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prismaticpichu · 2 years ago

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Ooh ooh for your writing prompts I would love to see how you do 6!! 🤩

Awww Zimmm you are EVIL xD xD That is, that is a prompt alright *squeezes squishable close.* Alas… I will play by the rules. Order coming right up~

(I actually had to pull out My Immortal to set my mood right. Bloody heck that song is an onion bomb to me.)

Warning that, just like your flu shot, this may pinch a little. This is not a good time.

He waited.

A long and looming figure lurched against the wall, inhumanly thin, twisted in proportion, drenching him in tar as it mirrored the pose he was in. It crossed its own arms and waited alongside him.

They waited.

They waited for the shock to turn to fury, to finally make the reins tethering Her down snap. She was always in there, unheard, dormant, stifled, like an animal snarled in the threads of his composition. They had been wire-thin once, portions of his defense Hollander’s dolls had gouged out. She had grazed the surface—so close to clawing out. He saw it, all those times when his teeth gritted, fingers clenching like a vice, the tube pumping Mako into his blood rattling against her weight.

And then it stopped.

All because of the boy… the godforsaken boy who always kept Her tied. Leeching onto his creation, repelling Her and siphoning the poison from his veins. Infecting him with his own disease.

He waited, watching every flicker in his son’s eyes, tracing the stillness of those monstrous pupils and the Mako islanding them, twin blades of green cutting through the dark. They quivered, and then they settled again.

She was behind them. Nourished by the venom seething inside him, and finally without anyone to keep Her captive.

He waited.

His breath rattled.

He waited.

He stopped.

He wai—

And a sharp, blood-curdling, horrible sound tore from Sephiroth’s lips, his legs failing below him as he was sent crumpling to the floor. The PHS slid from his hand, contacts still open. Plastic shattered, the echo silent, fissures running through the professor’s name.

And he cried, breaking all at once. In front of his father. For his treasure.

“No… no…” Sephiroth gathered the bundle of crimson clothes into his arms, the collar sopping under his trembling fingers. “Z… Za…” He enveloped him, swaddled him, crushed him, burying his head into his best friend’s neck, already gashed and torn agape, sanguine streams riding down blanched skin.

Wake me up… Gaia. Wake me up. WAKE ME UP!

He never heard himself scream before, and all at once it was so subdued. Swallowed in the ringing numbness surrounding him. There was somebody standing there, a shape in the corner. He didn’t see it. Couldn’t even begin to reach for recognition.

The only thing that mattered, the only thing that ever mattered, he held cradled to his chest.

Pale, damp eyes slid open then. Sheeted under glass, the oceans icy. Light could barely crack through… but he could feel. There was warmth cocooning him… a familiar sanctuary… a song pressed against his ear.

“S… Sph…” His gaze drifted upwards, limp. Just conscious enough to see green stars dancing against the haze.

Sephiroth choked on his breath, selfishly gulping in what Zack had none left of. “Yes…” he mumbled into the threads. “I’m right here…” He knew it was a lie, but it was all he could bring himself to say. He pressed him closer. “I’m here…”

I’ll always keep you safe… I promise.

I will protect you. You’re going to be okay.

Thanks, Seph…

You’re always there for me…

He didn’t know what to do but to try and close the flaps of skin, viscous and cold and… fruitless. Sephiroth shook his head, crushing him as if to he some desperate, futile levee for his life. “I’m sorry…” His entire body trembled, the quaking tower of veins and muscles and all the way down to his cells. “I’m so sorry…”

If he had never roped Zack into his life… If he kept him…

Zack’s fingers twitched, he commanded them to with every fading ember of his strength, grasping a feeble bundle of leather. He felt the blood slipping from his hold, draining away. Leaking out. He knew he was dying… It was a strange, floating feeling. Like… like all this times he tried to swim in the deep end and couldn’t.

He just needed to reach a wall… then he could… pull himself out. Seph was sad. He was blaming himself. He couldn’t let him do that. He needed to get there. He needed to tell him it wasn’t his fault. That it had all happened so fast. The alert of loose monsters in the lab. Rushing down. A materia. Freezing. Silver blurs. Feeling freezing…

“Don’t…” Sephiroth waded through his throat. So many flashes in his mind, caught in the rapids. The tsunami of smiles and laughter and starlight… feathers drifting and glimpses of childhood and gentle, warm gauze wrapped around his heart. “Please, Zack… I need you.” Another choke. “I… I don’t want… Don’t leave me…”

Zack’s grip loosened, disobeying his stark command to tighten it. “I don’t w… nt to, bud…” He inched deeper into the soft, inky blackness, wriggling away from the numbness trying to claim him. Sweep him away like waves. Yet the foam was reaching his feet, brushing against him…

No. No… he couldn’t. Not yet. There was so much he had to say… Static hazed his mind, memories engulfed… thoughts falling… words slipping. He tried to force his lips to crack, fighting through the chattering, the numbness. He fought with all his might. All the strength he had been taught and bestowed, using the throbbing rhythm against his ear like a compass. Keeping him afloat. Just a moment longer.

He dissolved into Seph’s coat. “You’ll always be my very best friend…”

The wave crashed.

“Zack… Zack… enough. Zack…” Sephiroth’s words suffocated him. “No… No…”

And Hojo watched it all unfold, standing in the corner of the room. He couldn’t bring himself to move. Not with the growing realization that there was nothing to wait for, and that there would never be again. That he was too late.

She was gone; the boy had already killed Her.

The knife was dropped with a hollow, useless clatter, and Hojo finally walked away, leaving the broken image of his failure to drown in crimson light.

#sephiroth #zack fair #asks #prompts #professor hojo #crisis core #ffvii #oh god no my floofy reputation #weenie hut jrs is closed

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kuramirocket · 2 years ago

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Okay, now that I talked a little about Nezutan next is what my brain is currently obsessed with - the Mario brothers aka Mariocest!

You heard right. Forget about all the bs theories you may have heard about Mario hating his little brother. Nah, fam. Mario adores his twin and vice versa. I mean, most of us have seen the movie at this point right? :D

Forever screaming about the forehead touch!!! Mario's hand going down Luigi's head. Luigi's gripping Mario's arm a little tighter. Ahhhhhh!!!

For those who haven't watched, the whole movie is about Mario finding his brother who lands in the villain's domain that he rules and finding his brother is Mario's top priority. This movie really said fck you to anyone who think these twins hate one another. I mean the utter relief and happiness both show to be reunited with the other and that their beloved twin is safe. Urgh. Beautiful!

"We've never been apart this long before."

"Nothing can hurt us along as we're together."

They are so wholesome and pure in the movie and the most siblings to ever sibling 💚❤

Ofc, like any sibling they may get frustrated or annoyed with the other, they can be competitive with each other, but at the end of the day they are siblings and love each other no matter what! They are soulmates you can't change my mind!!

We can see this in many of the games.

After Luigi rescues his big bro in this gif below from Luigi's Mansion 3. Best hug in the games imo. Just look at how Mario leaps into his little bro's arms and how Luigi catches him.

I mean the Luigi's Mansion games is about him saving his beloved big brother, essentially.

More hugs from the games!!

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Note how in this scene in the 2nd vid below how Mario goes for Luigi first before anyone else. Not the toads, NOT Peach, but Luigi!!

Skip to 2:50 min

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Now, I've only been in this fandom a short time and been playing the games very slowly and have been trying to avoid spoilers because I do want to get these games and play them myself. But from what little I have seen and heard; These bros, ofc, fight alongside each other at times and their abilities complement one another; but ofc we also get a lot of hugs as you have seen, them carrying the other, Luigi crying in relief when he saves his big brother and sees he's okay.

These two gifs are mine. From Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga (2003):

Like I said, one of the scenes of Luigi crying in relief that Mario is okay.

From the first Luigi's Manison:

Fcking dead 😭❤💚

This is my gif. This is from the Super Mario Bros Super Show. Just look at Luigi trying to wake up his big brother with food because Mario loves to eat and just crying over him 😭

I have not read any of the manga for the Mario franchise, but I've seen some wild panels.

Don't have them on me at the moment, but you can see some scans on twitter like there is one of Mario exorcising a demon from baby Luigi, another one where Bowser says it will be hard for Mario to fight his baby brother who had been brainwashed to become Mr. L. In the same scene Mario is all happy saying, we know it's you Luigi, meanwhile brainwashed Luigi is just like I don't know who you are talking about. And I'm just here like no I need to know what happens next!!! Other manga panels show they share a bed, sleeping together.

And I just.

I need to consume and buy more official content cause there definitley seems to be a lot of gems and cute wholesome moments between the Mario bros in different media. And when I get it definitley need to share them with other sibcest shippers and fans in general too!! xD Anyways..

So yes, Mario and Luigi are twin brothers who love each other very much!!!

If you hurt Luigi, Mario will most definitley kick your ass and despite being afraid Luigi will stand up to fight for his brother!!

That's love btch!!

Sibling Shippers Propaganda Post

Why should a ship-shopping fellow sibling shipcest shipper hop ship to visit your shipcest ship?

Rules of the game: This is a positivity post! No negativity towards other ships. This should be about what you like about the ship, not the fandom. Also you don't have to follow my format, you can use any form of propaganda you want (art, song, etc.) FEEL FREE to add more propaganda to a ship that has already been mentioned. <I'll go first>

Vi x Jinx from Arcane - This is a fixit ship: In it's positive aspect it is about care, growth, understanding and support. In it's negative aspect it's about abuse, jealousy, violence, cheating and terrible coping strategies. In it's nuetral aspect it is about codependance - being sister, parent, lover and enemy all once.

“We’ve all had bad days. But we learn, and we stick together.”

“You're all I have left, I can't loose you”

“Sisters, right? You can't live with them, can't stuff them back in the old babymaker.”

Gunna cross post this as much as possible. Jump in with your coffincest, elsanna, wincest, lannicest, despaircest etc propaganda. I've forgotten your ship? I am sorry, tell me all about it in the form of propaganda. more shipcest.

reblog if you like this kind of post

#shipcest propaganda party <- tag to block

#mario franchise #my gifs #💎#the super mario bros super show #mario & luigi superstar saga #luigi's mansion #mariocest

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heartlessfujoshi · 6 years ago

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*More Screaming* I spent all day today reading Vices again instead of adulting because your new series got me in the mood and somehow I had forgotten how bloody amazing the whole fic is. So my dirty dishes that didn’t get cleaned today would like to thank you lol.

Legit me rn, Rev.

I’m so glad to know you neglected your responsibilities to read ‘Vices’. Don’t forget to do them tomorrow. ;)

#nice things #i love that i know your screaming is because of vices XD #i hope you had a nice cold shower after that readthrough #huehuehue #tehrevving

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pinkpruneclodwolf · 2 years ago

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*Screaming shaking wailing crying sobbing throwing up----* AUGH UR NEW CHAPTER IS SO?????

The way you write and show the intricate, complexity of siblinghood and how society perceives what siblings should be like that it ends up twisting what siblings actually are is giving me so many fucking emotions because while my brother doesn't necessarily hurt me in the same degree merry does to their siblings and vice-versa there are certain moments i can recount where i am deeply hurt by his actions but can't say anything because our parents had drilled into our heads that----

"arguing is not allowed as siblings, you only have each other---so bear with it." which isn't inherently bad to say but it does like ruin chances where we could grow as people by arguing and seeing from each other's views... instead things... just lay doormat and unresolved for us both which is why I like how you decided to portray that instead of just portraying merry as the stereotypical good older sibling tm who doesn't complain or feel resentful or any kind of complicated emotions really in regards to their situation w their siblings bc it's actually the exact opposite and they feel very conflicted over feeling like that bc of elder sister guilt AND bc society always reinforces the perception that older siblings aren't allowed to dislike or have complicated feelings towards their younger siblings or vice-versa.

KJSHFKJSHDFJHSKJFHSJ ANYWAYS--- enough of me being emotional about siblinghood... THE MAGIC STONES BEING LINKED TO THE BODY AND THE BODY BEING LINKED TO THE MIND AND THEREFORE THE SOUL KSJHFSJHFKS i absolutely love that concept because it makes so much sense why when overblotting your stone darkens and your body does a magical girl transformation 🤡🤡🤡KJDSSJDKFLSJ this kind of brings back an old idea i have where when you're a mage you have a designated stone type catered to your magic affinity to you so you can ACTUALLY do magic as a mage which would make sense, considering the world building in twst, but like what do you think??

Anyways how are you btw?? It's been a while since I last dropped by all things considered so i hope you're doing well!! XD Anyways till next time <3

ITS ABOUT THE GOLDEN CHILD SYNDROME ITS ABOUT THINKING YOUR SIBLINGS ARE AN ACCESSORY TO YOU BECAUSE YOU BELIEVE YOURE PROTECTING THEM ITS ABOUT WANYING TO BE A BETTER SIBLING/PERSON BUT NOT KNOWING HOW ITS ABOUT HOW ABUSE IS PERPETUATED ITS ABOUT FOLLOWING IN YOUR PARENTS FOOTSTEPS ITS ABOUT ALLOWING YOUR SIBLINGS TO BE THE SCAPEGOAT BECAUSE YOU FEAR WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THAT WAS YOU ITS ABOUT TRYING TO HEAL AND SET BOUNDARIES BUT NOT KNOWING HOW BECAUSE YOURS HAD BEEN VIOLATED BEYOND BELIEF ITS ABOUT FEAR ITS ABOUT HOW YOUR FRIENDS PERCEIVE YOUR SIBLINGS AND HAVING THE "NORMAL" BELIEF BE CEMENTED AND SUBSEQUENTLY YOUR ACCESSORY BELIEF ITS ABOUT CONSCIOUSLY PERPETUATING ABUSE ITS ABOUT HURTING THOSE AROUND YOU ITS ABOUT—

I am mentally ill.

I want to clarify that Meruem is actually the middle sibling this is due to her brother being perceived as dumber than her and her sister being young (6) which means her mother imprinted upon her because she was deemed the normal one out of the bunch.

Her older brother is the scapegoat.

I kinda destroyed the language barrier aspect (only a little, Japanese has so many nuances and I want to imply that the group speak slower around her so that she can grasp it) but if Cater and Merry could talk they'd definitely realize they are both the same and different. Because Meruem is the one who believes that her siblings are an accessory while Cater was seen as an accessory by his sister's (and even his mother to an extent).

Although, Cater is more roundabout when it comes to addressing his needs and playing them off as less than Meruem and Leona don't address their needs period until its pressed out of them (if they don't lash out)

I wanted to display that Merry does have a mean streak and treats Ace like her mom treated her brother and Deuce like her mom treats her and Grim like Ace like her brother and that will come to a head somewhere I this arc.

Leona and Cater and Meruem are bitter people for different and similar reasons and the Savanaclaw arc is going to reflect that honestly.

Leona because society and how his brother was propped up as the golden child, the magnum opus and he, the scapegoat for all his brother's shortcomings. Leona does care for his brother and even worries for him even stating that "[my brother] is too naive]" but because he wants half the recognition that he'd been deprived of as a child he'll only allow offhanded worries to slip through.

Cater's relationship with his sisters should be well known because it runs so deep into his personality that even his UM is affected by it. The personal story where they were raising mandrake that display a person's true personality and Cater's being described as wailing and sorrowful.....

Which is why I believe that Jack and Trey, who have good relationships with their siblings. Jade and Floyd, who society deems the "normal" one and the "abnormal" one respectively. Ace, who mentions healthy competition with his brother. And Deuce and Riddle, who are only children. Cater who is still bitter about how his sisters treated him, should've/had played roles in the Savanaclaw Chapter.

Crowley was definitely lying about the Stones not being linked to the soul because that'd raise questions. Specifically ones like "are the Stones the ones that induce OB?" Something along those lines that you asked previously.

I do think that Stones are connected through like minded individuals, the Heartslabyul group have red gems but probably of different origin (ruby, garnet, red beryl...) to show that they are the same but are still different. Because souls are different and the same just as people are.

Crowley is shady I'm so serious.

But yeah, depending on the Stone one might be more affected by Blot than the other, and I do think some people (Idia, Grim) are less affected by Blot than others.

White Fang (who Jack Howl is based off of) and the themes of Nature v Nurture, Siblinghood, and abuse will be the major themes in this arc so.... Yeah.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst theory #@hiraya manwari #scream into the void and i'll answer #im so serious chapter 2 being dedicated to sibling relationships is my new jam #Crowley will be omitting a lot of stuff and im tired of pretending he wont #that man wasnt even there for most of Chapter 6 what makes you think he's not above lying #S.T.Y.X get his ass im so serious

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redfurrycat · 1 year ago

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@the-ace-with-spades I want to scream about every little thing you've written. Ever since the post, I'm here trying to find the first thing I want to talk about… Je-sus!

O-Kay. First thing… How the hell did you make the files??? It looks so good and fine and awesome?! :D

Mav still feeling Goose is something that makes me cry like a baby…Especially because I think this is why the Rooster and Mav drift was unsuccessful and kind of went bad. This is a mess already that couldn’t end well with a Bradshaw and a Mitchell drifting again… ☹

Ice being so soft with Bradley he can’t say no to him…. AW. Look at that melting smoothie! <3

The chuck/herc and chaleigh vibes of it all. EVEN THE DOG!!!!!!!! OMG. ARE YOU EVEN FOR REAL?! (Yes. You are for real and I’m HERE. CHEERLEADING THE HECK OUT OF IT. I’m the Newton Geiszler here.)

Darcy and Bradley were a thing? Or did Bradley adopt his co-pilot's sister's daughter when they both died? (AND HELL NO. HE STILL FEELS HER TOO. This is so heart-breaking…. ☹)

Ice and Pentecost similar situation…. :O (You can’t let Ice die though. YOU HEAR ME?! NOT. POSSIBLE. INCONCEIVABLE)

Jake challenging Mav… And them discovering they’re drift-compatible. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamned. I want to read this SO BADLY. This is SO COOL to picture. (Yes. I’m picturing the Mako/Raleigh kind of fight… 😉) (And nicely done. They SHOULD be Striker Eureka’s pilots!!!! <3)

Another scene I would like to read is Ice discovering Bradley, his SON, has a kid…Making him a GRANDPOPS. (‘And fuck. What will Mav say?!’) Is he horrified to recruit his son to fight? Feeling guilty over sending his grand-daughter’s dad at war? This is nerve-wracking and super angsty… :/

Nat, Bob and Rooster being long lost friends after exactly ten seconds meeting… <3

HE DOODLED JAKE BRADSHAW. HOLY SHIT. :D I love the way the crush is hypothetically over…until IT IS SO NOT OVER JAKE IS AN IDIOT FOR THINKING IT WAS EVER OVER. xD (And the meeting with the daughter… I can see Jake first meeting the girl and being amused and smitten over his biggest and smallest fan ever with beautiful brown eyes…. ‘Fuck. It’s Bradshaw’s daughter. Shit. Does that mean he’s taken? Fuck. Does it also mean the cutest girl ever is about to lose her dad? NOT. ON. MY. WATCH.’ And he’d make his dog babysit the girl and vice-versa…You know something cute like that :D)

OMG. Why did you make Jake Texan AND Aussie? This is so criminal… ☹ (Same with the combo Texan/Italian I’ve seen… It’s too sexy to be allowed…. *sigh*) (By that I mean, you’re a genius.)

(Mav and Jake having a strong neural handshake is reason enough for them to pilot the best Jaeger they have left…<3 But the half-aussie thingy is HELLA NICE)

Slider… What’s his role at the Shatterdome? As he’s retired from piloting Jaegers… Is he a Tendo?

Bradley’s daughter having Jaegers Plushies… YES.

Oh! I vote for German Shepherd! <3 <3 (Jake adopts Godzilla -my attempt at naming them- but imagine his reaction when Godzilla and Bradley meet again? :D)

Boombox with different ‘mood’ cassettes as well as his parents… It’s precious and you can’t touch it. They’re stocked in a special way.

Bobby and Nat piloting together… <3

Jake and Bradley discovering their compatibility potential fighting like Raleigh and Chuck? :D

I love your Darcy character!!!!! <3

Still on my Pacific Rim AU brainrot so here we go with the fic idea that's not leaving my head...

Backstory - so, if anyone's seen the Dossier Files I made, you might already know bits of it but:

Everything from Top Gun (1986) except for Goose's death still happened, we just move the event by around 10 years into the future so it was like 1996/7 instead. Kaiju start attacking in 2006, Carole dies in the attack on San Diego, and Mav and Goose become one of the first co-pilots along with Ice and Slider.

Goose dies in Romeo Blue when they're still connected and Mav adopts Bradley (who is 13/14 at the time). He and Ice are married already and Slider, who has another baby on the way, retires from combat after Goose's death, scared that he's going to orphan his kids, too.

Ice and Mav start drifting together and they are The Dream Team™. Obviously, Bradley watches it all as he's being moved from Shatterdome to Shatterdome with the Lucky Seven Team.

He turns seventeen, gets into the Jaeger Academy Program and the whole pulling the papers happens but Bradley is stubborn and a legacy kid so the current Marshal from their Shatterdome (I imagine Viper, maybe?) goes over Mav's head and he gets in and starts attending at eighteen. This made the situation between Brad, Mav, and Ice tense as hell (especially Mav because Bradley knows Ice is too soft to ever tell him no and it was not his initiative) but they still talk

Bradley aces the training and during it, finds his co-pilot, Darcy (OC, obviously). They get the newest Mark-III to pilot, Gipsy Danger and they instantly become The Dream Team™ too. Bradley becomes PPDC's poster boy as the late Bradshaw's kid (no one knows about the Mav and Ice thing...) and Darcy is the youngest pilot to enter the program and one the few Aussie pilots that qualified in the past few years. They're the new duo of the PR team basically and they're sold off as celebrities when they have a win after a win.

They take a year off when Darcy gets pregnant, in reserve in LA, and when they're back to active duty and Knifehead happens and Bradley goes through the exact same thing Mav went through - his co-pilot dies when they're still connected. Darcy's mind never leaves his brain and he can still feel her.

Just before this, Ice gets diagnosed with cancer and stops piloting to basically not die under the neural load. Mav is looking for a new pilot.

Something that would be a big spoiler happens between Mav and Bradley and Bradley leaves PPDC.

Mav and Ice are visiting the training program with the new recruits and Jake, the cocky son of a bastard, challenges Mav to a fight and they accidently find out they're drift compatible. And Jake becomes Mav's new co-pilot for Striker Eureka.

The world goes to shit, Ice is running PPDC as renegades and they're running out of pilots, and after over 4 years, he tracks Bradley down to where he's working as a cargo pilot at the Anti-Kaiju Wall. He doesn't know one thing though - that Bradley has a kid, a three-year-old daughter.

They arrive in Tokyo Shatterdome and Bradley meets Natasha, who, in Ice's mind is a great candidate for his drift partner (and becomes his daughter's favorite very quickly), and Bob, one of the leading upgrade engineers for the re-commissioned Gipsy. And Jake, the biggest ass Bradley's met who has a problem with him even though they've never met before.

Now, Jake is a bigger ass than usually because he had a celebrity crush on Bradley - or rather a Crush with capital C, posters in his bedroom, interviews recorded and saved on his laptop, t-shirts with Gipsy Danger and Jake Bradshaw written in the back of his math notebook included. He had daydreamed about meeting Bradley and impressing him and becoming a co-pilot pair ala Ice and Mav and when he disappeared right before Jake had an opportunity to meet him in Sydney Shatterdome, he was Mad™. It subsided with the years going and the longer Bradley was gone, the more he was becoming PPDC's new poster boy. In Jake's mind, he went from zero to hero and Bradley went from hero to zero.

And then Bradley shows up at his 'Dome and he realizes the crush isn't gone at all and he's Fucking Mad™ about it. And then he discovers Bradley's got a kid.

Some smaller details I might include somehow:

Nat was one of the crew of the Crimson Typhoon up until a year before.

Jake is half-Aussie and the accent switches places with the Texan drawl sometimes (he learned to hold it back because his dad didn't like it when he spoke with his mama's accent). Everyone thinks it's fake but Bradley realizes it's genuine because Darcy was Aussie. (Also, I added this detail because I was struggling to find a reason why Mav and Jake would have an Australian Jaeger as Americans...)

Slider's family (aside from his eldest daughter who is in college) is at the 'Dome with him, including Sara.

Bradley and Darcy's drivesuits were metallic red, now Brad only wears black. Mav and Jake wear metallic green, but it used to be metallic blue when he and Ice were drifting together.

Bradley's daughter had multiple Jaeger Plushies and ironically, her favorite is Striker Eureka because it has a dog in the decal and 'has a funny name and funny face'

When Bradley leaves, he leaves his dog with Mav and Ice (one he got when he was seventeen) and when Jake moves to the 'Dome, he basically announces the dog is now his, not Mav's, because he likes Jake better (I still don't know what dog breed, tho?? I'm hanging onto a beagle/miniature german shepherd atm)

Sara's and Ice's names are spelled this way (Sara and Tomasz) because that's how they'd be spelled if they were Polish.

Bradley carries a boombox into the jaeger every time he rides - uses his dad's and mom's cassette tapes. He's also got a couple of walkmans and his daughter her own too - decorated with stickers and glitter.

Things bordering on spoiler-y + additional dossier for Darcy and Brad's medical report under the cut:

The shit that happened between Mav and Brad was that Ice had the idea that hey, maybe you could drift together, and they could, really well at that, Mav just...didn't react well? It ended with them almost blowing up Lucky Seven and Ice erased the records so no one knew the details. They both said some shit and Bradley decided he's never trusting Mav again and he's got nothing holding him in the PPDC.

Bradley and Nat are compatible, they're actually really compatible for a pair of people who are not related/never met before, but Bob is going to be Nat's co-pilot, and Bradlye and Jake will ride together, is all I'm saying.

The mockup files not included in the previous post (with a small cameo from Penny):

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(also, going to tag you here, @redfurrycat, because I thought you might like it 👉👈)

#your hangster pacific rim AU is REALLY nice... THANK YOU FOR SHARING!!!!!#No matter what you decide to do. To write or not to write. Know that it gives me SO MANY HAPPY FEELS already! <3

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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HC: Kiri, Denki, Mina and Zero all play Dnd, toshi is the DM, he was bullied into it but he's so good at voices and fucking with the players.

Bakugo can't stand their nerd sessions every Friday night UNTIL the rest of the Baku squad invite you to play. You reluctantly agree and after one or two sessions you're settled, relaxed, and having loads of fun, and bakugo has done nothing but glare at you the whole night.

Next session you discover he has muscled his way in, with cheers from kiri and a knowing smirk from Mina and toshi, Denki is oblivious of course.

Because if you can have the fucking time of your like it might just be worth giving this stupid extras game a go.

His character is just him, and acts all angry at yours but Hitoshi keeps manipulating the story to give you guys one on one time and his crush on you becomes so much more intense until he ends up asking you out in game xD

Ahhhh I’m SCREAMING! I love this so so much.

I just imagine his character looking so big, beefy and powerful and you look so delicate beside him but you’re just as badass.

(I’ve never played DND so don’t laugh at my absolute lack of knowledge but—)

Literally though can you imagine an AU where you log on every night to escape your shorty life and play DND, and every time you play you always end up on a team with people that absolutely fucking suck. Like they just let the side down or they’re not dependable at all. Until you start fighting with “LordExplosionMurder”. Both of you bonding over strategy as he types in the comments about what move you’re gonna make next or how you’re going to attack. You find yourself more and more excited to log on each evening as he’s always dependable and when you fight together you always win?

You start small talking with him as your game progresses, enjoying the conversations and staying up way later than you should when you have work the next morning. Finding yourself missing him during the day and your thoughts randomly flying back to him as you’re doing the most simple tasks, wishing you could be online with him.

Bakugou is much the same, the Bakusquad ripping into him more and more as he refuses to go out for food or drinks with them, instead opting to stay in and talk to you online in the game. Kirishima can see what’s happening and that Bakugou must like you and Denki ends up saying that you’re probably a 40 year old virgin guy that lives in his parents basement cause “only 40 year old virgins use the hot avatars dude.”

But there’s something about you, something that Bakugiu can’t quite explain. And no matter how hard he tries, even if he finds himself believing Denki’s thoughts he can’t stop talking to you.

But I can’t decide if like you get married in the game first and then he asks to see you and when he finally does he’s in shock because you’re fucking hot. Maybe you end up FaceTiming so it’s the first time you both see each other?

Or maybe you see each other first, and only then after you’ve made your relationship official in real life do you get married in game?

Or maybe it’s like a long distance thing and Bakugou ends up coming to visit you or vice versa?

AHHH! Or maybe Denki or Kiri work out who you are before Bakugou does?

OMG OR THEY GET IT WRONG AND THEY CONVINCE BAKUGOU YOU’RE A CATFISH OR AN OLD CREEPY DUDE OR SOMETHING? I just have so many thoughts about this ahhhh.

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst

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flowercrown-bard · 3 years ago

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I have another prompt for you! Do with it ehat you want. It rested way too long in my "Ideas I never use" box:

"I don't even care about my own life, why would I care about yours? I am a fucking pheonix, my dear, death is just like an insect to me – It stings, but has no lasting effect"

(maybe it's fitted for a Fey!Jaskier? Or Ageless!Jaskier? Or a Villain?)

Ohhh I love that prompt! Thank you!! <3 (shame on me, i left out the word 'fucking' bc it didn't fit the vibe of the fic. Hope it's still ok)

I again have no idea what I'm doing, but where would be the fun in knowing what's going on in my own writing XD

word count: 4884

content warnings: brief mention of blood, brief mention of injury, temporary character death (for about two seconds), burning alive (kind of)

There was something in this forest that didn’t belong here.

Hasty steps disturbed the birds’ songs and heavy panting cut through the illusion of safety that lay over this land like a fog.

The girl running through the woods threw a glance over her shoulder, a haunted expression on her face. Her feet caught on a protruding root and with a cry that pierced the air like an arrow, she fell onto her hands and knees.

Her scream carried on, long after she had closed her lips again. The echo started out as a whisper, then it grew louder and louder, became a symphony of fear and desperation. The sound of one who was truly lost.

Then again, all who found this forest were lost in one way or another.

And though they might not realise it, no one was ever truly alone in these woods.

Inhuman blue eyes watched from the shadows of the underbrush as the girl curled in on herself, lying on the forest floor in a heap of helplessness.

With slow steps that fell onto the earth silently as a sigh, Dandelion took off their cloak of shadow and approached the lost girl in front of them. As they came closer, they lightly hummed a melody, a soft lullaby made of wishes and dreams.

Slowly, the girl’s shuddering breaths evened out and some of that tension that held her in a vice-like grip, eased out of her shoulders.

“Child,” Dandelion spoke softly, in a voice that was bird song and trees swaying in the wind.

The girl looked up. For a moment, she didn’t seem to comprehend what was kneeling before her. Then, within the blink of an eye, she scrambled backwards, terror etched onto her face.

“You don’t need to fear me,” Dandelion said softly, holding their hands up.

“Why should I believe you?” The girl’s hands wandered across the forest floor until the closed around a branch lying next to her. Though fear twisted her face, she held the branch in front of her like a sword.

Dandelion cocked their head to the side, a smile flickering over their face. This girl was brave. Most lost people were, but there was something about her…something other. Something elder.

“You can believe me, because I can’t lie.”

“You’re not human.” The girl’s gaze wandered over Dandelion. They could nearly feel how her eyes raked over his claws that were just a little too sharp to pass as human, over their blonde locks that nearly had the colour of the flower they had named themselves after; the name yet another fruitless attempt to become more than they were. They were so close to being human. Still, despite centuries searching, they hadn’t found the right them yet. Not in this life and not in any that had come before.

“I am not,” they admitted and the words tasted like ash on their tongue. Always ash. Always fire and ambers. And yet, nothing more than a small sting that would pass when the life engulfed them in another embrace. Another chance.

“Then what are you?”

Dandelion lowered themselves to the ground, until they were at eye level with the girl. Carefully, they reached out their hand, an offer, an invitation.

“I am a Home for the Lost. Another Chance.”

“I am not lost!” The girl sprang to her feet without warning, gripping the branch tighter. “I know where I’m going. I’m…I’m looking for someone.”

“And someone’s looking for you, I assume?”

The girl bit her lip while her eyes darted to the side again, scanning the trees as if whoever she was running from could jump out and attack her at any moment.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Dandelion repeated. “You can be lost here for as long as you need to be.”

“What if I don’t want to be lost?”

Dandelion gave her a smile that they knew couldn’t reach their eyes. “Then I can keep you safe until you’re found again.”

“But you’re not him. The one who’s supposed to protect me.” The girl’s breath hitched. “Are you? You’re not Geralt of Rivia.”

Dandelion drew in a deep breath, tasting the name on their tongue as they inhaled. Their eyes fluttered close as the power of the name surged through them.

“I’m not,” Dandelion agreed. It wasn’t a lie. And yet, they felt a part of Geralt of Rivia’s being taking root within him. His name was theirs. His winding path, his doubts, his destiny. His losses. “But he will come here. I promise you that.”

“How can you? Have you seen him in these woods? I didn’t know he was in Brokilon forest.”

“This isn’t Brokilon forest. It stopped being that when I found you. And it doesn’t matter where Geralt of Rivia is. Not yet.” A breeze ruffled through the trees, whispering its secrets to its master. “He will be here. All woods lead here, when you go deep enough. When you get lost enough.”

If there was one certainty that pulsed through the name like a heartbeat, it was that Geralt of Rivia was lost, more than anyone Dandelion knew of. Except, of course, for the one person that Dandelion didn’t have the power to guide back to their right path. The one person who was given chance after chance after chance for a new start and yet never found their way out of the maze they were trapped in.

“He will come.” Their promise tasted like lightning and the soothing melody of a bubbling river. “You will be his second chance. Until then, let me be yours. I will keep you safe.”

The girl hesitated a moment longer. Then, she dropped the branch and flung herself into Dandelion’s arms, desperate not to be lost again.

Dandelion’s held her tightly, rapped his shadowy cloak around her and whispered soothingly into her hair. The embrace was like the feeling of when the fire stopped. At least that was how Dandelion imagined it must feel, when there were no flames coursing through their veins.

But they couldn’t truly know. After all, everyone was in this forest was lost in one way or another.

‘The girl in the woods will be with you always’

Renfri’s words echoed in Geralt’s mind as he limped onwards through the trees, ignoring the worried calls of the man who had taken him with him on his cart.

Geralt couldn’t waste a single moment longer by staying with him and his wife. His child surprise was out there somewhere, waiting for him. And Geralt…Geralt didn’t know what to do. He had to find her, had to make sure she was safe.

Yet he had no way of knowing where she even was, or if she was still alive. It was a miracle Geralt himself wasn’t dead yet.

You can be lost here.

Geralt’s head snapped up, his eyes darting across the trees sharply.

“Who’s there?” He called out. A mistake he wouldn’t have done if his mind had been clear and not muddled by ghoul poison.

For a long moment, there was no reply. Ever so slowly, Geralt tore his eyes from the darkness that lurked behind the trees. That’s when a different echo reached him.

Not Geralt of Rivia.

This voice sounded younger. Child-like.

“Ciri.” The name was but a breath on his lips, but he knew it in his heart to be true. Somehow, this voice was Ciri’s.

His staggering steps got faster, until he nearly ran. Geralt didn’t care about how the movement tore at his wound, how twigs whipped into his face, how his breath became shallow as black spots danced before his eyes.

He was urged onwards by the unbending certainty that Ciri was near, that he would finally find her.

People linked by destiny would always find each other.

But there was something else as well. A wildfire in his chest, a strand of shadow tugging him onward.

Geralt of Rivia.

The echo of his name rang through the woods, through the air and the inside of his head. Two voices. Ciri’s – and another one. A voice that sent shivers down Geralt’s spine.

The repeat of his name turned into a melody. A lullaby. A siren’s call.

Every instinct in him screamed to turn back, to get himself to safety. But instincts had been beaten out of him a long time ago.

His instinct had told him that his mother would take care of him.

His instinct had told him that he was loved.

His instinct had told him that there was nothing he could lose by calling upon the law of surprise.

But, oh, how he had lost. His mother, the woman he had thought he had loved, the certainty that he could keep walking the path that had been his only guidance since Vesemir had taken him to Kaer Morhen.

Geralt had lost, again and again, until he had become lost himself.

His chest became tight and he had to squeeze his eyes shut against the pressure building behind his eyes.

He was lost.

And yet he had no choice but to keep going. A haunting lullaby and his name on the wind forbid him from turning back.

He tried to orient himself on the rays of sun shining through the canopy of too-green leaves. Desperate to reach a path or a person that would make him not-lost again, Geralt ran until his breath turned into pants and his muscles protested. Witchers didn’t tire so easily. If need be, Geralt could fight for hours, stay up for days. Yet, no matter how much his body ached and protested, claiming it had been hours, days, weeks, the sun remained in his spot, never moving, as if no time was passing.

Geralt’s lungs were burning and the pain in his leg flared up with every step, until there were no more steps to take.

His knees gave out from under him and he collapsed, falling to his hands and knees onto the grass, the blades of which looked sharp as a sword but felt soft beneath his hands. Like a pillow to lay down on. Like an embrace. Like a home.

Witchers had no home. They only had the path, and yet, looking at this strange forest with its whispers and stagnant sun, Geralt had not even this.

“I am lost,” He called out, an act of pure desperation that never before had he allowed himself to admit to. His voice was raspy and scratched at his throat like shards of glass. As if he hadn’t uttered a single word for weeks.

Lost.

The haunting reply came in his own voice. A chill raced down Geralt’s spine and his fingers fisted into the grass, desperate to cling to something.

“I don’t know the way.”

Away.

An unshakable fear seized Geralt. He didn’t care how his voice broke, how his body was already broken.

“I need help.”

Witchers didn’t need help. They didn’t beg. And if they ever did, their pleas would go unheard.

Not so Geralt’s.

Something snapped to his right. He winced, his hand instinctively reaching for his silver sword. The medallion on his chest vibrated furiously.

He pushed himself to his feet, trembling with the effort, but unwilling to be on his knees like a condemned man waiting for his executioner.

The snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves stopped for a moment, a quiet laugh that sounded like water tumbling over rocks replaced the sounds.

“I found you.”

Geralt stiffened. It was the same voice as the first whisper he had heard – the voice that had lured him here. Only this time, it wasn’t a whisper on the wind. It was very real and far too close for comfort.

Witchers didn’t receive help. Whatever had answered his call must have darker intentions.

“Show yourself!” Geralt demanded, gripping his sword tighter.

For a moment, everything went still. No more whispers, no lullaby, not even the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Then, the bushes to Geralt’s right parted and someone stepped through. No, not someone. Something.

The creature in front of him looked how someone who had only ever seen a human’s shadow might imagine a human to look like. The being walking towards him was taller than any human could be, towering over Geralt. Their limbs were too long.

When their lips parted for a smile, the rows of teeth in them were sharp as a wolf’s.

“What are you?” The question left Geralt before he could think better of it.

The being cocked their head to the side curiously, too-blue eyes wandering over Geralt’s body, as if they didn’t even notice the sword pointed at them.

“I’m the Second Chance,” the being said, their eyes flashing with something Geralt didn’t dare name. “Yours, if you want me to be.”

“Who else’s second chance are you?” The question didn’t make sense, but Geralt had no control over his tongue. There was something about this creature – person? – that urged him to say things he didn’t understand. It was as if deep down, he already knew the answer, as if a part of him had known this person for a long time.

The being didn’t reply, but they raised their hands to their side and brushed lovingly over something. The air flickered in front of Geralt’s eyes, making him nauseous and dizzy, yet when he tried to look closer, he could only see shadow behind the creature. Until they flicked a hand behind them and the shadows parted, revealing a smaller figure. A girl with blonde hair that stared at Geralt with big green eyes.

Geralt sucked in a sharp breath.

It was Ciri. The one who had been lost to him.

And she was standing behind a creature powerful enough to lure even a witcher in. A creature who now placed a clawed hand on Ciri’s shoulder – the shoulder of the girl Geralt was sworn to protect.

“Let her go.” The demand left Geralt’s lips like a beast’s snarl.

“Go?” The being’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I made a promise to keep her with me. I don’t let any lost soul go.”

Their eyes bore into Geralt’s, searching through his soul, laying bare everything he was.

A boy, lost and abandoned by his mother.

A man who had lost a fight with the woman he thought he had loved – losing the fight, losing her, losing what he had been so sure had been love.

A human, who had lost his humanity.

Geralt, who was nothing but lost.

And there in front of him stood a creature who kept lost souls. The being sucked in a deep breath, closing their eyes as if they could taste all of Geralt’s losses.

They would keep him. Him and Ciri, damned forever to wander this cursed forest in which time stood still and echoes whispered into his heart.

He couldn’t let that come to pass. Not for Ciri.

Geralt knew his life was lost as well, even as he swung his sword. It didn’t matter. He had to save Ciri, had to get her out of this creature’s grasp.

There was a cry when his blade pierced the being’s chest. Was it his own cry or Ciri’s? Was the whole forest screaming as its master fell to their knees? There was only one voice who didn’t join the cry of agony. One, who was deadly silent, as life drained from it.

Blue eyes shot open, staring at the blade buried in the being’s chest with curiosity that quickly turned into resignation. For but a heartbeat, fear flickered in the being’s expression.

Fire blazed in those blue eyes. Fire poured forth from the wound instead of blood. Fire came to life in the being’s hair, searing the dandelion-yellow strands and racing over their body until all that was left of them was dancing flames.

Geralt watched in horror, as the flesh turned to ash before his very eyes. No, not ash. Dandelion seeds.

The wind picked up, tearing at Geralt’s hair, pushing him away, making the dandelion seeds tumble through the air in a wild dance.

Leaves tore from the trees, yellow flower petals, bits and pieces of the forest. All was dancing through the air, forming shapes and breaking apart again. The grass that had been so soft a moment before, shot up, grew faster and higher than any plant could, forming the shape of legs, of a torso, of a head. And still the leaves whirled through the air, obscuring the sight to the body that formed right in front of Geralt’s eyes.

A pit opened in Geralt’s stomach and the realisation of what this meant crashed into him with the force of a cockatrice slamming into its prey.

The being wasn’t dead. But it was only a matter of time before Geralt was, dying at the hand of the creature he couldn’t kill.

Geralt’s sword slipped out of his limp grasp, landing on the ground with a soft thud.

Geralt followed a moment after, his knees hitting the ground once more. This time, his executioner wouldn’t hesitate.

Geralt couldn’t protect his child surprise. Not in the years to come. But there was one thing he could do in this moment, one last act of desperation to save a life that he had always been meant to guard with his own.

“I make you a bargain!” Geralt’s voice got drowned in the howling of the wind, and yet, the ever-changing shape of the being turned towards him. Geralt’s throat went dry, his chest tightening. “My life for hers.” Through the whirlwind of leaves and blossoms, Geralt met Ciri’s gaze. Her eyes were wide and terrified. She was his to save. “Take my life and give the girl back hers. Let her go.”

Geralt bowed his head, awaiting judgement. For failing Ciri. For failing Vesemir and not being able to kill this creature. For failing himself. For losing, just when he had finally found the girl he had been looking for.

The wind didn’t falter, yet it changed course. The petals drew closer together, reaching towards Geralt like a hand.

A soft touch brushed his chin, tilting his head upwards, forcing him to look at the swirling shapes before him.

Though the being had no lips yet, their voice was clear and crushingly loud, coming from all around him. Every tree, every blade of grass, the very air spoke with the being’s voice. “Oh, but I don’t even care about my own life, why would I care about yours?”

Despite the roaring volume, the voice was achingly soft, like sweet nothings whispered in Geralt’s ear. The petals brushed Geralt’s cheek like a lover’s caress.

Geralt’s heart pounded in his chest, like a drum, growing faster each second, it’s rhythm dictated by the song that made this creature be.

“There must be something – how can a life be meaningless to you?” Geralt’s voice broke and his eyes flickered over to Ciri again. The child he hadn’t wanted. The life he had tried to push as far from his path as he could.

A sharp sound pierced the air, reverberating in Geralt’s bones. Only when it cut off abruptly, did Geralt recognise it. A laugh, devoid of life or joy.

“I am a phoenix, my dear.” The endearment cut into Geralt, broke him apart, made him wish that he could be more – that he could be found. “Death is just an insect to me – it stings, but has no lasting effect.”

“Liar.” The rasped out word cut through the symphony of sound.

Within the blink of an eye, everything around him stilled. The wind was still moving the petals and leaves. The being’s shape was still changing, and yet, there was no sound. Nothing, but Geralt’s own heartbeat and his blood rushing in his ears.

Then-

“What did you call me?”

It was only a single voice, within Geralt’s mind. A helpless desperation clung to it. A hunger.

“I called you a liar.”

“I cannot lie.”

Geralt’s jaw clenched and he forced himself to stare up at the swirling shape.

“Then you are a fool, if you truly believe your own words.” His hands trembled and he had to clench them into fists. Each word he spoke, dug his own grave deeper and yet, he couldn’t stop. It was as if there was something tying him to this creature, something telling him that he could know them, just as he was certain the creature knew him. “If death is like the sting of an insect to you, then it is more than just a passing irritation. Adults still remember when they had been stung by a bee as a child. Warriors flinch back from wasps, even knowing the stinging will pass. Gnat’s bites will itch for weeks.”

“Pretty words for a man who had first used his sword before attempting to speak. Yet the cut of your words hurts me as little as your sword did.” The caress of the petals left Geralt and he nearly found himself following their receding touch. “I do not care for my death, nor do I for my life.”

“Then why am I still alive? If life and death doesn’t matter to you, then why did you not just end mine?”

Unless…

I don’t even care about my own life, why would I care about yours?

They had never said they didn’t care about Geralt’s life. It had been a question – unable to either be a lie or a truth.

The only life they didn’t care about was their own.

It didn’t make sense. And yet, as minutes, days, an eternity passed and the being still hadn’t taken on a new shape, a vessel for their new life, no doubt was left in Geralt’s mind.

“Then let me give you something else,” Geralt whispered, his mind racing. In the stories, the creatures entrapping children in their realm and bargaining for their lives only ever wanted one thing. “If you let her go, I will give you my name.”

Something changed in the air. An almost palpable tension pressed down on Geralt, making it hard to notice anything around him but the dancing petals.

“Oh, my White Wolf.” The name the being spoke wasn’t Geralt’s name, and yet Geralt felt a tugging in his chest, a soothing caress, a gentle promise. It felt like his. And it felt like the being’s. “I already have your name.”

“Then what do you want? What…” Geralt trailed off, only now noticing the hint of something heavy in the being’s voice. It had Geralt’s name. Yet, Geralt had no way of referring to the creature. He didn’t know them. Perhaps no one did. “Then I give you permission to tell me your name. You may let me get to know you. You may ask to not be…to not be lost without anyone knowing who you are.”

Yearning. Hope. Helplessness.

How a being without a form could make their emotions so apparent, was beyond Geralt, but there was no denying it. The air felt lighter, the grass brighter and the silence was replaced by a soft humming, not unlike the lullaby Geralt had heard earlier. The forest was pulsating like a heart, was living off of the being’s longing to be found.

“I can’t give you my name,” the being said. “I can’t ask of you to hear it. I don’t want you to know it. I care not for my life, nor any life I’ve lived before.”

Something rose in Geralt’s chest. A fluttering, a certainty.

People linked by destiny would always find each other. This wasn’t destiny. It wasn’t any outside force pushing them together. It was two people being lost, finding each other.

Two creatures, inhuman in their own way, feared by those who didn’t understand with no one to care enough about who they were. Neither of them had had a choice in who they wanted to become. Neither of them had chosen to be lost as they were.

The witcher, who’s name had been replaced by a hated moniker. People didn’t know him as Geralt. He was the Butcher of Blaviken.

And this being before him - this Second Chance? Who had they been? Who could they have been if they had the chance to start a life that wasn’t dictated by what they were meant to be?

“I can be your second chance,” Geralt prayed that he could be what he promised, knowing in his heart that he could. “If you won’t take my name and won’t tell me yours… I can give you a name. A new life that will be more than an itch left by an insect. More than the fear of that short sting that will end it.”

The yellow petals were back on Geralt’s face, cupping his cheeks almost reverently. In that moment, Geralt wasn’t a condemned man on the execution block anymore. He was a man on his knees, asking another being to start a new life, to bind them together in a way that felt utterly right for a reason Geralt couldn’t understand.

There was a plea in the silent touch.

“Tell it to me then.” The voice was quieter than it had been before, yet it felt more urgent than the loudest cry.

Geralt lifted his hand, laying it carefully onto the petals touching his cheeks. Yellow petals. Not tough like a dandelion forcing its way through stone paths, set on coming back to life again and again. No, these petals were different. Softer. Fragile.

“Jaskier,” Geralt said, his voice laced with power he hadn’t known it could possess. Louder, he repeated, “Jaskier. I have found you. You are no longer lost.”

A tremble went through the forest. The wind stilled, but the petals didn’t fall to the ground. Instead, they finally settled on a shape.

The petals caressing Geralt’s cheeks were the first to turn, their touch becoming more solid, warmer, human.

Geralt pressed into the touch, holding the hand that formed in his. Dizziness swept over him as the form before him solidified. Green leaves turned brown as they did in autumn and turned into hair. Petals became red and gave shape to a mouth that was stretched into a radiant smile. Grass turned into fabric, dressing the person whose life was just beginning in an embroidered doublet. A tree bent down, its bark peeling off and turning into an instrument, that the person deftly caught in one hand, the other never straying from Geralt’s face.

Then, the human opened their eyes. Blue again but lacking the eerie otherness. And yet, they were brighter than before, so full of life and for once filled with anticipation of what this life would bring.

This life that Geralt had given them.

Before Geralt stood no longer a phoenix, a creature with no name. They were their own second chance. They were Jaskier.

Even as Ciri rushed from behind Jaskier and flung herself into Geralt’s arms, the witcher couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jaskier.

The new human looked at Ciri with a fond expression on their face, and yet there was a strain around their eyes.

When their gazes met, Jaskier’s lips tugged into a small smile.

“I guess I kept my promise then,” they said in a voice that held no power, but made Geralt’s heart skip a beat nonetheless. “I kept he safe until she was found.”

Geralt’s brows drew together. “You intended to let her go? Then why –“

“I didn’t bargain her life,” Jaskier said softly. “She was free to go whenever she pleased. I – I wasn’t. You gave me my life and I give it back to you. If you want it.”

Without thinking, Geralt shook his head and tightened his arms around Ciri.

“I don’t want your life. It is yours.”

“Oh.”

Jaskier’s lips moved silently, forming the word ‘mine’, as if testing it out for the first time. A smile lit up their face, making their eyes brighter.

“If my life is mine, does that mean, I can choose where I want to go?”

Something twisted in Geralt’s chest at those words. “You are.” Had Jaskier only ever known this forest? If so… “Do you know any place besides this? Will you…if you leave on your own, will you get lost again?”

A gleam entered Jaskier’s eyes and they slung the strap of their lute around their neck, their fingers finding the strings of their new lute.

“I won’t,” they said, their face set in conviction. “Because if I get to choose where I am going, I will be following you, Geralt of Rivia, my White Wolf.”

Unlike before, there was no power to the way Jaskier spoke his name.

“White Wolf?”

Jaskier’s lips twitched and he plucked a couple of chords experimentally. “You have me a new name. If you don’t want my life, the least I can do is return the favour and give you a new one two. A name, people won’t curse. One that will no longer belong to a lost man.”

No longer a Butcher. No longer a mutant, bastard, monster!

Slowly, Geralt nodded. “A life for a life, then.”

“A life for a life.” Jaskier’s expression softened. “A name for a name.”

Two lost people finding each other, silently promising each other to do everything in their power to not let the other get lost again.

#thank you for the prompt!!#fae!jaskier #fey!jaskier #*gestures vaguely*!Jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt #jaskier #creature!jaskier #fic #my writing #witcher #the witcher #witcher fic #prompt #ciri #geraskier #kinda #i have no idea what this is but it was fun to write

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stormyoceans · 2 years ago

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[VICE VERSA episode 3 parts 1&2]

Talay with his anti-fantasy bias again, thankfully Puen answers him for me

Hey Nurse, don’t you have a /job/

WHAT DID PUEN DO TO MAKE TALAY WANNA KICK HIM

Maybe Puen was on to more than I thought when he brought up hurting him (WHILE LITERALLY IN BED)

“It’s extremely difficult to find a match” Bitch where, the only example you have are two girls who clicked on the same day

These two seem to have switched, now Talay’s the chill one while Puen is fussing over going back

“If it’s you, I’m okay” Puen: *d-doki*

“I don’t like pink” Talay shut the fuck up

Also just because the pants belong to Tess doesn’t mean you HAVE to wear them

“Open your mouth willingly or I make you” There he goes again with his dom streak

“The café doesn’t really wow me” That’s because you’re not in a CAT café my man

Talay please don’t ever apply for the job of forensic sketch artist

“Were you born with straight hair” Nope my hair is hella gay

DID YOU GUYS EVEN PAY FOR THE MEAL

Okay but Tess is just the kid of the guy who owns the film company right? How on earth did the script become his business? What the heck is his position

It went by fast but Up and Aou went to “pee” /together/, HMMMM

“You once had a 39 degree fever” Puen should’ve said “yeah but this is a /forty/ degree fever”

AOU SPITTING OUT HIS DRINK IS SO FUNNY SLDKJFSKLD

Right so this is where I really don’t Puen simply because I h a t e drunk drivers, it’s one of the most irresponsible things you can do and I wish they’d chosen something less severe to show that he’s not treating Tun’s life with respect

(Jimmy’s drunk acting is still pretty funny though)

I feel so fucking bad for Up and Aou man, they worked so hard on this and now their friend is acting like a clown and about to ruin the whole thing and they don’t understand why

DON’T OPEN YOUR MOUTH WHEN THERE’S FOOD IN IT PUEN, FUCK

It’s pretty thoughtful of Talay to ask him what’s wrong rather than to keep chastising him

Poor Tun is literally living the “what if you woke up famous” question

Up’s “HELLO!” I’m screaming

Call me an uncultured swine but isn’t social satire also a form of comedy

Maybe Tun shouldn’t have gotten physical but I don’t even give a shit, throw those asshats in the trash instead of the scripts

Like yes apparently the scripts sucked and yes they thought they were alone but would it kill you to be professional (and respectful, like they literally SPAT on the scripts) at your workplace, Jesus

Going by their flaws I’d probably hate Tun’s script the most lmao, I hate plotholes (well, big ones that truly kill a story)

I think I’d be with Up; toss a middle finger at 26P and try every other film studio

As much as I have my gripes with Puen being stupid I appreciate that he regrets it so sincerely

I NEED TO KNOW IF THOSE GOOFY EXPRESSIONS WERE ALL SEA, LIKE THE DIRECTOR SAID “okay go nuts with your face” AND HE DID

“The old Tun has died” You have no idea

Screw the person who has to clean these windows lmao

Love how Up’s sentence is five times the size of the other two XD

the way i ended up writing an entire in-depth analysis for this episode yesterday only to lose it forever because of my shitty internet connection :)))))))))

not even gonna try to replicate it but the point was!!!!!!! i feel like people either want to ignore the drunk puen narrative or use that to condemn him and i think both attitudes are kinda doing a disservice to the character. the show can’t really explore that side of him because it would clash with the tone of the story, but it does help the viewers form a pretty clear image of puen in their heads, of someone who is acting irresponsibly and should know better than drink and drive, and at the same time of someone who is very lonely and unsatisfied with his life despite being famous and rich. puen is a deeply flawed and human character, and throughout the show he makes tons of mistakes, because at his core he is a selfless man who desperately wants to be selfish for once, which is understandable to a certain extent, but not when he ends up hurting others (in this case, up and aou and, in a way, even tun)

in episode 6 puen says that talay “is the light that saved me” and that’s so true!!! but what i’ve always loved the most about them is that talay is just the lighthouse guiding puen in the right direction: talay is stern but caring, he points out how wrong puen was but never judges him for it, and when he realizes how bad puen feels for what he’s done, he tries to cheer puen up any way he can, but never steps in to fix the situation for him. talay is there to give puen advices and support, but puen is the one to actively make amends and change his behaviour. before being lovers, puen and talay are friends who make each other better, and that’s why i like them so much

ANYWAY!!!!!!

“Open your mouth willingly or I make you” There he goes again with his dom streak <<<<< CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO PUT THIS IN MY TOP 10 MOST UNHINGED PUEN MOMENTS IT DEFINITELY DESERVED A SPOT THERE SHAME ON ME

Okay but Tess is just the kid of the guy who owns the film company right? How on earth did the script become his business? What the heck is his position <<<<< i think it’s because tess’ father always wanted him to work for the company, and in episode 1 we see tess’ brother bringing talay along to help out with all the people wanting to sell their movie project. that’s how he meets tun again, and in episode 2 when talay goes to bar and meets up and aou as well, he says “your screenplay is bought. i talked to my brother for you”, so i think talay acting as an intermediary also made the project his responsibility in the company (it’s like he’s their agent, sort of?)

I NEED TO KNOW IF THOSE GOOFY EXPRESSIONS WERE ALL SEA, LIKE THE DIRECTOR SAID “okay go nuts with your face” AND HE DID <<<<< IM PRETTY SURE THAT WAS JUST SEA BEING HIMSELF because apparently stealing phones and making funny faces is his hobby

also i don’t talk nearly enough about my love for up and aou but GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

#at this point the universe is basically screaming at me to shut the fuck up about vice versa and i simply choose to ignore it <3 #vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

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wild-houseplant · 2 years ago

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Look I think I’ll have to make peace with the fact that I can’t reply to this calmly, so please excuse, with your usual good humour, any intermittent screaming.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

LOOK AT THEM THOUGH!

Right so I have to start somewhere and my brain is going absolutely nuts. Like bird in a birdbath on a summer day level of bananas. So I’m going to have to be systematic about this otherwise I’ll just keep screaming that I love everything and wave like I’m conducting the Warsaw Concerto. Ok. We will work from top to bottom. Yeah? Yeah.

I’ll put it under the cut because by god this will be long.

:readmore:

There’s no cut I can’t find it. You’re all dooooooomed

Ok SO SOOOO starting from the top.

The interior of the bar is SO. My friend. I hate to sound suspicious but have you been spelunking in my head? I’m honestly now sure how else you could have made it so exactly, so precisely like I pictured it. The fancy lamps with their lazy glows of varying brightness by the Vice Nooks? The rich wooden interior (HOW did you pick the colour?? HOW??? I mentioned once, I think, that I have trouble imagining things vividly. I knew what I wanted to envision but hell if I could see it but you GOT IT?? HOW ??????? AND THE WOOD GRAIN??????!!!?! WHAT??!

And GOD let’s talk about the Vice Nooks shall we? (Shout out to the bugger making a quick escape with their hood up, I laughed mighty hard at that) The curtains are so damn plush! Look at them!!! Well, you drew them, but look at them again!! That is generous amounts of heavy fabric and everyone knows it (and I love the little dotty cross-hatching effects ToT oh my god the detail in this whole picture is the best kind of death HOW do you do this???) I mean even the inside is perfect. With a little cushion on the bottom of the bench, which I never even thought of but it’s a PERFECTLY LOGICAL thing to have given one of the purposes of said facilities. You’ve thought this through way better than me and I really must offer my unbridled thanks for updating my picture of this entire scene xD xD xD

Now we’re down to their hair. HOOOOOOOO LOOK AT THEM my GOD did you draw a hundred thousand strands on there?? TOT the details is killing me. The undercut with the plaited hair on top and and gosh look at the little wispy ends on Zev’s hair OH T_T I love it. Their EXPRESSIONS too!!! I know EXACTLY the bit where you got this from and GOD the sauce of Zevran would you JUST LOOK at him?! Com-PLETELY unrepentant in making his poor fool spouse’s soul leave her body in front of everyone. The smirk, the eyes (god how I love the eyes you’ve done here, HOW do you combine wickedness and tenderness so well HOW??). That evil, shameless man, you did him perfectly!!

And god I laughed at poor Rhodri. I feel so mean but I can’t help it LOOK how desperate she looks. LOOK AT THAT DAMN GLASS (I know I’m working from top to bottom but REALLY! It’s my favourite detail of all and I was shouting about it like a fool for QUITE A WHILE). I like to think that you captured it in the exact nanosecond before the crystal gave way and broke which is just... *chef’s kiss* masterful. God we’re OFF TOPIC I was talking about her face. Look at those huge eyes. Look at that little furrow in her brow. Actually just look at her eyebrows in general xD Not a hint of the signature frown, she’s in such a bad way she looks halfway approachable now xD poor sausage. T^T

And you know what, I just love her eye colour. Central heterochromia even!!! I was having a bit of a hard time working out what particular grey I wanted her to have, and I was honestly torn between the two colours you used here, but now that I’ve seen them side-by-side like this, hc’ing her with both is just. Perfect. Ingenious. How do you do it? Thank you for updating my brain! :D :D :D

OK THEIR JEWELLERY HOLY COW. Zevran’s collar is so luxurious, and tasteful too! It pairs so beautifully with the neckline of his top (and with his own neck, of course), I just keep getting drawn to it. And RHODRI’S FASTENER. It’s such a clever, subtle snake representation and I adore that about how that just quietly fits into the ensemble. and the DETAILS on her ROBE would you just! LOOK! AT! THEM! So fine and tasteful, and at the same time they’re front and centre, all over the seams GOD. She’s not one for ostentatious clothing and this whole style you’ve given her has just been. WOW. In keeping with her preference for unpretentious clothing but still very much communicates that now matter how low-key of a style she’s going for, this is still being worn by someone who can afford the best Ma’am please consider a career in fashion design if you find you’re tiring of your current job (and disregard if you already are a designer). Also that purple on Zevran is just. BAM. Matches his skin tone beautifully. It’s such a rich, gorgeous colour. Perfect, perfect, perfect. ^_^

Now I need to, while snorting, return to the glass and just. Poor Zevran. Reaching out to try and get Rhodri to loosen her grip a bit before she shatters that-- ah, never mind. Maybe they serve brandy in coffee cups, amore, don’t worry about it. Perhaps twenty years from now when their of-age kids ask Rhodri why she doesn’t drink, she’ll recall the first and last time she had brandy and say it’s just not for her. xD Also, I did a double-take at her arm @D@ my baby is so BUFF look at that forearm! Perfect for accidentally smashing brandy balloons, bless her Imperial Vestment cotton socks.

I also love their height difference here!! I know that Zev’s leaning over here but he’s obviously sitting up higher because you can see his breeches. Granted they’re up a bit to show off his waist but even so. Short king. Tall Rhod. God bless it’s a match made in heaven. 8D

I feel that for posterity’s sake, I should summarise what I liked about this. The answer is everything. I liked everything about it. I was screaming about everything when I first saw it, I was screaming as I made the first post. I was screaming all through today, and god help me, I’ll be screaming about it for a long time to come. As for how it went with Rhodri... well, if she’s actually managed to rise from the dead after the shock of it all, chances are good she’s bright red from happy embarrassment (accepting gifts and not passing them on is something we’re still working on) and, with her usual level of suaveness, pulling you into a hug (if you’ll allow it) and mumbling a very, very long string of thank yous into your shoulder. If she passes out because she forgot to breathe mid-thank you, feel free to squeeze her arm or kick her shoe to get her up again.

Actually, to be honest with you, I think I’ll be doing much the same thing as Rhodri because I really don’t know how to thank you enough, either. I mean good LORD. Look at the picture. Look at YOU! HOW????? did I get lucky enough for this+???? For ANY of the time I get to spend with you on this (affectionate) hellsite?? I have no idea. I’m losing my tiny mind. STILL. Holy SHIT. Wow. Thank you. Thank you so much. ToT

I calculated it! Rhodri’s birthday is listed as 1st Bloomingtide, in late spring/early summer, and, since Thedas is on the southern hemisphere, it must lie in what is our second half of the year (late autumn/early winter). Bloomingtide is the 5th month. In our world, the southern hemisphere goes through late autumn/early winter where there are these seasons at that point in the year, but Rhodri was born in spring. We must therefore move the date 6 months, which puts it around our November. Today is the 1st of November, so… happy birthday, Rhodri?

#this art oh my GOD oh my GOD i'm so touched #god you are so kind what on earth #Look at my baby #Rhodri Amell #TOT #Dragon Age: Origins #please look at this for god's sake forget my drivel just click the see more for the original post #and look at the ART #on closer inspection tumblr put a read more thingo by itself #looks like you bunch are safe for now

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blushnik · 3 years ago

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I love love your works and posts. Always looking forward to more content from you. Anyways my question is that in Punisher season 2 really trashed billy. What do you think about it. Personally I Hate Krista and Madani. Do you think billy and frank would have eventually started a relationship if billy hadn't been outed for betrayal.

*SOBBING HAPPY NOISES* Lemme just- uh, lemme calm down, this was so much praise I didn't expect to see when opening the inbox 😭🙏💙💙💙💙💙💙

Okay, now to your question *breathing exercises initiated*

First, I just wanna say that I kinda pushed the entire season 2 out of my mind, especially THAT part (y'all know what I'm talking about, I ain't gonna say it out loud) cause it just really hurts but xD I think I can handle it for this one occasion.

Season 2 really went ahead and said: Let's just punish Billy Russo for 13 episodes straight, yeah? Cause the show's name is PUNISHER. And he's PUNISHER's nemesis, right? So we PUNISH him, that makes sense, right? *clown mask here* And people will totally cheer when we finally get rid of him cause he's BAD and deserved to be PUNISHED, RIGHT? *clown levels intensify*

Lemme just point out that Billy Russo DID get his punishment when Frank introduced him, quite intimately, to a mirror. He suffered consequences of it during his coma in his dreams and after with memory loss and all conditions that came with it. And that'd be okay to have at the start but NOT FOR THIRTEEN FKING EPISODES.

You can't beat up a character that much, for that long, and then expect us to be cheering when he meets the shittiest end you could possibly think of. Not to even mention the monumental waste of potential in that story.

Remembering what he did and being told what he did are two VERY different things. If he doesn't remember shit then ofc it doesn't make sense to him how could he ever betray Frank like that. For all he knows, everyone just turned against HIM and made up this lie, his best friends and people he cared about going after him for – in Billy's eyes – no reason. Forget Maria and kids and Rawlins, just the fact my best friend, the only person I ever truly felt connected to and trusted and cared about ground my face against a broken mirror would be A LOT to process.

I seriously expected Billy to remember what he's done somewhere in the middle but somehow the writers thought new characters nobody cares about and an overly complex plot is a better way to go? That letting Billy be just a confused screaming crying mess for the entirety of season 2 while ten meaningless subplots get resolved so he can die right after will somehow work?

Look, I get he was supposed to lose everything he had in season 1, that being not only his wealth and company and good looks (he's still hot shut up and those feeble scars, bitch, what was that, Shadow and Bone did a better job at doing accurate scars) but also his self-control, his control over his emotions, composure, his ability to keep his cool, smooth-talking, etc.

But you can't let him be the victim and then expect the audience to not empathize with him or feel sorry for him and to NOT be okay when he dies right after it seems he finally found some peace, happiness, and love (I hate Krista too but shit, he was so happy with those stupid flowers, Ben sure knew what he was doing when he gave those blue flowers to Alina right before everything turned to shit).

Granted, he did shitty things in season 1 and season 2 too but the difference is this;

In season 1, those were his conscious choices. He never was a victim even in his own story. He knew he stepped on other people in order to get himself higher, he decided when it comes down to it, better someone else than him. He decided that after building himself up, no price was too great to pay just to make sure he was never hitting the bottom again and he had no problem with doing it because he's incapable of compassion and 'even though he loves Frank more than anything or anyone, Billy loves himself just a bit more' – Ben Barnes' words, not mine.

But in season 2, he doesn't know about any of that. He does feel like a victim because from his POV, everyone is simply attacking and somebody close to him hurt him for things he can't believe he did because at that point, he believed he would NEVER be capable of doing such things. And when he does something shitty – it's because he feels attacked, he feels like he needs to protect himself and that he's pushed towards it.

Pretty fking hard to see him as a villain, at least for me -.-

It's almost like the writers were too scared to explore that emotional turmoil and impact it would have on him and how it'd change his character if he remembered. Which is SUCH a shame it hurts. Ben Barnes has put so much nuance and depth into Billy's character, he had dimensions and so many layers so just imagine what it would be to have all of that go through some serious angst and explore his relationship with Frank further.

But no.

Instead, we get this imitation of angst where Billy Russo becomes a punching bag and we're supposed to go OOOH HE STILL EVIL BITCH when he darest to punch back.

And don't get me started on the worst character kill-off I've ever seen. Just no. I am not even sharing my opinions on this cause it's too much to think about.

So there you have it, season 2 is trash in my opinion, they really did Billy so dirty while throwing in subplots and characters that were absolutely unnecessary to have. It could totally be just about Frank and Billy trying to come to some closure (violent or not) and maybe Dinah sprinkled in cause she got a lot of beef with Billy too.

Now just to quickly answer the other question, would they have started the relationship eventually if Billy wasn't outed for betrayal?

Marvel and the Mouse are cowards so ofc not in the canon, but in my humble hcs opinion, ofc YES. Frank's the only one Billy feels a connection with and vice versa. And while it's easier for Frank to care for other people than it is for Billy (since, unlike Billy, Frank is capable of compassion), nobody gets him and accepts him the way Billy does. I like to think of that quote from the Darkling for this:

"I've seen what you truly are and I've never turned away."

That's Billy @ Frank. Together with the reasons, I listed in the previous ask where I pointed out how they complement each other ^^

PS: I just wanna say I actually love Dinah but it may be because of my hcs. She was really getting on my nerves at the beginning and then I just made up stuff in my head that made me really fond of her, like Dinah dating Karen Page and being the good bro for Frank and Billy.

Thank you for the reading if you made it this far, THANK YOU for the kind words and keep invading my inbox if you like 🥰💙💙

#asks #brank #frankenbilly #billy russo x frank castle #frank x billy #more brank rant #i love you anon 💙

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husky-artz · 3 years ago

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Introducing Ingihyde Ocs

I'm going on vacation soon the 12th, and i will try to post but it'll sadly be sketches / badly pictures from my phone of my computer- XD So i thought I'd Introduce my Ignihyde ocs , expect for one. Because that would be a spoiler :) (some of this pics need to be updated but is their overall look)

2nd Year Arson Damio(Twisted from Pain from Hercules )- Arson is Ignihyde's Vice Dorm (until Chapter 6 otherwise if there is a canon one , he will stay like that ). He is also owned by Idia as his demon butler. Arson and Idia don't really have the master/ servant relationship, they're more like buddies who often fight like children with Arson somewhat bullying idia at times, not harshly but to the point it'll annoy Idia. As wild and careless he is , he's in Ignihyde for a reason. When arson thinks rationally, He'll be the smart , calm and well reasoned guy. His Unique Magic is "Feel my Pain " - This causes others to feel what Arson feels. If Arson gets hit in the head, it'll hurt him more then it would but the person affected with would the same amount of pain

Small Facts:

-Arson always has injuries, from falling down the stairs, getting hit by a broom , you name it. He has a new injury every day

-Arson also has forms , his human form , tiny demon form and true demon form. There's even a form where he's human with more demon features

- He has a huge love for Strawberries

1st year Ichi Damio(Twisted from Panic from Hercules ) - Ichi is Arson's brother. He's the third in command if Idia or Arson aren't available. Ichi is the most scared Ignihyde student ever. If you attempt to talk to him in any shape or form, he'll run off screaming. Now unless, he somehow gets to know you, he'll be more just shaken by your sudden appearances. As for Ichi himself, he's a huge sweetheart, he does his best to help others in need, he's using his school time to interact with humans (the best he can at least) because he wishes to be a butler demon like Arson

His unique magic is "Feel my Fear" - Similar to Arson's but in this case , This only occurs if Ichi has too much stress/ fear within him and it'll be a point where he screams his phrase ,so hopefully you cover you've ears but if you don't- your body will shake and all your thoughts are covered in black of fears. THe huge downside is that ichi hyperventals , so the magic stops until someone calms him down or until he passes out

Small Facts:

- Ichi can sometimes go in defense mode to protect someone. If someone threatens Arson for example, ichi will not think twice to kick them to beyond (his legs are the strongest)

- Like Arson, he also has other demon forms but Ichi shows those forms more often then Arson. Usually because of his freakouts, he tends to let his magic loose and causes him to shift his form

- Ichi tends to be in the Library by himself , that's the only time you can get to see him with glasses, he can't read without them unless he plants his face right into the book

2nd Year Melson Romen(Twisted from Megara from Hercules ) - He is a RSA exchange student to NRC. When he entered, he was selected to in Ignihyde. At first, he wanted nothing to do with anyone because of a recent break up at his school but after meeting Arson and Ichi and Idia forced to get to know him , he opened up more. He now somehow ended up as idia's shield when Idia goes outside his room. Melson didn't care honestly , a lot of people don't like him because he's a RSA regardless but little do some know of a minor secret of his. He actually has a love for music but only for one kind , that he was somewhat shamed for at his school. Rock/jazz Music but mainly rock , is what he loves. it made him happy he could actually play his rock music at NRC which idia and the others were fine with as long as he wasn't too loud .

His unique Magic is 'Thread of Faith" - This magic allows him to fool people's minds. Like for example, he's able to have a magic thread on Vil for example , Vil would look at melson but Vil wouldn't see Melson, he would see Rook instead because Melson is aware that's who vil trusts. So as long as he acted like Rook , he can fool Vil. The thread comes from his body , so the more he uses, it takes more of a toll on his health then his magic, he can only stop the thread by cutting it, it can hurt depending on how much is cut off.

1st Year Pome Fersild(Twisted from Hades Mortal Potion from Hercules/ inspired from a Cornflower) - He's one of the students who isn't shy nor quiet but quite the opposite, Some say that he's only in Ignihyde because he has the smarts of an ignihyde student. While he's bubbly and sweet, he's often ignored in his own dorm because of how loud and excitable he can be. The only two people who Pome gets along with are Ortho, who kept him from being lonely and idia ,mainly because ortho is happy with him and he lowkey likes his Pome calls him "nii san " too. Pome's main talent is working on huge machines that either produce power or up the magic power.

His Unique Magic is "Mortally be lost! " - Think of Riddle's UM but not only does it block your magic but makes you lose your strength and you can barely move your body. Pome is weak physically so him using this magic causes him to have the same effect on himself as well

Small Facts: - Pome design wise is based on a Cornflower with a pomegranate for the center , because i believe it was pomegranate juice in Hades' potion

- Pome is a Pixie and can fly naturally, it's actually rare to see him walking , if he does walk, Arson or ichi have to stand by because his legs are rarely used , so he could fall

- He loves to hug , so you'll often see him chase Idia just for a hug. It's also a comfort for him , so if he's distress, he desperately needs someone to tend to him

#my art #twisted wonderland art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland idia #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst art #twst oc #ignihyde #arson damio #ichi damio #pome fersild #melson romen

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yukikorogashi · 3 years ago

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Before the years ends... Beckowsky, Beckers, my Becky booboo, my dear star babby. I can't believe it's been like almost eight years. EIGHT YEARS. But it feels like I've known you longer than that. I dunno why, maybe it’s cause I think we knew of each other but were too awkward to make the move and then the way we just instantly clicked. I CANNOT believe after all my muses it took my sadistic cowgirl to finally get to know you!! XD But I am so very happy it did because knowing you has been amazing! You are so incredibly warm and welcoming. I swear you're like the purest soul I know. It's easy to fall outta the emo dumps when talking to you. AnD ALL THE FANDOMS WE CAN GO ON ABOUT MY GOD!! From Sengoku Basura to Yakuza ffs!! I'm sure there's more that we haven't screamed at each other over yet but we gots TIIIME!!

And jfc your ART!!! Seriously watching you grow as an artist has been INSANE! I can't wait to work with you one day as I develop MY BRAND. I know it'll be awesome cause you're awesome and I'm obsessed with the ideas we have so far!

No cap you ARE my fam. You're my little sis and I would literally fight the would for you. I wanna punch away any problems (or people x3 ) that you're up against and there for you in any capacity possible.

I love you sis ❤❤

We aaaare steppin; oooouuut! Into 2022, into 2022 🎵!

FLIPS OUT OF MY BED AND WAILS AS I RUN OVER TO YOU!!! 😭❤️

DANI OMG RIGHT??? It’s crazy how long we have known each other I??? I just can’t believe how I have been so blessed in having you in my life for THIS LONG. And omgosh that’s so true, lord knows I was hella shy and was admiring you from afar in the very beginning. But someone up there totally liked us and so one day we just... started talking. Started connecting, JUST LIKE THAT. And I can’t get over how magical it all is tbh, how we met and everything. ;u; And auehwa yes!!!

One of the few things I am thankful for when it came to briefly entering the BL fandom was getting to meet you, for sure! Again, I was over here thinking that you were so, SO COOL... and when we DID finally start talking... I didn’t think my admiration and love for you could have grown so much bigger than it already was. And honestly, it’s still growing to this very day! 😤

And omgosh, p-please... it is YOU who is one of the warmest and purest souls that this world has ever seen? I am actually-- in the word’s of Chandler: “The bitterest man in the living room~” but god I just... I just want to try, for you guys. 🥺 Lord knows I am only who I am thanks to you and my other amazing friends. You and others have pushed me to just keep trying to better myself, I am so lucky to have you guys here being such amazing influences on me and always inspiring me so darn much auhewwa. But honestly, I am happy I can be there for you when you need it. But gosh girl, you are always kicking so much ass on your own? And that’s why I’m always here waving my Dani flag at you, cheering you on heheh! And oh my god yes, you are most certainly one of the few I’m so happy to pull along into different fandoms and vice versa! Honestly, I can’t wait for my muses outside of this blog to interact with yours more!

And aaaaaa that means so much to hear, thank you, Dani, THANK YOU!!! 🥺 For you to see me improving in any way as an artist... sobs, I’m gonna cry here, help me. And omggg I am still so excited to help work on your brand with you one day? I still got those ideas locked safely away in my head (Or at laest have our convo safe and sound, because this fragile coconut cannot be trusted), YES!!! It’s gonna be amaaaazing, and I am so honoured that I will get the chance to work on it with you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I love you so dang much, girl. Thank you for being a part of my life over these past years. I am so excited for next year and what else lies in store for us. 😭❤️ I hope you treat yourself well tonight on New Year’s Eve, because dammit it you deserve it, okay? MUACK!!!

@topmechaniic ❤️

#topmechaniic #❄️ THE SWEETEST THING ❄️#❄️ QUEUE ❄️

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shadlad24 · 4 years ago

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More Funny Little Moments #1: Season 1, Episodes 1-12

So, I decided to do this post after all. Halp. LOL Because I apparently LOVE giving myself a bunch of unnecessary work, I decided to choose two to three extra moments, per episode! SUPER halp! X’D Anyway, these are moments that didn’t make the cut for my FFLM series because: my sense of humor is a little weird, they were gonna be too much work (LOL/Siiigh), I like to highlight patterns, and I don’t like a lot of repetition. [Links to each FFLM along the bottom of the post. :)]

Let’s start with something I originally agreed with other fans on but have since changed my mind. A lot of people didn’t like this part of “Chariots of War” because it seems so ludicrous that Xena would forget her chakram anywhere. Well, let me tell you! This lady has left her weapons behind most episodes thus far. I didn’t note it every time here (and especially didn’t bother with her whip) because that’d really overrun the post buuuuut… You’ll see. XD

1.01 Sins of the Past

Xena’s shift being so much dirtier than the little boy’s clothes though she’s high up off the ground, and he lives in smoked-out rubble.

Yup. Xena forgot her sword (and later, her main saddlebag) at her mother’s tavern. Pft.

Sorry these were kinda lame, but I didn’t want to re-use any more of the original fifteen points I made about this episode... Ah well. Moving on! (heh)

1.02 Chariots of War

Xena loses her sword after the chariot crash, taking up and discarding Sphaerus’s but walking off without her own. (See her front and back and both of Argo’s sides.)

Gabrielle chewing Xena out, Xena being bummed about it, and Argo being surprised. X’D

1.03 Dreamworker

This got me good. Gabrielle does Xena’s war cry so well here that I really thought it was Xena for a few seconds. Realizing it was GabbyWabs only made me chuckle more because she apparently can’t do it when it really counts in “The Greater Good.”

Argo NOT being on Team Gabrielle. XD (Their feud is a little funny to me.)

1.04 Cradle of Hope

Xena tossing aside her sword after killing Nemos. Extras even dance and celebrate right on top of it! Wut thuh?

I decided to avoid mentioning Hope in the FFLM because Xena’s quote here is more ironic than comedic, and Gabrielle’s little face is just so sad, but I didn’t want to let it pass by entirely unremarked upon. At least GW gets to show off her oracle skills again? :’)

1.05 The Path Not Taken

So, Xena and Gabrielle walk into a bar… Heh. No, but really, they enter this tavern for the first time ever, yet the bartender not only knows what they want, he knows that they’re coming and has their drinks waiting for them too. All Xena has to do is knock on the counter and nod to get her fire-breath alcohol/oil, and Gabrielle barely has the word “cider” out of her mouth before the guy hands it to her. Xena, like me, is duly amazed.

Lucy, through Xena, making another timely anti-peanut statement. I just didn’t want to do the same thing twice back-to-back in the FFLM. X)

1.06 The Reckoning

Gabrielle thinking along the same lines Xena and I did about this poor excuse for a judge.

Me not being well-versed in ancient Greek heroes and picturing the fool who Draco killed so handily in the first episode. heh

1.07 The Titans

I’ll let Xena explain this one. …Mostly. I can’t believe Gabrielle not only sassed the Titans such that she unashamedly put Xena and Phyleus in danger too, but also kinda got this (admittedly awful) town demolished and didn’t lift a finger to actually help anyone in the temple. Tsk tsk. XP

So… Hyperion here can smash homes and businesses that were probably well-built and reinforced and all, but he can’t get his hand out of a stocks-cuff that was made in a single evening with scraps from those destroyed buildings. He also, inexplicably, has no use of his left hand or the power-breath that he used to knock Gabrielle over. Okie. XD

1.08 Prometheus

Is this really a thing? I was giggling quite a bit in disbelief that severed windpipes can heal. Like, perforated is one thing; completely bisected? Yeah, I don’t think so.

Gabrielle being incredulous upon learning that Xena has other friends, realizing what the warrior princess means, and then wondering if that could be her one day.

1.09 Death in Chains

Gabrielle enjoying watching Xena kill someone for the first time, then quickly realizing that fact. Whoops.

I found this moment really odd and then kind of hilarious. This poor dying old woman begs for water and goes ignored not only by the hospice workers, but also Talus and Gabrielle. Then Talus decides to be helpful. Gabrielle goes to the woman and lets her talk a lot (undoubtedly drying her mouth and throat even more), hears that Xena might be in danger, and then just… leaves. Talus goes with her, not having gotten water from the well after all. What a couple of jerks! XD

1.10 Hooves & Harlots

I really don’t know why Gabrielle kept making this face as Terreis died, but it tickled my funny bone too. So, I provided alternate subs to go with it. [Did you notice how she kind of cringes when Terreis tries to hold her hand and then just lets the Amazon flop once she’s died, flinging her hand aside like, “Ew, get it off me!”? What was that all about? X”) Hm… maybe she has an aversion to dying people, and that’s why she abandoned the old lady last episode?]

Gabrielle being a smart aleck, just like me, because Phantes’s complaint here is so ludicrous. But then you see the close-up of little hoofies in cuffs too, and, if you’re anything like me too, kinda just topple over laughing. The poor actual horse they did this to, though, man! What even?

Gosh, this episode was chockfull of hilarity, eh? Why did this happen? Gabby, take it away!

1.11 The Black Wolf

I laughed at this too. But now I wonder. Is Xerxes related to Caesar and/or connected to Rome or something? Because Xena does this twice around them too. In “When in Rome,” she jokes that the two guards lost playing tag with her, and in “A Good Day” she informs Pompey that if there were more guards hiding around their meeting space, then she would have had more helmets. heh Oh, Xenie. I think I know why Gabrielle’s turning out to be such a little punk ...or vice versa? Is Gabrielle actually a bit of a bad influence on Xena? XP

So, this fight just struck me as really odd. Xena passes her sword to Flora though she (Xena) needs to battle the big boss of the episode, and… actually, is totally right. The king throws a single wide-ass punch, waits while Xena kicks the guy behind her a few times, lets himself get kicked in the face a couple of times, and then comes at her with a little piece of chain, presumably from the restraints that were intended to keep Flora in place during her execution. Sir, you have a sword! A giant sword, right there on your hip! What are you doing? Then, when Xena kicks him a final time and sends him flying, his (supposed-to-be) metal armor is no match for the splintered wood of the axe she broke earlier. …Okie. XD XD XD *gif below*

Xena once again leaves her chakram somewhere. …And I am now imagining this being part of Gabrielle’s maid duties: the poor kid has to go find Xena’s weapons each night and bring them back to her. I’m especially imaging the fluffball hilariously, adorably struggling to get the chakram out of things like this wall, as she did with Xena’s sword in the tree stump in “Dreamworker,” but more parallel to the floor. Cuuuute! XD

This plus this

*pic + GIF below*:

1.12 Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts

This scene too really made me wonder, though amused as well. Why is Gabrielle so surprised that the only city nearby, that they were headed to, is the one they find? Is she really being that loud? Is Xena goofing around with the bootlaces question? Why startle Gabrielle and then yank her into enemy territory screaming, when what you want is quiet? What’s with the trapdoor-spider soldiers? Xena’s pose throwing the chakram. XD Gabrielle mostly featherlight dance-y moves through the battlefield. XD XD XD Why is it that when Xena tells Gabrielle to stick right behind her, Gabrielle disappears? And what was with the bucket-sitting soldier? Gabrielle is like, “Oh; no, thank you!” when she sees him and turns tail. Then Xena ...follows her. “We’re goin’ this way! Now we’re goin’ that way!” But they still end up dead-ahead from where they burst out of the bushes. XD That was ridiculous and nonsensical, and I’m very confused but had lots of fun. heheheh *gif below* [ETA: Darn! The original file was too big, so I had to remake the GIF and cut quite a few things out. :( Sorry]

Xena’s outta-nowhere crusade to emasculate Deiphobus coming full-circle. What was that all about?

Welp, I hope you had as much fun as I originally and then later did. Not so much in the middle with the collage-and-GIF-making and editing and redoing, but; y’know. XD Wouldn’t trade it for …Hm… Nevermind. LOL

If you missed any of the FFLMs, then please click on the corresponding number-links below. :D

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