#chain calls them grandpa to like both

[mirensiart]

links meet au but it’s just the hero of winds, the hero of spirits and my link cause like

ww!link to st!link: YOU ARE DATING MY GRANDDAUGHTER?

st!link: WHAT NO ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK?

chain!link chiming in: well I’m pretty sure you end up marrying her cause I’m dating YOUR granddaughter rn

ww!link & st!link: WHAT

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 24 - Equipment failure

I give Four (especially Vio) a Bad Time!!

I'm so behind on these, but I’m determined to finish, so don't be worried about that. I WILL get these done, even if it takes until thanksgiving 😤

...hopefully it won’t though.

Warnings: mental anguish/issues (magically induced), brief injury

Ao3 link

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Four knew swords.

Strong swords, weak swords, big and small, light and heavy, he knew them all. Four wasn’t a master at blacksmithing like his grandpa yet, but his knowledge was pretty good, he thought. Especially when it came to his own sword.

The Four Sword had been a beauty from day one, even before it had been the Four Sword. After three adventures with the blade, ones where he'd helped forge the sword itself, and make it more powerful, Four knew every single inch of it. He could tell when the balance was off, knew the moment it needed to be sharpened. Saw every fleck of dirt, and cleaned ever speck of blood from the metal, rubbing it down and polishing it bright.

Four knew his sword more than he felt like he knew himself sometimes.

Which was why when Vio desperately raised his sword to block a swing from a spiked ball, he more felt the sword crack rather than heard it.

Pain hit like a bolt of lightning to his heart, and Vio gasped, dropping to a knee. He saw the others stumble in his periphery, Blue missing a swing, Red crying out, Green clutching at his chest.

“What was that?!” Blue yelled, but Vio couldn’t reply, out of breath from the sear of pain and trying to keep himself alive in the meantime.

The knight with the ball and chain continued to advance on him, and Vio struggled backwards, nearly screaming as what felt like jagged cracks shifted around in his chest. The knight seemed to smirk at him, and Vio hissed in pain. The weapon must have been enchanted, no regular weapon would be able to crack the four sword, even only a fourth of it.

Infected. Must be.

Vio grunted as his hand slipped, scraping his palm as he tried to back away. He knew he needed to assess the damage to himself and his sword, figure out what to do about it and keep his weapon safe in the meantime, but also his sword was the only weapon he had right now.

He’d lost his shield. The knight kept getting closer.

And his sword had a crack that spiderwebbed right down the middle of the blade.

“Vio!” Red called in a panic, watching as the spiky ball nearly crushed him again. “Hold on, we’re coming!”

Red was stuck battling his own enemies, as was everyone, but Green managed to make it over to where Vio was struggling, throwing his shield out to block a vicious swing.

“The sword...” Green said, sucking in a breath, staring at Vio’s blade. “Vio...”

“I know,” Vio forced out through the pain squeezing his chest. “We can f-figure it out later, we have to—”

The spiked ball slammed against Green’s shield, and he grunted, feet skidding through the dirt as he nearly fell on top of Vio.

“Where is everyone?” Vio bit out, and Green looked out at the battle, then back at the monster they were fighting.

“They’re all upstream, by that big collapsed tower,” Red shouted, having heard the question. “Too far for help!”

“We don’t need it!” Blue growled, slamming his hammer into a stalfos and shattering it to pieces. “We’re almost done with these goons.”

“Not the knight though!” Green said through gritted teeth, and Vio ducked under a swing, his fingers shaking where they clutched his sword. “Vio’s sword is cracked! Would one of you get over h— whoa!”

The spiked ball slammed into Green’s shield, launching him away from where he was protecting Vio. He yelped as he went flying into the nearby stream, and Vio stared up at the knight, breath rasping as he tried to scrabble backwards.

His back hit a large piece of ruin, and Vio clutched his sword as the knight swung his chain back, preparing to launch the ball forward. Blue and Red both shouted his name, and Vio swallowed, then watched as if in slow motion as the ball and chain swung forward.

But the same time, he gathered his meager strength and lunged forward, a yell escaping him as he plunged his sword into a gap in the trooper’s armor.

The ball and chain trooper howled, stumbling backwards, but Vio held on despite the cracks shifting around in his chest, blood roaring in his ears. Vio worked on logic, but despite his brain screaming at him to let go, he kept his sword buried to the hilt, his vision sparking, body cracking.

The trooper finally fell to its knees, dark blood pooling, and Vio felt another sudden crack, one that made his vision split into jagged shards.

Pain slammed into him and Vio screamed, something deep inside him cracking, unsettled, unraveling and deeply, deeply wrong—

The trooper fell, someone screamed his name, Vio’s hand clutched the blade as a blinding flash of color lit up the clearing and then

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(...)

Twilight climbed over a fallen pillar, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked around. Everyone was busy patching themselves up from the battle, but Twilight hadn’t seen Four come back yet.

He’d seen him split from the main group to go chase off some skeletons, but Twilight had thought he was right over here. Four would know better than to go too far, but he didn't seem to be here anywhere. Where could he have gone?

Twilight scanned the small clearing next to the stream, stepping around ruins and monster parts and blood. He was beginning to get downright concerned when his eyes finally caught on something that wasn’t stone or blood, and he gasped.

Four was curled up in the fetal position on the ground, his breath coming out in short gasps. His hands were clutched in his hair and there was a small puddle of vomit beside his head, and Twilight scrambled over the ruins and to his side, already scanning for injuries.

“Four, Four what happened?” Twilight breathed, brushing Four’s hair away from his face. He’d expected blood, but all he saw were Four’s eyes, rolled back in his head so far he could barely see the irises.

Twilight frowned and carefully tilted Four’s head up, then sucked in a sharp breath.

There was a jagged line running down Four’s face, purple and oddly shiny. It cut across his face like a scar, and different ideas of what had happened began whirling through Twilight’s mind, each more terrifying then the next.

He hesitated, then lightly touched the line with the pad of his thumb.

Four keened in distress, startling Twilight as he jerked away from him, and his eyes rolled around unsettlingly, limbs twitching. Twilight froze, and suddenly realized Four’s tunic was missing a square, the place where the purple should be oddly tarnished.

“What the...” he whispered, brushing a hand over it as Four stilled.

Four whimpered, and Twilight glanced to the side and saw Four’s sword sitting nearby. He leaned over and picked it up, and frowned. The blade was lacking the shine it usually held, strangely dull, something about the color just... off.

And he knew Four had split before running off.

“Link? Can you hear me?” Twilight tried again, carefully pulling Four up into his arms. Four just curled up tighter, mumbling something under his breath so rapidly that Twilight had no clue what it was. It grew in volume though, and Twilight listened in dismay as Four’s voice rose.

“Don’t know what— why can I hear— stop panicking, it’s not— why are we—”

Four’s disjointed sentence broke into another keen, and he curled into a ball, pressing his head to his knees.

“Fix it fix it— can’t! He’s missing— head hurts— Green what’s—”

Four wailed, then went limp so abruptly Twilight jumped, and he hurriedly checked to make sure he was still breathing. Four’s heartbeat was fast, but it was there, and Twilight ran a hand along his cheek where the line wasn’t.

What had happened?

A different groan came from nearby, and Twilight’s head shot up, his ears pricking. He leaned his head around the piece of ruin that was next to Four, his hand hovering near his weapon, then stared.

Vio lay motionless on the ground a few feet away.

Twilight looked rapidly between the two Fours, brain going a mile a minute as he tried to quickly process the sight, then cautiously scooted over and touched Vio’s shoulder.

“Hey, Vio,” he said, still holding the other Four tight. “Vio, wake up bud.”

The violet fourth of the smithy groaned, then twitched as his eyelids flickered.

“Vio, what happened? Why aren’t you... in Four? How is this possible?” Twilight asked worriedly once he looked at him, eyes exhausted. “Are you hurt?”

Vio’s breath hitched.

“The sword...” Vio rasped, ignoring Twilight’s questions. His hand shakily reached through the grass. “Ran...cher, get Le...”

His breath caught, and Vio’s hand clutched weakly at the handle of something hidden by the grass. Twilight reached forward to look at it, and sucked in a sharp breath at the cracked blade of Vio’s sword. It looked like it was barely holding together. He ran a finger over the purplish lines spiderwebbed across the metal, and Vio jerked like he'd been struck, a rattling gasp escaping him.

Twilight quickly drew back, and looked at Four and Vio, then between the two swords.

Four was only three. He’d merged without Vio somehow, and the cracks had something to do with it.

Twilight blinked hard, and swallowed, running a hand over Vio's head. How this was even possible was beyond him, but Four was in trouble. He didn’t have to know magic to see that.

"Twi," Vio rasped again, and Twilight immediately focused his attention back on him. "Le...gend. Sword. Know... fix."

"You need your sword fixed? That'll fix things?" Twilight asked, and Vio confirmed it with a pained mumble. "...Legend can fix it?"

"No... j-just..." Vio rasped, then coughed, his free hand clutching at the grass. "He knows... tell... him..."

Vio trailed off with an agonized wheeze, and Twilight gently took his hand. There must be some way Legend could fix the Four Sword, or at least something here that could do it for him? This was Legend's era after all.

Maybe he knew a way to help.

Four (or should Twilight call him Three?) suddenly jerked in his arms, and Twilight yelped, quickly stopping him from falling to the ground. Four froze again, twitching oddly, eyes still rolling around, and Twilight wondered with a brief spurt of panic whether he was having some kind of seizure.

Four stilled again after a moment though, and Twilight breathed out, holding him tight, but careful to avoid the purple scar along his face.

"Okay. Okay I'll tell him. We'll fix you up, I promise," Twilight reassured.

Vio gave a pained nod, and Twilight carefully set down Four, reassuring the violet smithy he'd be right back.

Then he ran off back towards the others, fear speeding his steps.

(...)

“...take it to... trust them to fix...”

“...sure? If... this wrong...”

“...only choice. He...”

...

“Okay.”

Something touched him.

Vio stiffened, then gasped as arms carefully pulled around him, lifting him up. The broken pieces in his chest shifted around, and he choked back a cry, trying to stay still so they’d settle.

He felt shattered, cracked into pieces that would never be fixed. Something inside of him was broken, something that shouldn’t have been able to break, and it felt like it would never be fixed.

Was this how Shadow felt?

“We got you Vio, we’re fixing this,” a voice assured somewhere above him, and he tried to listen. “Legend knows a blacksmith, one who once worked on the Master Sword. He’ll be able to help.”

“O...kay,” Vio managed to croak out, and whoever had picked him up set his head on their shoulder.

Vio let out a quiet hiss of pain as the cracked pieces shifted again, and he flinched as someone else rested a hand on his head, saying something he couldn’t make out. But he was also relieved.

They’d figured out what he meant. They were bringing him to a blacksmith.

Vio’s breath hitched as whoever was holding him began to move, and his consciousness sank back under a sea of broken glass.

(...)

Vio woke up to a splitting pain in his head, like Blue had somehow smacked him with his hammer, and he cried out, trying to get away from the pain.

"Oh no— hold him!" someone cried out.

Arms grabbed Vio and he gasped, trying to stay still, but unable to stop himself from flinching violently as the pain hit again, an earth-shattering noise accompanying it.

“He’s connected to it, this must be agonizing—”

“At least the rest of him isn’t reacting—”

“Vio? Vio relax, I know it hurts,” a closer voice spoke up, and a hand rested over his. “He’s working on the sword right now, but it won’t be too long.”

Vio dragged in a raspy breath, and clenched his teeth to stop another scream as the noise slammed into him again. Right. The sword. He could handle this. It was being fixed. It hurt, but it would be a good hurt in the end. He knew what you had to do to forge a sword.

Unfortunately knowing that and living through it were two very different things.

Another hit shook through him, and Vio curled around one of the arms keeping him from thrashing, trying to take slow, steady breaths. If he weren’t in so much pain, he’d be rather interested at the physical effects currently hitting him like a hinox. He’d worked on the Four Sword before and never experienced anything like this.

Probably because this time it was actually broken, his mind whispered, and he whimpered as the sword was struck again.

A hand brushed over his head in steady motions, wiping sweat off his forehead, and smoothing wild hair. Vio tried to focus on that, not the regular pound of pain and sound that slammed into him like a physical weight.

“Hold on Link,” someone said quietly, and Vio lost himself in the steady hits of pain as the blacksmith fixed the blade tied to his very existence.

(...)

Four woke up.

He blinked slowly, a gentle light falling over his face as he tried to figure out where he was and what had happened.

A splitting headache throbbed through him, and he raised a shaking hand to his forehead, wincing as he rubbed the space between his eyes. He felt like he’d been through an avalanche or something, what had happened?

Also... hadn’t he been split before?

“Four!”

Someone took his hand, and Four squinted up at the group of blurry figures that had suddenly appeared around him. Their faces slowly swam into view, revealing themselves as the other heroes, and he saw expressions of worry and expectancy all around.

“How are you feeling, Four?” someone asked. Time, maybe.

“Drained,” he answered honestly, voice a hollow rasp. He closed his eyes, then reopened them, staring up at the others. “There was something...”

Four trailed off, and then a brief memory flickered through his mind, one split and jumbled and chock full of pain and cracks.

“My sword,” he said suddenly, and tried to sit up, arms shaking. At least three people tried to push him back down, voices overlapping with worries and admonitions, making Four’s headache worsen. “My sword,” he repeated urgently, sitting up anyway. His memories were a disaster at the moment, but he remembered feeling the crack in his chest, panic and terror and pain accompanying it.

“Here, here I’ve got it,” someone spoke up, and Four watched Legend push his way past the others, something held gently in his hands.

The Four Sword.

Whole and complete.

Four reached out with a shaking hand, and Legend gently handed it over, his face exhausted, but pleased.

“We fixed Vio’s sword up as well as we could, used the finest ore we had,” Legend explained as Four ran a hand over the blade. “I oversaw it myself. We did as much as we could with what we had, if there’s anything wrong with it it’s my fault.”

“The moment we handed it back to Vio you reformed,” Twilight said next, his hand on Four’s arm. “And you’ve been out ever since. We... weren’t sure it worked.”

“It did,” Four said softly, clutching the sword to his chest. He could tell there’d been work done on it, but the magic inside was stable and clear, four tendrils weaved intricately together working in harmony again.

It was fixed. It was whole.

Legend had sat down on the bed next to him, and Four leaned against his arm, overwhelmed with relief.

“Thank you,” he whispered, blinking back the sting in his eyes.

Legend nodded with a little smile, and Four held his sword tight as the others gathered around him, relieved and glad he was okay.

[layraket]

Day 8 - Sleep Deprivation

Character(s): Four (LU)

Words: 1258

Summary: He doesn’t know what a normal sleep schedule is pls someone knock him out

Whump scale: 1 (see the full scale here)

Warning: Sleep disorders

This is kind of related with this post btw

Part 2 in Day 13

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Not sleeping was a normal thing for him at this point. Since his first adventure staying up to keep going was almost daily, with only a small break when he couldn’t any more.

His grandpa has scolded him more than once for staying up too late at the forge, forcing him to stay at his room. At least the windows were never locked.

When his second adventure happened, sleeping become something optional.

His curiosity kept him awake during whole nights to continue an interesting book, his energy pleading him to practice with his sword, his heart aching for past memories, and his gut telling him to check if there weren’t any monster attacks around.

It was tiring after a certain point.

Since he joined the chain it was getting easier to sleep, the constant exercise being a big help for him to fall asleep during a full night. When it wasn’t enough, he would always ask to take a shift to keep guard and try to burn all the extra energy.

It worked, the first months.

After a while it suddenly became more and more difficult to sleep. It was after a fight with some weird wizzrobes that everything went down.

Four was hit by one of their spells, gladly it didn’t show any effects during the fight. They won and made camp as usual.

He took first shift, after all he didn’t feel like he could sleep easily tonight.

He called for Legend to take the second shift and went to his bedroll to try and fall asleep. He really tried, and failed.

When he realized it was already morning, the sun coming up in the horizon and light falling on the small clearing they were resting in.

Time was on last shift, and to not worry him he pretended to wake up from a really deep sleep. A whole night restless, it wasn’t new.

The next time he decided to not take any shifts, maybe that made his brain more alert than usual.

‘As usual’ do you mean us or your own mind? Both.

It wasn’t surprise that it didn’t work, another night without getting any sleep. He could keep the act up, it wasn’t hard to pretend being completely alert and no tired at all.

Yeah, the first three days.

When at first it didn’t matter a lot to him, now he was starting to feel the side effects of no resting. His body was feeling more and more heavy, his thoughts were less well-structured and an hour felt like a whole day.

He made a good job hiding it though, nobody has asked him about his tired face or the bags under his eyes yet.

“Hey Four, have a moment?”

Great.

“Yeah vet?” If he was lucky it was just to give some maintenance to his sword and shield, then he could go and try to take a nap without everyone looking.

It looks like that wasn’t the answer Legend wanted to hear, looking him up and down. “Just wanted to ask, how are you doing in your training?” This felt like a trick question, a very hard one.

“Ah, good, Sky is teaching me some movements and to react quick, very good teacher.” The last time he trained with the skyloftian he fell on his face, but Legend didn’t need to know that.

“Uh-huh” Maybe he squinted, maybe he blinked very slowly, he doesn’t know. “What about a friendly match of sparring then? Let’s see how much have you improved.” There was the characteristic smile from their vet, playful and challenging.

It was lacking something, huh. Weird.

“Sure, why not?” I’ll give five reasons why not, first of all– A friendly match could wake him up enough for the rest of the day.

They asked Wild for a borrowed sword for Legend and went to their places. They made camp in a big clearing, giving them enough space to not interfere with anyone doing their own thing.  

They both charged to each other, Four’s legs feeling heavier than they should be with each step he gave. With a clank their swords clashed, coming with fast swings trying to hit their opponent.

Slowly the smith’s movements started to get slower and clumsier, now with him just hitting anywhere he could and the vet blocking it without problem.

This game kept going a while, until Legend throwed his sword away and got a clean hit on Four’s neck.

He fell to the floor, his body collapsing and the impact being mitigated by the soft grass.

“That-That wasn’t fair!” How dare him call for a friendly match and suddenly use his bare hands?! But you had done it a lot of times before– The injustice!

Again, he felt like this answer didn’t make the vet content. Or better, him talking didn’t made him happy.

“You should be knocked out by now. How are you even awake.” The look in his eyes was of pure confusion, or Four thinks, its hard to tell when his vision was blurry.

“What do you mean he’s still awake?!” That was Wild, sweet chaotic Wild. What were they talking about. “It was a clean hit! We’ve tried everything!”

“Can someone explain?” The smith asked, slowly moving to get up, but his body didn’t have the strength to do so. Well, the grass wasn’t that uncomfortable at the end.

The two heroes looked at each other in a silent conversation, nobody can have any context in this group apparently.

Wild was the first one to talk “Legend noticed how you sometimes took longer shifts and haven’t been sleeping, so we’ve been trying to get you to have some more rest.”

“It didn’t work anymore, though” There was a hint of frustration in his voice, how long have been they doing this? “Since that battle with the wizzrobes nothing seemed to make effect anymore.” 

“We tried tea, making you work a little more with weapons so you get more tired to sleep, and knocking you out.” Wild scratched the back of his head, now thinking about why that last one wasn’t a very good idea. “Now I don’t even know what else to do.”

Huh, that was sweet from them. “Thanks guys, but I’m good, don’t worry.”

“We worry.” Legend dead-paned. “I’ve seen you, fully awake when the sun is still coming out. That was away from okay.”

“Is not that bad– “

“Four. It’s been a week like that. A whole week.”

“You’re gonna get killed for that” The champion was searching for something on his slate “Sleep deprivation isn’t a game, and you shouldn’t threat it like that.”

He couldn’t argue at that, but it was easier said than done. He also tried ways to sleep during this whole time; counting minish, reading a really boring book, making himself a cocoon with his blankets. Nothing worked!

Wild tapped his arm to gain his attention, had he zoned out? “When I don’t get to sleep, I hold this as a nightlight.”

He was passed a small crystal, it looked interesting, its light was soft and with a soft hint of yellow.

“It’s a Star Fragment, they fall from the sky in my Hyrule and are a little rare. You can have this one, maybe it helps you with getting some sleep…”

When touching the crystal, its light seemed to be brighter, making some weight fall from him that he wasn’t aware he had.

The last thing he saw before falling unconscious was his brothers calling for him, and some weird dark smoke.

[firstkanaphans]

everyone clowning kant's glasses calling him grandpa. I have the exact glasses, chain and everything. Im in my mid twenties 😔

Yeah, everyone’s fine with boys wearing traditionally female styles until they actual do it and then they get teased. I loved the picture of Kant from yesterday! The glasses make him look so studious. I’m assuming he wears them while he works.

I also feel like it’s important to mention that making fun of a fictional character’s style is one thing, but when Khaotung wore traditionally female glasses irl a few weeks ago, people were making fun of him too. And like??? Let the boy wear whatever glasses make him feel pretty??

They both look hot. Die mad about it.

[olympeline]

Some talented author needs to write a fic or a comic needs to be made or something about the Italy brothers meeting the other young European nations after Rome conquered them.

I mean, to Feliciano and Lovino their grandpa is just that: Grandpa Rome. A figure of kindness, stability, and paternal love. Someone to play with, ruffle their hair, pick them up when they’ve fallen and scraped their knees, crack funny jokes, and tuck them in at night. They’ve probably heard of his greatness but it’s more an abstract concept to them. Vague and far away beyond the city’s marble walls. Little kids don’t know much about the jobs their parents or guardians have out in the “real world.” The twins are sheltered in every sense of the word.

Then, one day, grandpa starts bringing others like them back to their house. Strange, scruffy children with odd clothes, garbled speech, tear stained cheeks, and wide, frightened eyes. Grandpa Rome is smiling as he lifts them off his horse and tells his grandsons he’s brought new friends to live with them. New little brothers and sisters to play with. Hispania, Gallia, Britannia, the list goes on. One by one, Rome brings them all back to the capital. New friends for his boys to look after. Look after and teach. They’re silly and backward and don’t know how to live well or even speak properly yet. What grandpa calls “barbarians,” poor things. But they can learn if they watch how it’s done in Rome, yes? Grandpa’s good boys will help them learn to be good too.

Feli and Lovi eagerly agree. They love grandpa and want to make him proud. But these odd children are so strange and difficult. For a start, they can’t even look at grandpa without cowering. Some of them hiding their faces and bursting into tears when he so much as enters a room. Feli is disheartened, Lovi is angry, both are confused. Why would anyone be afraid of their grandpa? Grandpa is kind and brave and his laugh fills the room: merry and infectious. Everyone in Rome loves grandpa. What is wrong with these strange, backward children that they act like he’s some terrible monster to be afraid of? Some of them start to come round eventually. Start to become more affectionate to Rome and maybe even begin calling him “grandpa” too. Yet, under it, conflict. Under the newfound love, a guilt and self-loathing that the twins can’t understand. Even sweet natured Feli starts to feel a little resentful at how ungrateful they are. Grandpa has adopted them and made them Roman, the best thing in the world to be. Everyone says so. Even their sort-of brothers and sisters have to admit there’s nothing in their lands that can hold a candle to the splendours of Rome at its peak. So why are they still being difficult? Why do they keep trying to run away so grandpa has to ride out and bring them back, over and over? Why won’t they love grandpa the way he loves them?

Young and innocent, the twins never noticed the bruises and bloodstains. Never questioned the whip marks. Never saw the chains.

[mr2swap]

A long Thanksgiving Day with grandpa

Fuuck! How long until the end of the damn day? I hate Thanksgiving, I always knew I was too good for this family, They all always laughed when I said I wanted a DNA test for Christmas because there was no way I could have the same type of blood running through my veins as those pigs that are eating as if the world was going to end tomorrow everyone laughed… except for grandfather it seemed that out of everyone in the family he was the only one who understood what I wanted to say.

When he came of age I ran out of the house I couldn't bear to be with them another day We lived in a small apartment in the poor part of the city I was an only child But even so I had to share a room with Grandpa John, a bald man of more than 100 kilos, his cheeks were swollen from all the extra fat, but he hid his double chin with that mustache and that almost white beard over the years, that old man lived like a parasite of our family since I was born, maybe if he moved his ass and got a job my parents would have bought me better clothes or the latest iPhone, the only time he would move his ass off the couch was at Christmas to be mall Santa.

My room The smell of my room was disgusting in a mixture of the old man's scent and my sweaty gym clothes, But what made him the worst roommate in the world was his pajamas his old yellow underpants that were once white On top of that he wouldn't let me sleep because of his grotesque snores that could only be heard in my room And my parents will be a happy couple, My mother was a housewife and used to cook the greasiest and most delicious meals in the whole neighborhood and my father was a boring accountant addict to the smell of the cigarette just like the grandfather.

I was the complete opposite of my family, I was much taller, much more handsome, and of course athletic. I would do anything to get out of my house and get away from my obese family, even joining a gym when I was 12 years old to spend 3 hours a day exercising Over time I began to notice results in my appearance Over the years I became a Fitness influencer, I got a couple of tattoos, bought a red sports car, and got the hell out of my house the first chance I got.

For some years I was living my life as far away from my family as possible, I stopped calling home even when my mother did not stop calling me for a single day, I only returned home for a month for these dates, the rest of the year I used to have hot tub parties with gorgeous supermodels, but now…I'm stuck here again, only this time my chains aren't my age…well sort of.

I was sick of this I was sick of pretending everything is normal But I had to get on with this if I wanted my body back, it hasn't even been 24 hours since I woke up this morning to my grandpa's obese old body next to my bed I thought I was dreaming when the first thing I saw when I looked down was a substantial misshapen hairy belly instead of a huge morning boner between my legs, everything in the distance was blurry, but I could clearly see my 2 huge tits full of fat.

Furthermore, I panicked and with my fat and old hands, I sat on the bed and looked around for an explanation of why I was now in my grandfather's body of 80 years and 160 kilos, with my calloused hands I caressed my hairy belly trying to calm down. Feeling like screaming, I looked around to see if this was my room. But before I had a heart attack trying to stand up, Grandpa John walked into the room in my body.

He put my glasses on and for the first time I saw that face from a more humble perspective, We were silent for a couple of minutes, and we both looked at each other from top to bottom, His look was intimidating, and his body was incredibly hot, years in the gym they were in that body, I built that body since I was a chubby teenager and now… I felt uncomfortable around it.

I used to have all of that, perfect curls, those huge, arrogantly flaunting biceps that I dyed in ink on a night out with my friends, he was just too perfect, handsome, and young... or maybe now my self-esteem was in the ground now that I was in the grandfather's body

He was the first to speak, and surprisingly he had completely dominated my way of speaking, moving, and even how to flirt, with his strong and melodious voice he explained to me what a horrible grandson and horrible son I am to the whole family so he decided to punish me, Now I'll have to live like a fucking old man until next year!

-Grand-... Jackson, Mama is calling you, it's time for dinner- I still had to get used to my new harsh voice and having to walk carrying Grandpa's huge belly.

-Tell him I'm coming... I hope there's something I can eat, don't worry Jackson I'm not going to ruin your body eating all that garbage that you should love now, you have something very good here, but surely you're hungry right? old man- He never stopped smiling while we talked, showing those white teeth that one of my sponsors had paid for.

He was right, I was hungry, the smell of Thanksgiving dinner had been driving me crazy since morning, and I'd had to content myself with a big packet of chips and a couple of cans of beer while watching football with my Father…maybe if I am part of this family, but I would have more than a month to find out.

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[yuujiheart]

I want both Yuuji and sukuna to live! Either by both reincarnating together or sukuna inside yuji learning about love

Anon, after seeing the countdown mv that was released today and reading 265 after nth time. I have realized I want the same thing you are saying... Since that kenny calling them the reason of curses cycle panel I have always believed that yuji will die with him as he's the only one who can truly destroy sukuna's fingers..So i thought it's fine, I don't mind as long as they are together but I was wrong. I do mind.. (Of course it was my way of coping )

That mv about yuji remembering his grandpa's last words made me really emotional because it's like them insinuating the idea that yuji will be the one to die and officials doing that hits different... but what if sukuna returns to yuji's body chaining himself to him as punishment and both of them living and then dying together after yuji grows old..like you suggested ,considering gojo has already killed higherups so no one will go for yuji's execution... Although this also means the cycle will not end at all and honestly this is what I was expecting because kenny wasn't worried about the merger at all when he died so i thought merger has to happen but now I am not sure as manga is ending...

But now I really want sukuna and yuji to live together . Especially sukuna because I realised that its only with yuji he has experienced what it's like to have a connection, to understand others, emotions that he probably has never experienced like a normal person... Unlike others yuji is the only one who has acknowledged and treated him for who he really is. With others sukuna is very much in control of his emotions but with yuji they are all over. We can sense familiarity between them..Showing sides to each other only they know of. Except yuji no one will treat him like this..

So i hope sukuna gets the opportunity to experience this for a long time. I don't feel good thinking that after being lonely for so long he only gets to experience such emotions only for a short time. As I strongly believe he has never been admired/ loved for anything else except his strength. After all both kenny and gojo died satisfied so i think sukuna deserves too..

Although you cannot trust that cat to not give a bittersweet ending so even if they are to die together I still hope that sukuna does learn love and accepts yuji as the one who satisfies him. And at least in death they both wouldn't be alone or reincarnate together as their souls are connected.. So it's also possible.

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Mikey & South's Parallels

@chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter, get your bingo card ready ;p

- They both had ill mother who couldn't raise/take care of them

-Absent father. We don't know where South's is and Mikey's dad is dead

- bc of that, raised by someone else

- Mikey has a Japanese mother and a not-completely Japanese dad | Not sure about South's parents but his mother has light hair so it is likely that she's Brazilian, at least partially and his father is Japanese (+ South's family name is Japanese so it's likely it is his father's)

-> (South was born in Japan it seems ("Minami was a foreign child", chapter 227), so perhaps he did know Japanese as a child (perhaps lost it with time tho) and we can only speculate about how and why he came to Brazil with his mom and why they ended up in a favela)

- Mikey is called that: Mikey. And Manjiro by only very few people - South is called South, and Minami by no one in canon -> both being English name

- After losing both of their parents (& Dino in South's case), they go live with their grandparent(s)

- can bond over and understand each other's dark impulse in a way nobody else can

- childish (they deserve to be)

- Mikey kept his old blanket from his childhood - South has dinosaur plushies (metaphorically having Dino keep an eye on him) (I promise they're dinosaurs. They must be. That's how I see them.)

- Both lost paternal figure at 12 y/o bc of the dark impulses (Dino died by South's own hands, I agree that the presence of the dark impulse here is debatable - Shinchiro died bc of the curse influencing Kazutora)

- Mikey was supposed to inherit BD - South took over Dino's gang

- Mikey got Shinichiro's bike & bedroom after his death - South took Dino's jewelry and got a tattoo similar to Dino's

- HYPNOTIC EYES. Mikey's abyssal eyes suck your soul in and South's are just... Well first, too many with his tattoos, and second they look like he has eyes inside of his eyes (and circles inside circles inside circles inside circles... are the most basic form of hypnotic image)

- Have their hair tied up in past-present time/the first time we meet them

- Mikey is the second smallest man character in TR (so close to first place!) - South is the tallest man character in TR (and just the tallest period)

- Their image color (red & green) are complementary colors

Dino and Shinichiro:

- The one taking on the responsibility to take care of the ill mother (the hospital calls Shinichiro and not grandpa Sano when Mama Sano's condition got worse)

- Showed the delinquent way to them (different way tho: Mikey has witnessed the funny & entertaining, playful and 'relaxed' side of it - South had the right to experience violence from the start)

+ Shinichiro showed it to Mikey because he had a great experience with it and wanted his baby brother to be as happy as he was - We can only speculate why Dino wanted South by his side

- Shinichiro is Mikey's brother but we don't know why Dino started to take care of South and his mom

- Death was karmic: literally for Shin since he died by the curse he himself created the same way he killed to get time leaper powers, and for Dino it's more bc he asked for it with how he raised South

- Shinichiro is the only one (from what we know) who keeps calling Mikey Manjiro no matter the years vs Dino was the one to change Minami's name to South

- Ruined Mikey's life by traumatizing him with the curse and its consequences (of course, didn't mean to) - Ruined South's life by traumatizing him with.. making him kill people and all

- Both wear a chain around their neck

[stargazer-sims]

For Alexander - microscope: zoom in – describe the little, insignificant details about an OC.

Thanks @dandylion240 ! This one's going to be fun! I'm not sure all these details are insignificant, but they are stuff that people in the context of the story might not know about him unless they know him really well.

Alexander Pavlenko

He did not get named according to Nikolai's family naming tradition, in which firstborn sons get named after their paternal grandfathers, and finally broke a generations-long chain of alternating generations of firstborn sons being called Mikhail or Nikolai. The main reason for this was because with parents called Mikhail and Nikolai, a living grandfather called Mikhail and a living great-grandfather called Nikolai, the confusion would be extreme (never mind that Mishka and Mike don't actually go by Mikhail on a daily basis). Also, Nikolai (the younger) wasn't fond of that naming tradition anyway, and Mishka was more than willing to not name their son Mikhail as he worried people would just start calling him "Junior" which he thinks is unattractive and weird.

Alexander didn't get named according to Russian naming conventions, either. He has regular middle names rather than a patronymic. The guys reasoned it'd be difficult to give him a patronymic, considering he has two dads.

Just because Alexander didn't get named according to the family tradition or according to Russian naming conventions, that doesn't mean Nikolai and Mishka didn't pay tribute to both those things. His full name is Alexander Nicholas Michael Pavlenko.

His dads call him Sasha, which is a diminutive form of Alexander. (along the same lines as Kolya for Nikolai and Mishka for Mikhail). Other family members and his close friends also call him Sasha, but he will routinely introduce himself as Alexander and prefers not to be called Sasha by acquaintances, professional contacts or people he doesn't know.

He has a heart-shaped birthmark on his lower back, similar to Nikolai and Great-Grandpa Nikolai.

As a teen, he still has his favourite toy from when he was a baby and thinks of it as a good luck charm.

He's allergic to shellfish, just like Mishka

He's annoyed that he hasn't managed to grow a decent beard yet, and is secretly a little jealous of his best friend Rowan, who likes to boast about his "luxurious" moustache.

He loves the colour pink

He learned to swim before he learned to walk

He's only a little more than a month older than his friend Rowan. The two of them met for the first time when Rowan was just a few days old.

He didn't learn to ride a bike until he was nearly a teenager, mostly because Mishka was extremely anxious about letting him do it. This was always met with, "But you let me play hockey." to which the response was, "You're wearing protective gear over every centimetre of your body when you play hockey." ...which led to twelve year old Alexander putting on all of his gear other than his skates, and trying to take Nikolai's bike for a spin. It did not go well. This is now a hilarious family story that gets re-told often, much to Alexander's embarrassment.

He loves animals and wants to be a veterinarian

He's terrified of going to the dentist, and one of his parents still has to go with him and hold his hand. Usually it's Nikolai, because the sight of Mishka and Alexander both quietly crying from fear is kind of overwhelming for their poor dentist.

He's a practical joker, and it only escalates when he and Rowan are together.

Mishka taught him how to knit and crochet, but he keeps it a secret from most people because he thinks his friends will make fun of him for it. if he wears something he's made and somebody asks him about it, he either says his grandmother Elena made it, or he tries to change the subject.

[anjumzm]

Midsummer Night

A Legacy of Gods Fanfic

JerCes Daughter x LanMia Son

Chapter 13

Theodore Sokolov King

I'd sensed the skepticism and edge around the topic of my engagement to the Volkov princess since the moment I'd broken the news to my family. Both Kings and Sokolovs. Although my Grandpa Kyle and Grandma Rai were convinced for now, I was still to hear from Uncle Niko and Uncle Bran. I'm sure bigmouth Dom might have broken the news to them, adding salt and spice to it as he saw fit. I'll soon have to arrange a meeting with my dear Uncles in the US. Not to mention the Bratva meeting called by Jeremy Volkov to discuss 'our engagement' since Aanya was a Volkov and I, a Sokolov, from my mothers. Matches were usually arranged by the Pakhan, mostly to strengthen business ties and security, but I'm almost sure that he wouldn't mind mine and Aanya's engagement, given the number of times I've proven myself to be a valuable asset to the organization in the past few months.

The keyword being 'almost.' Jeremy Volkov was smart and observant. But so was I. The only way to find out would be to attend the next meeting. Note to self: Convince Uncle Niko of my love and sincerity towards Aanya before he openly supports his dearest goddaughter's family. I know he'd do that just to spite me. Even if we are related, he still thinks that I need to rethink certain life choices I've made during the past few years of my life, a few of which he'd had to personally handle for me. In addition to all of the above, I'm sure the little bird had a plan of her own; she was fiercely loyal and protective towards her family, a trait which although I admired, would prove to be a pain in the ass in the long run. I'd have to bring her to my side, no matter what. Since that day in the office, she's been stuck in my mind like a goddamned broken record.

And now that I'd had a taste of her, I felt starved. Plans and plotting be damned; all of it wouldn't matter if I couldn't have her in the palm of my hand. I'd wanted to tarnish that innocence of hers, to etch my name on her very breath, to mark myself on her very essence in a way that even she's unable to remove me from her life. I'd wanted her to myself. Never before did I feel this kind of fierce ownership over anything. She was mine, and it was time that I showed it to everyone, her and her family included.

I'd gotten a call from my driver that he'd picked up Aanya from Jasper's place, and they would be here at any minute. I'd worn a blue tuxedo to match Aanya's dress so that it becomes clear that we come as a pair. One thing that the Kings were always mindful of was our way of dressing. Grandpa Aiden had engraved in all our minds since our childhood that we should dress in a way that intimidates our opponents, and we all took any advice given from him to heart. While my Grandpa Levi represented the principles and morals of the Kings, Grandpa Aiden represented the grit, discipline, and determination of the Kings.They were the pillars of our family, while Uncle Eli and Dad had been mine, Sean's, and Sierra's mentors. Since the day we entered the business world, there had always been a competition between me and Sean mostly; Sierra was a mediator of sorts for when things got a little heated up. She was also Grandpa Aiden's ears and spy of sorts, a fact that both Sean and I were aware of yet acted as if we were oblivious to it.

I'd stood at the entrance of our mansion, waiting for my little birdie, when the car arrived and I saw her. Dressed in an all-black suit with a long leather jacket, adorned in golden earrings and delicate chains that started from her neck and went down to her chest. She wore several rings as well. Eyes smokey and kohl-lined, and a gun tucked in her coat. A bloody gun.

This was so not the dress I'd sent; mine was a light blue gown, classy and elegant. Fit for Kings. But Aanya looked like a Mafia Princess, a Volkov through and through. Grandpa Aiden would notice this. Uncle Eli and Dad would notice this too.

"I apologize for being late, Mr. King. Given the current breach of security, my dad wanted me to be extra cautious, so the gun-I hope that you and your family wouldn't mind. This is for personal security. Aunt Mia and Aunt Annika are already aware of the threats women are exposed to in our world and wouldn't mind me carrying a gun. I just hope that your family understands too."

"You think yourself too smart, don't you, little bird? But I wouldn't deprive you of your fun, given that you're in your rebellious phase, but I'd appreciate it if you carry yourself with elegance, and act the part of a loving fiancée. If not for my, then for your own family's sake, now that I literally hold the key to your survival in my palms. Don't misbehave and be a good girl." I stepped into her personal space and whispered, "Be a good girl and you'll be rewarded."

This made her shiver. "Get the hell away from me, who do you think-"

"Aanya, sweetie, what are you doing outside, come on in." My mom, along with Aunt Ava and Aunt Annika in tow, came to greet us at the door. Aunt Annika and Aunt Ava came forward and took each of her hands in theirs.

"Aanya, you look stunning as always, sweetheart. I'm so glad you could make it. But I'm super disappointed; I thought we shared everything. How could you hide something so big from us?" Aunt Annika pouted.

"I second that. This girl has become so big that she doesn't require her aunts anymore. I thought we were besties, Aanzy bear."

If that was not enough, the two King princesses came running towards us out of nowhere, "Till now I thought this was all a grand joke, but you're here, you really are planning to marry...Him. Although I'm like super happy, I'm not able to wrap my head around this. You guys are like poles apart, how did you even meet, I mean, of course you were acquainted since childhood, but girl you avoided him like the plague." Says Gina.

I catch Mom and Aunt Ava pass a knowing look to each other, smiling as though they share some special secret.

"Don't worry Gina, we won't let her off the hook so easily, we have a lot to talk about Ms. Aanya, a lot." Rebecca says while giving me the side glance.

They continued asking her questions and took her into the hallway, while my mom waited for me, entwining her arm with mine and asked, "Theo, are you sure about this? Marriage is a very big step. While I couldn't have been any happier for having Aanya as my daughter-in-law, I wouldn't want you or Aanya to be... disappointed if this turns out to be a decision taken in the heat of the moment, not when it would put our family in a tight spot given Annika's and Ava's relations with her. This is not a rash decision, right?"

"Mom, I assure you this is in both of our best interests. It's what we both want and need."

"Good. That's good to hear. I cannot wait to buy all the jewelry and dresses for your wedding. Oh, and we'll have a huge engagement ceremony followed by an even bigger wedding reception. Gina is over the moon; she and Rebecca have been discussing locations and whatnot."

I groaned. "I want an intimate ceremony, with only people close to us and our direct relatives invited. You know the Bratva rules, Mom. The security hazard it could prove to be if something goes wrong. Also, the Pakhan would decide the place and venue since my soon-to-be wife is a Mafia princess. You already are aware of all this."

Mom sighed. "Fine, we'll discuss the details later. Let's not keep others waiting."

As we entered the dining room, the atmosphere felt charged. It felt as if I was entering some battlefield. The long dining table was set elegantly, each place carefully arranged. Grandpa Aiden and Grandma Elsa were seated at one end, with Grandpa Levi and Grandma Astrid at the other. Dad, Uncle Eli, and the rest of the family filled in the spaces, creating a formidable presence.

My Grandpa Levi is the first one to break the silence, "Aanya, welcome to the family. Although this has come as quite a surprise for all of us, we're very much pleased and happy with yours and Theo's announcement for engagement. I've known you since you were a child. While I'm quite ecstatic with the news, I'm not sure how Xander is handling this. Did you have a chat with him of recent, Theo?"

I did not. I'm sure for the first time in his life Mr. Knight would be team Jeremy Volkov. I'm sure he might be conspiring something along with his son-in-law.

"Didn't get a chance to, but I'll soon reach out to him and personally hand out the invitation for our engagement. Whoever is important to my beloved fiancée is important for me as well." I place a kiss on Aanya's knuckles.

"Is it so, dear Grandson?" Grandpa Aiden asks, his voice cold and calculative. "I wonder how we were all oblivious to your relationship. We've known Aanya since she was a little girl. Not once did either of you show any interest towards the other. And all of a sudden, we get the news that you guys are planning to get engaged. Aanya, I apologize if my questions are making you uncomfortable, but do understand that my intentions are to protect my own. Just like the Volkovs are doing at the moment. I recently got a call from one of my old friends and partners who also happens to be a shareholder at the V corps, he's pulled out of the partnership we'd recently sealed. Such a coincidence, isn't it, Theodore?"

His tone turns downright taunting now.

"I'm sure you'll handle it just like you previously did for Uncle Creighton. The situation isn't that different this time, I suppose, Grandfather?" I can feel Aanya's discomfort. Aunt Annika shifts in her seat while Uncle Creighton gives me a look that says that's enough.

"One thing's for sure, Aanya, you have impeccable taste in men, just like your mom did back in our college days. Well, at least before she married your dad." My Dad adds in. He always does this, find someone's weakness and then use it to intimidate him or her.

I sense Aanya's walls raising up. I knew she wouldn't let this jibe slide.

Show me what you've got, little bird.

"You're right, Uncle Lan. I'm just like her. Both of us are capable of moving past vain distractions to fight for people and relationships that actually matter. The rest, we don't care much about."

Uncle Eli adds, "Who's this and what have you done to that little girl who used to hide behind books? If it wasn't for you talking with Ava or Zoey and Sierra, I'd almost thought you had no voice."

"That girl's grown up, Uncle Eli. She won't let any accusation or attack on her family slide. She's learned to give it back tenfold." Aanya says this while looking straight into my eyes. I catch Aunt Annika give her a proud smile, and so does Uncle Creighton.

"I'm so glad we've got one more spitfire added to our group. The boys will definitely have a tough time now, won't they, Astrid?" Grandma Elsa adds.

"I'm sure they will. I look forward to our Christmas games."

The dinner proceeds with some jokes thrown around here and there, and questions which Aanya elegantly answers. When dessert was finally served, Grandpa Aiden leaned back in his chair and addressed the table, "Theo, a word in private, please?"

I nodded, excusing myself and followed him into the library. The rich, dark wood and rows of books provided a stark contrast to the tension of the dining room.

Grandpa turned to face me, his expression serious. "Theo, you know I promised to stay out of your matters for a while, I can't help but voice my concerns about this engagement. Is this in any way related to the plan you've made for Abazi?"

"I can neither confirm nor deny."

"Boy, I don't care what approach you take with business rivals or partners, but when it involves our family members, people close to us, we think before we act. Have you even given it a thought before rushing in with whatever thing you have going on with the Volkov princess? Know this, Theo, she's Jeremy's dear daughter, Ava and Annika dot on her, she's best friends with Gina, and you know how close she's to both Rebecca and Jasper. Do not put your family in a difficult position. I'm warning you, if your actions somehow backfire, know this: you'd be losing a lot more than just your position."

"Thanks, Grandfather, I appreciate your concerns."

"That's not the only thing I'm concerned about. Your relationship looks more like an alliance; everyone noticed this at the dining table. I know that you guys are grown-ups now, but take this advice of mine to heart: Marriages arranged as alliances are nothing more than business transactions, and sooner or later, they meet their end. Only relationships built on trust and love endure every hardship. Look at your grandparents, your parents, Eli, Creighton and even myself and Elsa. These relationships push you to be a better version of yourself. Aanya is a lovely girl; I'm sure she'll fill in the big black hole you carry with you all the time, that is, if you give her a chance to be someone more than a pawn on your chessboard. Know this, Theo, if you do not take your chance, there are many who'd like to feed off her hands, worship her at an altar. On that note, do look out for Alec Morozova; he's been a very good friend to our dear Aanya, and oh, he's quite well acquainted with both her grandfathers. Rumors are they were to be engaged, but didn't due to some reasons I'm not aware of. Tread carefully Theo. He's the Pakhan's Son.There's a reason why I don't like you meddling a lot in the Bratva business, but that's out of question now isn't it?"

As soon as those words left my Grandpa's mouth, a strange feeling took hold in my chest, like a vise.

I will not bear another man's name taken with Aanya. Alec might be the Pakhan's Son, but he'll know that Aanya's mine. Even if I have to beat that fact into him.

[grimmeghoulz]

Can i request male reader x Rain or Phantom (or both) where the reader is a very old ghoul, worked for the ministry since the beginning but always stayed in the shadows. Now that the ministry has a greater following the reader has to show themselves because they have to work more. The ghouls obviously would like to make the reader a part of their group, but since the reader is an older ghoul he hates being in groups, or with anyone in general (like a grumpy old cat).

But a few ghouls stay persistent and kinda adopt stay with the reader and worm their way to his heart.and soon enough the reader can be seen around this ghoul all the time, eating, sleeping and just spending time with him (again like a cat)

Angst to fluff where the ghoul(s) adopt this grumpy old cat (reader) and manage to melt his cold heart

I hope this makes sense and you can work with it! :D

Please don't stress yourself out

Thank you, dear anon! I absolutely adore this concept and I honestly think you should pursue writing if you don't already! I make sure to take the time I need to deliver quality fics for you guys <33 Absolutely loved writing this!!

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DISCLAIMER: While drafting this I changed the POV from reader to third person as it was more effective for narrative purposes. I hope it's not too much of a problem.

TW: Mentions of violence & disturbing imagery, vomit and cursing. Nothing NSFW.

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Dear Reader, I assume you know about Ghost, the metal band that skyrocketed in popularity these past few years. I'm guessing you've seen or even attended some of their Rituals, but I have one question to ask you; Do you know who really plans them behind the scenes?

The Ministry is home to a particular ghoul, one you've never seen before and one who'd rather kill you than let you lay your eyes upon him. A ghoul as old as the foundations of the Ministry itself, who has seen it built and rebuilt through hundreds of centuries, the forefather of the ghouls you know today. A ghoul whose mere presence causes priests to question their faith as he was the ghoul who drove the church to murder and traffic millions of innocents after it tortured and enslaved him, after it killed his Papa in cold blood. If you're ever wandering around the Ministry, you may hear the metallic sounds of chains swinging and a thurible hitting the ground in the distance, the smell of a strange incense filling your body. And if you're not a human from the ministry...run if you value your life. Even recent Papas are careful to stay on his good side.

The younger ghouls are but tiny kits beside him, yet they flocked around him curiously. Even Mountain looks like a scrawny teen near him. While he did growl and occasionally snap at them for coming too close, cursing at them in an ancient form of the Hellish language, they still tried to include him in their lives the best they could, even calling him "Grandpa Rose". Despite all this, they were, admittedly, still terrified of him. The Ministry sometimes broadcasted the band's performances, resulting in televisions destroyed on the floor with large gash marks on the screens. The ghouls, with their eyes all around the ministry, noticed that this hulking hellbeast didn't wreck the screens because of them, he actually seemed to have a fear of humans.

Rain and Phantom, the youngest amongst the ghouls took it upon themselves to search the Ministry's library and database to find out more about him. Why was his body covered in large gashes and scars, where's his left arm? Why was the right side of his face torn and scarred and was he missing that eye too? But most importantly, the question aching at their minds, if he's apparently a ghoul from the middle ages why hasn't he returned to Hell yet? Where's his Papa? The duo sneaked around the Ministry trying to find their hidden vault of knowledge without getting caught, eventually finding a large safe behind a hidden door in the wall. After failing repeatedly to open the lock, they reluctantly turned to mist and snuck inside the door, regaining their forms inside the huge vault.

"Satan's asshole", panted Rain. "I'm not doing that again."

Phantom almost vomited next to him. "I second that."

The two began quietly rummaging through stacks upon stacks of scrolls, books, notes and diaries in the hopes of finding more about Rose. After seemingly hours upon endless hours of reading and rummaging, Phantom in a drowsy state accidentally knocks one of the glass shelves over. Rain caught it before it could shatter and awaken everyone in the Ministry, especially Imperator. She was scary as hell. He was about to scold Phantom until they noticed a hidden, moldy chest was behind this shelf. Gently lowering the shelf so as not to absolutely obliterate it, they hoisted the chest (with a whole lot of strain, that shit was heavy) and as quietly as possible lowered it on the ground. Rain easily slashed the chain of the lock and opened the box, revealing a plethora of never before seen notes and even a painting of Rose done in someone's blood, how fancy. As they were taking piles of stinking brown notes and books, Phantom pulled out an old illustrated poster done in the middle ages. Rain turned around to look at his partner, seeing an absolutely horrified face that, with hands shaking madly, gave him the poster.

A portrait of a man's severed bleeding head, crying dark tears, silently screaming in agony was drawn in grand detail with unintelligible wording and a vague date written underneath. The man had markings similar to Terzo...

"That was the day they murdered my Papa."

The two nearly shat themselves and squeaked in fear.

Rose was towering behind them, most of his face shadowed due to the yellowed light directly above them. The duo scrambled away, Rain protecting his partner.

Rain's voice was tough, merely a facade to hide his terror. "I'm sorry Rose, we just wanted-"

Rose waved a scarred hand at them. He wasn't mad at all, rather he had a melancholic expression on his face. "Do not worry. I understand. Young ghouls are naturally curious, I was too." He sat down cross-legged in front of them.

Phantom popped out from behind Rain, indirectly reassuring him that Rose means no harm despite his tail clearly being between his legs. "What do you mean?"

Rose began fidgeting with his goat-like ear. "I had snuck into a human church as a kit. I was curious, wanted to know about them. I was discovered, and they splashed holy water at my face. I ran away before they melted me alive."

Rain flinched, holy water was to ghouls like acid is to humans. Phantom hugged his partner. Rose reached a hand out but the duo hesitated, so he continued.

"As I was Papa's Quintessence Ghoul, they could easily trace him." The corners of his mouth sunk. "They captured both of us and beheaded him in a huge ceremony, throwing a feast at his decapitated head."

The ghoul solemnly stared at Rain and Phantom. "I'm sorry for being so harsh on all of you, like that'll fix anything" His gaze sharpened. "But you cannot trust humans. I cannot lose you too."

"Humans have changed since then, Rose.", Rain's voice was solid. "They won't burn us or kill our Papa."

Rose stood up. "How can you be so sure-"

Phantom, a great deal shorter, stood up to him. "People love us, man! They love our Papa, they actually made him a flower crown!"

Rose's gaze softened...he couldn't believe it.

Rain stood up as well. "They love our music, Rose. People travel from around the world to hear us. They're happy when we come, saddened when we leave."

Rose's shoulders slumped over. "Music, hm." He turned his face away with shame. "I destroyed my lute...vowed to never play again."

'Bullshit, let's make you one!" Phantom's voice was extremely determined, surprising Rose. "In fact, Aether's old guitar is perfect for you!" He hesitated a bit yelling at the old man. "Maybe we could fix his humbuckers-OOF"

Rose hugged the two, tears running down his face like rivers as he squished them. His one arm was enough to surround them. "I'm sorry, so very sorry, please forgive me."

Rain sighed and smirked. "It's alright, Grandpa."

Rose looked at them. "Grandpa?"

"Wait, do you not-"

The old ghoul broke down in a shower of tears, crying 'I'm a grandpa!' as he squeezed the ghouls in the tightest bear hug in history, lifting them off the ground.

Phantom patted his back. "Hey, big guy? I know that it's a bad time but, can we get out of here before Imperator finds us?"

Rose sniffled as he growled, his tail waving like a mas cat's. "What would she do?",

Rain waved his hands to calm him down. "She'll just take away our guitars for the day, it's alright."

Rose huffed, steam puffing out his nose. "We can't have that, now can we?"

With his one arm he gently hoisted the shelf and with one snap of his finger placed all the notes back in their place as if they've never been touched. He lifted the chest with a bounce and carried it under his arm, turning to look at the ghouls. "Ready for mist time, boys?"

The two groaned but there wasn't much else they could do. Disintegrating again, the trio floated back up to the Ministry, just in time to see the waking ghouls. Rose used his calming energy to soothe the lethargic ghouls as the others emerged from their rooms half asleep. The group jumped, seeing the giant no longer skulking but now fully upright, smiling at them with tears in his eyes. He lightly lowered his chest as to not startle them. "I know this is all very sudden to you, but I'm so-"

The entire group launched themselves at him, yelling "GRANDPA!" as they covered the big guy with hugs, his eyes welling up with tears. He was speechless with joy hugging his little ghouls as if they were his own grandkits.

Sister Imperator shouted from the other side of the Ministry. "GET READY, EVERYONE. WE'RE MOVING TO SPAIN IN SIX HOURS!"

Rain smiled. "You ready, big guy?"

Rose wiped a tear from his eye. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"How're you gonna play with one arm?" asked Cirrus, curiosity spewing from her words.

The big guy smiled as he closed is eyes. Mist began forming around his shoulder blade, forming into his missing arm as the ghouls stared in awe.

"How in Satan's name did ya even lose it anyway?" jumped Ifrit, always so sentimental.

Rose beamed brightly at his honesty. "I was born without it, little Ifrit!" He flexed his mist arm. "I'll teach you these tricks someday, don't worry."

"BUS ARRIVES IN 15 MINUTES!" yelled Sister, still on the other side.

Rose turned to Rain and Phantom. "You ready, boys?"

The duo fist bumped. "Let's get rocking."

[d3sperate-enuf]

Previously on hear me out-

the dumbass archons think it's the creator like you blind hoe stfu.

We all know the descending happens but then unfortunately for our reader got separated from their sib so skill issue. Anyways, archons think they're an imposter cause of the similar features and shit. Etc etc those who know the reader ain't it knows. Cue to the sib who thinks they're on crack, Scaramouche and Albedo are like this ain't it frfr

So to continue on, everything calms down (not) the creator is sitting on their throne trippy asf. Ain't they ever seen this much political meetings and bitches at their feet. Meanwhile impostor is having a Scaramouche and Albedo at their beck and call. Not much but better than nothing ig. Creator sib wonders where their little shit sib is bc they know they both got shat here until a word of blasphemy reaches their ears. What was it you ask?

"Tell your whore tamer that I'm gonna shove my foot up their ass" (ofc this was said when the impostor didn't know that their sib was the creator but are they gonna take it back? No)

Creator hears the message like they just heard a familiar melody and sends out a command that they want this impostor alive and unharmed. Yes the Fatui heard this but they didn't hear the alive and unharmed. So we can say impostor has their shit not cut out for them. Yeah sure dear I can destroy crap but with this many hoes after me? Haha no

They're royally screw fucked whatever.

Watch them get caught by the Fatui once and escape bc Purple shawty and their last words were, "Screw you, screw your momma, screw your entire bloodine and descendants."

Got caught round 2 but this time by those knights? Guards? I forgot okay but they got caught, saw Zhongli and said Ew Grandpa. Yes Zhongli was offended and couldn't do shit but got flipped off by impostor. Cue them handing the impostor with Albedo chained kneeling in front of the creator's throne with bags over their heads.

Then etc etc dramatic bag removal , cue over dramatic reactions to the relation. Wonder who's crying?

Anyways not my problem, omg they're siblings, oh shit is the older one mad? Haha but impostor stops them and gives the most shit eating grin. They can't even be remorseful now.

I'll leave everything else to y'all.

[luimagines]

Oni!Reader meeting the Fierce Deity. In the Japanese translation for Majora's Mask, the Fierce Deity Mask was called the Oni Mask.

Reader's Great Grandpa was practically a hoarder when it comes to treasures, both normal and magical. One such find being a special jade magatama capable of breaking even the most powerful curses. Oni!Reader is in the kitchen teaching Hyrule, Wind and Wild how to make sushi when they hear Time shout followed by a surge of power.

They immediately go to check out only to find the Old Man, their great-grandfather's jade magatama on the floor and the Fierce Deity standing there perplexed.

Reader: An Onimusha??? No, you feel like one but clearly aren't.

Fierce: And you must be the source of that strange magic I felt outside my prison.

Reader learns about the Fierce Deity Mask while the Chain are given an explanation on their great grandfather's magatama. They didn't know Time was carrying an ancient deity on him but it explained that powerful energy they were feeling.

None of them expect Oni!Reader's reaction afterwards.

Reader: *shrugs shoulders* Alright. Do you want a spare room or bunk with someone? I got plenty of space but my Komainu need to know you're here.

Warriors: Eh? Just like that?!

Reader: Not the weirdest guest I had. Sometime I let my Yokai friends stay a few nights. Including a Futakuchi-onno who are ghostly female spirits with a mouth on the back of their head-

Sky: What?

Reader: Jimenken, dog yokai with human faces-

Wild: Eh???

Reader: Can't forget my Great Godfather Ogama, whose a giant spear wielding toad Yokai that breathes rainbow smoke.

Twilight:...I see your point.

The Chain have a lot to learn about Yokai while Fierce is just confused when it comes to this strange being. Also the komainu pups definitely ran circles around the deity cause they're too curious.

He's going to pet all of them.

All of them.

Legend and Wild try to avoid direct eye contact because they both dressed like the Fierce Deity without really knowing who he was and now it's awkward.

Twilight and Hyrule have their questions regarding the mask and they're the only ones brave enough to ask them.

Four and Sky don't really care to be honest. As long as she doesn't hurt anyone.

Warrior and Wind are having flashbacks. They are hounding on Time.

[omnybus]

Dream Sketches: Rat Family Christmas

Last night I had a rough time sleeping, feeling rather sick and ended up sleeping in short bursts of a couple hours each. Each one had a dream of some kind, but the last bit of sleep I got was the only one I could actually remember, and it was quite vivid and surprisingly wholesome.

t;My dream started off with me walking down the road to a house that used to be my grandmother's, on my mom's side. About twenty years ago IRL, my family and I lived in this house with my grandmother when we first moved here, before buying and settling into our own house a couple years later. After my grandmother died my mom inherited and sold the house to another family, though sadly they ended up leaving the house in terrible disrepair, letting the lawn get overgrown and strewn with junk, as well as doing half-assed, unfinished "renovations" that left the house with exposed plywood and heaps of dissused wood on the lawn. It wasn't our responsibility at the end of the day though it still makes me and my mother sad to look at the state the house is now in. It was a very old but otherwise nice little house.

History lesson aside, in my dream I was on my phone talking to this demolitions company who rented out giant monsters for people to take control of to use for demolishing buildings. I arrived at the house and found this massive, forty-foot Godzilla-like creature standing intert and lifeless in front of the house's driveway. It looked like a mashup of several different dinosaurs and had seven digits on its hands and feet.

I told them that the monster they had sent was there and was ready for me to take control of to destroy the house, but then I looked over and saw that the house was completely different from what I remembered. Namely it was much nicer-looking and seemed completely different, looking like a mashup of several parts of a fancy old manor. It was asymmetrical but well put together, with a lovely garden and fresh paint and even a bell tower.

I told the demolition company I'd call them back and hung up, walking towards this new house to speak to the owners. I was originally going to just smash the house down as no-one was supposed to be inside, but I wanted to see what the deal was with this new look. As I eventually found the front door, I was greeted by a cheerful anthropomorphic rat lady dressed like a vampire. Her outfit seemed to be a mashup of a Halloween and Christmas dress, having a spiderweb motif but decorated with glittery baubles in red, black, and green. She invited me inside, and I obliged.

The interior of the house was much like the outside, fancy looking in shape and decor but put together in a haphazard yet solid way, with staircases and hallways going in every direction and countless rooms of every shape and size. All of it was decorated in orniments typical for both Halloween and Christmas, with strings of multicolored lights strug everywhere and little plastic bats, skulls, and pumpkins mixed with candy canes, holly, and jingle bells. As the rat lady led me deeper into the house she told me she was so glad to have a guest over and wanted me to meet the whole family. I ended up running into more anthro rat people of different ages, all dressed as vampires in Halloween/Christmas themed garb. Everyone I ran into was very friendly, greeting me as if I were one of their own- one big rat fellow, the "uncle", gave me a big hug and said "Glad to meet ya, champ!" while an elderly "grandpa" rat slapped me on the back and invited me to play cards later. Eventually I ended up in a huge room where dozens of rats were all gathered around, the whole family coming together to greet me. There were tables laden with snacks and drinks, a roaring fire, and a big Christmas tree decorated with shiny baubles, lights, and an iron chain garland witg what looked like a medieval morningstar on top. Several rat children of varying ages ran up and looked at me with excitement, as if expecting me to give them presents. The "triplets" were the most memorable here, popping out of three cardboard coffin-shaped gift boxes.

Once the rat lady got everyone to settle down, I managed to introduce myself, telling them my name and explaining that I used to live in this house. I told them that originally it was ordered for demolition because it was assumed no one lived here, but since it was clearly occupied, I told them I was going to call the whole thing off and join them for their Halloween/Christmas celebration. Everyone rejoiced at the news, and I headed out to take care of the demolitions company, getting several hugs, handshakes and high-fives along the way. I was really excited but at the same time slightly worried the monster outside would go rogue and attack anyway, but I figured I could enlist the help of this vampire rat family to stopping it. Either way I ended up waking up.

Overall, one of the most wholesome and colorful dreams I've had in a while! A lot of my dreams lately have been rather unpleassnt, with gorey and disturbing imagery or just a really melancholic or dreary tone, especially the ones I have when I fall asleep immediately after waking up. This is a nice little change of pace. I especially liked the giant house it took place in- honestly, ever since I was a little kid I wanted to live in a huge house or manor with lots of different hallways and hidden passages and stuff. The rats especially were fascinating, looking as if they were my own drawings but animated.

[pocketramblr]

Can we hit people across fandoms w/ the DFO stick, because I think it would be really funny to hut the entire chain with it, like AFO had nine sons probably for some evil plot that doesn't make sense to anyone but him but they all get scattered across dimensions and even worse they all become such great heroes (not that he'd have a way to know this but still)

Yeah sure you can hit anyone with the DfO stick in any- the enTIRE CHAIN?!?! DJFNGJGHGK OK guess there's a reason we never see any Link's father in the games

Hmm yeah well ok if I were to hit the entire chain with the DfO stick... I'd say AfO has a quirk that lets him jump into another dimension, and he finds that super cool, landing on an island in the sky with magic where he's hot stuff for being new and mysterious and hitting it off with the beauty of the town..... Until the goddeses look over and see him messing things up and kick him back to his home universe. Thing is, he'd already left something for Sky's mother to remember him by. AfO gets back to villainy, but after a while is bored and uses the quirk again, finding that way more time passed in the magical reality than it did in his own, so now there's people both in the clouds and building on the surface, and he romances the daughter of the kingdom's blacksmith in hopes he can get a cool magic sword to bring back, but Grandpa Albrecht Smith doesn't like him and, when the goddeses realize AfO's back and kick him from the server again, makes sure that he raises his grandson to be a much better man.

This continues to happen, nine times. The goddeses get quicker at realizing when that awful intruder is there, but at this point they also realized he has a tendency to have very powerful and very heroic sons, so they kinda let him stay just long enough to have a hero on call, then boot him.

When the Chain is together, they do wonder about the resemblance between them, but literally none of them could ever guess the real reason why

[moth-in-the-moon]

Howdy I was that first ask (sorry I'd rather stay anon, bad xmen fandom experiences taught me to keep my opinions to myself or people will go after you personally). I'm only answering now cuz it doesn't look like we got the same timezones : I found your blog after looking up Margali related stuff (I needed this) and saw the reblog with the tag about "messy timeline". I like putting together timeline charts for my favs so I pulled out my Nightcrawler related one (slightly messy from following Si Spurrier's runs) and decided to give a shot to X-Men Blue. Big mistake. I should have listened to you. My 10 years in the making timeline chart is now only good for the dumpster and I'm done with Si.

I sent my ask to you because everyone is very hush hush about these kinds of complains and I just wanted you to know you weren't alone.

Okay so, I don't hate the Golden Child on her own, it's... How she came to be was unnecessary weird (genetically Kurt is as much her grandpa as he is her dad, wtf). What a weird road to go down instead of having her be like Cardinal. You know the chimera engineered from Nightcrawler's DNA +2 mutants that's straight up Azazel with red hair and eyes ? From PoX ? (Not sure if the editors remember him at all)

Funny stuff about Azazel btw, the demon thing was a retcon on his mutant status done after Austen left (he's back to being a mutant since 2019), Azazel keeps close contact with other Winding Way witches than Margali and Nightcrawler's ectrodactyly might have come from him too because he has been shown in a few comics (when doing his behind the scenes scheming with no one else around) to have that at least for his hands and uses his shapeshifting to hide it... For reasons.

I personally never cared about the Baron because he was a nothing character ? Man didn't even have a first name or canon appearance until TAS and his lastname's a plothole. This gets to the point where having him and Azazel turn out to be the same person, like a secret identity to the latter dude, would actually be an improvement and funny idea.

You're right, that "beloved darling child" is a straight up joke when looking at Mystique and Destiny's actions : They adopted and raised Rogue in 616 since she was a CHILD, raised both her and Kurt together in the "Children in the attic" what-if (Scott Lobdell but Mystique didnt throw Nightcrawler into a waterfall to save herself. Still calls Rogue the child she "always wanted" even then) and straight up let Nightcrawler die saving Hope when they were ready to sacrifice her as a baby to save Rogue (Kurt's death was avoidable and Mystique didn't know he'd be back to life like ever).

Mystique also raised Nightcrawler from birth in Age of Apocalypse where everything is Hell and he gets killed (Apocalypse attacks long after he was born so it's the same chain of events until that) and kept close contact and looked after Destiny's many human children, mutant grandchildren and grand-grandchildren throughout the years in 616... To the point of killing Graydon Creed, her biological son which she kept close watch on until his teens, to protect them. Kurt turns out to have been neglected more by her than Graydon at this point following this one shot.

The change made here on the "definite origin story" complicates and contradict stuff for no reason. It also adds another layer of unanswered questions which goes against the point of a definite story

"Why would Mystique and Destiny plan on having this kid, finally have him then straight up abandon him because of a 'sudden vision' when one of them is a precog who checks the future 24/7 to be sure everything goes perfectly fine but apparently kept things going when she saw 0 futures with that baby in it post due-date and never even once wrote about said baby in her future diaries for Mystique to do stuff for him in the future when she was gone (contrary to Rogue the child they adopted) ?" Si Spurrier doesn't care to think about important elements like that and just keeping throwing stuff on a wall to see what sticks

"Why didn't they rescue Nightcrawler before Xavier at any point and recruit him/secretly raise him with Rogue ?" Nightcrawler's first appearance was him literally running away from a mob (canonically not his first) before being saved by Xavier, one of the 3 people Mystique and Destiny were going to assassinate in their first appearance (Days of Future Past) which directly led to Nightcrawler being one of the first (avoidable) mutant casualties of that timeline. So even without years of baggage, these two didn't care about Kurt within their first X-Men issue with him. But sure the answer to this is probably the future vision excuse again I bet...

Well tell that to Margali Szardos, the circus fortune teller who managed to properly raise Kurt and protect him with half the power, wealth, means, knowledge and people. Oh wait we can't cuz she ded (Weird coincidence that the same writer behind this story which tries to make Mystique and Destiny look like the best moms for Nightcrawler turned Kurt's actual good mom into the complete opposite of who she was then unceremoniously killed her...)

Mystique has also spent her time using her knowledge of his origins as way to get him to do stuff for her then lied about them over and over again (this story makes it the third time she lied). Something she never hesitated or regretted doing

Then you have... Krakoa. So much to say. Most recent example ? Mystique and Destiny abandoned Kurt (for the 2nd time now) in the Sins of Sinister timeline when they left the island before he got switched with his sinister clone and Margali did her full corruption thing. They straight up ignored him when he grew horns in present time from beginning to end. He gets mind-controlled, murders people and has to leave to an Orchis filled Earth without keeping in touch with anyone, no reaction whatsoever from them

This reveal just turned Mystique and Destiny from bad to god awful parents in general (it looks like they never cared because they never raised him themselves) and yet the story pretends otherwise

One, before I get into anything, BIIIG ask. I've never had an ask that big. Two, Before I get into anything, Cardinal my beloved, my son, my beautiful beautiful boy, he and god baby should both be canon and like. weird universeally/timeline displaces siblings. A thing about Cardinal that I personally think is an interesting concept is how, being part Rachel (so a descendant of Jean) would make him probably be on the Phoenixes list of favourite hosts, which I think could be interesting with his anti-violence genes (<- whatever the fuck that was). Also they should remember him, since they made Rasputin 4 canon (I have my complaints about her genetic make up too, considering shes part. illyana and piotr.) Again, long thoughts under the read more

Yeah, again I completely agree on the neglect paart. The reveal managed to make Destiny and Mystique even more horrible parents, but it's trying to paint them as loving their son, which, is kinda nonsensical with past context. As I said, this retcon at this point in time is bad for the characters BECAUSE of the years of plot from the past. From mystique caring for other children to how they both act towards Kurt throughout things like Krakoa, it doesnt really add up. Plus, what would be the reason for them to not tell him sooner? Did destiny specifically see Kurt get a sick ass magic sword and go "this is incredibly important to the timeline" and thats why they stayed quiet? Having them make destiny and raven be heartbroken about the baby having to go and having the description literally be like "neither of us ever had any kids because of love until we decited to have you" It's a whiplash that could technically work if built up right, but this wasn't built up. Because I do think this could've worked with better set up, but its too late for that.

And yeah no, there have been what-ifs of mystique "successfully" raising Kurt, so it just makes the vision a weirdly cruel plotpoint. Plus that means Destiny is now canonically at fault for all that happened to Kurt, because she knew and actively set it in motion through this retcon. Which. is a wild thing to accidentally do.

Though I do like the moment where Mystique is like "I wished for a daughter", that feels fitting to her and kurts relationship.

Also this does make Kurt doing his "make 'em talk by letting them freefall under the threat of letting them splat" to Destiny funnier. You go boy, threaten matricide!

And man, yeah, Margali wasn't a perfect mom, but we have many scenes of her being a good mom or at least trying to be (specifically for kurt). Shout out to her calling Kurt her specialest boy that one time, she loved her baby. We need a Margali comic about her and her powers honestly, she's canonically one of the strongest sorcerers ever, bound by the moody nature of a living dimension, it would be so interesting to see how the way actually effects her and if she's like, bound to certain actions by the way, lest it destroys her or something. She is the sorcerer supreme of it iirc so there is a very specific connection here, especially since the wandering way is alive. With Kurt having the magic sword now too, it would be interesting for margali to come back (cause lets be real, she isnt gonna stay dead (<- threat. by me. at the comics.) and maybe teach him magic or how to work with magic. Let them actually work out the cracks in their relationship, show that they both do love eachother, but time and everything that has come up just kept tearing at them and margalis laissez-faire nature and following of the winding way didnt really help.

also man, krakoa was a good fun idea, i hate that they killed her, you couldve done alot of good with krakoa, the writers were just on their "uuuuh. shit we cant have mutants be happy" path again