#Transforers One

[dragontamer05]

Oh this I like This

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[fishleeks]

idk what you guys expect from me but were you expecting Abe Sapien posting in 2024

[gdevan]

Just remembered that I saw this sign by the local theater a few weeks ago

[everykillerbee]

[transformersimagines]

Drive-in Movie

Start here for context. 

(MTMTE) Ratchet

“You still haven’t told me what the occasion is.” You ask, casting a glance at your passenger. Ratchet was staring straight ahead watching the street signs as they passed. 

“It's better to just wait till we get there,” Ratchet sighs, probably tired of you asking the same question just slightly different. You have been driving for almost 45 minutes now. 

“Well, that's extremely ominous.” You huff, glancing back at your map and turning off the highway. Ratchet had put the coordinates into your phone for your date night. And yes, they were actually coordinates, when you looked at them before you started driving it just led you to an empty carpool lot. 

“Just trust me.” He definitely sounded more nervous than usual. He’s usually more sure of himself. Like he knows everything there is to know about everything. You reach over and gently grab his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before returning it to the wheel. 

“You know I do.”

When you arrive at the carpool lot Ratchet leads you over a locked gate, following a dirt and gravel road. You follow behind, quickly locking your car and tucking the keys into your pocket. 

Ratchet seems completely unaffected by the rough terrain, simply charging ahead. You weren’t on this road long before Ratchet turned off and started up a steep, grassy hill. 

“Wait for me!” 

“Sorry about that, I was just-”

“Thinking. I know. You’ve been thinking this entire time. I haven’t been able to get more than basic small talk out of you since the park.”

“We’ll, here we are,” Ratchet states as you both round the top of the hill, now side by side. At the top is a parked ambulance, Ratchet’s ambulance. As you get closer you see the back doors are open, overlooking the nearby Dive-In movie theater. 

“Whoa!” You turn and look inside the back of Ratchet's car and see a blanket, a deck of cards, and a few other small games. “Quite the view, though we could have probably been down there. It would have at least been an easier walk.” 

“I need there to be enough space...” Ratchet trails off. You didn't focus on what he said, turning back to the ambulance. 

“Didn’t you say you were going to repurpose this into something else? Cause I feel like it's illegal to be driving around an ambulance as your main form of transportation while not being an active EMS…person.” You reach for the term and just can’t seem to find it, changing your focus to the games Ratchet brought. 

“Well… the thing is…” Ratchet starts. You turn your full attention to him, absentmindedly shuffling the deck you picked up, leaning against the back of his car. He trails off while eyeing you up and down. His eyes do the thing he always does. It's as if they unfocused, but not quite. Like he's reading a book. You can see his eyes moving back and forth with purpose, except he didn't have a book. He’s just standing there. Buffering.  

“Uuuuh, l-looks like the movies are starting down there. Why don’t we pick one to tune into and play a game. I don’t know why your so…” your gesture to him vaguely, walking closer to him, “tense. But, why don’t we just take a breath and relax? You are under no obligation to tell, or show me anything you aren’t ready to.” Ratchet looks down at you fondly, his signature smirk slowly stretching across his face. 

“Am I that transparent?” He chuckles. 

“Oh ya, practically see-through.” You laugh tapping his chest as if your hand would just pass right through.

“Now why don’t we choose a movie to listen in on!” You turn around and walk towards the back of Ratchet’s car. Before you got there the radio turned on right in the middle of some action trailer. 

“[comfort  movie] is playing today.” Ratchet comes behind you and sits down on the edge of the trailer. You sit opposite of him, straightening the blanket out between you too. 

“That's awesome! I love that movie!" 

"I know." Ratchet doesn't say that with any mirth. God, it made you feel all mushy inside, your face heating up a bit. You return your focus to the cards in your hand, needing a distraction. 

"Anyway! Are you ready to lose!” Ratchet chuckles as you start dealing the cards out. 

The stars sparkled in the sky, the only light the moon, stars, and interior lights of the ambulance as the two of you chatted away, barely paying attention to the movie and game. The only thing that pulled you away from your conversation was the drive-in announcer over the radio. The movie had ended and they were recommending people go to the bathroom and buy snacks. You lean back on your arm, looking towards the radio absentmindedly, your eyes travel around the inside of Ratchet's car. It was nice, neat, and clean. Also empty, now that you had a closer look. Nothing was inside except for you two, the blanket, and the small games. 

“Guess the movie’s done, are we staying for the second one?” You ask, not looking back at Ratchet, still looking around the interior. The radio turned off then, the elevator-esk music the drive-in was playing cut off. You could only hear the sounds of the wildlife outside. 

“Actually, I think now might be a good time to talk. About me.” He starts more confident than he ended. You look back at him trying to encourage him to continue. 

“Remember when you asked me what I do for a living?”

“Yes. You said you are a doctor of sorts.” You remember.  He said he was involved in a war, as a combat medic. When he was explaining it he sounded... time-worn. Like this war had taken centuries off his life. When you asked what war he was involved in he never answered, opting to switch the topic.

“Yay, well I’m not a doctor for humans... I'm-” Ratchet seemed to be reaching for something, not that you really noticed. You were too focused on his wording.  He always said things precisely as it was meant to be said, so why did he…

“Human?” You question, cutting him off. The question hangs in the air.  You didn’t know what your question was exactly. 

“I’m a doctor, by Earth's definition, but for my own kind,” Ratchet explained slowly, each word said with immense care. 

“I don’t understand.” You sit up straighter, annoyance slips into your voice. “Earth, humans. I mean you talking like you… aren’t human?” 

Silence. 

“Because I’m not, (y/n).” Your world freezes for a moment. This had to be a joke, I mean it sounded insane. For the 2 years you’ve known Ratchet he has never been a big joker, always pretty serious and straightforward. He sounded serious right now, really serious. 

“You don’t sound like you're messing with me.” you ease yourself out of the back of the ambulance, opting to pace in a small circle, trying to get your thoughts in order. “I can’t…believe that?” 

That was your honest answer. I mean you trusted Ratchet, but this was something completely different. Your brain was starting to connect dots that shouldn’t be connected.  Weird behavior you just wrote off as a quirky aspect of Ratchet's personality. Was he telling the truth? The sound of the back of the ambulance closing and your main light source suddenly going out startled you. 

“Deep breaths (y/n).” When did you start breathing so fast? You needed to get ahold of yourself. You could see Ratchet look extremely worried. One deep breath.

“Show me.” You didn’t understand what you were asking, and Ratchet seemed extremely hesitant. “I-I’m sorry, I’m just.. Overwhelmed right now. My brain is just trying to make sense of things. I need some sort of proof.”

Ratchet nods, giving you one final glance before... He completely disappeared. It was like when you accidentally turned off your TV. You could see him in one moment, he unfocused for a split second, then he was gone. What you did not expect was the ambulance to start moving, specifically parts of it moved in different directions. 

A giant robot was standing in front of you. Why weren’t you moving? Were you even breathing? The silence was deafening. Before you couldn’t hear anything, and now you could hear every little sound. From the crickets to the distant sound of people starting up their cars. 

“(Y/n)...” It said… He said… This was Ratchet… You open your mouth to say something but are distracted by a spotlight blinding you. 

“Scrap.” Ratchet hissed. You stumbled back at the speed he… turned back into the ambulance. Far faster than... transforming into one. 

“What are you doing up here!” A voice yells out. You watch as a young man in a police uniform approaches. You were starting to panic. 

“Ummmm..” You glance at the ambulance - at Ratchet. The human Ratchet wasn’t anywhere in sight. You needed to make something up now!

“I was just listening to the radio after work, the view up here is incredible with the stars?” You meekly gesture up to the sky. You did not sound confident at all. 

“In an ambulance?” The cop points his light at Ratchet. Ratchet doesn’t move or do anything. 

“I-I just bought it recently! Going to fix it up! You're looking at a future mobile tiny home!” You do a weak attempt at jazz hands. The cop didn’t look too convinced, running his flashlight along the side of Ratchet. 

“Look, you're on private property, you need to leave.”  Looks like he didn't find whatever he was looking for.

“No worries! I was just packing up and leaving now!” You smile. It felt so forced. You and the cop just stand there for a minute, no one moved. After a while, he gestures to Ratchet’s driver's side door, then back at you. 

“You mean right now!” 

“Yes, unless you want me to walk back to my cruiser and write you a tick-”

“Nonono! I’m leaving right now!” You confidently walk towards the driver's side door. Please open! Finding no resistance with the door you sit down in the driver's seat, buckle in, and… you had no idea what to do next.

“Just grab the wheel and pretend like you're driving. I’ve got it.” Ratchet's voice speaks softly through the radio, the engine coming to life as if you turned the key. You lightly grab the wheel and offer a nervous wave to the cop as Ratchet pulls away. Once out of sight you release the wheel and stare at it in silence. There was a strange symbol you didn't recognize, it looked almost like a face. 

You hated how awkward you felt right now. This silence was slowly killing you. There were so many questions you had. Now was as good a time as any to ask them. 

“So you're a robot.”  But I guess you were starting with a stupid one.  You held back a cringe. 

“The correct term is Cybertronian.”

“Cy-ber-tron-ian” You dissected the word as you spoke. As if that would help you understand things better. You stare out the windshield into the sky.

“What is space like?”

[drakobloxxer-creature-bites-you]

GAY

Starscream is a thief! He stole Megatron's first kiss... and Starscream is not ashamed at all.

[uyuforu]

Astro Observations VII: Solar & Lunar Return

Hi everyone! I haven't post in a while, mostly due to busy schedule ;-; I'm barely sleeping these days, a lot of demands from clients, also visiting my family, and I have a wedding tomorrow. Im tired but my Lunar Return's 6H Stellium warned me! Anyway, I thought of doing a post that I consider easy: Astro Observations! This one is focused on Solar & Lunar Return. Solar Returns are charts that change every years and Lunar Returns change every month. Some people don't believe in Lunar Returns, yet I do and feel it to the chore lol! Anyway! Hope you'll like today's post ^^ Between! This post will mostly be about my FS' Solar & Lunar Returns! I thought it would be cool to change perspective :)

All pictures were found on Pinterest

Other posts you could like:

જ⁀➴ Astrology Observations VI

જ⁀➴ Lunar Return Chart I

જ⁀➴ Lunar Return Chart II

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Solar Return

⋆˚✿˖° The 6H is very not appreciated enough in my opinion, mostly in solar returns! The year me and my FS met, we both had Groom/ Briede 6H. In my opinion, this can be an indicator of meeting your FS, because 6H is about routine and daily life, and having those asteroids, Venus or Juno there can be a sign of meeting someone/ your FS, who will have be part of your daily life from now on. So having Briede/ Groom can be a sign of meeting your FS and them being part of your life.

⋆˚✿˖° My FS had Briede conjunct Union in Sagittarius 6H the year we met, it was online. Indeed there was distance and we met on an app that was about learning languages. The conjunction is an obvious sign of meeting.

⋆˚✿˖° He also had Juno there and conjuncted Briede and Union lol. It was obvious. He had a huge crush and love at first sight.

⋆˚✿˖° MORE. The ruler of his 6H was Jupiter and it was in his 9H. He spent a lot of time on this app, learning languages, he was obsessed with it.

⋆˚✿˖° The year we met in real life, he had Briede conjunct Sun, def meeting "in real life". Him meeting me.

⋆˚✿˖° But he also had Briede conjunct Saturn, and he was putting barriers between us. And it's no surprise since he also had Sun conjunct Saturn. He was creating barriers for himself, for protection.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn 6H was also about health matters, his health state was an obstacle for him. He also thought he didn't have his life fully together.

⋆˚✿˖° He had 7H Neptune also that year, he was pretty delusional about his love life and his point of view about love and marriage. He thought he was doomed to never marry, and never love and be loved.

⋆˚✿˖° BUT! He also had Jupiter there, so he was blind with those fake ideas while I was just standing there 🧍🏻‍♀️

⋆˚✿˖° The year he talked about marriage a lot to me, he had Briede conjunct Jupiter 5H, with Juno too!

⋆˚✿˖° His 5H Ruler was also in 7H, and it was Mars. His 7H Ruler was in his 4H, being Venus, he was thinking of something very serious for sure.

⋆˚✿˖° Yet, 7H Mars could also indicate fight, and Chiron being in the 5H too, we indeed had a big fight. He hurt me and I have hurt him too!

⋆˚✿˖° 9H Stellium could mean you are very focused on learning languages or traveling/ wanting to travel.

⋆˚✿˖° If your 9H Ruler is in 11H, you could spend a lot of time online to learn languages, or app that helps you learning languages.

⋆˚✿˖° Venus/ Juno in 8H or 12H could mean you have a secret crush, or you have a crush on someone who doesn't know about it.

⋆˚✿˖° 9H Ruler in 5H could mean you could find love while traveling or loving your traveling! You'll have a lot of fun.

⋆˚✿˖° 10H Ruler in 5H could mean you could have the reputation of being a player lol.

⋆˚✿˖° 7H Ruler in 1H could mean if you get in a relationship this year, you'll take it so seriously it will be part of your identity.

⋆˚✿˖° Scorpio MC means a big change and transformation in your career this year. If Pluto (the Ruler) falls in the 12H, you'll deeply change it that people will think you do something different. You could also quit your job and do something totally different.

⋆˚✿˖° If 9H and 4H have the same Ruler and it falls in your 12H, then it could mean traveling to see family who lives overseas.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter conjunct Uranus in 3H could be that at some point this year, you'll have a conversation that will reveal a lot of untold truth. You'll discover things, truth and it could be a happy realization.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 1H means you'll focus on yourself this year, and it can mean you'll want to choose options that are best for you. You'll change your identity, appearance, you are more likely to glow up.

⋆˚✿˖° 8H Ruler in 5H means you could be in your era of wanting to have friends with benefits or one night stands.

⋆˚✿˖° Yet, if you have this aspect and Chiron is in your 8H, at some point this could come back to you and you could be hurt. For example, you could realize this is not actually something you enjoy, or you caught feelings, or it creates more pain in the end than pleasure.

⋆˚✿˖° AND if with Chiron 8H you also have Part of Fortune, this could mean this pain and karma is part of a lesson, and it's a good thing under a bad thing.

⋆˚✿˖° 1H Ruler in 5H is another sign of glowing up!

⋆˚✿˖° If you have 7H Ruler in 1H and Groom/ Briede also in 1H, and you are in a relationship, you could already see yourself married with this person.

⋆˚✿˖° 4H Ruler in 6H could represents enjoying your daily life routine, or finding a life routine at home/ family.

⋆˚✿˖° Scorpio 4H means your family and home life will be transformed. And if the Ruler is in 6H, it means your daily routine will be transformed too.

⋆˚✿˖° I realized Union in SRC could represents the new person you'll meet this year and the house could represent where you'll meet this person, in which life area.

Lunar Return

⋆˚✿˖° The Month I was so busy I was barely sleeping I had a 6H Stellium!

⋆˚✿˖° Mercury 11H means spending a lot of time on social medias, and perhaps even talking to people online. Otherwise, it can mean talking to a lot of friends.

⋆˚✿˖° Uranus conjunct North Node in 7H means a major change will happen in your relationships since

⋆˚✿˖° Neptune conjunct Juno in 11H could be a sign of having a crush online and stalking them lol.

⋆˚✿˖° Chiron 7H means you are feeling hurt by something your partner did or said. If not your partner, then someone you love (romantically).

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 8H can be a sign of being pretty private this month, but it can also mean discovering something that was hidden before.

⋆˚✿˖° 8H ruler in 11H is a sign of stalking online lol.

⋆˚✿˖° Briede/ Groom conjunct Juno 7H can be a sign of being in love with your spouse, or just feeling like you found the one.

⋆˚✿˖° Yet, Juno/ Groom/ Briede conjunct Chiron 7H can mean you feel hurt by their words or actions.

⋆˚✿˖° 7H Ruler in 9H could mean you will or want to travel for the one you love, or this could also indicate a long distance relationship.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn conjunct Venus means there are obstacles in this relationship. Otherwise, if you have no Chiron in 7H, this can also indicate a long term love, feeling secure and like this will last.

⋆˚✿˖° A stellium in 1H means you'll prefer to stay by yourself and not hang out with people often.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun 12H with Saturn means the same thing. You are a loner and this could be by choice.

⋆˚✿˖° Saturn 7H means you prefer to be alone, and you may put yourself some barriers between you and the one you love.

⋆˚✿˖° Sun conjunct Mercury 7H means you will or want to declare your feelings. Or this can be a sign of wanting to propose.

⋆˚✿˖° Moon conjunct Chiron 5H means you are feeling hurt because of love.

⋆˚✿˖° Chiron conjunct Neptune 1H can be a sign of crying. If Moon is there, it means this is because of something that hurt your feelings.

⋆˚✿˖° Neptune 8H means you'll imagine a lot of steamy things, yet it could mean not having s3x.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter 9H is a sign of traveling!

⋆˚✿˖° 5H Ruler in 9H is a sign of traveling for holidays.

⋆˚✿˖° Jupiter 4H could mean traveling to see your family.

⋆˚✿˖° 11H stellium could mean you'll see and meet a lot of people this month.

⋆˚✿˖° 10H stellium means a big success in your career! You could get a lot of recognition.

Thank you for reading!

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[pinkaditty]

Random HCs About Obey Me! Dateables (minus Newspaper Club)

a/n: hello my lovelies! me again! im writing as much as i can 2 re-accommodate myself 2 posting and such. lack of motivation and executive dysfunction have really been hitting hard lately, so id appreciate lots of love on my recent works! i need a good boost i think. wah anyway, im working on your requests! im working on multiple at once which is why its taking so long. ill be pumping out three at once, with any luck! please cheer me on raaaaaahhh!!!!

summary: a little blurb about some hcs i have for the demons, humans, and angels of Obey Me! minus Luke and the Newspaper Club. I promise 2 make more content of them later though! most of these hcs are anatomy and personality based.

cw: nsfw (MINORS DNI), suggestive, mentions of monsterfucking, seduction, monster traits (slit pupils, scales, feathers, wings, pointed ears, fangs, etc), as well as detailed descriptions of odd bodily morphisms. its probably not as bad as i have listed here but viewer discretion is advised regardless. NOT PROOFREAD! there will probably be lots of typos :(

MINORS DNI! THIS POST IS SUGGESTIVE AND WILL LATER LEAD INTO AN NSFW POST! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY!

IMPORTANT INFO BEFORE WE BEGIN that I hc that the brothers and other demons all have different demon forms. Like, they have their mostly human forms (Form 1), but then they have their in-game demon forms (Form 2), and then on top of that, they have a second, less humanoid, more monsterish demon form (Form 3), and then past that, they have a full monster demon form (Form 4, monsterfuckers unite!!!1!). ill get into those hcs later. side note that i also believe the demon dateables have heat cycles and will make a separate post detailing that.

General overview (a more thorough one will be created later):

Form 1: Human form that the demon dateables have in-game. Some monster traits are still there, such as unusually large teeth and fangs, pointed ears, and odd morphisms (strangely shaped pupils, strangely shaped tongue, strangely colored flesh, retractable claws and teeth, etc).

Form 2: Humanoid demon form that the demon dateables have in-game. More monster traits are revealed, such as scales, horns, tails, fins, wings, and any other traits, including more exaggerated traits that are suppressed in their humanoid form (longer and pointier ears, more obvious slit pupils, sharp fangs and retractable teeth and claws no longer repressed, etc).

Form 3: Monster-like demon form, but still vaguely humanoid. Whatever demon features they have are extremely exaggerated instead of repressed, and scales, feathers, or any other features they have become more prominent, widespread, and obvious. 

Form 4: Full on Monster demon. They become the animals they represent. For example, Leviathan literally BECOMES the monster leviathan, the impossibly large sea serpent. Asmodeus would become a manticore, Beelzebub would be a fly-bull hybrid, Belphegor is a cow minotaur but more monsterish, if that makes sense. etc etc im sure you have got it figured out. 

Anyways, lets get into it!

Demon Brothers:

Lucifer:

His feathers r constantly shedding. like. constantly. when he transforms into his demon form it's just a burst of feathers. 

when he's in his humanoid demon form (Form 2) he'll have wings behind his ears. they're small and heavy. 

Surprisingly doesn't mind when MC preens his feathers or horns and genuinely enjoys it. He purrs at the feeling. will not encourage you to do it though.

achy back because his wings, while smaller, became heavier. sits down a lot and relaxes his back muscles often. will never have incorrect posture bc of this.

has a tail but it's like. just feathers. he's slightly embarrassed about it because it sticks straight out and he cannot manipulate it whatsoever.

Has small feathery spots on his body when he's in humanoid demon form (Form 2). Like, the center of his chest, back of his neck, cheekbones, and his ankles all grow feathers when he transforms.

only wears reading glasses. his eyesight actually isn't that bad, it just helps him see things clearer. 

hates it when his room smells like him like he just can't stand it. on occasion his brothers will come in and just randomly spend time in there when he's not working. the smell of family helps him relax.

actually enjoys the nickname Lucy but won't admit that. 

is genuinely a good cook just doesn't do it often because of all the work he has to do.

bleeds a deep blue with a thin red sheen. black gums and oral flesh. not due to health issues they're just like that; the fall physically altered their bodies in more ways than one. also has retractable fangs but they're non-existent when retracted. his mouth is just incisors literally. 

long, flat tongue. pointed and sharp at the end. 

Mammon:

hates the color green. nothing wrong with anyone wearing it but he cannot stand the color anywhere in his room or on him. 

has partial tritanopia. it mostly affects his red/purple vision. can see most colors pretty okay, though. especially green and god he hates it. 

ok please hear me out: he's got bad eyesight. you will never catch him without contacts or glasses because he will not be caught lacking ever again. 

has pointed ears. very sharp and long. 

he actually does have a tail, but not in the humanoid demon form (Form 2). when he gets to the next stage, a more humanoid monsterish demon (Form 3), his tail sprouts from his lower back. not very long, but very sharp, scaly, and has spines on the back.

has and will use his horns as corkscrews. easy solution! 

has retractable claws in his hands and feet

flaps his wings indignantly to get attention, especially around MC or to overpower overlapping voices. something about them commands attention and he's proud of it.

bleeds gold and has a black tongue like Lucifer, but golden oral flesh. can't explain it i just feel it in my soul. 

his blood is naturally corrosive. will literally burn not only your skin, but the skin of his brothers as well. can dissolve metals in seconds. do not let him bleed around you. 

has generally sharp teeth, his canines being longer and sharper. teeth have a nice golden sheen to them. the first time you saw his teeth u were convinced he was wearing grills cuz???? 

thick black forked tongue but fork is not very prominent. presents more like a split tongue than a fork. 

his tongue is also super abrasive. has tiny keratin projections like a cat's tongue. won't really hurt if he licks you but it's a weird sensation. 

Leviathan:

can't hear well above ground and needs a greater water pressure to hear better. he's a deep sea demon so it's a little obvious.

responds better to light than color and actually also can't differentiate between colors very well. deep sea thing, it's the light that matters more than the color of it. he can still see color, just that physically speaking, flipping his lights on and off will get his attention quicker than holding a paper in front of his face.

since he's a deep sea demon, and there's lots of pressure in the deep sea, his body expands when he's above sea level, hence: he is slightly chubby (round face, protruding pudgy tummy, you can't exactly tell because he always dresses baggy). argue with the wall. 

pupils are more slit-like. still rounded in humanoid form (Form 1) but definitely slit-like. become fully slits when he's in his humanoid demon form (Form 2). 

has two sets of eyelids; 2nd set is clear and behind his normal eyelids. they close horizontally and are used to protect his eyes in saltwater and allow him to see. 

has gills (located on neck and sides of his torso) and therefore has a greater lung capacity than any of his brothers. his gills are also sensitive and somewhat erogenous. ask before you touch them please or else he'll jump out of his skin.

neck is very long. is actually the second tallest of the brothers, you just can't tell because of how much he slouches. 

has fins behind his ears, on his forearms, and on his calves and ankles. they are large, shimmery, and a blue-purple color. not super sensitive but be gentle when you touch them bc they're privy to tear. 

can flap his fins and does this when he's excited.

has scales all over his body in humanoid demon form (Form 2), randomly placed in thick groups (shoulder blades, cheeks, neck, hips). they are small, smooth, shimmery, and midnight blue.

will often swim around in his aquarium. is on good terms with every creature he has in there and is always bringing a new one. 

he constantly looks wet because his scales and fins are so shimmery but he's not wet he's just shiny. 

tail is actually very thin and brittle at the end. will grow back if it breaks off but he's not fond of that happening. it's much stronger and heavier at the base. he can crush a human femur with that.

pointed ears like Mammon, even in his humanoid form (Form 1). 

bleeds orange, has lavender gums and oral flesh. seven rows of fangs, and the lesser four are retractable. also has the longest fangs of his brothers. 

forked tongue forked tongue!! it's very very long and thin and deep blue. his taste buds are scattered among the inside of his mouth rather than on his tongue. 

it's also abrasive, like Mammon's, but his tongue will actually hurt. like, actually, unless it's the underside. 

Satan:

can't remember where I saw this but someone said his feather boa is a collection of Lucifer's feathers and I wholeheartedly agree. that's exactly what they are. he does this out of spite. 

his hands are abnormally large, on par with Beel's size. all the better to destroy with!

i know what the website says but they're taller in my hcs anyway. and I headcanon that he's the shortest. he's the smallest. by like, one inch shorter than Asmo (who i hc to be abt 6'2-5, so Satan is just under that range). it's so unfortunate BUT he grows into the second tallest when he transforms into his full demon form :] (Form 4)

can hear and see very well. has one of the most heightened senses of the brothers.

also has slit-like pupils like Levi.

has retractable claws in both his hands and feet. 

has two thick, protruding black ridges on his back leading to his tail. they are scaly and of the same material as his horns. they present more like a heavily ridged spine in his humanoid form (Form 1), but they become more obvious in his humanoid demon form (Form 2).

loves to stare at cats at midnight because his eyes are the same shape as theirs at that time. will often sneak out to find a cat and simply stare.

his tail is scaly, but not like Levi's. the scales are much bigger and thicker, like uneven chunks of metal. 

the end of it is pointed

his tail isn't really sensitive, but it is ticklish if you can get to the skin underneath the scales.

has small gauges. can't explain it, these are the only piercings he has. 

bleeds a bright, sickly green. has forest green gums and oral flesh. Teeth are normal but his canines are heavily pronounced, longer and sharper than the surrounding teeth. his molars are also abnormally sharp, the edges pointed and elongated. 

tongue is forked like Mammon's in that it presents more like a split tongue. his is barely there. also, has teeth on his tongue. small fangs along the sides of it. it's a sickly green. Mammon hates watching Satan talk. 

Asmodeus: 

His pupils are horizontal bars, like that of a goat. surprisingly unnoticeable unless you stare.

has never gotten a single blemish on his skin ever but that doesn't stop him from using skincare products anyway!

naturally smells like roses, but around humans, he smells like their deepest desires.

his wings are not very strong. he can't fly for very long or very high either.

he has a birthmark the shape of a lipstick kiss mark on his left hip. he's so proud of it and will show it off unprovoked.

has very light, almost unnoticeable freckles. doesn't like to cover them up because when he goes full manticore demon form (Form 3 and 4), his whiskers show up in the same area. it's uncomfortable.

his ears are pointed slightly. not as much as Mammon's, but still pointed.

very frail. not necessarily a bad thing, just surprising. his health could shatter instantaneously. while he may not die from something, he could be bedridden for a while. 

bleeds a glittery pink and his blood is a natural aphrodisiac. gums and oral flesh appear normal but are actually an unsettlingly bright pink color. has fangs, most of his teeth are slightly pointed. they're the sharpest fangs of the brothers. 

forked tongue except it's in three segments. they're all shaped like normal tongues but abnormally long and the middle one is the longest. bright pink and slightly abrasive. also pretty thick. has some of his taste buds on his bottom jaw.

Beelzebub:

also has horizontal bars for pupils. also strangely unnoticeable unless you stare. 

the largest, tallest, and bulkiest of his brothers, but weighs slightly less than Mammon and Lucifer because their wings are particularly heavy. 

you never have to worry about him choking because he won’t. it always goes down the right pipe i promise.

is a great cook! can never finish though. the ingredients are gone before he’s finished. hes the type to make cookie dough and then eat the dough. never making the cookies. it’s not his fault though he’s just super hungry.

MC and Belphie work together to provide Beel with a secret stash of food so that he doesn’t always clear out the fridge. it’s a win-win.

wings are very lightweight, as are his horns. he never beats his wings because he sounds like a giant fly when he does and it has disturbed more than enough people at this point. will buzz them when eating particularly good food. he can’t help that. 

has antennae along with his horns. long, thin, and black. almost invisible if you don’t pay attention. 

can communicate with flies and other small insects but doesn’t bother to do so very often. will tell them to stay away from MC if MC doesn’t like bugs. 

bleeds red, but an odd oversaturated and bright red. gums and oral flesh are the same color, but his tongue is black. not forked, but very flat and long, allowing for more room for food in his mouth and down his throat. 

all of his teeth are fangs except for his molars for grinding. his molars, however, have elongated sharp edges like Satan’s. teeth are stained red at the roots so it appears that his teeth are bloody. they’re not, they’re just like that. 

when starving, his saliva and blood are extremely, extremely acidic. will dissolve skin in seconds. when just typically hungry, it's about as acidic as gastric acid. 

Belphegor:

can switch back and forth between normal vision and negative light vision. usually sees in negative because his eyes are too tired and everything is constantly bright :(

also has horizontal bar pupils like Beel and Asmo. 

eyes droop downwards and have a hypnotizing look to them (both Beel and Asmo have this as well). the three younger brothers are particularly good at human seduction because of this trait.

is the youngest and therefore has the youngest brother attitude. iykyk. 

is probably more of a troublemaker than Mammon is. Mammon may be in financial debt but Belphie is in moral debt. Will embarrass all of his brothers (except Beel sometimes) and think nothing of it. doesn’t always get away with stuff though. what goes around comes around…!

would not be as close with Satan as he is canonically if they didn’t have hating Lucifer in common. but because they do have that in common, they’ve found other things to like about each other. Satan will keep quiet reading in the library if Belphie is napping there and in turn Belphie will spare Satan from the next round of exposing his brothers. win-win.

he resembles a satyr in his humanoid demon form (Form 2). his lower half is covered with spotted cow fur and his feet become hooves. 

tail is a mix of scales and fur. the scales are closer to the root of his tail, on his body, and eventually becomes more fur as it reaches the tip.

when angry or upset, will whip his tail around and crack it on the nearest hard surface (floor, table, wall, etc) multiple times. it sounds like a whip and is very startlingly loud. 

gets angry a lot. is also surprisingly very very expressive. 

has vitiligo and his spots are where the fur in his full demon form are lighter colors. 

has retractable claws but doesn't often use them.

bleeds purple with a red sheen. gums and oral flesh are black, but his tongue is purple.

has fangs, but they're probably the least prominent of his brothers. closest to normal human canines. however, he has the second strongest bite force of the brothers (first strongest is beel, third is satan). 

Dateable Side Characs:

Diavolo:

naturally high body temperature. constantly warm. how does he not sweat so much? we'll never know.

his horns at the base are very sensitive. like, extremely. he'll jump 10 feet if your fingers brush against them.

his laugh is naturally extra like that. he doesn't mean to be extra it's just like that.

secretly really wants to make a pact with MC but obviously can't, for multiple reasons. feels left out :/

his yawns are almost as animated and ridiculous as his laugh is. he's so silly.

totally a morning person. ask him to stay up late and he will conk out immediately.

very fond of and fascinated with humans and is enamored every time he talks to MC or Solomon. never lets it show. Barbatos knows, though.

is only one more inch taller than Beel. 

ik it's canon that none of the brothers are as strong as Dia but I like to hc that he'd have a hard time fighting any of them, Beel especially. if both of them were lucid and fully aware, Dia would eventually come out on top, but not without a grueling struggle.

his bodily fluids are as hot as magma. didn't even notice because of how warm he is until MC got burned from eating off the same spoon as him.

bleeds a brighter gold than Mammon. gums and oral flesh are also gold, but his tongue is black and forked similar to Mammon's.

huge fangs. they stick out of his lips sometimes.

his eyes aren't like the younger three demon brothers, but they can be very hypnotizing. he can't turn it on or off, so everyone usually ends up relenting to him because of it. except Barbatos and Thirteen, they are the only two immune to it. 

Barbatos:

in contrast to Dia this guy is constantly freezing. like touch his hands or neck and you'll feel like you've got frostbite. 

it's physically impossible for him to offer body warmth so just accept his tea instead

is a total tea enthusiast. even he doesn't know why. he just loves finding new teas to make.

similarly enamored with humans, but particularly with MC. less so with Solomon because he’s just not like other humans.

his power is definitely on par with Dia’s, if not more. this is why he was absolutely a necessary ally to Dia. Barbatos would be far worse as a neutral party or enemy.

there isn’t much he isn’t good at except board games. for whatever reason, if it’s not chess, he just can’t get the hang of it. even monopoly confuses him but he always somehow ends up owning the boardwalk. dumb luck or his sin? we may never know.

has gills like Levi along his neck and sides. his are much larger, however, and grow into patterned grooves on his back.

he has long hair. i know it's short in canon but in my heart? his hair is longer, like down to his mid-back. all of his hair is like a gradient, except it's slanted, if that makes sense. more hair will be teal on his left than on his right, and the gradient continues at an angle.

haaaaates taking off his gloves unless it's to touch people he loves. for example, he'll slip them off to pat Luke on the head or squeeze Dia's shoulder or to hug MC. 

his hands are perfect, btw. inexplicably perfect. something about the bone structure in his hands is just so alluring.

his tail is cold and constantly slimy. not unhygienic, just slimy. also very strong. he can lift and hold heavy things pretty well with it.

hates rats AND mice. both are committers of unforgivable crimes to him. but he's a bit of a scaredy cat. will yelp and hide behind the closest person (except Luke and most of the demon brothers) if a rat or mouse appears suddenly. 

bleeds a shimmery paris green. gums and oral flesh are the same color. his teeth are a blinding white, though. hard to look at.

tongue is similar to his tail in appearance and shape, except segmented into three like Asmodeus’s tongue. it's also freezing cold.

yk how i said asmodeus has the sharpest fangs of the brothers? well this guy has the sharpest fangs period. literally. his tongue and oral flesh is a bit thick to prevent his teeth from constantly cutting the inside of his mouth.

Simeon:

hair is really coily. idc what his hair looks like canonically. it's coily to me. also naturally soft and perfect like he has effortlessly perfect coils. 

lips are pretty thick, probably has the thickest lips of all characters. suuuuper kissable. two-toned. 

he is naturally constantly the perfect amount of warm. cuddles and hugs and small touches from him are always perfect because he's always the right temperature.

has the toothiest, goofiest grins ever. he doesn't grin often though. usually he just smiles.

is surprisingly super petty and will not let shit slide. will not. don't try it bc he's not the one. 

he KNOWS his outfit is a little revealing. he KNOWS when you're looking. and no, he won't stop you nor is he ashamed of it, but he will chide you if you go too far. 

will always be bad with technology and will always beat Barbatos in board games. except chess.

began writing TSL as an outlet for his wrath. it was therapeutic and worked to dissolve his wrath, but he does continue to struggle with it.

is actually super clever and knowing. on par with Barbatos and Solomon in terms of sheer knowledge. it just isn't readily apparent about him.

isn't exactly fond of stormy weather because his outfits include elaborate capes and he hates it when they get caught up in the wind and no longer appear elegant

dresses like a fall christian girl when it's cold out. sweaters and skinny jeans galore.

has normal oral flesh and gums, the only difference is that unlike other angels, Simeon has unusually sharp and long canines. 

normal tongue too, nothing to worry about.

Solomon:

he knows how to cook. he just loves how doing it incorrectly always manages to piss people off. he gets a good kick out of it.

has been alive for a very long time but still can't read analog clocks right, especially ones without numbers.

will occasionally disguise himself as a college student and attend classes to keep himself up to date with what is being taught. usually erases memories of students and teachers once he's done attending.

he knows he's immortal but he likes to live like he can die via regular things that could kill a human.

isn’t exactly an asshole, is just somehow an expert at pissing everyone off. he’s genuinely likeable, he’s just never gotten enough of how funny it is to piss people off. 

is still human but hanging around demons and angels has changed him in odd ways. for example, he’ll have an oddly strong sense of virtue, but at the same time value corruption.

obviously is on the side of humans, no matter what happens. its why he’s so attached to MC despite MC being very close with the brothers. secretly, he wants MC to choose him, too. 

normal human anatomy unfortunately. 

pays for his immortality in purity. it is why Thirteen mentioned his flame still sparkles, but it’s different. his soul becomes less pure and more corrupted the longer he lives on. ultimately this has no effect on his health, but it simply states that there’s really only one option for his afterlife. 

totally normal human anatomy. is surprisingly really healthy and doesn’t often get sick. 

a/n: wellllll that's all for now yippee!!!!!!!!! i hope you all enjoyed my little hcs. ive had this in the drafts for, like... a very long time, but just never got around 2 posting it, so i hope you all enjoy this. please leave a like, comment, and a reblog if you liked this post! i love 2 know that you all enjoy my works! also, if u have hcs about the demon dateables that you'd like to share, PLEASE TELL ME!!! i love sharing and discussing hcs, especially anatomy ones! its so much fun!!!

[muzansfangs]

Muzan with werewolf! reader while they're in that form sounds interesting-

Howling at the moon.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (werewolf reader)

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, language, horror vibes, blood and graphic depictions of violence, body horror, gore, parents rejection, solitude, eating humans, werewolf!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, possessive Muzan, dom!muzan, sub!reader, oral sex (Muzan!receiving), monster!fucking, reader has a tail, pointy canines, claws and wolf ears during the act, creampie, bitemarks;

Plot: since you two had met, a spiral of violence and lust had enveloped you. You were two monsters, you were both ‘cursed’ somehow. In a world where you were considered villains, you indulged into his bed every time there was a full moon to lead you to him. He saw beauty in you, you found a life-companion in him and it was enough to prove that monsters had hearts too.

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A full moon was shining brightly up above you, dimly illuminating your path. Not that you needed something to enlighten the road anyway, or a torch that could have granted you the chance to detect any dangers laying in the dark and waiting for you. The night around your village only meant one thing: blood running down the streets, demons lurking in the shadows to feed on poor, innocent men and women. Sometimes, on children too. Screams, agony and fear always flinged in the air when the night veiled the world with its dark cape. Every morning, when a dismembered body was found by the river, people screamed around terrorized.

You did not, though.

Passing by the crime scene, you merely glanced at the victim of the hour, sniffing the air subtly as to intercept either your scent, or a demon’s one on the rotten flesh. You always had no memory of what you did, when the beast inside you awakened.

You did not even know when it started, or how it happened. All you knew was that you were a toddler, the first time you acknowledged something was clearly wrong with you. The moon seemed to allure you during the nights, a primordial rage devouring you from the inside when the satellite sparkled up in the dark nightsky. You were a teenager stumbling back home, the dawn tinted the clouds in orange and red stripes, when you realized you were partially an animal. Blood dripped from your hands, your mind fuzzy, your ears furry and pointy and you clawed at the wooden door of your house.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

As the years passed by, you finally realized what you were. It ran in your family, apparently. The same family that had abandoned you in horror the first time you had confessed them you had not been able to stop yourself from murdering a man. You felt bad, when they left. Spending days self-deprecating because you had inherited a gene nor your mother, neither your father had, was your first and natural reaction.

From that day on, you howled at the sky, whispering your pain to the stars, while climbing on a cliff during the full moon nights. No one understood you and you started to come to terms with the fact that, even though you had accepted yourself, rejection was always going to haunt you. Who would ever love a monster, after all? If your own flesh and blood had pushed you away, how could you be loved by anyone else?

But life can change and the tables turn. It was a midsummer night, you were running through the woods wild and free, when you bumped into him. He was standing in the darkness, his plum red eyes boring into yours for a split second, as you instantly growled at him. He was not a human and surely not a member of your species. His pale visage almost made you question if he was even alive in the first place, but it was when he spoke that you spotted a pair of pearly fangs protruding from his gums. A demon, he was a demon.

“So they were right. There is indeed a werewolf roaming this forest…” the dark-haired dapper man said, staring you down in curiosity, as you retreated in the shadows to transform back in a more humanoid form. You were glad you had left a kimono in a nearby bush, just in case you had to turn back into a human while you were out into the wild.

However, you did not expect to come face to face with a demon that could do something more than roaring and hissing. He had to be a member of the Kizuki. The most important question now was if he was a threat to you.

“I’m glad to hear you know what I am. I assume you therefore are aware that werewolves are territorial. You have crossed the line and I am not particularly friendly, pal. I suggest you to leave” you replied, glancing at him as you made sure to have covered your naked body properly.

The demon did not seem fazed by your harsh words and bitter tone of voice. Maybe, he had been around for so long he had grown used to people throwing insults at him. Not that you cared, naturally.

“You are less scary than a nichirin blade is to a lower rank. — he flatly said, narrowing his eyes at you the moment your frame finally emerged from the darkness, the moon setting off your features with every step you took — I’m merely interested in studying your species. What’s your name, wolf-girl?” he asked you, quirking a dark eyebrow up.

He was bold, handsome, straightforward but, mostly, not scared of you. It was weird meeting someone’s gaze and finding out they were not disgusted by your very being, by your inner savage nature. Your presence did not offend him.

“My name’s Y/N. Who are you? I’m pretty sure you’re a member of the Twelve Kizuki” you retorted, crossing your arms against your chest, eyes travelling down his body as you studied his attire. He was a wealthy man, undoubtedly. Western clothes were expensive and the fabric embracing his fit body were surely the finest you had ever seen in your whole life.

The Demon King sighed, his lips curving into a grin as your eyes flashed yellow the moment he revealed his identity. If he could accept you, maybe, you had found your place in the world too. Your existence was not vain, you were not an abomination. That is why, two words, his name, changed your whole life.

“Muzan Kibutsuji”.

Now, as your bare feet touch the soft grass underneath you, the comforting sound of the dead leaves crunching with each step you took, you see yourself in a new light. He had made you realize that each being had the right to walk this Earth. Perhaps, not everyone would have accepted you, but you existed. You existed and he liked you.

Your first encounters were nothing more than you showing your abilities, your hunting style and the control you had over yourself. Muzan seemed genuinely interested in you, a different kind of monster. Your beauty, further more, enticed him. Sometimes, you tried to hide your fangs and ears, when you were merely talking, but he kindly chided you pointing out how you should have never hidden your true nature before him. He had allowed you to enter his Fortress, even though it was just to study your blood and system, at first.

But your relationship gradually changed. It was the way his predatory eyes soaked in your features, or the small gifts he gave you without a particular reasons, or perhaps your attraction was purely based on his gentle mannerism. You were not used to be accepted, let alone being the object of such courtesies and benevolence.

All you knew was that one minute you were watching hik scribble something down his notebook, admiring his elegant calligraphy, and the next you were struggling to breath, knelt between his legs, your lips around his shaft as you assiduously tried to please him.

It soon became an habit, a strange addiction.

The best part of it was that you could entirely be yourself with him. He loved your soft and grey ears poking from your hair. He admired them as you rode him, half-lidded eyes gazing at them as he absent-mindedly swept a thumb against your lips. You were perfect for him. He did not mind the way you ended up growling ferally, as he left bitemarks down your collarbone. He liked to watch you thrive to take the lead, almost eager to please him.

But now it was different.

As you finally found yourself in front of him, in his bedroom, safe from prying eyes, he shot you a demanding look that left nothing to imagination. His command was simple, his red eyes darting from you to the bed as his lips moved to strip you of the last shreds of morals left in you.

“On all fours” he sternly said, making shivers run down your spine.

It was weird to follow a new leader, when you had been your own master of the sea for years. You were your own alpha, you had never bent your knees to anyone before. Yet, you sensed he was different. He could easily make your knees buckle, break your spirit and crawl on the floor like a worm.

Your hands hastily undid your obi, your silky red kimono, another expensive gift from him, pooled at your feet as you stepped out of it and you presented your body to the Demon Lord.

Muzan seemed pleased by the sight of your naked formed, gloriously inviting him to take action, to mark as he loved to do. As you watched him fumble with the buttons of his white shirt, you let yourself go. Climbing on the bed, back arching as you settled your cheek against the puffy pillow of his bed, your wolfish characteristics kicked in. Your ears poked out, eyes glistening in a yellowish pigmentation typical of those animals and your tail wiggled in anticipation of what was yet to come.

“You know, that’s when I like you the most, when your free and comfortable with yourself. — Muzan praised you, the sound of his belt clinking as he unbuckled it, making you sink your canines onto your bottom lip — Howl for me. Let everybody know who is your new moon, the center of your gravity” he crooned then, as his fingers glided down your wet folds.

You sighed, eyes fluttering close as his fingere delved into you, deftly stretching you out for what was yet to come. Your legs quivered, soft noises left your lips as he thrusted his forefinger and middle digit into you at a steady pace. Breaking you was an art. He could have listened to your whimpers and moans for hours, never getting tired of the power he had over you. He would have never admitted it, never, but you were most likely the only thing that made him enjoy the nights.

The dreadful nights he hated for not being able to enjoy the sun.

“I bet you’re beutiful even in the sunlight. I’d give anything to see you run in a field of spiderlilies, while the your hair and skin are bathed by the warm light…” he ranted, taking you off guard as he witherdrew his fingers suddenly, before you could reach your climax.

You whined in contempt for the action, but his words were now stuck in your head, leaving you in a daze.

“I can love you under the moonlight. I can’t love in the sunlight, I can’t be myself when the sun shines. You are not there with me” you panted out, earning a bite onto the crook of your neck.

You mewled, blood running down your shouldersblades and breasts, staining the bedsheets underneath you as Muzan gripped your hips and slowly eased into you. He grunted, his tongue lapping at your wound as he bottomed out into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, mouth hanging open, while your inner walls squeezed him deliciously.

“Muzan—” you whimpered, his hips starting to move back and forth as he conquered you again, for the umpteenth time.

“Shut up. Shut up and let me possess you” he hoarsely whispered in your ear, his bloodied lips kissing the shell of your ear.

Moans, groans and the sinful sound of skin smacking against skin guided you to madness. Lust and hunger engulfed you two, when he increased the speed of his thrusts. When he finally came to a stop, Muzan pushed your head down by the back of your neck. His last thrust coming along a feral groan, his semen pouring into you, as he stilled and left one last kiss on your nape.

He pulled out slowly, after a few seconds, your eyes shut as you felt his essence ooze out of you. Your stomach was laying flatly onto the mattress, your eyes droopy as he ran one hand down your smooth back.

“Stay. Just for tonight, or for the rest of your life” he breathed out then and you could swear that something in your heart cracked for you were not alone anymore.

Not with him. Not with Muzan.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! This was an old request I never found a lot of inspiration to write for, but it’s october and the spooky season is officially here… Along with the kinky nature of the month. Therefore, I am glad to have fulfilled this small request, a little experimental too for me. I hope you guys can enjoy it and, since it’s a Muzan centered one, I think it is a good way to show why my username contains his name 😋❤️. Likes, comments and re-posts are always appreciated!

Until next,

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TAGS: @doumadono @mrskokushibo @yazzzmints I DID IT. I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, LMFAO

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Ayyyyy results are in!!

Next fic hot rod will have two(2) emotionally unstable parental figures!!

The consequences of an author/artist in a fandom with a large cast </3

[aspoonofsugar]

Hi Sugar!

I was reading your analysis of the five couples you see as endgame (this one here) and I really enjoyed it! But I was wondering; how do you think that Pyrrha plays a role in Jaune and Weiss's relationship? Is it something like Cinder or something unique, or maybe nothing at all?

Hi,

thank you so much for this ask! I really really love White Knight, so asks on its structure and thematic meaning are welcome!

So, Pyrrha is 100% important, as it is Ruby. They both are key for Weiss and Jaune's relationship. Of course, I am headcanoning WK is gonna be endgame. However, even if this isn't the case, I think many of the things below will still hold true in a platonic sense :)

TRIANGLES

Let's consider these two scenes:

What do they have in common?

They focus on Weiss and Jaune

They involve a dynamic among three characters

They deal with the choice of a partner

Both Jaune and Weiss have a specific partner in mind. Jaune wants Weiss, while Weiss wants Pyrrha. However, the end results are different from what they expect. Weiss finds Ruby, while Jaune is chosen by Pyrrha.

Why is that so? It is a case of want vs need. Here is an extract from the above linked meta:

By this point Weiss and Jaune are pursuing a superficial dream of heroes and monsters. They figure their most perfected selves beside the "right" patner.

On the one hand Weiss wants Pyrrha to be the "knight" to her "princess":

Weiss: This will be perfect! The smartest girl in class combined with the strongest girl in class! Together we will be unstoppable!

She wants someone strong (body) that complements her intelligence (mind). She thinks that in this way she can't fail.

On the other hand Jaune wants Weiss to be the "princess" to his "knight":

Jaune: Don't worry! No need to be embarrassed! So, been hearing rumors about teams! I was thinking you and me would make a good one! What do you say?

He wants someone who is beautiful and looks frail, so he can protect her. He thinks in this way he can appear strong.

Both are wrong obviously. This is why they end up with respectively Ruby and Pyrrha as partners.

Weiss needs to realize what complements mind is not body, but heart. This is why she is paired with Ruby, who lacks physical strength, but has more than enough heart to guide Weiss. Throughout the initiation, Weiss herself has to act as a Knight by saving Ruby from the Nevermore. And later on, she needs to follow Ruby's plan (so Ruby's mind) to take down the Grimm and pass the trial.

Jaune needs to realize a real knight is not physically strong, but is wise (mind) and brave (heart). This is why he ends up with Pyrrha, who is both and challenges him in two different ways. She doesn't fit feminine stereotypes and sees Jaune's value not in his superficial traits, but rather in his willingness to help. Throughout the initiation, Jaune shows this by staying behind to lead others into kiling the Grimm.

In short, Jaune wants Weiss, but needs Pyrrha, while Weiss wants Pyrrha, but needs Ruby. Let's make two considerations:

1- WK is built on "triangles". A triangle is a trope where one character wants another, but this other wants a third person, who is instead interested in the first. This is obvious in Weiss, Jaune and Pyrrha's dynamic. Weiss wants Pyrrha, who wants Jaune, who wants Weiss. The song Dream Come True strengthens this idea, as Pyrrha sings to Jaune, while throwing shades at Weiss.

Obviously, the triangle is quickly solved. Weiss warms up to Ruby as her partner and Jaune gives up on Weiss and falls for Pyrrha.

Still, this early setting is important. As a matter of fact RWBY plays with romantic archetypes in its ships. Two examples:

Renora deconstructs and reconstructs the childhood friend to lover trope. Usually, there is a character, who falls first and supports the other, until their love is reciprocated. Here, though, Nora eventually realizes that to stay with Ren, she needs to grow as her own person. Both partners need to change, so that their dynamic can transform.

Bumbleby uses a harem to explore Blake's developing interiority and animus. Each one of Blake's love interests tie into her sexuality, inner maturity and fairy tale symbolism. By going through Blake's "harem", we get many different relationships that help Blake explore herself, until she is ready for Yang.

In short, RWBY gets inspiration from love tropes, but it makes them thematic. The same can be said about WK and triangles. The point isn't that W,J and P or W, J and R are in romantic triangles, but rather that these characters make 2 thematic trios. In other words, Pyrrha and Ruby foil Weiss and Jaune and are both important for their relationship. Similarly, Weiss and Jaune's bond is key for their respective dynamics with Ruby and Pyrrha.

2- Weiss and Jaune's want vs need struggle applies to more than just the choice of a partner. It actually defines their whole arcs.

Weiss wants to honor her family legacy, but needs to define herself outside the Schnees. Jaune wants to be a strong hero, but needs to love himself for who he is. That said, Weiss and Jaune will both realize their early want. Weiss is gonna define a new legacy for the Schnee Family. It is just that the SDC is no more a part of it. Jaune is gonna bloom into a hero. It is just that true heroes are not always the strongest. Both are getting their want, but in an unforeseen way.

The same holds true for their preferred partners. Weiss is getting Pyrrha (yes, really) and Jaune is getting Weiss. Confused? No worries, it will all be clear in a minute ;) For now, let's analyze both Whiterose and Arkos and what they mean for White Knight.

WHITEROSE - HUNTRESSES

Weiss and Ruby are each other's "hunting" partners. They fight side by side to save lives and pursue the same dream of becoming Huntresses. This is the thematic heart of their relationship, which is mirrored in their intertwined allusions. As a matter of fact there is a Hunter in both Snowhite and Little Red Riding Hood.

On the one hand Snowhite's Hunter is weak. He wants to help Snowhite, but all he can do is not to kill the princess and to leave her alone in the woods. On the other hand Little Red Riding Hood's Hunter is the hero of the fairy tale. He kills the wolf and saves the protagonist and her grandmother. What does it mean for Whiterose?

It ties in how Ruby inspires Weiss. Let's consider this scene:

Ruby: Weiss! Go for its belly! There's no armor underneath...

In the fairy tale, the Hunter kills a boar to help Snowhite. It is his one good deed. Similarly, Weiss kills a Boarbatusk with Ruby's help to act as a true Huntress. This is why the Grimm later on becomes an avatar symbolic of Weiss's Huntress side:

Port after Weiss kills the Boarbatusk: Bravo! Bra-vo! It appears we are indeed in the presence of a true Huntress-in-training!

Weiss in the aftermath of the party where she summons the Boarbatusk for the first time: The Schnee family legacy isn't yours to leave. It's mine, and I'll do it as a Huntress.

The metaphor is clear. Ruby (LRRH's Hunter) inspires Weiss (SW's Hunter) to grow into a hero. She leads Weiss towards a better version of herself:

Weiss: Just know that I am going to be the best teammate you'll ever have!

This is the perfect set-up for Weiss to eventually inspire Ruby back. For her to become the Huntress who saves Little Red Riding Hood:

Weiss: I don’t know who you think you are, but let me tell you who I am: I am the granddaughter of a hero and a child of a villain. I am a citizen of a fallen Kingdom and an heir to nothing. I will not be defined by my name because I will be the one to define it. I am Weiss Schnee, and I am a Huntress!

Past Ruby: So, are you a Huntress? Like the ones you read about in books? Ruby: I… I don’t know…

Volume 9 offers Weiss a perfect chance. Ruby is lost and is eventually eaten by two Big Bad Wolves (Neo and the Curious Cat). However, Weiss fails:

Ruby: Don’t worry. We’ll find a way outta here and we’ll go back home. Weiss? Weiss: It's… It’s all gone… There’s nothing left for me to go back to… Just like Beacon… Ruby: You did the best you could for Atlas, Weiss. Weiss: But it wasn't enough! We hatched a crazy plan that put a whole kingdom at risk, and we don't even know if we saved the Relics from… Maybe… Jaune and Winter were able to get them out, despite… everything… despite us…

Several times Ruby notices Weiss's pain and tries to comfort her. Several times Ruby is similarly struggling, but Weiss can't support her. Weiss herself explains why:

Weiss: Maybe she didn’t feel like she could… Ruby has always been the one to get us through the hard times. We say things like “We believe in you”, “We can count on you”. I know we mean well, but…

Weiss idealizes Ruby too much and downgrades herself. She thinks Ruby can lead them all, but Weiss has actually grown enough to guide others too. She shows it by helping Jaune:

Weiss: I think you’re asking too much of yourself. We’ve been telling ourselves that failing means we’re no good. But I can guarantee even the best Huntsmen in history… they’ve all lost. But they were still incredibly brave… and good.

Weiss's speech here is an inversion of her initial dialogue with Ruby. There she feels her best is not enough and she drowns in self-hate. Here, she realizes that even if she and her friends lose, they are still good people.

It is a game of mirrors. She fails to see Ruby because she can't help herself. She sees Jaune and saves herself by helping him.

In short, Weiss fails with Ruby, but succeeds with Jaune. I think this is key for Weiss, Ruby and Jaune's dynamic.

At Beacon, Weiss is too immature for Pyrrha and doesn't see Jaune as a romantic partner. She needs Ruby to grow as a person.

In the Ever After, Weiss depends on Ruby too much and needs Jaune (who is Pyrrha's legacy) to develop.

So, she grows with Ruby until she and Jaune are ready for each other. Now, her bond with Jaune is helping her to bloom in the friend Ruby needs. It is a virtuous cycle where both Ruby and Jaune help Weiss mature, so that she can be the best partner ever. Platonic for Ruby and romantic for Jaune (imo).

If this turns out true, then Weiss's Nevermore might be tied to both Ruby and Jaune (other than to her team and family).

It is already strongly associated with Ruby, as team RWBY killed the Grimm together. Moreover, Weiss first tries to summon it to save her partner:

Later on, she materializes its wings while fighting with her team minus Ruby:

And eventually conjures the whole thing, as Ruby comes back:

It is possible the Nevetrmore will be linked to Jaune, as well. After all, he is the one who calls Weiss "Snow Angel". The Grimm is meant to show that Weiss can indeed be an angel to others:

Ruby and Jaune are equally important for Weiss. She needs Ruby to end up with Jaune and she needs Jaune to be the Huntress Ruby deserves. At the same time, Ruby and Jaune represent two sides of Pyrrha, the partner Weiss initially wants.

I usually don't use spinoffs, but I think Ice Queendom makes it pretty clear:

Weiss looks at Pyrrha in awe, but the ones she needs are Ruby and Jaune.

Ruby is a paragon, just like Pyrrha. She has both mind and heart, like our Achilles. The main difference is that Ruby is younger, so she lacks experience and fighting prowess. Weiss needs Ruby for 2 reasons:

She needs to reconcile with her inner-child that has been suppressed by Jacques's abuse:

Weiss: I always wanted bunk beds as a kid.

She needs to see what's important is the heart (Ruby's idealism) and not the body (Pyrrha's fighting skills).

What about Jaune? In which way is he Weiss's Pyrrha? Let's discover it.

ARKOS - ANIMA

Pyrrha is Jaune's partner and his love interest. She is also the key character of Jaune's story, as his allusion makes clear. Jeanne d'Arc is a maid whose actions are inspired by God. Similarly, Jaune is a knight able to perform miracles:

Whose hands and resolve are guided by his Goddess:

Jaune: No. I don't think I'm healing her. Our Aura heals our bodies. It feels… it feels more like I'm using my Aura to amplify hers! Nora: Wait, aren't you worried about running out? Jaune: Pyrrha once told me I've got a lot of it. I still believe her.

Pyrrha is Jaune's deity and inspiration:

Pyrrha: For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee.

So, Jaune's arc is about:

becoming like Pyrrha

overcoming Pyrrha's death

Still, how can Jaune become like Pyrrha, while leaving her behind? Aren't these 2 objectives contradictory? Only superficially. What Jaune must do is to integrate with his anima. In Jungian Psychology, the anima is the feminine part of a man. It is a side, which is often suppressed, but that needs to come to light for the man to truly mature into a balanced person. A person, who can have positive and healthy romantic relationships.

This is the crux of Jaune's character. He is inspired by Jeanne because she is both maid and knight. Similarly, Jaune must transform into a knight, who is also a maiden. A hero who overcomes his toxic masculinity by accepting his feminine parts. The only way for him to succeed is to integrate with his anima, who is represented by Pyrrha. From the first meta linked:

Jaune's journey through the anima is well conveyed through 4 stages, which stand for archetypical female figures. Each one represents a different level of maturity:

Eve is the mother - The boy has no romantic attachment and sees the woman as a source of protection and nourishment

Helen is the seductress - The boy feels romantic attraction and sees the woman as a talented individual, but pays no attention to her spiritual or inner life

Mary is the virgin - The boy feels mature love and sees the woman as a paragon of virtue, but pays no attention to her negative traits

Sophia is wisdom - The boy is ready for a relationship with a woman as an equal partner and sees the feminine as a source of wisdom with no need to objectify the woman anymore

These phases describe Jaune's general approach to women and how it changes. He arrives at Beacon looking for a girlfriend because that is what a man should do, which in itself is a very childish behavior. Then he grows to see the girls around him as powerful individuals, but he can't go behind the surface. This is true for Weiss, but also for Pyrrha, whose struggles he ignores. After her death, Pyrrha becomes an ideal, but she isn't the only one. For example, Jaune believes Weiss and Ruby can save Pyrrha from Cinder and later on he keeps idealizing them. In volume 9, he learns to let go of his idealization and to see others as their own people. He is stepping into Sophia (wisdom).

Pyrrha is Jaune's anima in the sense she represents the feminine side Jaune needs to acquire. At the same time, the way Jaune's relationship with Pyrrha changes highlights the boy's maturation:

Eve > Jaune is nurtered and protected by Pyrrha to the point he even compares her to his mother:

Jaune: Bring it on, Ice Queen! I'll have you know that I have been told that I am a natural born leader! Weiss: By who? Your mother? Jaune: A-and Pyrrha! Pyrrha: Hello again!

He feels no attraction towards her.

Hellen > Jaune grows attracted to Pyrrha, but struggles to understand her interiority. For example, he is unable to see her feelings for him or to fully grasp her inner conflict about the Maiden powers:

Pyrrha: I don't know if I can do it. Jaune: Of course you can. The Pyrrha Nikos I know would never back down from a challenge. And if you really believe it's your destiny to save the world… you can't let anything stand in your way. Despite Jaune's intentions, this doesn't bring relief. Instead, Pyrrha looks absolutely shattered, covering her mouth as she begins to sob.

Mary > Jaune idealizes Pyrrha and sees her as a paragon of heroism and virtue. He tries to emulate her and to become a hero like her:

Jaune: I think… I think she knew she wasn't going to win. That she might not come out alive. But… she also knew she was the only one that could try. Ren: So she did. Nora: Maybe we should too. Jaune: Yeah, we should.

This idealization is heartwarming, but it's what's keeping Jaune stuck. He can never overcome Pyrrha's death if he transforms her into an idol. Not only that, but it is something Pyrrha herself would not have wanted:

Pyrrha: I've been blessed with incredible talents and opportunities. I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise, but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. Everyone assumes I'm too good for them. That I'm on a level they simply can't attain. It's become impossible to form any sort of meaningful relationship with people. That's what I like about you. When we met, you didn't even know my name. You treated me just like anyone else. And thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime. I guess, you're the kind of guy I wish I was here with. Someone who just saw me for me.

Pyrrha is drawn to Jaune because he is the only one who does not put her on a pedestal. However, after her death, this is what our Knight does to an extent. So, a good resolutioin would be for Jaune to see Pyrrha for who she is. A brave girl Jaune loves and who dies too soon. This is the only way Jaune can forgive both Pyrrha and himself. This is where Weiss (Sophia or Wisdom) steps in:

Curious Cat: I am talking about you, Wise Huntress.

Let's compare these 2 scenes:

Both have Jaune struggling with grief and self-hate. In the first one, he has just lashed out at Oscar out of anger for Pyrrha's death. In the second one, he has just lashed out at Ruby out of anger for the paper pleasers ascending. Both times, he is doubting himself. Both times, a woman comes and reassures him. The first time, Pyrrha's mother/ghost/vision encourages him to keep going. The second time, Weiss encourages him to let go. Both scenes end with a family like re-union (team JNR and team RWBY).

Not to count there are mystical leaves flying around:

Someone coming back in an unexpected form:

And a giant stone:

Both situations emphasize that even the best heroes fail. Still, they give this lesson a different spin. Pyrrha teaches Jaune the importance of going on despite the risk of failure. Weiss teaches Jaune the necessity of forgiving one-self for failure. Pyrrha acts as Mary and guides Jaune towards an ideal. Weiss acts as Sophia and leads Jaune towards his real self.

The final stage of the anima is about seeing one-self and the other clearly, both strengths and weaknesses. The romantic partner stops being objectified and is simply accepted as their own person. So, Jaune's final step towards self-actualization will be to let go of Pyrrha's idealized memory and to embrace Weiss, for whom she really is. This conclusion would be perfect for his bond with both girls:

Jaune would overcome Pyrrha's death by stopping his idealization of her. He would put Pyrrha down from her pedestal and love the girl in all her beauty and contradictions. He would finally be able to understand her fully, which is what he fails to do at Beacon.

Jaune would love Weiss for her true self, instead than her superficial beauty. He would appreciate the girl because she shares some of Pyrrha's best qualities, like her bravery and her heart, which is that of a Huntress. He would accept some of Weiss's most masculine traits, that he initially ignores.

In other words:

Jaune needs to mature by Pyrrha's side to be ready for Weiss

Jaune needs Weiss's help to face the memory of Pyrrha properly

As a matter of fact only by seeing Pyrrha clearly, Jaune can fully integrate with her, which means he can fully bloom into a hero like Pyrrha. Not only that, but he can succeed, where Pyrrha fails. What are Pyrrha's 2 objectives?

Pyrrha: I've always felt as though I was destined to become a Huntress - to protect the world

Nothing, even death Could separate our souls 'Cause you're my final goal

Pyrrha's 2 destinies are to be a hero and to be in love. She fulfills them both tragically. Jaune will fulfill them both in a more positive way.

He is guiding Cinder towards her destiny, by conveying the meaning of Pyrrha's words (heroism)

He is getting his happily ever after with Weiss (love)

In other words, Jaune is fulfilling Pyrrha's legacy thanks to Weiss and is ending up with Weiss thanks to Pyrrha.

THE BEAUTY OF WHITE KNIGHT

Let's summarize Weiss and Jaune's arcs.

Weiss's story is about overcoming her father's abuse. This starts with her affirming who she is outside her surname, goes on with her healing her family and it ends with a new legacy and a new romantic interest. The Schnee name is dirtied when Willow is caught in an abusive relationship with Jacques. Their marriage twists Weiss's perception of romantic relationships:

Weiss: All my life, boys have only cared about the perks of my last name.

So, it would be the cherry on top of Weiss's arc for her family to be reborn together with a new love. A bond with someone who genuinelly likes Weiss:

Jaune: It's Weiss. I'm completely head-over-heels for her, and she won't even give me a chance. She's cold, but she's also incredible. She's smart, and graceful, and talented. I mean, have you heard her sing? I-I just wish she's take me seriously, y'know? I wish I could tell her how I feel without messing it all up.

Jaune's story is about loving himself for who he is, as a whole. Strength and weakness. Masculine and feminine traits alike. The path to do so is to integrate with Pyrrha and become the hero she was. At the same time, he needs to work through his grief over Pyrrha's death. Both goals can be celebrated with the beginning of a fresh relationship. A bond with someone Jaune has always admired. That would be Pyrrha's final gift to him:

Pyrrha: Then do it. Tell her exactly what you said. No ridiculous schemes, no pick-up lines. Just… be honest. You can't get it wrong if it's the truth.

This is why I personally don't believe either Weiss or Jaune ending up single fits their stories. Weiss deserves a romantic partner who loves her, so she can write a story different from her parents'. Jaune needs a new relationship to give both himself and Pyrrha closure.

In conclusion, I personally think both Whiterose and Arkos are intertwined with White Knight.

Arkos especially is a part of White Knight. White Knight would not be possible without Arkos. At the same time, Arkos would lack a powerful catharsis without White Knight. They are 2 bonds that are bound to grow and develop thanks to each other.

Thank you for the ask! I hope my rambling made sense :)

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

When you touch me, I am where love is born

Young!Mihawk x reader.

This fic is part of the Beast in Black series.

*****

The man is attractive, if you like the burly type, with rough features and a full beard - which you occasionally do, even though you are slightly put off by the fact that your would-be victim, a former pirate who is now working solo as a robber, has killed twelve people, all of them but one defenseless civilians and including four children, to steal their valuables. Your grandfather, who put your first gun in your hand when you were only nine and taught you to use it, and a number of other firearms, to perfection, told you emotions are often a shooter's worst enemy, a cause of confusion and inaccuracy and worst of all hesitation, especially when the target you are shooting at has a weapon of their own; still, in your heart you feel satisfaction, even joy, and not guilt, at the thought that you will rid the world of this lowlife and protect his future potential victims.

Your target has no permanent residence and is notoriously proficient at putting pursuers off his tracks, but you were able to track down an accomplice of his who, for a small price, told you he would be in a certain island, on a particular day.

He is, and you are as well, having reached the island yesterday by ferry under the guise of a normal, innocuous tourist eager to enjoy the island's luxurious beaches and night-life. The truth couldn't be more different, and as you check for the twelfth time your gun is loaded and ready to shoot, you order yourself to keep your cool and stop your heart from beating twice as fast as normal. Yes, this is your first assignment as a mercenary; yes, you are still very young, and a woman, which would lead many of your fellow killers for hire to look down on you and doubt your ability; yes, you have never killed anyone before, which could make you hesitate once you will have to actually pull the trigger, not at a clay pigeon or another target prepared by your grandfather for your training, but at a living, real person.

But you can do it. You want to do it, because you have trained so much and so long for this, and that man does deserve to pay for what he has done, and you want to prove, to the world and more importantly to yourself, what you are worth, how strong and clever and resilient you are, beyond the family you were born in and the role you will take on one day. Your grandfather, an excellent gunslinger who had been a mercenary himself in his youth, expects you to put to good use everything he taught you and succeed, and your mother, while naturally worried for your safety, raised no objections and allowed you to begin a career as a killer for hire, knowing you felt the need to put yourself to the test beyond the comfortable, tranquil borders of your island. They both count on you, and you'd rather eat glass than disappoint them… and yourself, the harshest, least forgiving judge of all.

Also, if I don't kill that guy, he will probably kill me. That's also something I should keep in mind.

Having kept watch on the old barn, in the middle of the countryside, your target had spent the night in, you have seen him leave soon after dawn, the long sword he used to kill most of his victims as usual by his side, and set out towards an uninhabited corner of the island. You followed closely, careful not to lose him and, at the same time, not to be spotted, and three miles later you saw him reach an old abandoned mine; there is no sign of life for miles all around, which makes you suspect that, more than preparing an heist in a bank or a shop, or to attack an unsuspecting traveller to rob and then kill them, the man is meeting with an accomplice to organize an hit, or perhaps he has chosen the mine as his new hideout, to lay low for a while.

But all things being equal, the reason that has brought him here doesn't really matter; he might be looking for a safe place to store his stamp collection, or planning to transform the place in an ice cream shop for all you care. The only thing that counts is that you will kill him today, provide justice for all the people he has murdered, and begin making a name for yourself as a mercenary. You don't care about the bounty money, that you plan to donate to the less affluent families of your island (after, perhaps, you have treated yourself to a good dinner) and even becoming famous as a killer for hire is a side issue; you only want to do what is right, and prove yourself you are more than a privileged young woman, born with a silver spoon in her mouth and destined to a life of tranquility and power.

Even if it means risking your life.

Your target has reached the entrance of the mine, securely boarded up and surmounted by a large KEEP OUT sign; he walks back and forth, clearly nervous as he smokes a cigarette, fingering the hilt of his sword. Hidden in a small ramshackle building, perhaps the old foreman's office, no more than ten paces away, you look at him through a crack in the door, kneeling on the dirty floor; your heart is pounding, a feeling of tightness constricting your stomach, the hand grasping your gun (a good, reliable and lethal model; not the derringer you will one day receive as a gift from your father and that you will treasure for the rest of your days, but still perfectly up to the task) sweating. Despite all the time and effort you dedicated to prepare for this moment, you are a nervous wreck, which is not completely a bad thing, since the last thing you should do is underestimate the danger you are in. Your target is still alone, busy smoking and apparently unaware of your presence, but any moment you waste could be the one he decides to leave, or he is joined by someone else; after all he does look as if he is waiting for someone. You can't hesitate any longer.

You stand slowly, grimacing at the pain in your knees, retrieve a second gun from the bag you have left on the floor, to use should the first one jam, and slide it in the holster hanging from your waist; you have chosen comfortable clothing, for obvious reason, and soft-soled boots, that allow you to walk as noiselessly as possible… and, in turn, to make it harder for your target to hear you approach.

The man has turned his back to the shack, busy lighting another cigarette after the one he has just put out under his foot; it's your moment, you decide, and you waste no time in slipping out of the splintered door and take one step, and then another, towards him.

Years and even decades later, as the list of your victims grows longer and you get used to the tension and the danger your job entails, you will still remember this moment as clear and vivid as if it had taken place yesterday, down to the smallest detail. The glowing yellow-red of the sun barely raised above the horizon; the natural vegetation rustling in the gentle wind; the russet colour of the unsown earth under your feet; the expectant, charged silence broken only by the distant call of a carrion crow. You are only partially aware of your actions, your instinct and training taking over, as you take a third step, which brings you at maybe six from your target - more than close enough for a clean shot. Your gun is aimed, your finger already brushing against the trigger. You are about to talk, but the man, still turned the other way, anticipates you.

"I was waiting for you." he says, tense but calm, and the shock is almost enough to make the gun slip from your hand; you have been very careful to remain hidden, making sure he had no idea you were keeping a close eye on him, and you were absolutely sure you had succeeded, and would easily sneak up on your target. Apparently the truth is different… or at least so it seems for a moment, before the man finally turns, sees you, and goggles.

"What the… who the hell are you?!"

"I…"

"Where is Mihawk?" he insists, which is a question you have no answer for, but that at the same time is enough to dispel your doubts: he had no idea you were coming, and was actually waiting for someone else - perhaps an ally or an accomplice.

It takes your target half a second to notice the gun you are aiming at him. "What the…?!" he exclaims, letting his second cigarette fall to the floor and grabbing his sword.

It is already a full second to late.

"Jack 'The Tiger' Vespertine." you begin, mimicking the formal tone you heard your mother use so many times; you will decide to do away with the declaration of intents by your third assignment, like virtually all World Government-sanctioned mercenaries and killers for hire do, especially when the target is already aware of the danger they are in and armed, but since this is your first time you deem appropriate to follow the rules to the letter "You have been found guilty of twelve counts of murder…"

Vespertine's sword is drawn with a movement too fast for your eyes to follow, but thank all the Gods you are fast as well, and ready; a battle-cry fills the air, and half a second later, when the man has barely had the time to raise his blade above his head, your finger pulls the trigger, and the bullet explodes out of the gun's barrel, opening a hole in the middle of his forehead.

Vespertine is not an heavy man, but the thud of his body hitting the ground is deafening, the ground shaking under your feet. He doesn't move, and for a full minute you don't either; you stare at the body in front of you, your gun still pointed at him even though you know he is most likely already dead, as you push his sword away with your boot. You can't see his face, since he has fallen on his belly, so, for safety's sake, you shoot him again, in the back; the man doesn't move, which is proof enough for you.

Somewhere in the distance, the carrion crow cries again, a sound vaguely similar to an acid laugh; you glance all around you, making sure you are still alone and no one witnessed your actions, and then cautiously crouch down, using your free hand to turn the body on his back and look at it -at him- in the face.

This moment is the reason why you decided to do it like this. Up close, looking at him in the face and making sure he saw you and, within reason, knew you were going to kill him, instead of finding a safer way, hidden among the shrubs or from a moving vehicle or even at the third floor of a building, so that your target would have no way to know what was going to happen, and to defend himself. You had to let him know; not because you owed him (he was a killer, scum like that was entitled to nothing) but because you needed it.

"There is nothing wrong with aiming from a distance, and shooting at someone who doesn't expect it, at least if you're a mercenary and chasing a certain sort of people; in a fair duel, or when the person you are shooting at deserves to know what is going to happen to them, different rules apply." your grandfather told you one day, as you walked together in the fortress' gardens, at the end of yet another training session; he was an honourable man, your grandfather, but he was also smart and pragmatic, and he knew honour was something a person could not always afford to care for, and that when you didn't leave someone else to pay for your actions there was nothing wrong with running away to fight another day "We are not swordfighters; we don't duel for supremacy, for a grandiose title or so that everyone in the world knows our name. The gun is a weapon; if you want to kill someone, use it and it will do its work. It's not your friend, or a talisman that endows you with some arcane power; it is a tool that you need to learn to use, otherwise you will be the one getting hurt. It is a bloody business, a raw and practical one, devoid of heroics and ethics, but it can protect you and help you make your way in the world. It all depends on you. Just..."

"Just?"

Your grandfather had stopped, contemplating the rose bushes your mother tended to personally, and that ran all around a tiny plot of grass, where your family had enjoyed so many outdoor breakfasts.

"What I'm trying to say is that using firearms, especially for a deadly purpose like you mean to, is something you mustn't take lightly." he continued as he looked at you; he loved you dearly, but in that moment there was sternness in him, as if he were warning you against a terrible danger, or a grave crime you were about to commit. You liked it; he was the first person to treat you like an adult, years before you could even vaguely call yourself that "It... goes to your head; the power to kill with a simple press of your finger can make even the most rational and moderate person feel all-powerful. And the risk of forgetting it is people you are shooting at and killing, not clay pigeons or game to serve at dinner, is high."

You looked at him; he was probably the person you loved the most in the world behind your mother, and he was wiser than even her. You trusted him completely, and you knew he only wanted what was best for you; had he said bathing every day in olive oil would make you immortal, you would have believed him.

"And you think this could happen to me?" you asked, afraid of hearing his answer; evening was approaching, flames of red and purple painting the darkening sky above your heads "I... I don't want it to, grandfather; I only want to kill bad people, like you did. I don't want to become bad myself."

Suddenly he smiled, as he took your hand in his like he did when you were still so young you needed to be guided as you walked. "I have faith in you, (name); I know there is no kinder girl in all the four seas, and I am sure you will one day rule over our island with justice and mercy." he told you "But if you really want to become a gunslinger... you have to promise me something: when you kill a man, you have to look at him in the eyes; not necessarily before, as I told you, but at least after. Take responsibility for what you have done, and face the consequence of your actions. Especially the first time."

A sudden gust of wind passed over you; the evening was warm, but you suddenly felt chilled.

"Promise me, (name)."

"I promise, grandfather. I will do as you said."

And you do, contemplating the body of the man in front of you, now truly alone in that isolated corner of the world. You feel no guilt; rather, you are proud of yourself, and you know your grandfather will be as well, when you'll call home to reassure him and your mother you are all right. You have proved yourself, punished a vicious murderer, and given justice to his victims. All in all, a good day... even though you do feel a bit upset, even if you couldn't exactly say why.

You can't tear your eyes away from Vespertine -or rather, from his mortal remains- even longer than what your grandfather would deem necessary. The bullet you have killed him with went right through his cranium, but the hole it created is no bigger than a bean at the centre of his forehead, and his face is still perfectly recognizable... which is good, since you wouldn't be able to collect the bounty if you can't prove you killed the right man. You saw another body once, an inexperienced guard on your island, who had shot himself in the face with his service pistol as he cleaned it, and the bullet had completely erased his features, so much that even his parents couldn't formally recognize him...

Vespertine's old bounty poster, from the time he was still part of his old pirate crew, is folded in the inside pocket of your jacket; you take it out, open it, observe it carefully comparing the man in the picture with the one lying on the ground in front of you, and finally sigh, relieved. You had already checked it for the third time twenty minutes ago, as you waited for the right moment in the foreman's office, to make sure you had actually found the right man and were not about to kill an innocent who simply resembled him, but this is obviously the first time you can examine him up close and yes, this is undoubtedly Vespertine himself. You killed him... but your work is not over yet.

Still, you can't stop looking at him. His eyes, of the same colour of your mother's, are still open, a single drop of blood that slid down from the wound leaving a tiny blood trail along the side of his nose. He had had time to realize you were attempting to kill him, but his expression betrays neither fear, nor rage, nor the pain he must have felt as he died; rather, he seems... surprised, as if he really hadn't expected to see you, to be attacked, and that that quiet, still morning would be the last of his life.

I'm doing it, grandfather, you think; you will make sure to tell him in person once you're back home, to let him know you haven't forgotten what he had taught you, but for now, mentally addressing him is the best you can do. Just like you told me to. And now I know what you meant; I feel exactly as you thought I would. I killed him; and all it took was pulling a trigger. He wasn't a good man, and he deserved this and even more. But still... But still...

It is sudden and violent, like a punch (or a bullet) to the stomach; the bounty poster falls from your fingers, and you fall to your knees, your legs unable to support you. Your head swims; your heart beats fast enough to hurt; cold sweat covers your back, your arms, your whole body...

A disgusting sound (bleeeaarrggghh) escapes your lips, followed by everything you had eaten in the last twelve hours.

*****

You start feeling a little better fifteen minutes later, and thank all the Gods you have water and paper towels in your bag, which allows you to clean yourself at least a little bit.

After a brief rest, you get to work, retrieving other tools from your bag: a knife, a sturdy sack, the sort you use to store grain or flour, and a tinderbox. You bit your lip, ordering yourself not to feel sick again, as you cut Vespertine's head, sawing through skin and tendons and bone and separating it from his body; consequently, you put it in the sack. Collecting wood takes you only a few minutes, since the countryside abounds with fallen branches and twigs; lighting a fire is equally easy, since you have been taught to use flint and steel since you were a little girl. Dragging your victim's body over the (still unlit) pyre is the hardest part, since he must be twice as heavy as you, but in the end you succeed, and soon Vespertine's remains are burning and then reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of his passing that an eventual friend or ally could trace back to you. Unsure of what to do with it, you finally bury the man's sword near the entrance of the mine, digging with your bare hands since you don't have a shovel at hand and making sure it cannot be found.

You then place the sack containing your victim's head in your bag; the idea of carrying that thing around is more than a little disgusting, but doing the same with the entire body would be much more tiring, and your grandfather said it will be more than enough to claim the bounty, since a severed head is clear proof of a person's death.

Soon after, you set off. You haven't lowered your guard yet, in case Vespertine hadn't come alone or had friends and allies nearby, not to mention that watching your back will now have to become the norm, but you feel relieved you have completed your task, and you can't wait to reward yourself with a good meal, cash the bounty and return home to tell your mother and grandfather about your first success as a mercenary.

You have started whistling a popular song of your island, the warmth of the blooming day kissing your skin, when suddenly you are not alone on the road anymore; a tall man is walking purposefully towards you, and towards the mine... a man with a large sword hanging from his belt.

Shit. Vespertine did say he was expecting someone, and while you cannot be sure this guy is (was) a friend of your victim and would want to avenge his death, the best, safest thing you can do is to get away as quickly as you can, before he realizes what has happened and that you must be responsible for it. Is it cowardly? Perhaps - no, it surely is, and your grandfather did tell you the honourable man is very often the dead man as well, and you are a mercenary, not a warrior, you are not bound by a code of conduct and it would be very stupid to risk your life when you have nothing to gain from it, but...

But...

"Excuse me." you call to the man who has by now walked five or six steps behind you, turning to look at him and thinking back to your brief conversation with Vespertine "Is your name... Mihawk?"

The man turns, clearly surprised to hear a stranger mention his name. He is very tall, slim but strong, dark-haired, practically but elegantly dressed.

"Do I know you?" he asks after a moment he has spent observing you.

"No, but perhaps we have a mutual acquaintance. Did you know Jack "The Tiger" Vespertine? Were you meant to meet him today?"

You grimace, realizing you have used the past tense when this man -Mihawk- still has no idea Vespertine is dead. This is probably the stupidest, most dangerous thing you have ever done, a leap in the dark, because your gun is still charged and nothing would stop you from at least trying to kill your second swordsman of the day, but you could simply keep walking, and he would have no way to know what has happened, since there is no trace of Vespertine's remains and by the time Mihawk may suspect he had been killed, you would be long gone.

Still. Something in your heart tells you you are doing the right thing, because you are not a coward, and because this man will not prove to be a danger for you. You don't know why, but you are sure.

"Is he a friend of yours?"

Mihawk brings his arms to his chest; he is still staring, and there is something in his gaze that makes you squirm - in his gaze, or perhaps in his eyes, which are of a very unusual colour...

"Why should I tell you?" he asks in the end.

"No reason, actually." you admit "It's just... well, I hope you were not close friends, or related, because he is dead."

Silence. You tense, ready for whatever his reaction will be, but the man lets his arms fall to his sides, without touching his sword - a good blade, he will tell you in time, but still largely inferior to Yoru, that will not come into his possession for a few years still.

"You killed him?"

"I did. Less than an hour ago, at the mine he was waiting for you at."

"Are you a pirate?"

No, just the daughter of one, you are for a moment about to answer, before quickly stopping yourself. You have been sworn to silence regarding the identity of your father, for the safety of your family and your own, and you have never been tempted to break that promise until now. What is happening to you?, you wonder, feeling strangely numbed all of a sudden, why do you instinctively feel able, or even eager, to share your secrets with a man you had never met before...?

(You will understand it; in time. And you will be happy of it.)

"No; I'm a mercenary working for the World Government." you answer in the end, trying to pull yourself together; it is technically not the truth, at least until you cash your first bounty, but the Marines do have a number of killers for hire on call, and who knows, perhaps one day you will be part of that selected circle... "Vespertine left a long list of victims behind him, there is a bounty on his head."

"I see."

You wait for him to elaborate, to express rage or regret or joy at the news of Vespertine's death, but Mihawk is clearly not the loquacious sort, because he keeps his emotions for himself, and "Thanks for telling me." he simply says.

"No problem. Why was he waiting for you?" you ask again, cocking your head; you have no idea of how dangerous he is, even now that he is little more than a boy, but even if you knew, you wouldn't be deterred. You are curious... and fascinated, somehow, by this stern and hermetic young man.

Mihawk looks at you, clearly disapproving of your curiosity, but in the end he sighs, and finally gives you the explanation you wanted. "We were meant to duel, Vespertine and I. He had challenged me a month ago, and we were meant to meet this morning at the mine. I... am running late, unfortunately, because the ship I took to reach this island clashed against a larger one and for a while it seemed it would go under."

"Oh, that's... scary."

He shrugs, clearly unconcerned. "I would have managed, I am a capable swimmer. I was just afraid Vespertine thought I had decided not to meet him because I was afraid."

"He... was a capable swordsman?" you ask again, still eager to learn more; the only bladed weapon you have ever handled is the knife you use at the table and, now, the larger one you took with you from home to separate your victim's head from his body, but you have always been fascinated by the world of the swordfighters, bound by a strict code of behaviour, who often have to prove themselves before a more experienced fighter accepts to train them and among whom most serious duels end with the death of one of the two opponents. For them, the weapon is not a tool, of defense and offense; it is... an art. A cult, almost.

"Above average, from what I saw, which is not saying much. But he had challenged me, and refusing would have been a stain upon my honour."

Just like you expected. "I see. Well." you add, suddenly embarrassed "I'm sorry I took your opponent away from you."

Mihawk shrugs, marginally more inclined to chat. "If he let you kill him, it means he wasn't a worthy opponent." he reasons; he has no facial hair, but his sideburns are long and neatly trimmed, and while already tall he's still a few inches away from his full stature "I should thank you for saving me a futile effort."

You cock your head, an eyebrow raised. "Are you saying I am less capable a markswoman than you are a swordsman?" you inquire; you don't care if Mihawk will propose to see for yourselves and challenge you, forgotten is the guilt you felt for ruining his morning. Who the hell this smart-ass thinks he is, especially considering you must be the same age? You don't care how actually powerful he is, you wouldn't even care if he were the world's strongest swordsman, no one can insult you and get away with it "Is it because I am a woman? Or because I use a gun and not a sword?"

"No, I..."

"I'll have you know I've been trained by one of the most capable former mercenaries of the four seas, and that Vespertine didn't even have the time to attack me before I put a bullet through his head."

"I'm sure you are more than capable." Mihawk says, clearly aiming to pacify you but, fortunately, without sounding patronizing "Forgive me; I meant no disrespect."

He seems sincere - he is, he will confess to you years later, and deeply embarrassed for the gaffe he just made; it is rare for him to admit he had erred... but, he will confide you with the shadow of a smile, he is happy those words didn't make you hate him, then and in the years to come. Because of this you decide to forgive him, and

"If you want we can split the bounty." you propose, feeling generous; you intended to donate the money to someone who needed it on your island, but you can take another assignment soon "Or, you know, there is Verspertine's sword, I can tell you where I buried it..."

Mihawk shakes his head. "I can only take another swordsman's blade if I am the one who bested them; in any case, I doubt a man like Vespertine owned a blade I could be interested in." he points out "And I don't need compensation; you killed him, you deserve to keep the money. Well, I... I suppose I should go back."

"Right..."

Silently, you both set off once more, walking side by side along the only path towards the nearest village. You are still on edge, both happy for your first success and shaken by the fact that you have, after all, just killed a man, but soon you find yourself focusing on something else... namely, on the young man walking next to you. He is undoubtedly handsome, but it's something else that piques your curiosity... a depth, and complexity, unusual for one so young, and that you can perceive behind his apparently impassible façade.

"So." you begin conversationally after a while; you have almost a mile to walk to the village, and maybe chatting will make you reach your destination faster "Are you any good with that sword?"

Mihawk grunts, the tiniest hint of amusement in his voice. "I like to think I am more than good."

"Really? Are you famous?"

"I am... becoming famous. This is why Vespertine wanted to duel me."

"And you think you would have beaten him?"

"I know I would have."

He speaks matter-of-factly, as if describing an undeniable truth and without the slightest hint of arrogance or overconfidence; you usually appreciate humility, and you have no way to know whether he is as good as he thinks he is, but you like the self-assurance he carries himself with.

"So this is what you do? Go around, duel other swordsmen so that you make a name for yourself as a powerful fighter?"

"I do." Mihawk easily acknowledges "When I'm not too busy fighting the Marines and looking for a loot or another."

"You're a pirate."

"I am. A wanted one, in case you were thinking of claiming my bounty as well."

You smile, aware you are both involved in a game whose rules are still undecided. "Is that a challenge?" you inquire, and Mihawk shrugs, looking straight in front of him.

"If you want to consider it as such."

"I see. Luckily for you, I intend to cash Vespertine's bounty before looking for another assignment, so I will not challenge you today."

"Luckily for me..."

Silence falls between you, an unexpectedly companionable one considering you have known each other only for a few minutes. As you glance sideways at Mihawk, you can't help noticing his eyes, yellow like the ones of a hawk; you have never seen anything of the sort, but there is beauty in his gaze.

"What about you?" Mihawk asks "What has brought you to become a mercenary?"

"Are you surprised?"

"Women are a minority in the trade, those as young as you even more so. You are wearing clothes of good quality, which means you are probably not doing it for the money. Am I right?"

"You are."

Mihawk grins. "As I thought. So what? Are you following in a relative's footsteps? Or were you simply bored?"

"Both things, in a sense." you admit, walking leisurely along the mud-smeared path; the fact that a virtual stranger is able to read you so easily should upset you, but it doesn't, maybe because you can perceive Mihawk poses no danger to you, or maybe not "I... simply needed to test myself. Growing up, I never had to worry about money, or fear for my safety; I'm not saying I was spoiled, or that I spend my days idling without duties and responsibilities, but I feared letting things go like they were meant to, I would become indolent, content with what I had but unable to aim higher. I never needed to prove I was strong, and clever, and capable of taking care of myself; but I wanted to make sure I was anyway."

You are not sure your reasoning makes sense, especially to someone who barely knows you, but Mihawk nods in understanding - in approval, even. "That was brave of you. And clever."

"I just wanted to do what I thought was right."

Twenty minutes of sporadic but pleasant conversation later, you have reached the village, actually little more than a handful of houses and little shops and a tiny harbour, connected by a regular ferry service to a larger island from where you can easily catch another boat to return home. Perhaps, you reflect, you should think about buying a small ship of your own; experienced sailors are not lacking on your island, and you could ask someone to teach you...

"You want to join me for a meal?" you propose as you walk past a tavern; you know you and Mihawk are destined to part soon anyway and will probably never meet again, but he is the most interesting person you have met in a long while, and you like talking to him "After all it's breakfast time..."

Mihawk hesitates for a moment, taken aback by your offer. "I'd... like that." he answers, and you could swear that surprises him as well "But I need to depart soon."

"I see. Well..."

You are both standing in the village's tiny, almost empty square. This is good-bye, then, you're about to say, but impulsively you step closer to the man in front of you, who tenses. "What...?"

"Your eyes." you murmur without realizing. You were right, they are yellow, their gaze piercing and deep, intense albeit not necessarily cruel "They are... beautiful."

"... you think?"

"Of course; I had never seen anyone with eyes like yours! They make you look like a bird of prey. Like an hawk."

Something in your words makes the man in front of you smile; he is flattered, and still not as good at hiding his emotions as he will be in twenty years. "I've been told that before."

"Is it hereditary? Do you have a particularly sharp vision or...?"

"I... don't think so; no one I have ever met has them, and I see normally."

"Amazing..."

Silence again; you face each other, both still so young, full of dreams and ambition, unaware of what the future has in store for you - individually and not. Neither has any idea you will meet again, and how your relationship will change and grow, but in that moment, both of you are sure, a sort of quiet, clear certitude: you will remember that brief encounter forever.

In the end Mihawk takes a step back, both literally and metaphorically. "I should go." he softly points out nodding in the direction of the village's harbour "So... good-bye."

"Good-bye, Mihawk." you answer, intimately saddened for reasons you can't fully explain even to yourself; it is not like you to get attached to people you barely know, but there is something interesting in this young swordsman, something special, and you wouldn't mind having the time to discover exactly what...

A nod, the hint of a smile, and he's walking away. You look at his retreating figure for a minute, his dark hair gently swaying in the breeze, his hand elegantly resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Maybe one day we'll meet again." you call out to him, making Mihawk turn "Maybe I'll be asked to bring you in to the Marines."

He smiles; once again, amused, but not patronizing. "I look forward to it." he answers, raising an hand in farewell "What is your name?"

"It's (name). Lady (name)."

"I'll be seeing you then, lady (name)."

A minute later he has disappeared, hidden by the buildings across the square. You smile to yourself; something tells you Mihawk is destined to make a name for himself, as a pirate and even more as a swordsman, and you can only hope that, by your next meeting, you will have done the same.

Still, that could take years, and in the meantime you have a couple of more pressing matters to attend to: breakfast, since your stomach has started growling, and calling both your family, to let her know you're all right, and the Marines.

You decide to take care of that first, to get it over with. You glance once more at the tavern, hoping the coffee they offer is better than the one you drank on the ferry, retrieve your transponder snail from a side pocket of your bag, and dial the number you had learnt by heart before setting off from home. You could technically cash Vespertine's bounty in any Marine base of the world, but you decided to do it at their HQ, especially since it's your first time; you hope it will be easier to get noticed, and make a name for yourself as a capable mercenary.

"Good morning. Who do I have to talk to in order to claim a bounty? Vice-Admiral Garp? Yes, put me through to him, please..."

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Chris Redfield x Werewolf!Reader Headcanons

I went with headcanons because my brain is fried anon, I'm sorry

I'm greened out but I always provide angst

🌙 First Jill went missing all those years ago only for him to find her under Wesker's sick control. And now you? The second he heard it over his radio he wanted to throw the absolute fuck up. He almost swallowed the freshly lit cigarette whole.

🌙 He's had so much ripped from his life, he's not going to let you be one of them. He briefly thought back to Piers, the haunting memory halting his moves as the rest of Hound Wolf pulled him back to reality.

🌙 He searches harder than he searched for Jill, if that was even possible. It's not like anyone is going to say shit to the walking embodiment of a brick on steroids.

🌙 Claire is the only one who could talk some sort of sense into him, even if it was small. She stopped him from stuffing his pockets full of bullets and strapping as many guns to his person before taking off to some random and minuscule bit of information. Even then, Chris finds it hard to stay calm as his little sister tries to calm him down enough to sit and think things out.

🌙 He's normally so good at planning these kinds of things. He learned so much from trying to find Jill that it almost makes him feel insecure that it happened to him once again.

🌙 He often sits up late at night waiting and praying for his phone to light up whether it be a call or text or email. He yearns to hear his phone go off, to feel the burn in his eyes for the light to cut through the deep night that overtakes the too-empty bedroom. He leaves his ringer volume up at the maximum so there's no chance of him sleeping through it. And one night, it finally does.

🌙 He's out of bed and geared up in a matter of a few minutes. He's deathly silent the entire transport ride, the thoughts running millions of miles an hour in his mind had him grinding his teeth. He was smoking up a storm too, as soon as one cigarette burned out he pressed another one to his lips and lit it. It worried the rest of Hound Wolf to see him like this.

🌙 He lead the charge. He wasted no time, kicking door open with his heavy boots and sweeping the rooms with his finger on the trigger. His eyes were wild and tactical as he looked over the strangely wrecked rooms of the facility. It was all so odd that the place was seemingly abandoned overnight, coffee cups were half drunk, computers were still logged into, even some doors were left unlocked that normally would need keycards to open.

🌙 He found you in a room towards the back of the facility. His blood ran freezing cold in his veins upon first glance. You weren't moving. Against his better judgment, Chris approached you quickly and felt for your pulse only to be startled when you jolted with life. You looked like you had been dragged through hell as his eyes scanned your body for all of your injuries.

🌙 His heart broke upon seeing all of the deep bruises and the puncture wounds from where they experimented on you like you were a B.O.W. It suddenly struck him like lightning as the rest of Hound Wolf filed in, a few checking the computers and files around as one of the medics hovered over you. What exactly were they pumping you full of?

🌙 He read the files on the transport back, occasionally looking over at you as you laid near motionlessly as the medic worked over you. Your files contained a lot of familiar elements from Romania with the lycans. He knew what you were now, closing the files and sorrowfully looking back at you. He knew for a fact he couldn't bring himself to put you down, you both have been through so much together.

🌙 He fights to keep you alive, and somehow, it works. Of course, there's the heavy restrictions and looming knowledge that if you even put one claw out of line that it would end horribly. But Chris is determined to never let that happen. His nerves ease when it comes to light that you're different than the lycans from Romania, only transforming during the night of a full moon.

🌙 He's there for you before you turn, often in the room with you despite the protests of the others and even you. He'd be damned if he ever left you alone.

🌙 He's helping you attach the shackles and whispers to you sweet nothings while doing so. He's not the best with words but he's determined to do his best.

🌙 He's always so hesitant to go when you do start to turn, often pausing before the door as he weighs his needs for survival and the need to be by your side during a horrible time like this.

🌙 When he does eventually close the barricaded door behind him, he's immediately looking at the screen displaying the horrors going on inside of the very room he was just in. While others reel and turn away during the initial transformation, Chris stomachs it and watches closely for any signs of something going wrong.

🌙 He would often sit at the door, his back against the metal as you snarled and tore apart the room on the other side. A cigarette between his teeth was lit and he would find himself talking just to fill the void when you would get too exhausted to fight against the chains. It was his way of still treating you like you were human, even now. He would talk about whatever came to his mind; What bullshit paperwork he had to do earlier, what Claire brought up on the phone, something stupid he overheard in the locker room.

🌙 You would always wake up in the morning with the chains already off and a thick flannel blanket draped over you, a comfy pillow tucked under your head and Chris sitting right next to you waiting patiently. He always had a bottle of water fresh from the fridge, a protein bar or two and a few painkillers at the ready along with a change of clothes.

🌙 Chris is sure to clear out your schedules for the rest of the day. Your body and your mind both just went under a horrible amount of stress and pain, you need to rest. He'd rather go face-to-face with Wesker again than see you struggling around the house the day after, especially for things so basic like water or food.

🌙 He often likes to carry you inside your shared home despite your weak protests. He's a pretty strong guy and his mind is even harder to break at times, so there's no convincing him to stop and put you down. He always carries you straight to bed and lays you down comfortably and stays by your side until you eventually drift off.

[lynette-m-roses]

Redemption's Embrace

In the heart of New Orleans, a vampire named Y/N found Herself burdened by a dark and tormented past. Haunted by the memories of her actions, she yearned for redemption, a chance to make amends for the lives she had taken. Little did she know that her journey would intersect with the enigmatic Klaus Mikaelson, a figure known for his tumultuous history.

Klaus, intrigued by Y/N's quest for redemption, saw a glimmer of possibility in their eyes. He knew the weight of past mistakes all too well and recognized the genuine desire for change within Y/N's soul. He approached her, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and compassion.

"Y/N," Klaus spoke, his voice carrying a hint of understanding. "I've seen the darkness that consumes your soul. But I've also discovered that redemption is not beyond reach. If you're willing, I can offer you a chance at redemption and a place within the Mikaelson family."

Y/N's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within her heart. She had longed for a chance at redemption, a way to find peace within herself. To be offered a place within the Mikaelson family, a family known for her own dark pasts, was an opportunity she never thought possible.

"I… I would be honored," Y/N whispered, their voice filled with gratitude and determination. "I want to change, to make things right. I want to find redemption."

And so, Y/N went on a journey of self-discovery and redemption, guided by Klaus and the Mikaelson family. The path was not an easy one, as she faced her darkest memories and confronted the consequences of her actions. But she was never alone. Klaus stood by her side, offering guidance and understanding every step of the way.

Together, they delved into the depths of Y/N's past, unearthing painful memories and confronting the ghosts that haunted her. Y/N's heartache and remorse poured out, their emotions raw and vulnerable. Klaus listened, his own past resonating with hers, and offered a steady hand to guide her through the darkness.

As time passed, Y/N's journey of redemption took an unexpected turn. The connection between her and Klaus deepened, evolving into a love that transcended her past mistakes. she shared experiences that forged a bond that grew stronger with each passing day.

But just as their love blossomed, an old enemy resurfaced, seeking revenge against Klaus and the Mikaelson family. The enemy, a vengeful vampire seeking to exploit Y/N's past, threatened to tear apart the fragile threads of redemption they had woven.

Y/N found herself caught in a web of deceit and manipulation, torn between her desire for redemption and the fear of losing the love she had found with Klaus. The enemy used her vulnerabilities against her, whispering reminders of her past mistakes, stoking the flames of doubt in her heart.

Klaus, sensing Y/N's inner turmoil, refused to let her falter. He stood as a pillar of strength, his love unwavering. He reminded Y/N of the progress she had made, and the steps she had taken towards redemption. Together, they faced their demons, confronting the enemy head-on with a resilience born from their shared love.

In the final confrontation, as the enemy's plans unraveled, Y/N stood tall, her determination shining through. She embraced the darkness within her, using it as a weapon against her adversary. With Klaus by her side, they emerged victorious, and the weight of her past finally lifted.

The journey towards redemption had not been easy, but Y/N had achieved it, finding solace in the love of Klaus and the Mikaelson family. Her past mistakes no longer defined them; instead, she served as a reminder of the strength they had found within herself.

As the dust settled and New Orleans regained its equilibrium, Y/N and Klaus stood together, her hearts entwined. She had faced her darkest fears and emerged stronger, their love serving as a beacon of hope and redemption.

In the embrace of Klaus, Y/N found the redemption she had sought, her past mistakes transformed into lessons that guided her path forward. They had discovered that love had the power to heal wounds and that forgiveness was not just a gift they received, but one she could offer to herself.

And so, Y/N and Klaus went on a new chapter, forever bound by their shared journey of redemption and the love that had blossomed amidst the darkness. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, their love serving as a constant source of strength and their redemption a testament to the transformative power of love.

[sensualnoiree]

astro notes: daily transits &amp; horoscopes 10/11

Friday begins with Luna reactivating the polarizing energy from yesterday’s Mercury–Eris opposition, as the Moon squares both Eris and Mercury early in the morning. This tension might carry over into how we process communication and conflicting opinions, especially around identity or personal beliefs. However, the Moon's subsequent trines and sextiles with the outer planets—Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto—help shift the energy towards a more enlightened, expansive perspective. These transpersonal planetary alignments offer the potential for breakthroughs, vision, and transformative insights. A quincunx between Mercury and Uranus highlights the need for an open mind, especially as the Moon enters progressive Aquarius later in the morning. The most significant event, however, is Pluto's station at 29°38' Capricorn before it shifts into Aquarius for good on November 19. This marks a major turning point as Pluto prepares to leave Capricorn behind, closing out a transformative cycle of power and structural shifts.

Rising Sign Delineations:

Aries Rising This Friday, expect lingering tension from yesterday’s Mercury–Eris opposition in your 7th and 1st houses, reawakened by early morning lunar squares, which may cause friction in personal or partnership dynamics. However, as the Moon trines Uranus in your 2nd house, sextiles Neptune in your 12th, and conjoins Pluto in your 10th, you’ll find room for personal and career breakthroughs if you remain open to new insights. As Pluto stations in your 10th house, the final weeks of its journey through Capricorn will push you to solidify your public image and career goals, preparing for a significant shift in your social identity as Pluto enters Aquarius.

Taurus Rising The early morning lunar squares to Eris and Mercury activate your 6th and 12th houses, highlighting lingering frustrations around work or health matters, possibly tied to subconscious fears or hidden tensions. But with the Moon’s harmonious aspects to Uranus in your 1st house, Neptune in your 11th, and Pluto in your 9th, you have the potential to gain new perspectives and insights, especially in how you approach personal freedom and visionary goals. Pluto's station in your 9th house signals the end of a long period of transformative shifts in your belief systems, urging you to prepare for new intellectual and spiritual horizons as Pluto enters Aquarius.

Gemini Rising The morning tension between the Moon, Eris, and Mercury stirs up unresolved issues in your 5th and 11th houses, likely around social dynamics or creative self-expression. However, the Moon’s trine to Uranus in your 12th house, sextile to Neptune in your 10th, and conjunction with Pluto in your 8th encourages transformative insights around intimacy, career vision, and hidden emotional patterns. Pluto’s station in your 8th house indicates a final deep dive into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation, preparing you for a shift in your relationship to power and control as Pluto moves into Aquarius.

Cancer Rising The morning starts with tension in your 4th and 10th houses, where lingering issues related to home and career may come to the surface. However, the Moon’s supportive aspects to Uranus in your 11th house, Neptune in your 9th, and Pluto in your 7th house allow you to tap into progressive insights around your social life, belief systems, and partnerships. As Pluto stations in your 7th house, you’ll be called to reflect on the major transformations that have occurred in your close relationships over the past years, preparing for a shift in how you navigate one-on-one dynamics as Pluto enters Aquarius.

Leo Rising The early morning lunar squares may stir up tension in your communication sector, particularly around conflicts in your daily routines or work matters. But as the Moon trines Uranus in your 10th house, sextiles Neptune in your 8th, and conjoins Pluto in your 6th, you’re offered opportunities for transformative insights around your career, shared resources, and health routines. Pluto’s station in your 6th house highlights the final stages of deep changes related to your work, habits, and health, preparing you for a new focus on personal freedom and innovation as Pluto moves into Aquarius.

Virgo Rising Lingering issues related to finances or self-worth may resurface early in the day, as the Moon squares Eris and Mercury, activating your 2nd and 8th houses. However, with the Moon’s trine to Uranus in your 9th house, sextile to Neptune in your 7th, and conjunction with Pluto in your 5th, you’ll find that creative expression and expansive thinking can lead to breakthroughs in your romantic or financial life. Pluto’s station in your 5th house marks the final chapter of transformative shifts in how you approach creativity, pleasure, and love, preparing you for a new cycle as Pluto enters Aquarius.

Libra Rising Friday begins with lingering tension in your 1st and 7th houses from yesterday’s Mercury–Eris opposition, reactivated by the early morning lunar squares. This could cause strain in your personal relationships or self-expression. However, the Moon’s supportive aspects to Uranus in your 8th house, Neptune in your 6th, and Pluto in your 4th offer opportunities for emotional breakthroughs and transformative insights into home and family matters. As Pluto stations in your 4th house, the final weeks of its journey through Capricorn signal the closing of a transformative chapter in your home life, preparing you for new personal freedoms when Pluto enters Aquarius.

Scorpio Rising The morning may stir up subconscious frustrations as the Moon reactivates the Mercury–Eris opposition in your 12th and 6th houses, highlighting hidden tensions around work or health. However, the Moon’s trine to Uranus in your 7th house, sextile to Neptune in your 5th, and conjunction with Pluto in your 3rd encourages breakthroughs in communication, relationships, and creative projects. Pluto’s station in your 3rd house signals the end of a long period of transformation in how you communicate and process information, paving the way for a shift towards more innovative thinking as Pluto enters Aquarius.

Sagittarius Rising The day begins with some tension in your social or financial life, as the Moon’s squares to Eris and Mercury in your 11th and 5th houses could reignite disagreements around shared values. However, the Moon’s supportive aspects to Uranus in your 6th house, Neptune in your 4th, and Pluto in your 2nd offer opportunities for breakthroughs in your daily routines, emotional stability, and financial matters. Pluto’s station in your 2nd house marks the final stages of transformation around your income and self-worth, preparing you for a new focus on intellectual and spiritual growth when Pluto enters Aquarius.

Capricorn Rising Lingering tensions from yesterday’s Mercury–Eris opposition in your 10th and 4th houses may resurface in the morning, possibly reigniting conflicts between your public and private life. However, the Moon’s supportive aspects to Uranus in your 5th house, Neptune in your 3rd, and Pluto in your 1st offer opportunities for personal breakthroughs in self-expression, communication, and self-awareness. Pluto’s station in your 1st house signals the final stages of a transformative cycle in your personal identity, preparing you for a shift towards more progressive, collective goals as Pluto moves into Aquarius.

Aquarius Rising The early morning may stir up subconscious tensions as the Moon squares Eris and Mercury in your 9th and 3rd houses, reigniting conflicts in communication or belief systems. However, the Moon’s trine to Uranus in your 4th house, sextile to Neptune in your 2nd, and conjunction with Pluto in your 12th offer opportunities for deep emotional insights and breakthroughs around home, finances, and spiritual matters. Pluto’s station in your 12th house signals the closing of a deeply transformative period in your subconscious, preparing you for a rebirth in how you show up in the world as Pluto enters your sign.

Pisces Rising Lingering tensions from yesterday’s Mercury–Eris opposition in your 8th and 2nd houses may resurface early in the day, especially around shared resources or financial matters. However, the Moon’s trine to Uranus in your 3rd house, sextile to Neptune in your 1st, and conjunction with Pluto in your 11th offer opportunities for breakthroughs in communication, personal expression, and your social networks. Pluto’s station in your 11th house marks the final stages of transformation in your social life and community involvement, preparing you for a shift in how you engage with larger groups and collective goals when Pluto moves into Aquarius.

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