#I actually like those three horns I gave him

[imadumdumjewel]

My own stanked Randy design. Mostly a mixture of both eastern and western dragons.

Was gonna draw another puff of smoke from gif other nostril but figured it would ruin the aesthetics, so I dropped that.

It’s gonna be a crucial part of his development in my continuation story regarding something deficient that breaks him. The spoilers end here. Hehe~

[mad-raptorzzz]

[ID: A drawing of three Wings of Fire Dragons on a gradient background that fades from dark red at the bottom to dark blue at the top. The dragons are Winter, Moonwatcher, and Qibli. Qibli is in the center and is using his wings to hug both Moon and Winter. He has tan scales with darker wings and dark brown freckles. He wears a cocky smile on his face, with his ears pointed upwards. Winter is slightly leaning away from Qiblie and pouts his face in annoyance, trying not to enjoy the hug. He is an ice blue with darker blue and light spots on his feet. Winter's horns are more like deer antlers. Moon leans into Qibli and smiles up at the two other dragons. She is chubby with a very pale green diamond on her forehead and tear drop scales near her eyes. Her bat-like ears are a soft pink and are pointed upwards. Her purple eyes crinkle with her smile. They are gently outlined in yellow with a small yellow heart above them. /End]

Favorite fannon couple has to be Quinterwatcher. I like to think that Moon and Qibli get together first, and then years later after some therapy and soul searching Winter re-enters their lives. And becomes their third partner. Qibli and Winter are both bi in my headcannon (pretty sure Tui may have lightly confirmed that Qibli and Winter could have ended up together so maybe that's cannon?). And I headcannon that the RainWing cultural norm is poly/pan. Since Moon actually spent a decent time around them as she grew up, she saw a lot of very happy couples and partnerships that the traditional NightWings would have scoffed at. This allowed her to realize that she also identifies as poly and pan. Winter, coming from another pretty stiffling culture, has a hard time fully embracing his queerness. But, eventually, opens himself to his heart and lives a happy life. They definitely have like 7 dragonets.

Also, I gave Moon purple eyes to emphasize the Clearsight similarities more. And chubby Moon reigns supreme. SandWings (and MudWings) in my headcannon really like body art including tattoos and piercings. So Qibli, like most of those loyal to Thorn, has a cool scorpion tattoo and several additional piercings on top of his classic earring. I don't think I went too crazy wit Winter. I like IceWings with antlers so I did that. And a bit of snow-leopard spotting for him. I will definitely give other IceWings a bit more of that because it looks cool.

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 28 - No-holds-barred beatdown, exposure, used as bait

CONTINUATION TO DAY 13 go read that one if you haven’t (or if you need a refresher it’s been so long lol)

Hi I'm still kicking <3 only three left after this, I WILL be finishing these, NO MATTER WHAT RAAAAAH. my goal is to be done before the 15th but we'll see how that goes. I'm going to try 😓

The prompts used aren’t the best, but they were the only ones that even vaguely fit lol. The third one doesn’t even come into effect until the very end. Also this was only going to be one more part. but. they kept talking.

Warnings: violence, injury, a handful of previous warnings from day 13

Day 13

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Sky and Warriors woke up at the same time.

Twilight stirred from his spot on the ground, having let his mind wander as he’d waited. His body still ached a bit, and it wasn't helped by his stint on the cold floor, but he sat up anyway as Warriors’ eyelids fluttered, and a squeaky moan came from Time’s back, Sky’s tail flicking. Twilight looked between the two, then went to Sky first, since strangely enough it seemed like he was waking up faster.

Legend sat next to Warriors, saying something to him as he woke, and Time watched the two with slightly narrowed eyes. He looked at Twilight as he walked up, flicking an ear as Warriors let out a disbelieving noise and Legend squawked angrily.

“Here,” Time said, carefully leaning over and sliding Sky off his back. “I’m going to go make sure Legend doesn’t bite him. And that the captain doesn’t stomp our veteran by accident. Or on purpose.”

Twilight nodded, and sat down next to Sky as his blue eyes flickered open.

“Easy Sky,” Twilight woofed as he moved a little, and Sky twitched his nose.

“Ow...” he groaned, and Twilight gave his ear a gentle lick. “...Oh, hey rancher... why’re you so big?” he asked blearily, squinting as he tried to sit up. His paws slipped out from under him though, and Sky stared at them in bewilderment, the expression honestly adorable on his furry face. He wiggled a few toes, and stared at the fur and claws, blinking in shock.

“Rancher?” Sky repeated in more of an alarmed voice. “What’s going on?”

“Short version? We all got turned into animals,” Twilight admitted, giving Sky a little push with his snout in order to help him sit up when he tried again. “We fell down here and all transformed somehow. You’re one of those cat things on your island, a... was it a remake?”

“A remlit,” Sky corrected, sounding a little calmer, but still disturbed. He studied his paws, and tilted his head back, trying to look at his ears and tail. “Huh. Just like Legend that one time. Those... women did this to us?”

“Yep, the creepy voice ones. Or something down here did, we’re not exactly sure. But it’s their fault somehow,” Twilight confirmed, and watched intently as Sky shakily stood up, paws trembling. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m— yeah. This is just... weird,” he admitted. “I... this was dark magic, wasn’t it?”

“We think so, yeah.”

Sky frowned and looked around the dark cave, large ears swiveling, and both he and Twilight jumped as they heard a distressed whinny. Twilight whirled around, and saw Warriors attempting to get to his hooves, his legs wobbling underneath him.

“Easy Captain, don’t move too quickly,” Time warned, and Warriors snorted, tossing his head.

“Don’t ‘easy’ me, I’m not staying like this a moment longer than I have to!” Warriors said, nearly falling over. “Horses are fine, I like horses, but I don’t want to be one!”

“Actually you’re a unicorn,” Legend said helpfully, and Warriors huffed angrily as Time moved to his side, helping to steady him.

“Right. I’m a horse with a big pointy stick on my head. Wonderful.”

“At least you can stab things,” Legend continued, nose twitching in amusement. “You didn’t have a weapon before, and now you do. Besides, I think the horn really compliments your flowing locks.”

“I could almost say the same,” Warriors snorted. “Flowing locks indeed. Finally the mystery of the pink hair is solved. I wouldn’t have guessed a bunny rabbit would be the cause but you—”

“Now see here—”

“All right, that’s enough,” Time said with a sharp look at the both of them. “Captain, are you feeling all right? We all saw how rough that transformation was.”

“I’m fine,” Warriors mumbled, pawing at the floor.

Twilight glanced back at Sky, who was sniffing at the scratches on his side with a wince on his face. He’d managed to stand by himself though, and so Twilight moved over to Warriors, the captain’s legs still wobbling.

“Relax Captain, we’re going to fix this,” Twilight reassured, and Warriors made another annoyed sound, his tail swishing.

“So long as we don’t need opposable thumbs,” he said. Twilight sighed.

“We’ll manage, Captain. I know this isn’t ideal, but we’ll figure it out.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re used to having four legs,” Warriors said in a sharp voice, and Twilight flattened his ears in annoyance.

“I’m stuck like this too, Captain. Just because I’m more used to four legs doesn’t mean I don’t want my regular ones back,” Twilight snapped, his worry and fear at the whole situation abruptly bursting out. “Now if you’re done arguing with Legend we still don’t know where half our group is, so if you’re able to walk without falling over let’s get going.”

Warriors blinked, obviously taken aback, and Twilight turned away from Time’s frown and stuck his nose up in the air to sniff for any more familiar scents.

The faintest hint of one that wasn’t rock or cave smell wafted by his nose, and Twilight turned in a slow circle, trying to pinpoint it. He caught a bigger whiff, and gestured with his head.

“I think I found someone else,” he said, and Time hummed in a growly way.

“Are you guys ready to move?” Legend asked, looking askance at both Sky and Warriors. Sky hesitated, his legs still wobbly, but when he walked around in a small circle he was able to keep his footing. Warriors gave a curt nod, his legs looking steadier, and he didn’t look over at Twilight.

Twilight felt a little sting of shame, but he swallowed it back. He could apologize later.

“This way,” he said, turning into the darkness, and the others followed along behind him, Warriors’ hooves clicking against the stone floor.

They kept the pace slow, in respect for both small and unsteady legs. Twilight felt impatience simmer under his fur, but he knew he couldn’t just run ahead. He was currently one of their few lines of defense, and who knew how many monsters might be around down here?

Sky and Legend walked together beside him, Sky asking questions about being an animal, Legend answering as well as he could. Warriors was obviously listening in as well, and Twilight even noticed Time’s ear swivel back when Legend started in on ways he dealt with fights.

Twilight... probably ought to be giving tips as well, he certainly had plenty of knowledge to draw on. But he was intent on following the scent, keeping a nose out for any others, watching for monsters, and also looking for a way out. Legend could handle the crash course in being an animal.

What a disaster.

Twilight sighed and kept sniffling, trying to identify exactly who’s scent it was he was following. He stepped past a couple large rocks that glowed faintly green, and as the scent grew steadily stronger, Twilight suddenly paused, his stomach sinking. Even with the strange overtone to it, he suddenly knew exactly who’s scent he was following.

He bolted, leaving the others behind, knowing the source of the scent was close. Twilight turned a corner, intently sniffing, and sure enough a few moments later his paw bumped into a small, grey-blue creature.

Twilight froze, and lowered himself to the floor, almost not believing what he was seeing.

“Oh boy... champion?” he asked, nuzzling gently at him. Wild don’t move, unconscious, and Twilight gave his head a small lick. “Hey, wake up for me?”

A chirrupy groan came from Wild’s still form, and his eyelids flickered, blues resting hazily on Twilight’s face.

“Mm... Twi?” he mumbled, ears twitching. “Where... ow... why does my whole body hurt?”

Twilight winced. “Well, it ah... might have to do with the fact that you’re a squirrel.”

Wild blinked slowly, his gaze still bleary. He flicked his ears again, twitched his tail once, then jerked to his feet with a completely flabbergasted expression.

“A WHAT?!” he yelped right as the others all rounded the corner and caught sight of him. Legend took one look at Wild’s bushy tail before his face cracked into a huge grin.

“Champion you’re— you’re a squirrel!” Legend spluttered, then burst into uproarious laughter, looking at Wild with pure glee on his face. “That’s the best thing I’ve seen all day!”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Wild screeched, his fluffy tail sticking straight up. He looked a solid mixture of offended and freaked out. “WHAT’S FUNNY ABOUT TURNING INTO A SQUIRREL?!”

“It’s hilarious, actually,” Legend cackled, wheezing as he fell backwards, nearly tripping Sky. “A squirrel! No wonder you’re such a hoarder!”

Legend burst into another peal of laughter, and Wild stumbled backwards, every bit of him tense. Twilight moved towards him, and Wild let out a panicked little chirp.

“Wild, it’s okay,” Sky said, and Wild twitched his nose as Twilight gently nuzzled his head. He could hear Wild’s tiny heart beating like a drum.

“Are you hurt at all?” Time asked, and Wild shook his head, his tail lowering a little.

“No, I’m fine. I just... no. Don’t like this.”

Wild swiped a paw over his face as his nose twitched again, and Twilight very firmly held back the urge to laugh. Now was not the time, even if Wild being a squirrel was admittedly... rather hilarious. At least on par with Legend being a rabbit.

Maybe Farore has a sense of humor.

“Hey, you’ve just gotta adjust,” Legend said as he gave himself a shake, finally getting ahold of himself. “Just think how it could be worse. You could be a bug or something.”

“But I’m a squirrel!” Wild chittered frantically, his tail whirling all over the place. “I’m tiny! I’m defenseless! I can’t even hold a weapon like this!”

“Wow. What a hardship,” Legend said in a deadpan. “Being a small mostly-defenseless woodland creature.”

Wild opened his mouth to retort, then slowly closed it again, staring at Legend like he hadn’t truly looked at him until now.

“Oh. Uh... you’re... a pink blupee thing?”

“A rabbit. We all got transformed, Wild, calm down. I’m sure we'll be able to fix it,” Twilight reassured, and Wild groaned, pulling his tail over his face.

“I hate this. No thank you. Nope.”

“Join the club,” Warriors sighed, and Twilight sat down beside the little ball that was currently Wild, giving him another lick. Wild uncurled a little, looking at Twilight with thinly-hidden panic in his eyes, and Twilight’s chest tightened. Wild rarely looked so rattled.

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” he asked quietly, and Wild nodded.

“Just sore,” he said quietly. “That transformation was awful. Is... everyone else okay?”

“We don’t know. We haven’t found everyone yet,” Twilight explained with a sigh. “No sign of Hyrule, Wind, or Four.”

“But I’m sure we’ll find them,” Sky said hopefully, his large ears spread wide. “If nothing else I’ll be able to hear them with these big old things.”

Time chuckled, and Wild’s tail flicked around, the champion obviously still distressed. But he took a deep breath and sat up, determination in his eyes. Sky watched Wild’s tail swish around as he studied everybody’s animal forms, Sky’s pupils going wide, and suddenly shot out a paw to bap at it.

Wild jumped, and Sky immediately drew back, spouting apologies.

“Sorry! Sorry It caught my attention and I was just going to watch it but then I... I don’t know why I did that,” he finished in bewilderment.

Time let out a huff from nearby. “Instincts. Never know when they’re going to kick in. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve eaten rocks without thinking.”

Twilight wasn’t the only one who gave him a strange look at that.

Unfortunately none of them got to press the question, since right as Twilight opened his mouth to ask, a loud rumbling sound came from somewhere in the cave, the ground shaking under their feet.

Warriors stumbled, and Sky and Wild both fell over, the cave shaking so violently Twilight wondered if it was about to fall on their heads. He quickly positioned himself over the smallest members of the group, but the shaking abruptly stilled, and the cave went deathly quiet.

Then Twilight growled as a familiar voice suddenly spoke.

“You have all faced the magic and come out unbroken. You have passed the first stage,” the croaking voice echoed through the cave. “The second stage still remains. Survive and we will collect the chosen downstream at the crystal waters.”

“Good luck! I can’t wait for you to finish,” the other voice said excitedly, and Twilight saw Warriors flinch.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Legend growled, and Twilight saw Sky’s claws slide out.

“Return us to our normal bodies!” Warriors shouted, the whinny echoing off the walls.

“I don’t think she can understand you,” Wild pointed out, then raised himself to his hind legs, showing off the sword-shaped patch of white on his belly. “Here— RETURN US TO OUR NORMAL BODIES YOU CULTY FREAKS!”

There was no reply.

“I doubt she liked being called a freak,” Time said dryly.

“Yeah, probably not. But still. Rude,” Legend sniffed. “Guess we’ll just survive phase two then.”

“We need to find the others,” Twilight spoke up, unable to keep the worry from his voice. “Now.“

“She said we all survived the magic though, doesn’t that mean they’re all okay?” Wild spoke up, and Sky’s tail flicked worriedly.

“She didn’t say anything about other dangers, though.”

As if summoned, a monster’s howl rang through the tunnels, and everyone stiffened, heads turning toward the sound.

“Wild, Legend, on Twilight’s back, Sky, you sit on Time, we’ll save the most time,” Warriors said quickly, and Legend helped Wild scramble up onto Twilight’s back, Sky carefully moving to sit on Time’s. “I’d... take one of you, but I don’t know how steady I can keep myself.”

“I’ve got them,” Twilight reassured, noticing the frustration on Warriors’ face. Warriors met his gaze, and Twilight lowered his head, ears flicking down. An apology for earlier.

Warriors looked at him a moment, then nodded back, apologizing as well.

Twilight breathed out, a little of the nauseating emotions rolling around in him easing a bit. He may be tired, cold, hungry, in pain and worried, but that was no excuse to take it out on Warriors.

They needed to work together to get out of this mess.

They all rushed off, Warriors having trouble going at a pace much faster than a walk, but pushing himself anyway. That had been a victorious sort of monster cry, and they didn’t have time to waste. Even if Warriors kept tripping on his hooves and barely catching himself.

“So,” Wild said after a minute, and Twilight flicked an ear to show he was listening. “How come you and the old man are wolves while the rest of us are... everything else?”

“I was wondering that too,” Legend spoke up. “...I still think it’s beyond unfair.”

“I don’t know why,” Twilight admitted. “Your form says something about your person, they reflect your spirit... or it does in my case. Even though the circumstances are weird, I’m guessing it’s the same for the rest of you. I guess mine and Time’s just happen to be similar.”

“And I’m a squirrel,” Wild grumbled, and Twilight sighed.

“Yeah. Squirrels aren’t so bad though. They’re hardy, smart, good at climbing, jumping... besides, we can’t all be unicorns,” Twilight pointed out as he hopped over a rock, and Wild and Legend both let out small huffs of laughter.

“I guess not. Still pretty strange there’s so much variety,” Wild hummed. “I would’ve guessed we’d all be wolves.”

He was quiet for several seconds, and Twilight turned his attention back to navigating through the dark cave.

“...Wait a second, if our animal forms reflect us, and Legend is a bunny—”

“Don’t you dare finish that thought.”

Wild chittered out a laugh.

His amusement faded when another snarl echoed through the caves though, and Twilight exchanged a glance with Time, trotting even faster. If anyone was hurt because they couldn’t get to them in time, Twilight didn’t know what he would do.

The green rocks increased in frequency around them, the darkness of cave a bit less intense. Twilight could hear water now, and regular grumbles and snorts that sounded like monsters. Time caught Warriors when he tripped again, and they all ran down the sloping passageway.

They turned a corner, and Twilight’s eyes went wide.

An underground stream flowed in front of them, wide, but fast, water a crystalline blue so bright it looked unnatural. More of those green rocks were scattered in and around the water, and though Twilight couldn’t see colors the best as a wolf, he could tell the mix of them was rather pretty.

But more important than the water or rocks was the group of moblins on the other side, one dragging a motionless deer behind it, another trying to bat away something running around by its feet.

“Hey!” Wild shouted, and leapt off of Twilight’s back, rushing over to the stream and attempting to hop across the rocks. His paws skidded on the slippery stone, but he managed to hang on and keep going. Twilight barked for Legend to hold on, and jumped into the water, quickly swimming across.

The water was achingly cold, but Twilight ignored it and Legend’s small squeak of dismay, paddling as fast as he could. The current wasn’t too fast for him, and Twilight leapt onto the shore right as a moblin kicked the small figure at its feet, making it squeal in pain.

Whoever it was went flying, and Twilight lunged for the moblin, teeth bared. Legend clung to his fur as he bowled the moblin over, and Twilight heard Time snarl as well, a different monster screeching in pain.

The disgusting tang of monster blood got in his mouth as he snapped at the moblin, but Twilight didn't let go until it let out a dying gurgle and went limp. He raised his head, watching Time struggle with his own moblin, Sky trying to help where he could, and also saw Warriors hurriedly trying to cross the water beside Wild.

Nobody had reached the moblin dragging the deer by the leg though, and Twilight whirled towards it, leaping at the beast with his fangs bared.

It saw him coming, and dodged his lunge to its neck, Twilight’s teeth closing around its arm instead. It snarled in anger as it dropped the deer, then raised a large club above its head, eyes glinting maliciously. Twilight knew he wouldn’t be able to move in time to avoid it, but then Legend leapt off his back, attaching himself to the moblin’s face and scratching and kicking at it furiously.

It screeched, and Twilight bit it on the wrist, making it drop its weapon. The moblin gave its head a violent shake and Legend went flying, but the opening was what Twilight needed to leap forward and finally bury his teeth in its neck.

He heard a splash behind him, fear ratcheting into his throat, but he couldn’t let go until the moblin fell still and it was stubbornly refusing to do so.

Come on, die already! Twilight thought with a snarl, abruptly twisting his head to the side.

A sickening crack rang out, and the moblin finally fell still, its tongue lolling. Twilight felt a lurch in his stomach at the more violent instinct he’d given into, but he swallowed it back and spat blood from his mouth.

He turned back to the water, and felt a quick flicker of relief as he saw Time standing over Legend's limp form, viciously attacking anything that came nearby. There were only three moblins left now, and Warriors was attempting to handle the other two, Wild goading them on and distracting them while Warriors attacked with his hooves and horn.

Which just left the question of where Sky and the other animal had gone.

Twilight whined anxiously, looking around the bloody shore for any sign of them. There was a lot going on, but he was sure that he would’ve noticed one or the both of them being hurt.

Twilight suddenly saw splashing, and he hurried over to the water, ears pricking as he saw a lithe shape struggling towards the shore, Sky’s large ears visible beside it. Twilight leaned way out, prepared to jump in if necessary, and when both heads dipped below the water, Twilight quickly splashed in and gently snatched them both by the scruff.

He dragged them to shore and set them down, then frantically sniffed the both of them, Sky's scratches reopened, the other animal's tail bleeding.

“Are you two okay?” Twilight barked urgently, and the lithe, creamy colored animal nodded shakily as he scooted closer to Sky.

“I’m good,” Wind’s voice chirped tiredly from it, turning his head so that Twilight got a good look at the swirl of blue on his head and back. “Or good enough. This... is so weird.”

“Yeah,” Twilight agreed, then turned his attention to Sky, the poor remlit panting with exhaustion in a soggy heap on the ground. “You good buddy?”

“Give... me... a sec...” Sky coughed, a shiver running through him.

Twilight nodded, and glanced back at the battle just in time to see a moblin charging for them, eyes crazed.

Wind squealed in alarm and Twilight leapt to intercept the monster, snapping at its neck. Somehow it managed to dodge the attack, and abruptly slammed its club into his side, making Twilight yelp in pain.

He was knocked to the ground, but despite the pain he got back up almost instantly. The moblin was running for Sky, and a feral snarl escaped Twilight as he leapt back at the moblin again. This time he managed to knock it off-balance, and Twilight and the moblin went sprawling to the ground, snarls and the snapping of teeth ringing through the cave as they struggled.

Twilight ignored the sharp ache ringing up his side and focused only on taking down the moblin that had been charging for Wind and Sky. It gave as good as it got, and Twilight was already scratched and kicked and sorely aching when the moblin suddenly raked its claws into his muzzle.

A sharp sting ripped across his face, and Twilight yelped in pain as he reeled back, tears welling in his eyes.

“Twilight!”

Something snapped in Twilight, and despite the sharp pain, he lunged back in again, snapping ferociously at the moblin’s neck. He clawed and tore and shook the monster under him, and it wasn’t until something pressed against his side and shouted his name that Twilight realized the moblin had gone still, and it was silent in the cave once more.

Twilight stumbled back, panting as blood dripped from his face and mouth, staring at the ripped-up moblin below him. It was barely recognizable, and bile rose in his throat, shame and disgust slamming into him. Something suddenly butted gently against his side, and Twilight wearily raised his head, seeing Time looking at him with alarm in his eye.

The older hero was gently supporting him, and Twilight wondered why before he suddenly realized his legs were trembling.

“I’m okay,” Twilight said finally, sitting down with a whine at the pain in his side and face. At Time’s incredulous look, Twilight huffed. “Seriously, I am. Nothing’s broken, just bruised, I can tell.”

“Bruised ribs are no joke,” Warriors said as he walked by, but he didn’t stop to bother Twilight about it further. He was making his way over to the deer, who was still lying ominously still on the ground. Legend at least had stirred nearby, but he looked a little dazed, a paw held close to his chest.

Fear lurched through him and Twilight struggled back to his feet, Time still supporting his side, and he walked slowly over to Legend and the deer.

Time didn’t further question his injuries, but Twilight could feel his gaze on him as they made a brief detour for Twilight to wash some of the blood from his mouth.

I get it old man, you’re worried.

Twilight swallowed, the taste of blood still in his mouth.

I am too.

They made it to where Warriors had gone, and Twilight sat down with a huff, the others all gathered around in a loose circle. Twilight looked around at them all, bloody, disturbed, weary and damp, and lowered his head down to rest on his paws.

Are we anywhere close to getting out of here?

Twilight breathed out slowly, and tilted his head to look at the deer, a light brown and with a few speckles of pale green scattered around on his back and face. Warriors knelt beside him, and gave the deer and Legend both as much of a look-over as he could.

Wind scampered past, his feet making little paps on the floor, and he sniffed at the deer, then looked fearfully at Warriors.

“Is Hyrule okay?” he asked, fur still a little damp.

“Yes, Hyrule is okay,” a voice groaned, and Twilight turned to see the deer raise its head, blinking dizzily. “Ow.”

"Traveler!" Legend and Wind said at the same time, both looking relieved.

“Careful,” Warriors warned, but Hyrule shifted around anyway, moving like he was going to stand up.

He immediately toppled over when he tried, his hooves going everywhere, and Wind let out a sympathetic little noise. Hyrule blinked, attempting to correct himself, and when he failed, stared up at the near zoo standing around him.

“Um. So why do I have four feet and feel like I got doused in dark magic?” Hyrule asked, sounding surprisingly unconcerned. “Also... why’s there a unicorn just standing there?”

“That’s me,” Warriors said grumpily, and Hyrule blinked.

“Oh. Okay.”

“Weird cult ladies, we were dumped in a cave, dark magic stuff,” Legend summarized from where he'd moved to sit beside Sky, and Hyrule nodded, accidentally hitting his antlers on a rock.

“Ow. Yeah... I remember now. I thought I heard Wind when we fell, and I got up to go find him, but then I felt all that dark magic and blacked out,” he reported with a scrunch if his nose. “And now I’m a... deer?"

“Looks like it,” Warriors said, and Twilight heard the grim smile in his voice. “Welcome to the hoof club.” Hyrule looked around, then blinked, staring at the eclectic pile of animals gathered near Sky. "...Is that rabbit wearing a vest?"

Warriors snorted out a laugh, and then attempted to give Hyrule a crash course in who was who, and also how to walk with hooves. While they stumbled around, Twilight took the opportunity to look around at everyone else, making sure they were all still accounted for. Time was beside him still, a few scratches on his leg, some blood staining his muzzle. Legend and Wild were huddled beside Sky, trying to warm him up while Legend nursed his injured paw, and Wind and Warriors were cheering Hyrule on as he tried to raise himself up on wobbly legs.

That meant the only one missing now was Four.

Twilight looked at the stream, remembering the croaky voice’s mention of water. The exit must be somewhere near here if they were going to be... collected, but they couldn’t leave without Four.

Where could he be?

“...okay, so I know Twilight and Time are the wolves,” Wind said, and Twilight looked back to see him moving to sit next to Sky as well. “Wild’s... a thing? Furry thing?”

“A squirrel,” Wild sighed. “And Warriors is the unicorn, Sky is the cat thing I forget the name of, Legend is the rabbit,” he said with a snicker, and Legend glared at him. “And you're a... I actually have no idea what you are.”

“He's an otter,” Legend said grumpily, attempting to tie his vest into a sling with one arm. “They swim around and eat clams.”

“What’s a clam?” Wind asked.

“Shellfish.”

“That’s not very nice of him,” Hyrule said as he wobbled over, and Wild and Wind joined in on his laughter while several of the others rolled their eyes.

“Enough goofing off, we still need to find Four,” Twilight spoke up, and everyone turned to look at him. "And any ideas on how we're going to deal with these witches or whatever they are?"

"We head downstream and see what happens I suppose," Time sighed. "Our smithy must have heard that message too, he’ll know where to go."

"He could be hurt though," Wind chirped worriedly, rubbing a paw over his whiskery cheek.

"And what if he was unconscious somewhere and we missed him?" Legend added.

"Twilight or the old man would've smelled him though, wouldn't they?" Warriors pointed out. "Twilight's been looking for scents this whole time, surely he would've gotten some sign of him."

"Wait, what if he got turned into a fish or something?" Wind suddenly gasped, looking at the water. "What if he's down there and—"

"Quiet!" Sky suddenly shouted in a croaky voice, his wide ears held out.

All of them went silent, and Sky swiveled his ears around, looking ruffled, but a little less like a drowned rat as he carefully sat up. Twilight pricked his ears too, and for a moment, all anyone heard was the noise of the stream rushing by, and blood and water dripping softly from wounds.

Then Twilight heard a pained cry so soft he could barely make it out.

"That was Four," Sky gasped, obviously able to make it out better than him. "He... wait."

He pricked his ears, and then his eyes went wide.

"I can hear those women, they have Four!"

Twilight jumped to his feet, biting back a whine of pain as his side sparked angrily. "Then we need to go help him, come on!"

“We can’t just rush in there without a plan,” Warriors whinnied, stomping a hoof. “Rancher you’re injured, Hyrule can barely walk, Sky practically drowned, we need a plan if we’re going to be able to—”

“Then I’m going by myself!” Twilight snarled, and whirled around and took off, ignoring the others’ shouts and cries to come back.

Twilight’s paws pounded against the stone as the others’ voices faded behind him, every step sending a jolt up along his injured side. Blood was drying on his face, sticky and uncomfortable, but Twilight only ran faster, listening for any more signs of Four.

He knew he would need the others’ help. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take them on by himself, and Twilight especially knew he was being incredibly stupid by running off alone.

But he didn’t care.

Every moment could matter for Four.

[mllemaenad]

Listening to Wyll's backstory in context of all the details we're acquiring on devil's contracts and soul selling is fascinating.

See - I listened to Lann Tarv's three tales to get my soul coins. I felt bad for making Karlach listen to that, obviously, but to be honest I didn't even want the coins that much. I actually wanted the stories. I wanted a better understanding of how this works.

And what I'm learning is - for the gods (and godlike beings) of this world, cruelty seems to be the point. I mean - it's possible there's a god in this world I wouldn't want to stab to death with a rusty fork, but if so I have not met them yet.

These beings have the power to save people and places, to change lives, to do anything. And when someone asks them to - they demand a terrible price. But they don't just demand a price. They subvert the original request in such a way that they utterly fail to deliver on the original promise.

An abused woman wishes to be loved - and her true love appears, but dies instantly. A man wishes to save his children from starvation, and ends up personally growing masses of meat on his own body - not only painful for him, but forcing his children into survival cannibalism, which they were trying to avoid.

Auntie Ethel works the same way. Every one of her customers is left in a tortured state, while Ethel still takes her payment.

The idea is that the person must come to regret their wish long before the payment comes due. Every cry for help must be met with a boot to the face. Or else the mortals will get uppity? Or something.

What is interesting is how consciously Wyll defies that. And how much Mizora is dancing around, trying to force him into that state of miserable regret.

Wyll was manipulated into selling his soul. He was a kid, and he was summoned into a terrible situation - and in that moment, he could see no other way to save the city. Mizora did need to save Baldur's Gate to serve her boss's purposes, so she couldn't take that victory from him - but she did everything she could to take the joy of it.

He didn't get respect, or admiration, or his father's pride for saving the city. He lost his home and his family. He was assumed to have done something monstrous because he was denied an opportunity to defend himself.

That was supposed to fill him with bitterness and regret - but he got to work building his own life instead. By the time you run into him, the Blade of Frontiers is a hero of some renown. He's remade himself, and found a way to enjoy what his powers can do, however he came by them.

So that didn't work.

Then Mizora sent him after Karlach, and that was a mission tailored to break him. Karlach is kind and heroic herself, and that the start she has been sold into slavery, mutilated and forced to fight in a war against her will. If Wyll killed her, and then found out who she really was, then he betrayed everything the Blade of Frontiers is supposed to stand for - and he would lose the life he made for himself.

But he didn't, and that didn't work either. He's got a friend, now, who at least knows part of what he's dealing with.

So Mizora gave him demonic features. That would destroy the life he's made for himself, because no one would trust him to help them.

Except now Wyll basically goes nowhere on his own, and a small army of people can attest that he got those horns and eyes as punishment for being a good man. Mizora might be able to shut his mouth, but she can't silence his friends - and the group absolutely have shouting sessions about everything. Wyll's horns become a battle scar, like his missing eye, and nothing more.

And beyond that, if you are playing as a heroic character, a significant throughline in the game's story is the journey of the tiefling refugees. The story makes it clear that these people experience a constant barrage of racism, due to their appearance and "demonic" heritage. It also makes it abundantly clear that this prejudice is entirely undeserved - they're just people, with virtues and flaws like everyone else, and what is happening to them is terrible. So Wyll turns up to assist a bunch of people whom he now at least somewhat resembles - and with Karlach along, you have two people in the group who technically count as "infernal", but haven't got an evil bone in either of their bodies.

Mizora created solidarity. Oops.

Wyll is deeply suspicious of gods and higher powers. He doesn't want to make more deals with devils. When Elminster arrives to tell Gale what Mystra demands of him, he explicitly says he does not do religion. When you get Mizora to agree to let his contract expire in six months, he starts by casually invoking the gods - but switches to thanking the player character instead, because he knows who helped, and who did not.

But he utterly refuses to regret the pact he made. That can be a struggle. He clearly misses his dad, and would like that relationship repaired. The fact that he was transformed very much against his will is clearly a source of distress from him.

But if he regrets, then Mizora wins. That's it. Game over. She gets what she wanted all along. So he doesn't.

The main companion characters all have this kind of problem, and naturally have different ways of dealing with it. You have characters like Shadowheart and Lae'zel, who were indoctrinated as children, or Gale, who was literally seduced by one of these nightmare deities - and with them you have to start out by convincing them they they were the wronged party in the first place.

But Wyll knows exactly what game he's playing, and he's been screaming defiance the whole time. It's just that, in his case, the "defiance" is grinning and carrying on every time Mizora inflicts some more bullshit on him.

[munson-blurbs]

PLEASE MAKE MY MEET CUTE DREAMS COME TRUE BUG!!

What IS my personality? Hm... Generally I'm pretty upbeat, fun-loving, and compassionate, but around Eddie?! 🙈 I'd be a lil shy I'm not gonna lie haha

Hobbies include bird watching, thrifting trinkets, and graphic design (oh and writing FILTHY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, can't forget that). No need to incorporate all of this, just giving you ✨variety✨

My pronouns are she/her.

And I'll just leave you with some emojis I like 😌

🪻🪺🐀🪿🐞🫐🥨🏕️🪕

As meta as it would be to have Eddie reading the smut you wrote about him, bird watching was what caught my eye. Hope you like this!

CW: mention of drug use/dealing WC: 628 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

It had stormed in Hawkins for a week straight. Seven days of dodging raindrops and spending your free time cooped up in the house. You were on the verge of going stir-crazy until the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds this morning. 

Plucking your binoculars from their spot on your shelf, you head out into the woods. Before the storms, a pileated woodpecker had made a nest in one of the trees, and you were anxious to see if it had survived the lousy weather. 

Mud squelched beneath your boots as you trudged towards your favorite picnic bench. There wasn’t anything special about it per se, but it stood out from the others because of the JH+JB carved into the table. Whoever JH and JB were, you hoped their love was still strong. 

You adjusted the focus on your binoculars, aiming your gaze at the tree where you’d seen the nest just over a week ago. A soft sigh of relief slipped through your lips when you saw that it was still intact; in fact, there were now three little eggs inside of it. 

Hours felt like mere minutes as you soaked up each moment outdoors, following the calls of the sparrows that populated the tiny forest. Hawkins wasn’t a bustling city, but it was still nice to have a reprieve from the normal sounds of the suburbs. Out here, there were no car horns honking, no tired parents scolding their mischievous children, no—

“You here to buy or sell?”

The sudden noise startled you; if you didn’t have the strap looped around your wrist, you almost certainly would have dropped your binoculars. That would have been embarrassing. Just like the yelp you let out when the man spoke. 

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He gave a sheepish grin and held up his hands in surrender. “Just figured if you wanted to buy, I could offer you a sweet deal. But if you’re selling…well, you’re kinda in my spot, so…”

You collected your thoughts, trying to keep from getting lost in his deep brown eyes. “No. I mean, neither. N-Not buying or selling. Just, uh, birdwatching.”

He cocked a brow. “Birdwatching?”

“Y-Yeah.” You scrambled for more words, unused to being tongue-tied. “Y’know, just…watching birds.”

“I gathered that much.” He sat next to you, placing a tin lunchbox on the table. “So what kind of birds are we watching?”

You explained the whole nest-surviving-the-storm saga, expecting him to roll his eyes or get bored. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at you with those beautiful doe eyes and gestured to your binoculars. 

“Mind if I take a look?”

You nodded and handed them over, hoping that the time he spent looking through them would afford you the chance to conjure up some actual conversation topics. 

He peered through the binoculars. “I see the nest! Holy shit, there’s about to be some bird babies.” He looked at another tree. “Here we’ve got some sort of brown bird just kinda…doing its thing.” Keeping the binoculars pressed to his eyes, he looked directly at you. “And here we have a really pretty girl who’s gonna let me treat her to ice cream.”

“Sure. Yeah, um, that would be great.” You felt your body tingle with bashfulness. An insanely cute guy was asking you out. “I love ice cream.”

The guy looked surprised, like he couldn’t believe that line worked. “Me, too.” He stood and held out his hand to help you up. 

You accepted it gratefully, but before you stood, you looked at him. “I just realized that I don’t even know your name,” you mused. 

He laughed. “That would be good information, huh?” He shook his head at his own blunder. 

“I’m Eddie Munson. And you are?”

--

[katerinaaqu]

Odysseus and Menelaus

So saying he drew the mighty spear of wise-hearted Socus forth from his flesh and from his bossed shield, and when it was drawn out the blood gushed forth and distressed his spirit. But the great-souled Trojans, when they beheld the blood of Odysseus, [460] called one to another through the throng and made at him all together. But he gave ground, and shouted to his comrades; thrice shouted he then loud as a man's head can shout,1 and thrice did Menelaus, dear to Ares, hear his call, and forthwith he spake to Aias that was nigh at hand: [465] “Aias, sprung from Zeus, thou son of Telamon, captain of the host, in mine ears rang the cry of Odysseus, of the steadfast heart, like as though the Trojans had cut him off in the fierce conflict and were over-powering him alone as he is. Nay, come, let us make our way through the throng; to bear him aid is the better course. [470] I fear lest some evil befall him, alone mid the Trojans, valiant though he be, and great longing for him come upon the Danaans.” So saying he led the way, and Aias followed, a godlike man. Then found they Odysseus, dear to Zeus and round about the Trojans beset him, as tawny jackals in the mountains [475] about a horned stag that hath been wounded, that a man hath smitten with an arrow from the string; from him the stag hath escaped and fleeth swiftly so long as the blood flows warm and his knees are quick, but when at length the swift arrow overpowereth him, then ravening jackals rend him amid the mountains [480] in a shadowy grove; but lo, God bringeth against them a murderous lion, and the jackals scatter in flight, and he rendeth the prey: even so then did the Trojans, many and valiant, beset Odysseus round about, the wise and crafty-minded; but the warrior darting forth with his spear warded off the pitiless day of doom. [485] Then Aias drew near, bearing his shield that was like a city wall, and stood forth beside him, and the Trojans scattered in flight, one here, one there. And warlike Menelaus led Odysseus forth from the throng, holding him by the hand, till his squire drave up the horses and car. Hom.Il. 11.456-488

This is probably one of my favorite moments in Iliad for it shows the brutality of war and at the same time the power of comrades and forgetting one's differences.

For starters I love the fact that it shows how strong Odysseus is in battle. Modern media tend to picture him as a generally not as good warrior that has to get down to tricks to win the battle but that is far from it as in Rhapsody 11 he is seen wounded by a spear in the stomach and fighting off around 20 Trojans by himself and holding on pretty well against them. At the same time though shows the difference between Odysseus and other characters. Odysseus is not stupid. He knows his limits and he knows he won't hold out forever so the way he yells three times for ANYONE to hear him and send assistance shows the desperation of the situation

And Menelaus is the one to hear his cry and actually call for the most powerful warrior in their army to come to his assistance and he clearly states that if they lose Odysseus then things would be tough for them. He recognizes both his strength and his value in the war. He knows that people like Odysseus are irreplacable and the way he actually helps him off the battlefield by supporting him is literally one of my favorite moments! The way we also see that he later on is one of those who speaks with the most outmost warmth for Odysseus and names him as his dearest friend and comrade when he speaks of him to Telemachus (Even Aias who is not particularly fond of Odysseus and vice versa, forgets his personal grudge and rushes to his assistance)

I think that the friendship between Menelaus and Odysseus is not talked much (obscured maybe by the scenes between Odysseus and Diomedes and for good reason maybe) and I think it is a shame. And it is another reason why I loved art such as @thehelplessmortals depicting some tender moments between Menelaus and Odysseus. And also this is another reason why I made them interract in my fanfiction Guilt given that Menelaus is probably the one who appreciates more than many the capabilities Odysseus has; both his brain and mind and his battle abilities

[the-pigeon-queen]

Collection of things from my Antichrist Copia AU

Hey, so I've never posted anything like this before, but here we go! I'm actually currently typing a proper fanfic for this AU , so if spoilers for an eventual fic don’t bother you, feel free to keep reading!

Under the read more since this'll probably be long:

Copia is still Sister Imperator’s and Nihil’s biological son – but she conceived him under some fun satanic circumstances (I imagine a scenario like the one in the Dance Macabre music video lol human sacrifice, but throw in some music and an orgy for fun).

So, while Copia isn’t the biological son of the Devil From the Bible, he was still involved in the conception, maybe through Nihil.

Copia grew up in the Clergy – it’s all he’s known, but honestly, he can’t complain! Though he was raised, technically as an orphan, he still got everything he wanted!

Except friends, because those were sort of hard to make…

But still! He’s risen through the ranks with minimal difficulty, and has never really struggled! He genuinely works hard – and he’s proud of himself for it. He’s just unaware of how fixed his path actually is. Since he’s only known success, he does have a bit of an ego.

He’s a nepobaby but he does have genuine talent, and he does work for it.

Ghost is still a band, owned and operated by the Clergy, for the purpose of spreading it’s influence and finances.

Copia, as Cardinal, still takes over as frontman, and becomes Papa when Nihil passes

And he finds out that Sister Imperator is his mom! She’s always been a good boss, how neat is it that she’s his mother, too? It makes all those times he’s accidentally called her mom funny, now, instead of embarrassing.

She had to give him up, you see – but she never let him out of her sight. Even if she never changed any diapers, she was always right there! Always proud of him! That makes it alright, right?

Life goes on at the Ministry after that tour, he grows closer to his Ghouls, he enjoys his success –

But what’s that? There’s one more special ritual that he has to complete in order to officially become Papa? Of course he’ll do it, Sister! Anything you say!

After all, the Clergy gave him a home, and a job, and a life – what’s one more little ritual?

That one little ritual turned out to be rather unpleasant

We’re talking blood sacrifices, immense pain, a forced transformation that wreaks havoc on the body, and the awakening of something, from somewhere deep within him.

He doesn’t adapt well.

As the antichrist/devil warped thing he is, now, he’s a lot more… testy. He’s quicker to anger. He’s moody. He’s horny. All the time. It’s like a second puberty – except he’s in his forties and becoming a demon.

The mental aspect, dealing with new, strong temptations and urges, is hard enough, but there’s also an emotional struggle, too.

The Clergy that raised him did this to him. His mother lied to him. And why? No one will give him straight answers.

There’s the physical side, too – he feels like a freak. He feels wrong in his own skin. His wings hurt his back, he can’t hide his horns, he keeps stepping on his own tail.

He was supposed to have been born with all his demonic features, and grow into them, but he was apparently a late bloomer. And it took a blood sacrifice to crack him open and let out his infernal side.

His Ghouls comfort him and he finds comfort with them.

Eventually he cheers up. He starts making demands of the Clergy, demanding more, demanding better – he’s the antichrist, after all. The Clergy made him, and now it should serve him!

He tries flying! He breaks his legs, but he heals super fast now. So he tries flying again! And this time the only thing he breaks is a window!

He’s starting to feel more comfortable. More right. His urges are easier to handle. He’s singing again. He starts to feel happy again.

:)

The Clergy doesn't like that he's gaining a backbone, so they attempt a binding ritual to force him further under their control.

Said ritual involves crucifying his three brothers.

The Clergy is thwarted, and Copia takes off with his Ghouls and brothers to go do their own thing

And that's the outline I have so far :'] if you have any questions feel free to ask! I'd love to talk about it more lol

Right now the fic is Copia x poly ghouls just cause

[gartenofbanny]

Barbie Wire..oh boy what a mess she is. Barbie Wire isn't that much of a mess because of how she's written, she's a mess because of how little she has. Out of all the antagonists in Helluva Boss, Barbie Wire has the most missed opportunities, which is sad to even think about. This is a character that has been recognized by the fandom ever since the pilot was released yet in her debut she has lesser screentime than Verosika Mayday. Who knew that Blitzo's ex would get more screentime than Blitzo's actual relative, but screentime isn't the only problem I have with this character. Viv and her crew had a couple opportunities to mention or show Barbie Wire in previous episodes or even outside the show, but they didn't for some reason. Despite Viv stating that Helluva Boss mainly centers around Blitzo and his history, they never expanded on Barbie Wire, who is Blitzo's sister.

The Circus

The Circus was the first episode in Season 2 showing Blitzo and Stolas as children. While most of the episode centered around Stolas and Blitzo, we got to see Blitzo's childhood for the first time. What his occupation was, how his father treated him, his relationship with Fizzarolli, and how he first met Stolas...wait..that's it. Those were the only things we actually saw in The Circus.

Despite literally being Blitzo's twin, Barbie Wire wasn't shown or mentioned once throughout this entire episode. They instead gave that sibling-like role to Fizzarolli who isn't even related to Blitzo at all. Barbie Wire wasn't even mentioned by Cash Buckzo when he tried to convince Blitzo to steal from Stolas' home.

There were people assuming that this character right here is Barbie Wire, but different horn patterns. So an episode showing Blitzo's childhood for the first time doesn't even show Barbie Wire once, what a great start.

Lack of Hype

Barbie Wire had very little hype for her character as time was going on. Viv and the other creators did very little to showcase her or even try to make an attempt to hype her up, the fandom has acknowledged and appreciated Barbie Wire's existence more than the creators themselves have. Let that sink in.

For this section, I'm gonna bring up a character that actually had hype and that's Andrealphus. Now personally, I don't believe Andrealphus was planned until Season 2 was being developed because you'd think a character like him would be mentioned way more especially by Stella in Season 1. Anyway, Andrealphus had some hype surrounding him with his design and role released in February 2022

And in one of the teasers of Western Energy, we actually get a gif of his Frozen-themed birthday cake-shaped manor hyping up his character even more. While he was underwhelming as hell in his debut, people were looking forward to the episode just to see him for the first time.

Are there any gifs featuring Barbie Wire for Unhappy Campers? No, there aren't. The only gifs that advertise Unhappy Campers are three gifs of Moxxie and Millie in their mediocre human disguises.

People only knew that Barbie Wire was going to be in this episode due to a teaser trailer for Helluva Boss that was released last year. I'm pretty sure some folks didn't even know that Barbie Wire was even gonna be in this episode getting into it.

I almost forgot to mention, the latest merch sale for Helluva Boss completely forgot to mention the new Barbie Wire pin that was released. Not sure how the hell they missed that, but I'm pretty sure it was intentional.

Very little screentime

Barbie Wire does not have much screentime and the screentime she does have doesn't really explain much of her character. Half of her screentime consists of her fighting Moxxie and Blitzo and the other half of her screentime consists of her shit talking Blitzo and we don't have a clue as to why she hates his brother.

Barbie Wire has more screen time being mentioned by Blitzo and other demons than she actually appearing in the episode itself. Hell Barbie Wire legit has more screen time just being featured in posters or being mentioned by other characters in previous episodes than she does in her actual appearance in Unhappy Campers overall.

Remember when the robotic version of Fizzarolli was introduced in the beginning of Loo Loo Land and was the antagonist throughout the entire episode. What the hell happened to that? Oh I know, Helluva Boss as of recently loves to maintain two or three plots which makes the pacing out of order which as a result makes the character screen time shorter.

Lady Blitzo

Personality-wise, Barbie Wire is just Blitzo but female. She uses her body to manipulate people to get what she wants, works for an illegal business, hates damn near everybody, is violent as hell, and blames others for her failures. There are very few differences between Barbie Wire and Blitzo, I know that there probably are differences but I don't know what exactly those differences are because we don't know a lot about Barbie Wire. More on that later.

Her Human Disguise

I never had a problem with Barbie Wire's true form because I don't care about her looking exactly like Blitzo. She's literally his twin, why wouldn't they look the same? It is one thing for Crimson and Moxxie to look alike since they're father and son, but it's understandable that Barbie Wire looks like Blitzo.

wait did Barbie Wire get a redesign?

But what isn't understandable or even makes sense is Barbie Wire's human form looks very similar to Velvette as a Sinner.

Why does Barbie Wire, a Hellborn demon from Helluva Boss look somewhat like an older version of Velvette a sinner from Hazbin Hotel? This is the second new character in a row who looks like an already-designed character. And like the 5th character overall who has a design similar to a previously made character.

And why the hell are her forearms so huge but everything else is thin? I know Blitzo has big forearms but isn't he also muscular? It makes some sense with his build but Barbie Wire isn't muscular at all. She's literally a fallen-off pop star junkie.

Vivziepop has been drawing and designing for almost a decade as a hobby and as an occupation yet she can't make a design that doesn't have remnants of an already-made design. Too many characters look similar to each other in both Hazbin and Helluva that sometimes you forget who is who.

They can literally do so much with Barbie Wire's human disguise, but they just made her look like Velvette but skinnier.

Lack of character story

There's..not much to Barbie Wire that actually answers questions that people had. The most popular one being, "Why does Barbie Wire hate Blitzo?" In Unhappy Campers we don't get a reason as to why Barbie Wire hates Blitzo, we just know that she hates him for some reason.

I still can't with Blitzo's puppy dog eyes

At least when Verosika made her debut in Spring Broken we're given a few lines as to why Verosika just despises Blitzo. Blitzo ran away with her car all the way to Wrath and maxed out her credit card on horse riding lessons and possibly never came into contact with her again up until Spring Broken. And in Ozzie's we're given even further clues as to why Verosika hates Blitzo as she literally insults him in the last few lines of her portion of "House of Asmodeus". But with Barbie Wire, Blitzo's blood related twin sister, we get nothing. We just know that she hates Blitzo and never wants to speak with him again.

We don't even know anything about her personally either. What was her relationship with Fizzarolli like? What was her relationship with Verosika like? Why did Verosika insult her? How did she obtain an Asmodean Crystal? All of these questions, no canonical answers. Just fan theories and speculation which..is a huge ass problem with Helluva Boss and to an extent Hazbin Hotel too.

Conclusion

Barbie Wire is unfortunately a wasted potential and a huge missed opportunity writing wise and at this point I'm not even looking forward to the new characters at this point especially the female ones because I know the writers won't do the characters any good. Thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a nice day!

[hypnoneghoul]

Christmas Ghouls 6/10

WC: 1010

Relationship: Phantom & Dewdrop

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Soph @zombieqveenz <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Hey, Dewy!” Phantom called out, rounding the corner in the Den. He stopped just in front of Dewdrop’s face, noses nearly touching. He still didn’t really understand the concept of personal space. “Where are you running to?”

“Practice room. I was actually just about to text you to join me.”

“Can we do something real quick on our way?” the young ghoul asked. Of course, even if he’d want to, Dewdrop would never be able to tell no to those big eyes filled with excitement.

“Sure,” he smiled and took Phantom’s hand in his own, squeezing it assuringly. “Lead the way.”

He chirped happily and dragged Dewdrop down the Den and into his own room, ordering the fire ghoul to sit on the bed as he stood before him.

“Alright, so…” Phantom cleared his throat, “I really hope you’re not gonna murder me for that but… but I noticed you don’t really have any plushies. I think I saw two or three, from the fans.”

“Well… yeah, I have three. Rain kinda adopted them, though. Hold up, why would I mur–”

Without answering, the quintessence ghoul turned on his heel and walked to his wardrobe. He opened it and hid something that was inside with his body. “Plushies are nice and when I saw you with those three I thought you should have more.”

“Okay…” Dewdrop was slightly confused with the way Phantom decided to… do this, but even more with how he looked almost afraid of him for what he was about to do. A pang of guilt for how he used to treat the young ghoul hit Dewdrop again. “Ant, what–”

Phantom turned around in a flash and the next thing the fire ghoul knew he had a big and soft thing on his lap. “Merry Christmas, Dewy.”

“Wh– you got me this for Christmas?”

“Uhm… yeah? I know we’re demons and we like Satan and all but Swiss told me–” he started to ramble, fidgeting anxiously with his hands, nearly vibrating.

“No, sorry, I–” Dewdrop sighed, taking a breath to compose himself. “I treated you like shit, I didn’t think you’d… you know.”

“Oh… I don’t– I know you didn’t mean to be like that.” The quintessence ghoul shrugged. “We’ve already talked about this, and I have no bad feelings about that, anymore. It’s just… just love now, and I wanted to get you something nice. If you don’t like–”

“No! No, Ant, I–” Dewdrop finally took a moment to look down at the plushie. It was a quite big sloth, like his whole torso, with a goofy smile and big eyes, and it was very soft. “Fuck, I love it.”

“You– you do? It has a… uhm, velcro on the hands? You can make it hug you.”

“Ant…” he smiled, grinned, and Phantom finally relaxed where he was still standing in front of him. “It’s amazing. I love it so much, I love you. No way in hell I’m letting Rain steal it. Come here.”

Phantom obliged, throwing himself into Dewdrop’s arms for a tight hug, squeezing the plushie between them. The fire ghoul closed his eyes, to not let the other see how glassy they got, and took a few deep breaths. He kissed Phantom between the horns before pulling away. His face gave away very well how pleased with himself he was.

“I love you,” Dewdrop told him, leaning down to give him a proper kiss. “Always have, I was just a stupid ass. Never forget that.”

“I love you, too,” Phantom giggled, blushing.

They took a few more moments to stare at each other with bright eyes before Dewdrop remembered what waited for them in the practice room. “Can we go now? I’ve got something for you.”

“Y– yeah, sure.” Phantom got up, letting Dewdrop stand too. He gripped the plushie and looked it over again with a goofy smile on his face. It really was amazing.

“What was that about velcro?”

“What? Oh! Oh, yeah, let me–” the quintessence ghoul took the sloth and joined its hands together, creating a loop that he put over Dewdrop’s head. “You can wrap the legs around you too, and–”

“I fucking love that, Ant, oh my god!” he nearly screamed, laughing. Phantom didn’t think he ever saw the fire ghoul  so… joyful. And it was him who caused that. Phantom could cry. He just might, later.

For now, he just grinned and grabbed Dewdrop’s hand. They left the bedroom, Dewdrop walking proudly with the sloth plushie hanging off him through the corridors.

In the rehearsal area Dewdrop left to go fetch something from the storage, and got back to Phantom excitedly rocking back and forth on his feet. The fire ghoul gestured to him to sit down on the stage and joined him, putting a guitar case in front of them.

“I know you like the Fantomen,” he started, “better than me anyway, and you don’t have to use this one on stage. Or at all. You can do whatever you want with it, or nothing, but– yeah. I just wanted you to have it.”

Dewdrop opened the case and Phantom gasped when his eyes fixed on the glossy instrument inside. It was a Fender Stratocaster, heavily modified. Just like Dewdrop’s but… black. Black body, black pickguard and knobs, black hardware—including a Floyd Rose tremolo system—and ebony fretboard.

“No way,” Phantom whispered, more to himself than the other ghoul, lifting a hand to run it over the shiny fresh strings.

“I built it myself so it’d be–”

“You did?” The quintessence ghoul lifted his head, eyes big and bright and teary and filled with so many emotions that Dewdrop got a sudden urge to burst out crying right there.

“Yeah,” he said instead. “Wanted you to have the best. I’m not saying I’m the best, but I know what–”

Phantom interrupted Dewdrop by launching himself at him, hiding his face in his neck and squeezing him with his arms. “You’re the best, Dewy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ant. Merry Christmas.”

[klunsgod]

Character analyzing Prince Bully because I want to do that

With their species introduced in Super Maro 64, and its remake Super Mario 64 DS, the Bullies have instantly established themselves to have a daredevil type of culture. Their way of winning by pushing their opponents off their arenas and into a fiery end is like a very fatal form of sumo wrestling.

With only feet to walk with, their horns held high, and a permanent frown, they’re a very headstrong species with a size that’s just the right amount of cute when fighting alone, but become very bothersome pests when they gang up. You know, like actual bullies.

It would only make sense that the potential royalty of this kind of culture would be just like them, only more sophisticated.

The Bullies reappeared years later in Super Mario 3D World, sporting a redesign I’ve got thoughts on unrelated to this post. Nonetheless, their tough helmets, frowns, and horns rearing forward still speaks to their way of charging straight at their foes to push them off.

Along with the reappearance of the Bullies, we also have Prince Bully, the royalty commanding the Bullies allied with Bowser. Different than the blue-shelled Bullies, Prince Bully’s got a shinier silver helmet and a plume embedded on it. Plumes are usually placed on helmets for identification of rank or to intimidate the opponent, so it would make sense that a prince of those species would wear a plume for both reasons.

When fighting Prince Bully, he actually starts off with a warcry before attacking. This is not someone that just charges randomly; he actually has an honor reason prior to engaging with their enemy. Of course the player can always interrupt Prince Bully before he can finish his ritual; take any chance you can get, but please keep what he’s doing in mind if you want to exploit or respect him.

In the player’s rematch with Prince Bully, he’s retrofitted his shoes and plume to be blue now to accommodate his new strategy of shooting three blue flames from his mouth. He dresses for the occasion, he adapts, but he still performs his warcry since that’s still important for him to do regardless if he has to change his strategies or not. This is very much indicative of him being too tied to his culture, regardless if it gives his enemy the advantage or not. Quite respectful of him

But it’s a flaw of him regardless. And judging by his pretty young voice in his warcry, you could also give off the image that he’s inexperienced or too naive to assume that all of his enemies would give him the chance to finish. That’s another side of that interpretation.

You can only guess if his parents are more ruthless in fighting or if they raised Prince Bully with this honor in mind.

Motive

Some of the royalty allied with Bowser sometimes have their reasons for joining Bowser.

King Bob-omb was fighting his own war against the Bob-omb Buddies, the reason for this war can be layered on with a lot of theory sauce. Being allied with Bowser gave the king a Power Star which gave him quite the advantage in power

The Whomp King felt vengeful towards every stone out there. Stones were stepped on, to create homes, and they were never thanked for it. He believed allying himself with Bowser would help with his retribution towards anyone who would misuse stone.

And hell, the King and Queen Hisstocrat love eachother (look at how they react when one of them is hurt) and you’ve only seen other Hisstocrats in context of serving the royalty dinner plates. It’s easy to theorize they were convinced to join Bowser for more food.

Looking at Prince Bully’s character, and all the other Bullies under him, they would definitely join to support the biggest bully of all: Bowser. Taking over territories, pushing people around. Prince Bully would definitely respect someone who so perfectly represents their culture on such a grand scale.

Conclusion

i don't even like Prince Bully all that much, but i wanted to note how you can character analyze a nonverbal character purely based on their animations and appearance. i like doing that in the spaces i frequent but haha they're currently talking about how Bones inside a Body aren't Bones

i also once made a "Classic Prince Bully" design. i wanted to exaggerate his headstrong attitude by further extending his plume.

it would be pretty funny to make Prince Bully a fan-favorite by developing him in further games with the personality traits he's got right now. an angry young boy too tied in tradition. imagine the amount of perspectives that a Mario story tied around tradition would bring. there's a lot of royalty in that universe, after all...

[amphitriteswife]

Until we reach the surface

Poseidon x Amphitrite! Reader 🔱x🦈

( ⚠️Warnings: angst to comfort, self destructive behavior, mythology Poseidon,)

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A story where you’re Amphitrite, Oceanus’s eldest daughter. However you unfortunately have to seal your fate with a certain sea god….

Amphitrite, Oceanus’ eldest and powerful daughter. You had existed before even Zeus himself was born and you’re awfully good friends with the greek god of the Underworld himself. As you are older than most deities you have had a good relationship with the elder deities. A lot of deities during the centuries wanted to be with you or marry you. However none of them even peeked your interest nor had your father approval, as both you and your father knew that you had to marry a certain man. Did you like the thought of that? No. But you had to. Because it was your duty as the eldest.

You were in your room brushing your hair when a maid came in to tell you that your father requested to see you. When you arrived you had noticed the atmosphere was thick and that it must be something very serious so you took a a seat and waited for your father to speak about the matter.

‘Daughter, I have called you here because i want you to prepare a ball for about 3 months from now.’ Your father stated as he looked at you from his throne.

‘I see, May i ask for who we are having this ball?’ You asked him as you knew that he gave you a lot of time which meant that it must be for someone important.

‘We are going to have a important guest.’ He replied. You looked at him with a serious expression. If this guest is so important it could be 3 options one, a very important deity. Two, a new sea god or three it could be him. However you had your hopes on the first two.

‘Alright, then i’ll dismis myself to my room.’ You said but before you could leave you were stopped by your father. You had not moved a inch and kept still as you felt strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

‘Please take care.’ He said as he hugged you. You looked back at him and hugged him tightly. You knew that those words meant that he was going to be here and that you might marry him. Your father told you that those 3 months was the longest he could get before he would come. You told your father that you’d be alright and dismissed yourself as you were getting emotional.

Back in your room you decided to take a bath and think about some things. You knew that he would come sooner or later…yet you found yourself still uncomfortable at the idea of him actually being here. Why did it have to be now? You understand that you have to be the one that marries him because you otherwise had to remain a virgin but what if you later wanted to get married if have kids? What if you dislike being his wife? You calmly told yourself to just think rational. You knew you were strong, and you won’t let it get to you. You’ll survive this.

🫧🐠 ~3 months later~ 🫧🐠

You had come to terms with things…or so you liked to believe. The ball was okay. Ofcourse you received a lot of compliments for the decorating and preparations. Both Oceanus and Tethys were in front of the castle to welcome the guest. You on the other hand made sure your sisters were ready for the ball as you went over everything just once more to check if everything was perfect. A horn was blown to give off that the special guest had arrived.

You had met Hades half trough the ball and talked to him about the latest of things as he was a very close friend of you since forever. He even told you that he had a crush on a special goddess he saw when he once visited the mortal realm. You had began to like a ball bit by bit as Hades was there by your side the entire time. Little did you know that a pair of blue eyes had been staring at you the entire time . You’re laugh and beautiful dress were hard to miss. Ofcourse he had the attention of all your sisters but that didn’t matter because he had already decided that he wanted you. Not only was he annoyed by your sisters gushing over him, he hated that you were close to his brother. Why were you so close to him? Why are you there laughing with him when you should be with him instead? There were a million questions popping into his head until it hit him. Why was he so fixated in you? Did you put something in his drink? Why is his heart beating so fast by even the sight of you? What the hell was happening with him?! He didn’t know why or how he was feeling this way but boy did he hate it. A snarl was spread across his face as his eyes narrowed at the sight of his brother and you laughing. It got so bad that that the glass of wine in his hand shattered. Soon all your sisters took a step back as the glass shards fell to the ground. You didn’t even bother to look back as you were not interested in this guest whatsoever.

‘Is everything alright Poseidon?’ Tethys asked him as she was pretty calm about the whole situation. She soon noticed the glare Poseidon had on his face and followed his eyes.

‘You have made up your mind I see.’ Tethys spoke with a smirk was on her face as she seemed to enjoy Poseidon’s jealousy. Poseidon on the other hand had not said anything at all as he was to busy stating at you and his brother.

‘That is my eldest daughter, Amphitrite. Shall I call her over for you?’ Tethys didn’t even wait as Poseidon watched her walk over to you and his brother. Soon you were walking towards him and actually standing in front of him. He felt weird. And not in a good way. Poseidon’s eyes could only narrow as his brows furrowed together.

‘I heard you had requested to see me.’ You said uninterested as you gave him the same look he gave you. Cold and apathetic.

‘You.’ Poseidon said in a booming voice which made everyone take a few steps back…except for you. You still remained in front of him with that cold and apathetic look.

‘Yes, me. What is it that you want from me?’ You asked nonchalantly as there were a few gasps and a wheeze from Hades who found this whole situation amusing. Poseidon glanced at his brother and then back at you. He looked at you like he was inspecting you, looking carefully at your features. You could feel his eyes wandering over you but you weren’t going to let something as trivial as that scare you. He stopped when he reached your hair. Your hair was interesting. It presented the waves as it looked like it was streaming. He soon turned away and walked over to your parents as the crowd themselves also began to go back to talking. You just raised a brow and thought nothing of it as Hades once again walked up you.

After the partly you had said goodbye to Hades and went outside to get some fresh air. You had begun to walk and were quite far from the castle. You sighed and sat down on a rock as your eyes had caught the attention of some jellyfishes. You sighed again but this time with a smile as some if the fishies had started to swarm towards you. You didn’t mind one bit that they cuddled against you as it tickled a bit. After a while you decided to go to the beach and look at the sunset. However when you were finally getting comfortable you noticed a figure standing behind you and did not bother to turn around.

‘Do you have any business with me?’ You asked coldly now turning to face him. ‘Poseidon.’ Poseidon looked at you with his cold and emotionless eyes as he grabbed your wrist and tried pulling you closer. Unfortunately for him you had already grabbed his wrist with your other hand and flipped him over. Poseidon was now staring at you with his vision upside down. Not only were you treating him as a lesser, you also just floored him. The audacity. Poseidon thought to himself…yet he could not help being a bit amused by you. No one would even dare to do this to him. So why shouldn’t he just toy with you a little longer? Poseidon let out a soft chuckle as he got up and dusted himself off.

‘You’re very strong for someone who has no choice in life.’ Poseidon said to you. Even though his voice was serious you knew he was trying to mock you for not having a choice in marriage. What pissed you off more was that he had a twisted smile on his face.

‘And you’re pretty weak for a god.’ You said back at him in the same mocking manner as you also had a smile on your face. Poseidon could only smirk even more as he stepped closer to you.

‘Then you should get used to it. Wife.’ The moment he said that last words your face returned to it stoic self. You went quiet and looked at him as he looked at you back. Only this time it was not mockery but…a hint of love?

Unfortunately you were to angry to notice it and it also didn’t help that you had a short temper when it came to him. Blinded by rage you had failed to notice that there was a large body of water starting to rise. Poseidon seemed to find this very amusing as he had never seen any sea god do this before. The large body of water had taken a form of your father, Oceanus with tentacles coming from the back and claws attached to the end. Poseidon felt a different emotion. It wasn’t like when he first saw you or heard you laugh. It was something different…fear. You soon realized what you were doing as the large body of water lost its form and crashed into the sea. You only looked at Poseidon with eyes that looked like they killed him, skinned them, cut them, put them box and threw them in the sea. Poseidon demeanor did not change on the outside but he seemed to love that you put some fear into him. You made your way back into the sea leaving him behind standing in the beach with a smile of victory.

‘She didn’t leave because she lost. She left because she would’ve teared you apart.’ A voice said as Poseidon could hear the scrunch of the footsteps against the sand.

‘Is that so? Hades.’ Poseidon said not turning as he was still facing the direction where you were standing. Hades knows his brother very well. Even though he was just gazing at were you just stood he could see the hints of pink on his cheeks. Hades could only wonder if Poseidon was a sadist or a delusional man.

Back at the castle you made your way to the throne room and barged in. Both your mother and father looked at you in shock when they saw the fury on your face. You took deep breathes to calm yourself as your once furrowed brown were now tilted upwards.

‘Why did you agree?..’ you asked them in a soft voice. Both your parents looked at you with guilt in their eyes as they knew you had not wanted this. Neither of them had the heart to tell you that the wedding was soon yet you already figured as Poseidon had called you his wife.

Defeated you turned your back against them and walked away. In the halls you had your sisters who congratulated you and some of then said they wished they married him while others were a bit sad that they hadn’t been chosen. One of them even revealed that the wedding was in 2 days. As soon as you heard that you barged into your room and locked the door. You sat against the bed and thought for a moment until you started crying. You didn’t know what to do. You know you have to. You know they all expect you to. You know that you have bo right to complain. You thought you were ready to face it….Yet here you are crying. The only option is to tun away and never look back. Your family won’t be sad because they have lots of sisters right?…..No. You will not let him bring you down. You have lived for centuries while he is practically a fetus compared to you. You’re not going to let a doodoo ass nobody let you feel this way….

Note: I made the version where Amphy! Reader was Oceanus’ daughter to make her more powerful than Poseidon. I also made Hades good friends with Amphy! Reader because i don’t like the dynamic where Hades would blindly justify Poseidon because that does not sound very logical to me.

Also i’ll make a pt2 cus idk if it would be too much.

@miss-seanymph-pani @monstertreden @viostar2095 @vilereign @lotusmybeloved

[bippityboppity69]

Phraest-Desire

[I fully blame the character video, his voice is too damn seductive. This is smut. Enjoy]

Inside the mirages lies a scroll, in it is the power you seek.

Those words echoed through Merlin’s head as they made their way up the cliff. Wiping the sweat from their brow, the desert sun scorching above. One hand on the sandstone, tracing the mark left there. A warning to not go further.

“Fog and wool.” Merlin thought as they walked up to the entrance of a cave. “Keep a neutral expression.”

Entering the darkness, ensuring that they held no emotion in their expression. Keeping their eyes forward as they trekked inside, becoming cooler as they followed the path. Giving no reaction at the hiss of a snake. Nor when the glitter of gold and jewels appeared in the corner of their eye. None of it was real anyway and they knew what they were truly after.

Making it to the bottom, a large cavern laying open. Keeping their hands together, Merlin walked forward. Their footsteps seemed to echo around the space. Gaze lingering on a small scroll on a pillar. A scroll that reportedly held the power to restore what they lost, a way to regain their memories and their full power. All that was left was to grab it and get back.

“Well, aren’t you a strange mortal.” A masculine voice spoke behind them. “Not even a glance at riches or danger.”

Ah, yes, they knew who this was. After all, they had done their research. Phraesto. A Hypogean who specialized in illusions. All they had to do was ensure no sense of desire crossed their face or mind. That was the source of his power after all.

“Riches hold no merit for me and I can handle snakes with ease.” Merlin stated, voice monotone as they grabbed the scroll.

Holding it close as they turned around. A completely neutral expression on their face as they regarded the Hypogean in front of them. He was tall and muscular, skin grey with dark spikes on his collarbone and shoulders. Long blood red hair was tucked behind pointed ears, curved black horns resting on his brow. The Hypogean stepped forward, red eyes staring them down.

Taking a puff from his pipe, a slim line of red smoke leaving his mouth. The strong smell of spices, cloves, cinnamon, and something like iron swirled around them. He was circling them, long black skirt trailing over the sand. Three long scorpion tails swayed behind him.

“How curious.” Phraesto whispered in their ear. “You mortals always show such strong emotions, yet you show none.”

“Emotions are unnecessary.” Merlin calmly said, turning to look at him.

Phraesto gave a hum. This was the strangest mortal he had encountered by far. They were different than the usual treasure hunters and bandits that he would get. Their eyes held no emotion, face kept in a calm expression. Even their body language was lax.

“What is your name little mortal?”

“Names hold power.”

Even their voice held nothing. Merlin watched as he took another breath, not moving as the Hypogean came closer. Forcing themselves to remain still as the red smoke swirled around them. Nothing they would see was actually real. It was just a trick.

“Riches and danger mean nothing, what about power?”

A mirror appeared in front of them. Their reflection stood before them but…dressed in finery for a noble. Red and gold swirled in hypnotizing patterns, complimenting the bejeweled crown on their head.

“Power holds no interest to me.”

The mirror vanished, the entire place going dark before another mirage appeared. A library. Bookcases stretched endlessly before them, thousands of books lay around them.

“Knowledge~” Voice barely above a whisper. “A wealth of knowledge never seen before.”

“Knowledge can always be gained.”

They had practiced these answers on the way over. The image dissolved before their eyes, another taking it’s place. A wooden stage with a crowd of people, all cheering and clapping. It seemed to be for a play or opera. This was the easiest one to ignore. After all, they hated being the center of attention. It happened far too much.

“I don’t like people enough for fame.” Merlin told him.

All they had to do was survive a few more illusions and they would have the scroll. Walking forward into the crowd, the people swirled into sand. Making their way towards the exit, eyes focused forward.

“There is always something you mortals desire.” His voice echoed around them.

Stopping as red eyes appeared in front of them, blocking their path forward. They had expected this though. Going to move around him, a hand grabbed their wrist. Forcing themselves to stay calm as a hand grabbed their chin, tilting their face up.

“Perhaps you seek love? Companionship?” Phraesto purred, voice low and husky. “Passion ungranted by mortals.”

Yet another one that was easy to ignore. After all, they could have all those things without a Hypogean's help. Though Phraesto was an extremely handsome man and they were starting to get a little lightheaded from the scents around them.

Having to focus on keeping their face neutral, not feeling as the tip of a scorpion tail nicked their ankle. A few drops of ruby red welling to the surface, causing their leg to twitch.

Phraesto watched the mortal’s concertation break, just for a moment. Which was all he needed. A memory flashed through his mind. One of tangled bodies, of dissatisfaction and annoyance. A tiny glimpse of desire, which was just enough for him.

Merlin clenched their jaw, regaining their neutral expression. Shit! Hopefully, nothing had crossed their face or mind. The grip on their chin tightened as the Hypogean stepped closer to them. Were…his eyes always so…beautiful? They looked like rubies…

Fingers stroked up their cheekbones, warm and gentle. They…needed to move out of the cave, away from Phraesto. The heady scent of spices seemed heavier, filling their head with a different fog. One that was thick, overpowering their own.

Phraesto watched as the mortals eyes became glazed over. Their expression relaxing like their body, yet there was still no more of the desire from before. He needed more. Usually his venom was quite potent, a mortal typically only needing a few drops. Yet this one seemed to be withstanding the effects.

Merlin blinked, feeling as an arm wrapped around their waist. Pulling them closer to Phraesto, their body felt strange. Relaxed, far more than it should be. Lip twitching as they struggled through the fog in their mind. They…needed to get…out. Wincing as something nicked across their wrist, the fog become stronger. The urge to leave evaporated. The defenses they had put up seemed to melt away. They felt so calm…not even blinking as red eyes met theirs.

A smile came over the Hypogean as he watched the mortal fall under the effects of his venom. Perfect~ Taking the scroll from their hands, he always got this treasure back. Now, what to do with this strange mortal? The only one who had made it this far. Perhaps he should reward them?

The longer Merlin stared into his eyes, the harder it was to hold onto to their mind. Slipping into the fog, their mask of neutrality fell away. Their heartbeat seemed to echo in their ears. Fingers dragged over their lips, electricity dancing across their skin.

“Lose yourself Magister~” A voice purred, low and full of desire. “Let yourself be free~”

A slow heat rolled through their veins. Face flushing as a hand dragged over the front of their robes. Their clothes felt stifling, suffocating. The sensation of cool air against them brought relief. Heart beating quicker than normal as warm hands, rough with callouses, dragged up their sides. There was a tiny voice in their mind, telling them to snap out of it. This wasn’t right! Something was wrong with them! They needed t-

Soft lips against theirs, a warm body pressed against them. Eyes fluttering as the pleasure grew stronger, the taste of spices danced across their tongue. The faintest taste of metal appeared for just a split second before vanishing. Red eyes stared into theirs, Merlin losing themselves in the ruby gaze.

Phraesto ran a hand through their hair, soft against his palm. Moving down to their neck, kissing at their pulse. Rapid and irregular, his venom had taken effect. Who would have ever thought Magister Merlin would enter his cave? No wonder they had been able to resist his mirages. Yet, it seemed not even the great Magister could hide their desires from him.

Merlin shivered as teeth nipped at their flesh. The warmth was before had now becoming a fire. Arousal pooling in their lower stomach. Leaning into the hands that dragged down their body. Every motion feeding into their desire. They were being pushed down and back. Something soft against their hands, a blanket, no a bed. It seemed dimmer than before. Yet, the pleasure was still there and growing stronger.

Back arching as fingers pinched at their nipples. A moan slipping out as a hot mouth closed on their other. Hands against his shoulders, grabbing at the spikes. Breath coming out in short puffs, chest flushed just like their face.

It wasn’t often he indulged, but this was a special mortal after all. Moving his hand down, dragging across Merlin’s stomach and down to their hips. Fingers finding a patch of hair before going further below. A tremble ran through Merlin as fingers touched their entrance. Lightly tracing and moving around, leaving them wanting for more.

Breath catching as a different hand buried into their hair, grip tight and harsh. Pulling their head back as lips sought theirs again. Arms wrapped around Phraesto, tugging him closer. A stuttering gasp left them as thick fingers pressed inside. Slowly moving in and out, curling and scissoring. Each move causing their pleasure to climb higher. Dizzying and addictive, a cold chitinous appendage wrapping around their arms, holding them in place.

“A-ah~”

“Sh, Magister.” Phraesto whispered as he moved their legs up and apart. “Enjoy yourself~”

Unable to stop the soft whine as he removed his fingers. Dancing at the edge of pleasure, eyes clouded with lust. Pelvises pressing together, crying out as a thick heat slid into them. Toes curling at the sensation, stealing the breath from their lungs.

“Your desire will be fully fulfilled tonight Merlin.”

It was so hard to focus. Their mind flitted between their rapid heartbeat, the way Phraesto completely enveloped them. Sweat dotted their skin as his fingers danced across them. Electricity at every touch, every spot. Lips parted as they desperately gasped for air.

“Ngh!”

Nails dug into his shoulders, scorpion tails pulling their hands up. Holding their wrists tightly as their hips were pinned in place. Phraesto giving a low hum as he rocked his hips against Merlin, every thrust slow. There was no need to rush after all. Ensuring one’s desire took time and patience, which he had plenty of both.

Merlin shook against Phraesto, the pleasure overwhelming but never enough! Moving their body against his, a silent plea to move faster being ignored. The maddeningly slow pleasure becoming the sole thing that they could focus on. Those red eyes ensnared them, unable to look away. Bliss filled their mind. Red hair brushing against their cheek.

“A pleasure mortals never gave you~” The words weaved through their mind like a spell. “That they can never give to you~”

A cry echoed across the cavern, one of several that would follow throughout the night.

[The next day]

Merlin sat with their face in their hands, cheeks flushed as they let out a silent groan. There had been a lot of ways to fail this little mission of theirs. They had tried to account for every possibility.

Yet, they never accounted for Phraesto to fuck them senseless!

Glancing down at the mark on their wrist, three black scorpion tails wrapped in a circle. The pointed tips meeting in the middle. A shiver ran down their spine as the memory drifted through them. Well, they didn’t get the scroll, but they certainly had their desire filled.

[clickerflight]

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Masterlist - Voltober 15

Content: Whumpee turned whumper, whumper turned whumpee, vampire whumper, fae whumpee, mentions of past abuse including rape, brutal murder of fae queen

@voltober

Uprising | Revenge | Whumpee Turned Whumper

There was an intruder in the palace! Inermis fumed, storming through her halls. Her guards had been useless and none of the fae actually knew what was going on. Whoever was in the palace seemed to know exactly how to get around without being caught and it was making the queen of the fae very very nervous. She snarled, turning another corner, head tilted so her horns were forward and ready to attack at any moment.

She stopped when she saw the figure at the end of the hall. Familiar and yet so so different. The man that she would typically dress in tight black leathers and sashes stood there, looking more like a village peasant with an earthy blue tunic and sand colored trews, soft leather belts holding up pouches on his waist.

He smiled, his special two pairs of fangs on display. “Inermis,” he purred.

Inermis gave her most charming smile, composing herself quickly. “My husband. It is good to see you again! Have you finally realized how much you missed me?”

Benny snorted. “Absolutely not.”

Inermis didn’t let her smile drop. She had him under her thumb only a decade ago. It wouldn’t be difficult to drag him back under.

She turned up the charm, slowly shrinking her form and changing her proportions to those that she remembered he really liked. “I missed you,” she said with a little pout. She walked down the hall and sighed. “You are so handsome. I haven’t been satisfied by any other since you have been gone.” Mostly because the fae were not vampires and she desperately missed how powerful vampire blood made her.

Benny scoffed, brushing aside her charm easily. “Right. I’m sure. Do you know why I’m here?”

Inermis came to a full stop suddenly, about three strides away from him. She hadn’t considered that. If he didn’t miss her then why was he here?

He lifted his fingers, fae-like claws adorning the tips. “There are a lot of people on the mortal realm who would love to hear that the queen of the fae is dead, and I am at the top of that list. You tortured me, brainwashed me, drank my blood, and raped me. Now, you expect me to love you because of some bond you think you made with me? Because you thought your brainwashing could last this long? I’m sorry to say, dear, but you have birthed your own downfall.”

Inermis took a step back as he took a step forward, fangs bared in that terrible smile. “You can’t! You are not strong enough,” she said, trying to call whatever bluff he was setting up. “You could never hurt me-”

“How long has it been, Inermis? Since you have had vampire blood? It burns up quickly in fae, doesn’t it? That’s why you fed from me so often. You exploited my instincts so I would form a blood bond with you and make it easier to charm me into doing whatever you wanted. Unfortunately for you, that blood stayed with me. In my new claws, in my fangs. You created me. And I will end you for what you have done.”

Inermis turned to run, feeling like a terrified deer.

Benny was on her heels, though, laughing and enjoying the chase.

She slid around a corner, clawing at her very over the top restrictive corset to get it off so she could try and fly away. She managed it barely, and got up into the air only to be slammed into and dragged to the ground as Benny leapt up to grab her.

She screamed, fear suffocating her for the first time in her entire life.

He pinned her to the floor, grinning down at her. “It’s about time I got on top,” he snarled.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, that could save her life. Benny was faster. His teeth sank into her throat.

Pain exploded through her and she found she couldn’t breath. He shook his head back and forth, throwing her head around as he severed and tore out her wind pipe.

He stared down at her, spitting out her flesh, the smile gone and a serious expression on his face. “For me, and for everyone you have hurt in your rule,” he whispered before he leaned down, drinking the blood that spilled from her savaged throat.

She twitched weakly, but there wasn’t anything she could do as she was killed by the man she had once called ‘husband.’

VTB part 17

Clove Masterlist

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @the-blind-one-speaks @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain @inkkswhumpandstuff 

@honeycollectswhump @whump-blog-reblogs @pigeonwhumps @mj-or-say10 @percy-frayer 

@currentlyinthesprial @scoundrelwithboba @whumps-and-bumps @hellodecisionparalysis @scatteriskity

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

roles reversed

pairing: ethan landry x female!reader

WC: 4.4K

warnings: cursing, sexual implications, blood, stabbing, the whole ladder/apartment chase scene.

summary: ethan and anika switch to their original roles.

A/N: based on the original script. ethan isnt related to anyone, landry is his actual last name. gonna do a second version where reader dies instead of ethan cause double the angst is always fun! also i put the song cause i saw a scream edit

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since may 6

masterlist / ethan landry

version 2

🎧 heathens death and void

everyone was to gather at the carpenter's sister’s apartment. after the killing of two blackmore students with sam’s license at the scene of the crime, you all knew ghostface was back whether you liked it or not. people were so obsessed with those sick fucking movies and now obsessed with sam carpenter and it was annoying as hell.

so after your classes for the day, you walked to the apartment with your boyfriend, ethan landry, after his econs class. then soon were joined by chad and mindy who said anika would be joining a bit later.

“what do you always say about the love interest?” you questioned the horror expert. she rolled her eyes at your words.

“never trust the love interest. i know, i know. but that also goes for tree boy beside you.” an accusatory finger was thrown at the six two boy. ethan’s brows furrowed in the middle, he looked a bit scared of her.

you couldn’t argue with her. you gazed up at ethan with a fake pitying look, “sorry tree boy, but i’m gonna have to hold off on kisses and sex until this is over. not trying to be a horror movie stereotype.”

you heard mindy make fake gagging noises and chad follow up with an immature ‘ewwww’. all ethan did in response to your comment was grab the hand on his side, intertwine your fingers and he pulled both of your hands into his jacket pocket even though the weather wasn’t cold. with the simple smirk pulling his lips you knew your words didn’t bother him and took the joke in stride.

“okay… not to sound like an asshole or anything but-“ mindy turned around to face the three of you since she was ahead of your group, “who do you think is the killer? think stab two. we had new characters introduced and nancy loomis. so either the killer is doing this because of the movies and is just a psycho or doing all this for revenge.”

“how about we not speculate about our friend group?” chad argued with his twin. mindy gave him a bored look before setting her hungry eyes on you and ethan. you did a quick look at ethan just as he looked at you. both of your eyes looking over the other's face, probably determining if they could be the killer.

“i don’t think it’s anyone in our group. definitely a psycho who’s watched the stab franchise a bit too much.” ethan gave his answer. mindy cocked her head with squinted eyes, “okay.” she said quietly.

“knock it off.” a simple command due to her tone towards ethan. she held her hands up in surrender and turned on her heel.

the sounds of horns and people talking or yelling filled the air along with the loud jackhammering of construction. mindy was on her phone doing something while chad and ethan were discussing a show they were currently watching in their dorm.

you let your eyes wander to the pocket where your hands sat, you could feel ethan’s thumb rubbing the top of your hand to your knuckles. then you tilted your head back and peered at him with love-struck eyes. how his eyes were expressive and his brows were wiggling, his lips pulling into a blinding smile and his smile lines creasing. his free hand moving openly in the air to get a point across or how he would trail a finger along his jawline.

he could never be a killer. yeah, his height and body build would add him to the list since everyone mostly speculates the killer to usually be a man. but you knew ethan, longer than the woodsboro group had.

you knew how sweet and nervous ethan is. how he stutters over words when he feels flustered; especially when you first started dating. how he would go to the gym when he was stressed and needed to blow off steam. ethan who’s a cat guy and constantly talks to his mom and younger sister back home.

ethan landry isn’t ghostface and you would swear it on your life.

“y/n? hello… earth to y/n!”

you startle at the call of your name and from the hand waving in front of your face. you wack chad’s hand away with a scowl painting your face, he just laughs before walking through the front door of the apartment building. guess you completely zoned out on the walk. chad and mindy left the two of you behind, ethan staring down at you with a worried frown as you waited for the elevator to come back.

“everything okay?” his voice was hushed. you swiped away the pout on his lips with your thumb. your eyes watching his face as he does the same, his eyes gentle.“you know i trust you very much, right?” your palm held his cheek. his brows twitched, “yeah. of course and i trust you with my heart.” he leaned into your touch.

“we just have to get through this shitty experience and things will slowly go back to normal. we can go on a date, any date you want and we can feel like teenagers again. and i’ll give you all the kisses and cuddles you want and give you the best se-“

ethan swooped down and stopped your rambling with his warm and plush lips. it was just a simple touch, but simplicity always worked in your relationship. ethan pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. you pushed your face up to bump noses together.

“this will all work out. we just gotta stick together.” ethan whispered before leaning back. you kept quiet and nodded at his words.

the ding of the elevator broke the silence and ethan cocked his head and then pulled you behind him. you let the metal box go up its eight floors and then mindlessly walked the hall and into the open door.

the scene before you didn’t look like it belonged in a horror movie. sam walked with blankets and pillows in her arms before setting them on the free chair. chad and tara chat happily (and sickly staring into each other's eyes) as they hang out in the kitchen making dinner. and mindy who was setting the table and pulling faces and making gagging noises to her brother and friend. and then there were you and ethan, hand in hand as you walked through the door with easy smiles on your faces. enjoying the simplicity and comradery of the moment.

“where’s quinn?” ethan questioned as he dropped his backpack by the door.

sam cocked her head towards her roommates' closed door and left it at that. she had a guy over. you took a quick survey of everyone and noticed, “anika still busy?” mindy answered right away, “yeah. said her study group was running late. even sent a picture with the time and everything.”

you didn’t want to make any assumptions, but everyone was a suspect sadly. and if you had to be a bit guarded of certain people then that’s the price to pay. you just hummed at mindy and left it at that before moving back to your boyfriend’s side.

the two of you sat on the couch as the news played on low volume. your arm was looped through his and you leaned your head against his shoulder. his hand fell upon your thigh, his fingers moving back and forth, and he plopped his head down on yours.

you could hear the faint volume of their voices in the kitchen, their laughter and bickering over something. you wished you were closer to your friends, but you understood why you and ethan, along with anika were kinda black sheep. the four of them went through something tragic and moved away to leave it in the past and now it’s come back to haunt them.

with a shuffle of your head, you gave a quick peck to ethan’s clothed shoulder. something just compelled you to show him a once of your love. when you moved your face back to the tv a second later you felt ethan move and the warmth of his kiss to your temple.

everything was going to be okay

you allowed yourself to get swept away by the feeling of ethan and inhaled deeply to have his scent invade your nostrils, wanting to make sure you have him ingrained into your skin. you had that for five minutes until he moved and grabbed the remote off the coffee table.

“hey guys…” he called over his shoulder to your friends, “might want to hear this.” he pressed down on the volume button.

“with two blackmore students dead along with a horror professor, some believe ghostface has made himself a new home in new york.”

you felt your blood rush faster and run cold.

“many believe this could be the work of samantha carpenter. they held a stab shrine in their home and many know her to be the killer from the woods-“

and the feed cut out with the remote flying from sam’s hand. she had an angry scowl painted on her face and her shoulders were tense with her breathing coming out in pants.

“fucking reddit,” she grumbled before walking away.

tara waited for a second before following her sister. chad and mindy stayed with you and ethan wanting to give the two privacy during this rough patch.

“why are people believing that sam was the killer? is it just because of a couple of reddit and twitter threads?” you inquired.

mindy sighed and chad swiped a hand down his face, “pretty much. plus her family history…” chad trailed off. you didn’t know about her family history, but now probably wasn’t the time to ask those questions.

you saw chad and mindy walk away and join the sisters at the dining table, a broken family. you were happy they were there for each other, they could only really trust their group.

“y/n…” ethan squeezed your thigh, your eyes locking with his.his puppy dog eyes sparkled and his grin shined, “i just… i just wanted to tell you…” he licked his lips before leaning towards your ear, words only meant for you to keep. “i just wanted to tell you that i love you.”

he pulled away from the side of your face and looked back into your widened orbs, your pupils surely dilated. your mouth was a bit agape, absorbing the three words and eight letters into your brain while also trying to deduce if you should say them back. ethan saying them almost made it seem like he was already resigning himself to a terrible fate. and you badly wanted to echo the words with your whole heart but held back. this wasn’t going to be a final goodbye between lovers, it was going to be a promise from you.

so you broke your joke rule. your hands met the sides of ethan’s face, his chubby cheeks being given a firm squeeze by your palms. you used your hold to pull his head towards you, hands doing a slight tilt for a better, more intimate kiss. his top lip caught between your top and bottom, teeth doing a slight clink together. his hands trailed to hold your waist and pull you as close as possible on the couch, which was appropriate with other people in the space. it was easy to slip into the automatic rhythm the both of you are used to when it comes to the other's lips.

you could tell it was starting to get a bit heated, from either you or ethan, you weren’t one hundred percent sure. with the hands still on his face you pushed him away, he tried to resist and jump back in, but you just giggled at his eagerness. so you gave one then two, then a final third peck to his lips before completely pulling away.

“i’ll say the words when all is good. i don’t want to fall into the horror movie trope of couples being happy then dying.”

“you’ve been hanging out with mindy too much.” you just rolled your eyes and soaked up his laugh. you wish you could bottle the sound for rainy days.

you heard a phone ringing and then voices, you turned to the dining area and saw tara holding a phone away from sam who was stretching for the device. the ringing stopped then another sound followed. everyone got quiet for a moment until-

a moan came from quinn’s room.

“ugh,” you stuck your tongue out. of course, quinn would be getting some right now. you heard a few sighs follow and then multiple dings. and after the dings, you heard chairs scraping and feet rushing. the four of them all faced quinn’s closed door that suddenly got quiet.

both you and ethan stood from the couch, ethan pushing you behind him with an arm stretched out. you gripped his shirt into your fist as you waited for the ball to drop.

instead of a ball dropping, it was quinn’s door being slammed open and her body being shoved into ethan. the impact caused the both of you to stumble. when her back hit the floor you saw all the blood covering her body and purple silk pajamas. a scream was ripped from your throat.

and there he stood in all his haunting glory. ghostface. he took slow steps, each thud sounding like thunder in the silent apartment. he held the bloodied knife up and wiped it clean just as he passed the threshold, and tilted his head. a challenge.

“run.” sam firmly said just as ghostface sprung forward.

everything happened in a flash.

chad, mindy, and tara darted straight for the front door. with their quick feet, they were able to avoid ghostface as he swung the knife and cut you in the upper arm, the sting hitting instantly.

“stay the fuck back!” ethan yelled. you had your eyes closed as you clutched the open wound, but you could hear shuffling. the grunts of ethan who you assumed was keeping the killer's attention on him now.

when your eyes opened you saw ghostface with just one hand wrapped tightly around ethan’s throat. ethan’s hand gripping the black fabric at the wrist to try and push him away or loosen the hold for some air.

“ethan!” you cried as you kicked your foot into their bicep or shoulder. anything to break him away from ethan. but all ghostface did was give a menacing tilt of his head while staring down ethan and with his free hand, stabbed the knife straight into your thigh.

a scream ripped from your throat which was then followed by a deeper cry of pain. with tears clumping your lashes and a quiver to your lips, you stared in horror as you watched ghostface’s knife cut upward in ethan’s abdomen. the gloved hand is still constricting ethan’s airway, ghost face leaning in closer, taunting him.

you pushed yourself off the floor with the help of the furniture behind you, leg wobbly and arm weak from the bleeding wound. you were planning to rush at him, hoping to knock him off ethan and allow enough time for an escape. but you didn’t need your plan when you saw sam rushing into the room with the wooden knife block before throwing it down onto his head. she did two hard hits that threw him off balance long enough for the both of you to grab ethan off the floor and run into quinn’s room.

ethan stumbled on his feet before flopping on the red-soaked bedding as he clutched his stomach, his shirt soaking dark crimson from the brutal attack. sam locked the door and you took a breath before it was snatched away as you looked at the crime scene you were standing in. blood was sprayed on the walls, and bedding was soaked and ripped. and when you walked into the bathroom, you almost threw up from the sight and heavy smell of copper. “oh god.” quinn’s hookup was gutted and limply stuffed in the tub with blood smearing the white tiles.

feeling overwhelmed and ready to pass out, you turn at just the right time as you spot ghostface walking through sam’s room and heading towards the open bathroom door. “fuck,” you muttered. on quick instinct, you slammed the door shut and with sweaty fingers, you managed to get the lock turned before sprinting back to sam and ethan.

both their heads were turned your way when you ran back and closed the last door, but sadly no lock. you looked around for something, anything to form a barricade.“sam! dresser! hurry!” you gasped with each quick breath.

you assessed ethan’s physical state as you kept your back to the door. his body was curled in, arms crossed over his stomach. you could see a slight shake to his shoulder, his face hidden away by shadows and rouge hair.

“e-ethan! e-pretty boy!” the nickname that always made ethan flush tomato red was shouted with a choked sob. “just- just hold on! please! can- can you do that?”

he nodded his head then looked over his shoulder at you. his face was going sheet white and it looked clammy and sweaty. you could barely see the imprint of a hand wrapped around the smooth skin of his neck.

a loud banging noise stole you from your thoughts and your panic resumed. sam came just in time with the dresser. you moved from the door to give her a hand and just as it was all the way, a black arm shot through and gave another swipe to your arm. the two of you struggled against the strong force of ghostface trying to force his way into the room. giving more weight against the door caused his arm to slither away and finally the door closed.

“we need a way out,” sam stated. “no shit,” ethan sarcastically replied, still hunched.

“no offense-“ sam was cut off with a shove to the door, dresser legs screeching. “fuck fuck fuck,” you cried with your eyes closed as tears ran.

“ethan- ethan would just slow us down… we can’t go through the front door.” “i’m not fucking leaving him behind!” your anger and protectiveness spiked, “go sam, just go and get help.”

“no… you’r- you’re not-“ “ethan! i can’t- i’m not losing you!”

“no one is being left behind!” sam yelled, “we just need a different…” her words trailed off.

ghostface advances were getting rougher. each shove or kick sent to the door causes you and sam to slip on your feet. you even started to hear the knife going at the wood.you looked to sam, her eyes straying towards the window. you saw their neighbor as he waved his arms to get your attention, his window already open.

“ethan- ethan can you- can you open the window?” sam asked. she knew you would need the added weight for the door.

ethan pushed himself from the foot of the bed and limped a few steps and weakly pushed the frame up. the neighbor's voice greeting your ears and then banging, but a metallic banging. he grabbed a ladder and pushed it your way, ethan wrapped a hand around a step and pulled it the rest of the way. it sat between the two windows above a high alley.

“sam!” the man yelled, “this might be the only way!” you could hear the wind picking up speed.

your head whipped to sam. her eyes darted everywhere, from you and ethan as he slumped to the floor beside the window, to the guy with his arms outstretched and then just around the room. another shove to the door. time was running out.

“sam…” you sounded like a scared child. her eyes softened at the weak tone in your voice, “we just gotta.” you needed to encourage her to go so then you and ethan can follow. “it’ll be okay,” a crack.

she licked her lips, she hesitated then walked to the ladder. you made sure all your weight was pushed to the dresser and your feet were firmly planted on the glossy hardwood. she looked back at you and you nodded with a fake grin.

everything was going to be okay

sam climbed the sill and slowly crawled out. ghostface was getting more impatient, more aggressive. you could hear faint grunts and huffs. you prayed to whatever higher being was out there, wishing for everyone to be safe.

“swe- sweetheart…” ethan’s voice was strained. you whimpered when you saw how his eyes were fluttering with each blink. “we could- we could go to coney island… get- get ice cream… lay on the- on the beach.” his eyes closed for too long and you yelled his name. his lids peeled open. “and- and you could re- read me a book. always- always love your voice.” a grin pulled his lips. his cheeks held no color.

“sounds like a date.” you confirmed with mascara tear tracks.

you looked out the window and saw the man grab sam and pull her into his arms. you knew ethan needed to go next, you weren’t sure how much longer he could hold out.

“ethan, you need to go next.” he instantly shook his head and you weren’t having this argument right now. “ethan you’re seriously injured. you need to-“ “go. please.” he was begging you.

“ethan…” tears stung your eyes as another jolt hit the door. “it’s okay. i’m right behind you.” he kept eye contact.

you hesitate another second but push forward. you kneel in front of him, cup his sweaty cheeks and press your lips together. now may not have been the time, but it was to give a bit of calm to your panic. you needed ethan to know and you needed to feel him.

“i’m right behind,” he repeated. for you or him, it didn’t matter.

on adrenaline that was slowly heading towards a panic attack, you crawled like a baby across the ladder. the wind was whipping your hair and shaking your support beam. there were dull pains in your thigh and arm, blood dried to a crust and it pulled at your body hair.

“come on, y/n. almost there.” you heard sam’s encouragement over your hiccups. you wanted to look back at ethan but pushed forward.

sam and the guy wrap both their arms around your shaking frame and pull you into the safe of his place. you lean out the window and shout for ethan, his body nowhere in sight.

“ethan!” you cry out, more tears coming forth.you could still hear ghostface going at the door which means ethan only has a small time limit to safely make his way over. you were beginning to worry he passed out, already succumbed to the dark. with another shout of his name, you finally saw his head of curly brown hair as he pushed off the floor.

“ethan! come on! you can do it, we’re so close!” hoping to give him something to hold onto metaphorically as he physically held the ladder.

he moved slowly, if this were a lighter situation you would have called him a sloth. but at this moment you could pass out when you see the dresser slide over ethan’s shoulder. ghostface walks into the frame, just watching like the four of you are animals at a petting zoo in your unnatural habitats.

“ethan!” sam called his name. he looked up slowly, “what?”

“hurry! please!” you held your arms out. ethan looked behind him and then started to move just a bit faster.

ghostface stabbed the knife into the wood then reached for the ends of the ladder. ethan was so close, if he just kept moving… ghost face started to shake the metal. side to side with harsh jolts. ethan gripped the steps with a tight grasp, his knuckles going white. ethan tried to push forward, but another shake stopped him in his tracks.

and then ghostface started to twist the ladder, forcing it to lean right then left. you saw how bloody ethan’s hands were, he didn’t have a secure hold.

“i- i can’t…” he shook his head and you could hear the breaking in his throat.

“ethan… baby please.” your whole upper body was leaning towards him. hands held out for him to take.

he took a small step and another before a shake happened. he laid his body close to the steps, arms curled under for extra support.

“y/n… i don’t want to die.” he was crying.

“you’re not. you just gotta push forward. i got you, pretty boy. coney island, okay?” you almost couldn’t recognize your voice from how rough it sounded.

ethan was just two steps away from the safe haven. two steps away from your arms around his body. two steps away from hearing you say i love you back and two steps away from your normal date.

with one step left it’s all gone.

ghostface gave a sharp twist to the right and ethan slipped. his body falling eight stories down and then smacking into a dumpster below. he landed on his back and you could see the pool of blood growing as he lay lifeless, staring at you. your boyfriend was dead.

a wail ripped from your chest and out your throat. your nails clawed into the wood frame as you stared below you. your knees buckled and you crumbled to the floor. you heaved for air, feeling yourself suffocate to a dark sea. your bones felt heavy, clothes too close to your skin, voices and noises turned to a buzzing sound and your vision was blurring.

you wanted to crawl out of your skin. you tugged at your hair before scratching harshly at your forearm till it turned red with irritation. you gave another deep cry.arms wrapped tight over your arms, hands being crushed to your chest. you were being rocked and you could faintly hear words in your ear. you sobbed into the person's clothes, your fingers digging into your shirt like you usually did with ethan.

“i- i didn’t even-“ your hiccups stopped your sentence every few words, “- even get to tell him.” it made the pain in your heart squeeze even tighter.

“tell him what?” you heard sam ask.

memories flashed behind your eyes. ethan smiling while the shined down on him, making him glow. ethan laughing at a stupid joke chad said that wasn’t even funny. ethan with his head buried in your stomach as you ran a hand through his hair while you read aloud. your first kiss. first time. he just ran across your mind.

ethan ethan ethan ethan ethan

“i didn’t get to say i love you back.”

...

tags: @astrxq

[jaeclerc]

my maxiel demon WIP that is mostly just vibes rn LOLLLL but i wanted to share:

if max had known that having gay sex in the catholic church would have cursed him to an eternity of bullshit, he would’ve just gone to confession and prayed away the gay like the rest of his peers. but instead he decided to fuck in one of the confession stalls in the mid 80s and then pass away shortly afterwards from a very untimely grape to the airway, which cursed him to an eternity of doing the devil’s bidding. the devil liked to call himself daniel, but max hated calling the devil anything other than The Devil because if he gave him a name then maybe he’d be a bit more personable. max would have to admit that daniel (the devil) wasn’t too bad of a guy.

he himself told max that he didn’t tempt him to fuck in a church, he didn’t even have time to deal with max, too busy dealing with actual sinners. max was just gay and had an insane amount of catholic guilt. but hell was punishment and max’s punishment was to be the dynamic demon duo with another gay 19 year old, only this one was from monaco and obnoxious. he had apparently committed the sin of fucking the priest and then managed to have a very early in life heart attack.

(“he was so hot, max. i had to!”)

max had been working with charles for 40 years. that’s a long time to spend with someone when both of you had passed away at 19 and were forever demon-ized in those bodies and minds. if he looked super deep within he could even admit that charles was his best friend.

daniel, the devil, had them working on the sinner example enforcement division (SEED for short much to max’s chagrin), going out and seducing Actual Real Life Sinners in order to entrap them and enforce that they made terrible mistakes that were actually important to the devil. like trafficking and abusing people. many of them, much to charles’ chagrin and disgust, resided in monaco, which meant that max and charles had to go there often to perform their jobs. they often donned the skins of socialites in order to properly entrap them.

daniel, despite popular opinion, was not the ever eternal enticer but rather the ever eternal enforcer. he was not the opposite of the upside (what he called Heaven) but actually their guard dog, making sure that humans didn’t stomp over each other’s free will. in the event they did, they were swiftly met with punishment, one that hopefully set them straight enough to run tail tucked back to church and having morals.

he sent charles and max out to do the dirty work before he came in, dressed like the worst millennial one has ever seen and met. he was always floating for some reason, maybe to really pack the punch that he was The Devil and he was alive (kinda) to deliver holy justice.

often, the Big Sinners would proverbially spit in his face and brag about what they’ve done. that usually brought in the wrath of daniel, red horns sprouting, tail whipping faster than a human eye can see as he struck them, lashing them. the end of his tail was like a hot poker, searing into their skin and lasting longer than humanly possible.

most gave in after that; some didn’t. so he would lash them again, telling them to repent. if they didn’t repent, he would continue to do it until they did or until their soul joined the three of them, which they would drag back to Hell and throw into the fiery pits.

while charles and max had committed sins, they never hurt anyone. they just offended God. that’s why they were demons rather than spirits, they had the ability to exist even if they had already passed. most souls that came to Hell were souls that needed to be sent up the upside, a few were those who needed to be sent to neutral grounds while the angel courts debated their lives. an even smaller few were those who needed to actually be thrown into the pits. the smallest few would be turned into either angels or demons.

when max met his first angel, a boy named lando, he was shocked to learn that lando was also gay, like him and charles. and had acted upon it. the difference was that he had not offended God, but rather had acted graciously in his name for his entire short life.

max was even more shocked to learn that daniel had selected both him and charles to be demons.

(“i had a soft spot for you both! two gay boys who had both done something homosexual and personally offended toto within days of each other. and then died? sign me up!” god presented himself as a 6’5 austrian dilf. it was very odd, the first time max had met him. god was hot.)

the minor Big Sinners would usually just shit themselves at the appearance of daniel, even without his horns and with his dorky backwards hat. but the whole floating bit did probably help, as well as his candy red tail being held up menacingly, threatening even if daniel had his dimples out and smile on. max doesn’t know if he’d personally be scared of daniel in that form, but he thinks he’s probably biased based off the fact that he watched daniel sob over the notebook a few too many times to count.

(charles tells max that it’s actually probably because he wants to have sex with daniel. charles doesn’t know what he’s talking about. max tells him so, but charles counters that he has a boyfriend and max doesn’t. max personally thinks that the angel that charles fucked after a session of angel court doesn’t count, but who is he to actually say. that angel has been around for like. at least 10 years.

actually max is pretty sure that the angel, who has a name that max refuses to ever acknowledge that he remembers, has been living with them for the past 5 years. he does see sebastian often. like every day after his shift as daniel’s PA.)

their duties after they repent are usually done. some of them take another enforcement session. most of them have the fear of toto put into them and don’t ever commit a big enough sin to ping on their radar.

most of being a demon is just: sit around with charles, being daniel’s assistant, and enforcing the laws of heaven. it’s pretty boring, which is probably the actual punishment to his offense of toto. he gets to be out of his mind bored for eternity or until daniel dies. daniel is a young devil incarnation, but he’s still going to die someday, once society has evolved for a new god, devil, and court. the demons that he created will go with him. nobody wants to serve a new master, especially demons. especially max.

if he reaches deep down, even past the part that admits charles is actually his best friend, he sees that he quite likes daniel. daniel made sure that he always had a friend, daniel always made sure that he knew that his sin wasn’t being gay, it was fucking in a church, and he made sure that max felt comfortable in his after-life. as comfortable as a demon could feel.

if he reached the deepest, most barren hidden parts of himself, he could admit that he wanted to kiss daniel. what type of demon decides that he wants to fuck the devil? not for power but just because he thinks that The Devil is quite sweet and always makes him laugh.

The Devil is delightfully immature while also guiding max through the after life and an infinity of service to the heavens and earth with a maturity that surprises.

max had once asked daniel when he had become The Devil. daniel had looked away before saying he wasn’t exactly sure of the year because it was the middle of the war. the war to end all wars, and he was deep in it, fighting in the Australian army when he got taken. he woke up to toto staring at him with a curled lip and rolled eyes, muttering about the previous devil and his choice of a protégé. he was the new incarnation, as there was a new extreme evil that had been brewing. they never really said what but it was easy to tell the implications, the way the world had seemed to be falling apart.

corporate greed and exploitation was probably what called about a new incarnation, of god, the devil, and all the heavenly figures. who knew, for sure? all they could say was that the universe had decided that it was time, and when it was time for them to go, they would know.

daniel had seen the way the world moves. the way it evolved and devolved. it reflected on his bright red eyes, the mirroring of the flames. that was also the natural appearance of the devil, a reflection of fire in cherry red eyes, but daniel’s eyes always seemed to take on more a brown tint when he spoke of his past, turning slightly sad and dark.

and then he cracked a dick joke and max laughed so hard he wheezed and these moments were over, but max imagines that it probably made his heart ache when he saw how his death, the death of his peers, and those he killed were all for nothing with the second war came. and then all the wars after that. the way the world changed vastly with the evolution of human invention, creating ways for humanity to become even more depraved. ways for humans to suffer even more.

[fromwhenceucame]

Round 2 of my favorite characters as warrior cats lets go — Sylvain, Claude, and Dimitri edition

Once again I throw logic out the window for actual cat markings/colors/whatever because I design based on vibes and I was only able to work a crest onto Sylvain (the red around his eyes resemble the two parts of the gautier crest) but I did try very hard to get the other two to have theirs (Dimitri gave me a stupid amount of trouble to get vibed right).

I knew I needed to put a heart on Sylvain for Sylvain reasons, and I thought it would be delightful if he only had it on one side — his other being just dark… I also really wanted to include black on him since his class outfits usually use black and red annnnnd the cat breed named after Gautier is a black and white cat.

Meanwhile, Claude is highly inspired by wyverns in the game. The lighter brown is basically wherever it would be on a wyvern, and the fact of his stripes are mostly from the Reigan tabby but also resembling the layered(?) look wyverns have… the scales, basically, with white stripes being used for more prominent scales (sort of, mostly because his wyvern is white and I needed to include it but he looked wrong with white stripes). His ear tufts represent wyvern horns/antlers, or they represent deer antlers! His tail and spots are deer-like, too.

And Dimitri !! He needed to be big and fluffy; and, he needed to have a mane with rounded ears like a lion so that’s the bulk of my ideas. The black part on his back is like the fur cloak he has post timeskip and his toes being black were just because I thought it would be neat 👍

I have been thinking about fe3h warrior cats in the back of my mind for over 2 years apparently, and it’s so easy to say we have Eagleclan, Lionclan, and Deerclan… that’s why those are the three clans. Maybe this world works a little differently, too, and the church is a band of clan cats who are always in contact with Starclan (allegedly) and therefore partially govern all the clans… Wolfclan also exists, but it’s not a real clan — it’s a band of rouges or loners who are doing their thing led by Yuri

Starting with Lionclan life, sometimes I remember that Thunderclan had a succession way back in the day with Oakstar to Pinestar and that is how Lambert wanted it to go before ~tragedy~ and I don’t know if it was Rufus or someone else who takes over afterwards but I do know that when Sylvain was a kit, a part of him really wanted to be a medicine cat but he never went down that path… though he does know a lot more about herbs than your average warrior! Good for him. At somepoint when it’s time for the timeskip, Dimitri disappears for 5-12 moons (I think 60 moons would be the 5 years but that feels too long for cats), becoming a rouge wandering the clans’ territories and picking off mostly Eagleclan like your unfriendly neighborhood cryptid. Eventually he’s normal again and not doing that, reclaiming the leadership position.

And with Deerclan I have not as many thoughts for I am not sure what makes the most sense for Almyra to be. Maybe something closer to the tribe? I do not know. What I do know is Claude came from there and got to be in the clans for a good long while, quickly rising to the rank of leader by the time the timeskip passes. I feel like Deerclan would be extra not happy about him simply showing up if that’s what goes down, so I support it happening. Kind of like how Tallstar makes Onewhisker the deputy on his deathbed, but it’s Claude’s grandpa doing that to Claude.

And I have a lot of name ideas for fe3h life !!

When I initially thought of names for specifically Lionclan/Faerghus, it was as if they were from Riverclan so the names on my mind have a very Riverclan-based scheme… but I really like some of them. Like “Shellrain” for Sylvain, I think it’s so fun if the name actually sounds like their real name. I needed to put “Rain” in as the suffix for Sylvain for that reason.

I think Lambert, who could be “Lightbass” or “Landbass” depending on how far you want to go with the names sounding alike, would name Dimitri “Lionkit” when he’s born. Then he can become “Liontrout” or “Liontree” again, depending on how far you want to go. Though, maybe his name is “Lionshade” “Lionshadow” or something else suspicious because it would probably be Rufus (who is Runfur because that is the closest I can get to it being Rufus) or someone else who doesn’t support him naming him at the time… unless warrior names are given out by the church group… hmmmm…

Regardless, I’m again not sure what Almyra is in connection to the clans, but Claude definitely has two names, and in the clans he goes by “Deerclaw.” Claw is the best suffix ever if you want to make a word that sounds like Claude (just like rain) so it has to be it, and “deer” is a very obviously accepted prefix for the clans. I don’t know what his original name should be yet, however.

And that’s all I got, but I have one more pair to contemplate (Aventurine and Dr Ratio) in the coming days before I start digging deeper into the other cats so stay tuned \o/ yippie