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HHAHAAHHAHHAHAHHHAHAHHAH edit: i reacted to too many scenes this got so long im so 😶 EDIT EDIT: ITS SO LONG IM KIND OF SORRY EDIT EDIT EDIT IM NOT SORRY BECAUSE YOU BETRAYED ME

Daemon’s eyes widen slightly. He finds the setting oddly feminine. Had the old fool gotten him confused with Laenor? Fuck, this is going to be awful.

im laughing cos it took me so long to get what this meant. i was like ????? wait laenor was there and daemon thought that was the dude's wife??? a whole man????? his wife??? but then i realized it probably meant that the setting was so girly that daemon was like 'bro im not gay bro 😡😡😡' WHICH IS HONESTLY SO L OF HIM TALK ABOUT FRAGILE MASCULINITY COME ON DAEMON I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THAT

Shortly after he had left Melessa in the gardens earlier that morning, he had sent word requesting to speak with her father. He’d been surprised to receive an invitation to the solar less than an hour later. Now he sits opposite the portly Lord of Highgarden, not bothering to mask his disgust at the unsightly residue left behind in his moustache as he takes a large bite from a Tyroshi honey finger.

OH he's actually lord highgarden HAHAHHAA i thought when daemon was like my highgarden rose he was being mega poetic HAHAHAHH but i mean still pretty poetic. like 5pts ig. ALSO THE MUSTACH SLANDER yuCKY MUSTACHE GO BOOM

“It can and it will.” Daemon leans forward, his hand curling around his wine cup. All trace of humour leaves his face. “When my brother dies, my niece will become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She will make me her Hand. That is a powerful ally for Highgarden to have, I think you’ll agree.”

🙄🙄🙄😒😒😒😒🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 will you tho? [side eye]

The older man fidgets in his seat. The irritating nervous throat clearing has returned, although he is no longer eating any of the food upon the table. Daemon thinks it would be agreeable for him to be kept in a perpetual state of fear, a means to stop his overeating. He chuckles drily to himself, not caring to share the joke.

😭😭😭😭💀💀💀💀 HES SO FOUL BRUHHH LET HIM EAT SHUT THE FUCK UP ITS A COPING METHOD

Moryn sighs. “Lord Hightower is the King’s Hand. He says that His Highness is in no fit state to be making decisions regarding succession. Prince Aemond is a good match for Melessa - he is well-educated and he rides the largest dragon in all of Westeros.”

Daemon’s eyes narrow, his tone becoming icy. “That treasonous prick Otto will find himself fed to my dragon once Rhaenyra is crowned. As will you if you do not strongly reconsider.”

you mad cos he got you there esp with that dragon thing HAHHAAHAHAHAH

“The day after tomorrow is when the original betrothal announcement was to be made, yes? That is when we will have the wedding.”

girl what

Moryn bows his head, clearly beaten. “As you wish. Let us make the necessary arrangements.”

????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? FOLDED SO FAST???????????? WHAT IN THE SPINELESS I HATE MEN MEN (EXTREMELY DEROGATOTY)

[...] He is so pleased by this that he is prepared to ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him that he is rushing this simply so he doesn’t have time to change his mind.

❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ CHANGE WHO MIND? YOU MIND? OR YOUR NEW PRIZE'S PAPA? ME SO UNSURE

Daemon confines himself to his chambers for the rest of the day. Tempted as he is to seek out his new wife-to-be and share in their happy news, he knows that Moryn is likely having a conversation with Otto that he would do well to keep out of. Being seen with her would serve only to exacerbate tensions. He longs to put the King’s Hand in his place, but that is a side of him that Melessa has yet to see. He has no desire to frighten her away before they’ve even exchanged vows.

OK BUT HE'S SO FUSSED ABOUT OTTO HAHAHHAHA I WILL NEVER LET MY DELULU OTTO X DAEMON SIDE PLOT DIE HAHAHAHHA LOLOLOL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

He cannot scare her off before they get to the wedding night. His thoughts drift to how it will finally feel to touch her as he longs to, to kiss her as he wants to, to fuck her as he pleases. The idea of being the first man to undress her, to be inside of her, to spill within her cunny… It’s enough to push him to the brink of spending in his breeches like a green boy. If nothing else, that alone makes all of this worth it. Political alliances be damned - he will pluck his rose so no one else may have her, defile those soft little petals so that they are only his.

Otto clenches his jaw, exhaling heavily through his nose. “You will live to regret your rashness.”

listen to your boo im suddenly shared for you anD IT RHYMES COS ITS REAL

With a withering sigh, Otto turns back towards the Red Keep. He halts after a few steps, calling back over his shoulder. “Marry her if you must. However, I’d suggest you seek out an alternative location - the Queen will not allow for your nuptials to take place in the capital.”

the sigh is giving 'but i loved you first' HASaslasfl 😢😢😢😢 extremely delusional? i think not

His strides are more purposeful, his face hardened by anger. He longs to go after Otto, to run him through with Dark Sister. In his youth, perhaps he would have. However, he is aware that there are larger things at stake than his wounded pride.

awww my evil meow meow has sense?

“If it is her that you truly want, Uncle, then return with her to Dragonstone and marry her there. It will take a day by boat for Melessa and her family. If they were to leave within the hour, then they’d make it in time for you to marry her tomorrow, just as you wanted.”

i cant believe you couldnt think of this shit by yourself daemon. im so fucking disappointed by your man-ness. honestly rhaenyra you were too good for him anyway look at him clinging onto you n your words of help cos he cant help himself. no fuck all of yall why cant rhaenyra be the uncontested heir? fuck all of yall

“Can I count on my niece’s presence?” he asks with a wry smile.

“On dragonback, Laenor, the children and I can be on Dragonstone in less than half a day,” she says softly. “I am reluctant to leave Father, but I suppose you will need someone there for your wedding.”

women 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😣😣😣😣💗💗💗💗💗💗🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

“Thank you, Rhaenyra. You have no idea what that means to me.”

you dont even know what that means to you dafaq

[...]Laenor’s seafaring history means he will be able to aid with securing a boat within the Blackwater Rush to provide safe passage. Finally, the pillow biter has a useful purpose.

sTOOOPPPPPP I WILL NOT STAND FOR LAENOR SLANDER

He explains to her the urgency of the situation and what needs to happen next. She listens wide-eyed with excitement and offers no protest, sweet little thing that she is. He leaves her with a soft kiss to her hairline and the promise that they will be reunited soon. For now, he must speak to her father.

GIRL I WONDER WHAT KIND OF PHEREMONES DAEMON EMMIT FOR HER TO BE SO SMITTEN WITH HIM SO QUICKLY I MEAN GIRLIE RECIEVED ONE FUCKING BOQUET OF FLOWERS AND WAS LIKE OK WE SHOULD GET MARRIED [SAD SOBBING] i mean i guess that makes perfect sense cos she felt like shit over aemond at at least daemon actually likes her also the time period BUT FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKK PRESS F TO PAY RESPECT FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF GIRLIE IMMA GETCHU OUT OF THERE HOLD ON [BUSTS INTO THE SCREEN AND PULLS HER AWAY]

Moryn will be harder to persuade. However, the greater problem, Daemon fears, will be getting the bulk of his weight from the Red Keep to the boat in time for when it departs.

Predictably, he is resistant at first - but when Daemon points out that the Tyrells have likely worn out their welcome in the capital, having broken off Melessa’s betrothal to Aemond, Moryn is much more agreeable.

again a spineless rat

The wind whips around him as Caraxes glides in to land on the jagged rocks that make up the island. Daemon is taken aback by how much colder it is here than back in the capital. He wonders how Melessa will fare living here. Highgarden and King’s Landing proffer much balmier climes - there is every chance his delicate rose will wilt in the winds that batter the jagged cliff faces here.

[EYE ROLL] IDK I CANT HELP BUT BE SO SARDONIC OVER HIM HELLO [BANGS ON HIS HEAD] YOU COULD KEEP HER WARM DAFAQ WERENT YOU ON ABOUT FUCKING HER N SHIT?????? YOURE SO FUCKING STUPID YOU CAN GIVE HER COATS??? MAKE HER A FIRE?????????? YOU INEPT INSECT FUCKING DIPSHIT MORON

His doubts begin to grow as he sets about making preparations for the wedding that is to take place tomorrow. It is too short notice for the castle’s kitchen to order in supplies for the feast - they will simply have to make do with what is already on hand, though with the meagre attendance that this celebration is to have that certainly won’t pose a problem. He cannot shake the feeling that he is not giving Melessa the wedding that she deserves, nor the husband.

yucky imposter boy syndrome whERES THE AUDACITY WHERES THE GRIT YOU THINK I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU YOU PATHETIC MONGREL

With the aid of his niece and her husband, the castle is bustling with activity as servants work to prepare the sleeping quarters for the arrival of the Tyrells, while the kitchen staff work in earnest to ensure enough food is cooked. He pushes his doubts away, allowing himself a moment of optimism. He will have his pretty bride, and she will have a Targaryen prince. There has never been a fairer exchange than this one.

OK good

[...] Lucky for her, she need never sail anywhere again after this, not now she is his.

WHIPLASH IS REAL COS IM REALLY GIDDY COS YEAH AS HE SHOULD MY MURDEROUS CUPCAKE WHY DIDNT SHE GO WITH HIM ON CARAXES ANYWAY 😖😖😖😖 HELL YEAH I SHOULD ALWAYS BE WITH MY DRAGON BOO PURR SLAY LOVE THAT FOR US HAHAHAHAHA

He gives her hands a soft squeeze, before ushering her forward. “Come, let us get you settled. The hours pass swiftly and there is much to do before we are husband and wife.”

NAHHHH REMEMBER WHEN I SAID SHE FOLDED SO QUICK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT I MEANT TO SAY IS THAT SHE WAS SO VALID FOR THAT COS SAME WHEN HE SAID HUSBAND AND WIFE IDK MY SMILE AND MY HEART KINDA JUST LIKE OK DADDY YOU KNOW OK UNCLE DADDY KILLER EGOTISTICAL PSYCHO YASS AND SLAY

The turnout is poor. Servants outnumber actual wedding guests, though Rhaenyra, Laenor, Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey stand to the right and Melessa’s parents to the left. Daemon is almost too ashamed to look at any of them. She absolutely deserves better than this, yet she is looking at him as though she has never been happier. [...]

OK FINE I GUESS I CAN KIND OF FOR A FRACTION FEEL FOR YOUR DAEMON JUST A BIT

[...] At least now she has something to keep her warm until he is able to heat her skin with his own later.

LIKE I WAS SAYING DAFAQ

“Husband,” she whispers up at him as they leave the Hall hand in hand. Her look of pure adoration is enough to make him feel as though his cock will slice clean through his breeches from the speed in which it rises to attention. “Wife,” he murmurs back, fingertips grazing her delicate jaw.

AskFJGHA:sFHAHSFLHHLHL;HhlhlHLGHL;AGBSDF;LKHGASFLHASFLAS HE LITERALLY RUINED THIS SCENE BY MAKING IT HORNY FUCK YOU

[...] Daemon sends a silent thanks to the gods that it’s her mother that Melessa takes after.

;ASHF;AHFHASFHHAHHAHAHH MUSTACHE BALD MELESSA AHAHHAHH

[...] A flash of her wet pink tongue has him stifling a groan. [...]

HES SO FUCKING HORNY I KNOW THE ENTIRE PLOT IS BASICALLY HIM BEING HORNY BUT COME ON PLEASE ok well ig thats on me what did i expect from him come one hannah [slaps self] man i hate the word h*rny

Unlike at the dining table, Melessa’s eyes seem to want to look anywhere but at him. The poor thing is nervous, he can see that from how she shakes.

yeah and she's so valid for that. if only she knew how vile his thoughts were shed jump off a cliff (and then i can promptly resume her dut-)

“Sweet flower. It is not what I am going to do to you; it is what we are going to do together. You will feel pleasure if you allow me to do as I please. Will you allow me?”

ok. bare minimum. asking for consent. making it enjoyable for her. slay but bare minimum slay but i kith daemon

“Good girl.”

[nervous chuckle] and so it begins

He kisses her then. It is not the chaste kiss shared at the altar. His mouth moves against hers, claiming her lips as his own and she lets him. She gasps as his tongue sweeps against her own and he tangles his fingers into her silky hair, holding her in place as he feels her body relax into his. Finally, she is succumbing.

YEAH I WOULD FOLD SO FAST TOO

[...] The open back leaves her creamy white flesh totally exposed and Daemon cannot stop himself from reaching out and trailing his fingertips down the curve of her spine. [...]

Daemon knows the moment his erection is free he will not be able to resist the urge to bury it inside of her, to make her irrevocably his. It is better to keep the barrier between them, to allow her what she needs to be ready for him. It is going to hurt her, there is no escaping that, but he will do all he can to ensure it doesn’t hurt as much as it could.

He laughs softly. “You aren’t going to piss yourself. You’re going to come, and you’ll like how it feels.”

HELP ME OASDLHFASH HAHAHAHA

“It won’t at first,” he admits. “But I’ll make it fit.”

“I love you.” His eyes snap to hers. She means it. Shit. What the fuck has he just done?

EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME

HELLO

DAFAQ DID YOU JUST SAY

Perzys se Rūkla (Fire and Flowers) - Chapter Three

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x original female character (Melessa Tyrell) Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity. Word count: ~6.1k

Chapter summary: Daemon leaves King's Landing as quickly as he has arrived. A wedding takes place. Series summary here.

Endless thanks and all the love to my absolute ride or die @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for cheerleading, beta'ing and just generally being the bestest fandom boo a gal could have.

Daemon surveys the spread of tarts, lemon cakes and tea with a sneer.

“I hadn’t realised your wife would be joining us,” Daemon says stiffly, seating himself across from Moryn in the solar.

“She won’t be, Your Grace,” Moryn replies, his eyebrows pinching together in confusion.

Daemon’s eyes widen slightly. He finds the setting oddly feminine. Had the old fool gotten him confused with Laenor? Fuck, this is going to be awful.

“Just call me Daemon. I’m not as jumped up my own arse as the rest of my family.”

The older man shifts uncomfortably in his seat and clears his throat, obviously not used to such vulgarity.

“Tea?” Moryn offers, the serving girl rounding the table to fill his cup in complement to his words.

“No.” Daemon snatches up the jug of wine from the middle of the table, pouring himself a cup.

“So,” Moryn begins around a mouthful of pastry, raising his teacup to his lips. “What was it you wanted to see me about?”

Daemon fixes Moryn with a steady gaze. “Your daughter. I’m going to marry her.”

Moryn splutters around his tea, sending the cup clattering back into its saucer. “Melessa?” The colour in his cheeks has blanched.

“Unless you’ve another stashed away somewhere?” Daemon reclines back in his chair with a smirk.

“She is betrothed to your nephew! That cannot simply be undone.”

“But Prince Aegon is-”

“A drunken, useless cunt,” Daemon spits, cutting Moryn off. “My brother named Rhaenyra as his heir. That has not changed.”

Daemon’s eyes narrow, his tone becoming icy. “That treasonous prick Otto will find himself fed to my dragon once Rhaenyra is crowned. As will you if you do not strongly reconsider.”

Blinking rapidly, Moryn appears to concede. “What would you have me do?”

“The day after tomorrow is when the original betrothal announcement was to be made, yes? That is when we will have the wedding.”

The elderly man balks at the suggestion, his mouth hanging agape for a moment before he speaks. “That is too soon! Aemond and Melessa were to have a year-long courtship.”

“A year-long courtship that your daughter does not want,” Daemon states bluntly. “She has expressed a desire to marry me. I see no reason to wait.”

Moryn bows his head, clearly beaten. “As you wish. Let us make the necessary arrangements.”

As Daemon strides from the solar, a smug sense of satisfaction emanates from every pore of his body. For once, he has been granted something he wants. He is so pleased by this that he is prepared to ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him that he is rushing this simply so he doesn’t have time to change his mind.

He finds himself fisting his cock to the thought of her once again. Gods, this is becoming pathetic. At least there is comfort to be found in the fact that he will not have long to wait until she becomes the vessel for his carnal appetite.

Just as Daemon suspected, he does not have long to wait to lock horns with the King's Hand. Otto seeks out Daemon the next day as he is preparing to head to the gardens, hoping for a chance to see Melessa again. He has thought of nothing but her since parting ways with her oaf of a father yesterday.

“Are you really so pig-headed that you’d break off your own nephew’s betrothal to sate your lust?” Otto demands, not bothering with pleasantries. Daemon grins at the informality of it.

“Good morning to you, too,” Daemon states with airy indifference.

“This is treason, Daemon! I will not allow it!” Otto retorts coolly, though the anger that bubbles beneath the surface is more than apparent.

“You think that because my brother lays rotting at your mercy that you have the right to decide anything? Your plans to get Highgarden on side are as flimsy and obvious as your attempts to usurp Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne. You will do well to remember who will be named Hand once Viserys passes.”

“Viserys is in no fit state-”

“You will not speak of my brother to me,” Daemon interrupts with enormous irritation. “You have not earned the right. Lord Tyrell has agreed to wed his daughter to me. You will find another match for Aemond easily enough. I’m sure you must be positively overwhelmed by the number of high born ladies all desperate to marry a one-eyed prince.”

Otto clenches his jaw, exhaling heavily through his nose. “You will live to regret your rashness.”

“And you will live to regret your insolence, unless you walk away. Now,” Daemon says darkly, his hand coming to rest upon the pommel of Dark Sister.

You mean you will not allow it, you cunt. Daemon glares at Otto’s retreating form before continuing on towards the gardens.

He feels his heart rate slow and his mood grow lighter as he thinks of Melessa’s clear blue eyes, the scent of almond oil and rosewater, the grin that is just for him. He knows that seeing her will calm him, so he is at first disappointed when he arrives at the gardens to find her usual bench unoccupied. This quickly escalates to anger.

Emitting a growl of frustration, he settles himself upon the bench, bowing his head and rubbing his temples. It is his first time at ‘home’ in fifteen years and the last few days have been more stressful than all of his time away combined. He is sick of needless politicking, tired of family quarrels, disgusted by the Hightower influence that now permeates every crevice of the Red Keep.

He has made a promise to marry Melessa tomorrow and now faces the humiliation of having to disappoint her. Perhaps it is for the best. She is too delicate for the likes of him. Dragons trample flowers underfoot - they do not nurture them.

“I believe congratulations are in order, Uncle.”

Daemon lifts his gaze to the welcome sight of Rhaenyra, his shoulders relaxing as she approaches and seats herself next to him.

“Not if your father’s Hand has anything to do with it,” Daemon mutters, looking out across the gardens.

Rhaenyra shoots him an amused sideways glance. “You couldn’t possibly expect to take Aemond’s betrothed for yourself and marry her here in the city?”

Daemon says nothing. Truthfully, he hadn’t given much thought to anything beyond having Melessa to himself, and the more he considers his oversight of the finer details the more embarrassed he feels. It is not a feeling that sits right with him.

She scoffs. “That is so typical of you: storming in, causing a scene and not thinking about how it affects anyone besides yourself.”

“I get the distinct impression you’re no longer talking about just Melessa.” He raises his eyebrows, turning to her.

Hurt flashes across Rhaenyra’s face, her voice rising an octave. “Why her?”

“You mean why not you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Rhaenyra, you were a child,” Daemon says gently. “I spared you.”

She laughs bitterly. “Yes, because the life I’ve led since you left has been just wonderful.”

“And you think mine is any better?”

“I know little of it!”

Daemon takes Rhaenyra’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You have three wonderful sons. Does their father not make you happy?”

The implication goes unspoken, though it is clear he is referring to Harwin Strong and not Laenor Velaryon.

“He does,” she admits with a soft smile.

“Then don’t begrudge me for wanting what you have.”

Rhaenyra sighs, regarding Daemon carefully before she speaks.

Daemon considers this for a moment, his eyes lighting up. This is perfect. A final ‘fuck you’ to that Hightower imbecile, his whore of a daughter and her idiotic children.

“Can I count on my niece’s presence?” he asks with a wry smile.

“Thank you, Rhaenyra. You have no idea what that means to me.”

They remain seated together, hand in hand, for a few moments longer. Daemon has never felt more grateful for his niece than he does at this moment. As much as he hates to admit it, this is not the first time she has saved him from his own folly. It is unlikely it will be the last.

Rhaenyra and Daemon part ways in the garden. Rhaenyra in agreement that she will ready Laenor and her boys to set off for Dragonstone and aid in wedding preparations. Daemon needs to ensure that Melessa and the rest of the Tyrells currently residing within the Red Keep are ready to leave by boat within the hour. Laenor’s seafaring history means he will be able to aid with securing a boat within the Blackwater Rush to provide safe passage. Finally, the pillow biter has a useful purpose.

Daemon knocks at Melessa’s chamber door. It is answered by a flustered handmaiden, and the room is abuzz with activity. Melessa stands in the middle of the room atop a small stool, a gaggle of women crowd around her pinning, sewing and layering white lace fabric.

“You aren’t supposed to be here!” the handmaiden says exasperatedly. Not quite the welcome he’d hoped for, but he has more pressing matters to attend to than this lowly woman’s over-inflated sense of self worth.

“I need to speak with my betrothed,” he says simply.

At the sound of his voice, Melessa turns her head, earning a tut from a fraught looking older woman attempting to pin together a shoulder of the gown.

“Daemon!” she gasps. “You mustn’t see me before I’m ready!”

His eyes travel appreciatively over the cut of the half-finished gown. It is form-fitting and backless, typical of the style in Highgarden, and far more revealing than the modest and rather frumpy dress sense of the ladies of the capital. His excitement at seeing the finished result is almost as great as his excitement to see her out of it entirely. Almost.

“Forgive me, petal,” he says apologetically, though not actually sorry at all. “There has been a change in plans.”

Moryn will be harder to persuade. However, the greater problem, Daemon fears, will be getting the bulk of his weight from the Red Keep to the boat in time for when it departs.

Having made the final preparations, Daemon finds himself readying to leave King’s Landing once more. It has only been a few days, yet he feels he has had more than his fill of this wretched place. He mounts the great, red beast that is Caraxes, preparing for the half-day’s flight back to the place that actually feels like home: Dragonstone.

Daemon’s mind settles with the arrival of Rhaenyra and Laenor along with their children and respective dragons. Harwin, not being a dragonrider, is notably absent. It is odd, though not unpleasant, for Dragonstone to suddenly have so much noise and life within it.

Melessa, along with her father and mother, arrive by boat the following morning. She looks sea-sick. It strikes Daemon that this was potentially her first time ever travelling on a boat, and for her maiden voyage she’d sailed non-stop through the night. The poor thing must feel wretched. Lucky for her, she need never sail anywhere again after this, not now she is his.

He looks softly down upon her, taking her hands into his as she disembarks. Her queasy expression is enough to make him laugh, but he bites it back for her sake.

“I trust you had a safe journey, petal?” he asks, ignoring the admonishing look from Moryn at his choice of pet name for his daughter.

“Mm...yes,” Melessa responds, her voice weak.

He gives her hands a soft squeeze, before ushering her forward. “Come, let us get you settled. The hours pass swiftly and there is much to do before we are husband and wife.”

Daemon does not see Melessa again for the rest of the day. She is swept off towards her chambers to be readied for the ceremony, while he returns to his to do the same.

It strikes him as he looks upon the bed that in a few short hours will have Melessa atop it. The thought excites him. It has been a long time since he has indulged in untouched flesh. He can almost picture the pained expression on her sweet little face the first time he pushes inside. The hours may pass swiftly, but not fucking swiftly enough.

It is early evening as Daemon and Melessa stand in front of the Septon in the Hall of Dragonstone. Daemon has always imagined a traditional Valyrian rite with dragon glass and exchanges of blood if he were to ever remarry after his first wife Rhea. He resents having to go through another ceremony under the Seven. However, Melessa is not of Valyrian descent and he has had to agree to this to even get her here in the first place.

She looks radiant, a vision of beauty in form fitting white lace, decorated with elegant hand-sewn roses. He can tell from the gooseflesh that prickles across her bare arms and shoulders that she is chilled to the bone. Dragonstone is absolutely going to be an adjustment for her.

Sad as he is to cover such a lovely ensemble, he is also glad to drape the cloak around her shoulders as they chant “I am yours and you are mine.” At least now she has something to keep her warm until he is able to heat her skin with his own later.

The hours may pass swiftly, but not fucking swiftly enough.

When they kiss it is as though he has forgotten how to breathe. He’d known her lips were soft - a quick glance at those rosy red lips was enough to see that - but it could never have prepared him for how they actually feel. They are tender and plump against his own, yet unyielding. It feels like it has ended no sooner than it began. For the sake of propriety they are forced to keep things chaste.

Finally, she is his.

“Wife,” he murmurs back, fingertips grazing her delicate jaw.

Mercifully, they are spared the indignity of a wedding dance, though the meal that follows is tense and awkward. With only six adults and three children to occupy the table, it is a far cosier affair than Daemon would have liked and conversation does not flow freely. Rhaenyra and Laenor, to their credit, do more than their fair share of the talking, though it is clear that having to marry his only daughter to the Rogue Prince is still very much a bone of contention for Moryn. His wife is far more gracious, commenting on how much of a privilege it is to sup with the heir to the Iron Throne. Daemon sends a silent thanks to the gods that it’s her mother that Melessa takes after.

He is enamoured with her. Her eyes do not seem to move from him at all. She gazes up at him like he has hung the very stars in the sky for her and it makes his chest swell with pride. Feeding her morsels from his own fork, he is captivated by the way her lips move against the prongs. A flash of her wet pink tongue has him stifling a groan. She has kept the wedding cloak wrapped firmly around her. Despite the fireplace having been lit, it does little to keep the chill from the room, especially when it is so sparsely populated.

Daemon longs to retire to their marital chambers, to unravel her from her layers like a gift. After having felt the softness of her lips against his, he is aching to find out if she feels that way everywhere, to feel the heat of his flesh pressed against hers.

The hours may pass swiftly, but not fucking swiftly enough.

At last, the wedding feast draws to a close and Daemon finds himself alone with Melessa, fighting the urge to leap upon her and stake his claim like a wild animal. He must show restraint, be gentle with her, convince her this is something she wants to do over and over again.

Unlike at the dining table, Melessa’s eyes seem to want to look anywhere but at him. The poor thing is nervous, he can see that from how she shakes.

“You are trembling, petal,” he says softly, taking her hands in his. He steps closer, carefully, a predator stalking its prey. “Are you frightened of me?”

“No,” he murmurs. “Not-not of you, but… of what you are going to - do to me. Will it - will it hurt?”

Daemon chuckles, releasing her hand to gently grip her jaw between his thumb and forefinger.

“Sweet flower. It is not what I am going to do to you; it is what we are going to do together. You will feel pleasure if you allow me to do as I please. Will you allow me?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He pulls away, drawing in a steadying breath as he takes in her kiss-swollen lips and dilated pupils. She is perfect. His stones ache at the very sight of her.

“Has anyone ever kissed you like that before, petal?”

“I have never been kissed at all,” she whispers.

Gods, she is going to be the death of him. He inhales sharply through his nose, pushing the cloak from her shoulders and letting it pool to the floor.

“Undress.” His lust filled state gives his voice an edge, and the command is delivered with more sharpness than he intended. He caresses her cheek as her skin flushes with fear and embarrassment. “Trust me, little flower, I will take good care of you.”

“I-I will need you to help me.” Her voice trembles and her cheeks are almost scarlet.

She turns, brushing her long flaxen hair off of her back and over her shoulder to reveal the open back of the dress. It is held together by two fastenings at the back of her neck and lacing at the waist band of the skirt. The open back leaves her creamy white flesh totally exposed and Daemon cannot stop himself from reaching out and trailing his fingertips down the curve of her spine. She shivers beneath his touch and he cannot help the smirk that tugs at the corners of his mouth.

If she shakes at the mere touch of her back, imagine how she will react when I touch between her legs.

He carefully unclasps and unlaces her gown. As it falls away from her body, he turns, allowing her to step out of it as he begins to remove his doublet and undershirt.

The sensation that shoots straight to the tip of his cock as he returns his gaze to her leaves him sure he has just spilled his seed in his breeches. She is completely naked. He feels like he has forgotten to breathe as he drinks in the sight of her. She is small and slight; her breasts are petite, barely a handful with peaks that are the same ruddy shade as her lips. His eyes follow the natural curve of her waist and hips, lingering upon the delicate thatch of blonde curls that sits upon her mound.

“Where are your smallclothes, petal?” he asks, struggling to hold himself back as he battles to regulate his breathing. He is utterly bewildered and delighted in equal measure.

“I...uh… the cut of my wedding gown did not allow for small clothes. I was going to have them specially tailored, but there wasn’t time.”

The flush of her shame has now spread to her chest, a light dusting of pink blooming beneath her collarbones. Daemon now has another reason to be glad of the haste of their nuptials. A most fortunate turn of events indeed. He notices that her eyes linger on the marred flesh of his bare torso, a parting gift from a flaming arrow that punctured his neck during the battle of the Stepstones.

He cocks his head, watching her carefully as she takes him in. “Do my scars bother you?”

His words appear to snap her out of her reverie. She gives him an apologetic look, shaking her head fervently. “N-no… I just… may I touch them? Your scars, I mean.”

Daemon is taken aback by her request. He had expected her to be repulsed. His little flower is full of surprises.

“You may.”

Her small, delicate hand reaches forward with trepidation. He cannot help but smile at the care with which she touches him as her fingertips trace gently over the ruined flesh.

“I am sorry that that happened to you,” she says softly.

He is touched by her sentiment, capturing her hand in his and pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

“Lay on the bed for me,” he says huskily, not wishing to dwell on the past any longer than he has to.

He lets go of her hand and she turns, climbing onto the bedspread before laying back on the pillows. He crawls on after her, bestowing another searing kiss upon her lips. She responds in kind, matching his passion. She is a fast learner.

She eyes him curiously as they part. “Will you keep your trousers on?”

“Eager to see my cock, little flower?” he smirks down at her.

“N-no! I mean… yes… but - I am naked and you are not...”

“Yes, you are naked,” he muses, trailing a hand down her side. “I need to prepare you, and that is easier for me to accomplish if I keep these on - for now.”

“I was right,” he muses, his hand giving her breast a gentle squeeze before his thumb rubs against her hardened peak. “You are soft everywhere. A proper little Highgarden rose that is ready for plucking.”

She gasps as he bows his head, laving the flat of his tongue over her breast and sucking on it. Her back arches, and the dulcet sounds that spill from her mouth indicate that she is enjoying this every bit as much as he is. He releases her with a wet pop, shifting his attention to the other. She is mewling by this point, writhing beneath him like a common whore. He wonders if she could peak from this alone, but he is too eager to taste her cunt to find out.

He shifts down the bed, stopping once his face is level with where her thighs meet. He grips her knees, spreading her legs. She is every bit the perfect little bud he’d envisioned; soft, neat and utterly untouched. The sight of the wetness that has gathered between her velvety folds causes him to groan and he runs his tongue through the length of it.

Melessa lets out a shocked yelp, attempting to push him away. “You cannot do that, it is dirty!”

He smirks, his eyes flitting up to meet hers. “Oh little flower, you have yet to learn what dirty truly is.”

He probes and prods with the tip of his tongue until he finds the pearl that is situated at the apex of her sex. She squeals as he circles it slowly and he has to hold her down by her hips to get her to keep still. She cants desperately against his face, greedy little thing that she is, and he indulges her, sucking messily at her. The noises that fill the room are obscene.

His index finger rests against her entrance. He is to be the first to ever breach her and he longs to savour the moment, but with the way his cock presses painfully against the mattress he knows he will spend before he’s even gotten to fuck her if he does not hurry things along. He pushes inside up to the knuckle, lips parting at how warm and tight she feels around his digit. He fears he may split her in two if he dares to add a second.

Melessa claws desperately at the bedsheets, eyes screwed shut as he crooks his finger, locating the spongy spot deep within her and dragging against it as he allows his tongue to focus its attention on her swollen bud. As her inner walls clench and more wetness seeps from her, he takes the opportunity for his middle finger to join his pointer inside of her. It is a snug fit and he scissors both fingers, an attempt to loosen her for what is to come.

Daemon knows he needs to get her to peak at least once if she is to be relaxed enough to take his cock for the first time. Using both fingers to bully at her, he laps at her cunny with renewed vigour. Melessa wails piteously.

“I-I’m going to piss myself!”sShe cries out.

He balks at the sudden vulgarity. Has she never peaked before?

He raises his head, taking in her panicked expression. “Have you ever touched yourself as I am touching you right now, petal?”

She shakes her head against the pillows. “Never. It is a sin.”

He laughs softly. “You aren’t going to piss yourself. You’re going to come, and you’ll like how it feels.”

He continues to work at her with his mouth and fingers until the clenching of her walls turns to fluttering contractions. The desperate cry that Melessa lets out is like music to Daemon’s ears. He laps greedily at the viscosity that floods out of her until she jerks away, too sensitive to take any more.

He moves back up the bed, chin still coated with her slick and kisses her deeply. If she is shocked by the taste of herself, she does not show it. The poor thing looks utterly dazed, as though he has fucked every coherent thought from her mind with his tongue and fingers.

“I think you are ready now,” he coos to her, working open the lacings of his trousers and pushing them down.

He takes his cock in his hand. Looking at her, he sees fear in her eyes.

“That’s never going to fit,” she whispers.

“It won’t at first,” he admits. “But I’ll make it fit.”

Daemon knows he has to act swiftly, when she is still pliable from the aftermath of her climax. If he allows time for fear to set in, she will tense up and it will be unpleasant for both of them.

He presses the head against her opening, pushing forward. Tears pool at the corners of her eyes and she whimpers in pain. Despite how he has worked to prepare her, she still feels like a vice around him and he’s not even halfway in.

He runs a soothing hand down her side, looking down at her pained expression with sympathy. “You aren’t going to like this, petal, but it will hurt less than if I go slowly.”

Thrusting forward with full force, he sheaths himself fully inside of her. She cries out in agony, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she sobs from the pain of the intrusion and the tearing of her maidenhead. Daemon shushes her with soft kisses to her hairline, gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

“It is done now, little flower. The worst part is over.”

She is his. He has done it. She is finally his. He is the first to have her, and will be the only one to have her.

The grip she has on him is so tight he can feel her nails digging crescent moon shapes into his skin. Once she has calmed and her tears turned to sniffles, Daemon allows himself to move. She is so hot, so tight around him that he doesn’t realise he has been holding his breath until he needs to suck in a lungful of air to steady himself. The familiar scent of almond oil and rosewater fills his nostrils as he breathes her in.

His thrusts are slow to start with, dragging his shaft in and out of her at a laggard pace to allow her to adjust to the sensation. Once he feels her grip loosen on him, he senses she is relaxed enough for him to increase the pace.

The movements of his hips speed up and the noises Melessa makes begin to sound less pained and more like she is allowing herself to enjoy the experience. She is enough to drive him to total ruin as she lays beneath him - golden hair spread out across the pillows, eyes wet with tears, cheeks ruddy, and soft, pillowy lips parted in the sounds of pleasure she makes.

“Gods… you are perfect, molded to my cock, mine,” he utters through gritted teeth.

He will not last long. He would have liked to have brought her to peak once more, but he is past the point of no return. She stares up at him with the look of adoration from earlier, the one that places him at the very centre of her world, and he is done for.

“Fuck!” he growls, throwing his head back.

White hot pleasure licks at her lower back, his stones tighten and he falls over the precipice, spilling inside of her as his hips still. His attention lingers on the mixture of blood and his seed that leaks from her as he pulls out with a hiss and collapses next to her.

Eagerly, she seeks him out, laying her head on his chest, doe-eyed and soft. He wraps an arm around her.

“I love you.”

His eyes snap to hers. She means it. Shit.

What the fuck has he just done?

#THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH IS TOO REAL #WTHAT THE EOFUCK #daemon smut #daemon i hope you the worst #WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT #HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME #HELLO???????

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Return of the Dragon King pt 1: Prison Break

[A non-sexual high fantasy GT/vore story with both hard/fatal+ other fantasy violence and safe/soft]

This story is a prose adaptation of an RP between @vixen525 and I. It takes place in one of her worlds and features mostly her characters.

Summary/Pitch: Separated from Sophia by the evil (and illegitimate) Prince Nero, Yonah must rescue his princess from Nero's devious clutches. With a collection of quirky fantasy characters as allies, Yonah aims to bring an end to Nero's reign and return the rightful heir to the throne.

But before that, he must escape from one of Nero’s prisons.

Story General Warnings: Return of the Dragon King overall will contain hard/fatal vore (in an intense fantasy violence style) along with soft/safe (the good stuff). Themes of abuse and torture as well. (There may be one instance of soft fatal that if I ever get that far I’ll warn for that specifically but it’s so far off from this it may never get written down)

Chapter Specific Warnings: This chapter contains all the story general warnings. This is NOT the chapter with soft/fatal. It’s hard only. It very much treads the line between hard vore and just standard fantasy violence. This part contains a very brief mention of attempted (and failed) sexual assault.

Onto the story:

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For the 20th night in a row Yonah was replaying the moment in his mind, and like the 19 times before, this time was slightly worse than before.

It started with merriment, feasting, dancing, joking. Then transitioned to screaming, to blood, to Sophia being dragged away and him unable to stop it. And finally ended with waking up here, on a hard stone floor, in a room with no windows, with cold metal around his ankles and a chain attached to a back corner. With a terrible pounding in his head and an indescribable weight upon his core.

While he wondered why it had happened. Why this diplomatic mission to another world had been under false pretenses, however it wasn’t really worth dwelling on. He wasn't going to get answers here. All that he knew was he had failed. He had failed to protect Sophia. His charge. His friend. His princess. She was taken and he had let it happen!

After his 5th day in the prison cell he had given up trying to escape. Whatever that pressure was, pushing on his core, it stopped his magic. He had woken up without his robe, staff, and hat. For a normal wizard that would be a problem, but Yonah HaEsh was half FireWitch in addition to half giant. He had his own natural magic! Surely he could melt the cuffs and bars.

Nope. He could see the air shimmer with heat around his hands. He was generating magic, but it seemed to be… negated as soon as he tried to release it. All it succeeded in doing was make him tired. And hungry.

He was so hungry. The prison guards were giving him just enough food and water to stay alive for reasons that were beyond him. So he spent most of his time laying on the floor. Conserving his energy. For what purpose? For what event? None at all. He just hoped. And cried. Or at least tried to. His tears had long since dried up.

The screech of the prison bars sliding open grated upon his ears and he drew a harsh breath but did not give the guards the satisfaction of interacting with him. He had tried to rush at them a few times, just to have a little fun. But the chains weren’t long enough to let him reach the bars. All his antics got him was humiliation.

“Oy! Halfbreed Thing, you’re in luck,” came the voice of a nameless guard, “the warden decided to give you a treat tonight!”

Yonah didn’t respond. It was clearly sarcasm.

“He also said if you don’t eat up, you get nothing for a week!” And the door was closed again.

He still did not look. He had decided he wasn’t going to even touch what they had assumedly given him. It was probably poisoned, or drugged. Or both. He drew another breath.

That smell.

He finally looked. His heart racing. They wouldn’t… would they?

Standing with her back against the bars was a young woman with straight black hair, wearing a similar tattered outfit as himself. She must have been cold, and scared, but she was not shaking. Instead she stared right into his eyes. The fear in them was evident.

Now that his ears were no longer ringing he could hear her breathing. She was trying to calm down.

Apparently she succeeded. As she talked first.

"So... I guess they put you in here because you use magic too?" her voice was weak, and her accent thick upon his ears but he understood her well enough.

Yonah did not respond right away. Carefully he sat up, leaning against the back wall where his chains were connected, rattling them as they piled up.

“Well they certainly didn’t throw you in here so you could be my pet.” he snorted steam with his words, happy he could still do that much, and pleased him to see her concern at this display. So perhaps he could have some fun, even as her scent started to permeate his cell, leading his thoughts in another direction.

“No…” she answered, not moving any closer. “I doubt they’ve been feeding you well. I suspect they threw me in here in hope that you’d eat me.”

Yeah no shit. Had she heard the guard? Or was she too scared to listen. He had listened, even if he pretended otherwise.

“Being tossed a person to eat. How barbaric. Do they think I am some sort of feral animal?” His voice was hoarse with dehydration, and conflict. For he was considering eating her. Yonah HaEsh, despite being half giant, was not above eating smallfolk, if necessary. And she certainly smelled…delectable.

She shook her head “Many giants wouldn't hesitate if hungry enough… They may be normally polite to smaller folk but when half starved? All bets are off”

Yonah nodded, “I suppose so… Though I am only half giant.” He couldn't do more than suppose, as he did not know anything about giants of this world, though he remembered seeing one at Prince Nero’s castle. A little less than twice as tall as his own mother, and his mother was over 40ft tall! What he did know was that giants in his world would be tempted just like him, and while they were also normally polite… ish… their own survival was more important than the life of someone they did not know.

So why was he holding back? Well for one thing, she was out of reach. For another… He did not like the idea of being fed a person, it was insulting. The idea was nearly offensive enough to scare his hunger away. Nearly.

“Why you?” he hissed. Trying to chase away the remaining offensive thoughts. The mental images of grabbing her, sinking his fangs into her soft tasty flesh, and using his jaws and hands to rip her apart. The thoughts of how delicious it would be to finally satiate his hunger properly for the first time in weeks.

It took her a long minute to answer “I… keep escaping. I got out the door this time, nearly made it to the outer wall.”

“Ohhhh, curious” he breathed out, glad his ‘treat’ turned out to be interesting enough to distract his thoughts with. “You do not look like an escape artist. Or are you of hidden talents?”

She shook her head “The magic they use to… nullify the magic of others… doesn’t work on me. And my own magic doesnt like that im captive and kept… helping me escape”

Ohhhhh fascinating. He did not say out loud this time. “Sounds like you are a handful. Though perhaps you are rather, a mouthful. Or two in my case.” he smiled with all his fangs.

She swallowed nervously “Y-yes”

“Why don’t they just kill you? Are you important?”

She shook her head again “They are waiting for the execution order. That’s… why I’m here.”

“What do you mean by that?”

She took a breath. “If another prisoner kills me… they don’t lose their capital funding for executing a prisoner without the proper paperwork…”

“That’s where I come in” and he snarled “I don’t like being used as a tool. And I don't really want to eat you”

She nodded “That’s… good”

“But I am hungry.”

“Oh…”

“Why are you in this prison?”

She looked away. “I… killed someone. With magic.”

More fascinating by the second. “Why, would you do that.”

It was an obvious struggle for her to answer “It wasn’t… it wasn’t intentional. He pinned me up against a wall and started tearing off my clothes. My magic just... reacted. The next thing I knew he was dead”

Yonah snorted again “Should have been intentional!”

“I haven't had any formal training! My magic just happens!”

“Shame” he sighed. “Do you know why I am here?” he asked, changing the subject.

“You’re… a mage. A rogue one. Like I am.”

That was new to him, “A rogue mage?”

“Practicing magic is highly regulated, don’t you know?”

“No.” Yonah saw that made her very confused “I am not of this world”

She seemed to accept this easily. This world seemed to be more comfortable with the idea of other worlds than his own, which had only started to make contact with new realities. He had also decided she didnt need to know his story yet. For he had not made up his mind on keeping her alive, or eating her. If he ate her, then it would have been a waste of breath to tell his own tale of woe.

He tugged on his chains to pile them up and keep them from getting tangled. And for the next few minutes he occupied himself with this task.

“They stop-”

Yonah looked at her so fast his neck cricked. She started again.

“They stopped using shackles on me because the chains kept breaking. Perhaps I could” she took a single step forward, and seeing that Yonah did not react, took another. “I’m sure you would appreciate more freedom of movement.” She took another step.

“Well not all of us are so damn talented now are we?!” he growled. She took two steps back.

“Im trying to help you! Maybe I can figure out how to get it to work on you too!”

“A self proclaimed untrained mage!” he spat “and why would you help a monster like me?”

For as much as he wanted to be civil, he was also a monster. And as much as he tried to fight the temptation to be monstrous, he did not know if he could succeed.

“It wasn’t being a monster that got you in trouble! It was magic.”

She sounded very sure of that.

Yonah snorted “That is your own assumption”, and turned around to lay his head on the chains, facing the corner.

After a few minutes he heard her soft footsteps, and he craned his neck to look. She had gotten a lot closer than he expected and was reaching for his chains. She was clearly in the mood to help him. Unfortunately he was in a mood to play with his would be treat instead, and he did not have any confidence that she could help, so why not have fun.

“Are you sure that’s wise little morsel?” he sighed with a fanged smile.

Amazingly she did not back up but touched chains by his ankles.

“No. But sooner or later they will get the execution order signed. So my odds of survival are shit. But they are better if I free you.”

Yonah made his eyes glow with what fire he had left “Are they better? You said you were untrained.”

She looked embarrassed, “I’m hoping I can practice on these chains of yours. My magic does disable the nullification. We can work together to get out.”

“Untested magic is dangerous” yonah growled “Maybe I should just eat you!” he snapped his teeth.

Still she did not leave. Instead she stood up and glared at him “So what? I die and you survive another week until the next council meeting and your execution is approved?”

Yonah narrowed his eyes “Maybe I dont care about that anymore.” but he does not move either. “You dont know why im truly here. Maybe I deserve this!”

His fiery eyes still on hers, she retaliated “I dont care if you do! I need to get free, and I cant on my own. You want to be free to dont you? If I can use my magic, I can break these chains, disable the anti-magic on this room, save us both!”

Yonah rolled his eyes, losing their staring contest. He did not stop her from continuing her investigations of the chains. But his mind wandered, until he exclaimed.

“Maybe you’re a plant! Instead of using me to kill you, you’re here to kill me!” he jerked the chains away from her.

“I’m unarmed!” she insisted and scrambled forwards to maintain contact with the metal.

“You said they cannot chain you, that their anti-magic shit doesnt work on you, so yours does work, and it’s killed someone before!” He knew that this new panic was not helping him in the slightest, and yet he did not care.

“Most of my magic isn’t working! I just somehow break chains and disable the magic nullification! I don’t know how it works or how to activate it! But the fact I can means they want me dead so they stop having to catch me! And magic isn’t allowed and I definitely don’t have the indicator that I have special permission, those are super obvious.”

Yonah blinked “Could be lies! You could be spitting lies! Permission to use magic. How ridiculous”

“Everyone knows that the few legal mages have face tattoos to make them obvious”

Yonah breathed steam again and finally she backed away from the painful heat. “I dont! I don’t know anything about this world! You could say anything and I wouldn’t know if it was truth or lies!”

“Oh… right” she looked at her feet “You aren't from this world. That must suck as much as my own problems with my memory…”

She rambled a little more about how she was definitely a prisoner, it was obvious from her malnutrition, and that despite not being able to be kept in chains she had marks on her wrists and ankles from the failed attempts.

But Yonah was not listening anymore. Once again he turned away and was trying to cry himself to sleep.

So she took the opportunity to touch the chains near his ankles again.

“Careful now!” he hissed without looking at her. “You don’t want to get burned” Hearing her yelp as she touched the chains, which he had put his mind to pumping his fire into. Maybe he couldn’t melt them, but he could make them painful to touch.

He heard her curse, and then the chains rustled again as she grit her teeth and grasped the half giant sized links, whining in pain and holding back tears. 3 seconds were all she could manage before she had to stumble back, sitting on the ground and blowing on her burnt hands.

Yonah sat up and looked at the chains. He did not let his face show any surprise as he found rust and cracks that had not been there before.

“Wow. It didnt work. Big fucking surprise, some help you were, but I guess you were telling the truth about being being put here for me to eat.” he lay back down. “Maybe I’ll do that in the morning.”

Suddenly the pain in her hands was not as important as what the half giant had said.

“It started to work! But I couldnt hold on long enough!” she wailed, “I tried! I really tried, to help you’re sorry ass!”

“And you FAILED” he snorted back.

“Only temporarily!” she insisted

“And look where it got me. Nowhere. I’m going to sleep”

“If the chains were just a little cooler! Then maybe-”

“I told you to be careful. You have only yourself to blame for your failures and your injuries” he stated, fully aware it was his fault. And that he was sabotaging himself. And yet he couldn't stop himself.

“I was trying to help you. You don’t have to be so rude. We are stuck in the same situation and I am trying to make a difference.”

“I dont have to be polite either. Now you’re the one being rude, keeping me awake”

She crossed her arms in defiance of her own fear “You’re kind of an asshole. I thought maybe we could work together to escape but apparently you’d rather stay and be executed.” She stood up, glancing at her hands, “Guess I’ll just try to figure out how to disable the nullification and escape without you if you really are that opposed to working together.” She turned and walked back to the cell bars before sitting down again.

Yonah looked away, no longer amused by her company, for he was too tired, and too hungry, too angry. Mostly at himself for heating up the chains.

Of course, he couldn't sleep, even though he wanted to do so. After about 10 minutes he glanced at the human, who was making hand motions at the bars. He could just barely feel the sparks of magic failing to become embers at her will.

That got boring really quickly, and he noticed that, unlike earlier, she was shivering. Not with fear…

“You’re wasting your time, little one”

She gasped and jumped from her sitting position, nearly toppling over. He was not asleep like she had assumed. And now he was staring at her with those glowing eyes again, full of fire and hunger.

“I am not giving up” she yawned and shook even worse, “I have no desire to be executed, not by the prince, and not by you!”

Yonah’s eyes dimmed with compassion, “You can try again in the morning. You keep this up and you’re going to freeze to death”

To his surprise she snarled at him, “What do you care!? You obviously arent worried about execution, and I dont have much else to do at the moment!”

Yonah rolled his eyes “Do you want a warm place to sleep or not? I’m only offering once. Can’t imagine you’ve had a warm bed in a while”

“I- what?” she paused, processing what he said, “Warmth… sounds wonderful… But you talked about eating me in the morning!” so she did not step near him.

“I said maybe. So you don't have to worry about it until then” He considers for a moment “I’m still making up my mind. I dont want to be used as an execution method, but I am starving. However” he yawned, his fangs looking larger than before, “I promise not to eat you tonight, and I am very warm if you want to sleep in my arms.”

“This room is absolutely freezing…” she admitted, “But I dont like the idea of you waking up before me to have a snack!”

She still looked hesitant so he added “Tiddles won’t be able to bring anything with you still visibly uneaten”

Now her fear was replaced almost entirely with confusion “Tiddles?”

“One of the little guards who did this to us. Sneaks me food most nights. If he comes tonight, I promise that I will let you try again, in the morning, to break the chains, before I resume considering whether or not to eat you. How does that sound?”

“How… likely is this Tiddles to show up?”

“He appears most nights, but not the last, and he never skips more than one night in a row.”

“How about you promise to let me try again, regardless of if Tiddles shows up!” she was not about to take such a chance.

Yonah scrunched up his face “Fine.”

“Alright, that’s much better.” she took a step towards him again “It means you have to let me go, and you wont think about eating me until after I get to genuinely try to free us”

“If you’re not tucked out of sight soon, I dont get fed, and I’ll have have a much harder time not thinking about it” he threatened “Tiddles can’t claim he thought I ate you if you’re standing alive at the front of the cage!”

A few more steps, she was almost within reach… “Fine… I guess… I just want to try a couple more times, it will be quick”

His patience waring thin he made his eyes flash “but I want to sleep, and to get fed”

“It will only take a moment!” she stopped just out of reach.

“Tiddles often manages to get me an entire barrel of crap! I’ll be willing to share” his mind now on the food, he couldnt think of much else.

“Im starting to figure it out though”

Why was she so insistent! This was not the time! “You’re tired, and cold, and hungry. You try any more magic and you’ll just pass out.”

He had gotten to his knees but he deflated a bit, lowering down into a position not unlike a crouching dragon “So I offer one more time than I said I would. A warm place to sleep. A proper meal. Or you refuse, and I get angrier, I get hungrier, and you stay cold and my only option for dinner”

She hesitated and finally sighs, “You are probably right... I just got so close to escaping today... I was gonna use a wind spell to blast open all the doors when one of them tackled me...” She took the step forward that got her within reach, and Yonah slowly reached around her, stopping her rambles. “But maybe after a rest I’ll have better success”

Having held back long enough, yonah scooped her up and returned to his corner to curl around his new teddy bear, thin and cold as it was. In contrast, his own embrace is soft, pillow-like even. And warm. So very very warm. She tensed in his grip for only a moment before calming down and closing her eyes with a deep sigh.

“By the way, I didnt introduce myself. My name is Savina”

Not resisting the urge, Yonah nuzzled her with his face, his normally neatly trimed facial hair overgrown and tangled and in need of a wash. He was drinking in her scent, even if he was resisting getting a taste, “I didn’t introduce myself either. Now shut up or I’ll put your head in my mouth to shut you up. I hear Tiddles”

As he was facing the back wall, it appeared as if he was alone in his cell, as the footsteps got closer, along with scraping noise and soon, a jingling of keys. Unlike earlier, the screech of the door opening was not so bad, knowing what it meant.

“You awake big guy? Damn this thing is so heavy… I managed to get a lot of scraps so it’s not mostly water this time! Probably tastes just as bad as all the rest, worse since I couldn’t sneak any salt in... but better than nothing right?”

The only response Tiddles got was a slight movement of Yonah’s head. His bushy mane of unkempt black hair shifting. Then two orange lights appeared. The giant's eyes locked on him with anticipation and hatred.

The guard, Tiddles, who couldn't have been older than 20, dragged a barrel within reach of Yonah, though the prisoner did not make any move.

“The others were laughing earlier about how you got a decent meal tonight… but I dont see any plate. Not surprised it was a lie. Im sorry again that this is not seasoned. But…” He left and returned before Yonah could investigate the food. Holding a large sack, the smell coming from which made yonah take a very intense breath.

“I did bring these… They were going to be used to torture other prisoners. Tested them on me. Just one bite and I thought my tongue would burn up in my own mouth, I drank so much water I thought I would throw up. But maybe it’s not as intense for giants!”

Through his dehydration Yonah started to drool, the spicy smell of the hot peppers filling his half FireWitch brain.

The display of hunger caused Tiddles to freeze up a moment “Um… I’ll take that as a yes to these. Great Goddess they make my eyes water!” he set the sack down and went to the other back corner where an empty barrel was on it’s side.

“I’ll take this one, yes?” Tiddles didn’t wait for an answer but said “you’re… not as talkative tonight. Usually you threaten-joke about eating me along with the slop. You alright?”

As soon as Tiddles had moved away from the full Barrel and sack of peppers, Yonah Sat up and scooted over with one hand. Revealing the reason he was not talking. Savina was tucked into his elbow, having fallen asleep.

Tiddles seemed briefly transfixed by the woman. If yonah had to describe the expression the closest would be reverence. Before cringing away.

“That’s what they meant by a good meal!?” He shook off his surprise “what a load of dragon crap. You’re not some feral animal”

Yonah didnt respond to this continued attempt to bond with him as he dragged the barrel back to his corner and stuck his finger in, building up his fire to warm up the cold scraps and water. Tiddles made no more small talk and left him to his pitiful “meal”.

Once the contents of the barrel started to steam, Yonah nudged Savina awake. She was not happy about that.

“I was actually sleeping well, what the fuck”

Yonah set her on his lap, the barrel in front of them both. “If you dont eat some of this now, I’ll eat all of it. You wont get a single drop, but if you eat now, you wont make a dent in it noticeable to me”

She nodded, understanding, and put her hands into the barrel. Yelping in pain as the hot slop made contact with her burnt hands.

Grumbling about how she was an idiot, yonah rummaged around in his chain pile for a flat piece of metal. It was a band from a previous barrel that he had broken. That was the only time he had gotten an earful from Tiddles about how if he continued to do that, Tiddles wouldnt be able to sneak him more food. He was able, with some effort, to heat it, pinch it, and bite it into a sort of ladle, which he used to scoop up the scrap soup and hold it to Savina who was very grateful.

Even with his encouragement she ate very little. Yonah had no idea how long she’d been here, but it was likely longer than himself, and it was very probable that her stomach had shrunken, so he eventually gave into his own hunger and stopped trying to get her to eat more and let her slump against his middle and fall back to sleep.

But before he ate any of it he took the peppers out of the sack and crushed them into the prison soup. It took all his self control not to just eat the peppers straight up. So he rewarded himself by licking the juice from his fingers.

He would have downed the contents of the barrel like a shot but resisted as it would have wasted all his patience preparing it for better taste. And even if it was literal scraps in unsalted water, hunger was the best seasoning. And the peppers, made this the best thing he’d tasted in the time since he woke up in this cell.

It made it much easier to not think about eating the woman in his lap as he too lay down to fall asleep.

---

He woke first, and during the hours of the night his stomach had become rather empty again. Though he kept his promise and resisted thinking about eating her. He did not, however, resist tasting her; he never made a promise involving tasting.

“NO!” she yelped and sputtered as he licked her face like a very large dog waking up it’s owner, clearly convinced he was going to eat her, panicking.

He stopped licking her, But he was not listening to her protests. The moment she yelled the world felt lighter. He felt… no, no time to dwell. He tossed Savina aside and focused on generating a lot of fire into his ankle cuffs. It wasnt enough to melt them, but it was enough to make them soft. Soft enough that he could pull and stretch them and get free.

And then the feeling was gone. Back to that soul crushing feeling that had been ever present, as if it was never gone.

“What did you DO?” he snarled as he rubbed his freed ankles, which were red and raw from the previously tight metal cuffs.

Savina got up, looking frazzled with one side of her hair sticking up and out at odd angles due to half-giant spit. “What I was trying to do last night! Hey!”

Yonah crawled to her and picked her up, putting his face close to hers to demand, rather loudly “Do it AGAIN”

Defiantly she took his gaze and his rank breath “I wish I could! Like I said before, and like you just saw, I can’t do this on purpose! It just happens!”

In a rage his eyes flash and he bares his teeth “Fucking useless!”. His urge to throw her against the wall lost out to his being touch starved and instead he sat back down to hold her just a little too tight.

He did not fail to notice that a small hint of the relief of pressure occurred when she gasped at his moment of rage.

“So. Did that count as your morning try? Should I start considering whether or not to eat you again?”

She stiffened in his grasp “that wasn’t intentional! But doesn’t it prove what I was saying, that I am too useful to consider eating, that with practice I can succeed?”

“I already got my legs free. I can reach the bars now. Reckon i can try smashing them… and if I eat you i may have the strength to do it” he huffed. With a small amount of food and a night’s sleep, what he had was the energy to be a massive dickhead again. “So you would be helping me.”

“Those bars are heavily reinforced with the prison magic! They’ve kept giants bigger than you in this prison!”

“I’d still like to try, so you’re lucky I want company more than a proper meal right now,” he chuckled against her. She was so skinny she wouldn't even be a proper meal, maybe half of one.

“Please let me try again later to disable the nullification. Then we can both get out and get decent food” she sounded both desperate and angry.

“I know exactly what I’m eating if I get out” his eyes flashed again and he licked his lips.

Savina shuddered but did not sound disgusted when she said “i think i have an idea of what… or who… that might be”

“So, are you going to try again or what?” Yonah was getting impatient.

“Will you be ready to break down the bars when the magic reinforcement is gone?” she asked.

Yonah backed up against the wall, bracing himself so he could charge. If she succeeded.

Savina went to the front of the cell, grasped the bars and closed her eyes, muttering. Occasionally she let go and made hand gestures.

Nothing.

Maybe she needed encouragement. Yonah growled at her. Low and threatening. Savina stiffened and he felt the pressure lift, very slightly, very briefly.

“Get on with it!” he hissed.

“I’m trying!” she shot back, walking to the center of the cell, it didnt seem to matter where she was.

Then she screamed, her whole body hitting the ground as suddenly Yonah was on top of her, having pinned her under a hand. He snarled in her face “Maybe I should just eat you then! At least my last meal will be a tasty one!”

This succeeded in having the desired effect. Whatever the nullification was, it lifted. However he could feel it coming back.

“NO! I’m trying, give me one more chance, I know I can do it!”

He was not listening to her. He had confirmed his theory. Without hesitation he took her left arm in his jaws. She started crying and screaming, Pushing at his face to pull away. “Stop Stop! You’re hurting me!” Her voice was shrill.

/That’s the idea/ he thought.

With a sickening CRUNCH and a shriek, it was Yonah’s turn to be thrown, against the wall.

Not that he cared. Not one bit.

The magical nullification was gone.

From the entire prison. With no signs of coming back.

Keeping his promise not to eat her, and extending that promise to any part of her, Yonah crawled over to Savina and opened his jaws to release the nearly severed arm, along with at least a gallon of bloody drool. Savina just sobbed. Hmmm she could bleed out. That would also be counter to his promise, in spirit, if not in word. He rubbed a thumb and finger together until they were red hot and pressed the tip of the finger to her shoulder.

The scent of burning flesh filled the air as he cauterized her wound. But there were more important things to take care of now.

Fueled by adrenaline, hunger, and literal fire in his veins, yonah gripped his prison bars, making them red hot. In a few moments he wrenched them apart and he was out. He barely noticed the flash of light behind him as he stepped out of his cage.

The alarms hadn't even started ringing by the time he ran into the first unfortunate guard.

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It was the alarm bells that brought Savina back to earth. She sat up, and blanched as a sticky arm rolled off her chest and into her lap. She was still covered in blood but the wound had sealed. For all her lost memory she did recall something very important. She should keep her arm. Holding it kept her from trying to touch her shoulder. She had never experienced anything so painful in her life-

No… wait. She had experienced something more painful… Now her head throbbed too! Nevermind any of this! She had to find the half giant mage, he was her ticket out. Even with the magic nullification gone, she wouldn’t get far drained of her own magic and severely injured.

It wasn’t hard to find him. All she had to do was follow the trail of carnage and busted cell doors.

The first guard she found had no head, and a chunk of a shoulder missing. Blood pooled on the ground from the massive bite. Hmmmm. He had a nice sword. Putting her arm down momentarily, She took the sword and a belt to sheath it. It was a bit tricky to get the belt off the person and onto herself but she managed. Before she took her arm off the ground and continued on, not caring to avoid stepping in the blood. .

More dead guards lined the halls as she progressed. Most of them were missing their heads, some of them burned to a crisp. But many were only missing their limbs, or had a bite taken out of the side. Some of those were still living. One in particular had been bitten from the hips down, their guts spilling out onto the floor. She decided not to use her sword to put them out of their misery. Her excuse being that it would be too much effort to put her arm down every time.

Finally she caught up to the large mage. He was in one of the storage rooms where the more dangerous items confiscated from mages were kept. He was ransacking it, shoveling items into something, but finished as she entered and stood up, putting a hat on his head. If he wasn’t so large and didn’t have such a distinct physique, she might not have recognized him.

Dressed in a stunning outfit of mostly blues and golds, with a massive wide brimmed pointed hat to match, his hair now shining and tied back in a segmented pony tail, standing up to his full height and holding a majestic wooden staff, the once brutish creature from the cell was looking more like a person. Except for the fire in his eyes and blood and viscera hanging from his jaws.

With misplaced confidence she walked right up to Yonah and holding the shoulder end of the severed arm she swung to smack him in the ankle. He had on boots now and she wasnt sure he felt that until he looked down at her.

“You FUCKING ASSHOLE!” She bellowed “You TORE my arm off! Why would you do that?!”

He looked at her angry and quizzically “The anti-magic field is gone. It worked.”

She did not back away from his gaze, since he was not currently trying to eat her she figured he wasn’t going to. Clearly he had not hesitated with the guards. She waved the arm around in frustration "you didnt have to BITE IT OFF"

Yonah crouched down to snarl “Clearly I did. You weren’t in enough… danger to disable the field. I’m rather clever you know.” Without asking he scooped her up to hold her up to his face with a cheeky, blood stained grin, “After you told the story of your assault, I started to put the pieces together. Mortal peril seems to do the trick nicely”

“I still dont think you needed TO BITE MY ARM OFF,” she repeated.

Once again she used the severed arm to slap him, now in the face.

He blinked in a kind of shock and then bared his teeth “I think you’ve lost your arm privileges”

His first instinct was to get the wrist between his teeth and gulp the arm down. But… he still felt like he should keep his promise. And now that his belly was half filled with chunks of prison guard he could think clearer.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU BASTARD!”

Savina shrieked as the giant man pinched her arm, the severed arm, plucking it from her weak grasp. His eyes flashed and it was lit up like a match.

Lost for words she watched as her arm burned into ash before her very eyes, the giant man grinning once again.

Now she was shaking with rage “I COULD HAVE RE-ATTACHED THAT”

His grin became a scowl “How in this reality was I supposed to know that?”

“Weren't you listening, you didnt even need to bite it off in the first place! My magic was starting to work!”

He talked as he placed her onto his shoulder, securing her to the harness he had found with his belongings.

“Didn’t I? We dont know that. Guess we will have to experiment later” he smiled wickedly, marching out of the room “But right now, I’m still hungry and there’s still more guards left alive.”

As he said this a guard rushed around the corner with a crossbow and fired. Yonah, having heard the footsteps just jerked his staff and the bolt exploded. He snatched up the guard, put the poor fucker’s head in his mouth and bit down, while pulling the body away. The sound was similar to when he’d bitten her arm, and blood spurted from the neck onto his face, and Savina’s entire person.

Yonah swallowed the head and tossed the body aside “I can’t eat them all at my size even if I only eat pieces. I can burn them, or crush them” he explained as yet another guard appeared which he simply squashed by slamming his staff down upon, “but I think we need some help. The human prisoners do not seem so eager to get back at their tormentors as I had thought.”

“They are running away from you. If you weren’t on a massacre they would probably be taking the advantage to riot and get revenge.”

“So we need more monsters.”

As he continued through the prison he broke every occupied cell, letting the prisoners run, and killing every guard with an intense savagery. But the most horrific thing, in Savina’s opinion, was when he picked up whole and alive guards and tossed them into his hat.

Eventually he broke into a cell and the prisoner inside did not immediately cower or run, but stood up, eyes reflecting in the darkness. A tall pale man with dark hair smiled with sharp fangs.

“That’s a vampire!” Savina informed him. The vampire bowed.

“A very blood starved vampire, and I could smell the flood coming from the other side of the prison, yet I was too weak to break myself free once I felt the magic nullification just, go away. Was that you?” he stared at Savina, not Yonah.

Savina gingerly touched the raw, burned flesh of her shoulder and looked very annoyed, “Yes. it was me.”

“I’m going to feast now, as I see you have been doing, mysteriously small giant”

“Don’t fill up on the ones I’ve killed, take out the ones still alive” Yonah instructed.

“Wise words,” said the vampire, “though I will take a little of this one, just to gain back my strength.”

Before leaving yonah sniffed at the vampire. Then reached up into his hat and pulled out a fancy, though sadly wrinkled and dirtied, suit. And tossed it at the vampire.

“Smells like you”

The vampire stood up from taking a drink of blood from the guard who Yonah had decided to merely kick against a wall.

“My clothes! You are a gentleman monster!” And with a snap of his fingers swapped out his prison outfit for his old one. “I feel more like myself already!”

Done with the small talk, Yonah moved on. It was time to get out of this place, with hopefully minimal distractions. He would still make a snack, a charred corpse, or a bloody pulp out of any guard he came across.

But it was only a few cells later that again, the prisoner did not immediately scream or flee. Yonah could sense a very eerie magical aura from her, she was pale like the vampire but he suspected she was not one. She smiled at him like the vampire but her teeth were flat.

“My dear emancipator, did you come across a spider necklace during your rampage? I would very much like to have it back.”

That was odd enough that Yonah decided not to ignore it and instead reach into his hat. He did not recall a spider necklace so he could only think the words. An object indeed fell into his hand. Which he tossed to the woman who squealed like a giddy teenager as she caught it.

Putting it on she rubbed the shining black thorax of the obsidian spider inlaid on the silver medallion.

That eerie aura from before increased 100 fold, followed by the chittering, skittering, buzzing of millions of tiny legs and wings. Unlike Yonah’s cell, this woman’s had a window. And through it marched or flew an unimaginable number of insects and arachnids.

Yonah took a step back. But the plaque of bugs was swarming into the prison from every window, every crevice, every crack in the wall, every broken pipe.

“My children will clean out this place” she giggled, though it was closer to a witch’s cackle.

Yonah backed away from her. Deciding that it was now time to leave this wretched place, confident the bugs could take care of the rest. It was by her merciful magic that the bugs avoided him entirely, and seemed to be able to scramble away from his footsteps even as he started down the corridor.

Ah, another guard, coming out of a nearby door, a good distraction from the creepy crawlies. He rushed and shoved the guard up to their torso into his mouth and got ready to bite down. As the ribs started to crack between his teeth the taste of this guard matched up to a familiar smell.

Releasing his jaws he held a gasping, screaming Tiddles.

“If you dont want that one, my babies will happily take him!” The bug witch called from behind him.

Ignoring the creepy aura yonah wheeled around snarling “He’s MINE” and he secured the flailing young man to his shoulder.

“Suit yourself” said the witch, “but he seems to not like you very much, and I am not overly fond of him myself”

Tiddles was indeed trying to free himself, earning him a swift flick to the head. “Probably hurts with those broken ribs to struggle like that, little one. I will keep you safe.”

Without another word Yonah turned back. Enough of this. He pointed his staff at the wall and blasted a hole through, stepping outside. Still in the walled compound he did not take a fresh breath of freedom just yet. He ran for the walls.

Arrows and crossbow bolts rained down at him. Fine. It was time for some big magic. Yonah stopped and took his staff, raising it into the air he found in it the perfect spell. He swirled it around and chanted. The morning sky, which was clear, crackled, and a swirling storm cloud gathered overhead.

The guards on the ramparts screamed as bolts of lightning struck them, leaving Yonah free to take down a section of wall and flee into the forested mountains.

It was after he had been half running half jogging for 15 minutes that he stopped and sat down against a cool boulder shaded by the trees. Or rather he nearly collapsed. One big gorey feast after weeks of starvation would not immediately restore him. That would take time. He had been running on the reserves of his magic, adrenaline, and a bloodlust.

The moment he closed his eyes to rest however, he felt Tiddles renew his struggling.

“Why do you keep this up” Yonah mumbled, not looking at Tiddles, but feeling him freeze.

“I dont want to die!” the young man squeaked. “I saw you eat the other guards!”

“Well then aren’t you in luck that I filled up on them? I had enough to be satisfied for a while.”

That did not calm Tiddles down any more, the struggling was back “You kept me as leftovers!” he shrieked.

“Naw” Yonah said and reached into his hat to draw out an intact, but dead, guard, “I already did that.”

He felt Tiddles faint at that declaration. This did not bring Yonah any joy, as Tiddles’ terror had done before. Being so full Yonah just returned the corpse to the pocket space that was his wizard hat.

“So, where to now?” Savina said after five minutes “We need to get going, surely someone will try to follow! There is more than one shift of guards and they will be looking for all the escaped prisoners, especially you, who was responsible!”

“I think the bug witch will make sure no one does” yonah said, though it was more likely that at least one idiot would manage to slip away. “But I am tired, We need to find a cave or something to hide out in to recoup my… I mean our strength”

“I can help with that”

As if on cue the bug witch stepped out from behind a tree. Yonah eyed her suspiciously. Savina was too hurt and too exhausted to do the same.

“Oh really? And why would you?”

She just laughed “You saved me? And you returned my amulet to me! I owe you big time. By the way, you look just awful. Would you like my children to clean you up?”

“What do you mean?”

Before she answered there was more buzzing in the air as wasps swarmed around her “these little gals are very efficient! I promise they will not sting”

“They cannot hurt my humans either!” he said, nervous about what was about to happen.

“Of course”

He still held his breath as the wasped charged at him and his companions. Savina screamed as well before she smartly held her breath too. Tiddles was the luckiest, unconscious for the whole thing.

It was over in just a minute, thank the gods, as Yonah would have to take a breath. Still, he sneezed and a few bugs flew out. Savina was breathing heavily.

“So, bug witch,”

“Cait!”

“Cait… What’s a nearby place for a big monster to get some rest?”

The woman considered “Hmm… The woods that way are decent. Bears will be scared off by you. Humans should leave you alone. There’s a cave in those woods if you want extra shelter. I want to get back to my home but I can have one of my babies guide you there”

“That would be much appreciated” Yonah focused and gathered up more strength to stand up. And then froze in place as the largest drider he had ever seen came into sight.

“Babe!” he called, ignoring yonah and scooping up the witch into a hug that transitioned into messy kisses.

“I got out of the prison!” she declared, “this nice big fellow helped me! Got my amulet!”

The Drider was a full head taller than Yonah and eyed him over with all 8 eyes before nodding. From between all of his feet a smaller, but large dog sized tarantula, scampered up to Yonah.

“Charlie here will lead you to shelter!” said Cait, “Now I haven't been home in a long time”

And with that, the witch and the drider left.

Charlie made a hissing sound while scraping her feet on a rock to get Yonah’s attention. She led Yonah to a large rocky incline and eventually to the mouth of a cave.It was large enough that if he crawled, he could get in. Which he did without hesitating.

The cave was larger in the inside and he probably could have stood up but he stayed sitting.

The spider stayed at the entrance of the cave, made a little dance, and then disappeared.

“Seems safe enough…” Yonah said. He unharnessed Savina so she could sit in his lap. “Guess what, I was lucid enough during my rampage that I picked up food that wasn’t dead guards!” and from his hat he got out some bread and cheese, and even a barrel of water.

“Um… no thanks” she said.

“You must eat, Savina”

“Im too nauseated from the pain.”

She did look a little green now that she said it.

“I have a healing potion… it should numb the pain a bit.” This he took from a sleeve. A small vial. Just a single ounce. It was like a grain of rice in his palm “It will even help with your shoulder, to at least regrow the flesh around it and stop infection”

She took it, and still looking like putting anything in her mouth would make her vomit, she downed it like a shot.

30 seconds later she felt much better. Or at least, felt less pain… She still felt like complete shit. But took the food with her good arm and started eating.

“I dont know why you brought him along…” she said, referring to Tiddles through a mouthful of bread.

“I doubt someone as kind as him works at an evil prison if he has a happy home to return to. Plus if i had let him go.. The other prisoners might not have been so kind to him. He was still a guard.” Yonah yawned, “Fuck. Im tired. Didnt we just wake up like, an hour ago?” he asked.

“Sure but you just broke a prison” Savina pointed out.

“I did… didn’t I…” Yonah tried to lay down but found that didn’t work with Tiddles on his shoulder. So he resigned himself to sleeping upright for now.

Still half starved, Savina did not manage to eat much. So yonah put the food back. He found a outcrop of rock that he could lean against and put an arm protectively in front of Savina. She put her own remaining arm over his. And they both fell asleep at the same time.

Even through the exhaustion of his over half a month in prison, and the torpor his kind got from a full belly, Yonah HaEsh heard the quiet footsteps of someone entering the cave.

Yet his brain was still slow to react. He opened his eyes and stared down.

Kneeling in his lap, holding Savina’s arm to his fanged mouth, moments away from biting down, was the vampire.

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[FIN]

UHHHH thanks for reading. If you liked this please let me know. If this fits your blog theme please reblog it!

I hope you enjoyed this. and I hope to have more of it for you in the future. lots more adventure to come!

#sfw vore #hard vore #fatal vore #nonsexual vore #ROTDK #sfw does not mean NON FATAL #there is nothing here that wouldnt be in LOTR #well maybe it's a little more intense than LOTR #I work on a sliding scale of LOTR to GoT and this leans more LOTR

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miraculouscontent · 4 years ago

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Anonymous said:

Did you see how, supposedly, the reason Marinette goes to Shanghai is bc Adrien is there. Because you know, that's a totally normal thing to do.

You know, there’s this suspension of disbelief where characters are allowed to do certain things that you’re like, “okay that’s not realistic but it’s fun so I don’t mind.”

Yeah, this is not fun.

Anonymous said:

Based on the new trailer for the Shanghai special, one of my biggest fears is that we won't see Marinette interacting with Sabine's family outside of Uncle Wang, even Sabine is nowhere to be seen in the trailer, please ZAG at least give us one of Sabine's parents, we're starving

I’m still rolling my eyes that there’s not one piece of dialog with Sabine talking about stuff related to her family, though her cheongsam is also flipped so--

Anonymous said:

Synopsis for the Shanghai Special: To join Adrien in Shanghai, Marinette is going to visit her uncle Wang who is celebrating his anniversary. But, as soon as she arrives in China, her purse gets stolen with Tikki inside, whom she needs to secretly transform into Ladybug! Without money and alone in the immense city, Marinette accepts the help of a young and resourceful girl, Fei. The two girls will ally and discover the existence of a new magical jewel, the Prodigious. Hawk Moth, also also present in Shanghai, seeks to finding it since a long time... Yea, cause Marinette still hasn’t suffered enough :p

mAriNEtTe mAkeS a mIsTakE iN eVeRY sToRY

Anonymous said:

As someone of Chinese descent, I felt extremely bothered by how miniscule the boy's , the one on the right (?) taking a picture with Adrien, eyes were when I saw the Shanghai trailer. It feels extremely... stereotypical? Not sure if that's the right word. I mean, he could just be squinting, but it still bothers me. Especially if that's their normal eye shape.

I heard similar complaints when Kagami arrived. They really stress the eye shape when it comes to someone full-on Asian (and if you’re half-Asian then you get wholly round eyes which makes no sense). It also gets weird because I feel like we have characters in the show who could pass for Asian (Mireille at least has the proper eye shape without it being over-exaggerated; I don’t remember if her skin tone is correct or not), but when characters are actually Asian, it’s usually taken to the exaggeration.

My sympathy goes out to everyone of Chinese descent who’s going to have to deal with the special. I’m literally a mish-mash of whiteness (American, French, and German) but even I know it must suck.

Anonymous said:

im tempted to watch the Shanghi special with my family, we're part chinese and have been to shanghi a few times. Then we can laugh and yell at it together, no need for show context

omg

As long as you have fun! Give it a good roast for me!

Anonymous said:

Excuse my french (pun intended) but

WHAT EVER LOVING HELL HAPPEN TO THE SPECIAL!!

Marketing.

Also the writers wanting to make sure you don’t forget that Adrien is a guy who exists.

Anonymous said:

Hi, Clarity! If you don't mind me asking, do you have any thoughts on the upcoming Shanghai special based on the information and trailers we have?

When I found out that Marinette was spending time with her great-uncle Wang, I was so excited. I was hoping that this special will be a breath of fresh air and spontaneously focus just on Marinette and her family for once. Maybe we'd explore Marinette's Chinese heritiage and learn more about her mother, Sabine and extended maternal family.

Then I saw Gabriel in which I eye-rolled 180* like any degree of character development. Like... great... more needless Miraculous lore/exposition. (Can we even call it exposition? I doubt any of the Miraculous-related events will be referenced within the show.) Whilst Miraculous lore is great and does expand our knowledge on the Miraculous, it steals any individual focus that Marinette could potentially have. It also tends to "hands everything" to Hawk Moth, who gets almost everything done his way without him even trying. Hmm, I guess as Shadow Moth, he won't have to use Mayura as his catslyst anymore. He'll have to ruffle his own feathers. (I don't know why I'm making a bird joke about Gabriel here. I hate him snd I couldn't care less about him.)

Also by reading the special's synopsis, it mentions that Adrien and Gabriel go to China for an unknown reason (maybe business related.) So Marinette decides to go to spend time with him (also spend time with Wang concurrently.) This might be a minor issue but I don't want Adrien to always be the centre focus of Marinette's motivations/desires. (He isn't always but I feel he is more than he should be.) Let our beautiful amazing girl just have an amazing time with her family in China. The writers need to stop Adrien being an integral part of Marinette's character. This special should be about Marinette (along with her family) and them solely.

Moreover, I'm worried that Marinette will imminently be embarassed/scolded/humiliated in some way. The synopsis mentions that she loses her bag (that contains Tikki.) Inevitably, she's going to be scolded for this for not being careful. The writers will blame her for the destruction that Hawk Moth will cause and not the actual man terrorising Shanghai himself. And no needless lovesquare drama please. If I'm not interested in it in Paris, don't think I'll be interested in it in Shanghai. And please do not let it be used to cause Mari/LB to suffer. Romance (no matter how contrived it is in this show) should be about finding joy and happiness. It should never intentionally be a burden for anybody, especially if it's for comedic purposes. Why am I worried that CN will yell at LB this time?

Maybe I'm just being pessimistic. I hope that the writers actually have them communicate properly about this time. Like they should both be honest (an important aspect of healthy relationships), to build clarity and to avoid confusion. Like the needless drama in NY could have been avoided if Adrien didn't ignore Ladybug and actually TRUSTED her by telling her the truth about him going somewhere instead of complacently lying to her, then losing her trust. Both could have told each other that they are going to NY "for personal reasons" without giving too much detail. To prevent suspicion, the writers could have included the American superheroes hosting an event inviting them or asking for their help to defeat that Micromonster guy. LB and CN could have both then collectively made a decision that if anything were to go wrong in Paris, they could quickly use the Horse Miraculous to transport to France in time (like Marinette was advised to do in "Startrain") or use the Rabbit Miraculous to travel back in time/manipulate events. There was no need to make Marinette suffer for the sake of needless lovesquare drama.

However, I love the animation for the special. It is mesmerising and beauitful and the graphics look superb. The atmosphere looks so clean and the nature-aspects (Hawk Moth's hideout) are intricately detailed. The lighting also complements the charactrrs and the settings' colours. A huge round of applause to SAMG for their excellant hardwork for animating this special despite the pandemic!

If you have any worries about the special, free free to do so! I want to conclude my message by thanking you so much for being such a lovely, kind, confident and resilient person. You always confidently express your opinions and strcture your essays clearly and legibly. I always look forward to reading your posts. I know I can always count on you to express our frustrations with the show's writing on our behalf and speak up for Marinette's mistreatment and inustice! 😊

Firstly, thank you! I gotta defend Marinette because we know the show won’t!

Anyway, I agree with basically everything you said. My biggest comments on it are like--

- I’m already tired of places just being used as set pieces for specials. I actually have a history of disliking specials/movies for shows because its purposes is usually just to get people hyped up, but that means big plots with big stakes and I end up thinking, “okay, but why can’t we have that in the show?” That’s always the issue I take with it; movies/specials prove that they can come up with high stakes plots, but we can’t have equivalents in the show because...?

- I officially tune out now anytime Marinette’s crush on Adrien is mentioned. It gets tiring and it just makes me feel bad for her and simultaneously angry at the writers for treating her this way. Add that onto the “Marinette always makes mistakes” rule and it’s clear that they’re creatively bankrupt and needlessly restrict themselves for the sake of making Marinette suffer. I’m just insulted that Gabriel is going to Shanghai for his fashion business but Marinette being into fashion is ignored.

- The animation is nice but whenever I see it, I’m reminded that we couldn’t have much SAMG in Season 4+5 because they were busy working on the special. The show should always take priority over some lame special/movies. I won’t judge the special for it but I’m salty about it regardless.

#category: salt #special: Miraculous Shanghai #other: ask and answer

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eluvixnsarchived · 6 months ago

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reblogging to add that if my ocs were also there:

leon - would probably drink much heavier than he already does with haylin around bc it'd just be him going 'haylin no' and haylin going 'haylin yes actually' he'd be a tired big brother but at the same time he'd also sigh and join her bc what else can he do at that point. would also be crushing on y'shtola so bad and he'd think no one knows but everyone knows. everyone. would have absolutely punched the twins dad in the face like it would be on site every time this man showed up and leon definitely flirts with their ma every time he sees her bc 'i could be a better dad and husband' lmfao

ben - poor old man he is tired he is worn he carried many a burden he is once again standing in the group holding haylin like

because he cannae escape duty no matter the au he is the guardian and haylin his charge and he is not paid enough

nari - eorzea would be in peril bc these two together is just fuck the rules we do what we want and it'd be a game of who can cause the most trouble first in any given situation like meetings with the grand companies? nope, wait outside bc we know you're going to fuck around and try to find out, meeting to gain potential allies? nope, alphinaud said wait outside bc jumping to 'or else' is not good guys

milo - constantly hearing the scions say 'where are milo and haylin' bc guaranteed they are Late or Not There or Not Paying Attention bc their adhd fused together and now they're distracted. primal fights consist of 'smash' 'really??? that's SOOOO many limbs though' and not being able to look at each other during meetings bc there's no a serious bone in their bodies between them and it's rock paper scissors on who goes first in fights bc 'im tired man i fought the last one' and 'if i die first will you dress as death at my funeral' and 'fuck marry kill--' and constant scoldings because 'WILL YOU TWO BEHAVE AND PAY ATTENTION FOR FIVE MINUTES' and the answer will always be 'no. now is that man wearing a piece or does his hair naturally look like that i must know'

aleks - bickering to rival alisaie and alphinaud, sibling rivalry, aleks putting haylin in her place bc he wants to be taken seriously and she's ruining it, forever choosing each other over everyone else, haylin forever managing to find a way to send him away from immediate danger and aleks being furious about it every single time, reckless behaviour in order to protect the other and then arguments about it afterwards, still sleeping beside each other at the end of the day bc they're afraid they'll wake up and the other will be gone and they'll never be found again

elena - oh she's working her way through the acsions and no one's sure if she's working with them, using them or flirting her way through them for fun, has probably committed more war crimes than anyone else, has definitely kicked the scions asses the same amount of times shes helped them, has probably shown up during critical moments just to watch and be entertained, definitely bothers zenos when she's bored, has definitely travelled between reflections just to track emet selch down and tell him hes dumb, shows up on haylin's doorstep pouty every time the she and the scions win in the story bc 'you really are Her favourite, aren't you', forever sour that she couldnt make a claim on thancred or estinien bc they beat their demons ( laha and nidhogg ) and is ALWAYS trying to tempt urianger with knowledge and secrets but he never gives in, definitely shows up during the scions worst moments though and helps them in some way either openly or secretly bc they're her dolls and this is her playhouse

ren - goes wherever haylin goes and complains the whole time, sighs a lot, is lost when she isnt there, has an unhealthy attachment to estinien bc he says things plainly, looks at urianger like hes got six heads whenever he speaks though, probably argues with alisaie all the time bc it's ren, faces every danger they come across with 😐 as an expression, tataru is his favourite bc she feeds him, has probably told the grand company leaders they're idiots at least twice, has probably tried to knock haylin flat in her ass every time she runs head first into danger and then wont let her go as he cries about it bc she scared him again, is the first to tell any of the scions when they falter to get their shit together, has a fit when haylin doesnt hold his hand when theyre travelling, follows g'raha wherever he goes like good luck in getting rid of him now old man this boy is a bad rash that wont go away no matter what you do

taking a small break from MSQ just to jot down haylin's relationship with the scions ( some story spoils under the cut btw! )

thancred - bestie, brother in arms, feels like she has her brother back, platonically loves him to the moon and back, sulks like a bitch when he goes off on metal gear solid missons bc she wants to be there but she'd fall over her own feet within the first five minutes and he knows this ( and points it out every single time )

y'shtola - 'yes ma'am whatever you say ma'am i am yours to command ma'am', adores the ground she walks on, is on her best behaviour when she's around bc she genuinely makes haylin nervous, asks her to look her over sometimes just to be certain she's 'still me'

alphinaud - her baby, her everything, her little brother, her munchkin, constantly fussing over him, constantly giving him kisses atop his head, is his scary dog privilege bc if anyone looks at him wrong her hand is twitching to clock 'em, spoils him, is her impulse control and the person who keeps her steady bc god knows haylin woulda lost it by now if he didnt hope and believe in life enough for the two of them, twelve help the poor souls that ever hurt him and help the people of the star ever still if she ever lost him

alisaie - gives into her requests for friendly competitions to encourage her, is just as protective of her but lets her fight her own battles until she needs her, when alisaie says 'i dare you' haylin always answers with 'bet', is her ultimate hypeman bc haylin's just so proud of her

estinien - her favourite chew toy, her favourite person to bother, draws her weapon just as fast as he draws lance bc she too is a fighter not a talker, pesters him regularly about how he can fight airborne bc she wants to too but he never spills the secret, is itching to get her hands on messing with his hair but will he let her? no, bc even he knows better, best bros really she's v fond of him

g'raha tia - soulmate best friend her heart her home she does not want to be anywhere he isnt ever again like she has not recovered from him being taken by hades and then watching him turn to crystal while she holds his soul and memories like a fucking tamagotchi in her hand like this is one the only times the scions saw her break down and had to carry her for a change bc damn, loves this idiot, is the dictionary definition of 'i'll do it if you will' unless its dangerous then haylin is like UMMM NO, can be found eating whatever they can get their hands on together like squirrels at the back of the group, wants to confess her feelings but doesnt want to ruin anything and believes raha deserves better, would actually burn everything if she lost him again ( cannot be certain alphinaud can talk her out of that one tbh folks )

urianger - is her own personal siri bc most of the time all anyone hears is 'hey urinager what's--', likes to mess with him but urianger knows how to distract her and ends up teaching her something instead, is her person and she loves him and goes to him often for counsel and company and QUIET, def sits in his room pretending to be bored but just wants to be near so she can SLEEP without worrying for anything

tataru - as far as haylin is concerned she is the gods favourite princess and whatever tataru wants she gets, loves this little mischief maker, purposefully makes time to spend with her bc she's so often left behind to worry and fear for everything all by herself and she wants tataru to know she is NEVER alone as long as she exists

lyse - visits her frequently to have a bit of fun and get her out of the whole meetings and business shit, seeks out mischief and trouble just to fire her up a bit, has been known to tap lyse in to take care of idiots bc it's the funniest shit to her and that's her GIRL

minfilia - misses her every goddamn day, some might say on par with how thancred misses her, thinks about her often and how lonely it is not to have her in life any more, misses their conversations and her insights, feels responsible for letting her go to hydaelyn ( actually could not look thancred in the eye for MONTHS after he was found ), damn well nearly told ryne to bring her back during that talk until she remembered how minfilia made her feel like it was alright to live her own life and follow her own path too, writes her letters sometimes just to talk to her again

papalymo - never got the chance to build a real relationship with him but she thinks about how she walked away from him without looking back that night and how she wished she'd said thank you for the way he took a chance on her and brought her to the scions, how he brought her home

krile - ultimate teammate in picking on alphinaud, wants to hear all the gossip from her, is so grateful that someone else in the group has the echo bc the echo makes her feel lonely and being able to talk to krile about it means everything, is v protective of her if only for the group

arenvald - sends letters to him with alphinaud's letters and it's usually absolute nonsense to try cheer him up, alphinaud sends him updates but haylin sends him the YOU'LL NEVER FUCKING BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED DUDE, visits him when she gets the chance, is the number one pusher for him to make a move on fordola ( when she's not around obviously shes not that stupid )

f'lhaminn - avoids her most of the time, feels too guilty to talk to her for too long or alone, asks her if she needs anything though and looks out for her the best she can

riol - desperately tries to sneak up on this asshole every time she's back at the rising stones and he catches her every time and it pisses her off so much bc she can never get the drop on him and its all she wants in life any more

honorable mention: haurchefant - visits him regularly, takes a mug of hot chocolate for herself and one to sit on his headstone, his grave is the only place she lets herself go and cry and the weight of being the warrior of light out, tells him all the adventures and how everyone is, checks in on his family and makes sure they're alright, only smiles sometimes any more because a smile better suits a hero, still feels like she cant get his blood out from under her nails, even now

#🍊.txt #oc things

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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Brothers anon, im gonna start combing the two separate submissions again cause its getting too short to have them separate I think?

1: His possession messed with memories Ranbob had before, so memories of school friends or playing with Ran were distant to erased. Though after Dreams possession it was also harder to make and keep memories. But thankfully as Ranbob was recovering from Dream and got futher away making memories came eaiser to him, though he'll never get back the memories he lost.

3: Oh he would very quickly grow to regret his decision, but it would be funny. And Benjamin would later admit that while it was annoying and stressful, it was also fun and he was very happy to have his two families meet and generally get along.

8: Everyone is just in shocked silence before Cletus just goes "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" Oddly happy that Ranboo committed so much arson. Oh definitely, after all the outcasts of society where put there. Of course people would make such negative rumors about Mizu and treat the people as the scum of the earth. Though this also means, people don't know what happened in Mizu, and anyone who knows, view it in a more happy and a "Their finally gone" type of way, then viewing it as the tragedy it was.

Spoons is a card game technically. A group of people sit in a group and everyone gets 4 cards, and you keep discarding at least 1 card of yours to the person on your left, who then does the same to their person on their left, the last person in the group puts a card into a discard pile. The goal is to get 4 of the same cards, and once someone gets 4 of the same cards, that person goes and grabs a spoon in a pile in front of them (let's say there's 5 players, theres only going to be 4 spoons cause there's always a spoon less than the people playing), once they grab one anyone can grab a spoon. And the person who doesn't get a spoon gets a S added to them, once Spoons is spelled the person gets out of the game, and a spoon gets removed to continue the game. Basically for flowers its played the exact same way but with flowers in the middle expect for spoons.

11: I just imagine Dream sulking in a corner as you yell at him and him going like "well I didn't know…" as he kicks a stone. And he wasnt sure what it was, but quickly jumped on the idea that maybe it was the fact that Ran was still alive somewhere, and that that's causing Ranbob to willingly let himself become weak and defy him. Causing Dream to become angrier at Ran and punish Ranbob harder.

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3: During the brothers fight in the storm, and after everyone runs off to find Ranbob, Ran is left alone. And he decides to just wander off into the storm, not protecting himself from the rain so he does get burnt. The whole time he's lost deep in thought and isn't really paying attention. He continues to wander for a whole day unfollowed (because after the Gladiators and Fishermen came back to the cave after finding Ranbob they are in no rush to find Ran and decide to look for him after the storm passes, which takes a full day) and at some point Raq finds him wandering. Which Raq then uses Rans distraction to his advantage and attacks him. At first only really the gladiators where concerned when they found Ran gone. But once they found him blinded and terrified everyone felt awful and a looming sense of guilt. And everyone continued to feel that way, even after they got the antidote and Ran started to see again.

4: They would just leave Ranbob alone and check in on him every now and again. But generally let him deal with it himself. They'd feel guilty leaving him alone, but they also know that they can't really do anything for him as their not prepared or briefed on how to help him in this situation.

10: Oh definitely, even with Ran blinded they would've been kicked out immediately for fighting, without even a second glance. Dont forget, Ran still cares for his brother. And maybe, losing his sight made him face the side of him that wanted to become family again with Ranbob, maybe it brought enough to light that he just can't ignore it anymore. Mostly only negative potions can be permanent, like posion, blinding, wither, and nausea (I know the last like 3/2 are effects but they've also found a way to make effects into potions.). You already know what a antidote for blindness would be. A antidote for wither would be, a ghast tear (actually a basic ingredient for almost every antidote), blaze powder, and glistening melon to make a overpowered healing potion. Antidote for posion would be ghast tear, swiftness (so it acts fast to get rid of the posion), and the 3rd ingredient depends on what kind of posion it was (posion that has a side effect of constricting or filling the lungs with water? Pufferfish and Turtle shell for last ingredients. Posion that has weakness? Blaze powder, and glistening melon) And antidote for nausea would be ghast tear, and potion of slowness to allow the person to slowly feel better, so their nausea doesn't hit them all at once before disappearing, which can cause them to throw up or have side effects.

13: Thats exactly what they did.

14: Jackie will 100% attempt to fight God and no one can stop him. :) (to be honest im not sure yet, I know I want to do more with Raq and have the idea that maybe he could be the person that finds Dream and gets him out of Mizu, but that's pretty often used in stories and I want to try to think of something more unique. Maybe I'll have it so Raq actually manages to capture the brothers or at least one of them and uses them as blackmail?)

15: When Ranbob was a child and Ran was just a baby Ranbob would often take Ran out of his crib and take him to go watch the fish swim by. When Ran was old enough he'd follow Ranbob everywhere, even a few times he managed to sneak into Ranbobs class room and almost wasn't caught. Ran got extremely clingy one day and managed to gather his haunting all up into his arms and carried them around, even though he was obviously struggling. And Ranbob used to complain about his teachers and idiotic classmates whenever he got home, which is funny when you consider Ran was very impressiable at the time and Ran started mimicking Ranbob, leading to him cursing, much to Ranbobs dismay.

And im curious, do you have any questions that I havent answered? Or do you have any ideas for anything? I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about anything honestly!

Course! I dont have much lore wise other than they go to Kelalen and when they hear Dream is still around they decide to stay back to help fight him. But the idea I have is that Karl is just kinda hanging with everyone I listed, talking about allies or treaties when his time traveling clock/watch starts to go off, and he panics, but sadly in his haste to stop it he makes it worse and it grabs everyone, where they end up in the future. After hours of confusion and explaining they calm down. When 2 days later they find the Gladiator and Fishermen group, at first Karl is strongly against going to then for help, but everyone basically ignores him and go to ask for help. Hours of explanation and proof giving later the GF (Gladiator and Fishermen, got tired of writing it out) group sadly tells them that they cant really help. Until Ran (who was previously gone searching the surrounding area and making sure it was safe) appears high up on a tree (cause I just can't get the image of Ran on a tree and looking comfortable and confident as hell out of my head), and says that maybe Kelalen can help, if not going to Foolish may be a good alternative. Isaac, and Grievous are extremely against going back (at this time a 2 months have past since they left Kelalen)n saying it could be dangerous but Ran just aboustely shoots them down, along with Watson and Jackie agreeing with Ran, and Karls group agreeing to it. They head off to Kelalen. And Jackie is extremely excited at the potential of going to see Foolish finally. And it'd probably be like a sub au where the brothers au is the main backbone for it but at a certain point it separates from the au and becomes its own.

1: Okay, ouch. Can you imagine if Ran brought one of those memories up, and just had Ranbob look confused, or horrified, depending on how quick he realizes what happened? How would Ran react to that realization, both before and after he forgives Ranbob?

3: If nothing else, everyone got some laughs from it-even Benjamin, once his friends were far, far away from his family and not able to teach them more chaos.

8: Cletus, why are you so happy? Do you just enjoy knowing chaos existed back then? Are you an arsonist? What’s up with you?

Also, wow. Not cool, other city people, that’s very mean.

Spoons sounds like it’s interesting, I might try it sometime. Did the group just have those cards on them? What other games did they have?

11: Good, put Dream back in the corner, I’m gonna be yelling more. Because, seriously dude? I know you probably exist solely out of spite, but c’mon. Admittedly, from a certain point of view, it could be considered amusing that your first thought was that Ranbob was making himself weaker out of defiance/spite but like. From a more responsible and mature viewpoint, that’s incredibly stupid, and I-just. Buddy, hate to tell you, but I’m pretty sure that’d just be a you thing. Besides you were in Ranbob’s head, didn’t he think Ran was dead? It doesn’t even make sense. Good lord, I’m half-tempted to get the broom and chase you around like you’re a particularly unruly barn cat.

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3: First of all, that sounds really scary for Ran. Second of all, are we getting an overprotective arc?

4: Kind of sad, but understandable, they’re dealing with the situation as best they can.

10: Even if the group was provoked by the townspeople? Potions sound really cool, wish I could make those in real life, tbh.

13: W-what do you mean ‘that’s exactly what they did’? Anon, is your friend, like, a legit gremlin? I’m spooked.

14: Foolish takes one look at Jackie, wearing a smile that exactly matched Tubbo’s when he was about to cause chaos, and immediately nopes out of that. He knows that face, and he will not be getting tangled into a fight with a goblin child today, no sir. I’m sure Jackie tries regardless though. (Also, that sounds like that goes horribly, do we get an overprotective ender-sibling, for whoever gets captured or used as blackmail, if that’s what you do?)

15: I love all of these so much, oh my gosh. Baby Ran seeing the fishes and following his big brother around. Poor Ranbob’s face when his baby brother cursed one day, Ran trying to carry all of his haunting. I’m in tears, honestly.

Umm...I can’t think of anything right now, to be honest. If I ever do have a question or idea though, I’ll through it on the Brothers AU tag for you to check out, I guess.

Oh, this sounds really cool. The part about them just ignoring their local time traveler when they’ve just time traveled particularly amuses me, as does Jackie wanting to see Foolish-I feel like Foolish may be a little more than terrified to see both Tubbo and Jackie back, honestly. Why was Ran willing to help them so much? What did they do to offer proof? How did Ranbob react once they proved who they were? How does all the group get along? Are they Ranboo’s haunting, and if so, if Ranboo gets close with his descendants, does he merge his hauntings with theirs? How does the time group feel about the Brothers fighting, and Ranbob’s possession?

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #tubbo #ranboo #foolish gamers

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moonlightperseus · 4 years ago

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me being a casual anon: tell me about your tog powers au i love that idea

okay i also got a very kind anon who asked about this au so i’m gonna be responding to both of you here, and i would like to just take a moment to thank you both for the asks, im BIG heart emoji @ both of you (i’m on my laptop so just picture a big ol’ (purple) heart emoji)

okay so i have to give some credit to @nilefreemans bc kayla was the one who got me thinking about this and has encouraged me as i’ve gotten very carried away with it.

okay so im personally setting this as a canon divergent au, they’re still immortals, and for the most part this goes in hand with the canon events of the movie (although i am tempted to make an au of my au where i go off book but for now we’re sticking with canon events... just with a twist). so they’re immortals but they also each have unique powers, that are unlocked alongside their immortality with their first death (though the powers might not always present themselves right away). i think for the most part i’ve decided that their powers remain even when their immortality ends, but i haven’t done anything concrete with that yet.

(gonna continue below the cut with the list of everyone’s powers because this got... long)

Andy has enhanced senses; sight/sound/touch/smell/taste, but also a sixth sense in the manner similar to that of spiderman’s “spider-sense.” She might also have enhanced strength, although I’m still figuring if I want her to have that or something else, or just the enhanced senses thing.

Quynh has trajectory manipulation, kind of in a sense of very mild telekinesis- though her skill with a bow is 100% her own and if you ever suggest otherwise you will be subjecting yourself to be shot with an arrow- she mainly uses her abilities for the purpose of manipulating the trajectory of weapons being used against her or her allies. However this ability is especially dependent on concentration, and the larger the object or the more things she is trying to manipulate the more concentration she requires. Unclear if the five hundred years under the ocean has any effect on her ability to use her powers. Guess I’ll have to think about that.

Joe can create and control illusions, his powers are best described as magical. He likes to use his powers to bring smiles to peoples faces, rather than torment them, his speciality is bringing his art to life, or enhancing storytelling. He is powerful in his abilities on his own, and is perfectly capable of using them for less pleasant purposes, but when he and Nicky work together, their powers compliment and increase the strength of each other.

Nicky has telepathic abilities that allow him to read others thoughts and project his own, his powers also allow him to “push” people to do things, (essentially mild mind control) but he hates this ability, and after he first discovered this ability, he swore to himself to only ever use it in extremely dire circumstances, (and only for the protection of others) so, while he is powerful and well in control of his telepathy, the “pushing” of others is a more difficult thing for him because he almost never uses it.

Booker has precognition abilities - however he is the least controlled in his powers out of the immortals, and his abilities mainly manifest themselves in the grotesque manner of tragedy based visions. because his visions first manifested in showing him tragedies, he never made much of an effort to explore his abilities, which leaves his powers to be a bit of a mysterious component. The visions can come at any time, however they tend be triggered by human contact.

Nile can manipulate density, specifically her own, though perhaps in time she might be able to expand it outside of her own personal density. I am still figuring out the exact details of her powers but I know I at least want her to be able to become intangible (like marvel’s Kitty Pryde), though I am leaning towards full personal density control, so that she can phase/become intangible, but also in reverse, increase her density (like DC’s Anissa Pierce/Thunder).

so yeah, that’s their powers as of right now. as far as writing for this au goes, i have three different drabble scenarios written/in the progress of being writing. one is of early days joe & nicky and them learning their powers (specifically joe’s.) the next is a scene set during nicky & joe’s capture in the lab. and the third is a scene from nile’s POV, which i think i want to make a little uhh ficlet about moments where nile slowly learning about their powers and her own. (possibly because andy forgot to mention that in addition to immortality they also had powers, and then it was just.. never gotten around to being mentioned with everything that went down and nile is just... a little confused.)

#tog powers verse #tog powers au #the old guard au #the old guard #tog au #abby writes #mine #my au #andromache the scythian #quynh #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #booker #sebastien le lirve #nile freeman #AHHH thank you so much for asking me about this!!! this au has been living rent free in my brain for the past several days!!!#bookersebastien #abby replies #nilefreemans

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moody-bloosh · 5 years ago

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moth to a flame (Risotto Nero)

passione project time, i know i haven’t finished any of the series im working on but i have no self control so here it is. wow, im so so happy to finally be able to share this story with you all, i’ve been working on this since 2019 and i am so so glad that this first part is done. y’all know this was supposed to be a story with abbacchio. but while i was coming up with the finer details of what i wanted the story to be i felt like risotto fit the story more. so anyway here it is. also this is a bit of a spicy piece, so please be warned. I think this is one of the heaviest fics I’ve ever written so please skip this if you are feeling faint.

also finally i wrote a cheating au with risotto! but this time, you guys are the ones cheating!! i had another one planned but mayhaps, please enjoy this food for the time being. uwu

i hope you all enjoy this beCAUSE I SURE DID ENJOY WRITING THIS SUFFERING. also fem!reader im sorry i couldnt write this with gender neutral pronouns :(

content warning: cheating, domestic abuse

pairings: (mentioned) Diavolo x Reader, Risotto Nero x Reader

“We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.” - Aemon Targaryen, A Game of Thrones

You are not his.

He knows that, he knows that very well. But still, he tempts fate. Because what is he to do when the love of his life belongs to another man? Belongs in fact, to the strongest man in all of the land: the Emperor, himself, Diavolo.

It is routine for him now, to visit you long after the Emperor has left your bedchambers. He clasps the jar of soothing balm in his hands and when he is sure that there are no more prying eyes trained on you or him. He slowly knocks on the door. He makes sure to vary each knock so that you know it is him and no one else.

He hears you shuffle around your room and then your small voice comes through the door, telling him to, “please, come in.”

Risotto steels himself; he has seen more horrific things in his life, in his line of work, it is inevitable. But he can never quite get used to the sight of your bruised up body as you open the door for him.

As always, your smile is radiant, beautiful, unhindered even by the bruises that dot your body. He brings a trembling hand over your cheek, to brush against the bright red mark left undoubtedly by the emperor’s own hand. You lean into his cold touch, a soothing balm against your burning cheek. And your heart grows heavy at the thought of him standing outside your door, privy to all your crying and pleading.

“I am sorry you had to witness all that unpleasantness, Risotto.”

He kisses you on your forehead as gently as he can. So that he doesn’t cause you any more pain than necessary.

“I am sorry I cannot protect you from him, your majesty.”

And though some part of you hates it, some part of you wants him to just take you away. You know that doing so would only be a death warrant. No, he could not protect you from Diavolo now. But someday soon, if Heaven was kind enough. Soon you could do as you wished, but for now you had to endure. You had to survive.

Some day, some day Diavolo would receive his comeuppance. But for now, you would hide your fangs and bide your time.

it was much easier passing time when you had Risotto by your side, after all.

When Risotto enters your chambers he is no longer just your bodyguard. He is your beloved, the only man who has ever treated you with a shred of sincere kindness since you entered the palace. You can still remember the day he had been introduced to you. All doom and gloom, a monster in the shape of a man, you had thought. And Diavolo had smirked at the sight of your fear.

You were so frightened by his strange eyes, but upon closer inspection. You found something familiar lurking within them. So even though it frightened you, you resolved to be kind to him, you decided to give him all the love you were not given a chance to devote to the Emperor.

Because you saw little parts of yourself in him, someone broken, someone lost, someone cast out. And you had hoped that perhaps, if you could befriend him, you could stave off the loneliness that you believed you would be resigned to.

For someone like him, who knew only of taking and destroying, for you to gift him with softness and tenderness, how could he ever have stood a chance? Before he knew it, you had planted yourself firmly into the labyrinth of his heart. Where once he had hoped only to serve you, to protect you… He found himself wanting you, desiring you for himself.

Though in the past, he had attempted to deny his feelings for you, he gradually found that it was as futile as attempting to count the stars in the sky. He was drawn irrevocably to you, the sweet Empress with a smile that could warm even his cold, blackened heart.

The two of you were permitted to be together only under the cover of darkness. In the pitch black secrecy that night offered, he could call you his and you could call him wholly and truly yours.

He treats your wounds and bruises as calmly as he can though it breaks his heart each and every time to see you so battered. Every fresh bruise has him imagining how he will kill Diavolo, how he will make him suffer as you have suffered. And this he will never admit out loud, but some deep, dark part of him marvels at how you have managed to last this long. He thinks that perhaps in some twisted way, even Diavolo, himself, was not immune to your charms.

He takes on a dangerous expression as he considers the Emperor. The man who was the primary cause for all your suffering. And you reach out to him with a soft touch, you ruffle his hair playfully and bring him out of his dark thoughts.

“Tonight, let us not think of displeasing things, my love. I don’t want to waste any of these precious moments I have with you, after all.”

As you leaned in to kiss him, he would hold you. And when you pulled back for a breath, he would pepper feather light kisses all over your face. He would touch you with a softness you never would have known that he would be capable of. Some days he indulges, he holds you while you sleep. Some days he is weak and with your permission, he gives in to his more carnal desires. Usually, he holds your hand as you fall asleep.

And always, before you drift off to sleep, you tell him.

“I love you.”

Risotto always tells you that he does not deserve your love. But you had simply thought that such declarations were simply part of his reserved, humble nature.

You had no idea that it was because there was a weight around his heart that prevented him from truly reciprocating your affections. He had a secret, a secret not even you were allowed to know.

But he was your darling, beloved Risotto… Your only friend, your only ally.

He could never hurt you… could he?

“Serve the Empress well as her bodyguard,” Diavolo instructs.

He doesn’t even bother to look at Risotto when he issues his commands. His gaze is trained only on the portrait of you set haphazardly in a corner of his room. Later, he will instruct some servant to set it up properly before your arrival. He had to keep up appearances after all.

“And when the time comes that I have no more need of her…”

Risotto keeps his eyes trained to the floor. He is impassive, already used to whatever outlandish thing the Emperor demands of him. These days he wonders, if he had known you sooner, would he have reacted differently?

“Eliminate her.”

Risotto bows, “as you wish, Imperatore.”

That night replays in his mind like bleeding out on the floor. It cuts into him, day in and day out, never fully healing. He feels the wound grow deeper whenever you smile and look at him like he is all the good in the world, whenever he feels your soft breath against his chest as he holds you on nights that are too difficult, whenever you tell him you love him…

He holds you tighter then and you remain blissfully unaware as to his true function. You think that he is simply being sweet with you, so that will prompt you to hug him back. You nuzzle against him and you tell him that you love him. Not knowing that your kindness, your tenderness, only twists the knife lodged in his heart.

“I will protect you, _____,” Risotto tells you quietly. “I swear it.”

“I have no doubt of it,” you say, a radiant smile blooming on your lips as you look up at him. “I feel safest when I am with you, my love.”

He kisses you then. He feels guilty, he feels delirious, he is so in love with you. That is why, he doesn’t want to tell you, he doesn’t know how to tell you. And how could he? How could he bring himself to reveal that he was sworn to end your life should the Emperor wish it? So he kisses you instead, as if that will solve everything.

He hopes that you can forgive him for his selfishness.

He loves you. He loves you more than anything in this world.

And that is why he cannot tell you.

All he can do is hope that the day should never come that he is to end your life.

Until then he will serve you with all his might, he will comfort you when you weep in his arms, he will kiss you with all the passion he keeps barely restrained, he will bring you the medicine you so desperately need to treat the scars and bruises that pop up more and more frequently when your husband visits. And on nights where the Emperor is far away and there are no eyes trained on the two of you, he keeps you company, he keeps your bed warm.

He is your bodyguard, sworn to protect you even at the cost of his own life. And yet, he does not even know how to protect you from himself.

#bodyguard au #risotto nero x reader #diavolo x reader #vento aureo #golden wind #play #side b #la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #bodyguard!risotto #royal au #domestic abuse #cheating au

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yami-yomiel · 5 years ago

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The Space Games

I put hunger games and Sc5 together oh nooooooooo TW??: People die and also semi brutal deaths..

i’m doing the entire thing so it’s under the cut baby

o,,,,oh,,so much has happened..Jaguar no, PADDING NO, MR GENTLE WHAT HEHS FiRKCANad

Soon-Soon needs to like,,look before she eats because SHE GOT POISONED TWICEA akdlmdsk, ALSO PINE BRUH WHAT...ULALA GOT A SPEAR TOOOOOOA?SDMKA

Can i get an F for these fallen soldiers...F

let’s keep going

HOW FUNNY PURGE DIED OF HYPOTHERMIA BEcAUSE TECHNICALLY IT WOULD HAPPEN,

Also MY WIFE KELL IS DEAD WTFWTFFtwftwFTFtfwt

rocka Billy just Beats Purge the king with his guitar akdmaslkdmsa

If Giant Evila almost killed Fuze(ingame) she can game end Noize, as a treat. PON PIRIRI HAS NO KILL COUNT BUT THEN MAKES HOORG TO GAME END JAGUAR’S ALTER EGO OR THE LITERAL PRESIDENT OF MORODIANASDNLANNK Kie also dies of hypothermia, rip to him

Another F for the fallen Tribute: Noize and Purge are now making Bots in heaven along with Shadow, Kell is doing heaven Yoga, and Kie watches Lou from the stars

BRACK KILLS OUR MAIN REPORTER AND AN AI, CAN SOMEONE STOP HIM??!!?!?, also Glitter and Sexy 1(aka lily) bonding time Noize thought abt winning and died, Lou YOU PROBABLY SHOIULDNT GO THE SAME ROUTE HE DID. Pine Kills a woman,,more at 5.

the “pon piriri dies of dysentery” is funny to me kadnlsa

ROCKA BILLY KILLS PEACE ARCHER STYLE hKLNKSNJ, Hoorg tending to Mimi’s wound is kind of a wholesome idea, another drawing idea ohohooho.

Pon Piriri and Peace are jiving together, Ulala and Mr,Gentle are patching up Bello’s wounds peacefully,all in space heaven hehe.

ROCKA BILLY KILLS HIS CO-WORKER WHAT!?!!?!?!?!? G.EVILA TRIES TO KILL A MAN BUT GETS KILLED HERSELF, AND WHAT DID TACHIBANA DO TO SCREAM FOR HELP WHAT????!!!!! also glitter n peace carrier bonding time

petition to take other-moro home :’),

ROCKABILLY IS ON A KILLING STREAK BRO IS EVERYTHING OK?????!!!!!

i’d write smth wholesome here but i have nothing but everyone is cheering on pudding playing her gweetar

unrelated but ROCKABILLY IS RUTHLESS,,CHILLLLLL

I THOUGHT YOU DIED PADDING?!?!?!? SHE CAME BACK also Im convinced that Mimi is humming Pine’s theme,,speaking of Pine i wonder where she is..oh nvm i didn’t even read it lol finally, Rockabilly is bad at something for once lol,,,

FINALLY ROCKABILLY IS DEAD HE WAS OVERPOWERED,,

PINE YOU JUST TURN ON YOUR PALS LIKE THAT,ohhhhhh good comic idea owo!! ALSO OH GODDDDDDDD LOU IS DEAD WYFFTTFWTFTFTWFT

Evila is no longer an ally tho lol... tachibana tends to padding’s would so i guess tha heals the pain..

YALL LCKY I READ THE HUNGER GAMES AKSJDLK also HOW DO YOU GRAB GLITTER AND ah i guess rheir all human sized lol..ALSO PINE BETRAYS ANOTHER ONE OF HER MEMBERED BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

also im just going to say it makes sense G.Evila survives survives because how do you sting a big metal baby

Lily and Mimi are now envious because Pine k-worded em, Glitter and the other-moro are not just vibing, and Evila(ally) and Hoorg fight rockabilly because he had the highest kill count of 4

PINE INHERITED ROCKA BILLY’S SANS ABILITY OH GOD ALSO G.PURGE IS DEAD IM GOING TO CRY... im so tempted to say her and Tachibana have a high kill count because ya know Pine has a crush on him but nooooo it's not even close, rockabilly and pine is the new ship lol..

4 people left i think, i dunno i can’t count atm...im just going to add that im sure G.Evila is going to die next because like,,,she’s kinda green/orange and ALSO REALLY VISIBLE IN PLAIN SIGHT AJDKLM

what other tributes

BRACK NOOOOOOO

I TOKE YOU BRACK DON’T THINK ABT WINNING OH HECKKKKKK

pine your lover just killed you wtfrick...(also..if you think abt winning your chances of dying is now raised to 50%)

I can’t beleive it....G.Evila won... Make Blank Proud G.Evila..

even if you’re a little traumatized

#me #space channel 5 #The Space Games #that's the name of this thing sdkmldk #hunger games simulator #cherryflavoredart #yeah i drew that last bit lol

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frccdomfell · 5 years ago

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So, this is only a little over 1600 words... I have a lot of people to thank. I’ve had Stevie boy here for five months, but I’ve been around Tumblr rp for a long time and thought I’d take this opportunity to thank those of you that have been such lights this year. This year has been extremely hard for me for a number of reasons I won’t get into in this happy post! So, this is for those who were there for me this year:

My Main Peeps:

@liftingxrocks : firstly, i have to thank my incredible fiance. you were here every step of the way this year and it has made all the difference. i couldn’t have gotten through it without you and i’m so goddamn lucky i get to call you mine. proposing to you was easily the best thing i’ve ever done and when you said yes was the single best moment of my life. we met through rp and I love every character you try your hand at. thanks for being such a light in my life, babygirl. i love you.

@bytheanchor : b! you total fucking nerd. god, you’re the best! i’m so glad to call you my friend and you’re definitely one of my best online friends. you never fail to be positive and brighten my day. you’re so kind and encouraging. we talk practically every day. those two weeks you went away were SO BORING! i love all your characters so much, you know that. writing with you is easily one of my favourite past times. you are always just as excited and willing to write stuff as i am and i love it. thank you for being such an amazing friend.

@spitefulandspectacular : i mean you never check your tumblr notifications, but i don’t care. you were so important this year so you get a spot on the list. man, you were such a great roommate. we each had our things, but honestly i’m so happy my first real roommate was such a quality person. i miss ya like hell and can’t wait to see you real soon hopefully. thanks for being such a great friend and taking care of our boy. you’re a gem.

@mangohub : monroe, what can i even say? you’re such an incredible friend and i’m so thankful for you. anytime i’m dealing with anything you’re right there for me, ready to listen. i don’t think i’ve met a better writer in my entire life, no joke. i love your alec more than life itself and writing with you is always such a fulfilling experience. even jut plotting with you is so much goddamn fun. you’re such a bright and loving person. thanks for being one of the good things about my 2019.

@warricrsbcw : my mollee. hey hun. i just want to thank you for being such a stand up friend since we reconnected. you’ve been there for me every single time i’ve needed it and i hope i’ve been able to do the same. you’re such a sweet person and you deserve all the nice things. not to mention that i love your alec to hell and back! magnus would go to the ends of the earth for that boy.

@lcdgerbled : hayley, you are so awesome! I’m so lucky that when i left my magnus blog i was able to take you with me in a way. you’re such an insanely talented writer and an even better friend. you’ve been so great and always there if i need anyone to talk to about my ED. your natasha is perfect! steve adores her with his entire heart and wants to buy a place in a new york and have ten kids with her lol. thanks so much for making this year a little more bearable.

New Friends:

@divabarnes : so, you were actually the reason i remade my steve into a blog. he was just available on discord but you reignited my love for him. your bucky sparked my steve back to life and i can’t thank you enough. i love him so much. your writing is so in character and makes my jaw drop every time. i love writing with you (even though im slow and trash). thanks for everything you didn’t even know you did.

@ivorysatin : i know we haven’t known each other a super long time but i absolutely adore you! you’ve been so kind and friendly and you’re writing is PHENOMENAL! your magnus, anna and blair! i’m so in love with all your threads and verses. every time i see your blair i’m so tempted to remake my charles so you need to STOP! but, seriously, you’re such a friendly bean, thanks!

@semiistable : hello friend! so i know we literally just met like four days ago, but in that time i have totally fallen in love with your writing and you so freaking nice and chill. my steve is head over heels for your bucky, and writing with you never fails to make me smile. i hope we continue to be friends for a long time.

@mischieftomake : bonjour jas! so i’ve been dying to write a loki/steve pairing for so long but could never find anyone that clicked with my steve. and, i’m so lucky that the one who did also has such a phenomenal mun! you’re so much fun to plot with and to play around with what we want to do. i’m loving our soulmate verses so much! i hope we continue to become close in the new year!

@tcnystcrrk : thank you thank you thank you! i’m so happy we met and i feel so lucky to get to write with you. my steve just gravitates to your tony. you’re actually the only tony i’m properly active with. i just love plotting and writing with you. you’ve been so kind and excited and it’s made me so happy. i hope to write loads with you both ic and ooc in the new year. stay frosty.

@heyqxeens : beep boop. we don’t write a lot, and that’s mostly because i’ve been hella busy and whatnot. but, i love your peter. even without writing with you i’ve been heavily enjoying reading your other threads. honestly just the fact that you're on my dash makes a huge difference in my tumblr experience. also, we still need to do that thread where they both work at the bugle lol. hope your new year is full of fun.

@hcpefell : nyxie. again, i’ve been bad at keeping up bc life is super hectic right now but thank you so much for being part of the harder part of this year. the second half really took a lot out of me and meeting and writing with you really helped! i love how you write gwen and steve adores her. thank you so much!

Honorable Mentions: (a.k.a. those i stalk)

@stolenparticles : so hi! i’ve been following you since even before i had steve i believe. even when i never thought we’d write together (bc of the vastly different fandoms) i still needed to follow you. cassie is such an interesting and complex character and i love to see someone taking her and just running with it. i love to read all your threads on the dash, it’s always such a good time.

@stormweathered : we’ve chatted here and there, but i low key am IN LOVE with your characterization. your thor is so beautiful and on point! i read all of your answered memes when they show up because your writing is just so impressive. one day i’ll stop being a potato and actually get to work on saying a proper hello.

@kendolled : SOOOOO... i lowkey stalk your blog daily! you’re right up there with @ivorysatin making me want to remake charles. every single time i read your replies alli can see is mr. archibald. i swear, you encompass him so well. ive been rewatching gossip girl for the past seven months or so (bc im slow and easily distracted) and trust me when i say your nate is spot on! i read literally almost everything you post because it’s so perfect!

@spidaeyaunt : so i lowkey adore you. all the love and devotion you put into may is inspiring. i love reading your headcanons and i adore your threads with tonys and peters. but i think the big reason i follow you is your personality. i love seeing your ooc posts on the dash and your tags always make me laugh! keep it up, you cool cat.

@exposestruth & @smallvxlle : i grouped you together because i found you through each other. smallville was such a huge and important part of me growing up. it will forever be one of my top three shows. having both of you bring these characters to life has meant everything. makes me totally miss my ollie every time i read your individual threads. plus all the smallville gifsets on my dash make me SO HAPPY!

@moqul : omg! your cat is FLAWLESS! i love reading your headcanons and your tags are always so freaking hilarious! i laugh so much whenever you’re on the dash and it’s something i value so much. i love supergirl so much, i played kara for a while and i still play barry (since hes a cw super) and your cat is just perfect. i don’t think anyone else could do her the kind of justice you do.

@hakune : OH MY GOD!! your steve *holds chest* I just love him so much. you write so well and your passion for our boy comes through so clearly. i love reading your threads and just watching you interact on the dash is a blast. keep up the good work, fellow steve.

@madebythejungle : you are so fucking talented, wtf? to take such a cool and interesting character and just explode him into life is so impressive. i love reading your stuff whenever i come across it on the dash. one day i’ll get up the courage to actually come say hi, but until then have this little thank you. thank you for making my dash that much better.

#°♡° magnus bane owns my soul | ooc #°♡° i know this neighborhood | save #thank you all so much #(i didnt proofread it but what else is new?)

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blackfen · 5 years ago

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(i never send writing prompts so idk if this is too specific or anything, im sorry!) perhaps something where (trans man)link hasn't visited zora's domain in a while and finds himself chasing a star piece there. he climbs rutala dam to retrieve it just before sunrise and finds sidon in the reservoir?

This one got a bit long

Why did these damn things always fall so far away? Why couldn’t they fall right in front of him for once? But no, it had to be over miles away, in some random location that was difficult to reach on foot and even more difficult to track from just looking alone. Didn’t help that the stupid things only fell during the night, too. He was half tempted to ask Purah if there was any way to add a specific tracking function for star pieces to the Sheikah Slate since the regular one didn’t seem to work on those weird hunks of rock. Would definitely make it a whole lot easier to track the stupid things down, rather than just wondering around for hours, trying to figure out where that strange beam of light was coming from exactly.

Huffing and puffing, his sweat-drenched clothes clinging uncomfortably to his overheated skin, Link hauled himself up the mountain’s face, keeping a wary eye on the ominous looking clouds forming overhead. In any other scenario, he wouldn’t mind a little bit of cooling rain but considering he had just spent the past hour making his way up, the last thing he needed was for things to become slippery. Knowing his luck, he’d probably go plummeting towards the bottom and have to start all over again. The thought alone was give him a burst of energy. He had already been putting aside safety for the sake of speed but as those dark clouds rolled in close, safety didn’t have a meaning in his mind. Bolting up the rockface, finding whatever crannies he could to stick his toes and fingers into, Link finally made it to the top just as the first raindrop plopped down heavily on his shoulder. A few seconds later, it was pouring. The sound of thousands of droplets of waters slamming into the smooth rock filled up the otherwise silent night. A sharp wind began to blow, whipping his loose clothing.

Sighing gratefully, Link tilted his head back to let the rain fall onto his hot face. It was going to make it a lot harder to find the star piece but damn, did it feel good. Reaching under his shirt to tug the restrictive layer of thick leather around his chest back into place, hating how disgustingly soggy the stupid thing got whenever it got hot, he pulled his hair out of a ponytail then redid it to get all of the hair out of his face. Giving his head a shake, he set off, keeping the bright beam of light piercing through the grey haze straight in his sights. Sunrise was only a short while away. The cloud cover to the east was tinted with bright spots of pink and red. The world was gradually becoming lighter. If he didn’t hurry, all of his hard work was going to be for nothing. After a few steps, though, something else caught his attention, bringing him to a halt, despite his initial rush. He hadn’t really been paying attention to where he was doing. All of his focus was on the star piece. When he caught a flash of familiar red out of the corner of his eye, his attention immediately shifted. Turning, his eyes widened in surprise. It seemed in his trek, he had managed to not only wind up in the Domain but right next to the Rutala Dam. A heavy mist hung over the water’s surface but there was no mistaking that red.

Sidon. The Zora Prince swum in wide, lazy circles, seemingly more out of the enjoyment of just being in the water, rather than for exercise and sport. Link’s heart jumped a little in excitement at having stumbled across him. It had been a long while since he was last in the Domain, probably somewhere close around two months. Trying to calm the Divine Beast Naboris was taking up a lot of his time. What free time he had left was usually spent trying to hunt down resources or locate shrines, neither of which were the easiest things in the world, leaving him with no time to do the stuff he actually wanted to do. Granted, lately, there was only one thing he really wanted to do. After calming Divine Beast Ruta, he spent probably way more time than he should have in the Domain or, more specifically, with Sidon. They romped all over the mountains, swam in the rivers, explored and just…did normal stuff. It was fun…peaceful to be around him. Ever since he awoke in the Shrine of Resurrection, everything had been so turbulent, so chaotic but with Sidon, he finally felt like he could breathe. Leaving the Domain, leaving him, seeing in those bright, golden eyes just how much Sidon didn’t want him to leave, that had not been fun.

To take his mind off how much he didn’t want to go, he had thrown himself into calming Naboris and now, weeks had passed since he’d last seen him. The loneliness that had been dogging him ever since he set out from the Domain came back in full force, nearly knocking him over onto his butt. Link glanced over at the bright shaft of light piercing up through the heavy rain. Screw it. There would be other star pieces. He wasn’t going to pass up on spending time with Sidon over some stupid rock. Turning his back on the light, he quickly (and carefully) darted down the slope leading into the reservoir. Came close to slipping a couple times but finally made it to the water’s edge. Skidding to a stop, he waved his arms to try to get Sidon’s attention. No good, he was too involved in his swimming to glance over at some random area. Glancing around, Link spied a good size rock lying a few feet away. Picking it up, he reared one arm back and chucked it hard at a spot a few feet away from Sidon. It hit with the water with a loud splash, instantly catching the Zora Prince’s attention.

Coming to a stop mid-cycle, Sidon looked to where the rock had plopped into the water then glanced behind him, in Link’s direction. A huge smile spread simultaneously across this faces when blue met gold.

“Link!” Sidon cried out excitedly, raising one arm in a enthusiastic wave. Darting underneath the water, becoming a red blur beneath the surface, Sidon ejected himself from the water like a missile, performed a rather extravagant flip in mid-air and landed gracefully beside him. Before Link could sign anything, he found himself gathered up in a soggy, firm embrace, crushed to Sidon’s broad chest. A flush of brilliant heat flooded into his face. Eyes widening in surprise, Link hung there limply for a moment, too startled by the sudden, out of nowhere hug, then relaxed into Sidon’s hold. Gods, it felt so good. When was the last time he had been hugged? Must’ve been over a hundred years ago…literally. Pressing his cheek to Sidon’s smooth skin, Link’s eyes fluttered closed. Suddenly, he was reminded of just how exhausted he was - wrapped up in Sidon’s secure hold, enveloped in his scent and warmth, he found himself unable to open his eyes, the seductive lure of sleep stroking its lithe fingers over his mind.

“It is so good to see you.” Sidon murmured, the pleasant rasp of his voice pulling him out of the sleepy haze, “I’ve been worried about you.”

The position they were in wasn’t exactly making it easy to talk to him. As much as he didn’t want to be released from the embrace, they needed to change some things around so they could talk to one another. A little bit of a wiggle was enough to indicate to Sidon that it was time to put him down. With an obvious air of disappointment, the Zora Prince lowered him back to his feet and stepped back a little but didn’t relinquish his hold. Dropping down onto one knee so they were at near enough eye level with one another, his large hands remained on Link, keeping them close enough that when he started to sign, he only had the smallest amount of space to do so.

‘Sorry to have worried you. It is good to see you too!’ Link hesitated for a moment then added with a sheepish smile, ‘I wanted to come back to the Domain but it has been really hard to calm the Gerudo Divine Beast.’

“You haven’t been pushing yourself too hard, have you?” Sidon asked, concern clear in his bright, golden eyes. The rain had subsided to a soft drizzle. Insects began to chirp and buzz as the sky continued to lighten. “I know so much lies on your shoulders but you have allies here. If there is anything I can do to help, all you need to do is ask.”

‘I know,’ Link signed, the tips of his ears tingling with pleasant heat, ‘thank you. Don’t worry, though, I’ve got this!’

“I’m well aware of that, my friend but it is unfair to expect one person to do so much. I wish,” Sidon stopped, his expression becoming conflicted then sighed, shaking his head slightly, “I wish there was more I could do to help.”

Link couldn’t keep the expression surprise of his face. Before he had time to fully react, Sidon gave his head another hard shake, his fin swinging and offered a toothy grin, straightening up, “My apologizes, we haven’t seen each other in a while and the very first thing I do is mope. Come along, my friend! Have you eaten? Slept? I’ll-”

The barrage of words came to a halt when Link reached forward to grab hold of Sidon’s hand. Pausing, the smile fading a little, Sidon looked down at him curiously. There was no hint of the conflict, of the sadness that there had been earlier. Staring up at him, Link studied his face for a moment then stepped forward, gesturing for the Zora Prince to kneel down once again. Cocking his head, Sidon did so, curling his large fingers around Link’s significantly smaller hand. Offering a small smile, as though he knew Link wasn’t just going to let that go, Sidon opened his mouth to say something but he beat him to it.

Regrettably pulling his hand away, Link signed, ‘You do help. You help me more than you know by just being here. There’s nowhere else that is as peaceful, as safe as right here. I don’t have that anywhere else. That is how you help.’ He paused for a moment then smiled, ‘You make me feel safe. That’s a pretty big accomplishment, in my opin-’

Sidon abruptly jolted forward, bringing his face close to Link’s. Their lips bumped together in an awkward, clumsy kiss that lasted less than a second. Face burning, his mouth hanging open stupidly, Link stared up onto the Zora Prince’s face as he yanked back, his golden eyes stretched open wide, a bright tinge of blue dyeing his cheeks. A pleasant fluttering filled up his stomach. His chest felt oddly tight. Even with the rain having cool down the air around him, he was burning hot enough, it was remarkable that the remaining water hadn’t turned instantly to steam. Kiss-! Sidon had just-!

“I’m sorry.” Sidon sputtered, “I’m so sorry, Link. I just-I was only-I..I…”

His lips were tingling. Slowly reaching up, his gaze sliding away from Sidon’s embarrassed expression, Link pressed the pads of his fingers to them. He blinked once, twice, his breath coming slow and steady then looked back up to Sidon. Ah…so that was what it was. In hindsight, it felt obvious. This…he hadn’t felt like this about anyone before. Not even Zelda, who was so near and dear to his heart, hadn’t been able to make him feel this warm, this happy, this…needy.

Raising his hands, he sighed, ‘Again.’

“Huh?”

‘Do it again. Please.’

Sidon somehow managed to flush an even brighter shade of blue. Audibly swallowing, he dipped down, cupping Link’s face in the curve of his large hands. Letting his eyes fluttered close, Link sighed softly when Sidon’s smooth lips pressed once more to his own. Curling his fingers around his wrists, Link pushed back up into him. It became immediately obvious that neither of them knew what they were doing. They clumsily moved against one another, only doing what felt right. He could no longer smell the wet earth and the still falling rain; every breath he pulled in was pull of Sidon’s scent. A unfamiliar taste bled into his mouth, slowly overwhelming his tongue. Salt, something fruity and something a little bit bitter. The taste of Sidon’s mouth - a strange pang of heat reverberated out from the base of his belly at that realization. Warm breath brushed along his skin as Sidon exhaled. This…it was divine, he never wanted to stop kissing him but, all too soon, the Zora Prince pulled away.

“I’m assuming,” Sidon said slowly, gazing down at him with heat-hazy golden eyes, “that this means you’re not upset that I kissed you?”

Link slowly shook his head, feeling a little dizzy, ‘Again.’

Sidon laughed softly, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose, “Come back to the Domain with me and get some food, some sleep and I’ll kiss you all you want.”

Snorting, Link quirked a brow, ‘Like I’d say no? I wanna go but one more to hold me over until we get there.’

Laughing once more, Sidon did as he asked, dipping down for a quick, sweet kiss before gathering him up into his arms. Snuggling close, feeling lighter and stronger than he had since he left the Domain, Link rested his cheek on Sidon’s shoulder. Watching the scenery pass as they made their way back down into the Domain, Link realized there was a little bit of an issue with how things had turned out. Naboris was still waiting to be infiltrated and freed from the Calamity’s grasp but he wasn’t so sure he would be able to extract himself from the Domain anytime soon. Sighing softly, Link curled his arms around Sidon’s shoulders.

Oh well, he would figure out some sort of solution. He always did.

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traincat · 5 years ago

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ik youve talked about civil war before, but i wanted to ask you specifically about mj and aunt may urging peter to unmask. do you think that was in character? it felt a little out of, for me, but maybe it was just too rushed. im not sure. i trust your judgement!

If I’m being honest, I think it’s difficult to discuss a lot of characterization in Civil War as in character or not in character because it is an event that does just use its characters like dolls, moving them around the plot for the desired story instead of looking at the characters and carefully considering who would be best for doing what within the trappings of the plot. (There’s also the fact that I believe Civil War’s Peter unmasking scene was written already knowing the Brand New Day reset button was coming, which meant that people were just like WE CAN DO WHATEVER WE WANT because the consequences were going to go out the window very shortly.) One of the facts is Civil War doesn’t take place that long after Marvel Knights Spider-Man #1-12, a story all about how dangerous it is for May and Mary Jane if Peter’s identity is known to his villains, so the whole premise is on shaky ground from the start, because Peter just had an example of how this goes on a much smaller scale.

For May and Mary Jane, I can kind of rationalize things. I agree no matter what that it’s pretty rushed, but I’m not sure taking more time to build it up would’ve necessarily helped – sometimes rushing through event build up instead of taking more time saves you on additional iffy characterization. But with May, I think it’s important that she only very recently learned Peter is Spider-Man and she’s still coming to terms with things and no matter how hard Peter is trying to be honest with her, he’s spent half his life trying to shield her from the reality of his being Spider-Man, and that’s not an easy habit to drop completely, so there might be aspects of that reality she hadn’t fully considered. (Although, again, she had just been kidnapped and buried alive not that long ago by Norman Osborn, so you know, this isn’t an argument that holds a ton of water.) Mary Jane, on the other hand, is probably the character who thinks the most about the dangers involved in Peter’s being Spider-Man. I think with both of them though the argument could be made that they’re living with the Avengers at the time, with superheroes who have public identities and a lot of resources and money, and that they’ve sort of all bought into the illusion that if Peter is allied with the Avengers and unmasks the Avengers have the resources – and the reputation – to mitigate the worst of the dangers. And to be fair, they might have, if Civil War had gone very differently. It’s a pretty tempting idea to dangle over all three of their heads, especially after the years and years of secret keeping and covering and withholding information, the idea that Peter could just be open about the entirety of his life and the ways that would free up Mary Jane and May, too. I think ultimately Mary Jane especially should’ve known better than to believe the fantasy could work, but I think it’s also understandable what a tempting fantasy and how all three characters could want that.

(Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #7)

There’s also the fact that Peter had just basically died on Mary Jane and May, which could account for everyone maybe not making the best decisions in the world, emotionally – an “if Peter wants to unmask we should just be glad he’s alive and go along with him” kind of deal. They both trust Peter’s instincts a lot, too, which, unfortunately at the time, Peter wasn’t doing the same:

I have this marked down as “Civil War” which is not helpful because I’m pretty sure it’s from one of the ASM prelude issues. (I don’t reread Civil War very much.) Anyway, that feeling, Peter, would be telling you not to take off your mask on national television.

Like I think it’s an interesting exploration to pick apart everyone’s actions at this point and try to make them work in the bigger picture of Spider-Man canon, but it’s also frustrating because it’s very much “this is happening now” and all the characters just act in accordance with that.

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ladytauria · 6 years ago

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1. Okay so this isn’t so much me giving you a prompt as much as me getting an idea for Jinmay character exploration off my chest. Chiro and his team are flung into the future. There is basically nothing. Shugazoom is a wasteland of ruined buildings and what little people remain are cliches from most Apocalypse movies. The one colony of quasi-civilisation is a casino-bar-thing? Run out of the super robot. Jinmay runs it.

2. She has not aged and she is not the sweet girl any of the team remembers. We see a broader spectrum of her personality and what living that long has done for her. Chiro realises they have an exp. date and can’t handle this. The rest of the team is torn cuz they know they are in a boat similar to Jinmay and remember the friends they know they’ve out lived. Jinmay is a badass and terrifying as the years as Shugazoom sole protector has sharpened every skill the team split between the 6 of them.

3. Some how this future trip leads to like a tuff split between Chiro and Jinmay they get back to the present&he takes longer (mnths&adventures later) than he should to actually get guts to explain the future 2present Jinmay&it’s hard for both of them. It’s this moment of maturity growth that they hate&need. Jinmay sets out on her own&develops her skills that on various adventures the team gets to see everynow&again. Jinmay is a strong STRONG ally the team cherishes.

4.Jinmay BREAKS UP WITH CHIRO I forgot to make that clear a sec ago! He wants to make it work&he is the one holding onto her cuz he believes him being n the present can “fix” jinmay’s future. only reason he confessed all this to her is cuz she forces it out of him(months&adventures l8r I remind you)jinmays skills grow cuz she throws herself on solo adventure aftr solo adventure gettin Chiro’s immature bullshit out of her head. they reconcile&become friends n the end and theyre both better for it

5. Its a big long story that I’m too lazy to write cuz i see it being an over arching story over the course of multiple multiple episodes and I got a real world job to go to most days!! Like I said I was gonna tweak this to make it an actual prompt but no... no this is a full on plot idea I have that I wanna be cannon but will NEVER GET CURSE YOU DISNEY!!!!!

okayokayokay

THIS IS AMAZING

it has so much that i love

lifespan angst??? check. badass jinmay?? check. character development for jinmay?? check. jinmay in general??? check. chinmay angst?? check. TIME TRAVEL???? check. dark/grimdark/whatever futures????? CHECK.

you have no idea how BADLY i want to write this, ‘non. this is FUCKING AMAZING and i love to pieces. i want to play in this universe. i want to live here. i can barely keep up with the fanfics i have going because of my original novel. but fuck if this isn’t tempting as hell.

if you happen to get the time, between ur life and ur full time job, PLS PLS PLS feel free to rant about this to me because I LOVE IT.

for now imma like. keyboard smash my thoughts at you, oki?

ALRIGHT. lets shove this bitch under a cut bc I KNOW its going to get long.

OKAY SO FIRST OFF for whatever reason i was imagining future jinmay in a redux of her hills have five outfit??? ((aka my FAVORITE jinmay outfit, mmm)) like maybe still black or maybe with some more brown it in it to kind of match the gritty landscape. her skin the robotic color it turns when she goes into her fighting mode, since she’s been living like that this whole time. her eyes all glowy and green. maybe some upgrades to her weaponry??? heart beam, check. maybe she has like. a mandarin-type/lightsaber esque sword she can turn her hand into??? i dunno

okay so now that i’ve babbled about character design

im getting this tough, rough and tumble bartender vibe from her???? other survivors don’t dare fuck with her. there are no fights in her bar. it’s the cleanest most well run bar in the apocalypse.

even though she’s a lot more jaded and bitter i see her employing people who are down on their luck. girls who need a safe place to stay, parents who need a place for their kids, etc. the super robot is a safehaven because that’s her way of honoring their legacy--and also, even though she’s a lot... rougher than she used to be? she’s still got that kind, kind heart.

she ends up reminding chiro of nova a bit, i would think. a nova with a lot more jagged edges. a nova if mandarin had remained the leader, perhaps. a nova who was thrust into the role of protector on her own, maybe. anyway.

i feel like she might be a bit condescending and such towards chiro??? because like as much as she misses him she a) doesn’t want him to break her heart again when he leaves and b) also sees him as a lot more naive and young than she used to. which i imagine would rile him up. so they actually end up fighting which is SO WEIRD for chiro. older jinmay remembers fighting with him as she got older/learned more about herself. but chiro??? has no clue??? what to do with this??? especially since jinmay isn’t pulling punches with him.

the monkey team she probably gets along better with. maybe antauri is still hanging around too so she has some fondness/sympathy for him.

ugh

*i love this so much*

though i would like to stop picturing it like the wild west part of evil ages, thanks brain

#srmthfg #super robot monkey team hyper force go #jinmay #chiro #lovely anons #asks and answers

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bigskydreaming · 6 years ago

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Whats Nightwing and Deathstroke's dynamic? Why does it make you wince? Im not very familiar with it.

Nightwing and Slade actually have a really interesting and compelling dynamic in a lot of ways, that can be really good when written well and really terrible when not. My biggest issue is it is that its not sexual in the comics (Slade is a good thirty years older than him) or in other adaptations that have a version of it, like the Teen Titans cartoon. But fandom being fandom, Dick/Slade is a bigger ship than like, half his actual canon ships, so any new take on it always comes with a big sigh at all the new Dick/Slade shipping that’s gonna crop up or have a resurgence cuz of it. And I’m annoyed enough with YJ right now that I’m not giving them the benefit of the doubt that they’ll do anything new or interesting with it that’s worth having to wade through pages of new Dick/Slade noncon in the months afterwards. Its a ship that generates a lot of non-con fic in particular, or at least my old favorite, ‘dubcon’, with the dubious part of the consent referring to the fact that it usually involves mind control or brainwashing, both tropes that show up a lot in their interactions anyway. (Not that there’s anything dubious about this NOT allowing for consensual anything, just that people love to call it dubcon because….fuck if I know).

But anyway….in the comics, Deathstroke is a mercenary who’s one of the Titans’ earliest and most iconic enemies. Though at various times and depending on who’s writing him, he’s sometimes an antihero and even a semi-trusted ally of the Titans (usually with Dick specifically), other times a villain but with his own personal code of honor that means he won’t help the Titans or other heroes but he’ll refuse to take jobs that would pit him against them, and other times he’s full on remorseless and sadistic villain who hates them all and wants them all dead.

He also had three kids, his son Grant (the first Ravager), his younger son Joseph (Jericho) and his youngest, their half-sister Rose (the second Ravager). Basically, the first time he interacted with the Titans was when the supervillain group HIVE put out a contract to have the Titans all killed. Slade turned them down cuz of his personal honor code and how young the Titans were, but his son Grant accepted the contract in exchange for HIVE giving him superpowers to help him fulfill it. The process didn’t work right though, and when fighting the Titans, Grant’s powers overloaded and killed him.

Slade blamed the Titans for this, and vowed to finish the contract and kill them as some twisted way of honoring Grant. He doesn’t do Logic so good, well no, its more like he doesn’t really do parenting so good, as in he tends to have fuck all to do with his kids 364 days of the year, but then something bad happens to one of them and suddenly he thinks he’s Dad of the Year and going 0 to Homicidal in six seconds flat is the way to make up for all the times he’s let them down or screwed them over, instead of just…not Doing That.

So Slade recruited a young meta named Tara Markov (yup, that one) and trained her as his apprentice specifically to help him get revenge on the Titans. At his prompting, she joined the Titans as a spy for him, feeding him intel and plotting against them in one of the best known comicbook storylines of all time, The Judas Contract. It was up there with some of the X-Men’s best known stories like the Dark Phoenix Saga and Days of Future Past. (In the 80s actually, the Titans comic book was almost as popular as Uncanny X-Men at the time. Like way more than the Justice League. They were DC’s big hitters, popularity wise - specifically the lineup that for the most part was centered around Dick, Donna, Starfire, Beast Boy, Cyborg and Raven, with other members like the original Titans and later ones like Pantha and Wildebeest coming and going at various points in the 80s too).

Ultimately, Tara made her move and betrayed the Titans, enabling Slade to kidnap each of them one by one and turn them over to the HIVE….all except for Dick. In the meanwhile, he was approached by Slade’s ex-wife Adeline Kane - who has an equally all over the place dynamic with Slade, like sometimes she’s his worst enemy and other times she’s manipulating events behind the scenes to help him without him knowing, because she still loves him…it basically just depends on who’s writing her, same as with Slade. Also, Kane is Adeline’s maiden name, she’s distantly related to Kate Kane aka Batwoman in some extremely complicated manner I can never remember, but that’s mostly just trivia. I can’t remember a time its ever been relevant to a story, and it has nothing to do with Slade’s interactions with Dick.

ANYWAY. Point being, so Adeline, who blames and hates Slade at this time for their son Grant’s death, along with their other son Joey, seek out Dick and offer their help rescuing the Titans and defeating Slade. Joey is a metahuman as a result of Slade’s altered DNA (he has regenerative powers and is actually immortal, due to experiments the army did on him while he was a soldier). So Joey was born with powers although they didn’t activate until he was a young adult. His codename was Jericho and his power lets him possess peoples’ bodies. He’s also mute, and I’m half expecting him to show up in YJ fairly soon. If not this season then hinted at by the end of it. Also wouldn’t surprise me if they had plans to have him be gay in the YJ universe. He’s a character who was coded as gay practically from his debut. Joey/Dick is actually probably Dick’s oldest and most enduring slash ship, for the record.

So Joey works with Dick to rescue the Titans and defeat Slade, who’s captured and goes on trial for kidnapping the Titans. Joey ends up joining the Titans in the aftermath, and Adeline’s yay good, this was my Sekrit Plan all along, I did all this solely in the hopes that you would end up a superhero and have positive influences and not end up a murdering douchebag of flexible morality like your dad cuz fuck that guy, am I right Titans?

Did Adeline really just do all of that because she wanted her son to have more friends? Like…idk honestly it could go either way. Like….it IS the kind of thing she would do, tbh, so its as likely she was telling the truth as it is she just wanted to screw Slade one last time to avenge Grant and then was like hey if I take credit for my kid ending up a Titan now, I could probably play the “you owe me one” card later if I ever need to. Addy does like handing out “you owe me one” cards, just to be safe. Never know when you might need one.

The thing all this has to do with Dick is like, so it basically ended up being Dick versus Slade in the big finale, while Joey was rescuing the others and helping them face off against Tara. And for whatever reason - with multiple takes on this offered by multiple writers in the decades since - something about Dick just stuck with Slade and he’s had a kinda fascination with him ever since. Like he’s always talking about how much more he could teach Dick than what he already learned from Bruce, trying to convince him he’s got a killer instinct that Bruce just suppressed and its holding him back, blah blah, like saying he’s good, but Slade could make him great, so he surpasses both Bruce and Slade. TBH, he spends WAY more time obsessing about Dick and getting Dick to join him than he bothers paying attention to his own kids.

It really isn’t inherently sexual though, its a weird kinda pseudo father/son, pseudo mentor/mentee type thing. And its not entirely one-sided, because Dick at various times IS…tempted? Kinda? Like whenever Dick’s having some kind of crisis of conscience, or he’s pissed at Bruce or is questioning the effectiveness of superheroes or why they do the things they do or what does it all matter blah blah blah like omg I love you Dick, I really do, but sometimes you are such a drama queen, my god, blast some My Chemical Romance, experiment with drugs and chill out already, its not that deep. (LOL I kid. Well mostly). But point being, every once in awhile something happens that puts Dick in a funk and makes him second guess himself, and he spends like….a month being convinced he should reinvent himself as the anti-Bruce, that’s the solution, and this usually sends him in search of Slade except he’s always like ‘OH FANCY MEETING YOU HERE, THIS IS TOTALLY RANDOM AND NOT ON PURPOSE’.

And Slade likes to take any opportunity to try and convince him like BE A BAD GUY DICK, KILL PEOPLE FOR MONEY, ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE DOING IT. Except inevitably Slade does something that pisses Dick off and Dick snaps out of it and is like NO, IM A HERO AND THIS IS BAD, I REMEMBER NOW AND I’LL NEVER JOIN YOU, YOU’RE NOT MY REAL DAD I HATE YOU! And then they fight again, but with swords, not words, and then they’re like crap, we’re too well matched, this is going nowhere, you’re a worthy opponent, the only one I can truly respect, blah blah and then they call a breather and Slade’s like hey kid, wanna grab a beer and Dick’s like yeah but only if you promise not to kill anyone. And Slade’s like ugh fine.

And then Slade’s all, look kid, its been fun but its time you went home to your real family and your real life, this isn’t you, you’re a hero, I can’t try and turn you into something you’re not, its Wrong. And Dick’s like….umm yeah, I know, I literally JUST said that, how hard did I hit you? And Slade’s like NO SHHH, DONT TRY AND ARGUE, GO, YOU GO NOW, GO ON, LIVE YOUR LIFE, YOU DONT BELONG HERE IN THE DARK WITH ME, YOU’RE ONE OF THE GOOD ONES, GO BACK TO YOUR OWN KIND.

And Dick’s like no seriously dude, I already called my dad to come pick me up, what are you even on right now, are we having the same conversation?

Slade, sobbing paternally: I HAVE TO LET YOU GO, ALL I EVER DO IS HURT MY KIDS, I’M A TERRIBLE FATHER, ITS NO WONDER JOEY HATES ME.

And then Dick awkwardly slips out while Slade’s mid monologue, with his head thrown back yelling up at the sky and shaking his fists like WHY GOD WHY IS THIS THE WORLD WE LIVE IN WHY - because the thing about Slade is he’s actually even MORE of a drama queen than Dick, he just hides it better. Most of the time. But seriously tho.

Anyway yeah, this is like…a pattern with them basically. And Slade’s like, you’ve inspired me, I see in you the man I could’ve become, maybe even that I can still be, and he like doubles down on his personal honor code and becomes a Mercenary With A Heart for a couple years and even helps out the Titans every now and then (basically just whenever Dick’s in trouble and he goes on a killing spree, like NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO MURDER MY KIDS BUT ME - also by this point in time, Joey had died because Slade literally killed him, I forget why, it was a dumb story, but its okay Joey came back, its not like his name is Uncle Ben. But yeah, killing his kids is kinda a thing with Slade too, and he’s very proprietary about it).

And then he falls off the wagon and is like fuck, I forgot how much I like murder, ugh, you should have never tried to make me change, THIS IS WHO I AM, and Dick’s just like….I literally do not know where you’re getting these conversations from, like am I there when you think we’re having them, am I just blacking out…do I need to see a doctor??? And Slade’s like YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU EVER MET ME, GRAYSON, FROM NOW ON I AM THE TITANS’ MORTAL ENEMY and runs off all dramatically while Dick’s like…..wut, and all the other Titans are like srsly, dude, what is WITH you too, and Dick’s all I DON’T EVEN KNOW, HE’S JUST LIKE THAT.

In all seriousness though, ultimately my take on their dynamic is that for Slade, Dick’s a combination of seeing himself and Grant in Bruce and Dick’s dynamic, and its like….all about his regret and missed opportunities. Like, he tends to be super judgey of Bruce and critical of how he trains (and raises Dick) and passive aggressively like *I* would never do that and Dick just kinda lifts an eyebrow and is all, you’ve literally killed two of your three kids.

But like, Slade kinda views himself as the anti-Batman and thus Dick is inadvertently cast as Grant, but its like Slade can never decide if he thinks Bruce is actually holding Dick back from his full potential and he wants to push Dick the way he thinks Bruce refuses to, or if like, he blames Bruce for getting Dick involved in this life, the same life that got Grant killed, and wants to protect Dick from Bruce and from the same thing happening to him. So its this weird mix of Slade manipulating Dick sometimes and pushing him way further than even Bruce ever does and saying its for his own good, but also randomly mixed in there are these bouts of extreme protectiveness, and there’s like zero rhyme or reason to which he is on any given day and there’s never any way to predict where Slade will land and so it always fucks with Dick’s head in a big way, he’s like…I’m getting whiplash.

And then on Dick’s end, like, the thing about Dick like I’ve mentioned before is he’s a huge people pleaser? Like he’s a very empathetic caretaker type personality who sinks a huge amount of his identity into being everything for everyone, to the extent that he tends to lose sight of himself in the process, sometimes. And he’s also a perfectionist who was raised with the most demanding father of all demanding fathers ever, and has a lot of abandonment issues and insecurities that Bruce’s mutant power is to trip over and set off in the worst possible ways.

And so I think the reason Dick keeps seeking Slade out every now and then is not because he ACTUALLY wants to ever take Slade up on his offer and genuinely become his apprentice or partner and like, turn his back on how he was raised. I think the point of it for Dick is the fact that each and every time he ends up affirming for himself no, wait, this ISN’T actually what I want, I just needed to be reminded of that, to remember that. That he always pulls himself back before going too far. And at the same time, I do think on some level he likes that Slade is this kinda constant in his life, that at the end of the day Slade is like…so fixated on his potential and his achievements and his worth as a fighter and a hero, because like….Dick Grayson is a person who craves validation but will never ask for it ever.

And he’s one of those people who everyone is just so USED to liking without even thinking about it that it never occurs to them when talking amongst themselves about how great he is, that they forget to say this to his actual face? And so he never hears it? And never asks for it, because gasp, then people might think he’s needy, and that would be bad, so he mostly just goes and sulks in his apartment about how nobody likes him and he’s terribad. Except for Slade. Slade always compliments him on what a good fighter and what a good planner and what a good leader he is, so hmm wonder what he’s doing. He hasn’t committed any crimes in six months and I can’t find any reason to track him down and bring him in? Ugh, that asshole. Okay, ummm, I guess I could tell him I’m thinking of turning evil again, I haven’t done that in a couple years, he’d probably buy it.

And then later Bruce is pacing around the Batcave wrathfully shaking his fist, like “Damn that man and his sick hold over my son, if only I knew how he keeps getting his hooks into you!”

And Dick basically shrugs and plays games on his phone. “He mostly just tells me I’m special, and that’s nice to hear.”

Bruce, still pacing and ranting and fist shaking: “What kind of evil genius is he, how master a manipulator he must be to be able to get inside your head and upend your normal views of right and wrong, to make you entertain these ideas of working with him, learning from him…”

Dick: No its seriously just the saying nice things about me bit. I like that.

Bruce: If only I had a code word or phrase I could use to snap you out of whatever brainwashing he seems to be able to affect you with any time you come near him, perhaps some kind of alien tech….

Dick: You could try “I’m proud of you, son.” I mean if you’re taking suggestions.

Bruce: There’s also the possibility of a magical component to consider, blast, I hate working with magic so of course he WOULD do something like that, ugh I suppose I could ask Zatanna or Jason Blood for help there…

Dick: Cool cool, well this has been a fun and productive chat as always, so you keep doing…all that…and meanwhile I’m gonna go ponder my fixation on father figures who are 100% more committed to obsessing over their failures as a parent than like…actual parenting of their actual kids.

Bruce, ten minutes later: Dick? Where are you? DID SLADE GET TO YOU AGAIN? RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE? CURSE THAT MAN AND HIS UNNATURAL SKILLS, HOW DOES HE DO IT??!?

Anyway, that’s Slade and Dick. There’s also the whole Renegade thing, when Dick asked for Slade’s help in infiltrating the Society of Super Villains in his fake villain identity as Renegade, with you know, lots of Slade trying to corrupt him and also trying to murder any supervillains who looked as his not!son the wrong way.

And then there was the time Slade brought his daughter Rose to Dick to train and said he couldn’t teach her himself because his track record with training his kids and them not ending up dead is like, not good, and he’s superstitious or something? Idk, I forget his logic, it was probably bad though.

And Slade was like, I only trust you to be a competent teacher for my daughter, I want you to teach her everything you know! Except for like, being a hero. None of that nonsense. I FORBID you from trying to make my daughter into a hero or the deal is off. (The deal being that if Dick did this, Slade would not do crime in Dick’s city for a year).

And Dick was like, you got a deal. I will train Rose but there will be NO trying to make her a hero, I swear. /he said while crossing his fingers behind his back because duh.

And Slade was like okay, fine, you got a deal, I will absolutely still do crime and be villainous but only in every place except for Bludhaven specifically. /he said while crossing his fingers behind his back because duh.

And then Dick tried to make Rose a hero and then Slade blew up Bludhaven and that was definitely a thing, so…yeah.

In summation, Slade and Dick are weird but also very interesting but also if we get another rehash of the Renegade/apprentice arc aka the Teen Titans cartoon adaptation of that story aka the single most popular Dick Grayson fic trope of all time, like….I swear I will probably get a brain bleed.

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