#Lyon-beast-king

[snakeofgarlemald]

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Lyon wanted him serious, so he was being serious and actually pulling his rank for once in his life, and yes still pissed despite the fact that he had his mask on to show no emotions even if he was hurting still. Though as he had started to explain each of the options, he took note of the elder’s reactions to them, and of course he gets a frown at the first one since house chores and working with their oh so favorite scientist. But tough luck since they weren’t suppose to be enjoyable anyways, they’re called punishments for a reason. Though Menenius raised an eyebrow at the mention of demons since he said what he said Lyon, he was simply covering most of the loopholes that would cause problems down the line.

As peach eyes watched Lyon walk around the room for a bit, that made the younger tilt his head since huh, he actually thinking about this? But as the option for no sex for three weeks was chosen, Menenius nodded his head though hearing Lyon’s question, Menenius crossed his arms gently once more since ah....that’s the reason why. “No one else is going to have sex with me Helsos since I chose you after all, but yes I will be fine for three weeks. Since remember, if I was able to during the ten years then I can do it again no problem.” Then again...Lyon wasn’t there in Dalmasca so in turn, this really would be a test of willpower as his body had gotten use to Lyon’s once more. So far, he’s been three days without intercourse or really anything from the elder so he should be good.

“I am surprised that you chose this option actually. Thought helping Sicinius out would be the lesser of two evils, but I’ll go ahead and let Albeleo know that we’ll need an enchantment from him, and also make sure that he forbids the other mages, including Sartauvoir from break it until time is up. What he choses to cast will be his choice with a little suggestion from me.” Though honestly....he was curious to see how Lyon would work with this.

[tenuuchlegch]

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Lyon laughs. "Still acts like a little kitty."

        Odtsetseg would scarcely call slaying false gods, men and machines ‘kitty-like’, but his words were of no consequence. She would simply believe him calling her such things were a result of him slowly becoming senile in the head. 

[snakeofgarlemald]

Sex with him is far from quiet.....far from quiet?! Ugh, he knows that he's loud but when one has a partner like Lyon, it's kinda impossible to even stay quiet when the man is fucking you till no tomorrow. Plus Lyon hasn't objected once, not even when he was younger..... ah well... can't change that habit now, can he? But for now, he would enjoy this time that he could spend with the elder since apart from Bozja where they might have a chance to be around each other more, they would need to hide their relationship till then. Especially from his family and Garlemald since well....he didn't want to find out what would happen. Yet seven hells....he loved Lyon so much and just lying on the balcony as the snow fell around them, they were missing this.... he was missing this and now he felt whole and happy.

After speaking up about letting Lyon do what he wants when they get to the Southern Front, too see those blue eyes lite up as the elder perked up, it made Menenius' heart flutter more as he nods his head gently. "I mean it and I know how much you hate doing paperwork as well so I'll also do my best to limit the amount you need to do. I'll still need reports and all that but otherwise, you'll get to find some new playmates." Winking gently before watching Lyon lean in as he feels the elder touch his chin, closing his eyes briefly at the gentle kiss before feeling it pulled away. Breathing out, he had to remind himself that they'll be able to do more of that when they're away, course hearing Lyon speak up, Menenius wiggled his ears a bit as he chuckled once more.

"Hmmm, we could do more of that if we have the chance since it wasn't as bad." Grinning but blinking as he heard noises in the building, Menenius grumbled as damn it, not now! "Couldn't they ignore us a bit more.....ugh...." From his position, Menenius sat up as he sighed but thankfully they had the excuse of the snow to ease suspicions as Menenius spoke up. "Guess we need to entertain the masses once more, and if they ask....basically discussing the strategies that you'll more then likely be using with your beast. And I was attempting to show you how to make a snow angel with little to no snow since we'll be gone for awhile." He knew the snow one would work easily but otherwise, they would need to improvise. Groaning as he got up, Menenius then turned as he offered a hand to Lyon as he smiled gently to him.

"We'll just have to endure the rest of today then we'll more or less be free to do what we want afterwards."

a kiss shared underneath fireworks. (Menenius)

KISS ME .. an assortment of kissing prompts .

Watching the fireworks in Garlimald was...something...if not amusing. He swears, do they do this every chance they get, or what? Eh, he doesn't care, he has more important things on his mind than the Emperor's Birthday. Looking down at the Elezen in his arms, the Beast King stares at the peach eyes meet his, making the elder raise his brow for a moment. Eh, why the hell not. Sitting on the balcony, furs wrapped around them, Lyon leans over as he kisses Menenius, gently taking his face in his hand as he sighs, relishing the fact that not so long ago, he got demoted while the other got promoted, to find the elezen as Dawon's feet staring up at him as he rests on the beast back... to hear he was to work for him...to feel his lips against him...

He missed this... he missed the elezen so damn much...and now...now...he had him again...

Making the kiss even deeper for a moment, the elder pulls away with a sigh. "That patch of hair on your face suppose to make you look older, or can you really not grow much on that babyface of yours?" He teases. Some things never change after so many years.

[awaylaughing]

Not me *finally* completing my first EA-7KPP run having my main take away be "Speaker Andel pretty and weird <333333"

[charmingbrute]

That...that isn’t something someone should be proud of. Scrunching his brows, Lyon sighs and shakes his head. “Well okay then, I don’t know if I should be concerned or not.” How does this guy even function? Should he be concerned? He really isn’t one to be concerned for the enemy. // @lyon-beast-king

Does he look unwell?There's nothing wrong with him, see? He's a completely and absolutely normal, average looking man. What could possibly be wrong with him? Spare him no concerns, Lyon. "Come on, I'm just a little guy."

[senetaf]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Here is your star

[espressoristretto-patronum]

A/N: English is not my first language, and my blogger skills (?) are poor, so proceed with caution!

Meet my MC!

My fanfiction on AO3: To me, she is the sun

Tori's character sheet by kiwiplaetzchen

Tori and Poppy by pheexblack

Tori (birthday's present ❤️) by myook

Tori (and other MCs) by myokk

Tori (Trick or treat's treat 🎃) by myook

Tori (and other MCs) by a-florable

Tori by ladyofsappho

Tori in girls group by acslytherpuff

Tori, Cassie and Garreth by acslytherpuff

Tori and Cassie 🌻 by acslytherpuff

Tori and Poppy (and three other beautiful couples) by acslytherpuff

Tori and Poppy (wip) by acslytherpuff

Tori, Cassie and Val 💕 by acslytherpuff

Tori and friends' quidditch MCs by acslytherpuff

Tori and friends' quidditch MCs pt. 2 by acslytherpuff

Tori in group MCs by girl-named-matty

Tori and the girls ✨ by girl-named-matty

Tori by theladyofshalott1989

Tori and Poppy (animal crossing au 🦝) by rypnami

Tori (gift from my sweetest wife bean 💕) by savingsallow

You can find how much Tori and Poppy are living in my mind rent free under the hashtags #Tori Lewis and #Tori x Poppy 😁

ABOUT HER

Name: Tori Lewis

Birthday: 14th June 1875

Birthplace: Turin, Italy

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Lesbian

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Acaia wood, phoenix core, 12' length, quite bendy flexibility

Patronus: Jack Russell Terrier

Quidditch position: Seeker; Imelda practically begged her to join the Hufflepuff team because "I need a good competition in order to improve myself!"

Some extra facts!

Her name

Tori stands for Vittoria. Why Vittoria? Because she is half-British and half-Italian (from her mother's side) 🤌. I chose the name because I like to think that her parents thought about  Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom and King Vittorio Emanuele II of Italy, both sovereigns by the time of Tori's birth.

Why Turin?

Because well, it's my birthplace! Also, Turin is a special city: it has a lot of esoteric story. In a few words, this city joins London and San Francisco to create the triangle of Black Magic, but also the triangle of White Magic too with Lyon and Prague.

Future

Spouse: Poppy Sweeting (she IS wife)

Career: Auror and Natty is her partner, they're thick as thieves and menace to their superior

I think that Poppy's mission is still saving beasts from poachers, so I headcanon she is a sort of mix of Auror and magizoologist (guys, I have no idea about careers in wizard world lol)

Residence: Hogsmeade (I headcanon that since she is a Keeper, she doesn't want to live far away from Hogwarts, I'm also too in love with Hogsmeade)

My personal headcanons with future wife Poppy 💛

Even if they're in the same house and same bedroom, Poppy had never spoken to Tori before their first Beasts Class together because the last was often away and Poppy herself is a night owl, visiting Highwing or studying beasts, etc.

Poppy was also sure that the new fifth year will become like her schoolmates. Because sure, why the new cool, brave student will be friend with Peculiar Poppy? But fortunately Tori is such a good egg, kneazles can confirm.

Tori decided to kneel in front of the Graphorn (because we're not a monster, right?) following Poppy's example. It was Poppy that waited patiently for the mother dragon to take its egg back. It was Poppy that put down her wand when centaurs came to her. And of course, you should show respect to an Hippogriff before approaching.

That's why she chose to kneel. The Graphorn has fought well, it deserved respect.

Poppy felt in love first. Tori felt harder. Like she is kind of in denial for a while and then BOOM she falls and realises and she is panicking "what? Aaaaah what should I do now?!"

Poppy doesn't need protection but loves how protective Tori is.

Their love language is physical touch. Every single one. Surprise hugs from behind? Lovely! Forehead kiss? Adorable! Cuddles in the vivarium with beasts? The best!

Should I really say it? Poppy is an adorable little spoon and love to be wrapped in Tori's arms.

Tori is a golden retriever. Already from day one when Poppy asked to follow her in the forest.

Tori feel like she could die because of Poppy's cuteness, often screaming "STOP BEING SO CUTE AND SO KISSABLE I CAN'T FOCUS"

Poppy is a great cook, Tori isn't at all. But a few times she has tried to cook to cheer Poppy up. The result was messy but still edible and Poppy appreciated the efforts.

They're bad dancers but they don't care, they're having fun

I have a very sappy proposal headcanon.

Tori proposed to Poppy after a couple of months after graduation (lesbian couples move fast, okay?) and she decided to be extremely romantic.

She studied where and when to find Mooncalves' dance and saved the day on her calendar. When the day came, she took Poppy and flied on Highwing to the special place.

Poppy thought the surprise was the mooncalves' dance, instead she turned around and found Tori on her knees, with a ring in her hand. A very shining ring that a selvatic niffler has tried to steal before Poppy could say yes, jumping from a bush the moment the ring sparkled under the moonlight. The little beast had caused little chaos but fortunately they catched it before was too late. With the retrieved ring in one hand, and the beast thief in the other, Tori asked grinning "do you still want to marry meee?"

I've surely more facts and headcanons for my MC, but I think this post is already long enough!

Anddd that was my MC! If you've read so far, thank you so much!

[ladykailitha]

Just a little continuation of this AU idea. I'll be using their show names for ease of understanding but in the story they would be called what I called them in the previous post.

It all cumulates toward a masquerade ball where everyone is dressed as mythical creatures.

Newly crowned King Steven dresses as the Stratford Lyon. A beast that is that of a red lion with large antlers and tusks, but known for its impressive and wild mane (you know Steve would latch on that like lightning). He dressed all in red with his hair flowing to his shoulders, his mask is red, too. It's a full face mask that is a lion face with tusks and the antlers coming off the top of the mask gracefully blending into his hair.

Eddie is beguiling dressed as Mephistopheles. He's dressed all in black. His mask dark rust red covering his upper lip and horns curling from the top of his mask, like Steve's antlers but his are rams' horns.

Robin is dressed as a Nachtkrapp. She was born in Germany and married off to a French Marquis (multilingual like whoa) so she grew up hearing about the night raven. She wanted to go scary and masculine. She succeeds. :D

Chrissy is an angel, to play up on the queen thinking Steve should pick her and Steve wanting to pick Eddie. Her mask is silver, only covering her eyes. She wears a circlet on her piled up hair making it look like a halo. She wears pure white dress. And she is the only one at the ball who knows that Mephisto is Eddie.

Steve's other candidates for marriage are dressed as Titania, a mermaid, and a Valkyrie, Nancy, Vickie, and Tammy respectively.

The Party is all dressed as mythical creatures. Dustin is a griffin, Will is a unicorn, and Mike is dragon. And is completely pissed when Lucas shows up a wyvern. Lucas points out his wings are his forearms which completely different from the four legged, back-winged dragon Mike is. Dustin wanted to be a griffin because it was like Steve's Stratford Lyon without completely giving it away who is under the mask.

The queen is royally pissed when Jonathan turns up as Oberon signalling that Nancy and he are an item, completely removing her from candidacy.

Eddie dressed up in secret for the ball because as he was stripped of his titles he wasn't allowed to go. But an advisor of Steve's and long time friend of the Munsons, lets Eddie go in his place. Chrissy helps him get clothes and things and stores them in her room. Which he sneaks into after the ball has started and changes.

Hopper helps him sneak around front to go through the front gates as though he's arriving.

Steve is drawn to Eddie, even though he doesn't know it's him. The queen is chewing glass. This was NOT how it was supposed to go.

Eddie tries to sneak back to Chrissy's before the unmasking at midnight, but Steve chases him. He finds out the man he was so attracted to is also the one that makes him laugh, makes him think, makes him a better person.

And they kiss about it.

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[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2024: Day 5 - Stamp

“Something on your mind?”

Fareena looked up. Fran. A single eyebrow raised, her usual stony look replaced with one of concern. Fareena shook her head, rising to her feet. “Just expected something more, that’s all.”

Fran looked as if she wanted to pry further, but chose instead to let sleeping hounds lie. One of the problems with living as long as they did was the regrets that lingered with them. While Fareena had a few decades on the other viera, they’d both lived long enough to understand.

And besides, the grave Fareena knelt beside gave no impression of who lay beneath it to anyone but the viera herself. Couldn’t live long enough to say you told me so, mother?

Dalmasca was silent as the dead. The 4th legion had vanished into the deserts before their arrival. Those few Dalmascans who remained told their story for them. Noah van Gabranth was dead, slain by the beast king Lyon. The castrum burned. The resistance’s work had been done for them. All that was left was to gather up those that remained and rebuild.

And all that was left for Fareena was to wander among the ashes of the home she never wanted. Ghosts surrounded her on all sides. The dead crowded the streets. The living wore masks of death. But all Fareena could feel, when she finally found the woman she was looking for, was relief. It was a bitter thing, to realise just how badly the old woman had clung to her back all these years. But she was gone now. Dead as the empire that burned her home to the ground.

Idly Fareena wondered how it had happened. Her mother wasn’t the type to take the annexation of her home lying down, but would she have been fool enough to join the resistance? Not likely. Her mother had been a coward. She had slung bitter words and hateful bile at her only daughter as she had left Dalmasca near a century ago, but she had done nothing to rebuild the bridge she had burned. She had sent nobody to find her wayward daughter. She had let Fareena become a ghost in her life.

Not that Fareena had wanted to be found, but it was the principle of the thing.

“The provisional government will be meeting shortly.” Fran’s words were clipped, neutral in tone. The sympathy in her eyes was carefully ignored by Fareena. “We’d like you to attend, as a representative of Bozja and the Eastern Alliance.” More politics. More pointless, empty posturing. Fareena would normally have turned Fran down, and none too gently at that. But something pulled on her. Something kept her here.

“Lead the way,” Fareena replied. She ignored the tug at her heart as she turned away from the grave. She ignored the yawning abyss as the reality of her mother’s death hit her. She ignored the way her eyes were suddenly stinging.

To her credit, Fran did too.

[snakeofgarlemald]

‘ l i f t e d ‘ 

My muse has just been grievously injured…. Send me  ‘ l i f t e d ‘   for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and carrying them to safety. 

Seven hells, why did he have a raging headache.....and why did his eye....no everything hurt? Attempt to open his eyes, he felt himself floating though the sounds of explosions and fighting echoed in the distance until Menenius barely came too again as one good eye opened and oh look, Lyon was there....and he was about to get motion sickness since was he in Lyon's arms or on his beast? Honestly he was attempting to remember what happened and oh that's right..... The blast from his reaper as he defended both Noah and Lyon from an attempted enemy ambushed which in turn blasted him straight to a wall.

Hells, how long had he been out for? Even attempting to breath hurt as he winced in pain, gritting his teeth as his one good peach eye attempted to focus on the elder of them. "....b-both....both of you....are safe?"

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

A couple of my OCs who won't be appearing until a fair bit later in Hearing Problems won't get out of my goddamn head, so I gotta do a thing, please forgive me.

Here's a rough outline of their character profiles without giving away too many plot points.

These are my boys. Know them both like the back of my hand, have been dealing with them for literal decades.

So here we have the captain and first mate of the Hurricane pirates, Lyon D. Rollo and Janx.

Their general dynamic in a nutshell, pulled from an old fic:

Janx shot a glare at his captain, and then elbowed him into an innocent bystander. Lyon turned to apologize, but instead decided, as Janx had at that moment, that it would be a better idea to run, as it was actually a Marine that Lyon had just been elbowed into. Behind him he heard the man yelling, "Vice-Admiral! Lyon just ran off down the street!"

They took a detour down a back road and slowed down a little.

"Well, I guess we won't be skipping off into the sunset anytime soon, will we?" Janx said bitterly.

"Skipping? Definitely not. Running wildly toward it with a hundred or so heavily armed Marines chasing us? Very possibly."

That's them. That's my idiots.

Lyon first.

Age: (during Hearing Problems) Late 30s to early 40s. Hard to say since he honestly won't give a definitive answer, been lying about how old he was since he joined Roger's crew as a cabin boy/apprentice and hasn't really been able to get it straight since. Around the same age as Shanks and Buggy, give or take a year or two.

Appearance:

face claim is Josh Upshaw, edited for eye color; younger face claim is Berthold Rothas, hair and eyes edited, age late teens to early twenties

Art by me

Wild dark blonde hair that he keeps around shoulder length or longer, may be tied back in a loose ponytail. Honey brown eyes, short dark facial hair. Around 5'11" height, broad shoulders, lean build.

Black tricorne hat (replacement for the tricorne he gave his daughter twenty years ago), loose button shirts or t-shirts, loose comfortable pants, cloth belts, long black or dark blue overcoat. Silver oval locket he keeps tucked into his collar, with pictures of his late wife and daughter enclosed in it.

Primary weapon is a curved cutlass. Also often carries an old classical acoustic guitar; can't actually play the thing, it's just a reminder of home.

Personality: Oh the poor sweet dumbass. He's not exactly stupid; he's actually quite well-spoken and well-read, but he has all the common sense of a thumb tack. Was gullible to a fault in his younger years, and while age has eased that off a bit it hasn't done away with the issue entirely. Strongly prefers negotiation over physical altercation, but doesn't shy away from a fight at all if it becomes a necessity. Absolutely will deck anyone for shit-talking his mother. Hates Marines with a burning passion. Bit brooding at times, but mostly fun-loving. Strong sense of ambition—no interest in becoming King of the Pirates since that honestly just sounds like too much responsibility, but he's quite intent on racking up the highest bounty in known history.

Powers/abilities/talents:

Blades: If it has a sharp edge, Lyon can wield it fairly well, but he has a strong preference for one-handed swords, in particular sabres and cutlasses. He can easily go toe-to-toe with Shanks in a swordfight.

Devil Fruit: Kaze Kaze no Mi (Logia type: Wind). When Lyon initially left home at twelve, he really had no navigational skills whatsoever, and following the Log Posse he had stolen led him to an uninhabited island full of nothing but trees and beasts. Bordering on starvation while he waited for the log posse to set, he happened across a tree full of fruit. Being twelve years old and honestly not the brightest bulb in the box, he noticed one particular fruit that stood out due to its bright colors and shape, and he decided he wanted that one. Tasted disgusting, but he had climbed a damned tree to get it and he was hungry, so he dealt with it begrudgingly. Once he was back out on the sea, he realized by total accident that he could now control the wind (wind wasn't blowing and sloop was crawling along, he got impatient about it and started literally shouting at the wind to just blow already and it listened). Had no knowledge of devil fruits at the time and didn't really know what was going on until he joined Roger's crew and found out devil fruits were a thing and he had eaten one. Roger found this hilarious of course, though Lyon's abilities did cause them a bit of trouble; they were difficult to control, and if he wasn't careful he could end up altering wind and ocean currents and causing a literal hurricane.

Haki: Very adept with Armament Haki (Busoshoku), fairly adept with Conquerer's Haki (Haoshoku). Observation Haki (Kenbunshoku) not so much.

Music: Try though he may he has never managed to learn to play any instrument, which annoys him to absolutely no end because his mother was talented with several; but he has quite a lovely singing voice, and has penned a good few shanties in his time on the sea.

Affiliations/Relationships:

Helena Lionne (OC): His mother, who raised him more or less on her own. He was unaware she had been a pirate until he was around ten years old, when one of her old crewmates got a little too drunk and spilled the beans. She didn't want him to follow in her footsteps, but he ended up doing so anyway, stealing a sloop and a log posse from their island when he was twelve years old and setting out on his own. He's fiercely proud to call himself her son and took a variation of her surname rather than his father's.

Monkey D. Garp: The initial source of his hatred for Marines. Absolutely not his father and if anyone suggests it he WILL fight.

Monkey D. Dragon: Much older brother (more than ten years older), weren't close in their youth but have recently reconnected due to mutual interests.

Janx (OC): First mate, best frienemies, pretty much brothers. Janx probably never would have become a pirate if it hadn't been for Lyon. They bicker like an old married couple, but they also balance each other and they'd both lay their lives on the line for each other.

Sedna Lyon, nee. Beckman: The love of his life, his original first mate, briefly his wife, who died tragically amid a firefight with the Marines barely an hour after their daughter was born. They barely had two years together, but he still firmly believes they were soulmates, and he's never truly loved any other woman since he lost her.

Karimi Lionne (OC): His daughter and only child, who he hasn't seen in twenty years; left her in the care of his mother after she accidentally ate a devil fruit aboard his ship when she was three years old. Believes her to have died in the massacre that killed his mother and destroyed the village where he grew up.

Red Haired Shanks: Best friends in their youth, Shanks was essentially responsible for recruiting Lyon into Roger's crew. Hard to say which of them is actually older due to Lyon's tendency to lie about his age, but Shanks is definitely the older brother figure here since Lyon was such a gullible little shit. They set out together after Roger's execution, as allies rather than actual crewmates since they both intended to be captains, and parted ways as friends once they had both gathered enough crew to handle a ship.

Benn Beckman: First mate of the Red-Hair pirates, and also technically his brother-in-law. Benn still blames Lyon for the death of his younger sister and essentially hates his guts. Refers to him almost exclusively as Lyon D. Dipshit.

Buggy: Once a good friend aboard Roger's crew, but Lyon hasn't heard from him since they went their separate ways after Roger's execution. Buggy used to prank Lyon relentlessly when Lyon was younger and more gullible, but it was all in good fun. Mostly.

Hurricane pirates: Captain thereof, though presently disbanded for personal reasons.

Red-Hair pirates: Strong ally, though they haven't heard from him in nearly a decade

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Aaaand now Janx (who I may or may not have named after the strongest liquor in the galaxy, a la Old Janx Spirit from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)

Age: 42

Appearance: (face claim, after literal years of not being sure, is Bruce Campbell c. ARMY OF DARKNESS, except bright blue hair. Voice claim as well. Basically just picture Ash with blue hair and that's our boy. Young face claim is Trent Ford for late teens-early twenties.)

Bright blue hair, slicked back from forehead and temples, not quite shoulder length. Big bright blue eyes that he has no problem using to get himself out of trouble. Clean shaved. Square jaw, square shoulders, trim build, about 6'3" height. Rarely seen without a shit-eating grin.

Tank top with black and white horizontal stripes, loose black pants with several pockets and belt loops to attach belts and guns.

The trope of characters being patted down and innumerable weapons being removed from their person is Janx in a nutshell. He never has less than six guns on him (two revolvers, two flintlock pistols, a rifle across his back, a sawed-off double barrel shotgun at his hip, probably a few knives in strategic locations, and a pair of brass knuckles for particularly sticky situations). Also has an altered gun holster at his belt where he carries a corked bottle of either liquor or some other flammable liquid, for use in making a quick molotov cocktail for distraction.

Personality: My beloved idiot, I haven't written him in literal years but he still lives rent free in my head twenty-four-seven. He's not very well read, and every other word out of his mouth is probably a profanity, but he's got enough street smarts and common sense to make up for it. There's no filter between his brain and his mouth. None, at all. I'd say he's a womanizer but that wouldn't be totally accurate, he's pan af. Basically if it can be fucked and is willing then he's going for it. There is absolutely no question that he has ADHD, with severe executive dysfunction. Everything is a chore, just let him vibe. Gives not one single iota of a fuck what anyone thinks of him. Eternally the life of the party. Cannot say no to a bet or a dare. Will start a bar brawl, throw a punch or two, and then quietly back out of it just to revel in the chaos he has created. Fiercely protective of his comrades and chosen family, especially his captain, and would lay his life on the line for any of them.

Abilities/Talents:

Firearms: Whether it's building them, maintenance, or shooting, he's your man. His father was proficient in carpentry and gunsmithing, and Janx took to the latter far more than the former. He could disassemble and rebuild any firearm put in front of him by the time he was eight years old. And shooting? You could throw a pebble in the air and he could shoot it down without batting an eye. Quick reload time even with flintlock weapons. If it uses gunpowder, he knows everything about it—and if he doesn't, give him five minutes and he'll be all but a certified expert.

Charisma/conning: He could sell ice to an Eskimo. He could convince you that he owns an entire island. He spent the better part of his formative years scamming people to make ends meet and he's turned it into an art form. If he had never become a pirate, he still would have been a successful conman.

Gunsmithing and carpentry: He had a fair knowledge of both from apprenticing under his father, but definitely more knowledge when it comes to gunsmithing. He can handle minor repairs around the ship, but not anything major. But when It comes to guns, he's the one to ask.

Chaos: If havoc need be wreaked, he's got it. He has a serious talent for it, is pretty much the embodiment of chaos. He absolutely revels in it, and if a distraction is needed, he has it handled.

Haki: Armament haki (Busoshoku), and even more adept with it than his captain; and fairly adept with Observation haki (Kenbunshoku), which goes hand in hand with his talents for both charisma and chaos.

Relationships/affiliations:

Lyon D. Rollo (OC): That's his captain, but that's also his lil bro. You fuck with him, you fuck with Janx, and you do not want to f with Janx.

Karimi Lionne (OC): That's his babygirl, basically his niece, see above for further instruction. If he considers someone family, you do NOT f with them. Would protect that child with his life, even if she does irritate the everloving hell out of him. Like Lyon, he is under the impression she lost her life along with her grandmother ten years ago, amid the massacre of Conch Cove.

Helena Lionne (OC): MILF. Does not care at all if it makes his captain uncomfortable, if he can bag The Siren then that's fucking bragging rights. Only actually met her once, when they made it to her island to take Karimi there, and he literally bowed down and pledged his undying loyalty on the spot. Helena did not help the situation by flirting right back, and Janx has spent the past two decades occasionally referring to his captain as "son" to get under his skin.

Monkey D. Garp: Government trash, no other opinions.

Monkey D. Dragon: Pretty cool dude, if a little intense.

Red-Haired Shanks: Also his bro, these two are not allowed to drink together unsupervised under any circumstances. Last time they did was over twenty years ago, around the time Janx joined up with Lyon, and it ended up resulting in Janx's first ever bounty because they decided it would be fun to incite a brawl in a primarily Marine tavern.

Benn Beckman: Considers Janx an absolute menace to society and is probably not wrong.

Buggy: Literally his younger brother, by blood. They haven't seen each other since Buggy was nine years old and Janx was thirteen or fourteen; they didn't part ways well. Janx still hated pirates at the time. Their father was killed by pirates, along with the majority of their hometown. They avoided death because Janx, at eight years old, convinced said pirates that they were children of a noble and worth taking for ransom. When said pirates learned otherwise, they were sold to a noble as servants, who treated them as less than human and had a tendency to punish them violently for insubordination. Janx ended up murdering the man at ten years old when one of said punishments nearly killed his younger brother, by smothering him in his sleep with a pillow, and then incited a riot among the other servants at the estate that allowed himself and Buggy to escape on a stolen brig without any notice and get as far away as possible. Janx remained fiercely opposed to pirates, used his skills in carpentry and conning to make ends meet for the two of them; but Buggy, having been much younger and not having any vivid memories of their father or their home, ended up being enticed into joining Roger's crew as a cabin boy/apprentice at around nine years old. Begged Janx to come with him but he refused, and the resulting argument between the brothers ended with them essentially disowning each other. Janx still regrets it almost three decades later, and still keeps an ear out for any news of his younger brother; he doubts there's any chance of making ammends at this point, but he would still to this day give his life to keep him safe.

[snakeofgarlemald]

Why a behemoth of all beast? Actually this was the first he's been asked about it and he may have seen the destructive power of the King of Monsters in a way. Though outside of battles, there were plenty of ways to use a Behemoth, especially if it required training with their meteors. Granted they had Red Comet but from what he knew of the Behemoth's meteors, it would be great practice along with the mages so there's that. Yet listening to Lyon speak up, and having him suggest that they start off with a baby even though the babies can be a lot as well, Menenius could probably handle it. Though hearing how Dawon was different but still one of the few hardest to train, honestly Menenius wanted a challenge at this point.

He wanted to see if he could match the beast masters at what they do and well..... doesn't hurt to learn about other types of occupations since it could help him down the line. To have more options in case one goes south, to have a back up plan to throw off the enemies, he knew that their enemies would be expecting him with his machines but they wouldn't expect him on a behemoth, now would they? Though peach eyes noticed that the elder was giving him a wild grin, Menenius raised an eyebrow of sorts since what was going on in that mind of his? Course once Lyon started talking, Menenius leaned up a bit as he tilted his head gently, listening to the conditions and chuckling at the last one. Training in bed with him on top huh and taking in ALL of the Beast King's length down to the very bottom, actually all of that seems fair enough. After all, he knew this was going to be awhile after all since unlike his machines, animals and beast required a lot more time.

Leaning in to give Lyon a kiss to seal the deal, Menenius then nodded as he spoke up. "All of that sounds fair to me, so you got yourself a deal Lyon." Grinning, he then sat up on Lyon's waist, speaking more as he then decided to put his hair in the low braid. "Plus why a behemoth? Granted battle wise, if I see the opposing army with a behemoth, I would rather run the other way and plus they're destructive are they not? But outside of that, they would make this place more.....lively so to speak. They would help with training and combined with our mages, would help out our soldiers a lot more. But apart from those, if you get a behemoth to trust you then aren't you set for life with their loyalty?"

On second thought, this might be a better idea then he expected.

❛ we’re not perfect, but we’re perfect for each other. ❜

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.

Laying on his back in Menenius' bed, the hyur turns his head to look at the other with those ice-crystal blue eyes. "You think so eh? Pretty funny that you think that..." Perfect or not, he didn't want to be with anyone besides Menenius, fate, and perfection, and all that shite be damned. Still, it was funny how the other thought they did.

[wistful-giselle]

Dear Giselle,

I was wondering whether you had any recommendations of fairy tale retellings like Angela Carter's, specially Beauty and the Beast🤍

dear friend,

angela carter — for me — will always reign supreme over the realm of fairy tale — I struggle to think of any who write as richly as her (and I imagine you have read both her beauty and the beast tales — ‘the courtship of mr lyon’ & ‘the tiger’s bride’) ❀ ~

however — you might also find anne sexton’s poetry volume ‘transformations’ interesting — be warned, they are darker, satirical renditions & don’t take kindly to the ‘angel in the house’ archetype common to the fairy tale…..

leonora carrington’s short stories are not precise retellings of fairy tales, but follow the same fantastic metamorphoses of carter’s ‘the tiger’s bride’ & ‘the erl king’ — all wonderfully strange & irreverent & feminine…..

I also was very fond of the ‘lunar chronicles’ series by marissa meyer when I was younger — each book is dedicated to a different fairy tale. and they have romance, which is important to a fairy tale energy.

off the top of my heart I cannot think of others, I am afraid — but I shall keep thinking, as I too adore fairy tales and identity deeply with belle of beauty and the beast…. but you may enjoy reading ‘women who run with the wolves’ by clarissa pinkola estés, which collects fairy tales & folktales & essays on different feminine archetypes ~

light and love to you ♡

[charmingbrute]

Gently sets a baby coeurl onto a sleeping Meteor before sneaking off.

It's a surprise that the sudden weight on his arm didn't wake him up.

[senetaf]

“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”

The warg sat in his cell, his mind racing with thoughts of vengeance and despair. He had lost everything, his home burned to the ground, his people slaughtered. He had been taken prisoner by the IVth Imperial Legion, forced to endure countless experiments and live in inhumane conditions. Suns turned into sennights, sennights turned into moons, and he had lost track of how much time had passed. How long had it been since he had last seen the sun, felt the wind on his face, or tasted fresh food? He could not say.

He kicked the bowl at the edge of his bed, frustration and anger welling up inside him. What had he become? A slave, a prisoner, a pawn in someone else's game. He snarled at the man looking at him, a Pilus who had become all too familiar with his presence. They have no idea of the fantasies that filled his mind, of the ways in which he could take their life and be rid of them for good. But they were just fantasies, ones he had no way of making into a reality. He was at their mercy, and that was the most unbearable thought of all. They could do with him as they pleased, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. He had spent most of his time plotting how to kill every single one of them, but he knew deep down that it was a futile effort. They were too powerful, too numerous, and he was just one man.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of his situation. How much longer could he endure this? How much longer could he survive on meager rations, sleep on a hard and unforgiving bed, and be subject to their cruel experiments? Forced to be exposed to abundant amount of aether to become a dog eager to follow their command? He did not know. All he knew was that he had to keep fighting, keep struggling to hold on to the hope that someday, somehow, he would find a way out.

But for now, he's at the mercy of those who had destroyed his life.

"Are you hearing yourself? Look at me and the state you've put me in. Not much of it I can do with this chain you and yours have on me."