- Location
- Australia
Bloodborne? Found the orphan before anything bad could happen?A/N: GUESS THAT CROSSOVER!
Circles Within Circles [compilation thread]
- Thread starter ensou
- Start date
Zedman7054
Eternally 3rd
- Location
- United States
A/N: GUESS THAT CROSSOVER!
My first guess was going to be some magical girl crossover, but my knowledge of such things is lacking.
My first thought however was 'Dead giant fish thing = Death Stranding?'
Kemayo
A Certain Cheerful Tone Of Voice
- Location
- Missouri
...Ponyo. 🤩A/N: GUESS THAT CROSSOVER!
- Location
- Hiding
Ponyo!
…I thought of it before I read this comment!
- Location
- parker colorado
So I never watched the movie myself, but I watched a youtube video a few days ago ranking all studio gilbli's movies.
- Location
- Finland
Don't know if it has a shorter name, but this is Ano Hito no I ni wa Boku ga Tarinai crossover.
Be prepared for cute eldritch beings that might have to take bites out of not so cute eldritch beings when they misbehave.
This list might include beings such as Crawler, Siberian, Shards and... you know what, basically anything that Sachi can bite.
Be prepared for cute eldritch beings that might have to take bites out of not so cute eldritch beings when they misbehave.
This list might include beings such as Crawler, Siberian, Shards and... you know what, basically anything that Sachi can bite.
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ensou
Magical G̶i̶r̶l̶ Servant Mordred-chan
- Location
- NEW YORK CITY!??
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Nope.
I've never actually got into Bloodborne that much, so unfortunately no.
LOL. I know even less about Death Stranding than I do Bloodborne, other than the fact it's a video game, so something to look into.
I wish. XD Ponyo was my first real Ghibli film and I've always loved it since.
WE HAVE A WINNER!
It is indeed "Her Appetite's Too Big For Me Alone".
I had the mental image of Taylor carrying Sachi around as a smol whalefish after her mother's death, and it was too cute not to try. There's an alt-power Taylor over on SB that has Taylor become a Vagrant (Sangleic), but I always liked the stories where it's not necessarily the main character who is the amazing weird one but instead they simply get dragged into all the adventures (Yumekui Merry, Nazo no Kanojo X, etc.)
Buried But Breathing - Prologue
ensou
Magical G̶i̶r̶l̶ Servant Mordred-chan
- Location
- NEW YORK CITY!??
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The ground beneath her foot shifts, bits of crumbling rock bouncing and tumbling away, clacking down the steep mountainside drop before her footing regains its steadiness.
Another step, more careful this time, and she's once more on her way down the mountain, down the weather-worn, plasma-bolt-pocked, practically nonexistent path. Or at least, what might once have been a path, centuries, perhaps even a millennium before. Now it's barely wider than her feet.
Her hands trail along the rough rock at her side, both to steady her and to grab on at the slightest sign of her position suddenly shifting. Thinly armored gloves are all that's between her fingers and the sharp stone. Honestly, though, she prefers the tactility over thick protection.
Grey clouds hang overhead like an over-fluffed blanket. She's half-surprised it's not snowing yet. Everything is in a liminal space: the air cold and wet but nothing falling, the mountain that she descends jutting up into the sky so that she feels like she's walking an invisible border…
The uncertainty of what she's doing now, unable to truly move forward, but unwilling to step back and lose herself to the past (again).
The familiar whir of her Ghost comes from behind her head, but it's a sound she's long grown used to by now, and she doesn't let her attention waver as she continues her slow trek down.
"Maybe it's for the best we're heading back, you know?" the Ghost offers.
She doesn't respond, instead focusing on where the thin rubber treads on feet should go next so that she doesn't tumble down like those rocks. It might be the fastest way down, but coming back from a broken neck is always a little uncomfortable, however much the Ghosts say she shouldn't even be able to tell.
Even in her old life that kind of wound would have presented more of a challenge than usual.
The European Dead Zone, she has concluded, has a very accurate name. It is dead, and it contains dead things.
The irony that she is both one of these dead things (and has been for a very, very long time) and originally from the area is not lost on her. It is a multi-leveled joke where she is the punchline. And boy does she feel that more than ever right now.
The trip down takes hours, but she doesn't mind. The truth of the matter is that she could have had her ship fly by the peak and transmat her up, but she wanted the time to think.
"We're going to the City."
"Really!? Really, really?"
She hums a confirmation, and the small drone takes off, doing whirls and spins in the air.
It's something she's been thinking about for weeks now, years really. She's stayed away out of preference, out of avoidance of getting dragged back into the morass, but as much as she enjoys the solitude, she needs something to remind her why she's doing this.
She hasn't lost hope or anything. Hasn't lost the drive. Hasn't lost the aching void that she feels with every moment, every memory she makes on her own.
But it's been fifty years, by now.
That's long enough.
Hours of hiking bring her to a clearing, at the center of which stands a single stone, and she places the twined circle of honeysuckle, marigold, and rosemary she'd collected along the way on top. Her fingers brush the letters she'd carved into the stone herself, and then drop.
This will be the last time, before she finds her.
A ship drops out of the sky, bursting through the clouds before skimming over the trees. The woman dissolves into light as it passes overhead, leaving only wisps that seem to reach out again and trace the letters on their own.
L.H.
A/N: Welcome back to my freshly-squeezed brain, it's me, ensou, your friendly neighborhood ghost-writer girl. Posting because I need to fucking post even if this is less than 1k eugh.
Blame @Magery for this one, completely and utterly, as well as the attempt I'm going to make at updating my [arguably] worst story of all time: Crimson. :V
This is inspired by/based on a certain exotic armorpiece that I literally love to death, pun completely intended. It's pretty much all I run in PvP, and it's extra stylish. Details behind the spoiler because spoilers, duh. By far one of my favorite lore pieces in the entire game though, right next to Sjur and Mara being useless gay idiots in spacesuits.
I like to think that every time I use them I'm helping, mostly because I'm a romantic sap.
Another step, more careful this time, and she's once more on her way down the mountain, down the weather-worn, plasma-bolt-pocked, practically nonexistent path. Or at least, what might once have been a path, centuries, perhaps even a millennium before. Now it's barely wider than her feet.
Her hands trail along the rough rock at her side, both to steady her and to grab on at the slightest sign of her position suddenly shifting. Thinly armored gloves are all that's between her fingers and the sharp stone. Honestly, though, she prefers the tactility over thick protection.
Grey clouds hang overhead like an over-fluffed blanket. She's half-surprised it's not snowing yet. Everything is in a liminal space: the air cold and wet but nothing falling, the mountain that she descends jutting up into the sky so that she feels like she's walking an invisible border…
The uncertainty of what she's doing now, unable to truly move forward, but unwilling to step back and lose herself to the past (again).
The familiar whir of her Ghost comes from behind her head, but it's a sound she's long grown used to by now, and she doesn't let her attention waver as she continues her slow trek down.
"Maybe it's for the best we're heading back, you know?" the Ghost offers.
She doesn't respond, instead focusing on where the thin rubber treads on feet should go next so that she doesn't tumble down like those rocks. It might be the fastest way down, but coming back from a broken neck is always a little uncomfortable, however much the Ghosts say she shouldn't even be able to tell.
Even in her old life that kind of wound would have presented more of a challenge than usual.
The European Dead Zone, she has concluded, has a very accurate name. It is dead, and it contains dead things.
The irony that she is both one of these dead things (and has been for a very, very long time) and originally from the area is not lost on her. It is a multi-leveled joke where she is the punchline. And boy does she feel that more than ever right now.
The trip down takes hours, but she doesn't mind. The truth of the matter is that she could have had her ship fly by the peak and transmat her up, but she wanted the time to think.
"We're going to the City."
"Really!? Really, really?"
She hums a confirmation, and the small drone takes off, doing whirls and spins in the air.
It's something she's been thinking about for weeks now, years really. She's stayed away out of preference, out of avoidance of getting dragged back into the morass, but as much as she enjoys the solitude, she needs something to remind her why she's doing this.
She hasn't lost hope or anything. Hasn't lost the drive. Hasn't lost the aching void that she feels with every moment, every memory she makes on her own.
But it's been fifty years, by now.
That's long enough.
Hours of hiking bring her to a clearing, at the center of which stands a single stone, and she places the twined circle of honeysuckle, marigold, and rosemary she'd collected along the way on top. Her fingers brush the letters she'd carved into the stone herself, and then drop.
This will be the last time, before she finds her.
A ship drops out of the sky, bursting through the clouds before skimming over the trees. The woman dissolves into light as it passes overhead, leaving only wisps that seem to reach out again and trace the letters on their own.
L.H.
A/N: Welcome back to my freshly-squeezed brain, it's me, ensou, your friendly neighborhood ghost-writer girl. Posting because I need to fucking post even if this is less than 1k eugh.
Blame @Magery for this one, completely and utterly, as well as the attempt I'm going to make at updating my [arguably] worst story of all time: Crimson. :V
This is inspired by/based on a certain exotic armorpiece that I literally love to death, pun completely intended. It's pretty much all I run in PvP, and it's extra stylish. Details behind the spoiler because spoilers, duh. By far one of my favorite lore pieces in the entire game though, right next to Sjur and Mara being useless gay idiots in spacesuits.
Karnstein Armlets
As you test the armlet, a regal voice sounds in your mind.
"Listen! I am a Hunter, like you, and I made this armlet to help you in your hunts. Will you help me in mine?
"I remember a woman from my first life. I remember she was mine, my love, my wife. And I was hers, her love, her wife. I remember nothing else except the hole in my heart. I live in hope that she, too, has been reincarnated somewhere on this new Earth.
"I built this armlet with a neuromech trawl. It will scour whatever mind it touches, flesh or machine, for any hint of my beloved. The trawl will drink power to feed you. And if anyone you touch has seen my wife, the trawl will know. If, only and ever if, I have remembered her truly."
As you test the armlet, a regal voice sounds in your mind.
"Listen! I am a Hunter, like you, and I made this armlet to help you in your hunts. Will you help me in mine?
"I remember a woman from my first life. I remember she was mine, my love, my wife. And I was hers, her love, her wife. I remember nothing else except the hole in my heart. I live in hope that she, too, has been reincarnated somewhere on this new Earth.
"I built this armlet with a neuromech trawl. It will scour whatever mind it touches, flesh or machine, for any hint of my beloved. The trawl will drink power to feed you. And if anyone you touch has seen my wife, the trawl will know. If, only and ever if, I have remembered her truly."
I like to think that every time I use them I'm helping, mostly because I'm a romantic sap.
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Good to see you after so long Ensou! Possibly a familiar face to add to This Is Your Only Purpose or Paradoxical? Even if it's not canon it'll be fun to speculate about.
- Location
- Canada
L H? I must know. o_o
- Location
- Australia
Blame @Magery for this one, completely and utterly, as well as the attempt I'm going to make at updating my [arguably] worst story of all time: Crimson.
I accept thanks only in reactions on this post.
Hand them over, citizens, or else the well of inspiration gets it.
cryptoam
building an 1980s encrypted protocol
- Location
- in lockdown waiting and bored...
- Location
- Alberta Canada
I've been wracking my brain trying to remember where this Touhou/Worm fanfic was with only the knowledge that it was in a snippet thread and that the authors stories lean towards femslash. Thank you for posting in this thread, the second I saw the alert I remembered that you wrote it Ensou.
Sylent-M
Be Trans, Take to Heresy
- Pronouns
- Was/Were
I'm pretty sure this is just a pure Destiny snip. The A/N says it's expanding on the lore tab for a piece of exotic equipment.
- Location
- parker colorado
You have returned, Thank you for a new post.
- Location
- Norway
Welcome back. Didn't know you had a snippets thread. Necrofantasia and Composite were nice reads.
More of Taylor slice-of-lifing her way through Gensokyo would be nice, just as a relaxing read. Bit of an "old soldier finds peace" style story before the craziness that is Gensokyo really takes off.
More of Taylor slice-of-lifing her way through Gensokyo would be nice, just as a relaxing read. Bit of an "old soldier finds peace" style story before the craziness that is Gensokyo really takes off.
Sylent-M
Be Trans, Take to Heresy
- Pronouns
- Was/Were
Having done a reread of the thread, I noticed that there's not really any discussion of what youkai!Taylor might be capable of, once she gets to experimenting. I'm going to change that.
Off the bat she gets the basic youkai package of increased strength and durability. Since she's quite powerful both should be high-level, but what exactly that entails isn't particularly clear in the source material. She would likely also get some level of regeneration. Youkai tend to heal quicker if nothing else.
For her personal ability, I believe she's subconsciously restricting herself at the moment. Part of it is that I doubt she's just 'Wriggle, but stronger,' but more importantly she's a youkai based on her own legend. While that does include her insect control as Skitter and Weaver, it also includes her control of people as Khepri. Since that's where most of the fear that powers her stems from, it's unlikely that she lost the ability to control people, so she's probably limiting her power. She may even be capable of controlling youkai that are sufficiently weaker than her. I'd also expect that her range could increase as well, since it's no longer tied to a shard.
Now, the more interesting stuff, magic stemming from her ability. Yuuka says in Ch. 3 that "Symbolism is more important than sensation" and is the basis of all magic. Taylor is able to fly because she controls dragonflies, they're part of her, so she can do anything they can, even with her 'human' body. There's no reason she can't do the same with any other element of her swarm. Her insects alone would give her access to: a variety of materials like silks and toxins, wall crawling ala Spiderman (less helpful since she can fly), a modifier to her strength to lift very large objects like ants do, etc.. Scale that up to people and she should be able to copy any skill/ability they have (unique abilities like Sakuya's time manipulation would probably only be useable while the user is under Taylor's control, capturing Yukari once and getting permanent access to her boundary manipulation, even if she frees her, is a bit too OP). She might also be able to repurpose some of the techniques she came up with. Her swarm clones, since they're 'representations of myself,' could become actual cloned bodies she inhabits/controls. Her swarm speech could receive the same boost, sounding like her actual voice.
Off the bat she gets the basic youkai package of increased strength and durability. Since she's quite powerful both should be high-level, but what exactly that entails isn't particularly clear in the source material. She would likely also get some level of regeneration. Youkai tend to heal quicker if nothing else.
For her personal ability, I believe she's subconsciously restricting herself at the moment. Part of it is that I doubt she's just 'Wriggle, but stronger,' but more importantly she's a youkai based on her own legend. While that does include her insect control as Skitter and Weaver, it also includes her control of people as Khepri. Since that's where most of the fear that powers her stems from, it's unlikely that she lost the ability to control people, so she's probably limiting her power. She may even be capable of controlling youkai that are sufficiently weaker than her. I'd also expect that her range could increase as well, since it's no longer tied to a shard.
Now, the more interesting stuff, magic stemming from her ability. Yuuka says in Ch. 3 that "Symbolism is more important than sensation" and is the basis of all magic. Taylor is able to fly because she controls dragonflies, they're part of her, so she can do anything they can, even with her 'human' body. There's no reason she can't do the same with any other element of her swarm. Her insects alone would give her access to: a variety of materials like silks and toxins, wall crawling ala Spiderman (less helpful since she can fly), a modifier to her strength to lift very large objects like ants do, etc.. Scale that up to people and she should be able to copy any skill/ability they have (unique abilities like Sakuya's time manipulation would probably only be useable while the user is under Taylor's control, capturing Yukari once and getting permanent access to her boundary manipulation, even if she frees her, is a bit too OP). She might also be able to repurpose some of the techniques she came up with. Her swarm clones, since they're 'representations of myself,' could become actual cloned bodies she inhabits/controls. Her swarm speech could receive the same boost, sounding like her actual voice.
Most interesting is her being favourably compared to Yuuka who, powerwise, is known for a few things: High magical/esoteric power, and being a beast when it comes to raw physical strength. Not oni level because those are literally a completely different level, but probably at the top of the pile if you don't count them. Also of note is that both magical and physical power is strongly correlated to age, so that Taylor is this strong as a newborn should be concerning for some people (Yuuka is supposedly very old for what it's worth, even if any more details are unknown).
As for anything else: Touhou is very loose with how it defines powers since they don't particularily matter overly much because of the spellcard rules. Pretty much an possible interpretation of what powers Taylor would have due to her life would be valid as would any range of interpretations of canon character's powers. Like, Reimu's "special power" is floating. She uses it to fly and to selectively remove herself from reality at will. I think the Scarlet Devil mansion is bigger on the inside due to Sakuya fucking about with space thanks to her time powers, since, ya know: Space-time. Might be missremembering or confusing with some fanfic though. And so on for all characters.