#i like to give my supernatural creatures 'rules' for their appearance. like they all have to have certain characteristics

[stinkrascal]

hi! why are your mermaids like blue /genq. I find it unique Bcs I usually just see them look like humans I wanna know the lore!!!

the truth is i just like making colorful fantasy sims lol. but mermaids can resemble humans too, it depends on the mermaid. some look more humanlike and some look more fishlike 🐟

[anjelicawrites]

True love's kiss

Chapter I

Paring: Maleficent!Aemond Targaryen x woodland fairy!reader

Synopsis: during the christening of princess Aurora, Aemond curses her, in classical Sleeping Beauty fashion, unknowingly setting off a chain of events bound to change the course of his life, and yours.

Warnings: none.

A/N: reader is AFAB, they/them pronouns used.

Minors DNI, thanks

Once upon a time, there was a happy kingdom, governed by a wise king and a gentle queen, who had a beautiful daughter, princess Aurora.

Our story begins on the day of her christening, when you meet, and clash, with Aemond Targaryen.

You have heard of him, up in the woodlands where your kind lives and, obviously, expected him to be at the christening of the princess, the king and the queen having invited all the magic folks, as the rules of hospitality bound them to.

They didn’t and you can feel the worry ripple through the assembly, shushed whispers throughout the ceremony, all your combined magics buzzing, the fear slowly decreasing, only to explode when he appears, in a whirlwind of sapphire blue wind, while you all are bestowing the child with their gifts.

You’ve only heard stories, which did him no justice: it isn’t the fairness of his face, enhanced by the scar partially hidden by the eyepatch, or his imposing figure clad in black leather that takes you breath away, it’s the sheer magic power he exudes.

He was supposed to be diminished, as was his dragon, when the sapphire storing part of his magic was lost during the family feud known as the Dance of the Dragons, yet his energy seems capable of filling the room to the brim, drowning the collective one of the supernatural creatures of the assembly. You feel like chocking on it and on the hate you can sense coming from him, his tall body almost absorbing the light from the stained glass windows adorning the Royal Chapel.

“What an awkward situation.” He says, voice deep and gentle. “It seems like everyone has been invited.”

His one eye stares at the assembly and stops on the cradle, the small she-dragon perched on his shoulder.

“I had to come, Your Grace.” He continues with mock in his voice. “To give your lovely daughter my gift.”

“You weren’t invited because you’re not welcome here!” Shouts the king, and you are surprised by his courage, the other humans are shaking in their boots.

“Oh dear.” Aemond says, fake sorrow tinging his words, one elegant hand going to the silver latchings of his long, black coat.

“Please,” the queen, in her terror and panic, raises her hands in prayer. “Don’t be offended.”

The smile on Aemond’s face turns your blood into ice, it’s so cold and cruel, calculating and devoid of any feelings. You know something terrible is about to happen and your mother grabs your wrist to stop you from entering the crossfire.

“But I am not, Your Grace. And to show it to you, I shall bestow my gift on your daughter, regardless.”

His boots thunder on the floor as he heads to the cradle, uselessly the king calls for his guards to protect the child, a burst of magic pushes them against the wall as Aemond’s hand gently moves the heavy brocade covering the crib.

“Indeed,” he says echoing the words of another wizard, “Will princess Aurora grow fair and beautiful, wise and magnanimous, loved and cherished by everyone she will meet. But, on her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and she will die.”

The calm inevitability in his words clashes with the screams of anguish of the queen, who grabs the child in her arms, as if, in doing so, she’ll be able to protect her; the king stays rooted on the spot, like a statue, his face ashen.

“The curse has to be lifted.” You hear someone say. “There must be a way!”

“But there isn’t.” Aemond’s purple eye fixes on the magic folk. “No power on this earth will ever be able to counterfeit it.”

He is so calm, so collected, against the sea of desperation he must feel coming from you all, a smile on his graceful lips. He makes you mad, so mad that you evade the hold of your mother and, before anyone can stop you, you march towards him.

“I have yet to give the princess my gift.” You say, craning your neck to stare into his eye.

“And what that would be? You can’t be so mad to think your fairy magic can lift my curse.” He spats at you, Vhagar on his shoulder, blows small flames in your direction.

“I might be a small woodland fairy.” You walk until you are almost flush against him. “But I can still help.”

Without dropping your gaze from his, you lift your arm in the direction of the queen, who is still clutching the infant against her chest.

“I can’t lift your curse, but I can modify it.” You can feel his magic pocking at yours and elect to ignore it. “The princess will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, but she will not die. She will fall asleep, instead, and be awoken by her true love’s kiss.”

The joyless laugh that spills from Aemond’s mouth startles you, you were so focused on your own spell, to forget who you were facing.

“True love’s kiss! Then you truly want the child to sleep forever.” His voice is a deep rumble that you can feel in your chest.

“We shall see.” You retort, one hand lifted, ready to fight.

“We shall see indeed.” He says, grabbing it and kissing it, before disappearing again.

You are deaf to the voices around you, if it weren’t from your siblings shielding you, the crowd would have trampled over you in its desperate attempt to flee the Royal Chapel.

It’s much later, when the humans are all gone, but for the royal family, that you seem to be able to go back to yourself and realize the enormity of what you have just done and of what you are about to do.

“I want all the spinning wheels of the kingdom destroyed!” Thunders the king.

“And in the meantime? How will we protect Aurora, if he ever decides to come back?”

The fear in the queen’s voice breaks your heart, for all her gold and blue blood, she’s just a mother, who wants to keep her daughter safe.

“I can hide the princess until her sixteenth birthday.” You hear yourself say.

“What are you thinking?” The shriek from your mother makes you jump.

“Will you truly do that?”

There’s hope in the queen’s eyes that has you to focus on the situation at and, and on your own mother’s fear.

“I will, Your Grace.”

“No, you will not!” Your mother grabs your hand, but you force her to relinquish it.

“I already have a target on my back, as does the child, mother. I will find a place hidden enough to keep her safe, and myself. It is no use to bring his vendetta to our home.”

“But you’ll be all alone!”

The anguish in your mother’s voice! Your kind is known for living in huge families where no one is left the their own devices. You yourself are used to the flurry of voices and activities in the house, to not having a moment to yourself, always enjoying the company of a family member.

“I shall be fine mother.” You try to reassure her, and yourself. “I am fully capable of taking care of myself and of the princess. We will keep each other company and I will not be alone.”

Your mother knows you well, all your extended family does. They can see it in your eyes that you’re not going to back down.

“Let, at least, one of us stay with you.” Begs one of your brothers and you hug him tight.

“No. I can look after myself and, the less people we are, the less noticeable we’re going to be.”

Your family knows you are right, yet they still try to convince you to return home with them and forget about this awful problem. But you will not: you are not that kind of fairy and they know it.

Aemond taglist: @fan-goddess

[tatiablack]

THE BLACK VOLUME OF THE DEAD

CHAPTER ONE

LONDON

Remus nervously tapped his foot as he scanned the crowded dance floor of Pandemonium. A club notorious for hosting all manner of Downworld revelries and occasionally attracting clueless mundanes dabbling in the supernatural. So long as the Accords were upheld and no mundanes came to harm, it seemed all was fair game. As a Nephilim, it was their duty to maintain the peace between Downworlders and Mundanes. But here they were, James and Sirius beside him, on an unapproved mission to track down a rogue demon. The rooftop of the popular club was filled with pulsing music and neon lights, but Remus couldn't shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea.

"Found him," James suddenly exclaimed, snapping Remus out of his thoughts. He followed James' gaze to a figure with blue hair and shimmering skin making their way into the club without any trouble from the bouncer after all he looked no different than the hundreds of people here dressed as vampires and werewolves, it was Halloween after all. It had to be the Ravener demon they were looking for.

Ravener demons are sinister creatures known for their shapeshifting abilities and insatiable hunger for human flesh. These malevolent beings are cunning hunters, capable of assuming various forms to deceive and ambush their prey.

"We don't have permission for this, we could get in trouble!" Remus argued, but James just laughed.

Remus was supposed to keep an eye on these two idiots till The potters came back from Idres. There has been tension in the Downworld the past couple of months with the renewal of the accords approaching, The Clave seems to be ..well Remus wants to say tense but the Clave is always tense. But when they got a tip that there had been 3 mundane killings in the past week, Sirius and James decided that they simply couldn’t just wait for orders, and Remus Agreed, although he’d never admit it.

"We're Nephilim, Moony. We make our own rules," Sirius chimed in with a mischievous smirk.

Remus sighed as he realized he was outnumbered once again. They were already caught up in the excitement of the hunt, and there was no stopping them now. As much as he hated to admit it, Sirius had a point – demons needed to be dealt with immediately before they caused harm.

"Time to party," Sirius declared with a grin as they made their way into the club, ready to take down the Ravener demon before anyone else got hurt.

The trio weaved through the pulsing crowd, their movements calculated and synchronized as they made their way towards their target. The thumping bass pounded in Remus' chest, adding a layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere of the club. As they drew closer, Remus couldn't help but notice how the other club-goers seemed to instinctively move out of the way, creating a clear path for the Ravener demon they were after.

Its electric blue hair stood out even under the neon lights, giving it an otherworldly aura. But beneath its striking appearance lurked a dangerous energy that sent a shiver down Remus' spine.

“So what's the plan then, we can’t just attack it here in the middle of the dance floor. It will attract too much attention,” Remus Siad,

“Easy distraction, we lure it out,” Siris suggested

“Let me guess you wanna be the bait?” Remus raised an eyebrow, knowing Sirius's penchant for risky gambits

Sirius just smirked. Of course he is, Remus thought. He never could understand how Sirius liked to gamble with his life all the time, sleeping with Faeries, and Vampires, even though they should not be dealing with Downworlders to begin with, he never had the urge to follow rules anyway.

“May I ask how are you planning on doing that?” James asked,

“Watch and learn boys, even demons can’t resist my charm,” Sirius gave Remus a sly wink before he disappeared into the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor.

“He’s gonna be fine Moony,” James said

Sirius couldn't tear his eyes away from the Ravenor demon, its form adorned with mesmerizing blue hair. Beauty, even in the guise of a demon, captivated him. His mind drifted to the intricate art of shapeshifting, a concept that had always intrigued him deeply. The notion of being able to transform into anything or anyone stirred a longing within him, especially during moments of solitude when his inner turmoil became deafening. Yet, amidst his yearning, a nagging question lingered: If he could alter his external appearance, would it mend the darkness gnawing at his core, or would the emptiness within persist?

“A demon is a demon no matter how it looks”

Shaking off the tumult of his thoughts, Sirius refocused on the task at hand. It was time to charm a demon.

The pounding rhythm of the music enveloped Sirius as he moved with fluid grace on the dance floor, his body swaying in sync with the pulsating beat. Every step was a calculated dance, a seductive invitation to the Ravenor demon who watched him from the shadows. Sirius's movements were a language of their own, a silent promise of pleasure and danger intertwined.

Sirius glanced back at the bar where he had left Remus and James. James, ever the charmer, was surrounded by a group of humans in extravagant fairy costumes. Sirius couldn't help but wonder if one of them was an actual fairy or just a mundane dressed-up. But his attention quickly shifted as his gaze met Remus's across the room.

Remus's intense focus on him sent shivers down Sirius's spine. He was addicted to that look, which is why he threw himself into any situation that would draw Remus's attention to him. It wasn't easy to capture Remus's attention; Sirius still remembered how uninterested and aloof he seemed when they first met. As a Black, Sirius wasn't used to someone not being immediately drawn to his charm. He envied Remus's love for books, always seen with one in hand. And his painting room, off-limits to everyone but Remus. Sirius longed to be a part of Remus's world in some way. After many failed attempts, he discovered that putting himself in danger seemed to do the trick.

As he drew closer to the demon, Sirius's gaze locked onto its piercing eyes, a challenge and an invitation all in one. The demon's lips curved into a sly smile, mirroring Sirius's own playful smirk. They circled each other like predators in a mesmerizing dance, the tension crackling between them palpable even amidst the chaos of the club.

"Care to join me?" Sirius purred, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down the demon's spine.

The demon's response was a sultry laugh, a melodic sound that echoed in the dimly lit space. "I'm already enjoying the show, darling. But perhaps I could be persuaded to partake in a more private performance."

Sirius's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Lead the way, then."

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the demon's demeanor shifted, its grip tightening around Sirius's waist as it cornered him against the wall. It was then, in the dim light outside the club, that the demon's gaze fell upon black and appeared as if burned into Sirius's neck—a celestial rune, unseen amidst the club's darkness.

The demon recoiled its grotesque features contorting in shock and disgust. "Nephilim!" it hissed, recoiling further as if burned by the mere presence of Sirius. With a mischievous smirk, he quipped, "Oops."

The demon lunged forward in a rage, but before it could reach Sirius, an arrow pierced its shoulder and sent it stumbling back with a cry of pain. In the distraction, Sirius expertly wielded his whip and tackled the creature to the ground.

"What's the hurry? I thought we were just getting started," Sirius taunted with an unwavering smirk as he stood victorious over the fallen demon.

The air was thick and tense as the three Shadowhunters, James, Remus, and Sirius, stood in a triangle formation facing off against the Ravener demon at the backdoor of Pandemonium. The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the cobblestones, illuminating the trio and their demonic adversary locked in a deadly standoff.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at the large, imposing demon in front of him.

“What brings an ugly fucker like you here?” Sirius asked, his black leather jacket creaking as he crossed his arms.

The demon sneered and spat on Sirius's foot in disgust.

Sirius chuckled and put a hand over his heart. “Oh, you wound me.” he said sarcastically “I thought we liked each other.”

James rolled his eyes at Sirius's flirting and interjected, "Stop trying to charm the demon, Sirius."

"But he's such a handsome devil," Sirius smirked, emphasizing the word 'handsome.'

Ignoring Sirius's comment, Remus stepped forward and addressed the demon directly. "I assume you're not too pleased that your plans were interrupted," he said calmly.

The demon growled in response, but Remus continued undaunted. "Well, I'll make this quick for you." He drew out his seraph blade from its sheath. The demon's red eyes widened in fear as it recognized the weapon meant to harm creatures like itself.

"I have done nothing wrong." the demon hissed, its voice dripping with venom.

Sirius's thin lips curled into a disdainful smirk.

"Your very existence is wrong," he retorted, his words ringing out like shards of glass through the darkness. Remus couldn't help but flinch at the harshness in Sirius's tone, so different from the playful banter they often shared.

The demon winced in pain as Sirius's leather whip tightened around its form, eliciting a guttural growl of protest. "I was summoned," it confessed, its voice strained with agony.

The demon sneered, its blood-red eyes scanning the trio with malicious intent. Its slimy skin was a sickly shade of green and reeked of sulfur.

"I was summoned by one of you," it hissed,

James's hand instinctively tightened around his seraph blade, ready to strike at any moment.

"Shadowhunter summoning a Ravener demon?" James asked

Remus and Sirius shared a worried glance, knowing the repercussions if this were true.

"Hypothetically, if that were true," Remus began, "a Shadowhunter could only achieve that through forbidden rituals or by wielding dark magic."

"Which is strictly forbidden," Sirius interjected, his grip on his whip tightening as he glared at the demon.

"But they could do it with the help of a warlock," Remus added solemnly.

The trio exchanged alarmed looks at this revelation. Why would a Shadowhunter turn to such dark practices?

" for what?" James demanded, his voice laced with disbelief.

Sirius scoffed at the idea. "Who would be foolish enough to seek help from a warlock without the permission of the Clave, summoning a demon of all things? Its against the accords anyway"

The demon struggled to form coherent words, its breaths coming in ragged gasps as Sirius tightened his hold on the whip. Its bloodshot eyes darted around frantically before finally managing to choke out a name: "Riddle."

A chill ran down Remus's spine at the mention of the name. Riddle was a Rogue Shadowhunter who had been presumed dead for 10 years. His mastery of dark magic and disdain for the Accords were well-known among their world.

Sirius let out an incredulous laugh. "Not this again! Every time we capture one of you slimy fuckers, you claim Riddle is behind it all. He's dead, practically your neighbor!"

To their horror, the demon wheezed out a laugh in response, its eyes glinting with malice. "Death is not the end for those who dabble in darkness," it rasped, sending shivers down their spines.

Sirius raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Wow, I had no idea demons could be so eloquent. How interesting." He turned to Remus and James with a smirk. "Can we send it back to hell now?"

"Mock me all you want, but it's true. Riddle has returned," the demon confessed with a wheezy breath.

Remus furrowed his brow in confusion. What does that even mean? he thought to himself. How is that even possible? Riddle was supposed to be dead, and his followers were either deceased or imprisoned by the Clave. But as Remus's thoughts were interrupted by the chaos around him, he looked over to see Sirius strangling the demon with his whip, eyes filled with unbridled rage.

"He's coming back for his followers," the demon cackled, blood dripping from its lips. "He's back and he will kill you all." Its laughter bordered on madness. "Except maybe you," it said to Sirius, a twisted smirk on its face. "After all, your father was a faithful follower of his. How is he by the way? rotting still in that prison of yours? Can’t believe your people did not kill him, I wonder why"

Sirius stood rooted to the spot, his body quivering with a tumultuous blend of apprehension and rage. The demon's piercing red eyes bore into him with a ferocity that sent shivers down his spine. In a fleeting moment of distraction, the demon wriggled free from his grasp, its slick, scaly skin slipping through his fingers like water. With a guttural snarl, it lunged at Sirius with a vicious onslaught of claws and teeth, its breath reeking of sulfur and decay.

But Sirius was ready, deflecting each attack with swift and precise movements. James stood by his side, unsheathing his own Seraph blade with lightning speed to join in the fight. Remus notched an arrow in his bow, ready to aim. The demon slipped from Sirius's grasp and made a move towards Remus. With a steely resolve, Remus aimed at the infernal creature, his arrow trained on its beating heart. But before he could release it, Sirius's whip wrapped around the demon’s neck, coiling tightly and constricting its movements. With a grunt of exertion, Sirius dragged the thrashing demon to the ground, his grip unyielding and merciless.

Seizing the opportunity, James pounced upon the writhing demon, pinning it down with all his might as he drove his Seraph blade deep into its chest with a swift, decisive strike. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the night as the demon writhed in agony, its body crumbling to ash as the flames of destruction consumed it. The stench of burning flesh and sulfur fill the air. Exhausted but victorious, the trio breathed a sigh of relief as they surveyed the destruction around them.

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You can find the full chapter on TatiaBlack 🙌🏼

Make sure to like and repost 🙏🏻🫶🏻 this is my first time writing fanfic ever, please know that English isn’t my first language so if there’s anything weird just be kind 😭💕

[izzysarchivedblogs]

greer nelson. blog canon. please read.

OKAY. SO. Given my deep love of Greer Nelson aka Tigra; and having gone through all of her original appearances (re-reading west coast avengers at the moment); I want to draw back in some themes and give a distinct setting and idea for where her character is at with Marvel. This will be vastly headcanon, but it is my canon as Marvel ain't gonna give it to us.

If you read her original stuff with her as Tigra, before she gets put into Avengers; she's a were-woman, now she still will follow what her canon rules on transformation and in terms of her soul (wca agin) that holds true. She started out facing down supernatural creatures, encountering monsters; one of her first spotlights as tigra was in marvel chillers. tigra is a character tied to mystics lore of marvel universe. i need to find the panel, i think it's in new avengers, where dr. strange looks at all potential sorcerer supremes, and tigra is one of them (of many).

i write william as a secondary muse; since he is attached to me writing her mama, greer, and a major part of her character

PLEASE GIVE THIS LIKE IF YOU VIEW AND PLEASE VIEW. It is important to my blog canon, but I threw this under a cut cause it got long.

anyways, i want to bring back some of that older themes seen in greer's stories back into her canon. so here's what is what.

Remember Greer's apartment from New Avengers (2005) (click) -> well, to pull Tigra back into the mysticism of Marvel; her original New York apartment before he was forced to move, was a place to which she preserved Cat People artifacts (both Earthborn and the Land Within Cat People) as well as held onto other magical/mystical items. She also had personal effects of Dr. Joanne Tumolo, Professor Leon, and other Cat People who have passed on. -> After she had been assaulted and had to move on orders from the Initiative; her apartment was raided and all items stolen from her. -> Present day, she is looking to find these items and return them to hers to preserve; on the fact that some have historical and cultural value to the Cat People (especially consider most earthborn cat people are gone), as well as items being magical and thus, needed to be kept somewhere safe

GREER, MAGIC, AND MYSTIC AWARENESS -> While you could not go to Greer and ask her to cast a spell like Dr Strange, Wanda, or Loki. She still has strong senses when it comes to mystics and magic, about to smell magic cast, and has quite a bit of understanding due to her over the years accepting herself as Tigra, the Cat People's mighty protector and mystical warrior. She can use magical artifacts, after all her amulet is illusion magic that allows her to appear human again, and she has ideas that allow her to open the doors to The Land Within, to which she has a sense of direction towards where those are. She can tap into magic on specific occasions, and with training could possible even do spell work; as being Tigra, she is in tune with the mystic arts. She will still turn you over to Wanda or Dr. Strange or others who deal in the mystic arts, since she is still more warrior than magician.

HER BABY'S DADDY -> Holding true to comic canon, Greer does not inform her son or anyone/most people in general the truth about William's parentage. She upholds to the lie that Hank Pym is William's true father, and in a way that is true; he does share genetic makeup to Hank Pym. She will speak fond of Hank, though knowing his shortcomings and problems, because of her son. She refuses to give name or power to the truth; some of that comes from Greer not resolving her own trauma, but greatly comes from wanting to give her son something good to grow up on.

RAISING WILLIAM -> Given that her son is not human, and her own experiences with how people can treat Cat People? Curious, perhaps well-intentioned people reaching out to grab her tail, touch her fur, say something that was vaguely offensive, ask questions because she's not human, doesn't hide her power or who she is. Given her own experience, and know how overwhelming that can be on herself, and knowing how she reacts to a given situation say being grabbed (lashed out with claws), or snapping a no and being adult able to say no; she doesn't want that on her son, knows how children could be and does not trust other parent to teach their kids not to see her son has an object, a pet, a toy despite being a kid like them, their friend. William is homeschooled, because the options for non-human kids that aren't "mutants" and can't hide their non-humaness isn't the best.

SO HOMESCHOOL -> this means that a majority of Greer's time is spent with her son, gathering schooling materials and teaching him; now she does enlist a lot of her super friends, or people she can trust to watch him to give herself time to work or time away, as well as even "jokingly" enlisting friend to be "substitute" teachers, or help him do homeschool work he has laid out. Given that she has chose to take this route for her son's education, so that he can be fully accommodated to his needs and safe from people who don't respect a non-human's boundaries. This can leave her quite frazzled.

MIDNIGHT MISSION -> Following Moon Knight (2022) quite closely, with one addition to this; as she stated was sent by the Avengers (T'Challa) to keep an eye on Moon Knight, but does fully flip on that and simply finds herself involved in MK's work. She does consider herself to work with the Midnight Mission and for Moon Knight to some degree; helping out any of those who seek out the Midnight Mission and its services. She does this as a good friend to Marc, as well as because she does simply want to help people in need.

MIDNIGHT MISSION 2 -> Given that that the House of Shadows is presently inhabiting/tied to the Midnight Mission; Greer is very aware of the House's presence and power, given her mystic attunement, Greer does communicate to the House, mostly speaking kindly to it and thanking it for what it does; doing this in part so that the HoS treats her kindly, lets her in, and may in the future want to continue help and defend her, Moon Knight, and company.

INDEPENDENT WORK -> While the best way to contact Greer is through the Midnight Mission and that is where you would find her and meet her, if hiring her out (paid work; sorry, but the half-avengers pension is not as big as you think and she's a single mom) normally she will be met there, or around the area of the Midnight Mission. Greer does some independent work; typically her services tie to tracking people or objects down, finding lost and missing things, things that don't want to be found, as well various other related services to her using her senses. She has taken a few odder jobs like bounty hunting, but it's never with intent to kill. For the right price, she can do more within reasons.

MONSTER HUNTING -> Bringing back her monster genre themes, Greer would be an ideal for taking on hunting down monsters and cryptids; she's the survival, predator, and hunter instincts to track down and take down. She tends to be drawn to by mystic instinct and attracts monsters as well. Greer can and will take them down; again hired/paid service.

AVENGER? -> If a crisis arose and her number was called, than she would come but otherwise Midnight Mission is as much team work as Greer does. She's a single mom first as well, but she is not opposed to being an Avenger again; and still keeps in touch. After all, she had originally been spying for them.

Verse dependent, but I will occasionally run with Marc being Greer's boyfriend again as the new Moon Knight establishes. Anyways, these are somethings to keep in mind when writing with present day / present canon as well as my portrayal of Greer in general.

[silentspectres]

Would you be willing to elaborate on your wonderful vampire tags? What does the imaginary health system that caters to supernatural beings provide? How does it treat werewolves? Does healthcare mingle with environmental activism to provide adequate accommodation for dryads etc?

hi, yes, thank you for asking!! I love world building but it doesn't cross my mind frequently to share my characters or their world setting on this blog but I'm always more than happy to elaborate!

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To give some (hopefully brief) background on my world setting, magic and magical beings have existed since the world was born. Two ancient dragon deities helped mentor the eight elemental deities of the lands and civilization rose accordingly afterwards. These are all long past and thought of as simple myths or legends, with many modern people giving little thought to it anymore

Vampires and werecreatures in my stories have their own lore I won't really get into here, but I want to highlight at least both of these conditions were results of magic twisted beyond its original purpose, resulting in afflictions that can spread from person to person. Older vampires or werecreatures might have chosen their path willingly (which is, in part, why the magic twisted into an ultimately negative affliction/disease - they wanted ultimate power without price but still paid for it in the end), but it's more common in modern times for vampirism and werecreature-ism(?) to be as a result of accidents, etc. rather than by active choice

The newly appointed King (King Silent) of one of the last standing major ruling Kingdoms turned his focus into reforming outdated policies and poured more time and resources into aid for so many of the supernatural creatures displaced by the Elemental Wars decades prior. There had been half-assed attempts to "accomodate" them by the former King, but much of it was to save face, and he had no particular interest in doing it right or more than what was strictly necessary since he was human himself, but King Silent is a Shifter himself (magical, can both appear as human or as a cat) and grew up being one of the many let down by the state of his country

Background established sjsgk,

In reference to vampires specifically, the health system focuses on an effort to provide them with accessible blood through research and development of long-term sustainable synethic alternatives for those who are repulsed by their own nature/needs, as a solution to providing vampires a means of easily accessing their food at more convenient places outside of clinics, hospitals, or blood banks since it's difficult to keep blood products on shelves safely otherwise, or in cases of extreme emergency, if blood resources ever become scarce. Vampires can and do volunteer for clinical studies so that scientists and doctors can better understand their dietary needs and fortunately, for now, the aforementioned clinics, hospitals, and blood banks are able to distribute fresh blood to vampires and supernatural creatures who might need blood without much trouble. It's not widely practiced, but there's even instances of donors and volunteers who allow vampires to feed off them in supervised, medical settings, but honestly the medical field can only do so much in ways of stopping people from just freely offering themselves to vampires anyway and it's not wholly uncommon for a vampire to feed off friends/family/partners if they have their consent or otherwise have their own blood sources they keep on them. I'm sure this gave way to a lot of dorky well-meaning'd PSAs of doctors being like "PLEASE just be fed from safely if you're bitten." Healing magic is fairly commonplace so I don't imagine serious incidents happen frequently and thankfully it takes more than being bitten to turn someone into a vampire

There have been rise to clinics with specialized focus on various supernatural beings and it's generally good practice for the major hospitals to have doctors of differing supernatural races. Specialized equipment from race to race is sort of always being developed as data and studies are being compiled but a real effort is made to be as prepared as they can be for incidents involving at least the major species within the Kingdom

Werecreatures are not as commonly seen simply due to the fact the event that turns someone has a much lower survival rate, but werewolves are the most common species of werecreature. There's efforts made to give them safe houses, safe rooms, or provide travel to more remote areas during the times they're frenzied and beastly, though they're given access to things they can use to restrain themselves at home. There's not yet a general medication or treatment to help ease their frenzies, though there's researches who are trying to advocate for werecreatures' comfort during the moon phases, and most jobs provide accommodation for when they need to take off

and yes to your last question! It's a more recent development than some of the hospital reforms, but King Silent is a forest dweller himself and has made sure the forests and natural areas of the land around the kingdom are preserved and well-mainted. There exists an institution called the Agency of Angels (named so after "angelic" beings as known in this world setting who founded it) who have always had a focus in maintaining peace among different races. It ultimately was failing those it was meant to protect and uplift by having too strict of policies with little to no support given to beings with more unorthodox needs (such as vampires), but in more recent times there's been efforts made to decriminalize actions taken by desperate creatures (a starving vampire attacking someone, for instance) and instead provide beings of all kinds a place they can acclimate to their new environment, learn what's generally accepted within other supernatural beings' cultures, and in general help provide them with resources they might need (to survive or for comfort or otherwise.) This goes hand in hand with protecting environments home to beings outside of the major cities (like dryads) and restoration to sites and lands destroyed by the war or even by the previous lineage of Kings and is being fought for, especially since Silent's Kingdom is the largest of the remaining Kingdoms and has more refugees as a result. Architecture in the major cities too have tried to come around to mixing nature into their urban planning in more meaningful ways than just green spaces, so entities who otherwise dwell outside of cities have options more comfortable to them than stone/concrete buildings should they decide to relocate or need to relocate

[9mysterybook6]

My original idea for Silencestar's design

Fun fact Silencestar has Emerald colored eyes featuring a star on her left eye While Starscream has ruby colored eyes featuring a star in his right eye,

They can hide the mark on their eyes.

She's supposed to be a young twin sister of Starscream.

She looks like him But with Simple differences like an example.

The part color scheme is Green, not red.

She has small fangs Like a bat and a Tail (She can use her tail as a third hand And fight)

Always Silencestar wears lens green Smart goggles & a scarf. Fun fact She can use her scarf as a dangerous weapon & a tool bag.

She can hide her fangs and tail if she wants

Silencestar has supernatural abilities.

Silencestar loves to play the role of a mad scientist making strange inventions and chemicals

She likes to go out of the ordinary and one of them is Scrapio The ScrapHeap Silencestar found it while it was still in its egg, in an abandoned ScrapHeap nest So she took the egg with her secretly And she always talked to the egg And of course, You guessed it when Starscream discovered that his sister had egg of ScrapHeap He went crazy And Chasing Silencestar then They both kept quarreling They stopped when they heard a breaking sound And looking at It the hatched egg And a small creature came out of it

Silencestar Gently she held him and fed him a bottle Full of Iron liquid

After she finished feeding him, Starscream was Amazed and shocked By the behavior of his twin sister

Silencestar She said his name is Scrapio

She begged her brother Look at His eyes And she raised Scrapio in front of his face With her eyes like puppies

Starscream surrenders But it must be set in rules Because Scrapio Raises by Silencestar and Starscream. Scrapio is a genius And he has a microphone that translates his words even though doesn't need it Because Silencestar and Starscream understand him But in case Scrapio wants to talk to others Silencestar makes him a microphone

In the beginning Starscream didn't want to be attach to ScrapHeap But over time really cared for Scrapio

But of course no one knows Existence of Scrapio If others find out about him They will destroy him or They are experimenting on him

Silencestar hates Primus And always curses him and She doesn't believe in him

If you give her a chance to meet Primus she will jump on him and Attack him

she says If I die I never join the All Sparks.

Primus doesn't know how to deal with her Especially since She has a stronger power than him

Primus wonders where it came from And it feels strange that it's familiar but he can't put his finger on it

Interesting information: Unicron and Primus have a sister and she maintains balance But everything about her Existence was erased All that's left is There are 2 stars

When Starscream thinks he lost everything His personality and thoughts change He's not himself anymore but

before The series begins with events and Episode: Darkness Rising: Part 1 from Transformers: Prime.

Silencestar appeared to Starscream And she offered him an offer To get back together But Starscream refused Then the scene turns to

Later I will do a gacha video But I'm a beginner so it may take time so Wish me luck

[princeescaluswords]

If you were in charge of Teen Wolf, would you have portrayed the Wild Hunt differently or included them at all?

I already gave one possible alternative in my story No Better Tomorrow, and while I'm very happy with the way that story turned out, I've given the Wild Hunt in the Teen Wolf setting a lot of thought, and I want to thank you for giving me the excuse to talk about it.

To me, Teen Wolf was above all other things a bildungsroman, a story about children becoming adults, extrapolating the ubiquitous tension of assuming a new identity that each one of us goes through through lycanthropy and other supernatural manifestations. The Wild Hunt in the actual show served as a manifestation of the same fear of loss that Stiles expressed in Creatures of the Night (5x01): "How come when we graduate we're just expected to go our separate ways? If I've already found the best people in my life, why aren't I not trying to stay with them, you know?"

But in my revision, the Wild Hunt would serve as a manifestation of another pitfall on the way to adulthood: the refusal to grow up. It's tempting to try to hold on to the simplicity and safety of childhood, which is more understandable for these teenagers who were stripped of theirs. After all the things the characters had gone through, there might be a tendency to stay someplace where they wouldn't have to work through their trauma.

The Wild Hunt would be a specific fae court. They would keep the Wild West theme because their appearances change in accordance to their geographic location. In the 1943 flashback they would assume the dress and style of the early German Empire. And that's a clue to their motivation. Within the realm of the Hunt, time has no meaning nor does death, and while that has obvious advantages, it also has drawbacks. Without consequence, there is no victory. There is no tragedy, of course, but there is also no joy. So these fae have come up with a way to experience these things and thus fill their eternity: they Hunt. They track down humans with powerful experiences, abduct them, and drain them of the agony and the ecstasy until they're nothing more than husks.

What attracts them to Beacon Hills is, of course, Hauptmann Douglas. Back during World War II, he tried to control them; he tried to enslave them. To the fae, this is both offensive and highly, highly entertaining. They've been looking for him ever since, and while 70 years is a long time to humans, it's an afternoon's diversion. Once the arcane technology the Doctors were using to hide Douglas no longer functioned, they came and found things just as interesting: the True Alpha of this century, someone may be the only human to survive a nogitsune possession, a girl who spent eight years as a coyote, a Thunder kitsune, an undead werewolf, a Frankenstein monster -- it's a smorgasbord!

But above all, they find Lydia, an exceptionally powerful banshee. They would not consume her, for if she joins their number, she will provide them with a different perspective: forever! They cannot, however, just take her like they take the others. The Fae have few rules, but those they do have terrible consequences if they break them, and she is kin. She must consent to join the Hunt. That doesn't mean, of course, they can't play games with the end goal of getting her to willingly come along. And they love games.

While Lydia (and her relationship with Stiles) would be the focus of the season, all of the characters would, as they are taken by the Hunt, be forced to confront the trauma as the fae feed from their pasts. No show did terrifying hallucinations like Teen Wolf. Lydia will also be tempted to bargain with the Hunt, because the very nature is attractive. If she rides the story forever, she'll no longer have to face the possibility of screaming for the death of everyone she cares about, but she'll also lose what they bring to her. The pack will have engage in Courtly Intrigue, figuring out a way to win their freedom and the freedom of Beacon Hills from an enemy who they can't overpower.

I think it would have been very interesting, to say the least.

[waywardvamp]

So...what even is a wendigo?

Thanks in advance :)

Hello, kind stranger.

According to the lore presented in Supernatural 1x02, a Wendigo is:

"Wendigo" is a Cree Indian word. It means "evil that devours." They're hundreds of years old. Each was once a man, sometimes an Indian or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.[...]During some harsh Winter, a person finds themself starving, cut off from supplies or help -- becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp. Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities -- speed, strength, immortality. If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less-than-human thing. You're always hungry.”— Sam and Dean describe the Wendigos

But I am guessing that is not the kind of answer you are looking for when asking an anthropologist about a creature, is it? So let's dig deeper. But, beforehand, let's lay a few ground rules about the interactions in this post: everything explained here is seen through the lense of academic agnosticism. I am aware that several communities belive in the existence of wendigos and, as such, eveyone should be respectful. But respect doesn't equal an incapacity for discussion. And yes, I am fully aware that some people prefer the name of this creature to be censored on online discussion in order not to attract the creature, but I won't do so as I find word censorship to be innefectual in communication.

Now, let's lay down a term that is going to be very useful in this answer: cultural syndrome. A cultural syndrome is, as defined in the realm of medical anthropology, a psychosomatic syndrome that affects the member of an specific culture. Most cultures have this kind of syndromes. Hispanics and Mediterraneans on this audience (and many others) will be able to identify, for example, the evil eye. Or maybe the Italian tarantela. I also need to aknowledge here that I am in no way an expert in medical anthropology and my knowledge of this syndrome is nowhere near that of some of my colleges, so I want to recommend to anyone interested in the topic to do further reading and I am more than willing to give you a list of academic publications you can consult.

And now that we have this few ground rules (I am sorry, kind stranger, this is so long already), let's talk about Wendigo Psychosis.

Wendigo Psychosis is a cultural syndrome that affects the members of Algonquian cultures. But... What is it exactly? Well, in their culture the Wendigo is an spirit. One capable of possesing people (specially men), driving them to an insatiable hunger that eventually end up in cannibalistic desires. Now, and I need you to hear me out very carefully here: people affected by Wendigo Psychosis very rarely end up hurting someone. The person affected is aware of their condition and looks for the help of their culture's ritual and medical expert in order to be cured of the condition. Sometimes, this people end up commiting suicide to avoid harming others. As you can see, the fact that a disorder is cultural, doesn't make it "fake" in any way as people online tend to claim.

Wendigo psychosis often appears in periods were hunger is exacerbated.

As many cultural syndromes do, Wendigo Psychosis makes the person engage in what we call taboo behavious, which entail the breaking of cultural norms and boundaries (in the case of Wendigo psychosis, greed is one of those behaviours).

Now... What has media done with this creature and this syndrome? Well, it has turned it on its head, which many have rightfully called... Mishandling and misappropiation. Media like Supernatural and the horror game Until Dawn make cannibalism the first step instead of the last. In this media is the act of commiting cannibalism which turns the person into a monster (usually survival cannibalism. Yes, there are many forms of cannibalism and I will talk about that some other day if someone is interested). This media take the cultural syndrome and dehumanize it. But that is nothing new, as western cultures have been treating people who engage in cannibalism and both irredeemable and subhuman for centuries (while ignoring their own ritual and medical cannibalism, but that is a story for another day).

Supernatural and Until Dawn turn the victim into the monster.

And now I reiterate my apologies for any mistakes made and encourage anyone with further knowledge to, please, talk. I am eager to learn more on this topic.

I also apologise for any spelling mistakes.

[mysterybooks-world]

My original idea for Silencestar's design

Fun fact Silencestar has Emerald colored eyes featuring a star on her left eye While Starscream has ruby colored eyes featuring a star in his right eye,

They can hide the mark on their eyes.

She's supposed to be a young twin sister of Starscream.

She looks like him But with Simple differences like an example.

The part color scheme is Green, not red.

She has small fangs Like a bat and a Tail (She can use her tail as a third hand And fight)

Always Silencestar wears lens green Smart goggles & a scarf. Fun fact She can use her scarf as a dangerous weapon & a tool bag.

She can hide her fangs and tail if she wants

Silencestar has supernatural abilities.

Silencestar loves to play the role of a mad scientist making strange inventions and chemicals

She likes to go out of the ordinary and one of them is Scrapio The ScrapHeap Silencestar found it while it was still in its egg, in an abandoned ScrapHeap nest So she took the egg with her secretly And she always talked to the egg And of course, You guessed it when Starscream discovered that his sister had egg of ScrapHeap He went crazy And Chasing Silencestar then They both kept quarreling They stopped when they heard a breaking sound And looking at It the hatched egg And a small creature came out of it

Silencestar Gently she held him and fed him a bottle Full of Iron liquid

After she finished feeding him, Starscream was Amazed and shocked By the behavior of his twin sister

Silencestar She said his name is Scrapio

She begged her brother Look at His eyes And she raised Scrapio in front of his face With her eyes like puppies

Starscream surrenders But it must be set in rules Because Scrapio Raises by Silencestar and Starscream. Scrapio is a genius And he has a microphone that translates his words even though doesn't need it Because Silencestar and Starscream understand him But in case Scrapio wants to talk to others Silencestar makes him a microphone

In the beginning Starscream didn't want to be attach to ScrapHeap But over time really cared for Scrapio

But of course no one knows Existence of Scrapio If others find out about him They will destroy him or They are experimenting on him

Silencestar hates Primus And always curses him and She doesn't believe in him

If you give her a chance to meet Primus she will jump on him and Attack him

she says If I die I never join the All Sparks.

Primus doesn't know how to deal with her Especially since She has a stronger power than him

Primus wonders where it came from And it feels strange that it's familiar but he can't put his finger on it

Interesting information: Unicron and Primus have a sister and she maintains balance But everything about her Existence was erased All that's left is There are 2 stars

When Starscream thinks he lost everything His personality and thoughts change He's not himself anymore but

before The series begins with events and Episode: Darkness Rising: Part 1 from Transformers: Prime.

Silencestar appeared to Starscream And she offered him an offer To get back together But Starscream refused Then the scene turns to

Later I will do a gacha video But I'm a beginner so it may take time so Wish me luck

[beheadable]

PLEASE tell me about you and mr.B because he looks very interesting/platonic

Ugh I adore Mr. B to pieces he’s a special place in my heart 💙 I will gladly tell you about us! And thank you so so much for asking, got me squealing and kicking my feet ooooh where do I even start?

Mr. B Mr B . . . Man of my dreams . . . He’s of, some supernatural existence, the movie never tells us what exactly is up with him. Personally I headcanon him as being ‘demon adjacent’, feeding on the desires of humans, greed being one of the stronger types. Which, is why he runs a bingo hall, what better place to feed? He seems to cause hallucinations and such before he kills a victim, possibly able to bend reality to an extent? Green slime is something of a theme with him to, I’m, unsure what exactly it is, but it appears at the scene of any murder he commits. I imagine it is perhaps a result of him materializing places. Don’t take my word for it though .

My self insert, Marilynn, is this like eccentric artist that just feels disconnected from reality and his human identity, floats along fine in life but just feels off and kinda wrong. But Mr. B makes Mary feel right, makes Mary absolutely melt in his presence. To Mr. B, Mary’s love is sweet saccharine, cherries and cream. He’s always had a sweet tooth 💙 Mary bakes him things often, he likes pies and pillow cookies. But among the things Mary bakes, his love is the most delectable, and in complete abundance! Mr. B hasn’t needed to feed off of greed at all since his relationship with Mary, Mary sustains him just fine. But, that’s the thing about having a creature bf that feeds on the love you give, constant teasing and affection to the point Mary is simply constant mush in his presence. It’s nice though, the attention, Mary needs it. Our whole thing is like, like a waking dream. Mr. B’s presence . . . It’s otherworldly it’s unreal just being near him is like I’m floating on clouds .

We’re near inseparable nowadays. Always off doing something together, picknicks and or stargazing are a regular occurrence. Though nights spent in Mary’s room chatting into the wee hours are favored, enjoying the peace that comes with it (and cuddles of course) .

Neither of us are very dependent on the other despite how our relationship may seem, really it’s more we just can’t get enough of one another! Plus Mr. B is just endlessly fascinated by Mary, such an odd little human so enraptured by him, it’s ridiculously cute, and flattering, strokes his ego. And Mary is like, obsessed with him, Mr. B is his artistic muse so he paints him a lot and there’s sooooooooo much incomprehensible poetry that Mr. B just adores, he keeps pages in his pocket to read when they’re apart .

Mr. B still runs the bingo hall for fun, despite not needing it to feed. Often I’ll help him out, a pretty face to help call the numbers. I get to get alllll dolled up and cute and put on a show with him it’s so fun! At the end of the nights sometimes we’ll go out to dinner still dressed up and have a little date .

Though as dreamy as he is the one real downside to dating him is the slime. That green gunk left around after he visits via supernatural teleportation or whatever it is he does, materializing in Mary’s home. He’s not allowed to, has to visit like a normal human through the front door. It’s a rule .

[thesecrimsonstrings-if]

So we know a lot of things about vampires and dullahans now, but what about other supernaturals? I have many questions:--- How do witches work, and the hunters too? How are the hunters able to detect supernaturals? Are they all 'gifted' with the sight, if yes then is Tachibana has the same ability? How do demons and cambions work, do they all follow Hades since he is technically the God of the Underworld?

this is indeed a lot of questions 😭 but i'll try my best to answer them.

WITCHES

witches are creatures born of blessings from hecate, goddess of magic. despite their scary reputation in the west and association with satan, most of them are peace-loving people who only want to study magic and mind their own business.

distinct marks of a witch (it's a gender-neutral term btw. and so is ‘warlock’, which are a different species from the witches, against popular notion) include unnaturally coloured, glowing eyes. the colour of their eyes are actually their magical aura.

a sigil of their coven naturally appears on their body when they are born. there are very rare cases of witches having no sigil if all the members of their coven die.

HUNTERS

many of them are gifted with the sight but for the rest who don't, they acquire it through magic. pretty ironic, i know. tachibana was gifted with the sight since they were born, it was the reason why they usually had terrible nightmares of the strange beings they kept seeing everywhere.

even though the hunters can (and will) kill some supernaturals one-on-one, depending on the amount of training they've had, they usually avoid doing it in places packed with humans.

nowadays, the independent hunters usually wait for bounties before killing a supernatural, while the government employed ones wait for orders from the supernatural committees themselves.

DEMONS & THE UNDERWORLD

demons are just supernatural beings who, much like their biblical myths, punished evil souls in hell and also roamed the earth for their own fun. they have their greek counterparts too, most notably the three furies.

while there are still some demons in hell who are watching over the souls there, most of them are on earth and enjoying the wonders that it has to offer. seriously, you would not want to stay there at a sweltering temperature 25/8 and punish a never-ending line of souls.

contrary to popular beliefs, most demons are pretty chill and are fond of this world. they even settle down and have children with mortals they fall in love with. the senarath twins are a product of a wily succubus falling in love with a charming human businessman.

demons are scarily good at deceiving even supernaturals so it's very hard to tell if someone is a demon or not. their glamour is seriously nothing to scoff at, they even give the fae folk a run for their money.

the underworld is a pretty complicated place and there are so many entities that rule and reside there. yes, they exist there together but don't actually interact with each other unless it's absolutely necessary. as for how to know which beings and gods you would find there, it all depends on your beliefs. for example, TCS MC would turn up in the greek version of the underworld while SoV MC will end up in helheim (or simply, hel), which is the norse equivalent of it.

CAMBIONS

cambions, on the other hand, don't exactly receive that amount of mastery over their glamour like their hellbound parent. they are good at it, sure, but they usually don't fool other supernatural creatures as well as they fool humans.

the distinct traits of cambions are their cat-like, slitted pupils and eyes that shine a little brighter when they are using their powers (a bit like witches, although their glowing eyes are permanent).

their nails can also turn into sharp talons and they are born with leathery wings which they can grow and retract with age as they gain more control over their powers. the latter is a very painful process though since the bones in their back have to literally shift and break to pierce through the skin and extend into wings.

if you think that's bad, imagine how mama seranath managed to push not one, but two winged demonic spawns out 💀 thankfully, guinevere knows her magic, along with being a literal demon, so the damage wasn't that severe and she recovered pretty well. otherwise, r.i.p that 😺 ayyy

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

How long would it take the volturi to solve the Kira case?

Fascinating question, anon, I like it. So much so you get answered much earlier than you normally would be.

Shinigami and the World of Twilight

In Twilight there are few supernatural creatures that remain in our world. There's vampires, children of the moon, and the shapeshifter. However, these need not be the only supernatural creatures.

There have likely been mass extinctions (seen in Children of the Moon) and there may be more creatures that are so uncommon that we just don't see any hint of them.

Death Note's Shinigami easily fall into this category.

They live in another dimension, and in the human world (which they rarely visit in person), they're invisible to the eye save for those who have touched their death note. Their methods of killing are so unobtrusive, (heart attacks by default or whatever method they please), that they're unlikely to be noticed unless someone (i.e. Light) is trying to make a point. And in the grand scheme of things, Shinigami also kill relatively infrequently, meaning that any odd death gets passed off as that: an odd death. Also being forbidden to kill for the sake of a human being means that the deaths tend to be a) random b) whatever amuses them the most. That'd be hard to pick a pattern up of.

Shinigami exist in such a manner that I doubt even the Volturi are aware of them.

Some Ground Rules For the Post

I don't see why vampires would have an innate ability to see Shinigami that humans lack. As a result, the Volturi are in the same boat everyone else is, they can't see a Shinigami unless they touch that Shinigami's notebook.

Also, per the manga, the Kira case takes place from 2003-2010, meaning that as Twilight is happening (or before if Aro and the gang somehow solve this faster than L would), the world is mired in the Kira case.

Bella would certainly have been talking about it in Twilight. As would Edward, as he once had his Kira foray as well if on a much smaller scale and with a lot more junkies.

For the sake of my nitpicky need to have everything line up, we're going to push Death Note back a few years, to the beginning of Twilight.

Also, we're taking out L. If L's there, Aro can rely on him doing most of the work for him and only show up at the end to either murder or turn Light once L's narrowed down exactly who it is. That's not really fair per the ask, we have to leave the Volturi on their own.

With that, let's start.

Kira Makes His Appearance

Light's appearance was by no means subtle, he wanted to be noticed immediately, but he also didn't want to be noticed as a human being.

He made no televised announcements, left no messages, sent in no letters saying, "I am God, tremble before me". Instead, he let his silence speak.

He killed via heart attacks those he considered having broken the law to some heinous degree and then he sat back and watch. The public dubbed him Kira first and he only became a confirmed presence, something more real than a specter and a human who could be caught and brought to justice, when he murdered Lind L. Taylor in a public spectacle.

But this is a world without L, which means no Lind L. Taylor, instead we have Volturi and company in Volterra, utterly unconcerned with the human world.

Of course, they immediately notice once an undeniable pattern becomes clear. Human criminals are dying en masse of heart attacks, someone is making a message. The question is, to what end?

Aro wouldn't immediately think this is a human. This kind of power, this kind of gift, to be able to seemingly kill any person in the world at any time no matter the distance, is something too strong for a human. It would be unheard of to have this much power as a human.

Which means Aro believes he's looking for a vampire breaking the law.

The trouble is, it's only humans. The newborn wars are raging as always, every major coven he's ever heard of remains untouched, and there's been no noticeable uptick of deaths among the vampire population.

The only difference to them is that more of them are dangerously close to breaking the law, as crime rates are now plummeting as criminals live in terror of a spiteful god who might strike them down at any moment. This makes murders performed by vampires, in certain areas, far more noticeable.

(As Light is probably killing off known gang leaders, drug lords, etc. left and right, it's probably pandemonium in certain cities/countries. So vampires are probably alright in these places as I'm sure there's a lot of murder going on as survivors try to fill the power vacuum.)

Still, the Volturi have to put their heads together and try to think why any vampire would do this? To what end would they murder all these humans, in such a noticeable manner, and not even to eat their victims?

Aro concludes he's looking for a very young vampire, likely newborn, someone who still thinks of himself as very human and beholden to human society and who isn't aware of Volterra or else does not consider them a threat.

The Volturi Investigators

I think Aro's going to take the lead on this one. There's his gift, obviously, but he'd by far have the most interest.

Caius would be upset by the nerve of Kira, but he has no patience to track him down either when it becomes exceedingly obvious that this is going to be tricky. That, and it just doesn't seem like his thing to me. He's going to mostly sit this one out.

As for Marcus, he's not up to it.

Which makes Aro our lead detective.

The Investigation

Like L, the first thing they do is try to pinpoint the first deaths. There was the immediate deluge, of course, but that screams of confidence in this assassination gift.

Kira likely needed practice to perfect his gift or even realize he had it at all. There's going to be a first victim and it will probably be messy.

Given enough investigation, this probably leads Aro to Japan, where a man taking children hostage suddenly dies in the middle of the hostage situation when televised on national TV (though not outside of Japan). Given that Kira's a vampire, he could have moved from where he started quite easily, but Aro's willing to bet he's still somewhere in Japan.

What Aro does know is that Kira's keeping close to human society. Kira will be reading human papers, watching human television constantly, and appears to be very well-informed concerning his future victims. Both locally as well as internationally. Kira is likely still in a human settlement.

So, the first thing Aro does is look for an unusual number of casualties in any city or town in Japan. Kira will probably be in the newborn phase, may truly be only a few months old, and given his actions has probably been abandoned by his sire. Even if he has unusually high control, he's got to eat sometime, and thanks to his own actions the murder rate in major cities is way down.

Except... there's no uptick.

Crime, murder, in Japan is universally on a downwards trend. Major cities like Tokyo and small rural villages it's all the same, there's nothing noticeable.

Kira either isn't in Japan or... he's not eating.

Aro wonders if, perhaps this assassination gift of his, somehow feeds Kira. He is, after all, stealing life. He does it via heart attacks but maybe, somehow, the very act of stealing life is all Kira needs. Perhaps he doesn't have to drink blood due to this.

This blows Aro's mind for a few days but eventually he decides that, no, he's never heard of this. True, he's never heard of this gift either, but all vampires drink blood. Even Carlisle, who drinks animal blood, still drinks blood and suffers great negative effects for his avoidance of a natural diet.

Kira the vampire must still eat.

Which means, in the absence of any other explanation... Kira's not a vampire. Kira is likely a very gifted human.

Aro's mind is blown again because Holy Fuck, what a gift. Kira has blown Jane and Alec, who were only immediately noticeable in their own village, completely out of the water.

Except, the trouble is, neither Aro nor anyone else in the Volturi is a detective. Aro knows enough about human society to pay his taxes, to hire secretaries, and keep on the up and up, but he doesn't actually solve human crimes.

What he's looked for for thousands of years are vampires who break the law: and they have certain patterns, motivations, etc. that are more or less easy to spot. More, the entire point of his law is that, if Aro notices then it means you broke it. There are those that can and do fly under his radar.

How is he supposed to find a gifted human who can kill anyone in the world any time he pleases? From a brief perusal of Japanese news, there's no one immediately obvious as gifted or strange by local papers.

From earlier killings, Aro notes that Kira doesn't seem to kill between 8 in the morning to 4 pm, which might make him a student but also could mean he's working those hours.

And even if he is a student? How in the world is Aro supposed to touch the hand of every student in the entire country of Japan? Aro, who makes it a point not to navigate the human world.

Aro Calls in the Expert

When you want to hang out with the humans, there's only one vampire to call: Carlisle Cullen. As we're setting this in early Twilight, neither Eclipse nor Breaking Dawn have happened. To the Cullens, and Carlisle, Aro is simply a wise king and Carlisle's old friend.

And I'm sure Carlisle has been watching the Kira case very closely and is very disturbed by the entire thing. Kira's methods are very much not Carlisle's m.o.

Aro gives Carlisle what he knows: Kira's probably a gifted human, probably somewhere in Japan, probably in school, and has access to an extensive amount of human media.

That's it.

That's all Aro's got.

As for the police at large, without L, they haven't even narrowed it down to Japan yet.

Carlisle points out that, as much as he hangs out with humans, he doesn't think he could find the needle in the haystack either. However, he definitely wants to help in any way he can.

However, they do have something. Aro can't touch the hand of everyone in Japan, however, Edward can unobtrusively listen to a much larger segment of the population.

(Alice is off the table as she's best able to see the future of those close to her. Without knowing who Kira even is, let alone being close to him, she has no idea what he's going to even do next. She's likely very frustrated by this.)

Surely, whoever Kira is, he or she will be contemplating their victims more often than not. It's a long shot, but Edward might be able to find that needle in a haystack.

How's Edward Feel About That?

Edward's extremely conflicted. On the one hand, he doesn't want to disappoint Carlisle, and this is the first time Carlisle has ever asked him for a favor of this magnitude. And, in theory, Carlisle is right, all creatures are worthy of life.

On the other hand, Edward's on Team Kira. He thinks these rapist, murderer, pigs all deserve to die and is rooting for Kira to put the fear of God into them. Emphasizing this is when Bella was nearly raped in Port Angeles, but her would be rapist suddenly remembered himself and vomited in terror at the idea that he might be next should he get caught raping her. (As it is, Edward catches him, and a few weeks later he dies of a heart attack in prison. Edward pops the champagne).

More, if Edward goes to Japan, it means he has to leave Bella. Bella has proven she cannot survive without his personal protection. More, he's not sure he can survive without her presence. He can hardly contemplate the idea of leaving Bella, though he ultimately must, but to do so soon? He though he'd have a few more years, likely until they graduate, but now he and the family would have to move all the way to Japan in a matter of days.

Not to mention this would be letting Aro know that Edward's... not technically breaking the law but not not breaking the law either. Bella clearly suspects he's not human, she just doesn't have the right word.

And then to give Kira up to the Volturi? To have his activities stopped, to be turned and placed into the guard, or else murdered? Edward feels like he'd be selling out the brother he never knew.

But also Carlisle and imagining Carlisle's sad, disappointed, face.

Edward says yes but he really wants to say no.

He sneaks into Bella's room in the middle of the night, and for the first time, makes her aware of his presence. He tells her that regretfully he must leave her, he's off to do a man's work and catch Kira, and that they will never see each other again.

Then to Edward's horror and disappointment, Bella's completely on board for Edward catching Kira and thinks it's the noblest thing he could do. Charlie, being a chief of police, utterly despises Kira and Bella carries forward this sentiment. People deserve the due process of law, not being murdered off by some jackass conning people into believing he's a god.

Bella wishes him luck and tells him to return as soon as he can.

Edward just numbly says he won't be returning. This really is it. Goodbye forever.

Bella's utterly broken (though not nearly as much as canon as Edward didn't dump her for being boring).

Edward in Japan

Well, turns out, Edward's not actually that useful. There's a few problems.

First, there are a lot of people out there claiming to be Kira, or even convincing themselves that they're Kira. They do this to brag, to feel special, for any number of reasons.

None of them are Kira.

Second, Edward can only go out on cloudy days or at night, this severely limits when he can wander the streets and the people he'll run into. More, even if he starts with Tokyo, Tokyo's a big place. That's a lot of wandering to do.

Third, say that Edward does come across Light Yagami. Edward immediately dismisses him as being utterly insane. See, Light Yagami is talking to his imaginary friend, Ryuk, bickering about which apples they should buy from the store. Edward sees the giant clown demon that Light believes only he can see and goes, "Ah, another lunatic, cheerio."

Edward does not find Kira.

The Investigation Continues

Aro likely keeps Edward at it for months. It doesn't matter how long it takes, they're going to track down Kira and they're going to find him. It might take years, but dammit, they'll find him. Edward despairs that he will ever be able to go back to normal life.

Luckily for the gang, Bella saves their bacon.

Bella, ruminating on Edward's mission and on Kira, starts doing her own internet investigation. She doesn't get very far, but she does have those prophetic dreams to help her out.

Bella has a seriously weird dream about the moon, night gods, Kira, demons that look like giant crows, notebooks, and Light Yagami's face. Somehow, just as in canon with vampires, Bella's able to somehow put this together.

She calls up Edward (as they parted on more amiable terms, and so quickly, Edward did not yet disconnect his number) and tells him that Kira's name is Light Yagami, he's attending the University of Tokyo as the top student, and his murder weapon is an evil notebook.

How does she know this?

She looked it up on the internet.

Well, Edward isn't sure how to take that, but he also has nothing to lose. They find Light Yagami, Aro shakes his hand, and holy shit, Bella Swan was right. (Aro now decrees that she will be turned, much to Edward's horror and insistence that she has no idea he's a vampire, and has plans to recruit her for his guard).

What Are We Going to Do About Light?

Well, on the one hand, Aro discovered a new species today that he can do nothing about. Luckily, they seem to have their own laws that have more or less the same result as the Volturi laws: don't get noticed.

On the other hand, he's disappointed that this all-powerful gift was not a gift at all.

On the other other hand, Light does not seem to be an ordinary human. He's... lucky, for lack of a better term. No, it's more that he doesn't need luck, he somehow has such an awareness of everything around him that he assimilates it perfectly into his own plans. As if he can manipulate the very universe to his favor.

That's intriguing and useful, and in any other situation, Aro would jump on taking that chance and at least seeing what happens.

So the question becomes, does Aro turn Light or not? On the one hand, that's a useful gift, on the other hand, this kid's a loose cannon and a lunatic.

This Kira thing cannot continue, and Light, even as a vampire, would likely insist on continuing it somehow.

Luckily, there's a solution to this.

Aro burns the notebook, much to Ryuk's protesting despair. Light loses his memories of Ryuk, the notebook, and having been Kira. Before Light even knows what's happening, Aro turns him.

Three days later, Light wakes up a very confused vampire, gets the Volturi pitch with Chelsea there to help loosen bonds, and accepts a position in the guard to, oddly enough, stop those like Kira.

Aro's confused, but hey, they'll see how this Light thing works out. Aro also likely tells himself that he will watch for Ryuk trying to drop Light another notebook like a hawk.

The Kira case is never solved for humans: Kira just disappears one day as if he never existed. As for Light, I imagine he plots the destruction of the newborn armies, and Caius watches in utter fascination as this kid ruthlessly exterminates them all.

Bella is shortly turned into a vampire, much to Edward's despair, and due to the giant mess of this is also likely recruited to Volterra.

How Long Does This Take?

Given the need for the Volturi to first investigate, then Edward, I give them at least a year. Maybe a year and a half.

And really, it's Bella who saves their bacon.

[azuresins]

What is your opinion on Grell's gender

I don't think that there's much more I can say on this matter, that hasn't already been said and pointed out here in this *chefs kiss* beautiful masterpost. by @chibimyumi ... But I'll do my best to reiterate the main points and offer something I noticed in the added scenes in Book of Circus that involved Grelle to back this up. - First of all ...the official spelling for her name, is "Grelle" - as of now Yana exclusively uses female pronouns for Grelle -The musicals aren't part of the same canon as the manga, neither is Season II... and that includes the OVAS (The story if Will the Reaper). - Most of the characters are in upper-class England during the Victorian Era, a trans person as we know it, would generally be extremely rare, if not unheard of by most people in this society (though there were a few!)... much less, an openly-out one. -While things in recent years have improved, trans women in Japan still do not have a lot of inclusive language that can safely 100% describe their identity to the general public, the way the west does. Eastern LGTB culture and Western LGTB culture are very different, and comparisons are often drawn in bad faith. Some Japanese trans women have reclaimed 'okama' (a word previously used by Grelle to describe themselves in a character interview) and others, consider it a slur. It's complicated, become a 'catch-all' word that can describe EITHER an effeminate gay man or a trans woman. - More importantly, it's been heavily implied if not-out-right pointed out in canon, that the work force at the Grim Reaper Staffing Association (at least, the "higher ups") are transphobic! Yana was deeply involved in the making of BoC, and there are additional scenes with Grelle in it as most of us know. -- Did anyone notice that when the higher-ups told Grelle she could go back to work, Grelle was dressed in their "butler" disguise and presented masculine, and then the moment she didn't need to, she resumed her true appearance and attitude?? ...That's extremely telling, and it was in there for a reason!

And finally ... Yeah, I think Grelle is a woman. And I think even though in the past she made mistakes at her job out of affection/sympathy for Madame Red, her arc was important ... It was our introduction to the concept that Divine creatures like Grim Reapers or "Death Gods" aren't infallible, and are allowed to rule break to the point someone else can defeat them / intervene and stop them -- and they can not put life back, once they've taken it. There was no correcting her mistakes, or giving life back to the people they incorrectly took it from. Once they're dead, they're dead and that's it. Without meaning to, it also showed us that o!Ciel's referenced "lineage" in the Green Witch Arc (why he can see Reapers) could just as well be connected to his mother's side of the family as much as his father's because it seems BOTH sides of his family have a tendency to get tangled up with divine, supernatural beings. That being said... I do think that while generally writing a trans woman in the role of a villain (even for an arc) that is specifically targeting other woman, for choosing what they do to their bodies ... is messy, because te/rfs and other transphobic bigots have a tendency to view trans woman as predatory and dangerous to cis woman. However, given that Grelle did not DO what they did alone, but did it at the bequest of /felt solidarity with a cis woman, she felt empowered and emboldened. A cis woman, Madam Red, was shown being just as harmful as Grelle was against their victims. Cis woman can and are, dangerous to other cis woman, too. Every time I've read an argument implying that Grelle somehow forced Madam Red's hand in the other killings or manipulated her into it, it reeked of both transphobia and misogyny. Especially considering Madam Red killed the first woman entirely on her own: you can not put all of the blame entirely on Grelle's shoulders, without infantilizing Madam Red. It was also written in 2007... at a time when trans woman were not widely discussed-- Much less fictional ones and how one ought to write them in an interesting but holistic way. Truthfully, I hope one day it wont matter as much whether a trans woman is morally grey or not. I personally appreciate her for what she is: A complicated, strong, female character who's morally grey. I think in the future it would be challenging and interesting if Grelle encountered a trans male... but that's just me daring to hope, and thinking that would be interesting. To see someone "throwing away" their womanhood but for reasons Grelle could actually sympathize with... 😩... I can dream. TW: Suicide mentions: ... And just on an emotional level being entirely honest, there is something... dark, but comforting... in the fact knowing, that even though Grelle was a living human being once, who at some point was in enough pain that caused them to take their own life... they can be the woman they want to be. Even if, in death, they still have to fight for it and skirt their "bosses"... -- Last of all... I just don't think anyone has made a single good point as to why Grelle is a cis man. Literally not a single one.

[galvanizedfriend]

🎃 Klaroline Spookathon Prompts List 👻

🧛‍♂ Prompts List 🕸

If you'd like to participate on the KC Spookathon but don't know where to start, here's a list of Halloween/Horror prompts that might help get your creative juices flowing! You don't have to follow these, or you can combine more than one prompt, or twist the hell out of these ideas until they spark joy.

Again: these are just suggestions for folks looking for some inspo.

You can find the event post with all the rules here. thank you once more to @bellemorte180 for the graphic! And to @misssophiachase and @diaz-eddie for the help with the prompts! 🖤

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1. "That's not how the true story goes."

2. "Is that... written in blood?"

3. "You're the kind of jackass who gives out apples and carrots, aren't you?"

3. "Trick or treat?"

4. Ghost stories around a bonfire.

5. Dark fairy tale.

6. Full moon.

7. "Perfect. It's Halloween and now the power's out."

8. Being followed by a black cat on Halloween.

9. "I was cursed by a witch."

10. Haunted house.

11. "I see dead people."

12. "You're gonna have to try harder than that to scare me."

13. Ritual.

14. "Don't look into the old mirror at night. You'll find more than your own reflection looking back."

15. "You could have lived forever. Instead you'll die before your time."

16. Having a seance on Halloween night.

17. "What do you see when you look into the flames?"

18. "This is not real, it's just a nightmare. It has to be."

19. "You're about as terrifying as a kitten, love."

20. Stumbling upon someone trying to raise the dead.

21. Showing up to the wrong Halloween party by mistake. The costumes look a little too real...

22. On Halloween, supernatural creatures become human for one night.

23. Mutual pining ghosts who haunt neighboring houses and can only meet on Halloween night.

24. A spirit cursed to roam the land until something that was stolen from them has been found.

25. On Halloween night, witches do a special kind of trick or treating. If you can find one, they will give you a spell.

26. The abandoned theme park on the edge of town.

27. The traveling circus that only shows up once a year, on Halloween.

28. The headless knight.

29. "Don't look into the stream in the middle of the woods."

30. "Names have power."

31. "I didn't know vampires/werewolves were real."

32. "I put a spell on you."

33. "Pick your poison. Literally."

34. Having a wonderful night with a masked figure at a Halloween party. And then they vanish.

35. A secret door that only appears on Halloween night.

36. Getting lost in a corn maze.

37. Grimoire.

38. Weird new nighbors with a secret.

39. A midnight feast.

40. Footsteps and whispers.

41. "She liked things that were obscure and dangerous: older men; séances at graveyards; heavy leather-bound books that smelled of chocolate and promised spells to commune with demons." - Krystal Sutherland

42. Pumpkin patches

43. A special pumpkin spice latte with a little something something.

44. Slow dancing under a full moon.

45. "What do you mean? This is my costume."

46. "I think I hear footsteps."

47. "I hate Halloween parties." // "Just pick a hot pirate/slutty nurse to make out with and get over it."

48. Murder.

49. A curse.

50. All Hallow's Eve.

[hopeamarsu]

Of potions and myths - Chapter 2

William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word count 3,1k

Warnings: This one is pretty mild, but there is tiny amount of angst sprinkled in. Reference to an attempt at drugging ones date (nothing happened!), mythical creatures and potions. This chapter is from WIll’s POV

A/N: I just couldn’t let this one go and it’s turned into a bit of a gremlin to be honest. I have to thank my love Thia @clydesducktape for encouraging me to explore this and Will, the man has honestly swept into my mind from completely left field. Not that I’m complaining! 

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

The morning dawns and as the pale light of the sun hits Will’s car bonnet he stretches out, feeling his spine pop loudly as it protests the long hours sitting in the front seat. Despite the back ache, he does not regret spending the night watching over you. He would never regret it and the feeling both thrills and surprises him.

As he waits for the world to wake up with him, Will’s mind turns back to the previous evening and everything that happened. He’d been out alone, a rarity given how close his pack normally is, and originally had only thought of grabbing a single pint before heading home. But something had drawn him in, made him sit in that corner booth and watch the people milling around him, before his eye set upon you and your date. 

It had looked normal enough, two people talking and seemingly on a date, but he hadn’t been able to look away. Had he felt the mysterious pull even then? Maybe, maybe not. As he watched, you had turned sideways to dig through your bag for something and that’s when it had happened. With shaky but quick hands, the man had produced a tiny vial from his pocket and emptied it into the drink closest to you. 

Anger, white-hot and blazing, surged in his veins immediately and before Will had even fully realised what he was doing, he had walked over and opened his mouth. He had watched with pride as you had confronted the man and then with worry as you hurried out of the pub. He knew he had to follow you, to check that you were alright. 

He turns the memories in his mind, trying to pinpoint the moment when the magnetic connection came into play. He knows it was sudden, the warmth of it all creeping up his back and enveloping him completely as he felt all your emotions jumbling around in the aftermath of your date. 

He knows that in that moment and the ones that followed that he desperately wanted to crush you into his arms, snarl and growl at anyone trying to approach you and rip the throat of the man trying to hurt you. His inner wolf was in full-on attack mode. It had taken every single bit of training Will had gone through to keep the wolf in check. But the connection still persisted and he was powerless to stop what it wanted of him. 

Which leads him here, sitting in a parked car on the sidewalk of your apartment, his wolf alert and ready to jump into action. He doesn’t feel tired or weary at all. There is this need inside of him to be close to you, to protect you. It’s almost desperate at this point, how every nerve ending inside him wants to be close and make sure everything is perfect.

As Will runs his eyes across the street, scanning for anything that might be a threat, the front door opens and you step out. Immediately his eyes snap into your form as you pad across the front yard and into the street, your steps bringing you closer and closer by the second. You look beautiful in your sleepwear and an oversized hoodie wrapped around your body to shield you from the morning chill. You’d look so pretty wearing his hoodie, Will thinks absentmindedly as he tracks your movements. He steps out of his truck just as you reach him.

“Good morning.” 

“Morning. Did you sleep well?” He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s been here all night, Will knows you know. The air around you hums again but it’s more muted than last night and as Will tries to reach out mentally, he finds himself blocked. Your shields are back up, full force, and he hides his approval in a barely-there smirk. 

“Pretty okay. Would you want to come in? I think we have a lot to discuss. I have fresh coffee,” You offer with a small smile. He agrees quickly, the hum between your bodies elated that you invite him in, and follows you inside, hand hovering near your back as you lead the way. When you open your front door, Will is hit with a smell of jasmine, salt, candle wax and thyme and he recognizes the small display next to your door. Protection spells. His pride swells even more as he knows you’ve done this to protect yourself better.  

The second the door closes, the hum ramps up and Will can feel the tendrils from last night appear again, stronger than it was when you were standing outside. He wants to touch you, hold you, bite you, claim you. But he doesn’t make a move, planting his feet firmly into the floor and clenches his fist to keep his hand steady and by his side. It’s not his place yet, you need to talk first. 

Will watches as you close your eyes, taking a moment to ground yourself too, before you open them and look straight at him. He likes it, how forward and confident you are as you do not try to hide or cower away from him. With another small smile, you gesture for him to follow you into the kitchen. It’s difficult to move when everything in him calls for you and your body, but somehow he makes it and as he sits on a kitchen chair and watches you move in your domain, Will finds himself enjoying the view and domesticity of it all. 

It tugs him deep inside, the mere idea that he could get to watch this morning after morning. Is it too fast to hope for these things? Possibly, but for Will, it doesn’t seem to matter as his mind keeps refueling the dreams with mental images of you in his own kitchen, padding around the hardwood floors with bare feet and dressed only in his flannel. 

The flashes move to images of you in his bed, your head on his pillow or chest as the morning light dances on your skin. Evenings spend on the couch, cuddling under a throw blanket and nights in his kitchen when he spoon-feeds you something he’s cooked for a date night. You with his brothers, sitting around a campfire as you trade jokes with them and they with you. 

Will is jostled into the present as you hand him a steaming cup, careful not to touch him in the process much to his approval and dismay, and take a seat opposite him. The first sip of the hot liquid feels like heaven on Will’s tongue, the notes hitting just right and he hums in approval. Keen eyes follow you copying his movements and for a while, it’s silent and comfortable as you sip from your respective cups.

The connection tingles in your sternum and you place the cup on the desk, hands flat on the surface. Your eyes reach for his and Will finds himself entranced by the hue in them. He would love to catalogue the flecks within those orbs. 

“I, uh… I spent some time last night looking into this. Us. The hum and connection.” You stumble a little in your words and there is an urge to hold your hand in comfort but he refrains. This is important, he reminds himself, more important than his carnal desires and his inner wolf huffs in displeasure. 

“I don’t have a lot of books at home, so I’ll need to continue this at the museum later on, but… this seems rare. Really rare. I don’t have a name for it or an explanation yet though and I would need more information from you as well before I, we, can venture deeper. Would it be alright with you? Are you comfortable sharing things with me?”

His immediate reaction is yes, ask what you want and he’ll tell you everything and that stops him in his tracks. This could lead to dangerous territory quite fast. It’s within his training and pack rules that his status, what he is and what he has done in the past are not to be discussed with outsiders.  “What kind of things?” Will asks instead.

“Well… For starters, what type of mythical are you? I know it’s invasive to ask but given that you are with Delta, you are clearly not a mundane. I’m hoping that will give us a clue on where to start looking.” It’s a reasonable question and it does give you both a starting place. Will relaxes his shoulders and releases the breath he’s holding before answering. No point in hiding after all. 

“I’m a werewolf. But I haven’t heard of this type of connection between two wolves before. May I ask, what type are you?” 

“I’m a… I don’t know exactly. I’ve always been interested in potions and history and spells but my family isn’t witches nor do I belong into a coven. I was raised as a mundane. As far as I know, there are no mythicals or supernaturals in my family lineage.”

He hoped the question would be easy for you, to give another clue, but instead it seems to have had an opposite effect as Will watches you drop your smile. You seem conflicted and embarrassed at the confession, hunching your shoulders a little as you shrink into yourself. The connection between tugs at Will’s heartstrings loudly and he’s unable to deny himself or it anymore. He reaches over the table and takes your hand in his, feeling oddly pleased as his hand engulfs yours. 

The second skin meets skin, golden and silver tendrils burst out of your skin and a gasp leaves your lips. You both watch with curiosity as they snake up his arm and under his Henley and under your shirt as well. Will can sense how warm they are, filling him up completely. He tracks their movement based on their warmth as they dance on his skin until they go still but remain tingling when they cover his entire body. He looks at you and sees the lines glow faintly all over your body. You look ethereal to him and he feels himself falling for you even more.

“It feels so warm…” You whisper, awe in your voice as you look at your connected hands. “It does. It’s not hurting you, right?” Will questions, running his thumb across your knuckle. He knows it doesn’t hurt him but he needs to be sure, his wolf poised to take away any discomfort you might feel. For all he knows it’s different for you than it is for him and he can’t help himself, the need to protect is far too strong now that you are touching each other. 

You shake your head, biting your lower lip as you catalogue the feeling. It calms him immediately but at the same time arousal courses in his veins as he witnesses just how alluring your mouth looks. He wants to surge forward, kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised and your mind is filled with only him. His eyes are honed in on the sight, how the lip disappears and reappears plumper and plumper. He can practically hear his own blood rush in his ears as your eyes track the golden lines in his forearms.  

“Please stop that,” Will is unable to hold in the groan as he watches you chew on the flesh in concentration. “Huh?” Your eyes snap into his face, wide with surprise and you try to tug your hand free, but he only squeezes it tighter. Will knows his eyes have grown darker again as his wolf is howling to be let free. It wants to break free, tug you into its embrace and never let go. 

“Please stop biting your lip. It makes me want to bite it,” He growls and watches with delight as you shiver at his tone. You release your lip but the tender flesh, plush with blood pumping rapidly inside, calls to him. And once again he is unable to deny it, his resolve truly broken when you are this close and a harsh tug at your hand lifts you up from your seat and into his lap. 

You look at him, studying his face as Will raises one hand to your cheek. Another burst of tendrils escape once his calloused hand connects with the soft flesh and he shivers with the sensation. Fascinated, he watches as the small tendrils wrap around his large fingers and bleed into your cheekbones and up your forehead and hairline, creating patterns that make you glow again. 

Will searches for your eyes again before speaking in low tone, your faces close to one another. His eyes drop to your lips and all he can think of is pressing his mouth to them, finally having a taste of what the connection teases him of. 

“Do you want this?” 

Do you want me? 

“You need to say the words, sweetheart, before we go any further.” 

I will not be able to stop once you give me permission. Tell me no and this all stops now. It will break me, but I will honor your wishes.

“Kiss me, Will.” 

Your words have barely left your lips when Will claims them. It feels like something bursts out of his chest as he tastes the coffee, the cherries you must’ve had earlier and something uniquely yours. You taste of heaven and all the good things in the world and he never wants to stop tasting you and identifying the notes hitting his palette just right. He deepens the kiss by running his tongue on your lower lip, begging you to grant him access to nirvana. Once you do, opening up shyly, he feels he’s ready to burst into flames when he gets the first real flavor of you.   

The wolf howls in joy as Will continues to explore your mouth, dipping his tongue inside it to battle with yours. He feels your hand on the back of his neck, tugging at the hair as you pull him closer and closer. The hand that was holding yours releases its hold before pressing against your lower back to push your chests together. He wants you close, closer than you are now and his wolf agrees. The clothes separating your skin from his feel itchy and constricting but Will is grateful because it keeps him somewhat coherent. As much as he wants to, needs you, craves you, he needs to tread carefully and not lose himself. 

All too soon the need for air is too much and you pull back, ending the kiss. “Is this… Umm, is this normal?” You sound winded, out of breath and the wolf preens, happy to have made you like this. Will shakes his head minutely, pressing his forehead into yours. He needs to feel his skin connected to yours, can’t let it slip even for a moment. He traces your neck with one finger, enjoying how you tremble again in his hold. 

“No, I don’t think so. I haven’t felt like this before.”

“Me either. But this feels big.” He nods. 

You breathe in sync for a minute, matching each other as the tingling of the tendrils flickers. Will rubs his thumb on your lower back, lazy circles that make you quiver minutely, a sensation that he eagerly abrobs in his own body. 

“What does this mean?”

“I don’t know, but I want to keep exploring this, us, and this connection.”

“Me too.”

You speak in whispered tones, within your own bubble, even if you are alone together in your apartment. Tentative hands move across the planes and curves of bodies as you trade a few more kisses, each one accompanied by the hum and tendrils that skip from one patch of skin to the other, bathing the room in luminescence.   

Will agrees with your assessment earlier, there needs to be more research into whatever this is. And he knows of only one place to look for answers. “We need to visit the pack elders.” He tells you quietly as you pull away from the latest kiss, still stroking your neck and shoulder in a calming manner. 

“Are they willing to help?” You question softly, knowing how strict some packs are, not allowing any outsiders to enter the area deemed for pack members only. It’s the same for some of the witch covens you’ve tried to approach, hoping to learn more and explore your skills only to be turned away because you are mundane. It has broken some of your spirit, being turned away one too many times, even if you’ve come to terms with it and understand their reasoning. But as the sadness of it all breaks through your shields, Will is almost pushed back by its magnitude.

He wants to take away all the pain you've ever felt, the hurt you feel almost too much for him and his wolf to handle. But he can’t do that, Will reminds himself ruefully, he doesn’t know how. So he gathers you close, placing his hand on your neck as he guides you to rest sideways against his torso, his other hand resting on your hip, offering comfort this way. You breathe in his scent, calming cedarwood and juniper berry tones, and close your eyes to rest for a moment. 

It takes a lot out of you to hold up the shields and they slip whenever your feelings become too much and often they are projected outwards, letting others feel them too. Lack of training and lack of skill, you think but don’t voice it out loud. But you are glad he’s not running from you because of that and burrow in a bit deeper, a pleased sound leaving his chest as Will feels you get closer. He kisses your forehead gently before speaking, the vibration of his chest low and comforting.

“They are. The Miller-Morales pack might not be the biggest out there, but we are tight and welcoming. The elders will help us figure all this out. I promise you.”

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 9

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Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, slight mention of past trauma and wounds.

You had already boarded Zemo’s private jet, sitting on the seat across from him while Sam had sat beside you with Bucky across from him. Oeznik had approached you all, asking if you wanted something to eat or drink and sharing a few words with Zemo. You shook your head, politely refusing with a kind smile before staring out the window of the jet and watching the clouds. Even though you had just left your home, you missed everyone there dearly, almost wishing you had the chance to bring Kólasi along. But you knew the local people would not take kindly to a dragon walking their streets. And wherever you were now heading, you had a feeling you were going somewhere you wouldn’t find agreeable.

“So do you have a private jet?” You heard Sam ask you.

“Nah.”

“How come?”

“She has a dragon and a pegasus Sam. I’m pretty sure they are her mode of transportation.” Zemo added.

“Wait. But what if it’s raining or there’s a storm?” Sam turned in his seat to face you, leaning in as he was curious to know how you managed to ride openly through the clouds in a storm.

“Well my father was Zeus, the god of the skies and thunder Sam. A little lightning won’t hurt me.”

“Wouldn’t you be soaked though? That doesn’t sound very comfortable.”

“Yes, well if that’s the case than I can just teleport.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you able to teleport others?” Bucky wanted to know, if so, it would be helpful to use that, right?

“I can. But the very first time can be unpleasant.”

“How so?”

“Well try to imagine your molecules separating and joining back together.” You tried to make an example with a motion of your hands. “So that in itself is an unpleasant feeling. You’ll also most likely puke your insides out after your first time. And there are even some rare cases where you might come back......disarranged.”

“What do you mean by disarranged?” Zemo raised his brow, not sure if you meant what he thought you meant. Would you reappear, swapped in each other’s bodies or.......

“Oh you know. Your leg might end up where your arm is supposed to be. Or your head might be sticking out your ass, something like that.” You smirked as you toyed with them, seeing the terrified expressions on everyone’s faces. They were most likely praying you wouldn’t use that ability on them. “I’m kidding, geez. Tough crowd.”

“Kidding about what part?” Bucky remarked.

“The disarrangement part. But in all realness, the only side affects are nausea and vomiting and your body feeling like jello. But you’ll get used to it.”

“Sounds like a blast.” Sam noted. “Please don’t teleport us unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Only if absolutely necessary.” You promised.

“Also, what’s up with all the weapons? Were you some kind of mercenary?” Sam asked you another question as he thought about all the weapons and armor you had in your armory.

“Well I wouldn’t call it that. Mercenaries were for profit and personal interest. I on the other hand went after tyrants and criminals. But I also hunted down monsters that posed a threat to the human population. I guess you could say I dealt with more of the.....supernatural.” You tried to elaborate.

“Monsters?” Sam raised his brow. “Like what?”

“You know, vampires, werewolves, minotaurs, hydras, chimeras, echidnas, sea monsters-“ you started to list off before Sam cut you off.

“Woah woah hang on. Vampires and werewolves? As in like twilight?”

“Hell no. I’m talking vicious flesh eating monsters here that absolutely do not sparkle. I mean, there are still some vampires left that play by the rules and don’t feed on your fellow mortals. But sometimes you’ll have the few that think they can break the rules like a bunch of idiots. Werewolves on the other hand are trickier, don’t get me started on them. But don’t worry, I got a guy, a half-mortal or daywalker, in charge of the supernatural business.”

“Hold up. So you were what? Like a Van Helsing?”

“Welll, Van Helsing was a real person.”

“Are you serious?” Bucky sat up in his seat. “What about Dracula?”

“Oh he was a real pain in the ass I tell you. That slimy bastard tried to seduce me so that he could take all the creatures under my control to do his bidding. Well, as you can see, that obviously didn’t work.”

Before the men could ask any more questions your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you pick it up to see Maze’s name on the front. Your heart skipped a beat for a moment as you stared at the screen, all the negative possibilities running through your head.

“Who is it?” Sam asked you once he noticed your expression.

“It’s Maze.”

“Did something happen?” Bucky inquired, his brows were raised and his voice was filled with concern.

“I hope not.” You accepted the call, lifting your phone to your ear. “Maze?”

“Hekate! It’s Athena!” Maze spoke in a somewhat panicked voice which only added to your nervousness and suspicions.

You shot up from your seat at the tone of her voice and her mentioning your daughter’s name. “What?! What do you mean? Did something happen to her?”

The men watched you with concern, leaning forward in the edge of their seats once they heard your daughter being mentioned. They were ready to rush over to your place right now if need be.

“Well she fell from the tree.”

“She what?!” Your blood ran cold and your heart was pounding in your chest, it felt as if it would burst right through your rib cage. “Maze speak!”

“Okay! Hang on a second. What happened was, she was playing around in her treehouse and tried to climb to the top of the tree. I tried to stop her when I saw what she was doing but she fell straight down.”

You shrieked in panic at what you had just heard. Your knees felt weak and you thought you might pass out but Bucky stood up to give you support, holding you as you gripped on to his metal arm, nearly crushing it in the process. “Is she hurt? Maze you need to tell me!”

Oeznik came in upon hearing your trembling voice, asking if anything was the matter, but Zemo had explained to him that they had it under control and should alert him if anything was needed.

“Well that’s why I’m calling you. She’s totally fine.” Maze replied.

“Wait............wait what?” You shook your head in confusion, not getting what she was talking about.

“I know right? I’m pretty sure there’s supposed to be broken bones and like lots of blood after a fall like that, but she doesn’t even have a scratch on her. She even laughed the whole thing off like some kind of miniature maniac. She nearly gave me a heart attack, and demons don’t get heart attacks. Now is that normal and should I be worried?”

“Uhhh.” You were unable to form words as you tried to figure it out. Was it the protection spell you put over her or was it just her in general? You had kept such a close eye on Athena, making sure she never got hurt, that now that she has been in a situation where she could’ve gotten injured, you didn’t know how to react or what to think. But Maze did say she didn’t have a single scratch or broken bone or any kind of injury. So that must be a good thing.....right?

“Hekate?” You heard Maze on the other line again. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah everything is fine. I was just.....thrown off for a bit. How is she?”

“Oh she’s great! We painted each other’s nails today. She’s taking a nap right now though. Hey, where’s that good shit that you have?”

“Good shit?”

“You know. Your really expensive wine from Olympus that your sibling, the wine god, what’s their name made?”

“Dionysus?”

“Yeah.”

“Umm it’s in the very top cupboard above the sink.”

“Okay thanks. I need a glass after what happened, or a bottle. Bye Hekate!” Maze hung up while you stood there, still surprised to hear Athena was unharmed and feeling almost drained after the whole ordeal.

“Everything okay?” Bucky whispered, his eyes searching your face for any further signs.

You noticed how close he was as he supported you, and you couldn’t help the blush that appeared on your cheeks, averting your gaze from his steel blue eyes. “Yeah, uh thanks.” You let go of his metal arm while he let go of you, allowing you to sit back in your seat.

“So is everything okay with Athena?” You heard Sam ask while you stared at the ground.

“Athena uh fell from the tree.”

“Is she okay?” Zemo asked you, his brows furrowed together.

“Yeah she’s fine, surprisingly. There wasn’t a single scratch on her. Must be the genes.”

Bucky pulled up the sleeve of his metal arm, a surprised chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the dented hand print you left behind. “Geez y/n. What’s with the Hercules grip?”

“Huh?” You looked up at him, glancing down at his arm to see your handprint dented into the vibranium. “Oh shit! I am so sorry! Let me fix that.” With a wave of your hand and a swirl of violet around your fingers, you fixed the dent in Bucky’s arm as if nothing ever happened to it.

Once Sam saw that you were completely fine, he turned to Zemo. “So, why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?”

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” Zemo pulled out a small leather book which looked like the exact same one Steve had.

You jolted back in your chair as Bucky charged at Zemo, grabbing him by the neck and snatching the book back.

Your eyes widened at the commotion in front of you. “Yo! Can you guys chill out?”

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky threatened him before going back to his seat.

“I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

“Don’t push it.”

“I’ve seen that book.” Sam commented. “It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?”

“I like 40s music, so....”

“You didn’t like it?” Sam gave him an offended look.

“I liked it.”

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Zemo elaborated to the conversation.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.” James responded.

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye. And y/n likes him too, don’t you y/n?” Sam now turned to you.

“Hm? Oh yeah, he’s great! Hendrix was pretty awesome too. Saw him in Woodstock, super chill dude to jam out on the guitar with by the way. I may or may not have dropped acid there.” You added the last part to yourself, though Sam overheard it and gave you a judgmental look, to which you looked at him, mouthing how it was only one time.

“You must have really looked up to Steve.” Zemo voiced. “But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”

“Watch your step, Zemo.”

“They become symbols.” Zemo continued to make his point. “Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?”

As Zemo spoke, you thought about how many of your people looked up to your father and brother, and even Hera. How many of them saw them as their beloved gods and saviors, these righteous and glorious beings. But you were there and witnessed what happened behind closed doors, you were a product of that, a product of their faults and imperfections. And as those memories came rushing back to you, so did the pain of the scars it left behind. You could still feel the tenderness of the long scar on your face left by Ares, and the number of ones that were scattered on your back like a pile of jagged twigs, leaving behind a grisly form of artwork.

“That is why we’re going to Madripoor.” Zemo finished.

You lifted your head up at the mention of the place, jerking your head towards Zemo. Well you were right about how you weren’t going to like the new destination.

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