#i would love to see them all go on a vanquish together

[bunnyluvx]

hii could you write castlevania nocturne alucard x fem!reader💗maybe the reader is a vampire or speaker/witch

enchant me, lover. ♡

featuring: adrian fahrenheit ţepeş / alucard x f! vampire, speaker & witch! reader.

summary: you're stargazing with your husband, and he doesn't get the chance to wish on a shooting star. you know just what will cheer him up.

warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. i made the line dividers, so please don't use them. | support divider: @cafekitsune | wc: 2.3k | ao3

tags: fluff | hurt/comfort | domestic fluff | one-shot | stargazing | established marriage

a/n: i'll do you one better, friend, and combine ALL OF THEM!! >:D i'm trying to make my way through my requests, so there will be lots of castlevania stuff for awhile! this is set a couple of years before adrian left to track sekhmet. i hope that i did you justice, anon, and please enjoy, dear friends!!

date started: 7:08PM, february 16th, 2025. date finished: 8:45PM, february 25th, 2025.

The moon cloaks itself amidst the twilight to leave room for the stars to illuminate the sky. Thousands gather closely together to observe the night's events, and whisper gossip that the breeze tells them. A castle, tall enough to hold the heavens and older than most museums, resides within the forest. Its worn stone enjoys the scenery's tranquility, and the surrounding wildlife serves as a reminder of its reason for standing.

There are two occupants in this castle; The legendary Alucard, A.K.A Adrian Țepeș, and you, his lovely wife. You have been married for almost two-hundred years, and there is nothing that you would change about the life that you have built together. You both enjoy travel, so the adventures that you go on together are eternally endless. Adrian has solidified himself into your soul, and he is part of you that you never wish to do without. In moments where you felt like you couldn't go on, his face came to mind and you remembered just how strong you are.

Adrian knows that the connection that you share will last far beyond the relevance of your immortal lives. Not even at the chance of death will your love's resilience waver, for it is a force stronger than any enemy that you have vanquished together. If you were not in his life, then he would not laugh, smile, ponder or explore as much as he has in your company. Adrian Țepeș is not a man who fears much, but the idea that plagues his mind into restlessness is how much darker his world would be without you in it. Imagining a reality where he lives without your rants about all of the things that he wouldn't think twice about, paired with its angelic echo chanting off of the walls of your home would send him into madness, if not for the comfort of your body lying asleep by his side in your shared bed.

Every day that you spend together is a day that you both cherish, and today has felt particularly special. From dawn 'til dusk, you walked through the forest and discovered things that you hadn't noticed before; The different flowers blooming within the grass or unfamiliar streams, for instance. You have lived in this area for some time now, yet when journeying with Adrian, all sorts of new encounters appeared. It was very fulfilling to wander out with him to see what awaited you.

Now, your exciting day has come to a close, and both of you agreed that the best way to wind down before bed was to stargaze together. You stand on one of many bridges of the palace, your hands resting on the cold stone railing while your eyes sparkle just as brightly as the stars you stare at. Adrian stands not far behind you, a smile gracing his pale lips as he admires the great darkness above. Every once in awhile, he will look back at you and treasure the warmth that pools within his chest. Your joy while looking up at the stars is more beautiful than any twinkling light in the sky, and if he spent his night watching you like this instead, then he would be just as content.

Occasionally, you'll point out an exceptionally bright star, or a constellation, and Adrian's eyes will follow where you lead them. You'll tell about the story behind how the constellation was named, and anything else that comes to mind in relation. Being born into a group of Speakers has left a lot of room for you to acquire all sorts of knowledge about a variety of different subjects, and at one point in your life, you found yourself very fascinated with everything related to space. As a result, you did a lot of research on the subject so that you could share it with your family, and anyone crossing your path willing to listen.

Both of Adrian's parents were people of science, so he gathered quite the bounty of information himself, but he would always make an effort to listen to you. No matter how many times you repeat the same tales and facts, he will nod along and asks questions as if it's the first time, just to prompt your endless, passionate rambles. Gaining the opportunity to share your wisdom grants you an ethereal, excitable glow that he will gladly blind himself with, if it means that the last thing he ever sees is your smiling face.

A comforting quiet lingers in the air while you both gaze up at the stars, cherishing the night's delightful weather that provides you the freedom to enjoy this moment together. Sky's stillness suddenly dispels when a star swiftly descends from the shadows, and immediately, it catches Adrian's attention. A blissful, child-like smile graces his lips as he takes a step forward, then points above while announcing, "Look, a shooting star!"

Instantly, your head whips into the direction where Adrian's finger follows, and you see it. Fortunately, before it leaves your view, you are able to make a wish. Many would see it as silly for an over three-hundred year-old vampire to believe in wishing on stars, for you have lived long enough to know that not all myths are true. Regardless, you like the hopefulness that the idea brings; That someone, somewhere is listening, with the goal of helping you achieve your dreams.

Wherever this comet is going, it's in a hurry, for it's leaving as quickly as it came. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath, thinking about what you want most in the world. When you open them, you release the wind trapped inside your throat at the realization that the shooting star has disappeared over the horizon. Disappointment dwells in your heart and on your shoulders briefly before you spin around to look at your husband, whose arm has lowered. His face illuminates with a gentle joy as he gazes into the distance, a display that lightens your disheartenment and replaces it with bliss.

Long ago, you swore that you would commit all of Adrian's smiles to memory, so you take this time to do just that. The radiant expression that he wears is one of wonder, faith and longing, as if he wishes to chase that star to the ends of the Earth. You think that he looks so adorable like this, and you would hate for him to stop, but you become curious as to if he made a wish too, so you ask him, "Did you make a wish, Adrian?"

Blinking out of his awestruck state, golden eyes meet yours. You are so glad that during all of this time, the color of Adrian's eyes never changed. You think that it gives him individuality, and they remind you that through every hardship, you will always have someone at your side to endure it with. Sunshine dims into a soft sadness, which rawly clenches at your heart. Adrian's eyes glance to the ground, a frown on his face while he admits, "Oh, no. I didn't get the chance to."

The vessel which keeps you standing feels like it is being brutally mauled through at this response. Now, Adrian gazes out into the sky with furrowed brows, and your own face falls as his does. While he is skeptical about the idea of wishing on stars, he does find it fun to do sometimes. It didn't even come to mind when he saw it passing by, and seeing just how disappointed he is hurts more than any wound you could ever receive.

You use your quick-thinking skills to come up with something to cheer the dhampir up, when it hits you. You have been studying human magics for one-hundred years, and while you are quite skilled, you do not practice enough to fully achieve your true potential. Typically, you only use your magic on occasion when you're bored to make fun shapes, or when you're in combat with no other choice, but this is just as vital- no, even more-so. This is more dire than any foe that you have vanquished, more monstrous than any beast you have slain; Your sweet husband is sad, and as his wife, you want to make him feel better!

So, you cup your palms together and hold them out in front of you. Adrian notices the shift of your body, and turns to watch as you close your eyes. You focus on your desire, and think about the way that a star feels. You feel a tickling sensation spring its way up your back, as if stardust brushes your skin. Slipping into a deep state of concentration, you reflect on your early studies of magic when a yellow spark erupts into your hands. Adrian watches with fascination while the spark begins to brighten; It begins to take shape, until a thin, golden diamond glows in your grasp.

Adrian is completely blown away by your demonstration, his mouth hung open and eyes gawking widely at what you've just created. You open your eyes and smile at the dumbfounded look on your husband's face, giggling. "Make a wish, Adrian."

Realistically, you both know that this isn't what a star looks like, but that doesn't matter to your man. What matters to him is that it's yours, and it's perfect. For a moment, Adrian is silent, too bewildered by your manifestation to summon his voice. He knows that you are a very talented magician, and he has seen your capabilities at their finest. The fact that you have forged something so precious just to make him happy deeply touches Adrian. A smile adorns the man's face once more, eyes holding a love that is reserved only for you. He reaches a hand over to the side of your face to allow gloved fingers to graze your skin while he leans forward, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You watch as he melts before you, your smile growing wider when seeing that he's happy again. Unexpectedly, he gives you a kiss, and this makes you feel even better. Adrian's lips have a very dastardly power to make you weak; One brush of them, and you feel like you could faint on the spot. His lips are soft, and he tastes of the most captivating spell. You would have dropped the illusion and wrapped your arms around him to properly relay your passion, if you didn't know how meaningful this was to him. Heat crawls its way into your cheeks, and your shoulders have hiked up from surprise, but they slowly lower themselves as you allow your body to relax. You return his kiss and tilt your head slightly to enhance the experience for both of you, and you stand like this for a moment to cherish how perfectly your lips mold together.

Albeit regrettably, Adrian is the one to back away. The sun of his eyes shines brightly with admiration, and the smile on his lips is tender. "I don't need to," He murmurs sweetly.

Seeing this look on the dhampir's face is everything that you could want out of tonight. You have shared a wonderful day together, but this has been the best part of it by far. A crooked grin curls its way your lips, and you give him a knowing look when you decide to tease him, "If you say it's because you have everything you could wish for right here, I'm going to hit you."

Adrian's posture straightens as he throws his head back to laugh. Light blooms within your chest at the sound, one that you would listen to every hour for all of your days if given the chance. Tilting his head upright, he meets your eyes and responds, "Alright, I hear you." Then, he leans over to examine the star in your hands more closely, asking, "Could we save it?" Your husband aligns himself upright again, reuniting your gaze to his while adding, "For my next wish."

You smile at the man, head slightly tilted while fondly gazing at him. Any request of his is one you will gladly satisfy, so you tell him, "I think I can do that."

The look on your face causes Adrian to soften, his shoulders noticeably relaxing a bit more at the sight. "Good." He then turns so that his side faces you, and offers an arm for you to take. "Shall we head to bed now?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and press your lips together harshly, charging all of your energy into the little splendor in your hands before hopping up. With your little bounce, the star shoots up into the sky, stardust hot on its trail, before it lowers down to settle itself floating slightly above you and Adrian. The dhampir turns around to recognize what you've done, that same stupefied expression on his face. You see it and laugh, an arm coming over your stomach as you take a step back and point at him. You gather yourself shortly after, and brush away any lingering dust on your clothes before you turn to face where Adrian is to take his arm. "Let's go."

It's only when you make contact with him that your husband comes out of his shock, his face relaxing when seeing yours and a smile decorating his lips. "As you wish."

With that, you head into the castle to begin your nightly routine. The star you created twirls around you both the entire way, and you laugh at mystical friend's enthusiasm. Love has brought you two a long way, and you guarantee that it will take you even farther. In every life, you know that Adrian would do anything to make you happy, and he knows that you would do the same.

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[imaginariumwanderer]

Any thoughts on the headcanon that the beasts aren't friends and that shadow milk is simply lying? Having been friends in the past but the friendship fading with time and their descent into beside.

On a personal level, I find the premise of the Beasts staying besties despite millennia of mind shattering-corruption to be ripe with comedic potential.

But if we were to look at canon, I would say here's not enough information for us to confirm anything.

Aside from a very brief mention here, Mystic Flour and Burning Spice so far have made no further remarks or references to the other Beasts. I suppose with the way she worded it, we can assume they're at least still working together.

Going back to Shadow Milk though, why, he is indeed acting quite "sweet" to the other Beasts. We see him both hype them up and refer to them as "friends" pretty consistently throughout "theater of lies" and "vanquisher of darkness"

Most of the time Shadow Milk's mocking and sarcasm can be taken pretty straightforwardly, and when genuine praise does come from him it's only cuz the target-of-praise is doing him a favor (i.e Dark Enchantress) In all of this we have to consider as to why he would play up the facade of friendship, if it were a facade in the first place. Was he acting that way to keep the other Beasts' guard down until the eventual rug-pulling? Maybe he's playing up their alliance as intimidate our heroes?

It's fun to speculate what's going on in that messed up noggins of his. It's also quite fun to think about the Beasts as group considering their parallel with the Ancients. Unlike the Ancients who formed their bond by choice, the Beasts were created and is stuck together since birth in a sense (the same can apply to their Souljam/power) And unlike the Ancients who all share the same goals of protecting their loved ones etc the Beasts' goals so far is shown to be different and may even conflicts with one another, like Mystic Flour's wish to return everything to flour would no doubt get in the way of the "empire of lies" Shadow Milk mentioned once. Would the other Beasts be exempt from Flour's Apathy or Spice's Destruction?

I hope one day we'll get some on-screen interactions soon, like what the writers did with the Ancients in Odyssey.

[noirandchocolate]

It's my birthday and I made a promise to myself to not do any work on my day off and to make a Yiga Headcanon Post for the first time in a long time, so... Well you see since it is my birthday, and this is my very favorite subject at the moment, and I feel like doing a cute topic, here are some...

Banana Bread Relationship Headcanons!

My Kohga and Sooga didn't get together romantically until after the Calamity was vanquished. Sooga survived the encounter with the four Blights by the skin of his teeth (a subject for a different post, so I can stay on topic), made it back to Karusa Valley (greatly assisted along the way) shortly after Calamity Ganon was beaten, was helped along massively in the healing process by a visit from Mipha, and... Was incredibly surprised when, once he'd recovered enough to be out of bed and walking around, his Master invited him to his quarters and asked if he wanted to be partners.

But let me back up a bit! More than a bit, really. I'm not going to go into detail here about Sooga's entire backstory outside and within the Yiga Clan, but one important thing to know for this topic is that by the point Kohga asked his question, Sooga had been infatuated with him for about ten years. Ten. Years. Since he'd become a Blademaster at age 20. He'd been working for years already to train and hone himself for the position, to pay the Master back for his life, but at his induction ceremony, he saw Kohga in the lantern-light, standing above him and conferring such an honor upon him, and... To call it a crush would be to belittle it, because it was not a little "oooh the Master is so handsome teehee~" kind of thing at all. You've seen the depths of this man's devotion right in canon, and his determination to serve Kohga. Well after that ceremony, there was also an attraction element mixed in with that. Which Sooga knew he had to just push down, no matter how the years went on and he grew to a more appropriate age and progressed through the ranks and distinguished himself. Because the great Master Kohga would never see him, just Sooga, as anything but a skilled and useful sword, at best. Right?

Meanwhile Kohga...I've alluded only obliquely to the fact that Kohga had a couple prior romances under his belt, but now I'll tell you that these were half his lifetime ago. In his 20s. Both ending in death. In particular, the second of these, a woman named Noor, was Kohga's partner from the summer after he became Master at 25, to the autumn of the next year. And she was killed by monsters out on a scouting mission Kohga sent her on. Because he's the Master, and he sends people on missions. And oh, that hurt Kohga deeply. He knew, of course, that as Master, this general kind of thing would happen. It hurts whenever any member of the Clan dies "on his watch." He cares about all of them--every single person in the greater family that is his Clan. But having just lost both his parents (and his first love, who had also been his best friend) very soon before this, Kohga was devastated by Noor's death. And it caused him to lock up that part of his heart--the part that wanted very much to fall in love romantically--for many, many years. Behind layers of flirtation and one night stands he carefully made sure would stay that way, behind walls he didn't let anyone past. Oh, he was still the cheerful, morale-boosting Master. In fact, he grew into that role quite well over the following two decades, and it's genuine! Just because he'd decided not to ever let himself have romance again doesn't mean he wasn't happy (and I mean that, I'm not trying to be sarcastic)! But I tell you about this so that you know. That when Sooga took over as Kohga's Right Hand a few years before the Calamity, Kohga was NOT looking for love. There was no way that would ever happen for him again. Right?

But it was when Kohga and Sooga started spending more time together as Master and Right Hand that Kohga came to actually really like the guy, like in a friendly sort of way. They really hadn't spoken much before that (which was Sooga's doing--he wanted to protect the Chief as a Blademaster, certainly, but...there was that whole "I'm not worthy" Thing coupled with the fact that Sooga...is a very socially anxious fellow), and Kohga was enjoying getting to know this big strong strapping stoic guy. Even making him laugh sometimes! ((Oh wow, those aren't butterflies in your stomach when that happens, are they Kohga? No, of course not. You're just being yourself, you like it when people laugh at your funny remarks. You're very funny! Nothing is happening here.)) And Kohga came to rely so much more on specifically Sooga as a second in command and gallant protector, while Sooga quietly and invisibly self-immolated from the inside out at the thought that he and the Master were getting along. That they were...becoming friends? No, surely not. The Master already had so many long-time friends. Sooga couldn't compare--wouldn't dare try to put himself in any sort of informal position with Master Kohga! No, his shameful wishes for companionship had to stay in his head. The Master was just being nice. The Master is nice to practically everybody. Nothing is happening here.

So let me put all this rambling in tl;dr form: Sooga knew he was in love, but never would have shown it in any way that wasn't simply Doing His Job As Right Hand. Kohga was starting to fall for Sooga but had conditioned himself not to notice this due to trauma. Sooga was the pining/repressing dork, Kohga was the denying/oblivious dork.

Kohga says that the way he knew he had romantic feelings for Sooga was because running away from his Right Hand and leaving him to certain death made it feel like his heart, already raging and torn from losing so many of his Clan-mates to Astor's betrayal just hours earlier, had been completely destroyed. Just like with Noor. Sooga had been his Right Hand. His to order. And Sooga was going to die protecting The Master. Kohga realized there had still been a little bit of his pushed-down heart that hoped, one day, to find a partner, and that it had been snuffed out. He finally realized. His fanfic-trope 'oh' moment was that he thought Sooga was dead, and that they'd never even had a chance. And then he got on with working his very hardest to save the rest of the Clan, with his alliance with Zelda and his fight against the Calamity. He mourned Sooga along with the others, and was never going to tell anyone what he'd felt.

But then Sooga came back. Sooga lived.

And it turned out Kohga did have a chance.

And he decided--vowed--not to let it pass him by.

Anyway that's their relationship's "backstory," you could say. Next I shall say...

That although Sooga definitely was in Devoted Right Hand Love with Kohga, and although Kohga was letting himself relearn how to be in love with anyone at all but specifically Sooga, and although they are now married and incredibly adorable together, they have faced some psychological roadblocks in getting to the point they're at now.

On Sooga's side, it's the whole I'm Not Worthy Thing. He was so sure that Kohga couldn't possibly really have feelings for him--not that he'd ever accuse Kohga of lying to him!!!!! Sooga had Kohga on a pedestal. As the person who saved his life and gave him a new one. As The Stupendous Chief of the Yiga Clan Master Kohga. So it took him some time, at the start of their courtship, to a) let himself to think of Kohga as a man and truly a partner he's allowed to care for, not only a Master to be served faithfully; b) allow himself to believe that Kohga really wanted him; and c) let himself ever relax and stop trying to Get a Good Grade in Boyfriend instead of being himself. This manifested as a whole bunch of awkwardness. Thinking way too hard about whether it was okay to reach for Kohga's hand because what if it's not the right time or what if Kohga doesn't want him to or what if somebody sees and thinks "ew, what would the awesome and amazing Master Kohga be doing with Sooga? Sooga doesn't deserve him"??? Going mute when Kohga flirted with him because he has difficulty enough choosing words sometimes and didn't want to Say Something Wrong. Refusing to stay overnight with Kohga after sex because he certainly wouldn't want to disrupt his Master by getting up for training drills at dawn. Etc etc. Sooga really had to try to get over this. But he has.

On Kohga's side, it's both his past trauma surrounding losing loved ones (having to accept that loving someone is putting your heart at risk for loss and then doing it anyway), and... Well, a nagging fear that Sooga saw him only as The Master and not as himself (are you seeing the mirror images here?). Kohga doesn't have the same Not Worthy issues as Sooga. Man's got a massive ego and loves himself to pieces. So it wasn't a lack of confidence generally, but more him just really needing reassurance that he wasn't forcing Sooga into a relationship purely by dint of being The Master. That Sooga wasn't just going along with his outing ideas or having sex because Sooga never disobeys. That Sooga really wanted him. The man he is behind the mask, the man he is behind closed doors, the man he is in his heart, not his title. That. This was something he kept mostly to himself, manifesting only as occasional testiness/frustration when Sooga would hesitate too long or not just say what he wanted instead of what he thought Kohga would want to hear.

And on both sides, well...there was the Banana. You know the one. The thing is, Sooga had hinged his whole life's purpose on that banana. And Kohga...didn't remember it. All right, he remembered giving a ragged-looking child a banana and bringing him back to the Valley and handing him off to his then-Right Hand Chisao to join the Clan. He didn't remember that was Sooga, until Sooga reminded him while convalescing (a few days before Kohga asked for their partnership). This was for several reasons, ranging from "Sooga doesn't look like that kid--not only is he huge now, Kohga hadn't seen his true face literally since that one first meeting" to "Sooga tried his very best to stay away from Master Kohga and not be noticed in any more than a passing capacity until he'd a) gotten his mask/learned to disguise himself AND b) trained with blades and magic enough that he could start Blademaster training and maybe just maybe eventually pay Kohga back. For the Banana." And the fact of The Banana kinda fueled both their hangups about the relationship. For Sooga, it was because he was still trying to chase after Being Good Enough to have received the blessing that the Banana symbolized. For Kohga, it was because he had to wonder if Sooga was still just trying to pay off a debt. For Sooga, it was a bit of "how could you forget this thing that was so important to me? (But also thank the ancestors you did, I’m glad you don’t think of me as that sad child.)” For Kohga, it was "how did you not know I was joking? even after all this time? why would you try to die for me over a stinking banana???"

Yes they were a little at cross-purposes and misunderstanding each other at the start, despite their mutual attraction and genuine desire to be partners.

But Kohga really wanted Sooga, and let Sooga know that with all kinds of encouragement, and compliments, and touches, and gifts, and giving him space to find his words, and just all around sappiness and doting (and really great lovemaking). And Sooga really wanted Kohga, and let Kohga know that with quiet moments, and making time for him, and opening up, and heartfelt words, and an all-around change from rigid diligence to honest trust and warmth with him (...and really great lovemaking lol). They talked these things out, eventually, sharing their past hardships and stories and over time, coming to feel comfortable sharing all their thoughts and feelings about each other openly. And so now! They are both very confident in their bond! And they are one of those unstoppable power couples that's actually good at communicating and ridiculously hot together!

AND NOW FOR SOME REALLY CUTE AND SWEET STUFF!!

Their first little "date" involved Kohga helping the still-strength-recovering Sooga with his desert gardening and an errand for the Clan's head apothecary (I've mentioned before that Sooga did chores for the apothecaries as a child and has planted a bunch of cacti and succulents in a sort of natural garden). Koh got Sooga talking about plants while they trotted around watering things and moving Miss Kira's herb pots around, and ended up hanging on every word <3. Because Sooga was actually being casual and chatting. And Sooga enjoyed it too, because Kohga was taking an interest in him and helping with his task (without his having had to ask--he was still feeling pretty weak but did not want to show weakness in front of Kohga at that stage).

Their first kiss was a week into their partnership. Kohga was being stupid in his head about Does Sooga Actually Like Me because they hadn't kissed yet, and was kind of cringe about asking for it. And then he spontaneously combusted when Sooga did it. Gentlest kiss ever. Boy when I say that while Sooga fell first, Kohga fell HARDEST...

Of course Master Kohga gets served the best food of the batch at every meal time--choicest bits of meat and such. He very quickly started sharing them with Sooga nonchalantly. Now that Sooga is Lord-Consort he gets special treatment too, but they're always feeding each other with their chopsticks and being obnoxious.

Speaking of food, one of their very favorite outings to go on is picnics on Satori Mountain. To just sit up under the ever-blooming cherry trees and enjoy some snacks and flavored waters, enjoy each other's company, hike around a little and see the beautiful natural sights...

I'm only barely alluding to their sex life because I wouldn't wanna suddenly blindside anyone with raunchy stuff, but I will say. That the first time Sooga did stay overnight and literally sleep with Kohga after the two figuratively "slept together" (exactly two months into their relationship), Kohga was incredibly happy. It was like the two had turned a corner in the relationship, and started becoming truly close and much much less guarded with each other.

Kohga's the gift-giver of the two. He learned of Sooga's sweet tooth and now he goes out of his way to pick up Gerudo hard candies at KaraKara Bazaar or little cakes in Castle Town when he's there on business. Just anywhere he goes, whether Sooga's with him or not, it's Buying Little Treats for Sooga O'Clock. And y'know. If Sooga's huge honkin' gold and ruby betrothal necklace wasn't a bludgeon of a clue that Kohga's goal is to give Sooga all the finer things he can manage, I don't know what could hit harder.

Sooga's more about spending quality time. He's got so many duties as Right Hand and has historically been horrible at delegating any of them because of How He Is, so actually taking time out to be with Kohga--taking a nap together, bringing Koh a hand-packed lunch at the Royal Ancient Lab if he's working there that day, indulging one of Kohga's "let's go somewhere!" whims--is a big way he shows he cares.

Kohga knows very well that Sooga's a workaholic and he appreciates Sooga taking so much of his own workload and doing so so so much for the Clan. <3 But since they've been partners, Kohga's been trying to step up more and not just let himself make Sooga do all the administrative stuff. In a way, he's trying harder to be the kind of Master deserving of a Right Hand like Sooga. In another way, he just wants to give his husband a break sometimes. If he has to, he can order Sooga to take a break! But he'd really rather just say, "You know, it's been a while since you went to hang out with Mipha. Why don't you hop up the tower and go see her? I'll have this inventory checked by the time you get back." It makes Sooga smile. Kohga lives for Sooga's smile.

Sooga knows very well that Kohga's a social butterfly and he appreciates Kohga taking the lead in conversations when the two of them are around other people. But since they've been together, Sooga's been trying to be more sociable too, and not just stand silently by as the Intimidating Right Hand role. In a way, he's trying harder to be a true partner to Kohga, to show an interest in his friends and to take some of the onus off his mate to always be the one talking at formal events and meetings. In another way, he really does want to be a part of Kohga's social life. If he has to, he can tell Kohga he needs a break from a big crowd and would prefer they step away to be by themselves for a little while. But he'd really rather just step in to add a point about one of the tech projects Kohga's working on at the lab, or to inject one of his pointed little jokes. It makes Kohga smile. Sooga lives for Kohga's smile.

Kohga's favorite part of Sooga's body is his big strong chest which is so comfortable and warm and lovely to rest one's head on and doze off. A close second are his arms. Sooga's favorite part of Kohga's body is--oh you thought I was gonna say the belly or the butt, right? no!!--his back. He thinks the curve of Kohga's spine down the center of his big Inverted Eye tattoo and right to the dramatic spot where it meets his backside is just divine perfection.

Once Sooga got more confident in the relationship, in letting himself be loved and show his love for Kohga openly, he realized that Kohga really really wants him to do that. As in, Kohga loves PDA. Loves it when Sooga puts a protective arm around his shoulders when some snotty Hylian's giving him trouble at one of those periodic Leadership Conferences at the castle. Loves for Sooga to slip a hand onto his waist and squeeze while they're at a crowded shop. Loves to be pulled around a corner in the Complex and trapped against the wall for a kiss. All such little gestures that show how much Sooga wants him. And so. Sooga does that just as much as he can~

(Which Sooga also enjoys doing. It's not just for Kohga's sake. He's gotten kiiiinda possessive. Not in the sense of being jealous if Kohga so much as talks to someone else. Or even flirts. Kohga's a flirt. Sooga knows this and finds it endearing that his partner is so funny and cute that way. Not in the sense of feeling superior to others because he "bagged the Master," or anything so crass. But possessive in the sense of reaaaaally loving it when people Know they're Together. That he is Kohga's, and that (for as long as Kohga desires it) Kohga is his. Wearing jewelry that's essentially a collar with Kohga's insignia on it fuels him.)

Kohga's pet names for Sooga include: darling, love, sweetheart, and my star, which is a family thing for him and a reference to Yiga marriage vows. Sooga's pet names for Kohga are: my love, my dear one, and most of all, beloved.

Finally... @quasar-kaiser asked me wayyyy back on Kohga's birthday in April what their most memorable gift was. Well for Sooga from Kohga, it was indeed his betrothal necklace, in of course a close tie with Kohga's Bond gift to him at their wedding, of a shamisen song and a love poem recited before the whole Clan and several visiting dignitaries. That Kohga would use his time and skill to create such works for him, and that he was willing to perform them for essentially the whole world...what a heady joy! Sooga hardly felt himself worthy of it...but...he believes Kohga feels he is, and that is nothing short of a dream come true.

And for Kohga from Sooga, it was...his name back. His name. I've posted at length about how Kohga had a name before he was Master, but that every Master takes on the name Kohga and it's taboo to ever call a Master by their before-name ever again. Even among family. (Kohga's mother stopped calling his father by his name instantly when he became Master. He was only ever Kohga, even in private, after that. Koh, who was nine years old at the time, has not forgotten how jarring this was, and then sixteen years later how sad he felt when she stopped calling him by the name she'd given him, too.) Sooga didn't even know Kohga's before-name, because Sooga wasn't part of the Clan when Kohga lost it, and no one would ever have dared tell him. But after they became engaged--intended--Kohga told him. And Sooga, who had been told about the taboo, was certainly touched by that gesture, but he felt very anxious when Kohga added, that if Sooga wanted to, he could call him by it. Sometimes. Maybe. When they're alone. ...maybe? No, Sooga responded, not wanting to even get Kohga's hopes up with a "maybe" that would never become reality. It's not permitted. Not even for lovers, not even for the betrothed. It would be...wrong. Kohga couldn't really blame Sooga--he'd known it was a long shot, and breaking this rule would be a huge deal. He was being selfish, asking that. Selfish also, to still keep secretly thinking of his old name as his "real" one. So...imagine his intense surprise and utter overflow of emotion when, on their wedding night, after they'd been intimate for the first time as husbands, Sooga murmured, right against his lips, "I love you, my..." and then his name. HIS NAME. Spoken to him for the first time in over 25 years.

Kohga started out the relationship worried Sooga only loved The Master? No. Sooga loves HIM. This gift was the proof, as if he needed more. And as he told Sooga in his wedding poem, he is going to love him back and sing his praise, in the best words he can find...until eternity ends.

That's all for now, folks! Hope you've enjoyed this sweet sticky banana bread!

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Do you have headcanons about Ares and his daughters the Amazons? Otrera is my favourite mortal lover of Ares. You can also include Artemis too, since she is also their patron god. No pressure though

Today's heacanons about the Amazons are brought to you by the Amazon delivery ;)

I'm not actually sponsored by Amazon lmao

There isn't much I can find about why Otrera would build a temple for Ares, so I'm gonna assume the temple was a gift she made for her godly lover for making her the queen of the Amazons. Most of the time it's the gods who showered their mortal lover with gifts, but ya girl Otrera was one of the few who was very reciprocal.

Ares and Otrera's daughters were personally trained by their father. Ares would dramatically fake his defeat when combat-training with his children to boost their confidence, similar to how big cats would pretend to be scared at their cubs' ambush to encourage them.

Ares asked Artemis, the Patron of Hunters herself, to teach the Amazons in archery. He cared a lot about his daughters' training program and only wanted the best teachers for them. For her teaching and assisting, Otrera built a temple for Artemis as an act of gratitude.

Through their time spent training the Amazons, Ares and Artemis grew closer than ever and finally fully forgave each other for their not-so-happy childhood together. Artemis even promised that her virgin hunters would be a trusting ally for the Amazons whenever they need.

When Otrera passed away, Hippolyta succeeded her mother's position as the new leader of the Amazons. On Hippolyta's coronation, Ares gifted her the magic girdle as a symbol of her queenship.

However, father Ares took the "you did nothing wrong and I love you for it" to an extreme in his parenting. Because of his overly indulgence, his children can become too arrogant for their own good. Although the Amazons, blessed by their father, were fierce warriors who vanquished and conquered many lands, they might underestimate many formidable opponents like other Greek heroes, and that would lead to many of their tragedies.

Ares had a deep hatred for Theseus and Heracles for attacking his Amazon daughters. In Heracles' ninth labor, he sailed to retrieve Hippolyta's girdle, which resulted in a war between Heracles' crew and the Amazons that may or may not be ignited by Hera.

After the conflict, Heracles and Theseus successfully defeated the Amazons, stole the magic girdle, and even abducted Antiope, a sister of Hippolyta and Penthesilea. With their Ares' guidance and support, Hippolyta and Penthesilea led the Amazons to storm Athens and rescue Antiope, leading to the Attic War.

Unfortunately, the Amazons were once again defeated. Antiope was killed by Theseus, and Penthesilea accidentally killed Hippolyta. Having lost two wars and two sisters, Penthesilea was wrecked with survival guilt. Ares was there to be her safe haven as she screamed and cried her heart out from pain, even though the god wasn't in the best state either after two consecutive deaths of his daughters.

When one of his Amazon daughters died, Ares would mourn and honored her greatly. Something something the god of war who excited with bloodshed cried for the bloodshed of his kin.

When Penthesilea declared she would join the Trojan War to die an honorable death and repent for not being able to save her sisters, Ares was heart-broken. He didn't want to lose his remaining daughter, but upon seeing Penthesilea's unmovable determination, he eventually let her go.

And when Penthesilea died as well, Ares finally broke. I think this excerpt capture his grief better:

Then Ares' heart was thrilled with grief and rage for his child [Penthesileia] slain. Straight from Olympus down he darted, swift and bright as thunderbolt terribly flashing from the mighty hand of Zeus, far leaping o'er the trackless sea, or flaming o'er the land, while shuddereth all wide Olympus as it passeth by. So through the quivering air with heart aflame swooped Ares armour-clad, soon as he heard the dread doom of his daughter. - Quintus Smyrnaeus, "Fall of Troy"

[tathrin]

Okay I know I keep harping on this, but honestly it's the little details like costume and character design that tend to bother me more in adaptations than Big Changes (the latter feel like they're at least being done with intention so even if I don't like the choice that was made I at least can credit them for trying something even if it was dumb; the former to me tend to just come off as shortsighted or lazy or careless).

So now that I've seen (and enjoyed!) the last episode...

I just. can we take a minute and imagine how this would have gone if Celebrimbor had first walked onto screen like an elegant Elf Lord, in fine robes and jewels with his long hair done up in some intricate fashion, glittering and poised and full of confidence and grace...

Contrast that with Halbrand, bloodied and barefoot human, one of the short-lived Secondborn, a vanquished king of a fallen people. Two characters so far apart they might as well have the Sundering Seas between them.

Then Halbrand comes back dirt-stained and drenched in the rain, a miserable powerless creature, and Celebrimbor comes out to meet him as the lofty Lord of Eregion; then slowly show the shift, as Celebrimbor's pride starts to whisper to him and Annatar steps out of the light in his robes, lovely but pale and simple, a creature of the Valar, ready to kindle all the hopes the Celebrimbor thought long lost...

Of course Celebrimbor grows less elegant and coiffed as he gets more and more involved in his project, swapping the fine robes out for a smith's apron and the elegant grace for passionate excitement; and Annatar becomes a little more polished, and little more put-together, until along the way he ends up in the same type of apron, the same gear, and for a moment there in the smithy they match: creators, equals, partners, friends.

(For a moment, it all seems like it could go well.)

Then it starts moving the other direction.

Celebrimbor grows increasingly disheveled as Annatar begins adopting more and more finery. Then the time-loop, Celebrimbor falling apart, soot-streaked and manic; and Annatar swanning around Eregion like an elvish lord of the Elder Days, vibrantly colored and glittering with embellishment. The way Celebrimbor was when we first saw him. No wonder everyone in Eregion looks at Celebrimbor and believes so readily that his mind is slipping! no wonder they turn to Annatar instead, so polished and put-together and confident, and place all their doomed hopes instead in him...!

Then the end, with Celebrimbor maimed and bloody, robes blackened with ashes, lying in a dying heap of destruction; and Annatar standing over him still looking perfect, not a hair out of place...a visual reversal of where they started, one rising to his greatest heights (but doomed to fall, staring up at the elf he's destroyed) the other crumbling and broken in filth and agony (but seizing that last bitter victory, staring down from the banner-pole at Sauron and seeing the doom that will find him someday)...!

The journey, the contrast, the mirroring: the parallels moving in opposite directions, meeting on the way and ending in ruin—!

(And they did this, yes, a bit...but because they started off with Celebrimbor dressed in those simple slouchy robes with messy Hobbit-curl hair, there just isn't as much of a linear visual journey for him to take, so it doesn't come across as noticeably as it could; and it doesn't hit with the intensity that it ought to in the end.)

(And it could have! It could have!)

(And it drives me nuts it didn't.)

[ymechi]

Yandere creator reader

I did not think I would write anything for this blorbo I had but so many people liked and I got inspiration from the comments! Thank you everyone for the support!

-TW: Death, Gore, Dying in various ways, Torture

-Gn reader (I tried my best I hope it turned out gender neutral, please tell me if I did it wrong)

-English is not my first language and I have no beta/editor please tell me if I make any mistakes

You knew this was unhealthy, that this would make your issues worse but the loneliness was gnawing at you. It started small, just a mere speck but the spore grew more and more rotting your foundation. You found yourself often alone while your peers had connections, bonds, and kinship. 

You had no one.

You tried so hard to make connections, yet you could not make that chain connect to the other person click. You wallowed in your own misery for a while, instead you filled your whole with fiction and fantasies. There at least in your mind you could construct those bonds and wouldn’t those made in your mind be stronger than those in reality?

You stumbled upon the game on chance. It was a coincidence but soon it became an addiction. Everything about the game captivated you. You loved the art, the gameplay the lore and of course the characters. You just adored these pixels on the screen, each and every one of them. You had none that you disliked. You cried and laughed at their stories and tried to get through every quest for their sake, you even got a part-time job so you could spend and *own* them all.

As you get more and more characters you are determined to build everyone, no one will be left behind. 

You knew this was unhealthy and that this would contribute to your already waning social life and loneliness but you had no other outlet, no other hobbies. 

You were still a respectable functioning member of society gacha game addiction aside, so no one bothered you or questioned you. 

Then one day you woke up in Teyvat. 

You thought it was a hallucination, it should be a hallucination perhaps this was your cue to finally go to a therapist and talk about your problems. You were beginning to see delusions-

Except it all felt so real, the leaves between your fingers, the wind softly caressing your face, and the ground beneath you was steady holding your weight. 

You could feel a chain connecting you to Teyvat with a click.

This was your first real connection to someone, you could feel your face aching from your pleased smile.

You thought hopefully, perhaps, just perhaps you would be able to meet the characters. You know you were not some main character protagonist but just maybe you could become acquaintances and maybe friends? Hope blossomed inside of your chest and your heart beat faster.

If this was a dream you did not want to wake up.

This was a nightmare and you wanted to wake up.

That was your thoughts as an arrow hit you right in the throat, you wanted to scream but all you could muster was a gurgle. You know who shot this it was Venti - Barbatos- the anemo archon, with the same bow you had given him. You did not understand why he did that. 

Was it you? Did you offend him? Why did he kill you when all you wanted to say was that you loved him.

You love love love love-

It was your last thought before you died.

Yet you woke up again.

Once again you died though this time a spear right through your heart, it was vortex vanquisher. You could not even utter a word shock seeping right through your body. 

I love you, love you, love you, so why?

Your next death happened in a fury of storms, your body electrocuted and charred. 

I still love you, love you, love you.

It went on and on, revival and rebirth. Deconstruction and reconstruction. You could not think clearly anymore, days bleeding together, helplessly wandering. You wondered if there was an end to this.

The same people who killed you were the ones you helped build once upon a time through a glass screen. They spoke of a creator up in Celestia whom they loved and who loved them. Who built them and made them stronger, that you were an impostor wearing their skin.

You did not think yourself capable of stealing a god's face. You were born this way. You wondered if you had hallucinated your previous life. It all sounds and feels so surreal. Yet the love you had for them as pixels on a screen lingered and remained even as you died again and again.

The only link, your only chain, your bond to Teyvat was your only solace. 

Then one day the blood that splattered the ground turned golden and your murderers dear characters' faces turned shocked and horrified. 

You yourself did not comprehend what was happening one day you were wearing rags, tired and cold the next you were sitting on a throne, cleaned and adorned in jewels. 

Some tried talking to you but you were far out of your mind.

Then one day you heard someone crying. You curiously asked them why. Through their sobs you heard them asking for forgiveness.

Why?

They looked at you in sadness when you asked why. You approached them and softly whispered in their ear. 

”I love you so much, there is no need to ask for forgiveness.”

Through everything your love still remained. It was the only thing that still remained from the old you. Yet the chain still would not click to link you together. 

You went and grabbed a fruit knife near the table and looked at the person, your acolyte.

”Yet I would hate it if you looked at anyone other than me.”

They screamed as you stabbed their eyes, tears and blood flowing down their beautiful face. 

Now finally the chain clicked and linked them to you.

You were overflowing with happiness and love and you wanted to share that with the rest. 

Taglist: @eccedentesiast-sapphic @d0rmiens-fact0rem (sorry i thought you might be interested in this, if not i apologize)

[warmhealerr]

OC ask about Ta'rath and Joufos!

Is there any significance behind their height? 

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all? 

And a question from me personally - Is there something you consider to be their signature traits?

Oh Una I swear you're so kind. These are great questions.

Is there any significance behind their height?

Ta'rath

Ta'rath is 6'9/207cm. No, the height wasn't picked for the funny number, I always decide heights in meters first HAHA it just happened.

I've always really enjoyed tall characters that aren't particularly intimidating. I didn't think about Ta'rath's height much at first, until I imagined them towering over Voss by at least a head when meeting him. You'd imagine their height would make them feel secure, but they're awkward as ever. Trembling leaf with quivering lips. As lovely @des-no9 put in the words of Vanquish once; "What a waste of height."

They are like this with nearly everyone. Most people might initially be kind of impressed, but eventually it becomes very obvious to them how much smaller Ta'rath wishes they were, so they get comfortable, and maybe a little mean (or VERY mean).

Their height, to me, is also a symptom of their physical issues. The caved in chest (they have a mild case of pectus excavatum), the hypermobile joints, their raised scars that fade so slowly; it is abnormal. It's about catching all the subtleties, it's a bundle, and the height is included. If they were not Githyanki, aka if their muscles weren't so tight together and far stronger than the base human, if they weren't trained the way they are, they'd be in far more pain. Fighting the way they do would be unthinkable, they'd break their bones and dislocate too often.

Joufos

I've reworked Joufos' height a few times, but currently he's sitting at 3'7/109cm. 'bit tall for a gnome, but any more dramatically smaller would not make sense in my head for him and his family, mostly because of how I imagine them interacting with their environment.

See, he's got the opposite thing from Ta'rath going on. Most people, they kind of look at him and laugh at first, as though he's just like any other gnome; some guy that they can pretend away or easily "dominate", because they base their entire idea of personhood and self worth around height. He is far more imposing the moment you look closer if you are someone with such bias. Maybe you find the bloke a little big with his massive wool vest, maybe sweat drips down your neck when you notice his scales, the many severed fingers attached to just as many carabiners, the bloodied rings on his clawed fingers. He knows how to make himself look menacing, bigger. And then maybe you actually get into a fight, maybe you can try to pretend laugh it away, but he's fucking scary. He once had atrophied wings, but after they finally grew to size, he could suddenly take even more space, and that tends to intimidate many, many people. He's unnerving to be around. You get the feeling he might snap any moment, and though he can smile bright and nice, his fangs are fucking long as fuck man. When he becomes a lich, his presence is only made even more terrifying. He's destroyed entire towns and strongholds, he's not weak. What I'm trying to say is lots of people make the mistake of underestimating him, and they usually regret that very, very fast. Those who can read the room? They know to keep their distance. His short height is just that, short. I like my protagonists short. Loisel, the protagonist of my other story, TCOD, has Achondroplasia (dwarfism) and is very short as a result. I wouldn't have it any other way. The DND community has thus far really disappointed me with how it treats Halflings and Gnomes. If I hear another Gnome throwing joke, I'm gonna say it like Joufos ; "I'm going to fucking kill you." It's just unfunny and dehumanizing when it's all they have to say, very telling of how they treat real people with dwarfism, and fucking frustrating, too. Joufos' height is integral to me. I can't imagine him tall, I'd rather die.

Together

Note : They are far from rigid, but I think this is an important look into their dynamic after they have established their relationship.

See, I think it's very easy to imagine Ta'rath constantly towering over Joufos, or being the more physically imposing one, but genuinely, outside of Ta'rath carrying Joufos from time to time, it's Joufos who is contextually the tallest haha. He's always going to find ways to make himself taller; standing on high surfaces, flying over, hanging from the ceiling. Ta'rath doesn't need to make themself smaller, they just are. Joufos will be the one to kiss their forehead, he'll be the one to brush their hair as they lay their head in his lap, he'll be the one to spoon them and cover them with his wings. Some might call it a ridiculous sight, I say they are fucking adorable and make it work. It's a fire they kindle together.

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

If we're being rudimentary, Fist Of The Comet takes place exactly 201 years after BG3, which serves as the anchor point. There are other stories, small plots relevant either to characters' past or future, or maybe their family members' before/after that period of time, but generally I focus on BG3 and FOTC the most. I am trying not to get overwhelmed. One story at a time.

Is there something you consider to be their signature traits?

Ta'rath is an alien. I don't just mean the alien from space, I mean they have so, so much trouble fitting in anywhere. They want to, terribly so, because standing out and having to learn to hide is fucking painful, but that's not what the external world, or the audience sees. They're always going to be weird, awkward, apart, incomprehensible at times even. It's their greatest strength and their greatest flaw. It's what makes them...them. They thrive, somehow. They should've never been born in a society so eugenicist. They should've never survived it. They should've never become Half Illithid, or forgiven their kin, or defeated the Absolute; yet they did. They are their own curse and savior, and I love them for it. Pain is an important symbol around Ta'rath for a good reason; they keep pushing through it, even when they think they can't. Everything is meant to make them suffer, but their weird relationship to suffering itself will always keep them alive until someone cleaves their brain in two. Until then, they'll keep winning against it.

A lot of Joufos' traits are dictated by his draconic heritage, whether you are looking at his personality, his quirks, his appearance. He is dominated by his blood in ways he couldn't ever fathom. It's the very same heritage that greatly influenced how his family suffered, I would say, too. It's not the only constant to him of course, but I think I as the writer have focused a lot on it, even subconsciously, since day one. I've since completely embraced it. His identity revolves around it; his omnipresent acid, his relationship to his wings, his self-righteousness, his impulses, his relationship to his mother and womanhood, his scales that lift and rattle. He bleeds pink not literally, but in spirit. It's everything he is about, and the deeper you look, the more obvious it becomes. He hates being compared to a beast, because he wishes that wasn't the only thing to him, the only thing that was perceived.

[amplexadversary]

Okay I've gleefully derailed posts before but this is a big derail and kind of dumb so I'm linking it.

When I watch the linked video, I end up thinking of Allenby gossiping about the shuffles, and now I need to headcanon who would likely say what bullshit.

-"I'm going to shit your pants." -> I could see this coming from a few people. Sai is a little fucker, he would make this threat and mean it. Chibodee would say it facetiously. Domon (while I headcanon him to be pretty good with languages) probably isn't above a gaffe where he means to say "I'm going to make you shit your pants," but misspeaks (probably when the guys are getting really rowdy and distracting and everybody's talking over each other.)

-"A duck the size of a tiger would have to be quite stout, I don't know that I could vanquish such a foe." -> George, though he'd choose different words than the video.

-"I'm all wet because Allenby dropped her phone in the river and I jumped in to get it. I can't find it though, can somebody call it while my head is underwater?" -> Domon would do this reflexively. Chibodee probably would as well.

-"I think it's time I come clean, I don't actually understand how wind works." -> Sai would be the funniest person to admit this, with his wind-based super move.

-"toodaloo, kangaroos" -> Domon, because someone told him it's a thing people say in English and he's kind of gullible.

-"Why the hell do we all have identical jackets? I can never find mine. Oh, but it's probably the one with my name on it though." -> while Domon or Chibodee would probably be the most likely to have this kind of brain fart, I think it's funnier if a very tired George says this (... ignore they fact that they don't have matching anything).

-On Monday Sai dared me to eat a spider, so I did. But then later that day I was running up the hill and shit my pants a little. I think those two things were related. -> I'd believe this from three of them in different contexts. Chibodee impulsively agreed to the challenge and admits this because hes mad about it. Argo ate the spider to humor Sai and is trying to discourage the rest of the group from making a similar mistake. Domon ate the spider because Kyoji didnt not have nearly enough chances to teach Domon to be weary of this exact kind of siblingeque horseshit, and we know from how he responds to Master Asia that Domon will just do things that you tell him to. He admits it, begrudgingly, because everybody wants to know why he bailed on them for several hours.

-"Do you guys think my shirt is cute? Too bad, I'm taking it off." "You're cute that way too." -> I could see George and Chibodee, in any order. Chibodee and Domon would only be believable if they're together, and with a massive time skip for them to get comfortable over.

-"My idol is that one dude who ate an entire airplane, love that guy, don't know his name." -> Argo, sarcastically, when Chibodee makes some remark about his physique and asks "what do you eat, sheet metal?"

-"Guys I think I watched the wrong Zootopia." -> Argo probably doesn't only pirate physical goods in the space age. He got a joke translation.

-"Domon, what type of feed does Fuunsaiki like, we want to make him a cake for his birthday." -> I feel like this is George and Argo's planning, and I could see either of them being the one to ask.

-[musing about Ice Age squirrel heteronormativity] -> I think Chibodee's the only one who could reasonably have seen it. He also dyes his hair two colors of the bisexual flag and wears the third so I can see him being annoyed by it.

-"I failed to locate a bear suit, does anybody have a spare bear suit?" -> Tbh this one could be any of them, except George, who is listening with his head in his hands.

-[quoting the infamous Snapcube Eggman rant] -> This is either Sai Saici, or Argo lost a bet to Sai Saici and was told to recite this. Sai is the only one of them I can buy being chronically online enough to reference this. Chibodee looks up Shadow and immediately asks Domon if it's his fursona, which backfires because the only other person in the room who knows what a furry is is Sai.

-"Why aren't you being silly? You promised you would be silly with me." -> ARGO. Said with a straight face to George. (Sai would be too low-hanging-fruit here, but I guarantee he's also looking at George expectantly. Admittedly, part of why I can see this coming from Argo is because of choices the dub made with how he speaks.)

-"Rain sent me this picture. I thought she was telling me that she was pregnant, but this is a covid test. She does have covid." -> Domon. Also worded a little differently than the original. While he did spend half his childhood in a jungle with Master Asia, he's probably seen pregnancy tests in drug stores when they have to make very occasional supply runs. Sai has probably also showed everyone the meme where people would edit a pregnancy test into various pictures.

[yayamemes]

TO QUOTE SHADOWHEART . . .

∗ collected dialogue from baldur's gate 3

 don’t stop now, not just as things are getting interesting.

no more secrets. understand?

you’re lucky i’m helping.

regard this spontaneous flatulator! 

you’re not going to let this go, are you?

you seem a little grasping. needy, even. like you’re used to following and now you want to look to me for answers.

nothing worthwhile should be rushed, anyway.

don’t be ridiculous, i never knew my parents.

my estimations started at a low point, as far as you’re concerned.

nothing in life is free, i suppose.

oi, ugly!

spit it out. i won’t wait around here forever.

you’re lucky i’m feeling kind.

of course things could have been different, but nothing says they would have been better.

the worst place to end up is anywhere that doesn’t let you be at my side.

there might be something useful in there. seized goods and the like.

the big hero hiding a wagon-full of insecurities, looking to me to distract you from them for a moment.

i’ll look forward to the next last kiss, and the one after that.

i promise any future murderous intentions will be thoroughly justified.

this is all like some terrible dream, but it’s real, isn’t it?

seems like we’re the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about.

i told you already, it’s none of your concern.

this whole place reeks of necromancy.

back to the anus that spat you out!

in truth, i don’t think i’d want to be your spare lover. i’d always want more of you than you’d have to spare.

hardly a conversation i’ll relish.

blind honesty is always a bad idea. we should keep quiet in future.

i know you mean well, but this isn’t something for you to fix.

i both understand what you mean, and i’m horrified you phrased it like that.

i love a nice secret hideaway, don’t you?

wait! charging off by yourself sounds like a fine way to get killed.

please, don’t make me do this. not after all we’ve been through.

whatever happens, i shall stand by you.

i have vanquished your foes.

i’ll kill you if necessary, but explaining your corpse would be a chore.

you need a pick-me-up.

maybe i shouldn’t be entirely shocked, i did fall for you, after all.

no need to fight fair.

well, i don’t find you entertaining in the least.

i really shouldn’t be surprised by anything at this stage.

i’ll never be able to fill the place by my side where you should be standing.

enchanted? nice.

don’t waste your time coveting what you can never truly have.

don’t give me that look! i don’t know what just happened any more than you do.

understand, i’ll cut you loose the moment i have to.

sharpen up, or we’re done.

i’m glad you changed your mind.

of course i’ll help.

you know me, i’m not usually one to elaborate if i can avoid it.

i’ve told you all i’m going to tell you. now, please don’t pry any further, or you might force me to become less polite.

get away from me, you rabid freak!

see how long you last without me.

i won’t pretend the thought hasn’t crossed my mind once or twice. or… more than that.

not someone i’d rush to speak with.

i… meant to do that.

you’re no burden, you’re my strength! 

quite clever. and cruel, of course, but creatively so.

if we’re going to keep helping each other, i might as well tell you…

it seems to be the perfect night to spend some time together, just you and i.

you had a habit of saying all the right things. either you very glib, or we’re kindred spirits.

my, some bard could right a stirring love poem about you two. or a lewd tavern ballad, perhaps.

everyone’s frightened of something! my fear’s hardly irrational when you see the fangs on those things.

it’s not that simple, not anymore.

an interesting tale for the grandchildren, if you survive to have any, that is.

if that was an attempt at flirting, i should let you know i prefer the strong, silent type.

mind your footing, the bones of the careless are probably littered down there.

i gave you chances, more than i should have, and you threw them in my face.

nobody’s talking to you, flat face.

an illusion? there must be something worth being kept secret through there.

thank you! you’re a constant source of comfort.

[athetos]

Finished reading the Witcher saga and what a story. There were some parts that were a bit of a slog for me but when it really picked it up I was way into it. I wish there had been a map or an index of characters and their affiliations though because there were so many names and locations and I had a hard time keeping track of them all, especially since some only showed up several books after their first appearance. There were a lot of different frame stories used throughout, and while some weren’t that effective, I think they overall were a good decision.

Lady of the Lake has some really fantastic moments especially in the climax at Strygga Castle and the events immediately leading up to it, and of course Dandelion’s almost execution by his Little Weasel. But there were also parts that frustrated me, and I didn’t get satisfying answers to. I also found the choice to have Ciri go to ‘our’ world to be strange and out of place, but I can forgive it. The major character deaths were devastating; I really, really wished at least one of the three companions lived. Milva’s in particular felt unfair to me. Regis was my favorite, but I kind of expected him to bite the dust.

The final chapter has me feeling conflicted. There were things I liked about it, but others that felt unfair and more for the sake of it. I wish the prophecy Ciri spoke about Geralt’s death was mentioned early in the story (I’m pretty sure it wasn’t). It would have been really fun to see him fearing ‘three teeth’ only for the twist at the end that it was a trident. It also feels shitty because you mean to tell me that that was what took Geralt down? A pitchfork thrown at him, when he’s survived so much shit and would ordinarily be capable of deflecting or avoiding it? Incredibly funny though that he gave up being a Witcher only to moments later retrieve his sword, as is always the case. I love that he got to be with Yennefer and they got married after, though, because they deserve to finally be insane together after having the most chaotic, toxic on/off relationship for ages.

I wasn’t expecting the series to wrap up with an “and everyone lived happily ever after and evil was vanquished” ending but I do find it a bit upsetting that there’s no real indication of how things will go, if they will improve or not. The last few chapters show the sorceresses still scheming, rulers still feuding, and oppression and hostility still in full force. I mean Geralt got injured protecting dwarves during a pogrom. I just didn’t get the impression that there was hope for the people of this world; Geralt himself was extremely jaded, which was so disheartening, even if it’s to be expected. If there was more optimism that things would get better, I’d have been more satisfied, even if it was still very ambiguous. Unbeatable human spirit and all that. The Witcher isn’t even grimdark imo, so I was just surprised.

The last thing I’ll bring up is that I didn’t see the reveal of the emperor’s true identity coming. I was blindsided and realized that all the pieces were there, I was just having trouble putting them together because I had ruled that character out for various reasons. Very fucked up situation but you have to wonder how much of it was Vilgefortz’ doing. I was satisfied with how it was resolved. Theres a lot of characters with fucked up morals that are cool to explore, even if I want to gut them like fish.

All in all a very enjoyable series and I’m hoping that as I look into more background info I’ll get some more clarity on some things but definitely worth a read if you like fantasy that’s dark but not grimdark I had a lot of fun with it.

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

Happy (Late) Birthday, Caesar King!

(I might've forgotten to do the fic earlier, but Happy Birthday to the King! I also had to look up a dozen idioms for this.)

Caesar King loves her birthdays. To her, they symbolize the fact that she has survived another year of life and has a chance to keep celebrating her future.

Life in the Outer Ring was harsh, and many people had a hard time celebrating their birthdays because of the many dangers that come with living in the Outer Ring. Yet, Caesar had Big Daddy raising her to understand the beauty of life even in the harshest places, and Caesar took his teachings to heart.

Which is why she invited everyone she knows to join her in celebrating her birthday.

Well, almost everyone.

Caesar had forgotten to ask many of her new friends and allies for their addresses after the fight with that huge white Ethereal, and she was too shy to ask the Proxies for their addresses. So, Caesar just had her gang, the Cunning Hares, and the Proxies as her guests. Which was sad because Caesar really wanted to 'break her legs' and finally ask that fox Thiren to spar with her.

According to Nicole, the fox Thiren, Hoshimi Miyabi, was the youngest Void Hunter in New Eridu and had been training for most of her life to destroy the Hollows and bring peace to the city and people of New Eridu.

Caesar sympathized with Miyabi as Caesar herself was trained by Big Daddy as a young child to survive the Hollows while also one day becoming the main protector of her gang and the people of Blazewood from the dangers of the Hollows once Caesar was ready to lead the Sons of Calydon. Now, after the Tour de Inferno ultimately, and unfortunately, crowned her the new Overlord after Pompey's wrongful death at the hands of Lucius, Caesar had even more reasons to become stronger as she knew the fate of the Outer Ring rest in her hands and would fall if Caesar wasn't strong enough to protect her people.

Next time, Caesar will get Miyabi's address so they can spar and have the young Void Hunter say she's a strong leader, with Caesar having 'crocodile tears' in her eyes knowing that even a Void Hunter acknowledged her.

"Caesar!" Lucy cried, breaking Caesar's daydream. "You haven't miggled with the guests. I even see some of the Vanquishers here."

"The Vanquishers?" Caesar gasped.

"Don't worry, boss," Pulchar said as she approached the two. "I asked around, and all of them said they wanted to celebrate the new Overlord's birthday. Guess you guys truly buried the hatchet with them."

"Well, I hope we did," Caesar beamed. "The gangs of the Outer Ring need to understand that we are stronger together, especially since our enemies are going after us like 'shouting fire in a crowded area. '"

Pulchra rolled her eyes and left the two. She hoped one of these days, someone would be brave enough to give Caesar a crash course in the actual meanings of certain idioms. While she knows the education system of the Outer Ring is rather nonexistent compared to those living in New Eridu, even Pulcra knew her idoms, and she lived in the poorest parts of the Outer Ring!

As Pulchra left Caesar and Lucy, Lucy told Caesar that she needed to check on the food and the presents and left Caesar to try to mingle on her own. Caesar was mostly fine with mingling with people, but this birthday was different than her last ones. Back then, it was just Caesar and her gang and the people of Blazewood. Now, as she was looking over at the crowd, Caesar saw more than her usual guests; she saw new family members from the Cunning Hares talking about the crazy jobs they do in the city to the members of the Vanquishers. She sees the Proxies talking to Big Daddy and Lighter about current situations within New Eridu. She even sees Billy smiling and talking to Casa and Dorian without his signature Red Scarf, the garment now being worn by Lighter.

As if she was being moved by 'ghosts, ' Caesar walked toward Billy as he recalled how the Ethereals in the Hollows at New Eridu were different from the ones in New Eridu to Casa and Dorian. Soon, Casa noticed Caesar walking towards them and told Dorian that they needed to check with the other guests about the food they had prepared. While Dorian whined, the moment he saw Caesar, he immediately left with Casa to ask the rest of the guests about the food.

Billy noticed Caesar as soon as the two left and held out his arms to her. Caesar subconsciously hugged him as Billy patted her hair and hugged her tight.

"Another year, and you're already stronger," Billy cooed. "That's my Big Sis."

"Not, my 'Li'l Caesar?'" she asked.

"Did you forget how big you are now? You're not little anymore, Caesar, and everyone can finally see that. Look at what you've achieved now and tell me if you're still the little child I protected and gave my arm to all those years ago."

Caesar sighed and sobbed a bit. "I can't believe it either. I didn't think I'd actually become the Overlord now."

"Well, you are now. Make sure to make all the previous Overlords proud by protecting our beloved land, and if you ask me, even if your father was a cold man, I know he would be proud of his daughter's achievements."

Caesar let go of Billy as she smiled and went towards Big Daddy, Lighter, and the Proxies. She waved at Billy as she went to the group. Billy sighed in both happiness and defeat. His Caesar had grown so much in one year. Billy silently prayed that she would still be the bright and caring woman everyone knew her to be.

Caesar approached the four with a happy yell as she hugged Belle and gave Wise a high five.

"So glad you two made it!" she screamed.

"We wouldn't miss for the world," Belle said.

"You've been a great friend to us and helped us with many difficult subjects these past few months," Wise noted. "We would be crazy to miss your birthday."

"Well, you guys helped us with the Tour de Inferno," Caesar reminded them. "Even though it wasn't the win I wanted because of what happened, I'm glad we ended up being friends."

"Yeah, how are you holding up being the Overlord these days?" Belle asked. "I wanted to check in, but things got complicated in the city."

"We're doing just fine! Right, Lighter?"

"While there have been some hiccups concerning the other gangs," Lighter said. "Everyone here has finally seen that Caesar did deserve her title as Overlord because of her compassion and fairness towards both allies and rivals. So, yeah, we're good."

"It's a miracle that no one had pranked the party nor started a fight," Big Daddy added. "But, Lighter is right; people here had accepted Caesar as Overlord. Hopefully, they will understand that Caesar has everyone's best interest in mind in the future because the best way to fight those greedy people in the city is to unite as one team under the idea that the Outer Ring belongs to the people and not the corporations."

Caesar nodded. She still remembers Pompey's words to her as he slowly became corrupted by the Ether. Caesar would never forgive herself if she let Lucius and the Ether companies win and destroy the way of life of the Outer Ring. She vowed to protect her home as Pompey and the former Overlords had done before her.

"I promise I will unite the gangs, and I will never let those guys in the city destroy our home!" she proudly declared.

"I hope you do that," a gruff voice said behind her.

Caesar looked back as multiple members of the Vanquishers, led by Bellum and Andreas, started clapping.

"Lucius was a scumbag for what he did," Andreas said. "I know I had caused problems in the past, but I hope we do fight side by side one day to save our home, and to also avenge Pompey by finding those two."

"I went asking around and might be close to finding Mors," Bellum told her. "No sign of Lucius, but I will help you when I do find them."

"Thanks," Caesar bowed. "I might not be Pompey, and I know I'm still learning, but the fact is, everyone here understands how important the Outer Ring is for us. It's our home, and as Overlord, it is my duty to forever protect our home."

The Vanquishers started clapping harder, but it all died out once Piper blew Steeltusks' horn.

"I heard that the Overlord must now cut her cake," Piper declared. "That, or blow her candles if Pulchra can get Burnice to not burn the candles. Lucy texted."

Lighter immediately ran off to find the cake and make sure it did not get burned down by Burnice. Billy followed suit while screaming at the top of his mechanical lungs that Burnice better not burn her cake or else he's not giving Burnice a present once her birthday comes around.

"Your Champions really care about you," Anby said as she surprised the group by appearing out of nowhere. "I mean, I've seen Billy run fast before, but he doesn't usually threaten people like that."

"Billy helped raise Caesar, remember Anby?" Nicole said.

"Oh, right. No wonder he did that."

"I think it's sweet, meow," Nekomata chimed. "I used to have the same responses on my adoption day when I was still in the Red Fang Gang. Miguel hated people who made me cry on my birthday if they upset meow."

Big Daddy chortled as he told everyone to get to Cheesetopia to see if the cake had survived. As they all went inside, Casa and Dorian happily manifested a gorgeous two-tiered chocolate cake as Lighter and Billy held back Burnice. Burnice was arguing with them that she wanted to be the one who lights the candles, but relented when Billy growled at her to calm down. Burnice wasn't afraid of a lot of things, but Billy getting angry? She knew her limit and let Lighter light the candles with his lighter.

As everybody sang 'Happy Birthday' to Caesar, Caesar only had one wish for her birthday. To make sure that she would make everyone proud by protecting their home as Overlord of the Outer Ring. As soon as Lucy tells her to blow the candles, Caesar hurriedly blew her candles in one go and cheers as the candle smoke sends her wish to the sky.

Caesar King had survived one more year in her life. She will keep surviving for more years as long as she can protect the Outer Ring. That's all a birthday girl would ever ask for.

[polizwrites]

Boomeranged

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial [#FFF291 Stuff of Legends]  as well as my   @character-a-character-b    Rair Pair bingo C1 square:  A&B pulling a prank on someone together. 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Scott Lang/Clint Barton Rating: General Tags:  Avengers Compound, Avengers as Family, Pranks, Pining,, Love Confessions Summary:  Clint and Scott plan a prank to get their teammates to confess their attraction to one another - but things don’t quite go according to plan. Word Count: 974 words 

 “This would be a lot easier if we were tiny,” Scott muttered, following Clint through the air ducts of the Compound.  They were in the process of setting up what Clint claimed would be the most epic Avengers prank ever. ‘You know, stuff of legends-level!’ 

Scott wasn’t sure about that,  or whether the bruises and dust-bunnies were worth it. And then there was the dubious morality of the prank itself -  but getting to spend time with Clint? That was worth all the hassle.  Besides, Scott knew he had a habit of doing weird stuff to impress  a crush.

“I thought you had to be wearing a suit in order to shrink,” Clint replied over his shoulder,  “and I don’t think Hope’s would fit me.”

“Theoretically, the Pym particles don’t require the use of a suit. After all, An-tonio got sized up with no ill effects, as best we can tell.” 

“Yeah - I’d rather not take my chances,” Clint shot back, a grin in his voice.  “Here we go!”  He taped a speaker and a can  of house blessing spray  to the back of the living room air vent,  then attached the remote controlled gadget Scott had designed that would trigger the spray, along with the recording  they’d made earlier in the day.   Once everything was set up, they wriggled their way as quickly as possible back to Clint’s room. 

“Make sure to clean up a bit before dinner,” Clint warned him with a wink.  “Wouldn’t want them to suspect anything.”  

“Will do - see you in a bit!”  Scott made a mock-salute while trying not to fantasize about getting naked and wet with Clint.    He ambled back to his own room and took a quick and unfortunately solitary shower before joining the rest of the team for their weekly pizza and a movie night.   

It was Tony’s turn to choose the movie, so they’d probably be watching some sci fi action film that he would snark his way through, at least until Steve or Bucky asked him to stop.  It was clear that there was some serious UST between the three of them, and hopefully their prank would help clear the air, so to speak.

They waited until everyone had finished eating - no reason to ruin perfectly good pizza, Clint had reasoned - and had settled into their accustomed spots around the room.   As usual, Steve, Bucky and Tony claimed the largest sofa, conveniently located under the air vent  Clint and Scott had booby-trapped.   

Once the opening credits rolled, Clint glanced over at Scott and gave him a nod.  Scott pressed the button of the small remote hidden in his pocket.    Mere moments later,  a cloud of mist  billowed out from the vent, and a booming voice (actually Scott’s own, with a fake foreign accent and run through a modulator) announced.   “Foolish Avengers - did you think I could be so  easily vanquished?   Nay- and now I wreak my revenge - casting a spell that forces you to confess that which you have hidden from one another!”  

Steve and Bucky had leapt to their feet at the sound of the first word, which meant they both got a face full of the vapor.  “What the…” Bucky exclaimed, before a coughing fit overtook him. Steve was gagging and hacking as well; apparently super-soldiers were super-sensitive to aerosol sprays. 

“Friday? What’s going on?”   Tony asked, pulling the collar of his Black Sabbath t-shirt up over his mouth and nose as he pulled his companions back down to the couch. 

“I’m not sure, Boss.”   Scott was both immensely proud and a little ashamed of having hacked Tony’s AI so his and Clint’s venture into the HVAC ducts wasn’t observed and recorded.  “I’m having trouble identifying the makeup of the spray.”   

Time to roll out the next part of the prank.  Clint took the lead,  scrambling to his feet, dramatically placing one hand over his chest.  “Natasha - I’m so sorry!  Budapest - that was all my fault!” 

“What?”  Scott didn’t know what any of that meant, but he couldn’t tell whether  the shocked expression on her face meant Natasha was playing along or not.  His own declaration hit a little close to home, but Scott figured it might  encourage their targets to bare their souls a little as well. 

“Clint - I’m head over heels in love with you!”  Scott announced, throwing his arms wide.  The expression  of happy surprise  that crossed Clint’s face looked almost real, and Scott’s traitorous heart skipped a beat in return.  

“You are, huh?”  Clint pulled him into an embrace.   “Turns out I’ve kinda been carrying a torch for you as well, handsome.”  

The blood rushed to Scott’s cheeks even as he reminded himself that this was just part of the prank.   “Anybody else have something they feel compelled to confess?”  

“Uh….” Steve rubbed the back of his neck.  “Bucky and Tony and me have been stepping out for awhile.” 

“And by ‘stepping out’,”  Tony added, with a hint of a smirk,  “he means screwing like bunnies.  I’m surprised no one’s asked why I’ve been walking funny lately.”

“I didn’t need the sordid details,”  Natasha shrugged.  

Bruce sighed. “At least you’ve kept your amorous activities out of the lab….. right?” 

“I can neither confirm or deny.”  Tony shrugged apologetically before turning to face Clint and Scott, who were still standing with their arms around each other as they absorbed the results of their prank.  “It’s about time you two ‘fessed up to your feelings -  we were ready to lock you in a closet!” 

“What?”  Scott and Clint said practically in unison.  

“Bozhe moy”  Natasha muttered, shaking her head.  

“It’s like a forest’s worth of pining between you two,” Bucky groaned.  “Just go ahead and  kiss already.” 

“That’s an order,” Steve added in his Captain America voice. 

“Sir, yes sir!” Scott shot back, just before Clint took his breath away..  

[destiny-in-the-universe]

Akira Cunningham: 9th Grade Kitsune

Alriiighttt, my lovelies, I figured I might as well try and make a comeback to the fandom by once more talking about my beloved future au "Akira Cunningham: 9th Grade Kitsune" for RC9GN.

I'm going to break this down into different sections, so it's a little easier but first - I wanted to thank my RC9GN mutuals, followers, and anyone just seeing my content every now and again for supporting me. It's been a trying journey, and yes, I'm also the world's biggest loser for how much I vent - and well, with the amount of I dedicated sharing my posts. Thank you for everything, and what's left in store... well, it's going to be an adventure, isn't it?

To start, here's a brief synopsis of the plot; Akira Cunningham - Randy's daughter - is selected to be Norrisville's next hero, only this time she's not the Ninja. This time, Akira is the Kitsune... because something is brewing, and it's going to take everything by storm. As Randy has long since retired the mantle of the Ninja, everything lies on Akira. Where one evil ended, another began. For evil can never be vanquished forever.

Read below the cut for more information!

The Cunningham (Extended) Family

Akira Cunningham is biologically the daughter of Randy Cunningham and Theresa Fowler. The late couple had been planning this for a while, deciding they wanted to have a kid and well, Akira was born

However - the other known fact of the extended Cunningham family, Randy doesn't have just one partner. During his late high school years, he got together with Howard as Randy's (bi) awakening led him to realize he had a thing for men. What blossomed from that, well, you're about to find out

Randy had been crushing on both Howard and Theresa, having decided to date them but then there was Debbie Kang. I'll get into the full schematics of their relationship later: the point is Randy, Howard, Debbie, and Theresa are in a polyamorous relationship

Having Akira was a decision made by everyone, and one thing led to another and she came into existence. Like, surrogacy but I am not a doctor so don't quote me on this

The (now) retired members of the new Norisu 9 all stay in touch which make them honorary members of the family

At the beginning of the story, Akira is meant to be young for reasons I won't be able to disclose just yet. Though, in the present timeline - she will be in high school, much like her dad Randy had been in once. She gets her mantle

As for everyone's jobs, Randy is a martial arts instructor as he earned enough inheritance to get by, Howard is a lawyer, Debbie's an investigative journalist, and Theresa happens to be in competitive sports (still has to do with baton twirling because why not-).

Arc One

Since the Ninja is a retired mantle as Randy- I mean the Ninja, took down the Sorcerer and closed the gateway into the Nine Realms, well, things were looking up. At least... in the beginning. For almost thirty years, the barrier between realms remained closed - without much use - and while certain nonhuman populations had begun living in Norrisville, danger remained at an all-time low. Unexpectedly however, the gates reopened (and strangely, without much explanation) and the yokai district began to flood onto Norrisville. Not all were of the friendly sort, but people didn't seem too concerned... then again no one expected what came next.

No one considered the possibility of gangs running amok within the city; let alone the fact that certain yokai had formed the literal yakuza, but what were they supposed to do? No one had seen the Ninja in such a long time - it would be near impossible to fight back, but there had been another mantle - lying dormant in hidden sight: The Kitsune. Only a yokai could take on other yokai. A cunning trickster. A nine-tailed fox.

Akira Cunningham was chosen to wield it, but apart from the yakuza - apart from yokai rampantly existing on the streets - there had to be someone pulling the strings. Surely... they weren't just wandering around for the heck of it.

Akira Cunningham

Akira does deserve her own post, without the added lore thrown in but then again - she's every way her dad's daughter. She has a good heart, even if some part of her wants to feel something greater - bigger - than herself. Akira's high, rambunctious, and spunky attitude, it's hard to nail her down as someone who displays interest in good deeds. Do not let this fool you, as she's also known for rushing in to protect her friends; even if she's also a little spiteful.

She has Howard's short temper and sometimes becomes frustrated, but I won't be able to dive much into this to keep spoilers from spilling. Akira dreamed of being a heroine when she was young, pretending to be the Ninja - acting like a young, hyper child wanting to be like Superman though who ever would've thought it'd become real?

Though... the journey is not hers alone. There is much more happening, and she can't do it all by herself. And that, my dear readers, is where I end this. More to come soon!

[sunderedandundone]

SkekGra, UrGoh and the big Blow-Up

One of these days I'll get this written up in a proper fic, but for now, here's the Vulgate summary of what happens not long after the Conqueror and the Wanderer have their vision and start traveling together along the Black River Road: POV: our two are actually Not Doing Too Bad re coming together over the twin notions that 1) hey, maybe reuniting would feel more whole and right, and 2) maybe saving the planet is also a good idea

THEN SkekGra spots a detachment of enemy soldiers/messengers riding along the road, in the rough direction of where they know their army is encamped SkekGra: Okay NOPE, I have no idea what they mean to do to my army but they sure as shit don't get to do it

UrGoh: No dude, please I can't stand it when you kill people, and also we're supposed to be unifying and saving the planet remember

SkekGra: NOPE sorry. Gotta keep the enemy off my troops so time for them to die ::hares off to behead everybody::

UrGoh: Oh jeez. All right, think UrGoh...I...REALLY should...do something...about this

UrGoh cont: But...what the hell...can I do...I def can't...jump into...battle

UrGoh cont: But maybe...I could interpose...my literal body...between them and those soldiers...

UrGoh: Yeah...that'll do it...okay, quickly now...let's go

::SkekGra comes back up the hill drenched in the blood of the vanquished::

SkekGra: Okay glad that's taken care of, let's move on

And then UrGoh is like: "........."

UrGoh: Um...no

UrGoh: I'm sorry, this vibe is harshed

More UrGoh: That was an incredibly awful thing to do, and also incredibly not-GraGoh

SkekGra: Oh really? You don't know from GraGoh, let ME tell you some *shit* about GraGoh

::growing bombshadow::

UrGoh: I know GraGoh would never have done...that

SkekGra: No, GraGoh never did half the shit it wanted to do, it wanted to build a great society, it wanted to lay all its discoveries at Homeworld's feet saying see the gifts we have for you, see the wonders we have brought you...but it didn't want to do what that would take, so it resigned itself to losing forever

UrGoh: ...Not forever! We just didn't want to win by violence

SkekGra: Oh and how were we going to do it? With sweet-talk? How many more thousand trine would that've taken? And it was ready to give up after just one! Nope, I'm the one who went out and made our dream reality, and this ::works bloody fingers:: -- this is the price of that. You weren't willing to pay it. I am

UrGoh: ...

SkekGra: And you think Homeworld didn’t know that? After their cruelty to us Fallen, you still think UrSkek unity was originally bought with nothing but love? You seriously believe they care what we do to this primitive-ass planet?

UrGoh: If that was our dream...then it was the wrong dream

SkekGra: ::lunging to strike a nearby tree just past UrGoh's head:: UNGRATEFUL WHELP.

SkekGra: Always the condemnations. Always the carping from you Mystics about how we're exploiting Thra, yet you're happy to benefit from it -- everything we've squeezed from the Crystal has kept you alive too, or do you pretend you'd still be here without it?

UrGoh: NO. We...don't w-want...that stolen life...

SkekGra: Then STOP US!!

SkekGra: ::bending their snarling face down to UrGoh's:: STOP ME.

SkekGra: ::withdrawing after a moment:: But you never will, will you. Anyway, nighty night

UrGoh: :'-( :'-( :'-(

***

::Dawn dawns::

::SkekGra arises::

::There's no UrGoh::

::They and their doob smoke are all gone::

SkekGra: O_O

SkekGra: ... :-(

SkekGra: UrGoh???

SkekGra: YOU KNOW HOW FAST I CAN CATCH UP WITH YOU RIGHT, YOU CRAWLING *NEBRIE*?

SkekGra: ...fine just go

***

SkekGra: ::attempts to go back to Conquering::

SkekGra: ::is now completely failing at Conquering::

SkekGra: ::can't concentrate on anything::

SkekGra: ::realizes to their horror that this is just not going to work anymore::

:SkekGra: ::is 100% the one who breaks first, and goes off tracking UrGoh down::

Meanwhile UrGoh: ::is desperate, despairing, and in total existential crisis::

UrGoh: ::seeks out UrVa::

UrGoh: So like there's this prophecy to save the planet, UrSkek visions and Darkening poison and the Conqueror repenting, except not really and standing there drenched in blood instead and I'm still vomiting thinking of it...and BTW should I even BE trying to fulfill this prophecy and become this thing that SkekGra just reminded me was really kinda fucked up -- but OTOH y'know, extinction-level disaster and vision from Thra, and also, I've never felt so whole before as I do with them -- so anyway what do you think, other half of SkekMal

UrVa: ............................ UrVa: .......would you like some hot tea

UrGoh: .......yes please, and would you like a doob to go with

UrVa: ...Wouldn't normally indulge especially because Thra only knows what you've spiked it with but, in the circumstances........okay

And then SkekGra finds them there and swears off Conquering Forever and, well, basically crawls (sorry Gra, but you did). And that's when they start trying to rebuild the shattered foundation of their relationship from scratch all over again, with thankfully much better success eventually. But it starts out PRETTY GOD DAMN ROUGH. ~fin :-D

[aifanfictions]

write a story about Ichigo Kurosaki saving (y/n) from a Hollow and then being shocked that she can actually see both the hollow and himm so he explains to her that he is a Grim reaper and his duty is to kill Holows, monsters that consume human souls. After many encounteds all around the Karakura town, Ichigo finally builds up the courage and asks (y/n) on a date.

Hearts Unseen

Karakura Town was known for its tranquil streets, where life unfolded peacefully for most. However, beneath the surface, it harbored secrets that only a select few could see.

(Y/N) was one of those few, though she had no idea just how unique her gift truly was. She had always been able to see spirits and otherworldly beings, a gift that both fascinated and frightened her. Little did she know that her life was about to take a thrilling turn.

One fateful evening, (Y/N) was taking a stroll through a park, her eyes inadvertently drawn to a distant, foreboding presence. It was a Hollow, a monstrous spirit with a gaping maw and an insatiable hunger for human souls. Her heart raced as she watched it approach a group of unsuspecting children.

Before she could even think, a figure in a black cloak and with a bright orange mop of hair appeared in a flash. He moved with blinding speed, a massive blade in his hand, and before (Y/N) could blink, the Hollow had been vanquished.

Staring in awe, she approached the mysterious savior. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The young man in the cloak removed his mask, revealing intense, amber eyes. "My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I'm a Soul Reaper, and it's my duty to protect the living from spirits like that Hollow."

Ichigo's words left (Y/N) speechless. She had seen spirits before, but this was different. Not only had Ichigo saved her, but she could also see both him and the Hollow with a clarity that she had never experienced before.

Ichigo noticed her confusion and said, "You can see me, can't you?"

(Y/N) nodded slowly. "Yes, but it's never been this clear. Who are you really, Ichigo?"

With a sigh, Ichigo explained his role as a Soul Reaper, someone tasked with ensuring that Hollows did not harm the living by sending them to the afterlife. He revealed that her unique ability to see both the spirits and him was a rare gift, one that could be helpful in their mission.

Over time, Ichigo and (Y/N) encountered numerous Hollows together. They fought side by side, and despite the danger, a deep bond began to form between them. Ichigo admired (Y/N)'s bravery and her willingness to help protect the living.

One evening, as the setting sun painted the sky with warm hues of orange and pink, Ichigo worked up the courage to ask (Y/N) on a date. He had saved her from countless Hollows, and he wanted to spend time with her away from the chaos of their shared duty.

"(Y/N), I was thinking... after we deal with this Hollow, would you like to go on a date with me?" Ichigo asked, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush.

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected request. She smiled warmly and nodded. "I'd love to, Ichigo."

Their first date was a simple, but beautiful affair. They went for a walk through Karakura Town, enjoying each other's company without the looming threat of Hollows. They shared stories, dreams, and even a few laughs.

As the night sky blanketed the town, Ichigo and (Y/N) found themselves standing on a quiet bridge, the soft sound of water flowing beneath them. Ichigo gazed at (Y/N) with a tender look in his amber eyes.

"(Y/N), there's something I've been wanting to do," Ichigo said, his voice soft and earnest. He reached out, gently taking her hand.

(Y/N)'s heart raced as she felt his warmth. "What is it, Ichigo?"

With a gentle tug, Ichigo pulled (Y/N) closer and leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that beautiful, timeless moment.

As they parted, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile. "That was... amazing."

Ichigo chuckled, his arm wrapping around her waist. "I'm glad you thought so. (Y/N), I want to keep fighting Hollows with you, but I also want to share moments like this. I want to protect you and be by your side, always."

(Y/N)'s heart swelled with emotion. "Ichigo, I feel the same way. I'm ready for whatever the future brings, as long as you're with me."

Their love had been born in the midst of chaos, but it was a love that would continue to grow stronger, unbreakable and enduring. Together, they would face the challenges of the spirit world and the living world, sharing a connection that transcended both.

Days turned into weeks, and Ichigo and (Y/N) continued to share their lives. They battled Hollows, explored the mysteries of their gifts, and found solace in each other's presence. Their love story was unlike any other, a blend of courage, determination, and an unbreakable bond.

One chilly evening, as autumn leaves rustled in the breeze, Ichigo and (Y/N) found themselves in a peaceful corner of Karakura Park. They sat on a bench, hands entwined, watching the sky change colors as the sun set.

Ichigo turned to (Y/N), his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I never expected to find someone like you, (Y/N). You're not just a remarkable person; you're my partner in this unique journey. I'm grateful for your presence in my life."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with love. "Ichigo, I never expected any of this either. But I'm grateful to have you by my side. You're not just a protector; you're someone who's captured my heart."

Ichigo leaned in, his lips brushing against (Y/N)'s, a soft and sweet kiss that conveyed the depth of their feelings. The kiss was a testament to their love, the culmination of a journey that had brought them together in the most unexpected way.

Their love story was like no other, and as they continued to face the challenges that the spirit world and the living world presented, they did so hand in hand. Ichigo and (Y/N) had found in each other a love that was unshakeable, an adventure that was breathtaking, and a bond that was everlasting.

In the heart of Karakura Town, beneath the moonlit sky and the protective gaze of Ichigo's amber eyes, their love story was only just beginning, a tale of courage, passion, and hearts that had seen the unseen, and had found in each other the love they had been searching for all along.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[vera-deville]

Just Like the Moon and the Tide

09/05/2023 - 10/02/2023

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Nothing here!

Gender: AFAB

Tags: @rose-the-witch1

"When I asked you to tell me about the moon and the tide, I didn't mean give me a full detailed scientific explanation," Y/N stated, heaving a sigh.

Lying next to her, a man of light-grey colored hair frowned at her words. "Perhaps you should have specified what sort of explanation you wished for." Feeling the sand in the part of his hand that didn't lay on the beach towel, he continued, "Besides, what other kind of explanation did you want? A fairy tail?"

"Actually, yes. I wanted to know if this world had some sort of fantastical tale about the moon and the tide. Something romantic and magical. Not scientific." Y/N replied. Turning her head towards Azul, she cuddled closer to him. The night wind at the beach was cold, but not enough to warrant a pile of blankets (unlike other places they'd been to).

Azul moved slightly, making sure that Y/N was comfortable, and even lifted her head to rest on top of his arm. "Why don't you tell me a tale of your world then?"

"Gladly."

And so Y/N began her tale. A tale of other-wordly beings. One with skin as pale and grey as the moon and the other with skin of seaweed green. The two were not as different as night and day. No, that was a different story for a different time. But the two were in sync with one another. The cold grey one would push and pull with all his might while the warm green one would simply succumb to his will.

There was no remarkable tragedy. No travesty. Just love.

And it was from this love that life thrived. Without the tides of their devotion, no living thing would have sustained on the planet they called home. Life would not be able to go on. And that was why the passion of the Moon and the Tide was worshipped by many.

The only sad thing was, they grew further and further apart with each coming year. It was said from the ancient days that there would come a time where the two lovers would no longer be caught in each other's embrace. And that day would be what finally extinguished life in the otherwise lively planet. There would be no great monsoon to vanquish life. No tremendous fire. No perilous evil.

Simply two lovers growing apart until one day they are lovers no more.

"That's it?" Azul asked.

"Uhhh, yeah? Why, was it bad?" Y/N asked.

"There's no lesson to be learnt, no tragedy that forcefully pulls away the two so-called lovers, no nothing!" lamented Azul. "Tales like that are supposed to have some sort of meaning to them! Not whatever this is supposed to be."

"Firstly, you're the one who asked a story from my world." Azul pouted a bit at that. "Secondly, I made up that entire story." Azul's face contorted to that of a flabbergasted one. "And thirdly," Y/N gently held Azul's face in her hands, "the moral of the story is that we'll never let us grow apart like the Moon and the Tide."

Azul's breath hitched.

"You and I? We're meant to be together forever."

Author's Note: This was VERY rushed, and admittedly not one of my best works. I've been super busy trying to get all my fics for my event for October ready (yes I started writing the October fics starting the previous month), as well as a bunch of other stuff that I unfortunately didn't put enough time for my @briarvalleyarchives fic. Hopefully it still gets added into the fic list for this month's prompt!

Thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next fic!

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