#i love that they can both be loose cannons in their own right

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP4: Kantbison as "Partners in Crime"

At this point in the story, Kant and Bison are effectively standing on opposite sides. Their whole side quest to punish Babe's bullies and teacher felt like foreshadowing - an example of how well these two can work together when they are on the same team. More importantly, how much their values align when in pursuit of the same objective.

A strict moral compass underlies Bison and Fadel's work. They only target 'the bad guys' - those who deserve what's coming to them. So it's deeply ingrained in Bison's psyche to fight for injustice. When he notices Babe's bruises, his brain immediately deduces foul play and is compelled to help Kant find the perpetrator, regardless of his own growing suspicions around Kant's integrity.

Kant doesn't mean to act with ill intent but is willing to do unethical things where necessary in order to achieve a goal. Spiking Bison's drink was a particularly dicey move. We know this is all in aid of protecting his brother but Bison doesn't. So when Kant declares, "I only cared about my brother at first, but my boyfriend's right. If I let you go, you're only going to do it to other children" it demonstrates that firstly, Kant supports the stance of doing the just thing, and secondly that he agrees with following Bison's example because they align in their values.

To Bison, seeing first-hand that they respect the same moral code, one that Kant is willing to put into action, earns his respect. "I might not trust you 100% but i have to admit... What you did today totally rocks." A man who is willing to expose a paedophile and save other potential victims, can't be all that bad can he? A man who has a conscience, who has deemed his own history of stealing cars as something he's not proud of, is not one of the 'bad guys' surely?

Now, why is this important? Well, once they have exposed their respective positions, acknowledging that they can actually work alongside each other will enable them to overcome this fact. They've established that precedence here. We're getting a glimpse into what could come after the fallout.

You can keep tabs on bird-inacage’s BL meta directory for my other long-form posts around The Heart Killers, which I’ll be updating in real time as the show airs.

[gaysindistress]

Never Love an Anchor

Pairings: gn!Tav x Zevlor

Summary: a ship can never love an anchor so Zevlor cut you loose but kept the love he held for you in his heart, hoping that maybe that might change.

Warnings: talks of cannon violence in bg3

Word count: idk man I wrote this in my notes and it’s more than a Drabble but not a fic so somewhere between? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I highly recommend listening to ‘never love an anchor’ by the crane wives. I read something from @gnomishcunning awhile back about the things that Zevlor deserves and that’s what inspired this so give them love too 💕

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The great Hellrider Commander. The new leader of the exiled Tieflings. An old and broken paladin with no faith to draw strength from. A man who’s been charged with the protection of his people and expected to do right by each and every one without fail.

Commander Zevlor.

Or simply Zevlor as many of his people call him.

You’ve heard many stories about this famed man but never have you laid eyes on him. Elturel isn’t far from Baldurs gate so it wouldn’t be completely unimaginable to say that he somewhat of a hero to you. What happened to the city struck both fear and sorrow into your heart. The worst part, however, is knowing that the tieflings would be the ones to suffer the consequences of actions they had no part in. It takes a selfless soul to take on the duty that Zevlor has and this only adds to the respect you have for him.

The first time you meet is during the fight in front of the Grove. Arrows and spells are flying around as you battle the goblins with people you don’t even recognize. One goblin in particular has evaded your attack almost every time and has moved into a lethal position. Their arrows are landing successfully every time on the tiefling guard above the stone door, nearly sending him to an early grave.

Vaguely you hear someone shout his name as he stumbles backwards when an arrow lands in his shoulder,

“Zevlor!”

Shadowheart is doing what she can to protect you as your world seems to slow. Lae’zel ’chk’s at you when she notices your faltering movements and cuts down a worg coming for you while Astarion sneaks behind the remaining 2 goblins. The one that shot at Zevlor and has been dodging you also notices this and makes to attack you next. Your blade is faster than their bow.

They fall to the ground as you throw your last healing potion at the fallen tiefling and order Shadowheart to use her last spell to heal him.

The battle is won soon after and you’re finally able to meet this hero of yours for the first time. Rather than reducing to a star struck mess, you keep yourself composed as you approach him arguing with Aradin. Somehow you manage to convince them to stop fighting before yet another battle breaks out. You direct Aradin back with a simple point of your finger before turning to the Hellrider. It’s then that you realize there was one important detail missing from his legends; his striking beauty.

His horns stretch and bend far beyond most tieflings indicating both his age and wisdom. The infernal ridges that line his cheekbones and forehead bring attention to his entrancing eyes. Glowing like the enteral torch, Zevlor’s eyes study you with caution as you marvel at his appearance. Moving from his face you take in the worn but cared for chain mail armor that sits upon his strong shoulders that carry the burden of thousands. His chest, board and equally strong as his shoulders, seems to move in time with your own breath; adrenaline filled but calming all the same. It’s a testament to the seasoned paladin that lives within him, his reassuring strength that does not waver in the face of danger. It’s proof of the well trained commander within him that strategizes his every move as well as others.

Whatever words you thought might aid you in introducing yourself seemed to disappear and all you can offer is a half smile. Zevlor thanks you for your help but it’s not without a lingering gaze that cuts through your confidence. It seems he’s mistaken your shyness for indifference towards his people. Regardless he still asks for your help in getting his people to Baldur’s Gate. Your immediate acceptance causes several of your companions to be upset with you. Frankly Shadowheart is the only one who has an inkling about what’s truly going on. That night at camp, she brings whatever wine she could find to your tent and slowly drags the truth out of you.

“I couldn’t help but notice your fascination with Zevlor,” she muses from behind her chalice before adding, “well I could but there’s no fun in that.”

You chuckle at her as you take a sip of your own wine. It’s bitter and foul but it’s something to sooth your nerves no less.

“My fascination? And what exactly did I do for you to notice such a thing?”

“You stared at him as if he were the most beautiful piece of art work you’d ever seen. That or he was a feast after starving for weeks on end.”

“I did no such thing!” You try to defend yourself but it fails horribly when neither of you can stop laughing. “Fine maybe I did but can you blame me? He is a beautiful man.”

Rolling her eyes, Shadowheart finishes her chalice and turns to face you. It’s startling to have her full attention on you like this but the wine has lessened your concern.

“Tell me truly; do you have feelings for him?”

You stare back at her and hope that her goddess might have mercy on enough to smite you where you sit. Alas you have no luck and are forced to answer.

Your eyes find the empty chalice in your own hands as it dangles from your fingers between your knees.

“I think..,” you start with a sigh, “I think that my feelings are irrelevant in our current situation. A relationship, a romance has no place among the fight we’re facing. Matters of the heart have no relevance when making decisions the lives of many.”

Your strangely beautiful yet sobering confession renders the cleric speechless for once. She glances to between the moon and you before nudging you with her shoulder.

“Do not be so quick to cast your feelings aside. You never know when matters of the heart may take precedence.”

Some months later after the nether brain fight, everyone has settled into their lives and gone their separate ways. Wither’s gathering has already passed and this would be maybe a few weeks later. lakrissa and alfira have gotten married and theres to be a small reception in the city at the Elfsong. Of course the heroes of baldurs gate are invited seeing as without your party, the couple wouldn’t have survived this far.

Zevlor and the tieflings have made amends following the finale battle so he’s in attendance as well. He’s still cautious and honestly probably a little scared that they will change their mind and shun him for what happened at Moonrise so he’s a wall flower. He makes his rounds and keeps up polite conversation but he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome so he plans to leave pretty early on. The rest of the party has arrived; Karlach and Wyll are the current stars of the hour as they tell fabulous tales of their time in Avernus. Gale and Lae’zel have sent their regards while Astarion and Shadowheart keep their chalices full and their gossip hushed. The only ones missing are you and Halsin.

Everyone knows that the two of you had something special but no one could ever figure out what. Shadowheart swore herself to secrecy and Astarion charmed the conversation to something entirely different. As for the others, no one knew why you chose to follow Halsin to the former shadow lands, only that you had and seemed to be content. Zevlor hasn’t seen you since the last fight and it created a deep rift within himself to think about it.

On one hand, he had nothing more than your conversations and the one near kiss to use as evidence of your affection for him. On the other, he remembered your tears when you found him the mind flayer colony and how you whispered a promise of forgiveness to him before you left to fight Thorm. He recalled in excruciatingly vivid detail the feeling of your tear soaked lips pressing to the corner of his as you pulled away and the utter devastation that filled your eyes.

“They will understand and they will forgive you if you give them the chance, Zevlor. You are their commander, their leader, their champion. You are not at fault for this and they will see that if you let them. Promise me that you will try. Promise me that you will not forsake yourself.” You whispered to him in a cracked and pleading voice, “promise me you’ll try. You deserve it.”

His heart pounded against his ribs as he forced himself to look at you in the eye. His knees buckled as your lips brushed against his. His voice wavered as he agreed to your promise. His strength cracked as you smiled at him and left to face almost certain death.

Zevlor isn’t so foolish to believe that you would’ve chosen to follow him after the finale battle but his heart yearned to think about that possibility. The chance, no matter how small, still felt real even as he anxiously waited for your arrival.

Like a goblin’s arrow, the sight of you walking into the Elfsong arm and arm with Halsin pierces Zevlor’s heart. You do in fact look content; your skin is glowing from being able to eat your fill and sleep as long as your desire. Your hair has been released from its strict hairstyle; bouncing around your face back in soft waves and shines in the pale evening light. Your eyes, while they’ve always been stunning, have a new spark of warmth and joy. No longer are you clad in armor but instead you’re wearing a white and blue patterned outfit that flows around you like water. Your figure has also changed but in this new attire, it becomes even more apparent that you are healthy, happy, and a feast yourself. The smile that blesses his dreams widens as you begin to notice your companions and former allies.

Zevlor casts his gaze to the ground when Halsin presses a kiss to your hairline. This confirmation is too much for him to bear and he finds anything to occupy his mind.

As the gathering quickly turns into a celebration, Zevlor attempts to make his exit. He quickly bids the couple farewell and congratulates them before trying to slip out without being noticed. A deep sigh leaves him as soon as he’s outside the doors and it’s not one of relief.

Frustration maybe.

Anger perhaps.

Or is it shame that forced him to leave without even acknowledging you?

“I knew you were not one for crowds but this I did not expect.”

He halts and squeezes his eyes shut. He’s been caught.

“The city has been treating you well, I take it. You look…” you trail off as you allow the tavern doors to close behind you, “good. Not that you didn’t before but… a life of ease agrees with you.”

Zevlor doesn’t face you, a choice that pains you more than you’d like to admit. He’s almost frozen in place as you approach him.

Coming to stand just beside him, you murmur his name and all but beg him to look at you.

With great effort, he does. A hint of blood woven pain flashes in his infernal eyes as he gazes down at you.

“But how have you been treating yourself, hm? Have you forgiven yourself or have you forsaken yourself to a life of solitude?”

He says nothing but it’s an answer enough; he’s not kept his promise to you. He crosses his arms over his chest and attempts to look more casual about the whole situation.

You begin to say his name but he cuts you off, “go on and enjoy the celebration. There are many people who have been waiting for a chance to speak with you.”

“what about you?”

His thick brows knit in confusion, “me?”

“Is there anyone else out here?” You tease for a moment, “I did mean you, Zevlor. What about you? Were you one of them?”

He wants to pretend that he wasn’t but he can’t, not when he’s been agonizing over this moment for months now. A particularly loud shout draws your attention back to the tavern and when you’re not looking, he can’t help his gaze. Almost immediately he finds himself staring at your revealed chest and the way your shirt does little to conceal the vast plains of your torso. A lump grows in his throat at the thought and he barely swallows it before you look at him again.

“I’ve thought of little else but what it would be like to see you again these last few months,” you say after taking a deep breath, “Halsin finds it difficult to not tease me about how ‘preoccupied’ I seem most days. On our way here, he told me that I better say the words I’ve been pondering all this time or he would do it for me.”

At the mention of Halsin, Zevlor unintentionally stiffens and looks over your shoulder towards the tavern. You follow his line of sight and step in front of him once more. It’s a bold move but no bolder than what you’re about to do.

You place your hands on his folded arms and gently pull, asking him to step closer and to give his attention.

“I know of the rumors about Halsin and I. I’d hoped that you hadn’t heard of them but it appears that you have and now I fear you won’t hear what I have to say.”

Zevlor stares at your hands for a moment before letting his eyes flutter closed. “Speak plainly, y/n.”

His words are uncharacteristically short and cold, a stark contrast to the person you’d come to know. You go to drop your hands and step back but one of his shots out and grabs your wrist, keeping you in place.

“I need you to be clear and precise right now. There cannot be any doubt or confusion from this moment forward.” he tells you in a low tone, one of authority and of a Hellrider Commander.

The hand on your wrist shifts to grip your bicep and pulls you impossibly closer. Your own breathing quickens when your feel your chest press against his and you find yourself leaning into his grip, relying on his strength to keep yourself upright.

Your voice, usually strong and confident, wavers as you whisper, “Halsin and I….we are no more than friends.”

Zevlor stays silent, only searches your face for any tell that you could be lying. The hand on your bicep flexes and his claws press into your skin. You hold back a hiss from the sting, pushing aside the pain to become fully absorbed in his presence. He goes to apologize however your lullaby words silence him, “He is not the one I’ve longed for since we first met.”

His hand tightens and tries to hold you in place but his strength fails him. Your hands drift from his arms to his chest and come to rest on his jaw. The tiefling’s eyes flutter closed at the contact and he takes a deep, sharp breath.

“Y/N,” he warns.

“I’ve admired you from the moment I first heard your story. I’ve known that you were going to be someone deeply important to me from the moment we fought side by side in the grove. I’ve yearned to learn everything about you since you reject my advances at the celebration, claiming that I could have anyone I desired. I’ve cared for you since learning of your fate in the Shadowlands. I realized that I loved you when I found you in moonrise in that awful colony but I’ve loved you far longer. I’ve loved you all of this time but yet I couldn’t find it within myself to tell you for fear that you wouldn’t feel the same.” Tears begin to flow from both of you as you whisper your confession to him and he keeps his eyes closed, “Zevlor I’m in love with you and I want nothing more than to be with you if you’ll have me.”

His tail wraps around your waist, keeping you close while his hands slid up onto your neck and tilt your head up. With a shaky deep breath, he musters the strength to open his eyes and look at you. The old paladin has forsaken his forgotten god many months ago and promised to live in your honor. He’s swore an oath to you that you know nothing about but it would seem that you have done the same.

“My love for you knows no bounds and no rivals,” he whispers as his lips brush against yours, close but not close enough. “I’ve waited long enough to hear that you feel the same. Promise to me that this is not some cruel joke, a drunken confession but the truth. Promise to me that you truly mean that you love me.”

“I love you,” you hastily whisper before finally capturing him in a passionate kiss. A groan slips from him at the feeling of your desperation to convey your feelings but it’s returned tenfold.

It seems that Shadowheart was right all those months ago.

[haven-1307]

MDNI

Simon “Ghost” Riley headcannons.

There’s so much more then this in my head but I haven’t written my own work in a long time, this is just the version of simon “ghost” Riley who lives in my head rent free! Any support/feedback is appreciated.

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• he can cook some basic meals, but nothing overly complicated. And he always makes sure his partner eats first.

• he shows his love through actions not words. He covers the corners of tables so you don’t hit your head if you bend down to pick something up. If your also military he will make sure all your gear and guns are kept in the best condition they can be and he’s doing regular checks. He makes sure you’ve drank enough and are taking care of yourself properly. Just all the little things.

• As lovely the fantasy is in head cannons and fics are where he’s written as a hard dom/sadist type I honestly just don’t see it.

• I do think that he’s a dom though, I don’t see him liking to give up control especially when your first starting to get used to eachother, it’s too much trust for Simon to give you until he knows for sure he can trust you - (doesn’t mean he very occasionally might let you have some control - which gradually increases over the night once your both comfortable around intimacy with eachother.)

• I think that sex is very intimate and soft with him, very sensual and comforting for both you and him. At most I see him loosely holding your neck but not enough that you’re not able to breathe. (I also think he likes feeling your pulse under his hand) or occasionally letting his hand rest slightly firmer than usual on your soft skin at your hip or waist just enough to feel you.

• He’s checking in regularly, making sure his perfect darlin is loving it as much as he is.

• PRAISE AND DEGRATION.

• He needs a safe word, for both of you. He’s so much more than his trauma but he also understand the effects it’s had on him, even if he doesn’t show it. Having a safe word in place for both of you just eases his mind a little. He would hate it if his perfect little angel felt too uncomfortable to say the safeword so he always makes it a point to watch your reactions carefully, and he’s very good at catching even the slightly discomfort or pain and will change or adjust accordingly to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

• I can see him being into sensory play, blindfolding especially. Anything that hightens the experience and pleasure.

• Even though I don’t think his communication is the best (especially early on in the relationship) he’s always checking in on your when you’re having sex or doing anything or that nature. Reminding you in more then ok to use the safe word regardless of the kind of play your doing.

• “Atta gir, just like that.” “Need me to slow down, sweetheart?” “Fuckin hell, good girl.” “Takin me so well, bloody hell darlin.”

• I can see him being a degrader though, big time. Not overly mean but he takes a certain type of pleasure from calling you names and embarrassing you. Although he will always know (and respect!) your limits and will never say things he knows you don’t like or that won’t bring you both to pleasure. And he does make you beg.

• “Such a little slut, so wet already?” “We’ve barely fuckin started princess. So needy for me, no one else able to please you the way I can?” “You want my cock? Beg me for it.”

• I’m not 100% sold on this but I can sorta see him doing primal play/ and or cnc, but this would not be rushed and I can only see it happening if it’s something that his partner has been really interested in for awhile, I don’t see it as something he himself is massively fond of or something he will do for his own benefit specifically, it wouldn’t be rushed or done without all safety precautions taken and not until you both are fully trusting and understanding of eachother completely.

• and my god he loves giving head. And he’s bloody amazing at it too.

• scary dog privileges. Big time. He’s always either next to you or right behind you.

• he really doesn’t strike me as the possessive type - protective, yes. But not possessive. You always know your safe with him and he will never let you feel uncomfortable.

• literal embodiment of “wear what you want. I can fight.”

• I think he definitely has a size kink, and if you play into it it makes him feral.

• he loves if his partner has a voice kink and he will happily talk you through anything you need.

• will fuck you with the mask on if you ask, he will chuckle to himself when you bring it up the first time though.

• the glare he gives others if they look at his perfect little darlin for too long is so harsh they end up leaving you alone very quickly.

[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day seven home ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | drabble | word count: 661.

Home had been a shining city on the far horizon for most of Rocket’s formative years: distant and gleaming under an impossible blossom-blue dome. Unreachable. Untouchable. He’d left any hope of it behind, a dozen cannon-shots or more before he’d ever even stepped foot off the Arête. No. Rocket had gone straight from the cages and right into his escape pod, out into a sky that had suddenly seemed much less beautiful and much more forever. 

And so home had always been a far-away thing, a thing he could never go back to, a thing that — like love, like peace, like a restful night’s sleep or body that didn’t hurt — Rocket could simply never have. A thing that hadn’t been meant for him. Like the screws slowly grinding away at his bones or the muscle contractures he’s always fighting in his hips and chest, home had just become another old ache that he’d grown to barely notice, except when he’s on a planet where the weather is bad. 

And then, one shift — when it was just you and him — he’d been trying to work the knots out of his shoulders. You’d reached out with dancing fingers and a query on your lips — a gentle little sound of offering — and he’d gone as still as a moon pinned between two gravity wells. Your fingers had felt light as little birds, perched on his shoulders weightlessly, and you’d guided them into a rolling series of rotations. Then you’d tugged him between your knees, and kneaded every small stone you’d found lodged under his skin and fur. 

When he’d finally gone as molten and buttery as a beeswax candle on a warm day, you’d murmured another little question. He’d blinked at you blankly — completely disconnected from anything but the feel of his body, pliant for the first time in possibly his entire life — so you’d pulled him onto your lap and continued your little ministry of touch until he’d fully curled up, his tail a wreath of feathery brushes around you both. His back had pressed itself into your hands as you’d worked your thumbs into the base of his spine: freeing the tension from his hips, beckoning it out of muscle and bone, letting it dissipate into the air between your fingertips. Your hands had been so warm that even all the metal plates and bolts deep inside had suddenly felt like a part of him — had suddenly matched his own body temperature — every piece slotting together inside him with a rightness he’d never known before. The air in his lungs had turned into little pearls and gemstones, spilling up into his throat like jeweled gravel. He’d made a noise — some kind of rumble — and it had startled him until your hands had soothed over him again and you’d whispered something that had sounded like you’re just purring. 

He’d never say any of this in front of the others, never let them know about this: about how soft he is for this, for the warm quiet circle of space in your arms and on your thighs. He’d never climb into your lap like this if they could see it; never make a nest out of your body-heat and burrow into the loose thick folds of your sweatshirt. He  only does it on the shifts when everyone else is asleep, or planetside, or away. 

It’s not that he’s ashamed. It’s just — this is something special and precious and small, and if he looks at it too closely or acknowledges it exists, he may never have it back. But for now — for these moments that he can only measure in the soft wash of his breath or the thrum of his pulse in his wrists, the steady sound of your heartbeat holding him together like gravity — for now, it’s touchable, and attainable, and real — 

Moreso than any shining city on the far horizon, glimmering against the sweep of a blossom-blue ocean and a forever sky.

i did it! i brought my wordcount down! this was just a fun little exercise in writing whatever weird shit came to my mind so sorry if it makes no sense but i figured i'd indulge my inclination toward purple prose (get rekt literary critics). anyway this was fun and i am very much in favor of many future rocket raccoon prompts & prompt weeks, and thank you for creating this and bringing it to my attention, @frostedwitch ♡♡♡

i will be putting out a masterlist for this set of prompts sometime next week probably. i really hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing! ♡

day six. bite rocket prompt week masterlist ✷ main masterlist rocket raccoon prompt week list

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[saucyjothoughts]

May I... chime in with some Hung Nace?

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Nace has learned to have no expectations of gigs, less so of his band mates during gigs. Far too often, he and Jan have gravitated towards each other and Nace has seen a hunger in Jan's eyes, hidden behind his long hair, that tells Nace in no uncertain terms what Jan wants, what he craves. It'll keep him half hard throughout the show, and by the time they get back to the hotel they are staying at, they are both equally ravenous and Jan begs and begs until Nace is bottomed out with one arm wrapped around Jan's neck, squeezing just so.

Kris will occasionally seek him out, equal parts professionalism and playfulness. It's never anything more serious than hamming it up for the audience. Yet. Jure is always touchy, but it's innocent and joyful, hanging off of Nace and Jan, laughing and whispering less than appropriate jokes.

Bojan... Bojan is the loose cannon. Bojan, who will reverently drag fingers along Kris' fine features, pull at Jan's hair in a way that makes something simmer in the pit of Nace's stomach. Bojan, who had been circling Nace for most of the gig, handsy and pushing the boundaries between them. And maybe Nace decides to push back. And Bojan... Bojan pushes back. Bojan pushes back and the vibrations of Pinči run right through Nace, licking like fire in his veins and he is harder than he thinks he might get away with. And Bojan... Bojan's eyes are on him. Knowing.

During one of Bojan's speeches, Jan sidles up to Nace, an easy smile to hide his words, "I think Bojan should come by tonight."

That's... That should not excite Nace as much as it does. Should not make him glance towards Bojan, should not make his cock twitch when Bojan imperceptably falters at the smile and raised eyebrow Nace shoots him.

And yet.

And yet, he can barely keeps his hands off Jan once they're on their floor, kissing and nipping at him before they're even through the door.

"Why?" Nace asks, grinding against Jan and revelling in the way Jan's breath shudders out of him at the feel of Nace's cock, hard and aching through his trousers.

"Because Bojan and I... have something in common."

The idea that Bojan–

Nace loses it a little, loses himself in Jan's eager kisses and hands that don't seem to want to find buttons and zippers. No matter. Nace is not above ripping Jan's clothes, or his own.

"Are you asking me to– He'll need–" Nace babbles, voice strained while Jan's talented fingers work over his length.

A knock on the door, Nace freezes, but Jan just smirks, squeezes teasingly around the base of Nace's cock.

"Right on time." Then, in response to the no doubt perplexed expression on Nace's face. "I texted him in the car. Told him to give us ten minutes."

"Jan, he– What does he expect? Can he... can he take me?"

"Oh, Nacko..." Jan saunters over to the door. "Bojan is like me, he loves them big. But not necessarily to... physically experience it himself. Bojan is here to watch. And maybe if you want to tease him about how good that cock feels while you fuck me full... I'm sure he won't mind."

Another knock. A little more insistent. Nace takes his cock in hand, jerks it lazily to spread the precum over the head.

"Let's not keep him waiting, then."

Hung!Nace x sizequeen!Jan part three! You guys are killing me

(original misli here and part two here)

[redfluffz]

After he fell you mentioned that Lucifer lost the connection to his star. Besides loosing his bird form, and presumably some of his powers, are there any other negative effects on him?

I know it’s not cannon, but I had the thought that if there was something going on with him health wise, mentally or physically, from that separation then maybe the reason Lilith is in Heaven is she is secretly trying to find a way to re-establish Lucifer’s link to his star.

This is gonna be a looong answer. Sorry for that! 🥲

QUESTION 1

Actually yes. It really has some negative affects. So when he's disconnected from his star, he doesn't have a (I called it) "light cleaning". For me there is no evil or good magic, but I think their are indeed diffenrences between angel and demon magic. So for an angel it's pretty hard to use demon magic. So Luc was not only punished, disconnected from his star and injured - he was cursed. Unlike Lili he isn't a demon but cursed to use this magic which troubles his whole body. If he doesn't take care of himself, he would go crazy. That's why he is so "calm". All happy and stuff, just when he gets angry he might loose himself in the demon magic and become a horrific version of himself.

QUESTION 2

Huii. Yeah well my problem is, I didn't figured out yet how the puzzle connects Lilith to what. In my headcanon I'm absolutely sure Lilith is not evil nor a traitor. But I also won't go with Eve being just a bad person as Roo.

I read many theories about what Lilith is doing and how its connected to the story.

So here are my thoughts (but be aware, I haven't thought through it completly yet.)

So if "Evil" (later Roo, Root of all Evil) is the personification of evil, there must be an opposite site. And we saw that in the first minutes of the first episode. What if they both are parts of God? Just think about it. God is everything, right? So he is good and bad. And he splitted those parts from himself, because he was going crazy with their voices inside his head. Like angel and devil on your shoulder. So this is how they were born. Let's skip a few thousand years. The fall of Luc. God withdraws and let "Good" take charge of heaven. And "Evil"? She decided to go after Eve. And maybe they have a symbiotic relationship. You know like Venom and Eddie? So Eve and Evil became Roo when Eve died and went to hell. Because first sinner??? Dunno. Okay. Let's skip another few years. Lili and Luc are happy and stuff and the something happened.

Soo first we need to talk about all their motives. When Evil and Eve became Roo both learned something about the other. Evil learned what Good and Love is. Eve learned about Evil, Hate and God. Soo maybe Eve wants revenge but over the time her traget changed from Lucifer to God so she needs to get into heaven. And "Evil" may wants to help everybody, since she now knows good and bad. Okay. Lilith loves hell. She is free, can do what she wants ... and wants her family and an own child. So now we come to a very interesting theory. Liliths songs were inspirations for demon kind. What if her good motives "redeemed her"? If that's true, she could reenter heaven. Now that's interesting for Eve, right? Let's talk about deals. And here it goes wild. So Lilith isn't capable of giving birth, because of her curse. And no I don't see Luci as ... Just please don't. What if Eve gave birth to Charlie in exchange for the ticket into heaven. Now you may ask yourself, how can she pass that? Well Eve takes the image of Lilith. So in the early days Eve take care of Charlie, cause she neede several things. You know like breast milk ... and after that Lilith could live the next 180 years with her family.

Now we are in the events before those ominous 7 years. The deal. Lilith has to go incognito so Eve can enter heaven as "Fake-Lilith". But you can't fool heavens gates?! Eve can't, but "Evil" (a part from God) can. And where did Lilith go? Well she may become an overlord to help hell and her family. And which overlord?

"Who hasn't thought about eating their first husband? I would if he wouldn't taste so bad." Adam? 🤣

Yeah I think its Rosie. And Rosie knows Alastor pretty well. WHY? Because she helped him after the battle. But I really don't think she made that painful deal with him. Come on guys. This woman was fighting for freedom just to bind someone and force him to do something? Nah. That deal must be between Roo and him. The Eyes, guys. THE EYES. And Alastor helps Charlie, because of a favor for Rosie.

Yeah that's all I got right now.

Thanks for asking!

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Fated to Fall ~ Sindri x GN Reader [Pt 9]

Tw: Cannon Typical Violence | Somewhat Graphic Mention of Gore

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“My shop!” you jump a little at Sindri’s sudden outburst, your eyes soon finding the wreckage he’s yelling about. You're surprised to see Atreus hardly miss a beat as he continues, not so much as passing a glance to what had clearly upset the dwarf before scaling yet another wall. Sindri catches this and you don’t miss the tired look in his eyes.

“Well, if we can’t stop you then…this is as far as I go,” he announces to the boy before turning back to the wreck, arms crossed and clearly jaded by the whole situation.

“I’m gonna stay and…fix this,” he mumbles mostly to himself and you can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. The both of you had spent yourselves trying to get the boy to see reason and now it seemed he’d given up on trying. You couldn’t blame him. Sometimes Atreus was as unyielding as steel, making it impossible to get him to listen. You were sure the last thing he needed was a broken shop to top it all off.

“Suit yourself. You coming Y/n?” The boy asks. You turn to look back at him, hesitating for a moment. You feel the weariness of your body down to your bones. The fight from earlier had weakened you, the fur coat draining much of what was left of your strength just to keep it all under wraps. Looking at the wall the boy had so easily scaled made you even more sure you would be of little use here. So, meeting his eyes, you tried to find some belief that he would be okay on his own.

“Do you truly believe you can get her to see any reason?” You ask, your voice conveying just how little you believed in this reckless idea.

“I know it,” his voice is confident, though you would rather call it foolish. Yet despite everything you find it in yourself to trust his judgment. If against all evidence he truly believed she had the potential to listen, then there must be something he knew of her that you didn’t. Which was likely, given that you’d never truly met the woman before.

“Then I don’t believe having me around would be helpful. She would likely consider it a threat,” your answer gives him a moment of pause, but he shakes it off quickly.

“Okay then,” his voice waivers, uncertainty finally bleeding into his tone. Yet even then he turns and continues towards his goal, undeterred. You turn around and notice that Sindri hasn’t started to clean yet, his face a mixture of desperate and annoyed as he continued to look Atreus’ direction. He seemed to be contemplating something before he spoke again.

“You sure you wanna go in there wearing the very arrow tip that killed her son?” the words strike away nearly all previous confidence you had in the boy, your eyes blown wide as you’re held at an absolute loss.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” you ask Sindri, though Atreus responds before he can.

“I’ll wear it under my shirt,” he speaks oh so casually.

“And besides, it’s a reminder. To be better” you simply can’t believe the words leaving the boy’s mouth right now.

“You need a murder weapon to be a better person?” Sindri asks the question you were moments away from yelling.

“It makes me feel brave, okay? Is that such a bad thing?” You wish you were in hitting distance at that very moment.

“Yes actually! For the love of- this is so far beyond reckless!” You are far more than the word ‘worried’ can describe at this point. But as you said before, Freya would likely see your appearance with the boy as a threat and as strong as you knew you were, fighting off a former valkyrie queen with nothing more than an ax and an overconfident child simply wasn’t something you believed possible, at least not in your current state. Not to mention how risky it was with your loose grip on the golden menace that flowed through your veins.

“I’ll be fine! She won’t even notice!” his words did nothing to comfort you, even less to give you any more confidence in this horrible idea. But it’s too late now. Nothing you could do would stop him before he reached her. A moment later he encounters a draugr, blowing it up with a fire pot before continuing further. You try to find some comfort in his abilities, knowing that he’s gotten out of plenty of sticky situations before. It hardly helps.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” you mumble to yourself, Sindri giving you a sympathetic look of agreement before turning back toward the boy.

“You sure this is a good idea? You haven’t got a plan!” Sindri, clearly as distressed as you are, tries his last desperate attempt to get Atreus to just listen.

“Brok says some people run better on chaos. I think he’s right,” he’s indignant as he speaks now. You know that there is simply nothing that is going to pull him away from this stupid idea, not when he feels he has something to prove.

“What makes you think that applies here!? This is life and death-!” Sindri, bless the man, can’t seem to accept total defeat.

“And this is Ragnarök! We can’t just do nothing and we’re out of options,” there isn’t a doubt in that boy’s mind.

“Living! Living is an option!” Sindri near yells, so beyond worried. But no response is given, leaving only the whistle of wind.

“...He’s gone,” you break the silence. He turns to you and you both share a look of great concern. But there is simply nothing left to do. There is no getting him to seek reason now.

“Well then,” he speaks between slightly gritted teeth before turning back towards the broken pieces of what must have once been a shop.

“I have a mess to clean,” without another moment’s hesitation he gets to work. There is a second that passes before you speak up.

“Would you like any help?” You ask and he pauses his movements to look at you, his tense posture relaxing with a heavy sigh.

“Yes. If you would like to,” he allows and so the two of you quickly get to cleaning.

A few moments of quiet pass, though it’s filled with the moving of debris and the clanking of metal tools set back in place. You think it will probably remain like this, given the two of you didn’t know each other well enough to ask one another much of anything. But in the end he seems to find something to say.

“Did you know that Atreus was sneaking off tonight?” He asks. You pop your head up just long enough to acknowledge his sentence before getting back to work.

“No” your answer is simple and sure, but you’re beginning to notice a pattern of him not liking those types of answers when he can’t help but dig further.

“Then why were you out there?” your movements pause at the strange line of questioning. He must have noticed, as his quick glance showed sudden nervousness.

“If you don’t mind telling me, of course” he tries to give you an out, a way to avoid the question that has made you so suddenly aware of his words. But slowly you go back to cleaning. Finding little reason to lie, you answer honestly.

“I don’t sleep well and carving usually helps. Distracts me, at least” you don’t notice the sudden stare he sends you as you are far too distracted pushing a heavy piece of debris out of the way.

“Oh…Well I suppose that does make sense. You look exhausted” those words catch your attention again. You did, in fact, feel like slamming your head against a wall until you were able to pass out, but you had believed yourself much better at hiding that fact. When he turns and notices you staring he goes wide-eyed.

“Not in an insulting way. You just- well you- you are uh- um-”

“Relax,” you tell him. His voice quiets immediately, though he didn’t look any less uncomfortable. You smile a bit as you turn back to your work once more.

“I promise I don’t pop peoples head’s off for simply stating the obvious,” you can’t help the slight chuckle that finds its way through your words. You hope it calms him as you don’t glance to check.

“Well good! That would probably be very inconvenient for you,” you can’t tell if that was a sentence born out of continued nerves or an attempt at humor, but you give him a short laugh either way.

“I wouldn’t get anything done with Atreus around” you continue to jest and do finally spare a brief glance to see that he seems far less tense now. He even smiles.

“You know, if you would like to try and sleep, I don’t mind keeping watch for you,” he suggests, and you are a little surprised by the offer. As kind as the sentiment is though, you knew you’d have to decline.

“I couldn’t. It’s hard enough to close my eyes on a good night, let alone one where Atreus is running head first into death-” The sound of sudden footsteps stops your words immediately. You hold your hand to your ax as both you and Sindri turn toward the sound.

“Is that you up there?” Sindri calls out. There’s a pause that nearly makes your heart drop before Atreus finally peaks over the side.

“Hello down there!” He finally replied. You breathe a sigh of relief and let go of your ax.

“Hey! Come to your senses yet?” Sindri asks. You know it’s pointless.

“Yes!” wait what?

“I mean- uh. I’m not changing my mind!” and just as suddenly all shock leaves your system.

“Ha! You do have doubts!” Sindri retorts. You hadn’t thought about it like that, but the possibility of Atreus reflecting on his actions was welcome. Any relief is washed out the window when you look up just in time to see Sindri get hit by a cloud of snow. Your head turns in the direction it had come from to avoid one heading your way.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” the two of you yell in unison. You notice Atreus’ cheeky smile even from so far away.

“Like you never do? Better than having regrets,” he continues to try and justify his foolish decision.

“Not sure I agree with that! But by all means, keep going and you might find those too!” Sindri’s frustration was becoming very clear by this point. What he received was a wave of dismissal as the boy turned to continue on his way.

This time it was your turn to send him a sympathetic look, though he misses it as he turns back to fixing up his shop, now with much less finesse and much more of a rough hand. You aren’t sure what you could say to calm him.

“Was he always this reckless when the two of you were off on your explorations?” he huffs at your words as he rather aggressively scrubs at old tools that must have been left here however long ago.

“Not when we first started. He listened to me at least half the time then” his words are through a tight smile and to no surprise he ends up dropping a hammer against his foot, hissing as he hops and mumbles quiet curses. He throws another tool in frustration, the heavy thud cracking through an old piece of wood and snapping right in half, his eyes practically glaring at it. There’s a moment of complete silence before you speak again.

“...are you okay?” You ask as cautiously as you can. He takes a deep breath, letting the pain and frustration run through him before responding.

“I’m having a lovely time” his sarcasm drips into every word and you feel yourself growing a little weary of his well-being at this point.

“Maybe we should take a break,” you suggested and though he doesn’t glance at you, his movement does pause at your words.

“You’re…probably right,” he agrees, setting down the tools he had been organizing and slumping against his workshop and onto the ground. You take a second of pause before you decide you should take some of your own advice. Slowly, you take a spot next to him, leaning a bit against the wood for some relief from the sudden pain in your abdomen, hiding a grimace. You two sit in complete silence for a while, watching the snowflakes fall and the wind shift direction. It was often that you stayed awake on nights like these. The soft echo of night had always been a comfort for you; a reprieve from the sudden mess your life had become. It allowed you a moment of calm to clear your mind, even if only slightly. Sometimes it was the only way you found peace. Though then again, you never really could stand the silence too long.

After a while you began to set up a fire with some of the dry wood you had found. He seemed thankful for this, even if he still looked a little lost in his own mind. You hoped he wasn’t being too cruel to himself in there, though your gut told you he most definitely was. So you decided it might be best to start up a conversation again.

“You and him are a joy to witness together” you speak out of the blue, earning his attention quickly. He seems almost pleasantly surprised by the comment.

“Whatever do you mean?” He asks in a way that tells you he wants the details. You don’t hide the small smile the question gives you.

“You two bicker like you need it to breathe,” you clarify, watching as his previous joy is tinged with disappointment.

“We don’t argue that much” he tries to defend, though even he doesn’t seem to fully believe himself.

“No, no, not at all! The silence had simply filled itself the whole way here” your sarcasm drips and he rolls his eyes before turning back to the snow in front of him. You hide a chuckle in your throat, knowing that he got your point well enough. In the moment of silence that passes you manage to finally light the fire. You both begin to warm your hands before you speak again.

“It’s sweet” your words gain his attention again, though not his eyes.

“The arguing?” He asks, entirely unconvinced that you’d meant your words. You let out a short laugh at the question.

“No. I meant how close the two of you are,” you clarify. Even with him turned away, you can see the satisfied smile on his face.

“That’s not a word I would have used” you’re intrigued by his answer, shown in how you finally turn your head to him.

“And how would you describe it?” You watch the contemplation that takes over his features. He clearly takes his time finding the perfect word, but does manage to come up with it in the end.

“Painful,” he exaggerates with the wide roll of his eyes and a barely hidden scoff. You too roll your eyes at the comment.

“Fair enough” you lean back against the workshop, the warmth of the fire calming down your frozen bones. Moments passed and the silence grew ever thicker as the two of you waited and waited for the boy to return. You both shared worried glances every now and again as the minutes stretched on. Just when you were beginning to wonder if it would have been better to wake Kratos, you hear footsteps high in the snow. A glance up shows he has returned.

“Oh, thank Ymir. You’re alright,” Sindri’s relief shows openly as he stands. You think for a moment that you should probably join him, but the relief you felt on finally being able to relax your muscles tells you differently. So you decided to keep your spot for as long as the two of them would speak.

“How did it go!? I was starting to think-”

“Sindri, I told you I could handle it!” Atreus speaks over him, as sure as ever as he climbs down from on high.

“But I don’t think she’s gonna help us” his answer isn’t a surprise. It would have to take quite the feat to win over someone who’s been trying to kill you all for the past three years. Frankly, the fact he left unscathed was an accomplishment in itself. The boy walks over to the table before Sindri speaks again.

“Uh…where’s your necklace?” Is the first question he asks. A question that has you quickly turning up to look at the boy. And lo-and-behold, the necklace is gone.

“Huh?- Oh! I was thinking and I, uh…got rid of it” you take a deep breath as you hold back the words you wanted to speak in that moment of utter stupidity.

“She took it, didn’t she?” Sindri immediately calls him out on the blatant lie. The boy can do nothing but stand there and try to find the words he doesn’t have. Sindri crosses his arms and you watch him take the same deep breath you had.

“Today was your lucky day. So tell me, how did it feel to run on chaos,” Sindri so politely puts it.

“I-” before Atreus can find anything to salvage his mess, a screech cuts through the air. You snap your head towards the sound just in time to see a flame being thrown your way. You try to tumble out of the way, a surge of pain shooting through you when a piece of the destroyed wood flys your direction, hitting the back of your head as the shop is once again blown to bits.

“You okay?!” Atreus calls out. Your breath is heavy as you force yourself to stand, your skin already burning.

“I’m fine!” You yell back, forcing yourself to your feet as the sting of all your muscles fly through you. There is no time to stand still when the draugr charges at you.

“My Axe!” you call out as you dodge the behemoth’s attack. Your movements are sloppier than you’d like them to be, but it misses you anyway.

“Here!” Sindri calls out. You turn his direction as he throws the weapon. You move to the side to avoid another hit before you reach out. Thankfully when you do, you’re able to take the handle of the weapon easily.

The next few moments aren’t your best work. You miss more than a few swings, your feet heavy and your stance having lost a lot of its strength. But even then you’re able to do some damage that, with a bit of help from the others, leaves the Draugr heavily wounded. Then, as luck would have it, a few other lovely guests are drawn to the noise.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me” you mumble to yourself, narrowly avoiding the downswing of a second Draugr’s fiery blade.

“Nightmares! Ugh, I’m gonna be sick!” Sindri calls out next, though a moment too late when an icy shard hits your shoulder.

“I’ll get the Draugr! Just get the nightmares out of here!” Your yell is harsh and demanding, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you manage to block one of their blades with your own.

“Got it!” Atreus called out, his bow fixing on the flying abominations. With a bit of a struggle, you manage to get enough leverage to throw the Draugr on the ground before slamming down with enough force to shatter the creature’s head. You don’t get a second to recover before the other one is on you again, the burning of your skin fully ridding the ice in your bones. A few well-timed slices have the weaker of the two already on death’s door, something you are beyond grateful for at the moment. Though you can’t seem to get close enough to get a good final hit in. Worse yet, you aren’t sure you could handle another pushing match.

“Sindri!” you call, hoping that whatever he was throwing around might help.

“Step back!” you listen without hesitation, a burst of flames covering your vision not a moment later. The creature staggers and takes a few more dangerous steps towards you before, finally, it falls. Silence reigns for a moment, filled only by the breaths of the after battle recovery. That is until-

“Mph” your torso burns with pain, the adrenaline leaving you to deal with the consequences of your lack of rest. You try your best to hide it, to grimace and bear it just long enough to be alone, but it becomes harder to hide when you’re forced to lean on your ax to keep balance.

“Y/n?” Atreus’ voice echos across the walls in a way that makes it seem almost like a dozen of him have called out to you at once.

“Hm” is all you can bear to answer at first as you force yourself to stand upright. You know to give a full answer quickly after though, lest he try to pester you about your state.

“I’m fine,” you soon call out as you manage to hide your grimace. You can see shadows dancing on the inside of the fur that covers you, the constant burning reminding you of how unstable your magic is becoming. It’s a thought that worries you beyond imagining after years of having been able to quell the golden light that seeped out of your every pour. It isn’t so easy a thing to lose oneself, to be consumed by something you didn’t want to even consider a part of you. It was like some other being swam through your blood and betrayed your every attempt to keep yourself in control. No matter how hard you trained yourself, your emotions, your mind, it always seemed to slip through the cracks. And each drop that escaped your skin wanted nothing more than to destroy everything you were trying so desperately to keep safe.

But despite all of this, you seem convincing enough as you stand; your axe at your side and none of your magic escaping its shadowed prison. Atreus stares at you for only a moment before shrugging his shoulders and moving on, though you catch how Sindri’s eyes linger on you a little longer.

“I’ll fix this later,” Sindri speaks again, his stare finally turning from you to look upon the mess that was the shop the two of you had almost fully fixed.

“Let’s get out of here before something else tries to kill us,” he continues as he secures down his bag and eyes the exit.

“Yeah, good idea” Atreus agrees, the boy not wasting a moment more before catching the crack and the wall and beginning to make his way through it. You’re right behind him, though you wait for Sindri to make his way through before you follow. You try to ignore how openly the dwarf is staring at you, hoping that he might just simply ignore whatever it was he believed he saw. Thankfully he does seem to let it go, instead turning his focus back to the boy.

“Hate to bring it up, but are we telling your dad about this? Since you’ve come clean and all,” Sindri questions, though his tone clearly conveys that he most definitely doesn’t believe the boy plans to.

“No way! He’d kill you!” Atreus nearly yells his answer, but you can’t really say he’s wrong. After how Kratos had acted when he’d first found out, you’d honestly be surprised if he didn’t rip the head right off of the poor dwarf the moment he found out they’d stuck away again.

“Right well um…” he paused, a glance tossed towards you before he quickly caught up with your brother, his voice quiet enough to blend in with the wind’s song. You most certainly don’t need to ask to know that you are uninvited from whatever conversation they're having. So you do what you do best and hang behind a couple of paces, keeping an eye out for danger and budding out of whatever they found important enough to keep from you. After all, they were much closer to each other than you could ever hope to be with either of them.

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» sarah cameron & topper thornton || on my ao3

͟͟͞꒰➳ summary: following the scene in s2e6 where topper saves sarah from rafe trying to drown her — topper navigates trying to take care of little!sarah when he isn’t quite sure what’s going on

» warnings: little!sarah, caregiver!topper, swearing, crying, talk of canon violence/events, references to child/family abuse, talk of weight changes/not eating, past topper/sarah

“You got that? You got that Rafe?!” The words tremble just slightly as Topper grits them through his teeth, dropping Rafe to the ground and not letting his bloodied face be in his sight for another second before he turns to Sarah.

“Sarah, Sarah you okay? Can you breathe?” Topper’s hand shakes the smallest amount, resting in the air unsure if he’s allowed to touch Sarah or if that’ll make her very obvious panic worse. She blinks at him hard and sucks in a shaky breath.

“M’okay.” She’s not. Topper knows that and it makes his jaw clench tight in anger all over again, debating for half a second if turning back around to beat on Rafe some more is worth it, but then Sarah timidly reaches out for him and all that rage slips away.

He can’t get her held in his arms any quicker and reassurances start to naturally fall from his lips. It’s too cold for Sarah to be out here in the night when she’s sopping wet, she shouldn’t be stuck in the place where something so traumatic happened either, and the grip she has on the back of Topper’s shirt tells him he won’t be letting her out of his sight anytime soon.

“Sarah, can you walk? We can get on my boat and get away from here.” Away from her absolutely deranged family. Topper always knew Rafe was a loose cannon and Ward gave him a bad vibe since the day he met him but this- Rafe almost drowning his own sister- it’s so much worse than Topper ever thought. It makes a million questions pop into his head, terrified that this isn’t the first bout of violence Sarah’s faced from her family, overthinking every interaction he’s ever observed of Sarah and her family together.

Has this been going on for a long time? Months? Years? When did it get this bad? Maybe this is why she was so attached to John B so quickly, he’s nothing like her family, the farthest thing from it, Topper doubts he even knew Sarah’s step-moms name before they started dating. Shit- was Sarah ever scared of Topper because he hung around Rafe? Did she think he would hurt her?

The back of Topper’s throat turns sour with the thought and he shakes himself back to reality. Sarah hasn’t moved away from his neck, still shaking in place, her freezing nose tucked right up against his hot skin as Topper carefully cradles a hand to the back of her head. Her hair is hardening with the cold water and air from the sea, they really need to get out of here.

“Do you… want me to carry you?” His eyes squeeze shut with the ask because he knows it’s probably the last thing he should be saying. But Sarah’s always loved being carried around, she’d jump on Topper’s back any chance she could get even before they dated, giggling happily when he’d run around with her and bounce her up higher. He’d do anything to hear that giggle right now.

“Y-yeah, please.” The barely audible whisper of Sarah’s voice snaps Topper’s heart to a million pieces all over again.

“Okay I got you.” It’s easier than it was in the past to heft Sarah onto his hip, even with the wet clothes she’s lighter, thinner, he wonders how many days she went without eating when her and John b were stuck running from the cops. There should be food at the boat house he’s planning on taking them to.

The walk over to Topper’s boat is short but actually climbing onto the boat takes a minute or two, Sarah’s unwilling to let go of him and he’s scared of missing his step and falling into the water with her. He manages to get them both on safely but Sarah still won’t let him put her down on the bench of the boat. Something’s shifted in how she’s acting that Topper can’t quite place but it makes his whole chest fill with protective energy. The way she’s leaning on him, curled in as close as possible when he sits on the chair in front of the steering wheel, her hands in a loose grip on his shirt still, eyes wide and terrified— she looks so small — it makes Topper feel impossibly more responsible for her. There’s no way she can be responsible for herself right now, she must be in shock, too out of it to do anything but silently cry against Topper’s chest.

“I know somewhere we can go, somewhere warm, somewhere safe.” He murmurs and reaches to grab a stray blanket that’s draped over the bench of the boat from earlier in the day when Topper spent a good hour sleeping in the sun. Sarah used to say he was like a cat, always attracted to sun spots, but then she started to do the same and they could only laugh about it. A nap like that would probably be good for Sarah right now, it’d at least warm her up- but it’s night and the farther out into the water they drive the colder it gets.

“We’re almost there.” Topper assures when he feels Sarah shiver against him, nodding weakly in acknowledgment. The boat house truly isn’t far and he can see the outside light that’s always flipped on when it gets dark out, but the five minutes still feels like an eternity.

“Do you wanna walk in on your own?” Despite internally cringing as he asks the question because surely Sarah’s okay to walk now- Sarah only shakes her head against his chest. It makes the worry Topper’s had this entire time grow even worse, but he’d never tell her no so he quickly gets the boat tied down - reluctantly leaving Sarah sitting alone on the captain's chair as he does- before coming to scoop her up into his arms bridal style and carry her inside.

“Here’s a towel, I should have some sweatpants and a shirt somewhere around here just give me a sec to find them.” Topper really doesn’t want to leave Sarah sitting on the daybed by herself but she needs to change out of those soaked clothes sooner rather than later.

It takes a lot of digging and a few random swimsuits flung to the floor but eventually Topper finds a pair of jogger sweatpants and a loose shirt, both dry, both much warmer than the small jean shorts and t-shirt Sarah’s in now. She’s busy patting her hair dry, though the action is a little uncoordinated and clumsy, Topper moves to swipe the towel across her hair without thinking.

“Thanks.” It’s a mumble and Sarah’s eyes stare at her hands fidgeting in her lap rather than at Topper.

“Course. Here I’ll stand outside while you get changed.” The last thing he wants is to make Sarah feel uncomfortable so he slips back out onto the landing of the boat house after handing her the new clothes.

It’s already colder outside than when they first arrived despite how little time has passed. Topper momentarily thinks about taking Sarah back to his house for the night. It'd be nicer, probably safer, but his parents just got home from a week-long trip and won’t appreciate him sneaking his ex-girlfriend into his room at ten at night. Even if it’s not for any reason other than to take care of Sarah, not that he can exactly explain that, there’s no way anyone would believe him if he said he caught Rafe trying to drown Sarah when he went out to the docks to get his phone charger from the boat. It’d sound absurd. Like some excuse just to have Sarah stay the night. It’ll be better if she stays here.

“T-top?” The sight of Sarah all but drowning in Topper’s shirt as she sits cross legged on the bed almost makes Topper audibly go ‘awe.’ It’s not how he’s used to feeling about Sarah, there’s nothing romantic about the feeling, she just looks so small and innocent like this it’s pulling on his heart strings.

“Any warmer?” He tugs the blanket back over her shoulders even as Sarah nods to him.

“It’s late, you should sleep.” Not that Topper really wants to leave her out here alone to do so, but she looks exhausted and probably feels worse than she looks considering everything.

“Wait- will you stay?” His wrist gets caught when he turns to walk out of the door again.

“You sure?” Sarah hums and Topper hesitantly moves to sit on the edge of the bed, keenly aware that this might be a bad idea. It’s not that he thinks anything will happen- there’s no way- but Sarah might regret having had him stay in the morning.

“Sarah, you okay?” The answer is blatant, no she isn’t, she just climbed her way to be nearly sitting in Topper’s lap with her head on his chest and arms around his middle, she’d never do that under normal circumstances.

Even when they were a couple she always preferred to lay her head on his shoulder and hold his hand or throw her legs atop his so he could brush his fingertips up and down her calfs- she never wanted to be this close, never clung onto him like she is right now. He doesn’t know what to do in this situation- she’s dating John b, obviously likes him more than she ever liked Topper in a romantic way, and while this feels the farthest thing from romantic, Topper’s still weary of where the line of too much is.

“It’s okay, you can go to sleep, I’m right here.” The reassurances fall from his lips in spite of his personal worry, he simply wraps his arms around her back and gently brushes his thumb up and down on her spine til her eyes flutter shut.

The morning may be awkward and Topper still isn’t sure why Sarah’s behavior has changed so much but for now he does his best to make sure Sarah feels comforted. It’s the least he can do after the hell she’s experienced tonight with Rafe, and he can worry about John b possibly kicking his ass later, he doesn't care as long as Sarah is safe tonight.

[neoninky]

3 and 5

- This ask is brought to you by this TWST Ask Game -

Damn right for the really tough ones lol

“3. Who is your favorite House Warden?”

You know, I’m going with the Red King himself, Riddle Rosehearts. I had to really think about this one because I like most of them, and I was torn between a couple of them lol, but I’m going with Riddle.

While he does have anger management issues and, let’s be honest, pulled a lot of unnecessary and messed up shit in Book 1, he’s a guy that sticks to his guns and prides himself on his discipline and knowledge, both of which he gained through hardwork. He also - post overblot - sees potential in others, especially his underclassmen like Epel and Deuce and looks out for them. Also post overblot, Riddle makes an effort to be more understanding and less of a hardass (he still is but that’s just part of his character lol) He also doesn’t back down from a challenge. For all that, I admire him a lot. Well done, king 🤌✨

“5. Who are your Top 5 favorite and/or comfort characters?”

*brain explodes from trying to decide* Ok in no particular order 😂

Lilia, Jade, Jamil, Malleus, and Ortho

Lilia: before Book 7, Lilia was a quirky lil Bat Dad sir that was in no way a teenager but I didn’t care cuz he’s a lot of fun and loves his boys lol….after Book 7, everything I just said plus lots and lots of tears and feelings 😂

Jade: I love both of the twins but Jade especially holds a special place in my heart. I would never want to be his enemy or target lol, but outside of that, I love Jade. What a heckin’ hyper focused nerd. What an absolute force of nature when it comes to holding Octavinelle together yes Azul does a lot too I would go on a hike and take nature pictures and identify mushrooms in a heartbeat lol. Also I read one of his dialogues where he greets you on your birthday and he got you a bougie tea set or something of that nature - sold 😂

Jamil: I love me a good ol’ snek boi what can I say? But no, Jamil is definitely one of the coolest and most relatable characters in the game in my book. He grew up desiring something for just himself, wanting more out of life, but he wanted more on his terms, earned in his own way - not just handed to him. Respect. Jamil is cool as hell, bless him. Plus he is the sassiest boi when he lets loose and it’s hilarious 😂

Malleus: oh Malleus. He’s become one of my favorites and one of my comfort characters simply because I can relate to him in some ways. Some not all. Definitely did not grow up in royalty or even a rich family, but I definitely was an “odd” one that didn’t always connect with my peers or even know how to a lot of the time. I was a latch key kid growing up so I also spent a lot of time alone. On a much more superficial level, I too love gargoyles and grotesques and I collect them lol. I too greatly appreciate quiet, underpopulated places. For Malleus, it’s ruins or abandoned places. For me, it’s libraries, my apartment, or mostly empty movie theaters 😂

Ortho: Ortho is an interesting lil dude who always makes me smile. Or laugh when he immediately jumps to the “blow it up with a laser cannon” option lolol. I like steampunk or technology based characters/designs/aesthetics so that also plays into my love for Ortho. Also as a younger sibling myself, his love and admiration for his big brother hits home ngl. Ortho just has a youthfulness and impish charm about his character that I like a lot. It’s refreshing ✨

Thanks for the ask, Aqua~

[vampyrs-and-witchers]

VAMPYR(2018) - OC; “Alisa (Alice) Anya Volkov”

ALIGNMENT:

Neutral Good: Neutral Good individuals do the best they can, working within rules but not feeling bound by them. A kindly person who helps others according to their needs is probably Neutral Good.

BIOGRAPHY

➜ Full name: Alisa Anya Volkov

Name meaning:

Alisa is a Russian name for girls that means "great happiness". It is a Russian version of the classic name Alice.

Anya means "gracious" or "merciful" and is a diminutive of the name Anna.

Volkov: patronymic from the old personal name or nickname Volk from volk 'wolf'. Jewish (eastern Ashkenazic): habitational name from any of the places called Volkovo or Volki now in Belarus which in turn are derived from Russian volk 'wolf'. Wiki .

Nickname(s): Alice

Birth: May 22nd, 1888

Death: March 10th, 1918

Age: 26 (death age of physical body), 30 (age since contracting lycanthropy)

Family:

Dimitri Volkov (Father, MIA - Presumed dead)

Akim & Alexei Volkov (Older brothers - twins, presumed alive but missing)

Anastasia Volkov (Mother, deceased)

Sasha & Sofiya Volkov (Older sisters - twins, deceased)

Friends:

Sean Hampton (Good friends, took her in - inadvertently saving her life.)

Hsiao Shun (Friendly, get along.)

Lady Ashbury (Friends, knows she’s a Lycan.)

Other connections:

Jonathan Emmett Reid (Charge & love interest)

Enemies:

Lycaon of Arcadia (Despised, the man who turned her into a Lycan)

Geoffrey McCullum (Despited, leader of the Priwen, his men hunted her down when she was running away.)

Maker: Lycaon of Arcadia

Born: Kinerma - Karelia, Russia

Citizenship: Russian, Russia

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (male lenient)

Height: 5ft 2in

Weight: 148lbs 67kg

Eye color: Grass Green

Hair color: Brown (Honey blonde)

Species: Lycan, human (previously)

Scars:

CANNON; Across the right side of her neck, extends down to shoulder blades (large, jagged, healed)

CANNON; Inside both wrists, self harm cuts. (varying in sizes, healed)

Body type: Short, skinny, plump in certain places.

Unusual features: None to note.

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OTHER

Affiliation(s): Pack of Arcadia (formerly), Pembroke Hospital (briefly)

Occupation: None

Allies:

Lady Elizabeth Ashbury

Sean Hampton

Jonathan Emmett Reid

Old Bridget

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EARLY LIFE:

A large Russian family of six (now seven) welcomed Alisa Anya Volkov into the world. Her early years were marred by tragedy when, at the age of 26, Lycaon of Arcadia, a beast known as the father of Lycans, killed her mother Anastasia and two older sisters, Sasha and Sofia, in a horrifying attack. Her father, Dimitri Volkov, was scarred by the event's severity and pledged to defend Alisa with a ferocity she would never completely comprehend. Despite her father's efforts to protect her innocence and provide her some measure of serenity, Alisa was frequently reminded of the family she had lost as she grew up.

Dimitri relocated to England in order to give his surviving child a better start and more options. In order to provide Alisa a safe upbringing and a top-notch education, he joined the English army during World War I and fought valiantly. He then assimilated into English society. Alisa developed into a brilliant and kind young woman with an inner strength that reflected her father's tenacity, despite the sadness of her family's tragic past lingering like an unsaid shadow. She adapted to her new life in England, determined to follow her family's legacy and forge her own way in a world eternally altered by tragedy and war, but her Russian heritage remained a source of pride.

Loosing her father and twin older brothers

Alisa found strength in her father, Dimitri Volkov, whose unflinching dedication gave her a feeling of security as they began their new life in England following the tragic loss of her mother and sisters. However, when Dimitri joined the English army to fight in World War I, this tenuous security was once again destroyed. Alisa clung to his letters, each one a lifeline and a pledge that he would return, despite the extended absence caused by the war. However, Dimitri did not return home when the fighting eventually ended and the soldiers started to return. Weeks went by, and every second that went by eroded Alisa's hope. She searched for information, but her father was reported missing and his whereabouts were unknown. Alisa was left to bear the burden of her family's history and the eerie absence of the man who had served as her guardian and mentor. The emptiness that resulted was both cruel and incomprehensible.

Her two elder brothers, Akim and Alexei, also disappeared without a trace, adding to the grief. Her brothers had been her only source of support after her father vanished, so their abrupt departure left Alisa feeling empty. Now that she was genuinely alone, Alisa developed a strong will and was silently haunted but determined to find solutions to the mysteries that had robbed her of her loved ones' memories.

LYCANTHROPY:

But her worst nightmare was not yet over. The very thing that had destroyed her family, Lycaon, abducted her one night and had her undergo the terrifying process of becoming a Lycan. She was physically altered by the event, but the psychological and emotional wounds were the most severe, destroying what was left of her previous existence. Alisa endured in silence, barely retaining her humanity as she was held captive and made to embrace a hideous body she hated. She took advantage of a brief opportunity to depart after months of suffering, making her way through the bleak streets of London until she met Sean Hampton, a kind man. Alisa was given the first genuine sense of protection she had experienced in years when Sean, a devoted man who works to aid the lost and the hurting, took her under his care. As she started to heal, troubled but hopeful that she could take back her life, his friendship and kindness served as a lifeline, stabilizing her broken spirit.

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TRIVIA:

Lycans (colloquially known as Werewolves) have the natural gift to shift their forms into three different appearances, these are: The human (the Lycan’s base appearance, what they look like before transformation and contracting lycanthropy), Timberwolf/Dire wolf (This transformation takes the appearance of a large wolf, typically and often confused for the prehistoric ancestor of wolves), True Vulkod/Volkov (the ‘typical’ appearance of a werewolf as perpetuated by human media.)

What is Lycanthropy? Lycanthropy is a viral infection that can be transmitted from victim to victim by bodily fluids such as semen, vaginal excretion, saliva, tears and blood.

Can Lycans be born? Or are they made? Lycans are typically made not born, if a human infected with lycanthropy were to mate with a human they would infect their partner and unborn child with the disease. There are no known cases of ‘naturally born werewolves’ who transform into humans only the inverse which are humans infected with a virus that allows them to transform into beasts.

Are Lycans ageless? Lycans age at a rate far slower than humans; a Lycan who may physically appear to be twenty-three could very well be a hundred years old. Although, the longest typical recorded age for a Lycan was 202, the first ever created Lycan is rumored to be over several millennia’s old.

Are Lycans mortal? Well typically Lycans age at a rate far slower than humans. They are still very much susceptible to death, infection and injury much like any mortal creature.

What kills a Lycan? Unnaloyed silver, silver gray wormwood, mistletoe, wolfsbane.

Can Lycans mate with humans? What about vampires? Lycans can produce viable offspring with humans but with vampires it’s dependant on the type of subspecies of vampire and what kind of vampirism the recipient suffers from. In most cases no viable offspring can be created as they die in utero. In rare cases offspring can be produced but they are born weak and depending on the level of care can live up to half of the human’s life span or half of either parent’s lifespan.

Can Werewolves (not Lycans) mate with humans? What about vampires? Werewolves can mate with humans and create an offspring, as for vampires see above answer.

What’s the difference between a Lycan and a Werewolf? A Lycan is a human infected with lycanthropy (The power of a human to transform into an animal, such as a wolf. The word comes from the Greek words lykos, meaning “wolf,” and anthrōpos, meaning “human being”.) who can transform into a wolf-man like beast. A werewolf is a sentient and highly intelligent beastial creature who has the ability to transform into a human. In simpler terms it’s would be; one is a human who can turn into a beast (meaning its base form is that of a human) while the other is a beast who can turn into a human (meaning it’s base form is that of a beast).

I still don’t get it, can I get another difference between Lycans and Werewolves? Lycans contract lycanthropy through a viral infection, where as Werewolves are born they cannot be made.

What is a ‘charge’? Though similar to the wiki definition of the word, in the world of Lycans and Werewolves - one can choose a human or vampire to make their charge. A charge is essentially someone who the Lycan or Werewolf chooses to bestow; knowledge of their species to, protect, guide, educate them in all manner of subjects that the Werewolf or Lycan may be versed in, as well as teach them their language and customs.

Vampires need blood to survive, what do Lycans and Werewolves eat to survive? Either species can eat normal human food to survive, though both have a penchant for meat - be that raw or cooked. Lycans unlike their cousins Werewolves - have a special affinity for human flesh - a bleeding human can be a tantalizing target for them to devour or turn.

So, Lycans are also cannibalistic? Yes.

Can Lycans avoid eating humans? That all depends on the will of the Lycan in question.

[lexirambles]

Yo hey more Bounty hunter Kanako! I’ve honestly kinda fell in love with this whole au, accidentally created my own hyperfixation within a hyperfixation. So I’m going to go ramble on more about my favorite traumatized fox child.

I actually got a question from @kanorune about Kanako’s relationship with the feisty five, which also got me thinking about her relationships with everyone else, so imma start with that. To answer your question on what she thinks of Moray, her hatred towards Martlet is much more her being apart of the Royal Guard than her familiar appearence. In fact, foxes are red-green colorblind like dogs, so she wouldn’t even know that Martlet and Undyne look similar. But the similarities between Undyne and Moray are a lot more noticeable, to the point Undertale yellow even mentions the similarities, so Kanako for sure notices. The thing is, the Feisty Five are family to her, she’s an honorary member of the team and is treated as such. So when it comes to Moray, there’s conflicting feelings. She’s known him her entire childhood, he’s her partner just like the rest of the posse, but she can’t stop seeing her in him no matter what she does. So Kanako keeps her distance from Moray more then the others, which definitely upsets the poor guy, those he never says it. He does his best to reach out and be supportive, but there’s moments where he can feel her eyes burn in the back of his neck, and he knows there’s little holding her back from ripping it open. As for the other four, Kanako will never admit it, but she loves being carried around by Ed. Her and Mooch like to do crime together, Kanako distracts while Mooch does Mooch things. Ace finds Kanako to be a worthy card game opponent with a poker face that can rival his own, whenever Kanako finds herself bored while Starlo’s out drinking you’ll probably find her playing rummy with him. Also fun fact, Ace is the one that modified her hat to have the ear holes and bell rope around it!

A dynamic I’ve been really interested in is hers with Dalv. Kanako’s his first and only friend, the one that gave him corn every day under the door. In Undertale yellow, the reason it stopped one day is because she fell down. Here, she simply can’t bring herself to return. The way I’ve enturpreted the blue soul’s treck through the underground, she attacked Kanako which is why Chujin sent Axis after them; partially to protect his family, but mostly for revenge (it seems it runs in the family.) I saw someone propose the idea that the reason Dalv was attacked is that he was protecting Kanako, and I fell in love with it. In my mind, this is cannon, no one can tell me otherwise. Kanako saw him as her best friend, Dalv found her to be an inspiration, and while their bond was sparse and weak, but it was valuable. After both her parents literally bite the dust, their relationship became a reminder to her of her grief and guilt. Dalv almost died and is traumatized because of her, and now her family is dead because of her. She was scared to loose anyone else in her life, so in a desperate attempt to get back control, she cut the ties herself before Dalv had the chance. The farther she was, the safer he’ll be. That’s what a good friend would do, keep their friends safe, right..?

Also, finally came up with a name for Kanako’s bounty hunter persona; Fox Fire! It has a lot of basis and research behind it, so excuse me as I ramble about it for a bit too long.

The name comes from two words, the finish word revontulet, and the Japanese word Kitsunebi, both translating into English as fire fox. A kitsunebi, as the word suggests, has a close connection to kitsunes, the type of monster Ceroba and Kanako are meant to reference. There’s many folktales about kitsunes and kitsuebis. Some stories say a kitsunebi is a flame created when a kitsune rubs its tails together, others say they’re torchlights used when foxes get married, and many festivals have come forth from kitsunebi. Kitsunebi also has a close connection to the Japanese god of foxes, Inari, and the shrine dedicated to her, Oji Inari. Meanwhile in Finland, revontulet is what they call the northern lights, meaning fox fire in English. It comes from a folk tale stating that the Aurora borealis are the tails of arctic foxes running across the sky. Aurora borealises can only form in the north and south poles, thus making it common for the northern lights and the star Polaris, more commonly referred to as the North Star, close together. Not only does the name Fox Fire give Kanako a connection to her family and their liniage as kitsunes, but also gives her a connection to Starlo and his title as North Star as the two astrological sighting happen together. There’s also a simple view of the name too, as Kanako is a fox monster that has fire magic, this Fox Fire, very simple. But actually the fox part of fox fire doesn’t come from the animal, but actually from the word faux, which means false. I nice nod to the fact that Fire Fox isn’t her actual name, and is instead a facade she put on as a form of escapism. Also, something I didn’t plan for, while doing research I found an old Western movie called Foxfire Light, so this name is literally perfect for her in every single way possible. IM A GENIUS!

Ok, enough rambling, I also made Kanako an official design too! A bit different from the headshot I showed before, it was more proof of concept than anything. Had a lot of fun drawing her, love the design, she’s such a sassy lass. I wanted to draw her with a pistol, but because I am an academic student in the thick of the American south, I am very triggered by guns. While I can handle most unrealistic depictions, like in games or drawings, it makes getting references and accurately drawing one very difficult for me. So I went with the much less ptsd enduring much more Busexual approach of ✨finger guns✨ 👉👉👉👉👉👉

I can’t get her hat to look right AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! I’ll make an official ref of her someday, but I’m just done with drawing cowboy hats for today. That’ll be a post for another day. Goodbye for now :P

[bearmemesreviews]

Skylanders Review: Trigger Happy

Oh yes, my first fave. Let's talk about one of the many "subspecies" of Skylanders: The Gremlins. You see, since a major part of the Skylanders are the collectible figures, they would obviously need a way to make manufacturing them easier. So, while each figure is obviously unique in how it's detailed, they will often use a specific body type as templates for multiple figures. Similarly to how Neopets and their alternate forms work. Spyro shares the "Dragon Template" with several other characters, which we'll see soon, but for now we have the "Gremlin Template".

[Image: Trigger Happy is a short Gremlin with a Firey orange and sandy tan color scheme. His body is covered in uniformly orange fur, with the inside of his ears and the entire front of his body/the area acting as his face being tan. He has small stumpy feet and muppety three fingered hands with forearms thicker than the rest of his limbs. He has yellow eyes with black irises, almost always crooked, alongside fur around & in-between his eyes that's orange - making a pattern resembling a domino mask. He is almost always smiling with his comically large tongue hanging out, with teeth that are almost human-like with sharp canines. He wields two large pistols designed to fire gold coins, and in this specific image, he's straddling a golden cartoon missile Dr. Strangelove style.]

With Trigger Happy you'll be able to get what the body type is all about. A neckless and round being, more like the head itself is its entire body, supported by four limbs. There's not many of them, but each one is so unique it really does highlight how you can stretch one body type in so many ways.

Trigger Happy is a mysterious little guy, being the token "crazy loose cannon" as his name would suggest. He simply showed up one day, explicitly role playing as a western hero type, and protected frontier towns from bandits with custom-made guns that used coins as ammo. He's a Tech Skylander, as being an engineering savant is basically second nature to all fictional Gremlins, and he can even bring out a Coin Gatling gun as a special move.

He has a high pitch, kinda grating, voice; but in early Skylanders trailers he has an accent that sounded like an incomprehensible mix of Spaniard and Frenchman - almost like he's a Team Fortress 2 character.

In fact, doesn't that game have its own...

Anyway, I love these reviews because it really does highlight why I love my favorites. Trigger has a simple design, but making one of your playable characters marketed towards children a gremlin packing heat is just instantly hilarious. And it's only today, as I'm writing this, that I realize that the pattern of fur on his face is meant to resemble a domino mask. That really ties together his "Goldslinger aesthetic," though I still think he needed a ten-gallon hat.

Alternates: I don't know if I'll talk about all the recolors and occasional redesigns some Skylanders get, but I feel like I should tell you guys that Tigger Appy gets to wear an Evel Knievel Daredevil's costume for Superchargers, the game where the Skylanders get to Mario Kart with Bowser and Donkey Kong. Both he and the other two I reviewed by now have another-other form, but they're so weird we'll have to review those things by themselves down the road.

We'll get to Gimmicks once we get to Giants.

Trigger Happy is a fun exploration of his trope, and it's nice to know that the Skylanders team had bangers right out the gate considering he's one of the first few original Skylanders designed after the beta five.

Motto: "No Gold, No Glory." - Great Catchphrase, even if it's very obvious that it doesn't apply to him specifically. His lore outright states that the townsfolk that he saves get rich from the amount of gold coins his battles leave behind. I think that concept applies to the NPCs of Mario and Sonic games too, considering those two mascots become ATM machines whenever they walk into anything with a sharp corner.

The same thing happens to babies by the way. 4/5.

Trigger Happy gets 5 Chompies. The first of my personal roster.

Those cowards couldn't even be bothered to arm this child.

[daily-rayless]

Asch, for the character rant meme ❤️

Oh, absolutely.

Favorite thing about him:

This feels very hard to narrow down. I like the arc of his story. I like how he both mirrors and contrasts Luke. I like that he's dark and often in the wrong. I like that he's soft and wants to come across as cold and rational, but is fundamentally incapable of burying his feelings. I like that he's a loose cannon who sometimes makes mistakes, but then also comes at his enemies from a direction they never saw coming. I love the character growth we get in things like Tales of the Rays, which show him warming up to Luke and becoming happier and his whole personality expanding into something more mature. I always like long implausibly red hair. But I think what really draws me to his character is the tension between him being angry and depressed and disengaged, but still an idealist. He has the potential for heroism, and he never succeeds in killing it -- arguably, he never even wants to kill it. He might think of himself as worthless, and he might say awful things to his loved ones, and he might frown all the way through it, but he keeps doing what he thinks is the right thing. Not the right thing for himself, the right thing.

Least favorite thing about him:

I think there's a reason Abyss adaptations keeping cutting out the scene where Asch controls Luke's body in order to make him attack Tear. Yes, it's a dramatic scene, but when you look at the rest of Asch's personality, it feels jarringly sadistic.

Favorite line:

I'll go with Asch's closing line during Natalia's escape from Baticul: "Luke! One mistake and I will kill you." First off, he does it while standing over an evil general he's just struck down for the sake of his people, check him out, he would actually be a decent royal. Secondly, look at him revealing his love for Natalia, right then and there, in front of a crowd of witnesses. A lot of his lines in that scene do that, and it's great -- a rare moment of Asch being emotionally honest. And tied in with that, he unthinkingly, seriously calls Luke "Luke" -- not replica, but using their shared name. Yes, he's threatening to kill him, but he's not only trusting Luke with his most precious person (Natalia), he's using his own name for Luke -- I feel like, in that moment, Asch trusts and respects Luke in a way he usually doesn't allow himself to -- he finds reasons not to. This is the real Asch in this moment, and this is what his relationship with Luke could really be.

brOTP:

Ginji! I feel like Asch and Ginji seriously bond over the course of the game. Asch doesn't often express it (of course), but by the end of the game, I think they're as close as Luke is to any of his party members. I see Ginji as having a softer, more emotionally open personality, but he's also thick-skinned enough not to take Asch's angry posturing too seriously; he sees past Asch's pretenses to the real him, and I imagine he misses him terribly and has a lot of regrets after the game.

OTP:

Asch and Natalia, it's always Asch and Natalia. I remember my first time playing Abyss, being in Ortion cavern when Natalia thanked Asch for protecting her from the boss monster, and Asch very coldly brushed her off. And my brain just went, Oh wait, hold on...? Does he still...? Is it not just her? Are they both...? And then a few minutes later there was an earthquake and he protectively grabbed her and I haven't looked back once.

nOTP:

This is sort of a yes and no. No, there are no (major) Asch ships that I consider so out there that I can't believe anyone would ship it. (I had to add the "major" because maybe out there there's someone who ships AschMieu.) But at the same time, while I acknowledge that Asch and Natalia can have very interesting ships with other characters, I love them so much together that I tend to never even entertain the possibility. I think for me, one of the most significant things that bothers me in an AschNot-Natalia ship is when writers use it to denigrate Natalia's character. Write her off as unimportant, or even unlikable to Asch. By all means, pair him with someone else, but I don't think you can believably write him as not caring at all about Natalia and finding her awful.

Random headcanon:

He (and Luke) are naturally very musically gifted. Asch is particularly good at the piano and used to play it for his mother when he was a child.

Unpopular opinion:

Hm, I think there are potentially some controversial takes with Asch. I think some fanwriters sometimes err too far on the side of making Asch cool and composed and mature, always in control and aloof compared to the more emotional Luke. This makes him very suave and alpha and unflappable, a bit more of a conventional brooding hero. That's not really the Asch I see. To me, Asch is overflowing with emotions and often not good at hiding it. There's footage of the stage play rehearsals showing their Asch actor releasing a primal scream, and I don't know why he's doing that, but whatever his reasons, that feels closer to Asch.

Song I associate with them:

Something edgy and forceful would be right, but let's go with his softer side and say "Lonely Lullaby" by Owl City. It's always made me think of Asch, and all through writing The Stars Are Fire, I had my eye out for an opportunity for Asch to sing Natalia to sleep -- never happened though.

Favorite picture of them:

Excuse me, let me go search my files.

Okay, I limited this to art that's just of Asch, no one else, and while a lot of his official art is unintentionally hilarious (I have a dedicated tag), I've always liked this shot from the anime:

Hair is down, he's super moody, and having him leap onto the side of the moving Tartarus is a much more dynamic way to end the scene than in the original game.

Thanks for the ask! I always love talking about Asch.

Meme taken from here.

[crossroadsdimension]

I’m still chomping at the bit about Wolfwood and the experiments he lived through. They didn’t have to make him special, but they did, and honestly it makes sense. Someone has to be ridiculously enhanced to keep up with Vash, and making it so that you’re really well-adapted to the serum makes sense.

It also helps increase the differences between Wolfwood and someone like Rollo, who also went through the serum enhancements, but only came out feeling hate towards Vash. He was barely intelligent, only knowing to scream Vash’s name as he charged headlong into fights in order to kill his target.

Wolfwood is still himself. He can still think and act under his own power, and that makes him an asset and a loose cannon for the Eye of Michael. It means he can logic himself into a position where he can just turn around and attack his bosses...so long as Legato isn’t there to put him back in line. (Love that Wolfwood is feral enough to name-call Legato, btw. I would love to see more of it.)

Considering Wolfwood’s position in comparison to Livio’s, then...we haven’t seen Livio offer much in terms of personality yet, other than his singular line: “I want to catch up.” If he’s seemingly able to heal without taking in more of the serum, then either Livio responded even better than Wolfwood did, or there’s something else going on.

There could be a lot going on under the surface with Livio, actually.

(Trigun (Maximum) Manga spoilers below)

I’ve seen some people getting agitated at the idea that Livio might no longer have Razlo with him, or that their situation is going to be different from what it is in the manga.

Considering that Stampede is more closely following the manga in terms of its fast pace and the backstories of certain characters (like Wolfwood, as we saw this week), I don’t think there’s going to be much to worry about.

We didn’t see Livio doing a lot of talking this week. He seems quiet, focused, and controlled. He only had one line during the entire episode.

And the preview for next week’s episode only shows Livio from the side that doesn’t have the mask over his face. And considering how the mask was sparking at the end of the episode today....

...well, I don’t think we’re going to have to wait long for Razlo to make an appearance. Especially if the Eye of Michael is using the weird-looking mask and the serum to suppress them both.

That’s my theory, at least. It definitely doesn’t look like a normal mask, with the way it’s glowing, and if Livio is following in Wolfwood’s footsteps, then I find it very likely that Livio -- or, at the very least, Razlo -- decided to be just as much of a loose cannon as Wolfwood is. (Or, the Eye of Michael decided they didn’t want to risk finding out if LR is a loose cannon) So the mask is being used to keep the personalities suppressed...and when it breaks...

Well, fighting the guy who just gets right back up again is suddenly going to get a whole lot harder. Especially if it turns out that he’s healing under the suit because he’s got a mechanical apparatus under there like how Rollo did.

[fear-tear]

Sonic Lost World if SEGA hired a proof-reader (FINALE)

PART 9: https://fear-tear.tumblr.com/post/705465978137526272/sonic-lost-world-if-sega-hired-a-proof-reader

So, Sonic defeats the Zeti who disappear in a puff of smoke. They’re not dead, just “dormant”. The ambiguity of their situation can be resolved with additional lines of dialogue during gameplay.

Right now, let’s focus on the main plot. It’s flashback time!

(”I said YO myself”? Jeez, I do need my own proof-reader) This way I also give Zomom a reason to leave behind a perfectly edible sandwich.

Please notice how Tails’ gestures perfectly match with the new dialogue. The explanation of why he discarded his arm cannon (and the rest of the robot suit) fits smoothly if I do say so myself.

^Keep this line in mind for later.^

Another flashback time, and it make sense that both Tails and Eggman explain how they did save themselves, in the same cutscene.

Eggman is a magnificent, ungrateful madman and I love it.

Sonic’s comeback is still kinda weak, but at least it makes sense now (A face can’t be conquered, but it can be rearranged)

Now, I’m going to cheat a little and add three voice-overs dialogue within the final boss fight, one for each phase.

In case you’re wondering how this narrative can work along with the gameplay... well, it does! At the end of the boss fight, the Eggrobo DOESN’T explode, instead it just drops motionless on the ground while Eggman is ethrown away from the cockpit. In a sense, Sonic DID learn his lesson about taking things slowly and not smashing everything on sight.

And now, let’s wrap up the last loose end.

I don’t care if the cheesyness is off the charts, with a smile like that Tails can only say one thing and that’s that.

Remember the line I told you to keep in mind? Well, time for Sonic to perform the most savage Ironic Echo.

As the world goes back to normal, everyone celebrates. To better convay this, the Radio Speaker will make another brief cameo.

TITLE DROP, ROLL CREDITS.

No but seriously, “Sonic Lost World” can both mean the Lost Hex AND Sonic’s world. And it’s only fitting that Sonic wants nothing more than settling down and take a nap after such an adventure.

The post-credit scene with Eggman & co. is okay, no need for changes.

...AND HERE IT IS! Sonic Lost World, if SEGA bothered at least 5% more than they did.

I sincerely thank all of you who apprecieted this little experiment. If you feel like it, let me know what was your favourite change or even if you had a different idea in mind.

Thanks again, and bye! :)

[macawritesupdates]

AAAA all of today's chapters have been so good! Girl yuuji was adorable although I truly pity her for how many bras she's going to lose 😅 those things really can be expensive and finding a nice comfy one that fits just right can be a chore. Praying she finds some way to get Sukuna to pay her back or something. Oh man she's going to need to invest in something to cover herself after a Sukuna incident huh it's a little less socially acceptable for a girl to be running around shirtless after all. I wonder how the good will event would go in this au, would todo still ask her about her type? I'm not sure which is funnier todo getting a crush because she's a girl or todo declaring her his sister.

I loved evil queen Sukuna and her little guy so so much ahhh they're the best. I think this is my favorite chapter so far honestly. I love Sukuna trying to be good even if she wants to wipe out her enemies. Yuuji king of nonviolent conflict resolution, let him solve problems through open communication. He's so good at connecting with others even in cannon he gets people who previously wanted him dead onto his side and he's way way better at teamwork than most sorcerers. He's a badass fighter no doubt about it, but when he can he'll talk things through. I love that Sukuna's attempts to be good end up giving yuuji lots of freedom to make his own choices in another court he would probably be given strict clear orders but since Sukuna doesn't want to scare him off and isn't used to making kind choices she has to give him very broad orders and let him loose. Man it works out great for Yuuji and the kingdom he must be so popular there since he showed up the royal murder rate is down 95% absolutely incredible. Used to be if you caused problems the queen would show up and take you out nowadays odds are her loyal knight will show up and talk with you until you find a reasonable solution, you'll still get punched if you're a dick or something but you'll probably survive. Forget Sukuna not letting Yuuji leave the whole kingdom would probably fight to keep him. Imagine some other knight showing up to challenge him and not making it withing fifty feet of the castle before some random baker takes him out with a rolling pin, life is good with their white knight and they're not losing him. It's good for Sukuna too she doesn't have to be alone anymore. Loved the image of her sitting high on her throne with her wine all alone. I could really just go on and on about this one it just hit different. I really enjoyed it.

As for the mafia boss chapter that was hilarious 😂 my god Yuuji baby please you make me wonder how have you managed to live this long. It was beautiful. Did you ever read Amelia bedelia growing up because that's the whole vibe I've got in my head for Yuuji's time as a live in maid, pure comedic chaos. Man I hope they fall in love and get married and Sukuna never stops teasing Yuuji about their first meeting.

Yeah, poor Yuuji is not going to have a good time finding good bras and live in fear of Sukuna ruining them XD Probably goes to missions without wearing the nice ones just to save them that fate XD I can see the Todo point being funny both ways though hehe! Someone has already requested a sequel to that one, so will have to see what happens! The queen one was actually one I had to sit on for a while as I was struggling with how to put it all together and make sure I hit the big points, but I'm glad people have enjoyed it so much! It leaves room for a lot of shenanigans for sure! The mafia boss one, on the other hand, hit me like a bus while I was driving home and I ran inside to write it out quickly before I forgot because the idea had me laughing so much <3 Glad you enjoyed the shorts!