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sunny-mercya · 1 year ago

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Ordinary Godly

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

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Percy Jackson, who has fought a variety of Monsters and argued—even battled at some point—with the Godly deities of the mighty Olympus, had expected everything—when stepping into the home of Jason and Will, with the rest of his little friends troop—but nothing like this.

Seeing you, the deity of tranquility and slumber—another brother of Hypnos—for the very first time in actuality—was a weird experience of meeting for Percy.

»THERE YOU ARE! MY TWO PRECIOUS SUMMER BOYS! OH, NICO! I GREET YOU TOO, COME HERE!«

You had emerged from the Kitchen, baggy clothes—consisted of a large tee with the print of some band name and lyrics quote and pyjama pants—covered in what seemed to be flour and cocoa powder.

Your voice was loud, filled with thrilling excitement of joyfulness. Taking Jason and Will into your arms, hugging them tightly against you and giving each of them more than just a few kisses to the cheeks and head. Nico had been pulled into this as well, suffering through much affection as well.

You're radiating more hyperactivity energy and child like behaviour off, than the emotions you're meant to send out.

Walking into a home, in which Jason and Will had grown up with their two godly parents, which looked so damn mundane humane—that Percy had to take a double check on that Cookie Tin-can, filled with sewing stuff.

It confused him. If they all had learned one thing of being Demigods—half children of godly blessings, which sometimes could be seen as a curse though—that none of the gods and goddesses—their other parentally half—live like a ordinary human.

Always exotic enormously flashy, expensive, but never dare to boring and dull—than a god whose dull and pathetic unnoticeable, could not be worthy for eternity of mighty existence.

Yet, Percy thought, both the house and you are a stark contrast to what they have been told. Simple and ordinary.

»Are we sure this is really a deity?« asked Percy in a hushed whisper, leaning down to Annabeths ear and elbowing her in the side.

»I haven't seen Demosonos personally, but I highly doubt Jason and Will wouldn't recognised their parent.« she whispered back, keeping wary glances at them—some Gods can't be trusted.

Nico who had managed to free himself from the suffocating hug of love, stepped back to them and hissed in the same hushing voice of whispers;

»Do you two have any death wishes? Don't upset them.«

I mean, Percy thought—letting his gaze wander back to you—if we do so, what would happen? Ares, Zeus, Hades, Athena and his own father—Poseidon—are much more scarily and worthy of being called merciless fighters.

You on the other hand, looked—truthfully—weak. Percy could for sure, probably, take you down in seconds.

After all, from what he could gather, you're more than just a minor god—even less than minor, a subcategory inside a subcategory—unworthy to be mention with the same breath of saying Nxy, Hypnos and all the way to Morpheus.

Still, Percy is after all confused to why their Prophecy and Quest is, to seek you out and ask for your help.

Lesser Gods aren't helpful, they're more a nuisance.

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»And this must be your other friends? Right? Perseus and Annabeth?« the question was more towards your sons.

You stepped towards the two teens, Will had already pulled Nico away to the Sofa and Jason had gone to the Kitchen, greeting loudly his other dad.

Percy and Annabeth felt both a bit uncomfortable with your vacant stare and the friendly smile on your lips.

»Uhh, It's Percy actually, I don't liked to be called Perseus« Percy didn't know, why of all the things he could say, decided to say this—but he did, mouth being faster than his brain again—and Annabeth elbowed him hard in the rips, a tiny gaps of breath intake left her lips.

The friendly smile never wavered from your lips, nodding at them—they couldn't tell if you had even listen properly, vacant glint still in your eyes—head dropping a bit to the side.

»Aah! You want some tea and Sweets? C'mon, c'mon, now don't be shy you two, take a seat. Will be a dear and help me« clapping your hands, you ushered the two teens to the Sofa, skipping already to the Kitchen.

»I will explain later a bit,« with that being said, Will stood up as well.

Neither of the three said anything, looking around the living room with more interest than addressing the current situation—or more issues perhaps?

»I thought you knew what he is like Nico....I mean with you being Wills boyfriend, you are prone to meet his parents«

»Hey hey, don't come at me now Chase. I only have met Mr. [Surname] like three times and that was in the city.«

»Small tip of advice, don't be so stiff. Relax a little or Pa's gonna worry again« they hadn't noticed Jason, who have come back from the kitchen with a tray of Tea cups and Kettle.

Will following soon after with a Tray of sweets and pastries, setting it down on the coffee table. They both getting comfortable on the sofas—Jason on the main big one, while Will had sat with Nico on the right mini sofa and Percy and Annabeth on the left—again.

Nico instantly following Jasons advice, relaxing his body and sliding just a bit down.

When Apollo had entered the living room, Annabeth and Percy gasped loudly in surprise. Standing up they bow their head or more like, Annabeth forced Percy to do as well.

»Lord Apollo!«

»Since when did you become a Lord? Aren't you a God?« you asked in amused surprise, taking a seat as well.

»Apparently just now, love« Apollo shrugged, Will started to laugh and Jason sighed in disappointment, shaking his head—so much for giving advice to his friend, to not be so formally stiff and causing tension.

~~~

The hours passed and Percy and Annabeth had relaxed over the times. Coming to the conclusion that you aren't one of the tricky gods—like Ares—who likes to use them as soldiers.

You asked them various questions, be it about the quest or some daily things; like what's your favourite TV-Show.

It wasn't long till you slumped, actually passing out from something akin to exhaustion and sleep, body leaning against Apollo—who had long wrapped an arm around you in a protective manner.

Jason stood up, taking your legs and moving them onto the couch. Getting a blanket from the footstool—where are tower of them was stacked—and covering you a bit to the hips with it.

Percy couldn't help himself but to stare at the marks—he first took notice of them when you handing him a gummy-bear—which covers your arms, starting from your wrist and ending somewhere at your neck or collarbone.

He had seen these types of Marks before. Racking his brain for the information he had read about or being told from.

Oh.

Percy jumped up, snapping his fingers and pointing—accusingly—at you. Head turning to Annabeth and again his mouth had been faster than his brain.

»That's THE DEMON OF OLYMPUS!« he had shouted it so loud, that your body jerked up—stirring awake is what you begun, already mumbling something sleepily out of context.

Apollo moved you quickly into his arms, shushing you gently back to the dreamlands and humming a little tune of it.

A mess had started to erupt between them all.

»I know! It's still highly disrespectful to point that out, seaweed brain!« Annabeth slapped him hard against the shoulder.

»Do you have a death wish, Jackson? Do you want us get killed?« hissed Nico, giving a glare, sitting uptight again and body going absolutely rigid stiff.

The worst part for Percy was probably the disbelieving disappointment frown on both, Jasons and Apollos—though his frown looked more like concealed bubbling anger—face.

Apollon stood up with you in his arms, ready to walk out. Will was about to stand up as well, wanting to go with his father.

»I'll take it from here boys. I expect from you two to inform your friends properly now, to ensure that such outrageous behaviour won't happen again.«

»Wow, way to go Percy. Upsetting one of the kinder gods in just one go.« Will wanted to laugh, to make it seem that it wasn't that bad, but his laugh came more like a strangled cry out.

»How many times did we, did I, told you to keep your mouth shut in more than just one occasion?!« chastised Annabeth, giving him another shoulder slap.

»No, honestly Percy, be fucking glad Pa had another slumber episode of his or you would....I don't know, but it wouldn't be nice.«

»But he's the Demon of Olympus! Isn't he not? The marks of Zeus's banning are a clear sign of it. I don't get why we need help from an evil deity who also deceives everyone to believe he's being known as a lesser god«

»Even for you Perseus, that's a new personal low! How dare you to say such horrible things about my Pa.« Jason stomped off, the anger radiating off and his face slightly red from it.

Will had decided to inform Percy properly about his dad's complete and historical story. He didn't want his parents to be offended—or feel upset and angered—after all they need their help and support for the upcoming—already starting—quest.

You're the brother, a child from Nyx, of Hypnos. It is true, your actual deity personality, form and power is akin to one of chaos—you're a personification of weather—raging storms to be exact—and a sneer of demonic vileness petty violence.

During a darker time in history, Zeus had strikes you with lightning—sealing your actuality, banning them for a balance—and splitting you into what you are now; god of tranquility and slumber.

The splitting had also caused a turn in personality itself. Making you more childish, airhead and forgetful. Kindness from you, comes not completely naturally—feeling more forced without meaning to, though you do love and this was a genuine one.

»Yeah okay, but why is Demosonos—uh, [Name], with your father, Will?«

»They're married?«

»Why?«

»You're officially demoted from Seaweed brain to dumbweed brain.« muttered Nico, pinching the bridge of his nose.

»They married for like years and that's because out of actual love and I'm not gonna tell you their sappy love story.«

»Still I don't get how like Lord Apollo, who blends like the sun, is being married freely to someone like him, a actual demonic person«

»I–oh my fucking god, Percy. My dads are married because they love one another, completely smitten they are, how hard is that to understand?!« Will groaned in desperation, taking a handful of biscuits again—had he almost eaten the whole bowl.

And Nico thought, how a great way to upset a God and already dooming their quest in the very beginning.

~~~

Jason felt hesitant, as if he were five again and didn't wanted to disrupt his parents sleeps because he had a nightmare, to step into the bedroom.

Respectfully he knocked a few times on the door, before opening it and stepping inside.

The bedroom was almost shrouded in complete darkness, except for the dimmed nightshade next to the bed.

Apollo had acknowledged his son, didn't say anything though—to occupied to lay in bed next to you, hand supporting his head as he drove his fingers through your hair.

A cooled washcloth was placed over your face. You hadn't started to sweat, sign of upcoming fever, but Apollon didn't wanted to risk it—doing a prevention beforehand.

What most, be it his own kind or humans, didn't know is that Zeus lightning strike to you has caused more than just a split personality—created a rift in your health, leaving you vulnerable and weak and prone to sickness.

Apollo couldn't do much about it. Not even with his powers of healing, leaving him a pit of despair and self-hatred whenever you got sick.

»Do you know the actual, not that stupidly outrageous idea of us gods being unfaithful, I mean some truly are, reason, why we have decided to let you and Will and all your other siblings been born from Humans?«

»No,« Jason shook his head, debating with himself if he should sit or lay down next to you, in the end he chose a mix of both.

Jason had sometimes wonders why it always had been that way—being born from humans and a deity—even though gods and goddesses could bear children just as well.

When he had been younger, wasn't all that long ago in his early teen years—memory still fresh in mind and sometimes upsetting him—he had accused his father, they had another argument that day, he never had loved dad in the beginning and being unfaithful to him—cheating with woman's and only seeing you as some kind of trophy.

That day was the only day and time where Jason had seen Apollo with actual anger on his face. The kind of anger which bubbles in you till it turns into hatred and pettiness.

»It's because your dad wouldn't survive the procedure of giving birth and I mind you, the whole explanatory of the aspect itself of how we gods and goddesses giving birth and the many various ways to do so, is chaotic complexing on its own.«

»You mean, dad would die? But you are immortals and immortals aren't meant to die«

»Yes and no. Even though we're immortals of eternity, there are still ways—ancient barbaric ones—to kills us or at least in a sense of us being dead. No, no, Jay, the reason isn't death, he just wouldn't survive.«

Jason furrowed his brows, not understanding what his father meant or trying to tell him.

»You well aware of what happened to your dad, his history. Zeus had strike him down, leaving him in the few hours of unconsciousness—which had caused a spurt of utterly violent storms throughout the land—vulnerable and unable to defend himself against any sort of danger and hostile.«

»Are you trying to tell me that, Zeus had, you know—with dad?«

»Dear lord! Jason! Absolutely not! Don't ever think of such disgusting scenarios and manners again.«

Apollo sighed deeply, not having expected his Son to come to such conclusions. You stirred again, your hand coming up to your face and taking the washcloth off.

Bleary you opened your eyes, trying to make out where you are and who you are.

Apollo, praying silent apologies already, leaning down to you—pressing a soft kiss onto your lips and with a quick whisper of humming lullaby, brought you back into the grips of slumber. Unconscious you rolled onto your side, over to him and into his arms.

»You put him into force sleep! Didn't you told us to never use our powers of sleep in such forceful ways? It's a rule number one!«

Apollo raised a brow at his son, who looked absolutely mortified for a good minute and turned into distasteful disappointment.

»Now now, my son, don't give me such gaze. I too am not proud of what I did, but it had to be done. It's still a sensitive topic and I don't want to cause a distress, disturbance or even distrust perhaps. Now, where was I? Aah yes—«

»So like I said, during the hours of unconsciousness, a wave of sickness rolled over—custody of Pandora's box being opened—and infected painfully your dad. Leaving him, once he had woke up, in a whimpering withering anxiety filled mess.«

»And that's how you meet Dad then, right?«

»That's a story for another, but yes. Anyways, to what I'm trying to say is, your dad is still too vulnerable and weak—sickness prone, to be able to handle the whole procedure of giving birth. I mean we tried it once and only, but.....let's just say, dad still has scars from it. And thus the reason why we and perhaps most of us gods, decided to let our children been born from humans.«

Jason gulped, trying to not choke on his tighten up throat. He hadn't been aware of it, how the true story had happened, but it all makes so much sense now.

The times you got so bedridden, unable to do anything but sleep, that Will cried for days and nights thinking you're about to die from incurable illness.

Or when Will had been still a child, having gotten a nasty flu and you had to take care of Will and him—Jason himself had been in some bad mood the whole week to even consider to help you out as he was the older brother after all—all on your own, because his father had been away for business trips—and you looked so exhausted and ready to pass out any minute, that Jason hadn't even question back then why you took pills after pills and chugged cups of coffee.

Jason understands so much better now, why you never got angry—like he had been, when founding out—when Apollo had intercourse with yet another woman.

He understood why you're so prone to sudden collapse of exhaustion and slumbering sleep during the day or in the middle of doing something.

And then he felt a rush of rage through his blood.

You didn't deserve to be treated like this, to be frowned upon down or with that false kindness the other deities treated you with.

You didn't deserve to either called a demonic being or naively dumbling of airy forgetfulness.

Jason hated it. Hated them, the ones above and those below. How dare they to make you feel so unwanted and filling you with seeds of self-hatred and anxiety—when you give nothing but pure love to him and his siblings.

Jason wasn't blind, his father neither—though the man chose to completely ignore it, when you once again had puffy red rimmed eyes—when you had cried in the bathroom during nights and mumbling things to yourself, Jason didn't want to repeat.

Jason decided, this prophecy wasn't worth it to bring you once again pain and remind you of the haunting past.

If it meant to sabotage the quest, he would do. After all his loyalty and love belongs to only you and not to the greater ones above, who hadn't even the slightest fuck to give about their children.

#male reader #x male reader #oneshot #fluff #fanfiction #malereader #percy jackon and the olympians #apollon x male reader #apollo x male reader #percy jackson #pjo

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the-s1lly-corner · 15 days ago

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OOOOO CONSIDER COTL CAST X NARILAMB CHILD! PLATONIC OBVIOUSLY!

Bishops + baal and aym + ratau possibly?

Bishops x narilamb child!reader (platonic)

Love this idea but this is a mighty tall order given how many characters there are! So I'll be splitting this into two parts! Hooray!

Characters: shamura, kallamar, heket, leshy

Notes: reader is gn, general stuff following reader between different age groups, follower bishops, post game

CWs: none

LESHY

Sneaks you treats and candy partly to spite your parents to hopefully either spoil your appetite or give you a sugar rush

It takes a while but he does warm up to you, you're not your father after all. Also he can teach you how to annoy your dad. Call it a tiny bit of payback after everything. Why kill him when he can show his kid how to be annoying

Unironically a proud uncle. Soon you will be a beacon of power and he can't help but share some pride in you. You almost make him want to shed a tear when you hit his words with a clever comeback

Will tell you it's okay to upper cut someone if they give you shit

HEKET

Tough love from her, similarly to leshy it takes her a while to warm up to you given your parents but that aunt-y nature eventually seeps in

Won't let you take any shit from anyone, you learn so many insults from her and how to project your voice. Is the tone and words harsher than what thw lamb would want to come from you? Yes. Will they admit that heket made sure you had a back bone? Also yes

You won't always get things for free from her; sometimes you'll need to work for it, not everything is going to be handed to you just because you're a child of the cults leader-- ignoring that if you were hers she would make sure you got it

Will NOT let you become spoiled and helpless you WILL gain the ability to fully rely off of yourself

KALLAMAR

One of those dads who takes their nieces out to go dress shopping and getting their nails done, but he's your uncle

You have so many pretty nick nacks and jewelery from over the years.. you.. may have also picked up on some of his diva nature assuming heket doesn't stomp it out of you

Thanks to him you know your worth and you're not going to accept anything less than that

Partly scared of you for the first few years of your life but overall he grows to adore you. Let's you help him put outfits together when you were younger

SHAMURA

You remind them so much of narinder when he was younger, and they naturally have a soft spot for you

Teaches you how to use silk to make things; clothing, decorations, things like that! So do patient with you

Also teaches you how to throw hands. They may be long out of their prime but they're still a fighter to some degree. Being the god of war for so long doesn't just suddenly go away

Always open to lending support to you when you need to talk about something but want to hide something from your parents-- great secret keeper, sometimes a kid breaks something and needs to dump the guilt somewhere

#cotl leshy x reader #leshy x reader #heket x reader #cotl heket x reader #kallamar x reader #cotl kallamar x reader #cotl shamura x reader #shamura x reader #cotl x reader #cotl x you #cotl imagine #cult of the lamb imagine #cult of the lamb x reader #cult of the lamb x you #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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mosticonicbirdcallbracket · 2 years ago

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MOST ICONIC BIRD CALL BRACKET: ROUND ONE: KOOKABURRA vs. ALLEN'S HUMMINGBIRD

IN THE BLUE CORNER, we have a special guest that is no laughing matter. ladies and gentlemen, it's the one and only kookaburra!

this fierce competitor hails from the australian outback, where it's been honing its skills as a hunter and protector of its territory. but tonight, it's stepping into a whole new arena, ready to take on any and all challenges in the ring. and listen to that signature call - some call it a laugh, but to its opponents, this is a warning. so get ready, because tonight, the kookaburra is here to prove that it's not just a cute bird - it is a force to be reckoned with!

IN THE RED CORNER, we have a combatant that's bold, beautiful, and boasts lightning fast reflexes, the allen's hummingbird!

with the ability to hover mid-air and to move at incredible speeds, the allen's hummingbird is a master at aerial combat - and it knows it. this tiny fighter is highly aggressive and has been known to fend off birds magnitudes larger than it, including hawks and kestrels. you'll be able to recognize this bird from the loud, bee-like buzzing from those mighty wings, but you'll want to check out these vocalizations, too - a series of chirps that starts off slow, but speeds up much like an engine revving. with its iridescent feathers in the spotlight, the allen's hummingbird looks ready to take on any opponent that dares to step into the ring with it.

#birds #kookaburra #allen's hummingbird #ornithology #bird calls

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rippleclan · 2 months ago

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RippleClan: Moon 66

Weedfoot recovers from her adventure in the Dark Forest with a scar. She encourages Lavendertwist to have a difficult conversation with Elmsprout.

[Image ID: Weedfoot has a scar around her back left ankle. Under her, it says - CONDITION: MANGLED LEG. She says to Lavendertwist, “You obviously care about her. if you want to get to know her better, you have to be willing to get hurt.” Elmsprout stands to the side.]

(Weedfoot: 115, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Lavendertwist: 32, male, historian, playful, great singer, good storyteller)

(Elmsprout: 33, female, caretaker, charismatic, helpful insight)

Spikecrash helps Mosspounce handle some of the kits.

[Image ID: Mosspounce and Spikecrash face Wolfkit and Billowkit. Under Wolfkit, it says + NEW SKILL: CURIOUS ABOUT STARCLAN, CONFIDENT WITH WORDS. Under Billowkit, it says + NEW SKILL: ACTIVE IMAGINATION.]

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Getting fourteen kits to take a nap was about as hard as holding water in your paw. How exactly the Clan would survive a winter with so many kits in the nursery, demanding attention and care, Spikecrash didn’t know. What she did know was if the kits didn’t nap now, they would be ornery that night as Longest Night celebrations took hold and the entire Clan gathered under the cloudy winter sky. Somehow, by some miracle, Oilstripe, Clammask, Lemmy, and Harvest (who still looked so exhausted from her long journey to find the Clans from her kithood storied) napped with their children around their bellies.

Twelve of them, at least. It was up to Spikecrash and Mosspounce to stop the two most stubborn kits from bothering the rest of the Clan as they set up holiday decor.

“Mama’s notta warrior,” Billowkit huffed, staring hard at the ground as he thought. “She’s notta care cat. She’s notta… uh…”

“Codekeeper or historian or mediator or artisan or cleric,” Wolfkit recited, sitting quietly. She had a strong and clear voice for such a little kit. The pair of them were barely a moon old, only recently able to fully see camp for all its glories. If Spikecrash was honest, from the way Billowkit wobbled around, he and his littermates might have still been under a moon. From what Spikecrash could vaguely remember, all she had wanted to do at their age was nap. So why wouldn’t they?

“So what is Mama?” Billowkit whined, throwing his little paws about the sand and snow.

“She’s your mama,” Wolfkit huffed, cocking her tiny fuzzy head.

“I know that!” Billowkit cried. He threw his whole body down, mewing pathetically.

“Your mama doesn’t know how she wants to contribute to the Clan yet,” Mosspounce explained, laying on the snow beside Billowkit. “She’s focused on caring for you right now.”

“But the other mamas have jobs!” Billowkit huffed. “Mama needs a job!” He stuffed his face in the snow.

“Well, do you know much about Clan roles?” Spikecrash asked. Billowkit mewed a pathetic no, voice muffled by the sand. “If you don’t know about them, how can your mother choose? Maybe you can help her by learning more about what we do with our time. Mosspounce is a caretaker, and I’m a mediator. We have a lot we could share with you.”

“Maybe,” Billowkit grumbled, still refusing to reveal his face.

“I’ll listen!” Wolfkit chirped.

“Excellent,” Spikecrash purred, settling down between the two kits. “There’s a lot that goes into being a mediator. Maybe one day when you’re older, I might train one of you, or one of your littermates.”

“I want to hear what Dad does,” Wolfkit said, trotting to her father’s side. She nipped at his ankles, spurring on a hearty laugh.

“Oh, so it’s the life of a caretaker that proves more interesting?” Mosspounce said. He scooped his little daughter underneath him with a playful growl. Wolfkit squealed, kicking up fluffy snow in her attempts to get away from Mosspounce’s grasp. The black caretaker was too mighty for her, however, and grabbed her by the scruff. Billowkit pulled his head from the snow as Wolfkit laughed and laughed. Mosspounce dropped Wolfkit beside Billowkit and sat around them. “If that will keep you little mice happy, then sure, I’ll tell you about being a caretaker.”

Hmm. Maybe kit-sitting wouldn’t be as hard as Spikecrash thought.

(Spikecrash: 41, female, mediator, wise, good speaker, lore keeper)

(Mosspounce: 27, male, warrior, adventurous, talented fire-starter)

(Billowkit: 1, male, kit, bossy, active imagination)

(Wolfkit: 1, female, kit, polite, curious about StarClan, confident with words)

Rapidleaf gets Ravenkit in trouble.

[Image ID: Rapidleaf yowls at Ravenkit, “No, no, no! You’ll hurt your sister!” Weevilkit and Robinkit watch on. Under Ravenkit, it says + NEW SKILL: PICKY NEST BUILDER. Under Weevilkit, it says + NEW SKILL: CURIOUS ABOUT STARCLAN. Under Robinkit, it says + NEW SKILL: AVID PLAY-FIGHTER.]

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For Rapidleaf, Longest Night used to mean painting the mountainous walls of LynxClan’s camp, covering yourself with dye that wouldn’t leave your paws for a moon. It was watching the stars from the highest point in the Clans. It was a gift given someone dear; a shiny stone tool, a special trinket, even an exceptionally pretty pebble. It as snow and fire in the place she’d grown up.

Longest Night in RippleClan, like so many other things, was very different. It was hard to clear snow for the great bonfire, as the sand shifted with it. Rather than exchanging a gift or two in private, everyone pulled out their gifts come nightfall, enjoying the love in the fire’s protection. When Troutpool and Honeybuzz weren’t offering thanks to the ancestors, cats gathered around historians and artisans alike for a tale or enjoyed the peace of the bonfire. Scaleripple and Tempestshade laid beside each other, even though Tempestshade seemed only half-there, mind blurry from their mangled leg. Downstar shared tongues with Wildclaw while Rattlepelt wandered the edge of camp, quietly checking the necklaces adorning the torches.

A surprising number of cats played music, encouraging their friends to sing and dance. Rabbitjoy danced as she sang an old WheatClan tune. Drumtooth eagerly beat his namesake instrument. Slushkit shook a rattle offbeat to Lavendertwist’s song. Trumpetspore showed Tallowkit how to make scrapers; notched bones that made a delightful sound, especially when you had a stick strapped to your tail. Waspdawn and Wildclaw argued over who could use the Clan’s only Gutpluck; a half-moon shaped instrument of curved wood and a long taut line as a base, with different lengths of string made of prey gut running through the center. All a cat had to do was carefully pluck strings with their paws, and their music would be as varied as birdsong. Of course, the unique and delicate nature of the instrument meant it was in high demand for the celebration; had Rapidleaf been younger, she likely would have fought for a turn plucking the strings as well.

Rather than join in on all the music and laughter, Rapidleaf sat with her few gifts (a shell-tooth comb from Asterblaze, a cat’s face carved into bark from Mitepaw, and a rock from LynxClan that Elmsprout traded for at the last Gathering) beside the bonfire. Harvest sat with her; the former kittypet looked shockingly like Fennelspot with her white markings. The new arrival had mostly kept to the nursery since Troutpool and Honeybuzz found her, slowly carrying her five tiny kits through the forest. She had a lot of gifts from many of RippleClan’s most friendly cats, all happy to have an eager new addition to their home. Rapidleaf and Harvest had a quiet spot away from the noise and laughter of the rest of the Clan.

“Old Oakface told me about Longest Night when I was a kit,” Harvest muttered, breaking the comfortable silence between her and Rapidleaf as she shuffled through her gifts. “This is so much like his stories. Well, almost. We haven’t painted anything like he said his Clan did.” Rapidleaf dragged herself out of her quiet observations.

“That’s a LynxClan tradition,” she said. “You knew a LynxClan cat?” Oakface, Oakface… had any of Rapidleaf’s kin known an Oakface? They must have for Harvest to know him.

“I thought Troutpool would have shared my story with the rest of the Clan,” Harvest gulped, suddenly very intrigued by a stone someone gave her.

“If there is anything this Clan won’t do,” Rapidleaf said quietly, “it's to pressure you about your past.” If Harvest could see any of the deeper meaning in Rapidleaf’s words, she ignored it. She cleared her throat and brushed out her whiskers

“I grew up in a large stone settlement with an older tom named Oakface,” Harvest explained. “He would tell me stories of his old home with the Clans. He was taken from them and was too old to make the long journey back. He always encouraged me to find them if I grew tired of our quiet life with the humans. When I became pregnant, that’s just what I did.”

“You were traveling with kits for two moons?” Rapidleaf muttered, taking Harvest in a new light.

“Oakface taught me how to protect myself,” Harvest gulped. “It was hard, but I’m glad I made it. Just look at my kits.” Harvest’s large litter squealed and laughed on the other side of the bonfire. Elmsprout stomped around, dancing to Lavendertwist’s song, showing Anchovykit, Yarrowkit, and Currentkit how to place their paws to the beat. All three laughed and shrieked whenever they tumbled into one another. Billowkit slept on top of Wolfkit, their missing nap finally catching up to them, nestled beside Lemmy and James. Robinkit trotted away from his siblings to join Weevilkit and Ravenkit in their play-fight.

“I’ve never been around so many kind faces before,” Harvest purred. “I’m glad my kits have so much support now. Is this what your kithood was like too?” Rapidleaf laughed. How often had she found herself playing with Scrubmask like that in their youth, pretending they were truly littermates rather than distant kin? Her gaze drifted over to Clammask, who sat outside the apprentice’s den with Halibutdusk. The pair told a story together with an attentive audience. Drumtooth had abandoned his drum to join his brothers in front of their mother. Potterykit, Moonkit, and Vervainkit watched Halibutdusk with awe, completely enthralled in their story. Both generations of siblings listened to Clammask with all their focus. Rapidleaf’s laughter faded

Scrubmask should have been telling them that story.

“Yes,” she said softly. “It was this happy.”

“Ow!” Weevilkit squealed, catching Rapidleaf and Harvest’s ears. Ravenkit had her tiny jaws around Weevilkit’s scruff, pinning her into the snow. Weevilkit squirmed under Ravenkit’s grasp.

Not again.

“No, no, no!” Rapidleaf yowled, launching up and around the bonfire. She snatched Ravenkit by the scruff and threw her off Weevilkit. Ravenkit yelped, tumbling into the snow and sand. Weevilkit and Robinkit, the unfortunate bystander he was, gasped. “You’ll hurt your sister!” Ravenkit’s green eyes froze on Rapidleaf. She cowered under the brown tabby’s curled lip.

“What did I do?” Ravenkit whimpered. Her tiny, broken voice bit at Rapidleaf’s pounding heart. The music quieted, Clanmates stopping to stare. Rapidleaf took a step back as Ravenkit mewed pathetically. What was she doing?

“We were playing, you old flea!” Weevilkit yowled. The tiny tortoiseshell fluffed up her fur like an angry warrior. Robinkit, not one to be left out, copied his friend.

“Go away!” Robinkit hissed.

“I thought—” Rapidleaf stammered.

“Rapidleaf.” Lemmy stood silhouetted by the bonfire behind her, blue eyes sharp. Even with a kittypet’s collar around her neck, her icy voice crept along Rapidleaf’s pelt. “Step away from my daughter.”

“I’m sorry,” Rapidleaf gulped, quickly scampering back with her head bowed. “I thought Ravenkit was hurting Weevilkit.”

“So you threw her,” Lemmy growled. Ravenkit met her mother halfway, burying her face in Lemmy’s hind leg. A dozen eyes stared at Rapidleaf. The small decorated torches that lined the edges of camp seemed more like judges than the memories of cats lost.

Her sins were on display. If only they knew the depth of Rapidleaf’s transgressions.

[Image ID: Rapidleaf says to Honeybuzz, “None of this was supposed to happen. Your mother should be here, not me.” Scrubmask’s spirit watches.]

Rapidleaf was quick to join Honeybuzz in his duties the next morning. She didn’t want to be in camp, to be near Lemmy’s burning blue eyes, to see Ravenkit flinch at the sight of her… better to brace the snow and assist a cleric. That sort of work was redeeming in the eyes of StarClan�� Rapidleaf could use some of that redemption. She hadn’t asked what Honeybuzz needed help with, merely agreed as soon as he requested a warrior. Rapidleaf didn’t care much, however. If Honeybuzz needed her help, why would she say no?

Honeybuzz’s pelt seemed barren without his beloved cicada wings; he had kept them carefully dried and stuck onto a tiny piece of wood, which he then hung around his neck, but the cold weather and a few poor decisions broke the fragile wing apart. Now, as he waited for the cicadas to return, there was a physical absence to his appearance that left a rock in Rapidleaf’s lungs. Honeybuzz trotted confidently through the snow, which parted around the two RippleClan cats like a snail left a trail of slime in their wake. Rapidleaf followed Honeybuzz south, bracing herself against the open wind.

The harsh diluted winter light drained Honeybuzz and Rapidleaf of their bright colors. Honeybuzz’s vibrant golden head was now a dull, dark cream, and Rapidleaf looked more like mud under the Great Northern River than her usual brilliant brown. It seemed the entire territory had nothing to say to Rapidleaf, save for the hiss of the wind rumbling in her head.

“I shouldn’t be long,” Honeybuzz promised, lifting his paws high with every step, the cold seeping through his thin fur. “Just keep an eye out for any disturbances; holes, fallen markers, moved stones, issues like that.”

“What are we marking?” Rapidleaf asked. She looked around Honeybuzz. There was a field up ahead, where pawprints dotted the land, human dens lingered in the distance, and only a few trees blocked the cold wind. It seemed like a common hunting ground, yet Rapidleaf scented little prey.

“Sorry, I’m a mouse-brain,” Honeybuzz sighed with a light heart and soft laugh. “You were still recovering the last time someone died. I bet no one’s even told you how RippleClan handles their dead.” Rapidleaf forced her tail to stay out and not slip under her. Her stance stiffened.

“Do you not just dispose of the bodies?” she muttered, still staring at the field.

“It didn’t feel right,” Honeybuzz explained. “We take our dead to this field. We call it a graveyard; Parsley gave us that word, according to Oilstripe. We sometimes have our elders help us, like in AshClan, but we don’t force them. We bury the dead a little ways under the ground, cover their bodies, and place wood and stones over their graves to remind us where we left them.” Rapidleaf stepped back. It was one thing to know the body of an old Clanmate had been returned to the cycle of life and death, feeding the world in return for how the world fed them. But to know exactly where their body lay, to stand over them?

“You should have told me,” Rapidleaf gulped. Honeybuzz cocked an ear.

“There’s nothing to fear,” Honeybuzz promised. “Their spirits don’t linger here. I just wanted to make sure they fared well during Longest Night. The snow makes it easy to tell what graves have been disturbed by—”

“Stop,” Rapidleaf snapped, eyes shut tight. “Stop talking, Honeybuzz. I…” Scrubmask was there. Her body was somewhere in that field. Rapidleaf had gone hunting here before, she was certain of it. She had caught and killed prey on top of Scrubmask’s body. She had spilled blood over her grave. It didn’t matter if spirits roamed the field or not, the ghost in Rapidleaf’s heart yowled.

Let me out.

“I can just—” Honeybuzz said.

“I’m the one who killed your mother,” Rapidleaf said, eyes locked on the golden tom. “I killed Scrubmask.”

Only the wind replied. Honeybuzz stared back at Rapidleaf. Rapidleaf’s breath clouded her face.

“No,” Honeybuzz scoffed, face curling as though Rapidleaf had simply gotten a fact wrong. “You didn’t kill anyone. You were half dead yourself when you got to camp.”

“How do you think I got to camp?” Rapidleaf groaned. Honeybuzz shifted, gaze drifting north as he thought. The dismissal curling his face softened.

“The leaders guessed you fell in the river escaping the cougar…” he muttered. He blinked rapidly and shook his head like he was clearing water from his ears. “No, no, you didn’t remember what happened, you didn’t say anything.”

“I didn’t remember until shortly after I recovered,” Rapidleaf gulped. She sat, snow freezing her flank, fighting against her warm and pounding heart. “I did fall into the river. But I didn’t crawl out on my own. Scrubmask was there.” The memory still came in lightning flashes; bubbling currents, throwing Rapidleaf against the rocks; water pouring into her lungs; fangs lunging toward her. “I didn’t even know what was happening, all I saw was someone trying to grab me, and I reacted.” She hadn’t even known who or what it was that had pulled her from the river. Familiar blue eyes melted with the angry glare of a cougar. She did what any warrior was trained to do.

Grab it. Bite down, hard. Smash its head in, drown it. Protect LynxClan. Get help. Head for the tallest thing you could see. The shipwreck, the mountain of wood…

“None of this was supposed to happen,” Rapidleaf whispered, her air gone once more. “Your mother should be here, not me.” She didn’t deserve to take Scrubmask’s place. She deserved to go on trial, be judged and exiled or even executed for taking a mother from her sons, for killing a Clan founder. So why was Honeybuzz just looking at her? He barely even breathed! The only sign of life in his body was the twitch of his golden ear and his dark, narrow pupils.

“I need you to go home now,” Honeybuzz said, quiet as a pawstep.

Rapidleaf did not argue. Her body turned before her mind processed the request. Anything to get away from the smoldering, rotting corpse under her paws.

(Rapidleaf: 84, female, warrior, lonesome, prophecy interpreter)

(Harvest: 54, female, queen, nervous, good fighter)

(Weevilkit: 1, female, kit, bullying, curious about StarClan)

(Ravenkit: 1, female, kit, sweet, picky nest builder)

(Robinkit: 1, male, kit, unruly, avid play-fighter)

(Lemmy: 42, female, codekeeper, cold, deep StarClan bond)

(Honeybuzz: 14, male, cleric, daring, constantly fiddling with tools)

Clammask and Halibutdusk’s litter try to go on an adventure but are easily caught.

[Image ID: Vervainkit, Moonkit, and Potterykit are stared down by Clammask and Currentkit. Potterykit yowls, “Tattletale!” at Currentkit. Under Vervainkit, it says + NEW SKILL: LOVES NATURE. Under Moonkit, it says + NEW SKILL: QUICK TO HELP. Under Potterykit, it says + NEW SKILL: LOVES TO SING. Under Currentkit, it says + NEW SKILL: CONSTANTLY CLIMBING.]

(Vervainkit: 1, female, kit, fearless, loves nature)

(Moonkit: 1, female, kit, quiet, quick to help)

(Potterykit: 1, female, kit, self-conscious, loves to sing)

(Clammask: 60, female, caretaker, righteous, lore master, good teacher)

(Currentkit: 1, male, kit, polite, constantly climbing)

Silverkit and Yarrowkit annoy older cats with bird calls so Anchovykit can eat a bug.

[Image ID: Silverkit and Yarrowkit chirp at Splashtuft and Downstar while Anchovykit is naughty in the back. Splashtuft says, “Should I be annoyed or laugh?” Under Anchovykit, it says + NEW SKILL: CURIOUS ABOUT STARCLAN. Under Silverkit, it says + NEW SKILL: ALWAYS ASKING QUESTIONS. Under Yarrowkit, it says + NEW SKILL: STARES AT FIRE.)

(Anchovykit: 1, male, kit, charming, curious about StarClan)

(Silverkit: 1, female, kit, daydreamer, always asking questions)

(Yarrowkit: 1, female, kit, noisy, stares at fire)

(Splashtuft: 14, male, historian, adventurous, fast runner, student of art)

(Downstar: 125, female, leader, wise, trusted advisor, very clever)

Honeybuzz hears the voices of StarClan cats.

[Image ID: Honeybuzz stands alone. Under him, it says + GUIDANCE FROM STARCLAN: STAR-BLESSED PROPHECY.]

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Honeybuzz shouldn’t have just left camp. Halibutdusk was so close to beating their greencough, and Tempestshade grew weaker and weaker. He couldn’t leave Troutpool to care for them alone, not for long. But he couldn’t be in camp, not when Troutpool had Rapidleaf assist in medicine preparation.

He hadn’t believed her at first, but the more she spoke, the more it all made sense. Why had no one suspected her before? She was soaked, reeking of the river, the place they had just found Scrubmask’s body. But no, it had all seemed so deliberate, Rapidleaf was too weak to do something like that, the thought never even bloomed in the codekeepers’ minds. But then again, that was the problem; everyone thought it had been deliberate.

Honeybuzz mindlessly fiddled with a small stick and stone deep in RippleClan’s forest. There wasn’t much he could do with it, no useful craft to aid in healing or interesting trinket to brighten a patient’s stay in the medicine den. But it gave his body something to do. He rolled the stick over the stone, the worn bark rubbing into his pads. He’d borrowed one of Rattlepelt’s “long hunt” pelts for the day; various leather pelts stitched together by Rabbitjoy, forming something close to the size of Rattlepelt’s famous fox pelt. Honeybuzz tucked himself under this pelt, hiding from the winter chill, even as snow melted underneath him.

His ears buzzed from the formless thoughts clawing at his mind. His head felt filled with wax. The wind seemed muffled to him. Honeybuzz scratched at his ears, letting his stick slip into the snow. Why did Rapidleaf have to tell him anything? Why leave the burden of that all on him? He had moved on from Scrubmask’s death, why bring it back?

Something slipped through Honeybuzz’s plugged ears; a soft, shimmering sound like water on water, the ocean at rest. The fur along his spine rose. Someone was there.

As the ocean rises, so does the shore rise to meet it in eternal war. So too do curses and blessings fly through the Clan, balancing the other out. Balance our three blessings, Honeybuzz.

What. What. What was that. What was that? The voice, the voices, they were inside Honeybuzz, speaking directly inside his heart! Honeybuzz gasped as a violent shiver overcame him. He’d been to StarClan’s Shrine enough to guess what that could have been. Troutpool had prepared him for this day. This was a prophecy, one StarClan felt too important to wait to share until the half moon.

“Couldn’t you tell me what to do about Rapidleaf first?” he groaned to the cloud-masked sky. Another gust of wind brought him his answer. Long hunt pelt thrown over his bony back, Honeybuzz hurried back toward camp. The issue with Rapidleaf could be put to the side for now. Troutpool needed to hear this message.

What were these blessings? Even more important, what were the curses?

(Honeybuzz: 14, male, cleric, daring, constantly fiddling with tools)

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stargirlrchive · 2 years ago

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folklore drabble: uh oh, i'm falling in love again ✩ jake sully

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summary: in which jake realizes he’s in love

word count: 536

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You were woken up roughly, tiny hands shaking you awake and your mind instantly began to panic when you heard tiny sniffles and quiet whimpers. You sat straight up, looking around in the darkness of your tent, Tuk was kneeled before you. Her eyes were big, giant tears falling freely from her eyes as she threw herself into your arms. You instantly wrapped the small girl into you, flattening her hair down as you tried to soothe her. Her head nuzzled into your neck, breathing deeply as she tried to calm down. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“H-had a nightmare.”

Her voice wobbled and new tears sprung to her eyes, she clung to you harder. “Oh, Tuk. It’s okay ‘ite. None of it was real, okay?”

Jake’s eyes fluttered open, even asleep he was hyper aware of any stress that came from his kids. He was about to turn around when he heard Tuk’s voice but he felt you shift beside him, your back pressed tightly to his as you laid back down, “Want me to tell you another story of Ma’Neytiri?”

Jake’s breath hitched when he felt you so close to him, ears fluttering at your quiet words. “Mhm.”

Tuk nuzzled into you, your fingers gently rubbing into her scalp before you began speaking once again, “Your Sa’nok was a mighty warrior. Everyone always thought Sempul was the mightest but not in my eyes.”

Jake’s eyes watered as he heard how soft your voice was, “She was always rescuing me, oh Eywa I have never been a fighter but I didn’t need to be. Not with Neytiri by my side.”

Tuk smiled up at you, tracing her small finger along your necklace, “Point is-she was always there to save me.”

Tuk mumbled quietly, her words causing a lump to form at your throat, “You’re always there to save me, Sa’nok.”

“You’re going to make me cry, ‘ite.”

A loud laugh left Tuk, you shushed her gently and turned to look at Jake, “We have to be quiet Tuktirey. Sempul is sleeping.”

The seven year old nodded her head exaggeratedly, a small giggle falling from her lips. You eased back besides Jake, turning to the small girl, “One time I was out picking fruits and I came across a Angtsìk, I panicked and started running and the huge animal started running after me. Guess who came to save me?”

“Sa’nok Neytiri!”

“Mhm!”

Jake listened to you speak to his youngest for what felt like hours, his heart swelling with a mixture of emotions. Affection, fear, guilt. In your quiet whispers of the night his heart grew heavy, you consumed his thoughts. He was so lost in thought he didn’t realize the two of you had finally drifted off to sleep.

As carefully as he could he shifted to face you, Tuk was laying on your chest, her arms sprawled all over you as you both slept peacefully. The moonlight hit your features and Jake felt like all the air was taken from his lungs. You were so beautiful.

His heart thumped in his throat, taking in all of you. A warm feeling overtook all of his body, his eyes widening at the realization. He was in love.

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#jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar jake sully x reader #avatar jake sully #avatar twow #avatar 2022 #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar 1 #avatar 2009 #avatar 2 #folklore: jake sully ୨୧

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ambyandony · 6 months ago

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heres the limbo fusions with the rest of the vento aureo main protags

Limbo + Mista

Mimbo - any pronouns

"Are u lost bbygrl? :)"

(They give a weird stare if asked for a full name. They only use Mimbo, even though it’s a combination of Limbo’s forename and Mista’s surname.)

most stable Limbo fusion merely by virtue of Mista’s simple ability to just not give a fuck.

GET YOUR GUN OUT OF YOUR CLEAVAGE!

bitch gon step on my fuckin toe bitch with them fuckin cowgirl fuckin boots

VITALLY important that you know that despite being easily mistaken as fem on first glance, Mimbo also has the deepest voice of any Limbo fusion for literally no reason other than it’s funny to me. They also have sideburns

Stand: Mighty Wings - Redirects Signals. Still a colony Stand, looks like tiny little pastel fighter jets!

Limbo + Abbacchio

Lio Adkio - they/them

“Don’t say SHIT about my mascara or my eyeliner.”

“In fact, don’t fucking look at me or I’ll have to kill you or myselves.”

stable only because when Limbo started panicking in the mindspace, Abbacchio simply pointed and snapped at her to CALM THE FUCK DOWN. and she did so immediately.

nicer than Abbacchio. not by that much, though… but weirdly apologetic about it.

the eyeliner doesn’t appear to be due to crying, it seems that it just looks like that.

bazongas?

Stand: Keeping The Faith? Never Too Late? Shawty like a melody-

“rewinds” signals to previous states or connections and/or can do a “replay” of those signals’ succeeded actions (i.e. having a phone replay a prior conversation) Unfortunately, it’s pretty useless in combat.

Limbo + Giorno

Glimbo Giovadkins - she(?)/they/them

“Wouldn’t you like to hear one of my 765 fun facts about aerodynamics, animals or Air Bud?”

“I also have a few facts about botany, blood and birds.”

stable, until they’re not. they’re incredibly calm and delightful, but when they think someone’s mad at them they panic and start excessively apologising.

genuinely the softest cutest sweetest lil bitch you’ve ever seen. also traumatised with a guilty conscience and can flip on a dime in a terrifying way.

shortest Limbo fusion for no clear reason? shorter than both Limbo and Giorno.

Squalo’s worst fear.

sounds pretty much how you would expect.

Stand: Crystal Dolphin - can transform signals into life—by taking the signals out of something, typically disabling it, they can create life like Gold Experience can. The more complex the device, the bigger its potential creation.

Limbo + Buccellati

Bimbo Luno Adkellati - they/them

"...I've lost the conversation. I'm gonna go make pizza!"

Megan Thee Stallion?!

has no idea what’s going on for some reason? always looks a little confused and loses track of conversations very quickly.

very good with kids! practically unable to have a coherent conversation with Abbacchio. They don’t seem too distressed, but they just stop making much sense and seem to confuse themselves.

Stand: When Doves Cry? Perhaps Freewill? Uhm… I don’t know? Maybe it can sort of, ‘zip’ signals together, combining two or more functions into one sent signal? Bruno's ability is just so specific... I can't think of many ideas.

Limbo + Fugo

Fimbo (Pannalimbo Adkigo) - they/them

"STOP TALKING ABOUT FREUD BEFORE I KILL YOU WITH MY FUCKING BRACELETS!!!"

( Note: all currently depicted instances of Fimbo seem to be post-PHF, as Fimbo is almost always seen with the mouth scars hidden by the tattoo.)

enemy of the state. punches fascists. lovecore punk goth. in terms of authority figures they only respect Buccellati and Limbo’s dad.

AuDHD trauma poster child. Short fuse but very friendly until something sets them off and they start screaming and or burst into fucking tears.

Self-love in the sense that the fusionmates care about each other deeply and both sides are trying to look out for the other knowing the other won't look out for themself.

Stand: Cabin Fever - Terrifying deathly virus that, rather than being airborne like Purple Haze, is passed though signal transmission. Fimbo doesn’t know if the virus is the same as Purple Haze, a different strain of it, or something entirely different. It spreads most quickly through vocal communication between two people.

Limbo + Narancia

Nimbus Ghirgins - he/they/she

"tummyache... :("

Libby why does my stomach feel like it’s going to fucking collapse in on itself and why are my knuckles torn? aren’t they supposed to bruise when you punch?

bad relationship with food. Hanahaki disease, what are you doing here? (/ij)

sometimes they find Mista sitting around, sit next to him and fall asleep on him immediately

incredibly bad with emotions and doesn’t even get angry they just get overwhelmed instantly at any presence of significant emotion

Stand: Falling in Love/Hard on the Knees - who the fuck let this kid control CO2 emissions?? They can barely control themselves???

#jjba #back on my fusion bullshit #i think they are goiung to take me away soon applejack #vento aureo #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #guido mista #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #team buccellati #leone abbacchio #giorno giovanna #jjba oc #jojo oc #Limbo Adkins #fanstands #amby draws #my art #cw: ed #tw ed implied #see limbos got an ED but all other components are able to handle or 'alleviate' that in a semi-casual way #Mistas carefree attitude comes with a lot less insecurity and mista loves to cook while limbo will eat anything he cooks if shes offered it #in the case of Lio Abbacchio actually has most of the control because limbo is scared of/respects him (for some reason)#but they're mentally unstable and generally concerning for other reasons #namely lacking a will to live #glimbo sort of does a whole steven universe here-comes-a-thought type business to address the problems directly as much as they can #lunos parental instincts override everything else so anytime they dont know what to do theyre like #mm im gonna go cook. and then as a result they end up eating just because That's The Way Things Work #fimbo is (as mentioned) a fusion where the two sides know the other won't care for themself. So both sides are caring for each other instea #also fugo establishes a routine and both of these audhd bitches know if they deviate from the routine they will explode

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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Hi, can I request please of ROR humanity x Teen! Reader who is in next her round of arena to fight the gods. The humans are scared to see their precious reader is fighting the god because she is so young. Reader got injured abit but she didn’t give up but stay strong and determined and say something that she won’t give up no matter what. Once she defeated the god, Reader shouted out like releasing out some steam after the fight and passed out.

-You were regarded as one of the strongest people ever, for your age, being a middle-aged teen (15/16) but your age just made people underestimate you. That was their first mistake, as you loved to be underestimated. It made the surprise more enjoyable for you.

-When you met with the other fighters for humanity, Brunnhilde calling your group the Einherjar, you were met with wide eyes, dropped jaws, and almost immediate anger directed at Brunnhilde.

-Adam had you almost instantly in his arms, hugging you protectively, “This is a child, Brunnhilde, are you going to force a child to fight?!” most of the others were in agreement with the best dad in the world.

-You pouted up at him, “I know how to fight! I’m stronger than I look!” Raiden was the one to pick you up, holding you by the back of your shirt, you looked like an angry kitten, pouted that you were being treated as a kid, “But you’re so tiny!”

-You just grinned at him, once he set you down, your fists on your hips, “I’m tiny but mighty!”

-The only person who seemed to sense your power was Lu Bu, who stared down at you, his eyes meeting yours and your eyes turned into sparkles as he grinned, almost ferally, at you, when you saw his pointy teeth, thinking they were awesome!

-When it came time for you to fight, you had to basically avoid most of the other Einherjar, who were trying to grab you to prevent their baby from fighting, having already adopted you and didn’t want to lose you.

-When you stood at the doorway to walk out, you turned, “I’ll be fine! See you in a bit!” before you ran out, the crowds quickly going from joyful cheers to shouts of outrage on both sides, seeing a child being sent to fight.

-Your opponent was Eris, goddess of chaos, who was fighting with a pair of short swords while you have a metal baseball bat.

-You were quick to prove them all wrong, easily dodging blows, for a time, and landing whirlwind guillotine kicks to your opponent, showing your strength and skill.

-You took a hard hit to your midsection, getting blown back head over heels and you could hear your new family all calling out for you and the audience behind you calling out in worry and in anger.

-You stood, seeing your baseball bat was broken after you had managed to break one of her swords, and you wiped the bit of blood coming from your mouth as she smirked, “Just lay down, child, and I’ll end this quickly!”

-You glared and punched your fists together, “I ain’t given up, you cock sucking fuck-face!!”

-Everyone, gods, humans, and Eris, turned white in shock, staring at you for your foul mouth, which only appeared when you were pissed.

-Eris shrieked in rage and charged at you, “You little shit!!” but you were able to grab her hair as she went by and pendulum threw her over your shoulder, sending her hard into the ground, “You’ll have to do better than that, ya pussy!!”

-After a few minutes, taking a few more hard shots, you managed to defeat Eris who called you some rather cruel words before you flipped her off and headed towards the entrance while the humans were cheering for you.

-You couldn’t help but grin, despite bleeding everywhere as your arms rose, cheering along with them which made their cheers only grow in volume.

-You don’t remember blacking out, but the next thing you knew, you were in the medical wing, your new family sitting around you, waiting for you to wake up.

-Once they saw you were awake, they were so happy, giving you hugs and you couldn’t help but beam, “Told ya I could handle it!”

-Brunnhilde then approached, her arms folded and had a glare on her face, “Y/N, where did you learn such foul language?” you flinched immediately as their eyes all turned to you as you panicked, eyes darting around rapidly before you gave a weak smile, “Zeus?”

-Elsewhere Zeus sneezed suddenly, wondering who was talking about him before a chill went up his spine, unaware of the fib that you just told, one that was going to get his ass kicked for tainting such a young mind.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror adam #ror brunhilde #ror zeus

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echosong-87 · 6 months ago

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"I tell you again.. LEAVE my kingdom!!"

He glared darkly down at the fallen queen, whom she weakly heaved to her feet as well as her loyal subjects. They, too, were disarranged and scattered amongst the broken ruins of their rival's homeland.

She gazed upwards at the male who was still in midair his broad posture and mighty wings made her feel so small, which she clenched her teeth in a lowly snarl as she regained a glare in a silent retaliation yet she could not lock eyes with his icy blue pools of cold fury.

This could not stop her from completing her world tour in reuniting all troll kind into rock. This was just a slight setback into her plans, yet she had to admit this Lunar prince and cloak of darkness was a truly worthy fighter, for he was the only one to knock her and her armada into ruins.

She scoffed. "Well... I gotta admit defeat Boy-toy. You are a good hitter, I'll give ya that." She watched his facial expression, but the brilliant glow of his eyes slowly into gleaming slits as he narrowed them, followed by his reply.

"Likewise, my dear Queen." She rolled her eyes as he displayed a slight head bow to her, but he had held his father's conductor's baton, which housed the powerful magic string of the Classical trolls and pointed at her like a sword which she knew her time is drawing to an end.

The queen of rock growled lowly, but the fight had left her breathless and weakened, but she smirked and then locked eyes with the famous classical prince. "I will be back, and I will get that string back, pretty boy," She said, now holding her head high her smirk growing wide. "It's a rematch for a lifetime!! And you and your teeny tiny little snoozer dweebs are all invited at volcano rock city!!"

The lunar prince growled, and with a swift motion, he used his massive wings to rush a gust of wing down at her and her troops. They all grunted by trying to resist the surge from the prince but with no strength left they all fell back and stumbled once more.

"LEAVE!!!" Roared the prince his eyes, never quivering at them as they quickly limped away. The rock queen gave a last glare over her shoulder at him as they all trotted away from the lands.

A quick and little draft story of the plot... and a sneak peek of this doodle of Moonlit Prince!Branch hope ya like it!!

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cyber-skeletons · 8 months ago

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So in TFP AU cue visible confusion form Milo Jack Raf and Fowler see Sam running after his carrier Optimus who’s in trouble and igniting himself on fire and turning into his bot form giving Silas the ass whooping of his life after during the brief truce it take unicron down Megatron does help his son Sam and it’s clear who fighting style Sam took after

I am SO HERE for Silas getting his ass whooped and omg, the humans of Team Prime being like "SAM NO YOU'LL BE KILLED!" only for the Bot Form Reveal (with FLAMES no less) that's so badass, heck. And of course he's an incredible fighter, being the child of a Prime and the Champion of Kaon. Tiny but mighty!!!!

#sam witwicky #megop #transformers #sam witwicky megop fankid au #skeletons answer

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tiny-breadcrumbs · 1 year ago

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Di feisheng finally met a worthy opponent to contest his strong will, in a form of tiny kitten. Its a small thing. Dirty and ugly, but still fiesty. Fighting several cats twice its size for a small scrap of food. Truly, a warrior.

He should have walk ahead instead of watching the fight. Fang Duobing will be inconsolable if their groceries came late. But the kitten catch his eyes. Something in him recognised that desperate survival, to fight like he has nothing to lose, like there is no tomorrow. And maybe, there is indeed no tomorrow for that thing, its already very skinny. Obviously not the best fighter around, but still standing and trying. Stubborn to the tip of its fur.

The brawl didn't last long after that. Despite the numerous scratch, its suprisingly success in snatching a tiny part of the food. Dashed so fast to a far corner before other cats can catch it. Di feisheng must be wake up in a wrong position that day, because why should he care about that tiny kitten is beyond his understanding. But his feet already walk around that corner, trying to find the little thing before he can process anything.

It's only after several pat, a more edible food, and two big doe eyes that looks so sad, Di Feisheng finally came into the horrifying realization that he maybe really care about that ugly and dirty little kitten. Between that pleading eyes and the voice in his head that sound suspiciously like Li Lianhua saying they already have hulijing at home, His eyebrow twitch faintly. There is a moment when both didn't move or make a sound. And then the tiny kitten came closer, rubbing around his leg while keeping up the increasingly good performance of big sad eyes. Di Feisheng let out a mighty sigh. He's truly gone soft!

"Sly aren't you?" He pat the dirty fur once again.

Di Feisheng come back late that day, smuggling a tiny kitten between the fold of his robes into the lotus tower. So what if they already have hulijing, its a dog afterall. They can add a cat now.

#mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #short silly fic #I keep seeing xsy with cats and can't help to picturing di feisheng holding a smol one #li lianhua: hold up! what is that?#di feisheng: a kitten #fang duobing: a kitten!

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catsofcalifornia · 7 months ago

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Uranus from The Cat Garden Rescue in Pinole, California

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Uranus was born a tiny bit off centered, and being one of the smallest of her litter, we didn't know if she was gonna make it. We could tell she was a fighter from the beginning though just seeing how much she tried to eat and walk. We were all amazed by her determination to thrive!

She is now our tiny and mighty princess, loves to explore and play. She also enjoys your love and attention. She'll do well with kids.

#cats #california #pinole #adoption #adoptnotshop

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crystal-grotto · 8 months ago

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For how long this blog has been around I've never actually sat down and typed out how my collection of muses see eachother. Each arrow below breaks everything down and most of these have years of characterization and Discord plotting behind them.

-> Kanjigar

Draal is his only son. Kanjigar loves him with every fiber of his being, even though he did have to distance himself for so long while doing his duty as Hunter. He harbours many regrets for his actions but has been given a second chance, so he's working towards making any amends possible so they both can have a chance to heal.

Jim is new - but full of promise. Even though there have been hiccups here and there, Kanjigar likes and respects the youth enough to offer what wisdom he has to make sure Jim can survive, and be a more elder voice of logic in rough times.

Hagel is one of his closest friends out of the entirety of the OC crew. She was one of his first and only Gumm-Gumm Reformers, and throughout the years he grew to trust her through repeated contact. Their physical interactions are always in amicable light, sharing tea and food as well as stories even though Hagel is not required any longer to see him regularly.

Renjai is a troll of reputation. She's someone that he's not had a lot of interactions with - yet he has seen plenty of her work ethic as well as heard enough tales of her exploits from Draal to hold her in high esteem. In his opinion any Kiltar is a good thing to have in defense of Trollmarket; but it's even better to have one as decorated as Razorback there.

When it comes to Alex and Sturm, Kanjigar knows they are local as he has seen them around. He is also aware they interact with his son, but he's had little experience with them both himself so far, thus he has formed no defined opinions. That being said he is certainly more wary of Sturm compared to Alex as he suspects the electromancer is another Gumm-Gumm underneath those traveler robes; as neither cause issues in the Market, however, the old hunter has had no official reason to confront or persecute them.

-> Draal

Draal is very much his father's child. His love and devotion to Kanjigar runs deep - even though many wounds have been given throughout the years with his sire being distant. Now that the Fates gave him back, and offered a second chance, and the duo are making amends whenever their schedules align.

Jim may be tiny, but he is mighty and determined. Everything he's done so far has defied odds, making Draal all the prouder to be associated with him both as an ally and in family. Wherever the human Hunter decides to go, Draal will most likely be someplace nearby to keep a protective eye on him.

Renjai is a troll that Draal is a huge fan of when it comes to her professional life. He's attended a lot of her fights, and cheered her on many times both in the Kiltarheim and Trollmarket. He's even more delighted that he managed to achieve friendship with the pit fighter. She's a rarity in trolls that outmatch him - and he hopes maybe one day he can match her in combat capabilities. (Dependent on verse, he's crushing on her - ship tag: renjaal).

Alex, to Draal, is an odd one - in a good way. A changeling, but one that defies it's nature, is unheard of in the troll world. After causing him and her many levels of conflict after the female's status discovery, he's still somewhat surprised that she weathered it all and is a loyal friend. Shes a voice of calm compared to most of his circle; while Draal is not exactly sure what brings so many creatures of her ilk into his life, she's the only shapeshifter that has earned (and kept) his protective axe.

Sturm is a little bit of an enigma Draal is trying to unravel. After temporary butting of heads in Market encounters, tensions were smoothed away and tolerance allowed - and now the tinkertroll bull is a source of curiosity for the fighter. He's never known any troll to have magic like the hybrid does, nor such a understanding of machinery like him; and through much conversation Draal has managed to pry back a bit of the shell to secure a friendship with the other. He very much likes socializing with the other and listening to them talk about whatever topic is on hand - unlike Blinky. (Dependent on verse, he's crushing on him - ship tag: Sturaal).

-> Jim

He's had very little interactions with anyone aside from Kanjigar and Draal, as well as Alex.

He's in awe of the skill Kanjigar possesses, so he holds him up on a somewhat 'superhero'-ensue pedestal that he can learn from in his tenure of Trollhunter; he's not yet come to learn this version of Kanjigar is a Revenant. Draal on the other hand he loves to pieces as a elder (troll) sibling and takes everything he does with thoughtfulness and care - and subjects him/is subjected to his fair share of shenanigans.

When it comes to Alex, the young Hunter is clueless to her nature. He simply thinks she's a cool library/teacher's assistant that has an interest in the sciences and arts. He appreciates that she's relaxed and approachable, and that holds true as well in the rare instances he finds her in Trollmarket selling her hunts or herbs in her true form.

Renjai he admires at an arm's length. She's terrifying and powerful in the same way Draal was when he first saw him; Jim has not worked the nerve to talk to her yet.

He's only recently gotten wind of Hagel, so soon they may become good friends.

Jim has no idea that Sturm exists yet.

-> Renjai

Everyone has head the stories of the great Kanjigar the Courageous. To meet him in the flesh was not something Renjai expected to do, and yet she has maintained her composure and given the Revenant high esteem and wonder even if they have not spoken too much aside from the pub. He's earned it.

Draal, in her eyes, is everything a honourable Kiltar should be. Proud, skilled in the art of combatives, and mighty. The admiration is something that is a wayside bonus from her popularity and a source for amusement sometimes - but she much prefers the brawler as a friend and drinking companion over a fan as he's one of the few who can keep up with her, and one of the few of her species that she can allow herself to put faith in. (Dependent on verse, she crushes on him. Ship tag: Renjaal)

Renjai watches Jim's progress from afar, and marvels at how quickly he adapts and grows. At the same time she pities him - as he is but a child wearing the responsibilities of adults to kill and defend. In the near future, she's decided, she will approach him and offer her trainings just like Draal and Kanjigar have already done.

Much like Draal, after Renjai learned what Alex was, she gave her much grief. Renjai fully wanted her dead, once upon a time, before the small shapeshifter proved herself worthy of not finding her demise at the end of a spear. Now there has been gained respect and friendship to the point of forgiveness and defense if ever necessary. If anyone ever asks: yes, even Renjai is baffled in her turn of emotions.

Hagel is a good troll. Even if she was a Gumm-Gumm once, she Reformed at the hands of Kanjigar. Renjai deals with her from time to time, and shares a polite word and a meal. It's almost like being around one of the kinder Kiltar smith elders back home.

She's not very sure about Sturm. Renjai has seen him lurking about once or twice, but has never actually seen his face from the traveler's garb he chooses to wear each time he is in Market. She's got her eye on him if anything ever goes sour though.

-> Alex

Alex is the one who is somehow on good terms with nearly every muse.

The only person she's not managed to befriend in any way is Kanjigar - and that is mainly due to the fact that she's wary of his previous status of Trollhunter and his life experiences. She keeps her head down around him and minds her business; yet she also respects everything he's achieved and held together in the world of trolls by himself. He's a mighty individual, even without amulet.

With both Draal and Renjai it took some time to earn their friendship as the taught prejudice of changelings runs deep. She was scared of them at first, for they could kill her without effort; yet with enough time, proximity, and trials, she eventually proved herself as on the side of good to the warriors and developed an amicable bond with them. She appreciates their companionship more that she'll admit out loud and counts them in her small circle of true friends

Jim is a good kid. She likes talking to him whenever she can, and just relaxing whenever the youth can take a moment to himself and breathe. He's genuinely curious and she's happy to teach and has befriended him to an extent in the human world - but is internally fearful of the day he figures her out. She does not know how he'd respond to even more of her kind in his life.

Alex adores the things Hagel can do, and how nice she is. Such a friendly troll is a rarity - and she loves to trade with the giant Gadag whenever there's the chance. She's got the sneaking suspicion Hagel has probably adopted her at this point, but she doesn't overly care.

Sturm is... Like her, in many aspects. They both came from the same place, knew similar horrors, and knew similar pains for not being 'normal'. After working through a jagged start of simple trades, suspicion, and polite words into something more amicable the two quickly became good friends. She's more than grateful that he became another of her circle instead of an enemy.

-> Sturm

His default is cautious when it comes to others. Sturm is well aware of the threat he can be perceived as, and as such, has had very limited contact with the collective muse group; the only two he's had sustained interaction with is Alex and Draal.

Kanjigar is suspicious of him, and Sturm knows it. He actively avoids being in the older bull's line of sight to mitigate the risk of conflict, and the same goes for most other muses.

As he's heard the whisperings of Renjai's exploits the electromancer does not trust that she will not target a Gumm-Gumm in the Market in the name of it's defense. He keeps a wide berth from the she-troll whenever she roams.

Now that Jim is present, Sturm tries to keep to himself as he has no idea how a human would react to someone such as himself. So far it's been going well enough - coupled with the fact he only goes to Trollmarket once or twice a year.

Alex is what would be considered his best friend. They both suffered in the Darklands, but prevailed against all odds - and happen to be tinkertrolls in different veins. She trades many things with him and spends a decent chunk of her free time in his presence. In turn the bull has done similar, and has crafted gifts from time to time in gratitude for being someone he feels he can put his confidence and comfort in.

Draal... Dependent on verse that's a pile of complicated feelings that Sturm is still working on sifting through. Both of them are on agreeable terms, friends even though the Kiltar is the son of the previous Trollhunter. Sturm admires many of the fighter's traits - and hopes eventually he can be just as confident as Draal is in certain aspects of his own self. (Dependent on verse, Sturm is crushing on him - ship tag: Sturaal).

Hagel is only known to him as a chef troll. He's never walked that far into Market to see her, or figure out who she is in relation to him.

-> Hagel

This troll is on friendly terms to almost everyone, just like Alex.

Kanjigar is held in high esteem - mainly as he gave her a chance to change her life and make a place for herself someplace where she could actually do some good rather than harm. Even though her Reformer trials are over, the she-troll is happy to continue the tradition of visiting whenever time permits.

The son of the Trollhunter might be a touch gruff still, but neither of them bear ill will towards eachother and are rather friendly at this point in time.

Renjai is another that Hagel on good terms with - but so far the duo do not visit too much aside from business in association with a good cooked meal. Hagel understands and is simply happy that she is trusted.

Alex trades good supplies to Hagel and is very polite! Hagel suspects the Leodarin is not a true troll, and yet finds that she does not care terribly about that. Anyone who is on agreeable terms, makes an effort to be a friend, and sometimes even cooks alongside her, is more than welcome in her home.

So far the Gadag has only seen Jim in passing. As soon as Hagel learns he is a cook though then the she-troll is going to be delighted that he's not just a fighter. Overjoyed, even, and she'll want to share recipes with the youth and learn if human methods compare to the Gadag way.

Her and Sturm have not been reunited yet. She holds constant guilt about the series of events that happened, and thinks he is still lost to the Darklands. Hagel fails to notice the other Gadag in the instances he does make trips to Market as he never comes close enough to her dwell.

#;hc tag tbd #;world building #changeling in the room - alex #engineering a storm - sturm #a softer life - hagel #razorback legend - renjai #a lake of destiny - jim #i will fight by your side - draal #courage restored - kanjigar #//FINALLY its DONE #//3 hours later and word vomit galore #//throws this out and then rolls into bed #trollhunters

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osakanone · 15 days ago

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Hello Angel Cellar I am going into battle And I want your most biblically accurate angels

Music: New Mobilesuit Report: Gundam Wing: XXXG 00W0

A skeletal knight. Her armour is comprised of seashells curving like the body-panelling of some futuristic motorcycle. Metallic gold dances over ocean white. Her skeleton beneath is too, metallic shrouded in where light cannot reach of gears, pistons and swirling mechanical systems that make the F22 Air Superiority fighter of the US airforce look like the Wright Brother's flyer. Her shoulders and forearms are mighty pauldrons dressed about a rounded mechanical hub, like miniaturized riot-shields protecting fascists from the wrath of the people. Upon her chest is not breast, but the bonnet of a car, torn open by a hexagonal beak. Within it, a gemstone, an eye of enormous green like, a pearl held clamlike gazing and watching asll it surveys. Cast about are swirling panels like surf-board guitars of wings and winglets in dove-like forms. They branch like veins, arteries, muscular capillaries in incomprehensible forms supported by mechanical trusses of the space-station: wings lashed by rectangular crane-arms. She reaches to her left. She watches, beneath a samurai's gleaming white helmet, of elf-like long pointed winglet like ears and a steely gemstone gaze. Over her mouth, a facemask, studded either side by her helmet crown. Her chin, a bearded like horn. Upon her forehead, a third eye, upon the studed razorsharp twin boomerang of her tiara. Above, a fourth upon a mohawk of metal. This crustacean armour is made machine-like by rhombus and trapezoid like sections connecting flowing lines. Her boots of gold have goats-feet for heels, and forward some strange combination of a sneaker, and a hot iron press.

Her wings give the impression of a lacy white wedding-dress. Of the vapour-trails left by fighter-jets. There is vulnerability here. She looks dainty almost. Like you could hurt her. But you cannot. Upon her throughout are tiny holes, thruster vents which both inhale and exhale through mechanical insets. Bell thruster church bells like the mighty rockets that took humans to the moon in funnels of fuel frozen liquid hydrogen scream with nuclear fire. E equals Emm Cee Squared becomes diamonds of gasseous heat shocking our thick ocean-like atmosphere. Around her orbit rifles shaped like sabres in clusters of three all longways in a triangle together. They orbit her in mighty rings. Upon each hip, half of a strange rifle, a distortion of physics itself in which the very concept matter collapses and dies in its dragon's breath -- where the very particles used to conceal such mighty weapons are petrolium lit by her, as a match. Each, resembling a scientific instrument sit docked as if holstered. As if she is a cowboy ready to draw. Her feathers are like knives. This thing scarsely called robot, this being is filled with love. She will protect you.

Her name is Zero.

#mecha #gundam wing #mech #robot #giant robots #mechanophilia #...#?#mechposting

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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Demon Bride Ch13 This Is A Doctor?

(WARNINGs AND DISCLAIMERS: Puking up water, Cussing, Blood, blood being drawn, Enmu makes a small papercut on the tip of reader's finger. Enmu is his own warning for being a pervert and some innuendos. I'll try to keep it toned down as sfw as possible without breaking his character. Also mentions of reader's injuries. Headcannon for Enmu actually knows some medicine, K.)

Smog. Foul enough to poison a million humans.

Fire. Burning hot enough to resist any water attempting to put it out.

The wheezing of a thousand mighty war horses charging through battle. The strength of a million men with the might of iron and steel foraged from deep within the earth's core. All of which made up the mighty beast that charged throughout the lands taking and giving whatever precious gifts were stowed upon it's magnificent visage. Accompanying it was a vast array of carriages forged from the same steel and iron but less strong, but just strong enough to protect and carry the many humans inside their walls.

Laughter.

Those foolishly, funnily fragile little humans.~ He'll never understand them. Not really. But humans always fascinated him so. The forbidden fruit if you will. For there was something so fascinating about how just some of their tiny little droplets can strengthen even the weakest of them into a warrior to match the mightiest samurai. Perhaps that's why he was so intrigued by them and everything they were.

Their morals. Their thoughts. Their feelings. Their actions. Their dreams-

He always laughed at them and their petty existences. Oh. Don't be wrong. He DOES find them fascinating. He DOES find them admirable (at times). And he DOES always gives credit where credit is due if someone were strong in mind and heart. That is why he finds some of them so fascinating after all! But it's more entertaining to watch them try to push the heavy boulder of burdens up a hill and watch as it crushes them under it's weight as their sins crawl up and down their spines! After all it's the best entertainment!

At least it was in his opinion.

There were plenty of others who'd harshly disagree with his words instantly...Well, all except Douma. He himself also found a similar entertainment in humans, and as they usually met, many a discussions were had with the strengths and flimsiness of the opposite species. It was fun to find a like minded individual ...Even if he was devoid of anything inside. At the end of the day it wasn't as satisfying to know he wasn't actually interested or happy with the subjects they discussed in the end. More's the pity. However it wasn't just the mental attributes that fascinate him. It was the physical results that resulted from the mental state as well! It was why he took such interest in learning about anatomy as well as psychology. He's seen the most incredible feats be done physically as a result of a mental attribute of the mind.

He's seen mothers turn to skilled fighters to protect their children. Humans turned to monsters due to pure, blind, raw rage. Men experience sudden bursts of strength to defend their families when their bodies have no more to give. Someone gaining the abilities of a skilled Warrier when faced with fear. A single person claw their way to victory when met with inevitable defeat. A man's happiness curing his ill ridden body.

The human's will to live was such a fascinating thing to see, almost as fascinating as the motivations behind it.

And he absolutely. Positively. MOST OF ALL! Loved to see that hope- Their spark! Drain all away and leave nothing but absolute misery and pain as they realize there was nothing to stop the upcoming reality that they were about to-

WHEEZE-

Hm? Oh right. He was about to make one final stop before continuing onto business as usual- Or would it be unusual? After all it wasn't everyday he was called upon someone that wasn't his Master after all. He remembered the experience like it was yesterday! When in fact it was just last week so not too long ago still! He remembered the exact details of what happened before, during, and after that delightful conversation as well! It was just a normal (or seemingly normal-) day of his and there was a special delivery he had to pick up, however, this particular delivery was a very special one. A delivery that they were lucky to get once a year of course.

That glorious red liquid of life that flowed through all of them after they drank it.~

It was also one of the reasons he was so interested in human anatomy. He was fascinated with the effects it had on their own bodies. Humans could never harness any power their DNA possessed but yet his kind could. It was one of the very core ingredients of their power! ....It was also the reason why he was banned by his Master to do any tinkering with it, not that he ever thought of that before but it was interesting to think about the what if possibilities of it all. No no. Only the Master had the pleasure of doing that. Never knew what he did with all his experiments but it was so delightful to think about.~ None the less, his job was to just delivery what needed to be divided up to certain sectors and let the ones in charge handle the headache of making sure everyone got their fair share of it. Of course there was only a small amount given to his population as a whole, unless you were like him, then you got only the best and most potent of the substance. Now he only had to make sure that the supplies were taken exactly to where they needed to be, which conveniently was also where he needed to go, but he had to make sure his job was done first and foremost. It's what the Master would've wanted anyways. In fact, it was in the middle of his job that he was called if he remembered right. ...Yes. Yes that was when it happened! It was one of the more important stops of the deliveries, a delivery to an Upper Moon actually. They were the very first ones to get their fills in order according to the hierarchy that's been established for years now. The problem was he had to scramble different places past other waiting stops to deliver them according to hierarchy numbers when he could just go one stop after another and not have to double back to get all the stops he had to bypass in order to deliver the higher ups first, buuuut he knew the Master wouldn't like him not serving the more important demons first and he knew if he took too long to deliver their goods, they would be very angry with him. Hmm. While be didn't mind being manhandled around once and a while, the thought of many Twelve Kizuki hunting him down for being annoyed wasn't a pleasing thought at all. So he'd make the painfully long process of making all these deliveries, no matter how long it took. He guessed it could be worse. He could have Kokushibo's headache of gathering enough donated blood from the humans to satisfy every demon in the Master's provinces. Now THAT was a headache he didn't want to deal with. Or he could be Akaza who worked tirelessly day and night to make sure no 'mishaps' happened to shatter what illusion of peace the Master tried to keep between the humans under his control- He means under his rule. Oops. Wouldn't want to make that mistake in front of anyone.

But back onto the main topic-

The rather lavish (and rather large-) human settlement a bit farther up the mountain from the others near the colder parts, Upper Moon Two's domain, and most of where the donations came from. Douma's paradise of blood.~ Such sweet delights.~ The Upper Moon would charm anyone into giving them their blood, such a thing can't go to waste after all. The only downside of that was that the Upper Moon wouldn't be allowed to touch a single drop of what he collected until the Master and Kokushibo had their fills. Oh well. He didn't really seem to actually care after all so it was alright in the end. If he knew the Upper Moon, Douma would probably be waiting at the train station with more 'goods' for him that his pets- Uh...'Followers' would load onto the cargo cars for him, and then he'd try to pull himself aside to talk which they would often do.

The screeching of metal against metal like some unholy beast crying out. Ah. Such a sweet noise. He loved watching the pained expressions on peoples' faces from the high pitched noise. Deescalating speeds as they approached the snowy, chilly terminal (not that the cold bothered him in the least). Wheezes and burning steam from the powerful engines. Until the chugging of the iron beast ceased and stopped right in front of a small building where already some shivering humans were making quick work of immediately running to one car and opening the heavy sliding door. My, my. There was many, many humans this time. All shivering, teeth clattering, and rubbing their bodies to generate some desperate form of heat while carrying giant crates of wood with such care that their very lives were on the line if they didn't hurry up and load the precious substance on the train...And in fact, they just might be knowing how uppity tight Master could be about this job. If even one bottle was cracked and spilt-...Well let's just say he didn't envy the punishment that the human or demon would receive in not outright death! If the Master didn't do it Kokushibo would surely do it himself. But neither the smog from the train's chimney or the cold bothered him, but he quite enjoyed watching the humans suffering. Shivering in the cold as snowflakes slowly covered them all. His heightened hearing could hear the chattering of their teeth and the clinking of bottles against one another from within the many, many crates they continued to load into the cars. ...Hmm. But Douma wasn't among them. Nor was any other demon. Hm. Strange. Usually the Upper Moon was overseeing this, but perhaps he was busy with some of his new residents to his cult. After all about five hundred people had come in from last year from the other side of the mountain. Harsh winters driving them here in desperation for help, and into the arms of the famous 'Demigod' Douma. But for whatever reason he wasn't here at all. He would've sensed Douma's presence as soon as he stopped. ...Hm. This could also be a problem. He was supposed to collect his share assigned from the Master but no matter. If he wasn't here, then he'd just send it back with his servants. They were so stupidly, blindly loyal that they wouldn't even question him wanting them to deliver something. But he was going to wait until they were done loading everything up. After all he might show up someti-

STRUM!

A forced pushed the back of his mind making him nearly losing his footing on top of the giant train and falling down below from how sudden it was. Like a mental rock was suddenly thrown on his shoulders, and it's weight made him shake his head. A feeling deep inside like something pulling his soul into a different box was tugging at his mind and it made him blink in confusion for a moment. Ah. Well that was all of a sudden-

STRUM!!

That mental noise came again much more forceful and this time he didn't fight it. He had enough experience to recognize quickly what this was. His mind was pulled into a calling. It was like his conscious became thinned, light as air, and as nimble as a snake slithering through the lines of connection between himself and the bonds the Master's blood allowed them all to have. If he had one way of describing it, he would say it felt and looked like a tree rooted into their minds, different branches that were never the same but still connected to the same trunk in the end sharing the same deepened roots. The mind thread slithered ever closer to the thing that pulled and pulled and pulled him until he felt himself connecting to three others before him in this web of connections. He was thrown for a loop for a moment, but he quickly understood where he was and why he was here. One of the Twelve Kizuki wished him here, and the one responsible for bringing him here was just above him sitting silently. Upper Moon Five, Nakime, the one responsible for all transportation within this hivemind of threads. Ah! So he was being called here for a reason then! He wondered what exactly it could be? He mentally 'stared' at Nakime's thread connecting them together.

STRUM!!

She answered him mentally pointing towards the third presence there. Oooh!~ He wondered who it could've possibly been? The third presence was reluctant as he sent an amused questioning towards them, but in an instant he got two things from him. Firstly, it was in fact a male and secondly this third presence was weaker than he was. Which lead him to conclude that it was one of the Lower Moons beneath his own rank. He wondered who it possibly could've been? Yahaba? Kaigaku perhaps?

BUM!!

A single beat of a tsuzumi drum reluctantly answered his amused question and he lit up in realization of their identity. Lower Moon Six Kyogai! The lowest ranking member of the Twelve Kizuki and the weakest of them. Not that Kyogai wasn't powerful in his own right, he WAS much more powerful than the average demon and the Master recruited him for the specific skills he possessed after all. But he wondered why the Record Keeper would be calling him of all people? Was he impatient that his workers weren't getting their share of blood yet? Well they would have to wait just like everyone else for their turn. Be a little patient. But before either of them could return any greeting beyond that someone else arrived. Someone much more...

Powerful. Threatening. DARK.

Oh...Well this really was a surprise.

Something much more darker. Much more wicked. Much more heavy overshadowed the both of them.

The Master.

The twisted, rotting, suffocating presence enveloped the wavelengths and twisted around them like gnarled roots taking in them both completely. It caught him off in surprise for a moment but he didn't hide his glee at the familiar presence! Oh joy! Perhaps he was just simply called here for an inquire on Kyogai's supply? Perhaps a new servant was assigned to Kyogai and they needed him to send an extra bottle or two? But then why would the Master bother to join them if it was just that simple of a request? Oooh!~ Perhaps he was called here to be a witness if Kyogai was to be punished! That made more sense. He didn't bother to hide his sick glee making the Lower Ranking Moon frown annoyed at him. But neither dared start a fight while the Master was present. In fact it was Kyogai who spoke first, to the Master and not himself.

"Master," his voice came out in a firm, but respectful tone befitting to greet the Master in his magnificence.

"What does Lower Moon Six desire with me?"

Blunt, dark, and straight to the point as usual. He nearly chuckled outloud but chose to remain quiet as to not anger the Master and interrupt the two of them. He wanted to see how this played out after all.

"Forgive me," he apologized in the same respectful tone, "I ask permission for Lower Moon One to assist myself with an endeavor I am unable to complete-"

PAIN. A claw of talons stabbing into Kyogai's mind and gripping an entrance way into his thoughts and there was the dark presence finding the answers to why he dared to contact. Oh he saw it alright. He had a front row seat for it. He couldn't feel the pain Kyogai was experiencing, but he felt a pained feeling coming from the demon, and saw the dark talons that pierced his conscious threatening to give a wrong answer. But...Kyogai wanted permission from the Master to have HIM assist him? HIM!?

Interesting.~

"You think it wise to ask of something so trivial of me? For something of unimportance compared to what others and yourself are already tasked with? Is my generosity not enough, Kyogai that you can not fix this yourself?"

"FORGIVE ME MASTER!! Your mercy is not taken lightly or without great thanks! I am forever grateful! But I can not kill without cause as you have commanded! I am following your every word!"

The Master receded, and the pain from Kyogai was gone, pleased with his explanation and permitting him to continue on.

"This human has done nothing to warrant the punishment of death, and I would go against your order of killing without cause if I allow her to leave and die to the elements. Unfortunately I am unequipped for the solution to this problem. I request your permission for Lower Moon One to come and give assistance where he excels at."

Oh! Kyogai couldn't fix a little problem and needed his help? How cute.~ Is that why he was being called all of a sudden? His curiousity turned to smug mockery at the confession and Kyogai couldn't help but feel annoyed at that. However he knew better than to cause trouble and potentially anger their master especially after he was granted the mercy of getting heard out by him. There was silence, calculating thought from the darker, heavier presence which made both silent, but the voice spoke up again after his heavy consideration.

"I will grant Lower Moon One's aid to you one week from today."

Ah. The Master must want him to finish delivering his precious cargo first. After all it was a much more important task than a single human causing trouble.

"I understand. Thank you, Master. I am grateful. But before we sever ties, I wish to ask something of Upper Moon One before our meeting within a week."

There wasn't any response from their Master except silence, which meant he was allowing Kyogai to ask himself what he wanted. His Master must be in a good mood today if he was allowing this all so mercifully. Bless his wife's heart.~ He finally allowed himself to interact with Kyogai having his own presence touch Kyogai's in question, but he was mostly amused and smug about this entire thing. Speaking for the first time since this meeting started.

"Mmmm. Kyogai.~"

He didn't sound too pleased to hear him despite him being the one to call this whole meeting and so suddenly. "Greetings, Enmu."

"I must say, I am quite surprised you would even call my presence here.~ You usually do not speak to me at all beyond meetings. But now I know it's because of a pitiful human woman.~ Mmmmm! Tell me is she suffering?~ Did her life flash before her eyes knowing he couldn't escape her perils?~"

"Enough of your mockery! Have respect for the Master is still within our presences!"

"Yes. Forgive me, Master," He apologized quickly to the dark presence watching over their conversation but the dark being did not answer so he turned back to Kyogai, "What is it that Lower Moon Six wishes to ask me?~"

"The human woman, she is experiencing pain within her body under her ankle. How do I treat it until you can arrive?"

"....Hm. A pain you say?" he felt giddy. Oh he SO did enjoy reveling in the misery of others. "Is there perhaps any bones sticking out? Or deep wounds?" Might as well eliminate causes of pain. After all Kyogai did go through all the trouble of interacting with him, it'd be rude to not answer his questions....And he genuinely DID want to know how the human was suffering.

"No. No visible damage, although the skin is bruised and swollen. She seems in deep pain whenever her leg is touched or moved."

"Can you tell what's wrong?"

"NO! That's why I requested you be sent to me!"

He hummed again. Well it didn't sound like her leg was completely raptured. More's the pity. "Then it might be possible her leg is either broken or fractured-" Or possibly very, very painfully strained. "-but I won't be able to tell until I'm able to look at her. But of course Master's assignments tasked to me comes first.~"

"Then what do I do UNTIL you arrive!?"

"All human bones work in a similar fashion. Like a delicate glasswork, they're so pitifully fragile and weak.~ So you must be careful remembering that.~ You say she experiences pain when she moves her leg? Keep her off it as much as possible. Try to make sure her leg is kept straight and stiff as a board, maybe strap it down if you must. The more she moves it, the more damage to her weakened form she might cause herself.~ Treating the swelling is a different task however...Does your mansion still have that underground well?"

"Of course it does!"

"Hmhmhm.~" He couldn't help himself! He couldn't help but chuckle at Kyogai's frustration. It was too adorable.~ "Then I suggest submerging her leg within the cold water to help, or perhaps wrapping a cold wet towel gently around the swollen areas.~ I'll send a messenger raven with a recipe for herbal tea that helps numb the pain in human bodies. That should be sufficient enough help until Master allows me to spare a visit.~"

"It does. I thank you for your words." He thanked him but with the grace of someone who hated his entire being. "Master, I am grateful for your time spent on me. I have no need of anything else at this time."

As instantly as he said that, the dark presence loomed over and overtook the four-way connection between all of them, severing the ties abruptly painfully causing white hot flashes to throb in his mind, and throwing them both tumbling back from one another until both presences were gone and he was left alone amongst the threads of thought. Tumbling down, down, down past all the others until he felt himself once again land onto his own two feet grounded firmly on top of a metal menace. Oh. More's the pity. He didn't get a chance to ask exactly how much pain the human was in. Sigh. Oh well. He got a new excitement however! He was going to be visiting a place he usually never went to on top of treating a woman in (possible) unbearable pain! Oh the excitement running through his veins at the thought! Perhaps there was nothing he could do and he'd get to see the life drain from her face making it pale as the snow-

"My, My. That's such a pleasant expression on your face. Now I wonder what you could possibly be thinking about to bring such happiness. Would you tell me?"

"Hm?" Teal eyes popped open and blinked at the sudden sight of a rather tall individual standing before him-..Er. Well that was half right. The newcomer was standing but he was leaned over and a face was shoved just a few inches away from his own face, which was why he blinked. But he wasn't surprised other than a few seconds, before he returned a smile of his own. "Oh...What a surprise to see you here?"

"Is it really a surprise?", the other voice asked in what could've been perceived as an amused tone before leaning back up to his towering height over himself.

"You were not with the others when I arrived, so I assumed you were distracted with something else at the moment. Hmhmhm. Although I wasn't complaining about the sight at all. It is amusing to just see their fragile skin turned blue from the cold snow. No natural protection against even the tiniest little frost.~ It's thrilling to try and guess how many of them will end up with frostbite or fevers!"

A chuckle came from the much taller demon and a small 'swoosh' of a golden fan made snowflakes fly as it was held up to it's owner's smiling face. "Oh. ..Already several of them do in fact. Traveling through the frost covered mountains just to reach my salvation! But rest assured, all will find paradise with my guidance. But they are dutiful little worker bees.~ Just look at them go!"

He hummed again. "Yes. I will give them that. I suspect they'll be finished within the hour. Good. You know Akaza would have my head if his share is delayed too much."

"My best friend has a way with feelings doesn't he? Oh! Speaking of divided shares-..."

"Your own personal stash is in the first car. Courtesy of the Master himself. Do be sure to collect it before I have to leave. I can't delay the deliveries. I must complete them and then move onto my newest and exciting task!"

The taller demon clapped his hands. "AH! How wonderfully generous of the Master! I'll be sure to send my most devote followers to handle it so no worries!"...Slowly multicolored eyes turned to him. A smile devoid of any true happiness. "But I couldn't help but overhear you just now, or am I mistaken you're being assigned something else than your normal chores?"

He shivered in glee laughing. "No. You indeed heard right. The Master has generously agreed to allow me to assist Kyogai in handling a poor defenseless human who had gotten hurt near his home.~"

"A human? My! The Master must've been very generous to give Kyogai a human of his very own." More excited clapping. "I'm sure he'll have as much fun with him as I do with mine!"

"You're mistaken. It's just a simple little human. Nothing special about her."

As soon as the word 'her' left his mouth, the taller one stopped any form of fake happiness and snapped his head back to him. "Really? My, my. I wasn't aware that Kyogai had taken a mate this year." The taller demon sighed. "It breaks my heart to know that I wasn't even invited to the wedding ceremony-"

"You are mistaken once again." The taller demon stopped yet again. Staring daggers down at the smaller demon. "The context I received from both of them didn't lead me to believe she was anything like that to him at all either. No. It just seems that Kyogai had the fortune of stumbling across such a pitiful creature.~ No more, no less."

"Oh. What a shame for the little flower. What ever will become of her?"

"I do not know myself now. I have yet to have a look at her, but when I do, I hope it's a marvelous sight!"

The taller one hummed with some level of interest. "How interesting.~ If he ever needs someone to take the poor soul off his hands, I'd be more than happy to welcome her into my Paradise.~ But for now...Should I go into detail about how one of my humans got frostbite?"

"Please do!"

"Well since you asked! It all started when I sent the hunting party to gather more game from the mountain. You see one had the idea of ice fishing, and I thought it was a great idea to have fish this cold season so I willed it so. Well I guess one of the men wasn't careful enough and ended up falling through the ice-"

Maybe that's how he found himself now, six days later, standing right in front of a certain mansion with a certain sliding door leading into the inside. He was surprisingly motivated by his excitement to see this agony and pain expressed in this human- And because he was looking forward to something that'll be a break in his usual endless cycle of duties. He didn't mind doing the same things over and over if it was what his Master truly wanted but it did get oh so boring and dull after a while. No one else sure seemed to mind. The most important figures who needed the deliveries first got their fills and no one complained when most of the minor deliveries were made along the way back. Save some time he didn't have to worry about later, the Master even seemed pleased with his sudden productivity because he had a message to him from this very morning-

"When you deliver to Lower Moon Six, tend to the human. But do not take up so much time that you neglect the rest of what needs to be done."

The Master had allowed him to visit one day early for his good work! Wasn't he just the greatest!? He would be sure to make his other deliveries also quick as thanks for his Master's generosity. But he still had a certain delivery to make. He could smell the human's scent from here! Each breath made his heart skip a beat in excitement! It wasn't easy to get here with two giant crates of bottles unscathed you know even with his escort-

"Dam bloody idiot."

Ah. Kaigaku still had a lot to learn. He was just salty he was still Lower Moon Two and he had to listen to his orders of helping to escort the usual delivery here and keep it safe from those who'd try to ambush them. He knew Kokushibo would hear about it if he didn't comply. As much as he wanted to see Kaigaku get a harsh punishment from the Master or Kokushibo, the younger Lower Moon was behaving himself and helping him and the few handlers through the rough woods until reaching Kyogai's domain. He had been here before but he hadn't been inside too much since he was always so busy with deliveries and because Kyogai wasn't too fond with letting him in too far into his home. But he couldn't contain his glee as one of the servants opened the door, looked lightly surprised, but then she bowed to his figure in the doorway.

"Lord Enmu!? AH! I m-mean-..." She bowed. "Welcome, Sir. We have been expecting your arrival but you seem to...ah..H-Have arrived earlier than expected." She managed to give out a nervous greeting from her bow.

He hummed. "But of course.~ I had to deliver such delicious goods to such sweet girls such as yourself.~" A hand reached out and just patted her head making her flinch much to his delight. But he had something much more important to see. He held up one hand which held a rather large leather suitcase with a wide, TOO delighted smile. "I've also been requested by your Master to see a poor, sickly, agonized, pitiful human.~ And as promised I've arrived!"

Before the girl even had the chance to speak, he pushed past her making her blink and stand back up. "Eh!?...B-But I-"

"HEY ASSHOLE!! WHERE IN HELLS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE OFF TO!?," Kaigaku's angry voice shouted from behind him and rapid footsteps of the younger male came after him. Ah. Predictable.

"To find the human of course. What else would I be here for?~"

"F8CK NO!!! LIKE I'M LETTING YOU PUT YOUR PERVERTED HANDS ANYWHERE NEAR THAT HUMAN AND GET ME IN DEEPER TROUBLE!!" He hissed loudly catching even more attention to themselves. "I DON'T NEED ANOTHER EARFUL FOR LETTING YOU GROPE HER OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE PLANNING ON DOING!!!"

He waved a hand behind himself as he just walked in catching the attention of a few other servants who looked up at the commotion. "Oh! Do be a dear and let Kyogai know I'm here.~ Oh! And do divvy up those bottle rations.~"

There was a deep threathening growl before he felt his shoulder be harshly grabbed and he found himself firmly pushed against the wall but not before being spun around by the younger Lower Moon. Kaigaku's blue eyes and snarl boring death into his simple smile.

"Listen to me you dunce little fucker." A black nail roughly dug into his chest where it poked him. "I don't care if you're above me by rank, if you think I'm about to let you just cause trouble, then you're more stupid than you look!"

"You pay attention to my looks?~ *GASP!!* Aw. How sweet of you.~"

"I'M BEING FUCKING SERIOUS HERE!!!" He lowered his voice more and made a rapid clicking noise in a certain pattern with his tongue followed by a half hiss half snarl in their own language. "You're going to report to Kyogai first."

"Oh. But why?"

A strained shrill from his throat and a clatter of teeth- "BECAUSE I SAID SO!! It's better if there's two of us keeping an eye on you!! And you still haven't delivered his blood to him yet." A high pitched whistle followed by evenmore growls as his blue eyes narrowed. "And you're supposed to do that first. Aren't you?"

He hummed..before smiling wider. "Oh silly me. You're right. I should bid Kyogai welcome-"

BUM!! BUM!! BUM!!

"There's no need for that." OOH!! A new voice! And it didn't take too long for them all to figure out who it was when both looked over at the lumbering figure who had just appeared out of thin air. Both Lower Moons stared at the very lowest ranked member of them all as he just stared at Kaigaku before looking over at the smallest demon of them all. "Enmu." It wasn't even a greeting. Just a statement spat out but he waved at Kyogai's scowl either way. "You're a day early. ...Why?"

He shrugged still in Kaigaku's grip. "The Master gave me permission to see the human while I'm here. After all, it'd make more sense to see her while I'm here instead of just coming all the way back after delivering everything. Wouldn't it? And wouldn't it be better the sooner she's looked at?"

Kyogai's expression remained unchanged but he made a grunt sound before making to walk around the two of them. "You can look at her AFTER I devide what you've come to deliver. That way I'm not distracted by anything so I can watch you."

"Oh I can just be watched by-"

"My home. My rules. MY HUMAN. Now follow me and keep quiet!"

Enmu's pointed ears perked up. 'His' human?...Ooh~ Well this should be very interesting. Kaigaku made him march right behind Kyogai muttering under their breaths about 'Dam insect' and 'Bloody pervert' not that he minded or fought back really. He could've and he would've easily gotten away from the both of them considering he was much stronger than the two combined, but he was finding their manhandling amusing. And of course, none of them saw his little minion pop off his arm and scuttle away too busy focused on their task at hand. And no servants noticed either, all of them were excitedly heading towards the front of the manor for their share of the delivery. If Kyogai didn't stop them, they'd consume the SPECIAL bottle that's only reserved for himself. Luckily it seemed his servants respected him enough to not tear themselves limb from limb over it and gladly did as they were told, waiting in line for their bottle before scurrying off, all the while he stood there smiling and giggling as Kaigaku scowled and held him up easily by the back of his shirt. Though there was one female servant Kyogai addressed by name.

"Nagi." Instead of one bottle, he handed her two from the crate. "Bring Y/n some food and deliver this bottle to Eri for me. I have to finish up things here before I can..." He gave Enmu another scowl. "..Take care of something else."

The servant good obediently did as she was told taking the bottles and scurrying away like the others. He stayed there smiling as the crates were slowly emptied and the crowds slowly became smaller and smaller within the two hours they stood there. Kyogai didn't even touch his yet, making sure each and every one of his servants got theirs first. Poor pitiful Kyogai. Too kind on his servants for his own good. He got attached too easily. However it wasn't long before Kyogai looked back at him scowling at his obvious giggles.

"Stop that. It's annoying me."

"Sorry. I can't help myself.~"

"BULLSHIT!!"

"Kaigaku, be silent. But the hell you can't! Your job is to just stand there and be quiet! And keep your hands where I can see them!" In response, Enmu happily held up one hand holding his medical bag with a wide toothy grin. It made Kyogai's brow raise unamused. "The other one to-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

A woman's high pitched shriek pierced the air making everyone either jump or whip their heads towards the scream that echoed from somewhere further away in the manor and echoed across the walls. ....And then it was followed by another shriek and many cries and footsteps running away from somewhere. Kyogai instantly looked back to Enmu...who held up his other arm but showed he had detached one of his hands-

"YOU FUCKING SOME OF A BI-"

Kaigaku didn't get a chance to finish his insult at Enmu who looked nothing but pleased before a few woman servants came running up from the halls looking terrified or holding up the hems of their dresses to be able to run faster. Some shouting-

"IT TRIED TO GRAB ME!!" "THE DISGUSTING CREATURE TOUCHED MY LEG!!" "LORD KYYYYOOGGAAAAAIIII!!!!"

There was a loud smack noise as Kyogai facepalmed with a growl. "One normal visit. You can't just be normal!?" He snapped back to Enmu. "FOR ONE VISIT!?"

"To be fair your staff have some very....'healthy' looking bodies.~ Their expressions of fear are very normal reactions.~ So beautiful.~"

"DAM PERVERT!!"

"Oh for the love of-" Kyogai just turned and began stomping off. "MAYLA!! Finish passing these out!! I'm fixing another's mess again! Kaigaku, bring the dam insect and DON'T you lose eyesight on him."

Enmu only continued to giggle as he was half marched half carried behind Kyogai past scared or annoyed looking servants just looking at the trio of Lower Moons. It wasn't too hard to find the path way of Enmu's mischief. There was a trail of terrified, angry, or lightly crying women they followed. Kyogai's eyes filling with sympaphy for them and he kept snapping looks of hatred between them back at Enmu who only kept on smiling amused and pleased with him. Oh these faces they made were adorable.

"Why did you think bringing him here was a good idea in the first place!?", Kaigaku yelled at Kyogai's exposed back.

"Because like it or not, he's the only one who knows about human medicine!," Kyogai shouted back just as angry. "I couldn't just magically heal her without knowing what's wrong! And none of this would've happened anyways if YOU had just did your dam job in the first place!"

"For the last time it wasn't my fault the human was stupid enough to run away and get herself hurt before I could kick her back out myself!"

"And who's fault is it that she ran off in the first place because SOMEONE wasn't keeping a closer eye on her!!"

"Well who's idea was it to send for a pervert doctor instead of allowing her to be looked over by Douma's healers!?"

"I TOLD YOU I'M NOT LETTING DOUMA ANYWHERE NEAR HER!!"

"Gentlemen please.~" Both shot him looks. "We can agree that it's simply both your faults.~ Each of you had a part to play in this-" He paused..Mouth open and eyes wide all of a sudden as if something shocking flashed before him. "In...This-...*GURGLE*!!" Both paused as a strange rumble game from Enmu. "W-W-WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!!!" He suddenly shouted. "D-DON'T DO THAT!! *BLEGH-*"

Both turned to disgusted looks as with a splash, crystal clear water cascaded from Enmu's mouth and splattered all over the floor by their feet. Both gave both shocked and disgusted looks as the splatter of water sent droplets spraying all over their legs.

"UGH!! WHAT THE FUCK!?," Kaigaku cried in disgust holding Enmu higher and away from him as the smaller demon coughed and sputtered with the same wide eyed look. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Is this some kind of sick joke!?"

"N-NO!! *COUGH COUGH*," Enmu cried desperately. "PLEASE!! WAIT STO- OW!!" His head ducked and he gained an annoyed look as he hissed. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!! S-STOP THAT!!"

"What the hell are you talking abo-"

"THE HUMAN FOUND MY HAND!!," He cried making the other two go silent. "And she's- OW!! MAKE HER RELEASE MY HAND IMMEDIATELY- HEY, HEY!! NO, NO, NO!!" He looked almost worried again. "P-PLEASE!! PUT THE BOOT DOWN!! HELP ME!!"

"Y/N!" Kyogai turned and not giving time to the other two before his arm reached out around to his back and quickly tapped the drum sticking out.

BUM! BUM! BUM!

Three strikes was all it took to bring him to the familiar door he's been to a few times, and immediately he didn't waste any time rushing to it and shoving his head in the open doorway. "Y/N!?" No signs of life anywhere. Just an empty tray of food laid on the floor. "ERI!!!" He DEMANDED in a raged tone looking back up the hallway, his voice echoing off the walls.

But something did answer him. A scream and the yells of a man in pain and...A repeated banging sound?? He didn't question it, walking up to the room where he heard the sounds coming from inside. The doorway was wide open so of course he stuck his head inside- ...But what was in the other side shocked him into freezing.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU IF YOU INSIST ON- OW!!!"

"SHUT UP YOU-...YOU-...WHATEVER YOU ARE!!"

He stared wide eyed as he saw Y/n there, on her knees on the floor, with something gripped firmly in her hand. She was repeatedly hitting the thing on the floor over and over and over again in a small fit of rage herself. In one corner of the room was a mother coddling two young children to her in horror. Eri wasn't too far away from them, looking equally shocked, and a spilt bucket of water at her feet and getting the floor wet.

"KYO! GAI! H-HELP!! ME!!" Enmu's voice called and Kyogai now realized that it was in fact, Enmu's hand that Y/n had and was repeatedly hitting it against the ground. She gripped his hand by the wrist and repeated hit him against the floor over and over with a scowl. Until she heard him say his name and paused in her movements, arm reared back, and ready to hit him against the floor again but had frozen and turned her head to him standing in the doorway.

Kyogai had stared at her and a small silence rang out between them all...before Kyogai only said one thing.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"

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"THIS!? IS A DOCTOR!?"

Your voice, angry, so so SO done, and irritated stared at Kyogai who sheepishly nodded as he carefully placed you back down in the chair you usually sat in. You also pointed an accusing hand at Enmu who hissed and rubbed his sore hand as he reattached it to him with a bone crackling noise. Yep. He would be sore for a while.

What had happened was that you had continued reading to Eri until she noticed that the water your leg was submerged in had gotten warm again and did was she always did, stopped what she was doing to go fetch you some new cold water. You didn't have any complaints, after all you had the book to keep your company, so you just sat in wait as she left....Until you heard the first few screams. It startled you into dropping the book and looking towards the open doorway just as a few ladies ran by screaming their heads off. As if something was chasing them. The recent chase through the woods had still been fresh in your mind so it had been you on edge, your first instinct getting up and half hopping on your good leg to close the door. If something like last time was happening again, then you didn't want to be exposed so opening to anyone trying to cause harm. But a scream from Eri had made you stop in doing so, and it had come from a room just up the hallway from you. She could've been in trouble!! The thought of your friend here being harmed drove you to quickly hobble up the hallway towards the open room the scream had come from, and had found a scene that horrified you. A WALKING TALKING HAND WAS STANDING THERE!! It turned to you and spoke something, causing you to shriek and grab the first thing that came to mind- Grab the full bucket of water from Eri's hands and slam it upside down over it. Flooding the thing's mouth full of water, and you would've kept it under the bucket if you hadn't slipped on the spilt water, and released it from it's bucket prison. Still in a panic, you did the only thing that came to mind-

Grab onto it and start hammering in self defense.

Kyogai coughed as you scowled at him. "Well...I'm sure he didn't mean to startle you." He hated to admit that to you. He probably HAD intended to cause fear and chaos, but Enmu probably didn't expect you to suddenly appear as you did and give him a rude awakening. "He was just searching for you because he came to help you. He probably made a wrong turn. I promise you he'll be leaving as soon as he looks you over-"

"SRNK!!" Kyogai gave a loud wheeze between the laughter he had been giving the entire situation having arrived dragging Enmu behind him not too long ago. "Hahahahah!" His laughing form leaned against the wall was not helping his situation in the least.

"You expect me to let HIM touch my leg?"

"I assure you I am extremely professional," Enmu finally spoke flexing his hand and giving a neutral look back to you. "But Kyogai is correct." he smiled holding up a hand. "So sorry for the startle.~ I like to find my patients before I treat them, and Kyogai's palace can be tricky to navigate in if I get lost.~ *gasp* But where's my manners. Enmu Tamio is at your ago- Service! My dear. Apologies if I had taken SO long to get to you but I'm afraid my Master wouldn't let me be relieved of my post so easily."

"Oh...So you're the one who prescribed me that disgusting tea." You scowled at him further. This man was...Short. it was clear he was a demon by his pointed ears, small tail that wagged behind him, and the strange colors his body sported. He looked just one inch above you and looked short compared to the lumbering form of Kyogai who was still currently fretting over your form.

"You're alright aren't you?" He asked giving an apologetic look. "Your leg is good?"

...You smiled at him. "I promise I'm fine. My leg doesn't even hurt right now."

"Still my apologies," he bowed his head, "I shall not let this happen again."

"If you all are finished," Enmu interrupted holding up his medical bag with an all too eager smile. "Shall we get started? After all I was called all the way here to do so."

Kyogai huffed. "Yes. The sooner you get done the sooner you can leave."

His tone made you took back to Kyogai in question. Huh..His tone was very annoyed. You guessed he didn't like this demon and you can't say you blamed him right at this moment. That scare was not fun to experience, and you didn't like how this demon looked at you. Speaking of that demon- You flinched when Enmu just dropped to his knees and grabbed your hurt leg-

"Make sure you keep both of those dam hands where we can see them, Enmu!," Kyogai growled followed by bared fangs and soon two pairs of blue eyes bore into Enmu's side as Kaigaku snapped around joining him.

Although Enmu only hummed without a care in the world. "Oh relax you two.~ I'm not planning on startling her any further. I don't think I can handle any more hits for today."

You froze also staring at him. HIS HANDS FELT OF DEATH!! Nothing but cold radiated from his skin as the grip grabbed your leg, and it took everything in your instincts to not kick him in the head with your good leg. The Demon smiled too widely back at you before turning his eyes back to your leg silently staring for a good ten seconds.

"....Was it just your ankle that hurt?" You jumped at his voice but he didn't look up at you, but you did nod making him hum. "Hm...Which side of your ankle did the most pain come from?"

"T-...T-The front. Just above my ankle."

"You mean here?" You immediately yelped as a thumb firmly pressed into a certain spot and a pain throbbed from it, making him lift his thumb back up and glance at you with a smirk. "I'll take that as a yes-" There was a shing of metal and he felt the looming presence of Kaigaku whom growled in threatening. "Relax!" He held up a free hand. "I had to be sure of the pain's placement. Now. Is this the only place where it's coming from?" You hissed irritated nodding again. "That's good. One place is usually better than all around. That means it must be just the front here that's broken! This next part will hurt a bit!" He explained holding up a finger. "I have to feel it to determine the damage fully."

Before you could even say anything, another throb of pain made you cry out as more digits dug into the front of your ankle as Enmu just-....Hummed to himself. Gripping your leg tighter to not let you buck away as two thumbs pushed into the skin to feel the bones underneath. It felt like your inner foot was on hellfire as he continued to slowly feel about. Unconsciously, Kaigaku raised his sword in a strike movement and probably would've struck him right across the back, if he hadn't removed his thumbs with a frown. ....His brows furrowed. ...That didn't feel right. One thumb pushed back down on the front making you cry out again and he stopped instantly. Teal eyes continued to stare at your ankle, then he looked back up to you, you looked about ready to cry from the pain throbbing from your leg- But he didn't comment on that, instead looking directly at Kyogai who still scowled deeply at him.

"...When did you say she gained this injury?" He asked in genuine confusion, which caught the larger demon off guard. There wasn't any snide remarks. No flirtatious undertones. No perverted-ness. ..Nothing.

It made Kyogai frown deeper. "About six days ago."

"I see...And how did this happen?"

"A demon attempted to take her. He's dead now, but Eri was able to determine the force was strong enough to break the bone all the way through, although we had no knowledge on how to treat her without possibly making it worse."

Enmu's brows shot up. Looking between your leg and Kyogai. "The bone was snapped???" God you felt sick now-

He nodded. "Yes. The leg was also incredibly swollen."...He smiled lightly. "Although I'm glad it's not anymore. The cold water seems to have helped."

"Are you sure you're not misremembering those details?"

"Of course I'm not!," Kyogai yelled back annoyed, "Why would I?!"

"Because this leg isn't broken in the lease!"

Silence.

No one spoke as you all stared at him. When no one spoke he continued looking back at the leg with a hum. "From what to described to me just now, her leg should've been broken all the way through on all sides. Instead there's just a small hairline fracture to her front here." His thumb tapped the now lightly sore area he prodded.

"A...fracture?"

"Yes. There's a fracture in the tibia right above the talus bone. Here!" Again he tapped the sore area to make a point, "But even this is halfway healed." He looked back up with a hum to you who blinked. "...Are you sure you were in so much pain you couldn't walk? Perhaps your fear was making you exaggerate things in the moment."

You opened your mouth...and closed it. "I-...Well I mean-...Maybe? E-Eri's medicine-"

"That medicine only heals small wounds and bruises on a demon's skin. Even if Eri put it on your ankle it wouldn't have done anything because-...Well that medicine can't mend broken bones even on a demon, and that's simply not how it works. Bones don't heal by ointment. They heal by placing them in the correct spot and putting a splint on them to make sure they still long enough to heal all the way. It's science my dear. Not magic." He shook his head before smiling again. "More's the pity. Your fear and stress must've made you all think the situation was worse than it actually was." he sighed as if genuinely disappointed. "Too bad."

"Are you calling my Healer a liar!?"

"I'm simply saying she mistook how extreme the injury was." Enmu held up a hand calmly. "That's all. You said yourself you all have no knowledge of human bodies, so mistakes can be made."

"Eri said the bone was snapped! She may not know human anatomy that well, but everyone can tell what a snapped bone is!"

"The bone is indeed damaged, but broken it is not. I have no doubt it WAS swollen but it's not broken. I have hundreds of years of experience Kyogai. I know what a small fracture looks like." He paid no attention to Kyogai's annoyed scowl as he turned and reached into his bag with opened with a small click. "I'll prescribed a different herbal drink. It'll help the body's bones strengthen, and that should help it heal from within. But you'll have to keep her here for another four weeks-"

"FOUR WEEKS!?" Kaigaku shrieked speaking finally and staring at Enmu who produced a small glass container with some kind of dried leaves inside. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN SHE'LL NEED TO SIT ON HER ASS FOR ANOTHER FEW WEEKS!?"

"Fractures usually take up to four or five weeks to fully heal in human bodies. She's already pretty healed up, but I've seen things take a turn for the worse in a lot of cases." He smiled wider holding the glass container to Kyogai whom slowly took it. "Humans have an incredible instinct to underestimate small injuries and when they do, they can turn rather dreadful and sometimes even fatal quickly. Hmhmhm!~ *sigh* But I recommend you keep her off her leg for another week or so and keep her under supervision. You don't have to keep her leg cold anymore, but I recommend the tea and plenty of rest."

YOU WERE GOING TO BE STUCK HERE FOR LONGER!? ANOTHER WHOLE MONTH ABOUT!!!...Well...At least your injuries weren't as serious as you feared they might be. Your relief was mixed with irritation and anger as you stared at him. But jumped when he produced a small glass tube and held up a single sharp nail of his smiling.

"Now if you could please give me your hand."

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"Some demons carry bacteria in their mouths or have venom that can effect others. I want a blood sample to be sure there isn't anything from the demon's tongue that could be deadly to you in the long run.~"

You instantly turned to Kyogai. "Is that true!?"

With a grunt he nodded to you. "Unfortunately yes. Eri happens to be one of them, although all her venom can do is numb an area of your body." he shrugged at your surprised face. "It's not lethal by any means, in fact it could be rather useful in some of her treatments. Unfortunately he's right that some are deadly."

"So a small blood test is needed to confirm there's nothing out of the ordinary." Enmu gleefully leaned closer to you. "Of course, I won't force you to, but it would be better in the long run. After all, better safe than sorry as humans say."

There could be something in your body that might be lethal!? That was more scary than the idea of a demon trying to eat you!! So...Reluctantly. You timidly held out your left hand to him, to which he smiled but paused when he saw your hand.

"Hm? Oh. Now what's this? My, my. It seems you have a small scar on your palm." You glanced at your palm and indeed saw the small scar on your palm. It was one of the small injuries that you gained while running away from the demons chasing you. But Eri's magical green goop ointment had healed it up along with any other bruises and scratches you had. "But no matter. It's healed.~"

"OW!!"

A sharp pain quickly rang through your index finger as a small papercut like prick was made before your hand was grabbed and the glass tube was firmly pressed against the cut, you hissed as a few droplet of blood ran down it's side before Enmu released your hand, and you immediately pulled it back to your chest.

"There we go." A cork was popped on the top of it as Enmu stared at it lovingly. "Such a pretty color-" He paused smile wide...before blinking and- "*ACHOO!!*" You blinked as he lightly sneezed and shook his head. "Uh. You must tell your servants to stop wearing such heavy perfumes! Flowery scents make me sneeze so." With a small scrunch of his nose, he returned the small glass tube carefully to his suitcase which closed with a click as he stood. "I'll return within a month's time for a check up. Unfortunately I have many more deliveries to make, and it'll take me a bit to run a few tests to be sure nothing is infected within you." He smiled wider. "Although if you're desperate enough to see me again-"

A metal pressed to the side of his neck. "I'll show you the way out." Kaigaku's hissed tail thrashing behind him.

"Ah...Well how kind of you." Enmu nodded. "I should be going, the Master said to make this visit as quick as possible." He waved to you. "I bid you good bye until next time, Miss Y/n. Remember to stay off that leg in the meantime. Would be shame if anything happened to yo-"

"MARCH!!" A hand grabbed Enmu's shoulder and just dragged him out by the shirt making the demon giggle in delight at the manhandling.

Kyogai sighed and after the giggling got too far away to hear, you turned to Kyogai and again, pointed and asked. "THAT was a doctor!?"

"Unfortunately. Otherwise I wouldn't have put up with any of this."...he looked to you. "I'll have Eri look over your cut after she finishes cleaning up the water...But it's strange Enmu would mention flowers."

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