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niadsofthelecterfarm · 5 months ago

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Lecter Estate Niad Department Files

Subject: Queen William Graham

Identification Number: QN-001

Type of Niad: Royal Niad

Place of Origin: Ancient Forest of Eldoria

Acquisition Date: 15th August 1975

Physical Description:

- Height: 6'2" with tail

- Weight: 135 lbs

- Eye Color: Luminous emerald

- Hair Color: Dark blue with bioluminescent highlights

- Wingspan: 8 feet (translucent with intricate veining patterns)

Unique Physical Traits:

- Distinctive crown-like growth of bioluminescent petals around the head.

- Vine-like tendrils extending from arms, capable of intricate movements and manipulation.

Medical and Biological Information:

- Lifespan: Indeterminate; displays signs of longevity typical of royal niads.

- Metabolic Rate: Elevated; requires a high intake of energy and nutrients derived from specific flora.

- Reproductive Capacity: Able to produce and nurture a wide variety of lesser niads.

- Sensory Acuity: Enhanced; possesses superior vision, hearing, emotional and olfactory senses compared to other niads.

Behavioral Characteristics:

- Displays high levels of intelligence and strategic thinking.

- Exhibits strong leadership qualities and natural command over other niads.

- Shows deep attunement to the natural and magical elements of her environment.

- Temperamental

Technical Specifications:

- Energy Output: Radiates a consistent field of energy that can be harnessed for various purposes, including alchemical processes and enchantments.

- Communication Abilities: Utilizes a complex system of pheromones and telepathic signals to communicate with other niads.

- Environmental Adaptability: Highly adaptable to changes in environment, though prefers lush, wet, forested areas rich in magical flora.

Containment and Care Protocols:

- Habitat Requirements: Must be housed in a secure, enchanted habitat that mimics the natural conditions of the Ancient Forest of Eldoria. This includes ample magical flora, a flowing water source, and controlled light conditions.

- Nutritional Needs: Requires a diet of rare plants and a regular infusion of pure energy.

- Security Measures: Due to his unique abilities and importance, Queen Will habitat is under constant surveillance and protected by multiple layers of magical wards.

- Interaction Guidelines: Only authorized personnel may interact with Queen Will. All interactions must be documented and conducted with the utmost respect and caution.

Research and Utilization:

- Alchemical Research: Queen Will's magical essence is a key component in several advanced alchemical formulas.

WARNING: EXTREME CAUTION ADVISED

This report serves as a critical advisory regarding Queen William, the Royal Niad. Despite his majestic and ethereal appearance, Queen William possesses significant dangers that must be acknowledged and respected by all personnel. Failure to adhere to the following guidelines may result in severe injury or fatality.

Physical and Behavioral Warnings:

1. Enhanced Strength and Agility:

- Queen William exhibits extraordinary physical capabilities. His strength is far beyond that of typical niads, and his agility allows him to move with alarming speed and precision. Direct physical interaction without proper precautions is highly discouraged.

2. Vine Tendrils:

- The vine-like tendrils extending from his arms are not only dexterous but also possess considerable constrictive power. These tendrils can immobilize and potentially crush individuals who come too close. Maintain a safe distance at all times.

3. Telepathic Influence:

- Queen William has demonstrated the ability to exert telepathic influence over other niads and, in some cases, humans. This influence can lead to disorientation, confusion, and altered behavior. Personnel must be vigilant and report any unusual mental sensations immediately.

4. Pheromone Emissions:

- The Queen's pheromones have potent effects on niads, causing heightened aggression or docility depending on hia intent. These pheromones can also affect humans, inducing strong emotional responses. Protective gear is mandatory when entering his habitat.

5. Energy Field:

- Queen William radiates a powerful energy field. Prolonged exposure without proper shielding can lead to severe magical burns or energy depletion. Limit exposure time and utilize protective enchantments when in his vicinity.

Containment Protocols:

1. Reinforced Enclosures:

- Queen William is housed within a heavily reinforced, enchanted habitat. All access points are secured with high-level magical wards and physical barriers. Unauthorized access is strictly prohibited.

2. Surveillance and Monitoring:

- His enclosure is under constant surveillance. Any anomalies or unauthorized activities are to be reported immediately. Security personnel must be on high alert at all times.

3. Interaction Restrictions:

- Only authorized personnel with Level 4 clearance or higher may interact with Queen William. Interactions must be pre-approved and conducted under strict supervision. All personnel must wear protective gear and carry emergency containment devices.

4. Emergency Protocols:

- In the event of a containment breach, initiate Protocol Alpha immediately. This includes the activation of emergency wards, deployment of containment teams, and evacuation of non-essential personnel. Under no circumstances should any personnel attempt to engage Queen William directly.

Queen William is an extraordinary yet perilous entity. His potential for both knowledge and destruction is immense. It is imperative that all personnel exercise the utmost caution and respect when dealing with him. Complacency or negligence can have catastrophic consequences.

Stay vigilant, stay protected, and always adhere to established protocols.

"In the pursuit of knowledge, we must never forget the power we seek to understand."

Prepared by:

Dr. Abel Gideon

Head of Niad Research Division

Lecter Estate

#queen info #the queen's file #will's file #niad info #resources

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undertalesouls · 6 months ago

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Welcome to this very Ask Blog!

This takes place after the pacifist run where all the monsters are finally living in peace. However, as you all know, Frisk wasn't the one who saved them

It was Bete Noire, an oc who belonged to Camila Cuevas. Due to some stuff happening to their background, I decided to take action and rebrand her ocs

Meet our characters!

Bete Noire 💗

"A robot created by her creator, Copper Lightvale who managed to manifest the soul of DETERMINATION. She was the last individual to fall down to the underground and set the monsters free. With her trustful best friend, Akumu, they're an unstoppable duo!"

Age: 12

Gender: Genderless (Preferably female)

Soul Trait: DETERMINATION

LVL: 1

Weapon of Choice: Scythe

Item: Headphones

Abilities:

"You'll not die."

She can rewind all injuries of a deceased person. However, this will hurt herself with the same amount of pain that person felt before dying

"I detect a nearby commotion here.."

Due to her being a robot, she can scan around the area or a specific person about their whereabouts.

"Akumu, we got trouble."

Akumu is the Pink Echo Flower that hangs around with her so often, declaring on how it's her best friend. Akumu can summon out vines to attack others and summon out echo flowers to heal Bete.

"Initiating Battle.."

Her scythe can cut through objects

Eleazar Aaron 🩵

"The fifth human to fall down into the underground. He spends most of his time with his friends rather than his own family due to his 'speciality'. He barely smiles nowadays, but he's friends are always there to cheer him up!"

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Soul Trait: PATIENCE

Lvl: 16

Weapon of choice: Sharp Knife

Item: Red Ribbon

Abilities:

"Rest well."

He can summon out rags to tangle out enemies before making in the big cut

"Let's slow down.."

He can manipulate time momentarily.

"I'll slice you down."

His knife can grow bigger to increase damage of his weapon

"I-I feel..hollow."

Hero Blackwell 🧡

If he managed to stay still at the exact amount of time, the attack can phase through him

"The eighth human to fall down into the underground. Hero wishes to follow his brother's steps, to become known, to become a strong soldier like him! He's always there for his friends in case of trouble!"

Age: 10

Gender: male

Soul Trait: BRAVERY

Lvl: 4

Weapon of Choice: Boxing Gloves

Item: Bandana

Abilities:

"Watch this!"

He has more durability and speed than the rest of the heroes due to his soul Trait. He can also lift heavy objects with ease despite his body size

"Just make sure not to look down!"

He's good in reaching up high places without needs of equipments

"Oi! Leave them alone!"

He can summon out orange coloured fists to punch enemies. He sometimes uses them to do his chores (His brother had to make sure he wasn't cheating)

"Let's warm you up shall we?"

Hero's Bandana can turn itself into a cape which can be used to give warmth towards those who needs it best

Mabel Chávez 💙

"The fourth human to fall into the underground. She was a former dancer forced by her own father before his arrest. She's currently living with Sierra and her aunt. It's best if her face remains hidden, she's more comfortable that way."

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Soul Trait: INTEGRITY

Lvl: 8

Weapon of Choice: Ballet shoes

Item: Tutu

Abilities:

(Disclaimer: She rarely talks so pretend that she manages to make up these dialogues)

"Shooting Star!~"

She can summon out stars which can act like shields and platforms to step on.

"Goodnight.."

She can summon out gas from her mask to put people to sleep

"Let's dance, punk."

She can easily dodge the enemies attack with grace if there were music to play

"Let's tidy up now."

Similar to Eleazar, she can summon out ribbons to tangle up enemies

Kaspar Zephaniah 💜

"The third human to fall into the underground. He seemed to be raised by one crime syndicate, making him a villain this young. He would help his friends up by researching using his numerous devices he got up his sleeves (Or scarves)."

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Soul Trait: PERSEVERANCE

Lvl: 11

Weapon of Choice: Notebook

Item: Glasses

Abilities:

"Ever heard of the Wizard of Oz?"

He can bring fictional characters to life using his notebook

"AHAHAHA! GET A LOAD OF THIS!"

His scarves support him by being a transportation or attacks enemies. It can also convert itself into a bunch of televisions or blasters

"Let the professional handle this."

He can hack into systems easily due to his time inside a crime syndicate. He can also understand codes and a variety of languages very well, even knowing what device can benefit better

"Wait hold up- I got something!"

His glasses acts like night vision goggles for him to see easily in the dark

Sierra Festus 💚

"The sixth human to fall into the underground. She stayed with her aunt after the tragedy of both of her parents and learnt how to cook thanks to her. Her apron would be used as a cape to show such honor and will be sure to look after her friends."

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Soul Trait: KINDNESS

Lvl: 2

Weapon of Choice: Frying Pan

Item: Apron

Abilities:

"Do you wish for the usual?"

She can treat injuries by healing them. Unlike Bete, she cannot bring someone back to life

"W-Watch out!"

Her frying pan acts like a shield to protect herself and the others

"Hold on, that must be poisonous.."

She can easily tell if one food can still be edible and safe to be eaten thanks to her chef speciality

"I think Mr.Bear has something to say!"

No animal can never harm her, no matter the effort.

Rafflesia Simpur 💛

"The seventh human to fall into the underground. She's known for her famous Wild West Movies, making her one Superstar for a cowgirl! Even if she's no real cowgirl, she knows best for her morals."

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Soul Trait: JUSTICE

Lvl: 8

Weapon of Choice: Pistol

Item: Cowboy Hat

Abilities:

"You sure are one rookie."

Her pistol can fire out bullets with random effects, she doesn't know what will come out of it

"Looks like it's time for my lasso!"

Her lasso is unbreakable, meaning that she uses it often to capture enemies and parkour through dangerous obstacles

"Hold it, are you sure that's the culprit?"

She can detect if there's something wrong happening inside a situation

"Hah, I got ya'll!"

She's a great actor, meaning that she can act very well to trick enemies before alerting the others

More will be coming soon!

Rules

For the love of god, no NSFW.

This takes place after the pacifist route, Bete isn't aware of the resets but the others do.

No Transphobia or pedophiles here please

Along with Zionists, Proshippers, etc.

You can interact with the kids, I don't mind!

#undertale #undertale ask blog #undertale souls

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make-me-imagine · 3 years ago

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Change of Heart

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 24 - Enemies to Lovers /or/ Lovers to Enemies

*This is specifically 'Lovers to Enemies to Lovers.'

Pairing: Warren Worthington "Angel" x G!N Reader

Warnings: Fighting/Violence. Injuries. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/Ns: **I’m not sure how old Warren is supposed to be in Apocalypse, but for the purpose of this fic, he is above the age of 18; preferably in his early-mid 20’s. ***Readers mutation is the ability to manipulate plants, like vines, branches, etc. A fitting hero-name would be “Root” lol. ****I don’t think anyone actually called him “Apocalypse” in the film, but I referred to him that way anyways, cause I’m not sure what else I should call him. He referred to himself with multiple names but no one really knew them throughout lol.

Your whole world seemed to freeze in that moment, when you laid your eyes on him. He was so different. His hair shaved, the sides of his head tattooed, his feathered wings were gone, and replaced by tall and sharp cascading metal wings. The look in his eyes was one of rage and power as he chased after Kurt into the pyramid.

You wanted to cry out to him, to scream his name, to tell him you were there. But all that came out was a desperate whisper, “Warren.”

What had happened to him that changed him so much? Kurt had mentioned a winged man he was forced to fight in Europe. Part of you thought it was Warren, but you weren’t sure until now. Is that what changed him? Made him hateful enough to fight alongside a destroyer of worlds? Your enemy. He was now your enemy. Was he? The thought made your heart ache.

As lightning rang down around you, you were brought out of your thoughts. Turning to the mutant in front of you. Warren would have to wait. You needed to help your friends.

~ ~ ~ Three Years Earlier ~ ~ ~

“I don’t understand, Warren.” Tears threatened to spill as you stared at him, you saw tears in his own eyes as he looked back at you.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He repeated, letting out a shaky breath.

“Do what? Warren, I don’t understand!” You said, your voice desperate as you took a step closer to him “You said you loved me, and now what, you- you want to break up? To end what we’ve worked so hard for, why? Tell me, I at least deserve that much!”

He let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his hands through his hair “I- I just. It’s too much, I can’t. I’m not-” He muttered out, unsure of what to do or say. Letting out an angry groan he smacked his hand against the table.

Warren was distant, private. It took a lot for him to let you into his life, to let you see through the anger and pain. But you stayed through all of it and you loved him nonetheless. But he was afraid again, building up the walls you thought you helped him tear down. But this time he was building them up to shut you out.

Neither of you had a home, or a family, until you found each other. Eventually that was all you needed. You’d talk of all the places you would go together. You even talked about a school for mutants like you that you had heard about. You thought about going, just to check it out. You were probably too old to be students, but maybe they’d let you stay. It was a place you’d be accepted for what you were.

You weren’t sure when he began to pull away from you, or why. Maybe it was his fear of commitment, or his fear of abandonment. But suddenly, one day, he seemed to distance himself. But you wouldn’t let him go without a fight. You promised each other you’d never let each other be alone.

He looked at you with soft eyes but you saw the fear behind them. “I love you Warren.” You said as you took a step closer to him “I will back off if you want me too, but I need you to know that I will always love you. And you can’t push that away, no matter how hard you try.”

A tear slid down his cheek and he brushed it away roughly, and shook his head “I can’t make you happy Y/n, you know that.”

You shook your head “I am happy Warren. With you. I love you.”

“No, stop saying that!” He yelled suddenly as he turned away from you “Stop.” He whispered.

“I won’t.” You said as you took another step closer “You can fight me all you want, but I won’t stop saying that I love you Warren.”

“Well I don’t love you!” He yelled as he turned to face you.

The anger on his face was only a facade. You could see the regret, the guilt, the pain behind his eyes. You shook your head “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.” He said as his face became stoic, though his eyes remained pained. “I don’t love you.” He repeated, as though trying desperately to convince himself, to make it true. And you felt your heart break. “You need to be happy with someone else.”Suddenly he moved past you, and out the door, leaving you alone.

The silence of your apartment became louder the longer you stood there, still, for what felt like hours. Tears fell, dried up, and fell again. And he never came back.

You waited for him for weeks, but he didn’t come back. He disappeared and you had no idea where he went. He had left you alone. He had broken his promise.

Knowing nothing else to do, you left. Your home was not a home anymore, not without his presence. Eventually, you made your way to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You thought it was a long shot that you’d find anything there. But you did. And much to your surprise, you were allowed to stay. And you were not alone anymore.

You never forgot Warren. You would never forget him, or stop loving him. And you held the hope that one day you would see him again. And that maybe, he would still love you too.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After Kurt got the others on the jet, ready to leave, he came back for you. As he went to grab you, you stepped away, your eyes on Warren who began to stir after Kurt had knocked him out.

Kurt looked from you and to Warren. He turned back to you “He is the one?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. You had told him briefly of Warren after you questioned him about the winged man he fought in Munich. “Go.” You muttered and Kurt shook his head in protest. “Go!” You yelled and Kurt stepped back before reluctantly going back to the jet.

As Warren used his wings to escape where he was trapped he began to fly towards the jet. “Warren!” You yelled, your voice emitting a sense of strength you weren’t really expecting.

Spinning around, the look of anger on his face dissipated into surprise the second he saw you standing on the battlefield. As he dropped to the ground, you stared at him, your eyes glancing past him only for a moment as you saw one of the other mutants making her way to the jet. You worried for your friends, but you had to stop Warren now.

“Y/n?” His voice came out softer than you expected, as you saw an array of emotions pass across his face as he looked at you. The anger on his face was replaced by shock.

“What happened to you?” You asked as you looked him over once again.

He stared at you before taking a breath and shaking his head and stretching out his arms, his wings flexing out as he did so “I evolved. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.” A smile formed on his face, as he took a step towards you and reached out his hand “I can't believe you're here." He let out a surprised laugh. "Join us, Y/n. We can finally live in a world where we are not hunted.”

You shook your head and took a step back, making him falter, his face falling. “No, Warren. This isn’t you. You are kind, compassionate, a protector, not a soldier. Not a killer.”

He grimaced, shaking his head. “Then you don’t know me.”

A sad smile formed on your face “You’re right. Maybe I don’t anymore.” You saw his mouth twitch as he frowned a bit “But I do know who you were once. You were the love of my life.” This made him falter a bit. “But now, you’re my enemy.” The last words hurt you to say, but you needed to wound him, to get under his skin. To break down the walls he had put up again. The ones that were now controlled by a power hungry wannabe God.

“You wont fight me.” He said as he shook his head letting out a dry laugh. He truly believed you wouldn’t, believed you couldn’t.

An angry smirk crossed your face “ Then I guess you don’t know me anymore either.”

You saw something akin to surprise cross his face before you used your powers. Using your energy to reach down into the Earth, you brought all of the roots, and plant-life underground together. Throwing your hands up in the air, the now large and strong roots shot through the round, hitting Warren and throwing him up into the air.

You saw shock cross his face as this happened, before he became defensive and used his sharp wings to cut at the roots. You continued to bring root after root up, re-forming them each time they were destroyed as you tried to pin him down.

You had seen the jet crash, and hoped that your friends made it out. Part of you knew they must have. Kurt would have gotten them out. You had to believe that.

Warren continued to dodge the roots and slice at them as he tried to make his way closer to you. He was surprised at your strength. These powers were nothing like what you used to be able to do. And the anger and power in your eyes was different to any he had seen in them before. Part of him felt guilty, because he was sure it was because of him.

Spinning around, he cut through the roots in front of you before reaching out and grabbing you. You let out a small gasp as he pushed up, flying up into the air, bringing you with him.

He couldn’t help the memory that flooded back of the first time he took you flying. You were scared, but you laughed through the fear, as you held on to him. He remembered promising he would keep you safe, that he would never drop you or let you fall.

Now, as you looked at him with disdain, looked at him as an enemy, he was unsure of what to do. “Please Y/n.” He said, his voice desperate. You grabbed onto his arms tightly as he held you close to him. “Come with me.”

He felt his heart ache as a tear slid down your face. The memory of him leaving coming back to his mind. He meant to come back to you. He did. But he was taken before he ever could. But he was sure you thought he had abandoned you for these past three years.

“No.” You muttered out and shook your head. “Look around you Warren. Look at all the pain you are helping him cause.”

Warren glanced around him, seeing the destruction of a city that was once full of people. Looking back at you, he tried to push down the guilt that was rising. “We are building a better world.” He said, trying to force himself to believe what Apocalypse had told him.

“No Warren, you’re destroying it.” You said with desperation. “I won’t help you destroy it. Because it’s the world that brought us together.” Warren took in a shaky breath as you spoke “I love that world Warren. Even through all it’s faults, it brought me, you. And we fought for that, together. Don’t you remember?” Your voice was soft as you spoke, desperate for him to remember.

He shook his head “It was also the world that tore us apart.” He muttered out, disdain filling his voice.

You shook your head now, part of you giving up. You could hear Charles’s name being roared out by the man you came to beat. You couldn’t let them fight him alone. Meeting Warren’s eyes you were afraid that the Warren you loved was gone.

“No Warren. You are the one that tore us apart.” As you said this, you saw pain pass over his face “You may not be willing to fight for this world Warren but I am. I am willing to fight for my friends, just as I was once willing to fight for you. The way I thought you were once willing to fight for me.”

As Warren stared at you, he was caught off guard when more of your roots rose up between the two of you. They wrapped around his wings and pulled him back, as you ripped yourself away from his grip.

Warren felt his heart stop when you fell from his grip and towards the ground. Your eyes met his as he reached out for you, though you were too far away. Suddenly, your roots wrapped around you as you safely landed on the ground, catching yourself with your powers. As Warren felt relief rush through him, he was yanked to the ground harshly by your roots, and pinned down.

You refused to look back at Warren as you ran to your friends. You swallowed your pain and let your anger take over to make you stronger. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Erik was now on your side once again as he tried to penetrate the shield surrounding the destructive and corrupt mutant.

Using your powers, you brought roots up through the ground below him and began to wrap him in them. You saw the others look your way in surprise. Seeing through the shield surrounding Apocalypse his eyes snapped to you, and you saw the anger in them. You met his eyes in return and glared, refusing to back down. He was the one who corrupted Warren. You needed to use that anger.

Reaching out his hand he tried to throw you back, but you used roots to keep you to the ground, as they wrapped around your legs. You groaned out as you controlled the roots in the ground to grab his hands and pull them down. He roared out in anger as he glared at you. You felt the Earth beneath you begin to rise up, cocooning your legs and slowly inching up your body.

The roots pinning Warren down suddenly disappeared back into the ground. Warren let out a groan as the pressure on his body was released. Hearing the sound of the fight in the distance he quickly lifted off and made his way there.

As he flew over head, he saw you taking on Apocalypse. Your roots grabbing and pulling at him stopping him from using his full power. As he glanced at you, he saw the ground rising up, beginning to swallow you. But you continued to fight, to use your strength to fight him off, even if you knew it was useless.

Hearing you cry out as you made more roots break through the ground, rushing at Apocalypse he was almost awed by your power and willingness to die fighting. And as Apocalypse began to move towards you Warren felt not only fear fill him, but anger. And it seemed that all at once, realization rushed over him. He was wrong. This was wrong.

As he saw Apocalypse continue towards you, he shot down with all the speed he could. Apocalypse reached out towards you, as your arms were swallowed up by the rising Earth. Your strength escaped you as it became hard to breathe, your roots turning to nothing.

He smirked at you, at the fear in your eyes, and just as he was about to kill you, a flash of metal landed in front of him as three metal spikes flew out and into his chest. Staggered back in surprise he looked up to see Warren in front of you, glaring at him.

Apocalypse let out a disappointed sigh before anger covered his face “You betray me, just as he has?” He said, gesturing to Erik who was now watching from above.

He looked at Apocalypse and straightened up “I’m done fighting for you. For this” He said, gesturing around. “It’s wrong. And I should have seen it. But I didn’t. Not until it was too late.” Warren swallowed before looking back at you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Apocalypse looked behind Warren and to you before he smirked “Ahh.” He let out and Warren looked back at him “You are betraying me for them?” Warren swallowed as Apocalypse's smirk turned to a frown “Useless.”

Raising his hand, the Earth tightened around you more, making you gasp out in pain. Warren looked back at you before quickly moving towards Apocalypse “No!”

Apocalypse caught Warren by the throat and glared into his eyes “Love is weakness.”

Warren grabbed at Apocalypse and gasped out, his mind flashing back to you, and all the times he remembered loving you. All the times he fought for you, all the times he held you in his arms and knew everything would be okay.

“You’re wrong. Love is what made me strong.” Flexing his wings inwards, he stabbed them through Apocalypse's shoulders and pushed him back, throwing him, causing him to drop Warren. Apocalypse yelled out and used his powers to throw Warren harshly against the wall, knocking him out as his head smacked the concrete, before fusing him with it as he did with Scott.

You watched in fear, staring at Warren, wishing you could speak with him one last time. But as you watched Jean walk out of the torn down building, her feet stepping on air, you sensed a power coming from her that you had never felt. Erik pinned Apocalypse down, and he began to try and teleport away. But as the elemental turned on him too, he was left defenseless. You watched as he wasted away from Jean’s power. Your body being freed as he began to die.

When everything stopped, and he was gone, you ran over to Warren, who had fallen to the ground. Moving his head into your lap, you stared down at him and gently stroked his face. He had come back to you. He had come back to save you.

- - - - -

After explaining to Charles about Warren, and your past with him. You told him that he betrayed Apocalypse to save you. Charles was more than willing to give Warren a second chance. Just as he was giving to Ororo.

You wondered if he would take it, as you watched his sleeping figure in the hospital bed. The wound to his head caused him to remain unconscious for a few days. His wings were draped underneath him, wrapped in fabric so as to not scratch his skin. As the school was being rebuilt, you stayed in the hospital with him, waiting for him to wake. And when he finally did, you prepared yourself for him to try and run again.

After he opened his eyes, he looked around the room, his eyes finally landing on you. You were sitting by his bedside, and had a soft smile on your face. His heart immediately began to hammer in his chest when he saw you. You were here, sitting by his side, and he wasn’t sure what to do, or say.

You could see the hesitation on his face when he saw you, so you smiled at him, and spoke softly “Hello Warren.”

More than anything, he was surprised he was alive, as well as you. Did that mean... “What happened?” He finally asked.

“He’s dead.” You said softly and you saw the surprise cross his face “Ororo turned on him too, and helped us. He’s gone, Warren. We won.”

He nodded his head, unsure of how to react. “What’s going to happen now?”

You leaned forward, leaning your elbows on his bedside, he looked at you and studied your face. His eyes caught on the various cuts and bruises, and he felt guilt rush through him. “I told Professor Xavier about you, about us. And how you saved me, and helped us fight in the end. So, just as he is giving Ororo a second chance, he is giving you one too.”

Warren sat up, letting his wings stretch out a bit, the fabric falling from them. His eyes caught on the metal, and he was almost surprised to see they were still there. He looked back at you, “What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you know that he’s the head of that school we talked about?” He nodded and you continued “That’s where I was, where I went after you left.” You saw guilt cross his face and quickly continued “It was destroyed after he took Charles, but it’s being rebuilt. And he is offering a place there for you. With me. If you want it.”

Warren felt various emotions pass through him as you spoke. You had been at the school, you were there when he was. He was so close and he didn’t even know it. And now, even though he tried to help destroy the world, he was getting another chance. You were giving him another chance.

“I-I don’t deserve it.” He said softly, and you saw the pain in his eyes, the guilt. “After what I did...to all of those people, to- to you.”

“You didn’t hurt anyone Warren, Apocalypse did.”

“But I let him. And I-” He let out a desperate sigh.

Reaching over, you grabbed his hands, clearly catching him off guard. “Warren. I know you feel guilty about the part you played. But you were manipulated. Made to believe what you were doing was for the better. You had been hurt by a world you should have been able to live in peacefully. So you fought to change it. But because you felt that guilt, you changed your mind. Turned on him, helped us to defeat him. And now the world is different because of it. They can see now, that we wanted to save it.”

Warren stared down at your hands as you held his. It reminded him of the years before, when you had been together, happy. He remembered the first thing that came to his mind when Apocalypse told him of his plan.

“I planned to find you.” He said suddenly, softly. He glanced up at you, and saw the questioning gaze in your eyes. “He promised us a new world, where mutants would be on top, we wouldn’t be hunted or hated anymore. And I thought...that after that world was created, I would find you. I believed you would survive, and I would...we would...have another chance. But when I saw you there, fighting against it, I was so unsure of what to do. And then...he was going to kill you. And I realized that if he won, you wouldn’t be there anymore. And the only thing I really wanted would be gone. A world without you wouldn’t be worth living in.” He finished looking over at you, and seeing the small tears forming in your eyes he let out a sad scoff “I always make you cry.”

You let out a soft chuckle as you wiped away the tears. “Yeah well, this time it’s not a bad thing. Because you are good Warren. No matter the reason you did what you did, you helped to fix it…. and you deserve a second chance. You do deserve it Warren.”

He shook his head a bit and felt tears welling in his own eyes as he looked at you, desperate “But I don’t deserve you. Not anymore.”

You moved to sit on the bed beside him, looking into his eyes you shook your head “I think I’m the one who gets to decide that Warren.” You reached out and placed your hands on his face. He let out a soft breath as he pressed into your palms, desperate for the touch of your hands again. “I love you Warren.” His eyes shot to yours, and you saw the shock cross his face “I do. I told you I would never stop, and I haven’t, I won’t.”

Warren felt as though his chest was going to burst as a tear escaped, streaking down his face, and stopping as it hit your hand. “Why?”

You smiled sadly at him “Because I remember how we were. I remember how you made me feel, and who you are in here.” You pulled your hands away from his face, moving one hand to point at his heart. “I don’t know what happened after you left, how you got to Munich, how you got involved with Apocalypse, but I do know that who I am looking at here, the one who risked his life to save me, is the same man I fell in love with. He is still here, and he is still worthy of love and happiness.” As another tear escaped his eye you reached up and wiped it away.

“I lied.” He said suddenly “That day I left, when I said I didn’t love you anymore.”

You smiled softly “I know.”

“I loved you so much, but I was so afraid, I don’t even remember of what anymore. But I loved you. I still do. So much.” His voice was almost breathless as he spoke. He reached out and placed his hand on your face, his thumb gently stroking over your lips.

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his, and you both breathed in. “Please stay Warren.” You asked.

Part of Warren was telling him to leave, to run, telling him he would hurt you again. But he pushed it away, because he knew that he would only regret it, that it would destroy him. “I’ll stay.” He breathed out, and felt as though a heavy weight was lifted off of him “I’ll stay.” He repeated, barely audible.

You smiled “You’ll love it at the school Warren, I promise.”

He met your eyes, and felt himself smile, a true smile for the first time in ages. He stroked your face again, “As long as you’re there.” He said and you nodded.

His eyes grazed over your lips and he found himself pulling your face to his as he kissed you. It was a desperate and loving kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. Finally able to hold you again, something he feared for so long he might never get to do again. And for the first time in a long time, he felt that things would be okay again. As long as he had you.

xx End xx

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years ago

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Sorry for being a dumbo but what does dark eddie entail?

not dumb at all that's a great question! specifically to this fic, there will be graphic violence and dubious consent (aka, sexual situations where manipulation/coercion are used and strict boundaries of consent are not respected). that said, due to the nature of your question, I'll answer it broadly in case anyone is very new to this (I know I have a lot of new followers after I started writing eddie, so let this be their introduction to my usual fare).

"dark fic" generally refers to fanfiction where there are, obviously, dark themes but, less obviously, that tends to include graphic violence and "noncon" or nonconsensual sexual interactions (i.e., rape)

in my case, my blog has been 'known for' dark fics for a while (if I'm known for anything lmao) and if you look at my bigger masterlists like marvel and stuff, you'll see that actually a majority of my works are dark and are essentially rape fetish content. the morality of this is debated a lot but at the end of the day, nonconsent fantasy is one of the biggest and most popular forms of erotica (for complex sociological reasons that aren't really worth getting into right now).

for a lot of people encountering the existence of dark fics for the first time, they find it very upsetting and have an instant moralizing reaction. a lot of other posts have handled the morality of having a rape fetish but I prefer to ignore that, since fetish isn't exactly a choice, and focus on the reality that whether or not you're upset by fetish content on the internet, it's going to exist. sending people hate or creating false reports of inappropriate content just won't stop it from happening and it won't help with your mental health, at all; it's really just attacking people for their sexuality which I find to be pretty distasteful. if you're upset by the existence of "dark fics" or noncon in erotica, the best thing to do is block users and tags that have this content and curate your online experience as best you can. you don't have to understand why someone writes this stuff, you don't have to decide if you think their reasons are good enough... you can just not interact with it, and it's fine.

people who are here for non-dark works, there is absolutely room for you. I've written fics all across the spectrum of nastiness, from 100% SFW wholesome (admittedly that's very rare) to extremely hard kinks with a lot of fucked up shit I would never support in real life. that's just how I am. but there's a reason my url is 'my poisoned vine' and not 'my wholesome normal healthy stable vine'. the focus of my blog is generally on works with dark themes.

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ayoalex · 4 years ago

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Why is Team RWBY since the beginning present as a dangerous team?

Ok, before I begin this post I have to warn that:

1- I'm not an expert, this is based on my basic knowledge as someone that used to do martial arts as a kid, play a lot of video games and watch a bunch of anime/cartoon or read manga

2- This is going to be a long post, sorry 😞

3- You are always welcome to discuss in the replies or to correct in whatever I could get wrong, again I'm not an expert so don't be shy to call me out. Btw, English is not my first language so it's possible I could have some grammar mistakes.

4- Do not want to see any type of hate for any character 🤨

5- And last, decided to post this here because I prefer RWBY Tumblr community than Reddit one 💀

Let's begin!

When they present RWBY at the beginning of the project we got a glimpse of what they can do individually in the short films know as Red, White, Black and Yellow as well as some aspects of their character, backstory, etc.

As RWBY continued their journey we could see they seem as a force to be reckoned with when together but seem to be lacking in some aspects when they were alone.

The ones that didn't do better alone was mostly Ruby and Weiss while Blake and Yang seems to be able to hold their own alone (tho Blake seems to be in her flop era in the last volumes 💀).

So, let's talk about them as individual first.

Ruby: we all know her, leader of the team and the youngest of them all.

Ruby do pretty well alone when she's fighting Grimms, specially those that aren't that hard to go against. She's basically a prodigy and for that she got into Beacon earlier (and the fact she has silver eyes 😬).

She's the few people in Remnant that use a scythe as a weapon and she's pretty damn good with it; as told by a lot of character using that weapon is hard af so probs for her to be able to be so fucking smooth and amazing with Crescent Rose.

As told by Ruby herself in V1 while talking with Jaune, she did her weapon and here comes her first problem.

Not practical. Crescent Rose is a bad ass weapon and I absolutely love it but it's heavy and takes a lot to use it. It's a rifle as well so Ruby basically has to be a sniper to be able to go well with it.

It's a weapon that doesn't goes well with a team as can get in the way unless the user becomes a support for the team instead of being at front.

This is basically a metaphor of how Ruby is kinda a lone wolf at the beginning and awkward af with people.

But! She later gives some upgrades to Crescent Rose that helps her change the direction of scythe which give her adaptability! Which is completely important!

Now, if I take Crescent Rose away of Ruby what happens?

She's dead bro

Ruby is useless in close range combat, specifically physically one. We can see that in a lot of moments through the volumes.

She usually use her semblance as an advantage, which with her weapon works perfectly but without it is... Meh. It only helps her to speed up.

In Volume 5 Ozpin calls her out for that and then trains her, we then see Ruby being able to actually block and evade attacks without the use of her semblance... Until Ozpin took control of Oscar 💀

She knows basic stuffs, mostly with her defense but she lacks attack.

We don't actively see an improvement of this part in the future as she's seen to struggle keeping up with Harriet. Tho I'm going to give Ruby the fact that Harriet was being emotional and "aaahhh go crazy go stupid" In there.

Tho, Ruby lacks in this she make up by being a quick thinker and strategic.

She's the one that comes up with the plans and she's fast on her feet as well, she knows how to use her teammates perfectly to the point on coming up with duo attacks for them. She use her creativity to be able to defeat enemies as we can see at the end of V6 against the crazy old lady.

In general Ruby lacks close range fighting skills as well hand to hand combat + she can be really reckless and not actually think stuffs through it at first which can lead to disaster (she's getting better tho!)

Weiss: so... Oh boy, the ice queen comes next.

Her first actual win in a solo combat was Marrow if I remember correctly.

So here's the thing, as a solo fighter Weiss is the weakest link because she relies heavily in her semblance, get her someone that can break her aura fast and that's it, she loses.

But her semblance is really REALLY good.

Like she could stand in one place, do her thing and that's it but there's a thing... Weiss is too logical and sometimes narrow minded, her winning against Marrow was amazing and made me proud because she used EVERYTHING in that damn room to her favor. She was creative!

For her type of semblance that's important!

At the beginning she was too STIFF with her semblance but it got to the point where she has learned to be fast on her feet. Use her semblance in a better, creative way AND be a support in the team.

But now, without her semblance Weiss is a good fighter, being a mix of ballet with fencing/swordplay. Really pretty to see and then take off the damn weapon and she's pretty useless.

See a pattern here? Team Whiterose are completely useless without their weapons and semblance, mmmm

Overall Weiss is a freaking monster thanks to her semblance. She has gotten better to it, to control it and stuff, became more creative and less stiff as well as quick thinker but she needs to get better in hand to hand combat... Please, I'm begging.

Blake: ah yeah, our favorite emo cat girl.

So, Blake is crazy. That's it, that's everything I'm going to say about her.

Ok no, but seriously her fighting style is chef kiss

Blake use of her semblance is amazing, like this girl knows what she's doing when fighting.

Her weapons are great as well, like they are sword, a gun, then that freaking ribbon where she goes all Spiderman with everyone. Amazing!

Tho, she comes with an advantage that no other in her team has.

As explained by different characters in the series, Faunus has physical advantage over humans, not only some of them can see in the dark, but they seem to get some characteristics of the animal they are based off.

A good example is how agile Velvet is thanks to the fact she's a rabbit faunus or the way Sun jumps because of being a monkey faunus.

Blake being a cat faunus gives her ton of advantage, she's stealthy, agile, fast, listen better than the average human, etc

Combine that with her semblance, weapon and fighting style and you have an amazing fighter.

But Blake is reckless and that have cost her in the past. Not only that but while she seems to know only basic stuff in hand to hand combat, relies a lot in her semblance and lately she use her ribbon way too much.

That gives an opportunity to the enemy to take her out easily as we saw in her fight against Vine.

I'm going to say that Blake is generally a good fighter and probably one of the best in Team RWBY in general words but lately she seems to focus a lot in her ribbon which makes her an easy target, idk if this on purpose because Blake have always dislike her semblance or it just they don't know how to make Blake fighting style anymore but it kinda annoys me how she has been reduced to a damsel in distress in some fighting scenes.

Overall Blake is a top notch fighter and her weakness are small details that she slowly overcoming.

Yang: ah yeah, here comes my girl (stupid Tumblr mobile isn't letting me putting her name in yellow 😡)

As you guys know I'm a hoe for this girl so I will try to be objective here.

Yang is the strongest member of the team, not only physically but mentally as well.

So, by far she has my favorite fighting style of all the damn characters, I just love watching Yang fight. I think is because I did martial arts as a kid and then some kick boxing in college so idk.

Listen, this girl is so damn practical, her weapons are absolutely genius.

She's probably the few (maybe only one?) Character that actually took an existing fighting style and did her weapon around it + uses her semblance around it which is practical and smart af

Which comes to one of my favorite things of Yang, how tactical she is. Like Yang is what Ruby could be if it wasn't because of the damn weapon.

Like you guys don't get, Ruby weakness is Yang strength.

Yang since the very beginning showed us how of an amazing fighter she is. You thought Ruby is a prodigy? That Weiss is a monster? Blake is out of this world? Well Yang is fucking God.

I know I KNOW, I said I was going to be objective but it just MISS YANG XIAO LONG IS WHAT CINDER WISH SHE COULD BE, I SWEAR TO GOD, THIS GIRL IS BETTER THAN SOME OF THE ADULTS IN THE SHOW.

Ok ok ok

Yang is emotional tho, which cost her a lot (like A LOT, she lost her arm), in the past she was angry 24/7 (still is but baby got it under control 🥰). People are going to say "well not in v1, 2 and 3!".

I'm sorry but that girl has angry issues and the only moment she gets to be angry is when fighting so yeah, she would angry fight everyone and you know what? She still was an amazing fighter while doing so cuz she would kick everyone ass, being tactical about it, find her opponent weakness and absolutely looking hot while doing so.

Anyway, Yang doesn't have like a huge weakness like Ruby or Weiss, literally are small details. She's pretty much versatile as Ember Celica give her the option of shooting at her opponent. Since the beginning she was pretty much one of the best fighters of all the kids, probably coming second after Phyrra.

Her semblance use is pretty good as well, she seems to have a better grasp of it than some of the other kids and know how to manipulate it without overusing it.

Which btw is what made me have like a huge problem with V4 with the whole Taiyang stuff cuz Yang already knew how to fight like he was telling her, so idk I feel that was an insult to Yang as a character because the reason she lost her arm was because of stress, tired, being in battlefield and hello her partner is in danger.

RWBY

Now that I finished with them individually we can see that RWBY has 2 support fighters, 1 versatile and the other one a basically upfront fighter. Which comes in handy a lot of fights.

But it isn't this what makes them a formidable team but it's their chemistry.

Since the very beginning we see they do the most important thing in any type of relationship, communication.

As Weiss has her problem with Ruby at the beginning she end up talking with an adult about it and then getting call out for her poor behavior, that makes her change her approach to Ruby but before all that she did communicate Ruby what her problem was with her which made Ruby to talk with Ozpin and change her approach to study and her team as well.

We see that Yang and Blake goes well since the beginning as well, and they communicate a lot better than Ruby and Weiss at the beginning. To the point that we can see it in their teamwork.

When it comes to Weiss racism the rest of the team communicate her to stop it and then you have Blake and Weiss discussion about it where we got a glimpse of Weiss life in Atlas as well the revelation of Blake being a faunus and an ex member of the White Fang. This makes Blake run away which later Weiss criticized while telling her that they should talk first and communicate better.

The priority of RWBY as a team is communication. Ruby communicate her plans to the rest of the teams, Weiss her feelings, Blake her knowledge and Yang... Ok maybe Yang needs to work in this department.

This makes their teamwork really strong and their bond just continues getting deeper.

Add to this the fact they learn to use each other in a better way, as having both Weiss and Ruby as support helps a ton, Blake to distract their opponents and Yang to finish them off.

A good example of this is probably the train part in V6, where Yang fights all of the Grimms closely, Blake tends to fight them at some distance while helping out and Ruby with Weiss combination of support make the job hard for the Grimms.

This is exactly why JOYR had such a problem with a new Grimm, Yang needs someone to catch her back while she finds a way to destroy the Grimm which is usually provided by her teammates meanwhile RWB didn't had the boost of strength that Yang gives them in battle to be able to finish off the Hound.

Even in duos RWBY are a hard opponent to go against, probably the duo that would have a hard time is Freezerburn as we see in V3 and still I think if you put them fight together currently they would be a duo you wouldn't want to cross lol

They shouldn't have a problem with trios either but usually Yang is the strength of the group and basically the tank so is understandable that RWB had a hard time adapting without her there.

There's a part in the book Before the Dawn where Coco talks about RWBY and how they are a really strong team and even say that while JNPR aren't bad, they were basically carrying on with Phyrra since Jaune wasn't the fighter he is today. (Plus other problems that Renora have as fighters but this is something for other day).

RWBY in general has a great communication between the members, a great leadership, strong bonds and amazing fighters. They know how to adapt to each other styles and some members even complement each other (Yang and Blake).

Other thing that should be talk about its how basically Ruby and Weiss are too similar and too different at the same time to the point that they should clash a lot (which they used to do) but thanks to the fact they communicate their teamwork is amazing and in their own way they make it work.

It really helps that Ruby with Weiss can have the luxury to go upfront against an enemy while having Weiss to back her up which is something she can't do with Yang or Blake.

That's mostly because their teamwork is a metaphor of their own relationship as well as Yang and Blake teamwork is a metaphor of their own relationship.

Usually Weiss is the main support of her team since she's a large range fighter thanks to her semblance which is basically what she gives to her teammates outside of the battle.

RWBY basically fight is how they are with each other outside of the battle as we can see in multiple instances.

Yang being the tank and strength in their fighting style is exactly what Yang is to RWB, she's basically the heart and soul of the team and without her a lot of their attacks doesn't have the strength necessary for it to work as well as we can in V8 how long it took to RWB to know what to do while Yang already knew what she had to do with JOYR. She's the action.

While Ruby is the leader and sometimes call the shoot, she guide the girls through battle and help both with support and action. She usually starts the fight as a sniper until she sees an opening to fight up close which is a thing she actually do with her team. She takes a step back before talking with any of them and helps them navigate through situation in their lifes like promising Weiss to being on her side at Atlas to sometimes intervening between Weiss and her family.

Blake in the other hand is more of a wild card, she's usually Yang personal support as their styles complement each other but in most situations she does it on her own, unlike Ruby, Blake usually is more of an upfront fighter and only being support when Yang needs her which is a thing outside of battle. She usually does her own way, and while she support both Weiss and Ruby is with Yang where we see a more intimate support.

This is what makes RWBY dangerous, their bond and chemistry is something they worked hard to have as they started with difficulties, is a thing the 4 of them appreciate and love, it really helps they know how to communicate and do so to be able to have a healthy relationship between each other.

Right now we are finally seeing a lack of communication between RWBY, specially between Yang and Ruby.

As we all know RWBY is a direct parallel of STRQ which means this miscommunication between Yang and Ruby is important for their future as a team. Is implied that they still have each other back but it's necessary for Yang to open up to Ruby about what's going since this could create a breach if not treated.

Conclusion: stan RWBY and stan LOONA 😌

#rwby #team rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #whiterose #bumbleby

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author-a-holmes · 4 years ago

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Underwing Challenge Day 3

"Who is your main cast? Describe as many of your OCs as you can cram into one post."

(Event Link) - (Day One) - (Day Two)

As many as I can cram into one post? Whooo-boy, you have no idea what you've asked for <3

Because Stolen is a Fantasy Romance, it's written in Third Person Close/Limited from the points of view of Stella Korazon and Reilly Mosswolf.

Stella Korazon

"Loving someone forever is the easy part, so long as you actually love them in the first place." - Stella

At the start of Stolen, Stella is a young but very talented thief. She was raised by her Da', Colm Korazon in a wagon that they used to travel the East Coast caravan route of Moryann.

Her greatest skills include being able to read a persons body language, and her pick-pocketing. She was taught how to fight, but her preferred reaction is to evade, dodge, run, or a mixture of the three.

Physically she's small. Short, and very slim, and with long blonde hair to her waist/hips and large blue eyes that make her look younger than she is, a look that she often uses to her advantage.

Stella's also a very good mimic, she can copy people's patterns of speech and behaviors as long as she's given sufficient time to study them.

Her biggest disadvantage is innocence. While Stella isn't naive to the dangers of Moryann, or the darker sides of the world she lives in, her Da' always encouraged social isolation. Teaching her to trust him, herself, and no one else. This makes for a strange dichotomy to her character that I enjoy playing with where she might be able to flirt with a mark and fluster them enough to rifle through their pockets unnoticed, but blush and stumble when being on the receiving end of genuine thanks or kindness.

Reilly Mosswolf

"You're in trouble, and I can help. Do I need more of a reason than that?" - Reilly

Reilly's parents were murdered when he was very young. He's elven, so very young for him was around 22 years, the developmental equivalent to mid-teens.

After his parents death, Reilly had his younger sister to look after, so he took to stealing. He was rather bad at it, and was caught. Luckily, for him, but the Guild Master of the Antillune Thieves Guild, Aldune Lamuird.

Instead of turning Reilly over to the guard, he took Reilly and his sister into the guild and looked after them, training both siblings himself when they expressed a desire to learn the trade.

At the start of Stolen, Reilly is 252 years old, and the current guild master having inherited his position from Aldune. Despite that he, and the guild, are in trouble.

For the previous year or two, there has been a rival guild from the Western side of Moryann beginning to encroach on the Antillune Guild's territory and while it hasn't yet escalated to an all out war, tensions are building.

Not least because around 6 months prior, Reilly's sister was found dead, having been clearly tortured. While Reilly is sure that the rival guild are responsible, he has no evidence and won't put the thieves under his protection at risk for a personal vendetta.

Physically, Reilly has the black eyes and sun-burnished skin of his mother's Desert Elf heritage. He also has black hair that he keeps shoulder length, and a scruff of a beard that helps give a messy edge to a face that would otherwise stand out in a crowd. He also has the traditional Forest Elf tattoo's that span from shoulder to wrist along his left arm; His family history written in elven.

His strengths are his experience, and his willingness to listen to opinions and advice other than his own. Reilly is a strong fighter, and Aldune taught him to carefully balance the racial specific talents of both his parents bloodlines, and to use them to his advantage. He has the powerful blows that belong to the forest clans, but the speed of the desert elves, making him a formidable opponent before he even picks up a blade.

Reilly's biggest disadvantage is his fear of losing people. Over the years, Reilly has lost almost everyone he's ever loved or cared for. His parents, Aldune, his sister Eryn, even a lover or two. He has an inner circle of people he relies on within the guild, six people he trusts above all others, but his best friend and the only one truly able to get through to him is Dara Brookor.

Reilly uses nicknames and pet-names to distance himself from his guild members, giving the illusion of closeness, but using the affectionate names to distance himself, and make sure he can't put a real name to a face should one of the people under his protection turn up dead.

It's when Reilly begins to use a person's real name, that they've truly begun to worm their way under his armor.

***

Stella and Reilly are surrounded by a small supporting cast, each of whom has a very important part to play in either the main characters lives, or the main plot, although that may not come to fruition within the first book...

Dara Brookor

"So you're trying to tell me that, when you realised you were developing a meaningful connection to a person you have known for less than a decade, you didn't panic, pull back, and avoid them like a complete moron?" - Dara

Dara runs most of the administrative side of the Antillune Thieves Guild. She handles all the records, job allocations and thief payments, and is also responsible for pairing up thieves whose skills will compliment each other.

She's also the best friend to Reilly Mosswolf. She met Reilly, and his sister Eryn, when they were attempting to steal from one of her clients. Before joining the guild, Dara ran a brothel in Antillune, and when Eryn Mosswolf tried to disguise herself as an employee to get close to her target, Dara interfered in an attempt to protect her staff.

Once the situation was explained, she ended up helping Eryn and Reilly with their job, and occasionally passing along information on good targets if a client tried to skip out on their bill.

Dara is over six feet tall, and almost half as broad, which is the only sign of her part ogre heritage. She has honey-blonde curls that she keeps cut to her jaw, and dark blue-green eyes.

She made good use of her imposing form to keep her staff protected and her clients in line, but eventually her establishment was set on fire by a competitor, which is when Reilly asked her to work for him instead, in the administrative side of the guild.

The fact that it meant Reilly got out of most of the paperwork was, he swears, simply a bonus.

Dara's strength is her ability to connect with people. While she isn't a thief, her long history in Antillune has given her a network on contacts across the city that feed her a steady supply of information, and Dara can quickly utilise those contacts to seek out any specific leads she or the guild needs.

Her weakness is that she doesn't want to think badly of anyone, and it can cloud her judgement. She doesn't automatically look for deceit and deception, which has often led to her finding herself in dangerous situations.

Thankfully, Dara strikes an intimidating form, can curse like an Antillune sailor, and knows how to wield blades well enough to back up her threats.

Myris Orinan

"I am not the youngest graduate from the college of Wizardry in nearly two centuries for nothing." - Myris

Myris Orinan is, simply put, a genius.

A forest elf in possession of extremely powerful elemental magic, Myris is one of only 3-4 people in Moryann who can control all four branches of elemental magic and manipulate them simultaneously to access the rare Kurro or Healing magic.

He completed his training at the College of Wizardry in less than 100 years, making him one of the youngest graduates to ever complete the training and he is also passable-to-fluent in over ten languages.

Myris is also entirely mute.

Married to Tanar Orinan, the pair met when Tanar had been hired to steal something from the library in the College of Wizardry. Myris discovered the thief, mid-job, because he'd been working late into the night and bound Tanar before demanding an explanation for his presence.

Tanar agreed to surrender the book, and forfeit the contract, in exchange for being allowed to court Myris and the pair were quickly inseparable.

Due to this close association with the Antillune Guild, however, Myris was attacked, kidnapped, and tortured for information on the guild, and on Reilly Mosswolf in particular.

Even though, at the time, he had no knowledge to give, his attackers punished him for withholding information by forcing an alchemical mixture into him that burnt away his vocal chords, effectively rending his magic useless as it's commonly accepted that without the ability to speak a spell, spellcasters and wizards are rendered powerless.

Myris proved everyone's theories on elemental magic wrong however by slowly developing his own language using hand positioning and finger shapes to communicate words and phrases, and with practice and strength of will he gradually taught himself how to cast spells with a non-verbal trigger, instead of a spoken one.

While Myris has physically recovered as well as he can from the experience, and his magic is as strong as ever, despite requiring more effort to cast non-verbally, Myris has been left with a powerful hatred of Vine, and an ever encroaching fear that such an attack will happen again.

After his recovery, and several assessments by the College to prove that he could continue to retain his Wizard title, Myris moved to the Antillune Thieves guild to work as their wizard in residence, providing wards and magical services to the guild in exchange for a modest fee and even working to create unique items to help the guild function better and to keep its members safer.

Myris does not leave the Guild grounds without Tanar by his side, and even then only in exceptional circumstances. If he is required to leave the guild for any reason, it also tends to leave him with nightmares for several weeks.

Honorable Mentions

I had some others I was going to do but this is so long already, and I'm already 7 hours into Day Four that I'm pushing them into an honorable mentions section instead.

Tanar Sotor Orinan, Indre Larieth, Lurall Penrith and Nilion Kurez are all additional members of the guilds Inner Circle.

Tanar is half plains elf and half human, and is married to Myris. He used to be the thief partner to Eryn Mosswolf after Reilly was made guild master.

Indre Larieth is a half-elf who was recruited by Nilion Kurez, but has remained steadfastly loyal to Reilly for many years. Due to her Snow Elf heritage she can appear stand-offish and cold, but she cares deeply for her chosen few, and will go to extraordinary lengths to do whatever she thinks is nessecary to protect them.

Lurall Penrith was once trained by the Ikhari guild of assassins. It wasn't a path he chose, but instead of running her decided to become good enough that the guild would have no choice but to allow him to leave. After he met Reilly, he leveraged the backing of another guild to convince the Ikhari to let him walk away. Lurall now runs the Guild Outpost in the Western Desert, but frequently visits Reilly in Antillune.

Nilion Kurez is a Forest Elf, and has been a member of the Antillune thieves guild since Aldune Lamuird founded it. He helped write many of the guilds laws, and has known Reilly most of his life, having watched him grow up inside the guild, and in many cases been one of Reilly's teachers.

Hawk Denill is the face of Vine in Book One, and the person who hires Stella to break into the guild and steal from Reilly Mosswolf. He is a dark character who I intend to be a thorn in Stella and Reilly's side for at least the first three books. Once a member of Reilly's own guild, Hawk was banished when the guild discovered he was responsible for a series of grisly murders in Antillune. Hawk has returned to the city only recently, confident with the backing of a new guild.

Liandra 'Andy' Jenkin is a bright but brash young thief who Dara partners with Stella once she settles into the guild. Andy is Human, but makes up for the disadvantages this gives her in speed and strength by sheer enthusiasm, and stubborn determination. Andy has a grudge of her own against Vine, since their people laid an ambush on her last job that injured her and killed her previous partner.

Colm Korazon is Stella's Da'. While Colm is also a thief, he's not a particularly good one. He raised Stella in a travelling caravan, using it as a base to sell all sorts of false herbal remedies, imitation magical items, and any other junk he could con people into purchasing. All the while training Stella to do what he could not. By the time she was old enough to blend in with the crowds that gathered around his stall, the items he attempted to sell were merely a distraction to allow Stella to silently search through pockets.

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oceanera12 · 4 years ago

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Star Wars x Percy Jackson

Okay so this was a LOT harder then I thought it was going to be on the account that literally everyone in the GFFA is related to one another. So for the sake of my sanity (and yours) let’s just assume that no one is related so I can figure out what kriffing Olympian attributed to them (also we are keeping them all Greek to save me that headache)

Also to keep my sanity I split everyone up by Trilogy/TV Show so just assume each each are a new generation (with some overlapping)--

Also I’m not doing everyone because there is way too many kriffing characters so get ready for highlights and personal favorites. If you have anyone to add, comment or feel free to add! (Last “also”, promise! I stuck mostly with the big twelve to, you guessed it, preserve my sanity!)

Prequels:

Yoda is from Dionysus cabin--FIGHT ME ON THIS. I could not figure out why he talks like he does and came to the conclusion is he is definitely “drunk” on Kool-Aid. Also I like the idea of him growing vines and plants because of Dagoba. He is a camp councilor that’s been around for longer than anyone can remember by Chiron likes him well enough.

Mace is a child of Hades. ... I honestly don’t know why, but as soon as that image popped into my head I accepted it. Maybe it’s because of his stoic personality or maybe the fact he fights in a very angry style, to which I say, “skeletons ripping up from the earth”.

Qui-Gon-- for some bizarre reason the idea of Hypnos popped into my head and I now I cannot get it to leave me alone. So Qui is from Hypnos cabin. He gets a lot of sleep and even more visions of the future (such as a very powerful half-blood coming to camp and he’s now determined to find that kid)

Obi-Wan was tricky. I debated between a lot of cabins and none of them seemed to work for him. I finally settled on Hephaestus, which seems weird but let me explain. Obi-Wan feels like someone who would totally be into arts and crafts, if he could have. Hephaestus cabin usually has a good head and are quite smart

Anakin is from Zeus Cabin. Did you expect anything less? This kid is Mr. Lightning summoning, sword wielding, insane power with way too many emotions. (It was either that or Hephaestus but... “Chosen One” and all that)

Padme is 100% from Athena cabin. That’s it. Fight me.

Palpatine is a weird one because I’d usually just make him a monster or something like a Titan but... eh. I’m going Hermes because this boy knows how to lie and trick people (a lot like Luke, now that I think about it...). A friend of mine also suggested the child of Nemesis, the goddess of Revenge which could also work so pick your pick.

R2-D2 and C-3PO are satyrs. Very annoying, very loud, satyrs. 3PO goes on and on about the importance of nature and R2 follows behind him creating his own form of chaos. Most people avoid them.

Clone Wars:

Ahsoka is also from Athena cabin. I just like to picture her fighting with two knives and flipping around like a gymnast. But she’s more chill then Ares cabin--although she does love hanging out with those boys. She’s unofficially adopted by Ares cabin as a sister in arms so that’s cool.

Ares Cabin just consists of all the clones, okay? It was either that or Hermes but I just couldn’t imagine my boys without their military structure. Cody’s head of the cabin and has to try and keep all of his siblings in line-- very poorly, but he’s doing his best.

Satine is in Demeter Cabin. I wasn’t sure where else to put a pacifist but I thought it suited her well enough. Ex-girlfriend of Obi-Wan but they are on friendly terms (and there is a running bet on when they will get back together)

Rebels:

Kanan was really hard to figure out. I decided to make him Poseidon’s kid because he’s usually really chill in the show. For the most part, he’s really laid back and doesn’t use any water abilities unless he has too. Prefers to fight with a sword, but can use a crossbow surprising well. Has a street kid background so he gets along with the Hermes cabin really well and has kind of “adopted” one of the kids there (three guesses as to who)

Hera has to fly, okay? She has to be able to fly either a Pegasus or actually fly which leaves either Zeus, Apollo, or Poseidon as the main picks, which I don’t think any of those scream Hera. In fact, flip them, she’s a mortal that see’s through the Mist. She somehow got dragged into this world of monsters and demi-gods and is now chilling at the camp just for the heck of it. It may or may not have had something to do with her now-Boyfriend Kanan who may or may not have been on a quest at the time when he accidently destroyed her apartment because of a stupid hellhound.

Ezra is in Hermes cabin. This tiny little thief is wonderful and is a cute little blueberry. Kanan kind of unofficially adopted the kid so Ezra is usually drenched from swimming in the lake.

Zeb is from Athena cabin. Very skilled with a staff and very into battle meditation. Not super into the “intelligent” side of Athena, but he is in no way an idiot. Get’s into a lot of trouble with Ezra because why not?

Sabine I could totally see being the child of Apollo, but she joined Artemis Huntresses (maybe out of spite to her Dad but also because a bunch of warrior women? Heck, yeah!). Very artsy, excellent shot with a bow, and is much, much cooler then her dad.

Chopper is a very lazy, very stubborn Hellhound, fight me on this (and may have been the Hellhound Kana was fighting when he met Hera, but he’s now attached to this strange mortal woman who literally told off these two for destroying her house).

Original:

Luke was almost a child of the big three (specifically Hades for some bizarre reason--don’t ask me why, I don’t know how my brain got on that) but then I remembered that Hecate was a thing soooooo... Luke Skywalker, the son of Hecate, goddess of magic. He manipulates the mist and stuff like that. Also likes to fly Pegasi.

Leia... okay, this is going to sound really weird but I kind of see Leia as a child of Aphrodite. Not obsessed with how she looks and all that stuff, but more like Piper. Very strong willed, determined, and keeps your attention. She fights for what she believes in (loves) and can kick butt. It was either that or Athena but... eh, let’s turn that on it’s side, shall we?

Han is Hermes. What did you expect?

Chewbacca is a satyr. I don’t know if you expected any differently, but I’m picturing Coach Hedge just not... insane. Very much likes to fight monsters and is very protective of Han.

Lando is... tricky. I’m going to go with Dionysus simply because of the party factor, but don’t cross him. He can mess you up.

Sequels:

Rey is unclaimed. She chills in Hermes cabin and has no idea who her Godly parent is... which she mopes about a lot. ((I literally could not figure out who’s daughter she would be because that’s kind of the whole Trilogy. And then it hit me like an out of control Pegasus.))

Poe is from Apollo cabin and can usually be found on a Pegasus. His favorite is nicknamed BB and is white with “orange” spots. Very good at flying and shooting a bow at the same time. Yes, he’s a show off and yes, he’s very good in a fight.

Finn is in Ares cabin. But he’s more like Frank in the sense of he’s definitely nicer then most of his cabinmates. Excellent fighter but does not have that stupid Ares temper... most days (don’t cross Finn or he will mess you up)

Rose gets to be a child of Hephaestus. She’s smart and is an engineer, simple as that.

Kylo/Ben is in Aphrodite cabin simply because I want him there. He’s prissy, full of himself, and a jerk and if that isn’t Aphrodite, I don’t know what is (I’m sorry, I just hated Aphrodite in the books and Kylo was kind of a “meh” character soooooooooo...)

#fandom meets fandom #percy jackson #star wars #star wars original trilogy #star wars prequels #star wars sequals #star wars rebels #star wars the clone wars #too many characters to tag #au #au's galore #would you believe luke and leia were the hardest to come up with?#seriously #i could not figure them out for the life of me

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florbelles · 4 years ago

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C & E for Lyra, G & M for Lillian 💕

thank you lovely!! sorry for the delay xx

— E / EXTERNAL PERSONALITY

i. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

absolutely. it might seem counterintuitive, since a good deal of her life has relied on deception — her many cons, her evasion of suspicion in forty murders over the span of ten years, and eventually posing as a civilian to spy on the resistance for the project — but she’s effective because of her passive, instead of active, methodology; she will not tell an explicit lie, but she will make a statement that is technically true, but wildly misleading in its context; she really is that affable and good-natured. she is also sadistic, messianic, and freely admits that she considers herself monstrous ( yes, she is terrible; she knows what she is, do you? ), but generally speaking, no one has cause to see that until it’s too late ( no, literally, she is removing their eyeballs, she is cutting their tongues, she is sewing flowers where their organs used to be, and isn’t it beautiful, that their deaths have meaning, that their skin will not simply blister and burn, that they will not choke as the ash fills their lungs; she will string their bodies about the county; no one will know the work is hers, not until later, not until the end, but then, they never thought to ask ). her blood runs much too hot, she is much too impulsive and reckless, her fuse much too short to maintain a persona that is not, essentially, who she is; if others have missed something essential, well. that’s hardly her fault, is it?

ii. do they do things that conform to the norm?

absolutely not. she has never, anywhere in her life, not been glaringly out of place. it’s how she prefers it; she hides in plain sight. she was perpetually flinging herself up against what was expected of her, getting kicked out of boarding school, disappearing for days at a time on nantucket, eventually leaving the week before her sixteenth birthday and never returning. she left behind any semblance of a normalcy with her old life; she’s been on the run ever since. the closest she has had in her adult life to a routine, to normalcy, is with the project. that says everything, i think.

iii. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

see above. she has quite literally never conformed; even as a girl she was a scandal, far too obscene for the old money set ( doubtless her mother’s blood, they murmur; what was lawrence thinking? ). her manner of speaking is outdated, over-formal and over-familiar; her wardrobe consists solely of bare feet or high heels, of long white or pale pink dresses with thigh slits, plunging necklines, bared arms; she is entirely ostentatious. she was living out of her car pumping gas at a texaco in a wedding dress on a tuesday afternoon.

iv. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

not especially, she stays informed prior to hope county on what’s presently influencing the public consciousness but she doesn’t especially engage with it; she’s never been much for the internet. she’s good at context clues. if you send her a gif or a meme she’ll understand it. if you send her a screenshot of a vine or expect her to understand that sort of shorthand she’ll be lost. why have you sent this photo of a man smashing his phone. is he a friend. does he need help.

v. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

she projects her personality diligently. everything about her has been refined to this; everything about the way she presents herself is intentional. yes, it’s a manipulation, but it’s also true — she has never been anything else. she would not be able to be otherwise, even if she wished to. she allows people to draw their own assumptions from what she presents, and their conclusions are nearly always incorrect; she is indisputably a certain type of woman, but very few actually arrive at the type of woman she is. she weaponizes hyper-femininity to give the illusion of vulnerability to a certain type of man. she gives the impression of materialism where there is none. she bares her tattoos at all times ( the lilies strangled by vines, the thorned roses, the serpent twined in carnations, the wrath across her breasts ); she has shown everyone what she is, she warned them, she wears it on her skin, it is not her fault they did not interpret it correctly ( this is why the marking & atonement immediately resonates with her, it’s aligned with an ideology she already possesses ).

— C / COMFORT

i. how do they sit in a chair?

legs extended and crossed at the heel when she wishes to take up space or make herself an imposing presence; straight backed with her legs folded at a bar or in a meeting; a regular feline at home ( if she’s with her husband she’s curled around him and in his lap, no personal space in this house ). ( originally answered here x )

ii. in what position do they sleep?

she used to sleep on her stomach or side with one arm flung out and the other tucked under her head; she and john sleep in a tangled mess on top of each other because they’re disgusting. she likes to keep a hand on one of his pulse points; she can’t sleep unless she can feel him breathe. ( originally answered here x)

for the last ten years of her life she sleeps curled on the ground with her fingers in the dirt and tries to feel a pulse through the earth.

iii. what is their ideal comfort day?

watch the sunrise ( this is not john's ideal comfort day so his ass better be on that balcony ), fuck all morning, wander the mountains or get high by the river most of the day, read or dance to her favorite records, and a fire at night ( bonfire in the firepit or by the river preferable, hearth fire acceptable if the weather is not permissive ).

iv. what is their major comfort food? why?

hot, sweet, baked things. sugar donuts, scones, coffee cakes. she would loiter around the nantucket bakeries as a girl. lawrence would take her sometimes, if he needed something or was repenting.

v. who is the best at comforting them when down?

john is essentially the only person she even allows to attempt; faith and joseph very circumstantially. it’s less about emotional vulnerability and more about burdening anyone else with her problems; in any given situation, she considers herself the most expendable party, but specifically her discomfort/suffering — she quite literally believes her soul to be damned and forfeit as the price of the world, the lamb, if you will — and that extends to her emotional state in terms. she’s comfortable making herself john’s problem because he signed up for it; she adamantly refuses to do so elsewhere.

— G / GORGEOUS

i. what is their most attractive external feature?

she favors her eyes; all of her sisters share them. she is most often complimented on her hair.

ii. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

extremely resourceful and an excellent conversationalist; either a real pain in the ass or a fucking delight when she lets her hair down, depending on who you ask.

iii. what benefits come with being their friend?

access to everywhere and everything, though if it’s above board she’s probably going to be dull about it and spend the whole time sniping at society she sees there. knows the best places to slip in if you don’t want to be seen, can guarantee you’re seen if you do. can dispatch unwanted suitors, artfully when she’s sober and off-puttingly when she in her cups. premium gossip, if you'd like it.

truthfully, before the war, she'll never be a simple friend to have; she comes with the complications of her family and her name, as much as she might like to slip out at night and play at anonymity to pretend otherwise ( which she will want to do, often ). nonetheless, she invariably comes with society's gaze fixed on her, her familial obligations, and a good deal of skepticism about the intentions of others. she’ll see to your social advancement because that’s what she expects you need from her. if you've withstood the test of time, however, you’re her family, second only to her siblings; she’ll do anything for you.

post-war she can offer her loyalty and a wealth of knowledge about the world before, context to pre-war technology, etc. very scientifically adept, if not trained; in another life she would have spent her years in a lab instead of in front of the cameras. a valuable ally as long as you don't put her on the front lines.

iv. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

she likes that she's resourceful. she likes that she's undefeated among her peers at chess. she likes how splendidly she can command a room, when she wishes; she likes that she can make people listen to her. she likes it better still when she feels she has something that's worth saying ( and she nearly always does ). she likes that she can be ruthless.

while it is one of her defining traits, she can dislike her obstinacy, insofar as she recognizes it’s to blame for her willful blindness to what was happening around her before the great war. she dislikes the extent to which her loyalty to her family led her to turn her head to what was happening around her. she dislikes that she cares so much what everyone thinks of her. she dislikes that she needs her mother's approval, that she hears her voice even after her death. even after she killed her.

v. what parts of others do they envy?

to that point, she envies the more uninhibited like jackie a good deal; to disregard the opinion of others, even their family, in the name of staying true to herself and her ideals is a type of bravery that lillian wishes she had, even if she thinks jackie misguided in her radicalism. she envies freedom, in all forms she lacks it. she envies those unconcerned with perfectionism. she envies anyone who lives a life unencumbered by expectations and legacies.

post-war, she envies those who aren’t burdened with what came before, all that was lost and how and why. she wouldn’t unknow it it she could — being the last to know is a great fear of hers that’s been realized one too many times — but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t envy those who don’t have that baggage of first hand experience and involvement.

— M / MATERNAL

i. would they want a daughter or a son?

neither, truthfully, but she would probably feel more comfortable raising a son; she’s already spent her life shielding evie from their mother, and feels she did an abysmal job of it, so she’s not eager to repeat those mistakes.

ii. how many children do they want?

none, really. lillian is unable to have biological children, but even if she could, she only would have had them out of a sense of obligation to continue the family line, and because of that sense of obligation — subconscious though it might have been — she came to resent the concept.

iii. would they be a good parent?

not really. she could learn — she can learn about anything — but it wouldn't come naturally to her. because it's not something she would choose for herself, it isn't something that would ever be uncomplicated for her. in many respects she's too much a perfectionist to strike a balance as a parent; she would either be overinvolved and overbearing or go to the other extreme and be entirely hands-off. her nanny would most likely be the better mother; hers was.

iv. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

john is the family name for boys, from which she'd probably be disinclined to deviate ( even evie only ventured so far as "shaun" in her defiance ). she would name a girl anything but audrey ( her mother's first name, her own legal first name ). after the war it would be extremely circumstantial. she would probably name her after jackie. because of birth order, she tells evie brightly. evie is annoyed by this for the rest of their lives.

v. would they adopt?

she technically does adopt, in the sense that she takes in her nephew and passes him off as her own. she figured she owed evie that much. ( as it happens, the great war comes just before his first birthday, so motherhood is still not something in the cards for her ). she wouldn't do it again, and she would not have done it under virtually any other circumstances.

#pardon the novel jfc #i flipped e & c for the order because i recycled a few answers in c xx #answered #scungilliwoman #oc: lyra fairbanks #oc: lillian fitzgerald

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the-jade-cross · 4 years ago

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Knight of the Forest - Chapter III

“It’s not fair!” Margaery screeched, throwing her arms up in a tantrum as she stomped her foot angrily, ignoring Garlan who was trying desperately to calm his sister down but couldn’t get close due to not wanting to be swatted by her flailing arms. “I hate father! I HATE HIM!”

Willas sighed from where he was confined to the seat. After being crippled from the waist down a few years prior at a joust, he was unable to move from room to room without the assistance of Garlan or even teenage Loras who would assist him by use of his wheeled chair.

“Margaery, calm down,” he said firmly.

Margaery slapped Garlan’s soothing hands away from her and flipped her hair out of her face angrily, “Five years ago father sent Maya away because “her powers were attracting unwanted attention” and now he is sending Lillia away!”

“It was not entirely father’s doing,” Willas pointed out. “Lady Arryn was the one who finalized the decision to send Lillia to Kings Landing.”

“But Father was the one who ratted to Lady Arryn!” Margaery pouted, spitting as she yelled angrily. “He told her that Lillia wasn’t a “perfect lady” and you can rely on Lady Arryn to imagine since her imagination is so broad! Sure, Lillia is not the fine lady who walks around in gowns all day long, talking about stitching and husbands! Sure, she is better at hand-to-hand battle axe combat than any of our knights and sure she is not the best at sewing but that does not give father the right to talk trash about her and then suggest that she leave for Kings Landing!”

“You know she has a point,” Garlan pointed out to his brother. “Father does have a habit of feeding the lambs to the lions. But at least Lillia will have Evelyn there. She just recently moved there with Sansa and Arya when she was wed to Jaime Lannister.”

“I still cannot believe that her father agreed to that marriage,” Margaery huffed. “But that is beside the point and nevertheless, Evelyn left Kings Landing. Didn’t you hear?”

Both brothers frowned and shook their heads. “After Ned Stark was killed by Joffrey, Arya ran away and shortly afterwards, Evelyn disappeared. No one knows if she is dead or if she managed to escape the clutches of Cersei Lannister. Sansa is still stuck there poor thing.”

“Well then at least Lillia will have Sansa even if she was better friends with Evelyn.” Garlan soothed.

“Hey… as anyone seen Loras?” Willas inquired.

When Lillia finally located Loras, she wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him. She had been living with the Tyrell family for almost six years now and needless to say, her little crush on the youngest Tyrell had grown into something that Lillia knew was more than a crush… possibly even more than love. However, the only inclination that Loras gave her was that she was a friend in his eyes. Not once had he ever shown an interest in her other than his sword partner and playmate.

That was just how teenagers were right? The girls were the ones to fall in love with the one guy who was completely oblivious and thought nothing of her other than a friend. This was what was running through Lillia’s head as she gently knocked on Loras’s bedroom door.

When she got no answer, she assumed he must be asleep and hoping to possibly leave a note on his bed before leaving, she cracked the door open. That was when she realized her mistake. Loras was not asleep but rather sitting up on the edge of his bed, his front to her but his body bent so far in half that she couldn’t see his expression. His knees were pulled up, arms crossed over the caps of his knees and his head pressed into his arms.

“Loras?” Lillia whispered, watching as light from the hallway flooded the pitch-dark bedroom.

The boy’s head snapped up, obviously not having realized her presence or possibly even her previous knocking. Lillia took a full step back in shock at the expression on Loras’s face. His usually rosy freckled cheeks were stained with red lines from hot tears, his bright golden eyes were puffy from extensive crying. His unmistakably slender lips were puffy and trembling as more tears continued to flood his eyes but now, he was more shocked and embarrassed at the predicament that Lillia found him in to continue crying.

“I’m sorry…” the girl stammered, realizing that she had just invaded his privacy.

She stepped back through the door and moved to close it when she muttered to herself. “I am disgusting.”

Of all times to be thoughtless and barge into Loras’s bedroom was when he really needed privacy. Not only had she invaded his private den but also embarrassed him by finding him in that state.

As she closed the door behind her, she missed the confused and evidently hurt look on Loras’s face… unaware that only the last part of her muttering had reached Loras’s ears, making it sound like she had said: “Disgusting”.

Flashback End

"And Loras did not say goodbye?" Tommen asked.

Lillia shook her head, "For the past 3 years I have been corresponding with Margaery, Willas and Garlan but Loras has never answered a single one of my letters. I do not know what happened but... by leaving, I broke whatever it was that we had."

The young boy nodded, resting his plump chin in his hands as he thoughtfully stared out of the bedroom that Lillia had occupied for almost three years. "Maybe he was sad that you were leaving and thinks that it would be better to forget you. I mean, if I was really close with someone and the chances of me seeing them again were near to none, I would try to distance myself not only to protect my feelings but theirs."

"But that's the thing," Lillia sighed. "If he is trying to protect my feelings, he is doing splendidly because my feelings cannot get any more hurt."

Tommen smiled sadly at the girl who had become like a second sister to him since Myrcella had left for Dorne. "Well, since my uncle Stannis has died... and Margaery is coming to marry Joffrey... who knows, perhaps you can see him again."

Lillia nodded, "If the rumors about him aren't true..."

"What rumors?" the boy inquired.

"That he prefers men."

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“Ser Jaime!” Lillia called as she rushed into the blacksmith shop just outside the manor. “Bron said you wanted to see me.”

Jaime lifted his head from where he had been bent over the blacksmith table, trying to draw something with his left hand. He smiled at the girl before holding up what he had sketched ot the blacksmith.

“Do you think you could make that?” he asked the burly man, “out of this?”

Jaime placed a small block of metal on the table and both Lillia and the blacksmith gawked in shock.

“Valerian!?” the blacksmith gawked, “Where did you come by that Ser?”

“My father gifted me a valerian sword and the remaining metal from it,” Jaime explained before looking at Lillia.

“I need to talk to you about something,” the man whispered to her, “Come with me.”

Lillia followed the man into the back of the blacksmith shop before he began to pace back and forth.

“This will probably sound absolutely ridiculous to you but…” Jaime started, stroking his shaven face thoughtfully, “How do I put this?”

Lillia chuckled, “Ser Jaime, my childhood best friend can manipulate water and the boy I love since forever is actually into men so… very little sounds strange to me,” she assured him.

Jaime sighed, thinking over the best way to explain himself to Lillia, “Do you ever… have an instance where you see something that is so real, you think it could be real but its…” he started, only for Lillia to finish.

“Just a dream?” Lilli asked. Yeah, totally crazy in the eyes of someone who receives visions of three girls in the bodies of fire, water and wind. Totally crazy.

“Not dreams but…. Glimpses… visions,” Jaime replied, stopping his pacing, “I saw a vision of a golden dragon… small… but I felt like I knew it somehow and right aver the vision cleared, this picture… this idea kept appearing in my mind like a memory aching to be set free… to be remembered. The picture made no sense to me but I could do nothing but see to it that whatever the picture represented… saw the light.”

Lillia raised her eyebrows and had to blow a puff of air to get rid of a blond curl that had fell in her eyes. “Why did you tell me all of this Ser Jaime? Where did you get the idea that this was connected to me…. and how do you know I wont speak of this to others and then you’ll look like a psycho?”

Jaime strode over to the petite girl and grasped her shoulders, “Because when that picture appeared in my head… your face kept flashing before my eyes…. As if it were you telling me to do this.”

This definitely intrigued the girl who tilted her head to the side inquisitively, “What was the picture you saw Ser Jaime if you do not mind my asking?”

Jaime sighed, “A necklace… but… it was almost more of a second skin than a necklace… almost engraved into the skin, it was so delicate and intricate… and yet so deadly and simple. A twisting vine, wrapped around your neck with leaves of metal fanning out from the vine, standing against your skin… and… for a moment it almost looked like the leaves were real.”

Lillia frowned, “Why do you say that?”

“Because I could have sworn I saw the leaves move,” Jaime whispered.

The girl’s eyes widened and her face almost paled as a confused look crossed her round, rosy face.

“That is impossible…” she muttered. “Only land… and earth feeding life will be summoned… wait…. Ser Jaime,” She declared, breaking out of her mumbling. “Is metal a form of earth?”

Jaime furrowed his brow before he shrugged, “It is a type of stone I believe… an ore… why?”

The girl was out the door in a split second before the man could even blink, wondering what could have been so urgent as to require the girl’s hasty departure. Meanwhile, Lillia came sprinting into her room, checking under the bed, in the closet and even behind the curtains to make sure she was alone before locking her bedroom door. Rushing to the flower pots she had placed on her bedroom balcony with special plants for specific reasons, she plucked twenty petals each from the lotus, copal, anemone and rosemary. Plants before rushing back into her room, closing the balcony door as she went. Now completely alone, Lillia carefully sprinkled the petals on the floor in four individual sections before planting herself amongst the rosemary petals. She was just about o begin when she remembered something she had learnt the last time, the hard way. Rushing to a nearby flower pot, she scooped a few handfuls of soil before sprinkling the dirt amongst the rosemary. Dusting off her hands and looking at her preparations with satisfaction, she stood back over the rosemary and shut her eyes, breathing in deeply. She tried to picture it… the petals floating into the air of their own accord… moving with purpose… slowly she cracked her eyes open and she saw that it was happening. The petals were suspended in the air! First the First the copal petals burst into flames and the unmistakable tall but slender figure with short hair and glowing red eyes appeared. Next the lotus petals began to drip water like a perspiring brow in the heat of summer before a second figure came to light, the features made clear by the texture of the water’s shape, depicting long ringlets and a love face shrouded by a mask. Last but not least, the anemone petals began to spiral out of control, blowing around in a circle like a torpedo ripping through the land before it burst into an array of air and petals and what was left was a petite, short haired, calm faced girl made of air. Lillia grinned.

“You all made it!” She chirped.

“You caught me at a good time,” The water figure of Maya stated, “I was bored out of my mind!”

Lillia smirked before looking at Evelyn’s fiery burning, stoic figure, “Eve, if I have to lie about you to Ser Jaime one more time, I may have to renounce my elemental claim on this joining.”

Evelyn shook her head, “He cannot know Lils. Especially when I am under the training of Brisingr.”

“How is that going?” Nanteza’s airy figure inquired. “I have to watch my cousins cracking whips at dead men’s heads all day long.”

“It is well,” Evelyn replied calmly.

“He is harsh, firm but a good teacher and if I want to tap into the deep fire within me, I need to understand which elements represent what parts of me.”

“You’re lucky,” maya sighed. “You get to go on adventures while I am locked up here like a wild circus beast, having to hide behind chainmail and masks to keep people away from me.”

“I told you,” Lillia pointed out. “I can come visit.”

“Like hell!” Nanteza cried, interrupting Evelyn and Maya who were about to say the same. “That is no place for your Arryn.”

Lillia stuck out her lip in a pout before she remembered why she had summoned the pinnacle of life in the first place.

“Listen… do any of you remember that prophecy we saw… next to the one about us?”

“Oh the one on bonds?” Maya inquired. “Yeah… erm… four souls shall bind their hearts and minds to those of their beloved but the bond shared shall not be with their mate of the soul but with their spirit’s kindred.”

“Did any of us even figure out what that meant?” Nanteza inquired.

“yes,” Evelyn answered. “It is about our soulmates… for me it is Jaime… stating how our minds, souls and hearts will be bound with our soulmate but the “bond” will be shared with our spirit’s kindred… kindred spirits… like best friends.”

“So… like our soulmates will have a best friend in one of us?” Maya asked. “Why did you ask Lillia?”

Lillia shrugged, “Just that… Ser Jaime told me today of a vision he had of a gold dragon… and after the vision, he had this thought … or feeling to have something made from valerian steel and said that I was a part of the picture he saw…”

“Then you must be Jaime’s spirit’s kindred,’ Maya pointed out, “I wouldn’t be surprised if that makes Loras your soulmate considering that he and I are close siblings.”

“Oh shut up!” Lillia grumbled. “besides, he’s into men.”

Nanteza, Maya and Evelyn shared a knowing look before they one by one disappeared and all that was left were. Pile of petals. Lillia looked down at the petals beneath her feet and wasn’t surprised to find that in their place were twenty little rosemary blossoms.

“Yet again. I need to figure out how to prevent that!”

Due to her dropping soil on the floor, the rosemary hadn’t taken root in the floor like last time but the soil so Lillia easily transplanted them and cleaned up the mess. A few hours later, a package appeared outside her door and when she opened the wrapping, there lay a necklace of pure valerian steel, a twisting vine with fanning leaves.

“Now… to learn how to move metal!”

#Loras tyrell #loras #Loras Tyrell x oc #Loras Tyrell x reader #game of thrones #got #Jaime Lannister

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ohhoneato · 4 years ago

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In order to speak of most anyone else, I must introduce, The Enchantress.

This is Rose Candit.

And she has been alive for millions of years.

Rose started out discriminated against, as someone from a family that openly used magic in the time period she was born into, it was only natural. She had 4 siblings, each with their own distinct power, but Rose was the most powerful.

As she grew up, she began hiding her powers to meet with a human, whom she'd fallen deeply in love with. He loved her back and they spent plenty of time together. Then one day, she accidentally used her magic in front of him. She couldn't quite remember what she'd done, but it was something small like growing a flower or picking something up.

The human grew furious that she'd kept this from him and attempted to kill her. He was unsuccessful, though at that point she would have gladly died for him.

She kept trying to speak with him, to get him to understand, to no avail. As they grew older, he married a human girl, but not before killing all of her siblings in cold blood. He hunted them down, whether for sport or revenge she never knew. But that pulled her out of her lovestruck daze. She found each of her siblings and pulled each their souls into an artifact of their own, a jewel that matched their personalities. These gems were eventually considered ancient artifacts that were frequently sought after for their power.

She traveled through the world to different places, fighting everywhere that she was needed for others. She wandered for years before she considered, perhaps she could change this, the fighting and hatred. She began growing her own resistance, not made of those who were able to sustain their age infinitely like her, but normal magic uses. Witches and warlocks as ordinary as could be. All driven from their homes with their families killed in vain.

She recruited a man named Nero Roamer, who was from a long line of assassins. He was kicked out of his family for attacking the head of the house, his mother, and wanted to make a new life for himself fighting for the good of others.

The two of them traveled for a long time, recruiting others for their cause.

Rose wasn't perfect. Her time among humans made her bitter. She began taking slaves from the humans, usually those less headstrong and willing to work for her. Perhaps they looked up to those with magic or they could be children, who could be influenced. They were considered slaves because she didn't pay them. She didn't truly kidnap any of them, most willingly came with her after she offered. The work was hard, but everyone believed in what they were doing. She pretended to be indifferent to the humans, but those who knew her knew she thought of them fondly.

Nero eventually was found by a brother, named Polo. Polo was young when he found them, at only 15, but he was already a fully train assassin. Nero loved his brother immensely. And he sacrificed himself for him. After a few years of consideration, Polo would join the resistance.

After traveling for a year or two more, Rose met another traveler. He was one hundred or so years older than her. Radence Kroy was his name and he was the most powerful warlock in the world. Although if you flicked him you would break a bone (think spongebob, glass bones and paper skin). They didn't quite get along, but Radence was rich beyond all belief and believed in her cause. He was obviously jaded and depressed from his time living, but Rose knew better than to ask. He would become her benefactor, though made it so all of his funds would go to his boyfriend and butler if she were to kill him, to be safe.

By this time, she'd adopted all of her children and she used this money to make her school, where she'd live and run the school with Polo as her vice principal, still working on recruiting those with magic for the war still raging on in the background of society.

A little extra, because I wanted to include it, but it won't be super expanded on because I need somewhere to go from here xD Also I feel the need to mention that the soulmark au thing is canon here, created by Radence who had someone kill themselves out of grief after a bad break up that was a friend of his.

Rose has many prestigious witches, warlocks, and wizards come through her school and eventually meets an assassin named Catheir. He's a directly relative of the human she fell in love with all of those years ago and at first, she completely ignores his attempts at flirting with her. They were obviously soulmates, but she just didn't want to take the chance again, especially since after Radence created his spell a second soulmark from the human appeared on her then immediately faded to grey, the color of a deceased soulmate.

Eventually they do get together and it's adorable, but I don't think I should expand anymore yet.

Editing here, I absolutely forgot to add what kind of magic she mainly uses, since that is a very important piece of information for every magic character.

Rose mainly uses earth based powers. She tends to grow rose vines wherever she goes to be intimidating, but she can grow any kind of flower and even manipulate the earth, like an earth bender. She focuses on this, but can use literally every other kind of magic, because everyone born with magic has the capacity to learn it all, it's just easier to do specific kinds of magic or even specific motions. She prefers to grow plants instead of manipulate the ground, but she can still do it with more ease than everything else.

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herald-of-dirthamen · 4 years ago

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🔥 - What kind of magical powers or abilities do you have?

questions for mages

I’ll admit I have quite the list! I can, of course, do most elemental spells; I can manipulate fire, water/ice, storm, and earth. I know... a little spirit magic, though that consists mainly only of knowing how to make a barrier. I also know basic arcane magic! Arcane bolts and the like.

I can also generate substances such as oil... it’s, er. There are a lot of practical applications for that one! I don’t actually use it that much though because... I prefer using storm magic to anything else, and fire magic better compliments creating oil traps.

There’s also, now that I’ve trained as a rift mage, elements of force magic; pushing enemies down with the force of gravity and so on and so forth. I can generate rifts and manipulate the Veil to create better barriers... but I enjoy summoning meteorite storms. That takes a lot of power and focus, though.

I also do a good amount of shapeshifting. My preferred forms are that of a wolf and a sparrow, though. I can do other forms, but those two are the easiest for me, and more would require a lot more practice.

Plus, well. There’s my Mark, the Anchor, obviously, with opening and closing rifts. I’ve found out I can use that to travel between areas. Teleportation technically isn’t possible, but I can travel longer distances with it.

Also, as First in my Clan, I’ve learned some more specific Keeper magic, such as helping aravels travel with more ease, as well as wrapping vines around people, pulling life-force energy from the dead, that sort of thing.

I realize it’s a lot, but... honestly, there are even more spells than what I just listed. I don’t know everything about magic. That would require so much more time and effort. I spent most of my time growing up once my magic came in just... practicing with it and learning what I could.

#revas answers #about revas #ask game response #anonymous

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caoscompanion · 5 years ago

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Witch Laws:

There are thirteen commandments.

Witches and Mortals are forbidden to be together due to their ‘inherent incompatibility’.

The coven forbids meaningful connections with mortals.

Dark Baptism:

A witch’s Dark Baptism is the most sacred unholy sacrament, the oldest of their rites and they’ve been performing them for centuries.

The idea that signing the Book is equivalent to giving the Dark Lord dominion over your soul is only one interpretation, many witches choose to see it a symbolic gesture of devotion, signing your name is considered to be more a ‘pledge’.

Once a witch has signed the Book at their Baptism, they are obliged to do the Dark Lord’s bidding if he calls on you.

Witches are, according to Blackwood, free to leave the Church of Night at any time post-baptism (but there is no mention of undoing your name in the Book).

Witches are only allowed to wear black to their Dark Baptism, though it hasn’t been an official rule for decades.

The day before a Dark Baptism should be spent in quiet contemplation, studying Satanic Verses.

Zelda and Hilda collect the Black Narcissus, a black goat, for the Dark Baptism as well as the blood as the Kemplar boy. The goat is not used during the ceremony before Sabrina runs, though the blood is.

If you are late to your own Baptism, the Hell Flames will burn you

When Sabrina arrives there is a bough of branches to walk through, an sigils made out of twigs also hang there. Her white dress turns to black before she steps through the arch of blue Hellfire, walking through the flames to reach her Baptism. A fire is lit in the centre of the glade and everyone is dressed in costume or best clothes, there is whispered chanting in Latin and the Book of the Beast waits, open, on the stone altar.

Dark Baptism Ceremony:

High Priest. Welcome Daughter of Night. Who presents this child for Unholy Baptism? Parents/Guardians of child: We do, your excellency.

The guardians are then instructed to disrobe the initiate until she stands in her slip and bare feet

High Priest: We are gathered together in these woods in the presence of our Dark Lord, with all the souls the living and the dead of our coven, the most unholy Church of Night. Kneel, child

The initiate kneels. The High Priest then dips his thumb in the blood (preferably human)

High Priest: Our Dark Lord teaches us there is no law beyond do what thou wilt

The High Priest marks the Dark Lord’s sigil upon the forehead of the initiate in the blood

High Priest: Our Dark Lord asks; would you like to be happy child, to be free, free to love, to hate, to be what nature meant you to be, true to her laws and yourself only? Initiate: Yes, Father High Priest: Do you believe in Lucifer, the archangel who preferred the loss of heaven to that of his pride? Initiate: Yes, Father High Priest: In exchange for this belief you shall be granted powers that will enable you to be of service to the Dark Lord. Sabrina Edwina Diana Spellman, are you willing to forsake the Path of Light and follow the Path of Night wherever it may lead you? Initiate: I am High Priest: Are you willing to place our Dark Lord above all others in your life, be it your loved ones, your family, your friends, your neighbours? Initiate: I am High Priest: Then it is time to sign his Book

The High Priest then leads the initiate by the hand to the Book. He then cuts her hand with a blade and squeezes her blood onto the page. She then dips the bone quill in the blood to sign her name in it.

High Priest; In signing his Book of the Beast you swear to obey without question any order you may receive from the Dark Lord or from any he has placed in authority over you. In signing his book, the Book of the Beast, you swear to give your mind, body and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of the designs of our Lord Satan

Displays of Power:

Zelda astral projects into Sabrina’s room to spy on her and Hilda.

When Sabrina runs from her Baptism, vines and trees reach out to grab her and pull her back. They actively wrap around her feet like ropes and try to drag her back; it is not clear whether this is Blackwood’s work or the Dark Lord’s.

Sabrina and the Weird Sister manipulate electricity, making the street lights flicker. They also make their laughter carry in the air and summon winds to blow the trees, and make the boys hear music that is coming from nowhere.

The Weird Sisters control the light of a gas lamp with a single look. They also turn off all the lights into utter darkness with one snap of their fingers.

Spells:

“A circle of protection rings this house. and no witch save a Spellman may cross it. Any unwelcome witch that tries shall burn!’ Though this is only a bluff, it works, suggesting such a spell does exist.

Summoning the Weird Sisters: Chant, while winding a white rope around three twigs, “Weird Sisters hand in hand, travellers of the sea and land, thrice to thine and thrice to mine and thrice again to make up nine. Peace the charms wound up"

Illusion Spell: Sabrina and the Weird Sisters make it seem as if the four high school boys are making out with them in the mines, when in fact they are making out with each other. The flash and sound of a camera breaks the illusion.

Devil in the Dark: The Weird Sisters weird demonic face glamours to terrify the mortal boys

Caged Birds: To keep the boys from getting an erection, they lock four birds in a cage. Each bird represents each boy’s so-called manhood and until the birds are released, they are unable to ‘rise to any occasion’.

Grimoire:

‘The Devil’ is a Christian term and the Church of Night do not use it. Use of a Malum Malus hasn’t been recognised for decades, specifically because of its supposed wild inaccuracy.

Hilda is resurrected from the Cain Pit. Zelda states that each time she’s killed, Hilda takes longer and longer to resurrect and that one day she will not come back, implying the Cain Pit does have it’s limits.

Sabrina crosses her fingers when making a promise so she does not have to keep it.

Visions: At her Baptism, Sabrina sees her parents. Diana is holding a baby Sabrina. Edward is shaking his head, while Diana repeatedly says ‘run’.

Possessions: Principal Hawthorne is possessed by Lucifer. Time stops while it happens and blood pours from his eyes and foam from his mouth.

Mythology:

Hell is reserved only for mortals; in exchange for their service and devotion, witches are exempt from the eternal flames of damnation.

The Dark Lord’s book, the Book of the Beast, is the most ancient tome in existence.

Free will is declared to be the ‘bed rock’ on which the Church of Night is based.

Being a Satanic Witch does not make you evil; Good and Evil are declared to be Christian terms, whereas the Church of Night considers the individual.

The Dark Lord is not the embodiment of evil, but the embodiment of free will.

Witches live for centuries, but we don’t confirm how many.

#p1e2 #p1e2 magic #p1e2 mythology #mythology #magic #witch laws #dark baptism

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imitationpersonne · 5 years ago

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Monoma Neito: Quirk Headcanons and Theories

Using Copy skillfully and successfully involves a whole lot to consider and keep track of. Not only does Monoma have just seconds to get the feel of a quirk he may be using for the first time, but he also has to devise strategies on how to use them potentially on the fly. Even more complicated is the absolute caution he has to employ regarding which quirks he can even use safely, considering the risks of time limit and damage to a body not explicitly built to house said quirk.

For example, Tokage's quirk, Lizard Tail Splitter involves being able to sever one’s own limbs, move them independently, and grow them back. This is an extreme risk to take in copying considering his ability ends after a brief amount of time. Potentially resulting in permanent mutilation…? Because of dangers like these, he rarely blindly tests out the quirks of others he’s touched, especially those of strangers whose abilities he’s never seen. He prefers to know as much about a quirk’s mechanism and limits as possible before using it. Of course, depending on the situation, he may be forced to make due with limited knowledge or options.

Another (headcanon) limitation is his inability to copy heteromorphic physical manifestations–that is, portions of a mutant quirk that have existed from birth. For example, assuming Ojirou was born with a tail, Monoma would not be able to grow one in attempting to copy his quirk. If, however, the mutation developed during childhood, as with emitter and transformation quirks, he would likely be able to copy it. There may be some gray area in regards to specific mutation quirks and their active abilities. For example, if Shouji was born with multiple arms, Monoma would not be able to copy that; however, he still may be able to duplicate body parts on the arms he does have.

And now, some more interesting examples!

Quirks he might be hesitant to copy:

Tokage's Lizard Tail Splitter, a limb-severing, manipulation, and regeneration quirk, as previously mentioned.

Tokoyami’s Dark Shadow. Little concrete information is known about the quirk’s origin or mechanism, but (as I see it) Dark Shadow manifests as a subservient yet sentient manifestation of a portion of the user’s psyche. Its behavior changes with the external environment and internal emotional state of the user, and under the right circumstances, is able to take over and control the host, to violent and reckless effect. These implications are too unnerving to Monoma for him to want to explore.

Mirio’s Permeation. The quirk requires years of intense practice and development to use effectively, and failure to skillfully handle it results in detriment that ranges from humiliating, to terrifying, to potentially injurious.

Quirks he may or may not be able to copy:

All for One?? A paradoxical concept… I somehow doubt it can be copied. But, since One for All can be copied (just without any previous stockpile)... Huh... Would any quirks he’s stolen magically return to the user after the time limit wears off?? Would it disappear forever from both parties? Would he be able to keep permanent quirks? So many questions.

Quirks like Sero’s Tape are somewhat unclear. Was Sero born with tape dispenser arms yet no tape until manifesting age? Did he have it all from birth? None of it?

Hagakure’s Invisibility seems to possess an active element, considering she is able to consciously manipulate light in order to shine brightly. It is unknown whether Monoma can turn invisible, actively bend light only to some degree, or do neither.

All other mutant quirks, like Ojirou’s Tail, Jirou’s Earphone Jack lobes, Ibara’s Vines hair, and Mineta’s Pop Off hair, especially if they were born with these traits.

Other interesting quirks of note:

Vlad King’s Blood Control. Potentially dangerous for similar reasons as Lizard Tail Splitter, but easier to avoid catastrophe if keeping proper track of time. Still, Monoma recoils at the concept of his blood being outside his body and is reluctant to copy this quirk.

Momo’s Creation. He likely can’t use it effectively, considering he doesn’t have the extensive molecular knowledge needed to create anything.

Aoyama’s Navel Laser. Is the laser leakage a birth defect separate from the actual quirk, or is it a part of the quirk’s mechanism? Interesting if Monoma would be able to manifest the quirk in a more controllable form due to lack of defect. Though I tend to think if he’s able to copy a quirk at the strength it’s been developed to, copying a quirk’s defect would be a fair downside.

Kaminari’s Electrification. Frying Monoma’s brain would be even more deleterious. He relies on it extensively!

Tamaki’s Manifest. Watch him take the form of crepes, baguettes, fromage…escargot…?

Shigaraki’s Decay. Beneficial in that he can turn the ability off at will. However, I believe if he has touched something while Decay is active, it will continue to decay after he shuts off his quirk, like the lingering after-effects Monoma has described to happen.

Aizawa’s Erasure (actually happened in one of the light novels!), Koda’s Anivoice, Ectoplasm’s Clones, Nedzu’s High Spec, Recovery Girl’s Heal, Ryukyu’s Dragoon, Rock Lock’s Lock Down, Mandalay’s Telepath, Thirteen’s Black Hole, Kurogiri’s Warp Gate… Cool.

#from my old blog smallforone #Monoma Neito #Monoma #theories #headcanons #meta #long post

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