#Just lean into how she sees Jeanne

[sovenasark]

More Amor, now with bonus Jeanne!

[k4txlulzz]

(warning: this is a random late night rant y'all , feel free to not take this seriously its just my scrambled thoughts lol)

vanitas no carte fandom is a lot more chaotic than i remembered it to be😭guys what happened i just came back to see how the story progressed (BTW MY FAVE SCENES GOT ANIMATED SO WELL !! the eng dub is so good too)

okay so! vanitas is my favorite character and i truly think he has a good, selfless heart. but yk what? that kiss scene with him and jeanne keeps popping up in my head. but then i remember that if i consider that moment SA i'd have to consider ALOT more romance scenes in the story as that too and i just don't think there can be that amount of **intentional** assault scenes from the creator ?😭

folks have brought up the cabin scene and??? that just confused me. because i never even thought of that possibility while looking at the panels or the scene. people hate vanitas or vanijeanne or even jeanne because of this kinda stuff and . while im conflicted and even uncomfortable(the kiss scene specifically) i also believe that the creator would not make a character SA anyone like that and make it seem romantic. i see this as: if its shown to be cute or romantic and does not show negative mental consequences of the characters after the event, it was not **intended** to be assault. (edit: while vanitas is shown to be malicious in this scene, the incident gets brought up like once after and doesn't really turn into an obstacle in vanitas' and jeanne's relationship which is what made me think this) basically, if it's shown to be harmless, it was most likely intended as that. and i understand the issue with that one weird kiss scene, i don't like it either. its just that vanitas happened to be my favorite before i learnt all this and that made me try and look for an explanation or some sort of evidence that maybe this is a "suspend your disbelief" moment but i dunno. i just desperately don't wanna think that a character and one of the dynamics that mean a lot to me have gross, scary implications . the creator wouldn't write jeanne or vanitas to do something so horrible because those are some of the characters she wants fans to be invested in and that can't be done if those characters are assaulters😭 the kiss scene still does ick me though and i think the moment should have been done differently? in any case, i generally think that media literacy is something every fan needs to have. because otherwise we back ourselves into a corner and "criticize problematic stuff" ourselves into viewing every character as a terrible person who should not be liked

but then again, this IS just my opinion and, to be clear, i don't support assault being brushed off in any media

[edit 2: i also acknowledge that i may be leaning towards copium with this one but that doesn't mean i don't recognize the creator's attempt to create a complex dynamic and characters; i just feel like because of this one scene a lot of people hate vanitas and brush off his dynamic with jeanne entirely which is sad because they have a lot of stuff thats worth getting interested in. i just wanted to make it clear that this post is just me ranting about something and not meant to be taken as a proper analysis ^^🙏🏼 it has also been a while since i looked at VNC stuff and may have gotten a bit rusty. i acknowledge that SA may perhaps be a significant part of the storytelling in VNC but i don't really want to think about those moments for personal reasons and especially when it is shown to be done by a character that really does mean a lot to me:) i enjoyed reading the comments i got on this post and am genuinely quite grateful for them]

[asknarashikari]

Probably going to be my last ask for a week, going on vacation to Disney World so most likely won't be on tumblr. So let me get this out of the way

Koushiro's base form Vistamp is going to be the Crocodile Vistamp. It's already a pre-made vistamp that fits the aquatic animal theme and has connections to the base vi-stamps of its driver's predecessors, that being reptiles. Along with that, seeing as how it used to belong to Genta, you can also have it be seen as a passing of the torch.

The custom Vistamps I've come up with are Hammer Head Shark (based on Diend instead of Great White because it makes more sense design wise), Bullet Shrimp (either based on Vulcan or Cross-Z, but leaning more towards Cross-Z cause Banjo is a boxer and the Vistamps main fighting style revolves around punches) and Plesiosaur (based on Geiz). Hammer head is currently the only custom Vistamp with a weapon form and buddy form. Unlike the Bullet Shrimp Vistamp (which only has a weapon form with a suit change) and the Plesiosaur Vistamp (which only has a buddy form).

Yoshino's inner phantom is a griffin rather than a dragon like Haruto. That, along with her four elements being Lightning, Ice, Wood, and Metal. The reason why I chose to do this is because I wanted Yoshino's powers to not just be a copy of Haruto's seeing as how at the moment she's not Kamen Rider Wizard, she's only Kamen Rider Circe. (Also, I'd like to imagine that it really doesn't matter as the transformation rings would be interchangeable between Haruto and Yoshino, as all that is needed to use them is a driver and mana). Will she get her own super forms? Yes. Do I know what kind of super form that'll be and what it'll look like? Not a clue but I'll workshop it

I think you'll have to cross out the bit about the Bullet Shrimp being based on Cross-Z... because he has a canon Vistamp, featured in Revice's first Hyper Battle DVD as concept art. It's based on... a chicken.

And it turns Vice into... this.

Given the rest of the Build Rider-themed Vistamps have equally comical effects on Vice, I'm 100% sure George did this on purpose because he dissed him once. I doubt Vale would fare much better, especially if George became a victim of his pranks (unless it turns him into a weapon like Lovekov does for Jeanne- though I can imagine George can be petty enough to still make it look hilarious somehow).

As an aside, George didn't really try to theme the Vistamps after animals related to the specific Riders, or match the Riders with the powers their Vistamps grant. I mean, the Jackal Vistamp turns Vice into a skateboard... but it's themed on Ex-Aid, notoriously known for being clumsy and who would probably faceplant if he got on one.

Frankly I have no idea why George made them that way, seeing as he's supposed to be a Kamen Rider otaku. The only Riders to get a Vistamp that matched their animal theme were Ichigou and Zero-One (both based on grasshoppers).

So yeah, there's really no need to justify what animal and rider themes you give a Vistamp. You can go pretty wild with them.

Other than that I love all these hcs you keep sending me 😊

[ravenwitch45]

What if Rodin decided to have his bar, The Gates of Hell, open and available to the demons of the Seven Rings?

What would happen if I.M.P. decided to go there for drinks? And if you want to take it further, suppose they also hear rumors of Rodin making and selling weapons under the table and consider trying to get him to hook them up?

I suppose that would certainly open up his clientelle, considering his only canon clients seem to be Bayonetta, Enzo, Luka, Jeanne and Viola, and we know for a fact one of them doesn't pay his tab ever so I could see Rodin doing this, maybe at Bayonetta's suggestion after exploring the Rings a bit.

He'd put out rules, no serious fighting for instance, and make sure they pay cause he's NOT having another Enzo situation. As for how they get there, perhaps Rodin just sets up portals that teleport them to the main bar, a lot like how Bayonetta travels to the bar in Bloody Fate.

As for I.M.P stopping by for drinks on occasion, Blitz is a loose and loud drunk, while Moxxie is a lot more modest, but gets flirty with Millie when he's tipsy, same on her end to leading to them making out a good bit, meanwhile Loona is the designated driver making sure they don't get into too much trouble. Blitz bringing Stolas on occasion and other associates also coming sometimes.

But if I.M.P hears about Rodin's weapon buisness, Blitz is super intriqued, Moxxie isn't sure they should get involved but allows Blitz to try upon his insistance, the girls hoping it goes well. Blitz walks up all confident, grinning as he hops up to the stool and leans an arm over the counter "So I heard you do weapons and stuff, hook me and my company up and I'll make sure to put in a good word about your bar to clients. A win win for both of us, what do you say Rodin~?"

Rodin doesn't even take a second before raising a brow and stating "You and your crew can't handle the weapons I make." Matter of factly. Blitz points out they can handle blessed weoponry and have some pretty crazy non magical stuff but Rodin shakes his head still, saying that's child's play further annoying Blitz.

Before the Imp smirks and crawls onto the counter itself, putting a teasing claw under Rodin's chin "I can make this deal even more worth your while~ Dadd-"He begins seductively before Rodin grabs his hand, tight enough to make Blitz stop as pain shoot through his arm "No. My advice, don't push upon a refusual"The bartender says before throwing Blitz across the bar with ease, landing in his daughter's arms before he pouts angrilly, pissed off how he just got written off like nothing.

He probably whines to Stolas later who then talks to Bayonetta, and she gets Rodin to give them a chance, cause if she feels they can handle something of his, then he trusts her enough to try. Not sure what kind of weapons or demons within each member would get but I still like the idea. Either way Blitz remains bitter at Rodin a little bit XP

[herosplatling-replica]

weathered rifle

monster au (Jeanne POV), 2089 words;

general warnings: blood, violence, profanity, attempted kidnapping

[ A/N: hi, this is probably a little out of nowhere, but i had this monster au drabble written up for a while and wanted to share it :3 hope you enjoy! ]

Bam!

Jeanne gritted her teeth as she pulled the trigger on her old rifle, watching as one of the hunters fell. A perfect shot. 

Her daughter sat huddled behind her, covering her sensitive ears with a whine. Jeanne leaned down, gently ruffling Citrine's head as she reached for some more sniper ammo. 

"It'll be okay, Rin. Your mama will be here soon, and then… and then everything will be okay. I promise." 

Citrine's eyes peeked up at her, brimming with frightened tears. Jeanne's heart twisted at the sight, wanting nothing more than to hold her daughter close and console her - but she didn't have that luxury right now. 

Why did it have to be tonight?

Freya was away to visit her mother for a hunt, and she wasn't supposed to be back for a few days. It was supposed to be a peaceful night, just her and her children and the books she wanted to get through - but then she got a panicked phone call from her brother that a hunting party was heading for their house. 

Jeanne had dusted off her sniper rifle and dug out her old ammo, even as her children watched her pace anxiously around the house. 

She didn't want to have to use her old hunting gear again, but she knew what she had to do. Jeanne had been taught the horrid craft of monster hunting growing up, but she would use it to take down those that threatened her family. 

The twins were in the basement, safe with food and water to last them a few days if necessary. When she had left them, Jeanne thought Citrine was safe and sound with her sisters - but it didn't take her long to realize the little half-werewolf followed her to the second floor where she was now stationed to defend their home. 

She really wished that Citrine didn't need to see any of this. 

This wasn't their first run in with a monster hunting party, but it was the first one where Jeanne was alone to protect them. Normally Freya would be here, making sure nobody got too close to the house. She'd handle the melee combatants while Jeanne would take down anyone armed with silver bullets. 

Tonight, though, she was alone. She couldn't tell how long they've been holding out now, but it felt like they kept coming. 

Maybe… maybe Father- 

No no, she shouldn't get distracted. What her father thought didn't matter. Not tonight. Jeanne reloaded her rifle, looking down the scope as she mumbled a quiet 'cover your ears, Rin,' to her daughter before pulling the trigger again.

Her aim struck true, piercing the shoulder of a hunter armed with a silver dagger. The knife hit the dirt unceremoniously as the hunter screamed, his companions looking around for the source of the gunfire. Jeanne ducked her head, counting the bullets she had left. 

I'm running out. After this I just have some shotgun shells, and then… 

"Mama, why are they here?" Citrine bubbled out, nearly curled up into a ball on the floor. "What do they want?"

Jeanne hesitated, gnawing at the inside of her lip. She peeked over the window again, watching for the hunters. "...they don't like people that are different, Rin. People like your mama, they try to seek them out to get rid of them." 

"But… why?" 

"Cover your ears, sweetheart." 

Citrine did, just as Jeanne fired another piercing bullet at the hunters. This time, she hit two in the leg. 

"In there!" One of the hunters shouted, making Jeanne's blood run cold. "They're in there, get them!" 

"Shit- Citrine honey, you need to hide." 

"What?! I don't want to leave you--!" The half-werewolf yelped in protest as Jeanne scooped her up with an arm, leaving the sniper rifle at the window as she ran towards the closet. "Mama!" 

"You know what to do. I can handle myself, pumpkin, but you need to hide so that way your sisters have somebody to look after them. Okay?" She leaned forward and kissed her daughter's forehead, wiping away Citrine's tears with a hand. "I'm doing this for your sake." 

Citrine sniffled quietly, nodding as she curled up in the closet. Thankfully she blended in with the piles of clothes rather easily. "O-okay…" 

"That's my girl. I'll be back. Cover your ears and don't come out." 

Jeanne shut the door, rolling her arm out as she opened a weathered gun case. She could hear the hunters downstairs trying to break in, but the door would hold out a while longer. 

...Freya, I'm scared. 

The ex-hunter steeled herself as she picked up her old shotgun, loading the shells in while she still had the chance. The twins in the basement thankfully were hidden in a secure place with a passcode, but Jeanne was more worried about Citrine than anything else. If the hunters got past her, there was no telling what they'd do to her daughter. 

Jeanne gritted her teeth, her hands shaking slightly as she gripped her shotgun. She could hear them walking around downstairs now. 

"Come oooout," one of the hunters almost sang, the sound of a blade scraping along the floor resounding as they searched. 

The stairs creaked, making Jeanne tighten her hold on the shotgun's trigger. 

"We know you're in here, wolfy," another hunter called out. "Just save us the trouble and show yourself." 

They were right outside. 

Not yet. 

The door knob turned, the sound of a blade being drawn. 

"Get the fuck out of my house," Jeanne bit out, pulling the trigger the instant the door opened. She could hear one of the hunters scream, reeling back and falling into one of their allies. "I said get OUT!" 

"You- you fucking traitor!" A gruff voice spat at her, a hand rocketing out of the darkness coming for Jeanne. 

Without hesitation, she fired again, wincing at the sound of cracking bones. I need to reload, but-

A desperate yell rang out, and suddenly Jeanne was on the floor. 

Shit shit shit-

There was a hand at her throat and a knee in her side. Jeanne forced her eyes open, finding the silver glint of a knife by her cheek. 

"So, you're the hunter that went rogue," the hooded figure over her said, pressing the knife to her face. "We were wondering how one of those mutts were supposed to fire guns. Turns out it's just a bratty little human." 

Jeanne gritted her teeth, clawing at the hand at her neck. She felt a sting of pain at her face, the knife running down along her jawline. 

This fucking hunter- 

"Ah ah ah. Cut that out. We've got a bounty on everyone in this house, and that includes you. They wanted you preferably alive, but that doesn't mean we have to adhere to that. Capisce?" 

"I'm the- the only one here," Jeanne managed, trying to swallow. She just had to hold out a bit longer. Just a bit-

A ferocious howl shook the earth, the walls of the house rattling as someone - Freya - bounded up the stairs, bowling over the hunters still at the door to the room. 

The grip at her neck slacked, then tightened as the hunter that had Jeanne pinned down readjusted their grip to hold her hostage, the knife tip pointed to her neck. 

"LET HER GO, NOW!" Freya bellowed, easily tossing the rest of the hunters over the railing and down the stairs. The werewolf wiped at her maw, smearing the blood away. 

"Easy," the hunter murmured. "You show me where the rest of your family is, and I'll let her go." 

"Freya, don't-" A gloved hand covered her mouth, muffling her words. Don't- don't fall for it!

"Tick tock, wolfy. Which is it? Little Red here or your family?" 

A door creaked open.

Citrine. 

The half-werewolf charged at the hunter, her fangs piercing the hand that held the knife as she pulled their arm back. 

"Citrine!" Freya shouted, bounding over to the three of them as the grip on Jeanne's throat loosened just enough to let the ex-hunter slip out of their grasp. 

Jeanne felt the rush of her wife's fur bounding overhead, the werewolf tackling the hunter and ripping the silver knife out of their hand. 

"Shi-" 

"Citrine, cover your ears!" Jeanne shouted again, trying to get up but finding she had no strength in her legs. 

The little werewolf complied, snarling as she dug her teeth in the hunter's arm with a shake. The hunter screamed, trying to unlatch Citrine's jaw from their arm to no avail. 

Freya patted their daughter's ears back, murmuring something quiet to the girl. Hesitantly, she let go of the hunter's arm and scurried to get behind her werewolf mother. 

"Listen. You're going to go back to whoever sent you, and you're going to tell them you didn't find shit. You're lucky you got inside in the first place. You're going to be even luckier to get out in one piece." Freya's voice growled, picking up the hunter roughly. "I never want to see your face here again. Understand?" 

Jeanne could hear the hunter bubble anxiously in response before her wife rushed out the window, throwing them into a tree from the sound of it. 

"AND THE REST OF YOU! GET THE HELL OUT!" Freya howled out, her words followed by the noise of startled men running downstairs. 

Are we safe? 

Jeanne felt like she couldn't catch her breath. She laid her head back down on the floor, wheezing quietly as the last of the hunters left. 

Gentle arms picked her up, caressing Jeanne’s hair lightly. She felt a puff of warm air and her wife’s tongue lap at her cut cheek. 

“I think I’m okay,” Jeanne murmured. She could feel her wife’s snout sniffing over her in a panic, holding her close. “The twins, they should still be in the basement…” 

“The basement’s secure. I’m more worried about you,” Freya huffed, a whine building in her chest. “You alright? That knife wasn’t poisoned, was it?” 

“No, I don’t think so. I’m just… really glad you’re here.” Jeanne could feel a slight sting in her face as the cut sealed itself. She found enough strength in her to wrap her arms around her wife’s neck, burying her face in Freya’s fur. “I’m glad…” 

“Mama?” Citrine asked, concern clear in her voice. 

“Mama’s alright, honey. She just needs to rest a bit, okay?” Freya said gently, leaning down to let the little werewolf climb onto her back. “Let’s go check on your sisters.” 

“Okay,” Citrine mumbled, her head peeking over Freya’s shoulder to nuzzle into Jeanne’s head. 

Jeanne couldn’t help but laugh quietly, releasing a hand to gently smooth out her daughter’s hair as Freya brought them downstairs. “You were so brave, sweetheart. But… hopefully you won’t ever need to do that again.” 

“Yeah, holy crap. Have your teeth gotten longer since the last full moon, Rinny?” Freya asked, her ears flicking inquisitively.

Their daughter shrugged, opening her mouth. The canines certainly seemed a bit elongated, at least from Jeanne’s perspective. She relayed this to Freya, who laughed boisterously. “That’s good! That’s good, you’ll need those to protect your little sisters!” 

Citrine cheered in response, though Jeanne could tell the night wore on her. She felt tired herself - it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to just sleep in the basement until morning. Her brother promised to come by in the morning to set up new defenses, and she knew the girls would love to see their favorite uncle Jules again. 

Freya huffed quietly, leaning to give Jeanne a kiss on the forehead as she unlocked the door to the basement. “You sure you’re alright..?” 

“I am now,” Jeanne responded, pressing a kiss to her wife’s muzzle. She chuckled as she spotted Freya’s tail wag slightly, never tiring of her wife’s antics. 

“You’re gonna take it easy tonight. Mom’s gonna help me clean up and get the blood out of the hardwood later. I’ll clean a bit too then be right back, got it?” 

“Got it.” 

“Good. Girls, be kind to mama. She’s tired,” Freya said as she laid Jeanne down on a comfortable sofa they brought down to the basement. Immediately their three daughters were around her, sniffing quietly. 

…I don’t want her to go yet.

“Freya, um…” 

“Mhm?” 

“Can… you stay here a little longer? At least until Idunn arrives?” Jeanne asked, her face tinged red. 

Freya blinked once, then smiled at her in that charming roguish way that Jeanne adored. “Of course, hon.” 

[akirawrites24]

Day 7: Day Night

@theocxcanonweek Fandom: Persona 5

Canon character used: Ren Amamiya

Fanmade Character used: Tammin Mikuriya 

Ship: Tammin x Ren

______

The two of them are sparring in Mementos, just like how Ren had promised a while ago. But he could see that Tammin was losing control, only the desire to win getting the best of her.

“Calm down Star, being reckless won’t help you in any battle.”

“I am not reckless! I just like the thrill”, Tammin said as she tried to get a hit, but her dagger was missing the entire time.

“JEANNE”, she yelled, calling upon her persona. 

“SONIC WAVES!”, unfortunately, she missed the attack again, her eyes full of rage. Ren noticed that, luckily.

When her mask went back on her face, she tried to go for a physical attack, but he managed to catch her first. 

“Yeah, sure”, he said as he let her go. Tammin sighed and sat down. “I know, I know…This damn adrenaline and rage is taking over and I can’t control it at all-“

“It’s not that Star, it’s you all getting worked up and not taking breaks of everything, that’s not great for you, you know?”

“Here who is talking! Mister ‘I ignore my needs and put everyone else's first’!”, Tammin said to him and he gave her a playful nudge.

“We both need breaks if I may say”, she continued, leaning on his shoulder.

“Then what about this? This weekend, we will spend it together and relax? Like going to the movies or anything?”, Ren asked her.

“That sounds great, really.”

“Is that a date then?”

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts (June 19-June 26)

Fate/Prototype

Considering Misaya Reiroukanseems to have such an affinity for dogs - she seems to be the type to be into petplay. She and Ayaka should have some fun together.

Kara no Kyoukai

shiki imposing the concept of death onto the possibility of being cucked via mikiya framed as her cucking every azaka in every timeline at once

Tsukihime

Turns out the real reason we never saw the Aylesbury Valesti in the Original Tsukihime timeline was because someone built a Tesco's over the ritual point and the giant Dead Apostle Ancestors involved simply couldn't fit inside. Altrouge is not particularly happy with this development, of course.

Melty Blood

Since we have child Sion in FGO now, can we get something with Satsuki and Riesbyfe taking care of her?

Fate/zero

I want to see Iri in yoga pants but with her ass completely missing.

kerry summons his counter-guardian self , grail war speed run ensues. making this a selfcest porn with plot fic is optional

Fate/Stay night

fate stay night but instead of Shirou summoning Saber he summons Castoria. corgi moment.

Saber discovers there are effects to constantly gorging yourself on food, and begins to put on weight. Thankfully Shirou seems to be into BBW and not just UBW

Something with Arthur and Lucius Tiberius

Fem!Shinji from that one gender swap art of Taiga she was in the background of/Fem!Shirou from that same art

Fate/Hollow Ataraxia

Smut, necrophilia Angra has sex with Bazett's dead body

Fate/Extra

BB gets punished for her crimes (hacked to run Doom)

Smut, BB gets a computer virus! It's not designed for her OS, so it definitely doesn't do anything to her. ... clothes? What are clothes? She's never heard of clothes before, and if she had, she definitely wouldn't have ever worn them. They'd get in the way of her life's purpose of having a dick up her ass as often as possible!

Smut, Passionlip serves as the Comfiest Seat! Firm abs, soft pillowy chest to lean against, thick cock buried up inside her Master who's now stuck there and paraded around as Passionlip goes about her day like nothing is wrong...

Fate/Apocrypha

mordred should get to stab the people that misgender him.

FGO

Gudao and Ryougi Shiki go on a date (or what he considers a date) and the entire time Shiki talks about how much she loves Mikiya and how she hopes to see him again

Oberon, Castoria, and Muramasa are all handcuffed to each other for a week. Chaos ensures.

Smut, fergus n medb showing emiya some celtic 'hospitality'. while scathach watch. emiya might not survive the night. (framed as cucking cu)

Smut, Gilgamesh and Enkidu explictly framed as cucking Ishtar and being the original base for the concept of cucking as a whole

fou hunts merlin for sport and looney tunes shenanigans ensue

Smut, Dury gay sex with Karna and Ash. Or Arjuna and Bhima. Take your pick.

Smut, i need li shuwen training-turned-fucking ritsuka like i need oxygen. extra love for emphasis on the teaching element.

Wholesome fluff of Mephistopheles baking brownies with Grandma Europa

Jeanne crosses swords with an Avenger class Gilles, who was the result of an alternate history where he never killed any children but was framed by the church to discredit him due to being too strong of a supporter of the holy woman they executed

it turns out that Fou didn't accompany ritsuka & mash to Lb6 because of a hatred of fairies , instead , he got rayshifted to a singularity & now has to clear said singularity himself. since the grail at core of the singularity is his only ticket home , fou semi-reluctantly steps up as a master . note for the prompt filler : the servants & plot of the singularity are largely your call . and if you want to give fou his own mystic codes , i'd recommend fou's attire in the detective fou-mes CE to be his equivalent to ritsuka's atlas academy MC.

We all know how much of a raging mad-on that Penthesilea, the Berserker of El Dorado, has for Achilles. Which means that when Achilles winds up being summoned to Chaldea, the Master has the unenviable task of keeping Chaldea from being torn apart when Penth inevitably learns about her archenemy's arrival.

well parvati's screwed once Kali & durga are summoned.

gudako is trapped in a singularity/lostbelt/situation which can only be escaped by relaxing and taking at least one goddamn break

magi mari handshake event for romani's birthday(he does not question how she got into chaldea in spite of the incineration of humanity or where merlin has gone)

the real dobryna is summoned to chaldea. and turns out the reason he's in the pretender class is because he's not actually a kemonomimi servant , dude's faking it b/c he feels out of place in his family. gudako , upon learning this information proceeds to go get this guy therapy , even if she's gotta carry him to the office herself.

Morgan and Castoria discuss whether the two of them having sex with each other counts as Selfcest or Incest with Guda(gender irrelevant), before saying fuck it and going whole hog without a care. Guda can either leave or join, doesn't really matter.

Gudao crawls into Passionlip’s breasts during a high stress situation and just relaxes, Passionlip covers for him until he’s ready to come out

Da Vinci, Solomon, Sheba and Merlin/Magi Mari all in a polycule

Smut, Melusine after getting caught out in the rain has to ask for help from Barghest to get through Chaldea with her now soaked and transparent clothes. Barghest however now has to deal with the ungodly primordial urge to FUCK her with her cock. Up to the writer if she gives in or not but bonus points if Melusine turns out to be into it and makes it harder for Barghest to resist.

guda after years of training in magecraft manages their first spell: penis blast

Either Morgan somehow makes it back to her Throne at the end of part 2 and ends up slaughtering all the traitors who attacked her in her throne room, before promptly saying "Hey sorry" to Guda and Castoria before they all try negotiations again and work something out. OR. The summonable Morgan sees what the fuckers did to her lostbelt self as well as her adopted daughter, and, with Guda, Castoria and the rest of Chaldea as backup, goes to fuckin town on the fuckers. Neither of these would stop what happens next, but it'd be cathartic.

Koyanskaya of Light is summoned to Chaldea by Ritsuka Fujimaru. However, she got summoned WAY too early, and now has to assist her new Master in preventing the incineration of Proper Human History and resolving the Seven Singularities. This would be a lot easier if she didn't have to constantly worry about her lies about being one of the Tamamo Nine being exposed, or accidentally causing a time paradox or creating a Singularity out of this timeline due to acting on her knowledge of the Future. TLDR; Koyanskaya's misadventures being summoned by a newbie Master. For bonus points, because Alaya CLEARLY has it out for her or something, newbie!Ritsuka somehow also manages to summon both Ashiya Douman and Rasputin, so now Koyanskaya has to keep her coworkers from causing all sorts of mischief, which is distressingly often.

Paper Moon!Lev summoned Lan Ling because he was secure enough in his heterosexuality that he would not be effected by the servant's famous beauty. He was wrong.

in honor of melusine and barghest proving the servants do eat the mats you use on them (or at least some of them), servant mukbang serving embers and such. any servant you want and the stuff they need but i would like to see it. hear what they think of this stuff

Beast Guda but they're not a threat to humanity because their servants become their impulse control and push them away from any ideas that screw over humanity. For example, Guda: "With the amount of grails we have on stock I could wish for paradise for humans!" Morgan: "My husband. You forget those grails are for Melusine and Jack." (They're not she's making it up) Later... Guda: "I'm off to make a singularity to test some things out." EMIYA *with a spray bottle*: "oh no you don't! Oh no you don't!"

The otaku Servants are arguing over whose taste in anime is superior, and things are getting violent. Gudao is called to intervene, but he instead makes things worse because one of those HEATHENS had the gall to insult one of his favorite mecha anime. One thing led to another, and now Chaldea has weekly anime marathon nights, much to the bewilderment of the staff. Unbeknownst to everyone else, this was all planned out from the very beginning, and Gudao was in cahoots with the otaku Servants the entire time.

During a mission with Guda, Saber Gilles is ordered to protect some civilians that are under attack. One of the civilians includes a child, who thanks the servant for saving them. This gives him a lot of mixed feelings.

Smut, Koyanskaya and Murian hot sex. Who says that pleasure can’t mix with business? Bonus points the furrier and larger Koyanskaya is in comparison to Murian tiny body.

Summer Kiara learns that's not what people mean by "fuck the police".

FGO, again

Baobhan Sith was already blindsided by Morgan being married to Guda, but she was especially not prepared to suddenly get a stepsibling, let alone Jack the Ripper. Bonus points for her coming around in the end and loving her little sis.

incest, Can I ask for some Morgan/Baobhan Sith? It doesn't have to be healthy or even requited, I just want fucked up fairy incest.

Blackbeard gets shot out of the chen gong cannon and dies to death

The various child servants (Jack, Paul Bunyan, Voyager, etc.) plan and have a tea party picnic! There's implications of some kind of Abject Chaos in the background that goes uncommented on because the kids aren't involved and are too busy planning their picnic to care.

Mash/Morgan reunion fic but the reason Morgan remembers Mash is that no one else eats her pussy the way Mash does.

Smut, I would give anything to have Guda and Kama gentle/tender sex because that feels accurate for them

Smut, Quetzalcoatl dicking Kukulkan down and Kukulkan laying eggs afterwards

via intense training chadbeard our best bro figures out how to erase shitty memebeard lolicon dirtbag from all realities so we never have to deal with him again

Any fandom

the servant install system from prilya was severely underutilized.

In the vein of legendary machines coming back as Servants, the Titanic comes back and sees this shitshow.

[blam-marie]

A Metaphor's Guide to Rewriting Destiny

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I returned to the hotel’s staff quarters just in time to interrupt what seemed to be a heated debate between Compassion and our hosts. The scholars, whom I had only met in passing and whose name I had not bothered to remember, seemed agitated. They were crowded into the staff kitchen and blocked my way towards the stairs to the basement, where the hotel’s workers shared a few cramped rooms. Of those workers, only four or five were present, and they stayed in the back of the kitchen, clustered around the stove. Whatever it was that the scholars were proposing, they did not seem to like it very much, and neither did Compassion.

Jeanne, whose opinion I already trusted more than any man’s here, stood hesitantly near the door. When I walked in, she gave a sigh of relief.

“Where have you been!” she hissed.

Compassion heard her and spared me a glance. Then another, his gaze flicking down to my new cane then back up at my face with a questioning look. My hands tightened on the pommel and I raised an eyebrow. How interesting that he had recognized the hidden weapon at a glance. Once more, the Exemplar of being-nice-to-people showed surprising hidden depths.

The others in the room noticed Compassion’s distraction and looked over as well. Once they saw me, a great clamor rose, everybody trying to speak at once. Then one of the young men — the one who seemed to be in charge of this circus —, yelled for silence and they settled down.

“Miss Rage,” he began, spreading his hands imploringly at me. “We require your help, and time is of the essence.”

“Mrs.,” I corrected coldly.

“My apologies?”

“It is Mrs. Rage,” I repeated. “But go on.”

He seemed thrown off balance, and once more my accoutrements seemed to cause the room a great amount of discomfort and consternation. But he rallied valiantly, and started anew: “Mrs. Rage, you need to come with us at once. There is a man about to leave Lutèce, and he must see you before his train departs. It is of the utmost importance.”

“Why?”

“He is the leader of a trade union in the provinces,” supplied Compassion calmly. “And he has refused to join the anti-monarchist’s crusade unless they can prove to him that their movement has teeth, and is not just made up of words. They want to parade you in front of him like a propaganda piece.”

“That is not what we said!” argued the young man. He was tall and lean, blonde, and looked very charismatic — in a dangerous sort of way. I had known too many charming young men capable of leading others into horrors to ever be able to trust his ilk. “We simply want him to meet her, that’s all,” he insisted.

“You do not want me to speak,” I said, “because I know nothing about your movement nor would I be able to speak convincingly about it. You simply want me to be there so that you can prove that I am on your side. It does sound very much like being a propaganda piece.”

Not that it mattered very much to me, so used was I to it. But I wanted to see if the boy would be honest enough to admit it, or if he was so far up his own hubris that he did not even realize what he was truly asking me for.

He looked at me beseechingly. “We are planning a large demonstration in the streets on Liberty day. When the entirely of Lutèce walks to the parliament, the minister will have no choice but to recognize the will of the people and resign! Then, nothing will be able to stop us. We can take the palace as well, and make even the king see that we’ve had enough! But for that to work, we need people to overcome their fear and walk with us! And if we cannot find enough courage in Lutèce, then I am willing to look elsewhere. Jules-Honoré Ambreville has strong ties with the rail workers — if we convince him to help, then he could bring in people from all over Theos to join the march. It could double or even triple our numbers! We need his support, but so far we’ve not managed to convince him that it would be worth his and his people’s time. If we can just show him that we mean business, that we have a decent chance of succeeding — that we mean it… why, we could rewrite the course of Theos’ history!”

Throughout the room, people were now standing straighter, their eyes shining with hope and fervor. I almost rolled my eyes at them. What we had here was a zealot, and a convincing one at that. How wonderful. I had been right in my first estimation of the situation; this young man could lead sheep into slaughter, and they would thank him for it. He had a knack for good speeches, and what’s worse, he seemed to strongly believe in what he was saying. And now, not satisfied with leading men, he wanted to appear to his allies with Rage at his side as well. It was undeniable that my presence would lend weight to his cause. But I wondered whether he was truly prepared for the cost of that weight. Bright-eyed idealists seldom were.

I also wondered what he was doing in academia. Give this man a battalion, and he would lead it. Give him a country, and he would bring it either to glory or to ruin, or both. Give him a revolution… well, the result remained to be seen.

“Having an Exemplar on your side is far from a convincing enough argument,” argued Compassion. “It is grandstanding, and if Ambreville has any sense he will see right through it. You will only harm your own cause by relying on boasts rather than substance. I did not bring Rage here for her to be a chess piece for you to use.”

I was about to interject, but Jeanne was faster. She stepped towards Compassion and snapped: “Are you going to make all of her decisions for her, or are you going to let her speak?!”

Compassion’s eyes widened, then caught mine. A silent communication passed between us. He already knew what I was about to answer, just as surely as I knew why he had tried to oppose it. He did not wish for me to be used like a thing. Unfortunately for his poor sensitivities, I was so used to it that it barely even registered anymore. He winced and inclined his head.

“I apologize for overstepping. It is your choice, of course.”

“Then let’s go. You said time was of the essence, didn’t you?”

I turned heels and stalked out of the room, forcing them all to scramble after me. I took a small pleasure in making them hurry to catch up, throwing their well-practiced countenances in disarray, knowing that I had just locked myself into a passive role for the foreseeable future but wanting them to remember that I still had a spine.

[puppetshcw]

Okay last one maybe 🤭 how about howl ? 👀👀

STUPID  CUPID  ˳ ⠀⠀⠀    almost immediately after reading the question, viva excitedly points towards cheska, " HOWL is cheska's favourite! " the girl in question sheepishly smiles, tilting her head and then nodding in agreement.

" i mean... he definitely is, i've known of him for a while now, even while he was still in THE BOYZ, because i enjoyed their songs a lot. i was kind of excited once he joined our company because i could finally befriend him. so yeah, " she scratches behind her ear in embarrassment, " he's definitely handsome enough for me to sleep with him. "

viva nods along as well, " yeah, i used to listen to their songs a lot! my all-time favourites are still BLOOM BLOOM and DDD; they never fail to make me dance! " she's quick to add, " i wouldn't sleep with him tho, no offence! "

" i definitely agree with cheska-eonnie, " tomie starts, " and you know how it's known he used to act? well... " she drags the sentence as much as she can, while the others lean in to hear what she's about to say.

" well, let's just say that we were supposed to star in a movie together before i had to put a pause in acting because of you know what... " she side eyes the camera, about to lift a middle finger but is quickly stopped by viva, who holds her hand.

" anyway, i heard a lot about him, and i'd definitely sleep with him as well; he's very handsome. "

despite nodding along, jeanne is distracted by her own thoughts. aimee quickly jabs her in the hip, breaking her concentration off. " he's not really my type– " the rest of the members awed in sadness, interrupting her mid-sentence, " but, " she glares at them, " i can't help but agree that he's pretty. " this makes everyone clap and cheer.

" ten out of ten would definitely smash ", is all that aimee adds, knowing she got her point across. " i mean, what else is there to say? i see a pretty boy, i kiss that pretty boy, no matter who it is~ "

[couldbebetterforsure]

I just got past the casting for the Winter Performance, Oh Rama Havenna. And wow Neji really was like “since this is just a throwaway performance I’m gonna make things uncomfortable for EVERYBODY 🤪” and decided to really enjoy playing around with the casting! Well…except for Otori, my guy still getting the oddball roles as usual! So…to recap…

Kisa: Her first Al Jeanne role since the Newcomers Performance! It’s gonna be interesting since Kisa’s latest roles have had her lean more into being a boy so it’ll be fun seeing her play a more feminine role again! And she deserves the Al Jeanne spot after she’s been killing the competition this year!!!

Suzu: So he’s gonna play a more softspoken role from what I understand? Neji’s description makes the role sound kinda similar to what Jean Jose was supposed to be. Neji, did you come through for me and give me villainous Suzu??? This will be fun because Suzu never really got used to Jean Jose before he was out so I wanna see him do this role! But looks like there’ll be drama because Suzu doesn’t seem all that okay at the start of the semester, definitely related to Sou.

Sou: Boy got himself another Jack role (I’m kinda gonna miss seeing him in Jeanne roles 😂)! And he’s gonna be a showy type of guy, that should be fun! Sou already showed off how capable he can be at acting, and everyone around him is aware of it, so this role can be good at improving upon his skills.

Mitsuki: Him being the other Al Jeanne was not something I was expecting but it looks like the Winter Performance will be Mitsuki’s arc to shine! Especially since he’s slowly growing to care more about the performances and how he doesn’t seem even remotely okay with taking a lead role.

Fumi: A Jack!!!! He’s gonna be a playboy Jack role!!! Holy shit how has no one ever tried making Fumi do Jack roles before, this is such a good play! I mean yeah I know there’s the whole thing about finding students who can do Jeanne roles is difficult and that Univeil doesn’t really make students go outside their assigned positions much. But Fumi doing a Jack role, A+ casting Neji!!!

Kai: I was sincerely shocked because I thought he was gonna be left out entirely. But then, he has a small part? And this is the first time he’s not paired with Fumi in these plays…Maybe the idea is to make Kai be more independent as an actor? And it’s make sense to start easy with smaller roles than throwing him into a major role solo…

Neji: I can’t wait to see Neji being an evil Jeanne character 😂😂😂 I don’t think Neji has done any more serious roles, I’d like to see him try it sometime because I think he can be capable of it. Maybe this role can have a bit of that?

Yeah, it looks like the Winter Performance will be about making as much of the cast uncomfortable as possible by putting them in roles they don’t typically do. Neji really does do things for the good of Quartz in the most chaotic ways possible doesn’t he?

[t3mp0-lol]

Cutie Thief :3

Jeanne eyed the multiverse portal generator suspiciously. She recalled the information Cereza relayed to her in an odd, one off conversation. The platinum witch tried desperately to pull up any information she could about how the machine worked but found she came up blank. All she could remember was all the universes it could supposedly send her too. 

The woman walked around the machine a few times, unaware of how her face was twisted with confusion. It had such a weird, almost unnerving feeling to it. Like it wanted her to step in without any second thought. Despite the fact her curiosity was in agreement with the generator, Jeanne still resisted. Without any knowledge of where she would end up, stepping in with no plan seemed like a sure fire way to get lost. She needed a few more seconds to think about what exactly she was going to do when she stepped in. 

However, as seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours, Jeanne felt herself growing ever more impatient. The reasonable side of her simply wanted to turn around and leave, to head home and handle her internal conflict there. The impulsive side of her edged her on. It imagined all the adventures she could have, all the variants she could meet, all the new sights she could see!

The witch took a breath to calm her rapidly beating heart. The excitement combined with the anticipation made the decision almost too easy. Taking a few steps back, Jeanne shut her eyes and took off running…

A small gasp left the woman’s mouth as she tentatively opened her eyes. It was beautiful. Jeanne slowly spun around in circles as her brain tried its best to comprehend everything she was seeing before her. She wasn’t in another universe. Not yet, at least. She appeared to be in a purplish, cave-like area that rested between the universes, acting almost like a character select screen in a video game. 

Jeanne felt a small smile start tugging at the corners of her lips when her eyes finally came to rest on a universe that seemed especially appealing. It would transport her to France, a place she hadn’t been to in what felt like hundreds of years. Entirely forgetting about her previous concerns for caution, the witch took off running once again as the world around her faded to white.

Just as quickly as the world went white, it returned to its natural hues. The platinum witch, unable to hold back her unbridled joy, felt laughter erupting from inside of her as she practically jumped for joy. It worked! She was in France!

A sudden cacophony of sounds forced Jeanne out of her laughing fit a bit sooner than she would have liked. Curious, the woman leaned over the edge of the roof of the building she had spawned in on. Police cars dashed down the street, their sirens blaring and lights flashing. The flashing red and blue were so bright they caused Jeanne’s eyes to water a bit.

The platinum witch found herself so entrenched with the scene below her, she remained entirely unaware of the footsteps behind her that seemed to grow ever closer…

Within an instant, Jeanne had been pulled away from the ledge with such force, she stumbled backwards about three feet or so. When she once again felt steady on her feet, the woman looked up with a glare so bitter, it could have easily made a man drop dead. But, it wasn’t a man that stood before her. In fact, it was a face that seemed so familiar to her, yet at the same time, so foreign it made the typically cool and calm woman feel a bit apprehensive.

It was Cereza. It was meant to be Cereza. But it didn’t look like Cereza. She had her face, but everything else was different. This woman was blonde, she wore a mask and a top hat, she had this perpetual smirk plastered on her face that made her look constantly amused. Jeanne couldn’t believe it. Even her beauty spot was in a different position! 

Jeanne took a step back as the woman before her stepped forwards. The platinum witch held her breath as she straightened her posture, trying to force herself to appear confident even when her heart was beating in her ears. The woman in the top hat didn’t pause her approach for even a minute. She seemed even more interested with Jeanne than Jeanne was with her.

Before her brain could process it, the blonde was standing with her face mere inches away from the witch’s, her gloved hand resting ever so gently on Jeanne’s pale cheek. Time seemed to slow around the two, milliseconds felt like days as the white haired woman felt soft lips meet her own. As much as she wanted to return the loving gesture, Jeanne felt her body tense up so immensely she couldn’t even get air into her lungs. She had never been the best at reciprocating any sort of action, nevertheless an unexpected kiss. 

The woman in the hat broke away from the kiss but didn’t back up, leaving her mouth resting just barely out of reach of Jeanne’s. The two simply stood there for a few seconds before a shout from afar caught them both off guard. The top hat lady looked behind her before looking back at Jeanne, her amused smile returning to her face as she turned and hopped off the roof, her cape fluttering in the wind behind her, leaving a shocked and flustered Jeanne alone once more. 

Jeanne slowly lifted her fingertips to her lips. Her cheeks burned as the moment played in her head over and over again. She found herself craving more, she found herself wanting to chase after the strange Bayonetta variant but, almost as if the world was against her, the moment she picked up her foot, the world flashed to white. The platinum witch was transported back to Thule, being forced to stumble back home, love drunk off of a singular kiss.

[viasatellite]

title: asymptote summary: “Hmm…maybe all you need is a cuddle.” Of cuddles and closeness that never quite reaches.// DomiNoé. Oneshot. notes: Summary line is from a poem I can never quite finish writing so it inspired this whole thing instead.  Why not start the year right with some Dominoe angst?____________________

asymptote

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it, really. She gets to stay by his side, and he keeps her close, closer with each passing day. Noé doesn’t lie, and when he says she's important to him, she gleefully believes him. He will always be there for her, and she convinces herself that’s enough.

But moments like this, she falters. The sight of his peaceful sleeping face, his limbs sprawled about as he continues on with his dreams lying against the hard floor, his hair, an adorable mess, and his sleepy little sighs. She wants to know what he dreams about, what he wakes up for. She wants it all, to be selfish, and tell him to open his eyes.

She crouches down, passing the back of her fingers down his cheek. She’s admired him for so long, but the rush of emotions every time she sees him, touches him, remains unabated. She can barely hide it.

“Noé.”

His eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep. He looks up at her, blinking.

“Domi…?”

She brushes away some wayward hair off his face and pinches his cheek.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He shoots up then, turning to her in surprise. She loves it when she can bring out such a reaction from him, eyes wide, mouth gawking open, as if he was only seeing her for the first time.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, Jeanne’s out with your human friend, and I thought you’d be lonely,” she teases, smiling knowingly.

He takes the bait.

“Why are they out together?”

It stings the way he sounds alarmed, his eyebrows knitted together as if the whole affair bothers him. She reads him too well. Sometimes it’s to her own detriment.

Getting up, she leans her cheek against a finger. “Hmm…I heard it was a date.”

“A…date?!?”

She almost laughs at the sight of his face, curious, shocked, anguished.

But her smile recedes as soon as she sees his expression harden, blanking.

“Ah…I see,” he mutters, sitting on the bed.

She swallows, not realizing it’ll affect him this much. She’s already had an inkling that he might have his eyes on Jeanne, that over the years of his naivety and curiosity over the littlest things, he might have finally found someone worth more than a mere moment of fleeting interest.

She has dreaded this day. His heart has been captured, and it’s not in the cup of her hands.

She chuckles still, tapping him on the arm as she takes the space beside him on the bed.

“Don’t despair, mon chéri, I’m here to keep you company.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not sad.”

“Oh, really?” she mocks half-heartedly.

“It’s just…”

He sighs before facing her, now smiling.

“I’m happy you’re here, Domi. I missed you.”

It’s a little past sundown, the vestiges of sunlight barely enough to light the whole space. She wonders if in this dappled corner of the room, he can still see her face, flushed with cautious delight at his words. She knows what he means, and yet her heart foolishly prances around.

“Your face is red. Are you okay?”

He leans in as she pushes herself back, extending her arms against his chest.

“Of course, I am!”

Regaining her composure, she sits up, edging a bit farther from him.

“Anyway, you woke up so late!”

“I was dreaming there was a tower of tarte tatin in front of me and I was eating all of it,” he drools.

“And how do you manage to still fall off the bed after all these years?” she continues, chuckling.

For a moment, her mind flashes back to those happy but distant nights from the past, when things were still simple and innocent, when all she cared about was spending time with him and Louis, and the three of them would sleep together in a warm, cozy bed while the rain pelted down outside. Perhaps it was a warning, of the impending tragedy, of the looming pain, but she was just a child. She couldn’t have known.

He falls silent for a while, and the solemn look on his face tells her he’s reminiscing the past just like her, the history that still haunts them both, and a death that tied them together. She breathes slowly, letting the moment pass.

Finally, a hearty smile dawns on his face. “Because I was dreaming!”

She breaks out laughing then, reaching and sweeping some of his hair to the side.

“Hmm…maybe all you need is a cuddle.”

“Cu…ddle?” he replies, tilting his head.

She grins sheepishly, loving his yet another baffled response. Oh, she can teach him so many things in this world…they can learn all about the intricacies of life together, go through countless miseries if need be, if only he’ll give her the chance.

She takes off her shoes and tackles him to the bed.

“Yes, like this, a cuddle.”

She lays her head atop his chest, her hand slung around his waist. She clings to him, wishing she had a reason to stay like this for a while.

Except she doesn’t, so she lifts her body off him and looks at him, his face seemingly still frozen in confusion.

“I said you need to be cuddled in your sleep so you don’t keep falling off the bed, dummy.”

He gets up then and with a quick wrestle of his arm, she finds herself rolled over, Noé on top of her, hands on either side of her face, looking as surprised as her. His expression then softens, and he lies beside her, pulling her to him as he wraps an arm around her waist.

She has her ear pressed against his chest, and she’s not sure if it’s his heart or hers that she hears thumping.

“What…what are you doing?” she asks nervously.

“A cuddle.”

She feels his hold tighten, and then, a gentle squeeze.

“This is so nice, Domi. You’re so soft like a pillow.”

She hates that to him, it all just seems to be a harmless experiment, a curious exploration of something he hadn’t known before, when here she is, ready to melt in his embrace and never let go.

Hesitantly, she moves her arm, slides it up his back, and presses him closer to her, her fingers clutching his shirt as she adjusts her body and tucks her face under his chin.

“You idiot.”

He grins, and she wonders if being this close is a curse. She’s too close to him; he just can’t see her.

…

Fin.

[pierswife]

13 with albedo :]

Okay so fhdsbdfgs Finally have a minute to sit down and just kinda write something

13. Jealous kiss

Most days, Jeanne would have gone to the market on her own, doing her best to keep to herself as she browsed the goods offered by each vendor. Occasionally she'd smile and say hello to the occasional passerby who recognized her, even though she'd rather leave the noisy place as soon as possible.

But today was different. Today she had her arm in Albedo's as they walked down the busy streets of Mondstadt together. "Remember, we need..." Jeanne began to prattle off her list out loud, holding up a finger for each item listed as they walked up to the first stall. She smiled as and waved him off to a different vegetable display before turning to a different one. This was nice; it had been a long time since she had someone to go grocery shopping with her.

"Oh, Miss Jeanne! It's so good to see you!" the stall owner called over as Albedo walked away from Jeanne, her face brightening as she waved. "How have you been?" Jeanne looked up from what she was doing, setting down the carrot she had been holding to politely return the greeting. The two chatted a bit, though Jeanne found herself hoping to end the conversation soon. The owner was nice and all, but small talk beyond buying her produce was a bit taxing.

"Anyway, I was thinking about getting these. How much do I owe you for it?" Jeanne asked as she held up the bundle of carrots she decided on. The stall owner smiled and laughed a little, though her face tinged a bit pink.

"Well uh, for a cutie like you, I think I could say on the house this ti- oh!" the stall owner gasped as Albedo grabbed Jeanne's chin to turn her towards him before leaning in to press a gentle kiss on her lips. Wait. When did he come back? How much of all of this did he hear? As he leaned back, he sent a pointed glare toward the stall owner.

"We'll pay full price for the carrots, thank you."

[mxstball]

[Emergency Meeting] Ejected

Rayquaza looked between the two Lillie's in front of him. They have the same team with the same nicknames. He was able to talk to all 10 Pokémon with them giving similar answers. They both knew about how Rayquaza and they met, where they came from, and how they got here today. It was so uncanny….

And yet, one of them had to be not telling the truth, right? One of them had to be the Lillie he knew, whereas one of them isn't. Yet, it was so hard to figure out which is which. If only Nebby was here….

Both Lillies were glaring at each other. It seemed that they each seemed to be more annoyed. Just what were they doing, debating and fighting to prove to Rayquaza that they were the real Lillie, and that the other is just faking?

Rayquaza sighed.

Then, you both leave me no choice. Since neither of you wish to come clean as to what is truly going on, then we will have to determine this the hard way.

Both Lillies paused, looked at Rayquaza, looked back at each other, and then back at Rayquaza. What did that mean?

I will determine who is the real Lillie is. If you do not speak now, then when it is determined, the Lillie that is determined as the liar will be banished from this Altar, to be Judged by Arceus itself, and Arceus will give no mercy. Do I make myself clear, little ones?

Both Lillies looked at each other and huffed. It looks like neither of them are willing to talk.

Hmmm. Nothing? Very well! Jeanne! Your father requires your attention!

Just then, Jeanne finished running up the stairs. "Already was on my way, dad. I heard confusing stuff so I wanted to take a lo—" Jeanne stopped as she looked between the two Lillies. "Now, that's not something you see every day."

Rayquaza flew over to Jeanne.

Jeanne. My beautiful, insightful daughter. There is an imposter amongst our midst. Both of these instances of Lillie claim to be our Lillie and while they feel the same, behave the same, and even recall the same things, one of them must be betraying our trust. I wish for you to go there and to determine which of these two individuals is your sister.

"...and what about the one I don't pick?"

The liar should be taken to Heidi… to be Judged. It is only then will we learn of the motivation behind their actions.

"…" Jeanne turned to the two Lillie and glared. She already knew who to pick.

Oh, and Jeanne?

"Yes, dad?"

Rayquaza leaned in and licked his daughter's face before speaking to her once again.

Choose... wisely.

"...Yes, dad."

Jeanne walked to the two Lillie, who stood silently and watched as Jeanne looked between the two of them. For anyone else, this was a sharply difficult task. Everything about them seemed identical! However, for Jeanne….

"You." Jeanne placed her hands on one of the Lillie's shoulders. An imposing aura emanated from Jeanne, targeting the other Lillie directly....

"!!!"

"…" Jeanne glared hard into the other Lillie's eyes…. "You… go color with dad. You're fine." Jeanne smiled and turned to Lillie before grabbing her and picking her up. "You're coming with me!"

"Wh—what!?" Lillie was shocked as she was being picked up. "Wait! N—no! You have it all wrong!"

"My intuition never lies, Lillie. You know that."

"D—Dad! Y—You have to help me! P—please! I'm not lying!"

Rayquaza shook his head.

I am sorry, little one. Jeanne has spoken. Now, is time for Judgment I am positive that she will be merciful.

"N—nooooo! You—you have to believe me!" Lillie started punching and kicking while crying.

The other Lillie looked at the sight before turning to Rayquaza. "Please tell Miss Lacey to be nice to her, dad. She probably doesn't meant to hurt anything—"

Rayquaza looked down at the other Lillie, turned to Jeanne, and nodded.

Jeanne nodded as well. "Alright. I'll ask mom if she's willing to show a little mercy." She winked and smiled.

"Noooooo—"

Jeanne used Teleport!

"…." The other Lillie looked on to the now blank area.

….

Rayquaza looked blankly as well.

"… I hope she'll be okay."

I am positive that Heidi will figure out what is going on. I look forward to her report later.

They continued to be silent for another moment.

...Would you like for us to continue the coloring page that we were in the midst of?

Lillie turned to Rayquaza and nodded. "Y—yes, please"

The two then went off to color once more.

[blazenka]

Family Unions

The Argeneau family has dealt with some strange coincidences, weird occurrences, and tender hearted moments over the last decade. A series of one-shots.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6185095/1/Family-Unions

Chapters: 3

Published: July 28,2010 - May 13, 2011

Words: 5463

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Humor/Family - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 18

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Redemption

Siblings

Likelihood

Redemption

Nicholas is no longer on the run. But how will his family react to his return and the council's verdict? Set after 'The Renegade Hunter' when the Argeneau family congregates.

Strange, bizarre, weird, odd but oh so wonderful; Nicholas could not help smiling at his current predicament. He had spent fifty years on the run as a rogue away from family and friends after his wife, who was also his previous life mate, had died and now… He took a deep breath. 'Now you get a chance at redemption,' he told himself as he continued to dress in front of the body length mirror.

"Everything okay?" a feminine voice called from inside the bathroom. Nicholas grumbled as he leaned closure as if that would gain him the ability to be able to fix his tie. "I think in the last five decades I've lost the ability to tie one of these damn things," he admitted with frustration.

A laugh soon erupted from the bathroom along with a fierce brunette. "Mr. I can do anything is defeated by a tie? Are you still the same man I promised to marry?" Jo asked as she walked over to him.

"Well, I hope so," Nicholas smiled as Jo came over to help him. "You nervous?" she asked as she straightened his tie. "Of course, I know what my family probably thinks of me after fifty years," he stopped and looked down at Jo as she continued to straighten his tie unnecessarily, "Are you nervous?"

"Nervous? Why should I be nervous? I'm just meeting your family for the first time, and on top of that, most of them thought you were a murder and a rogue so I don't even know how they are going to think of me? Nervous? No, of course not." Jo responded as she tightened his tie a little too tight. "Jo," he gasped as he loosened the tie, "They will love you despite everything. As for my guilt, Uncle Lucian has already talked to the council on my behalf, remember?" Jo nodded as she moved back to the mirror to fix her hair.

"Have I told you that you look beautiful today and I love you, Jo?" he asked as he moved behind her. She simply shook her head in response.

"You're beautiful, gorgeous really, and I love you. Everything will be fine. My brother and sister already love you, which is all that matters to me," he informed her as he lightly kissed the back of her neck up to her ear.

"Ready?" he asked taking her hand in his own. "As I'll ever be," she smiled warily and the couple headed down the hall and down the stairs to where the Argeneau family waits.

Thomas and Jeanne Louise were downstairs with their aunts, uncles and cousin as they anticipated their older brother's arrival. "Father isn't here," Jeanne stated as they waited for Thomas's life mate, Inez, to appear with their aunt, Marguerite. "Yea, well… if he wouldn't appear for my wedding, why would he appear for this?" he replied with a sour tone. "You should not be so hard on your father," a sweet female voice stated behind them.

"Aunt Marguerite," they say in unison. "Your father is not here because he was not informed," Marguerite informed the siblings. "Why wasn't he been informed?" Thomas asked her suspiciously. "Well, your uncle, Lucian, has sent an enforcer to see… um… him," she stopped herself. "Who?" Thomas continued his line of questions as his sister just stared at their aunt.

"Eshe d'Aureus. Oh look, I think your brother is coming down," she said as she drew their attention to the stairs and quickly walk away to find her husband and life mate.

"Think she's hiding something?" Jeanne asked her brother. "Probably," he replied as he waved to Inez.

Nicholas stared down at his family with mixed expression, yet when Jo grasped his hand he instantly relaxed. He continued to remind himself that as long as Jo was with him, everything would be alright.

Even if every single pair of eyes focused with hate upon him, he would be able to stand tall with Jo by his side.

Yet as they descended the stairs, Nicholas noticed that they were not greeted with expressions of disgust and shame but with relief, hope and… love . Nicholas was taken back but continued to the bottom of the stairs as a smile broke out of his face.

The first people Nicholas spotted were his two siblings and he could feel his heart ache. Nicholas never imagined he would miss them so much in the short period of time, short for his people anyway. Nicholas even missed his sister, who usually caused his a great deal of annoyance when he was first married.

Now, he could not help but smile and almost weep to see their faces. "Nicholas, you've met my life mate, Inez, already. Inez, my long lost brother, Nicholas," Thomas introduced. "I'm not your long lost brother," Nicholas corrected him. "Yes you are. No one knew where you were for about five decades, so you are my long lost brother," Thomas grinned.

Nicholas rolled his eyes then turned to his sister, "Jeanne…" but was cut off as she leaped to hug him. "We've all missed you so much!" she exclaimed while speaking for the whole family.

"It is wonderful to have you back in the family. We have missed you these past years and so much has happened," Marguerite said cheerful as she appeared at the front of the group with a tall dark haired man behind her.

Nicholas smiled and pulled Jo closer, "Everyone, this is my life mate, Josephine Willan," he announced as he rubbed her arm. She winced when he introduced her, Jo really did hate when people used her full name.

"Another life mate so soon? Wow, you're lucky," another voice called out. Nicholas did not need to locate the speaker to realize that it was his cousin, Vincent Argeneau.

Yet he was surprised to see a blonde woman with her arms lovingly around his waist. "You have a life mate too?" Nicholas asked his cousin.

"Yes, this is Jackie Morrisey, my life mate and wife," he smiles, all too proud at the statement. "It's nice to finally meet you, Nicholas," the woman, who was introduced as Jackie, said with a cheery voice. "Nice to meet you too," Nicholas replied with a smile.

Marguerite smiled as well as she introduced the dark haired man behind her, "And this is my life mate, Julius Notte." Nicholas stared at her for a moment, "Julius…" he mumbled as the name sank in. "Your dog?" he asked while a little confused.

"Well yes, they share the same name, but it turns out… oh! It's such a long story. You really have missed quite a lot while you were gone, dear," she said with a worrying expression. "Like, oh, almost all of my children have found their life mates!" she said with the natural enthusiasm of a mother.

Nicholas was about to say he knew from information he heard over the years, but then realized she said 'almost' when he was informed that all of them had indeed.

Probably reading the confusion in his mind as well as on his face Marguerite answered, "It turns out I have a fifth child. I had a fourth son with Julius born five hundred years ago while Jean Claude was assumed dead the first time. Well, you might remember that, I'm not sure. Anyway, his name is Christian and he is over there with his siblings," she informed her and Nicholas immediately spotted a tall auburn haired individual with Lucern, Bastien, Entienne, Lissianna and all their respected life mates.

"Yet, there is plenty of time now," she stated while drawing his attention again from his new questions, "but I think the rest of the family is ready to hear what we were all assembled here for," she said with a smile as she turned to a couple that just entered.

The room fell silent as Lucian Argeneau and his life mate, Leigh Gerard, entered the room. Every one's gaze was upon the two as they made their way through the crowd, and Nicholas could not help his reaction as he stiffened. Jo hugged him gently as she brought him back to reality.

He was being foolish, he already knew the verdict and how this would all turn out. Yet, he could not help but feel the fear the millenniums old man seemed to strike into almost everyone.

When Lucian reached his nephew he gave him a supporting smile as his uncle before turning to the rest as head of the family, "Well, I know you are all curious about Nicholas's return and his fate decided by the council. It's hard to pass judgment on anyone, even more when they are family. So, I'll be quick. Based on evidence discovered over the last month the council ruled that Nicholas Argeneau is innocent of all charges he was accused of roughly fifty years ago."

The mood of the room suddenly lifted as sighs of relief could be heard. "You all may go back chatting and catching up with each other since we do not usually have gatherings like this," and with that last sentence, Lucian went directly back to Leigh.

Nicholas smiled thoughtfully the rest of the night as member after member of his family came up to chat with him. Most welcomed him back and some surprised him when they stated they never thought of him as disowned or rogue but always a part of the family.

He could not ask for a better day, one he dreamed of and never thought it would be possible since he was always sure of his guilt. Yet, it was possible and it had happen, all thanks to Jo, who never gave up on him despite hardly knowing him or the circumstances.

Nicholas looked down at Jo as she loosened his tie while they sat on a couch. It was an hour till morning as most of his family needed to get home before the sun rise. He smiled down her lovingly and whispered, "Thank you." "For what? Loosening your tie?" she laughed.

"No," he stated in a low husky tone with all seriousness. "Thank you for giving me a future. I love you so much but you have given me a chance at a life with you and my family. I am forever in your debt," he finished as he leaned closer to her. "Oh really?" she smiled with interest.

"You two aren't going to go at it right here and now, are you?" Thomas asked as he plopped down on the couch next to them. "Leave them alone. We were once as bad as them," Inez slapped his arm as she sat next to him.

"Yes, but they had two weeks of nothing but alone time. It should be out of their systems by now," he retorted. "You make it sound like it was a vacation," Nicholas glared at his brother. "Well, wasn't it?" Thomas smirked. Nicholas rolled his eyes.

"Nice to have you back," Thomas smiled as he smacked Nicholas's arm. He nodded in response as he held Jo closer, "How is Jeanne?"

"I'm doing just fine, thank you very much," Jeanne answered him as she took the arm chair next to them. "That tone is kind of scary. Maybe you should stop hanging around Uncle Lucian so much," Thomas spoke with mock concern.

"Shut up," she snapped back then turned to Nicholas, "He thinks he is so hilarious because he makes Inez laugh. Thank goodness you weren't here when he kept using his surfer dude lingo."

"You've seemed to grow up since I last saw you," Nicholas told Jeanne, meaning it to be a compliment.

"Yea, I had to when you decided to go on the run," she informed him as she stood up and smacked the arm Thomas previously hit, "Never do that again, by the way! Just because we're half sibling doesn't mean we love or  worry any less."

Nicholas nodded in understanding and began to say something when Jeanne softened. "We're also glad to have you home. I'm sure everyone has told you that," Jeanne smiled.

"Yes, it is great to be home," he agreed as he leaned back. For the first time in fifty years, Nicholas took a deep breath and completely relaxed.

A.N.  Thank you for reading.

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[arc-misadventures]

Burning, Blind Rage

Jeanne: Okay… That was weird…

Jeanne looks about what the dubbed as the, ‘White Room.’ The room where she, and Jaune met. It had been a while since they last swapped, it had been nearly two months since they last swapped, Jeanne had dared hope that it had finally ended.

But, considering she was back here, evidently it wasn’t.

As she looked about she could bot find any trace of, Jaune. Usually they would be meeting at the, ‘Blocks’ by now. A pair of white cubes that rested in the middle of the white void they encapsulated. They usually appeared at the a distance away from the, Blocks. They could usually just pick a direction, and walk, and they would arrive at the, Blocks.’ But, Jaune was no where to be seen.

After having enough of waiting she decided to walk past his block, and see if she could find him. After what felt like five minutes, or was it five hours, the White Room had this way of messing with ones mind. Jeanne finally found his male counterpart, on his knees, head held low, and arms listlessly resting by his sides.

She was going to call out to him when she noticed that, Jaune had done some upgrades since she past saw him. His body was more filled out, less lean, and lanky, more filled out, and muscular. Armour that fitted his body better. A red sash resting upon his waist, as his Crocea Mors rested against his hip. The blade design, looking more refined, less simplistic, and had a more elegant details embedded within its design. The one thing she couldn’t help, but notice was his new hair style. Goes was the shaggy blonde locks of hair, now it was a more stylish spiked hair style that she couldn’t help but admit, looked quite fetching on him.

Jeanne stood their looking at her male counterpart. He just knelt there without moving, nor uttering a word. Speculating he wasn’t going to say anything, she decided to speak for them instead. Since the duo had figured out they couldn’t leave until after they talked. However, something just felt wrong this time, something was wrong with him.

Jeanne: So… uhh… I like the new look… It looks quite fetching.

Jaune: …

Jeanne: Y-You do something to your sword, looks different? Enhance the blade, shield, a-anything?

Jaune: …

Jeanne was getting worried, usually she, and Jaune would be having a semi-pleasant conversation, on account on how everyone in her world was a bit of a jerk to him. But, they still had there moments.

And, they were certainly having one now…

Jeanne: So uhh… I was in, Mantle… never been there before it seemed… it seemed nice? A little dark, and drearily. Probably because, Atlas blocks out the sun most of the time. Hahaha-ha haa… uhh…

Jaune just sat there as if he wasn’t even registering her presence instead of simply ignoring her.

Jeanne: So… uhh… Why were you in, Mantle for? And, where was everyone else? I couldn’t find them. I just spent most of my time wandering about the streets of, Mantle. Got some coffee, and went about my way… Then I just popped up back here.

Jaune: …

Jeanne: So uhh… where were the others? I sure would have liked to meet, Nora, Ren, and Pyrrha. I…?

Jaune twitched, in what she could only describe as pain when he mentioned, Pyrrha’s name. She could here what was a sniff, as his hand brushed away at his face before falling back to his side listlessly once more.

Jeanne: J-Jaune…? Are you crying? Did something happen?

Jeanne approached, Jaune slowly as she walked in front of him, bending down in front of him to look as his tear struck face, and red eyes.

Jeanne: Jaune?! What’s wrong did something happen? Please tell me, what’s wrong?

Jaune: You…

Jaune’s voice was soft, yet cut with a razors edge as it burned with hatred, and despair. His eyes turned to face her, red from tears, or red from rage she could not tell. Yet, they looked at with a blank void less stare that sent chills through her spine.

Jeanne: J-Jaune…? A-Are you okay…? D-Did something happen when You were in my word?

Jaune: Did something… happen…? Oh, gods I wish something did happen…

Jeanne: W-What are you talking about, Jaune, please tell me.

Jaune: Tell me… why was I in, Mantle? Please guess I’d love to know your reasonings…

Jeanne: Y-You were on a training mission, a joint training mission with, Atlas Academy?

Jaune: Good guess… I was working… Shepherding kids as they went to school…

Jeanne: Why would, Atlas have you do that as part of a training mission?

A small device was thrown before, Jeanne. She recognized it as one of the new scrolls, and a picture of his personal I.D.

Jeanne: Okay, I don’t see what this… wait? What is…?! This is a, Huntsman License?! H-How do you have this?!

Jaune: Because, Atlas Academy recognized me as an official, Huntsman…

Jeanne: W-What?! Why would, Atlas recognize you as an official, Huntsman? We’re, well I’m am still in, Beacon Academy.

Jaune: The reason I am in, Atlas unlike you is because, Beacon is gone!

Jaune stood on his feet, his new look also came with a few inches which lead to, Jaune towering over her, as she saw the unfiltered rage burn in his eyes as he stared down little miss perfect.

Jeanne: B-Beacon is gone in your world?! W-What happened?!

Jaune: We were attacked! During the Vytal festival we were attacked by a secret shadow organization that let to the fall of Beacon, and the deaths of hundreds!

Jeanne: W-What?! This happened to you?!

Jaune: Hundreds dead, an entire academy left as a, Grimm hive! A hell hole left in my world! While yours is still perfect just because you have an incompetent, Ozpin, instead of a psychotic, Salem?!!

Jeanne: W-What are you talking about?! I don’t understand!

Jaune: No… Of course you can’t… You still live in your perfect little world…

Jeanne: My world isn’t perfect.

Jaune: But, its a hell of a lot better than mine! Dozens of, Mistrals Hunters still alive because the Haven headmaster didn’t betray them! A White Fang that is a peaceful organization because you don’t have a savage terrorist organization! A Beacon that’s still standing! Blissful ignorance of a shadow war that has been raging for centuries! And… And, your partner is still alive…

These words sent, Jeanne reeling. Jaune’s, Pyrrha was dead. Why was everything in his world such a mess in his world. Why was his life so cursed, and hers so perfect.

Jeanne: W-What happened…? What, happened to, Pyrrha…?

Jaune: She was killed! Murdered during the, Fall after she was manipulated by a immortal parasitic wizard put delusions into her head that only she could save them. Delusions that got her killed!

Jeanne: O-Ozpin…? Ozpin killed her?

Jaune: She was killed by a woman called, Cinder Fall. A lying power hungry whore that will ruthlessly slaughter any of those in her way. At least that’s how she is in my world! In yours she is an experienced, Huntress who has served for years in, Atlas! You got little miss perfect while I got a raging psychopath! But, Ozpin led her down that path! Manipulative double talk that makes her think she was the only one could save them! Another psychopath for me, while you got a nice old lady offering you tea, and biscuits!

Jeanne: Jaune, I-I’m so sorry this happened to you! If I could have helped you, I-I would have!

Jaune: Then you could get the fuck out of my life!

Jaune screamed in unbridled rage at her, the shock of which sent, Jeanne tumbling to the floor, she started to push away from him as he towered over her.

Jaune: I thought my life was okay. Sure it sucked, but was better than it is now! Then we swapped! And I got to see how everyone loved you, how your friends, and family treated you! How they showered you in love, and affection! You were constantly teased, and bullied by your siblings! Your mother, and father taught you how to fight, while mine dismissed me! Why?! Why is your life so much better than mine?! Why?! Why?! Why…

Jaune broke down into tears as he fell to his knees. Before, Jeanne wasn’t a proud Huntsman. But, a broken boy. Broken by the cruel realities of his world, and the unfairness of her world.

Jeanne slowly got up on her knees, and crawled over to, Jaune and draped her body over his hunched form. Slowly rubbing the broken boy back in a comforting motion as she hugged him.

Jeanne: I’m sorry. Jaune… I’m so sorry…

Jaune: Its not fair… it’s not fair! It’s not…?!

(Thud!)

Jeanne’s eyes opened wide, gone was the white floor, and returned was the clockwork floor of, Headmistress Selma’s office.

She looked up, and saw she was surrounded by her team, friends, and teacher. Weapons held at the ready, all pointed towards her. The all eased their weapons as they saw, Jeanne’s face. The first to step forward with a nervous hint to her voice was, Headmistress Selma.

Selma: J-Jeanne is that you? Are you okay?

Jeanne could stare at all these people who loved, and supported her. All those who stood besides her. And, all she could do as she gazed upon these people was feel the tears as the fell down her face.

Her hands cupping her face as the tears fell. Soon, Jeanne could feel the comforting embrace of her friends as the hugged their heart broken friend as she cried her eyes out muttering the same words over, and over again.

Jeanne: I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, we had to meet, Jaune… I’m sorry…

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I’m surprised none of you sent me an ask with this idea in it. I thought of this the moment I finished the second prompt. They were mostly, Jaune having enough, and quitting, Beacon. Oh well.

Consider this one in its own little ‘bubble’ compared to the rest.

Do enjoy~!