#dragon’s fatal fist

[gotankgo]

November 1981 - Phoenix

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover Crack Pairing

Ryu and Mai Shiranui

Rymai/MaiRyu/Dancing Dragon/Strongest and Beautiest/Shiranui Fist

Ryu:

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Mai Shiranui:

[junowritings]

Could I request pre-romanced but interested Astarion (spawn), Gale, Halsin, and Rolan each reacting to Tav, in a moment of desperation, transforming into a silver dragon to save him from death. The kicker? Tav did not remember that they were a true dragon due to the tadpole wrecking their memory and is just as caught off guard by this revelation as he is.

Oh now this was too much fun to write! I ended up trying to generate a different scenario for each of them bc it was fun to imagine the context for each of them! :D

Astarion

♡ What a foolish thing; to let your guard down. Astarion knows better than most that nothing good would come of doing something so utterly stupid, no matter how safe. And yet he makes that very same pitfall after a battle with gnolls goes awry. Most of the beasts had been knocked off the nearby cliff-face, an underhanded tactic but he knew well to make use of the terrain even at the cost of any worthwhile loot. The rest had been picked off easily, and when Astarion buries his dagger into the gnoll prone beneath him the tension in the air finally seems to ease - the battle is over, for now.

♡ He’s still picking bits of viscera from his clothes, bemoaning the effort it’s going to take to pluck the gore from the decals when he spots you across the battlefield. You’re helping Karlach pry her axe free from getting a bit too gung-ho on an enemy’s skull, and he watches your face scrunch up from the effort with a snort. You catch his gaze when you look up, returning his fanged grin with an unamused huff of your own. It’s a sweet sight, even marred by blood and dirt, and Astarion makes a move to rise to his feet intending to amble over and watch you either succeed or count the axe as a loss. That was the plan-

♡ Until the carcass beneath him lurches, a screaming mass that in its death rattle bowls them both straight over the edge. And in the blink of an eye he’s in freefall, barely catching the look of horror on your face before he slips from sight.

♡ It’s nowhere near as graceful as the tales make believe. The wind bites at Astarion’s face and whips around him hard enough that his ears ring as hands try to grapple for purchase against the wall of the cliff. Nothing catches, only grabbing fistfuls of dirt and catching on rocks that crumble away beneath his fingers. No, no, no this was not how he was going to die; but there’s nothing to hold, nothing to see but the vast expanse of sky above his head as though taunting his very fate-

♡ And something else. Something large and scaled and burning silver as wings fan out enough to block out the sun as it appears practically out of thin air.

♡ A dragon. As if things couldn’t get worse?! Astarion’s cursing just about every force in the universe that he can think of as the beast plummets to close the distance. It’s there in seconds, a rippling wave of silver that swelters the very air as a taloned hand shoots out and catches him around the midsection. He expects to be eaten, maybe plucked to pieces right there and then; instead the dragon’s body rolls mid flight, curling close around the vampire spawn like a protective shield as the ground rushes to meet them. 

♡ The landing isn’t gentle, having been too close to the ground to take flight. Both hit the earth but it isn’t the fatal fall it could have been. At one point he slips from the dragon’s talons, and by the time he’s wormed his way free he’s marred by dirt and spitting leaves alongside the plethora of curses in his vocabulary. But he’s alive.

♡ He certainly wasn’t complaining about that, but his head is still spinning with the ‘why’ of it all - where had that beast come from? Why  hadn’t it killed him when it had the chance? He’s already looking for his dagger that had been lost in the fall as he scrambles to his feet, whipping around to face the dragon as he hears it stir. But he doesn’t find it. No, instead he finds-

♡ You. The last of the draconic visage crumbles like burned parchment, and you slump to your knees in the gouge your previous form had carved into the earth. Your hands tremble as you bring them up to your face, inspecting them like you’re checking that they’re truly there before your head shoots up to look at the vampire spawn you’d just saved. There’s a wild look in your eyes, confusion evident as you mirror his own slack jawed expression and trip over yourself to get back onto your feet with a scream of “What was that?!”

♡ At first he doesn’t believe your pleas of ignorance, and doesn’t get why you’re trying to protest so hard that you didn’t know. It’s not as though he hasn’t kept secrets from the group before - it’s not as though he willingly shared he was a spawn holding hands around the campfire like a jolly old fellow, did he? He’s not going to fault you for keeping your secrets so long as it’s not getting him killed. 

♡ But then he catches you pacing later that night back at camp, muttering to yourself of how you could forget and mulling over what else you’d lost with the tadpole. That kind of panic isn’t easy to fake, and you aren’t even aware of the audience to fake it. Has that tadpole altered your memories that thoroughly? A disturbing thought.

♡ Of course he’ll be the first person to encourage you to use this ‘new’ form of yours to your advantage - why wouldn’t you? It’s not everyday that someone finds out that they can turn into a hulking magical creature at the drop of a hat, so why not make the most of it? Not to mention it will be excellent for both combat and persuading anyone who makes the mistake of thinking that you’re easy prey.

♡ Of course that brings the whole other question of - why the hells did you jump after him?! Did you think your little friend in the artifact would somehow save the two of you again?! You hadn't even hesitated to reach for him; to protect him…Astarion doesn’t know whether to throttle you over your own self sacrificing logic, or kiss your damned face until any thought of risking your life like that again goes out of the window.

♡ Perhaps he’ll do both - he hasn’t decided yet.

♡ Plus, he’ll never admit it, but the camp feels a little safer knowing that it’s got a fire breathing, flying scaled powerhouse for a leader - might move his tent just a little closer to your own after that realization. 

Gale

♡ Wizards and close combat rarely mix well together. It has been somewhat of a running gag between the pair of you since the first tussle back at the grove when he nearly went sailing off the rocks he’d been casting from when a sword got far too close to his flank for his liking. You’d been there to save him, of course, biting back a teasing comment on his ‘graceful trip’ and trying not to chuckle as you’d helped the man back to his feet when it was all over. Gale naturally had been just as quick to remind you that even with his lack of tact for fisticuffs he was just as capable at keeping you as safe as you kept him. As he’d proved with a well timed magic missile not even one fight later,.

♡ The understanding was mutual - he’d protect you with all of the magic at his disposal, and you would do what you can to shield him on the battlefront. As you got closer, and the wizard got the opportunity to know you better, that protection evolved to something deeper. Something more than just having one another’s back out of necessity; the thought of any harm coming to you in the first place had been a sour notion, but now it was downright unthinkable. You took every blow meant for him without hesitation; pushed back any blade or arrow meant for him even if it led to adding a few more scars to your repertoire. And gods if you didn’t look absolutely stunning doing it.

♡ This time is no different. The sounds of battle ring in his ears, the clashing of weapons striking drowned out only by the roars of a group thrust into combat. Considering just how many unique faces make up their party (with a githyanki warrior, a renowned hero of the coast, and an excitable yet combustible tiefling - to name a few) Gale is surprised that bandits would even try their luck against this gaggle of adventurers. But where your group has skill, theirs has numbers, and this fight has been going on long enough that everyone is exhausted, frayed and running out of steam.

♡ He watches you on the other side of the battlefield, weapon clutched tightly in clenched fists and eyes burning with the fire of combat as you call out to your companions. You’re trying to pinpoint everyone's locations, caught up in the fighting as your weapon comes down on a bandit’s head. Multiple voices call out to you and Gale opens his mouth to join them, the air around crackling as he rears back to cast another spell. But the words barely get past his lips before he feels a solid blow to the back of the head and for just a second his world goes white. There’s a kick to his back and the world topples before he hands on him. 

♡There is a fist wrapped up in his hair and a blade so close to his gut to breathe is a risk. One of the bandits - how had they gotten so close without him noticing? Had he gotten complacent thinking he was safe from his vantage point? A knee digs into him and the wheeze he lets out is pained as he attempts to throw the bandit off. But Gale’s not a fighter, and it’s getting harder to think straight when another hard yank knocks his head against the ground with a harsh crack. Magic pulses at his fingertips as they rake up dirt, the words forming in his mouth hoping to get them out before that blade decides to get familiar with his insides. If only he could just-

♡ What comes next happens suddenly. A rush of air, an unrelenting wave of heat and the weight suffocating him is gone. The bandit’s body is hoisted up in a cushing jaw, only able to get out little more than a scream before they’re essentially ragdolled across the field. The threat of an imminent gutting is gone, but Gale finds himself unable to breathe once again as he realizes what exactly has descended upon him.

♡ Multiple times his size with several layers of thick silver hide, and adorned with thick leathery wings, a dragon prowls overhead. Slitted eyes scan across the battlefield, taking in the carnage and what remains of the stragglers that Gale’s companions haven’t taken down with a surprisingly clarity. It’s…looking for something? No, someone - your companions. He watches the creatures head tilt, letting out something akin to a billowing rumble before setting its sights back on the wizard still very much pinned beneath it. 

♡ The dragon’s head leans down, a huff of air feeling sweltering against his face as he comes face to snout with the creature that could easily turn him into wizard-chow with but a bite of that wall of teeth in its maw. But it doesn’t; instead it lets out another huff and there’s a ripple that seems to shake every single scale on its body before it’s shifting. It shrinks, morphs, changes into someone all too familiar as you drop down to your knees. Poor Gale almost gets a limb to the gut again as you slump down beside him, shaking off some sort of daze as you come back to your senses. It’s you - that dragon was you?

♡Gale doesn’t realize he’s shouting till he hears your own voice shouting along with him just as confused and panicked. Surely the pair of you must look like fools, unable to get out any kind of coherent word as your brains catch up to. You end up having to cover his mouth with your hand so that there’s enough quiet to actually process what has just happened, but Gale doesn’t miss how utterly lost you look about the whole ordeal - clearly this is as much news to you as it is to him.

♡ Once things have calmed down (and he’s checked to make sure he didn’t infact get punctured by a stray talon on the way down) Gale is absolutely fascinated. Nothing short of a kid in a candy store, this man is enthralled by the implications of your transformation. He knows you’re shaken of course, and he gives you time to do whatever you need to to ground yourself before he thinks to act upon any of his burning questions. He hopes to shed some light on things by working through these questions with you, hoping that they’ll spark some recollection you couldn’t remember before. 

♡ He’s tactful, tries to be subtle but you can tell that he’s clearly excited to learn about the origins of this ability. Is it related to your bloodline? Or were you perhaps cursed? Could this be some kind of advanced wildshape unbefore discovered? It doesn’t hurt you, does it? The last question gives the wizard pause, and he can’t quite relax till you assure him that the process doesn’t cause you pain.

♡ Depending on if your memories came back after your first transformation, you’ll only be able to give him so many answers. Feel free to practice your abilities around him though. At first he keeps a safe, out of the line of fire-distance, but it doesn’t take long before he inches closer until he’s close enough to run a hand along your flank if you allow him. There is an almost reverent touch alongside his curiosity as he marvels at the sight of you - breathtaking, is the only word he can find to describe it as you extend a wing for him to examine. 

Halsin

♡ Halsin has lived long enough to see many beings, experience many things. But he’s not fool enough to simply assume that he’s seen all that this world has to offer. There are still plenty of things to discover, many days and events he has yet to live amongst these new companions that have stumbled their way into the druid’s life.

♡Every moment with you has been a shining example of that fact - from the tadpole in your skull that you somehow manage to resist with each passing day, to the very way you approach the world around you. You somehow always managed to leave Halsin guessing, trying to wrap his head around the impossibility of you - regardless of you background, regardless of your creed or the life you lived before the tadpole, you remained a walking anomaly. Once which kept him on his toes, wondering what facet of you that you would reveal to him next.

♡ Of course he had done the same for you - you’d just about knocked your whole team over when he’d transformed after you’d first rescued the druid; recalled to you events and moments in his life that had anyone else told you, you would have called bullshit. It was a mutual exchange - you were open to him, and so he would do the same for you. He trusted you after all, and hoped you felt the same for him.

♡ That trust extended to the battlefield as well. Halsin’s desire to protect extended to the entirety of your party, naturally, but you were under a watchful eye with this man. Your penchant for the disregard of your own safety left much to be desired in the ways of keeping you safe; the needs of others or obtaining what you want often put above your own safety in the throes of a fight. Your habits of getting into trouble were something he grows far used to by now, so Halsin willingly takes the mantle of your protector, if only to save you from all of the scratches and scars that you’ll no doubt earn yourself down the road with your current mindset.

♡ Such as now. Within a wildshape, Halsin acts as a defensive shield for the other companions in a fight against a stray goblin raiding party. The leftover dregs of the ones from back at the temple that were set on hunting the party down long after the fall of the cultist once housed there. Teeth and claws rip and tear into goblin flesh and bone with ease, the bear acting as an utter powerhouse shrugging off each and every hit as though he was being poked with sticks and not swords. Things look to be over swiftly, as alongside the attacks of yourself and your other companions the goblin’s ranks are quickly dwindling - having either been felled by your defense or fled once they realize it was not a fight so easily won. With luck, you’ll all be back at camp before sundown.

♡ It is you who warns him that that’s not the case. He hears your voice, hears your scream of his name and Halsin cranes his head in an attempt to seek you out worried that something had happened to you when he wasn’t looking.

♡ But then a blinding light bursts against his side and he roars, loud and anguished at the sudden pain that washes over - some kind of explosive, brutal and all too effective against the druid. It’s enough for him to drop, barely still clinging to his wildshaped form as he braces against the earth in a bid to get back to his feet. What’s left of the goblins swarm, threatening to overwhelm him in his vulnerability and Halsin prepares himself for the approaching onslaught that closes in on him.

♡ Then something slams overhead, the squeals and cries of the goblins drowned out by a blinding roar that rings in the air like a toll as something impossibly large lands above Halsin and the goblins barricading them from their assault behind the wall of its body. A thick sweltering heat takes over, emanating from scales that glint like fine silver as the large body of a dragon settles overhead, and the area around them becomes alive with noise and chaos in its wake. 

♡ The very ground trembles under thick clawed footfalls - the trees groaning barely avoiding the wrath of this dragon as it rises to its full height and lunges for the attackers. The goblins never stand a chance - whichever ones weren’t smart enough to scarper before are taken out with little more than a snap of jaws and the swipe of a tail. Large claws break into the earth below, digging deep as though to ensure the dragon doesn’t move an inch from the druid’s side even as the last of the goblins are reduced to shreds. 

♡ When it is all over the creature visibly loses its hostility as it rounds once again upon Halsin. A firm nudge to his side, as gentle as a beast of this size can be and Halsin manages to push himself back to his feet, shedding the form of his barely clinging wildshape as exhaustion settles heavily upon his shoulders. By this point he knows that it means no harm, head pressed to his side until he’s firm in his stance before slinking away and circling around the druid as though appraising, checking for more damage. When none is found there’s a twitch, a shift in its tail that works its way up to its skull as though its very being is unraveling before Halsin’s eyes - and that’s exactly what happens.

♡ Scales and talons shift and rend, giving way to familiar flesh and a face the druid has all but committed to memory. This time he is the one to offer support, large hands coming up to brace upon your shoulders as you stumble over yourself looking about with a bewildered expression. “That was…what did I…?” Your words are met with a gentle assurance that that can be tackled in due time - it’s better to tackle those questions with a clearer head after nursing your injuries. And he’ll be right there will you, even guiding you back to camp till you practically insist that you’ll be fine on your own.

♡ Halsin has heard of many species and many abilities, but nothing that’s quite like a dragon shifter. At least, not one like you seem to be. You seem just as distraught by that knowledge, alongside the fact that this appears. Yet another thing that the tadpole has taken from you, if your belief to have had this ability before is true. It isn’t much different than using wildshape, as you learn once you talk through the experience with Halsin - what you were feeling before, what you were thinking. You admit that the only thing on your mind had been protecting him when you’d turned, horrified at the sight of him hurt and just out of your reach to save. The look of momentary surprise on Halsin’s face melts into something far softer at the revelation, a gentle praise at your own thoughtfulness to protect others that may leave you feeling bashful.

♡ Halsin actively encourages you to shift whenever you feel the desire to do so. Learn more about this form and what it means to you; refamiliarize yourself with a part of you that you’ve been separated from for such a time. He’ll talk you through it should you express any need for support, but he knows that you’re more than capable of controlling this aspect of yourself just as you have before. Of course he’ll also be admiring you the whole time, nothing but honest praise about the power of your form and the beauty of this other part of you.

Rolan

♡ It was a mistake to have ever come to the shadowlands - now Rolan is losing everything. Cal, Lia, his very own life; all of it is going to be snuffed out by the oppressive darkness which has defiled every inch of this place, and he’s powerless to do anything to stop it. All he had wanted to do was to make a life for his family, to make Rolan a name that they and others could be proud of. But every good deed seemed to only make things worse in the end - hells had even that one act of kindness saving those damned kids been rewarded like this? Not even his attempt to save his siblings had worked and now he was facing perishing in a land where death was never kind, as though the world was giving him one final kick when he was down to remind him of his own shortcomings. 

♡ Shadows circle in, lured in by the dwindling embers of his torch which is the only thing barely keeping him alive in this forsaken wasteland. But that is not enough; they claw at the edges of his light, ripping and tearing at the hem of his robes and grasping for his ankles, hoping to get a foothold on the tiefling long enough to drag him off into the darkness to never be seen again. Panic unfurls in his gut, burning brighter than the useless glorified stick clenched between sharp nails as he wrenches himself free of their grasp and stumbles over himself trying in vain to make some distance.

♡ He’s got minutes at the most, moments at the least; and those creatures writhing in shadow and dark have the luxury of biding their time waiting out his final seconds. He’s going to die here - without ever seeing his siblings again. What had he ever done to deserve such a cruel ending?

♡ But it doesn’t end - at least, not here.

♡ A roar breaks through the sound of his pulse pounding in his ears, and every hair on the back of his neck stands up as a chill shoots down his spine like a shot of ice. What, had some worse creature come to finish him off? As if being torn to shreds within the shadowlands wasn’t bad enough, now he’s got to contend with something bigger. And gods, is it bigger. Even through the thick smog of the shadowlands it stands out like a beacon of silver, its very scales giving off a faint glow within the darkness as though the shadows themselves are reviled by its presence alone. A feeling sinks within the pit of his chest the moment that he realizes what manner of creature is stalking towards him.  A dragon - gods, why did it have to be a dragon?!

♡ The beast is huge, a rippling wall of impenetrable flesh that cuts through the space between them in little more than a few bounds. Wings stretch wide, an impressively intimidating display as taloned hands slam down on where the shadows persist. The shadows dissipate easily beneath its claws but their shriek in indignation warbles uselessly, clearly not expecting the sudden attack in their bid for new prey. What the shadows have in number the dragon compensates for in size, easily swiping down a handful before attempting to latch onto another with its sizable maw.

♡ Rolan can’t tell if it’s doing any damage, but whatever perceived slight this dragon has on the shadows Rolan isn’t going to question. The shadows have their attention turned to the beast; if he has any intention of making it out alive he reasons he needs to get out of here now. But that’s easier said than done when one wrong move could have him meeting the business end of a stray swipe or the lingering shadow taking the opportunity to pounce. He’s going nowhere - not while the fight persists.

♡ Eventually the shadows must decide that facing a dragon isn’t worth the trouble just for making the meal out of the tiefling, and no sooner had Rolan been surrounded, the shadowy figures slink back into the deepest recesses of the darkness. A wave of relief warms his bones at the realization that they’ve slithered back to whatever domain formed them - he’s alive.

♡ But then those slitted eyes land back on him, and Rolan decides his chances may have been better dealing with those shadows. His attempts to escape are thwarted, the dragon rounding on him in a manner far slower than the frantic thrashing of before. No, it’s watching him, and the tiefling is rendered frozen at the curious way it tilts its head as though it recognizes something familiar.. 

♡ Almost jumps out of his own skin when it nudges him, a quick bump of its head that almost knocks him flat. Rolan barks out a curse, but the winged creature insists on pushing him till he finally takes the hint and moves to where it’s clearly wanting him to go. Gods, this is unnerving and he doesn’t know what it wants until the nudging finally stops and he finds himself staring down at the lump of belongings haphazardly discarded at his feet. And he tenses. 

♡ This pack - that lantern - he knows who they belong to at a glance. And no sooner has he put the pieces together that there’s a ripple of energy, a shift in the very air as the dragon before him begins to change. It molds into something else, taking on a form far more familiar - the last face he’d thought to see, but perhaps the one he should have expected.

♡ You just about keel over, clutching your knees and shaking bad enough to match his own as you let out a wheeze. You’re not worse for wear aside from the general health risks of being out in a land so tainted by dark magic, but even as you dust yourself off and look over at Rolan, you once again leave him speechless with a quick quip of “So…that was new.”

♡New? NEW?! You mean you just suddenly discovered your shifting abilities, like some twisted epiphany?! The pair of you must be a right sight, huddled around the moon lantern with him slack jawed and you looking more confused than you have any right to be after that stunt. It’s too much to process, and he’s still reeling from the near death experience and everything that has happened in such a short amount of time. Doesn’t put up nearly as much of a fight as he would have in his right mind when you urge him to go back to the inn - you’re grateful for that, or he might have insisted on coming with you even more.

♡ He doesn’t get to grill you on your abilities until everyone is finally safe. Many are enjoying what little respite they can get before they move on to the next place away from here, and he catches you finishing up your own business at the inn hoping for answers before you leave. Like Astarion, he has doubts that you didn’t know. Really? Not even an inkling to the draconic blood in your veins or where it had come from. Tries not to be frustrated at the shrug you offer in response, having to remind himself that this is a new development for you - he’s not going to pry you with questions when you’re likely still struggling to wrap your head around the prospect yourself.

♡ Once Rolan realizes what had triggered your transformation he goes uncharacteristically quiet, staring hard at your face as though trying to gauge your bluff. When he finds none his voice breaks with his gratitude, hiding the shake behind a cleared throat as he breaks eye contact suddenly struggling to meet the sincerity in your gaze. That was…perhaps he needed to rethink what exactly that - he - meant to you another time; in a place where there’s not always life or death on the line.

[buckrecs]

HELLO so i was wondering if you have some winter soldier x reader fics?? ive been trying to find some but theyre all so short (still amazing stories tho) tysm, i really appreciate you making recs

Winter Soldier!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

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Into Cursed Pixie Dust by @buckets-and-trees

���He's credited over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years…” but you don’t know that. You run into him once, then again, again, again. Destiny draws you together, and neither of you can deny the pull. And yet though he never ages, you do.

Stalker by @you-are-my-sanctuary

In which Bucky has a crush on the new PR manager and is being an adorable stalker.

sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

when your boyfriend bucky wakes up with the winter soldier mindest, you do the only thing you know how to do- comfort him. he does the only thing he knows how to thank you- possessive sex. 

Colors in the Dark by @buckychrist

The world is without color, and that’s never bothered the Winter Soldier. The Fist of HYDRA didn’t have time for love and soulmates. At almost a century old, what are the odds that his soulmate was even still living?

ephemeral by @earlgreydream

the winter soldier shows up wounded at your door during a storm.

Purgatory by @wkemeup

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

a soldier gone rouge by @kinanabinks

the winter soldier has been sent to kill you. why, then, are you so wet?

Reverse Psychology by @waiting4inspiration

Bucky’s Winter Soldier mode is triggered. But you have something up your sleeves that will bring him back.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

Don’t Fear the Reaper by @gogolucky13

One night, the Winter Soldier appears at your place of work to eliminate a target. He leaves you alive, only to return a few months later.

Fatal Mistake by @rookthorne

A rogue agent amidst their ranks, it was the perfect plan, a perfect escape. It was their fatal mistake. 

Wolf, Partner, Gloves… by @revengingbarnes

HYDRA’s words make Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode. Then he meets you, and you make for him words that will bring him back to normal.

the dragon and her shadow by @kashimos-hajime

You fall in love with the Winter Soldier, and they punish you for it. Sentiment is weakness, but what can they do? After all, they cannot kill the Fist of H.Y.D.R.A. and mortal men cannot even begin to comprehend slaying a dragon.

take it easy, romeo by @sunmoonandeddie

The Soldat remembers one person through it all.

You Found Me by @samthemarvelfan

Bucky Barnes always came home to you. What happens when he doesn't? Worse than that...what happens when he forgets you existed?

Gone Again by @tokoyamisstuff

The Winter Soldier is lost and confused, unable to remember a single thing - except for the place where he’d find the woman that had become his safe space.

I’ll Come Back for You by @milliedazzledust

something where he is in winter soldier mode and protecting the scientist (y/n) where she is the only one who can sort of calm him down after a mission.

Void by @theeleggymeggy

Working as a nurse at HYDRA, you find yourself intervening when you catch Alexander Pierce striking The Asset. You don’t even know this man, but you can’t just stand and watch him be beat down.

Sweet Memory by @

SERIES

One’s Promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare

Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

 

Breach by @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor (dark)

The reader finds herself in the Winter Soldier’s cross hairs during a lock down.

Reset by @lunarbuck

The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.

Devil’s Backbone by @trashmenofmarvel

With your team dead and your mission failed, you’ve been taken by the assassin to an unknown location and are at the mercy of your cruel tormentors.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.

Welcome Home… Soldat? by @winterarmyy

Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

[small-sinclair]

For you

Obsessed!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: mention of blood, gore, Bo being obsessed with reader, mention of him wanted to drink blood, he’s a bit unhealthy, beheading in graphic detail!!!! (Maybe you can read this as I’m being a vampire if you squint?)

Let me know if you want more Obsessed!Bo Sinclair!

When he found you bleeding on the floor and crying in the House of Wax, he felt his heart shatter. He felt as if his world was falling apart because he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You’re hurt,” he whispers silently to himself, pain in his voice. There’s still blood in his hair from the latest kill, but the wild and untamed eyes turned worried and hurt when he sees your leg scrapped. Though it wasn’t it big or major, you still cried from the pain.

He knelt next to you and caressed your cheek. He thumbed away the stray tears that fell, and it felt like acid burning through his skin and bones. “Who did this to you?” He asked gently, his voice mixed in venom and silk. “Who did it?”

You leaned into his touch. “It doesn’t matter—“

“Sweetheart,” he starts, lifting your chin with his hand. “Tell me. Who did this?” You could see blood and red starting to fill his blue eyes. “Point to me where he went.”

You didn’t need to tell him anything as he heard the girl running away screaming from Vincent. He looked at you then at Vincent, and he slowly raised your hand to kiss it. His lips were soft and cracked against your skin. “I’ll be back, my sunflower,” he whispers in your skin. “I promise. Her head will be yours.”

He doesn’t let you say anything else as he stands up and leaves. He’s a hunter, born and raised. The taste of blood and bone will be forever stained in his teeth and tongue.

“She’s mine,” he hissed at Vincent as he walked past him, stealing the dragon-headed knife handle. He knows the girl can’t leave. She’s trap in this maze his mother created.

He’s like a wolf approaching a rabbit as he enters a room. He sees the girl trying to escape, and he only smirks. He loves it when they run and escape. Bo drew closer to her, the knife tight in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Flashes of you crying and bleeding in front of him made his heart burst and boil. The cries from the girl muffled away in his ears and her pleads go unheard. With a mighty shove, he had her on the ground. She coward away from him but he stood over her. He could see her lips moving, but her words didn’t reach him.

The only thing he heard was your broken sobs of pain and the acid tears that touched his skin. You’re his sunflower, his deity, the one he’ll hunt for. He felt like he failed you when he saw you hurt. Your tears and blood stained on his paints. He’s not worthy of your blood. He can’t be. The more he thought about you crying, the more he wanted the girl gone. He didn’t her in town. He didn’t want you to see her ever again.

He raised the knife high and brought it down. He felt the skin and the blade cutting, but it wasn’t fatal. He stabbed again and again, over and over, until she laid barely breathing and tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt the warmth of the blood on his face and smiled like a devil. He twirled the knife with his fingers and brought it over the girl’s throat, cutting it deep. Even when dead, he didn’t stop. He cut deeper and deeper under her head was clean off. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted it high. He tilted his head to the side and examined the girl and her face without a care in his eyes. Bo stood with her head in his hand and walked back where you were.

Vincent was next to you as he helped bandage your leg. He frowns when he saw you, but his smile returns. He felt like a servant bring an offering to a royal as he came closer with the girl’s head hanging from her hair in his hands. He promised to bring you her head, and he was going to keep good. He would carved your name in his skin with a rusty spoon if you ask him— no, command him. You’re his everything, and he’ll serve you until the bitter end. He’d lick your blood off the floor and worship the ground you bled on if it pleases you! The very thought of it made his heart flutter just a bit along with the idea of you letting him taste your blood. He wanted to feel closer to you… he wanted to know how you would tasted.

He stands a couple feet away from you when he falls to his knees. You look over and horror fills your eyes once you see the girl’s lifeless eyes looking at you. You want to scream, but you can’t. You couldn’t.

Bo place the head between you and him as he lowered his head to a bow. “For you,” he says in a low voice. “Her head as promised.”

You can’t speak as you look at the head then back at Bo. He’s done it. He’s gone to far in loving you that it’s become unhealthy. The puppy blue eyes that he flashes, the hearts dancing in his eyes, and the sweet rose petals and daisy voice no longer feels safe. He did this for you.

Just.

For.

You.

Sickness fills you but your eyes roll back and you fell in Vincent’s arms.

[tinkerleaf]

Not the End

this one is for my maladaptive daydream fuel timeline, so it may not make sense in some places. also, there are a few minor details i had to swap around from the real thing (pls don't get mad) Synopsis: reader is hurt after helping chuuya in dead apple. gn reader Pairing: chuuya/reader/dazai Words: 430 Genre: slight angst Warnings: mention of blood

After the events of Dead Apple, you were exhausted. The hard ground didn’t help your aching body or open wounds. You were heaving, forcing yourself to stabilize your breaths.

Part of the city was destroyed, but it was safe from the larger evil. Because of the dire situation at hand, you were ordered to assist Chuuya in the sky to defeat the dragon. Due to your previous work with him in the Mafia, you had no trouble matching his pace. Despite this, you were still roughed up pretty badly after taking down the enemy.

You felt a cold hand reach for your shoulder and turn you around to face upward. You could see Chuuya through your tired eyes, he was also covered in blood.

He coughed, “You good?”

You couldn’t answer him. You felt like you would pass out any minute from the migraine creeping its way into your head.

“Gotcha.” He gently took a look at your injuries. Luckily, none of them were fatal. He knew he couldn’t be with you for too long, so he kept it swift and turned to walk away. However, it began to rain, and he knew he couldn’t just leave you like that. He sighed, took his coat off, and placed it over you. That way, when the agency members find you, at least you won’t be wet. He may have his grievances with you over leaving the Port Mafia, but he didn’t hate you.

He couldn’t. Not after everything you’ve been through together. He understands why you left, to seek out revenge on whoever killed your father. But it still pains him to see you with the agency. To see you with him.

He looked over to see Akutagawa, who was searching for him. “I know, I’m comin’.” Footsteps were heard from behind the two. He knew who it was. “They're fine. Over there.” The noise went towards your limp body.

Dazai kneeled in front of you before picking you up into his arms. “You always gotta get yourself in a bind, huh? You must love it when I carry you.”

If you weren’t so weak, you would have smacked him. However, all you could strain out was an irritated whine. After a few minutes, you fell asleep.

Chuuya, however, had to pry his eyes away from the two of you, his fists clenched. Dazai always had to get in his way, always had to make things more difficult. He hated relying on him when he used Corruption, just another thing Dazai had over him. He may not ever defeat him, but he will get you back. One way, or another.

[crimsonbastard]

Alright, so *possible spoiler ahead*but here's my analysis of Castlevania Nocturne's Season 2 trailer

1. Richter's Fall and Rise:

So in the Trailer we're given a moment where we see Richter seemingly getting overwhelmed by Erzsebet's power and he presumably takes a fatal blow in this scene.

Followed by him lying on the ground, bleeding out and at death's door.

This and Julia's death are eerily similar if you see them side by side.

But where Julia falls, we see Richter rise again.

That is not the same Richter who got outclassed by Erzsebet. He definitely tapped into the full extent of his recently awakened magic, seemingly reaching the level of his video game counterpart.

But how did he reach this new level of power? Well that leads to the second theory.

2. Alucard Being Benched in the Battle Against Erzsebet

We see a close up of Richter's Flaming Fist for a split second, but if we look carefully, we can also see someone behind it.

It's most definitely Long Blonde Hair. And there only 3 characters who have long hair and are Blonde. They're Maria, Alucard and Tera. But why do I think it's Alucard? Well here's why.

Alucard straight up says that if he isn't strong enough (or if he dies) to defeated Erzsebet, he needs a Belmont to Put a Stop to it. And if we go back to the first Season 2 Teaser, we get this scene.

We've Richter (No Glowing Eyes) and Alucard squaring up against Erzsebet. I'm guessing that Richter is going to be fatally wounded in the confrontation, and Alucard is going to step up and possibly give him a power boost which might cost him his strength, severly weakening him. (he's got 300 years of magical experience, so he probably learnt a lot of new tricks)

We've got Richter covering Alucard and showing Erzsebet (or Drolta) the business.

3. Dark Maria

Maria is going through the ringer this season, having a father who tried to sacrifice her, only for her mother to offer herself as one for her sake and get defiled in the process. I believe her emotional state has started to effect her powers because:

That is not how she summons her creatures, normally.

In the collage below we see her usual summoning ability followed by her newest summon:

We see her summoning her creatures through a portal of light. The summons so far look "friendly". Her newest dragon summon looks more menacing and "evil" as it kills a mook with impunity, its as if Maria's turbulent emotional state had brought it forth.

Either that, or Maria knows how to access and summon more violent and dangerous beasts but didn't do it as she recognised the inherent dangers of doing so, but since she has lost her mother to darkness, she's out for revenge and is no longer holding back. Resorting to more darker aspects of her power to get revenge.

We see Maria alone throughout the trailer, she's probably going to go off on her own little quest as she tries to save her mother. (The rest of the group probably told her to stick to the plan, but we know she's not the type to listen to adults, as we saw in season, when she went alone to see her father)

In the Trailer we see a brief shot of Juste and Tera squaring off and, with what appears to be an ice prison in the background;

We see Maria in it. Tera and Juste are fighting over her, with Tera probably wanting Maria to join her and Erzsebet whereas Juste is trying to save her soul. Whoever the Victor of this fight be, it'll probably snap Maria out of it.

Thats about it for now. What do you think this new season might bring? Will we reach a point where we're going to get Rondo of Blood and Symphony of the Night Adapted?

Share your thoughts in the notes <3

[yaut-jaknowit]

Before A Throne

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3225

Summary: We'ar-ow takes you to a new spot on the ship. New for you. Her throne room. As the Monarch of this clan, she must delegate tasks and ensure her clan thrives. It's a perfect time to show you off. As her pet, you are sat upon the steps of her throne and forced to stay. Like a good pet.

Author Note: Uh-oh… that anger is rising!

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A black, leather-style collar was hanging from We’ar-ow’s pointer finger. An offer, but more of a demand. It was for you. A collar. For you. To wear. Your body shook with rage that somehow didn’t pelt her in the face with swinging fists or venom-filled words. This was beyond anything you could handle.

“Why?” you grounded out through clenched teeth. The last two days have been calm. She lets you stay in your room the entire time as you wasted away from boredness. But it was better than facing the damn dragon that has you as her pet. Oh, that really grinded your gears truly right now. How dare she?! You’re a person! With thoughts, with feelings, with emotions. She thinks it normal to chain you up with a collar. You’re not a dog or some Houdini child. You’ve been good around her, for the most part.

Her piercing gaze was kept on you as she peered over her mandibles to look down at you. God, she was massive. At least two feet taller. Probably closer to three feet taller. You don’t even reach her midriff while standing in front of her.

The two bottom mandibles flutter mindlessly. “Pets wear collars.” She was completely pushing your buttons. Your nails bit harshly into the pads of flesh that made up your hands. “Pets wear their collars proudly,” she continued.

Your teeth grinded against each other as you gazed up at her. Anger had to be rolling off of you in waves. Deadly, fatal waves that if it was any other Yautja, you would be dead in a heart beat.

A deep breath cycled through your lungs. “I’m not a pet,” you argued, finally putting your foot down. You were done playing this game.

Wow, it took four days to break you.

We’ar-ow leaned down, invading your personal space, and wrapped a hand around your neck. Instantly, you freaked and kicked out your legs to fight for life. Her hold wasn’t vicious or hurting. Just something to keep you there, before her. “But, you are. Your skin is marred with my symbol as Monarch. And your previous failed to protect you, his pet. Why resist? I can give you life worry-free and relaxing on furs I’ve hunted myself,” she explained and slowly blinked at you.

At her words, your eyes narrowed. Dwainet had hunted furs for you, as a mate. From experience, that was a mate thing to gather survival items for the other. But, you did only had one life experience. So maybe she was just doing what an owner does with a pet.

“You forcefully put that mark on my skin! And as a pet. I won’t lower myself to that standard just because it’s an easy life. I’d rather live a hard life than be humiliated as a pet,” you spat out the last words as if it was vile. Truly it was. “I wasn’t a pet to Dwainet. He was my mate.” You finally let the cat out of the bag.

And she didn’t react in a negative way. Just ‘hmpf’ed and slightly grinned. Her face was still close, breath baring down on you. “You think I didn’t know that. You reeked of his mating scent. What I don’t understand is why? You would let a low ranking, barely blooded male to mate with you?” she questioned as if it was the more absurd thing to ever do.

Now she was questioning your love life! God, save your soul. “Because humans don’t care about that! I fell in love with him.” Her hand tightened for a second, your body freezing when you remembered how easily it would be snap your neck.

Then, she took a step forward, forcing you backwards. All the way until your back met the cool wall of your new room. It felt like she grew an extra foot or two as she completely towered over your trembling form. You had made a fatal error, you felt it in your bones as she studied you. “Young and dumb. The two of you are. How was this lesson learned? Well? I hope.”

You wanted to shy away from her intense stare down, but the Yautja refused to let up for a moment. As if she wanted to get it through your thick skull. “What do you think would’ve happened if I had not found you? Unclaimed physically by another Yautja. You were just a plaything to anyone who came along your path. You are ooman. You would not survive out there,” she stated. Her hot, thick body pressed against yours, trapped between her and the wall. Not an inch of relief to escape.

That boiling rage just came back in full force. Fire flickering mightily in your eyes. “You think I’m just some weak human that needed saving? You think you are doing me favor?!” you scoffed and wiggled a little. It just further increased your worries. She wasn’t letting you go or move.

Plainly, frankly, she stated: “yes.” Her thumb stroked along the ridge of your cheek bone. If it wasn’t for the sharp talon at the end so close to your eye, you would’ve been possibly distracted. It was soothing, almost. “So, either make a choice now. Make this easier on yourself and I or I will show you why I was made Monarch.”

The translator even carried over the dreadful threat in her voice and words. You didn’t have much of choice besides pain and suffering. You let your head loll back and thunk against the wall. “It’s a lose-lose situation, anyhow.” You paused and stared blankly up at the grey ceiling. “Just get it over with.” You were not winning this argument. You would never win one with her. You were done.

Her hand slipped away, leaving behind goosebumps. You heard the clinking of metal before the warm leather embraced from the back of your neck and locked together on your throat. You swallowed and felt the way it effected the bobbing of your throat.

“Ruach finished your clothing as well. Pick what you want. I’m taking you out.” Your body froze at her words. You knew she wasn’t about to kill you. She was hauling you back into the public of her kind. Somewhere you didn’t want to be. The last place you wanted to be. It’s only been two days… can’t you get like two years to recuperate after that traumatic episode.

Like you learned earlier… there was no winning an argument with her. It’s best to just shut up and sit along for the ride. Until an exit becomes clear. That was your new goal. Going home.

We’ar-ow turned around then and walked out of the room. At least she’ll give you some privacy to change. The least she could give after humiliating you lately. You knew nakedness was fine when it came to their species. It was the norm. To you, however, was the complete opposite.

How will you ever survive in this new world.

Up against the wall was a newly placed box. You stomped over to it and ripped open the lid. Just like how We’ar-ow had stated, Ruach had finished your clothing. Your jaw dropped at the first one on top. It wasn’t anything revealing or anything but it was strictly formal. Well, shit. Formal meant parties or gatherings of the sort. Such things you will most likely be forced to join.

A grumbled groan passed through your nose. You dug through the box to find something that could be considered for your kind. Please have a T-shirt and short or pants. Something close to it, please!

Maybe god had mercy on your poor soul. A semi-normal looking T-shirt with off-setting pants sat in the box. You pulled those out with a smile and pumped your fists above your head in victory. “Yes!” you cheered, ready to strip when chittering laughter met your ears. You froze then whipped your head over in the noise’s direction.

Of course, it couldn’t be anyone else. You shied away from her amused gaze and stood normally. There goes your privacy.

“I did not know it takes clothes to please my pet,” she purred. There she goes, ruining the moment. Your shoulders slumped, teeth grinding against one another.

It was worth a shot. “Gonna give me privacy to change?” you questioned and did your best to hold back the anger in your voice. An emotion she chittered her amusement once more.

“No.”

If only you could throttle her. You sighed in defeat before swiftly stripping down to your underwear and pulling on the new clothing. They fit… perfectly, as much as you hated to admit it. They weren’t snug in any place. The fabric didn’t rub. In all honesty, the fabric felt like heaven against your skin. Not too soft that it felt like nothing was there, but was smooth to your skin. If the situation was different, you would be thanking Ruach for the clothing. Instead, you just cursed at him less in your mind.

The Yautja strutted over to you and lightly grasped your chin to bring it up. There was a softness you’ve only seen in the privacy of her space. “They are to liking?” she asked, voice softened close to a whisper.

Your throat bobbed, head unable to nod. “Y-yeah,” you stuttered, feeling how your heart pounded in your chest. So hard, it felt like it was about to jump out into her hands.

She hummed, other hand coming up and stroking the like-leather collar around your throat. “You may not like it now. Once your emotions clear, you will see how being a Monarch’s pet will be a great life.” The moment was crushed. You turned your head out of her hold and took two massive steps away from her. She continued to stand before you, hand falling back to her side.

“We head out now,” she demanded then spun on her heel and marched out of the door. In the whirlwind of emotions flying in your head, you timidly follow after her, like a shadow. Your new clothing swaying with each step as the two of you left her room and into the elevator.

Yautja filled the halls, conversing or going their own ways. Just like before, all of them spilt, leaving a wide, respectful berth to their Monarch. You just went along with everything, feeling the way the new collar burned against your skin. A reminder in the back of your mind, a sight that everyone could see. You seethed quietly.

After a couple of minutes, you realized you didn’t know where she was taking you. These halls weren’t familiar, even after half a year being on the ship. Dwainet never took you out of his room often. Something you didn’t mind too much. Away from danger, away from prying eyes.

A simple door slid back to reveal a massive room with a towering ceiling. Your jaw dropped. You’ve never been here before, let alone heard about it. Your steps slowed to a stop as you took in the room. We’ar-ow took notice and looked over her shoulder. “Come,” she stated and gestured with her head to keep up. Which, you did to the best of your ability as you admired the place.

This was no simple room compared to the door, something you realized. It was highly decorated, like a throne room for a king or queen.

That’s when it hit you. It was a throne room for We’ar-ow. She’s the Monarch. The highest standing power within her clan. Why has she brought you here?

Mentioned Yautja gracefully took the steps up a throne designed for her size. She sat down then crossed a leg over the other and leaned on an elbow. With her other hand, she motioned with a finger to come towards. Like a lost dog, you did so, eyes flickering around the place. You still couldn’t believe the size of this place and the way it was filled. It was definitely different compared to anywhere else on the ship.

The steps were taller than back on earth but you still climbed and stood before the Monarch on her throne. With no one in here, she let a small smirk grace her lips. We’ar-ow pointed to a spot next to her throne, still on the steps. “Sit, I have a few issues to resolve,” she said and let her arm rest in her lap.

Whatever magic gripped you was broken at her words. Sitting at her feet like a peasant! You wanted to scream at her. Instead, you hesitantly plopped harshly on the steps next to her throne and crossed your arms. To be honest, that hurt you more than you expected. You glared at the floor.

A hand petted the top of your head. “Calm, pet. This will be over shortly.” Yeah, when I find a way to escape from this hell hole and go back home.

It wasn’t until now that you realized how homesick you were. Away from your friends, you family. God, you left them without much of a notice. Gone, just like that. They probably think you’re dead or something like that. You shake your head to get her hand off. She pulled away without complaint.

Then, the real fun began.

Just sitting there while she talked with other Yautjas. For hours. For literal hours. Your butt on the metal covered in what felt like carpet wasn’t nice. It ruined your back, made your buttock muscles beyond sore. Worse of all, you felt yourself going crazy! What did she expect you to do for hours and blankly staring at the ground?! You needed something to toy with, something to fidget with. This couldn’t be a daily thing.

Thankfully, you had the translator, so you had one thing to entertain yourself with. Listening to the talk of everyday life of a Yautja and the clan. An idea came to mind as you observed. Maybe you could find out a way to escape by listening. Learn their patterns, learn the place from the inside out. A sly smile graced your face but was quickly wiped off. You couldn’t have anyone getting any hints of your thoughts.

This is how the day went on. You, a pet, sitting at their master’s feet as she discussed with her people about issues among the clan. During the entire time, you kept a passive look on your face as you rested your chin on your hand. How long will this go on?

Yet, this time gave you a chance to think so more. That’s all you could do whole you waited, impatiently, mind you.

To We’ar-ow’s room has a keypad that she inputted a code to entire. A code you didn’t know was strictly for her room or her own code to have access to the entire ship. You’ll have to pay closer attention to when she puts it in to learn what it is. Hopefully, it was the latter to help you get out of here. If she had a keycode to access the place, you’ll have unlimited access everywhere.

Perfect. At least, you have an idea on where to start.

“Pet.” As much as you hated to admit it, you turned your head in We’ar-ow’s call. Immediately, you scowled and rolled your eyes. How stupid of you.

We’ar-ow had stood up sometime during your inner monologue. You also stood up as well, considerably short than her hulking form. Her eyes met yours for a short second before she began to walk down the steps. You stayed for an extra moment and admired the throne room one more time. It was different to any other place you’ve seen on the ship. It was nice to see something fresh here.

Not another words was spoke to you. It was back to her room once more. You didn’t mind it one bit. Away from prying eyes and able to find something to fidget with, at least.

After passing the threshold of her quarters, a hand landed on your chest and pushed you flush with wall next to the door. You couldn’t help the gasp that pierced the quiet air. Your hand coming up to wrap around her thick wrist, as if you could pull it off. “We’ar-ow?” you questioned, the first time you’ve uttered her name.

You saw the sharp rise of her chest the second after the name left your lips. The hand added a hair of weight, enough to be noticed. We’ar-ow leaned in, further crowding you to the wall. Her limb slid up to wrap around your neck, thumb forcefully tilting your head up more. She bent at the waist, knees bending to help her get to your shorter height.

With trembling rapture, you watched as she brought her massive head to your neck. You felt her hot breath fan over the fragile skin there. You whimpered in terror and clenched your eyes closed.

Then, she rubbed her head against your throat. The entirety of your body tensed painfully, ready for a killing blow to happen. But nothing besides the confusion on what she was doing. She changed sides of your neck, continuously rubbing against you like a cat. Your voice was lodged in your esophagus, stuck behind a lump of fright.

The terror that controlled your body had you froze like a deer in headlights. You didn’t know what to do or act in this situation. Dwainet has never done something like before.

Finally, you were able to swallow. “W-what are, are you doing?” you asked, voice trembling. All you could do was stare up at the ceiling as she kept rubbing herself on your neck.

“Scent marking you,” she explained, free hand pinning your hip to the wall as well. You were completely stuck, no room to escape from her clutches. You gritted your teeth painfully, chest taking shaky breaths.

So, she was doing what cats do, or dogs as well. Rubbing her scent on you, further claiming you as her pet. You slowly untensed your muscles to relax against the wall and let her do her thing. The day had been long and drawn out. The quicker she gets this done, the quicker you get to be in the safety of your room.

It was just the neck she went for. The hand on your hip slid up, underneath your shirt and palmed at your stomach. “Hey!” you snapped, without meaning to. That was too far though, more than something you were willing to let go.

We’ar-ow’s scent marking stilled, releasing a short trill in question; a sound you haven’t heard before from her. You reached for the limb on your stomach and tugged on it. “That’s too far.” But, the hand didn’t budge. “Don’t, don’t touch me.”

“I must scent mark you. You still have that male’s scent lingering on you.” Her hand, thankfully, slid back down to rest on your hip.

“Just stay to my neck, okay?” Your voice continued to tremble the entire time. And, We’ar-ow took you seriously. She pulled away from your neck and stared down at you. Not a word was said as she walked off like nothing happened. On the other hand, you stayed glued to the wall, life partially flashing before my eyes.

The Yautja left you there, to your own devices.

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[gargalezthesia]

Anticipation/Chase - Neuvillette x Diluc

YAYYY IM DOING TKTOBER !!! Starting out with my fave rarepair ever…. Tea hea…

Diluc internally cursed at himself, running as if his life depended on it. It was coming, and it was quick.

He stumbled a bit over a rock near Monstadt’s bridge, hearing the terrifying laugh of the creature behind him. He didn't dare look back as he got back up and swung around a tree, seeing a smirk plastered on its face. Seeing how smug it was made a bead of sweat fall down the man's face, running a bit faster before properly tripping on the same rock. Dammit, he got distracted…

He tried to get back up again, but he made the fatal mistake of looking behind him to see the creature flying at him, letting out a choked sound as it landed on him. He tried to wriggle free, do something to stop the thing from taking away the thing that mattered most to him:

His dignity.

The monst- Neuvillette looked down at him and chuckled, inching his face closer to Diluc’s. “Hello, Mon chéri.. What’s the matter? Why so nervous?” The dragon slowly guided his nail over his stomach, a gasp involuntarily coming out of Diluc’s mouth. “You seem…flustered, sir Diluc. I haven’t done anything, have I?” Neuvillette pulled his hand away, wiggling his fingers over his stomach without actually touching him, making the redhead want to crawl out of his skin and form a deep blush almost as red as his own hair. 

Neuvillette was smiling softly, intently watching his boyfriend’s reactions to his teasing. It had only made it worse, a giggle threatening to slip out of his mouth from how he could feel the heat from his hands. “Let me..go.” He spoke under his breath. He knew Neuvillette didn’t take his words seriously, watching Diluc’s rare (not when he was around Neuvillette, of course) grin quiver.

 Neuvillette took his wrist and smiled maliciously, pulling up his glove a little and agonizingly slowly dragging a finger over his wrist. Diluc’s hand balled into a fist, the other one covering his mouth. “Are you ready, mon beau?” After a few seconds, Diluc responded with a meek “yes” before Neuvillette pounced, his held in laughter echoing around them.

[tenderleavesbob]

They had traveled all this way to find the Sorceress Cia already dead, her minion Wizzro nothing more than a crumpled robe, the Dragon Knight Volga gone, presumably back to his caverns, and Cia's infamous Blue Knight missing.

As was Nabooru's strange Hylian friend Link and his island friend, who was also named Link of all things. If Ganondorf hadn't already wanted to verify that Cia was dead himself, this entire trip would have been a waste. Princess Zelda assured him via a messenger that the Sheikah had examined Cia's corpse and not even the time sorceress could live without her head.

Ganondorf was tempted to seek word about the two missing Hylian children, but the less information Princess Zelda received, the better. He also didn't want to explain how Nabooru was friends with the strange, feral Hylian child. He himself didn't know for sure.

"They are looking for the Blue Knight and Volga now," Nabooru told Ganondorf, riding beside him. They had no good excuse to stay with proof of Cia's death. It was a pity. Ganondorf had been rousing his army to finally kill the mad sorceress. No one yet knew who had struck the fatal blow. "We sent out spies. There's a chance one of them knows about Link's whereabouts."

Ganondorf grunted and nodded. He held his tongue about his own suspicions of Link's whereabouts. Considering the rumors of Cia's proclivities, Link would be lucky to be found dead in a ditch. It was a shame, he admitted, if only to himself. That snarky, wild child had been quite entertaining for a Hylian.

By the pinched look on Nabooru's face, she was probably thinking the same. Cia's determination to kidnap the two Hylian children was disturbing. There were rumors she had kidnapped others in the past. Perhaps that was what had finally pushed someone to the brink and led to her death.

Ganondorf offered a silent prayer to the Desert Goddess for the child to be at peace. At least Cia could do no more harm, even if he still wished his blade had been the one to kill her. Perhaps he could have laid claim to her territory then, as well. It was tempting to fight Princess Zelda for it.

Before he could discuss that thought with Nabooru, Aveil trotted up to them on her own horse. "My lord," she greeted, "my lady. Link and two others have been spotted by the river. The third person is unknown, but the second looks like the missing island child."

Nabooru lit up. "He's alive then?"

Aveil nodded. "It appears so. Both children appear unharmed."

"And the third person?" Ganondorf interrupted before Nabooru could become distracted. Link, even when he wasn't present, was always distracting.

"Wearing a cloak, my lord. We can't make out his identity. He appears injured."

Ganondorf nodded and held up his fist. All of his Gerudo paused and waited on his command. "Dismount. We will approach on foot. Do they have horses?"

"No, my lord."

"Then they can't outrun us." He dismounted and looked at Nabooru. "It seems your Hylian's good luck remains true."

Nabooru nodded, but he didn't mistake the shine in her eyes. She almost managed to look calm. Ganondorf knew better. "I wouldn't be surprised if he killed Cia himself."

Ganondorf wouldn't be that surprised, either, but he didn't say it. He turned to Aveil. "Lead the way."

The river cut through Hyrule Field and led to Zora's Domain. Beyond the river, the desert began to take over, leading to the home of the Gerudo. It was in the opposite direction of both Hyrule Castle and Cia's Temple. What were they doing this way? Perhaps Link was trying to make his way to the safety of the Gerudo. If that was the case and Link chose them over the Hylians, then it was only to Link's credit.

Voices carried as they moved closer to the river, but the rush of the water drowned out the words. Ganondorf led the way, keeping his hand close to his blade. They had no idea who the third party was or what role the person played.

At least, Ganondorf didn't have an idea until they crouched by a grove near the river and observed the trio. He recognized Link instantly. He was taller than he remembered, but he recognized the masks hanging at his hip and his messy golden hair. Both he and the island child were talking to the third individual, standing over them as the cloaked figure sat by the riverbank.

The cloak was made of fine material, obvious even from a distance. A hood covered the person's head, but Ganondorf didn't need to see the person's face. The Blue Knight's signature scarf was visible, as was the blade and fire rod at his hip. Rumors of those weapons had carried far and wide, as had the Blue Knight's destructive power with them. It was said that the Sorceress Cia barely needed an army with the Blue Knight and the Dragon Knight Volga at her beck and call.

"Goddess," Nabooru breathed.

All three heads snapped their way. Ganondorf forgot how good Hylian hearing was. The Blue Knight was instantly on his feet, fire rod blazing in his hand. To Ganondorf's surprise, he shoved the two boys behind him.

Ganondorf was King of the Gerudo for more than just being the only man born in this century. If he was foolish or weak, the Gerudo would have made him a symbol and nothing more. Ganondorf was clever, and he knew he was clever, but as the rumors of Cia's habits came to his mind, Ganondorf wished he wasn't. He thought he had an idea of who had killed Cia, after all.

He stepped away from the bushes and raised his hands. Other, more useful ideas percolated in his head. "Link," he called, not taking his eyes off the fire rod, "please tell your friend that we mean you no harm."

From behind the Blue Knight, Link visibly rolled his eyes. The little brat. "Which Link?" he called. To Ganondorf's surprise, he gestured at all three of them, including the Blue Knight. "We're all named Link here."

The Blue Knight shifted and hissed something at Link. As he did so, his hood fell off.

If Link was several years older, he might look like the cloaked Hylian. He was fair-skinned with pale golden hair and an attractive enough face for a Hylian. One of his pointed Hylian ears had the tip cut off. From the look of it, it was a recent wound. Ganondorf saw more blood spotting his cloak. Ganondorf also guessed the Hylian to be around 19, 20 at the very most. He kept his expression even despite the urge to grimace. Rumors of Cia and her Blue Knight had circulated for years.

Yes. He now had a very good idea of who had killed Cia.

"Stay back," the Blue Knight warned. Hylians were pale, but there was a distinct blanched quality to his skin. It seemed that Cia hadn't died without a fight.

Link tugged on the Blue Knight's scarf even as the island child tucked himself against the Hylian's other side. Ganondorf thought it was to help the Hylian stay on his feet. "They're friends. I told you that you could trust them." He pointed behind Ganondorf. "That's Nabooru. The guy with her is Ganondorf."

It seemed like Link hadn't changed in the time he had been missing. 'Guy with her,' indeed.

The Blue Knight flinched. If Ganondorf wasn't imagining it, he was beginning to sway. "King Ganondorf, you mean."

Ganondorf nodded and stepped forward. "I assume that Link was leading you to us for sanctuary. He is correct. He is friend to the Gerudo."

"And us?" the island boy challenged. He narrowed his eyes. Ganondorf assumed he was trying to look fierce. Perhaps he could be. The blade on his hip was certainly no toy, and Link had proven that Hylian children were not to be underestimated.

"And you," Ganondorf agreed. He studied the Blue Knight's face. His eyes were beginning to look glazed. He bit his bottom lip and looked even younger. "Both of you, as long as you don't prove yourself enemies."

The Blue Knight huffed at him, and he looked as intimidating as the two children with him despite his reputation. The fire rod sputtered in his hand. The Blue Knight began to blink rapidly, and Ganondorf wasn't surprised when he fire went out. Link and the island child shouted when the Blue Knight collapsed.

Nabooru rushed past Ganondorf to the three. Ganondorf took his time walking to them, even as he waved at their healer to tend to the Blue Knight.

It would seem like this trip wasn't a waste of time after all.

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover Street Fighter x Fatal Fury

Rumors has it that Mai is just as persistent as Chun-Li when it comes to pursuing Ryu.

“And I thought Chun-Li was bad in her pursuit.” Ryu commented dryly.

[borderlandsresearcher]

Movies Johnny Cage has acted in:

(Taken from wiki Fandoms)

Ninja Mime

Ninja Mime 2

Ninja Mime 3

Ninja Mime 4

Ninja Mime 5 

Dragon Fist

Dragon Fist 2

Son of Dragon Fist

HWAAAAA!!

Sudden Violence

Aquatic Assault

Exiting the Dragon of Death

7 Poisons

Cage Match

The Gist of my Fist

24 Karate Gold

Who's That?

Wu Shu (TV Series)

Mortal Kombat

Mortal Kombat II

Mortal Kombat III

Mortal Kombat: Deadly Alliance 

Mortal Kombat: The Death of Johnny Cage (Canceled lol)

Caged Rage

Ninja Priest (Kano claims Cage stole his likeness for the production)

Every Dog Has Its Day

Massive Strike

Iron Claw

Time Smashers

Citizen Cage 

Tommy Scissorfists 

Fight Dirty!

World's Most Wanted 

Fly High

Power Rangers (???)

You Got Caged

Stryker: I Was Doing My Job (Canceled)

Breaknose Mountain (😏)

The Exterminator  (inspired by his experiences with D'Vorah)

Fatal Infinity

Easy Die 

Ass Kick 

A TV commercial for Cage Cologne

The Flesh Pit (something he commented to be horrible)

The Chosen One

Temple of Katara Vala

Wicked Planet

[thecreaturecodex]

Dalya

“Rider” © Cindy Avellno, accessed at her ArtStation here

[And Monster Girl Summer is officially a Go! Part of my goal with Monster Girl Summer is to reflect on the games I’ve run in the past. And to sort of mentally catalog how many of the PCs started out monstrous, or became monstrous over the course of play. Like Dalya here. Dalya was originally a human, but ended up reincarnated as a gnoll. And was in the half of the party that survived their fight with Karzoug, as opposed to being wiped out in round 1. Time stop + reverse gravity + prismatic sphere, don’tcha know.

I ran Rise of the Runelords in 3.5. Dalya was originally built using the battle dancer class from Dragon Compendium. So making her a brawler was a easy choice for the conversion.]

Dalya CR 18 CG Humanoid (gnoll) This tall, lean hyena headed woman has her hair done up in a dyed fringe, and tattoos are visible beneath her fur. She wears leather armor and carries a buckler and spear.

Born to an exiled Shoanti father and a Varisian merchant mother, Dalya was used to living on the road. But she didn’t expect it to turn out the way it did. Visiting the Swallowtail Festival in Sandpoint, she was caught up in a goblin raid, which rapidly turned into investigating the growing power of the Sihedron cult and, eventually, opposing the forces of Karzoug. Underneath Thistletop, Dalya was slain by the barghest Malfeshnekor, but her allies were able to fight the beast back long enough to recover her body. Possibly as a side effect of being slain by one of Lamashtu’s chosen, Dalya was returned to life as a gnoll when brought back through a reincarnate spell. And Dalya couldn’t have been happier with her new body.

Dalya’s adventures continued from there, and she proudly brags that she’s never lost a fist fight with a giant. She was instrumental to killing Karzoug and preventing Varisia from being overrun by an army of lamiae and other monsters. But Dalya is not one to rest on her laurels, and she is in no way retired. Her current mission is to help a few packs of non-evil gnolls to settle in the Storval Plateau without causing too much conflict with the Shoanti quahs living there already. Her allies in this mission include a quartet of advanced crocuttals and Krojun Eats-What-He-Kills, a powerful warrior of the Sun Clan, himself reincarnated into a monstrous form (a bugbear) following a fatality in combat.

Dalya    CR 18 XP 153,600 CG Medium humanoid (gnoll, human) Reincarnated gnoll brawler (battle dancer) 18 Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +18 Defense AC 33, touch 20, flat-footed 26 (+6 Dex, +1 dodge, +1 natural, +6 armor, +6 shield, +3 deflection) hp 200 (18d10+90 plus 7) Fort +20, Ref +21, Will +13; +2 vs. fear, despair Resist fire 30 Defensive Abilities dancing dodge (9/day), hopeful Offense Speed 35 ft. Melee +4 evil outsider bane unarmed strike +34/+29/+24/+19 (2d8+16), +4 evil outsider bane bite +32 (1d6+5) or +4 evil outsider bane unarmed strike +32/+32/+27/+27/+22/+22/+17 (2d8+16), +4 evil outsider bane bite +32 (1d6+5)  or +2 returning distance spear +30/+25/+20/+15 (1d8+17/x3), +4 evil outsider bane bite +32 (1d6+5) Ranged +2 distance returning spear +26 (1d8+17/x3) Special Attacks awesome blow, brawler’s flurry, brawler’s strike (magic, cold iron, silver, chaotic, good, adamantine), martial flexibility (12/day, 3 feats as swift action or 1 as immediate), rolling flurry, sparring partners (3/day) Statistics Str 30, Dex 22, Con 21, Int 9, Wis 13, Cha 16 Base Atk +18; CMB +28 (+36 trip, +35 grapple, +30 bull rush, +29 disarm); CMD 48 (56 vs. trip, 55 vs. grapple, 50 vs. bull rush, 49 vs. disarm) Feats Acrobatic Steps (B), Combat Expertise (B), Combat Reflexes, Deflect Arrows, Dodge, Fleet (B), Improved Grapple (B), Improved Trip, Improved Unarmed Strike (B), Iron Will, Mobility, Monkey Moves, Monkey Style, Nimble Moves (B), Power Attack, Snapping Bite, Vicious Stomp (B) Skills Acrobatics +27, Climb +16, Intimidate +17, Linguistics +0, Perception +18, Perform (dance) +11, Ride +12, Sense Motive +12, Swim +16 Languages Common, Gnoll, Shoanti SQ close weapon mastery, dancer’s cunning, legendary, maneuver training (trip +4, grapple +3, bull rush +2, disarm +1), martial training, reincarnated Gear manual of gainful exercise +4 (expended), tome of leadership and influence +2 (expended), amulet of mighty fists +5 (+4 evil outsider bane), belt of physical perfection +4, +4 brawling leather armor, +5 buckler, +2 returning distance spear, winged boots, pliant gloves, cloak of resistance +4, ring of major fire resistance, ring of protection +3, potion of cure serious wounds (x3), potion of haste (x3), 500 gp worth of mundane jewelry, 36 pp. Special Abilities Dancer’s Cunning (Ex) A battle dancer can treat her Charisma score as her Intelligence score for the purpose of meeting the prerequisites of combat feats. In addition, she can attempt a Perform (dance) check instead of a Bluff check to feint in combat, and her unarmed strikes are considered to have the performance weapon special quality. Dancing Dodge (Ex) When an opponent attempts a melee attack against Dalya, she can expend one use of an attack of opportunity as an immediate action to move 5 feet, granting the battle dancer a +3 dodge bonus to AC against the triggering attack. The attack is still resolved normally, even if the battle dancer’s movement takes her out of the triggering attack’s reach. This movement is not a 5-foot step and provokes attacks of opportunity from creatures other than the one that triggered this ability, though the battle dancer can attempt an Acrobatics check to avoid provoking the attacks. Dalya can use this ability nine times per day. She can use this ability only while wearing light armor or no armor, and while carrying no heavier than a light load. Hopeful (Ex) Packmaster gnolls gain a +2 racial bonus on saving throws against fear effects and emotion effects such as despair, grief or boredom. They do not gain this bonus against rage effects, or other types of emotion effects, such as an unnatural lust or overwhelming presence spell (GM’s discretion). Legendary Dalya’s statistics are built using 25 point buy, and she has the gear of an 18th level PC. This increases her CR by +1. Reincarnated (Ex) Dalya was born human, but transformed into a gnoll due to a reincarnate spell. She has the bonus feat of a human, and bonus skill ranks for levels 1-4. She does not have the racial Hit Dice, or mental ability bonuses, of a gnoll. Rolling Flurry (Ex) When a battle dancer uses her brawler’s flurry, she must move 5 feet before each melee attack or combat maneuver. If she is unable to move 5 feet, she can’t attempt any further attacks or combat maneuvers. She can’t exceed her maximum speed. This movement does not provoke attacks of opportunity if the brawler would be able to take a 5-foot step normally; if she would be unable to (for instance, if she were in difficult terrain), the movement provokes attacks of opportunity as normal unless she succeeds at the appropriate Acrobatics checks. While using this ability, she can still take her normal 5-foot step before or after making her attacks. Sparring Partners (Ex) When Dalya gains a flanking bonus on an attack while using her rolling flurry ability, the ally providing the flank gains a flanking bonus on its next attack against that opponent, even if the battle dancer moves out of a flanking position. If either the opponent or the ally moves more than 5 feet before the ally’s attack, the flanking bonus is lost. This ability works only if the ally is on the opposite side of an opponent during the battle dancer’s attack, not if a flanking bonus is gained in some other way, such as through Gang Up. Dalya can use this ability three times per day.

[kingsonne-zedecks]

Ghost of a Chance: Chapter 1

Harmony’s thin black blade of shadow sliced through the area Lindon had been standing in only a moment before. He was saved only by the last minute shout of Dross.

Okay, so that was a close one, try to disrupt his footing now.Lindon shot a bar of blackflame at his attacker's feet, but Harmony dodged easily and brought his axe to bear, forcing Lindon to lurch backwards in order to keep his head attached to his body. 

Okay, so that was a close one too. I just need a little more time to finish processing the Ghostwater. Try letting him hit you in ways that aren’t fatal for a bit and maybe that will delay our inevitable deaths a little longer. 

Lindon didn’t think that was a good idea, but that opinion was irrelevant as he found himself involuntary following Dross’s advice when Harmony’s fist sent him flying through a wall into a small side chamber, landing a tangle of shelves and strange objects. 

Oh I know these things, this project was overseen by Northstrider himself. Artifacts carrying latent time authority. He hoped to slow relative time in order to give himself extra moments in which to formulate plans. It didn’t work like he thought, but I’m surprised the artifacts are still here and not looted. Oh look, Harmony is here too.

The Akura stood at the hole Lindon’s body had made, the disc of pure black framing his head from behind. He was preparing the thin blade of shadow that had split Renfei in half, and Lindon had nowhere to go, no room to maneuver in.

“Dross!” he shouted in his mind.

There! In his left pocket, a gatestone!

Lindon’s moves were mapped out only half a moment before he made them, a blast of Dragon’s Breath to Harmony’s right and a Burning Cloak enforced kick to the rubble in front of him. Harmony dodged both gracefully, spinning out of the way of the striker technique, and batting the rubble away with his hand. But Dross’s model worked, and a single piece of rock made it through, crushing the gatestone and sending Harmony vanishing away.

Whew, that was very difficult. On the bright side, I think I’ve finished processing the Ghostwater, so next time we fight him I am certain I’ll have a passable model of his fighting style. 

“If there is a next time,” Lindon thought, staring at the gap in the wall and the mass of rapidly spreading spacial fractures separating them from Orthos and the exit.

Hmm… That is… less than ideal. We could… No that would never work. Maybe if we…? No that would just kill us faster. 

Lindon just closed his eyes as Dross attempted to think their way out of this. More than anything else he regretted the waste. He had advanced so far in Ghostwater, it just didn’t seem fair for it to end here. 

Dross was still running through ideas when the cracks reached Lindon and the damaged artifacts all around him. 

The world flashed a blue so vibrant he could see it with his eyes closed, and then all went black, and Lindon opened his eyes to the roaring of a crowd and the purple and white banners of the Wei.

Next Chapter

AO3 Link

I wrote a second chapter to Ghost of a Chance and thought I'd repost the original chapter here on Tumblr for my Cradle mutuals, rather than just on ao3, since the fandom isn't exactly thriving over there currently.

This story concept follows Lindon sent back in time with Dross at the end of Ghostwater. I'll post the second chapter after this and the third one spinning in my head once I've performed the necessary extraction to get it out onto a page.

[greetings-inferiors]

Okay so I know this is out of order and I haven't touched persona Green in months but unironically this came to me in a dream and Yoshie was already one of if not the most underdeveloped of the main cast so I need to write this down NOW.

Yoshie Takamoto is a party member in Persona: Green of the Lovers arcana. She has a reputation as a sort of princess - she's beautiful, bubbly, and has a near flawless sense of fashion and style, sometimes even wearing a tiara as an accessory. However when she loses her temper she's like a raging demon (the joke is she's partially inspired by Akuma lol). She also boxes, being a top contender for the boxing club's middleweight champion. If you get on her bad side, you might not recover for a few days. She has gorgeous brown eyes and medium length hair that she wears long or in a ponytail if boxing, is on the heavier side with a fair mix of fat and muscle (because quite literally every single party member in the series is as thin as a stick I need one person who's even slightly plump), and is taller than average, but due to Miyuki and Safie already being quite tall, she looks about average height when with the group, about the same height as Nenji (poor Tsuneko she's like a head shorter than anyone else lol)

Being the lovers arcana, of course her story will have to do with her feelings for the male protagonist. But that's not who she has the social link with! Before she joins the group she already knows Kouki from being in the same tutor group, and has already developed a crush, but once she joins the group the only other woman she can confide in (Safie isn't an option for girl talk secrets lol especially not upon first meeting her) is Miyuki, whom she forms a social link with. It follows her escapades trying to make him confess to her, and I haven't even decided if it'll be fruitful yet so oooooh what's going to happennnnnn~

In the sea of souls her weapons are her fists, and when she gets into a fight thorns wrap around her hands like boxing tape. When she tears away the thorns they manifest into her persona Guinevere, a physical based attacker that focuses on dodging opponents attacks and responding with single powerful strikes. The element she wields is fire, and she can use the flames of her passion and competitiveness to give buffs to herself and her party. She has good hp, low defence, high strength, alright magic, and great agility and luck. She's kind of a mish mash of junpei and akihiko in terms of battle style (oh also I bet she has an akihiko poster on her wall he's her celebrity crush (he is a famous boxer right I haven't played arena yet)).

Her dungeon is fairly similar to Yukiko's with some key differences. She dreams of Kouki as her night in shining armour, and getting together and living happily ever after etc., but obviously she has doubts and insecurities that manifest as a terrible, wicked, disgusting dragon, which is revealed to be her shadow. It's also revealed that she just sees Kouki as another man for her to woo and then get bored of and abandon, as portrayed by all of the skeletal knights in the dragon's lair. Upon beating the shadow she admits that she just saw him as another man to "win", and deeply apologises for what he had to see, and that she doesn't actually love him. Kouki's like "that's okay we all have parts of ourselves which aren't great as long as you don't act upon them and treat people well in real life who cares what you dream" y'know the regular persona spiel and then she's like "yeah haha you're so right for that... Wait is it getting hot in here or is it just me" do you get me it's like before she just sees men as like objects or trophies to be won and she's like a badass femme fatale but then afterwards she like actually starts having healthy relationships with men and then it turns out she's actually a loser failgirl over the guy she's in love with do you see my vision

Anyway relationships with the rest of the cast:

Kouki: No chance, no way, I won't say it no no

Miyuki: you swoon you sigh why deny it uhoh

(I'm so sorry I'll actually properly do it now)

Kouki: greatly respects him as a leader of the group but also as just a really nice person. Like when you're acting like an awful person to someone and they're like "it's okay I forgive you" then you realise you sucked and thankful that they gave you a second chance? He could dress better though.

Miyuki: initially she wants to like... Show off that Kouki likes her (because she assumes that Kouki and Miyuki MUST be dating, and bad traits don't just instantly vanish), but once her toxicity starts wearing off and she realises how out of depth she is Miyuki is a valuable ally, both on and off the battlefield. They become besties, a forged in fire friendship type deal, Yoshie is even the first person Miyuki comes out as Bi to (have I mentioned that oh well you're in the same boat as Yoshie if I haven't).

Safie: initially - weirdo, extra, girl what is UP with that hair, later - bestie, matches her energy, realises that straight hair either down or in a ponytail isn't the only way to wear hair and Safie kind of just owns it, why does Yoshie care so much about what other people think she looks like, she should just wear what she wants. Also a sparring partner, her form is sloppy but she can take a punch. One of the only people who can (which makes sense as the tank of the team, and she's not human sooo)

Nenji: initially - loser, creepy, doesn't even want to try and know him, then turns out he can actually be cool when he wants to be, he's pretty quick on his toes even if he's freaking out, and... Although she'd never tell another soul, the anime he recommended her is actually really good. DO NOT LET HIM, KOUKI, OR MIYUKI KNOW.

Shin: initially he's cool but quiet and a bit of a dumbass, you have to like... Fully explain yourself otherwise he'll WILDLY misinterpret what you mean. Also a nerd. Then she realises he's really strong and reliable, incredibly clever, and will always do exactly what you tell him, she's just got to learn to be clear and obvious. She's dying to get him into a badass suit he'd look SO COOL.

Tsuneko: best girl cinnamon roll, must be protected at all costs. Feels sorry for her missing out on a lot of her childhood/school years so starts doing girls nights with Safie and Miyuki which helps get them all closer together. Essentially acts as her big sister, even though they're only like a year apart. Tries to get her into the anime Nenji showed her and they both get really into it and have slumber parties to watch important new episodes. HE MUST NEVER KNOW.

Johnny: thinks he's a dumbass but by this point she sees him as a loveable dumbass. Goes along with some of his shenanigans, and he can actually convince the other guys to get into suits THIS IS PERFECT. He thinks that he can take her in boxing and it misfires every single time but she's not complaining.

[x-heesy]

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Yeah

Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting

Anybody coming after me, get no pass from me

Oh my god, this is blasphemous, they don't blast for me

Just trying to get this fast money, you a crash dummy

Fill my heart with the darkness, I feel like Ansem

Get them grumpy at the game, oh, they're Arin Hanson

SP where I came boy, I stay advancing

CRT ghosting, I am Danny Phantom

Shit, I'm going off on tangents, still I get the cosine

Lay them on they back, wait, that shit is no lie

Younging's stepping to me saying that my shit is old time

I've been Lo-fi since before you called it Lo-fi, bitch

In a bull fight pit, trying to hold my shit

Wave a flag same color as a old spice stick

Read the scrolls I writ, how you've grown to exist

What is Jar Jar Binks, to the four five six?

When I die, put the bullet on my tombstone

Sorry, who are you? Couldn't tell like this a new phone

Covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky

If you're trying to rob me you're gonna have to find the clue scroll

Pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe

You ain't been the same since we dropped, boy, that's sad to see

Captains at the wheel, you don't want to be a casualty

Lost in my lane, if you're hating, get the savagery

Doubled up on bad investment

Probably try if I had contestants

Got 'em gasping like asthma breaths and

They all mad, looking sad and desperate

Love the looks that I get, when I pass pedestrians

And all the words that you got ain't

Mean shit when the devil speak in Latin

You can possum and piss on yourself when he passing

'Cause it's all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon

You a passionate kid, but you old now, what happened?

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

I want that cash money, rap money

Everything is trash money

Bitch, I feel like Jimmy Neutron

'Cause I got that blast on me

Watch my wrist, it does glisten, fridge

You is just a pussy bitch

I can tell 'cause your mom's dressed you in that Rip and Dip

Yeah, welcome to the Black Parade

We saving face like labor day

We doing shit the fatal way

You cannot keep up with the pace

It's cloud mac with that booky shit

Music biz, lucrative

Bitch, I feel like Harrison

I'm a fucking fugitive

Bumping MCR, Sony MDRs on me

I fill up every bar fully, feel my empty heart

Jody Highroller never love a bitch, could've made the league

Rap game whoever, just throw a name on the beat

The flow is ever discreet, I am anything but

Like our denim we tough, so tie an enemy up

And I'll fry them granted he fucked, the ire in me is spilling over

Akin to cobras how I spit before I kill them slowly

Rest in peace, tearing throats open like they mezzanines

Blow like Desert Eagle let the smoke up out my chest to breath

Keenly coded with the meanest kinda motus

And the coldest soul eroded no condolence 'til I'm older, got a

Callous style it's all malice a foul paladin

Silence I found solace in sliding these sly talons in

Blessed with maligned madness and chatter that chall acquiesce

Black is my soul agonous bragging, we so back in this

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so

Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone

Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so

Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko

Bǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊l̵̡̬̹̙͕͍͙̜̂͌̾i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕ b̵̧̙̮̰̜̳̟͈̞̓̀͋̅̓̔ͅy̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅ Ce̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝m̵̖͌̈́͜͠e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝r̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕y̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅ Dr̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝

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