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yyxy-seph · 4 years ago

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Post Insane! Sephiroth X Black girl! Reader

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈 pt.1

Part 2

Part 3

Warning: SUPER fucking cheesy! And I’m a relatively new FFVII fan so some of my wordings might be kind of weird. But if you want more content like this from me, just hit the heart!

Also, I’ve changed some of the events in the storyline. Avalanche hasn’t attacked Shinra just yet! But Sephiroth has already had his insane streak.

Context: Zack & Cloud set Y/N up on a blind date w/ Seph! Here, we will discover an interesting history between Seph and the reader as well as witness their adorable date!

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“Y/N, come here.” Zack ordered once more. I let out another sigh of frustration at how he had set me up on a blind date with no warning.

He said that he was tired of watching me worry over the thought of not being able to find a fine man, get married, and have kids as a SOLDIER.

So he set me up on a blind date with a tiny bit of input from Cloud. I know right? As if he really cares about stuff like this. But Cloud has been acting really strange about it and it kinda upsets me how they’re making plans without my input.

Before I left the SOLDIER territory, Cloud showed up just to tease me. On my way out he said “He’ll never be just a memory to you, you love him too much.”

What does that even mean? He also said that this guy I’d be meeting is a pretty, popular ex- SOLDIER.

Zack told me not to lift one finger in preparation for the date since he was planning it all. He even picked my outfit.

A little black dress with a turtleneck, low slit in the front, and cinched waist. It also had silver buttons and bows along the back. The heels were probably the most interesting part though.

They were gladiator-style, thigh-high sandals with a chunky heel. But, they weren’t just ordinary heels. They had a shuriken intruding in the back that could also be used during battle. How stylish!

I gotta give it to Zack. He could be a part-time stylist. He even called the shoes “cute and dangerous”.

He entered my view with his regular gleam in his eyes.

“I think you’ll really like this guy. He’s just your type-badass, first-class...well, former SOLDIER, long hair, certainly committed, and kinda fucking crazy-“

“I’m not sure if that description helped much for my worries.” I cut him off.

He laughed nervously but continued, reassuring me it’d be ok.

“But no really, you’re just his type too! Pretty, curvy, great fighter, determined. He really likes bad girls, and to me, you’re pretty damn bad on the field. You can fight your ass off! Proves why you’re first-class!”

A smile spread across my face.

“That’s very sweet of you, Zack. That’s why you’re my best friend!”

He beamed in return. “No problem. But one more thing before you go in.” He said more seriously.

“Okay...”

“If he goes bat-shit crazy again and tries to hurt you, yell for me as loud as you can. Promise me.”

“Again?? And I can handle myself, Zack.”

“I know you can! Just promise me.” He said, holding my hands and tightening his grip.

“Fine. I promise.”

“Now go blow his mind with those mako-infused eyes!”

I chuckled at his words and went into the room, one step at a time in my heels.

It was a restaurant. The walls were painted the vermillion shade of red. Black stripes were also painted in certain spots, accentuating a romantic vibe.

“Where is he, where is he?” I asked myself with each step. I was starting to get nervous. All those years of fighting off countless enemies and this is what has me the most anxious and uncomfortable.

Just then, I spotted a man sitting by himself as if he was waiting on someone to join. He had silver locks from what I could see but his head was turned to the kitchen of the restaurant so his face remained mysterious.

I sat down on the empty seat in front of him, curious to meet this man.

He turned his head swiftly, to the sound of me placing my hands on the glass table.

“Hey- SEPHIROTH??”

His cutely shaped lips rose in attraction.

“Hello, princess.” He responded.

I was completely and utterly shocked. Sephiroth, the best warrior in Shinra. The guy who lost his mind and caused the Nibelheim incident. The guy who is somehow still good looking to me even after all the fucked up shit he did. The silver haired man of my dreams who broke my heart when I was younger.

Even though we’ve had little to do with each other in the past, he still meant a lot to me until he faded from my mind. That is, after he went insane.

He liked me, I liked him. It was evident. We were young and in the SOLDIER program. He took up my mental space rather than training. I liked him that much. But he was more focused on his training and never considered dating. He just thought I was a pretty face and that we’d be nothing more.

He worked his way up to first class through his amazing fighting ability while I stayed behind due to my lack of interest. Fighting was just a thing to do. It was never too important to me.

The night before the Nibelheim incident, we shared a kiss. He snuck to my dorm out of curiosity (and desperation due to his previous conversation with Genesis), it seemed. He said, “ if we were to have a relationship, I need to have a good fighter and a good kisser. If you fail at one thing, you must perfect the other. Otherwise, we never know what could be.”

I sat up on my bed and pressed my lips against his. He leaned in more, deepening it. Soon, we were making out. Until, we weren’t.

He just left after that. No words were spoken. He just slid on his coat and left.

The next night, he’d lost his mind. And once the word had spread that this happened, my heart was instantly broken.

I thought things like, ‘Why would he do such a thing?’, ‘He didn’t love me.’, ‘I would’ve been there for him through all this chaos’, ‘He just played with my emotions and used me’, ‘He didn’t like the kiss’, and so on.

With my new wound, I decided to nurture it by taking my frustrations out during training. I trained as hard as I could, making my way up to first class. Everyone was shocked, especially Cloud. He thought he’d never see the day that I took training seriously.

But here I am. And now I’m in front of my past love, Sephiroth, who never seemed to care about me and... now does? Why did Zack set me up like this?

“I-I can’t believe I’m on this date with you right now.” I admitted with crossed arms and growing hatred.

His green cat-like eyes sparkled under the florescent lights. “Sure, you can’t. But you are. And there’s no turning back now.”

“Oh, yes there is.” I shot back while getting up.

He leaned forward over the table and laid his hand on top of mine, grasping it in his clutch. “I left you...and I’m sorry for that, but I’m not letting you leave.”

He flashed another attractive glare while more of his long hair fell over his shoulder, revealing once more that it was him.

Uh, I hate myself for still thinking he’s handsome.

“Why should I stay?” I asked, half-way giving in already.

“Because I won’t hurt you like I did before.”

I sighed, still being disappointed.

“Tuh, it’s only a matter of time before you’re blowing my head off or impaling me with your masamune.”

“Baby, I would never, never you.” He stated with promising eyes.

The nickname caught me off guard, making me fall a bit more for him.

“Just sit down and I’ll tell you everything. I swear. The truth and nothing but.”

I gazed down at his hand, still caressing mine, and back up at his green eyes.

I can’t believe I’m giving into this.

“Start talking.”

He began while I sat back down.

“I never meant to hurt you, really. I just didn’t intend to be in a relationship at that time or do the things I did the next night.”

“Why did you get my hopes up that night then?” I questioned, still being defensive.

“I-I just c-couldn’t control myself. I didn’t know how I felt about you. But now I do.”

“And now I’m supposed to sit here and take you back just like that? What about how I feel?” I replied and continued.

“Will you be able to control yourself if I piss you off one day, or is that the old Seph?” How do I know you’re telling me the truth and not just using me again?”

“Y/N, I don’t expect you to believe me or take me back but just hear me out.”

“I’m waiting...”

“The night I found out the entirety of my origins, I just couldn’t deal. I’d been lied to my whole life so far and had a deep feel for anger and assassination. I hated Shinra, I hated everything. My mind had gone elsewhere and that wasn’t me. I’ve calmed down and found the real reason for my existence. And that’s being a great SOLDIER, saving the planet, being the fine man you wanted, and giving you the world.”

Not gonna lie, his words were really touching. I could see the sincerity in him. But I still wasn’t ready to give in just yet.

“It’s that easy?” I asked.

“It’s only that easy if you show me the way. I need you. I want you.”

More silence and confliction rolled through me as I started realizing he might be telling the truth.

#ffvii sephiroth #ffvii #ffvii x reader #sephiroth x reader #black reader #yyxy-seph

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alannah-corvaine · 4 years ago

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the big ‘so you’ve found my blog’ post;

So. The follow button has led you to me, and now here you are with me on your dash. I assume you’re here for one to three reasons: the ffxiv content I post and reblog, my character(s), and/or the aesthetic content. Possibly also my riveting commentary on why ffxiv hasn’t added a sidebraid hairstyle yet. You’re all valid and welcome here.

Maybe you’re curious about me and my OCs, but you don’t want to go digging through my blog and the absolute mess of tags I’ve amassed over the years. I’m here to present a half-assed solution to your curiosity instead of fixing my tags in any sort of meaningful way.

WHO RUNS THIS BLOG?

I’m Alicia, I run this circus.

she/her pronouns, I’m cis.

I’m 31 years old at the time of writing this post.

This blog is 5 going on 6 years old.

If you see @alannahcorvaine that blog is also me but I don’t use it anymore, as it’s a sideblog and I moved over to this blog years ago.

I’ve been playing FFXIV since 2015.

I also play Elder Scrolls Online and World of Warcraft and have separate blogs for related OCs, content, and aesthetics.

I’m a cat person but I also love dogs.

I have a five year old black cat named Kilala who keeps me in line.

I’m not much of a people person, I’m made of anxiety and paperclips.

I yell into the void a lot, the void being my blog.

I don’t really RP outside of spectacularly outstanding circumstances these days, but character and world building are my jam.

Even if I don’t RP, I’m always down for character connections and relationships. I’m totally up for brainstorming and bouncing around headcanons.

Most of the time in game you’ll find me either standing around my house or out in the world taking screenshots. My mailing address is gpose.

I have a full roster of 8 characters on Balmung, but currently only 3 are active. You’ll probably see screenshots of the others too from time to time.

THE OCs

A L A N N A H C O R V A I N E

Your first assumption on seeing my blog name is that it’s probably the name of the titular OC that this blog focuses on. You would be correct. All of my OCs have their own blogs, however I am infinitely lazy and just end up posting screenshots of everyone here because this is where the followers are and the sideblogs end up being used as aesthetic warehouses. Anywhoo, here’s some need-to-knows about Alannah.

Alannah has two main verses: Warrior of Light and Non-WoL.

Her non-WoLverse is actually the primary one, but with Shadowbringers I’ve been focusing more on her WoL story.

I also have an infinite amount of AU verses for her based on various media but nobody has time for me to list all of those.

In both verses she’s a White Mage, a capable healer, but focuses more on offensive elemental spells (wind, water, earth).

Alannah is my only OC with a Warrior of Light verse.

She’s 23 years old.

She has severe allergies to grass, pollen, dust, dander, and certain foods.

Her allergy reactions are largely kept at bay by a delicate chain diadem made and blessed by padjal. It also helps correct her shitty vision, magic is great.

Her deepest fears include deep water and phurbles.

She has four older brothers: Faron, Ean, Davon, and Brennan.

Family issues. Just so many family issues. That’s an entire post on its own.

Her hair is dark brown, not black. I cannot state this emphatically enough no matter what my edits look like.

The white streaks are magical scars, the cause of them vary by verse.

Non-WoL Alannah is married to Nine Outway, they have a three-year old daughter named Aislinn.

Warrior of Light Alannah (hereafter known as WoLannah) I ship exclusively with dead ghost boyfriend Ardbert.

Deep-seated anger issues buried beneath a placid and friendly exterior.

Her aether is just irreparably borked and highly chaotic and is controlled via her staff and arcane symbols painted onto her arms in aether ink.

Her childhood dream was to be a powerful thaumaturge, which didn’t work out with her aether control issues.

R E B E C C A “B R I N A” C R O S S ( @thesilentcygnet )

26 years old.

Born to a moderately wealthy Limsan merchant family.

2 older sisters: Pippa and Lacy.

Jacke Swallow (of rogues guild fame) is her best friend (and secret love) since childhood.

Her entire family was murdered when she was 16 because her father made shady deals with the wrong people and owed them money.

She’s been mute since the day of the massacre after witnessing the murders while hiding in the cellar beneath their feet.

She’s been staying with Jacke and his cohorts in the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss since then, though he’s the only one that knows her true identity.

A long chain of events has lead to her being kidnapped from Kugane, shipwrecked off the coast of Othard twice, sucked into a magical whirlpool, and left stranded on the First.

Will she ever get home? Perhaps, when I’ve finally decided that her ridiculous journey has been Odyssean enough.

K H I A R N A K H A ( @khi-tastrophe )

29 years old.

An incandescent ball of unquenchable rage, probably for valid reasons.

The daughter of the khan of a minor offshoot of the Kha tribe.

Had a twin sister named Khiela, who pretended to be kidnapped by an aggressive suitor and lead Khiarna on a wild goose chase across Eorzea in an attempt to find her.

Khiela and her lover conspired to and succeeded in murdering her father.

Khiarna returned to Othard and murdered the shit out of both of them in retaliation for killing her father.

She was then unanimously chosen as her father’s successor and currently reigns as khatun to the nomadic merchant tribe.

While traveling across Eorzea in search of her errant sister, Khi was involved in a relationship with a pathological liar, which has severely damaged her ability to trust people (on top of her family drama).

Currently in a relationship with Sidirahg of the Sixth ( @sidirahg ), who has the patience of a saint with her issues and also might be a masochist.

Khi is a shaman and uses a mix of conjury and pugilism in combat.

She covers her fists and feet in a solid layer of rock and then lights them on fire, using a combination of speed, flexibility, and disorienting blows to fell her opponents.

COMMON TAGS I USE

#alannah aesthetic - aesthetic tag.

#screenshots - tag for unedited screenshots of my characters.

#edits - tag for screenshot edits done by me.

#drabbles - tag for writing done by me.

#about alannah - tag for character profile memes, ask replies, relevant quotes.

#art of alannah - tag for art i’ve commissioned of Alannah.

#commissions - tag for art i’ve commissioned that also includes my other OCs.

#lanna things - tag for posts relevant to Alannah.

#9 - tag for posts related to Nine Outway.

#familial faultlines - tag for all of Alannah’s family issues.

#benedictions]&[bulletholes - ship tag for Alannah and Nine (contains screenshots, quotes, and aesthetic inspiration).

#the gravity of guilt - sub-B&B ship tag referencing events at the ruins of Nym.

#scars of nym - another B&B tag because I don’t have enough of them.

#otp: as one fool to another - ship tag for WoLannah and Ardbert

#AU: Warrior of Light - WoLannah tag.

#AU: Gloriana - tag for the AU in which Alannah goes power mad / angry at the world and misuses her magic to become an unstoppable force of destruction.

#AU: Dark Sunrise - tag for the AU in which Nine perma-dies and Alannah sells her soul to the darkness.

#keeper’s captain - ship tag for Brina and Jacke.

#boyfriend adjust - ship tag for Khi and Sid.

#tbd - tag for me yelling into the void that I pretend I’ll delete later.

OTHER BLOGS

@eastofean - ffxiv aesthetic inspo blog for Ean Corvaine.

@aether-and-ash - ffxiv aesthetic inspo blog for Aislinn Outway.

@blacklacelullaby - ffxiv aesthetic inspo blog for Katja Iryut.

@cleric-stance - salty healer memes.

@sundownsanctuary - nsfw aesthetic inspo blog.

@lannahlearnsart - my hoard of digital art tutorials.

@halion - general World of Warcraft blog and inspo for my WoW OCs.

@veil-of-blades - ESO inspo blog for various Elder Scrolls OCs.

@theviciousnothing - my personal aesthetic blog.

PARTING NOTES

You’ve done it, you’ve reached the end of this post. All of this is just a basic overview of me and my characters, if you ever have any questions about anything please feel free to drop me an ask or a DM any time. Thanks for following. ♥

#behind the blog #pinned post

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space-------kid · 4 years ago

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Hello! I don’t know if you’re taking requests at the moment, but if you are, could you do a demon!kyojuro fic. I don’t know if you write for him since ya like genya (I do too, we stan a good boi on this blog), but if ya do, could you write on where he meets the reader, who isn’t a demon slayer? Like they’re just living life on their own until kyo attacks them, but calms down after a couple of minutes. Tears are shed and comfort is given, and they become friends (maybemore). Have a great day!

I’m so sorry, anon, but I’m not taking requests right now! 😭

But since you went out of your way to send me a message (thank you very much! 💕), please accept this tiny piece of writing!

To sum things up: Demon Kyojuro got stuck inside a cave in the mountains, couldn’t hunt any wild animals for him to eat, then got delirious due to hunger.

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𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃!𝑅𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑜𝓀𝓊 𝒦𝓎𝑜𝒿𝓊𝓇𝑜 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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Pain.

He doesn’t remember much upon opening his eyes except for the gnawing, blinding pain that freezes his limbs, savagely twists his core, and dulls his other senses except for touch. He doesn’t even remember how long he has been lying here in the dark, alone and overwhelmingly confused. Has it been hours? Days? Weeks?

He doesn’t remember anything. Not even his name.

Feeling helpless, he closes his eyes and wishes for the pain to just end.

He feels worse upon waking up.

Hunger makes its presence known in the most detestable way, clawing viciously at his insides and making his throat and mouth dry. It’s the kind of hunger that makes his head spin, makes his blood boil with an anger he cannot control and understand, and diminishes whatever sane judgement his bewildered mind can come up with.

Calloused, trembling hands find a strange sheathed implement within his reach – a sword, he vaguely recalls. He holds it by the hilt and slowly withdraws the thing, only to hiss angrily at the sight of a bright red blade that felt absolutely lethal – something he doesn’t want to feel against his neck.

He throws it away without any second thoughts.

Hungry... Food...

He wanders – both aimlessly and with purpose – until he reaches the foot of the mountain he wakes up in. A lone, modest hut catches his gaze, a single light from within illuminated in the night’s inky darkness.

The moon is obscured by the clouds, but he marvels at the fact that he can perfectly see everything – the world’s colours not even muted by the dark.

He catches a whiff of a delicious, tantalising smell and he is reduced to a mindless salivating state as he breaks off into a run, clawed hands reaching for the hut down yonder.

Food… please—

Working in the field the whole day leaves you thoroughly exhausted, your eyes heavy with sleep your body craves. But you know that you cannot sleep with an empty stomach, so you slave away in the kitchen to prepare a late dinner.

Fatigue seems to have slowed your reaction time because it has taken you a few moments to realize that the blood in the knife you are holding is yours.

Cursing your clumsiness, you go outside to check the basket you left behind for any bandages you might have forgotten to unpack.

Thundering footsteps reach your ears, and you look up just in time to see a stranger lunging at you with hands outstretched, a feral expression on his face and drool trickling down his – it is indeed a man – chin.

Your body reacted in the situation by pumping adrenaline through your veins, and you are quick to dodge the stranger’s attack. You hear him crash on your front door, and you take the chance to run away while he gathers his bearings.

You cannot run to the field because it will leave you wide open and easy to spot, so the forest is your best bet at hiding. You know the place well enough like the back of your hand, and you are confident enough that you can lose your unexpected pursuer.

But your choice and confidence become your downfall when you hear him at your tail, tackling you immediately to the ground. The two of you roll a few feet on the forest floor and your hunter quickly pulls you up in a sitting position, your back to him and his hot, heavy breathing against your neck.

Thoughts of dying never really scared you before, but you cannot say the same now that your captor has you locked in his strong arms. A clawed hand gently caressed one of your arms, the stranger’s laborious pants turning into a pleased hum as he seemingly marvels at your softness through the fabric of your kimono.

This is it, you think numbly to yourself. This is where you die, and where the woodcutters will find your bloody, defiled corpse in the morning—

“Please…” you whisper, tears pouring steadily down your cheeks. “D-Don’t kill me, I beg of you…”

The feral looking man behind you tenses, and you notice a cascade of orange hair with red streaks in your peripheral vision as he buries you deeper in his hold. He is trembling now, and his hold on you shifts from murderous to soft and apologetic.

You don’t move, afraid that it might set him off again into that savage, snarling husk of a man that has chased you easily into the forest. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, mirroring the way yours pound wildly against your sternum. He swallows harshly, but his clawed hand is gentle – almost afraid of physically hurting you – when it hovers over your injured hand.

“Forgive me.”

His voice is deep and husky from disuse, but you can hear and feel the depth of his words as he slowly untangles himself from you. You are quick to crawl away from him before facing your previous pursuer.

You waited for your eyes to adjust in the darkness, and once they have settled your vision is met by the sight of orange hair with red streaks (true to what you’ve seen earlier), a surprisingly handsome and manly features, and – the one that stands out to you the most – a pair of bright orange eyes with red irises, pupils slit like a cat’s. He is wearing some kind of a uniform but it is stained with dust and grass from your tumble mere moments ago. The same goes for his white haori with flame patterns and colouring on the edges.

“I seem to have lost myself back there – maybe for a few days, even,” he continues, slitted gaze never leaving yours. “But I remember now. I remember everything.”

Your confusion only escalates at his words, and you hug yourself as you inch farther from him. But you stop the moment a look of hurt and shame paints the stranger’s handsome face.

“Please forgive me for mindlessly attacking you,” he says, and your heart hurt at his attempts to inject false cheer in his sincere voice and words. He looks vastly different from the man who attacks you earlier, and you surmises that the kindness he is showing you reflects his true self.

You open your mouth to speak, but your mind doesn’t seem to want to cooperate. He visibly flinches, and you try your best to sit still when he cautiously approaches you and lifts a hand – mindful of his claws – to gently wipe away your tears.

“I am Rengoku Kyojuro, a demon who has sworn never to harm humans and to slay any evil demon I come across with,” he introduces himself. Your heart clenches with pain when he gives you a profoundly sad smile. “But I cannot claim that mantle anymore, seeing as I have just attacked you out of sheer hunger.”

A demon? Demons are real?

He stands up, face set in a falsely cheerful expression as he pumps his fist in the air and declares quite loudly, “I am a disgrace to the words I have once boldly claimed! I shall atone for this humiliation by decapitating myself with my own blade!”

“Please don’t!” you yell at him, surprising not only him but yourself as well with your sudden exclamation. Kyojuro looks at you, puzzled, as you grasp one of his large hands with your much smaller ones. “Don’t kill yourself!”

“But I’ve almost killed you myself,” he tells you, looking shocked at your pleas. You simply look at him with a pleading expression, trusting yourself to convey that you have already forgiven him without using words.

He just seems so sad and ashamed for what he has almost done, but you, a simple farmer, is gifted with an intuition that rivals that of warriors of old. Your initial fear has made you deaf on what it is telling you, but you can now hear it loud and clear as it screams at you to forgive Kyojuro, that he really doesn’t mean to hurt you, that he cannot and will not kill you even in the throes of blinding hunger – as proved by him staying his hand as soon as he has you locked in his arms.

You’ve heard tales of demons devouring their prey as soon as they got their hands on them. But Kyojuro hasn’t done anything of the kind. The most harm he has given you is tackling you to the ground, nothing more.

And he slays his kind – the evil ones?

Kyojuro stares at you with wide-eyed amazement, and you are immediately convinced that he is not the only good demon in existence.

“I’m [Name],” you introduce yourself, and you smile up at him earnestly as you run your fingers reassuringly on his knuckles. “Y-You didn’t hurt me. And if what you are saying is true, that you slay evil demons… then it would do the world a whole lot of good if you remain here, alive and doing what you have sworn to do. So, please. Please don’t kill yourself over— over this!”

The sound of his booming laughter – one that comes from the pit of his belly and is nothing short of amused and grateful – rings loudly in the quiet forest, making you jump in your seat. You gape up at him, openly admiring his handsome face breaking into a smile that echoes the emotions his laughter contains.

“Well met, [Name], the very first person I almost ate!”

You blush furiously at his words, and he comforts you by tenderly patting your head. Neither of you know that your near-death experience and his almost eating a human signify the start of a wonderful friendship… and one that eventually leads to something more.

But for now, you bask in the warmth of Kyojuro’s clawed hand on your hand, and him in the kindness reflected in your [colour] eyes and smile.

#rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kny kyojuro x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

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pa3-art · 4 years ago

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Day 10 (July 16th): Free Day I/Introduction Day

Heyo! I wanted to introduce myself today so I found a few old profile pics and decided to post them. I wish I had red streaks in my hair but sadly I don’t.

Nickname:VAspera

Age: Currently Immortal

Gender: Wouldnt you guys like to know

Favorite show: Theres a long list but since its relevant I love all of the Yugioh spinoffs but 5ds takes the cake (duh)

Hobbies: Drawing and Reading. I draw way too much and its an issue

Fav Character: The entire 5ds cast

My ace monster is Gravity Warrior.

I do requests so if your interested send me a holler or a hoot.

I draw using Medibang Paint on my phone and use a stylus I got for about 99 cents off of Amazon.

I really want a cat

If anyone whats to chat about anything feel free to send me a message. i dont bite and I’m always up for a chat!

I hope everyone is doing well! See ya!

Per Aspera ad Astra

#ygo5dsmonth2020 #day 10 #vaspera rambles

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cyclone-rachel · 4 years ago

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Paying the asking price, chapter 24 for the directors cut

the whole chapter? okay

not in order of appearance, just some things I wanted to comment on

so this (and Cat finding James’s desk bed in the previous chapter) is a Supergirl Radio recurring joke, because that podcast’s hosts noticed James didn’t have a home and assumed he slept under his desk at Catco

I wrote the first part of this scene back in June, mostly because I decided I was going to include the inhibitors in the story somehow and wanted to have a version of the 5x10 scene to go along with it since it’s such a great scene for Kara and Brainy and one of my personal favorites. I later added a little bit to it, including the “you’re a true hero” line, which I used as a reference to this iconic scene from the season 2 premiere of the Legion of Super-Heroes animated series. And I didn’t want to copy that scene entirely, so I decided to twist it a little bit and have Fabala be responsible for the inhibitors in this universe. Because she would’ve gotten them too (along with Indigo, since I headcanoned that all Coluans working as supercomputers on Krypton got inhibitors and that’s why Kelex said they were blue) and she’s the worst.

to be honest I really just wanted to use the word “wrath” here, because it sounds like Jesse’s last name.

and same to me wanting to use a particular word here, specifically “defiance”, because it’s another show Jesse was in, where he played an alien with terrible parents from a species that starts with the letter C and ends with N, who rebelled against them and was more sympathetic to/wanted to understand humans, and had a brunette love interest whose actress’s name is Nicole with the last initial M. He also had white hair in that show, although his skin was painted white instead of blue (but he had blue streaks in his hair in season 1)

first of all, “that one about dying pelicans” references a thing from early season 2 where Kara was assigned to report about pelican deaths at a trash dump, which was again a Supergirl Radio joke (albeit a short-lived one).

Second, “intern at the White House” refers to Nia, because I wanted Cat to reference her somehow and I figured that this would be the best place to do it, establishing that Cat knows her and that she looks up to Kara already.

so this line was originally “turned down Rob Lowe”, but I just changed it because, even though Chad Lowe isn’t as famous, he did play the cult leader guy in season 3 and directed a couple episodes, and he was also in (I believe) Young Justice and Superman the Animated Series (the latter even as a member of the Legion). So I thought it would be a fun Celebrity Paradox kind of deal.

Silver Kryptonite was actually Brainiac’s fault in the show Smallville, so I thought it would be even more fitting for Fabala to use it, and just reference that she got it from her ancestor (even though I don’t think it was actual Kryptonite, it just looked like it was). Also originally Clark saw Zod, but I just kind of thought Brainiac fit better as his worst enemy, so I substituted that in.

Kara as a “dream warrior” comes from the Adventures of Supergirl comics by Sterling Gates, set in the universe of the show during season 1! I recommend them if you haven’t read them yet, they’re super great and it’s only 12 or 13 issues.

this is kind of a reference to this powerpoint by @vulcan-highblood, because I wanted to have a good reason for the duel and I couldn’t just repeat the whole Dakkam Ur thing. So I decided to keep it based in history, but in a different way.

“Earthbound version of the Coluan collective” was pretty much what I thought Non and Indigo were creating with Myriad in season 1, although I did realize that a lot later than season 1. Also I had to put in an homage to the lovely “Supergirl is stronger than any Legionnaire. I have faith in her” line from 3x18.

so real talk, this was the hardest part for me to make up my mind about, because the Coluans don’t really have one weakness the way Kryptonians have Kryptonite or Daxamites have lead. So I just decided to combine Winn’s virus that he used against Indigo in season 1 with Medusa from earlier in the season. It might be a little bit overkill, but it worked. Also, as Brainy notes, Fabala was super lying about the AI plague in the future, so it made sense in an ironic kind of way to use that against her.

“he wasn’t really the first” references both Kenny and James, whose relationships with Kara were sadly short-lived, but deserved to be mentioned anyway.

I don’t really have anything to say about this part because I imagine it to be like the scene with Mon-El and the portal in the actual season 2 finale, but let me tell you, I was so hyped about this ending when it happened. When I watched the Flash a few months later, I even compared the time portals in the episode with Abra Kadabra, to confirm Mon-El was going to the future, because I might not have liked Mon-El, but I did really want him to be in the future with the Legion, so some of the Legionnaires could be in season 3. Especially Brainy, because @peskyshortcake and I had lots of ideas for him, specifically involving him being rivals-to-friends-with-benefits with Winn. (then again I also thought that Superman would appear in season 3 and be familiar with the Legion, like they would be his friends and would’ve trained him in the future to become Superman like in the LOSH animated series. But I was wrong because Mon-El probably definitely created an alternate timeline when he went into the future.)

Also re: the ending, I am sorry that it was so close to canon, with Kara being sad because she had to send Brainy away, since I’ve read a lot of criticisms about season 2 (thanks, @iamdeltas and your “supershitshow” tag). I know my take isn’t perfect, and I was only correcting one major problem in the season, but I’m sure there are other fics that fix different problems, and I’d like to read more of those too!

#papa don't look #rachel answers questions #loveofshows #supergirl #ish

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Chapter 13; The final fight; Avengers Assemble

*Author’s note*

Okay guys this is it. The most EPIC film scene in the decade of the 2010′s. Over 10 years of MCU movies have lead up to this grand moment, and I want all of you to LISTEN TO THE VIDEOS I HAVE OUT UP FOR YOU JUST TO RELIVE THE MOMENT WHERE THEATERS TURNED TO STADIUMS.

Also be PREPARED FOR THE ANGST IN THIS CHAPTER. DEATH SCENE OF THE FATHER OF THE MCU IS INCLUDED SO GET WITH A BUDDY OR GRAB YOUR IRONMAN PLUSHIES AND HUG EM TIGHT.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

@waddles03

@ixchel-9275

@platawnic

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*My POV*

"Wolfie, Wolfie, come on (y/n) wake up." I groaned tiredly and slowly I opened my eyes to see blurry figure standing over me. As my vision came back into focus, all I saw was long dark brown hair, a scruffy beard and a blue uniform as well as a metal arm.

"B—Bucky-bear?" he smiled widely and that's when I gasped and immediately tackled him in a hug. We embraced each other tightly as I whimpered out a sob. I wept into his shoulder, feeling all sorts of emotions at this point as I nuzzled into his neck. I felt him stroked down my hair before cupping both sides of my face.

"You're here." He said.

"So are you. Bucky you—you were the first to....." I trailed off before looking down sadly remembering what happened.

"Hey, it doesn't matter now. I'm back. And so are you."

"Yeah. Let's—let's see if we can't find the others." He nodded and that's when we stood up and walked along the jungle and the first people we found were Wanda and Sam. "Mama bear? Falcon?" they turned and the second she saw me, she immediately ran up and embraced me and I hugged her back.

"Oh Wolfie you're here too? Did you—"

"Yeah I....I was. Do—do you think they defeated Thanos?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"More importantly, how long do you think it's been?" it was then we heard a lion's roar in the distance.

"Isn't that—"

"Gen. And Sam." I turned towards them and Wanda said.

"Go, they're your people and they need their alpha." I nodded then I phased into my wolf form and took off running through the jungle. I stopped at one point and let out a mighty howl signaling my chimera pack to come find me.

As I ran through the jungle running towards the very part of the jungle where we all met up before the battle, I kept howling to signal every chimera to come find me. And I could hear not only from the animal calls far and wide of Wakanda, but also their voices through my collar of their panicked voices.

Finally I reached my high rock point and soon flying in was Maria as well as half of the bird chimeras. Leaping over the boulders was Sam, Dani and Gen as well as all the remainder cat and bear chimeras. Reptiles, elephants, canine, and stallion chimeras came near and they all talked through their collars.

'Alpha what's happened?'

'Did they save us?'

'What has happened?'

'Where is everyone?'

'How long were we gone for?' I let out a howl to silence everyone's panic and I said.

'My friends I don't know exactly what has happened. All I do know is that we've been brought back. How I don't know.' It was then a familiar yellow portal opened up and I was hoping it would be my mom but soon coming out was a man with sleeked black hair with a grey streak on the lower side of his head.

He wore similar clothing to how my mom trained me in the ways of the sorcerers. Could he be one of them too? He also had a red cloak that smelled alive to me, as well as a similar goatee that reminded me of Tony's.

"I'm looking for Mother wolf Raksha, otherwise known as (Y/n) Williams." I hopped off the rock now in my human form and I walked up to the sorcerer cautiously.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Doctor Strange and I'm here to answer your questions as well as ask for your help. There's not a lot of time to explain but it's been five years since Thanos succeeded his mission of universal genocide."

What?! Five years!? How—how is this possible?

"As I said I don't have a lot of time to explain because now the Avengers need our help. Can I count on you and your chimera army to fight the final battle against Thanos?" I turned to everyone and they all stood strong and nodded.

"Just tell me this Doctor Strange, will this fight be the one we win this time?" he just looked at me and said.

"If I tell you what happens, it won't." Typical. Mom always said the same thing.

"What do we have to do?"

"Just walk straight ahead with your army, then when the signal flares, you come through."

'What signal would that be exactly?' asked Sam.

"Your alpha will know. The rest of your army will join you at the location of the final battle." I nodded and with that he walked back through his portal and it disappeared.

'Okay—what the hell just happened?!' stated Maria.

'Has it really been five years?' asked Sarah, the second in command of the dingo chimeras.

"We'll ask questions later, right now we've gotta move." I said. I phased back into my wolf form and said to them. 'It may have been five years since everything happened. But we can't let that interfere with what we are about to do. Now I have a feeling that this fight will be bigger than the last one we fought, but we gotta hold strong. Thanos took away everything from us, and forced us to miss five years of being with everyone we know and love. Now's the chance to finally take our revenge on what he did to us. To those that survived and had to live without us. Let's show the bastard what happens when you mess with the chimera pack. Are you with me my friends?'

They all cheered and roared. I nodded and I ordered them to get into marching position. I stood in front of everyone and let out a howl and we soon marched forward.

As we walked ahead, I thought maybe I could try and reach out to my mom through the commlink on my collar.

I reached my metal paw up and pressed it to my collar and spoke.

'Mom can you read me? Mom it's me (y/n) can you read me?'

*3rd Person POV*

As Morowa was stunned to hear the voice of (y/n) from her commlink, at the same time Steve got a message from Sam Wilson.

'Hey Cap you read me? Cap it's Sam can you hear me?' Steve was in shock to hear Sam's voice over his commlink and as he pressed against his ear, the next thing he heard before the sparks of a portal began to open were, 'On your left.'

Play video

Both Steve and Morowa turned around and soon three figures came walking out of the portal. Okoye donned in her Dora Milaje uniform along with holding her spear, but it was the two people that she was with that sent so many emotions through them, especially Morowa.

For walking alongside Okoye, was Princess Shuri in her designed warrior outfit along with Vibranium sonic gauntlets and her face decorated in warrior paint. And right in the middle was the Black Panther, King T'Challa.

His helmet came down so that he could look into the eyes of his sister and fellow leader of an army. Steve and Morowa were relieved as well as thrilled to see them again. T'Challa stared at them strongly before giving them a brief nod.

It was at that moment Sam Wilson came soaring out of the portal and circled around the battlefield just as dozens of other portals began to open up from all different corners of the world and universe while Thanos stood there perplexed.

From Titan; Doctor Strange opened up the portal and readied his shields while coming up in front of him were the rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Drax, Mantis, Peter Quill aka Star-Lord, and then swinging up and landing in front of them was none other than Peter Parker, Spider Man. He landed on some rubble before deactivating his mask and he stood up with a slight grin.

Morowa and Steve grinned at each other and nodded. It was then T'Challa proclaimed the Wakandan battle cry as coming out from behind him was the reassembled army of Wakanda. All those who faded away five years ago were now back and ready to defend not only their mother land, but their entire planet.

"YIBAMBE!"

"YIBAMBE!" his army cried out after their king as they all came out of the portal.

"YIBAMBE!" Morowa cried out to her people and the entire army including T'Challa echoed back to her.

"YIBAMBE!"

"YIBAMBE!!"

"YIBAMBE!!" As the portals grew larger and larger some Wakandan ships as well as Ravager ships came out. Leading in front of the Jabari tribe was Bucky wielding the same gun he used five years ago along with teenage Groot at his side.

Another portal opened up from Norway revealing the remaining Asgardians who came to Earth. Valkyrie wore her Valkyrie armor and was astride upon her winged Pegasus, and standing along side her were Korg and Meek ready to battle. Also joining beside them was Wanda, her palms glowing with her powers ready to fight.

Soon coming from Hong, Kong, London and New York were all the sorcerers activating their shields and getting into battle ready stances and leading them was none other than Wong. The portal opening beside them held a Ravager army led by their newest captain, Kraglin.

Growing to normal size was Hope Van Dyne, daughter of Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne. She wore the newest advances Wasp suit that her mother never got to wore before she disappeared in the quantum realm, but it was a sign that Hope was to become the new Wasp. She looked around hoping to find Scott.

As they watched all their allies and friends coming forward ready to battle, Thor caught Stormbreaker in his hand and as Tony sat up finally conscious, he was most surprised to see a blue Iron woman suit land in front of Spiderman and the Guardian's portal. When the front of the helmet went up, the woman in the suit was none other than his wife, Pepper Potts.

And from both Wakanda and Ireland, the chimera army reunited together. Everyone in their animal forms and leaping in front on a pile of rubble letting out a mighty howl was none other than Mother wolf Raksha herself.

As Strange met up with Wong, he turned to him and asked.

"Is that everyone?"

"What you wanted more?" Wong snapped back at him. But it was at that moment from the rubble of the facility that still stood, Giant Man came out bursting through the rubble. He opened his palm to reveal Hulk, Rhodey who was now in the Patriot suit and on top of his shoulder wielding a gun was a grinning Rocket Raccoon.

*My POV*

This was it. The final fight that hopefully end all of this. Thanos took everything from me, and this time I wasn't gonna let him win again. As our side cheered and proclaimed out a battle cry and my chimeras all roared and stamped their feet to the ground, we were showing Thanos that we weren't gonna back down.

We we're going to fight, whatever it takes.

As we all got into position and my chimeras all crouched down, fur, feathers and scales riled up ready for a fight, I heard Steve proclaim.

"AVENGERS!!!" I saw Thor's hammer actually go to him and as he caught it he took a pause before finally saying. "Assemble." With a battle cry from Thor as well as all of us we charged head on.

Ships, choppers, a Pegasus and bird chimeras took to the skies while the rest of us charged head on. Battle cries, screeches, roars and snarls were heard all around as I led the charge with Sam, Dean, Mitchell, Dani and Gen running beside me, all of us baring our fangs, roaring and snarling.

It was then Thanos' army charged toward us. All those that we had once killed were now alive again like the Black Order as well as the alien dogs were back. But just like five years ago, we'll end them too.

Both sides charged at each other. The forces of good and evil facing head on until finally we all meshed together in swords, weapons, teeth and claws. I first tackled one of the Chitauri aliens and literally ripped their head right off their body. Then just before an army of them could come at me, I unleashed the famed weapon that made the Bad Wolf most fearful, the super bark.

They went off flying into the air before being caught by the talons of my bird chimeras and were tossed around like prey before being torn apart limb from limb. I saw the Winchester pride working together to bring down one of the alien gorillas that Thanos had. Sam and Dean tackled the arms and shoulders while Dani and Gen worked together to bring him down by going for the head.

As I took down a few more Chitauri as well as some alien dogs I soon saw Tony getting outmatched by the Hulk sized alien. I growled and as Tony was knocked to the ground I charged head on. I saw two spiderwebs get shot at the Hulk alien's arms forcing him backwards.

That's when I leaped over Tony starling baring my claws and teeth at him before tackling him to the ground. I pinned his arms down, my metal claws digging into his armor as I licked my chops and bared my fangs down at him before immediately barking and snarling as I went for the head.

Like ripping apart a piece of meat, I heard the bones in his neck break and rip apart as I now held his head in my mouth and quickly disposed of it. Standing guard over the corpse , blood dripping from my fangs daring anyone who was nearby to come at me.

To the aliens that witnessed this horrific scene, they all just ran off but that was futile as I saw Gen and Sam ambushing them along with some of the leopard chimeras.

'Have at them my felines.' I muttered before turning to Parker. 'Thanks for the leverage Peter.'

"Wait—she wolf? Is—is that you holy cow you—you have a metal arm now? That's awesome chick. I-I-I mean well I....."

'It's cool Pete. You're not so bad yourself.' I walked off the corpse of alien Hulk before turning to Tony. Peter looked the same way I did and leapt over and said as he helped Tony stand up.

"Hey. Holy cow! You will not believe what's been going on. Do you remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty? And I must've passed out because I woke up and you were gone. But Doctor Strange was there right? And he was like....'it's been five years come on they need us'. And then he started doing the yellow sparkly things that he always does." I rolled my eyes at Peter's rambling.

But it was then I saw Tony walking right up to Peter before finally giving him a hug. Peter asked what he was doing but when he realized he was getting a hug from his idol and mentor, he relaxed and said as he hugged him back.

"Oh, this is nice." That's when Tony turned his attention on me. He let go of Peter and walked right up to me. I lowered my ears briefly and the two of us were silent and he said.

"Again I refuse to yell at a sad wolf. Let me see your human form now missy." I obeyed him and the second I turned human, he hugged me as well. I was tense at first because I didn't know how he would react this way.

I mean the last time we saw each other we—didn't end things very well. He believed that I had died that day in Siberia and I forced him to think that, not once did I send him something to show that I was okay because I was still pissed at him for pointing the targeting Bucky who had no control of his actions at the time.

But when I saw that he wasn't going to yell or even hit me, I relaxed and embraced him back.

"When this is all over, we're gonna have a serious talk young lady. But first please tell me I didn't give you that." He gestured to my metal arm.

"It's unrelated." He nodded then as the three of us looked out at the battle raging around us.

"Alright you two, go be Avengers." Peter and I nodded and as his helmet came back up and he swung away, I phased into my wolf form and raced off.

I assisted anyone nearby with either my skills as a sorceress, using my Native American transformer weapon, or phasing into my wolf form to take down the bigger prey. It wasn't until I was taken by surprise by old alien blue-haired bitch from five years ago. I snarled at her and I leapt at her in my wolf form, the two of us rolling around in the dirt. She had me pinned but just before she could stab right through me, a massive black furred body tackled her and proceeded to rip her head off.

Snarls and growls were heard as well as choked cries from her as her head came right off and it was tossed aside. I shook myself of the dirt and sniffed the canine in front of me. He turned around and I knew those fiery golden eyes anywhere.

'Rauri?'

'A mhuirnín?' we slowly walked towards each other in our wolf forms.

'Oh my god....'

'Is it—it is you. You're here. You're really here!' he tackled me and proceeded to lick and nuzzle into my neck. The two of us grunting and whimpering happily and lovingly.

Phasing into human form, Rauri and I cupped each other's faces and immediately kissed each other with desperate passion.

"I thought I lost you." He said between our kisses. I smiled sadly and I said.

"Me too. But you did what I had asked you to do."

"Avenge you. But I—"

'Uhh excuse me?' we turned and there were the Winchester family, Mitchell and Marie trying to take down one of the alien gorillas. 'We get that you missed each other but do you think you could save the mooshie, love-dovie talk after the battle is done?' I turned to Rauri and said.

"Two Bad Wolves on the hunt?"

"My love I've been waiting five years to go on a hunt with you." Our eyes glowed wolf yellow and we both charged head on before leaping in our wolf forms, fangs and claws out as we both tackled the gorilla down and the two of us going for the killing strike.

*3rd Person POV*

As the war continued to rage on, Doctor Strange was sending up with wisps of Nazareth up from the ground on some of the Chitauri before sending them to another dimension. As he landed, Morowa landed beside him and her Jaguar helmet receded and she looked at the new Sorcerer Supreme and said.

"So. Stark said one out of 14 million we win right? Tell me now this is it?"

"If I tell you what happens, it won't happen." said Doctor Strange. Morowa rolled her eyes and said.

"Now I see why she chose you." Then without even his knowledge, one of the alien dogs came towards Strange but Morowa summoned a long whip and caught the dog by it's neck. She pulled it towards her before stabbing it with her spear. "And don't pull your whips like your punching, let it flow like an extension of your arm."

Without even looking she summoned another whip to wrap around a Chitauri's ankle before bringing it to her and she did a spinning sidekick.

"Like that." She cocked her head before reactivating her helmet and she took off running over the rubble to take down more of Thanos' goons. Strange shook his head and muttered.

"Show off."

"At least she proved a better rookie than you were." Wong spoke up after sending an alien to the highest point of Mount Everest. Strange glared at him before Wong summoned out a shield and blocked another alien's attack.

As Bucky continued to fire away at any nearby alien that came within shooting range he fired at them till he saw an old piece of rubble just ahead of him. From above he looked up and saw one of Thanos' ships and he got to thinking back to the battle with Connor.

"Steve!" After he used Mjolnir to knock out one of the bigger aliens he turned towards his best friend and Bucky said, "Follow me and give me some cover!" Steve nodded and as Buck raced on ahead, Steve covered his friend till the two of them reached the rubble of a steel door.

"What have you got in mind Buck?" asked Steve.

"Alright, we're gonna put this on our backs and when I saw go, lift hard." He nodded and the two super soldiers picked the steel door up and almost on cue, they saw (y/n) in wolf form taking down an army of aliens with her super bark. He let out a loud whistle. "WOLFIE! RAIJU!!!" They lowered the shield downwards so that (y/n) could easily hop right onto it.

With narrowed eyes, (y/n) charged towards the two soldiers and as soon as all four paws touched the steel door, Bucky cried out.

"NOW!" and with a strong lift upwards, the two soldiers pushed (y/n) towards the closest ship. And just like back in Wakanda, her wolf body began to spark with lighting and her eyes turned soulless white with spiritual energy.

Lowering her head and much like she was able to back in her days during Hydra, and like what happened with Connor in Wakanda, she headbutted the closest ship Thanos had and it exploded into smithereens.

Everyone around was in brief awe and as Rauri howled out victoriously, all the chimeras cheered for their matriarch alpha female in the success of using her most powerful weapon she had gained during her stay at Wakanda, the move that had set them all free.

She landed safely on the ground and shook herself of the rubble as she stared up at the sky to see the ship fall down to the ground before exploding into a bigger flame.

'Maria, you and any other bird chimera grab as many of our allies as you can and take them away from the west part of the field'. She said in her collar.

'On it Alpha.' Soon hundreds upon hundreds of bird chimeras swooped down and began picking up any Ravager, Wakandan soldier, sorcerer, and Avengers member they could find. 'It's all clear go for it!' And with that all clear, (y/n) used her resonance howl and blew the fire towards Thanos' army, burning them alive.

The two super soldiers watched in awe at this Alpha she-wolf and Steve couldn't help but be proud.

"When was she able to do that?"

"Steve you don't know the half of what she can do. She's really grown not only as a warrior, but as a leader."

"I can see that. Seems our young She-wolf is all grown up now."

"Indeed she is." Bucky said.

"Alright come on, let's see if we can't help her out." The two super soldiers nodded before running towards her.

*A/N: START AT 59 seconds*

In another part of the battle, Thanos was killing any hero on sight and he growled out.

"Where's Nebula?" one of his Black Order members, Corvus Glaive who stabbed an Asgardian with his spear said.

"She's not responding."

"Sire." Ebony Maw said in alert as he pointed outwards. It was then Thanos saw up ahead Clint Barton running with the gauntlet containing the stones.

As he ran through the army of aliens, Clint used his katana to cut down any aliens coming at him head on. But when an explosion happened behind him, he went rolling forward but he caught himself and using his glove, he fired a mini poison dart towards his assailant. As it went down, he turned to see a whole army charging right at him.

But the next thing he knew, two figures in a black and gold Vibranium catsuits came in front of them, both of them sending powerful kinetic energies at the army knocking them down.

"Clint!" two voices called out to him. The two figures turned and the helmets came down to reveal T'Challa and Morowa standing before him.

"Give it to us." Said T'Challa. Then like passing the flag over in a game of capture the flag, Clint handed the gauntlet to T'Challa and the two Wakandans turned towards the army.

"Just like the Masai Maura all over again ehh brother?"

"You and I remember our training at the Masai Maura very differently." Said T'Challa as both their helmets came back over their faces.

Then like two cats running through the plains, both T'Challa and Morowa skillfully dodged every threat that came towards them. And if one got surrounded, they'd toss the gauntlet over to the next cat warrior who was open.

Both using their suits once they were fully powered up to send a powerful wave through the army, knocking them all out. But it was when T'Challa had sent his powerful kinetic energy wave outwards, that he was suddenly knocked down by a double axe sword, which caused him to drop the gauntlet.

Morowa ran towards her brother and the two saw Thanos catch his sword and trudge towards them. But before he could take another step, someone landed between him and the two Wakandans. Red energy surrounded the area and all he was were gleaming red eyes.

It was Wanda Maximoff. And she was pissed.

"You took everything from me!" She snarled lowly.

"I don't even know who you are." Thanos snapped.

"You will." Wanda said lowly and threateningly. Her hands glowed as she began levitating in the air as well as bringing up two very large loads of rubble.

She fired one rubble pile at Thanos followed by the other, before finally landing down and using her own powers head on to hold of Thanos allowing T'Challa and Morowa to make their escape and grab the gauntlet.

But the ground around the gauntlet began to lift up, all thanks to Ebony Maw. The two of them leapt for the gauntlet unfortunately, they were now being squeezed to death by the earth surrounding them. T'Challa tried to keep hold of the gauntlet but he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be forced to let it go.

"I got it!" the two looked up to see Peter Parker swinging in and T'Challa immediately tossed him the gauntlet. Peter caught it before landing on the ground. "Activate instant kill!" the eyes of his suit lowered and gleamed red and his Iron spider legs came out and began to stab any alien that came right at him.

Back with Thanos and Wanda, Thanos tried to slice her in half with his axe sword but Wanda stopped him using her telekentic powers. His arrogance of his previous fights so far against the Avengers, he thought she'd be no different and that he could land a blow on her.

But he was wrong.

With a slight smirk and a gleam in her red eyes, Wanda sent a powerful upper palm strike which actually cut Thanos' weapon in half and sent it flying a good several yards away from him. Immediately using her left hand, she forced Thanos to rise into the air.

His entire body glowing with her energy as she now began ripping apart piece by piece, painfully slow every inch of his armor. Fearing for his own life and in his own narcissistic manner, Thanos proclaimed.

"RAIN FIRE!"

"But sire, our troops." Proclaimed Corvus.

"JUST DO IT!!" Thanos cried out in pain. And it was then his main ship unleashed all their guns and rained hellfire upon everyone down below.

Not only were the Avengers attacked, but all his ships and his army were also attacked too. As Wanda tried to protect herself, she was soon flow high above the air which forced her to free Thanos from her grasp. But just before she could land on the floor, a giant black mass caught her and shielded her.

'Hang on sister! Keep your head down!' From the voice coming from the collar, she knew it was Rauri. She ducked underneath his wolf stomach and he protectively wrapped himself around her shielding her with his Vibranium suit.

As the guns continued to fire down, Pepper ceased firing for a brief moment to see the lake beside the facility starting to unleash a flood down towards the battlefield.

"Uhh, is anyone else seeing this?" she asked through her commlinks. Doctor Strange who was the closest to the flooding, quickly ran towards the bottom of it and using his powers, created an air-like shield to keep the water up in a tornado shape. Because he knew if the water would rush down, everyone would be flooded.

Meanwhile back with Peter, he was starting to get overwhelmed by the army of alien dogs attacking him.

"I got this. I got this. Okay I don't got this. Help! Somebody help!" Steve who was currently riding on top of (y/n) had her stop and he said.

"Hey Queens, heads up." He then tossed Mjolnir across the field and then he told (y/n) as he unmounted her. "Go find him." She nodded then ran across the field to find Peter.

*My POV*

I sniffed the air for Peter's scent and that's when I saw Pepper in the blue Iron woman suit carrying Peter across the sky before sending him up towards a woman flying on a Pegasus. Wow and I thought those things didn't exist, but then again I've seen weirder so I'm one to talk.

I kept my eyes focused on them and just as a beam shot right in front of them. I ran up on top of a pile of dead alien corpses and leapt up towards Parker. As he grabbed the gauntlet, I grabbed him and I landed on the ground.

'Hang on tight Spiderman!' I ran back around but soon multiple shots were fired right down on us. I dodged as many of them as I could, sliding my claws against the earth to try and redirect myself (god I wish Hydra had turned me into a cheetah at this point).

Suddenly a blast came in front of us sending the two of us flying. I landed rolling on the ground in my human form. I groaned and tried to pull myself up but that's when another round of hellfire came raining down upon us.

"DUCK DOWN PETE!!" I exclaimed as the two of us crawled underneath a pile of earth and I got on top of him in my wolf form and fully activated the suit so that it would go around me as well as activating a shield to surround us. 'Keep your head down!' I said to him as all that surrounded us were grunts and the sound of constant gunfire.

I don't know how long it lasted, probably forever but it was then everything went dead silent. I perked my ears to see if I could hear anything and I thought I heard the sound of a sonic boom coming from the sky.

I deactivated the shield and that's when I saw the guns that once rained fire on up, were now firing at the sky.

'What the hell?' Next thing I saw coming down from the sky was this massive amount of energy. As powerful maybe even more than my Raijū form. It slammed right down into Thanos' ship immediately stopping the guns and when I took a closer look, I saw that it was actually not a weapon from a ship or missile, but a woman.

She flew back underneath Thanos' ship and like an exploding firework, his ship blew apart as the woman glowed like a giant start in the sky. Next thing I saw, Thanos' ship fell right into the river. Then the woman came and landed right over us.

She had blonde hair that had a combed over mohawk style haircut and she wore a red, blue and gold military suit of some kind. Her eyes were hard like stone as she stared down at us.

"Hi.....I'm Peter Parker, and this is (y/n) (l/n)."

'Williams now. (Y/n) Williams.' I said. At that point her eyes grew soft and a warm smile spread across her face as she said.

"Hey Peter Parker, (Y/n) Williams. You both got something for me?" we both stood up and as Peter held the gauntlet, we turned and saw the rest of Thanos' army heading straight toward us.

"I don't know how you're gonna get through all that." Peter said exhaustedly as he handed that gauntlet to the woman.

"Don't worry." Wanda said as she came flying in with the Valkyrie warrior on her Pegasus.

"She's got help." Okoye said as her and my mom came from our right. Pepper then landing beside my mom. All of my female chimeras came surrounding us as well as Shuri, the three alien girls, and the woman in the wasp suit.

'Get out of here Peter. We can handle this from here.' I told him. He nodded and backed off. I turned towards the army that was charging head on at us.

It was an all-female army versus the army of Thanos.

"Hey she-wolf." The blonde woman said to me. As half the girls charged head onto battle. I turned to her and she continued, "that powerful surge I felt on my way over here. Was that you?"

'Yeah I—I sorta call it my Raijū form, it's something I recently—well sorta recently discovered.'

"You know I think combined together we could cause them serious hell. Care to join alongside me?"

'I don't know. I never knew I could do it twice in a row.'

"Well if it's anything like this," she held her hand up into a fist forming that powerful surge I had witnessed earlier. "All you have to do is just let it all out." I turned towards my female chimeras and I said.

'Gen, Dani. Lead the advance, go!' they nodded and it was then Gen gave the command.

'Chimeras attack!' soon all my female chimeras charged head on to help the rest of the ladies with the battle. I took a deep breath and got into a hunting position.

I focused my energy on bringing back my Raijū abilities and once I had it, I opened my eyes and just let it go and allowed the power to consume over me.

"There you go She-wolf, let's show 'em what we got." I let out a powerful resonance howl and thanks to my enhanced raijū powers, it made my howls twice as dangerous and deadly.

The woman and I charged head on and like two firing sonic bombs, we both bombarded through the army with her holding the gauntlet and me racing beside her sending out either sonic super barks or sonic resonance howls.

We got closer to the van that was going to be our time portal to get the stones back to where they came from before Thanos can even get ahold of them.

But I saw Thanos charging right for us so I let out a sonic resonance howl towards him which sent him backwards but it wasn't until three additions blasts that really got him flying backwards. Just before the woman and I got any closer to the van, a giant sword slammed right into the tunnel which sent quantum energy out sending everyone within range backwards. I rolled around on the ground and as I skidded across the floor, my vision went black.

*3rd Person POV*

After the blast and the gauntlet was now lying there in the middle of the ground, Tony removed a dead alien corpse off of him and saw the gauntlet just a few feet away from him. He turned to see Thanos going right for it, but he quickly tackled him to the side so that he couldn't get to it.

But with a jab of his elbow right into his face, Tony was sent flying backwards with a harsh grunt and lay on the ground completely exhausted. Thanos went for it again but just before he was inches away from it, Thor stepped in front of him and swung Stormbreaker at him.

Using both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir against Thanos, Thor managed to keep Thanos distracted from grabbing the gauntlet. He managed to force Thanos a few steps away then he turned back to grab the gauntlet but he was grabbed by his cape so swinging Stormbreaker again he tried to go for the head but Thanos caught his axe.

Thor called back his hammer and crossed it over Thanos' hand trapping him in an X lock as lighting sparked through Thor's veins and lite up his eyes as he yelled at the mad titan. Taking his chance, Steve leapt up and got onto Thanos' back and held him in a choke hold.

Enraged and having enough of their persistence, Thanos broke free of Thor's grip before headbutting him, knocking the God of thunder out. He then grabbed Steve by the back of the head and flipped him over his shoulder before standing over him and delivering a single punch to his head knocking him out as well.

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With no one to stop him this time, Thanos finally grabbed the gauntlet but just before he could put it on, he was tackled and the sound of snarling and growling was heard. He tossed the mass of fur aside only to reveal Rauri standing in front of him snarling and baring his teeth.

Taking note to how his arms and biceps were now easy access thanks to his sister in law. Rauri went for the painful strike of getting right at his left bicep, hoping that by biting as hard as he could, it would cause Thanos to drop the gauntlet.

But all that did was make Thanos even more impatient and more angrier. He yanked on Rauri's neck hide in a choke-like manner forcing him to let go and he then sent a punch Rauri's way. But he got back on his feet and snarled at the mad titan again with tail raised high and fur on end.

He then tackled Thanos to the ground and the two rolled snapping and snarling at each other. When Thanos managed to pin Rauri down, using his Vibranium back claws, he scratched Thanos' armor slowly chipping away at it but till not doing enough damage. But it did give Rauri the chance to get out from underneath Thanos and hop onto his back in human form.

Using the fighting skills he learned from his wife way back when they first met. He ensured to have his legs wrapped around Thanos' waist as he used the Vibranium claws on his armor to deeply scratch down Thanos' arm and anywhere near his face. He even unleashed his fangs and took a bite into Thanos' cheek scarring his face up pretty bad.

Thanos let out a painful yell before finally reaching for Rauri and tossing him down to the ground. But he ensured to keep hold of Rauri's arm as he held it behind his back and over his head. Rauri tried to free himself but all that did was cause Thanos to dislocate his shoulder which sent out a cry of agony out of Rauri.

He was then grabbed by Thanos and tossed aside like trash just like he did to Stark. He grabbed the gauntlet again and this time he succeeded in placing it on his right hand. Just as he felt the power of the stones surging through him, he let out a cry but just before he could snap his fingers together, another figure tackled him.

*My POV*

When I woke up, I could hear the anguish cries of my husband. And when my vision became clear I watched as Thanos holding my husband's arm way above and behind his back and I think I might've also heard bones breaking. But it was when I saw him toss my husband aside like trash that it became personal.

Because when you mess with one wolf, you get the whole pack. Especially if that wolf is the Alpha's mate.

Feeling absolute rage as I saw Thanos place the gauntlet on is hand, I activated my raijū powers once more and charged at Thanos. Just before he could snap his fingers, I cried out a battle cry as I grabbed his right hand and kept his fingers apart from each other so that he couldn't snap them.

"You are not taking my family away from me again!" I snarled out as I allowed my raijū powers to increase with the burning rage I felt inside me. Thanos and I fought for dominance and then he decided to headbutt me, which of course didn't work as I kept my sharp glare at him.

I then unleashed my spirit wolf to come forward and pin him down while snarling down in is face. I let out a fearsome cry as my fangs came out and my eyes went from soulless white to wolf gold.

Of course the bastard had to cheat as he pulled out the power stone and held it in his other hand before closing it into a fist and punching me right in the chest sending me flying in the air.

*3rd Person POV*

Seeing this all unfold, Tony felt like they were going to lose again. This Thanos proved to be even more savage and deadlier than the one they faced five years ago. He looked towards Stephen Strange and Strange who was still maintaining the water, turned towards Stark.

As the two of them stared at each other, Stephen with a shaky hand, slowly lowered his middle, ring and pinkie fingers signaling to Stark.

One way.

It was then Tony realized what that one way meant. He knew what he had to do in order for this one victory to be the way they would save the universe.

Thanos reconnected the Power stone back to it's original spot and he once again felt the power of the stones surging through his body. Quick as a whip, Tony took hold of the gauntlet and held on as tightly as he could.

Thanos kneed him in the gut but Tony held on strong. He tried to go for a punch but Stark blocked it till finally Thanos just knocked him aside sending Tony away. Readjusting the gauntlet he stared at it in awe.

"I am....inevitable." then he snapped his fingers together. Only to hear a loud CLANK. Confused Thanos looked to the glove and turned it over. Only to see the Stones were gone.

But when he looked towards Tony, he saw all six of the stones moving up along his right palm and once all six stones were in place, Tony held back the agonizing scream as he felt the radiation from the stones starting to burn him alive.

The mad titan was horrified at what he saw. He had allowed his arrogance to blind him to what Stark had truly planned out.

"And I....." Tony panted out. "Am....." he glared pure hatred towards Thanos before finally whispering out strongly. "Ironman."

And with a single snap, a flash of bright light boomed around Tony and thunder rumbled in the sky.

*My POV*

As Mitchell and Maria helped me back up onto my feet I was in shock to what I had just seen. The first thing to turn to ash was one of those leviathan ships that was heading towards Rocket ready to swallow him whole.

Then the remaining army, but not just that everything related to Thanos. His ships, the fallen soldiers of his army, his order, everything Thanos had strived to create to get to this moment was turning to ash.

I turned towards my marine Betas and they looked at me in shock as well as awe. We went over to Rauri and Mitchell helped him stand up and we all watched as Thanos was forced to watch everything he worked for disappear.

Just like he made us watch as our loved ones disappeared all those years ago.

When only he remained, my beta chimeras surrounded him and the exhausted Titian just looked at them before finally sitting down defeatedly. Rauri and I walked towards him and stood in front of him glaring down at him. He sighed so softly it was like the breeze of the wind.

The two of us turned to each other before nodding. We looked back at him and leaned down towards him before softly blowing out some air and at that second, Thanos turned to ash and faded away.

"It is finished." I said. I looked up to Rauri and nuzzled into his chest and with his working arm, he wrapped it around me and kissed the top of my head. But it was then I remembered. "Tony."

I raced towards him and was horrified at what I saw. His skin was almost charcoal grey, he looked like ash from a fireplace, blood was pouring out from his nose and the corner of his mouth, and the right side of him was almost completely burned away.

Rhodey who stood beside him only nodded knowing that there was no way he would survive this.

"Tony." I choked out. I knelt down beside Rhodey and cupped the side of his face and he mouthed out.

"(N/n)."

"I-I.....you promised me we'd try to sort what happened in Siberia out. But I—I can't do that if you die. Please Tony I—I can't....I can't lose you too. Please Tony I—I'm sorry Tony I'm so, so sorry....." tears kept falling down my face as Rhodey gently picked me up and I soon felt Rauri's arm wrap around me and I wept into his chest.

At this point Peter came swinging in and he was just as heartbroken as I was as I heard him choke out.

"Mr. Stark? Hey! Mr. Stark, can you hear me? It's Peter. Hey. We won, Mr. Stark. We won, Mr. Stark. We won! You did it, sire, you did it. I'm sorry.....Tony." At this point Peter was like me at this point, trailing off crying as Pepper and Rhodey gently backed him away from Tony. Finally Pepper knelt in front of Tony.

"Hey." She softly said as she placed her hand over the arc reactor at the center of his chest.

"Hey, Pep." He softly whispered as he placed his hand over hers.

"Friday?" Pepper said and that's when I could hear Friday say.

'Life functions critical.' Oh god please don't tell me it's true.

The two of them stared lovingly at each other and all I could see even though the life was fading from his eyes, Tony was showing pure love as he stared at Pepper. Almost like he was trying to memorize her face one last time.

"Tony? Look at me." Pepper told him as Tony now tried to look away. He groaned weakly and wheezed softly as Pepper smiled assuringly but still having tears in her eyes. "We're gonna be okay. You can rest now."

And with that I heard Tony take his last breath. The light on his arc reactor die out, his hand fall lifelessly from Pepper's, and finally the last amount of life in his eyes went dull and empty.

Pepper's lip quivered as she lowered her head for a moment before kissing Tony's cheek and bowing her head to sob against his shoulder. It was then I knew, no we all knew.

Tony Stark was dead. Sacrificing himself to save billions of people across the universe.

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We all stood there in silence and that's when I saw Clint bow down with his left leg forward pressing his head to his hand. T'Challa and my mom soon followed after turning to Clint, the both of them having the same leg out in front.

The blonde woman turned to them and she followed behind, while at the same time a man wearing some sort of red garb that looked alien to me also kneeled down. The blue robotic alien woman followed his lead immediately joined by the Valkyrie warrior.

Scott also joined in bowing. Steve followed suit then Thor, and Stephen Strange who held guilt in his eyes probably knowing that this is what had to happen in order for us to win.

I then phased into my wolf form and bowed respectfully for Tony. Rauri followed suit and tried to bow as best he could with a dislocated leg, every single one of my chimeras followed behind us. Soon the rest joined in, Bucky, Sam, Shuri, Okoye, Wanda, Rhodey, Peter, Bruce, the woman in the wasp suit, even the other aliens.

Every single one of us was bowing with our left foot forward as a sign of respect and gratitude to a man that sacrificed his life in order to save us all. A hero that should never be forgotten, the one who started it all.

Anthony Howard Stark.

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charismastaticarchive · 5 years ago

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manuela hc:

the grande dame : an exploration of lgbt/camp tropes and anime jokes leading to a complex and likable portrayal of a modern day stock tropes.’

the grande dame is a stock trope of Older Women who represent the stuffy, uppity matronly upper class to comedic effect.

from the tvtropes page : ‘they are usually a spinster or widow’ (such as manuela is Forever Unlucky In Love) and if they are married they will be a patron of the arts that drags her husband to operas, even more cultured than the ‘prima donna’ (which manuela was implied to be in the past, but has grown past to become a highly educated professor healer and warrior in addition to her talents in theatre). when the grande dame does have a sympathetic streak, they tend to be an oddball themself (like manuela). she can be a ‘moral guardian’ (and manuela’s skills are in faith magic and she does believe in the goddess), but failing their duty towards ‘respectability’ they turn to drink. (which sounds exactly like manuela).

we could just say that manuela was thus a complicated prima donna that gave up the theatre and turned to drink after aging out of her youthful beauty, into a grande dame figure. certainly, if you look at examples of the grande dame in classical literature, it seems to be a very open-and-shut stock caricature played completely for comedic effect, as does manuela’s whininess and flirtatious milf/cougarness and ‘well i never!’ esque tone. (and she certainly does seem to turn to drink for that very reason.)

but why would u ever compare an OPERA SINGER to classic literature when u could instead compare her to the stage and screen? she’s an actress with a theatrical personality. and that’s where the lgbt readding comes in, as well as why so many lgbt people are attached to manuela, and characters like manuela, in my opinion.

the grande dame has a storied history with the lgbt community. first and foremost, in western society, there was a long history where only men could be actors (this was true in many other places of course, but we’re focusing on the west as manuela’s characterization is mostly focused on western tropes).

matronly older women characters played for comedic effect (such as the nurse in romeo&juliet, among other such classic roles), were thus played by men in drag. but the tradition of drag for matronly older women in theatre continued long after, to the point where the ‘pantomine dame’ is a storied character/trope in british pantomine---noted for its camp and ‘over the top’ performances, and the tradition continued across the sea in vaudeville drag performances---where lgbt people could graduate from grande dame roles to primma donnas in starring roles as women themselves, regardless of their assigned gender.

after the decline of the vaudeville era BECAUSE of its connection to the lgbt community (and sex work) during the prohibition/”progressive” era, the grande dame (and the inherent camp/gay sensibility of an older woman) did not just STOP EXISTING in the consciousness of western people, and especially not western lgbt people.

no, instead, the grande dame evolved into a still classically camp (over the top, out of place) but a character ever-more entangled in other classic tropes for tough/fierce/unhinged/dramatic women, that we still can see traces of today in every genre that lgbt people are attracted to.

from horror (whatever happened to baby jane and the 'hagsploitation’ that followed it) to musicals (mama rose in ‘rose’s turn’ is literally my tag for manuela but also cats the musical’s ‘memories’ could basically be the benevolent/sad grande dame mood), to fairy tales and children’s stories (Mother Gothel from tangled tho u could make a case for every disney woman villain and also scar as being one tbh, but also mia’s mother in a princess diaries is definitely one, and so is professor macgonagall), to spy dramas (judi dench), to biopics (from joan crawford to every queen pretty much ever) alllll the way back around to drag again (if you’ve ever watched drag race? half the winning snatch games are dames lol). to basically everything ryan murphy has ever done in his whole damn life, especially with Mother Jessica Lange.

the grande dame’s mean strictness and spite has come to represent a trapping for her secret vulnerability/softness (which is the source of her beauty), something lgbt people in particular can relate to as they have to hide their self/love from a world. the camp grande dame is almost always obsessed with beauty and age (so much of our community can’t picture getting old---or doesn’t want to, with many people being deathly afraid of hair loss due to hormones, etc. and then when it comes to attractiveness, attractiveness is often our measure of worth especially in the trans and gay sector, where ‘passing’ or ‘masculinity’ is viewed as a shorthand for ‘respectability’---and so many of us judge each other so harshly based on looks.) but more than anything, the grande dame is always LONELY, or alone, whether it be from being the best/most powerful/rich (and it’s lonely at the top), or in imposed exile due to her age/lack of beauty, the terrible things she’s done, the grande dame is almost always a metaphor for lgbt loneliness.

manuela’s characterization very much abides by these classic camp/gay sensibilities (as well as the classic ones). the modern day gay reading of the grande dame is a much more textured and layered one---but often, grande dames such as they done by judi dench in the 007 movies, or even ryan murphy using jessica lange in the politician---are still objectified by the male gaze with either sexual jokes, or as being made ‘more’ OR ‘less’ than human.... because the grande dame is such a stock trope (even when more complicated by Us Gays), the grande dame is either hypercompetent (in the case of litcherally all of judi dench’s characters or julie andrews’ characters, a Badass Older Woman who is not allowed to be anything more Than Tough And Perfect even when she is in a frenzied huff) or, on the other side of the coin, a complete and total joke or a sob story or picture of an abuser (or all three at once), such as in the case of All Jessica Lange’s Ryan Murphy Characters. Please God Let This Woman Be Free Of Ryan Murphy’s Clutches.

manuela, to me, represents an interesting figure in the Grand Canon of Grande Dames.

because while she is in every way an anime character---she represents a trope in anime we don’t see often. there are not a lot of older women characters in anime, and when they are---they are usually mid-20s maximum, or they are Sexually Dominant Women, extremely strong and competent women that Can And Will Beat Your Ass ( such as in the case of tsunade from naruto OR lotus from 999, etc). manuela is, thankfully, neither of these.

while fe3h presents manuela as a joke---like classic grande dames were presented as jokes, the way that manuela is presented, is as an ANIME character with ANIME jokes to people who are ALL familiar at this point with anime jokes, and we are able to relate to her more on a human level than we would relate to the fussy, bitter, overly loquacious grande dames of literature.

the average anime gamer can’t relate to a jane austen biddy talking to you about how the man you are dating is not of marriagable status, and does not think that is funny. but the average anime gamer WILL see you give manuela a porn magazine she thinks is ‘very valuable’ and chuckle a bit to themselves.

but more than that---the game really wants you to LIKE manuela. it makes her relatable to the average gamer who hasn’t cleaned their room in weeks---that sometimes will eat food off the floor, that likes to sing a little too loudly and who feels lonely sometimes (or always).

and even more than any of that, instead of presenting manuela as an UGLY or evil old woman, or an abuser, or an extremely rich woman, and in presenting manuela instead as so very likable and funny, it presents manuela as someone who looks and acts desirable as a friend (and a lover). manuela is a grande dame who is not only sympathetic---she’s human AND FLAWED, just like you, even when her behavior is all jokes and huffiness.

you WANT to be manuela’s friend. you WANT to look deeper into manuela as a person and not a trope---even though she is OBJECTIVELY made up of anime jokes and stock character tropes!

and so this game ends up painting a picture of a lonely woman, a woman who considers herself weak, a woman who is messy, and funny, and loud, who fights (and sometimes is bested by those who are stronger than her)--who pushes other women out of the way to get ahead, but still loves children, who still wants (and deserves) to be loved. even tho most of this information, as manuela relays it to you, is viewed as comedic.

and as manuela is not painted as the grande dame who is a villain---as she is painted so beautifully and theatrically in opera tropes---you can really and truly see her as the star of her own show, a lovely woman trying to live her life the best she can in an adult world that is hard and cruel. just like you are, regardless of ur gender, age, or sexuality.

and from that point of understanding manuela as the grande dame, u can extrapolate manuela in ur own tropes that view her as more human and Deep---and in my opinion, most powerfully, that she is a bisexual woman and hopeless romantic that is most interested in ‘princely’/strong women types. but that’s a hc post for another day.

manuela is THE SUPREME ANIME GRANDE DAME and that anime recontextualization makes her a much better representation of older women than western canon grande dames, the end, send tweet.

#{ ooc: hc }#theres a seperate post here about how some drag that stemmed from vaudeville also stemmed from minstrelsy #stares at r/p/d/r. but we're not gonna TALK about that queens. this is a classic literature ONLY post lmfao #its so funny how so many grande dames are just like real ass people. gays will see a rich woman and go 'I STAN'#{ ch: starting now it's gonna be my turn ; taking bows for me | manuela }#{ hc: starting now it's gonna be my turn ; taking bows for me | manuela }

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Digimon from Esse’s Digimon Adoptions!

Abysmon: Meet Absymon! This digimon is one of my faves. Absymon is really friendly, but a serious and strong fighter. Since he's so powerful, he can take on Champions and beat them too. Depending on their size of course. Absymon is a pretty big digimon, he's approximately the size of Guilmon, only a little bigger. If you adopt him, you'll have to find him a place to hide that is big enough. You'll have to find him a place with soft soil because he loves to dig. Unfortunately, Absymon is kinda clumsy but he's worth adopting do to his loyalty and strenght. He has an uncontrollable craving for chocolate and needs a lot of it before and after a fight so he can energize. Chocolate is after all a strong source of energy. Oddly enough, this digimon is a fan of television and has got a passion for Sabrina the Teenage Witch...he's got this thing for Salem the cat. Finally, Absymon has a little scottish accent :D! His former tamer was scottish. Think you can handle this digimon??? General Information Name: Absymon Type: Spiked Lizard Digimon Attribute: Data Attacks: Fire Spit and Spike Spin Absymon's Attack Absymon's main attack is called Fire Spit. In this attack, he regurgitates fire balls from his mouth and spits them at his enemies. He can spit 3 fire balls per second!!!!! Plus, his fireballs can go on and on until it hits its target, like tiny little fiery torpedos. Also, they are very, but very hot. If I were you, I wouldn't want to stand in Absymon's Fire Spit attack... “

Alambromon: Meet Alambromon! Alambromon is a great companion. He is willing to do anything you ask of him. He is extremely friendly and won't attack unless his is asked or has to. He's also a goof ball and can act very silly at times; he loves a good tummy scratch. General Information Name: Alambromon Level: Rookie Type: Cheetah Warrior Attribute: Data Attack: Iron Desolation Alambromon's Attacks: The chain around him seems to grow a live of its own, the chain grows a large spiked ball at the end of it, and then swings itself at enemies. Alambromon's large feet also provide him with another good attack.

Amphitilomon: Meet Amphitilomon! his description is amazing! Amf (his nickname) is a very loyal friend. With the ability to move better than in his previous forms, Amphitilomon is a very stealthy and very powerful fighter. At this point, Amf is very productive of the person he has "bonded" with when he was a Dusumon. Loyal and hard working, Amf will literally go through fire to help. But he can be a bit moody when it comes to someone being mean. He truly reflects a person's true feelings when it comes to a person's side of compassion and anger towards the evils of the world. Because of this, he will usually speak his mind and might be rude about it, but he does it because he is caring. He loves to swim and explore. His main habitat is a jungle or a swamp, but he has been known to live in the mountains and in the dessert! Other info. about him is he can still see in the dark, but he can now also inflate himself to float on the water! Not to mention he can hold water for a good couple of days, thus his ability to live in the desert. General Information Name: Amphitilomon Type: Reptile Digimon Attribute: Data Attack: Pool Rings, Swamp Gas, and Whirlpool. Amphitilomon's Attacks: Swamp Breath- This attack works as followed. Amf's (his nickname) eyes will turn a pure white, glowing eeirily. When his eyes change, this means he is ready to battle. Amf will then open his mouth and breathe in. As he breathes in and collects the air in his massive lungs, he will look like he has gained alot of weight. Like a frog's throat when he breathes in, his body can exspand in order to take in the air. Once the air is in his lungs, two small sacks (which are attached to the lungs) will release a toxin (that the sacks produce) into the lungs. The toxin will mix with the air and create a greenish-brown colored air. Once the air and toxins are mixed, Amf will release the mixture through his mouth. The mixature will come up through the throat in a large round ball but when passed by the teeth form five spear-like. Because the air is usually hotter on the inside of Amf than outside of Amf (even in deserts), they will turn hard and become real spears (covered in toxins). The spears can also be formed into one massive dagger when Amf's mouth is formed in an "O" shape. When the dagger or spears pierce the enemy, the toxins seep into the body and cause their data to be "corrupt." Meaning they will experiene signs of ickness: weakness, dizziness, etc. The effects are only limited and depending on the type of monster (like Champion) can last for days or hours. It all depends on the monster and how much of the toxins used.

Asharimon: Meet Asharimon! Asharimon is an extremely sweet Digimon, who is also sensible and rarely argues. When she gets mad, though...you'd better run because this sweet little cream puff can turn sour very easily! This digimon is not a flying digimon unfortunately, she may have wings but they cannot support her in flight, they can only allow her to float. General Information Name: Asharimon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Vaccine Attack: Bubble Shield, Blazing Streak Attacks: Bubble Shield(she uses this to put bubbles around herself or whatever she's protecting..it hit hard though, they shatter) & Blazing Streak. To do this, Asharimon's tail starts to glow silver. Once it brightens enough, her tail whips around and a large blast of light hits her enemy, stunning them.

Atlantimon: Meet Atlantimon, Atlantimon is sensible, and doesn't like to go into battle unless she sees that it is the only way out of it, which makes it really friendly. Atlantimon is a cat digimon, like gatomon, but a bit smaller, in a way, Atlantimon resembles a common house cat, unlike the house cat however, Atlantimon is often seen roaming around looking for something to do. If you leave it alone for very long, you will come back to find it reading something. It is very fond of round things, so if you're it's partner you should have a lot of round things for it. The yo-yo is the best toy for it. Despite all of this, Atlantimon is very loyal, and would never betray it's friends. If you want to tame Atlantimon, you must also tame her sister Valenciamon! General Information Name: Atlantimon Type: Angelic Cat Digimon Attribute: Vaccine Attacks: Glittering glass shard, Steel claw and relfection Atlantimon's attack is very special. It's called "Reflection". What happens, is that Atlantimon creates a double. But this double is more powerful than she and much more let say...evil. To fight an opponent, it's twice the power. Plus, if you throw Valenciamon along it's a hell of a trio!

Automon: Meet Automon! Automon is by far, the weirdest digimon I ever had to draw... I suck at cars also so bear with me here. He's a very nice digimon, one can get attached to him very easily. He's very playful and loves digi battles. He hates to be left alone and ignored, this upsets him greatly. General Information: Name: Automon Type: Vehicle Digimon Attribute: Data Attack: Exhaust Blow Automon's Attack He blows exhaust from his mouth (and tail pipe) which can be very poisoning and hurts the eyes.

Avalenmon: Meet Avalenmon! An original idea of mine. And as you can see he was done with "paint" and not adobe this time. Avalenmon is a digimon who lives in caverns. He travels in underground tunnels and in the sewers at times. If you want to become his tamer, you'll have to be willing to get a little dirty cause he will drag you through very messy places. He is an excellent swimmer due to his leathery body suit and skin. His suit protects him from harm also. General Information: Name: Avalenmon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Virus Attack: Ava Bomb Avalenmon's attack: He curls up into a ball on the ground and lifts his tail up in the air. The little ball at the end of his tail explodes and the spikes get thrown at the enemy with an amazing speed and force.

Batmon: Meet Batmon! He's so far the only mean Digimon in the agency!! He was caught terrorizing alley cats when I found him. He doesn't want a partner, in fact, he loathes all humans and despises the idea of serving tamers. He's going to try to run away as much as he can if you adopt him. That's why you'll have to try to bond with him right away. If you're an outlaw, he'll like you right away for sure! If not, well it may take a while. Batmon only goes out at night since he hates the light of day. He can go out in the daylight but hates it with a passion. Is there a positive side to this digimon? Yea there is, once you bond with him, he'll have respect for you for the rest of his life. You'll have to do something big for him but it sure is worth it. Wanna adopt a rebellious digimon? Adopt Batmon! General Information: Name: Batmon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Virus Attack: Shriek Batmon's Attack Batmon's attack is called Shriek. His attack is simply soundwaves coming from his mouth. Really strong and strident. It has a huge impact on insect type digimon. You know like Arukenimon, she could control both Digmon and Stingmon only with the sound of her flute. Well with Shriek, Batmon can control insect Digimon. It has an effect on other types too but not in the same way. It simply hurts their ears. Batmon hates to fight digimon that aren’t insect types. The ones he hates most are "godly" digimons.

Bidionmon: Meet Bidionmon! Basically, he is a total goofball, and never takes anything seriously, he jokes around a lot and sometimes can even be considered stupid or distracted. General Information: Name: Bidionmon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Vaccine Attack: Flaming Needles Bidionmon's Attack he bends down and fires razor sharp needles on fire...ouch

#Esse's Digimon Adoptions #Digimon FDD

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smokeybrandreviews · 7 years ago

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NBA Rant: Inmates Running The Asylum

-So i wrote this yesterday but couldn’t post it. Apparently, Tumblr wouldn’t let me log in. So, i’m posting it today. I know there was a lot of sh*t that happened last night but i’ll get to it in the next rant.-

Whoo, boy, this post-Paul Clippers tenure has been a goddamn roller coaster!

We are 19 games into the season and, goddamn, what the hell is going on in Lesser-LA? You lose Paul. Get shafted in that trade for a bunch of sub-par and injury prone role players. Give Griffin a 173 mil contract on the hopes he’ll actually see the court for the duration and then he goes blows out his knee. Your Coach/GM favors the f*ck out of his mediocre son so you constantly miss out of beneficial trades because he refuses to move his kid, which breeds animosity in the locker room. You have absolutely no offensive talent on the floor outside of the injured Griffin. AND you’re next best asset, Jordan, is on the way out. Cats have actively been shopping him around, too! The Clippers are a f*cking mess. You’d think Junior Buss was running that team. While i’m on that topic...

Should the Clips fire Doc?

It’s been, what? Half a decade and the closest they’ve gotten to a title was the second round? Seriously, the Clips have never been contenders, as much as analyst want you to believe otherwise. Now that they’ve lost Paul in a terrible trade facilitated by Doc, Lost Griffin to injury for the foreseeable future, and have had rumblings of nepotism f*cking up that locker room chemistry, methinks it’s about time for a change. There are some interesting candidates available. Speaking of…

The Grizzlies have fired their coach in an attempt to placate a disgruntled Marc Gasol because that’s how you assure a talent like that, with uncertainty.

Dude’s in a contact year and you’ve installed an interim coach, after firing the coach he actually like, the season before last. Dave Jeager is a goddamn savant at basketball and you send him away in favor of Fizdale? Really? Okay, buddy. On top of all of this, you still might trade Gasol? Why even fire Fizdale then? That doesn’t make a lick of sense!! I had the Grizz in the Playoffs with the lack of competition out West but this is shenanigans. They might as well tear it down and start from scratch. Like the Clippers.

Cats are kind of overreacting to the Cavs right now.

Whether we want to believe they’ve lost it or not, they are still the clear favorites out East. There are no teams that, in a playoff environment, can beat the Cavs in a seven game playoff series. No teams except for the Celtics. The C’s are a force right now and it’s scary. They’ve played brilliant hoop and rattled off an pretty substantial win streak. It’s early, of course, but barring another catastrophic injury (RIP Gordon Hayward) these cats have a real chance to dethrone King James as the Tyrant of the East. Boston looks like they won that trade because, as much as I love Isiah, he ain’t the cure all for what ails the Cavs, man.

Also, Derek Rose is out with yet another knee injury.

Kid’s the new Brandon Roy. Unfortunate…

The Lakers are surprisingly fun to watch.

And they’re winning. I don’t expect them to sneak into the playoffs without an actually star, their core is WAY too young to compete with anyone, but they have shown signs. Ball’s court vision would make any team envious and Randle is a legit force in the paint. Plus, we got all of the cash. All of it. Next offseason should be interesting wooing actual, legitimate, talent to Lalaland. While I’d hope to snatch PG and/or Marc Gasol and another star talent, we’ll probably end up with LeBron or some sh*t. Whoo.

Boy, the Kings gon’ Kings.

They missed out in a trade for Andre Drummond last year in favor of snatching Buddy Heild. Like, Divac had that sh*t done. All that was needed was ink to paper and the Kings would have one of the post players in the league right now. Instead, Viveck vetoed that sh*t because he saw Buddy as the next Curry. Buddy disagreed. Hours after the trade, he literally said his game is nothing like Steph’s game. And, surprise-surprise, the Kings suck this season. But guess who is second out East? Yessir, Detroit. Behind that brilliant play of Avery Bradley and solid anchor action of Drummond, the Pistons have surprised all year. The Kings, not so much. Can you imagine Drummond in Jaeger’s system, playing alongside Collie-Stein or that other trash big they have Scary! What could have been…

Giannis is a goddamn monster!

His time is mediocre but Giannis is a f*cking unicorn. The Bucks better figure out how to keep kid happy because with ability like that, he can write his own story in the NBA.

Kristaps is a Goddamn monster, too!

After severing ties with The Zen Master and Melo, Porzingas has thrived. He looks like he belongs on the court, that he IS a franchise guy.

I like how everyone is surprised that OKC experiment isn’t panning out like they thought.

I called that nonsense the second Anthony waived his No-Trade clause. Everyone wants to say Russ out here balling and that he deserves his MVP and that’s cool or whatever but did they win? Did he take a bad team and elevate them into contention? Did he will his lackluster squad into the West Finals against a stacked Warriors team? No. Russ lost to the guy who he beat out in MVP votes, James Harden. Last season’s MVP WAS Harden. But because he ain’t average a triple-double, he didn’t get the nod. His team beat Russ, and i say run becuase that’s all they were; The OKC Russel Westbrooks. Consistently. His team beat Russ in the Playoffs. Convincingly. His team made it to the Western Conference Finals. The only reason Russ put up the numbers he did was because he was the only viable option on offense. Harden took his guys and made them better while average a near trip-dub all season. Harden should have got that crown last season but politics dictated otherwise. It’s funny to me how The Beard has maintained his numbers and his team is actually doing much better than last year, but Russ is tanking, That’s what happens when you put two ball-dominate guys on the court together, especially when one is coming off winning the most prestigious award outside of an actual chip, for being a ball hog.

On the plus, Paul George is all but guaranteed to be in Laker gold next season because of this nonsense.

Come on home, PG. We love you out here i SoCal!

Ayesha Curry bad as well, manq.

That really doesn’t have anything to do with the current state of the NBA but I saw her picture pop up as I was doing research and, goddamn, Ayesha Curry bad a hell, manq!

The Sixers look legit.

My cousin got drafted to their G-League team, the 87ers (?) so I have a vested interest in their success all of a sudden. It sucks that Simmons is out with an ankle injury but Embiid looks like the truth. They ain’t ready yet, the Cavs proved that last night, But they’re close. The League post-Bron should be mighty interesting. Between the promising kids out in the city of Brotherly love, Those surprising Knickerbocker with that Unicorn of Porzingas as the franchise, All that potential down in Lalaland, and the Greek Freak’s little tribe in Brew City, we good for another decade as far as quality hoop is concerned.

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smokeybrand · 7 years ago

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NBA Rant: Inmates Running The Asylum

Whoo, boy, this post-Paul Clippers tenure has been a goddamn roller coaster!

Should the Clips fire Doc?

The Grizzlies have fired their coach in an attempt to placate a disgruntled Marc Gasol because that’s how you assure a talent like that, with uncertainty.

Cats are kind of overreacting to the Cavs right now.

Also, Derek Rose is out with yet another knee injury.

Kid’s the new Brandon Roy. Unfortunate…

The Lakers are surprisingly fun to watch.

Boy, the Kings gon’ Kings.

Giannis is a goddamn monster!

His time is mediocre but Giannis is a f*cking unicorn. The Bucks better figure out how to keep kid happy because with ability like that, he can write his own story in the NBA.

Kristaps is a Goddamn monster, too!

After severing ties with The Zen Master and Melo, Porzingas has thrived. He looks like he belongs on the court, that he IS a franchise guy.

I like how everyone is surprised that OKC experiment isn’t panning out like they thought.

On the plus, Paul George is all but guaranteed to be in Laker gold next season because of this nonsense.

Come on home, PG. We love you out here i SoCal!

Ayesha Curry bad as well, manq.

That really doesn’t have anything to do with the current state of the NBA but I saw her picture pop up as I was doing research and, goddamn, Ayesha Curry bad a hell, manq!

The Sixers look legit.

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Vellusia In-Depth

An in-depth look at Vellusia Thorne (because I didn’t want to crash TRP). Scroll to the bottom of this post for my RP Style.

“Rose petals and thyme…mother put them in my pillowcase at night. She said that it would protect me, keep me safe. It hasn’t—what good are a handful of crushed leaves and petals when the nightmares are real? But I do it anyway…I do it always.”

-Vellusia to the Druidess Fawnwood ((March, 2017))

Physical

Lower Middle-Class Gilnean: Vellusia’s eyes are a vibrant green, her hair afire with strands of auburn and ginger. Her skin is as pale as any child of a storm-wrought landscape, and is likely unable to tan. A spray of freckles cover her face, most densely gathered on the bridge of her nose. She is neither especially tall, nor short, but hers is an athletic build. Nimble and resilient, her physique is almost diametrically healthier than her mind.

Psychology

A Conflicting Nature: Human at her core, Vellusia is eager and excitable, with a spirit full of mischief and a heart that longs for adventure. She can, at times, be witty and sarcastic, and is unwaveringly loyal to her friends. Strong willed to a fault, Vellusia doesn’t suffer bullies quietly, and in an argument, tends to become frustrated and retaliatory.

Completely at odds with her original (human) personality, Vellusia is haunted by her Worgen Affliction, which she views as a curse. Due to complications with her transformations (see History below), Vellusia is horrified of “losing herself” to the animal within. She has no greater fear.

Having survived a difficult youth before the curse, Vellusia subconsciously fragments herself in times of duress—should she panic or suffer physical harm, she tends to accidentally slip into her own mind for protection leaving nothing but the animal within to steer the ship. This defense mechanism has come at a heavy cost: while in this state, Vell is nearly completely unconscious of her actions, and awakens later to discover what she has done.

Knowing that, as a Worgen, she had mauled a friend in the past, there is nothing in the world she fears more than herself—and that fear feeds into itself, perpetuating the cycle. Determined to fight this fate, Vellusia struggles to gain control, acceptance, and balance within herself...and within her wolf.

The Wolf Within: Vellusia (as a neglected child) had always felt a natural resistance to authority, though, if the position of leadership is made through friendship and respect, she will happily follow orders. Conversely, with Worgen blood now pulsing through her veins, she has a very difficult time denying an order made by whoever she perceives as the alpha of a group. She may resist, but eventually succumb to a command she disagrees with. Vellusia resents this aspect of herself, as she prefers to be a free-thinker and struggles with the concept of losing her free will to blind instinct.

Having suffered an exceptionally rocky transition to Worgen, Vellusia tends to trust and relate to humans most. She is unsettled by Worgen, not out of distaste, but out of insecurity. Their wolfen manner of expression reads as a foreign language to Vell--but, unable to deny her instincts entirely, she has begun to feel the “pull of the pack” when around confident Worgen. Still at odds with herself, the power of influence from Worgen to Worgen frightens her, and she attempts to avoid it.

Vellusia has subconsciously begun to see her human and elven companions as “her pack” and when a member is lost, she suffers deeply.

History

Early Life: Vellusia has told more than a few lies about her past. She spins colorful tales of heroism and tragedy, painting her family as brave and celebrated Watchmen, standing vigil at the mighty eastern-wall tower against a forsaken enemy. She has also been known to include stories about her 7 younger brothers--none of whom exist.

Much as she enjoys a good bit of mischief, Vellusia doesn’t lie for her own amusement, but rather, out of shame. The truth, the reality of her life is something she has always attempted to escape. Her pretty, red-haired mother, Amelia, was not a bold guardian, but suffered from extreme mental instability (manic schizophrenia). And her father, Edgar, was no heroic warrior of the wall, but an apathetic drunk.

The Thorne family had watched over the small tower beside the eastern bridge of scenic Gilneas for five generations, but Vellusia would be the small plot’s final inheritor. Her parents, as she knew them, were incapable of acting as true watchmen.

In rare moments of clarity, Amelia would tell Vellusia stories of brighter days before her breakdown and Edgar’s subsequent alcoholism. If there was a cause for Amelia’s madness, it was never spoken of, and Vellusia could not remember a time when her mother was sane. So frequent were her attacks, that Amelia could go from acting as a sweet and doting mother, to gibbering nonsense, to fits of hysteria and accidental self-harm. Her father only seemed to break from his stupors to save Amelia from damaging herself, just to return swiftly to the bottle.

Witnessing these frightening and chaotic swings at a young age were the cause of Vellusia’s subconscious creating safe places within her mind. Even as a child, she’d run off alone to play in the Blackwald, and pretend her life was something greater.

In many ways, Vellusia raised herself, struggling to balance caring for her parents and making the long trek to the Stormglen Village schoolhouse on foot. Her unfailing optimism and enthusiasm carried her through those early years, and though she was poorer than many of the other village children and was occasionally picked on by bullies, she strode forth, chin-high and determined for a better future.

As a young adult out of options for real change, Vellusia saw her broken parents and considered the very real possibility that she would share their fate: Well-intending, but stagnant, drunk and riddled with madness. Horrified by this concept, she ran away into nature, living in the Blackwald for two whole months. At first, she found living in the dark forest freeing, soothing--but survival on her own proved too difficult to last. Foraging and stealing (when she must) to survive, she finally decided her avoidance was futile: She would become just like her parents.

But returning home, Vellusia found her parents dead. Amelia seemed to have ingested paint in the shed, while Edgar had fallen down the narrow tower steps, his favorite tankard still in his hand. Though she mourned her parents, Vellusia saw their deaths as a mercy to their long suffering. On her last night in her small, tower home, she felt the impression that in some way, her parents had released her. Though, she would always carry the shame of their less-than-glorious deaths.

Packing up what little she had, Vellusia resolved to move to Gilneas-city and leave her troubled home-life far behind. Before departing, she found a false panel in her mother’s narrow closet and discovered an altar. The tiny table was topped with carved boxes, candle stumps and wooden sculptures of dancing figures coated in leaves and vines and thorns. Herb leaves and dried flowers littered the surfaces, alongside small jars of salts and liquids. At the forefront was a dark-silver, crudely wrought necklace: a locket with a five-pointed star across its face. Shocked by this discovery, Vellusia took the strange necklace, but allowed her mother’s secrets to rest.

Attack and Evacutation: Vellusia made her way to Gilneas-city and lived in a tiny hostel with four other women in the shoddy end of town for a mere three months before the Worgen curse tore across the land. Hurrying home after a long shift cleaning tables at the nearby tavern, Vellusia was cornered by a savage, red Worgen with bright yellow eyes. She attempted to reason with him, attempted to defend herself with a nearby plank of wood--but nothing would come between the snarling hunter and his prey.

Quick and violent, and completely devoid of human recognition, the Worgen slammed her against the nearest building and sank his teeth into his shoulder. He probably would have ripped her throat out if a passing nobleman hadn’t fired a shot into the beast’s back. The attacking Worgen whined, released Vellusia, and ran off into the bloody night.

The stretch of time that followed Vellusia’s bite was a blur of horror and delirium. Gilneas had fallen, and with it went Vellusia’s entire world. She doesn’t remember how exactly she survived the early days of her curse, or the evacuation of Gilneas, or the “cure” delivered by the Night Elves. Her transformations were never stable, sometimes overcoming her in her sleep, or in times of extreme stress. In addition to becoming a Worgen, she found herself changing into other animals as well: a large cat, a deer. Even when other afflicted Gilneans grew comfortable with their dual-forms, Vellusia remained lost in a disorienting tempest of animal-takeover.

After fleeing Gilneas, Vellusia befriended a fellow refugee, a Keel-Harbor girl named Collette Worthington. They looked after one another as the pair, and so many others, migrated to Stormwind--but not one day after their arrival, things went terribly wrong. Vellusia, having suffered a post-traumatic nightmare, shifted into her Worgen form and attacked the refugee camp. Awakening in bonds, Vellusia was horrified to hear that she had torn apart three tents before biting Collette’s throat and dragging her down the road. It’d taken four shifted-Worgen to break her from her rampage. The girl, Collette, was lucky to have survived, but she never again spoke to Vellusia--not even to hear her tear-streaked apology.

After that day, Vellusia kept to the shadows, drank more coffee than any human should, and avoided other people as much as possible. Awakening one morning in Elwynn forest beside a hunter’s trap, blood dripping down one shoulder, her long hair severed and laying in ribbons all around her (as she’d apparently torn herself free), she came to the conclusion that if she didn’t find help soon, she would die or worse, kill someone.

It is that realization that drives her to seek the aid of strangers. If the people of Stormwind cannot help her, who can?

Now: Vellusia has begun to make the first real friends she’s had in her life. With their help, she is on a path of recovery. She has, and continues to learn about herself, to grow from each and every experience, and to absorb the wisdom, trust, and acceptance offered to her. With these friendships at the heart of her evolution, Vellusia has already taken ground-breaking strides in the controlling her Worgen form--she refuses to allow herself to harm the people she cares about, and though her troubles are far from over, this has become her strength.

Having recently discovered that her mother had secretly been a harvest-witch before her decline, Vellusia has reclaimed Amelia’s Book of Shadows and seeks to unravel the mysteries within its pages. She hopes that here, she will come to discover the reason for Amelia’s madness, the key to her own shape-shifting complications, and perhaps connect to a magic that runs deeper in her bloodline than she’d ever known.

Vellusia hopes to return the help she’s received from her friends, and someday, to defend Azeroth and make a difference in her world.

((If you’re reading this, you deserve a medal. No, seriously, treat yourself. You’ve earned it!))

((OOC Corner)) My Roleplay Style

Deep RP ...with humor! OOC I’m very easy going and friendly. Though I’m no perfectionist, I prefer immersive RP, and enjoy allowing my character’s interactions with others actively to define how she feels and who she ultimately becomes. My character will remember most interactions, and develop lasting memories and feelings relating to those encounters. I also enjoy “day-to-day” RP as well as “epic” RP.

Although Vellusia has an intense history, she’s also always on the lookout for fun (if the situation allows for it) and hopes to embark on adventures of every kind. She loves a good joke and has been known to contribute some sarcastic and charismatic humor of her own.

OOC is OOC and IC is IC I say this only because I’d like to be super clear that my character is a character, completely independent of my own personality and feelings as a player. If your character throws a drink in Vellusia’s face or embroils themselves in an argument with her, I’m not going to be angry OOC. In fact, as long as everything is logical and true to character, I’ll probably be laughing. If your character flirts with Vellusia, I’m not going to ask you for a phone number. I have my life. Vellusia has hers. That, I believe, is the gist of it. Happy RPing!

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