#or cold take rather but okay XD

[letoasai]

dp x dc 2 Mother Gotham

 I had... zero intention of continuing this.... and i still.. have zero intention of continuing... lol i don’t know how this part 2 happened XD Please enjoy or feel free to take it   ~

Part 1      Master List  Constantine stared. 

He’d had very, very little time to learn everything he thought he needed to know about the Ghost King through his contacts and as an adult, he didn’t like what he’d heard so far. He might not be the most responsible bloke but damn it, he wasn’t okay with a fourteen year old taking on so much pressure after what was likely a traumatic death. 

He learned very little other than how young he was, how well liked he was, and how he’d not only earned the respect of many ancients, but befriended them. A good section of his contacts refused to answer any questions about him at all, stating at they didn’t want to cause trouble for the king. 

It was commendable but fucking frustrating. He had to find his boy and his sister and take them to both Lady Gotham and Batman. He’d had a headache all night. 

Constantine wasn’t a stranger to the occult, not by a long shot. He was rather the Justice League’s resident expert, but his lack of knowledge surrounding Amity Park was inexcusable. He had no idea how an entire town went unnoticed but he was going to find out. 

The amount of liminals in one place was ridiculous but he’d have to actually go there to gather more information on these teenagers. As things were, he was waiting at the Gotham welcome Center at the appointed time and was always startled by the amount of activity there. People coming and going. Gothamites were unfazed by the gloom of the city and newcomers were often transfixed by their first taste of a city that harbored so many curses. 

Few were able to understand that it was Lady Gotham stretching her non-corporeal limbs. 

He’d only been there an hour, and he had no description of these teenagers. He should have just asked Bruce. The man had probably somehow already tracked down everything on these kid right down to their favorite colors, but he hadn’t honestly thought he’d need anything like that. Turns out... he was right.

Constantine had just lit another cigarette when the room got cold. He glanced around the room, eyes zeroing in on a hooded figure, a NASA logo printed across the front. He slid up to a vending machine, pushing a dollar in and punching in the numbers for whatever snack he wanted. 

The kid was so unassuming. He could have been any random teenager. The strangest thing about him was that he had a thermos dangling off his belt and stars had been drawn on his shoes in what looked like marker. 

He bent to pick up his snack, but when he turned, he was already pinning Constantine with a stare. 

He wasn’t used to a kid being the one to pick him out in a crowd, but this one…well… Constantine wasn’t about to question his qualifications as royalty. When Constantine did nothing, the teens head cocked to the side in confusion. It was a far too long moment where they did nothing but stare at one another from across the room. 

The staring contest was broken when a red headed young woman exited the nearby bathroom and slid up behind her brother, a hand on his shoulder and a question on her lips. She was definitely liminal, and not as human as they both likely had been once. Not that that mattered to him. It was just one more piece of information to file away for later. The Ghost King silently nodded in his direction, and now there were two piercing gazes in his direction.

 There was something about the sister he couldn’t put his finger on but it would be a bloody cold day in hell before he purposely pissed her off. She was definitely the type to be her brothers keeper, and someone with that kind of sway over the Ghost King was no one to fuck around with. 

He inhaled once more, enjoying the smoke filling his lungs before he hauled himself off the bench he’d been occupying to head towards them. 

“Welcome to Gotham. I’m your one man welcoming committee.” He greeted.

 “Who sent you?” The redhead asked. 

“Got a name?” The Ghost King asked right after. 

They were paranoid, but he didn’t blame them for that. Whatever had them running likely wasn’t friendly. The boy's eyes were rimmed with dark circles and there were bruises along his jaw and neck. His sister wasn’t injury free either. She was holding one of her arms to her chest. Possibly a dislocated shoulder or elbow. “John Constantine. Member of the Justice League Dark.” 

He never would have introduced himself like that normally but he was dealing with a King and well... spooked kids. 

“Dark?” The brother and sister exchanged a look. 

Constantine grunted. “We deal with the magical nasties and what not. I was summoned to Gotham to greet you, Majesty.” 

The Ghost King didn’t wince, but there was a tick to his jaw.  “Danny.” He corrected. “This is my sister, Jazz.” 

“Who was it who summoned you?” Jazz asked, her good arm wrapped around one of her brother’s. 

Constantine nodded to Danny. “His mother. Dunno your full story, but i was led to believe this was your actual mother.” 

Danny’s lips pinched. “That is what Clockwork said…” He muttered to his sister who nodded, though she didn’t look overly trusting. 

“And you have no connection to the GIW?” She bulldozed right through. 

Constantine’s eyes narrowed. “Bloody fuck is that?” 

They exchanged another look. “The Ghost Investigation Ward.” 

“The fuck?” He inhaled again, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth. “What’s their problem?” 

Danny’s brows lowered, a soft, quiet, and mostly certainly deadly sort of anger in that look. “Hunting and experimenting on my people for sport.” 

Constantine tsked, but it did nothing to truly betray how pissed off that made him. “Sounds like a couple of pretenders messing around in my neck of the woods. Thanks for the tip. I’ll be looking into that.” He paused to pull out his cell phone and make a note of them. “No, I’m a right bastard for sure but meddling with the Infinite Realm is a major no-no.”

The Ghost King’s ire lessened somewhat, but the faint glow to Jazz’s eyes hadn’t yet waned. “Why were you picked to escort us?” 

“Probably because i’m one of few around that could hear the call. Your mother has been making arrangements for the both of you. I’ll take you to her first and then to where you’ll be living.” They weren’t a very trusting pair, but he had to assume they had every reason to be cautious. 

Danny finally heaved a sigh and took his sister’s hand. “Fine. It’s a leap but only a lunatic would claim to be in the Justice League when they weren’t.”

 Constantine didn’t react to that, he didn’t want to worry the kid about how many lunatics there actually were. The laugh he’d have over this kid looking like Wayne adoption bait would have to wait. 

“Besides, one wail will take out a good chunk of Gotham, so i’m sure you won’t do anything stupid.” Danny continued. 

“Noted…” Constantine said dryly. He was getting shitfaced tonight. 

~

 Danny rather liked Gotham. Sure he’d barely seen any of it but the ambient ectoplasm was more than enough to sustain him. There weren’t many people who could say that kind of thing energized them but Danny sure could. Jazz could to a lesser extent. It was almost like home, except hopefully less volatile. 

Constantine showed them to his car that smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and magic and took off with them. He didn’t even seem to mind Danny opening and eating his bag of chips. He knew Jazz wasn’t in a trusting mood. He wasn’t either but Clockwork had told him bits about his mother. Had told him to follow his core and he’d find his mother. So far… he was satisfied with the direction they were headed. 

He stifled a yawn but tired tears sprung to his eyes anyway. He had no idea what time it was anymore. Gotham was so dark but there were people out on the street. It could have been noon or midnight and he was too lazy to even pull out his phone and check. It didn’t matter when his master plan was to get himself and Jazz somewhere safe and then sleep for hours. 

When Constantine finally pulled his car to a stop and got out, it had started to drizzle just a little. It wasn’t enough rain to even really get them wet, it was just vaguely annoying. The streets were startlingly vacant compared to the ones they’ve driven passed before and this was obviously an older section of the city. 

Having just arrived, Danny and Jazz didn’t know all the districts in Gotham yet but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this wasn’t main street. Constantine headed towards an old bridge, pieces of it having crumbled away from age but the architecture had obviously once been top tier. 

“Where are we?” Jazz asked, keeping close to Danny, her voice only just above a whisper but Constantine heard her. 

“The meeting point.” 

Danny frowned, but he held out an arm to keep his sister behind him. His core fluttered in his chest, and he recognized that something was coming. He tried to pinpoint exactly what it was but the feeling was something altogether new though it reminded him of Clockwork or Pandora. 

With a gentle wave of power, she appeared. A woman, cloaked with gargoyle like features. She could have been made of stone but she approached them cautiously. “Daneil.” She whispered, and he felt her voice wash over him with emotion. Pride. Pride. Pride. Regret. Pain. Joy. 

Confused. Relaxed. “Was that my name?” he asked. He’d been so terribly small when the Fenton’s had caught him but he could see how his name could have gotten twisted around at some point. “Are you…?” 

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. 

“This is Lady Gotham.” Constantine said, probably for Jazz and Danny’s benefit. 

She moved, fazing in and out of existence and stopping just out of reach. “Son…” she whispered, the emotion nearly dropping him to his knees. All of her attention was on him. When was the last time he’d had that from a parental figure? 

Danny stared back at her, her green eyes so familiar. He reached up to touch his cheek under his own blue eyes. It was a wonder she could even recognize him. Sure he felt the same but he was half human. Half alive. That didn’t matter to her? 

Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. 

Danny exhaled shakily, falling into his shift. The rings of light circled around his middle before spreading out and revealing his ghost half. White hair topped with a black crown and green eyes matching the spirits. 

Constantine cursed softly under his breath, taking several steps away. 

“Oh, don’t be a wuss.” Jazz chuckled. “He’s not after you.” 

“Not taking any chances with all that,” he said. 

Danny couldn’t help his faint smile at that. “Daneil.” Lady Gotham reached out slowly, cupping his face. She didn’t feel like stone for all she looked like it. She was cool to the touch and he wondered what her core was. She felt familiar. Like he’d met her before. That made sense if she were his mother but after all this time, there was this connection that clicked into place.

 I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Lost you. Lost you. 

Here now. Here now. “It’s okay.” Danny muttered, barely even registering that the bruises on his face were disappearing. “It’s not your fault.” He dared to move, stepping into her space to hug her. She trilled in affection, holding him tightly while Danny chirped his automatic response. When was the last time Maddie had hugged him? 

Jazz could make him purr or chirp in affection but had his parents ever? He’d known Lady Gotham for all of a handful of minutes and already he felt safe in her haunt. It was far safer than his in Amity. 

Welcome. Welcome. Missed you. Missed you. “Daneil.” She said his name like a prayer. Voice quiet but filled with affection. 

“Guess i’m staying here for a while.” He muttered, his core humming. He pulled away from the hug, silently wondering if he’d ever grow horns or something like Lady Gotham when he glanced back over at his sister. She was waiting patiently, still cradling her arm. He’d managed to pop it back into it’s socket but it was terribly tender. “What do you think?” 

“I’m staying if you’re staying.” Jazz said simply. 

“Good child.” Lady Gotham whispered. She vanished from in front of Danny and reappeared next to Jazz. Thank you, Thank you. Thank you. 

Jazz couldn’t always make out the words in emotions but she felt them all the same. Her smile was warm. “He’s my little brother. I love him. I had to come along.” 

She hadn’t. She could have lived a normal life. She could have left him behind. She didn’t have to act as his shield when their parents found out about him. She didn’t have to but she did. She’d never abandoned him. 

Welcome. 

“We’ll figure it out, Jazz. Promise.” 

Lady Gotham reached slowly, taking Jazz’s hands. Thank you. Her immense power shifted again and Jazz gasped in surprise. Danny raised a brow but grinned at the drop of Gotham’s power that flowed into his sister. It sped her healing up, taking away the ache in her arm. He guessed Jazz would become a stronger liminal than she already was. 

Constantine cursed again. “This just doesn’t happen…” he muttered. 

Danny could tell though, his mother was amused. 

“Jasna.” Lady Gotham spoke clearly, pleased with herself. 

“Wait… what?” Jazz looked confused, trying to read the emotions that were being sent to her. It was a mouthful, and amounted to… The sister of my son is also mine. 

“Renamed by an ancient…” Constantine was shaking his head, pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket. Names were powerful… you couldn’t just hand them out… But he was not about to argue with Lady Gotham. 

Danny snickered. “You can still keep your nickname, Jazz.” He felt… calm. He was happy to be here. He liked Gotham because it was safe and his mother was here and everything suddenly felt like it would be okay after all. He and Jazz could start over. 

“Jasna…” Jazz repeated, testing it out. “Thank you.” After everything that had happened.., she could use a mother figure.

Lady Gotham seemed so satisfied. She turned back to Danny, hugging him again, even the wings on her arms fluttered with delight to have her child back. 

My son. My son. 

Danny smiled, wondering if it was like this for all ghost children when their parents were near. He’d have to call Ellie and have her swing by to see if she felt the same way he did. “We’ll figure everything out…” He paused and looked back at Constantine. “You were taking us somewhere else too?” 

“Yeah.” He was flicking his lighter on and off, likely considering another smoke. “Lady Gotham is entrusting you to someone who will also have a hand in keeping you safe. She hand picked him and everything.” 

“We just need an apartment… and…” Jazz frowned a little. They’d talked about it a little and Danny had hated the idea of his sister giving up on school for even a week. 

“Not necessary.” Constantine said dryly. “You’ll be fine.” 

“Where…are we going exactly?” Danny asked, looking at his mother again. He was so strangely pleased that they had the same eyes. 

She laughed, actually laughed. He felt her excitement in her bones. She pointed up into the air and only a few beats later, the bat signal was spread across the sky, glowing against the smog and clouds. 

“That’s…” Jazz blinked, who could have planned for this? 

“No way.” Danny stared at the glowing signal. Everyone knew what that meant. He looked to Constantine again who only nodded his confirmation. His mother was still laughing, enjoying the moment. “We’re staying with Batman!?” ~~ ~~

I really didn’t intend to continue this, i’m not sure it’ll happen again. I have no confidence in writing for the Batfam. If anyone is interested, go for it. 

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[factual-fantasy]

27 asks/walls of text where I ramble about FNAF <XDD

@ninaandthegames

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭😭💗💗

@taizarack

Actually I have 2 swap AUs. A true swap and a partial swap. In the partial swap, only Chica and Freddy switch places with Foxy and Bonnie respectively. The rest of the characters and world are slightly altered because of this change, but otherwise the story continues as normal. With Gregory coming to the Pizzaplex and the overall back story of the AU remaining the same.

Meanwhile in the true swap, which I haven't drawn yet.. everyone is paired with someone and swaps places with them. Freddy and Bonnie swap, Chica and Foxy swap, Roxy and Monty swap, even DJ and DA swap. And most importantly, Gregory and Vanessa swap. Which means that everyone's role and design are completely swapped.

And this means that Gregory is the adult sus security guard, and Vanessa is the scared little child living in the basement.. 👀👀

@jackal-lantern

I'm glad you like my Octonauts and submas stuff! :DD I was actually just thinking about Ingo and Emmet funnily enough XD I've been considering finally committing and playing Legends: Arceus, so that I can learn more about that world and Ingo. Also so that I could come back with more knowledge about the twins and make a proper AU :00

@ash-attxck

Thank you for asking first! And as long as it isn't directly taking my idea, then yeah that sounds fine to me! :}}

That would be cool yeah! :0

@toaster-os

To be completely honest, the multiple arms thing is mostly just a running joke <XD

But also magically growing a 3rd arm when ever I need it is very convenient XDD

@voids-call

That's a good question, hmm.. Well, I guess I'll go in order.

Gregory's fears cant really be revealed for lore reasons, but Freddy's can. Freddy has a lot of fear surrounding Gregory. He fears for Gregory's safety, his health.. but most of all, he's afraid of the others finding about about Gregory. If the others found out about him, surly they'd call security, right? If that happens Gregory would be taken away by Vanessa. Which would destroy Freddy..

Now Chica, Roxy, Monty, Foxy and Bonnie don't.. really have a #1 biggest fear that I can point out exactly.. or at least I cant think of any atm..

But DJMM? He doesn't have a biggest fear per se, but he is worried sick about the Daycare attendant. He hasn't seen him in months by this point. And no one has really told him anything straight. He has no idea why he's been gone for so long and if he's okay or not.. :(

And DA's biggest fear is definitely being caught in the dark. He knows very well that something is wrong with him and that he doesn't act like himself when in his moon mode. So he is terrified of the dark and does everything in his power to avoid it..

@andysalleyway

I do know of monster high actually! :00 I think its pretty neat, I've seen a lot of dolls being customized by Dollightful on YouTube. I highly recommend her! (Totally not a Dollightful advertisement XDDD)

(Post in question)

Thank you so much! :DD I'm a bit late to respond to this ask <XD But I'm all better now. My cold is gone and my leg healed up nicely :}}

And the cones name is Cody! :D

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Post in question)

Monty and Roxy do look different in this AU, although they still run the Golf course and Raceway respectively.

As for the bots meeting their other selves.. I image swap Monty would be rather surprised by his counter parts severe temper. OG Monty is so crushed by grief and shame that he's just constantly angry and lashing out. Also because of his shame he has closed himself off all these years which has only made his anger worse..

In the swap AU, Foxy was there for Monty. They became best friends and really helped each other through the grief and pain. Foxy helped Monty with his anger and in present day he's a really mellow person. Just sore with grief but not angry.

Meeting the others as well, OG Bonnie would be surprised by how.. mean his swapped form is.

Swapped Bonnie comes off as a real jerk. If you try to talk to him he'll either just stand there with a vacant stare and refuse to look at or talk to you. Or he'll be short and rude with you and just overall have a vibe that says "I don't want to talk to you, leave me alone". After every performance he just sneaks off to his room and stays there all night. If anyone tries to talk to him about coming out of his room more often or engaging with the group, he just snaps back. Telling them to leave him alone. His and Foxy's friendship has greatly suffered in this AU..

OG Bonnie would be floored by this version of himself. Bonnie would never speak to his friends like that. He would never brush them off if they were standing outside his door in tears. Begging to just talk to him. He couldn't believe the way his other self was acting..

But the thing is, Swapped Bonnie is just under an extreme amount of stress and pressure. He is an Animatronic that was designed only for smaller groups and a more quiet environment. He is a naturally slow animatronic and has a really relaxed personality. The only times he would be put on stage in front of a big crowd is every few weeks or so when the band would do a big performance together. Then right after it was back to the slow and relaxed bowling ally..

But after Freddy's accident, he was put on stage in Freddy's place. Bonnie is now on stage every day. Huge crowds, lights, noise, constantly on the move, go go go, noise noise noise- Bonnie come do this- Bonnie take this picture- Bonnie sing these 3 songs- Bonnie move that- Bonnie come over here- Bonnie sing happy birthday- Bonnie its time for another performance- Like-- it never ends!!

So whenever Bonnie has the time, he just completely shuts down. If he has a 5 minute break to just stand here? He's going to stand completely still and not do or say anything. If he gets to go to his room, he's going to turn off the lights and sit in complete silence for as long as he can. Any time anyone tries to talk to him he just pushes them away. The last thing he wants to do in his free time is more talking, more processing, more movement. He just wants to be where its dark and quiet..

Swap Bonnie is being pushed to his absolute processing limit, every. single. day. If you were constantly being overwhelmed and pushed beyond your limit every single day, for years? Well you'd probably be a grump and just wants some peace and quiet too..

I could go on with the others, but these paragraphs are already super long- <XD Maybe in another ask if anyone is interested!

@random-entity-363

In the OG au and the Partial swap AU, Sun and Moon are the same person. There are no separate animatronics or separate personalities. The "bug" just only really seems to effect DA when he's in his moon costume. And in the Partial swap, no it doesn't effect his Sunny side..

Although in the true swap? It might actually switch and effect his sunny side instead.. 👀👀

Foxy! :}}

@pinkbomb08

I have fully recovered from my cold, thank you! :} And you got it right! Foxy is Gregory's favorite character and he takes Freddy's role in protecting him :}}

@mr-damian-s-power

:DD Thank you so much!! I would like to come back sometime and do a deeper dive into the Wario bros. I had so many ideas for them that I never got around to.. <:/

@k-art8901

Bibi is a boy! :}

Aw, comparing yourself to people you perceive as better isn't going to help you feel better.. <:( Just keep trudging on with your own work and you'll improve over time. I believe in you! :}}

@joeyjambo122

Oh yeah, I've seen Bluey alllll over the place XD It seems like a really wholesome show! I've seen a lot of clips and art of it, although I haven't really gotten into it or watched it myself. My go to pre-school type show is Octonauts <XD

Maybe someday! :}}

:DD Thank you so much! Maybe I'll come back around to it sometime! :}}

@ur0neand0nly

0___o; Well uhh... so here's the thing about Paani. No offence to anyone who likes him, but personally? I reeeeeaaaaalllly don't like Paani. :x

The first episode just gave me a really sour taste in my mouth. And I just haven't been able to like him since 😅

I have intentions to add him to my Octonauts stuff in the future. But what I plan to do is re-write/make an AU about above and beyond which involves uh.. removing everything I don't like about it.. Including Paani. :x

I mean he'll still in it!-- But my AU will completely rewrite his character and remove all the things that people criticize him for. He will basically be Paani 2.0, and will be a completely different character... I feel bad for wiping his personality clean off my AU, but maaaaan I just cant like Paani, sorry! 😭😭

@hexyz09

I might not be understanding the question here, so my apologies-

My Gregory and canon Gregory are very different characters for a few reasons. For one, I completely rewrote the events of the game so they did not experience the same things while at the Pizzaplex.

I also made up a backstory for my Gregory that justifies him being more shy and skittish then canon Gregory seems to be.

I also didn't like how evil/gremlin-ly Gregory is in canon/fanon. So I thought screw it, I don't like canon/fanon Gregory being a lil turd, so I'm just going to make my own Gregory that acts the way I want him to <XD

@flowers-on-my-eyes

XD Aw, that's a nice idea. But poor Bonnie might be embarrassed to have a hook put on his stubby arm. It might just make him look tacky and draw more attention to it. Poor Foxy might have to keep his hook for now :x

You know, Bonnie likely did have a few custom bowling balls made just for him. But who knows where they are now.. Rockstar row? Somewhere in the bowling ally? In a box in the basement somewhere? They may never know.. :(

@euanpc

Aww!! That's so cute! Wet floor cone buddy for the win!!! 💗💗

Thank you! 😎😎😎

[slashingdisneypasta]

I need more Norman Nordstrom. That man is fine asf. I’ll gladly give him a baby as long as he keeps breeding me🫢🫠

Anon you caught me at the exact right moment XD I'm cold and I required something to warm me up XD

I'm warm now.

~

Norman Nordstrom x AFAB!SelfProclaimedSlut!Reader || Drabble

Plot: A sneak peak into a confirmed sluts regular hook up with the lonely old man down the street.

Warnings: Unprotected Smut. Use of 'Mr Nordstrom' rather then Norman. Creampie. And breeding (Its Norman, what do you expect). Unedited.

You always love visiting Mr Nordstrom down the street. His place was private without the stresses of your family, or work. Whenever you were there it almost felt like you were in your own little world with the old man, and no one else could get into it. Mr Nordstrom himself, was... always quiet. But you knew he liked the company; he didn't say it but you could tell. The more you came to visit, the more demanding he became of your presence.

Its cold outside these days but in here, hidden away in Mr Nordstrom's warm house on his cosy old couch by the crackling wood fire, you feel comfortable and toasty. Even the tips of your toes. Even the tips of your ears.

You're so lovely and warm now, you don't mind him taking off your pants all the way and dropping them to the floor.

With a grunt, he sinks himself all the way into you and you feel all your problems really drift away.

Sighing, you sink back into the worn cushions and take the dirty fucking with lazy pleasure. The greedy plunging thrusts, the slightly-too-big cock filling you up and stretching you out, anticipating the real fill later on- he never wears a condom; Mr Nordstrom.

You always loved visiting Mr Nordstrom- especially since the first time you let the lonely, hot old man hit it. At first it was out of pity, you considered it a good deed (A sluts job is never done (; XD Some may call you immoral- but you do nothing but good deeds! Thats what you do.), but then he fucked you so good you couldn't stop thinking about it, even at work (His hard thrusts, his larger then average size, the surprising stamina for a man his age, and the way he played skillfully with your clit when he was good and ready to cum- taking you over the edge right with him right when he wanted to), and you had to come back. This time, you begged him.

Now Mr Nordstrom is a very regular hook up of yours. Coming here, having a glass of wine with the old timer and then touching him was one of your favourite things to do. Especially when he felt like touching you back.

Like tonight- he was all over you from the moment you got in. You barely made it of the snow and through the door before he had you pinned to the wall with his mouth attached to yours; sucking your tongue into his mouth and feeling up your sides with his large hands. Hands you knew had killed. He was real pent up... but you made him wait. I'm cold, you said with a teasing smirk he could hear in your voice. Lemme warm up first and then we can get started, okay?

He had grumbled, but lead you to the living room where he had a fire already built (explaining how he could be in just a pair of grey sweatpants.) and the touch of the heat immediately made you sigh as you settled on the couch and asked him how his day had gone.

Frustrating. He complained, sitting down in his arm chair, that throaty voice of his and the sight of his clear outline in those tin sweatpants lighting you up inside. There was also a wet patch, so you were able to figure just how frustrating it had been.

You were frustrated from work all day... he was clearly frustrated from trying to jerk off all day and coming up 0 for 0.

Now he proves how badly he needed your hot cunt today, holding himself above you and pounding his hips into yours over and over; driving your ass into the couch and slipping a big killing hand up your shirt and squeezing a tit hard. When you give in fully, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drive in deeper, grind himself directly into your sloppy, slutty wet cunt, he gives a growl of approval. His mouth finds its way up from your collar bone, over the curve of your throat, and to your lips. Kissing you deeply again, like the dirty old soldier has never wanted anyone so badly.

The hand thats not under your shirt, eagerly taking turns rubbing and squeezing each of your pretty tits, trails down your leg to hook under your knee and unwraps it from his hip; guiding it upwards towards the ceiling. Now he he hammers your cunt, his cock absolutely covered in wetness and a squelching sound clear in the air coming from you every time he cracks his hips into you.

And you can just take it; lay there and accept the nasty dicking down you're getting for your Friday night. You love it.

When you can no longer kiss for needing to breath, you can hear Norman panting above you and you crack your eyes open to watch him. Smirk. Tell him you're *pant* *pant* cute.

Another growl comes straight out of his throat and he shakes his head, before the hand that was holding your leg up grazes back down your calf and your thighs straight for your pussy. And- god- as soon as he starts to fiddle with your clit; rolling his fingers around it slowly at first but picking up in speed, you cant help how your back arches into him.

Finally Mr Nordstrom buries himself into your used hole one final time and releases his seed as deep inside you as he can.

You always loved visiting Mr Nordstrom.

[sevi007]

Tales of the Abyss playthrough, the partest of the 26th or something

Look I gotta make this a little engaging somehow when I push everything under the cut

What a way to wake up! Well I guess Luke was not really asleep per se, he was piggy-backing in Asch's body, so like. He is still right there in the adrenaline-rush

*whisper* Omg give me a HD anime version of this to put as a wallpaper this is pretty

Argh. I know Luke is as pushy as always, but she got a point, I was in there right along with him about to go "hurry hurry!" - but I guess we need a plan first XD

Where's the next elevator to the Outer Lands for example?

Mep. Let me hug the boy please. Guy is coming for you Luke! And - now that I think about it, Tear stayed here!

(She still got a point, sadly. He does not really think on his own. Can't blame him, but it's true.)

Oh wait luke is having an epiphany I will shut up

THE WAY I GASPED - okay deep breath, deep breath. Did you know, I didn't have any idea why there were pictures of long-haired AND short-haired Luke on the internet? Even in the opening? I assumed he would get a makeover, maybe to separate himself from Asch yea, but didn't know when or why.

This is SUCH a great reason!

Wait let me - I'm gonna nerd out here for a bit, and I don't know how right I am with this, but I think in more modern Japanese culture, hair cutting is a symbol of turning over a new leaf, leaving the past being or something like that. And even if I remember that wrong, it still shows that Luke wants to step out of the shadow of what he was meant to be a - a mere replica of Luke / Asch fon fabre - and his own person. Such a great way to show that!

As for the conversation. It might seem like Tear is being harsh here, and I did say "OUCH" a few times over the dialogue because it just - is a big ouchy - but she is doing the right thing here. She is facing Luke in a way he has to get used to a bit, because people won't instantly trust him anymore, they will question him, he has to stand firm and resolute and use his head from now on! She is pointing out very important things he sooner or later will have to work through and work with, and it is a good thing she is there to teach him this. Also, she does recognize that he is trying and taking important steps - look at the face she makes after the haircut - and she does not want him to suffer, that's why she is rather cold when she points out that he talks about dying too easily, because she does not want him to!

HAH my boy is growing so quickly now. I'm a proud mom now.

Also we really need to clean that hair length up, it looks a bit silly right now XD

Gonna cut this short before tumblr can go harping on me about the maximal number of pictures per post -

@magicmetslogic

@ahsokaisawesome

[youaremycosmo]

《my cutest psychopath》 taemin x reader scenario

Em, first thing - i don't know what i just wrote. It's definitely sth different ^^ Second thing - all inspired just from this photo, actually fiancé Taemin is supposed (you can imagine him as you want ofc) to look like in 2017-2018, but gosh this gaze?? Third thing - if some of you are waiting for smut from me, not worthy at all XD Word count// 974 words (such a shortie)

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin just after your wedding turns out to be a well-hidden psychopath who wants to have you all for himself. But not in real life.

Genre// fluff (?)

Warnings// um, handcuffing, dominance MASTERLIST

It was supposed to be the most pleasant morning in your life. 

The first morning no longer as a fiancée, but as a wife.

Lee Taemin's wife.

It sounded so... unreal. After all those long years, so satisfying and exciting.

You slowly opened your eyes, expecting either a kiss on your forehead and him asking with a hoarse voice if his love was up already, or his handsome face, still deep in sleep.

But you definitely didn't expect this.

- Eh? - you glanced at your hands, placed unnaturally upwards. Were those... handcuffs? Strapped to the bed...? What...?

With an uncomprehending look, you tried to move your legs, but they turned out to be tied too, preventing you from moving.

What the actual hell...?

Your breath suddenly deepened, trying to remember last evening while staring at the bed in nerves. Did somebody kidnap you? Or dropped something in your drink?

Finally, your attention turned to the man who was sitting across from you. 

Taemin, your husband, just sat in a huge armchair, his hands behind his neck, with a face deep in thought.

His eyes, now sharp and piercing, were so different from the warm and loving ones you saw every day.

He didn't speak. Not a word. He just stared. Like a complete stranger. 

- Taemin, what is this? - you said with slight panic, tugging on the cold metal once more. - Why are you sitting there? Free me... Is this some kind of joke? Very funny - you rolled your eyes, as usual, unable to understand his rather specific humor.

But he didn't smile. His face didn't move even an inch.

- Taemin-ah - you raised your voice, trying to correct your position a little. Unfortunately, those handcuffs didn't give you a chance to do that, moreover you could feel how they encroached your wrists causing slight pain.

- I wonder what to do with you, wifey - his deep voice finally cut the air, while his dark eyes moved over your body. This lack of any emotion slowly felt terrifying.

- What a stupid question, take it off from me - you said impatiently, struggling even more. - Okay, we had a laugh, but I feel like peeing... - you groaned, hoping that this would end this stupid joke. Taem never was the best when it came to spice things up, but that wasn’t even entertaining. 

- You're my wife now, so… - he finally changed position, resting his elbows on his tights. You search for any signs of amusement in this gaze, but without any success. - I think it's impossible, when you’re talking to me like that. 

- What is impossible? - you furrowed your eyebrows, disbelieving what you saw and heard. Cold shiver just came along your spine. - Taemin, I need to use the bathroom - you empathized, wanting this strange roleplaying to end.

- I'll consider it if you ask nicely - he replied, showing his extraordinary satisfaction with what he said.

Finally he smiled, but it wasn’t so bright anymore. He clearly derived pleasure putting you in this state, all vulnerable and not able to do anything without his help.

- My wife will ask me for everything now. And if you disobey... you'll spend a lot of time in this position - he shrugged as if it was completely normal. 

Silence. 

There was a long silence in which you wondered if he couldn’t notice you didn’t enjoy it or it was all… serious. You slowly raised your eyes to him again. The air in the room was suddenly suffocating.

Did you... just marry a psychopath? But... Taemin was never like this. He was always... okay, he was always jealous. Maybe a little restrictive. Could he hide for half of his life just to…

- You're mine. Completely mine. Isn't it wonderful? No way out here... - his happy voice melted somewhere in your head, while he stood up, coming to you. 

⋆୨୧⋆

- Wake up, sleeping princess - you heard his lovely voice, while he kissed your cheek like every morning. You groaned loudly in your pillow, wanting to prolong this sleepy state, especially when it was your free day. 

But then you opened your eyes widely and suddenly raised to a sitting position, causing Taem to almost fell off from the bed. You carefully stared at everything near you, searching for things you saw in your dream.

- I know you don’t like waking up, but this was… extraordinary - Tae laughed, sitting again on the bed in a safe place. - You could just say you want 5 minutes more - he pouted a little, reaching to the bedside table for a large mug, probably with coffee.

But you stared at Tae with a lot of caution, even as he tried to hand it to you.

- Something's wrong? - he tilted his head, frowning.

- I... I had a strange dream, you know? - you ruffled your messy hair even more. - I kind of… woke up and… - you bit your lip before saying it out loud. - You were a… psychopath… I… guess…

- Me? Psychopath? - Taemin giggled, leaning on his hand. His eyes were so attentive, like you just said the funniest joke in your life. - What, have I tried to eat you?

- Eat me? - now you tilted your head, not understanding anything.

- Well, if I had to do something to you, I'd probably eat you. You're so adorable sometimes - he laughed even harder, leaning to you and biting the tip of your nose delicately. - But... I would be sad then, who would kiss me? - he asked more to himself, puffing his cheeks.

You chuckled to yourself, staring at him. Taemin definitely couldn't be a psychopath, he was too cuddly for that.

[rachi-roo]

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Buddies Daddies: Play your cards right

Hi ho, peepo! This is the first tiggle fic I've written in quite some time, forgive me if I'm a little rusty dusty with my wording or if it's too long XD

Tw: Tiggles

Summary: TK fic. Switch roles.

Miri and her two fathers are trying to enjoy a game on a rainy day but Rei's lack of smiling needs to be fixed!

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Saturday came once again for the oddly bound family of three. Two hit-men and their adopted daughter.

Today was special, special because there was nothing special. Kazuki and Rei had no jobs scheduled and of course, Miri didn't have any preschool to attend. Unfortunately, on this day they all had spare, it was pouring rain outside, so that ruled out any chances of visiting the park or even going for a walk. Stuck inside together, all day.

But that was okay! There were plenty of activities to keep all three occupied.

"Papa! Papaaa!" Rather, whatever interesting-looking item little Miri found that might get them to play with her.

"Papaaaaa!" The excited young girl rushed to find her fathers, clutching a small box to her chest. The two men sat in the lounge, the blonde sat at the dining table, using his free time to check up on various parenting techniques online while the other sat staring vacantly at his video game on the couch.

"Look! Look!" The girl batted at Kazukis leg with the box she had found, wanting him to take it.

"Hey, what you got there? Huh. Uno? I haven't seen this in a long time." He chuckled, turning the box over, and reading its contents with a smile. "It's a game? Right?" Miri queried, pulling herself up onto Kazukis lap.

He petted her hair, opened the box, and showed her some of the colorful cards. "Yep. It might be a bit complicated for someone your age-"

"I wanna play! I'm big! I can play it!" The child puffed her cheeks in protest, looks like they didn't have a choice. The blonde sighed with a chuckle, closing his laptop.

"Okaaay, maybe papa Rei wants to play too." He chuckled, smirking at his roommate, who returned an un-amused glare before shaking his head in protest.

<Ten minutes later>

"BINGO!" Miri cheered, slapping down a blue seven on top of a green two. Rei gave an exasperated sigh, this kid was un-teachable.

The blonde chuckled, sitting beside the hopeless child on the floor whilst Rei refused to give up his spot on the couch. Despite the fun game the three were playing together, he was still wearing his signature 'resting bitch face'. Miri wasn't having it today.

She held up a skip-go card in her tiny hand, waving it at Rei angrily. "No more grumpy! You're banned from grumpy!"

"That's not how that works." He deadpanned, looking at Kazuki as he laughed. "Sure it is! C'mon, just give us a cheeky grin, papa Rei~" The teasing wasn't going to work, Rei just glared harder, he always hated when they made fun of his lack of smiling, it ruined his cool bad-ass aesthetic.

Miri grew more irritated, thumping her hands on the table, and scattering the cards slightly. "I want papa Rei to smile! Papa Kazukiiiii!" Kazuki looked between the two before smirking at Rei. "I think I know what to do."

Rei instantly knew what Kazuki was thinking, this was a technique that had been used on him only a few times before. An evil torture method. Quickly shifting his weight as Kazuki pounced upon him, Rei managed to pin the blonde on his back with ease. His arms were trapped by his sides as the cool-tempered assassin straddled his waist, trapping him on the couch cushions.

He struggled underneath his partner, huffing as he realised he was stuck good. "Damn it! I thought cold-blooded guys had slower reflexes."

"Very funny." A set of nimble fingers appeared from nowhere, wriggling into the stuck man's ribs through his thin shirt. The feeling made Kazuki gasp and buck his hips suddenly, letting out a strained squeak.

"Wahait! Wait wait wait! Rehehei!" His begging fell upon deaf ears as his attacker casually poked and squeezed up and down each rib.

"Stahap! Rei! Rh- C'mon!" Kazuki tugged and twisted his arms, finally managing to pull one free, an uno reverse card gripped between his thumb and finger. "Ha! Reverse card bozo!" He grinned, grabbing Rei's hoodie collar and throwing him onto the floor with a thud.

"Oh no you don't!" Rei tussled with Kazuki, grabbing his wrists, and wrestling for dominance against the oncoming tickle attack. Miri cheered Kazuki on, clapping excitedly as she jumped on the spot.

"Get him papa! Make papa Rei smile!"

"I'm trying! He's too squirmy! Move ya arms darn it!" For a split second, Rei's arms out of the way, that second was all Kazuki needed. He stuck his hands up under his victim's arms, instantly getting locked in as Rei clamped down, his cheeks puffed up as he held onto his breath. Tensing up as he tried to activate the 'I'm not ticklish' thing before it was too late.

Kazuki grinned, he had the guy right where he wanted him. "Awww, giving me the silent treatment now? Can't hold your breath forever buddy boy~" Kazuki chuckled, trying to wriggle his fingers in their snare.

Rei shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, his cheeks turning a rosey pink as the tantalising teasing got to him. He wasn't going to break. Not now. Not ever-!

"Aaaalrighty then, you've given me no choice!" Kazuki exclaimed, sucking as much air into his lungs as possible before burying his face into the crook of the dark-haired man's neck, unleashing an earth-shaking raspberry onto his vulnerable skin.

Rei's eyes shot open in shock. The gates were open and there was no going back. His head flung back, mouth agape as loud boyish laughter filled the atmosphere. Along with it came a smile. Bright and precious.

"Stahahap! Kaz! Kahahaz! G-Get the f-"

"Ah ta ta ta! No swearing in front of little Miri." Kazuki scolded, finally able to free his hands and attack Rei's unsuspecting tummy, shaking his digits into the toned abs.

"This isn't f-AHAHAIR!" His legs flailed behind Kazuki, pushing and dragging along the floor in desperate attempts to buck the blonde off. It was no use. Once the laughter started, all his strength seemed to be sapped away with each breath. No matter how much of a grip he had on Kazukis wrists, he couldn't budge them. The fuzzy sensation in his belly was his krypnonite.

"Yaaaay! Papa Rei's smile is so big!" Miri giggled as she perched on the tabletop, looking down at her flustered father's fight for freedom.

"Isn't it? He's a little sweetheart really. And now you know how to make papa Rei smile whenever you want!" Kazuki chuckled, blowing another raspberry on the poor man's neck as he desperately pushed on Kazukis shoulders.

"Stahap! Gehet offa' me! Ahaha!" This evil torture continued for only a couple minutes, which seemed like ours for Rei, when Kazuki finally let up. Looking down at his flustered, tired-out friend with a cheery grin.

A set of small hands patted Rei's dark hair as he panted, looking up to see Miri standing by his side, giggling. At least she was happy.

Rei gave one last, brief, smile at her before it faded and he turned his attention to beating Kazuki with a cushion. He hadn't been tickled like that in quite some time, but he knew there was going to be a lot more coming his way in the days to come.

And it wasn't all that bad.

[lilac-den]

Perhaps it was a dream. A dream that proved it's all too much to take on.

You woke up hurt. Feeling your bones and blood cried as if they're screaming when you tried to recover from the ground.

You're not sure what happened. But you felt like a lost soul trapped in a body that may not have been yours in the first place.

And so, you wander.

You left your chamber. You began to stroll mindlessly.

There's no one here at the moment. Just a few guards. But that shouldn't be a problem, the wind magic will carry you past them like a cold breeze too strong to handle.

And so, you kept on walking.

That's when you saw him.

And you felt your heart numbing.

—

He left his study in the castle by the time of midnight.

A few guards greeted him as he passed them, so he walked faster.

It wouldn't be annoying if he hadn't learned beforehand that at least twice out of every 10 guards would be out to get him.

Luckily nothing happened tonight. They're being careful. And so is he.

For now, two can play a game.

Until he saw her.

"Wanderer?" Maverick muttered as he approached the pale figure in a turquoise gown embroidered with faint details. "What are you doing here?"

She didn't answer, just looked at him. Or rather, somewhere on him.

He followed her gaze to his fingers. There was a small cut on them from the paper edge.

"Oh?" Not sure why, but he explained. "It's just a small cut. Don't worry."

The wanderer still wouldn't meet his eyes.

Maverick lifted the fingers of his left arm up. And just as he thought, she looked up too.

And he witnessed something that instantly teared him.

"What happened?" His tone were harsh, with worries.

She looked like someone with no attachment to life at all.

The Wanderer, is losing herself. He could feel it.

"Come on, we should...!"

Maverick couldn't move at all, as he watched. Her pale lips were pressed on those cuts. So careful, hesitantly. Like she meant to do so years ago.

"There," She smiled at him. "Now you wouldn't be hurt, Rick."

——I'm here, Rick. I'm right here.

"Your lord?"

Maverick snapped back from the sudden memories, and to his surprise, the Wanderer looked normal. Like a living person, as she should be.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

Something's not right. He figured it immediately. Something's definitely not right about the Wanderer.

And it has to do with him.

"Nothing." Maverick was lying. He didn't want to. But he couldn't help it. "Just happened to be here."

He watched as her eyebrows furrowed. "Okay...?"

"Come on. I'll take you home."

"I'm capable of taking care myself..."

Maverick turned around, perhaps a little too quickly, which was why the Wanderer slammed into his chest, and why he trapped her small frame inside of him.

He could feel her getting flustered.

"My lord, I'm so sorry——"

"Rick." He demanded.

"Pardon?"

"Call me Rick. Please."

Stop calling me as my lord. Not when we're so closed. In those dreams.

"Rick...?"

Maverick smiled. He's not sure why. But he's satisfied.

For now, those dreams can fucked off.

The Wanderer's here now. With him. Not the guy with a face almost identical to him.

He pressed a kiss to her neck. And smirked as he felt her skin warmed.

"Good girl."

——

Been thinking Maverick so here's a second snippet since last! Hope I'm not being OOC, but I do feel like Maverick would get jealous of his past self lol.

Thank you for sharing more of your lovely snippets! :3

And Maverick jealous of his past life's self...Who can say~ XD

Again, thank you for sharing your snippet! :D and ur love for the noble ice man!

[cryinginthebackseat]

hi dear,

recently your adler x bell fic from two years ago (...) caught my interest.

it literally is one of the best written cod fics there is on here, and i saw you mentioning a fifth chap in an old reply to a reblog, and im curious if youre planning on ever uploading another chapter. i think its obv very unlikely since its been so long (im desperate yall), and i totally get if you say you dont wanna keep updating it (since you might not even be interested in the game*s anymore).

also, i havent seen you mention anywhere that its finished, but after looking at your masterlist you havent tagged it as unfinished or anything.

i recently got back into black ops and there really arent enough fics xd (no matter if youre going to finish it or not, i admire your writing skills fr fr)

have a good day/night x (sorry for the paragraph) ♡

Hello, dearest nony!

Okay, first of all, I have to say I hadn't expected someone would ask me about a follow up to that fic, but here we are. Thank you so much for taking your time to read you've got more poision than sugar, by the way. Unfortunately, I've been hitting the wall with that fic for years now. I've been thinking of continuing it just for the sake of completing a multi-chapter story for once.

ALSO I KID YOU NOT, I HAD A DREAM OF MEETING ADLER SOME TIME LAST WEEK BEFORE I GOT YOUR ASK SO MAYBE IT'S A SIGN??? Either way, I'll def let you know when I've finally gathered enough muse to continue the fic. You're too kind and I hope you have a good day too~ thanks again for dropping by<333

I can share you snippets of what I'd written so far. I sincerely hope I can continue where I left off soon!

“You’re fucked.” Park and Lazar are dead and eighteen hours later the last person Adler would rather see comes to him. “We,” Adler says carefully, “are fucked.” Hudson shakes his head, sweat pooling on his forehead. Guantánamo Bay in March is a different breed of torture– heat, sun and the humidity collaborate to aggravate the whole situation they’re in. “No,” Hudson says, cold and hard. “There’s no us. It’s you. You're fucked, Russ. I warned you.”

[bookofmirth]

Are the acotar stans on drugs or why do they believe that the deer on a hoodie has any deep meanings??

"It's Elain!!" "No it's the hind!!" or hear me out... maybe it's a reference to the kids movie called Bambi? Which her kids also might like? Or... and hear me out on this one... maybe it's just f*cking hoodie that she decided to wear cause it's pretty?

I fear that these people are adults.

I've seen people say that she leaves easter eggs in her posts and NO??? SHE DOESN'T????? Literally name me ONE TIME she has left a clue for her readers in a post on Instagram. She doesn't do that??? The only thing that has ever been posted on insta relevant to a "hint" about acotar was when Josh "accidentally" posted the acotar script, and that wasn't even an easter egg, it was a big ol' news spoiler.

It's this weird thing where they think they have a parasocial relationship with sjm. The woman intentionally doesn't have any social media on her phone, she doesn't run her social media herself, she is pretty clearly being constrained in what she can and can't say by her publisher, and people think she's out here trying to leave little clues for those in the know on her posts?? Sorry, she's not speaking directly to you in a code only you can decipher XD

What would we even call this? A para-parasocial relationship? A pseudo-parasocial relationship? She leaves info and clues in her books but her Instagram page is not the place I go for evidence to come up with a whole ass theory. She isn't that kind of author or social media user.

Other reasons for that sweatshirt:

It was November, it's cold in NYC.

Like you said, she thinks it's cute

Her kids maybe have watched the movie

She likes the movie

She has other interests besides acotar??? I mean that post wasn't even about acotar, it was about hofas!!!!! She often has objects related to her other interests on her desk or around the house, which is... normal! That's normal human behavior! It's not some damn conspiracy theory or secret code.

And why would people be so okay with this quiet little "teehee" reveal instead of hearing sjm gush about how excited she is to be writing Elain's book right now? Why would people be okay with Elain's book to be introduced to the world via a sweatshirt and her love interest's pov (despite the fact that she doesn't write men front and center... lmaoooo), rather than an actual announcement and Elain's OWN POV???

This fandom is fucking exhausting. If people were just playing around and making a meme of it that would be one thing, but to take it seriously? I promise her sweatshirt is not that deep. Even if Elain's book were next, that doesn't mean there was some intentionality behind that fucking sweatshirt. Not everything is about Elain.

[katyspersonal]

🤥 LYING, ☀️SUN, 🕷️SPIDER, 🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL, 🎭 MASKS, ☁️ CLOUD for Izzy!

💢 ANGER, 😨 FEARFUL, 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL, 🌱 SEEDLING, 👑CROWN, ☁️ CLOUD for Archibald!

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

(Yeah, this ask meme is originally for OCs x) I just mentioned in the original reblog that sending asks for canon characters, especially very obscure ones was okay too!)

For Izzy:

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Izzy can lie, but doesn't want to! People mostly can't tell she's lying unless she lets them know, and she will snap and admit bullshit because of the pure discomfort. She just prefers to be direct! The one successful lie she committed to was pretending to join the League on their own terms, hiding that her true motivation was to study whatever weird "filth" Valtr was raving about and hopefully benefit from it!

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Izzy's mornings are normally long and idle, she takes her sweet time to "properly" wake up always chilling for some more time in bed, combing her hair, thinking about her dreams, then napping some more but in another spot.. After her waking up add 1-2 hours until she actually wake up for the day (unless there is emergency). When that happens, she washes her face with a cold water. She also stretches the same way cats do xD

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Izzy is, in fact, scared OF irrational people! Not something most people expect from someone so beasthood-affiliated, but Izzy has plenty of logic and reason. Dangerous people that can yet provide her a coherent idea of their reasoning and motivation like Laurence (or Micolash before his 'fanatic' era) don't bother her beyond being ideological enemies. People like Logarius, Ludwig or the Choirlings, on the other hand, put a pit in her stomach...

She conquered her fears to the point of being reasonably careful to not get herself harmed and killed and will turn tail if being shot at or threatened by a much stronger enemy without a damage for her pride. What counts as 'worst nightmare' is being bewitched by a Great One to the point of losing freedom and self, similarly to how Ludwig, Micolash and many Choirlings got charmed by their guy (well, girl). Thankfully, she is associated with Fauna the Great One beast that is more cooperative and on the contrary honours autonomy; even speaking or fighting in sync with him feels for her like it makes her more, not less.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

You should NEVER let her be aware that she is not as different from Laurence as she thinks she is. At some point Izzy does become aware and both him and Laurence are very far gone, but do NOT tell her this before she is 'ready' :')

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Izzy is rather insolent around his 'ideological enemies' and likes to troll them for a good measure when he isn't busy trying to make them THINK, very on-edge and aggressive around 'fanatic' type of enemies that scare her, both friendly and pulling the over-familiar rudeness with strangers. With friends she is very caring and understanding, even if she might be rude or abrasive without meaning to hurt them (simply very open, honest and emotional). She could not bring herself to hurt a friend even if they ditch her or straight up betray her, the worst she will do is to have a kicked puppy attitude... But her friendship is hard to earn.

He tends to give a thought to societal rejects and straight up "bad" people, not in Djura's 'we all might end up like this tho :(' kind way but in 'I believe what we hate is natural for humans' way.. This trait of his strongly accelerated ever since Healing Church started propaganda and amount of declared "heretics" increased. When Izzy crushes on someone she doesn't know what to 'do' about it and simply shows more affection to this person... She doesn't even bother with confession, let alone understanding how relationship and dating works! But when someone attracts her sexually, she will be open with her.. uhhh, compliments, let's call it that. 98% of his family memories and interactions are his father and Izzy really resents him.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Izzy was the second person that accepted Garlan (Suspicious Beggar) for who he really is, a rare person with Loran descent that was born with beastly traits lurking. First was his father, lurking as kind of a Loran Cleric but electric-leaning rather than fire. Izzy and Garlan liked having friendly fights with scratching and biting, like kittens xD Also, when Garlan devolved into a beast form, Izzy enjoyed scratching his belly :3

For Archibald:

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

He is a very pragmatic, often cynical man, taking calculated risks and only bothering investing emotions and time in "worthy" people. This can make people, even his friends, develop very negative impression of him and think he is an adaptable rat with no morals that just joins the winning side or the one useful for him. It would take time to internalise that he is more complex than this and does have a heart. People need quite a heart-to-heart, or to see him beat the shit out of someone that hurt his friend, to lessen the negative opinion unless they're basically mind-readers hahah. He also might be a bit snappy and rude when he is strongly focused on something, which is unbearable when you NEED to tell him something!

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

He tends to retreat to calm down his senses and figure an efficient way to eliminate the threat. 'Fight or flight' refers to state of anxiety transcending rational thinking and it is extremely hard to get him be like this! But if it happens, he will rather flight.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

He doesn't like to show his emotional side, that he is not always so collected and pragmatic and still has weaknesses. It is one thing to need to communicate that he does have morals and heart despite using what opportunities he has, and will cheat his principles when someone genuinely needs to be punished. But it is another thing to admit that these seized, hidden emotions can be STRONG, and that he struggles all the time.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

He witnessed a person getting struck by lightning. And not only he was fascinated, but also afterwards was a bit too eager to see the corpse with fascinating scars. He remembers both the event itself, and the reaction he received from others telling him what callous, cruel, crazy child he was. Plenty of children develop curiosity before they developed compassion and morals, and he was one of them. He still sometimes thinks back on how little he cared about that person dying before his eyes, especially since he knew him.. But at least, his interest in physics and specifically electricity got into him that day! He knew what he wanted to study since childhood, even if by such a "striking" event haha

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

He always wanted to be of help for humanity and simply be credited as progenitor of many follow-up inventions and inspiration for follow-up scientists! He knew his name would be in every book about physics... Well, due to circumstances, most of his inventions were weapons or otherwise helpful in military. He has some regrets, becoming the 'guy that invented more ways to kill' more than someone known for his inventions that would turn useful whenever Eldrich Nightmare ends. As a person, he wanted to be remembered as someone with the heart and morals despite how many deals with coincidence he HAD to make to proceed, and that can come true since he not only conducted research that was "heretical" amongst Healing Church hunters but died taking down a Vicar that was somehow even more evil than Laurence. Depends on what the descendants will think of the Healing Church!

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Paarl didn't eat or otherwise kill the guy! Archibald gave Paarl his badge because he just gave it to all his friends, and even though he never knew Paarl before beasthood he counted him as a friend as well!

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Thank you for the asks! o: Sorry I don't have new doodles of these two, just old drawings. This ask meme is extremely handy to use though wtf

[taelonsamada]

,,,, charrrrr my beloved

May I ask for soft wolf pack comfort tidbits???

This cold is kicking my ass ;-;

Absolutely my love ♥️ Putting it under a cut cause it got a bit long XD sorry it took me a while ^^;;; 🥰 🫂 ♥️

David/Angel:

“Daaavveeeeyy….”

The drawn out, nasal voice calling from the living room had David pausing, the faint smirk curling across his face safe from sight as he stood in front of the stove tending the pot of soup he’d been working on the last twenty minutes.

“Yes, Angel?” He called, turning his head just enough to look over his shoulder towards the lump of misery that lay on the couch. Knowing by this point not to rush over the instant he heard them call for him, that if something was drastically wrong, their voice would have far more tremor in it, rather than the petulant whine it currently carried.

“I need you to do me a really big favour… and not say no.”

He did his best not to roll his eyes, already aware of the direction this conversation was going, as it was the fourth time they’d had it.

“I am not going to kill you, Angel.”

“Davey, pleeeaassee…. Put me out of my misery…”

The Alpha simply shook his head, getting a bowl down out of the cupboard and ladling the homemade soup into it, giving it time to cool a bit on the tray while he gathered up a few other essentials.

“It’s not happening.”

“Meanie….”

David picked up the tray once it was fully loaded, walking over to stand beside the couch and stare skeptically down at the stuffed-nosed, sore-throated, head-aching mate of his that was bundled up in his hoodie and a thickly knitted blanket.

“Yes, I’m a terribly mean, heartless bully, wanting to keep the love of my life alive.” He agreed flatly, eyes narrowing at the starry eyed look they gave him and the broad smile they flashed, even as they sniffed loudly.

“I’m the love of your life?”

“Obviously, you menace. Now sit up, you can’t eat laying down.”

~~~

Asher/Baabe:

Babe was snapped out of the haze they’d slipped into by the loud rattling of keys in the door and soft cursing coming from the other side of it. Instinctively they wanted to get up and open the door, but their body wasn’t letting them do much more than blink without causing dizzy spells and nausea.

Luckily Asher managed to get in all on his own, letting out a soft, hushed cheer at his success and shutting the door as gingerly as he could.

“Baaaaabe…? I’m back.” He whisper-called, and they couldn’t help the weak laugh at the lengths he was going through to make as little noise as possible, hushed curses sounding from the hall as he wiggled free of his shoes and stumbled through the dim rooms, leaving as many lights off as he could. Babe watched him tiptoe into the living room, approaching the couch they were curled into the corner of with all the care of approaching a sleeping child.

He knelt down on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, and they felt gratitude swell in their chest. Obviously Asher remembered how they’d nearly thrown up when he’d flopped onto the couch beside them and bounced them around a bit too much. Smiling down at him as he settled his chin on their knee, staring up at them with loving eyes.

He gave a smile in return before digging into the bag he’d carried in. “Okay, I’m pretty sure I got everything we need.” He assured, starting to lay out all the items on the coffee table. “Migraine strength pain relief, nausea medication - and I checked, it’s safe to take both at the same time - hot and cold compresses, an ice pack in case the compresses aren’t cold enough, lots of water, a new eye mask, the granola bars you like… oh, and I found this.”

Asher perked up as he pulled out what looked like a mini rolling pin on a handle, though it looked like it was made of glass. “Apparently this is a face massager, and you can either chill it or heat it up. I figured I could massage your head after icing it, see if that helps.” He offered.

Babe stared at him, feeling tears welling up in their eyes. Which grew even worse when he saw them and shifted instantly to concern. Before he could ask what was wrong, they said to hell with the dizzy spells and leaned forward in order to kiss what was easily the best mate in the world.

~~~

Milo/Sweetheart:

“Ah - no. No buddy, it’s not for you… Yes, I know, but it doesn’t matter, it’s not for you… Don’t give me that, I know for a fact your bowl isn’t empty. Stop it. Stop with the eyes.”

Sweetheart felt their chest seize and rattle as they laughed at the full on conversation that was going on in the kitchen. Able to hear the plaintive meowing that was answering every remark Milo gave. They couldn’t blame Aggro for wanting a sample of Marie’s cooking. All Milo was doing was heating it up, and despite the entire lack of appetite they’d had for the last few hours, the stealth was admittedly on the verge of salivating.

Leave it to Marie to make food delicious enough to beat the worst flu.

Looking down at their hand, they wrinkled their nose as they saw their hand flicker again, huffing once more and settling back a bit further into the couch. They’d nearly managed to make it out the door to work, but whatever bug had been plaguing them for the last couple of days had gotten bad enough that their powers had flickered just as they’d lifted their coffee mug that morning. The ceramic shattering on the floor had betrayed them, alerting their mate that it wasn’t just being overworked or tired.

Which had ended up with them stuck on the couch and Milo calling the Department to inform them that the stealth wasn’t coming in. Another call to Marie had some fantastic smelling food delivered, which had them feeling terrible for troubling the woman so deeply. She’d most definitely had better things to do that day than make food for them. Only the fact that there was enough for Milo eased the guilt, because of course Marie was convinced her son wasn’t eating enough.

They watched Milo heading towards the living room with two plates, dodging the cat weaving in between his feet with practiced skill and scolding Aggro for nearly tripping him.

He handed them their plate and pressed a kiss against their forehead, settling down on the couch next to them. Sweetheart watched him argue with Aggro over the cat’s attempts to get up on the couch and shove his head into Milo’s plate, and decided that a sick day now and then wasn’t so bad.

~~~

Sam/Darlin:

“I’mm find.”

“Yeah, cause last I checked, ‘fine’ has a d at the end of it. Sit.”

Darlin scowled sharply as their body listened against their will and they dropped back down to sit on the bed. Unable to keep from sighing in relief at the cool hand that pressed to their burning forehead. “Damn it, Darlin’… I could cook an egg on that head of yours.”

“…’m a wolve… we run hod.”

“Uh huh… and you’re so far past hot, you’re comin’ up on it again.” Sam scolded, gesturing towards their pillow. Darlin grumbled and huffed as they collapsed sideways, head dropping to their pillow and stretching their aching body out with a tired sigh.

“Dissis Ash’s fauld…”

“Says the one who refuses to wear more than one layer even when there’s ice formin’ on the water.” The vampire continued to chide, pulling the knitted blanket of his they secretly loved up over their waist and brushing their hair back out of their face. “But yeah, I imagine you’re not the only one currently dealin’ with this, if Asher indeed brought somethin’ back with him off the plane.” The fondness in his eyes mixed with worry had guilt swamping them, and they turned their head to lean into his hand.

“…sor’y… didn’ mean te…” Sam hushed them before they could finish, leaning in to press his lips against their forehead.

“You didn’t ruin anythin’, don’t even start. We got plenty of time to spend up here, and you’ll shake this long before we gotta go back home.” That grin they loved broke through, and he winked at them as he brushed their hair out a couple times. “And honestly, this may be the longest I’ll ever get ya to stay still… Lookin’ forward to gettin’ to fuss over you.” He teased, laughing at the whine they let out in response.

“Nnooo….”

“Oh yeah. Whole nine yards. Gonna make you food, change out cold cloths for your forehead, rub your feet, run you baths… gonna fuss over you like nothin’ you’ve ever seen, and you ain’t got the strength to stop me.”

Despite it being said like a threat, Darlin never felt more loved.

[zarvasace]

girls & gazettes

Welcome. This is silly. I'm shipping Traysi and Meghyn in this one, specifically TotK-era but with very very minimal spoilers. (the only spoilers are for the bright mushroom haven quest and where Traysi is.) It's just crushes. That's it. It turned out really well, actually? Why did I write this.

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Meghyn isn't as into mushroom hunting as her sister is, but she *is* really into the girl who runs the Lucky Clover Gazette. Her crush is not quite as subtle as she thinks it is.

AO3 link here. 3.1k. Traysi/Meghyn! XD No warnings beside the spoilers.

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Pale sunshine filters through the patterned canvas of the low tent walls, not doing much to warm up the interior. Meghyn tugs on her other boot and tries—again—to not grumble about the cold and the hard ground. It's been a few weeks since she and Nat left home, a few weeks that were fun and miserable in turns. It's more miserable right now, in the freezing early morning. 

She can hear Nat outside the tent, frying something that honestly smells delicious. Meghyn slides on her coat and starts to clean up their bedrolls for travel. The two of them divide the chores here the same as they do back in Hateno, with Nat doing most of the cooking and driving forward, and Meghyn cleaning and dragging her feet. At least they'd camped on a dry patch of ground last night. 

"Perfect timing!" Nat says brightly from her spot by the fire as Meghyn emerges from the tent, rolls of blankets under her arm. "Breakfast is about ready."

"Give me a second." Meghyn ties the rolls to their packs and starts to disassemble the tent. Thank Hylia for collapsible stakes. 

By the time the tent is packed away again, Nat has the fire snuffed. She hands a skewer of meat and mushrooms over, which Meghyn takes happily. She might grumble about her sister's insatiable appetite for mushrooms, but Nat really does do an excellent job cooking them. 

It's a beautiful morning, if any morning can be called that. The snowy mountains sparkle like diamonds around the hollow they'd camped in, with a few trees adding color to the landscape. The few cylindrical stones fallen from the Upheaval stand out like rather dull flowers on the mountainside. Meghyn isn't much of a morning person, so she focuses more on eating and walking than admiring the landscape. 

"You know, I've been thinking," Nat says as they start down the path between two cliffs. "There's only one other person who knows where the mushroom haven is, that one kid."

"Mhm," Meghyn responds, her mouth full. 

Nat has far too much energy in the mornings. She all but bounces as they walk. "And you just know that it's the perfect conditions for all those mushrooms to grow back in a month or two. So, what I'm thinking is that we might be able to start selling mushrooms and mushroom tours! Package them up all nicely and have a wagon to take people out there and show them the cavern."

Meghyn raises an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. She knows Nat has a lot of ambitious ideas. 

"We could market them as extra-special mushrooms. Nat and Meghyn's Bright Shrooms!" 

"That sounds like drugs," Meghyn says as she finishes off the last of the skewer and tosses the long twig off to the side. 

"No, it doesn't! Okay, well, what about Fancy Fungus?" 

"That's worse." 

Nat doesn't seem to hear her, caught up in starry visions of mushrooms and rupees. "I know! MeghyNat Mushrooms!" 

"Can we go back to the drug name?" 

"Stick in the mud." Nat rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'm picturing, in the far future of course, an entire spa built around those hot springs, maybe an inn and a restaurant, all mushroom-themed!  We could team up with Cece, even, people love her!" 

Meghyn sighs, though it's fond. She doesn't know if Hyrule has a tourist trade big enough to support a niche, out-of-the-way attraction like that. The stables themselves are just getting big enough to consider expanding, and even a few of them are closing down, selling to other companies. 

Like the Lucky Clover Gazette. Meghyn smiles to herself as she thinks of the odd office and the staff that works there. Penn is exuberant. He and Nat feed off each other, escalating until they're both screaming in excitement. Juannelle is sweet, if a little reserved. And Traysi, well. 

Something cold and hot flutters right under Meghyn's ribs when she pictures Traysi. Even that huge old parka couldn't hide how… cool she is. She clearly found her niche, running a newspaper and a growing intelligence network with hard-won skill and admirable ruthlessness. Meghyn and Nat are technically part of that network, passing on information and gossip to Penn when they find him, or to Traysi herself when they find themselves at the Gazette headquarters. Perhaps Meghyn can convince Nat that they should head that direction again… 

"—listening to me?" Nat says, waving a gloved hand in Meghyn's face. She pouts.

"Of course." Meghyn blinks back to reality and watches the vapor from her words float away. "Hey, we should go to the Gazette. We're in the area."

Nat's eyebrows rise in a smile that tells Meghyn she missed something. "That is where we're going, silly."

"Wait, it is?" The fluttery feeling in Meghyn's stomach returns, but it isn't an unpleasant one. "Why?" 

"Where better to advertise our new business than in the Gazette?" Nat answers. She looks at Meghyn sideways as they fall into step again. "Why did you suggest it?" 

"Uh… for the same reason," Meghyn lies. 

"Riiiight." Nat doesn't believe her, but that's fine. She'd never guess the real reason. "Well, we should be there soon. By my map…" She pulls out the well-worn parchment and flips it open to navigate. She's usually pretty good at that, though they've gotten lost before. "Right around that bend, so another hour, I think."

An hour is all? Meghyn stops walking for a few seconds, then jogs to catch up. She looks down at herself and wishes that she'd bothered to wear her cleaner blue tunic today, instead of saving it. Her hands feel hot in her gloves, and she tugs them off to wring them in her fingers instead. She should've done her hair today, too. Is her face even clean? What would Traysi think if Meghyn came running up covered in dirt and sweat? Certainly nothing flattering. 

Nat goes off about her ideas, heedless of Meghyn's miniature crisis. She talks about the ad she wants to run, and the bottles they'll need to source from Rito Village. Meghyn hums in acknowledgement when Nat gasps and says that they should make truffle oil, too, from the recipe their grandmother gave them. Nat's ideas are grand, but if Meghyn focuses, she can see how they can be broken down into something that'll actually work. 

She's not focusing right now. 

The smoke from the stable-turned-Gazette puffs above the nearby pine trees, and the path turns to something more trodden. Meghyn tucks her gloves into her coat pocket and runs a hand down her hair, that fluttery feeling multiplying. 

A call from above stops both girls in their tracks. Meghyn shades her eyes to look up and watch Penn land in front of them, blowing cold air into their faces from his wings. 

"Hello, you two!" Penn looks ready for another trip across Hyrule, decked out in his goggles and bags. "Right on time, things are ready for—" He cuts off. His eyes watch Nat, standing behind Meghyn. 

Suspicious, Meghyn whips around, but Nat's just standing there with a wide smile on her face, holding the top of her backpack straps. Her smile falls suddenly into surprise, and even Meghyn can tell it's entirely fake. 

"Oh, no!" Nat says. "I left my pan back at the campsite! I have to go back to get it!" 

Meghyn frowns. She does almost remember seeing something like that left behind… "Your nice one?"

"The only one I brought, silly! I'm gonna need that. I'd better go back for it." Nat heaves a sigh. 

"That'll be another two and a half hours—" Meghyn begins. 

"No! No, I'll be fine, you go on ahead! I know you don't like the cold."

Somewhat confused, Meghyn puts her hands on her hips. She's fine in the cold. Doesn't Nat know that? "It's too dangerous to go alone, Nat."

"Yes, but—" Nat looks imploringly at Penn, who raises his wings in surrender. 

"Don't look at me. I got places to be, chirps to hear. I'm headed out right now."

Nat frowns, but then her face lights up. She reaches out and somehow snatches an entire person out of what seems like thin air. Her elbow wraps around his and pulls him closer. 

He looks startled, blue eyes wide and mouth opening, but he calms when he recognizes them. His shoulders drop, and he just looks baffled. Unlike the last time they'd met, he's not wearing a parka and Rito corset, just a sleeveless blue tunic with odd designs. It looks nice. Maybe Meghyn should ask where he got it. 

"The Link lookalike will come with me!" Nat announces, smiling widely. She leans in and covers her mouth with a hand to whisper something to him, and Meghyn narrows her eyes. 

The Link clone's eyes burn with the light of revelation as Nat whispers, and when she's done, he grins and holds a thumbs-up with his weird hand. 

"I don't know…" This is very fishy, but not unlike Nat. She thrives on dangerous spontaneity, and Meghyn really would prefer to get to the Gazette rather than go back for Nat's pan. She doesn't know this Link clone, but she does respect him for finding the bright mushroom cave first. Maybe Nat can talk him into an exclusivity contract. 

Nat sticks out her bottom lip and flutters her eyelashes. "Come on, Meghyn! He'll protect me from any monsters, I couldn't be any safer. Pleeeaase?"

The Link clone nods vigorously and smiles brightly, agreeing. He almost looks like he's laughing. 

Meghyn stares at the two of them for just a moment longer, remembering the way Nat had tried flirting with him earlier. Things are taking shape in her mind now. She sighs, letting out a cloud of vapor, and rolls her eyes. "Fine. Go have fun."

"Yay!" Nat bounces back up to full height—a head or so taller than the Link clone—and pulls him back onto the path. "You too, Meghyn! Bye, Penn!" 

"Be safe!" Penn calls as the two of them disappear around the ridge. 

"She's really crushing on that kid, isn't she?" Meghyn says to Penn. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, she clearly set this all up so she could go on a date with him."

Penn starts coughing, and Meghyn turns, unsure if she'd be able to help if he's choking, but he gets over the fit quickly and stands straight again. "Yep. Really stuck on him. Anyway, I should get going. See you around!" 

Meghyn waves a hand and waits until Penn is a speck in the distance to turn back toward the Gazette's smoke and picture her next step. 

Oh, Hylia, she's going to go meet Traysi alone. It's a very exciting prospect, but also terrifying. Traysi is… a whirlwind, to say the least. She's aggressive in pursuit of news, and so put-together, and pretty… Meghyn bites her lip, imagining herself sweep dramatically into the Gazette, a rugged adventurer. Traysi would be there alone, and Meghyn would say something entirely dashing, Traysi would snap at her, but as the day wore on, they'd both soften and end up cuddling around the fire, and maybe Traysi would invite her in…

Meghyn feels herself blush bright red at the thought. No, no. Nat would be here soon, three or four hours max. Juannelle would probably be there, or one of the younger Rito teenagers employed to distribute the newspaper. Meghyn and Traysi would not be alone, and who's even to say that Traysi would be open to… something like cuddling around a fire? With Meghyn, no less? She probably stinks. 

That brings Meghyn back to the present. She looks down at her hands, then at her dirty tunic. She can't get to Rito Village without passing the Gazette, and she really does want to maximize time away from Nat right now, so a bath is out of the question. Still… 

Meghyn finds a hollow in the cliff nearby, shielded from the road and everything else by evergreen trees. The late morning sun shines right into the spot, giving her light. Quickly, so as not to expose herself too much to the cold, Meghyn changes her tunic into the clean blue one and takes a bit of extra time to lay down her vest and belt nearly on top. She digs into her pack and pulls out her travel mirror, and uses a handful of snow to wash her face. There. That's as nice as her appearance will get, out here. She'll be content with it. 

Nervously braiding a section of her hair, Meghyn walks back out to the road. The closer she gets to the Gazette, the worse her butterflies become. 

The area around the Gazette headquarters is exactly as she remembers, if a little more deserted. A campfire burns merrily out front, and two horses rest in the attached stable. Meghyn can't see Juannelle, though, or anyone else. 

She can hear someone yelling, muffled. 

Meghyn falls into a run, worried. The yelling is coming from inside the Gazette, along with banging. It stops after a moment, and Meghyn pauses in the Gazette's main office. Maps, documents, and notes cover every inch of table and wall space. Some of the scattered pencils have chewed-off ends, very clear evidence of Traysi's presence. It's a bit chilly, even in here, but the shelter from the wind helps. One very obvious folded note stands out among the clutter, and Meghyn picks it up. 

I'm going to stay the night in Rito Village! (The key is in cubby 6B!) -Juannelle 

Oh. Meghyn frowns. No Juannelle, no Penn… Where's Traysi? Did Nat really go so far for a dumb little date with the Link clone? What did the note mean, key? 

One of the employees-only doors rattles suddenly, something heavy slamming into the other side. Meghyn jumps at the sound, eyes falling on the heavy chair wedged under the doorknob. Someone has to be trapped inside. On purpose? 

Meghyn locates cubby 6B and finds a little brass key quickly. Whoever's on the other side of the door smashes something else into it, something that sounds like it shatters. The door rattles again as Meghyn struggles to pull the heavy chair away from it. 

"Ow!" It's definitely Traysi trapped behind the door. "Juannelle! You're not getting the week's bonus for this! Let me out!" 

"I think she left," Meghyn says loudly, hoping her voice gets through the door. She gives another tug, and the chair comes away, though the door remains shut tight. The momentum sends her crashing down to the floor. 

"Wait, who's that?" Traysi demands. "Where's Juannelle?"

Meghyn grunts and stands back up to fit the key in the door. "There's a note that says she went to the village for the night. It's Meghyn, you know, Nat's sister? We hunt—"

"Truffles, yes, I know." Traysi goes quiet for a moment, shuffling around. "Can you get me out?"

"I'm trying." Meghyn wiggles the key in the lock, but it refuses to turn. Is it the wrong key? She scowls and tries again. 

"You have to lift the handle while you turn it," Traysi says, sounding closer. "It's old."

"Right. Who locked you in there, anyway?" Meghyn gets the key to turn a little, her heart leaping, but it sticks, so she pulls it out to try again. 

Traysi huffed. "Juannelle. I don't even know why—oh." 

"Oh?" Meghyn lifts the handle as hard as she can and gently turns the key. The lock finally clicks. 

She opens the door and freezes. Traysi is standing right there, with that huge parka on but unbuttoned. Her dark eyes glitter in the ambient light, and strands of her brown hair have flown away from the tight braids she usually keeps them tied in. She's red. Why is she red? Meghyn stares for a second, then stumbles back, swallowing. 

"Right, um. There you go."

"Thanks." Traysi steps out of what looks like a storage room, avoiding Meghyn's eyes. 

This is a disaster. 

"I'm so sorry," Meghyn says. "I think Nat went a little too far, trying to get a date with that Link lookalike—"

"Link lookalike?" Traysi spins, caught on the scent of gossip like a sunflower to the sun. "Nat set herself up? But… wait. Meghyn, are you jumping to conclusions? I don't think we have the full story here."

Meghyn pauses. She thinks over what she knows again. "Penn met us on the road and said something was ready. Nat insisted I go on ahead, because she left her pan at the campsite. I said she couldn't go alone, so she snatched the Link lookalike from somewhere and he agreed to go with her. I got here, found a note from Juannelle about her being gone and the location of the key, and then… well, rescued you." 

"My dashing adventurer," Traysi says, headed to the table to look at the note Juannelle left behind. Meghyn freezes. She pictures herself steaming from the ears at those words. She needs to sit down. Her stomach feels… like it's full of sunshine or something. Summerwings, maybe. Did Traysi really just say that? Meghyn's not really thinking clearly. 

After reading the note, Traysi sighs and turns, hands on her hips. She meets Meghyn's eyes and flushes. "I don't think Nat meant to go out with Link. I think they all worked together to set us up."

"What?" Meghyn bursts. She's elated, she's dreadfully embarrassed. She wants to sink into the ground and have dark dirt surround her on all sides. Her hands fly up to cover her face. "Oh. Traysi, I'm so sorry for Nat, she's enthusiastic, and—"

Traysi takes a step closer. "Meghyn, calm down and don't apologize. Do you see me complaining about being here alone with you?" 

Meghyn peeks out from between her fingers. Traysi's smiling, amused, if still somewhat red. "...no?" 

"You're right. I'm not complaining, not one bit. Unless you don't want to be here?" 

"No, no! I mean, I do!" Meghyn scrambles for words, but Traysi's looking at her like that, and… 

"Good." Traysi's smile could cut through a thousand lies. "I do, too. Do you want tea?" 

Meghyn isn't daft enough to not realize that she's head-over-heels. She's known about her crush for a while, and thought it was just that. A dumb little crush. She could admire from afar. She could. She hadn't realized that Nat could tell, though. And apparently Traysi liked her back, to the point where her friends would conspire to give Meghyn a shot. 

Well, she wasn't about to waste it. 

"Yeah. Yeah, tea sounds nice."

[tarnishedxknight]

OC Muse: Soryn Vedrai

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: OC muse, Soryn (SOAR-in veh-DRY), from the FFXII fandom.

Full Name: Soryn Vedrai

FC: William Tyler

Alignment: Lawful Good with Neutral Good tendencies

Race: Hume (human)

Age: Anywhere from early to late 30s, usually, depending on verse. Early 40s for the Fortress verse. For context with some other FFXII characters, from the time of the prologue all the way through to the epilogue of the game, Soryn is between ages 30-33, Ashelia is 17-20, Basch is 34-37, and Vossler is 37-39 (only because he died before the end of the game, otherwise he would've reached 40, heh).

Gender: Male

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual/hetero-romantic

Family: Parents (deceased); older brother (deceased); younger sister (deceased)

Occupation: Soldier; Knight of the Order of Dalmasca (verse-dependent); Judge Magister of the Archadian Empire (verse-dependent); Avenger (verse-dependent)

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: war; PTSD; nightmares; violence; injury; death; manipulation; assassination; politics

Positive Personality Traits: He's kind, chivalrous, respectful, polite, helpful, brave, and hard-working. He's great with kids, has a great sense of humor, loves animals... Okay why is this sounding like a bad dating profile? XD

Negative Personality Traits: He is a bit emotionally closed-off sometimes, so he can unintentionally seem cold or distant. He can become quickly frustrated by people who refuse to help themselves and would rather wallow in their own self-pity. Hmm... I'm actually struggling to think of negative traits, he's a very decent guy, heh. I'll add more as I develop him, I guess.

BACKGROUND: (This is loooong, I know, heh, but I felt it was important to be as detailed as possible here. Soryn fills a very precarious social, political, and emotional role in the story. His existence has the potential to change canon completely in several ways, and so to make him realistic to the world and to integrate him as seamlessly as possible into the plot, I needed to really explain his mindset, the role he fills, and how he came to be in that position. Otherwise it just seems like I'm ramming him in there without any basis for him doing what he does or for the other characters to entertain the notion of working with him in any way. You don't have to read all of this if you don't want to, but it's here for anyone who wants to understand him a little better and to get a sense of the unique role he plays in the story. This also may change a little bit or become more detailed over time as I develop him, since he is a very new OC.)

Soryn grew up the middle child of the noble Dalmascan House of Vedrai. His father and grandfather were members of the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca, and Soryn followed in their footsteps. His older brother became a soldier as well, fighting with the Dalmascan chocobo-mounted cavalry. His younger sister, talented with minor magicks, was a potion crafter.

His childhood was a privileged one, to be sure. House Vedrai had more wealth than they knew what to do with, and anything he or his brother wanted to do was supported by their father. Unfortunately, the patriarchal nature of the Crown of Dalmasca trickled down into the noble Houses, and Soryn’s little sister was somewhat stifled and sheltered, prevented from following many of her dreams. Although she was permitted to work, it was heavily implied that her duty was to marry and have children. Unfortunately, she never got the chance.

Soryn lost his sister to the plague that ravaged Rabanastre. Despite their wealth and access to healing and potions, she chose to live among and take care of the poor in Lowtown when the plague spread out of control, and as a result, she fell ill and died, far removed from her family’s privilege that might have saved her. After her death, Soryn’s mother fell into a deep depression from which she never recovered. His father believed she died of a broken heart.

After losing his mother and sister, Soryn then lost his father and brother to war. His brother, already a soldier, fell in battle against Archadian forces, fighting alongside Nabradian soldiers. His father, who had been retired from knighthood due to age, felt compelled to come back out of retirement because the need for soldiers in Dalmasca was great. Unfortunately, his age played a role in his demise, and he was also struck down in battle. As the last surviving member of his House, Soryn still strove to uphold the code of morality, honor, and bravery that the Order stood for, as he'd been attempting to do since he first joined the military...

Soryn joined the Dalmascan military when he came of age at sixteen. He started out as a humble city guard in Rabanastre, and worked his way into the palace, joining the Royal Guard. He’d always had knighthood in his sights, not only because it was something of a legacy for Vedrai men to become knights, but also because he believed in the code and in conducting himself with honor and kindness. That’s the person he wanted to be, and with a mentor like Ser Coren Merek, the Knight Captain at the time, and friends like Basch, he had good examples to follow and live up to.

Soryn respected Ser Merek greatly, and when the old knight retired, Soryn then supported his appointed replacement, Basch. He had a great deal of respect for Basch as well, and the two became friends, but because Soryn spent far more of his time at the battlefronts, encampments, and forts of the war rather than in Rabanastre, he unfortunately didn’t have a lot of chances to interact much with Basch. Basch did regularly visit battlefronts and fight in pivotal battles, but he also had many duties at home in Dalmasca that kept him and Soryn apart. Nevertheless, Basch was Soryn's captain, and whenever the two men were around each other, they got along well.

To some extent, Knights of the Order went where their king, or at the very least, their captain, ordered them to. But they were given some freedom to request certain types of work over others. Soryn chose to remain at battlefronts and semi-permanent war encampments instead of remaining in Rabanastre because the city, as much as he loved it, came to remind him of all the family members he’d lost, and of a courtship when he was in his twenties that didn’t work out. He’d fallen in love with a woman who ultimately chose another over him, and he was very brokenhearted about that. So overall, Rabanstre became a bit of a painful place for him, so he preferred to be elsewhere.

Not that battlefronts were great places to be, but he had purpose and camaraderie there, and supporting younger soldiers and being that beacon of authority, hope, and morale for them was something that made him feel good. It was one thing for a battalion of soldiers to have a general with them or commanding officers, but the Knights of the Order carried with them a certain honor and positively-charged morale that uplifted the ranks. So Soryn didn’t mind being the one to charge out in front and gave the soldiers at his back that bit of courage they needed to push on with him. In fact, it was something he loved to be to them, because he knew how hard war can be, and how hard it could be to keep hope alive in battle.

As far as his fellow knights were concerned, Soryn… tolerated Vossler. Their fathers were not friends, by any means, but they were on good working terms. And Soryn’s father was well aware of how close Vossler’s father was to King Raminas. House Vedrai, while in good standing with the Crown, was not specially favored by it as was House Azelas. For this reason, House Vedrai attempted to maintain a good relationship with House Azelas so as not to earn the ire of the king. Having said that, Soryn thought Vossler made for an embarrassing and shameful knight. He thought he devalued the rest of the Order and the significance of the Code of Conduct by thinking himself better than the poor and middle class, treating and speaking of the poor disrespectfully, treating women with disrespect, and frequently running his mouth at Basch and others whom he ought to have respected as well. But Soryn was in no position to diplomatically comment on Vossler’s conduct, save for offering his opinion any time Ser Merek or Basch asked for it.

Soryn loved Dalmasca with all his heart, but he did see that it had problems. Their aging king was clinging to traditions and ideologies that were antiquated, misogynistic, and isolationist. Although not as bad on any of these points as the King of Nabradia, King Raminas was an immoveable icon of the past who refused to bend and resisted change to an unwise degree, Soryn thought. Nepotism, corruption, laziness, and conflicts of interest were also rampant among the ranks, from Raminas favoring Vossler as the son of his friend, to the aging war generals being happy to let men like Basch and Soryn do their work for them while they remained in Rabanastre and coddled the king, and finally Dalmasca being increasingly beholden to Nabradia’s rigid king due to Princess Ashe’s betrothal to Prince Rasler. The way in which both countries and kings were holding fast to ways of life that just didn’t work anymore, that ought to be left in the past, compounded the danger and political precariousness of their positions in the war between the Archadian and Rozarrian Empires.

With regard to his stance on the war, Soryn falls somewhere in between Vossler and Basch’s sentiments. Vossler, believing himself the only one who knew how to properly save Dalmasca from obliteration with nethicite, thought surrendering to Archadia was the answer. Not only would they not use nethicite to destroy Rabanastre as they have Landis and Nabudis in the past, but they would actively protect Dalmasca from hostile outside forces (like Rozarria, for example) because it would no longer be a sovereign kingdom, but a protectorate of the Archadian Empire.

Basch, however, believed that Dalmasca had a right to its sovereignty and that it is worth fighting for, but that such fighting needed to be done prudently and wisely. There was a threat from Vayne regarding the use of nethicite and danger of Dalmasca and the entire peninsula becoming a battleground for the two raging Archadian and Rozarrian Empires. Dalmasca should remain its own kingdom if it wants, but that should not be at the expense of innocent lives or done too hastily or foolishly.

Soryn’s beliefs lay in the middle of these two mindsets, and this is where his life takes a totally drastic and unexpected turn. He believes that sovereignty and autonomy for Dalmasca is possible, but the road will be long, tricky, and absolutely must include compromise and change. Surrendering to the Archadian Empire and to Vayne only puts a temporary bandage on an actively hemorrhaging wound, he feels. Continuing to ally with Nabradia only digs Dalmasca’s heels deeper into their own flawed traditions and culture which needs to be updated and brought into the future. Nabradia will keep Dalmasca stagnant and unchanging when it actually needs to evolve to survive. And continuing to fight for Dalmascan sovereignty while standing alone in the world is foolish for a small, geographically vulnerable kingdom that is completely outnumbered in military, outmatched in ground weaponry and strategy, and outcompeted in airship combat.

The key to Dalmasca’s future and survival, Soryn thought, would hinge upon its ability to negotiate and work with one of the warring empires. Remaining neutral and clinging to old traditions would be Dalmasca's undoing, and Nabradia’s king being killed and their capital being destroyed by nethicite was only confirmation of this in Soryn’s mind. Since Archadia was at Dalmasca’s borders already and Rozarria decidedly had far less of a foothold within the peninsula, especially after the fall of Nabradia, Soryn believed Dalmasca’s only chance was to negotiate with Archadia.

But it’s not as simple as all that. The Archadian government was not a monolith with a single mindset for how the war should procede. Emperor Gramis’ two eldest sons had already been executed for attempting to overthrow their father, and whispers had it that Vayne was poised to attempt the same. The split within House Solidor was clear, but so too was the in-fighting among the Judge Magisters, the Archadian equivalent (at least in military rank, if not real power) of the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca. Some of the Judge Magisters supported Vayne, some supported Emperor Gramis, and still others wanted to obtain the throne for themselves (via the supposed elections that actually chose Archadia’s emperors).

These factions threatened to destabilize the Empire and to result in Vayne becoming emperor himself someday, through nefarious means. If that happened, the power-hungry despot would certainly use nethicite more often. All of Ivalice could fall if that were permitted. So not only was Dalmasca’s future at stake, but all of Ivalice’s was as well, Soryn thought, if the Archadian Empire were to fall into chaos. The answer, then, was not only to negotiate with Archadia, but to negotiate specifically with those factions that opposed a continuance of the war and placing Vayne in power. That meant negotiating with Emperor Gramis and Judge Magisters like Gabranth and Drace who supported him and opposed Vayne.

Soryn had these ideas but lacked the power and opportunity to act on them. He also felt he ought to defer to his king on what should be done, not strike out alone. Knights served kings and queens, they did not rule. But when he was gravely wounded at the Battle of Nalbina Fortress (the very same in which the rest of the Order fell except for Basch and Vossler, and Prince Rasler fell as well), he was captured by Archadian forces and held in the dungeon imperial forces took over underneath the fortress. He was interrogated for information by Judge Magister Gabranth, and from there… everything changed.

The rest of Soryn’s timeline is very fluid because it breaks from canon entirely and may result in the changing of other major events in the game, such as Raminas’ assassination, Ashe going into hiding, Basch’s conviction and imprisonment, Gramis’ assassination, and Drace’s execution. So I’m going to leave it somewhat open as to which of those events and others might still happen or not based on the timing of rp threads and what their specific plots might be. Before this point, Soryn kindof fits into canon and can just be in the background of it all, easily added here and there. But after this point, he has the power to change many things.

(Side note: Soryn's interrogations had barely begun before the plan to assassinate King Raminas and frame Basch for it was already set into motion, although... there may be room for an AU in which Gabranth pushes back against Vayne on the plan because he's getting information from Soryn that could change the whole game, and if that point Vayne decides to go ahead with it himself, say with Vossler as the assassin instead, then that potentially changes Basch's fate. Also, Soryn would be more willing to work with Gabranth if he didn't, you know, murder his king, heh. But the details of this usually won't come up in threads, I don't think, and if they do and it matters, we can always discuss how things went down beforehand. There are just a lot of options here because of how Soryn has the potential to change a lot of things early on in the story.)

Over the course of interrogating Soryn, Gabranth comes to feel that he could potentially be a great asset to the empire. More so than Vossler, who increasingly was becoming unpredictable and self-serving in his actions (such as wanting Ashelia for himself, and shifting his allegiance from Vayne to Judge Ghis when it suited him). Although Gabranth thought that blind honor was foolish, Soryn’s honor was not blind. He wasn’t a white knight who stuck to his code even when it was foolish to do so. Although Soryn believes in honor, he also has a very realistic view of the world, and although he wanted Dalmsacan sovereignty, it was an unselfish desire and one that he was willing to approach intelligently and with compromise. Soryn’s Lawful alignment made it possible for real conversations to happen between him and Gabranth, and eventually between him and Emperor Gramis that resulted in an exchange of information and plans for advancement of both Dalmasca’s and Archadia’s mutual interests in stabilizing Ivalice and ending the war.

Over the course of two years, Soryn built mutual respect and trust with Emperor Gramis and Judge Magisters Gabranth and Drace. The information he was able to provide to them aided them greatly in not only protecting Dalmasca for their own interests, but heading Vayne off at several points in his own plans. Emperor Gramis eventually made the decision to name Soryn a Judge Magister, formally and publicly showing his trust in him, but also tipping the scales in his favor as far as how many Judge Magisters supported him over Vayne or their own personal interests.

There was little need for him to rise through the ranks to prove himself militarily, since he’d already done so as a knight. Although he had less power as a knight of a very small kingdom, his military skill both in strategy and fighting ability was undeniable. He was also skilled at both piloting and captaining airships of different types. All he needed was training regarding how to be an actual legal judge and how to run a Bureau. He was well-acquainted with Dalmascan law, however, and so handling legal matters pertaining to the small kingdom were not as much of a leap for him as they might have been for an Archadian. Because of all this, and the dire need for Dalmasca to be handled properly in the greater context of the war, Gramis decided that giving Soryn a position of power (albeit under close surveillance) was more beneficial than it was a liability. Judges Gabranth, Drace, and Zargabaath supported his appointment, while Ghis and Bergan thought it absolutely absurd and made their dissent known.

Nevertheless, despite dissent from the two Judge Magisters and Vayne as well, Soryn became Judge Magister Vedrai, and his Bureau, an additional fourteenth, was to be in charge of Dalmascan affairs. However, this was done with the understanding that, at least until the war could be definitively ended, Soryn would work closely with Gramis, Gabranth, and whoever else necessary regarding all major decisions involving Dalmasca. Dalmasca would be a protectorate of Archadia until such time as the war could be ended. Then, sovereignty would be considered provided certain stipulations were met by the throne of Dalmasca.

This decision to name him a Judge Magister did not happen overnight. It took nearly all of the two years between the prologue and Soryn's capture and the main events of the game for Soryn and Gramis/Gabranth to build trust with each other, and for there to be a mutually beneficial relationship decided upon. If Soryn was serious about working with the empire, then he would be willing to work for the empire, so Soryn's willingness to become a legitimate member of Archadian society and of the Imperial Army to see everything through to its end was a major sign of trust to Gramis. It showed that he was truly negotiating with Archadia in good faith that he would give up his knighthood in Dalmasca to fill a role that would ultimately change the kingdom and drive the direction of the war towards a more peaceful conclusion.

Soryn agreed to these terms, and for his part, he wanted assurance that Dalmasca’s throne and autonomy would be restored once the war was ended. Although it was too late to save King Raminas, he made it very clear that any plans involving the assassination of Princess Ashelia would not be supported by him in the slightest. In fact, if he found that such plans were in motion, he would no longer lend his support to the empire. Gramis agreed to Soryn’s terms, and a solid agreement was made between them.

An additional negotiation was that Soryn become consul of Dalmasca. Soryn knew this would put him at odds with Vayne, but the Archadians could and would not proceed with negotiations and protecting Dalmasca from Rozarria and even Vayne without assurance that someone they appointed would be in charge, and Gramis did not want Vayne to be that person. This was part of Soryn's duties, to balance the greater needs of the Archadian Empire and all of Ivalice with those of Dalmasca. Placing someone with interests in both the survival of the empire and Dalmasca in charge of the smaller kingdom ensured a better outcome than permitting it to remain Vayne's pet project.

When Ashelia resurfaces after being in hiding and thought dead, both she and Basch think Soryn has completely defected to Archadia, and Vossler sees him as a wrench in his own plans for what his own ambitions dictate. Gramis encourages Soryn to bargain with Ashe, and Soryn promises her the throne of Dalmasca if she agrees to some terms. She takes a while to come around to these negotiations, because she doesn't want Dalmasca to be a protectorate of Archadia, but Soryn tries to instill in her that this is necessary, at least for the time being.

Firstly, he argues, showing Archadia they are acting in good faith with the empire is of paramount importance to building trust. Second, it could derail some of Vayne's plans to have power over Dalmasca placed in Soryn's hands, and by proxy, Ashelia's. Thirdly, it would show Archadia and the rest of Ivalice that they are serious about wanting to stabilize Ivalice and end the war, and that peace for all is a goal to which the throne of Dalmasca subscribes. And lastly, under formal Archadian ownership, Dalmascan skies would be patrolled and protected from becoming a battleground. Dalmasca would be considered Archadian territory, and therefore Archadia would be less inclined to fight things out with Rozarrian in Dalmascan skies, because they would want to protect their own interests.

After hearing Soryn's surprisingly pragmatic, non-selfish, and peace-driven arguments, Basch encourages Ashelia to agree, but she's hesitant. She doesn't believe the "surrender" will truly be temporary or in Dalmasca's best interest. From here, the plot could go a number of ways depends on your muse and what path you want a thread to take. Ashelia could agree or not agree to work with Soryn or the Empire, and Larsa could get involved to help this process one way or another.

One thing Soryn would definitely do, though, is to pitch to Gramis that Ashelia be named heir to the Dalmascan throne. Soryn would push for Ashelia to eventually be fully recognized as Queen of Dalmasca. This is not only something he thinks should have been her birthright from the start, but it's part of moving Dalmasca into the future and beginning to change some of the traditions and laws that are holding the kingdom back. The sexism, the lack of female heirs and queens, and forbidding women to join the military are things Soryn things need to be eradicated/overturned if Dalmasca is going to survive as a healthy kingdom. In doing that, they ensure that a sustained and beneficial relationship between Dalmasca and the Archadian Empire could be achieved following the end of the war.

Fun Facts & Other Notes:

Obviously Soryn has the potential to change much of canon with the path his life takes, but all of these changes don't necessarily need to occur or have already occurred in threads. He could start along this path but not succeed. He could become a Judge Magister but be hampered by those who oppose him. Or maybe he stays imprisoned longer if his interrogation doesn't go well or Gabranth isn't impressed enough to bring the matter to Gramis. So the path he takes through canon can be malleable in rp threads to some extent. My goal with him is to explore these different options and possibilities that a character with his mindset brings to the story, so I am definitely up for AUs of all kinds!

The middle picture in the header of a rather elaborate suit of armor is the closest example to what I'd like his Judge Magister's armor to look like. Each Judge Magister's armor is unique and somehow personal to them in style and/or design. Being Dalmascan by blood and with his Bureau dealing with Dalmascan political matters, Soryn's armor reflects that he was once a knight of a desert kingdom. It has gold trim and accents and there are design elements of the helm, spaulders, and arms that look like radiating sun rays. I'm not sure the design in that picture is the exact one I want, but it's the best inspiration I have at the moment.

Soryn is actually a very sensitive person, but that isn't always apparent. He can come across as aloof, but this is a consequence of the compartmentalization he's had to engage in, separating his personal life from that of a soldier. He's very good at setting aside emotions for later, pushing through things like pain, fear, and panic, and being supportive of others even when he himself is not okay. But that means he then sometimes has trouble tapping into and fully engaging with his own emotions because he's so used to shelving them for later. Sometimes later never comes and he just keeps bottling, which isn't always healthy.

Having said that, Soryn's mental health is probably among the best of all my muses on this blog, heh. He's... a pretty solid guy. I'm not saying he's never been traumatized by anything, certainly being a soldier for as long as he has doesn't come without its mental scars, but he's never been tortured, abused, oppressed, etc. like some other characters on this blog have been. Even when he is imprisoned, because he was far more cooperative than Basch, he was not held for nearly as long.

The biggest and most notable thing he wrestles with is PTSD, and for a very specific reason. Soryn was present at the fall of Nabudis, the capital of Nabradia that was obliterated by nethicite. So he saw firsthand the devastation and suffering and just total chaos of what a catastrophic detonation of the power contained within a piece of nethicite can inflict on a city and population. It really both terrified and upset him. After that, there was a marked reduction in morale among both Nabradian and Dalmascan forces that hit him hard, because it felt to them like they were up against impossible odds and clearly losing. Soryn had some heart-to-heart conversations with Basch about it in the days to follow, with Basch bringing his own experiences from Landis and Soryn discussing what he'd seen in Nabudis.

It was the above experience that became the crux of Soryn's motivation to unify Ivalice and end the war for everyone, not only Dalmasca. Seeing how quickly the use of nethicite can escalate, especially when in the wrong hands or ordered by power-hungry despots, changed him as a person forever.

Potential Starter Ideas:

During the "prologue" part of the timeline, Soryn is a Knight of Dalmasca, so your muse could meet him in Rabanastre, the royal palace, or out at a battlefront. Maybe your muse lives in Rabanstre, or maybe they would be helping the war effort at an encampment near a battlefront.

Between the prologue and the main game, Soryn will be wounded at the Battle of Nalbina Fortress and captured by Archadia. Maybe your muse helped capture him, or they're in the dungeon with him, Maybe they visit him in prison, curious about him. Maybe they help him escape, or put in a good word about him to Emperor Gramis or the Judge Magisters.

During the events of the main game, Soryn can be pretty much anywhere on the Ivalician map, doing anything, as a Judge Magister of Archadia. So depending on who your muse is, things are wide open as to where they could meet him and why. I'm open to plotting in messages to help figure some things out before we start.

During the "epilogue" portion of the game, Soryn could be helping Basch to fill Gabranth's shoes in Archadia, or maybe Basch went back to Dalmasca with Ashelia in this AU, and it's Soryn who stays with Larsa to make sure he's protected. Regardless, if you muse lives in Archadia, especially within the palace, they could interact with him there. OR... Basch could stay in Archadia to impersonate Gabranth and Soryn could be the one to return to Dalmasca and assist Ashelia. Your muse could go with him from Archadia to help further, or if they already live in Dalmasca, could encounter him there.

He'll have an MCU verse, so... you guys are familiar with that by now, heh. Same deal, either a magical mishap or a mischievous Occuria brought him to present day. He would be cleared for field work fairly quickly, so he'd be going on missions and all that.

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We got you Harry/Ben/Oliver Words: 1.6K Summary: Harry wakes up in subspace and can't find Ben or Oliver. He knows that they wouldn't leave.. but what if they had? A/N: Quite possibly the opposite of what you asked but hey ho. Send me a new request if so xD

Harry scrunched up as he yawned, pulling the blankets tighter around him. "Noo," he whined as he started waking up. He was so tired. He'd been flying back and forth a lot lately and the jetlag was fully caught up with him.

"Daddy? Sir?" he whimpered as he reached out his hand, patting the spots next to him on the bed. He opened an eye and peeked when he found the spots empty and cold.

Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and looked around. There was no sign of them being in the room with him. Whimpering, Harry pushed the blankets off him and got off the bed. He walked over to the bathroom to get ready and put on his outfit for the day only to see that Ben hadn't put one out. He always put one out for him when they had no work.

Whimpering, Harry rubbed his eyes as they filled up with tears. Why hadn't he put one out? Didn't he care anymore? Had Daddy left?

Harry bit his lip hard and sniffled. Had he been bad without realizing and Daddy had left? Crying, Harry walked back out to the hallway outside their bedroom.

"Daddy? Sir?" he called out and listened intensely for any reply but there wasn't any. "Oliver! Ben!" he shouted a little louder. Still nothing.

Pressing his hands to his eyes, Harry let out a little sob. They wouldn't just leave! He knew that!... But what if they had?

Harry hurried over to Oliver's office to check if anyone was in there. Nothing. He quickly started checking all the rooms upstairs before he moved downstairs. Nothing.

He stood frozen in the middle of the living room as he tried to gather his thoughts. Phone. They'd have their phones. He should call.

Racing up the stairs, Harry sobbed as he grabbed his cell phone and clicked on Ben's contact. He squeezed his eyes shut as he held the phone tightly to his ear. "Please, Daddy," he whimpered but the phone kept ringing and ringing.

Ending the call, he quickly got Oliver's number up and called him too. But it was just beep after beep.

Dropping his phone, Harry tried to take a deep breath. He was feeling so lightheaded and dizzy so he sat down on the floor as he tried to breathe. Sob after sob ripped through him and it was so difficult to get any air in.

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"Okay, bye bye now," Oliver said politely as he waved at the neighbor. "Jesus fucking christ," he muttered under his breath as he clutched the mail in his hand and started walking back up to the house. God, that woman did not know how to shut up. Also he was sure she kept hitting on him which confused him seeing as he was literally engaged to Ben and it was very much public knowledge by this point that he had two male partners.

Oliver shook his head, maybe she was hoping to get in on the action. He chuckled slightly as he opened the door. He would rather die than ever let that happen. The second he stepped into the house though he could hear that something was wrong.

Dropping the mail to the floor, he ran up the stairs - following the horrible noise he was hearing. Entering the bedroom, he sprinted over to Harry and dropped down to the floor in front of him as he quickly looked him over.

"Hey, baby. I'm here, it's okay. Try and take a nice slow breath for me yeah?" Oliver said as he made Harry look at him. He knew Harry hadn't had a panic attack in a really long time and this was a pretty bad one too.

"It's okay, I've got you alright?" he said calmly and pulled Harry close to his chest as he held Harry's head and put his other hand on Harry's chest. "Easy, you got this. Just listen to my voice, I've got you. I need you to try and breathe a little slower love," He kissed Harry's cheek.

Harry was really starting to feel faint now. All the hyperventilating he had done had left him feeling very breathless. He held on to Oliver's arm loosely even though he tried to hold on tightly.

Oliver could see that Harry was about to faint soon so he held Harry against his chest before putting his hand over Harry's mouth. He made sure he could feel air coming out of his nose as he kept it there.

"That's a good boy, hmm. Nice and easy. Deep breaths in, slow out. Good job," Oliver told him as Harry started calming down. "That's better, baby. Good boy," he whispered and took his hand off Harry's mouth, and pulled him into a hug.

Harry was still a little sluggish but used all his energy to wrap his arms around Oliver and hug him as tightly as he could.

Oliver rocked from side to side slowly as he held Harry, just stroking his back and humming softly until he was sure Harry had completely calmed down.

"Love? How you feeling now?" Oliver asked and stroked Harry's hair.

Harry whimpered and pressed his face into the crook of Oliver's neck. "Left me. All alone. Didn't answer, couldn't find you or D-daddy. Daddy didn't even put my clothes out cause he hates me now and you left me," Harry replied and he let out a sob.

"I'm so sorry you woke up alone, baby. Daddy and I would never leave you though. Never ever. We love you too much. I'm sure Daddy has a good reason for not putting out any clothes for you," Oliver told him calmly and softly not wanting him to trigger another panic attack.

"Then why he leave me? Daddy is gone! You were gone!" Harry cried as he clung to Oliver. "Please don't leave me, please. I'll do anything you say forever just please don't leave," he sobbed.

"Not leaving, kitten, I promise," Oliver told him and started rocking from side to side again. "Daddy is just outside in the garden, love. I promise we aren't leaving you. Did you wake up all alone and then you couldn't find us?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah," Harry whimpered. "I yelled and called but gone," he pulled himself closer to Oliver. "Was all alone," he cried.

"Oh, baby. I was outside getting the mail when that woman next door spotted me and started talking. Can you look at me please?" Oliver requested and tilted Harry's head up despite his whimpers.

"I'm here. See?" Oliver smiled and stroked Harry's cheek. "Could never leave such a sweet boy as you could I?" he asked and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Harry bit his lip and reached out to touch Oliver's face just to be on the safe side. "Never leave me right? Always stay," he muttered. "Daddy too. Where's Daddy, I want Daddy," he whimpered and started tearing up again.

"He's downstairs, out in the garden. Do you want to go down and see him?" Oliver asked even though he was quite sure of the answer.

Harry nodded and sniffled as he rubbed his eyes.

"We can do that. Let me get up and then we can go down together," Oliver said as he managed to wriggle out of Harry's grip long enough to stand up.

Harry was quick to get up to and pretty much climbed back up on Oliver, holding him tight.

Oliver wrapped his arms around Harry and smiled as he gave him a kiss. "Okay, let's go find Daddy," he said and headed out of the room..

After carefully making their way downstairs, Oliver headed out to the sunroom and opened the patio door.

"Ben? Could you come here please?" He shouted while rubbing Harry's back.

"Is he coming? Maybe he doesn't want to come 'cause Daddy hates me now," Harry pressed his face against Oliver's shoulder and cried.

Ben looked up from where he was planting some flowers. He smiled as he saw Harry, glad to see that he had woken up. Getting up from his knees, he took off his gardening gloves and headed over - his smile quickly dropping from his face as he heard Harry crying.

"What's the matter, baby?" Ben asked and put a hand on Harry's back.

Harry let out a sob and tried to grab a hold of him. "Daddy!" he cried.

"Let's all just have a seat hmm?" Oliver suggested and headed to the couch that faced out to the garden.

Ben followed and took a seat next to Oliver.

Harry wasted no time in crawling over to Ben and sitting in his lap, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him close. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," he whimpered.

Oliver stroked Harry's back while he looked at a very confused Ben. "Seems like he woke up, couldn't find us. Tried to call and shout for us but nothing. Triggered a panic attack. Thought we'd left," he explained.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry my baby! That must've been so awful. My poor baby. Daddy and Sir could never leave you. Love you so so much," Ben told Harry as he stroked his hair and pressed kisses to his cheek.

"I didn't like it. Thought you were gone forever," Harry whimpered and rubbed his eye before grabbing onto Ben's jumper again. "Not allowed to leave ever," he whispered.

Ben did a little smile and leaned his cheek on Harry's head while he held him close. "Not going anywhere, promise,"

Oliver shuffled a little closer and wrapped one arm around Ben's shoulder and one around Harry's waist as he shared a little smile with Ben. "We love you so much," he told him.

Harry sniffled. "Love you too," he muttered before putting his thumb in his mouth as he finally was able to relax some.

[mushroom-for-art]

So this takes place in the au where May doesn't escape Team Rocket and becomes an asset, specifically an au with @blues-sues 's Rue so like Rue!Au I guess? XD idk hope you enjoy

Cave-in

It was meant to be a routine area sweep, it was meant to just be a normal routine area sweep! Survey, look for anything out of place, report it, track it if valuable or useful, apprehend and capture. It had all happened so fast, one of the people's Voltorbs had a wobbly and used self-destruct. The whole mountain side shook, people and pokemon went flying, May and Rue had avoided the initial devastating blast but the rocks beneath them crumbled before either of them could react around the ringing headaches. They'd hit the cavern floor hard and lost consciousness, Mays AEI's (artificial energy introducers) had shattered when she hit the floor.

They fizzled and hissed before sending a weak current of electricity through Mays body jolting her awake in the darkness of the cave, she sat up looking around and could hear Rue quietly huffing and maybe crying. She glanced around struggling to see in the darkness realizing her glasses were cracked and that the hole they fell in through caved in on itself somehow so they couldn't get back out that way.

"Rue…?" She barely whispered, very aware that other pokemon may be inside this cave system they had fallen into and that they could attack, her eyes blinking and slowly adjusting to the darkness.

"Yea. I'm over here." Rue answered shortly her tone slightly pained as May slowly hesitantly walked over, promptly stubbing her toe on a rock and whimpering an "ow ow ouch!"

"What happened?! Was it a pokemon?! Are you okay??" Rue's voices betrayed her panic as she tried to sit up and quickly yelped, falling back down and making another pained sob, "Arceus dammit! Muk!" She gritted her teeth in frustration as May more cautiously tip-toed closer.

"hey hey easy, I'm sorry I just stubbed my toe, what's the matter you sound hurt how bad is it?" May crouched down besides Rue feeling more than useless as she asked questions she moved her arm tapping a broken AEI hoping the electricity might spark enough to life to offer some light to no avail. Frowning she could only squint the best she could to see moving her hand cautiously to tap around to really find Rue.

"I'm fine-" Rue lied, badly. Her tone gave away her pain and she growled as May lightly tapped her arm, "stop that, stop fretting!" May pulled her hand away quickly putting her hands up in surrender though she wasn't sure if Rue could actually see.

"Sorry sorry! I can't see very well, I was trying to find you, see if I could give you a quick check over." May fumbled as Rue snorted.

"In the dark? When you can't see?" May made an awkward noise as Rue continued with a sigh, "I think I hurt my leg, pretty bad too, and my arm. Just everywhere where I landed hurt. I'm surprised you're not more hurt. You landed on your face, your nose is bleeding."

"It is?" May asked dumbly, moving to touch her snout, it had been hurting and running more than usual but she'd thought it was from the cold in the cave, sure enough her fingers felt wet as she made a slight "huh" sound tilting her head back saying "gross. Sorry if I bled on you." Rue puffed a light scoff.

"Quit apologizing, you didn't." Rue looked at the other, besides cracked glasses bloody nose cuts from the broken glass of the AEIs which were bust she'd faired pretty alright, "sure you don't have increased defense?" Rue playfully asked, laughing before hissing in pain as that hurt. "Shouldn't you be leaning your head forward?"

May blinked making an "uuhh" sound that sounded strange from where she was pinching at her nose before moving to lean forward rather than back offering a quiet "sorry" which Rue would've bat her for was she not making an effort to be still.

When her nose finally stopped bleeding May awkwardly mumbled, "I'm sorry you're here badly hurt and I'm here with a stupid nose bleed and you're helping me, what can I do?" Rue could only sigh.

"I don't know, I. I think we're meant to keep me still? If anythings broken and you shift me about then it'll only get worse? And surely the others will be looking for us. So we need to stay put and wait for them to come and collect us." May could only nod lamely offering a quiet, "yea" of agreement.

May awkwardly reached out again before stopping "am, I on your hurt side? Did I hurt you before?" Her voice was soft and guilty.

"You're fine, no I was just, annoyed, I don't like this situation is all." Rue sighed softly in frustration as May awkwardly tapped about finding Rues arm after a bit of uncertain prodding and awkwardly holding her arm in one hand attempting to offer comfort and also kind of scared in case she somehow lost Rue to an after shock or a pokemon snatching her away silently at least if she had hold of her she knew where she was.

Rue shifted her uninjured arm and May awkwardly let go, putting her hands up in surrender once more, trying to hide her concern and hurt. Rue tutted at her impatiently, grabbing one of Mays hands in hers and pulling both their arms down to rest over her chest bump. Mays' tail swayed shyly as her other hand came to rest on her lap as she sat on her knees.

"I can sense you fretting. I'll probably sense anything before you, we'll be fine they won't dare try and attack two of us!" Rue reassured May, giving her a confident grin despite her injuries. "Plus maybe you'll give me some of your defense like this," she gave a soft laugh and another smile. May wished she could give Rue some of her health simply by holding her hand, she squeezed softly and Rue squeezed back. They could only wait.

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Rues pain had gotten worse and it had surely been a while, on the cold cavern floor she was shivering which didn't help her injured half the shivers sending twitches of pain through her body. They'd thankfully been left alone by any pokemon but May quietly wondered if that meant there was something bad about this point in the cave, she hated that no one had come for Rue yet she hated that it was surely getting dark out and that the cold was seeping in ever faster.

"Muk it's cold…" Rue quietly hissed in pain, her teeth chattered slightly as May could feel her hand shaking. She felt helpless, knowing no moves and Rue couldn't use any moves in her state or risk making herself worse. She wished she had one of those coats the people wore so she could lay it over Rue but she didn't. She gently squeezed Rue's hand.

"Do, you want me to lie with you and try to warm you up?" She offered unsure, not wanting to hurt Rue by accident.

"No, no, if we do that and fall asleep we might not, well if it gets too cold that could be really bad and one of us needs to stay alert. Plus your knees must be freezing already." Rue spoke softly, and May shrugged, her knees hurt but if it meant being by Rues side then she'd live. She felt Rue slowly let go of her hand.

"Maybe you should go look around, maybe you could find something for me or maybe there's someone nearby that you can lead here?" Rue offered, she was clearly unsure and May was worried about why Rue was sending her away. "Look it makes sense you might find something fluffy or a camper to rob," Rue gave her a playful grin.

May frowned uncertainly but if Rue thought she should, "I promise I'll be back," she slowly stood ignoring the pain in her knees and chest she had started to ache from the cold and probably bruising, "I'm not gonna go far though I'm not leaving you." Rue puffed softly.

"I know you ain't. You're soft like that." But smiling softly and kindly to her as May gave her an awkward nod looking around and tiptoeing through the cavern. She stopped, "you'll yell if you need me right?"

"Yea I'll let you know." May nodded once more before wandering awkwardly into the cave system.

'Got to find something to help Rue, got to find help or something to help Rue, got to find help or something to help Rue,' She repeated those thoughts over and over as she looked around sniffing faintly at the rock walls and mosses that grew for any indication of good healing properties.

'Can't you do that yourself?' A voice spoke in her head that wasn't hers, she spun around quickly trying to spot any nearby activity, any psychic types that might be projecting into her brain. 'There's nothing else in this cave but you and Rue, that explosion scared everything away.' it spoke again to her, right in her head, a female voice she didn't know.

'Who,, are you?' May thought awkwardly, 'Consider me an inner monologue.' the voice replied. 'don't people usually, control their inner monologues? Like it's just their voice right?' She heard the other voice scoff, 'well if you don't want my help.' Her mind went silent as the cave sounds drifted back into focus. 'Wait no! If you can help, please come back!' She thought loudly and helplessly spinning around shouting in her head to please please come back!

'Oh stop shouting, you'll give us both a headache,' they returned, sounding irritated. 'I'm sorry, please, I need your help desperately. Rues hurt and-' they scoffed again, 'I'm aware, inner monologue I know what the situation is and I'm very much aware that you have the power to fix it.' May shook her head, 'I'm powerless unfortunately, I can't do anything.' It laughed, 'you can mega evolve can't you?' it almost mocked. May huffed a frustrated snort looking at her AEIs, 'not with these bust, I thought you knew this? I think you're just muk-ing with me.' She sneered in annoyance, moving to look around again annoyed at wasting her time.

'What if I told you how you could mega without those silly little bracelets?' It chimed in sweetly after a few minutes causing May to pause in contemplation, 'how?' If she really could mega right now, well she was very powerful when mega she could help Rue. 'just like that. Think. Why do you want to mega?' May furrowed her brow in confusion, 'so I can be strong and be useful and so I can get Rue to team base and get her help of course! She's my friend and she's hurt and I want to help her! I have to help her!' The megastone in her chest faintly buzzed with energy though she didn't notice.

'You're overcomplicating it. Pick a single goal, focus on that goal, will every fiber of your being to achieve that goal force yourself to bend and snap and break if you have to to get there!' The voice took on a dark undertone as it commanded but May could barely notice for the buzzing in her ears as she clenched her hands into fists focusing on what she needed to do, she had to get Rue out of here to the base, she had to get Rue medical treatment and get her out the cold, she had to help her, she had to help her friend, she had to-!

'I have to help Rue!' Her voice yelled in her head as a strange rush ran through her body, she felt power breaking out of the mega stone in her chest flowing through her, altering her body, the power was warm and came in waves like a flame and, it didn't hurt, not like when the AIEs were used on her.

She stumbled slightly on her elongated toes and blinked looking around, she could, see? And she. She was aware? Normally when she went mega she lost awareness and only came to afterwards when back to normal. This was great! It means she could focus and knew she'd be getting Rue help! Now, which way back to Rue. The mega evolving left her slightly discombobulated, at least until a psychic wave like echolocation left her body and pinged back where it met Rue. She moved quickly on her longer legs rushing back a bit ungracefully to get to her friend.

Rue shivered on the floor still, hoping that May came back with help or something warm, though after feeling a wave of psychic energy she went on high alert. She could hear something rapidly approaching and she couldn't really do much to defend herself. She struggled to crane her head to look lifting her uninjured hand trying to summon any kind of energy as a warning shot as whatever it was got closer and closer, until-

A, mega mewtwo came into view and May beamed at her friend as she ran over while Rue remained alert and aware of the fact the mega version of her friend was a brutal fighter. But. Her eyes were different as Rue opened her mouth while looking at her confused.

"Your eyes are brown?" Rue asked, evidently confused. And this question only served to confuse May in return.

"Aaahh??? Yes?? My eyes are brown!" May answered in confused certainty moving to crouch down beside her friend once more, looking over Rue and frowning at the damage she could now see. Half of Rue was badly bruised, her arm was hanging limply at an odd angle and her leg also looked damaged.

"Normally, they go yellow?" Rue said now unsure as she watched Mays eyes almost shift as they scanned over her looking past and through her body almost. Mays face only pulled deeper into a frown as she looked at Rues leg seeing her bones and how one of them was definitely broken, thankfully it was a clean break. Her eyes drifted to Rues arm, thankfully just dislocated and bruised up with no broken bones though she hoped the dislocating cold and continued position it was in didn't cause nerve damage.

"Your legs' broken, arms only dislocated though," May reassured, blinking her eyes back to normal, "do, you want me to?" she moved her hands as though grabbing an arm in the air and doing a vague shoving up motion to indicate relocating it. Rues eyes fell to look at her arms, she was part fighting type now and it showed she was big and powerful and Rue had seen her in fights. But she didn't seem the same. Normally when mega she was quick and brutal and didn't speak and barely seemed like the mewtwo Rue knew, and yet right now she did just seem like a bigger version of her friend as she blinked down at her sweetly.

"Everything okay?" May tilted her head as she looked down at Rue in concern and care. Rue made a noise giving her a smile.

"Yea, you're just different to usual. Well. Relocate this arm girl I'm cold," Rue chuckled grinning at May hiding her fear of how much this was gonna hurt. May moved carefully sitting Rue up letting her lean against her leg as she knelt on one knee and kept the other just bent, she carefully moved to hold Rues arm who winced softly.

"I'm sorry," she moved the arm carefully into position so it would go back in the socket, "I'll relocate it on 3 okay?" Rue nodded with a slight whimper, "okay, one," Rue breathed trying to steady herself already feeling the nerves creeping in, "two." May quickly popped the arm back into the socket while Rue was distracted and less tense earning a long squeak of pain followed quickly by a "YOU GIT" And Rue quickly batting at her with her uninjured arm. May figured she deserved that as Rue swatted at her before huffing out a growl in her general direction.

"I'm sorry you'd have gotten all tense otherwise, do you forgive me?" May awkwardly pleaded.

"You're a swinub," Rue grumbled as May made an apologetic noise, "you're gonna hate me even more when I do your leg." Rue glared "Do not try to pop my leg back."

May waved her hands in surrender, "oh! No no not what I meant, I'm going to use my powers to hopefully realign the bones then I'm hoping I can like use psychic to lock hold it in place so your bones don't float about and also put psychic on your whole leg so it doesn't move?" Rue raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"You can do that now?" To which May uselessly shrugged in uncertainty, "I hope I can!" Rue was not that comforted by that. She moved her hand over Rues leg holding it above to not touch, focusing herself, she wanted to align the bones then lock the whole leg so it didn't move easy enough. Rue watched her eyes change again observing her bones it seemed and made a noise of discomfort at the sensation in her leg.

"Sorry sorry," May apologized as psychic energy quickly gripped and binded to Rues broken bone and leg. She made a soft ooh in her discomfort once more as it felt strange and ached but less so than before and when she'd tried to move it on her own.

"Guess you could do that…not bad," Rue awkwardly nodded, feeling just slightly jealous at Mays newfound capabilities. May didn't pick up on this shifting to Rues good side while still holding her upright, she slipped an arm under Rues legs and while supporting and holding her back she lifted easily scooping Rue off of the floor making a concerned noise, "you really are freezing! I'm so sorry I took so long!"

Rue hummed leaning into May feeling the warmth radiating off of her, "I'll forgive you since you're warm." May looked around once more a wave of psychic energy flowed from her, causing a warm wave of energy to flow through Rue too. After a few moments she sighed.

"That explosion and aftershocks caused cave-ins, that's why no-ones came to get us, no one can get in, all the other pokemon must've known this was a danger spot and fled." Rue made a noise, she could use psychic energy waves to see far away like echolocation too now apparently.

May looked over to roughly where they fell in from, "I have an idea. Sorry if this hurts" The arm supporting Rues back and holding her side shifted wrapping her hand under Rues legs with Rue being carefully shifted so her back was more against her shoulder effectively holding her in one arm like a baby, Mays arm was slightly pressing on her injured side but it would've happened had she used her other arm too.

Eyeing up the wall she mentally marked out where she needed to hit, she wiggled her fingers on her now free hand clenching them into a tight fist and gearing her arm up pulling back to punch, she WAS going to make a way for them to get out, her eyes glowed and her fist glowed brighter with energy before she shot out a punch her bound up elasticated energy penetrating through the stone wall with devastating power and efficiency.

May grinned with teeth at the hole she'd made looking mighty proud of herself before quickly jogging over still holding Rue like a baby though her free arm quickly coming to hold and secure Rue properly in her hold as she hopped up leaping onto the edge of the entrance she'd made before adjusting her feet to slide down the side of the mountain they'd been trapped in.

It was dark now, as she slid down not minding the cold of the snow on her toes but holding Rue close when she shivered in the cold night breeze. She leapt from the mountain once close enough to the bottom landing in the frosty grass before the forest. Looking around she sensed camp, glancing at Rue to make sure she was still secure and okay she set off in a light run.

Though a light run for the mega was a speeding bullet for Rue still held securely in her friends arm watching trees shoot past them at dangerous speeds, while Rue was worried one wrong judgment could leave them splatted against the bark of a pine-tree for May she barely processed the speeds at which she was achieving her brain going just as quickly to allow her to run through the trees safely.

She slid to a stop at the edge of the team rocket base camp sighing softly and chuckling, "huh I guess it wasn't that far away after all," May spoke naively glancing at Rue who looked half terrified, "ah? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"Almighty Sinnoh, Arceus! Do you have any idea how fast you were going?!" Rue demanded, earning a startled confused look from the mega who glanced back and saw the dust and frost cloud she kicked up in her haste, "ah..i'm sorry I didn't realize but we're here now! You're going to be okay. Let's just get you to the medic!"

Taking another step forward there was a faint glow and Mays mega form dissipated leaving her back to her usual self still holding Rue who felt significantly bigger in her arms. She wheezed softly more so from the sudden exhaustion that smacked her in the face than Rue resting on one knee still holding onto her friend, before pulling herself back up to stand to carry Rue. Despite her powers fading the psychic binding on Rues leg seemed to have remained as she was carried to the medic tent.

The team doctor looked at them both opening their mouth in disbelief at their return considering what happened before motioning to a bed saying snippily, "put her there," May nodded placing Rue on the bed, quickly rambling "she had a dislocated arm, I relocated it, she's also got a broken leg bone clean break here," she motioned without touching, "I realigned it with psychic and held her bone and leg still with a psychic grip too and she's got bruising-" "Right. I got it I'll deal with it thank you," they cut in with no sincerity in their thank.

"Go run along go, carry something around we're in absolute chaos after that stupid voltorb nonsense so go make yourself useful. I don't want you underfoot." They had no patience for her as they went about checking over Rue. May awkwardly swallowed, saying softly, "okay, I'll see you later Rue," waving a hand she left to go help. Rue opened her mouth to protest, to tell them May was hurt too and should get looked over but was quickly given a heavy sedative and painkiller cocktail followed by an oxygen mask as the medic spoke, "deep breaths now count back from 10 or something so I can fix this blasted leg."

May busied herself making herself useful around the base carrying this moving that, none of the grunts really looked at her as they told her what to do. Her mind was filled with worry for Rue hoping that she'd be okay and that the doctor would fix her leg up no problem, her mind was so consumed by her own thoughts she didn't feel the creeping in the back of her mind as a voice that wasn't hers considered this experience very interesting and she didn't really notice the ache of her chest bump anymore.

[moonspirit]

Hi my dear Moon!

Hope you're doing well.

So, for the writer's ask🖤

1, 2, 8, 9, 10, 12, 14, 15, 16

(sorry, it's a lot, but you know, I'm always glad to see you speaking about your writing and amazing talent)

Hello Anna T^T Thank you for the ask!

1. What are you most proud of in your writing right now?

Well, let's see. I've never been particularly proud or confident in my writing, ever, I think, but recently I've been rather happy with structuring and scene progression. It feels nice to have events and things take place somewhat evenly and as planned :3

2. Is there something you're specifically working on to improve your writing?

Vocabulary. Vocabulary will kill me T_T I hate english sometimes T^T

8. What piece of advice did you hear/read recently that's been helping you to improve your writing?

Not particularly recently, but also recently (iykyk), but: to take things one at a time. I tend to freak out if I haven't had the next 5 (minimum) chapters fully planned out and drafted, and this has been a rather new anxiety haha xD Until around Chapter 13 of VBEOW, I wasn't stressing myself with meticulously outlining future chapters all that far ahead; it was at most the immediate next chapter and then the next one too, with everything else having a general idea, but not too detailed. But since ch.13 when the plot started to get a little more complicated and dense, I realized I had to have the next 5-10 chapters fully outlined and structured or I would mess things up. This has had its pros, but also its cons where now I'm scared to death if I'm a little late with planning that structuring. I need to remind myself that it's okay, to breathe, and to take one step at a time >_<

9. What do you feel that you are naturally talented with in terms of creative writing?

Uhhhhh XD I have no clue, to be very honest, but maybe I'm quite decent with blending non-canon-imagined-flashbacks and canon-events?

10. Do you have any personal pet peeves about your writing that you're working to change?

I get too hung up on how best to describe movements, especially during smut. It's a nightmare T^T

12. Who/what is your greatest inspiration for your current story?

Life in general. There was a time when I couldn't really see much beauty in it (even now there are days when I don't) but learning to see the little magic in mundane moments and experiences is really uplifting. There's something very special in just breathing fresh, pristine air, or having the wind tickle your hair. There's something miraculous in kicking your feet in a stream of ice cold water and listening to the richness of a loved one laughing loud. It's these things, coupled with all the things I don't have and have never experienced, and hope to one day. I can't go without saying, that it was Clouds' writing too that gave me that kick to get out of a slump and pick up writing again.

14. Is there something you wish readers would pick up on more in your stories?

Ah well, no, not really. I'm pretty happy and satisfied with what they are picking up atm, and they usually don't miss! I'm very grateful for that.

15. Talk to me about how you go about word choice. Do you have an example of your writing that you're particularly proud of clever word choice?

HAHAHAHAHA I literally JUST complained about vocabulary!! But well. I usually don't give it much thought, I just write. There are times when I really don't like how a passage reads, but then I remind myself to just get on with it; I can always edit it later, when I'll likely have more braincells than I have at that moment. I have noticed though that many times, the sentences I phrase, rhyme xD At certain instances, this is planned, but other times, I have no idea it's happening and only notice it when I proofread.

As for an example about a passage I'm proud of... There are a few but here's one. It's nothing exemplary and doesn't really have any special wording choices, but I like the simplicity of it. And I'm very attached to it xD From Ch.16 of VBEOW - Sparks:

He stood there, feeling the tides wash over his ankles, and the salty sea breeze kiss his skin. He saw the sea with a handful of seawater cascading through his fingers, mesmerised by the way it stretched into the horizon. He watched the sea rise and fall and move, and noticed the way it was so, so blue. Mikasa told him it was the colour of his eyes.

He longed for Annie so much that day.

"Hey Annie," He said a week later, looking at her, so peaceful and cold inside her diamond. "I found out why the sea is blue."

He was so glad he was alone that day. "Commander Hange found out the water absorbs red wavelengths of the light, leaving it blue for us to see."

He didn't know what to do with his hands.

"But that's the scientific answer."

A lone tear rolled down his face.

"The sea is blue because the sky falls into it, Annie."

16. Where are you currently at in your writing mindset? Frustrated? Excited? Focused? Other?

Very tired and stressed to the max. Excited for some future events that will happen in VBEOW, but that's not conquering my exhaustion as of late xD

Thank you for asking T_T !!!