#IT WAS ABOUT THIS GEM COLLECTION THAT WAS GONNA GET STOLEN

[cloudcountry]

.,.,.,,. cilan from pokemon

Guys, I wanna know. Reblog this post and tell me who your first fictional crush was. Like, the one who instantly stole your heart. Do they still have your heart to this day?

[foolishsweet]

Anyways the new pjsk Card set detective v/s phantom thieve M AU

Mizuki is a phantom thieve that steals stuff that's cute like a crow, and An being the main detective tied to their case, with Rui being her main aid on tracking them down.

There is this museum that's gonna showcase a set of earrings and necklace that's just too cute for Phantom M to miss, so they send a calling card before hand. But that night, right as the grand announcement and as they were going to make their move, the lights go off and on revealing the set has already been stolen. Now Mizuki is the prime suspect and has to clear their name without revealing their identity, with An and Rui tracking them down.

Akito seems to notice something is off about the crime tho, so he helps Mizuki go under the radar. He gives An hints and distracts Rui whenever he catches up to Mizuki. There is a lot of drama, with both An and Rui having been friends with Mizuki in the past and trying to bring them to Justice and An doubting her skills as a detective, with their trust for Akito also getting strained.

Slowly An unravels the mystery, discovering that the person in charge of the museum created a set up, trying to steal the jewelry and pass the crime off to Mizuki, then having his goons hide them so he could collect them later. The problem is that the goons lost the jewels, and refuse to say where. So now nobody knows where these gems are. This turns into a gun fight when they hear a new goon scream "there is the set!!! get them!!!" followed by a dog barking and the confused screaming of what the three detectives recognize as their co-worker, Tsukasa.

He was supposed to be looking for a lost dog, how did it get to this?!?! The whole situation turns to a chase with guns, and they somehow start a fire. Now with the suspects mansion aflame everyone is trying to escape, but Tsukasa can't because this goons keep scaring the dog and driving them both further into the building. The others outside end up watching Tsukasa hugging the dog and jumping of a window. Mizuki uses a graping hook to save them both and bring them safely to the ground.

Everyone is confused, but because of the movement the dog starts to gag and pukes one of the missing earrings from the set. An then asks Tsukasa who made the request for finding the lost dog, and it turns out it was one of the goons in the name of the master in charge of the museum. The pieces click together.

The Master is arrested, the dog is sent to a vet and the earrings and necklace are retrieved as evidence to the detective agency in An's office. All seems well, till An goes to get the set, only to find Mizuki's card in their place, along some flowers.

Now...the chase continues ;)

[trevisos]

4, 6, 9, 26 :3

hiii my love thank u :3

4. What hobbies does your Tav have? How did they acquire these interests?

honestly xarrai’s hobbies are mostly bard stuff. they write a ton and have fun trying out new songs and poetry when they performs. they always enjoyed reading and once they were on their own at 16ish they started writing too. a lot of it is inane bullshit meant to please a drunk crowd and not necessarily meant to be High Art, but they also have pages upon pages of poetry and music they’ve written as an outlet that they don’t allow anyone to see. they’re paranoid as hell so it’s all written in increasingly convoluted cyphers but they hold onto it all because they wouldn’t never admit it but they’re a sentimental bastard lol. (as a fun note, gortash 100% has these stolen while they’re out of the city and keeps them in wrym’s rock. the earliest cyphers they used fresh out of mulmaster are banite, so they’re certain he was able to read that stuff. they never know if he cracked the later cyphers or what all he actually read.)

outside of that, they also rly enjoy giving themself stupid stick n poke tattoos LOL they don’t rly like drawing that much otherwise but they often get drunk or bored or both and end up adding to their little collection. their legs are a mess lol the older ones are AWFUL but they’ve gotten a little better over the years. they give karlach a little snp of clive in camp one night :)

6. What is your Tav’s favourite childhood memory?

cop out answer is they spent their childhood as a prisoner in a banite cult LOL but i think they do have some fond memories still. like it’s human nature to find things to enjoy and cling to even in the face of pain and suffering and i think the things they look back on fondly are like. when an older kid taught them to braid their hair and then they were able to pass that down to other kids who came through… stealing books and smuggling them back to their room to read at night… when spring finally came in mulmaster and it started to get a little warmer. just little things like that.

9. What was your Tav doing when they were taken by the mind flayers

it was xar’s day off babey!! they were on their way to the hissing stones (a bathhouse in the lower city) which granted they were going to a revelers’ union crew meeting first but they Were going to spend the rest of the evening relaxing in the bath. and then they were probably just gonna kick it. maybe go play their lyre in a park, maybe make the trek out to sharess caress to visit sorn and nym. but instead they got scooped up by mindflayers and forced to save the world and confront their past or whatever smh

26. Does your Tav have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

they have a few actually! they have their lyre, but to them that’s less a sentimental item and more an extension of their body honestly. they also have a dagger they’re particularly fond of with gemstones embedded into the hilt and pommel. they stole it from a merchant in the wide when they were like 18 and have managed not to lose it since then (truly an impressive feat for them LOL). the gems are fake but they look pretty when the light catches them and the engraving on the blade is fairly nice. and then they have their cigarette case that’s just a little black lacquered box with gold inlay on the lid. it was a gift from a girlfriend they dumped almost immediately after she gave it to them but they do rly love it and carry it most everywhere.

however. they think being sentimental about items is stupid. they do not see the hypocrisy here. LOL

[trytofic]

So uhhh I wrote something. Killer gets a pet dragon lol

He opens a new box and carefully snaps all the little pieces together, hair flowy and shining, a long set of wings carefully attached to the back of the figure. Killer loves these things, as much as his friend Dust makes fun of him about it, he just can’t see the beauty. Its less of who it is but more of the craft. The figures he collects have such fine detail, its almost like he can see the fabric with ever craved line on them. He sighs as he places the figure in its new spot. This whole room is dedicated to them. He can’t believe that he gets to own such things, but ever since he started working again, his collection could stay. He smiles at his newest gem before he turns off the light, deciding its time to got to sleep. 

He wakes to a crash, and he bolts from his mattress. It sounded like it came from his collection. He grabbed a knife he hid under his bed for completely practical reasons, and absolutely not for when his friend came over to have some fun. When he opened the door, his hand slamming on the wall to turn the lights on, he saw in the middle of the floor a small black creature. He was hissing and writhing, he noticed its eye was a bright cyan color. He is surrounded by glass, he’s the one who made the glass shatter. He looked around to see several figures on the floor, only one not broken from the commotion. His hands shook as he saw the damaged figures. He kneels getting ready to pick them up when the creature hisses and shrieks at him. Stumbling backward, his bones hit the ground so hard he let out a startled yelp.

“What re you doing in here you stupid thing!” He could feel liquid coming from his eyes but chose to ignore it. “You’re breaking my things and you’re going to wake my neighbors.” He says with his teeth grit tight.  

When the creature hisses again and jumps at him, he grabs it by the tail.

‘Let go of me to stupid dolt!’

“What?”

‘You heard me! Put me down this instance!’ Killer dropped the creature into his lap, and it began to look over his legs and wings. As he began to lick his wounds, he could still hear an angry growl. ‘This is my hoard now and I will defend it with my life.’

“You’re what? My 40K figures?”

‘Is that what theyre called? Figures?’

“Well yeah. Wait… how is this your hoard and you don’t even know what they are? What the heck even are you?”

‘I am a dragon of course! How uneducated are you?’ 

“A dragon?”

‘Yes! Now tell me about my hoard! Do they need heat to keep them together and shiny? What value do they hold? Are they likely to be stolen?’

“Woah woah woah, look.” He takes in a deep breath. “First of all, these are my figures. I bought them with my own money, I make sure they don’t get dusty buy keeping them, I make sure the room doesn’t overheat to they can melt. These are mine. So whatever you think you’re going to do here, aint gonna happen!”

‘Plastic? Dust? Wait, are these not valuable?’

“They are to me you little snake!”

‘Do not call me that you pathetic oaf! I am a dragon! I am created to guard a hoard, and this had been decided as my hoard!’ Killer looks down in his lap to see his wings spread out and his feet more webbed that claws. His tail rounded but long. He was more like a sea serpent than a dragon. But he also noticed one eye was closed as he spoke to him. He looked around to see there is a black liquid on some of the glass that is shattered on the floor.

“Are you hurt?” He asks bringing his phalanges to the dragon’s eye. It hisses and he sees the black liquid begin to drip out. He stumbled to his feet, the dragon hissing as he was lifted.

He rushed to clean up his wound and the dragon in his hands shuddered with the gentle touch to his eye. The whole process was silent, and Killer knew he needed to go back and clean up the room, but this little dragon, took priority.  Once his eye was cleaned, he put a small bandage over it.

“Don’t scratch at it. It’ll only get worse if you do.” He huffed, his feet leading him back to the room. He set the dragon down and he sat staring up at Killer. He stared at the broken figures and his shoulders sunk. Some of these designs weren’t even sold anymore, but as he stared down at the dragon who sat staring at the figures, he couldn’t be too upset with him, since he didn’t know what he was doing. He let out a groan as he left to find something to clean up the mess.

As Killer stared at the mess, he let out a sigh and began cleaning, the dragon curled on a shelf, watching him closely. He placed the figures that could be saved in one pile and the ones that he wouldn’t be able to repair in a garbage bag. His soul felt like shattering as he stared at them. He picked of some of the pieces and he could hear his bones begin to rattle. Why did this bother him so much? They’re just figures. He jumped when he heard a small chirp from the shelf and he looked to see a worried expression from the dragon. 

“What should I call you by the way?” Killer asked as he put his hand over his eyes. 

‘I… I do not have a name. Is there one you think would suit me and my hoard?’ The dragon’s tail slightly swayed.

“Nightmare.” He chuckled. “In the Warhammer universe Nightmares are not mortal born creatures, they’re fantastical and strong.” He looked over at the dragon to see its cyan eye grow large and shone in awe.

‘That sounds like a lovely name. I would love to hear more about the story of this universe.’

“Oh, I have a few books somewhere in here that are just stories from in the universe. I know I have some rule books and modules, but the novels are pretty good too.”

‘That sounds lovely. Since you have given me a name, may I ask yours?’

“Killer.” He smiled as he walked over to the dragon. “I know it was a little rocky, but I hope we can enjoy the collect- hoard together.” 

‘I as well.’

[the-broken-truth]

SUBTITLE: DEALING WITH DEVILS

Summary: Betrayed by the man who held her heart and her child stole from her, Selina has no choice but to partner with a Living Devil to get back what she loves most - Her Child.

It had been weeks since she last heard from [Reader] but it wasn't the last time she saw them - she saw them yesterday when the Justice League was called in to deal with some superpowered villains that were trying to rob a bank in Gotham; she wasn't targeting the bank herself but she was looking to see if she could find out what the League did with [Reader] and she got her answer when Superman was being overwhelmed by Bane and he called out someone by the name of 'Cerberus'.

Imagine her surprise and shock when [Reader] came flying from over son buildings in their red and black suit with a crimson cape attached at the shoulders before knocking Bane away from Superman and taking him on themselves. What really attached Selina to [Reader's] new appearance was the crown on their forehead - it looked like Wonder Woman's Crown...but different and something about it rubbed Selina the wrong way.

Once all the villains were dealt with, Selina watched as Superman walked over to [Reader], giving him a pat on the shoulder, calling them son/daughter, and praising them for the about of control they had against Bane; it broke Selina's heart when she heard [Reader] thank him and call him 'Father'. But something about the way they called him 'Father' wasn't right, it was dead...lifeless...almost controlled. They did something to [Reader] and Selina was going to find out.

It would be 3 weeks when she learned from the underground that Lex Luthor had a collection of Kryptonite stolen and the one who stole it was none other than Batman - what would he need Kryptonite for if not to weaken a Kryptonian... Wait - or a Half-Kryptonian. That would make sense, could it be that they placed the weakening gem on or in [Reader] to make them obey, and if so, where was it?

That's when she went to see someone she was not fond of - Deadshot. If anyone could get the information that she wanted and find a way to save [Reader] it was him; there was no way in hell that the Justice League was gonna give [Reader] back to Selina, even if she asked.

Deadshot did his research and came back to Selina, telling her that she was correct about the Kryptonite and it was located in the crown on [Reader's] Head - it was weakening their way of thinking and this piece of Kryptonite had a mind control chip in it that allowed Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman control [Reader's] thoughts and actions. Now, Selina knew why [Reader] was screaming that night, they were reacting to the effects of Kryptonite in their head.

Selina said she was going to make a plan and she was gonna need Deadshot to take the shot to free [Reader] from the League's Control...and maybe another one in Batman's Thieving Ass, too.

[End]

[abundanceoflol]

So you guys think the soul jams have somekind of rules or something like that ?

Back on chapter 11 ( grandberry market ) royalberry says that is a shame that he can wield the hollyberry shield and utilize its power even though he is literally the son of hollyberry cookie

And each hero talk to different lights ( light of truth , passion and resolution ) which seems to be connected to the soul jams

Heck back on chapter 10 dark enchantress cookie put pure vanilla on a jar and said something about collecting the light of truth

So i kinda thought they were kinds like excalibur ( only the worthy shall wield it ) and dark enchantress cookie can cheat cause she has her own soul jam/ is an ancient too plus dark magic

But back on cookie odyssey the pastry order/ white masks seemed to be able to wield the stolen soul jams to some extent ( even though they lost the battles )

And that bugs me a little , especially cause i get the impression that the pastry order knows more then they let on at the same time that they are a more than a bit delusional and are gonna bite more then they can chew or make a somekind of dumb decision that is gonna blown up in their faces

Yuh I get that before Odyssey came out me and Void we're under the thought that the soul jams were you know their souls and the ancients couldn't part from it. Unless you wanted major consequences. Like losing your memories and identity or death. Which after that ruined our plans for book four cause we couldn't have a race against time because the ancients are fine without their soul jams. For the Ancient's soul jams we follow the canon rules but for the dragons soul gems we follow our own. Soul gems are actually dragon souls, and if cracked or broken the dragon dies, but the gem can only be broken by a force ancient or higher. Removing a dragons Soul gem is bad news as well because its also a second heart. If a dragons soul gem is removed for quite sometime they can become sluggish and go into a hibernation. That's how me and Void rationalized out Longan's slumber, they had removed their own soul gem and planned for it to be placed back when the time came. Thanks to Lychee's help as well. But losing a soul gem is still a huge fear because before the dragon succumbs to slumber they deal with heavy vertigo and nausea along with the dread of every second getting slower and slower until they close their eyes for the final time and sleep until the gem is returned. Thats why most dragons keep their gems over their chest best way to keep them safe and not worry about losing it. - Q

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

[fispernul]

Namaari is the real hero

Raya: “Are you supposed to have that?” Namaari: “Pfft! No”

“Princess Namaari, the Tail lands are infested with Druun. Benja’s daughter is as good as stone out here. Retrieving some useless dragon scroll isn’t worth the risk”

Namaari: “Anyone else want to question why we’re out here?

Namaari: “I gotta admit, Raya, until a few months ago, I thought you were stone. But then, someone stole Fang’s dragon scroll”

Raya: “Oh, is that why you are chasing me? And here I thought it was because you missed me”

She never answers why she is after Raya. Namaari knows only one person outside of Fang knows about the dragonscroll, and she will also know why Raya took it. We see how many rivers Raya already checked in those few months. If Namaari was really after Raya to stop her, she would have done so much sooner. Namaari has always been helping Raya.

Namaari wants to help Raya make Kumandra a reality again. Raya has her own personal agenda as to why she is on this quest and it has nothing to do with Kumandra. Namaari truly believes in Kumandra and Raya clearly doesn’t. Raya keeps pointing out that she is only doing this to get her father back.

Raya: “That’s ancient history, ba”

Namaari: “But if we could find it, could you imagine? A dragon back in the world? Things could be so much better.”

Raya: “I just really, really want my ba back”

Raya: “And bring my ba back?”

Raya: “Kumandra is a fairy tale. The only thing important to me now is bringing my ba back.”

This is also weird because she blames her father for what happened. Now I know you might thing otherwise because of Raya introducing Namaari to Sisu as the “backstabbing binturi that broke the world”. But why would she keep the Sisu necklace and not only “take good care of it” but even use it in the ritual to bring Sisu back? I’m sure that when Raya collected the other things back at Heart like the chalice there would have been another Sisu artefact she could have used. Why use a gift from someone you don’t trust?

Benja: “Trust me”

Raya: “I’ve made a mistake. I trusted someone I shouldn’t have, and now the world’s broken”

She wasn’t talking about Namaari here.

Benja: “They’re only our enemies because they think the Dragon Gem magically gives us prosperity”

Namaari: “This is actually one of the first times I’ve had rice in a while”

Namaari: “Fang may look nice on the outside, but we have some pretty big holes on the inside”

Chief Virana: “Go on, it’s okay”

Namaari has always believed in Sisu and Kumandra but as princess of Fang she will do what she needs to to keep her people safe. When she believes having the Dragon Gem gives prosperity she will go as far as betraying Raya.

Namaari: “But you heard the general. We’re running out of space. We need to expand. If we had all the gem pieces, we could do that safely. You’re right. This isn’t an emotional decision, it’s the only decision we can make to secure Fang’s future.”

Chief Virana: “And that’s how the land of Fang rose in spite of all the monsters that wanted to destroy us. Because we’re smart, resilient, and we take care of one another.”

Raya: “I got kicked in the back by someone who gave me a gift”

Namaari: “It was Sisu. She can fix what we broke”

Namaari: “But we… We never meant for anyone to get hurt.”

So now the Druun have been back for six years. Fang has been known as not to be trusted and the issue of food scarcity and insufficient safe land has grown even larger.

Tong: “There blades are specially designed for the stabbing of backs”

Chief Virana: “The other lands blame us for what’s happened.”

The dragonscroll gets stolen and Namaari knows exactly why and by whom. She takes a few soldiers (or her mother made her) and goes after Raya. She even goes as far as leading them into the Druun infested dessert without a gempiece to protect them. As soon as they catch up with Raya, she stops the chase when Raya and Sisu team up with Boon.

Namaari: “We’re not following them to Talon”

Chief Virana: “Well, if she’s going into Spine, I doubt there’ll be much left of her to intercept”

Namaari: “Stand down.”

Namaari knows the Talon chief is now that little old lady so Raya can get that gem piece on her own. Namaari also knows she will need an army to help Raya at Spine. She asks her mother for the royal army to intercept Raya before reaching Spine. Not capture. Not stop. Intercept.

Why bring the royal army and then let them stand down as soon as they find Raya? Namaari doesn’t tell Raya to stop, doesn’t say she is capturing Raya. She says “You and the dragon pieces are coming with me”. She wants to help to get the Dragon Gem together again.

As soon as Namaari comes back with the news she saw Sisu her mother is disappointed she came back without the gem pieces. She then tells Namaari she “has done enough” and that what happens to Raya is “no longer your concern”.

Namaari return to her chambers instead of preparing the inevitable attempt of Raya to sneak into Fang. When she receives the note from Raya, she sees a final chance to help. Namaari’s first believe that “Raya isn’t just gonna give Sisu to us” might be wrong after all.

Namaari: “I don’t have any other choice.”

Think about it. Chief Virana always carries the gem piece in a staff with her. The only way Namaari could have taken the gem piece with her is if she convinced her mother to take it. Most likely under the condition of her mother that Namaari has to return the other pieces (and Sisu) rather than give Fang’s away to Raya. But the amount of trust it would have taken to give away the one thing that would keep Fang safe from the Druun is immense.

Namaari: “I never meant for any of this to happen”

As soon as Sisu falls into the water, Namaari takes the piece and starts running back. She is trying to get back in time to protect her mother.

The little moment we see chief Virana look scared when the Druun approach, I’m sure at that moment she believes Namaari is turned to stone and that is why she wouldn’t have put up a fight when the Druun came for her. Because why would she have walked back to her throne instead of trying to get away?

Raya: “Then let me take the first step”

Raya could be quoting her father, could be quoting Sisu, but in that moment she knows it was Namaari that is the person who truly believes in Kumandra and is the person she will trust. Sisu has lived in a world where humans and dragons have lived together, she just wants something back. Benja has always lived in prosperity and for him “it’s easy to pontificate on Kumandra when the land of Heart already has everything”. But Namaari? She still believes in Kumandra without anything in her life pointing out that it could be a possibility.

So, in conclusion: It’s Namaari who saved the world from the Druun and got the dragons and Kumandra back.

[angstyclowns]

So another idea Alpha Dragon Bokugo noticing his treasure has been taken from his nest and finds Oméga reader with some of his treasure in a market but instead of being mad he starts finding more gems and jewelry to give to them to court them. And I’m go add a sign off to the prompts I send you so if you get annoyed at any of them you can ignore them-🔮

When I tell you I was so excited to write this, like I started planning immediately.

Also, if you haven’t - sorry if I’m annoying you- read @plainbrunettelbl fanfics with dragon Bakugo. they make my heart swell.

Alpha! Dragon! Bakugo x Thief! Omega! Reader

To say he was livid was the understatement of the motherfucking year

He was prepared to burn down the entire fucking country when he found select fire opals, rubies and carnelians missing. 

A dragon’s hoard was sacred, and he knew the exact number of gems in his. As of currently though, seven gems were missing. 

seven.

That’s seven villages he would burn down as collateral.

First things first though, finding the dumbass who had a death wish.

Whoever it was left a scent- meaning alpha or omega- and judging by the sweeter tone it had, he was gonna go with omega.

Though it didn’t matter, he was going to obliterate them.

So he changed into his dragon form quickly, letting out such a loud roar it shook the earth below him as he soared, following the scent.

And to whoever’s credit, they made it much further then he would’ve expected, traveling a good four villages away from his den.

You must’ve had a horse.

So he wasn’t the first dragon you’ve stolen from. 

The thought made him snarl as smoke escaped his nostrils.

You were going to perish slowly and painfully.

Once your scent began to cloud over a special village, he turned back into his human form, stomping his way to the bazaar, no one dared step in his way

He was a dragon on a mission.

And that mission was to find you.

And he did. 

Just as you were handing a bright red carnelian to the bazaar man, getting a hefty bag of coins in return.

And though he wanted to be angry, he just...couldn’t.

All that steam he had propelling him earlier suddenly disappeared as he saw you.

You were breathtaking in every way. He couldn’t even describe it, you were just...beautiful. 

So he decided to follow you... keep an eye on you in a way.

He still had his gems he had to collect payment on.

So he watched as you got on your horse- his assumptions proving right about the horse- following you in his dragon form as you rode home. 

To the saddest shack he had ever seen.

As you rode up, an army of kids ran up to you- Katsuki assuming this was an orphanage of sorts.

His assumptions were proven correct when an older woman walked out, thanking you profusely as you handed her the satchel of coins. 

 Only for it to be snatched as a mean looking man chuckled.

Katsuki hated tax collectors- even before he met you- but watching your face go from bashful to distressed, burnt sugar entering his sensitive nostrils., made him despise them.

You had jumped and swiped at the bag that was held a little out of your reach, looking close to snapping. 

Katsuki decided he had seen enough.

Changing forms, he stalked over to the tax collector snatching the bag of coins from behind him.

When the tax collector turned around to snap, his words caught in his throat before the beta was sprinting away- his alpha goonies behind him.

Katsuki’s ruby eyes then turned to you, his inner alpha straight up dying as you whimpered, shielding the children behind you.

“Please, I know what I did was wrong, and I’ll rightfully suffer for it, but please, let them keep the money. They need it more than you do.”

He huffed, smirking at the fear the children showed. 

But not at your fear. 

He tossed the bag to old bat before turning, changing forms and flying back to his den.

Hatching a plan in his head to get you to be his.

You were immaculate- more so than any of his gems- just in the way you acted, let alone looked.

Willing to take any punishment so that those pups could eat?

He hadn’t remember why he was so angry before. 

They were just mere gems- and that was it.

Taking a quick U-turn, Katsuki made his way to the dragon gem mines, knowing just how to win your heart. 

Given you were super confused when gems of all shapes, sizes and colors started appearing places where you would find them.

You knew they were courting gifts, but from who?

You kept each one, nonetheless, using it to fix up the orphanage were you lived, and keep that bastard tax collector off your back for a while.

Of course, all good things must come to an end however.

Just as you found another bright red ruby- your admirer seeming to have a liking with red, reminding you of the rather handsome dragon- it was pulled out of your hand before you could register.

“Stealing from dragons, tch tch. You know that’s an offense punishable by death.”

“I didn’t steal it.”You snapped, grabbing the gem from Maverick, the tax collector.

“Then you went to the dragon mines, which is still a felony.”

His hand snacked around your neck as he sniffed your scent gland, nearly making you puke. 

“Of course, no one would have to find out about this. Though I’ve dreamed of the day this orphanage closes, I could wait a little longer...”

A small explosion near Maverick’s ear made him drop you, giving you the chance to hide yourself and the jewel behind whatever saved you.

funny enough, it was that handsome dragon.

Your omega chirped in happiness at the man before he turned to you with a smirk, a purr leaving him before he turned to the tax collector.

“Stay the fuck away from this orphanage and my omega, got that dickbag? Or do I need to burn it onto your forehead?”

Maverick quickly shook his head before running with his tail between his legs. 

Katsuki then turned to you. 

“Your happy to see me-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you were launching yourself onto him, Katsuki smiling as he wrapping his arms around you.

“Come on, let’s get you back home. I have a feeling you need to spend a little time with your dragon and not just his hoard.”

“I’m sorry!”

[kuphulwho]

Psyphulu. Or, if somebody's already jumped on that one, give us some Arvin.

Yesss! You're the first one to jump on it, so psyphulu it is! Referring to this post here.

Who hogs the duvet? Psyphon, being a cold-blooded species, gets cold easily. Kuphulu, being a species that is accustomed to a hot climate, also gets cold easily. If one hogs the blanket on a particular night, it's gonna be drowsily stolen back by the other eventually.

Who texts/rings to check how their day is going? Given their situation, with Anur Transyl not exactly being the most welcoming toward Psyphon, it's hard for Kuphulu to ever truly stop being protective over him.

Who's the most creative when it comes to gifts? Psyphon's gifts are thoughtful, but standard. Kuphulu, meanwhile, has a tendency to think of things that Psyphon would've never thought about asking for until actually receiving it.

Who gets up first in the morning? Psyphon, definitely. Kuphulu is a perpetual night owl. It's rare for him to wake up too much earlier than the Anur Transyl equivalent of 10 AM.

Who suggests new things in bed? Before any feelings were finally admitted, the sexual tension between them was astronomical. Once they finally get past the fluster hurdle, Kuphulu tends to be slightly more cool and collected when it comes to bringing it up than Psyphon.

Who cries at movies? It's so funny. They both try to play it cool for the other, but this usually ends with both of them crying.

Who gives unprompted massages? Kuphulu learns that Psyphon loves how soft he is and is quick to spoil him with this fact.

Who fusses over the other when they're sick? If either of them ever got sick, one would absolutely fuss over the other. It doesn't matter which one is sick.

Who gets jealous the easiest? Definitely Psyphon, although he would never admit it. This amuses Kuphulu.

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music? Psyphon, probably, although Kuphulu certainly has his own guilty pleasures as well.

Who collects something unusual? Kuphulu has a stash of various artistic pieces, artifacts, and gems, with it being highly unlikely that all of these things were acquired legally. He also has many books on varying topics, many magical in nature.

Who takes the longest to get ready? Oh boy, both of them take a while, but Psyphon slightly beats Kuphulu in that regard.

Who is the most tidy and organized? Psyphon, actually. There's no rhyme or reason to where Kuphulu puts his knickknacks, and any books, while still alphabetized, are kind of haphazardly placed. He still makes sure that everything stays in the same place so he doesn't lose anything, though.

Who gets more excited about the holidays? Kuphulu lovingly introduces Psyphon to the holidays of Anur Transyl while making sure that he has a good time learning. Once said holidays roll around again after his first introduction to them, Psyphon becomes just as enthusiastic.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon? Kuphulu has tried to be the little spoon, but after he and Psyphon got tangled in his tendrils too many times, he became a forever big spoon.

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports? At first, both of them try the whole "I like him so I'm gonna let him win" shtick, but they both realize what's going on pretty quickly, and that they also hate it. They both prefer a challenge. Since then, they've become quite the sight too see when competing against each other. They get really into it, but it's totally friendly.

Who starts the most arguments? Psyphon is a bit more outspoken than Kuphulu in this regard, but not by much.

Who suggests that they buy a pet? They probably can't keep a pet, but if they had to pick one, it'd be something cat-like.

What couple traditions do they have? They're not much for tradition, and have pretty much been winging it since they became an item. This is unlikely to change anytime soon.

What TV shows to they watch together? It's a tossup between reality TV (mostly house hunting, wedding, and pawn shows), where they talk to the TV like the people can hear them, and game shows, where they play along to see if they know the answers.

What other couple do they hang with? As unfortunate as it is, that level of confidence when it comes to going public with their relationship is likely going to take a while to happen. Not to mention, they prefer to keep to themselves anyways.

How do they spend time together as a couple? When they're at home, they do whatever it is they need to do in close proximity to each other, chatting all the while. Whoever finishes first then moves to the other to work with him. If there's nothing to do, they'll usually do chill things like cuddle and watch something. Whenever they decide to venture out for an actual date, they don't let each other out of their sights for a second, what with how unfriendly the Anur Transyl locals usually are to Psyphon. Kuphulu will glare at others in a fashion that says: "Go ahead, try something. I promise I won't curse you..."

Who made the first move? After much internal deliberation, Kuphulu did. Psyphon was absolutely floored and really didn't think that his feelings were reciprocated.

Who brings flowers home? Psyphon does, and when they dry out, Kuphulu adds them to his collection of knickknacks.

Who is the best cook? Both of them have at least some cooking experience, and both are at least semi-decent, but Psyphon has more experience than Kuphulu.

[remmushound]

Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles, chapter 2: Jellybean! @brightlotusmoon @selfindulgenz @digitl-art-monstr @scentedcandlecryptid

The water trail led them to the opposite side of the building and to a door that was just barely open. The brothers stopped, the younger three waiting on the command of the oldest. Raphael took a second to collect himself, taking a deep breath before slamming his foot into the door and breaking it from its hinges.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” Raphael pointed at nothing.

“Dude, the door wasn’t even locked.” Leonardo said, exasperated.

“No one’s here!” Michelangelo pouted.

“Um. Actually.” A voice, a feminine voice, drumming along like raindrops pitter-pattering on asphalt. “Hi. It’s Jellybean. I’m over here.”

All ninja snapped to follow the voice, weapons at the ready as they prepared for anything. Donatello’s theory was correct, and what they found staring back at them, though it had no eyes to actually stare with, was a massive, transparent blue jellyfish. Her body was a dome of navy blue, and inside of it a yellow and red ball-like organ bobbed with every motion she made. Hundreds of thread-like tentacles danced under her, kinking and curling and flowing, each with a motion and mind of their own.

“O...oh.” Raphael lowered his tonfa for a moment, “I-it’s a jellyfish.”

“Awww, it’s cute!” Michelangelo cooed, holding his hands over each other and resting his head on them.

“There’s the die!” Donatello pointed; inside of the jellyfish’s body were dozens of artifacts floating like Jellybean was a living water wiggler; among the gems and treasures was a die that appeared white at first but, whenever it would shift its position, would reveal rainbow colors. “And all the other stolen stuff but that’s less important to me.”

“Oh my god, it exists?” Leonardo’s beak wrinkled, then he turned to Donatello. “No way that thing has a trillion sides. I’m calling fraud right now!”

“It does so have a trillion sides!”

“Does not!”

“Does so!”

“Does not!”

The jellyfish crossed several of her tentacles. “Are you done?”

The twins had to consider.

“Yes.” Donatello said.

Leonardo leaned over to whisper to his brother, “We are so not.”

“Hey, that stuff don’t belong to you!” Raphael called, pointing his tonfa in the mutant jellyfish’s direction. “Return the questionably-sided die and all those treasures back where you got them!”

Jellybean laughed, her body jiggling. “Or what?”

Raphael, clearing not expecting the verbal challenge, stuttered out a weak answer. “Or we’re gonna punch you! Like… like a lot! In the face! If— if we can find your face that is.”

“I’m ninety-five percent water.” The jellyfish raised some of her tentacles to entwine with each other. “It won’t hurt a scooch. But you’re welcome to try.”

“Careful what you wish for, jelly-mutant-thing!” Raphael clashed his tonfa together in a challenge. “Bring it on!”

Raphael charged forward, little more than a blur of red and green, and he brought both his tonfa slamming down hard on the jellyfish’s sides. The tonfa sunk in deep. Raphael’s lips pulled up in a grin, but then faded quickly into a frown as his strikes rebounded on himself as if he had just hit rubber. With the rebound came not only double his power, but a pulse of electricity that slammed into him like a brick wall and send him flying into the opposite corner of the room.

Leonardo flashed his odachi as he got into a ready position. “Leon’s got it!”

Leonardo moved just as swift as Raphael’s charge had been, but more quick and precise with his strike. He brought his odachi whistling through the air, slicing into Jellybean’s side before pulling the blade back toward him to get the most damage out of his momentum. Like Raphael, he smiled too soon. The horrible gash that Leonardo left in her side sealed itself and trapped the blade of the odachi inside.

Leonardo had enough time to gulp before a burst of electricity sent him soaring right into Raphael, who had just barely begun to stand again. The odachi flew away with him, and the wound once more sealed up while Jellybean rippled with laughter.

“Guess it’s my turn.” Donatello grabbed his bo staff and gave it a few twirls to show off before he got in a running position. Michelangelo grabbed his arm before he could get very far.

“Now why would you go and do the same thing that got Raph and Leon zapped?” Michelangelo huffed.

Donatello looked down at Michelangelo and blinked slowly, like a cat about to make a very dumb decision. “Herd mentality mixed with lots and lots of stupidity. FIBONACCI!”

Donatello yanked his arm free and charged. He didn't even get to strike Jellybean before her stingers reached out at him and sent a bolt of blue power to slam into his chest and knock him back.

Michelangelo felt like screaming. Instead, he tugged hard at the tails of his mask before bringing his hands to cover his face so he could yell into them.

“Why? Why?! Why?! That is literally the definition of insanity!” He growled loudly, stomping his foot like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “I wish you guys would just listen to me! I wish I was the older brother!”

Jellybean started to glow. Her bubblish giggles filled the chamber as three beams of light began to reflect off of her, like spotlights targeting and locking on to each of the older brothers.

“Like the red one said: careful what you wish for.” She snapped her tentacles together.

[symphonic-scream]

Okay so here's the summary of what happens in the first section of the ML Genshin au. If you're overly familiar with the lore of the game itself sorry in advance cause things are gonna be different. It's a mix of wanted to incorporate new ideas and I don't remember everything exactly lmao

This of course contains Spoilers for the first three Archon quests in Genshin Impact :) so there you've been warned. Also warning: long post. I'm sorry

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So the story starts with two travelers soaring through the skies, visiting world after world as they go. However their journey is cut short when they encounter a strange god in the heavens above one such world

The travelers hold out against her for as long as they can, but she gets the upper hand, capturing one of the two travelers. She seals away the powers of the other, trapping him in this world

Some time passes. Our traveler has spent his time trying to survive in the wild in this new world, and has now fished a strange creature up out of the sea. Some floating cat thing, that insists he's not a cat. He calls himself Plagg

Our traveler is blond, with striking green eyes. His outfit is very strange, looking kinda like,, a thick leather armour type stuff but softer. There are dark stars on his shoulders, wrists, on the belt, and in the centre of his chest, and his shirt cuts off at the base of his ribs. Pants are much the same, boots ending just below the knees, and he's got some fancy golden gloves and padding on the knees

The traveler explains what he remembers of his story to Plagg, introducing himself as Adrien. He's not of this world, and he's going to find his identical cousin Felix, who was taken by a strange god, no matter what it takes

Plagg decides to be his guide in this world, which he calls Teyvat, and agrees to help him find the god and his cousin. He explains that Teyvat is divided into seven Nations, each under the rule of one of seven gods called Archons, collectively "the Seven". The land they're in now is called Mondstadt, the nation belonging to the Archon of freedom. And Anemo, the element of wind

Plagg leads Adrien into a small valley, a statue resting in the middle of a small lake right in the centre. The guide calls it a Statue of the seven, this one modeled after Barbatos, the name used for the Anemo Archon. Plagg believes there's a chance the strange god could be one of the seven, so perhaps praying to the statue may give them some answers

However when Adrien gets close, he's infused with a strange power. He now has control over Anemo

This is odd to Plagg because in Teyvat, only humans with something called a vision can use elemental abilities. Visions are gifts from the Archons, used to show who has earned their favour through what's usually some inhuman feat or something like that I guess

The statue left more questions than answers, so Plagg decides they should try to find the god in person in the City of Mondstadt. However on their way to the forest that will lead to the city, a dragon flies overhead

Plagg decides a dragon is too much work to deal with and suggests they turn back, cause maybe your cousin will show up on his own- wait - hey come back here-

Adrien marches on, interested in meeting a dragon. He walks carefully through the trees, stopping short when he spots the dragon and a shorter figure

The person slowly approaching the dragon has their back to Adrien, with pinkish-red hair, wearing a somewhat fancy looking grey hooded jacket, black high boots, and dark cyan trousers. On their left shoulder, attached to their lapel, is a spring green/seafoam?? Kinda? Idk- coloured gem

Their hand is outstretched towards the dragon, who growls lowly as the figure shushes them. Adrien leans in to see better, snapping a twig beneath his boots. At the sudden noise the dragon shoots off into the sky, flying off. The figure whips around to face Adrien, summoning a sword from thin air (vision users can just do this?? There's really no explanation that I've cared to read haha). The figure turns and runs off into the woods after staring at Adrien for a moment

Adrien and Plagg continue on their way through the woods, coming out the other end with no other issues. Once they exit the forest, a woman is calling for their attention

She's dressed in for the outdoors, emerald kinda green overalls that are cut like shorts, white,, idk kinda like tights but thicker?? And brown boots, the same colour as the pretty much useless belt around her waist, where a bright green gem and little pouches rest. Under the overalls is a navy collared shirt, soft fabric, button open at the top, a brown half jacket (cut like a crop top) open over it. Dark hair in two pigtails, bright blue eyes

She introduces herself as Marinette, an adventurer assisting the Knights of Favonius, who protect the city, with keeping monsters at bay from the city. She asks Adrien what he and his, cat? ("IM NOT A CAT!") Are doing outside the city, and he tells her he's looking for his cousin, and maybe Barbatos

Marinette explains that they haven't heard from their god in years, and only recently have they gotten any sign that the Archon actually exists, with the first Anemo vision to be given out in ages and the dragon attacks

Adrien helps her clear out a little monster camp before they head into the city, with Marinette planning on taking Adrien to see the Acting Grand Master to see if she can help

But OH NO DRAGON ATTACK. Adrien hears a voice and suddenly he's got boosted abilities, flying (using a wind glider) up with the dragon, chasing it away from the city by blasting it with Anemo energy

When he lands Marinette asks him what the hell he just did, and someone else steps in, claiming they were about to say the same thing. This woman has orange cat ears sticking out of bobbed orange hair, and is wearing glasses over teal eyes

She's got a simple, dark blue jacket on over a light blue collared shirt, a brown vest between the two. Dark pants, tall metallic, silver boots, a small kinda waist cape?? Idk what they are but she's got one and it's white and furred. A pale baby blue vision hangs from the side of her belt

This is Sabrina, one of the Captains with the knights, Marinette explains. Sabrina escorts the two of them to the headquarters of the knights, claiming the Acting Grand Master wants to speak with them

The Acting Grand Master has long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and tired blue eyes. She wears a long dark coat, an orangey brown vision just off the right shoulder. Under the jacket is a dark brown, thick blouse and vest combo. Her pants are a pale brown, and her boots are the same as Sabrina's. Her clothing looks rather lavish

The Acting Grand Master, Chloe, she insists they call her, listens to Adrien's tale. She explains she can help once things calm down with the whole dragon thing. He wants to help, but she can't just let him in for liability reasons and strikes a deal. If he can locate the one citizen that didn't check in and confirm their health after the attack, he earns honorary knight status

The knights and adventurers head out to seek out the temples of three of the four winds while Adrien and Plagg look for this missing person. They follow traces of Anemo energy, leading them to the roof of the knights headquarters where they come face to face with the figure from the woods, the missing citizen

The citizen attempts to run, but they stop her and say the knights are looking for her. The figure cautiously introduces herself as Alix Kubdel, watching the duo cautiously

Plagg speaks first breaking the silence, asking her about what she was doing with the dragon. You know, the dragon that attacked the city? Got an explanation for that?

Alix hesitates but explains that she was trying to calm down the dragon, bond with it. When asked why, she finally explains that she's the New Anemo Archon, and she's still getting used to what she has to do

New? What do you mean new? Plagg kinda hounds at her, Adrien apologizes, and Alix says the last Archon died, and she was eventually chosen as a replacement

By now the knights are returning from the temples and Adrien takes Alix in to talk with Chloe to convince her that they don't need to kill "Stormterror", the name given to the dragon by the city. Alix corrects them, stating his name is Dvalin

Alix has to reveal to Chloe as well that she's the new Archon in order to convince her to let them try Alix's "bonding plan", and they set into action. The group sets off for the lair of the dragon, to confront him headon

Adrien fights the dragon the same way as before, realizing Alix was the one that gave him the ability to do the funky blasting and flying, and then they've got him weak enough that Adrien can do some weird otherworldly healing thing on him

Apparently the dragon was poisoned by the monsters from the Abyss, and was under their orders. Without the aid of the Archon he couldn't fight it, but now that he's met the new Archon, Alix, all is great and dandy and they have a fun chat

They all head back to the city to celebrate, but they're ambushed by a group called the Fatui from one of the other nations, Schnezneya. During the ambush a woman known as Signora, one of the Harbingers who executes the will of the Cryo Archon, gets a hold of Alix

She snatches something called a gnosis from her, leaving her weak on the ground as they flee. The gnosis, uh, it holds like,, uh, the godly powers of an Archon? It's what makes em an Archon I guess? Sorta? Anyways Alix's was stolen so she doesn't have it now

And that's pretty much it. Alix goes to heal at this big ass tree and advises Adrien fo go check out the next nation, Liyue, and their Archon Morax, to see about his cousin and thats it

Adrien would do other stuff before leaving including meeting two Alchemists and helping them explore a mountain, assisting the two owners of the Harmony Tavern with some bullshit and all that but yeah

This is a very condensed version, of the events, but anymore detail and this would be that much longer lmao

If you have any questions comments complaints or whatever let me know. Sorry this was long I tried to condense it as best I could,

[gangrenados]

May I pretty please with extra cherries on top ask for the full sfw alphabet with Dickiebird? 🥺🥺 But if not (and I totally understand) can I please have A, B and C? Thank you 🌻

So you got me with the cherries ngl. Hope you like it!! 💖

Warning: this is super long so sorry about that 😅

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He isn't too picky so even a spend a noon with you without running for your life it's a good start.

Dick likes to take out to wander around to city and search for hidden gems, it could be looking out for new restaurants (nothing too fancy) or look out spots. Those dates are always fun.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admire how you can look at the bright side even when the situation is too gloomy. Your optimistic way of seeing life has stuck with him in one way or another, giving him hope that maybe nothing is entirely lost.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Dick wouldn't leave your side, too scared that might get worse. If you're sad he's going to let you cry or rant about what's bothering you if you feel like doing it, if not then he's going to hold you until you don't need him anymore.

But if you're having a panic attack Dick is going to do his best to help you calm down. He's gonna point at random things in the place you two are and ask you kindly to name them so you can on another thing, also he will help you to control your respiration.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Dick dosen't really like to think about the future, it scares him. However, he hopes that his future with you would be full of love and peace, just the two of you having a happy life together without fearing for someone coming up to tear apart that happiness.

He sometimes daydream about you and him living a happy life together, married and with a child, maybe two. Yeah, that's his happy little fantasy and he craves to have one day...

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Dick is a man that likes to have control over everything so he dosen't feel like his life is falling apart, he might end up emotionally blackmailing you without noticing which lead to him avoiding you until he finds a way to end with that behavior.

However, that dosen't mean that he will force you to follow his lead, he dosen't want to make you upset or uncomfortable in some way.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Fights are a thing Dick would like to avoid at all cost, so that's one of the reasons he locks up his emotions/ don't tell you when something is bothering him; in the long run all the hidden emotions will explode.

He's bitter and sometimes even cruel when you're in a big fight, his anger blinds him and make him say pretty nasty things that he will surely regret once he has cooled down.

It would take some time for him to collect himself and go to apologize, first he needs to take away his rage and re think everything before he goes to you and he he apologizes you can clearly see how the guilt, angst and sadness is eating him alive.

And I think he will forgive, but forget (in case you were the one wrong) would take a little bit of time...

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He knows he can be a pain in the ass sometimes and his temperamental issues dosen't really help, but he's glad that you can put him in place and calm him down and he's definitely grateful for that.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There's a few things that he doesn't want to tell you and will do his best to make sure you won't be able to find out the truth until it's too late. Dick truly believes that keeping you from knowing the truth will make your life easier, he's afraid that you'd get hurt somehow thanks to his erratic life, so this is way of keeping you safe.

It cost him a death near experience to confess you that he was Robin, yeah you're shocked and angry expression had stuck with him since.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Before you came in his life he was a man full of rage; he was angry at world and himself for not being able to define what he really wanted. You didn't changed him overnight and sometimes he's back at his old behaviours when he's too stressed, but you certainly change his way to see life in a way.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Dick dosen't like to call himself a jealous man because he doesn't get jealous over stupid things. Although it's easy to tell when he's jealous since he will keep you closer to him and his gaze will grow colder, ready to tell the other person to fuck off if they dosen't get the hint that you're with him.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

My boy Dick is a good kisser, he knows how to make you forget about your surroundings with just kiss.

Your first kiss was unexpected and stolen by you during a playful fight, you wanted to distract him and take some advantage. It didn't worked out as you planned since your little kiss transformed into a make out session.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He confessed his love for you by accident, both of you were drunk and having a good time so he just blurted it out with a big grin and kiss. Dick was kind of ashamed for his overly happy behavior, but he was glad that you felt the same way as him.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Dick wants to get married and all the sweet stuff that comes with it, he has dreamed to have a family of his own for so long and starting it with you would be amazing.

Propose: Dould take you to where your first date was and have a fantastic day together.

He would be nervous, but will try to hide it, remembering the words of encouragement his teammates and family gave him (all of the asked him to not screw it, Rachel made him promise it) so when you noticed his way behavior, Dick told you what was on his mind, how he felt about you and then he proposed to you.

I see him being the kind of husband who is supportive, the one who is always there to bring a hand when you have problems and also kiss you hello or goodbye. Dick would be a good husband, trying his best to have a good marriage and if you have kids, provides them love and healthy way of living.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Dick dosen't call you by a bunch of nicknames since he finds the majority of them too cheesy. Call him old fashioned, but his favorite ones are: baby, babe, darling when he's feeling cheesy, or even sunshine

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Dick fall in love hard and he would rather pretend that's nothing is going on until the reality slaps him in the face. It dosen't matter how hard he tries to hide those feelings, the others will start to suspect quickly for his dismay.

Dick is gonna be more calm and even flirty around you, doing his best to not fuck up the moment, also his protectiveness over you will multiply.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

It's complicated, Dick dosen't like to be very affectionate with you in front of the team since he wants to keep the leader image, especially for the youngers. So he will settle for having an arm around you and just a simple peck from time to time.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Dick has many skills that have been quite helpful, such as his ability to help you keeping your life if a criminal wants to kill you, and even his detective skills have getting handy in more than once.

But you must say that his acrobatic skills surprisingly are helpful too, it always puts you in a good mode seeing him do flips around the place when he's bored, he even tried to bring the flexibility during sex but if you're not as trained as him then it surely ended up being a unique experience; you had a lot to laugh in the aftercare, that's for sure.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He's a romantic guy in his own way and it sometimes fall in the cliche kind of romance.

If you two hadn't see each other for too long he's going to settle up a nice and intimate date that will involve wine, candles and takeout since he sucks at cooking. After that it would lead to some fun time if you know what I mean...

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Dick may not see you as much as he would like, but that doesn't mean he won't give you support in whatever you may want to achieve, but he has the tendency to be the voice of reason when your idea seems a little bit too irrational.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Dick needs the thrill to live, he's addicted to it and a routine will bore him quickly.

He would try out some things to make your relationship a little bit more interesting, maybe it would be a new dynamic between you two or something from that sort. However, he wouldn't force you to do the change.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Well, he knows a lot about you and it's good at reading you the majority of the time, but this man can be so clueless that it's amazing how much he knows about you, but can pass unnoticed the simplest things.

He tries his best to understand your problems and bring a solution to them or just listen to what you have to say. However, it might be kind of hard for him to fully understand your angriness if your problem is mundane, but he does tries to understand.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is something very important for Dick and he wouldn't want to be the one who do something to interfere in it, but his vigilante duty tend to step in and steal some of his time with you alongside his training with the Titans and his job.

Sometimes days can go by and you don't hear nothing about him (he says that he prefers not to call you when things are getting out of hands and he dosen't want you to get in the crossfire) or you'll go to bed alone and wake up in the same way. He hates it, but he feels like he's turning back on the city if he doesn't take the high and lows of the vigilante life.

Wild Card - random fluff headcanon but I did a blurb because he's my husband and I love him

Dick couldn't tell how long it has been since he had arrived to your place tired and covered from head to toe in purple-ish bruises. The week hasn't been kind to him, too many dangers trying to damage the city, but he was glad to be resting on top of you, far away from the battlefield for an instant.

The sound of rain crashing against the window was lulling him to sleep, making his eyelids feel as heavier as lead, but Dick didn't wanted to fall asleep. He wanted to make up for the lost time and enjoy your moment together.

The lingering touch of your fingers brushing against his back was oddly comforting, a reminder that you were here and you both were safe.

You kissed him on his head before he failed at his purpose of staying awake and submitted to the luring calmness of the noon and just fall to sleep with warmth sensation of knowing that he could finally rest.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

This man is a fan of cuddling with you with his head resting on your chest and your arms wrapped around him as you caress his scalp, yeah that's his favorite way to take a well deserved nap.

He can get pretty clingy when you two are alone, he dosen't see you that often thanks to his two jobs so he wants to make up for the lost time with you. So prepare yourself for stolen kisses and quick hugs that he isn't sure how to start.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He will get himself busy somehow, it dosen't matter if that means drowning in paperwork or doing extra training, Dick wants to keep the fact that you're out as long as possible so he wouldn't overthink.

But when there's nothing left to do, he will listen your voicemails again and even re read your over sweet conversations, but please don'tet the others know about this...

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

You have become someone important in Dick's life and therefore he wants to keep you by his side as long as possible, so he's going to try to maintain your relationship.

Dick would search for you, it doesn't matter how far you and the dangers he has to face. He wants to know you're still out there, safe and sound and you can bet he will try his best to protect you.

Tag list: @nervousfandom @la-femme-lupita @c0-77 @jasontoddismyhusband

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

PART I | PART II | PART III

concept: a collection of happenings, but there do happen to be a lot of references to the other parts. it’s just plotless fluff at this point. the slowest of slow burns. there will be many more parts. this is your moving in – finally – and the welcome party that follows.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: a lot of teasing, ice cream, dirty thoughts, and a touch of sexual frustration.

author’s note: so this is part four, and we finally have some mackie and stan action! also, because i believe in all ice cream flavour superiority, i have left a little “choose your own response” thing. select whichever one fits you as the reader :)

“Is that the last of it?”

“I think so.” You were breathless from the move, boxes covering almost every viable flat surface of your new bedroom.

Chris had himself a rather nice house up on the Hollywood Hills, and through one of the many windows, you glimpsed the shimmering reflection of a spacious pool. The residence boasted three bedrooms, and now one was yours. It was enough to make your head spin.

“I’ll let you get settled, then,” Chris smiled, his hand finding your shoulder in a gesture that suggested nothing more than friendship – one which your body reacted to as something more. His hand was warm, and you hoped he didn’t notice the goosebumps that rose on your arms at his very touch. The scent of him invaded your nostrils, utterly intoxicating.

You folded your arms across your chest hoping to disguise the sudden gooseflesh. There was something about him that made your hair stand on end, but in a purely unadulterated good way – some kind of magnetic energy that made you want his hands encompassing every inch of your body, committing it to his memory. When he retracted his hand, you hoped he hadn’t seen the slump of your shoulders in soft disappointment.

He had.

And if you had been paying more attention to him, and not your own suddenly raging hormones, then you wouldn’t have missed the smirk that quirked his lips at the visible effect he appeared to have on you.

“Don’t take too long, though,” he added by the doorway. The mere glimpse you caught of his cheekbones in profile had your breath stuttering erratically, even more so than the weight of your neatly packed boxes ever hoped to achieve. “We have a welcome party to get to in a few hours.”

——————

The welcome party, you were to discover later, was a party of two – just you and your cab thief – to be later joined by two of his friends who happened to be in L.A.

You banished any and all thoughts of it being a date or not this time, and found yourself much more put at ease by it once you had set your resolve. You were his friend – barely even that, if you would let yourself admit it – nothing less, nothing more. And what type of date would it be with his friends there, in any case?

So outfit choice came easy. If you were to be living together, he would inevitably become accustomed to you looking borderline homeless at times, and should the occasion call for it, like an absolute goddess the next. And so your selection of clothing came effortless, settling for something in between: a homeless goddess.

You didn’t know where Chris was taking you, so the selected aesthetic happened to be minimalistic makeup and a black jumpsuit that could either be dressed up or down, but looked classy all the same. You decided to dress it down – pairing it with a pair of old worn in Docs you had on hand – and one look at him – as he waited patiently for you on the couch – you knew you had made the perfect choice.

He had his legs crossed, ankle balancing on knee as he bounced his leg subconsciously. Dodger’s head was in his lap as he absentmindedly petted him. His legs were clad in dark wash jeans, tailored to fit him perfectly, and his torso sported a dark blue button up under a brown leather jacket. His hair was slicked back – either from a shower or from styling product, only time would tell.

Hell, he’d even shaved for this, his face appearing much more boyishly charming than anything now.

It took a moment for you to register that Steve Rogers and Chris Evans were two different people, what with him sat there in an ensemble he must’ve stolen from the costume department.

It was Dodger that noticed you first. He had taken quite the liking to you when you first arrived – three hours ago, to be precise – and it had taken almost half an hour to get him to leave your room so you could begin in the tedium of unpacking. He had been practically inconsolable, and had scratched at your door for another ten minutes after until Chris eventually decided to spend some time with him out in the garden to distract him from your loss. You knew you and the boxer were going to be fast friends. Especially now that his tail was pounding furiously in its wagging, beating the couch cushions into submission. It was then that Chris noticed you, too.

He turned his head, and time seemed to slow. A second felt drawn into an hour as he took you in. There was an imperceptible, intranslatable crease in his brow before it slackened and his face broke into a soft, boyish grin. “Wow,” he said softly.

“Is it… too much? I can go change if–”

“No!” He cleared his throat, his hurried response jarring enough to make even Dodger cock his head. “No, you look perfect. Beautiful. Great.”

His smile was contagious and you found your face splitting into a delighted beam. “You’re one to talk. You clean up nice, Captain Armani.”

He rose from the couch. Dodger followed him off to bound up to you and give your hand a soft lick. Under his breath, you could hear Chris scoff at the Captain Armani tease. “You ready to go?”

“Um, yeah… What about Dodger though? Will he be alright?”

“He’ll be fine. We won’t be out long anyways,” Chris winked – more so to Dodger than you, but that did nothing to stave off the shiver that ran unbidden down your spine. “I promise.”

——————

Chris took you to a restaurant first – nothing fancy, and very clearly nothing too romantic, that was certain; corroborated by the subtle sink of your heart – before you both began your pleasant evening stroll, vaguely in the direction of the “hidden gem” dive bar him and a few of his friends had found when he’d moved to L.A.

It would be an unfaithful recounting of events if you said it hadn’t been a bit awkward at first, but soon enough, you’d both found your footing, and the quick witted teasing and fast fire rapport was almost second nature to the both of you.

“Favourite Disney character, and if you say you don’t have one, you can find somewhere else to live.”

The mirth in his eyes suggested he was joking, but there was an edge to his voice that said otherwise. He was serious to some extent, and for some unfathomable reason, you refused to let him down. Also because you really didn’t have a place to go should this all go sideways. You mentally made a reminder to have a fail safe contingency plan if things got messy – not that they would; you were insistent on that.

“It happens that I’m in luck, then,” you retorted. “Because as it so happens, I have a top five.”

You rattled off your list, loving the way Chris’ smile grew impossibly wider at each name drop.

Your conversation – more a debate on who was the badder bitch: Mulan, Moana, or Elsa – took a natural halt outside a cute hole-in-the-wall ice cream parlour. Suddenly, memories of the first time you met came flooding back.

“Cookies and cream, right?”

He arched a brow in confusion.

“Your favourite ice cream flavour. It was cookies and cream.”

“You remembered.”

It was enough to make you laugh, the surprise in his voice. “Of course I would. You tried to convince me it was the best in the world. Stupidly so, considering [I already am an avid cookies and cream worshipper] // [my allegiances lie with {insert favourite ice cream flavour here}].”

“Yeah, yeah. Do you want some? Before we go and meet Seb and Anthony?”

“Uh, sure,” you shrugged.

He gave you a playful nudge of the elbow and headed to the counter. The order came quick, and soon you were back on your slow crawl to the pub, ice cream already starting to sweat and melt in the sugarcone.

You watched in amusement as Chris all but moaned in ecstasy as he devoured the cookies and cream. The sound was enough to make you moan yourself, but the sight – well, that was a more humourous one to behold. He ate like a starving man, and some dark recess of your mind wondered what else he might be inclined to eat with such passion–

He had caught you staring, and he paused his ministrations. “What?”

“Nothing.” You had tried to stifle your giggle with ice cream, and it had turned into a cough, and now you were outright laughing at him. “Don’t stop on my account, I just think you and your dessert should find a room if you’re going to be so vocal about your pleasure.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want some?” He smirked, offering you his mangled ice cream scoop, half gone already.

“I’ve got my own, I think I’ll survive.” The wink came natural with your response.

“No, really, you should try some.”

“It’s just hard to take you seriously. With all the ice cream on your face.”

He paused, confusion halting his steps. And rightfully so – he still remained immaculate, not a speck out of place. “Where?”

“Right…” – you suddenly grabbed his unsuspecting hand, still clutching his treat, and smeared the icy cold goodness on the side of his cheek – “there!”

Your howl of laughter was short lived as he slowly wiped the ice cream from his face before turning his attention to you. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

It wasn’t menacing by any means, more playful, but when he came at you with his ice cream cone, every intent of menace was there. You were wearing black, after all, and a stain from that cream was going to be glaringly visible for the entire bar excursion.

Easily dodging his attack, you darted to the side and held your own ice cream out, hoping it would keep him at bay. He still advanced, and you knew you were screwed.

So you said fuck it, and ran.

Luckily, you had already been quite close to the bar, and although you wouldn’t be able to tell them where exactly it was should a stranger ask you in passing, you recognized the name on the sign easily enough. Taking one last mournful bite of ice cream, you discarded the rest in a garbage can, it proving more a hindrance to your escape than a good weapon.

Exhilaration flowing through you, peels of laughter leaving your lips, you burst into the bar, hoping you’d be safe. The patrons paid you no mind as you whipped around, eyes cautiously on the door, awaiting your doom.

Chris burst in not soon after you, both of you breathless. He had lost the ice cream along the way too, and with that immediate danger gone, you felt yourself visibly relax.

Among your panting breaths, you chuckled. “Truce?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Truce.”

“Hey, Evans! Over here!”

Both of you turned your attention to the man who spoke. Sat side by side in a booth, waiting for your arrival, was the ever gorgeous Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, the latter having risen to wave you over.

Your heart stuttered at the sheer bizarreness of it all.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “How do I look?”

“You look great.” When you gazed up at Chris, there was a softness to his eyes and a gentleness to his smile. It astounded you how playful and teasing he could be one second, and how heartachingly genuine he could be the next. “Except…”

Your eyes widened. “Except?!”

He chuckled, reaching out a tentative thumb. When you didn’t pull away, he proceeded. One, large and wildly beautiful hand resting on your cheek, the thumb grazing your lip, you had to remind yourself that you had just run for your life and that was the reason for your heart threatening to break free from your chest – nothing more. But there they were again, the goddamn goosebumps. You shivered, undetectable to him, but what felt like earthquake tremors to you.

He swiped away the leftover ice cream that had been clinging to your lips, and, without a second thought, brought his thumb to those perfect lips of his. Time seemed to slow as you watched him lick and suck the ice cream off his finger, his eyelids fluttering, long lashes fanning closed.

And then the spell broke as he gave you a reassuring and completely friendly smile, unfazed at all by what had just transpired. “There. Much better.”

——————

Anthony was bewildered. “Wait, so he stole your cab?”

“And you let him?” Seb had paused while chalking his cue.

“She never let’s him forget…” Chris grumbled under his breath, taking a languid sip of his beer.

That earned him a mutual eye roll from you and Sebastian, and a look passed between you.

“What a baby,” you mouthed to him from across the pool table.

“I know!” He mouthed back with a smirk while sinking down to line up his next shot.

After an initial round of drinks, you and the boys eventually found yourselves migrating to the pool table. Anthony and Seb were the only ones playing, having gotten to the bar earlier than you and Chris and were pleasantly buzzed by the time you two had entered. Chris and you decided to sit the first round out, instead opting to drink a little more before.

“And then he followed you into an alleyway and you didn’t kick him in the dick?” Anthony gave Seb a pat on the shoulder in consolation when he missed the shot, but still had his attention focused on you, and the unravelling series of events that had led you to this moment.

Seb, still cursing from his failed shot, straightened from the table. “He would’ve been kicked in the dick the moment he tried to steal my cab, I can tell you that.”

Anthony and Sebastian found your story far more amusing than you ever did, but the more you spoke about it with them, the funnier it became.

“Well, it’s not so bad. I got to meet you guys.” You raised your beer in cheers.

Seb pressed a hand to his heart, mouthing a soft “aaw”, while Anthony, although smiling his adorable gap-toothed grin, rolled his eyes. “Man, get the hell out of here with that sappy shit.”

You laughed, hopping off your bar stool. “Alright, come on, it’s my turn. You’re all fucking it up, it really can’t be that hard…”

——————

Apparently it could be that hard. And you weren’t talking about the team of doubles pool game unfolding in front of you…

You were bent over the pool table, lining up your next shot. And Chris was…

His body was pressed against yours, leaning against you, every bit as warm as you expected, and rock hard with taut muscles that you could feel individually ripple at every movement. The smell of him – something delicious and indescribable – was all around you. Affable hands – leaving a blazing trail of goosebumps in their wake – travelled down to cover your own as he “helped you” play pool.

He was speaking low, directly into your ear, each husky word shiver inducing as every so often his lips would brush the shell of your ear as either he or you shifted.

“Nice and steady. Keep your eye on the ball,” he murmured throatily. The hand that wasn’t assiting your grip on the cue idly fell to land on the dip of your waist, travelling down to rest on the curve of your hip – searing hot through your jumpsuit. “Just like that…”

You involuntarily moved beneathe him, and you felt him stiffen. He cleared his throat, the rasp still tinted in his voice, eyes hooded with something unknown.

He drew back, leaving you cold and wanting – but much more clear headed. It wasn’t entirely lost on you, the way he shuffled uncomfortably, having to adjust his jeans – particularly around the crotch area.

“You know, Evans,” you smirked. “If I needed your help, I would’ve asked for it.”

To punctuate your point, you sank the ball you’d had your eye on, and, in quick succession, sank another.

He watched you, captivated, mouth slightly agape. “I…”

You shot Mackie a wink over the table as you missed the next shot, but managed to position the eight ball right in front of his and Seb’s most favoured pocket, effectively screwing them over. He groaned, but nodded and slow clapped in appreciation of the duplicity. You mockingly curtseyed to him, before handing the cue to Chris for his shot.

“Don’t worry,” Seb said, clapping Chris on the shoulder. “You’ll get ‘em next time, tiger.”

[liveandlearn-kg]

Live and Learn

Prologue - Act 2/3

Read on Archive of Our Own!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31463474/chapters/79061071#workskin

Previous Act: https://liveandlearn-kg.tumblr.com/post/652459405063995392/live-and-learn

Chapter Content Warnings: N/A

CHAPTER BELOW CUT:

Despite our initial impressions, the two of us thought we would eventually find something of note that would explain where we are or why we’re here. However, the more we explored, the more we realized just how vast the land was. Loop-de-loops to run across, log bridges to cross, beautiful waterfalls that painted over a baby blue sky, and platforms that were both grounded and floating in the sky. The grass that was striped with different shades of green seemed to go on and on, seemingly only stopped by checkerboard dirt walls that held the grass on top of it. To say the place was expansive would have been underestimating it, as the land before us seemed to loop forever.

“I wonder when this’ll end?” Tails wonders aloud, as we roamed the landscape. I couldn’t help but agree with his question silently, not having an answer.

The land felt fake, but real at the same time. We hadn’t known where we were, everything was just too unfamiliar.

It was only seconds later we heard a new, feminine voice come out from above us, “You might not wanna step there fox boy.” it says.

However, the warning was too late, as Tails took one step forward, before stopping where he was to look up towards wherever the voice came from. The ground beneath him began to shake, before giving out and crumbling into dust in seemingly one second. The fox cries out in surprise, scrambling for the edge as the dirt seemed to disappear into nothingness. I run over in panic and grab his hand, pulling him up to safe ground. He panted, holding onto my own hand in a vice grip as he caught his breath, only letting go when he seemingly composed himself again.

“Told ya’ so,” the voice comments, causing Tails and I to look up again. There, on a platform above us was a white bat sitting with her legs both crossed and hanging off it. She had a cat-like smirk on her face, before jumping down from her perch in front of us. “Look down there,” she states, pointing to where the pit was.

The two of us look back to where the platform was, and I couldn’t have been more thankful I had stepped in even more. “Oh.” I state, not finding the right words to say. Tails seemed to be in the same boat, shocked at what was once below him. There was a pit filled with sharp, iron spikes that seemed to be able to puncture anything.

“Yeahhh this place is loaded with death traps like that, you might wanna watch your step.” the bat says as though this was a casual thing. She puts a hand on her hip, “Anyways,” she starts, putting emphasis on the n, “Hi strangers, I’m gonna assume you don’t happen to know where we are?” she asks.

As he hid his second tail around the first one, Tails shook his head, “Sorry.”

She shrugs, “Eh, it was worth a shot. So beside that, I’m just gonna assume you’re Ultimates like everyone else.”

That got an eyebrow raise from me, “So there’s more of us here?”

“Yep” she confirmed, popping the p as she glanced at her surroundings, before turning her head back to us. “What’re your guys’ names?”

I started first, pointing towards myself with a proud thumb, “They call me Sonic the Hedgehog! But Blue Blur, and Fastest Thing Alive are common nicknames for myself if you prefer those. I’m what the news refers to as the Ultimate Trackstar.” I brag.

Tails leads off of me, “And I’m the Ultimate Mechanic. My nickname is Tails.”

The bat nods, “Ah, I see who’s the more modest of you two,” she snarks, “After those two tails of yours right?” Tails looks surprised, before giving a sort of dejected look. She adds on, “Yeah you don’t do a good job of hiding them. But relax, they’re pretty neat. Just don’t try hiding them anymore, it looks silly when you do.”

“Oh… Okay…” Tails simply replies, folding his hears while looking embarrassed.

“Now, with that out of the way,” the bat starts, “You can call me Rouge the Bat. Like you two, I’m an Ultimate, the Ultimate Phantom Thief to be precise,” she states casually with a mischievous smirk.

“A PHANTOM THIEF?!” I cry in surprise.

Tails seemed to be taken aback by her response too, “Rouge the Bat?! As in THE person behind the heist of the Illusion Sapphire?!” Illusion Sapphire?

Rouge merely smirks, “The one and only,” she replies with a wink in our direction. I begin to scold myself internally for not being familiar with all these accomplishments or faces, just a consequence of deciding to not familiarize myself with the daily news.

“What’s a thief like yourself doing here?” I ask, trying to push aside the fact that I didn’t know this… accomplishment of hers, raising an eyebrow at her.

Rouge waves me off with a single hand with pursed lips, “Relax kid, it’s not like I steal from anyone. Besides if I had an answer I’d tell you, but like everyone else I can’t tell ya a single thing I know. I was just inspecting my jewel collection and then suddenly I fainted and I woke up here,” she explains, putting a hand on her hip and looking off to the side. “Just like you guys, am I right?”

I slowly nod, “Yes…? How did you know?” I could tell my eyebrow wasn’t going down anytime soon, as her behavior made me question her more and more.

The bat shrugs, “It’s the common trend. You two haven’t met anyone else here besides yourselves, so it makes sense you wouldn’t know. Everyone else has recounted similar experiences. They just have different beginnings, so I’m just assuming its nearly the same for everyone.”

Tails nods, “I see…” he trails off, looking to the side. He appeared to be thinking deeply about something. Both Rouge and I raised an eyebrow, but we didn’t say a thing.

I look towards Rouge, thinking back to her ultimate. “So you really are a great thief, huh?”

She nods, “You’d be surprised at just what kinda security I can weave through to get what I want. Luckily for you, it’s something I could never catch you all with. I’m only after jewels, so you don’t have to worry about anything. Unless you have one…” she explains, giving a mischievous smirk with her eyes sparkling at the mere thought of gems.

I cringe, “Nah, it’s not that I’m worried about being stolen from, it’s just the morality of it.”

She shrugs, “Suit yourself.”

“Anyways, you all should follow me. I’ve been scouting this place for other people before taking them back to this one spot. Everyone else should be there.” Rouge explains, motioning back behind her.

Tails looks in the direction she pointed towards, “So there are more people here besides us?” he asks, making a curious expression.

She nods, “Yeah, including us there’s 18 people in total so far, and given a trend I assume you’re the last of them.”

“What trend?” I ask.

Rouge just jumps in the air, flapping her wings and taking flight, “Follow with me and find out!” she yelled, causing Tails and I to look between us. I just gave him a shrug. She began to fly towards the direction she motioned towards. We took off in a run to follow her closely, being lead to where everyone else was, hopefully.

It took a while, after being suffocated in nothing but an ocean of green and brown. After a while though, we were greeted with a new splash of color, a splash of many colors actually. We met so many different faces of many different shapes.

“I have two more!” Rouge called, waving the group over. Everyone turned towards us, taking a look to see who it was. Rouge flew down and landed next to the group, “If everyone here is an Ultimate in the news then, they should be the last ones.”

“Everyone’s an Ultimate?” I asked, walking up to everyone else.

“Yeah, and if there’s eighteen known Ultimates then we’re probably the only eighteen people here,” explains a pink hedgehog. I nod, making a mental note about the number of ultimates. I admittedly didn’t knowing just how many there were, just that there were a lot. I look over a Tails who was by my side, making a nod that seemed to indicate whatever he was thinking about was confirmed.

Suddenly a little rabbit in an orange dress weaved out of the crowd, pulling a large purple cat in a belt by the hand. They ran up to Tails and me with hope in their eyes, “Um! Excuse me!” she called in a soft voice, “Have you seen a chao with a red bow tie or a frog with a tail?” she asked. “They were with us when we fainted and they never leave our side, but we haven’t seen them here. So we’re really worried…”

Tails frowns and scratches his head, “I’m sorry, but we haven’t seen anything like them since we woke up here. Just Rouge and you guys.”

The rabbit and cat share a dejected look, “Ah… okay…” the rabbit simply stated with a sigh.

“Froggy…” the cat mutters,

The pink hedgehog runs up to the two with a sympathetic look on her face, “Hey it’s okay, if anything it just means they’re probably away from here. When we get out we’ll go looking where you fainted, I’m sure they’re just as worried as you are,” she reassured with a gentle voice. The rabbit and cat merely nod. She then turned to us with a hand outstretched, “Hey, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. I am Amy Rose, the Ultimate Fortune Teller. I assume you two are Sonic the Hedgehog and Miles Prower, the Ultimate Track Star and Ultimate Mechanic respectively.”

I look at Tails who was wearing a flustered look on his place, “Your name is Miles Prower?”

He began to knead his second tail and look off to the side, “Y-yeah. It’s embarrassing, I know. Miles Per Hour and all that haha... “ he explained, trying to give his best grin despite his obvious embarrassment.

I shake my head, “Yeah I can see why you would prefer a nickname over that,” I simply state, “Would you prefer me to still call you Tails?” I ask. Tails just nods as a sign of affirmation, not saying a word. I then turn to Amy, who had a questioning look on her face, “Anyways, yeah that’s us. But Miles prefers Tails over his actual name.”

Amy nods, giving Tails a thumbs up, “Tails, gotcha. I’m sure everyone else is willing to call you that, I don’t see why people wouldn’t be willing to,” she says. She looks back over at the crowd, who don’t voice any objections. She then turns back to the rabbit and the cat, “Why don’t we all introduce ourselves to them individually, to familiarize ourselves with each other, before we discuss the situation at hand. Let’s start with you two.”

The rabbit nodded with an “Mhm!” She slapped her cheeks with both her hands gently twice, before introducing herself, “Hello Mr. Sonic, Mr. Tails, my name is Cream the Rabbit, I’m the Ultimate Pet Sitter,” she said with a gentle voice, bowing her head. “It’s nice to meet you!”

The cat then continued off of her, “And I am Big the Cat. I am the Ultimate Fisherman.” He looked at us with an almost dead look in his eyes, but that didn’t really bother me. He seemed nice enough for the most part.

After Big was a silver hedgehog with sparkling, excited eyes. He waved excitedly, “Me next! My name is Silver the Hedgehog! They call me the Ultimate Psychic! It’s nice to meet you two.”

Another purple cat in a purple dress with a ponytail then followed up on him, noticeably more aloof than him, “My name is Blaze the Cat. Despite the inaccuracy of the title I’ve been assigned, I am what the public calls the Ultimate Pyrotechnician.”

We looked over towards Rouge, who was now next to a black and red hedgehog who had his arms crossed, and the big robot who seemed to constantly be glaring at us. She noticed the two of us were looking in her direction, as she then elbowed the hedgehog gently, “C’mon Shadow, introduce yourself,” she nudged slightly.

The hedgehog, who I assumed to be named Shadow, grunted. He looked up at the two of us, “The names’ Shadow the Hedgehog, and I am the Ultimate Life Form.” My eyes widened a bit, given how I was within the vicinity of THE Ultimate Life Form. I had only heard about him through word of mouth, and he seemed more like an idea than an actual person. But… here he is! It’s surprising to even here an Ultimate Life Form even exists.

The robot then went after Shadow, stating his name and title.. well, robotically. “I AM E-123 OMEGA, THE ULTIMATE MACHINE, AND THE ULTIMATE E-SERIES ROBOT.” I look over at Tails, who seemed to be a bit nervous at the sight of Omega, but I figured I’d ask him later when we weren’t in the middle of something else. Like now.

A red wolf then waved in our direction shyly with a hand behind his back. He had a large pair of red glasses resting on his muzzle and a utility belt of sorts placed across his chest. “Hi, I’m Gadget the Wolf. You can call me Gadget though. I’m the Ultimate Gunman, but I don’t actually shoot people so don’t worry. I just do sports, think of the shooting events from the Olympics,” he explained almost frantically.

A red armadillo then raised his hand above the crowd, making himself known to us. “We’ll go next!” He announced. He had a friendly and warm smile, obviously attempting to maintain a non-threatening appearance. Close by his side was a yellow flying squirrel wearing a baby blue scarf and a pair of goggles in the same shade. He was noticeably more excitable just by a quick look, wearing a big, unapologetic grin. “The name’s Mighty the Armadillo, and the news calls me the Ultimate Wayfarer. Hope we can be friends!”

The squirrel next to him nodded, “Yeah, what he said!” he continued, before before going off on his own introduction. “Ray the Flying Squirrel, you can call me Ray. I’m the Ultimate Navigator AND Mighty’s partner.”

Tails nodded, giving a slight chuckle, “Well, you do seem to be very close from what the news would say about you two.” The squirrel nodded eagerly, with Mighty giving a light chuckle at his friend.

A green hawk grunted, letting out an “ahem”, making himself known and drawing all eyes onto him. He had a prideful look on his face that was near sly. If I had to say anything from first glance, it was that he probably thought he was the most important thing in the world. “The name’s Jet the Hawk. I’m the Ultimate Racer, a title which I officially won at the World Grand Prix.” He announced with a smug grin as he cracked his knuckles, “And if I had to guess, I’m the only one here with an official title.”

As much as I wanted to challenge that, the rest of us just kinda ignored him, as a strange group of three just moved on from Jet’s bragging. The hawk let out a sound of surprise at the rest of us just kinda said ‘cool.’ A crocodile pointed at himself with pride beaming from him, “I’m Vector the Crocodile, the Ultimate Detective-“

A purple chameleon led off of him, posing by raising two fingers to his face and looking down. “I am Espio the Chameleon, Ultimate Ninja-“

A bee then flew up behind the three, pumping an excited fist up, “AND I’M CHARMY BEE! ULTIMATE ASSISTANT!”

The three then posed in unison, with the three of them quickly lining up uniformly. Vector raised an “ok” sign of sorts with a wink, with Charmy jumping onto his shoulder with a thumbs up, and Espio leaned up onto the crocodile, crossing his arms. “The three of us make up the Chaotix! We leave no case unsolved, so long as you pay the right price,” Vector stated.

I couldn’t help but hold a giggle back. There was an air of chaotic silliness to them, not helped by the wacky personalities emanating from them after just a mere introduction. I could tell I wasn’t the only one who wanted to laugh, given the hawk’s wide eyes and shut beak. Tails nudged me in the shoulder, telling me everything he wanted to say. I immediately attempted to compose myself, and it worked for the most part, but I still couldn’t help but let out a small huff of laughter.

There was one last person among the crowd who I had yet to pin a name too. Tails and I looked over at a red echidna with purple eyes, who had an aloof look to him. He noticed the two of us were looking at him with an expectant look, before nodding. “Knuckles the Echidna, Ultimate Treasure Hunter.” He stated simply, giving everything we really needed to know.

I made a mental note of all names and talents, figuring they’d be useful for later down the line. If not to talk with them, at least for conversation starters to look like I made an active choice to keep up with whatever the public was raving about nowadays. It wasn’t as though I had a dislike for it, far from it, I just wasn’t interested in it for the most part. I just wanted to do my thing, ya know?

Amy nodded, before turning back to us. “Well, that’s all of us. Eighteen Ultimates, eighteen people. Now…” she said, tapping her chin as she lowered her glance into a thinking look, “Do you two have any chance of knowing where we are? Why we’re here?” She asked, looking back with a somewhat hopeful look in her eyes.

Tails shook his head, “Sorry, but no. In fact we were hoping you all would have some form knowledge of something like that.”

Amy gave Tails a regretful look, shaking her head. “Sorry, not even Vector knows a thing.”

Vector nodded, “She’s right. The only clue we have is our identities and what’s on us, but that’s about it. Everyone else gave their own testimonies, but they’re all similar. We all were doing our own thing before being knocked out, suddenly waking up in this weird field.”

“‘What’s on you’…?” Tails repeated with an inquiring voice.

“Those of us who had them on us at the time, such as Amy and Espio, woke up with weapons on them.” Knuckles answered as though it was a matter of a fact, “You wouldn’t happen to have any on you two, would you?” the echidna asked.

The orange fox then waved his hands frantically, “No no not at all!” He answered, before then looking to the side, “That is concerning though… why would we wake up with weapons on us…?” He whispered to himself.

Jet snorted, “You’re telling me. We all black out n’ then wake up in this new place with death traps littered all over, some of us having weapons too! It’s as though this place was made to kill us.” A couple let out noises of agreement, and I couldn’t help but follow them.

I tsked, muttering a ‘damn’. To myself. But then a lightbulb went off in my head, “But this is an open field, right?” I asked.

Mighty confirmed my question, “As far as we know, yeah.”

“Well couldn’t I just run to find the nearest town to figure out where we are? I could probably find info and get us outta here quickly!” I explained. Wow Sonic, why hadn’t you thought about this sooner! I made my mark, raising one leg, ready to take off-

“That’s not gonna work.” A raspy voice interrupted, I look up to who made themself known, seeing it come from a certain black and red hedgehog. “I already tried that, but the place loops.” He stated as a matter of fact.

I shrug, I didn’t believe him for a second. “How could it loop? The place has to end at some point.”

Silver then interjected, “Yeah, it shouldn't be possible. I think Sonic should try it out, it wouldn’t take very long.”

Shadow didn’t argue with that, placing a hand on his hip, “You’re asking the wrong guy, I don’t know how it’s possible, but that’s how it is. You can try running in a straight line if you want, but it’ll give you the same results as it did me.”

I took him up on his offer, “You don’t have to ask me twice!” I started, before taking off with a streak of blue and the wind following close by.

I felt the wind blow through my quills as I ran as fast as I felt, knowing the world around me would be a blur no matter how fast I ran. However, the more I ran, the brown and green would continue. And despite the blurred look around me, I could swear some locations felt as though I had seen them earlier before. All before I was met with a familiar crowd of colors and faces. I pressed my foot roughly on the ground, coming to a screeching halt.

“Holy shit he’s right.” I simply state with wide eyes. “I ran straight, I swear I made no turns, and yet I ended back here.” The crowd gasped.

Shadow just gave me a look that simply just told me, ‘told ya so’, with as much of a gloomy look you could have with that expression.

Cream let out a cry of terror, “D-does this mean we’re trapped?” She asked with a shaky voice. A twinge of fear ran down my spine, as it suddenly hit me what Jet pointed out earlier. What he said couldn’t have been true, absolutely not.

Amy quickly came to the rabbit’s side, getting on her knees, “No, we’ll be out of here eventually,” she comforted, to the best of her abilities anyways.

“Well how would we?” called out Jet with a hint of annoyance paired with panic in his voice, “cuz as far as I’m aware, we’re stuck here with a bunch of death traps and weapons!”

Mighty inched closer to Ray, with a protective look on his face, and Tails’ tails stiffened. Amy furrowed her expression, and was about to disprove him, but the squirrel interjected before the pink hedgehog could say a thing. “But that can't be true! What kind of person would do such a thing?”

Rouge, on the other hand, sides with the green hawk. “Hate to agree with Jet, but he’s right. It’s almost as if the only way to escape from this place is through death.”

“Well there has to be some other way out!” yelled Gadget. “We’re stuck in a looping plane but SOMEONE has to know where we are!”

“But you guys said we are the only Ultimates, so we have to be the only people here!” pointed out Knuckles, who was now wearing a more worked up look on his voice.

“THE ECHIDNA WOULD BE CORRECT. ALL SEVENTEEN ORGANIC LIFE FORMS DETECTED WITHIN THE VICINITY ARE PRESENT.” confirmed Omega.

“Well then why are we here?” asked Espio, “Someone obviously brought us to this place so someone has to know.”

“Well I have a lot to say to the person who brought us here…” announced Knuckles, who was now riled up.

“But-“ Charmy started, before he was interrupted suddenly by a new voice that rang out from seemingly nowhere.

“And we are here to answer that!” it said, causing me to go into a sort of defensive position as I wildly looked for a source by moving only my head. My gloves were clenched and my knees were bent. And I could tell others were alert too, as this voice only added to the widespread fear between us all.

A stage seemed to grow from the ground, manifesting from seemingly nowhere and nothing. It was made of wood, and had a set of beams standing up from the sides, carrying yet another beam on top that carried a red curtain. Our entire group let out gasps of surprise rang out, with cries of “How?” and “How is that possible?” echoing among the crowd.

We weren’t able to revel in our disbelief though, as from the stage a little robot popped out with confetti and streamers surrounding it. Right as it was about to land, the robot began to float, refusing to make contact with the ground. I let out a hiss though, as I got an eyeful of what this robot was.

The thing was a stubby one, that’s for sure. It was painted black and white, one side lighter, the other darker. The way I’m describing it doesn’t seem so bad at first. But what if I told you it had two heads. One side an orb, and one side a cube. The orb was painted all black, and had glowing red eyes, whereas the cube was white, and had cyan eyes that would glow just like the orb’s. Sure it isn’t horrifying, but it’s the least bit creepy.

I could tell others agreed with me too, as Cream let out a yell of surprise and looked away, as Mighty simply noted under his breath, “Well isn’t that creepy.” Tails’ ears seemed to stretch slightly as they stood up high, and even Shadow had wide eyes.

The orb started first, “Welcome to Green Hill Zone!”

“I am Orbot-“

“-and I’m Cubot!”

“And together we make Monobot! We’ll be your host for the game!”

[trashahime]

My Rin is a yukionna and will be a villian theory is hardly getting any love and I didn't expect it to. To be honest, I just posted it so I can point back, say I told you so, and be smug af as I watch the fandom collectively lose their shit when it happens. It's gonna be glorious.

And I just realized the "cold wind" reference on the website and end credits is probably about Rin not Kagura. I think in the song it even mentions standing against it.

And I can already hear the question. Nope, it doesn't increase the likelihood of mama!Rin for me because I believe Rin will be representing the Water phase of my Five Phases theory. And I know some of you probably doubt Sunrise is using it so much but consider this:

In the Christmas themed article they specifically point out the gift in Moroha's hand. The twitter even posted a close up.

Why? I have many thoughts on it but notice the present isn't actually red and green. It's red and qing, the bluish green color that is the true color of the Wood phase, which is Kagome. The present is a color coded representation of her parents.

Anywho, Rin will be the water Phase which means a black pearl, a pearl I think will transform into the orange pearl after Rin is de-corrupted. And I wasn't going to post this part but screw it, most of y'all already think I'm crazy and I'm bored. So you get another long ass post.

I think Kohaku has Rin's pearl and it was given to him by Sesshomaru. The interview with the VA droned about Kohaku's reliability. I think it's actually the diamond shaped weight on his weapon. I know, it's the stupidest shit you've heard. But, I noticed Sunrise made sure that weight is included in his profile pic and all the full body Kohaku merch. His color scheme on the merch is a very dark blue, which is sometimes used instead of black for the water phase. Furthermore, his silly little caplet is dark blue on outside and red on the inside. Yes, that's not orange but I think they realized using orange would be too obvious and strange for his color scheme. I expect the time will come when Sunrise releases a preview pic of Kohaku where his inner cloak will appear very orange due to lighting.

And I think we will start seeing a pattern of diamond shaped gems the same color as the rainbow pearls. And it's already started. The purple diamond shaped gem on Joka's forehead is in the same place as where Ginka and Kinka put their stolen pearls.

Also and I only realized this earlier tonight, the kimonos of the Kohaku and Sango clones in the last episode have orange orbs and dark blue diamonds.

I suspect we will see a red herring situation where it will be believed Sango has the orange pearl but it will really be Kohaku. And I think the diamond weight will transform into a pearl shape when it turns orange.

Call me crazy but we'll see who has the last laugh.

I can't deny Kohaku having the pearl really makes me wonder about the nature of his relationship with Rin.