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THE FINAL CHAPTER: a rather chaotic compilation of some truly throne-ending stuff, KOTET (Battle of Odessen to Eternal Throne)
Theron: Using yourself as bait is a dangerous game. You're gonna need some help.
Aww Theron... that's nice, but Eight would be so adamant about fighting Vaylin alone since he feels it's his duty to protect them. Plus being bait means you're supposed to be the only target. Self-sacrificial lone warrior whose only ever relied on himself psych eval yadda yadda. Not that Theron or Lana would listen either, which results in an ugh fine from our favorite operative.
I guess he got so stubborn he wouldn't even let Theron on the back of his speeder (which was a glitch where Theron could only run behind him like a pet) in an attempt to leave him behind for his own safety, lol.
To make this whole outlandish scenario worse, Theron not only could not stealth the entire chapter ("Theron, you're ruining my speedrun." 'Theron!' "Well I'm sorry I don't have stealth generators like you two!") he also lost his blasters and started fistfighting Vaylin. Yes, he also fistfought the prior mobs. I was very confused as to why the enemies weren't going down fast enough with 2 comps until I looked over to see him punching skytroopers with all the damage of a wet bagel.
This is why he tried to leave you behind, Theron.
One defeated Vaylin and a storming of Zakuul Palace later, and Theron still was having the same problem of aggro-ing all the mobs due to having no stealth and only his fists, so I tried to stealth out of combat and call him over to see if he could evade them........instead, he died while Eight and Lana buried their faces in their hands.
Which was fine since it let Eight and Lana stealth for the rest of it without him, but his dead body kept showing up after them and it gave me a mental image of the two of them dragging his unconscious body behind them by the legs after he accidentally got caught in an explosion.
Not his best moment.
Valkorion: The Sith who fled her empire. And the charming spy, sired by Republic heroes. Do they truly serve you? Or do they plot your downfall, to claim the throne for their respective factions?
Eight: I'm done listening to you, old man.
"Idiot. It's the other way around," as Eight would say. He's fully aware Valkorion is making a desperate ploy right now to turn him against them, but he has thought about their loyalties ever since the start. It doesn't matter to him: he's bounced between both sides and has no right to judge. Even if they held no thought for him in the end, with him as the means for their own goals.....he'd still have fought for their sake.
Also, I lost count of how many times Eight called Valkorion a decrepit old geezer and told him to shut up these chapters.
Me, shocked: How is he tanking that lightning without a flinch?!
Then again, he did do the exact same thing during the Arcann fight, so maybe it's a combination of his sheer endurance/pain threshold as well as getting used to it. Either way, what a way to stunt on Valkorion. I'd be reeling if I threw lightning at an agent and they stood up. Extremely badass glitch.
Eight: My head's not a halfway house for immortal Sith, but I guess you found that out the hard way.
The only house it is for is Jadus, and you're no Jadus! Get lost!
Arcann: The Outlander didn't kill us. You did.
Oddly enough, I found I liked this ending more than the LS spare everyone version, most likely because it felt more cathartic for Vaylin and Arcann to face Valkorion with their full rage. Eight and Vaylin for some reason....saw eye-to-eye in their brief and vitriolic interactions, which sounds insane to say but can be attributed to how they understand primal emotion more than anything else.
It also felt more rewarding to fight the whole family with little to no help-- as an Echani warrior and one who fights alone, Eight would have it no other way; anything less than their full power would besmirch the honor of their duel and if he cannot have honor anywhere else, he'll make damn sure to have it on the battlefield. No help. No mitigation. Just his own strength, and theirs.
Lana: Theron!
Theron: Go. Save yourself. I'll cover you.
Lana: We fight together, we die together.
Theron: Now that's more like it.
The besties....;_; And poor Theron's sad face getting injured, he looks like a kicked puppy?? Why is he sad? Did it hurt that much? I really love them looking out for one another-- I rarely ever got this moment because it was always Arcann and Senya, so seeing them literally go ride or die was insane. They're lucky Eight can't hear or see them; he'd have thrashed that whole room to bits. What kind of agent would he be if his keepers had to die for him?
EAT THIS RIGHT HOOK VALKORIONNN
Eight followed Theron's example and decided Valkorion's crusty ass was overdue for a massive whoopin', and there's nothing he wanted more than to beat him to death with his bare hands. No powers. No poison. No blasters. Just the feeling of having your skull bashed in with mortal fists. As a martial artist, it was his duty to bring that Sith Lord who'd relied too long on power borrowed from others crashing back down into the cold, hard earth... starting with his body.
Can you imagine the absolute bewilderment he had to feel seeing this goddamn agent crack his knuckles and decide to go mano-e-mano to his godly self? It's the ultimate humiliation.
He beat him. He had to. For Jadus. For himself. Valkorion stood no chance at conquering his mind, to be honest-- for that to work, he himself would have to have a mind like people and on the inside....he is not that.
I'll write out exactly how I imagined it soon, but there's something about Valkorion stepping in and expecting a man, and finding instead what can only be called a wolf in his place.
I also headcanon he only used Eight as a stepping stool to get to Jadus, who shares the other side of the force bond and is his real goal to possess; but where he expected an easy fight he got a mind he couldn't break because it in no way resembled that of any other sentient he'd met. Eight's other personal stake in this is that Valkorion is blocking both sides of his and Jadus' force bond, and for this arrogant Sith to take away what had given him meaning in his life would instill a rage like he'd never known.
Eight: No more nightmares. No more interruptions from a crusty old ghost. I can get used to this.
It's finally fucking over. This was an ultimately tragic part of his life despite the good it meant for others around him and the galaxy; but it had left him isolated and more soaked in blood than the entire agent chapter. It was his duty. It was his burden. It was his wound to bear.
He's laid the dead to rest, and now he will leave. Whatever that means for him.
#swtor#kotfe/et au#it's....crazy how the Alliance usually becomes a home for other characters and it was the exact opposite for Eight#like a duty that had been hoisted on him that he had no choice to fulfill#it fed the side of him that wasn't a person but a weapon and a beast more than anything else until it was fat on blood#and....oh Eight you'll never find what you seek like this#still he leaves victory in his wake#as he always does
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Dumbledore is a Manipulative Piece of Shit: Part 1/?
Since I read the books for the first time at the age of 12, I knew I didn't trust Dumbledore. Back then, I couldn't put my finger on why. But now, a bit over a decade later, I can.
Not only can I explain why I thought something's fishy, but I can prove it is.
This is going to be a long series... but let's start at the beginning:
Halloween 1981
I'm going to go about this in chronological order of events according to book quotes I could track down.
Before the Prophecy
Circa October 24, 1979 - Lily gets pregnant with Harry. According to reverse calculating due date.
Sometime between March 1980 and October 1980 Peter Pettigrew starts spying for the Order.
"(Dumbledore) was sure that somebody close to the Potters had been keeping You-Know-Who informed of their movements...Indeed, he had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of information to You-Know-Who."
(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 205)
We know that there was a spy in the Order that fed Voldemort information before James and Lily went into hiding. Sirius mentions Peter being a spy for a long time again later in Prisoner of Azkaban:
“Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done? The Dark Lord . . . you have no idea . . . he has weapons you can’t imagine. . . . I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James. I never meant it to happen. . . . He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me —” “DON’T LIE!” bellowed Black. “YOU’D BEEN PASSING INFORMATION TO HIM FOR A YEAR BEFORE LILY AND JAMES DIED! YOU WERE HIS SPY!”
(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 374)
So we know Pettigrew spied for Voldemort for about a year, if not more, before October 1981. The reason I'm saying he might have spied for longer is that the Order noticed there was a spy during that year, there might've been months he spied but the Order was none the wiser.
The months leading up to the attack on the Potter
So, we know when Peter started feeding Voldemort information, but we need to know when exactly the prophecy was given and when James and Lily went into hiding under the Fideliulous Charm. Most fans I see, seem to think they were hiding for only a week, then Peter betrayed them and then they died that same night. I think it went a little different. I think they were hiding for much longer.
So, let's determine this from the Evidence we are given.
The picture of the Order of the Phoenix Moody shows Harry in book 5 is the final picture of the Order togather before the Potters went into hiding. Most fans date this photo to the summer of 1980. I think it has to be earlier than that for two simple reasons:
Lily isn't pregnant and Harry wasn't born
Alice isn't pregnant and Neville wasn't born
“...That’s Frank and Alice Longbottom —” Harry’s stomach, already uncomfortable, clenched as he looked at Alice Longbottom; he knew her round, friendly face very well, even though he had never met her, because she was the image of her son, Neville....
...His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man Harry recognized at once as Wormtail: He was the one who had betrayed their whereabouts to Voldemort and so helped bring about their deaths.
(Order of the Pheonix, page 174)
Remember, Harry and Neville were born at the end of July 1980, and pictures taken during that summer would show the pregnancy or taken after their births. So I think that picture was taken in 1979, although I'm uncertain exactly when. because, as I'll prove later in this post, the Potters went into hiding before Harry was born.
Next up to help us put a date to when they went into hiding is the Fidelious Charm itself, or more correctly, how it works.
The Fidelious Charm hides a piece of information within a person. It hides the phrasing of a secret, not a location.
an immensely complex spell ... involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret-Keeper, and is henceforth impossible to find -- unless, of course, the Secret-Keeper chooses to divulge it.
(Prisoner of Azkaban, 205)
It can be used to hide a location like we see the Order of the Phoenix do:
Dumbledore's Secret-Keeper for the Order, you know -- nobody can find Headquarters unless he tells them personally where it is
(Order if the Pheonix, 115)
With the phrase that Dumbledore hides being:
The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.
(Order of the Phoenix, page 58)
They use a specific phrasing to hide the Order's headquarters. The moment the Order stops existing, the house will stop being a secret. I'd argue the moment Grimmauld Place stopped being the Headquarters it stopped being a secret because this phrase applied no longer.
This is what we see with the Potter residence. Once James and Lily die, the Charm breaks and muggles make their way to the house:
“No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin’ around. He fell asleep as we was flyin’ over Bristol."
(Philosopher's Stone, page 13)
The fact muggles and Hagrid could arrive at the house and see it means the Charm broke.
We also see it in Deathly Hollows when Harry and Hemione visit the Potter's cottage:
He could see it; the Fidelius Charm must have died with James and Lily.
(Deathly Hallows, page 286)
"So what?" You may ask, "we know this already,"
True, but the reason it's important is because it hints at the phrasing used when the charm was cast. It means the phrasing of the secret Peter kept being along the lines of:
"James and Lily Potter are hiding in the Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow"
Now, this makes sense to be the secret, right, but notice, Harry isn't mentioned. If Harry was part of the secret, the charm would not have broken with James and Lily's deaths, since the secret would still protect Harry. Now, why not protect Harry as well? The whole point of the Fidelious Charm was to protect Harry, was it not?
This means the Potters went into hiding and the charm was cast before Harry was born.
More that suggests they were hiding for quite a while is Lily's letter to Sirius:
Dear Padfoot, Thank you, thank you, for Harry’s birthday present! It was his favorite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick
(Deathly Hollows, page 158)
Meaning Harry's first birthday (July, 1981) happened when they were already under the protection of the charm. As this letter was sent a short time after it (early August 1981).
James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell
(Deathly Hollows, page 158)
Also from Lily's letter to Sirius. James' restlessness definitely suggests they were hiding under the charm for a good few months before Harry's first birthday.
This dates the Prophecy and Trawlany's job interview around the first half of 1980 (January to May). This means the Potters were in hiding between a year and 4 months to a year and 9 months before their deaths.
All of this leaves us with two main oddities. Questions that just got me scratching my head:
If Peter was a spy since March 1980 at the earliest and October 1980 at the latest (but probably earlier), and the Potters went into hiding with him as the secret keeper in Earley in July 1980 at the latest, why not tell Voldemort immediately? And if he did, why did Voldemort wait a full year+ to go and kill the Potters?
It means that when Severus Snape came begging for Dumbledore to save Lily about a week before their deaths, Dumbledore already had the Potters in hiding. It means Dumbledore made Snape take an oath for him to do something he already did. So we see Dumbledore's first manipulations coming into play by fucking Severus over and taking him as a spy without actually giving anything in turn.
The first question is one I have somewhat of an answer for in my Voldemort character analysis, but this isn't this post. This is about Dumbledore's crimes.
The Night Everything Happened
Now we arrive at the night that changed the Wizarding World and the life of one Harry Potter. October 31st, 1981.
I time Voldemort’s arrival at Godric's Hollow at the late evening (around 8 PM). This is due to children being allowed outside still:
The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop window covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trapping of a world in which they did not believe
(Deathly Hollows, page 295)
And Harry (a year and four months old infent) still being awake, but clearly preparing for bed:
the tall black haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas
(Deathly Hollows, page 295)
So, Voldemort arrives at Godric's Hollow around 8:00 PM, let's say, 15 to 20 minutes later, James and Lily are dead, Voldemort’s body is destroyed and he runs off to Albania. Baby Harry is crying and the Fidelious is broken.
Now, things get interesting. Well, more interesting.
We know the first on the scene is Peter Pettigrew, arriving around 8:30 PM, and retrieving Voldemort’s wand. We don't actually know when or if this happened beyond a quote from JKR, but as muggles and aurors searched the house, it's unlikely Voldemort’s wand was there and undiscovered.
Then Pettigrew ran away to the muggle street where he would meet Sirius.
The second on the scene is Reberus Hagrid.
Hagrid arrives sometime later when muggled started looking into what happened now that the Fidelious Charm is broken:
“No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin’ around. He fell asleep as we was flyin’ over Bristol."
(Philosopher's Stone, page 13)
Around the same time Pettigrew arrived at Godric's Hollow, Sirius probably saw Peter wasn't home and realized the Fidelious was broken. So he heads to Godric's Hollow.
The night they died, I’d arranged to check on Peter, make sure he was still safe, but when I arrived at his hiding place, he’d gone. Yet there was no sign of a struggle. It didn’t feel right. I was scared. I set out for your parents’ house straight away. And when I saw their house, destroyed, and their bodies . . . I realized what Peter must’ve done . . . what I’d done. . . .
(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 365)
Sirius reaches the Potters and meets Hagrid there, outside the house, Harry already in Hagrid's arms:
“I met him!” growled Hagrid. “I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people! It was me what rescued Harry from Lily an’ James’s house after they was killed! Jus’ got him outta the ruins, poor little thing, with a great slash across his forehead, an’ his parents dead . . . an’ Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin’ motorbike he used ter ride. Never occurred ter me what he was doin’ there. I didn’ know he’d bin Lily an’ James’s Secret-Keeper. Thought he’d jus’ heard the news o’ You-Know-Who’s attack an’ come ter see what he could do. White an’ shakin’, he was. An’ yeh know what I did? I COMFORTED THE MURDERIN’ TRAITOR!” Hagrid roared.
(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 206)
Sirius then goes after Pettigrew, after failing to take Harry from Hagrid and figuring he'd rather chase the rat down before he disappears. We all know how that ends, as Hagrid takes Harry according to Dumbledore's orders.
‘Give Harry ter me, Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll look after him —’ Ha! But I’d had me orders from Dumbledore, an’ I told Black no, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an’ uncle’s. Black argued, but in the end he gave in. Told me ter take his motorbike ter get Harry there. ‘I won’t need it anymore,’ he says. “I shoulda known there was somethin’ fishy goin’ on then. He loved that motorbike, what was he givin’ it ter me for? Why wouldn’ he need it anymore? Fact was, it was too easy ter trace.
(Prisoner of Azkaban, page 206)
This quote has quite a few interesting things about Dumbledore, Hagrid and Sirius.
First, Hagrid says Dumbledore gave him orders to take Harry to the Dursleys. This order was given before Sirius went after Peter, before he was arrested and sent to Azkaban.
This is illegal. At this point in time Sirius was Harry's legal godfather and guardian, and yet Dumbledore gave Hagrid this order. And yes, you could argue it was because he knew Sirius was the Secret Keeper and was wary of him, but:
“Hagrid,” said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. “At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?” “Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. “Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I’ve got him, sir.” “No problems, were there?”
(Philosopher's Stone, page 13)
Dumbledore hears Hagrid met Sirius when retrieving Harry and shows no concern. Like he doesn't consider Sirius a threat to Hagrid and Harry. But then, why take Harry away? Why support Sirius' arrest? (More on that in a later post)
Not only is all this highly illegal but how did Dumbledore know when the Potters died?
JK explained he had some magical alarms in place, but that means at the earliest he would've known the moment Voldemort entered the premises. But he knew before. He knew James and Lily would die that day before they died.
How do I know that?
Simple, Hagrid can't apparate and didn't arrive via broom or floo.
Hogwarts, where Hagrid is during October as Grounds keeper, is in the Scottish Highlands (Higher up as they travel for about 9-10 hours by train from Kings Cross to reach Hogwarts as they leave at eleven and arrive for dinner). Godric's Hollow is in West Country, England. This distance is a 9-10 hour drive (672.03 km, 417.58 miles).
It means that for Hagrid to arrive by 9 PM at Godric's Hollow, Dumbledore told him to go fetch Harry, the order was given to Hagrid between 11-12 noon on October 31st.
This already paints Dumbledore in a bad light, it means he planned this. I'd argue he even planned for Voldemort to hear of the Prophecy (but that's a different post). But it means Dumbledore planned for the Potters to be killed that night.
Second, Hagrid is right about Sirius giving his bike being odd (But that's a different post about the Fidelious Charm). But, in short, something was up and Sirius knew, at least somewhat, that he was doomed.
The Boy Who Lived
Finally, we arrive at the first chapter of Philosopher's Stone. We follow Vernon Dursely throughout his day on November 1st. We know that because we see the Wizarding World celebrating the death of Voldemort:
He’d (Mr. Dursley) forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker’s. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn’t know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn’t see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. “The Potters, that’s right, that’s what I heard —” “ — yes, their son, Harry —” Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
(Philosopher's Stone, page 6)
So, McGonagall is watching over the Dursleys throughout November 1st. It means Harry arrived at the Dursleys around midnight between November 1st and November 2nd.
Hagrid and Harry left Godric's Hollow on Sirius' flying motorbike around 10 PM at the latest on October 31st. So what was Hagrid doing with Harry in these 26 hours?
The only information we have is that Harry: "fell asleep over Bristol,"
Thing is, if we go back to the map of the UK.
Bristol is not really on the way from Godric's Hollow to Surry.
But it is closer to the flight path between Godric's Hollow and Hogwarts.
(The locations are estimated for fictional locations but are based on what I know. Regardless, West Country to Surry won't pass over Bristol, while West Country to the Scottish Highlands is likely to, so the point stands)
In conclusion, Dumbledore manipulated Harry's life, his parents' deaths, Snape, Sirius, and Hagrid, and fucked them all over for the sake of his grand plan of defeating Voldemort.
What else went into his plan and who else he fucked over, will be covered in the next installments.
#harry potter#harry potter theory#harry potter thoughts#wizarding world#overthinking#hp theory#hollowedtheory#albus dumbledore#sirius black#james potter#lily potter#peter pettigrew#Dumbledore Analysis#lord voldemort#voldemort#first wizarding war#lily evans#severus snape
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Sending in this ask to say !! I would LOVE to read a ramble about the Polyverse plot and I am prompting you to use this ask to ramble /nf
FNF Polyverse plot is very convoluted because as I've said before. It's an RP run by like 7-8 people and we don't stop eachother from indulging. But I suppose I can explain it >>;
Ramble under the cut!
Our story begins YEARS before the actual events of FNF take place. On a computer owned by a really talented coder we named Admin for short. Admin is really good at what they do- they even made their own firewall.
What they didn't realize was the firewall was so well made it was actually Sentient.
Admin for unknown reasons, abandoned their dream of being a coder for a really long time, leaving their sentient firewall all on its own, and it gets really really lonely- deciding to act on its own according. It catches a virus- but instead of getting rid of it, it let's the virus stay- and eventually through contact to the firewall, the virus also gains sentience.
These two are Chaos and Order. The Virus and The Firewall.
Together, the two of them used the code leftover on the computer to make their OWN world. A game world. Their own personal Earth. On this Earth, they made a race of beings called The Ancients who had the ability to change their appearance by will alone. They were shape shifters! And for a awhile things were great.
Until The Ancient Civil War.
Half of The Ancients so closely followed Order's teachings of law and right and wrong that they thought the whole of earth should value Order more, the other half saw Chaos' teachings of self control and freedom as more important, and when their wills so strongly aligned, they would shift to look like Angel and Demons respectively.
Despite Chaos and Orders pleas, Angels and Demons fought long and hard- they killed eachother- destroyed the earth in the process. Till eventually the sides realized they were at a stalemate. Angels and Demons chose to flee- with EVERY Angel fleeing to a plane above Earth they created called Heaven and with MOST of the Demons fleeing to a plane far below it, called Hell.
The Ancient Civil War was put on hold- and while the two sides were away, Chaos and Order began to put earth back together. This time with more species and varying beliefs. Humans- robots- ectect. The demons were still there because of their whole "freewill" thing but it wasn't an issue without The Angels.
This is obviously where a lot of the plot splits off, as with more creations and the earth fully healed up like this, it's obviously where different arcs come into play with the other people RPing. However my arc was BFs.
The Angel's were PISSED that the demons were still occupying earth. They felt as though the stalemate wasn't really a stalemate and vowed to destroy them all- however how to do that? How to break a stalemate with a creature that's biologicaly as strong as you? New weapons.
So a good half of the angels gave up their form to create this giant biblically accurate angel toothpaste lookin ass glob of power named The Collective - in order to CONDENSE huge peices of their code to make more powerful bio weapons.
The first three failed as you might have guessed- the 5th was SO perfect, their PERFECT Hero, that they stuffed the 4th one that was being made along side him into a robot body to go down to earth with him.
This as might have guessed, was BF. or Keith as we call him.
Keith is the Angel's perfect angelic bio weapon, destined to be sent to earth to grow up and then slaughter everyone on earth the Angel's deem unworthy to be there.
But while Miku is off getting money to keep the two of them fed and happy as her programming is designed to do- Bf falls in love. With a lot of people. A Demon girl named Lucy, Aka Gf, who the collective would obviously not approve of as a demon, A flawed murderous man by the name of Pico, who's acts of violence outweigh many of his good deeds, and a Ghost/Demon hybrid named Eric who had been stuck in a video game for so long he honestly is an abomination.
But BF LOVED them. For their flaws. For their personality. Every part of them was something he cherished. So when Miku brought him to The Collective to explain his purpose, he turned them down. Refusing to be Their Hero. Insisting that Demons and Angels didn't have to fight like this.
But The Collective had been stuck together for so long that it corrupted them- they had no room to doubt their choices and ended up chasing BF and his partners out of heaven in this epic violent chase sequence- where it then tripped, and fell off the side of the plane. Falling deep into the code when Chaos and Order dismantled it.
Leaving the 4 Poly pals to love eachother on Earth among the other angels and demons who changed their minds.
All of that though is BFs arc! There's a few other arcs like how Skid and his dad The Eyes of The Universe needed to make up in order to stop Eyes from dismantling the whole code of the game- which is how we have so many duplicate modes characters like the remixs and aus, because Polyverse is technically filled with a bunch of Holes from The Eyes. And the Eddsworld arc where BF helped Tord reconnect with his friends. The Omori arcs where he got new siblings who adopted him from the crew of FNF characters. Ectect.
We did a lot. We're technically still doing things. That's how Silly Billy/Yourself was added recently. Every new mod is a new addition to Polyverse! ^^
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Don't Let This Darkness Fool You
Summary: Joel's journey to sobriety [1.1k]
Author's note: idk how i feel about this
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, ANGST, TW ADDICTION, misuse of drugs and alcohol, mention of Sarah's death and Ellie's time in FEDRA school, chronic pain, symptoms of withdrawal, Joel trying to make peace with his past, happy ending
The first time Joel goes to a meeting, he sits in the back and says nothing. He watches person after person get up and talk at the front of the room like it's the easiest thing in the world. He doesn't move. He can barely breathe in the musty church rec room as he listens to their stories and finds pieces of himself in each. The survivor left to carry on when everyone else died or left; the bereaved parent; the ruthless dealer shaking down clients to make ends meet; the addict.
Joel never felt the need to examine his relationship with substances. He drank and smoked and made bad decisions as a teenager and into young adulthood, which is partly how he became a single parent at twenty-two. After Sarah was born, he didn't have the time or energy to party anymore. Sure, he had a beer or two here, but never anything close to a bender. He always had to wake up for work and make sure Sarah got to school on time. He would just be setting himself up for failure if he drank heavily.
Then Sarah died, and nothing mattered anymore. The FEDRA doctor gave him a bottle of painkillers for the stitches on the side of his head, and he never thought twice about it. At first, it was manageable. A drink here, some pills there. His kid had just died. He was allowed to grieve however he wanted to, or that was his reasoning, at least, when it became harder to get under control. He would go from being fine to the throes of withdrawal and back to the hazy stupor that rendered him incapable of function. It was a cycle. One that Tess and Tommy hated, but he was always sober when they needed him to be, or he tried to be.
That entire year spent with Ellie, he was more scared of what would happen if he did touch the stuff than if he didn't. His objective was no longer how fast he could get his next fix. It was how fast he could get Ellie fed or somewhere safe. When they finally settled in Jackson, he felt like he could relax without the help of a neat whiskey or a handful of menacing white pills. He was good. He kicked his nasty little habit that followed him for decades and cold turkey at that. He was fine. Until the trauma from the previous twelve months finally caught up with him.
His back was permanently fucked up from falling off the horse in Colorado. He got horrible headaches, which were probably the result of one too many hits to the head and neck. His wrist clicked in pain every time he moved it too fast, and he couldn't sleep. The Jackson doctor cautiously prescribed him anti-anxiety medication and painkillers. And goddammit, if those little pills didn't make him feel the tiniest bit better. He could feel the spiral start again but was too scared to voice it or ask for help.
It wasn't until that night when he stumbled home drunk and a little high after a patrol shift and found Ellie doing homework at the dinner table. He slurred an apology, and she eyed him like a dangerous stranger when he sat across from her. They got into a fight. Joel doesn't remember what it was about, but he remembers going to bed feeling stone-cold sober even though the alcohol was still thrumming through his veins. In the morning, Ellie admitted that she hated when he drank because it reminded her of the FEDRA soldiers loudly coming home from QZ bars. Drunk men with authority and weapons are enough to scare anyone, let alone a little girl. Joel promised her it would never happen again, and he fully intended to keep his promise, but he'd be lying if he said it was easy to quit.
His hands shook in pain for the first few days, and he constantly felt sick. He was sweaty and irritable and uncomfortable. It didn't help that the other patrolmen would ask him to join them for a drink after patrols. He almost folded once. He was almost over the threshold of the Tipsy Bison before he doubled back and ended up at Tommy's door, crumpling in on himself from pain and withdrawal. It was Tommy who mentioned something about the drug addict's anonymous support group. "I'll even come with ya." His brother offered as he rubbed his back like Joel was a fussy infant instead of a grown man.
So, that's how Joel found himself white-knuckling his way through a DAA meeting with Tommy at his side. Tommy assured him that everything said in the meeting was privileged and couldn't leave the church doors. Joel was safe to say anything, and he would receive support. Still, he was so scared. He just sat and watched. It would take two more months of tears, sleepless nights, and fighting temptation before he found the strength to walk down to the front of the room.
"Hi, my name's Joel and… I'm, uh," he stumbled. "I'm an addict." He shared the bits of his story he felt comfortable sharing, but his hands wrung nervously the whole time. He was waiting for the room to turn on him or for the world to end (again), but it didn't. He said the worst things about himself and everything was… fine. "I just… wanna do better for my," he breathed deeply. "For my Ellie." He awkwardly thanked the group and moved to sit back down when the group leader, a kind-looking woman named Shawna, stopped him.
"How long have you been sober, Joel?" She asked softly, and he cleared his throat.
"'Bout four months, ma'am." He said, and she quickly turned to grab something out of her bag. Before he could ask what she was looking for, she pressed a dented circle into his hand and smiled.
"Now, it ain't as pretty as the ones back in the day, but you should be just as proud." She said before encouraging the group to applaud Joel. He felt silly receiving the praise, but when he sat back down, he couldn't ignore how much better he felt.
He didn't look at what Shawna gave him until after the meeting. He thought it was a personal thing he should see only when alone. He waited until his boots were off and he was comfortable on the couch before fishing the wonky thing out of his pocket and looking at it. It was obviously made from scrap pieces of metal, and the engraving was all wrong, but the words "4 months sober" still made him beam with pride. Joel stared at it for a few minutes before walking upstairs to Ellie's empty room and scribbling a note on her desk.
When Ellie gets home from studying with Dina and Jesse, she finds the coin on her desk beside a note in Joel's blocky handwriting. It reads, "Every single one is for you. It's all for you."
#joel miller angst#joel miller#the last of us#joel miller the last of us#joel miller fic#joel tlou#tlou angst#the last of us angst#the last of us fic#joel and ellie
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Crowns/Swords | Midmysticx&/Kaboodle
Mid is not a warrior in the full sense, but she has been here too long for this not to change her. She's not a warrior in the full sense, but she still picked up a sword and fought because that's what this world was about.
And in the end she managed to become – not dangerous, just a builder, just a quest maker – but she never forgot how to hold a sword and shield and how to defend herself and how to attack and how to kill. She had zero kills in statistics, but it never changed anything.
She stays on spawn for a long time, just building, and building, and building, and building. And most people are just letting her be! New members – because she is a builder, someone absolutely harmless, someone they have no excuse to kill, and veterans – as someone they have known for too long, with whom they fought side by side, out of respect familiar to those who were in this world for far too long.
And – despite the fact that she builds and needs as many inventory slots as possible, she never puts the sword away. It is personally forged by Clown, a welcome back gift and a reminder of their connection. A lightweight bastard sword, shimmering purple, curving inwards, and topped with black decorative patterns. A harmless toy but a deadly weapon, because there was no thing created by Clown that was not invented for killing. She happily accepted the gift, hugged Clown, and then waved and shouted after him for a long time. She wasn't going to fight anyone, but she always had the sword with her anyway, and no one even dared to think about taking it away.
It's a quiet life. She doesn't have to think about much. There are enough things in her secret base under spawn to keep her fed and clothed, and wool and concrete farms supply all the necessary materials. People drop in to see her – just to say hello, just to find out how she is, just to share the news, just to chat – but they don't stay long, flying past the fish stuck in the current, returning to the deaths and murders.
And then the spawn turns out to be blown up – this is how people talk about it, and Mid, remembering the wastelands of previous seasons, looks at the destruction with a smile – and the seasonal winds bring Kaboodle to spawn like a nimble lyretail. She, like surprisingly many people lately, calls herself a pacifist. Zam hands Kaboodle a task, and she accepts it as an order.
This is what distinguishes the two of them significantly: Mid could stop fighting, but she never called herself a pacifist. She had nothing against murder and violence; she just had more interesting things to do. If she had to fight, she fought, and if she lost, she died. It was a part of the server – but Kab, it seemed to her, would definitely have called herself a pacifist just to save herself. Not that Mid blamed her for that, of course. There was nothing terrible about wanting to live.
Kab stays on spawn for a long time, repairing destroyed buildings, and Mid is here all day anyway, so they see each other over and over again even without much desire – they fly past, exchange greetings, collide foreheads. Mid pranks her a couple of times, Kab gets scared and laughs and builds equanimity, and they jokingly chat for a long time, starting laughing and shoving every now and then. They may not know each other too well, but their vibes fit each other. Mid shares build materials with her. Kab gives her a fragrant armful of black lilacs. Mid hits her on the top of the head and screams and laughs for a long time. She leaves lilacs in a vase at home and takes care of them.
Kab calls herself a pacifist, but she continues to carry a sword. This is Staboodle, one of its many versions, and even without knowing the history, Mid could still easily guess who forged this sword for her. In the style of Clown's weapons, there was that simultaneous precision but also sophistication that was not inherent to anyone else on the server, and blue lines on the staboodle were forming into graceful waves that diverged in the hilt. Mid had never seen the sword from the outside of its case, but she didn't need to.
It doesn't take her long to realize that Kab is not really a pacifist – not that she doesn't adhere to pacifist principles, because it was obvious from the very beginning, but that she doesn't kill just for her own purposes. Mid is perceptive in her own way, but that doesn't change anything. There was no innocent person on the Lifesteal, and even if there were, Mid wouldn't be interested in them, and Kab was funny.
Once upon a time, an infinity ago, Mid was a queen. But the further she went forward, without aging or changing, the further she found herself from humanity, until the only thing she could carry was her own knowledge. She was a queen, even if her kingdom continued to live without her for many centuries, independently deciding its own fate, and, even if her power could be called rather symbolic, she never lost her title. And if she remained the queen, then there could be a beautiful consort in the kingdom, right? She had never put a crown on someone else's head before, but she was excited even by the prospect.
She's not stupid, but she's definitely inspired by the idea. There is naivety in this, but she likes to just... not pay attention. She talks to Kab, and she laughs, and they walk around the spawn that is being destroyed and restored over and over again – a ghostly image on a ghostly image, like there is at least a moment for a simple walk and smile at each other, and something about it gives Mid faith that there is still a salvation.
And she should understand cycles, she should see their flows and patterns in the fabric of reality, but for some reason she doesn't – and that's solely why the moment where Kaboodle threatens to kill her turns out to be so sudden. Glass waves on the Staboodle are merged into a crushing tsunami at the tip of the blade. Stained with Planet's blood, the glass blade turned almost black, and Mid gives Kab her – haha! – heart, because she has no choice. It is also quite expected that after that she demands Mane to cleave Kab's head off in return.
#lsyuriweek#lsshipping#i had like ZERO free time on the last week and its still very rushed but i wanna post it#i watched mids vods for this but I don't think I've been able to actually grasp her character and my perception of her tho#romantic stuff is hard for me but i had tried my best!#d.fics#midmysticx#kaboodle
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˜”*°•.˜”*°• Solo: Pure Imagination (EN) •°*”˜.•°*”˜
TW: Violence; Torture.
The lights of the badly illuminated room flickered- the smell of dry blood apparent for anyone with a good sense of smell, and the Sinner was opening his eye -for his disgrace- in this seedy basement.
He was tied to a chair, with strong ropes and some simple yet efficient plastic handcuffs around his wrists, just in case.
"Shit...don't fuck with me!" He knew why he was here. A moment ago, (or perhaps hours ago) the assassin found the place he was living at, entered the apartment by force, and she didn't take long in putting him to sleep to bring him here.
This wasn't the first time she did this with someone else, but it also wasn't the first time this specific Sinner tried to avoid paying what him and the mute agreed upon.
Leaving her phone on the only table there was, the fallen angel would let a single song play in the background for them both, on loop, not too loud but not too low either.
◸Well, you're finally awake.◿
Her mind invaded the other's to be able to communicate with that voice that resonated with an echo, and for one reason or another, that only managed the poor bastard to let out a small yelp.
It didn't take long for this one to intensify once Neo walked closer, taking the cigarette that rested between her lips, and holding it between index and thumb to press the point against the exposed shoulder of the Sinner.
"AAAAUGH! Fuck!-" The voice of the demon broke a bit with something as simple as that, but the sadism in the ex-Exorcist's face only got fed, apparent in the form of a half-smile.
"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...I'm sorry! I-I know I'm late with the payment-" The Sinner breathed heavily while trying to look for an excuse, but it was the third time, and that meant that the patience of the assassin reached its limit.
Walking in circles around the chair while the clicking of her heels resonated around the room, -like if she was some kind of predator- Neo only stopped once behind the chair, leaning a bit from behind while breathing calmly, and with the smile still being present before she picked the round chin of the demon from behind, with one of her gloved hands.
◸I gave you options to pay for making me wait, but I need the money. Now. It's nothing personal, only business. And you know well what were the conditions when you decided to hire me. Third time's the charm, love. I also need to survive.◿
Honestly, Neo wouldn't like to be in the place of these fuckers, without power, or talent, and at this point, with no family or friends.
◸You offered me the life of your only friends and the only family you had left. What a little bastard you are. Everything only to save your ass, but was it worth it?◿
Letting the chin go, the mute took a step back to have more room, and then kicked the chair so it could fall to the front, managing for the Sinner to hit his face against the hard and cold floor, and with him letting out another painful sob.
Before he could even try to move to fall on his side, the ex-Exorcist manifested her Angelic weapon in one hand, and then unsheathed the hidden blade of the parasol to make a fast and clean cut behind the knees of the demon.
"A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" From the pain itself, the Sinner tried to move however he could, well tied to the seat and finally moving enough to get on his side; tears apparent on his only eye.
The smell of fresh blood had Neo smiling a little more, to the point her teeth could be seen slightly, and inevitably, the fallen angel let her tongue pass over her lips.
◸Shhh...tsch, tsch, tsch...◿ Getting closer, the assassin got down on one knee, tightening her fist around the handle of her sword, and getting the bloodied blade closer to her mouth to clean it with her tongue.
After letting a soft chuckle escape her defective throat, the woman let the point of her sword rest mere centimeters away from the Sinner's face.
◸You can survive being crippled if you're witty, but it will be your choice. You either tell me where you hide the money in that shitty apartment of yours, or I will kill you here and now.◿ After making a small pause, Neo couldn't help but rejoice in the absolute terror that she could read on the face of the demon, who was having difficulty to answer, with how much he was crying.
◸Well?◿ Tilting her head to the side, the ex-Exorcist smiled with false kindness. It always helped to present herself to the Sinners with her more humanoid form. It helped to remind them she was closer to being an Exorcist than a demon, or that's what she thought, but it was efficient.
"The...the...the closet of my room has a double floor- please, I swear...I swear!...you can find all the money I have in there, take it all- but please...let me live...I beg of you!" Between sob and sob, the Sinner closed his eye and avoided looking directly to the other, whom let her own expression to soften a little.
◸See? It wasn't all that hard in the end!◿ While she communicated so, she let her free hand pat the poor bastard's cheek, and then, Neo got back up and got closer to the table where her phone was, taking it, and keeping it in one of her pockets.
"A-Aren't you going to free me? Please- I said I wasn't lying...p-please...don't leave me here-"
Biting her bottom lip, and laughing softly again, the assassin looked over her shoulder and then turned around, sheathing her sword back to the other piece of her parasol, and letting this one rest over her shoulder after.
◸You can figure out how to get out, but I don't want you to get too far in case you're lying to me. You can't even trust your own shadow in a place like this, eh?◿
She was half-smiling, confidently. She was disgusting, but it's not like the demon could do much in a situation like this.
Turning around again, the mute let the profound sounds of her throat hum the song that the phone has been playing, and then, she got on her way to get out by the main exit.
Instead of communicating anything via telepathy, she looked behind for a last time, and waved her goodbyes with the free hand before going out, closing the door behind her, and leaving the Sinner in complete silence. Alone in the dark.
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Ask and you shall receive /silly
It's not a full idea but it's a concept :3
I thought why not have Shroomy feel like he's been ignored and kicked to the wayside for far too long?
Smg3 needs some help getting a hold of new stock (not re-stocks, new bombs and weapons), he's tried many other places but to no luck. He remembers Shroomy knows how to make any weapon from basically nothing/just has stuff laying around he's made (example being the nukes for War on Beeg Smg4 he just for some reason had)
Smg3 calls him up to ask if he can help. Smg3 being Smg3 would let it slip that Shroomy was his last pick. By this point Shroomy, and by extension Anti, are fed up with being shoved to the side and used just for a joke, now only being used because he just so happens to have a use to them. He talks with him for a bit but eventually just blows up, he's just pissed off at this point. Even some Anti slips out in his outburst.
He hangs up the phone (breaks it) and Smg3 is just left standing there in shock. He goes to Smg4 to tell him what just happened (I feel like Smg4 would genuinely say "Who-?" and Smg3 is like "Oh my fucking god we're terrible friends-")
They go over to talk to him but it ends in another outburst, he brings up not being updated like the others have and just being forgotten about and he kicks the 2 of them out. Welp, now what?
That's mainly what I got. I came up with this from a few things.
1. People have been pretty vocal about wanting Shroomy back
2. It just feels like he's been thrown out by Luke and Kevin despite being the first actual original character
3. There's an episode where towards the end Shroomy legit says "Oh gee, seems like they forgot about me again.. heheh.." I can't remember which episode so someone will have to tell me
And
4. He wasn't invited to the 2022 Christmas party. Ofc you can chalk it up to him spending it with Lady D and his cousins but still
Personally I feel like this could be a mini arc. This could involve the other forgotten characters but would mainly be about Shroomy and Anti seeing as they were the ogs. I wouldn't want this to be solved with just one episode, a series of episodes could work better.
Hell, you could even include Mr Puzzles, he could be like a devil on the shoulder, coaxing and further fueling Shroomy's mental state by fabricating recordings or hell, even recording an actual conversation the others had about him
It could really go anywhere but a mini arc that would result in him and others being updated and used more would be cool
@blu193 :3
Edit: Corrections in the comments, point still stands/silly
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At least maybe in this world Alucard can get the ending he wants? Sure Jonathan might not be 100% human physically anymore but he’s still human, you know? And very ready to get some Alucard murdering done.
The questions to consider:
Can Jonathan's kukri do the job of putting him down permanently?
I'm sure something could be cooked up about him and the blade having potency from back home, having successfully slain the Original Dracula and carried over supernatural juice. That or some plot rule about it being further magically honed to the point where the combo of weapon and wielder make the slaying possible. There'd be a requisite ~Thou Art Not Worthy~ moment in which some villain makes a wrong assumption, snatches up the kukri and goes for the kill--only for Alucard to once again pop back up, all smiles. No Jonathan = No potency. RIPieces.
Is Jonathan allowed the narrative opportunity to slay Alucard?
Remember, Jonathan is used to biting increasingly horrifying and/or infuriating bullets for the sake of a Greater Good (up until it involves Mina, who overrules everything). The fact that Alucard is technically Dracula doesn't automatically allow him to override the Greater Good needs just because there's an innate urge to carve the bastard up.
Because Alucard is
1) Insanely overpowered to the point that he has such a puny weak point that it takes THE ENTIRE HELL-MESS OF THE SERIES to allow Millennium the one (1) window of opportunity to poison his power well and temporarily un-exist him and
2) Unfortunately very necessary for Hellsing's whole vampire hunting mission. Seras' presence at least proves they aren't in full 'all vampires are automatically evil and need slaying!!!' mentality, which helps. But even with Hellsing's forces and Seras and (for the foreseeable future) Jonathan's own cryptid strengths in the field, Alucard is THE major player on their side. If Jonathan just up and slew him, where would that leave the heroes? Or the world?*
(*Aside, it would be hilarious if Jonathan just lopped his head off, full dust dissolve, and Walter and Millennium and Anderson all simultaneously dropped dead of a mass rage aneurysm because THEY didn't get to have their special grisly shounen battle pissing match.)
Anyway.
It boils down to Jonathan having to extremely grudgingly play placid with Alucard's presence. Which Alucard would happily take advantage of in two directions.
First, the obvious baiting to try and wheedle fights out of him. Both when he'd wipe the floor with Jonathan and when he's juiced up enough by the plot to take him on in full.
Second, the likewise obvious wheedling about his liminal relationship with humanity and pulling a 'we're not so different' with the whole acknowledgment of God's less than sterling record when it comes to their histories, no matter how many amens are thrown around. Alucard would be bothering this dude like a cat who's found the one person in the room who wants less than nothing to do with him.
...and then.
Then would come the slaughter in the hotel.
Even if Jonathan wasn't there, he'd see the footage. He'd know Integra technically gave the order and allowed Alucard to go wild. Soldiers slaughtered over a lie they were fed. Innocent bystanders caught in needless crossfire. Bodies speared on flagpoles. For the pageantry of it. All when it's glaringly obvious that Alucard, being Alucard, could've swatted the whole problem without killing a single one of them. (Just like he never had to shoot Seras over the vampire in the little village.)
Because Jonathan Harker, the real one, not the flimsy blotted-out stand-in Alucard likely knew in his universe, is not meant to be here. He's not meant to swallow all this aggro horror bullshit and keep trucking without issue. The fact that Seras seemingly gets over it within the night (or at least successfully represses it) also has to be a blow. All that being said, I think that arc would be the absolute closest Jonathan would come to snapping and trying to put Alucard down once he was in reach.
I imagine Walter, Pip or Seras might try to stop him. (For the first time, Alucard pulls one of his guns on Pip and Walter pre-betrayal and commands Seras to stand down.)
I imagine Integra might be on the edge of 'ordering' Alucard to stop him, whatever that might entail. (Alucard communicates, verbally or otherwise, that if she makes him kill this man, there will be such swift Hell to pay that she won't have time to articulate a single syllable in time to stop him.)
I imagine there being a surprisingly close fight. And an even more grief-inducing close to said fight when, of course, Jonathan still can't kill him--if not due to ability, then due to the Needs of the Many Outweigh the Lives of Collateral Damage. It's not allowed. Alucard is almost sickeningly sincere in his condolences. (I picture him treasuring his first and only wound in centuries--a clean red scar, just above his brow, where a shovel spade once cut him in another unlife. It never goes away. He loves it.)
Time would have to pass. The big ugly climax comes along. Jonathan has to watch the bloody purging of Alucard's internal army to put down Millennium and Iscariot's forces in the midst of an already-insane slaughter of the country. Anderson happens. Walter happens. The blimp happens. And I think, for a perfectly bittersweet irony?
Jonathan saves Alucard's life.
Specifically, by using his special kukri on Schrodinger the False Child, who was meant to poison Alucard at his core.
There's something vicious in how once upon a time Jonathan was willing to get himself killed to save a stolen child from Castle Dracula's bloodsuckers, and was unable to, only to arrive at slaying a monster in the shape of a smiling young boy to protect a version of Dracula himself. Bonus points if Schrodinger gets a full ??? reaction upon realizing, oh, wait, this blade has genuinely killed him and he won't be coming back--the cat is no longer in the box, the cat is out and he is dead--before he could taint Alucard and vanish him.
Alucard is both a little huffy and over-the-moon fucking insufferable about the revelation.
For mercy's sake, we'll say that maybe killing Schrodinger had some delayed magic effect that finally FINALLY allows Jonathan to zap back home to Mina in his proper universe before he has to put up with Alucard forcing a friendship necklace on him or something.
(No, he does not want to talk about where all this blood and evil catboy gristle came from, darling. He would like a very long nap. Wake him in a few days, please.)
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i just love how charmingly sassy and determined the firey lady Ragnvindr is.
also i can see her having a geo or dendro vision , but the story i have in mind plays out the same way ; the future lady Ragnvindr , being utterly fed up with the lack of information on this troublesome 'dark knight hero' decides to take matters into her own hands by catching this rogue in the act.
every time that blasted fool in the black cloak is mentioned in the papers , diluc comes home to her injured ..
so one way or another , she's giving that damned vigilante hell to pay for getting her dear Diluc hurt!
thus a trap was set for the so-called hero , and how later that night diluc the dark knight hero found himself on his knees and chained to a stone stele / bound up snug by an irate pair of overgrown fanged flowers and dangling a few feet off the ground .
when first trying to free himself , diluc the dark knight hero was quietly impressed by the effort that was put into capture him.
after his restraints didn't give , he tried to reach for his weapon when his captor spoke up from behind him.
"as pretty as you are trapped like this , im still rather tempted to just throw you to the Knights and let you be their headache for a change" an annoyed voice growled from the darkness ,with the light from the lantern belonging to the voice somewhat blinding diluc the hero as his captor walks up to him and plucks his weapon out of his reach.
the future lady Ragnvindr was quietly examining her quarry's weapon when the sound of that damned hero trying to free himself started up again.
(geo version)
"why , you little-!" and with an annoyed growl , she tightened up the chains on the stone stele and just to make sure that fool didn't get cocky again ; locks were applied to all of his shackles and to add insult to injury , a collar was locked on his neck and it was structured so he couldn't turn his head..
(dendro version)
"why you little-!" and with an annoyed growl , a 3rd fanged flower joined its brethren in re-adjusting the restraints of the thorn in their mistress' side .
the 3 fanged flowers take great joy in further tangling the great hero up in the vines , only pausing to laugh and clap their leaves when their prey makes an unexpected noise.
once the 3 fanged flowers' collective giggling died down , they present their work to their mistress. and before they could fall into another round of raucous laughter ,with a snap of her fingers the flowers are replaced with 2 sturdy constructs holding - wait is he blushing?
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"e v e r y damn time , you're in the news , diluc ends up injured somehow .. so keep you hands off of him , or things will get unpleasant for you" , the last line was punctuated with her grabbing the collar of her boyfriend's that pain in her butt's shirt.
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(≧﹏ ≦) can't believe i lost steam at the end , or it got this long , and lewd OTL
but yeah , i bet that before he revealed his true identity to her , lady Ragnvindr wasn't very fond of the dark knight hero.
and well , wouldn't you get protective of diluc when there's a shady vigilante up to something running 'bout mondstat at night?
OMGSJHDJS OMGSHAHDB - i’m sorry it took a while to answer this, but thank you for sending this to me, tumblr user rebecca-lotto! sorry it took me a while, i had been busy with finals + personal life. plus, i’m currently sick as i reply to this so i hope all this makes sense!
more darknight hero & lady of the house shenanigans under the cut:
this scenario is amazing, i’m eating it bit by bit, i also love how sassy and determined the lady ragnvindr is too, because UH-HUH‼️‼️ S Q U A R E U P, being diluc ragnvindr’s wife may seem like paradise, but it will also has its cons—not because of diluc but because of society’s expectations and what-not— so she’ll have to really toughen up! and that’s why she’s just so admirable. <3 ( ngl i would love to write more of lady ragnvindr with her maids before she got married to diluc so we can get a glimpse of her struggles, but that will be for another time! )
anyway, GOOOOSH. honestly i thought that pyro vision suits the lady ragnvindr better due to her fiery personality or fighting / courageous spirit, but hey, i’m open-minded, and i’ll say - you won me over with the lady using a dendro vision! 😍
i find it the idea of the lady ragnvindr being a victim to the “correlation is not causation” thing funny and perhaps, accurate and canon because her not putting two and two together is just so adorable AGKDJDK ( but also, don't get me wrong, i'm pretty sure our lady is intelligent, she just has her #CloudyMoments at times, and that's ok - she's still human! ) in this event, i’m assuming that this happened before marriage? when diluc still had yet to open up about his night duties?
also pleaaaaase. the fact that diluc can seriously and easily get rid of or escape the vines but chose not to because of his future spouse getting angry at him. . . and even blushing, at that. he’s incredibly more allured or captivated than ever by her. 🫣 ( or maybe she's just really strong and diluc's weak for her. . . so many possibilities hshdjf )
imagine too if the lady removes the mask while rambling on and on how she’ll not let him go for inflicting harm to her lover until she stops when she sees the lovely red eyes she’d grown to adore. “oh.”
diluc just blushes harder. “can you let me down, darling?”
the lady just stares at him. then, she narrows his eyes at him. “i’m still not letting you go. i ought to teach you a lesson.” which translates to = let me take care of your wounds first and we’ll be TALKING LOTS!
Also, it really is impressive that you’re the one who manages to catch him, unlike the Knights who have been trying for years. Well, it makes sense since you’re the only one he’ll allow himself to let his guard down . . . 🥹
#LONG ASK AHEAD!#also the detail with the plant with the fangs and its proud laugh#cute!#GJDHDKJD NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF THE LADY RAGNVINDR SURROUNDED WITH FLOWERS#WHY DO I SEE IT FIT GSJDJDKDK 😍😍😍#thinking… what if this becomes a joke between these two lovers#with you teasing him with other identities#like the ghosts in the winery scenario where u tease him that the darknight hero is a scandalous ghost#and this one started it all - the darknight hero is the enemy of your lover!#reader getting close to the darknight hero and smells her husband’s familiar scent:#GASP! IT IS HIM! HE’S THE ONE HURTING MY MAN!#butter.toast
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Round 1 - Side B
Propaganda below ⬇️
Amon
Being catholic is literally the only thing he allowed himself to keep that he got from his father (who was a priest who turned out to be cannibal feasting on children in the orphanage he built). Anyone else would go 'the person who taught me this never lived by this and was using it as a cover, there is no reason for me to believe in it anymore' but this madlad decided it's go big or go home (and he just lost his home ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) and hold to it as if his life depended on it (which totaly doesn't represent how conflicted he really feels about his father despite the superficial hate, no sir, not at all, why would you even think that). His cross necklace was a plot point at other character's moral turnabout, his weapon takes a form of a cross, he talks about God when fighting etc. On a lighter note, he once spent all night doing pushups to stop feeling horny about his coworker. What a loser <3
Literally so catholic he cannot fuck he was in the same room as a woman and felt so guilty about being attracted to her he did push ups all night
He's such a catholic himbo he did push ups for 9 hours to distract himself because had a singular horny thought. I'm not even joking, that's canon
He's like if the antichrist made him catholic and he didn't find out until later
This idiot has the general disposition of a communion wafer.
Orphan raised by a serial killer catholic priest that I'll submit in a second. The priest killed and ate (he's a ghoul) the kids in the orphanage and it's even implied he fed the other kids the flesh of the killed kids like hello eucharistic parallel??? He did not kill Koutarou tho bc he loved him like a real son. 15 years after his father's been caught and thrown in ghoul prison and Amon's become a ghoul cop, Amon still wears the cross he had when in the orphanage *puppy eye emoji* also!! His weapon's ultimate form was a giant cross sword made from a part of himself (he became a ghoul at some point in the story). He used it to kill his dad (he failed bc it wasn't his dad's real body but kudos for trying)
I mean homie was raised by a potentially *censored* human eating priest so that’s. Something.
Simon
no propaganda
#koutarou amon#tokyo ghoul#simon belmont#castlevania#cct polls#tumblr tournament#tumblr bracket#tumblr polls
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I've been contemplating this topic for a little bit, so I'm going to make an effort to explain the differences between Kazutora and Izana's sense of trust issues & abandonment. Hopefully it will make sense.
In a single sentence, I would summarize the difference as this: Kazutora's trust issues are more external while Izana's are more internal.
What does this mean? Let's look at Kazutora first.
Kazutora has, essentially, always had this mentality of wariness of others. He grew up in an environment that encouraged this sort of wariness and trust issues, and it was fed in part by his mother's repetition of the idea that is one this side or that side, right or wrong, black or white, yourself or others, etc. Kazutora keeps people at bay like a wild animal, snapping and snarling and running when they get too close. For Kazutora, he genuinely believes that everyone will become a traitor. That that is what people do. They will betray and abandon you at one point or another, in some form or another. He explictly states it as human behavior. This is why Kazutora had the idea to not let people close. He pushes them away, deals with things on his own, because he doesn't trust people.
It takes a lot to break through that. Baji is obviously the one person we see really manage it. He sticks by Kazutora when he tries to run away before Toman was ever formed. And eventually, that relentless determination leads to Kazutora finally trusting him. When Kazutora does, he does so intensely. It sets off a different set of issues in that he's afraid to lose Baji, but he does TRUST Baji. The same goes for Chifuyu in Bad Toman. ( Bonten I did not include because it may be different - we don't see much of their dynamic and it lacks a lot of the situations that i think would lead to that in Bad Toman. ) Once Kazutora trusts you, he trusts you. He lets you in. He still tends to try to downplay or hide things like any person does, but he really does open up more. If you can climb the walls of trust issues, you're welcomed by Kazutora inside the castle. He won't really doubt the trust unless you do something to explicitly make him DOUBT that trust. That's why his trust issues are more external. Kazutora won't trust you until you really, really prove to him that he should and that you mean it, but once you do, you have his trust.
Kazutora's trust then creates the abandonment issue, as we see how detrimental this is to Kazutora. His mind cannot handle that sort of situation, and it immediately reverts to self preservation. When it comes to it, Kazutora and Izana are both ones to prioritize saving themselves and their minds. Which, as we see with Kazutora, means eradicating any threat - Shinichiro, Mikey, and then for a moment, Baji.
Now let's look at Izana.
Unlike Kazutora, Izana didn't ALWAYS have the trust issues that he has now. He just didn't, and we can see it with how easily he connects to Kakucho at a young age. He also genuinely believed he promise that he gave to Emma before he was sent off to the orphanage. They began to crop up in the orphanage - plenty of research has gone to showing this is often a product of children in orphanages ( along with other issues ). It became about survival in a way. But Karen and Shinichiro were a big part of what ultimately sent his trust issues and abandonment spiraling out of control into becoming the beasts they've become.
Izana's trust issues are more internal because he will rewrite the narrative so to speak if he needs to for his own sake. Izana has always been distant and picky, but he had trust. With discovering the fact he wasn't who he thought he was, everything went wildly out of control. Izana has an extremely difficult time trusting people. He's more likely to trust abilities over people.
After what happened when he was twelve, he hates being vulnerable. To him, trust is actively a weapon. ( Kazutora, on the other hand, looks at it more as a trap than a weapon. ) Trusting someone is giving them a knife and hoping that they aren't going to stab you to death with it. Part of his loathing with trust comes into Izana's need for control. He hates not being in control, and giving someone trust means giving them some control and power to hurt you. He doesn't want to be seen as vulnerable. But with a lot of slow determination, Izana can and does start to trust. He starts to let them closer and get away with things he would hurt or kill other people for.
At the same time, fear of abandonment or betrayal still dig their talons into Izana. Izana can't fully shake the fear that he will be abandoned like Karen did to him, or how the reveal with Shinichiro left him feeling abandoned. Unlike Kazutora who trusts once you earn it, Izana can never fully give all of his trust away. It might be very tiny and easily soothed, but there's a part of him that will always fear abandonment. This can sometimes lead to Izana rewriting narratives in his head for the sake of keeping himself 'safe'. Even if part of him knows its fake & a lie he's telling himself, it helps. For example, saying Tenjiku only follows him from fear. I don't think Izana fully believes that, I think he does know there's more to it ( but he DOES think fear/reverance has some part of it ) and that they actually care. But it's easier on his mind to think that way. If they follow him from fear, they don't care, which protects him in a warped way. He can cut the attachment he feels, at least in the moment of high emotion and chaos in his head, so it doesn't hurt him. He tries to protect himself from the sharp edges of trust, which sometimes means protecting himself from the soft parts of trust as well. That's why I say his is internal. He primarily focuses on his own mental space.
I'm not sure if this all made sense or not, but I hope it can offer a bit of an insight to the difference between Kazutora & Izana's trust issues. For Kazutora, the idea of abandonment/betrayal is the active threat that drives him, while for Izana, the very act of trusting itself is the weapon he fears.
#praying this makes sense to you guys#it makes sense in my head#i dont know if i described it well though#᛭ — [HEADCANON] dark dreams await you [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]#᛭ — [HEADCANON] from ashes a kingdom grows [IZANA KUROKAWA]
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Hey! Could you write some headcanons or possibly a fic on Micah as a dad? Thank you so much!
A/N: Personally, I love this idea. Micah, even tho he's a complete asshole and I'd put a bullet in his head, is one of my favorite characters. Hopefully you enjoy! (Gender isn't specified so reader is gender neutral)
Micah as a father
GN! Reader
Living is a Bell is absolutely humiliating. Everyone knows him, everyone knows he's an asshole. Most think you're just the same.
Now, there are exceptions. Hosea, Dutch, even Arthur. Ms. Grimshaw technically as well, but she still keeps an eye on you.
You did have some of his features. Mostly in personality, although you had the same nose and eyes. You had anger issues. You were quick to get in a fight. But you still tried to be nice, just to show others that you are not like your father.
Speaking of who, wasn't good in parenting. He was akward around you when you were younger. And while yes, he did soften up, laying off on making other's lives miserable, he was still annoying. It's not like he didn't try to be a good father, but he was simply bad at it. He did buy (or steal) some things for you. Clothes, trinkets, weapons. He taught you how to shoot, yet Arthur still helped you more, since according to him "that bastard is horrible at this".
Hosea taught you how to read. Since Micah didn't know how to himself. Dutch taught you how to swim. Long story short, the gang mostly raised you.
One day you brought a dog in. It was while you were still in Blackwater. Oh what a mess.
Most people were happy, loving the new companion. However when you brought it to your father...
"What the hell is that?!"
"It's a dog?" You smiled. "I called him Biscuit"
"It's a monster! Throw it out!" Your father screeched, ready to kick the dog away, but you made sure he's a good distance away.
"No, he's belongs to our family now!"
"I'll show you where that thing belongs!" He yelled, taking a gun.
.... He shot the dog.
Only pet he ever let you keep was a rat. (what a surprise)
You called it Plague. Everyone liked Plague. He died because Uncle stepped on him.
You still tried to make him proud. Because maybe, just maybe, he'll be nicer to everyone if he's proud of you.
You made sure to bring anything you find when you were in Colter. Freezing your ass off, refusing to rest, making sure everyone was well fed. It was hard, you weren't made for snowy weather, but you did anything you could.
"Y/N, please..." Hosea walked to you as you were making your arrows, trying to remember what Charles taught you. "Go rest"
"I can't. We need to survive. We won't survive without food"
"As much as I love your courage-" Dutch approached you, getting a side glare from his partner. "-I can't let you go out. You've been working hard... You have to relax before you freeze to death."
"I really can't" you sigh. You were so close to hearing from your father he's proud of you, you could feel it. You knew he was grateful, he had to be!
You ended up stuck to bed as soon as you got to Horseshoe Overlook.
It didn't last long, a week, maybe two, but you were back on your feet before you even got healthy. If your father caught you resting... You couldn't risk it.
When you found out he was in jail, you begged to let them go for you. Arthur was hesitant, but Dutch allowed it. You jumped on your horse as soon as you could.
You arrived in the town surprisingly quickly. You walked to the jail, looking around it before walking to the window on the side, kneeling down.
"Hey dad"
"Y/N? The hell are you doing here?!"
"I came to save you" you looked around, trying to figure out how to save him. He growled frustrated.
"Why the hell did they let you?! Idiots... You'll die out here!"
".... Are you worried about me?"
"I'm worried about having to drag your corpse all the way back"
"I can leave, I'm sure Arthur will come before they hang you" you got up, turning around, but stopped when you heard his panicked voice.
"No! No, forget it! Get me out of here!"
"We talked about this.... Magic word"
"Oh for god's.... Please"
"You got it"
You wanted to stick with him after, but he told you to go back and tell Dutch he's fine. You were sad, but did as you were told. Tho over the thunder as you left, you could say a quiet thank you... Or was it the wind?
When you moved to Clement's Point, you were happy to see him again. He said he wasn't because he has to deal with you again, but you knew that wasn't true. Hopefully.
You were scared shitless when they went to talk with Colm... Yet got mad when they came back without Arthur. He was like an older brother to you, and he was gone because of him. You haven't talked with either him or Dutch until Arthur came back. It hurt him. You think so. His eyes tell everything.
Saint Denis was pretty calm. Until the bank robbery... Watching Hosea die was hard breaking. He was what Micah couldn't be. You loved him like he'd be your biological father. You were miserable.
Guarma didn't help. If anything, it made things worse. You mostly stuck with Dutch, still trying to help to impress your father, and to help him with his partner's loss. He appreciated that, it seemed. He trusted Micah, and trusted you even more, since you were like his own child. He didn't like to talk about what happened, but was grateful for your presence.
After you got back to America, you went on your own. Trying to find your way to the rest of the gang wasn't easy, but you were one of the first. You did have a close call with law men and Pinkertons, but still managed.
You didn't get to be glad about everyone coming back because of the attack. You tried your best to shoot as many men possible, trying to make sure everyone was safe. You did get some close call, one bullet so close it hit your skin, but didn't get stuck in your arm. Even this didn't stop you from fighting for your gang. For your family.
Days went by. You spent them mostly with Dutch and your father, still trying to stay close to others. Arthur had noticed something going on between the two, he did ask you to keep an eye on them. You promised to do so, but Micah seemed to pull you away from everyone slowly. Or maybe it was you that was staying away? You weren't sure.
Now you were standing frozen. Staring at your leader, pointing a gun at your father and your brother. You watched as he walked to the side, both guns now on John and Arthur. You didn't know what to do. You were scared, confused, sad. And angry.
"Y/N... Get over here" your father looked at you. Others already chose their sides, now staring at you to see what you did.
"Don't do it!" Arthur coughed out. You never realized how sick he was getting. You were looking at the both of them, before taking a deep breath.
You walked to your father. He grinned, happy. It was a chance to finally make him proud.
But as you took your steps, you realized...
"I won't make you proud, will I?" You spat, just to be met with a slowly forming confused look. You continued "everyday I worked, tried so hard to make you happy, to impress you... I don't know if I was trying to win your love or respect. But I don't think I should even try to win it. You're my father, aren't you supposed to give those things unconditionally?"
Micah opened his mouth, but you kept going. "I'm done. I don't want to fight for it anymore. I will never satisfy you, no matter what I do" you sighed, turning to Dutch. "Think about what you're doing. Think about Hosea would say. Because for god's sake, he'd slap you across your face for even pointing your gun at your son's. But make your own decision. I'm done trying to make any of you happy"
And saying that, you grabbed your father's gun, pressing it to your head and pushing his finger to pull the trigger.
Oh the regret on his face.
"I think he was proud" Hosea chuckled to you. "But he was too much of a coward to say it"
"Hopefully I got him to think about his actions" You just sighed, petting Plague and Biscuit. They got along
R.I.P Plague and Biscuit, poor babies. 🙏
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr#red dead redemption#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#john marston#reddeadredemption2#micah bell#rdr2 x reader#rdr2 x gn reader#gn reader#gn!reader
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Hi love! I really adore your work and i already read all the headcanon ^^ can i request main 6 arcana headcanon, mc is a assassin who likes to scare the m6 because the mc have ability to sneak and steal something?
Hi, sorry this took so long, I've been meaning to get to this for a while but school and my family are becoming a bit of a nuisance. Then I went on a mandatory school camp. Now test week is ahead
The Arcana HC's # 16
For this I'm just going to make MC a partime magicain and assassin. Also MC is basically a sweetheart to their LI's but can scare the shit out of people, like Yor.
Asra
They were absolutely stunned when you told them you are an assassin who knows magic. They thought that you were a force to be reckoned with.
Though they didn't notice anything strange about you when you first met, they did find it odd that everyone else around, even the bandits were avoiding both of you.The then realised it was probably because of the assassination gig.
They don't mind that you are an assassin but they try to persuade you to do less assassination tasks and trying more things in your other profession instead.
Despite knowing you longer than the othf the LI's they, still get scared when you sneak up on them and silently slip Fasut away from them. If they are lucky enough to still have Faust around they will try too get her to wrap you up as payback.
Nadia
She thought it made sense. You're skilled with a variety of weapons and know how to remain unnoticed, but she was surprised that you weren't a spy instead since she doesn't take you for a trained killer.
As soon as you were done revealing that bit pf information she began tracing through her memories of you and noticed the small things that could've implied something about your other job, including how easy you were able to catch her guard.
Its very hard to spook Nadia, but you somehow manage to do it effortlessly. If you scare her enough she will defend herself by throwing the nearest object or trying to get a giid slap, luckily your fast enough to avoid it and if not she'll be scared for a few seocnds before laughing about it. Will try to use your skills to scare her siblongs.
She has admitedly doesn't like that you're a highly paid contract killer, but she admits your services would come useful. She also finds you surprisingly convinving when she's become fed up with visiting noble and other problems but doesn't fall for your request unless you bring proof the person is bad.
Julian
He thought you were joking, but then he remembered the evens that befell him at the shop, then he grew nervous as be began to ask about your other job.
During your conversatiom, he flashed back to when he broke into the shop. You threw that vase with such accuracy and even looked ready to take him on in a fight. Absolutely terrifying now that he knows you could've killed him.
Depending on the time and how many people are around, he will either be running to the nearest corner or become horny which concerns you.
He doesn't worry much about your other side of work, until you get injured, which thankfully rarely happens. He also knows that at least no one would mess with him if he gets drunk.
Muriel
He was abslutely shocked, he was glad that this life wasn't very forced upon you, although he isn't the biggest fan of the killing part of your job.
He did the way you held your hands near you as if you were ready to pull a weapon out, then paid attentionto how well you're able to disapear into the shadows.
He personally doesm't het frightened that easily but he finds it terrifying when you pop out of nowhere, the most of a reaction you'll get out of him a scared face before he realises its just you.
He doesn't like your other job at all, but he won't openly admit it to you. Despite his reservations he's not that worried about anything happening to you, if anything he feels sorry for whoever founf their way on your hitlist.
Portia
She kind of had a suspicion that you were more than just a sneaky magician, so your reveal just blew her away. As sson as you both get some free time, she bombards you with questions of your double life.
She tries to recall any moments and events that might've pointed to your job. She feels like a fool for not noticing but is happy that others don't notice at all.
She tries to be ready for your scares, she ultimately fails, get scared for a few moments before laughing at the whole event. That doesn't stop her from trying to fail at at scaring you back either.
She doesn't mind your job, you do what your good at, you make coin, and most of the contracts are picked by her so she knows your not going after an innocent civilian.
Lucio
He had conflicting thoughts on the revelation of your side job but wasn't bothered by it, he thought it was cool that you had something similar about your lives.
He know realised how much sense it made that even though he was a ghost at the time you were able to spook him by sneaking up on him.
If you ever decide to scare him you will get one of two reacactions. 1 - Where he ends up being overdramatic and swears he'll get revenge. And 2 - Where he ends up trying to strike back. This can either be playful or seroius depending on his mood.
As long as he's not your target he doesn't mind. Hells, he'll even train with and join you, since your job wasn't too far off from his mercenary days.
#asra the magician#asrathearcana#asra x mc#the arcana asra#asra x apprentice#mc x julian#julian x mc#julian devorak#the arcana julian#julian#ilya devorak#doctor julian devorak#dr devorak#the arcana game lucio#lucio x mc#lucio#lucio the arcana#count lucio#lucio morgasson#the arcana lucio#lucio montag#lucio x apprentice#montag morgasson#muriel of the kokhuri#muriel x mc#the arcana muriel#muriel#nadia satrivana#the arcana nadia#nadia satrinava
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Congratulations! I wish you all the best during this time 💕
May I request some Hari smut (or fluff if you want) where Hari is training reader but then they get a bit distracted?
Thanks for feeding us villain lovers with your stuff ✨
(Feel like I'm robbing ya'll by not providing the proper smut but given the option, I'm choosing fluff. HOWEVER, I'll throw a little suggestiveness in there somewhere)
~Distracted Training with Chrono~
headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up
I imagine it takes him a little extra time with you. He doesn't mind, he'll always be patient when it's you involved.
Originally he preferred to train you by way of weapon, brandishing a well polished firearm right in front of you as if to beckon you toward the path. However, much to his dismay, you've gotten yourself wrapped up with Rappa and fed mentally his brutish technique of fisticups. After spending enough time with the big guy, you'd come to the conclusion of wanting to rely less on weapons and more on strength or fighting technique. Hari was patient nonetheless and began setting on on the path less travelled. He personally hadn't labelled himself the best at hand to hand combat, but perhaps he could still manage to teach you all he knew regardless. You could rely later on your quirk to help you out (whatever that may be).
So the training sessions began on schedule. You'd meet with him on specific days usually following date nights, and start stretching. He was never one to stretch before battle but you brought that into him. He'd sit behind you on the ground, legs sprawled out as you bent your torso forward, him gripping gently yet firm onto your sides and slightly adding pressure as he pushed you to move farther forward and touch your toes. Once the stretching was over with, he'd begin teaching you a new technique each time you managed to finally get the other down...although it took you longer than a week to master most he's taught you. This week however, you moved on to a different stance. He noticed as per usual that your footing was off. He ever so gently moved to get behind you and began adjusting your body as though you were a doll of some sort. His hands however began wandering much further than previously anticipated. You quickly picked up on this and decided to feed into it.
It certainly has been a while...
You bit the corner of your lip ever so slightly as you'd felt him twisting your hips in the right position all while pulling you back closer into him. It wasn't long before he leaned to whisper in your ear either. "Good form, I like this pose on you~" He left your ear with a slight nibble along the lobe and backed up to give you some space. "Want to see an even better pose I can do? This one won't take me a week to learn by the way." You smile at him and he smirks. "Oh yeah? Let's see it then?" You immediately start packing your stuff and take one last look at him before heading into the house. Or more specifically put,
the bedroom.
#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#imagine#smut?#minors dni#minor dni#hari kurono#chrono bnha#chronostasis
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do you have any Chance headcanons? Bro deserved better.
I do actually! thank you so much for asking (he really did deserve better :'(
Chance is one of the oldest Khans who was born into being a Great Khan, rather than being a remnant from the New Khans. His mom was effectively winging it his entire childhood and he maybe grew up a little too fast as a result. Jessup is his younger brother by about 10 years and Jessup has always absolutely adored Chance, basically never left his side from the age he could walk.
Before Bitter Springs Chance was part of the Khans who cleared routes ahead of the rest, helping the movement of their home base go a little smoother. A lot of Chance's side of the work was Physically moving things out the way, like clearing debris from roads that were intact enough for Khan wheels which could be anything from big rocks (on post war roads) to prewar cars (on prewar roads)
He's always had his long blond hair but it used to be neatly plaited before Bitter Springs, nowadays he doesn't really have the mental energy to even wash his hair, and barely lets Jessup do that
Bitter Springs took a huge toll on Chance's mental health. I hc that he was one of the Khans trying to make sure that the evacuation path was safe when he got cut down and spent the remainder of the fight being mistaken for a body while he drifted in and out of consciousness. He woke up surrounded by a lot of fire and bodies and never spoke a word since. He feels guilty for not being able to tell anyone the path wasn't safe before it was too late and has what he saw burned into his mind. my man needs therapy so bad
While I do like and enjoy all the "Chance uses sign language" headcanons I personally believe that he's very despondent and withdrawn due to his PTSD and rarely makes attempts to communicate. Jessup is effectively Chance's carer and makes sure that he's fed and drinking enough water and is physically clean etc. and he's the best guy who knows what Chance is trying to say and is very protective of him. Side thing but Jessup is actually a very caring and compassionate guy he just has a very brash tough guy attitude.
The Khans aren't very good with mental health as a whole (they can't really even deal with Papa's depression) not for lack of care they're just not in a good place atm. I think if he got the help he needed he would start to communicate more but it'd take a long time to get there. I think he'd maybe start with signing and writing things before trying to use his voice again
I also think Chance same height as Legate Lanius but a lot bulkier. I know he's got washboard abs in all roads but Everyone does in that comic I hc him to be fat!! I think he's stronger than Lanius but Lanius is faster, but that speed doesn't count for much when your weapon is 15x bigger and heavier LMAO Lanius would get destroyed by Chance Chance would beat him to death with his own mask
More Chance stuff
He is a clean 7 feet tall, Jessup is 6'2" and everyone thinks he's short he's not he just looks tiny next to Chance
I also hc him to have brown eyes and freckles like Jessup
I don't like the necklace he has in all roads because the thors hammer symbol often gets associated with like. na//zis. so I often redraw it as a key or coin. I don't think the artists meant anything by it honestly they were probably just associating Chance with the god of thunder because of his size and strength but personally i'd like to stay far away from it especially considering canon Chance has blond hair and blue eyes. anyway
My man likes a good steak, he and his mom used to compete for who could make the best meat rub. He's not a fan of sweets
The heaviest thing he's lifted was the front end of an NCR truck with the driver still inside. That driver had nightmares for weeks
Like Regis, Chance is one of the Khans who the NCR and others who arent Khans tend to recognise but never actually speak to. I think even before he stopped talking people just kinda gave him a nickname because he was just So recognisable. The NCR probably had their own codename for him over the radio.
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I want to be Your Koi Fish - Nine Tails
Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on
Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke
>26<
While waiting for his wife to sort things out with Orochi, he watched more duels. They were interesting, he couldn't deny that. Women turned out to be very inventive in the fight, using not only their strength, but also the opponent's weight. Amazing craftsmanship. Another contestant was just leaving, a red ponytail and a shiny blouse flashed before his eyes, when he heard a terrible bang. One of the partition walls crumbled, Katsumi fell out from behind it and an angry Hanabi came out.
- And if you dare to insult my husband again, or point out his lack of care, believe me, it won't stop at one wall. - she snarled dryly, and he thought he sensed a note of satisfaction. - I'll fuck you to the afterlife.
He grunted in appreciation. He hadn't expected his wife to be so hard on the matter. He glanced quickly at the screen, then waved his hand at her.
- Hana, Shizuka is coming to the Arena. - he said, completely ignoring the still confused karateka. - Come on!
She ran over, immediately turning her gaze to the beginning of the fight. He felt a small arm slipping between shirt and jacket, wrapping around his waist, hooking a finger on the waistband of his trousers. If he remembered correctly, the red-haired Miss Soga was a pacifist, so what was she doing at the tournament? Like the rest of her siblings, she was a master swordsman, but what if she couldn't use a weapon? Her opponent did not impress with height, she was rather similar, but visibly more muscular and aggressive. She was amused by Shizuka's cute appearance, which her sister-in-law didn't seem to pay attention to. As soon as the first blow flew in her direction, she did a neat somersault to the side, and a moment before landing on her legs, she curled around her own axis, undercutting her opponent's legs. Agile and finesse stood on the ground waiting for a reaction. This one came quite quickly, a small woman, remembering the previous attack, tried to reach the red-haired girl's legs and block them, but the sister-in-law swerved out with a dance step, serving another roundhouse kick, sending her opponent to the other end of the arena with force. This was not what he had expected from the by far sweetest of his wife's sisters, even though he had seen her personally extricate herself from the clutches of one of the fugitives. The announcer did not fail to comment on this.
- This has never happened in this Arena! - he howled happily. - Does the pretty and charming Soga Shizuka know Brazilian martial arts?!
- If only... - Hanabi replied. - Capoeira, ju-jitsu, tai-chi... She loves everything that is airy and apparent. The more fluent the style, the more willing she is to learn it.
- You always said she was against violence, didn't you? - Hanayama was surprised.
- "Pacifist" and "defenceless" aren't synonyms, honey. - she explained.
They looked at the screen again. It was over. Shizuka's opponent gave up the fight. Chiharu was already waiting in the corridor, and in the stands around him the inseparable, screaming Tokkoutai gang. Cameras caught the woman throwing herself into his arms, placing a kiss on his cheek.
- Yui is next. - the wife murmured softly. - It will be a slaughter.
She wasn't wrong. The muffled sound of the drum starting the fight was enough for the opponent of the black-haired master of the niten-ichi-ryu school to jump at her at high speed, and she moved away a bit so that, as if she was playing with a rag doll, she knocked her out in a few moves, knocking her into the ground. Scary, especially since she didn't seem to have used much force. The referee immediately declared the winner and Yui headed to Seryuu's corner.
- My Yang is walking over dead bodies. - Hanabi nodded silently. - To me.
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There was no doubt that both of them were equally fed up with Grandpa's whining about which one of them should take over the school. For them, the matter was clear, only he could not adapt. Hanabi decided to remove herself, and since that didn't work...Yui challenged her. She saw that look in the direction of the camera. She knew exactly where to look, they sensed each other. After a while, she was back in the waiting room with Shizuka. They approached Mr. and Mrs. Hanayama to watch more fights. They weren't particularly spectacular from their point of view. All the more likely it could turn out that Yin and Yang would face each other in the final. It wasn't long before they called out Hana again, but the next fight wasn't as challenging as she'd expected. She was back before she knew it, and another woman was filling the line in the treatment room, waiting for her wounds to be sutured. It was no different with the next opponent, Mrs. Lieutenant. However, it turned out that Shizuka's second match could be a real challenge. It was enough for them to enter the arena - the difference is visible to the naked eye. Compared to the almost two-meter-tall blonde with a charming face, whose biceps resembled a head rather than an arm, the 175 cm red-headed pacifist was quite meager, despite her wide hips. Hanabi sensed her older sister standing next to her.
- Oh, she won't come out whole... - she muttered gloomily, crossing her arms over her chest. - Testosterone boosters and steroids...
She was right. It was hard. Shizuka went to the most drastic methods and techniques she knew, and the hardened Norwegian kept getting up. Both were dripping blood from fresh wounds. The cup of bitterness overflowed when the huge opponent broke one of Miss Soga's slender fingers. The redhead fell into a wild fury, slashing with successive blows, to finally wrap around the blonde, dislodge both shoulder joints and, jumping down, hit the solar plexus. Even such a big woman didn't stand a chance. She fell on her face and the audience roared with joy, chanting the name of the staggering woman.
The paramedics managed to bandage her fracture and she herself joined the family when Tokugawa himself appeared among them. He was trembling with excitement, almost like when the fights were between his fighters and the sumo wrestlers.
- Really, I did not expect such emotions! - He crowed happily, running up to the redhead. - A beautiful fight, in style!
- And so far the last in my career. - Shizuka replied with a smile.
- WHAT?! But why?! - groaned the distraught organizer.
- I only went into the fights out of curiosity, which was satisfied. Nothing else keeps me ranked, and you don't want my next match to be a scam or forfeit, do you, Gouroukou-san? - she murmured, using one of those looks you can't refuse. - That would be a very un-exciting solution. Please give my place to someone else. Thank you.
- I wholeheartedly support! - Chiharu replied, still surrounded by a wreath of girls, gently embracing their mother with his arm.
- Take it easy, Tokugawa-san. The last fight will satisfy your cravings. - old Soga replied loudly, putting his hands into the sleeves of the haori, looking suggestively at the two youngest granddaughters. - I swear. Yui is the only one who can bring out Hanabi's full potential. Little Fox will win, I'll bet all my money on it!
He left with the owner of the Arena, and Hanabi silently agreed with him. Yes, it will be an exciting match. However, he will not allow for the result that grandfather dreamed of.
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*memory that is a fragment of one of the special chapters - Tenko Kitsune
** Goroukou - [jap.] Noble Elder; title bestowed as a sign of respect;
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