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satomatto · 11 months ago

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. //TK DAYS | NAOYA ZEN'IN.

cw: femdom; bondage; supposedly non-con/dub-con towards the end; Naoya is a bastard and that says it all.

tw: control/submission; brat taming; orgasm control; dry orgasm; semi-public; anal sex; is prostate massage with an armature part of your plans, dear friends? now yes; humiliation; binding; it can be a little incoherent in places; facesitting; foot fetish (a little?); Naoya is a bastard x2.

wc: 3.2k

Your fingers gently run over the rough rope. The quiet, sweet breathing right next to you is relaxing. The pretty face is surprisingly calm. A little off-putting. And after all, this guy is cute only when he's asleep - the muscles of his face are soft and relaxed, and his mouth isn't spewing tons of nasty, barbed words that spread through you like poison.

The airy lace shirt, you know that silly pink thing makes him drool. He'd prefer to fuck you without taking it off and then jerk you off for weeks, clutching it in his fist and reaching for it with every fiber of his worthless soul until the smell wears off.

It's truly disgusting to watch it from behind the screen. While he's sure you still don't suspect a thing. Oh yeah, sure, the bastard moans loud and high while he does it - it's impossible not to realize what's going on during these 'meditation' sessions in the back room of the clan mansion. It's worth giving him credit, he's actually more focused afterward. As befits a worthy Zenin heir.

And, as befits a worthy bride of a Zenin heir, you're doing a pretty good job of keeping him in line. After you came into his life and followed him around, he became much more balanced, which is surprising to everyone. You've heard a few thank yous from the servants. You know, the assistant Zenin personal chef adores you. And your personal maid, who was begging to be transferred somewhere - even demoted, expecting you to treat her like Naoya - is now willing to die for this place.

Good food is never too much to ask for, though, is it? And always clean clothes and royal-level service at the snap of your fingers comes in handy most of the time, too. Besides, access to the gossip going around between the clans and in this cursed place comes in handy too.

For example, that's how you found out that Naoya has a small altar in his room dedicated to a man named Toji. Fushiguro was once a Zenin, and after a couple fateful interactions, little Naoya made him his ideal - in fact, even without going into details, you find the man worthy of respect, but Naoya… He's always been the odd one. Anyway, since this place was never built on such high feelings, like a respect, it's a sin not to take advantage of another of his weaknesses - that's the extra pressure points, right?

But, uh, can't you just throw away all your trump cards? Nope, and that's the only reason you're not talking right now. Yes, sometimes it's worth it to stick your tongue up your ass to enjoy watching others bury their heads in the sand, luckily for you, Naoya wasn't good at shutting up in time, but isn't that more fun?

Looking at him makes you think about so many things and it does make you want to try to mess with him in much more subtle ways, but at the moment you should stick to your plan. It's too early to cross the line. Boundaries need to be pushed first, then broken.

You know, it's pretty sweet. What a blatant variety - the sheer volume of curses he heaps on you (the only thing his generosity shows, merit note) while his cock desperately jerks and leaking thick, translucent pre-ejaculate profusely. He's already soiled his expensive clothes and is now whimpering at your feet like some dirty dog.

"Doesn't your pretty mouth know how to do anything else?" you mock him. He'd said the same thing to you once, one of your first nights, and you hadn't had much experience in bed, either, since most of your interactions had been limited to fingering and the porn the maid had shown you.

It's not something a noble lady can do, but in the end, you had to - after you were put up as collateral, you had to gain the trust of the heir.

So all your family's debts were forgotten as a wedding present. Still, thanks to this performance, you remain relatively free, so it's not like you regret what you've done.

Especially because the heir to the clan himself turned out to be such a whore.

The soft slippers you usually wear - you wish you'd changed them for high-heeled shoes. Preferably with a platform, the kind that would smear that pretty face on the garden tiles where he's lying tied up and helpless.

With a sharp tug on the ropes, you struggle to get this carcass to sit up and turn around, safely ignoring his protests.

Still, he should be quieter. Just because you dragged him to an abandoned, albeit neat barn, doesn't mean he can yell as usual and go unnoticed.

What a shame for the heir to the clan to cry out for help while in such a humiliating position. He knows how quickly rumors spread, and his frankly vile nature doesn't help his position as a victim. He'll be laughed at - there's no other way to put it!

Either way, he shuts up pretty quickly when your foot rests against his lips. Maybe fuzzy slippers really weren't the best choice - he'll choke on it. Fine, though, because in one elegant motion, you drop the slipper, which lands quite successfully nearby.

You flirt with his lips one last time. Well, he must not be ready for that yet.

So, you gently slide your foot lower, rubbing your fingertips through his clothes.

The very next second, you step on, placing your foot flat and causing him to topple backwards, hitting his head painfully on the wooden bench behind him. Watch as the idiot shakes his hips, looking for a better footing to keep from falling over.

The way he looks at you in that moment is priceless. There's so much helplessness in that fleeting contact that is immediately replaced by a contrived coldness afterward. He doesn't like restrictions. Also, he's never let you be on top, eh, complexes, complexes… Well, you'll have a blast now.

What are you thinking about, running your little foot over his cock? Not that you're going to get dirty in it too. And this pedicure was only recently done… But it's too late to back out.

Pretty warm for late summer, isn't it? The way Naoya's moans resonate in your crotch makes you redouble your efforts. Your position isn't very stable, especially because of the way he wiggles his hips to the beat, letting out another dirty moan, followed immediately by a filthy curse in a language you don't know. Well, at least it sounded vicious enough….

How nice - Naoya manages to come to his senses again and gets into that prickly shell again, spitting out another insult in your direction. He's starting to get repetitive in them. It seems even this rambunctious boy has limits; or he's just lost the ability to think clearly already, which is just as likely.

How long do you think it will take for him to soil himself in his own cum, like the dirty dog that he is? Ah, probably quite a while.

Just when you think about it, his pathetic cock begins to throb more tangibly under your leg, like a butterfly trapped in a cage (too elegant a comparison), and alas he's still moaning in a way that so caresses your ears, signaling that he's really close. But, are you going to give him that opportunity? What a freaking pump jump….

Losing your balance a little, your foot slides down, landing right on his balls. He's a big enough boy to be able to support some of your weight, ignore those frustrated-painful moans coming from this pile of incoherent shit. He's looking at you with a pitying stare, out of his clouded eye sockets. He's gonna cry, that poor guy!

At first you thought you'd hurt him somehow, but when you looked down, you saw a charming picture. This one was whining not because he was in discomfort - rather the opposite, he was literally dripping with it.

Ah, yes, that pissy little masochist.

Now you're really wondering what exactly makes him so obsessed with his training. Oh, maybe he even have played with his juicy ass before… In fact, you don't really care if he's had experience. After all, you're always happy to give people an unforgettable time!

The light satin pouch swinging on the delicate silk cord tied around your hips opened to let your delicate fingers in.

You've been planning to use it on him for a while now.

Nice wavy texture, with a very successful seal at the end, still with a comfortable, curved handle - isn't it fabulous? The material is wood. This was hard to find - such good work…. You could tell you were very pleased with your find. Well, it's time to use it on this brat, he's been so quiet, it's almost boring.

As soon as his eyes meet yours, he once again makes a wry face and venomously spouts how disgusted he is to be here, once again demanding to be untied in order to teach you some kind of lesson.

You'd think you'd be that stupid. It's not like he'd think of anything better than just making you taste your own medicine. Though you're both good at that - spitting at each other from the same angle until one of you comes up with something new, and so on and so forth. Kind of ironic.

His cock drooped and now he was only squinting somewhere through you. You didn't like the fact that he was distracted, but for the sake of a brighter future, you could be patient for a while, couldn't you?

Of course, it didn't make you feel any better to listen to the asshole's beautiful, sweet, exceptionally flattering speeches. Your soft, condescending smile won't waver - you've spent so much time perfecting it in the mirror that nothing can shake it now. Yeah, you've definitely been preparing for something like this.

Maybe not specifically for this day - you didn't even expect it to go so smoothly. Maybe our omniscient and ready for anything heir is so used to you that he doesn't even pay attention to your cursed energy anymore? You've heard that everyone has it, but even so, you can't control it. That's sad, because then you'd have so many new opportunities. And danger.

But that makes it even more interesting.

It's also funny that despite all his brave speeches, the proud Zenin still hasn't used his cursed technique that he bragged so much about. Maybe the ropes are in his way, but it's highly doubtful - the most ordinary untreated harnesses, taken a couple of days ago from the same shed.

That leaves only one possibility: he's actually enjoying it, or in other words, getting a real high, isn't he?

Even watching Naoya deal with such a pathetic situation, covered in your juices, his cock leaking more and more, even through the erection ring you so thoughtfully put on, right after he started moaning too loudly, even after your warning. Not that he was a rabbit in bed, despite the fact that he often finished things earlier than you would have liked, he was ready to go for another round almost immediately - he clearly lacked stamina, because he would also finish after a couple of slimy moans and a couple minutes of panting whimpering. You should teach him how to fuck, dear.

Yes, definitely - spread his legs even wider, tying another knot behind his back as he bites his own lips, holding back a heaving moan. He's ready to burst from the fact that you're finally coming down on his cock. The freshly cut grass is actually quite unpleasantly prickly. However, it smells good. Unlike this--

All right, fine, in fact, the master of water procedures knows how to give himself a good bath - with all those silly rituals, he most often emerges from the ofuro with a very pleasant, lingering smell of green tea and honey, among a whole bunch of disparate but surprisingly well-blended scents, even the smell of lavender slips in.

However, even all this splendor wears off after a week of regular training and other delights of a sorcerer's life. And this man is clearly not going to bother with even a simple shower once every three days, so is it worth talking about how he usually smells? Especially when you have to give him oral.

You just can't stand it, even though Naoya himself adopts a cute, wrinkled expression on your face as he stretches your mouth and nips at your throat, trying to get you to take him even deeper. Every time, he feels obligated to fuck you the hardest he can so that the next day you'll wrinkle your nose every time you need to open your mouth, even if he doesn't enjoy it himself. He just likes to see you in pain.

He may know more about clan politics than you do, but you're clearly a bit more educated than someone who spends most of his time as an adult in some sort of training (and even that is questionable now).

He stopped in that regard as soon as he turned sixteen, yes, his manners aren't bad, but still, they leave a lot to be desired, especially compared to you. Well, your former educational institution had high standards.

At the very least, you still have the support of your family and you're not his wife yet, and who's to say they have pride and would rather be up to their ears in bloody debt than let their precious eldest daughter be humiliated into full marriage.

He can't just beat you up, and his bullshit isn't the least bit intimidating, at least not yet, not once, after his next verbal diarrhea, has he ever raised a hand to you. You highly doubt his upbringing played into that. He's not a silent biter.

You pull your panties down to your ankles and pull them off, shoving them deeper into his mouth. So they don't fall out. It would be better to shove them down from your leg for security, but you're more focused now on the idea of how hard his eyes will roll. Will you be able to make him cry? There's no time to waste, because the asshole is starting to realize something - the last thing you need is for him to start squirming.

The smooth wood slides easily between your labia, collecting your natural lubrication. Yes, it may be not enough, even over the top, especially for someone who has never tried anything like this before. But, somehow, you don't care. Like he once did.

You can still remind him of the time that bastard brazenly spit in your crotch and ignoring your willingness to do it, he put it all the way in, holding your arms above your head with a steely grip.

Oh, and afterward he was so complimentary about the way your walls clenched around him that you'd think he actually liked it, pfft. You remember perfectly well how hard it was for him to move.

Here, even Naoya, the speed himself, somehow lasted longer than five minutes, all the while panting and twitching every time you clamped down because of the unpleasant sensations down there, intentionally or not. After that, he left in unhappy, snorting unhappily.

Oh, you'd forgotten how beautiful the moments were when he was silent. As you shifted him into a horizontal position, you realized that you hadn't really thought about picking up more proper knots.

It's going to be a little uncomfortable, but it's too late to back out - not when you've already done it all. You want to get to the end, and Naoya will to remember this day.

As you thought about how to push the toy in, you were totally oblivious to Naoya. You might have been a little lost in your own thoughts, but without even realizing it, you were playing with your pussy, gently collecting your juices on the toy. Well, there was nowhere to get lube anyway (and even though initially you wanted to limit yourself to spit, such a vulnerable view could not help but inspire lustful thoughts).

The guy below was literally seething, and why wouldn't he be? Hovering right over him, you were literally giving him the VIP-seats to this voyeur.

It's amazing how you didn't think of that before. He was scrutinizing your curves so closely that you couldn't even think about the admiration your body aroused in him - only senseless lust could move him, of course. Such a graceful figure, skillful hands… Ah, no wonder he likes to watch you so much - to tell you the truth, you'd do the same if you were him.

The moans coming out through his gag were music to your ears. Couldn't have been more charming.

Well, it's time for dessert. You squat down, getting comfortable on his chest and playfully wiggling your hips, teasing him even more, you spread his legs. He still doesn't understand that you want to give him the slip - poor guy. so naive… Locking the knots so that he can't move the hips at the worst possible moment, flattening your head like a watermelon, you return to his crotch.

Gently, just touching the overexcited, sensitive cock, you gently move lower and lower, smearing your secretions all over his ass. He seems to start to realize what's going on - through the half-drunk fog of arousal. he starts to move his hips indignantly, really only helping you to push the dildo into his anus.

A light flick on his engorged cock is enough to make him shriek and hastily shut up in a rag. Literally.

The ribbed walls of the wooden dildo graze his entrance with startling frequency. You might not be too rough on him, it's not to your advantage - that's an easier way to phrase it.

After a couple of thrusts, you get the feeling that he has a vacuum cleaner in his ass, otherwise how then did he create such a powerful pump? Yeah, there are more and more questions to those training sessions, perhaps you should attend one sometime…..

He's wriggling around like some kind of worm. Almost pathetic, but what can you do - you're already tired of it. Perhaps it's time to finish it?

Accelerating your thrusts to the point where your hand starts to go numb, suddenly, stopping, you grab his flushed cock. It feels swollen, as do his balls.

It must be painful? Not being able to get free for so long.

You probably should have tortured him a little longer, made him walk with the ring long enough for him to come crawling back to you, but you've had enough of that already. Nerves are getting the better of you, aren't it?

Such tension - ah, his whole body shakes and arches as you squeeze him lightly at the base.

The muffled click of the lock on the ring sends a wave of satisfaction through your body. Zenin is so sensitive right now, he could cum from your breath-… And that's something you should have thought about a little earlier. Or at least realize how hard it's been on him all this time. Probably should have brought tissues, though… What do you need them for when you have such an adorable mouth around? Should you get him to clean you? Oh, no, you've got a better idea.

Sliding closer to his face, still wiggling your hips and never stopping generously jerking him off, you position your ass roughly where his mouth is. From the sounds of it, the heir managed to spit out your makeshift gag the moment you sat on him. Come on, you're not that heavy, but apparently it was just too much for some people - heavy breathlessness is a testament to that.

At first you thought he wouldn't have thought of it on his own, because he'd never been brilliantly intelligent - brazen, maybe, but now that his brains were leaking out through his cock (and still soaking into his clothes), he was unable to form the simplest coherent sentence, making only scraps of sounds that should be… Words?

However, his tongue was between your legs pretty quickly, desperately playing with your entrance and engaging your clit. Maybe you cost each other, finally deciding to pull the dildo out of his ass, with a distinctive pop, slowly pulling out and yanking sharply when there were only millimeters left; you come to the point where you can't reuse it.

Not wanting to put the dirty toy away in that lovely pouch, you toss it into the nearest bushes, getting comfortable on the guy's face beneath you. As far as you can remember, this part of the garden will barely be reached by Friday, so you have plenty of time.

Ah, turns out this prick is really good at this. Perhaps you shouldn't have underestimated him and his complaints about you aren't so unfounded? But, he hasn't given you a hint of that until now, so… It's not enough to have talent - you have to know how to use it.

And now you've found the perfect use for it.

Even though it's a little selfish, you ignore his whimpering - on edge, you decide that a slight asphyxiation wouldn't hurt him. After all, he's only shown his best feelings for pain before.

With a loud groan, you move all over the surface available to you, rubbing your pussy all over his face, and finally soiling him with your juices, you move up and get, by your own admission, the best look on his face today.

All wet, slimy stuff, greedily gulping air with his mouth like a beached fish, tongue out and eyes rolled back in delight. His cock seems to twitch again, but this time nothing comes out of it - the guy's body shakes with spasms and he struggles desperately on the ground, trying in vain to get out of the ropes and uncomfortable position.

To think what you've driven him to - what a bad girl, eh! And exactly the same thinks the unfortunate man who came out of that damned house at such a late hour…

#headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #naoya zenin smut

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knickynoo · 4 months ago

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McFly July Day 17: Dave's Night Off

Twin Pine timeline: taking place a little after the events of my fic "So, Your Brother's Befriended a Mad Scientist" (late 1982, a few weeks after Marty met Doc)

If you’d asked Dave McFly just a few weeks ago how he’d like to spend an evening off of work, he would have easily listed a variety of activities off the top of his head.

Hanging out with the town’s mad scientist and his kid brother would not have been anywhere on that list. Not even if he’d sat there and come up with a thousand options.

But that was before Marty had started working for Dr. Brown. Before Dave himself, after finishing up a late-night shift, had been allowed a quick glimpse into the new, chaotic, strange world his little brother had thrown himself into. He’d only been in the garage but five minutes—long enough to half-absorb the details of the contraption the pair was working on, and even get roped into helping—before the scientist had ushered them out the door to drive them home.

He'd been dying to get back inside ever since then.

Dave watched as the metal arm of the automatic dog feeder turned the can over, sending the wet food into the waiting bowl with a splat. The dog, Einstein, sat patiently until the demonstration was complete, then ran over and began to eating his dinner. Dave wasn’t sure what he was more impressed by: all the time spent building an elaborate contraption just to open and dump over a can or what he’d seen so far of Einstein’s personality, which bordered on humanlike, quite frankly.

This garage was a strange place.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Marty asked, tossing a nod in the direction of the machine. “Works perfectly now, but you shoulda seen the test runs.”

At the comment, Marty and Dr. Brown shared a look—matching smirks coming to their faces that made Dave feel momentarily out of place. Here, he was the outsider, the one out of sync, and it fascinated as much as bewildered him.

“What happened during the test runs?”

Marty stifled a laugh and gestured across the room. “Just picture a whole can of that stuff splattered everywhere. And that was just the first test. During the second one, it malfunctioned and flung a full can. Doc dodged it just in time.”

“Test runs can be tricky,” Dr. Brown added. “But we worked out the kinks and got it running smoothly. One less thing for me to have to think about in the morning.” He checked a nearby clock and clapped his hands together. “Well, since Einie is eating, I suppose we should too. Are you joining us for dinner, Dave?”

It was odd, having his name so casually spoken by the reclusive old man Dave had grown up hearing so many whispered rumors about. Doctor Emmett Brown, who was holed up in his secret lab building a death ray to obliterate the town. Biding his time, working on horrific experiments and inventions until he could exact revenge on his enemies. The guy who kidnapped trespassing kids (one of the more popular whispered stories around schools and playgrounds)—their disappearance serving as a warning to others.

Evidently, Dave now knew, the only thing trespassers got was a job offer.

Shaking off his thoughts, Dave nodded. “Sure, if that’s okay with you.”

The doctor looked pleased, his lips curving upward in a warm smile. “Of course. What do you boys want?”

Marty tipped his gaze up to direct a pointed look Dave’s way. Dave shook his head.

“Marty, we are not eating Burger King on my night off.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You didn’t have to. Pick something else.”

With a huff, Marty crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought. “Pizza. Does your majesty approve of that suggestion?”

If they were at home, Dave would put Marty into a headlock and wrestle him to the ground, but they weren’t at home. He was standing in the middle of a dilapidated garage with Dr. Emmett Brown watching the exchange. Dave thought he saw amusement hiding on the man’s face.

“Pizza’s good,” he said with a shrug.

Dr. Brown nodded and headed for a cluttered table on the other side of the room, waving them along. “I’ve got a menu around here somewhere.”

Dave watched Marty bound ahead and immediately make more of a mess as he hurriedly searched through the piles of papers and books. The doctor didn’t seem at all bothered and began tearing apart a pile as well. After a moment, Marty pulled the menu out of the wreckage and held it high, a victorious laugh filling the room.

Yes, this garage sure was a strange place, Dave thought. But it was also a good place.

#back to the future #bttf #marty mcfly #doc brown #dave mcfly #mcflyjuly #fun fact: after Marty talks about the malfunctioning dog feeder tests I originally had Doc hurriedly assure Dave of safety being a priority #and telling him that neither Marty nor Einie were in the vacinity of the cans being flung #because I figured Doc wouldn't want Dave thinking this job isn't safe or that Marty's in any danger #I had it all written out & then scrapped it when i remembered that Doc literally has Marty stand DIRECTLY in the pathway #of the speeding DeLorean during its test run #so yeah

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shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck · 1 year ago

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I made a slightly cursed au involving a Demon train.-

The gang are souls bound to the train. they are being punished for the bad things they did in life. It is not an eternal punishment but it is still really long. THeir job is to transport escaped demons hunters have caught back to the underworld. As expected this is NOT a pleasant job. The gang has to be on constant lookout, not to make sure the demons don't escape.. it‘s to know when they inevitably will. It WILL happen every night.They just need to know how to recapture the ones who escape.

Dust is the one who keeps track of demon types and how to recapture them. He has a journal of those in the same job as him before and adds any discoveries he finds in order to help the next soul that will inevitably be punished with the position. He knows a lot… needless to say he sleeps the least out of all of the gang. (he writes down the all the types of demons in the train that night as well)

Horror is a mechanic and general maintenance worker for the train. (hey even demon trains need some repairs every once in a while) he can cook but doesn't get any real ingredients very often. Also there are all ghosts so they don't really eat :^ Even though he can't cook anything for him or the gang he is able to cook demon foods.This is a surprisingly good motivator. It seems everyone likes food…

Killer is the conductor you could say. He makes most decisions and is in charge most of the time. Despite his recklessness and general goblinry he is actually a rather good conductor. He is also good with knives. But Killer has a problem making deals with demons… he needs to stop- he can't sell his soul for the fifth time this week- it is not physically possible- Nightmare has to break any connections Killer might have formed with demons because of deals he’s made.

Cross is the weapons master. He is in charge of the weapons and can use a variety. He also has to make sure none of the gang's weapons are swapped for fakes without them noticing. A fake weapon is next to useless against a demon and Cross knows that could be a very painful mistake. Demons will try and swap weapons whenever possible.

Nightmare is not a member of the crew on the train. He IS THE TRAIN. >:D for the most part manages himself and does not need “fuel” . He is a demon who has been punished by being bound to the train. This allows for travel between realities possible in the first place. Without him the train would not run or portal to the underworld in the first place. (in short he’s a cursed eldritch horror train boi)

Dream is a demon hunter (a non mortal that hunts demons that have escaped.)

He is friends with Ink,Blue,and Stretch who are paranormal investigators and ghost hunters. They don't know about Dream being well.. Not mortal and they keep wondering why all their ghosts seem to disappear. They have a van that they drive around. Stretch is the main Driver and technology guy but doesn’t really go into any of the haunted places. Ink and Blue had been friends since they were little and so they decided to become paranormal investigators. They later found Dream who wished to join them and have been traveling together since.

Dream disguised himself as a mortal in order to Join Blue,Ink, and Stretch. He simultaneously is able to locate demons and Keep The rest of his friends safe from the demons and spirits they are hunting. Though Blue is rather frustrated all the demons keep disappearing soon after they show up.

Dream then Takes any demons to the nearest “train station” which is not visible or tangible to mortals.

if you have any questions about this au then i would enjoy answering any of them.

i am attempting to find the post that inspired this. it was one about steam engines and what they looked like if their boiler exploded or something...

#herrings rambles #nightmare sans #undertale au #bad sanses #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #Phantom Train au #star sanses #dream sans #swap sans #underswap papyrus

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courfeyracs-swordcane · 11 months ago

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Who are the ballad brothers I have seen you tag them on a variety of posts and I am intrigued

THREE MONTHS LATE BUT HERE WE GO!!! I also did a post about this ages ago which I’ll link HERE but! There’s been a lot of development since then!!!

This is going to get long. Sorry in advance. (Also I’m keeping it to just the Ballad Brothers themselves (and co) but lmk if you also want to know about the saints! They’re not at all relevant to the main plot (two and a half exceptions) but they live rent free in my head)

TLDR. Little guys took up residence in my head when I listened to music in the car and it’s become a whole scifantasy worldbuilding exercise.

Anyway!

KYRIE ALEIDIS BALLAD

- she/her

- 29 years old

- 5’11 (and a half)

- Massive Fucking Tech Sword

- Enneagram 8w7 if you’re an enneagram guy

- she is YOUNG she’s FANTASTIC she’s GOD’S FAVORITE and she’s NEVER GOING TO DIE

- The main character!

- She is the city (symbolic) and her name is god

- Former sword-for-hire/star player/golden girl/mascot/diversity hire (whatever you want to call it) for evil organization(tm) Rekah’s Finest

- (named after St Rekah of the Guard)(think somewhere between the CIA and the Pinkertons)(National guard type of thing that staged a very quiet coup/government takeover about a decade before Kyrie was born and is gradually got to the point where they’re running the city-state where this all takes place as a police state)

- current renegade and aspiring vigilante

- she fucked off the minute she turned 18 to join the metaphorical army/become a cop (same difference)(except there’s also regular cops and they kind of suck shit) and very quickly became very good at it!

- wound up as essentially the Special Little Guy they have as the face of the organization doing a lot of like. Public outreach and shit. Also doing a lot of assassinations inside and outside of the city

- A few years before the story starts she Realized Some Things about how her and Alonzo were orphaned and quit her job EXTREMELY publicly and extremely dramatically and left with nothing but her Massive Fucking Tech Sword and the clothes on her back and fucked off to go hide/live in a massive tower monument at the center of town

- It’s… legally difficult to get her out of there due to the historical site preservation regulations so she’s just been kind of vibing there ever since

- Theoretically. She’s trying to take down the RF and get them Out Of Her Damn City

- In practice she’s one singular burnout and has no idea how the hell to go about doing that so she’s mostly just hanging out in the tower and evading arrest

- She’s a fuck boy dirt bag piece of shit (etc etc etc) and I love her for it

- She gets no bitches despite being a local celebrity with one of The Fanbases Ever (she would do numbers on scifantasy Twitter) bc She’s So Sucks <3

- (no bitches except she does have a weird homoerotic thing going w her roommate/childhood best friend who’s kind of a reincarnation of St Ely who built the city and lives in the tower)(she’s not looking at it)(she’s got bigger problems called Avoiding Confronting Any Emotion bc if she looks at any of them she’ll have to process all of the Guilt she has irt. Pretty much abandoning her baby brother on the streets to go be a hero and then Never Contacting Him Again)

ALONZO BALLAD

- he/him

- 25

- 5’4

- two regular guns

- Kyrie’s aforementioned baby brother!

- Enneagram 3w4 which if you were friends w me 2019-2021 you’ll know exactly how much that says everything you need to know about this guy (derogatory)

- Most repressed mfer on the planet and a neurotic little freak

- Considers himself to be the only guy in this found family with a braincell. (Untrue, even if you don’t count An)

- His first instinct in a lot of situations is Improv Theater. (Seeing his sister for the first time in more than ten years? Better wear a hood and prepare a whole dramatic reveal about it. Ran into the guy he kissed at the office holiday party while trying to get his expense account wrangled for an upcoming assignment? Time to launch into an extended bit about how he’s so sad and poor and he’s gonna starve and freeze to death all alone on the street and Only They have the power to help him. please.)(they think it’s hilarious but jfc what’s wrong with him)

- The main issue with him is that he gets his apartment and all of his necessities directly from his employer, so his first priority at all times is Preserve His Job At All Costs

- He thinks of the way he lives as self care. I think of it as masochism.

- His main idea of a Life Plan from the ages of 15-his early 20s was Look At What His Older Sister Did And Then Do It Too

- (his main idea of a life plan from the ages of 3-20 was Don’t Get In Trouble Ever or They Will Come And Kill You To Death)(these are not especially compatible philosophies.)

- So he’s a sword-for-hire (gun for hire. And not even a fancy tech one. They’re not trusting any more Ballad brothers with any more expensive technology.)

- This is not working out well for him. he’s not overwhelmingly good at the job. He doesn’t find any purpose in killing people. He doesn’t even like blood.

- He is, however, very good at following orders. But only when he wants to.

- He’s also very good at Lying To His Boss’s Boss

- They keep sending him to try and assassinate Kyrie as like. Kind of a power move? Trying to show her that they’ve got her only family at their beck and call and they can make him do whatever they want

- Unfortunately Alonzo has no interest in killing her so those missions pretty much just wind up with him going to hang out in the tower and shoot shit for a couple days and then going back and turning on the big sad wet eyes for his report to tell them that he did his best he really did but she’s always been stronger and he just couldn’t take her— but he’ll do better next time he promises 🥺🥺🥺

- Kyrie had been their best guy for several years and Alonzo is, in all other regards, the perfect employee (turns in all his paperwork ahead of time, does every other mission very efficiently and never gets caught, goes to all the company mixers even though everyone can tell he’s exhausted, always has his uniform meticulously clean and pressed) so this is plausible, and they go “aww okay better luck next time :) go get some rest :)”

- Also he’s lowkey a hostage here. What are they gonna do? Fire him? No they need him for leverage

- It drives his immediate supervisor who knows EXACTLY what’s going on up the fucking wall. We will get to them.

- Gets Fucking Shot With A Cheater Bullet (very small timed action grenade) on an assignment midway through the story and his first instinct (instead of going back to the office where they have like. Actual doctors and medical equipment to deal with that) is to head to St Ely’s tower, where they have his sister and his kind of boyfriend and also his sister’s roommate who can sew and his childhood buddy Jonesie down the street who knows first aid

- He’s not thinking especially straight due to the Panic and also the Blood Loss from the Bullet In His Ribcage and he’s got a whole emotional thing about how he wants to die at home w his people— and then it goes off and he Fucking Dies. Whoops!

- He gets better his boyfriend (for real now lmao) is an aspiring necromancer and God’s Pet Freak (there’s a lot. Behind that. more later) and he very pointedly doesn’t believe in magic or saints or anything but also his chest cavity did very much get exploded and he’s fine now (besides the lingering Effects) so like.

- He deals with this by 1. Contacting his supervisor who lets the higher ups know there’s been An Incident. 2. Going back to work as soon as they’ll let him (like three days later). and 3. Getting himself transferred to the security division and becoming Ari’s dad’s bodyguard so he doesn’t have an excuse to go hang out at the tower anymore and he doesn’t have to look at any of those emotions he can just Focus on his Work <3

- Obviously that does not go well for him.

SENECA “ARI” FINCH

- they/them/any

- 25

- 5’2

- Enneagram 5w6

- Mad scientist

- Nepo baby

- Front desk intern for the RF financial department

- Aspiring necromancer

- God’s Pet Freak

- If you’ve ever wondered what happens when you raise a child in one of those beige instagrammable influencer houses. It’s this.

- Their dad is the puppet city governor for the RF (Kyrie wants him dead so goddamn bad)(he’s kind of a useless twink but he’s an easy guy to blame for all this shit)

- Their mom died when they were like 8 of something pretty regular and they have since dedicated pretty much their entire life to Bringing Her Back

- (No they were not especially close or anything why do you ask?)

- TECHNICALLY their dad, knowing their passion for Science (and not much else about them) got them a cushy RF job developing biotech to make the cool individualized tech weapons

- In practice, they got their funding and their fancy work lab and immediately proceeded to squirrel just about everything useful from it downstairs to their own personal lab in the basement (not on the floor plan) where they don’t have to worry about things like “supervision” “safety regulations” “proper ventilation” “their job” etc

- They are still doing their job but they’re getting it done in like. Two days out of the month and spending literally all the rest of their time on the necromancy

- It’s gotten to the point where they’re not even clocking in upstairs anymore so they made them take a couple shifts a week at the front desk of the financial department just so they have something on record to pay them for

- They’re okay with this! it’s fun to switch it up and there’s snacks in the breakroom

- I cannot emphasize enough how much they Do Not Leave the horrifying unventilated unethical science basement. there’s a couch in the corner and a sink and an employee bathroom in the stairwell what more could they need.

- One of the early plotlines is centered around Getting Them To Go Outside (really outside, not just to the regular parts of the RF building) and like. Idk. Maybe seeing a leaf or smth would be good for them)

- where they also wind up meeting and hanging out w Kyrie and El, doing some upkeep on Kyrie’s fancy sword, and being Absolutely Fascinated by St Ely’s Tower (there’s some generally buried Magic Shit that perks up when them and El are in the room together)

- BECAUSE!!! (And this is why they haven’t succumbed to the Fumes in the horrifying unventilated unethical science basement, or the gas leak in there from the pipe main running through the middle of it that they’ve been siphoning off of, or any of the experiments they do on themself bc they can’t get any other test subjects and also bc they wouldn’t trust anyone else’s testimony as to What It’s Like) the magic, which is how Ely built the city (and how all of the other saints Did Their Things as well but that’s a whole other can of worms) is a vapor that lives underground and speaks no human language but saw this little freak trying to defy the laws of nature from their hole in the ground and took a liking to them

- It can’t bring their mom back bc she’s been dead for fifteen years and it never met her so it wouldn’t even know where to start

- But it likes them! It follows them around and keeps them alive and helps with their experiments :)

- (they remind it of Saint Ely, who was a similarly tiny passionate freak, but that’s also a whole other can of worms)

- Ari is not aware of this in the slightest.

- Their second arc is getting Disappeared from legal existence (very easy. They live in a basement and barely ever leave it and don’t really talk to people), realizing that they are in fact mortal and could potentially die someday, and trying to contact their dad to make sure he knows they’re okay. (Doesn’t work. They’ve been disappeared and are no longer allowed past the front desk.)

- Their third arc (during the communal breakdown era. Kyrie’s abandoned by god arc where she decides to run away from her problems in a literal sense and Alonzo’s evil arc where stops speaking to everybody and dives headfirst into his job at the war crimes factory) is deciding that the same thing happened to their mom and the necromancy isn’t working because she’s NOT actually dead which means she’s out there somewhere and they can find her! :)

- That is not even a little bit true. :(

EL (no last name)

- he/him (woman)

- Doesn’t really have an age. They don’t really exist in time in the usual sense

- 5’0

- Enneagram 9w1

- Lives in the tower

- Just kind of showed up there one day as a kid and has been living there ever since

- There’s a nearby convent of some kind that fed and clothed them growing up (same place that looked after Kyrie and Alonzo after they were orphaned)

- Kind of a reincarnation of Saint Ely. not in so many steps bc again. Out of time and who knows how long he’s been there but like. He’s back for more but he’s a lady with an ounce of common sense this time. It’s unclear how much he’s aware of this part of it. He knows the tower is important, and he knows restoring the murals inside of it is important. I don’t think he knows why.

- only guy in this found family who’s even remotely capable of coping with the idea of death (he already did that)(kind of psychopomp coded about it)

- Kyrie’s best friend and second in command so much as she has a command. Weird homoerotic gay thing going on there. I assume there’s some of the traditional St Ely brand of devotion but like

- (And by traditional I mean I don’t think that’s a widely known thing about Ely the Saint but it is one of the more prominent things about Ely the Guy)

- Spends most of his time restoring the tower and the murals inside that nobody has seen in years

- (That’s a whole thing)(different can of worms)

- This is @nosongunsung11’s guy so I’ll tap them in for the details but I think that’s the basics!!

AN “PUNK” JANG

- they/them (lesbian)(in gender moreso than practice)

- 35 but they’re lying about it. actually 33

- 5’5

- Enneagram 1w2 😬

- Twin fancy tech rapiers

- The previous Special Little Guy/Mascot/face of the RF

- Ran away from home, changed their name, and lied about their age to join up when they were 16 and they’ve just kind of been going off that ever since

- Went by Punk for a while towards the beginning of their career bc they were 16/17 and it Sounded Cool and it would up becoming almost like their callsign (that’s what Alonzo calls them bc he was very much an enjoyer when he was a kid. They were like Spider-Man to him. Blorbo from the news.)(and he continues to call them that bc he’s a little shit.)

- (They wound up naming themselves after Saint Anjane of Strength not because they believe in any saints but because they desperately wish they did and this way at least they can pretend they know what it might feel like to have that kind of faith.)(in a fun and funky coincidence, they’re actually very very similar to Saint Anjane herself. El has some Complicated Emotions about this.)(long story. It’s Saint Ely’s Monument but it’s also the closest thing he has to a grave— he pulled it out of the ground so he could be alone w/ Anje’s body after he got to her execution too late to talk her out of it)

- Got shunted when Kyrie showed up and was infinitely more personable due to her heroics in SciFantasy 9/11 (long story. Building exploded.) and general bright-eyed and bushy tailed unjaded Disposition

- And by shunted I mean promoted to middle management in the Murder Department

- They’re fine with this it’s significantly less work on their end

- They do make sure after that to have everything they need for basic living separated from the job though

- Only guy in this found family with their own actual apartment. And basic cooking skills. And healthy sleep schedule.

- When Alonzo gets into the Murder Department they wind up as his immediate supervisor!

- Exciting prospect at first! He’s a high profile assignment (hostage) and also an easy assignment (does all of his paperwork on time, completes his missions Quietly and Efficiently, doesn’t really do anything interesting at all)

- Less exciting prospect once they actually work with him. He’s a little shit and a motherfucker and he knows exactly what he’s doing

- They can’t stop covering for him at this point without doing a hell of a lot of paperwork and jeopardizing their own job so they’re stuck now

- Also. unfortunately. they got attached. They’re not the step-older sibling, they’re the older sibling who stepped up.

- They’re the one who arrests Kyrie at the beginning of the story and kick off the whole first half of the plot, but they also wind up putting in their two weeks after Alonzo Gets Fucking Killed and then immediately goes back to work

- They do it significantly better than Kyrie tho they keep their apartment and their bank account and return most of their uniforms so the rf doesn’t have any reason to come after them besides Aiding and Abetting (and also trespassing. On the protected historical site that is St Ely’s monument. But that’s the least of anyone’s worries here.)

- They wind up kind of taking charge of the. whatever the hell these guys are doing. during the Communal Breakdowns arc. they would really prefer not to be doing this but somebody has to. So.

- Also during that arc they wind up facing off with Alonzo and boy howdy is there a reason they got assigned as the rf’s Special Little Guy and he didn’t, bc he doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell even with them holding back

AND THAT’S THE MAIN CAST! Thank you for coming to my ted talk! (Get it?) I’ve hit the image limit on mobile so I’ll come back and add the before/after pictures in a reblog bc I had fun making those

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK BLUEBERRY I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG #ballad brothers #please disregard the world’s Shittiest Low Effort Backgrounds on the art I slapped them together in like ten seconds #Kyrie ballad brothers #Alonzo ballad brothers #Ari ballad brothers #El ballad brothers #An ballad brothers

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batneko · 2 years ago

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I’ve decided to start saving the various AU threads I wrote on twitter since twitter could implode at any moment.

Some buds have a superhero au (keyword being "super" there) and I was thinking about it when I saw a gif about a supervillain ranting to their minion and so now I present to you a concept -

Mumen Rider: Accidental Supervillain

He just. He just made a lot of choices that made sense at the time. He's not sure how it got to this point.

In A World with superpowers and heroes and Unwritten Rules, Mumen is a low-level speedster. He's faster than most vehicles but can't throw (or take) a punch better than average.

What he DOES have is a lack of the problems speedsters usually face. His clothes don't tear under the pressure, he doesn't start fires when he tries to touch things, his metabolism is only as high as any athlete. No one's entirely sure why, but it gets him hired as a hero!

He doesn't do much - just patrols and fights whatever small crime he runs into. But he's happy.

Then one day he's taken on a team mission. Always good to have a variety of powers. The heroes have found a dangerous supervillain's lair and they want to arrest him for arms dealing.

It doesn't go GREAT. In the course of the fight the building catches fire, and it spreads quickly. The villain is trapped, Mumen starts trying to rally the others to rescue him, but they refuse. He's a villain. Him dying here will save paperwork.

So Mumen goes in alone, dodging falling rubble, and by the time he reaches the villain the whole building is coming down. All Mumen can do is throw himself over the old man as a human shield.

To both their surprise, it works. It turns out Mumen has a second power.

The force field doesn't stretch far beyond Mumen's body, but he's able to wait out the worst of it and get both of them out of the fire safely. By the time they do the heroes have all left. Mumen sighs and insists on taking the villain to the hospital.

Mumen's suit had taken a lot of damage so he gets checked over too. He gets home hours later to see the morning news announcing that his hero persona tragically died when a villain vengefully set his own lair on fire.

It's a lie. And now Mumen wonders how MANY lies Hero Org told.

While Mumen is dwelling on that, debating whether to tell them he's even alive, the villain finds him. He'd seen his face so it wasn't hard (according to him). And gives Mumen a whole sack of cash as payment for the rescue. Mumen tries to refuse but the villain is insistent.

After much polite disagreement, Mumen finally says he'll take the money... but he wants to spend it on the villain's research.

See, what made THIS guy so dangerous is that he ARMS the other villains. And Mumen could use a new suit, as well as a place to test his force field power.

The villain agrees, and introduces himself. His name is Kuseno. And if Mumen really is indestructible, Kuseno might have a job for him.

It turns out that the force field is why Mumen's never had problems with friction the way most speedsters do - everything in a certain range of his body is invulnerable. But there's a major exception to the things he's protected from. Humans.

If a human gets into his range they can hurt him just like normal. That's why no one ever noticed before. It's a bit ironic, being immune to bullets but not punches.

It does, however, make Mumen the PERFECT human shield.

Kuseno builds him a bicycle with as little friction as physically possible (his range doesn't cover a whole bike) and Mumen gets to be a hero again. On his own terms. Pretty soon he's got a positive reputation online as that bike guy who just shows up and saves people and leaves.

The Hero Org doesn't like it, they disapprove of all vigilantes and especially ones with good press. But they can't do more than put out occasional statements about how unlicensed heroes can't be trusted.

But a pattern emerges. Bike guy doesn't JUST save innocent bystanders

Since Mumen works for Kuseno that technically makes him a minion. So when the villains come to pick up or test new gear, Mumen ends up socializing with their goons. Some are in it for the money, some the thrills, some... just enjoy hurting people. But they like Mumen!

(The sadistic ones actually like Mumen the MOST because they think no one who seems that normal would ever work for a villain, so he must secretly be a freeeeeeak.)

Mumen's not entirely comfortable with ALL his new Work Friends, but he doesn't think they deserve to get shot! That's not HIS judgement call to make. So when he's out in his hero suit he saves everyone he can. Everyone.

One thing happens early on that at the time just seems to be a lesson to watch what he says.

Mumen explains to some goons that he helps Kuseno test weapons because "I've got partial invulnerability." And as soon as the i-word is out, a goon pulls a knife and tries to stab him.

To be fair, the guy just thought it would break on Mumen's skin and they'd all have a laugh. Luckily for both of them, Garou's reflexes are even faster than a speedster's. He grabs the guy's wrist and yells, "He said PARTIAL, asshole!"

Mumen thanks Garou profusely and they spend the rest of the visit sharing crazy coworker stories.

Neither of them realize this is the SECOND time they've met.

Another thing happens a couple months later. Mumen's hanging out with some different goons, they're talking about all the crazy shit their boss makes them do, and Mumen offhandedly says "We really need a union."

Dead silence.

"How... how would we do that?"

"Oh, I don't know. There's resources online."

"A lot of villains would kill us just for bringing it up."

"Sure, that's why you don't bring it up until you've got a solid plan of what you want. And probably some blackmail material."

"I used to work for a guy who put bomb collars on us so he could blow up our heads just for disagreeing with him."

"... See that is a thing that would not be allowed under the union."

The conversation moves on and Mumen more or less forgets about it. Until six months later when he's elected union president.

(There were several other candidates who were more involved in actually FORMING the union, but they also pissed a lot of people off.)

"I'm not even a goon! I'm like, a research assistant!"

"That's a kind of minion! We made the category pretty broad."

"I've never done anything like this!"

"Neither have we!"

He doesn't tell them he's also a hero. He CAN'T. Some of the less stable ones might try to kill him, and the rest would be heartbroken.

And so, seemingly overnight, Mumen has become the leader of every mook, minion, and even a lot of the low-tier villains in the country.

And there's something else... He got to know Kuseno as they worked together, and he knows about his real motives. He also knows that Kuseno really doesn't have that much money. It all goes into 1. Genos, 2. paying Mumen and keeping the lights on, and 3. R&D. There's little profit

The villain community knows Kuseno, knows he's the guy you go to for the BEST gear, but a lot of them don't really think about the gear aspect of it. They either make their own or steal it. When Kuseno loses a customer to jail or death, it takes a long time to find new ones.

Mumen mentions that it's a shame he can't advertise, but villains are big on Aesthetic and it just wouldn't do to have big Kuseno Labs logos on everything (especially since Genos is a hero and Kuseno keeps it a secret how he REALLY makes his money).

if more villains could see Kuseno's stuff and go "hey that's awesome I want that" he wouldn't have any problems! Too bad he can't just go out and stage flashy crimes as demonstration.

Then again... why CAN'T he do that? Not Kuseno. But someone else. Someone indestructible.

by this time Mumen has been in villain circles for months. He's gotten to see just how corrupt the heroes can be. And he's aware of politics enough to know that certain people can just bounce back from property damage. You blow up ANY ferrari and there is no downside.

he slaps together a costume, heads out, makes a big show, and skeedaddles before the heroes show up (he knows their strategies, he knows when to cut and run).

And then casually lets all his many MANY minion friends know that Kuseno made that new villain's whole kit.

It only takes one more show like that before somebody figures out MUMEN is the new villain. Garou, the one who saved Mumen from the knife attack that time.

Mumen doesn't know it, but they've met several times.

Mumen doesn't know it because Garou has a power too.

Garou is unnoticeable. He can blend into any crowd, he can look like he Belongs in any room. If he's VERY careful he can even make somebody think they're alone when he's standing over their shoulder.

He's met Mumen four times now, each of those working for a different villain.

Which is frowned upon, in villain circles. Even in the union. Unless you're a secretary or an accountant, you don't really "shop" bosses. You find somebody who vibes with your brand of crazy and you stick it out until the boss bites it or gets locked up.

but Garou isn't in this to BE a minion. He wants to be BIG, he wants to be the worst most super supervillain this world has ever SEEN. And if that means watching how the others do it and playing Wormtongue from time to time, so be it.

He's always whispering, encouraging, giving ideas for boundaries to push and lines to cross. Every boss he's had has just been a test case for him.

And here's Mumen. Who's more of a walking ad than a "real" villain. But if he's gonna be on TV he can at least LOOK the part.

Garou makes a few suggestions, is pleased when Mumen takes them, and thinks that will be the end of it. He doesn't actually intend to minion for him. But the next time Garou comes by Kuseno's lab - with another new boss - Mumen remembers him.

That's... not supposed to happen.

Garou's power has a weakness too, it only works when he WANTS it to work. If there's someone that he WANTS to notice him... they will.

And he would like it very much if Mumen noticed him.

(Garou nearly jumped his bones back when he suggested a union.)

With Garou's advice, Mumen starts to gain fame as a villain. And as more footage of him pops up, other minions recognize him. It becomes known that he's just the Face and Kuseno is the Brains, but still, Mumen has a lot of clout.

Within a year of his "death" and starting over, Mumen is well-armed, trusted by a veritable army of minions, and understands heroes better than any other villain.

Somehow it STILL takes him by surprise when his villain persona is named as the biggest threat in the country.

"I'm no supervillain!"

"Sure you are. Remember when you blew up that bank?"

"With no people inside! And fully insured!"

"And when that news station got a blurry picture of your face so we hijacked their broadcast to play disney movies and they got sued?"

"...okay that was funny. But I don't have any minions!"

"Sure you do. What about Spider, and that lady with the human finger bone earrings?"

"Tomie is the union treasurer and I'm pretty sure those are replicas!"

"Are you? Because she has multiple pairs."

"She... she's a very good treasurer."

As time goes on, Mumen starts to feel bad. He's still a hero in the little spare time he has left, and nobody but Kuseno knows about it. People are relying on him in all his other jobs, and that's fulfilling, but what he WANTS is to be a hero.

Garou has become the person he confides in (and more? They're still dancing around their feelings) so Mumen asks him to come over one evening for a serious talk. Garou thinks it's finally love confession time and prepares accordingly.

When Garou shows up in the nicest shirt he owns and an attempt at brushing his hair, Mumen almost breaks. But he mans up, he tells Garou the truth. That he was - and IS - a hero. That he never WANTED to be a villain. That he's kind of trapped now.

Garou walks out.

(If you're wondering where Saitama and Genos are in all of this, so am I.

There's too many options! I know Genos is a hero, but is he a pro? Was that before or after he met Saitama? Is he ALSO secretly a villain and hiding it from Kuseno?

If Saitama's a professional hero did he know Mumen before, or not meet him until after he "died" and went vigilante? Has he been mourning his friend this whole time? (Probably not, that might be too dark.))

Back to the mumarou! Currently stalled out because Garou is Pissed.

Not only did Mumen lie to him - lie to EVERYONE - but all this time Garou's thought Mumen was like him. A kindred spirit. A relatively normal guy who just likes villains for personal reasons.

That's not why he walked out, though. He got up and left after Mumen told him his old hero name. Garou KNOWS that name. That's the first hero whose ass he kicked so hard he actually felt (a little) bad about it. And Mumen has no idea.

Garou's torn between "Serves him right then!" and "Shit, now I'm never going to get to tap that."

Mumen was afraid that Garou would spill his secret - though he wouldn't have blamed him. But aside from not showing up for his volunteer work at the union, there's nothing.

After a few days, Mumen learns that Garou hasn't shown up for minion work either. He's just gone.

Mumen's not exactly WORRIED, he knows Garou can take care of himself, but he is concerned. Packing up and abandoning your life isn't a healthy response to finding out the guy you liked is a liar.

He tries to tell himself it's not his fault. It doesn't work.

Mumen still has to work though, and soon he's executing his next villainous scheme.

To his surprise, a new hero he hasn't seen before is on the scene in moments, and somehow gets close enough to take him down hand-to-hand. It's good technique. Mumen can't help but be impressed.

The next scheme goes much the same. And the one after that. As much as Mumen admires this new guy, it's getting frustrating. Since when could a hero predict him as well as he can predict heroes?

And then one particularly embarrassing fight later, Mumen's pinned down by the hero -

- who leans in and murmurs "I told you about the cryo-gun, didn't I? Only works for ice guys. Slips up anybody else. S'a good product but not for the wider market."

It's Garou.

That night Mumen looks into it and finds that Garou's hero persona is quickly rising in the ranks. He's considered a sneaky type and a close range fighter, and his costume shows off his figure so he's already got fans.

It's great but it doesn't make SENSE. Garou HATES heroes.

Mumen wants answers, but he can't exactly go through normal channels and ask Garou for a chat. So what do you do when you're a villain and you need to talk to a hero? Publicly call them out for a fight, of course!

"[Garou's hero name] I've had enough of your tricks! Face me like a real hero! Come to [place and time] ALONE or the city will PAY!"

Anyone who knows anything about villains knows it's a bluff. Mumen wasn't even standing in front of a bomb!

But Garou gets to play the "I can't take that chance" card and meet up with Mumen just as ordered. He's so pleased by the whole thing that he almost forgets he's still mad about the lying.

So why DID Garou become a hero?

"Revenge."

"That's not a very heroic motivation."

"Man tell that to my friend Genos."

"So you wanted to embarrass me?"

"I mean, mostly... kinda... I guess."

"You guess?"

"I guess I MAYBE wanted to... seethingsfromyourside."

"Aww!"

"No aww-ing!"

"What did you decide?"

"It's okay. I mean, that organization is fucking corrupt as shit, but... the hero part's all right."

"It feels good to do good, doesn't it?"

"Shut up. No. Maybe. ...Never been popular before. That part's nice."

"I'M a fan."

"You're a nerd. And I'm not a real hero anyway. I'm just gathering info. Biding my time."

"Okay. You're not a hero and I'm not a villain."

"Right. ...oh."

"Now you're getting it."

This is all I've got for now! Eventually they will be a couple but they already know they both want to, it's just a matter of hashing it out. And there's gotta be a plan to take out (or take over) the corrupt hero org. Maybe they switch places? Or both be both?

Mumen and Garou should definitely be Nemeses for a while. Really play it up whenever they clash. Garou would NOT be subtle about the subtext either.

He's got a bit of an exhibitionist streak to begin with and tussling with his secret boyfriend in public is THRILLING. (It's not a secret when they're in any guise but these, everybody in villain circles knows Mumen is dating his #1 henchperson.)

Garou also really likes to scandalize his fellow heroes by hinting that the sexual tension he has with his nemesis is both intentional and resolved. He'll never admit it outright but he makes a LOT of innuendos.

#one punch man #opm #mumen/garou #mumarou #mumen rider #garou #licenseless rider #mumen x garou #superhero au #supervillain au #twitter thread reposts #batfics

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trainerspiral · 2 months ago

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As I stagger over to collect the Ultra Ball, Forrest and his Lombre come jogging up. "I heard battling," Forrest huffs. "What happened?"

"Grimer," I say. "There's a hole." I walk over with him and point out the tiny hole in the masonry. This close to the wall, we can hear the sound of other Grimer burbling and grumbling on the outside.

Forrest hisses through his teeth. "I'll patch it. Be right back. Lotus, stay and help." The Lombre squawks an affirmative and stands at attention in front of the hole.

He starts to bolt, then turns back. "If your Pokemon are hurt, help yourself to any berries you think will help."

"Thank you," I say as he turns and runs off.

I'm hesitant to leave Lotus by himself, but if a Grimer comes through now the only way I'll be able to help is by throwing myself in front of it and hoping the V4ST is quick enough, so I walk to the orchard and start looking. Luckily I'm not far from a row of Pecha trees. I pull a ripe one off and release Coba, who lies on his side squeaking in pain. I hold the berry up to his face. "I'm so sorry. Eat this and you'll be--yow!"

I yank my hand back, unprepared for the speed of his lunge. The berry disappears, stem and all, in a single messy chomp. He shakes his head, wipes his mouth with a foreleg, and squeals up at me.

I laugh, tears pricking my eyes, and pick him up. "You did amazing," I whisper.

He makes happy sounds, but he still looks a bit weak. I wander back to check on Lotus, then go to pick a couple Oran berries for him. By the time he finishes the second one, he's scampering around the trees and I have to pick him up so he won't run off and dig up the place.

I glance up then at the V4ST, which has been quietly trailing us. I pick a third Oran berry and slowly hold it out on the palm of my hand. It cocks its head with a quizzical beep.

I say, "Thank you for saving me from the Silcoon. I'm sorry I haven't been nice to you. I'm just scared because I don't want to lose Coba, but I know you're only doing your job. I want us to get along."

It turns its head from side to side, and I'm unsure whether it's looking more at me or the offering. Then it starts making a pecking motion a few inches away from the berry, which disappears one square-shaped chunk at a time. When it's gone, it makes a cheerful sequence of beeps and does a little swoop in the air, and I feel like a weight has been lifted off me.

When I arrive back at the wall, Forrest is patching the hole. "Sorry," he says. "I try to check every week, but it's hard to--"

"It's ok," I say.

He must hear a change in my voice, because he looks up and smiles, nodding at Coba. "The little guy took care of it?"

"Like a champ," I say.

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Forrest offers to take over, but I want to repay my debt. With the wall repaired, the rest of the night is uneventful, and by the time dawn breaks I'm exhausted but satisfied. Forrest and his great-grandfather give me breakfast and show me to a guest room, and I sleep like a log until late morning.

True to his word, when I come back out to the kitchen area the Berry Master is waiting with a Belue Berry. "Thank you, sir," I say, bowing as I accept it.

"And thank you for your help defending the trees, youngster," the old man replies. "May you and your Pokemon blossom together."

"Floww, flowwerrr!" Liechi the Bellossom adds.

As I'm on my way out the door, Forrest hands me a bento box. When I open it I find a selection of more common berries, good for a variety of ailments. I try to refuse or offer to pay, but he shakes his head. "It's what we're here for," he says. "Good luck out there."

-----

The afternoon is sweet and mild, but the lingering smell of Grimer still hangs on the breeze. I pedal the Roto-bike around the orchard wall, taking in the trails of dead grass and noticing for the first time how many trees in the surrounding woods are shriveled and brown. If Forrest is right, Koynlab--the company I've impulsively trusted to help me--is responsible for this.

I shake my head. I may have forgotten more than I realize, but I'm no youngster, and bolting off to bring bad guys to justice is a youngster's game. I have to focus on getting Coba home, and I still have 9 more battles to go before his legitimacy will be certain. Whether they're 100% squeaky-clean or not, Koynlab has given me a lifeline, and it would be foolish to let go now.

I turn my bike west, making for Mauville City, and do my best to leave my misgivings behind.

@novelistash

#pokemon rp #closed rp

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womanofwords · 1 year ago

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Brown and Parker Decorating

Hobie squinted at the sheets of stickers in Mayday’s chubby hands. “What the hell are these?” he asked her dad.

Peter B. Parker made a face and jerked his head towards the infant girl. “Watch your language in front of my daughter!” he hissed.

Hobie kissed his teeth. “You do know that in my dimension, I lead riots against the police for fun? And I did tell you I wasn’t a role model. Now, what are those?”

“Those are fun stickers for children. Mayday really likes the glittery princess ones,” Peter said. A unicorn sticker was stuck to her forehead, and Mayday just laughed. Hobie shook his head.

“These stickers are part of a clever ploy by bourgeoisie capitalists to placate the masses and imprison them in restrictive gender norms,” he declared. Peter yawned.

“If you rein in the language, I’ll let you put them anywhere you want,” he said. Hobie looked at the stickers, looked at Mayday, looked at the man with the pink dressing gown sprawled on a sofa, and had an idea.

He waited until loud snores were coming from the dad, and he quietly stole away with Mayday. He had an establishment to mess with.

“Now, my little anarchist, this room is pristine and government property. What would you like to vandalize first?” Hobie asked. Mayday’s arms stretched out wide, and Hobie let out an appreciative whistle. “Everythin’? All right, guv’nor.”

They were halfway through pasting unicorn stickers onto the buttons when Miles, Gwen and Pavitr walked in.

“What are you doing and why do you have Mayday?” Pavitr asked.

“What are you doing here?” Hobie asked them.

“We asked you first. And we don’t have to tell you anything,” Gwen said, her arms folded.

“We’re looking for Pavitr’s missing bracelet,” Miles said. Gwen facepalmed.

Hobie looked at Pavitr’s wrists. One was missing a bracelet, so the story checked out. “Cool. I’m giving Mayday her first taste of anarchy by sticking these all over O’Hara’s shop,” Hobie said. “Gives it a bit of colour. And she just likes sticking them on places.”

Miles grinned. “I have some paints in my room in my dimension. I can help.”

“Yes! My guy, Miles! You do that!” Hobie grinned and threw up a peace sign.

Gwen grabbed Miles and dragged him away to the portal. Pavitr watched them, smiling happily. “They would go so well together, wouldn’t they?” he said to Hobie.

“Yeah, they would. Little rulebreakers, both of them.”

When Miguel walked into the room where it happened, he stopped dead in his tracks. It had been vandalized.

Glittery stickers all over his workstation, obscuring the labels on all the buttons with images of unicorns, fairies and rainbows. No consistency at all. The wall was graffitied with the silhouette of a very small figure. The words “The Future” were in large bubble writing above the silhouette’s head. The letters were a variety of colours in no particular order: blue, pink, silver, white, black, red, and gold.

“WHO DID THIS?!” he screamed. Meanwhile, Hobie, Miles, Gwen and Pavitr were walking around with Mayday and trying to hide the cans of spray paint.

“You did such a good job staying still, May-May,” Miles cooed.

“We should get away soon before Miguel finds out,” Gwen said.

“That won’t happen for a while,” Pavitr said.

“HOBIE!” Miguel screamed.

“We should run,” Hobie said.

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“Hey, how did you get back so fast? Does she need to be changed or something?” Peter asked.

“She . . . really wants her daddy, is all,” Miles said, everyone smiling. Mayday cooed and reached out for her dad, and Peter melted.

“Come here, little May,” he cooed. Miles, Gwen and Pavitr covertly sidestepped out.

“She’s going to grow up to be amazing,” Hobie said, looking down at May with a smile. “See ya, man.” He opened up a portal and fell backwards through it. Mayday giggled and pointed at it.

“Hobie’s nice, isn’t he?” Peter said. Mayday mimicked Miles’ spray can, tracing a person in the air. “What were you doing when I was asleep?”

Mayday simply smiled.

@spicy-apple-pie, I heard through the Tumblr grapevine that you wanted a fic of Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen and Miles babysitting Mayday, so I found this. Not sure if it’s specific enough for whatever you had in mind, but here you go. Somebody listened.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie brown #peter b parker #may day #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #spider gwen #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 1 year ago

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@blupjeansweek May 29th: AU

[remember when I said I'd write the arcade date from Starblaster Lanes?]

“How have I never realized that this place was so close to my job?” Lup asks, following Barry through the front door of the arcade. A rush of air conditioning tumbles over them. It’s dark inside the arcade, the windows treated with a deep tint. The flooring isn’t the garish nightmare carpet Lup was expecting to see in an arcade, rather some dark tiles with faint specks of holographic glitter adorning it. A synthy 80s pop playlist plays quietly, under the sound effects from countless arcade cabinets.

Barry hands the guy by the door some cash and gets a nod in return. “It’s one of those things that either you know someone who goes here all the time and they drag you here, or you just never find out about it. It’s not the flashiest building, you know?”

And it’s true. The facade of the building is a dilapidated looking brick. No large sign like its neighboring businesses, just a peeling decal on the front that lists the hours and the price for an all-day entrance.

“How’d you find this place, then?” Lup’s astounded at the sheer variety of cabinets. Lots she’s heard of, countless others she never could have even dreamed up.

Barry moves through the arcade with a confident kind of comfort; he’s in his element and it’s clear to see. “I moved here when I was first starting grad school and I didn’t really have a ton in common with my classmates. They were nice enough in lecture and everything, I just never got around to really getting to know them. So, I took a lot of walks and stumbled into this place by accident, But it was like my paradise, you know?”

Lup stops in front of a game that features what looks like Godzilla, King-Kong, and a werewolf. She nods to Barry. They pick the Godzilla and werewolf, respectively. “I get that. Embarrassing as it is, that’s why Taako and I dig the bowling alley so much. We got into so much shit in middle school that our aunt just started dropping us there with some cash on days she was at work early. And now we work there. And it’s lame, probably, but it was a nice place to lay down some kind of roots.” She grimaces as her character bites into a piece of building that was concealing a toaster and falls down, defeated.

“It’s not lame! It’s nice, feeling comfortable somewhere.” Not too long after the demise of Lup’s giant lizard, Barry’s werewolf falls victim to a similar fate. They both share a laugh about this and meander to other cabinets, idly playing a few, laughing when they lose.

Lup eyes the massive mural in the back depicting all manner of pop culture icons, and she and Barry take time pointing out the best ones. Lup’s especially fond of what seems to be Dot Warner, though she appears bereft of her brothers.

At long last, they approach the Space Invaders cabinet. Being his home turf, Lup lets Barry take the first crack at the machine. He racks up quite the respectable score; nothing that takes down his personal best, but something to knock poor old Bob outta seventh spot.

Lup claps and rubs her hands together like a villainous cartoon spider. "Alrighty, that was a pretty good showing but there's a new sheriff in town." She sidles up to the machine and meditatively hits the new game button.

She dies fairly quickly.

"Yeah, see that's what we in the biz call a trial run," Lup says casually, stretching her arms and rolling her shoulders. Barry laughs good naturedly. She bounces on her toes a few times before readying herself in front of the machine again.

She does markedly better this time, the trial run seeming to have worked magic. When she exhausts each of her lives, she's delighted to realize she's managed to snag a spot on the board. Near the bottom, but there nonetheless.

"Just going easy on me, huh?" Barry asks, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Exactly right. Couldn't unleash my full force right here. Then you might get turned to goo and I can't in good conscience subject the employees here to goo cleaning," Lup says seriously.

"You're just so kind and thoughtful."

"I am. I'm like the Princess Diana of this arcade."

Barry looks at her, bewildered. "I certainly hope you're not," he sputters.

Lup grins. "Yeah, I guess that wouldn't bode well for either of us, huh?"

"It wouldn't!" Barry nods toward the tiny snack counter in the back corner, boasting two empty stools and delicious 80s prices. "How about I buy you a soda while we figure out how to muscle our way into the line for the N64 over there?"

"Think you could throw in one of those dubious hot dogs on the rollers?"

"You drive a hard bargain, but I think we can make that work."

Lup grabs his hand as they slowly make their way to the counter.

#blupjeans #blupjeans week 2023 #barry bluejeans #lup #reese writes #starblaster lanes #hali enjoy all the easter eggs skfbskskd #[easter eggs i say as this arcade is fully ripped from arkadia]

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z-h-i-e · 10 months ago

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Character Study: Thranduil Headcanons

I don't recall how far back I wrote this, but I reposted it on March 8, 2011 on Yahoo!Groups. Of course, that's gone, so now I drop it here, with updates for 2024, because a few things have changed since I started writing Thranduil into stories over 20 years ago.

Author: Zhie

Character: Thranduil

What does your character look like, how do they dress, what are their mannerisms, how would you describe their voice, what is their personality like, what kind of day-to-day problems do they face, and how do these problems affect them?

I see him as fairly proper, and not one who likes those fancy robes Elrond wears. He's a 'say yes to pants' kind of guy. He is very patient, but at the same time, once he has an opinion it can be difficult to sway him. I kind of have Otto Preminger's voice stuck in my head for him, thanks to the cartoon. Day-to-day, when in Middle-earth, he deals with running a kingdom, which he does very systematically and very diplomatically. He's very organized, and really gets into whatever sort of work he is doing. (I don't always directly say what a person's occupation is, but I like to give everyone an occupation. In Doriath, I had him as a sort of law librarian/paralegal, and eventually move him up to being the Middle-earth equivalent of a lawyer.)

2024 addition: By the time I get him to Valinor, he's an extremely formidable lawyer, and an expensive one. I also have it that he keeps many, many horses that are expertly trained and can be rented for journeys, and thus runs the Valinor equivalent of Uber. Eventually I have plans to have him move up to the level of Magistrate.

When and where was your character born?Due to a lot of storytelling stuff my brother and I came up with before I started putting fanfic down on paper, we decided that Thranduil would be born in Valinor, and made him just a little younger than Ecthelion and Galadriel, his best friends when he was growing up. He's a few hundred years older than Celeborn.

What problems did your character face growing up?

Not many. The worst problem was probably dealing with the punishments from going along with whatever mischief Ecthelion was causing, or from kissing too many girls and making them run off startled or screaming.

What are their interests? What are they good at? What are their personal strengths and weaknesses?

Great diplomat. Excellent public speaker. Not so good at keeping prisoners safely locked up *coughgollumanddwarvescough* He likes shiny things. He doesn't particularly like war, but he's good at combat. He likes to drink, he's a wine connoisseur. He also likes to sing.

Besides being a lawyer, he has a fair amount of knowledge about healing. Most of it was learned non-traditionally, from observation or just trying things. He ends up aiding in the delivery of both of his sons, as well as countless other elflings later (including a daughter Galadriel has later in Valinor)

2024 edition: This is part of what I leaned into in Phoenix, where he offers to accompany Finrod around Tol Eressea when Finrod is still recovering from some injuries he has. Thranduil is very much a person I think strives to take care of people he is close to or likes or whom he feels some responsibility for -- he was a dad mode king. In the story Tusk, I have a side story where Glorfindel learns that in the depths of Mirkwood, there's an area where there are half-orcs and some full orcs, the products of soldiers who fell in love with the enemy and brought them back to Mirkwood, and Thranduil finds a way to keep these families together.

What are your characters favorites (food, color, season, place, type of music, etc.)? List any you can think of.

Very eclectic musical tastes. In Valinor, his 'retirement' job is running an inn that includes a large pub and dance hall. He tends to have a variety of musical acts. Favorite color is green (which I tend to think is the typical color for an Elf, though from many surveys the statistically typical color a human picks is blue). He likes to be outdoors among lots of trees more than any other place. Favorite food would be a good glass of strong red wine. He enjoys the quiet of winter.

2024 addition: He likes reading outside and watching fancy birds be around him. White peacocks, silly parrots with big colorful plumes, rainbow pheasants found only in Valinor--bird watching, but like, super fancy bird watching.

Do they have any family?

From the canon, he has parents, and of course there's Legolas, his son. But I extended the tree a little, and gave names to people (like his mother) who didn't have one before.

Parents: Oropher & Hisre

Wife: Avisiel

Sons: Ilmendin, Legolas (both sons are eventually married, so he's got inlaws from that)

Grandchildren: 1 granddaughter* (I); 1 granddaughter and 1 grandson (L)

Great-Grandchildren: total of three thus far

Also, his father officially adopted Erestor while they were in Doriath, so while he has no blood siblings, he will refer to Erestor as his brother, as well as a character borrowed (with permission) from Mary & Mal named Thaladir, who becomes loyal to Oropher and leaves Doriath when the rest of the family does.

Thranduil is also related to Celeborn in that they are first cousins; his father (Oropher) is the younger brother of Celeborn's mother.

I like to story weave...

2024 addition: *When I finally got a copy of the Mirkwood choose your own adventure book, I pulled the name of the main character as his adventurous granddaughter.

Who are their friends?

From childhood, his best friends were Galadriel and Ecthelion. When he was in that post-childhood pre-adulthood phase, his best friends were Celeborn and Finduilas. Eventually, he and Erestor became very close friends, and one part of this was due to them both managing to survive through the three ages in Middle-earth, while another part certainly had to do with their mutual appreciation of good liquor, shared religious beliefs, and philosophical ideas.

2024 addition: He becomes quite close to Finrod later, to the point of romantic relationships that his wife approves of.

Do they have any pets or animals they are close to or care for (like a favorite horse)?

Not particularly. He does like sled dogs; those are used more often in Mirkwood than horses, due to the ease of keeping them in the caves, and the greater ability the dogs have to be able to fight giant spiders.

2024 addition: When I wrote Tusk in November of 2010 as my NanoNovel, I gave everyone fun animals -- Gildor had a unicorn, Erestor ends up adopting a cobra, and Thranduil got a giant deer. Do the math - the films started coming out in 2012, I got tired of having people finding Tusk years later tell me I had the wrong animal in the story, so I retconned the deer to match the films -- that was also when I declared I was done aligning Bunniverse with all adaptations. (And thank Eru I did, because can you even imagine the literary gymnastics it would take to reconcile all of Rings of Power with everything else?)

What do they do for fun?

Drink, listen to music, sing on occasion, hold discussions, make love to his wife, watch other people having sex. He has, in Mirkwood, a beautiful suite, which is offered for use to most anyone who is interested, with the understanding that there are a number of areas where Thranduil can sit behind the wall and look in through a peep hole to observe. He doesn't do it to get off, he does it strictly for research purposes -- he writes various guides and sociology books under a pseudonym. Not many even know it's him; he only explains that the room is set up to allow for this unnamed person to observe. He even makes sure not to be in the observation areas every single time things are going on so that there is less suspicion it is him. (I guess this goes more into that secret area..) Since there are a few who are aware of what he does, he has on occasion been invited to observe more closely, and in those cases is very professional, asks questions while he's there, etc.

2024 addition: In Valinor, with plans to finish the most extensive work he's been writing for thousands of years, he get Amarie, Finrod, and Edrahil to let him observe some of the more unique techniques of sexual relations. Later, when he begins a relationship with Finrod, it begins under the terms that it is to allow Thranduil to have experiences so that he can write about them with better understanding. This has led to some of the best scenes I have written, and I don't think any of them are posted publicly as of the writing of this.

Why do people like your character?

He's very intelligent, and very fair. He sees things with a very legal mind. He's also fairly generous, depending on the situation.

Why do people dislike your character?

He makes sure you know that he's right when he knows or thinks he is. He's also a slight bit paranoid about some things -- you would be, too, if your neighbors were evil.

2024 addition: I don't think it gets mentioned in this, but, he is creeped out by goats because of their eyes. Galadriel is almost always seen as keeping them as pets to troll him.

What is your character’s dream or ambition?

To have a happy, healthy family, living together, in a safe place. At the end of the second age, he sent his wife and his mother to Valinor after the death of his father, so it was a while before he saw them again.

Is your character romantically involved with anyone? Who? How long? Why? What is this person like?

Avisiel was living in the wilds of Doriath, much in the same way Nellas does. Thranduil met her one day while wandering in the woods. The rest of her family had been captured by Morgoth and turned into orcs when she was very young; she escaped by hiding. He coaxes her into Doriath, teaches her the language, and eventually falls in love with her. She's not a very complex character, but I didn't think Thranduil would necessarily fall for one of the elite ladies of Elvendom.

2024 addition: He also becomes romantically involved with Finrod during the Fifth Age in Valinor. The first time is brief, about a year, which Thranduil ends up fucking up when he agrees to take on the lawyer role in a case against Finrod, in part thinking that not much will come of it, and in the end, Finrod loses and spends some time after that refusing to even speak to Thranduil. Years pass, and they eventually slowly get together again, with Finrod giving the ultimatum that everyone is allowed to make mistakes, but now that Thranduil has made the mistake once, if he does so again, there is no third chance.

What is a secret about your character that no one knows?

Some people know about that bit with the room and the watching and the writing and all that. This is a tough one. Well, there's one that his wife knows (hard to keep things from a spouse) and no one else really does. Sometimes, when he wants to get out of being at a party or to go to bed (or to "go to bed" *nudge nudge*) he'll act more intoxicated and sleepy than he is so that he can escape to his room. He actually holds his liquor quite well (especially compared to some other Mirkwood Elves)

What else is important to your character?

Religion is very important to him, so much so, that he became the equivalent of what would be an ordained minister/priest in the religion he practices, though he really doesn't do much in terms of that with everything else he does -- it was more a personal spiritual thing. His younger son, however, also takes that path, but more-so as his occupation (yes, I made Legolas the 'cleric' of the Fellowship... too much D&D influence? you decide...). Because of all of that, he is very devoted to and protective of his religion, and it tends to influence him with some of the decision making he does.

2024 addition: Of course, this is something that I know is going to weave into and make difficult the relationship with Finrod, whom I have as one of the biggest heretics in all of Valinor, and someone who does not practice any religion, faith-based beliefs, etc. (He only gets away with it because he's so nice.) I have writings (again, unposted thus far) where at one point, Finrod decides to start his own religion, and again, this becomes straining between him and Thranduil because Thranduil is so devout to his beliefs.

#thranduil headcanon #finrod headcanon #oc headcanons #hobbit fanfiction things #over twenty years of musings

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thygoddessouijathicc · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1: Arrival (Phone Dave Rewrite)

(Do not expect updates to be this frequent I’m just really into this RN)

“Hello there future Freddy’s employe- owner-“ Jack skips through the tape, nothing useful, since when was his first Boss a spokesperson anyway?

He puts in another tape, getting started. “Corporate gave me a very long script about the importance of phone guys, but I’m not reading it. If you hope to run any kind of successful business you’ll need a phone guy. We have a vast catalogue with varying prices ranging from Free, to $500k, which is my price. We do taxes, frame employees, run the entire place when you aren’t around, and some of us don’t even know who we are and haven’t been able to recover our memories yet. So if you want to run a business at all, get a phone while they’re still in stock. Put the next tape in to-“ Jack shuts off the tape and opens up the company website, going to the phone guy page.

Out of stock the tape had said… the reality was anything but, even with how many had left the company there were thousands of phones. And since they marked their own prices, accounting for experience, of which most had quite a bit, $500k wasn’t THAT crazy anymore.

Just to check if the tape was true Jack checks the page for the phone on the tape. “Steven Stevenson.” That’s… a name. $1500k Inflation huh. The tape was kind of old.

Jack has a grand total of $12.50 after buying the restaurant, $12.50 he planned on spending on weed. He clicked on a tab for cheap phones, $700 was the lowest amount. Still way too much. He sighs, almost ready to give up when he sees there is a free tab.

The free phones were apparently sold separately to the standard paid variety, with their own tab.

This was perfect! He could just get as many free phones as he wants! Foolproof!

He clicks on the free tab to see exactly one phone. He is now highly concerned. He had assumed the free ones were defective but only one… were they cursed or something?

Jack, being as high as he is and this unlearning the fear of death, clicks on the page. “Model number 51_02.” No name. This was looking great wasn’t it?

As there was no profile picture aside from a poorly taken photo of what looks like a purple finger covering half the lense with a purple and white phone in the background, Jack moves on to the info.

“51_02 has yet to remember anything, and despite company knowledge of his name, this information has been redacted from files. Phone is marketed as free despite having worked at over 2000 locations before the business model shift that granted phones basic human rights, this was done at his own request. Frequently used to open locations with a fierce loyalty to the company and seeming enjoyment of his job allowing him to be great for new locations, however this phone also behaved in a rather unsettling manner that drove off customers after the first few months at every location. A good phone to start but a horrible one longterm.”

Jack leans back in his chair, exasperated. If this phone is like this he’d be terrible for Jack. He opened the location to lure Dave back and get more weed money. This phone sounded obnoxious and the lack of any elaboration on what exactly he does that drives away customers was… well… suspicious. Jack didn’t overly CARE about the location he just wanted it open long enough Dave would take notice, but a phone that’s got nothing but AI and love for the company?

Jack decides to keep trying to find out more, maybe this phone could help him.

Medical records… no other phone had these… great.

“51_02 has a variety of strange medical issues. He seems to have some kind of rare skin condition causing a scaly off-colour appearance, it seems to not be causing him any physical harm but it is deeply unpleasant to look at. His skin has a number of surgical scars of unknown origin. Due to unfortunately being taller than the height cap the machine removed parts of his anatomy to fit, this resulted in fragile bones, severe muscle atrophy, and some parts of his skeletal structure such as the ribs being oversized.”

The text is followed immediately by a few images, the first showing him without a suit to show the body structure issues… wooo boy were there more than were mentioned. An unusually extended neck buckling under the weight of the phone, a seeming lack of any volume in the midsection, phones do tend to be skinny, losing some fat reserves, but it looks like he was free of any organs, and what looks to be claws poking out of his finger tips. His whole body is swathed in medical gauze and bandages seemingly only there to hide his skin.

Jack sighs in pity for the phone and nearly scrolls past the second picture, but manages to notice it just in time.

His blood runs cold… er than it normally is.

The image is of the phone standing awkwardly wearing no shirt with all the bandages and gauze missing from his body, revealing somewhat scaly bright purple skin.

Everything seems to fall into place in Jack’s constantly drugged mind. Well… some things. “Dave…” he mutters. “That’s where you went…” the man says, running his hand over the screen and then. Scrolling up to hit “add to cart”.

…

It only took a day for Dave to be delivered, a company guarantee. Jack hadn’t slept that night. He cried a lot. But he didn’t sleep.

What else do you do when you hear your boyfriend from the 80s who you thought abandoned you in Vegas turned out to have been transformed into a deformed phone guy who still was trapped under the AI even today and apparently liked the company now?

Dave was delivered in a box, a common practice back in the day. Jack drags the heavy box inside and opens it, before he even finishes the phone pops his head out. Metal. Shockingly well kept, as if repainted frequently.

“Hello? Hello? Hello? My name is Scott Cawthon I’ll be your new manager how can I help you today?” The phone says, Jack almost falls over hearing the Scott voice coming from his old “friend” from the 80s.

Jack gives the phone an uncomfortable smile. He remembers Dave being MUCH taller than him, now the height difference is minimal.

He reaches up and puts his hand on the phone’s shoulder. “Uhhh… hi sir? Are you ok?”

Jack starts crying and hugs the phone.

The phone guy responds awkwardly. “W-wow this place is a dump. I’ll get right to work cleaning it up.” He wedges Jack off himself and goes to get a broom without saying another word.

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf dave #dsaf jack #davesport #dsaf old sport #dsaf phone guy #tw body modification #tw body horror #tw Ouija on her bulshit #cw body mutilation

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aewrie · 1 year ago

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rambling about grimm hcs/au lore. and i mean rambling

my hc is that grimm adores kids & cares about them a lot, and i will die on that hill. like, if he were a regular guy with regular guy aspirations he'd love to be a kindergarten teacher. or run an art/craft club or such. something where he'd get to he'd get to spent time with kids, and encourage them to be creative and weird.

he doesn't hand grimmchild over to the summoner because he doesn't care, but because it's a necessary part of the ritual; the rare occasion where things do go wrong aside, he knows it's for the better, for the child to travel with the summoner. it allows him to rest before he burns (something he desperately needs, because once the child is in the picture, he is actively dying). it allows the child to experience things and grow beyond the scope of the troupe.

he is so protective of his child. yes, it is his reincarnation, but even if it wasn't, he would be. he was ready to die for the child when he did not realize what it was, when he did not want to be responsible for any child at all and was freaking out about the whole thing until he got too depressed about it to be freaking out. he was miserable, had nothing to gain from the situation as far as he knew, and the #1 priority was still the child.

(though, once he knew, and especially once he had trauma related reasons to be extra vigilant? yeah he might have overreacted to some truly, really, genuinely not-a-big-deal situations a few times.)

also, if an actual child did show up for his ritual somehow, he'd rather burn himself alive than go through with it. he can improvise with the ritual when circumstances are less-than-ideal and he cannot find a replacement summoner on short order, though it's not fun for anyone involved. least of all him. the course of action he would take is to find a home/caretaker for the child, gather what flames he can with the troupe's assistance, and torch himself. very much preferably in that order, so the kid wouldn't need to deal with him dying and whatnot; it is not a pretty thing to witness, even indirectly, and he will need more of an adjustment period after. not the best time to be dealing with a stray child.

just, him going up against a child (combat prodigy or not) for his own gain does not fit into the picture at all.

(i started this typing this whole thing bc i realized this specifically is a part of why child ghost bothers me so much lmao. and then i started going off on tangents)

(maybe he did do a double-take when someone tiny waltzed in, but i also think a great amount of variety in size depending on species just makes sense for bug people. and canon does have that kind of variety, too! regular mortal adults range from sly to old stag wait i forgot about bardoon he's the hugest actually, kids from millybug to marmu (these two are spirits but the sizes appear to reflect what their physical bodies were, given we have markoth and galien with actual corpses to compare to). it'd be really awkward and rude to assume shit based on size alone, i feel, if you can't clearly tell based on other features.)

grimm would also be very interested in an explanation as to how and why a child came his way in the first place.

basic rundown: there's these bugs who live apart from the troupe, keeping watch for dying kingdoms and potential summoners. the bug we dreamnail in the cave? was supposed to choose a summoner from amongst survivors, travelers, what have you. it would have been their job to set up and to light the lantern; and also to explain the task at hand and to guide the summoner to the troupe. from there, grimm handles things. alas, the bug died before they could fulfill their duty. good thing ghost had the dreamnail.

speaking of: if the dreamnail is a moth artefact associated with radiance only, it makes no sense for grimm to rely on it for his ritual. he either would have to have alternative means to achieve the same effect that all summoners can utilize, or do something else by default. in my version, no dreamnailing required. when things go as planned, at least.

when the ritual nears its end, conventionally, the nightmare king will find the summoner in their sleep, not the other way around. individuals with unusual skills or tools to reach dreams exist, thought they are rare. so while it was a surprise, it wasn't too odd for ghost to just pop in unexpectedly rather than being 'invited' (read: the nightmare king has found you! now it's time for the asskicking).

the summoner will be allowed into grimm's chambers, because the proximity makes things easier, but that's optional. not everyone can easily fall asleep when he's right there. some manage, and then wake up when they get trounced, and cannot relax again until they get some distance to grimm.

#this got. long #yourebabblingjulle #a fire sets alight #re: ghost you can claim shipping goggles but i do in fact enjoy platonic grimm(child) + ghost also #if you have recs for such where ghost is not baby child whose personality consists of being cute do share. pretty please #through gritted teeth: people are allowed to have their interpretations [aewrie is currently malding in their corner]#headcanons #hk

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