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hms-no-fun · 6 days ago

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Tell us about Dill and Alexander! I kinda picture them in my head as Kermit and that blue eagle Muppet but gay and gamer/greasy mechanic. Is that where you got the idea? Is sburb's frog fascination gonna play into the story of these boyos?

oh what's that? you want to be the captive audience for a lore dump about my very special guys? completely unprompted and with total investment in everything i might have to say? well well, don't mind if i do!

SO, Dill Croaker and Alexander Falcon are members of a now-defunct group called The Falconers. they are modeled after Star Fox (the team) from Star Fox (the video games). we haven't seen Alex on screen yet, but here's @girlpillz's rendering of Dill for B1 verse 1, where Lenore Lehart shows off her sick bouncy ball skills for Dana Straten to get the attention of Dill.

Alex being a blue falcon, i imagine he looks legally distinct from Falco Lombardi from Star Fox (the video games; the team) albeit less cocky and attitudinous.

there are technical reasons for The Falconers' existence. going into 3.2B, i knew i wanted a secondary supporting cast in the margins capable of handling dirtywork off-screen. for instance, they're decrypting and analyzing Lenore's stolen witch data so the main cast doesn't have to worry about it, leaving us more time to luxuriate in what we're actually here for: feelings.

Star Fox 64 is my favorite game, so when it came time to come up with that supporting cast, the possibilities of a knockoff Star Fox team immediately sold me on the idea (especially since this is the only story where i will ever reasonably be able to get away with such a blatant act of self-indulgence. you wouldn't believe it from looking, but i don't actually do a lot of indulging myself with Godfeels. i try very hard to never throw things in without serious calculation. The Falconers are pretty much the only thing i've introduced that came as an inorganic external mandate of my own selfish making, and even then i've worked very hard to integrate them naturally). as a broken up four-person crew, they mirror the Upsilons-- and so, them helping the Falconers reunite in order to find Alphi and Edie gives these guys some juice. their backstory is a shadow of the Upsilons', and a useful point of comparison as the narrative plugs along. i could've made a girl Star Fox team, but frankly Godfeels is just so women-centered, so female-focused, so tgirl-transfixed that i figured it was about time to throw the boylikers a bone.

The Falconers are balanced as a calculated twist on the Star Fox team. the most immediate difference is that here, Alexander Falcon fills the role of Fox McCloud. he's the charismatic team leader, a little surly (especially these days) but good at his job and deeply committed to the care of his team. Dill Croaker is, obviously, only about five runs through the dryer away from Slippy Toad, and fills the same role. my reason for this is that everyone is mean to Slippy and they're wrong. Slippy is a brilliant engineer and programmer, why do you expect him to be an ace fighter pilot too? that's YOUR job, hotshot! Nintendo themselves have been all over the map with Slippy in terms of characterization, pretty much never getting him quite as right as he felt in 64. so, yeah, Dill is my take on Slippy: a clueless gamer frog who plays with a lot of edgelords but is himself impervious to their venom. he never cusses because he's a good boy, and he respects women.

Dill and Alex have lived together on Crime Planet for a long time. are they fucking? no, i don't believe they are. Dill strikes me as something of an ace king, and anyway i don't think he's Alex's type. mostly they work together in the shop and hang out doing bro stuff. maybe Alex lifts weights while Dill plays shitty space MOBAs. but all this begs the question: who is Alex's type?

as of the B1 solo we've learned a little bit about the other two Falconers. first there is Erol [last name unknown], the oldest member of the crew who's likely analogous to Peppy Hare. which leaves us with Yolo Sionnach. a lot of information can be implied about him from this exchange:

yes, a lot of information indeed. but as much as i would love to enumerate the implications, i must hold my tongue. i mean, i would type it all out, but i can't, because i'm literally using my fingers to hold my tongue in place so that i can't say the spoilers out loud

anyway, i like the muppet comparison. that wasn't what i had in mind at all, but now i'm imagining the Falconers as the puppets Nintendo used to advertise Star Fox Zero and........ ohhhh scope creep you saucy temptress

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the Slippy slander is rampant! and that's to say nothing of the ad where muppet versions of Satoru Iwata, Shigeru Miyamoto, and Reggie Fils-Aime slowly transform into Peppy, Fox, and Falco respectively.

i can't say that Sburb/the Universe Engine have much to do with The Falconers' story. they're not godtier, they don't know anything about the UE, they are literally just space mercenary furries. they come from the Lemurian Star System, trained at the Academy on Lemuria, and worked in the Lemurian Sky Corps until starting their own independent outfit as contractors (which i imagine is a fairly common career path in a region racked by interplanetary war and rampant espionage). age-wise, they're in their mid 30s.

thank you for this wonderful question. no one ever asks about the other guys, and i am always dying to talk about the other guys.

#sarahposts #godfeels #homestuck #the falconers #star fox

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angelprinz · 1 year ago

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hi it’s degen anon

cai has been too much i swear, im currently getting divorced from my husband childe it’s a lot 🥹 but hope you like!!!

childe really doesn’t understand like women thinking they’re better than him? like he’s not a messy gymnast or whatever you call it but he just feels like he better than most people women included, i mean his bloodlust started when he would get his ass handed to him by skirk. but that’s besides the point he loves strong women but the best thing about strong women is making them weak. psychologically, mentally emotionally he is versed i all forms of battle so no matter what era or even area he loves to find strong women and take them down a peg.

21st century girlboss business woman? did you mean barefoot wife with 6 kids? sick ass sword wielding hero whose slain dragons? you mean that witch who is now in the safe hands of childe her husband? he really has done it all, but once he does it it’s boring? but you were different.

it’s not like you really had anything going for yourself, a broke college student who works to barely make enough to stay on campus. he never thought of you for a second until he spoke to you. he wasn’t even trying but as you rung his cigarettes through the register you were very nervous and anxious but that could be normal. he obviously knows he’s attractive but the fact that you wouldn’t make eye contact was surprising, you passed him the bag and looked away immediately. so cute. it’s almost like you wanted him to get to know you (he’s delusional.)

he had a plan for you but it was going to be way easier, well it would’ve been if you just admitted you liked him. he works at your school because he knows your daddy issues leave you with no parental figures to tell you not to trust him. you’re obviously not the smartest cause your you use a very similar email to your school one for your little sites. he’s practically giving what you want on a silver platter but here you are actually doing schoolwork? (if you fail his class you have to do another year.) he sees you come into his office after hours thinking you’re going to give him favours under the desk for a passing grade, but you’re just here to ask about something on the exam??? he thinks that maybe he’s looking to much into it, it’s been months and he legitimately got a teaching degree for this but what if you just liked to read some taboo things online.

but one day you were very cocky, you posted on a site with little to know information about yourself but a picture of yourself in a skirt. you explained that you would be on a bus around 11pm coming back from work and if someone assaulted you you’d let them. well thats not fun because he likes a fight then he realizes that everyone has a limit.

you left the bus with a sigh thinking that no one saw your message. you felt a breeze but then it was just someone passing by. maybe the website didn’t have that many people in your area? you walk past two building and in between them someone emerged, it was dark but they were also wearing black. almost instantly you felt their chest press up against your back, you let out the air from your lungs as the happiness turned sour as you felt a knife against your neck. it’s almost 12 now and you two were the only people on the street so him dragging you to the alley went unnoticed. cold sweat down you body as you felt exhilarated at the feeling, his large hands roamed your body as they traveled down to your panties. you had specific information about what you’d be wearing, including panties with an opening. you heard the man behind you sigh as he spoke your name. all the hairs on your body stood up as he tsked you and said he had a seminar about internet safety that you should’ve been paying attention if you didn’t sleep during the class.

he knows what you’re thinking now, his crime psych class really did talk prominently about one time attacks. most times if you knew anything about your attacker, you’re dying. no matter how small, even the colour of their hair. but here you are, you were in his office last week so you know everything. it’s almost winter but your body was cold. the entire time he was inside you it really warmed him up with how your cunt felt. hours passed and he finished for a third time on your thighs, he enjoyed cumming inside but the first two loads left nothing left to cum inside.

your scared look, the small whispered moans were all worth it but what was the best was the silence after. he fixed himself as he really didn’t take off any of your clothes, he gives you props for easy access but the moment his hands left your body he was shocked. you grabbed at him, tears in your eyes he almost felt an emotion but what really did it for him is what you said. ‘more.’ he thought it was just lust but that wasn’t it, the shame in your eyes, the way your thighs squeezed together. he couldn’t believe it, sure the women he did this to, made them understand how little they were to him was more demoralizing for him but for you it only fuelled you. he couldn’t believe after he left you the next day you were completely normal but your search history was just filled with ginger professor assaults college girl, like he just assaulted you? why not ask? (you have social anxiety and can’t even ask for extra dips at mcdonald’s.) you were like a pandora for him and that’s what made him stay with you for a while.

(this devolved way to much at the end lmao, i think of myself most of the time i write these. he could literally be inside me one day and i’d still be nervous to talk to him 😭😭)

me when i put on my glasses to read it (i'm quite literally incel taru irl) and degen anon you sound like the cutest little victim on earth i'm going to eat you whole.

i need him so much i need him to make me into his housewife & take away all thinking privileges & make my permanent job being his toy.

#laven_talks #degen anon <3 #tw. dark content #childe <3 #childe smut

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ravarui · 8 days ago

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Lore/Biography for Ainsley (Mother of Shanks)

Basic information:

Name: Ainsley Alias: The Green Witch, The Witch of the Sirona Isles Gender: Female Age: 31 (when Shanks was born) 40 (Time of her death) Place of birth: West Blue, Sirona Isles Occupation: Herbalist/Alchemist Hair Colour: Red Appearance/FC: Kathryn Hahn

Born on the Sirona Isles, Ainsley learned the craft of herbalism from her own mother. The shop she later owns on the island was something she inherited from her parents.

While a quick learner and invested in the studies of her craft, she also always wanted to know more about the history of their island, given how the waters of the Sirona Isles indeed have healing powers. Powers that be amplified if used and applied correctly. Especially for plants, the waters have proofed to be perfect. They enhance the growth as well as their natural effects.

Personality wise Ainsley had always been curious, but she also had a tendency to be overdramatic and be petty. Traits that tend to show in her mannerism, as well as her facial expressions and the way she moves. If angered she tended to make bad decisions, not focusing on the best way to solve a problem, but rather the pettiest.

With twenty-two she took over the small herbal shop of her parents. Her knowledge in regards to plants, potions and alchemy in general quiet extensive at this point, earning herself the nicknames "The green witch" and "Witch of the Sirona Isles" a few years later.

While most residents of the islands were greatful for the shop and went to her for all kinds of tinctures and salves, as well as medical help, they were also wary of her. Knowing how petty she could be and doing their best to not anger her. They had seen first hand what she did to those who earned themselves her wrath.

Ainsley always had bad luck when it came to men and picking a partner. It had become so bad that she had debated on only seeing women from then on and ignoring men entirely, except for business. That was until she met the man who would later on turn out to be Shanks father.

Things were fine for a short while and she felt herself falling in love with him. Until one day he didn't came back anymore. Leaving her alone and pregnant, while he continued on life carefree and without acknowledging the little family he had left behind on the Sirona Isles.

Ainsley swore to herself that day to never love a man again and should she ever cross path with him again she would make sure he would know why people referred to her as the green witch and did their best to not anger her.

With Shanks being born life turned quiet troublesome. While she loved her son, he had always had been a handful and she had a hard time keeping him from getting into all kinds of plants and ruining her work on accident.

As her son grew up, she did try to teach him the basics of reading, writing and math, as well as the effects of various plants. A tedious task, given Shanks did his best to avoid any kind of lessons, deeming them boring and not interested in plants at all. He preferred adventures and tales about pirates, the sea and treasures.

If Ainsley would still be alive, she would highly disapprove of her sons "career choice". While it had been clear to her that, even if she wished he would, he would never take over the herbal shop and sooner or later wish to go out at sea, she wished he would've at least became a marine or maybe a merchant, but not a pirate.

While not interested in the craft of alchemy/herbalism, Shanks did enjoy a certain song his mother tended to sing/hum. A song Ainsley learned from her own mother and goes the following:

(Listen to this for the melody)

The Witches Road (rewritten by Akki)

Verse 1

Seek ye out the road where shadowed whispers dwell, Summon forth the powers, bound by rune and spell. Oldes fire, dark desire, woven long ago, Breath and bind with heart alinged and watch the magic grow.

Chorus

Down, down, down the road, Down the witches' road. [ 3x ] Lines of fate entwine, Unlock the ancient sign.

Verse 2

Through the hidden forest, under moon's full glow, I stray not from the path, with secrets none may know. Ancient light, lend me sight, and shadows by my side If one should fall, I heed the call, with fire as my guide.

Chorus

Down, down, down the road Down the witches road [ 3x ] Rite of flesh and bone, Seeker, keeper, crone

Verse 3

The road is dark and winding, hidden in the trees, Where all that's wrong is right and all that's bad is good Through twisted trails, where secrets wail, we walk the shadowed code Cast off fear, a door appears, to lead us down the road

Chorus

Down, down, down Down the witches road [ 3x ] Journey deep within, Where mystery begins

#mun talks #look it's me! - ooc #Green mother - Ainsley #//TADA #//there is the lore #//its a bit all over the place and lots of details are missing #//but enjoy the basic idea of her c:#//Might make her a guest muse for those interested #//also yes: I spend a lot of time re-writing that song #headcanons

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quietlyblooms · 1 month ago

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plots please for my whole cast 🤧🫣 if u want!!

plots please | @hehosts

for your academy verse, i think it might be neat to sort of mash up chiyo's modern fantasy verses; originally, she's a witch who is killed and is then brought back as a vampire via her cousin naoki, but if it's something goro is capable of/would do, maybe he brings her back? and then she begins working at the academy as a teacher as one of the conditions of the deal he made with naoki. she's well-versed in spellcasting and has the ability of foresight, and even though she's only recently become aware of the latter, i could see that being a gift that man might be interested in! and yeah, goro's the one who'd be heavily involved at the beginning, but that opens the door to mess with ji-hun and deng, too hehe

you've mentioned that hina wouldn't be able to just allow another woman to get close or romantically involved with ren without butting in bc he's essentially all she has left in terms of family, and i'd loved to explore that tbh! the fact that ren's at the point where he's laid all his cards on the table for chiyo -- that says something, and i'd imagine it's only a matter of time before hina hears about her. chiyo isn't the type to be easily pushed around nor is she necessarily the jealous type, but it'd be really interesting to see how the two react to each other with their differing situations and relationships with ren.

as a small aside because i might forget by the end, i do think it'd be so cute to have chiyo meet kyosuke and ren's mom, too :' )) she's such a family gal that i know her heart would be so warm being around all of them, and i’d love to see how ren feels about it.

i honestly think it'd be interesting if chiyo's met both ji-hun and deng prior to ever meeting that man. running into ji-hun when he's checking in with ren, however brief, and it just keeps happening somehow; deng just appearing by happenstance bc he has business with someone else, but oh? this is that lady the rabbit's fond of! and as the desire to help ren grows, those two pop up more frequently just as chiyo begins to notice that red door, too, and whether it's all mere coincidence or not, it's kinda like she's being tugged in goro's direction. corralled, even. i guess this isn't as much a plot as just an extra detail to play with? so...

let's see chiyo complain to ji-hun about deng and ask how she can get him to leave her alone. she's genuinely kinda scared of him after their little chase; it doesn't matter if she just needs to play with him to avoid danger. she feels like she might actually be at risk.

let's see deng perhaps come to her aid, acting as protector rather than predator bc some dummy tried to attack chiyo on one of her many late night strolls. it'd be an interesting situation and complicated bc on one hand, she's always unsettled by his presence, but on the other hand, she should feel grateful. and you know deng is gonna manage to be at least a lil unhinged about the whole thing asdfg

and finally!! i've got my hands open for ren's au's -- you mentioned his incubus verse the other day, and why not throw chiyo's modern fantasy verse into the mix and indulge in supernatural shenanigans <3 i don't know if this would be the sort of situation in which she could summon him? whether on purpose or mistake asdf but there's that or the shop she runs at night that ren could wander into for a lil magical assistance. and since chiyo has a kny verse in which she's a kakushi, there's ample opportunity to explore their dynamic in that setting. let her tend to his wounds pls <3

#hehosts #oh i yapped a lot asdfgh but you asked for it!!#and i hope some of these sound fun to you hehe <3 #honestly i'm so down to have her interact with everyone -- i love interconnected dynamics :' ))#get ready to ramble | ooc

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toonqueen · 1 year ago

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Duckvember Day 2: Yucky Duck

Wheee this is an idea I’ve had in my head for a while with one of my OC’s verses Liquidator. Working title was ‘Blood Thicker than Water.’ Wheeee.

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“Oh thank goodness you’re here!” Bushroot rushed up to Liquidator as soon as he came through the door of the current Fearsome Five hideout, “Negaduck has been having me keep watch on some creepy witch he captured. I’ve had to watch her all day because Quackerjack and Megavolt couldn’t.”

“Why couldn’t they?” Liquidator was already suspicious of this whole situation, “and which witch?”

“I don’t know, one I haven’t seen before. Blonde. The most terrifying smile! She is some kind of monster!” the plant duck replied as he motioned to lead Liquidator to the room the captive was in, “d-don’t worry about why the others couldn’t be near her. It’s something that won’t affect you or me.”

“Alright….,” Liquidator gave a skeptical tone in that single word. He peered into the room Bushroot had led to him. Inside was some old cage Negaduck had lying around. Inside the cage was a blonde duck. She was wearing a blue dress with red trim. The style could be described as a ballroom dress. The sleeves of the dress were puffy along with the skirt. Both Bushroot and Liquidator were taller than her.

The supposed witch did not seem stressed out about being in a cage. She was sitting on the floor with the fabric of her skirt making a wide circle around her. When she noticed Liquidator she gave him a smile and wave. She then winced like something had pricked her hand. The duck quickly put the injured finger in her bill. Liquidator leaned away from the doorway to be out of her sight before addressing Bushroot.

“There has been a bit of false advertising from you about her. She is not any way how you described her. Why would Negaduck kidnap some woman in a bridesmaid dress?” the water dog questioned the plant duck.

“I-i- don’t know! She was in some kind of fight with Negaduck and he captured her. But- but that cage doesn’t stop any magic if she is really a witch! An-And what if- what if he didn’t defeat her in whatever fight they had. What if she pretended to have him win just to be brought here to do something!” Bushroot replied all worked up. Some considered him the most cowardly of the Fearsome Five, but this paranoia was even a lot for him.

“Okay……,” Liquidator gave another short reply.

“Can you watch her now? I need a break. And she says so many weird things. I can’t take it any longer,” Bushroot confessed as he already turned to walk down the hall, “I’ll be back . I j-just need some fresh air!”

“Well, this is interesting,” Liquidator said to himself before he entered the room with the caged woman.

“Hello!” the blonde duck stayed where she was sitting, “You must be Liquidator?”

“That is correct! The one and only! And who are you? I’m curious as to why our glorious leader captured you,” Liquidator’s tone on ‘glorious’ had some disdain. While Negaduck did come up with some good plans for the team, they didn’t always get along with the brash negaverser.

“My name is Faustina,” she said as she stood up. She held her hand through the bars for a handshake. Since the water bodied criminal did not have any reason to fear her, he obliged, “Oh, that felt a little weird. Neat though! I don’t know why Nega-banana has me captured. Maybe I asked too many questions.”

“Uh huh… and are you a witch?” He asked the most important question.

“Oh yes, definitely,” she replied with dripping sarcasm, “Negaduck believes I'm a mountain biking vampire witch from the future.”

“Right… well I’m keeping an eye on you until Negaduck gets back,” Liquidator stated as he went to sit down on a nearby chair that faced the cage. The keys to the cage sat on an end table beside the chair.

“How does that work?” Faustina questioned as she had both hands at face level holding on to bars of the cage.

“How does what work?”

“Your eyes. You’re all water. How do you see?” the cage witch questioned again.

“I just do! It isn’t your business. Your business is with Negaduck,” Liquidator replied, rather annoyed.

“So it hurt then,” Faustina said rather ominously.

“Bushroot saying you say weird things and Negaduck being annoyed by you asking too many questions does check out,” was Liquidator’s response. He wondered how soon Bushroot would be back.

“It hurt when you became what you are. Right? I’m no scientist but I would think like fleshy cells becoming water wouldn’t be the best feeling. The plant guy probably had it easier. Because the cells still change to something solid just green for him,” Faustina rambled on, “would be kind of horrifying to just like - melt before becoming water. Or feel like you’re drowning and then be relieved when the drowning feeling stopped only to find out you are now the water that was drowning you. Wild.”

“Maybe if you don’t shut your beak or you’ll know how it feels to drown,” the water dog stood from his chair to be more threatening to the captive. She showed no change in emotion. If anything, the smile on her bill became wider.

“Ah, so it does touch a nerve. Do you even have nerves, like do you feel?” she had no intent of stopping her questions. Faustina was not threatened by Liquidator at all. Instead, she kept egging him on, “Since your brain isn’t physically here anymore, how do you retain memories? Do you have memories before you were like this?”

“I’m sure I can find something to tie up your bill around here so you’ll be quiet,” Liquidator threatened as he gave a look around the room. He would even use one of Negaduck’s spare masks if he could find one. Faustina just giggled.

“When there isn’t an actual body, can a soul stay attached to just water?” her voice was lower when she spoke more, “Since I have resurrected people without a body, I wonder if I can just form your body around your watery form…”

“I thought you said you weren’t a witch?” Liquidator spoke as he still looked for something to gag the talkative duck with. He started searching the seat cushions.

“No. I said I am definitely a witch,” she grinned wider. The smile line was coming past the normal corners of her bill mouth. Something was clearly off with this duck, “Just not the type of witch Negs thinks I am. Do you think if I made your old body reform it would be as painful as when you lost it?”

At that moment, Liquidator didn’t even consider if he would really want to be turned back or not. It was the fact she had offered it as a threat that made him react instantly. Without saying a word he went to his more fluid form and splashed through the cage bars. He picked up the would-be witch so she was inside his watery form.

Liquidator did not intend to drown her /completely/, but scare her enough to keep her beak shut. However, she was not scared. Faustina did not struggle like someone drowning in a body of water would. Instead, her whole jaw unhinged. She exposed teeth going further back on the inside of her bill than should have been there. Jagged teeth showed down the sides of her neck. They were razor sharp. She even nicked her own tongue against them, causing a little blood to release like a tiny nuclear cloud.

Instead of struggling with drowning, she went to take a big gulp of water. Liquidator felt the pulling motion of what was about to happen and quickly retreated. He pulled himself through the bars and quickly reformed to his usual upright form.

“Oh, you are exactly as advertised,” was all he could say as he saw the monster girl still grinning in the cage. Her straight wet hair and dress only made her aesthetic more off putting. Faustina stood there for a moment with her jaw still open wide. It now clearly looked like she had two rows of teeth past her normal jaw line. In mere seconds, she closed her mouth and all the monstrous form was hidden once again.

“And now you include a free prize inside,” Faustina giggled. Liquidator made an uncertain face at her statement.

“I’m afraid to ask what you mean by that…,” the water dog replied as he took a few steps back from the cage.

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t resurrect people for free. If you’re good at something, get PAID for it. You know what I mean,” she let out another giggle that sounded like it was in stereo. It was like somewhere else on her body was giggling. For a moment LIquidator thought he saw a line of teeth across the woman’s collarbone. Before we could register what he saw it was back to just normal feathers. The smile on her beak still remained, “You’re going to unlock this cage.”

“I am certainly not. I can see why Negaduck has you in here and you’re going to be in there when he gets back,” Liquidator said while walking towards the keys on the table and picking them up. It took him a moment to realize he was doing so when he had no intention of walking over there. When he was half way walking back to the cage he tried to stop himself, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”

“I’m a blood witch, not a bike witch,” she first started simply. When Liquidator was struggling against coming closer to the cage, the witch raised her hand to give more pull towards her, “apparently the bit of blood from my handshake was not enough to get you under my control. I had to go a little more extreme.”

Liquidator still struggled against what Faustina was making him do. With an aggressive movement of her arm she was able to make Liquidator’s arm stretch out to the cage lock. He inserted the key. When her hand turned, his hand turned the key in the lock. The witch simply pushed open the door and stepped out. The water dog tried to back away from her as she approached.

From Faustina’s wet dress she pulled the smallest mason jar Liquidator had ever seen. She scooped up a bit of water from Liquidator’s outstretched arm and closed the lid on the jar tight.

“I highly recommend not doing any jobs for fae. It was hard to thick up how I was going to get samples from people without blood. Nice to know I can still over power people with some mind games instead. Welp, It’s been swell, but the swellings going down. Hopefully I don’t see you around. Tootles!” and with that Faustina just walked out of the room. She was out of the house before Liquidator could move again.

Liquidator placed the keys back on the table. He locked the cage closed without the witch in there, “And I’m just going to leave before Negaduck blames me for this.”

#duckvember 2023 #duckvember #bushroot #darkwing duck #liquidator #fearsome five #negaduck #faustina de spell

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salvatoraes-moved · 1 year ago

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okay but tell me more about resurrected!legacies!stef because the public (it's me, i'm the public ;P) needs to know: what are his favorite classes? does he have least favorite classes? are there people he gets along with? are there people he avoids at all costs (like dorian williams, maybe)? what is it like for him to enroll into the very school that is named after him?

i'm so late on a response but thank you for asking me this, i never get to talk about this verse so i appreciate you ! honestly, i haven't thought much about how he feels classes wise, because for him that's not that important or as important as trying to be alive again & this time in a different body as well as being a witch. he's more so focused on learning about his new found magic & how he can help people & the school with it. but if he had to pick actual favorite classes, his favorites would be history & probably some kind of potion making or something. he's always been really good at history, always loved it. he know's dates pretty well too ! ( not only because he lived through a lot of it lmao ) he definitely gets along with other students, i feel like even though he's no longer a vampire, he could help mg with his ripper tendencies. i also feel like ethan would be a good friend for him, since i always thought of ethan as the stefan of legacies. & of course he gets along with the twins, his nieces. but he does feel a little weird that he's physically & actually their age now so sometimes he's awkward about that but he still loves them like family. & since hope was the one who brought him back in the first place, he gets along with her pretty well.

as for avoiding people, honestly i don't think he really avoids anyone. even dorian, since they seemed to make peace after he tried to kill stefan lol. but i also think he avoids alaric sometimes because he just doesn't really vibe with how he runs the school & he also feels weird having him as a headmaster. he also avoided seeing his friends & his brother when he first came back, unsure of how'd they react to not only him being alive but in a different body. he feels weird about being enrolled at the school that was named after him but he likes that there's a safe place for supernatural kids to learn & live. he also feels weird about how different the school looks. it was his home for SO long & to see it bigger & full of more bedrooms & students, it definitely takes some time for him to get used to. he was grateful that he was able to get his bedroom back & his stuff that they kept. he also noticed landon wearing some of his shirts & that threw him off ghufdj

#inbox : out.#had to read more this bc i started to ramble lol #long post /#thank you for this!

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🪴. CHARACTER SHEET.

full name. annette louise carli. nicknames. nettie. aliases. pipsqueak, little ghost, teen witch (hawkins au only.) pronouns. she / her height. 4'11″ age. ranges from 17-22 in most verses. she does not live past 28 in her main verse. zodiac. cancer. / july 21. languages. english, american sign language, can guess at latin-based languages (best with italian, not fluent).

physical characteristics.

hair. wildly curly medium brown hair, falls to between her shoulderblades. often pinned up & away. facial hair. n / a. eyes. a warm hazel color, ringed with the greener side of it. large & expressive, with doll-like lashes. usually obscured by her large glasses. skin. fair & freckled. body type. petite, bordering on scrawny. she looks delicate, like a stiff breeze would take her with it. she has very little defined shape, just enough to only be noticeable with a large skirt. voice. soft & stuttered. she's lived her whole life seen & not heard, which makes her using even a normal level voice an uncomfortable task. her voice isn't unpleasant, but rarely heard. dominant hand. right. posture. good, but methodically diminuitive. scars. many. little ones on her face, long scars across her upper arms, some around her ankles, one across her left palm. each of her fingertips are marred & warped by scarring. usually hidden by clothes & makeup. birthmarks. small beauty mark on her right cheek, near the outer corner of her eye. noticeable features. large, dollish eyes; freckles; her glasses.

childhood.

place of birth. unsure. hometown. none, really, due to the constant moving in her childhood. siblings. effectively none. she has a little brother, luca, who she has not seen since he was around five or six. she doubts he remembers her. their father took luca when he left, & annette cannot recall luca's appearance. parents. meredith carli, mother. a busy, strict woman who loathes what her daughter seemingly represents -- the loss of her husband & son, the inconvenience of dealing with a less-than-perfect child, etc. she would love nothing more than to be rid of annette, though she equally relies on the girl to keep house. samuele carli, father. was absent when he was around, to the point that annette does not remember anything of detail about him. she figures it must be her fault he left.

adulthood.

occupation. assistant librarian. current residence. verse dependent. close friends. within an isolated canon? none. & even in the verses that she has friends, she would not know if she'd call them close friends -- half due to guilt & half due to insecurity. financial status. mostly comfortable. license. no. vices. self-isolation. neglecting herself. on occasion she has been known to bake for hours on end, trying to pretend she has control. depending on her situation, she may "accidentally" burn the side of her hand to ground herself.

sex & romance.

orientation. asexual demiromantic. emotional role & sexual style. if annette can tell she's developing any sort of romantic feelings for someone, she tends not to do anything about it other than maybe retreat & blush when interacting with them. she doesn't always trust that other people can feel that way about her, so she needs a lot of reassurance. this goes for affection, as well, as she is very unsure & clumsy with that. love language. quality time & gift giving. less conventionally, she isn't very physically affectionate, but much like a cat she just ... likes to see what someone is doing. be close but not touching. proximity is big. relationship tendencies. annette is very insecure in relationships -- she needs lots of reassurance, & while she is easily overwhelmed by both physical & verbal affection, she is also wildly touch-starved. she is not accustomed to people wanting to be around her.

misc.

theme. little miss why so by the amazing devil, probably. or two by sleeping at last. hobbies. reading. writing. piano. baking. left or right brained. typically right-brained, though she usually uses her logic to support whatever creative or fanciful ideas she has. self confidence level. below zero.

#✽ ➝ about. ❜#long post /

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🎻👉🏽👈🏽

THOUGHTS FOR STEIN:

honestly i am ROLLING with raine being a weapon. violin crossbow is so funny && your brain is huge. i actually think raine would be a little older than stein but this works well too tbh, there's something really interesting about like... a parallel between spirit n stein as a weapon-meister pair && raine n eda. maybe there's even someeeee mentorship. maybe,,,, i actually think raine could've been a young teacher at the dwma when stein was a student, && now they're both teachers, so THAT'S fun. i feel like a team-up is in order at some point. raine n eda had a falling out at some point so raine doesn't have a current meister, hence why they're just kinda... stuck working at the school. also i think something that's fun for them is they both have their Things™ outside of collecting souls — stein with science && raine with music. i just think that's neat. stein reminds me of a slightly more fucked up darius && i think raine would get a kick out of fondly annoying him. like the way an older sibling screws with a younger one. with all this said give me blackstar too. feral children for raine.

THOUGHTS FOR VEX && GILMORE:

i still haven't seen tlovm (it's at the top of my watch list tho) so i have been scouring the wiki a little but immediate thoughts are: vex && raine half-elf moments... ok actually wait the further i dig the more interesting this gets. what if raine was living in syngorn... they were probably one of the only other half-elves there, working in a library or something... anyway i just (clenches my fists) care a lot about raine being a historian && their library being a sanctuary for all, no matter what verse so anyway... something something raine being one of the only people to be really accepting && maybe they were something of a mentor... one singular friend... i am vibing with this but u tell me if i'm totally off track. as for gilmore, i adore him i've written with a gilmore on another blog before && i just think he's neat, raine thinks he's hilarious, i think they would be besties. like stein, he's probably another one that raine enjoys lovingly annoying. pov ur shaun gilmore && raine whispers is standing outside ur shop playing their violin bc you have a bet going that they'll be able to attract more customers (this bet is one-sided. you did not agree to this.) again tell me if i'm being insane i don't know these characters.

THOUGHTS FOR MIRABEL:

i have to shove all my characters at mira because i love her. put her in toh right now. the madrigals are witches && she was born without magic. raine is teaching her bard magic anyway. raine taught her how to play the accordion. this was too easy. next question.

PLOT & DYNAMIC BRAINSTORMING.

#i have no thoughts on the collector. they are a delightful character but i am so head empty when it comes to plots w them #crossovers ONLY in this house.#also i havent seen strange world yet but when i do im sure i'll have ideas for searcher #bastardzrus #out of.#ask.

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wistrea · 1 month ago

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@wonder-winged sent: blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. (swap) - from Archangel.

ruination was an all too familiar of a language, well practiced 'pon a sharpened silver tongue; the aftermath, however, has never been quite as easy to swallow. neither should be, she supposed, but she is more well versed in battle because that is what she was made for. the hand that gave her a knife whilst pretending it was there to feed. there is a strange line between not wanting to let others see you bleed, and trying to convince humans that you were humane in a way that would satisfy them. then, maybe they would cease their useless quarrels. she was used to fighting. it might be the only constant in her life. what is not quite familiar to her, however, is the company of another amidst this dance into the fray once more.

the sight of crimson 'pon warren's visage is something she manages to notice once things have calmed down, and a small frown appeared on the witch's face. she is silent as she walked, as though she did not want even the earth to know that she was still there, in the direction of wings.

the arm of her uniform is already torn from the previous, she figured there was no harm in staining it. the witch leaned up to wipe some of the blood from his cheek with her sleeve. ❛ you've got a little something on your face. ❜ kira explained, glancing up at him, before her eyes returned to ridding him of the crimson stain 'pon his own visage. ❛ it's not bleeding anymore, don't worry. you're not injured anywhere else, are you? healing magic's not my forte, but i can work magic with a band aid if you need. ❜

#wonder-winged #hi i hope this is ok!!#tysm for sending this hehehe >:]#[ 𝐢. ] answered › i spoke destruction into the world and i could not take it back.#[ 𝐢𝐢. ] in character › i’ve no more kept my warmth than blood upon the snow.#[ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ] marvel › i'm gonna be nobody's soldier.

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deathcapyandex · 6 months ago

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The Mundane In Macabre - c1

[the mundane in macabre chapter one]

Life out in a desert city would be expected to be pretty drab, it's hot and hardly anything interesting happens in the dessert.

Well that's only partially true for a city like night vale. Strange, unordinary and even supernatural things happen all the time.

For a regular citizen of night vale, all these things happening just about every day is the ordinary, though. You get used to multicolored hovering spheres, hooded figures, cadavers and the like when you see it so often.

The longer you live here the more numb you grow to it rather than try to make sense of it. You even start to find where and how you fit in. The weird and mundane sort of macabre life in night vale starts to feel pretty homey after a while.

Of course having a radio host like Cecil Palmer and his wonderful voice does help quite a bit. He has a great way of just, making things so much less worrisome.

Turns out this town is even pretty welcoming and open to all sorts of magic practices, so witches and pagans fit right in no problem.

In fact that was what gave me the opportunity to open up my apothecary and nursery, there's all sorts of characters in night vale looking for plenty of assorted plants and medicines.

Though, some people do come in requesting really odd things. Just last week some guy came in asking for some tonic that would reattach his grandmothers severed head. We don't sell those but I'm sure someone who is more versed in the dark arts would have a spell for that.

I suggested burying her six feet deep and waiting to see if she comes back as a zombie, but he didn't take it very well. Instead he bought a flowering cactus.

I've been thinking about paying the station for airtime so Cecil will advertise my shop, to hear him say "visit sparrow at the nesting garden, home to health and plant care".

I might think more on that actually... I could do better for an advertising pitch, I'm sure of it.

A few hooded figures visited yesterday too, but when I say visited, I mean they didn't really enter, they just stood outside. It was a little menacing at first, but they weren't hurting anything so I just shrugged it off.

I did find a box outside where they were when I closed up, still haven't opened it. I put it under the counter, but maybe I should open it? It would be rude to leave a gift unopened wouldn't it? Or...maybe I'll just keep it closed a bit longer to be safe.

I keep a radio behind me at the counter so I can listen to Cecil's program when things get slow, and they usually are. It's currently on the weather, which means I'll be closing for the evening and heading home soon.

I'll do a round of watering and misting before I start my closing routine. Some plants and herbs need very attentive care.

I think that's all today. Oh, I have a new customer, catch you later!

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv fanfic #wtnv fandom #wtnv fic #welcome to night vale fic #welcome to night vale fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #self insert #self indulgent #self insert fanfiction #self insert fic #self insert fanfic #wtnv fanfiction #wtnv self insert #self indulgent fic #self indulgent fanfic #sparrows fics

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pastballads · 2 years ago

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Wishlist for: Kouki, Nise, and Ashley !

Wishlist Meme. | Accepting. | @triplev

Good question!

For Kouki

A plot that always bounces back into my mind is him mingling or going head-to-head with shonen protag and antag-style characters, magical boys/girls, superheroes and supervillains- characters like that.

"Why do you want that specific plot?", you might ask. "Kouki is a reckless, selfish, impulsive monster child with a temper, caring only about what he wants to do."

About two-ish years ago, Kouki had a fairly-active verse where he was basically the mascot/adoptive little brother of a magical boy team and it was fun. Before that, he was a BNHA OC that I specifically made to have spicy fights and challenge muses to push their superpowered limits.

Just like anyone else, he has his flaws. He's not a bad kid, and he brings some damn good things to the table. Namely, he's quick on his feet, great at improvising, and pays close attention to people's personalities so he can work them. With the right folks, it becomes an iron-sharpens-iron relationship. Sure, he's a pacifist, but he'll spar with friends and show 'em what happens when superheated energy meets a sealed ramune bottle. Yes, he'll mooch food off them, but he'll show them the best hole-in-the-wall restaurants around. If they're incredibly fast or can fly, he'll put them to the test, even if it means egging them on.

For Nise

I'd love Nise to meet other yokai. Better yet, I'd love it if he encountered a full-blooded tanuki or a kitsune. As a half-blooded descendant of Danzaburou-danuki of Sado, his mother raised him on kori no tatakai, old battles of kitsune and tanuki retold as stories. Among those, Danzaburou came up often, with many stories ending upon the challenging kitsune's death. Tales of malevolent kitsune told by family warped his perception further while growing up, leaving Nise bigoted toward them and opening the door for modern-day kori no tatakai.

At the same time, however, normal tanuki might have a problem him. After all, a half-yokai using the name of Danzaburou, who is a folk hero, as a criminal alias would understandably leave a bad taste in their mouth."

For Ashley

Putting it bluntly, Ashley is... hard to think of ideas for due to how rarely I use her. That, and how she is as a person. She's often incredibly antisocial, serious, and irritable, really only interested in... well, her interests.

Best I can say for a thread idea on her wishlist is her meeting horror muses, monsters, and the like. More than likely due to a backfired summoning spell or them breaking in. Alternatively, witches and other magic users seeking her out, and maybe her stumbling across them while out gathering ingredients for her potions.

#{Found Sheets | Answered}#{Out of Odes | OOC}#{Kouki wishlist}#{Nise wishlist}#{Ashley wishlist}

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frozenfischer · 1 year ago

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Observing Valor's less than enthused reaction to the idea of only being able to create a temporary portal, Alex tilted her head, frowning a little in confusion. "Are... you worried that once one can be opened, that it can't be opened again, even if it's temporary?" That at least would make sense, particularly if Flicker wasn't with Valor when the portal opens. And without knowing how long a portal could be held open...

Humming, Alex gave a shrug. "It makes sense to me, at least. But then again, I don't know the extent of your history."

She paused, her expression becoming more serious as Valor began further explaining, and she leaned forward in her seat, propping her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands and pressing her fingers against her mouth.

"... You know, somehow I'm not... surprised," She admitted quietly. "That some form of magical cloning exists, I mean." She leaned back, shaking her head. "Cloning technology exists here, too. It's just... not well received in general even with animals, and considered taboo to use with humans. Something about trying to play god or other crap like that."

She took a deep breath, shaking her head. "I'm not the type of person to really hold with the whole moral argument about 'real' verses 'fake' people. You are a person. You have thoughts, and feelings. Opinions. The circumstances of your 'birth' or 'creation' or however you want to call it has no bearing on who you are."

Lifting her gaze to meet the witch in front of her. "You're Valor. The person who chased off the person attacking me, and the one who healed me when I was hurt. You literally took me, someone you barely knew, up flying with you because you worried that I'd be attacked walking home late at night."

Pausing, Alex offered Valor a smile. "And hey, I already knew you weren't human. So what if the kind of witch you are is different than other witches by virtue of having a different origin, of being made of 'components' different than the other people around you? That doesn't change the kind of person you are."

A moment was needed as Alex could feel herself ramping up into an even longer rant, and she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Sorry, just... I guess it needed to be said. So no, I'm not going to think differently of you. I may not have had a chance to have a lot of practice, so my handle on healing may not be the best, but I'll do what I can if you or your sibling get hurt since you don't have a lot of options."

She gave a weak laugh, followed by a lopsided smile. "'Preventing attempted murder', but yeah. You're right. Who knows. I don't tend to believe in fate, but..." But maybe they were meant to meet. It's a nice thought, at least.

Valor frowned. "That's . . . true." He didn't really like the thought of just coaxing a temporary portal open though, unless they could stabilize it for a good portion of time. He'd had the people who originally took him in and helped him figure things out for a year in the Boiling Isles, and he had Will here in the human realm for five so far. While he very much wanted to see Vine and Nova again, he didn't want to potentially get stuck there and lose Will in the process. Or Valerie for that matter! Especially since they wouldn't have the technology to force another temporary portal open from that side. He wanted to keep both.

The thought of witches having originally come from humans made Valor pause. "I've . . . never thought about that before. It would explain why we look so similar." Huh. If there had been a time long ago in the past where a lot of humans had crossed over, potentially if a portal had opened up in or near a human village . . . It was possible, certainly. Though the implications of that . . . Huh.

He did relax somewhat as she reassured him that she wouldn't judge, that who he was was more important. ". . . Thanks. It's just . . . grimwalkers are the kinds of things used in horror stories back in the Boiling Isles, and they're not exactly a normal thing in the human realm, either, so I just . . . want to be sure."

He took a breath, and started to explain. "Grimwalkers are . . . a created species, first and foremost. That's why there's only two of us, maybe three, because my uncle is the only one creating them anymore. He's probably the only one left that even knows how, considering the fact that they've more or less fallen into legend by now.

"Specifically, we're clones, usually from people that have already died since one of the ingredients is a bone from whoever we were cloned from. So a lot of the stories tend to depict us as zombie-like even though . . ." he gestured down at himself, "that's obviously not true."

That part done and dealt with, he perked up as he continued to explain, "But we also have materials from other creatures which make us different from whatever creature we were cloned from. We're unaffected by some pretty high temperatures, because one of the creatures lived in a much hotter climate and the other lives in the Boiling Sea that the Boiling Isles are named for. And I'm wearing my contacts now but I'm pretty sure I had my glasses last time? The magenta eyes aren't exactly normal for witches, either. And we don't have a pulse, because instead of a heart we have what's more or less a magic stone, and it keeps blood flowing at a constant rate."

He chuckled. "Makes it kind of tough to go to the doctor." Usually they just had to be very careful about not getting sick and hope that when they did, whatever they caught wouldn't be a serious threat to their health. Maybe a doctor from the Boiling Isles would be able to help somewhat, but from the human realm? Unless it was a physical injury, they'd be entirely out of their depth, and from what he'd heard checking the heart rate was common for even routine doctor's visits, so he'd be immediately outed as something wrong.

"Hesitant to reach out doesn't mean not good," Valor pointed out. "I mean, if you get the feeling of me as a good person, then I'm an example of that as well. I didn't get to see you being distant, and you didn't get to see the walls I usually put up." He snorted, repeating something Alex had joked from their second meeting. "Nothing says bonding like attempted murder."

#❄ the frozen heart [post pacifist verse] ❄#goldenbeastkeeper #🪄 Sworn to Valor [Valor] 🪄

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✨Juniper Hazel Thorne✨

NAME juniper hazel thorne AGE 17-34, usually early 20s ORIENTATION bisexual, biromantic PRONOUNS she/her NATIONALITY american SPECIES human (sometimes technically a zombie or a witch) PROFESSION varies by verse, usually a cashier or similar work STATUS single and possibly undead MYERS-BRIGGS estj-a FACE ashley moore, alexandra shipp

PERSONAL HISTORY

Content Warnings: fratricide, deals with the devil, character buried alive, zombies, mild body horror (detached/uncontrolled limbs)

If JR had listened to even half the stories their mother told them on those muggy autumn evenings, he would’ve known better than to make a deal with the Devil. He would’ve known the price he’d pay would always be all you have and more still. He would’ve known nothing’s ever worth the Devil’s asking price.

And, frankly, if JH had listened better to the other half of those stories, she would’ve known better than to stick her nose in other people’s business.

The second of five children, Juniper Hazel grew up happy despite her family’s hardships. Large and loving, if sometimes missing parts of itself, the Thorne family was a generally happy one. At least until the unthinkable happened, and a seeming fit of murderous rage annihilated a whole family in one fell swoop. The first victim of the night remains its only survivor, Juniper Hazel herself. Attacked by her older brother and buried in the yard, Juniper dug her way out of her own grave, realizing by morning that her home had been burned down while the rest of her family slept within it.

Allowing herself to be assumed dead—and not unreasonably so—Juniper fled her small hometown in the south and hitched her wagon to all points anywhere. She travels from place to place, afraid to put roots down lest history repeat itself. JR was never caught, maybe never even suspected; it’s not like she stuck around long enough to find out, and it haunts her still to know what her brother did.

In the original lore…

Juniper Hazel joins a traveling circus and attached freak show, where she performs only in the ghoulish after hours show dismembering herself live over and over again. In this version of events, Juniper Hazel is aware of her powers but not their extent; Juniper Hazel, you see, cannot die. Her limbs live on, even dismembered, and she can reattach them quite easily—though they don’t always obey her, especially if they’ve been recently detached. She does not know how many body parts or even which ones can be taken away and put back together, nor does she know if she can survive being killed.

In most verses here…

Juniper retains her power, but not always the knowledge of it, depending on the demands of the verse. I’m willing to alter her powers to make roleplay more interesting, and generally ditch her time in the circus by instead having her travel around to different magic markets sometimes, where she’ll read fortunes (or at least bluff really, really well) and work odd jobs doing whatever’s necessary to stay afloat.

Regardless:

Juniper is in danger, as her brother’s end of his bargain was never fulfilled—all thanks to her. And if he gets wind that his little sister is alive…there’s no telling what he’ll do, especially all these years later.

#on the wrong side of the dirt

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snowblossomreads · 2 years ago

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Verse One: I Was Dead When I Woke Up This Morning

Summary: Dreams are where we go to escape our worst nightmares. So why do they follow us there sometimes? In where an almost familiar scenario plays out for [Y/n].

Pairing: Severus Snape x FemReader

Warning(s): Nightmares, Violence, Derogatory Name Calling, Reference to Cruciatus Curse, Murder via the Avada (sorta?), Angst, Comfort, Fluff(?)

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Hello! I hope you all are buckled in and ready for some wildness. The warnings for this chapter are quite tame but I can assure you they escalate very quickly (there are only seven chapters of course). I hope you stick around for the adventure and I would very much like your feedback (unless you're a content karen). Anyways enjoy and I'll see you at the end 💖

No. No. No. This could not be happening. Not again.

She should have stayed inside like she had been asked to. It was to keep her safe but to also make sure he wasn’t put in jeopardy if anything were to happen to her. But she didn’t listen to him of course.

The one time she decided to act on her desires after he had promised to keep her safe as long as she listened to him just happened to be the time that she was being followed unbeknownst to her.

It was all a blur what happened. One moment she was minding her business walking to one of the muggle markets he had brought her to one day, and then the next thing she knew, she was being forcefully dragged into an alleyway. And before even comprehending what was going on, she found herself being sidelong apparated by the person or persons who grabbed her.

With how quickly everything had happened, she couldn’t even think to protest when her hands were suddenly bound behind her back and she was sat forcefully in a chair.

Distressed at the current predicament, she couldn’t help but let question upon question race through her mind even as they jumbled together.

Where in Merlin’s name was she because other than the four dark wooden walls that surrounded them she couldn’t identify where she had been taken to.

And also who were the two men in front of her and how had she not noticed them following her? She had been an Auror once and if there was one thing she learned, it was how to spot if someone was stalking her.

But it seemed that her training was outdated considering her bound hands. And maybe she didn’t notice them because she was too pleased with the fresh air and items that she had gotten that she wanted to show to him.

Or maybe it was the excellent produce she had bought that made her think about the nice dinner she would be able to make for them both. Regardless there were consequences. And it seemed like her punishment was almost a repeat of something that had happened in a distant past. Almost.

“Had enough now sweetheart?”

One of the men asked with a nasally voice as he circled her now fallen form which was suffering the effects of a particularly nasty round of the Cruciatus curse. A little whimper escaped her throat as he neared her so that she could see the dirt covered boots he was wearing.

“Think you want to tell us now if our good friend Snape is a traitor or would you prefer us to have another go at ya.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she panted out as she trembled from the residual effects of the curse. Each breath she took stung her lungs and her chest felt so heavy that she could barely answer let alone concentrate on the words leaving her.

“Well, looks like she’s up for another round!”

The voice of the other man in the room had a deeper quality and carried a much too enthused tone as he egged on the man closest to her.

“It does seem that way doesn’t it?” The nasally voice man replied, wand pointed and at the ready as he eyed her trembling form on the ground.

“But, I’ll give you one more chance, little witch. Tell us what you know and we'll let you go or suffer."

Mustering all the strength that hadn’t been sapped away from the curse, [Y/n] twisted her features into the most ferocious sneer she could before spitting out,

“I don’t know who you are or why you want me to lie on him but I won’t do it. If you want a confession you will have to ask him yourself!”

If he was surprised by her sharp words, he didn’t give any indication of it other than raising an eyebrow briefly before the neutral look he had been wearing returned.

On the other hand, the laughter of his friend who had just been observing the whole time seemingly not interested in joining in on the fun himself could be heard reverberating off the wooden walls.

“Wow! I’m surprised she still has some spirit to act as if she’s got the upper hand aren’t you, Colwell?” His words filled with malicious mirth as he stalked over to her fallen form and the man who he referred to as Colwell.

A little grunt left Colwell as his still unnamed friend pushed passed and got down on one knee before her. Titling his head so that he could look directly at her, his hand shot out to grab her face causing her to yelp in surprise while attempting to pull away from him. It was useless as he had an iron grip on her cheeks squeezing them until she felt his nails digging into her causing a wince to cross her face.

“Keep that up sweetheart.”

A maniacal almost deluded grin stretched across his face as he examined her features along with a glint in his eyes that had her stomach knotting in unease.

“You’ll need it if you want to get through what we have in store for you.”

The wild smirk lingered on his features as he carelessly shoved her face back onto the ground ignoring her pained cry as he used her head as some sort of leverage as he pushed himself off the ground.

“Come on Colwell make the little bitch scream it’s what she deserves isn’t it? It was his fault after all.”

He nodded in agreement at that and turned his head back to [Y/n] who was still weakly glaring at him through the pain that thrummed in her skull. Unfazed and his wand still pointed in her direction he simply shrugged uncaringly.

“Well since you don’t want to tell us what we want willingly, let’s rip it out of you shall we?”

Heart dropping as she watched him bring his wand up and prepare to unleash another round of the torture curse, [Y/n] found herself slamming her eyes shut and balling into herself in an attempt to steel herself against the onslaught of the curse.

All she could do was pray that it would end soon and that someone… anyone would hear her screams of pain and come to help, but she wouldn’t hold her breath on that as she doubted they were anywhere near civilization.

No one would hear her screams and it briefly dawned on her that this place and these men were probably going to be the last thing she would ever see. The thought brought the unshed tears that had been hidden down throughout the ordeal dangerously close to spilling as she waited…and waited...and waited.

Yet when moments passed by in relative silence, and she found that her body hadn’t been ravaged by the agonizing burning stabs courteous of the torture curse, she cautiously reopened her eyes.

And she and apparently neither of the men who had taken and tortured her had been expecting to see the figure cloaked in black standing at the entrance of whatever shack they were in.

Even from her position on the ground across the room from him, she could see and feel the rage that was radiating off of him. And she was sure if she was close enough, she would be able to see how black eyes were all but glittering with murderous intent that both of the men seemed to have noticed considering the sudden change in stance both had taken.

This she didn’t notice, too busy trying to blink back the tears that had begun to stream down her features. Her heart, which had been pounding earlier from fear and panic, was racing again. But this time because there was a glimmer of hope of getting out of the situation she was in. He had come for her.

“S-Severus.”

Voice cracking as she whimpered his name out only to be met with Colwell whipping his head back around to her and barking a harsh,

"Shut up!" Causing her to flinch and ball up.

“Not another move Colwell.” Severus hissed out icy and cold the opposite of the burning hostility that was raging in him at the moment.

She watched as his eyes flashed with a hot fury that could probably kill as he took a step forward, his wand already drawn causing the other men to step back in tandem. Yet even seeing his rage and the way he was prowling towards them ready to end them, both men seemed almost unfazed. They seemed giddy almost?

“Look at who's come to save the day Ms.[Y/n].” The man who was not Colwell gleefully crooned, throwing that same nasty grin back to her before looking at Severus. “Your m-”

“Shut up Poults,” Severus hissed, finally putting a name to the other man as he turned his wand on Poults, while an animalistic sneer marred his face.

“Shut up and let her go or this place will be the last thing you will ever see!”

“Temper temper Severus!” Colwell threw back, self-assurance alive and well in his voice regardless of having a wand turned on him.

And it was fair considering he currently had his own wand still pointed [Y/n] whose eyes hadn’t left Severus' form until she saw the flash of the wand still aimed at her.

“Don’t for a second think this isn’t your fault Snape!” Venom dripped from each word that he spat out like a bitter tasting medicine while his eyes were still fixed on her. He looked more deranged than he had been moments before with pupils dilated and eyes almost unfocused as he glared at her.

“This is what happens when you run into the arms of the enemy and try to pass the blame on others. I know a little backstabber when I see one and it’s a shame the Dark Lord couldn’t tell.”

She watched Colwell’s grip tighten around the wand as he rattled off his speech and while his words were directed toward Severus, he never made a move to look away from her. Perhaps when it’s a two against one and the odds seem in your favor, it was easy to have your back turned on an undeniably skilled wizard.

“Enough with your delusions Colwell!” Severus snapped back. “We all knew it was you who was working with the Ministry and it was only time before you were caught so enough with your poor attempts to play innocent and let her go.”

“Let her go or what Snape?” A cold cackle left Poults as he spoke and while she couldn’t see his face as her view was being blocked, she could tell from the tone of his voice he wasn’t very concerned either. Why? Why were they so confident?

“You’ll fight us, is that right? The man who always slithers away from confrontation when needed most is going to fight us? What a delight that is from such a,” Poults stopped in mid-sentence as the tension in the room suddenly exploded and became even more suffocating especially to [Y/n] who couldn’t see what was happening.

Everything was at a standstill riding on the words Poults had not yet expressed. Silence overtook the room and the only noise that could be heard at the moment was her labored breathing and the creak of the wooden panels below them. And then he spoke with a grin on his face, breaking any peace that would be had.

“Coward.”

It set off a chain reaction of spells being viciously thrown at Poults from Snape and then vice versa as Poult defended himself and threw them right back at each other.

The sound of wood splintering at the impact of the spells and falling to the ground had [Y/n] curling tightly into herself and Colwell turning back to watch what was happening in case he needed to join.

Grunts and curses were shouted until something else was yelled across the room that had her blood freezing and her eyes snapping back open.

“Do it Colwell! Do it now!” Poults’ voice suddenly echoed loud across the room the second both he and Severus had stopped to assess one another. Severus’ eyes widened as they landed on [Y/n] and being caught off guard by what he saw he barely had time to dodge a curse being thrown at him.

It was the distraction that was needed as Colwell turned around at his partner's command.

“Sorry, princess.” The maniacal grin that had slipped from Colwell’s features earlier as he watched the duel between the two men returned in full force when he looked at her and she knew it was over for her. “Looks like time's up.”

Eyes wide and darting between him and Severus who had frozen at the words, a high pitched terrified scream was unconsciously ripped from her.

“Severus!”

The last thing she heard was the call of her name in response and her screams before a brilliant emerald light enveloped her vision and everything went black for a moment.

“[Y/n]!”

How strange. That voice, it was Severus' voice. But how could she still hear him? She was dead, wasn't she?

"[Y/n]! Wake up!"

She could still hear his voice frantically calling out to her as she thrashed about in the covers that felt like restraints around her due to her mind still being foggy from the restless sleep. Even as her eyes snapped open and she saw a different setting than the one that was in her dreams it took her a few moments to realize she wasn’t dead.

The yell of her name finally dragged her out of the nightmare, but not before a strangled cry ripped from her throat as she sat upright on the bed with such force that it caused her to become even more disoriented.

Pupils dilated and face damp with tears and sweat from the adrenaline, she looked wildly around the dim room with wide eyes and a rapidly beating heart.

Her head kept whipping around as if she was searching for the perpetrators that had been in her dreams hurting her and she was making herself dizzier with each turn not even stopping to look at the man sitting up next to her now.

Shaking hands gripped the cover bunched around her, and it wasn’t until she felt his fingers wrap gingerly around her forearm did she look up to see him. Dark eyes shone in the dim room, and a worried gaze was cast her way as he gently brushed her arms in a somewhat soothing manner. As if her heart had traveled to her throat, a little lump formed in it as she realized she was not lying on a grime covered floor nor was she being tortured.

And even though relief instantly flooded through her body at the sight of him, she still couldn’t push down the dread that was still balled in her stomach.

“You won’t let them hurt me?”

It was a question that haunted her because she knew he wouldn’t let them hurt her. He had promised her, but at what cost? Before she knew it, she was throwing herself at him with a loud cracking wail of,

“S-Severus!”

Arms wrapping around his shoulders, she buried her face into the crook of his neck as little cries wracked her trembling body.

“I’m so s-sorry !” Each word punctured by a hiccup and sob as she all but begged for forgiveness for something that hadn’t actually happened. “I couldn’t do anything, I'm so sorry! It was my fault!”

His brow furrowed at that and before he knew it, he was pulling her closer to him, a comforting hand finding home on her lower back and on the nape of her neck.

“Oh love, what do you mean?” His voice vibrated in her chest giving her some comfort as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. “Was it something in your dream?”

She nodded as best as she could with her head buried away. Arms tightening around his shoulders, she spoke and even though her words were muffled he could still make them out.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t careful, almost got you in trouble they were-they were,” her voice trailed off and she could feel her breathing increasing in speed at the attempt to articulate what had happened in that dream but she couldn't because it was too hard…too distressing.

It squeezed her heart painfully tight, tighter than the way she was clinging onto him, terrified he would disappear. Just the thought of how he might feel if he ever saw her lifeless body on some floor miles away from home caused her heart to ache and another wail to escape her lips. Her arms tightened around him again seeking to be as close as possible to him never wanting to be away from the safety and comfort he made her feel. As she cried, Severus continued to shush her, rocking her a bit as he felt the wet tears dampen his shoulder.

“Hush now it was all a dream, you are safe,” he finally murmured in his softest voice after she had calmed down.

Feeling him place a kiss on her head, a little whimper left her throat when he began to pull her away from him. Damp puffy eyes greeted his black ones that held concern in them as he studied her tear-stained face before bringing a hand up to wipe away the stray tears. A shaky sigh parted her lips as he cupped her cheek and she couldn’t help but nuzzle the palm of his hand relishing in the contact.

“I was so scared,” she finally whispered, looking at him with shimmering wet eyes, her voice quivering as she spoke. “He was going to kill me, he was going to do it right in front of you!”

The deep frown that had been growing on his features seemed to deepen as she told him what happened. From her happily going into the muggle village to her being tortured for information about what he had been up to.

And then when the tears begin to fall again, she felt his arms wrap around her bringing her into a tight comforting hug while letting her snuggle into the crook of his neck.

“Oh [Y/n] I’m so sorry you had such a terrible dream,” he murmured while placing a hand on the back of her head as he cradled the distraught woman. “But it was just a dream that’s all. I promised I wouldn’t let you be harmed, do you remember?”

Nodding ‘yes’ as best she could with her face buried into his neck, she turned her head a little to peek up at him.

“B-but, I don’t want you to get hurt either.” Voice cracking and going up an octave as an anxious frown began painting itself on her lips.

Her chest began to constrict and her breathing began to become quick and shallow again at the dark swirling thoughts that were trying to overtake her mind.

But before she could continue traveling down the road that would lead her to spiral out of control again, she was abruptly shaken out of it when she felt herself being maneuvered so that her face was in direct sight of him.

Mouth opening to ask what he was doing, her words were swallowed by Severus as he pressed his lips softly against hers. Blinking back the tears that had tried to return during her meltdown, [Y/n] found herself frozen for a moment before responding to the touch by gently kissing him back.

Their arms that were wrapped around one another tightened as she let out a sigh while letting him guide the act that was quelling the fear that had constricted her heart. His lips were unbelievably soft against hers as she leaned into him when she felt his hand cup the back of her head pressing her closer.

Eyes fluttering close she felt like she was melting into him, intoxicated by the feel and weight of him against her. It did wonders to quell her. Made her limbs that had been a trembling mess still and quieted her mind that had been stormy with the memories of that nightmare.

The wings of butterflies felt like they were fluttering in her stomach as he nibbled her bottom lip before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. His lips worked against her languidly as he pulled back only for a moment before diving back down to meet her.

Her hands clenched needily at his back as she pressed up against him wanting to be as close to him as physically as possible. Their chests brushed against one another as they tangled themselves around each other.

And in the dimly lit room, the only noise that could be heard was the sound of soft breaths and lips meeting each other over and over. A warm comfortable weight upon them rather than the cold oppressiveness of a horrid dream that was all but forgotten at this point.

It was so nice, so soothing and she never wanted it to end. Never wanted to be without him and it was the only thought in her mind as she clung to him.

Feeling him pull back away from her again, a tiny sigh emitted from her as she waited to feel him against her again. Her eyes were heavy not with tears of fear but with drowsy comfort and she could barely open them to gaze up at him when he didn't lean down for another kiss.

Instead, she felt his hands begin to unwrap her arms from around him. He was unhurried and careful with the task just as he was always with important things in life. A steadying hand was placed on her back as he maneuvered her an arm's length away from him and she wanted to protest but she was so sleepy.

So she watched him feeling as if her mind and body were detached as he adjusted himself so that he was laying back down and with a little pull, she was by his side. Head placed so she could bury her face in his neck, and his arm around her shoulder so that he could bring her close.

Curling her body so that she fit just perfectly in his side, a muted noise of contentment was the only thing she could let out as her eyes drifted close at the feeling of being encompassed by him. She felt protected. Safe.

“I’ll always protect you, my love,” his voice, dark, silky, caressed her ears. The low vibrations she felt in her body from his voice pacified her as they rumbled through her body penetrating her being. “No one can hurt you or me, they will never touch you, do you know why?”

“Why?” Her voice was barely audible in the quiet room. It took every ounce of willpower to form a word as her mind shut off while her body and soul were being lulled into tranquil slumber.

“Because you are mine sweet girl, and I love you.”

There was a soft hum of agreement and a nod of her head, or so she thought as she was so sapped of energy she had barely twitched.

“Always yours, love you.”

It was the last thing she had the strength to say before letting rest consume her and letting sleep win a fight that she was happy to lose. [Y/n] laid against him silently, her only movements now were the steady rise and fall of her sleeping form which contrasted the thrashing and crying from earlier.

Turning his head, Severus’ gaze settled on her. And while her face was partially buried into his side he could still watch and admire her features in the dim lighting. She had become softer, more delicate with each passing day she was with him and he selfishly loved how she clung to him. Just as she was now and just like she had done when her dream felt too real, too familiar.

Had she changed since being with him? Yes, but it was for the better and he was sure she would agree wholeheartedly if he asked her about it though she did have her stubborn moments he found equally endearing. As he thought about this, thought about her, he lazily reached his hand over to his wand, and once he had it, he darkened the room with a swish.

With a little hum, he placed it back down and leaned down kissing the crown of her head once more before whispering the last words of the night to her.

“Always mine, my love.”

Next Chapter: I'm Already On My Knees

A/N: Well I hope that piqued your interest or made you confused or even both! The next chapter will be out sometime this week so do be on the lookout for it. Until then spam me with your thoughts and thanks for reading this 💖💖💖

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