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jrjeremy · 2 months

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days the day i release what ive been planning on!!!

Here's an Ask Baldi blog (with my BBIEAL designs)!!! p.s: early release

check it out guys!!! its totally not the same as other ask blogs!!!!!!! <<< clickbait

#baldis basics #baldis basics plus #baldi ask blog #early release #super cool #wow #this is an advertisement #ask baldis super schoolhouse

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vivianquill · 3 months

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Scar had known that this particular quest wasn't going to be easy. None of them ever were, even if they looked like they'd start out that way.

Cub and Zedaph had both pointed them towards the fabled Deepfrost Citadel. It was their best chance to find information on the contract Grian's bloodline was subject to. And it wouldn't hurt to go looking through the grand old library, surely it was full of a million useful books and spells.

They got into town early in the evening, and decided to get settled in for the night. It was freezing at night, they wouldn't do anything except exhaust themselves if they tried climbing the mountain at night. Scar sat down at a table in the corner with Grian, Gem, and Pearl, while Impulse and Skizz booked them a pair of rooms and sorted out dinner.

"There's a guide to the Citadel, if we can find him." Skizz waved a note, "The barkeep said the only way to get up to the Citadel and back is to have a guide."

"Did you get a name?" Gem asked, snatching for the note.

"Yep." Impulse slid into a seat next to Pearl, Skizz dropping down on his other side, "Said the guide's name was 'Jimmy'."

"I'll see what I can find." Scar grinned, raising his hands and calling Jellie from the ether as he prepped to look for the person attached to the name. It was one of the perks of having vex blood. If he had a name, then he had a chance of finding them.

Jellie hopped up onto the table from his lap. Grian absentmindedly started petting her, and Scar reached his arms across the table. With Gem and Grian pressed to either side of him, and Impulse and Skizz taking his hands from across the table to hold him steady, Scar closed his eyes and slipped from his body and into Jellie.

Well, Scar was still in his own body, but his perception was in Jellie's, via their bond.

"Jellie, we need to find the guide to the Deepfrost Citadel. His name is Jimmy." Scar explained. Man it was always strange to see himself through someone else's eyes.

Jellie mrrrp'd, bumping her face into Scar's cheek, before she jumped off the table and scampered out the door and into the town. Scar could still feel his friends pressed against his side, and holding onto his hands. They would squeeze twice if he needed to come back to himself, but for now? Scar watched Jellie skitter down the cobbles, following the magic strings hanging in the air--

This was-- quite the abnormal amount of magic, if he was being honest. He hadn't been able to taste it upon simply walking into the town, but through Jellies eyes it was obvious now. He urged Jellie to get climb up to somewhere high through their bond-- there!

That church spire would be a good lookout. And Scar really needed to see the whole town.

It took longer than he would have liked for her to get up there, hopping from trellis to windowsill to roof to spires.

"Oh. . . Oh no. . ." Scar's jaw dropped, at seeing the weave of magic draped over the city like netting over a pond. It stretched up to the base of the mountain, and the same icy threads seemed to drift from off the snow-swept slopes.

Jellie turned her gaze down to the streets, and each and every person seemed to be caught in the threads. Scar needed a closer look. Jellie popped out of existence, to appear back on the table in the tavern.

"Scar? Scar what's wrong?" Pearl looked two seconds away from snatching Jellie up to keep Scar there with them.

"The magic's too thick." Scar hunched his shoulders, nudging Jellie to hop down, "Hold on. I need a better look."

And it was even stronger in here, now that he knew what he was looking for. The light made the threads harder to see, and they were already trying to tug at him and his friends. It wouldn't be held off by their innate magics for long. Scar needed to figure out what it was before they all ended up cursed.

The barkeep was wrapped up like a mummy, threads drifting free with every movement like seagrass in a river. It was thickest in a band that wrapped around his head, covering his eyes and ears. There was another thick band wrapped around the barkeep's neck, plenty of threads snaking their way out into the air around him.

Jellie skittered back out the door, nudged once again by Scar's bond. He needed to see a few more of the people around here. Were they all wrapped up in this? Was it harmful?

Stars in the sky. This was going to be complicated.

After peeking at a few more of the townsfolk outside. Scar dropped back into his own eyes and ears with a huff.

"Scar, what's going on?" Skizz was staring at him from across the table, both hands still clutching onto Scar's.

"It's cursed." Scar managed, his thoughts still tangled around the shock of the revelation. The air tasted of icy magic so thick it almost made him want to gag. "This whole town-- it's draped in-- in spiderwebs of magic. It's so thick. And it's everywhere"

#dont mind me #viviwrites #dragonfrost au #goodtimeswithscar #team giggs #plus pearl #jellie the cat #this was released early on my ko-fi!#link is in my pinned if you are interested in seeing writing a week before it goes out to the public.#there is no pressure to tip or support. but it helps me be able to write more.#hermitfic

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marclef · 5 months

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nearly at the halfway point for the first part of my comic............

i'm debating splitting it in half, and posting the second half later? it's already taken a while to make (partially because i keep getting distracted rip) and it'll still work if i split it here. sound good to anyone?

(plus i really really wanna do art trades so this'll make it come faster 👀)

#but HEY i'm making progress!!! it just happens there's a hell of a lot of drawing i'm gonna have to do for this!#plus a lot's been going on in my life that's distracted me. but i DO want to complete this whole thing eventually!#but hey if you guys are fine with it. my early christmas gift to you (and myself) will be releasing this first part early and halved!

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bookpillows · 2 months

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my new thing when i really like a book is jumping right into an author’s backlist. It is like an obsession at this point where I finish a 4 or 5 star book and immediately think “time to tackle their backlist”.

#2 vigdis hjorth books down #2 to go #plus one of her early books os being released in England in September

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thislittlekumquat · 3 months

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Pst. Hey you. Come closer. Yeah, you.

I'm posting the epilogue/chapter 17 tomorrow, a day early, bc it's the 17th and 17 is my number.

#early release be upon ye #reaping what you sow #my writing #plus I just can't wait anymore #i need to have it out in the world #be free my child #my fic

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charlieswebb · 1 year

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idk how i’m supposed to survive another one and a half to two years till the next season comes out…

#filming starts in early summer it takes 6-7 months to film plus about a year of post production #stranger things #stranger things season 5 #i expect it to release december 2024 to spring 2025 😭#byler

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chipjrwibignaturals · 1 year

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anyway. riptide 100 is gonna be a YouTube premiere iirc meaning it’s releasing at the Same Time for Everyone (unlike the early twitch streams) so here’s where i get to proclaim my hot gamer theory

#announce as in like. Release the pre-order or whatever #make them Available for purchase. advertise them for the First Time #idk man it makes sense to me! new merch anniversary episode number etc #plus it means they can put it in an episode where no one either 1. sees it early on wed or 2. might MISS it bc they caught the wed stream

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optiwashere · 6 months

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what are your thoughts on the differences between Early Access characters and full release? Did you play it?

I don't play early access games. I don't have the time for it, believe it or not, and I also don't want to burn myself out on (usually) shittier versions of games without experiencing the full scope. If someone wants me to beta test their game, they can pay me.

I played the first Darkest Dungeon in the earliest patches, and it's forever tainted my perception of early access games for me personally.

That said, I can only go off of what people say about those versions of the characters and that is exceedingly difficult without just watching playthroughs of those various versions. Why? There are plenty of people who have their heads on straight, but I see enough mythologizing of cut content, older sketches of things, etc. for me to be wary of relying on second-hand accounts. And I definitely don't have time to watch playthroughs of an obsolete version of this video game lol.

Anywho, my point is: I like the game at release. Thinking about what was and what could have been is as useful to me as rocks in my shoes. I prefer to discuss what we have.

#hey you can ask me things!#I do wonder if some of the people that talk about how “bitchy” some of the characters haven't actually played full release #because I have seen how some of the characters are needlessly hostile in the early forms #but we also don't know what the latter stages of the game looked like in Larian's heads at that time #so it's possible they wanted to go the current route (push characters down 1 of 2 paths)#and the act 1 iterations from EA would have had spectacularly jarring tonal shifts if choosing one over the other #or it's resource allocation/management/nobody on the team was happy either #like people imagine Larian is Swen and a nameless pile of programmers and artists #those people have opinions too you know -- and in a company like Larian if everyone wanted something else...?#+ apparently a lot of the EA complaints were that the companions were too hostile #not having played EA myself but based on a few examples I've seen I do agree with that conclusion #even the “harsher” characters in BG2 or (to use a Larian game) DOS2 are much closer to BG3 full release #and characters like Fane and Sebille are far more enjoyable for it #plus... people whine about fucking SHADOWHEART of all characters for being “mean” they would piss their pants over Sebille #what are these tags holy shit lmfao

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lunarsands · 1 year

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ALSMP Fanfic: Hellbent Ch 2

Characters: Scott Major, MythicalSausage

Tags: Canon divergent, We’re way off the canon origin list now, featuring derivatives such as werewolf!Scott, guardian!Sausage, enderian!Scott, vampire!Sausage, wither!Scott, merling!Sausage, floran!Scott and including the return of blazeborn!Myth and gravital!Smajor

WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Injury, Body Horror, Character Death, So Much Death that I’ll be here for days listing warnings for them all. We got water, we got fire, we got neuro-toxins, we got stabbing. Nothing is portrayed in graphic detail, but consider yourself warned! No Fluff Only Murder

Summary: The cycle that started with a hungry vampire and an imprisoned angel comes full circle.

Scott and Sausage – now going by Smajor and Myth – have broken the cosmic respawn system with their continuous murder of each other, and more than ten lives later they are still at it. Even an encounter with peaceful versions of themselves in a limbo dimension doesn't deter them for long, but Myth at long last gains the upper hand. He has a choice: end the feud, or… Well, that’s it, that’s his only choice. But he’ll do it one way or another…

Sequel to Bloodfall, Witherrise, Fatemirrored, and Heavensent, with references to (and later picking up after) the crossover Mirror Mirror Break Our Fall.

(Also available on Ao3!)

[ Chapter One ]

Chapter Two

By three or four deaths later – between the poisonous flowers and toxic pollen, among other tricks – Myth had thought he had learned enough during his previous aquatic-based lives to be able to better avoid his nemesis when Smajor couldn’t easily pursue in water, but it turned out that a merling couldn’t escape someone with a connection through the very earth. The already existing sea grass was an obvious threat, but other roots punched their way up through the ocean floor or out of the side of underwater ravines to grab at him. Going anywhere with any kind of plant life had become a nightmare.

He was making his best effort to swim toward deeper and colder waters, weaving around dragging bubble streams from exposed magma and steering clear of those treacherous patches of sea grass. Trying to lure Smajor toward another monument had already failed, since the fatigue from an Elder Guardian didn’t change his effect on plants, and sunlight cured anything ailing the floran.

It was a sudden burst of growth from kelp strands that finally snagged Myth, tangling around his limbs faster than he could cut them away, with one even snatching the knife from his hand before more of them formed a net, and the whole lot was hauled upward as if by a winch on a fisherman’s boat. There was no boat on the surface, only a large, hooked root that Smajor had caused to grow from the nearest tree over to the sand, and after pulling the net back over to the grassy area, it held the captured merling aloft.

“It’s so tempting to just leave you in there. I was thinking of dragging you somewhere far from water and leaving you to dry out, but I believe you did that one before by yourself. Kind of boring.” Smajor grinned in at him between the strings of kelp. His green hair was crowned with deep purple and black flowers of varying degrees of toxicity, along with a new cluster of small, neon blue buds above one ear. Myth didn’t want to know what they were, but he suspected he would find out.

Painfully.

“Don’t try to hold your breath for too long,” the floran taunted, then grasped the entire cluster of blue buds and pulled them off, then crushed them in his hand.

No, not flower buds. Tiny mushrooms. And from between his fingers came a puff of spores which he blew into Myth’s face after opening his hand.

Oh, this was going to be like the pollen all over again. Myth barely got a single breath in and expected to start choking, but a wave of confusion struck him instead. He wasn’t out of watery lung support yet, so he now took a few shallow breaths as the view of the world beyond the net as well as Smajor’s smirking face began to stop making linear sense in his brain.

“I don’t have a name for those yet, but I call the effect unraveling your brain cells. Who knew you could grow plants that do something like that?” Smajor threw his arms up in the air to mime incredible disbelief. “But I suppose no one was looking for more creative ways to kill someone to try it.” He grinned and walked a few steps away, rocking on his heels as he looked out toward the ocean. There was a long moment of silence, and he was fine with not hearing any kind of struggle from the merling.

“This. Is this. This… you see,” came some words from within the net that sounded forced out. “Your. The view. To you.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say. I guess it makes sense in your head right now. Trying to insult me?”

“You… World. No s-sense. To you.”

“Mm-hmm, do go on.”

There was another long pause, then silence from the net, so Smajor figured Myth’s synapses were at the stage of forgetting how lungs worked. He didn’t bother to check and simply waited a few more minutes. Then he heard Myth make a sort of low huffing sound. That was kind of odd. It sounded a little familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

But then, he hadn’t been in the Nether for quite some time.

There were a few more huffs, then he heard Myth grate out the words, “You’re completely insane.”

The net burst into flames and a blackened form hovered where it had been, yellow light flaring along his fingers and the tips of his ears, his eyes glowing orange. Smoke and embers swirled around his now burnt clothing, and a rain of soot fell from his face, revealing Myth’s features again. Without hesitation he swooped to grasp Smajor by the throat, lifting him off the ground. He directed a gout of flame downward from his free hand, scorching the grass and setting the tree on fire, leaving the floran nothing to manipulate that could have restrained the new blazeborn.

He ignited flames all along his body, increasing the heat. The poisonous flowers in Smajor’s hair wilted, then the rapidly drying petals fell away. The floran’s skin became drawn as the water that his body’s plantlike cells contained began to evaporate. Myth’s expression contorted into a snarl. “See how you like being without water, you dried-up husk.”

Smajor attempted to grow a vine off his arm that almost reached to Myth’s neck. It shriveled and caught fire, falling away as ashes. The floran then tried to pull at Myth’s hand, but his fingertips were fast becoming stiff from drying out. With the tables very much turned, he was now the one gasping, and it wasn’t long before Myth tossed him to the ground, curled up on himself and unmoving.

Myth remained hovering over the spot, glaring down and regularly emitting the low huffing sounds. He would wait to see what Smajor revived as, and maybe burn him to a crisp again.

This whole charade was, in all honesty, getting really old. Myth would have prayed for something to give, even if it meant a final death for both of them, but he was certain no one would be listening.

He watched the shimmer pass along Smajor’s body as he regenerated into something new. He… looked unremarkable. He wasn’t green anymore, although his hair appeared tinted blue – well, more like blue on one side, reddish on the other, but aside from that he could have been just a normal human. Myth didn’t let his guard down; he wasn’t going to fall for that helpless act ever again. He conjured a fireball in one hand to imply a threat.

Smajor muttered under his breath as he got up on his hands and knees, crawling away from the heat before even lifting his head. He staggered upright and tugged at his own slightly singed clothes as if composing himself, and only then did he turn toward Myth. “Why do you keep waiting? You could incinerate me right now. Are you trying to play with me? Giving me ‘hope’ of escaping with my life? You should know that I don’t care either way.”

“I don’t know why. Call me foolish for thinking there’s a chance you’ll stop this. But if it is death you want…” Myth raised his hand and directed more power into the fireball, causing it to flare up even hotter. He made a motion to throw it – but hooked his wrist at the last second, preventing it from leaving his grasp.

In turn, Smajor showed his hand – by raising both hands in front of himself. There was a sort of rippling of air, then a startled look as Smajor was suddenly flung backward by his own powers. He sailed a few meters out over the water, then was angling down until he hit the surface with a splash. He popped back up a second later, shaking the salt water from his face.

“Heh! Let me guess!” Myth called out. “Not sure how the new abilities work? Well, I can’t go in there, so I guess I’ll be on my way!” He turned, confident that Smajor would have to swim back to shore the normal way since he needed to figure out what his powers even were. The blazeborn did, however, direct a blast of fire downward, igniting the grass all around as a warning that he was very much capable of scorching the earth to keep Smajor at bay.

~*~

By the time they encountered each other again, Smajor had taken a few precautions like getting some fire-resistant leather armor, and had learned how to control opposite polarities, but it had not occurred to him that someone who already defied gravity couldn’t be easily affected by changes to it. He first tried to catch Myth by surprise, intending to yank him toward him so he could throw a bucket of water on him, but all Myth felt was a small tug on the air around him, alerting him to the gravital’s presence.

Smajor then tried to yeet Myth farther away to mess up the retaliatory fireball throw. He did manage to send the projectile sailing back at Myth, but the next one landed perfectly to set Smajor’s arm on fire.

As he slapped at the flames to extinguish them, Myth laughed. “If I was a poor excuse for a vampire, you’re a poor excuse for a gravital!” He threw several more fireballs, setting Smajor’s hair and one leg alight, then he quickly swooped around to encircle the other in a ring of flames. He watched from outside of it, allowing himself a smug look as Smajor danced around trying to put out the fires still on him.

To Myth this was a good test. If Smajor had better skill at this point he could have just bounced out of the ring with enough force to extinguish himself by air pressure, but he was clearly still learning. The blazeborn created a second, larger ring, then left without taunting Smajor again. Maybe if they did this enough times, the gravital would realize they were at a tenuous stalemate by Myth’s choice alone.

~*~

Smajor continued to be persistent, however. When he came across Myth again, in the ruins of what had once been a temple to the godlike thunderborn of the past – he vaguely remembered destroying it out of spite – he used a new tactic; if he couldn’t throw Myth, he would throw things at Myth. He had figured out how to alter the amount of gravity around heavy objects and simultaneously lift them from afar, and so he chased Myth while hurling large chunks of the available collapsed marble walls at him.

Myth dodged each one, his semi-flight enabling him to swoop above and under them, and in one case, where Smajor flung a tall and jagged but thin statue at him – the irony of a stone lightning bolt flying through the air – he weaved around it to avoid the multiple protruding edges.

Smajor cursed but kept at it, varying the size of the debris he was throwing until he drained his store of gravi and could only stand, panting, as the blazeborn hovered outside the range of where the last stone chunk had landed.

“Such a shame!” Myth called out. “Unlike you, I don’t run out of flames! Are you done for today, and we pick this up again somewhere else?”

“Do you think this is a joke?! Do you really think you’re invincible now?! Are you really just going to keep running off every time?!”

“Yeah, I think I will, actually! It’s entertaining watching you struggle with futility for a change. No matter which tricks you learn, they’re not enough!”

“I’ll still keep finding you! Just because I can’t squash you yet doesn’t mean I’ll stop!” Smajor dramatically raised one hand and swiped it down through the air as if in frustration.

Myth swung his body sideways, neatly avoiding the rectangular slab Smajor had attempted to drop on him. “Puh-lease. You think I don’t know to how read every gesture you make? I remember how those powers work.”

“Except for that time you forgot all about your personal gravi and slammed into the bottom of that ravine right along with me,” Smajor sneered.

“Logically, kangaroos shouldn’t be able to jump that high,” Myth commented casually, ignoring Smajor’s bait trying to remind him of falling.

“And fires don’t burn forever,” Smajor warned. His eyes darted around, searching for the next best piece of debris to lob at the blazeborn. If only he could affect liquid… His gaze landed on the well sitting to Myth’s left.

In his head it seemed worth a shot. With a burst of renewed gravi, he propelled himself directly at Myth while turning one hand to pick up a smaller piece of wall to the blazeborn’s right. Myth put his hands up, wreathed in flames, already looking down in contempt. Smajor stopped himself just shy of the fire’s reach and pulled on the piece of wall, jumping backward at the same time.

With Myth’s attention directed to the front, he only had a split second to notice the flying debris. It rammed into him, sending him toward the well. Smajor tried to manipulate it onto an angle to push Myth downward, into the well itself. For a moment Myth was pinned between the top edge and the piece of wall, then he tumbled over the side.

Smajor was eager to hear the sound of sizzling from a fire being put out, but he wanted to ensure Myth couldn’t escape. He slammed the slab from earlier over the top of the well, destroying the wooden cover and cutting off all access to the outside.

It was a shame he wouldn’t be able to see Myth regenerate into something weaker – but hopefully also something water-soluble. Even if he could survive in water on the next round, he was still trapped.

Smajor went over to give a listen. He was disappointed to not hear any desperate splashing or cursing. Perhaps he had hit Myth hard enough that he went straight into the water and was extinguished in one go. He wasn’t going to lift the slab to find out, but he did put a hand on it, patting it with satisfaction. Finally, something had worked to silence that pompous overgrown matchstick.

He then noticed that the slab felt warm, and was growing warmer. Searing, even. He yanked his hand away and clutched at it, steam rising off of his palm. The surface of the slab was steaming, too, then it started to glow red, becoming molten and then pouring off to either side of a widening hole that appeared in the middle.

Myth flew out of the hole, his entire body lit up like an inferno. There was not a hint of water damage on him. As his fires died down with a fresh shower of soot and swirls of smoke, he regarded Smajor with amusement. “That well is dry. Nice try, though.”

Smajor stared. And stared. And stared, his mouth pressing into an ever-tighter line, eyes becoming wider – or pupils unnaturally getting smaller.

Myth could practically hear something in his nemesis’ brain snap.

Smajor let out a screech and began using gravi to pick up one piece of stone after another, flinging them haphazardly at the blazeborn. Myth mostly just bobbed a little to either side. There was zero accuracy going on now. He didn’t want to be at this all day, though, so he combined two fireballs into one and sent the whole conflagration flying to land on the ground, bursting into a rush of flames that knocked the gravital off his feet.

Myth then fled the ruins, feeling certain there would be no reasoning with Smajor from that day onward.

~*~

The blazeborn continuously scouted around for places that could serve as temporary shelter for himself or a good place to trap Smajor. That was his goal now above all else; if he couldn’t defeat the mad gravital, he could at least keep him someplace where neither of them would endanger anyone else – a thought that wouldn’t stop coming back to him.

He considered asking for help, but who would trust him at this point, either? He had to think outside the box. There were creatures in the world that even the people with supernatural abilities couldn’t fight. Combining the two ideas, Myth headed underground, leaving some crumbs for Smajor to follow. He would let his nemesis think he was trying to hide, all the while leading him down to what would hopefully be his final doom.

Or well, if the legends were true, then it was doom for both of them. Either way, it wasn’t too long before he found the trail of turquoise and blue-black that soon led him to exactly what he was looking for. He could hear that Smajor wasn’t far behind. Myth smiled grimly; something else would soon hear him, too, when he entered the ancient, abandoned city.

“Ohhh, Myth! Myytthhhh! Did you think you could hide from me down here? I can see that orange light from miles away in all this blue!”

Something rattled beyond the glow of the soul lanterns hanging all around the city, and nearby something else issued a breathy shriek. The lanterns then guttered briefly.

“All that burning and smoke – you stink like a campfire that can’t catch!”

Another rattle, another shriek.

“I could track you anywhere, you fool. You’re no safer in these depths than you are anywhere on the surface. Were you that desperate for a Nether portal, or were you just looking for a quick snack?”

Several of the lanterns were knocked loose from their chains by a blast of gravi following the question. Then there was a third rattle, and a third shriek.

The ground crackled and split.

“Smajor, there is something down here even worse than you, and now it’s coming for you because you just can’t shut up.”

There was a roar, then a chilling heartbeat echoed through the city. The soul lanterns went out, washing the area in further darkness. But the fiery glow Myth gave off couldn’t be suppressed as easily. Smajor glared across the gap at him, and as soon as the ambient light returned he began to bounce along bridges and rooftops toward him, ignoring the stomping footsteps below.

The Warden roared and released a sonically-charged attack in Smajor’s direction, sending the mad gravital off course. He crashed into a wall but immediately got up, his personal field of gravi protecting him. He looked for Myth and launched himself up a tier as he saw an orange glow making its way up along the palace toward the giant portal.

“No escaping, Myth! I’ll hunt you down no matter which dimension you run to!”

His yelling caused another series of rattles and breathy shrieks, with more waves of darkness, and the ground crackling a second time. The sound of another Warden charging through the street followed. This one was close enough that it skipped the sonic charge and went right to trying to slam its fists down on Smajor. He put his hands up and yeeted the creature away, only to be hit by a sonic attack from the first Warden. He was sent flying into the side of a building.

Myth’s laughter drifted down to mock him.

Smajor seethed, but was right back on his feet and made his way upward as fast as he could before either of the Wardens locked onto him again. He arrived in time to see Myth’s form get whisked away in a flurry of the blue-black particles emanating from the portal. Without hesitating he leapt in after him, never once caring what secrets it might hold.

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[A/N: If you haven’t read Mirror Mirror Break Our Fall, now is a good time! Chapter Three picks up after those events, and some things will make more sense.]

[ Chapter Three ]

#alsmp #alsmp fanfic #mythicalsausage #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #soul liminality #lunar yarns #dead dove do not eat #early release bc tomorrow is big vid day #plus extra time to read Mirror Mirror

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kelpiemomma · 8 months

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Thinking akari had Khan as her under bed monster from the time she was like,,,, 3 or 4 until she finally got pulled out of her home at roughly 7. Khan wasn't able to get to her in the care facility and so he lost track of her until a couple years after ingo adopted her. He always felt a little silly & stupid for getting attached to a kid he was supposed to scare the shit out of, but apparently it's not uncommon for under bed monsters to get attached to their charges so at least he's not alone!!!

Khans initial form was his large, lanky, four arm & two legged one, the one he tends to find most comfortable. He was supposed to be an under bed monster and frighten Akari, after all. But as he grew closer and more sympathetic to her, as he began to care, he appeared as something softer. Something more dog like, fluffier (he's not truly fluffy- under bed monsters are only slightly corporeal and touchable unless they focus on otherwise), something to bring her comfort. There's a vague psychic link there and it was odd when he learned and realized that she found his scary form comforting as well. He would appear as both, gradually realizing that his frightening form was a comfort because the malaise he radiated (greater in that form) also affected her parents and encouraged them to leave her alone