#They asked me who was the weakest strongest in that AU

[au-mashup-party]

The Glitchy Anomalies of Xirustale: weakest to strongest!!!

Purple= Not that strong, but still in the top list.

Blue= Decently strong, slightly stronger, meaning they can put up a decent fight and come out alive.

Dark Green= Average (meaning they are not dangerously strong, but they aren’t pathetically weak either)

Light Green= Very strong, and has the potential to be even stronger someday.

Yellow= Super strong, can basically defeat you in one shot. Call for help.

Orange= Unbelievably strong, run as fast as you can.

Red= DANGEROUSLY strong, pray to whoever you believe in. That’s all you need to know.

Names: (from strongest to weakest)

1. Emperor Xirus Corrupto (Triplet and brother of Xelter and Xiro)

2. Xelter Corrupto (Triplet and brother of Xiro and Xirus)

3. Xiro Corrupto (Triplet and brother of Xelter and Xirus)

4. Xina Corrupto (The Triple X’s cousin)

5. Short Circuit (Son of Hacker Error!505)

6. Surivx (Virus with an added “x” spelled backwards and apprentice of Xirus)

7. Zegative (apprentice of Xirus)

8. Glitchforce (stealth guardian of the multiverse)

9. Hacker Error! 505 (Villain loather and father of Short Circuit)

10. Onvipoint!Frisk (glitchy corpse)

11. Wendy Lulu (youngest apprentice of Xirus)

12. Corrupted Chara Doll (just a doll who resembles the first fallen human :3)

[bluegekk0]

holly ask made me think: who’s the physically strongest person in dirtmouth. holly’s definitely weakened form radiance. probably grimm bc he’s just the biggest bug there?

Grimm, not even due to his height - he's about the same height as Iselda, for instance. Even in his weakened state, he's still a god, so he's physically the strongest in Dirtmouth (though Ogrim is also up there). His body is muscular and his arms are strong, allowing him to carry basically everyone in the family. On top of that, he can channel his powers into his strength, though he usually relies on just his physical form to do that in order to conserve it and not tire himself out (using his powers for a long duration without breaks can leave him in an exhausted state until he "recharges").

However, that's only fresh after a ritual, as that's when his body is in its peak state. Each body lasts around 4 to 5 months, though it can be extended to 6 or even 7 months if he consumes a lot of blood. Regardless, in the very last month its physical state worsens significantly. His voice gradually gets more and more hoarse, his fur loses its shine and starts falling out in clumps, his muscles weaken and he starts feel exhausted far more easily, even without using his powers. Right before the body breaks down, his eyes lose their color and the body becomes covered in open wounds with smoke escaping through them. If he doesn't replace the body by this time, it burns down shortly after, preventing him from harvesting its nightmare essence to speed up the process of growing a new one.

And at this point, he becomes one of the weakest adult bugs in Dirtmouth. He visibly trembles and struggles to keep himself up on his feet, and his reaction time becomes significantly worse, so it would be incredibly easy to tackle him or beat him in hand-to-hand combat. He pretty much never lets himself get to this state, the only time it happened was when FPK got stabbed by one of the Grimmkin (I mention this in the AU summary linked in my pinned post, if you're curious). As Vyrm was recovering, Grimm refused to leave his side for even a moment, and unfortunately the whole incident happened shortly before his scheduled ritual. By the time Hornet convinced him to leave, he was already in a terrible state, needing Brumm's help with reaching the Troupe wagons that'd take them to the ritual spot.

Got a little bit carried away again but yappers gotta yap, sorry hahah.

[marujita07]

Obey Me! Pirates and Sirens AU

SO, I've been absolutely raving about this AU that I came up with recently where MC and Solomon are pirates, the demons are sirens, and the angels are harpies. I wanted to share it here cuz I think you'd appreciate it.

Leviathan's pic is up now!! Next is Satan!

As this is an AU that I made with the help of a few friends, I would appreciate if you tag or credit me if you decide to create content about this AU. Please don't claim as your own and ask permission beforehand. Thank you!

In this AU, MC is a pirate who set out to sea in search of an underwater world ruled by a powerful sea creature known as Diavolo. MC is accompanied by Solomon and other members, until one day there was a bad storm at sea which destroyed the ship. The only two survivors were MC and Solomon. (he used his magic on MC and himself so they would be able to breathe underwater) Just a few miles away, Solomon could sense that they were close to this world and both of them swam to the world. Immediately, they set eyes on 7 different kingdoms. One of Pride, one of Greed, one of Envy, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, and then Sloth. All of them surrounded the front of something even greater, the palace of Lord Diavolo himself.

[NOTE: Not everyone in the kingdoms have this set personality, it ranges obviously.]

Kingdom of Pride -

This kingdom is the most powerful of the 7 kingdoms and ruled by Lucifer. Everyone here is mostly either stuck-up snobs or arrogant losers. 1 every 100 sirens living in this kingdom are genuinely considerate.

Kingdom of Greed -

The second strongest, this kingdom is ruled by "The Great Mammon". Residents of the Kingdom of Greed are, well, greedy. A majority will try to scam you, pick pocket you, or are filthy rich and use their money on stupid things.

Kingdom of Envy -

Kingdom of Wrath -

Ruled by Leviathan, this kingdom is the third strongest. Residents here tend to be more jealous and conservative. A lot of them don't take their jealousy very well, it's the only downfall to this kingdom.

Fourth strongest and the most terrifying, Satan rules this kingdom with an iron fist. Residents of this kingdom tend to lash out more often, and a majority have anger issues.

Kingdom of Lust -

Asmodeus, fifth strongest and the horniest, he and his residents tend to be on the kinder side. Well, kind on the outside, planning to rail you on the inside. Every minor is banned from this kingdom for obvious reasons.

Kingdom of Gluttony -

Ruled by Beelzebub and the help of his plastic burger friend (who's been replaced on multiple occasions), he's the sixth strongest of the seven kingdoms. As you'd expect, demons here eat more than others. Of course, no one will be as intense as Beelzebub himself.

Kingdom of Sloth -

Ruled by Beelzebub's twin, Belphegor. He's the weakest of them all. Spending his times sleeping rather than doing other things, this kingdom is the most peaceful and quiet. Just don't wake them up.

The Palace Diavolo -

Lord Diavolo's abode. Living with his faithful servant, Barbatos, and rumored to have multiple flings with the Pride Kingdoms' ruler, he spends most of his days acting like himself to be the best role model.

The Harpies -

Luke and Simeon, though Luke is only a hatchling and has much to learn. Simeon takes Luke everywhere as he (Simeon) has been banned from his own homeland. He and Luke occasionally visit the underwater world, learning how to swim despite their feathers.

Love Bounds -

Each of the kingdoms has their own prized possession called Love Bound(s). For Pride, it's a crown. For Greed, it's an earring. For Envy, it's a bracelet. For Wrath, it's a ring. For Lust, it's a tongue stud. For Gluttony, it's an anklet. And for Sloth, it's a necklace.

Each of these are special to each ruler and only give the items to the one they deem worthy enough to stand (figuratively) by their side.

Each of the items have a special gem attached to them. The gems are linked to the ruler's soul, so if the item goes into the wrong hands, they could very much die if the gem gets shattered. Basically it's their life source.

(I will update if I come up with anything else, feel free to ask questions!)

[fairlyqualityanon]

who're your pred/prey crushes ?

totally not collecting blorbos like trading cards shhh - 🪀

Oooooof.wav

There's a ton... I'll try to organize them. Let's start with ones I've written in some form or another.

Pred - TFA Starscream (so close with that guess lmao), anyway I've got this story I've been poking at since literally 2010 (@/wolvesinstarryskies is so supportive 💖 ) and it's gotten me through some really tough times, and yes there's a vore AU... also he's how I found out about vore to begin with (long story, it's over on my Tumblr RP blog)😳, really he's just a dick to his prey and will let them go after thoroughly messing with their head unless you can come up with some bribe worthy of Future Leader Of The Decepticons

Pred - Obey Me! Mammon, idk he threatens to eat the MC and I went "YES PLEASE", I have more fun flustering him when he's a pred than when he's prey 😼

Pred - Obey Me! Beel, it's literally canon and he's a precious boy and going hungry sucks and I'd be perfectly happy to help him not be starving 🥺 I don't care if he eats regular food at the same time as long as I'm safe

Prey - Obey Me! Lucifer (yes really), because that mans is going to take a break whether he wants to or not and I think Diavolo/Barbatos would see the humor in MC taking things into their own hands (my MC's strongest/most-expressed Sin is Pride plus she ain't afraid of this old man 😤)

Switch - Deltarune Spamton, I think he'd be easier to pay to be prey than pred, and I have a thing for robots meaning SNEO defaults to pred and I will immediately yeet myself into whatever fuel container said robopred uses no questions asked 😅

Newest obsession is Solo Leveling (IncredibleEdibleCalico actually did a piece ages back) and I only remembered after watching S1 of the anime and starting the manhwa. I mistakenly bought the books and comic (Vol 1-8) but regret neither purchase. Soooo good! 😍 Anyway here they are in super rough descending order of crush level.

Sung Jinwoo - Pred, I don't know how to put it into words, he just oozes soft pred vibes where tf did he even get that rune stone??? 🤔 maybe he saves someone from a Dungeon and discovers vore is actually pretty neat, he's comically oblivious at times and cares for his minions as people ugh the glowy eye affect it makes me weak

Woo Jinchul - Switch, professional, dry sense of humor, looked Death in the eye and only flinched when he saw the Apocalypse ahead, incredibly smart and intuitive, he's my Guilty Pleasure on this list 👮‍♂️

Song Chi-Yul - Pred, I lied here's another Guilty Pleasure, I actually literally cried at the end of the manhwa, he's only a C-rank mage but teaches swordsmanship to S-ranks, tried to save Jinwoo and Joohee but was talked out of it and regrets it to this day, he is classy and I just want to spend time with him🫡

Baek Yoonho - Prey (yes really), idk something about him makes me want to aggressively demonstrate affection, don't ever tease him about it because despite being the weakest Korean S-rank Hunter HE IS STILL AN S RANK and will cut a bitch (he was ready to beat the crap out of Hwang Dongsoo for strangling his lower-ranked guildmate edit that guildmate isn't even a Hunter and that is not a Hunter you want on your bad side srsly just Do Not The Thing)😼

Choi Jong-In - Pred, he's canonically a bit of a shit-talker and gives me OM! Diavolo vibes and I love me some playful banter with preds what is it with me and people with a red theme?? 😧

Son Kihoon - Switch, he's a sweetheart and I want to snuggle him three different ways, he cares for his strike squad and was willing to set aside a chance for tremendous personal glory as well as sacrifice his whole team to keep a literal army of High Orcs from destroying a few cities 🫂

Go Gunhee - Pred, he's a total badass who gave his all to keep Hunters from basically forming a Might Makes Right society also I have a Thing for older men I am not ashamed to admit it, Song-san is up there for a reason, the man is a Gigachad who outright rigs Hunters Association assignments to keep the D- and E-ranks as safe as possible 🙇‍♀️

Yoo Jinho - Prey, because he's just a sof' boi and must be protected at all costs, maybe he'd find it interesting and like that he was sought out for him and not just because he's Ahjin Guild's vice/Jinwoo's friend 😋

I started Stardew Valley 7/14 so there's gonna be some of that eventually my askbox is open 📨 if anyone wants to gush over their own vore crushes.

Can't forget Horizon Zero Dawn! the events of the Gemini Quest are NOT canon I refuse don't even @ me I WILL die on that hill 🔪

Kotallo - Switch, he's definitely my favorite character and I just love him so dang much, he's a fearsome warrior even without that arm and a brilliant strategist and completely loyal to the good of the Tenakth tribe as a whole, having no other ambition save serving his Chief... but I also want him to sit and relax, maybe having a stomach all to himself will give him a new perspective or insight ⚔️

Milvund - Pred, I did his miniquest back when my computer couldn't run HFW for more than 5-10 minutes but he's so precious and I'm betting would be very hesitant yet also so caring just let me comfort him 😭

Racking my brain for any other major fandoms but I can't come up with any for the life of me so have a bonus Pred TFA Cliffjumper because I have an active thread with him. ... Maybe jjks? I'd have to twist canon in knots to make Sukuna a safe pred, and there's a couple others but I haven't even finished S2 of the anime and a bunch of them are minors soooo...

>>; So much time in TFA focused on That One Smug Bastard and now I'm like "how do with other 'Cons??"

[bapyswordsman]

Buddyfight AU…

Gleipnir region is based on Maya and Asgard (Monster Hunter and Zelda inspired me). There are different tribes which found their homes on the the ancient dragon’s back (Duel Jaeger). They travel around the world by sea and hunt different giant monsters when they make trouble

Rouga - 1 of 4 Rulers of AU Regions. Guardian of the Omni emblem. Was born with Cerberus spirit who always guards him. Current goal is to make his tribe the first and the strongest. Very severe during trainings but has big heart.

Kiri - one of the Great Advisers. He is the youngest and the weakest of them but he tries his best to become stronger (not enough). He has great knowledges about history (hides his true age). Has water dragon’s spirit powers. Always cheers for Rouga and believes him

Kaido - best hunter in the tribe who rides Jaeger, the Ancient Dragon. He hunts different monsters to collect ingredients for food

@lacunasbalustrade you asked me to show Rouga from this AU, here

[writernotyetauthor]

WIP tag game

thank ye @council-of-beetroot for tagging me :> Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

The Amber Necklace: a deep dive into a headcanon of mine where Lithuania wears an old amber necklace every day (alongside some others too). Gonna span snippets of time from the marriage day of Jadwiga and Jogaila, to the fall of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth, imperialist rule, time in America, back to soviet rule, and present day-ish. As I read this summary I realize it’s gotten a little more involved than it was in its beginning 😅. I meant to write this one first; now instead it feels like I’m working backwards through character development in my other fics whoops.

prussia gets a hug and a party: a less angsty oneshot I worked on to procrastinate writing for Nuclear Family, will likely be posted after NF is finished. Prussia returns to Berlin over the wall and finally learns what’s been going on with his people, and his family.

Hmm: this title is the equivalent of seeing a saved blank canvas on a digital art program iykyk. America & Lithuania centered.

Prussia strongest/weakest script: half baked script of a comic where prussia answers questions about his strongest and weakest moment.

snoozing: there’s like half a sentence in this one lol. Supposed to be Finland & denmark snoozing together during wartime.

Nightmare Before Christmas AU: bare bones list of characters for my… nightmare before Christmas (ish) AU

I don’t know very many writers on here that weren’t tagged in the first one so ;;; @slowrites @samrut and anyone else who is desperate to talk about their WIPs and need an excuse to. Do it. Do it.

[demon-blood-youths]

Who is Kinie Ger in Jujustu Kaisen AU?

Kinie Ger is Taz’s demon ( where the default version is where her older brother makes a contract with to give her powers and to protect her. ) In this verse, Kinie Ger was sealed within Taz since she is born because of ascentry and through reincarnation. 

Note: Whether it is default or verse, this here is for information when roleplaying with rp characters from jujutsu kaisen. Still trying to figure this out. But please feel free to give me advice, suggestion or ask me any questions regarding this post. 

Based on the stories origin 1 and origin 2 that gives me inspiration. 

Not much different from the default version, Kinie Ger is a devil that preys on innocents especially stronger ones to hunt for their meat. 

Kinie Ger is a quoll hybird monster. Half-man and half-quoll. She cannot remember how she came to be but knows that she is born from the dark magic of the dark shamans. After hunting down so many for her own bloodlust, a crow shaman and owl shaman seals her away into a human being, tying her to a human soul to keep the monster sealed. But ever since she was sealed by shamans back in her homeland, her diet was changed. In this case, instead of flesh and bone, it’s cursed energy to keep her awake. Whether it’s cursed spirits, Jujustu sorcerers, and curse users, she must eat them to maintain and regain strength making sure her hunt continues. 

Kinie Ger was within Taz as her vessel since Kinie Ger is passed down to many generations, moving across the world because of her ancestry dated back in Australia many centuries ago or was reincarnted into the same soul over centuries. Nobody knows what happened during her time. But Kinie Ger appears a few times in other regions of the world as history goes on. But as quickly as she wakes up, she goes back to sleep after a feast. 

Today in the modern world, the vessel fell to Taz who unknowingly required this ancient demonic cursed spirit. When she came to Tokyo with her friends on a vacation, Kinie Ger begins to stir in its sleep when sniffing out the amount of cursed energy. It’s time to feast. 

Abilities:

Demonic Possession - Taz and Kinie swaps bodies together. Taz who has two yellow marks on her right cheek. With Kinie Ger, orange marks appeared on both sides of her cheek, on her arms and legs. She has white lines on her back and around her neck. Unlike Taz’s cheerful and innocent nature, Kinie Ger is aggressive and almost feral, living out her desires. 

Supernatural Strength - Can easily tear and break bones and rocks. 

Supernatural Speed - Kinie Ger can run up and travel to 15 miles per hour since she’s a demonic quoll. 

Spear Master - Just like the legends, Kinie Ger masters the spear as her weapon. It is extension of herself. 

Excellent Climber - Kinie Ger is good at climbing and scale trees and buildings with ease.

Night vision - Kinie Ger has good eyesight especially for the night time.

Super Senses - Kinie Ger is good at sniffing out cursed energy and differentiate which ones are the weakest and the strongest.  She can also pick up sounds as well. 

Curse Eater - Kinie Ger eats in order to replenish her own energy. This is her strength and also her weakness. If she can’t consume any cursed energy or doesn’t have enough energy within 1 hour and 30 minutes, she will be put back to sleep and Taz will regain control. Therefore, she saves her cursed energy over time. Using curse energy can make her sleepy. She uses cursed manipulation to conjure up spears, her own dark shikigami, and transforms into a monster. The more she eats, the more powerful she becomes and she stays awake. 

Jujutsu Curse Techniques:

Dark Spear - Kinie Ger’s favorite weapon is the spear conjured up of her own cursed energy. She is the master of the spear when she was human and such.

Dark Boomerang - Long range weapon that she can throw. Just like a real boomerang, this curved flat weapon when thrown comes back to the wielder. Anyone in its way will be cut. 

Storage Space - Since Kinie Ger used to be a marsupial, she has a special storage to accommodate five items to save. The items are in her innate domain.

Tribe from the Plains; Kinfolk: Kinie Ger has the ability to conjure shikigami in the form of her fellow shadowy quoll man monsters carrying sticks. These feral creatures go wild and their main directive is to hunt down enemies. Kinie Ger can command with the order to hunt and capture such as hunting down cursed spirits and taking it to her. However, these shikigami are Grade 3 level to Semi Grade 2. They are fast but not too durable as they are used for surprise attacks and distraction.

Feeder In The Dream: Kinie Ger can attack anyone in their dreams when asleep. Of course she can’t kill them since she needs cursed energy to be released so she feeds it on. Her attacks can leave cursed injuries. This happens when anyone staying in the same room as Taz when the prey falls asleep. However it only depends how strong it is. 

Totemic Beast: Kinie Ger uses her cursed energy to build an armor or rather form outside transforming into a huge a quoll-like monster as big as an elephant. This monster has smoky black fur, red tribal red marks around its glowing yellow eyes, and orange-white spots on its fur.  In this form, she can go on a rampage and can morph into a ball to bulldoze anything that stands in her way.

Domain Expansion: Kinie’s domain expansion can be formed two ways.

1. Great Tasmania Plains

The first one can be a bubble where the environment is changed to the plains with tall grass and trees where there is the red sky with a yellow sun. Using the shikigami, it is guarantee hit but for Kinie Ger’s sick pleasure. She makes it 90% guarantee hit while 10% miss  to give her prey some leeway just to make the hunt more fun. Giving them a handicap. This exhausts her after using it. This is the normal expansion.

2. Maxiumun Techinque: Dreamtime Plains

The second form is much more dangerous after experimenting. This is separating the soul from the body and transports the soul into her innate domain, sending the body to sleep while the soul is awake in her own mirror world. This can exhaust Kinie Ger greatly, draining up cursed energy and it lasts 10 minute. This is used to trap her strongest prey in and makes sure to kill ( or devour ) them before the time limit is up. To activate it, she has to touch the other's soul to do so.

She likes to trick her prey into thinking they’re awake but they’re not. Anything hurts the soul can hurts the body once it is send back. But it is not always the case. 

However Kinie Ger possessing Taz’s body is also vulnerable since Taz can wake up or is sleeping.

In the default version:

Taz is switched with Kinie Ger whenever she senses massive amounts of dark energy. Kinie Ger’s purpose to cursed energy? Is to devour and hunt for more game! 

Kinie can be aggressive with her hunt and hates anyone interrupting her. 

[comfysofti]

Im here again with random yapping about my madcom au

Today im just gonna explain certain detail, about which, no one ever asks me about (more of a reason for me to talk about it)

It's regarding hybrid characters and why i chose those specific animals for them(and some other details)

Hank: why wolf? And why conscious tail?

First reason: association. Second reason: metaphor to how he's being viewed by others and himself

When it comes to Hank i always heavily associated with wolfs and foxes, so when making him i was struggling which one to choose, but settled on the wolf, because i thought it fits him better

Plus, people usually see wolfs as more scaries thing to see in the woods for example, then a fox

Now, how him being a wolf supposed to represent how people see him? Simple: people scared of wolfs, and they were scared of Hank. Until experiments started. As i mentioned in one of my posts about him here, experiments broke him a lot, he's literally the weakest of the whole cast, im so serious. From feared predator he went to wounded prey. That's how he sees himself, and how others see him. Is wounded predator as scary as the healthy one? Nope. Even if wounded can still bite, it's less scary. It Hanks situation that's exactly that. He's wounded, but still can bite

Hank as a whole, supposed to represent the damage that experiments can do, to even the strongest people of Nevada. How easily they can break them. Reduced them to prey, that can barely bite, or control itself

Feral subjects called that for a reason. Hank also the only character from Nevadian hybrid cast to actually go feral in one of the timelines, to show how feral subjects act, how their body changes, ecy

Regarding his tail: it's works as an emphasis on his more animalistic and self-harming nature. It's represents how he would've acted if went feral during experiments. Although his tail isn't fully animalistic acting, and can actually talk, it's still more animal leaning

Sanford: why shark? And why make him disabled?

Oh boy. Was i struggling when choosing a fitting animal for him. In very early concepts i was considering making him a fox hybrid(which would be pretty much fitting), bird hybrid or even a chameleon. Only with time did i went over to sea creatures and chose a shark

Main reason, will always be association. Sanford really gave me an impression of the shark, and the way he acts in my au, him being a shark hybrid of all things makes total sense

Now a bit deeper about why i chose the shark: the duality of people viewing sharks. Some terrified of them, some find them adorable, which can lead to their death. As lovable as sharks may be, they're still predators. Dangerous ones. Sanford is exactly that. He's not all the scary looking, and pretty charming with his words, but dangerous still. He's still a torturer, and a experiment victim, who's main focus is to wipe out absolutely everyone who has something to do with organisation who turned him into this "monstrosity". He's a smart shark. He lures his victims into false sense of security and friendship, just to chop their head off when they least expect it. He's as dual sided as people view him. Some people only see this charming, fake side. Others only see the cruel, bloodthirsty side. Although, neither of them see what's in between, what drives him to do what he does. He's misunderstood because of his nature, that's his main character trope, and shark really fits it of all animals

Regarding his disability: he lost his legs at the very beginning of experiments, after getting his shark features. Ironically so, because of those features and sharks dna, his brain and body started rejecting his legs, making them rot. This supposed to represent some side effects of experiments (similar way Hank represents the mental and physical damage that can be done). Sanford is one of those rare cases of such effects, occurring specifically in sea creature hybrids. His disability is important part of his character and deeply affects his view of himself as a whole

Deimos/Host: why bat? And why make Deimos a robot?

As always, reason one: association

Besides bats, Deimos also was giving me associations with raccoons and cats, but didn't thought they fit, so i went with a bat

However, Deimos didn't remained this bat hybrid for long after becoming AI, but Host(his body) is still this hybrid

(Host is a blood drinking bat hybrid, if someone's curious) the other reason why i chose bat, because i thought it perfectly fit the dynamic Deimos and Host have. Them being two completely different things/part of one person, is also represented by Deimos being turned into AI and Host being turned into emotionless, empty zed. Bat also serves as a good element to their whole "parasite and it's host" dynamic than they have. Host will live as long as Deimos is weak and needs them for survival. While Deimos isn't tied to Host in any way. In this case, Host, the bat, is the parasite, who, metaphorically, drinks Deimos' blood(keeps him weak) to survive, while Deimos just gets weaker. But Host doesn't want to do this. "Parasite"(in our case bat) starves itself, allowing it's "food" to heal and thrive

Parasite can't live without host, but can host live without the parasite? It can

The same goes to Deimos and Host

Can body(Host)exist without a mind? Can mind(Deimos) exist without a body?

Deimos is the mind. Conscious, memories, feelings. He's an AI, existing without a body. Which answers one of previous questions. Mind can exist without a body

But Host can't exist if Deimos dies. This answers another question. Body can't exist without mind

2BDamned(in insanity timeline): why sheep?

((he's still in the writing, so not much notes here))

Here comes biblical/religious metaphors!

2BDamned in my au surrounded by religion metaphors and elements in his designs, in different timelines

Insanity timeline is no exception(in a way, i suppose)

Him being a sheep hybrid is:

1. Phobos and Auditor quite literally mocking him

2. Representation of his learned helplessness

3. Him being a "sacrifice" in this timeline/in generally, him seeing himself as helpless lamb/sheep

Him being a sheep hybrid, ironically so, was also inspired by Ukrainian insult. We call someone a sheep either if they're dumb or really stubborn

In 2B's case is him being dumb. He's dumb enough to blind himself, to run away from his "flock" in jaws of wolfs, who just waited for a right moment to tear him apart

He's also the second hybrid to loose his ability to walk. While in Sanford's case, it's representation of the side effects(plus him not being able to accept the changes done to him) in 2B's case it's yet again, representation of his helplessness. His body rejected the new legs(metaphorical way out of his situation), dooming him to suffer, with no way out. You could say, he himself rejected them, trapping himself. Whatever you think fits best

About the sacrifice part: since he was originally the lead of the hybrid project and generally was extremely important to Auditor and Phobos, him, being reduced to a subject, and someone else being put on his previous position, is a huge sacrifice. So, this part isn't all that metaphorical, but literal

Phobos and Auditor didn't wanted to get rid of him, yet, but with time they didn't needed this broken lamb as much, so, of to being a "lab rat" he went!

Also, experiencing the pain he was inflicting on other subjects, on his own skin wasn't nice at all

Tricky: why spider?

Honestly, that's the only one I'm still not sure about myself. I could choose any other animal, but spider seemed like the only one that fit

Spiders are scary, but most of them aren't dangerous(unless they're poisonous of course)

Tricky is like that in my au. He's relatively harmless(unless provoked), thanks to mind controlling tech, and just hangs around in corners of the building, talking with spiders

He's also the only hybrid subject, of his type that's allowed to hang around, because he's harmless, and mind control tech was insuring he won't harm anyone, while also not let him leave the building he's roaming

Jebus: why deer?

Similarly to 2B, him being a deer is inspired again, by Ukrainian insult! The same insult, just different animal used in it

He truly believed, along with Hofnarr, that they won't become subjects. The two thought, they were important enough, to not be used as subjects. But here they are!

One is now this zombie spider

Another is deer, that alive by some miracle(that miracle being, 2B helping him escape at the very beginning of experiments on him)

He was dumb to not listen to 2B and didn't left the organisation in time, leading to him almost dying, and loosing his face(he doesn't have any skin there. Just flesh that's under the skin, hidden under layers of bandages and mask, similar to one that Tricky wears)

He's a dumb deer, there's that. The deer that didn't knew when to run, when it was needed, and almost died. Now, forced into constant hiding and survival, alone. Too hurt to survive alone. Only alive by some miracle

Well, I'm pretty sure that's all. For now. I will update this post, if I'll add any more hybrid characters to my au, but for now, there's that :PP

[patxhwrk]

Ong helo again, i want to req reverse streamer au w childe when the reader acc dies at the golden house where the traveller aka childe fight them amdjjsjsjs, i kinda wanna see how his reaction is. (Lets just say the liyue harbor osial attack was done by another hsrbinger)

Just this and if yoi dont write for angst or you dont wanna write this feel free to delete thsi req. (I got the request idea when j was reading your latest work, it was really good 🤸‍♂️)

Yeah give me that angst baybee im a sucker for sadness

I may be a bit bad at writing angst tho, its not my strongest in writing

Also i know you cant see in game bruises/scratches but lets just pretend they exist even out of cutscene

Lets pretend Y/n's little sibling in game is also named Teucer

-ˋˏ✄— Fallen Harbinger

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Tartaglia x Reader [ Reversed + Streamer AU ! ]

Pronouns: they/them

"Farewell, Fallen Harbinger."

CW: Angst! Death! Mentions of blood!

.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.

'Go to the Golden House,' the quest read.

It had just been another regular day for Childe. Wake up, do his morning chores, then do his regular, messily scheduled streaming.

And, as per usual, he had been streaming Genshin Impact, a well known game in the streaming community.

"The Golden House? Uh, okay then..."

He stole a glance at his chat, who were telling each other to shut up, while some only asked what would happen in confusion. Spoilers were probably deleted by his mods.

"Chat, you're scaring me, chat. What the hell is going to happen? No, no, don't tell me, I don't think I want to know yet."

Something in his head screamd at him, as a cutscene played. His chosen traveller looked around the Golden House before stepping closer to the Exurvia of the former Geo Archon.

And then, in stepped familiar h/c hair, their e/c eyes devoid of light despite the golden mora shining within the Golden House.

"Hey! The lil skrunkly!" He whispered, low enough to not desturb the cutscene.

They conversed for a bit, before the cutscene ended and a battle began.

"Surreder is a valid option, I promise I'll be gentle."

Childe swallowed his saliva, laughing quietly to himself.

"Oh I am going to have fun. Maybe."

─𖠄࿐

The fight ended, and Childe was shaking in his seat. He had barely finished phase 3, getting disracted many times.

Another cutscene played, revealing a tired, worn out traveller. But Y/n was no better, not even on his level.

Standing across the traveller, now out of their Foul Legacy form, was same old Y/n, shaking in their place as scratches and bruises littered their skin.

"Hah, you've bested me. How... intriguing. You truely are...as strong as they say."

Childe, having a chill run up his spine, stared intelty at his screen, deathly quiet.

"La Signora has even praised you for your strength, even if she had not faught you herself, yet. Hah, to get a Harbinger's attention and praise... You sure are a special one, huh?"

─𖠄࿐

Having none of their energy remaining, Y/n collapsed to the floor, on their knees. They could see the traveller hesitate to approach them, but they spoke before he could move.

"Well? What are you waiting for? I may have overused Foul Legacy, and it wont be too long."

They spared a glance at the traveller, and even in their weakest moment, a competetive and mischievous glint shone in their once dull eyes.

"Go on. Aren't you going to kill me?"

The traveller's breath hitched, before they chuckled once again.

"Haha, only joking... Unless you're up to it, of course. I'm not quite a fan of dying to Foul Legacy, but after a fight with the oh so great traveller? It was a fight worth dying for, I guess."

Coughing, blood trickled down their chin, and they wiped it off with the back of their hand.

"May I be able to hope to see you again? To have another battle? Perhaps in the far future, perhaps never again at all..."

Taking a step forward, the traveller ceased his motion as the Harbinger raised a hand.

"No need. Whatever healing you might try to do would not work. Foul Legacy takes my energy, decreasing my life span. Perhaps I wasn't meant to live long, perhaps my only purpose was to serve the Tsaritsa."

A chuckle, breathy and tired and solemn and...happy.

Happy to have someone to pass one last message for them.

"Before you leave," they spoke. "You'll probably be able to find one or two of the Harbingers here. One of them would be summoning a god banished to the depths below. You cannot stop them. Or maybe you can. But, before you leave."

They looked up, and despite the scratches and blood on their face, their half lidded eyes shined a thousand times brighter than all the mora in the Golden House.

"My siblings... My mother, my father... Everyone..."

They smiled, brighter than their eyes. It was soft and kind and solemn and genuine and sad.

A million words spoke through that smile. A million messages, a million apologies, a million grateful thank yous. Directed to their family, their parents, their siblings.

A million farewells. Directed to everyone.

Directed to the traveller. To Childe.

"Give them one last goodbye for me, will you? A hug, for everyone. A kiss on the cheek, for mum and dad."

A smile, solemn and bright. But never remorseful, never faux.

"Tell Teucer I'm sorry."

Falling to their side, they collapsed on the ground with a thud, and the Golden House was deathly quiet.

─𖠄࿐

Childe stared at the screen. Eyes wide, mouth agape. If you looked close enough, you could see his shaking form as the cutscene ended.

Another quest popped up.

'Bid Y/n L/n a final goodbye.'

And he wailed in his seat.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he made it seem more dramatic to make people assume he wasn't really badly affected by their death.

"I— what— NO! My skrunkly! My little meow meow!"

He moved his character to stand in front of Y/n, an interact button popping up.

'Bid your farewells.'

He did so, seeing his character change to the traveller, who kneeled down beside Y/n. Paimon floated down to the ground, placing a hand on their head.

"...We promise you, Y/n. Your family will be alright."

Taking a flower, a Cecilia from Mondstadt, the traveller gingerly placed it atop their head.

"...We'll be going now, Y/n." He said, and stood up.

Childe had been quiet the whole time, and he could see his chat going wild on the corner of his eyes, all screaming 'NO' or 'o7' or anything alike.

"What the fuck!?" He exclaimed, not touching the game. Rolling his chair backwards a bit, he turned his head to chat, hands intertwined in front of his face, covering his mouth.

He wiped his teary eyes and wet cheeks, trying to find his voice.

"That was too early! I thought I could ignore the death flags until further!!" He exclaimed, staring directly at his face cam. Running a hand through his hair, he dramatically slouched on his chair, groaning loudly.

"Nooo! I would have protected them!"

Suddenly springing up from his seat, he wailed even louder.

"THEIR FAMILY!! THEY'RE GOING TO BE FUCKING DEVASTATED! And— and— their siblings! TEUCER!" He exclaimed.

"I'm sueing Mihoyo Hoyoverse what the fuck."

─𖠄࿐

@Tartaglia Tweeted!

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT WHY I— NOOOO

@ScaryMouche Tweeted!

@Tartaglia do u know how loud u are wailing up there??

@Tartaglia Tweeted!

THEY KILLED THEM SCARA THEY KILLED Y/N

@ScaryMouche Tweeted!

WE KNOW YOUVE BEEN FUKIN CRYING ABOUT IT FOR THE PAST HOUR

@ScaryMouche Tweeted!

Honestly if u didnt pay most of the rent Dottore probably would have kicked u out before you lasted an hour in this house

@Tartaglia Tweeted!

Guys who wants to come with me lets make a personal shrine for Y/n in our backyard

@IlDottore Tweeted!

@Tartaglia Do that and I will burn you and the shrine.

—PATCHWRK !

[peasthedumb]

Can anyone send some like- art or writing requests in the ask thingy? I rlly wanna be able to do like an ask art blog thingy or whatever- when people just say like “oh this character doing this, how they react “ then I can respond with a dumb lil art and a response ig.

Oh also imma writing about my headcanon facts about AU’s (ik half the facts aren’t true but that’s why this is HEADCANON)

So, out of nightmares squad, dust is the tallest, strongest, and is considered to be the leader if you didn’t count nightmare. Horror is the shortest and is kinda…dumb. Also he’s the weakest- . Killer is the person who you’d say hey, what’s the odds to do *completely ridiculous dare* and he’d do the odds then do it anyway even if he didn’t get caught on odds. He’s basically the team crackhead, who constantly (jokingly) flirts with nightmare . Also nightmares favorite is killer. In my nightmares headcanons own words, “dust is too smart so he always has a comeback or loophole, Horror is too dumb to carry out instructions, although Killer is the most annoying, he’s just the right amount of dumb that he can get a job done and not question doing it or not” Also cross isn’t considered a member of the squad, he’s just like…an extra. Nightmare hates cross- (and cross definitely doesn’t sneak away to go hang out with dream every day). Oh- also nightmare refuses to tell the squad anything about his au or his past. Most that’s been said is there is a tree with apples and (in nightmares words) “I was a pathetic purple bitch back then.”. Also I even have headcanons on how they have coffee-

Nightmare has coffee with no milk or sugar

Killer has milk and 1 spoon of sugar in his coffee

Dust has no milk and 1 sugar in his coffee

Horror doesn’t have coffee- so instead I’ll say dreams

Dream has his coffee with only half a spoon of coffee , more milk and 2 sugars . (Aka, it’s a really sweet coffee). Either that or he drinks tea-

Oh and last thing- nightmare can tolerate certain bullshit from his squad, but the one thing that is STRICTLY enforced is staying the hell away whenever he’s reading-. Killer learned about that rule the hard way-

As usual ignore me and my stupidity

[shslstraws]

I'm a bit confused on the different werewolf forms. What does each type of werewolf look like?

So, my friend already answered this for me on @drtenebres ! But I'll post it here too!

I made a little info sheet/guide to the different types of werewolves in the AU. First up is;

The Origin

"Origin werewolves are identified by the O shape on their forehead.

Origins are one of the more common races of werewolves. Origin werewolves are werewolves born already inheriting their ability to transform. They can come from a single werewolf parent or both, though regardless of their parents' symbol, the offspring will be an Origin. This does not affect or prohibit the inheriting of certain abilities or features from their parents, however.

Origins are considered to be the average for werewolves, not necessarily being the strongest, nor the weakest. They are usually the ones to have their transformations under control at all points in time, given that they were born with the power to do so. They tend to have no special abilities aside from the obvious, and seem to be the most humane of a pack."

The Inherit

"Inherits have a downward arrow pointing at a small dot on their foreheads.

Inherits are the result of being bitten by either a Cast, Inherit, or Origin werewolf. Unlike the stability of Origins, Inherits are often times unable to control their transformations early on; usually resorting to more canine and instinctive, primal tendencies. In their wolf forms Inherits have been known to be a bit unstable if they are new to receiving their powers. With time, an Inherit can gain control over how they act.

Inherits can range in size and strength, usually depending on whatever werewolf it was that turned them, though the results can be unpredictable and strange."

The Cast

"Casts have a six-pointed star on their forehead.

Casts receive their powers by curses or spells acted upon them. The means as to how, why, and what the side effects are for a Cast may vary very much depending on how it was that they became a werewolf. This subtype of werewolves is one of the rarer kinds as magic is not common in today's society, though the ability to become a Cast still exists. They are usually the strongest of a pack, gifted with enhanced skills and strength. A Cast will normally have one particular ability that is unique to only them; that isn't to say that there aren't similarities between Cast abilities either.

Some examples may include but are not limited to: The ability to control an element (Fire, wind, electricity, water, etc.), psychic abilities (Illusion, foresight, telepathy, telekinesis, etc.), enhanced physical capabilities (Increased, strength, sleep, sight, hearing, etc.)

Casts are only able to use their magic in their wolf forms.

Some Casts can be muleheaded and a bit arrogant in dealing with affairs, though the other werewolves know how to put a Cast in its place. Casts will sometimes have unique colouring and fur, occasionally one may see a Cast with vibrant colors in association with its natural fur color. They are also seen to have odd mutations in their wolf forms such as an extra set of limbs, though not all of them carry this trait."

The Lune

"Lunes are the rarest of the four races of werewolves. Their symbol atop their head is an upward-facing crescent with a dot within its arch.

Lunes are so rare because of the means in which one becomes a Lune; Lunes are said to be "blessed" by the moon, seeing as more often than not it is the only time they are able to transform. This does not negate them from transforming at other times, but unlike other werewolf races, they cannot stop or even try to stop the transformation from occurring in the presence of the moon.

Lunes are rather weak and typically cannot hold their own in a fight. They are shorter than most werewolves, not gaining much of a difference in height when they transform. When a Lune has transformed for the first time, their hair will usually turn white or very light shades of other colors upon transforming back into their human state.

Historically, Lunes are thought to have been the first kind of werewolf to have existed, given their otherworldly means in which they are granted their new forms. The moon is also held in a sacred fondness to those who know of the ancient traditions, regardless of the kind of werewolf. To those who believe in the ancient ways, Lunes are said to be able to communicate directly with the moon and ask her for guidance in times of great adversity; some werewolves have dropped this belief, but many still hold this value.

Because of their direct relationship with the moon, Lunes are often perceived as sacred within packs. Lunes will be a prioritized group to protect in a pack. In larger packs, Lunes are given their own stead where they are able to "access" the moon directly. Such steads can range from looking like temples, shrines, and even caves in some cases. In most cases it is referred to as a shrine."

The Tenebroso

"Tenebroso have an upside down crescent with a circle attached to its arch on the outer rim. Some have wondered if they have any correlation with Lunes considering how similar their symbols are, though there is no evidence of this aside from the fact that Tenebroso will specifically target Lunes when they are in the area. Not much is known about Tenebrosos, though it is assumed that their initial transformation occurs under intense emotional distress.

Tenebroso are big and burly, mutated-looking werewolves. Though they do not always look this way. Similar to casts their outward appearances can largely range from one to the other. Normally their bouts of rage occur around Lunes or other werewolves, leading to rampages. When a Tenebroso is out of this state of mind they look more like a normal werewolf.

Their eyes will gleam white when they're attacking and can often times be seen spewing and coughing out black ooze from their mouth. Their entity will darken with a black aura as well."

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All info was written by @/baylardian-1 !!

Again, ask us about anything Tenebres on our blog @drtenebres !! Thank you for asking <3

[minniepetals]

Rose & Thorns: 05

— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

— pairing: dragon!namjoon x reader / future!bts x reader

— genre: angst / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au

— word count: 7.3k

— warnings: orphan reader, injuries, reader keeps blaming herslef, hurt and comfort

╰ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10

The two of you fell a long way but luckily (or unluckily) Namjoon dropped into the river of a waterfall that carried you both further away from where you had landed.

You stayed awake, crying aloud as the water surrounded the two of you, hurting your injured shoulder even more. But you knew that you couldn't give up, not when Namjoon was unconscious and couldn't do anything. So with great might and struggles here and there, you grabbed onto a rock from the rushing waters. Namjoon, who transformed into a human again since falling into the river, in one of your hand while the arm with your injured shoulder held onto the rock very tightly.

You pulled yourself up with great difficulty as cries escaped your lips from how hard it was and how much it was hurting your shoulder even more.

But you did it for Namjoon's sake. He saved you from getting hurt even further, saved you from falling down alone, and held onto you tightly so that you'd be less injured than he was. Once you finally dragged him out of the waters and onto land, your energy ran out completely and you found yourself sprawled beside where he laid. 

A few minutes passed by as you just laid there trying to catch your breath, the sky just above the two of you, a bright twilight sky that looked so pretty, contrary to the situation you were in. You hissed as you sat up, looking around for some sort of shelter the two of you could somehow sleep in just for the night because you were sure Seokjin and the others wouldn't be able to find you soon. That was, if Seokjin managed to escape the other dragons.

You shook your head at the thought and looked back at Namjoon who showed no sign of waking up any time soon and a couple of tears fell from your eyes at just the sight of how broken he looked.

"Come on Y/N," you urged yourself as you wiped away the tears, "you can't give up. For prince Namjoon's sake."

It took a while but eventually you were able to find a cave for both you and Namjoon to settle in. He was quite the weight and with the fact that you yourself was also injured, the journey was a little harder than you had ever experienced.

Once you sat him down with the cave's wall supporting him up, you got up, only to have his hand grab you from leaving.

"Where are you going?" He asked, voice the weakest you had ever heard. Once a mighty dragon who held the highest respect of his clan, you never knew you'd ever see him in such a state. But then again, it was your fault for him getting hurt in the first place and you let out a soft sigh as you blinked away the tears that were waiting to fall.

"The ground is hard and dirty, I'm getting us some dry leaves for us to lay on and I have to find a way to make fire," you told him, giving the dragon a light squeeze on his hand yet careful you wouldn't provoke any more pains leaving from his lips.

All Namjoon did was let go of your hand to have you understand that it was okay to leave.

He stared out towards the outdoors where you left, stumbling a little from your weakness yet still holding on for both your sakes. The world looked hazy in his eyes but he knew that you had brought the two of you inside a cave, sheltering from the dark to come and for a long while as you still hadn't returned, Namjoon began worrying.

He was so exhausted, his consciousness trying to slip away once more but he knew he had to stay awake. How else would you make a fire without him? If only he had been stronger with facing the enemy dragon but because of his short waver of moment, the two of you were dragged down upon a high cliff.

Namjoon thought of Seokjin, worried for his mate. But a part of him was sure that the hunting patrol had probably come to the healer's rescue since he knew they had been just a mile away from the disaster. Maybe they'd be able to find him and Y/N too?

Yet he doubted so.

You came back later than expected, carrying a few tree leaves along with branches and other thick woods for the fire. He could hear your little grunts, the sounds of hissing as you tried not to whimper in pain from your shoulder injury. He wanted to say something, anything, but the awkward tension lingered while you busied yourself placing the leaves into a large pile that would fit the two of you in and then quickly moving onto the woods.

Once the pile was made, you looked around unsure, not knowing exactly how to start a fire. ​ "Use my fire," Namjoon finally uttered and you looked at him. For the first time, though his vision was still a bit of a blur, he could see how exhausted you looked and for a moment the clan's leader heart fell as he realized you were only trying so hard because of him.

"Your fire?" You asked him, voice frail. ​ "I'm a dragon," the man reminded you.

"Right." You cleared your throat with a little bit of embarrassment. "Then, if you don't mind, prince Namjoon." You went forth to grab him gently, allowing him to lean against you so that you could lead him towards the pile of wood where he, with some bit of difficulty, blew out a heap of fire that caught onto the wood almost instantly, creating your very own campfire.

By the time you had woken up the next day, the fire had already burned out and Namjoon was still fast asleep on your other side. It was a struggle trying to get up due to your injured shoulder but you made the effort knowing you had to stay strong for the dragon that had saved your life.

The sky was clearer with the bright morning sun greeting you with its blinding rays of light and you got up to go in search for some source of water or any food you could try and find.

Namjoon was asleep for another hour but by the time he had awakened, you had just returned with the supplies you had gone in search of.

"You're awake," you said a little breathlessly as you took your seat in front of him. "I brought back some fruits from the trees and the river's water is clear enough to drink from" you told the dragon, dropping down a few fruits you had cleaned from the river onto the clean leaves. It wasn't much but it was something. "We have to clean up your wounds and secure them before you get infected."

He took a bite into a mango hungrily and with just the sight of it, you were reminded of that first moment you had seen Jungkook biting into a mango back in your old village.

"You too," the dragon said, indicating to your shoulder and you looked away, eyes cast to the ground with a light nod.

"Are you familiar with these grounds?"

He looked up, eyeing his surroundings before returning to his feast on the mango. "I was once very familiar with every land that surrounded our mountains until I was chosen to be an apprentice of the last leader, but now there are some features I'm not able to recognize." He paused, then added a little more softly. "Especially on low grounds."

"Your wings..." you trailed off, looking at the high prince distraught with the incident that had occurred, "Are they..alright?"

The way his eyes fell into a moment loss of hope, your heart fell for the once mighty dragon that ruled all of the dragons and you were reminded once again of your moment with Jungkook. You've told him once that even the biggest and strongest dragons would get hurt, but never once had you actually thought for you to ever witness such a moment.

The two of you left for the river a few minutes later after you watched Namjoon eat and he forced you to take an apple. It was a little difficult with having just one arm that worked but eventually, you were able to patch the dragon up. At least for a little while.

Namjoon took over for your injury, insisting that you needed the treatment just as much as he did and though you wanted to hold back your tears from the searing pain, you weren't actually able to. Bit by bit, little by little, your whimpers grew a little more audible for him to hear and Namjoon's hands steadied around your shoulder.

"It's gonna be alright," he whispered, voice one of the softest and gentlest you had ever heard them. "Just hold on a little longer, you're going to be alright."

"It's my fault."

"What are you blaming yourself for?"

"If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have gotten hurt and you wouldn't had have to save me from that fall," you said so in a whisper with head falling down in shame. Your shoulder was hurting pretty badly but you could only imagine how painful Namjoon's wounds were. He took a bigger hit, actually falling upon the rocks of the cliffs because he was so determined on saving you while you stayed safe under the wings that were now a bit useless to him.

"No one would have predicted those dragons would come after us during that time," Namjoon said after a short moment of silence, "don't get your mind too racked up in that position of fault." You didn't say much so after he finished tying up the piece of your clothing you ripped up for both him and yourself, he turned you around gently so that you could face him once more. "I'm serious," the high prince declared. "Those dragons have never attacked when the sun is that high up, that was why Seokjin wasn't too careful about that little moment when he went out."

"What'll happen to him?" You asked, voice cracked at just the imaginations that formed in your head but Namjoon was there to squeeze your hands.

"The others should have came to the rescue, he shouldn't be in danger."

Your brows furrowed with a bit of doubt. "How do you know for sure?"

Namjoon shared a small little smirk. "When a dragon like me lets out a loud roar, none of our warriors would be deaf to my cry."

Staring at him, shirtless and all with your once perfect clothes wrapped around his body acting like bandages, you bit against your lower lip. "What about now?" You asked him. "If you cried out now, won't they hear you?"

"They will." He nodded but then looked away as his hands fell away from your body. "But I cannot transform. Not in this state."

Suddenly you felt bad all of a sudden but just as you were about to open your mouth, Namjoon was quick to serve his head back around to place his forefinger in front of your lips.

"You are not allowed to apologize," he demanded though his voice remained soft. "That is an order." You wanted to protest, he could tell, but he could also tell that since he made that an order and because he was the high prince of the dragons, you remained quiet to obey his order. A small smile appeared at the corner of Namjoon's lips and suddenly he was aware of how close the two of you were and Namjoon cleared his throat, backing away as his finger left your lips. He could still feel how soft they were.

"Wipe the tears away," he ordered again as he stood up on his feet, "a true warrior never lets her comrades see her tears."

You looked up at the man that had once been so frightful to you. But with his hand held out as an offering to help you up, suddenly you were aware of what Jungkook saw in the dragon; soft and kind though a little awkward. But that was okay, it made him look cute in a way.

"We're comrades?" You asked, scoffing lightly as you took his hand for him to help you up.

"Everyone who lives in my clan is a comrade, little human." He paused. "Except my mates, because they are my lovers."

"Then..." you trailed off, hesitating, "am I no longer your prisoner?"

Part of you still couldn't believe it, that you were finally out of that dungeon that once only held light with the tip of a candle. But you also knew that the only reason why you had miraculously gotten out in the first place was because of your sickness and as crazy as it had sounded, you were thankful for catching that fever. Jungkook was a fretful dragon who was determined and stubborn but even the little prince was not enough to lead his older mates to believe you to be innocent.

"You're already out, aren't you?"

And with that, you watched the back of the high prince walking away and for a few long seconds, you stood there unsure of what to think. Maybe if Seokjin had deemed that you were back in full health, Namjoon would have put you back into the dungeons. Where you belonged. Maybe if you hadn't gone out on that little adventure with Seokjin and the enemy dragons hadn't attacked, you wouldn't have gotten the chance to ever see the world in any type of way ever again.

So as you stared at the blood that seeped through Namjoon's body and the shoulder that was still giving you an aching pain, you wondered if you'd rather the attack never happening or letting you take your freedom in this way.

Even if it was for a small moment with you and him out there, waiting and hoping to arrive back to the clan.

A little sigh of uneasiness left your lips before you ran to catch up to the man.

"Your highness, you shouldn't be putting too much weight on your legs. It isn't healed and it certainly isn't in good conditions. I don't think-"

"I have to walk on my own, little human," he said, refusing to let you help him out but you could see him limping despite the fact that he was trying hard to conceal it. "My wings are useless, I can't have my legs useless either."

"But-"

"Then what'll we do?" He asked, stopping abruptly as he looked back at you while you almost stumbled into him. "If I can't walk, what'll happen to us? You're weak, I can't lean on you forever. The clan doesn't know where we are and we certainly have no idea where we are."

"I..." your eyes fell. "I know."

You hated being useless, being of no worth but a burden for something he certainly had no need of. Maybe that was why you were such an easy target to be hated on.

You were useless to everyone around you.

And as Namjoon walked on again, you could only trail after him with your head hanging in shame.

He got worse a few walks later and Namjoon found himself stumbling onto the ground as he let out a strangled curse, teeth clenching while letting out hisses.

"Prince-"

"Don't." He showed you his palm, refusing your helping hand as his brows furrowed with his breathing shortening. If only he could allow you to help, if only he wasn't such a stubborn dragon. "I can do this," he muttered though mostly to himself and not for you. "I have to do this, we have to get back to the clan in one piece."

"If you want to get back to the clan in one piece, please, let me help you," you pled but he was too stubborn. You didn't know whether it was his pride he was trying to keep or not wanting to be a burden to you but either way, he needed the help no matter how much he was refusing it.

You looked away from him with a small sigh as you stared at the far away land from above you. They sky was clear, no signs of clouds but the trees everywhere around you were the things that told you that you were nowhere near where that small battle had taken place at. You saw the views from above, sitting on top of Seokjin's back, saw some clear lands without much trees surrounding the area.

"It's going to take a while to return," you told the prince although he already knew of that fact. It was going to be a greater and longer journey with both of your injuries slowing you down. "We have to work together if we want to get back at a faster pace." You turned back to look at him who was still sat on the ground. "Whether you like it or not, you're going to have to rely on me since I'm the only one out of the two of us who can walk without much difficulties."

You held out your hand for him. "Please." It came out into a soft whisper, much like how the soft passing of the wind, a zephyr, calm and soothing. It reminded him of an unsteady heart beating out of worry. Your expression was enough to tell him that you were sincere upon helping him, that you had no other intention behind those furrowed brows and eyes of uneasiness.

Namjoon had never met a human like you. The ones he had seen and faced were vicious and cruel. Some even pretended to be on his side only to betray him afterwards. He had been a drake so naïve for the world that awaited for him on the other side of the mountain he was born in. Namjoon always thought that everyone was kind, that they had good intentions. After all, he was born a prince so everyone treated him right.

The first time he fell into a human trap, someone he once claimed to be his friend, Namjoon was left broken. But he picked up the pieces of his heart because he told himself that not everyone was as cruel.

Yet the second time he met and liked a human, the same thing happened. All they cared was that he was a dragon, a dragon the humans were always so crazy for because in the human world, being able to tame a dragon meant they held the most power of all the lands. And if they were to tame a prince, one would be rewarded as the keeper of the dragon.

That was the last time he tried to befriend a human.

They only cared for titles and gold after all. It was never about the precious relationship and smiles and laughter shared between two different creatures.

He was still scared, afraid of whom you would come out as when you finally revealed your true self. But perhaps your kindness was your actual true self?

Namjoon shook his head to wake himself from the daze. He couldn't let his guard down. So what if you saved his little mate's life? You were still a human capable of rebellion and betrayal. He couldn't trust someone like you.

"For the last time, little human," he looked away from your gaze, swiping his tongue at his cheek as the little human part of his sentence came out as a bitter distaste, "I don't need help from someone like you," he uttered and you were left watching from the sideline as the dragon struggled to get back on his feet and continue moving.

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Barefoot.

The two of you walked a long way following the river that laid just beside your left.

Namjoon hadn't worn shoes. He was a dragon first before a human after all. And you had lost your shoes during the fall down that high cliff.

What was hurting most wasn't the fact that you were hurting physically with your injured shoulder and the ground pinching your bare feet. It was the fact that you could only watch helplessly as the dragon in front of you carried on and on, knowing he was hurting far worse than you.

Namjoon was a strong dragon, you knew from the moment you had first seen him. He stood tall and firm with an intimidating gaze. The biggest of the dragons in the clan.

But as you recalled the conversation you made with Jungkook again, even the biggest and strongest dragons would get hurt despite how much they tried to hide it.

Eventually as the morning sun rose on the fourth day, you couldn't bare it no longer.

So you woke up with sun that morning, stared at Namjoon for a short moment as you recalled yourself hearing his soft whimpers and cries due to his wounds the night before, and stood up in search for...anything that could help him.

You knew he wouldn't wake for another hour so you had only a short moment of time.

You sped off, exhaustion still weighing your body down but you paid no mind to the health of your body. After all, Namjoon needed help and this time, even though he was a stubborn dragon, you were sure you would be able to help him.

It took about half an hour as you searched the grounds, still looking back to recall your steps and memorize your surroundings in order to return to Namjoon in a safe and fast timing. And then, you saw it; a small hint of smoke which told you that someone was near.

Without hesitation, your legs led you towards the smoke as fast as you could go until you found yourself stumbling upon a small home hidden in a small clearing of the forest.

Please let them have a kind heart, you prayed silently for a few seconds before bravely walking up to the door. You had no time to waste. Namjoon was still sleeping and if he woke up, he'd definitely grow mad if he couldn't find you anywhere. You couldn't let him think you had betrayed him, that wasn't the kind of person you were.

"Pardon me!" You let your voice cry out, louder than the sound you were used to. "Please, I am in need of aid!"

One, two, three seconds later, the door swung open and you almost breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of two old man and woman in front of you.

Part of you wanted to cry at that very second. You couldn't believe that you were finally seeing someone after four days of going without contact with anyone except the person you were lost with.

"What is it, dear one?" The grandmother asked until her breath hitched at the sight of your disheavel self and the blood that remained and continued spilling from your shoulder. "Oh my."

"What happened?" The grandfather asked.

But you couldn't waste any time. "I am so sorry for intruding but do you happen to have any bandages with you? I need lots of them. And possibly any warm blankets you can spare?"

They could see that you were in a hurry with eyes that held onto tears, waiting to fall at any moment and the grandmother was quick to rush back into her home while you stood back, foot impatiently tapping at the ground below you.

She came back minutes later and you almost cried tears of joy when she handed you a basket of bandages and two warm blankets.

"Thank you so, so much," you cried, voice cracking a little because you still couldn't believe a miracle had finally came.

"That basket has some food and medicine too, my dear."

"I will use it well. Thank you again." Many thanks left your lips as you bowed a few times, not knowing what else to do because you had nothing to offer in exchange for their kindness.

"Will you be alright going off like that? Do you want to come in and-"

"I cannot," you quickly shook your head. "My friend is waiting for me and I can't stall any longer. We've ended up in a bit of trouble but we'll be alright." You paused. "Hopefully."

"Be safe, child," the old man worried, "the forest can be a little dangerous."

"Thank you again." You turned around to leave, until something walked into your mind and you paused just to turn back again. "By any chance, do you have a wagon? A large one."

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"Where have you-" Namjoon halted at the sight he was seeing in front of him as you returned his questioning gaze with a sheepish expression.

"We need to clean your wounds," you told him while beckoning your head at the rushing water. "And I brought some food and medicine. For you."

He let you take off his old dressings as he sat in front of you while you washed off the old clothes from the river, placing it back onto his back to clean the blood stains and applying medicine before replacing them with clean dressings. It was a long moment of silence as he sat there, snacking on whatever you had brought back.

And when you were done with the basics of dressing his wounds (since that was all you could do at the moment), Namjoon took his turn to clean yours out, commanding you to eat as well.

"Are you...going to tell me how you got those things?" The dragon asked as he beckoned his head over towards the large wagon that held two blankets.

"I wanted to help," you said, voice soft as if you were afraid of telling him because you feared of being scolded by the prince. "So I woke up before you in search of something, anything, to help you ease from your pain, so that you won't hurt yourself as much anymore."

"You-"

You cut him off. "And I know that you think it isn't my place to help but I did this to you so it's my responsibility to take care of you." The cold cloth on your shoulder was a harsh stinging sensation but you tried to ignore it. "They were kind. The old lady and man I met," you told him as you fiddled about with your fingers. "There's possibly a town nearby their lone home but I know you aren't too fond of humans so I knew not to stay for longer than necessary."

"Blankets?" He asked.

"To keep you warm."

"And the wagon? Why did you asked for a wagon?"

"So that you can take a break from walking."

He scoffed, almost laughed at how bizzar you sounded. "You can't possibly mean you'd wheel that on your own towards our destination while I sit in there...right?"

"That's exactly-"

"Are you out of your mind?" He exclaimed with disbelief. "I weigh a ton and you've only got one good arm to pull that thing on your own. I won't-"

"And your foot will only worsen if you keep walking like this, prince Namjoon."

"So what?" He rebuttled, not caring one bit about his aching pains.

"I'm telling you to rely on me!" You bellowed and that was the first time Namjoon had ever heard a soft voice such as yours ever rose that loud. "I know you're a prince who leads a clan of dragons, that you have many responsibilities weighing on your shoulders. Which is why you're even more insistent on returning as soon as possible. But you're forgetting one important factor."

Forgetting? Forgetting what?

"A leader isn't a leader without his people," you stated. "It's okay to rely on others, to show weakness, to not always be a big and strong dragon who can do it all because I know under all this facade, you're hurting and you want to take a break, but it's killing you inside at just the thought of doing that. A leader isn't a leader because of his title, a leader is a leader because of his ability to empower others."

"You care for your clans, I've seen it. Your mind and visions expands away from more than just a daydream. Your visions are a reality, you inspire others to be something more than just themselves. You're selfless, but it's because of that selflessness that keeps you from being a better leader than you are now. You forget to care for your own self, prince Namjoon. You forget that it's okay to fail at times, that you don't need an answer for everything, that you don't need to carry the responsibilities all by yourself."

His mates have often told him such things. They've always watched out for him when he's forgotten that it was okay for him to take a break from time to time.

Namjoon was a perfectionist, he hated when things didn't go his way, hated just the thought of failing his clan. If he had gotten back quicker and stronger from the enemy dragon's attack, maybe he would have saved the both of you from falling down that cliff. His mates often reminded him to relax, that they were there for him for whatever and that if he wasn't the perfect dragon, they would still love him no matter what.

They were the only ones he was willing to show his weakness to. The only ones he was brave enough to show his flaws. Others saw him as the greatest leader in all of the Clan's history, Prince Kim Namjoon who could rule all of the lands if he wanted to.

And his mates? They saw him as Namjoon. No title, no nothing. Just Namjoon, a dragon who loved and cared and made mistakes just like everyone else.

Which brought another reason as to why Namjoon didn't wanted to accept you. Because of your close bond with Jungkook.

He loved Jungkook. So much.

But he could see that his youngest mate was slowly falling in love with you. He couldn't have that happen. If Jungkook liked you, it meant that he would also have to accept you, a stranger, someone he could never show his weakness to.

Yet there you were right in front of him telling him that it was okay to rely on you, that he didn't have to do everything by himself. It wasn't right to give in that easily, but something about your eyes since the moment he actually took some time to look into them, something about them, he sensed nothing but sincerity.

Yet Namjoon was still scared.

But what other choices did he have? He wasn't as strong as he was and he knew just as much as you did that if he were to go on any longer with the way that he wanted, he'd only collapse and that was something that absolutely could not happen.

But then what about you?

"I know I don't look like it but I'm strong, I promise you," you declared tp him, a look of determination set upon your face, something he would have deemed as cute if he hadn't resented you as much. "I'm not as strong as you but I'm strong."

"You..." he trailed off, voice almost softer than the wind. Your shoulder was finally dressed so he let his hands fall down to his side. "You have to tell me when you get tired, alright?"

For the first time since he had seen you, you jumped with joy and a bright beam, brighter than the sun, replaced your face. "Yes! Thank you!"

Who would have ever thought someone could smile so brightly at just the idea of helping someone else.

You were...precious.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

It was harder than you could have ever imagined. But you knew not to give up nor show Namjoon that you were in pain yourself from the past few days and the weight hurting your injured shoulder even more.

The water continued rushing beside you while Namjoon had fallen asleep on the wagon, a ride and the break he needed ever since the two of you had fallen from the cliff. It was about time he had given in and let you help him.

Which was why you knew you couldn't rest. It was going to take a long time, the two of you had fallen a long way and not just down the cliff but also traveling down the river. Also added with the fact that you both weren't exactly in the position to walk as fast as you could. But you did tried your best and you could only hope for some sort of sign to show you that a dragon of Namjoon's clan was nearby.

There were no signs, however, and you were beginning to worry that perhaps the two of you were walking around in circles or taken the wrong way. But it had to be right. You had travled far away from just one river and your memory was clear upon that river being the one.

Yet having no shoes also meant another obstacle that slowed you down apart from the injured shoulder and the wagon being heavy.

But you couldn't complain. After all, the person who laid in the wagon was the one who saved your life. If it wasn't for him, you would have possibly not made the fall from that high cliff.

It was scary thinking back on it. You hid under Namjoon's wings with almost no light to see where you were falling down towards. His wings were tucked in to hold both of you together and as a result, you were sure his wings were in a far worse position than his actual body. But because Namjoon was in a way, part human, he couldn't transform into a dragon with an injury as big as his.

And it was all your fault. So you knew you couldn't give up or take a break even though you made him a promise that you'd tell him when you got tired.

The wagon wasn't going to walk itself and Namjoon certainly couldn't walk any more than he had already done, hurting himself.

You'd get there, back to the clan, in one way or another. But before that, you'd have to walk and drag along the wagon with you.

Night prevailed and it was probably one of the coldest nights you had ever encountered. Worse than the night back in the dungeons. Because at least in the dungeon you were safe from the night breeze keeping you cold at night.

"I'm sorry," the dragon coughed a few times, "I'm sorry for not being able to make a fire," he told you.

Through forcing himself for the past few days, he grew even more sick with a fever coming down upon him.

You wanted to cry at how hard it was, that you still couldn't help him, but you decided you couldn't cry. Crying would do nothing and it'd only burden the dragon even further.

"Where will you sleep?"

"The ground of course. I-"

"No, the ground is too cold." Another cough. "And your injury got worse."

"I'm fine-"

"Come here."

You froze. Come here as in...where exactly did he mean? There was no way you would be able to fit inside that wagon, not unless Namjoon meant snuggling up against one another but you were very sure that he'd never mean-

"I'll keep you warm," he said and under the moonlight, you could see one of his arms opening up for you.

Namjoon was sick, there was no way someone like him would ever invite you to join him in a tight space if he was actually sober. After all, he hated you.

"I'm serious, little human. I don't want you catching a cold. After all, you're my ride back home."

Valid reason. Of course that was the reason, why did you have other hopes in your head? He didn't want you getting in a worse condition because he knew he couldn't walk anymore and you were the only one that could.

You let yourself fall into his arms and Namjoon was quick to wrap his arms around you.

"Warm?" He asked. He sure was warm. Warmer than the fire he had made the past nights. You gave him a light nod and a soft sigh escaped him. "Goodnight Y/N."

Y/N.

Not little human.

Y/N.

You smiled. "Goodnight, prince Namjoon."

He didn't sleep even after you had fallen asleep not long after you bid him goodnight. He knew you had been tired, exhausted from the days before because you felt the need to help him since he saved your life. But Namjoon was still worried. Your shoulder was only getting worse and he certainly wasn't helping.

He asked himself under the moonlight as the stars above him twinkled upon the night sky, why did you have to try so hard just for him? Why couldn't you just care about your own self instead of worrying about others?

The words you told him echoed into his mind but he could only scoff.

Namjoon knew his selflessness could sometimes get in the way of things, but it was you who had to take your own words into heart.

The way you felt against him, head on his chest, arm wrapped around his torso from the chilly breeze, everything felt just...right for some reason. As if you were meant to be there, as if you were another key in his life.

But was it right? He was the one who was so insistent upon letting you leave the clan from the first moment he saw the way Jungkook looked at you.

Yet perhaps the maknae had been much wiser than him. Perhaps the maknae was right. And perhaps...perhaps he'd let you stay in the clan for as long as you needed. For as long as you wanted. Even if that meant forever.

"It hurts...doesn't it?"

"Hm?" You went on, continuing your pace while still pulling the wagon with you.

"I know it hurts, Y/N. I know you're tired."

You fell silent, something that told him you finally realized he had known all along. "Even if I am, why does it matter?" You asked, a little shrug lifting your shoulders before dropping again. "You're too weak to walk, your highness, and I'm okay with carrying this weight for you."

"Why?" He stressed the word, brows furrowing and although he wanted to moved to try and stop you to rest for at least a moment, he couldn't. "Why are you doing this to yourself? I treated you horribly from the moment we met. I dragged you into the dungeons without clear evidence, acted as if you were the villian when all you hoped was to find a home for yourself. Why, Y/N, are you being so kind to someone who hated you?"

He couldn't get it. How someone could be so kind despite everything they had gone through. You were someone who still smiled even when someone spoke badly of her, even when others hated her guts, and could still find it in themselves to sincerely try to help the one who treated her poorly.

He could see it, he could see what Jungkook had meant. You were selfless, the most selfless person he had ever met in his entire life. You saved Jungkook's life, left the village you were born into, betrayed them just for Jungkook to have his freedom. And then you walked into his clan and was once again treated like an outsider.

Namjoon had never once considered your side of the story. All he saw was the jealousy and his ill feelings towards you. And he missed the fact that you were so willing to give your strength and everything all up just to help him.

"There is no reason to hate, prince Namjoon," you answered him with a soft voice yet clear as a musical note. "Hate only leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. It makes one angry, turns the good guys into a bad guy. Which is why I had never seen you nor the other dragons as the bad guys, because I know that somewhere in there, you are sweet and kind, loving and precious. I have no reason to hate you, your highness."

How were you so, so kind?

"And besides, who cares about carrying a little bit of weight? You're worth the pain."

"I..." Namjoon trailed off. His heart fell for you, for his ill ways towards you, a human who had meant no harm. It was his fear that blinded him from seeing the truth. "No..I-I am not worth your pain."

"Of course you are." He saw your smile for the first time, precious as the prettiest rose. "You're worth all the pain."

A roar.

A loud roar.

And the two of you were quick to shoot your head up towards the sky where a dragon and three others followed his lead.

Namjoon knew that roar anywhere.

"Yoongi! It's Yoongi!"

You gasped, quick to grab the wagon's handle with both your hands this time. Yet as you pulled using both your arms, the injured shoulder began aching more than ever.

But you couldn't give up, not now, you couldn't lose your strength right at that moment.

"Forget about me for now! Run!" Namjoon shouted as a few tears left your eyes from the pain you felt trying to pull the wagon harder so that the two of you could both reach Yoongi.

You were so, so stupid.

After hearing Namjoon's demands, you ran straight towards the dragons that were flying further away. Back east, opposite of where you remembered the sun setting. Back to the clan.

And who knew how far the clan was.

"Prince Yoongi!" You shouted as loud as you could, stumbling a few times. You were exhausted. So, so exhausted. "Prince Yoongi!!"

For a moment you almost fell straight upon your face as black dots flashed your vision.

No, Y/N, come on!

"Prince Yoongi! Please!"

Yet the harder you tried to run, the worse your vision became as the world began to spin around you and the haze had clouded your eyes.

"Yoongi...Yoon.."

"Y/N!"

Namjoon could see you from afar, the dragon that had left his wagon after forcing himself up. Your knees had fallen onto the ground and Yoongi was only flying further and further away.

You're worth all the pain. You're worth all the pain. The words repeated over and over in his head and Namjoon began to cry.

No way, you couldn't. He couldn't lose you. As much as he wanted to months ago, you suffered through all the pains just for him. He could not lose you.

Gathering his strength, the man mustered up all he had and as quickly as he could, transformed into the dragon he was.

He let out a weak grunt just as he transformed and Namjoon's eyes clouded at the sight of his wings torn and wounded all over. It was hurting him from just being a dragon but at the sight of your unconsious self on the ground, he let out one of the loudest roar he could muster.

The cry of help.

The cry of pain.

The cry of regret.

At the third and final roar, the dragon was soon to transform back into a man. The pain had lessen but he was still aching all over.

"Namjoon!" Someone cried and tears left the leader's eyes as he ignored his mate to crawl over to you.

"Save her first, Yoongi. You have to save Y/N first."

You're worth all the pain, your voice echoed again and again and the last thing he saw was your beautiful face smiling down upon him. Namjoon worried that would be the first and final time he could see your smile.

[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 6)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

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Chapter 6: Speed of Sound

You had a physical and cursed energy examination along with the second years the next day. Much like when you had your height and weight measured at the clinic. But this time, it was your power, speed, stamina, defense level, and flexibility with and without your cursed technique that they were measuring.

“Ugh, it’s so windy out today.” Mai complained. The sun was really bright as the four of you first years stood there.

“Y/n.” All of you turned to look at the source of the voice. You smiled brightly upon hearing him. “It has been a while.”

“Noritoshi senpaii~” you skipped your way towards him with a huge smile on your face. “How have you been?”

Noritoshi was always busy, with clan affairs, missions (now that he got recommended for grade 1 and is enroute to a semi-grade 1) and studies that you only had a short time to say hi whenever you passed by the other in the hallways. But he always secretly looked forward to seeing you.

He nodded his greeting to the other first years before turning to smile down at you as you came up to him. “Not too bad. Hope you’ve adjusted well to campus life?” he murmured, eyes softening.

“I’m okay, don't worry about me. Shared class today, this is my first time. I wonder how it will go?” You excitedly said.

“The usual, you might find it boring. Ah, and I’ve heard that you were given the title Special Grade. Congratulations.” He said.

“Is that something to be celebrated?” you asked while tilting your head to the side. “Thank you though.”

He mimicked you, tilting his head in the same direction and leaning forward so that your eyes were both still in line with each other’s, “It’s proof that you’re strong and that’s also a good thing.”

You hummed in thought. “I don’t really care about rankings to be honest. I just need to be strong enough to protect the ones I love.”

Noritoshi’s eyes slightly widened at that. He was about to speak when he was rudely interrupted.

“TSUCHI CHAN! You owe me a fight.” Todo senpai boomed with Momo sighing tiredly beside him. You jumped about 4 feet into the air at the sound and Noritoshi protectively held a hand in front of you again. “That’s enough Todo. It’s still early in the morning.”

“A fight, or else I will reveal who your ideal type is to everyone here.” He grinned.

Oh no he didn’t. The winds picked up around you as your cursed energy flared dangerously. Everyone except Noritoshi took a step back from you.

You looked up at him with the coldest eyes you have, “You promised you wouldn’t senpai. But I am not backing down from a fight. Don’t cry too badly when I bury you 6 feet underground.”

“There it is! Her dark side.” Miwa cried out. “You’re gonna die senpai.” But Todou just laughed. “I knew you were interesting the moment we met Tsuchi chan. It’s settled. A fight later after class.”

“Todo’s gonna die later. I look forward to seeing it.” Mai yawned nonchalantly as Mechamaru just nodded. Momo just laughed as she settled in beside Mai.

Soon Utahime called you all to attention and you went on with the activities. You were competing with Todo for almost every measurement (with the use of cursed energy of course. You were not so strong without it).

You just laughed at yourself as you found out you had the weakest physical punching power among the first years. Yep, you rely too much on your cursed energy to back you up.

You had the highest score though when you used your cursed energy. You warped the space around your hand in a spiral motion, the wind picking up around your fist, before you propelled yourself to punch the target. BAANG! It was pushed a number of meters back further than Todo’s target.

Todo just clapped. “Well done.” And the entire time, Noritoshi was closely monitoring you, staying by your side and asking questions about your technique.

At that, you tugged on his sleeve and he smiled and bent down for you. You told him quietly that you would tell him more about it later when you’re alone. His eyebrows raised, but his smile widened, “Thank you for that. I don’t mind telling you about mine too.”

The others were just silently watching you both out of the corner of their eyes.

“Mai chan, wanna bet as to when those two will get together?” Momo whispered. Everyone else except the two of you heard her.

“Depends on what you wanna bet on. But I’m willing to bet they’ll get together in the next maybe 4 months or so.” she smirked.

“3 months” Miwa piped up quietly.

“Maybe 2 months lol.” Mechamaru said.

“No. They might take… a few weeks. 3?” Todo said seriously.

Utahime cleared her throat out loud gathering all of your attention. “Last activity. Running laps. This track field is 400 meters long as you all know. Finish 1 lap. First without then with your cursed technique. Nishimiya and Tsuchimikado flying is permitted.”

You perked up at that and clapped your hands excitedly. Then stopped and thought about it remembering your father’s words:

“ ‘You don’t have to max out your abilities. We keep our clan’s abilities as much of a secret as possible to prevent any information leakage that may be used against us. Remember to use your technique wisely. You’re the strongest in our clan, sweetheart.’ You nodded, ‘Okay papa.’ ”

So God speed mode of a Mach 4 is out of the picture. Mach speed 3… maybe out. ‘No I can limit it to just under the speed of sound.’ you thought determinedly.

You zoned out the next hour until it was time to run with your cursed technique. “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.” Noritoshi put a hand on your back to support you.

You quickly shook your head “I’m fine, no worries.” He didn’t look like he believed you but let you go ahead.

“Tsuchimikado. It says here on your report that you can move at mach speeds.” Utahime spoke. FUCK. Oh well. You turned to her with the stiffest smile on your face as she realized you didn’t want the information disclosed.

You took your starting position, still determined to keep it under half the speed of sound. “Ready… go!” You whipped around the entire trackfield in just under 3 seconds.

“Tsuchimikado. 2.4 seconds.” You nodded and jogged back beside Miwa who gave you a high five. “That was sooo cool, you need to let me fly with you next time.” She excitedly said.

You laughed. “I’m not the best at holding people with me when I move at high speeds. But slow flying is fine.”

“Why don’t you go faster?” Todo asked. Everyone quieted down as you turned to him. “I have a feeling you've been limiting your output. You’ve obviously been holding back this entire time, are you not taking it seriously? We are here to challenge ourselves, there is no need to hold back.”

Your eye and finger twitched. “That’s not it.” This man was amazing at pushing your buttons. But you sighed as there was no reason to hide it anymore. “Utahime sensei can I-”

“Go ahead. When you’re ready.”

You took your starting position again. You could push Mach 5 if you wanted to, though just above Mach 1 should be enough.

But you can feel Todo just silently egging you on from the sidelines. And it honestly worked. “Start!”

There was a loud BANG! You were back in the starting line in less than a second. The only proof of your movement was the smoke and dust rising above the tracks.

“I am so sorry, but I didn’t catch that. I physically can’t. That was less than a second. Your speed please?” Utahime called out. “Mach 2.”

You stepped right up to Todo with a challenging glint. “Prepare yourself for later.” He just huffed out a proud smile, then you stood aside with Miwa and Noritoshi.

“Was that, just now a sonic boom?” asked Noritoshi. “No it was my ringtone.” you deadpanned. The others choked a laugh out at that.

He turned to you with a pout, but you just bumped his hip with yours and laughed “It’s called sarcasm Noritoshi senpai~” He quietly chuckled along, which he was surprised at how easy it was to do so whenever he was with you.

You all finished up. Momo was also pretty fast, going at 10 seconds around the track. Noritoshi senpai blew you out of the water to be honest. His record was 35 seconds on foot. How. That was over the world record for men’s running.

You noticed a red marking forming over his eye and remembered seeing it for a bit when it came to the strength measurement test earlier. He was just a bit behind you, Mechamaru and Todo in terms of power.

And Mechamaru and Todo were largely… disproportionate to him, being way bigger and bulkier. But he could somehow manage.

“Are any of you going to spar after this? If so I will be supervising.” Utahime sensei called.

“We will.” Todo senpai motioned between the two of you. Noritoshi surprisingly spoke up too, “I also wanna have a go against y/n if that’s fine with you.” He turned to you with a concerned look. You just smiled, “Of course it’s fine Noritoshi senpai!”

“Okay, try not to break anything, limit the damage here on campus please. I will be calling a close if it gets too bad.” Utahime warned.

“There's no need for that.” You smiled to yourself.

Author's Rambles: Mach Speed (AKA Supersonic speed) is described as a speed greater than the speed of sound. Mach X means that the speed is X times greater than the speed of sound. A Mach 5 would be categorised as Hypersonic speed^^. O/C uses her Psychokinesis to move her forward as fast as she can.

Blood Bound Chapter Masterlist

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The Knight’s Court: Part Seven

Warning: none

in game au, royalty au

> As soon to be ruler of their kingdom, Y/N L/N is newly appointed with knights to protect them. Y/N quickly comes to find out it’s hard to fall in love with someone you’re not supposed to especially when you’re betrothed to another.

a/n: i have a tag list now so if you want to be added just message me or send an ask. I was looking over my plans for the story and realized that it’s kinda slow burn which i didn’t mean to do, but oh well who doesn’t love slow burn? This chapter is a little less important ngl, but the next chapter will be very important to relationship development. 

Sapnap x gn!reader, Wilbur x gn!reader ( later on )

tag list: @kiritokunuwu @losingvienna

masterlist | part one | part eight

 A few days had passed since the day at the lake which meant you and Sapnap would be meeting there again today. You planned on leaving after lunch, so once it was done you met Sapnap at the door. The two of you were leaving Dream behind which according to George was “suspicious”, but even if you did bring Dream all he would do was stand on the sidelines.

 You knew by the time you got back it would be almost dark, but that was hours ahead, so you weren’t worried yet. When you got there you started to set up the small chess board you had brought. The plan was to play chess while Sapnap told you about the other kingdoms, but more specifically L’Manberg. According to Sapnap, there were only three other kingdoms nearby, but one of them was practically a part of L’Manberg.

 You were glad he knew a lot about the other kingdoms because up until recently you hadn’t really known anything outside of your kingdom. You hadn’t really realized you were so sheltered from other places.

 Sapnap already knew the basics of chess, so you were really just helping him practice. He, however, was giving you a full history lesson. You wanted to learn a lot about the other kingdoms considering you had only really heard of their names. 

You and Sapnap were sitting on a small blanket with a chess board in between the two of you. You were playing as the white pieces and Sapnap as the black so he could go second. “I’ll talk about the Badlands first since it’s the smallest,” Sapnap said. 

You nodded in response and moved your first chess piece. "The purpose of the Badlands was to sit back and watch the conflict between L’Manberg and the Dream SMP, and then swoop in and conquer when the time was right. It didn’t work because the kingdom is small, but they do have a pretty strong military. Especially for how small they are,” Sapnap explained as he made his move on the board. 

“I don’t think you’d ever have to worry about them,” Sapnap said. You were mainly planning on listening and only speaking up if you had a question. Same would go with Sapnap in regards to the chess game.

 “Then there is the Dream SMP where me and Dream are from. The kingdom’s not too small, but it’s not as big as L’Manberg. It’s pretty protected especially because of its conflict with L’Manberg. The king, Eret, hired a lot of knights,” Sapnap continued on.

 “Then shouldn’t you and Dream be home protecting your kingdom?,” you asked.

 “We were, but, uh, your dad and the king go way back and asked for some knights. Then king Eret sent us,” Sapnap answered you. 

You hadn’t realized your dad knew the other ones. You had assumed he was just as out of the loop as you were. Which you are now realizing is stupid since he’s the king. Now you were glad you were learning this now instead of all of it being plummeted on you at once. 

“Anyways, the Dream SMP have had a lot of conflicts with L’Manberg. They were supposedly fixed a couple years ago, but with the new king people are starting to worry,” Sapnap continued on.

 “Let’s move on. L’manberg is really big and always has had issues with wanting more land. Their old king, Philza spent a lot of his reign trying to conquer the Dream SMP, but didn’t work. Now Philza’s son, Wilbur, is king. It was supposed to be Technoblade, Philza’s other son, but he refused because he's an anarchist who isn’t really an anarchist, but says he is. It’s complicated and not important though,” Sapnap explained.

 Sapnap then continued to talk about L’Manberg. It had a large and strong military and very loyal subjects, so being in a war with them would not only be dangerous, but also expensive. He even mentioned Philza’s other son, Tommy, who was apart of said military. He isn't the strongest, but definitely not the weakest. There was also another member who wasn’t really a member, but was always around them. His name is Tubbo and there are rumors that Philza adopted him, but no ones sure. 

This whole day was making you realize you were not prepared for anything. You just learned about the other kingdoms, but that barely made you more prepared. What if you got into one of those situations where you had to fight someone like in the books you read. Sure it seemed unrealistic, but you didn’t know how to fight.

 “It’s getting late soon. We should head back,” Sapnap said, breaking you out of your thoughts. The two of you hadn’t even finished the chess game, but to be fair you stopped playing awhile ago. 

 “Wait,” you said watching sapnap stand up from the blanket. 

“Teach me to fight,” you said. 

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got tagged for two fic writer memes yesterday! the one from @ameliarating first:

How many works do you have on AO3?

509.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

3,432,24. dang! that’s a lot of words

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I have written for...counting the MCU as one fandom, on AO3 I have written for 32 fandoms, including at least one work in:

MCU, The Sillmarillion, Caliban Leandros, both DC and Marvel Comics, the book Barebacked by Kit Whitfield, Doctrine of Labyrinths, Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Wars, Black Jewels, Dragon Age, Lucifer, Dexter, Temeraire, Gentleman Bastard Sequence, Supernatural, A Song of Ice and Fire, Greek Mythology, Lymond Chronicles, Merlin BBC, Code Geass, Good Omens,  Death Note, and White Collar.

this is not a comprehensive list of every fandom I’ve ever written for, because it is not including ones that live only on FFN or Livejournal.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Life In Reverse tops the list (11066), aka my 200k Loki-centric post-Thor AU fic that I wrote between 2012 and 2018 and with which I have a decidedly complex relationship at this point. I love it but also I no longer think it’s my best work but also I credit it with teaching me a fuck of a lot about writing and writing longer projects in general.

With Absolute Splendor is rapidly catching up, to my astonishment (6559), despite having been posted for less than half as long. Aka the wedding planning fic that’s really just me mucking about in my Jiang Cheng and my Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian feelings, at length.

some good mistakes (4618) was my first foray into the Untamed version of “characters who hate each other going on resentful roadtrips together, feat. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng.” I have gone on to write others and will continue to write more.

Unraveling (3069) is a little bit of a surprise but also not - it was originally just sort of WWP stuff for my ‘what if people remembered that blunt force trauma is a really bad thing actually’ problem that pops up sometimes, re: Loki at the end of The Avengers, and then it kind of turned into a whole thing. I personally think it’s the weakest of the installments of the series it belongs to, but it is the first one and also the one that gets least into the broader family dysfunction and depression stuff that probably is less everyone’s thing (but is what came out this fic that mattered more to me, personally).

I am a little surprised to see Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains (3068) here too! I was expecting one of the more...idk, mainstream concepts from the MCU to win out? But I also wasn’t expecting two Untamed fics to make it here, either. But I am stupid proud of this fic even if it is very extraordinarily unfinished. This is one of those unfinished fics that will nag at me unless and until I finish it, at least a little, because the concept - if I do say so myself - is so goddamn good and I think I was executing it pretty well, too.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Pretty much never. I was never very good at it and now I’d feel like I had to go back and reply to all of them and I just. I can’t do that. and when I do try to just start at the beginning I get overwhelmed very fast and start avoiding it.

Basically I decided that if it’s a decision between wrestling with myself to reply to comments versus actually doing more writing I’m going to end up landing on the latter as feeling both more doable and more productive.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably it’s The Worlds Forgotten, the Words Forbidden for sheer level of “so then what was the point” of it all. but like. I’ve definitely written a few extraordinarily miserable fics, and by “a few” I kind of mean “a lot.” Other nominees I’d put down might be nor autumn falter (for currently personally making me suffer most), once there was a way to get back home (for I think having the ouchiest summary), and Waiting for the Summer Rain (which remains one of my personal favorite Supernatural fics I wrote).

but like. there are 43 fics I have marked with Major Character Death warnings and every single one of those, pretty much, has a downer ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written several though not in a long time! My craziest probably remains the Morgoth/Cthulhu short I wrote that actually got sporked because someone took it seriously (???) enough to do that. But the craziest that actually has any merit, (I’d argue) is probably the Maeglin/Viserys one.

not linking to either, if you want to go find them I don’t think it’ll be that hard.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah, a few times on a few different things. More if you count “people who seem to like the fic but love telling you how much they hate the female characters you’re writing about in it” as ‘hate’ which I would but isn’t, you know, quite as straightforward. If I had a nickel for every time someone bitched about Jane in Life in Reverse, though...lots of nickels.

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Sure do! But what does ‘what kind’ mean, I don’t know how to answer that question. I feel tempted to just put in my “Mike’s Hard Kinks” image edit in this space.

I guess usually I tend to write smut that at least involves a little bit of a kink? I don’t think I’d feel comfortable writing entirely kinkless smut. I think I’d feel weird about it, the same way I do when I write really nice fic, generally.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think I did back when but I don’t remember anything about it. I feel like it was one of those mass data scraping things where my fic happened to be among those caught up in it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! several actually, mostly into Russian and Chinese. every time it happens I’m immensely flattered that someone wants to put in that kind of work on something I wrote.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I think I’d be very, very bad at it.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Depends on when you ask me! I could probably give you a top five but then I’d remember six that I forgot to mention five minutes later. I guess if I were to think about ships that feel like they hold very special particular places in my heart... Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen, Steve Rogers/Loki, and Min/Rand come to mind.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

oh god do you want the whole list cause honestly I could just like. screencap the entirety of my “in progress” folder with a crying emoji watermarked over it. and that’s not getting into the fics that are like...half formed babies in my consciousness but not anywhere on paper.

and also I just hate to admit that I might not finish something.

you know what? the Lucifer/Good Omens crossover I started would’ve been a lot of fun. I’m probably never going to finish it, but it would’ve been great if I had. I know other people did it too but my contribution could’ve been amazing.

I can say this very boldly with the near certainty that I’m not going to finish the fic so no one will be able to disagree.

(...also the Last Herald-Mage fix it. that was going to be a good fic too, and also will probably languish unfinished forever.)

What are your writing strengths?

I’m pretty sure dialogue is my strongest point. Dialogue and emotions, which is why I always end up just wanting to write about characters talking and having feelings at each other.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing action sequences throws me into conniptions every time I have to do it and I will take drastic actions sometimes to avoid doing it at all, which probably weakens the work as a whole.

Also, I don’t plan ahead and this means I write myself into corners kind of a lot. If I wasn’t writing long, dense fic it wouldn’t be a problem but here we are.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I tend to avoid it unless it’s in the context of, as in CQL/MDZS fic, leaving certain terminology untranslated. I’m pretty sure I almost never write full exchanges of dialogue in a different language than I’m using for the narration within a fic, and generally speaking my reaction to other people doing it is at least mildly negative.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter was technically the first fandom I wrote for, but it was a crack fic I wrote to make my friends laugh more than anything; I tend to count Wheel of Time as my first actual fandom for which I wrote my first actual fic.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

some days the answer is “all of them” and some day the answer is “I don’t like anything I’ve written in my entire life” and I never like giving this a definitive answer. yesterday I reread efforts in a common cause (the bound copy!! thanks @spockandawe) and you know what, that was a good fic and I’m proud of it, so I’m going with that one, for this meme, today.

tagging: @mostfacinorous, @jaggedcliffs, @silvysartfulness, @mikkeneko, @kasasagi-eye, @curiosity-killed, how many people am I supposed to tag for this one anyway

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9, 16, 27, 28 and 30! C:

the only successful multimuse ferre has ever ran ( ft. multimuse asks meme w/ @jeoseungsaja ) || still accepting!!

9 was answered! so i'm gonna do 4. is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with?

PATRICK!! this is anyone who is reading this, please let me have more interactions with patrick bc he?? is such a good bean and i know he's super reserved and probably more boring than the rest of my muses, but i love him so much!! he deserves friends, rivals, and more!! granted at least in this part of the rpc, ppl are more skewed towards younger muses aka muses in their twenties and he's like almost forty...anyways even if he is more or less settled in his life, i think there's a lot to explore that i'd love to do with other muns!!

16. which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

okay are we talking physically or verbally? bc it'd probably be mana either way ( with lam being in second ) but also that depends on what verse she's in. mana's the most outspoken of all my muses so if there's something to be said that would offend another person, she would be the one to go for it. in a physical sense, if she's in her supernatural au, it'd still be her- verbal sparring + a knife :D

27. is there a rule that someone keeps breaking for your muses?

not on this blog, but on calum's blog, in the past, a lot of people kept on misspelling erza and calum's names...spelt it as ezra or callum. for years. which makes absolutely no sense to me bc i almost always had their names somewhere in my response. also this is a writing hobby; i would assume reading comprehension is a necessity...

28. can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest?

in a physical sense: mana ( canon verse ) -> lamon -> patrick -> raphael -> mana ( supernatural verse ) -> yoojin

yoojin is op :D

in an emotional sense: raphael -> lamon -> patrick -> yoojin -> mana

30. most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?

Of course!! this is one of the few hobbies i've maintained over the years and i think no matter how long of a hiatus i take, i probably would never be able to stay away for an indefinite period. but this time around, i can confidently say yes because i know i put a lot of effort and development into each and every one of my muses this time which makes it both easier for me to write them out but also more invested in their interactions and overall growth. thank you so much for asking this question!!