#nothing will ever be the shock of finding out there was a FUCKING DRAGON in cumbia ninja

[almayver]

Ah. Ah bueno. Cumbia ninja type of shit okay

[lis-likes-fics]

The Dragon's Wife

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x bride!Reader Word Count: 4k words Kink: Breeding Warnings: NSFW, noncon, dark content, fingering, p in v, slight cum eating, first time, humiliation, crying kink, biting, multiple force orgasms, forced breeding, creampie, A/N: Happy Kinktober, everyone! I think this may be the darkest thing I've ever written, in terms of this is my first noncon. If you catch any warning I missed, please let me know. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this and the rest of my prompts for kinktober! Find the main masterlist here. Also A/N: I had to respost this shit twice but Tumblr fucking sucks and is hiding it. I hate this website sometimes... Enjoy!

The large doors of Daemon's bed chambers shut behind you with a damning thud. Still wrapped in your wedding gown, the events of the night were still very fresh in your mind.

You were angry, outraged by the dishonor done upon you. Like some broodmare, your father gave you away to the Targaryen prince in need of a new wife after the last had passed "suspiciously".

It was humiliating, to say the least. You had produced no heirs for your house and "talked too much for your own good". Your father jumped at the chance to have this brute of a prince tame you. Perhaps you would be a "respectable lady".

But you would give neither of them the satisfaction.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at the door all night?" Daemon's voice spoke behind you, exhausted by you already.

You sighed. "Better than looking at you, dear husband."

You could hear his footsteps against the hard floors as he stepped closer to you. "Someone ought to teach you some respect."

You turned to face him so he could see the way you rolled your eyes. "Apparently, that's meant to be your job…seeing that I am now wed to you."

He gave you a hard look, his gaze dark and dangerous as his eyes rake up and down your body. A long silence filled the space between you as you stared one another down.

"Come here," he commanded, his tone stern but his voice quiet. yet

"No."

He tilted his head and a wicked smile took over his face. Amusement lit up within his eyes as a new goal took over him. He took a couple more steps toward you, stalking closer like some predator to its prey as he sized you up.

"Perhaps I will teach you some respect."

A chill ran down your spine, but you refused to stand down as you glared at him. He stood before you, raising a hand to touch your cheek. You smacked it away. "Don't touch me."

He breathed a laugh, looking you up and down. You moved to take a step back, to put more space between the two of you as an unsettling feeling settled into your skin.

But before you could lift your foot, his hand was wrapping firmly around your throat and pulling you close to him. You gasped out of shock, bringing your hands up to his own to pry it off of you as you stared wide-eyed at him.

"Such strong will you've got," he said, sighing deeply. "I wonder how easy it would be to break it." Your breath was shallow as you clenched your jaw. He hummed, moving his hand up in a harsh trail to your jaw, where his thumb and fingers dug into your flesh and made you hiss from the pain. "Your job is to produce my heirs, little cat, nothing more. You will do as I say."

You huffed. "I am not a whore."

"No," he said. "But you are my wife now…and you will breed if I say you will."

"I will not."

He laughed, a loud one deep in his chest as he pulled you closer by your neck. You were trembling in his grasp, the stubbornness turning to fear as his eyes trailed your face and stopped at your lips.

"You don't have a choice."

He shoved you away, and you stumbled to the ground. You stood quickly, trying to put more distance between you. But you had nowhere to go. You watched as he slowly advanced.

He backed you against the large table in his chambers, the wood digging uncomfortably into your back. He trapped you, grabbing roughly at your waist and regarding you with a primal grin.

"Wait," you begged, leaning back as you grabbed the table for support. "Wait, please. I'm sorry." He pulled back slightly, looking over you as he took in this new sense of fright. You swallowed thickly, staring at him as you trembled, tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. You sighed shakily. "Please don't."

You received no sympathy as a wolfish grin took his face. "Look at you," he teased, laughing again as his hand found your neck again. "Not as strong as I thought then."

His lips crashed down upon yours, a bruising kiss that had lips mashing with teeth, breaking skin and filling your mouth with the taste of blood. You tried to push him away, grabbing at his arms and peeling them off you only for him to grab you again in a rougher grip than before.

You whined against his lips, still trying and failing to push him away from you. He lifted your chin, his hot breath enveloping your neck as he bared his teeth, burying them in your throat and making you yelp.

You grabbed at his hand uselessly. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made your blood pump furiously beneath your skin. Desperate to remove him from you, you managed to shove him away with your foot. He stumbled backwards. You took no time to catch your breath as you turned to run. You didn't know where you were going, but you ran.

Daemon watched with an amused smirk, wiping his mouth and advancing toward you again. You hardly got far before his hand was hooking around your neck and pulling you right back against him, your back flush against his front as his hot mouth and breath lingered at your ear.

"I stand corrected," he purred, biting your earlobe.

You shuddered under his grasp. "Please," he watched a tear slip down your cheek. "Don't hurt me."

"Oh," he breathed, pressing his lips against the crook of your shoulder and savoring the way you closed your eyes and whined. "Where's the fun in that?"

He held your body against his own with a tight grasp around you, his arms wrapped around your body and over your arms as his hands roamed your figure hungrily.

It all happened so fast. And he was so uninterested before, you admit, you had become a little cocky with your words the more comfortable you became with your detest for him. You never expected anything like this to happen—although you probably should have.

His hands found the neckline of your dress, and with a monstrous tear, he ripped it down the middle until it pooled in rags around you. He removed each layer from you like some beast tearing the flesh from a quivering animal with its sharpened tooth.

And when you were bare, another rush of adrenaline filled your veins and built another fight in you, a fire that would soon be overcome by a larger, more furious one.

"Daemon, stop!" you shouted in false bravado, kicking your feet to get him away, only to feed his hunger for this enticing hunt you created.

His large hand groped your breast, and you clenched your eyes shut at the sensation of it. You were trapped, and you couldn't do anything about it as he walked you to the table and shoved you to lay on it. Your cheek pressed against the wood, and you could almost swear you felt splinters poking at your skin. But the wood was so smooth, you could have been imagining it.

He bent down, confining you once more as his lips and tongue and teeth clashed with the skin of the back of your neck, your shoulder, your back. He licked and sucked and bit until you were sure you'd be covered in bruises, the marks of his claim coloring your skin red and purple by morning.

"You taste magnificent, little cat," he purred before biting your earlobe once more. A cold tear ran down your cheek as you shuddered, and a dark chuckle slipped from his chest. "Such beautiful tears you've got. Like crystals."

You yelped as his hand smacked down on your ass, gripping the flesh immediately after in a vice grip that burned.

Your whole body jerked when you felt his fingers press between your thighs to feel your cunt, baring your teeth and biting back another whimper. "Oh, that's no good," he remorsed, acknowledging the lack of slickness between your thighs as his crude fingers continued to feel you. "We'll just have to fix that. You do not want to take this dry, I'll tell you that. Especially not when you're this tight. You've needed a good fucking, haven't you, little cat?"

You could hear the smirk on his voice, and it made your skin prickle, a chill running down your spine that soured and turned to fire in your belly when he shoved two fingers inside of you. You clenched around him and tried to hide your face away on the table.

"Daemon, please," you begged. "Please, please, please."

He thrust them deeper, exploring more of you as he listened to your stifled moans and cries. "I know, little thing. You don't want my fingers inside of you… you want my cock, don't you?"

You shivered as another cry shook you at that. He continued, "You do. I can see it. You want my hard cock inside of you, you need it." He shoved his fingers in deeper, adding a third that curled harshly inside you and allowed waves of arousal to coat his fingers. "You need my thick cock in your tight little cunt to fill you with my dragonborn sons and daughters."

He kept thrusting, his pace picking up faster and harder as he set a cruel rhythm. You couldn't help clenching around him, opposing the invasion as the searing pleasure tore through your body.

"You were so confident," he said, his voice suddenly right next to your ear, "until I got my hands on you. You were just begging for someone to put you in your place."

You gripped the edge of the table, wanting nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear, let the Stranger take you away from this cruel world and deliver you to sleep.

"Look at you," he snickered, pulling his hand from you with a sickening squelch. "Wetting my hands like a common whore. Perhaps you needed this more than I realized."

Your legs trembled, and you wrapped your arms around your head to cover your face, to hide away from him. You startled when you felt his hand reach out and comb through your hair, starting from the beginning of your scalp and working his way back until he suddenly gripped a handful of your hair at the base and pulled. He made you look at him, you closed your eyes and whimpered at the pain.

"Open your eyes," he said calmly, staring at your face as you refused. His grip in your hair tightened as his voice lowered to a dangerous register as he nearly growled. "Open your eyes, little cat."

You followed his orders, afraid of the consequences otherwise. He watched another tear join the rest of them streaked along your cheeks, your eyes wet and pathetic as he fed off your misery. "Well, you needn't worry," he whispered, faux sympathy poisoning his tone. "I'll fuck you like you need to be fucked."

He yanked at your hair again, pulling you up to stand and ignoring the way you cried at the pain. He led you to the bed, letting you go with a small shove so you stood in front of it. He gestured to the bed. "On your knees."

You stood frozen, covering your body as you hung your head. You were shaking. He didn't care.

"On your knees."

You bit your trembling lip, moving slowly as you set your knee on the edge of the bed and slowly moving forward until you were sitting as he told you: on your knees, humiliated and cold.

He pressed his hand to your back, and the rest of his body followed to hold you as he harshly kissed the back of your shoulder again, more teeth than lips. Then he pushed you forward so you held yourself on your hands.

"Look at you," he remarked again, another chuckle echoing in his chest. "I shall make a bride of you yet."

You listened to him strip, taking his sweet time to remove every piece of clothing he had from his body and let it drop to the floor like sacks. You waited, hating the suspense. And you flinched when his hand found your dripping cunt, slipping through your lips and leaving just as quick.

There was a quite suckling sound, and then he spoke again. "Mm, you should taste yourself. Such sweet nectar."

His fingers prodded at your lips, you sealed them closed as you tried to move your face away, but he wasn't having it. He smeared your slickness all over your lips and down your chin and cupped your jaw with his cruel fingers. "Taste it."

You let out a choked sob as you slowly opened your mouth. His fingers invaded your mouth the same way they did your pussy, thrusting harshly in and out between your lips as you tasted yourself on them. You breathed heavily around his fingers as he pushed down on your tongue, spread them apart to make your tongue lick between them, adamant on making you lick every drop of your arousal off of his hand.

He finally removed his hand, and you could breathe again as you hung your head and gasped. You felt your blood run cold at the sound of wet skin on skin, a steady shlick making you clench, rejecting what you knew was coming, what you knew you couldn't fight.

You expected him to say something, to whisper in your ear to make you shiver, to taunt you as he fed off your humiliation and loathing.

Without warning, he shoved his cock into you, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust. It was much worse than if he had warned you beforehand. You'd found safety in his predictability, his need to tease you gave warning to what he intended to do when he intended to do it. He'd taken even that from you.

He groaned as he settled deeply within you. "Ondoso se gods…" he muttered under his breath, taking your hips and pulling you back as he ground inside of you. "Now I know why you were so eager," he breathed. "This is a virgin's cunt."

You gripped the sheets of the bed and clenched, wanting to force him out but unable to. He was bigger than you, faster than you, stronger than you. He was carved by war, bled and seasoned by it. If you thought there was a chance you won this fight, you were dumber than he thought.

He pulled out of you, an agonizingly slow drag that emptied you out until he suddenly thrust back in with a harsh thrust. The pleasure burned. As his patience began to wear thin, he was rid of all his slow, tempered thrust and resolved to piston inside of you like a hungry beast.

His hips snapped into your ass with every thrust, in and out was his fast rhythm that split you apart on his cock. You gripped the sheets and squeezed his cock and cried as the ecstasy of his intrusion tore you apart.

You whimpered and moaned, unable to help the way your sobs left you as he grunted and groaned about how good he must be making you feel.

His hand snaked around your waist and between your thighs to find your clit, and he pressed down harshly as he moved to make you cum. The pleasure spasmed when he touched you and you hated it.

His relentless thrusts ached as he built you up. When you came, your whole body shattered and you cried out, your arms giving out as you fell forward into the bed and muffled your sob. Your thighs shook and it took far too long for the shocks of pleasure to simmer. You hated yourself for letting it feel so good.

A hand cracked down on your ass once more as he pulled you close again by the waist. "You fucking loved that, I could tell," he breathed. "You clenched around me so tight. Even now your cunt is sucking me in."

You pulled weakly at the bedsheets. "Daemon, please…"

"So sweet… begging for me like some cock-drunk whore," he smiled. "Oh, my little cat… I'm going to fuck my cum so deep inside of you, you'll feel me dripping out of you for days."

He pulled out of you, and you let out a breath. In the same breath, he flipped you onto your back and spread your legs wide with his calloused hands. You fought to close them, but to no avail—not to your surprise.

He spread you open and sunk into you once more, grasping your jaw with his hand shaped into claws as he made you look at him. He thrust into you, deep and fast, his breath almost like a groan in his chest. "Look at me," he ordered. You obeyed, albeit hesitantly, on the first command.

"Such obedience," he praised. "You love it when I fuck you like this? When I force open your legs and take what is mine?" You wanted to shake your head and throw your hands and shove him off, but you were trapped and already broken in enough. His free hand grabbed at your thigh and clawed into your flesh, tearing you apart like he was doing to you now.

"Of course, you do. I know you do," he continued. His hips continued to snap into yours, shoving deeper and rougher into you in a way that made it hard to contain moans that came from the sick pleasure curling within you, burning in your belly and fueling the tears in your eyes. But you were quieter than before, your sobs realizing they were getting you nowhere and accepting that this would be your life now. You could do nothing but lay there and take it as he fucked you, taking his pleasure from you like he would the spoils of war.

And he lasted too long. He held you down and kissed and bit and sucked and clawed at your flesh. He taunted and teased you, made you cum at least twice more with his insistent fingers as the pleasure seared in your belly like a corrosive flame ruining you from the inside out. You winced and whimpered and could do no more.

You didn't know how long you were there. It felt like forever, his relentless thrusts becoming numb to your sore body as you let him use you.

He sat up, pulling you into his lap as he fucked you in a newer, deeper angle. "I'm going to breed you now," he smirked, his strong hands keeping you close as he impaled you on his cock with a new determination. His white hair had fallen messily in his eyes by now, his lips pink and his eyes blown wide with lust.

"Would you like that? Would you like me to plant my seed in your quivering little cunt and make you an heir?" You stared up at him, your eyes tired as you watched him taunt you. Apparently, the question had not been rhetorical as his hand grips your jaw again and sets your head straight. "Answer me, little cat."

A war went off in your mind. If you said no, he'd likely to subject you to more horror, drag out the moment longer than he needed just to make you endure this torture a little while longer. If you came again, the shame would be so thick and so deep, you likely would not survive it.

But if you agreed to him, you would be admitting defeat. You would officially be his little plaything for him to use whenever he felt a little too pent up one moment or bored the next.

But another moment of this would bring more emotional turmoil than you have the heart for right now…

"Well?" he wondered, grinding his hips deep within you as he continued to claw your face, barely holding on enough as his head bowed with his thrusts. You whispered, but he just tilted his head to listen closer to your barely audible voice. "What?"

"Yes…" you whispered.

"Yes, what? What would you like, little cat?" he smiled wide, triumphant in his ability to break you so easily.

You swallowed thickly, your saliva like syrup at the embarrassment. "Yes, Prince Daemon… I want," a new, tiny sob choked out of you as the words stuck in your throat, "I want you to…to breed me."

The pride shone in his gaze like the sun, harsh and bright. "That's a very good girl, you are. I'm so very proud of you," he said as he kissed you roughly again. His hips began to snap harder into your once more, and you felt the unsteadiness of the rhythm, the desperation of the chase for his release hot in your belly.

And when he came, he pulled you down by his hips and pushed so deeply inside of you, it hurt. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, reaching his peak with a roar as he spilled his hot, fiery cum inside of your cunt and fucked it in to stay. You mewled and grabbed uncomfortably at his arms as you lay through the whole ordeal, hating his grabby hands and his thick, pulsing cock and his depraved sounds above you. The warmth filled you like tar.

He cursed under his breath in a language foreign to you. After grinding his hips for longer than he needed, he finally pulled out of you and put an end to your misery. You sighed in relief, laying back as he sat up and removed his heavy weight from your body.

He stared down at you, completely flustered and spent but well enough to tease some more. "Look at you," he shook his head. "Pathetic whore hungry for my cock."

You didn't look at him, turning your head to the side and laying there as he kept your legs open with his body between yours. He chuckled deep in his throat and smacked your side, earning little more than a near silent yelp.

You flinched when his hand found your cunt again, this time filled and smeared with both your cum and his. His long middle finger shoved inside of you and then back inside. With no warning, he placed his hand at your mouth. Another fight kicked through your veins, though noticeably less fueled than the last.

"Ah-ah," he tutted. "Open your mouth and see how well we taste together, little cat. If you don't, I have other things I can do with that little mouth of yours."

His threat was clear as day as you obeyed. Cracking your mouth open, he smeared your mixed release over your lips again and finally delved into your mouth to make you lick every single drop from his fingers. It was salty and sweet, and you hated it.

"Such a good, pathetic little girl, you are." He pulled his fingers from your mouth and sighed longingly. "Was that so hard?"

He shoved you off his lap, discarding you like trash as he stood to tidy himself once more. And once he finished, he blew out the remaining candles in the room and spared you not a single glance and not a single word more. He rolled over on the bed beside you and eased himself to sleep.

You lay there, staring at the sealing as the soreness in your limbs spread deeper and deeper until it reached your very soul. A heaviness took you, weighed down your heart until you were naught but a body on a bed next to a dark prince. A numbness ate away at your toes, at your fingertips, until the even numbness disappeared and was replaced by a terrible grief when the thoughts of the night flashed behind your eyes like a terrible dream.

And you began to sob. Softly, as not to wake Daemon and invoke him into another frenzy, you cried and hated the way it did not cleanse your soul. You belonged to him, his little wife, his little cat to prey on. You were just a dragon's whore now. Nothing more, nothing less.

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[trinittyy]

fic recs

just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.

note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.

divider by @firefly-graphics

toxic affection - @love-toxin

warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship

pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader

literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr

but this was one of the first I found and it's epic

what's your escape - @gotnofucks

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con

pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader

the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader

she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way

infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist

warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con

pairing: dark!clark kent x reader

poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man

sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.

naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18

warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con

pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader

guilty pleasure series

hate to love ransom but I can't help it

what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside

warnings: dub-con, character death

pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader

royal au

love me a good jealous steve

plot twist shocked the shit outta me

smut was out of this fucking world

love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist

warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con

pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader

modern vampire au (what's not to love there)

this actually made me cry like a bitch

ongoing series

sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.

kryptonite - @cherienymphe

warnings: non-con, obsession

pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader

the build-up and tension gave me actual chills

trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine

warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap

pairing: wayne munson x reader

guilty pleasure fic

absolute filthy smut

wrath of the dragon - @straywords

warnings: non-con, chasing

pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader

yet another down bad man

overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior

pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader

there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues

anxious - @syntheticavenger

warnings: stalking, kidnapping

pairing: dark!peter parker x reader

tasm peter

cutest in a way lol little fic

the dream that got away - @dotieeee

there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one

warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession

pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera

probably the first dark fic about morpheus

each chapter was a masterpiece

and i still haven't seen the show lol

thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger

warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage

pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader

a funny little unhinged lloyd fic

rsvp - @syntheticavenger

warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)

sequel to the fic listed above

lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering

[ashblooddragons]

This Mysterious Love (Chapter 1/?)

Series Masterlist

Daemons pov

I grip Mysaria's hips as I fuck her from behind, I try to think of anything but her. I'm about to feel the bliss of release when her face enters my mind. I abruptly stop my thrusts pulling out of my paramount and walking away to see the people of the streets. I slip a blanket over my shoulders fighting the chill that reaches my sweaty skin.

“What ails you my prince?” Mysaria says walking over to me. 

I say nothing as I know what she believes is ailing me. My brother's babe, if the thing is a boy I would rejoice with the rest of the court for my brother has wanted this for years. All I want is for him to be happy, and if that means having a son so be it. 

“The King can not replace you, my Prince. You are the Rogue Prince, rider of Caraxes. He would be a fool to replace you.” She says stroking my hair back comfortingly. 

Ah there it is. I think dryly. Can I truly not be seen as a man who wants the happiness of his family? Or must I always be questioned about the love I feel for my family? 

I see she is getting desperate to please me, she knows being my favorite whore gives her many benefits and much power in establishments like this one. 

“Perhaps I bring you a whore with silver hair? I can make sure she's a maiden as well.” She says and finally has my attention.

“No, bring me one with auburn hair and brown eyes, make sure she's a maiden.” I say in the tone I know makes even men tremble let alone a woman of low standing. 

She seems shocked but nods none the less walking away to grab her sheer shift slipping it on and leaving me to this piss poor wine and the sounds of people cheering and dogs fighting. 

Maybe if I fuck one that looks like you, Little Hightower, you'll finally evade my mind. I think hopefully, for why would I ever want a Hightower, let alone Otto's daughter? I can't want her, I don't want her.

Alicent's pov

I can't believe I actually wore the neck the Prince gave me. As I was getting ready for the tourney a maid knocked on my door and only handed me a sealed note before leaving. Upon opening it I quickly found the Prince's writing stating. 

Wear the necklace I gave you, Little Hightower, if you wish for me to take your favor as my own. D

I spent the next hour picking which dress matched the necklace best. I kept telling myself he demanded it of me, but I knew that was a lie. I wanted him to ask for my favor, I wanted to know we had a scent agreement, I wanted the Prince to choose me. 

So here I am, in a grey dress that compliments the pearls on the choker and my hair pinned up with a gold clip to match the gold chain. I try not to think about why I pulled my hair up so he would see his gift upon me. But from the way my cheeks warm I know I am failing. 

I turn to where Rhaenyra should be sitting as the King begins his speech. I try to fight the scowl that rises as I watch her sneak in trying to act like she was here the whole time. 

If I tried that I would have my hands beaten with a ruler until my knuckles were bloody by the Septa. I think, biting my tongue when Rhaenyra starts to joke about how she's late and her father doesn't even care. 

“He just continues on with his speech, what a pushover am I right?” She says with a light hearted giggle. 

All I can do is give a pinched smile and nod. I take in the outfit she chose for today, a rich red dress with frills at the neckline to imitate the look of a dragon. Golden rings she twists and turns around her fingers, and a matching golden necklace with a ruby pendant her mother gave to her two years past for her nameday. 

I take in the fact she is not wearing anything new, or should I say nothing I didn't know about. 

“Did your uncle not give you anything? He usually gifts you something to wear.” I ask curiously.

She frowns and shakes her head. “No, I was hoping for something though, but it seems he couldn't find anything.” She says trying to sound nonchalant even though I can tell it pains her. 

I nod and turn back to watch as the Baratheon is knocked off his horse by Ser Cole. 

I hear Rhaenyra ask questions to Ser Harrold about the Cole. The urge to step in with the knowledge I've picked up about the Ser Cole is on the tip of my tongue when I hear the announcer declare. “Prince Daemon, The Prince of the city will now pick his first bout!” 

I watch him walk back and forth upon his horse assessing each critically. Sadly I know when he has chosen, for it is my brother who seems to make him stop his horse and tilt his stick.

Oh please warrior, I know my brother will not win this but please let him live. I pray quickly before watching the match, hoping the gods have heard me. 

I feel the sting of my nails digging into my cuticles, but no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I command my body to stop this self-mutilation, I can’t. For there is something grounding in the act, the sting makes me stay present and not ide in the dark recesses of my mind. I know it is cruel upon my body, but how am I to break a habit I do not realize I am doing half the time? 

I watch with bated breaths as the Prince and my brother charge, the sound of hooves hitting the ground, metals rattling, and the resounding crunch of a jousting tick meeting a shield is all I can hear. I know Rhaenyra is talking to me as I feel her move about, the way she does when she thinks she’s telling a funny story. I know the King and my father must be muttering to each other behind me, I know the Princess Rhaenys is scoffing at any knight that walks by. But all I can hear, all I can see, is the Prince and my brother as they joust. 

I thank the Warrior when my brother makes it through the first bout, I almost believe he could possibly win this. But that hope comes crashing down when the Prince leans so his jousting stick hits my brother’s horse’s leg, sending them flying through the air and landing on the ground hard. 

Why isn’t he getting up? Isn’t he supposed to get up? I think biting into the inside of my lip until I taste blood. I about collapse into a pile on the ground when I watch two squires drag my brother out of the jousting ring. 

I watch as the Prince rides over to the royal box with his signature smirk. I fight the scowl that threatens to rise to my lips. I watch as his smirk widens when he notices the necklace, I fight the urge to rip the necklace from my throat and throw it at his feet. The feels as if this necklace is a show of my betrayal, of my idiocy as it burns into my throat. 

“Nicely done Uncle.” Rhaenyra says and I about gasp at how insensitive she can be. 

“Thank you, Niece. Now I’m sure can win these games, but having your favor, Little Hightower.” He says already leaning his jousting stick towards me. I want to say no, to tell him to go burn in the seven hells, but I know that it is improper to reject a knight so I turn to grab my favor and slip it onto the stick.

“Good luck, my Prince.” I say letting him see in my eyes the hate I feel for him now.

I walk back to my seat praying this Cole who seems to be promising, will take this smirking, good for nothing, Prince to be knocked down a peg or two. 

I sit there halfway listening to Rhaenyra halfway watching the joust between Cole and the Prince. The smile that comes to my face when the Prince is knocked off his horse, is nothing short of pure unadulterated joy. 

But soon I’m taken out of my thoughts by the whispers of the court, and only four words make me know how much mine and everyone’s lives are about to change.

The Queen is dead.

Special thanks to @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! i swear I'd be lost without you girly!

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[nessacousland]

can i ask what was ur problem with treviso? i actually found treviso and the crows to be the most interesting faction out of all of them so maybe im just biased LOL

Okay, full disclosure: I was on vacation and didn’t get to play Veilguard until the 8th of November. Couldn’t take the potential spoilers everywhere, so I've been cramming these past few days to finish the game asap (I still did every side quest, had all factions at max strength and got the “best” ending etc. but didn’t do every chests/stats puzzle). By the time the Treviso questline concluded, I'd been fully marinating in the sauce of all the other criminally stupid quests, is what I’m trying to say, and Treviso was emblematic of every problem I already had with this game. It was my breaking point.

To start with, the questline is offensively generic and an actual insult to the players’ intellect. Painfully linear, cartoon villains abound and nothing of any substance was ever said during its run.

The moment Caterina told us about Lucanis’ non-death, I called Illario being the traitor. There were no clever misdirects, there were no other leads, nope, they showed us his hand *immediately*. Grandma First Talon of the murder guild has a clear favorite and didn’t tell the ‘spare’ heir about her suspicions? Yeah, okay. Repeat FAMILY as often as you want, you piss-poor Godfather knockoff of a questline, I ain't buying.

So, from the start, all tension is gone, I'm just sitting there waiting for the rest of these “capable” assassins who “rule Antiva from the shadows” to catch on to this incredibly obvious plot twist. Meanwhile, the quests had absolutely nothing interesting to say - about the Crows or Treviso. The first bad guy was, predictably, an evil evil Venatori, super more evil than the evil evil Venatori you've seen before, guys, she literally BATHES IN BLOOD. Omg, right? 🙄 (I found Tevinter infinitely more compelling when their entire ruling class were power-hungry tyrants out of self-interest instead of being hit over the head with the mustache-twirling villain/crazed cultist stick).

Mr. “totally not the traitor” kills Zara before she can tell us anything of substance, she dies,clearly shocked, calling him “Amatus”...AND NO ONE CATCHES ON. You can have Neve on the team, Bellara regularly reads Tevinter serials (the whole team has a fucking book club in the middle of an apocalypse), you can play a freaking Shadow Dragon Rook, but nah, nothing. We don’t even get to ask “Uh, what was that?”. Instead, we get to sit through more pointless missives/quests while the ever capable Crows are totally investigating the traitor.

Now, you could argue that the “Amatus” was a reward to tip off those of us who’ve played the previous games and know what the term means. But with a plot this threadbare and obvious…did the writers think they’re Agatha Christie here? Did they really think I was at the edge of my seat, desperate to find out “whodunit” and grateful for any crumbs thrown my way?

Well, anyway, we are told a million times over that super charming (where?) Illario is just “like that” every time he acts super freaking suspicious. (The funeral thing with Caterina's ashes was especially funny.)

You'd think those instances would start to add up and prompt someone - anyone - to start using their brains (don't we have a goddamn detective on our team?!), but NOPE. We have to corpse-whisper to progress this questline. One of the biggest ass-pulls they've introduced via this game in general, in my opinion (is this Forbidden Realms and we just unlocked the Speak with the Dead spell?) - and it acts as the deus ex machina here to finally give us a clue. Wow, thanks.

The entire sequence of Lucanis confronting Illario in front of the assembled mafia felt like something out of an Antivan play. So goddamn goofy. I thought that vibe was charming in Josephine's romance quest - Antivans live for the drama - but they wanted us to take this moment seriously. This is Lucanis confronting his “all he has left” (don't get me started on the Fade sequence - apparently we the players can’t grasp anyone's motivations without having them spelled out for us over and over again) for putting him through hell and changing his entire being forever. Should I be laughing right now?

To make matters worse,we're told that the Crows are the perfect killers who never leave a contract unfinished - and then Lucanis spares Illario because the humiliation is the biggest punishment??? Like, I'm fine with him faltering here, that’s human. But this should have had consequences. This is the murder guild we're talking about here. Lucanis’ parents were literally killed in a different house’s coup attempt. He was just made the head mobster, immediately showed weakness in front of the entire mafia and everything is just dandy fine??? Because FAMILY?

Another personal gripe with this is that - as always - Rook had zero agency. No matter what you do, Lucanis will forgive or spare Illario. Imagine if we had the option to convince him to kill him instead. Imagine the resulting resentment tainting our bond with him and having us actively engage with fixing or breaking it. Imagine us going along with his mercy but hashing out the painful consequences for his house with him. But that’s not the game Veilguard is.

Anyway, the quest then becomes even more ridiculous. We've long learned that a human traitor helped the Antaam claim Treviso overnight. Someone with great knowledge of the city and the necessary power to make it happen. Gee, I'm sure the human GOVERNOR regularly hanging out in the Crow headquarters or the market bitching about the Crows’ interference 24/7 - the ONLY town official we get to see - had nothing to do with it. Five scarves fluttered in shock out of five, great job, guys.

The Butcher thing was just…weird. Like, we get to hear and build him up as this totally different antaam leader, cruel but cunning and calculating, someone who will be difficult to dethrone. Only for him to show up out of nowhere and serve no other purpose than to move the main plot forward asap and die. Lol, thanks for your service, I guess.

Then Ivenci, for no fucking reason, decides that they, like any good cartoon villain, should reveal themselves to us just in order to gloat. Um, why don’t they simply order the Antaam to murder us dead right then and there? If Rook and their plucky team of friends are too powerful for that, why haven’t we taken Treviso by force already? But nah, lol, our plot armor doesn’t have any cracks yet, so they literally tell us to go away and try to disturb the gods’ plans, because those guys will totally kill us for them.

Now, we wait again. Excuse me, isn’t this a questline about assassins? Why aren’t we trying to, y'know, assassinate Ivenci? Cut off the snakes's head, how often have we heard this phrase otherwise? Nah, let's wait till we get another letter that shit is going down that the Crows totally didn’t anticipate and THEN let's confront them. (Ofc, the Crows’ investigation of the qamek stalled forever. Cause they’re incompetent.)

But the thing that really broke me…we KNOW Ivenci stole a bunch of special qamek. We run at them THROUGH A GREEN POISON CLOUD. And my Rooks's just like “Huhhh? Is something possibly messing with my mind right now?”. YOU STUPID POS.

And then, ofc, we end the questline and Jacobus pops outta nowhere to spare Ivenci because a good pirate never steals and a good assassin never kills, I guess. Jacobus founds his new house to basically become a big mafia family for orphans like him which everyone is super proud of, because, if the previous installments of the game have taught us anything, it's that the Crows are deeply concerned with the well-being of orphans. Whoop dee doo, the end.

Okay, more notes. It’s been mentioned plenty already that this game has completely neutered the Crows and turned them into edgy found family freedom fighters. Personally, I'm not okay with the explanation that this is simply a different house than House Arainai. Because what the actual fuck, game. Why is Ivenci the bad guy when they're literally right about everything?! Where's my option to agree with them that a fucking murder mafia shouldn’t be the ruling force of a town, let alone the entire country? Why is the municipal government the enemy while my non-Crow Rook keeps shouting “Viva the Crows”??? Are you really telling me that the Crows are the good guy mafia and House Arainai was the bad outlier? Is that what this is?

Look, I'm fine with allying with the Crows if that’s what necessity dictates. We're trying to stop the SUPER BLIGHT here. But don’t sugarcoat that this is us joining forces with the mob. The way Veilguard presents them makes me cringe cause they're basically just leather-clad incompetent fools larping as birds. Show us the reality of this alliance. Get into the nitty-gritty. Make this world feel real. God.

I *wanted* to like this questline. Out of every country in Northern Thedas, I've always been most interested in Antiva. The whole medievalesque guilds system and merchant princes, the mediterranean romance and drama, pirates and Crows, the snazzy outfits and Spanish accents, god, normally, I'm eating that shit UP. I didn’t even think twice about which city to save. Partially because Minrathous was better fortified and Venatori seemed like the lesser evil vs. blighted water, of course, but mostly because Treviso is absolutely gorgeous and Zevran and Josephine instilled a lot of love for Antiva in me that I just don’t feel for Tevinter. I also thought that the setup was very interesting - professional assassins turned into freedom fighters of their occupied turf. And it *would* have been if they had let them remain, y'know, the actual murder mafia they always were.

But aside from my gripes about the Crows’ portrayal, the entire questline was just a total nothing burger. This is the first time ever that we're actually in Antiva, our introduction, so to speak, and what do we learn about the place? That there’s strife and betrayal among the Crows? Um, yeah, Zevran covered that fifteen years ago. There’s nothing new whatsoever. Imagine if our primary goal had actually been to help the Crows free Treviso. That we're working to loosen the Butcher's grasp on the town via strategic assassinations (i.e. actual Crow missions) that also introduce us to Treviso's people/Antivan culture (taking out someone during a theatre play, for example! The drama!), the internal politics of the Merchant princes and the municipal government's struggle to keep this occupied city from imploding. Imagine us getting caught up in this web of intrigue as we get closer and closer to the Butcher and then suddenly, we're being played. And only *then* do we start to suspect a traitor among the Crows’ ranks and the whole thing unravels. Spitballing even further, why repeat the Crow/Venatori romance in a random side quest with random people? Why not have Zara and Illario be actually in love, but he kills her for his ambition anyway? And instead of taking responsibility for his actions, he blames Lucanis for forcing his hand? Or maybe, they both thought they were playing the other and as another power hungry asshole, Zara almost respects Illario for the hussle as she dies? *Some* messiness and drama? (Cause Varric’s initial narration sequence made Zara seem like this blood-soaked femme fatale but the actual narrative gave zero fucks about that vibe. Discount Countess Bathory wannabe).

That might just be what I would have wanted and nobody else, but I still maintain that anything would have been better than this cookie-cutter, baby’s first mafia story that is beat for beat exactly what you'd expect and have seen before.

Well, this was a long rant. I don’t intend to make a habit of shitting on things others enjoy on here, but my emotions are still running high after finishing the game yesterday and you did ask. Sorry.

[theydragon]

Nostalgia Trip|| Taash/Rook

🏆: Tested for fall damage and survived in the Lighthouse. or rather being an adventurous mountain goat and falling on our local Qunari.

The lighthouse at first glance seemed laid out pretty directly. Each room had a clear path despite the floating debris and everything opened up a little more once you solved its various puzzles. But this place was still hiding secrets or so you thought. You'd spotted an old chest thrown up on a ledge, a serious of vines growing down the wall leading up to it. After some testing here and there you managed to find a few good foot holds that brought you to the more dense parts of the vines. Refusing to look down, you knew better than to do that from venturing on the many ziplines in Treviso, you took the next steps to reaching your prize. Putting your full weight on the fines, but keeping a foot stretched to your previous foot hold, you felt secure though still trusted this minimally. Vine's were plants and, though dense, any plant could only hold so much weight before they snapped in half.

Moving quickly, but minding your hand placement, you pulled yourself up to the ledge without destroying the lattice work of vines. You could feel the gaze of the caretaker at your back, probably equally annoyed and curious about your intentions if you had to guess though you could never be sure with them. Whatever, you'd made your climb and had loot to get. Opening the partially rusted chest you were saddened to just find some random trinkets and not even enough gold to buy a coffee. Regardless of how disappointing your bounty was you'd still gotten something and had a little fun climbing all the way up the Lighthouse. Now there was the matter of getting down which for some reason had not occurred to you at any point in the journey. Looking down you saw the far away steps leading up to where Manfred stood, the little skeleton looking no different from an ant due to the height. You quickly realized the footholds you'd used earlier were entirely invisible now and how the winds, where every they came from, blew the vines you weren't entirely sure they'd hold your weight well if at all. If you could shuffle to the front of the building you might be able to grab onto one of the large ribbons of green that hung on its front, eventually moving yourself to the landing between the stairs or just dropping ungracefully near by.

Your steps were sure but the Lighthouse had other plans. Right as you would make your first movement it shifted harshly which caused you to slip. A small squeak left your mouth as suddenly your were in free fall. There was a hope the Caretaker would do something to catch you or maybe even will the Lighthouse to shift again and knock you into a less harsh descent but no aid came. Plummeting to your death after doing something admitted stupid was a way to go. You'd had preferred to die in battle or maybe even eaten by a dragon, a totally not blighted one of course. Something more epic to end your story than splatting in front of Manfred but alas, the cards were not in your favor it seems.

Just as you accepted your demise, the ground quickly approaching, you were stopped. Okay you were less stopped and more caught, the clink of settling metal and a grunt being all you got to indicate what or who had saved you. Opening your eyes you were met face to face with the ever un-amused looking Taash. There was the shock you'd been caught, a bit of pain in your back from the impact, and more shock that Taash was still standing after catching you.

"How did you..." the words drifted out of your mouth as you were readjusted in their grasp. You knew you weighed something, you were entirely one hundred percent sure, but how Taash just moved you around felt like you weighed nothing. They even seem to shrug off any sign of impact, having absolutely zero reaction to you landing on them.

"I was going for a run and saw you fucking around," The red hue of shame and embarrassment crossed your features as they spoke. Everyone was so quiet you had assumed they went to sleep, the sky around the Lighthouse looking more like dusk giving everyone a good chance to have some more normal sleep, so that no one would interrupt you while you climbed. It didn't occur to you some of the more active members of your team would probably wake up early or only be taking naps. If Taash was up Davrin probably was as well which meant there was a very tiny window before your embarrassment reached peak levels. "Decided to watch in case you fell, worked out didn't it?"

"Yes it did, you can put me down now." Attempting to wiggle out of their grasp you were met with a small laugh and absolutely no movement on their part. "Taash come one, put me down."

"So you can go back up the wall and fall again?" Showing absolutely zero signs of setting you down you decided to settle, their arms relaxing as you did. "There we go. Come on, you can help me make breakfast before Lucanis gets up and takes over the kitchen."

"Is that my punishment?" Huffing you didn't fight them as they started carrying you over to the kitchen. Assan was already outside and gave you happy little squawks as you passed by. This was also confirmation that Davrin was in fact awake, the griffin wouldn't leave his bed otherwise, and you'd gotten very very lucky he'd not stuck his head out. Taash would pick on you in a more "oh what happened last time?" way. You'd be entirely fine most of the time unless you tried doing something similar to a previous ill thought out idea. That's when Taash would pounce and turn into the nagging older sibling, as would Harding, but Davrin? Davrin wouldn't let you live it down for the next month. He'd bring it up when ever seemed appropriate, and sometimes when it wasn't, and the whole team would know just exactly how stupid you'd been. Davrin was the rowdy bro who never let you truly forget your stupid choices, Taash was the one who hung it over your head when they thought it was needed. Both were annoying but in this case you preferred the dragon hunter.

"Nah, but we can talk punishments later if you want." There was a bit of amusement in their voice as well as flirtation. Something turned in your stomach and they snorted. They were fucking with you, they had to be. "My mother would make me do reflecting exercises when she caught me doing something stupid or I got hurt. It didn't do anything but make me feel bad but that's probably just me. So you get to help me cook, think about your actions, and I don't tell everyone you fell off the roof; sound like a deal?"

"I feel like there's something else," squinting at them as you two entered the dinning room-kitchen space you let out the accusation. Taash didn't really like people in their way when cooking. Bellara sat nicely to the side, asking questions while Taash sometimes passed her something to cut up or mix. Davrin got kicked out of the kitchen area after stealing too many pieces of food and almost having a knife lobbed at him. It was just how things were and Lucanis wasn't very different. You had been tasked specifically to help, not sit pretty on a stool, help. "The only person you let 'help' is Bellara."

Placing you down on the table Taash started buzzing around the kitchen, the tiny space looking even more tiny with them in it. A fire had been started before you were even addressed, still sitting on the table as you weren't sure if you were supposed to move and also didn't want to get in the way.

"Spite wont wake Lucanis up if you go get stuff out of the pantry," ah, so that was it. They were abusing Spite's favor of you to get ingredients, that tracked. "Also I like you company so."

You cooed at them teasingly which got you a loud groan as they started prepping what ever meal they were making, refusing to look at you as they did so. It wasn't that much of a burden to sit around and help Taash cook but what type of friend would you be if you didn't give them a little bit of shit about it? Staring at their back in the firelight was a sight but what drew you more was getting to watch them while focused. Taash was almost an entirely different person when they were focused or as they called 'working'. When hunting dragons or fighting it was kind of hard to really see and appreciate it. It wasn't exactly easy to go into their room while they worked out without getting roped into doing something or a bit of...um... suspect comments that left you leaving the room beat red and flustered more often than not. Cooking was one of the easiest to watch high focus activities of theirs but it was still rare to see. Lucanis normally did dinner while Bellara handled breakfast and sometimes made something for lunch, the two swapping off when ever they deemed fit. Harding only made food for herself and didn't really 'cook' but more so threw stuff together in a bowl and ate it. Emmrich had small meals but otherwise let the others dote on him, Davrin was down for whatever, and Neve had to be told to eat more often than she actually ate. Taash had voiced they were fine cooking when Bellara or Lucanis didn't want to, even reassuring Emmrich they could make vegetarian stuff for him without a lot of spice, but they'd maybe cooked once or twice. It wasn't like there was any issues with Taash's cooking. Everything was pretty good though it was sometimes on the more spicy end as they couldn't taste it otherwise. What made sense to you, though you'd never voiced it, was they probably weren't used to cooking for this big of a group. Taash had lived with their mom their entire life and rarely strayed from her side for too long so you just assumed they'd be more used to meals for two or one than ten (counting Manfred and Spite, the later who sometimes threw a fit if a plate wasn't made for him while the former just pouted in the corner). "Can you go get eight eggs?" They called out over their shoulder, the smell of herbs starting to waft around the space. With a silent nod you hopped off the table, not questioning the large amount of eggs as you'd heard Davrin pop off about 'protein' too many times to count.

Stepping into the pantry you were surprised to find Lucanis asleep facing the wall, the little lamp he had turned low but still on. Using your shirt to carry them you counted out eight eggs, a little grumble pulling you from your work.

"Rook?" That was Spite, the inflection being enough to tip you off to it.

"Go to sleep Spite I'm just getting eggs." If they both were tired this would usually be enough to make him grumble then go back to sleep, but sadly that was not the mood he was in.

"I smell. things."

"I'm making breakfast go to sleep."

"Want. eggs." It wasn't as forceful as he usual demands but was actually rather sad sounding, like a little kid that just wanted to spend time with their parents or siblings.

"If I make you a little bowl of eggs will you let Lucanis sleep?" Looking over you saw the body of Lucanis sat half way up, the glow of Spite very present in his eyes. No matter how much this happened it never got less unnerving and you were sure both of them knew that but much really couldn't be done.

"Yes! Yes!" Nodding his head rapidly Spite sounding like the goblin he was but didn't move from the cot.

"Okay, stay there and I'll bring you some when they're done." He made a small sound of glee in response to you words, the happy hiss continuing for a moment after you left the room.

Returning to Taash you found them prepped with a bowl that already contained various seasonings and spices. They were making scrambled eggs or an omelet, you wouldn't need a bowl otherwise.

"What took so long?" You'd thought they would have been able to hear Spite, Lucanis' 'bed' being only a foot away from the otherwise of the wall.

"Spite wants some." Rolling their eyes Taash took the eggs from you, placing them in a clean bowl and counting them before returning to their work.

"Of course he does," Cracking the eggs as they spoke you couldn't miss how absolutely tiny the eggs looked. Qunari were big but Taash was just bigger, beefy even. "I usually make extra to bribe him anyways so it's fine, still enough for both of us."

"Both of us?" It didn't occur to you that you were included in breakfast. You thought you were just helping and then being dismissed, not being made breakfast after you almost died.

"Yeah?" Taash reflected your confusion, beating the eggs together until they were all mixed and broken up. "Do you not want breakfast? I can go give your portion to Davrin if you don't."

"No no no, If you're offering I'm gonna eat it I just thought this was all for you."

"Who eats eight eggs??"

"I don't know! You work out all the time so I assumed you needed a lot of eggs!"

Obviously amused by you Taash was taken over by a flurry of giggles, having to set the bowl down as they almost keeled over. Letting them laugh it out you stayed silent, stewing while leaning on the counter. Eventually they stopped and prepped a pan, a cheesy smile still on their face.

"You're cute," The comment caught you off guard, your face flushing in response which only earned you a smaller more affectionate laugh. "You okay with scrambled eggs?"

"Yeah thats fine," fell out of your mouth without thinking. Taash made a face you could only describe as pleased cooking with a bit of attitude in their step. It took no time for breakfast to be done, you diligently running a bowl to Spite before running back to the table. Before you could grab your own bowl large hand found the top of your head, stopping you in your tracks.

"Sit, I'll bring you a bowl." Despite being said as casually as humanly possible it felt anything but. The hand on your head ruffled your head before heading off, leaving you to patiently sit fully aware the cause of the growing warmth in your stomach and fluttering in your chest was equally aware of your current state as you were. You'd have to ask Neve about perfume after this or maybe Bellara. Bellara was used to running around the woods and knew how not to attract animals to her so what ever she wore may help you avoid the hyper sensitive nose that was currently serving you breakfast. On the other hand Neve might be able to recommend perfumes that could be used for revenge, hopefully confusing Taash if nothing else. Right now you would have to settle for enjoying your eggs and ignored the smug and pleased glances from the Qunari who sat across from you.

[tobiasdrake]

Dragon Ball Daima 01x15 - Third Eye

Here we go. Time to find out that the mysterious eye on Hybis's belt is that third eye thing that Gomah wanted.

Not if. That. I'm pretty sure there are two camps on the matter:

1 - That is definitely the Third Eye macguffin. 2 - There was a Third Eye macguffin? When? I don't remember that.

I'm pretty sure anyone who actually remembers that they mentioned it like one time months ago is in agreement that it's the eye Hybis found in the wilderness. I was in the second camp for a while until someone reminded me and then I was in the first.

And based on the episode title, it looks like its time has come.

Somehow, Goku taking a gunshot to the back manages to be an impressive moment for both Goku and Daimakai's guns. This is the first time we've ever seen Gomah's troops successfully shoot someone.

We've seen Goku fight circles around these guys to the point of avoiding getting hit before, but here we get to see what getting hit actually looks like for him. And it....

Well, it isn't too bad. Goku does shake off its effects, only marginally worse for wear. It's not surprising that he can take it, because this is Son Goku.

But it still hurts like a motherfucker. Basically a full-body electro-shock that leaves him writhing for a good half minute. If these guns can do this to someone as tough as Goku then I'd assume they're instantly lethal to most people.

The main threat presented here is simply attrition. Goku and Vegeta can go through Gomah's troops like a hot knife through butter but the troops just need to get a couple lucky shots in while they're dying in droves.

We've never really seen a situation where an army of enemy forces is a genuine threat. Even going back to the days of the Red Ribbon Army, one of the first things Goku ever did was take a bullet to the face so the RRA troops were never really that threatening to him.

But that shot to Goku's back established the stakes of this fight. Getting shot once or twice isn't going to kill them, but it can still fuck them up and leave them exposed to follow-up attacks. Goku and Vegeta are still the overdogs here by a wide margin.

But any mistake can be costly.

Quoth Lord Slug Abridged:

Troops: WE HAVE BLASTERS!!! Gohan: ONE OF THOSE DOES NOTHING!!! Troops: HOW ABOUT A HUNDRED!?!?

Is it bad that I kind of wanted him to be like

"...you must... have the pride of a Saiyan... They destroyed our race, Kakarot...."

They didn't. There's no conceivable way that particular Hit could be Played here. But I kinda wanted it. Just for absurdity.

If I were making a parody series specifically satirizing Dragon Ball animation's fondness for Playing the Hits, this moment right here would inexplicably rehash Vegeta's death on Namek.

MPs guns are surprisingly strong and give them an actual win condition but it's a shame about their terrible aim.

Goku's just standing there while their blaster shots whiff past him for a good thirty seconds.

They're able to casually start chitchatting about the situation while the enemy troops wildly shoot everything except them. XD The enemy is more dangerous than we realized! Uh, only very slightly tho.

It's funny because I'd actually assumed, when Vegeta fell behind a rock, that he and Goku were shielded by cover. There was a stretch of time where there was no gunfire around them after Vegeta went down.

But then the bullets started whizzing past them all of a sudden and it was like, oh, no, the enemy's still shooting at them. They just can't hit for shit.

And there it is.

A cookie not to everyone who guessed it, but specifically to everyone who remembered it existed for long enough to guess it.

This plot point feels like it was written with binge-streaming in mind. Like they didn't put in reminders because it was ultimately written with the intent that you'd meet Hybis hours after Gomah brought it up, not weeks.

Yeah, man. You can't fail to hit a stationary target for like thirty seconds straight and expect to still be taken seriously as a threat. You had a surprisingly good run, brief though it was, but we're done with you now.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA They had us surrounded that whole time!?

That makes it even funnier. There was never any cover. They just suck that hard. Hahahahahahahahaha.

Oh, this was fun. A roller coaster of menace that ends them exactly where they began, but it was a good ride getting there.

It was lost. 'Til it was found. That's how losing and finding things works.

He found it.

Can we get the Discount Ginyus in here to explain object permanence to Degesu? XD

"Degesu, I need you to go steal that guy's clothes off his back without anyone realizing it happened!"

Gonna take a hell of a Stealth check for that one, boss. Fortunately, Hybis's situational awareness does not seem impressive.

Wow. Really couldn't think of a better way to lay down this exposition other than stopping the show to have an omniscient narrator read off the Third Eye's wiki entry, huh?

In all the episodes that came before, there really wasn't anywhere you could have fit an organic explanation of the Third Eye into the story? We were too tightly paced with critical material to squeeze an examination of an artifact that's going to be part of the climactic third act into the story, huh?

This exposition isn't even telling us anything new. "The Demon King wears this eye and it's really powerful and it was lost long ago." Yeah. We already got that. Gomah literally just explained it a minute ago. What are we doing here?

This part. This part is good. This is new information and it's being shown rather than... reading off a wiki page to your audience.

I like the revelation that Dabra was responsible for the Third Eye going missing. It's surprising but makes perfect sense.

...and then the narrator comes back to explain the Majin Buu arc to us. Holy shit. Not only do we already know this but we already spent half an episode watching the Majin Buu arc with Gomah and Degesu.

You can do the flashback without the exposition. Just shunt it to the front of the episode. Start the episode with a context-free cold open of Dabra stealing the Third Eye. That's fine. Shows use contextually-important flashbacks to begin a story all the time.

The exposition just feels like... Well, we needed to pad the episode out to hit runtime somehow. We didn't have enough episode for this episode so now we're going to pause the show and just explain the plot to you for approximately two minutes, not counting the cool Dabra flashback.

Guys. There is no manga. You don't need to insert filler.

XD Yeah, guys. It's the royal palace. Not one person in this group was like, "You know, there's probably going to be all of the guys there, right?" We really did think we could just stroll down main street and on through the front door.

Goku, Vegeta, and Kaioshin, I expect this from. But Piccolo has apologies to make.

Degesu: Feminine wiles! That tactic is unbeatable in Dragon Ball! Hybis: My asexuality is immune to your charms. Degesu: Shit! I forgot about its one weakness. It's been a while since I last read the manga.

Hybis: I want your stupid poop hat instead.

XD Task failed successfully, I guess. Feminine wiles for some, masculine charms for others, and stupid poop hats for the rest of us!

...I kinda want her stupid poop hat too.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Goku and Piccolo are talking about different things. XD Piccolo's like, "My Regeneration will let me withstand any stray hits I might take while I go to town on them."

But Goku's plan is to just let them shoot Piccolo over and over again until their guns run dry.

Goku and Piccolo agree on "Piccolo's regeneration makes him perfect for fighting them" but they have wildly different interpretations for how that would go down.

THEY ARE MAXIMUM ADORABLENESS

I'm relieved that "Gomah with the Third Eye" is looking to be the final boss after all 'cause that means Kuu and Duu's odds of survival are a lot higher than if they have to bear the brunt of the final tension.

Nothing is more important to me than the Arinsu family making it out intact.

Okay, I know this wasn't supposed to be funny but this killed me. Serious dramatic tension moment as the tanks roll out. The first shot brings Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo to their knees due to its massive AOE, as expected of what is effectively a cannon shot from these weapons.

And then these dipshits appear out of nowhere and start wildly shooting everything except the incapacitated targets. XD

Clowns. Strong weapons, legitimate threat, but army of clowns. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

I appreciate that the Third Worlders get to get in on this. The cavalry charge is the episode's answer for the problem of "There's just too many of them and not enough of us".

But it also plays well to the early conflict set up, of the Third World being oppressed by the First. The disenfranchised rising up against their oppressors is always fun.

...though I admit, I'm not sure why they can do this. Aren't Third Worlders enslaved by collars that the Gendarmerie can use to incapacitate them? Wasn't that a plot point, with Panzy being the one and only one that Kaioshin's used his powers to release?

Did the collars stop being a thing between episodes? Did they forget they wrote that? Or did Panzy send her informant, like, a secret passcode that makes all the collars fall off and I just forgot?

Panzy gets to shoot some fuckers and that automatically makes this the best fight in Daima.

This episode had its flaws but it was honestly a lot more fun than I'd expect an army of goons to provide. This was good.

Next episode: Discount Ginyu Force. Y'know, with Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo, plus Panzy and Glorio, you think they're going to make this a set of five 1v1s? I'm not expecting much more than a speed bump from the Discount Ginyus but that might be neat.

[cheesus-doodles]

Could you do a headcanon or a short fic of Taiju falling for Takemichis sister. Taiju x reader tokyo Revengers. How would Taijus siblings react to it and the Black Dragons?

asdjnsjdnsj this is cute in a way, there isn't enough Taiju or Takemichi love - and there is no way either would ever win a poll so XD this is not irl time period accurate in the slightest, a very lighthearted piece that is a bit different from what I usually write!

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Wrestle-o-mania

Yandere Taiju with Takemichi's Older Sister Reader

It was obvious to the two pairs of eyes spying on you through the small open crack of the bedroom door that Taiju wasn’t trying to hurt you, not in the slightest. Moreso, their older brother was simply letting you live out your wrestling fantasy with him as your willing dummy; your excited rambling filling the normal tension that usually permeates the air of the Shiba household, the two siblings watching with bated breath as you put the blue-haired gang leader into a side headlock. 

“...and did you see that double chickenwing facebuster?! That was fucking awesome! And-” 

Breaths were held as the curse word slipped your lips, but against their better knowledge, Taiju didn’t even blink an eye, simply nodding indulgently and (as discreetly as possible) snuggling in against your chest; despite your bulky figure, your strength was still nothing next to his. But god only knew if either of them said such sinful words, the thrashing they would have received would be nothing short of legendary for fouling their tongues with such filth. So why you? What made you special to their notoriously foul-tempered brother?

You were an oddity in the Shiba household, to say the least. The precise type of person that Hakkai and Yuzuha would have never guessed could catch Taiju’s eye. Far from the quiet, submissive, and gentle Christian girl that they had always imagined the oldest Shiba would bring home, someone that would cook and care for him, you were loud, rambunctious and overly obsessed with all things wrestling. Yuzuha had even seen you wipe the floor with some air-headed rival delinquents who thought you were an easy mark to take down Taiju, and though you weren’t spared from being punished by your boyfriend for returning with more scapes and cuts than usual that night, he never went to the extent like he did with them, holding back his strength by a vast margin. Plus, the only thing you could cook consistently well was fried rice. 

So how on god’s green earth did someone like you end up with a person like Taiju? Or more so where did Taiju even find someone like you? Did you not fear the other?

Hakkai was barely able to conceal the turbulent feelings in his chest, shock and horror intertwining like wine and honey as he watched with wide eyes Taiju chuckling along with you as he switched positions with you with ease, smoothly putting you into a facelock, with one of your ankles caught between his thighs. “Shi-” The youngest of the Shibas started, only to be quickly stopped by Yuzuha slapping her hand over his mouth. “Shut. Up,” she hissed, before the girl chanced a glance back through the crack in the door. 

Fortunately for them, Taiju seemed too distracted by you to notice their presence as you shrieked in excitement at your current predicament. “The stepover toehold facelock??!!”

“You didn’t think I could learn it huh?” The Black Dragon leader crowed, lightly tugging your head backwards and stretching out your back and neck, ever so careful not to put you in any pain. “This shit ain’t that hard.”

“You absolutely have to come to my wrestling club!” You gushed, pretending to struggle in his hold, striking your hand down on the bed as if you were counting down in a boxing ring, all the while giggling. “The others would never believe me!”

But that was enough to dampen whatever cheer that the other had on his face, Taiju releasing you from his hold and pulling you back up to sit on his bed. Eyebrows pinching together, that telltale vein on his forehead started to throb once more as those yellow eyes bored down on you with his signature ferocity that had harden Black Dragon members quavering in their boots - the same hard gaze that Taiju leveled on his siblings right before pouncing on either. “I thought I already told you - I don’t want you going there to mess around with those filthy sinners.”

You, however, weren’t the slightest bit unnerved much to both Shiba siblings’ surprise. “Awww but Taiju! It’s wrestling!” You pouted. “And it’s only once a week!” 

Your pleas didn’t work on the notoriously stubborn boy, who simply huffed. “I said no.”

This was one issue that you couldn’t seem to give up. “I can’t miss wrestling!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up.“You could just come with me, ya know? If you’re so worried.”

Yuzuha blinked. Were you…bargaining? With Taiju?

The vein almost popped, and both siblings flinched in unison. This was it. Having to tiptoe around their oldest brother for so many years and learning to read his moods from his body language to avoid any unavoidable outbursts, there was no doubt that Taiju was at his tipping point. Beast-like eyes narrowed, the larger boy looming over you like a tiger eyeing its prey, the shadow over his face growing as the foul mood manifested. As if on instinct, Yuzuha shoved her younger lanky brother behind her, though from the shallow and rapid breathing that could barely be heard even in the sudden stillness of the world around them, the orange-haired girl wasn’t exactly the most confident of the situation either.

As Taiju raised his hand, readying his strike, the spying Shibas couldn’t look away. It fell like the blade of a guillotine -

And landed right on your side as he dug his fingers into your ticklish spot, and you squealed, wriggling as you tried to get away to no avail, the still-stronger Taiju easily pinning you down on the mattress. “You’re going to listen to me, you hear?” He growled playfully as he dug into your other side as well, and your laughter erupted. “You’re going to quit wrestling club tomorrow.”

“Wai-it! N-no, stop that! I’m not quitting!” Your words fell on deaf ears as your boyfriend only renewed his tickling efforts, pouncing on you with vigor. “S-STOP!”

Pulling away from the cheery scene that shone through the small crack of the door, Hakkai and Yuzuha shot each other puzzled looks in the dark hallway, your giggles echoing through the otherwise silent house. Despite the relief of having gotten away scott-free after spying on such a personal situation (if Taiju caught them, there would possibly be no words to describe what would happen to the two of them), the questions remained.

What the fuck was that all about?

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A week had passed since they had first stumbled upon that domestic scene by pure coincidence and three since you had burst into their life unannounced, and despite their life somewhat returning to normal, neither Hakkai nor Yuzuha could seem to get you out of their minds. It was clear there was a growing pattern between Taiju’s good mood - one where he completely ignores their presence - and his normal demand of absolute obedience from them, which turned out to be when the Black Dragon leader was home alone and you were nowhere in sight. 

“You sure that it’s alright I come over?” Takemichi hesitatingly asked, glancing between the two Shiba siblings. It wasn’t the first time the time leaper had met Hakkai, of course, just the first time he had really noticed and been noticed by the Second Division Vice Captain. “Don’t want to be a bother.”

Hakkai waved off his question reassuringly. “Our place is nearby. Won’t be an issue at all.”

But alas, it seemed that the Second Division Vice Captain spoke too fast, too soon, as the trio walked straight into a wall of Black Dragon members mulling outside their residence, pristine white uniforms gleaming under the harsh afternoon sunlight amidst the quiet Tokyo suburban neighborhood, the sound of their footsteps coming to an abrupt halt though not quick enough to prevent them from being noticed. “Hey, isn’t that the Tokyo Manji Gang uniform?”

“Toman? Here?”

Takemichi reared from the glares leveled his way, the uncertain atmosphere sliding straight into the  - this was not good at all.

Unbeknownst to you on the other side of the crowd, you hadn’t even heard the initial stirs of commotion, engrossed with fiddling with the ring of the new shark plush keychain you had just received in a bid to hang it on your school bag. There was no second thought at the sudden light that flooded your eyes as Taiju pulled away from attempting to help, both of your heads having been bowed over and squinting at the small golden ring as the blue-haired delinquent barked instructions at you - it wasn’t unusual for your boyfriend having to drop everything to take calls or what not, being the gang leader that he was.

He really should join your wrestling club was what you mused to yourself, as your well-calloused fingers failed time and time again to part the rings and slip them through each other. It would probably be mighty fun to get to practice with someone as strong as him.

A few more minutes, and then a triumphant shout left your lips. “I got it!” You announced proudly, pumping your school bag into the sky, your newest attachment clinking as it jingled around the rest of your collection. “I told you-”

You paused, looking up for the first time since you had started your valiant attempt. The ruckus and rising tension rushed back into your world like the pressure of a vacuum chamber being relieved, the cries of ‘Death to Toman’, whatever that was supposed to be, coming as a sudden surprise to you; the attention of the white-clad boys you had just met turned away from you towards an unseen threat and Taiju nowhere in sight. This called from an investigation, you decided, casually swinging the brown bag over your shoulder and squeezing through the restless mass. 

“Tai-Taiju!” With a final push, you popped out the other side of the crowd, though your words died off as quickly as they left your lips as your eyes landed on the unfurling scene. A blonde-haired boy wearing a middle school uniform, collar clutched in the grip of your boyfriend, what was supposed to be his face looking more like fruit pulp than an actual person. Splats of blood splattered across Taiju’s fist and down the barely-white shirt of the other’s school uniform, another blue-haired boy you vaguely recognised as Taiju’s younger brother left sprawled on the ground looking equally beaten. 

For any other ordinary person, the frankly gruesome state of affairs would have been enough to set them running as far and fast as their feet could take them, let alone set off the alarm bells in their head - after all, what kind of older brother would thrash his own siblings without a very good reason? But not you, no; for there were no thoughts in your head save one.

One smooth step forward, and you had tucked your head under his arm, grabbing his arm and thigh. In the next heartbeat, up his heavy figure went, his clutch on Takemichi loosened enough to free the boy. Arm muscles bulging, it didn’t look like you were the slightest breath off despite lifting someone larger than you. And then you fell backwards, and down Taiju went, his back landing on the asphalt road with a loud crash in what his temporarily stunned mind reminded him was called a belly-to-back suplex - you would be pissed if he named it wrongly later. 

“Don’t you scum dare touch her,” came his  cursing from the ground right as you leapt back to your feet, and the Black Dragon members froze at the command from their leader. But you minded none of them, your ferocious, blazing gaze turning on the crouched, pathetic form of Takemichi. Marching forward in their direction, Hakkai  gulped, though he still held his ground. The sense of dread knotted itself over and over in the blue-haired Toman member as your shadow came to a halt, towering over the quaking blond delinquent on the ground, his body and face already bruised from the early beating he took from Taiju. He didn’t like the look of this one bit - were you as crazy as his older brother? It would certainly explain a lot, given of all the people you could be dating, you picked Taiju.

And then you all but sang out your next words. “Take-chan!” Your eyes brightened, sparkling in the daylight as the menacing shadows lifted from your face in an instant.

Even though it didn’t seem possible at first, Hakkai swore that Takemichi paled even further, his ashen skin the color only reserved for the dead as he attempted to scramble back and away from your towering figure. “Wha-? Onee-san?” He stammered out. “It’s not what it looks like! I swear!”

The world seemed to pause as everyone present stuttered as if on cue, with the Black Dragon Tenth Generation President surprised enough to raise both eyebrows. Onee-san? The shithead of a Tokyo Manji Gang First Division Captain was your younger brother? 

“I can’t believe you’re wrestling without me!”

“No! It’s not what it looks like!!” Takemichi pleaded again, but it was too little, too late, his words falling on deaf ears. You had already scooped him up into a fireman’s carry across your shoulders, swinging him round to ride piggyback, and then throwing yourself backwards and slamming the poor boy back into the ground. 

“And don’t let this distract you from the fact that in 1988, the Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell in a Cell, and plummeted 16 feet through an announcer’s table,” you all but shouted at your completely disoriented younger brother, his blue eyes clearly swimming in his head as you shook him by his shoulders in front of a group of stunned Black Dragons and Toman members.

Taiju grabbed your arm, his eyes narrowing, the familiar vein on his forehead starting to throb once more. “Are you done?” He growled at you. If you had been anyone else, he would have all but pounded you into the ground, girl or not - no one treated him like this in front of his men and got away with it. But you were hardly intimidated, and of course you weren't. You were the only exception to his life, the only one whose antiques he entertained time and time again for some blasted reason. And even if he didn't share your love of wrestling, there was one thing for sure - he didn't want you sharing it with anyone else, especially not this piece of Toman shit, even if it was your younger brother. You were his.

You hummed, your thoughts moving on to your next highest priority. Picking up your discarded bag, you lightly swung it around one shoulder. “Oh Taiju! You’re up already!” You cheered, looping one arm through his and proceeding to drag him off, your mind already empty of your younger brother still lying dazed on the road. “Come on, wrestling club is starting soon, we're going to be late!”

"What did I tell you about wrestling club?" The notorious fickle gang leader flicked your forehead as the two of you disappeared round the corner, your laughs echoing down the still street. "I said to quit, didn't I?"

“Your sister is crazy,” Hakkai mumbled to the groaning Takemichi, whose only response was to hold his head in his hands.

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Demon!Hanzo Shimada x Reader Headcanons

It's a shame overwatch sucks now :( I loved getting so many overwatch requests

🌙 He never allowed himself to have any sort of relationship, let alone romance, since he had been turned years ago. He always felt as though he didn't deserve to be loved, and the fact that he was now a demon cemented that feeling inside of him.

🌙 He was turned about a few weeks after he had killed Genji. Madness and grief overtook him and he decided to tempt fate to bring his bother back. He performed a ritual that had started to show some promise only for things to sour rather quickly. He woke up with a start, nor realizing he passed out during the whole debacle to find himself no longer human.

🌙 When he first met you, he shrugged you off as yet another Overwatch agent from the recall. It wasn't until you saved him on a mission in Prague did you both start to talk a bit. He only meant to stay and thank you, but you had somehow compelled him into staying for coffee.

🌙 He caught feelings for you after a while. It didn't help that he knew you liked him in ways you didn't like others. He could hear your heart flutter and race a bit in your chest when you would see him or start talking, and he could smell the desire rolling off of you in waves that hypnotized him.

🌙 It took a while of courting on both sides before you both had shared your first kiss. It was outside, the two of you somehow broke from the crowd of drunk and rowdy soldiers, both of you flushed at the cheeks with the faint taste of alcohol on your breaths. Hanzo loves how you taste, but fuck, he hated himself for falling for a human.

🌙 He tries to play things cool. Hell, there are days where you make him feel human again with all of the tender loving and sweet words. But then there are days where life really beats the shit out him to the point where he feels himself slipping only for you to help him feel grounded.

🌙 There had been times when you almost saw what he was. Whether it was on the field or on base as you both tried to live as domestically as you could. He feels so guilty for even letting it out as much as he has in the past. He's more so worried about you being terrified of him, of thinking of him as a horrible monster. He couldn't bear the thoughts of you being so scared and disgusted of him.

🌙 When you did eventually see him, it was by pure accident. He doesn't even remember what had gotten him so angry and so distracted, but it slipped. He didn't hear the door slide open but he heard your heartbeat quicken. The look of shock on your face made him want to vomit as he just stood there like a deer in headlights, but then you asked him if he was okay like nothing was wrong.

🌙 He's cautious at first to let his demon side slip out behind closed doors between the two of you. At first it was a rare treat, but with time passing and his nerves easing, he found it rather comfortable to lounge with you even though the bed you both shared could barely handle the size of him.

🌙 His tattoo changes when he turns, from the beautiful dual blue dragons to the red oni mask as swirls of red and black ink scatter down his arm. His dragons also change as well, the two normally calm dragons now act like pissy little cats that only you can calm with gentle petting and scratches behind their little ears.

🌙 He likes it when you take the time to look at him when he's turned. Looking at his sharp pearly fangs, holding his hands to get a nice look at his ebony claws, crouching down to look at his hooves. He finds it adorable with how interested in this you are.

🌙 He runs so fucking warm. There's no need for blankets or pillows, use him instead. Just lay on top of him like he's the bed with his arms wrapped around you, careful of where he puts the claws, and you'll fall asleep faster than anyone ever could.

🌙 Hanzo's sense of smell is something else. He can smell you from across the base, his nose cutting through all of the sweat and blood and canteen food the base holds just so he can sniff you out to calm his nerves. He can also sniff out how you're feeling, too. It's pretty helpful after a long day of bullshit.

🌙 His hearing is also impeccable. Normally he uses his supernatural hearing to help him scope out whatever target out on the field, but he also uses it to listen to your heart. Any difference and Hanzo is on top of it whether you're in need of comfort or a fist to whatever fucker's face that's bothering you.

🌙 He loves it when you stroke his horns and trace the grooves and curves. He loves the feeling of your fingers running through his raven black hair, twirling his locks, soothing him from the thoughts that haunt him.

🌙 His voice changes too when he shifts. It gets even deeper and scratchier, almost like there's a slight echo to his satiny voice. Some of his words can get a little awkward to the sharp fangs in his mouth. You could listen to him talk for hours, and sometimes, he indulges you.

🌙 The last thing Hanzo would to even dream of is hurt you. It's almost happened a few times by accident where Hanzo would try to grab you or protect you on the field only for you both to somehow be spared. Just thoughts of what he could do to you haunt his nightmares.

🌙 Hanzo isn't afraid to use his heightened strength around you. Whether it's lifting something up for you to get under or even hoisting you up into his burly arms. He won't admit it, but he loves to show off just for you.

🌙 Hanzo's eyes are pretty different when he's a demon compared to his human form. The whites of his eyes are blacked out and his pupils are no longer visible in the sea of amber that make up his irises. He loves it when they reflect off of your eyes.

🌙 He's pretty tall when he's like that. Often times he uses his powers for good like getting the annoying shit off of the top shelves. Other times, he likes to be a little asshole and puts shit on the top shelf.

🌙 He's had a few incidents where he would turn and ruin his clothes. He usually wears baggier clothes like what he uses to train in, but there would be times when he would be wearing a tight t-shirt or pants only for the damn things to tear. You would always find him muttering curses in Japanese as he peeled off the poor torn fabrics.

🌙 There have been a couple of times where you walked in to find him with something stuck in his horns or wrapped around his tail or hooves. The funniest time was when you walked in on him trying to re-string his bow while he was lounging in his demon form. The poor string was somehow wrapped around his claws and both horns.

🌙 It can be pretty awkward for him to kiss you with his fangs, but damn it all if he doesn't try! He loves it when you kiss him though, pushing past the feeling of his fangs pressing against you as his clawed fingers gracefully touch you.

🌙 If you want his attention to snap to you immediately, tug on his horns. A good tug shuts him up and has his eyes pinning you in place as a faint blush pinkens his grayish cheeks. He especially loves it when you tug on his horn to make it easier to kiss him.

🌙 You had bought him larger clothes so they would be baggy on his person when he would turn and he fucking loves them. They swallow him when he's human but they're fucking perfect when he's a demon. He's going to love them to absolute death.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Okay so Dragon Age/MHA crossover 1.

Izuku is the son of Solas and Mythal who was kidnapped by the other evil mages pretending to be gods (by stealing the names of their actual gods because I fucking HATE that plot twist in canon) and sent to the MHA world because Solas was leading a rebellion and Mythal was dead and they wanted to hurt Solas. So Izuku is raised in Japan by his adopted parents who sadly never tell Izuku he’s adopted and would aggressively pretend he isn't.

Izuku though begins developing magic in his teen years much like how in Thedas they develop them as teens. Izuku is convinced he's just a late bloomer. At least until then dreams start and he begins to see things. He is kind and curious, looking up what he sees and deciding it's like the Fae. He promises nothing and gives nothing. No deals either.

Then one day he stumbles upon what's left of Mythal (actual Mythal and not the fake who played with Solas like an instrument) and learns the truth. Solas is actually a God, the belief in him ascending him. Meanwhile the actual Gods got all the power while the fakes didn't get anything. This Mythal tells Izuku everything. She begs him to find his father to speak with him. She knows if he ever awakens he may see Thedas as nothing but a world of fakes.

Izuku travels in his dreams, hunting for his father. He goes to UA and still tries to find his father. He hunts and hunts for him. Eventually he does find Solas- who woke up a year before and is actively working to take down the Veil.

It takes a while for Solas to believe Izuku, until everyone is agreeing and pointing out the truth. But he refuses to listen to Izuku talk about how his plan is stupid.

Izuku by this time is twenty having lived through a war. He's lost friends, his adoptive parents are dead and he looks around at a world that hasn't changed. Despite everything they still have the same systems in place. They still are on the same damn wheel. Bakugou (who never changed. Izuku doesn't have OFA, no he has a Quirk that lets him do so much more and Bakugou can't stop seeing it as looking down. Can't be given trust that makes him look back on his life) is rising the ranks fast and his actions are pushed aside.

Izuku, age twenty, turns to his surviving friends and their teachers. Uraraka (down an arm but still fighting), Iida (still strong even after everything), Todoroki (alive and just as furious), Yaoyorozu (Burned and broken but standing) and Shinsou (mute now but applying the parkour he was given years ago to heroics) are all he has left as friends. Aizawa (lost a leg and an eye, lost his best friend, learned another was a puppet and lost his husband), Nezu (who tried his hardest to change society after what he went through but nothing has changed even now) and Midnight (who clawed her way back after being injured. Who has scars and stopped being ‘useful’ as a hero without being sexy) are the teachers left with Eri (shaking and scared as the hero commission pushes for training for her).

He asks if they would leave with him. They say they will.

So, a week after the Chantry explosion, a group of strange people show up in Haven. Two women, a child, and five men, along with a small person who is covered in a coat. One of them calls out for his father, Solas, who is shocked but delighted.

“I will not change my mind,” the elf warns his son. “You do not know how it was once.”

“I’ll keep trying,” is what Izuku replies with.

(he doesn't tell his father the one to strike down All for One after Mirio died, taking One for All with him, was Izuku. Doesn't talk about how he’d sobbed learning who the man was.

Doesn’t talk about how Midoriya Hizashi was a facade and that Izuku had loved him still.

He's killed one father for the world. He can do it a second time if needed.)

[shinynewboots]

Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 11

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Lots of dialogue and explaining but hopefully this clears up what has happened in the last two chapters!! Hope yall enjoy!! Thank you so much for the support!!

Warnings: 18+, Violence, gore, smut eventually, Adam-typical misogyny, alcohol use, slight sexual themes, religious imagery, swearing

Chapter 10

Chapter 12

Lute could barely hear the conversation between Charlie and Lucifer. It felt as though the conversation was taking place in a different room, too far to pick up on any details but close enough to know a discussion was taking place. Lute couldn’t find it in herself to care. Her ears continued to ring as the explosion rattled through her brain like a doomed time-loop she couldn’t stop existing in. 

She didn’t know if she was still crying. The wind cracked like a whip against her cheeks as though she were an unruly child. Her hair flew around her head, catching in her eyes. She tried to focus on something. Anything to distract her from the hardness she felt creep upon her heart like Medusa’s stare. 

Even the roar of the dragon she rode with Charlie did little to pull her gaze away from the scene of the crime. Smoke and debris covered the ground. If she hadn’t been in such a state of shock, she would have been more curious about the subtle orange hue she saw emitting from the crater. As it was, however, she couldn’t find it in herself to care about the gaping wounds Adam had left behind in Hell when all she could focus on was the hollow hole in her heart. 

The scene became smaller and smaller, and Lute finally realized they were flying back towards the hotel. The ringing in her ears began to quiet and she could make out some of what Charlie was yelling. 

“Razzle, what the fuck! We have to go back and help!” The dragon continued to ignore her, and so Charlie huffed in response. She turned her head back towards Lute. 

“Lute, are you okay?” She called out. Her face was covered in soot and her hair was flying around her, frizzed and wild. Her demon horns had decreased in sides and her sclera returned to its typical yellow color. 

All Lute could do was give a slight nod, her movements rigid and foreign. Charlie frowned but decided not to push.

Eventually, they made it back to the hotel and were met with a crowd outside. Razzle landed on the ground with a thud. Charlie slid off his back like a pro (which she likely was, as she had been riding Razzle and Dazzle her entire life) and was immediately pulled into Vaggie’s arms. 

“Charlie, what happened?” Vaggied asked, her voice tangled in Charlie’s hair as she held her close. 

Lute could feel her breathing begin to quicken. A tight hand gripped around her chest, squeezing her lungs tighter and tighter. Though the only people to greet them were the same she had gotten used to being around for the past few months, their presence suddenly seemed overwhelming without Adam at her side. Her palms grew sweaty and her mouth tasted of cotton. 

“Sera was at the Embassy when Dad and I got there and Emily too! She said that Lute and Adam had fallen, and there wasn’t a way for them to return to Heaven.”

Lute felt all eyes turn to her at the revelation of her fallen state. She looked down at her hands, metal meeting flesh as the digits fidgeted between each other. Her head was spinning. He was dead. He was gone. It was all for nothing. She was nothing more than a —.

She noticed a pink, gloved hand reach out between her line of sight and her hands. She turned her head to see Angel standing there, arm outstretched. 

“Let me help you down.” He said, his voice more neutral and soothing than she could ever remember hearing.  It was almost as if he knew she was crumbling from the inside out. She nodded her head without realizing and grabbed at his hand, and slowly slid down from the dragon’s back. 

She let go of his hand and was immediately gripped by the shoulders by Vaggie, who held murder in her eye, while the scarred X seemed to glare at her with more intensity than an eye ever could.

“Why in the fuck would you two do something so fucking stupid. After everything we’ve done for you. Where in the fuck is Adam?”

“He’s dead,” Lute croaked out, her voice sounding foreign and far away. Vaggie dropped Lute’s shoulders as though she had been burned and stepped back. A collective breath was taken around the group.

“What?” Vaggie breathed. Charlie touched Vaggie’s shoulders. 

“He’s fucking dead,” Lute repeated again, her eyes downcast as she felt herself say the words out loud. 

“The explosion was Adam. I don’t know why or how but something happened while we were talking to Sera and he just exploded in this weird ball of light.” Charlie explained, meeting the eyes of everyone present. 

“What in the hell,” Husk whispered, his eyes wide. Angel looked over at Lute, his eyes filled with pity. 

Several explosions and gunshots could be heard closer to the city. Charlie nodded towards the hotel. “We need to get inside. My dad seemed to know something but he went off somewhere before he could explain.”

“The power’s out,” Vaggie said as they walked towards the hotel. Lute looked around and noticed the Radio Demon was missing from the group and her stupid egg bois. But another Sinner was present, a one-eyed woman with pink hair that Lute vaguely remembered seeing at the Extermination. 

“Yeah, we were following everything on the news before everything went out. I even told Cherri she should come over since it looked like Extermination: Part 2 outside,” Angel said, nodding over at the one-eyed woman, Cherri.

The hotel was dark, just as Vaggie had said. Candles were lit all around in a way that gave the hotel a warm feeling that Lute found rather peaceful. However, the glow of the candlelight lent itself to the creation of more shadows than normal, which Lute could not find herself to trust. Was the flickering on the wall simply the flame jumping from its wick or was it the Radio Demon laying in wait? 

“Lieutenant!” The Egg Bois yelled waddling as fast as they could to their beloved new leader. They gripped at her legs like children to their parents after a nightmare, all four of them finding solace in her proximity. While their touch would normally cause her disdain, she found herself not minding their love. They were solid and helped her feel as though her feet were actually touching the ground. 

Charlie looked down at the Egg Bois with a curious expression before her eyes widened. “Sir Pentious! Emily told me that Sir Pentious was redeemed! He’s in Heaven!”

“What?” 

“And you believe her?” Husk said, his eyebrow raised as she looked between Charlie and Lute. “No offense, but I wouldn’t say most of our interactions with angels have been the most truthful.”

“Emily wouldn’t lie,” Lute said. “If she says he’s in Heaven, then he’s there.”

“So the hotel works?” Niffty asked, her one eye wide and blinking up at Charlie. 

Charlie smiled slightly, her thoughts still heavy from the disaster that had taken place only an hour earlier. “Yeah, I guess this means it does.” 

“Charlie, that’s amazing news!” Vaggie said, engulfing her girlfriend in a hug. Soon enough, all the other hotel patrons and Cherri had formed a group hug around Charlie and congratulated her on her achievement. One of the Eggs poked Lute on the leg and motioned towards the group hug. Lute nodded and one-by-one the Egg Bois let go of her legs and waddled towards the enthusiastic pile.

Lute felt cold, like a stranger looking into the window of a happy family. She was not a part of this celebration nor would she ever be. She pulled her arms tight around her body, and her wings hung limply behind her back like broken limbs. Without hesitation, Lute began to walk towards the door. 

“Lute, where are you going?”

Lute turned to see Charlie standing behind her, eyes wide. 

Lute sighed. “There’s nothing left for me here, Princess.”

“But, we’re here,” Charlie said, gesturing around the hotel and towards the patrons. For what it was worth, Angel gave a wave of acknowledgment. Husk scowled, though that seemed to be his baseline. Niffty waved enthusiastically, though her attention was quickly taken by a bug. Cherri simply stared. And Vaggie, well Vaggie actually gave her an encouraging smile that she knew she didn’t deserve. 

“No one actually wants me here, Charlie. Nor did they want Adam. And now he’s dead and I’m fallen and I—” I don’t know who I am anymore.

“I want you here,” Charlie said, grabbing Lute’s real hand. Lute flinched at the touch but quickly relaxed under her warm gesture. “Vaggie sometimes wants you here. Even Angel, Husk, and Niffty want you here. Al doesn’t exactly want anyone here but he doesn’t count.”

“Why?” Lute asked quietly, unable to meet Charlie’s eyes. 

“Because I think you’re worthy of a second chance. We’re all a bunch of misfits here, Lute, I promise you fit right in.” Charlie said, a welcoming smile on her face. “Plus it's a literal hellscape outside and you were on the news and outed as an angel so I think staying here is your only option.”

“Unless you want to do something stupid, then, by all means, be my guest,” Vaggie continued, walking up beside Charlie. Her words were biting but the tone was similar to that of the way the girls would tease each other at their exorcist's trainings. It felt a little bit like home.

Lute breathed out deeply and squeezed Charlie’s hand. She nodded. 

“Okay.”

Charlie nodded and pulled Lute into a hug. Lute didn’t have it in herself to protest. The hug was interrupted by a flash of light outside the hotel and Lucifer’s silhouette standing in the door frame. Charlie pulled back from the hug and rushed towards her dad.

“Dad, what happened? Where did you go, are you okay?”

Lucifer pulled Charlie into a hug and kissed her on the forehead, some of the soot from her face transferring to his lips, which he promptly wiped away. He looked down at her with a small, sad smile.

“It’s a little hard to explain, Char Char.”

“Try me, Dad. What happened after the explosion? What even caused the explosion?” 

All eyes were on Lucifer, who began to feel his skin burn and sweat coated his brow. “Well, uh, how about we sit down? It's a bit of a long story.”

And so Lucifer found himself standing in front of the fireplace with many eyes upon him: Charlie, Lute, Vaggie, Niffty, Cherri, Angel, Husk, and even Alastor had gathered around. 

“So long story short, that explosion is what happens when an angel is Cast Out from Heaven. It’s different than falling. It’s more permanent.”

“So Adam was cast out? Not, like exploded?” Charlie asked. 

“He’s not dead?” Lute whispered, her voice sharp as she made piercing eye contact with Lucifer. 

Lucifer furrowed his brow. “No, he’s definitely not dead. He’s gonna wish he was, though.”

Lute could feel her heart begin to beat once more. 

“What do you mean by Cast Out?” Vaggie asked, confusion on her features, her eye narrowed. 

Lucifer chuckled awkwardly and pulled at his collar. “Well it's uh, pretty rare. It's only happened once before today.”

“Who was stupid enough to get cast out of Heaven?” Angel whispered non-discretely to Husk. 

“Well, that would be me,” Lucifer replied, throwing jazz hands in a very Charlie-esque fashion. 

“Dad, what? I thought you were fallen?”

“Wait, wait, wait. I’m still confused on the difference between being fallen and being cast out.” Husk asked, a bottle in his hand that he took a quick swig of.

Lucifer looked at the confusion that seemed to coat the room and sighed. With a snap of his fingers, he made a miniature stage appear with shadows taking the form of actors. Charlie gasped and smiled widely. 

“This is how he used to tell me bedtime stories!” She whispered excitedly to Vaggie, who patted her on the leg in response. 

“It’s a lot to explain, so bear with me. I’m not going to repeat myself unless of course, Char asks me to.” Lucifer said, looking around the group and winking at Charlie. Alastor rolled his eyes, the smile on his face tightening uncomfortably.

The shadows began to form two separate planes, one full of clouds and pieces of light piercing through with figures in the shape of angels with magnificent wings. The other plane was barren.

“So you know in the beginning Heaven created the earth and the sky and everything, right?” Lucifer said, gesturing towards the heavenly scene. The shadow actors had begun to play out his words like puppets on invisible strings, creating the ‘earth’ and ‘sky’. 

“Earth was essentially an extension of Heaven and existed within the same plane. That’s why Eden was so special, it was a sanctuary of creation for the Archangels in Heaven.”

“One of the Earth scientists, Neutron or something, had it somewhat right when he realized that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Heaven, and subsequently Earth, were the planes of existence filled with “somethings”. Hell was essentially a void. It was the absence of existence.”

“I still don’t understand,” Angel said.

“What’s the opposite of something?” Lucifer asked, turning on his heels to glance at all eyes in the group.

Angel shrugged his shoulder and looked around at the group, which was mostly filled with blank faces. 

Alastor narrowed his eyes, smile never leaving his features. “I would think this matter more pressing than a game of riddles, but I believe the answer you’re looking for is ‘nothing’.”

Lucifer scowled. “Yeah fine, the opposite of something is nothing.”

“So Hell was a void? Like a placeholder?” Vaggie asked.

“More like a stabilizer, a plane of nonexistence to balance out the plane of existence: Heaven,” Lucifer explained.

“What does all this have to do with Adam getting cast out?”

“Yeah, you’re losing me, Short King.”

“I’m getting there. Essentially we had all the messy busy with the apple and, ugh, my decision to introduce free will to humanity. My brothers made the decision that I had to be cast from the plane of Heaven.”  The shadow figures formed into the shape of Lucifer and Eve, who were given the apple and took a bite.

“Wait, Dad, I’m sorry I think I need a little more information.. Did you not also introduce free will to Mom? Why weren’t you cast out then.” Charlie asked. 

“My sin wasn’t my creation of free will. I had granted Lilith the gift of free will, along with Adam and Eve. It was one of my original gifts of creation.” Lucifer’s eyes shadowed and he appeared to be lost in a memory. “No, my sin was my hubris. I wanted humanity to have the gift of ‘knowing’. To be able to use the gift of free will I had given them to their fullest potential in the way we could in Heaven. Where is the pleasure in choice if your options are low stakes?”

Husk huffed in approval at that, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket and shuffling them absentmindedly. 

“And so, I was cast from the plane of Heaven into the void that would become Hell. And this plane of ‘nonexistence’ became a plane of existence within our universe. And I was cast into the farthest depths of that plane. I won’t lie, I was angry, betrayed, and full of spite and hatred that seemed to wrap around me during my descent.” Lucifer took a deep breath, shame written upon his face.  

The shadow figures transformed the scene into Lucifer being cast from Heaven, surrounded by various Archangels who gazed upon the shadow Lucifer with as much disappointment as a shadow could muster. The Archangels held their palms towards Lucifer and shot out a beam of shadows that wrapped around the shadowy image of Lucifer. The shadow Lucifer began to fall, being thrust through the shadow realm meant to represent Hell. 

“And I think this plane that had nothing, took the first things it could grab onto when I was thrust into its depths. All of my anger. My malice. My hate. And formed itself in that image into what we now know as Hell.”

Niffty looked at Lucifer with a wide eye and tapped Cherri on the leg, motioning for her ear. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

Cherri shook her head and whispered back in Niffty’s ear. “I think we’re watching an old man take a trauma dump.”

“Hell was vast and limitless but very quickly had begun to mold itself into a place of nightmares. It latched upon me and fed upon all of my ‘badness’ if one could call it that. Everything about me that my brothers decided was unworthy of the Kingdom of Heaven. Hell began molding itself into different pockets that would later become the rings.” 

“Of course, at this time, I had no idea any of this was happening. I just knew I was alone in its furthest depths, in what’s now known as Limbo or Purgatory. Just a place on the edge of Hell. I knew I wanted I had to get back to Heaven and so I began to climb.”

Lucifer took a deep breath. 

“Hell is ever-changing, always moving and feeding upon its inhabitants without you even realizing it. And Hell began feeding on me and creating the worst manifestations of myself. And so the further I climbed the more of these manifestations I had to encounter and defeat. Defeating these manifestations or monsters or whatever the fuck you want to call it let me contain their power into what is now known as the rings.”

Shadows began to surround Shadow Lucifer and take on various forms of monsters, each only manifesting for a split second before transforming into a form more horrific than before. They engulfed the shadow Lucifer, making it hard to distinguish the horror from the angel. 

“I finally made it to the other edge of Hell, as close as I could come to the plane of Heaven in what is now the Pride ring. And I contained its power to this ring. But I realized I could ascend no further. I had been cast out from Heaven with no ability to ever cross farther than the Pride ring. That was my punishment.” 

“Wait, what about Mom? Did she have to climb with you?” Charlie asked, her eyes wide like a child being told a bedtime story. 

Lucifer smiled sadly. “No, Lilith remained in the plane of Heaven. She wasn’t cast out, she chose to leave in search of me. She was the first Fallen.”

Charlie smiled at her father with tears in her eyes. 

“What does this have to do with Adam?” Lute asked.

“Adam has been Cast Out. He is the only other angel to meet this fate aside from myself. Being Cast Out of Heaven completely removes you from the plane of Heaven entirely. He will never be able to return to the Kingdom of Heaven.”

“But what's the actual difference between being Fallen and being Cast Out? I’ve never heard that terminology before.” Vaggie asked, her hand holding one of Charlie’s and rubbing her thumb gently over Charlie’s knuckles.

“No, I don’t suppose you would have. I imagine they keep the idea of casting out pretty top secret in Heaven. Based on the seraphim’s reaction, I don’t think even she knew what was happening to Adam when he was being cast out.”

“I’ve never heard of it either,” Lute offered, her voice low and neutral. 

“The difference being being Cast Out and being Fallen is the individual choice. Cast Out angels do not choose to leave Heaven, they are forced out. Fallen angels choose to leave Heaven.”

“With all due respect, I didn’t choose to leave Heaven,” Vaggie said, her eye staring straight into Lute’s soiled soul. “I was exiled by Adam.” 

“Adam’s not an archangel, he wouldn’t have been able to Cast you Out. And you returned to Heaven with Charlie for the trial. Cast Out angels can’t return to Heaven. No, you had to have made the decision, conscious or not, to Fall from Heaven.”

“The child,” Lute whispered, her eyes meeting Vaggie’s. “You made the decision when you spared the child.”

“What child?” Angel asked. 

“At my last extermination as an Exorcist, I decided to let a cannibal child go. I was caught and uh—” 

“And Adam and I condemned her for it.” Lute finished, her gaze pointed towards her hands. Vaggie nodded and took a deep breath, the scar over her eye itching in a way it hadn’t in years. 

“So you Fell when you made the choice to save Adam,” Charlie said, her gaze floating between Lute and Vaggie. 

“I suppose so,” Lute said, her mind reeling with the new information. 

“That’s how the Sins came to be. All of them were Fallen who chose to leave Heaven after I was exiled.”

“So what does this mean for Adam? I mean, he fucking exploded.” Husk asked. 

 “Well, he was cast out which creates a lot of angelic energy. So much so that he’s broken through all seven rings of Hell and might have unleashed the beings I had contained back when I originally created the rings.”

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

Lucifer chuckled awkwardly.“Well, uh, no. At this point, the stability of Hell as we know it is on the brink of collapse unless Adam can complete the trials and contain the rings as I did.” 

“What do you mean brink of collapse?” Husk asked, the bottom of the bottle looking more tempting with every passing revelation.

“If my theory is right, the rings will eventually begin imploding on themselves and destabilize Hell into something even more chaotic than it was before the creation of the rings.”

“Can’t you do anything, you’re the King of Hell, aren’t you?” 

“I may be the King of Hell, but I don’t control it. It's a sentient being that answers to no master.”

“What does this mean for Adam? Where is he?” Lute asked, her patience wearing thin. She could feel her fingers, both flesh and metallic, grow antsy as she listened to Lucifer’s story. She felt itchy. Hot. Like she needed to scratch at a nonexistent insect bite for just a smidgen of relief. 

“He should be in Limbo.”

“Should be?” Lute bite, her teeth clenched and her knees trembling. 

Lucifer’s face grew flushed and he once again pulled at his collar. “Well I mean I haven’t physically gone to check, but I should probably get on that to let him know he’s got to complete the Trials of Hell.”

“Trials of Hell?” Vaggie asked, her eyebrow raised. 

“I mean, it sounds cooler and is a little bit more explanatory than saying the “trials of defeating the worst manifestations of yourself in order to close the rings of Hell”, just a tad bit wordy.” 

“Is there anything we can do? Can you send me down there with him to help him?” Lute asked, her teeth clenched. 

Lucifer shook his head and sent her a pitying look. “No, I don’t have the ability to, and even if I tried to send you down there with him, Hell would probably just send you back if not destroy you instantly. It’s very particular like that.”

“So we’re just fucking sitting and waiting.” Lute huffed. She stood from her seated position, her legs growing restless. She wanted to hit something. She wanted to cut. She wanted to draw blood. She wanted to—

“You’re telling me the fate of our second lives is in the fate of the person who calls himself the Orignal Dick?” Cherri asked to no one in particular, though the sentiment seemed to be shared around the room. “If thats the case, I’m gonna go out and hit the fucking clubs if any of you losers want to join. Might as well be high if I’m gonna die twice.”

“I’ll ugh, take that as my cue to leave. Gotta go ugh get this shindig on the road in Limbo if you know what I mean.” Lucifer said, walking towards Charlie and pulling her into a hug. 

“Please be careful, Dad.” She whispered, pulling him tighter. 

He smiled softly at her. “I will. Just promise me you won’t leave the hotel. It’s not safe, especially once word gets out that the Rings are cracking.”

Charlie didn’t answer but instead nodded softly and pulled away from his hug. Lucifer looked around the room and gave an awkward half-way before disappearing in a ball of light. 

Lute took in the scene before her and felt the chatter of the room was too loud, the glow of the candles too bright, the energy and anxiety in the room engulfing her. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with Adam. 

She made the long walk back to their room, finding it no different than it had been this morning. Nothing had been touched or disturbed, and if she pretended well enough she could imagine that Adam was simply downstairs drinking at the bar. He was not fighting for his life in the deepest pits of Hell. He was here. He was safe. He was coming back for her. 

Despite the soot and ash that still coated her body, Lute couldn’t find it in herself to shower or change. She could still feel the imprints of his fingers on her skin where he had held her close as they flew to the Embassy only hours before. His impressions seemed to burn into her and she was loathe to wash away those fleeting remnants of him. 

And so, Lute crawled into their bed and wrapped her wings around her body. She pulled the pillow he used close to her body and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her beloved leader, and friend. Her beloved, something more. 

He would survive the trials. Not for the sake of Hell. Not for the sake of himself. But for the sake of her. 

Lute began to weep once more.

[writingsofwesteros]

chained beneath the waves :)

Oh, Alicent avoids looking at Rhaenys 🥺 Rhaenys' knee buckles momentarily in her shock at seeing Alicent there suddenly, but she is able to hide it behind Corlys and has to keep a straight face because only her and Corlys know of them, but gods.. seeing her here.. the last time she actually set eyes on her was when she escaped King's Landing during Aegon's crowning. When Alicent stepped in front of him.. closing her eyes as if she thought Rhaenys actually capable of burning them, of burning her... it's secretly haunted her ever since, that she thought her capable of that, and now here she is. And still, she won't look at her :(

Alicent is too afraid to look at her and see the burns left by Aemond and Vhagar, too afraid to see Rhaenys bear any evidence of other injuries from arrows or bolts from or slashes from the Triarchy's men... too afraid to look at the Sea Snake who's eyes she feels burning into her, surely he knows of them by now.. she thinks he must despise her... oh how wrong she'll find herself to be later on...

Aegon and Jace just ignoring each other lmao these boys. They're both far too happy to have a chance at having both the women they desire tethered to them, they can ignore each other for now.. until they can't... two jealous, possessive boys... they'll come to a head eventually, oh that'd be delicious..

I imagine Aemond and Daemon are by and far pissed off about it and want to keep fighting. Otto and some greens protest greatly, the point of Aegon is not wanting a woman on the throne. Daemon and some blacks also protest greatly, insisting she can't keep any opposition alive. But many supporters on both sides are secretly relieved and find the compromise to be acceptable, relieved Rhaenyra offered it and that Aegon accepted, having lost many or witnessed any of the bloody battles and sieges, just wanting the dragons to stop dancing amongst themselves in the realms. But one thing the half-siblings seem to share is a mirrored thought: what the fuck was the point of all this then?

Whether they like each other or not, they both start to wonder after the bloodiness that was Rook's Rest and the Battle of the Gullet, and how the family itself is so divided, how long before their own house tore itself apart and led to it's own ruin, how long before they make kinslayers of themselves, or lead to their dragons dying? The risk is too great, something they agree on. Aegon is secretly relieved, I think. He never wanted to be king in the beginning. He was never taught anything of it, of how to rule, they just needed a puppet to keep his sister from getting it. Now he'll have time.. to learn.. to actually be given a chance to try, to be a good king later on, even if he has to do it with Jacaerys.. plus, it would help eventually with them close, I think, Rhaenyra doesn't know her siblings. Truly know them. And they know nothing of her but growing up with this looming threat of her taking their heads if she got on the throne... Rhaenys may help her with that, as she was so close with them... before anyway.. I'd imagine she can't blame them if they hate her and feel betrayed, so she avoirds them at first, thinking they want nothing to do with her now... hopefully, this olive branch will rectify that. Though I believe Rhaenyra will have to make a sacrifice as well, as Aegon is sacrificing the throne to bend the knee until he gets it back way later on with the other 3... maybe she has to make the hard decision that Viserys was too cowardly to do.. punishing Luke for taking Aemond eye, finally making Aemond agree to stop fighting and take the knee for her.. maybe Luke will have to give his eye, an eye for an eye.. he may accept it, out of guilt over taking his uncles eye those years ago during their childhood tift..

Aemond would delight in the thought of taking his eye; the fear Luke shows at the beginning before he becomes accepting of what is to happen. The act near happens; until the one eyed Prince remembers the sweet boy he used to be. He remembers his mother. Annoyed with himself, he grabs the knife Luke was about to use and throws it in the fire before leaving.

"Did you really think he would do it?" Aegon chuckles; his fingers dancing on his own dagger and for a moment he thinks of doing this for his brother. He can protect him. He can give him revenge..alas, he realises that is not what his brother desires.

[alaffy]

House of the Dragon, Ep. 2x02 – Rhaenyra the Cruel (Spoilers) 

Four things that came to mind during the episode.  1) Can someone do something please?  2) Ralf Innes deserves an Emmy.  3)  They really fucking went there during that fight.  4)  This isn’t a Shakespearian tragedy, it’s a comedy. 

Needless to say, I don’t think I’m enjoying this series as much as Game of Thrones. 

So, the child is dead.  Aegon is understandably upset and is accusing everyone.  Otto is figuring out ways to use this to their advantage.  Alicent is just praying no one mentions where the Head of the King’s Guard was during the murder. Otto decides the best thing can do is parade the dead boy through the streets, with the mother and grandmother in toe; all the while letting the people know it was Rhaenyra who killed the boy and gain their sympathy.  And is depraved as this is, this works.

We will not speak of Aemoned in this episode. *Shudders*

Also, the guard was captured with the boy’s head and he just spills all the beans.

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra finds out about the child and is shocked.  She tells her people she had nothing to do with it, but some don’t seem to believe her.  She sends out messages to try to convince others.  I mean, personally I would have also sent out messages pointing out that someone on team Green had already killed one child and who knows if he’s loyal to his brother or himself…but that’s just me.  I mean, it couldn’t hurt.

Of course, Rhaenyra isn’t a fool and realizes this is the work of Deamon.  They get into a big row, and she accuses him of being loyal to only himself.  That all he’s ever wanted is the crown.  And he tells her that she was only made heir by his brother to prevent him from getting the crown.  And so he fucks off for the rest of the episode.

Christian is plagued by guilt.  But he’s also a little bitch and, instead of accepting his own failings as Captain, he blames it all on Arryk and tells him to go pretend to be his twin brother and kill Rhaenyra. Yes, really.  And Arryk goes. 

Other things happen.  People talk.  The one healthy couple (and the two people who should rule),  Rhaenys and Vaemond, have a nice scene together.  Baela is told to go spy on King’s Landing. 

And then we find a bunch of people hanging in the street.  See, Aegon knows one of the Rat Catchers in the place killed his so, but he doesn’t know which one.  So, he killed them all.  Again, Rhaenyra this would be the perfect time to suggest SOMEONE ON TEAM GREEN KILLED THE PRINCE AS THEY ARE CLEARLY UNHINGED. 

Otto is naturally pissed because any good graces the people had towards the King is gone now.  And then he finds out about Christian’s clever plan.  And if Rhys Ifans is not nominated for an Emmy for this scene….

I’m pretty sure that if Otto could have just switched sides in this moment he would have.  ‘Cause, uh, everyone’s an idiot.  Which he pretty much tells Aegon and Christian.  And now he’s no longer the King’s Hand.  That honor will go to Sir Christian Cole.

What the fuck.

Also, can he be The Hand and in charge of the King’s Guard?

Back at Rhaenyra’s stronghold…oh God.  So, Rhaenyra decides to let the White Worm go free, but she’s having her taken away from the stronghold because she cannot trust her.  OF COURSE, White Worm just so happens to be going to the boat the same time that ARRYK is coming to the castles and she sees him. 

Arryk manages to cartoon his way into the castle (no, that is not a typo, it was very cartoonish).  And he is able to get into Rhaenyra’s room and is going to kill her, but Errik comes to stop them.  They start to fight, the serving girl goes to get more guards, Rhaenyra stays in the room for some reason (there’s was a clear path to the door at one point), a guard comes in and asks which one is Errik, I died a little inside.  Errik kills Arryk and is so overcome with grief that he kills himself. 

At the end, Alicent and Otto speak; trying to figure out how to handle this shit show.  And then Alicent finds Christian in her bedroom and…you know what, Otto you need to find a ship and just keep on sailing.  There’s no hope for this family.

[themotherofhorses]

LOHHNM Aemond when he finds out that history remembers him as the psycho, rapist teenager who fathered a bastard with a strong bastard, also that he’s the only one with the title of kinslayer, despite his entire family also being kinslayers.

the princess desperately tries to keep him out of the library, away from his own history. she distracts him anytime he wishes to go down and read, proposing different activities like trail or dragon rides. it works well until it doesn’t.

one night, after she falls asleep, aemond sneaks down to the library, wanting nothing more than to read one of the books. he swallows up every last word, hunched over as the candle flickers. the princeling learns about his supposed betrothal to floris baratheon, his murder of lucerys velaryon, the fact that he triggered the fucking war, blood & cheese, and his eventual ‘romance’ with alys rivers, which apparently then sired a bastard of his own.

it’s like a nightmare.

at the end he is absolutely FUCKED UP. eyes wide. a tight as fuck grip on the book, his knuckles turning white. he’s just sitting there, in silent shock. nothing makes any sense. how did HE fuck up his own reputation THAT BADLY?? to the point that his only titled is a KINSLAYER, and the husband of a strong bastard, and a father to one as well.

he reads some more. there is no mention of his alleged wife or child ever again; some maesters claiming she murdered herself, others saying she just simply vanished with his heir.

aemond does not sleep well that night.

[atlaswingsofruin]

Postgame!

Ok! On it! (Btw, the second fight with Zellard in the postgame isn’t the end of the story either, theres an arc where Vyffor meets Gale, although thats not finished yet, and an unfinished yet arc with the children of Vyffor and his brother Ender)

Ever since the Oltura fight, things have changed, Kyle & Vyffor became boyfriends, Lilia is very guilty about not trusting Vyffor & Losi so she gifts Vyffor his favorite food (oranges) every Saturday, Cheval has adopted Vyffor, Vyffor got a new dragon palamute monstie, in short a lot has changed, Cheval wanted Vyffor to show him the forbidden grounds of Hakolo island, and so Vyffor did show him, they were currently walking around, “that place is exactly where i always ran away to when i was a lil child, it got to a point where it was obvious for Kayna where i always go to & she immediately find me & dragged me back” Vyffor said, Cheval smiled & said “so you were a rebellious child? I can understand, most of us go through this-“ but before he could finish his sentence he heard Losi roaring angrily, he turned back only to see Zellard restraining Vyffor like a captured monster (he also had a metal leash-chain thing on Vyffor like he did to Losi), Cheval’s eyes widened in shock, worry & panic, he said “Woah- Hey! Let him go! He did nothing to you!!!” Zellard smirked & said “Its not about what he did, its about what he is able to do, i need him for my second plan!” Cheval said “Wait- are you that Zellard guy?!” But Zellard didn’t answer him & he and his cult ran away with Vyffor, but it was obvious that this is Zellard, Cheval was in panic now “No- No- this isn’t happening to me right now! I gotta get help before i do something stupid!” & he went to get help from people he knows (Lilia, the scriveners & some of Vyffor’s friends), meanwhile, as Zellard got further away, he went deep into the forest of the forbidden grounds, they eventually were in the place where Vyffor & Kyle fought Oltura (that Altar, whatever it was named), Zellard looked at Vyffor with a menacing glare, he said “We all know you have some really strong superpowers, use them, use them to create a new world where only me & the cult exists” Vyffor said “But i love my friends, monsters & nature… i don’t wanna destroy them…” Zellard then smirked & said “I guess we have to do it the hard way then” & he was about to start torturing Vyffor but before he could make a move a Rathian pounced on Zellard, causing him to drop the leash, Vyffor had hopes that maybe this is Rathi, after all, a Rathian, but he soon realised that is no Rathi, “Hey! You! You bastard psycho! Leave him be! He’s just a kid for fucks sake!” Vyffor looked towards the voice direction & saw a white & black furry with blue mane & purple stripes, “And who you think you are?” Zellard said, a black & white furry with yellow mane & purple stripes said “Im Sam, and thats my girlfriend, Sivan, we’re the 2 legendary riders that wiped out the black blight, and we got reports of a cult of criminals wandering around, and here you are, so BACK DOWN MOTHER FUCKER CUZ I’LL FUCKING SLAUGHTER YOU!!!!” Zellard said “Like hell i would, plus i still-“ before he could finish he noticed Vyffor isn’t in the same spot he was in before, he looked back to Sam & Sivan to notice Vyffor isn’t with them & that Sam is doing a middle finger to him while sticking his tongue out, Zellard was now livid & said “OH, NO YOU DONT, COME BACK HERE LIL RAT!!!!” Sam was about to wrestle with Zellard but Sivan grabbed both him & Vyffor & ran away with them, “H-Hey!! Sivan! Let go! I must fuck that bitch’s fucking ass down!” Eventually they got further away from Zellard & Sivan said “Sam! We can’t just throw ourselves into fight without considering things! Someone of us could’ve gotten hurt, or worse, we could’ve put Vyffor at risk! You remember what happened last time with Hayato, right?!” Sam said “Fine, but Hayato’s stronger anyways!” He was acting like the cult were no big threat cuz he wanted to get violent with them, but deep down he knows that Sivan has a point, last time when Hayato kidnapped Sivan & Sam tried to fight Hayato, Hayato had Sivan at his mercy & almost killed her due to his recklessness

Sam looked back to Vyffor & said “You alright lil Vyffie?” Vyffor was trembling, he looked scared as fuck, Sivan patted his head the way Sam did to her whenever she was either sad or scared, “Its alright… we’re gonna get you somewhere safer and beat that shitty psychos…” but despite that Vyffor was still scared, she could understand, if she was all alone against a cult of psychos & was at the mercy of 2 people she doesn’t even know because she was too young to remember she would’ve been terrified as well, “Lets just move onwards before that psycho guy with the 4th ugliest face ever comes back” Sivan let out a soft chuckle at his statement of Zellard being the fourth ugliest person ever & picked up Vyffor before hopping on her one-eyed Rathalos, Ratha and putting Vyffor behind her on his saddle & saying “You’re right, lets go” the 2 moved on, eventually they could see that the way out of the forbidden grounds was pretty close, a matter of 1 kilometer, Sam said “That was pretty long walk, wasn’t it?” Before getting off his Rathian, Ruthi, they suddenly heard a familiar voice “Sam?! Sivan?! AND Vyffor in the same place?! I must be dreaming!” They suddenly saw Navirou, Sivan got off Ratha & said “Navi!” & ran up to him & licked him like she did back then in their adventures, “Sam?! Sivan?! You’re back!!!” Cheval who was also there said in excitement, Sam said “Who put you on the planet?!” Cheval said “I missed you too” Sam was about to wrestle with Cheval but suddenly he heard Losi roar angrily at something, he looked towards the direction Losi was looking at & saw Zellard & the cult again, Sam said “Can i have the permission to beat them now?!” Lilia said “No! We need to ARREST them! NOT to kill them!” Sam said “Who cares?! They hurt Vyffor! Poor guy looks thinner than i remember him! Seriously, what he went through?!” Avinia tilted her head “What do you mean ‘than i remember him’? I don’t recall you 2 ever meeting before…” she said, Sivan said “Ok, this might sound shocking, but remember when we both had sex before going to our long grieving break? We had 2 children, one Ender, which you all know, second is Vyffor, but i can see why you don’t recognize him, he looks wayyyy different now, basically before we went to our long break cuz of our bad mental state we handed him to Sam’s father, which im unsure if you know about” Ena said “Wait… he did tell me about living with Red, who is his grandfather, and you 2 are his biological parents, so that makes you-“ suddenly both Ena & Alwin said while pointing at Sam “So you’re Red’s son?! No wonder you look like a copy of him!” Sam smiled & said “Oh, so you know daddy? How is he? I bet he have a lot he can tell me! Its been so long since i saw him!” Ena & Alwin now felt bad, the poor lad doesn’t know his father is dead, but before they could explain him they heard Vyffor’s loud yelp of fear, the crew suddenly remembered that Zellard is still a problem & he exists, Cheval said “Oh! No you don’t!” & rushed towards them but was stopped by some cult members, Zellard smiled sinisterly & said “Not happening, he’s at my mercy now, if any of you DARE to even TRY make a move I’ll SLAUGHTER him in the most painful way possible!” The crew had to deal with the hardest situation they’ve ever been in, they had to save Vyffor, the sight of Zellard torturing Vyffor, who was a fucking 13 years old child who was scared to death, looked really sad & horrifying, Sivan got on her knees & pleaded “Let him go! Please! He’s just a kid! He did nothing! He’s my son!” She was starting to tear up from panic & worry, Sam had to hold himself from beating Zellard up, Just when everything seemed lost, a Grimclaw Tigrex came out of the bushes & pounced at Zellard, causing him to let go of the leash restraining Vyffor, and tossed Zellard straight into a rock, “What the fuck?!” Zellard said in shock, looking at the furious Grimclaw Tigrex, “Nidhogg?…” Vyffor said, being shocked at seeing the Grimclaw Tigrex, almost as if he saw him before, “I don’t recall you ever owning a Grimclaw Tigrex…” Navirou said

Vyffor went to Nidhogg & patted his snout & said to Navirou “You see, when i was younger i always ran away from the village due to feeling unsafe there, like, Kayna was too fucking rough & i was bullied there and being homeless is hard as fuck, and whenever i ran away i ran away to the forbidden grounds, where i met Nidhogg… we were besties even before i had a kinship stone…” Ena said “but i don’t recall here having any Tigrexes at all, let alone a Grimclaw one… even in Alcala those are fucking rare…” suddenly Zellard got up & said “Enough of this shit! Cult! Kill them!” & the cult were now fighting the crew, Vyffor & Losi, being the champs they are, beat the members they were fighting against easily, he looked back to Nidhogg only to see him fighting against 3 members & Zellard at once, Zellard then took his sword & stabbed Nidhogg pretty badly, Vyffor’s eyes widened in shock, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, “I know you like to open your darkest side, so let me be the one to give you what you want~” Vyffor looked behind him to see Vakuum, “Master Vakuum?!” Vyffor said, Vakuum had his signature cocky & mischievous smile, he said “Yessss~ now tell me, what you want the most right now?~” as he said that he leaned very close to his face, Vyffor didn’t break eye contact with him & he said “To kill Zellard & the entire cult..” Vakuum let go of his shoulders & said “Then go on~” & snapped his fingers, as soon as Vakuum said that Vyffor turned into his Forsaken winged form (that wolf-wyvern thing) & immediately started beating up the cult & Zellard brutally as fuck, “What the fuck?!” Cheval said, being surprised as fuck, “First time amigos?” Kyle said, Cheval said “Oh shut up”, after a while Vyffor had killed the entire cult & returned to his normal form, although now unconscious, Lilia said “He looks beaten up from Zellard’s torture…. Should we treat his injures?” Cheval nodded & the crew went to Mahana village, the closest place possible, when they arrived, Kayna who was there noticed their arrival with Vyffor, who was still unconscious & injured, Kayna rushed over & asked “What happened to him?! Why is he like that?!” Ena said “Thats a long story…” Kayna said “I’ll get someone to treat his wounds, don’t worry”, after some hours, it was already midnight, Vyffor woke up, poor thting used a lot of energy, he tried walking but immediately felt something grab him from behind, “Oh! Sweetie! Thanks god you’re fine!” He looked behind him & saw Cheval holding him, he nuzzled him & licked him, Cheval said “Sweetie… sorry I wasn’t there for you most of the time…” Vyffor said “Its ok daddy!” Ena who was also there said “Its my fault for sparing him… this could’ve been avoided if we had just let him die when he was about to suicide… i was such a fool for thinking someone as psycho as him could’ve changed…” Vyffor said “Its also ok, i get that you wanted to end it the peaceful way”, he suddenly heard a familiar roar, he heard Nidhogg “Hi Nidhogg….” He said with a small smile, “Vyffor! Thanks god you’re ok! You had me worried, despite our tense relationship….” He looked behind him to see Kayna, “Maybe you aren’t that scary as i saw you when i was younger, you know?” Vyffor said, Kayna said “I’ll take it as a compliment…”

The end

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wait i love ilaw actuslly hes so little guycore. tell us more

EEEEE HIIII . im so glad u asked abt him cuz for the past week or so ive been frothing at the mouth thinking about him and his little gaggle of freaks . tho tbh he is Not really little guy and moreso shadow the hedgehog but in sky:cotl form. its hilarious and i hate him (affectionate)

however unfortunately im one of those people who if i dont know everything there is to know about the lore of a media im super into i just start making stuff up . and sky is one of those occasions . so bare with me

so starting off explaining some sky:cotl lore for those that know absolutely nothing about it . basically . in the lore, wayyy before you (the player) exist , the world of sky was prosperous and full of life and everything was running smoothly like silk butter

but eventually a corrupt fella came around and became a dictator and ruined everything for everyone, dark dragons began to show up and basically strip everyone of their light (which turns them to stone or just straight up kills you)

so (starting to make things up from here on out bcus im not sure if its true to canon or not), when the darkness started to fall, the wasteland elder was at the frontlines of the war that ended up happening, and got sealed away like all the other elders after the war was lost but not killed completely.

ilaw was a high ranking soldier under the wasteland elder and considered them one of his greatest friends (totally not in a gay way) , and it was hard to ever find them apart

ilaw tried to protect his elder (i use the name 'tsadi' for the wasteland elder even though thats confirmed not canon, i still like that its a thing thats in the wiki and its a nice name) tsadi, but ended up failing

tsadi gave light to ilaw so he could continue going on and fighting the war (well. moreso 'run away and save yourself',) but ilaw didint want to leave tsadi behind, and ended up falling right before tsadi did

fast forward to current day (like. hundreds or thousands of years in the future, im unsure how long of time had passed between the shattering and current day in sky), a colleague of ilaw that was revived finds him and offers him light so he isnt trapped anymore

cue ilaw having a massive identity crisis about the fact he fucked up and did not keep himself safe like tsadi wanted OR keep tsadi safe , and failed his duties to keep his people safe in general

so he ends up spending mostly ALL of his time in wasteland, brooding over the fact that pretty much everything is different now and everyone he used to know is either dead or missing

bcuz of this though , he ends up meeting a moth (what people call "new players") there, after saving them from a krill (dark dragon). this of course causes said moth to become attached at his heel and they never leave after that. accidental moth adoption

it helps him heal somewhat, because for awhile he was very closed off and secluded and would only really talk to his colleague, or others that he considered close friends (which. at the time after his revival, wasnt very many)

eventually, said moth heads back to wasteland after building up the courage and makes it through. though, when she returns, they tell ilaw that they saw tsadi there in the temple. it does make him go into shock for awhile and for a bit after that he doesnt head back into the wastelands due to immense terror. 💔 aand the healing process restarts

so. lots of war trauma and gay longing and tragedy . ive cried over these idiots a few times and i love them to death .

but i do have a couple more small facts about ilaw ! or other thoughts i had written down ect ..

he finds the skykids of current day a tad bit annoying right after he gets revived but eventually softens because the hustle and bustle is comforting . something something lots of background noise so he doesnt have to think about his own problems

i also often imagine him easily beating the shit out of the krill in wasteland . but he wouldnt attempt that in current day because i doubt he trusts himself not to get fucked up again plus hes too busy thinking about tsadi

just. sits utop the crumbled forts and grumbles to himself while imagining himself beating up krill . hes literally shadow the hedgehog but in sky form . if he knew what kinning was he would kin that guy