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doip. / 5.24.23: the woodland manse

TIME FOR DOIP! it's been a few months so: welcome to dragon of icespire peak, the d&d campaign jorb is running with me, nyx v4shthestampede, and green bahamutgreen! starring the bullheaded dragonborn fighter Alidaar, the nameless halfling druid that's usually a binturong, and the new arrival (and walking disaster of a lizardfolk) hoping for treasure, Kepesk! together we're gonna fight a really angry dragon, but first there's a lot of problems in the world we need to tackle before we have any hope or surviving.

leo: [joins call] good news, i found my dice! jorb: [plays the anime "WOW!" sound on the soundboard]

Redesign Your Alidaar, We Know What We're Doing

LAST TIME, ON DRAGON OF ICESPIRE PEAK: Our heroes, having said goodbye to their friend Tobias, made their way to the Dragon Barrow. There, they met a new but unexpected ally: a lizardfolk by the name of Kepesk. The three braved the barrow together, and after some close calls, claimed the Dragonslayer sword within. Outside, they met a hobgoblin named Toblin Bloodsword, leading them through Neverwinter wood. oh fuck ive lost behind. WILL OUR HEROES BE ABLE TO CLEAR THE MANCE AND CLAIM THEIR REWARD? OR WILL THE CACOLYTES TAKE THEM BY STORM? FIND OUT………. TODAY!

i'm really good at what i do.

kepesk: wow it feels like we slept a month or two or something alidaar: more like four!

nyx: didn't we gaslight toblerone? […] leo: what's his actual name again, jorb: targor! leo, sobbing: WHY DID I THINK HIS NAME WAS TOBLIN?!

alidaar: i cartwheel over. nyx: what?? alidaar: i cartwheel over! nyx: well i was gonna ride on your shoulder or something, but i guess you're cartwheeling?? jorb: you heard the man! green: kepesk follows tripping over everything jorb: targor walks over doing a handstand or something. i dunno

good morning, falcon is here! also breakfast is here! let's goooo alidaar: good morning, motherfuckers! ..i dont say that part. OH NAMELESS HAS A NEW TOKEN, CUTE

……..huh. nameless sure is red suddenly. And This Sure Is An Overnight Change, Huh

falcon: would you mind terribly if corwin and pell dined with us this morning? alidaar: sure, why not? kepesk: [NOISE]

I FORGOT WE DUPED THE SHIT OUT OF TARGOR. targor is now aware that nameless just Does That (become a man)

jorb: [describing dinner] there's a couple of fish as well. nyx: alive. jorb: NOT ALIVE

falcon gives us a map! nyx: i am looking, i m looking with my eyes, i put my eyes on it, leo: nameless puts his face on the map. jorb, concerned: ..make a perception check? nyx: i swear im normal. [rolls a 17] jorb: this is a nice parchment!

nameless throws the map to kepesk. kepesk uses it as a napkin and then realizes its a map. falcon: i suspect i'm going to have new stories to tell after this. alidaar: you don't know the half of it. kepesk: about who :D?

nyx: i desperately want to talk to targor and tell him we're not usually like this leo: but that would be a lie :D nyx: that would be a lie.

jorb: [attempting to figure out why we can't see zodiark's name] leo: i can edit the horse. nyx: you can edit the horse???

falcon: try not to die. alidaar: it'll be hard as hell to kill us, don't you worry. :D jorb: and with that, you guys head off! nyx: ……..where am i going? jorb: YOU GUYS HAVE A MAP.

oh it's spelled manse. woodland manse. nyx: [rolls a 22 on survival] jorb: [..] you make some updates to the map as you go. leo: your map sucks ass, we improved it nyx: i'm grimacing as i hold it because it's still a bit greasy

OH SHIT THE SENDING STONE IS GLOWING OMG TOBIAS !! RAT BOYYYYY awww he misses us ;w; (and is craving cheese.) jorb: do you want to respond? you have 25 words. nyx and leo: OH GOD WHY ARE YOU MAKING US DO MATH his message is 25 words exactly. this guy. nyx: my response is two words: stay safe. kepesk: why are you guys talking to a rock? alidaar: [deadpan] sometimes rocks are magic. kepesk:

jorb: [..] you come across a clearing. nyx: why is there a boar in the bushes? green: is that a world of warcraft boar? jorb: yeah

jorb: so, what will you do? nyx: does targor have anything to say about this? jorb: oh. right. targor should say things.

OH GOD THERE'S TWO OF THEM (PARTY MEMBERS THAT'RE GOLD-MOTIVATED) NOW

jorb: do you have the ability to move targor, by the way? leo: no. i was gonna send him to the moon to test nyx: send variable to the moon. jorb: okay, try it now leo: [launches targor across the map] YEET nyx: OH GOD

jorb: there is not another identical mansion. nyx: sad. jorb: sad! leo: sad! nyx: sad! jorb: sad!

I HAVE DIED. SADLY.

leo: are the boars doing anything? jorb: uh, no, they're just grazing in the pumpkin patch. nyx: are they eating the actual pumpkins, or the leaves, or..? jorb: do they eat pumpkins? probably the leaves. leo: [googling] do boars eat pumpkins..

kepesk is leaving zodiark outside to graze on the pumpkins.

green: i can't believe i'm only asking this now and it's not my notes.. WHY did we come here??? (it's ok green i also didn't put that in my notes. anyway we're here to wipe out followers of talos and maybe get cool boots)

jorb: [describing a room] alidaar: i wanna get a look at those figures on the fireplace. jorb: it's weird- one of them looks like a binturong. one of them looks like YOU. and.. one of them looks like tobias. leo: WHAT? UM. OK . CREEPY MANSION HAS WEIRD WOODEN FIGURES OF THE ORIGINAL PARTY????? HOLY SHIT???

leo: oh my god the tokens,,, jorb: yeah i tried to get an ai to make [the tokens] into wood, it.. leo: it looks like it melted alidaar. jorb: ..had mixed results EVERYONE IS FIALING SO BAD AT INVESTIGATING THE REST OF THE ROOM BECAUSE THEY'RE DISTRACTED BY THE WEIRD CARVINGS

kepesk: i don't care about art.

jorb: -oh hey this is pretty neat actually

targor: what are you guys looking at? alidaar: hey targor, have you ever heard of wood? targor: targor: i'm.. familiar.

green: i feel like ive been so aggressive to him, i have no beef with targor. jorb: with TOBLIN, on the other hand,

leo: kepesk wants a carving of himself SO BAD jorb: they're not carvings, they're like.. 3d figures made of sticks. green: ohhh! that's even creepier. nyx: it's like that one movie. [pause] jorb: henry stickmin.

nyx: it looks like a pantry gone wrong. kepesk: is there ANYTHING of value in this place?! jorb: do you want to make an investigation check? leo: --all of my player instincts are yelling at me to start setting fire to this place. KEPESK NO DON'T EAT THE TOXIC SLUTCH leo: do we have cure poison on deck?? kepesk: do you guys want some? alidaar: [full-body recoils] nameless: [walks away] kepesk: ..i was just joking! :D ;;

courtyard has weird vines growing out of the well! thats probably an issue kepesk: i wonder if these vines would go well with food-sludge. nameless pokes the vines and they move. Hm! Bad! Time To Be Elsewhere

jorb: ..and you hear muffled talking. [dramatic music sting] leo: whoa, music change! jorb: the music didn't change, it just did that.

UH OH nyx alerted the guys on the floor above us! Problems!

jorb: if everybody could roll initiative for me! nyx: are we jumping through the hole in the ceiling?? leo: you bet your ass! targor rolled a 15 on his initiative! green: whoa! go off king! jorb: he's full of blood! leo: i think most people are.

jorb: [editing turn order so we can't see our opponents' rolls] you saw nothing. leo: i saw nothing but a 5 jorb: 5! green: 5! jorb: 4. green: 3. jorb: 2-- leo: [plays "E" with reverb on the soundboard] leo: did you know E is the 5th letter of the alphabet? :D

SOMEBODY THREW A DFUCKING JAVELIN AT US???? jorb: what would you like targor to do? green: targor! kill!

up against a human, an orc, and a half-orc! jorb: [stage whisper] they were all orcs in the original module, but i added some divesrsty hires! update: jorb misread the encounter so the javelin has been un-thrown and nameless has been un-mutilated

PEPPER WANTS M CHEEZITS SO SO SO SO SO BAD

KEPESK IS NOW RAGING OH SHIT KEPESK'S NEW RAGE IS COOL AS HELL he's got a cool stormcloud mask thing !! yoooo kepesk is WRECKING shit this RULES I AM ALSO NOW WRECKING SHIT. alidaar can now attack twice with his main weapon and once with his offhand! so he just. absolutely slaughters the ones kepesk didn't. also i have two breath weapons now! I CAN FUS RO DAH PEOPLE i should probably not fus ro dah people oh my god targor has a fucking. magic bloodsword. that's why they call him targor bloodsword ig hmm. nameless keeps using radiant damage now. i don't think that's what they usually do but i could be wrong. but also there has been no thorn whip silliness so far

jorb: i'm not even gonna make you roll, because he has 1 hp. [..] how do you want to do this? green: there's nothing that can go wrong with straight up cutting a guy in half anime style jorb: he goes "huh, that didn't do anything--" leo: he explodes. jorb: [explosion soundboard]

so anyway we just completely demolished that encounter in, like, one and a half rounds. goodbye fuckers

after a bathroom break: jorb: there, can you see it now?

leo: [SOUND] green: final boss: the go piss girl.

jorb: it is dark in here - do you have darkvision? green: i have swimming! [..] leo: do you want me to come over here? i have darkvision jorb: i retconned- i kept waffling on if you have darkvision or not.. leo: [checks character sheet] ah! i no longer have darkvision. (jorb gave alidaar nightvision before but the dragonborn update happened so now some of the variants have darkvision and alidaar's variant Does Not. ah well)

HOO BOY the dark room contains A Guy doing a. weird ritual? surrounded by weird twig creatures! that look kinda like the weird ones on the mantle! jorb: kepesk, you know what these are. [..] these are twigblights! green: YOO, ITS HENRY STICKMIN! leo: YOOOO green: YOOOO ITS HENRY STICKMIN LEADER OF THE TOPPAT CLAN leo: there's one for each route! :D

kepesk: hey do you think itd be funny if i went up and bit him? OH MY GOD SHE ROLLED A 20 STEALTH . OH MY GOD THATS A 27??? THAT'S A NAT 19 TO HIT. JESUS CHRIST kepesk: haha! you don't taste very good! [<- green described as "in his shittiest sonic voice"]

green: okay maybe i should roll for initiative

green: MAYBE I SHOULDN'T ROLL FOR INITIATIVE, DAMN,

horc enemy is SHOOTING LIGHTNING AT US???? WUH OH . OH GOD I HAVE BEEN KNOCKED DOWN TO 15 HP. AAUGH fun thing about the dragonborn rework: i can now replace one of my attacks with my breath weapon! i also now have Two Breath Weapons! and Two Attacks! and also an offhand attack! anyway i just Obliterated the stickmen except for one, then used my brand new fus ro dah repulsion breath to send the big bad flying into the wall and knock him prone. and then ran up and used my offhand to smack the final stickman into the ceiling. GET FUCKED LOL

nyx: im gonna walk up to alidaar and use.. uh… fuckin.. bitches! (nameless used cure wounds)

kepesk saunters up to The Guy and just. OH MY GOD GREEN ROLLED A CRIT? green: he's on the floor and i'm just [smacking noises] jorb: stabbity stab! leo: [plays "punch" sound effect A Lot]

HM. the guy backed up into a different corner and casted.. some sort of spell that didn't have a visible effect? time for nameless to roll arcana! jorb: in the words of himiko from danganronpa 3… "~it's magic~!" :D

alidaar: okay, im gonna just run straight at him and start going ham jorb: I NEVER ROLLED INITIATIVE FOR TARGOR!!!!! anyway alidaar just obliterated that guy with a dragonslayer crit. unfortunately it sounds like he was trying to do an evil last words monologue before getting beheaded. oops!

targor: sorry i'm la GREEN GOT DMCA'D ON TWITTER????? FOR VENOM GANGNAM STYLE??????????? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT???????????????????????????

uh. targor: ..why are there a bunch of frozen sticks on the ground? alidaar, covered in blood: oh y'know. occupational hazard.

WOAGH ok now that we're out of battle, nameless has rolled again for arcana and got a nat20! HM. THE GUY APPEARS TO HAVE CAST SENDING. green: i guess we shouldn't… stick around! :D

alidaar found some dust of disappearance :o and now we're going upstairs! leo: where's.. i nearly called him torbjorn. We Keep Forgetting Targor

jorb: you find a hidden door! [zelda jingle] alidaar: wow! just like in the murder of sonic the hedgehog! green: YEAAA i hope there's a milf at the end of this! (jorb: falcon could be a milf.)

time to do another round of investigating/perceiving! leo: i'm going to perceive it. jorb: [some joke abt apollo justice's bracelet i forgot] green: YEA!! leo: [rolls a 8] jorb: you don't have a bracelet, so it doesn't work leo: i start crying. [..] green: perception! just like my hero apollo justice! [rolls a 16] IMFINE! jorb: you are So fine that you find [..] a wooden staff!

Time For Nameless To Want Shiny Item jorb: they way their pupils are dilating.. you don't think they're gonna give it back. kepesk: are you gonna eat it????? [..] nameless: i give alidaar puppydog eyes. leo: what do i roll to defend against puppydog eyes? jorb: make a wisdom saving throw. leo: 10! nyx: [rolls a nat20 persuasion] leo: AH NO jorb: you can't say no to the puppydog eyes!

leo: i should start throwing targor around like a sack of potatoes like i did to tobias, that'd be funny

A BUNCH OF LITTLE NASTY BOYS ARE HERE nyx rolled a crit initiative what the FUCK my man i rolled 13.12 on my initiative! acab The Groupchat Gets Distracted Talking About Subspace Emissary nyx is going ham with the staff while i google what subspace enemy jorb and green were comparing the nasty boys to (it was an armight) nyx is Struggling to roll a d8

alidaar stuck his head through the door and used his breath weapon to Obliterate the encounter! and also freeze nameless a little bit. sorry </3 leo: how confident are you in your ability to roll above a 13 [for dexterity] nyx: i have a +1 to dexterity but do what you will leo: are you prepared to face the consequences of my actions?

kepesk has found a bathroom green: sounds boring. jorb: you dont wanna take a bath? stinky! stinkyyyy! green: --just gotta go stinky mode. jorb: smely!!!

OH GODDAMNIT MY MIC STOPPED PICKING ME UP AT SOME POINT. BIG EFF minor pause to reread my notes from Two Years Ago from when we checked the loggers camp! my notes for that session were terrible leo: [reading out notes] "hm. wonder how donjon's doing." jorb: [laughing] BAD.

Delicious Sludge! (kepesk keeps trying to eat weird things. like soot.) leo: alidaar starts jogging around. like a white dad jorb: there is a wardrobe here. leo: [squeaky] JUST LIKE THE MURDER OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG! CLOAK OF BILLOWIIIIIIIIING kepesk is All Over this locked chest awww yeah. AH FUCK HE GAVE HIS THIEVES TOOLS TO CARROWAY IN HIS BACKSTORY CAMPAIGN its ok nameless has a crowbar nameless rolled a nat1. kepesk Also struggles with the crowbar. alidaar walks in and starts fucking Wailing on it with his morningstar green: if this thing's a mimic this would be so messed up NAMELESS KICKED IT AND GOT A CRIT jorb: how does one get a crit on an unarmed strike?? the answer is "not very well". nameless then stubbed their toe YAHOO KEPESK CAME IN SWINGING WITH A 2HANDED WARHAMMER AND SMASHED THE CHEST god this was a mess jorb: it's a flat iron rod with a button on one end. leo: it's a Gun. OH MY GOD IT'S AN IMMOVABLE ROD you push the button and it just Freezes in place and cannot be moved! kepesk tries to put it in his pocket and forgot to unpress the button. i love kepesk green: imagine if you put it in your pocket and you buttpress the button

YEAAA ALIDAAR GETS THE CLOAK OF BILLOWING time to go back downstairs! alidaar steps on a staircase and it immediately collapses. whoops alidaar takes one last look at the weird figurines and considers taking his, but decides against it and walks out. also we may have started boar religion or something? meanwhile nameless grabs the tobias one and OOPS! COMBAT! THEYRE ALIVE! nyx: i use sacred flame. jorb: on which one? nyx: the.. binturong one. leo: nameless said no doubles.

alidaar is Really Sad about having to fight the twigblight of himself :( nyx wants to save the tobias one :( :( TWIGBIAS twigbias does 5 damage to nyx's discord and makes it so he can't hear anything kepesk sees what's happening and decides to stay out of it. targor: what's going on in there? [extended silence] AW NOOOO nameless tried to dispel magic but it didnt work.. WHY DOES NAMELESS HAVE A 25 POUND CHEST????? alidaar tries to shove twigbias in the chest. he drops the chest on his foot (nat1). good lord jorb: targor walks in and says "give me that" and grabs the chest off alidaar's toe.. [rolls a 3] ..and he drops it on HIS toe EVERYTHING HAS GONE SO FAR OFF THE RAILS Alidaar And Nameless Try To Shove Twigbias Into A Chest kepesk walks up. grabs twigbias. shoves him in. WE DID IT

OH MY GOD ONE OF THE BOARS IS A DUDE OH MY GOD. MORE INITIATIVE. WHAT IS HAPPENING. THE BOARS ARE MEN kepesk: you guys were eating with my horse this whole time?? okay so. earlier the boar religion comment was because when i was looking at the twigblight party jorb mentioned how we encountered a boar Ages ago and tobias used speak with animals to tell it to go away? and now we walk out of the manse and one of the boars goes YOU SHALL NOT PASS and turns into a dude. and now there are more dudes. and basically i think we have caused problems alidaar: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? [awkward silence] nyx: is he not gonna say anything? jorb: well, its not his turn, alidaar promptly charges at the pumpkin boar and slaps it clean in half okay cool the guy is a talos fanatic and is not gonna listen to me anyway. ah well it was worth a shot

one of the nettleblights(?) - oh yeah those guys are here too. big versions of the thornblights. one of them attacked zodiark so nameless blew it up talos, lord of boars, i walked away to get cake and when i came back it still wasnt my turn yet jorb: 30 to 40 feral hogs green: i thought [zodiark] would be really strong because he's a skeleton, but i was using mario logic, nameless: im gonna use sacred flame on.. the bitch! that is up my ass.

leo: hi im back whats up jorb: you're about to get owned! leo: oh. okay [thunderwave cave from pmd playing as alidaar gets electrocuted] LETS GIVE IT UP FOR ROUND 3 alidaar is covered in blood and he loves it. he's a fightboy! jorb: he was a gladiator! not willingly, but, leo: eh you have fun with it alidaar smacks a guy with a sword and then sticks his tongue out at him. >:P

alidaar is getting electrocuted again! leo: HOOH sorry there was a bug on my screen [right next to alidaar] jorb: you take 8 thunder damage irl [..] jorb: aw, i was trying to make it so he'd push you through the window leo: can i go through the window anyway? jorb: i mean, on your turn, if you want to,

GIANT'S MIIIIIGHT [super mushroom noise] alidaar supersizes, charges head-on at the final enemy (which is the one that tried to push me through a window), and uses his battleax to slap him straight into the sky and obliterate him on impact. alidaar: FUCK YOUUUUU leo: --and then he goes back to normal because combat ended. [checks skills] wait no this last one minute. and that was six seconds. um. jorb: you're large now! leo: alidaar stands there and goes "huh. i'm large now."

back to falcon's house! nameless brought back one of the boars for dinner :D nameless is having a normal experience with reality. what the fuck is happening. Kepesk And Alidaar Get One Boot Each targor is leaving! kepesk: aw, targor, but you're so based! nyx: don't speak those witch's words at him. I FORGOT KEPESK'S PRE-CAMPAIGN GROUP - IM GOING TO KILL JORB .RIGHT NOW kepesk's previous group was expies of the chaotix. targor was planned from the getgo to be mighty the armadillo. WAIT THE WILDERS ARE THE ONES THAT KILLED HIS PEOPLE. WE HAVE GASLIT HIM UNTIL THE VERY END green: i feel so bad, but yknow.. extenuating circumstances.. jorb: why does it keep spawning more namelesses? nyx: i shape back into binturong form. which hopefully there is only one of. AN INVISIBLE NAMELESS

jorb: do you guys wanna chat or are you just going to sleep? kepesk: so that was pretty fucked up, right? alidaar: yeah! kepesk: (at nameless) does it hurt when you go binturong mode, or? nameless: [shakes head] alidaar: sometimes they're a dog! --WAIT YOU WERE THERE FOR DOG WITH A SWORD kepesk: I WAS! :D

SOMETHING IS BREAKING INTO THE HUNTER'S LODGE AAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD. BIG BOAR BIG BOAR BIG BOAR

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

...and that's the end of the session! CLIFF HANGERRRRRRR

we still have twigbias btw.

#leo chirps #ica.txt #doip.#dnd #mdnl #WHAT A GLORIOUS CHAOTIC RETURN.#the twigbias scene took So Long. it was like 10 minutes of chaos. poor jorb

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ma-lark-ey · 1 year ago

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Lark Liveblogs Lit episode 4(?): The Mortal Instruments

Here’s what I know going into it;

Magnus & Alec are endgame, Alec walks away from his marriage???? Very dramatically to kiss Magnus. I, originally, thought these two were reversed but my mate corrected me.

It’s (roughly???) inspired by her old Draco Trilogy (which I did track down and download, will read eventually) and shares the name with a Ron/Ginny fic (which I read. Mortal Instrument was a very fitting title)

And that’s literally all I know before hand;

Unlike the Harry Potter post, I’ll add my thoughts whilst reading and not just completely after finishing. I will still do the entire series post-mortum on each book, though.

City of Bones; (3/11/23)

Alec is EASILY my favorite. I figured it’d be Simon or Magnus because my blorbo history favors Simons and Magnuses, but Alec has CAPTURED my heart and when he almost died to Abbadon I literally cried even though I KNEW he survived.

Clary, on the contrary, is only slightly less boring than Isabelle. I think Isabelle is badass because she’s got a whip but both of these women is like. Go girl! Give us NOTHING! Especially weird because Clary is primarily our perspective character??

Jace & Simon’s weird little dynamic is interesting. I’m not. Its whatever. I don’t hate it, I’m not intrigued. I DO think Alec/Jace is a far superior romance to Jace/Clary. But also maybe my opinion will change. The little kiss in the garden WAS very cute. Jace thinks he’s so cool and he’s literally not. He’s literally so cringe. His snarky sass is so fun as well, obsessed with whatevers going on there.

The cup being IN the Tarot cards was SO cool. I’m obsessed with THAT.

How old is Magnus. Can I be condoning Malec. Is it like, a Calypso situation. Emotionally he act around 19-20, we’re going with that. He feels like a shitty frat boy. How did this man name Magnus Chase he’s so cool and Magnus Chase is the most pathetic meow meow I’ve ever seen.

UMMM??? HODGE??? WHAT THE A C T U A L FUCK. HELLO. NO. NO. I REFUSE. THIS IS SO FUCKED UP WHAT. SO THAT WAS A FUCKING LIE???? Hodge.

Pov you’re my actually mildly hyperventilating at the end of chapter 22.

JACE IS VALENTINES SON??? THEY’RE SIBLINGS??? Really living up to stealing that name from Ron/Ginny fic huh 😭😭 oh god. Cassie… cassie clare… bbg….

So. The Johnathon reveal fr had me set the book down and walk away because I was in HYSTERICS. congrats, Simon! New chance with your girl because the other part of your love triangle was her BROTHER. so—

Newly finished City of Bones. There’s so much going on here. I’ve thoroughly exhausted my thoughts already. Uhm.

All I have left to say is I adore Luke. He’s perfect. And Magnus Bane RUSHING to Alec like that??? OKAY. HOMOSEXUAL MUCH??? Yes sir go get your man. I see you.

2.) City of Ashes (02/05/23-8/17/23)

Simon and Clary are a MESS i love them. Theyre IDIOTS.

Luke is still my beloved

The complex ass dynamic of Jace and Valentine,,, EAT. love it.

Im gonna be so fr i have updated this in six months and dont remember 90% of book teo anymore actually but Vampire Simon was a slay

Wait that didnt happen in this book.

OH. OH. THE SEELIE COURT? INSANE. INSANO FUCKING CRAZY THAT WAS WILD.

this book took me forever to read because second installments are always weak af (Son of Neptune is an exception) and i struggle so bad

Dont remember if it was this book or book three but him almost dying and Jace giving him blood was the GAYEST thing I’ve ever seen and they should make out. Like that was so horny and for what.

YES THAT WAS TEO IM CORRECT because two was the boar fight and three was the city where sebastian whatever the fuck killed max

Moving on.

3.) City of Glass (8/19/23-8/23/23)

THEYRE NOT. SIBLINGS. WIN FOR EVERYONE INVOLED.

Magnus & Alec appeared like twice but im obsessed with Magnus every time he appears im flirting with him hey bb howzit going.

Maya is my FAVORITE ever i love a wolf girl. Also love a fear demon.

The Max death was UNNECESSARY and UNCALLED FOR he was a BABY BOY. what did he ever do to deserve this. He died HOLDING JACE’S SOLDIER. devastating. Awful.

The mark of Kane for Simon was real as shit im obsessed with that.

The Angel reviving Jace was literally so funny silly goofy. He went “god. What the fuck. At least give this kid a chance at being normal” and thats so funny.

I want to study Jace like a bug. Hes so babygirl.

(I’ll reblog with updates as I read the last half of the series 🙏 it’s taking longer bc ~ school ~)

However!

My best mate & I watched the first season of the show & the City of Bones movie and;

Okay we only watched the first like. 45 minutes of City of Bones because we wanted to watch something genuinely bad and it was doing too well. Obsessed with the cast on that, though. We didnt even get to Magnus or Alec because every casting on the movie was good until Isabelle and it was so bad I made my mate turn it off because I Could Not.

I’m on episode ten of season one of Shadowhunters and its not good but it is fun so I’m thriving. Like this show is bad but also its a fun time so we’re thriving.

#lark says #the mortal instruments #cassandra clare #jace has the personality of a wet dog #but also he and simon should kiss #magnus could literally massacre a city and i’d defend him for it #i adore him hes perfect #and if i eat this words in the last two books.#thats my hubris #every clary casting is too skinny for me.#give me mid sized Clary or give me death #clary could be trans with enough mental gymnastics #and jace honestly #thats a they/them.

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mouthsfullofsharpteeth · 1 year ago

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I am here to add onto your mh animal headcannons because I love that kinda stuff. I think they are all pretty spot on, but consider this:

I really like your hawk idea for Brian but I have always seen him as a Coyote. Kind of a scraggly animal but they are known tricksters in media almost like a fox but more gruff and wild. He also just has dog energy. Like bro was probably a golden retriever kinda man before shit went down. Him as a cackling Coyote just mmmm. Makes sense.

Tim is hard, but i always stray away from bears for him. It just doesn't fit to me or make sense. He would be either a Black Wolf, a Wild Boar, or something along the lines of a Badger. Black Wolf because he is predatory and mysterious and all that jazz. Also if he was a Wolf it would make the main totheark guys a nice pack of dogs to tie it together. Boar or Badger because of his aggressiveness and his tackle everything mindset as Masky and his leave me alone demeanor. I could go on and on but I won't.

Jay is so much a little slinky rodent but also a blue Jay because uhh. Jay. BLUE JAY. GET IT AHAHAH. But like legitimately because it just fits him. Especially the curiosity they have. Also since blue Jays are in the corvid family it makes sense since those birds usually are known to follow wolves.

Alex as a buck is great. Love it. Same with Amy.

Mouse Jessica is on par with Mousely. We love it.

Sarah I can also see as a rabbit but honestly owl is great.

Seth as a white wolf is great but for him I imagine a smaller dog such as a fox. If we are to all agree on the seth is the third totheark member then its fitting because He's very intelligent and misleading and also a trickster. Also foxes are in many legends and stories so it just adds to the mystery.

And buh buh buh buh

New animal headcannon

The Operator!

This one is not at all well thought out in my head and I really want to see what other people think for it.

My first thought is a bald eagle just because they are bid symbols and because of the white face. But something along the lines of a vulture could make sense as well. Or even a big ass snake. Idk. Some sort of large predator that seems like the rest but is just wrong. Trying to think of animals that are tall and blend in with the woods. Deer come to mind cause the antlers look like branches but we already have two deer. Maybe an elk? Too bulky tho. And then the obvious answer. A swarm of white hornets. That would be a cool way to tie in the name. Idk. Help me out here.

If you read this then kudos to you. Thank you for listening to my ramblings. Enjoy. :)

OHHHH YES i love these. now that you mention it, coyote brian is such a good idea, i do really like that. I also like your idea of totheark being a little dog trio lolol, tho idk i just love tim being a bear so much i cant help it. big and fluffy, looks so cute and huggable. but could kill and maim. And jay as a blue jay is also one i considered lolol. but omggg i love your idea for the operator being a vulture, but i also get what you mean about something that just doesnt fit with the others. hmmm. I know @mersei47 had the idea of the operator being a hunter which is FUN and i do love, but if we're making them all animals.... hm. i also considered a moose or an elk because i really like the antler imagery. maybe a moose? or vulture? unsure...

but yes, i definitely enjoyed!!! loved reading this

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𝟝 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 (𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟙 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞)

!!Old Blog Repost!!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Aether, Dom!GN!Reader, Special Guests: Venti, Jean,

Cw: Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, vampire!reader, ass eating(character), jealous Aether, possessiveness (from both sides at some point), very unhealthy behavior, self-injuries (you need blood to coax a sexy vampire into drinking from you after all), Objectification (not stated directly, Aether is basically a glorified blood bag), dumbification(character), biting kink (reader –> Aether), bleeding is used as foreplay, aphrodisiac usage (because vampire saliva), this has a lot of exposition before we get to the dirty I'm so sorry I am a sucker for sexual tension.

Post type: 5+1 format

Word Count: 5.7k

Mumbles: Daydreaming about drinking a cute boy's blood rn so I'm sorry Aether, you're my canvas for today. Came up with vampire etiquette after daydreaming in the middle of a car ride and it has been engraved in my mind ever since. Can you tell when I get hornier or was it not obvious enough?

Step 1–Offer them animals to drink from (while trying to outdo your competition)

Aether was strolling down the streets of Mondstadt, a dead boar being dragged around as he kept trying to find you. The sight was a little weird, the Honorary Knight carrying around a dead boar while looking everywhere for something. That 'something' was you, a vampire Aether had befriended while traveling Teyvat. You had disclosed to Aether how you were a vampire and how troubling it was looking for food. Most of the available food usually fought back and you had not eaten for a while, your strength wasn't what it used to be. You could still put up a fight, but you didn't have the stamina to chase after an animal that could still fight. You could drink human blood, but (as you explained to Aether), human blood was a luxury that vampires couldn't have repeatedly. Aether wanted you to expand on the topic, but all he got as an explanation before you drifted off to your version of sleep was something about the effects of human blood on a vampire and how strained the human-vampire relationship was because of this.

He found you talking to Venti, a sense of urgency pushing him to you even quicker than before. You were always friendly with Venti, maybe a bit too friendly. According to Aether, at least. Venti was one of the first people you told about being a vampire and, from that day on, he would always hunt down animals for you to drink from. You only came to him when you needed though, if he hunted down animals too frequently when you were around, people might suspect something. Still, this did little to lower Aether's growing jealousy. Why did it have to be the bard all the time? He was more than capable of hunting stuff down for you as well! He would even go as far as offering you his own blood, but you always went to Venti for food. It was not fair!

His grip on the boar tightened a bit, his eyes narrowing at the bard as he approached. He saw Venti getting closer to you, dangerously close. At this distance, you could probably smell his blood as clear as day. Venti was clearly tempting you, there was no other reason for him to be so close to you. Aether had to do something quickly, or your hunger would get the best of you. There's no way you would want to drink that drunkard's blood when his blood would taste so much better!

He called out your name, trying to mask the intense jealousy he was feeling at the moment. He felt himself falter when he had your gaze on him, you always made him feel so tiny compared to you. Your gaze by nature was predatory, but your gaze right now as you were eyeing the bleeding boar was even more animalistic. You were clearly starving, if the way you licked your lips and the way your eyes didn't leave the boar were any indicators. Venti also eyed the boar, impressed at how shamelessly the traveler was dragging it around Mondstadt.

–H-hey [Name]! I was out hunting and I remembered how you said you needed more food so I got this boar for you! It should last you a few weeks.

You were salivating as you thanked him and grabbed the boar out of his hands. Luckily for you, the area you were in was now deserted–probably because of the stench of dead boar surrounding the area–so you could safely drink from it. You drained the animal of all the blood it had to give, tearing it apart like a ragdoll. Venti stood there beside you, laughing at how hungry you were and remarking that he'd have to hunt something bigger for you next time. Aether butted in, suggesting that you could accompany him in his travels since you were more likely to find bigger prey scattered across Teyvat. Venti wanted to refuse, he was doing this because he was your friend and neither you nor him were inconvenienced by it so Aether didn't have to take on the extra work, but the way Aether was staring at him made him a bit uneasy. He felt it was better to not intervene, something told him it was better for his health if he didn't.

Once you had finished your meal and disposed of the remaining corpse, you answered Aether's proposal with an affirmation. You explained how you were leaving Mondstadt for a while because you felt that the people were suspicious of your mortal status. You were just discussing it with Venti, actually, and both of you agreed that it was best you left while the suspicions died down. Aether listened along, trying to contain his excitement at the idea that you would spend more time with him. This meant more opportunities for him to get close to you, more opportunities for you to drink his blood. There he went again, fantasizing of you using him as you personal blood bank. If he weren't in front of people he would be salivating at the thought.

Bidding goodbye to Venti, you made your way to your place of residence with Aether by your side. You chatted along the way, thanking him again for such a delicious meal. Aether swore you were eyeing him down as you said that, maybe you were referring to him instead of the boar. Oh dear, you must be able to smell his lust by now. Arriving at your house, you let Aether sleep there with you. It was getting late and it would be so rude to send him back to where he was settled after he had treated you to such a meal.

Settling down on your couch, Aether got comfortable as you bid him goodnight and went to your room. Vampires had a different definition of sleep, so the accommodations you prepared for Aether and Aether alone made his heart burst. You were going the extra mile just to make him comfortable, even if you could just drink his blood and kill him right here. He must be so special to you, it made him delirious just thinking about it.

The weight of hunting and carrying the bull was getting to him, his muscles feeling heavier by the second. Closing his eyes, it wasn't long before he drifted off.

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Step 2–Make sure to look as appetizing as possible (bonus points if you emphasize the neck or thighs)

–A-ah~D-drink as m-much as you'd like, I'm–ngh~ a-all yours!

Aether felt the grip you had on his waist, pulling him closer to you. You were currently drinking from his neck, drinking like you had been starved for weeks. You stopped for a bit to let him rest, kissing the are you had just bit and licking away any of the excess blood that was dripping from the bite marks. You asked if he was okay, tracing your fingers over the wound gently while focusing your eyes on him.

He assured you he was, he was more than okay in fact. Still drunk on that last bite, he positioned his hand behind your head and was pushing towards his neck. The indications were clear, but you stopped him before he could continue.

–If you'd allow me, there's another place I'd like to drink from

His face flushed with all the possibilities he thought of. He had to answer quickly though, you were getting hungry again and would soon just default to ravaging him. He responded to you with a "go ahead", hands returning to their original place on his lap as he awaited your next moves. The look in your eyes was more predatory than ever, clearly betraying your intentions as you firmly grabbed his thighs and spread them apart. Aether was incredibly flustered now, hiding his face in his hands as he processed the situation.

You began kissing around his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, feeling around for something. The smell of Aether's blood at the moment was intoxicating and he could feel it. When you had finally found the spot, you began mouthing at it and leaving a lot of open mouth kisses. Slowly, you licked the place and kissed it tenderly one more time. You gave him a warning to stay still and opened your mouth, fangs nicely decorated by your salivas as you lowered them onto Aether's thigh. You were closing in on his thigh, fangs dangerously close to penetrating the skin when…

–Aether!

Aether woke up with a bang, heart almost jumping out of his chest as he tried to regain his senses. Once he finally caught on to his surroundings, he wished the earth would swallow him whole. Did he seriously have a wet dream about you, when you were a couple rooms away? Speaking of you, did you sense it? Could you sense it? Aether prayed you couldn't as he got up and quickly changed his clothes, thankful for the extra pieces of clothing he had mistakenly left in his inventory.

–Aether, are you there?

Curse your calling for him, why did it had to interrupt his precious wet dreams? Trying to look like a man who did not just have a wet dream about the person giving him housing, Aether made his way over to where your voice was coming from. You were carefully setting down a plate of delicious looking food on your table, making sure to also place down a drink. You didn't get much practice cooking human foods, but the aroma and presentation of the breakfast you set down on the table were testaments to your determination, patience, and hard-work. If he weren't pre-occupied with trying to compose his post-wet dream self, he would be absolutely love struck.

–Good morning! Um, what's all this for?

–It's been quite a while since I've had a human guest over, so I tried my best to accommodate to your needs as much as possible. I'm not the best with cooking human food, but I have picked up a thing or two from my visits to the lands of Teyvat. It might not be the best but it should still be edible.

His rationality was telling him to thank you for your thoughtfulness, but his more emotive side was already punching your chest in flustered confusion. How it is possible for someone to be this…effortlessly attractive?! Where all vampires like this? Furthermore, what were your intentions behind all this? Surely, a friend doesn't go out of their way to fit their other friend into their life to the best of their ability after just one night. Or did they? Aether wouldn't know, he considered many people his friends and he was always doing favors for them so he had no room to judge.

Thanking you for the meal (after some inner lovesick screaming), Aether sat down at the chair that was pulled out for him as he began to eat what you had cooked. For someone without much experience with cooking, as you put it, your cooking tasted better than expected. It wasn't exactly restaurant worthy or anything; more so the type of cooking you expect from a memory or a feeling. In a way, Aether rationalized, the type of cooking that could evoke a feeling or symbolize a memory was streets ahead to the type of cooking that was merely enjoyed for its taste.

He wondered if vampires also had this food reaction binary. Surely, there must be different expectations for the type of food vampires ate. Maybe something like blood quality or quantity influenced the way vampires linked those aspects to certain desirable or undesirable qualities. Were there sought after types of blood, like a certain blood type that was more sought after than the rest? Did certain presentations appeal to vampires; maybe some favored obvious displays of submission or maybe some liked a more push-and-pull dynamic. That last thought got him revisiting his dream. With as much dignity as he could muster, he swallowed the bite he was chewing on and asked you the random (not really) question.

–Hey [Name], is there any sort of…what's the word…desired presentation in the things you drink from that make it more…appetizing? I guess?

You stayed pensive for a few moments, making Aether freeze and examine the situation. You didn't look weirded out or uncomfortable by the question, but your silence still made him uneasy. He hoped he hadn't overstepped any boundaries by asking that question. He didn't know the point in which discussing being a vampire became acceptable, but he already went over that bridge so the only option left was to burn it. After some time in deep thought, you decided you reached your conclusions and proposed a sort-of answer.

–Depends on the source of the blood and if etiquette applies to that source.

Etiquette? Vampires had that? Was it like with humans and all the different fork types, or was it like how people say it’s good etiquette to eat with their mouths closed? Either way, Aether was intrigued .

–What is this “vampire etiquette” you speak of? From my general knowledge about vampires, there doesn’t seem to be much manners or class involved when they eat.

You were quick to correct him, a tad bit offended by his–in your words–offensively stereotypical remark. Vampire etiquette, as you explained, was a sort of code that vampires followed when feasting. Yes, it was always at play ever since the agreement between vampires and humans was formed. It dictated things such as who one was allowed to feast upon and what the nature of that feasting meant.

The hierarchy of feasts, as you lovingly dubbed it, was at the centerpiece of vampire etiquette. Common feasting material such as animals didn’t fall under the agreement, hence why vampires could feast as gruesomely and violently as they wanted to from them. Humans, however, were protected under the agreement. Most humans are untouchable to a vampire, unless there is a close enough bond based on mutual respect and trust. No fear mongering or threatening a human into giving themselves up for feeding.

Once the bond was obtained, there were certain places that were off limits. If the pair were simply trusted acquaintances, you would usually drink from their wrists; if the pair were close friends, you would drink from their forearms; if the pair were lovers, you would drink from their neck. The stomach was off limits because of its delicate nature and drinking from below the waist held a different, more intimate meaning for vampires.

This last part urged Aether to make one final question. If your answer was what he expected, then his dream would hold so much more significance than he thought.

–And what exactly does drinking from below the waist mean for vampires?

–Especially if it’s the thighs, drinking from below a human’s waist is our way of claiming a human as ours. Whether it’s for sexual purposes or for feeding purposes–although those go hand in hand sometimes–it’s a final act of possession done with care. Once the mark is there, no other vampire can touch said human. It’s a beautiful display of trust and intimacy, if a tad bit possessive. Once a human is bitten, their senses are heightened and the effects that feeding normally has are amplified to the point of madness; generating an almost insatiable craving from both parties. I rambled off topic, haha, sorry to bore you with silly vampire things.

Your apologies went unheard, Aether’s mind going blank as you mentioned the last bits.

You were claiming him, claiming him to be yours to own in every sense of the word and he was more than happy to oblige.

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Step 3–Entice them (bonus points if you play with fate a little)

–To be honest, I’ve always wanted to try Jean’s blood.

That was not the answer Aether was looking for. Yeah, Jean was thoughtful and sweet and–from certain, very specific angles–she was pretty. But Aether was all that too! He was so much more than the acting grandmaster, he could be so much more useful to you than her! She didn’t even have time for you; Aether was over here following your every whim and even “accidentally” cutting himself in front of you! He was practically giving himself over to you and you still wanted to try that damm anemo user’s blood!

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you continued.

–She just looks like she would taste delicious, like a good cup of coffee and maybe some French toast. Speaking of, your scent is also a very appetizing one Aether. I must admit, seeing you bleeding near me so often is intoxicating sometimes. Please take better care of yourself, especially with how much fighting you do. You might alert other vampires, and I just can’t have that happening.

Aether didn’t know if he was going red with anger or happiness. So his attempts were working! Heck, you just claimed possession of him just a few sentences ago! Yet why were you rambling on about Venti’s sweet taste of dandelion wine and Jean’s comforting scent of a fresh cup of coffee? You were supposed to only be describing him in those words, only be thinking of his blood and how precious he is to you. You should only be allowed to ravage him and him only, claiming him as yours until he has no more left to give.

Aether dared to ask questions and you dared to give answers, describing an arbitrary blood type as if describing your last meal on this earth. No matter how specific your tastes got, Aether was sure he could manage. After being around you so long, he knew the determining factors in blood taste. All he had to do was present a certain way and make you familiar with his taste.

A few days later, after sharing one last meal with some friends in Mondstadt, you failed to notice the drops of blood mixed in to the tea you were drinking at the restaurant. A week later, after traveling through a vampire infested area, you failed to notice how your arm was wrapped tightly around his waist and how your teeth were bared at any vampire eyeing Aether. A month later, you failed to notice the lack of gifts from a certain anemo archon and the dwindling food supply that you swore you had restocked. An indefinite amount of time later, you noticed how you were getting more and more hungry, and how Aether was getting more and more appetizing.

A few days later, Aether noticed how eagerly you drank that cup of tea and how you commented on the wonderful taste. A week later, Aether noticed how you closed around him like a predator and how your actions became possessive by the passing days. A month later, Aether noticed how you eyed him while making some remark about the lack of food. An indefinite amount of time later, Aether feigned ignorance at the fact that you were loosing grip on your humanity and that he was the only semblance of hope you had left.

Scaring that bard was worth it, the constant cuts on his skin were worth it, the way your grip bruised his skin when you got hungry was worth it, the way his dreams grew more and more realistic was worth it; everything was worth it for this day to finally come. Just one more “failed expedition” and he would finally be at your mercy.

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Step 4–Show off your blood in-front of them (bonus points if you do it while they're starving)

–A-Ah~ Help me, there’s so much b-blood and I c-can’t–ugh–fight like this…

Your mind wanted to say that it didn’t mean to sound like an invitation. Your mind wanted to yell at you to get out there and save a friend. Your mind was also lost in a haze of hunger and thinly veiled lust, so the screaming at the back of your head remained distant.

You quickly located his voice, running to where he was. Cuts and scratches littered his skin, red and hot as tears cascaded down his face. He looked so defenseless, bloodied up and lying like wounded prey. Those cuts on his neck were taunting you, perhaps some light licking wouldn’t be too bad…

You resisted the urge to slap yourself for that. Help him first, then you can talk about a possible feeding arrangement. You got closer to him, lifting him up and carrying him back to camp. With what materials there were, you bandaged up his wounds and made sure dispose of any blood that would taunt you. You gave yourself props for staying sane this kind despite the hunger hurried deep in your stomach.

Aether was so vulnerable, defenseless. If you were to drink from his blood, he surely wouldn’t notice given his weakened state. He would be powerless to stop you if you were to have your way with him. He was in a daze, staring up at you with hopeful yet glazed eyes as he thanked your for saving him. He managed to straighten himself up, neck dangerously close to your mouth. His wounds were still open, letting the smell of blood fill your senses.

Your mind was very hazy, thoughts stringing together as all rationale faded to the back of your mind. The overwhelming urge to devour took control of all your senses. Aether looked at you, feigning worry as your head pounded.

–Is there something-ngh-wrong? You don’t look to good.

His words were mushed together in your mind, his body dangerously close to yours. You just hope he would forgive you for what you’re about to do.

–What are you—Ha-hah~

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Step 5–Enjoy the hungry vampire drinking from your neck

So fulfilling, so delicious, so submissive. His blood tasted sinful, a perfect mixture of sweet and savory that had you itching at your very core. He was handcrafted to fit you, his skin was crafted to be pierced by you. He was a gift from Celestia itself, and finally, he was in your reach.

His wanton moans filled your ears, sinful sounds that spurred you on to drink just a little more. He arched perfectly into you, giving you deeper access to his neck. You greedily took more than enough blood, hungrily sucking away at the crimson droplets that escaped his wounds. Unbeknownst to you, Aether was smiling maniacally in triumph.

He finally got what he wanted! You skipped over all his other places, you were directly biting his neck! All he had to do know was get you to bite his thighs and he’d be officially claimed as yours. He could overlook the dizziness and blood loss for a while. Also damm, he was getting hornier by the minute. Vampire saliva was really something to experience holy shit.

You pulled away from his neck, instead claiming his lips. The drops of blood left on your lips intertwined with his own saliva, making for the perfect presentation of submission. You pulled away, watching as he stuck out his tongue to try and chase you back into the kiss. His eyes were glazed over and half lidded. He pleaded for you to kiss him again. Well, he did let you drink from him…a treat wouldn’t do him wrong.

You kissed him again, hungrier this time. Your tongues intertwined first, followed by a sloppy kiss and then another. Your teeth grazed over his tongue, cutting it slightly. You could feel the blood ooze out of the wound, as well as Aether’s whimpers at the slight pain. You dragged your own tongue over the wound, savoring the taste of his blood and saliva intertwining into one.

–Fuck…Oh Aether, you’re heavenly~

You breathed it against his lips as your hunger kept winning your inner battle. Having your saliva directly in his mouth was intoxicating; the saliva coating his wound as the aphrodisiacs got injected into his bloodstream. Soon enough, he found his mind only thinking of you. His skin ached, the blood under it almost fighting to get out. He whined as you pulled away again, your hunger subsiding while his desperation grew. The aphrodisiacs from your saliva were flowing freely in his bloodstream, mind but a muddled mess of only you.

You perhaps forgot to mention the extend of how possessive vampires can be, especially around blood so good as Aether’s. Perhaps it was the hunger and how deprived you were, perhaps it was how delicious Aether looked, perhaps it was a combination of both. Whatever the case, you knew you couldn’t let him go wonder about; no, he had to belong to you.

Aether was pulled onto your lap, a deep bite decorating his neck while drool cascaded down his lips. His eyes were unfocused, glazed with what you assumed to be lust. He was searching for you again, leaning into you whenever he could. It was clear you had drank a lot, if the swaying of his body and the shiver of his limbs were any indication. He was high off of the sensations and clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

You gently pushed him off you and laid him down, examining his wound as you gently grazed your fingers over it. Your eyes scanned over his body for any more wounds you might’ve missed in your hungry state. After making sure there weren’t any infections, you tried persuading him to sleep and regain his energy. This way, he could hopefully loose that strong scent of his quicker so only you would be able to smell it.

There was only one problem, he was still affected by the aphrodisiacs. He kept blubbering nonsense about a plan and how he finally got you to drink his blood. Some other things about starving you slipped past his lips, as well as some moaned pleads and promises.

–Haah~ F-finally! Please, make me yours! A-Ah fuck! Own me~ I-I promise I’ll be the best meal you’ve ever had! Ngh~

His pants and moans were turning you on more than you’d like to admit. However, that wasn’t the important part. The important part was how Aether had confessed to wanting you and all the horrible things he did to get to this point. You should be mad, fuming even, but your hunger kept getting the better of you. What a sweet little thing, willing to do so much for you. You were sure you could repay the favor tenfold. You had made up your mind; from here on out, he was only allowed to think of you

–It’s all finally making sense…no wonder you always smell of lust.

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Step 6–Get horny and desperate as you’re claimed by the vampire (good job you’ve done it)

Aether was sobbing from his place in your lap. This felt so much like that dream he had a while back, only this time you were so much hungrier. You were drinking from his neck, dead set on draining the blood out of him it seemed. He was long gone by the time you let go of his neck, the aphrodisiacs taking over his mind once more. Poor thing, dumbed down to sit pretty and take what you give him.

You dove back into his neck, hungrier than before as he slowly got dizzier and dizzier. As soon as you felt this, you pulled back, feigning worry as you fretted over him. You asked him if you had bit him too hard, if he needed rest, but he was too blissed out to say anything. You bit back a smirk, a thoughtful look in your eyes as you calmly proposed something to Aether.

–Oh you poor thing, you must be exhausted after all I took from you. Hmm, what about this; how would you like a reward for your obedience?

He sure was attentive enough to catch on to your words, head snapping to meet your eyes. There was expectation in his eyes, almost taunting you to take him. It was like you flipped a switch since that day, the feedings were getting more regular and he was always covered in bite marks. A reward, it would do him good. A few days rest or a 5 course meal would do him wonders.

After a minute or two of silence, he nodded his head, waiting for his reward. What he didn’t expect was for you to carry him off and disappear in the blink of an eye. He was suddenly in some dark room, located who knows where. He was gently placed down on a soft bed, giving him some time to look around. The windows were tinted and, by the looks of it, the place was really high up. There was no discernible landmarks that would indicate location.

Panic began setting in little by little, but it was soon driven away as you gently stricken his face and ordered him to lay down. He listened, back hitting the soft mattress lightly as you kneeled by the edge of the bed. Grabbing his thighs, you pulled him towards you, his ass slightly hanging off the bed. You unbuckled his pants and pulled them off him, tossing them so where in the room. Next, you took of his boxers and threw them somewhere as well.

You were left with the perfect view of his thighs, ass, and dick. Kissing your way up his legs, you stopped by the inner thighs and payed very close attention to them. A flurry of open mouthed kisses were left on his thighs, with just enough pressure that he could feel the edge of your fangs.

This was just like his dream, ten times better in fact! Now you would bite into his thighs and claim his properly as yours, all he had to do was wait a bit longer and-

Aether let out a long whine when your lips left his thighs, kissing the tip of his dick before settling on kissing the rim of his ass. He inhaled sharply at that, peeking down at you and asking you what you were doing.

–Aw, are you so fucking out of it you can’t register your reward? I’m going to make you cum in my tongue as many times as you want to, dear. Aren’t I so kind?

Aether moaned loudly at that. He hadn’t even thought about sex until you brought it up, so he couldn’t let go of this opportunity. Caging your head with his legs, he eagerly pulled you closer to his ass, waiting for you to make the next move.

Chuckling slightly, you kept kissing his rim. It escalated into open mouthed kisses until you were forcing your tongue into him. You felt Aether grab onto your hair, legs squeezing your head as he whined and moaned. You began moving around, making sure to feel his walls very well. It wasn’t long before Aether was a moaning mess, to dumbed out to focus on anything other than your tongue in him.

–Ah~ M-more, please more!

You couldn’t deny a voice so sinful. You began thrusting in and out of him, fangs occasionally scratching his ass while your tongue continued to carve its way into him. After a while, it touched a particularly sensitive spot that had Aether basically howling as he came, hard. Your movements slowed to a stop, slowly pulling out before kissing the rim and diving back in again. Not caring for the overstimulation, Aether continued to beg for more of your tongue in him, having organs after orgasm after orgasm until he had nothing left to give.

When the grip on you hair loosened and his thighs felt numb beside your head, you pulled out. He was a proper mess, tears and drool all over his face while cum coated his stomach and dick. You cleaned him up and tenderly caressed his face, watching in adoration as he leaned into your touch.

He was feeling very tired, his bones turning into mush as he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep…only to be jolted awake when he felt a sharp sting on his thighs. He looked down and, sure enough, you were biting down on his thighs. Your grip on is thighs as you licked and bit at them was deadly, not letting go until his legs were shaking. He could feel himself getting hard again, aroused at the idea that you were finally claiming him.

As if reading his mind, you laughed and licked down his thigh, getting closer to his dick and lightly blowing on it. Amused at the reaction he gave, you continued licking down both of his thighs and puffing air at his dick. You were nothing short of addicted to his taste, and you’d make sure all of Teyvat knew.

You looked back at your slut, tongue lolled out of his lips as he thanked you over and over again. How shameless, drooling over being claimed. In return, you sucked harder, making a beautiful arrangement of bites and hickeys all over his thighs.

–Oh you dumb little thing, only being able to think of how good I pleasure you. I’m sure you would like getting drained by me all the time if you could. Would you like that; belonging to me until all of your blood runs out? Of course, I will never let it run out, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of eternity.

You emphasized your statement with a particularly harsh suck, watching as the boy in front of you moaned louder and louder until you were sure he would damage his voice. His senses were so much more alert than ever, every one of them being filled with you. Your insatiable hunger as you kissed up and down his thighs was driving him insane. He could surely get used to being treated like this, drained half to death only to be resuscitated and begin the process again.

With a final shout, he came as you detached from his thighs, his vision fading as splotches of black took over. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was a tender kiss to his forehead before feebly looking down at his thighs, covered in bites and bruises from you precious assault on them.

If this is how he would die, he could die a happy man.

#☁️w1ld3st-dr3eams #☁️dream world–>(genshin impact)#☁️dream sequence–>(one shot)#☁️muse–>(aether)#☁️presentation–>(gender neutral)#dom reader #sub character #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub aether

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bitchfitch · 3 years ago

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Im interested in hearing about your mushroom OC, like.. infodump on me please. But also Lordakai and .. Toi'huya? That's probably wrong im sorry dbdgsudk but their hatchling? As a cute drawing suggestion

Mushroom Mushroom Mushroom Mushroom Mushroom Man Time

This is a still unfinished drawing of Everard, he, the mushroom man. Ish. for lack of a better way to describe it, this handsome gent is a finger puppet Everard uses when he wants to play at being a person. because this:

is what Everard actually is. Ish. it's part of him. because it is to him what these stringy white root looking bits are to a normal mushroom.

Everard is a single Massive mushroom, as in his mycelium has infected every plant, stone, and scrap of soil in about a ten mile radius around a central heart. With these thicker, white vine like bits of mycelium being a bunch of strands twisted together so that he can use them to do things like move heavy pots or make a nice swing for his husband.

But before the days of Everard, he was called something else entirely.

Decay.

This fucker is the actual, literal, fallen god of decay. who spent eons sleeping in the center of this forest and acting as a half dead relay between the material and celestial planes, and allowing magic to be easily utilized by the people on the island he landed on. And for a long ass time, no one knew he was there. Sure there was one patch of forest that seemed immune to winter, and actively hostile towards attempts to build within it, and maybe it felt a little holier than the surrounding land, but there was no actual Sign of there Being something there. Because at this stage, Decay was just a fine mesh of mycelium tucked just out of sight and dreaming away beneath the roots of trees.

and then an arsonist who Really hated her boss decided to wake him up so she could beat her boss to the chance to use the actual literal god of decay as a weapon of war. And through some hashtag shenanigans that involved two dragons, a necromancer, and a gang, she fuckin Did it, and installed the newly awoken god of decay as the newly named Boar King. and proceeded to take over the whole island with his aid.

and While Decay liked being The Boar well enough, he liked the person shape the armor gave him and he liked being treated kind of like a person, it just made him want for more. Especially after he started learning to read and, after hearing the desires of everyone who came before him, or the stories one of the dragons would tell about his escapades and the wonders and beauties of their island home. He wanted to see it all, but he was bound by his heart, and unable to extend himself further than his mycelium reached. He was king of a country he knew nothing about.

which to be fair, that was an empty title, his job was to be scary and look tough and hard to kill while Mel, the arsonist, did the actual rulling.

but still, he knew there was a tiny tavern just barely within his reach, and he could feel it, and hear within it. but he wanted to go sit at one of the tables, and have a drink, and maybe even dance with someone like the dragon always said was fun to do,

So he went to the necromancer and begged him to help him figure out how to make and puppet a more person like body, one that could walk amongst the public without too many sideways looks. And after a lot of time the necromancer delivered... that. Which was good enough for the Boar King! he went to the tavern, having to go through the back door because the front was out of his range, and was almost immediately overwhelmed the fact there were People here (like 5 max, he was in a town called Dead End, it wasn't exactly a bustling community) that he had never met and had no idea how to talk to like a normal person.

He fretted about embarrassing himself or outing himself- but the bartender didn't give a shit, and treated him like every other nervous socially awkward fucker who had come through the doors.

and Eventually Decay got comfortable, over the course of a few visits he figured out the social mores and fell in love with the quiet humanity of the place. He'd end up making a habit of visiting every night he could, often puppeting both the half elf and the suit of armor that was the king of this country at the same time. he started bringing a book with him to the tavern at one point, loving the atmosphere for reading the many Many ecology books published about his forest from the time he was still asleep, and loving the way the author described all the oddities of what was both him and his home.

This routine stayed the same right up until a bard with sharp golden eyes and a song that made the temperature in the room drop by at least 10 degrees came sashaying into his life. The bard was bright and smiling in such a gloomy place, playing his fiddle and getting the normally somber crowd to dance with him.

(Decay didn't know what a crowd under a magical charm looked like yet... or that he should have been watching the way the bards hands kept disappearing into pockets and snagging rings and bracelets while he danced with his marks,)

Eventually his attention turned on decay in the very back, and at his insisting, Decay danced for the first time, the bard laughing and showing him the steps, until it was the bard pulling him into a booth with a blithe smile Decay would eventually learn hid the bards intense examination and quiet calculating.

Eventually the bard asked his name- and well, decay didn't have one- but he couldn't just Say that, he couldn't say he was decay or the Boar King either, and there was a Very pretty man asking him- he panicked, and said the name of the author of those books he loved so much.

Everard.

(he later realized his wallet had been stolen, and years into their marriage, he still hasn't gotten it back)

#that got long #and also no worries about getting Toi'uhla's name wrong #i genuinely dont care that much about how mu nonsense words are spelled dbdndndjd #im too head hurty to draw rn so u just get ramble

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jq37 · 4 years ago

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The Case File – Mice and Murder Ep 1

The Case of the The Pernicious Party

Hello, hello, hello! It’s been a hot second but your resident D20 recapper is back to tackle the newest season: Mice and Murder! Y’all had to know I wasn’t gonna sit out the murder mystery, are you kidding me???

I might be playing around with the format a bit in the coming weeks to make sure I have the best possible system for keeping track of possible clues, suspects, and theories as we untangle whatever web Brennan weaves for us this season so don’t be surprised if things change a little.

Anyway, without further ado, onto our mystery!

Summary

In case you missed it, this season takes place in an alternate, Zootopia/Wind in the Willows-esque universe where all the characters are animals but history seems to have happened in more or less the same way--for example there was still a King Charles but he was a King Charles Spaniel (cute Brennan). Our story specifically takes place in the English village of Tufting Meadows.

We start with Katie’s character--Gangie Green (Weasel/Thief Rogue) in the graveyard of the Anglican Chapel (Our Lady of Prayerful Paws). Gangie, we learn, is an orphan who was kicked out of the orphanage at some point for thievery. Obviously, he’s not reformed of the habit because he is here to do some graverobbing. On a nat 20 (that Katie hilariously doesn’t notice even though her total is like a 29) Gangie can see through the window of the rectory that there is a weeping window inside--Catherine McCabbage who is being (dubiously) tended to by Raph’s character, Vicar Ian Prescott (Owl/Bard, College of Eloquence).

Ian comes from a line of men of the cloth but he’s not exactly the best speaker despite his subclass. He’s doing his best though! The widow’s husband (Conor McCabbage) died at the local mill in what has been declared an accident but she suspects foul play. She’s been hearing his voice on the wind and wants Ian’s professional opinion on whether this could be a sign from God or if her husband might be speaking to her from beyond the grave or something like that. Ian gives a very muddled and not very comforting answer but seems pretty sure that something sketchy did in fact happen. Then, he sees a crack of lightning outside which illuminates the graveyard where he gets a glimpse of Gangie.

He goes to check it out (and Gangie fully has an elderly goat he’s dug up slung over his shoulder) but “gravedigger” is his legit job so Ian decides to assume whatever’s going on is legit and not ask too many questions. He goes back to the widow (who, before she leaves, says that maybe sometimes people need to work on God’s behalf) while Gangie takes the body Loam Hall (a massive manor, built into a hill).

We cut to the next day and our next two characters!

At 22B Hamsted Street in a pretty well appointed home are Ally and Grant’s characters. First up, we have Lars Vandenchomp (Huge ass Doberman/Battlemaster Fighter) who is so tough looking but also so Swedish sounding--it’s A Lot (so, incredibly on brand for Ally). Lars is security for Grant’s character Sylvester Cross (Fox/Inquisitive Rogue) who is a kinda (to use Grant’s word) “foppish” Sherlock Holmes type. He was hired by Squire William Thornwall Brockhollow to figure out what happened with Conor McCabbage (and clear him of negligence in running the mill) but he couldn’t find any evidence of any funny business, making this the only case he’s never cracked. He’s not as young or popular as he once was so this is, understandably, bumming him out. He’s even more bummed out when he realizes that William has invited him to his 60th birthday party that’s happening that night (as kind of a prop to show that he did his part in trying to solve the mystery) and Lars has already RSVP’d yes. He grudgingly agrees to go as it’s one of those asks that’s really more of a veiled demand but decides to pull the money he was paid from the bank first so he can return it and really stick it to the guy.

Finally, we cut to our last set of PCs who are on their way to Tufting Meadows via a very luxurious train. Inside are Sam and Rekha’s characters! Sam is Buckster $ Boyd (Peccary which is like a small boar/Mastermind Rouge) a Texan Oil Tycoon who acts exactly how you’d expect a Texan Oil Pig to act. Yes, you pronounce the dollar sign as “dollar sign” (even though as we find out later his middle name is Cassius so it’s like Cash which I think is super cool). With him is Rekha’s character, Daisy D'umpstaire (Raccoon/Assassin (???) Rogue another American (from South Carolina) though it seems she’s My Fair Lady’d herself into an upper class socialite (her last name was previously Dumpster). They’re traveling with their accountant, an Armadillo named Armond who seems kinda skittish and concerned about their travel expenses but Buck tells him that to make money you gotta spend money and they’re gonna make a *ton* of money on this trip. They’re also so so mean to him for absolutely no reason.

When the train stops, they’re greeted by Templeton Padhop (a frog, natch) who is the chauffeur of Loan Hall, sent to fetch them. A wheel on his car is broken so he joins in on the Armond abuse immediately and has Armond roll into an Armadillo ball and replace it. Poor guy. When they show up they're greeted by a footman--a pug in a bowler hat named Milo Snout.

Meanwhile, Lars and Sly (Oh, Sly fox, I see what you did there Grant) are similarly greeted by another footman--a lizard named Basil Baskins. On a 23 perception check, Lars sees that Jeremy “Jez” Brockhollow is inside (the son of William who is a badger btw) and also clocks Gangie (who they know as a career criminal who disappeared like a year ago). Gangie doesn’t notice Lars though.

Ian, who is also invited, shows up at about the same time as Sly but very quickly, the conversation is taken over by Lucretia “Lucy” Brockhollow, William’s older, eccentric sister who immediately gets into it with Lars about astrology and the occult (she thinks bad stuff is happening because of a curse let loose when Sly’s old rival--a rabbit named Fletcher Cottonbottom who is the son of his former employer--opened an Egyptian tomb). They’re thick as thieves right away because Ally is a nonsense magnet. And not like a regular magnet, one of those big electromagnets.

Daisy and Buck spot William’s kids--the aforementioned Jez and his older sister Constance--along with their husbands Dr. Corbin Magpie (Constance’s and obv a magpie and a doctor) and Osmond Sheffield (Jez’s who is a Ram and a lawyer). Daisy is too stuck in her conversation with a truly unhinged squirrel (Lady Eugenia Bristlebrush who clearly does not know she’s in a murder mystery because she just keeps talking about how much she hates and wants to kill everyone) to hear what’s going on but she indicates the conversation to Buck who is able to eavesdrop and hear that they’re lamenting that Catherine--the widow--RSVP’d no which is gonna look really bad, like they didn’t invite her (bad PR).

Buck, introducing himself as a business partner of William, eases into a conversation with the husbands which their respective spouses also join into and we learn that Buck's dad was British and a friend of Willian’s. Buck bonds with Jez (who is a bit of a dilettante) really quickly since Buck is ready to go drinks-wise immediately (and there’s a stellar pun about the “American [Drinking] Constitution''). Through the window, Buck notices Gangie outside getting his attention.

At the same time, Ian is going from party guest to party guest, giving out the penances he forgot to earlier at church (as one does). We see him talking to the Lord and Lady Bramble (a cow and hedgehog, respectively) and while she wants to pray her way out of situations without doing any legwork, he wants to buy his way out and gives Ian 250 pounds. A frustrating but financially lucrative conversation.

Buck goes outside to talk to Gangie who has a list of names of the bodies he’s been collecting. We’re not told what Buck is doing but it seems that this list is extremely valuable to him in some way. Gangie (who Buck keeps calling Gangly, to his annoyance) pays him handsomely (like, with a 50% tip) for the list (and Gangie gives him the real list, despite Brennan saying he didn’t have to). We also learn that Gangie has allegedly been getting the orders from someone in Loa Hall and they flow from William himself.

Matilda Molesly (a mole and the head maid) invites Gangie to come in from the rain--she’s the only person who’s been consistently nice to him and he agrees to come in for tea and scones.

Everyone is ushered together by the butler (because of course there’s a butler--he’s quite literally a fancy rat named Thomas Gilfoyle) and William gives a speech where he wishes Conor well and kinda highlights that he did hire Sly to solve the case in a “Hey, I did my bit don’t blame me” kind of way. He also makes a 150k pound donation to the church (and Ian thought 250 was good) and tells his daughter not to read the praise he got for it from the cardinal when she mentions it (I wonder if that was choreographed). Sly interrupts the speech to “magnanimously” give his money back, to William’s annoyance. Buck notices that Lawrence Longfoot (a nouveau rich, rabbit photographer) takes a pic of the scene but with Sly in the foreground and William in the background.

Then, a few things happen at once (in a very cinematic way):

As the camera flashes, Mrs. Molesly drops her tray, eyes hurt by the light. Lady Calliope Fawnbrooke (Deer, Matron of the Arts) helps her up.

In the moment of dark, after the flash goes away, the butler disappears.

Buck thinks he sees a shape through the window, out in the rain.

A cheer goes up for Sly for returning the money but all Sly can focus on is one figure he recognizes in the back of the room. Daisy, who is downing her drink and not cheering for him. He downs his as well, and looks at her until she breaks the stare and leaves the room.

And this episode doesn’t end with a dead body like I thought, but with a flashback to a younger Sylvester, 12 years ago when he first met Daisy.

PC INTERPERSONAL DRAMA Y’ALL!!! Get HYPED!

Case Notes

Here is a compilation of all the characters (PCs and NPCs introduced in this episode).

Sly mentions that Ignatius Cottonbottom faked his own death as a part of some scheme which seems like a backstory point that might come back later--we now know that there exists a way to convincingly fake your own death in this world.

Sly walks with a walking stick because of some “mysterious accident” but we’re jumping into a flashback next week so it looks like we might find out about it pretty soon.

Sly also mentions he used to be the personal physician to the elder Cottonbottom so those are skills he has. I wonder if that’ll be useful to this healer-less party. I wonder if cleric was even an option in this world which seems to be low to no magic. It would explain by Ian is a bad and not a cleric.

Lars has a military background which I wanted to mention in case it becomes relevant later.

And Dr. Magpie grew up poor and still acts it a bit even though he married a very rich woman. Brennan uses the very good line, “He forces his body into the shape of an apology”

This might be a really deep cut reference but did anyone else here was the old Britcom “Keeping Up Appearances”? Cause I was getting serious Bouquet/Bucket energy from Daisy.

This is an all College Humor season and it shows. The energy of 6 (7 if you count Brennan) top notch comedians sparking off of each other, trying to one up each other is off the charts. Some of the best bits this episode:

“When God closes every door but one, you go through the door that is open.” followed by “I’m an owl by the way.”

“Time is money, here’s both” from Buck re his inscribed gold pocket watch--everyone at the table loved that so much and they’re right.

Armond going from being a third to a fourth wheel.

And the names--I already shouted out a ton on the main recap but also a rat butler (like Rhett Butler) and naming the mouse Cat(therine). Can’t forget Gangie Green/gangrene from Katie. Also points to Ally for the data stealing Eel Musk which broke Brennan a little.

I know we just went through this with Crown of Candy but what are these animals eating? Like, in Zootopia there were only mammals so we can assume the carnivores are eating like birds and fish but there are sentient birds here. I know this isn’t important. I’m not trying to do a CinemaSins gotcha. I just wonder, you know?

Y’all were waiting for all the lights to go out during that speech and then come back on and there’d be a body too, right?

If Brennan makes the bad guy a chicken or a duck or something so he can make a “fowl play” joke, he is cordially invited to catch these hands.

I have been waiting for Raph and Katie to do D20 forever. Their specific brand of nonsense on Rank Room was always amazing.

I love love love that Grant and Rekha are the PCs that have ~a past~ because they are so funny together. If you haven’t seen their episode of Game Changers, you absolutely must (it’s also a murder mystery actually!).

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #mice and murder #mice and murder spoilers #the case file #points and also glares to camwritery for pointing out that grant also went for the silver fox pun #i will be fighting both of you at my earliest convenience

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juseki-taisen · 4 years ago

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How about how the 12 warriors celebrate V-Day? (Bonus challenge being Doudecuple and Navi)

Thank you for the request @gale-dragon-writer

This was a long one! I hope you guys like!

Inounoshishi

Without S/O

This wouldn’t happen, let’s be real. If it did she planned this by choice, so she’s probably busy kicking ass and taking names...and numbers

Probably prowls bars for lonely men/women/they’s ect to buy her drinks.

Never pays for any food or drink of Valentines. She’s hot af and knows it

It’s 50/50 if she’s going to go home with someone

With S/O

Expects to be spoiled. Please spoil her

Despite her immense wealth, she doesn’t expect you to buy her expensive things. She can do that herself. What she’d really like is for a gift that’s full of thought.

If you make her a gift, she’ll play it off but she secretly loves it. It doesn’t matter how shitty it is. If you make her a cute boar figure out of clay and it’s lopsided, but you tried hard and painted it her favorite color, it’s going on her mantel in the living room.

Spoils you too. You will drown in gifts and kisses. Don’t worry, she uses amazing lipstick and it doesn’t stick to your face.

Dotsuku

Without S/O

Spends the day giving candy to the children.

Secretly gives his daughter a secret admirer letter, her confidence SKY ROCKETS

Decorates his classroom

This man is great at help kids learn about consent. No pulling pigtails, and if a boy likes a girl and she tells him no, he makes sure he knows not to keep bugging her. Same thing with the girls. If a boy doesn’t like them they’re not allowed to keep bugging them either.

Watches cute love movies with his daughter. He’s her prince charming.

With S/O

You better believe he has you help decorate his classroom

You make cute paper hearts and pick out candy

The kids leave you valentines

He takes you to dinner. His daughter comes too. You guys have a lot of fun. He buys you and his daughter a dessert. Somehow she eats here and half of yours

Snuggles on the couch and a cute movie.

Niwatori

Without an S/O

Doesn’t celebrate

She doesn’t understand why it’s a big deal

Indulges the day after on discount candy

With an S/O

Help her

She wants to celebrate but she’s in Ushii level awkward when it comes to doing anything

Picks the most popular movie out, watches it, and THAT is the basis for her whole idea

Gets you candy. Wears a cute dress. Picks a place to eat. Buys you roses, or do you get her roses? She’ll get them for you...just in case

Candy? Candy. Lots of candy.

Any small thing you get her she’s going to love. She never has really gotten gifts, and one out of love is a gift she’ll treasure forever

If you do get her flowers, she’s going to press them or dry them and keep them forever

Sharyu

Without an S/O

She had a fiancé for what seemed like forever, so a day without one is kind of difficult for her

She’s happy she’s alone, because she’s happy with who she is and now doesn’t have anyone to try and fit her into a mold that she didn’t belong

Kind of mopes though. She wants romance and someone who loves her for who she is and everything she does

Drinks hot coco and eats an ungodly amount of chocolate

With an S/O

So. Excited.

She cooks all day and makes cake, dinner, and everything else from scratch

You get her gifts and feel like it’s still not enough

Honestly? It doesn’t matter what you get her. She just love shaving you around and knowing how much you care for her for who she is

PLEASE slow dance with her in the kitchen while you’re doing the dishes. She’ll remember it forever

Hitsujii

Without an S/O

Hangs out at home

Waiting for the candy to go on sale

Babysits for his child so they can have a romantic evening

Watches random shows on TV, but avoids romance stuff

With an S/O

Still wants to hang out at home, but will go out if you want

Uses this as an excuse to DESTROY the candy aisle

Gets you flowers, they’re not red roses because that’s pretty expensive, but he gets cute ones...and a bear

Snuggles and falling asleep to bad rom coms on TV

Uuma

Without an S/O

Spends it alone

He wishes he had someone, but he’s alright for the most part

Okay he’s not

He’s a big softie inside and somewhat romanticizes the holiday more than he should

Eats cake...and chocolate

With an S/O

The man goes WILD

Roses everywhere

Candlelight

A romantic dinner he made meticulously after practicing for weeks

Remakes the titanic ship in a bottle, with you two as the figures on the front of the ship

He loves any gift you get him. He cries. He tries not to, but he does.

He writes you a poem he gets to embarrassed to read. You get it in a card.

Takeyasu

Without an S/O

Steals everything with his brother

Necklaces, candy, and even flowers just so he can light them on fire

Doesn’t think much of the holiday, never has. It’s stupid.

With an S/O

He’s awkward. He doesn’t know how to celebrate the holiday

He gets you the basics, candy, a bear, and flowers. That’s it right?

Oh wait, you wanna do something? Uh, can a theme park be romantic?

You have a lot of fun actually, and when inevitably he lights part of it on fire, he has stuff for smores.

You save the picture from the tunnel of love. You managed to snap it before he lit it on fire. The tunnel was the point of origin.

Later on down the road he plans more stuff. He may also use fireworks to do your name in the air or something

Steals you a car.

Nagayuki

Without an S/O

Steals stuff with his brother

Gets entirely to many snacks

Does anything but Holiday stuff

With an S/O

Doesn’t want to do anything, but will because you ask him

Takes you for dinner, and he enjoys spending time with you, but because social convention is making him he’s grumpy about it

If you’re the kind of person who is easily embarrassed, he may send you cheesy emails with stupid valentines cards

Chocolate and all KINDS of snacks

Later on down the line he’ll plan more romantic stuff, and buy you nice things with real money so you know he cares

Usagi

Without an S/O

He likes the Holiday and wants someone to do it with SOOOO BAD

Watches all those cute movies and cheesy rom coms

Has a “Friend” he takes out on a date

It doesn’t go well

With an S/O

Oh boy. He’s SO HAPPY

He gets you everything. Flower, roses (ignore the blood it’s fine), and he lets you know he’s arrived to pick you up by having his friends hold him high while he has a boom box playing your favorite song. Even if it’s metal. Even if he thinks the holiday begins at midnight. Your neighbors wont care, right?

You will go to ALL the cheesy stuff. Cute rides at a theme park, which somehow gets burned down later on thanks to someone (Takeyasu)

A dinner and flowers, chocolate. SO MUCH CANDY. He even likes the terrible heart ones. He made you a box filled with ones that have saying that remind him of you

Cuddles, kisses, and smooches that just...don’t stop. Even in public. You gotta tell him to tone it down.

Tora

Without an S/O

Drinks, and mopes

She doesn’t really want to date, but seeing other people happy kinda rubs it in when you’re single

Partakes in day after candy sales

She actually avoids the bars, to many couples being happy and cute

Angrily eats snacks

With an S/O

She doesn’t expect much, other than maybe being one of those annoying couples who steals Every. Booth. In. The. Restaurant.

Please get her presents. Please. She’ll get really happy and flustered

This girl will actually try and make you chocolate from scratch. Sharyu helps. She even wraps them in a cute wrapping paper she draws herself

It’s pretty casual and after bar hopping you spend it at home. You’re with her so she cuts back so she’s not sloshed. She wants to remember being with you.

So many cute kisses.

Hand holding. It still gets her flustered.

Please get your picture taken at some point. She’ll put it by her bed and fall asleep smiling

Ushii

Without an S/O

There’s a Holiday?

He guess he noticed it was harder than normal to get a table for his favorite restaurant

Doesn’t really like sweets so the holiday just annoys him

So many people confess to him and he’s just like “Okay. Cool. Thanks”

With an S/O

He’s not great with the holiday. He’s smart though, so he tries to research what to do

Googles top ten most romantic gesture, luckily has the sense not to propose

Gets you candy, roses, and all the stereotypical stuff

You have to tell him to relax, because all the stuff he’s saying is regurgitated rom com lines

When he does relax, he’s actually really sweet. Stupidly sweet actually.

“I don’t need a holiday to tell me you’re important, you’re already always on my mind, but the candy is nice I guess”

Will watch whatever you want. Is always confused by romance movies, but oh BOY does he love going out to eat with you. Hell. Yes. The desserts are amazing and now he gets to share them with you

Care you a card. It’s ugly, but he tries

Gets you a really cute necklace. It has a small ox on it, so he can always be with you.

Nezumi

Without an S/O

Eats candy and sleeps. It’s no different than any other day, other than people piss him off more.

He doesn’t like how weird people get

They also made out on his locker...and he needed his textbook. Please....Let him get his books

With an S/O

Uses his paths so much that he passes out and HARD CORE NAPS before you go out

Has the perfect gift.

Plays co op video games with you

He doesn’t like people, so you get take out and stay home

You watch movies, but they’re movies like Princess Bride, Warm Bodies, and love stories that aren’t so normal and are more fun

If you’re LGBT he goes out of his way to find a good movie ahead of time, because he loves and supports you and this day is about you two damn it! (The other’s would try to do this for their S/O, but would have a harder time. since most of them are not great with technology like Nezumi is)

So much candy and snacks

Selfies and filters

You fall asleep together and nap

get him a gift. He’ll know it’s coming but it still makes him happy

BONUS CHALLENGE

Doudecuple

Without an S/O

Doesn’t do a whole lot. Has wine and watches the mortals below

Maybe messes with people just a bit to amuse himself

Does his own thing. He really doesn’t care for the holiday

With an S/O

Wine and a dessert charcuterie board

Gets you an expensive gift, but practical. A coat, a scarf. Something to keep you warm and cozy you can use everyday and think of him.

Makes the impossible possible. A romantic setting with only a few people

Getting the tickets for some play or show the last minute

Please do something cheesy, it’ll amuse him, and he’ll secretly keep it

ON THE FLIP SIDE

He may get a gift from you, then anyone who goes in his office will see it.

“Look what my Love got me. Have you beheld it?”

It doesn’t matter if it’s stupid. He’s keeping it forever

Navi

Without and S/O

Stays home and has snacks and chocolates

Maybe organizes his hat collection

Watches fun game shows or anything without romance

With S/O

Has a special hat he wears for the occasion

Gets you one too

Gets you candy and a single rose, as well as a teddy bear

Uses his tablet to find the best places to go with the best rating. Uses his ability to multiply to hold your place in line so you can actually do other stuff

Ferris wheel. He has to hold his hat on but you guys get an AMAZING picture together. It’s his screensaver. He texts it to Nezumi. Nezumi and him start having a couple picture off. Next year, double date.

#juni taisen #juuni taisen #juni taisen x reader #juuni taisen x reader

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blue-bird-kny · 5 years ago

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can i request a scenario where Inosuke tries to confess his love to his s/o? thank you~ uwu

Thank you for requesting, It was the first one I recieved! After I wrote this I realized it may not have been what you were asking for, but I’d be pleased to write the correct piece if you'd like! Enjoy~

Image Credit to Artist

Warning: like one swear word

(900+ words)

Lately, Inosuke had felt so frustrated whenever he was with you, it was driving him crazy. He couldn’t even stand near you without feeling sick to his stomach and every time you so much as looked at him he’d get nervous. Not knowing what else to do, he turned to Tanjiro for help while training one day.

“Listen Gonpachiro I think (mispronounced name) is a witch! She may have even cursed me with an illness!” he told Tanjiro as they both watched you train on the other side of the yard. “My name is TANJIRO! And what makes you think (Y/N) is something like that?” Tanjiro questioned his friend. Inosuke told him everything he’d been feeling around you, his voice laced with slight concern.

Tanjiro chuckled when he was finished “Inosuke (y/n) most definitely isn’t a witch, but she may have put a spell on you. Has it ever occurred to you that you may LIKE (y/n) more than in the friendship way?” he asked. Slowly the dots started to connect themselves in Insouke's head as his situation made much more sense.

He sighed in relief knowing he wasn’t under some deadly spell, but he was once again filled with worry when another thought occurred to him, “Gonpachiro what should I do to fix this?”.

“TANJIRO you idiot!” Tanjiro reprimanded “I think you should tell her how you truly feel and see what happens. You should also make an effort to call her by her real name and not some weird made up one.” he continued honestly.

Letting the words of his friend sink in, Inosuke turned to watch as you effortlessly blew into the large clay gourd causing it to implode. Watching you cheer yourself on along with the triplets filled Inosuke with hope that maybe just maybe, you could feel the same way about him.

For the next week, Inosuke tried everything to confess to you. When you two sparred together he made sure to use his full power (his weird way of showing affection), he’d tried impressing you by ramming into trees (which you found very concerning because you didn't want him hurting himself), hell he’d even offered you some of his shrimp tempura at dinner one night! Nothing seemed to grab your attention! He was starting to think it was impossible as he bitterly watched Zenitsu harass you for the millionth time that morning.

He was out of ideas on how to confess his feelings to you, it was driving him crazy. He took off his boar mask and placed it in his lap, racking his brain for anything. Staring at the fur in his lap, he was struck with an idea that he was sure would show you how much he liked you.

~*~*~

You sat under the shade of the trees that made up the estates courtyard, enjoying the last rays of sunshine before it became night. You hadn’t noticed Inosuke walk up to your side, quietly fawning over how cute you looked in the light of the setting sun. Inosuke grunted loudly causing you to turn to face him, a welcoming smile greeting him. “Good afternoon Inosuke, if you aren’t busy you're welcome to sit with me” you invited, softly patting the ground next to you. Flustered by your warm greeting, Insuke plopped down next to you, taking off his mask as the two of you settled into a comforting silence. Taking one last deep breath, Insouke tapped on your shoulder. “What’s up In...OH!” you yelped in surprise as Inosuke slipped his boar mask onto your head, covering your face.

“You know (y/n), my mask is one of the most important things to me, it’s gotten me through some tough battles and reminds me of home. But if it ever came down to it, I’d risk my mask and everything else if it meant you could be happy and safe,” he spoke proudly, trying his best to get you to understand his feelings. “What I’m trying to say is that I like you (y/n) and I want you by my side so we can kick ass together.” he continued. The boar’s mask covered your face so he couldn’t see how you reacted to his words. After minutes of you still not responding, Inosuke began to spiral; “What if she hates me. Stupid Gonpachiro for making me believe she’d like me too” he began to panic until finally, you moved.

You slipped off his mask, gently placing it next to you, a faint blush dusted your cheeks as your eyes began to water. Inosuke melted once he felt you wrap your arms around his built frame, pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh Inosuke, I really like you too. I feared that you didn’t feel the same way so I never told you. I thought hiding my feelings was worth not losing your friendship” (y/n) whispered into his neck. Finally wrapping his arms around your body, Inosuke smothered you in a warm hug. You both pull away after some time, your forehead resting on his as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair. You both sat there, breaths mingling to become one, smiling as if you’d both won the lottery because to each other, you had.

Inosuke’s way of confessing was strange in many ways, but that’s what make’s it special, like Inosuke.

Sitting there under the thick shade of the trees above, the sun's final rays slipping beneath the horizon, the beautiful flower that was your relationship began to bloom.

I hope you liked it! I’m working hard to improve my writing but I'm glad so many have left nice comments in my inbox already. Stay healthy and thank you~Amanda

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valdemart · 4 years ago

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Everyone’s got these cute ass OC’s running around, so here’s my awful little gremlin! TW, she kills people!

Name: Flossie Bernard

Age: 27

Sexuality: ???

Species: Human

Height/Weight: 5′5″, 125lbs, rectangle shaped.

Hair Color: Wheat blonde, usually in a tight, neat bun.

Eye Color: Gold (Thanks Melody)

Identifying Markings: Nothing. There is nothing remarkable, interesting, or identifiable about her. Has some freckles.

Clothing: She only owns lab coats, black butcher boots, and some plain beige street clothes. If you see her in anything else, someone made her put it on.

Occupation: Palace taxidermist, tanner, and fur dresser. If you have a dead animal to process, she’s the best.

Abilities: Nothing! She’s not magical at all!

Skills/Talents: Taxidermy, tanning, butchering, cheese making, cooking, murder

Personality: Dry, humorless, aloof, level headed, paranoid, stoic, intelligent, boring

Background: Flossie Bernard was born in a small village quite far from Vesuvia. Her parents were farmers who raised mostly sheep along with some chickens and a few pigs (think French countryside). It was hard work most days but it wasn’t a bad life. Flossie found out very early that she had a real knack for slaughtering and butchering animals. She didn’t take any joy in it and all her kills were clean and painless, she just lived on a farm and that’s what you did on a farm. You want to eat, don’t you? Where do you think the mutton comes from?

Her parents were kind enough, but they were busy running the farm and raising a hoard of children, so they were happy that Flossie was so good at getting the meat and hides ready for sale. They thought it was a blessing that she never cried as a baby. They were so happy she would rather work on the farm than play with the other children. That was fine for the other children as well, who thought she was really weird.

Quiet, skinny little Flossie with the weird, shiny eyes was picked on in school for being so odd until she snapped the neck of a schoolmate’s pet bird. After that, no one bothered Freaky Flossie and she got the peace and quiet she so craved. She spent the rest of her childhood working on the farm and dissecting any dead animal she could find, from crayfish to deer.

Things were fine for her until she turned 19. See, she should have been married by 18, as all the other girls in the village had been. That’s when her parents finally realized something was off and the neighbors were beginning to talk and you couldn’t have that, now could you? They decided that they would arrange a marriage for their late bloomer. But Flossie had decided she wanted to become a surgeon. Unfortunately for everyone, women there became mothers and not doctors, so when faced with no choice but to marry this random man so her family could save face, Flossie peaced out. She hasn’t had any contact with her family since and doesn’t feel the need to. Why, should she? She doesn’t hate them or anything, she just doesn’t feel anything for them. Why do people make such a big deal about families anyhow?

She traveled to a bigger city and made enough money to eat and stay in a boarding house by working at a nearby butcher shop. She was accepted into the medical school, but only for nursing. She just wasn’t in an area where female doctors were going to be accepted. Still, she learned a lot, especially about surgery and peaced out again when she heard that medical schools further south had been training female doctors for decades. The instructors and other tenants at the boarding house did not mind when she left. Most of them were at the general consensus of, ‘nice enough girl but there’s something ‘off’ about her and also she smells like copper’.

So, at 24 she found herself in Vesuvia, enrolled in medical school and working for the local aging taxidermist. She ended up taxidermizing a boar Count Lucio hunted and he was so impressed with her work that she was made palace taxidermist (not directly of course, she never met the Count.) So, she was already sort of working at the palace when the Red Plague hit and with her medical training, she was recruited even though she wasn’t yet a doctor. No one could afford to be picky at the time. Flossie thrived. The suffering of the people dying didn’t affect her emotionally and she was able to help without distraction.

A drunk man saw her leaving the palace one night and got in her face, screaming at her for not doing more to fix the plague. All the guards were elsewhere, as there were much fewer of them now, so there was no one there to assist her. So, Flossie slit his throat. Watching the life leave his eyes was the first time in her life she had ever felt anything.

She dragged the body into the bushes, dismembered it, and brought it down to the beetle pit where she was discovered by Dr. Valdemar, who was awfully amused and allowed her to use the beetle pit whenever she needed. (Thanks, Bro!)

She killed a stay dog and made it look like it had been attacked to cover all the blood left outside from her very sloppy first kill and with the chaos of the plague, no one said a thing.

A few short years later and her body count is at 12. Her technique is impeccable and most of those she killed aren’t even thought to be dead; just missing. Probably left town.

Extra: She doesn’t understand other people. She doesn’t get their jokes and they make her nervous. She knows what they’re capable of and believes they are probably out to get her. But she tries. She’d like to feel human connection. She’d like to feel something outside of murder.

That second picture is after Misery grave her a makeover, but 90% of the time she’s the first picture.

#Flossie

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365days365movies · 4 years ago

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March 5, 2021: The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) (Part One)

Once upon a time, there was a bamboo cutter.

In 2019, the anime Kaguya-sama: Love is War came out, and the third season’s supposed to come out later this year. I love this show a lot, honestly, and it’s actually based on an old Japanese story: 竹取物語, or The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. I’d go into it, but obviously I’m also about to watch the movie based on it from 2013.

It reminds me of a Japanese Thumbelina, to be honest, although I know that they aren’t perfectly analogous. At least, I hope not. It’s not a great movie. Plus, it was one of the first movies I remember watching as a kid, so I’m good.

But yeah, this should be interesting! I’m definitely digging this form of the fantasy genre. You know, films based on folklore and mythology of a given country. Not necessarily what everybody thinks of, but it’s definitely within the genre. Still, I kinda want to branch out from Japan in the next few days. Still, let’s start with this one, yeah?

This film is yet another Studio Ghibli film, but Miyazaki’s not involved. No, this one is an Isao Takahata joint, and he was another one of the founders of Ghibli alongside Miyazaki. This was the last film he directed before his death in 2018. And he never got the same publicity overseas as Miyazaki, but he deserves some love. I’ve seen one other film of his, his first with Studio Ghibli. And...

...that was an experience. An experience that I have NO WILL TO REPEAT. Grave of the Fireflies is an amazing film. It’s also about two siblings surviving in Japan during World War II, in poverty. And no, they don’t die of radiation poisoning because of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

It’s so...SO much more depressing than that. Yeah. Not exaggerating. BUT WE ARE NOT GOING INTO THAT BEAUTIFUL, TRAMAUTIZING MASTERPIECE NIGHTMARE!!! We’re going into some that I genuinely hope isn’t as depressing. I’ll find out first-hand, I guess! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

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Right from the opening credits, I already have a comment to make: the art style is meant to invoke classic Japanese paintings, and the effect is absolutely breathtaking. It’s a gorgeous movie right off the bat, but I won’t let that distract me...much.

Bamboo cutter Sanuki no Miyatsuko (James Caan) does just that: he cuts bamboo for a living, using it for many things. One day, in the forest, he sees a glowing bamboo stalk, which he tentatively approaches. The light creates a new bamboo shoot, inside of which, well...

Unsure of this little bamboo princess, he hesitantly approaches as she smiles at him and falls asleep in the flower. Thinking it a gift from heaven, Miyatsuko takes the tiny princess into his hands, and brings her home to his Wife (Mary Steenburgen). They decide to raise her, and as the Bamboo Cutter’s Wife takes the princess into her hands, she jumps about and seemingly transforms into a human infant.

The two are quite confused by this whole affair, but believe her to be a gift from heaven, being a miraculous little bamboo princess and all. She also apparently has the ability to cause instant lactation in the Wife, which is a TERRIFYING superpower when you think about it. Think about it: you’re walking down the street, when suddenly some person in a milkman or milkmaid costume jumps out from the shadow, points at you, and says “MILK!!!” and BAM! Now, Fred’s lactating.

Never said that power was limited by gender, now did I?

OK, weird-ass milk segue aside, this baby starts to grow REAL fuckin’ quickly, and a group of plum blossom trees bloom nearby The two pledge to raise the child as their own, in that Jonathan and Martha Kent-style, and they name her "Hime”, which means Princess.

Y’know, for an animated baby, she’s a cute-ass baby, I gotta say. I mean, look at this shit. Look at this CUTE-ASS SHIT.

My ovaries are twitching right now, and I don’t even HAVE that shit. Should I...should I see a doctor?

That tumbling act above leads her to learning to walk, all of which is evidenced by a group of neighborhood kids, who notice both her rapid physical and behavioral growth, and note that she’s growing as fast as bamboo. And yeah, she goes from infant to toddler in a few minutes as she’s learning to walk.

The kids nickname her “Lil’ Bamboo” (Takenoko in Japanese), and she continues to grow up quick. She learns to speak, and spends days with Miyatsuko as he cuts bamboo in the forest. On one of these days, she wanders off and meets a group of wild baby boars. And yeah, you’re right, IT IS cute as SHIT.

The mother boar doesn’t think so, and she charges the helpless Hime. However, she’s saved from a grisly fate by a young man named Sutemaru (Darren Criss), who also notes her rapid growth. And yeah, she goes from toddler to young child over the course of this interaction.

Sutemaru and the young kids from earlier go through the forest with Hime, bringing her along. And she seems to know the words to the song, somehow. She then chimes in with a song of her own, and I’m gonna see if I can find the lyrics in their original Japanese.

Well, I did, and translations aren’t great, but this is pretty similar to what’s being said in the original audio. So, yeah, we’ll go for it. By the way, the actress singing this and playing young Hime is Caitlyn Leone. Just wanted to give her some credit, because this is an interesting song that she sings.

At the end of it, she begins to cry, although she doesn’t know why. The kids basically brush it off, and go to bring her back to the bamboo grove, and to Miyatsuko. He’s searching for her, worries, when he comes across yet another glowing bamboo shoot. This time, when he cuts it open, gold spills out of it.

Time passes, and Hime continues to grow quickly, befriending the kids and Sutemaru, to whom she grows quite close over the summer. Meanwhile, another glowing bamboo shot appears, and from it come fine silks and fabrics. This, alongside the gold from before, leads Miyatsuki to believe that Heaven wants them to raise Hime to be a noble princess, one worthy of the fine fabrics they’ve received.

While his wife is unsure about that, his mind is made up, and he heads to the capital to build a mansion suitable for this lifestyle. Summer ends, and autumn harvest begins, by which time she’s grown up from child to pre-teen. She also changes voice actresses (in English, anyway), now being played by Chloë Grace Moretz.

Sutemaru notices this, too, and worries that she’ll keep growing and leave them behind. She says that that’ll never happen. And then, as she goes home that night...it does. Yeah, damn, and she promised and everything. But yeah, the little Bamboo family heads to the capital, where Hime is quickly taught the ways of a proper lady.

She’s confused by the changes, but her parents (dressed up in traditional robes and face paint, I’m assuming) quickly inform her that they own the mansion, as well as the many fine robes from the bamboo, and that they will be living there from now on. She takes it well. And that’s not an ironic segue, I actually mean that she takes it pretty damn well.

Maybe a little too well, as she frolics about and trips over a very proper woman, who chides her for unladylike behavior. This is her governess, Lady Sagami (Lucy Liu), and she’s been brought from the palace to teach Hime in the ways of being a noble lady.

Hime struggles with these lessons and the new high society lifestyle, especially as opposed to her previous country life. But then, sometimes she surprises the often frustrated Sagami, like with the koto, a traditional stringed instrument in Japan.

Soon enough, Hime comes of age, and the excited Miyatsuki plans a straight-up period party as celebration. Hime asks if she can invite her friends, but he adamantly refuses this request. Miyatsuki’s trying very hard to get Hime into the life of nobility, but her mother is a lot more understanding of her struggles.

Said struggles continue, as they attempt to prepare her for the upcoming party, and she refuses to get her eyebrows plucked, amongst other procedures. Ah, the trappings of a society that forces women into extremely restrictive gender roles, said the cisgender dude who’s ever taken a gender-studies course, but still basically gets the gist of the whole thing, probably.

In the lead-up to the party, Miyatsuki invites Inde no Akita (George Segal), a nobleman tasked with renaming princesses for formal ceremonies, based upon their true essence. He first sees her playing with a cat outside, for which Miyatsuki apologizes. Akita doesn’t seem to mind too much, though.

In a more formal meeting, Akita’s struck by her young beauty, and she plays to koto form him. He thus names her “The Shining Princess of the Supple Bamboo”. In Japanese, she’s called Kaguya-hime. Hence, the Princess Kaguya.

Party-time, and Princess Kaguya is presented with her new name publicly, but is not doing anything at the party, almost like a prize or trophy for the men who have attended the party. Said party goes on for...THREE DAYS? Jesus CHRIST, how much sake do they fuckin’ HAVE?

However, the party begins to go south when the partygoers question why her face is hidden behind blinds, and that she’s basically just a common girl whose father paid for a ceremony beyond their station. Basically, they’re being dicks. And Hime hears, well...all of it. And responds understandably, and...to be frank, beautifully.

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The art style turns sketchy and frantic as Hime runs away from the palace at hull speed, under the light of the full moon hanging above. It’s...gorgeous. Absolutely beautifully animated, I gotta say. And the music and sound, too! It’s just...beautiful.

She runs all the way back to her old village, where we can see that time has passed a bit. Not just in terms of Hime’s personal growth, but in terms of a baby from before, now visibly a little older. That isn’t all that’s changed, though, as all of Hime’s friends have apparently moved away.

Turns out that the mountain has been harvested to its fullest for wood, without destroying sustainability. Because of this, a man tells her that the families will likely not return for another 10 years. Interestingly enough, though, this conversation confirms that this movie has taken place over the course of a year, as Hime has never experienced the seasons in full.

After this realization, an exhausted Hime passes out in the show, only to wake up once again in the castle. Was it a dream? It would appear to be so.

Never have I seen a better place to pause. See you in Part 2!

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rokkosmysterydungeon · 4 years ago

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31 Days of PMD: An Interconnected Series of Vignettes

Day 12: Final Boss

Game: Gates to Infinity

Theme: Despair/Resignation, Hope/Action

Spoilers: End game

This vignette contains the main character getting caught up in dysphoria/self-doubt/self-dehumanization. It also briefly touches on parental ableism. Thus, this heads-up.

“Just take deep breaths. Remember to breathe.”

She approached the giant ice crystal that floated before her in this maelstrom of dark wind.

“This isn’t supposed to be affecting me… and yet, the Winds of Despair are starting to... I have to stop the Bittercold before it’s too late!”

These were the thoughts of Dork, a tepig who used to be a human, and was one of many humans the Voice of Life had summoned to the Mist Continent. All for the express purpose of taking down this… thing, that could destroy all of reality. Humans were supposed to be immune to its effect, which incapacitated any pokémon that dared approach it. Nowhere was this more visible than a short distance behind Dork, where their friend and partner, an axew named Andrea, lay doubled over in pain.

She approached the great crystal with her mission in mind. Her mission, but also to make it pay for hurting her friend! She just had to get closer so she could start kicking its ass.

The fire within her roared as the Winds of Despair picked up. This was escalating severely! Dork’s face scrunched up with as much rage as the cute, round face of a tepig possibly could. Every part of her was so ready to end this, she pressed on.

It’s difficult to determine whether the Bittercold fully recognized what was happening. If it had a self-preservation instinct, or was afraid of Dork? Was its storm the cause for what happened next?

With another gust hitting her straight on, Dork suddenly found herself replaying an old memory. It was from when she was a young child, when she was a human.

She and her family were hiking one summer along the paths of Mt. Rokko, near the city of Kobe, where her mom was from. They were all there to visit family, two of which, her grandmother and aunt, were also present. And of course there was the guide, making sure everyone stayed safe.

Dork’s sister had spotted a couple of wild boars milling around under some trees, and started walking closer to take a better look. The thing about wild boars is they are highly dangerous if they start to attack a human, outright deadly to kids like Dork and her sister. Luckily, the guide noticed all of this and stopped the sister.

“Do not get near those animals. They are wild boars and they are highly dangerous.” the guide warned.

As if spurred on to contribute something to the situation, Dork’s aunt then replied, “Definitely. The babies start out very cute but then they turn into those… scary vicious things.”

Dork’s mom & grandma chatted in agreement, and for Dork herself, that last part echoed in her memory from time to time, and it was floating around now… now that she was basically a wild boar herself! (the Tepig evolution line most resembles this animal, after all) The strength and power she’d demonstrated to beat down many adversaries, including the legendary Kyurem, was considerable. And now that she was thinking about it, it was starting to scare her.

It was then that she was blasted with another memory. When she was a teenager, and overheard her stepdad and mom talking about her. The one where she first truly realized that her mom was afraid of her. And chose other adults who’d all agree, and want to solve the “problem” of her autism. How it put many past occurrences into perspective, and for more in the subsequent years. The adults in her life, they all saw her like they saw the wild boars. She remembered the sickening sensation her human body gave her through those years. How her body inched closer to adult form, meaning her whole being inched closer to being a scary, vicious, and ugly monster.

In her present, the now-wavering tepig felt a cold puncture in her chest. It felt as though an icicle stabbed its way through her heart. And the more she became lost in the memories, in the self-perception, of what she was always destined to become, the more the Winds of Despair could jab at her being. The Voice of Life must’ve made a mistake in the haste of all the humans they had chosen. She was no hero at all! She even chose a joke name on her way into this world; what kind of hero does that? The pokémon she became was a sign all this time! And now… she couldn’t even move closer to the Bittercold anymore. The pain sapped her strength, and like Andrea, she too had fallen, doubled over from the torment.

“This can’t be happening! Everyone’s counting on me but I’m just…. I’m merely a monster. I’m so sorry, everyone. I really wish I could’ve been your hero.”

“Don’t give up!”

Where did that come from? Was she hearing things?

“Don’t give up!”

In-between incredibly belabored breaths, Dork asked, “Andrea… did you hear that too? Or am I just…?”

“I can… hear it, too.” The axew’s voice was very weak. Dork was surprised she even managed to hear that, on top of her surprise that Andrea was still conscious enough to speak.

“Don’t give up! You can do it!”

The chorus of voices continued chanting. And the more Dork listened, the more she could make out that the voices belonged to the pokémon she’d met in her time in this world. From her friends at Paradise, to the citizens of Post Town, to even the munna who had once tried to eliminate her. Every one of them, chanting repeatedly the hope they pinned on Dork.

“You can do it! Don’t give up!”

Andrea struggled their way up to a kneel, so they could face Dork. “You heard them, right? Dork? We all believe in you!”

It started to click for the former human. The many pokémon she and Andrea had helped. So many had given up on life, hope, and the future before she met them. She had to admit she really did help. Her whole time in the Pokémon World, she’d strove to help, and had tangibly affected these pokémons’ lives. She was always working to make sure she’d never become what she feared, and right now, the voices making their way to this spot, were all here to tell her that. They believed in her, without a hint of fear in their hearts. At this time, she was their hero!

“Don’t give up!!!”

The fire in her chest returned. It no longer burned with anger, but with gratitude. Its warmth melted the chill that had cut through Dork and allowed her to stand back up. The Winds of Despair were losing their ability to affect her, and thus, she took the final steps she needed, to begin taking the Bittercold down.

She looked up at the crystal being, smiling confidently. “For everyone’s sake, let’s do this! FLAME CHARGE!”

#writing #31 Days of PMD #pmd month #pmd gates to infinity #pmd gates spoilers #pokemon mystery dungeon

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tacogawa · 4 years ago

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Ikesen Yukimura? 🥺🥰

I do love Yuki, I really do 🥺👉👈 He's the tsundere of my heart. Super hot-headed, sometimes brash, honorable to put it so. He sticks to what he believes and I have to give him a thumbs up for that. I will also drop kick his ass if he doesn't stop calling mc a boar istg. Also I will never forgive him for screwing mc in the woods and LEAVING. Shingen taught you better than this, Yuki.

He's sweet though, with his super blushy, somewhat aggressive confessions to his feelings. My heart melts

#radiologicaluncertainty-old #the onion answers #THAN YYYOOUUUU #i do love yuki i reall do 💖😭

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takeiteasypeasybaby · 4 years ago

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Save Me: Chapter 70 - Take What’s Ours

~Hey guys! The 70th chapter of Save Me is out now :) I hope you all enjoy and have a good week~

Negan makes a great sacrifice for his family while Molly deals with the consequences, her world is crumbling around her as another whisperer threat falls on Alexandria.

That night I slept like a baby, my family were safe and sound in our house, I felt like nothing could ever hurt me.

I wonder if I would have slept that well if I knew what was coming in the morning?

I awoke to find Negan's side of the bed completely empty and his clothes which usually sat on the dresser, were all gone.

Maybe he rose early to do laundry?

I furrowed my brows and groaned as I got out of bed, it was just starting to get light outside as the clock said 5:00am.

I creaked open Lydia's bedroom door, she was sleeping peacefully so I tiptoed downstairs and found a backpack gone, along with a couple of our weapons.

I was so confused, I got dressed and walked around the compound for hours, covering every square inch but there was no sign.

That was when I raised the alarm, had he left me?

Had someone taken him...killed him?

My whole body shivered at the thought as my breathing quickened, I felt like my heart would explode.

I couldn't lose him, I needed answers because I knew he would never to this to me, to us, especially now I'm pregnant.

I awoke Michonne who then told the council what happened, within minutes, people were up and about, searching and making a plan of action.

I waited back at the house and Lydia came downstairs and asked confusedly, 'what's happening mom?'.

I smiled, trying not to panic her and said 'everything's fine, just go back to bed okay?'.

She nodded sceptically and walked back upstairs as Michonne asked me to talk outside.

I burst into tears, my whole body shook with worry.

'I can't lose him Michonne! Where is he? He wouldn't leave me!' I cried as she held me.

She just held me silently and then said 'he escaped before Molly...'.

I pulled away from her and scowled, saying 'he wouldn't leave me now, I know him'.

'We've got people out looking, just try to stay calm for the baby' she said softly as I took deep breaths.

Negan's POV//

I had been walking for what felt like hours, this fucking kid Brandon helped me escape so I let him come with me.

He was one of the guards but he was also an ex-Saviour so I guess at least one fucker was loyal to me even if it did have to be this damn annoying kid.

He didn't ask questions, he just followed behind me with a spear, constantly asking me if I wanted anything or telling me about how his dad was a Saviour and how he thought I was a legend.

I couldn't bear to hear that anymore, I would've relished in a Saviour singing my praises but now it just frustrated me.

Every minute I was away from Alexandria, I thought of Molly and my family.

I thought of how she'd probably be getting up now when I saw the sunrise, how worried she'd be, I hated knowing she would feel that way but I had to do this.

With every day, Alpha and the whisperers were becoming more and more of a threat and with Molly pregnant, I had to do whatever it took to keep her safe.

I had decided this a long time ago, when Tara was killed actually, so this would always be my fate.

I needed to infiltrate the whisperers, gain Alpha's trust and then kill them all from within, never allowing them to get close to my family or the communities.

I was damn good at manipulation so I knew I had this one in the bag.

All of Alexandria would know about me 'joining' the whisperers eventually and when Molly finds out, I know she will hate me but I just hope she understand in the end, that I did all this for us.

I just wanted Brandon to leave me the hell alone and I got my wish when we came across a mom and her kid.

I wanted to help them, give them food and water, but Brandon had other ideas.

He wanted to kill them both and take their stuff, I blamed myself for that one, given how some Saviour's acted, how I myself acted.

I pissed the kid off by telling him to get lost and while I looked for more supplies for them, he killed them both.

I came back to blood all over the trees in their camp, Brandon standing there shouting 'I am Negan!'.

That wasn't what being Negan was about you asshole! I shouted in my head.

I picked up a rock and marched over to him.

With one swift blow to the head I knocked him out, with several smashes, I killed him.

~flashback~

She giggled as I cuddled behind her, stroking her bump as we talked about baby names.

'Zoe for a girl and Noah for a boy' she said softly.

I scrunched up my face, 'you sure?' I asked jokingly.

She slapped me and said 'hey! those are cute names!'.

I chuckled and pulled her closer, 'what about...Negan Jr or Molly Jr?' I asked.

She giggled, saying 'wow, so unique'.

'They're classic, like us' I said as I kissed her shoulder.

'Mhm' she sighed as I kissed her all over her face, making her squeal as she got ticklish.

Present day...

With blood all over my face and hands, I had to take a minute.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I thought of Molly which is what gave me the strength to carry on.

I hadn't killed a kid before and it kinda shook me.

Adults I could waste all the live long day but even though I knew I'd done the right thing, it still felt fucking awful.

I washed my face in a puddle and checked the kid's bag to see that he'd brought me my leather jacket and a knockoff Lucille.

'What the?' I asked myself as I took them out, but I knew I had to be that guy again.

I slipped on the jacket and rested the bat over my shoulder as I walked, whistling as I went.

Hours passed, It was starting to get dark as I found myself in the thick of the woods.

I didn't have a direction, I just planned on stumbling on one of them and asking them to get me the fuck in.

I started bashing in walker heads when one of them pushed me to the ground.

'What the?' I said as I turned around to see a masked man hovering over me.

'Alright you big ass freak, let's do this' I said as I stood up.

He was a whisperer, Molly had spoke of him being Alpha's right hand man or some shit so I knew he would lead me straight to her.

I surrendered and he blindfolded me, tied my hands and led me to their camp.

I saw Alpha watching me as whisperers held spears all around me.

'I'll just sit here' I whispered to them as I sat against a tree.

Alpha and the big Frankenstein lookin' fella who they called Beta were whispering about me, I gathered from Beta's expression that Alpha was gonna let me live.

I smiled to myself seeing him kneel in front of her.

'They always do that shit?' I asked one of the masked fellas.

He pointed the spear closer to my face and whispered 'respect the Alpha'.

I saluted sarcastically, knowing that Alpha was watching me the entire time.

Beta stormed over to me and hoisted me up.

'Wow there jolly green giant, no need to get handsy' I said as he pushed me through the woods.

'How long you and the boss lady been together? Is this, like, a Beta-with-benefits situation? Do you slide her a little omega on the side?' I asked sarcastically.

'You'll respect the Alpha, or I end you where you stand' he whispered angrily as he pulled out a knife.

I raised my eyebrows and said 'I didn't mean to offend you. I mean, hell, you keep things professional, me and my girl did that for a while so I respect that'.

'Think I was just thrown off by the whole kneelin' thing. Not that there's anything wrong with the whole kneelin' thing. I mean, that has tickled the dicks of many a fine man over the years. Me, myself, I used to have people kneelin' for me all the live long day, so I do understand the benefits that sort of shit provides. Just actually never done the deed myself. And I admire your self-restraint, and I'm sayin' this totally respectfully, but there is somethin' about that whole bald-head thing that just tightens my britches' I said loudly just to test him.

He just grunted and kept walking.

'You will be tested, you will give us what you know' he whispered as he introduced me to the tasks he had in mind.

'Okey dokey' I said smiling as he handed me a shovel.

'Start digging' he ordered as I just shrugged and dug in the ground.

It took hours, I was panting out of breath afterwards.

I had no clue what this shitty test was but then he made me skin a walker with a pen knife and kill a boar and cook it in the pit I dug.

At the end I stood there looking smugly at my handy work as the big man just threw down his shovel in anger.

Molly's POV//

It had been over a day since Negan disappeared.

The sun was going down as I stood looking out onto the forest from the guard tower at the front gate.

I stood with my arms folded and scanned the area with binoculars.

I just wanted to know he was okay, any news was better than no news.

'Molly...' Lydia said softly, trying not to disturb me.

I didn't respond, only keeping my attention firmly on the entrance, seeing if Negan would be found.

Each radio to Michonne said they found nothing and couldn't go into the whisperer's territory to look otherwise there would be more conflict.

'Molly, Michonne wants to talk to you' she said as she stood at the bottom of the ladder.

I tried to stay focussed but gave up and sighed as I came down to meet her.

I nodded to Lydia and asked her to go back to the house as it was getting dark and that I'd be home soon.

I walked to Michonne's house and she told me that Negan could've gone into the whisperer territory.

'No...No, Michonne. If he went there then he-' I said as I started to panic.

'Alpha wouldn't kill him, not when he's useful to her. He knows us, he know Alexandria, he could tell them things so they have the advantage' she said sternly.

'He would never want to harm us, or our baby or Lydia' I said angrily as I paced around the living room.

I spun around when I realised.

'What if he went there of his own accord, but not for what you think...what if he's playing them? He could infiltrate, get close and then destroy them from the inside?' I said confidently.

Michonne looked at me like I was crazy, but then it started to sink in for her.

'It's possible' she said slowly.

'Of course it is! You really think he would harm Lydia or Judith by siding with them?', this was when she said 'he did save her in the storm, he saved Lydia too'.

I nodded happily.

'Exactly, but they'll think he's joined them and we need to prepare for the backlash' I said sternly as I pointed outside.

That night I slept better, I still didn't know Negan's plan for sure, but I had faith that he was alive and working for us.

The way that Michonne had acted earlier made me think that she was on my side, I should've known she would play me.

When Lydia and I woke, we went downstairs to discover that we were both on house arrest.

'What the hell is going on?' I said as Michonne and Daryl walked over.

'I'm sorry Moll, we just wanna be sure...' Michonne said softly as Daryl looked at me like I'd committed a crime.

I turned to him and said 'what is this?!'.

'Just makin' sure that no one leaves' he said as Michonne added 'it's for your safety'.

'Safety my ass, you think that we're in on this with Negan don't you? I bet you think we helped him escape as well?' I said almost laughing.

'I won't do it, I'm going out there, I'm going after him' I said smiling as I barged past them and Lydia followed me.

'Don't take another step' Daryl said angrily.

'Or what? I know you hate me for Negan, but you know me, you really think I'd do something like this?' I said tearfully.

'I don't know' he said looking down.

'C'mon Molly, you're pregnant, you can't go out there. I promise once we find him, you'll be released' Michonne pleaded.

I just nodded and shot them a stern look as I walked back into the house.

'I'll never forget this, this is my fight too' I said sadly as I locked the door shut as Lydia came with me inside.

The next day...

I didn't think it then but it was better we were locked inside that day with a killer in Alexandria.

Michonne radioed me to keep me up to date while we were locked inside of what was going on, she said that Siddiq had been murdered and Rosita had found that it was Dante, one of our doctors.

When Gabriel and Rosita interrogated him, he said he was a whisperer spy and had been watching us for months and reporting back to Alpha.

Rosita was devastated and I couldn't even be there for her, though I knew what she needed to do.

Gabriel and Rosita both killed Dante together for murdering their friend.

Siddiq had been there for me, he'd helped me so much with my pregnancy and now I felt completely lost.

I sobbed on the sofa with Lydia when we heard the news but I was filled with rage that Siddiq's murderer was a whisperer who had gotten into our community.

So I felt that now more than ever I was needed out there and not stuck in here.

#twd #the walking dead #negan #negan x original female character #negans thirst squad #saveme #mollychambler #negan twd #lydia twd

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arigatouiris · 5 years ago

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daughter of artemis // p.p — [10]

c h a p t e r t e n

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: THERE IS SO MUCH FLUFF UGH. I almost gagged with the fluff but heh. I love fluff. But, there’s also angst. I always try to portray a realistic romantic development, but yeah. I know I’m not even close to perfect. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 4830

10 // πράσινο green

❅

Normally, (y/n) loved the weekend. Weekend meant she could get her reading done, she wouldn’t have to go to school and spend 8 hours not talking to anyone, but watching them talk to each other. But, this was perhaps one of the first weekends she actually dreaded not being able to sit with MJ, Ned and Peter and chat about useless things. Especially Peter. Maybe it was because she had seen a vision of him that she felt this familiar sort of fondness for him, but Peter made her heart warm and fuzzy inside.

She liked almost everything about him—even the fact that he was Spiderman. The way she saw it, it wasn’t extraordinary that he had powers (coming from a family of literal Gods), it was extraordinary that he wanted to use them to help others.

He was doing something Gods were not, and this fact she appreciated more than the others. She knew what it meant to have powers others did not; and this always caused people to get in and over their heads with the power, because it made them better than the others. Not to mention, he was cute; not having had the chance to meet a boy or girl her age before, (y/n) found it easy to find Peter attractive, especially with how small his eyes became when he smiled or laughed, or how he blushed way too easily, which made it all the more amusing for her to tease him.

She didn’t know what this feeling was, but if she were to describe it, it would be warmth. A strange but similar warmth she felt only around her mother, long ago.

Walking to the supermarket, she wondered what Peter Parker was doing at that moment. Shaking her head off his thoughts, telling herself she was focusing on him way too much, she walked into the store, hearing the chime of the door as she entered. Heading to the health supplies counter, she stocked up on some more cotton and bandages, antiseptic, for emergencies. She ran out of her own supply when Peter stitched her up.

She heard the door chime, indicating someone else come into the store. It was a beautiful woman, brown hair and green eyes, wearing nothing but a regular green tee and jeans. It looked like she had a bag, but (y/n) didn’t bother. Turning back to the aisle, she focused on getting the right brand of antiseptic.

The door chimed again, causing (y/n) to chuckle since it was a Saturday and she least expected it to be a busy day for the local store. Turning to the door, she spotted two little girls, a blonde and a brunette, walk in with their little kindergarten bags. They looked to be around five and (y/n) narrowed her eyes. What are they doing alone? It’s a Saturday. Shrugging, she went back to grabbing more supplies, but paused when she heard it.

A gunshot sounded inside the store, near the shopkeeper. Rushing to see what it was, she spotted the woman, pointing a gun at the storekeeper, who was now dead. Her eyes widened as the woman turned around to spot the kids, before (y/n) rushed to her and snapped the gun out of her hands. The woman now turned to (y/n) and smirked once, before (y/n) felt a strange chill go down her spine.

Her eyes were an eerie green; green like moss, staring into her very soul. They were unnatural and for some reason, she felt like she had seen this color on an animal before, not sure which animal it might have been. Stepping back, she felt her heart drop at the arrival of fear. I can’t smell a henchman, she thought, panicking. She doesn’t even, she can’t be! I know what the Boar looks like—

Before she could complete that thought, the woman grabbed the gun and pointed it at (y/n), only to have the demigod reflect in reflex and kick the gun out of her hands once again; she aimed a punch at the woman, which the woman didn’t deflect, causing her to go backwards. Quickly turning to the kids behind her, (y/n) screamed at them, telling them to hide. She could see both the little girls run to the back, to hide behind one of the counters. Turning back to the strange green-eyed woman, (y/n) narrowed her eyes.

“What the hell are you?” She spat, before clutching on to her dagger tightly.

She was so glad she would never leave it at home. Her choice to never part with the dagger made sense each time. Rushing to the woman, (y/n) kicked to her side, which the woman once again didn’t deflect, and grabbed her hair and bashed her to the counter. The woman side stepped quickly, but (y/n) was faster; she held her dagger tightly and attempted to stab her at her side, but the woman instead clicked her tongue, swept her foot below (y/n)’s own footing, bringing the demigod down. A moment later, the woman ran off, outside the store. (y/n)’s first instinct was to run after her, but remembered the children.

Rushing to the counter at the back, she spotted a very scared blonde girl, but the brunette seemed rather calm. (y/n) knelt to their level and smiled.

“You girls okay?”

The brunette nodded. (y/n) could hear sirens from outside the store, and looked at the brunette who was checking her watch.

“My mom’s outside. She’s going to be so mad that I came out without her knowing.”

(y/n) chuckled, “You snuck out, huh?”

The brunette nodded proudly, “Yup.” She popped the ‘p’.

“You kicked her ass!” The brunette girl said, grinning widely.

(y/n)’s eyes widened at the word the child used, “Where did you learn that word?”

The girl smiled. The blonde girl with her, blinked a couple of times. (y/n) chuckled some more before holding both the girls’ hands and bringing them out. There were two police cars and a blonde woman standing in front of the store, who looked instantly relieved to see the girls. (y/n) would have smiled at the woman’s face if she hadn’t remembered one stark detail.

The blonde woman was the exact same woman she had seen in her vision. Five years ago, (y/n) saw four people in her vision. Two of whom she had already met, Natasha and Peter, and this was the third. The blonde woman, with a kind smile. As soon as she stepped in front of her, the woman knelt down and hugged the brunette, while the little blonde girl ran to another woman at the side.

“Morgan! Don’t ever do that again!” The woman scolded the girl, Morgan, and looked back at (y/n), causing her heart to flip.

Approaching her, (y/n) could feel her eyes widen and her heart rate increase. The woman smiled at her, before holding her hands in hers and thanking her repeatedly.

“I hate how shootings have become so common, I just… Thank you so much.”

“I…” She was breathless. “I didn’t do anything…” Her throat was suddenly very dry.

“You should come home,” The woman said, “Tony was so worried, he’s going to be thrilled that you actually put up a fight to save the girls.”

(y/n) wanted to shake her head, but the woman insisted some more. Morgan grinned and held the girl’s hand before nodding once more.

“I’m Ironman’s daughter.” She said, winking.

“I don’t think Ironman would want you to go around saying that to strangers.” (y/n) said, holding Morgan’s hand in hers, smiling at her.

“But you kicked that woman’s ass!” Morgan said, whispering.

(y/n) chuckled before following after Morgan’s mother, and sitting inside the car. She was definitely wealthy, but for some reason, (y/n) felt uncomfortable. She was just a random woman, with no relation to (y/n), so why did she see her in her vision? Peter too, it made no sense. She saw Natasha, and Natasha was the one who trained her; and her purpose was done. She saw Peter, but what purpose did Peter have to serve? What purpose did Morgan’s mother have to serve?

Ironman? So this is Tony Stark’s wife and daughter, (y/n) thought inside her head. Looking at Morgan, (y/n) grinned when the child smiled at her, watching her curiously.

“What’s up, Morgan?”

“What’s your name?” Morgan asked, tilting her head cutely.

Just as (y/n) was about to answer, Morgan’s mother’s phone rang.

“Yes, Tony, she’s fine, we’re coming back now. I’m bringing the girl home too. There was this girl who stayed behind and helped Morgan out, inside. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know what would have happened.”

(y/n) blushed. No one had spoken about her like that before, especially not in front of her. The drive to Tony Stark’s place actually didn’t take as long as she expected. What she liked about the area was how green it was, a small cabin, enough for a small family. Her heart warmed at the sight of Morgan running inside, causing her mother to look at (y/n) and smile.

“You have very pretty eyes.” She said to (y/n), causing her to blush more.

You’re very beautiful, (y/n) thought internally, but didn’t say aloud. Once she was inside, she spotted the fourth and final person from her vision, staring right back at her, with an almost knowing expression. She blinked, wondering if he had recognized her somehow, but chose to keep quiet until he said something first. Strangely, she was not too surprised to spot him after having spotted Morgan’s mother. Tony Stark grinned widely at (y/n), and invariably, (y/n) felt at home.

“So you’re the fighter girl,” Tony said, chirpily. “Have we met? I feel like we’ve met? Have I come to your school or something years ago?”

(y/n) let out a breath, feeling all too nervous. He had seen her? That wasn’t possible. She let out a chuckle, indicating that she was nervous.

“Pepper, this calls for a nice dinner.”

“P-Pepper?” (y/n) asked, feeling her heart rate accelerate.

The woman in question looked slightly embarrassed and said, “With all the commotion, I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Virginia Potts, Tony calls me Pepper for short. What’s your name?”

All of a sudden, (y/n) understood. Her eyes widened all too slowly, but once they did, everything around her numbed. It numbed in sound, visuals and every other sensory function; she had finally understood. She slowly turned to the blonde woman, Pepper, her eyes still wide, but couldn’t hear a word anyone was saying. It was as if she was sinking in water, inaudible sounds came from Tony’s mouth.

Tony.

Pepper is linked to her father.

Turning to Tony, her eyes filled with tears, but she couldn’t blink them away in time. A stray tear trickled down her left cheek, her jaw opening slightly, the feeling in her fingers gone. Tony seemed to stop talking and was now just looking at her, and when Morgan grabbed her hand, every feeling came back, crashing into her like a tidal wave.

She almost gasped at the intensity.

“You alright, kid?” She closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her forehead, and looked at Morgan, who was watching her cautiously.

Morgan is Tony Stark’s daughter.

And so was she.

Suddenly, she heard Peter’s voice. Peter was the only one in the vision whose purpose remained a mystery, with her having found out the reason for the other three. Peter’s voice lulled her into a reverie, a reverie that revealed more at that second if only she had paid attention.

Why is Tony Stark looking for you?

She felt her body suddenly shake, Pepper coming forward to help her but (y/n) put out an arm and shook her head. She felt the need to hide her face, she didn’t want Tony to see her, she didn’t want to be found; if there was anything that could stop her from becoming a God then it was him, sitting there on his living room couch, watching her with curious eyes.

He has a family, she thought, walking backwards. He doesn’t need more, he has a family, I’m not welcome, I can’t be, she thought, turning around and muttering a quiet apology. She rushed out, as awkward as it may have been, and made a run for it.

She may have been Tony Stark’s daughter, but he certainly wasn’t her dad.

❅

It was after a long time that Peter saw (y/n) on her roof again. He had made it a habit to go around her roof on most of his patrols, hoping to see her there sometime, training or reading or whatever that signified her. Ever since she was injured, she hadn’t come up to the roof at all, and even though he was glad she was resting and not overworking herself, he missed her there. He missed how the two of them would sometimes sit and talk about random things; he missed the silly details she would give him of animals and birds.

So that Saturday evening, he saw there on her roof, wiping away tears. His stomach flipped as he landed close to her, before going over to sit by her side. He removed his mask, since she knew his real identity.

“Hey…” He said, thinking twice on whether or not to take her hand in his.

In the end, he didn’t go for it. However, when he saw her wipe the last bit of tears away, his heart broke. She turned to him, eyes still watery, and embraced him, placing her chin on his shoulder, and Peter’s arms wrapped around her naturally. He waited for her to say something because he knew she needed time to compose herself. Seeing her this vulnerable almost made him feel a little relieved, not because he liked what he saw but because she allowed herself to reveal her weak moment to him.

“Hey…” She responded to his initial greeting, earning a smile from him.

They were quiet for a moment. Their breaths tackled each others’ and she didn’t meet his eyes. Peter wondered what would have happened if she did, his heart was in his throat, and several thoughts flew in his mind. He kept his gaze fixed at her, not looking away, not wanting to miss even the smallest of reactions that appeared on her face. She sniffed, before wiping away more tears, and blinked a couple of times, matching the fluttering of his heart.

“Can I take you up on that offer?” She asked, her voice raspy.

Peter blinked, not following. She looked up at him now, her eyes meeting his, and he swore to all Gods that she was perhaps the best thing he had laid eyes on; all addictions made sense to him now that she was in his life. She, single-handedly, managed to take his breath away and Peter would willingly give her any that was left.

But, as if it was an afterthought, Peter understood what she was talking about.

“Star Wars?” He whisper-yelled, excitedly.

When (y/n) giggled, he could feel himself masking his pride. Since when had making her laugh become something he could take deep pride in? She nodded and smiled at him, the corners of her eyes narrowing, and Peter smiled back, his heart warm, his life set.

“Of course! Tonight?” (y/n) nodded, and it was then she realized it.

She didn’t move because she didn’t want it to change. Her face reddened at the thought. Her eyes darted down, cautiously, not wanting to move Peter’s hand that was now resting on hers. She smiled a soft smile before looking back at him, going on and on about something related to Star Wars.

That evening, after Peter’s Patrol, he came home with his laptop and a bunch of snacks. (y/n) blinked as she opened her window and let him inside, her room now suddenly cleaner than before. Peter looked around and smiled at the girl, before plopping himself on her bed. When she sat beside him, the two of them paused for a moment before looking at one another.

Their faces were inches apart, their shoulders touching. It was as if something invisible was pulling them to each other, a strange force in the air that was telling Peter to grab her and hold her and filling indecent thoughts in (y/n)’s mind. As if they had noticed this hesitation, both of them bolted. Clearing their throats, the two scurried aside and placed a billow between them, feeling heat rush to their cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry,” Peter let out, which was followed by, “I-It’s alright,” from her.

“What’s the first movie called?” She asked, wanting to change the topic.

“A N-New Hope.” Peter said, coughing once more.

When the movie started to play, (y/n) was strangely excited. During her stay in New York, this was the first movie she was watching with a friend, and it filled her heart with a fuzzy feeling. Peter watched her as she watched the movie, a soft smile playing on his lips, finding everything she did amusing; she was so beautiful, she was so strong, and yet so mysterious; he knew nothing about her but he knew he liked her. He liked her, God, he couldn’t even begin to explain this feeling. Sure, he felt strongly for Liz Allen, but that was nowhere close to whatever this was.

Peter turned back to the movie and chuckled to himself at his not so new revelation.

The next day in school, neither of them tell Ned or MJ that they had binged all of the sequel movies the night before. To (y/n) and Peter, it was now a secret that they shared amongst themselves, which they communicated using secret smiles, which no one else had access to.

During lunch, MJ and (y/n) were having an animated conversation about democracy, something that (y/n) knew a lot about. Peter was holding his lunch tray, watching (y/n) talk as he approached them. Not aware of a stray piece of fruit was in front of him on the floor, Peter tripped, falling flat on the table MJ and (y/n) were sitting at, sending his food tray flying downwards. (y/n) stood up to help him, grabbing what could be eaten off the food tray before it hit the ground, holding Peter’s hand and helping him up.

“Are you okay?” She asked, her face once again merely inches away from his, and Peter gulped. Just as he was about to stand, he slipped again, this time on absolutely nothing but his shyness.

Ned slapped his forehead before grabbing Peter by his bag and helping him up. Just as (y/n) sat back down, and MJ giving him a weird look, Ned turned to his friend and glared at him.

“What was that?” Ned whisper-yelled.

“I-I… I think I like (y/n)—”

“You think? You’ve been ogling at her ever since you laid eyes on her, and you think you like her? Peter, get a grip.”

Peter was blushing harder than he ever had before.

❅

That evening, (y/n) was walking back home, thinking of watching the prequel movies by herself since Peter didn’t want to watch them. She liked this thing she had with Peter, when he was not being Spiderman; not that she ever wanted him to forgo his duties as a superhero. As if she were caught thinking of him, she stopped when Spiderman landed right in front of her. Her eyes were wide, but a smile broke out on her face.

“Hi, Spidey.” (y/n) said, still walking. Spiderman accommodated and walked backwards, his face still facing her.

(y/n) squinted a bit before giggling once at what he was doing, before shaking her head, “What are you doing?”

Spiderman spread his hands to his side and said, “Why, I’m merely guiding a citizen home.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes. Peter’s heart almost stopped when she giggled again, at something he said, and found it oddly comforting that she knew he was Spiderman. And she wasn’t someone who needed to be protected too well, since she could hold her own rather well. Better than me, actually, he thought, albeit a bit proudly.

Suddenly, she stopped moving. Spiderman blinked and wondered what happened, noticing her carefree features suddenly turn into one of concentrated anger.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, seriously.

“It’s one of them.” She knew he didn’t have a clue of what she was talking about, but since Spiderman had saved her life from one of those creatures, she knew he picked up on her signal.

What she didn’t understand was what this creature was; the Boar was someone else entirely, and she had killed the Hyena and the Wolf. Who was this woman? And why did she not smell like the henchmen? Turning to her side, she spotted an old garbage disposal warehouse, and she knew that the woman was there. Turning to Spiderman, she nodded once before running toward the building, with him following right behind her.

She’s sneaky, (y/n) thought before entering the place. However, both Peter and (y/n) froze on the spot with who they saw in front of them. In the middle of the large warehouse sat Natasha Romanoff, tied up and gagged, looking at them with confusion. Beside Natasha stood the woman, pointing a gun at Nat’s head, smirking at the two of them. (y/n) had not seen Natasha in years, and seeing her like this after this gap caused her to feel nothing short of rage.

“Black Widow?!” Peter exclaimed, clearly confused.

“Peter,” (y/n) let out, “Pull that gun from her and free Natasha.”

Peter nodded and quickly used his webs to pull the gun from the woman, as (y/n) ran after her. Immediately going behind Natasha, Peter noticed how intricately the knots were tied, and he’d take a couple of minutes to free the woman. Meanwhile, (y/n) grabbed the green-eyed woman’s hand and twisted it behind her back, kicking her knee to the ground. The woman escaped briefly, before punching her, (y/n) caught her arm and kicked her in the chest, sending her backwards. As the two of them fought, (y/n) grabbed her dagger and turned it around her hand.

Natasha noticed the dagger and her suspicion was confirmed. This is (y/n), she thought as Peter struggled to free her. Natasha was foolish to have believed the woman when she looked helpless. The green eyed woman had come running to Natasha when she was going to get some coffee, and gestured to the building as if something had gone wrong. Falling into a trap like that, Natasha cursed at herself if nothing else.

(y/n) landed one more kick to the woman, before noticing how she was about to run again. But before she could make a run for it, Natasha grabbed the woman from the back and held her to (y/n). She nodded at (y/n) once and gestured for her to do it quickly. (y/n) held her dagger and approached her steadily.

Something then happened that scared (y/n). The green-eyed woman’s face morphed into something else—it was changing and both Peter and (y/n) looked at her with disgust. However, once this morphing ended, (y/n)’s eyes widened with fear.

There, staring right back at her, was the face of her mother, Artemis. No way, she thought, her grip on the dagger loosening. Tears filled her eyes as she almost forgot about who the woman was, it was as if she was suddenly in a daze, moving slowly toward what looked like her mother.

“Do it, (y/n)!” Peter screamed, but she could not hear him.

She walked towards the woman Natasha was holding and held the dagger to her side. Her mother’s face was staring back at her, smiling now, teary eyed. Pressing her lips together, (y/n) felt tears run down her eyes as she shoved the dagger into the woman’s heart, closing her eyes a moment after. Once again, like the Wolf, she turned to absolutely nothing and eroded away.

Falling to her knees, (y/n) breathed before wiping the tears from her eyes. Natasha watched her, knowing full well that the face she had seen was that of her mother’s. Peter crouched beside the girl and held her, holding her in his arms, and she was holding him back.

Natasha knelt in front of her and listened.

“That was… That was—”

“Was that the face of your mother?”

Peter froze before looking at (y/n), who nodded weakly. Natasha placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder and looked down, feeling nothing but torment. Looking up at Peter, she cocked an eyebrow.

“Not friends, huh?”

Peter immediately released the girl, earning a chuckle from both women. The three of them head to (y/n)’s house at her request; (y/n) was tired of keeping secrets from the both of them now, Peter had literally been there twice when a henchman or whatever that was attacked her, and Natasha killed a henchman five years ago. It was time, she realized, to spill the beans.

Natasha on the other hand was dying to tell the girl about Tony, but something told her that this wasn’t the right time. She would tell Tony where the girl lived, so that Pepper could come and talk to her, but today wasn’t it. As soon as they reach the girl’s house, Natasha makes herself comfortable on the couch, and Peter sat on the chair, making sure not to sit beside (y/n) in front of Natasha.

When (y/n) began explaining to them about who she was, Natasha wasn’t too shocked. Her teammate was a literal God, so this made sense; however, there was something else she noticed about (y/n) that she hadn’t noticed before. Narrowing her eyes, she saw ambition in the girl, and not the good kind. Something had changed massively, and the girl’s inherent curiosity was lost. Natasha wondered if the five years being on her own had done this to her, but she knew there was more to this eerie feeling than that.

A knock sounded on the door and in came Apollo, bandaged up. His gaze fell on Natasha and Peter, who sat wearing his spider suit but no mask. On seeing Apollo, he saw his English professor Alec, and froze up. He immediately stood up and put his hands in front of him in defense.

“T-This is just a costume, p-professor!”

“Professor?” Natasha asked, confused.

Apollo blinks and looks at his niece, who merely shrugged. A second later, Peter calmed.

“Wait, what are you doing here?”

Apollo slapped his forehead.

“He’s Apollo, Peter.”

Natasha chuckled at Peter’s cluelessness. However, when (y/n) continued her story, including the bit about Pepper, Peter paused.

“Pepper, as in—”

“Pepper Potts, yes. My father is Tony Stark.” (y/n) said, cleaning her dagger.

Natasha was most surprised about this. Narrowing her eyes cautiously, she turned to the girl, “You knew?”

“Recently.” (y/n) didn’t want to go into detail about that meeting.

“You came here looking for him. You should go meet him—”

“What use is that to anyone?” (y/n) asked coldly.

Peter suddenly didn’t recognize her. He watched her, confused out of his mind and also shocked because she was Mr. Stark’s illegitimate daughter. He turned to Apollo, who was sitting on another chair, looking not too pleased either.

“(y/n), you came here for him. You came to America to find your father, settle down and have a life. Getting away from a place like Olympus, it doesn’t make sense that you’re only trying to get back—”

“Those things are not for me, Natasha.” (y/n) said, looking at her with a cold expression.

Peter narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean? Mr. Stark will be thrilled to—”

“I’m a demigod, Peter. I’m going to become a God after I fulfil this prophecy, and when that happens, I won’t need Mr. Stark. I won’t need anything from the mortal world. I’m finishing things here because it’s a lot easier than going back to Olympus as a demigod.” (y/n) said, narrowing her eyes.

“Y-You’re leaving?” Peter asked, feeling the back of his eyelids burn.

“I have nothing here that can me stay.”

He pressed his lips together and frowned. He had never before found it hard to speak his mind when the time called for it, but right then, Peter was afraid. He was afraid to say a few words that perhaps might have made her change her mind. He was afraid to say, ‘What about me?’

❅

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