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[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Kokushibo, Douma (mentioned), the Slayers (mentioned).

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, choking, blindfolding, creampie, unprotected sex, slight bdsm, language, dirty talk, car sex, semi-public sex, slight yandere behavior, possessive behavior, graphic depiction of violence, plotting murder, curruption kink, reckless driving style.

Plot: Muzan leads you into the unknown and you come to terms with the fact that the ambitious politician has blood on his hands. A violent argument ended with Muzan bewitching you once again. Your body and your mind belong to him. However, he cares about you more than he allows you to know. As you peacefully rest on his bed, he plots his vendetta against a mysterious company of assassins: the Slayers.

PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE| PART FOUR| PART FIVE | PART SIX

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THE THREAT.

Ten minutes of silence. You did not dare to speak, he did not bother talking to you. You wondered what was on his mind. His hair were unusually disheveled, his bright eyes focused on the road and his grip on the steering wheel tightened second by second. His knuckles were white and his jaw clenched.

You did not dare to turn your head towards him and face him properly. You were scared to even roll down the window, how could you find the courage to make eye-contact with him? All you did was merely glancing at him and analyze his body language through your peripheral. The last time you checked, you saw his jugular pulsing at an irregular pace from beneath the collar of his snow-white shirt.

That was not a good sign.

You had no idea of where you were going, but he had taken the motorway. You were terrified, guilty, upset and, frankly, you were even mad at him. Where did this rage come from? What had you done to make him turn into a feral beast? Was this the real Muzan Kibutsuji?

Your dispirited eyes burnt for the tears you had shedded earlier and all you did was watching the landscape change outside the window. The high speed he was driving at was preventing you from clearly discerning the roadsigns and you rested your forehead against the cold glass in search for comfort. It was only then, when you realised you were venturing into the unknown with a man you barely knew, with a criminal, that insecurities and dark thoughts crept under your skin.

What if he was going to murder you? What if he was just searching for the right place to dig a grave for you to rot in?

You let out a shaky breath, clamping your mouth shut in a pitiful attempt to repress a groan of frustration to escape your lips. Was it the way you were going to die? You clutched the black fabric of your skirt in your fists and batted your eyes close, trying to steady your uneven breath. Well, if you were really going down, you would have not left this world without a fight.

"Muzan" you feebly broke the silence.

The raven-haired man did not dignify you with an answer. His eyes were still settled on the horizon as he overtook a grey utility car standing on his path. It was a mystery how you had not got into a car crash yet. But you were about to die anyway, right? Did it really matter how your death was going to be narrated by the newspaper?

"Muzan, please" you tried again, sitting up and darting your eyes on him.

The man who had had the ability of giving you headaches in fourty-eight hours of living together did not even pay attention at you. It seemed as if you were air, as if you were a ghost calling out his name in vain. Despite that, you were not going to give up easily. If there was a thing he could not claim and forge, something personal that you were not going to change for anyone, not even for him, was your personality.

You loathed not being listened to, even more you hated it when people pretended you did not exist. Therefore, the next words leaving your mouth dripped anger and contempt.

"Hey, I am talking to you, shithead!" you snapped, jabbing your finger at him in irritation.

Muzan's eyes widened at your abrupt change of tone "Watch your tongue, girlie" he snorted, fighting his impulse to pull over and choke an apology out of you. He knew women, he knew exactly what drove them crazy and, apparently, you were not the exception.

Although, actually, you were his exception. That was all that mattered to him.

You exhaled through your nostrils, throwing your hands in the air in the process "Okay, I'm sorry, alright? It's just that I would like to get a feedback, when I am talking to you" you pinpointed, earning a scornful side-eye from him.

You found it absurd how he could give you such controversial feelings. He made you feel on cloud nine, he gave you butterflies and then he scared you to death, he made you regret your decision to stay by his side and... And he made you feel miserable. Just like he was doing now.

He arched a dark eyebrow "Ironic, isn't it?" he hissed, running his fingers through his hair and keeping just one hand on the leather steering wheel.

"What?" you quipped.

"Demanding a feedback from me, when you literally do whatever you fucking want! I had asked only a goddamn thing of you, Y/N, was it really that hard to listen to me?" he roared, pushing the gas pedal harder with each word he spitefully threw at your face.

There you were, it had begun.

You gulped down, holding on your seat for dear life "Bloody Hell, Muzan, Douma was about to kill her! Was I supposed to stay in the car and watch him cut her into smithereens?" you replied, voice raising exponentially at his affirmations.

Was he really making a fuss about it? You knew you probably should have not hopped down of the car, but you were not going to sit idly when a girl was being tortured to death.

Muzan steered to the right, his eyes blazing with wrath. It was not just the fact that you had ignored his recommendation to stay in the car. It was the fact that you had left with Douma. Out of everyone, you had spent hours in his company, blessing him with your presence, with your smiles. Maybe, who knew, even something more than that.

He chose not to reply, he knew that if he did it now, words meant to be unspoken were probably going to roll out of his tongue. But, as the car entered a forest glade unfamiliar to you, your stomach clenched at the sight before your wary eyes and you finally spat it out.

"Muzan, are you going to kill me?" you asked him, tears welling up in your eyes. Were you serious? How could you even think that he was going to hurt you?

"You are such a child" he bitterly commented, although a small smile curled his lips.

You were capable to mess with his head in a way no one had ever done before. He knew more about you than he actually let you know. Saying that he was obsessed with you was an understatement. You were his perfect match and, sooner of later, you would have fallen for him. It was hard to keep up with you, though. You were not as naïve as he thought you were.

He did not want to overshadow your purity. He just intended to envelope it with his darkness to keep you safe.

"Fuck you" you uttered then, as he pulled over.

In a split second, you reached out for the handle, not even glancing at him to assess his reaction before trying to escape your fate. What a pity. His hand grasped your wrist, forcing you to stop, and he tugged you back towards him. Your head whipped towards his deadly visage, your lower lip quivering in fear. Oh, he was definitely going to kill you, was he not?

"What did you say?" he quizzically asked you, his plum red eyes boring into your watery ones. He could see you were terrified, your breath uneven as he grasped your jaw to keep the intense eye-contact with you. He expected you to stay silent at this point, to keep your mouth shut, yet you surprised him once again.

"I said 'fuck you'. – you murmured, your hands snapping up in dispair, latching onto his forearm, to shove his hand off of you – You repulse me" you barked, watching how his angelic features wrinkled into a mask of hatred and rage. You closed your eyes, when he suddenly yanked your hair back, forcing you to crane your neck and exposing your throat at him, at his vicious eyes.

He was calculating his every move, taking his time in manhandling you like a fragile puppet. You waited, you waited for the fatal blow to arrive, because you were sure he was going to slit your throat, or choke you. But shivers ran down your spine, as you felt his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses down the tender flesh of your sensitive sweet spot. You whimpered, mouth agape, while his soft touch made the fear slowly leave your heart.

Your eyes fluttered open and you hisitantly loosened your grip on his forearm, slithering your hand up his arm to rest on his firm bicep instead. You could tell he was still mad, the air was thin and his kisses, despite being affectionate, were fervish, rough. You did not know what crossed his mind as he stroked his nose against your cheekbone.

"You are an idiot. I've cancelled a conference to save you. Now tell me, sweetheart, why would I want to kill you?" he purred in your ear, tangling his fingers through your hair gently and nibbling at your earlobe suavely.

What a cocky bastard.

He was toying with you, playing with your emotions, pulling the strings of your heart. He was a puppet master, a devious, manipulative man who knew how to break you.

"Because you're a criminal" you breathed out then, ignoring the heat pervading your cheeks. His cologne was intoxicating, the path he drew along your skin with his lips burnt. Was fighting even an option at this point?

You heard him chuckling hoarsely, his hand cupping your cheek and ducking your head down, until your eyes met "Ah-ah, choose your words carefully, sweetheart. That's a tough talk for someone like you" he singsonged, brushing his thumb on your cheekbone almost lovingly. But you knew better than falling for it.

"I'm speaking facts. You are a murderer just like Douma" you said, only to see his eyes clouding over in annoyance. You had hit a nerve, had you not?

"Don't say his name ever again, woman" he hissed through gritted teeth. While it was undeniable that he was playing his cards right, he could say the same about you. Did you really have the gall to push his limits?

You scoffed, as you defiantly quirked an eyebrow up at him "Why? – you chimed, sneering at the man in front of you – Why does it disturb you? I can love whoever I want privately, right? It's in the contract! The same contract you drew up yourself" you mockingly reminded him of that specific clause not bonding you to be strictly faithful to him.

At least, in private.

Muzan fumed in anger and in that very moment you saw your end in his shimmering red eyes. He chuckled darkly to himself, his tongue swirling out to moisten his lips. A maniac, he looked like a maniac.

It happened in a split second. His hands grasped your hips, his fingertips digging into the plushness of your waist as he lifted you up and sat you on his lap. You yelped, hands holding onto his shoulders for support as he dragged his seat back. He was not laughing anymore, he was not gentle at all as he forced you to straddle him.

But, above all, he did not falter as he leant towards your left ear and whispered a thing you knew he would have been capable of doing without hesitation. It was not an empty threat.

"Make sure I will not find it out then, sweetheart, because I will fill the bathtub with his blood, buy the most expensive bottle of champagne and sip on it, as I watch you dive into your lover's guts" he cooed, making your stomach clench.

Did he know about the kiss you shared with Douma? He probably did not. You were wise enough to understand that if you had a secret, it was better to keep it to yourself until the day you died and, maybe, even bury it with your corpse.

"You need therapy. You are a psychopath" you stated, heart thrumming into your chest as his hand slided down your bare inner thigh.

Muzan flashed you a seraphic smile, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties "Perhaps. – he reasoned, grasping the back of your neck with his other hand to pull your head closer to his – You think you are a good girl, don't you? Wake up to reality, love. You are not as good as you think you are" he murmured, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

You trembled under his touch, butterflies fluttering into your stomach for his sudden sugarcoated mannerism. It jarred with the words falling from his sinful lips and cursed yourself for allowing him to have a firm grasp over your mind, over your heart. You were defenseless, when he showed you what a real love story with him might have felt like.

"I am a good person, I know I am" you softly replied, earning a chuckle from him.

Muzan smiled, his lips capturing yours in a passionate, slow kiss. You felt on cloud nine, your shaking hands grasping his collar to pull him even closer to you. He tasted like coffee, cigarettes and danger. Yet, if he was so bad, if you should have kept your distance, why did you feel so intoxicated, so attracted to him?

Your teeth clashed as he asserted his dominance over you, his fingers pushing your panties to the side as he tongue explored your mouth. Dear God, he was a good kisser. A soft moan escape your throat, as he started to draw figures eight on your bundle of nerves.

"I'll tell you a secret – he purred, before biting your bottom lip softly and tugging at it, before letting go with a small pop – You think you are a good person because you haven't killed someone yet. Maybe, it still does not occur to you, but you are my woman. You are already doomed" he crooned, watching how you clamped your eyes shut and lolled your head back in ecstasy.

You were such a sinful, beautiful sight to behold and you were his.

Once he had made sure you were wet enough for his fingers to dive into your core, he slowly inserted them. You winced, your walls still sensitive for his rough pace in the early morning, but how could you deny yourself the bliss of going adrift, of venturing into the limitless ocean of pleasure he was leading you to?

"I am the devil, love. People say I am the incarnation of Satan... – he chortled, a glint of malice sparkling into his bloodshot irises as he curled his fingers into you – You have said 'yes' to me. The world already knows you are evil too" he stated, as you screeched his name on the verge of your orgasm.

Muzan Kibutsuji was no good. Muzan was evil, you were not. Then why were you really questioning your morals, as he carefully switched your positions and hovered over you?

Why could you not find the right words to fire something back? You, the most argumentative person the world had ever met, were speechless.

You stared at him enamoured with him. He grinned down at you, slipping his fingers underneath his tie to loosen the knot and hastily untie it. You gasped, when he proceeded to blindfolding you. Everything was new to you and he was aware of it.

He simply enjoyed being your first. Whatever you were going to do with someone else, you would have always thought about him, about the first time he introduced you to a certain practice.

"You look gorgeous, if it wasn't obvious" he said, undoing the buttons of your shirt carefully, not to rip them off. You blushed, goosebumps raising on your stomach as he planted his hand over it.

"M-Muzan... What if someone catches us like that?" you asked him, as his hand reached behind you to unclasp your bra.

You heard him discard it somewhere behind you, probably on the backseats. Your nipples, hardened by the cool air and your arousal, finally came to his vision and he did not waste time in wrapping his mouth around the left one. You whimpered, desperate to see him, and you unintentionally bucked your hips up, brushing your core against his groin.

He groaned, his mouth leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, stopping only to unbuckle his belt and free his bulge from the tight restriction of his boxers.

"What do you want me to say? Would you love me to kill them? – he joked, helping you to hoist your leg over his waist as he lined his shaft to your entrance – Or you still believe I could redeem myself and buy their silence without spilling blood?" he inquired, pushing past your folds with a slow, yet firm thrust.

You gasped, your hands gripping the headrest as he stretched you out, blowing your mind with every inch he claimed.

He hummed, his fingers latching around your neck as he bottomed out with ease "Fuck" he uttered, claiming your mouth once again in a fervent kiss. He stayed still for a few minutes, his cock twitching into you as you finally gave him your consent to move.

And he did.

As he thrusted into you, you cried out his name, the hard, rough pace he chose sending you over the edge in a way you could not believe was possible. You could not see his face, but you could feel his rage, his jealousy.

A jealousy he wanted you to know about.

His hand tilted your head to the side, his breath fanned your earlobe before he spoke "I dare you to fuck Douma. – he chortled, almost hysterically – Come on, go to him later tinight. Go to him and tell him how I turned you into a writhing mess of sweat and cum! Fuck, I dare him to touch you... I'll be glad to end his miserable life".

You moaned, legs shaking as you felt a familiar pressure coiling into your stomach. You were close to reach your climax and you boldly, selfishly begged him.

"Harder, please!" you shrieked, igniting a spark within your partner.

"Tch, look at you! Begging me to break you, when you told me I am a disgusting criminal. – he mocked you, squeezing your throat harder as he picked up his pace – How does it feel to be fucked stupid by a criminal, hm?".

You whined, as he hit your g-spot relentlessly, his thrusts getting sloppy as you orgasmed together, his seed spurting into your walls as you called his name one more time.

♚

The car ride was silent. Muzan's hand never left his place on your leg, stroking it softly from time to time. You were tired, too tired to pay attention to what was happening around you. He had promised you he was going to tell you everything about him.

Not today, though.

You did not have the energy to protest, you complied and allowed yourself to daze off into a well-deserved slumber. Muzan, on the other hand, could not sleep. Once he had parked the car, he glanced over at your sleeping frame.

Did he deserve you? Was there still a dim light of hope in his life? Maybe you were his chance to start anew again. Maybe he could really be a better man for you.

"I'm afraid I will be your downfall, love" he murmured, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before hopping down from the car and closing the door behind him gently.

Although Kokushibo had offered to pick you up and bring you to your bedroom, Muzan refused. Having you in his arms, he cradled you to his chest, as he tried his best not to wake you up.

In his mind, tormented by the fear he had felt when you had called him earlier that day, when he had heard the broken tone of your voice calling out his name, he was plotting his revenge. A filthy Slayer had dared to touch you.

His vendetta was going to wipe them off of this world, that time, for no one touched what was his and got away with it.

Therefore, once you were tucked under the silky blankets of his bed, he glanced over at his first in command. Kokushibo knew what that deadly look held behind and, when Muzan told him exactly what he had to do, he was not surprised in the slightest.

"Call the Moons. Call them all. We are plotting a mass murder tonight" the soon to be President blurted out, marching towards his office without bothering to watch his bodyguard bowing his head at him.

Blood was going to stream down the streets of that bloody city.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi, there!

As I had promised, here we are with the fifth part of the story. Honestly, I am absolutely grateful that a lot of people seem to enjoy it. Thank you so much for your support, guys! It means a lot and it’s really motivational. Muzan is a psychopath, but I love him :)

Tag list: @tired-writer04 @hjjks @kakuchosbff @yazzzmints @bookandstar @z3r0art

[doppel-doodles]

ART MOOTS APPRECIATION TIME!!!🥰🫶🫶🫶💗💗💗

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

@jayjaysmind

MAH PLATONIC HUSBAND! such a sweetie pie! Deserves all the love in the world for his art. Even better I know where you live so prepare to get all your powers stolen buster-

Ehe:> anyway very fun to playfully bully 10/10 would torment again! Also THE OCS Jay make em all public for the love everything they are so good🔫

@dortiii

BESTIE BOO I LOVE YOUUUUU! My first friend I made in the lmk fandom and I can't believe it's been so long oml- An absolutely phenomenal writer literally a beast with words it's not even funny how good she is! And artstyle? Marshmallow levels of soft just so cuteeeeeee! I would squish it no questions asked gimme🤲

Dortii walked so other Arthur simps could run. I stan them, best ship ever.

@littlethingsrae

OMG HI MOOOOOOM!🧡🧡🧡 WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I ADMIRE HERRRR, also one of the og lmk moots and I'm so grateful she is SUCH A WONDERFUL AND TALENTED FRIEND! Would die for jin and broken wings I love them thiiiiiiis much!

But no offense you failed at parenting me I am such a brat, sorry not sorry this is your fault<3

@chuitu

If there were any of my friends that I could just yoink their talent from it would be chu! My talented sibling we gotta do more stuff together SOBS their art and story are always peak not to mention they are literally one of the funniest people I ever talked to-

@camhues

OMAAAAA YOU GIVE ME CUTENESS AGRESSION!!! Absolute cutie pie that I wanna squish squish with so much love! Love all her ocs just gorgeous ladies!❤❤❤ I hold metamorphosis in my hands one of my favorite ships hands down-

Just- so much talent, so much kindness and so much silly wrapped into the cutest human being it's unfair! Also has the best reactions when messed with💙

@tamaruaart

My lil Tammy! From auntie status now you are just a lil babyyyyy! I'll defend you withy life you deserve the world YA HEAR ME?! just such talent in art it feels like Greek paintings being hit with an anime beam AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. and just a collection of stunning characters with such a great story!

I sent ya all the virtual love, one day I'll live in your walls and find the secrets of your power!

@itsalice3940

My new auntie!:DDD you'll never get your wallet back and neither will I ever stop biting you! I am a feral creature and you are my Chewtoy of choice! Get bullied loser!❤❤❤

Anyways all jokes aside, one of the most compassionate and passionate people I know and I appreciate it all so much! I feed you lore like crumbs and shall never stop because you deserve to be fed!

my lord this isn't even close to all my moots- but I shall stop here for now, part 2 will be made later I HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE TO GIVE LOVE TO SO CHECK EM OUT THEY DESERVE IT-

[batrogers]

If It Can Die, I Can Kill It

From my Feral Prompts, for @recalled11 Legend

Also on AO3, about 1200 words. Rated G, some injuries.

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Feral 10: “If it can die, I can kill it” = Recalled Legend @ a Gleeok

Link could tell there was something more than just a storm under the cloud. He’d seen the flash, even if the thunder had been muted: it hadn’t been very strong, whatever it was, but it’d come soon after. Too soon. Ravio – seated between Malon and Fairy behind him – was watching him pace but not doing anything, not yet.

He wasn’t trying to worry him; he was fine. It was far away.

It was some-thing and it was moving.

When he turned at the next pace, Wild was there in his way, almost close enough he hit him. He restrained the urge – Wild was a bad choice to pick a fight with – and smiled unpleasantly instead. He waved one hand at the thing on the edge of their view.

“What is that, anyways?”

The other man had to spell it, six letters -- gleeok, then added, “It’s a thunder one, they’re not that hard.”

“It’s in our way.” He could tell that much already. They were on a road and that fucking thing was not that far off; they’d be getting closer to it every step of the way.

Wild nodded, and Link wasn’t fucking doing that.

“If its not that hard, we can kill it.”

Wild simply tilted his head and smiled. He gestured that way once more – almost as if to say, after you – and Link bared his teeth. “Can that flying thing of yours carry two?”

It could, and it did.

The gleeok noticed them in the sky. It took exception, as only a giant beast like it could. It was a massive kind of lizard, with three heads each with a fat, bulging eye under its shimmering gold horns. Wild kept moving even as one of the heads opened its mouth and spat a flash of lightning at them. Link’s heart nearly stopped in his chest, but Wild’s flying thing kept ahead with seeming ease. Link knelt and tucked a leg around Wild’s and over the standing platform to pull his bow from a ring.

There was always a target if something had eyes. Link clung to the machine with his legs and aimed.

His first arrow missed; his second, the dragon had snapped its wings forward and threw off the arrow’s aim; it grazed a different head than intended.

“Fuck it all, turn around!” Link snapped.

Wild tried. The flying machine did not turn quickly or easily, and Link dropped one hand to brace himself on the platform, trying not to knock Wild’s footing free with his awkward positioning himself. The turn meant he was facing the wrong way to aim easily again, and he twisted to aim back the way he came.

He turned, just in time to see it bunch in place and lunge.

“Wild!”

The machine’s engine cut. The fan under him went silent and they dropped from the air like a stone for a frozen second before it snapped back alive. The lizard’s gaping mouths went over their heads; the ground rushed up below and as the flying machine caught the air and slowed their fall again, a spear of lightning slammed into the front.

Green stone burst into nothing under his hands. Wild was thrown backwards, breaking his bow and tumbling into freefall, and Link hit the ground and rolled. His magic could take the teeth out of the fall, but he still came to, dazed and sore, several dozen feet away from the pieces of his bow.

Wild wasn’t in sight. Link’s throat choked, and he looked frantically for the other man. “Wild!”

He saw green, like his tunic, somewhere far – far too far away. How far had he been thrown? It wasn’t moving.

The air was thick with static, and green as soup and the gleeok slowly settled back on the high pillar of stone from which it had watched them before. It’s horns glittered with lightning.

Link licked his lips and checked the dot that was maybe Wild again. Far enough away.

Let’s see how this thing liked losings its footing too.

Quake was easy; the ground cracked and shivered, crumbling under the dragon’s claws. He tried to stand as the spell took, and realized his leg (the leg that had been between Wild’s feet on the flying machine...) was broken. He cursed at it and twisted it back into place before he drank a health potion to stop the screaming pain. As the gleeok staggered and collapsed in full, he stood and stalked to meet it. He didn’t need a bow; healed, he pulled his sword, snapping off three quick cuts.

Three beams, to each eye.

The creature slammed to the ground, stunned, and Link looked again at the still green.

Was that far enough away? Did he trust it?

The gleeok started to stir, and he realized he didn’t have much choice. This fight had to end now. (He was so damn tired of the constant storm, ever crackle in the air put his teeth grinding...)

But he had other spells, two more copper tokens. He wasn’t going to waste his time testing lightning against lightning: Fire rained harder than lightning ever could.

He put out each eye personally after that, before he dared walk away. Certain of its death, the stillness in the spot of green left him filled with terror greater than the dark skies could bring. As he came closer, and more sure it was Wild he ran to other man’s side.

When he arrived, he could see Wild had woken at least. The other man’s eyes rolled in his head, one hand dug into the dirt. The left eye – the damaged one – was shining, flashing brilliant blue light as he made a face before focusing on Legend. He half-smiled then and raised one arm, offering it to him.

Link took his hand, confused and watched him wince. Immediately he checked the forearm – fine – then upper arm – broken.

“You want me to set it?”

Wild nodded.

Easy enough. He could do it, although Wild hissed out something that could’ve been a swear. Seconds later, he grunted, his eye flashed, and he put weight on the arm and sat up. As he pulled himself together to stand, Link watched with morbid fascination. Every time he had to hesitate, that blue eye glowed again and he crouched himself.

“Are you just healing yourself as you go?”

Wild didn’t even look at him to nod.

“Sometimes I really wish I could do that.”

Wild paused, partway through checking his legs and looked at him. It was one of the darkest expressions he’d ever seen from the man – not the wild panic he sometimes showed around certain monsters, or determination. It was more like grief, and Link regretted saying that aloud.

He didn’t say anything else, but Link didn’t think he had to. It was plain as day what it meant.

‘No. You don’t.’

Link stood and looked back towards their camp. As he had expected, once his head cleared, he could already see a dark speck running and walking their way with two others behind. He sighed. Ravio was going to have so many words for him...

“Hey Wild, if its Ravio and Flower coming, who do you think is the third about to chew us out: Twilight or Captain?”

Bonus art:

This man absolutely did not set his own leg ten minutes ago, what are you talking about.

[iamthecomet]

So hear me out!

As a fandom, we LOVE putting Dew through the wringer. Many ppl write his character as emotionally complicated and fucked up. Little guy had a hard past and does not deal well with feelings nor does he always have healthy coping mechanisms.

We have all seen fics where he deals with his shit through self harm/substance abuse, subspace, anger, age regression, animal regression, disassociation, etc.

And maybe this idea has been written before...but maybe not-

What if instead of all of the other mentioned stuff that he used to do...now that he's older he just finds it easier to go a little feral for a while in order to cope? It's natural ghoul behavior anyway. Like, when stuff starts to builds up and he stresses out badly...he starts to show the signs - he gets bitchy, distant... but now, instead of falling into a deep depression or setting shit on fire he reverts to full mindless feral pit beast?

He wanders off naked, into the woods for a few days. He eats deer and birds and bugs and stuff, crawls around in the dirt for a while until it blows over and he feels better.

And at first, everyone's kind of like "Oh shit, Dew's gone feral!" But then they realize that it's actually better than him doing all of that self/property/relationship destructive stuff or actually hurting a sibling, so they just kind of let him go and do his thing? Because they know that it will run its course and he'll come back after a week or two.

Maybe the clergy sends out an abbey-wide email announcing that there's a" feral ghoul in forest B so stay out of there for a while until it leaves the vicinity". And they put up some warning signs so people don't go out on those trails or near where he's been spotted. Kind of like how they do it in Yellowstone park or something when there's a bear or a cougar spotted near a trail so people stay off of the trail.

Anyway, that's my thought!

Gremlin

#goneferal #feralasacopingmechanism

I am so into this! It's so much easier to just walk away sometimes. To just let all the shit he's been bottling up loose in his true form. Just letting go. Slipping free of humanity in order to get his head on straight again.

It happens a few times a year, before and after tours when he's the most stressed out. I like to think sometimes others join him. Mountain will slip into his true form and just sort of hang out with him at a safe distance if Dew will tolerate it. Sometimes Aether too. They check on him, mostly just making sure he hasn't hurt himself, or wandered too close to a town or anything. But mostly he's left alone, to his own devices, to work it out on his own.

Sometimes they'll get caught up in it with him. It feels good to let go. And yeah, Siblings definitely get periodic email updates. Stay away from the eastern swamps. Don't go into the southern pine grove.

He absolutely comes back covered in dirt and scratches, hair greasy. Eyes dull and exhausted. And docile. He lets himself be ushered into a bath. He's pliable, longing for attention, his voice soft and quiet from disuse.

He stays in his room for a few days after, sleeping it off, picking at the food the others bring him. But once the exhaustion is gone he's back to his normal self again. The whole thing is a little stressful for everyone, but far less stressful than when he used to throw tantrums in the abbey, so no one is about to ask him to stop.

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Alternate Instincts Ch.14

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1518

Warnings: hrmmmm Alpha Male Macho Bullshit

Geralt went with her when she went to hand in her rent check the following week. They had to get a helmet for her when she rode behind him on his bike, a beast of a machine that roared like a demon when he started it.

“Roach?” She asked, seeing the plate on the gas tank as she got off, and he shrugged.

“It's a custom build.” He said and she took off the helmet as they went inside, Geralt taking it from her. Stopping at a door just inside the entrance, she knocked on it briefly and there was a pause before it opened.

“Stephanie.” Frank said and his eyes went to Geralt just over her shoulder. “Another Alpha?”

“I have this months rent.” Stephanie said, ignoring the question, taking the money order out of her jacket pocket. Reaching over, he grabbed a pen and signed the receipt on the bottom, tearing it off and handing it back to her for her records. “Did you hear from the Pack Council?”

“I did.” He said with a nod, “Don't like the look of this one.” Geralt just arched a brow at him. “I'll tell you the same thing I told the other one. If you infect her, she's mine.”

“Pardon?” Stephanie asked, but he ignored her.

“She'll never be yours.” Geralt said, “Her being my Mate overrides any pack claims.”

“She's human.”

“I know.”

“So she can't be your Mate.”

“She is.” Geralt said.

“She's with the other one, though.”

“She's his Mate, too.”

“How—”

“Anyway, bye.” Stephanie said and turned, trying to steer Geralt towards the door, but he didn't budge. “Geralt.” They stared at each other, Frank's shoulders tightening and his jaw clenching. “Geralt!”

“Have a nice day, Frank.” He said but didn't move until the door closed. Stephanie snatched the helmet from his hand and put it on, walking out of the building without waiting for him.

“Waiting on you, Pikachu.” She said, sitting on the bike and he paused for a second before getting on in front of her, feeling her arms come around his waist. Starting up the bike, he pulled away, heading down the street.

Riding a motorcycle wasn't really conducive to conversation, but her silence at his back held weight and she was off it the moment he rolled to a stop at the cabin, taking the helmet off and leaving him out front as she walked inside. He headed inside after another moment, Sy standing in the living room looking up the stairs.

“What's with Steph?” He asked, “If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under."

“Met her landlord.” Geralt said, “He told me the same thing he told you.”

“He still breathin'?”

“Yes.” Geralt said.

“Alpha Male Macho Bullshit!” Stephanie yelled down the stairs and they both leaned over to look up them.

“I may have stared him down.” Geralt admitted with a shrug.

“Sweetheart, the Council don't put red flags on Alphas for nothin'!” Sy called up the steps, “This guy is puttin' claims on you that he has no right to put!”

“I'm not a wolf so hypothetical claims don't mean shit!” She said, “He doesn't own me, and neither do any of you!”

“We know—!” He paused, “I'm not yellin' up the goddamn stairs in my own goddamn house.” He grumbled and headed up them with Geralt in tow, finding her in Mike's room. “We know that, doll, we ain't sayin' we do, but you're our Mate, and with the complaints Geralt dug up on him, we don't like that he's tryin' to make you a member of his pack, hypothetical or not.”

“He put one of his wolves in the hospital.” Geralt said, “A Null named Hunter, for blood loss and shock. It was reported, anonymously, a few weeks back.”

“What he do?” Sy asked.

“Ripped his wolf out of him.” Geralt said and Sy winced.

“Shit.”

“A) what's a Null, and B) “ripped his wolf out of him”?” Stephanie asked.

“Null wolves are wolves that don't manifest as anything during their first shift. They're not a part of the pack hierarchy, but they're of sound mind, so they're not Ferals.” Geralt explained.

“He forced him to shift, babe.” Sy said, “Some Alphas can do it. It can be done to help a wolf heal, or it can be done as a way to hurt'em, depends on how heavy handed you are with it. Sounds like Frank was very heavy handed with it, if it landed the Null in the hospital.”

“That's...” She paused, “Was he all right?” Geralt nodded.

“Physically, anyway, once he was released.” He said and they watched her anger build like a slow fire, her jaw tightening and her eyes hardening. “Stephanie.”

“He shouldn't be in charge of a pack.” She said, “If he's hurting them, he shouldn't be in charge,”

“I agree,” Sy said, “But it ain't my territory and it ain't my call. If any of us go and challenge him, it might be seen as poachin', red flag or not.”

“Geralt.”

“This is outside of what I do.” He said, “I don't like it, but Frank isn't a Feral so I can't touch him.”

“This is shit.”

“It sure is.” Sy said, “But these laws are in place so it ain't the Wild West between packs. We can't be rollin' up with a posse because the Sheriff in the town over is a dick.”

“He put. One of them. In the hospital.” Stephanie said and he sighed.

“I know, babe.” Sy said, “But we can't do anythin' unless he does somethin' to one of us, or you, and I'm talkin' physical harm.”

“So there's nothing we can do?” Stephanie asked after a moment of silence.

“Not accordin' to our laws or yours.” Sy said, “It sucks, I know, but that's just how it is.” She just made a frustrated sound, flopping back on the bed with her hands over her face.

“You want to protect them.” Geralt said and she nodded.

“He's hurting them. He's a bully in a position of power and I hate that. You're supposed to take care of those who look to you for leadership and guidance, not abuse and take advantage of them.” She said and unseen by her, Sy and Geralt shared a look.

“Babe,” Sy started, “How would you...shit. There's no easy way to ask this.”

“Do you want one of us to infect you?” Geralt asked, with about as much tact as a brick.

“Become a wolf?” Stephanie asked, sitting up, and they nodded. “I—I don't know. I've never thought about it. My brother is a wolf, and I obviously have no problem with them, I just...I never thought about it as far as becoming one myself.”

“Your brother is a wolf?” Sy asked and she nodded.

“Jack. He had his wife infect him after they got married.” She said.

“I thought your mom didn't like wolves,” Geralt said.

“She doesn't.” She said, “Nearly had a stroke when she found out. She could just ignore or be nasty to Brit—his wife, Britannie—but Jack becoming one was a step too far.”

“What he manifest as after his first shift?” Sy asked and she thought for a moment.

“I...don't know. It was around the time I met Jordan and he didn't like it when I talked to other wolves, even if I was related to them.” Stephanie said, “Let me call him.” Taking out her phone, she selected a contact and put it on speaker as it rang.

“Hello?”

“Uh...hi, I'm trying to reach Jack Daniels?”

“Are you kidding?”

“Sorry, he must have changed his number.” She hung up, “Well, okay then.”

“Do you want me to track him down?” Geralt asked and she shrugged.

“If you want to. I figure since he changed his number and didn't let me know, he doesn't want me to have it.”

“I'll see what I can find.” Geralt said and paused, “Do you really have a brother named Jack Daniels?”

“Mom thought she was being clever. She was also a teenager when she had him, so the fact that she was naming a person was lost on her.” She said and Geralt gave a conceding shrug before walking from the room.

“How ya feelin' now?” Sy asked and she sighed.

“Pissed off, but I'm not going to go on a war path.”

“If Frank fucks up bad enough, they may send a Cleaner after him.”

“A what?”

“The Council's worst kept secret, at least among wolves.” Sy said, “Cleaners are...well, they're basically Council black ops. If the Alpha of a pack starts to make wolves look bad, or gives the Council the middle finger too many times, Council sends a Cleaner out to, well, clean house.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sure am. Never met one myself, that I know of, they don't exactly advertise it.” Sy said, “They're kinda like the bogeymen of wolves, keepin' packs in line.”

“That's some dictator level of shady bullshit right there.” Stephanie said and he shrugged.

“Keep your nose clean and you'll never have to worry about it, basically.”

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ROUND 2, MATCH 1

NO MAGIC, POWERS, WEAPONS, OR ADDITIONAL HELP FROM OTHERS

Chuuya Nakahara:

“He’s the top martial artist in the entire mafia (without using his ability), and on to of that he’s the most powerful ability user (that we know of) in Bungou Stray Dogs. If this is a normal fist fight, he could probably win without using his ability unless his opponent has some form of magic/supernatural assistance. And if they do, he could kill the pretty much instantly using his ability.  Also. I’d really like to see him win for once, because in BSD the author has to keep coming up with highly specific scenarios to justify why he’s not just wiping everyone out. Some of those scenarios include: 1) he’s just not there in the first place (he was canonically out of the country for the entire beginning of the series) 2)he gets trapped in the BSD-equivalent of an alternate dimension* (ie someplace you can’t just break out of with brute force) 3)the only guy he regularly fights has the ability to be immune to all abilities AND is the top strategist in BSD (and even so Chuuya still beats him in terms of combative skills) 4)fights that he’s about to win get interrupted by other things, causing both him and his opponent(s) to go “well I guess we could just stop fighting and call it a stalemate 🤷‍♂️  5) (spoilers for the current manga arc) he’s currently being mind controlled as a vampire (BSD vampires and the equivalent of other media’s zombies. They’re mindless or mind-controlled beings who go around biting people). He would have solved all the problems by now but the author was like “nope!” and yoinked away his free will and autonomy.  *for any BSD fans who wanna check me on calling Poe’s ability an alternate dimension, I mean in the same way other subspace-type abilities are “alternate dimensions” as Rimbaud described (counting Rimbaud, Poe, and Lucy for this type of ability), rather than referring to “alternate universes” as in Beast.”

Oliver:

“I'm going to be honest he's likely going to get his ass kicked and while "canon" is finicky because of how vocaloid works this child canonically (according to their creators) eats dirt, rocks and sometimes spiders depending on what alternative universe version you have (don't ask), they are basically feral but also sweet, they're covered in bandages and I feel like they'd take a beating anyway whee propaganda over”

“Lil blonde British boi deserves the win methinks”

“I also find funny the little British boy”

“this is a tiny little british boy who eats dirt and spiders for a living just let him die in a fight it would be hilarious he survived eating tarantulas and dirt and weird things let him die via a fistfight like he should”

“This kid eats rocks and spiders. He is unstoppable. Let the Victorian child kill.”

“Small skrunkly british victorian boy swag, also itd be funny to see a 12 year old win against everyone else”

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 28 Preview

A/N: Okay, I spent a good part of the weekend plotting out the next two chapters. I literally storyboarded this because there's so much going on and so many moving parts. Not nearly as cool as it sounds unless stick figures count lol

Two things you need to know moving forward with His Inheritance.

First, and you probably expected this. There will be a lot of physical fighting, torture, and violence in the next two chapters. This will be tagged with CW but I wanted to mention this anyway. It's going to get dark. Be prepared for the potential of secondary character death.

Second, these two chapters are going to feel like a grand finale. Does that mean we're almost done with this story? No. More like this is the end of the first act. You have been warned. 😎

Thank you for all the support on this one. It means everything to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 🙏💕

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Clint paused to see Belova’s number on his phone, especially since Steve tossed her out. He understood why his boss did it, he just didn’t entirely agree with it. Belova was young but she had a lot of potential. She was strong. Clint had no reason not to trust her.

That, more than anything, had him answering the call.

“Belova?”

“I’ve got a location on Banner,” she said.

That got his interest. “Where?”

Belova gave him the address, an apartment over a dive bar on Stark’s turf. He knew the place.

Neal’s words about Belova falling into enemy hands crossed his mind.

“How do I know you’re not walking me into a trap?” he had to ask.

“I may not be working for the Rogers family at the moment,” she said. “But I still serve Mrs. Rogers. She would want me to relay this information.”

Belova's tone was even. She sounded the same as she always did.

“Yeah, she would,” Clint said. Mrs. Rogers trusted her and considering how she’d supported him and Nat, well, that meant something to him.

“There’s more on Banner,” Belova went on quickly. “It will be sent to you from an unknown number when this call ends. I hope you’ll find it helpful.”

Clint did too. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too,” she said, ending the call.

Sure enough, the text came through a few seconds later. The attachment didn’t have much to offer about Bruce Banner. But his Senator brother? Clint had to read over it again to make sure he read it correctly. If the information he was reading got out, the scandal would likely ruin the entire Banner family.

How the hell did Belova pull it off?

He and Scott were supposed to carry out their part of the boss’s plan tonight, around midnight. Clint had almost six hours to kill before getting ready for that. Did he trust Belova? Would he find Banner if he went to that address?

Anger for every bruise, every cut on Nat’s body rushed to the surface as he considered the intel he’d just been given. His Nat would need weeks to physically heal from the beating she’d taken at the hands of her husband. The fear she’d experienced in the trap of her marriage would take a lot longer to recover from if she ever did.

Guilt clawed at him from the inside, like a feral beast. He could have put a stop to it. He could have taken her and run. He would have betrayed his loyalty to her brother, his boss. But maybe they’d be somewhere safe right now. Maybe she wouldn’t have terrible dreams and shadows behind her eyes.

Maybe Steve would have killed them.

No, Clint told her over and over that he loved her. That one day, maybe Steve would change his mind and they could be together as they were always meant to be.

And that day finally came. Neither of them dared to ask for more. Steve allowing them to be together was more than they could have hoped for.

But Nat had taken a severe beating to get them to that point. And Steve still wouldn’t have gone to check on her if hadn’t been for Mrs. Rogers insistence. Not with everything going on all around them.

He would have given anything to take that beating for Nat.  He’d felt so helpless that day when they found her like that in her husband’s house. Clint had been forced to contain the rage he hadn’t been allowed to express or act on. It had been one of the hardest things he’d done in his whole damn life. And he’d been recovering from getting shot on top of it.

But now, just maybe Belova had given him something he desperately wanted – a chance at some payback.

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IDK if ur still taking requests but… how possessive are The Archivists with Reader? Are we allowed to converse with others freely? Are we allowed to be on our own? Do The Archivist(s) want Reader’s love or do they just keep them as a prize? And if they don’t care for Reader’s love then what would happen if Reader developed feelings for someone else? Etc etc

I'M ALWAYS TAKING REQUESTS 👹👹👹 (I GO FERAL EASILY)

If I'm being completely honest, they're a little unhealthily possessive. They're strict about who you go to see, how late you stay out, etc. They do let you talk to others, yes, but if they hear even a slightly rude comment about them from whoever you're talking to, (insert owl beast moment where they get startled, dragged, and tormented a bit). You will respect them, and so will your "friends".

Honestly, they don't mind you being on your own. They'd rather focus on their own goals and achievements than entertain you or something. As long as they know where you are and can freely check on you (like we saw Collector do with his hat. Y'know, that scene where he spies on King?). They'd prefer you stay in the Archive House/Tower, but as long as you're nearby, and as I already said, can see you, you're fine.

Of course they want your love and affection. But hell, they want that from everybody. They believe they deserve it. They are your gods. They are meant to be loved and worshipped and even envied by those less powerful than them (hence why they destroyed the titans. The oppressive don't like being oppressed themselves).

As sad as it is, they mostly view you as a prize to be won. You're mortal, anyway. You'll die eventually. Why go through the trouble of getting attached? What's that? They can literally use their magic to stop you from dying? Can't hear you!! Too busy boasting about how great they are! However, if you were to die, they'd either secretly be distraught, or, shrug and move on while missing you from time to time.

As strange as it is, now that I think about it, it's sort of both? They mostly view you as a prize to be won/a trophy, but why else would they keep you around and demand to hear words of validation and affection? They do care, just not enough to show it. They will not show vulnerability.

You wouldn't dare. You quite literally cannot leave them, they won't let you. They'll simply bring you back and gaslight you if you ever tried. You WILL love them. You will do whatever they ask of you without question or hesitation. They don't want to have to gaslight you, they don't know of any other way to make you love them, because that's all they know works. They cannot fathom the idea of having to spend time with a mortal for no trophy or anything. "Just "making memories"? Can I at least film or something so I have something to archive?". Speaking of this, if they had penstagram, they'd probably have private accounts just filled with you if they had to spend time with you. They want SOMETHING to collect/preserve, at least.

[bluemoonwolf17]

Small Idea on Optic/eye colors but make it Feral

Okay, so I really like an Au where Optimus is somewhat feral. He grew up in the wastelands of Cybertron and so he had to fend for himself until Alpha Trion or somebot took him in.

And I had an idea what if Optimus’s eyes change color if he goes feral, I like to think he would be able to go into a “Feral Mode” and his eyes would probably change to show he’s in that mode.

I kind of imagine it as a code in their processors so if it’s a code implanted into the processor technically, you could call upon that code if you choose to, I kind of had another idea about that.

What if the code can be transferred to an offsprin’ if that's true, if Optimus ever has a sparklin’ there is a chance that the code could be dormant in his sparklin’ and I think dependin’ on how feral somebot is the more potent the code is.

And I kinda did a thin’ with the cybertronian's optics and their colors

I was gonna actually draw an eye but I didn’t feel like it, so this is what I did now this is just a rough sketch. So it may or may not change in the near future.

And yes I know that Breakdown had more of a darker yellow I just didn’t have enough room for it, and I did try to get the colors as close as I could without doin’ a color grab.

I started this last night and I had an itch to make an animation of the optic changing into the “feral state”. It was actually quite fun to make although I've never done it before so it was a new experience for me.

It's actually kinda cool, anyways I'm gettin’ off track.

What if the full feral state is dangerous because there’s a 50-50 chance that you won’t be able to go back to the normal state of mind. I can imagine that most of the bots in the wasteland got killed because of that fact.

Nothin’ can get them out of that state if they can't get back to normal themselves they’re goin’ to be killed on sight, so Orion/Optimus only uses that as a last resort.

Also, I think besides the optics changin’ I think their denta would get sharper and their digits would also get sharper kinda like Megatron's teeth and digits but not like his shark teeth just the lower and upper canines.

I also think that there's a way to tell that they have the feral code. It's very subtle unless you’re looking for it and I think that it's different with each bot.

They’re also looked down on in Cybertron’s society there “feral” and “uncontrollable beasts” Orion had a lot of controversy in the higher society most thought he was goin’ to damage the Iacon, News flash glitch he never did!

Orion probably even hides somewhere high and I mean HIGH to the point where they got seekers to check the high spots in the Iacon they never found him though but most seekers that would be sent to find Orion would claim to feel that they were bein’ watched but could never find the source or they refused to ever try to look for Orion again #traumatized.

They also swore whenever a seeker would refuse to ever go look for Orion again they heard the feral little thin’ giggle.

Well sadly that is all I have for this idea for now, I can’t really think of anythin’ else but I really do like the idea of Orion\Optimus bein’ a feral little slag

….But now I have an idea about Optimus goin’ feral ...oh no I already have too many docs that I haven't finished, no bad brain!

[slashingdisneypasta]

OK EVER SINCE YOU ANSWERED THE SAD SMARTY-POP EXCERPT, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT DRAGON!TOON PATROL (and princess Poppy *cough*). Now that asks are open, I need to vent these thoughts.

I'm not entirely sure how they'd work in this AU. But all five of these dragons somehow found each other, and have decided its best to stay together. I can't decide if they hang around an abandoned, dilapidated castle or they've got a big cave in the mountains (maybe they could be the reason the castle was abandoned? 👀)

Smartass is the smallest dragon, but that only gives him more incentive to be as tough and viscious possible. It's how he can be the leader of these insane overgrown lizards.

Greasy is a sort of secondary leader, when for whatever reason Smartass isn't available to keep everyone in check. And even has been the mastermind behind some of their raids. One thing is for certain though; His tastes in the fairer sex go beyond scales (ladies? 👀)

Wheezy is the silent, scary one of the group with the best fire breather of them all. Dirty, kind of torn up, and smoke billowing from his mouth all times, this dragon's favorite places to terrorize/raid are tobacco farms (no cigarettes, but he can chew the stuff)

Psycho is the one who gets the most kicks out of striking fear in humans the most. While the others may be busy finding whatever goods that interest them in a village, Psycho can easily be found chasing the villagers.

Stupid, although the strongest and biggest, is the most easily swayed dragon out of them all. You could offer this big lug food, and he'll gladly take the bribe.

To keep with the gang theme, maybe these guys keep a few villages in line? If the people give them what they want, they'll be mostly left alone. (I'm not quite sure. I haven't though of much lore behind this AU 😅)

I'm not sure how Doom could come into play here. Maybe he could be a corrupt king that pays them to do his dirty work like in the Fairytale AU?

I don't have tid-bits for all the dragon boys, but here's one for Wheezy. I imagine that he can do some pretty neat tricks with his fire. Like blowing out certain shapes, or knowing how to control it where it won't burn you, but just leave a very hot tickle. Imagine him showing them off to you 👀

Alright, I wasn't sure if I should have included Poppy in this, but I feel obligated to share my thoughts XD Poppy is a princess who got married off to a prince who treats her coldly (Ben). When the dragons attacked her home, by some circumstance or another, she got taken (I'm not quite sure how yet. Maybe she was trying to be diplomatic and it all went wrong. Maybe it was Smartass just being cruel to the royals. Or maybe it was Greasy's idea because- you know why 🙄 or Psycho felt enamored with her). Either this can go in a classic Beauty and the Beast style, or a angsty/darker route.

Anyways, those are my thoughts! I hope dragon weasels bring you as much joy as they've been bringing me lately XD

DRAGONS!!

Sorry for the late reply, I am finished with Placement but I still have assignments to finish and get before... well, the end of today 😅 Its okay though, I only have 2 left. I am very very excited to hear about dragons!!

First of all- YES to the idea of them causing a castle to be abandoned!! I can only imagine the chaos, but its glorious. These 5 terrifying, mean dragons deciding this place is their new place, and they have some fun with the humans there for a while (By which i mean Psycho and Greasy had fun with them... ) ... but when they escaped, that was fine, now they have the place to themselves! XD

Ahhhh! I love them!! || Smartass being kind of feral?? Like, I bet he's bigger then a human but he's smaller then the other dragons so he's so vicious-- that would be terrifying. I love that! || Greasy... Greasy lemme just quickly remind you I am a Certified monster fucker- || WHEEZY! Okay he is definitely my favourite. I'm imagining gassy, fumy smoke just slipping and rolling uncontrollably outta the corners of his mouth at all times, so he looks monstrous and gross. And just, the fact that you mentioned he'll chew the tobacco!! (Cowboy!!) and also the tricks! XD Yesssss, that's so cool XDD || OF COURSE you are the gremlin dragon, Psycho, of course XD I love this, its so perfect for him. I kindof imagine him to be a more lithe, lizard-like dragon. Creepy to be around, freaky to look at. Genuinely makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. || Awwww Stupid!! He is my next favourite after Wheezy XDD I wanna feed him so bad!! I wanna make him my huge terrifying dragon friend XD I will take a leaf out of Mrs Bickermans book XD Not Sadie's... though- maybe if I could get Ben- XD

And yes!! Always include Poppy! When in doubt, include her ^^ You knowwww she's canon to me XD And ahhhh! I love all those ideas, I honestly dunno which I like more <3

[namorslutfanfiction]

Hi Ate, I saw some your posts and I want to send you some well wishes and love to you. I hope you and your family member are doing okay 🥺

Also I want to thank you for answering my ask last night! I haven’t stopped thinking about it 🥹

I saw you have a lot of smutty requests, so I’m going to drop in some soft dom!Namor for you. Rough, hard dom!Namor is sexy, but soft, gentle dom!Namor just makes me weak and isn’t talked about enough.

Right now, I’m thinking aftercare with Namor. As a King and god, he is used to being pampered. But with you, he spoils you after sex. Whenever you try to get out of bed to clean each other up, his strong arms wrap around you and pull you back to the bed because he’s just oh so warm to cuddle with. He’d love to be the big spoon because he likes holding you. He isn’t opposed to being the little spoon, but he prefers to have you in his arms or have you face him so he can see you. In moments like these, he wants to be your husband. It takes some time, but you allow him to pamper you after sex (you can’t resist his puppy eyes, either). He’d wrap you in his warmest blankets and pepper soft kisses all over your body, especially in places he might have been a little rough like your thighs and hips.

I feel his love languages would be physical touch, acts of service, and gift giving. He finds your weight and warmth comforting when you’re asleep on top of him. He loves running his fingers over your back or petting your hair/scratching your scalp (if you have thicker and/or curlier hair). Pillow talk with Namor would be so sweet as well 🥺 I can see him reciting Mayan lyrical poetry to you. He finds it cute when you try to translate it. If he’s in the mood, he would sing to you. We dont talk about his siren song enough, and I feel he only sings to you because you are his muse, you’re the only one he’ll sing to.

Anyway I hope you like these soft smutty thoughts! I’m a little mad cos I wrote this on mobile and it crashed and deleted my original message, so I tried typing this from memory. I have to head to bed now. Have a good rest of your night! 🤍✨

Thank you tsikiting. I appreciate you and your thoughts.

He's doing better and hopefully tomorrow we can take him home.

On to the fun stuff.

Gentle Dom!Namor Aftercare

Well Namor for sure would be a Pleasure Dom. He would want you to get yours as many times as possible before he even thought of getting his.

Of course he'd make you cum so often that you'd be a weeping over sensitive mess at the end of it. Then he'd come down from his post-coital high and get so emotionally soft. Seeing his love so satisfied and overcome with pleasure would never get old.

He'd kiss you all over and start asking how you're feeling and if you're okay. All while he's checking if he left marks or bruises. Namor would get a cloth and wipe your tears while showering you in compliments.

After he has his way with you he would always make sure to clean you up gently, dress you, fix your hair and then cuddle you.

Anytime he felt like he was being too rough with you he would make sure to make it up to you the next day. Whether he gave you gifts, took you somewhere special, or just let you have control in the night he would always make it up to you.

Those were the moments you knew how much he loved you. As much as he could become a feral needy beast in bed with you, when he was finished he would care for you like you are the most precious thing in the world.

Soft dom!Namor would be such a simp for you. Kissing you any chance he got, giving you smiles and whispering naughty things to you all day. He would make all kinds of promises of how he would make you feel good while not losing his professional appearance.

[sweet-beezus]

I was excited to start working on this prompt for @khoc-week as soon as the prompts dropped, specifically due to an AU RP group called Army of the Roses (started by @/pig-warship, sorry boo didn't want to ping you to death-) I've been involved in since 2019!!

To all my homies that are/were involved I love y'all this fun ditty is dedicated to you!! :)

If you've seen a bunch of my art in the Kingdom Hearts OC tags as of late, about 99% of it tends to be tagged with the name of the group, as to me it is like a brain eating amoeba that's Iliana (And Penna and Mando-) shaped (affectionate).

But before I delve too deep, let's get into the prompt!

Day 4 - Alternative Universes

I'm not gonna go too far into the lore of the AU because we'd be here all day, but I'll give a sprinkling for context!

The AU takes place hundreds of years after the events of Kingdom Hearts in a time where names like Sora and Xehanort have mostly been forgotten, but the events are still at least remembered to some degree. Places best known as hubs have also long since been abandoned and forgotten, turned to rubble under the weight of centuries of dwindling population. Traverse Town, even, is no longer the temporary sanctuary it once was.

Sora's Power of Waking kinda screwed up some fabric of reality stuff to the point where it opened a rift between universes, so there's a new (not very new by this point, anyway, unless you're a native to universe Alpha with no interaction beyond your world) universe with all sorts of places to explore!!

It's in this new universe where most of Iliana's character development is taking place, so buckle in for that.

Iliana's journey into the unknown follows the exact same story beats as her canon-compliant timeline, however she doesn't make ties with any canon characters this go around (because they're all long dead), so she mostly has to face the current state of affairs alone... ish.

Traverse Town is pretty much a ghost town at this point, with her uncle Russell being one of the very few remaining there, so her stay this time around feels a bit isolated. She starts off being a bit more closed off than she already was, which definitely will not have wonderful development later, no siree!

Her spontaneous journey to find her home is the same, but her chase through space ends a bit differently. Igni's Heartless (we didn't know it was her Heartless yet, well "we" being everyone but me) murks her in Traverse Town this time, her uncle manages to fight the beast off by himself, unfortunately paying witness to his niece's demise at the same time (sorry king), and instead of becoming Reixen she actually has her own Nobody named Anilxia, which I will explain why in due time.

[Reusing older doodles because I ran out of steam-]

Anilxia was a grimy, very hostile shadow of her former self, fevered by rage, spite, and insomnia. She was almost a danger to Russell, yet he still treated her with tolerant kindness and respect. Like a rehomed, antisocial feral cat.

Frankly, to him this was much better than having her dead and gone like the rest of his family seemed to be, she was their last hope essentially. He had no idea what to do without her, really. So he started working behind the scenes to figure out how to get her back, while making sure to keep her close and in check. Did he go so far as to ground her from going anywhere without him? Absolutely. You can't trust a moody Nobody-

She stayed for (less than?) a year with Russell in this form, in the meantime piecing things together she had noticed were super suspicious about the few memories she was regaining. It all festered into tons of internal darkness that was feeding her own Heartless, which she eventually found skulking around town wherever she went.

Knowing she might be met with some end soon, and in a desperate attempt to preserve what she found out before it could be taken from her again, she wrote her notes down in a... weirdly magical journal, then persued her Heartless through a rift that led them both to the other universe where she recompleted herself... and immediately got hit by a city bus- Jk jk... unless?

She was taken in briefly by a kind stranger who~ I think I wrote to be this universe's reborn Alto! In an AU-canon-compliant diary, anyway- Then she, not knowing how to get back home from here, and with nothing but the clothes on her back and a few weird misc. items, decided to stay in this new city until she could find her own answers to things that were plaguing her. Memories she couldn't, well, remember and all that.

Her only company for a month was Iris and Irene, who in this timeline were... suspiciously much more hostile, and absent at times. She assumed the memory wipe was affecting them as well, so she thought her best bet was to pick up the pace on her personal research both into her world and her memories. She had to juggle some awful jobs at the same time, so suffice to say she was having an awful time.

An answer came to her in the form of a flyer for a mercenary group named, you guessed it, the Army of the Roses, so she packed up her awful little apartment, sold her lease for pretty cheap, and moved to their home base! With some surprising encouragement from Iris and Irene as well, hmm...

In the jump between universes, and probably even before that with her death, she lost her ability to use her Keyblade. That didn't stop it from reforming as a clunky scythe, however, so no need to worry about that... Wait, it's not her Keyblade why is this thing orange and feathery- She picked up using it pretty well, so what harm does a little cosmetic aesthetic change do?

She seemed to fit in perfectly with all the wackos (affectionate) that live there, however...

She started off as a total shut-in, stayed in her room most of the time, barely spoke to the team unless she almost got caught speaking to Iris and Irene or had to actively contribute to missions, lurked in the kitchen at night to avoid interacting... But eventually after a few months of being there she came out of her shell enough to disclose her ongoing problem with her missing home world to one of the leaders.

Of course, that was a backburner issue. They were dealing with bigger things at the time, so one measly personal problem could wait, right?

At one point, that same leader took her and (her new lil bro) another teammate to search for clues, turning up with at least something. She was just having trouble putting it together, like someone didn't want her to figure it all out... Days of almost getting there but coming up short with her memory out of wack did a number on her confidence, so to her dismay she still needed extra help.

With the, some reluctant some voluntary, assitance of the leaders, they managed to, after some harsh poking, confront the now revealed main concern, Igni, and found the leads they needed to bring it back from the brink of disappearance. (The leads were boobytrapped, obvi, if they weren't then it'd be too easy-) From here on, though, Iris and Irene fall suspiciously silent.

Now, I had the absolute pleasure to be at the forefront of Iliana's Character Chapter, a special event where she could (almost) wrap up her character arc and I could make everyone cry! :)

I mentioned it a bit in my KHOC Week posts about Igni in 2021, as it was in progress at the time when I was making them! I thought it would add some nice flavor to her posts and add context for my reasons to talk about her, but it was all very vague so I wouldn't spoil much about the CC itself, so it may have been a... rough read-

We've long since moved on from it as a whole, but it was really fun to host and is forever one of my favorite things I've ever gotten to contribute!!

So, contrary to the canon-compliant timeline where I'm quite a ways away from ever reaching the grand end of her personal story, here we finally got to experience it in motion, but... good golly gee my pals really bent it beyond repair, thank goodness I am pretty decent at improv-

To summarize: They sure did find the Hills of Progress! Y'know the journal I mentioned earlier? Yeah, it was sealed in that.

Along the way they met some interesting faces, relived some horrendous relationships, immediately adopted a very good frog obsessed boy, and backhanded a twink who deserved it (my favorite part tbh). Things happened early and in the strangest ways possible, someone almost died (3 different people at 3 different times, it was a mess) and one nose was broken (Iliana got punched super hard at supersonic speeds so Igni would get out of the driver's seat, my 2nd fav part tbh).

But the important turning point (aside from a hug and a later interaction before Igni got Galeem'd 2: Electric Boogaloo) I wanted to talk about was when they crossed the threshold into Iliana's heart. They were there specifically to confront Igni and hopefully remove her permanently, but she was making it virtually impossible to find her. She's annoying like that.

They turned to their next best bet: Iliana's "heart parasites," Iris and Irene. They hoped the two would be more than helpful in finding Igni, but to their dismay... they were not. In fact, they refused and stalled for time, arguing with the leaders and outing themselves for what they really were in what was probably the most heart wrenching betrayal the whole CC...

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"They never existed."

"We're just figments of an active imagination here only to mentor where one couldn't succeed on her own."

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"Igni made us simply to keep an eye on her, making us as real as possible only kept up the illusion she wasn't alone."

"If our purpose was to protect her, perhaps we would have done more to be kind, perhaps even try to defend her."

"But that was never our purpose, so it never happened."

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In turn both of them raised their weapons to [leader], defective copies of a Keyblade long forgotten.

[Quotes taken directly from the event! I went hard on that ngl-]

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They were never real to begin with, just illusions made up by Igni to keep tabs on and steer Iliana in the right direction. Visages she stole from the lifetimes she lived, people that did exist but don't anymore. Mere façades of what she thought a lonely child needed like the countless others she observed before, instead turned to a reminder that she can and will be disposed of eventually, to keep her in line.

Her whole life was revealed to be a lie right then and there, and that crack in her heart is gonna be very hard to repair. Time may not be able to heal all wounds on this one. Her trust? Shattered.

It also charted her course way differently, and with them being fake she was 100% herself when her Nobody stepped into the limited limelight. She was, in fact, truly alone the whole time. Well... Aside from Igni, but she doesn't count.

You can imagine Igni's defeat was bittersweet that day, she ticked off one too many people so it was time to get rid of her for good. She became Igni goo and was Baja/Biden/Flavor blasted to kingdom come, it was GREAT!!! Finally, a deserved win, since they had gone through so much in a span of two days, it was a relief!

Iliana's memories of Iris and Irene in this timeline are forever soiled, and because of it her already existing trust issues are much worse, but (to her dismay) her new found family is there to help work her through it!

The other downside is that she's got some guilt to work through, as well as her personal family problems and her now worsened Igni Disease™ (it has a name, I just think calling it that is funnier-).

And of course her being her you can try to pry these issues out of her and into the open, it may just take a crowbar and a lot of elbow grease. Or a bribe... or perhaps just a moment of vulnerability, of which she has few... Or her brother disclosing her personal life for the nth time. Either way, I wish you luck-

On the bright side of this whole mess, she has her Keyblade back in a more ethical way thanks to her new dad/big bro figure so HA, suck on that Igni-

Ahem.

Anyway-

The Keyblade part is not really a win in her eyes, but perhaps she'll warm up more to the idea when her self esteem repairs itself.

Not gonna lie, that self doubt of hers is strong enough to be a source of weird funky happenings...

But that's a thought for later!

What is a win is that she has her lil' bro back!!! And while she doesn't make it obvious, she has never been happier about an outcome in her entire life, that entire nightmare was WORTH IT-

Now she gets to teach him the magic of self defense, and the two can journey together just like she had promised him forever ago.

And with that~!

This was a long one! If you made it this far, you have earned my gratitude and a dash more of my respect!

I have a lot of passion and love stored in this AU and the people I collaborate with, especially the admins, so it only felt right to go on about it to great length! It's very fun to participate in, so you can see why my brainworms are specifically tailored to this.

Again, thank you to my buds in the server for the amazing opportunity to make this nightmare happen, and allowing me to have something to backread when I want to relive probably one of my favorite things I've gotten to host!! We all hate Igni in this house, yet her ghost still haunts us to this day... In one way or another-

Anyway, I hope y'all had fun!! I'll see y'all again for Day 5!!

[teddybeartoji]

i was playing outlast w my sister and she kept pausing every 5 minutes and kept screaming that my dad thought there was a spider in the room or something, she also makes me play while she watches, only time she gets on is just to read documents and stuff just to get to know the lore and everything and search for shit which i cant be asked to use my brain for ;__;

jason is the coolest <<<3333 !!! i was obsessed w him ever since i was little, him in batman arkham knight makes me feel like a feral beast like i gotta be jason todd’s lap princess i gotta lick his arkham knight helmet i gotta make everyone within a mile radius uncomfortable with how disgustingly into him i am. i agree w you, recent games are hot booty cheeks, fucking dry fart out a donkey’s ass, how are games from 15 years ago more enjoyable and more aesthetically pleasing ;-;

i’ve actually never heard of hsr, i’ll check it out :o i love the silent hill 2 remake, they made james too hot he doesn’t deserve that, the puzzles got my braincells working overtime, like i genuinely can hear my braincells jumping out my ears or something… 

OUTLASTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the first good few hours i played with my friend and oh my god we were both just screaming lmao goddd i'm so bad at reading everything i find it very very hard to focus when it's just rows and rows of text LIKE I'M SORRRYYYY I WANT TO DO THINGSS ALREADYYYY I CAN'T READDDD I AM ENERGIZEDDD I NEED TO RUN AROUNDDDDDDDDDDD i think the game where i've read everything is tlou2 actually but they just made it a bit easier yk? the letter are never very long and they're perfectly bitesized to just chomp down before continuing on with your looting which i love sm

I DIDN'T KNOW AAAAAANYTHING ABT HSR EITHER!!!!!!!! literally only found out abt it through dash and my mutuals lmao AND I AM VERY GRATEFUL!!!!!!!!!!! i am now... 125h into it......................... oops.. ? anyway yeah it's very fun there are puzzles in that too!! i was actually surprised by the amount of them bc in the first area there were rarely any and then i moved to the next place and then i was constantly finding different ones and i loved itt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love when games have little puzzles in them hehehehe

i'm still haunted by the silent hill 2 ones lmao those were INSANEEEE genuinely made me feel so stupid sometimes.. that goes for the fuckass riddles ones too i am NEVERRRRR doing those i am willing to devote my body n soul to jason but i will not be doing the riddler puzzles sghdghsahgdshaghgdas FUCK THATTT

[justakidicarus]

Dark Link - The Fall of a Hero (3/?) Part 2 - The Hatching's Interlude

This one has a lot of world-building. Assumptions can be found in the Prologue. This part does not actually include Link at all, but it does discuss him and builds a bit more on Drakeon as a character.

More notes for parts of the story mentioned and different pieces of worldbuilding I haven't been able to integrate into the fic are beneath the fic. Spoilers for the trailer of Echoes of Wisdom. This fic should be considered Non-canon to the events of Echoes of Wisdom and is heavily canon-divergent. Fic below the cut.

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“You failed to break in the Hero. Worse, you allowed him to escape.” The demon king growled from atop his throne as the silver Lizalfos strolled into the room with an air of nonchalance. Drakeon paid little mind to Ganon’s building rage, instead busying herself with checking over her staff. The little brat gave as good as he got, she could give him that. Still, it was only a matter of time before the scouting parties found his location. Once she knew where he was, it would be whelp’s play to bring him back.

Ganon’s growl deepened and the Lizalfos winced as she heard the boar slam his staff into the ground, an echo of’ Warning’ ringing through the room. The demon king hissed “Do not ignore me Hatchling. I am your King, and you will respect me as such.” The Darkness thickened and writhed, responding to its master’s fury.

“Ah get ya the results ya want better than any o’ your stuffy Fallen-born Monster ever could an’ you know it.” Drakeon pointed out, reminding him of why her insolence is excused. The Monsters of the Fallen were weak, used to gorging on Darkness so much that they became lazy and inefficient. Her kind never got that luxury. Drakeon herself didn’t even hail from the lands of Hyrule, far removed from its dark powers. Her people worked for every bit of strength they had and earned every bit of respect they received from both the land and her spirits. No fallen-born monster had the drive to bring the best out of a Monster. Only her kind, Whelp-born with enough grit and determination to make it to adulthood, had enough drive to get things done. Drakeon was the only Whelp-born to get on this side of the veil anyway. She was irreplaceable and they both knew it.

“You failed to get results this time. I do not tolerate mistakes.” Ganon said, eyes narrowing dangerously from what she could see out of the corner of her eye.

“An ah don’t tolerate them neither,” Drakeon shrugged, rolling and unrolling her tail. It had begun to grow past her comfortable length. She’d have to see if she could cut it down soon to something more manageable.

“And yet you deign to make one.” The Demon King rumbled, like the thunder warning of an incoming storm. Drakeon took a deep breath, looking to the sky where the veil between realms was at its thinnest.

“Tha Hero’s spirit is that of ah sublime beast.” She quoted from memory. The Divine Beast of Twilight’s words wore heavily on her shoulders, alongside his canine stare and sharp fangs. She turned to look directly at Ganon himself, not hesitating to make direct eye contact with the yellow-eyed boar. She tilted her head to the side as she asked: “Do ya ‘ave any idea what that means?”

She didn’t let the demon king get a word out before standing, swinging her staff in a ‘Listen’ motion as the room quieted to let her speak. “It means tha out there is a beast that ‘as a master, you if we wanna be technical. If ya chain up ah wolf, it’ll bite ya back real hard. If ya put a horse in lock up, it’ll kick ya whenever ya get near. If ya cage a bird, it’ll fly away first chance it gets.” She drawled, strolling around the room as her staff made barely audible clicks as she moved. “Ya don’t wanna piss off ah wild animal ya hear? Mah tribe an’ I lived among them, we know how they work. Ah won’t lie, Ah’ve met tha Hero type before too. Ah know how tha’ brat works better than ‘he does. Tame at first glance, feral as all hell the next.”

Ganon moved to speak. She slammed her staff down with her next step, ‘Warning’ roaring through the silent chamber. “Tha Hero’s spirit is that of ah sublime beast.” She repeated, the shadows of the room responding with her words, her lineage, as the veil thinned imperceptibly. “An treat a beast right, let it run free on tha wind, an’ feed it when it comes tah heel, and it’ll be loyal ferever more. Ah, don’t make mistakes Ganon.” She spat, tail swaying behind her as she twisted around toward the entryway, letting her words and their meaning sink in. She had her plan, and while the hero running didn’t make it easy, she knew what she had to do to bring him in.

As she made it to the grand doors, she glared over her shoulder at the demon king who remained on his throne, seemingly considering her words and what it would mean for his future strength. She remembered his earlier words. She wouldn’t let them go uncorrected. “An yer not mah King.” She hissed, slamming the doors of the throne room behind her on her way out.

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First (Prologue) -> Previous (Part 1: Recruiter's Call) -> Current (Part 2: The Hatchling's Interlude) -> Next

This is all the pre-written parts I have since Part 3 is what I hit my writer's block on. It's mostly finished too I'm just trying to get past the final bit of the part and then I could post it.

Lots of notes this time sorry for the chunks of text:

Drakeon hails from the Ordona Provence. Her tribe were reclusive and lived off the land, not encountering the Hero of Twilight until well after the events of Twilight Princess. As the tribe was considered citizens of Orodona Provenance by the Light Spirit due to a truce, Twilight was instructed by the spirit not to attack the Lizalfos. The tribe and Twilight had good albeit uneasy relations from Twilight’s side until the hero passed when his soul moved to the Twili realm post-mortem and he became the realm's divine protector. Drakeon’s tribe were gifted the ability to move through the veil between realms, which allowed them to travel to the Twili realm, where Drakeon met Twilight. Drakeon later travelled through the veil again but with different intentions, discovering the Downfall Timeline. She travelled it, met the Demon king's army, and enlisted for the fuck of it (and because she was disgusted with the attitude of the army and wanted to whip them into shape). Her strangeness made its way to Ganon and they met, Ganon promoted her to General and placed her in charge of all military training. She refuses to tell Ganon anything about her timeline, to his chagrin, but he would be a fool to kill such a valuable and irreplaceable asset.

While monsters are aware of the other timelines, they couldn’t travel to them. The Downfall Timeline calls their monsters Fallen-born (As the Hero of Time was killed), the Child Timeline Whelp-born (As the Hero of Time was a Child (a Whelp) when he thwarted Ganon), and the Adult Timeline Hero-born (as the Hero of Time was fully fledged in their timeline). Hatchling is an insult meant to poke at Drakeon’s Lineage as a Lizalfos hailing from the Child timeline, yes, Ganon is racist.

Ganon is in fact, not Drakeon’s demon king. TP Ganondorf technically is, but he never called the Ordonian Lizalfos to arms so they never caused trouble at the behest of darkness. If anything, the only being that could claim rulership of the tribe is Ordona xemself. And yes, Drakeon has an Ordonian accent and also identifies as Ordonian

Yes by locking up Link Ganon kinda fucked himself in the long run. Yes, Dark Link has obsessive loyalty to the demon king but that loyalty is magic-induced and as soon as Link is free from it he gives Ganon the mother of all wallops. Meanwhile, Drakeon gets to go free and unharmed because she was never overly cruel to Link. She treats him as she would treat a wolf pup that wandered into camp. Her more violent acts were corrections, not done out of cruelty and wanting to cause pain but more to correct his behaviour. Don’t misbehave, don’t get hurt. Drakeon gave Ganon the tools to keep Link permanently at his side. Ironically those tools are care, trust, and understanding of limits. Ganon disregarded this and paid the price while Drakeon got out of it with a free ally.

Anyway any sort of feedback is welcome within reason and if there are any questions, feedback, or suggestions feel free to comment or send an ask and I'll try to answer them.

I don't have a set time for when I'll be able to send the next part though so we'll see how it goes!

[littleladymab]

#87 for Kalluzeb (I miss them)

ok................................ ok.

87 - "My Immortal" by Halocene

Bro I've been trying to think of a good answer for this and I think the best answer is just: This would just be the Beauty and the Beast AU that we've talked about. That's the only thing I can think of.

So for the audiences at home:

Kalluzeb Beauty and the Beast AU is something Kaite and I came up with over a year ago (I checked our chat history, it was March 2022). Kallus is the Beast in this scenario because he's like, space nazi at the top and has to unlearn a lot of shit and learn how to let himself be a good person and be loved, etc etc and also we're not here for people who like to make the non-humans in SW into "feral" or "beasts" especially when compared to their human counterparts because enough of y'all do that, stop it.

I don't think I ever decided if it would be like, in a fantasy setting with a castle and all, or if it was still Star Wars setting and so like, on an imperial star destroyer or at the academy or whatever. But in lieu of talking furniture, Kallus instead has: kids. Sabine and Ketsu, Wedge, Jai, and Zare, and sure Ezra can be there too. And these kids are versions of themselves having been left under the empire's thumb, however it looks here. This is a Sabine that never got out after creating the duchess. This is an Ezra who has always been alone and enlisted just because he had no other option. And Kallus like "okay I might be a space nazi but I'm not TOTALLY heartless" and does help make these kids' lives a little better, but he's still got that knowledge of what he did on Lasan rattling around in the back of his brain.

(Canon timelines? don't know her.)

We come up with some theories about what if Kallus was cursed after Lasan or Onderon and then it was back to "is this magic magic? is this a metaphorical curse? what is happening?

Anyway, we never did figure out how to fit Zeb.... into this actual Kalluzeb plot.

[gakriele-lvs-blog]

Some little additions to my previously established: What if Camila didn't go looking for Luz to personally take her to camp at the beginning of the series?

I'm gonna call it: Left behind AU! Or maybe the child from the woods AU? what about Missing Basilisk AU...?

Anyway here are the additions:

1-With all the reports of vandalized property around town, Jacob finds this as the perfect opportunity to show everyone how heroic he can be by investigating the crime scenes and uncovering the demon behind them.

2-Summer camp will end prematurely a few weeks after it started because of some unnaturally agressive "bear" roaming around the nearby woods. Leading the the cabin 7 kids to be around town and possibly get way to curious with the recent rumours and the new kid in town.

3-As consequence of the previous one, Camila will figure out Luz's absence much sooner. But before she can begin to freak out about this she would start to notice that Vee is not who/what she says she is.

4- Vee's need of magic may or may not affect her on the long-term. At some point forcing her to sneak out looking for magic around town to prevent Camila from discovering what she really is.

5-Vee keeps with her the tags which originally belonged to some of the other basilisks who escaped with her. (She carries them like mementos) she checks every morning to make sure they sre still with her. And will gladly bite your hand off if you try to take them from her.

6-Since Vee is still a basilisk: a demonic beast of predatory nature. She would occasionally exhibit some feral behavior. (She tries very hard to control her instincts, succeeding the majority of times) Although sometimes they become way to much to handle and resist.