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acourtofthought · 23 days

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Your speculation on how Elain's voice (the inner thoughts in her POV) could be presented? Would it be more romantic? Witty? Sarcastic? Dreamy? or more observant and perceptive? A mix of all? or maybe more internal (like intuned to her emotions)?

Also for all the theories about Guilty as Sin, I think SJM just likes the song. It doesn't necessarily have to be about the books. I suppose we can all have fun theorizing about anything.

Regarding her post.

I think it is most likely that Sarah loving that song has nothing to do with Elucien or E/riel.

Do I think she felt moved by it? That it made her get in her feels? Definitely!

Do I think it could have given her some sort of inspiration as a writer? Sure! We have no idea what headspace she's in right now, we have no idea what she's writing right now. The song, while possibly about emotional cheating, is also about longing and her MMCs usually experience that. Maybe she's even writing a book set in the past and the song gave her inspiration for the LoA and Helion before they had the affair that resulted in Lucien.

However, Sarah says that she always has music on while she's writing so I do understand why everyone is trying to play detective. She chose her main platform for communication with her fans to create a post about a specific song and her author's website says "follow me for updates on IG". Considering she doesn't often post, when she does people are going to look for clues. When she herself has said she leaves all sorts of crumbs and easter eggs in her books and we all know she's a Swiftie (who also leaves easter eggs), it's not farfetched to think, "maybe that's what she's now doing on her IG!"

I do think people are being a little harsh towards others who are debating the possibility of clues. It's not like all sides of the ship wars haven't read into her posts. I remember when she released a HOFAS excerpt, people were claiming that because she shared one with Nesta and Az it was further proof that she wants the focus to now be on Az but Nesta ended up being more heavily featured in the crossover. Or how all sides of the ship war were using her last post of being in the mountains as evidence of who was getting the next book.

I think the theories / debates are fun and people should not be ridiculed for creating posts. We have literally nothing else to go on these days and in an an attempt to not recycle the same excerpts from the books over and over, even seemingly random IG posts can inject a little life (no matter how ridiculous) into our pages.

With that said, it's a little wild to claim her posts are confirmation of anything. While theories / debates are fun, acting superior and claiming the other side is crying because "her post proves E/riel endgame!" is taking it too far. Claiming that because she liked the song it's absolute proof of who is getting the next book is a stretch because, while we can theorize that maybe it does mean something, it could also still mean a hundred other things or absolutely nothing at all.

As far as Elain, I think she actually has a thoughtful / observant inner voice with a sarcastic edge.

A 75/25 ratio. Where she'll sit there thinking things that are insightful and observant then throw in a zinger from time to time to the point that it sneaks up on you. A lot like Lucien in ACOWAR, where he was going on and on about how well decorated the HOW was then throws out "Rhys was a good many things, but he certainly had good taste". Or when he was thinking on how he just wanted to read, thinking back on Jesminda, offered Elain tea then called Nesta a viper.

But where I think Lucien's inner thoughts are tinged with a bit of heaviness and sadness, I think Elain's will be slightly more optimistic.

I think Lucien pushes forward and carries on, he remains fair and polite, but there's a lot of guilt and hopelessness lying just under the surface.

With Elain, I think she leans more towards the positive. That's not to say she doesn't struggle with things too but I think despite that, she continues believing that things will work out, that things will be ok.

There's a reason SJM said Nesta and Lucien would cause one another more damage but that Elain was someone both she and Lucien didn't see coming. I think it's Elain's inner strength, that ability to remain positive, loving and kind that is going to be the central theme of their story. There is a lot of discord in certain relationships right now. Between Lucien and Tamlin, Lucien and the people of Spring, Lucien and the people of Autumn, Lucien and Eris, Az and Lucien, the sisters at times, Lucien and Feyre / Nesta at times, the IC and Tamlin, and there has not been a character to help rebuild those bridges yet. I do think it will be Elain's inner light and loving nature that will be a catalyst for many of these relationships beginning to repair themselves.

I hope you have a fun weekend!!!

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #pro elain archeron

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puckish-rogue · 2 months

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I've been thinking a lot as of late about Django's skill set, and the almost nightmarish reality of the type of violence and destruction he's capable of committing all on his very own. I'll probably make this into a more structured and proper HC post in the future. But for now, I just kinda want to ramble about this for a second because I don't think I've really had the opportunity to fully display just what kind of a one-man wrecking crew/army he is.

Talk to anyone who's a fan of SR and takes pride in their own version of The Boss, and they will tell you what sort of aspects they really lean into when depicting them in writing, art, or anything remotely creative. For me, aside from wanting to really explore the whole idea of a customizable character and that disconnect from most people, I really leaned into the more violent aspects that make up the character. And that's because when you stop and think about it, the sort of things that The Boss is able to accomplish throughout the original series—at least on their own—is really fucking astounding. And even more so terrifying.

You can make the argument that the original iteration of the Saints wouldn't have gotten to the point they did if The Boss hadn't come in and just carried the load, and got their hands as dirty as they did. Which isn't to say that everyone else wasn't pulling their weight. But it's clear to me that anything that was remotely significant was handed off to this random kid who got swept into the gang life. And when I apply that to my portrayal, Django starts to come across as almost relentless whenever there's work for him to do.

Said relentlessness can also be applied to how he handles the work he receives, or really, any sort of task at hand. He is goal-oriented. He is focused, despite what he may lead you to believe. A plan may fall apart and make it seem as if you need to go back and reconsider your approach. Not for Django. He will finish the task at hand by any means necessary. Even if wanton destruction is left in his wake. He is the human equivalent of the nastiest hurricane you could ever imagine. And he's got the body count and property damage to back that title up.

Let's talk about violence for a second. The guy loves it. Fighting in general gets his blood pumping, and his adrenaline spiking higher and higher. He is a sick freak that enjoys hurting his enemies and fighting tougher opponents just to better his own skills. Whenever he REALLY starts to get into a fight, I would equate it to a dog being let off a leash and getting zoomies. He's basically frenzied, and more than ready to put someone down if it comes to that.

And when I think about that kind of attitude, plus the way he can seemingly go through wave after wave of enemies, it really begins to paint a picture of what that may look like to an outside observer. Or hell, anyone for that matter, regardless of what side they're on. Like, it wouldn't surprise me if, as the years go on, people just made up ghost stories about the guy. Sure, he's prolific as hell. But you can't imagine what kinds of things he gets up to whenever there isn't a news camera on him. Plus, I would think that with everything he and the gang have accomplished, that anyone in the big leagues—whether it be in the criminal underworld, or from law enforcement—would take heavy consideration as to how to approach the guy given what he's able to do.

We're talking about someone here who has not only toppled several different gangs with varying degrees of influence and power, but gone up against cops, SWAT teams, the FBI, and even people who are as close to the honest-to-god military as possible.

I really don't have a proper way to end this because it was meant to be a long ramble in the first place. But man, I don't know. There's just a lot to consider about what Django's reputation would be throughout the world in his own canon. And this also goes for crossovers, AU's, all sorts of things. His penchant for violence is something that will be on full display no matter what the playing field may be when writing the guy. And I just hope people keep that in mind whenever we plot stuff out, or just have discussions in general.

#I’m More of a Puckish Rogue ⚜ { Headcanons }

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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🎃Random horror movie crossover thought! Feat. Trick ‘r Treat, Terrifier, and The Jester 🎃

I can’t help imagining an Art the clown, The Jester, and Sam crossover. All of these characters oddly have things in common. As far as we know, they’re all supernatural entities who wear masks and/or makeup to hide their face. They exist to make sure Halloween is respected and its traditions are upkept. They commit acts of violence and/or murder on those who are rude and/or disrespect Halloween in any way. Even people who choose not to participate aren’t safe. The only characters who survive are ones that follow the rules of Halloween.

(Note: Art would probably still kill people regardless. Like my bestie @tinalbion said, “I think he wouldn't have been as messed up in the kill if she would have given him candy. So I feel like he'd still kill people, he just wouldn't be AS brutal as he could be.”)

I’ve seen lots of crossover fics for slashers before, and I dunno why but I’d love to see Art, The Jester, and Sam as this scary and unnerving yet unconventionally wholesome family of supernatural Halloween entities. Maybe with Little Pale Girl tagging along. She and Sam could pose as children and go trick or treating together while Art and Jester are the “parents” or “cool uncles” who keep watch. They’d probably make the people giving out candy uncomfortable with their silence. This family isn’t exactly talkative but they express words and emotions through body language, even if that may freak people out. Fun night out for the family whether they get candy or commit heinous acts of goofy gorey fun on humans. It’s both tricks and treats for this gang of ghouls.

And if reader somehow gets roped into this family, she’d be the wife/mom and the only seemingly “normal” member. Just an everyday average human woman and the murderous Halloween entities she loves so much. Imagine their family photos. They’d probably be like those “Everyone looks the part of a nice, happy family except the goth/heavy metal teenager in black clothing and corpse paint.” meme pictures you see. But instead it’s “Everyone looks like a laid off Spirit Halloween employee or out of season scare actor, except the wife/mother, who looks like she came from a Better Homes and Gardens magazine.”

#slashers x reader #slashers imagine #art the clown x reader #terrifier x reader #sam trick r treat #Sam trick r treat x reader #the jester x reader #the jester a short horror film #random fic ideas #random thoughts #fic ideas #pls tag me if you write this

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aliciaevers · 2 years

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Ajinweek 2022: Day 1, Crossover

I decided to write an Ajin and Levius crossover, partially because they are two of my favorite mangas of all time, but also partially because I think a lot of the characters would get along well, or at least find each other interesting. For simplicity's sake, and because this is for ajinweek, you don't actually need to know any Levius lore or characters to read this. It may make it a little more satisfying, but I think the overall idea is pretty clear.

Word Count: 558

Summary: Izumi has a brief exchange with a familiar stranger.

Izumi groaned as she looked at the line in front of her. How long did Tosaki expect her to wait for a damn cup of coffee…?

She scanned around the room, focusing primarily on the people standing in front of her. It appeared to be a pretty random mix: families, students, business people. One in particular stood out to her; a woman who looked just as exhausted as she felt. She watched the woman’s empty gaze drift over the seemingly endless drink menu.

As the woman was called forward, she stared at the menu for one more moment before sighing in defeat.

“Two black coffees,” she said, apparently overwhelmed by the number of options.

“Name?”

“Alicia.”

The line moved on and Izumi finally managed to order Tosaki’s drink. (Medium size latte, hot, skim milk, as usual). She picked up a scone for herself, because she deserved it after dealing with Tosaki all morning, and went to wait by the counter. To her surprise, the woman from before was still standing there.

“It’s supposed to be a black coffee,” she said, showing one of her drinks to the barista. “It’s practically white. He won’t drink this,” she frowned.

The barista was apologetic, and did go back to remake the drink, but the woman, Alicia, was looking more defeated by the minute.

“Let me guess,” Izumi said, leaning over to her. “For your boss?”

Alicia nodded. “He’s not usually too picky, but if I bring him back a cup of hot milk I’ll be hearing about it for the rest of my life.”

“Tell me about it,” Izumi replied, biting into her snack. “I’m waiting on a drink for mine. Unfortunately, he is picky.”

“I guess most people that warrant having an assistant probably are. In that regard, maybe I’m lucky,” Alicia replied. If she truly believed she was lucky, her expression did not reveal it.

“In that regard? How much of a pain is your boss, exactly?” Izumi asked.

Alicia swirled her own cup of coffee. “It’s complicated,” she admitted. “Can’t live with him, can’t live without him, y’know? Or maybe that’s weird to say about a coworker,” she frowned.

“I’m sure it’s different for you,” Izumi began, “but I think I sort of know what you mean.”

“Medium latte, for Shimomura?” a barista called.

“That’s me,” she reached forward, grabbing the drink. As she prepared to leave, she looked back at Alicia again. “I hope work goes easy on you,” she said.

“You too,” Alicia replied, the smallest hint of a smile appearing on her face for the first time.

As Izumi turned out the door, she reflected on the conversation. Where would she be without Tosaki? Worse off, right? But the sadness in Alicia’s eyes felt all too familiar. She wondered what tied her to her own boss. She hoped it was nothing so complicated or miserable as her deal with Tosaki. Let it be crazy high pay for a shitty job, Izumi thought, knowing it was unlikely.

Although the two never saw each other again, on occasion Izumi thought of the tired woman at the coffee shop. Although they’d shared almost nothing of their lives, she felt that they understood each other, perhaps more than anyone else in her life ever had.

I suppose if that stranger can tolerate a life like this, so can I.

#ajinweek22 #ajin #izumi shimomura #tosaki yuu #alicia

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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sp1resong · 2 years

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ok so no one asked but. here's that eldritch bristlefrost au ! also known as yet another tma crossover au but i made it from scratch this time.

It starts off a lot like the rewrite's bristlefrost lore--Other Bristlefrost grabbed onto her dying visions instead of going peacefully, etc.

However, this time her attempts failed--or rather, they succeeded, but decidedly not in the way she intended. She connected to the world of her visions, after all, but instead of merging with this world's Bristlefrost, she became stuck... slightly outside of the world (because this world did not have a Bristlefrost, she might come to realize should she regain enough of herself to do such things), a silent spectator unable to join those she watched, shattered to the point where there wasn't much of Bristlefrost left.

The best way to describe The Shattered's vantage point is a person standing over an anthill, but unable to touch it. They can move and change the way their shadow is cast, and attempt to influence the ants that way, but they cannot make any direct changes or join the ants.

What-once-was-Bristlefrost (which I'll just call The Shadow, bc that's what the characters call it) doesn't have many memories, but it does know that it cares about the Clans more than other cats, and some Clan cats more than others. It does not remember why it feels this way. It doesn't remember what these cats were to it. But it does know that they must be protected at any cost.

Now, it cannot do that as just a shadow. It cannot protect those it cares about as weak as it is, and it cannot get stronger on its own.

So it chooses three cats, seemingly at random, to be its eyes and ears, its claws, its avatars.

(It was not truly random, of course. What little remained of Bristlefrost was... reminded of herself and Rootspring and Shadowsight; the loyal, responsible warrior, the rebellious young cat, and the struggling healer. But to the Shadow and those chosen, it felt random, so that is how we will describe it).

These cats, of course, are Sunbeam, Flamepaw, and Frostpaw.

But this is not all there is to the story. In no universe does patronage to such a thing as the Shadow end well for all involved, no matter how good the intentions behind it.

And, of course, if Bristlefrost lived, even fragmented as she is, there is every likelihood that others may have done the same.

#i've noticed that i have a very specific Narrator Voice for when i'm writing this kind of thing #i don't mind though. it's fun #warrior cats #warriors au #bristlefrost #spire rambles #my writing #< kind of #eldritch bristlefrost au

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themoonandtheprincess · 2 days

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Hospital in Philadelphia Part 1 (Lab Rats/Mighty Med Crossover. Skylar Storm/Bree Davenport, Kaz/Chase Davenport.)

Big seizure warning for this fic. I am epileptic so I do know what to do and not to do during a seizure but I have included a link to a website for it and a list. https://www.cdc.gov/epilepsy/about/first-aid.htm Also violence trigger warning.

Ease the person to the floor.

Turn the person gently onto one side. This will help the person breathe.

Clear the area around the person of anything hard or sharp. This can prevent injury.

Put something soft and flat, like a folded jacket, under his or her head.

Remove eyeglasses.

Loosen ties or anything around the neck that may make it hard to breathe.

Time the seizure. Call 911 if the seizure lasts longer than 5 minute

Never do any of the following things:

Do not hold the person down or try to stop his or her movements.

Do not put anything in the person’s mouth. This can injure teeth or the jaw. A person having a seizure cannot swallow his or her tongue.

Do not try to give mouth-to-mouth breaths (like CPR). People usually start breathing again on their own after a seizure.

Do not offer the person water or food until he or she is fully alert.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Twist of S:3 E: 1 and 2 Sink or Swim where Adam, Bree, and Chase are stowaways on a cargo freight after being caught using their bionics and taken by Douglas shape-shifting as Donald, put in rings, and Chase uses both the magnetism app and molecular kinsesis to break free then faints.

The Triton app overrides are mistaken for seizures. It's before Tecton even touches down in the parking lot of the normo hospital when the three kids he found in the ocean start struggling against his arms. They're pushed against each other and he's not sure what to do other than keep them all closer to his chest so they'll stop flailing. The doctors of the normo hospital yell at him to let them go as he runs down the halls, but he uses his mind-control to sate them until he can reach the closet that leads to Mighty Med. He's not sure why but he somehow knows that they are not normos and that these are not normo seizures.

Tecton is yelled at almost immediately when he walks in to let drop them. It's from Kaz, cleaning a bedside table, who's eyes turn as wide as saucers and flames lick up his arms as he runs over.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yells, flames flickering in and out between rage of the mishandling and freeing the teens. "This is not what you're supposed to do in this situation!"

Kaz takes them one-by-one and gently places them on the floor. He's scared to move them to a bed as they stiffen and doesn't trust Tecton to. Their eyes are glazed over and it's only until he's placing a pillow under one of the boy's heads that he watches their eyes turn green. He ignores it to turn him on his side. The boy below him breaths catch in his throat, and for one terrifying second, Kaz thinks it might be asphyxiation. The air is back in his throat and his eyes flicker back to a sweet brown for a moment as Kaz undoes the top buttons on his polo for a way to breathe. Then it's back to emerald as Kaz lays him down.

Tecton watches dumbly from a corner as it unfolds and Kaz hates him right then. Dr. Horace knows what to do and gathers pillows immediately to put around them but freezes as lasers shoot out of the glazed over, emerald eyes of the oldest boy. The smoking pillow is dropped at Horace's feet and he steps back, pulling on Kaz's arm. The girl is fighting at super speed against the floor and pillows and the boy Kaz took care of is dangling multiple objects above them, seemingly random.

"Kaz," he whispers. "Step away. They're super. We've never had to deal with a super seizure."

Kaz steps away. The three of them look terrified and as much as he wants to step in and help, he knows from Katie's seizures that the best thing to do is ride them out. Adding superpowers with it would just make the entire thing worst. But even with that terrible variable added, this is not how Katie's seizures go, even if each one is different; because the three of them stand up and activate their superpowers full-force.

The girl speedruns into Kaz. He feels the circular desk catch into small flames as his back is pressed against the desk and she yells out in pain as he accidentally burns her. The guilt will eat him alive later. She grabs the younger boy by his shirt and seethes something to him. In less than a minute, he has control of Kaz's fire with what he can only assume is the molecular kinsesis. He creates a force field around himself and the two other rats, dragging the flame in front of them and assuming defensive positions.

The tension is built like the force field around them and Kaz tries to wrestle his flame back from the youngest. Other than that, nobody moves, except for when Metal Man walks in from the secret passage and the three teens are slammed into him. The more they struggle against Metal Man, they more they're stuck, and hesitantly, Dr. Horace walks over to Metal Man and runs his fingers across where their necks are stuck to his legs.

He looks up at Kaz.

"Davenport Industries." Is all he said.

The glow in their eyes drop as they do.

#lab rats #mighty med #adam davenport #bree davenport #chase davenport #chase/kaz #skylar/bree #fanfiction #kaz mm #skylar storm #oliver mm #donald davenport #douglas davenport #tasha davenport #seizures #trigger warning #seizure tw #tw violence

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city0f-dreams · 6 days

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Muse Profile: Pomni

“…I guess I just don’t want you to feel like you’re nothing. I don’t want anybody to feel like that.”

Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

Bio: The colorful, albeit anxious jester you see before you is not what Pomni is used to looking like. In fact, Pomni isn’t even her real name.

Little is known about who Pomni was before putting on the headset of a strange, seemingly in-development VR simulation, waking up in this strange, stretchy body in the middle of a circus with no memory of her life before or even her name. The circus’s ringleader was quick to show her around and randomize a new name for her, which is the name she goes by now. Her first day was incredibly overwhelming and stress inducing, to say the least, but she’s been slowly opening up to her fellow performers, even if the key word is slowly. If there’s any way she’s going to find the real exit out of here, it’s with them-and besides, most of them seem to genuinely care about her.

Pomni is deceptively anxious and almost constantly overwhelmed, in contrast to her colorful and jolly looking appearance. She also struggles to quickly make decisions. Every new occurrence in the circus is given the same confused, somewhat mistrusting treatment-but give her time and she’ll come to believe in and trust in you like with the others.

Please note that a lot of the finer details about my version of Pomni will be based on headcanons, at least until more of the show comes out.

Verses:

V1: this new home feels like a prison-The default verse, as detailed above, where Pomni is the latest human performer to be trapped in the Digital Circus.

V2: after all, you’re just a silly clown-A verse for a Pomni that exists anywhere else (aka a crossover verse). Pomni’s been a member of a traveling circus carnival for all of her life, and to her credit she’s a pretty good jester when the nerves die down. But she swears there has to be more to her life than this…if only she could leave the carnival’s borders…

This verse is inspired by the Witchlight Carnival from that one D&D adventure, but prior knowledge of that isn’t necessary!

Anything Else?: Most will forget their real names and lives upon entering the circus, and that’s true as well for those interacting with Pomni-but if your muse doesn’t have a dedicated TADC verse and/or you’d like to interact with her without any “forgetting” shenanigans, just let me know before we get to writing! Otherwise, we can always go with the crossover verse.

#(getting to know you): muse profile #pomni: when did I become a jester?

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cain-sawyer-son-of-the-saw · 9 months

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I Lack Sleep, Here's Some OC Writing PART 1

Themes: Bubba Sawyer x Rosette (Cain's mother, my self-insert OC), Bubba and Rosette as parents, How Rosette met Bubba and fell in love, Cain and Anne-Marie Sawyer having adventures around the farm and involving other Sawyers

Tags/Warnings: S/O, male x female, fluff, 18+ (I'll separate the 18+ from the fluff), pregnancy, pregnancy kink, baby, babies, gore, cannibalism, stockholme syndrome, child, children, rough events (for example, abuse)

A BRIEF ABOUT MY OCs:

Rosette Sawyer, born Rosette Whitman in 1947, was born into a fairly rich, well-to-do family.

Having been kept fairly cooped up most of her life and being told what to do and what not to do in social situations by her parents really got on her nerves. She made it a point to make friends with people who were "weird" and "different" initially just to upset her family but soon realized that such people really made life more interesting.

Rosette would also frequently sneak out on road trips with her friends, against her parents' wishes. This is why she knows how to refill gas, replace oil and change a tire. Unfortunately, it is also why she knows how to wield seemingly everyday objects as weapons- she had to know how to defend herself if her friends ever temporarily had to leave her all alone.

Rosette was cursed by a Voodoo Priestess while on a trip with her friends to see an artifact museum located in New Orleans, Louisiana. For being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Rosette can now never bleed out and whatever is cut off will grow back. The only way to escape the curse is death- either by removal of or ceasing the functions of either the heart or the brain.

Rosette prefers to wear "country" themed outfits that show a lot of skin because it's often very hot down in the South. Quarter sleeves, rolled sleeves or no sleeves are for her and she does not mind showing her stomach either. She will wear pants but prefers shorts and skirts. Also, she is never without her cowgirl hat and boots.

Cain Sawyer, born some time in 1974, is the son and first born child of Rosette and Bubba Sawyer.

Cain is either very quiet or very verbal, depending on what view of him someone chooses to focus on.

Cain's mastery of the spoken English language is not very high-level. He has difficulty with matching words to the physical world around him, so if he does speak, the listener has to be very patient to hear him out correctly.

Cain much prefers to communicate via random, almost animalistic sounds and gestures, similarly to Bubba, because for the first few years of his life, Bubba had to spend the most time with him due to Drayton refusing to let Rosette officially join the family for so long.

Cain's best friend in my horror crossover AU (Texas Chainsaw x IT x Coraline) is Christopher Gray. Cain enjoys Chris' seemingly random, high-energy chaos and appreciates having someone around that can and will speak up for him.

Cain is very protective of his little sister, Anne-Marie Sawyer. He's a tall kid and he's not afraid to use that to his advantage to chase someone who has hurt her away.

Cain also loves to dress up just like his daddy but is afraid to let uncles Nubbins and Chop-Top catch him in drag so he usually waits for Anne to tell him she wants to play tea party and jumps at the chance.

Cain LOVES animals. Like, he doesn't even have the concept in his head that some of them can possibly kill him. He is a simple kid- he sees an animal, it is now his new best friend forever. Of course, this means Cain really loves chores around the farm that involve animals, too!

Cain is that kid who WOULD have been a mama's boy but since he didn't have a lot of time with his mama when he was small, he's 100% daddy's boy.

Cain's favorite comforts when he's small are climbing all over dad, grabbing handfuls of dad's hair and inhaling the smell and also sitting on his dad's shoulders. If he can't find his dad, he'll go find his mom and get her to hold him for a while. His comforts with his mom involve her either singing to him or reading him stories.

Cain is not a very good reader- he can probably only read basic baby board book words by himself- but he loves to look at picture books and have someone read them to him.

On weekends, Cain loves to get Uncle Chop-Top to turn on the radio or put on some records so they can jam out in the living room.

Cain's favorite pastime though is probably anything where he can use a hammer or a tenderizer. After an incident occurred where he learned he could throw a tenderizer hard enough to knock someone out in order to save himself and his dad from an attack, Bubba, Drayton, Nubbins and Chop-Top all realized he could be the next family butcher, just like his dad. So they started training him to use hammers/tenderizers fairly early on- Bubba and Nubbins would often try to show him better techniques and Drayton and Chop-Top would try to show him and teach him about different kinds of hammers and tenderizers and their "stats".

Cain also has knowledge of some things that most children should not. Namely: Firearms, arsony, larceny, defacement and a general understanding of terms and phrases that aren't meant for his age level. This is because Nubbins and Chop-Top make terrible babysitters and Christopher Gray, who looks 10 in human years but is actually 20 years old, has too much chaotic adult knowledge.

That said, Cain is generally well behaved and does what he's told but will fall to any one of those things if Chris eggs him on for any reason. In fact, Chris will HELP HIM light sticks of dynamite or paint the phrase "f*ck you" on the side of the barn in efforts to upset Drayton and mess up Pennywise.

Cain generally wears a semi-loose formal buttoned and collared work shirt, dark slacks, black boots and dark suspenders. He might occasionally add a tie to be like his dad.

Anne-Marie Sawyer, born in 1978, is the second child and first daughter of Rosette and Bubba Sawyer.

Anne's best friend is Christopher's twin sister, Jennifer Gray.

Rosette had recently been allowed to officially join the Sawyer household when Anne was born, so Anne never knew a day without her mom. She's 100% a mama's girl.

Anne-Marie is very much the "pampered princess" type. Lay one wrong finger on her and both her big brother and their dad will be on the scene in a heartbeat, weapons out.

Anne-Marie's style is also very "princess", as she loves to dress up a lot. Puffy sleeves and long, semi-decadent gowns, sometimes with glitter even and bows, are her favorite. If a princess dress isn't available, she's perfectly happy to settle for an old gingham gown as well. Anne will accept Mary Janes for footwear but largely prefers cowgirl boots, even with her princess dresses.

Anne loves to play "tea party" with her dolls and get dressed up and she's aware that Cain is into it too, so she will often talk him into playing with her- she will even help him get dressed up and do his makeup for him. She will also often get Bubba to join them and if he will let her, which he often does, she will do his makeup, too. In fact, Anne and Bubba will do each other's hair and makeup and if Cain wants, Bubba will fix him up, too.

Anne-Marie also loves to make things out of found objects. Especially bones. She will often sit down with Bubba or Nubbins and work on trinkets, carvings, jewelry, decor, you name it- out of bones and various body parts. Her favorite though is dolls and stuffed animals. Most of her dolls and stuffed animals were either made by her, Bubba or Nubbins or sometimes all together or in teams. Her favorite doll though was something she found already made by the side of the road- an old, discarded Raggedy Ann.

When Anne needs comfort from her parents, she's less a climber and more of a hugger. She loves to snuggle into her dad while he's holding her or into her mom's chest while being held. If parents aren't available, Cain will hold her and calm her down. Anne also likes to be sung or hummed to, which again, if parents aren't around to do it, Cain will try. She doesn't mind being read to either but really prefers stories a bit more when she's feeling better.

PART II COMING SOON

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yeonchi · 2 years

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The Azuma Yeonchi Experience

Gonna put some of my fans on the spot here in case they have the fortitude to work out what I’m talking about even though I’m keeping them anonymous.

A decade ago, way before I got involved in the Sea Princesses renaissance in Latin America (I’ll come back to that later), I was experimenting all over social media. One of those experiments involved helping some of my friends create Facebook accounts, and it was through one of them that I encountered some really interesting people.

There was this Mexican man who was deaf and mute. He made videos every so often, but I would never understand him because he communicated in sign language, as if learning the Spanish language itself wasn’t daunting enough. I remember one of the first things he sent my friend was this list which was like, “Do you like Angelina Ballerina”, “Do you like Sea Princesses”, “Do you like My Little Pony” and so forth. He had this obsession of having those shows (and others) in a crossover universe with Sega. Now, I’m not one to criticise that guy’s efforts, but his idea of that crossover universe is to just stick the Sega logo on images and call it a day. Looking back, this was the first time I’d encountered someone who was as much a fan of Sea Princesses than I was.

This next guy from Argentina had a waifu, and his waifu just happened to be a friend of my friend. He was so obsessed with his waifu to the point that he kept messaging my friend asking for his waifu. Naturally, her friend and I were willing to play up this charade for him; we didn’t really try to let him down per se, but we established this sort of boundary where we wouldn’t reciprocate his love for his waifu, though we could give him advice and talk whenever we felt like it. Some time passed and we went our separate ways, which was just as well because I was getting too busy to keep up the charade for my friend.

Heading over to Europe and we come to Estonia, where I introduce someone who likes horses and cosplaying as Angelina Ballerina. He posts a lot of random videos regularly, though one of the prominent things in his videos is that he sings karaoke and dances on the spot. His videos are admittedly cringy, but at least he has friends with the people at his group home or social club for autistic (or should I say neurodiverse?) people or whatever and he is clearly doing what he loves to do.

Some honourable mentions also go to some people who liked roleplaying as furries (before obnoxious furfags became relatively mainstream) and this French kid (from one of the overseas islands) who I swear looked five in his profile pic, which he hadn’t updated since 2014. I wonder how he’s doing now.

Why am I highlighting these non-English speaking fans who came into contact with me for things other than my English dub rants, anime posting or the generalised content I post every so often? Because I want to express my appreciation for my fanbase as I try to connect to the forgotten corners of it to the best of my ability while trying not to destroy the legacy I’ve worked so hard to build up (by merging Facebook pages, not that I could anyway particularly because the page names aren’t similar). I’ve dipped into so many interests over the past few years and while I have decided to settle into a few while also finding new ones to replace the discarded ones, I’ve wanted to connect to the fans I left behind from the interests I discarded. While some fans have remained with me all these years without interacting with my posts (some because they’ve abandoned their old accounts and moved onto new ones), I have to accept that there are some fans I cannot reconnect with and move forward.

A few months ago, I asked my friends to invite some of their friends to like my Facebook page. Admittedly, there were some who did, including the three people I told you about earlier, and there were some who didn’t. That seemingly started a bit of an influx in likes on my page; I had been stagnating on 730-ish likes for a couple of years, but now, I am at around 800 followers (my page got changed to the new Pages experience, for better or for worse, and likes are being phased out in favour of followers). Admittedly, this figure could have been better given that my brand has been around for 10 years, but some things just can’t be helped, I suppose.

This year, my contributions to the Sea Princesses renaissance have allowed me to reach out to a contingent of the renaissance in Latin America. Aside from occasional mentions on YouTube comment sections, I am in MJZD Gaming’s Sea Princesses Discord server and I also have correspondence with Liamasterink discussing obscure aspects of the series and sharing insights of our fanfictions (admittedly, I think he’s shared more than I have, though it’s not like he can’t find the Kisekae Insights instalments or I can’t find his fanarts anyway).

When I first discovered MJZD Gaming’s Discord server, I must say that I found it daunting to stay because people had to translate for me because I couldn’t be fucked Google Translating my messages (even harder when you’re out and about and on a phone), which is ironic seeing as I used to make the effort to do that with my friends years ago when they were talking to their friends. I only stayed in there for about a couple of hours before I left. For a few months after that, I was agonising over whether I should come back because I didn’t want translations clogging up the general channel, but then eventually I decided that if the people in the server wanted me to come back, then I would come back on the condition that I have an “English Corner” channel. Then I discovered that someone sent me a friend request on Discord and I decided to come back to see if it was one of the people from the channel and sure enough, it was.

So yeah, while my return wasn’t exactly what I’d preferred it to be, I have my own “English Corner” channel in there and Liam talks with me on Discord now in a DM thread because the entire server is dead most of the time. Apparently they have a WhatsApp group as well which is more active than the Discord server, but I’m not comfortable giving my phone number to internet people.

We’ve had our ups and downs over the past 10 years, but my appreciation goes to the fans who have interacted with me on my pages. You’ve all given me the inspiration to keep going as my content evolved over the years. I hope you’ll continue to follow me as I continue to create content you’ll hopefully appreciate.

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So I've downloaded Gacha Club and it's Really Fucking Cool actually

I got into the app and figured out the controls a little, then I decided to make my ocs but in gacha form, just to see what would happen.

So I make a new default and decide to start with skin colour, as you do, and immediately hollered 'Jesus Christ' at my phone because these are the options.

This crazy amount of variety is kept for the other aspects. If you want an accessory or hat or shirt pattern, it's probably there, you just have to scroll through the hundreds of other options that are also fully adjustable in size, shape, colour, sometimes position, and the poses! I was surprised at the amount of poses.

It's like Picrew but on drugs. It's like getting a Barbie playset for free but surprise! You get the rest of the mall too because there's more than 200 options for hair base, a hundred more for bang options, and much more of props/weapons. You can create literally any character and add your own twists because there's just so much cool stuff! It doesn't even have to be human. Have you see those Weirdcore Gacha videos?

I also realize that it's great to help pick colours and outfits, and maybe adjust your own fashion sense because of how you can pair accessories/props with scenarios and personality. It can also be a medium for people who don't draw or write but still want some creative juices flowing.

I'm still not in the fanbase but I think I get it now. This game is so popular because of. You know. The seemingly unlimited customization that's possible. And it's free to download.

Gacha videos are literally just people playing dress up and house and sharing their playtime with the rest of the world and getting horrendously cyberbullied for it but we don't talk about that

Even the ones that make me go 'oh, yeah, this is terrible' like 'characters doing/meeting random stuff', 'charactets/ocs reacting to stuff', the infinite wacky AUs and crossovers and nonsensical storylines that have obvious references to other media, I completely understand the logic behind all of it, because when I was younger and I had a paper and pencil, I would draw the stupidest shit and blatantly trace from other people's stuff (I know it's bad now I never posted it don't worry) and make them do what I thought was funny/emotional because I didn't care about quality moreso the fact that I made it.

It's so weird seeing the spirit of what I used to create reincarnated into another generation (all the bad and good bits), and making it so public too. I'm just really glad that there's lots of kids out there who are still having fun and somehow dealing with the crushing judgemental force that is the internet.

Edit: I'm not saying you have to be supportive or that you have to like it at all, in fact, you can express your opinion against these types of things, I'm not gonna stop you. I'm just taking a side and expressing my personal stance on this.

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PLA/EO3: Starting Point

Okay, so, I mentioned stuff about a crossover between EO3 (specifically the thing with my Deep Buccaneer) and PLA before and I think it's time I chattered about it a bit.

Especially in the wake of mermay and all the fun of fish people dealing with non-fish people.

((Read at your own risk! There will be spoilers for universe stuff involving late game eo3. I’m going a bit of the rails with some in-universe stuff they mention there, so it might be spoilery/confusing if you haven’t played (or read about it in the wiki). If you don’t care or wanna know what this au idea is all about anyways, go right ahead! I won’t stop you! Also, this got really pecking long.))

Basically, Deep Buccaneer (whom I've named Renato Delmar and will refer to as such) gets turned into a Deep One after a near-death experience in the Labyrinth. By chance (or by the mercy of the Deep that changed him) he stays himself after the physical change.

(Death was possibly a self-sacrifice thing to give his guild the chance to escape a FOE, and the FOE (or another Deep One that was nearby) decided they didn't want him to die and force-fed him a piece of their body to change him. Might have wanted to save him for either showing mercy to a kid of their species by sparing them (bc killing a kid is just cruel) or bc they couldn't understand why he'd fight a losing battle to save his team and wanted to make him stay so they could find out.)

His guild, after finding out that he was not, in fact, dead and definitely wouldn’t be able to return to normal life, manages to smuggle him out of the labyrinth and set him loose in the ocean where he would be (marginally) safer. (bc if the yggdroids/other adventurers would probably kill him if they found him due to the whole "secret war" going on in there)

Ren, while unhappy with all of this (and mildly traumatized by everything that's happened to him), agrees that one near-death experience was more than enough for him. He bids a reluctant farewell before swimming out to the open seas and tring to figure out what the hell to do with himself now.

This is... Not easy, despite Ren being a Buccaneer Class.

He doesn’t really know the abilities/limits of the new body he has and a lot of the stuff he does is basically him trying random things and hoping they work. (Some stuff was auto-planted into his brain, but all of it was intense combat stuff and not day-to-day survival.) So he’s actually struggling a bit to do things like hunt and figure out how to safely take care of himself.

It’s frustrating and stressful and he really wishes there was some way to return to being human, but as far as he knows there isn’t a way to do that.

And he gets more than a few close-calls from both mosters and humans while in the open waters. And he’s sure he’s running low on luck to keep himself safe.

Cue a fragment of Giratina's Rift breaking through to a reality it doesn’t belong in to suck him up and spit him out right in the middle Acreus' Private Realm/Domain.

Arceus, after using his Divine Sight* to figure out what the hell the thing that popped into existence where it really shouldn't have is, looks at Ren and goes "Oh hey, maybe this could actually be helpful."

*Devine Sight is basically how I depict gods who seemingly know “everything” but aren't explicitly omniscient or clearly have things happening in the world that they don’t know about. They can look into the history/memories of a thing/person they're focusing on to learn about it and where it came from. If anyone want’s me to go into detail about this, let me know.

He sees that Renato is a seasoned adventurer/explorer, with all the hard-earned skills that would come with that. Stuff that would be perfect for his champion. (or a perfect helper for them.)

So he pops up, gets the panicking fish-man’s attention and goes, “Hey, I know you don’t actually belong here, but you’ve got a problem and I might be able to help you with it. If you’ll help ME out with something.”

Arceus lays out his problem for Ren, which is that Humans and Pokemon (the magical beings of his world), used to be really close/similar to each other and lived really well side-by-side.

Until one of his Deputy Gods that he made to help him keep everything running smoothly had a major, violent freak out in the past and ended up killing a bunch of the mortals they were supposed to be helping/protecting. He had to banish them to stop them from wiping them out, and tried to stand back for a bit and hoped things would mend on their own while he tried to sort his godlings out.

But he stepped too far back for too long and now any chance of them going back to “normal” was pretty much gone.

However, one of the humans in his world had an idea for how to start bridging the gap again by making an index of pokemon to help humans understand them again. And it would work! Arceus looked through time and the creation of the index worked perfectly!

At least. it’s SUPPOSED to work perfectly.

Something is screwing around with time and space, messing up how they’re supposed to flow and putting that really good future at risk. Not even getting to it dragging in things from places that it shouldn’t reach and spitting out things that don’t belong there. (Like Ren.)

Arceus has a plan to fix that, by pulling a champion/hero to help finish the ‘dex and hopefully make sure the future follows the path it’s meant to. But he’s worried that the person he picked might not be enough to make things right again. What if the problem attacked them before they could finish? Or tricked them into making things worse? Or set off the political powder keg that the area where the ‘dex is being made is?

All of those are really bad and could be a disaster in waiting.

So he needs someone to keep an eye out for them. Help them stay safe and healthy. Make sure they’re ready for anything that happens. And just, be in their corner when things get to be too much to handle.

Which is where he’s hoping Renato might be willing to help, by being that person. Arceus knows Ren’s not happy with his current situation (forced transformation and loss of previous life/support network) and, as a Creator God, Arceus may be able to help him out with that.

He can’t promise that he can make him fully-human again, but he can probably get him human enough to make a new life in Arceus’ world. (Form Changes are a thing, after all.)

“You don’t need to be the hero. You don’t have to take charge or have everything fall to you. You just need to be there for them and help where you can. And that will be enough.”

Ren, though hesitant to take the word of a “god” after everything he’s seen and been through in the Labyrinth but desperate to reclaim even a fragment of his stolen humanity, accepts the deal being presented.

And prays that this won’t come back to kick his arse later.

#pokemon #legends arceus #pla #pkmn #Etrian Odyssey #etrain odyssey 3 #eo #eo3 #the drowned city #deep ones #deep buccaneer #renato delmar #original character #arceus #crossover #rosies aus #i will make more parts to this later #questions welcome #part the first

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padme-parker · 3 years

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Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 6)

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: You go to Onderon and meet someone you’ve been longing to see. Another call to home ensues and hearts get broken.

Warnings: angst, maybe cursing, I can’t think of anything else. oh and bad plot lmao

WC: 4.0k

A/N: this isn’t proof read so it might be scuffed.

read chapter 5 here

C O R U S C A N T

After the nightmares began, Anakin was rarely around, only making you more susceptible to the dark side. You truly did want to tell him about what had been keeping you up at night, but how were you going to contact him when he was never around and the connection the two of you shared was seemingly cut off? You weren’t able to feel his emotions nor feel his presence. It was as if he had blocked you off, almost like he was dead, but he wasn’t. You knew that he went on more campaigns as he was barely spending time in the temple, wanting to stay as far away from you. And if the two of you ever were in the same room by sheer luck, he pretended that you didn’t exist.

On days where both Anakin and Obi Wan were gone, you trained with a girl named Xin. In a way, she reminded you of the mandalorian Sabine: intelligent, strong, and creative. She was skilled with her lightsaber, but also greatly skilled in hand to hand combat, making her an excellent training partner. When all three of them were gone, you spent time learning binary after shortly being gifted a droid. R2-KT, or Kaytee as you liked to call her, accompanied you on your walks around the Jedi temple, often telling you random facts about it or Coruscant.

As time passed, you noticed how the council became weary of your presence. After noticing the color of your saber, which wasn’t hard to miss, the Jedi Masters seemed to focus their attention on you whenever you were in the room with them. You would have liked to believe that you had begun to earn their trust, but you understood their cautiousness towards you. Hell, you would’ve probably reacted the same way if someone came to Earth using a big stone hidden in the middle of nowhere claiming that the fate of the universe rested in their hands.

The halls of the temple were empty- excluding the sentinels- as you roamed around with Kaytee at your side. It was still so surreal being in the Jedi temple. Six months ago you were on Earth, spending time with your family. It seemed so long ago since you were first introduced to Star Wars.

You were foreign to the concept of bonding, spending time with your peers. After spending almost 17 years in foster care, you learned to not attach yourself. To become cold, detached, and observant of your surroundings. With your arrival to the tower, it became a shock to you when you found out that the team spent time together willingly. Some nights they played games like Uno and Cards Against Humanity. You would always sit in the corner and watch them, not comfortable enough to be engaging with them in such a way like that. On the nights where they watched movies, you would always sit in the furthest seat away from the group. It stayed like that until Peter started coming to the bonding nights.

Due to the fact that he was still young, he stayed with his Aunt May. Only coming to the tower to help Tony with his projects. So it was a surprise to see him there, but you couldn’t help feel more comfortable knowing that someone else your age was there.

“So, what’re we watching tonight?” He asked. The team let out a couple of groans, unsure of what they were getting into. “How about we watch Star Wars? I bet you those two grandpas haven’t seen it yet.”

“Hey! Watch it, Peter.” Steve said, putting his hand over his heart to feign hurt. All it took for him to apologize was one glance at Bucky. “Sorry Mister Winter- uhh James- Bucky-- no. Sir Barnes. And Steve.”

He goes to sit down, but before he does, he takes a survey of the room. He notices you sitting alone on the couch, “Hey, why don’t you come sit closer?” He asked. You shake your head, telling him that you were alright where you were. “What about you? Have you seen Star Wars?” You quickly shake your head, you see Peter’s eyes widen and he takes off to sit in the empty spot next to you.

“OMG. WHAT? How have you never seen the movies?”

“Not everyone has the privilege to have a normal childhood. I just so happened to be one of those kids.” You informed him.

“Right, sorry.” He apologized, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sure you’ll love the movies though.”

Peter was right. After watching A New Hope, the team had retired to their respective rooms, but the two of you had stayed up all night finishing the movies. After watching all three trilogies, you had a new found obsession, especially for a certain Skywalker. Even though some people thought that Anakin was a bad character, and sure the script was really bad, you really did love him. So when he betrayed Obi Wan to save Padme, your heart couldn’t help but break. Poor man was so whipped for the pussy :( I guess you could call it to die for.

Although your time on Coruscant was limited, you did your best to enjoy it. The six months you had spent here so far had been a gift. The environment was truly mesmerizing, and you wanted to share it with Peter. You tried not to call him often, the time difference was just slightly confusing. While six months might’ve passed for you, it had only been a month for your family back home.

You were broken out of your reverie by the buzzing of your holocom, requesting your presence in the council room. Making your way into the room, you told Kaytee to wait by the doors. You stood in the middle of the room with your hands clasped behind your back, waiting for them to address you.

“Nice to see you it is.” Master yoda said. “A task for you, we have.”

A task? What could they possibly want you to do? There was no way they’d be sending you on a mission, they never did.

“We want you to travel to Onderon. They are celebrating their liberation from the separatists. I don’t know why but Anakin and Obi Wan would like for you to be present-” Before Mace can finish his sentence he is cut off.

“I believe what Master Windu is trying to say is that they would both like for you to experience what our galaxy has to offer.” Shaak Ti answered for him. “There will be other Jedi there too, but you will be traveling on your own.” She said. “Oh, and please keep in mind, this celebration is also being held in remembrance for Steela, their fallen leader.”

“Understood, may I leave now?” Master Yoda gave you a nod, allowing you to leave. You made your way to the hangar, Kaytee following close behind you. Well, it looks like it was time to see Anakin again.

O N D E R O N

Your journey to Onderon is short, but you take the time to fiddle with Kaytee. Cleaning her up to make her look presentable. Weeks after you were gifted the droid, you took the time to fix her up and reprogram her to your liking. With the touch of a button, you could make her record a hologram, send her your location, or gouge out someone's eye if needed. You truly did love your droid, and you thanked the stars that Stark taught you how to code, program, and build trinkets of your own.

Kaytee lands the ship with a heavy thud, “I know you're excited to see Artoo, but we need to be careful with this ship. It’s not ours.” You told her, and in return you get a series of apologetic beeps. The door opens with a hiss, you signal for Kaytee to follow you. Stepping off, you notice all of the other ships outside of Iziz. It was like all the entirety of the galactic senate was here, which you really didn’t doubt. You felt out of place in your Jedi robes. People were arriving in magnificent, mind blowing outfits. Gowns with tails that trailed far behind them and tuxes with flowy capes. This ball was going to have it all.

The bustle of the market only intensified with the oncomers. You had to make your way to the temple before you got distracted. By the time you reached the temple doors, the crowd lessened, or so you thought. Entering the temple, you were greeted at the sight of hundreds of people. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as people began to turn and stare at you. Screw the Jedi Council for not giving me a nice outfit to change into. Just as you were about to turn around and wander through the market, you heard your voice being called out. You tried to find where the sound was coming from, only to get confused and jolt your head around violently as if you were a loth cat.

“Alyra! Over here!.” Your feet began moving on their own accord. As if you were being drawn to a presence. You come to a screeching halt in front of.. Anakin, of course it's him. Why am I not surprised that the force has literally brought me to him? Along with Obi Wan, R2, and Padme. Oh my god, wait, it’s Padme. I could kiss her right now if I wanted to. But I won’t. That would be weird, won’t it. Kissing her in front of her husband, who is my-

“Alyra, are you alright?” Obi Wan asks, breaking you out of your internal ramble.

“Yeah, I was just...trying to take all of this in. I’ve never seen anything like this.” You responded, pretending to look around the temple.

“It seems like you space out a lot.” He jokes, a smile on his face before he realizes no one else is laughing. He rolls his eyes before continuing, “Anyways, welcome to Onderon. This is my good friend, Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo.” He turns to face her while he introduces you to her. You hold out a hand, expecting for her to shake it. Instead she walks up to you and takes you within her hold. She hugs you tightly, you can feel her protruding belly.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! Anakin has talked a lot about you.” Both you and Obi Wan furrow your brows at the mention of Anakin speaking of you. Padme is quick to notice this and corrects herself, “I mean of what he’s mentioned to me about you today. Right, Ani?” She validates.

“Yeah, only good things though.” He testified, avoiding your gaze. It was weird that he was mentioning you to his pregnant wife, what was there to talk about? Not to mention the fact that he had been avoiding your presence for months now.

You squinted your eyes at him, “I could only hope so, seeing as though we haven’t spoken in awhile.” you accused. What in the world is he up to now?

You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to come up with a comeback, before he can utter a word, he’s interrupted by Padme.

“C’mon, let’s go to your room and get you changed.” Once again, you furrow your brows.

“Changed, what do you mean changed?” You ask her.

“What, did you think I’d just let you roam around the ball in those ugly Jedi robes? Come, I’ll let you borrow one of my dresses.” She drags you away by the arm, Anakin and Obi Wan shouting at her. Something about Jedi robes not being ugly, you couldn’t really hear with Padme’s giggles silencing them. Kaytee let’s out a giggle of her own as she follows you, Artoo’s personality rubbing off on her.

Padmé all but practically throws you onto your bed as she ushers one of her handmaidens, Teckla, to bring the dresses into your room. Teckla wheels in a rack filled with elegant looking dresses, along with a bunch of different heels. All looking like they could snap your ankle in half if you walked the wrong way. The first dress she hands you is body conforming up until it reaches your knees, from there it fans out creating a mermaid gown effect. While the dress itself was very beautiful, you thought of it to be too plain for an event like this. You and Padme both share a look before agreeing that this was in fact not the dress.

However, the next dress she hands you is a proper ball gown. You slip it on, taken aback by how heavy the dress was. She walks up behind you to tighten the corset of the gown. She does her best to tighten it up without hurting you, but you can’t help let out a wheeze as she gets closer to tying it off.

“Sorry, as much as I love this dress, I also hate it. I’m so glad I’m pregnant so I don’t have to feel it stabbing me at every given chance.” She said, breaking the silence.

“How many months are you?” You asked.

“I’m six months along now, almost seven.” She finishes tying up the corset before stepping aside. “What do you think?”

“Well, it certainly is fit for an event like this and I do think it’s beautiful. But it’s crushing me with every breath I take. I feel like if I sit down, I won’t be able to get back up.”

“Right, well I can fix that.” This time she takes her time picking out the next dress. She lets her fingers brush across the different fabrics, stopping at one that caught her eye. “Here, try this one!” She suggests. By the look on her face, you can already tell that this is the one. The dress is flowy and soft looking. You step into the dress, pleased to find yourself correct. It feels like you have nothing on. Padme helps you zip the dress up, along with clasping together the leather pieces. The light blue tulle layered over the dark blue, almost purple material complimented your skin tone. The dress had a deep v-neck, showing off your cleavage. Right below your collarbone laid a strap of leather, connecting to either side of your thick shoulder straps. From those straps, a thin piece of tulle was stitched on, giving you two separate mini capes for your arms. Aside from a strap of leather covering your spine, the dress is completely backless. It feels like you could go frolicking in this dress. Who am I kidding, Padme probably went frolicking in this dress with Anakin.

“So, what do you think?” Her tone is hushed, as if she was trying to figure out whether you hated or loved the dress.

“It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” You respond. “Kaytee, what do you reckon?” The droid let’s out a series of delights beeps, showing her contentment towards the dress.

“Great!” Padmé says before ushering you into a chair. “Now, we're going to do your hair and makeup. So sit still.” For once in your life, you shut up and sit still, allowing Padme to work her magic.

“Do you know the gender?” You asked, your question breaking the silence, and while the atmosphere wasn’t exactly awkward, it wasn’t comfortable either.

“Oh no, I’d rather not. It’s not like it matters to me anyways. As long as my child is happy and healthy, then so am I. But it’s ironic because I haven’t been to a check up yet.” Padme gently pulls your hair back, leaving two pieces in the front to frame your face. It was simple, not taking any attention away from the dress.

No check up? Maybe that’s why Padme didn’t know she was having twins. “So you haven’t seen a doctor or a medical droid yet?” Your eyes follow her as she pulls makeup out of her bag, her collection vast.

“No, not really. I don’t have very much time to myself due to the fact that I’m a part of the senate. But I do my best to make sure I stay healthy for my baby and me. I also just want it to be a surprise.” Padme finds a foundation shade similar to your skin tone and blends it in.

“What if you have twins? What will you do then?” You probably weren’t supposed to be asking her questions like these, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe you should’ve asked why she had so much makeup instead.

“Well..” She sighed while blotting powder all over your face. “..I suppose if it happens, then it happens. It’s the will of the force.” She finishes powdering your face before moving to your eyebrows. Padme takes an angled brow brush and begins to fill them in, giving it a naturally fuller look.

“So, you believe in the force?”

“How could I not? I work so closely with the Jedi, I’ve seen what you guys have done. The father is very close friends with the Jedi.” Padme said, implying that the father was in fact a Jedi. It felt like you were intruding, but then again, you weren’t necessarily forcing her to tell you this. You had only met her moments ago and she already trusted you enough with her secrets.

“Really? I thought the Jedi weren’t allowed to form attachments?”

“Oh… we weren’t really together. It was sort of a one night thing. But he’s going to be in the child’s life.” She covered up.

The conversation went on like that for a while before Padme announced that she was finished with you. After finishing your makeup and adding some finishing touches to your hair, she finally stepped aside, letting you see yourself in the mirror.

The second you saw yourself, your mouth fell open in shock. You looked absolutely ethereal. Padme kept your makeup very natural to bring out your features. She also added small, white flowers into your hair. You excitedly thanked her and got up to hug her as a way to show your gratitude.

“Shall we get going now?” She offered

“Oh, if it was alright with you, I was going to stay behind. I have to contact somebody.” You asked

“Of course, I’ll see you later then.” She said before gathering all of her belongings and leaving with Teckla. As Padme arrives, Anakin notices that you weren’t with her.

“Where’s Alyra?” He asked her, eager to see what she would look like out of her Jedi robes.

“She said she had to talk to someone.”

Meanwhile, in your room you were getting ready to call Peter. Honestly, you had no idea if you had connection on Onderon, but you were about to find out. Taking off your necklace, you were pleased to see the green light, indicating that you were indeed connected to the bridge. You scroll through your contacts before finding Peter’s name. You hit the dial button and wait for it to connect.

E A R T H

Peter is sleeping when he gets a call, the bracelet on his left hand vibrating. He thinks nothing of it and almost declines the call. That is until he realizes it’s you calling on the bracelet he had designated just for you. He jumps up from his sleeping position and quickly answers your call. Peter can’t help but let out a gasp of awe the very second your face pops onto the hologram.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You move closer towards the camera and inspect your face, only to find no flaws.

“Nothing...it’s just been so long since I’ve seen you like this.”

“Like what?” Your eyebrows scrunch together, the confusion clear on your face.

“All… dolled up.” Peter’s response makes your face blush a hot red. You let out a shy laugh as your hand comes to rest at the back of your neck. He was right, it had been so long since you’ve felt this pretty. It felt good, for once you had felt good.

“Thanks, Pete. It feels good to be in something other than Jedi robes.”

“Not that I’m saying you can’t be dressed up like this, but exactly why are you so dressed up?” He pondered, he knew it wasn’t like the Jedi to go about their duties in exquisite gowns.

“I’m actually on Onderon.” You pan the camera towards the view outside of your window. “The Jedi have invited me to a celebration of Onderon’s liberation. But also in memory of Steela I believe. I really wish you were here with me. I still don’t understand why they couldn’t have sent both of us.”

“I miss you too, but you know I have a duty here on Earth.”

“Duty? So did I Peter!”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. With me being Spiderman-”

“It’s not like they don’t have any other superheroes. I mean come on, admit it! You know more about Star Wars than I possibly could. You should be here with me.” You huff out before changing the subject, “Anyways, how are you? Did you end up fixing things with MJ?”

“I’m fine, but no, we didn’t. We both agreed that we’d be better off as friends. Besides I’ve already moved on.” He confessed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. It’s now or never Peter, you’ve gotta tell her.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your split. But hopefully you and this new person will work out-”

“It’s you.” He says, abruptly cutting you off. Peter watches you tilt your head as your brows scrunch together again.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s you,” He repeats, taking a deep breath before speaking again, “It’s always been you. I didn’t realize it until you had left… I didn’t think I could miss someone so much.”

“Peter…. I don’t know what to say.” You uttered out,

“Please, say something- anything.” He begged, hoping he hadn’t just ruined years of friendship. Peter watches as you open and close your mouth, searching for the right words.

“...I can’t.” You say as you shake your head. “I can’t be with you, Peter.”

“Why? Is it because of my age? Come on, Y/N, I’m only two years younger than you.” He pleads

“It’s not that. You’re just not the right person for me, Peter. I know it in my very soul.”

“Oh yeah? And who is, Anakin?” He taunts, he can feel his eyes water as he watches you look away from him. “No freakin’ way. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Peter lets out a scoff.

“You’ve got to understand Pete, I love him. I really do.”

“NO! You don’t love him. You’re just obsessed with him. You think you can save him but you can’t! No one can! You can’t change his destiny.”

“What do you even know about love? You can’t tell me who I can and can’t love. It doesn’t work like that. You know nothing about it-”

“I LOVE YOU!” He screams, breaking the silence in his Queen’s apartment, surely waking up May. “Why isn’t that enough?” Peter watches as tears slowly stream down your face as he lets out a few of his own.

“I’ve got to see this out until the end, you know that Peter...I could only wish that it was enough, but it’s not. You’re like a brother to me, don’t do this to me. To our friendship...I’ve got to go now.”

“No, you don’t get to leave again-”

“I’m sorry, goodbye, Peter.” You end the call and Peter is left staring at the wall, mouth hung open in shock. He couldn’t believe this just happened to him. He faintly makes out the sound of Aunt May knocking on his door.

Without waiting for a response, she cracks open his door. She takes notice of the tears falling off of his face and closes her mouth. Aunt May is silent as she makes her way across his room, holding her arms out for him. Peter gratuitously accepts her embrace, his sobs muffled by her clothes.

No words are spoken as Peter cries his heart out, never in a million years did he think you’d be the one to break him.

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Daminette Soulmate AU - Idea/Prompt?

Yes, I know that not everyone likes Daminette in the fandom, mostly because they don’t like Damian, or crossovers, or the salt that generally comes with these fics (though I plan to keep this salt free). Which is fair.

But Daminette Soulmate fics tend to have similar starts to explaining the specific soulmate type that Damian and Marinette have that is so rare seemingly no one else has it. This is a twist on that.

The “ultra-rare” versions that I’ve seen picked are always something kind of dramatic, I guess? Swapping bodies for a period of time as an example. And sure something like that does fulfill the general understanding that the League of Assassins might not look favourably on soulmates, as Damian wouldn’t want to have a physical mark if you’re going down that route.

But I saw a Soulmate prompt that’s far subtler and kind of perfect if you’re the kind of writer who likes to play things for comedy purposes. I can’t remember the exact wording, but it goes something like:

Everything you can do, your soulmate can also.

This would go someway into explaining how Marinette can just become a superhero in minutes, what with the necessary fighting skills and battle strategy. Sure her mother was introduced as being a trained martial artist in Troublemaker but there’s no evidence that she did teach Marinette - she’s only now learning Mandarin after all (though Marinette probably would know Mandarin since it’s likely one of the languages that Damian speaks: little baby Marinette speaking random Arabic) Not to mention the idea that Ra’s and Talia accidentally taught a random French-Chinese infant how to be an assassin with no knowledge they were doing it.

Damian has mentioned a lot about the things he can do beyond fighting and language skills of course. Like being able to drive by the age of ten, hacking into NASA at six and finding it easy, he’s mentioned that he could have had a Geometry Degree (by what 13?) had his mother not killed his tutor. He’s a great artist, and he’s also able to perform magic (which he doesn’t persue despite his interest in doing so).

Of course the art and the magic could be explained in this AU as having come from Marinette. And his training and tutoring both goes some way to explaining why Marinette is almost two years younger than some of her classmates (Alix, Adrien, and Nathaniel have their 15th birthdays while Marinette is thirteen though she gets her 14th towards the end of the school year, the last timeline I saw had Befana placed in June) as well as the aforementioned fighting skill.

(When it comes to the fighting aspect of MLB I’m acknowledging that we’ve actually seen Gabriel teaching Adrien Kung Fu (?) in the Felix episode, as well as his Fencing skill. NOT writing him off completely)

But with Damian, imagine he’s now at the Manor and things have settled down into the fanon batfamily dynamic (canon batfamily has no place here and DC fans on this site have accepted that) and all of a sudden they find out that Damian can bake. Their reaction to that has nothing on finding out that Damian can make his own clothes. Of course Damian being Damian doesn’t mention not knowing where these skills came from to his family members because he already thinks it’s weird. He’s definitely not mentioning it to them after he’s convinced into playing Mecha Strike V with his siblings - the first time he’s even played a video game - and just trounces them all.

Marinette doesn’t get the luxury of being able to explain away her quirks to her family though since she’s raised by them. I’m entertaining the idea that neither Tom or Sabine actually know for sure that it’s a soulmate bond giving M the weirdest skills (though she’s never been raised to think that violence is the answer so they’re probably not as worried as they should be). Perhaps though, the closest they got to being told was a conversation with Andre the Ice-Cream man, whose advice they disregarded because he’s an ice-cream man. So Marinette definitely doesn’t know that this is abnormal.

Until, she’s in the middle of a fight as Ladybug and her miraculous starts beeping despite Lucky Charm not being called because Damian called it by accident.

He could have:

a) actually needed whatever the miraculous gave him at the time, or

b) been in an argument with a sibling about cereal (since Lucky Charms is an American brand of cereal)

Tikki tells Marinette what’s up, to her anger and frustration (and also giddiness because she’d thought she never had a soulmate - a topic that Chloé definitely bullied her on as children and Lila probably can’t comment on without the class getting defensive because of said history on the topic - and it turns out she does.)

A magic user on the League, or Wonder Woman, tells Batman. Who immediately tries to figure out who Ladybug is (this isn’t a JLA ignored Paris�� call for help fic since it plays with both LB and CN being more capable then one would assume - the miraculouses do balance each other whether you like the Love Square ship or not, and it’s not like Adrien isn’t the child of a supervillain being trained by said supervillain, I’m whether he knows it or not) only for the magic to stop him. But Damian might know.

And if Damian does know you have to entertain the thought that he also knows the rest of the Miraculous Team barring Chat Noir. Just imagine for a minute the rage he would have over his soulmate apparently not knowing who her partner in the field is. The fact that Marinette doesn’t know the identities of everyone in the Justice League until they’re standing right in from of her can be explained as her having no interest whatsoever in finding out who they are. Which would be an interesting way of showing that just because they’ve got the same skills that does not mean they’re the same people.

#dc #mlb #miraculous ladybug #crossover #daminette #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #robin #ladybug #soulmate #soulmate au #prompt

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