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sillymommy6969 · 7 days ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ BITE ME ᝰ! M.B.

your superhero love story with black widow manon!

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. ❫ ｡ blackwidow!manz x f!r 𖥔 fluff, superhero au ── disclaimers: mentions of weapons, violence, kissing, suggestive themes, enemies to lovers, kate bishop!r ／ ℭatalogue

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who was the last to welcome you onto the Katseye team of superheroes. being a longtime mentee of hawkeye!sophia’s, you were recruited to join the team by the girls when things got a little serious

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who refused to share the only single room with you when you finally moved into the compound, forcing you into a three-man with thor!daniela and hulk!lara. you had to sleep in daniela’s bed for a couple weeks until sophia kindly ordered one for you, the blonde didn’t really mind though, but you didn’t exactly love being woken up by tiny electric shocks whenever she’d writh around in bed

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, the most experienced member

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who surprised you with her unmatched skill and stamina first day of training. for someone with zero enhanced superhuman abilities, it was mighty impressive, the way she could take spider-man!megan despite the younger being much more gifted biologically

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON being proud and smug about the takedown, shamelessly challenging you when scarletwitch!yoonchae helps megan out of the ring and into the break room

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON lowkey getting humbled by you

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON ending up on her stomach, face pressed flat against the floor with your legs around her neck. sophia had a good laugh out of it, teasing manon about karma biting her in the ass for underestimating you

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON disliking you even more after you managed to pin her down first try. she would deliberately ignore you in group settings, walking past you and bumping you in the shoulder as she grabs an energy drink from the fridge, or she would completely shut down your suggestions at weekly team gatherings when you all would discuss how to more efficiently lower the crime rate

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, getting scolded by mentor sophia

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who poured and threw a hissy fit when sophia called her out for being childish. sophia told her to lay off on you, to stop acting like this was a term war on the playground in kindergarten. manon felt a little bad for her behaviour after the leader told her off, but still didn’t like you

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who only calls you rookie and refuses to call you by name--“you snooze you lose, rookie, crime doesn’t sleep.” / “move you ass, rook, you’re taking up the whole goddamn couch right now.” / “less talking, more training, rookie. the moment you lose focus, yoonchae’s going to throw your ass across the room.”

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON being tasked to be your arms trainer, handling all things guns and grenades

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON being the strictest you’ve ever seen when your weapons training began

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who would make you run suicides outside the compound whenever you’d miss your shot (which was always because she knew you sucked at shooting). she’d make fun of your aim, and would never go easy on you, even if you’re dry-heaving from sprinting up and down the stairs. she was really testing how far your human body could go before you threw all your organs up and crashed out. she made sure you heard every single taunt she had to say

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON: “come on, rook, you can pin a wedding ring to a tree with your bow and arrow, but you can’t shoot a six feet tall tapestry? i thought archers had godly aim!”

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who slams you for going on dates

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who insists relationships, and any commitments beyond the one you had made to be a crime fighter, was a distraction. so when you came home one day with a sheepish smile and lipstick smudges around your lips, it only seemed to fuel her distaste for you more

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON never went easy after that. you thought your training was tough before?? think again.

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON giving you zero time to do anything beyond training. and when you did find a moment of escapism from sergeant bannerman, you would immediately be out like a light the moment you sit down

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON hearing about your talking stage dumping you after you blew her off for no reason three times in a row. you, for obvious reasons, couldn’t reveal the reason behind the demanding nature of your job, so you could only make generic excuses to fulfill your training requirements (which are always changing ‘cuz manon just wants you to go through the toughest sessions your body can handle)

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who felt the slightest bit guilty when she gets shit from daniela and lara, saying you were so sad the girl wasn’t talking to you anymore

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON knocking on your door

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who practically ordered you to sit back down when you stood, thinking she was here to beat your ass for not showing up to some extreme pop-training session. you immediately took a seat, not challenging her authority in fear of her cracking down some harsh punishment on you

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who, for the first time since you’ve met her, called you by your name

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, the same woman who made you feel like you weren’t fit to be the hero they want you to be, was suddenly speaking to you in such a soft manner, it was nothing like her usual character, but you really needed the shoulder to cry on, so you didn’t hold back

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who would usually shove you off and give you a look of disgust if you ever spoke to her so casually. but she listened, you felt like you had to tell her at first, when she demanded my asked you what was wrong, but eventually, your lips began moving faster than your brain and you started talking about more than just your fumbling

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who couldn’t help but relate when you talked about your struggle with not feeling worthy

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who started seeing you differently

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, ms. big ego can’t take the rookie seriously, actually giving you encouragement during your future sessions. you didn’t think too much of that night, when you ended up just telling your superior everything. it felt so vulnerable and you didn’t like thinking about how that might have affected the already bad impression she had of you, but the change in her attitude really shocked you

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who took it easier on you

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who didn’t like the warm feeling she got in her chest when she would catch herself smiling at you falling on your face during brawls. it wasn’t the smiling that bothered her, but the fact that it was a more endearing smile, not one of mockery

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON internally cursing herself for beginning to notice smaller things about you; like how when you played darts, you always aimed like you had your bow and arrow in hand, or how you always carried a little box of bandaids in your wallet in case you pricked yourself on the tip of one of your arrows

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, whom you eventually become better than at mastering weapons

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON prior to meeting you would never let that slide, she’d somehow find a way to point out the tiniest mistake and criticize you for it. but the manon today, the one who’s been spending more time with you than any of the other girls, was kinda--proud? that’s not something someone can say everyday: manon bannerman is proud of me

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who was weird around you

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, whom you grew to have the tiniest crush on, no longer teasing you, which was what pushed you to work harder to begin with. eventually, she began missing more and more training sessions, until one day lara showed up in her place, telling you you had graduated from arms training and was now focused on combat intelligence

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who you don’t see for a couple days since you begin training with lara, and you find yourself zoning off to think about her whenever lara would drone on about how you’ve killed sixteen bystanders with whatever silly decision you’ve made on the field

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON, who you finally run into in the kitchen after drills with sophia one day, and you go to stop her when she tried to slip past you and out the room

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON not being able to look you in the eye, which is so stupid because she was literally the killer of men, switzerland’s assassin, she was the black widow--and she was getting nervous under your stupid rookie eyes

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON freaking out internally when you locked her in between the counter and your body with your arms. she didn’t know what to do, and you knew it was quite unprofessional to be doing this with a superior of yours, but you were over her ignoring you and being a jerk. when she tried brushing you off, you kissed her. she was quick to kiss back

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON still calling you rookie

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who definitely had a mom lecture from sophia when you two started being really obvious about the growing tension. but reactions to your relationship were mostly positive, even though manon would physically toss the girls around whenever they would trade her for going soft

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON the older girlfriend who has trouble opening up about her feelings and stuff, but your empathetic and patient nature helps her improve those skills

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who still runs hard training sessions with you here and there, but instead of harsh punishments, you’re motivated with sweet rewards instead; she gives you a kiss every time you complete a circuit of lara’s workouts, or buys you something you liked from your favourite store when you’d successfully take down gangs in simulations

✵ BLACKWIDOW!MANON who has a soft spot for you, and is definitely much different compared to the old manon…

˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ ❪ 𝖈alliope 𝖘peaks! ❫ 。 oh. em. gee. this vision came to me so clearly i just had to get it out… what’re you guys’ thoughts on what katz would be cuz in my head i saw spiderman!megan, thor!daniela, hulk!lara and hawkeye/kate bishop!sophia and scarletwitch!yoonchae lmk who i should do as what next! happy reading!

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months 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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sunny-mercya · 1 year ago

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Ordinary Godly

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Masterlist

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.

~~~

»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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echantedtoon · 6 months ago

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Held (Upper/Lower Moons)

Feel bad for making everyone wait for new content as I'm taking so long to get everything done. So have these small headcannons for the Upper/Lower Moons holding their baby/ies for the first time suggested by a friend. Tried to make it to where it could be applied to literally any of the upper or lower moons. It's not much but I hope y'all like it.

It was quiet in the house now.

The most stressful gut wretching part was over, had been over now for a few hours now. Your shrieks and sobs were no more and now you were fast asleep resting after the tremendous amount of pain you must've been through. He was grateful for that at least. Wouldn't lie he was more nervous about your safety than anything else, but now that you had a moment to rest he could calm down. Your peaceful form rising and falling in sleep with every breath.

And here he was. Sat down with your beautiful child(ren) in his arms also fast asleep. They'd make quite a ruckus when they first arrived having him literally nearly pulling his hair out from stress. But now he couldn't stop smiling at their sleeping form in his hold.

He was more than happy to his child(ren) as you slept peacefully. Especially as they yawned rubbing at their own eyes blinking up and to him for the first time. A smile crossing over his face as he stared at the sleepy confused expression on their face(s).

"Hello, there. I've been waiting to meet you for so long."

They didn't react beyond the confusion they had before scrunching their face(s)..and giving a small sneeze.

"Hm. Such a mighty fighter you'll make. Don't worry. Even if you're not the strong-"

They shifted yawning once more as instinctively they turned into the warmth he provided pulling the small, defenseless extension(s) of him closer to his chest. Watching as tiny eyes, exact mimics of their own, closed once again loosing their battle against sleep. He leaned over, a small smile pressing hard against his lips at the littles one(s) in his embrace.

"Father will always protect you."

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tytarax · 1 month ago

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Requested by: @lelewright1234

The sun had just begun to rise over the peaceful world when Goku, with a wide, excited grin on his face, cradled his newborn daughter in his arms. The warm light filled the room, the same way the love in Goku’s heart filled the room.

“Leah... I can’t believe you're here," Goku murmured, his voice full of awe.

Chi-Chi, exhausted but beaming with joy, watched from the bed, holding their son Gohan. "She's perfect, Goku. You’ve got another little fighter in the family."

Leah’s tiny hands gripped Goku’s finger with surprising strength, as if the tiny warrior was already showing her determination to grow strong. Goku’s heart swelled with pride, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared.

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Leah sat on the ground, her small legs crossed beneath her as she watched her father train. The air around them seemed to shimmer with energy, and Goku, always eager to share his love of combat, demonstrated one of his classic moves, a Kamehameha wave.

“Leah, you wanna try it?” Goku asked, laughing at the way she watched, captivated but hesitant.

Leah, only five years old, nodded with determination. She stood, her small hands raised to mimic the stance. She concentrated, a fierce look on her face, but the energy barely formed in her palms before she lost focus and collapsed into a pile of giggles.

"You'll get it, sweetheart," Goku said, ruffling her hair. "I was the same way when I first started."

Leah smiled brightly, not embarrassed by her failure. She was determined, just like her father.

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At ten years old, Leah’s training became more serious. While Gohan enjoyed a playful sparring match with her, she always found herself pushing harder, trying to catch up to her dad's legacy.

One afternoon, Goku and Vegeta watched from a distance as Leah tried to land a kick on Gohan, who kept evading her, laughing at her every missed attempt.

“You know,” Vegeta said, eyeing the young girl, “the girl’s got more determination than half the brats I’ve seen.”

Goku, proud as always, gave his trademark smile. “She’s got that Saiyan spirit. She won’t quit until she’s better.”

Leah turned to face her dad, panting. "I’m not giving up! I’ll get stronger!”

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Leah was now fifteen, her skills honed through years of rigorous training. She had caught up with Gohan in power, but her desire to surpass her father was still unfulfilled.

The day came when Leah faced an enemy from another planet, a cruel and vicious fighter who had been terrorizing Earth. As Leah stood, bruised but determined, she heard Goku’s voice in her head, reminding her of the importance of protecting her loved ones.

“I won’t let anyone hurt my family,” she whispered to herself. With a deep breath, she gathered all her energy into one mighty blast, her energy crackling around her as she unleashed her most powerful attack yet.

When the dust settled, the enemy lay defeated, and Leah stood, chest heaving from exhaustion. She glanced at her father, who was watching from a distance with an expression of pride and admiration.

“You did it, Leah,” Goku said, walking up to her. “You really did it.”

Leah smiled, her heart racing. "I’m not stopping here. I’ll keep getting stronger.”

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Now a young adult, Leah was no longer just Goku’s daughter—she was a warrior in her own right. Her power had grown exponentially, and she had trained under her father and Vegeta alike. She had the strength of a Saiyan, but also the kindness and heart of her mother, Chi-Chi.

One day, as Leah meditated under the light of a sunset, Goku and Goten approached her.

“Leah, you’ve really grown,” Goku said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re stronger than I was at your age.”

Leah smiled up at her father. “Thanks, Dad. But I still have a long way to go.”

Chi-Chi, watching from the doorway, couldn’t help but smile. Leah was her daughter, after all, but she was more than that—she was a proud Saiyan who could stand beside her father with her own strength.

And Leah? She looked forward to the future, knowing that no matter where her journey took her, she had the legacy of her father’s strength—and the heart of her mother’s love—to guide her.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

#goku #goku x daughter reader #goku x reader #dbs #dbz #dragon ball super #dragon ball z

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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 · 5 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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ambyandony · 9 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 · 9 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 · 11 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 · 10 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 · 10 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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