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allastoredeer · 2 months

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I read the new chapter of Holy Suffering as soon as it came out and I love the way u write Lucifer. For the past few days I have been reading Radio apple fanfic and I hate how lucifer is portrayed in most of them, shy , innocent with Alastor after the fight, and kinda out of character for the both of them, cause they suddenly like each other, and I don’t see it in them. They like to piss each other off, that’s the whole ship point.

Ur Lucifer is so sassy, Hits all the Good Characterization checks in my brain, he’s such a delight to read, same for Alastor. U had me going speechless most of the time Alastor spoke, cause I honestly didn’t know what he was gonna say next. Writing Alastor it’s probably hard, cause he is misterious and always hides his emotions but You totally nailed it. Right now he is probably angry at Lucifer cause he ratted him out lol

Al be like the audacity of this man after he forced him to do this.🙄

Anywhizzle I just wanted to ask, for the overload meeting, is Charlie gonna send Lucifer with Alastor? Maybe as a snake or something, to make sure is he okay. Cause she really sounded mortified that she didn’t notice that Alastor was suffering and man Al definitely didn’t like that, but it’s not like he can say no to Charlie so

A nd is there like a schedule for next updates? I am really invested in this story and I honestly can’t wait to read more of it.

Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Hahah Lucifer's got bite to him, for sure. He doesn't come off as the shy type to me. Awkward as hell, certainly. In the throes of depression, absolutely. And he cares about Charlie's opinion of him to a fault. But when it comes to someone throwing their weight around--or, more accurately, getting involved with Charlie (cough Alastor helping Charlie with the hotel, couch Adam fighting/hurting Charlie cough) he isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty.

Alastor is hard to write ಥ_ಥ I love him so much, but sometimes, I want to cut open his head and properly study his brain because f;knslnjsbj out of all the characters, he's the hardest for me to pin down, in terms of both dialogue and actions. He has such a way of talking, and such a distinct voice (his radio filter) that it's simultaneously easy to imagine his voice, but hard to put it to dialogue. So, I really appreciate hearing that I nailed it (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Seriously, it's so appreciated to hear.

Nah, Alastor is going to be going to that one alone :3 It's going to be set in his POV, so we'll get some insight in his thoughts on the whole thing, and how he's handling his current affliction. I'm both excited to and nervous to get into it, because writing him in someone else's POV is hard, so writing him in his OWN POV is a little intimidating, but I'm mostly excited. I have a lot of thoughts for this series, and it's gonna be fun to explore them.

As for a schedule, I used to try to keep myself to one, and I've found that I have both a love/hate relationship with it. One the one hand, keeping a writing schedule is nice because it gives me a clear view of what I want to work on and an goal date to get it done, which is very nice for my ADHD brain.

BUT, on the other hand, when I start putting that pressure on myself to get it down, and I fail to actually reach that goal, it hits me pretty hard and it can take away my motivation and joy in writing the fic. It starts to feel more like a chore than a fun hobby I can do in my downtime.

Thankfully, I am DEEP in Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation, and the amazing feedback I've gotten from my fic's is certainly fueling my motivation. So thanks to everyone leaving kudos and comments! It's seriously so helpful and I cherish ever single one of them.

If I had to give an estimate for when the next installment of the series will drop, I'd say either at the end of this week, or the beginning/middle of next week. I have an unrelated AppleRadio one-shot I want to bust out before I work on the next installment, and that one I'm going to try and post by Thursday or Friday.

To quote out favorite Radio Demon,

~Stay Tuned

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imgae-insertshockedgasps-16 · 26 days

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alright boiz it's time for a hyperfixation i haven't yet indulged in on rbis blog.

beetlejuice.

i'm placing a cut for convenience, cause i expect a long post honestly

okay. so. disclaimer: tim burton? don't like em. racist. not a great person. however: divorce the art from the artist. i loved the beetlejuice movie as a kid. i still love it. i have a 10yr old beetlejuice dvd that i watch. no money for tim burton! it's important to acknowledge the problems, but i still enjoy the media.

second disclaimer: it has been a long ass time since i watched the entire play and my memory is generally garbage. so, if i'm wrong, pls feel free to correct me. however, this doesn't mean be a complete jerk abt "how could you even get that wrong?!? have you even watched it!!!!" pls be kind and respectful. also keep in mind that i have multiple disorders that influence memory in various ways.

NOW ONTO THE GOOD SHIT.

"three times in a row, it must be spoken, unbroken"

it's very vague.

unbroken by what?

not unbroken by other people. beetlejuice talks under/through his name being spoken (well, sung), so we can assume that someone else speaking doesn't influence the sequence.

not by a pause. "beeeeeeeee (pause) cause!" it's a brief pause, but a pause. the question here becomes how long can a pause last before it's considered breaking the sequence? a average pause that applies in typical sentence structure? an hour long pause? could you hypothetically wait days in between calls of his name, and as long as you say nothing else in between he'll be summoned?

in the same phrase, we're given the drawing out of a syllable. so as long as the syllable isn't disrupted, it counts? could you break up the syllables? "be" now, "tle" in five minutes, "jui" three minutes after that, "ce" a few minutes later?

if so, could we combine pause and syllable? "be" today, "tle" tomorrow, "jui" and "ce" the next, repeat thrice and you've banished him?

and it doesn't have to be the person who summoned him that says his name, either, so could someone across the world (trying/tricked into summon him) accidentally banish him?

and then: it specifies "spoken". dictionaries generally agree that spoken means "said aloud" in some degree. so, whispered? said in some other language? what if someone puts 'beetlejuice' through a cipher, and then the result was spoken aloud three times? it's the equivalent of beetlejuice, does it count?

or what if someone has an auditory processing disorder? do they have to say "beetlejuice" or do they have to say what they heard? generally i would assume they have to say "beetlejuice", but if they genuinely believe that the term "fleetingbooth" is correct and will work, how does that affect the summoning/banishnent?

what about being read by a computer program? there's no specifier as to who/what has to speak, only that it has to be spoken. so if someone had their computer read beetlejuice aloud three times (perhaps writing/reading a book?) would he be summoned?

a baby sees a beetle and some juice, combines them, and promptly repeats their new favorite word three times, is he summoned?

and etc etc etc i could talk abt this forever

(shout out to the cartoon, loved that shit when i was a kid. been over a decade since i've seen it, so who knows how it's held up, but i remember it being great)

#beetlejuice

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tabsters · 3 months

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SOMEONE LIKE ME (CHAP. 10) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER

aaaaaaand chapter ten!! wow, can't believe i've actually been keeping this up for two months already!

previous chapter is here

next chapter is here

masterpost is here

tagging @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @hyperfixation-tangentopia @maiawhimsicalt and @sweet-star-cookie!

“Mom!” Gemini shouted, cutting Cassie off. “Bye, Capricorn, I’m gonna go see Virgo!”

And with that, she took off. Ophiuchus and Capricorn sighed in unison, Capricorn making a hand movement that said ‘follow her’. Ophiuchus nodded in agreement, and she gestured for Cassie to come along.

They found Gemini in animated conversation with a green-haired woman, dressed in a silver evening gown. Virgo.

"Cassie, meet my mom!" Gemini grabbed Cassie's hands and spun her around to look Virgo in the eye.

"Hi!" Cassie said first this time, sticking out her hand. Virgo smiled warmly, shaking her hand.

"Wonderful to finally meet you, Cassie." Virgo smoothed out a crease in Cassie's cape. "I hope you enjoy this simple soirée Capricorn has put together."

Gemini snorted at that. "Simple? This is probably one of her biggest ones yet."

"Ah, you know Capricorn," Virgo said, waving her hand. "She's always trying to outdo herself."

"Mother, Gemini," A new voice said, coming nearer. "Got us some pastries, the really good ones—oh. The newcomer."

Cassie turned around hesitantly, coming face-to-face with a tall, muscled man with curly brown hair, wearing a dark red suit. His eyes were partially obscured by dark sunglasses, and they were scrunched up in what looked like disdain.

Gemini laughed nervously. "Cassie, this is my big brother...Aries. Say hi, Ari."

Aries stared at Cassie for a moment, then huffed and gave her a terse nod.

Cassie was reminded of her own Aries, and how different he and this Aries seemed to be. Her Aries was a bit more...twitchy, a bit more aggressive. This one was more silent, more judgemental.

"Not a lot of people came this time," Gemini said, taking one of the pastries that Aries had brought over. "Less than half of us came. I thought Libra was going to attend, though?"

"She had to cancel on short notice. The demons in the realm are becoming restless." Virgo sipped at her wine glass. "It's an unfortunate happenstance for all of us."

"Nobody interesting came to this ball," Aries grumbled. "Not even Father or Scorpio."

Gemini elbowed her brother. "You're just salty that Sagittarius didn't come. Somebody misses their crush?" This question was accompanied with smooching sound effects.

Aries grunted. "Shut it."

"Oh, this is a really good piece," Ophiuchus said as the orchestra began once more, shifting into a slower, deeper musical tone. She reached her hand out to Gemini. "C'mon, let's dance!"

"I've played this piece too many times on the piano already," Gemini whined, but smiled. "You gonna join us, Cassie?"

"Oh, I don't have much practice dancing." Cassie smiled sheepishly.

"Watch us, then you can try. C'mon!" Gemini ran off with Ophiuchus, towards the dance floor.

"Okay! I'm coming!" Gemini waved goodbye to Aries and Virgo before running after Gemini and Ophiuchus.

Gemini and Ophiuchus stepped carefully around on the dancefloor, spinning in a circle with barely any steps; it could've been performed on a pie plate. Other pairs nearby were doing the same small, delicate dance.

"This is shit," Gemini whispered out of the corner out of her mouth, causing Cassie to giggle a bit. "So slow."

"Just wait..." Ophiuchus murmured back. "Wait for the crescendo."

And then the music began to swell, began to surge, began to rise. Ophiuchus' and Gemini's movements started to spread out more, they began to step faster and step farther apart. Ophiuchus twirled Gemini in a circle, Gemini leaned close to Ophiuchus' body and then pulled away, both of them in time to the music.

Cassie watched them in awe, watched them how the two of them worked together in tandem, watched how for every movement Ophiuchus made, Gemini made another.

The piece ended with a flourish, and Ophiuchus dipped Gemini down low. The two of them remained there for a moment before Gemini leaned up and pecked Ophiuchus on the lips.

"That was so cool!" Cassie said. "Could you teach me how to dance?"

"Of course." Ophiuchus placed a hand on Cassie's shoulder and another on her back. The orchestra began another piece, this one faster and a bit more lively.

"This is how to do a simple waltz," Ophiuchus said over the music. "Just follow my lead, okay?"

Cassie nodded, letting Ophiuchus guide her across the dancefloor.

"Step back with your right foot. Now, move your left foot sideways to the left, yes, that's exactly it." Ophiuchus said gently as the two of them stepped back and forth. "Take your right foot to your left foot, then take a step forward with your left foot. Move back a bit, to the right. Then, you close your left foot to your right foot."

Cassie and Ophiuchus repeated these steps for a bit, and Cassie smiled up at the constellation. "Hey, it's not that bad!"

"Rather easy, once you get the hang of it, isn't it?"

Nearby, Gemini and Pegasus were doing what looked like a highly exaggerated version of the tango, both of them laughing.

"Peggy, you stepped on my foot!"

"Sorry! This would be easier if you weren't so short!"

"Wha—hey! I'm not that short!"

Cassie giggled at their bickering, and soon Ophiuchus joined in as well. Gemini made a pouty face at the two of them, which caused them to laugh even more.

The group's laughter was abruptly cut short when two women approached them. One of them had black hair tied back in a severe bun, and strikingly orange eyes. The other had long dark brown hair tumbling around her shoulders, and warm brown eyes. This one also had two bear ears poking out of the top of her head.

"Ara. Ursa Major." Pegasus nodded her head towards them. "How are you this evening?"

"Advisors to Aries and Virgo," Ophiuchus whispered to Cassie for the girl's benefit. "Two of the most powerful ones, too."

"Fine," Ara said bluntly. She had on a black face mask with gray markings like that of a tiger's. Her black and red lace dress swished around her as she talked. "There's a problem. We need your assistance."

"Shadows are gathering at the palace gates," Ursa Major said. She had a dark pink veil covering the lower half of her face, and her silk dress was dripping with jewels and beads. "We need every hand on deck to help...drive them out, before they break in and cause havoc."

Pegasus nodded curtly. "Understood. I didn't bring my rifle though—?"

Ara removed a small pistol from a pocket within her dress and tossed it to Pegasus. "This should suffice. Ammo is located in the downstairs lockers."

Pegasus caught it with one hand. "Very well. And your own weapons?"

"Already taken care of." Ursa Major whipped out two curved swords from the folds of her dress. Ara threw out four tiny throwing knives, which snapped out into four larger, floating blades.

"Why are you bringing weapons into a ball?" Gemini asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just in case the wrong person brings weapons into the ball," Ara responded cryptically, and then gestured for Pegasus to follow them. "Shouldn't take more than an hour or so. The other advisors present are also helping to dispatch the shadows."

Pegasus' brows furrowed, and Ara picked up on her unease. "Please put aside your grudge with your brother—"

"Half-brother." Pegasus interrupted.

"Half brother, for the duration of this fight. You know as well as I that you two make a phenomenal team when in combat. When it is over, you may go back to hating him in peace."

Pegasus' fist clenched around the pistol, and Cassie was afraid for a split second that the Constellation would turn violent, but then the woman's grip relaxed. "Alright. Fine."

"I should go too," Ophiuchus said suddenly, and Asclepius wriggled up and down her shoulders in anticipation. "I have a talent with shadow demons."

"And me!" Gemini shouted, hand grabbing at the necklace around her neck. She ripped the bar-shaped pendant off its cord, and it began to grow into a tall, gilded staff. "I'm not letting you get hurt—not again."

"No. You stay here." Ophiuchus rested her hand on top of Gemini's. "The people will start to panic if a Zodiac goes missing without warning."

"Agreed." Pegasus wrenched the staff out of Gemini's hands and it shrank back to its original pendant size. "And if this is a serious threat, we need you out of harm's way."

Gemini took the offered pendant back, attaching it back to her necklace. She looked at her advisor, then her lover, and then sighed. "Okay. Go."

Ara nodded. "Very well. Both of you, follow me."

The women departed, and Cassie was left with a very dejected Gemini. The Zodiac made her way to the floor-to-ceiling windows, peering down at the sights below.

The windows offered a perfect view of the courtyard, where the two of them could see exactly what was going on. Tall, wispy black figures began lumbering into the palace grounds. Each of them had a bright purple core somewhere on their bodies. They also didn't seem to have arms, but long tendrils that grew and grew, grabbing at anything they could.

"What are they...?" Cassie asked, her voice a bare whisper.

"Shadow demons." If looks could kill, all of the creatures in the courtyard could have been obliterated by Gemini's gaze. "Little bastards. There's a higher concentration of them in Capricorn's kingdom, but they've never been bold enough to do this."

Muffled shouts were barely audible from the glass, and Cassie could see the advisors of the Zodiacs rush out of the palace doors to take on the shadow demons.

Corvus was flying over the taller demons, diving down and dropping something—a golden crown?—over their cores. As soon as the gold touched the cores, the demons immediately calmed. The crow constellation then flew back and forth, herding the pacified demons to another location.

Nearby her, Pegasus was firing bullets into smaller demons' cores, slowing them down. The cores flickered, and the demons screamed in what was presumably pain. Then vines erupted from the dirt beneath them and crushed the life out of the demons, their cores breaking and their nebulous bodies dissipating. Taurus' advisor—Pavo—snapped his fingers and the vines retreated back into the ground.

Pegasus, apparently, was not pleased with Pavo's handiwork and began shouting at him. Pavo began shouting back, their words completely muted by the glass. Neither of them noticed the shadow demon beginning to creep up on them—and for a second, Cassie's heart twisted with worry.

And then Ara vaulted over the both of them, her floating blades slicing the demon's core cleanly in half. The two core halves fell to the ground, and now she began shouting at both of them, probably telling them to stop infighting and pay attention.

"Wow," A small voice said from somewhere near Cassie's midsection. "They're so cool."

Cassie looked around. Gemini had left. Over at her side, there was a small boy watching the scene outside the window intently. He smiled up at her. "Hello! I'm Ursa Minor, what's your name?"

"I'm Cassie," Cassie said, looking at the child, wondering why such a young kid was allowed to wander around a crowded ball. Where are his parents?

Ursa Minor pointed to a small figure in the fray. "That's my big sister! Ursa Major! She's so cool. She kicks all the demons' butts!"

Ah. That explains it. Cassie could see the sibling resemblance, in the kid's eyes and hair and bear ears. Her Ursa Major and Ursa Minor were actual bears. In fact, they were some of the first spirits she had ever encountered.

"Yeah, she is really cool," Cassie said as the two of them watched Ursa Major hack through shadow demons with ease. Beside her, Asclepius had grown to an enormous size and Ophiuchus was riding on their back. The snake bit down on shadow demons' cores, shattering them.

"Minora!" Someone shouted, running towards them.

The someone was a short, green haired person with a turtle shell on their back. Behind them, a man with long, navy hair and a silver suit was awkwardly speed walking after them, trying to not spill his cocktail.

"Minora, there you are!" The green haired person said, scolding Ursa Minor. "What have I told you about bothering strangers?"

"But she's watching api fight!" Ursa Minor protested as the person picked him up. "She thinks that api's cool too!"

The person sighed, and looked up at Cassie. "Sorry about him. He's a handful. I'm Scutum, by the way. And you must be..." They peered at the bright blue star inside Cassie's eye. "The stranger that everyone is talking about."

"Aha. Yep. That's me." Cassie awkwardly rubbed at the eye containing the Starglass. So this is the Scutum in Ciara's Astral Plane? They're...a turtle. Well, I guess it makes sense that they're a turtle—turtles do have shells like a shield.

"Jesus, Scutum, chill out," The man said, finally catching up to Scutum. "It's not like the kid's gonna cause any damage.

“He was bothering Gemini’s guest,” Scutum huffed. “Wanted to watch his big sister fight.”

“He wasn’t a bother,” Cassie quickly said. “He’s very cute.”

“See? No problems caused.” The man turned to Cassie. “I’m Indus. This twitchy guy over here is my partner.

“I’m twitchy because we both should be down there.” Scutum rolled their eyes. “You know both of us are the most skilled at taking out shadows.”

“You need to rest.” Indus placed his hand on Scutum’s shoulder, sipping at his cocktail. “You broke five ribs trying to take on ten shadows at once.”

“I got the job done, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point—“

“You two are experts in shadow demons?” Cassie asked. “Could you maybe explain to me what they are and why they’re so dangerous?”

"Of course," Scutum said, hefting Ursa Minor in their arms. "In this world, 'demon' refers to any entity fully created from nature and the elements. They are not necessarily good or evil—rather function as any force of nature."

"There are many types of demons, but shadow demons are some of the most powerful." Indus said as Scutum paused in their talk to let Ursa Minor down to the ground. "And recently, they've become more restless, more aggressive. Demons reflect the state of nature, and their new behavior means that something in the natural forces has been thrown out of balance."

"Nothing good will come out of this," Indus finished quietly. "This is an omen. And all we can do is try and delay the inevitable."

Cassie looked down at the scene beneath her. There were only a few demons left, and the ones remaining began to flee the palace grounds.

She began to think that this world wasn't quite what she thought it was.

check out @sweet-star-cookie's starglass zodiac lore if you liked this!! questions about my lore are greatly appreciated!!

#oc #oc lore #zodiac #zodiacs #zodiac sign #zodiac signs #zodiac lore #zodiac oc #zodiac ocs

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just-a-carrot · 9 months

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Not a question, but thought I’d write this out here ‘cause I didn’t know where else to put it. Did it anonymously because it’s kinda personal, but my writing style’s possibly unique enough that you’ll know who I am anyways sooo… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I started playing Our Wonderland around January/February of this year, at a time in my life where a lot of my real world friends had either gotten too busy or abandoned me for another clique. Senior year of high school, ya know?

Basically, mentally I was a bit wack, and even before that I had had the habit of turning to dating sims in order to get my fix of “attention.” I didn’t care how mentally fucked up the character ended up being, as long as he treated me nice, I was over the moon. One of the games I played was basically a gore fest with a small amount of romance moments if you “played your cards right”, and I ended up getting hugely attached to one of those characters. It became a favorite game of mine, and I probably could’ve missed stop lights with the level of rose-tinted glasses I was wearing.

So, when I saw a friend of mine on Discord playing a visual novel that had really gory death scenes and possible romance aspects, my ears immediately perked up. I thought it would be similar to that dating sim I had gotten so attached to, and since my mental health was still doing tHiNgS, I thought I’d give it a try.

WOW THAT TURNED OUT A LOT DIFFERENT THAN I EXPECTED. Not only did I end up reevaluating my whole psyche along the way, but I also view Our Wonderland as one of my favorite comfort games now! Ironic, I know, but it’s true. On those days where life just feels too difficult, I open the game and have Genzou tell me to get my shit together and all is okay. Because someone, somewhere cares about me as a person. (Yes he’s saying it to Iggy, BUT IM PLAYING IN THAT MAN’S SHOES OKAY-)

That was legitimately all I needed from someone, and the fact it was this absolute horror fest of a game that gave it to me was something I never could’ve expected.

Basically, I went from having the equivalent of “someone like Gidget would be okay (like Arcs 1-4 version) as long as they treated me nice sometimes” to actually having standards! Kinda. I still like the character from that game I mentioned prior, but I know what healthy standards are SUPPOSED to be now. Progress!

I’m in a better mental place now, I think, and I’m super excited to see whatever else you put out! Can’t wait for Arc 5.15!

(Also good job being added to the list of 48 dating sims I currently own lolol)

oh my gosh... my heart... 😭💕

this honestly nearly brought me to tears reading this. thank you so much for taking the time to write up so many of these (really personal) thoughts. and i'm genuinely both touched and honored that my game and chars could have this much impact on you?? sometimes it does just happen that we can find something to connect to at a time when we need it. i have certainly had many pieces of media throughout my life that have been the same. the things that have gotten me through rough patches. the times where i've just been a mess. the times i've been been barely able to function because of my anxiety. or things like huge life changes like moving countries. i feel like in every one of those moments in my life, i've had something there to ground me and keep me tethered and get me through it, and it's always been one of the things i was hyperfixated on at the time that formed that core rock (and sometimes also the people online that i met because of that hyperfixation)

right now for me getting through the rough patches in recent years it's been making this game itself LMAO so i'm glad it can also be there and provide a place of comfort for others.

i'm really glad you're in a better mental place now, though i'm sorry you've had such rough periods this year. i hope that your next year will prove much better and give you some peace 💕

#ow: asks

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slutforsnow · 10 months

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Heyyyy sooooo uh... I've been in a shit hole and trust me, I want to do the south park requests, but i fell off that hyperfixation and now am in a chokehold of ITSV/ATSV 😅 I have drafts but rn no motivation for sp and I am SORRY😭 While you wait, here's chapter 1 of my story on AO3, called

The Blue Note

If anyone wants to give me ideas to make the background for the title. That'd be appreciated too😭

Anyways, this fic was inspired by @feyhunter78 's very own Pink Pastels, on AO3. It's a Miguel x y/n fic and ITS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. Go read it, now./nf

Anyways, The Blue Note is an OC x Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk fanfic and it's going okay so far and I hope you like it!

She frowned. Where the hell was it?! She was on a mission for her father and he would not be pleased if she returned empyt handed.

"For the love of the GODS! WHERE IS THE FUCKING THING!!?" She yelled, yanking her mask off her face.

It was the Death Realm, AKA Earth 666, where she born. She had scourged the whole place for a STUPID rock 20 times over already and she still hadn't found it.

It was pissing her off more than the time Lyla had caught her daydreaming. She was the heiress to the Spider Society and WOULD NOT be caught daydreaming about some man. That is an entire level of Hell in itself as she was aroace.

Getting fed up, she typed into her watch, allowing a portal to open up and she walked through it, passing a new comer and heading straight for her father's office/lair thing.

"Koton. You're early," a plain and daunting voice greeted, not looking down at her.

"Yes, I am. I was pissed," She replied hotly. "That place is very angering."

"I am aware, but you need to control yourself there. You know that," He told her. Koton clenched her fist. He just didn't understand.

"I know that, Father. But my subconscious-" She tried to say, only to be silenced when he raised his hand.

"Enough. Go to your room and get your head cleared. You can try again later as right now you're shaking, much worse than last time. The memories coming back must have been worse than last time."

Koton froze, hearing him mention her shaking. She hadn't told him that, nor had he turned to face her. Sensing her surprise, Miguel chuckled and glanced behind himself, and gestured for Koton to come up to onto the platform.

She disappeared into the darkness, then reappeared next to him, looking puzzled. Miguel gently placed a hand onto her head, causing her to semi-relax and she leaned into his protective touch.

"You're my mija, Koton. Even if I don't look at you, I'll always know when you start to panic."

A small smile started to appear on Koton's face and she nodded.

"Okay, papá," She simply said, feeling him pull her hood off to reveal her face to him. She had a few cuts on her face and her eyebags had worsened. Miguel hated sending her to the Death Realm, but she needed to go.

"Now go get yourself cleaned up and take a nap. Your eyebags are getting worse," He told her, earning a small nod from her and she disappeared from him. The last thing he saw before she disappeared in black mist were her blood red predatory eyes flashing against her pale skin.

#miguel spiderverse #astv hobie #hobie spiderverse #adopted #lyla spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #hobart brown #spider punk

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ninjadudettekira · 2 years

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Allie is back on her Albedo hyperfixation bull shit again, let's get this over analyzing of an episode I've been WAITING to talk about out of the way.

Night of the Living Nightmare (Ultimate Alien episode for those who haven't seen it.) doesn't make sense when you really think about it.

Okay so the entire premise of that episode is for the viewer to think that it's Ben being trapped in a nightmare right? And then at the end of the episode we realize that the entire "nightmare" was Albedo's because he got the Cassiopeian Dream Eater stuck on himself from tripping on a smoothie in Ben's room.

Now if you rewatch the episode with keeping in mind that it's Albedo's nightmare the entire time and not Ben's, shit don't make sense.

Fighting the DNAlien, aight okay that makes sense. Ben mentioned the DNAliens during their first meeting, and I'm sure Albedo heard about that while being Azmuth's assistant.

Everyone going missing, that also makes sense.

Vilgax fighting 'Ben', that also makes sense.

Now here's where things get... questionable. (Note to not lose my mind I am referring to the Ben in the nightmare as Albedo even though he looks like Ben. Altho I'm losing my mind as I write this anyway cause the Ben look a like didn't even have to be Albedo, but we're going with that theory for the moment. Even still my point kind of stands.)

Okay so I can ignore the fact that Albedo would have to know where Kevin's garage is for him to head over there to find Kevin. Ben's famous now so maybe there was something online about Kevin's garage.

But how did Albedo know about Aggregor? Okay same thing could be said there too, maybe he was on one of the news stations cause of Ben being famous. And Aggregor was pre-mutation so 'Seeing Ben fight him on the news' isn't too much of a stretch. There's non canon comics where Aggregor is attacking Ben. (Which one is where Ben is seeing an ice skating show about him. That could explain why he's so pissed about Albedo's show, but that comic's non canon. If I do a "Double or Nothing" analysis I'll go into more detail about that comic. Off topic but I do love that Gwen's in a sweater version of her AF Season 3 outfit in that comic it reminds me of my HS lmao.)

Same thing could be said for Julie too, maybe even Ship. (Although it's kind of a stretch that Albedo would know about the Battle Mode outfit to a T for Julie since it's only been in what one episode before this?? And that was before Ben was famous. It was Don't Fear The Repo (Alien Force Season 3) that it was in last that I remember correctly.

And then we get to Hex. Again the stretch could be Albedo saw him on the news fighting Ben or Ben talked about him as a kid when Albedo worked for Azmuth. But Hex was more of a Gwen villain than a Ben one though. There were other villains in the rogue gallery that could be used, but that's probably a whole different rant. (Naming Zombozo since Ben is scared of clowns.)

Here's where I started questioning things I bit: Gwen and Kevin. Okay so Gwen goes into her Anodite form, and Kevin goes into his "Ultimate Kevin" mutated form.

I can possibly make the case that Albedo knew Gwen was an Anodite from when she was a kid, granted she didn't know till she was a teenager. She rarely uses that form, so Albedo wouldn't have saw it on the news or anything. It's always been isolated incidents. But that can be chalked up to if he knew Max had kids with Verdona and he put the pieces together. (Not that he'd care but I'm trying to give him a reason to know that since outside of the Tennysons, Kevin, and anyone she's been in the form around no one else would know.)

Kevin is the same thing. Would his mutated form have been on the news? Him turning into mutant was an isolated incident and Ben was the one going after him not the other way around. (If I remember my Ultimate Kevin arc episodes correctly, it was always Ben going after Kevin or going where he'd be. Kevin did go after people, but I don't think Albedo would care to put the pieces together that it was Kevin.) Should've been Season 3 AF Kevin's mutation as a call back and another hint that it wasn't Ben's nightmare. (Since Albedo saw that mutation.)

Even if we don't assume that Albedo was Ben in the nightmare, the nightmare was ultimately his regardless if he was Ben or not. Shit don't make sense when you really think about it.

"But Allie he knows cause of plot." And that's the issue. Albedo wouldn't know half the shit that's in the nightmare, especially cause before this he was going around the country doing Ben 10 Live to get money. (Double or Nothing was like 11 episodes prior to this and that episode was WAY into Ultimate Alien so he did it for awhile till he was discovered by the trio.) Maybe Albedo had a lot of time to watch Ben on TV, which yeah probably since he knew the teen was famous now. But idk shit don't make sense.

I've said this before but yeah a bunch of it could be chalked up to "It was on TV/the extranet" but over analysing be a bitch. Especially with the stuff that no one outside the people involved with those events would know??? (Although Alien X was on a smoothie cup although Ben only transformed like what once at that point in an isolated incident??? The second time was after that I think.)

#ben 10 #albedo ben 10 #ben 10 uaf #ben 10 albedo #ben 10 ultimate alien #Allie over analyses a kid's cartoon cause shit don't make sense #Night of the Living Nightmare #plot demands he knew all this I guess #don't get me started on Omniverse Albedo episodes cause I also have comments #I probably have other comments on other UAF Albedo episodes but this one bugged me like.... a lot

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I'd like to submit my friend application please 💚

Hi! I'm Toni and I'm 31, old I know 😂

I'm a stay at home mum to my beautiful little man, he's autistic so it can be hard sometimes as he's non verbal and it doesn't help that I have literally no mum friends to talk to or meet up with. It can feel pretty lonely sometimes.

I've recently (since s4) came back to tumblr but I used to LIVE here back in my Shadowhunter days (books, TV and film) and before that in my very multi fandom teen days!

I kind of forgot what it was like to have a hyperfixation until Eddie appeared on my screen. I've been so tied up in being a mum and trying to find myself again that I've realised I've not had a proper hyperfixation in such a long time! I have had mini ones but not to this level in years 😂

Hmm a little more about me. I love reading but tend to either read like 8 books in a month or none for 3 years. I watch a LOT of TV, a few of my favourites are ST (obviously), The Walking Dead, Gilmore Girls and Buffy. Moviewise I'm into a lot of different types, my main favourites are LOTR/Hobbit, Labyrinth, Soldier's Girl (highly recommend but it will break your heart and not mend it) and Muppet's Christmas Carol.

I also write. I'm finally getting back into writing. I used to write a lot but in recent years it's been a struggle. I currently have an ongoing Eddie x Reader series, plus a lot of plot bunnies waiting to be written 😂 and also a novel I'm hoping to write one day!

Okay I've rambled a lot now. That's one last thing to know about me. I'm a rambler. Or I don't reply for literally ages. There's no real in-between 😂

Hope you're having a lovely day 🥰💚😇

Consider your application accepted just based on how lovely you are off the bat! <3

Hi, Toni! You’re not even that old, hush yourself! 😊

Congrats on your lil boy, I wish you all the luck in raising him. <3 Hopefully you find the love and support that you are needing ‘cause you deserve it, you’re doing an amazing job, just in case no one had told you that already today!! You got a friend in me, even if I’m not a parent, I can still be a pal!

OH MY GOD I LOVE SHADOWHUNTERS, YES!!! I’ve literally been thinking about finishing off the book series cause I never finished it cause I got hooked on the show instead but then it got cancelled so I was butthurt and gave up ahhaha. Watch me be 26 and restart my love for this franchise all cause of you!

Honestly same, Eddie has us all in a chokehold and idk how he’s doing it ??

You’re a whole mood tbh, yes. I feel like that’s how most readers are, super into it, ghosting books for years, super into it, taking a long ass break. There’s always that one book that hooks you back in tho, I wonder what it’ll be for you! Gilmore Girls is a fucking vibe and I love that show, ugh, it’s such a comfort show. Those are all hella solid movie choices, I think we will get on real well!

I need to checkout your series and give it a read, can’t be ignoring the wonderful work of my happy little sheep now can I?! I’ll add it to my TBR <3 Tell me about it haha, I have like 6 stories in my drafts waiting to post and then another like 13 requests to get to, lots of plot bunnies sitting about :D You wanna write a novel?! About what?! :D

I love ramblers. I’m a quiet person irl so it gives me a chance to just sit and listen to people, it’s a good balance 😊 I hope you are having a fabulous day, my love. You deserve the best things in life and the universe shall bring them to you!

Join our gang! <3

#sweetpeapod #answered

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Guys

The Weeping Monk.

The Weeping Monk has become my new obsession. I love him. I knew I would because seeing all the gifs of him in tumblr is why I watched in the first place I didn't not expect for him to capture my interest so much. It's not the strongest hyperfixation I've ever had but it is one nonetheless and I'm thrilled. Welcome the list of "Ace's Favorite Whumpees"!!

SPOILERS ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously I got ramble and let some spoilers loose so if you want to watch it still and don't want spoilers just keep scrolling

So not only is Daniel Sharman fucking gorgeous but Daniel Sharman looking like this?

With the eyes and the hood and the darkness and the scruff. Oh hell yeah! He's like some omen of death with that cloak. I love it.

So why do I like the Weeping Monk so much?

Well first of all I LOVE A GOOD REDEMPTION STORY!!!!! Like so much! I blame Zuko for that. But if you give me a bad dude who's done some bad shit but also has one hell of a traumatic past then put him on a path of redemption and healing? I’M SOLD! And at the end of the season, The Weeping Monk has been set on his redemption beginnings and I will die if Netflix doesn't give us a season 2 so I can see this boy walk his new path towards redemption and healing. I crave it.

But anyway. This man right here. The emotional angst and whump he exudes is so lovely.

Towards the end of the season we find out that he's Fey and I fucking lost my shit. This boy is a Fey who was raised by the people who hate Fey. His people were killed and he was taken as a child by the same people who murdered them. He was then brainwashed to believe he was demon born and evil and a sinner purely for existing and was taught to punish himself for it (he whips himself in a form of self flagellation!) and I'm sure he was punished for all sorts of things growing up by his "Father". The amount of self hate and self doubt he must feel breaks my heart. He knows he's Fey! He remembers his real name (also that reveal sent me to another plane of existence) so he must have some memories of his family and his people. But he's spent his whole life being used as a weapon against his own people and brainwashed into thinking he was saving them because fey are inherently damned. And that's all he is to the Red Paladins. A weapon. But he sees them as his people, his family because that's all he knows!

This dude is so broken and brainwashed and lost it just breaks my heart.

LOOK AT HIM!! Look at this lost and broken boy!! He just needs some love and affection dammit!! I mean he flat out asks "Do you love me Father?" AHHH!!

And oh my god this conversation between him and Gawain?!

Allow me to share the whole conversation because I need to talk about it.

Gawain: Don’t be afraid Ash Man. I don’t bite. It’s those eyes. The mark of the Ash Fold. There haven’t been any in these lands for centuries. How did you find your way here? Have you just come to watch me die?

The Weeping Monk: Why didn’t you tell them? Before...you could have told them. But you didn’t. Why?

G: Because all Fey are brothers. Even the lost ones

WM: This suffering, it will cleanse you.

G: You parrot these words, but you know it’s all lies. I can feel it in you, my brother.

WM: You are not my brother.

G: They have turned your mind so far inside out...that you don’t know the difference between kindness...and hate. Who did this to you?

WM: We are saving souls. Your soul.

G: Tell that to the little ones that you burn.

WM: I don’t harm the children

G: You burn their homes, you slay their mothers and their fathers, and you watch your Red Brothers run them down on horses. And you see it all through those weeping eyes. That makes you guilty. Brother! You can fight. I’ve never seen anything like it. You could be our greatest warrior. Your people need you.

WM: You are not my people.

G: Then tell them. If this is where you belong, tell them what you are.

WM: I’ll pray for you.

G: And I you.

First of all this conversation is the reason I now ship these two. Just saying. Gawain saw that he was kin, that he was lost, that he was broken and reached out to try and help him even though he is the reason he is being tortured. I can’t with these two! But also, the WM felt guilty about turning him in and worried about his own fate but you can tell that Gawain’s words sink in and set something inside of him and it’s because of Gawain that WM is now on this path of his. AND Gawain! I fully expected him to hate this man after everything hes done but he saw a lost and broken fey brother and tried to help him and I just...Gawain is so good you guys! This whole exchange is just *chefs kiss*. Cause after this the WM saves Squirrel.

Which leads me to Squirrel and the Weeping Monk. The other reason I desperately need season 2 is because I can't wait to see this unexpected pairing. I mean come on, big bag tough guy with trauma becomes unexpectedly joined with a young child? Best trope ever. Plus he got his ass kicked pretty bad and I need season 2 start off with that so I can see Squirrel take care of this injured man. Anyway, these two are going to have a great adventure getting back to the Fey and I NEED TO SEE IT!!! I want to see Squirrel and Lancelot bond and Squirrel defend him against Fey who hate him and for Lancelot to reluctantly become attached and defensive of this Fey boy and AHHHHHH!!

Oh and side note: One of my favorite tropes occurred. Defeated in battle, manhandled to their knees and hood pulled off revealing their bruised and bloody face. God yes please.

Time for some headcanons:

Okay he's totally touch starved am I right? This boy hasn't known a kind touch in his whole life. Pain is all he's known. The Paladins only touch to punish him or wield him. And he thinks he deserves it. He deserves the pain. The punishment. But kindness? A soft touch? Someone tending his injuries gently? He doesnt know what to do it that. He ends up stiffening or flinching away from the blinds hands of the fey, confused at first but slowly he starts to crave that kind touch.

Squirrel is always hugging him. Like whenever he sees him. And WM doesnt know what the fuck to do with that. You think he ever for hugged? I DOUBT IT! So hes all stiff and awkward and kind of bears it but after a while he starts hugging back kind of awkwardly.

Oh and speaking of tending his injuries I can almost guarantee that he has either had to tend to his own injuries in the past or he didn't do anything for them at all. But he's in a Fey camp now and the Fey help each other so when he and squirrel first show up at the camp and a he's taken to a healer and at first he balks and is like "I'm fine" but people like Pym and Squirrel and Gawain (YES GAWAIN! I have thoughts hang on) are like clearly you're not so just sit down before fall down again and let Pym heal you! AND then we get a scene of them all seeing the scars and fresh lashes and being horrified

Okay Gawain. He's not dead and he and Lancelot become best bros (or lovers cause I kind of ship them so much. Forget Nimulot. It's Gawain and Lancelot all the way) and Gawain protects him from the Fey who want to kill him after Squirrel and Lancelot arrive at the makeshift Fey camp and he's taken prisoner. Gawain watches him and see his humanity and goodness and self hate and trauma and Lancelot has someone who sees him as a "brother" as someone lost but not irredeemable and they fall in love okay bye

His powers as one of the Ash Folk. We know he can track. But from what we saw what if he's also got some camouflage or healing abilities hes never explored. NEVER EXPLORED BECAUSE HE THOUGHT IT A MANIFESTATION OF HIS INNER DEMON!!!

Also, I saw these two onset pics and now I'm ready for this to be s2 WM and Squirrel.

Okay rant over. Sorry. Bye now ✌

#cursed spoilers #cursed netflix #cursed #the weeping monk #daniel sharman #mod post #ace rambles about her favs #new whumpee #new fav #my whumpees

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Wait a damn second, this is my tumblr account, I can infodump as much as I want.

Infodump on my fanfiction universe that I've been working on for three years that has been fused by a combination of multiple hyperfixations and being a special interest below the cut.

Okay so it all starts when the Daleks decide to do what Daleks do and exterminate not just one but all the universes by throwing them together with a universe collider (There's also Davros in the background using this as an opportunity to reality bomb the multiverse again). Two important things happen because of this:

1. Samus Aran becomes a spider totem

2. Darksied realizes the Triforce exists

The Daleks of course fail, because that is the other thing the Daleks are good at.

Darksied does more research into the multiverse and finds more fun omnipotence granting toys like cosmic cubes and infinity stones. He then decides to collect them all like they're Pokemon cards. The people of the universes these things are in aren't so fond of the whole part where he becomes a despotic emperor, and naturally fight back. Long story short every universe is torn to shreds, and the only way the good guys win is by taking the five remaining tardises, looping them back in time several times a la day of the doctor, hooking them up to the moment, and channeling all that power through the Three Elven rings to stitch the remains of the multiverse into one, single universe: The Oneverse.

There's a whole lot that happens in the oneverse, so today I'll focus on the Black Maelstroms.

This all starts during the clone wars for two reasons: The Separatists are pursuing an arms deal with the zebasians, and the Kaminoans need new clone templates because the Jango Fett sample is deteriorating. So the Republic sues with the Galactic Federation (not to be confused with the United Federation of Planets) and they put together a team consisting of:

Samus Aran, (this is before zero mission), who has been noted as a bit of a loose cannon

The Wanderer, who goes by the kind of reverse moniker James Lumstrom, where only those he's close to get to call him that, A Timelord and a Jedi who has also had a problem with going rogue

Turel, an Empyrean and an Iron Marine(if you've played Iron marines, you know. If not, they're aliens with high psychic abilities who are very similar to the Jedi) who is two years from retiring and has said "Fuck You" to every single one of his commanding officers at least twice

Kyra Lindela, a Mandalorian mercenary who had been trying to join the republic army for a while now and who kept one upping them when they refused

and Thacrer Krocikt, a Tusken and one of the only non-Jedi generals in the Republic army, renowned for being extremely competent and respected, but who also caused a good deal of trouble for the Senate by doing things like saying that the clones deserved rights. He was also an extremely capable pilot, on par with Anakin despite not being force sensitive. He quickly became the de-facto leader of the group, with the others submitting to him if there was a disagreement amongst them, so much so that the Kaminoans deemed that if they couldn't get a sample of him that it would be pointless to clone the others (I think the Kaminoans are big into eugenics, it's implied and I'm pretty sure it's outright cannon and they deemed the others too unpredictable without a "suitable handler")

They where each given upgraded arc trooper armor, as part of the darktrooper program (which they where given only the most basic information about) and go on several missions, all successful, and a sort of family dynamic evolves between them, Turel essentially becoming the grumpy grandparent of the group, James and Samus adopting each other as siblings, Tharcer and Kyra doing the same, but with a different dynamic (James and Samus being like two siblings close together in age, while Tharcer becomes Kyra's older brother), and Kyra and Samus begin dating. All goes well until a raid on a zebsasian base housing bio-weapons goes south, resulting in Kyra, Samus, and Lumstrom being trapped in a high-heat area used to store specimens from high temperature environments. They manage to escape, but Kyra succumbs shortly thereafter to infected blisters. They bury her in her armor. Later that night, through the Force, Lumstrom senses the destruction of Gallifrey. Wracked with guilt, as he believes he could have stopped Kyra's death by forcing a regeneration, and tortured by the grief of losing his best friend and his planet and his family in the same day he flees, teetering on the edge of a Timelord victorious breakdown. A few weeks later Tharcer does some investigation and finds out about the Kaminoans plans, including that they have been instructed to collect samples even without consent. Hoping to prevent this, he disappears into the night. Thus the project is deemed a failure and closed, though not before a sample of Samus is collected. Samus stays in the Federation Police force a while longer before leaving to become a bounty hunter, and Turel retires, mourning another lost friend.

Meanwhile, in the Mandalorian afterlife: "Fuck this. I want to propose to my girlfriend. Hey Mandalorian spirit over there, you've been here a while and probably have some pull with the higher ups. Could you get them to send me to space hell?" Kyra asked

"Are you sure you want that?" asked Mandalore the Great. "Space hell really sucks, like, the ground is made of various sized pieces of broken glass, and there's tall grasses made of razor blades, and instead of water they've got sulfuric acid, and the air is mustard gas, during the day it's hot enough that you'll get blisters and at night it's so cold you'll get frostbite. And you'll be completely naked, no armor or anything. Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes" She said. "because if I can walk out of space hell I get to come back to life"

"Okay then" said Mandalore the Great, sending her to space hell. Then it took her a year to walk out of space hell, after which she came to on earth in the in 1998.

#I'll post more tommorow #but it's late here #Also #infodumping is so nice #it feels so good #infodump #fanfic #iron marines #Star Wars #Doctor Who #Metroid

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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria's Prophet #08

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** TW/suicide of family member implied (it is marked ahead with ((text)) so you know what to skip) ~POV shift Mori~ In my old life I had spent 4 or so years as a historical reenactor for the mid 1700's through early 1800's on my weekends. My group mainly acted as pirates/privateers and sang sea shanties. We had done performances on different ships, but every time we were invited onto a period ship I couldn't make it, so I was geeking out when I saw the ship we'd be taking to Sindria. I prayed it didn't show on my face. Sure it was exciting for an other world's nerd like me to get to see a ship like this in use, but to everyone else it was a normal ship. The ship had two masts -both square rigged with a fore and aft sail at the back for better steering. Considering the reputation for the waters around Sindria I expected a bigger three mast ship for strength, but who was I to judge?

With only two masts, this ship probably only needed a crew of about nine people to allow for different shifts. It didn't look like it had room for many passengers. No doubt, Sinbad didn't expect to be bringing four extra people back with him. I was in full on research mode by the time I got on the ship, and I tired my best to not stand out or get in the way. Getting to look up at the rigging from on the deck was an experience. After everyone was settled I'd definitely make a point to look around more. I might even take one of the scrolls out and try drawing the deck of the ship since I never got around to drawing that gorgeous room in the hotel. I considered myself lucky that no one tried to talk to me until the rooms were being divided out -I had been hyperfixating so I might not have even noticed if they did.

Studying the ship could only boost me for so long. About 15 minutes before we left the port I could no longer ignore that my head was throbbing from exhaustion. This headache was undeniably becoming a migraine if it wasn't one already. I decided that sleep was the next thing on my agenda. Luckily, I made that decision around the same time the rooms were being divided out. I had figured I'd end up in the same room as Alibaba, Aladdin and Morgiana, but Alibaba was put in the same room as Ja'far and Masrur. Everyone put their bags down, and headed back on deck except me. I sat on my bed with my head in my hands as I started to let myself fully calm down. In the quiet it hit me just how much I had been using working on the scrolls as a way to avoid thinking about my guilt and lost home. I'd have to find time when no one else was in the room to work through these feelings. There was no way I could keep it bottled up until we reached Sindria. "Excuse me, Miss Mori?" Aladdin had re-entered the room and closed the door. We might not have been formally introduced but he was told who I was. "What is it?" I lifted my head to look at him, and tried to keep my expression positive. I felt the waves rising. A Magi was talking to a Prophet in private; something was bound to happen. The walls of the ship creaked, and I heard steps and the floor boards creak in the hallway. The wave got a little bigger. Silence hung in the air as the boy just stood there. Instead of trying to guess what he wanted I waited. His hands tightened around his staff. Aladdin looked nervous as he confronted me. "I know you say you've read Fate, but I don't think Fate is something written in stone. It's something that everyone makes together. It can always change." The hallway floor creaked behind the Magi again. The wave was getting bigger. Someone was definitely listening in, and there was only one King that was a chronic eavesdropper.

"I agree," I said bluntly. I wanted Sinbad to hear my answer. Ten years ago, he came to the conclusion that Fate was something already written as a way to cope with his guilt and trauma, and he thought he was 'the chosen one' for being able to read ahead through the waves, but he was wrong on both accounts. "You do?” Aladdin was surprised. It must sound weird coming from someone who read Fate. "I've read more than one Fate for this world, so I know there is no one true path." The manga, anime and OVAs were a little different after all. "And if Fate couldn't be changed then I couldn't be here." I turned so I was sitting facing him. "You see, I wasn't in any of the Fate I read. I wasn't even in this world until five days ago." The magi took a few steps towards me with wide eyes. Aladdin had felt very alone for not being from this world -now he would know he wasn't the only one. It wasn't a reveal that caused problems on its own when Aladdin explained in the original so I didn't see an issue in letting Sinbad overhear about me either- I had already implied as much the previous day. I felt the need to elaborated. "Everything I do changes the Fate I read because I wasn't here. For example, only one of the Fates I read showed the conversation where you all found out about the Kou Fleet. Remember how I yelled at Alibaba? If I didn't convince him to leave then King Sinbad would have knocked him out, and Alibaba would be kept asleep with medicine for this whole trip. Since I was there this time, I was able to change that." "Oh!" He brightened up a bit. "I much prefer things this way." "I agree. Like this it will be much easier for him to heal." I looked down at my intertwined hands. "I have no idea how this will change the Fate I read though." Aladdin hummed a question mark, but he didn't say or ask anything directly. I answered the obvious question to my words, "I can't read a Fate that I'm a part of, so now that I'm here I can't read how my actions are changing Fate. Eventually, the Fate I did read will become useless, and I have no idea if I'm changing it for the better." It was only as I said it that I remembered that Sinbad was listening. I had basically just told him that my usefulness as his Prophet would have a definite expiration date. All I had wanted was to let Aladdin know that he might not be able to rely on me for everything. I definitely wasn't thinking clearly. Aladdin cut into my thoughts. "Is that why the Rukh are so active around you? Because you weren't originally a part of the Flow of Fate?" "Probably." I didn't know what else to say. I knew I had to be making distinctive waves in the Rukh just by being here, let alone with all of my changes. "Miss Mori, where are you from?" I hummed in amusement at that. "I'm from much farther away than you or your parents-if you can believe it." I was from the same world as the person who wrote the original Fate of this world. There was no way I could tell anyone that. He was shocked again. It was written all over his face that he was questioning if I was really from a dimension farther away than Alma Torran. Aladdin gripped the flute that he always wore. "Then... Are you the person he didn't recognize?" "He?" Which 'he' -oh. I lowered my voice. "Ugo?" I put one finger over my lips and looked at the door. Sinbad has to remain ignorant about the Sacred Palace; he's too self-absorbed. Aladdin looked confused at my change in volume. He followed my gaze to the door and back then nodded. He didn't look all that surprised that I knew about Ugo. I kept my voice low. "Aladdin, let's talk more about this some other time. The walls have ears on such a small ship. And I'm exhausted." "Okay. Rest well, Miss Mori." Aladdin spoke at normal volume. I heard a scramble in the hallway, the magi left, and I put my glasses in the top of my bag for safe keeping. I could hear Aladdin through the wall. "Oh! Mr. Sinbad, Mr. Ja'far, did you want to check on Miss Mori too?” "Uh, yes. How is she doing?” Was King Sinbad's response. I could hear the nerves he was trying to

cover up. "Real smooth there, Sin." I mumbled as I finally drifted into unconsciousness. --- I was a young man of 20 some years. I had started a family. We didn't have enough money for food. I ended up taking a risky job because I knew it would pay better. ... No. I'm a six year old girl? I don't remember if I had parents, but I remember going to visit this old dog every day. ... If life was hard, and I had nothing to loose then there was no reason not to bet everything I had on one last round. How could I return to my family without money? The last time I saw my son he was three. Would he even remember me? ... Ya know, when you grow up with someone and everyone else can see your chemistry you'd think it would be obvious that we'd marry when we grew up, but she met someone else. ... I knew things were bad, but I never even considered that my neighbor was stealing from me when I was at work. Bastard stabbed me with my own kitchen knife when I caught him. --- I wasn't myself in my dreams. Every time I woke I had to ground myself and remember where and when I was. Rereading the scrolls I had made helped. Just how many Rukh had merged with me, and why? I had no connections to any of those spirits while they were alive. Was it just because ghosts like me? I wrote down every dream I had; their lives might have been over, but they were a part of me now. I was too exhausted to go on deck, and I could feel that there were still more lives inside of me that I had to get aquatinted with. When I wasn't sleeping, I was working on scrolls again since I at least had enough energy to write and draw. My breathing was getting difficult, and I was struggling with temperature regulation. I wasn't okay enough to tell if it was my body struggling with the changes in my magoi, like when Sinbad took in all the Rukh after the Fall of First Sindria, or if I was just sick. After making sure I could still use magoi manipulation I decided that it was probably the later. I mainly left that room for food, and I waited until almost everyone was done before going. I avoided talking to others too. If I was sick I needed to minimize my contact with others. Alibaba seemed to be in a similar state to me. We both found that staying near each other when around the others made them less likely to approach us with the depressing cloud that hung over us.

Those that did see me could obviously tell I was unwell. From their words it seemed like they were assuming I was just mourning -they were only half wrong. It gave me an easy excuse to leave, so I never corrected them. I did feel bad for worrying everyone. The whole situation sucked. I wanted to cry. I had been in lock down back home because of Covid-19 for 8 months as an at risk person (it's still Oct 2020 in this story). I was literally in a fantasy anime world now. I wasn't given a better immune system, but my boobs didn't need a bra anymore??? WTF?? If the current arbiter of Fate was me writing fanfiction, then they had a lot of explaining to do. ... Who was I kidding? I knew why I would write something like this. I wanted to see more stories about people like me -someone with my disabilities and life experiences- get to be someone "valued" even if they couldn't be on the front lines. My migraine wouldn't go away, and it wasn't the only part of me in pain. I think I got palpitations a few times -breathing was even worse during those episodes. If I hadn't had health problems growing up I probably would have been panicking. I knew it was stupid to not tell anyone what was going on with me. But would anyone even be able help me on a ship? Telling them would just make them worry more than they already were. Aladdin and Morgiana could tell something more was wrong with me; I couldn't fully hide from them while sleeping in the same room. They must have let the others know since they gave me some pain killers at some point. It tasted awful. I'm honestly not sure how affective it was, but it did knock me out. ((Skip to the next paragraph to avoid the trigger)) At least I was left alone most of the time. I had no choice but to sit with my thoughts about Balbadd. I grew up mourning. The blood on my hands might not be the same as losing most of my loved ones back home, but it was damn similar to when I was in high school thinking "if only one of us had answered the phone that day." The Balbadd revolt would have been much worse if I wasn't there. And even if I had said something sooner there was little that could be done to actually stop Al Thamen when they had their hands so deep in that country. Even with Sinbad there to sway Fate, Al Thamen would still find a way to spill blood. Even if I told Alibaba days in advance and he tried to talk to Cassim about it, Cassim wanted nothing to do with Sinbad, so any help that came from him would be refused. Cassim was twisted around Issnan's fingers and out for blood. I did the best I could. My actions did save some people. I'd have to take solace in that. --- I woke up to something wrapped around me, almost like I was tied down. I couldn't move my legs. I gave up trying to untangle my skirt and covers from me, and just pulled the skirt out from under the cloth belt -kicking the whole mass off like a cocoon. I had put my underwear on underneath and I still had the tunic on so I wasn't left totally uncovered. Star light shown in from the window. I had slept through another day. I couldn't remember my dream. Maybe I had finally returned to having my own dreams. The other beds in the room were occupied. My head was still swimming. I felt trapped. I needed something. I heard the waves outside, and felt the waves of Fate washing over me. Their sounds called to me. Back home I had used the sounds of waves to meditate and stim regularly. I had been hearing them all this time, but I wanted to see them. I didn't bother to slip on my flip-flops as I made my way to the door, didn't even think about grabbing my glasses until I was already on deck. It had been so dark below that I couldn't see anyway, and didn't realize I wasn't wearing them. The wave of Fate I had been following lead me farther into the space. When I hit it's end, the adrenaline that had got me that far died out. The night air hit my legs and I shivered. It was colder than it was at night in Balbadd. I thought we were heading south. Did I still have a fever? The cold reminded me that I really should have put on

my shorts or something before coming out here. The tunic just barely covered me. My vision was going grey scale. This was bad. Really bad. I recognized this feeling. I was about to pass out from not being able to breathe right. I used to have fainting spells as a kid because of my weak raspatory system and needed to carry smelling salts for a few years. The last time it happened was about five years ago -I had been really sick. My head was throbbing; my heart was pounding. Guess I was sicker than I thought. I needed to focus on breathing and getting to the ground. I stumbled to the bowsprit (the pole that sticks out the front of the ship) as support. I needed to get to the ground safely before I collapsed. I'd gotten a concussion once because I didn't get down before the black out hit. A wave crashed into me from behind. If I hadn't been putting all my weight on that wooden shaft I would have been pushed over even though it wasn't a physical wave. What in the world was behind me that would cause such a wave? I removed one arm to look back as my knees started to give out. There was definitely someone there. Their color balance didn't match anything I could remember, but they were really familiar. Without my glasses I couldn't really tell anything -especially since everything was becoming different shades of black. And I already had bad night vision. The light was fading. Shapes were getting harder to discern. Even though I was breathing deeper I hadn't managed to counter the fainting spell. I was going down. I definitely fell, but it didn't feel like I fell for long enough to hit the ground. The feeling across my back was really familiar. Someone had caught me.

Sometimes I was able to stay conscious when I fainted. It was kinda like ending up in sleep paralysis but with a -20 to all sensory inputs. Seemed like this was one of those times. I couldn't hear what they were saying or see them. It was like my head was deep under water. There was a pressure on my forehead. Were they checking my temperature? When someone faints you're supposed to lay them on the ground and position them so they can breath easier. This person didn't take first aid classes or forgot or something because I was being lifted upwards instead of laid down. It was really warm and comfy though. I liked this feeling. What was it? Safe? Was that it? I hadn't felt actually safe in a long time. I certainly didn't feel safe in that house back home even after everything was over. Maybe it was the feeling of warmth and safety. Maybe it was the way the waves were moving. Maybe it was the numbness that comes with blacking out. But whatever it was had stopped the pain. With the pain gone I calmed the rest of the way. I felt my spine straighten out onto a soft surface. The warmth faded even though something was now covering my legs. I was in a bed. The cold was back without a source of warmth to leech from. I definitely had a fever if I was this cold. Damnit. I grew up with all sorts of chronic health conditions and have always gotten sick easily. Even though I was now in an anime world, I was still me. Was I going to die in this world from some common illness that was already cured back home? We might not have had a lot of money back home but I was lucky enough to get a job with usable health insurance that let me work from home during a pandemic. I could at least get medicine every time I got a normal illness. I was finally able to afford to get and keep an inhaler. Not that any of that was of use to me now. My motor functions were returning. I rolled to the side and curled into the fetal position. I had lost everything. No home. No friends or family. Who would want to look after a stranger with nothing to give back? I was doing what I could to seem worthy of the main cast, but how long would that last? The story would reach its end in five years. What would I do after that? What was the point of all of the savings I had managed to make back home if I was going to be Isekaied? I had been the main bread winner and now my family couldn't even use my savings because I hadn't left a body behind as proof that I had died. All of the thoughts and feelings I was still running from were flooding through me. I couldn't even distract myself with writing scrolls or anything. This was probably for the best. Pushing things away for much longer would be unhealthy. And if I couldn't let myself feel miserable when I was sick and alone, then when could I? I let the tears fall. I hadn't been a loud crier since I was a kid, so I was caught off guard when I could hear my own sobs. I didn't have it in me to hide any more. The bed I was on creaked but I hadn't moved. There was a new weight on the mattress.

I wasn't alone.

The concept that someone was checking on me hurt harder. I didn't grow up in a healthy environment, so now feel immense guilt when someone shows me genuine kindness. But I am also aware and recovered enough to know I deserve kindness, so the guilt always paired with an equal amount or more of relief. I felt a hand stroke my hair. They wanted to comfort me. And I wanted comfort. The waves washing over me encouraged me seek out more. I used what little strength I had to pull myself against them. Having undeniable proof that I wasn't alone and that someone cares was overwhelming. The relief made me cry harder. I'd have to thank them later. But for the time being I'd pour out as much emotion as they'd let me.

#sindria's prophet #magi prophet fanfic #king sinbad #magi sinbad #sinbad magi #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc

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avery-is-aroace-and-deranged · 3 years

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My sides!

So whilst I wait for my motivation to pick back up for the Demigod au, I'll give you something that I've done already. Concept art for my sides! I only have the picrews for now, but I'm working on art for all of them. And boy is there a lot. As I discover new things about myself, I've uped it to about 8.

First, the sides you know from the actual sanders sides.

This is Remi, my anxiety. They use They/Them pronouns.

I've been getting to know Remi a lot since I found out I had them. They represent the Anxiety that I can recognise and prevent. They work with me.

This is my creativity, and their name is Max. They use They/Them and Xe/Xim. pronouns.

Max is just your run of the mill Creativity, but if you call them dramatic they will take offence and possibly cry.

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This is my "morality", Chrystian. They use They/Them pronouns.

I put morality in quotes because they aren't really morality. I think they might be a part of anxiety, or intrusive thoughts, or something. But for a long time, they masqueraded as my morality. In truth, my morality isn't a side. They're more of a subconscious thing and they don't need a physical representation. But this side does.

They present lies as fact. So yeah, they may be a part of deceit, but I mainly use them for "Lying to others" instead of lying to myself.

Mainly though, I just needed a representation for someone who said things like: "You're a bad person" Or, "You're so stupid."

I've learned that I can't reason with them. I have to say, "That isn't true, and you know it," and try to move on.

Remi, my anxiety, is more of questioning. I can reason with them and even change their mind. They'll ask things like: "Oh my gosh what if they didn't like us?" Or, "What if you're a bad person?" And I can assure them that things are alright.

I can't do that with Chrystian.

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Then we've got Sam, who is my logic and uses They/Them and Fae/Faer pronouns.

Their personality is the most like Pattons. Fae gets very exited about new things I learn about myself, and makes it faer mission to know everything about my latest hyperfixation. Fae has started working closley with Max with projects, and has started to hang out with Remi, Dee, and Austin to help work me through my problems in the most logical ways possible.

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This is Ava, my Deceit, and they use They/Them and Fae/Faer pronouns.

Ava works diligently to lie to others, covering up mistakes, coming up with split-second lies when I panic even if they aren't necessary. Their favorite lie is saying "Yes" When I'm asked if I'm okay, or "No," When asked if I need anything.

Currently, Ava and Dee work very closely, and Ava will come up with nonsense to spurt up to days in advance.

But I'm working on it, and hopefully, Ava will become less a part of my life soon.

Alright! Now moving on to sides that aren't based off original characters! They're listed by time they were discovered.

This is Dakota or Dee Dee. They use They/them, Fae/Faer, and Xe/Xim pronouns, depending on how I'm feeling.

Dakota is kind of an all-purpose OC, but Fae originated here. They're rambunctious, wild, sensitive, and an all-around awesome side.

But Fae's gone through a lot.

Before I knew about my Anxiety, ADHD, or Autism, I kind of lumped them all together and labeled them, "Things that are wrong with me."

I know that isn't true now, and a few years ago they went through an alteration. This isn't like DID or anything, just me changing how I view certain aspects of myself and how that reflects on the characters I've made up. Anxiety and ADHD are two different things now.

But very recently, I found out I have Autism, and Dee changed again. Now, the two are like Remus and roman and are twins. Anxiety is not related to them because they're categorized differently and it doesn't work for the dynamic.

So anyway, once again Xe has been left to pick up the pieces, Creating xier own Identity, and seeing which parts were them, and which were Autism.

Their stims are shaking xier hands, chewing, and bouncing.

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This is gender identity and dysphoria, who's name is JD.

They look kinda evil, but they're really not. Just cryptic and confusing. Their color scheme is the nonbinary flag, (Black white yellow and purple, and it symbolizes how gender isn't black and white. (Cause those are the main colors)

I edited it myself on a crappy art thingy so don't mind it.

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This is my Autism! I just found out about them recently, so I haven't decided on a name, but for now I'm just using Austin.

They use He/Him and They/Them pronouns. (They identify as agender, they just like those pronouns.)

I don't really know much about them. He's usually nonverbal, and when he's stressed his hair starts growing which is a sensory no-no for them.

He loves his sibling and is pretty tolerant with Sara studying them to figure out how they work.

Their stims are chewing, vocal, and texture.

#sanders sides

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phemonoi · 5 years

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Checking in with Apollo | 17.06.19 🌻✨

This reading has been very clearing for me. I've been having trouble with interpreting the messages Apollo has been trying to send me but, I think this reading FINALLY did the thing. It all makes sense now. Im relieved.

What do you think of me?

Card: Knight of Pencatles

—Prepared, efficient, ambitious, practical; stagnant, lazy, careless, idle.

Now, I don't think I'm any of those “good” things, but if Apollo says I'm efficient and prepared then okay, I'll try to believe that. As a Taurus moon (with the moon being my dominant planet and chart ruler) I think this card mostly speaks to me in that sense, beside the keywords. An earthly faery; a wood nymph, someone who needs flowers around, but who is also stubborn and mind-biased. Colored by golden, green and soft yellow, this card speaks to me on a physical level more than anything. The Knight of Pentacles needs movement, and constant grounding, in order to not become stuck, too attached to a situation or the current state of affairs, or to just lose herself in the “visible” and “direct” world of the senses. Movement and change will be forced on her if she doesn't cooperate, for seasons must always come and go. She needs to stay tuned into her feelings, water her plants, raise her flowers and care for her animals. I think Apollo sees a lot of potential in me to achieve what I dream of, He also thinks I'm kind and somehow nurturing, loving. The thing is, I'm idle and in constant doubt. The Knight of Pentacles is the one closest to nature out of all the knights. The one who contemplates the most, who has the capacity to develop patience and wisdom the most. She sees leaves falling to their death during autumn, getting buried to be reborn again, beautiful and placid, and in them she finds herself.

What is something you're trying to teach me?

Card: Death rx.

—Resistant, stagnant, immobility, obsession; change, endings, beginnings, transition.

This is very self explanatory. Combined with how he thinks of me (Knight of Pentacles —and I must add, The Hanged Man jumped off the deck while I was shuffling it) Apollo has been experiencing issues with getting his lesson across. I need a deep transformation in order to continue striving for the life I wish to live, in order to find my higher purpose. I must die. Like those leaves making their way to the ground slowly during autumn and turning into ashes during winter. I must experience the deepest transformation and cleansing, I must bury my bones, let my blood become rivers, get rid of all the expectations, concepts and ideas that make me human. The first thing Apollo teached me were healthy habits. My routine became fixed, practical. However, I got bored. My emotions started boiling again and I lost focus and haven't been able to return to my path. Apollo is here to aid me; after all, I am the Knight and he's Eleleus; He of the War Cry.

What have I been ignoring?

Card: The Chariot rx.

—Aggression, self-doubt, defeat, loss of control; conquest, control, victory, motivation.

One of the things I've most been lacking is self-assurance. I find myself in a constant state of doubt, intellectuslizing everything, spending hours in my head unrolling a long and repetitive monologue of everything. My thoughts lack courage, they hyperfixate on the smallest things and turn trivialities into causes of chaos. Apollo is reminding me that I have control, I've never lost it. I need to know myself deeper, my strengths and weaknesses, to transform them. My thoughts wont race if I don't let them. My self-doubt is just boredom, it isn't real.

How are we benefiting each other?

Card: Nine of Wands

—Courage, determination, persistence, hope.

I mean, what can I add? The man in the picture is wounded, but he continues to defend what is his. Contrary to the rider-waite deck, in my deck he's still, fearless. Apollo asks nothing from me but hope, trust, creativity. I'm still a student, I'm learning, and thats fine; I'll hurt myself, I'll cry, but I should never give up. This card is vitality for me right now.

Are we a good match?

Card: The Hierophant

—Tradition, guidance, spirituality, orthodoxy, institution; rebellion, disobedience.

I think this is a fairly good card for this position. Given that Apollo had illustrated the meaning of the reversed card for me before, in a context very similar to this, and that I'm not part of any religious institution or even have access to a community (or the motivation to call myself religious in the first place, and that's why I've always been unsure of this card), I feel the need to use some of its reversed meanings to my advantage. The reversed side of this card has always been more suited for me in many ways, I just like it more; revolution, rebellion, disobedience. This are not things I'm against. They're actually values I hold. However, what Apollo means here is that —He's my guide. I can trust Him with anything. Given my situation, He's basically the only one closest to being a “spiritual leader”, or better said, a teacher for me. All the knowledge I need He will provide for me; I can feel safe with Him. He's patient. It comes to mind right now, He might even want me to take an oath, to move my worship further. I shall reflect on this.

Update: He's probably also telling me that our relationship has become too conservative, and that I'm focusing too much on filling traditional standards or spending too much time studying the “appropriate” greek way of worship. He often repeats that my relationship with the Gods is mine, and I shouldn't look for anyone else's approval on this. This might also be tied to how he thinks about me right now (Knight of Pentacles) as too logical and focused on perfectly practicing my craft, worrying too much about any mistakes to the point where I just decide to not try anything at all, judging myself on whether I'm doing enough or if I even have an inherent right to do it. That sounds extreme, though. Things are right just as they are.

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#apollodeity #apollondeity #apollo worship #apollo devotee #theoi #theoi worship #pagan #tarot #deity spread

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