#like they're the Warrior and Soldier Eternal

[softquietsteadylove]

Love your work. I am always excited to read your next masterpiece. What about a story where Thena and Ikaris get trapped in something (like an indestructible elevator made by Phastos) and while the two are (more than likely fighting) in there, Girl is trying to get Thena out.

Unbearable silence hovered between Thena and Ikaris as they stared each other down after yet another sparring match. It was a rough one today, both of them going at it a little harder than necessary. There hadn't been an attack in a few days, leading them to have some pent up energy.

Thena in particular was crackling with even more temper than usual.

"That's it," Ikaris panted, his chest heaving within his armour. The training arena was a wreck around them. Phastos would have their heads. "Done for the day."

"Fine," Thena acquiesced. It was the only indication that she was as spent as he was, although even she was breathing slightly heavier than normal.

Ikaris just nodded, dragging himself closer to the door. Thena matched him step for step. He clenched his teeth in his jaw, "do you mind?"

"This is the exit," she snarled right back at him. It wasn't her fault that their minds were woven from the same cloth. "Ever heard of ladies first?"

"Is there one present?" Ikaris snarked right back at her. He predicted a wild swing from Thena and floated up and out of its way. It collided with the controls for the door. "Oh-"

"Fuck," Thena sighed, watching the control for the door's automation spark and hiss at them from the damage. She looked up at Ikaris, "this is your fault."

"My-?!" Ikaris glared down at the Warrior Eternal, who was acting like she had pointed out something obvious (instead of accusing him baselessly!). "You insufferable-!"

Thena growled, keeping Ikaris away from her with one hand as she tried to pry the door open with her sheer strength with the other. But it was locked by hydraulics, and she couldn't get her fingers into the seam of the door and its frame anyway. She pounded on the reinforced metal of it. "Hello?!"

"That's your big idea?" Ikaris finally landed, still giving her the stink eye as he stood beside her. "Yelling for help?"

Thena stood back, holding up her hands to let him have at it, "by all means, oh-great Soldier Eternal."

He sneered at her. He made a few attempts at punching it in, the prying it open as she had. He charged his eyes. "Stand back."

She didn't.

Ikaris flinched as the Cosmic Energy of his lasers was neutralised and dispersed against the door. Phastos had reinforced everything in the training arena located in the bowels of the Domo. He had to, lest some collateral damage extend into an engine room or a vent system.

"Yes, that was so much better than my attempts."

Ikaris's nostrils flared and he could feel his veins pulsing in his head. How his sister in arms angered him. "Someone will come to find us."

Thena gave him an even look. Not even disbelieving or disdainful, just an honest look. "Will they?"

Well, perhaps she had a point. They were still getting used to each other as a team, and they in particular were known for being...a little much. Specifically when it came to sparring. And the rest of the family knew that they had been wound up without an attack to fight off.

Ikaris sighed, stepping back from the door, "maybe if we scream loud enough in our heads Druig will hear us."

Ikaris drifted away from the door out of agitation. Thena put her hands on her hips, staying rooted on the spot. The door was the enemy, and she was going to keep it in her sights, it seemed. "S'not goin' anywhere."

Thena remained, though, staring at the blank surface of it. Her fingers tapped on the plating sitting around her hips that held the swaying and swishing fabric between her legs.

"Thena?"

Ikaris' head whipped up, but Thena wasn't surprised at all. Had she been expecting him? "Gil--that you?"

"The door won't open."

Ikaris half expected Thena to point out how obvious - needless - that statement was.

But she stepped closer to the door as she spoke, "there was an...incident."

"Thena broke it," Ikaris corrected her earlier statement. She elbowed him in the side for it, but he took it for what it was. "Can you get the door open?"

"I can try."

Thena and Ikaris stood back slightly as they heard what must have been Gilgamesh starting to try and pull the door open by bending the frame away from it.

"If anyone can get us out, it's Gil."

Ikaris was surprised by the sheer and honest faith in Thena's voice as she said it. He was so used to Thena being prickly and unbearable. He could forget that she was, in fact, a real person and not a walking blade.

"Phastos probably could."

She didn't even snap at him for his disagreement with her. She was anxiously waiting for moment Gilgamesh could break through the barrier between them.

"I'm afraid I'm going to damage the wall structure," Gil called out from his side. "I'm going to try and kick the door in. Stand back, Thena!"

Ikaris rolled his eyes; he was in here too, he could remind them. Not that it mattered to those two. Very little mattered to them when they were together. It was baffling to him, and every time he asked Sersi she would just laugh it off.

Thena turned to the side as they prepared for the door to sail past them. Their ears popped as they felt the air compressing in reaction to Gil's energy charging. Not all Eternals had the benefit of such an ability. For many of them, their energy levels simply were what they were--they had limits. But Kingo and Gil - and even Druig - could build and build and build their own Cosmic Energy unto itself.

Ikaris watched as the door flew through the air like it was nothing at all. It had some of its machinery still attached to it as it blew past them and to the far side of the room.

"Thena!" the Strongest Eternal rushed into the room, immediately looking at his fighting partner, "you're okay!"

"Everything is fine," she offered him one of her rare smiles, walking right over to him. "Although someone will have to tell Phastos about the damages in here."

Ikaris was ready to declare that he would not be that someone.

But Gil put a hand on his chest, looking at Thena with warm eyes, "I'm the one who broke the door in. I'll tell him it's my fault."

Such a softie. Ikaris took to the air again, rolling his eyes at his sister and her...Gilgamesh. "You two have fun with that. I'm on watch."

The other two Fighters watched him go, floating needlessly a few inches off the ground and down the hall. Gil put a hand on Thena's back as they headed out themselves, "how did this happen?"

The Warrior Eternal shrugged, although her smile was a little sheepish, "I was aiming for Ikaris, but it seems I have become...predictable."

"Maybe he's just an easy target," Gil chuckled, earning a quiet laugh from her as well. "You feel better after getting it outta your system?"

His understanding of her never ceased to bring a certain peace over her. "I do."

"Good," he nodded with a grin, "because dinner's almost ready and you're going to test everything for me first."

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 1D, MATCH 1 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Dimension 20:

Knight in invisible glass armor who turned the heel of her slipper into a spear and impaled the Fairy Grandmother with it to escape her false happy ending. Part of a team of princesses who want to destroy the entire fairy tale world to spare themselves and everyone else from eternally suffering. Gives weirdly good life advice.

A badass warrior in glass armor who stabs her fairy godmother with the heel of her glass slipper

Neverafter sweep!!!! Also, she is cool. Wears glass armor, tried to kill her fairy godmother with a spear, also tried to kill her stepmother.

She wears armour of glass and fights against a prewritten destiny

This Cinderella's story takes place in a world where all the fairytale characters exist but their stories have all gone wrong. It's a horror Dnd campaign, and there's also a multivariate concept where if people die, they're basically just reborn in a worse version of the story. Cinderella here is an NPC and is part of a faction called the Daughters of the Crown, which is a group of rebel nialaistic princesses who want to destroy the Neverafter to be free. She stabbed her fairy godmother in the chest with a glass shard from her shoe and she's a crazy powerful fighter. She wears full plate armor made of reflective glass so that she's essentially invisible when standing still. She's super badass but still is caring and funny. In the final battle when the PCs are fighting the Daughters of the Crown and other bad guys, she turns to their side after the other princesses are defeated and other giant villains come in, including her step mother, who became an eldritch horror. She stabs her stepmother through the heart with a shard of glass after dismissing the stepmother statement that she hurt her because it was destiny, saying that it doesn't matter if it was free will or destiny, she didn't like it. TLDR: She's a badass black woman/princess/knight

This woman has been through so much Shit. She has to go through the usual suffering of Cinderella (dead parents, abusive step-family) and then find out her entire life is a lie, just a story where she has no agency over her life? Her suffering is for someone else's amusement? So she's doing bad. Her stepmother also tries to destroy the ENTIRE universe after snapping. And okay. Maybeeee Cinderella tried to kill some people (mainly the campaign's party) but after she lost everything I can't help but feel a little bad for her. Thank you for your time.

shes ANGRY shes a WARRIOR she has GLASS ARMOR THAT SHE NEVER TAKES OFF she’s trying to END THE WORLD AND KILL EVERYONE she’s EVERYTHING to me

Once Upon a Time (in Space):

She spent decades searching every moon and planet trying to find her wife (Rose), who was kidnapped on their wedding day. Eventually, she found Rose, and they embraced, only for Rose to die in Cinder's arms. And so Cinder killed the king who had kidnapped Rose by punching through his chest and into his heart.

And then Cinder got a somewhat happy ending, in which she met Rose's clone who had Rose's memories.

What if Cinderella was a Sci-Fi lesbian? Well here she is. She has a whole love song about searching the stars for her girlfriend after their wedding was interrupted and she was taken away. She spends years searching only to when she finally finds and embraces her watch her be shot. Cinders is so devastated by this that she plunges her wedding ring into the heart of the man who shot her love killing him.

Lesbian space princess who elopes with the terrifying soldier who was previously conquering her planet and spends decades searching for her when they're separated. Listen to her song https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6w9V-gMgBF4

I think the way she punches the evil king through the heart as revenge for her wife is pretty neat.

She’s a revolutionary married to a woman, what’s not to love? From Cinders’ Song: “ When I was a little girl, my mother always told me / "Someday your prince will come, my love" / But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me”.

her girlfriend got cloned and most of said clones were brutally slaughtered in war and she searched for her girlfriend all throughout the galaxy and when they were finally reunited on the battlefield her girlfriend died. and a clone of her girlfriend who due to technical errors retained her memories, so does that count as the same girlfriend? theseus's girlfriend? anyway vote for cinders she's been through hell

Lesbian!! Has to search for her lost love Rose with her glass wedding ring that changes color when its near its partner!! Gets to embrace Rose once again for one final moment before the villain kills Rose right in front of her!! So Cinders kills him in return!! And she's left as (almost) the only surviving main character from her own album but!! She is eventually reunited with a clone of Rose, and while they cannot have a truly 'happy ever after' together they are the ones graced with the closest thing to it

SPACE LESBIANS (she's in love with Rose Red, who gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders searches the galaxy to find her, waiting for her white ring to turn crimson, indicating that its twin was near) She took her name from the ashes of her burning planet <3 She also killed Old King Cole >:)

shes a tragic lesbian and killed a violent dictator shes literally the best

shes gay shes traumatized she dates both rose red and sleeping beauty. badass space wanderer looking for her wife

Her wife Rose gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders spend the next thirty years looking for her. She finds her (:D) and then Rose dies (D:) and then Cinders kills the guy who killed Rose (girlboss).

shes a lesbian. she lost her wife, Rose (yes, as in sleeping beauty) the day they got married bc she was kidnapped. she spent 20 YEARS looking for her. as soon as she found her wife, Rose DIED IN HER ARMS. Cinders has gone through Too Much to lose this poll

(Her info from the wiki) the Princess of a planet burnt by King Cole's army, after it is ceded by her stepmother. She is imprisoned, meets Rose and plans to marry her. She is released by her godmother for the wedding, then flees when the attack happens, spending thirty years looking for Rose. Her half of the wedding ring will light up when she finds Rose.

"When I was a little girl, my mother always told me 'Someday your prince will come, my love' But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me I looked to the stars for you, my love" She's lesbian Cinderella IN SPACE. She fell in love with her wife in prison and they ran away to have a secret marriage but the empire kidnapped Rose on their wedding night and Cinders had to leave her behind. She searches for Rose for decades with the glass ring that guides her to its twin on her wife's finger. She finally reunites with her love after Rose rips three supersoldiers to pieces with her bare hands (hot) but then then the evil king kills Rose so Cinders fucking punches through his heart. And then a clone of Rose (who is also lesbian Sleeping Beauty IN SPACE) finds her cradling her wife's body and they have a happy reunion(?) and maybe they didn't have a happy ending BUT WHAT IF THEY HAD EACH OTHER? HUH? AAAAAH

she’s everything. she’s a princess from a long since conquered planet. she was imprisoned to make a statement of the brutal reign of old king cole. she met her wife while she was in prison, a beautiful brutal soldier covered in scars from battles. cinders and rose fell in love, so cinders’ godmother in white broke her out of jail so rose and cinders could be together. they were going to be married, except that OLD KING COLE intervened and kidnapped rose to make her the genetic base of his unholy army. so cinders spends THIRTY YEARS searching the galaxies for her love (and sings a really cool song about it called “Cinders’ Song”) until finally she arrives during the final battle just in time to see old king cole SHOOT ROSE DEAD. so cinders punches the king so hard (with her wedding ring) that he just Crumples Into Dust. the end! (no we do not talk about the fiction.)

lesbian, for one, and for two i don't really care i just think it'd be cool if she got in/if she made it past the first round

[zarvasace]

1931 Vampire AU!

For those unaware, I wrote a bit of a neat Linked Universe setting AU last year that I haven't done much with, but I really like it and want to share a bit more about it! Links to the existing fics where relevant.

The series on AO3 is here!

(It would also be fun to develop this AU a little more, and I'd like to draw some stuff for it, so if you send in an ask about it, I might answer with a doodle. ;) )

AU basics: a hidden magic world in America, the year 1931 after WWI. None of the boys are human (except Twilight, at least at first), but they all think they're hiding magic from everyone else, at least for a time. :) There are a lot of magical peoples in this world, organized in their own ways, e.g. merfolk kingdoms, fae courts, the vampire councils, entire hidden cults, and hunter organizations. Ganon exists, but he's a hidden threat that they've all faced in one way or another.

Character summaries!

Wind: the focus of this AU. (The original fic was an excuse to make him very cool.) He was born 1696 in Florida ish, at the height of the golden age of piracy. He was turned into a vampire by Tetra in about 1710 and is eternally physically 14. He sailed with her crew (all pirates) for a few decades. She was invited to the western vampire council in Spain in 1750 as the vampire pirate queen, but... stuff went down. (fic: Body and Soul Marooned) She and her whole crew died, along with a lot of vampires. Wind survived, getting a nice angsty scene in there where they said wedding vows as she died, and went on to try and warn other councils about the upcoming massacres. Because most vampires died during that time, Wind is one of the oldest vampires still alive, and most who survived that time owe their lives to him.

Warriors: the secondary focus of this AU. He was a legitimate soldier during WWI, proper age and everything. When Wind enlisted, Wars took it upon himself to guide this seemingly young kid, and got killed doing so. Wind turned him into a vampire, not wanting him to die. (fic: In the Chill of Battle) He has a fun relationship with Wind, both of them taking the big-brother role in turns. Wars is a younger vampire, but his brain and body was able to mature more, so. Before Wars knew Wind, he was also captain of a division with Time, not that Time remembers that right off. Wars acts the responsible adult, so he gets them both hired as part of Time's team.

Time: he's Twilight and Wild's uncle. When he was a kid, he was whisked away to Faerie and replaced by a changeling for a few years. He fought his way back to find that time had passed differently for him, so he's mentally older than he appears. He didn't get out without being touched by the fae, and is beholden to some of their rules. He's the only one old enough to have enlisted in the military at a legal age, and used his status as a veteran to get a job at a local police station as a sort of detective. That's how he collects all the boys. :)

Wild: half-vampire. He's aging slowly, but still aging. He's close to Twilight, but always felt like he didn't exactly belong. Vampires as an organization don't believe there are many dhampirs out there, and don't like them, but a few underground cells have been organizing. Wild had a few run-ins with them. He's aware of a lot more magic than people think he is, having networked out to several kinds of magical peoples. The Yiga are a cult of shapeshifters that are out for his blood. (fic: Caged) He joined the team when the existing members came to save him and Twilight from them, later in the "story." Wild is one of those in the group willing to do Mad Science. :)

Twilight: is human. He dealt with Wild his whole life, so he's aware of vampires, but not much else. Over the course of the "story," he gets turned into a werewolf, so all of the boys get to deal with that.

Sky: he's a lynchpin of the team! Without Sky, not everyone would be there. He's an air elemental by birth, fairly important in those familial circles but mostly separated from them these days. His natural form is not exactly... physical. He knows Time from the war (he enlisted at too young an age near the end, and didn't see much combat, but made connections), Legend from some of what Legend did (aka everything, but specifically some merchant connections in this case), and found Four on his own. Sky doesn't count as fae at all, but he's in-tune with the environment and flow of magic around him. (He's not happy about the dust bowl.) He is pretty oblivious to the others being magical, though.

Four: he's rather disconnected from the others, in terms of backstory. To understand him, you have to know that there are six courts of the fae: one for each season in the wheel, with a light and a dark in the center and outside. Four grew up in the Light Court, full fae. One of the princess's Minish advisors betrayed the Light Court and gave power to the Dark (hi Vaati), and Four helped to restore balance. In the process, he had to change. The courts didnt generally trust each other, so Four split into four fae with the help of magic, one for each seasonal court. More magic and betrayal happened, and Four is semi-stuck as a Dark fae now. He can become a shadow and hide in other shadows, but he's vulnerable to light in general. When he left Faerie for the mortal world, he found Sky, who pretty much adopted him as a little brother. He's very protective of Sky.

Legend: is a prince of one of the merfolk kingdoms. He saved each of the underwater kingdoms at least once, then ventured to the surface to find more wrongs that needed righting. He isn't obvious about it, but he has a good heart. He's kind of sort of employed as a spy and informant, but he focuses on supernatural issues. He's more of a special ops agent than anything, though he does like to find people who'll pay him for doing what he wants to do anyway. He's been practically everywhere and done practically everything. He definitely heard of Wind, but didn't connect the dots right off. Merfolk aren't considered fae, but his particular family line made contracts with fae long ago, and he has some of their geases in a lightened form. He figured out pretty quickly that everyone was magic and trying to hide it.

Hyrule: is full fae, like Four, but of the Spring Court. He lived in the human world his whole life, a street kid who had to keep his fae nature tightly under wraps, which could get difficult around the promises and names and iron of daily life. He moved around a lot. He was captured for a year or two by unscrupulous scientists and rescued by Legend, who took him to Sky and Time. (fic: EPISODE SEVEN: Lost and Found) He's the resident healer and mad scientist.

Other Fics

More Than You Can Chew: the beginning of the "story." Starts with Wars confessing he's a vampire, and then they go rescue Wind, who's been captured by wannabe hunters.

Council: sort-of ongoing fic about Wind taking the rest of the Chain to the latest vampire council meeting. >:)

[thegodofkhaosinkarnate]

I did it. I fucking caved.

I made an Undertale AU.

Behold, the beginnings of a magical girl AU that I am vaguely planning to flesh out,

Undermagica!

Starring our protagonists, Frisk and Chara:

Living in the modern-day city of Ebott, Frisk is a runaway foster kid surviving off of odd jobs, and Chara attends a fancy (but highly conservative and restrictive) private boarding school while their parents stay overseas. They meet each other one day from opposite sides of the school fence and start talking, becoming fast friends.

Frisk is quiet and clever, keeping their head down to avoid the authorities while they work to keep the roof over their head. Chara however is something of a delinquent, cutting class, getting into fights, and occasionally stealing from people. Both envy each other for different reasons- Frisk wishing for Chara's stable future, and Chara wanting to be more independent like Frisk. One day, Chara manages to pick-pocket some fancy looking charms off a strange lady on the street, and gifts one to Frisk as a birthday present, keeping the other for themself (Chara: So we can match!). This action has ConsequencesTM.

You see, unbeknownst to the children, those cute heart-shaped charms are in fact, Soul Charms- a rare and powerful magic item that allows its bearer to transform into a magical warrior, capable of great acts of creation... and destruction. 

This newfound power gains them some rather unwanted attention when they are suddenly attacked by a literal fucking monster. Fortunately, before anything can go seriously sideways, they're rescued by a strange, but familiar woman...

Chara: OH SHIT THAT'S THE LADY I STOLE FROM!!

Everyone say howdy to Flora, local sword wielding magical girl and florist! After sweeping in to perform a dramatic rescue, she takes note of the kids Soul Charms, at which point she attempts to recollect them... only to realize that they've bonded with Frisk and Chara, making them unusable by anyone else (something she seems very frustrated by...). Que both kids panicking for different reasons (Frisk: oh my gosh we just got attacked by a monster- Chara: THE LADY I STOLE OFF OF IS FUCKING RIGHT THERE WE ARE GOING TO JAIL-!!!) followed by Flora ushering them away to the safety of her flower shop, where she begins to explain:

Long ago, two races ruled over the earth: Humans and Monsters. For a time, there was peace between the two races- until the monsters, filled with greed and a lust for power, attacked. With their magic, they were nigh unstoppable. But, when all seemed lost, a group of seven humans found the Soul Charms, a set of powerful magical artifacts fueled by LOVE and HOPE, which would grant them each immense strength. Together, they defeated the monsters, sealing them in another realm with a powerful magic spell. The Monster King, a horrible, wicked beast, stronger than all his cronies, swore vengeance on humanity, ordering his many soldiers to find seven Soul Charms so that he could break the barrier and cast the human realm into eternal darkness. The humans, of course, did their best to prevent this, passing down their Soul Charms to those deemed worthy. For many centuries, they succeeded. But nothing can last forever, and over time the war was forgotten, the guardians died out, the barrier began to weaken, and monsters began to slip through the cracks into the mortal world (some even being powerful enough to take on human disguises). Six of the seven Soul Charms were claimed by the monsters. So Flora, now the only guardian left, made a desperate decision. She couldn't fight all of monster kind alone, after all. She needed help. So she created two extra Soul Charms... by splitting hers apart. The power, now divided, would be too small for the monsters to break the barrier if she was defeated, and would allow her to find and train two more magical girls to help her defeat the Monster King once and for all. Or at least, that was the plan, until someone stole two of the charm fragments off of her. Whoops.

(We, of course, know this is not the full story. But that will be explained later...) Flora would just take the charms back, but it appears that they have bonded with the children, making it impossible for them to be removed. On top of that, the strong magical aura of the charms is essentially a beacon for monsters, which means that hiding the kids or skipping town isn't an option. So there's only one thing left to do: Train them to cross the barrier and defeat the Monster King!

Frisk is hesitant, but Chara is absolutely down for this. Magic, adventure, and a cool as hell mentor? What else could a kid ask for! And with this confident encouragement, Frisk concedes, agreeing to train as Flora's apprentices- leading to their first transformations.

And thus begins the adventure....

Right, so, first chapter rambling over, time to get into some of the thought process behind the designs, different routes, and what I'll be showing off in the future! (Again, I'm still fleshing this out, so this is rough information for now. Feel free to run with whatever's here or give your own ideas)

When I started drawing, I really wanted this au to have a sort of Royal Theme going on with the transformations, with each character filling a specific role! Frisk, Chara, and Flora all act as Prince/Princesses, challengers to the throne. I wanted Frisk, the more cautious and levelheaded of the two, to look softer in their overall appearance (hence their oversized civilian coat and more rounded sleeves/shorts in their transformation). I might change their weapon to be a shield instead of a staff/bat, but overall, I'm pretty happy with how they turned out. Frisk in this au is also genderfluid and can use any pronouns! Chara, the sharper tonged member of the team, had to of course be much sharper in their design. I wanted them to look closer to Flora, as a show of how much they idolize her (at least a first). I might tone down their color palette a little later to make them more complimentary to Frisk. Overall, they'd be much more aggressive in their fighting style, with harsher actions (a bit like Kris vs Susie in Deltarune, for example, Frisk gets Compliment and Chara gets Tease as actions).

In a pacifist route, Frisk would probably take the lead more, getting Chara to calm down and think as they try to strategize their way out of encounters with clever tricks or diplomacy. This would lead to the duo listening to the monsters more, learning new information about the various boss monsters and locations, the Soul Charms, and the mysterious King they keep hearing about. Chara would develop more protectively in this route, tempering their aggressive nature, while Frisk would become more confident and outspoken. And the more they travel and learn, the more friends they gain in this strange kingdom, the more they begin to question Flora's words...

In a genocide route, however, Frisk's caution and Chara's fierceness would develop into Distrust and Brutality respectively, making them highly efficient in battle but very closed minded, unwilling to listen to the monsters they encounter. Chara would of course take the lead, acting as the team tank while Frisk plays hit-and-run or does support. However, the more they fight, the more they begin to question why Flora isn't really helping- after all, if they're having such an easy time cutting through monsters with only a fraction of a Soul Charm, why couldn't she just do it herself?

And then there's Flora- or as we know her to be, Flowey. I'll go over her more in a later post, but the basics you need to know right now are that she's not who she says she is in the slightest, and this gets slowly revealed to the duo the further they get on their journey. She acts as their mentor, teaching them the basics of transforming and attacks, as well as supplying information about the boss monsters guarding the Soul Charms (which she encourages them to collect by defeating the bosses). In a pacifist route, she'd slowly grow more frustrated with the duo, revealing more of her sinister personality. In a genocide, she'd at first be supportive and encouraging, before eventually growing fearful of the duo's growing power and insubordination.

As for the other characters, I'm going to break them up by Soul Charm color so they can get their own posts later: Patience- Toriel, the groundskeeper! The first boss monster the duo encounters, she's more concerned with getting them to stay put. The palace is no place for children, after all!

Bravery- Papyrus, royal herald! He takes his job very seriously- it's the first step in his mission to become a member of the royal guard! He and his brother fight as a duo, but it's mostly Papyrus attacking while his brother turns people blue.

Integrity- Sans, the jester! There are rumors he used to be some kind of judge or high advisor for the king, but that's silly... right?

Kindness- Undyne, captain of the royal guard! A powerful soldier of the King's army, she protects the palace from any intruder, forcing them to go on the defensive.

Perseverance- Muffet, the royal chef! Creepy and crawly, Muffet isn't fond of people trampling through her kitchen uninvited. You want to get past her, you'll have to work for it.

Justice-Mettaton and Alphys, the royal scientist and her creation turned courtier! Mettaton was made as a defensive measure to protect the Soul Charm, but over time, he became far more independent, gaining status amongst the royal court. In a pacifist route, Mettaton is the sole holder of the charm, but during a genocide, Alphys takes the charm and retreats into her lab, fortifying it to keep the duo from progressing.

And last but not least, Asgore. He'll be getting his own post, but I'll refrain from spoiling anything until I've hammered out more details.

I'll probably have more characters to talk about, but these are the big ones for now! I might do some fic or even a comic with these characters, but nothing's set in stone right now. I'll also want to go more in depth on the progression of various routes, and how certain characters would change. Now, if I can just get Toriel's design to cooperate...

[monstrous-fusion]

MF Masterpost

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I ask that people be kind and respectful when answering questions. We are not a machine, we have a life outside this AU. You are completely allowed to draw fanart or write fanfics and don't be nervous to ping the account to show us! We love seeing what people have to create. We can't stop anyone from writing/drawing NSFW, we just ask that that not be shown to us. (This one is also common sense, but please do not write that about the children in this AU.) Thank you.

Detailed Synopsis;

Ancient forces have returned to the living world in the shadows of the divine. It struck before the goddesses can react and captured the goddess of courage, intending to spread their plague to the other three. Before she was fully imprisoned, she sent a warning to the goddess of Time; no one hero was enough, they needed as many hands on deck as possible.

Thus, the goddess of Time reached throughout the ages and pulled the heroes of old into one final adventure. They must battle the shadows of their past, present and future. One stumble, one falter or one wrong step, can lead to the end of the timeline and the creation of a new eternal age of darkness and despair.

Meet the Links (below the cut)

Artisan | ALBW/TFH (they/them) - A boisterous and adventurous young fellow. To the outside perspective, they can seem rather loud and oblivious--and they wouldn't deny it, either! What runs deeper, however, is a young person who has lost the deepest love, hoping desperately they can pick up the pieces left behind.

Engie | Spirit Tracks (he/they) - The Engineer is a smart young fellow. He's quite the boy scout--smart, kind and...a little too trusting for his own good--but he's terrible at fighting. He's shy, and not very people smart, but stubborn. In spite of his rather...poor sword skills, they've never heard the term "give up".

Eras | Hyrule Warriors (he/they) - In his prime time, he was the head of the Royal Guard, the most loyal soldier and best strategies. Now a retired war vet, Eras struggles in the shadows of the war. He's quiet, calculated but loyal to a deadly fault. He would do anything it takes, if that meant he could protect his family and kingdom.

Faye | OoT / MM (any/all) - A former hero that'd been turned into a monster upon getting lost in the Lost Woods. He's mistrusting of people, quiet and sneaky. If you aren't close with her, you'd think she's standoffish and unapproachable. Underneath that calloused exterior is a soft spoken child who wants to be loved. They just. Don't think anyone would love them enough to try.

Feathers | Skyward Sword (he/ae) - Determination is aer middle name. Feathers is confident, snarky and slightly egotistical. Ae had a taste of divine ichor and they're not afraid to drink from the devil's chalice again. Feathers is exceptionally skilled for a young man at his age. POTS has never stopped him, even if its gotten significantly worse since the beginning of this adventure...

Minish | Minish Cap / Four Swords (they/them) - Minish has never been one for talking. They're reserved and self contained but quite bright. As a system, they've never felt like they've had a place to slot into. Turmoil from their past still lingers as an echo in the back of their mind, and with the freshness of their adventure, even at the young age of 12 they have a lot to think about.

Mirror | alltp / Oox / LA(he/they/ze) - Mirror has had zer fair share of adventures--honestly, he was pretty sure he's seen everything. Once a glowing and legendary adventurer and mage, Mirror is quite happy to retire and settle down with Ralph. In their old age, they are snarky and imbittered. Though the hero's courage still rests deep in his soul, an inexplicable cowardice has taken hold--or perhaps it never left?

Tune | WW/PH (he/him) - Tune is a carefree sailor hailing from Outset Island. He's very intune with the winds, seas and the culture of his home. As such, he is carefree, reckless and a bit of a goofball, and that can often come off a bit childish if you don't know him personally. For someone his age, he's skilled with the sword and oddly nonchalant about the risk of hurting someone.

Rancher | Twilight Princess (he/she) - Though he is but a simple farmhand from Ordon, Rancher is exceptionally brave, often going out of his way to help those in need. Possessing a heart of gold and dogged loyalty to his greatest good, Rancher is the ideal hero. The only thing marring her perfect image is a shadowy form and a regret that boiled his blood.

Wild | Botw/Totk (he/him) - The traveler is a curious fellow. He's quiet, reserved and holds himself with an air of mystery that befuddles and intimidates those around him. He wears his life on his face and scars, yet no one knows much about him. Inside he fears the lack of control in his life. Though the shrine has cleansed him of his self imposed silent burden, he lapses occasionally into that silence. Under all that, he is quite the adventurous young fellow and enjoys a good challenge.

Zonau | 10k hero (he/it) - Zonau is a mysterious fellow. He is quiet, reclusive, and tired. Many years have passed since he had given up on adventuring. To say he is disgruntled to be on another adventure is...quite an understatement, really. In spite of that, he is not a barer of the hero's spirit for nothing. He adventures with a wild spirit, even if its been dulled over the years.

[tobiasdrake]

Okay, Serious Bizniz time. To Watcher Island!

And by that I mean: Read me a story, Teaks.

They, too, require people to traverse waterfalls. I'm guessing they don't get much merchant traffic out here.

Do we know anything about the Docarri? Anything at all? Anyone? Okay.

Well, I found a piece of the Celestial Willow while we were back in Mooncradle so it's story time. Go on, Teaks. Tell me the story of my weird-ass hometown.

Then the Great Eagle shrieked "GOTCHA" and closed the door to the Forbidden Cavern, trapping the artisans there for all eternity. Thus was the rest of the world finally saved from the plague of skilled tradespeople.

Okay but for real, I'd be freaking out that this was a trap.

At this point, I would be full-on panicking. What do you mean, all they found were three vials and one of them cataclysmically reshaped the geography in a fit of cosmic fury?

Holy shit. You could not pay me to stay there a second longer.

And then Garl started stealing bits of it for his cooking. And it was delicious. We make no apologies.

"As if the magic had spoken directly to their minds."

Teaks, I really hope you're being poetic there. Because if you mean that literally, then the Celestial Willow compelled and enslaved these people to build the Great Eagle's city. Then worshipping the Willow and doing what the Great Eagle wants just... became the culture. Everyone grew up in this little town with no accessibility to the outside world and believed what they were taught to believe.

If that's how Mooncradle came into existence then this is straight-up cult shit. Did we grow up in a cult?

Okay but why tho. Solstice kids have real parents confirmed so. What. Does the Great Eagle kidnap us? To bring to his prison cult for warrior training?

So much of Mooncradle built itself. The people don't even have to open the vials. The vials uncork themselves. That they even are vials seems like it's just for show.

The Great Eagle just wanted these people to come here so they could build the infrastructure needed to raise the kidnapped children until they were old enough for Academy. Which was barely even our choice to attend in the first place because we were raised in a cult. What else were we going to do? We were Special Gifted Chosen Ones and there's only one career path for that in Mooncradle.

...Garl traded his eye for this.

If the third vial's going to uncork immediately after the second then why even bother putting them in two separate vials?

This is so fucked up. No wonder Moraine was so insistent on keeping us separate from normal people like Garl. That's how it works. The entire village is just the help. Their entire culture has no other purpose to exist than raising kidnapped Solstice children for the Academy.

Teaks, if you see me meandering towards the beach, it's because I might actually need to throw up in that bush over there. Holy shit. Ho-ly shit.

This is why Erlina and Brugaves were so mad. This is what they were mad about. We grew up in a fucking cult.

That still isn't a good reason to resurrect the Dweller of Strife. They're still the assholes here. But. Holy shit.

I. Can't. Even. I am legit having trouble organizing my thoughts because Mooncradle is a nursery cult for raising kidnapped children.

I mean. It is in the name. I don't even have it in me to be arrogant about it being Mooncradle, with the Forbidden Cavern sealed by lunar magic. It's just. Horrifying, is what it is.

I hate everything you've taught me and now I want to lay down on the sand and die.

Erlina and Bugraves were talking about how we deserve a normal life. That's what Moraine said too when he gave up, that he wants a chance at a normal life. But we aren't the ones being screwed here.

I mean. We are. We're stolen from our parents at an early age so we can be indoctrinated into a cult and spend our childhoods being shaped into soldiers, something that feels at the time like something we want to do but is in fact a cultural value instilled in us from our limited exposure to the world.

But the larger victims are the commonfolk who grew up isolated from the rest of the world, to serve the singular purpose of working in the background to cook for us and clean for us and raise us as children. An entire cult of servitude. A village of the help, who do everything for us, who only exist to sustain us, but "A Solstice Warrior does not associate with them."

It's a prison. Sealed behind a forbidden door only a Solstice Warrior may open. But nobody questions the bars of the cage. Because they were never taught that there is anything else to life.

I don't think what the Great Eagle did was a good thing. I recognize the value of Solstice Warriors in suppressing Dwellers. It's hard not to after seeing Wraith Island. But I don't think this was the right way to do it.

I think I want Mooncradle to change. But I don't know what I'd want it to change into. I don't think it's my place to decide.

I think I want the door of the Forbidden Cavern to stay open for everyone. I want to change the name of it so people are encouraged to use it. And I want my secret dock available to everyone. Maybe set up trade with Brisk and Mirth. Get some merchants coming through Mooncradle.

I also think, as Official Headmistress of Zenith Academy, that I am legally able to make those decisions. Pretty sure. Like, 85%.

I don't know what to do about the Great Eagle kidnapping children. I think I don't have enough knowledge to fully formulate an opinion on it. Right now, I just have bad vibes.

What I am certain of, is that it's late and Teaks just hit me with an emotional sledgehammer of a story. So I am going to find a nice bush to curl up under with my bedroll, and try not to lament how limited my options truly were all this time.

As to our mission, this changes nothing. We set out for the Docarri in the morning. I'll try to be my usual upbeat, narcissistic self by then.

[lozriftsintime]

Name: Link Meadowkeep

Alias(es): Firefly

Nickname(s): Old Man, Grandpa, Sprite, Fairy Boy, Mask

Birthday: (I am currently working on a calendar system for this AU, so this will come later.)

Age When Introduced: 37

Pronouns: Ko/Kir/Kor, but any pronouns are fine. Most people refer to kir with he/him pronouns

Height: 6'5

Source/Game(s): Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, and Hyrule Warriors

Sexuality: Demisexual and Demiromantic (though according to ko, ko is 'Malonromantic' and 'Malonsexual'. Because ko has never felt attraction towards anyone else.

Favorite Color(s): Firefly has a couple colors ko's fond of. Ko likes blue, like Malon’s eyes and still, clear water. The color Navi used to glow. And ko likes green. Kokiri green specifically. It reminds kir of kor childhood.

Disliked Color(s): When ko was younger, Firefly didn’t like the color red, especially not Gerudo red, but ko can’t dislike it now. Not with it being the color of Malon’s hair as well. So these days there aren't really any colors ko doesn’t like.

Skills: Firefly is a heavy hitter that can wield both the large great fairy sword and a shield at the same time. Outside of combat, ko is a decent rancher and ko has a talent for musical instruments of all kinds.

Outfit/Design Notes: Firefly's armor is based exactly around the armor that the Hero's Shade wears in Twilight Princess. Ko even has. the helmet, though ko rarely wears it except when in combat.

Firefly's build is based on the 'strongest man', which means ko has a good deal of fat over extremely strong muscles. Pairing this with the fact that ko is quite tall means that Firefly can be quite the imposing figure.

Firefly has a number of scars from kor adventures as well as kor time in the royal guard. They're scattered across kor body, but none are really visible when ko is wearing kor armor. Firefly also has some markings from kor use of the Fierce Deity mask as much as ko did as a child. These marks include the fact that ko is blind in one eye as well as red marks on kor face that match those on the FD mask and some parts of kor hair have bleached white/white-blue. Ko avoids using the mask these days if ko can help it.

Other: Having been raised by and with genderless and sexless beings like kokiri and fairies Firefly didn't have any concept of gender until ko was in kor teens. Ko understands it now (logically at least), but feels no attachment to any gender. If truly asked about it ko would tell you that ko still uses the same pronouns that ko grew up with. The pronouns that meant 'kokiri' back in the forest (the other options being pronouns for fairy, Deku Tree, and outsiders). But honestly, Firefly couldn't care less about what pronouns people use for kir (though that's not to say that ko doesn't ever use gendered nouns and pronouns to confuse and/or prank people. Ko was raised by eternal children after all).

After Firefly's time in the War Across the Ages ko returned to hyrule and ended up training with and joining the royal guard. Ko stayed with them until kor late teenage years when ko moved to Lon Lon Ranch to live with kor fiance, Malon, and her father, Talon. Ko has lived there ever since, helping tend the animals and maintain the ranch as a whole. Ko only leaves if Sheik makes a request for kir help on something the prince doesn't think the soldiers can handle for some reason.

[eden-regained]

The "Creepypasta Cinematic Universe" Characters if you will would work uncannily well in a Changeling: the Lost campaign in both themes and overall tone. Cringe, I know, but hear me out.

Slenderman is one of the True Fae. His domain resembles deep, dark woods with a great mansion (albeit a disheveled one, don't judge him) in a clearing basked in eternal twilight. He takes highly vulnerable children and teenagers through the hedge to make them his sons and daughters, hoping they'll stay with him. His hospitality and kindess would be so warm and pleasant weren't it for the fact that he warps all of his victims with his Arcadian might to the point they're near unrecognizable for selfish reasons.

The number of titles Slenderman holds can be identified by the amount of shadowy tentacles that always seem to slip through no matter the for he takes on (his preferred embodiments are Actor and Realm). They are many for he is ancient, wise and thus; powerful.

His "Proxies" are split into the "Frontline" and the "Guard", both meant to aid him in his quest for power over lesser faeries. The Frontline are the warriors made for direct offense, they raid other keepers and their unfortunate Changelings all while generally scouting out the depths of Arcadia. The Guard is the defense, they shield their keeper directly, going on a "cleansing spree" when someone uninvited treads on mansion grounds, on top of that they maintain a more ordinary lifestyle with their captor.

Members of the Frontline:

-BEN (Darkling Seeming, Gravewight/Water-Dweller dual-Kith) may not look like a proficient fighter, and to be honest he really isn't, but he doesn't have to be. BEN is a spy and he ambushes unsuspecting Changelings by either lunging at them from convenient watery depths or by seeping into their domains with his ghost-like forms as if he were no more than a light breeze. BEN has never had a fetch made to replace him and with Slenderman telling him that his family just presumes him dead, he's not developed the desire to escape in any way, though that may change soon.

-Clockwork (Wizened Seeming, Soldier/Chirurgeon dual-Kith) is a jack of all trades; both a quick-witted blade wielder and pinpoint-accurate healer. She's cold and has a crippling obsession with time and counting to the point she removed one of her own eyes to replace it with a clock-face so she can hear every second echoing by within her skull. Lucky for her this affinity for timetelling makes her remember the world outside the hedge in bits and pieces until this nagging feeling of so much wasted time compells her to claw her way back out through the hedge, although she understandibly has no desire to reclaim her family life.

-Ticcy-Toby (Ogre Seeming, Stonebones Kith); dang, that kid sure can grind a gristle and he's not even a Gristlegrinder!! Toby was born without the capability of experiencing physical pain, a trait that Slenderman cranks up to 11 by giving him the ability to actually turn his skin to stone. When all else fails, BEN and Clockwork will just yeet him at the problem. What can I say, it's usually a rock solid plan. He's the second one to abandon Arcadia as he misses Clockwork, wondering where she possibly could've ran off to.

Members of the Guard:

-Jeff (Fairest Seeming, Flowering/Mirrorskin dual-Kith) already had little of his own identity back in the mortal realm. His parents truly adored him in their own twisted, deluded way, they wanted the whole wide world to marvel at his beauty. And so, he became a pageant boy (yes, I'm including my own AU bc I can!) and he had this oh so radiant smile plastered on his face all day, every day. Once Slenderman "saved" the poor kid, Jeff was so burned out he genuinely could no longer smile and he had those tired bags under his eyes. His new "father" wanted him to look happy. Very, very happy and thus he carved him a permanent smile, bleached the blemishes out of his skin and burnt his eyelids off, and no, the permanent flower crowns on his head do not make his scars any less heartwrenching to behold. But there's hope for Jeff. Liu, his younger brother, once promised him he'd find him no matter how hard the search, and that he'd rescue Jeff from anyone and anything. As a fae-touched human, Liu can do what most mortals can't; rescue the loved one he's lost to the True Fae.

-Smile Dog (Beast Seeming, Hunterheart/Antiquarian dual-Kith) is, to put it bluntly, shit outta luck. While all the other Proxies still somewhat resemble the human form in both body and mind, Smile Dog appears completely animal like, save for their offputting human teeth and, atleast for a pet, above average cognitive functions. The other kids know next to nothing about them; no age, no gender, no time of durance, though it is somewhat known that they're one of the first abductee Slenderman has acquired. Smile Dog's job is simple but delicate: watch over the dungeon library of old lore collected by the Fae over millenia.

(Overall, Slenderman always gave me those fairfolk vibes and I simply couldn't let this figment of my sleep-deprived imagination rest)

[everbright-mourning]

So my favorite anime of all time, the one I imprinted on when I was 6-7, is called Yoroiden Samurai Troopers - or in the English dub, Ronin Warriors.

It's not a good show. The animation is pretty sad even for 1988, you straight up don't learn anything about the characters' history in the show itself, and one of the OVAs features a purely made up 'Africa' and 'African' characters with white hair.

It is however compelling as hell, and a lot more about the show's choices make sense when you see it as the creators did. It's a sentai show based on supernatural kabuki samurai.

The dialogue is clunky and filled with speeches b/c our color coded heros have to show how cool they are to the 4 to 6 year old target audience. They get a transformation sequence every show b/c sentai have transformation sequences. The bad guys live in a Heian-ass ghost dimension b/c the seminal samurai origin epic is set then (the Genpei War.)

It's more or less distilled essence of kabuki theater with a 5 man 'soldier' team aimed at very small children, produced at the very end of the high-growth era.

The first season of the show had a very very basic storyline but became a huge hit, so they added a second series with a bit more in the way of character motivations. There was an avalanche of supplemental fan materials with stuff like character profiles, knckuding some very silly things like one of the heros having low blood pressure. There were 3 OVAs, which were in order, to short for the amount of plot, hella racist, and too long for the amount of plot.

I'm eternally bummed that this show is apparently such a product of it's era that they're never gonna take another crack at it with an actually planned 2 or 3 story arc, and maybe some slightly more mature storylines (like, for a 7 or 8 year old perhaps 😅)

Where's my Yoroiden Samurai Troopers: 9 Armours Tale?

ETA: THE TV SERIES IS ON CRUNCHYROLL! WATCH WITH YOUR SMALL CHILDREN AND ENJOY THE CHEESY MAGIC!

[abbeykitchenmouse]

Both Paws

   The mouse buck laid out his plain sword and pike, though the blade gleamed with a pacifist's soul and the pike was more of a spear in regards to any larger beast. He knelt before figurines of his ancestors and the idols of his gods, lighting incense with a wood scrap spill as he tried to clear his mind. His oldest daughter sat beside him and mimicked his motions, though she certainly seemed to have her mind elsewhere. Of course he wasn't her age so long ago that he'd forgotten what that was like.

   He took another breath, deeper and steadier than before as the world faded out and he found his center. He was with the gods now. The first of them was the Spouse of Many, depicted amongst the others as a full figured ungulate of rather indeterminate species and dimorphism. Typically carved from dark wood, most chose to see a deer with impossible antlers, whereupon rested countless little gods who were often unseen. They supposedly perched and hung there, nesting and supping on the many fruits of the Spouse's crown. 

   And holding the Spouse's hoof was the wolf, the First Wife and the Eternal Chase. It was she, always in pursuit of her first love, that turned the world and moved the skies. Shaped from clay, she held the necessary dichotomy that allowed the seeding of life like she held the Spouse's pelt betwixt her jaws and bone carved teeth. Depending on who you asked she could be a fox or a coyote. It wasn't uncommon for her to be depicted as a cat if it suited their purposes. The mouse had even seen her as a weasel once, just to muddy up the waters of interpretation.

   Finally the mouse's gaze settled upon the third major idol upon his den's altar, this one placed apart from the Spouse of Many and The First Wife. This one was made of unflinching stone, cracked and worn in the way only purposeful violence could manage. The god of mice and small folk whose pitted surface and winding cracks marked the never ending struggle of all beasts. Was he a rat? A mouse? A vole or a mole? Maybe a shrew? His tail was broken off at its base and the shaping was intentionally deceptive so it was difficult to tell in any case. 

   This was the mouse's own god and the god of many mice; the Gouged Consort. 

   The idol was always to be positioned such that it eschewed the protective brambles and boughs of The Spouse's winding, sprawling antler crown. He wore a look that invited both challenge and cruelty, but derided the pity of others. He held his sword aloft with both paws that all beasts, prey especially, might follow. He resisted, nay thrived despite wounds and indignities innumerable. It was he that gave his flesh to the other gods so that they might see the spring and in doing so permanently diminished himself. His pointed glare matched that of the Wife's, never to break away.

   They were three lovers in concert. The birth of all things, the inevitable end of all things, and the small things often unseen in the center.

   And yet, despite the prayers of the mouse buck at their feet, the gods and his ancestors did not speak to him. He knew they weren't omnipresent or omniscient, but looking upon them he couldn't help but feel left behind. Lost like a babe that had scurried away from their family at the market. Of course that was the lesson he always came back to; the only beast that could wield his sword and don his armor for him was himself.

   The weight of that reality was enough to make the pint sized warrior's ears droop and drive his whiskers to agitated twitching. He frowned at all the gods, seen and unseen, features creased in worry as he sheathed his blade once more and stood with the help of his trusty pike.

   A mouse had to hold their sword with both paws after all. The only way forward was to be as relentless as the world that arrayed itself against them.

I try to write rodents with more martial cultures that are often based on resistance, endurance and communal strength. They're not always soldiers or actual physical fighters, but they're very often warriors who scoff at being considered soft or cute. The smallest folk of the world have a deep generational trauma and a bloody history that propels them.

[doom-nerdo-666]

(Consider this post a follow up to the Doom Eternal expansion ideas post)

Something i forgot to mention in that "ideal DE expansions" post is if the other playable characters were Crash and Phobos.

Because they're technically Quake characters first but look like they were meant to expand the setting of Doom and Phobos was not only referenced in 2016 and Eternal, he even got his own Symbiote figure (Which was made as a variation of the Doomguy one).

But anyway, imagine if these characters had their own campaigns (Expansions, actual games, whatever) and even their own weapons and abilities etc.

Again, this post would be similar to the one i mentioned above but here's another thing: What if they were "classes"?

If Doom ever felt like copying Hexen, i could see that work (And with D2RPG having 2 other characters besides a Doomguy-ish kinda guy, it wouldn't be a first time... and then there's the Doom Bible).

Another thing is the lore because they could differ from a UAC ARC soldier and Sentinel warrior.

Would they be from Doomguy's original setting and also travel through dimensions?

Or would these be different versions of the characters we saw in Quake?

I'm also sure people recall interviews and news where Hugo Martin talks about a female Slayer and how he could play differently from the Doomguy.

[nym-wibbly]

How often did we see Cas truly scared like this across twelve seasons? Twice? Three times?

This episode is cute six ways from Sunday, and angsty as anything, so yay fanservice, but this was the scene that stuck in my head afterwards: Cas, former angel, warrior of God, abandoning Dean's side and supporting himself against the car because he's so afraid of what they're facing. He doesn't even know how to explain to Dean how bad it is. He doesn't even twig that he himself is a likely target, not even later when he's defending the baby, until it's spelled out to him that his own pain is a beacon. So this is Big Picture scared, not, "Crap, I'm in immediate danger!" scared. This is Cas fucking daunted by a situation without his powers to fall back on. It's horror.

I guess having a soldier backstory where your reality is, "And if you're ever REALLY badly hurt fighting the righteous fight for our Father's eternal glory, this special type of angel will show up on the battlefield and euthanise you by turning you instantly and painlessly into very messy scenery paint," ... yeah, that'd leave some mental scars you didn't know you had until it suddenly mattered.

Zoiks!

Dean and Cas in every moment of Heaven Can’t Wait –4/?

Supernatural 9x06//Heaven Can’t Wait

[leechblades]

@scumbag-the-hedgehog said: "...the Nocturnus Clan. A technophilic empire seeking to dominate the world for the sake of power in-of-itself. The way history seems to eternally repeats itself is farcical, isn't it?" The albino echidna closes his eyes and gently smiles at the grim observation. The presence of an echidna, someone other than the Guardian who seems to persist in every universe, has immediately attracted his attention. He knows the feeling is mutual: Finitevus can already tell his mere presence piques Shade's interest, and his familiarity with her background should only interest her more.

You would be correct about that, for better or for worse, Finitevus has the echidna warrior's attention. They're a bit stunned to speak, instinctual tension seizing her shoulders and hands tightening into fists. Another echidna, but not one of her own clan's. It'd be a relief to Shade if it weren't for the other millions of questions now barraging her mind. Hah. Is this how Knuckles felt when they first properly revealed themself to him?

" I.. You're.. " Amidst the ridged stuttering, strawberry blonde blinks, trying to recollect themself. What was that he said? A remark about the vices that plagued her imprisoned people.

" You know of us, " Finally, they manage to respond. The fact he was able to recognize her as a Nocturnus soldier told them that he's likely encountered their people before. " ...Who are you? "

[beananacake]

Savior (Part 6)

Ikaris x Reader

Summary: Ikaris has felt a him for millennia and he's never questioned it, until he found the source.

Chapter Summary: You learn the truth of their mission and you become haunted by your past.

Word Count: 4.6k words

Warnings: MAJOR MOVIE SPOILERS! (Anyone who hasn't watched the movie better not read this bc they're legit spoilies), r*pe and ab*se (but not too explicit), k*llings and d*ath, angst, SERIOUSLY THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER

A/N: Hey, everyone! I just want to thank all of you had given me kind words of encouragement. It's put me into a better mood than I did waking up. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to you guys but it's dark so I guess it doesn't really fit the bill of me being thankful? :/ Eitherway, this one is for you. Thank for all of those reading and keeping up with Savior. I love u guys so much, words don't do justice. I really love getting your feedback so reviews, comments, and suggestions are greatly appreciated. If you find this too chapter too dark, I won't mind it you closed this and skipped it. You can always talk to me whenever you want to, my msgs are open for all. That being said, I hope you enjoy Part 6 of Savior!

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | One Shot: Dear Diary

Everything Thena told you about Centauri-6 and the destruction of that world had been true. Sersi told everyone about what Arishem had told her and the silence of the group was almost too deafening.

The Eternals and the Deviants were made by one Celestial, Arishem.

The Deviants were brought to Earth to clear away the predators but along the way, they had become predators themselves.

The Eternals were sent to Earth to keep the Deviants from consuming the intelligent life that is humanity.

Over the years, the population had grown until it was deemed enough to start the Emergence of a new Celestial, Tiamut.

And in consequence of the event, the Earth will destruct and humanity will die.

Centauri-6 had been one of those planets. It had birthed a new Celestial. Every after mission, Arishem had cleared them of their memories to prepare them for a new world. Unfortunately—or was it fortunately?—Thena’s memories were not wiped properly and she remembered how she and the others had died so a new Celestial could be born.

From Sersi’s story, it wasn’t that they ended in death. They were put out of order. Because they were more automatons than anything; loyal soldiers for Arishem to use to further his agenda and the birth of his race. Their home planet of Olympia did not exist. Their memories were taken out of their minds after every mission for the Celestial to study. They were manufactured for one purpose only: they were merely vessels and nothing more.

You looked over at Ikaris, finding him with a stern look on his face. You reached out to him to touch his hand but he moved it away. You tried again and he only stood, putting as much distance as he can from you. You didn’t try to put a name to the feeling of how you heart broke but you knew what it was.

“How did you know, Y/N?” Gil asked you and you looked back at him. He looked grave now, more like a warrior thinking of a battle strategy. “How did you know to ask her about Centauri-6?”

You sat straight in your seat, tampering down the heartache. “There was pain and regret in her voice when she told us about it when I first met her. Confusion wouldn’t make you feel those emotions. She was remembering.”

The mood was still somber. Even your powers couldn’t alleviate everyone’s spirits because you had been surprised and hurt by the revelation as well.

“I’m sorry, Thena,” Gil said. “You had been warning us but we weren’t listening.” Thena only nodded at him.

“There must have been something wrong when Arishem tried to reset your memories.” Sprite said.

“What do you mean?” Kingo asked.

“Isn’t that what Mahd Wy’ry is? All this time, Thena was remembering all the other planets that we were sent to and everyone dying during the Emergence.” Sprite told everyone.

You sighed and looked at Ikaris. He stood by the door and was staring out at the open. You got up and made your way to him, touching his arm lightly. He started.

“It’s just me,” you told him and stood before him. “Tell me what’s on your mind, Ikaris.”

When he didn’t respond, you palmed his face and tilted his head down so you can better see him. “I’m your angel. I don’t just kick ass and take names. I’m told I’m a pretty good listener too.”

You watched his face. In a few short minutes, he had changed so much. Gone was the man who almost kissed you. In front of you now was the old Ikaris, rigid and robotic. It broke your heart to learn that he was actually more a robot than a man. He had been close to giving in to his emotions and that was enough reason for you to know that there was still hope for him. All of the Eternals in this house were one and the same and yet they had evolved to develop emotions. Ikaris should be given the chance to do the same.

He only looked at you before he brought a hand to your wrist and pulled your hand away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

You scoffed. “How ironic, don’t you think, for you to tell me that. I’m not an Eternal but I know how it feels to be lost and afraid.” You move to catch his eyes again. “I know you are. I’ve seen that look in your eyes. It’s in everyone’s here tonight. I’ve seen it on my face before too.”

“I’m not lost or afraid.” He told you. He stepped away from the jamb and back to the room.

“Then tell me still.” You insisted.

“We have to stop the Emergence,” Sersi said and you both turned to her.

“Sersi,” Kingo said with a sad sigh. “We have no right to stop the Emergence or the birth of a Celestial.”

“Maybe not stop,” she looked at the people around her. “Maybe we can delay it until we figure out how it can come of out the Earth without destroying it.”

“Can’t Druig control it’s mind? Maybe put it to sleep?” Gil said.

“Put it to sleep?” Sprite asked skeptically and with a hint of sarcasm. “Are you serious?”

“Gilgamesh asked Druig to put me to sleep once,” Thena remarked.

“So I can take a vacation to Fiji,” Gil told them with a smile in his voice. You smiled along.

“We’re talking about a Celestial!” Kingo exclaimed.

“We gonna have to try!” Sersi asked around, tone incredulous. “We’re not going to let everyone on Earth die, right?”

You looked at Ikaris again. “Remember what we talked about?” You took one of his hands in yours, letting your calm flow through him. “About your heart and feelings?”

You felt the callouses in his hand, rough against yours and remembered that each of them held a story of his life. He had always used his fists more than his heart. It was time he rested this and use the other.

He looked at you, his eyes hard. “Now’s not the time for sentiment, Y/N.”

“The world is ending, Ikaris. If we can’t stop them—”

“We? You’re not a part of this.” He told you harshly. “You don’t belong with us. You don’t belong anywhere.”

You pulled back from him, recoiling at his words. Your skin dimmed as your power died down. Cold crept up from behind you and you hugged yourself, stepping away from him.

He was right, you thought to yourself as you looked at the face of the man you had sworn to keep safe. I don’t belong with them or anywhere.

You swallowed and took a shuddering deep breath, standing tall despite feeling so, so small. “Well, sucks to be you because I choose to stay and fight.” You were proud of yourself for keeping it together despite breaking on the inside.

You walked back to the group and sat beside Gil, keeping yourself close to him. Gil put an arm across your shoulder and squeezed. You smiled at him gratefully. You were still cold from Ikaris’s rejection but you were somehow thawing with the warmth of the reception of your newfound family.

“We need to go, now.” Ikaris said from his spot by the door. “We’ll find the others. Once we’re together, we’ll decide what to do with the Emergence.”

The trip from Australia to Amazon was long. Your silence on the way made it longer. You didn’t even try to lift everyone’s spirits. They didn’t question you; they knew you weren’t one of them and you processed the information differently and deeply. You kept mostly to yourself; everyone else except for Ikaris attempted to talk to you and get you to eat but you always said no. You knew it didn’t escape from them that Ikaris was avoiding you too.

You were weary when you landed in the Amazon rainforest. It was the closest thing to the fabled Garden of Eden that you’ve ever seen but that didn’t assuage the pain of Ikaris’s words. You thought you had moved on from that kind of pain but you were wrong. You were so wrong.

Druig lived in a small village with people who were the most serene bunch you’ve ever seen. You knew they were mind-controlled because normal people would always find fault for something and fight. These people here were too peaceful that it was almost eerie. Living in the forest added to that creepy atmosphere.

You saw Sprite approach one of the villagers and spoke in their language, asking for Druig and telling them that they were friends from university. The voice that came out of the man was an entirely different language and accent.

“Hello, Sprite,” he said and you saw the way his eyes turned milky before going a solid white.

The doors to the biggest structure opened and out came Druig, looking smug and none too pleased at everyone. He only smirked at your group.

“I missed all of you,” he said wryly as he crossed his hands behind his back. “Please, make yourselves at home.”

One by one, you entered his barn, noting the lack of furniture. It looked almost like a church of sorts, wooden benches the only furnishing. It was lit with bright fluorescents and it looked too sterile and out of place for something to be in the middle of a rainforest.

Everyone took their own seats and you sat near the aisle and away from Druig. You weren’t scared of him. You knew how powerful he was with his power of controlling and reading minds. That didn’t deter you, though. You understood his cause. After all, he was demigod who held love for humanity and could only do so much.

Sersi began telling him of what she had been told by Arishem. You kept your power low, just enough for the others to feel calm whilst still having enough grasp of their emotions. You didn’t want Druig to think you were taking from him his hold over everyone.

“You gave me a lot of bad news in one go, milady,” Druig said as he looked at Sersi.

“Can you help us?” Sersi asked hopefully. Druig was about to answer when her phone began going off.

The mind-controller ignored her, walked around the place and regarded all of you. “Do you all remember this forest? Beautiful. It was the last place we all lived together. I’ve protected this people for twenty generations now, from the outside world and from themselves.”

He walked over to Karun and looked at him intently. “Your kind, my friend, you will be responsible for your own extinction one day. What do you think?”

Karun put down his camera, looking at Druig with all the respect he could muster. “I think we must all learn from our mistakes and do better, sir. You must not give up hope—”

You felt Druig’s power as you looked at Karun’s eyes turn white from being mind-controlled. He threw away the camera he was holding.

“Oh, no, you didn’t.” Kingo said as he stood toe to toe with Druig. “Okay, new rule. No more possessing people’s valets.”

“Where’s your sense of humor, Kingo?” Druig mocked.

“You’re not a god. You know that, right?” Kingo challenged.

“How ironic,” Druig drawled sarcastically. “Kingo, the movie star.”

Kingo raised a brow. “I’ve directed some movies, too.”

Druig only looked at Kingo before turning to you. “What do you have on your back?” he told you by way of greeting.

You stood to your full height, just a tad smaller than him and looked him in the eye. “Why don’t you feel them and see?”

You unfurled your wings, left wing gently reaching forward to touch his hand.

“An angel,” he said in his flat voice as he felt the lightness of your feather but you heard the awe in them. “Why are you with them?”

“I choose to stay and fight.” You told him.

“No. That’s not it.” He learned forward to you, locking eyes with yours. “Why are you here, sweet angel?”

And then you felt it. Dull probes in your mind as all the seven thousand years of your life came flashing before your eyes. It poked at the recesses of your brain, bringing out memories from your subconscious you spent centuries to bury.

You opened your eyes, looking at the wide blue before you. You didn’t know where you were or what you were but you knew you had to move because something was coming your way.

You sat up and pushed yourself against a tree. Your back didn’t immediately meet its bark because you were granted extra limbs. White, powerful, mighty wings jutted from your back. You knew what they were for even if it had been your first time seeing them.

You peeked from the tree, watching a being from afar. They didn’t look big enough to cause the rumbling that had you scurry for the tree but there were many of them. And they appeared to wearing leathers of a sort. You looked down on yourself and found that you were naked and knew you had to get some leathers so you can fully integrate with them. They didn’t have wings like yours, though, so you had to be careful.

You slowly made your way to their camp, grabbing the first piece of clothing you see and donning them behind a copse of trees. Your wings were intuitive as they did not interfere with the leathers you wore. They were both corporeal and incorporeal, however that worked.

There was a rumbling again and your reactions were instinctive because when the creature came at you, you held out a hand and out came a burst of your power. It shielded you from the monster and you drew your hand back to kick its face. It did not do much but you didn’t have to react twice because there was another flying being that shot beams of light at it. You took that opening to hide behind the copse of trees, watching as this man in a blue suit kill it.

Yes, the voice in your head said. It is him you will save.

Him. You looked at the man again, watching how he fought against it bravely. You have to save him.

Another memory was pulled from you. It was angrier this time.

The sound of the whip was nothing to the white-hot searing pain you felt across your back. You screamed as the crowd cheered, joyed at watching you in pain. Your hands grabbed on to the manacles that were slapped on your wrist and you hugged the wooden pillar as another blow landed on your back.

“You have no right to talk to the leaders! You are of no consequence!” cried the man who whipped your back.

Hot tears fell from your eyes as you were scourged before the public. Your only offense was standing up for the child who had been mistreated. You weren’t its mother or its family. You put yourself between the innocent child and the man, even going so far as instigating a fight so the child would not have the attention on it as you told it to be free. Instead, they had captured you and slapped the chains on your wrists, punishing you by whipping your back until you were sure your wings were fractured and your back bloodied and open.

“Know your place! You have no right to interfere!” cried the man as he landed more blows on your open back. “You do not belong with us!”

You cried out as you heard bone break.

More probing in your mind brought you to a different century, in a different place.

The air was cold and stagnant. They had stripped you of your clothes. The only food you had were the bowl of spoilt milk and days-old stale bread. You had been lured by a man who had asked for your help but instead had captured you for your wings.

“I would make a fortune off of you!” He said as he had other men undress you and lock you inside an unforgiving cage.

You had been there for weeks now. Dirtied and molested. People grabbed at you if they did not see your wings. Those who did tried plucking your feathers and drew blood when they pulled too hard. Most nights, the same man who took you would take you against your will, forcing himself on you because he was so enticed at the idea of bedding a pure being.

You huddled against the corner, looking at the stars through your only window. You found solace at dusk because no one would dare come out at night. It was the only time you found everything beautiful. The stars shone brightly and the world was quiet. It kept the monsters at bay.

“Y/N,” you heard a faint whisper.

You started, making yourself smaller and backing to the corner. You kept your feet away from the silvery moonlight that bled through the window.

“Y/N, it’s me,” the whisper said. A face pressed against the metal rods of your cage. It was the man’s daughter. You never got her name but she had always been curious of you.

“It’s time for you to leave,” she said.

“I have nowhere else to go,” you told her. There was no more hope in your voice.

“Anywhere is better than here, locked in this cage.” You heard keys jingling. The door to your cage opened. “Hurry before he comes for you.”

You stepped cautiously, watching for any sign of the man who had repeatedly abused you but found none. You only found his daughter and she was covered in dark bruises, from her face to her arms. Your heart called out to her and you took her hands.

“Did he do this to you?” you asked. Your violation, you could take. But his own daughter? The man did not deserve the riches that was coming to him because of you.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said as she wrapped her shawl around your bare shoulders. “You have to flee from this place. What he did to you is wrong. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”

“What will he do if knew you helped me escape?” You took the ends of the shawl and tied them firmly.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N,” she repeated as she closed the door. “Go! Now!”

Your head pained as another memory surfaced, this time feeling it more than just in your mind.

You held the head of the man you had just slain, watching as his blood drenched the floor you were standing on. His head in exchange for your freedom. It was a hard sacrifice for an angel like you but one you were willing to make. The man had no conscience, brooked no argument as he went on to abuse you and the others.

You had been residing in a plot of land in the forest, away from the rest of the world when he and his group came and took over your village. All of the women were captured and used and slaved away, the men forced to work hard labor for no compensation. The children… The children were slain because they had no purpose.

The habitants were blinded by their promise of a better life for the village but that was before they held the residents captive and all of their resources siphoned from them. They were heartless beings who took advantage of the generosity and hospitality of the people.

It had taken you days to convince yourself that slaying them was the only option. More of the people had been dying because of starvation and fatigue. The women had been passed from men to men. You had been in their situation before you wouldn’t wish it upon others and that had been enough for you to take a knife.

Your attacks were quiet and deadly with the knife and with your power, you shielded yourself from them. You were a sight to be beheld when you glowed in anger and your brilliant light shining brightly. Your light burned their eyes first and their skin. It was an easy way for them to go. You saved the best for last and that was the leader, letting out your divine brilliancy before you sliced his neck in one smooth motion. It detached quickly from his body and you just stood there, watching as how you had executed the men who raped your home.

You knew your heart should feel heavy but it did not. You only felt triumph because finally, their reign of terror ended. You walked out of the shack they were staying and stood before the people.

You rolled the detached head to the foot of the leader, throwing the knife beside it.

“I killed for all of you,” you said to everyone. “You are now free.”

One by one, they fell to their knees. Some had cried at the sight of you, coming over to kiss your bloodied hands. They never judged you for your actions, only thanked you in their language. It was only then when you realized you were a corrupted angel; a being who had taken lives of men for the sake of yourself and for many. You promised safety and yet you killed.

And in all of your long life, you finally cried.

Your heart lurched as a familiar face appeared in your consciousness.

“Are you from here?” the man asked as he approached you. He had a happy disposition, smiling easily at you but you didn’t smile back. You had been weary of people approaching you, considering how much you had endured in the past thousands of years.

“What is it to you?” you asked, staying away from him.

“I’ve seen you lurking around here and I thought you must be from here. Otherwise, I would have to call the officers.” he said.

“No officers,” you moved away from him.

His hand clamped on your wrist to stop you and you stiffened at the contact. It had been hundreds of years since you were touched by people. It still had the same effect on you, the trauma of the millennia never leaving you at all.

“I was joking.” He let go of your hand. “My name is Jack.”

You looked at him. “What do you want?” you asked flatly, one foot out and ready to flee.

“I want to help you. You don’t look like you’ve eaten anything for a while now.”

And it was true. It was harder to hunt for food with all the modernities of the world. You stayed away from people because they always wanted something from you. You had given them everything you had and they always took. No one gave you anything back.

“I have food at home. It’s better than the scraps you’re getting from the garbage.” He gestured to your hands that were holding your lunch and dinner. Stale bread and the remnants of chicken were the best ones you have had in the past month.

“What do you want from me? Do you want to see my wings? Do you want to pluck a feather or sell me to people?” you stepped closer to the mouth of the alley towards the street.

“I just want to help,” he said. His eyes were still on you throughout the time he spoke to you. “I am not a threat. I only promise you a hot meal and perhaps a bath and some clothes, if you want them.”

“How do I know you’re not a threat to me? You all say the same thing,” you said. Your stomach sounded. You wanted to get out of that alley but he was making it impossible.

“You can alarm the neighbors if I ever do anything untoward. I promise all I want is to help you.” He held out his hand to you. “I will keep the door open so you can flee from me any time you want.”

You regarded the scraps in your hands. You were an angel, an old angel who had done everything for the world even at the expense for your soul. Was it selfish to want something for yourself?

You touched his hand gingerly, putting the food waste back on the garbage. “Promise me you won’t hurt me,” you asked of him.

He took your hand and smiled at you. “I will never hurt you.”

“That’s enough,” Ikaris’s steely voice cut through your memory.

You blinked and looked back at Druig, who now looked at you with compassion and admiration. His thumb wiped a tear that you had not realized had fallen.

“Why do you choose to fight for them if all they did is hurt you?” he whispered and in the silence of the room, it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

There was softness in his voice and understanding in his eyes. He and you were one and the same in your love for humanity despite its ugliness and fault.

“Why do you choose to love the people if all they do is wage wars against each other?” you asked instead. You took a deep breath. “I love them because that is who I am. Despite the circumstances and the pain, I still love them because they deserve to be loved.”

“Even Jack—”

“Don’t speak of his name,” you said in a hard voice. “Don’t probe my head for more memories of him. I respect you, Druig, and I hope it goes both ways.”

He watched you carefully and he nodded. “I respect you as well, Y/N. Perhaps more than these people I call family.” His thumb swiped another tear from your eye. “I will never hurt you. You have my word.”

He was suddenly yanked aside by an angry looking Ikaris, pushing his cousin away from you.

“I said, that’s enough.” Ikaris told him again.

You swallowed and touched Ikaris’s arm, willing more of your powers to him. The touch sent a shiver throughout your body and the memory of your almost kiss resurfaced. You pulled away when you saw the tension leave his shoulder, but not before you saw that he reacted to your touch—not your power—as well.

“Interesting,” Druig said as he looked at his cousin. “Very interesting, Ikaris.”

“You’ve played with her head—”

“Must be heartbreaking to find out you’re not mother’s favorite?” he taunted.

“I’m sure she’d be real proud of you,” Ikaris drawled mockingly.

“Druig, this is serious,” Sersi said as she stood from the front of the barn, facing the men.

You sat back on your bench, quiet and listening to them. Your hands shook from the weight of the memories but you held strong. The others were weak from their knowledge. They needed you to keep them together.

“I’ll tell you what’s serious,” Druig walked over to Sersi and stood toe to toe with her. “I was told I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the past seven thousand years, that my entire existence is a lie. So, excuse me for not giving a shit about your plan right now.”

He walked to the door but he stopped beside you. “Walk with me, Y/N.”

“She stays.” Ikaris said. His tone was uncompromising, like the leader he was.

You stood and looked at Ikaris, willing your face to be impassive. “I’m not going away from you. I promised to help you fight the Emergence, didn’t I? Even if I don’t belong with you?”

Druig inclined his head towards the door and with one last look at Ikaris, you turned to go.

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Fic Masterlist!

Hey guys! This... hasn't been updated in a bit, sorry. I'll try to get on that soon, but in the meantime, here! I've written a litany of fics (many of them Warriors-centric) and there's links in here! (There's not really a rhyme or reason to how these are organized, but they're here!)

Suspended Grieving:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34855603

My first fic! Also the one where Talon is a great dad and Legend needs hugs.

The Ranchhouse AU series:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2603482

The Ranchhouse AU! (Just linking the entire series here.)

Featuring: family, suspense, Legend being a bunny magnet, frying pans, Time making a big mistake, and Christmas shenanigans. Also death once you get to the main fic (but only one).

Storm Song:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35130904

A music fic with my OC!

The City of Light and Dark:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2911206

The 1980’s ish- while-also-being-mixed-with-LOZ-AU! Aka, never listen to the Tangled soundtrack while thinking about Aladdin and being into LU and Newsies. Featuring Warriors being Rapunzel, Twi and Blue being Newsies, Time and Malon being fantastic as always, and Legend being a softy.

The Winged Warrior:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2808565

Wars has wings because of Cia. Of course, he doesn’t want anyone to know about them. This leads to all sorts of problems…

Traitor:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36645646

Wars has problems with traitors… so then what happens when he thinks that he is one? (Aka, Wars needs a hug.)

Masks and Ash:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37395742

Genderswapped Cinderella AU, ft. Time as Cinderella (Aka Mask) and Malon as the Princess, Wind being an awesome younger brother, and Wars being the eternally exhausted older brother.

Legend of the Song of Storms:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37777522

(One of my favorite stories!) Modern AU, Time and Wars as biological brothers, and their story as told through the times Time told the Legend of the Song of Storms.

Protection of the Woods:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37816828

Sadness. So much sadness. But also Dad Time!! You should definitely read it while listening to the recommended song for the right mood.

When A Warrior Needs Time:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2897478

My most popular series!! Ft. Lots of Dad Time, Warriors getting hugs, the rest of the Chain being protective , Time being a gremlin, and Mama Malon.

Freed:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39452202

A continuation of @bokettochild ‘s Bottled! The aftermath of Hyrule getting freed, Warriors blaming himself, and hugs.

Wars and the Great Fairy Kidnapping:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39015906/chapters/97593510

Warriors gets kidnapped by a Great Fairy. There’s lots of angst.

A Soldier’s Mask:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40218765

A trope swap where Wars may be a knight, but he doesn’t like it because of the knights of his world. (Read the tags on this guy!!! I don’t want anyone getting hurt.)

A Simple Touch:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40335648

Fluff!! Warriors getting hugs, and Legend being a softy.

Eyes Wide, Cold and Numb:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40445358

Hypothermia fic! Hypothermia fic! Hypothermia fic!

Help Required:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39673845/chapters/99321237

Warriors has a problem with asking for help. The others are here to help!!

Brothers in Arms:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40597032/chapters/101713254

A three part fic with my favorite whump tropes! Also my favorite bro trio!

Star Wars Fics:

From Bahryn to Yavin:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40445781

A look at Kallus’s arc, from Bahryn to Yavin 4.

[silvermistanimelover]

He basically becomes her parent in everything but blood and when the chain is talking asking about his Zelda he tells them she's his daughter

They're staring at him and asking "Aren't you 17,"

And he's just like "No???"

I'm definitely going to juice the immortality for angst until the end of my days. Thinking about having him trapped for 100 years instead of dead and in the shrine.

I feel like he'd act more like a soldier, but just become the Ultimate Mom Friend. He'd 100% team up with Hyrule to make sure people aren't hiding injuries.

This ended up being longer than I thought I would be, sorry

So... you wanted a little snip? Wrote this up in about half an hour so sorry about the quality. It’s a tad rushed, but I had fun with it. :)

Wild grinned when he saw the Sheikah Towers in the distance. “Guys, this is my Hyrule.” 

“Really?” Sky’s eyes lit up with intrigue. None of them had been to Wild’s Hyrule before. Considering the fact that their resident feral child had been literally dropped on top of them in the middle of a battle, it was no wonder they were intrigued.

Wild smirked. “Yeah. Come on, we’re close to Hateno.”

“You know...” Twilight hummed as they walked through the woods. “You told us about the Calamity and everything, but I’ve never heard you talk about your Zelda... Flora was it?”

“Yeah.” If possible, Wild’s grin widened. “She’s incredible! She held back Ganon all by herself for a hundred years, you know?” He gazed at the clouds as he remembered those hundred years where his spirit was forced to wander without a body. A century of being trapped as nothing more than a ghost, unable to reach out to those who needed him... It was honestly a massive relief when the Shrine finished healing his body. Scarred though it was, he would be eternally grateful. “I used to be her knight, before the kingdom fell.”

“W-wait... she’s over a hundred years old?!” Warriors balked, missing a step and nearly falling flat on his face. Legend chuckled in amusement.

“Well, we don’t actually count that since she wasn’t really awake. Her powers put her in a dormant state while she trapped the Calamity—it’s why she never aged. She’s still only seventeen.”

“So.” Warriors smirked. “You seem awfully proud of Flora. Do you like her?” 

Wild blinked at Warriors uncomprehendingly for a moment. “Of course I like her.” He stated slowly. “She’s my daughter.”

The entire chain froze in their tracks, staring at Wild like he’d suddenly grown a tail and proclaimed himself Ganon’s son. “You... your daughter.” Time affirmed.

“Yeah. Obviously she’s not my biological daughter, but she was so frightened after she realized how long it’d been...” Wild ran a hand through his hair, idly straightening his ponytail while he was at it. Just because he wasn’t a knight anymore didn’t mean he couldn’t still look presentable.

“But... you’re the same age as her, right?” Wind frowned. “Aren’t you also seventeen?”

Wild snorted, amused at the thought. “I appreciate the compliment, but no. I’m a hundred and seventeen. I was sort of stuck as a ghost for a bit, but I assure you I’m far older than you.”

“Wait, you’re older than Time?!” Wind blurted out in shock.

“I mean, it does make sense.” Hyrule shrugged, recalling how Wild always helped point out when someone was hiding injuries. “I’ve always pegged you as the ‘mom friend’ of the group.” 

Wild hummed as the group started moving again. “I suppose I do give off that vibe at times.”

“So you went from knight to mom.” Legend gave Wild a deadpanned look. “How the hell did that happen?” 

Wild tilted his head as he thought. “I just sort of... did.” He decided. “After defeating the Calamity, I helped her adjust. Since I own a house in Hateno, I let her move in with me, and started teaching her stuff that she’d need to know in this new world. How to hunt, how to camp, how to fight... Before we knew it, we’d just slipped into the roles. She’d never really had a father, and I obviously never had a kid.” He smirked lightly as he recalled a specific memory. “There was this one time when I was showing her how to gut a fish and cook it that she reflexively called me ‘dad’. I’ve never seen her face turn so red before, but I told her it was fine to think of me that way, and it’s just stuck.”

The group was still absorbing how strange the situation was as they crossed the threshold into Hateno. Wild’s eyes roamed the people that went about their day, nodding his hello to each person who greeted him.

“Dad!” A cry came from the bridge to their right as a blur of gold and blue slammed into their resident archer.

Wild laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, spinning her about. When the movement stopped, the Chain could finally get their first look at Flora—Wild’s daughter.

“Dad, where’ve you been!? You just dropped off the map for three months!” Flora buried her face into his tunic, and Wild held her a tad closer.

“I’m sorry, my little flower.” He whispered softly. He could feel the wet spot growing on his shoulder from her tears. “Hylia decided I needed to go on another journey. Don’t cry, I’m still here.” He gently wiped away her tears as she pulled away, getting a look at his traveling companions for the first time. 

“Oh... who are you?” She blinked owlishly, subconsciously straightening her outfit as she observed them.

Wild hid a smirk. “Zel... let me introduce you to the Heroes of Old.” Her eyes widened as he spoke.

“W-wait. You don’t mean to tell me...”

“That’s the Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight—”

“Link, you—?!” Zelda whipped around. “You’ve been traveling through time?!”

“And dimensions. Don’t worry, I have plenty of pictures and research notes for you.” He assured her.

Wild nearly fell over when she tackled him in another hug. “Best. Dad. Ever.”