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heliads · 9 months ago

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Can you do Peter Pan x reader OUAT? Peter goes to the modern world with Emma, Snow, David and them as they are looking for someone. He meets this girl and takes an interest to her. He’s never seen someone with facial piercings, and dyed hair before, they come to realize she is the girl they’ve been looking for.

'magic finds magic' - peter pan

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Peter Pan is leaving Neverland. Worse, he’s leaving Neverland alongside Snow, Emma, David, and Hook. In terms of traveling partners, this has got to be the lowest of the low. However, the sand in Peter’s immortal hourglass is running out, and his first attempt at prolonging his life with the heart of Henry Mills didn’t exactly go according to plan. It’s this or nothing, even though Peter is starting to wonder if it would be better to just die than put up with these people any longer.

Never in his life did Peter Pan think he’d be working with the good guys. But never in his life did Peter think he’d be dying, either. A few compromises will have to be made in the name of preserving Peter’s everlasting life, and if that means he has to put up with some princesses and pirates for a few days, so be it. In no time at all, his immortal life will be restored, and he can go back to Neverland and put all of this behind him. Hopefully.

Peter was supposed to die back on Neverland. He was running out of time, anyway. He had set up the perfect scheme: kidnap Henry, disorient the boy’s rescuers on his island long enough to win the Heart of the Truest Believer, and cut the organ out of the boy’s chest if necessary. He’d almost gotten away with it, too, except he was foiled at the last minute. Heartbreaking. So unlike him.

For some reason, though, he hadn’t been left to die in the caverns of Skull Rock. Emma and the others had needed him, for some odd reason, and although none of them trust him in the slightest, they do trust Peter’s single-minded selfishness to keep himself alive. So they claim, at least, and so they had gotten a spell to give Peter one more week of life in exchange for help. If this plan works out, Peter will have a way to continue his immortal life without needing to murder Henry. If it doesn’t, or if he betrays them, he’ll die anyway.

He can feel it now, the pang of his close call with death. There’s a pain in his chest that wasn’t there before, a certain weakness in his lungs. Peter gets tired more easily. He feels– well, he feels like Henry and Emma. He feels mortal. Like he could die at any moment.

Peter has, obviously, thought about double-crossing them, maybe even triple-crossing them, but it’s no use. He feels shakily mortal right now, and Peter does not much enjoy the possibility of his own demise. This is the closest he’s ever come to being beaten, and Peter hates the feeling. He’ll have to play along for now, but after that, he will have his revenge.

First, though, Peter has to do what the others want. They’ve been careful to reveal as few details to him as possible, but the idea is solid. There’s a magical person somewhere in the modern world, in a city far from Storybrooke. This person is like the embodiment of a true love’s kiss spell, designed to renew hope in storybook characters through small acts of power that ultimately drive two needed people together. They’re like a guardian angel of those on the brink of destruction, which is exactly what Peter needs right now.

Peter has plenty of time to mull this over. They’ve forced him into a terrible, small room with awful carpets– an apartment, Emma called it– while they talk out what to do with both him and their missing spell-person. Peter is trying to focus, but he’s getting stared at by Henry Mills again, which is absolutely ruining his mood.

“What do you want?” Peter asks, glaring at the boy.

Henry just goggles back at him. “Don’t you feel bad for trying to kill me?”

Peter snorts. “Why would I do that?”

Henry shrugs. “You pretended you were my friend. I know you like the other Lost Boys on your island, I thought you would have felt bad for killing one of them. I guess not.”

“I don’t feel bad about killing someone so I would live,” Peter says, then wonders why he’s arguing with a child. “Go preach your morals to someone who wants to listen.”

“The others are busy,” Henry pouts.

Peter eyes him unhappily. “And what, I’m your best option for polite conversation? You really are desperate, aren’t you?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “I’d say you’re desperate. You’re the one who’s still talking to me.”

Peter can’t really argue with that, so he deftly changes the topic of conversation before Henry starts looking proud of himself again. “Tell me about our target again. You said you saw them before?”

“Only in a dream,” Henry admits, “but it was a clear dream, I swear. I saw a girl who looked about your age. She seemed like any other teenager, but there was something about her that was different. The way she spoke, maybe, or the glint in her eyes. She was magical, I’m sure of it. She can save Storybrooke.”

“And save me,” Peter reminds him. “That’s the important part.”

Henry rolls his eyes again. If he keeps that up, they’re going to get stuck like that forever. “Yes, I know, you’re only interested in keeping yourself alive. So long as it helps us find this girl, though, I don’t care.”

Peter leans forward. “What’s your plan for finding this girl, then? A little scouting party? This city is big. You’ll never find her.”

Henry shakes his head. “Magic has a way of finding magic. Somehow, our paths will cross.”

“That’s a terrible strategy,” Peter grouses. Why is he entrusting his life to this boy again? He remembers something about having no other options, but it doesn’t seem as good an excuse right now.

“Ask the adults, then,” Henry tells him, and gestures towards the miniscule apartment kitchen, where Emma, Snow, Hook, and David are currently huddled around a table, talking in hushed voices about what to do.

Not wanting to mess with the kid anymore, Peter pulls himself to his feet and heads over. “Tell me you have a plan,” he says.

The adults look up at him. “Find the girl,” Hook says shortly. “That’s our plan.”

Peter scoffs. “You could search this city for months and not find her. What if she doesn’t want to be found? If this girl has any brains at all, she’ll know that people will want her magic and she’ll hide. It’s what I would do.”

Emma sighs. “We don’t even know if this girl knows that she has magic. She’s probably just living an ordinary life, and we’re about to drag her out of it with all of our trouble.”

“Don’t tell me you feel bad for her,” Peter scolds her. “You want this, don’t you? So go get it, or I will.”

Snow tries to tell him to calm down, but David, so quick to anger when it comes to Peter, surges out of his chair. “How about you do something helpful and think with us instead of just insulting us?”

“I will do something helpful,” Peter informs him. “I’ll find her first.”

With that, he lunges for the apartment door, and is out of the tiny room and down the hall before they can stop him. Peter hears the thunder of footsteps after him, but he hurries down the stairs and out of the building. He has the advantage of being quick on his feet; if Neverland taught him anything, it’s how to run when you don’t want to be found.

Peter emerges into the bright sunshine of the city and stops dead in his tracks. He’s not used to the modern world, how the knives of its buildings slash up into the sky, how loud it is with those cars and signs and people. Peter swears he can even see metal things in the sky, soaring along predestined paths. It’s all so much compared to the world he used to know. No wonder some of the others had a hard time adjusting. His mortal heart lets out a pang of sympathy.

The door of the apartment building flies open, revealing Emma and the others hot on his trail. Peter curses under his breath and takes off in one direction, hurtling around pedestrians and shooting down the sidewalk. He heads for smaller streets, hoping to lose them in a swarm of alleyways. The others, more used to the terrain of the modern city, are gaining on him, and Peter is just starting to think that he’ll never be able to shake them when someone grabs him and pulls him into a nearby building.

Peter’s first instinct is to defend himself, but when he isn’t attacked, he realizes that the stranger is only trying to help him. There’s a window just to his left, and Peter watches Emma and the others appear seconds after him. They didn’t see him enter the shop, and keep sprinting down the road in the direction they thought he’d gone. Peter waits a few more intense moments, then decides that he’s lost them for good and turns back around to see who’s gone to the trouble of rescuing him.

He’s greeted with the sight of a girl about his age. She’s eyeing him cautiously, although the corners of her lips begin to prick up with a wicked grin. “Sorry for the rough introduction, but you looked like you needed some help,” she tells him.

Peter lets out a short laugh. “I’m glad to be rid of them, that’s for sure.”

The girl arches a brow. “What, did they catch you shoplifting? I’ve never seen people run that fast unless they were getting chased by the cops.”

Peter narrows his eyes, trying to figure out how on earth he would lift a shop, then decides it’s probably some slang term he doesn’t know. “Something like that,” he says evasively.

He studies the girl’s face to see if he’d answered correctly, and, judging by her impressed grin, he had. “Nice,” she says. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Peter,” he replies. He gets the urge to introduce himself as he usually would– Peter, Peter Pan– then remembers at the last second that Emma had warned him about telling people who he was. Apparently, telling people he was a fictional character in their world wouldn’t go over too well.

“Peter,” the girl repeats. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Peter says, and realizes belatedly that he means it. He feels like how he had at the start of it all, when the Lost Boys had first started appearing on this island, but this feeling is far stronger. He wants to get to know this girl. He certainly doesn’t want her to leave.

“I’m new to the city,” he says abruptly. “Any chance you could show me around?”

Y/N laughs, surprised. “You’re new and you’re already in trouble? You’ll fit right in, Peter.”

He grins, in on the joke a half beat late. “I like to have fun, that’s all.”

“Well,” Y/N says, starting to lead him back towards the door of the shop, “I like fun, too. Maybe we should stick together.”

“I’d like that,” Peter says, then wonders why he’s being so honest all of a sudden. When he sees Y/N’s smile– real this time, not sarcastic or joking, but genuinely because of him– he thinks he knows why.

The two of them step back out into the light. “Where to first?” Peter asks.

“I was going to ask you that,” Y/N replies. “What do you want to do? Sightseeing, maybe? We can get some food, or just talk.”

“Anything,” he says. He’d follow her anywhere. The feeling in him right now is like nothing he’s ever felt before. The pain in his chest, Peter realizes with some surprise, is gone. He feels immortal. Like living in this one moment could last forever.

They end up spending the next few hours together. Y/N shows him around the city, taking Peter to her favorite spots. Peter stares at the vast cityscape and finally starts to understand why someone might choose the modern world over the natural one. He’ll always pick Neverland first, of course, but seeing the world through Y/N’s eyes, it makes sense.

The two of them get along like a house on fire. Y/N’s got this rebellious streak to her that fits in perfectly with Peter’s, well, Peter-ness. No joke is too dark, no sarcastic comment too caustic. They feel the same. Peter doesn’t think he’s ever met someone who thinks so much like him.

As the sun starts to set in the sky, Peter feels his spirits sinking. He doesn’t want to let go of this day, not when he knows it can never happen again. He’s supposed to be finding Henry’s spell-girl, but all Peter wants to do is spend more time with Y/N.

His mood is especially ruined when they turn a corner and find Henry Mills walking towards them. Peter’s eyes widen and he tries to steer Y/N back in the direction they’d come, but it’s too late. Henry lets out an audible gasp and starts hurrying towards them.

“Peter,” Henry calls out when he’s close enough to talk, “We’ve been looking for you all over! Where have you been?”

Y/N glances at Henry dubiously. “Who’s this?”

“My little brother,” Peter blurts out.

At the same time, Henry chimes in, “My friend from school.”

Peter shoots the younger boy a quick glare, then turns back to Y/N. “Both, actually. He’s my step-brother. Recent marriage. We’re still getting acclimated. Our family is a little chaotic.”

“You can say that again,” Henry mumbles. Peter fights the urge to butcher him.

While Peter silently advises himself on why murder would be bad at a time like this, Henry stares openly at Y/N. All of a sudden, the boy’s mouth hangs open. “Oh my gosh, it’s you.”

Y/N’s brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

All of a sudden, Peter feels a sick sensation in his stomach. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t.

“You’re the girl from my dream,” Henry announces. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Y/N looks back at Peter. “What’s he talking about?”

The open, carefree expression, which had been on her face all day, is starting to be replaced with deep, unsettled fear. Peter hates to see it directed at him. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he begins. “Something about yourself.”

“You’re sounding a little creepy right now,” Y/N warns him. “Get to the point.”

“Alright,” Peter says. “You’re magical. So am I. We need your help to break a curse and save my life. How about that?”

Y/N shakes her head quickly. “This is crazy. Magic isn’t real.”

Peter can’t lose her, not like this, so he leans forward and holds out his hand. A ball of light appears inside his cupped fingers, glowing and bright. It’s a simple charm, one of the first he learned, but it has the desired effect.

Y/N stares at it, transfixed, and when she speaks again, her voice is hushed. “That’s impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible,” Peter says. “Not magic. Not even the fact that you would find me in this city by accident. Magic is drawn to magic.”

Y/N’s eyes slowly raise to meet his. “This is real, then. I have magic.”

“You have magic,” Peter confirms. “Come with us, we can show you. They’re good people, Y/N. You can trust them.”

It’s the closest he’s ever come to honesty. For once, Peter isn’t playing a game. He isn’t trying to trick Y/N over to his side. He just wants her to be safe, and he knows that isn’t through lies.

Y/N smiles at him. “I trust you, Peter. That’s enough for me.”

She reaches over and takes his hand. Now that he’s focusing on it, Peter can feel the slow loop of her magic when they touch. It feels like power, but more than that, it feels like life. A life with her, maybe. A life for both of them.

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jintaka-hane · 25 days ago

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[Masterlist] Kiss your blorbo on New Year’s Eve

Asked by: @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @limitlesstildil @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth

KID

Summary: It's New Year's Eve and you're about to disembark from the Victoria Punk forever, but as midnight approaches, a certain redhead will make you reconsider. Word count: 1300 Warning: x gn!reader; some angst; fluff All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.

A sigh leaves your lips in the form of vapor that lingers for a moment before dissipating into the cold air. You smile, looking ahead, your eyes fixed on the distant celebration and joy reigning on the island you are about to dock. There is so much happiness... It’s the last night of the year, and everyone wants to spend it celebrating with their loved ones.

Your eyes drift down to the bundles resting at your feet. Your whole life packed into those three suitcases. Not that there was much to pack, you think to yourself, you are used to moving from one place to another, anyway.

Resting your arms on the frozen railing of the Victoria Punk, you flex your numb fingers to restore circulation. Your cheeks, rosy from the icy air, soften with a hint of a bittersweet smile at what seems to be bonfires on the beach. The ship is still minutes away from docking, but you can almost smell the food roasting over the flames and hear the distant songs and laughter.

Another sigh escapes you, and your gaze shifts upward to the blanket of stars spread across the sky. It’s cloudy, but they shimmer brilliantly through the clouds, like scattered pearls floating in a deep, black sea.

Your time aboard the ship is nearly over.

You never planned to stay this long, but what was meant to be a one-week passage turned into a month, and that month, thanks to the unpredictable routes and whims of this eccentric, punk-rock crew, stretched into three.

At first, you thought the crew would be a challenge for you, like the tightly-knit group with little trust for outsiders they seemed to be. But in reality, they welcomed you with open arms sooner than you expected, making it clear that beneath the spiked hair, metal studs, and leather jackets hid a large, warm, and friendly family.

The captain, however, was a different story. From the start, he made it abundantly clear that you didn’t belong. The scowls, the tightly pressed lips, and the way he crossed his arms disapprovingly, glaring at every step you took across his deck, said it all.

But now his misery is about to end.

You are finally reaching your destination, and soon, you’ll be out of his sight for good.

Your eyes are still fixed on the sky when the sound of heavy boots thudding against the wooden deck reaches your ears. You know those steady, defiant steps by heart, and you’re surprised he’s bothered to show up to say goodbye.

“How much longer until we dock?” you ask, refusing to give him the satisfaction of turning around.

“Twenty minutes,” you hear him say.

“Good…”

You don’t say anything else. You don’t turn around either. He stays rooted in place behind you, just as silent. The only sounds are the music and chanting growing clearer as you approach the island. As a freezing breeze bites at your cheeks, you decide to speak again.

“At last, you’ll be rid of me, huh?”

“I… uh, yeah…” he mutters behind you.

Not even a basic farewell, you think, frowning as you force yourself not to care. You focus on what looks like a bunch of glowing kites soaring into the sky from the beach. But the way Kid just stands there behind you, frozen, begins to unnerve you. And what’s with that uneven breathing of his?

"I…" he starts but hesitates.

Your icy fingers tap impatiently on the railing, and with an exasperated huff, you spin around to face him.

His almost-frozen goggles keep his messy red hair in place, his oversized coat hangs loosely over his shoulders, and his painted lips curve downward into an unpleasant scowl.

Basically his usual look.

But there’s something… something in his posture you can’t quite figure out. A hint of vulnerability, perhaps? Whatever it is, he seems to be fighting it.

“Probably won’t see each other again,” you add, trying to sound casual.

His intense amber eyes lock onto yours, filled with the confusion of someone who wants to say something but doesn’t know how.

“Probably,” you barely hear him mutter with feigned nonchalance, yet a slight twitch in his face betrays him as his jaw tightens so much it looks like he might break his teeth. You shake your head, and all hope of having a cordial conversation with him leaves you.

He slowly moves to your side and rests both arms on the railing, and the two of you just stand there, staring at the beach party in the distance. There's still a few hundred meters to go, but you can already spot groups of kids setting off firecrackers and couples dancing joyfully to the rhythm of the music. As you watch another group preparing what looks like fireworks, you notice, out of the corner of your eye, Kid suddenly slouching and lowering his head in defeat.

“I CAN’T,” he gasps, finally breaking.

You immediately turn toward him, and your eyes widen in surprise at seeing such a man, his back hunched and trembling, his eyes shut tight, and his canines jutting out between his bared teeth.

"You can't what, Kid?" You raise your hand to place it on his back to calm him, but you leave it hanging in the air, too hesitant to touch him.

"LOSE YOU," he answers, burying his head further between his arms, tilting it to one side to hide his face from you. His metal hand clenches into a fist, and he slams it into the railing, sending splinters of wood flying through the air. "FUCK! Why do I always lose EVERYTHING?!”

You gasp, and your hands attempt to move to your mouth, but instead they go to his shoulders, grabbing and forcing him to look you in the face.

“Kid look at me! What are you saying?”

As his tightly shut eyes open, a stray, bitter tear slips down his cheek, smearing some of his eyeliner. But even in that state, he tries to look at you menacingly.

“Is it because I’m not strong enough for you? Is that it?”

Your round eyes dart between his, and you realize then what's happening. This grumpy, big guy, with his zero talent for feelings and words, is going to be your downfall. Without saying a word, you cup his chin with one trembling hand and, with the other, gently wipe the tear from his cheek. In the distance the countdown to midnight starts.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

'Kid, it’s not—'"

“Stay,” he says, locking his sharp, amber eyes with yours.

Seven! Six! Five!

“Kid…” you whisper again.

"Don't leave me," he says, lifting his hand to cover yours on his chin. "I'll get stronger. I've already beaten a Yonko, I'll beat the next ones I come across and make you proud... I'll defeat every Yonko we cross paths with... but don't leave me…”

Four! Three!

Your breath catches in your throat, and your hand slides softly from his stained cheek to the back of his neck.

“Stay…” he sighs, tilting his head and bringing his lips closer to yours.

Two! One!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Your lips brush against each other for a sweet second before yielding, finally melting into a rough, possessive kiss. A kiss that puts an end to your insecurities, and allows Kid to say more than he could ever express with words.

His warm lips steal all the air from your lungs, and his flesh arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. He keeps his other arm against his back, avoiding touching you with the frozen metal. You wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh softly into his kiss as the cheers and shouts of New Year's celebrations fill the air.

As the rattle of fireworks exploding in the sky hits your chests, their lights bathe in multiple colors the passionate couple you have finally become on the icy deck of the Victoria Punk.

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alextydaisuda123 · 3 months ago

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Pizza Tower AU- Cloud Tower

"WARNING!": A LOT OF TEXT

A new AU that didn't take long to wait. To be honest, this idea came up spontaneously and additionally for several reasons, one of which is my childhood dream of having wings (and over the years my dream hasn't faded, which is surprising, usually my dreams fade after 5 years or a little more). Before I start talking about this world, a couple of additional words. A huge thank you to Emily (@creat0rstudi0) for helping me with this AU: she helped with the design of Peppino and Gustavo, from whom I pushed off and created images for others, painting everyone choosing a good palette for them (don't worry, I also painted the characters myself, Emily just gave a clearer palette than me, so I will show you 2 versions of painted characters), and also helped a little with information about the bosses. Well, now let's go.

Cloud Tower is an AU where instead of the earth there are small floating islands, platforms, and the space around is an endless sky, which is both a home and a grave. If you break your wings and fall, there is only a small chance that your body will fall on some island or platform, or if someone notices you falling, and if this is not the case, then consider that you will fall endlessly for the rest of your life (or until your corpse is cut by the air). And also (almost) everyone has wings. There are those who were born without them, or with them, but because of their problems (they grew together incorrectly or broke unsuccessfully) are disabled, roughly speaking. Also, someone may have additional plumage (in their hair, on their body, etc.) in addition to their wings. And yes, since the climate in their world is not so simple, many fly in warm clothes. There is also magic here, but it is hidden either in artifacts or in some creatures, since the world itself is also magical in its own way (after all, the food here is alive, lol). A few words about the tower. There is a certain atmosphere there similar to the Rainbow Factory from MLP Creepypasta.

Peppino and Gustavo are both cooks, but in their own separate directions. Peppino is an Italian cook, while Gustavo works as a baker of bakery sweets. One day, Pizzaface arrives on a flying platform and reports that Peppino's pizzeria will be destroyed by a cloud tower, but if he does not want this, then let him fly to the tower, and flew away, leaving behind an evil laugh. What actually did not like this, and they both decided to fly there and destroy the tower with its "owner".

Additional facts: Peppino, despite the fact that he does not particularly like to fly, although he has to, his flight speed is clearly faster than Gustavo's, while he flies slower; Gustavo has his own separate bakery, where he makes pastries, he would like to work with Peppino, but he cannot leave the place where his family once baked their first bread; Peppino participated in the heavenly war, from which he still has an injury, but thanks to work and his faithful friend Gustavo, he tries to live an ordinary life and not think about it.

Pepperman and Vigilante are two of the main bosses of the cloud tower who clearly didn't get there of their own free will. They were kidnapped a long time ago and forced to work for Pizzahead, having been threatened in a special way. Pepperman is a restorer (like in steampunk, yes) and a decorator. Vigilante is an ordinary security guard, and also watches the precipitation.

Additional facts: Pepperman has really white pupils, which is why his eyesight is worse than usual (he is not completely blind), and the reason for his poor eyesight is that he refuses to wear glasses for flying (but be that as it may, for work he still wears them under his beret along with additional tools); before getting into the tower, these two were ALREADY a couple; Vigilante's grandfather, who has long been retired, is still alive; as PH himself "promised", so that the bosses would be freed from their tower duties, they need to "rip off Peppino's wings" at any cost, even if they weren't aimed at fighting him.

Noise and Noisette are another couple who ended up in the tower in the same way as Pepperman and Vigilante. Noise hosts the news and weather forecast, and a small show similar to "Truth or Dare". Meanwhile, Noisette is still the same cafe owner.

Additional facts: Noise has a broken right wing, it was broken by Pizzahead when he tried to fly out of the tower for the first time, he broke it so much that now Noise can't fly at all, the wing has grown together crookedly and he is unable to straighten it and move it, so he flies with the help of a backpack on his back, which he can change to either a jet or a simple propeller; Noisette sometimes helps Noise with flying and how Noise injured his wing, she does not know to this day; I lied to you a little, Pizzahead kidnapped only Noise, and Noisette herself flew to PH when she was looking for him, and when she found him, so that PH would not harm her, he lies to her and offers to join Pizzahead, as he himself wanted.

Bruno is an unsuccessful clone, mixed with a regular bird and Peppino's DNA, created by PH. He can fly, but very ineptly because his arms replace his wings, which is why he falls and crashes into all sorts of possible objects, which is why he flaps his wings hard and pieces fly off from them, he can of course grow them, but this whole process takes a lot of his strength.

Additional facts: in addition to his speech, he makes a distorted bird sound; despite his inability to fly, the bosses (Pepperman, Vigilante and Noisette) still teach him to fly normally, they also additionally look after Bruno himself, feed him and teach him to speak, since PH himself does not do this; because of such care, Bruno accepts his friends more as parents, calling them accordingly (in the future, he will also call Peppino this way 😂)

Pizzahead is the main boss, a sadist and a psycho. He built a tower, around which a barrier in the form of clouds with a powerful lightning discharge is built, and in order to turn it off, you need to turn off the generators.

Additional facts: Pizzahead and Pizzaface in this AU are brothers, Pizzahead is younger; after one incident, his psyche was shaken, he was inspired to recreate the tower for his whims and "fun"; he cut off Pizzaface's wings and as a great and first trophy keeps them in his office along with John's wings and one wing of Jerome; those wings that Pizzahead himself is wearing are also "trophies", cut off from other creatures, but he tells everyone that they are fake and it's just a cape, he also participated in the war, but in secret from his brother, so that he "wouldn't worry" about him.

Pizzaface is Pizzahead's brother and ... a good guy? Yes! In this AU, he is not a bad character, but rather a good one. So in that encounter with Peppino, he just played the role of a bad guy. He is quiet (but he tries to be sociable) and traumatized. He does not often show himself to the other inhabitants of the tower, which is why few people know about him. Most of the time, he spends either in the secret room where Pizzahead keeps him, or with Jerome, helping him clean the tower.

Additional facts: because of the cut off wings, he feels weak and exhausted; he still does not know why Pizzahead acted so cruelly and what happened to his psyche, but he blames himself for this, that he was not caring enough and simply did not keep an eye on him; Pizzahead watches almost his every move so that he does not do stupid things and does not ruin his plans, and for the sake of PH he has to play the same role of a bad guy.

Jerome is a small pillar with one wing and memory loss due to a strong blow from Pizzahead. He is a simple cleaner. He does not remember anything about his brother or his past, although memories still pop up in his head. In the past, he had magic, but due to the loss of a wing and memory, he does not remember and cannot use it normally, over time, the skills were simply lost.

Additional facts: he is Pizzaface's best friend, and he sometimes helps him remember things, but he cannot (PF hopes that he will remember something); he has seen John many times as an ordinary part of the tower, but he cannot remember him or at least his name; initially, he was not supposed to be in the tower and Pizzahead wanted to throw him on a long flight, but Pizzaface somehow convinced him to leave him and just make him an ordinary cleaner.

Well, I hope you like this AU. Enjoy and have a nice flight!

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sinnabarmoth · 1 month ago

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Worthy of Devotion (6/9)

Pairing: Sea God|Rafayel x Worshipper|Reader (fem)

Summary: Rafayel and Reader talk about why it was him that she had chosen to worship and what exactly happened to put her in his path.

Content Warnings: Adult language. Mentions of past child abuse. Attempted murder of a child.

Length: 3k

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (7) (8) (9)

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This wasn’t how you were supposed to feel. You knew that. There was a difference between loving your god and being in love with your god. You had heard many tales of other followers of other deities that had fallen in love with their god. It never worked out well. Most of them ended up dying in the end, and you knew none that actually ended up with the god they so adored.

You knew the responsible thing would have been to pull away, to put those walls up that divided you and Rafayel into your respective positions. He the god. You the follower. You reminded yourself that once the temple was repaired you would be constructing a boat to take you home. It was only a matter of time till you left this island and returned to the mainland to become a priestess. That was the goal. It was the whole reason you had spent countless hours penning the history Rafayel told you. You were going to be his priestess, maybe a high priestess. And that was all you were going to be. All you would allow yourself to want.

And you tried to be that. You tried to put up those walls. You tried to be proper and revere him just as your god and nothing more. But you couldn’t.

Every day when he came by you forgot about the future. You laughed and joked and talked as if you were old friends. At night before he would leave to return to Lemuria you would lay in bed together. He’d rest his head on your lap while you ran your hands through his soft hair. You’d say your prayer to him and fall asleep.

Some evenings he even stayed. You’d wake up with him next to you, holding you. You would feign still being asleep in those instances. Your whole body melting into his touch when you felt him stir. Because he probably thought you were still asleep he’d kiss you. Your forehead, your cheek, or if he was behind you he’d press one to the back of your neck.

The simple intimacy of it all made you want to weep.

You never spoke about any of it. How could you? If you said anything it would mean you’d have to confront everything you knew couldn’t happen. It would mean breaking your own heart.

So you slowed your work, just to have that extra day with Rafayel before having to return to the mainland. Days would go by when you didn’t do any work at all. You’d claim you were tired or needed to draw up a plan on how to repair something. Each excuse more flimsy than the last. You knew your time was running out.

Finally all there was left to fix was the roof. There was no way for you to restore it to what it was before but you could board it up to keep the elements from coming in. But that would take some time and an actual plan. You needed to figure out how to get to the roof and more importantly how to get supplies to the roof.

For a brief moment a hope swelled in your chest at the idea that it may very well be impossible. Which meant that you’d have to stay here forever. You couldn’t leave it destroyed like that. It would practically be sacrilege to return to the mainland with that giant hole in the roof. And you were not going to leave the temple in such a state.

Then your stupid conscience kicked in and reminded you that you could in fact not just leave it to further your own selfish agenda. Whether you liked it or not, you had to fix it. The temple didn’t do anything wrong. It deserved the respect and care you had been putting in for months. But you did indeed still need a plan so until you figured something out you could remain as long as you were needed.

Amidst all this work and excuses and personal crisis there was Rafayel. One evening he had informed you that a meteor shower was happening that night and sat with you on the beach to watch the stars streak across the clear night sky.

When you were child you had heard stories about how if you wished on a falling star your wish was sure to come true. As you grew you weren’t sure how much you believed in those tales. But considering that one of your childhood wishes was to meet the Sea God, you were starting to think it wasn’t all sparkle with no substance. Maybe there was some magic in it.

What would you wish for now if you knew it would come true? Your gaze flicked to Rafayel.

He caught you staring and you whipped your head back to look at the sky.

“I have a question for you that I don’t think I’ve asked before.” Rafayel said. “You said that you had traveled to this temple for your pilgrimage. That if all had gone as intended you would have come here, done your work, retrieved a pearl and left to become a priestess. Is that correct?”

“Yes. That was the plan. Still is the plan, although renovations are still slow going and I also still have no way to return to the mainland. It was always my intended goal and with your blessing and everything that we’ve recorded in the book I may even be raised to high priestess when I return.”

“What would you do if you were made high priestess?”

“Well, I’d set the records straight first. Make sure everyone knew the real history of the Sea Gods and what you desire from your followers. Next I would see followers return to this temple as they were supposed to. I could bring in so many others that would not only restore this place to its former glory but make it even better. With the influence as a high priestess I could do it.”

He brushed a bit of sand off your face. “You really do worship me, don’t you?”

“Is it not obvious?”

“Sometimes it’s hard to remember that you’re one of my devoted followers when you’re not tossing pebbles at me or demolishing me at Jumping Shrimp. But you are a very good follower, best I’ve ever seen anyway. I’d be lucky to have you as a high priestess.”

Your heart swelled with the affection given. “Thank you.”

“My question then is, before you met me why did you want to become a priestess? Out of all the gods, why me?”

“Oh…” you hugged your arms to your sides. “It…it isn’t a very happy story I’m afraid.”

His eyebrows knit in concern. “What do you mean?”

“There are many superstitions regarding the sea, especially where I grew up. I didn’t take much heed of any of them when I was a kid. And I remember there was this one cave that could only be entered at low tide. Everyone on the island said it was cursed, haunted by the lives of those who disrespected the sea. Everyone who went into that cave never came out alive. Their bodies would be dragged back out with the pull of the tide mangled and bloody.

“I don’t remember what possessed me to go to the cave. Maybe I was trying to be brave. Maybe I was chasing a colorful fish I saw in the shallows. But I went in. It was dark and the waves were up to my waist. I got caught in some kind of riptide and it pushed me deeper and deeper into the cave. I got scared and started praying that I would make it out of there alive. Then that pull stopped and I was on land at the back of the cave. There was this bioluminescent algae that was growing along the walls, it cast everything in serene light. I stayed there until the tide went back down.

“When I left the cave someone saw me. Saw how I was covered in this glowing algae and not dead. People didn’t know how to react to my being alive despite entering the cave. My parents…” you took in a shaky breath, “My parents thought it was a bad omen. That I was cursed, that I would only bring misfortune. So they threw me into the sea. But I survived again. The priests saw my miraculous defiance of death not once but twice and saw it as a blessing. They said I had been marked with the favor of the Sea God. So they took me into the city temple.

“From that point on you were my reason for living. If not for the priests thinking me blessed I may have ended up abandoned on the streets or dead. My becoming a priestess was what they expected of me and what I strove for.”

You turned to Rafayel. There were tears in his eyes. “They threw you into the sea?” he said.

“Yes. They had sewn rocks into my pockets so I would sink and drown. I remember sinking further and further beneath the waves, unable to kick back to the surface with the added weight. The sunlight started to disappear and I couldn’t breathe. I sucked in a lungful of water, the world went dark but then I woke up on the shore. I don’t know how it happened but--”

“The pockets of your dress were ripped.” Rafayel said.

“Yes…how did you know that?” You were positive you had never told him this story before.

“So much trouble, even as a child.” he said, a disbelieving smile growing on his face.

“Raf?”

“Many years ago when I was still nothing more than a pup, I had been wandering by the land. I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near land. Especially not the continent. But I was young and curious and I had been able to ditch my tutors. I was swimming near a cliffside when I saw a girl drop into the water. She had stone stitched into her pockets.” he touched your face, cupping your cheek. “I cut the pockets open with my dagger and swam her back to shore.”

“You saved me?”

“Seems so.”

“You do that a lot.”

“I’m supposed to. God of the Seas and all. I protect my followers.”

“Me especially?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe the priests were right. Maybe I really do have your favor.”

“You have much more than just my favor, cor meum.”

There was that word again. He had said it numerous times but you didn’t know what it meant. Any time you tried to ask he brushed it off. Said it was just a Lemurian phrase.

He was close again, his forehead pressed to yours. “We’re missing the meteor shower.” you whispered, a last ditch effort to pull you back to something resembling propriety.

“I’ve already made my wishes.” he said, his nose bumping against yours.

“What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you, it may not come true.”

“Raf…”

“Cor meum…”

Your eyes began to drift closed. I wish…I wish…

Then were was air. Rafayel was no longer pressed against you and you tipped forward, trying to chase his presence. He stood up, hands on his hips, his back to you. Shit! You messed up. You had to have. He saw, he knew. Did you pray? You were wishing, that didn’t mean you were praying. You wanted him to come back.

“Rafayel?” you felt ridiculous with how pitiful you sounded. You wanted him back. You needed to get him back before he realized. You could fix this. You just needed to--to--you didn’t know! You just wanted him to face you.

Several long seconds that stretched like lifetimes passed. The space between you might as well have been a desert, vast and dry. Not a sign of water or hope of oasis anywhere.

He finally turned and held a hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you to your feet. “I want to show you something.” he started tugging you down the beach towards the water.

You followed, your head in a daze as you tried to figure out what was going on. What was he doing?

You began to wade into the water, his hand still tightly interlaced with yours. You were up to your chest in the waves. Rafayel turned you to him and pulled your arms around his neck. The water around the pair of you began to glow. You stared down at the light wandering what was going on.

When the light cleared away you saw the shadow of a tail where his legs had been. You looked back up and the scales on his face and his torso were back. Those webbed fins over his ears and that blue flaming glow in his eyes too. His Lemurian form was much like his god form but severely smaller.

“What are you doing?”

“I said I wanted to show you something.” he grabbed your legs and hooked them around his hips. “Now hold on tight and don’t worry about breathing. You’re with me, I won’t let you drown.”

With that he dove into the water with you clinging onto him for dear life. He was right about you not needing to breathe. Water passed in and out of your lungs as if you had gills. Outside of the pinpricks of light coming off of Rafayel there was no other light where you were going. It was nothing but surrounding darkness the deeper and deeper you went.

You panicked for a moment as memories of drowning replayed in your mind. You nails dug into his back and he held you tighter. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. We’re almost there.”

Finally he stopped. It was so dark you couldn’t see anything. “Raf?” you tested out the word. It was strange to talk while water was flowing in and out your mouth. “What are we doing down here? I don’t like it.”

“Wait for it.” he rubbed your back. “Just give it a moment.”

You waited, you weren’t sure what for. Then a jet of bright orange light erupted next to you. You shrieked, clinging onto Rafayel tighter. “What--”

Another jet of light erupted, this time on your other side. It was a bright green. All around you more and more eruptions occurred in various colors. Jets of hot light and millions of bubbles lighting the dark sea in a rainbow of colors. The cold was banished as each column of heat and light cut through the darkness.

Geysers. Underwater geysers. You had heard about them but you had never seen one before.

“Wow…” a geyser of bright pink erupted next. “What is this place?”

“I call it the Kaleidoscope but the elders call it the Burning Rainbow. There are certain minerals in the geysers that cause them to light in all these different colors. This happens about once every month, I had been thinking about showing you for a while now. I thought you may like it.”

“I love it.” another column of light, this time purple, lit your faces. You turned to Rafayel, your smile wide. “And I like Kaleidoscope better than Burning Rainbow too. It sounds prettier.”

“That’s what I keep saying.” he held you a bit tighter. “I know that the temple is close to being fully repaired. So I don’t know how long we have left so I wanted to take you now…in case you aren’t around for next month.”

You were glad you were underwater so he couldn’t tell you were crying. “Rafayel,” you fought back the sob in your throat. “I want you to know in case I don’t have the strength to say it later. But these past couple of months, this time getting to know you, it has been the best time of my life. I will treasure every second I was here for the rest of my life.”

“So will I.” The geysers began to sputter and die, their eruptions dormant until next month and you were cast back into darkness. All you could make out again was the light in Rafayel’s eyes. “I will never forget you. Not a single moment. I promise, cor meum.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”

“Another day, perhaps.” he hugged you tightly, “Let’s go home now.”

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babybatss-blog · 7 months ago

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A REUNION LIKE NO OTHER (PT2)

totk!link x f!reader, 860 words

authors note: Thanks for the love on the first part! Here is the second one which is from Links perspective, I don’t think I’ll go beyond in this story this is just a little wrap up (unless y’all have any ideas on where I should take it)

cw: none ~

summary: Link is now reunited with his wife, and ready to meet his little girl.

Once Link woke up on a foreign island with a foreign arm, his thoughts immediately flew to you. His gorgeous wife, on the border of giving birth all alone and waiting for him. He did whatever he could to return, using his expertise from being the princesses guard to his advantage to restore your family’s peace.

And now his hard work has paid off, with you standing in front of him as gorgeous as ever. “My beautiful Link” you say, caressing Link’s hair with that same caring gaze. “We’ll find Zelda, I promise. Just because she’s the princess, doesn’t mean she isn’t strong.” He knows you’re right, because you always are. You’re his rock, always calming his nerves and doubts after having the world on his shoulders.

He nods in reply, unable to get the words out as per usual. But now more than usual, because you had the baby that the two of you have wanted forever. When you told him you were pregnant the two of you were in bliss for at least a month. All you wanted was to be a mother, and all he wanted was for you to be a mother. And now, the dream has come true. “Shall we go meet our baby?” You ask, reading his mind the same as ever. You lock hands with his natural one and lead him out, ignoring the perplexed crowd still around the two of you. As you walk, he admires your face, still almost dazed by the fact you are reunited. The way your eyes twinkle and your mouth creases in a smile in the same as ever. He hopes the baby takes after you.

When the two of you arrive at the camp, it doesn’t take long for everyone to notice his appearance. That familiar yet uncomfortable whispering momentum enters with Link, eyes glued to him, and mouths covered by hands concealing their gossip. “Over here is the tower. We plan to use that for land surveying, and Purah said that she needs help from you with that. And there are the stables, Epona is getting great care by the stable hand Lester. Oh and over there…” You tug him over to the centre “Is where Navi is!” A guard stamps his weapon on the floor three times, which causes a harsh rumble. Low and behold, the bunker that Link remembers from 100 years ago opens, revealing a considerable shelter filled with people. It is unbelievable to him that all this advancement has been garnered in the couple of months he has been gone, almost subtly grateful that so many people have come together to find him and Zelda. His attention is quickly brought off this fact when he enters the bunker and sees a cot, gently rocked by a nurse and donned with a mobile he remembers you making in the first trimester.

He locks eyes with you, gaining an affirmative nod that signals its truly time to meet his baby girl. Link slowly walks forward, oddly nervous despite the fact he has been dreaming of this moment from the moment he met you. Peeking over the crib, he sees bright blue eyes blinking widely at him. His eyes swell with tears as he scoops his baby into his arms, who immediately somehow recognises him and therefore grabs his shirt in her precious little hand. Link stands there for probably ten minutes in a comfortable silence with his daughter, taking in every little breath and murmur she makes. “She looks just like you.” You say, now appearing at his shoulder and looking at Navi just as lovingly as he did. He smiles and looks down. “She does, but she has your smile.” You hum, wrapping your arms around Link from behind to enjoy your first ever family hug.

“You know… I think Navi would love to go on her first ever adventure with us.” Link’s eyebrows crease, inquisitive towards what you mean. “I know you want to find Zelda, and we won’t stop you. I’ll follow you to the end of the world Link, and so will Navi.” Now rejecting the hug Link turns around, fully facing you. Never in his wildest dreams would he think to put the two of you in danger, but he also never thought about the fact it is his responsibility to find Zelda. “We will be safe Link. I know if anything happens you will protect us, but I helped you on your journey before and I’ll do it again.” Link takes a deep breath, understanding what is at hand for the three of you. Even if he is the hero of Hyrule he knows he has you and Navi by his side, with another adventure to be had once again.

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floofyroro · 8 months ago

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With my ✨golden birthday✨ approaching, I think I’ll finally post part 1 of my Crosshair/fem!reader fic this week. 👀

I’m itching for feedback so I think this will be good motivation to polish and edit this week so that it’s ready to be uploaded by Sunday evening, CST.

Here’s a sneakpeek in the meantime.

Consider it a small taste of what’s to come. 🤫

The Herbalist

Summary: A year after rescuing Omega from Tantiss, Crosshair is still adjusting to life on Pabu. You're the island herbalist who has just returned from a year-long pilgrimage on Naboo. As you familiarize yourself with the island newcomers, you grow close with Omega, who becomes your little helper in the gardens. Somehow, you continue crossing paths with her intimidating brother and you find that you're drawn to his elusiveness. (Slight AU because Tech is alive.)

His name is called amidst the clamor of the crowd and Crosshair squints as he scans his surroundings, only to find Omega waving from a corner stall. The humidity clings to Crosshair as he parts through a throng of people and he’s lost track of how many times he has cursed the climate. The familiar training blacks he’s worn for most his life were recently confiscated by Omega, in the name of ‘relaxation.’

You need a fresh start. I think most things hold memories, whether good and bad, she had argued.

After that, their unconventional squad were given the island’s finest garments made of kelpcotton and linenfiber, courtesy of Shep. The boys knew it was all Omega’s doing as it has her fingerprints all over it. Crosshair shoves thoughts of his beloved training blacks aside when he’s met with Omega’s eager energy as she stands next to another stall.

She’s practically beaming as she holds a jar up to him. It’s seemingly filled with an organic mixture of sorts, the contents rolling to one side due to Omega’s tilted grasp on it. She then pops the lid open and a waft of earthy aroma hits Crosshair’s senses immediately.

“Do you recognize it?”

Before Crosshair can even respond to Omega’s prompt, his brother interjects.

“Our evening tea!” Tech leans in closer to sniff. “We made our last brew just last night. Excellent thinking, we’re in need of a restock.” He winks at her then, and Omega nods in resolve, snapping the lid shut.

She then motions behind the stall, bringing attention to you.

That overpowering aroma of tea hits Crosshair's senses once more. You emit an air of quiet confidence as you stand surrounded by what he surmises is your livelihood; hanging foliage, dry and fresh alike strung together, creating a cascading effect around your stall. Vitality is the word that resounds in his mind, perhaps due to the nature of the items you’re offering to sell.

And maybe due to the healthy glow of your skin.

Omega tugs at his sleeve, drawing his attention from you.

“You’ve been sleeping better at night, right?”

He pauses to consider. It’s been evident that the past two weeks have garnered the most restorative rest Crosshair is able to experience. Nightmares still plague him most nights, but considering his sleep over the past three years, the difference is night and day. He ignored Wrecker’s comment the other evening that he no longer resembles a human skeleton and that his skin has lost that dull, transparent sheen to it.

One could also blame that on the relentless sun, Crosshair had countered.

Or on the meditation! Omega had chirruped.

So, Crosshair waits for Omega to continue because surely she has some sort of agenda to share.

“Well, that’s thanks to the herbalist,” Omega finally says, pointing to you. “She’s been showing me how to take care of the island’s garden plots and greenhouses.”

A connection is made then; when Omega wants a break from training, whether that be piloting with Tech or hand-to-hand with Hunter, she’ll disappear from the household until it’s time to commune for dinner. She almost always returns with tousled hair and a thin layer of dirt coating her skin. Your name is mentioned in passing during their evening meals but Crosshair has never thought twice about you. Now he’s putting face to name and realizing that she’s been assisting you all along.

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refigiowen · 2 months ago

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Process Of Odyssey (subject to change)

Overview:

After a great calamity most of the world was swallowed by the oceans and only a few larger landmasses remain. One of these landmasses is New Ijssel, a powerful nation ruled over by an organization known as "The Guild". The Guild was responsible for developing all the technology used in New Ijssel, for example the machines that keep the waters from swallowing the country whole - The Steambreathers.

Not far from new Ijssel is the island of Gehenna, a paradise of resources and minerals. For a long time this island was one of the most important pieces of land for The Guild, until one day any and all communication with New Ijssel was cut off - to this day no one knows why. And it stayed this way for many years, until relations to the other nations began to become more strained and the idea of a war was on the horizon. And so The Guild brought together a party of prisoners to investigate the island and restore communication with the island. Should these prisoners be able to restore communication with and essentially reclaim Gehenna, their death sentence would get voided and the Guild would grant them any one thing of their desire.

After barely surviving their journey to Gehenna, the party was met with ruins and traces of a once prosperous civilization. But before they could notify the Guild about anything, the Guild cuts off any communication with the group until they find the cause - leaving them stranded. And so the prisoners wander across this barren and empty island, trying to understand what went down here and how the Guild was involved in all of this.

The group of prisoners consists of 4 members, they are as follows:

Illinca (protagonist)

A satyr woman who was thrown into jail and sentenced to death after committing a great crime. The Guild classified the details as top secret.

Illinca is described as a kind woman of few words. Despite not talking a lot to those around her, she values conversations and smalltalk. She also indulges in a drink or two from time to time. She claims to know Michikatsu, another member, well but tends to avoid him due to unknown circumstances.

Michikatsu (deuteragonist)

A middle aged man of unknown origin. He was sentenced to death after causing the death of several Guild troops by only moving his hand. He wears a black business suit and has short, messy black hair. His skin is rather pale for unknown reasons. The Guild has no idea who he is, despite wearing a suit no records of him ever working for a company exist.

Personality wise he seems to be rather sarcastic, almost like he doesn't take others that serious. Despite that, he is often made fun of by the others.

He utilizes a power known as the "Twilight". What it is exactly is unknown.

Him and Illinca share a history together and at first seem to dislike the other, but over the course of their journey their relationship quickly changes.

(Inspiration for Michikatsu, basically what he looks like lol)

Sancho (still W.I.P)

A loud, talkative young woman who was sentenced to death after massacring an entire squad of Guild troops and many civilians.

She claims to wish to return to her homeland, wherever that may be. This prisoner cannot operate without tasting blood every few hours.

Kim (still W.I.P)

Inspired by Bamboo Hatted Kim from Library Of Ruina and Limbus Company

Locations in Gehenna:

Morrowfield (Main City)

Morrowfield Plains (surrounding area)

Summer's Docks

W.I.P

Note:

I want to implement more abilities for characters, something similar to magic but a lot simplier.

This is only gonna be a Oneshot (a demo of sorts) for now until i feel like Process Of Ruin is at a point where i can put it on hold.

Also, i need to come up with a better name ASAP.

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candy8448 · 1 year ago

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I have a lot of Legend HCs piled up in my mind so i decided to organise how my version of the hero of legends goes:

Link was born to the royal family. He is the twin of Zelda (i hc her to have pastel blue tipped hair), but at this time, it is believed that Hylia only has daughters, and that any prince born is a curse and unheared of and the baby is disposed of secretly, the public never knowing of any boys born to the queens. Link's father's brother, Alphonse is a knight of Hyrule and decides to rescue this baby and raise him himself in secrecy.

While Link grows up, Alphonse raises him in castle town, taking him the the countryside every summer to help in his grandmother's (granmalon) farm. This is until he becomes nine years old.

One night, Link wakes up from a voice in his mind, telling him to come to the castle and rescue her. He sees his uncle leaving, telling him to stay in the house and under no circumstances to leave. Link follows anyway into the storm and enters through the castle sewers where he sees his dying uncle. With his last words, Uncle bestows upon link his sword, and the responsibility of saving Zelda, telling him that "Zelda is your-"

Link continues on his adventure, the rest of the events of a Link to the past taking place. Throughout, the knights are brainwashed and are hunting him down, he is no longer safe in the open and has to stay hidden. The wanted posters make almost everybody in Hyrule call for the guards when they spot him.

In the end he is able to defeat Ganon and restore the land of Hyrule and bring his uncle back.

The knights, despite being free from their brainwashing, are never fully returned to normal, having had power before they become terrible people, using their status to mistreat the people of Hyrule and make villagers not feel safe letting their children near them.

Link travels to the Palace of the Four Sword a while agter his adventure. He fights his way through till he brings back all the Four Swords together and has to fight four shadow versions of himself (though they don't exactly look like him) and he thinks nothing of it other than it being a slightly scary experience.

Link continues living with his uncle until a year later, he is now 11, he comes across the triforce which sends him to the far lands of Holodrum- or Labryna? He isn't entirely sure, traveling through the triforce like that gave him a massive concussion and he gets a massive headache when trying to piece together which came first. Either way, he finishes his adventures with the Oracle of seasons and ages, each taking about half a year to complete and sets out by boat, trying to reach home back in Hyrule.

On his small sailboat, Link finds himself in the heart of a storm, and he and his boat is struck by lightning. His body in paralysis, he cannot do anything to fight the churning water...

Link wakes up to a face in front of him, the girl with long red hair. Her name is Marin. When retrieving his sword on the beach, an owl comes up, telling him that to leave Kohilint island, he must wake up the windfish.

Link does through each dungeon, retrieving each instrument and becoming close friends with Marin. She tells him about how she wanted to be a seagull and fly away to sing for the people of faraway lands. Link promises to take her with him when he manages to leave.

When he finds out the truth, it breaks him.

He vows never to wake the windfish, he's been living here for almost a year, he is 13 and he cares for everyone on this island, and they cafe for him. It's the safest Link has felt in a long time and it he couldn't bear to destroy Kohilint, to destroy Marin.

Link tried to build a raft and sail out, taking Marin with him, but no matter how much he pedals until his hands are covered in blisters, they cannot get any further from kohilint. Marin is the one who tells him to stop trying and hurting himself, and they go back to shore.

Link lives there for another year, not completing any more dungeons, only leaving everyday to strike down any monsters, that of which seem to never run out. Until one day Marin is kidnapped by some bokoblins, and Link is made aware how putting off waking the windfish will only increase the amount of monsters until he is unable to fend them all off.

He gets the last of the instruments and heads to wake up the windfish.

Link is 14 when he wakes in the middle of the sea, he assembles himself a small raft and has a close call with dehydration and starvation before a ship comes and picks him up. The whole time he is dealing with the grief of having basically killed Marin.

When he returns back to Hyrule three years later from when he first left, he is told that his uncle had died of a sickness a year ago. He was living off borrowed time and something borrowed is something that cannot be kept.

Link desides to put down the sword and stops adventuring forever.

Link and Zelda finally find out that they are siblings and Zelda stays by Link's side, him making a secret entrance to Zelda's room as the still corrupt guards are still out for his head since he is a prince of Hyrule. Link had never liked the idea of a royal lifestyle, knowing how Zelda hated it made him never want any part of it. He would rather stay as an average nobody and one of his people, attending to his Uncle's apple orchard, it was always enough for him. Link also starts an apprenticeship with a blacksmith to take his mind off things. It's been two years since he returned to Hyrule and Link is now 16.

When making a delivery to the castle sanctuary, Link runs into Yuga, who turns a maiden into a painting and leaves Link unconcious on the floor. Link wakes up again to the sight of a guy in a purple bunny hood saying that he found and brought Link to an empty house, unaware that it was Link's own. He gives Link his braclet and urges him to talk two Zelda who redirects him to Sahasralah which kicks off Link's adventure between the worlds of Hyrule and Lorule.

After the two kingdoms are restored, Link takes another break when Ravio sudgests he goes on a holiday to a kingdom north of Hyrule, Hytopia. Link does so and arrives just when the princess Styla is cursed. He obtains an amulet which can split him into three Dopples and fights Lady Maude, which breaks the curse.

Now Link is 18, almost 19, when a purple portal opens up in front of his house and he has no choice but to walk through and see where this new adventure takes him...

(Continuation)

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volkodava · 1 year ago

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Hello my Tumblr friends! Some of you liked the idea of Postapocalypse!AU, as well as the Junpei design I drew earlier. So I pulled myself together and drew portraits for the entire main cast of characters. I must say that they here are closer to the age of P4AU. It was challenging but fun to come up with designs and backstories for them that overlapped with the originals. Although I still haven't thought through some details… But I hope you will enjoy!

FeMC/Minako/Kotone

Yes, this AU uses a female protagonist. She emerged from the Wasteland and all she knows is that she had some important mission. She is cheerful and always believes in the best. There are "XXII"-shaped scars on both sides of her head, similar to a brand. She seems to know what this is supposed to mean, but she won't tell anyone.

Status: Unknown

Yukari

The best long-range power of SEES. She lost her father due to the fault of Mitsuru's father. She was looking for Mitsuru to take revenge, but instead she found her best friend. She can often be bitchy and sometimes too straightforward, but no one heals other people’s wounds better than her. She received a scar on her face from an unsuccessfully broken bow string.

Status: Alive

Junpei

He makes bad jokes and swears a lot to hide his insecurities. Creates chaos almost everywhere it appears. He seems rude and ill-mannered, although he is a hopeless romantic at heart. But if you really make him angry, he destroys everything in his path (ask Takaya and Jin, oh no, sorry, no one will ask them anymore). Ultimately, his concern for Chidori allows him to shed his clown mask and show a different side of himself.

Status: Alive

Fuuka

A mechanic girl found by SEES in a sand labyrinth. She suffers from strabismus, but this did not stop her from completely restoring Aigis and collecting several more useful items for SEES. Has a phenomenal memory. Probably the only one who never started a conflict first.

Status: Alive

Aigis/A.I.G.I.S.

Initially, it was a cleaning robot, on which someone put a yellow wig and a ribbon. It rusted in a landfill for a long time until FeMС found it. Gradually he begins to become interested in the world around him and acquires a desire to find out what a person is and how to be one.

Status: Functioning

Mitsuru

Official leader of SEES. Several years ago, during a shelter fire, she lost her father and was injured herself. She hides the burned part of her face under her hair. She is cold and difficult to compromise, but always acts as a negotiator between gangs of raiders, trying to extract the maximum benefit. Has many useful connections in Port Island.

Status: Alive

Akihiko

Fan of fights without rules. More reasonable and less impulsive than Junpei, but if the two of them are together, then somewhere nearby there is trouble that they got into. Lost his little sister in a shelter fire and still tries to drown out those memories with alcohol. He often misses Shinjiro. Perhaps he was Mitsuru's partner a couple of times, but in the Wasteland no one cares who sleeps with whom.

Status: Alive

Shinjiro

A wandering raider that periodically joins SEES and then leaves. Akihiko's former friend. Little emotional. Lost an eye in one of the raider skirmishes. He tends to evaluate people by their usefulness to society, but in the end he admits that he was wrong too often. For some time he was dependent on Strega's help, but later this developed into enmity. Alas, this did not end well.

Status: Dead

Ken

Practically the “son of the regiment”, he was found at one of the temporary sites along with the body of his deceased mother and taken into the care of SEES. Refused to move to Port Island, choosing to stay in the shelter. Having already seen a lot of things he shouldn't have seen, he wants to become stronger to change the world. Gets close to Shinjiro, reading him as a fatherly/brotherly figure. Nevertheless, he gets very angry when he is overprotected.

Status: Alive

Koromaru

Good boy. One day he just showed up at the shelter and everyone just accepted it. He warned everyone about the attacks several times, after which he received a collar and his own bowl. A good fighter, he always follows those who go on forays into the Wasteland. Perhaps the only one who simply enjoys life.

Status: Alive

#persona 3 #persona 3 postapocalypse #minako arisato #kotone shiomi #yukari takeba #junpei iori #fuuka yamagishi #aigis #mitsuru kirijo #akihiko sanada #shinjiro aragaki #ken amada #koromaru #post apocalypse #post apocalypse au

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forgedfromlove · 4 months ago

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Folklore of Tobago: Mermaids and Fairymaids

“There be mermaids here and Leviathans, great denizens of the deep. Among the swirling currents and white-capped blue-green waters, just where the Caribbean Sea meets the Atlantic Ocean, close by St. Giles and near to Misty Marble Island, past Anse Gouleme and Anse Briant, towards Bird of Paradise Island and down the coast past Speyside to Fat Hog Bay, it is remembered from long ago that this was where the mermaids came to play.

Tobago mermaids are male and live in the deep, deep sea. They mate with the fairy maids of the rivers and the secret mountain pools. Riding upon the crests of waves, they are handsome men like kings of old or warriors of long ago, beplumed and richly garbed. They may grant a wish, transform mediocrity into genius, and confer wealth and power.

Sometimes the water people seek relationships with mortals. Some men are particularly attractive to the fairymaids, especially men with smooth skin.

The fairy maid is said to be beautiful with long, lush hair and one tiny foot in the shape of a deer’s hoof. She may use her power to “turn” a man’s head. She may steal his shadow and leave him quite demented. In which case, accompanied by friends and family and with the help of a “workman,” he must go to the river and address the water, pleading for the restoration of his lost shadow. This done, he must leave the water's edge and not look back.

Fairymaids may be found in caves behind waterfalls or beneath certain bridges where the river runs deep and swift. In days gone by, they were seen near certain waterwheels.

To discontinue a relationship with a fairy queen, an offering of two pairs of shoes must be made. The first must be burnt on the beach. The fairymaid wil then rise out of the water and ask if she is to be paid for past services. The answer must be, "nothing but this pair of shoes." The second pair must then be thrown into the waves.”

-from Folklore and Legends of Trinidad and Tobago, by Gerard A. Besson.

#trinidad and tobago #tobago #tobagonian #folklore #culture #caribbean #west indies #gerard a. besson

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eviegrmhld · 2 years ago

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I had this idea where Evie found a baby in the streets of the Isle and decided to take care of it. Decided to write it down. This is between d2 and d3, almost the beginning of d3.

It's also Jayvie centered cause I'm so soft for them <3.

Sorry for any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language. Hope you like it (if you do, let me know cause I've already written like four parts, got excited lol)

Rescued and Restored - Part One

It was finally happening. Evie's beloved program to rescue all those children from the Isle of the Lost was finally up and running. The Second Chance Program.

After the Royal Ball and Uma's escape from the Isle, there had been several months of preparation. Ben appointed Evie as the King's Counselor, and she had never felt happier in her life. Due to her lack of experience in the field, Fairy Godmother enrolled her in some courses to help Evie learn and understand all the responsibilities that came with being a counselor. It was intense weeks of studying and classes, but Evie managed to impress everyone with her efficiency and organization in this royal position. And when she finally had time to discuss her ideas with Ben, the program for the children of villains was finally ready. She was finally able to make a difference, just as she had always dreamed.

Evie was proving to herself that she was not just a pretty face, as her mother had taught her all her life.

Being the King's Counselor helped Evie financially above all else. The salary was good, and with the profits that Evie 4 Hearts was generating, she managed to make a good deal for her first property. It was a cozy house, spacious enough to live in, host her friends, and work on her designs. It was everything Evie didn't know she had dreamed of.

After all, she wasn't a girl of grand castles. She discovered her love for small and cozy cottages. At least for now.

Jay, Carlos, and Mal helped with the move. Jay practically didn't leave since Evie's first night in her own home. The girl's wardrobe was gradually being taken over by pieces of Jay's clothing. It was the time of rest that both of them needed.

While Evie had all these responsibilities, Jay had now become a coach at Auradon Elementary School when he wasn't helping the blue-haired woman with the details of the villain kids' Program. He had never connected so well with children as he did with his team. The little ones adored him and had enough energy to last the entire week.

They never thought their lives would take such different turns than expected. They never envisioned a life completely free. And now, with the opportunity to offer that to other children, they couldn't be more excited.

"We have to meet Mal at the castle in an hour," Evie said, sitting next to Jay on the kitchen island. The four VKs would be meeting this morning for a discreet visit to the Isle of the Lost. Only Ben, their parents, and Fairy Godmother knew about it. They were going to the Isle to assess the number of candidates for the new project. Evie was eager. She forked a piece of her pancakes and murmured with satisfaction as she took a bite.

"Please tell me Ben isn't going this time," Jay joked, smiling as he saw Evie laugh. "Seriously, I couldn't handle another rescue so soon. I'm still recovering from the first one."

"Mal made sure he stayed at the castle this time," Evie replied, chuckling as Jay leaned in and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and giving a gentle kiss to her collarbone. "We do need a vacation, don't we?" She reached up to caress the cheek of the dark-haired boy with one of her hands.

"Desperately," Jay murmured, still leaning against the blue-haired girl. "Let's go to Neverland, or Agrabah..." After thinking about it, he said,"You know what? Let's go to both. And maybe the beach afterward."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Evie whispered, giving him a quick peck before they both returned to their breakfast.

It didn't take long for the four friends to be on the other side of the barrier. Before they began their actual work, Mal reminded them of the task at hand. "We need to attract as little attention as possible. We're here just to observe a sample of children who might be suitable for studying in Auradon. If they recognize us, it's fine, we can be polite, but we can't stay here longer than necessary."

"What about Uma's territory?" Carlos asked anxiously. They were never 100% at ease when they were on the Isle, too many enemies, and especially because it was their second time there without finding their parents. It wasn't something they wanted to do; no one was ready for that yet.

"While we're apart, we'll stay away from the pirates' territory. We'll do our assessment there together," the girl said. "The same goes for any place near our homes, unless you're willing to find your parents."

"Definitely not," Jay said, while Evie nodded. It was too soon.

"Alright, let's get to work then. We'll meet back here in 30 minutes," Carlos concluded, and the four young people separated to observe, talk to the children on the Isle, and learn what they thought about living in Auradon and having a new life.

It was a fierce battle. Half of them couldn't care less about the "land of princes and princesses," but the other half dreamed of the opportunity to be whatever they wanted with the endless possibilities of Auradon. Evie spent the 30 minutes doing just that, and to her relief, most of the children and teenagers she spoke to were excited about the program.

However, the return to the meeting point was not as quick as Evie had expected. She walked calmly and purposefully back to the designated spot when she heard muffled crying as she passed by Enoja's Shop. The daughter of the Evil Queen abruptly stopped to give it her attention. It wasn't uncommon to hear cries on the Isle of the Lost, but this one seemed much more fragile and desperate than usual.

She looked around a few times, searching for a child huddled in a corner but found nothing. That's when she noticed something moving inside a dumpster in front of the shop. Evie's heart squeezed as she walked closer, and the crying became more audible. She looked down, and the scene immediately brought tears to the princess's eyes.

Wrapped in tattered cloth was a baby, inside a trash bag, discarded in the dumpster as if it meant nothing. Evie knew it wasn't an accident. The child was tied and wrapped enough to conceal the living being within the garbage. It was intentional.

"Oh no..." the blue-haired girl whispered, a mix of anger and sadness flooding her heart as she reached out to pick up the baby.

"Evie!" she heard a familiar voice call out, but she didn't bother to look back. Her eyes remained fixed on the baby, who cried louder than ever. "We were all at the designated spot, and you didn't come back. We got worried," Jay said, not yet seeing the child Evie was trying to untie from the trash. "Evie, what are you doing..." He trailed off as he caught sight of the same sight as the girl. Jay furrowed his brow.

"Jay, help me. There's something tied around her neck," Evie's voice was choked up, and the young man quickly approached, carefully tearing apart the dangerously tied cloth from around the baby's neck. He fell silent, stunned, as she removed the trash bag from the small being squirming in desperation. "I just found her. It's a little girl."

"Was she just thrown there?!" Jafar's son questioned indignantly. He saw Evie nod without saying a word as a solitary tear slid down her cheek. She cradled the baby in her arms and sighed, her heart breaking as Evie tried to soothe her.

"What do we do?" Evie whispered, her voice barely audible, as Jay approached and ran his hand through her blue hair. She couldn't bear to leave the little, fragile baby there after what she had witnessed, and Jay felt the same way.

"We'll take her with us," he said gently. Evie nodded without hesitation, and the two of them returned to the meeting point of their four friends. Carlos was the first to notice the bundle squirming in the arms of the daughter of the Evil Queen. Jay's nervous expression didn't go unnoticed by the platinum-haired boy.

"Who is this?" he asked, and only then did Mal notice their friends.

"We're taking her with us," Jay said. "We found her in the dumpster in front of Enoja's Shop."

"Oh my God," Mal exclaimed. "Wasn't there anyone around?" She approached to get a better look and tried to read her best friend's expression, but Evie never took her eyes off the baby. It was Jay who guided her through the streets.

"No, she was wrapped up enough to not survive until tomorrow," Jay replied angrily, and Mal and Carlos exchanged glances, shaken. Nothing more was said. The four of them returned to the car they came in. Evie managed to calm the crying child on the way. She seemed more tired than hungry. And that's when Evie looked up to meet Mal's gaze.

"Can we get a pediatrician to visit her at home?" she said, her voice sounding more fragile than Mal had ever witnessed.

"Of course, E," Mal smiled, tucking a strand of blue curls behind her friend's ear, offering some comfort. "I'll let Ben know and ask him to bring the best."

"Thank you," Evie smiled.

(...)

"Have you drunk the water I brought you?" Jay asked, taking Evie's hands as she stared at the baby lying on her bed, being examined by an excellent pediatrician and two nurses. "I'm talking to you..."

"I had a little bit," Evie finally answered, looking into the eyes of the dark-haired boy. "I'm not very thirsty." Her voice still carried anxiety, and Evie's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

"Hey, look at me," Jay called her attention once again. "She's fine, we're safe now. You can relax." He pulled her into a hug, and Evie wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist, taking a deep breath and releasing all the adrenaline that was rushing through her body, calming down a little more.

"I know," Evie affirmed. "Thank you." She smiled, expressing gratitude not only for his recent words but for Jay's calmness and support when she was on the verge of losing it. He responded with a kiss on her forehead and took Evie's glass, heading to the kitchen.

"Well, Miss Grimhilde," the pediatrician began. "We're dealing with a mild case of malnutrition. The little one has a slight fever due to that. Therefore, for the next few days, we'll continue feeding her with breast milk, along with some regulated vitamins. You can retrieve the milk from our Auradon bank, and I believe your proximity to King Ben will help with the process. We've already brought the milk for today; you just need to pick it up tomorrow." The doctor explained while Evie nodded, paying attention to every detail.

"Can we determine her age?" the blue-haired girl asked.

"With the examinations we've conducted, we estimate that she's only about three weeks old, which makes her survival a miracle," the doctor surprised Evie with her response. "And that also means that the next few days will be a bit challenging. Will you be her temporary caregiver?"

"I believe so."

"Alright, since I already have your contact information, I'll provide you with further necessary care instructions for the baby over time," the pediatrician continued, writing her prescriptions on paper. "I'll also be available if you have any doubts."

"Okay, thank you very much," Evie smiled, bidding farewell to the medical team.

Once Evie was alone with the baby, she sat beside her, getting close to the little one. Now that all the adrenaline had subsided, Evie felt a mix of fear and excitement about the idea of temporarily caring for the baby.

She would never understand how such an angelic being could be discarded in the trash.

She began tracing the small features of the sleeping little being with her fingers. The sparse brown hair she had, her rosy cheeks, her tiny, pointed nose, and her rounded chin. Evie smiled, her heart filling with a warmth she had never felt before. She gently ran her fingers over the chubby little hands of the baby, plump even for a malnourished baby. And as she touched the baby's tiny feet, the baby squirmed as if tickled.

Evie's giggle caused the little one to slowly open her eyes, wriggling. "Oh, sorry for waking you, little miss," she whispered. Evie carefully picked up the baby and cradled her, placing her head against her chest, smiling as she heard the contented sigh from the little girl.

Jay slowly opened the door to the room, only to find Evie singing a lullaby while gently rocking the baby back to sleep. He smiled, quietly closing the door, giving them more privacy.

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