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I put it all in one post to make it easier to read since people seemed to really like the necromancer turns Taako into a thrall story. Enjoy! Please spread it around so people can see the full work!
He was never tricked more than once, but that one time was enough.
Taako’s ears perked up at a knock at the door, and he stretched before going to answer.
“If you’re selling dwarf-scout cookies, lemme tell you right now, the answer is yes give me ten boxes,” he said as he opened the door. However it was not a dwarf scout at the door but a filthy half-elf child illuminated by a dramatic flash of lightening as a thunderstorm raged outside.
The child was gripping at a bloodied arm, and practically fell into Taako’s lap as he bent down to help the child.
“Are you okay? What happened?” Taako tried to help the child up, but she was like a rag doll in his arms.
“It’s chasing me…please…” the girl sobbed, pointing backwards at a large wolf, licking its lips and snarling. Taako reached for the emergency wand he kept in his boot and approached the beast, wishing Magnus “animal proficiency” Burnsides was there.
Okay I’m actually really proud of this fic please read, reblog, and review!
Angus loved Taako, every weird bit of him.
He was definitely weird, the elf was just a walking
collection of eccentrics. Of course, as a detective, Angus was able to find a
reason for each and every one of them.
“That’s alright, sir, I’m full,” Angus said, putting his
hands up as Taako approached his plate with the pot. Taako scoffed and loaded
Angus’s plate up with more seconds than the small boy could ever eat.
“You’re too small just eat it, squirt,” he said as he walked
back into the kitchen.
He was always like that when it came to feeding Angus,
slipping the kid extra cookies and making sure he had a big lunch to take to
school with him.
THE CLUES:
-Taako likes to make sure everyone in his life, especially me,
has enough to eat
-Taako keeps a hoard of snacks under his bed
-Taako eats till his plate is clean
-Miss Lup says her and Taako never got enough to eat as kids
THE SOLUTION:
-Taako starved as a kid and has been paranoid about food and
others starving ever since
Taako didn’t just slip Angus cookies. He was also loose
about the liquor cabinet.
“You want soda or beer, sweetie?”
“I’m only ten, sir?”
“Better to learn young so you can get the taste for it,”
Taako said uncapping the bottle.
During New Year’s Taako had let Angus have a sip of his
champagne, and had earned a through scolding from the director for it.
THE CLUES:
-Taako gives me alcohol even though I’m only 10 11
-Taako swears around me a lot
-Taako raised himself
THE SOLUTION:
-Taako’s never followed a rule in his life, and doesn’t see
why I should have to
Once Angus had gotten up for a glass of water in the middle
of the night and found Taako crying in the living room. Once Taako realized
Angus was there he’d cast a glamour on himself to erase any signs of crying and
greeted the kid with a snappy: “shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“Are you alright sir?”
“None of your business, twerp, go back to bed, jeez Louise.”
THE CLUES:
-Taako cries a lot at night
-He always cries in the living room, bathroom, or kitchen
THE SOLUTION:
-Taako doesn’t want me or Kravitz to see him crying
Living with Taako and Kravitz had taught Angus a lot about
love and being in a relationship. For example, one night they were walking home
from the best pizza place in town, Taako had been very drunk at the moment, and
had been the one to insist on going out to pizza in the first place. All three
walked down the street munching on their slices when Taako paused and looked
Kravitz dead in the eyes.
“Babe. Baaabe. You wanna know how much I love you?”
“Okay?”
“You see this pizza? This is the best pizza in the goddamn world.” Taako shook the slice in
Kravitz’s face. “But for you, for you Kravitz, I would throw this bitch right
on the ground. I would do that for you!”
Taako had then thrown the pizza onto the ground.
“Do you want me to buy you another slice?” Kravitz had said
once he finished laughing and kissing Taako.
“….yes, please. I still love you more than pizza! I just-“
“Love pizza very much, I know, dear.”
As they waited for Kravitz to come back with his new slice,
Taako picked up the street slice and started feeding it to some nearby racoons
(ANGUS WE CAN’T LET FOOD GO TO WASTE).
“I’m glad you took us out for pizza, sir!” Angus said.
Kravitz had asked him to keep an eye on the drunk elf while he was gone, and he
was taking his job very seriously and making sure Taako didn’t put his hands
too close to the racoon’s teeth.
“S’lonely,” Taako sniffed. “Needed someone to get pizza
with.”
“What was that sir?”
“I was lonely, Ango. I get lonely a lot. A looooot.”
Taako slumped over, sitting with his back to a building.
Angus sat down next to him and Taako lay his head on the boy’s shoulder.
“I’m not a good…” he hiccupped. “M’not a good person, Ango
McDango. “Dunno why Kravitz hangs out with me….or you…”
“One fresh slice of pizza, please try not to drop it to
prove your love,” Kravitz said, returning that very moment.
“Gimme!” Taako made grabby hands and snatched the pizza away
from Kravitz, chowing down with all sadness forgotten.
“I love you, silly man,” Kravitz laughed, pressing a kiss
into Taako’s hair.
“I love ya too, I love you more than pizza, ‘n the moon, n’
magic n’….” the list continued.
THE CLUES:
-Taako is lonely and thinks he’s bad
-Taako gets drunk a lot
-Taako doesn’t like to be alone while he’s drunk
THE SOLUTION:
Angus crept into Taako and Kravitz’s room, breakfast tray
clutched carefully in his hands. He’d followed one of Taako’s recipes for
cinnamon walnut pancakes and had tried to throw together a decent mimosa (which
he tried just one sip from to make sure he got it right! Cause he’s still a
little boy!).
He set the tray on the bed. “Good morning sirs!”
“Mmm…good morning, Angus,” Kravitz yawned. “What’s all this?”
Taako rubbed his eyes and looked down at the tray. “Hot shit
Angus you got ‘em just right, nice job little dude.” He ruffled the boy’s hair.
Kravitz and Taako exchanged a surprised look for what seemed
like an eternity. Then suddenly Taako burst into tears and pulled Angus into a
hug, almost knocking over the tray (Kravitz saved it with his quick reflexes
before joining in on the hug)
It’s here! After a year and a half of hard work, we are both so excited to finally share our film with you. Thank you all for your support and encouragement - this film means the world to us, and your kindness and enthusiasm has made this journey all the more meaningful. It is our great pleasure to share with you this labor of love, and we hope with all our hearts that you enjoy watching it as much as we did making it.
so if there’s one single trope i’m always down to fight it’s the animal bride (folklore motif 402??) which a lot of you are probably familiar with as the selkie - the fisherman either falls in love, steals her skin to trap her on land/gain power over her, or they fall in love and THEN he steals her skin to keep her from leaving, and either way she spends a lot of time gazing sadly out to sea and then she or her child finds the skin and never returns again. and that’s awful on a whole lot of levels - it’s not love, it’s control.
BUT. but the thing is. you how selkies/seal women was a pretty common variation of this? another really popular one was swans.
i just want you to think about that for a moment. swans. like…I get it, they’re pretty, graceful birds, certainly it’s easy to imagine them magically becoming pretty graceful ladies? but have you ever fought a swan. swans are awful. swans are the devil’s geese. imagine seeing a pretty magic lady and being absolutely enchanted by her, and stealing her magic feather cloak, and then you go up and say ‘hey i’m in love with you, let me make you my queen, it will be great, we’ll be so happy’ and she just looks at you for a moment and…
you know i was going to say maybe she just shouts for her sisters and suddenly you’rerealizing you’ve made a terrible terrible mistake bc you’re surrounded by big fucking birds who are all hissing. but honestly if this swan lady is as aggressively down to brawl as any other generally unhappy swan, then she’d straight up fuck you up on her own. she’d just deck you roundhouse, honestly. you don’t fuck with swans. why does this trope exist
okay but consider this: a woman walks to the park every day and feeds the swans and watches them paddle gracefully around the lake, sighing to see how beautifully they swim.
finally one day, a swan comes up to her and says ‘why don’t you come and swim with us? you always sigh so wistfully to see us on the water, and you would be most welcome to join our company, for you have always been a true friend to our kind’
and the woman says, ‘i can’t swim’
and the swan says, ‘we’ll teach you’
and the woman says, ‘literally i can’t swim, my husband stole my sealskin and should i venture into deep water i would surely drown’
and the swan says ‘your husband fucking WHAT’
the next morning the woman’s front yard looks like this.
and neither the woman nor her husband are ever heard from again, though for very different reasons.
The fisherman’s wife was soft-spoken and rarely looked up. When she walked, it was with small, unsteady steps, as if every singe pace hurt her feet. No shoe made by any mortal cobbler suited her, and she protected her feet with sheepskin and birch bark.
Children mocked her, and called her “Strangewife”. And her husband drubbed them for it.
She paid them no heed.
All she did, it seemed to the rest of the village, was go to the lake and feed the swans. She would sit by the shore, hour upon hour, from dawn til dusk, watching their graceful paths with longing eyes.
And in the rain, she would weep as she handed pieces of bread to the swans.
On one day, as the sky darkened, the Queen of the Swans came to her and whispered, “Come swim with us, we will cheer your sorrows.”
“I cannot,” said the Strangewife, and turned away for her home.
On the second day, the Queen of the Swans did not wait for evening. She came straight to the Strangewife and whispered, “Come swim with us, you have nothing to fear from our kind.”
“I cannot. I can not swim. I will surely drown.”
And just as the Queen of the Swans was about to object, the Strangewife threw the rest of her bread in a scatter and ran as fast as she was able, sobbing all the way.
Yet, on the third day, she was back. The Queen of the Swans laid her head in the Strangewife’s lap and whispered, “I am sorry I upset you. We can teach you to swim. We will not let you drown.”
“I cannot,” said the Strangewife. “And you cannot. For my husband stole and hid my sealskin. If I venture into deep water, I will die.”
The Queen of the Swans felt a great fury rising inside her, but knew better than to yell near the poor Strangewife. She had enough sorrows. “Selkie woman, much wronged,” she whispered, “Leave you a trail of bread behind you as you go to the fisherman’s house. We will take care of the rest.”
For the first time since anyone could remember, the Strangewife smiled.
She did as she was told, and the Queen of the Swans and all her subjects followed the trail all the way to the fisherman’s home.
Dawn came, and swans covered the ground, the roof, and the boat like snow. They blocked the doors and the windows.
You may know, my dearies, that swans sing a lovely song when they are about to die. What you may not know is that, while they live, a swan has a terrible, terrifying voice should they speak above a whisper.
Imagine, if you will, a thousand and more swans, more than you could count, with their voices raised in one will.
“FISHERMAN! WHERE IS YOUR WIFE’S SEALSKIN?”
Some say he gave it willingly. Some say he tried to fight. Some say that the swans found it by themselves. Nobody knows for certain. The fisherman could not tell it, there was no trace of him to be found. The Strangewife could not tell it, for she took back her sealskin and vanished. And the swans will not tell it. They keep their secrets well.
But if you find the little village where no fisherman dares take a Selkie’s skin, nor comes near a swan for fear of his life… there, in a lake, you may see a seal swimming happily with the Queen of the Swans.
After almost 10 months of solid work, I am delighted to present my Undertale Anniversary animation. Alphys and Undyne meet for the first time! Please enjoy and share if you can!
ohhhh my god, i hope you don’t mind me commenting? i feel it’d be better if i put it here than my tags, but there’s SO MUCH TO LOVE IN THIS!!! this is so beautiful and amazing!! i can’t express how much i love it! the details of alphys’s nervousness like her eye movements and twirling her fingers, undyne having one eye, the way the characters move express real emotion! the voice acting was incredible! i love how alphys’s stuttering sounded so natural and the power you can hear in undyne’s voice. the way alphys described what she thought was at the bottom!!! god it’s so subtle yet scary. i love this! it deserves a lot of love and appreciation, esp with how long this took to make! good fucking job op!
(( You did say to stop the promptspam when you hit like 70, I think the plan was to try and keep things at a steady level of around 20 instead of spamming all at once and then waiting for things to drop off ))
