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ducknotinarow · 8 months ago

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[2k3 follow up from the RaphFatal Blow meme ;3; literally from everyone for everyone ;3; Don's there, Casey's there, Von's there, Master Splinter, and I imagine Mikey too so everyone suffers]

Donatello frowned as he looked to his phone, a hand rubbing his throat, feeling a weird lump forming,

"I'm sorry Master Splinter, but I still can't track Raph's Shell-Cell," Don murmured, soon coughing in an attempt to shift whatever was stuck in his throat.

"Well I say we jus' go out there an' fin' him!" Casey spoke up, worry in his voice, "I know Raph's got his moments but this still aint like 'im, I've seen 'im mad he wouldn't jus' ghost us all this bad!"

"I'll have to sit the search out," Don murmured, "Sorry, I think I may be coming down with the flu; I've just felt really tired for once, and had a headache I just can't get rid of, the sore throat isn't helping..." He forced a smile, "Don't worry, I'll do what I can from my lab..."

The soft sound of boots clicking touched the air, as a familiar stranger slowly approached them. Yvonne. She had her head bowed, a solemn look on her face. She had avoided all of them for so long, ever since the blow up from Raphael. The event that led to him disappearing.

Yvonne didn't speak, as she walked passed Casey, Mikey, Don, not saying a word as she approached Master Splinter. It was what she was carrying that revealed why she was here, without a word said. Her voice shook as she did find something to say,

"...I'm sorry sir..."

Her hands trembled, as she held the two Sai, and red mask, out to him; they rested gently in her palms. The usual stone face she wore cracked, she did not hide her tears. Death was an inevitable in life, but it still twisted like a knife. Even when their last moments were an argument, it didn't make it any better.

"I tried to bring him home...I swear I tried..." Yvonne promised Splinter through tears, "I'm so sorry..."

| Continued from [here]

No one was sure what was going on, Casey came to the lair trying to find Raphael which already seemed to settle in worry among the mutants. They had all assumed Raphael had been with Casey this whole time. That was often always the answer, or in the slightest someone would have known about him leaving. He hadn't had any major blow up least from what they could think of. Soon they were all recounting the last time they may had seen Raphael trying to map out the time table and maybe narrow down when exactly the last sighting of Raphael had been. Try and understand if he might be in trouble or not. Everyone seemed to pause and think over the past few days.

Donatello spoke up first, taking a moment because he seemed to be dealing with a headache but was able to recall that Raph and him had spent time together looking at making some upgrades to what they named the shellcycles. Mentioning that they were going to work on them together even. Leo offered if maybe Raph was out scooping for the parts they might need then. Splinter shared in the thought, it was often how Raphael tried to assist Donatello when it came to trying ti lighten the load Donatello bared on to his shoulders so often. Michelangelo spoke up next pointing out he didn't think so because Michelangelo had managed to rope Raphael in to playing a game with him. Even recalled he intercepted Raph when he had left Donatello's lab, literally hooking them by the arm and dragged them to the living room. Splinter did recall the same event playing out though. Raph was grumbling about it but still went along with getting 'forced' into playing with his brother. Michelangelo didn't shy away from even making a mention that he won and beat Raph. And of course mentioned that Raph beat him physically after all his gloating. Leonardo piped in from there because he had pulled them apart.

Leonardo said Raphael seemed upset about something and felt it wasn't just cause of Michelangelo being well Michelangelo . Having offered to help Raph work it out with a sparing session even. Raphael agreed but during the fight Leonardo could just tell it wasn't a usual temper issue. It seemed like Raphael was miles away from everything going on. It was one of the rare times where Raphael seemed to seek Leonardo out for advice. Though it was hard to give with how vague Raphael was being. Just admitting his mind had to much going on in it so Leonardo suggested maybe Raph needed a breather away from the lair. Seemed funny now because Leonardo was often always having to be on their case about going topside. Maybe spend time with Casey even and Raphael seemed to take the suggestion said he would text Casey but wait till it got later.

There Splinter spoke up next. Splinter had mentioned Raphael being in the kitchen he seemed troubled. Not too willing to speak about what exactly had happened. So Splinter offered his son some tea. Hoping it would clam whatever was working through his son’s troubled mind at the time. Raphael did seemed to open up a bit more to confirm that something had been on his mind at the time. They seemed to be more at ease after the one on one time. Raphael had smiled and offered Splinter a word of thanks. Before he told them he was heading out to see Casey. Which is the last anyone could say they had saw him. Casey said they had played around in the snow together.

Something felt off. Splinter couldn't explain it. They all seemed to notice something off with Raphael was it connected? His son was troubled looking for distractions at best. Till they weren't working so he took advice? Which wasn't very much like his son to do in the first place. Splinter was the last of the mutants to speak to him he knew his son looked troubled. What had they talked about Raphael said he felt guilty about a fight he had. But Splinter knew it could been between him and Michelangelo that was a far more usual sibling spat. Didn't seem like it was with Casey either though, they didn't show any sign of that having happened.

"I'm sorry Master Splinter, but I still can't track Raph's Shell-Cell,"

Splinter didn't like the sound of that, something was truly off about this all. Where are you my son, was all he could really think over and over.

"Well I say we jus' go out there an' fin' him!"

And it wasn't just him alone, as his ear flickered to the sound of worry in Casey's voice. Something very rarely heard from the human. But looking at his other son's their faces each reflected that same feeling.

"I know Raph's got his moments but this still aint like 'im, I've seen 'im mad he wouldn't jus' ghost us all this bad!"

It's ture. Splinter may hardly understand his own phone but as he slipped it out for a quick look even he lacked anything from Raphael. They always texted him no matter what. The last message he had was he made it to his meeting spot with Casey. But nothing since. That wasn't like him, it was their deal. Why Splinter never worried much when Raphael took off he always texted Splinter so they would know at least that he was okay.

"I think that be for the best Donatello, we don't need you out there in the snow like that." Splinter spoke up showing he was still part of the conversation at least. Hand extending to rest on to Donatello's arm a moment. "No need to push yourself when sick again." Raph may be missing but he still had three others son's to look after.

"Don't worry, I'll do what I can from my lab..."

Leo gave a nod and turned to Michelangelo and Casey seeming ready to start forming his plan. When again Splinters ear's twitched to the sound of foot steps echoing in the tunnels. Turning to the entrance just moments before Yvoone of all people walked through. And for a small second Splinter wonder if Raphael would show up behind her but there was no other sound to accompany Von's own steps. Having wondered if the fight was with her, she hadn't been around after all. But something seemed wrong the moment she came into the lair. Something that cause his fur to stand on end, turning face ever as he tempered the rising fear in himself. He felt this dread before when his master Yoshi was taken from him. She paid no attention to anyone else. Not even Mikey who spoke up to her. Or Donatello who was involved with her.

No she was here with purpose. Only stopping by Splinter, the rat took a moment to look up at her. She been through something fur sure. Shaken so badly a mess in the shape of Yvoone stood before him. The poor women.

"Yvoone what is?" Splinter began to speak clearly she went to him for a reason. And he already knew it had to do with his missing son. The twist in his gut the way his heart seemed to quicken. The sense of fear triggering all around him.

"...I'm sorry sir..."

Splinter had his answer. She didn't even have to say it her just knew. From the way the words trembled out from her mouth. "no" and yet he still couldn't believe it. Looking down to find Raphael's red mask and sai held in her hands. "..Raphael." Splinter spoke the name so soft and so sadly. Reaching out he let his can fall to the floor he hardly noted how the wooden can sounded as it dropped on to the bricks.

"I tried to bring him home...I swear I tried..."

Splinter looked at the weapons, he had given to Raphael they were meant for him specifically. Splinter waved the red mask between his fingers. Tattered fabric. Splinter closed his eyes as he let his hands curl around both the sai and mask. Ears flooded back as he worked to control his breathing in that moment. He could feel the remaining traces of Raphael's soul lingering on them. Such important parts of Raphael's identity. His son who put all the worlds problems on his shoulders. It was a trait to admire because all Raphael wanted to do was to protect. Protect his brothers, his family. His temper always seemed at risk of that want. Never himself. Never allowing himself to be protected either.

"I'm so sorry..."

Those three words were all the confirmation any of them might have needed. "it-it's okay Von you that just means you know where he is right?" Michelangelo spoke up, his voice shook as he seem to try and keep his usual tone. "we'll just go and get him right?" He looked around to everyone else around him who all seemed to be coming to the same harsh truth. Splinter opened his eyes and lifted his head looking over everyone one before locking eyes with his youngest.

"it's fine Splinter we can go get him back." they insisted, and Splinter heart ached for his son. As they walked over seeming ready to ask Yvoone more about his brother's whereabouts. So Splinter spoke up again.

"Raphael was strong, passionate and loyal to fault. His greatest merits"

"He is you mean is those are his merits!" Michelangelo shouted on shakey ground. "We'll go get him back! he's fine he's" "Raphael was more stunboorn than anyone" Splinter continued.

"He is you know he is!"

Splinter reached out his hand holding the mask out to his youngest son. Watching them step back as if touching it would make it real. He shook his head hard unsure where he could even go. "Raphael carried the worlds problems on his shoulders, and though he may have acted other wise. His family his loved ones were his whole world to him. There was nothing he wouldn't" Splinter reached over to place his other hand on to Yvoone feeling she needed to hear this part most. "Have done for those few in his life that made up his world" "....he can't be though." Michelangelo took hold of Raphael's mask vision blurred by the tears that soon filled his eyes. Trying to swallow back his cries but he couldn't as he lowered his head into his hands. Letting his tears drop on to the fabric and soak into it. He turned towards Leonardo and Donatello. Not wanting to keep it to himself huddling in with his last remaining brothers. As Splinter Lowered his head once more looking down to the sai. Recalling the moment in the kitchen. Wishing he had just noticed a little more that night.

#muse| splinter #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[Children have to be free to lead their own lives -aflockoffeathers]#what am I going to do with you young man -aflockoffeathers]#[ there's ways to trust an emeny you can't a friend -aflockoffeathers]#muse interaction #[reply]#ic rpely #muse| michelangelo hamato #((mostly from splinter but I did add mikeys break down uwu))#((REFRENCES EVERYWHERE 07 speech again! and last ronin uwu by having Mikey holding Raphs mask ;3;))

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moosethren · 6 months ago

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#rise of the ronin #;hide #;moose gifs #;muse stuff #;tenshin

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maximummuses · 1 year ago

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J.ASON T.ODD TAG DUMP

#I NEVER HAD A CHANCE #I NEVER HAD A CHANCE - MUSINGS #I NEVER HAD A CHANCE - AESTHETICS #I NEVER HAD A CHANCE - HEADCANONS #I NEVER HAD A CHANCE - BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE #I NEVER HAD A CHANCE - RED RONIN

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thedrag0nking · 2 years ago

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After preparation and many prayers every faction across Gensokyo have began their final battle for the faith of the outside world and practically all of life on earth for shinki maybe an unstoppable force of nature but she isnt prepared for what is to come as the horrors maybe without stopping but they could not stand a chance against the wrath of the dragon king and all of gensokyo who vowed vengeance against the makai legion. The Maquis Corporation and new moon had brought out their best in their arsenal which include the gotengo as well as their most powerful yet M.O.G.U.E.R.A the ultimate weapon against Vijokas and giant monsters born from Koishi's blood. Koishisaurs and the ronin have road across gensokyo along with Both Maquis and the New Moon by horse as they let out battle cries that ached for war. The allied lunarians beside them set aside their bigotry and ego for the armies of Makai are far more a threat than they are to themselves.

Meanwhile Koishi stays behind for she adds the final touch of this new world war just by bringing out ALL her beloved friends and her children being the space kaiju and the oborojime spawn. First she use her powers to call all matter of space kaiju all across their natural habitats using a psychic link which is connected to their blood not only she is connected with them through their minds but also empowered all of the kaiju. Now to her children the clouds covered the sky unleashing her army of children created by finster with the blood of Koishi and every other gensokyo inhabitant she used when creating her monsters. From tenga warriors, the putty patrol, the yokai army every single monster she now has under her command at her will. Then comes the largest and the most nightmarish of her children, awaken from the depths of hell to assist with her mother Dai Satan manifested into the world as a gigantic floating head that possessed such nightmarish power. He is a being that is created by Koishi herself using Hecatia and Junko' s blood combining it with hers to create the most powerful member of her family of freaks. He awaits her command as he growls amongst the dark skies.

Another hellish monster emerges from the depths of everyone' s nightmare, the being of pure horror that feeds on the oxygen of organisms. Destoroyah the child of her twin sister Mary. A creature mutated from the blood of Yukari Yakumo from microscopic crustaceans. The demonic monster let out a nightmarish screech that shook the hardest of men to their core, now a dark ally of the destruction be falling against Shinki.

The cutthroat of gensokyo, this creature needs no introduction for she is Gigan the monster that indulges in murder and killing everything that gets in her reach and now? Her hooks changed into mishaped chainsaw gauntlets, her entire body at this point is all upgraded to the core to be more suited for a war. Gigan screeched in delight as she too could not wait to chop the horrors to pieces.

Lastly the most pathetic creature in all of gensokyo. Born from Koishi' s tumor and a failed clone of Koishi, Orga the gluttonous creature joined alongside her ally Gigan too prepared for war. Despite being afraid of her existence on the line, Orga will not stand by and watch her world die. She hears her call and she joins in. Plain and simple.

The Kaiju Marisa let out a chuckle whilst holding het broom for both she and her lover Reimu and comment on the old times she and Koishi had during their very first time encountering each other.

" Just Like old times heh.. "

" Ready when you are! "

Koishi chuckled as she turned around and snapped her fingers as multiple giant gold doors to the outside world manifested into the sky and on the ground.

" Okay everyone I suck at speeches but you know what I'm going to say so this shall be our final moments in this battle, if we loose we loose, if not then...I don't know. But what I wanna say this to you all. "

" GO FOURTH EVERYONE MAKE MAMA PROUD AND SHOW ALL OF MAKAI THAT THIS WORLD ISN'T HERS FOR THE TAKING! WE ARE THE APEX PREDATORS OF THIS LAND. GO FOURTH AND MAKE HER REMEMBER WHO'S HE'S FUCKIN' WITH! <03 "

With that EVERY single monster at her own disposal cheered and charged in through the golden doors entering into the apocalyptic world of the outside world to strike back against the demonic army of makai thus begins the bloodiest war in all of gensokyo history. The samsara war has just begun.

#{ Musing: Koishi Yakumo }#{ Musing: Maquis Corporation }#{ Musing: The Space Kaiju }#{ Musing: Tooth and Claw }#{ Musing: Oborojime Spawn }#{ Musing: NCO }#{ Musing: The Ronin }#{ Musing: New Moon Corporation }#{ The Dragon King }#{ The Courage Duty And Honor }#{ The Tragic Monsters }#{ The Wrath Of The Dragon God }#{ Spawns Of The Dragon }#{ The Protectors Of The Moonlight }#{ The Dragon' s Warriors }#{ The Beginning Of The Samsara War }

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shimmerbeasts · 10 months ago

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He had failed again.

That had been the only thought pounding in Yasuo's head ever since he had left this village, through which he had just been passing through. He had failed again; and now a mother had not lost one, not two, but three children. Even though Yasuo had done his hardest to locate Vesani and drive her out of town, the fox spirit had once more proved that she would always be too clever for him. And now three children had paid the price for him not being fast enough.

He was not even in Ionia anymore, having followed Vesani's trail to the isolated villages of Demacia, among which spanned forests, which felt as unfamiliar as the stars above his head. The wind, though, still felt the same. It would always feel the same to him. Even if the air was colder or warmer and carried new smells with itself, the feeling of wind rustling his long, thick, messy ponytail would always be like welcoming an old friend for the ronin.

Even if his dishonour and name were not known to the Demacians, for Yasuo, his crimes overshadowed every step he took and every good deed he attempted. Vesani remained always just out of reach; and yet whenever she came close enough of her own volition, the ronin always drew the short straw. His black hair was already streaked with grey strands. Just how many years had this pursuit cost him already?

Yasuo staggered on, down a long-winding and lonely road. The sun was setting behind him. His steps were heavy and lethargic. Yasuo clutched his bottle of whatever alcoholic shit was drinkable in one hand. He was so inebriated that he could not even taste what he had just taken another swig from. His vision was blurry. The ronin was feeling ill, physically and mentally. How he was even capable of keeping his stomach down, was anybody's guess.

Eventually, even his legs refused him their service and Yasuo collapsed by the side of the road. His body rolled into a ditch and his eyes flattered shut. The ronin had completely passed out to the point that he could not even feel the dirty soil beneath him, nor the touch of a hand if someone were to pick him up. In this incredibly vulnerable position, it would have been far too easy for anybody to rob or even kill him. But the strong smell of alcohol, his dirty and dishevelled appearance and just his location deterred a lot of people from even approaching him.

And even if the alcohol had incapacitated his body, his mind was a different story entirely. In Yasuo's mind, he could hear the clashing of katana blades, meeting in the middle, and feel the wind in his hair. He could smell blood and feel the stings of countless cuts on his body. But worst of all, Yasuo replayed his argument with Yone over and over in his mind. His thoughts just couldn't settle down. It was something, his master had claimed had always been a problem of his: "You have a wild mind and a temper to match it. You must learn to tame the storm in your head, Yasuo. You must learn to rule your anger and not let your anger rule you."

"You cannot keep running forever, Yasuo. You have to answer for what you have done."

"Yone, I didn't do this. It was Vesani's work. You have to believe me."

"What? A malevolent fox spirit killed the master, you had sworn to protect. You dishonoured yourself by murdering him, and now you further dishonour yourself by daring to lie to me!"

"I am not a murderer and I - AM - NOT - A - LIAR!"

The katana stained with Yone's blood...

Yasuo gasped for breath as he darted up, holding out his weapon as if in a fighting stance. His heart hammered in his chest. Tame your mind, Yasuo. You were dreaming. Peace of mind. He slowly drew up his weapon and took a deep breath, forcing his racing heart to calm down. Closing his eyes so he could focus on his breathing, Yasuo waited for a couple of seconds, just existing in his body before he sheeted the katana away.

It was then that Yasuo became aware that he was no longer in the ditch at all. Instead, he had darted up in what seemed to be a bed in a corner. A soft, maroon blanket had gotten tangled up in his legs. Yasuo turned his head inches as he gazed around. Beside the bed stood a heavy bookshelf, in which piled books from all over Runeterra. Rain pitter-pattered against the glass. On the other side of the room stood a dresser, upon which someone had placed the skull of a house cat, bellied bottles, small tin boxes and vials. The air was heavy with the scent of dried herbs, whose leaves rustled above Yasuo's head from the ceiling.

The smell of warm food would have been appetising were Yasuo not so preoccupied with the pounding of his head. By the Ancients, it felt like he had been kicked in the skull by a horse. Groaning, the ronin nurtured his temple in his hands and shut his eyes. His legs trembled and Yasuo wondered if he would even be able to stand. He felt terrible. Absolutely terrible. At least the physical sensations kept his guilt at bay if he did not bother thinking too hard. Something, his hangover currently beautifully prevented.

His gaze fell upon a woman in a beautiful, dark purple dress, wearing a pair of bandage-like shoes wrapped around her feet, leaving her toes and heels bare. Her hair was black, but it seemed to carry a purple shine to her. Her eyes were icy blue. Four pairs of dark purple, beautifully feathered wings, bound by heavy, dark gleaming chains adorned her back and shoulders.

"I presume, you are the person who dragged me out of the ditch", Yasuo spoke and lowered his head in respect, "Thank you. I promise I will just freshen up and as soon as I can think properly again, I will not trouble you any further."

　◈　 ⇢ @shimmerbeasts　 ⋯　 random starter .

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　The slow clop of hooves was the only sound that accompanied Morgana currently. "Easy now, Scarlet, I think the next village we need to get your shoes replaced," The woman spoke, as she lightly tossed the reins. It had been months since she had left Demacia, months since she had heard the shouts in her ears praising the great light of justice. Those echoing prayers to her sister taunted her ears constantly reminding her what she had lost. Her eyes cast downward, keeping the prayers shut off. As much as she could hear the prayers to herself (which was something she never appreciated) she could also hear those to her sister. They overwhelmed her thoughts, and they only troubled her as she could not do much. Demacia had turned them into these god-like creatures despite not being them. She was no more a god than Kayle, despite what her sister might think. Even their mother, Mihira, was no god! Being made an avatar took away the most important thing that made the world worth living; losing her humanity did not seem worth the power the powers offered.

The sky slowly darkened over the horizon, with a little crack of lightning. She knew she would have to find a place to settle, hopefully, the next village had a barn where she could set her red roan horse in for some rest and reshoeing. Morgana pulled the hood over her head, keeping her appearance secluded from view. Her wings were pressed firmly to her back as she leaned up against her knees. The slight drizzle of the rain only brought a smile to her lips. She put out her hand, the chill dropped against her fingers as she brushed her fingers together.

Rain never bothered the sorceress she reveled in these delights. Something as simple as rain or the sun warming her skin; the little things that make life enjoyable. It reminded her of her father's lessons, to always appreciate what life could give for the day because in a blink it could be gone the next. Life was fleeting and it was one of the curses of her immortality. Still, she remembered the lessons and it reminded her what life had. For even a second, all of it could be taken away.

Something nipped at her skin, a taste of pain as she tugged the reins and frowned. After grabbing a lantern, she slides out of the seat with her bare feet touching the ground. To anyone, she just looked like a common traveler, a black hood covering her dark purple hair and icy blue eyes piercing into the distance. Fingers lifted the dark dress she wore, letting her feet press into damp grass as she followed the taste of pain like a blood trail. She lifted the lantern and first spotted the dark black hair, soaked from the rain and what looked like graying strays of age. The anguish spread over him like a blanket and the scent of alcohol made her nose scrunch up slightly. "Looks like you've had one too many," Morgana spoke, as she walked around the body and crouched down.

Her hand brushed out, clawed nails brushing against his face to lift it and ensure he still had breath in his lungs. A single rise of his chest told her he lived but he looked like the end of a failed rope. "Alright, friend, let's get you out of this ditch," Morgana spoke, doubtful he was even coherent enough to hear her. She hooked the lantern to her hip and then reached around to pull his arm over her shoulder. A few heaves and she had him to his feet, though perhaps it was better to say his feet dragged as she walked to her caravan home. One hand grabbed his arm, keeping it around her neck and her other hand wrapped around his waist to pull him to the small home. On the outside, it looked small but she waved her hand, and the flash of purple magic pulled the door open and she climbed inside.

It looked far larger on the inside than the outside, as she pulled him up the steps inside. She moved over toward a bed, the red duvet laid with a pillow at the head. She picked up Yasuo and set him down upon the material and then placed the lantern next to his bed. A set of red curtains were tied apart with the window to the front of the carriage. Rain pitter-pattered against the glass as Morgana turned to the left. On the walls was a bookcase, filled with books and a dresser covered with different objects: The skull of a feline, bottles, and potions that made her look like a witch ready to seduce some fair maidan with hopes of love. Herbs of birch and Cedarwood hung from the ceiling, with some scattered chamomile on the dresser.

In the center was a dark black cauldron, a medium size with boiling soup; the smell of stew and rich broth filled the cabin. She grabbed the wooden bowls and cups and set them down on a cherry wood table, a dark black cloth laid across it and a couple of chairs around it. With a wave of her hand, the bowls flew through the air and landed on the table, as she stirred the food. She didn't know when the man would wake, but she knew he would need some herbal water to take care of the ailments of his drunkenness and some good food to fill his belly. She glanced down at her hand, seeing the weave of dark purple and black tendrils running around her fingers and up her arm. Yasuo's pain and guilt tugged to her magic as she lifted her hand and saw it nearly engulfing her lower arm. "You're filled with more pain than you can handle, poor man, what happened to you?" Morgana questioned.

She could easily dig into his mind, pull out his memories but she would not be so evasive. Instead, she turned back toward a spare table on the wall, as she started to work on some herbal remedies for the man in the bed, waiting for him to wake.

#ferinehuntress #rp: the disgraced ronin and the self-exiled aspect #welcome to the lanes: test muse

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elysiaheaven · 13 days ago

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Maybe Ronin X cannibal reader? But the reader hides it and our fav boy discovers them in the middle of "grabbing dinner"?

Happy halloween!-Ronin x Cannibal reader!

TW: Blood, Gore, Cannibal (reader), Cannibal jokes, Mention of body parts etc

"Bon Appétit" — Ronin x Cannibal!Reader

Ronin always knew something was off about you. Not in a bad way—just different.

Maybe it was how you always turned down dinner invites with a lazy excuse, or how you avoided restaurants altogether like they were some kind of trap.

It was a quiet night. Too quiet for Ronin’s liking. Normally, by now, you'd be spamming his phone with some dumb memes or asking if he wanted to hang out. But you’d gone radio silent.

He moves silently, the familiarity of sneaking around fitting like a second skin. Crowbar tucked loosely in his hand, boots crunching against the dusty floor.

He rounds a corner, and there you are—squatted low, your back to him, hands deep inside a body that still twitches, like a machine winding down. Blood coats your hands, sleeves stained from wrist to elbow. And the sound—the wet, ripping tear of flesh and sinew—makes something stir in him.

You’re so focused that you don’t even hear him. It’s almost funny. Almost cute.

He leans against the doorway, a smirk slowly curling on his lips.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?"

You freeze. Every muscle in your body locks up, heart slamming in your chest. For a brief, foolish second, you think about pretending. Saying it’s not what it looks like, that you tripped and—yeah, no, that won’t work. You’ve got chunks of someone’s kidney in your hands.

Slowly, you turn your head, blood splattered across your face, meeting Ronin’s amused, knowing gaze. And shit, the way he’s looking at you—it’s not disgust, not fear. It’s something far worse: entertainment.

"Grabbing dinner without me?" he teases, cocking his head. "Kinda rude, don’t you think?"

You blink, momentarily thrown off by the calmness in his voice. "This isn’t... It’s not—"

Ronin cuts you off with a sharp laugh, like the situation is the funniest thing he’s seen in weeks. "Relax, sweetheart. You’re not the only freak in the room."

He steps closer, the crowbar tapping lightly against his thigh. The corpse at your feet is still fresh—blood pooling across the floor, the metallic scent thick in the air. But Ronin? He doesn’t flinch.

"Didn’t think you had it in you," he muses, crouching next to the body. His dark eyes flick between the dead man and your stained hands with an expression that can only be described as impressed. "Guess I underestimated you, huh?"

You stare at him, mind scrambling for some kind of response—some way to salvage the situation. But Ronin’s grin only widens, like he’s already five steps ahead of you.

"So... you always eat 'em like this, or is tonight a special occasion?" His voice is playful, like he’s making small talk about the weather.

"Relax, sweetheart," he interrupted smoothly, crouching down beside the dismembered body, inspecting the work with genuine curiosity. "You didn't really think you could hide this from me forever, did you?"

You shot him a glare, though it felt more like a defense mechanism than anything. "It’s not what it looks like."

“Oh no, it’s exactly what it looks like." Ronin’s grin widened. He leaned closer, his voice dipping into a conspiratorial whisper. "You’re a freak."

Your heart skipped, panic simmering beneath your skin. "Don’t tell anyone."

Ronin snorted, clearly amused by your fear. "Oh please. What am I, a snitch?" His plum-colored hair fell into his eyes as he tilted his head, studying your expression. "I’m not here to rat you out, babe. I'm here to see what makes you tick."

You didn’t know if that was more reassuring or terrifying.

Then he reached out, swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a streak of blood. He held his thumb up, inspecting it like an artist admiring a brushstroke. “You’re messier than I thought you’d be. Kinda cute, actually.”

You slapped his hand away, scowling. "This isn't a joke, Ronin."

“Oh, it’s not?" His grin remained infuriatingly intact. "Could’ve fooled me. You're acting like this is some big shameful secret." He gave a mock gasp, eyes wide with exaggerated horror. "Oh no! Reader’s a cannibal!"

"Ronin—" You started, but he was already laughing.

"Relax, I’m not judging." He smirked, straightening up and brushing his hands off on his pants. “Not my place to tell you how to live your life. I mean…” His gaze flickered to the half-eaten remains. “At least you have good taste.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperated. "You’re impossible."

“And you,” Ronin replied smugly, leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath against your neck, "are way too cute when you’re trying to look innocent."

Your stomach twisted—whether from embarrassment, guilt, or something much darker, you weren’t sure.

Ronin knew exactly what he was doing. Knew how to make your skin crawl and your heart race all at once. And the worst part? You liked it.

He clicked his tongue, patting your cheek with mock affection. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. Your little secret’s safe with me."

he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder, tossing you one last grin.

"You know, if you were hungry... you could've just told me."

Your breath catches, caught between the weight of his words and the dangerous glint in his eye. He tilts his head, watching your reaction with interest, like you’re some puzzle he can’t wait to solve.

"Next time," Ronin says, dragging the crowbar lightly across the floor, "let me help."

Your heart stutters at the offer—half a threat, half a promise.

Then, as casually as if he’s offering to grab takeout, he adds, "I’d love to see how you do it up close."

You blinked, stunned into silence, as he sauntered off into the night—like walking in on a literal crime scene was just another Tuesday.

And somehow, you knew—without a doubt—that this wasn’t the last time Ronin would come snooping around about this.

The next time you saw Ronin, he came bearing… gifts.

The sun had barely set when you heard a knock—three soft taps against the flimsy metal door of the same old building you'd started using as your… dining room. You knew it was him before you even opened it. Only Ronin knocked like he owned the damn place.

And sure enough, there he stood on the other side, a mischievous grin stretching across his lips. But what made your stomach drop (or maybe growl) was what—or who—he had slung over his shoulder.

"Look what I found," Ronin said cheerfully, like he was showing off a stray dog. "Nice and fresh."

The man groaned—still alive, barely—but Ronin adjusted his grip on him like he was nothing more than luggage.

You stared. "Ronin, what the hell—?"

"Relax," he cooed, brushing past you like this was some kind of surprise party. He dumped the man onto the floor with a careless thud, crouching beside him to give the guy’s cheek a little pat. "This one won’t be missed. Scumbag. Thought I’d save you the trouble."

You crossed your arms, feeling a mix of dread and something uncomfortably close to excitement swirl in your gut. "You’re really okay with this?"

Ronin shot you a sly grin, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Let’s just say… I’ve got a flexible moral code." He stood, nudging the guy with the toe of his boot. "Besides, I figured—if you're going to do this, might as well have some company, right?"

The man groaned again, half-conscious, as Ronin turned to you. His gaze softened just a little—just enough to make your stomach flip. "You gotta eat, babe."

You swallowed thickly. "I don't think—"

Ronin stepped in close, tilting his head so his lips were almost brushing your ear. "C’mon, sweetheart. No use playing shy now. You’ve already got blood on your hands."

His voice was low, warm—like a devil tempting you to cross the line you were already standing on. And the worst part? You wanted to. You really wanted to.

He leaned back, hands in his pockets, watching you with that lazy grin. "Or do I need to feed you myself?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder. "I can handle it, idiot."

"That's the spirit," he chuckled, stepping aside to give you room to work. "Now let’s see those culinary skills in action."

The hunger gnawed at you, sharp and insistent, and before you knew it, you were crouching beside the man, the world narrowing down to the sound of his shallow breaths and the promise of iron on your tongue.

Ronin crouched next to you, utterly unbothered as you began. His hand brushed lightly against your back—comforting, almost affectionate—as if this were some intimate little date instead of… well, this.

He stayed close, watching with fascination as you fed, his smirk never wavering. When you paused to catch your breath, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, he tilted his head and grinned.

"You look good like this, y’know."

"Shut up," you muttered, though the heat in your face betrayed you.

He rolled his sleeves up lazily, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, sweetheart. Open wide."

You shot him an incredulous look, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I can feed myself, Ronin."

"Yeah, yeah. But where’s the fun in that?" he teased, plucking a choice piece from the victim’s bloodied arm like he was sampling charcuterie at some upscale event. "C’mon, let me spoil you a little. You earned it."

The way his voice dipped sent a chill down your spine—like this was a game to him, and you were the star of his twisted little fantasy. It was equal parts infuriating and… intoxicating. He was good at that, pulling you in just enough to leave you breathless, unsure whether you wanted to kiss him or hit him.

"Ronin—"

Before you could protest further, he pressed the piece of flesh against your lips, grinning wickedly. "Say ‘ahh.’"

You glared, but the hunger gnawed at you relentlessly, and damn it—he looked so pleased with himself, like this was the most romantic thing he could do. With a heavy sigh, you parted your lips. His smirk widened.

"There we go," he murmured, almost reverently, as he slipped the morsel into your mouth. "Tastes better when someone feeds you, right?"

The warmth of the meat, the metallic tang still lingering on your tongue—it sent shivers down your spine. But the worst part wasn’t the taste. It was him. The way he looked at you with a blend of admiration and possession, like you were his favorite meal.

"Good, yeah?" he whispered, as if he needed the confirmation.

You bit down slowly, savoring the taste and the strange thrill of it all. He watched every movement—eyes dark and full of satisfaction—like he'd just pulled off the most intimate act in the world. And maybe, in his twisted way, he had.

"See?" he whispered, wiping a stray drop of blood from your lip with his thumb. "Told you I’d take care of you."

You swallowed, the heat in your chest spreading, equal parts shame and satisfaction.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you muttered, voice low.

Ronin just chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "And you love that about me."

And as much as you hated to admit it… he wasn’t wrong.

He fed you again, slow and deliberate, like this was some dark, sacred ritual between the two of you. Each bite came with a grin, each touch a silent promise—he would never judge you for what you were. Hell, he loved it. He thrived on it, the corruption, the intimacy, the shared depravity.

When the meal was over, you leaned back, exhaling a shaky breath. Ronin wiped your mouth again, his touch lingering.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice low and warm.

"Yeah," you admitted reluctantly.

His grin widened, a spark of triumph flashing in his eyes. "Good." He leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Next time, I’ll pick someone even better."

You knew you should feel horrified. You knew you should push him away. But instead, you smiled.

"Deal."

Now, you know Ronin wasn't the man of his words. He's a snitch. That just told your secret to Angel, You know both of them were close, You just felt happy Ronin could share some things from his chest.

But, he did snitch you.

Happily, Angel was your type so, same blood in the same habit?

Later in the server. In the channel where all past Ronin's past and present love interests reside (literally)

#ur-angel-or-yuor-devil-or writer darlin who's a maneater

[Angelic]- I can't believe you're actually a cannibal y/n...

[You]- Fucking Beaufort.

[Goreboy]- Darlin, you Have a Friend now. Angel will be very happy right now. she has gotten a new best friend.

[Angelic]- Don't bully them, Ronin.

[Goreboy]- I'm not, This just Made Y/n x 666 Interesting! I have a new Goal.

[You]- lemme guess, another 666 kills?

[Goreboy]- Ding Ding, Have you ever eaten a detective? Your deduction skills are ultimate. You're Right, But, It's for you. 666 kills for you darlin! Be prepared. As a good Boyfriend it's only Valid that I gift you something Like this. Mark NeXT's year V-day.

[You]- .......................

[Angelic]- Never thought, He will become seriously damned this much.

[Goreboy]- Tho, It's interesting how the past lover and the present lover is both Cannibal. My god this is a miracle.

[Angelic]- Hey, Y/n? Have wanna the devil for dinner? He's speaking too much isn't he?

[You]- Be my guest angel, Also yes.

[Goreboy]- Getting Eaten by Two Angels. No Thank You. This is such a Boring Way to Die.

[You]- then just shut the fuck up edgy-boi

[Goreboy]- You Have to Face my Bullshit Darlin, Be prepared from now On, Cause shit- you need to realize it's a Lifetime relationship.

[You]- Thank god, I took lessons from Miss Ai hua to deal with people like you. Apparently she used to use memes to shut up Mr. Vince,

[Goreboy]- Oh? You think A meme? can Stop me?

[You]- I believe it's the person in the meme is our god 'twink'

[Angelic]- I get it.

[You]- Ronin, I love you but God Christ, Please shut up for now.

If you speak tormenting me and angel, I will compare you to JD because of the twink reason. If you think the meme was unfunny. I wasn't talking about the meme Mr. Beaufort.

[Goreboy]- ........

I cease.

Congrats, you made the devil to shut up! HAPPY HALLOWEEN LOSER!

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HII ITS THE NOD LOVER🫶🫶 CAN YOU DO A NOD X READER WHERE THE READER IS CHOSEN AS QUEEN AFTER THE POD BLOOMS AND ITS JUST FLUFF BC NODS GF IS NOW QUEEN<3

a/n: hello! long time no see. i´m in college now! life´s been crazy latelly, but i tried to clear my mind from the stress of it by writing for a while. i had such a hard time with this request. i have a draft of it that might never see the light that i worked on for months. eventually i just decided to start from scratch and wrote this in three hours. hope you enjoy!

Queen Of The Pod

Your muscles were aching and begging at you to give them a break. But you couldn't, not yet. You groaned as you tried to crawl back with whatever energy remained in your body.

Your leafman uniform was plagued with burn marks from Mandrake´s rot. Some of it had managed to singe your body, but it had been stopped from doing any major damage by your protective pieces.

You lifted your head up just to see Ronin struggling on the floor, being held down by Mandrake´s staff.

“Don´t touch him, you decaying shit!” you groaned out as you reached for your blade -or attempted to.

“Lie down princess”, Mandrake said, barely sparing a glance at your weak figure. “I'll be with you in a second”.

He then refocused his attention on the General and with an evil grin pushed the rot towards his face.

Ronin´s eyes went wide as he attempted to put as much distance as he could between him and the black gooey substance. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold for much longer. His face was covered in bruises, and he had been through hell and back just to be able to protect the pod.

At the very last moment, Mandrake rerouted his staff, and brought it down on Ronin´s chest, burning deeply into his chestplate. As the General winced, he took advantage of his weak position and pinned him down to the floor with his foot.

“What is that saying you leafmen have?” Mandrake mused as he nonchalantly threw his staff over his shoulder. “Lots of leaves…something, something. Very inspiring”. He then raised the staff over his head, and his smirk turned into a look of rage and anger. “But in the end, every leaf falls and dies alone…”

Ronin´s eyes went wide as the staff came down towards his face with sudden speed. However the blow never landed, and when he opened his eyes two blades were protecting his face from being completely consumed by the rot.

“No one is alone”, Nod said as he pushed the staff away from Ronin.

As if on cue, an army of leafmen dropped from the sky in perfect formation. You came to the sudden realization that moonlight was now filtering through the chamber, meaning that the pod would be able to bloom after all.

“Not even him”, you added as you pointed your blade menacingly towards Mandrake.

The arrival of your boyfriend had been timed perfectly. You had the urge to jump into his arms and make sure he was alright, but you limited yourself to a discreet smile.

‘I'm glad you´re okay’.

Mandrake seemed to come to the same conclusion as you had. The leafmen´s presence meant that they were not occupied with his soldiers; the darkness was not a threat anymore. Frantically he tried to break through the soldiers and get back to the pod, however you and Nod intertwined your blades once again, blocking his way to the center of the chamber.

Mandrake let out a growl of frustration as he pushed and fought harder, but the blooming pod seemed to give you newly renewed energy. You felt Tara with you. It was because of her that you were doing this, you would make her proud.

With your fuelled energy, you both thrusted your blades forward at the same time that the pod bursted with energy, throwing Mandrake backwards. You hurriedly ran towards the entryway ready to fight him in case he wasn't ready to give up yet, however his drowning screams caught your attention as he was swallowed into the trunk of a tree by his own rot.

You allowed yourself to sigh out in relief, exhaustion washing over your body once again. You saw Nod already helping Ronin up from the floor, and offering him his shoulder as support.

“You alright old man?” you asked as you sheath your sword.

“I´m fine. A little bruised is all”, he replied. “How's your leg doing? He burned you pretty badly”.

Nod approached you, after making sure Ronin was in fact okay, and made you place your arm around his shoulder as he held you securely by your waist.

The sudden weight of the situation dawned on you. It was over. He was gone, and so was she. You missed her. From the moment Tara died, you had not been able to process her death but rather had been focused on fixing the disaster it had caused. Now that you weren't on this quest anymore, her absence was palpable.

“I wish she could be here”, you blurted out. You felt Nod hold on tighter to your waist as he rubbed comforting circles with his thumb on it.

“She is,” Ronin said breathlessly, as his gaze landed upon the blooming pod. Now that the battle was over, the people of Moonhaven had come out of their hiding places and were staring in awe at the light emanating from the pod.

The light particles hovered over the flower before gently flying out. They traveled along the chamber, as if greeting everyone there. As if Tara was happy to see them safe. It slowed down as they reached your small group, stopping ever so slightly in front of Ronin and shimmering a little bit brighter, before making its way over to you and Nod. You expected the same greeting as Ronin had had. A final goodbye from your sister. However, the light did not leave your side, and instead it started to shine brighter and bigger.

Nod carefully removed his arm from around your waist, and gave you your space.

The light suddenly took the shape of Tara. You tried your best to remember your training and straightened up with your arms by your side. However, you couldn´t stop the few tears that had formed in your eyes from escaping.

“You did alright kid,” she said with the kindest of smiles. “You're in great hands”.

She glanced back at Ronin, prompting the General to smile.

“There's that smile…” Tara said as she returned her loving gaze back to you. “Take care of them for me”.

“I can´t. I´m not fit for being a queen”, you whispered as your voice broke slightly. “It should be you. You should be here…with me”.

Tara held on to your shaking hands, “I'll alway be with you”. With a final smile, she placed a tender kiss on your forehead. A bright light suddenly surrounded you and before you knew it, Tara was gone. Well, not really. That deep sadness you had been holding on to was gone. You could feel her. She lived within you. And you would make her proud, her legacy would live on through you.

A soft calling of your name broke you out of your trance. Your head snapped towards your awestruck boyfriend who was looking at you as if you were a star. You came to the sudden realization that the pain in your leg was gone, and as you glanced down to check on your wound you were surprised to see your runiform replaced with a stunning green and white dress. The queen's dress.

“You look stunning…” he breathed out. A smile crept onto his face as he approached you and wrapped his arms around you. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and let out a small laugh as he lifted you up from the ground and spun you.

“Nod!” you laughed out. “Put me down”.

“As you wish, your majesty”, he said as he set you down once again and playfully bowed.

The people cheered, in celebration of their new queen. To which you offered them graceful smiles.

“You know what this means…” Ronin said as he stood next to you, his helmet held firmly on his right arm.

“What?¨ you asked.

“Nod better shape up”.

You laughed at that, and glanced back at your boyfriend who was staring at you with a lovesick smile.

“I guess he does”.

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