#I'm bad at writing

[kiwibirbkat]

A Quick Break

They were supposed to be training. That went out the window about 30 minutes in, when they took a "break", devolving into just giving up on training and chatting.

They were sitting around the school bus when Aiden got bored and announced he was going for snacks. Taylor went along with him seeing as she was also kinda bored. Logan was going to stay in the bus, but Ashlyn gave him a pleading look and he went with them.

So now Tyler, Ben, and Ashlyn sat around the bus, Tyler and Ben discussing something random (Ben talking through notes app) while an obviously tense Ashlyn fiddled with her bracelet. That was until she spoke up.

"... can you guys promise not to freak out when- if I die?"

They stared at her in confusion before Tyler finally spoke. "Ashlyn what the hell? Of course we're going to freak out if you die? And that's such a random question? What the fuck even prompted that question?"

Ashlyn shook her hands to stop them from asking any more after seeing Ben start to type. "Let me explain- if I die, even if they won't necessarily care, the group is going to need a leader. If I die, I want you two to step up and lead the group. You two are some of the strongest in our little group, and I think your strength combined with the bonds you have with some of the others will make you the best candidates to lead if I die."

'Ok, SLOW DOWN' Ben's text to speech voice chimed in. '1, why are you so worried about dying? Sure, we're in a death realm every night, but none of us have croaked yet, and you're clearly strong, so why do you think you're going to die?' Tyler nods along, waiting for Ben to finish. 'And 2, what's this about the others not caring if you died?'

"Yeah, even if we didn't care about you, Taylor and Logan are both heart throbs and would definitely be upset if you died!" Tyler was uncharacteristically concerned for someone outside of his family.

"Calm down, calm down, let me explain. I'm not worried about dying, we just live in a death realm as you said, and if I die, the group will need a leader." Ashlyn rubs her forehead, this interaction not going as smoothly as she expected.

Ben and Tyler were staring at her. 'You've been thinking about death and the only thing you're worried about is the group needing a leader?'

"That's not the only thing- whatever this isn't what's important right now! Promise me that if I die, no matter how gruesome my death is, you won't freak out! The others will need a leader, and I need you two to be those leaders! Promise me!"

Ben and Tyler were once again staring at her, but for a different reason than before, seeing as this was one of the only bursts of emotions she's had around them.

After a few seconds, the robotic voice was activated. 'If it's that important to you, I promise to lead the others if you die.'

"Me too, I guess…"

Ashlyn sighed, nodding, when Tyler spoke up again. "But seriously, what was that about the others not caring if you died?"

Ashlyn glared at him. "That's not important right now."

'and the when in your first ask?'

Ashlyn groaned. "It was just a slip up!"

"You aren't planning anything stupid, are you?"

Ashlyn's head snapped up. "Wha- no! Why would I plan my death when I need to lead the others? As much as I trust you two to lead the group, I'm not dying just yet."

Tyler and Ben were about to argue when Taylor, Aiden, and Logan walked back in, carrying bags of snacks. "What's this about death?" Aiden asked with a curious grin, tilting his head.

Ashlyn sighed. "Nothing. And why did you guys bring so many snacks? We're just taking a break!"

Logan piped up. "Sorry Ashlyn, I tried to control them, but they couldn't make a decision on what they wanted, so they just grabbed everything…"

Ben and Tyler finally stopped staring at Ashlyn, and it wasn't brought up again, but they did glance at Ashlyn throughout the rest of the "break."

They never finished that training.

[owliellder]

Handle with Care

Leon Kennedy x afab Demon! Reader

MDNI 18+

Description: Still brand new to working as a STRATCOM agent, Leon and another young agent are sent to investigate similar reports of a strange creature roaming a small town. (Taking place a year after RE2)

Warnings: Porn with plot, slight dub-con, no use of y/n, minor violence, guns, knives, a lil sprinkle of angst, swearing, manipulation, mentions of blood, non-detailed description of animal death.

Tags: Significant size difference, Dominant! reader, Submissive! Leon, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), semi-public sex, dirty talk, praise + degradation kink, neck biting, hickeys, begging, possessive behavior, spit kink, light choking, oral sex (cunnilingus and a slobbery blowjob), multiple orgasms, creampie, slight aftercare

this is my first fic, I have zero idea what I'm doing. I just needed some crazy self indulgence. pacing is probably super weird cause i'm really tired. kinda did this to stay awake at work. also this is not proofread, so if you see a super random word just know i'm sleep deprived and autocorrect is wack

It was late when Leon and another agent around his age, Trevor, were sent out to a small town neighboring Omaha, having been briefed on their task a couple days beforehand.

~

"...an easy task. I trust it won't take you two long to have it under control" an older man grumbled out, looking at the two young men sitting across from him at his desk as they looked over the vague information handed to them moments prior. The man leaned back in his office chair, letting out a low sigh at their worried looks. "You're not made to handle it yourselves, just have to follow protocol; call it in, keep the area secure, and the subject contained to the best of your abilities while you wait for us. Got it?"

Leon was the first to nod, which prompted Trevor to do the same, albeit less confidently. "Understood, Commander..." Leon responded, his voice wavering ever so slightly as the situation slowly dawned on him.

He hadn't dealt with anything like this since Raccoon City, which was still fresh in his mind. The screams, the blood, the bodies-

"I'm putting a lot of faith in the two of you." The commander's voice cut through Leon's thoughts, pulling him out of his small trance long enough to respond quickly. "Thank you for trusting us with this, Commander. We'll act accordingly."

~

Trevor was busy tapping his fingers against the steering wheel of the unmarked black SUV they were in, slowly driving around the empty streets of the town in search of their target. They had to remain vigilant, which meant no music. Talking, however, was allowed as long as they didn't discuss sensitive information.

"It's probably just some fucked up dog." Trevor said, keeping his focus on the road with an irritated look on his face. "I was talking with some of the others before we left and they all said these types of sightings always end up being nothing..."

Leon moved his gaze from the passenger window to his partner, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. "Better to check it out than to leave it." he stated simply, his voice hushed. Don't get Leon wrong, he didn't want to be here either. It was already 1:20am and all he wanted to do was lay in his bed. He didn't feel ready enough for this, back out working to protect the people, but as an agent instead of a cop. He signed up to fight criminals, not horrors beyond his comprehension.

Trevor groaned, the car coming to a creeping halt in the middle of the two lane road as he dramatically slammed his forehead against the steering wheel. "I don't know, dude," he turned his head to look over at Leon, his lips pulled back in a thin line. "I just feel like we're being sent out on a wild goose chase. They have us training to handle the weirdest shit, yet they want us out here because 'we've had some sightings'?" Trevor sighed, lifting his head up slightly to throw the car into park before leaning back in the seat, his shoulders slumped. Leon nodded silently while giving the dramatic man an awkward look, slowly turning his head to look out the window again.

The SUV sat parked in the deserted street for over an hour before Leon spotted something out of the corner of his eye, lifting his head up from where it rested in his hand. He nudged Trevor, who was busy messing around with the pocket button on his shirt, before silently pointing his index finger towards the windshield.

"What? You see something?" Trevor asked, voice raspy from exhaustion. He squinted as he leaned forward, trying to focus on what Leon had pointed at. "I'm-.. I'm not seeing anything." Leon wiped under his left eye with an annoyed sigh at that, closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself. "In that parking garage across the block-" he leaned more towards Trevor, helping his gaze follow where he was pointing, "there's something moving up there. I can see light."

Trevor cocked an eyebrow as he finally spotted what Leon had been looking at, turning away to look at him questioningly. "....so?"

"So?! Are you serious?! Did you even read the file? This town has a curfew!"

"It's probably just some random homeless dude looking for a spot to set up."

"Even if it's just some random homeless dude, we're supposed to check out any activity we see tonight." Leon whispered harshly while he gestured for Trevor to start driving, which he did with an attitude.

The two drove over to the parking garage, Leon proudly noting the toll booth and the hours for the structure posted on a sign next to the barrier gate once they pulled up across the street. The other agent seemed less than impressed, shaking his head slightly as he parked the car, turned it off, and slipped out along with Leon.

They gave each other a quick once over, making sure they both had their proper equipment before stalking across the street and into the parking garage. Both flashlights now on, they cautiously looked around the empty parking garage, walking up the steep platform to the second level.

"I think I saw it on the third level, but they could've moved.." Leon whispered, his gun drawn in his right hand while the left sat over the right, holding the flashlight. Trevor nodded silently in acknowledgement, walking behind and slightly to the right of the Leon

The two men grew ever anxious as they made their way around the parking garage, slowing down their already cautious walk once the faint glow of a light could be seen hitting against the wall that held a single elevator and a door to a staircase. They paused briefly to give each other a quick glance before continuing on upwards, slowly rounding the corner while trying to remain as silent as possible.

Leon was the first to make it around the corner, if only by a second, before he quickly threw his hand back against Trevor's chest. He pushed the man back while stepping back himself, both hidden just around the corner by a large concrete support. Trevor gave him an incredulous look, though he made sure not to make any noise.

"There's something standing at the top." Leon whispered, clicking his flashlight off as he furrowed his eyebrows. The other agent followed suit, turning his flashlight off with a now very confused expression. "It was big. Looked like it was ducking underneath the beams.." Leon continued, his voice quieting even further.

Trevor leaned in so he could at least understand his partner, tilting his body to the right slightly to try and catch a glimpse of whatever he saw. "Okay, I'll uh-... let me head back down to the car so I can radio this in. Don't want the sound alerting whatever it is." he whispered back before nodding to himself.

"Yeah-..yeah, okay. I'll make sure it doesn't make a run for it." Leon responded, tucking the flashlight into its designated loop on his tactical belt as Trevor quietly shuffled back down the levels of the parking garage.

With his gun at the ready, Leon slowly peaked his head from the concrete support, trying to catalogue the details of the creature in his head as best as he could;

Over 8 feet tall, dark grey horns on its head.. those look like goat ears. what? ...muscular, broad shoulders... claws? Fur starting below the knees, cloven hooves, and is that a tail? Okay... is it not wearing clothes- what the hell am I looking at?

Leon's expression gradually turned more into a more baffled look as he took in the creature's features. He could only tell so much, considering its back was facing him. The fuck is it doing?

The young man figured his partner didn't want to radio him to tell him he alerted the higher ups, seeing as the sound might give away his position, so he remained in position.

...

He swore he only looked away for a second, but the creature had vanished, the faint sound of its hooves striking the pavement echoing through the parking garage. Assuming the creature was continuing to walk upwards, he quickly moved from his hiding spot to shuffle upwards, remaining slightly crouched down as he positioned his gun in front of him. Noticing the dead deer sitting near the corner of the lot, he grimaced. The poor thing was torn to shreds. Leon shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand as be pressed his back against the next concrete column that stood where the next corner was, taking a moment to breathe before cautiously peaking his head around it.

"Boo."

A face meeting his startled him backwards, almost losing the grip he had on his gun. He could hear a breathy laugh as he attempted to quickly reorient himself.

"You know I could hear you down there." You spoke with a smirk, standing upright fully so you were towering over Leon, looking down at him. "Im not deaf."

Leon shakily held his gun out towards you, taking quick steps back to add distance. "Stay-.. Stay right there! Don't move any closer or I'll-"

"You'll what? You'll shoot me? Gonna call for your friend?" Cutting him off with a low chuckle, you stared down at him with lidded eyes, smirk growing at his obvious fear. When he didn't respond, you took a large step closer to him which caused him to scramble back, almost tripping over himself.

You crouched down again, smirk slowly turning to a frown as you glared at him. "Thaaat's right. I didn't think so." There was a brief moment of silence before you took a couple quick steps forward, smacking the gun out of his hands with a snarl. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter, sliding numerous feet away.

Leon only had his knife left, but he was frozen with fear. Grabbing the front of his shirt, you yanked him upwards slightly as you tilted your head down to breathe him in, closing your eyes all the while. A low purr rumbled from your chest as you took in his scent, further burying your face into his neck before slowly pulling back to lick your lips.

He was stuck watching your obscenely long and pointy tongue poke out from your mouth, your sharp teeth and large canines on full display as you grinned at his scared expression. "You reek of fear. Not built for whatever job has you out here watching me."

With that, you let go of him. He fell to the floor with a pained gasp, his knees having buckled the moment you grabbed him.

You stood back up fully once more, staring down at Leon with an almost curious expression as he looked back up at you. He was on the verge of tears. He knew he wasn't ready to fight the infected again, but he wasn't expecting whatever you are to be so... different...

"What's the matter, sweet boy? Demon got your tongue?" You smirked again, hooves scraping against the pavement as you crept towards where he laid. He let out a small whimper, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as he watched you move closer. Once your hooves sat where his feet were, you let out a sigh, expression softening.

You hunched over, carefully unclipping his tactical belt from his waist before tossing it in the general direction his gun went minutes ago. Leon closed his eyes with a soft sob, expecting the worst as you now stood right over the top of him. Instead, he felt your large hand gently caress his cheek, wiping away the tears that fell.

Looking up at you through watery eyes, he sniffled, bottom lip trembling as he gave you a confused look. "I know I should just kill you now, but god, you're probably the most adorable human I've seen." You hummed, shifting slightly so your knee sat between his legs when you crouched down. "Got that cute pouty lip, pretty eyes..." your voice trailed off slightly as you complimented the frightened agent laying underneath you.

Leon was even more confused now, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as you continued to stroke his cheek. He didn't try to move out from underneath you, but he wanted to.

"I can tell you're just a fragile one." You spoke, your voice falling to a low growl. "Shouldn't be working with things like me. You'll get hurt..." Leon let out a gasp as you suddenly grabbed the tops of his clothed thighs, pulling him closer to you. "W-wait! Wait! Wait!" He yelled, finally willing his hands to move so he could try and pull yours from his legs. "D-don't-!"

You shushed him softly, hunching over him so your face was right above his. Your sharp claws dug into his thighs as you tightened your grip, not enough to break skin but enough to be uncomfortable. "I won't hurt you, sweet thing. Just wanna get a better look at you..."

As you began to run your hands up from Leon's thighs to his waist, he couldn't help but look down towards your hands, his brain suddenly processing the fact that your naked and very human-like! Despite the demonic features, of course. Your breasts were fully in view to him, and though your crotch was also in view, it was covered in a thick patch of fur.

"H-hey, don't- what are you doing...?" Leon spoke, his voice shaky and hushed. Growing awkward with the strange situation, he began to squirm a bit under your touch, the flush on his cheeks from his crying quickly deepening with embarrassment.

"Stop moving.." You growled into his ear, voice low and commanding. You watched your hands trail around his body, claws snagging quite a few times on the fabric of his clothes. You took the opportunity to bury your face into his neck again, breathing in his sweet musk.

Leon had no idea what was going on. Obviously this was better than being mauled to death, but he wasn't trained for *this*. Aggressive monsters he could handle, what was he suppose to do with the ones that apparently want to seduce him? He was hoping Trevor would come back soon, but he probably decided to wait outside the parking garage to make sure this beast didn't make a run for it.

"C-can I just-?" "No." You were quick to cut him off, face still buried in his neck while you felt him up.

He'd be lying if he said the attention wasn't making him hard, even if the situation was weirding him out. He hadn't touched himself in over a year since all he felt was shame and guilt every time he tried, the trauma Raccoon City caused really did a number on his psyche.

Your hands were warm, large, Leon didn't know how he felt about it. He was only a couple inches away from being 6 feet, but there was something about having a beast that was so much bigger touch him this way. It was freeing.

The sound of Leon's static filled radio echoing from across the pavement caused you to turn your head to look over at it, those goat ears of yours perking up as you listened. Kinda cute for a demon. "Looks like your friend is calling for you.." you whispered, slowly standing up while bringing him up with you by the collar of his shirt.

You dragged him over to the radio, yanking it from the belt before holding it up to mouth. "Go on. Why don't you tell him you've got it under control?" your voice was so sultry now. It made him shiver.

Leon did as he was told, watching you press the button so he could tell Trevor that he lost track of you and that he was going to survey the rest of the parking garage's levels before coming back down. You listened with a smirk as Trevor quickly responded back, acknowledging his decision.

You let the radio fall once it went silent, what sounded like a purr rumbling from your throat as you wrapped your arms loosely around his chest, hands pressed flat against his pecs with clawed fingers splayed out. "Good boy, Leon..." you cooed into his ear, having heard his name when Trevor responded through the radio.

Leon swallowed dryly at your praise, his blush immediately returning before looking down at your hands, watching as you began to unbutton his shirt. "Come on now... Let me take care of you.."

Something must be laced with your voice cause it was really starting to fog his mind. He should be scared, fighting for his life, shouting for help, anything, but he couldn't. He was too focused on the way your hands felt against his now exposed skin, helping you as you gently pulled his shirt off his shoulders and out from where it was tucked into his pants.

The agent let you guide him back down to the ground, watching as you unbuttoned his pants, sitting propped up on his elbows. The hook on your claw grabbed the hole in his zipper, pulling it down slowly. You instructed him to lift his hips, and from there, both his pants and boxers were swiftly tugged down and tossed aside.

It was a warmer night, thank god, so he didn't have to worry about freezing to death. Gave him room to worry about those claws as your hand wrapped around his dick. He groaned weakly at your grip, eyes closing partially as his blush spread down to his exposed chest.

"Such a pretty cock, but I wouldn't expect anything else from a pretty boy like you." You chuckled lowly, your breath hot against his dick as you languidly stroked it. Before he knew it, your tongue had come back out of your mouth to take the place of your hand, wrapping it around his shaft.

It was such an intense feeling; the way the tip of his cock sat against your tongue in your mouth, how it wriggled around every inch of his thick sex, the amount of drool that oozed from your mouth, running down your tongue so it absolutely coated him. The wet sound it made was so obscene.

Leon covered his mouth with his left hand while the right weakly gripped one of your horns, wanting to muffle his whimpers and moans so they wouldn't echo and alert the other agent just outside. He still babbled on quietly; "F-fuck..ple-ase, thatfeelssogood-.. fuck! oooh god... pleasepleaseplease-..!"

You chuckled softly, moving your head down to wrap your mouth fully around his cock, continuing to work your tongue around it as you sucked simultaneously. You repeated the process a few times, pulling your head back to stroke him with your tongue before sucking again. His noises were so pathetic, it was adorable.

Eventually, you pulled your head away fully, tongue slowly unraveling from his cock with a breathy laugh. Leon whined loudly, looking absolutely spent, his face fully flushed pink and his eyes closed, now fully laying back against the rough pavement. You hadn't let him finish, he was so close.

"You taste as sweet as you look..." You hummed, licking your lips to savor the taste of the man. It was easy to manhandle to sit up on his knees, watching in a trance as you turned around, laying your chest flat against the ground as you kept your ass lifted up. "Come on, baby boy. Let's put that mouth of yours to good use.."

Your tail, long and thick, snaked around Leon's neck, squeezing ever so gently as you used it to pull his face down into your crotch. He groaned, bringing his shaking hands up to part the fur covering your cunt before quickly starting to lap at your folds, whimpering at the taste.

You smiled, letting out a soft sigh as he moved his hand underneath to circle your clit with his thumb. You made sure to keep your tail wrapped around his neck, keeping his face firmly pressed into your pussy. He was good with his mouth, whimpering and moaning into you every time you praised him;

"Good boy..."

"Doing such a good job for me.."

"That's right, use that pretty mouth."

"Bet you look adorable, all messy and pussydrunk.."

Leon felt so good, weakly stroking his cock with one hand while he kept your pussy parted with the other, his lips and chin wet with your slick as he continued to eat you out sloppily. He was soaking up your words like a sponge, it's been so long since he'd been taken care of like this. Who knew all he needed was a bit of some domineering attention? Doesn't really matter if it's coming from a demon or not, apparently.

His dick was still fully covered in your saliva, making it all the more nicer to stroke it while he tended to you. The feeling of your tail wrapped around his neck, your sultry voice speaking words of encouragement, the taste and smell of your cunt, and the way his hand thrusted lazily over his cock caused his orgasm to quickly build up, whispering rambled nonsense as he spurted cum across the floor underneath you with weak moans and shuddering breaths.

You cooed, moving your tail from around his neck down to his waist, pulling him up so he was standing on his knees and not sitting back on his haunches anymore. He moved his hands up to stabilize himself, holding tightly onto your hips with a dazed expression.

"Felt good, didn't it, handsome?" You whispered, prompting him to nod lazily as he stared down at your ass, moving his right hand to grab at the base of your tail. Wonder how that works..

You chuckled, furry ears tilting back to listen in on him easier. "Well don't leave me hanging, baby. I can feel you pressing against my leg.." You pulled him closer with your tail, causing his dick to grind against the inside of your thigh.

Leon groaned at that, so sensitive from his orgasm barely a minute ago. He was already rock solid again, letting his hands feel around your ass for a moment before standing up a bit so he could position himself at your leaking hole. He steadied his hands, gripping your hips tightly as he pushed himself into you slowly.

Despite being vastly bigger than him, you were still so tight, wrapping around his cock so good, all warm and soft inside. He let out a long and drawn out whine, throwing his head back as he clenched his teeth. "I-oh god you're so soft-..f-fuck! So wet.. hghh~.. shitshitshit-" He trembled as he began to thrust, drooling onto your lower back a bit as he worked himself in and out.

Leon's pace rapidly sped up, the sound of wet skin slapping and your moans echoing quietly as he was brought closer to another orgasm. He was still reeling from the first one, moving his right hand up to tightly grab the base of your tail again to use as leverage for his fast and sloppy thrusts.

He came again with a strangled cry, feeling your silky walls milk him dry. It had been so long since he'd even cum once. His body continuing to tremble as he carefully slipped his overly sensitive cock out of your entrance, whimpering quietly with every ragged breath he let out. You let your tail slowly slip from around him so he could lay back against the concrete column, standing up with a satisfied hum as his cum dribbled out of you.

Seconds later, you began to collect his abandoned clothing, giving him the few moments to calm down and recollect himself a bit. Once you had gathered all of his items, you helped him redress, even buttoning up and tucking his shirt into his pants for him. All he could do was stare at your hands as they fixed him up, dazed and tired.

"There we go. Back to looking all professional." You giggled, bending down a bit to nip at Leon's neck. His hands immediately flew into your hair, moaning as you licked and sucked at his adam's apple. You pulled away soon after to admire your work as the hickeys already began to show, a few red indents left from your sharp teeth.

"If anyone asks, you won the fight. Okay, baby boy?"

[lynbaccha]

Primo's new summon is something he has not seen before, but the feeling is kind of mutual.

(Includes me bending the lore timeline, because I can. I mean, young Primo, can you blame me?)

The summoning was never an easy task. It was always about control. Each side fighting for it, each side struggling to get what they wanted. Most importantly, however…

Would the other side lose the battle? Would the other side make a mistake and bend, unwillingly, to the summoner’s mold?

This ghoul didn’t want to lose. For what felt like hours it fought back. Almost like a barbarian in legends against an enemy kingdom. All alone. Doing everything in its power to remain as a master of its own life. 

But, like a tired animal after a dragged out chase, the ghoul made a mistake. And thus, Papa’s magic got a hold of it. Its wrathful scream of defeat echoed in the ritual chamber, as it was dragged up from the debts it calls home. 

Then, silence. During it, the smoke subdued and smell of sulfur vanished, as soon as they have appeared, revealing the summoned demon. 

The battle was over. Papa had won.

Primo, exhausted and worn in his own right, expected to face confusion and questions, at most. Every ghoul so far had those. Why me? What is my purpose now? And countless more.

Not with this one, no. 

It remained silent. So silent it threatened to suffocate the surrounding atmosphere. Its piercing eyes slowly, cautiously, scanning the room. All the new ghoul had to offer to others, was fear and hostility. Not that anyone blamed the poor thing, though. The situation, when put into perspective, must have felt terrifying. 

However, because of how hostile and fearful it was, Primo immediately recognized the situation as dangerous. On top of that, the male ghoul was big. The biggest one he had seen so far. Slender looking, like a water ghoul, but they had powerful horns, and muscles, like an earth ghoul would. 

Did he summon a hybrid?

No matter... This situation could turn ugly. And he knew he had to prevent it.

So, Primo approached the new ghoul. The moment he moved, the other male’s head snapped directly towards him. The ghoul’s gills flared up, and a low growl left his chest. The demon was cradling a glowing lantern in his arms, as he curled into himself.

The other ghouls almost held their breath, ready to jump on the new summon. Their job was to serve and protect Papa, and they took it seriously. The options all together were worse. And they hope the new guy will realize it sooner rather than later…

Under the demons watch, Primo took a few stepped closer, as he observed his new summon with as kind eyes as he could muster. In response, the ghoul showed his sharp teeth. The tail trashed behind him, and the young human man could see a stinger on it.

This is bad...

”Calm now…,” Primo spoke softly, and stretched his hand. Before he could say anything more, he felt a sharp pain in that very same hand, mere seconds after the new ghoul has buried his teeth in Papa’s flesh and bone.

From that, it was chaos.

Primo was pulled back by one of his ghouls, and the new summon was pulled into the other direction by two others. In an attempt to restrain the big ghoul, the rest twisted his arms enough to make him drop the lantern, that rolled directly in front of Primo. New Papa immediately picked it up, as the ghouls tried to restrain their fellow demon.

The effort was nothing but futile, as the chamber soon filled with snarls, growls and sounds of broken bones. The massive hybrid was pure rage and terror, and he felt threatened. Primo’s other ghouls tried to scratch, bite, and hit, and the hybrid did the same.

Primo observed. The new ghoul was panicking. In despair, even. After the lantern, it’s only possession…

And the moment the aggressive ghoul locked its eyes on him, he knew what to do.

The order was absurd to his ghouls. An order to stay back. To let the new summon to come to their Papa. The other ghouls fought against their Papa’s orders for a moment, until Primo reminded them of their duty. To obey their Papa.

The leap the new demon made was almost too sudden. Ghouls are faster than humans, much faster. However, this one was, again, was just summoned. Exhausted and not in its full strength. Without that fact on his side, Primo knew he would have been done for.

He reached the injured hand he carried the lantern in towards his ghoul. The hybrid came to an immediate halt, crouching a little in front of Primo. He wasn’t sure what to do, and it clearly was thinking the way out of the situation in front of himself. Both physically and mentally. This human cannot be trusted, Primo just dragged him from their home…

Why? That is the question Primo saw in the other’s eyes. Simple, yet full of confusion and uncertainty.

Gently, Primo put the lantern in the ghouls arms. Its owner’s another hand immediately reached to cradle the object, while the other was still tensed to its side. The demon’s gaze lowered to check for any damage to the possession, and he expressed its relief with a gentle bonk against the lantern’s glass.

Then, the two met each other’s eyes. Primo’s own were filled with compassion, as he laid his injured hand onto the other one’s arm. The demon tensed up a little, inhaling a sharp breath… Before he could relax, and feel the peacefulness in that feathery light touch from the being that he should despise.

”Easy now, tesoro,” Primo spoke once again. ”Easy now…”

The ghoul in front the Papa was full of confusion. Absolutely speechless in front of such kindness. From a person that dragged it off from its home. Even more confusing was that the ghoul couldn’t clearly remember when was the last time he had received gentleness. Scars on the gray skin told that much. The blind, green eye, framed with a scar, acted as a tattle tail of its brutal past.

”What is your name?” Primo asked. The ghoul answered with a blink. His name hasn’t mattered since small forever. He didn’t really need to even remember that. Just that he has one...

Yet, with surprising ease, the slightly strained voice whispers against the pressuring silence, gentle gaze of the another, and familiar warmth of the artifact;

”Arvak...”

[mtgpocketrealm]

Pocket Realms Concept

This is a dumb little project I decided to start where I write about a little homebrew plane for mtg.

(credit: u/IAmTheClayman)

The plane functionally is this image as seen above. 32 realms which are separated by color identity. I plan to utilize cards from the game to expand upon the various realms.

There are a handful of rules I have for myself, related to the cards used, but I don't think they are interesting enough to explain unless prompted. But do be warned that they do arbitrarily exist.

Due to these rules, as new cards come out in the game, some realms may change over time.

I honestly don't know how much anyone will care to read or interact with this. This post is meant to be the super super intro post.

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[nessieart]

》Teeth

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, a  Shifter!Reader.

WC: about 2.3k

Warnings ⚠️  cursing probably, no y/n used, Canon level violence?, made up fantasy elements probably. image from google.

Summary: It was a nice evening for a walk before some jerk in a metal suit tried to take matters into his own hands.

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This wasn't anything new to you; that feeling of someone watching you. Although it was normal, you suppose, being in a big city like New York would do that.  But you still couldn't shake that feeling that someone was just beyond your periphery. 

It was colder today than it had been all month.  The end of summer finally giving way to the cooler days and nights of Autumn.  The wind swept low in Central Park, as you made your way through a small forested area. 

The sun was setting behind the skyscrapers, painting the sky in bright shades of pinks and orange.  It was your favorite time of day, the noise of the city didn't really reach you here, and there wasn't a lot of foot traffic either.

As you walked, your hands reached out to touch the leaves and twigs as you went by - the wind shifted and blew your hair in your face.  Then you smelled it, the change of scents in the air.  You stopped and turned your head into the wind, sniffing again, yep there was definitely someone following you - and poorly at that.

You had a few choices you could make: make a break for it and try to outrun who was following you; run at them head-on and take them out, or confront them politely, it could just be a misunderstanding... right? 

Right. Ok. Think fast. 

So, outrunning was as good an option as any!  Dropping the things you had in your possession, you sprinted through the woods and down the path near a small lake.  Behind you, you could hear someone cursing, trying their best to keep up with your unusually fast running.

You lept over fencing as you sped through the rest of Central Park, the exit only a short distance away.  You could lose whoever was chasing you in the evening crowd of people coming out of the subway. Then you heard it; a whirring, loud and getting closer.  Instinctively, you ducked, dodging out of the way of red metal fingertips close to closing around the hood of your hoodie.  You skid to a stop as the one and only Iron Man pulses to a stop about 20 feet from you, in the air. 

Iron Man's blue gleaming eyes of his helmet zeroed in on your form, your chest heaving as you catch your breath.  

You narrow your eyes at his hovering form, "ain't you got bad guys to chase, metal man?" You shift on your feet when he only tilts his head at you.  Huffing, you look around you, maybe you could lose him if you could make it to the subway and hop the turnstile if you really tried. 

"She's at the south entrance, spidey," you can hear Iron Man speaking to someone, you assume since you don't smell or see anyone else around. "Yeah, don't worry, kid, she isn't going anywhere."

You think you can hear a smirk under his mask, you roll your eyes.  The whirring of his repulsors slowly fade out as he sinks back to earth, his heavy metal clad feet clomping on the asphalt.  You shift on your back foot ready to run as he approaches you.

Iron Man raises his hands up in surrender when he sees you take a defensive stance, "Easy, lady," he says, his mask still in place, "wouldn't want things to get...hairy." That damn smirk was clearly back on his lips and you stilled.

He couldn't know.  I've been careful.  He's just being a dick. 

Then you heard a thwip, and a soft padding of feet land on the lamp post above you. 

Shit. "Well, howdy there, little bug," you say, faking nonchalance, glancing up at him while also keeping Iron Man in your sights.

"That's her, Mr. Stark! I can't believe you found her!" The spider boy said.  His enthusiasm palpable as he leaned far over the lamp post and hung upside down to look at you.

Heaving a sigh you said, "listen, Bug, I thought we had a deal?"

"W-well, ye-yeah," he stuttered. "It's just--"

"No!" You interrupted his stuttering, "I was pretty crystal clear there, bug boy!" You snarled. You were getting irritated. Maybe because it was only a few days away from the full moon, who's to say.

--*--

A month ago...

The full moon was tonight and you were itching out of your skin.  It was always like this -- living in a new city was like that.  Uncertainty around the corner, and in alleyways.  

You've been bussing at a restaurant when you arrived about a week ago in the city.  It was easier getting food when you could sneak it out with you when you left. Living on the rooftop of the building wasn't bad either, at least the weather was nice.

That evening before the moon was high, you made your way up the fire escape of the opposite building to get to your sleeping arrangements when you hurt a commotion coming from the alley across the street.

Thinking nothing of it, you continued your way up. 

"Please! Someone, help!" You heard someone cry. Placing the food that was wrapped up in napkins down, you peered out from the fire escape to see if you could get a better look at what was happening across the street. 

Leaping off the fire escape, you landed swiftly and started to jog your way to the commotion further down the alley.  There you found a group of men - to say men would be an understatement -

"Scum," you snarl at the group of four.  One of them has a woman in his hold, her back to his front as she struggles to get free.  His arms are wrapped around her midsection and across her shoulders, he whispers something in her ear and she turns to look at you with wide eyes.

"Please," she whimpers, a slight shake of her head.  Was she warning you?  Maybe she should warn the men, you smirk.

"Why don't ya'll let the lady go, yeah? Pick on someone else, or maybe just fuck right off."  Your skin prickles, a feeling you've becomes so used to since the first time you shifted. 

One of the men takes a few steps closer to you as you take a defensive stance.  He goes to attack you, punching with his fist as you catch it in your palm.  His eyes widen as he looks down at you, "what the hell?"  You shift your weight and toss his clear overhead at the side of the dumpster.  

The other two men not holding the woman look back at the one that is.  He must be the boss man you think.  They charge at you and you dodge one, punch the other in the stomach and he doubles over.  Quickly turning around, the one you dodged comes back to tackle you.  As he grabs around your midsection you grab around his torso to hoist him over head and he falls down to the concrete of the alley with a heavy thud. 

The last one standing has shoved the woman he had in his arms to the ground, away from him. You nod to her, and she scrambles back as far as she can. The moon overhead breaks through the clouds and your heartbeat picks up, thudding in your chest you can hear the whoosh in your ears.

Your bones crack in a sickening crunch; it only hurts for an instant before you change.  Teeth lengthening into large fangs, the bones in your fingers and toes crack and extend into claws.  Your heels breaking and shifting.  Tufts of reddish brown fur sprouted from your elbows, shoulders, the back of your calves and along your arms.  Your ears point and extend, little tufts of fur forming at the tips. 

Your height and build are lean and tall. A big bushy tail bursting out above the top of your jeans, which has ripped and shredded from your partial transformation.  You look more coyote than wolf, in your half done features.

The process takes all but a few seconds while the assailant stands there gaping at your now towering form.  Blueish green eyes glow in the dark alley, illuminating the frightened man's features.  

You crouch, intent on knocking the man out, but before you make contact a sticky substance wraps around your ankles and you trip into the man in front of you.  Sharp pain radiates in your side after you roll off the man as best you can.  There's a knife sticking out of you.  Growling low you remove the knife and jab it into the man's leg.

"Uh, h-hey! Excuse me," a voice from above you calls. Gripping your side you stand, bent over slightly.  You glance in the direction of the voice. Was he sitting on the wall? Well nothing should surprise you, honestly. 

"What d'you want, kid?" You ask, voice gravely and deep.  Taking your clawed hand away from your side.  Yep definitely still bleeding. 

"Whoa! Are you like some kind of wolf? What do you call it? A werewolf? Man that's so crazy - oh man, Mr Stark will never believe this.  Hey wait, where are you going?"  The little bug kept going on and on, rambling faster than you could register.  So you started making your way back up the alley towards your fire escape.  The food was probably cold by now. 

A boy clad in red with giant bug eyes leaps from the building to land silently in front of you; while also thwipping the men in the alley with - what the...webs? Did those come out of him?  Gross. - Sticking them together for him to hopefully deal with later. 

"Wait, you're hurt. Let me help you," he says, his hands up to show you he means no harm. "I'm Spiderman, by the way." His eyes squint like he's smiling under that mask.

You huff, "I'll be fine, Little Bug," you remove your hand to show him your side is already healing and the blood oozing out has stopped.  You eye him warily, giving him your name quietly.  His big bug eyes widen again and he goes to touch your side but stops short.  You're a good 3 feet taller than him when you go to stand up fully. 

Spiderman backs up quickly, thwipping up to the fire escape above you, "whoa ok hey, sorry.  I was just curious! That's pretty neat, though. Do you also have a fast metabolism?--" he's rambling again.  Rolling your eyes you leap from the ground up to him on the fire escape to pick up your discarded items and food.

As you make your way to the rooftop, he's still talking a mile a minute.  You grunt responses every now and then to show him you're at least semi listening.  

Before your little big friend leaves you for the evening you stop him, you have shifted back to looking normal, small again and around his height.  He was less intimidated by you now after spending most of the night by your side.

"Listen, Bug, I would really, really appreciate it if you never told anyone about tonight. Or about me," you shuffle on your feet while looking around. "Can you promise me?" You look at him now, his giant eyes soften almost and he nods.

"Of course, I'm really good at keeping secrets! You can trust me!" He waves a little goodbye as he thwips onto a building and slings away.

--*--

You growl, "you said you could keep a secret!" Maybe you had too much faith in the spider-boy to keep his word. After all, trusting humans never worked out well for you before.

You crouched low as he dropped from the lamppost, his hands raised he called your name softly, "Please, I just want to help - we want to help," the spider motioned towards Iron Man who hadn't moved since he landed a few feet from you.

You shook your head, "can't trust humans as far as you can throw 'em."  You backed away a few steps.

"Bet you could chuck Spidey here pretty far, Michael J. Fox,"  the robotic distortion of the voice was gone as you looked toward Iron Man.  His suit slid open and out he stepped, wearing a beat up looking band tee and well-worn jeans.  That stupid smirk you could hear earlier was at play on his lips.

You narrowed your eyes at him, straightening back up, "It's a figure of speech, metal head."  He kept a nonchalant gait as he made his way towards you and Spiderman, his hands shoved into his pants pockets.

He shrugged, looking you up and down, "I've got an area back at the tower for you, during the full moon if you're interested," he didn't wait for you to respond as he kept talking. "It's a nice, secured floor only you can enter. Shift in the safety and privacy of your own space. Or whatever you need to do." He stopped about 2 feet from you. Looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. 

You sniffed, he smelled of engine grease and coffee, and maybe a hint of something else you couldn’t place.  You couldn't smell any deception from him.  He seemed sincere enough. 

Eyeing him warily, "Why?" Was all you said.

He shrugged a shoulder, "I'm a generous guy, what can I say?" He sobered a look from the little spiderling to you.  “Sometimes it's ok to take the help when it's offered to you," he nodded a little, stepping back a bit. 

The spider boy stood near you bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands fidgeting at his side.  Big eyes pleading silently at you.

You sigh, looking from your little Bug to the man who was offering you sanctuary for the next full moon. So you nod.

Iron man claps his hands once, "Great! Let's head out!" He turns to go back to his suit, which was waiting patiently for his return.  Before he enters it he looks over his shoulder at you, "Are you more of a David Kessler or Jacob Black?"  

You growl at him in response.  His laugh echoes through the street as it morphs into that robotic lilt when the mask closes over his face, and he takes off into the night sky. 

--*--

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AN: I don't write. Well I haven't written anything since high school. But it's been in my head and I really need to get it out and put it down somewhere..

its bad but it's been haunting me forever and I just needed to get it out of my head.  If you reached the end I want to thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this hot mess.  

[s0nia246]

Prologue: Remnant's Resonance

(Thank you, everyone, for like my au and thank @melancholyofinvisibleshores for the ideas. So for bad writing. Blood and Gore warning)

All I remember was bright light, then a pitch black sky with no moon, yet the trees cast shadows, the leaves to color of blood.

My body was stuck to the ground like glue, and it’s only when my brain started waking up that I could move my limbs at all. Then came the pain.

The throbbing in my head as if someone had taken a hammer to my skull, my hands on fire, but they were too numb to notice any of this until the world came into focus.

It was so cold.

So very cold.

Where.... am I

Where is everyone......

What happened to Remnant.....

Did the plan work.....

did it not.....

No. It had to have worked.

I'm not dead. It was just a hallucination. An illusion brought on by exhaustion. That's all it was. A figment of my imagination. Just a dream. My subconscious must be going mad from trying to make sense of everything that has happened. I just gave to open my eyes to confirm, yet when I moved my neck, an intense, piercing, shooting pain shot through every nerve ending in my body that made me cry out in agony, clutching at my chest and screaming until tears streamed down my face.

What's happening to me?!

Why can't I move!

What has been done to me?!

How will I ever get out of here?!

My mind screamed.

This isn't real!

This isn't real! My inner voice repeated, trying desperately to convince myself that it wasn't real.

But it was really alright. I was stuck in some kind of forest with no clear path leading anywhere. Wait? This looks familiar....am I in the Everfall forest? But how did I get here?

Ruby quickly sat up as all her memories flooded back to her. Everything she had done and what she knew about came flooding in. Her teammates, their mission, her friends, Fighting Salem, everything.

She looked around for anything that could help her escape this place. The trees, trees everywhere! They seemed to cover every available inch of land within sight. There didn't appear to be a way to climb them even if there was a path she could see in front of her.

Nothing.

Just endless foliage all around her. Pain started to spread through her lower abdomen, which prompted Ruby to try and sit more upright.

The pain intensified, making her grip her stomach tightly in order to stop herself from screaming anymore. But the pain kept spreading through her whole body, and before she knew it, she was crying uncontrollably again.

The pain then went up her body to her lungs and throat, and she couldn't control it anymore! She put her hand over her mouth as she felt something coming out of it ..something red... blood.

No no no no no NO!

I don't want this to be real!!

Please, God no!

Don't take this from me.

I can't handle anything else right now!

Not today! Not now! Please! Someone! Anyone, please help me!!! Help her!!!! Save her!!!!!!!!!!!

She threw up in her hand as she continued sobbing loudly, feeling helpless as her entire body shook from a wave of grief.

As the last thing that left her lips was 'Please no, please no', she let go. After everything she had experienced that night alone, she finally allowed herself to collapse onto her side, curling into a fetal position as she continued to scream in anguish.

Her blood landed on the snow like a crimson waterfall, and soon, her body grew colder with each passing second. Soon enough, she began shivering violently as cold sweat dripped down her face and fell onto the ground.

She looked down at her bloody throw up and noticed a gold scepter adorned with intricate engravings.

"How did that come out of me?" Ruby thought as she picked up scepter. It was as big as her hands. She puts the Relic on her belt loop as she she looked around at her surroundings once more, still seeing nothing but forest, trees, and more woods.

Nothing changed.... was that opening always there?

Ruby squinted her silver eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever had caused her such extreme discomfort, hoping it would disappear like the rest of the scenery. It didn't, though, even after staring at the dark horizon for nearly 30 minutes without seeing a thing.

The only difference between the surrounding forest was the large patch of ice where she had thrown up, and her blood stained the snowy landscape.

"Why is her grave her?" Ruby had the get up. She had to see if it was true.. If she truly was Summer's grave.

She struggled to get up, using her hands and arms to push herself upright against the tree trunk that supported her. Each time she tried, the pain got worse.

Every time she took a step towards her late mother's grave though, it stopped. Like the pain was somehow negated by the snow. Or maybe... it was because of the ice covering the ground.

Either way, it made her feel better. She was getting somewhere. She had to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other, no matter how painful or agonizing it might be. Ruby was strong, tougher than she looked, she reminded herself as she pushed forward, trying to ignore the pain radiating throughout her whole body.

"Summer Rose / Thus Kindly I Scatter." Read her mother's grave stone. She read them slowly as she limped forward.

She stared at the letters etched in the smooth white rock, feeling her legs start giving out under her. It hurt so much. All of her muscles ached, especially her legs and arms. And she felt hot and cold. She was sweating profusely, and she couldn't seem to control her shaking.

She leaned against the gravestone, placing one knee to the ground and using it for support before she slumped down to the ground, letting herself fall to the ground in a heap, the everything was on her mind, she just want to talk to anyone at this point.

"Please. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you scared? Am I too late?"

Her silver eyes looked up over the cliff edge, and her eyes widened in fear. A large pool of ink-black liquid that fills the lake below her glowed a deep red as blood spilled from the edges. It ran over the rocks, forming a wide pool of thick black ink before spilling out into the frozen waters of Lake Everglade.

As she watched, horrified, a large unknown grimm jumped from the surface and swam towards her, grabbing onto the edge of the stone.

They are far more terrible than every Grimm she has ever encountered, and they are advancing towards her, their murmurs forming discernible words now:

"You are Little Red Riding Hood! Little Red Riding Hood, you are! You play with the birds, the bees, and the woods! Your name is Little Red Riding Hood! Your name is Ruby Rose!"

Hearing her name spoken by the Grimm company is what breaks Ruby out of her stupor. In a heartbeat, she activates her semblance and zooms out of the clearing.

"Don't run Ruby. Everyone misses you. We're so glad you decided to come back. Come on home now!" the grimm voices called out in unison. One of them added, "It's okay now. We miss you very much." before fading away completely. "We'll be waiting for you. We love you."

Ruby felt tears run down her cheeks, as another thought crossed her mind:

What have I become...?

@weiss-royal-schnee @surefootcleric

[ask-doll-and-cyn]

N

Our favorite boyo is getting his introduction, rejoice!

I'm hard at work on this! Document will be added soon!

[jch3ss3cak3]

IDK how to continue this fic got any ideas

[fizzyfazzy420]

Ricky "Jupe" Park X Reader :3

Me when I only found one jupe fic on ao3:😐

Me when I remember I can write my own:😺

Here take this lol

Ricky "Jupe" Park. Your best friend since you were a little kid. He had been there for you when you had your first crush, when you had your first breakup. And you did the same for him. No matter what fights broke out between friends, or lovers, you always stuck together. You were there for him on the day of Gordy's Birthday. You try not to think back on it, but it comes into your mind nonetheless. You hid under the table opposite the room to his hiding spot. You saw eachother for who you were at that moment. Children. Terrified for their lives. As Gordy walked around the room you looked at him and, hoping he could read lips, silently told him it was gonna be okay. Then, Gordy saw him. It all happened so fast, your legs moved before you could think.You yelled before you could think.Gordy, distracted from Jupe, started running over to you. As he reached out to get you...Bang.He fell to the floor. You immediately ran over to Jupe, pulling him into a hug as cops came into the room.

You were both crying

You were both screaming.

You both collapsed to the floor as the cops tried to comfort you as best as they could. But all the two of you could see were the bodies. And the fucking shoe.The shoe stuck with you all these years, for some reason. Almost worse than the sight of your friends, your "family."But that was when you were children. You're now both in your late thirties.He's just been through a divorce, and you're sitting in his office with him. You're both on the floor, and he's crying as you hold him close."It'll be okay Ricky.."You save his real name for serious times like this."I have something to tell you.""What is it R?""She left me because she didn't like how much time I spent with you.""Oh.. I'm.. I'm so sorry. I didn't know- I would've- I don't know what to say.. I didn't mean to cause any problems."He takes your face in his hands, and looks you in the eyes."It's not your fault." He smiles. You're already tearing up from guilt, and if you weren't already sitting down you would've collapsed to the floor."You know.." He begins talking, looking away from you as he speaks."You're the one who saved my life.You're the one who's always there for me.You're the one who never judged me.I think I'd rather have you than her."As he says this, he scoots a little closer to you, and grabs your hand."R?"He doesn't respond. He stares off into space for a few seconds, your hand still in his, before he leans in and gives you a kiss on the cheek.He looks at you to see if he did something wrong, only to find your face all red and a look of shock and.. happiness on your face."...I'veLikedYouSinceWeWereKids-"You mumble quickly and look away from him."Oh really?" He stands up, pulling you with him."Well I've liked you since we were kids too.""Why didn't you say anything?""I thought you didn't like me back. Didn't want to ruin what we had.""Jupe I love you but you're absolutely oblivious." You chuckle."..YOU LOVE ME??""..well obviously. Of course I love you, always have."He's shocked, but he pulls you in for another kiss, this time he rests one hand in your hair, and the other on your waist. You feel perfect for a short while.You feel normal.All your problems feel like they're miles away.As you break the kiss you grab his hand. "Want to go on a walk?""I'd love to."And with that, you walk out of his office hand in hand.

[boba21521]

Got the first chapter of that fic written, idk, give it a read if you want ,:)

[the-art-projects]

my thoughts about Barbie (2023) because I need to get them out (SPOILERS)

I can't say much about barbie (2023) that hasn't already been said but oh my god. this movie was beautiful, colorful, and deeply emotional. this is most definitely my inner child speaking, but this movie felt so cathartic and healing.

to give a bit of background, I am a trans girl. I used to play with barbies as a kid, and I remember wanting so badly to be like one of them. to feel pretty. to feel like myself.

it took me awhile, and it took this movie's ending, to realize that I CAN be like one of them. I CAN feel pretty. I CAN feel like myself. when barbie decides to become human, it almost felt like me deciding to become who I've always wanted to be.

so as I leave the theater with the crowd, some as teary-eyed as I am, others just ready to go home, I feel like my ideal self isn't so far away.

thank you, greta gerwig, and everyone else who brought this amazing movie to life.

[fides-spes-et-amor]

Someone bully me until I work on my wip

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

[vultruntrash]

The Plan

Hey, yo, been a hot minute eh?

Me? Hyperfixations and work. Not Voltron related.

What IS Voltron related, however, is some ideas I've been having.

I still have all of my research notes from back during the binge sessions, as well as the timeline and canon event logs. Still waiting on the dvd release for seasons 7 and 8, but at this point, I'm just assuming that's not going to happen; which makes me sad because dvd releases would have more goodies to look through (And I like my dvd goodies)

So, what's The Plan?

I haven't gotten anything in a document yet, they're all still disjointed scenes floating around in my head. It's essentially a rewrite. A script, moreover, honouring the showrunner's ultimate decisions in the series and justifying them with character growth and development. With some notable changes. And some expanded explanations of included elements.

Zarkon still dies. The first time. The Robo-version is a corpse puppet.

Allura and Lance still end up together. And it's believable.

Shiro still retires. And gets together with whatshisbucket, but doesn't marry yet.

Keith still comes into his own as a leader.

Lance grows as a Second, and starts taking others, and himself, more seriously.

Pidge is still a gremlin and Hunk is still a cinnamon roll.

Some of the more notable changes I'm planning out are actually some of the more important instances of the series that I feel could have been handled much better than they had been.

Allura's apology, for one, is an actual apology; and is moved to much later in the series to after Shiro's disappearance. It's a quiet moment, with nothing on the line, and most importantly it's something she does on her own.

Keith's decision to leave Voltron to work with the Blades of Marmora is related to how weird Kuron is acting. Keith knows something is up, but he doesn't know what, but he DOES know that he's more likely to find out working with the Blades. The private conversation with Lance is still originally Lance wanting to give up being a Paladin, but becomes Keith revealing his suspicions and asking Lance to watch over everyone and keep them safe while he's gone.

The Zarkon Fight at the end of season one has more thematic appropriateness, added to later when the team is attempting to get back to earth as soon as possible and go one that "vision quest" to unlock ftl travel. The 'fight your predecessor' scenes are going to be added in as the Paladins are being submitted to a final trial before officially achieving full control of their lions.

Adding on to that, the fight at the end with Haggar is not a multiverse-traversing mess, but a "battle in the center of the mind" that ultimately ends with Allura sealing herself and Haggar together until one of them is defeated. This is done with the knowledge that, regardless of who wins, there's not really a way to escape.

Spoiler alert: Allura wins. And escapes. And finds her way to the Paladins somehow. How? Something something Altean Magic, idk.

The final change I wanted to talk about is at the very end of the series. When the Lions reactivate and leave the planet, the Paladins are piloting this time. This is to symbolize that, though the conflict is over, their job is still not done. They've earned their place as the Paladins of Voltron, and in doing so have vowed to defend the universe from any that wish to harm it's inhabitants.

So, it's a lot, right? It's a lot.

I make no promises if or when anything will be written, but after seeing the reblog about how quickly it came and went, it makes a little more sense why things were the way they were and it continues to leave a bad taste in my mouth to know that. So I wanted to share the plans I've been very slowly chipping away at for a while now. I've got enough on my plate between work, my comic, my other fics, and commissions, that Voltron hasn't really been a priority.

I'll try to start writing things down and post snippets now and then, but do bear in mind that this isn't a full fic, or a narrative, or a webcomic. It's a script. Written with the full intention of taking pre-existing clips and rearranging them to match. Complete with scene calls, expression and read notations, and a sound track.

So forgive me for being reluctant to want to dive right in

[mtgpocketrealm]

Ula, Emi, Kozi the False Gods

Card: Shrine of the Forsaken Gods

Credit: Daniel Ljunggren

The shortened names of three Eldrazi Titans, believed to be three gods...which they are analogous to in power funnily enough. They warp the world, minds, and life around them and those who witness their horrid spawn long enough will all go mad. Some forms of madness result in self-termination, others inane ramblings, and the final form is that of worship.

The werewolves and some humans ended up succumbing to the last, primarily due to only witnessing the brushes of the Titan's shadows against the plane. The werewolves succumbed out of desperation and hunger and were quickly conscripted wherever possible. Whenever a new lineage appeared on the realm, a few would splinter off out of curiosity, and subsequently warp and change into a visage of that lineage.

The human's faith however was not born of desperation, but fear, awe. These mighty creatures held a unilateral adaptation to avoid death in some manner. Something which was highly respected, and due to the unnatural and effective means employed by the Eldrazi, they became paragons of survival within these desolate wastelands...which were made all the harsher by the very beings they now worship.

They see the Remnant left by the True Eldrazi as lifelong armor, tools, and weapons, which they mold and shape by feeding it mana. The specific variety of remnant that they use is indicative of the god or gods they follow. In a usually literal sense, following in the wake of the Eldrazi as they migrate, though they aren't following the Eldrazi themselves, no, they follow the Howlpacks, the Eldrazi Werewolves. Rites of Passage include the cultivation of armor and/or armaments and slaying one of the Horrors that are created by the Howlpacks. Releasing the soul of one who did not survive as a consequence is a common belief. Those who have something to prove may seek to slay a member of the Howlpack itself (though they will be hunted in return upon success). Those who are great, or perhaps insane, seek to slay one of the Eldrazi themselves. A small vestige of god, the 'God's Titan' as it were, in return for what effectively amounts to bragging rights and universal respect across the realm. Even the Realmsoul seemed to have a strange reverence for any humans who could manage such a feat based on the descriptions of one such battle.

This may seem like a heretical action, killing your god, but for the faithful, there is no higher form of worship. Not only are you surviving the wasteland, you thrive more than the beings who make it, you are so capable of finding the resources required that you can simply remove their source. It is strange admittedly, but it is their belief.

They also have 'The Pilgrimage', where a believer(s) travels from their home ring, underground, to the Realmsoul. Trading information about their gods and their adversaries (the Howlpacks) to the Realmsoul for mana crystals, food, water, and occasionally clothing. The Realmsoul admitted to starting that tradition when the Realm was far smaller since its view of where the Eldrazi are is 'blurred'. A condition that has apparently only gotten worse overtime. One of these individuals or groups will go on this pilgrimage once every three or four months, though, as the distance has increased, so too has the time between the Pilgrimages.

Beyond those general beliefs, the right of passage, and the pilgrimage, they have few unified beliefs. Some believe in prayer, some believe in rituals such as regular fasting or sacrificing a portion of their food to the path of their god, and some believe in worship through regular warfare with the Howlpacks. They are scattered groups who only come together when pilgrimages align. And though conflicts of 'how' to worship can arise in these times, the Realmsoul is quick to prevent these situations from becoming violent. Primarily by way of threatening to give them less resources.

Ula is the god of Endurance

'The Titans of Ula tower over mountains, and when felled, they come back to walk again.'

Card: Deathless Behemoth

Credit: Jason Felix

The Howlpacks that follow behind them are known as the Howlpacks of Corrupting Hunger. Hairless bodies of smooth flesh, ribs outside of their flesh, and featureless bone-like faceplates. Relentlessly hunting down any source of mana that they can sense. They possess one to three tentacle-like tails and long sharp claws. Their legs have smoothed, becoming difficult to truly identify them as such rather than as two more tails. It should be noted, that they are blind and deaf, but they have some way of 'sniffing out' mana, be it souls or crystals. Their conversion rate of human corpses to Eldrazi Horrors is abysmal, generally, they annihilate the corpses they feast upon rather than letting them change.

Emi is the goddess of Persistence

'The Titans of Emi do not seem to deserve the monicker, but they survive. Stabbed, Burned, Hacked, Flayed, they will continue. It will melt away, yet it will remain.'

Card: Eternal Scourge

Credit: Winona Nelson

The Howlpacks that follow behind them are known as the Howlpacks of Whispering Lies. Sineous bodies with patches of hair, they speak, sing, and whisper with many voices all at once. This sound changes the perception of any animal nearby, it makes them see things and hear things. As it turns out, it causes random activity within the brain of its victims, but it can focus the ability to seemingly disappear, much like a telepath could. Those with sufficient willpower can fight off this effect, albeit temporarily. Their conversion rate of human corpses to Eldrazi Horrors is nearly 100%, generally, they only consume the vocal cords of their victims, adding their voice to the choir.

Kozi is the god of Resilience

'The Titans of Kozi do not come back from death, they do not avoid pain, they simply refuse to die. They grow ever stronger, ever larger. They are what we hope to become, uncaring of the desolate reality around us.'

Card: Walker of the Wastes

Credit: Joseph Meehan

The Howlpacks that follow behind them are known as the Howlpacks of a Thousand Witnesses. Carapace-encased bodies with an obsidian-like mantis blade on their forearms. They have eyes not on their heads but on their shoulders, hips, pecks, the small of their back, between their shoulder blades, on the sides of their elbows and knees, and the back of their three-fingered hands. Space around them distorts minorly as they move, which makes ranged weapons significantly less effective against them as well as creating strange reflections of the Horrors they had once created appear around them. Though they can harm an unwary hunter, they are still illusions, and disrupting them sufficiently can get rid of them.

Card Inspirations: Shrill Howler // Howling Chorus, Kozilek's Sentinel

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