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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 2 years ago

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Hm, as far as I know, lions, domestics, and cheetahs are the only naturally social cats, but there are cases of other species being raised in zoos or sanctuaries that take well to staying together in groups, like tigers. I can't really see Laventon being a lion or a cheetah, which would leave the only highly social cat as a domestic. Which you talking about Laventon tricking a typically very solitary Cyllene into having a family reminds me of when a calico cat made friends with a lynx living in a zoo, and the zoo decided to adopt the cat because she and the lynx were practically inseparable lol (there are some really cute pics and videos of them too). So friendly house cat Laventon tricking Cyllene into being his best friend and to adopt a couple of kittens she didn't want seems fitting lol. Maybe she could be a tiger? Calico colors, but terrifying and deadly. She doesn't know how this happened and neither does Kamado, but he regrets letting it happen because now he has to occasionally try to play sheepdog with them and that's just demeaning for a wolf.

Them waving their ears to capture attention makes me wonder if their ears follow their arms when they do their point and call. One ear up, one ear flat to the side, like an L.

Oh no, that's a really good point that the lack of people around probably feels really disconcerting after living in a busy city. Probably feels far too quiet, too, and anyone who's been out in the wilderness often knows that the real danger is when things suddenly go silent, so his brain is probably on high alert for whatever caused the lack of noise he still subconsciously expects, whenever he's not dissociating. I actually kind of want Ingo to be a white-sided jackrabbit, because as far as I've been able to find they're the only ones that pair bond (sources say usually male and female, but I don't think it necessarily has to be, so we can say they get a twin bond lol) and constantly stick together, which means that his twitchy prey instincts would normally be calmer because he'd have a second pair of eyes to keep lookout, but now he's in a much more dangerous place, without his twin as a secondary source of protection, and without even a crowd he can hide in. Plus everything else that's going on with his brain after the rift. Not a great mix.

Hell, since he's a desert species, his posture could be a combination of feeling too vulnerable and not liking how much of a target he is being that tall while that alone, and a habit he got into to try to keep warm, hunching down and bending his knees from the same instinct that makes you curl into a ball when you're cold, but not so much that he couldn't run if he needed to.

I mean, if he was lucky he'd already be wearing some form of shoe, if he was at work when he was taken, since I imagine working near trains and in a busy station where someone might step on your toes or drop some litter you really don't want to step in that shoes might be a safety precaution. But even if he was, without the right kind of shoes he could easily still get frostbite on his feet, since they wouldn't be designed to keep the cold and snow out. I imagine they would notice pretty quick that he needed shoes or better shoes though. If he still had feeling in them, he'd be limping or doing that thing where you lift one foot/paw up to try to keep at least one out of the burning cold. And if he didn't, then there'd be some pretty obvious frostbite signs unless they didn't think to take his shoes off. Unless he was found pretty quick, he'd likely have at least mild hypothermia too, since his coat isn't likely to be built to keep heat in and neither would any other part of his uniform he happened to have on, and jackrabbits are long and lanky without much fat on them. He'd probably actually be better off than human Ingo, since any kind of fur is better than bare skin, but if we're talking about frostbite his poor ears would be so vulnerable to it. If he's really, really unlucky he might have to be returned to Unova with his ears as tattered as his coat from where they had to cut away parts completely necrotic from frostbite.

A necklace or trinket seems like it'd be so easily lost though? Maybe they have thin tunics and if they get too hot they can take after Gaeric and tie it around their waist? A tunic is much harder to lose and also more eye catching by virtue of being bigger. Though you're right, if they really didn't want to wear one I'm sure they'd have some other way to show affiliation. And yes to them keeping warmer clothes in stock, just in case!

Also, I've been thinking about what Adaman could be, and I was thinking maybe a Blue-Spotted Tree Monitor? Colorful, blue, speedy, and remember what I said about monitor lizards sometimes being considered bad luck? Depending on the culture they can be either bad or good luck, but given your theory about him being insecure about his fitness as a leader, I think it could go either way. I mean, he'd certainly look the part, which would make people confident in him, especially if they considered his species good luck, but maybe he heard somewhere that monitors were bad luck and in his insecurity he worried if that might be the case after all? Perhaps in the Pearl Clan reptiles are thought to be unlucky (not to the clan, just have terrible personal luck), because they always die very young if they're not swiftly moved to a warmer environment to live, and he's like, 'not to be blasphemous, but they might be a little bit right about that since I'm the way I am.'

For Lian, I was thinking either an Arctic ground squirrel or a marmot. Both live underground and would be better suited than most alpine and Arctic animals to live in the warmer fieldlands because when it gets too cold they hibernate anyway. Marmots even typically live in rock piles, which would match his whole rock thing.

ok this is a new one but can i propose for cyllene: mountain lion. idk it just feels like it fits? vibes-wise? plus, unlike lions and tigers, they're not The apex predator and other animals, like wolves (in packs), can and will occasionally take their kills, which feels appropriate since she's still technically second to kamado. i'm still not sold on housecat laventon though, hmmm. (...actually, he could be a rabbit. it would explain why he's got that perpetually surprised/nervous expression, and make the fact that cyllene frequently defers to him even more fun than it already is. and also maybe protag hears ingo is a jackrabbit, goes "oh rabbits i know what those are like!" and then is Very Surprised how little like laventon he is when they actually meet)

i've actually been using mostly black-tailed jackrabbits as reference for ingo, bc they are the most Concerningly Weird-looking to me, but honestly i'm playing it fast and loose with the exact accuracy anyway so he's just sort of a Generic Hare at this point. oof that's a good point about him losing the one watching his back though, ouch. like right!! honestly that's probably why they were able to take over a busy, noisy subway system in the first place—as long as they stuck together it was never overwhelming or panic-inducing. they probably got desensitized to it over time, too. to the point where now it's the exact lack of that environment that's terrifying. and he's so exposed and he can't even keep an eye on all his surroundings at once! that+the cold thing you mentioned to, yes. of course he's not standing up straight!

one thing i feel like i maybe haven't articulated very well (or at all, rip) is that it's not quite that ingo doesn't feel anything. it's more like the line of communication between his actual emotions and what he's consciously aware of has been severed. at any given moment he literally never knows how he feels. that is until it gets to the boiling point where it just starts throwing random physical reactions at him to vent something. so what that means is probably that mostly he's chill but sometimes his prey instincts will kick into overdrive like he's being actively chased even though there's Literally Nothing happening. and then he immediately goes back to tuning everything out as soon as it's over. gee that was weird, not indicative of any really serious issues at all i'm sure, anyway

and then oof you're right those ears would do so badly in the icelands. he'd probably want to do something about them regardless considering those things are made to dispel heat. great if you're a desert species that does a lot of running, or something with nice insulating fluff, not so nice if you're a desert hare suddenly dumped into a frozen wasteland. pearl clan better find him fast before that becomes a death sentence

ooooh i do like adaman being a lizard. however, can i counter-propose: frilled lizard? it's more Dramatic, the frill could stand in for his hair, and i like the idea of him and melli both having big displays since they're supposedly childhood friends (just... used for very different purposes, lol). if the pearl clan considers reptiles in general to be unlucky, which i think makes a ton of sense (even if they do survive, they're basically forced into exile, along with any parents or family who wanted to stay with them) you can still have that emotion even.

ooh yeah lian being a marmot would fit really well! for other wardens... not sure why but i could see calaba being a sheep, maybe? she'd probably want to keep her wool sheared short for the mirelands, though, bc i feel like that's the warmest (and also most humid) environment in hisui (and that would make for difficulties when going back to the pearl settlement, oof). and maybe palina's a reindeer? or an antelope? idk, i'm spitballing. also: i know sabi's diamond but what if she was a little penguin chick

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captain039 · 2 years ago

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The golden boy

Jamie Lannister x reader

Warnings: ABO, mentions of incest, light angst? Hurt/comfort, swearing, gore, smut, calming bites, heats, age gap, mental issues

Jamie fucking Lannister, the golden lion, the king slayer, a fucking twat. If you could go back in time and kill his stupidness you would, yet here you were tied up behind him on his horse heading back to his siege camp. You had a piece of cloth around your mouth stopping you from talking and biting his ear or apart of his neck off. You were ready to strangle him.

He stopped in the woods, set up a fire, got out some dried meat and fruits before walking over to you. He knelt, pushed down your muzzle and you glared.

“You need food” he stated.

“Fuck off” you snapped.

To be honest you weren’t entirely sure why you were this angry, you were a rather calm young woman back home. Then again that was back home and not in the jaws of a lion. You were also angry from lack of food so you took what he offered with a grumble, curse and glare. He rolled his eyes and sighed sitting down by you on his bed roll. You awkwardly ate with your tied up hands and huffed when you kept dropping pieces.

“Who taught you to eat? A wolf?” He scoffed and you glared again. He sighed shuffling over and undoing the ropes on your hands. You stared utterly confused.

“I’d rather you eat, besides your scent is awful, it food won’t make you happy nothing will” he scoffed and sat down. You were baffled but ate, he practically let you free, sort of. You wouldn’t be able to kill him, he was bigger than you, stronger and had a sword, gold hand and armour. You were exhausted though, wherever this stupid castle was, was too damn far away. His scent, seven hells to his scent. It’s hard to avoid when you’re practically pressed against his back. He smelt sweet like honey, strange for a man but it was mixed with something you couldn’t place, something woodlands and city.

Night fell and he laid down rather still, you think he actually fell asleep. Your mind jumped into action as you quietly undid you ankle binds. You were going to run, take the horse and run but anger got the best of you, killing a Lannister would get you a name and make you feel better. You snatched his sword and stood above him, but he was awake quick to block your attack. You stared a little panicked but what else did you expect really? Slaughter the king slayer? Have half of Westeros searching to kill you. You cringed before something hit you. Your legs shook your body got warm despite the cold night and you felt sick. You struggled with your body and fell to your knees on top of him. He winced but chucked the sword aside and sat up. You whimpered sounding horribly pathetic. You cursed silently feeling slick dampen your underclothes. His face was confusing to read, too many emotions mixed in his stupid eyes. You went to struggle off him, holding your stomach and shuddering when his flesh hand stopped you.

“Let me go” you muttered seeing the worry in his face, why was he worried? He had no reason to be, you’d be much weaker now, easy prey. You hissed in pain at the cramp in your stomach and curled in on yourself slightly. You felt him shuffle and your head met hard steel on his shoulder. You let out a whimper, the healer at home made it known for you to take the tea every night, be rid of the curse of the omega as she called it. No tea for days means a rather quick nearing heat. You panted harshly, finding it hard to breathe, your clothes too stuffy. You struggled again to get off grumbling in the process when he held you still. You felt tears in your eyes, maybe this was the reason for you immense anger, no damn tea.

His flesh hand hovered above your neck before resting there gently massaging the back of your head as you shook. You tried to shrug him off, but felt yourself relax. Your body sagged like a rag doll, sitting awkwardly against him. You shouldn’t be finding comfort in his touch. His hand left your neck and the noise that left your throat made you red hot with embarrassment. He shuffled around, you realised he was taking his armour off and began to panic.

“Lift your head” he muttered rather softly and you did. He shrugged off his shoulder pads and untied his chest piece before lifting that off too. You shook your head worried but he stopped, hand going back to your neck and resting you in a less hard and cold shoulder. He glanced back and shuffled with you till his back hit the tree and he relaxed his top half. He continued massaging your neck, the feeling making you want to purr like a cat. You fought against instinct though, but you didn’t put up much of a fight. Your hips were rocking, stuttering and you finally growled and pushed yourself off him with a shove. You landed rather ungracefully to the ground, groaning and curling in on yourself. The lion huffed and lifted you up making you smack his arm lightly.

“For gods sake” he muttered.

“Sit still” your whole body listened, the alpha tone settling in your skin. You sat there on his lap, letting him massage your neck.

“Sorry” he muttered and you frowned lifting your head finally.

“The fuck you sorry for” you managed cringing slightly over and he sighed.

“Using the voice on you” he mumbled and you frowned, who the hell was this man? No way in hell was this the same man that kidnapped you.

“There’s a castle near by, I’ll get you there, one of the healers can help” he added.

“Healers can’t do shit” you grumbled lying back on him.

“You’re warm” you mumbled shuffling closer to him, nose by his neck. Your mind was hazy and you couldn’t really think straight. You nosed at his neck, enjoying the honey, woodlands scent. He tilted his head�� your mind blanked, stomach churned as your lips pressed against his neck. You mouthed and sucked on the skin of his neck, feeling him shudder only spurred you on. You scraped your teeth sometimes listening to him hiss. Your hips rutted against him, you could feel him hard against you. His hand landed on your hip and you froze Cersei would have your head, your arms, legs, fingers, whatever she could cut off while you were alive. You stumbled off him and went back to your tree, putting the rope back around your ankles and wrists awkwardly.

Next part ->

#jamie lannister #GOT #game of thrones #Cersei #Lannister #Jamie Lannister x reader #x reader #aob

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space-blue · 3 years ago

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Continuing down the rabbit hole that is "what exactly is Maliketh"

The white mane I believe is his hair. Melenia's helm is similar in fashion, when you obtain it, you can see the bright red hair hanging from it. The same goes for Radahn, so it might just be a thing in-game to make the armor stand out and look as close to its original owner as possible.

I'm not against lion Maliketh, however I raise you this; as Gurranq, during the tarnished quest to feed him deathroot, you can catch him howling at the heavens during the night. I'm not sure that coincides with feline/lion behavior. Maliketh may not be a blatant wolf but I THINK he is at least *A* canine breed.

His aesthetic (while it absolutely FUCKS) CAN make it a bit difficult to pin down his genetic origins, so I'll give you that.

OK so, yes and no. As in, I don't think the howl counts, but there's more evidence in favour of wolf. (and more in favour of Lion lol)

First off, Maliketh at night sounds like a roaring lion mixed with some elephant or something :

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Compared to :

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The noise Maliketh is making just... doesn't sound like wolf howling, with their long, melodous "awooo" calls.

Blaidd, in comparison, makes the most cliché Awoo call you've heard this side of middle school :

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So I genuinely don't think the roar Maliketh does really counts in wolf direction.

For the helmet and hair... Malenia is a good call because her helmet 100% is shown detached from her head without the hair! Also the fact the armour free model of Maliketh looses his tail entirely hints that they aren't body accurate. The naked version is probably what's under Gurranq's habit, and they must not want the tail clipping through.

Radahn though... I'd always assumed the hair was part of his helmet regalia, and not his true hair... I guess because of the helmet shape and all but... Looking at it the hair comes from behind a pane of metal, not sprouting obviously from it, like on a galea.

So I agree with you, it's most likely Maliketh does have a mane, and that makes my "below the helmet" Maliketh fanart inaccurate...

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Now, regarding him being wolven anyway, I got a great piece of evidence from @corpseblooming !!

Raging Wolf Helm Helm worn by Vargram the Raging Wolf, one of the first Tarnished to visit the Roundtable Hold. Vargram's nickname comes from the white wolf's mane that decorates this helm.

Raging Wolf Armor Armor worn by Vargram the Raging Wolf, one of the first Tarnished to visit the Roundtable Hold. According to the old legends, wolves are the shadows of the Empyrean, and this is what Vargram aspired to be.

So, this definitely explains away the mane thing. ER wolves have straight up lion manes and that's normal. Which makes Blaidd look pretty lacking in the hair department, don't mock him he might be sensitive.

Couple caveats :

— This sounds like a man aspiring to be a shadow. The mane specifically decorates the helmet. Vargram looks human, and his helmet isn't shaped to accommodate a snoot.

Does this mean you can become a shadow? Is this what happened to Blaidd? Was he a competent human and got wolf-ified by the two fingers?

— We know of 2 shadows, 2 wolves, and 5 Empyreans. Blaidd and Maliketh, who are a "black beast" and a "half-wolf", Blaidd and Red Wolf of Radagon are the more wolf like lads in the game, and Empyreans : Marika/supposedly Radagon?, the Gloam Eyed Queen, Ranni (former), Miquella and Malenia.

↳ It's very likely I'm missing things/assuming a lot so feel free to correct me.

— Shadow seems to be a job position during which you are "shadowbound". It doesn't sound like a descriptor for a being. I take this a lot from Blaidd's own dialogue :

Didn't I say? No harm can befall a shadow.

I...am shadowbound. Wherever mistress Ranni goes, I follow.

Old Iji trapped me here. Told me I'd bring nought but bale to Lady Ranni. But there's no chance that could happen. I'm part of her being. Her very shadow...

See? It sounds like a ritual, where a being is made into/woven inside the shadow of an Empyrean, to be a loyal follower and a check. If you turn on the boss, your shadow becomes a bale/curse.

Bale means "evil considered as a destructive force. Evil suffered; physical or mental torment."

— Then there's the fact the armour says "according to the old legends" which is worse than hearsay in Elden Ring, where we are lied to, or take in knowledge from people who are wrong and don't know it. That phrasing also makes it sound like there were more than two shadows around to make such a judgement. Did the Gloam Eyed Queen have one? Were there Empyreans even before the Golden Order? Aren't shadows explicitly made by the Two Fingers? Could it be it's an older ritual and the Two Fingers simply require it and meddle with the shadow? How old are these legends? is this pre-shattering? Did Malenia and Miquella use to have shadows and lost them? Are they not eligible due to their curse? Is Red Wolf a shadow to Radagon, and the reason he isn't insane is because Radagon himself is still protecting the order?

⇶ My conclusion for the moment... I'm rather inclined to continue with the idea that Maliketh might be the OG shadow and different. he seems too OP and humongous compared to Blaidd to be made of the same stuff, and it's possible he was the first, and the "model" leading to other shadows being wolven/half wolves/wolves, because "wolf-adjacent beasts" simply weren't an option?

Serosh, the lord of beasts, seems like a lion but still has strong conformation similarities to Maliketh in his long spindly arms and fingers, so I'm inclined to believe that's a hallmark of true beasts.

It's very possible Maliketh is in fact a wolf-adjacent beast, but remains close looking to Serosh because beasts might be on a weird lion to wolf spectrum? Maybe there's more options, and they don't look a lot like their base counterparts. After all, Maliketh has precious little in common with the lone wolves we encounter, who are just as wolves ought to be, and his only commonality with Red Wolf of Radagon is a mane. Red Wolf has a bushy tail, very narrow and beardless snout, and true wolf dentition.

Check this out :

Maliketh doesn't have the typical snout scrunching, gum revealing snarl, and it's clearly something Fromsoft knows how to animate so...

See as well how Maliketh doesn't have a wolf's nose at all? The top of his nose is covered in fur like a lion, and not soft nose tissue like on a wolf!!

Edit : let me add more Lion-Maliketh comparisons :

I present you with this crack alternative : Serosh is Maliketh's great grandpa. He had a lion-like son who got it on with a wolf-like lassie, and their lion-wolf beast son got it on with Marika's mom.

OR : (puts crackpot hat on) Marika's mother herself could be bestial. She is Numen, and we know nothing of Numen besides the fact they're from another land. Yet the Beast Serosh guides Marika's lineage? Could be that the Numen have bestial forms, that they can cast aside. Maybe they are humanoid when they get to the lands between. Maybe Marika's mom first had Maliketh through normal means and then cast a part of her out, creating Marika (if Empyreans are born of a single god, that works. She could be to her what Ranni is (presumably) to Radagon.) Maybe Marika's mom is a hot half wolf lady who banged a lion beast first for Mali and a blond dude next for Marika LMAO the sky is the fucking limit.

This is a ton of speculation just to say that Maliketh is "a beast" and we don't know his genetic makeup. I think the demi humans and beastmen prove that he doesn't have to be clean cut.

#elden ring #meta #long post #elden ring meta #ranni #maliketh #blaidd #marika #red wolf of radagon #maliketh the black blade #ranni the witch #blaidd the half wolf #queen marika #shadowbound beast #thanks anon #I do love some early morning speculations #anon ask

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whoknowsbud · 4 years ago

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Stand Mutation AU

Warning, this is FILLED with body horror! And somewhat loose but present connections to the recent epidemic! Mainly in part 4...

These are mostly just lists of the designs, and this post will only contain parts 3 & 5. There’s a lot more bulk to what was written to part 4, and there’s a lot more angst written, so that’s going to be a separate post.

(Which is now here!)

The idea here is essentially taking the ‘stand sickness’ Holy and Josuke had and twisting it into overdrive. Rather than gaining stands, the infected mutate (often horrifically, but there are some who look almost unaffected) based on their in-canon stands. The uninfected don’t see the full image; the shapes and colors come through, but not completely. The common headlight-style eyes are a big giveaway (until they’re not).

The mutations here will also commonly hinder most functions, especially rational thought. It’s most often temporary as the infected adjusts to the changes of their body. This can take a number of forms, but what happened to the Nijimura brothers is the worst it gets. The term for this for now is going to be ‘fried’.

The infection is only transferred by the arrow, and genetic relation.

Part 3

Holy has flowers growing on her body. Has a way better handle on it than Jotaro; fully present and coherent, the flowers just need to sap a little of her energy to grow big and bright. So, yeah, she's completely fine.

Jotaro ends up this ethereal star man with so much luscious hair, but also partly fried at the start; ends up being essentially like a big dog for a while (acts on base instinct and can’t articulate).

Joseph’s arms become vines. That’s it, that’s all. Vines for arms.

Avdol is pretty much just fused with Magician’s Red. I say ‘just’, but he’s pretty damn rad.

Kakyoin is basically a bunch of wires, wrapped to make a more human shape. Rather than shooting solid energy bursts, he can send energy through the wires.

Polnareff, like Avdol, is also just fused with his Silver Chariot. The armor and sword are still removable.

Iggy is made of sand. Can shapeshift, often takes the form of a wolf, because he can and he wants to.

Hol Horse has a gun for a hand. Yes, that's all.

Gray Fly... tiny man. Beetle sized old man with beetle wings and dagger tongue. Nasty nasty.

Imposter Captain Tenille is a fish-man, simple as that. Basically take Dark Blue Moon and put it in the mans clothes. This makes it obvious that he’s the enemy the moment he comes out, but Anne is still under some suspicion at first.

Forever is just Strength. Green ship with orangutang face.

Devo basically is Ebony Devil. Imagine making a (somewhat crappy) almost life size doll of Devo, and there you go. Rather than needing a grudge to act, he forms his grudge as he fights, making him stronger.

Rubber Soul is just Yellow Temperance; when he went through stand puberty he just pretty much melted.

J. Geil is just Hanged Man; only seen through reflections. Tied a knife to his hand.

Nena is almost the same as canon; she assimilates a beautiful woman to host her real body (which has no skin covering, so here she needs a host, the looks are just preference), and still leaves parasites on victims through her blood.

ZZ's stand mutation is actually his arm. His arm is the car.

Enya… ghost? Still uses fog for the illusions, still does puppet stuff? But then Jotaro would still have to suck her down so NO, THANKS

Steely Dan, the crab man. Can duplicate himself but at NOWHERE near the same rate. Not as effective either. He's about the size of your average 14 year old.

Arabia Fats is just. On fire. Fire man. Human torch. But more fire. Just fire.

Mannish boy appears with a flat, jester-like face, so the group knows to refuse.

Cameo... genie?

Midler is basically herself with High Priestess's power to become any mineral. Still can shapeshift, but its limited.

N’Doul… could be a water man. Sends his hand out so he can stay safely out of most people’s range.

Anubis... is just the same Anubis as canon. It's a sword, what were you expecting?

Mariah is the magnetizer. It happens through contact, and feels like a small static shock. It does not work on normal people, although they do feel the shock.

Alessi has just become a shadow, his own silhouette, that de-ages those it touches like in canon, with the same eyes and manifesting ability, too. Cannot talk.

The D’arby brothers are a terrible amalgamation of the souls they’ve taken.

Pet Shop is... just its stand I think.

Vanilla Ice is another stand/user mix. As uncomfortable as the v o r e is, it seems like the only sensible thing...

Dio is similar to Jotaro. But green & yellow, with more disturbing growths (those... bullet chain suspenders looking things, and the apparent oxygen tanks on the back). He's a bit distorted, rippling in time with the seconds.

Part 5

Haruno becomes a plant creature (Oh you want limbs? Limbs to hold things? Too bad, you get tendrils!), changes his name to Giorno. The human body is still inside, controlling everything. When he’s truly happy, he blooms.

Bruno's body is just zippers. They can all be opened or closed (although if they're all opened he's kind of a mess, and its an awful noise), and what's under them is just a void. He seems to have glowing orbs as eyes, revealed by a single open zipper over where his eyes would be. To resemble a more human form, he has zippers on his head to look like hair. There are a few zippers that hang off his arms and legs almost like fins, and he will whip you with them.

Abbachio is a glitchy creature that looks like someone constantly flipping channels, with a sort of goo coating his body in almost the exact way it does Moody Blues.

Narancia is a ‘cyborg’, fighting logic output to stay ‘human’

Mista basically goes through mitosis, becoming 7 of himself; but it takes time for them to truly separate.

Fugo appears to be normal, but he has this ‘oxygen’ tank & connected mask. The Purple Haze virus is more of a gas here, produced in his lungs, so he has to have a way to contain it when he's around others. Once he starts getting emotional, he sort of melts into a zombie-like form; starts looking like a typical victim of Purple Haze.

(Giorno's able to take in an absurd amount of toxins and pollution and spit out a shit ton of oxygen, so there's much less concern.)

WE RETAIN THE DINOSAUR SPICE GIRL HERE, TRISH IS A STRETCHY & SQUISHY LIZARDWOMAN.

Mr President is a cube, still with the room. He's like a box. A box turtle, you might say.

Polpo is still in prison. His shadow does pretty much everything Black Sabbath does. Permanent poggers face.

Zucchero is a slug. Has spikes on his body that perform Soft Machine’s ability, and they’re barbed to grab the deflated forms.

Sale... maybe he's already dead. Infection stopped his own heart or something. Or hes like.. a landmark. Like Angelo in canon; fully immobile, but sort of immortal. /till you destroy the body I guess...

Formaggio’s size is constantly fluctuating, not always proportionately consistent.

Illuso... doesn't exist outside of mirrors. He can still communicate to those on the other side, and pull them in, but can't leave, himself. He works similarly to Yoshihiro Kira; ig seal the mirror, you seal him.

Prosciutto has so many eyes. Just all over, so so many. Somewhat shriveled up from the waist down.

Pesci has a fishing pole arm I guess...

Melone is some sort of... digital-ish cyborg thing. The Babyface kids are the same though

Ghiaccio is essentially fused with his suit, with the weak spot in the back of his neck frozen over. It’s actually like the mane of a lion, but ice; he can’t turn his head at all, speaking is near impossible, and eating is a struggle as well. The white album fight reveals a lot:

Due to literally being plants, Giorno has to revert back to Haruno or risk serious danger. This is the first time he’s come out; they knew he existed (he was mentioned in passing) but they weren't sure if he was alive or dead. When he can take his plants form again, it’s... kind of horrifying. Roots and vines coming out of his body, wrapping around him...

Risotto is basically a living Metallica colony. Take risotto, make every 5x5 pixels a metallica bean, there you go that’s him.

Squalo... Sharkboy

Tiziano looks fine, but his mouth is all wrong. Tongues like a starfish.

Secco... mud? Mudman?

Cioccolata looks like a zombie, moldy and decomposed an shit.

Diavolo and Doppio are... basically, literally, just King Crimson and Epitaph. They can apparently switch places? Maybe

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Wanda’s Vision

A Mysterious Package

As if losing her true love wasn’t cruel enough, Wanda Maximoff can’t even burry him. Instead, the chunks of Vision’s broken stone body are being studied in the Alchemy Department in the Ministry of Magic, as if he’s nothing more than a crumbled statue. Fighting back tears, she picks up her scarlet broom, and heads back to Hogwarts. Since helping to save the universe again, she’s been granted the chance to return and finish her schooling, But the Ravenclaw Commonroom feels empty without is Chimera Prefect.

Wanda should be in class, but instead she drifts up to her empty dorm. There, she finds a tall, tombstone-shaped package standing in front of her blue canopy bed, covered in brown paper. Tied to it is a simple, unsigned note: Enjoy!

Curiously, she takes off the wrapping, to find a tall mirror with an elegant golden frame. The curved top of the frame is engraved with the words: erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

Wanda’s eyes drift down to the glass. Instead of her reflection, she sees static, like on an old Muggle TV set. Then, the static clears, to a black-and-white sitcom. The Mirror of Erised broadcasts “WandaVision,” where she sees herself and Vision living an ideal life, in a setting reminiscent of the vintage Muggle sitcoms Wanda and Pietro used to watch with their parents.

The tears finally come. In her grief, Wanda slams her fist into the glass.

A normal witch or wizard could probably not damage the Mirror of Erised, but Wanda Maximoff is no ordinary witch.

Her grief turns to shock when her fist breaks through the glass, and a hurricane-like wind begins sucking her and everything around her into the mirror…

Breakfast

Next thing they know, Wanda and Vision are in their black-and-white Commonroom, getting ready for class. They don their robes, and get their chrome-covered wands and school bags. They head for the Great Hall for breakfast, accompanied by a laugh track. Once there, they have trouble finding the Ravenclaw table, due to the fact that all of the scarves, ties and tablecloths are in grayscale.

“Well, I don’t think it’s either of those,” Vision muses, gazing at two tables locked in a violent magical food fight. The Gryffindors and Slytherins are all Greasers; their black, leather, studded robes bearing large patches of lions or snakes depending on their “gang.”

The next table they look at is filled with beatniks, sharing poetry about peace and unity. “I think that’s Hufflepuff,” Wanda says, noting the badger in the middle of the table playing bongos.

The last table is full of nerds in bowties and horn-rimmed glasses. Figuring this is their stop, Wanda and vision have a seat and begin their breakfast. They’re almost immediately interrupted by the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Agatha Harkness. Wanda is clearly her teacher’s pet, and Agatha says she can’t wait to see what Wanda is capable of on the test later today. "Is my best student gonna Ace this exam, or is that a stupid question?" Professor Harkness gives an irritating "gossipy neighbor" sort of laugh. "Remember, we're doing Patronuses!" Agatha takes out her wand and says with a smile, "Expecto Señor Scratchy! ...Oh, bowtruckles and doxies...Scratchy sit!" Agatha excuses herself, to chase her silvery rabbit Patronus, which is now wreaking havoc across the table. Wanda smiles and nods, secretly trying to remember this exam she hasn’t studied for.

To make matters worse, the school’s Head Girl and Boy, Victoire Weasley and Teddy Lupin, have decided to join Ravenclaw for breakfast. They ask Wanda and Vision where they’re from, when they began dating, and so forth, with the pair unable to answer.

“What year are you?” Teddy presses on, adjusting his cute wolf-themed sweater. “Are you Purebloods or Muggleborn? Did you transfer from another school?”

“Any mixed heritage?” Victoire adds.

Wanda and Vision are saved from having to answer when Teddy starts to choke on a werewolf hairball; Vision saves him, using his phasing powers. The frightening moment passes, and suddenly breakfast is over.

“Oh, look at that, it’s time for the game already!” Teddy declares. “Come on!”

Very confused, Wanda and Vision follow the crowd out of the Great Hall and outside, across the gray grass, to…

The Quidditch Pitch

As they near the Quidditch field, the roar of screaming girls makes it nearly impossible to hear each other speak. Wanda gets out her wand to attempt an ear-plug charm, and notices it looks different than before; instead of that slick chrome covering, her wand now is covered in psychedelic flowers.

When they find their seats, they notice that many of the girls have beehive hairdos, and many people’s cloaks have claps shaped like peace symbols and Yin-Yangs. Vision and Wanda move through the Hufflepuff box, where Teddy Lupin and his comrades have apparently traded their barrettes and scarves for beads and hippie hair. Next, they find a box full of nerds, that they hope is Ravenclaw; with everything still in grayscale, the only way to be sure is to look for an eagle crest somewhere. Vision and Wanda have a seat next to a friendly new girl with a beehive hair, introducing herself as “Geraldine.”

“To be honest I don’t know if I’m in the right box either,” Geraldine reassures Wanda.

“What House are you?” Wanda asks conversationally.

Geraldine’s face falls. “I…don’t know.”

The conversation is cut short when Madam Hootch, dressed like Ed Sullivan, announces the start of the game. The Gryffindor players all have moptops, and quip each other while during the game in thick Liverpool accents. The Slytherins are a bit rougher looking. Slytherin Seeker Albus Severus Potter comments about blowing up Moaning Myrtle’s toilet, and Scorpius Malfoy boasts about snorting his father’s ashes.

The Golden Snitch, for some reason, keeps flying past Wanda and Vision’s part of the stands. And something about the Snitch looks out of place. Wanda finally stops it in midair with her telekenesis, and summons it towards her for a better look. The Golden Snitch really is gold—it’s in color!—and there’s a red symbol on it: a sword, circled by two lions and a huge elegant "G."

“I think they need that!” Geraldine quickly snatches the Snitch from Wanda and expertly chucks it back into the field, as if pitching a baseball.

The Quidditch field is starting to look different. The Quidditch balls and hoops are morphing into colorful, psychedelic cartoons. As if trying to compete with the trippy animation, Al Potter takes out his wand and starts levitating furniture, toilets and animals from the castle to come flying into the crowd. This prompts the Gryffindors to make more awful puns at each other, while trying to retrieve the Golden Snitch from Ringo's nose.

“How is anyone getting through this sober?” Professor Harkness laments over the chaos.

Wanda excuses herself and makes for one of the restrooms in the Quidditch stadium. The toilets have all been blown up by Al Potter, but she doesn’t need to “go,” she just needs to think. In the restroom, she is confronted by queen bee Dominique Weasley, who seems to be implying that Wanda is guilty of something.

“I mean you no harm,” Wanda insists.

“I don’t believe you,” the young part-Veela replies, matching Wanda’s intense stare.

That’s when both girls are interrupted by a muffled voice, apparently coming from the mirror.

Superimposed over their reflections, Wanda can just barely make out the ghostly image of a young man, and hear his distant voice calling, “Wanda, who is doing this to you?”

The eerie message repeats, and Wanda’s anxiety rises, until the glass mirror suddenly shatters, startling her and Dominique. Dominique suffers a cut to her hand, getting some crimson blood on her Gryffindor scarf.

“Gosh,” Dominique says chipperly, as if their intense conversation never happened, “At least blood stains don’t show up as much against Gryffindor colors!”

The girls return to the bleachers, to find that the game has finished. It’s unclear who won, as both teams seem to be celebrating the game in their own way. The Gryffindors give a cute, uniformed bow, while the Slytherins enthusiastically smash their broom sticks on the ground.

By the time the crowd is leaving the stadium, everything is now in color. Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley have their long hippie hair flowing in bright mind green and shimmering Veela gold respectively. The flowers on Wanda’s wand are now bright shades of red and orange. But the biggest shock of all comes when she and Vision return to the Ravenclaw common room, and realize that Wanda is four months pregnant!

The moment is interrupted by a noise from outside the Commonroom. Peering into the hall, Wanda and Vision see a cloaked figure emerge from a secret passageway behind a gargoyle (shaped like a Blue Meanie). The figure turns around, and Wanda sees that sword symbol once again, on the back of his cloak.

“No,” she mutters, and with a flick of her hands, literally rewinds time.

“Congratulations!”

…says Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing. “You’re having a healthy baby.”

Vision stammers, “But isn’t this happening a little…fast?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, only Muggles stigmatize teen parents. Us wizards still live like it’s the Middle Ages, remember.”

Wanda tries delicately, “The baby having some Phoenix or Chimera heritage wouldn’t be affecting anything, would it?”

“I don’t think so. But you can check the school library for more information if you like.”

The soon-to-be teen parents decide to do just that.

Wanda and Vision enter the library to find themselves now dressed like Scooby Doo characters under their school robes, which have the cut of droop-sleeved Disco gowns.

Geraldine strides in, sporting a fro, with her Gryffindor necktie tied around her head like a scarf. Teddy Lupin and Victoire sit nearby, sporting a mint-green afro and a silverly shag respectively. Lysander and Lorcan Scammander are putting up a sign on the library wall, protesting the pollution of the Forbidden Forest. From the open window, one can see that a new Quidditch game is already afoot; the Gyffindors and Slytherins, in House-colored disco suits, violently toss flying disco balls at each other, while talking like Nick Fury.

No one besides Wanda and Vision seems to notice anything amiss. That is, until Wanda suddenly goes into labor, in the middle of the “P” isle.

Vision runs to get Madame Pomfrey, while Geraldine delivers the baby. Vision returns with the nurse just too late to see his son’s birth. This is remedied a moment later when Wanda goes into labor again! They end up with two healthy baby boys. Wanda and Vision decide to go the Weasley route, and give them simple names: Tommy and Billy.

Geraldine helps Wanda turn the trunk at the end of her dorm bed into a cradle for the twins.

“I’m a twin,” Wanda remembers. “I had a brother, named Pietro.”

Geraldine then adds slowly, “He was killed by Ultron.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Wanda looks at her friend again, suddenly suspicious and angry. She notices suddenly that the patch on Geraldine’s robes does not depict the usual Gryffindor icon, but instead, that suspicious sword symbol. Ignoring Geraldine’s stammering pleas, Wanda sends the Gryffindor flying through the stone wall, out of the Ravenclaw commonroom.

Geraldine flies backwards down the hall, until she smashes through another stone wall.

She crashes through the wooden wall of the Quidditch pitch.

And finally, she crashes through a massive wall of glass, with a shattering sound that echoes eerily.

“Geraldine” lands on the wet grass. She pushes herself up, as Ministry wizards and witches gather around her. It is dusk, and they’re in the middle of an empty clearing in the woods. Not too far off, the Mirror of Erised magically repairs its own shattered glass.

Monica Rambeau sees the Mirror of Erised standing alone in the empty field, and it all starts coming back to her...

Here’s What Really Happened

...Monica Rambeau’s mother, Maria Rambeau, founded the Sword of Gryffindor: a division within the Ministry of Magic, tasked with threats by non-human magical beings. Monica, a recent graduate of Hogwarts, had just begun an apprenticeship under her mother, when she (Monica) was turned to ash by Thanos’s Dusting Curse. After she “Blipped” back, and learned her mother had died in the summer she’d been gone, Monica needed work to keep her mind off of her shock and grief.

Her new mission concerned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which had seemingly vanished overnight—along with the lake, the Quidditch pitch, and even Hagrid’s hut. All that was left was the Mirror of Erised, standing alone in the empty field. And the Mirror seemed to be malfunctioning. Its gold frame was replaced with a chrome and neon 1950s juke-box aesthetic. It’s iconic message now glowed above the glass in the form of a cursive neon sign. All the Ministry workers strongly desired to see where Hogwarts had gone; but all anyone could see in the Mirror was static.

Jimmy Woo (a former Hufflepuff Prefect now with the Ministry) gave Monica a rundown of the situation. “The Ministry’s so desperate, they’re even bringing in a Muggle, to see if one of their ‘TV microwaves’ or something might be interfering with the Mirror’s magic.”

Dr. Darcy Lewis, one of the few Muggles allowed to not only know about the wizarding world, but work with it, finally arrived. Most of the Ministry folk scoffed at the Muggle. But after a quick examination, Darcy had an answer.

“Looks like someone or something has turned your Magic Mirror into an old TV set.”

The project’s supervisor, Director Blandonius Genericus Phucknugget, snorted. “Codswallop and hippogriff dung. Your Muggle technology doesn’t work in areas like this, where there’s high concentrations of magic!”

“Wrong,” Darcy said, drumming her fingers on the Mirror’s neon frame. “Electricity doen’t work around magic. But you guys make cars and motorcycles fly with magic all the time. You even use cameras, for Treebeard's sake! So this TV-mirror isn’t plugged into anything, but it’s still running, probably on magic. If someone can enchant me a pair of old rabbit-ear antennae, I can probably get this show broadcasting for ya. And if one of you magic dudes can conjure me up some coffee, that’d be cool too.”

Director Phucknugget begrudgingly adhered Darcy’s request. A retired Arthur Weasley was happy to donate some parts from his Muggle collections to the cause. Within the hour, everyone was watching what seemed to be an old Muggle sitcom play out in the glass… set at Hogwarts! Jimmy and Monica soon determined that, somehow, the castle and all of its inhabitants had become trapped inside the Mirror of Erised. Since Wanda Maximoff and Vision Banner-Stark were the stars, and Vision was supposed to be dead, it stood to reason that they had something to do with it.

Monica then made a bold, and arguably stupid, move. She blasted the glass with different powerful spells, until she managed to put a crack in it…and ended up getting sucked into the show.

While Jimmy, Darcy, and the others watched Monica join the main cast, the frame around the Mirror began to change. The jukebox aesthetic was soon replaced by a psychedelic pop art motif, resembling something you’d see on an old CD cover, or a “Yellow Submarine” poster. Monica, Jimmy and Darcy tried different ways to get in touch with Wanda. They tried sending an enchanted Golden Snitch into the Mirror, containing Mad-Eye Moody’s old eye, to survey the situation. Jimmy tried a mirror-enchanting spell, to send Wanda a message. But nothing seemed to work.

By midafternoon, the frame had changed again to a banded ‘70s border with rounded edges, it’s top lettering now spelled out like the opening credits of an “exploitation movie.” And the show was now in color. Soon after that, Monica Rambeau came crashing back through the glass, knocking Darcy, Jimmy and Phucknugget into the grass.

It has all come back to her now.

Lying on the grass in her Disco robes, Monica breaths, “It’s Wanda! It’s all Wanda!”

Care of Magical Creatures

The sky above the Quidditch Pitch is the color of Floo Powder, tuned to a dead fireplace. The frame around the Mirror of Erised is clunky robotic junk, smattered with flickering neon. The castle halls have become a glittery labyrinth, and echo with David Bowie music. Goblins from Gringotts are discussing business with Headmistress McGonnagall, demanding a baby as payment if they don't get their gold.

Billy and Tommy are old enough to start their first year at Hogwarts, even as their parents are still finishing up year Five. The boys adopt a cute three-headed Cerberus puppet (yes, puppet--The "Dark Crystal" kind) that they name Sparky. Everyone now has frizzy ‘80s hair, and wizard robes now have built-in shoulder pads. Professor Harkness continues to give Wanda top marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts, where students practice wizard duels in 80s workout gear.

Wanda finally “breaks the fourth wall” again, albeit less literally this time. Excusing herself from her family, she goes to the restroom, and looks directly into the mirror, at the Ministry wizards outside. For a few moments, they talk as if there is only glass between them.

“Is this yours” Wanda says, tossing the Golden Snitch back through the glass.

Catching the Snitch, Monica begs Wanda to listen to reason. But it’s no use.

Meanwhile Vision, is getting suspicious. He manages to free Lysander Scammander from Wanda’s control. The hysterical first-year frets that he hasn’t received an owl from his parents in what seems like ages, and that having Wanda in his head all the time is painful.

But just as Vision confronts Wanda, they get a surprising visitor: Pietro Maximoff! …or is it? Something seems off, but Wanda wants to believe it’s true.

Defense Against the Dark Arts

For their Midterm Exam in Defense Against the Dark Arts, everyone suits up. Vision dresses like a Mexican wrestler, while Wanda dons a red leotard under a red cloak and tiara. Billy and Tommy are advancing in their magic classes with alarming speed. Pietro suspiciously looks, sounds and acts very little like the brother Wanda remembers. But how many other male part-Veelas can be out there?

Back in the real world, Monica, Jimmy and Darcy clash with Director Genericus Phucknugget. The three are eventually taken off of the project for not being big enough assholes, so they set out to break some rules. Darcy “hacks” into Phucknugget’s “files,” by which we mean, she swapped his Pensieve out with a chamber pot when he wasn’t looking. Around a camp fire in the Forbidden Forest, the trio examine the memories that their shady boss didn’t want them to see. Turns out, he doesn’t have anyone’s best interests in mind, bar his own quest power.

Monica wants to try re-entering the Mirror, but there’s another problem.

“You’ve gone through that class twice,” Darcy warns. “Your body is cursing with the magic of a Flaga.”

“How do you know about the Flagae?” Jimmy asks.

“Muggles can read books too you know.” Darcy produces a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scammander.

Flagae are spirits that live inside magic mirrors, often acting as familiars for witches like Snow white’s evil stepmother. Darcy theorizes Wanda and Vision’s “Mirror children,” Billy and Tommy, may in fact by Flagae. And Monica is turning into one too. If she makes a full transformation, she might never be able to leave the glass again.

But Monica stands her ground. “I won’t stop until I help Wanda.”

Back in the Mirror, Vision investigates the edges of Hogwarts' grounds. He finds both the Forbidden Forest and the train platform inaccessible, blocked by a wall of shimmering magic glass.

Outside, the Ministry wizards see Vision begin to emerge from the Mirror. He pushes painfully, with his hands pressed against the frame, but some force is holding him back. Vision himself begins to shatter, as if he’s made of glass. Darcy, who has tried sneaking back onto the project, yells at someone to help him, as a Ministry Auror holds her back.

Billy, a Legilimens like his mother, senses his father’s distress and alerts her. To save her husband, Wanda creates a powerful wind to pulling Vision back into the Mirror…and takes most of the Ministry witches and wizards with him.

Modern wizards

When the winds die down, nearly all of the Ministry wizards are now inside the Mirror, and have been recast as House Elves, Leprechauns, and decorative Cupids. Darcy is recast as a bespeckled House Elf in a blue bellhop’s uniform.

Wanda and Vision give interviews about their ongoing life problems, to no one in particular. Vision finds Darcy, and restores her memories and human body, though she keeps the silly suit. Darcy fills Vision in on his life before the Mirror. Yet still, he can’t remember any of it. They ponder the possibility of a Memory Charm, or the simple resurrection amnesia that often plagues newborn vampires.

Monica and Jimmy remain safe outside the Mirror of Erised, but Monica is now adamant that there’s no other way to reach Wanda and stop their evil boss.

This third push through the magic glass makes Monica feel like she's shattering. All around her are the voices of her dead mother, and her absent “Aunt Carol”—Monica’s “Erised.” The temptation to just let herself melt into the glass and give up on reality is strong. But Monica is stronger. Monica finally emerges into Erised-Hogwarts, a new being. Her eyes glowing a spectrum of colors, Monica is now like a person jacked into the Matrix; the laws of physics in the world of the Mirror no longer apply to her.

It was Agatha All Along!

It’s supper time, but Billy and Tommy still aren’t back from Defense Against the Dark Arts. Wanda heads to the classroom, to find Agatha, stroking the silvery fur of her apparently corporal Patronus.

“Where are my children?” Wanda demands.

But when she attempts magic, she fails.

“Highest marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but an F in Ancient Runes!” Agatha taunts. “Only the witch who casts the runes can use her magic in the area. Every first year should know that!”

Agatha then forces Wanda to join her in entering a Pensieve, filled with all of Wanda’s worst memories. Yes, Wanda is now inside a Pensieve, while inside the Mirror of Erised. Agatha wants to know what makes Wanda’s magic tick, so she can harness it for herself.

Wanda sees her entire life play out. She and Pietro are children, living in their magically-hidden hole-in-the-wall apartment in Sokovia. Their father tries to make a living by magically burning vintage Muggle sitcoms into wizarding photos and paintings, that will play out the episodes, which he sells to wizard and witches that are Muggle enthusiasts. Then their home is destroyed, and their parents are killed.

Wanda sees herself in the dungeons of Durmstrang, approaching the glowing cauldron, and listening to her instructors tell her how to enter the experiment. She dips into the glowing cauldron like a bathtub, with the Mind Stone shining from the bottom like a light in a jacuzzi, clutching her phoenix-feather wand. There's an explosion of light, as she and her wand are fused together. And the premonition she sees of herself, as one of the most powerful witches alive... “There’s an entire Prophecy about you, in the Department of Ministries. Well, not anymore,” Agatha smirks, showing Wanda the ancient book she (Agatha) has stolen from the Ministry of Magic. "You're the Scarlet Witch!" She sees everything, from the death of her brother to the death of her lover. Finally, she sees and remembers how she ended up inside the Mirror of Erised, accidently sucking the entire castle in and casting a memory charm on everyone, including herself. And how from her emotions and memories, she accidently created a Flaga, in the form of her dead lover, Vision.

Wanda now realizes what she must do. It will be agony for her; but she cannot continue to imprison and torment her peers, just to keep her fantasy in the Mirror of Erised alive. And Agatha must be stopped.

The Darkest of Magic

The two witches start to duke it out in the sky above Hogwarts Castle, in a wandless witch's duel. Both conjure their Patronuses, straight from their hands. Señor Scratchy goes "Watership Down" on Wanda's firefinch, which retaliates in Hitchcock fashion. The corrupt Ministry wizard and his cronies make a bad situation worse, when they send their own twisted creation into the Mirror—the real body of Vision, now an unpainted white gargoyle, bent only on destroying its counterpart inside. But Erised-Vision knows that the best way to distract himself has always been philosophy, so he wins over his alter-ego with a lecture on the Ship of Theseus, some musings about the workings of Time Turners, and the parallels between Nargles and imaginary numbers.

Monica frees “Pietro” from the Imperius curse that Agatha has paced on him, and watches the Polyjuice Potion she forced him to drink wear off. Turns out, he’s just a Muggle named Ralph Boner.

Everything is going to chaos inside the Mirror of Erised (except for the two Visions, who are having a quiet discussion about the reliability of Divination, in midair in the Library). Wanda uses her recent lesson in Ancient Runes to incapacitate Agatha, and then dives into the older witch’s mind...

...Agatha is centuries old. Haling from the Salem Witch’s Institute, she was shunned by her Coven, and even her own mother, for “studying the Darkest of Magic.” Agatha then unleashed a Killing Curse on all of them. Once the heinous crime was done, Agatha’s Horcrux was made. She plucked the pendant off of her mother’s body, and pined it to her own cloak.

Agatha is brought back to the present, just in time to see Wanda’s firefinch devour Señor Scratchy. The scarlet magic shooting from Wanda’s hand briefly flashes bright green.

Goodbyes

Hogwarts has been restored. Everyone is free from the Mirror, save three people: Vision, Billy, and Tommy. Agatha lies dead on the grass outside the Mirror of Erised—or at least, her human body does. Using her powerful Scarlet Magic, Wanda fuses the pendant Horcrux into the golden frame of the Mirror of Erised, trapping what’s left of Agatha. From now on, Agatha can only exist in the role of other people’s fantasies, when they look into the Mirror. “No one will ever bother you here,” Wanda assures her enemy, through the glass.

Oblivious, the fraction left of Agatha’s soul smiles from behind the glass, in her 1950s getup. “Fabulous! See you in class, Sugar!”

Wanda apologizes to Monica, and all of her peers from Hogwarts, while Director Phucknugget is hauled off to Azkaban by the Dementors.

Headmistress McGonnagall assures Wanda that she is still welcome at Hogwarts, provided more precautions are taken with her powers. But Wanda chooses to leave the school. Before leaving the castle, Wanda pays her family one last visit. The Mirror of Erised stands in a large empty room. Separated by glass, Wanda tearfully bids goodbye to Vision, Billy and Tommy.

“Thank you for choosing me to be your mom,” she tells the boys, before they go to bed.

“Wanda,” Vision presses against the glass. “Darcy called me a ‘Flaga.’ Am I a ghost? Or just a fantasy?”

“You’re a spirit I created,” Wanda finally admits out loud. “You are my memories, and my pain. But most of all, you’re my love.”

For a moment they are able to kiss, as if the glass isn’t there. Then Wanda leaves the room, and doesn’t look back.

Epilogue

Monica is still mostly Human, but like Wanda, she is now a hybrid—in her case, part Flaga. And it turns out, there is a battle being fought in the Mirror Realm, and Monica can help.

Wanda, meanwhile, creates herself a cabin in the woods, where she studies that Prophecy book—out of body. She is interrupted by the voice of one of her sons, calling from every mirror in the house, “Mom…!”

AN: An AU of an AU! Bloody hell.

This was a nightmare, both to "draw" and write, even with most of the work "cut out" for me. But worth it.

Because life is short, the images in this picture were largely traced, or straight up pasted clipart.

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epiphany-of-a-madwoman · 4 years ago

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The Last Dragon | Witcher & Game of Thrones

Chapter 6 | Silver Towers Turned to Dust

Summary: Visenya Targaryen is the eldest and only surviving child of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. When Robert Baratheon’s rebellion was won, instead of being slaughtered by the Mountain like her mother and siblings, she was saved by Ned Stark and taken as his ward. Years later, after she’s killed at the Red Wedding, she wakes up outside Blaviken. Now she finds her destiny intertwined with the White Wolf on her quest to go back home.

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The road winds and turns ahead of Visenya, like a labyrinth that never ends. The sun bathes everything beneath it in a soft glow warm, the miles upon miles of farm fields surrounding the road basking in its radiance. Fields of overgrown grass tinged gold by the sun act as the walls around the dirt road, swaying lazily in the breeze. Yet the sun is deceiving, a chill hangs in the air, causing any travelers Visenya passes to bundle themselves further into their cloak. However, Visenya finds herself no longer affected by the cold. The fire that laid dormant just under Visenya’s skin since waking up in Blaviken furiously fighting the cold in the wind. It bubbled just under the surface, enough for her to sense it but calm enough to not cause any harm.

She’s been walking for days, mindlessly following the road, allowing the winds to guide her to her next destination. Six days. It’s been six days since the catastrophe that is Blaviken happened. And despite her best efforts, Visenya can’t seem to forget about it, no matter how hard she tries, it lingers in the back of her mind.

Every night when she lays down to go to sleep, kept company by only the stars and the trees around her, Visenya can hear the screams of the people burning alive. They echo in her mind, coming together in a sick melody, the tones grating and harsh. When she closes her eyes, even for a brief second, she can see them, their images clear enough that she could taste the fear in the air. She’d watch them burn, performing a dance of fire and blood, the personification of what House Targaryen stands for.

But the worst part isn’t the memories following her, haunting her like ghosts. It isn’t the regret and pain she feels whenever she remembers the terrible faint she bestowed upon them. No, the worst part is she didn’t care. Even on the hardest days, when she was too stuck in her melancholy she didn’t care. Their faces were fleeting, their lives unimportant, and their potential non-existent to Visenya.

She knows she committed mass murder in same way her grandfather did and she feels nothing. Nothing but a dark obsession with the fire she created.

So she runs. She locks away Blaviken in the same spot the Starks, her mother and siblings, and her own life reside.

To the left the grass rustles, breaking Visenya from her thoughts. Turning her head, she sees nothing but tall golden grass lazily swaying in the breeze; no animal or bandit preparing to ambush a lone traveller. Her eyes narrow, surveying the area one last time. A pit rests in her stomach as anxiety creeps into her mind. And as her hackles raise, so does the fire inside of her, ready to incinerate any potential attacker. But there wasn’t anything there. She rotates her body, looking in all directions hoping to spot whatever was the cause of her sudden dread. Subconsciously, her hand rests atop the pommel of her blade, readying herself to unsheathe it in a moment's notice.

But even as her keen eyes focus on the surrounding area, taking in every minor detail, she sees nothing out of the ordinary.

A second passes and she's about to turn around and continue towards the nearby inn.

Crunch.

She turns to her right, ready to unleash hellish fury on the cloaked figure standing before her. She raises her blade and brings it down towards them. The figure manages to nimbly dodge out of the way. In another fluid, motion Visenya strikes, however the blow never manages to make impact, as a blunt object makes contact with the back of her head. And as her body falls to the ground, another figure approaches. Black blotches dot her vision as the figure pulls down their hood, revealing wheat gold hair, sun kissed skin with freckles dotting their cheeks, and pointed ears.

The person, man or woman, she can’t tell - speaks to another person. The language is light and musical and completely foreign to Visenya. Her ashen brows furrow and she tries to speak, but the words get caught in her throat. So she tries again, this time managing a pitiful whine that sounds more like a dying animal than a person.

The figure's attention darts back to Visenya, an alarmed expression painted on his face. He says something else to the other person and then turns back to Visenya.

“Get some rest why don’t you,” A moment later, Visenya watches as the pommel of a dagger cracks on the top of her head, rendering her unconscious.

o0o0o0o

It’s cold, that much is obvious, so obvious Visenya - who never gets cold anymore - notices it. Not the type of cold Winterfell bestowed upon its inhabitants, pelting them in its relentless bitter chill and glistening snow that would freeze a man to death without hesitation. No, it’s a different type of cold, the one that can only come from pain and suffering that’s so strong it bleeds into the air and syphons any joy until all that’s left is frigid air that’s still like a statue.

She doesn’t hear anything, not even the distant sounds of footsteps or voices that slowly trickle into the room. It’s completely silent. The walls in the room are made of stone, with tiny rays of light pouring through the small windows. The ground beneath her is cold and wet, either stone or dirt - she isn’t sure.

And for a moment Visenya thinks she could be dead, that her attacker put more force into their strike than originally realized, but dead people wouldn’t be tied up. Her hands clench, feeling the rough rope that binds her wrists, it’s frayed and old, but tied tight.

She turns her head slightly to the right, seeing a head full of bright white hair and a wolf pendant hanging from his neck.

“Geralt.” Her voice sounds like it hadn’t been used in days, which is possible. Who knows how much time has passed.

She feels a surge of anger rushing through her, images of Renfri’s dead body lying on the ground, blood pouring from the fatal wound on her neck. And for a second she contemplates screaming and yelling at Geralt, scorning him for what he’s done. But as soon as it appears, the feeling fades, ice cold water pouring over the fire in her veins.

“Jane.” Geralt replies, turning his head so he’s looking at her. His amber eyes stare at Visenya, brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

And just like that the spell was over. Like water breaking through a dam, ambient noise streams into the room, filling Visenya’s ears with distant shouts and feet pounding. And the air… the air feels less dead.

“I don’t know, I was traveling to a nearby inn when I was ambushed. Same as you it would seem.” She turns to her left to try and get a look at their third companion who’s knocked out cold. His skin is pale like ice, but not as luminous or enrapturing, floppy brown hair that looks well washed and conditioned obscures his face. Bright blues and reds color his clothes that are ostentatious and impractical for travel, with sleeves that are slightly puffed at the shoulders.

Definitely not a warrior.

Geralt starts jerking to the left and right, attempting to free his arms from the bindings locking them in place. Combined with the sudden movement and grunts of frustration he’s letting out, the man wakes up. His lolling head shoots up, his eyes fantcally surveying the room. They land on Visenya for a moment, his eyes the same shade of blue as his shirt, before they flit to the corner of his vision. He lets out a small sigh of relief, his tense posture physically deflating as he leans against Geralt’s back.

“This is the part where we escape.” he says. Any panic or fear that he initially showed upon waking up is gone, replaced with a sense of ease and confidence. But not in his abilities, no, he seems positive Geralt will get them out of this mess.

Visenya can’t help the snort that leaves her mouth.

“This is the part where they kill us!” Geralt exclaims, not amused by the man behind him.

“Who’s they?” Visenya asks, hoping one of them could catch her up. Nobody gets the chance to reply however. A woman clothed in poorly made garments and long brown hair burst into the room.

Like a wild boar charging towards its target, she moves to the man behind Geralt, lifting her leg in a smooth motion and driving it into the man's chest. A cry of pain escapes his mouth as the wind is knocked out of him. In a language foreign to Visenya, with similar intonation to the one she heard before being knocked out, the woman says something in a scathing tone. She says the phrase at him like a cobra spitting venom.

Like the wind, the woman then moves to Geralt greeting him in the same manner, before finally moving to stand before Visenya. Her features are pointed and regal looking with delicately pointed ears. Her eyes are the same shade as the forest during the darkest night, a mix of emerald and black with a hint of silver streaming in from the moon. She would be ethereal, in a goddess of war kind of way, if not for the heavy bags under her eyes, in shades of blue and black or the sunken appearance of her face-- a sign of under-eating. But she’s proud and angry-- like a roaring lion as it shows its teeth.

Visenya golden eyes narrowed into slits, challenging the foreign woman to treat her as she did Geralt and the other man. And she did not disappoint.

Despite looking as if she could deteriorate any second now, she kicks Visenya with the force of a fabled giant, rendering Visenya breathless. For a brief moment, everything goes black as small dots cover her vision. But she doesn’t move back into the bodies behind her, or let out a grunt of pain. Her pride is too strong to show weakness, even when she’s at an obvious disadvantage.

Warm liquid begins to pool in her mouth and without hesitation, Visenya spits it out. The crimson liquid sprays in the air, the woman narrowly managing to avoid being hit.

“Elves!” Geralt exclaims. Another man in similar garb to the woman comes into the room with an ornate lute in hand. He begins buckling at the strings, breaking them as he goes. The sound is painful, similar to the noise of silverware scraping against a plate, but worse. It lingers in her head, only to return enfold when the man breaks another string.

“Oi that’s my lute. Give that back!” the man exclaims, more concerned about his lute than their safety it would seem.

“Maybe focus on staying alive.” Visenya mutters, wiggling to try and loosen the knot around her wrist.

“Quick Geralt do your- your- witchering thing!” the man finishes, unperturbed by Visenya’s comment.

“Shut up!” Geralt yells, before being kicked by the woman again, a crack resonating in the room. Visenya’s face scrunches up in a wince, the sound worse than the pain probably is.

Like a predator circling its prey, the woman makes her way back to Visenya. She leans down until the two are eye to eye, and doesn't hesitate to slap Visenya across the face, the force causing her head to swing to the left. Before she has a chance to recuperate from the blow, the woman punches the other side of Visenya’s face. Her hands slid down, finding purchase on her cloak.

The cloak Sansa made for her. One of the only things she has left of the Starks. A reminder of a time when things were simpler and she still had a home.

“No please don’t--!” Visenya desperately pleads, but it’s too late. The woman tears the fabric of the cloak. The side that had the dire wolf embroidery completely torn off. She tosses the piece behind her, bringing another hand towards Visenya’s face. The smack resounds in Visenya’s mind, her inner dragon roaring at the offense. Her skin heats up as her emotions grow unstable.

The smell of rope being singed fills the air, the binds holding Visenya loosening, however the rope is too thick to immediately burn off. When the woman’s hand makes contact with Visenya, she screams in pain and immediately recoils, tenderly touching her burned hand. The injury doesn’t stop her though. Instead she moved onto Geralt, yelling something in her foreign tongue.

“My eldar speech is rough, I only got part of that.” the man sarcastically quips. The woman dances around Visenya, refusing to even look at her.

“Humans, shut up!” she spits, glaring at the man. He then replies to her in the same language, using that same sarcastic tone.

“Do you wanna die right now?” she says, her tone more hostile than before. By this point she’d moved so she was directly across from the man in blue.

“As opposed to later?” Geralt venomously yells, once against trying to loosen the restraints. While partially singed, the rope is incredibly durable.

She swiftly kicks the mystery man in the gut, simultaneously the man with the lute breaks another string. She then moves around to Geralt

“Leave off!” Geralt yells at the woman. “He’s just a bard.” he finishes. She responds with a punch to Geralt’s face, a third string breaking.

“You don’t deserve the air you breathe.” she says, fourth string

“Everything you touch, you destroy.” another punch to the face, and the final string is broken. The man with the lute then proceeds to break the instrument over his knee as the woman finishes Geralt off with one more blow to the face.

“You hide in your golden palace. You beat a bound man, too scared to even look him in the eye!”

“Do you like my palace? Hmm?” she replies, maneuvering back to Geralt. She lowers herself to his level, grasping his chin in her hands. “Does it live up to the tales you humans tell?” she asks. Geralt responds with a head butt. The force knocks the woman to the ground and she begins coughing profusely, unable to stand up.

“Haha! Take that pointy!” the man yells. “W-wait what’s wrong with her?” the man worriedly asks once the coughing and wheezing doesn’t cease.

“She’s sick.” someone replies, two more figures entering the room. A man with blonde hair and a… goat standing upright.

“I’ve seen it all.” Visenya mutters to herself, ashen brows raised towards her hairline. Her mouth is turned downwards, watching the...creature enter the room.

“Oh and who’s this?” the man asks. The blonde figure moves to the woman profusely coughing on the ground.

“He’s Filavandrel, King of the Elves.” the goat-man replies, rushing to the other side of the woman. Visenya snorts to herself.

“One hell of a kingdom, even better subjects too.” Visenya mutters under her breath. Filavandrel responds with a piercing glare towards Visenya, but she simply snarls at him, baring her teeth at him like an animal. The blood she spit from her mouth earlier stains her mouth deep red, making her look more like a wild animal rather than human.

“Not a king. Not by choice.” he says, taking the pack the goat-man gave to him. He turns his attention to the woman and gently picks up her arms. Her hands are bright red, small blisters forming where Visenya had burned her.

“How did you get burned?” the man asks, his voice so quiet Visenya had to strain herself to hear, despite their close proximity.

“The girl burnt my hand when I touched her.” she replies, looking past him to scowl at Visenya. Geralt looks at her briefly, his brows furrowed and eyes squinted. His gaze soon switches back to their captors.

“You mean you can do that?” the man to her left exclaims, wiggling around in his spot. Visenya pointedly ignores the man.

“You were stealing for them.” Geralt says. The goat whipped his head around towards Geralt.

“I felt for them. They were forced out of Dol Blathanna.” he says.

“Forced out? No they chose --” the man begins, sounding as confused as Visenya felt, although for different reasons probably. She has no idea what an elf is, and even less what this goat creature could be identified as.

“Do you know anyone who would willingly leave their home? To starve? To have a Sylvan steal for them?” Filavandrel interrupts, he then turns his attention back to the elven woman. “Touruviel, no one was supposed to get hurt.” he scolds her.

“What’s three humans in the ground when countless elves have died.” she responds, her voice lacking the fire it held previously.

“Two humans.” Geralt rebuttals. “And you can let them go.”

“Then Posada will learn that we’ve been stealing.” Filavandrel replies, standing from his position, moving towards them. “The humans will attack. Many will die… on both sides.” he spits, moving to stand in front of Geralt.

“The lesser evil.” Geralt gripes, obviously unamused by the current events. “No matter what you choose you’ll come out bloody and hating yourself. Trust me. “ Geralt says, conviction behind every word.

Visenya continues to stare straight ahead, not looking at anything in particular. Flashes of Blaviken enter her mind, but she forcibly pushes them away.

Filavandrel simply shakes his head, he kneels before Geralt. “I can’t. And this is necessary.” he replies, leaning over to unsheathe a dagger.

“I understand.” Geralt says. “As long as you understand it won’t be long before you join me.”

“Yes, because they pushed us from viable soil.” Filavandrel says. “Even chaos is polluted. Synthetically enhanced so humans can make magic.”

“Chaos is the same it’s always been, the humans just adapted better.”

“You say adapt, and I say destroy.”

“You are choosing to starve. You’re cutting off your own ear to spite your face.”

“Do you think this is about pride?” Anger simmers under the surface of his words, the rage barely kept in check. “My elders worked with humans and got robbed of everything they had. And when they fought back, they were slaughtered. “The Great Cleansing,” humans call it. I call it digging a mass grave for everyone I loved. And now the humans proudly watch these very fields grow… our babies fertilizer for their grain. I don’t want to bury anyone else.” He pauses, his voice turning more somber.

Like tiny flares, memories flash into Visenya’s mind: Running around The Red Keep when she was a child; tightly holding onto the skirt of her mother’s dress; reading her any book she could find after she gave birth to Aegon and was bedridden for nearly a year. She can almost smell The Red Keep, a cacophony of floral from the gardens, incense trickling through the windows, and the musk from ancient books.

“I was once Filavandrel of the Silver Towers, now I’m Filavandrel of the edge of the world.”

There’s a pause, everything in the room growing still. Visenya moves her gaze to her left, looking towards Filavandrel who is still sitting in front of Geralt.

His face can only be described as defeated. His silvery blue eyes are dull and dead, a stark difference to the glittering brightness they probably used to burn with. They look more like a foggy sky, the crystalline blue sky muddled by dirt and pollution. His lips are pulled into a thin line, lines embedded in his forehead and around his mouth. His cheeks are sunken in as well, dirt spotting his sun kissed skin.

“I understand.” Her voice is raw, why is it so raw? “When I was five, my family was killed in a rebellion. My mother and siblings were murdered, and my father fell in battle. The savage who killed my mother was pardoned and the killer of my father became king. Neither suffered any consequences. In fact, the bodies of my brother and sister were wrapped in cloaks in the color of their killer to be presented to the new king as a token of loyalty,”

It’s strange, speaking about past events outloud and remembering each detail so vividly. She’s always known their fate, the sound of her mother’s screams keeping her up in the middle of the night, the sound of her skull being crushed haunting even the sweetest dreams.

“I was raised in a foreign country by a family not my own. But I adapted.”

Filavandrel moves from his spot in front of Geralt to instead kneel before Visenya. She manages to wiggle her hands from the partly burnt rope, grasping Filavandrel’s hand in her own. He recoils in shock but doesn’t pull away, his eyes locked on Visenya.

“I never forgot my dead and neither should you.” she continues in a much softer tone than before. “But I adapted,” Visenya says, looking Filavandrel directly in the eye. “And you can too.”

He simply continues to stare at her, his eyes boring deep inside her own. An air of hopelessness and sorrow surrounds him, his light blue eyes are more ancient than his youthful face should allow. And he’s beautiful, despite how malnourished and dirty he is, dressed in rags that are ill fitting on his scrawny form. She can see past all of that and visualize the former glory he used to possess before everything came crashing down.

“I can’t.” he says. “If my people come down from these mountains, that would mean bowing to human sovereignty. They’ll make slaves of us. Pariah’s from half-blood children.” he fiercely exclaims.

“Then go somewhere else.” Geralt interrupts. “Rebuild. Get strong again. Show the humans that you are more than what they fear you to be.” he finishes. Filavandrel releases himself from Visenya’s grasp, moving back to Geralt.

“Like you, Witcher?”

“I have learned to live with them. So that I may live” Geralt simply replies. The woman stands from her sitting position, moving over to them.

“Please my king. There are others. A new generation. Evellian who wish to fight!” the woman nearly shouts, burning passion lacing each word. “Let us take back what’s ours. Starting now” she finishes. Filavandrel leans over, grasping the hilt of his dagger once more.

“Wait!” the Sylvan exclaims, grabbing onto Filavandrel’s shoulder.

“Torque, stand aside.” Filavandrel exclaims, jerking his shoulder out of the Sylvan's grasp.

“The Witcher could’ve killed me. But he didn’t. He’s different, like us.” the Sylvan finishes. Filavandrel simply shoves Torque away with his shoulder, staring intently at Geralt, his eyes occasionally flickering back to Visenya.

“If you must kill me… I am ready. But the Sylvan’s right.” Geralt intervenes. “Don’t call me human.” he holds his head up to expose his neck to the elves. Filavandrel moves to the other side, directly across from Visenya, holding up the dagger high in the air. Visenya’s eyes squeeze shut, not wanting to watch Geralt and their third companion be butchered. Like lightning, the dagger flies through the air and a sharp crack rings in the air. The ropes binding their arms loosens and falls to the ground. Visenya cracks one eye, then slowly the next.

“Oh good, we're not dead. Love it when I do that.”

o0o0o0o

“That was a nice touch, the whole ‘I know how you feel’ thing.” The man mutters to Visenya, a lopsided grin resting on his face. His floppy brown hair is disheveled, pieces of it sticking to his forehead due to sweat. Some blood spills from the corner of his mouth, where the elven woman hit him - multiple times. His bright eyes look at Visenya like a puppy would look at a child, wide-eyed and full of wonder. “Really sets a vulnerable tone.” he finishes, strumming the new lute Filavandrel had gifted him to replace his now broken one.

Geralt is a few steps away from them, gathering his weapons and other items the elves took when they captured him. Despite not looking at them and giving no indication he’s listening, Visenya knows he is. His attention seems too intently focused on the pack in his hands.

Visenya simply rolls her eyes at the man, moving across the room to retrieve her possessions. As she passes him, Geralt nods his head in acknowledgment but says nothing. His eyes are scrutinizing her face like she’s a locked box that he’s attempting to unravel. Not that Visenya can condemn him for his curiosity, only moments ago she revealed a piece of her life in Westeros. However, Geralt was merciful enough to not vocalize his inquiries and for that, she is grateful.

“I do believe this belongs to you.” Filavandrel stands behind her, a familiar longsword in his hands, offering her the blade. Visenya grasps it, the cool metal of the hilt a stark contrast to her warm skin. The silver dragon design coils around the hilt, the gleaming red gemstones set in the design imitating two draconic eyes peering into Visenya’s soul. The blade makes a soft shing as it’s slowly unsheathed. The smooth metal glistens in the light as the soft sunbeams reflect off it. She takes her time intently inspecting the blade, memorizing each slight imperfection from the extensive battles it’s seen.

“A dragon on the hilt, an interesting touch,” he notes, watching Visenya tracing the details of the blade with her eyes. Filavandrel notes the reverence in her eyes, often not seen in an untrained soldier with a sword.

“A gift from a friend,” Visenya answers his unasked question, eyes moving to meet his. His gaze is as intense as it was before, however, the delicate smile resting on his face eases any discomfort. His eyes move to Visenya’s cloak, torn from where Touruviel had ripped it when Visenya was bound. Her hand follows his eyes, feeling the ribbon of the cloak with the embroidered wolf. It limply dangles from her shoulder area, the damage far beyond anything Visenya’s skill could fix, at least to make it appear as it was before.

“I am sorry about your cloak.” he apologizes, guilt flooding his facial expressions. Visenya simply shakes her head, hand dropping back to her side.

“It’s fine, could've been worse.” Visenya shrugs her shoulders, not sure what else to say.

“Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that, while the weather is comfortable during the day, the nights are cold - too cold to go without proper supplies.” he rebuttals. His concern for her comfort moderately amuses Visenya. Her lips faintly turn upwards, not a full smile, but enough to show her gratitude towards Filavandrel.

“I don’t find myself getting cold these days,” Visenya answers, her voice softer than the hints of sunlight flooding the room. A stark contrast to the severe tone she’d used moments ago towards Touruviel.

An amused expression snakes itself onto Filavandrel’s face, his soft blue eyes alight with humor and an upward curve of his lips. “Even so, I feel I should still apologize on Touruviel’s behalf. She can be overly zealous concerning her convictions.” Filavandrel replies, his tone apologetic. Before he can continue with needless apologies, Visenya reaches her hand out to grasp his own, cutting him off.

“You don’t need to apologize. Your people have seen the worst humanity has to offer.” Visenya remarks eyes quickly darting to Touruviel who’s been watching Visenya intently, hands ghosting on her dagger as Visenya makes physical contact with Filavandrel. Her gaze moves back to him as she removes her hand from his. “She holds an explosive passion for her people, perhaps you could learn a thing or two from her.” Visenya teases, her words lacking any bite to them. A hearty chuckle leaves Filavandrel’s mouth, the humor returning to his eyes.

By this point Geralt and his companion have walked through the doorway to leave, Geralt awkwardly hanging by the exit watching Visenya, not attempting to be subtle. In his hands, he holds a pack that distinctly resembles hers.

“Perhaps so.” he muses after his laughter silences. Noticing where her gaze is, Filavandrel turns towards the exit, holding his arm out to Visenya, offering himself as an escort. She delicately weaves her arm around his elbow, a nonverbal cue for them to move forward.

“If I thought I could, I’d point you in the direction of my aunt, Daenerys. From the information I’ve been given, the people have taken to calling her the Breaker of Chains. Her army and three dragons would make for a worthy ally to your cause and a fearsome enemy to your oppressors.” Visenya absentmindedly says as they get closer to the exit. Upon closing the distance between them, Geralt tosses Visenya’s pack towards her, which her free hand catches with ease.

“Queen Calanthe would be cowering in her palace.” Filavandrel muses in a light-hearted tone. “However from your phrasing and previous information, I gather this aunt is somewhere my people can’t reach,” he adds, taking note of her slightly crestfallen tone.

“Your assumption is correct.” Visenya plainly replies, staring straight ahead. Her thoughts once again wander home. The desire she’d felt to sail east had burned like ice in her veins upon hearing about the return of dragons due to Daenerys. The only thing keeping her was the loyalty she’d felt to Ned Stark and by extension - Robb and the northerners. A small part of her wonders how different things would’ve been if she had left, sailed to Slaver's Bay and never looked back, joining her Aunt in war as opposed to the North. Would she still become food to the crows, or be covered in glittering jewels worthy of a dragon princess. Would she don glorious plate armor, the design similar to her own father’s? These distant thoughts matter little, Visenya made a conscious choice to stay, and in turn die, in Westeros.

While Visenya was too busy lost in her own mind, Filavandrel had guided her out of the building the elves made their sanctuary, far away from bigoted humans. The natural crevices in the walls act as windows, allowing for natural sunlight to stream into the hall. The sun is in the beginning stages of setting, creating a warm glow, making the beings in the vicinity appear ethereal and surreal. Visenya’s eyes trace the faint halo above Geralt’s head, the sun reflecting off his white hair beautifully.

Beautiful; not a word Visenya would think to use to describe Geralt, but it fits.

Geralt and his companion wander ahead of them, the Witcher never more than three steps from her. It warmed Visenya’s heart, that despite hardly knowing her, he felt the need to protect her - something Visenya doesn’t doubt he’d be easily capable of. Despite the elves vastly outnumbering them, they were starving and Geralt is highly trained and they were starving.

The elves they pass watch them warily, most wearing vicious sneers on their faces, keeping a scrutinizing eye on the humans. A few of the elves reach to grasp their weapons, preparing themselves for a fight. The floppy-haired man carefully watches his surroundings, his expression giving away his nerves as he worries his bottom lip. Geralt seems completely calm - if he is aware of their hostility, he remains unbothered. But if Blaviken was any indication of his treatment, hostility is something he’s very familiar with.

The closer they get to the exit, the brighter the sunlight grows, the elves becoming more frequent until eventually, they reach what seems to be the main entrance. Filavandrel pulls his arm away from Visenya’s and moves towards the front of the group. He opens the door, motioning for Geralt to move through. He mutters lowly to Geralt, the witcher replying with a simple grunt. Next through is the floppy-haired man, nodding in acknowledgment at Filavandrel. Visenya’s gaze locks onto Touruviel, who’d been stalking behind them, her razor-sharp gaze locked on Visenya, who offers the woman a small smile, attempting to diffuse the elf’s rage. Touruviel responds with a sneer, clutching her injured hand that had been wrapped in bandages. She spits something at Visenya in her native tongue, lacing the words with venom, but makes no hostile movements.

“Perhaps the finest thing to come from this is making your acquaintance.” Filavandrel’s words pull Visenya’s attention back to him. He’s still standing by the door, arms outstretched towards her. A beaming smile rests on his face, his eyes no longer weighed down by the responsibilities that were thrusted upon him - at least for the moment, making his timeless face appear more youthful. It’s so infectious Visenya can’t help but return it. She moves towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she passes.

“I’m flattered, your grace.” Visenya quips, light joking lacing the formality. He raises his eyebrows at her joke but does nothing else. She moves past the door with a hand still on Filavandrel, feeling the fresh air hitting her face. She turns to face him, his body moving like a magnet to match her. “About what Touruviel said earlier about a new generation wanting to fight back,” she remarks, Filavandrel opens his mouth to interrupt, but Visenya pushes on before he can. “You can count me in. It would be an honor to fight alongside your people.” she finishes. The light expression on his face instantly shifts into disbelief, his eyes, however, look at her with an admiration that wasn’t present before.

“You shall be the first ally I call upon,” he claims, managing to regain his composure. Visenya responds with a beaming smile. Her golden eyes - beaming with delight - could rival the sun on the hottest summer day. She leans forward, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“I promise you, my life is eternally richer by meeting you,” she tells him, and she means it. “Until we meet again Filavandrel,” she adds, before releasing her grip and moving towards Geralt and his companion. Geralt is watching with a neutral expression and his arms crossed over his chest. His companion’s composure is the exact opposite, watching with wide eyes, trying to take in every detail of the scene before them. Unknowingly to Visenya, he is planning his next ballad, based on what unfolded before him. She moves towards them, not stopping once she reaches them but just continues forward. Geralt and his companion follow suit, however, the man rushes forward until he’s keeping pace with Visenya.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure to formally meet my lady,” he comments, dashing to stand in front of Visenya. She pauses her movement as the man kneels before her, grasping her hand in his own. “Julian Alfred Pankratz, but you may call me Jaskier,” he says as he attempts to pull her hand towards his lips but Visenya jerks away before he can.

“Jane.” she plainly replies, hoping to not encourage the man further. Either he doesn’t get the hint, or he decides to disregard it.

“I am but a humble bard blinded by the beauty of the woman before me…” he begins but is interrupted by Geralt, who is a few steps behind Visenya.

“Leave her, Jaskier,” he demands. His eyes are locked on the man in question, his ashen brows furrowed and lips pulled in a tight line.

“Perhaps the lady would like to hear a ballad, each line inspired by her beautiful golden eyes.” Jaskier continues, completely ignoring Geralt. Visenya sighs in annoyance, staring straight ahead. She side-eye's Jaskier, sending a chilly glare his way before continuing to move, albeit at a faster pace than before hoping to get ahead of the persistent bard. Similar to when Geralt demanded Jaskier to leave her alone, he chooses to ignore Visenya’s cold reception of him. The soft sounds of a lute begin to resound in the area when Jaskier starts singing a soft ballad, the song lyrics thinly veiled references about Visenya.

Geralt moves up until he’s walking beside Visenya, leaving the bard in the back. His lips still pulled into a tight line, eyes narrowing in concentration as he stares ahead. There is a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, that grows more apparent the louder Jaskier’s singing becomes. His jaw is clenched so tightly, Visenya could swear a few of his veins have popped. A slight smirk tugs itself onto Visenya's face as she continues to watch his irritation grow. Out of the corner of his eyes, Geralt notices Visenya’s amusement.

“Something funny?” he questions, his deep voice closely resembling a growl. Visenya’s gaze moves from Geralt’s face to the rolling fields ahead of them. The soft crunch of the grass beneath her feet is a stark contrast to Jaskier’s incessant singing. A soft giggle bubbles from her mouth, her hand immediately coming up to her lips to stifle the sound. But the damage has been done. Instead of looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, he turns to face her head-on. She shakes her head, unable to silence her laughter. All the while, Geralt continues to stare at her. The only sign of his amusement is the slight twitch in his furrowed brows.

“It’s nothing. I just forgot how vexed you always seem to be.” Visenya muses, after managing to silence her laughter. His face relaxes as her words sink in, a single brow rising in questioning.

“This is the second time we’ve encountered each other.” he points out, a teasing undertone hidden in his gruff voice.

“Then it would seem you’ve made an impression, Geralt of Rivia,” Visenya claims, not missing a beat. She turns her head to meet his gaze for a split second, a teasing grin resting on her lips, amber eyes alight with mischief. A simple grunt is all Visenya gets in response to her banter.

A moment of silence passes between the two of them. By this point, Jaskier’s singing has ceased and instead, he opted to idly strum his new lute, silent for the first time since Visenya met him. The sky is a beautiful blend of vivid oranges and reds. Fluffy white clouds conceal the majority of the sun, causing the rays that peek through the clouds to appear more concentrated. Visenya can’t help but stare, her face alight with childlike wonder at the sky being so beguiling and surreal, looking akin to a painting rather than a natural cause. Geralt sneaks a glance at Visenya out of the corner of his eye.

“So my fair friends! Where to now?” Jaskier exclaims, rushing to stand in between Geralt and Visenya - his brief silence over. His lute is slung over his shoulder, his face stuck in a puppy dog state. He throws his arms over their shoulders, however, Geralt swiftly shoves Jaskier off of him, continuing forward at a more rapid pace than before.

“That depends, where are you planning to head off to.” Visenya inquires, side-eyeing Jaskier once again. A beaming smile breaks out on his lips, his baby blue eyes nearly as beaming as the brightest star.

“Well my lady, I will need to head back to the inn in Posada to gather my things, then perhaps I was thinking about going to Venngerburg. Who knows what the capital could offer a bard like me!” Jaskier exclaims, removing his arm from her shoulder, opting to instead practically dance around her, twirling in front of Visenya, finishing his movements by smoothly kneeling to the ground and brandishing a single flower. It’s a delicate wildflower, it’s petals a vivid red that blends with the sunset above it. Appearing as if the same artist that painted the sky dotted the field with flowers.

“Perhaps the lady would care to join me?” he asks, offering the flower to her. Visenya’s eyes flicker to Geralt momentarily before moving back to Jaskier. His eyes are hopeful as they dart across her features, attempting to discern her reaction. After a moment of contemplation, she grabs the flower from his outstretched hand.

“Perhaps the lady would like to make sure she is on the other side of the continent,” Visenya replies, mimicking Jaskier’s tone. She glides past him, placing the flower behind her ear. Jaskier stays frozen in his position, his brain not fully registering the turn of events.

She briskly moves towards Geralt to match his pace once again. The only acknowledgment he shows her is a quick glance at her before returning his attention forward. After a few moments, Jaskier manages to gather his bearings and moves to walk behind the duo. The three of them continue in silence. With no conversation acting as a distraction, Visenya finds her thoughts wandering. The elves had struck a nerve in her, their tragic fall from grace too similar to Visenya’s own house's demise. Injustice appeared to run rampant in this world - similar to Westeros. Despite being reborn with fire magic, Visenya still finds herself helpless to do anything to stop it. It was almost better when she couldn’t do anything at all.

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Eventually, they reach the main road - a brown mare that Visenya recognizes from Blaviken as Geralt’s - is patiently waiting on the side of the road. It snorts and shakes its head as Geralt approaches. He places his hand on its head, gently petting the horse as he softly speaks to it. It’s quite possibly the most tender Visenya has ever seen Geralt act. The sweet smile that had crept onto her face immediately disappears as she notices Jaskier approaching her. Before he has a chance to begin talking, Visenya throws a glare his way.

“Don’t,” she says before moving towards Geralt. By this point, Geralt is guiding the mare towards the road. Once again, she takes her place beside him. The sound of a lute smacking against a surface alerts Visenya that Jaskier is following.

“So what now?” Visenya asks Geralt as they wander aimlessly down the road.

“Leaving.” Geralt mutters.

“Off to bigger and better adventures?” Visenya teases, nudging Geralt with her shoulder, a sly smirk on her face. He snorts in reply, unmoved by Visenya’s attempt to lightly push him.

“Something like that,” he replies, a hint of a smile on his grim face. “And you?” he asks, his gaze meeting her own. Visenya sighs, not having a clue what her next course of action should be.

“Well, my cloak is ruined so I’ll need to get it fixed. Which means I’ll need coin, which also means I need to get a job. Maybe the inn has an idiot that needs their gold relieved from their pouch.” she wistfully replies.

“I do!” Jaskier exclaims from the back. Geralt and Visenya stop and turn to look at Jaskier. His arm is raised in the air, a giddy expression lighting up his face. He swiftly lowers his hand upon gaining their attention. He stands up straighter, attempting to smooth out his clothes. “I mean - I might possibly have a job for you my lady Jane,” he adds, trying to keep his voice level and tone nonchalant.

“Really?” Visenya asks, an amused look on her face as she raises a single eyebrow, watching the man expectantly.

“Truly,” Jaskier replies, running to close the distance between them. “I find myself in need of a bodyguard of sorts if you will. A bard of notoriety such as myself will need the highest security gold can buy.” he finishes, running his hands through his already messy hair. Geralt snorts, nudging his horse to continue moving forward, leaving Visenya and Jaskier. Visenya momentarily glances at Geralt’s retreating figure before returning her attention to Jaskier.

“I’ve never heard of you before,” she notes, scrutinizing Jaskier’s face, trying to see if his offer had any double meanings.

“I assure you, my lady, I’m up and coming. Before you know it, kings and queens everywhere will be begging for me to perform at their parties!” Jaskier exclaims, wrapping his arm around Visenya’s shoulder as he leads her down the road - the same direction Geralt went. “Which means - should I acquire any rivals or perhaps trouble during my travels - I will need someone with a very large sword at my back.” he continues. Visenya once again snorts, watching Jaskier from the corner of her eyes.

“Fine.” she relents. His eyes widen in surprise momentarily at her agreeance to his offer. “But there’s going to be some rules.” she sternly finishes, narrowing her eyes at him to get her point across.

“Anything.” he quickly exclaims, with a large smile on his face. With the fluidity of a practiced warrior, Visenya shoves her elbow into Jaskier’s side. The bard crumbles to the ground, moaning in pain as he holds onto his right side, attempting to ease the pain.

“Don’t touch me,” she says, continuing down the road.

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 5 years ago

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Thomas Ships Week Day 7

Day 7 (March 28): Free day // AUs

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Ship: DLAMPTR Thomas and all the known sides

Characters: Thomas, Virgil, Patton, Logan, Remus, Roman, Deceit, Joan is mentioned.

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Words: 818

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@tsxsidesweek

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“I spy, with my little eye… something that starts with S...” Roman drawled there he laid sprawled on the couch.

“Stairs.” Virgil grumbled, face down on the floor.

“You gotta look up Virgil!” Roman whined, only getting a huff in reply. “And no, not the stairs.”

“Stars?” Logan asked pointing outside to the stars barely visible through the window.

“Nooo… not the stars either, teach.”

“The sand Remus dragged in last time Thomas went to the beach?” Patton asked.

“What?! Oh- no. not sand.”

“Solitude.” Deceit said not looking up from the book he was reading, perched on the armrest on the armchair Logan was sitting on.

“How would Roman be able to see that?” Logan questioned.

“It starts with S.”

“SEXUAL TENSION!” Remus shouted, as he appeared behind the couch, making Roman screech and fall off, landing on top of Virgil who wheezed and gave away a startled hiss and screech, trying to scramble out from under Roman but only succeeding in elbowing him in the shoulder.

“No! Not that either!”

“Aw come on bro! There haven’t been any fun bedroom activities for a whole week! I’m withering! Mister Daddy Thomas, Sir! CLAIM ME! TAKE ME RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW-” Remus words got muffled by his own hands as Deceit stared at him in a flustered mortification.

The sound of the front door opening made them all turn to see how Thomas entered, talking on the phone with someone, from the sound of things it was Joan.

Remus perked up instantly and before any of the others could stop him he lunged at Thomas.

“Remus nO!” Patton cried out.

Thomas turned and yelped before he stumbled when Remus barrelled into him, jumping and hugging around his torso like a koala.

“No- I’m fine, Joan… Just got a attention seeking side clinging to me.” Thomas said, as he lowered his head to give Remus a peck on the forehead, making Remus blink up at him with starry eyes and beaming smile.

Thomas said goodbye to Joan before he hung up, and entered the living room, not bothered by the chaotic side clinging to him.

“What happened?” Thomas asked when he caught sight of Roman and Virgil on the floor, Virgil having given up on trying to get free from under Roman who had made himself comfortable in the sprawled heat he landed in.

“Gravity happened-” Virgil wheezed out.

Thomas reached out and helped Roman up, giving the other creative side a peck on the cheek in greeting, making Roman blush and made a swooning noise, before sitting down on the couch. Thomas unwrapped Remus from his torso, making the other creative side crash to the couch as well. now with his body freed, he crouched down to give Virgil a kiss in greeting as well, before he moved over to Patton, kissing his nose, making Patton giggle. Thomas gave a kiss to Logan’s brow and a kiss to Deceit’s cheek.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Thomas asked looking at all his sides. Virgil had pushed himself to sit up, leaning against the couch.

“We were thinking a Disney marathon and some healthy snacks.” Logan said.

“Sounds good.”

It didn’t take much to create the pillow fort on the floor before the TV.

They had all changed into onesies, expect for Logan and Deceit who were in their pyjamas. Remus was in a mouse onesie, Roman was in a lion one, Patton had his usual cat onesie, and Virgil was in his skeleton one and Thomas got cozy in his batman onesie.

The snacks consisted of popcorn, and homemade chips and a bowl with grapes and some clementines and apples as well, not red ones, due to Roman’s extreme dislike to any red apple.

Doing a Disney marathon ended up being a bit harder than they had thought, not that Thomas had a lack of Disney movies, it was more on the line of if Pixar counted as Disney or not.

This became the loudest argument between Roman and Deceit. Remus tried to get some darker movies into the marathon, but only succeeded with them adding Anastasia to the mix despite it not being a Disney movie. That didn’t stop Remus and Deceit to loudly perform ‘In the Dark of the Night’.

There was no question about it when all the sides along with Thomas sang, or in Logan’s case “rapped” through ‘Be Prepared’ when they watched the three old Lion King movies.

It was almost midnight when everyone was almost asleep. Thomas fell asleep last, managing to turn off the TV before he closed his eyes, head resting on Logan’s stomach, Deceit clinging to one of his legs, due to the side getting cold in his sleep and had snuggled closer. Remus wrapped around his waist snoring into Deceit’s back. Roman was sprawled like a starfish further away, snoring in tandem with Remus. Patton snuggled close to him.

#Sanders Sides #DLAMPTR #Janus #Sympathetic Deceit #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Thomas #text #the fox writes #Tsxsides #Thomas Ships Week #Thomas Ships Week Day 7

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adhd-demetri · 4 years ago

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First things first, love the new url, it's super you. Second are you working on the story for your oc? I actually want to read more on it -Jane

Yep and after thinking about it, if you have a twilight oc, message me and I'll add them into the story :) but this is it so far. Consider this a free sample

~Breaking news~

Things are getting pretty wild in ohio near cowan lake campgrounds. Two coyotes and wolf have been spotted in the area roaming around together wrecking havoc and panic. Biologists are baffled by the sudden appearance of a wolf in ohio with what is supposed to be their enemy.

No one knows where the trio came from but police and wildlife officials are urging people to haze them away and for parents of pets and children alike to keep a sharp eye on them.

Witnesses say they have been seen near dumpsters and trash cans tearing open bags of uneaten food-

-Click-

Demi turned off his phone as he took a bite out of a sub he and his mate had dug out of the dumpster. He snickered at the thought of him, his little brother and his mate 'wrecking havoc' over simply digging in dumpsters for goodies people through out. Like phone chargers, towels, clothing, sleeping bags and even small one person tents with easy fixes.

People are so wasteful. Throwing away perfectly good treasures. Oh well, they were now theirs.

Casper walked up behind him and threw down a tent that he just patched up. It was a cheap green and beige 4 person tent that had a hole in the roof of it. It wasn't nothing special truthfully.

"What do you think? Nice patch work right?" He said looking very proud of his work. Demi turned around and ran his fingers over the the patch, inspecting the delicate stitching and the vinyl that protected them from wear-and-tear.

"Looks good Cas, can't imagine why someone would get rid of this for a easy fix!" He shrugged, oh well. It now belongs to his younger brother.

As he got up from the forest floor, he dusted off the leaves and dirt that clung to the back of his pants. Grabbing the tent, he headed to Caspers car that was parked by an abandoned entrance way that led to overgrown trails leading to their little hideout.

"Hey alex. Check it out, Cas fixed you a tent. Now you can go camping with us instead of sleeping in the car." He said giving his 10 year old little brother the now fixed up tent.

Alex was sitting in the back playing mario kart tour on his phone. He glanced down quickly and laid his phone down. He picked up the tent bag and looked at its contents. His baby blue eyes started to widen with excitement.

"Th-this is for me? My own tent? Wow this is so cool!" The little blond was practically jumping up and down in his spot with pure joy and happiness radiating off of him. He was so happy to have his own tent finally.

"Yup, tonight Cas and I can teach you how to put it up and when we leave, take it down. Sound good?"

"Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!" He suddenly slammed into Demi with a tight hug. Demi patted his head and pulled the excited child off of himself.

Alex went back to playing his game. Demi went back and sat on the ground to join Casper in the small clearing while he was redoing the zipper work on one of the sleeping bags. Casper nearly had this one finished up and planned on giving it to Alex since it had Kion and other lion guard characters on it. Casper concentrated as he worked on stitching the zipper to the sleeping bag.

"Soooo Alex loved his tent. Thank you for fixing it up for him."

"No problem. Seemed better than sitting in the car ya know? Oh hey look I finally got it stitched. You know these zippers are so hard to fix now a days." He said zipping up the bag and admiring his work.

He looked up and noticed the sun was starting to paint the sky in a beautiful array of oranges and pinks mixed with some purples and blues. The air felt slightly cooler than it did before.

Demi rolled his eyes and simply smiled.

He knew it was time to get going and head back to the campgrounds.

Casper followed right behind him and started up his car. They headed back to Cowan Lake campgrounds tenting area.

"Hey alex! Buckle up bud!" He yelled getting back up and getting into the car to leave.

The ride there was quite relaxing as the trio was simply jamming out to some music on their way to the campgrounds. They didn't have a care in the world it seemed.

They finally made it back to their spot. Alex quickly hopped out along with his tent and claimed a spot right next to where Demi and Casper's tent was. He started to pull everything out of the make shift bag that he had stuffed it in previously.

Demi quickly got out and ran to him. He didnt want Alex to lose anything.

"Hey bud slow down, We still got to help you put it up. Cas you want to get the fire going? We can roast some shmellows and some hot dogs. I'm starved!" Demi quickly started unraveling the tent and pulling out the poles, laying them nice and neat.

While they did that, Casper started up the fire. It roared to life after a few moments of poking and prodding it with fiery paper. He grabbed all the goodies, the roasting sticks and a mini table from his car.

The sun sunk down below the trees as the beauty of the moon rose to the sky. She bathed the area in a soft ghostly white glow.

Meanwhile Alex and Demi finally got his tent all nice and set up. It looked a little worn down but it was definitely still usuable.

"Hey who wants shmellows? We got some dogs that need roasting too!" Cas called out to Demi and Alex. He laid out the marshmallows and chocolate along side the hotdogs, gram crackers and bread. Alex and Demi joined him by the cozy fire grabbing a few bits of food and wolfing them down like ravenous animals.

Demi shushed him real quick. He didn't want to disturb others and cause any unnecessary commotion. The last time that happened didn't end well .... for the other person that is.

Around them other campfires crackled and popped while kids and couples alike told stories and roasted foods. Some saying goodnight while others stayed out.

"So when the fire goes out, do you two want to go on a run? I'm pretty sure that stupid Cullen family is out hunting and I do NOT want him near our area." Demi asked Casper and Alex.

Casper thought about it for a moment and mouthed I dont care while shoving a hotdog in his mouth. Alex simply shook his head yes as he ate a burnt gooey marshmallow.

"Yeah it's a full moon tonight! And I haven't ran with you guys in forever!" Alex shouted a tad bit to loud grabbing the attention of a few nearby campers.

"Let's wait till 10. Most of the other campers will be asleep and in their tents by then. It would be the perfect time to slip out." Demi said leaning into his mate's embrace.

No one screams at his little brother for being excited.

"Yeah, it has been awhile hasn't it? It's about time we run and get a good idea of how big our territory is too if this is our permanent home." Casper said.

Demi nodded in agreement as he got up. He went to his and Casper's tent and stripped down to just his incredibly warm out pants. He didn't care if these pants got destroyed while shifting. They've been through so much and it was time to finally to get rid of them.

Casper got up from his spot and joined Demi in the tent. He wrapped his arms around Demi's midsection, pulling him into a warm hug.

"So when you want to head out love?" He whispered.

They both sat down on their makeshift bed. Minutes passed as they simply stayed still together.

A sense of euphoria enveloped him. What a lovely feeling it was.

He got up quickly, peeking out of the tent entrance way.

Neither wanted this moment to end.

His little brother crossed his mind. He left him out there by the fire by himself!

Hide and seek

Thankfully the fire was dying since no one was paying it any attention.

His brother was lying down on the grass. His headphones over his head and his hand tracing the stars as he sang a familiar song quietly. His head bobbing in sync to the beat.

Reason and rhyme

Grand and glorious

Living the dream

yours and mine

~ Euphoria!

As he sand the last part, his arm fell to his side. A smile was spreading across his face as he lost himself in his own little world of euphoria.

Demi felt his body shift quickly. Thankfully his pants were worn enough to not make hardly any noise. Brown, orange and white fur littered from his skin quickly.

The feeling of happiness and joy could be felt radiating from him once again.

Demi sighed to himself, grateful his brother was ok.

"Everything alright love?"

"Yeah, just got worried about Alex but he's fine. He's in his own little world right now."

"I can tell. I can feel it from here."

Demi went back and sat down. He searched for his phone to check the time.

9:57 PM

All of the other campers were asleep by now. The only ones awake at this point was the trio.

Casper's body morphed as well. Silvery gray fur with white swirls that resembled a starry galaxy painted his skin. His body shifted and the shorts he had were ripped quickly.

And just like that, a coyote that could blend in with the autumn themed environment stood before Casper.

The air swirled around Demi. With it, The smell of wet leaves and smoke with sugary delights. Demi inhaled the savory scents before making his way to the child that was still relaxed on the grass.

And just like that, a wolf stood above Demi in the 10 person tent.

Giving his mate a quick nuzzle, Demi slowly crept outside the tent. He didn't want to wake anyone or draw attention to himself. He still had to get Alex into their tent.

Demi nudges Alex with his snoot, urging him to get up. Alex realised it was time and ran to his brother's tent as there would be no room to shift in his own.

Soon after a small blondish white coyote pup came out. His ears and tail were probably the most unique feature both the wolf and coyote have ever seen.

Casper ran out of tent to give Alex some privacy.

'So Cas, did you hear what they said about us on the news? They think we are trouble makers!

Just were the ears attach to the head, Alex's fur was a shiny metallic gold color. His tail was the same way.

He jumped up into the air and started to run a tad bit. The excitment seemed to rub off on Demi. He too started to jump around with his little brother. Together their energy seemed to wile them up even more.

With a burst of energy, the trio took off onto the road. Demi and Alex yipped along the way down the road. Casper's tongue lulled out of his mouth while he ran.

Alex on the other paw didn't want to go digging like his older brother. He was more interested in the playground that was close by and the toys that had been abandoned there as well.

Ha! Can you believe that? Let's give them real trouble!'

Cas nodded in response. He started to slow down as they approached the dumpsters. The overwhelming smell of garbage that has been marinating all day under a scorching hot sun wafted around the trio.

Demi charged ahead of them. He loved digging in the trash, all kinds of goodies people would throw out for no reason was calling his name!

He chased after his brother though.

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e-of-west-glendia · 5 years ago

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Remember That

Regulus stumbled as he felt his feet hit solid ground. No matter how many times he'd done it, he'd never get used to the feeling of apparition. It was like the feeling of the drop on a rollercoaster. Except with all the stomach uphending nausea and none of the thrill. He stumbled towards a tree, and leaned against it for support. Closing his eyes and taking long, slow breaths.

He stayed there for a while catching his breath and forcing himself to fend off a panic attack. He didn't do well with small spaces, and apparition was all about small spaces.

The telltale CRACK of someone apparating forced him into a standing position. As sick as he felt, he'd rather rather kiss a dementor than be caught showing weakness.

"Having trouble, are we?"

Regulus stifled a groan. Even with a mask on there was no mistaking the cold drawl of Lucius Malfoy's voice. The man was worse than Voldemort, and Regulus currently had no use for Malfoy's holier-than-thou bullshit. The man didn't seem to realize that he was just a pawn in a much, much bigger chess game.

He gave Malfoy a cold once over. Eternally grateful to his mask which concealed his look of utter disdain. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth and he couldn't suppress a snort of laughter when Malfoy tripped, and nearly fell into the dirt while walking.

"Not as much as you, evidently."

He could still feel the magic singing through his blood. Sparking and fading out as it reeled from the effects of his spell. Regulus silently thanked his teachers for their emphasis on nonverbal magic.

Lucius quickly righted himself. Regulus could feel his glare from the tree he stood near. Lucius' eyes flashed dangerously; cold and hard as steel. Another loud CRACK split the air as the rest of their party arrived. Interrupting Regulus' small moment of triumph.

Regulus moved past Malfoy and joined the others. All clad in the same dark robes and metal masks. They looked a bit like vigilantes, he thought. A group of villains pretending to be heroes. In their own twisted minds they probably thought that they were.

"What, now?" Came Lucius' voice. Apparently he'd caught up to them.

A derisive snort came from opposite them. The shrill, mocking laugh of his cousin's voice made his skin crawl.

"We wait for Dumbledore's lackies to show up," Bellatrix giggled. "And then - well, we'll see what we do to them when they get here."

Regulus repressed a shudder. He hated how ominous that statement was, and how happy she sounded when she'd said it. He'd never particularly liked any of his cousin's - except for Andromeda - but out of all of them, Bellatrix was the worst. Dozens of memories of Bellatrix tormenting him swam to the front of his mind. Each one, more horrid than the last. Her high, cold laughter was always present in each memory.

Another CRACK cut across the night. Pulling him out of past memories of Bellatrix and forcing him to deal with her in the present.

The rest of their group had arrived. Regulus didn't even need to see their faces to figure out who they were. The Lestrange brothers, Rabastan and Rodolphous, both walked with the same quiet, loping grace of lions, and the watchful eyes of hawks. Then there was Yaxley, whose only purpose seemed to be brute force.

Snape had a rather distinct way he carried himself. It was an odd mix between a dejected slouch of his skinny frame, and a confident stroll. Two things that should never be able to mix. Regulus could see why his brother hated him so much. Whenever he saw him without the mask on, Snape had a curiously haunted look in his eyes that reminded him too much of himself. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Severus' childhood hadn't been any better than his own. Although Regulus got the distinct feeling that Snape had joined the Death Eaters for much different reasons than he had.

The last addition to their group Regulus hated the most. He honestly couldn't begin to imagine why they let Greyback tag along. Was it a scare tactic? If so, they were doing a mighty fine job of it. He would never admit it but, Regulus was scared of Greyback. Screw that he was terrified. Regulus had met plenty of werewolves in his life but none gave him the same dark, disgusted feeling as Fenrir Greyback. He was the literal physical embodiment of a wolf. From the way that he carried himself all the way to the way he dressed. It seemed as though at some point the line between man and wolf had merged and become one. His clothing was ragged and dirty and his teeth were sharpened into points. His eyes gleamed with a feral, almost hungry light. Regulus wasn't one for religion and he had no spiritual beliefes; but even he could tell this man had no soul.

Regulus released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Just thinking about Fenrir set his nerves on edge.

Bellatrix smirked. "Now this is a party."

Greyback smiled back at her. His expression laced with malice.

From behind his mask Rabastan said, "Indeed it is."

Rodolphous surveyed the surrounding area and then turned back to their group.

"Are we sure this is the right spot? It seems awfully...quiet," his voice faded to a quiet hiss at the end. Regulus could practically see his raised eyebrows through his mask.

Lucius bristled. "I'm pretty damn sure Rodolphous, seeing as I'm the who procured the information that lead us to this location." Luciud paused for a moment, as if trying to size the other man up. "Or are you calling me a liar," he sneered.

"Not directly," Rodolphous drawled.

Lucius started towards Rodolphous, hand already buried in his robes, reaching for his wand. Regulus swiftly blocked his path, positioning himself between the two men. Silently begging Lucius not to do anything rash while he turned to Rodolphous and said, "We're in the right place."

Rodolphous cocked his head to the side, inquisitive.

"I checked with the Dark Lord himself," he said firmly.

Rodolphous did somewhat of a double-take, and stepped back.

"Well if our Lord says so…" he murmured, trailing off.

A fourth CRACK split the air. The sound - although it was still loud - was muted with distance.

"Right on time," Rabastan remarked.

The group of Death Eaters crept towards the noise. It was a rare time where they weren't rushing head on at the situation, instead they were going for a surprise attack. Regulus wasn't sure which was worse. Giving the people some warning before he murdered them, or none at all.

The closer they got the more Regulus could pick up voices.

"I'm telling you, nothing every goes on during these things," said one.

"Isn't that a good thing?," asked another incredulously.

"I guess so," yet another mused. "But I want some action, Moony. I wouldn't mind killing some of those bastards."

Moony? Why did that sound so familiar? Regulus wracked his brain but only came up with blanks. The answer seemed so obvious but at the same time so unattainable. Leaving him with the irritating feeling that he'd remember sometime next week or at some rt inconvenient time.

They had come within seeing range of the Order members. Regulus caught a glimpse of tawny curls bouncing as one of the Order members shook their head.

"You and James scare me sometimes."

Regulus' blood ran cold. Too late he realized why the name had seemed so familiar. Before he even had time to hope that none of the others had heard Remus speak, Snape snarled, "Potter," and fired a curse towards them.

The effect was immediate. With a surprising amount of speed and accuracy - part of which had to be credited to his canine senses - Remus spun around and sent up a shield spell. Snape's spell narrowly missing James and rebounding somewhere into the forest around them.

Furious, James launched into full battle with Snape. The world around them seeming to disappear as the two fought out a nearly decade old rivalry with high level spells meant to kill.

A jet of red light barreled towards Regulus, forcing him to drop to the ground and roll out of the way. The stunning spell just barely missed Lucius, who turned took off in the direction of the perpetrator. The battle was tremendously unfair. Six against three.

Despite this, Remus, James, and Sirius seemed to be holding off just fine. Sending spell after spell and curse after curse at their assailents. Regulus wasn't excluded from the battle. Currently deflecting spells that James was launching at him. At some point he had taken out Severus, who was now lying in a head against a tree. A slight trickle of blood slowly making its way down the side of his face.

A poorly aimed killing curse flew by him. Just a couple inches to the left and he would've been dead. He turned towards the source, which admittedly wasn't the best idea while dueling. The spell had come from Sirius' direction. Last he'd seen Lucius had charged head on into battle with him. Fucking idiot's trying to get me killed, Regulus thought.

Out of the corner of his eye Regulus caught sight of Remus slicing his wand through the air. Managing to keep two Death Eaters bay while sidestepping a third who'd aimed a spell at him. The thing of it all was that Remus didn't even seem to be trying. The casual, almost lazy way that he flicked his wand towards the advancing Death Eaters was memorising. Each move its own calculated symphony, as if he were conducting an orchestra instead of evading fending off attack manuvers. Clearly, Regulus had underestimated Remus.

His attention was drawn back to his own fight when James flung a curse at him. He barely avoided it, cursing the mask for his restricted peripheral vision and wondering vaguely if James would be less agressive if he knew who was under the mask.

Regulus felt a chill that had nothing to do with the breeze wash over him and the hairs on the back of his neck raise. His gaze was torn back to Remus. Two of the three Death Eaters were down for the count and the last one was swinging cursed wildly in his direction. In the shadows of the tall trees Fenrir Greyback watched Remus. The source of the chill suddenly dawning on him. Greyback looked ready to pounce on Remus, whose back was turned. An inexplicable urge to help him overtook Regulus, and he sent a spell in James's direction with renewed aggression.

The force of the spell sending the older man backwards a few feet, but that was all Regulus needed to slip away.

He made his way across the grass ducking and dodging spells that were being thrown by the remaining Death Eaters and Marauders alike.

He reached the area where Remus and Bellatrix were in a matter of seconds.

"If you're so loyal to Voldemort, then why do you wear masks?" Remus called in Bellatrix's direction.

She hissed furiously at the taunt. "You dare speak the Dark Lord's name."

Remus' grin seemed out of place in the midst of battle. "It's just a name," he countered.

Bellatrix's resulting scream of anger only made Remus' grin grow larger.

Meanwhile Regulus was positioning himself in such a way where he could hit Greyback but not be seen by his "colleagues". Greyback seemed to grow impatient, and before he could find his angle, the werewolf pounced. He flew at Remus knocking him to the ground. Remus twisted around only to have the air leave his lungs and his whole body tense.

Regulus had never seen someone look so utterly terrified as Remus did at that moment. He was completely frozen in place, both in shock and fear. It only took a moment for Regulus to realize that Greyback was the one who turned him. The same feeling of revulsion he'd felt earlier came back twice as hard. Without another thought he aimed the first curse that came to mind at Greyback. He flew backwards off of Remus and landed hard against a rock, crumpling against the ground.

Bellatrix looked sharply around for the source of the curse but before her eyes could settle on Regulus she crumpled to the ground. Regulus jolted in surprise. Whatever had hit her was not from him. Crossfire maybe? He looked around wildly until his eyes settled on Sirius. Panting, bruised, clutching his side and staring directly at him. Sirius had always been intelligent and it didn't take a genius to figure out who was behind the mask. He continued to look a Regulus, almost daring him to make a move.

"Sirius!" Came a yelp.

Startled Sirius turned around. For the second time that night Regulus was too late to notice something. Snape had gotten up at some point and was aiming his wand at Sirius.

"Sectumsempra!" He roared.

Regulus had never heard that spell before. Neither apparently had Remus or Sirius. A crimson stain began to blossom on his chest. Sirius reached tenatively for his chest. His mouth forming a surprised "Oh". Before he collapsed in a heap on the ground.

Remus let out a cry of anguish that cut Regulus to his core. The cry was echoed by James who proceeded to launch a spell at Snape who ducked.

Regulus staggered back against a tree, breathing harshly. He watched Remus pick himself up and examine Sirius.

The world dissolved into white noise. Punctuated by pained yells and the distant sound of firecrackers.

Suddenly, someone was shaking his arm.

"We have to leave," Rabastan said roughly. "They called for reinforcements."

Regulus looked around. Several more Order members had indeed joined the scene. He could distantly see Marlene, Dorcas, and the Prewett twins fighting their way forward. His head still felt fuzzy and his ears had started to ring.

"Regulus," Rabastan said, this time more harshly.

Regulus cast another glance in his brothers direction. Sirius still wasn't moving, and Remus was bent over him frantically trying to revive him.

With much difficulty Regulus said, "Yes, let's go."

Rodolphous and Snape appeared. Bellatrix being carried by her husband and Snape and helping Lucius.

"What about Greyback?" Snape asked.

"Leave him," Rabastan said. Snape nodded, then he disappeared with a loud CRACK.

Rodolphous and Bellatrix vanished as well. Only Rabastan and Regulus remained.

"He chose his side and you chose yours," Rabastan said his eyes falling over Sirius. "Remember that."

Then he too, apparated away. Regulus cast one last look at his brother before apparating away. His vision twisting just as Marlene and Fabian came into his view.

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Fakemon Ideas

If anyone would like to draw any of these or use them in a fan game feel free to do so. All I ask is credit for the idea. By the way I came up with most of the ideas before Gen V was even an idea.

New Type is Strong against - S, New Type is Weak against - W, Neutral - =

LIGHT

Pokemon with this type can emit, control, and absorb the element of light. Many if not most pokemon with this type exhibit an honorable personality Examples of existing pokemon who would get this type are the Musketeer Quartet (replaces fighting), Shinx line, Volbeat/Illumise and the Mime line Examples of moves with this type are Flash, Light Screen, and a move I thought of called Prism Parade (the pokemon rushes towards the foe and splits as if they were filtered through a prism and strikes the foe anywhere from 1-7 times) Normal- = Fighting- = Fire- = Water- W (water scatters light) Flying- S (Light blinds them) Poison- = Grass- = Elec- = Ground- W (Light doesn’t reach that far underground) Rock- = Psychic- = Ice- S (Light heats and melts ice) Bug- S (Bugs are drawn to light) Ghost- S (Light dispels ghosts) Dragon- = Dark- = Steel- = Fairy- = Sound- =

SOUND

Pokemon with this type can emit, control, and absorb sound waves Examples of existing pokemon with the Sound type are the Jigglypuff line, the Whismur line, Chatot, Meloetta, Examples of moves with this type are screech, supersonic, perish song, and others Normal- = Fighting- S (the loud noises distract the fighter) Fire- S (the shockwaves put out the fire) Water- S (Water increases sound so it backfires against the water pokemon) Flying- = Poison- = Grass- = Elec- = Ground- = Rock- = Psychic- S (the noises prevent them from focusing) Ice- = Bug- = Ghost- = Dragon- = Dark- = Steel- W (the sound bounces off the metal) Fairy- = Fakemon under the cut PLEASE READ THEM

Burnbun (burn+ bunny) Bunny Pokémon 2 ft tall 5 lbs Fire/Ground Type Looks like Bun-Bun from sluggy freelance on fire (small bunny on fire) Dex- Burnbun are known to reside in vast fields. Many crops fall victim to a mischievous Burnbun. Lvl 20 evolves into Pyrabit Pyrabit (pyro+ Rabbit) Rabbit Pokémon 4 ft tall 10 lbs Fire/Ground Type Looks like the Monty Python rabbit with its ears on fire Dex- Pyrabit use the flames on their ears to light up the dark tunnels they live in. Lvl 41 evolves into Torchare Torchare (Torch+ Hare) Hare Pokémon 6 ft tall 20 lbs Fire/Ground Type Looks a little like bugs bunny with a flame instead of a tail Dex- Torchare prefer to stay in the sun instead of the tunnels. They will attack anyone they think is attacking their home. Pronin (Proton + Ronin) Ronin Pokémon 4ft tall 20 lbs Light/Steel Type Small humanoid with a small staff weapon Dex- Pronin train all day and night for the day they become Samuray Lvl 20 evolves into Samuray Samuray (Samurai + ray) Samurai Pokémon 5ft tall 40 lbs Light/Steel Type Taller humanoid wearing some samurai armor and holding a katana Dex- Their katana are said to move faster than light. They are so dedicated to their duty that many use them as bodyguards. Evolve at lvl 40 into Shogleam Shogleam (Shogun + gleam) Shogun Pokémon 6ft tall 60 lbs Light/Steel Type Even taller humanoid wearing complete set of Japanese armor wielding a blade staff. Dex- Shogleam have been known to lend their skills and strength to causes they deem honorable. Squade (squire + shade) Squire Pokémon 4ft tall 20 lbs Dark/Steel Type Small humanoid in very basic medieval armor, small dagger and shield. Dex- Every Squade follows a Midknight around and assists it. When not helping out they are training. Evolves at lvl 20 into Midknight Midknight (Midnight + knight) Knight Pokémon 5ft tall 50 lbs Dark/ Steel Type Larger humanoid in suit of armor, wields a mace and shield Dex- It is the duty of a Midknight to fight for and defend their Darex. Evolves at lvl 40 into Darex Darex (dark + Rex) King Pokémon 6ft tall 60 lbs Dark/Steel Type Even larger humanoid in a fancy suit of kingly armor and crown, wields a scepter with the top of a mace on top of it and a shield Dex- It is said that Darex from different areas will send their best Midknight to do battle once a year. Decibelle Sound type it looks like a small humanoid with bells for hands and carries a small banjo like object, on its back is a small speaker Lvl 15 evolves into Ampt Sound type Looks like a medium sized humanoid with the same bells for hands and carries a larger guitar with more details, the speaker on the back is bigger and has dials now Lvl 32 evolves into Konsert Sound type Looks like an adult sized humanoid with larger bells for hands and carries a dual headed guitar also should look similar to the stereotypical rock star, the speaker on the back is larger and all the dials are on 11 Tridantis Water Type Trident Pokémon Fish with trident for tail Name- Trident+Atlantis=Tridantis Lvl 23 evolve into Nepiden Water Type Titan Pokémon Fish upright with crown wields tridents Name-Neptune+ Poseidon= Nepiden Grazelle/Grasselle/or Graselle Grass/Fighting Type Gazelle (sp) Pokémon Looks like a Gazelle/Antelope with tree branches for horns and shrubs for its mane-esque thing Strong hooves and horns to fight off predators and is swift to evade the stronger threats Vibrant Ant Pokémon Ground/Sound Type Vibrant is a big ant-like Pokémon with “satellite dishes” on its’ antenna, Vibrant is blind from a life spent mostly underground so it has adapted to see with echolocation which doubles as a way to defend itself from predators using sound attacks. Vulcano Blacksmith Pokémon Fire/Steel Type Vulcano use their hammer to forge items for those who treat them kindly but if they are treated wrong they leave faults in the items Lizard like in appearance, visor, hammer glows with lines of fire Name- Vulcan (god of blacksmiths) + Volcano= Vulcano Mime Sr./ Mimelder Pantomime Pokémon Psychic Type Evolves from Mr. Mime at Lvl 45 Carries a cane and is crouched (sp) over, coloring should be like a street mime (i.e. black suit) Mesduck Water/Psychic Type Duckling Pokémon Looks like a small baby duck, white colored, veins on the head form a brain like pattern Evolves into Psyduck with Happiness. Tentaken Evolves from Tentacruel at Lvl 50 Almost same size as Wailord The two end tentacles have claws (the mandibles from tentacruel) Water/Poison Type Kraken Pokémon Typhloon Water/Flying Type Storm Bird Pokémon Typhloon looks like a good sized bird (5ft wing span) with rain falling from its wings, it’s mostly blue with gray features. No evolutions Huricrane Water/Flying Type Storm Bird Pokémon Huricrane looks like a crane with a storm cloud for a torso, mostly gray with blue features. No evolutions Dolux Water/Light Type Dolphin Pokémon Dolux uses it light abilities to see in the depths of the oceans. It is friendly towards people Name- Dolphin + Lux (Latin for light)= Dolux Aquleo Water Type Sea Lion Pokémon Aquleo is a lion that lives near and in coves and bays. It is usually the top of the food chain in its location. Blue with a swirling mass of water for a mane. Paws, tip of tail, and ears are white. Name- Aqua (water)+ Leo (lion)= Aquleo Tigreal Rock Type Cave Tiger Pokémon Tigreal is a tiger that lives near and in quarries and inside caves. It is usually near the top of the food chain in its location. Brown with orange stripes made of different types of rocks. Teeth are similar in appearance (sp) to stalactites (sp), claws are like diamonds. Name- Tigre (Spanish for tiger) + Mineral= Tigreal Aerolf (aero + wolf) Air Type Sky Wolf Pokémon No evolutions When it howls the winds increase in strength and they can run faster than the wind. Caninero (canine + inferno) Fire Type Lava Hound Pokémon No evolutions Tracks its prey by using their heat (see in thermal vision) hunts as pack. Cutis Bug Type Mantis Pokémon Cutis is the prevolution of Scyther. It is about the size of Elekid and is a darker shade of green then Scyther. Its wings are unable to hold its weight so it cannot fly, it has smaller sickles for hands and is more similar in appearance to a real mantis then Scyther is. Name- Cut+ Mantis= Cutis Nipsect/Pinsect Pinching Pokémon Bug Type Small maroon or gray with tiny brown pinchers Evolves into Pinsur with happiness Name- Nip+ insect= Nipsect Mageist Fire/Ghost type Poltergeist Pokémon Ghost formed of flames Name- Magma+ Poltergeist= Mageist Clouderm Ground/Wind Type Elephant Pokémon Looks like an elephant roughly the size of Donphan Colors-Blue, White, Gray, Clouds and fog surround body Able to produce gusts of wind using trunk and whirlwinds with ears Travel in packs, mothers protect the young Gatiny Normal Type Kitten Pokémon Mix of Meowth and Skitty Evolves at Lvl 13 If happiness is above 50= Skitty If Happiness is below 50=Meowth Name- Gato + tiny= Gatiny Unasea Water Type Eel Pokémon Looks like an eel with various horns No evolution Name- Unagi (Japanese for freshwater eel)+ sea= Unasea Farflung Fighting/Flying Type Eagle Pokémon Large eagle with same color scheme as Farfetch’d Always hovering In talons either has one large leet/stick or two smaller sticks/leets Evolves at Lvl 30 Orangusang Sound Type Conductor Pokémon Looks like a mix of a conductor and an Orangutan When groups of Orangusang gather their songs fill the jungle with beautiful music No evolution Name- Orangutan+sang=Orangusang Piscero Water/Flying Type Flying Fish Pokémon Looks like a fish like Pokémon with wings instead of fins Can fly but needs to find water every few hours or they will die. Normally found in rain storms or over oceans No evolution Name- Pisces (Latin for fish) + aero (Latin for air/flight)= Piscero Watthog Electric Type Warthog Pokémon Looks like Pumba with two battery like objects sticking out of its back and lightning passing between the tusks. No Evolutions Kolanda Normal Type Bear Pokémon Mix of koala and panda bears Usually reside in tall trees in groups Chimix Dark/Poison Type Chimera Pokémon The size of a small car Snake for a tail, Head and horns of a Ram, and body, claws, and teeth of a Lion Resides in deep dark caves. Snake head attacks with poison moves. Minlix Stone Worm Pokémon Rock/Ground Type Mate male Steelix and female Onix to get Minlix Evolves into Onix with happiness Small horn on forehead and some lines/veins of magma along body Smaller and more rocky/jagged then Onix Name- Mineral + Onix + Steelix= Minlix Kangaskid Joey Pokémon Normal Type The baby form of Kangaskhan and Gengroo Weak in attack and defense Evolves into Kangaskhan if Female and Gengroo if Male at Lvl 15 Gengaroo Parent Pokémon Normal Type A spikier (sp) and sturdier version of Kangaskhan with reversed color scheme Faster but not as strong attack wise All male species Calfle/Moxen Calf Pokémon Normal Type Bred from a Tauros and a Miltank Looks like a calf with features from both the parents Evolves at Lvl 15: Male=Taruos Female=Miltank Thundrex Electric Type Thunder Lizard Pokémon Revived from Tooth Fossil T-Rex with a Lightning Bolt running down its spine Color Scheme- Yellow and grey Fires blasts of electricity to stun its prey. No evolutions Woodril Drill Beak Pokémon Flying/Steel type No Evolutions Woodpecker with drill for beak Phobix Fear Pokémon Ghost Type No evolutions Ghostly Scarecrow Uses fear to attack Hexen (hex + Vixen) Human Shape Pokémon Ice/ Psychic type Evolves from Jynx at lvl 45 Taller humanoid female like Jynx wearing a kimono holding fans Mammist Mammoth Pokemon Ice/Rock Type Revived from the Tusk Fossil Although it appears to be shivering Mammist is protected from the intense cold by its thick fur Ability- Thick Fur Evolves at level 35 into Cyrodon Mastodon Pokemon Ice/Rock Type Ability- Thick Fur With its tusks and thick fur there were very few predators that could harm Cyrodons. It used its trunk to shoot ice at enemies Spittaur Spitting Pokemon Poison type Revived from the Frill Fossil Spittaur spend most of the day practicing spitting. From birth their spit is very acidic Ability- Toxic Skin Evolves at level 35 into Acidilo Acidic Pokemon Poison Type Its frill is now bigger and has barbs on the side to further spread its poison Ability- Toxic Skin Savash Ruthless Pokemon Dark/Ground Type Revived from the Razor Fossil Said to be one of the most relentless hunters of the ancient world, this saber-toothed pokemon would use its claws to cut through any obstacle in its way Ability- Deep Cut- Breaks any defense Siruel Siren Pokemon Fairy/Dark Type They use illusions to lure their prey into a trap. They are able to see what their target most desires and use it against them Ability-Foresight Groach Roach Pokemon Poison/Bug type Seen in hordes in dumps Ability- Toxic skin Cobrite Cobbler Pokemon Fairy/Steel type Said to help kind people with work Ability- Fairy Aura Holidaze Holiday Pokemon Fairy/Electric type Drawn to the sounds and lights of the holidays Holidaze are mostly seen imitating Christmas lights. Ability- Static Tocktic Clock Pokemon Psychic/Steel Type Uses time based powers Looks like a living grandfather clock with a staff made from the hands of a clock Ability- Time lock- prevents any items from affecting speed Veeare Virtual Pokemon Electric/Ghost Type A ghost given form via virtual reality Ability- Data Scan- can predict enemy attacks Dolpherno Dolphin Pokemon Fire/Water Type Produces boiling water from its blowhole Ability- Scald Cannice Frost Puppy Pokemon Ice Type Cannice practice their tracking skills day and night Ability- Odor Sleuth Evolves at level 25 into Yukound Tracking Pokemon Ice Type Yukound can track a person throughout an entire mountain range without loosing the scent Ability- Odor Sleuth Romumer (Romulus + Remus) Armor Wolf Pokemon Steel Type Romumer’s fur grows in patterns similar to roman gladiators, its tail can cut through metal Ability- Rivalry Grubble Gremlin Pokemon Rock Type Grubble are found mostly in caves, they carry a rock to fend off attackers Ability- Earthbound- Prevents flinching while on rocky terrain Evolves at level 16 Gobill Goblin Pokemon Rock/Fighting type Gobill are often seen crawling along the ceiling of dark caves, they carry a broken stalactite Ability- Earthbound Evolves at level 36 Mougre Ogre Pokemon Rock/Fighting type Only seen in the deepest part of caves despite their fearsome appearance they have been known to rescue people trapped by cave-ins, they carry a giant club of rock Ability- Earthbound Coltning Small Horse Pokemon Electric type Legend says that Coltning are born when two bolts of lightning strike the same spot Ability- Motor Drive Evolves at level 16 Galloplt Galloping Pokemon Elec/Steel type Galloplt are often spotted during large thunder storms Ability- Motor Drive Evolves at level 36 Thundorse Thunder Horse Pokemon Elec/Steel type It is said that Thundorse can run faster than lightning Ability- Motor Drive Tempu Pecking Pokemon Flying type Large groups of Tempu gather on rooftops during windy days Ability- Big Peck Evolves at level 16 Tengale Gale Pokemon Flying/Psychic type Using their psychic powers Tengale increase the power of their wind Ability- Big Peck Evolves at level 36 Tornadai Tornado Pokemon Flying/Psychic type Tornadai usually reside in the center of strong tornadoes Ability- Big Peck Fairret Trickster Pokemon Fairy/Ground type Fairret love to play harmless pranks on people traveling through the woods however if they come across a lost hiker they will show them the way out Ability- Prankster Scorpyro Flame Scorpion Pokemon Fire/Poison type Scorpyro have flame shaped claws, it is said that being stung by a Scorpyro is one of the most painful experiences on the planet. Their venom actually burns the victim as it poisons them Ability- Poison Touch Swartt Thunder Insect Pokemon Elec/Bug type The pincers of Swartt have an electric current traveling between them. They use this current to stun prey. Ability- Swarm Splacick Hatching Pokemon Water Type Splacick can shoot a jet of water from their mouth to knock bugs into the water. Ability- Drizzle Evolves at level 15 Hyduck Duck Pokemon Water/Flying type Hyduck love to fly during rain storms Ability- Drizzle Evolves at level 35 Swave Swan Pokemon Water/Flying type Swave produce jets of water from their wings Ability- Drizzle Windbot Wind-Up Pokemon Steel Type Ability- Wind-Up (when at critical health speed raises) Evolves at level 16 Battbot Battery Pokemon Steel/Elec Type Ability- Recharge (when at critical health attacks have a chance to restore small amount of health) Evolves at level 36 Mechbot Mecha Pokemon Steel/Elec Type Ability- Overdrive (When at critical health attack raises) Cheweak Chewing Pokemon Normal Type Ability- Overbite (boosts any biting attacks) Evolves at level 16 Mouphse Gnawing Pokemon Normal/Ground Type Ability- Overbite Evolves at level 36 Rodooth Biting Pokemon Normal/Ground Type Ability- Overbite Snorb Snowball Pokemon Ice Type Looks like a living snowball Ability- Ice body Evolves at level 16 Flurrost Frost Pokemon Ice/Water Type Two snowballs on top of each other, two small icicles for arms Ability- Ice Body Evolves at level 36 Bliceard Blizzard Pokemon Ice/Water Type Snowman with arms made of ice Ability- Ice Body Valmander Valor Pokemon Dragon Type It is said that Valmander seek out only trainers with true valor in their hearts Ability- Flame Body Evolves at level 16 Drave Brave Pokemon Dragon/Fire Type The more courageous their trainer is the hotter their flames burn Ability- Flame Body Evolves at level 36 Couragon Courage Pokemon Dragon/Fire Type Only the bravest of the brave will not be burned by their flame Ability- Flame Body Orangutrain Training Pokemon Fighting Type Ability- Inner Focus Evolves at level 16 Gorring Wrestling Pokemon Fighting/Normal type Ability- Inner Focus Evolves at level 36 Chimpion Champ Pokemon Fighting/Normal Type Ability- Inner Focus Mortease Rigor Mortis Pokemon Ghost Type Mortease are usually seen in grave yards gathering power from the dead Ability- Necromancy (increases power for every fainted pokemon in the party) Evolves at level 16 Voodoom Voodoo Pokemon Ghost/Dark Type Voodoom are known to appear as soon as the day after a funeral to absorb the power of the dead Ability- Necromancy Evolves at level 36 Necruel Necromancer Pokemon Ghost/Dark Type Necruel are often followed by the souls they have harnessed for power Ability- Necromancy Beatboxer Dance Battle Pokemon Elec/Fighting Type Beatboxer are seen near loud music dancing to the music and even synchronize their blows to the beat Ability- Own Tempo These are my ideas for a series of legendary Fakemon based on the Four Symbols of the cardinal directions in Chinese mythology as well as the general idea of the Zodiac Basically you’d be given a compass that you follow to find the four Cardinal pokemon Azugon Eastern Dragon Pokemon Dragon/Grass Type Found inside an ancient forest deep within a massive tree Ability- Grass Pelt Verid Southern Phoenix Pokemon Flying/Ghost Type Found in a mountain above the remains of a battlefield from long ago Ability- Gale Wings Whitger Western Tiger Pokemon Steel/Ground Type Found in a valley covered in shining armor Ability- Tough Claws Blatle Northern Turtle Pokemon Rock/Ice Type Found in a desert surrounded by a blinding sand storm, has a rocky shell and a freezing cold body Ability- Shell Armor After you catch all four Cardinal Pokemon you are pointed in the direction of the fifth legendary Zodeon Aether Zodiac Pokemon Fairy/Psychic Type Found during a meteor shower, has a body that looks like a chart of stars Ability- Solar Power Slimoss Moss Pokemon Grass Type Is usually found in meadows and forests feeding on moss Ability- Liquid Ooze Evolves at level 16 Molloot Root Pokemon Grass/Ground Type Found feeding on roots along the ground, A shell resembling a seed has begun to form on its back Ability- Liquid Ooze Evolves at level 36 Arbail Arbor Pokemon Grass/Ground Type The slime left by its trail has similar properties to fertilizer, the shell on its back now resembles an acorn Ability- Liquid Ooze Stompig Stomping Pokemon Ground Type These small piglet pokemon stomp hard on the ground to kick up minerals and fungus to eat Ability- Pickup Evolves at level 16 Swike Swine Pokemon Ground/Rock Type Tusks made of hard rock have begun to grow Ability- Pickup Evolves at level 36 Quog Hog Pokemon Ground/Rock Type Its tusks are now hard enough to cut through dirt and stone with ease Ability- Pickup Spidread Dread Pokemon Poison Type This spider pokemon spins its web in the woods and has been known to wait for days until it catches its prey Ability- Arena Trap Evolves at level 16 Scarchnid Arachnid Pokemon Poison/Dark Type These pokemon can throw their webbing like a rope, the venom of Scarchnid can paralyze a grown adult for days Ability- Arena Trap Evolves at level 36 Terrotula Terror Pokemon Poison/Dark Type Even the webbing of this pokemon is oozing with its dangerous venom Ability- Arena Trap Kamantis Masked Pokemon Bug/Fighting Type This pokemon has been seen defending weaker pokemon who cannot defend themselves, using its strong legs it leaps high into the air and launches a devastating kick attack to the opposing pokemon (resembles a mix of a mantis and a grasshopper with elements of the original Kamen Rider mixed in) Ability- Compound Eyes Cerborm Empathy Pokemon Psychic Type Cereborm are usually found near scenes of negative emotions, they actually feed upon them Ability- Telepathy Evolves at level 16 Mesmeryte Mesmerizing Pokemon Psychic/Bug Type Some therapists use Mesmeryte to help patients calm themselves and move past traumatic events Ability- Telepathy Evolves at level 36 Parapsyte Therapy Pokemon Psychic/Bug Type All those near Parapsyte feel only positive emotions as the pokemon feeds upon negative ones Ability- Telepathy Puppyro Fire Puppy Pokemon Fire Type Puppyro huddle together in caves and howl on cold nights while the parents gather food, their combined effort creates a flame to warm them all Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 16 Flabo Flame Canine Pokemon Fire/Rock Type Flabo reside near volcanoes and are known to dive into the magma itself to bathe Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 36 Vulcolf Volcano Wolf Pokemon Fire/Rock Type Vulcolf make their den within the volcano itself Ability- Blaze Battoon Moon Bat Pokemon Dark Type Battoon sleep all day hanging upside down within dark caves Ability- Shadow Tag Evolves at level 16 Echolene Selene Bat Pokemon Dark/Flying Type Their wings have razor sharp edges which they use to cut down obstacles in their path Ability- Shadow Tag Evolves at level 36 Vamplune Lunar Bat Pokemon Dark/Flying Type It is said that Vamplune can see perfectly in complete darkness Ability- Shadow Tag Ripupae Pupae Pokemon Bug Type Ripupae are found in places usually associated with death Ability- Swarm Evolves at level 16 Maghost Maggot Pokemon Bug/Ghost Type An old legend say that the appearance of a Maghost revealed the culprit of a heinous crime Ability- Swarm Evolves at level 36 Scareb Scarab Pokemon Bug/Ghost Type Many believe that Scareb are the embodiment of the wrath of the unjustly killed Ability- Swarm Healite Healer Pokemon Fairy Type Healite can be found in the wild tending to the wounded Ability- Healer Evolves at level 16 Mercit Mercy Pokemon Fairy/Normal Type Mercit gather near the gravely injured and combine their efforts to save them Ability- Healer Evolves at level 36 Saviry Savior Pokemon Fairy/Normal Type There are numerous accounts of people and pokemon near death suddenly being saved by the appearance of a Saviry Ability- Healer Yakurn Freezer Burn Pokemon Ice/Fire Type A large Yak like pokemon, Yakurn can produce intense flame to warm itself in even the coldest conditions Ability- Flash Fire Mirrusion Mirror Pokemon Light/Fairy Type Mirrusion hide inside mirrors, most people only see them in the corner of their eye Ability- Magic Bounce Chaboa Charm Pokemon Sound/Poison Type Chaboa use their melody to communicate with other Chaboa Ability- Shed Skin Traineu Apprentice Pokemon Fighting Type Inexperienced but strong Traineu set out to become great warriors Ability- Guts Evolves at level 20 Herorrior Hero Pokemon Light/Fighting Type Herorrior are often seen assisting other pokemon and even people in danger Ability- Justified Evolves via happiness from Traineu Vilent Villain Pokemon Dark/Fighting Type Vilent have given up on their dreams and now set out to cause chaos and mayhem Ability- Anger Point Evolves via unhappiness from Traineu Neanthud Neanderthal Pokemon Rock/Ground Type Revived from the Club Fossil Neanthud used a rock club to hunt and fend off predators Ability- Rock Head Evolves at level 25 Speave Cave Pokemon Rock/Steel Type Speave used metal from the ground to make spears to defend and attack. Ability- Rock Head Fishorod Fishing Pokemon Water/Steel Type Looks like a fisherman with hooks for hands that it uses to catch its food Ability- Arena Trap Despairado Bandit Pokemon Dark/Steel Type Is known to ambush people traveling in the desert and steel things, fortunately it usually takes useless objects Ability- Pick Pocket Gorgranit Gorgon Pokemon Stone/Poison Type The venom of a Gorgranit is known to cause a sensation similar to being turned to stone inspiring many myths about this pokemon Ability- Poison Point Descald Oasis Pokemon Fire/Water Type This crab pokemon is found in desert oasis, the water in its shell is at boiling temperature Ability- Sand Veil Fivy Flame plant Pokemon Grass/Fire Type Fivy resembles a venus fly trap but utilizes fire moves to weaken its prey Ability- Strong Jaw Coaler Miner Pokemon Rock/Steel Type Coaler are found in deep caves digging for the minerals they eat Ability- Pickup Evolves at level 25 Shinmond Diamond Pokemon Steel/Rock Type Shinmond are coated in diamonds formed from minerals that covered their body as a Coaler Ability- Battle Armor Gremence Haywire Pokemon Fairy/Electric Type Gremence are known to cause mayhem with machines and vehicles by entering them and going wild. Some can even control them. Ability- Motor Drive Enbox Toy Pokemon Fairy Type Enbox have a box like outer shell protecting their true self which appears to attack and inspect its environment Ability- Magic Bounce Atornal Lone Warrior Pokemon Steel/Fighting Type Legend says that during an ancient war Atornal was tricked into betraying his master leading to a horrible massacre. Since that day Atornal has walked the world seeking redemption for his actions. Even now he protects the weak. Ability- Sturdy Honi Honor Bound Pokemon Dark/Fighting Type It’s said that if a person wins the respect of an Honi (either through strength or by kindness) they will pledge their loyalty to them. A folk tale says that a man was saved from a group of Honi when one of them stepped forward and showed the others that the man had tended to a wound earlier. Honi in the wilderness will often use clubs while those closer to civilization will use swords Ability- Intimidate Toogie Spitting Pokemon Poison Type Toogie attack by spitting a toxic acid. They can fire this an incredible distance hitting a target at least one football field away. Ability- Poison Heal Sashstomp Bigfoot Pokemon Grass/Fighting Type Sashstomp live deep in the forest and vines and moss grow on their fur. They avoid people if possible but if threatened they will attack Ability- Leaf Guard Gharm Ghost Warrior Pokemon Ghost/Steel Type Gharm are spirits of fallen warriors who have possessed suits of armor in order to continue fighting even beyond death Ability- Battle Armor Bukfinear Pirate Pokemon Water/Dark Type Bukfinear are a constant risk to ships carrying precious cargo on the oceans. They are attracted to shiny objects and will use their teeth and razor fins to reach the prize Ability- Pickup Kaferno Kabuto Pokemon Bug/Fire Kaferno reside in the tropics and can survive in extreme heat Ability- Flash Fire Startic Stag Pokemon Bug/Ice Startic reside in the frigid mountains and can survive in extreme cold Ability- Ice Body Teddoot Teddy Pokemon Grass Type Teddoot spend most of the time sleeping in the roots of large trees Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 16 Cubranch Cub Pokemon Grass Type Once a Teddoot evolves into Cubranch they can gather food on their own Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 36 Grizeed Grizzly Pokemon Grass Type Grizeed will attack anyone who gets too close to the tree their Teddoot are in Ability- Overgrow Meowlt Meowing Pokemon Fire Type Meowlt are at home in high temperatures Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 16 Felare Feline Pokemon Fire Type Felare can produce heat similar to that of a wildfire Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 36 Napoar Roaring Pokemon Fire Type A Napoar was once sighted within an active volcano with no ill effects Ability- Blaze Hydray Ray Pokemon Water Type Hydray hatch from their eggs inside caves along the coast Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 16 Devave Devil Ray Pokemon Water Type Devave are able to swim against even the strongest waves Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 36 Mantide Manta Ray Pokemon Water Type A Mantide can support an average adult on its back with ease Ability- Torrent Takick Chick Pokemon Flying Type Takick can fly within a week of being hatched Ability- Aerilate Evolves at level 16 Hawing Hawk Pokemon Flying Type Hawing are able to swoop down and attack their prey at incredible speed Ability- Aerilate Evolves at level 36 Aquilord Skylord Pokemon Flying Type Aquilord often try to race airplanes to test their own skills Ability- Aerilate Rhinose Bone Pokemon Normal Type Rhinose are born with two skeletons, one internal and one protective external Ability- Battle Armor Evolves at level 16 Spino Spine Pokemon Normal Type As a Spino the external skeleton has grown even stronger and the horn even sharper Ability- Battle Armor Evolves at level 36 Skuorn Skull Pokemon Normal Type A Skuorn can stop and puncture a speeding car with no problems Ability- Battle Armor Glovist Glove Pokemon Fighting Type Glovist will often walk around punching random objects to strengthen their punches Ability- Iron Fist Evolves at level 16 Jabox Jabbing Pokemon Fighting Type If a Jabox thinks it has been challenged it will not stop until the challenger is defeated Ability- Iron Fist Evolves at level 36 Kayoh Boxing Pokemon Fighting Type The punch of a Kayoh can shatter solid stone with no effort Ability- Iron Fist Needill Needle Pokemon Poison Type The quills of a Needill are coated in a highly toxic substance Ability- Poison Point Evolves at level 16 Pinject Pin Pokemon Poison Type Mere contact with a Pinject’s toxin is enough to cause nausea in grown adults Ability- Poison Point Evolves at level 36 Porcix Toxic Pokemon Poison Type A distilled form of Procix toxin is sometimes used in medical procedures to induce temporary paralysis Ability- Poison Point Digt Dirt Pokemon Ground Type Digt will spend most of their lives underground Ability- Sand Force Evolves at level 16 Soile Soil Pokemon Ground Type It is not uncommon for a Soile to accidentally dig through important cables while digging their tunnels Ability- Sand Force Evolves at level 36 Molh Mole Pokemon Ground Type The tunnels of Molh are sometimes large enough for people to travel through Ability- Sand Force Thundegg Egg Pokemon Electric Type A Thundegg will shock anything that approaches it excluding its parents Ability- Lighting Rod Evolves at level 16 Elechick Chick Pokemon Electric/Flying Type Elechick are seen the most flying during thunderstorms Ability- Lighting Rod Evolves at level 36 Surgle Eagle Pokemon Electric/Flying Type Surgle are known to fly faster than lighting Ability- Lighting Rod Pebalf Calf Pokemon Rock Type Pebalf enjoy rolling around in the dust to keep cool during hot days Ability- Rock Head Evolves at level 16 Sterock Steer Pokemon Rock Type Sterock will bash their heads against large rocks to break them down into minerals to eat Ability- Rock Head Evolves at level 36 Rubbull Bull Pokemon Rock Type Rubbull have sharp horns made up of rock like material Ability- Rock Head Quesand Question Pokemon Psychic Type Quesand are highly curious about many things and will often follow people to learn more Ability- Forewarn Evolves at level 16 Phraddle Riddle Pokemon Psychic Type Phraddle will continue to follow people to gain knowledge and will even follow children into schools Ability- Forewarn Evolves at level 36 Spharoh Knowledge Pokemon Psychic Type Spharoh will pass their knowledge onto Quesand and Phraddle Ability- Forewarn Burrun Bunny Pokemon Ice Type Burrun live in frozen environments and are most at home in the frigid cold Ability- Ice Body Evolves at level 16 Hoppreze Hopping Pokemon Ice Type Hoppreze enjoy hopping around during snowstorms and their fur coats will usually end up coated in snow Ability- Ice Body Evolves at level 36 Chilare Hare Pokemon Ice Type Chilare can travel inside blizzards with little effort and in some places are used to help travelers find their way through the storms Ability- Ice Body Larvesp Larvae Pokemon Bug Type Larvesp are found on trees drinking the honey within Ability- Honey Gather Evolves at level 16 Hornest Hornet Pokemon Bug Type Hornest will gather in large groups to form hives, the largest of these hives covered an entire forest Ability- Honey Gather Evolves at level 36 Royallow Royal Pokemon Bug Type Royallow produce a special honey to help Larvesp grow stronger Ability- Honey Gather Tearip Shade Pokemon Ghost Type Tearip are found near places of great tragedy Ability- Cursed Body Evolves at level 16 Gloomsic Wisp Pokemon Ghost/Sound Type Myths state that the sound of a Gloomsic is a sign of ill tidings Ability- Cursed Body Evolves at level 36 Banscream Banshee Pokemon Ghost/Sound Type The scream of a Banscream can induce feelings of dread and fear and have been known to knock some people unconscious Ability- Cursed Body Dragire Dragon Squire Pokemon Dragon Type Dragire will sometimes try to battle much stronger foes to prove their power Ability- Marvel Scale Evolves at level 16 Knigon Dragon Knight Pokemon Dragon/Steel Type Knigon will often keep watch over an area for days on end waiting for their might to be needed Ability- Marvel Scale Evolves at level 36 Draex Dragon King Pokemon Dragon/Steel Type Draex are more reluctant to enter battle however they are well able to end the battle if they do fight Ability- Marvel Scale Minimp Imp Pokemon Dark Type Minimp love to cause trouble and mischief with their pranks and tricks Ability- Prankster Evolves at level 16 Demed Trickster Pokemon Dark Type Demed sometimes go overboard with their antics but they truly mean no harm Ability- Prankster Evolves at level 36 Devlarg Chaos Pokemon Dark Type Devlarg are skilled at getting others to assist in their schemes without them even realizing it Ability- Prankster Bronield Bronze Shield Pokemon Steel Type When in groups Bronield will often fight amongst themselves to find the strongest Ability- Sturdy Evolves at level 16 Spiron Iron Spear Pokemon Steel Type Spiron can throw their spear with enough skill to hit a target on opposite side of a battlefield Ability- Sturdy Evolves at level 36 Stord Steel Sword Pokemon Steel Type Like the gladiators Stord will often find “arenas” in the wild to hold their battles Ability- Sturdy Spirite Spirit Pokemon Fairy Type Spirite are known to follow children and keep them out of danger Ability- Healer Evolves at level 16 Goodrent Wish Pokemon Fairy Type Goodrent often reward good children while chastising naughty children Ability- Healer Evolves at level 36 Wishaint Saint Pokemon Fairy Type Wishaint will protect children from any threat with immense power Ability- Healer Glotah Glowing Pokemon Light Type Glotah use light to distract their prey to make it easier to catch them Ability- Illuminate Evolves at level 16 Feshine Shining Pokemon Light Type Feshine use the light to conceal themselves from their prey Ability- Illuminate Evolves at level 36 Hikat Luminous Pokemon Light Type Hikat can turn themselves into light for a short period of time to drastically increase their speed Ability- Illuminate Pupic Sonic Pokemon Sound Type While they are still young Pupic use their howls to notify their parents should they end up in danger Ability- Cacophony Evolves at level 16 Loboom Sonic Boom Pokemon Sound Type Loboom can cause temporary deafness in people with their howls Ability- Cacophony Evolves at level 36 Howolf Howl Pokemon Sound Type Researchers believe that Howolf can communicate with each other using sounds the human ear cannot hear Ability- Cacophony Wendighost Wendigo Pokemon Ice/Ghost Type Wendighost appear monstrous but in reality they appear to people trapped in blizzards to lead them to safety. Because of this legends of people becoming Wendighost after death and returning to save loved ones are common. Ability- Ice Body Nanrite Nano Pokemon Steel/Fairy Type Nanrite appear in factories and are fascinated by machinery Ability- Light Metal Mentaur Mentor Pokemon Normal Type Mentaur are fabled to reveal knowledge and wisdom to those they judge worthy. Ability- Analytic Barbrian Barbarian Pokemon Grass/Fighting Type Barbrian use thorns as weapons to attack their foes Ability- Leaf Guard Shineon Shining Pokemon Light Type Shineon are drawn to bright lights and will often reside near cities as a result Ability- Lightspeed (new ability, increases speed when in direct sunlight) Speakeon Sonic Pokemon Sound Type Speakeon will sometimes mimic the sound of others and can also throw sound to give the appearance of ventriloquism Ability- Microphone (new ability, any sound move that hits will increase the users attack power) Scripthor Author Pokemon Normal Type Believed to be a relative of Smeargle this pokemon is almost always writing in a “book” that it always carries. Researchers are so far unable to translate the writings Ability- Writers Block (new ability, contact with this pokemon has a 10% chance of confusing the enemy pokemon) Soleo Solar Lion Pokemon Fire/Light Type Legend says that the roar of a Soleo causes the sun to rise Ability- Solar Power Lunger Lunar Tiger Pokemon Ice/Dark Type Legend states that Lunger grow stronger the more the moon shines reaching immense power during a full moon Ability- Lunar Power (new ability, boosts special attack but lowers HP while in moonlight) Senoev Blind fighter Pokemon Fighting/Psychic Type Blind since birth Senoev use their psychic abilities to sense the moves of their enemies Ability- Keen Eye Henoev Winged ambush Pokemon Flying/Poison Type Henoev are able to swoop down and attack their prey without making a single noise, the tips of their wings are coated in a poison they use to stun their target. Ability- Poison Touch Spenoev Silent Spirit Pokemon Ghost/Rock Type Spenoev appear as spirits bound by stone chains which they use to attack. Ability- Shadow Tag Posivolt Positive Pokemon Electric Type Posivolt charges its attacks with immense electrical power Ability- Plus Negabolt Negative Pokemon Electric Type Negabolt super charges its body with electricity giving it great speed Ability- Minus Plusle and Minun evolve into these if they are in the party together and they both reach level 30 Posivolt has stronger attacks and more HP Negabolt has stronger defense and more speed Posivolt is bipedal while Negabolt is quadruped Twisdeer (male only) Breezy Pokemon Normal/Flying Type Twisdeer use gusts of wind to knock berries out of bushes and to gather them Ability- Aerilate Tornadoe (female only) Windy Pokemon Normal/Flying Type Tornadoe use the wind to boost their speed and strengthen their attacks Ability- Aerilate Wolk Silk Worm Pokemon Bug/Fairy Type Wolk produce a material often used in making some clothing Ability- Shield Dust Evolves at level 10 Yarnoon Yarn Cocoon Pokemon Bug/Fairy Type Yarnoon are covered in a soft yet sturdy casing made of a yarn like substance Ability- Shed Skin Evolves at level 15 Knitterfly Knitting Pokemon Bug/Fairy Type Knitterfly can create incredible works of art with their knitting Ability- Compound Eyes Autauros Steering Pokemon Fire/Steel Type Only the highly skilled can ride an Autaruos. It resembles a mix of a bull and an ATV Ability- Speed Boost Mecharmor Robotic Pokemon Steel/Fighting Type Mecharmor are large bulking robotic pokemon. Their attack power is vastly higher than their speed Ability- Heavy Metal Evolves at level 30 Robotitan Titan Pokemon Steel/Fighting Type Robotitan cast off their heavy bulky armor and gain a much needed speed boost at the cost of their defense Ability- Light Metal Dammer Builder Pokemon Water/Ground Type Using the hammer on its tail Dammer build massive dams in rivers and trainers often use them to help with construction projects Ability- Keen Eye Whodini Escapist Pokemon Psychic/Fairy Type Whodini can escape from any trap and it is believed that they will only stay with trainers they respect and like otherwise they would just escape from the pokeball. Ability- Run Away Floweon Dandelion Pokemon Grass Type In sunshine Floweon is at the peak of its potential Ability- Solar Power

Guardgoyle Guardian Pokemon Rock/Flying Guardgoyle will watch over whatever property they decide is their territory and as a result are often used as security for many buildings. Ability- Rough Skin

Gargoul Gargoyle Pokemon Ghost/Stone Type Gargoul enjoy hanging out around old buildings and scaring people. Ability- Rock Head Mandroar Mandrake Pokemon Grass/Sound Type When startled Mandroar unleash a piercing scream Ability- Soundproof

Fakemon Starter Ideas

Grass

Sproutusk (sprout + tusk) Small elephant Pokemon Grass Type The leafs that grow out of Sproutusk’s face can be used as a sign of its health. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 18 Eleafant (elephant + leaf) Tree Elephant Pokemon Grass/Rock Type Using their new stronger branch tusks Eleafant dig for minerals to eat. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 38 Mastowood (mastodon + wood) Forrest Mastodon Pokemon Grass/Rock Type Mastowood use rocks to sharpen their trunk tusks, they can create quakes by stomping their massive feet. Ability- Overgrow Caneed (canine + seed) Moss Pup Pokemon Grass Type Caneed will roll around in moss and mud for hours to get their fur the right color. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 18 Thorowl (thorn + howl) Hidden Wolf Pokemon Grass/Dark Type Using their fur as camouflage a Thorwl can remain hidden for days on end Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 38 Flowulf (flower + wolf) Camouflaged Hunter Pokemon Grass/Dark Type Due to their camouflage skills many legends about Flowulf turning invisible were told. Ability- Overgrow Babrush (baboon + brush) Treetop Pokemon Grass Type A troop of Babrush will pick the tallest and strongest tree in the jungle to make their home in, many Babrush will never leave the safety of this tree. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 18 Babree (baboon + tree) Jungle Fighter Pokemon Grass/Fighting Type As they grow Babree train in order to defend themselves from their many predators. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 38 Baborest (baboon + forest) Jungle Champion Pokemon Grass/Fighting Type The strongest Baborest in the troop will defend the tree from any attackers often fighting for days without rest until the threat is defeated. Ability- Overgrow Plangon (plant + dragon) Seed Dragon Pokemon Grass Type Plangon spend their days gathering many different seeds from many various plants and trees. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 18 Dragard (dragon + garden) Garden Dragon Pokemon Grass/Dragon Type Dragard are said to have special plots of land they plant the seeds they have gathered, they will defend these gardens from outsiders. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 38 Blossern (blossom + wythern) Life Dragon Pokemon Grass/Dragon Type The breath of a Blossern can cause seeds to sprout faster and can make plants and trees healthier. Ability- Overgrow Caleaf (calf + leaf) Leaf Deer Pokemon Grass Type Caleaf will stay close to their parents until they are able to defend themselves. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 18 Elkric (elk + electric) Electric Deer Pokemon Grass/Elec Type Using the static that builds up on their fur Elkric can fend off attackers with a burst of electricity. Ability- Overgrow Evolves at level 38 Moostorm (moose + storm) Lighting Moose Pokemon Grass/Elec Type The antlers of Moostorm can discharge incredible bolts of lighting for offense and defense Ability- Overgrow

Fire

Horse Embolt (Ember + colt) Pony Pokemon Fire Type Young Embolt will often leave flaming trails behind them until they learn to control their flames. Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 20 Flamare (flame + mare) Ghost Mare Pokemon Fire/Ghost Type Flamare are said to gather around cemeteries. Folklore says their flames attract the spirits of the deceased Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 41 Necrorse (Necro + Horse) Spirit Horse Pokemon Fire/Ghost Type According to legend a team of Necrorse pull the chariot of the dead into the afterlife. Ability-Blaze Snake Scorcpent (scorch + serpent) Fire Serpent Pokemon Fire Type Scorcpent practice their strike on rocks and trees leaving burn marks in them. Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 20 Coburn (cobra + burn) Flame Cobra Pokemon Fire/Poison Type Coburn use their venom to immobilize their prey until they can consume them. Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 41 Vipyro (viper + pyro) Burning Viper Pokemon Fire/Poison Type The venom of a Vipyro is said to cause an intense burning sensation inside the victims body. Ability- Blaze Ox Calva (calf + lava) Magma Calf Pokemon Fire Type Calva play around the openings of caves, if cornered they will raise their body temperature immensely Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 20 Bulcano (bull + volcano) Volcanic Pokemon Fire/Rock Type Bulcano can shoot flames hot enough to melt rock and metal. Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 41 Minorupt (Minotaur + erupt) Magma Bull Pokemon Fire/Rock Type When two Minorupt battle for territory the ferocity of the battles often cause volcanic eruptions Ability- Blaze Ram Wold (wool + weld) Wool Pokemon Fire Type Wold usually stay in large groups while grazing. This allows them to ward off predators easier. Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 20 Goalten (goat + melt) Goat Pokemon Fire/Steel Type Goalten are known to ignite their horns in flame to increase their striking power. Ability- Blaze Evolves at level 41 Inferam (inferno +ram) Ram Pokemon Fire/Steel Type The wool of an Inferam is said to never go out once ignited. As a result they were once used to line the side of roads before the invention of the light bulb. Ability- Blaze

Water

Narwhrow (narwhal + arrow) Small Whale Pokemon Water Type Young Narwhrow will spray a jet of bubbles when in danger so they can escape to the safety of their mother Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 16 Narwhear (narwhal + spear) Whale Pokemon Water/Steel Type Narwhear will use their newly grown horn to attack any danger no matter the actual threat Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 36 Narwhance (narwhal + lance) Horned Whale Pokemon Water/Steel Type Narwhance use their horns to fight for dominance as well as defense. Their horns have been known to pierce ship hulls. Ability- Torrent Tidat (tide + bat) Water Bat Pokemon Water Type Tidat use echolocation to navigate the ocean and rest in underwater caverns during the day Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 16 Wavamp (wave + vampire) Aquatic Bat Pokemon Water/Flying Type Wavamp fly around on rainy nights and use their fangs to drain the water from trees and plants Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 36 Vampami (vampire + tsunami) Hydro Bat Pokemon Water/Flying Type Vampami are able to drain the moisture from the very air around them to feed on. Ability- Torrent Dolphent (dolphin + student) Curious Pokemon Water Type Dolphent are curious about everything and are always trying to learn more about the world around them Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 16 Schorsal (scholar + dorsal) Learning Pokemon Water/Psychic Type Using their psychic abilities Schorsal are able to collect an incredible amount of knowledge Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 36 Profoise (professor + porpoise) Wise Pokemon Water/Psychic Type According to folk lore if you capture a Profoise at sea it will answer a single question without error. Ability- Torrent Platyoxic (platypus + toxic) Pollution Pokemon Water Type Platyoxic thrive in polluted waters often gathering near illegal dump sites allowing the authorities to discover such crimes. Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 16 Platyirus (platypus + virus) Toxic Water Pokemon Water/Poison Type Long ago it was believed that Platyirus tainted the waters they lived in but it was eventually discovered that by feeding on the pollution they were in fact cleaning the waters. Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 36 Platyague (platypus + plague) Purified Water Pokemon Water/Poison Type A single Platyague can clean at least three olympic sized swimming pools in one day Ability- Torrent Camwell (camel + well) Small Camel Pokmeon Water Type In order to survive the harsh desert heat Camwell will dig in order to find water. Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 16 Hydrump (hydro + hump) Hump Pokemon Water/Ground Type Hydrump can store a week’s worth of water in their humps and use this water for survival and attack. Ability- Torrent Evolves at level 36 Desasis (desert + oasis) Oasis Pokemon Water/Ground Type Desasis can survive for half a year off of the water stored in their humps. Ability Torrent

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pairing: werewolf!minghao x witch!reader (i’m sorry okay)

summary: you aren’t bothered by the werewolf that watches you whilst you charm your garden to grow, in fact you quite like the company.

genre: supernatural au (i have an obssession)

warnings: fighting, death, i guess the ending is kinda sad but not really?

word count: 3016

"don't look at me like that," your voice broke the peaceful silence of your narrow garden, the sound bouncing off the walls, the cat in question lazily lifting her head to stare at you, "it's not my fault they won't grow on their own." you continued dripping the growing potion over the roots of your flowers, watching as they grew steadily before your eyes. you smiled as the flowers bloomed, revealing striking reds and deep blues.

silence engulfed you again, yours cat patrolling around your house the only noise, the wolves' occasional growl at something deep in the woods. your house was carefully hidden from human eyes by a simple illusion charm, keeping the mountain lions and wolves safe from prying eyes. you hadn't necessarily charmed them, they followed your commands anyway, you just stopped them from attacking anyone who walked past, regardless of whether or not they were capable of seeing your home.

there were times when other non-human creatures stumbled into your orbit, they usually talked to you from a distance, your unusual pets scaring them, but it wasn't uncommon for some to stay longer, taking advantage of hospitality deep in the dark green forest. they always said the same thing, how the flowers had caught their eye, even in winter. it was normally other witches who stayed for longer, sharing spells and stories together.

that's why it didn't shock you when you sensed another being hanging around your small house. you were picking herbs from your garden, preparing to try a new spell when you first felt the change in the air. it moved slowly, prowling around your house, observing and unthreatening, for now. the creature left as quickly as it appeared, and you felt slightly discouraged when it did, you were surprised by the feeling, loneliness didn't come often to you.

it didn't take long however, for it to return. you heard the birds quieten, fleeing out of the trees and above your head. you heard the warning growls from your lions, their heads lowered as they looked into the treeline surrounding your clearing. the thing that made you suspect it was a werewolf was the way the wolves whined and slinked back inside your house, not wanting to fight whatever the creature was.

you stood and looked around, hoping to catch a sight of the thing putting your animals so on edge. any normal witch wouldn't be able to see the pair of yellow specks hidden in the shadows, but you had grown up in these woods, you knew every dip in the soil, every stream of water, every ghostly shadow. your eyes locked onto the unblinking amber eyes and you let your eyes fade to white, the universal sign of a witch. the eyes narrowed in what looked like recognition before they disappeared back into the blackness of the forest.

the eyes would reappear every now and then, watching as you spoke to the flowers, or coaxed rain from the sky. at first, the wolf made you cautious, unsure of why it kept coming back to look over you, but eventually it fell into routine. you wouldn't acknowledge it, for fear of it running away, and some deep part of you didn't want that to happen, you liked the way their watchful eyes observed you in your daily activities.

a while later and you would start leaving things out for it, a small drawstring bag of herbs and medicines in the morning and sometime before nightfall, the bag would have disappeared. you kept this up for weeks, eventually starting to leave more complex potions complete with written notes to explain them. you would also leave some flowers in the bags when you felt particularly thankful for the company, no matter how enigmatic the meetings were. the flowers were charmed to keep them from wilting, and they stood bright and tall in a vase you didn't know about. you began to charm them for other purposes, luck charms on daisies, health charms on lilies. you didn't know if werewolves would feel the effects, but it didn't hurt to try.

it didn't take much longer for the wolf to start coming closer to your house, lying in the sun, watching from a slightly lesser distance. he would stare as you talked to the seeds hidden in the soil, looking on in awe when they rose proudly from the earth before his eyes. he noticed how humans hiking through the area would look through your house, their eyes open but not seeing, and how the rivers nearby would be loaded with fish, flowing into the nearest town. he wanted to see what else you could do, but he was cautious about revealing his human self. as soon as he met you without the safety of his wolf form, his whole pack would know about you, and the more people who knew about you, the more danger you were in. he knew he couldn't keep you a secret for long, and he didn't want you to be something he had to hide.

concealing his humanity from you didn't keep you safe for long, however, as there was nothing to stop unwelcome visitors from coming into your territory. people who weren't put off by the wolves and lions lazing around your house weren't people he wanted in your house.

you were in the garden, as usual, when you felt another presence in the area. you had gotten used to the wolf's aura, the feeling not fazing you anymore, but this one stood out against the calm nature of the animals roaming around. you looked up, a sense of dread running down your spine when you realised your usual visitor had already left his spot and you were alone. your wolves came when called, circling around you, and the lions continued searching the trees, their heads lowered close to the ground, shoulders hunched menacingly. when the being moved closer, the dark aura strengthened, and you wondered what they being wanted with you.

the colour in your eyes melted to a milky white, a warning sign that you were ready to fight whatever threatened you. you stood, peering into the shadows between the trees, trying to better sense what was approaching you. you felt their speed increase, the wind around them growing loud with the movement. you stared forwards, spells flowing from your brain to the tip of your tongue, ready to meet whatever it was. the creature moved towards you with an ever-increasing pace until it was moving too quickly for you to feel properly. you panicked, realising you it would reach you before you could ever think of a spell to stop it. you still hadn't figured out what it was before a forceful growl cracked through the silence. you saw a flash of black fur before you had jerked out of the way.

the first thing you noticed was the wolf. the wolf that bathed in the sun whilst you collected herbs for your spells. the wolf that yelped whenever you moved too quickly and surprised him. the wolf that was currently trying to tear a vampire apart at the seams. as soon as your eyes landed on the person, you cursed yourself for not realising it earlier. it was a man, he looked like he couldn't have died much later than the age you were now, with messy black hair and bright red eyes. the wolf had exploited the element of surprise and had managed to topple the vampire to the ground, snapping its jaws as it tried to reach its neck.

the vampire hastily began fighting back and landed a herculean punch at the wolf's shoulder, who quickly bit down, hard. the man howled in pain and hissed, rolling them around on the ground, the only sounds they made bouncing off the trees. the vampire grabbed the werewolf by the shoulders and flipped him over his shoulders. hearing the crack followed by the growl was what broke you out of your daze, focused on the way the wolf's eyes were rolling around his skull. your hands and lips moved faster than your brain and you were muttering the dark curse before you talk yourself out of it.

you had never casted a death curse before, witches never taught it to each other, but the words fell naturally from your lips as if you had practiced for centuries. the vampire was lifted from the ground, clawing at its throat, trying to catch a breath he had forgotten he didn't need. black had bled into your milky white eyes, a visual representation of the dark energy you were summoning. the man's eyes started to roll around in their sockets, trying to focus on you unsuccessfully. he wheezed and flung himself on the ground in front of you.

you grabbed his neck, the dark energy seeping into your fingertips, tainting your fingers black. the wolf watched as your hand wrapped around his jaw, muttering in a language he had never heard before. it wasn't the language you used when you called for your animals, or when you mixed your potions, or even when you occasionally talked to him. this language was sharp, with ragged edges that seemed to cut the air around you. you looked like a different person, stealing whatever life the vampire had left.

his body slumped in your hands, his eyes rolling back, fangs protruding from his pale lips. the wolf followed you with his eyes as you stepped away from the body, your eyes fading to their usual colour, along with your fingertips. you almost looked surprised at the body, shocked that you had enough power in you to take his soul from him, but you couldn't control it. blinking quickly, you both watched as the lions and wolves came running, dragging the body into the woods, growling and fighting among themselves.

they had disappeared into the darkness before you finally turned around to look at the wolf, who was no longer a wolf, but a human. he had shifted back in his pain, his chest heaving as he tried to stand. you were beside him in an instant, pressing your hands against the black shirt covering his torso, preventing him from standing. you looked down at his limp body and his messy black hair. his shoulders were set in different angles, the reason for the sickening crack. trying to move him like this would be futile. summoning whatever power lingered, you managed to move you both inside with a telekinesis spell you'd never had the need to use before.

with the house providing protection, you could work freely without the worry of more creatures lurking around. you quickly got to work, fixing his shoulder with spells that flowed freely out of you, watching as he faded in and out of consciousness. you didn't have unlimited power and you could feel yourself getting weaker, feeling your fingers started to numb, your hands not far behind. you messily wrapped bandages around his shoulder with shaky hands, hoping he didn't damage it again before you could make a splint for it. you stumbled away from him, sprawled out over your kitchen table. darkness was toying at the edge of your vision and you steadied yourself on the wall, staggering over to the chair closest to the fire, feeling distressingly chilled. you couldn't see the boy before you faded into the darkness.

being shaken awake sparked a bolt a fear in you, all thoughts of the boy had fizzled out in your weakness. tearing your heavy eyes open, you calmed down slightly when you saw him and remembered the previous events. you had no idea how much time had passed, but your head was heavy and clouded, your fingers stiff. he looked like you felt, with dark bags under his eyes, his skin dull and sallow. wisps of black hair hung limply around his face.

"have you got any pain meds?" his voice was low and hoarse, scratching the air between you as you nodded, not trusting your voice in your current state. slowly standing up, you walked around him to your kitchen and opened one of the worn cupboards. the jars and vials lining the door clinked together as you turned some around, reading the label before finding the one you wanted. you grabbed a mug and filled it with water before wrapping your hands around it, feeling a little stronger after waking up. you watched until steam started to spindle up and poured a few drops of the vial into it.

handing it to him, you started doing the same for yourself, adding in countless different mixtures to regain your power again. he croaked out a thank you before sitting at the table, stretching out his back and sipping the cup. you followed, sitting opposite him, sipping your own concoction.

you had finished half your mug before you spoke, waiting for the effects to kickstart. "thank you," he looked up, surprised by your voice. "for stopping the vampire." he nodded and smiled slightly. it warmed up his face and you were startled by how attractive he was when he wasn't passed out on your furniture. "what's your name?"

"minghao."

the days melted away, the nights with them. he stayed, always making excuses for why he shouldn't leave. they started out serious, not wanting to leave you alone, even after seeing you suck the soul out of a vampire, but evolved into cheeky remarks about how you needed a big strong wolf to protect you. you would laugh and roll your eyes, missing the way his face would light up at the sound. you grew attached to him, showing him how you made your potions from the herbs you grew.

it didn't take long before the shy glances and tentative touches turned into prolonged gazes and warm embraces. you basked in each other's company, enjoying your time together too much. minghao would catch you staring at his lips whilst he talked, and you noticed the way your hugs always lingered too long to not mean anything. you grew closer, falling asleep on each other after long days of exploring the forest. he would shift and chase you whilst you threw harmless spells at him, making him laugh until cried, leading you to do the same.

sleeping together in your bed became an every night occurrence, falling asleep on opposite sides and waking to your limbs tangled, arms wrapped around each other until the late morning sun heated the room too much to endure. cooking would lead to you perched on the counter, minghao between your legs, lips pressed desperately together, the food forgotten until he smelt the smoke. you taught him simple spells that he managed to master with the power of his werewolf blood. the way he giggled with pride whenever he coaxed a flower open, or revived a dead plant would make you want to sacrifice your powers for him, just to see the smile on his face. you would wake up to him flipping through grimoires, tea in his hand a mug in front of him for you, waiting for you to join him.

you had felt more happiness in your short time with minghao, than you had for your whole life before he stumbled into it.

it was raining when he talked about leaving, realising too much time had passed. members of the pack would disappear for weeks at a time, but they always left some sort of explanation. minghao had left nothing. he thought of his hyungs worrying, about how they would be talking of sending out searches for him, anything to let them know he was alive. he knew they wouldn't find him here, hidden in a witch's home. it was times like that when guilt would devour his heart, overwhelming him until he laid eyes on you again. you seemed to make his worries and fears drain away, replacing them with hope and a fluttering feeling in his chest.

your heart was heavy when he told you he wanted to return to his pack. minghao ensured it wouldn't be for long and that he would return quickly, and you didn't doubt him. you didn't know why you felt so empty when you imagined your house without him in it. cooking and brewing your potions alone, collecting ingredients alone. you felt lonely and he was still grasped in your hands. you had told him to go, that he shouldn't let his pack worry about him, that he owed them an explanation to where he had been.

the morning he left it was raining still. it signalled the dawn of autumn in the depths of the forests, and it made the flowers glow in the gloom of the drizzle. you watched as he tied the laces of his shoes near the door. he stood up and sighed, chuckling softly after seeing the expression on your face. you looked like a child who's just had their favourite toy taken away. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours, swaying the both of you soothingly.

minghao pulled away and held your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him. he saw the unshed tears glistening in your eyes and he was certain it was a mirror image of his own. you placed your hands on either side of his face, exhaling slowly and blinking, causing the tears to roll down your face. he swiped them delicately with his thumb.

"i'll miss you," your voice was barely above a whisper, scared of shattering the moment.

"i'll miss you too," he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to yours, letting his eyes slide shut. when he opened them, tears were slowly slipping down his cheeks as well. "i'll come home as soon as i can, and i'll never be far away."

home. you were his home, and he thought of that thought only as he turned and let the door shut behind him, not looking back for fear he wouldn't make it pass the tree-line.

part two

a/n: i’m finally back! i know i write a lot of supernatural aus but i’m a sucker for a minghao witch au. i have ideas for other fics tho so don’t worry! thanks for reading!!

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Who you are | k.nj

➻ Request: “For the hybrid plot you asked for, usually they make the reader go near or live by the woods & meets wolf hybrid namjoon. Instead, you can write about wolf hybrid namjoon going to live in the city for the 1st time to study for uni & meets the reader who’s actually a bear hybrid or such but takes suppressants to hide her scent & disguises her bear ears with cute beanies or hats like a beret. Idk why but I find that cute. He starts to have interest in finding out more about her but she’s vague af.” @it-is-dana

➻ Request: “Something fluffy with Taehyung or Namjoon or Jimin?? Like really, really fluffy( I’m having bad days so yeah:’) )” @all-usernames-are-taken-goddamit

✵ Genre: Fluff, Hybrid!au

✵ Pairings: Wolf Hybrid!Namjoon, Bear Hybrid! Reader

✵ A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys, hopefully you'll enjoy this!

Ever since the law saw a drastic change in regards of how those amazing creatures who take the name of hybrids should be treated, every school, workplace or house opened their doors and gave them the possibility to live just like how any human being should.

Of course, just like in every society, there were close-minded people against this change, who believed that hybrids were nothing more than animals changed in laboratories, but the most part wasn’t like this.

Those who attacked or mistreated hybrids of any kind faced strict punishments and ended up in jail if the crime was big enough.

Associations fought for the right of those few hybrids left without freedom, but other than those cases the situation wasn’t that bad.

Schools even started to hand out college scholarships to hybrids who couldn’t afford a proper education, giving them the possibility to get a proper degree and, later on, a job that could earn them money

That was exactly what happened with Namjoon, and how he found himself moving from his small city placed near the woods, to a farther one – ready to frequent the college of his dreams.

Even though the law changed, wolf hybrids were faced with a couple of problems, along with other predator hybrids who, sometimes, were treated like they could be dangerous.

Namjoon was aware of that, and tried to act and look like the most peaceful and kind hybrid on earth, hoping to escape any mistreatment.

He wasn’t loud, he stayed by himself and he studied hard – spending his evening at the library rather than at parties with other teens.

He always got perfect scores and his teachers loved him because of how hard working he was.

Thanks to that, around the end of his final year in high school, one of Namjoon’s favourite teachers helped him get in contact with the secretary of a prestigious college.

No one was impressed when the admission letter came to his house, in the end the wolf hybrid was known for his high IQ and the amount of study he went through for this moment to happen – but Namjoon wasn’t sure of the result.

He feared that once they found out about what kind of hybrid he was, they wouldn’t let him in.

But, as he then saw, that was not the case.

The day Namjoon moved in his new dorm, he discovered that he actually had a roommate and it was a grumpy cat hybrid called Yoongi.

He was quiet and liked to stay by himself, but he greeted him with a smile on his face when they first introduced each other.

It was awkward at first, especially because Namjoon tended to look for a pack, meanwhile the cat hybrid hated to stay in the same room of more than two people, but he eventually warmed up when Namjoon became friends with other hybrids that he than introduced to him.

The six hybrids became Namjoon’s pack around the first month of college, and he couldn’t get happier than that.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come? You always say no whenever we ask you out.” Taehyung, a fox hybrid with bright red hair and expressive eyes, pouted while grabbing Namjoon’s shirt while whining.

“I have an exam tomorrow, I can’t go out tonight. Why don’t you just hang out without me?” He asked with a small chuckle to the hybrid that was now sitting on the floor.

“Jungkook always leaves me alone when we go and party out, he always flexes around girls as if he was a lion hybrid or something.” Taehyung answered, talking about his best friend as if he was not in the same room.

“That’s not even true.” Jungkook scoffed, looking at the fox from the bed where he was sitting.

“Yeah it is. You’re a bunny Jungkook not a predator. Deal with it.” The two of them continued to bicker while Namjoon stuffed his bag with books that he knew would be useful for his study session.

Yoongi was purring asleep on his bed, while Hoseok, a Labrador-Golden Retriever mix hybrid, played with his tail ignoring the words of discomfort that the cat had said only a couple of minutes before. He always tried to push other people away, but Hoseok knew that he needed a little bit of affection sometimes, and he was the only one who could actually touch Yoongi without earning hisses in response.

Jimin was also a cat hybrid like Yoongi, but a rather sweeter one. He liked to cuddle and play around with the others, sleeping only when he didn’t have any energy to play.

He was looking at the two hybrids bicker while eating the meal that Jin, the older tiger hybrid had prepared for him when he said that he was hungry.

“Are you going to the library?” Jin asked, leaning against the wall and ignoring the insults that Taehyung and Jungkook were throwing at each other.

Namjoon nodded, putting on a coat before picking up his bag.

“Yeah, here it’s a bit noisy.” He said looking at the others and making Jin chuckle.

“See you.” Namjoon said, looking back at his pack before heading out and close the door of his dorm.

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The warmth of the library’s heating helped Namjoon defrost his hands, that December’s cold weather had made numb, and with a small sigh, he greeted the lady that sat at the information desk before taking a sit on a table that no one had yet to occupy.

Looking around, Namjoon saw many other hybrids and human students that wrote on their notebooks, or that read books with a highlighter in their hand.

Maybe it was because he grew up spending most of his free time in libraries, but Namjoon seemed to find himself inside one every time he sought peace or comfort.

The smell of books, the sound of paper when a page of a book turned, it relaxed him like nothing else.

Putting his bag on the table, Namjoon started to take the books that he had out, ready to study for the test of philosophy that he was so eager to get over with when a sudden noise caught his attention.

Looking up from the table, he narrowed his eyes at the sight of a girl kneeled on the floor busy picking up a couple of books that she had accidently drop in the aisle full of historical novels.

She was wearing thick clothes and a beanie covered her head.

Her face was red, probably because of the cold outside and she was nibbling nervously on her lip while she got back to her feet.

He tried to take in her scent, to see if you were human or a hybrid just like him, because the beanie made it impossible to see what ears were under it – that’s when you look up.

Your eyes locked with his and you froze on the spot before hugging your books tightly around your chest and walking in front of his table, heading outside of the library without looking at him again.

It was then, when you walked near him, that the strong smell of suppressant came to his nose.

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After that unusual encounter, Namjoon couldn’t get you out of his head.

Why would anyone take suppressant to hide their smell, he could tell that the type you were using wasn’t for a heat, because the smell was very distinct.

You were trying to hide your real scent, and that made it impossible to identify your type.

“She is probably taking an enormous quantity of suppressants.” Namjoon said to Yoongi, laying on his bed with arms under his head.

“Was she wearing a beanie?” He asked and Namjoon’s ears peaked up.

“How do you know?” He muttered confused, turning his head to face the cat hybrid who had his eyes closed.

“I think I know who you’re talking about. She’s Y/N. I have her in my history class.”

The days after that, Namjoon started to pick up Yoongi from class, hoping to see you once again.

The cat hybrid seemed unbothered by the wolf’s new habit of waiting for him outside of class, yet he couldn’t help but smirk every time he saw him looking at you with dreamy and curious eyes when you Stood up from your desk to gather all your stuff ready to leave.

“Close your mouth dog, you’re drooling.” He chuckled, before grabbing Namjoon’s arm and pulling him away from the doorframe.

To him it was like a torture, smelling the air around you hoping to sense something, and then smelling nothing other than suppressants – a smell that by now he had started to hate more than anything else.

You always had a beanie to cover up your ears, he always saw you by yourself and Namjoon’s instincts kept telling him to go up to you, throw the beanie away and mark you as his to bring you inside of his pack.

He didn’t know if the interest in you was caused by the curiosity of discovering what you were, or by the infatuation that he felt since the moment you two locked eyes. It was almost an unexplainable attraction that was slowly making him go insane.

“Maybe she’s your mate. I know that wolves believe in that kind of thing.” Jimin said as Namjoon and his friends ate at the cafeteria.

He had felt the need to tell everything to the boys before Yoongi could do it to make fun of him, but they were more than understanding to him.

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t know because she takes too many suppressants, I need to smell her real scent for once.” He grumbled, playing with his food while holding his head with his hand.

“Don’t play with your food. How old are you? Four?” Jin nagged slapping Namjoon’s hand lightly and the wolf sighed, laying down the spoon.

“I’m sorry I just…I don’t know I just can’t get her off my mind. I’ve been thinking about her for weeks now and I don’t understand why.” He cried out and Hoseok laughed.

“For being the smartest hybrid of the whole planet, you’re pretty dumb.” Jungkook said and the others chuckled.

“You like her, it’s not that difficult to understand.” Jimin said and Namjoon looked at him for a couple of seconds before going back to his food.

“I guess you’re right…” He muttered, but Taehyung’s sudden excitement recalled his attention from the food.

“You know what you should do? Come to the party with us tonight! You’ll have fun and you can also take your mind off for a couple of hours!” Namjoon thought about it for a bit.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.”

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It was definitely a bad idea.

As soon as he went inside the house were the party was held, Namjoon felt a mixture of scents that made his head spin.

He could tell that there were hybrids of all kinds inside the house, and humans to no end.

Some hybrids were even in heat, but he had enough control to walk away from whoever threw himself at him.

People were smoking, drinking, dancing and just making a mess.

The boys where nowhere to be seen, except from Yoongi who had decided to stay at the dorm and Hoseok who opted for staying there with him.

Namjoon found himself alone after an hour inside the house and, feeling his ears hurt because of the loud music, he decided to just stay outside and take a look around.

To his surprise, he wasn’t the only one who had that idea and his blood almost froze when he saw you sitting on the grass outside the house.

He stayed still for a moment, unsure of what to do, but she seemed to notice that someone was looking at her and turned around.

“Hi.” Namjoon muttered, before wanting to slap himself in the face for the awkwardness.

You hesitated before replying back.

“Hi.”

“Do you mind me being here? I can find another place if you want.” The wolf asked, feeling his ears twitch in embarrassment and she hesitated once again.

Namjoon took it as a sign that she wanted to stay by herself and turned around, ready to go back inside, but her voice came to his ears.

“You can stay, I don’t mind.”

Smiling faintly at the sweet sound of her voice, Namjoon took place beside her and sat on the grass.

The smell of suppressants was still strong but he sensed something else about you, a strong aura.

“My name is Namjoon.” He introduced himself to you and gave you a hand to shake.

You replied with a smile and shook it back.

“I’m Y/N.”

He felt like he was in heaven just by staying next to you. Maybe the boys weren’t wrong about the whole mate thing.

“I see you also don’t enjoy partying that much.” She chuckled and Namjoon nodded.

“My friend forced me to come.” She added and he listened with attention, feeling like this was a moment to remember.

“My friends left me by myself, plus I don’t really like the whole atmosphere neither.” This was her time to nod and a small moment of silence resounded between the two of them.

Namjoon didn’t know what was happening inside his head at the moment, but for some kind of reason he felt like the control that he was so proud of having disappeared.

“I really like you.” He blurted out and you widened your eyes at the sudden outburst.

“I’m sorry, I know that its soon and we literally just met but I remember when I saw you at the library and…I don’t know, something inside me just snapped.” You looked at his embarrassed face for a bit, not knowing what to said before speaking up.

“I don’t even know you.” You smiled at him as those words came out of your mouth and he smiled back, chuckling lightly.

“I’m Namjoon, I just moved here this hear from a city that no one knows and that was nice for me only because it has nice woods. I’m a wolf hybrid although I don’t act like it, I’m nice and I’ve never acted like a predator before in my life. I never get mad and I try to be sweet to everyone I know. I prefer sour over sweet and, although I’m a wolf, I prefer fish over meat. I can’t stay alone for too much time and I have my own pack formed of other six hybrids. I was a loser when I was younger because I refused to go out with other kids, I studied and I basically lived inside my school’s library. I feel calm when I’m inside one and I love the smell of books because they remind me of home. That’s why I felt my heart flutter when I first saw you, you felt like home too even though I’ve never saw you before.” You smiled widely as he talked about himself and you felt your heart warmer when he confessed what he felt about you. Namjoon felt lightly scared when he finished talking, and you could smell that from him.

“Nice to meet you Namjoon.” You chuckled, looking at his eyes glitter.

“Would you like to maybe, go out for a coffee tomorrow?” You asked him and he widened his smile, nodding at your question.

“I need to go now but, I’ll see you tomorrow after class.” You stood up from the grass, holding your beanie before smiling back at him once again and walking away from where you were sitting before – leaving Namjoon starstrucked.

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“So you have a date?” Taehyung asked and Namjoon stuttered.

“I-I don’t know. She just said that we should meet up but maybe she doesn’t intend it like that.”

“Dude you literally confessed your love to her after you met her, another girl would have run away as far as possible.” Jungkook joked, but Namjoon didn’t feel like smiling back.

“Maybe I went overboard, I don’t know I feel like she just did it to be nice.” He muttered and Hoseok looked down at his watch.

“Well, History class finished two minutes ago, you should hurry up.”

Widening his eyes, Namjoon started to cuss and he ran out of the dorm – leaving his pack’s laughs behind.

He hurried down the corridors of the college, ready to greet you outside of class and hoping that you’d still be waiting for him in front of the door, but the scene in front of him wasn’t quite what he was expecting.

You were there, but you weren’t alone and those guys around you didn’t look like they were your friends.

“C’mon, just take the damn hat off.” One of them snapped and Namjoon recognized him from his calculus class, he was a hybrid as well – a dog one.

“Go away.” You struggled to walk away from them, having another one to block you from moving away.

“I can smell your suppressants from miles away, are you that disgusted of being a hybrid? Take this fucking beanie off.” Namjoon felt his blood boil at what those fuckers were saying, so he decided that for once, he should’ve followed his instincts.

“Hey!” He called out for them and walked towards you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The dog hybrid laughed, already knowing who Namjoon was.

“Namjoon just piss off, you might ruin your sweet façade.” He laughed but a low growl from Namjoon’s throat made him widen his eyes.

“Go away before I snap your throat.” He growled and you looked at him in shock.

Namjoon’s authority made the others back off, feeling victims of his dominance, and they left you alone in seconds.

“I..” You tried to speak, feeling far too overwhelmed.

“I thought you said that you’ve never act like a predator.” You said looking at him in the eyes.

“Are you okay?” He ignored your words and took your hand in his.

“C’mon.” He pulled you out of the corridor, walking outside of the school and he seated you in a bench, taking place next to you.

“Maybe you need to take a bit of fresh air.” He said sweetly and you nodded, not used to this amount of care.

“I was in a shelter as a child.” You said and he looked at you surprised.

“What?”

“They kept me in a shelter and I got freed only when I was sixteen.” You said, now looking at him in the eyes.

“I don’t…” Namjoon muttered and you cut him with your words.

“It’s the reason why I hide my ears and my scent. I was scared of being found again.” You confessed and he seemed to understand more.

“I thought that shelters were considered illegal.”

“They are, they found a way to hide me and keep me and other hybrids away from pro-hybrid associations.” You said and you felt Namjoon’s hand caressing your own.

“I just grew feeling embarrassed of it, I wanted to be treated normally.” You continued, feeling teary eyed and Namjoon scoot closer to you – wrapping his tail around your leg in comfort.

“You’re free now. You don’t have to be scared of who you are.” He said slowly, keeping his hands on your own and you sniffled.

Moving your hands on your hat, you slowly took off your beanie – revealing your ears to Namjoon who looked at them stunningly.

“Can I?” You nodded and with a hand, he caressed them with care and delicacy.

“What are you?” He asked and you smiled at his surprised face.

“A bear.” Saying it felt like taking off a massive weight from your shoulders.

For a moment you felt scared of his reaction, but you relaxed when his words came out of his mouth.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He muttered and, feeling like it was the best thing to do, you slowly cupped his face and leaned in gently, and kissed his warms lips - feeling a rush of adrenaline in your whole body.

Namjoon moved his hands around your waist and he held you closer, kissing you back and squeezing lightly your side.

He didn’t need to smell your scent to know that you were his mate.

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