NO please this hc is life, no pressure to draw anything. Summer camp aus are my WEAKNESS--with perky lil Sora running around and SOCIALIZING while Riku slinks off to the photo cabin to hide in his darkness. But somehow among all the deep closeup nature photos, every so often, is Sora in sunshine. Idek if they'd know each other first in this AU but I love it thank you ;w;
I l o v e summer camp AUs. I think it’s because I had went on one when I was younger and it was one of my best school memories with my buddies
CAUSE there’s a lot of teamwork bonding and bonding in general in a rustic nature setting with fun activities and a lot of “UGHHhgh my parents forced me to go to heckin’ SUMMER camp” that turns into “I’ve made like eight new best friends and I DREAD going back to civilization”
and with soriku it’s that + “somehow I ended up getting a heckin boyfriend wth did YOU guys do”
I’M GONNA PUT THIS UNDER A CUT SO I CAN RAMBLE AS I PLEASE I GOT A LOT OF FEELS FOR THIS
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Ok so like I enjoy the idea of them knowing each other beforehand, and ALSO them not.
With this AU I’m tempted with the latter because theres a lot of meet-cute situations.
I LOVE THE IDEA OF A PHOTO CABIN. Riku’s forced to join some kind of activity that stems throughout the course of the trip,and he chooses nature photography becuase it seems like the least energy draining and he has a bit of experience with an old camera he experiments with at home. Sora’s face shows up in a lot of group photos because he loves getting in front of a camera with friends. The kid is so photogenic its WEIRD.
There are some points where they’re grouped up for activities, hike buddy, three legged race, capture the flag, fencing, ect.
Initially riku’s hesitant to get along so quickly despite Sora’s attempts. He’s curtly, but politely brushing off any attempts to ingage in active conversation at first. But during one of their activities, they’re both matched in athletic abilities and both show off clever problem solving skills (riku more often, but sora’s incredibly bright, himself, despite coming off as a bit of an airhead) At one point, Riku stops himself from being stubborn with taking initiative in the decision making, and allows himself to trust sora to guide them with a reckless but admittedly smart plan.
They win, and riku commends sora with a thank you and a bit of praise for his efforts (ALBEIT A BIT AWKWARDLY. AS YOU DO) And sora (who is still smiling like a newborn star incarnate because of course he is) happily grabs riku’s hand and tells him they make a good team (ALL SMILES WITH PRETTY BLUE EYES CRINKLING AT THE CORNERS) and then quickly pulls away mumbling an apology about his sweaty hand and riku honest to god SWOONS (he sWEARS it’s from the summer sun but his poor edgy heart is DYING)
THIS IS A THING THAT HAPPENS REGULARLY BUT WITH DIFFERENT CAMP THINGS. Sora gets flustered over riku expertly scaling the rock climbing wall and looks REALLY nice in a ponytail and that harness.
Riku unable to tear his eyes away from how sora’s hair glows in the sun while mapping out a trail.
Their arms and knees brush a couple of times during an outside movie night.
Sneaking off to swim in the lake at dusk and getting told off because the counselors heard them splashing and laughing too loudly.
Fingertips touching while holding onto their shared firefly jar.
FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS WITH VARYING LEVELS OF SKILL. STUFFING EACHOTHERS FACES WITH POORLY MADE S’MORES. SORA WHISPERING “I REALLY LIKE YOU” WHILE THEY WERE ON THEIR BACKS LOOKING UP AT THE STARS, AND “”SUPPOSED”” TO BE LEARNING ABOUT CONSTELLATIONS AND RIKU CANT GET HIMSELF TO SAY ANYTHING BUT HE LINKS THEIR PINKIES. HECKCCKK.
This is an original piece written for the #JustEight prompts that I posted a few days ago. Pure Draft 0/spontaneous writing here... apologies if it’s ridiculous and/or terrible, I’m tired and the weather radio is driving me insane.
Dear Horde,
Look, let's get down to bone tacks, shall we? I hate you. You hate me. But the moon hangs low in the north and the herds of fennybuza have come from the mountains to feed, so it's inevitable. In the next few weeks, the first so-called adventurers from the cities of man will descend upon our valley. As the forty-ninth chief of the Warsorrow line, it has fallen to me yet again to try and defend our lands against the invaders.
First things first, can you slagfraggers stop carrying so much gold onto the battlefield? I don't have time to go through a whole economics lecture for you, but there is one important concept we all must grasp. If we carry gold onto the Plain of Glory, and the humans slay a good number of us (which they probably will, as they have for generations), that gold can be turned into better weapons, stronger armor and curative items. We are quite literally stabbing ourselves in the foot!
Second, let's turn to tactics. Let it be clear, I am not a strategic genius. The Warsorrow Clan inherited the leadership role because of large fists, a proficiency with blunt objects and hygiene practices that might be called cursory at best. However, this blazfarn practice of patiently attacking the adventurers in small groups has to stop. Either we swarm all at once and overwhelm them, or we hold defensible positions. Everything we've been doing clearly hasn't been working.
Okay, I'm tired of being polite. Why in the name of Great Kriwukeg are we jobbing out to the humans every single spring?? It's not like there's a ton of mystery to the way the humans show up. Let's break down their usual forces, shall we?
Sword Guy. Sometimes he's wearing full armor, sometimes he's inexplicably just wearing a loincloth yet his skin is darn near flawless. Sometimes come in Praying Variety, which means they're exceedingly holy when they run us through.
Magic Man. These break down into Helpy and Hurty varieties. Both are annoying. They're usually wearing thin robes that somehow take multiple hits from swords, arrows and even fire. You can often tell them apart, as the Helpy ones usually wear white and object to the whole affair before helping to kill us anyway. The Hurty ones dress in darker colors, wear long beards they're always stroking inscrutably. Sometimes they have weird glossy skullcaps that I do not understand the physics of.
Arrows. Distance attackers who are way better shots than any member of the horde. Most of the time they're going on about communing with nature and feeling the voice of the forest. Usually high as blazfarn, Bows are always surprisingly effective, usually at the most dramatic possible moment.
Sneaky One. Because when you're invading a hostile environment, you need a guy who can pick pockets and sneak around like nobody's business. He's either standoffish and laconic or a quip machine that everyone else wants to chuck in a lava pit. Still usually manages to get in a dramatic strike when all seems lost.
Musicy Type. Whatever you do, when you see a human with a harp, do not take him out. He's probably annoying the adventurers. If you kill him, they will get stronger.
Your first takeaway should be: When an adventurer slams his impossibly large shield to the ground... ignore him and focus all attacks on the members of the party wearing white. There's no point hacking away at the sword people when some cheater in a white robe is undoing all your hard work.
Also, how is it that every year like a thousand horde troops fall to at MOST a half dozen humans? Please explain this to me, since my father is no longer alive to do so. How do they overcome such incredible odds every time? Why? WHY? With enough of our clan swinging a heavy club, we should be winning through pure dumb luck.
Finally, the following individuals are hereby assigned the role of protecting the latrines due to their performance during basic training.
Kigrok Strongscream
Wimivur the Whelming
Glaarub Hangnail
Tregurk Mammothbrow
Aogut Mousefist
Xoilet the Marginally Adequete
In closing, I'd like to remind all of you that I loathe your very existence, and despite the inevitable humiliating defeat of the upcoming raids, I look forward to them for having to see less and less of your inept carcasses. May the Great Vvanu curse you all.
My OC Ben has been deaf since birth :) In his (and my) younger iterations, he was often really shy because of it, but in one story he aged really well with a great support network and became a diplomat of sorts with a best friend-turned-interpreter!
ahhh that’s so sweet! I’m glad he got the opportunity to branch out and grow up with the support of friends :D
my human druid (ikea, the neutral evil but generally okay-intentioned one) lost her leg in a lab accident when she was in grad school and promptly designed and built herself a new one, because she don’t know the meaning of “taking it easy”
I wish there was something I could do to help :< I only met you at AB two years ago for less than 5 minutes, but you seem so nice and I'm sorry all this is happening to you. Let me know if there's anything I could do for you!
I really appreciate you, thank you.
I am sorry I’m so grumpy to peopleEven strong prescription pain meds have stopped taking the edge off