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fandomstars · 2 years ago

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Request for a Lincoln-specific fic! Lincoln gets way more than he bargains for when he and Clyde swap roles whilst trapped inside a video game [Lincoln’s the sidekick while Clyde’s the hero]

Lincoln Loud: Player 2

Fandom: Loud House

Lincoln Loud was usually known as the white hair hare, the man with the plan, the leader of the pack.

Yet to him, it’s more of a mask to the public and his family. A way to hide the true self of his for more reasons than one.

Closest he’s ever broken said mask and reveled himself was one day with Clyde.

Now usually, it’s easy to slip on the mask, keep it on all day.

But ever since he’s meet Clyde, it’s cracked a few times.

Whether it was Ronnie Ann when she bullied him, or anyone really bullied him. Or when his sisters get the most attention, praise, or just gang up on him for whatever reason.

Yet the day he and Clyde played the newest video game Virtual Lore, was when he shattered.

Having just graduated middle school, the pair decided to use their graduation money combined, to buy the latest game.

And started out alright.

They chose their character occupation, interests, and they were in.

The thing that made this game so popular was it basically scanned each player to make their avatar look exactly like them, but with fantasy features.

Lincoln choose to be a part merman look that worked as a swordsman, while Clyde chose a part elf look that worked as a archer.

They blasted through the tutorial, and after completing a few minor quests, did things get ugly.

You know how those with swords are usually the hero?…not this game it seemed.

“Sir Clyde! Can pur great, talented hero save us?”

Clyde looked at Lincoln besides him, his expression confused as he looks back at the princess of the game realm.

“Uh…I’m just an archer madam.”

The princess gasps, “But it’s true! Everyone knows the archer is the most powerful and heroic of all!”

Lincoln looks away, his mind going more chaotic as the two accept the princess’s hardest quest, to take down the shapeshifter hoard.

“That was weird huh Linc? I could of sworn the game didn’t have the ‘archer’ as the hero of popularity no?…Linc?”

Lincoln and him trudged through the haunted forest, his mind going a million miles a minute as his mind turns as dark as the forest around them.

‘My family, my classmates, and now this game? Does no one think I amount to anything? Should I break this act for good? But what will that do, if I do, I’ll just mess everything up anyway…’

Lincoln just shakes his head as he turns to Clyde, his mask still on despite the cracks he could feel erupt, “All good buddy! And hey, maybe once we complete this quest, we can find out more of our status in this game. Definitely different from usual games huh?”

Clyde looked upon his friend, he frowns but nods, letting Lincoln lead them on, despite his gut telling him it seemed the white hair knight was drifting further away.

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“Welcome to the hoard’s lair boys!”

Lincoln couldn’t help but groan as before him and Cylde inside the darken cave, was basically a snake like group of girls that just happen to look like his sisters.

“L-Lori?” Lincoln nearly facepalmed, but thankfully any nosebleed was nonexistent in this game from his friend’s awkward crush.

“I don’t get it,” Lincoln says as the sisters circle around them, “why would they all join the game? They rather go to the mall than do something I like.”

Serpent like or not, Lincoln could tell Lynn was itching for their battle to begin as she keep hissing.

Luan meanwhile giggling her joker laugh, but the snake like hissing with it just made Lincoln want to curl up and hide away.

“This game is a literal money maker! Don’t know how many people play this game? We can make a fortune!”

All the sisters verbally agreed with Luan, even Lily despite Lincoln knowing she’d rather be drawing in real life, than get sucked into some scheme of Luan’s.

“We’ve already become the hardest bosses in the game! And since Clyde is the hero here, this battle will make us number one for ages!” Lynn says with a laugh, “So just stay where you are Stinkin, we’ll save you the more embarrassment of trying to fight us, and just end you here.”

Lincoln’s fists curl as he looks down at the ground in shame.

His sisters, he should of known would try to make something he liked work against him, become something of theirs, to make his thing a joke.

He’d thought, after years of the mask, years of dealing with bullies and sisters alike, and now just about to start high school, they’d lay off.

Lori was a golfing icon, and he knew as soon as the graduation celebration was over, she’d take off to her next tournament.

Leni was in college for fashion, already being talked into interning at one of the best fashion industries in the world.

Luna was working with her band to make it big, and already was making music videos topping the charts.

Luan had graduated high school just months ago, which now that Lincoln thought more of, definitely was celebrated more than him and Clyde.

His parents didn’t even care it seemed, it was the McBrides who gave them cake, congratulations, permission to get the game.

He knew middle school graduation wasn’t as big as high school, but surely all his hard work should be celebrated by his family?

But like always it seemed, he’d be left in the shadows.

Even his younger siblings had gotten more attention than him lately, more so than ever.

This game was all he seem to have of his own these days.

He had literally sold all his comic books just to buy this game. He gave away his old video games to Clyde to save room.

Yet here they all were, his sisters, his family, making his life a chaotic mess.

And he has had it.

“No.”

Lynn and the girls stopped laughing, her eyes now narrowing at the knight, “What was that, punk?” Her look now transforming to a dragon, a puff a smoke and ash hitting Lincoln.

Lincoln looks up, his masks shatters as his eyes go ablaze.

Lynn and the others actually take a step back at such a cold, harden look.

Clyde shivers and even takes a step back from Lincoln’s side, but even he can’t get far as he just can’t look away from his friend.

“I’ve had enough of you all, my so called family, bullying and pushing me aside for years.” His voice could of made the face turn to ice if the game allowed, but not even the clearly shown Luan having recorded since the pair came into the cave to the internet could faze him.

“I’ve had to act like I was some pushover for years. None of you noticed, and I’ve been doing so since the twins were in diapers!”

The sisters gasps.

“You want to know the real me? Oh wait, why would you all, when you all and my parents seem to push the fake me aside, why won’t the real me do?”

Lincoln takes a step forward his eyes never leaving his sisters, “The real me, has always understood academics, and could of skipped many times grade wise. But I didn’t cause I knew you’d all scorn me for even thinking I could be smarter than his oh so talented sisters.”

“Lincoln…” He turned his head to Lori, who immediately closed her mouth.

“The real me, never really liked girls romantically. But how could I say that, when you all tried to get me to date my ex-bully!”

“Did you not think to consider her attitude towards me? She cared more of her reputation as the ‘tough girl’ than any of my feelings what so ever! It took Bobby of all people to stop her bullying at me after I rejected her. Yeah, I did, and you know why I never reveled such? It’s cause I knew you’d blame me again if Bobby so much as broke up with you. So I had to do it in front of him just to get the message!”

“I hid my attraction towards boys more than girls for years, and you know why? It’s cause I’d knew you’d tease me to death on it! Oh, but if Luna comes out as bi, she’s supported and still loved. But if I were to have? You’d never let me hear the end of it!”

The girls were now on tears, even Luan cut off the recording without realizing it.

“The real me, wants to make be a comic book writer, but I couldn’t revel that. You all get trophies galore of your talents, and if I had one of those, let alone related like mine does with Lily’s in art and Lucy’s in writing, you’d all scorn me for ‘taking away the spotlight’. Well news flash, YOU’VE HAD THE FREAKING SPOTLIGHT SINCE YOU ALL WERE BORN AND EVEN NOW! I only got when I was a baby, but even then, I remember, you all stole it in instances.”

His eyes glistened in tears, but he won’t let them fall, “I’m no hero, a nobody, and a fool. A fool to think I’d ever be satisfied being in your all shadows for the rest of my life!”

With that, Clyde quickly took off his and Lincoln’s helmets, bringing back to reality, back to Clyde’s house.

Lincoln didn’t say a word, just sat there, staring at the now blank tv screen.

Clyde could only hug his friend, his dads finding the pair in a silent embrace, fast asleep.

Lincoln’s face now streaming with tears.

#fandom #tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumbler #cartoon #lincoln loud #the loud house #fantasy #video games #writing #writing requests #fandomstars33

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guessimabasicnerdgirlnow · 4 months ago

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I have also finally figured out fully what my post-Last Dance AU looks like

(I don’t intend to write a full fic, I just wanted to have a clear idea of what I want to believe happens next if there is no next movie to show us)

So, first of all, Lasher is alive. I don’t care how, they just are

Second, I didn’t think Sleeper’s birth would work in movieverse but I grew fond of the idea of Eddie unknowingly carrying them after V’s “death” so this is happening

And then starts the funny part. V did leave a piece in the MCU because they can pry Venom Jr. from my cold dead hands. V also sorta spawned a piece in the bar in their own universe, which is the goo from the tube at the post credit scene but that’s not V, that’s Mania. Mania will bond with the bartender (Pablo) and go after Eddie because they have V’s memories and stuff

So, Eddie will eventually find out he’s carrying V’s child, go through a lot of emotions because there is something of them still in this world. Sleeper will have Eddie as a host at first, but will soon realize they can survive Earth’s atmosphere without a host and will choose to stay on their own. They will call Eddie “Dad” all the time

Then when Eddie is getting used to it, Pablo and Mania arrive and Eddie at first thinks V came back to life but then learns it’s only a clone which is disappointing but hey, new friends

V doesn’t come back to life because V didn’t die in the first place. They were just super weak after the acid bath, and the military managed to capture them and lied to Eddie. V obviously is given to Flash, whom they have to convince to help them go back to the love of their life. Teddy and Christmas know and want to help which they do by making the drugs that the military have them making to control V not that effective in suppressing their mind. But they need Flash’s help anyway and for that they need to get his trust. In the process they become friends

Toxin left Patrick because Patrick rejected them. They ended up with Bren, who is the kid of someone who was in area 51 in the movie

Since we introduced the concept of the codex working as a way to load a backup copy of a symbiote or host from the cloud hive, and totally not because I am being super self indulgent, at some point those minor symbiote characters are coming back to life too. They’re not the only ones, though…

Ah, also Rex is mysteriously alive because he was somehow saved by a symbiote - his body was destroyed though, so their mind is in the symbiote’s body, who then shapeshifts into him. You know, reverse bonding

Flash eventually finds Eddie and he and V reunite beautifully and also they transfer them using the first movie method. Flash gets Anti-Venom somehow later (more military experiments?)

There is of course some fighting, some Knull attacking and being defeated, etc

No new king in black after he is defeated, though, the goos are truly free

Unfortunately, when all the minor symbiotes are brought back, so is Carnage (and Cletus!). They are quick to hide as they plot their revenge

And finally, Dylan exists as Anne’s and Dan’s son that received a touch of alien powers from V bonding with her while she was pregnant back in LTBC. V and Eddie are his godparents and he and Sleeper grow very close

No one is sure of what is going on between Eddie and Flash but they spend a lot of time together after Eddie exposed the military with information he got from Flash about the weaponization of symbiotes and all that

#shut up brock

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siofreed · 1 year ago

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& since i can't stop adding in my SI OC

Sio as maybe the young Animus Subject 3, the Farmer (tentative title); As an earlier subject, they received less mental damage before dying, so will wake up earlier

On another planet far far away, the Colony Ships they powered crash-lands, & eventually progressing to Silver Diamond's canon, with their Earth being modern day Earth through some odd resonance

Hoshiminokoto is likely an Isu Sage who was involved in the original Plant project

Oblivious Sio, who woke up after most of the colonists have died, volunteered to power Hoshi's plan to save the rest of the humans, but the degradation their comatose body suffers from the drain meant he switched to Dependent Plants, then back to his canon power source, humans

Better to lose replaceable Dependents & humans than the source of more Plants, after all

Some of the Dependent Plants manage to transform into what will be known as the Ayames, cursed to drain their surroundings of life energy in a futile attempt to regain their lost powers

The newer generation of Plants were used as the base for the River Snakes

Ability set is anything relating to Farming, which, the Silver Diamond's cast's abilities does kinda fit

Even if they were comatose, they were the core of an active Hivemind for more than a millennium

Silver Diamond canon start

Comatose but healing Sio was stashed deep underground, the Sanome Prince Guards might find em?

Would finally wake up late canon, just in time to help mama Sanome save the 4, allowing them to also have their mom present for their happy endings

Sio is fond of the Sanome family, & will visit post canon

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Sio could ping Desmond when he wakes his Angel Arm or something power intensive via the Higher Plane, & teleport over out of curiosity

Tags along mostly as a spectator, though will try to answer any questions Des (& Vash) will have

Can't help power wise, but can help with the Hivemind & mental stuff

Finds Des's Bleeds interesting, will totally try to chat with them

Able to recharge & heal Des's Plant children

Will totally try to feed Vash fresh fruits at least once per town, that boy needs food darn it

Gets most of their funds from selling fruits & veggies

Doesn't really fight, since their powers are either not gunfight-useful, or overly lethal; runs & hide instead

If Sio follow Desmond back to the past

None of the SD cast will come along, though Sio will miss the Sanome family

Maaaybe they brought along Hoshi's spare copy of Chigusa? One that has no memory of canon Chigusa; will be a doted on little brother

Will be disgruntled they're stuck in a small body again; picks up a pole weapon to compensates since less guns now

Doesn't care for the Assassin-Templar war, only came along cause bigger little brother (Des & possibly Clay) dove in

Until they find out the Abstergo is part of the Templars, & what they have done to their new siblings

Eco-terrorism is not enough to cover the absolute BS they'd pull given the chance

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Sio's ability set (for people who haven't read SD)

Rapid growth, manipulation & healing of plants & willing Plants

Have a similar stash of Functional plants from their old planet, which is another entire list on its own

Minor ability to manipulate reality of living/formerly living objects so long as deep understanding is archived

Ayames' ability to absorb all nearby life energy; useful for knocking out groups of people

Some degree of shapeshifting, including some wickedly sharp Ayame claws

'Ayame's Eyes', a mutated version of Eagle Vision that lost the 'Allies-Enemies' detention, but has insane range; can linked senses to anyone fed their blood

Can control anyone fed their blood too, but they rather not please & thanks

Creation from own blood teleport-capable cloaks & healing bandages; in addition a crystal focal, Golems too

This is based off @teecupangel's Desmond-in-Trigun post.

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In Assassin’s Creed, there’s a Precursor race called the Isu, the Ones that Came Before. Tall, supernaturally beautiful, likes to wear glowing clothes. Created the human race as slaves.

Trigun has the Plants, tall, (fanonly?) supernaturally pretty, can glow, & are a slave race to humans. Can be considered the Ones that Came After.

Both species have supernatural abilities, bordering on miraculous. Its almost like they're mirrors of each other...

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Assuming the Grey & the Higher Plane are the same or related, & the Isu are able to tap into the Grey to power their miraculous devices, mad scientists used the Animus Subjects’ bodies (who all have higher Isu genes) to create the first Plants, let’s call them the Grand Plants. They’re then used to create the canon Dependent Plants, with Desmond's stronger genes used as the main base.

Timeskip later, most of them are sent off on Colony Ships. Then, we reach canon Trigun.

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Grand Plants starts off brain dead, since they’re made from corpses. The Subjects’ fragments slowly seep in from the Grey / Higher Plane, healing the mind & soul until they can awake, years & years into the future. So by the time any Grand Plant wakes up, their Colony Ships will have already reached their planets or perished in space.

As the origin of the Plant species, each Grand Plant is stronger in their respective fields, but weaker or useless in the others. Any Independent Plant spawned will also have the same skewed ability sets as their parent GP.

Desmond is the Messiah/Cipher, ability set is everything, but he needs to unlock them first. Guess Plants can telepathically talk to his Bleeds now too, for extra hilarity.

Clay is the Scapegoat/Herald?, similar ability set to Des but weaker. He does have better mental abilities though. Plants can also talk to his Bleed, yes~

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Maybe Grand Plants can use the Higher Plane to pull inter-galaxy teleportation? Pushing it further, potential method to time travel?

Endgame is yeeting Desmond n Clay with all their Grand Plant powers back into the past, though I haven’t decided which era to. Could even drag post-canon Trigun twins along, as well as the Hopeland brothers via ‘oh, you’re half-married to my youngest? / nephew-in-law!’ shenanigans.

Since the GPs aren’t very human anymore, the Isu’s POEs can’t effect them as much, but they can still control them, perhaps even to a better degree, thanks to their understanding of future tech.

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Random stuff

Brain insists the Ark of Covenant from AC1 can summon energy animals, & shrink down to an Apple sized ring for easy storage; Why are you like this, brain

The Plants group now calling themselves Ushi / Uzi, as a reference to how they’re almost the opposite of the Isu?

#dream fragments #trigun #assassin's creed #si gremlin trio #silver diamond

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bbangsoonie · 4 years ago

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creker academy

member: eric genre: fluff (ft some angst), fantasy au word count: 6,182 synopsis: after finally triggering your hidden powers, fate lands you at creker academy, a special boarding school meant for shapeshifters. there, you learn how to control your abilities and that opposites do indeed attract.

The day you found out that you were adopted was the day your life fell apart. The secret was hidden from you until your uncle coldly drew the line at your parents’ funeral. He told you that he had no intention of taking responsibility for his brother’s actions and that you were no longer a part of the family.

That was how you ended up living alone in a tiny half-basement studio. You barely managed to afford the deposit and rent with the consolation money you received from the funeral.

Every day, Hyunjoon would come knocking at your door and every day, you would turn him away. It had only been a month since you became independent and the scar of losing your parents was still fresh. You were also too ashamed to face your friends. You didn’t want their pity and so you hid away in isolation.

On the night of your birthday, the pain became too unbearable. Although you aged another year, you were still only a teenager. Granted, you were in your last year of high school but you were still a minor. Having to fend for yourself in this harsh world was too much for you to handle.

As you cried yourself to sleep, you could feel a cold coming. The heat from your headache spread to the rest of your body and you felt yourself burning up.

After you bought some medicine from the pharmacy, you slipped into a deep slumber. Your dreams were wildly vivid. You dreamt of an enchanted forest that enticed you to take refuge in its comfort. There, animals of all species ran free and in harmony. It promised you acceptance and a home.

“It’s time you learn of your identity,” a soft voice spoke.

As soon as the whisper tickled your ears, the entire forest was up in flames. Strangely, you weren’t struck with fear. Rather, you felt empowered.

“Y/n, you need to learn how to control yourself,” the voice warned.

It was only then that you started to panic. The flames were engulfing everything in sight and all the animals were running for their lives.

“Y/n, you have to wake up. Now,” the voice commanded.

With that, your eyes shot open. To your horror, the scene in your dreams reflected the view in front of you. Your house was on fire and you were slowly getting cornered by the heat. Frightened, you look to the door only to see it consumed by the blaze.

“Trust your instincts, Y/n,” the voice in your head cooed. “Let your body take control.”

Bewildered, you had no idea what that meant. All you knew was that you had to get out of there. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to think of a solution. When you reopened them, the room seemed to be a lot bigger than normal. At that moment, you saw the window cracked open. It was your only hope.

Your body felt different when you stood up.

“Why am I so short all of a sudden?” you wondered.

You looked down and almost screamed when you saw paws instead of your feet. Except a meow came out of your throat instead.

You didn’t have time to freak out about it. Feeling something hot graze your tail, you jumped up and landed on the window sill. Your innate desire for survival kicked in and you squeezed through the opening to escape.

Once you felt fresh air in your lungs again, you ran. And ran. And ran. You didn’t know why or where you were going, but something in you told you to run. Your legs kept sprinting until they reached the forest that appeared in your dream. They came to a slow stop when you realized where you were.

“What is this place?” you pondered.

“This is the border between our world and the human world,” a woman in white suddenly emerged from the trees. “You are now about to cross into our territory.”

It was the same voice from your dream. Trying to grasp the situation, you opened your mouth to ask a million questions. But again, a meow replaced your voice.

“It’ll be easier for you to transition back once you're on our grounds,” she assured. She bent down and gestured for you to jump into her arms.

Not seeing any other option, you hesitantly took her offer. With you safely in her embrace, she passed through a translucent wall that revealed what looked like a huge campus. Your jaw dropped as you observed your surroundings. There were students walking around the magical place. You saw a girl tending the garden and gasped when her hands hovered above the flowers to revive them.

The woman brought you to an office you presumed to be hers and placed you in front of a mirror. Your shriek came out as a cute yelp and she chuckled.

“I-I’m a cat!” you thought.

“There’s an outfit you can change into once you return to your human form,” she pointed at the black dress neatly prepared on the table.

The second she finished her sentence, you felt a bare sensation. Looking down, you screeched at your naked body. Embarrassed and horrified, you quickly clothed yourself with the dress.

“W-What’s going on?” you asked, relieved to finally hear your own voice again.

“I’m sure you felt different from others your whole life?” she asked. It sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

She wasn’t wrong. All your life, you never felt like you fitted in anywhere. Maybe your body knew you were adopted before your mind did and ostracized itself. Or maybe you truly were different. You had weird talents that other kids thought were freaky, making you hide them and become introverted. For instance, you were suspiciously good at starting fires from scratch at summer camp and didn’t feel any pain when your shirt accidentally caught on fire.

“I know this must be shocking to you but you’re special, Y/n. We’ve been waiting for you. Waiting for you to trigger your powers to bring you here,” she smiled.

“My what?” you gaped.

“Your powers. What you just did back at your old house and right now. You’re a shapeshifter, Y/n. A shapeshifter with the element of fire,” she explained.

“I’m a what now?” you scoffed in disbelief.

“Creker Academy is a school and home for students just like you. It’s a place meant to train you how to control your powers. Without our guidance, you��ll lead down a path of self-destruction.”

Baffled by her words, you stared in silence. There was no way any of this was true. Surely this had to be a dream.

“This isn’t a prank or a dream, Y/n. You’ve finally found where you belong,” she clarified.

Belong. You had never felt like you really belonged anywhere. But now, someone was telling you that you belonged with them. That they wanted you there. That they had been waiting for you.

“I understand you must feel overwhelmed. But there are procedures to follow so I’m afraid you will have to begin your tour first. A fellow student will be arriving soon to show you around.”

As if on cue, a boy around your age knocked on the door and came in after receiving the woman’s permission to enter.

“Hello, Headmaster,” he bowed.

“Eric, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Eric. He will be helping you adjust here,” she introduced.

Eric was bright eyed and eager to meet a new friend. You, on the other hand, were quite reserved and uncomfortable in your new environment.

He was excitedly pointing out the purpose of each room you passed by and rambled on about the social norms of the boarding school. You learned that on top of academics, there were classes on virtues and physical training. And of course, classes that taught you how to properly use and contain your powers.

The use of magic was strictly prohibited inside any and all buildings. Students could practice their skills outside but were forbidden from any acts that could potentially put someone or something at risk. That was the one rule that was rigidly enforced and obeyed.

“So what animal and element are you?” he curiously pried. “I’m a dog with the element of water.”

“I’m… apparently a cat,” you felt ridiculous saying it aloud. “And control fire.”

“Ah, you’re a member of the fire element,” he nodded. “What that means is that your element rivals with mine. Some people see fire elements as hotheaded, impulsive, and extreme. Water elements are sometimes emotional, sensitive, and antisocial. But those are all just stereotypes, of course. Not everyone fits into the standard. I, for one, am very outgoing. And your animal obviously plays a role in your personality. I guess the dog in me overpowers the water.”

You had moved on from the indoor portion of the tour to the outside part. He was showing you the garden you had passed by earlier. It was full of flowers that wouldn’t be in bloom this season in the normal world.

“I’m a strong believer in that there are good traits about each element. For example, fire elements are passionate, inspirational, and expressive. They’re arguably the most fun people you’ll ever meet. Water elements are empathetic, imaginative, and loving. But again, all this is relative and doesn’t accurately describe each person,” he reminded. “The only reason there’s still a stupid feud is because some people love sticking to the status quo and labeling others.”

“What are the other elements? Air and earth?”

“Yup! Air elements are independent, talkative, fickle, and nonconformists. Most likely social butterflies. Earth elements are disciplined, loyal, organized, and judgemental. Oftentimes the leader.”

Eric greeted a male student who was passing by with two other boys. He exchanged smiles with the three of them who offered you a kind nod of acknowledgement.

“That was Sangyeon. He’s a bear. On his left is Jacob, a rabbit. The one on the right is Younghoon, who’s also a dog like me. They’re all earth elements,” he disclosed. “Sangyeon is the class representative of our grade. Definitely fits the leader stereotype.”

You couldn’t get over how thrilled he was to be your tour guide. He was filling you in on even the little details of the social life at the academy. He told you about how transfer students were rare and that it was his first time seeing a new student.

His vibrancy contrasted your somber aura. If he noticed, he didn’t comment on it. He was having too much fun getting to know you.

“Oh! That’s Hyunjae and Juyeon,” Eric suddenly pointed at a pair of boys on a morning run. He waved at the two who waved back before speeding up.

“The one with brown hair is Hyunjae, a wolf and fire element. His real name is Jaehyun but he changed it to Hyunjae once he got to Creker Academy. Juyeon’s the one with black hair and is a cat like you. Except he’s a water element like me,” he grinned. “They’re my best friends. Oh, and this guy named Sunwoo who’s a raccoon with the element of fire. As you can see, water and fire elements can get along fine and well. So don’t listen to anyone who says otherwise.”

By the time he was done showing you around, a bell rang and students began to convene inside. Eric explained that the bell was signaling the beginning of classes and brought you to his homeroom.

“Breakfast is buffet style and self served. It’s up to you to wake up and come down to eat. The cafeteria remains open for an hour until that bell rings and we have to get to class,” he said you entered.

Looking around for an empty seat, his face lit up when he spotted one. He sat at his desk and tapped on the one behind him to let you know that it was yours to take.

You still hadn’t processed all that’s happened since dawn. Everything felt like a haze. Nevertheless, you found yourself paying attention when the teacher walked in. He scanned the room to find a new face and smiled when he made eye contact with you.

“Alright, guys. I’m happy to announce that we have a new student that will be joining us starting today,” he beckoned for you to come up to the front of the classroom.

You wanted to shrivel up and crawl into a hole. Feeling your classmates gazes on you, you gulped and began to sweat. You were never a fan of attention. You quickly introduced yourself before rushing back to your seat, eliciting giggles from a few students. Your cheeks heated up and you felt that burning tingle again.

The awkwardness made you transform back into a cat, making your classmates gasp. Their intensified stares made the tips of your fur ignite, alarming the teacher who tried to calm you down.

“Well I guess she’s a fire cat,” a girl snickered.

Eric shot her a glare before leaning in to ask if you wanted him to put the fire out with his water. Not knowing what else to do, you nodded and the next thing you knew, you were drenched.

So much for your first day.

You ran out of the room before you could change back into a human. You fled but didn’t know where to go. You grew anxious, desperately hoping you wouldn’t end up flashing anyone.

“Hey!” someone called out. You turned around to see a male approaching you. Panicking, you dove into a bush.

“You’re the newbie, right?” he asked, taking something out of his bag. He dug out a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts and placed them in front of you. “I usually carry around a spare outfit in case of emergencies. I hope you don’t mind the fit.”

You were still in your animal form so you peaked your head out to look at him.

“My name’s Chanhee. Air element penguin,” he squatted down to meet your eyes. “Everyone’s first day is rough. You’re not the only one who’s had incidents like this so try not to feel so bad about it.”

He stood to go back to class, leaving you to change in privacy once you returned to your normal body. Your hair was still wet as you dragged yourself back to the headmaster’s office.

The headmaster looked at you with pity when you walked in looking worn out. You didn’t have to tell her for her to know what happened.

“How about I show you to your dorm?” she warmly suggested. Anything was better than returning to the classroom.

Due to your late enrollment, you were assigned a single room as opposed to the traditional double rooms. You were glad you didn’t have to go through the process of meeting and getting used to a roommate. It was a small but cozy space and the closet was filled with clothes.

You realized all of your belongings were probably burned down in your old home. Now you really didn’t have anything to go back to.

Before the headmaster left to allow you to settle in, she insisted that you join your classmates for lunch later. You wanted to say that you just wanted to stay in your room but her stern look had you close your mouth.

So you begrudgingly made your way to the cafeteria and gawked at the amount of students packed inside. Feeling them stare at you, you tried to ignore their whispers as you grabbed a tray of food. To your relief, you saw Eric motioning you over and went to go sit down next to him.

His group of friends was fairly large. You saw the boys he had named earlier that day and were surprised to see Chanhee again.

“Hi! I’m Changmin,” one enthusiastically waved. “I’m an air squirrel.”

“Haknyeon, air pig,” another raised his hand.

“My animal is a hamster and my element is water. You can call me Kevin,” the last one smiled.

After shyly exchanging greetings with everyone, you poked at the rice on your plate. The food was undeniably better than the food served at your old school. However, thinking about your old school made your stomach drop as you thought of the friends you left behind. You were sure Hyunjoon was worried sick about you.

“Do you hate water? And have you always hated water? I would assume you don’t like it very much as a cat and fire element,” Changmin looked at you with sparkling eyes that displayed his curiosity.

“Yeah I actually never learned how to swim. I guess that explains why. I never had a reason when my friends asked me about it,” you mused. In hindsight, your unreasonable hatred and fear of water made sense.

“Interesting, interesting,” he nodded.

Like that, the next couple of months flew by. You were put on an intensive program to catch up with your peers and received one-on-one tutoring to help you learn how to shapeshift at will. You could now easily turn into a cat but still had trouble returning to your human form.

To your dismay, you were denied communication with the outside world. The headmaster was very much against risking having the academy and everyone’s identities exposed. Which meant that you weren’t allowed to contact anyone from your previous life.

One good thing was that you were no longer the hot topic of the school. People’s interest in you died down when you didn’t reciprocate theirs.

You grew close to Eric and his group of friends. They were an interesting bunch. Each of them were uniquely chaotic.

Eric was the exact opposite of you. Literally. As a water element dog, his personality contrasted your fiery cat. Everything from your food tastes to fashion style were different. Yet, you felt the most comfortable with him. He brought light into your life and made adjusting to your new school easier.

You were also always at odds with Juyeon. Although you were both cats, he was everything you weren’t. He was sweet but you just didn’t match on so many things. This meant for a very awkward but pleasant friendship.

You got along best with Chanhee. His air side complemented your fire and he quickly became your closest friend. He was both sassy and caring and you appreciated his endless concern and support for you.

Changmin was a wild card. He and Sunwoo wrecked havoc everywhere they went as Younghoon and Haknyeon incited them while Kevin and Jacob were trying their best to prevent them from destroying the campus. Sangyeon and Hyunjae, who were usually busy with student council matters, were the only ones who could calm everyone down but sometimes chose to enjoy the mayhem.

“Did you guys hear the rumors?” Sunwoo bursted through the classroom door panting. “The headmaster is considering an overnight field trip for the seniors!”

Jaws dropped and gasps spread throughout the students. The room was immediately in a buzz as everyone was shocked and excited at the possibility of leaving the sealed territory. It had been 5 years since students were allowed a trip in the outside world.

The homeroom teacher came in and hushed everyone to quiet down. He couldn’t hide the smile that forced its way onto his face after seeing how happy his students looked.

“Is it true we might get a senior trip?” Haknyeon impatiently asked.

“I cannot comment on that. An official announcement will be made later today,” the teacher said.

“That’s not a no!” Younghoon squealed.

True to his words, the headmaster’s voice was heard over the PA system before the dismissal bell. She congratulated the seniors on their hard work and announced that they would be given the opportunity to sign up to spend 3 days and 2 nights on a cruise.

The entire floor of students erupted into cheers and you heard footsteps run across as they barged into classrooms to find their friends and rejoice together. Changmin came into your classroom dragging Kevin and Juyeon behind him.

“Guys, I can’t believe it! It’s been forever since I last saw humans,” Changmin gushed.

“The whole point of us going on a private boat is to ensure that we don’t have any run-ins with humans,” Kevin reminded.

“Yeah but I’m sure we’d pass by them on our way there,” Changmin rolled his eyes.

Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Jacob strolled in, greeting your group of friends with a nod of acknowledgment. They waited as the rest of you gathered your stuff to leave together.

“Everyone’s going, right? Y/n, you too?” Eric asked.

“Umm,” you hesitated as you looked at their expectant eyes. “I honestly don’t know if it’d be a good idea… I’m still not in complete control over my powers.”

“Aw but Y/n! You can’t miss out on this once in a lifetime trip with all of us!” Sunwoo whined.

“Yeah, it’ll be your last time leaving campus before graduating! Plus, it’ll be your first and last major bonding experience with our class,” Younghoon pouted.

“I know how hard fire can be to control. If you want, I can stay with you and try to help you detect signs of distress before it manifests itself,” Hyunjae offered.

“And I‘ll be next to you to put out any accidents!” Eric beamed.

“You know I always have extra clothes in my bag,” Chanhee added.

You couldn’t say no to the 11 pairs of pleading eyes. They all so desperately wanted you to go with them that it warmed your heart. It hadn’t even been long since you first met them but they always treated you like you were with them from the start.

So you added your name to the list of students and that was how you ended up dragging your suitcase to the giant cruise ship. Haknyeon was bouncing in excitement next to you as the throng of high schoolers slowly made their way inside.

Room assignments were the same as back at the academy, which meant that you were in a single by yourself again. Changmin expressed his envy as Chanhee happily pulled him into their shared room.

Once you were unpacked, you headed to the deck and admired the seascape. The ship was already sailing into the vast ocean and the endless horizon felt so freeing. Leaning on the handrails, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The salty smell brought back memories of visiting the beach with your parents.

You felt someone join you but didn’t open your eyes. You could tell by their footsteps that it was Eric.

“Enjoying the change in environment?” he asked.

“Makes me a bit nostalgic,” you said as you opened your eyes.

The wind was strong and the waves were violently crashing into the sides of the boat. With the sun glistening in the water’s reflection, you squinted a bit to appreciate the scenery in front of you.

“Isn’t the view so pretty?” you sighed in content. You didn’t notice that he wasn’t looking at the sea. Instead, he was staring at you.

“Yeah. Extremely pretty,” he found himself saying with a soft smile.

To Eric’s slight annoyance, Sunwoo came and tactlessly interrupted the moment to tell you two to meet everyone else at the pool. He was raving about the jacuzzi next to it and eagerly tugged at Eric’s sleeve to hurry him up.

Younghoon was already shoving Hyunjae’s head underwater when you arrived. Jacob waved at you from the chaise lounge and you sat down next to him. Giggling, you watched Sangyeon climb on top of both of them as Juyeon egged him on. Changmin and Chanhee were relaxing in the jacuzzi while Kevin and Haknyeon were piling food on their plates at the snack bar.

Eric was thrown into the pool thanks to Sunwoo’s push and he emerged to the surface screaming and laughing. Using his powers to add more pressure, he splashed Sunwoo with water, who ran off shrieking.

“Do you not like the water as well?” you turned around to face Jacob.

“I don’t necessarily dislike it but I don’t really like it either,” he shrugged. “I don’t mind jumping in if the guys tell me to join.”

“Do you hate the water or are you afraid of it?” Haknyeon asked as he and Kevin took a seat next to you.

“I guess both?” you answered.

“You know, contrary to popular belief, I’m actually not that fond of large bodies of water either,” Kevin said as he offered Jacob a bite of his pizza. “Pretty weird for a water element, huh?”

“Hey, hey, we don’t stick to stereotypes. We are all individuals with personalities and preferences unique to our own character,” Jacob chided.

“Oh how I love confirmation biases,” Haknyeon joked.

You had to admit it was pretty interesting to see how each person matched and defied their element and animal characteristics. It was like taking a personality test and fervently agreeing with the parts that were true and blatantly ignoring the parts that weren’t.

The rest of the day was spent fooling around and playing games. There was never a dull moment with the boys. They were always in high spirits and full of energy.

Even at dinner, your table was the loudest one. Juyeon had been sneakily stealing a few bites of fish off of Haknyeon’s plate, who took great offense when he finally noticed. Meanwhile, Eric was bargaining with Younghoon for his chicken. At the mention of chicken, Hyunjae joined in on the negotiation of the last piece of meat.

So far, you haven't had a risky moment with either your element or animal. You were in complete control and didn’t need guidance—although Chanhee remained by your side just in case. When you made it back to your room to call it a night, you were relieved and proud that the trip was going smoothly without any hiccups.

Perhaps you spoke too early.

In one of the rooms down the hall, a girls’ night had turned awry. One of the girls, a water element, began crying and started a waterflow that got out of hand. The more she panicked and tried to stop it, the higher the water rose. It quickly seeped into the hallway and into other rooms.

With her friends screaming at her to make it stop, it only escalated with a loud whoosh as the door broke open from the pressure. Now in full panic mode, the girls shrieked and realized that the place was flooding from the inside out.

They trudged through the rising water to flee, banging on doors on their way out. Doors swung open as students woke up from the commotion.

By the time Juyeon finally managed to wake Eric up from his deep sleep, the water was nearly up to the bed. The roommates freaked out, wondering what the heck was going on. Juyeon quickly grabbed his bag and hurried Eric to leave.

On their way out, however, they saw that your door was still closed.

“Shit, Y/n can’t swim,” Eric gasped.

“The water’s not that deep yet. Let’s get her out while it’s still walkable,” Juyeon said as he threw his bag down and started walking towards your room.

Meanwhile, you were still sound asleep. You were startled awake by the pounding. When you registered the situation, the fear made you shift into a cat before you could get up and unlock the door. You anxiously glanced at the closed door as the water began to climb up your body.

Outside, Eric felt a pit form in his stomach. Getting worried, he decided to break your door open. With the help of Juyeon, he barely slammed the heavy wood down by mustering up all the strength he had.

“Y/n!” he yelled when he finally saw you.

You were struggling to keep your head above the water and it was getting harder by the second to not breathe in the liquid. He rushed to pick you up and kept you afloat even when he stumbled. The waves were now reaching his chest.

Juyeon transformed into his cat form to swim as Eric trekked through the hall. You were clinging onto him and Eric was holding onto you tightly as well. You could feel him pant and his heart beat fast. Tucked under his arm, you looked up to see beads of sweat falling from his forehead.

Your own heart skipped a beat at the sight. You could tell how much he cared for you. He made you feel wanted. Needed. Important.

You two were polar opposites but still complemented each other so well. He was the optimism you lacked and you were his rock. You kept him grounded and he made you laugh.

When you finally escaped to the deck, Juyeon stepped away to change back into a human and put on clothes. Your friends crowded around you, Younghoon drying you off with a towel and Chanhee placing a clean outfit next to you.

“Alright, everyone, settle down,” the headmaster called out, turning heads. “I’m glad you’re all safely out but it’ll take some time to drain the water. Please calmly stay in groups until we sort everything out.”

Thanks to your months of training, you were now able to sense when your transformation was about to occur. You grabbed the clothes with your mouth and ran off before you could flash anyone. You sheepishly returned wearing one of Chanhee’s pajama shirts and with water still dripping from your hair.

“Y/n!” Sunwoo dramatically whined, jumping you for a hug. Displeased, Eric peeled him off of you and handed you another towel.

“Thanks, Eric,” you smiled. “For… everything.”

“No problem,” he grinned as he ruffled your head.

“Thank God these two got you out safe and sound,” Sangyeon sighed in relief. You apologized for worrying everyone, to which Hyunjae insisted that you had no reason to feel sorry.

Luckily, the next day was not as eventful. A dinner party was prepared for the last night on the cruise and you got to dress up and have fun. You enjoyed a relaxing time in the ballroom with music playing from the speakers and the boys embarrassing themselves on the dance floor.

You giggled as you watched Changmin ask his crush for a dance after Chanhee quite literally pushed his friend to approach her. It was sweet to see both of them all shy in each other’s arms.

Juyeon nudged Eric and nodded in your direction to ask if he was going to ask you to dance as well. When Eric pretended not to know what he was talking about, Sunwoo joined in to tease him.

“Come on, bro. We all know you like her. Just hurry up and make a move already,” Sunwoo snickered.

“Ooh are we talking about Y/n?” Hyunjae came after eavesdropping.

“I hate you guys,” Eric rolled his eyes as he tried to hide his blush.

Learning from Chanhee, Sunwoo shoved his best friend towards you and fled after he bumped into you. Shooting him a glare, Eric silently swore at him with his eyes. He cringed before turning around to face you.

He felt his breath being stolen away when his eyes met yours. You were absolutely stunning. The glimmer of the chandelier shining on your enhanced your features and he found himself lost in your orbs.

From a few tables away, Kevin and Jacob had joined the other three guys to fanboy over the interaction. Juyeon whispered “he’s totally whipped” to Sunwoo who failed to hold back his laughter. Eric, however, didn’t even notice. He was too busy gaping at you.

“Uhh is there something on my face?” you asked, bringing your palm to your cheek. You were slightly self conscious at his intense staring.

“Beauty,” he blurted. Trying to play it cool, he acted confident and ignored the burst of laughter from his friends. You felt your face heat up at his comment and awkwardly coughed as you looked away.

“Y-You look great too,” you stuttered.

On his way to pour himself some more punch, Chanhee loudly told you to just dance with Eric. He passed by and continued to walk towards the drinks without a care as to how flustered he left you two. Your friends were practically doubling over in laughter at this point.

So Eric boldly held your hand and gently guided you to the dance floor. Feeling your body heat up, he applied his cooling powers on you to prevent you from igniting flames.

“I guess we could say there’s a spark between us,” he joked.

The rest of the night flew by in a blur. You hadn’t felt so carefree in so long. For the first time in a while, you weren’t hung up on the past or worried about the future. You simply appreciated the moment as you were living it.

You never expected things to turn out the way it did. With the death of your parents, you lost a lot of things. But your new friends made you feel complete again. They healed you in ways you couldn’t have imagined.

The revelation of your true identity also brought you peace. You no longer felt like the odd one out. Your own powers didn’t scare you and you felt safe learning about them at the boarding school.

However, you began to doubt all of that the second you docked back on land. You were chatting with Eric about his favorite ramen brand when an all-too-familiar voice made you freeze.

“Y/n..?” he carefully called out. He slowly came up to see if it really was you and gasped when he saw that it was.

Eric didn’t know why he suddenly felt uneasy. Maybe it was because an unknown male had made a reappearance in your life or maybe it was because he recognized the way he was looking at you. It was the same way he looked at you as well.

Chanhee, now protective and defensive, slightly pushed you to the back to ask who he was.

“It’s okay, Chanhee. He’s my friend,” you assured, stepping forward.

Juyeon scowled, not liking that you were interacting with people from the human world. It was borderline going against the rules.

��Hey, Hyunjoon. Long time no see,” you timidly greeted.

“Are you kidding me? You disappeared after a fire burned down your house and that’s all you have to say to me?” Hyunjoon fumed.

You winced at the pain evident in his voice. It had hurt you to ignore your best friend and there hadn’t been a day where you didn’t miss him. Guilt-ridden, you were unable to meet his eyes. He took you by surprise by pulling you in for a hug.

“We thought of the worst, Y/n,” he murmured. “I forgive you for going M.I.A. on me. It’s okay. Everything’s fine as long as you’re here.”

You choked back tears but couldn’t stop one from falling down your cheek. You heard the headmaster gathering the students to get on the bus back home and knew that you didn’t have much time before you had to leave him again. Sangyeon patted you on the shoulder and ran ahead to ask the headmaster for leniency.

“I-I have to go soon,” you stammered as you broke away from his embrace.

“Go where? You’re not coming back home?” Hyunjoon asked.

“I… have a new home now,” you gulped. “I can’t tell you where and I can’t promise that I’ll be able to see you again. But I’ve missed you. I still do.”

“Are you safe?” he whispered after staying silent for a bit. “Are you happy?”

You took a glimpse of your group of friends that was unconvincingly pretending to not listen to the conversation. It almost made you chuckle despite the situation.

“Yeah,” you trailed off. “I’m doing well, Hyunjoon. And I hope the same for you. I’m sorry.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” he forced a smile as he hugged you one last time. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Hyunjoon.”

It pained you to see him watch you walk away. Your heart broke with each step you took. On the ride back to the forest, you stared out the window. Eric, sitting next to you, softly squeezed your hand to offer you some comfort.

“I made the right choice, right?” you asked, leaning on his shoulder.

“Do you regret it?” he cautiously asked.

You thought about it. You definitely missed Hyunjoon and all of your other old friends. You also definitely felt bad that you left them behind without a word and still couldn’t provide an explanation. But at the same time, you’ve grown to love your new school and new friends. You no longer had to be on edge without even knowing the reason why. Creker Academy made you feel confident. The boys made you feel accepted. Eric made you feel loved.

“No,” you answered with certainty. “Not at all.”

a/n: for the eric to my sunwoo, @sohnhorizon

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qwanderer · 4 years ago

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What makes a Loki a Loki?

Loki is called upon to be a lot of different people. He’s been raised on Asgard, and that’s formed some of the more basic aspects of his personality and values, but at the same time he has attributes that have been consistently discouraged and pushed down by that culture, and we can see them step forward as he moves into situations where they are encouraged.

Throughout the canons, there are a lot of Lokis. Siege Loki, Lady Loki, Kid Loki and his murderer, Ikol, King Loki, and the God/Goddess of Stories. The earlier aspects I know only by secondhand information, but I’m very familiar with Loki from Young Avengers and Agent of Asgard, some of my favorite comics of all time. But I know some basic facts - the way the earliest Loki was a quintessential comic book villain full of pure simple theatrical mischief and ridiculous schemes, the fact that Lady Loki was a somewhat more sinister appropriator of bodies for her own use.

In my view, MCU!Loki has, at the very least, the same capacity to shift personalities depending on the circumstances, and I haven’t yet seen anything in the Loki show that’s thrown my suspension of disbelief with regards to his characterization.

I’ve seen some people rebel at the idea of Loki gleeful over the destruction of Pompeii and the causing of chaos it allowed, but it reminds me of some meta I wrote very early on in my years of meta-writing in the MCU. The values Loki was raised with, Asgardian values, sometimes treat death very lightly, especially death in battle, especially human or otherwise non-Aesir death. In the Aesir context, at least to a certain extent and certainly in terms of what we’ve seen Odin teach his sons onscreen, violence is honorable, fighting is an adventure, lives are cheap and Valhalla is the ultimate goal.

I think a lot of the central conflict of Loki’s character is that he follows some of these principles to their logical conclusions in situations that Aesir values never meant them to cover. If life is unimportant, then it won’t be so bad if I tell Thor that Odin is dead. If the throne of Asgard has dominion over all the Nine Realms, then why shouldn’t I rule Midgard?

But he also shifts the way he acts to suit the situation. He is a shifter, it’s what he does. On Asgard, he is expected to be a warrior, a dignified prince, a companion and support for his brother. The values are bravery and dignity, and so a lot of what he projects there is bravado and elegance, which are close enough for him to get by.

When he is taken by Thanos, the only things Thanos wants and values are power and death. So Loki becomes an avatar of power and death. He carries that with him to Earth, because he is still very much under the jurisdiction of Thanos. But he very quickly learns how to use and manipulate Earth values, like wit and pathos. They seem to fit him better than the others, and he carries them through the other movies and the different frameworks he finds himself in.

He also tends to carry Asgard with him, the knowledge that he’s a prince, destined to be a king, that he needs to carry himself a certain way, with that elegance, dignity and bravado.

When I see Loki in the first episode of the show, I recognize him as some of the deepest, most quintessential parts of Loki that have only been allowed to peek out on occasion before. And that is due to manipulation on Mobius’s part - Mobius makes it very clear what he expects of Loki. To get down to the very basic levels of him and find out his motivations, what makes him fundamentally himself - “What makes Loki tick?” There’s a quiet void there, and the only thing that’s being asked of Loki, for once, is that he sit down and fill that void with words - the truest and most sincere words possible.

There’s a clear and interesting divide between that phase for Loki, and the phase we see in episode two - Mobius has stopped providing that space, and in the interim, he’s made it very clear what he expects Loki to be like, what mold he’d prefer the trickster to fit into.

The hard-working, lovable scamp.

Loki is hiding his deepest self again, which we all do most of the time. Loki can’t feel that deeply and express that freely all the time. Because of the environment he’s in - which may not be any more or less free than any of the other environments he’s experienced - he expresses himself in a particular way. He is the hard-working, mischievous scamp Mobius has been pushing him to be.

I don’t think he’s any more or less himself than he’s ever been - he’s simply responding to different pressures. And the pressures of this episode press him very hard into the Neal Caffrey mold. Which is an interesting mold in itself - when I was writing White Collar fic, I made a point to distinguish who Neal was when he was with Peter and who he was under different circumstances - prison, witness protection, with Mozzie, with Kate. (I wrote an autistic Kate, and had him most freely himself when he was with her.)

Like Neal Caffrey, the Episode 2 Loki is treading a line between behaviors that will get him things because he’s useful and compliant, behaviors that will demonstrate that he’s into minor trickery for fun now and might not be getting up to anything bigger, and those bigger tricks that are definitely still running in the background. It’s the obvious balance for a trickster on a leash with an indulgent bureaucrat.

You can see that it’s a facade in the way that he is near tears when he sees the Ragnarok paperwork, but when he brings it to Mobius’s attention and Mobius expresses his sympathies, Loki says “Yes, very sad,” and then dismisses it in favor of moving on to his mischievous enthusiasm over the resulting theory he’s had.

Like all good lies, it’s built out of truth, so when I see this Loki, I see pieces of the Loki I know, just put together a little differently, which is how Loki seems to do it.

Although he’s not free as he might hope to be, and in fact threading a narrow path between a very constricting set of pressures, I do still think he’s enjoying the dropped expectations of dignity and elegance. I think he’s enjoying being in a culture that encourages him to be a geek. To go on about the things he’s passionate about and his areas of expertise. And I think that’s a lot of what unsettles people about this Loki, because that elegance and dignity have carried everywhere else with him. And I’m not going to argue that the TVA are doing anything nice for him - quite the contrary - but I still do enjoy seeing him able to be the geek he’s always had the inclination to be, in the right circumstances.

It makes me wonder, a little, how much his mother is on his mind right now, after the first episode, because if I had a guess, the last time he’s felt free to be this enthusiastic and expressive about his interests is in magic lessons with her as a child.

So. The other variant.

We know from the Lady Loki comics arc that Loki can possess other people’s bodies over the long term, and we know from kid!Loki and his murderer interacting in YA that the original occupant of a body can sometimes hang around and talk back, if only as a figment of his imagination. We know from most incarnations that Loki can go to a lot of dark places if the circumstances push him to it.

As I’ve said before, I’m intrigued by the question the difference between the two variants poses - how much different can two Lokis be before they are no longer meaningfully the same person?

We’ve got clues on both sides, of course - our scamp on a leash saying “I wouldn’t do this to myself” on the side of them being not the same person, and the vengeful goddess he’s chasing saying “I was afraid they’d found a better version of me” on the side of them being the same person.

The more I think about it, the more I’m willing to predict that this vengeful goddess is, in some way, an incarnation of Loki. But (be warned, I’m going to reference Stephenie Meyer now) it could be in as small a way as something out of The Host - a stolen body’s original personality fighting dirty against the invading spirit.

If this is something based on the character of Sylvie from the comics, it could still be anything from a person - human or Asgardian - chosen and manipulated by Loki to do his bidding, to a full-on possession, or even a body constructed for a specific purpose but developing its own personality traits.

We know this variant is a body hopper, and Mobius’s briefing mentioned that it’s an inherent ability of most Lokis to shapeshift, so there are a lot of potential explanations for this unfamiliar shape.

But the differences between the variants could also stem mostly from different experiences.

The only thing I’m at all sure of is that this variant has also been tortured by Thanos. It’s possible that she branched earlier - that the wild desperation of having freshly escaped Thanos translated into being dragged into the TVA like a cornered wildcat, on the raggedy edge and desperate enough to go all-out to get out of the collar while still in the custody of the minute men. Then, as she became familiar with the TVA in concept and execution, developed opinions and built a personality around taking them down, taking them apart the way she wished she could do to Thanos, the way Thanos did to her.

But she could also have branched later - after the destruction of Asgard, or when Thanos appeared on the refugee ship. After the worst has happened to her people. With some preexisting notion that time could have gone differently, that some things that had happened should not be allowed to happen.

I have a weak spot for interactions between incarnations of Loki in the comics, so I am incredibly eager to see the MCU’s take on this.

#Loki meta #the loki show #loki spoilers #loki laufeyson #loki #meta #marvel #comics #616 #white collar #the host #sylvie #loki s1e2

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the-fae-folk · 4 years ago

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What type of powers do faeries have? What can they do with their magic and what can't they?

It’s actually a really good question, but a surprisingly hard one to answer. Let’s take a step back and look at what people have believed that Fairies actually are. They are described as a kind of mythical creature that is metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural. These strange folk don’t actually have one single origin but are an amalgamation of countless sources of Folklore from across Europe. There are even different explanations given to the origin or nature of Fairies. Describing them as demons, deities, fallen or neutral angels, spirits of the dead or never living, incarnations of nature, prehistoric precursors to humans, deified ancestors, or even beings from Otherworlds beyond our own. But what can they do? What do their powers and magics entail? Well lets start with the most obvious. Glamour is easily the most remembered of fairy magics, but what it actually is is a lot harder to define than you would think. Nowadays, contemporary fantasy has distilled the idea of glamour into a sort of powerful illusion magic with the capability to make a person see, hear, feel, taste, even touch something that is different in nature then they are perceiving. Sometimes this is combined with the idea that the strength of belief can make something true and that powerful enough glamours can transcend mere illusion to become reality. But older variations of glamour, while they include much of this idea of illusion magic, has some interesting variations on it. Sometimes glamour included actual shapeshifting to a form that wasn’t the person’s own. Or it was used in hiding and disguising or making things and persons invisible to human eyes. They were said to be able to change their size and make themselves appear very small or very large. Whatever glamour is, it seems to deal heavily with perception and charisma. Other powers that Fairies were said to hold depended on where the story itself came from. The ancient Irish Tuatha Dé Danann who are said to have become the Fairy Folk after being driven from their homeland were thought to have had supernatural powers and magical artifacts of incredible power. Dagda’s cauldron which produced feasts which no company left unsatisfied, the spear of Lugh which was said to have never been beaten in any battle it was used in, the sword of light from whom no one ever escaped after it was drawn from its sheath, and the Stone of Fál which would cry out beneath the king who would take sovereignty of Ireland. Norse stories lent some of their own myths to the idea of creating artifacts with power. Chains that cannot break, goblets that flow with the power of the whole sea, magical clothing that grants the wearer all kinds of powers. Some stories gave them magic of a much darker kind. The ability to inflict diseases or afflictions upon those who crossed them, or sometimes just for pure malice. Sometimes to injure or even kill humans or others of their own kind without ever touching them. Causing persons to sicken and die over time or become addicted through various magical methods (such as being tricked into eating fairy food), or being entranced sexually or romantically against your will or better nature. In some cases they even performed what might be described as a binding upon a person to force their will onto them, or break that will entirely and turn a person into a puppet. Nature based Fairy Folklore often depicted them as being personifications of natural forces such as trees, flowers, rivers, lakes, and hills. But sometimes they were shown as beings who simply were closer to and more knowledgeable about nature and therefore could control or influence it in ways that humans could not fathom. Wings, though common in Victorian artwork were actually incredibly rare in Folklore. Flight, on the other hand, was not. Fae were often depicted as having various means of travel. The taming of birds, beasts, and insects to carry them, or magical flying through the air, or even some means of teleportation were all mentioned ways that the Folk could travel with magic. A lot of fairy lore involves people attempting to ward off Faeries with charms and minor enchantments such as St. John’s Wort, Four leaf clovers, wearing your clothes inside out, or carrying iron or fresh homemade bread. Much of this sort of thing tends to contradict itself. For example some stories mention bells keeping fairies away, while others depict fairy queens and ladies with bells on the harness of their horse. Even the things that were “Known” about the fairies usually just led to more confusion. One knew that giving clothing as a gift to a house brownie would drive it away. But there was a difference of opinion as to why. Whether the inferior clothing offended them, or if they were so delighted by the gift that they took it and left. A stray compliment or complaint could drive away a house faerie just the same. One account mentions a farmer whose field was magically threshed by the Folk, only after all his corn was finished the threshing continued and he guessed that they were stealing his neighbor’s corn, leaving him the choice of offending the Faeries by telling them to stop, or offending them by profiting from the theft of corn. Its important to note that some of the powers the Fae were thought to have are only mentioned in passing or vaguely discussed. Given how often people who intruded upon Fairy Rings found themselves stranded from their own time or even outside time altogether, it is clear that the Fae have some connection to a temporal magic we don’t get a clear explanation of. Whether the person returns the same age a hundred years later, or before they were even born, or turns to dust the moment they leave the circle because they age all at once in a single moment, the idea of time magic is not to be dismissed.

Granting wishes, having prophetic or near prophetic knowledge, being able to exert control over beings whose names they discover, having all kinds of powers and restrictions related to contracts and deals...these are many of the abilities that never seem to have a clear cut explanation because much of the lore either ignores the details concerning the whys and wherefores of such powers, or changes depending on where each bit of folklore came from.

And they of course have the ability to traverse easily to whatever Otherworlds are mentioned and discussed in the multitudes of stories. Whether underground, hidden in secluded parts of the world away from humans, or in another world entirely they seem to have many gates and keys that humans have a harder time working with. There are a lot of different things that have been occasionally attributed to Fairies that are also given to other characters and peoples in stories. Herbal and spellcraft type magic usually reserved for witches, the broader swaths of sorcery most often seen in characters like Gandalf in “The Lord of the Rings” who works mostly with very subtle touches of power and more his own influence and knowledge, ritual and ceremonial magic, and much else. In conclusion, it is interesting to see that while almost everything we have about the Faerie Folk agrees that they are incredibly powerful and dangerous to cross, we have very little concrete knowledge of what that power actual entails. For the most part it seems that the greatest danger from the Faeries is not their magic, but their inclination to play pranks upon humanity. Harmless or harmful, they kidnap and steal and mess up or break. They cause havoc and they fix at unexpected moments. It is possible that the nature of the Faerie power is not magic at all but simply a greater knowledge and understanding of forces of the world we cannot perceive. Like how an ant cannot fathom why the entire world seems to be having an earthquake, and no amount of explaining things like tractors and farms is going to make it understand, but at least if we could talk to it we might get it to figure out who was responsible, even if it doesn’t really know why or how.

#fairy #faerie #sidhe #otherfolk #otherworld #magic #powers #power #limits #glamour #root

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hualianff · 4 years ago

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Meta AU

Thinking about an AU where roughly half of the human population are born with special abilities. Historically, those who were blessed with such powers–referred to as metahumans, or meta for short–reigned over those who did not. Metahumans resided at the top of social ladders, maintained influential positions in government, ran the most successful corporate businesses, and dominated all aspects of society.

Only within the last three hundred years has there been significant progress in uprooting the hierarchical systems. At least, enough to protect regular humans from enslavement, perpetual poverty, and exposure to meta-against-meta violence. Furthermore, the most recent war involving multiple meta-lead tyrannies wiped out more than three-fourths of the existing metahuman population.

One century later, metas are now the minority among regular humans. Their powers are still seen as dangerous and other-worldly. Horrendous myths and anecdotes have bred skepticism and contempt, but the ludicrous chaos of rampant, uncontrolled beasts have been left behind in history books.

Regardless, the newer generation of metas typically doesn’t go around flaunting their powers in public for the risk of judgment and surveillance. Though they are required to register their abilities as soon as they develop through extensive government documentation. Even something as harmless as distinguishing lies from truths or shapeshifting could be used for corrupt reasons depending on the person.

In general, metas kept to themselves in the shadows.

Twenty-four-year-old HC has been putting up with other peoples’ shit his entire life. First, his shitty parents; his mother who neglected and abandoned him; his father who loathed and abused him. Second, his cursed power which physically manifested where others could see.

HC’s power resides in his unmatching eyes–one black, one red–and relies on eye contact. His left “normal-colored” eye can sift through peoples’ memories pertaining to the questions he asks. His right discolored eye puts people in their worst nightmare or lived experience. Once they beg for mercy, an act of submission, HC can manipulate them into doing whatever he says.

Growing up, before HC came of age where metas exhibited hints of their powers, people couldn’t bear to look at his mismatched eyes—especially his father. HC’s father banked on having a child with a beneficial ability for greedy purposes, but all he saw in his son was a useless, abnormal freak.

In addition to covering a sight that provoked others, HC wrapped his head and right eye in bandages due to his fathers’ beatings because of his “ugly” and “deformed” appearance.

Through his adolescence, HC came to fit the cold and intimidating persona people expected of him. Even if he didn’t feel like a monster, HC forced himself to become one. He endured extensive bullying, rumors like he’s out to gouge out someone’s right eye to replace his own, and avoidance overall from others.

Consequently, HC doesn’t look people in the eye. Not only due to the fact they don’t spare him a second glance but also because he’s aware of just how lethal eye contact can be.

Every day, HC spent hours learning how to control his power by looking at himself in the mirror–which he despised doing. He had to train his emotions, his mental images, and cultivate his energy core in order to wield his power with intention.

After finally having enough, HC stirs up the courage to kill his father at the age of sixteen. He packs up the little belongings that are worth taking with him and the small amount of money his father saved up for drinking and gambling.

HC moves to the big city to make a scarce living. He uses a patch to cover his red eye while he uses his left eye’s power to his advantage, working various jobs and gaining as much knowledge as possible. After two years of fending for his own, HC decides on a whim to apply for university—using his vast amount of street skills and blackmail to get in.

There, HC meets a few people who aren’t turned away by his reputation and actually want to befriend him. They seem to be misfits themselves, so he gradually comes to accept them as...acquaintances.

(HC, HX, YSH, and YY best friends agenda.)

HC was always at the top of his classes, using his learned skill to retain endless facts—which he claims to be his power to hide his true ability. Things seem to be going well until one of his classmates and their group of privileged snobs who come from rich families (definitely got some strings pulled to get into the university) targets HC in his senior year. They manage to rip his eyepatch off in a surprise attack.

HC feels utterly violated, a part of him that he hates so much exposed against his will. The power he worked endlessly to conceal flared beyond his control. He ends up killing every single one of the students who cower under his gaze.

The whole event makes national headlines, the display of raw power rocking the public’s perception of metas for the worse. HC, now considered a huge threat, is promptly sentenced to a facility reserved for S-ranked metas, working to contain his powers.

It’s here that he meets a few other patients sentenced to the same fate as him, including Xie Lian.

XL’s superpower is reading people’s emotions and energy by touch. He has also honed healing abilities through special training he had access to, being born into an elite family. However, if XL puts enough hatred into his touch, he can harm and even kill with one simple pat.

He wears a pair of white, leather gloves at all times.

Unfortunately, when an unexplainable plague broke out that resulted in many deaths and lasting consequences, all answers pointed back to XL, who had been hosting an enormous charity event for his family—directly shaking hands and coming into contact with everyone affected by the plague. XL went through an invasive process of investigation and was also scrutinized by the distraught public.

At this time, XL lost a lot of self-worth about himself as a person with these powers. All the years of training to control them seemed to fly out of the window, and it didn’t feel safe to even go outside to the grocery shop.

In the middle of XL’s sophomore year in university, one year after the outbreak, he admitted himself into the institution that hosts dangerous individuals to protect others from another possible tragedy.

One week in, he is subjected to secret horrific experimentation by the head of the facility himself.

All patients are.

When HC arrives at the facility, XL has already been a patient for ten years.

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #hualian au #xie lian #hua cheng #tian guan ci fu #cerdrabbles #I desperately want this to turn into a suicide squad au help #hc pov we love to see it #tsundere-turned xl we love to see it #I suddenly don't know how to write

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dostthouhavenochill · 4 years ago

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Performance

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)

Word Count: 2.6k

Characters: Alucard, Greta of Danesti, Sypha Belnades, minor OCs (mentioned)

Relationships: pre-Gretacard, Trephacard (mentioned)

Warnings: none

Summary: Alucard muses on how life has changed since the head woman of Danesti, now Belmont, and her people have settled about his home.

The clearing was relatively quiet that afternoon, with the odd settler or two roaming around, enjoying a moment’s rest after doing their part in the rebuilding effort for the day. The setting sun warmed Alucard’s skin as he sat against a large oak tree. Strong winds shook the branches above his head, sending bursts of orange and red drifting about him. He brushed errant leaves out of his basket and plucked out a dark spool to finish his mending.

Aaliya and Rahim, bless their hearts, were the most rambunctious out of all of Alucard's children. So it came as no surprise when a few hours ago, Rahim came to him with pieces of what used to be a stuffed horse, “His name is Sumac, Father!”, wailing his dark eyes out. Alucard promised to make time to mend him by the end of the day. The toy was a well-loved thing, with stains and misaligned stuffing, all evidence of a boy who took his friend everywhere he went. The horse’s reddish-brown fur was now a muddled sepia and its once cream mane and markings now gray. Alucard just about had his fill of bloody horses, but he could make an exception just this once.

He wasn’t resting alone though. After depositing lumber and stone for Solomon and his building team, Greta settled beside him. She only dozed off a short while ago, but not before giving a knowing chuckle at his project and a snark about how he was finally as used to people as people were used to him. Absolutely maniacal. He couldn’t find room to complain.

So much had changed in just these last four months. Alucard would be lying to himself if he said that it wasn’t jarring to go from months of solitude to human interaction and back again, a hellish cycle that always seemed to end with him alone. But with the settlement of the people of Danesti, now Belmont, that cycle had been broken. Funny, considering how he had been hesitant towards the idea.

Except hesitant wasn’t an accurate description. Initially, Alucard had to wrestle with his desires for both solitude and companionship. As much as he longed for the latter, Alucard wasn’t prepared for its magnitude. Saint Germain, for all his scheming, offered a reasonable solution to a suffering people. Only that reasonable solution left Alucard feeling bare and scrubbed raw, as if the entirety of the world made itself at home in his ribcage before even giving him the courtesy of undoing the frog of his cape first.

Those first nights after the battle was when the enormity of his hospitality truly began to set in. He lamented the loss of his solitude. Protection, knowledge, and safety-he would never hesitate to offer, but with so many rooms holding so many personal memories, he’d unintentionally left his soul bare to all. He remembers all but dashing ahead of Greta while showing her the food supply to hide his makeshift companions from her teasing, scrutinous gaze.

But...it was nice.

It had been so long since the halls were alive, filled with laughter and with people milling about the halls. It hardly ever seemed like he was alone now. His role as champion along with Greta’s say-so granted him a founding role in Belmont and as such was bombarded with questions daily; someone asking for aid, someone asking for instruction, someone...just asking how he’s faring that day.

From beside him, Greta, with her arms crossed, snored softly. Alucard let out an undignified chuckle. For someone who had such hasty and scathing observations about settling at Castlevania, she seems quite content.

Greta wasn’t wrong when she called the Castle cold. Alucard remembers plenty of nights alone, abandoned, shivering and craving nothing but someone, anyone, to ease his loneliness. His mother. His father. Belmont. Sypha. Anyone. But after Sumi and Taka’s betrayal, Alucard began to appreciate the aura Castlevania emanated. It’s dark, cavernous windows and ominous silhouette, looming and judging those who came across it, a warning sign to all. It stood imposingly with cautionary tales skewered at its lip. Greta was simply experiencing the emotions Castlevania intended to elicit from oncomers; the cold, fear, and danger.

Even so, after everything that’s happened, Alucard couldn’t help but feel a sense of welcome and warmth in those dark, cavernous windows.

The windows that led to the study where Adrian spent years on years learning a multitude of languages, preferring the ones with lots of “s’s” because of the way it slithered off his tongue.

The windows that led to the southwestern dining room, where an infantile Adrian nearly chomped off his mother’s finger whilst she tried to stop him from swallowing a frozen carrot he’d been teething on.

The windows that led to the science hall, where he, Sypha, and Trevor spent the last few blissful days of their union getting drunk and blasting off various spells into the ceiling to see what would happen.

Yes, there had been plenty of warmth in the Castle, even before it had been graced with the people of Danesti. Almost every room he can recall with a smile and a fond tale. He’d had to convince Greta, he thinks. He can already imagine it; the disbelief on her face when he tells her he learned to shapeshift into a dire pup in a conservatory, a room filled with foliage and beakers and sunlight and all sorts of breakable things. And he can imagine telling her that Lord Dracula himself had to call for aid from his wife when their son burst through a window and pranced about nude in the outdoor sun. He can imagine that curious wrinkle in her brows before she thinks of something, immediately says it, and rarely regrets it.

He can imagine telling her so much about his childhood. About Vlad and Lisa Țepeș. About growing up the only dhampir, to his knowledge. He can imagine telling her so much about his past and about, ahem, possibly their present; what’s changed since he met her and what’s stayed the same. The tangled but firm bundle of feelings she’s elicited from him. He’ll have to ask for her time one day, one day when she isn’t exhausted from doing the work of half a dozen persons in a few hours time and taking a well-earned break.

Alucard was broken from his musings when he saw Sypha striding up to him in the distance. In the midst of Sypha’s pregnancy, her passion and spitfire were amplified. As such, she had enough of all the side looks and loaded barbs between them all.

They had talked, Trevor and Sypha and Alucard. They talked about feelings, about abandonment and betrayal and neglect, about Trevor and Sypha’s child also calling Alucard father. About how it was almost too soon to make such a leap, feelings too raw. About sentiments that could have, perhaps should have, been properly expressed before fucking off across Europe. About regrets and pain, about trust and building it back up. It wasn’t ruined, but it was worse for wear. Nothing that some regular maintenance wouldn’t help.

Alucard almost stands to offer Sypha a hand, but she politely declines, saying that if she gets down, she won’t get back up as easily. Besides, she was only here for a quick thing. Then, she took note of the sleeping Greta, and lowered her voice, saying, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so still before.” Alucard was inclined to agree. With her coat draped over her lap, and her head lopped to the side, Greta looked at peace. The tasks of a head woman were never-ending, it seems.

“What brings you out here, then?” Alucard asked, once he was able to drag his gaze away from Greta’s sleeping form.

“Rahim was looking for you,” she cocked her head, giving him a puzzled look. “He said that you would help him find some sumac?.” Chuckling into his chest, Alucard ties off the thread on the poor thing's left haunch and passes it up to Sypha.

“I believe I stitched together all the bits of his Sumac as best I could.” Alucard wonders if Sypha even heard him over all her soft albeit consistent cooing.

“Alucaaaard. I never knew you were so good with a needle,” she spoke as she ran her fingers lovingly through its sullied mane. “With the state of Trevor’s socks, he could learn a thing or two from you.”

And then the most terrifying thing happened; Sypha got The Look. To the casual observer, looking at the duo of Belnades and Belmont, one would think that the former was the sensible one. And they wouldn’t necessarily be wrong. However, what the casual observer typically fails to notice is that Sypha, for all her grace and intellect, was at least half as crazy and twice as impulsive as Belmont himself. Arguably, she was at her worst when she got mischievous, and the only tell for that was a distinct Look; one where her impossibly large eyes sparkled and her lips twitched like a kitten holding onto a canary for a little too long.

“You knoooooow,” she began, sounding like a child all too eager to tell an adult about some fact they recently learned, a fact that they had no business knowing. “It's never too early to start preparing things for the baby-books, clothes, toys and things. Perhaps little Trefor would appreciate something personal from his Alucard. Mayhaps if you had any miniature dolls of his parents lying about,” her bright eyes squinting in mischief, “Or something like that.”

Alucard would’ve liked the earth to swallow him whole or for a wayward night creature to snatch him away into the woods. He would’ve liked a multitude of things, but he was stopped by a soft snort coming from behind him. He turned to see Greta trying and failing to suppress a smirk.

With her eyes still closed, she gave up her storybook act and said, “I’m sure sunshine here could pull something off. Yours and Trevor’s resemblance is quite striking.” Sypha howls with laughter, calming herself only after Alucard throws her a glare, all the while blush painting his...well, everything. He sighs, turning back to Greta.

“I hadn’t known you were such a fan of my needlework.”

“Well, I hadn’t intended on saying anything.” Greta barely got her last word out before Alucard rounded back, still mortified.

“Quite unlike you. I ought to be worried.” Greta cracks open an eye at that, playfully raising an eyebrow at the dhampir.

“I thought you were asleep,” he said indignantly.

“I don’t know what gave you that impression,” Greta closed her eye again, crossing her arms behind her head, “ I was merely resting my eyes.”

“And your heart rate?” Alucard bent an arm against his leg, resting his chin in his palm and gazing at her through lidded lashes. “If I had poorer hearing, I would have almost certainly mistaken you for a sleeping person.”

Greta raised a single finger. “Almost. Key word: almost.”

Rolling his eyes under closed lids, Alucard said, “You would make an excellent performer, you know.”

“I am a woman of many skills.”

“Indeed. One day, I imagine you might even be able to successfully imitate a rock.”

Greta effortlessly lands a hit against Alucard’s thigh. There’s no real force behind it. It’s the same friendly banter they’ve always shared, the same heat that fills his chest, the same stir it causes in his gut, and the same burn to the spot she touched.

“Smartass.” As she draws her hand back, the smirk on her face never drops.

Alucard, chuckling and chest warming, cocks his head back to Sypha to ask if she needs anything else from him and is surprised to see an intensity in her widened eyes. Wide as they were when they first entered the Belmont hold, large and curious and flickering as she combed through every book she could find, devouring any new information at her grasp with a thrilling quickness. Before the embarrassment at being perceived settled in his bones, Greta spoke up, this time to Sypha, making her eyes softer than usual.

“How are you and the little one today, Sypha?”

“We’re well, thank you,” Sypha takes her hand and rubs it across her slowly increasing bump, giving the head woman a pleased grin. “I see you’re taking a well-earned break.”

“Nothing wrong with a little rest,” Greta shrugs, relaxing further back against the bark. Her brows get that curious wrinkle, however, and she says, “Especially for those of us with child who’ve been running about since dawn.”

Alucard takes solace in the fact that the air around Sypha tingles ever so slightly and he is, for once, not subject to embarrassment. If Greta sensed Sypha’s chagrin, as she almost certainly did, she didn’t make it known, aside perhaps from the cute crinkle around her eyes and nose.

But Sypha recovers much faster than Alucard ever has, giving Greta a self-satisfied smile. “I’ll have you know I wasn’t up and about until after the sun broke.” She then releases a long sigh. “But between Trevor, Khadijah and the other healers’ constant fretting, you’d think I was on my last legs instead of giving life.”

Mischief incarnate would do well to take note of Greta of Danesti, with a hand propped under chin, a single digit tapping her cheek, and a dangerous glint in her burnished eyes. “Foolish of them, then, to disregard the woman who battles night creatures regularly and moved an entire fucking castle as incapable of anything.”

“Foolish indeed!”

Alucard cast a sly gaze towards Greta, naughty of you to rile her up like this-Belmont is sure to get an earful later. Coy is never a word he would’ve ascribed to the head woman, but the curve of her lips and flutter of her lashes had him reconsidering.

Sypha says her goodbyes and goes to return the horse to its rightful owner. Stopping short, she looks back to Greta and says, “I don’t think you have much room to talk, however, Head Woman Greta of Danesti-now-Belmont-who-wakes-with-the-sun-and-slays-night-creatures-and-carries-lumber-and-.”

Greta ducks her head, sending the Speaker off with a wave, “Enough of that, Belnades.” She lowers her hand, her brows creasing as she says, “Thank you and be well.”

As Sypha departs, Greta settles back against the tree. With nothing to keep his hands busy, Alucard joins her in relaxing in the setting sun, hands folded in his lap. Being immortal, the dhampir never needed excessive amounts of sleep to function, per se. Perhaps he would just rest his eyes and enjoy the company.

Alucard sighs as the cool breeze passes through his hair and picks up fallen leaves, carrying them across the clearing. Then he sputters as one flies straight into his mouth. The dhampir gets no warning as Greta’s soft hands pull his hair aside, causing him to jump slightly. Her slender fingers pick out the foliage from his hair and shoulders before tossing them to the ground beneath them.

She can’t stop herself from letting out one last chuckle at Alucard’s expense. “Are you sure you don’t have anything better to do that loaf about with me, sunshine?” Her tawny eyes held still against his. Alucard arched his head back against the tree to appreciate her gaze.

“Nothing in particular springs to mind,” he doesn’t bother smothering the smirk growing on his face, “Besides, as I understand it, Khadijah has ordered you to loaf about after your mishap two nights ago.”

That earns him quite the eyeroll. “Khadijah, the worrywart, would order me to loaf about if I tripped over a stick.”

“Tripping over a mere stick?,” he lilted, “ I’d think he’d need to examine your head if that ever happened.”

Another thwack. Another burst of heat. Only this time, Alucard held fast, catching her hand before it could completely fall away. Greta startled at his reflexes, her head teasingly cocked aside as her eyes flicked from his to their joined hands. Before he lost his nerve, Alucard placed his other hand atop hers, giving it a soft squeeze and resting it in his lap. “I’m sure. I’d much rather be here than anywhere else.”

#come get y'all juice #fanfic #who did this #castlevania #gretacard #greta danesti #alucard #adrian tepes #sypha belnades #trephacard #castlevania fanfic

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chaolie · 4 years ago

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Fundywastaken week, Day 8 - Free Prompt

Here it is!! The last thing I wrote for @fundyfiles' fwt week!! I kinda got carried away writing it and it got somewhat long, but it's really cool I think! Can be also found on my Ao3 with the rest of my works for this week!

Characters: Fundy, Dream, Wilbur

Words: ~3.7k

When they parted ways the day before, Fundy promised he’d see Dream again first thing in the morning. At first, the man assumed that his boyfriend slept in. Then, he convinced himself something else must’ve come up and he’d be late. But now the sun was high in the sky, and it was well past noon. Finally, Dream started to seriously worry. What if something happened? Sure, the war was long over and there weren’t many dangers around, but still, what if? To feel better, he decided to go check on him.

He arrived at the gate to L’Manburg rather quickly, but was a bit hesitant to knock. Sure, he was on better terms with some of the people living there, but he usually was around them only with Fundy, there was no telling how they’d react to seeing him alone. With the worry for his boyfriend overpowering his nervousness, he knocked on the gate a couple of times and waited. He saw someone peek above the wall before ducking behind it again and heard their footsteps get further. Great. But just moments later, the gate slowly opened and he stood face to face with Wilbur.

“Hello. What brings you here?” the man asked. Dream took a deep breath before speaking.

“Is… Fundy here? I hadn’t seen him all day and I’m starting to get worried,” he answered. To his surprise, Wilbur’s expression seemed to soften slightly.

“...He is, but I’m not sure if he’d like to see you,” he answered. Confused, Dream tilted his head.

“Huh? Why?” he asked, and the man sighed.

“He’s just… He’s in his room, and he doesn’t want visitors. It’s just… I suppose he didn’t tell you?”

“...Didn’t tell me about what?” Dream asked, and Wilbur nodded. “Look, I just want to see him and make sure he’s okay.”

“I see,” the man sighed. “I can let you in, but if he tells you to leave, you’ll do so,” he said, and Dream nodded. The last thing he wanted to do was argue.

“Of course.”

“Good… Come inside, then, I suppose,” Wilbur sighed, stepping back to let Dream go through the gate.

Walking behind Wilbur, Dream couldn’t help but grow anxious. What did the man mean, what did Fundy not tell him about? Was it something very bad? He knew Fundy well, well enough to know that no minor inconvenience would stop him from keeping his promise and meeting with him. So what happened? How bad was it? Was he sick? Was he hurt? No, Wilbur was acting far too calm for that, and he probably wouldn’t let Dream anywhere near him if that were the case… So what was it, then?!

“...Fundy?” Wilbur called out, knocking on the door to the small house Fundy called his own.

“...Yeah?” came the answer. He sounded… okay. A bit sad, but okay. That in itself was a big relief for Dream.

“You, uh. Dream came to visit you?” Fundy’s father announced. After that, came a long pause. “You don’t have to-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Fundy answered finally, his voice more muffled. “H-he can come in!” he assured.

“...Okay then,” Wilbur sighed before turning to look at Dream. He glared at the masked man for a second, as if telling him Don’t Do Anything Bad, and then left. Nervously, Dream put a hand over the doorknob and pushed the door open.

“Hi. Fundy?” he greeted, stepping inside.

“Hi. Close the door, please?” Fundy answered, and Dream followed the instruction. When he looked back into the building, he found his boyfriend on his bed, hiding under a blanket.

“...Are you okay?” he asked, and the shape under the blanket moved in a way indicating a nod.

“Yeah! Yeah, just-” Fundy tried to explain, but his voice suddenly fell. “Sometimes I just wake up, and… I don’t want anyone to see me?” he answered hesitantly.

“Is there… a reason?” Dream asked, slowly stepping closer to the bed. Again, Fundy nodded.

“Yeah, it’s… uh… It’s just… I really don’t want anyone to see me like… this. A-and that includes you, too. Uh, sorry, it’s dumb-” he stuttered out.

“It’s alright,” Dream assured. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“Oh, right- Sorry for missing our meeting, I’m just… Tomorrow, maybe? If I’m lucky?” Fundy suggested. Dream felt helpless, whatever his boyfriend was dealing with, he wanted to help. But how could he help if he didn’t know anything? He figured, maybe giving him some support would be good enough?

“Sure,” he nodded, carefully putting a hand on where he assumed Fundy’s arm to be. Immediately, the fox hybrid’s hand shot out from under the blanket and grasped at the material.

“Wait, don’t-” he gasped, holding it tightly.

“Oh, no, I wasn’t-” Dream shook his head and took his hand back. “Sorry, I was just…” he tried to excuse himself.

Just then, he looked at Fundy’s hand and… huh? It looked… very different from what he remembered it to be. It was… slightly bigger, the ‘claws’ on it were much duller, and most importantly… Well, it wasn’t fox-like anymore. Not at all, save for the black tint on the tips of his fingers, Fundy’s hand was… human. Surprised, Dream carefully reached over and put his own hand over it.

“...Fundy, what…” he tried to ask, but the moment he came in contact with the hand, his boyfriend yelped in surprise and hid it back under the blanket.

“I- It’s not what- Wait I- I can explain!” he stuttered, and Dream stood still in his place. Then, there came a pause.

“...So, can you explain your… hand?” Dream asked finally, and Fundy seemed to curl up under the blanket.

“...Are you… I don’t know, upset?”

“No!” Dream assured quickly. “No, of course not! Just… confused?”

“Oh. A-alright,” Fundy nodded, and let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, so…”

Fundy’s almost-human hand reappeared on the edge of the blanket, and he carefully pulled it back. Slowly, he revealed himself and he looked… different for sure. Not like the fox hybrid Dream got to see almost every day, but almost human. A ginger-haired human with just a few fox-like features, ears, tail, and the tips of his fingers. Carefully, he sat up on his bed and watched his boyfriend, waiting for his reaction. When the man stayed silent, he figured he should continue his explanation.

“...So… this happens. Sometimes. N-not too often, but I’ll sometimes wake up and it’s just… like this?” he stuttered out, and Dream managed to push himself to answer.

“I see. That's... interesting. N-not in a bad way! And what do you do when… this happens?” he asked, and Fundy shrugged. He did seem at least a bit comforted by the fact that Dream wasn't going crazy over his current look, though.

“Wait for it to go back to normal?” he answered. “It happens on its own most of the time. B-but not everyone is used to seeing… this me? So I usually just stay home and… hide. And if I’m honest, I don’t feel very comfortable like this either,” he admitted. Then, he looked at Dream again, and the man finally fully broke through his shock.

“I don’t mind seeing you like this,” he said, slowly taking a seat by his boyfriend’s side. “It’s still you, isn't it?” he pointed out. While he wasn't used to reading Fundy's expressions while he had a more human face, the relief on it was obvious this time.

“...Oh, you have No Idea how glad I am to hear this,” he let out a sigh of relief as Dream put his hand on his shoulder.

“So wait, are you like… a shapeshifter?” he asked after a moment of thought, and Fundy nodded.

“Yeah, basically! Well, I can look only like this, like I usually do, or like an actual wild fox, but it still counts, right?” he confirmed, and Dream nodded.

“That’s cool,” he hummed, and Fundy chuckled.

“Not when you can’t change back,” he sighed, his fox ears dropping slightly. “I just never learned,” he admitted, and Dream nodded again.

“Hm… Would you like to?” he asked, and Fundy looked up at him with a confused frown.

“...What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a few books about shapeshifting in a friend’s possession? Maybe there are some instructions there?” he suggested, and Fundy’s face lit up.

“Oh, yeah, I heard that’s a thing. I never got my hands on them, but... “ he paused in thought. “I think it’s worth a try?” he decided finally, and Dream nodded.

“I can go grab them fast, then. Do you want to come with me?” he offered, and Fundy hesitated.

“Uh… I don’t know, I mean…” he muttered, looking down at himself. Dream nodded. “...Unless…” Fundy remembered suddenly, “Is there anything I can cover myself with?” he wondered out loud, and Dream looked around.

“I don’t know…” he hummed, failing to spot anything that could help. Then, Fundy gasped.

“Wait, I think I still have some invisibility potions lying around!” he realized, and immediately grew more hopeful.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Dream agreed, getting off the bed and looking around. Soon enough, Fundy got to his feet as well and… oh? “...Is it just me, or are you taller now?” the masked man muttered.

“Am I?” Fundy asked, looking down at himself before grinning. “I suppose that’s a plus of being more… human?” he concluded before making his way over to a small chest and reaching inside, pulling out a bottle with a blue-ish liquid inside. “Here it is!”

“Great,” Dream nodded. “So, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah!” Fundy confirmed before downing the bottle and disappearing in front of his boyfriend’s eyes. “Let’s go!”

“Right,” Dream nodded, searching around for Fundy’s hand for a moment before finally finding it and leading him towards the door. “Can we go tell your father we’re leaving first? I don’t want him to assume I kidnapped you or something.”

“Oh, sure. I don’t want to worry him either,” the fox hybrid shapeshifter agreed.

With just a few minutes of invisibility to spare, the two quickly managed to find Wilbur and briefly told him that they were leaving. They didn’t tell him the exact reason, they had no idea if it would work anyway, so Fundy just came up with a ‘short walk’ he wanted to take as an excuse. His father was very obviously surprised to see, or rather hear, him outside of his room, but didn’t say anything against their idea. Once that was handled, the two freely left the walls of L’Manburg and started heading towards the place Dream last recalled seeing the books, a friends’ library. They used the big forest separating the two places as a cover for when Fundy’s potion ran out, which luckily happened far enough from L’Manburg.

“Hm… I think I’m really taller,” Fundy admitted moments after collecting himself from a branch smacking him in the face. The branch that barely scratched the top of his head if he straightened his back before.

“You sure are,” Dream admitted, he figured that much was obvious from the very moment his boyfriend stood up.

“...How far is the place we’re going to, again?” Fundy asked after a short pause.

“Not too far from here, maybe just 3 or 4 minutes of walking,” the masked man assured, and his boyfriend nodded.

“Alright then.”

Just as Dream predicted, it didn’t take them too long to reach the library. It was far from any other buildings, so they weren’t being too risky in assuming they wouldn’t be spotted, but the masked man still went inside first. While he was checking the building for any other people, Fundy patiently waited outside and found himself thinking… it’s been ages since he last dared to go outside shaped not like a fox hybrid. And for the first time in forever, he didn’t feel bad doing so either. Dream’s presence really helped him, he supposed.

“It’s empty!” the man called out, his head peeking through the door. Fundy nodded at that and approached.

“That’s good,” he laughed quietly while the man pushed the door further to let him inside. As soon as he entered, he was hit by the all-familiar scent of old books.

“Right. And I’m pretty sure I saw at least one of the books we’re looking for over there?” Dream explained, already walking off in a direction.

“Wait, uh, Dream?” Fundy called after him before he could wander too far.

“Yeah?” the man asked, stopping and turning to look at Fundy.

“I just, uh… wanted to say,” he paused briefly. “Thanks for not making this the biggest deal of the century, or anything. And for wanting to help,” he finished, and the man stepped back to be at his side again.

“Of course. I’m always here, whatever you need,” he assured, carefully taking Fundy’s ‘new’ hands into his. “I promise I am. I love you,” he added, and for the first time ever, he got to see Fundy’s face turn bright red.

“Thank you. I love you too,” the shapeshifter nodded, unable to stop a smile from appearing on his face.

“Now let’s find those books, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“...But for the record, I can most definitely see you blushing,” Dream teased, and sure enough, Fundy’s cheeks grew even redder at that.

“Uh- I- A-at least I’m taller?” he stuttered out, and the masked man chuckled. “We’ll see who’s laughing when I can reach the higher shelves,” he muttered despite there wasn’t too much of a difference between them. It still counted, right?

Over an hour later, they still had nothing. They sat at a table with a couple of piles of books scattered all around them, some checked and some still to be checked. Of course, almost all of them were about shapeshifting, but very few had any instructions inside of them, and not even one was about changing from almost-human to an animal hybrid. So they still sat and flipped through the countless pages, searching for the right one.

“Hm…” Dream hummed quietly, reading one of the books more cautiously.

“Did you find anything?” Fundy asked, a glint of hope in his voice.

“...No, not really. This has some instructions, but about going from a human to an actual animal. Not really what you need, is it?” he explained, and the shapeshifter nodded.

“Yeah, not that,” he confirmed, but Dream continued to stare into the book.

“This seems really simple, though. Are all the instructions so simple?” he asked, sliding the book over to his boyfriend.

“It’s not simple, it’s hard to remember and easy to forget. Takes a lot of practice. And if you do one thing wrong, it won’t work,” he explained before sliding the book back.

“Oh, come on, it really looks so easy!” Dream groaned, picking up the book and holding it up in front of him. “Look, you just… hm… like this… and…” he muttered, and Fundy rolled his eyes at the man’s efforts.

“Dream,” he groaned. “It won’t work if you’re not-” he tried to explain, but was cut off by a sudden yelp, a bright flash, and the book falling to the ground. He stilled for a moment, staring at where his boyfriend was just seconds ago. “...Dream?”

With a small, confused grin, he got to his feet and walked over to the fallen book. He could swear something was moving under it, so he carefully reached for it. He gently pushed it up and found, well, something under it. Not an animal for sure. Rather, a small creature unlike anything he’s seen before. A tiny, white blob with a smile almost identical to the one painted on Dream’s mask. Which still made very little sense, even if the creature was technically Dream.

“...No, wait, Dream?” Fundy asked again, and the creature chirped quietly as an answer. At that, he couldn’t help but chuckle briefly. Still, when Dream seemed to glare at him, he did his best to calm down before reaching his hand out. “A-are you okay?” he asked, finally choking down the laughter. The blob nodded swiftly, and it almost brought a grin to his face. But no, he should focus... “Okay, good. So… what did you even change into?” he asked.

He didn’t expect Dream to answer, but seeing his boyfriend try to look himself over quickly just assured him that he wouldn’t get it. He looked at the book in his hand, and read the page it was open on more thoroughly. The first thing he noticed, while it did mention turning from a human to an animal, it later clarified that the correct term would be a “small-sized creature”. The second thing he noticed was the lack of instructions for turning back. A book just as useful as the other ones they have looked through so far.

“Well, look what you got yourself into,” he sighed. Still, seeing Dream like that was… a bit reassuring at least. Made him feel less alone. “Alright, we’re looking for two books now, right?” he asked, and when the blob chirped again, he carefully reached for him and picked him up. “Let’s get to work then.”

Fundy was the only one to work now. Not that Dream didn’t try anymore, of course. If anything, he was much more in a rush to find a book that could help at least one of them, but given his… current form and the strength that came with it, he wasn’t doing as good as he was before. So after a short while of struggling to open at least one of the books, he ended up agreeing to rest, and was now comfortably curled up in the collar of Fundy’s jacket and resting against his neck. At first, he served as a second pair of eyes, chirping loudly whenever he saw something looking remotely close to a guide on how to change shapes, but eventually settled down and stopped doing that. He trusted Fundy’s eyes, and his own felt so heavy he just had to close them.

“...Wait… Dream!” Fundy gasped another hour into the search, startling his boyfriend and almost making him fall down. With a quiet chuckle, he reached up and placed him back on the table. “Sorry, sorry… but look!”

And the tiny blob creature once known as Dream looked at the book next to him. A book with “Different shapes and how to achieve them” printed on its cover, and a small chart drawn under the words. Oh, now this looked really promising…. Fundy turned the first few pages, and paused. It was filled with different instructions for going from one shape to another.

“Yes!” Fundy beamed, and while Dream could only chirp in response, he made up for that with enthusiasm. “Hm, let me just…” he flipped a few more pages, stopping at one that seemed to represent exactly what he was searching for. “...Alright, it’s worth a try, right?”

It surely was, because just seconds later, he was finally back! He was the himself he knew, the himself he felt comfortable with. And oh, what a relief that was. Still, knowing what it was like to be stuck in a different form all-too-well, he wasted no time before flipping some more pages, searching for something Dream could find helpful. Again, it just took a moment to find.

“Here, try this. It should work,” he announced, holding the book up to make sure the tiny blob creature could see it clearly. Dream nodded, stared at the page intensely, chirped quietly, and… with another quick flash of light, he was now a man sitting on a table.

“Oh, thank God!” he exclaimed the moment he looked down at himself. And now, with everything finally under control, Fundy allowed himself to laugh.

“We did it!” he cheered, holding up the book. “Oh, where was this all my life?” he asked before carefully putting it down. Dream seemed to collect himself rather quickly, and soon enough he was off the table already.

“I think you should keep it,” he commented, still occasionally looking down at himself to make sure everything was okay. “I’m sure my friend won’t mind. And we can always make a copy,” he explained.

“...Yeah, let’s do that,” Fundy agreed. “I should probably head home soon, though,” he pointed out.

“Oh yeah, we don’t want your father getting upset too,” Dream nodded in agreement. “Let’s go now, and I can come back to make copies of this book later.”

“Sounds good,” Fundy hummed, starting to walk to the door. Dream took a couple of bigger steps to stay at his side.

“Also, Fundy,” he started, getting the fox hybrid’s attention. “We do not speak of what happened here,” he said, but his tone was nowhere near threatening. Rather, embarrassed. Fundy nodded, but the grin on his face stayed in its place.

“Sure, sure… But for the record, you look cute as a tiny white blob… creature?” he answered, finally getting his revenge for Dream making him blush a few hours before.

“Uh, I did not?” the man insisted, but with the face he knew he was making, he couldn’t be more grateful for his mask.

“Mhm, sure, yeah,” Fundy nodded, and Dream couldn’t find anything he could say to retaliate. Eventually, he managed to calm himself enough to steer the conversation to a more serious one again.

“Uh, by the way, I just want to mention… if you ever feel like being a full human or a fox or anything around me, go ahead. I don’t mind,” he assured, and hearing that made Fundy feel a bit better about his ability.

“...Thanks. Same goes for you. I won’t mind having a pocket-sized boyfriend,” he joked, but his answer was just as genuine. Dream nodded.

“Thanks.”

They’d go over the fact that they were somehow both shapeshifters and that Dream somehow didn’t know anything about being one so far some other day. Some other, much longer day. A day they could spend talking just about that. Because boy, would that be a long conversation. At least it could be a fun one, though?

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OC: CHAOS GOD OF THE VOID, GIOTA

story I'm still working on your requests don't worry, I just wanted to make a few character sheets since I'm not focused enough rn. I'll finish it when I take my meds though I promise.

And this isn't an oc for any show, rather a character from a multiversal mythos I'm making

also, an important term to understand this: 1 god year=5 billion years

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Description:

Giota is a very hot and cool Giota stop changing the text! Atleast change your style of writing so the reader can undead immediately Aw but wheres the fun GIOTA

Fine mister fun police, I'll write like this then. And I'll be cooler than you

Young man I wil... forget it, back on track:

Giota is a shapeshifting god of chaos, void, technological progress, freedom, and being a dramatic bitch.

Hey! I'm not a bitch!....maybe a little

When appearing before mortals he'll often take on the form the viewer imagines when they think of a god of chaos would appear as. Often times when the user knows the basic descriptions of Giota from the 'book of tales' will see him as a angel like statue of bones with numerous cracks, no face, and organ pipe wings.

When meeting with gods outside his domain or when he must meet mortals in a set form, he will take on simple, 10ft tall humanoid form with bone skin, a cracked mouth that cracks more when he speaks, two different colored eyes, and longer than floor length black hair. One of his eyes will be crying water that burns upwards, while the other cries fire that flows downwards. In this form he wears a black trenchcoat, green turtleneck, and purple dad pants.

What the fuck are dad pants?

You know, those usually brown pants that are kinda jeans but soft and actually comfortable.

YOU BITCH MY HUSBAND LIKES JEANS AND HIS PANTS ARE SOFT!

YOUR HUSBAND HAS MARSHMALLOW THIGHS! LITERALLY! OF COURSE HIS PANTS ARE SOFT!

Inside his own domain, or if he's feeling especially done with whatever poor bastard made him upset, Giota takes the form of an innocent ten year old child with soft white steel skin, mile long black hair made of silk, and black eyes made of diamonds. In this form he wears pajamas for to big for him, his mouth leads to a dark void, and he carries around two plushies: a bunny made of roses from his mom, and a plush of his adult form from his husband. Of course he becomes an adult if they do anything adult, so please don't start.

Regardless of his form, even when it's based on the perspective of others, he always wears a large knitted infinity scarf his husband made for whenever he wanted to hide away.

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Powers:

Cool ones

I mean, he's not wrong...

(I should make an ice themed character)

Giota, as a god, has numerous powers related to his domains.

powers of freedom:

inspiring presence- while most gods or beings of power inspire mortals and lesser beings of power to kneel down or bow, Giota’s presence inspires all beings to rise up, to do anything, to do whatever they want, to become the best they can be. this can be used to inspire allies to carry on. However Giota can also let this power run rampant, and free the mind of any shackles, and while this sounds good it really just means removing all morals and causing mass violence, and if he lets it run rampant while in the same dimension he lets it then all life will mutate into eldritch monstrosities of decadence and selfishness. According to him this is to show that balance must be kept between chaos and law.

the torch of liberty- among Giota’s duties as a god of freedom is to liberate the populations of ‘doomed realms’ that have been enslaved. essentially, if a planet in a universe is ruled purely by either law or chaos then the entire universe can be effected, in the case of law it can result in the entire universe becoming one collective conscious. while it’s not common that enslaved worlds occur, however when they do they are the most dangerous of law worlds. to combat worlds like this gods of freedom are given torches that free the minds of the enslaved and bring down holy fire upon the enslavers in the form of the collective will of all the freed people.

powers of technological progress:

cybernetic god-many god-years ago Giota was severely wounded by a rogue god of flesh and a rogue god of metal, to the point even he could not regenerate it. to stop him from dying a cult of his granted Giota cybernetic enhancements. these enhancements integrated into Giota’s flesh as it regenerated and became enhanced in turn by Giota’s divinity, and Giota’s divine power was enhanced then by the cybernetics, resulting in a self sustaining growth in power. while he gladly used this to stop the rogue gods, and once again to destroy an old one, he feels being that powerful would upset the balance of power, so he sealed it in a time lock in time with the seasons and time of day in the void. his power increases from mid day to mid night, and from the end of summer to the end of winter. in the minute of exactly midnight at the end of winter, Giota becomes, in both this multiverse and the old, the most powerful being to exist.

self evolving knowledge- because his position as a god of technology is artificial his powers in it are very weak, being able to only grant full sentience and sapience to machines. he can also create minor miracles of technology, such as summoning a clockwork toy(which he does often)

hey man did you really have to bring up the whole getting my ass kicked thing?

yes, now shut up before I bring up what you sing in the shower

....fucker....

powers of being dramatic:

yeah that wasn't a joke. Giota is the god of being over the top, stylish, and over all flair. in other words, being dramatic

personal sound track- he can cause any song he wants to play when he does anything.

lights, camera, ACTION!- whenever he wants, Giota can cause a bright, sparkling light to emit from his body or behind himself.

my favorite is that one bad bitch’s theme. what’s her name again?

Ragyo Kiyurin?

that's the fucker! terrible taste in morals, but damn does she know how to enter a room.

...can I put sigh when it’s supposed to be me sighing?

powers of the god of chaos

Chaotic existence- for Giota to even exist is, in and of itself, a paradox. he comes from a timeline that never existed, that was on a set path, yet he exist, and he changed the course of the timeline. when he became a chaos god he became a paradox within a paradox, he existed yet did not. to attempt to change any aspect of his being, to take in any part of his being, is to know that which is not there to know, to understand that which is not there, you have to be able to comprehend the very essence of nonexistence to even bare a hair of his getting in your mouth. such a thing easily drives all things that try insane, to the point that every part of their conscience believes that it does not exist.

overwhelming power-chaos gods are only once a multiverse, and with the title comes pure power. such power could turn an infant into an indestructible warrior, however since Giota was already at that level on a mortal scale, and already capable of taking on powerful gods, this power sets him among the highest echelons of divine might.

powers of the god of void

key to nonexistence- the god of the void is the only being who can open the bridge between that which exist and that which does not

rapid regeneration- the void god has an innate ability to regenerate from nearly all damage, even if they are ground to a fine paste. this regeneration is enhanced by the cybernetic enhancements.

speed of darkness- the void god has an innate speed that surpasses light, Giota’s already superhuman speed was enhanced by this.

spear of not- the void god is the sole being in existence and non existence who can wield the spear of not, a finely forged weapon. it is not special beyond being enchanted to withstand godly power and a ‘security lock’ enchantment, however it is still a very well made weapon.

blah blah blah, enough about what I was handed, tell them about my mortal abilities

as Giota just said, and as I’ve brought up before, Giota is extremely powerful even without his powers, he also used to be two other mortals that were less powerful. but over all these were his powers, which he still has.

leather skin- while it might appear or feel like something else, Giota’s skin is exactly like leather armor. this comes from how he was raised as a child to be a powerful warrior and his skin was tanned into hide and treated while it was still on him.

adamantine bone- Giota’s bones were also replaced by an adamantine skeleton when he was a child.

super sonic speeds- during his training as a child, he was taught to be able to surpass the sound barrier on foot.

superhuman strength- his training also trained his body to carry ten tons, however as a mortal he improved that strength to the point he could exert enough force to blast away entire cities by blinking. This power did not come easy.

flight- after training with some monks late in his life, Giota was able to walk on the air, essentially he could fly at the same speed as he could run.

agility- he was trained as a warrior and assassin, so Giota’s training included advanced maneuverability training, including wall running, sneaking across tripwires, etc.

weapon master- Giota is a master in all weapons and various forms of martial arts.

he also has reciev- hey man you good?

I-I’m fine! d-don’t write that I’m crying!

you...wanna talk about it?

…no...

is it about your mom?

…maybe...

alright take your time.

anyway Giota has a very useful piece of equipment, the cloak of maternity- despite it’s name, it’s actual a cloak that leads to a pocket dimension where Giota carries his weapons and toys. It is called the cloak of maternity because his adoptive mother gave him after he became a god-bounty hunter, she even designed it to help him hide away from people. it even has a designated snack pocket.

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BIO:

Giota was found by his adoptive mother after he destroyed his timeline, as punishment, or perhaps in an attempt to redeem him, she turned him back into a baby. something Giota happily accepted.

After this his life went on as a mortal’s would, only in the realm of divinity: he went to school, went into college, graduated, then entered the workforce. granted the workforce he entered was bounty hunting divine criminals. it was easy for him to get into, after all everything from his past life transferred over to this one, it wasn't long before he was hunting even the deadliest of criminals. while his mom was very supportive, it was still difficult for him to keep in contact with her as he did before moving out, and being a bounty hunter was hardly a sociable job. it wasn't long before Giota fell into depression, and then to drugs. for twenty three god years his life was an endless cycle of contract killing, payment, and wallowing in chemical joy. But at the end of all blinding lights, there is a welcoming darkness.

Giota had become the personal bounty hunter of the god of law and time: Ceerus. one day while leaving after receiving a contract, he met the god’s child, a boy his age named Dyalta.

It was thanks to Dyalta that Giota ever kicked drugs, or got out of depression, and thanks to Dyalta Giota managed to find happiness in anything other than a syringe.

Even the reason he found love.

rise to godhood

Giota became a god after an old god, named the Red slaughter, destroyed the entire universe. this was a catalyst for Giota, who had died previously, to return with his newly awakened god powers. I don't want to go into to much detail in this aspect as I intend to write it at some point.

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hey man you good yet?

a little bit. Dyalta came by and gave me some cookies.

that's good buddy, I’m gonna describe your personality ok?

alright.. I’m gonna go home now.

alright man, take care.

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personality

do note that this is a bit hard for me to do. I’m more used to just writing a character. I’ll just post two short stories here to try and get his personality across. I made them in school last year.

ok so after looking at it the second one is twelve pages long. so I’m gonna post that elsewhere on here. to give context: this is after a wedding between Dyalta and Giota was interrupted. if you’d like to see more about him then feel free to interact or request him.

elavator story

Giota shifted uncomfortably to make room for his soon to be father in law as the man stepped into the lift.

“Soooooo…” Giota pressed their floor “wonderful, um, siege we’re having.”

Ceerus just keeps his eyes on the door “sure.”

“So how's the uh, wife?”

Ceerus sighed “locked in a tower, that we are invading.”

“Mhm, yup.”

‘Maybe I should try calling him dad.’

“So what did you think of my swordsmanship d-dad.”

Ceerus visibly restrained himself “it was fine ten- Giota.”

The elevator stopped, probably because of security.

“Oh maker damnit,” Ceerus tries rewinding the shut off, but it doesn't work “and it’s godproofed!”

“This reminds of this one time me and Dyalta wen-”

Ceerus put his hand to Giota’s mouth “if you end this story in anything less than fully clothed I will end your fake hide.”

Giota scratches his head nervously “Well I didn't, but Dyalta lost his shirt and well,” Giota notice Ceerus drawing his blade “b-but it was for a sword fi- wait bad wording, it was for a-you know- assasination thing!”

Ceerus sighed and sheathed his sword “look, you dusting mongrel, I don’t like you, you pretend to like me, let’s just try and not kill each other and maybe by the end of this, I won’t flay your ass at the altar.”

Well atleast now they both agreed on something: this was going to be a long crusade.

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ok that's that! not a very good character sheet but hopefully it got enough across to be interesting. I’ll end this off with some quotes I want him to say but have never gotten the chance to write out:

“hey Ceerus how’s the kid? oh thats right! in my bed, waiting patiently.” following Ceerus being exceptionally annoying.

“you know something? I try to be nice, I always smile, always banter with my targets. you know, try and be friendly. but then some RED MOTHERFUCKER, POSSESSES MY HUSBAND, WAKING ME UP FROM ETERNAL SLUMBER, AND NOW I ONCE AGAIN HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE GOD’S MESSES!”

*crying into Dyalta* “and then he said my clothes were stupid,” *sobbing* “I tried really hard on these!”

“this multiverse, to us gods, is wet paper mache. so easy to break, one wrong move and POP,” Giota flexes his finger and causes an ocean to split open for a solid ten seconds, “the very fabric of reality is gone. and you. you insuferable MOTHER FUCKERS have the AUDACITY TO COME IN HERE, AND TEAR IT ALL TO SHREDS! well assholes, if this reality is paper mache to you, and I’m stronger than you, take a wild gues as to what you are to me.”

(tagging: @storytravelled, @3lectro-heart, @genshin-obsessed)

#tw drugs #oc

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dragon-stones · 4 years ago

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Link to Ellina’s bio. If link doesn’t work, everything is below the cut.

Ellina Sylvia-Nosferatu Dracul

Age: 15 Astrological Sign: Scorpio♏ Date of Birth: October 30 Gender: Female Species: Dhampir (Half-human, Half-vampire) Affiliation: Hellsing Organization Aliases: Ell, Ell-Ell, Elly-Lu (by Seras), My beloved Pup (by Alucard), Young Lady/Madame, Bird of Hermes’ Offspring Orientation: Pansexual

“Why am I pulled from my lab again!?” —Ellina

Ellina is the daughter of the vampire Alucard. She’s the youngest in the Hellsing Organization.

👤Appearance👤

Ellina has stated that she can only change her form between bats and humans. Like her father, these forms have no meaning or purpose. She appears as a teen of indeterminate but reasonable age, though her birth age is 15. Her usual outfit is a purple gothic lace party rockabilly dress with long sleeves, white gloves, black gothic lace tights, and brown leather knee high boots. Ellina had blood red eyes that are common among vampires. Her hair length is middle back and wavy. Her teeth can change from a typical human with slightly elongated canines, to a mouth full of great white shark-like teeth.

Ellina once wore a teal floral ruffle sundress as a toddler, as indicated by a picture of her being held by Integra that can be found next to Alucard’s chair.

When in her lab, Ellina wears a worn out pink t-shirt with grease stains, a pair of blue Denim stained trousers (jeans), and a pair of work boots. She also wears a pair of leather gloves and has her hair tied up in a high ponytail.

😎Personality😎

Ellina is a polite yet strong-willed teen and has been since she was born. Alucard has stated that “I knew she’s a strong-willed being. Even in the womb, I knew”. Ellina is often considered to be tomboy-ish, like Seras; brave, strong, and heroic. Much like Seras, she’s not afraid to question orders that she is given. One trait that is common with Ellina is that she will crack a few jokes and jabs in a light hearted manner.

Ellina has only been on three missions and much like Alucard, she fights with ferocity. While not as cruel as her father, Ellina will disabled and humiliate an opponent, if she sees fit. It is possible to take Ellina by surprise, due to her lack of knowledge on the battlefield, but she’s also fast at learning.

Ellina is easily annoyed with how overprotective Alucard can be. She understands that even being half-vampire and able to heal from wounds that would be fatal to humans, she can still be fatally injured or outright killed. Still, she becomes irritated when her father fusses over minor wounds and when he drags her from her lab. Though, most of the time Alucard allows her to do as she wishes.

🎃Family/History🎃

Ellina was raised by Alucard and those living in the Hellsing Mansion and has grown into a confident, yet stubborn teen. She was born on october 30 to Alucard and an unnamed woman. Ellina’s mother disappeared three months after her birth for unknown reasons. Though Ellina has noticed that when her mother is mentioned the mood turns sour and some people even give snide comments or sneer.

As a young girl, Ellina was more timid and shy when meeting people than she is as a teen. She also had a habit of pulling a surprise game of hide-and-seek with her father. Her favorite hiding place was within the Hellsing Research and Development department, where weapons and any other things were created and tested. Alucard had tried to put a stop to Ellina entering the department floors, but she had countered all his attempts. To ease Aluxard’s anxiety, the researchers had given Ellina a space of her own, so she wouldn’t be in harm's way. Ellina spent a lot of time in R&D and developed a love for what the department does.

Now at 15, Ellina tends to spend a lot of time in her very own lab. She has a pet boa named Momo that stays in her room. Though, Ellina does have a whole room set up for Momo.

💜Relationships💜

Alucard He was present when she was born. He’s also the one to discover that Ellina’s mom had disappeared one night three months after the birth. Since the disappearance of her mother, Alucard had taken the “sole role” of raising her. He holds deep feelings of admiration towards his daughter, much like he does with Seras.

Over the years, Alucard and those living in the mansion helped her grow and mature into the teen that she is. Seeing his daughter working in her lab fills him with pride and joy, though he keeps it hidden. But, Alucard has said “The scents from that...lab are overpowering. It makes me nauseous.” This indicates that Ellina’s lab does make her father feel ill. Though Alucard does worry about his daughter like any parent would, he does let her do what she wishes. As long as she does what he tells her too.

Seras Victoria Ellina and Seras are like two peas in a pod. If one does something that causes trouble, the other is not far behind. Ellina and Seras like to go shopping when the older vampire has time off. Ellina calls Seras “Sister Seras” showing how much she loves her.

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing Ellina has high respect for Integra and fears her. When Ellina was younger, she was allowed to send messages to those the woman calls for, like Alucard and Seras for example. Integra is also one of the few humans in the Organization that she’ll go to about female problems, when Seras is not available. Ellina shows her love for Integra by calling her “Godmother Integra” and “Lady Integra”.

Pip Bernadotte Pip helped raise Ellina from the time she was born. When Alucard or Seras couldn’t keep an eye on her, Pip would keep his eye on whoever was watching the Dhampir. Knowing that Alucard would not hesitate to injure someone who has harmed his daughter, Pip wants to keep such events as minimal as possible. Pip tends to call Ellina “Little Fleur”, which in turn she calls him “Boule de Pain”.

🔪Powers and Abilities🔪

Superhuman Strength: While not a true vampire or even a full, Ellina is still stronger than a normal human, but weaker than her father. Though, the extent of her strength is unknown. Ellina is easily able to handle Alucard’s Casull, but unable to hold Seras’ Harkonnen without support.

Superhuman Speed and Reflexes: Ellina is fast compared to a human, but to vampires she is considered slow. Though, Vampires can see her movements better than some humans can. Ellina’s reaction times are top-notch, due to Seras and Alucard training her.

Enhanced Endurance: Ellina, like Alucard, takes most damage without flinching or making a sound. Due to her not being in battles often, the extent of how long her endurance lasts is unknown.

Enhanced Durability: Ellina is able to harden the surface of her body to the point where she can survive a minor explosion in her lab and the R&D departments. But, she’s not strong enough to survive a depleted uranium cannon shell.

Regeneration: Ellina is able to regeneration from physical injuries that would easily be fatal to a human. If torn to shreds by conventional weaponry, Ellina can regenerate as long as most of her body is intact. If injured by holy weapons designed to kill vampires, Ellina will be taken out of commission for a while. If struck in the heart, she will die.

Hematophagy: As a half-vampire, Ellina is able to consume small amounts of raw blood. She has long, conical fangs to assist in this job. Ellina tends to drink from the medical bags, but will bite the neck if able too. Though, she states that A-type blood gives her heartburn and tends to avoid it when she can.

Hemokinesis: Ellina to manipulate blood, but along a small amount. And it has to be outside of the body.

Familiar Control: Ellina can summon those she has consumed, but she has very few familiars, due to not draining many humans. Ellina tends to favor using Raven, the Black and White Rat.

Daywalking: Ellina has no issues walking about during the day, only complaining that it makes her tired.

Shapeshifting: Like her father, no particular form is of importance to her. But, Ellina can only change into several bats. It is unclear if this is her doing so willingly or if she is not strong enough to add more forms.

☄Quotes☄

“So...who’s the dumbass that pissed father off this time?” — Ellina when Alucard destroys part of the basement in a fit of rage “It’s supposed to smell like grease and oil down here.” “What are the rules of my lab, again?” *waits for an answer* “Well?” “Type A blood gives me heartburn.” “Frigănele? Father eats those once in a while. I like Cozonac, though.” “Dad!! Stop dragging me out of my lab!” “What time is it?” “I don’t need to go to sleep!” *yawns* “The moon’s nice out tonight.” “Seras is going out for the night?” “I'm almost ready!” — To Seras when she asks if Ellina’s ready to leave “Who’s taking the fall for this one?” — Ellina and Seras prank Alucard “Pretending to be one of the dead? Now, join their ranks!” “They’re called ‘memes’, dad. They are a staple of my generation.” “I’m not sleeping in your coffin again.” *Alucard coos like dove* “Ok...maybe for tonight.” — To Alucard, who tired to get her to sleep “If I had a choice between facing an angry Integra and sinking to the bottom of the ocean, I’m taking the ocean.” “Father does like to have his hair played with.” — When asked about a secret she knows

#- The Daughter Ellina #hellsing ultimate #hellsing oc ellina #Ellina Bio #oc bio #my oc #hellsing oc #long post #tw long post #really long ass post ya'll #canon characters mentioned are...#alucard hellsing #hellsing alucard #seras victoria #sir integra fairbrook wingates hellsing #pip bernadotte

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thebeingofeverything · 4 years ago

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I'm primarily a Mephiro shipper but I know you like MephAmaiRin and I'm curious about how you feel about your OT3 in these scenarios: 9, 27, 29, 31, 36 and 45 (This is for that "Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you" ship post) and sorry I know it was supposed to be one number but I was curious about all of these haha

I will also gladly do a mephiro too ;D don’t hold back, I’m a multi-shipper at heart. But hell yeah ot3 :D

9. Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death?

-Religion probably not, or in the vein of what goes on in canon so it’s nbd to any of them. Marriage, Rin is pretty much well if they’re happy with whatever we’ve got going on, it’s cool (tho he’d also be thrilled for an actual wedding, if only as a reason to get all his friends/family around for a celebration bc he’s sociable like that). But it’s right up there with the “love” topic and something Rin edges around bc he knows they’re not quite ready to hear that stuff. Children never really come up bc Rin doesn’t realize it’s even an option (tho given certain demons’ shapeshifting abilities~). And again, all things human concerns so Mephisto/Amaimon don’t look at them the same way Rin does so when the topics do come up, it’s usually Rin being the odd one out with his human upbringing making something like death more of a big deal. Mephisto knows to handle heavy topics a bit more delicately in a way that Rin understands if only bc he’s used to humanity by now. (I could write like an essay on how they each approach these topics and heavy issues in general but I just realized how many questions I have to get thru yet XD).

27. Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

--I see Rin either adopting various strays he’s picked up and imprinted on over the years and Mephisto/Amaimon just huff and accept that they’re gonna have to share Rin’s attention with others. (Tho again, fun with shapeshifting vessels means I’d get to play with the ot3 and their horrible eldritch abominations/children and Rin being trailed by a flock of monsters he refers to as his babies lol). I tend to take that Rin’s demon heart makes him more like a demon king/satan than a typical nephilim that only live for 200 years so they definitely grow “old” together in a sense of the word lol But for splitting up, I’d say that in the end, it becomes a good-natured relationship between them and Rin throughout the ages. They might spend some centuries closer than others, and some more apart as they enjoy their various hobbies but never really “break up”.

29. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

--Oooh well they’re really going thru it rn in canon XD So much like that, Mephisto’s probably got a plan, Amaimon’s a one-demon battering ram, and Rin is out there in the middle of things totally clueless but ready to throw hands lmao Minor injuries are made a big fuss of by Mephisto for himself, those giant bandaids and requests for someone to kiss his owies better while Amaimon just stares into the camera like he’s on the office and Rin sighs and complies. Sickness is just an excuse for attention and they all take advantage of it since it happens so rarely (if ever, do we even know if demons can contract an illness? Maybe a demonic one like I did for the Quarantine Au lol). Thus, Rin becomes a living space heater and provider of hot soup, Amaimon is there with the absentminded hair brushing and tea, and Mephisto is awful but he might carry them to bed or help them take a bath/order Belial to give them a bath when he’s especially lazy lmao

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

--Rin and Mephisto are kings of being teasing shitheads to each other and definitely not above poking at inside jokes or little things like finishing sentences. Amaimon picks up habits all the time, constantly watching Rin/Mephisto bc he’s curious about the things they’re interested in and why. Rin is a terrible liar and they both know when he’s hiding anything, rip to him lmao Though they might guess he’s hiding something, but not what and he surprises them all the time. Amaimon is another open book, but only bc he doesn’t see the point in lying and will be blunt about most things or clam up and not say anything when he doesn’t want to answer. Annnd Mephisto is a horrible/perennial liar and at this point it’s safer to assume he’s hiding something than not. Tho he rarely fully lies, preferring to lie with the truth or let ppl lie to themselves. Rin/Amaimon are used to picking out when he’s masking things he’d rather not talk about, tho cornering him is the tricky part.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

--These guys are a power ot3 100% :D Rin doesn’t humanize them so much as bring out the best aspects of them, and they repay it with meeting him halfway. It’s all about getting Rin to recognize his role as Satan’s nephil/ the new godking of gehenna while also accepting the human piece of Rin and accommodating it into their lives. Their weakness is definitely that Mephisto refuses to let anyone really know his plans, and those can be unintentionally self-destructive, plus he tends to displace all his stress onto Amaimon as a convenient punching bag and Rin isn’t cool with that. They’re all incredibly stubborn too, so arguments aren’t always about changing each other’s minds, so much as letting them know what they’re going to do and doing it anyway.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

--Annnnd last question~ This is fun lol Mephisto just wants what he always has, to have the freedom to play with his sandbox/Assiah without someone trying to take his toys away or mess with them, as long as he has that, he’s happy playing with his toys and enjoying the excitement Rin and Amaimon bring to his life. Rin mostly just wants to explore the world (I’m thinking end of the series he goes off and takes Amaimon with to see all the cool places he’s always wanted to travel to, possibly picking up new cooking techniques along the way lol). He probably sticks around as paladin and mephisto sends him on fun missions to pick up haunted dolls for his prank collection XD They live it day by day, eternity makes it less crucial to have an end goal. Tho Rin’s biggest goal is to get them to the point where they can hear him say love without it making them act weird lol Heartbreaks probably come into play when the people closest to Rin begin to die from old age, leaving Rin to come to terms with it. Mephisto/Amaimon can logic it out why he’s upset, and they’ve seen enough humans die/react to death that they understand it’s difficult for them, but they still lack the compassion/sympathy to really help him and he’d have to do the emotional brunt work.

Ooh man this ended up long lmao There’s so much more to add too T.T

Thanks for the ask~ @entitycreation

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #Rin Okumura #Mephisto Pheles #amaimon #otp ask #ask response #tboes asks #my asks

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