#s: inheritors

[stelladess]

My take on the point with the dagger´s inheritors is to show how Wis´adel´s own vengeful actions fueled the same cycle of violence and hate that caused her own pretty terrible life. The little girl is likely around the same age "the girl" was during her first module story (set before she had the moniker W), where she took up a knife for the first time (that one is pretty clearly set long before she met Hoederer and Ines in my opinion, why I think the ages might be similar). Reason I say it is the same cycle is that I assume Wis´adel never had any parents because of like, all the warring in Kazdel. She grew up in the scar market it seems so they were most likely also mercs.

W laughs/chuckles there at the absurdity of it, she realized she created another like her by killing the kid´s dad. In that moment she likely felt it was confirmation of what she felt in that moment, that there is no escaping to a better life. That this is just reality for sarkaz.

But her thinking back to it after the Victoria arc is, in my opinion, because by that point she has realized that it was not inevitable. She ruined that little girl´s life just for her own selfish revenge. Wis´adel, while I would say is a good person who wants to help people, has hurt a lot of people in her life, many of whom she did not have to hurt. And those are sins she has to carry with her while trying to build something better for the future.

[kohakuhibiki]

The thing about the writers strike is that ghosts are also involved, if not especially involved, it's not only some sort of desperate housewife shit show like our plants like to present it as...

[csuitebitches]

2024 Planning

I started planning for 2024 today. I���ve learned a lot this year, made mistakes, had some successes and now it’s time to take all my learnings, good or bad, and go to the next level.

I prefer starting next year’s routine from 2023’s November and December so that by the time January rolls around, I’m settled into the routine. If there’s any revisions necessary, I can do them without starting my new year on the wrong foot.

I maintain my goals on mostly short and medium term basis. This includes daily, weekly and quarterly planning (I don’t do monthly because it doesn’t work for me).

This may seem complicated (actually, it looks more complicated than it is but it’s just what helps me) but let me show you how exactly I do things.

I keep two diaries. One for daily and weekly and one for quarterly. I have a habit tracker on my phone for my daily non-Negotiables (exercise, meditation, reading and language).

The quarterly diary is my big big diary. Every quarter, it lists out all the big plans, what i want to do and who i want to be. It’s all the messy thoughts I have, all my dreams, my weaknesses, my strengths, etc etc. The only “practical” part of the diary is that there is one general plan made at the end of my mad scribbling. It has the general idea, feedback I’ve received from other people and compilation of all the advice I’ve gotten from my mentors.

2. The daily - weekly diary breaks the plan into manageable bits. I write out the week’s plan (who do i need to meet, who do i need to follow up with, any major presentation coming up, any assignment, what am i reading this week) and write a one sentence daily update on it.

I can’t use a habit tracker for this because i’m not tracking meditation or exercise on here. I’m tracking my career goals, my ambitious goals, into smaller goals. A habit tracker wouldnt cut it because I would have to elaborate more on certain things.

For example:

“20-27th Nov: Weekly list

budget presentation on Monday

1 event to attend on Tuesday. Topic: XYZ

Reading: the inheritors

reach out to mentor, schedule a meeting

7 language essays and 7 videos

Monday, 20th Nov.

work presentation: complete.

Feedback received: i need to work on XYZ.

points they raised that didnt cross my mind: XYZ

follow ups required and if yes, with who: XYZ

reading: complete. Interesting point they brought up: XYZ

essay for the day: complete.

Video complete:

Tuesday, 21st Nov

mentor meeting scheduled

event went well. Met: A, B, C who work in XYZ companies. Follow up with them next week for coffee/ drinks.

essay: complete

video: complete”

Having two diaries helps me because i can find my bigger goals without having to go through the daily entry mess. I like having the two separate.

Nov ‘23 + Dec ‘23 + Q1 2024’s goals include:

Social (meeting new people, maintaining networks)

Intellectual (biographies, documentaries, industry reports)

Personal (soft skills, language studies)

Work (presentations, courses, conferences)

A major change I’ve making this year is actively working on every single weakness I have that I know is a potential strength. I’m ignoring weaknesses that I know are 100% weaknesses like coding because there’s just no way I can sit in front of a computer and learn all that, it’s absolutely not my cup of tea and does not make me happy.

I made a list of every single weakness i have and I’m embarrassed about and ashamed of. 2024 is the year of NO shame. I’m not letting my intrusive thoughts win.

Next to each weakness I wrote out a potential solution.

Ex: not picking up the language i’m studying as fast as i want to -> write 1 short essay and a 1-2 minute video of me talking about anything in that language every single day

I’m not allowing any unnecessary negative self doubt or self talk happen. Constructive criticism is one thing, being a bitch to yourself is another. I plan to learn a lot next year.

I’ve created a manageable exposure therapy plan for myself - I aim to meet 3 new people every month and follow up with 5 new connections every month, whether it’s over chat or irl.

I’ve made a list of business biographies I’m going to read. This year I reached my reading target earlier than anticipated which I’m very happy about. Next year I’m focusing on books that are solely about business, technology and psychology.

[izzabela]

Ok, here me out! We both love Tomas (sweet cinnamon roll) I was thinking about what would happen if Tomas and the female reader get into an argument and it caused them to distance each other for a bit and it causing the reader to go on a mission for Liu Kang and while the reader is gone longer than planned Tomas starts to worry and lose his patience and decides to go after her?

I'm Sorry - Tomas x fem!reader

in which you and Tomas get into an argument before your mission, and Tomas is a bit antsy to apologize

a/n: Tomas would def be the little brother who always apologizes, whether his fault or not

ship[s]: tomas x fem!reader

warning(s): little angst? pre-kanon story (see what i did there)

get yo ass up, white boy

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The air between you and Tomas could light an explosion if one was not careful.

Though you were not present, away on another mission by Liu Kang, it was clear that the remnants of that strife still followed the European assassin.

He gave harsher punishments to the initiates under his care, prolonged training hours, and he even punished his own losses with starvation and excessive workouts.

It worried his brothers, though it was not evident on their faces. Watching their youngest do this to himself was something that... terrified them to say the least. Ironic, since they were formidable ninjas.

It would all resolve itself, though, since you would be coming back today. Though, the memory of that fight laid in everyone's head.

*********

"Do you not realize how insane you're being right now?" Tomas howled at you as you sat on your shared bed, head turned and arms crossed.

Tomas roughly shut the door of your guys' bedroom, but his brothers were in hot pursuit to make sure nothing would go wrong once you had woken up from the healers.

Their mistake.

"Insane is not finishing the job," you spat back, turning your head. "Was I to come back empty-handed? Disappoint my grandmaster, our lord, our mission?!"

It was a rough mission, but you got some valuable info on a threat against Earthrealm thanks to your superior skills. Though, those very same skills did not protect you from the serious bodily harm you endured. Cut up and battered, you returned home like an abused animal.

"Not when you return home looking as you are now," Tomas pointed out, "You've been blinded to finishing the job, to the point of neglecting your own health!"

You scoffed, "Says you! You can go get healed without a word from me. But when I have to go get it done, it's like I've committed treason!"

From the outside, Kuai Liang and Bi Han gave a point to you for that one. However, Tomas was more experienced, and you had only recently been getting sent on more dangerous and high-stakes missions. Tomas had been doing this for years.

"If you had trained more, you would not be in this position," Tomas sighed. "Perhaps it was my fault for putting your name in too early."

You jaw dropped at this.

"Don't you dare pull this on me, Tomas," you said low as you get out of bed. Sure, your legs and wounds ached, but the adrenaline of your anger was fueling you to heights unknown.

"I'll have you know-"

"Mind your place," Tomas commanded, voice dripping with authority.

Tomas may be a brother to Kuai Liang and Bi Han, a technical inheritor to his clan, but he never felt like it. He often humbled himself by refraining from using any sort of authoritative tone, especially since he began dating you. Yes, he may be kind to his friends, his brothers, you, but he was still second-in-command along side Kuai Liang.

Of course there were times he needed to use his voice- but now wasn't the smartest time.

When Tomas realized what he had done, it was within a blink of an eye that a mean left-hook took him in, and a deadly powerful palm push sent him flying through the door. Tank the elder gods Kuai Liang and Bi Han remained on the side.

"Do not even bother coming back in here," you hissed, water swirling in your eyes as you turned around to go to sleep.

*********

That was but a week ago, now Liu Kang, Kuai Liang, Bi Han, and Tomas wait at the fire temple for you to come through the portal after your mission.

While his brother's remained calm and still-faced, Tomas was a little more antsy and nervous. You had left during your fight, and without proper apologies being made (not saying you did anything wrong). Tomas wanted to fix it immediately, and that would begin as soon as you came through the portal.

Right... now!

As the fires that lit the portal up continued to crackle and burn, any sign of your presence was not found. Liu Kang, focusing all his energy into finding you, could not sense you either.

Strange, since you were very punctual for any of your missions. It was a trademark that earned you the nickname "Dead-line" from the other ninjas.

"She is late," Kuai Liang points the obvious out.

"She must have had a run-in with something, perhaps we should-" Tomas is cut off by Bi Han.

"Under no circumstances will you do such a thing, Tomas. She is capable of this, so she is capable of coming home."

Liu Kang agrees, "I will keep the portal open and watch for her. While punctual is a great aspect, not everyone is immune to a little tardiness."

The brothers bow before heading out, Bi Han and Kuai Liang walking a little behind to watch Tomas. How did they know he was nervous? Well, he walked right in front of them, forgetting the order in which they travelled. And his eyes were also downcast, like clouds blocking the sun.

As well-trained as he is, emotions were naturally human. So, naturally, Tomas couldn't hide these feelings no matter his skills and experience.

"Tomas, all will be well," Kuai Liang tries to soothe his anxiety. He turns around, nodding to his words, but his face looks as if he is not accepting it.

"You will see to it you keep yourself in check," Bi Han scolds, "All will be well, carry on as per usual."

Tomas rolls his eyes as Bi Han strides forward. Kuai Liang just puts a hand on his shoulder and offers a kind smile.

"He means well, let us carry on for her," Kuai says, patting his shoulder before walking to follow his elder brother.

Perhaps tomorrow Tomas thinks.

~~~~~~~~~~

Except tomorrow you don't come, nor the day next, nor the day after.

You were tardy by three days, and as much as Tomas buried himself in training, missions, and some paperwork, he couldn't shake the feeling off that something was wrong- horribly wrong.

So, after dinner with his brothers, he waited until everyone was asleep before sneaking out of the palace to the Fire Temple. Mask and attire on, he calls on a portal to be opened to the temple.

Walking through, he is greeted by Liu Kang and some monks on guard. He bows, and Liu Kang does so to reciprocate, though is skeptical on the smoke ninja's unprecedented appearance.

"Tomas, this is unexpected," Liu Kang notes as he sizes him up.

"Lord Liu Kang, please permit me to go (y/n)," he says, bowing again to further his desperation in finding you. Liu Kang chuckles, telling him to raise his head.

"You love her very deeply, that much is evident," Liu Kang said, pulling out a chi-director from his pocket.

Tomas stares at the device, back at Lord Liu Kang, and then back at the device. He takes the glowing blue compass and bows deeply, revering him in respect before fire pops and cracks, and the portal opens. Tomas runs through the portal and allows the compass to guide him.

As he takes his surroundings in, Tomas realizes he's in the hinterlands of Outworld, and a cold part of Outworld at that. Of course, he was trained to deal with such weather, but being out for this far for this long, you may be on the brink of your doom.

The compass glows in Tomas's hands, and the hand inside spins like a twister gone rogue. Finally, it focuses on a direction southeast, and Tomas trudges in the growing snow of the region.

After following the compass, he was led to a cave in the side of a mountain. Inside, he saw the faint glow of a fire and heard low breathing from within.

As he rounds the inside, he finds you tending to a gash on your shoulder. You have plants with healing qualities by your side and a cloth loosely pulled over the bleeding. Plus your magic was working over the open wound.

"Who goes- Tomas?" your hands were in defensive positions, but they went back to your wound at him in your sight.

"My darling," he sighs, running to your side as he tries to stop the bleeding.

You wince at the force in which he pressed a ripped cloth into your shoulder, but welcome it as your magic was dulling the pain.

"Fancy seeing you here," you say with a sarcastic tone.

"Dear, please," Tomas lightly scolds you, in which you silently allow him to treat you.

It's quiet between both of you, and the only thing to fill the void of quiet was howling of the wind outside.

Tomas begins to stretch the cloth out in little strings, to make a makeshift bandage for your wound. He's staring at your back, and your head is turned to the side as he tends to the horrid wound.

"Usually you aren't this late," he tries to lighten the mood, but it's clear you're not up to the jokes.

Once Tomas wraps your wound perfectly, he moves around to face you, but your head remains away.

Instead of speaking, Tomas wraps you in the warmest, gentlest hug, and your eyes are shining with tears are you inhale his natural musk.

"Thank the elder gods you're alright."

Your shoulders rack in his chest as you cry and wrap a singular arm around him.

"I'm so sorry," you sob as tears begin flow, "I'm so sorry for being so mean, sorry for being so brash, you're rig-."

Tomas shushes you, one hand rubbing your head and the other your back in up and down motions. You cry harder at his tenderness- why wasn't he angry? Why was he so nice?

You literally chucked him out of the bedroom, and he remains kind to you?

"I don't care about that anymore," he whispers. "The minute you didn't come through the portal that day, everything else fell away."

Oh, that's right.

If it weren't for a rogue blade from the enemy, you'd have gotten home earlier.

You wince as the adrenaline begins to wear off, and the pain in your shoulder finally begins to settle in.

Tomas notices, and he chuckles as he sets you down against the wall softly.

"At least you won't be chucking me through doors anytime soon," he laughs as he begins to clean the wound up a bit.

You flinch at the pain, but push through so Tomas can make sure it doesn't get infected.

"I'm sorry, dear," you begin again. "Truly, I'm so sorry for doing that to you all those weeks ago."

Tomas shakes his head as he rubs some healing plants on the wound, "I want to apologize. Using my tone against you like that, especially after such an experience. It was uncalled for, dishonorable for a man."

He wraps the wound up again, holds a hand out to you, and picks you up after you take it.

"Let's get you home, dear," Tomas says as he sweeps you off your feet.

In his arms, you finally collapse and give your eyes a rest from the crying.

The real talk can happen later, you just need Tomas for now.

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no yap notes

see y'all in the next fic!

[lukedanger]

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Ask Game - Mechanics and Story

Knight-Commanders, what is the story told by those numbers on your character sheet? Here is an ask game list with some questions themed around that:

What led the future Knight-Commander to take their base class?

What led to the Knight-Commander picking their archetype, or staying the standard class?

If they chose to multiclass, what does it reflect about them? If they did not, why? Story or player reasons.

What prestige classes did they go for, and why? If not, would one fit them or did they qualify for one?

Which class features would particularly stand out with them - Rage, Channel Positive/Negative Energy, Animal Companions, etc.?

What about their skills and feats - what story is told by their skill selection, or was it pure gameplay?

Is there an alternative class or archetype that is in-game that may fit them better, and if so why did they not take that path?

Is a respec part of their story, and if so why? If not, if they had to respec into something else what would it be?

How does their Background choice reflect their character, and how does it play into their build?

How does their ancestry (race) play into their class and mythic path - do they overlap, or what dynamic is created from that combination?

How does their mythic path synergize with their build?

How does their mythic path synergize with their personality - does it augment it, or is it in contrast? Something in-between?

Which mythic abilities/spells would be iconic to them, and was it their preference or did they prefer something less iconic?

What about another mythic path that they did not take? Is there one that would fit them, build or personality wise, and what might that have looked like?

In your story, does the Knight-Commander consciously choose their mythic path at Drezen, or was it thrust upon them by their actions or some other outside force?

How well do they play mechanically with their romance, if any? If not, which party member do they synchronize best with?

Do they overlap with a party member in role or narrative presence, and if so how do they contrast from said party member?

Did any of their companions multiclass or take a PRC they do not start with, and if so what is the story behind this?

What is their favored weapon(s) or spell(s), and why?

Is there an item in-game that you felt became iconic to the Knight-Commander?

If the Knight-Commander could get a unique item, what would it be and what would it do?

What is the Commander’s opinion of their mythic patrons/advisors - the Hand of the Inheritor, Aivu or the Desnan Adepts, Zacharias, the Aeon in the mirror, Hal, Yozz and Noticula, etc.?

What units did they pick in the Military Council (Infantry, Archers, Cavalry, Spellcasters, Grand Tier), and why?

When the option to pick was available, which mythic units did they unlock and why?

[thejewitches]

Hey there! I really liked reading your post about messianic Judaism. I was just curious, would you say the LDS faith falls under that umbrella? I promise I am genuinely asking. Thanks!

No, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (also known as the Mormon Church) does not fall within the Messianic Christian umbrella.

In a very short explanation, Mormonism comes a different branch of the Christian tree in the 1830's. The family of Joseph Smith, the founder of Mormonism, had 'religious differences' with his mother's family being, according to Britannica, involved in various Protestant movements (including Congregationalism, Seekerism, and Presbyterianism). He had access, by all accounts, to the King James Version of the Bible.

The Messianic Movement is a distinct movement that grew out of Protestant Christianity in the 60s-70s, specifically the Hebrew-Christian movement which sought to missionize to Jews.

It can be confusing, however, when Mormons do things that feel like they seemingly cross over into "Messianic" territory like..

appropriating the term 'gentile' to mean 'non-Mormon' rather than its real meaning of non-Jew.

Baptizing dead Jews into Mormonism, including Holocaust victims like Anne Frank, and Jews of note like Maimonides [note: this is done to others as well as Jews]

"Members of the LDS Church believe themselves, in a general sense, to be members of the House of Israel, many of whom believe themselves also to be the literal bloodline descendants of Ephraim, Joseph of Egypt's youngest son, but inheritor, notwithstanding, of Israel's "firstborn" birthright blessings."

Teaching that they're members of the 12 Tribes...."The official position of the LDS Church is that those who have accepted the teachings of the church or those who are members of the Latter Day Saint movement are primarily from the House of Joseph, either by blood lineage or by adoption, when the recipient is not a literal descendant of Jacob, who is also known as Israel. Individual church members are told about their tribal affiliation through a patriarchal blessing."

Mormon discussion can also be extraordinarily philosemitic and fetishistic, which can evoke similar feelings of unease.

[hd-hurtcomfort-fest]

Black Books

Creator: Sarendal Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron/Hermione, George/Pansy Rating: E Word count: 14.6k

Warnings/Tags: Smoking, Kid Fic, Inappropriate Use of Legilimency (Harry Potter), Restraints, Owls, Auror Harry Potter, Bookstores, BAMF Hermione Granger, Good Friend Ron Weasley, draco - Freeform, Recreational Drug Use, Post-Divorce, Anal Sex

Summary: Harry Potter inherits Black Books, an ancient and famous bookstore. The only problem is that he is a co-inheritor, along with Draco Malfoy. Can they get along long enough to get the shop up and running again? 

Author's note:  This fic is loosely compliant to Cursed Child, which I read only for Drarry, and only once while skimming it at the library. Many thanks to the inspirational prompt and also to the actors of Black Books the television show. 

***SINGLE POSTING*** A dose of fluff after Mon & Tues H/C postings

*banner art by @basiatlu

[desmonddemesne]

Gravity Falls Tarot - Part 2 of 3

Assignment of every Major Arcana to someone/something in the Gravity Falls Universe! Broken into parts for coherence.

In this section we cover the next seven cards from Strength to Temperance.

Part 1 | Part 3

8.) Strength - Wendy Corduroy

Keywords: Resilience, grace, courage, calm, and stability

Strength is a maiden composed in the face of great danger. When the beast snaps its jaws she reacts poised and swift. Wendy is, quite literally, the coolest character in the show. Her association with the Ice Bag on the Cipher represents her capacity to remain cool under pressure.

As the child of a lumberjack she has skills in wilderness survival, quick reflexes, and surprising strength. As the daughter of the person we previously assigned The Emperor to we recognize how being "a flippin' Corduroy!" has primed Wendy to confront lifes challenges.

Wendy has also drawn the attention of many suitors, gaining a mature understanding of boundaries and the importance of love in all its forms; romantic, platonic, or familial.

9.) The Hermit - Stanford Pines

Keywords: Withdrawal, solitude, introspection, wisdom, and recluse

The Hermit walks the darkness alone, guided by a lantern. Ford was bullied from a young age, ostracized by the majority of his peers for his physical deformity and poor social skills. However, guided by his intense curiosity and the solidarity of his brother he charted a way through the world.

After arriving in Gravity Falls Ford sequestered himself in a cabin in the woods, working on his research in solitude. In his own words he pitied many of the townsfolk for their simplicity - feeling superior but nevertheless lonely. After being tricked by Bill, Ford fell deeper into madness due to his isolation and inability to trust others.

By the conclusion of the story Ford has reconciled with his brother and begun the process of moving on from the trauma which kept him moving forward for thirty years. The Hermit searches to understand themselves and Ford has found what he needs to live happy.

10.) The Wheel of Fortune - Stanley Pines

Keywords: Change, chance, fate, fortune, and cycles

The Wheel of Fortune turns in a constant state where the only guarantee is change, for better or worse. Stan's life can be broken into a roller coaster of intense joy and strife; childhood alongside his brother was amazing but waned into his teenage years, as a young adult his scams kept him afloat but slowly caught up to him, after pushing Ford into the Portal he spent thirty years working to get him home - only to not be thanked.

And yet, it was Stan's thinking that ultimately did in Bill Cipher, a demon who'd alluded the machinations of people far more noteworthy than him. He didn't back down, he took a gamble and won.

Stan's life has been rough since the age of 17, but he's survived well into his 60's by calculating risks and seeing through deceptions. He doesn't always win out, but the dedication he has towards his family is resolute and he rides out the wins he earns.

11.) Justice - Pacifica Northwest

Keywords: Karma, consequence, law, honesty, and accountability

To many Justice is blind and impartial, but laws change and norms shift. Pacifica Northwest is the to be inheritor of not just her family's wealth, but their legacy as lying cheats. At the beginning of the show she is Mabel's antithesis; popular, trendy, and wealthy. However, we come to see that Pacifica was not born bad but reared to be 'another link in the worlds worst chain'.

When ghostly retribution threatens her family for their trangressions Pacifica states the following; 'our family name is broken, and I'm gonna fix it!' Pacifica cuts through her fathers manipulations, rights the wrongs of those who came before her, and opens the path for proper healing going forward.

One grand act does not forgiveness grant, but Pacifica's story shows that even under immense pressure we must strive to do right by ourselves and those around us.

12.) The Hanged Man - Thompson

Keywords: Sacrifice, indecision, uncertainty, stillness, and inversion

The Hanged Man is a figure in seeming distress, yet equally in control. Thompson is his friend groups punching bag, a monkey made to dance. However, when his friends splinter Thompson admits that letting himself be picked on contributes to group cohesion and that he's allowed this for 'years'.

Thompson is potentially the oldest member of his friend group as he's their set of wheels. At work he's shown to be more than capable asserting himself as theatre manager. And yet, it is only through Thompsons willingness to be the groups jester that his friends' unity can be restored.

His social role is confusing, but plays great importance.

13.) Death - Bodacious T

Keywords: Transformation, release, endings, transition, and relief

Death rides on a pale horse and comes for us all. However, Death is not the end but a metamorphosis; being one thing and becoming another. Bodacious T is an unfortunate character because their creepy tendencies are coupled with, in my opinion, an accidental GNC narrative.

Bodacious T spends most of their time in the show ridiculed, but when Weirdmaggedon arrives and indiscriminately alters reality Bodacious T doesn't just survive but comes out the other side a truer version of themself.

"It's called Death Ball" and maybe you'll be happier confronting whatevers on the horizon with a bat and fishnets.

14.) Temperance - Fiddleford McGucket

Keywords: Moderation, serenity, tranquility, care, and balance

Temperance is an angel whose hands are inspired with divine regulation. Although Fiddleford has a gentle soul, at the beginning of the story we find him feral and nonsensical.

Fiddleford joined Stanford in his experiements on the Portal, leaving behind the quaint life of a husband and father. Although he returned home on special occasions the splitting of his focus caused strain to his marriage. When faced with the reality of his creation Fiddleford felt incapable of reckoning with what he'd done and chose to forget.

Months of forgetting have permanently changed Fiddleford. He steeped himself in ignorance and ran from his problems, afraid to face horrors be they supernatural or mundane. By the end of the story he confronts the memories he'd once willingly gave up, mending both his mind and his relationship to his son.

Temper thy hand, compromise, and don't allow the extremes to consume you.

[deadnatura11]

I know Astroglide misses Destiel Supernatural but they have the best opportunity to tweet about the inheritor, 9-1-1 *cough* Buddie *cough*...

E S P E C I A L L Y after the latest ep -

[multifandomwhore-003]

Coward

Pairing: Robby Keene x female! adopted! Moskowitz! reader

Summary: Honestly, just the most angsty shit I've written in a while.

Genre(s): angst,angst, and more angst.

Warning(s): I'm only following the show's timeline from season 1 to the first half of season 4. They're Taylor Swift/Billie Eilish/other depressing artists coded, more specifically "No time to die", "My tears ricochet", "I love you", "The Archer", "Afterglow", "Line without a hook", "All too well" "That way", "You broke me first", "The Great war", and the list goes on and on so just pick your poison.

Taglist: @rafecameronswhore @barbiekatz @l-o-v-r-s @kaitieskidmore1 @rosepetalsparks join taglist here

A/N: QUICK DISCLAIMERS, I made the reader adopted bc clearly Eli's/Hawk's family is white so this way the reader can be a poc if that's the case, I started this back when S4 came out and just finished it... what does that say about me? Idk. ALSO, Robby's S4 era will always be superior, Robby from S4 you will always be famous, he was unhinged, hot, a menace, and iconic, in this essay I will-

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The All Valley's karate rivalry was as old as time, as strong as god's will, and in your opinion, as stupid as it sounds; not to everyone though, especially your brother, the great and mighty Hawk who loved to parade around the city with his new look that carried every piece of confidence he had, unfortunately, now that it was taken away from him, he felt worthless.

You never had a thing against any of the participating parties in this ridiculous dispute, you didn't mess with them, and they didn't mess with you, but you had a limit whenever they attacked your brother, a tiny fine line that went from 'superficial wounds' to 'profound damage' and they crossed it. More like, Robby 'cute face' Keene, crossed it. Even though there was a 98% chance that your brother had brought this on himself, he was still your brother and you'd do anything for your family.

You pushed the glass doors storming into the empty section of the building and hearing them slightly vibrate behind you, "Keene," your voice was stern, no response, "Keene!" 

"Back here!" He yelled from the back room.

The stride of your heels resounded in every corner of the concrete, a strong, dominant, and potent tone that could easily make anyone even slightly fearful. And Robby Keene wasn't the exception, no matter how many times Sensei Reese and Sensei Silver prepared him to be a champion, no matter how many hours he had proven to be Cobra Kai's worthiest inheritor, no matter how much muscle mass he gained by the minute, no matter how many days he spent in prison, no matter how many people he'd fought, no matter how many kids in the valley were scared of him, everyone has a weakness, and you were one of his.

There wasn't something in this world he could hate more than that because it didn't make sense, it didn't make any fucking sense for you of all people to hold so much power over him after everything that happened, there was an evident reason behind esteeming the adults around him, some of the other students even, but you? What else were you if not a lovely face? The most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life, he knew the answer, a little too well for his liking, and as much as he hated it, the fact that you were so out of reach made him want you more.

But he pretended, okay? Oh, he loved, adored even, to act all tough and cocky around you as if you couldn't break his entire facade into little pieces if you so much as softened your features for him, a minimal act he thought he'd never see again, and still, he'd imagined it, he'd daydream about it almost every time you were near him, which with the new tournament coming up, seeing you became more and more recurrent, and so, it didn't get easier to hate you, in fact, the more he saw you, the harder it got.

If and only if you were held at gunpoint, you'd admit that the boy was attractive, pretty even, mostly because you would be sentenced to death by your family or hanged for treason by your brother's friends, but also because confessing to like him meant confessing you liked the guy who for better or for worse, ended up in juvie, and it was something that you didn't wanna be linked with.

You didn't have to say it to know that after all, you were still genuinely captivated by his physique and attitude, the way he carried himself everywhere he went, his ability to make himself seen without saying a word, how he wasn't easy to overlook; maybe it was just you who noticed his presence so intensely, perhaps you convinced yourself the rest of the world did as well just so you wouldn't feel so pathetic by the fact that you couldn't ignore him. And in the attempt to make your life easier and 'problem-free' by neglecting your feelings, it backfired by raising the complicity lever of your desires.

"What can I do for you, Princess?" he didn’t bother to turn around perhaps you’d go quickly so he didn’t have to train his self-control, not again.

If you were in a different mood, you would've rolled your eyes at the little nickname you despised so much, he gave it to you not only to point out that your economical status was clearly higher than his, but also to remind the 10-month-old age gap between you and your brother, a small amount of time that doomed your life to always be put under him, to your family, he was going to grow to be a King, the one who was gonna inherit every important part of their heritage, and you were stuck to be only that, a Princess.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put your ass back in jail?" You fumed, irritation blurring out your judgment.

"Because legally, I did nothing wrong, and even if I did, you have no proof of it," he grinned.

"Then explain to me what the hell is wrong with you?!” you spun him by his shoulder,  “You really thought you could just casually shame my brother by cutting his hair and I wouldn't come here to defend him?!"

"You mean the same hair that made him think he could be a bully?" he remained calm.

"You know damn well I never agreed with that," you spat, "Do I need to remind you he was suspended for a week because I went to the principal? And regardless of that, you wanna complain about him making others feel less with violence while you do the same?" you scoffed,  "Wow," you stated with sarcasm.

"It's hair, it'll grow back,"

"You humiliated him! You made him nothing! Not to mention you used a barber's blade, idiot, did you think about how fucking dangerous that was? You could've seriously injured him if he made the wrong move!"

"I warned him, good thing he knows how to listen, he’s not as stupid as he looks," he taunted you more.

You shook your head, "You're gonna listen to me Keene, and you're gonna listen to me very carefully," you got close to him, "If you even so much as breathe in his direction before the tournament, I will end you,"

He chuckled, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"No, only cowards like you and your minions make threats, mine is a promise,"

"I'm not a coward," he clenched his jaw holding back the increasing anger.

You laughed, and somehow said more than words could.

"Says the one who came here when it was all alone knowing that if it wasn't, you would've gotten your ass beaten,"

"By who? Your little friend who's on probation?” you tilted your head with an arrogant smirk, “No, you see, I came here at this time because I'm smart, I mean let's be honest, you've never done anything to hurt me and you never will, because… well," you raised your shoulders feeding the fire in his eyes.

"So what? Do you want me to hurt you to prove that I'm not?" he towered over you.

You nodded, "Yes," you took another step towards him, "But then again, you don't want me to win, do you? Because if you hurt me, then that means you care about what I think,”  your voice got slower, “and what would that say about you? True winners don't have to prove anything to anyone but themselves, that's the difference between all of you and me," you separated from him slightly, "But go ahead, make my day and land the first punch,"

He froze in his place processing your words and just barely he noticed he missed your closeness, he couldn't bring himself to do so, pushing down the consuming rage that, later on, would show up stronger when Silver and Kreese find out about this encounter.

"That's what I thought," you scrunched your nose,  "You karate nerds are so stupid, who needs to get physical when you have words?" you told more to yourself, and right when you were about to make, what you considered, a triumphal exit, your arm got yanked, your chest hit him, and your faces were less than an inch away, "What are you doing?" you whispered.

The vulnerability of your words and the fragility of your look melted him, for a split second he lost track of his purpose, but it wasn't until he remembered your words that he snapped out of the trance, "Hurting you," he whispered back before placing your lips on his.

It didn't take long for his action to hitch your respiration, stun your nerves, fill your veins with adrenaline, whisk your logic, and for you to correspond. It was embarrassingly quick if to be completely honest, but it didn't matter, frankly, you were so unashamed of it that your hands slipped behind his neck pushing the two of you impossibly closer. It was hungry, desperate, and frantic; you finally understood Adam and Eve no matter how much you hated religion, finally comprehended the temptation of the forbidden fruit, sweet, delicious, and addictive.

Instinctively, he gently pushed you against the nearest wall and you felt his fingers getting lost in your hair, "I don't need to use a lot of strength to hurt you," he pulled you away trying to recover his breath, "I'm gonna hurt your pride by making you moan my name,"

"Easy there, snake boy," you managed to gasp out as you trailed your fingertips fastidiously along his jawline whilst slightly lifting his chin, "What makes you think you won't moan mine," you weren't ready to let your guard down, not yet, you then switched positions holding his shoulders against the cement. In an act of pure selfishness, you softly cupped his face somewhat catching him off guard, his nose brushed yours as your top lip created contact that was so minimal it could almost be imperceptible, "Nice try,  Keene, but unfortunately for you, I don't fuck losers," you mumbled, although you could've said it in a more impactful tone, you knew, you knew that the intimacy of it all would make your words burn into the very depths of his soul.

You walked out of the Dojo quite easily with him as perplexed as a Marmol statue, the catch was having to drive around the city to cool off your system and release the tension of it all. However, it didn't work, not even a little bit, not even at all, your mind played every different scenario of the continuation of your reckless actions, it was your fault, and you had to accept it, you went to face him knowing damn well how you felt for him, you went knowing damn well he wouldn't just back down easily, knowing he would've put up a fight one way or another, you knew deep inside you, you knew this could happen, you wanted it to happen. 

It was inevitable, your brother was just the perfect excuse and you used it, you took advantage of it, you abused it even, he begged you not to do anything and you didn't care enough to listen, you just had to see him, you had to confront him after almost a year of holding back. 

You met him while he was still working for the LaRussos, Daniel and your mom had known each other since college, so whenever they began a conversation, no one could stop them or be part of it; on that occasion, you two were invited for dinner, you brother naturally skipped it, but you were forced to go. You couldn't really complain, Sam was nice company at times, and you would mostly gossip about school or complain about teachers, nothing too deep; however, it even amazed you how rapidly you connected with Robby. Was your entire conversation from that night centered on making fun of the adults? Yeah, but you couldn't stop cackling the entire time. After that, whenever you saw each other you two resumed that same chemistry, constantly coming up with inside jokes or witty comments regarding your family, friends, possible love interests, etc. It then patiently evolved into a solid friendship by revealing heavy details of both of your lives; other types of sentiments involved or not, there was a time when all you had was each other. 

But the school fight changed everything, Hawk had a personal vendetta against the person who put one of his best friends in a coma, and you... you were scared, not furious, not bitter, just terrified. Of him, your brother and his friends, Sam, everyone that had to go through the aftermath of it all; you burned all of those bridges, gasoline and everything, changed schools in a different part of town, shut down that part of your life. You couldn't afford to give your family another reason to put you under. 

"Y/N,  could you stop procrastinating and do something productive?” your mother interrupted your thinkings, “I gotta take this call, take care of them for a minute," she pointed at the waiters.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I- I'll watch them," you answered.

She stepped away.

You huffed scanning the restaurant your family proudly called theirs, it was a second home, warm, comfy, filled with known people, and although you couldn’t make sense of it, you’d always perceived the hazy calmness through the chaos. 

There was something hardly recognizable besides the door, at first glance your eyes overlooked it, but as you double-checked your body tensed and your eyes widened so much you were sure they were gonna pop out, he was here.

The last time he showed up at the business was the night before the incident, your parents had conveniently gone to a business dinner and your brother had no intentions on getting out of the house with his hangover, and like every other time he'd been there, you two would steal food from the kitchen, go up to the rooftop and talk about nothing and everything.

Flashback

"And now Mr. LaRusso doesn't wanna have anything to do with me," his voice weakened.

"Oh my god, Robby," you wasted no time in hugging him tightly, "I'm sorry," 

He nuzzled in the crook of your neck sparking something in your gut, you never failed to react to the crumbs of intimacy you always had. His eyes began to water, tears falling into your shirt.

"It's okay, it's okay," you comforted him, both of your torsos gently swinging.

"It hurts so much," he sniffled, "Why does it hurt so much?" it might've sounded a little too melodramatic, perhaps absurd, but he wasn't afraid to be like that, vulnerable, not with you, you never gave him a reason to be.

You pursed your lips, your throat was dry, you were speechless although you'd never been the quiet type, and all you could do was hold him even tighter, a subtle yet relevant symbolism that reminded you that was the closest you could get.

"Why does everyone always leave?" he let the question settle into the breeze although it felt more personal.

It broke you to see him like this, no pain you've ever felt was comparable to seeing he whom you love miserable, there was nothing else you could do but be there, though you didn't think it was nearly as enough as what he needed, "I- I don't know," you couldn't tell if you were lucky to have never experienced such experience, or misfortunate to not have said wisdom to heal him. You cautiously cupped his face, as if one of your movements could hurt him more, he was like stained glass, complicated, fractured, fragile, and yet, his cracks and colors made him the most beautiful soul you’ve ever met "I won't leave you," you ran your thumbs through his cheeks, drying the small showings of his pain.

"You promise?"

"I promise,"

End of flashback

You tried not to draw too much attention to yourself while jogging towards the entrance, "What the hell are you doing here?" you blurted out.

"I wanna talk to you," he seemed happy, probably because of how fearful you, on the other hand, were.

"You- you can't be here right now, I'm not messin' around," you shook your head, you had to react as discreetly as possible.

"Why? Your brother isn't here,"

"It's not just my brother, okay? My family will kill you on sight, please, listen to me," you grabbed his shoulders, "We can't talk, not here,"

"Where then?"

"I-" you looked around making sure your mom was still in her office, "Do we really have to do this right now?" you insisted.

"Yes," he stated firmly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, "Okay, come on," you pulled his hand with a strength that wasn't necessary.

You entered the tiny meetings room on the other side of the establishment, because of your dad's usual tantrums, it didn't have a camera and it was sound-proofed; you made sure to lock the door and turn off the light so it wouldn't be visible from the bottom of the wood.

"Okay, make it quick, I need to get back to my mom," your words were rushed and stumbling with each other.

"You truly are terrified of your parents aren't you?" he crossed his arms.

"I don't have time for this Robby-"

"Thought I was 'Keene',"

You only began to call him that after in consequence of the Karate outrage, his first name felt too personal, too close.

You shut your eyes in frustration, "Can you stop being an ass for a second and get to the point of whatever it is that you wanna talk about?"

"Why are you so nervous about me being here?" he continued to tease, truth is, he wasn't sure what he was doing there in the first place, all he knew was that here he was, with you.

"It doesn't matter, just- start talking," you pressured.

"Why are you so nervous about me being here?" he repeated.

Your fingers twitched, a manner you developed out of stress, "Because if they see me with you, I'll never hear the end of it, okay?" you fidgeted then with your jewelry.

"If you never wanna be caught in a lie I suggest you stop doing the ring thing," he pointed out, "It makes it easy to tell,"

You halted the action and then shrugged.

"Why are you so nervous about me being here?"

"Because they already filed a restraining order against you, I guess you didn't get it because you're here, but if they call the cops you'll probably end up in juvie and I don't want- If you ever wanna go back to school or get a job is gonna be incredibly difficult,"

He assumed at first you didn't wanna be seen with him because of how much you cared about the reputation of your new life, a valid perspective given how much you made an effort to conceal it all, but hearing you enlightened him, sore him "Don't look at me like that," a small part of his grudge came out.

"Like what?"

"Like you still care about me,"

A choked laugh resounded from your part, "First of all, I'm not apologizing for that, and second-"

"You should," his demeanor abruptly became more defensive.

You tilted your head, "Why?" your energy matched his.

"Because you don't care about me, and acting like you do is very hypocritical of you,"

"When have I ever told you that I don't care about you?" you frowned.

"You don't have to say it, you already proved it,"

"How so?"

"Don't play the innocent part now," he was close to losing his cool,  "You try so hard to hide everything that happened but at even the slightest inconvenience, you go right back where you started, tell me, do your mommy and daddy know you went to see me two days ago? Huh? Or let me guess, you were too scared to tell them?" 

"Oh, fuck off Keene, is that all you got? Is that the only thing that you think will affect me? My parents? My reputation?"

"Yes! Because that's the only thing you care about! You're nothing but a self-centered spoiled brat that doesn't know any better than to run away from her problems! You wanna know who the real coward is here? You are! Some of us don't have the privilege of a new start! Keep pretending all you want, but don't forget, I was your friend and you turned your back on me, I wasted my one phone call on you because you were the only person I had, and you hung up on me like I was nothing! Tell me, how am I supposed to be the coward if I'm the one who got hurt because of your selfishness?! You don't care about anyone but yourself!" as much as he attempted to divert the subject of the conversation, his eyes sabotaged him, quickly covering his face in a salty heartbreaking liquid. "You... you weren't there-" 

You were both stunned by his reaction, you'd think that with everything he's been put through, he wouldn’t snap so easily, so passionately, so emotionally, but no, all of this was a new part of himself that only you made him feel, he’d only allowed you to do so.

"I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there! And- and then the first time you say anything to me after I got out-" 

If there's something he had while being in juvie was time, precious time he'd spent weaving, machinating; about you, about his dad, about the LaRusso's, about Miguel, about him. Strategizing his next encounter with the world was arduous, but the action of going through with it was the true challenge, and he realized how useless all that time truly was when he heard your voice the first time, suddenly all of it was gone, the effort, the time, the sleepless nights, the daydreaming noons, all of it, turned into nothing, you turned them into nothing. 

"I was happy," he exhaled like freeing himself of chains and shackles, "I was so happy, and I enjoyed seeing you mad so fucking much, seeing you in general," he laughed, "I tried to-" he choked on his words, "I tried to hate you so much because you bailed on me but I can't," every inch him began to feel... lighter, "I can't hate you," he sighed, "I- I just can’t,”

Your body didn’t allow you to move, roughly grounding you, vines of regret holding you hostage against soothing him, stopping him, following him outside, responding coherently to your family’s screams, to forget.  You’d lost count of how many days you’d feel as you were still glued to the wooden floor, completely stuck, dried-out blossoms of hope from your heart, rageful deep thorns clinging to your debilitated frame, daunting poison sinking your head.

—How many times?—

How many times would you have to come up with every pretentious and overly-thought narrative to justify everything? You’ve been silenced by your reluctance, aghast by your idealization, confined by your denial, triggered by tension, frozen by your guilt, and finally steered by resentment. 

You stared at the faint reflection from the glass, you wanted to immortalize the picture, hair slightly out of place, tugged at clothes, blood burst out of the skin, purple underneath the large organ, nostrils flowing with the lack of air, mouth agape. 

—Why?—

  You prepared yourself for the question before anyone else asked it. 

—Why was protecting Robby’s honor against someone as irrelevant as Natalie Dalmasos worth it?—

 You noticed your knuckles finally matching your brother’s.

—He’s never even met her—

Your stomach sunk as if releasing all the ire and digesting it as dread.

—Was it worth it?—

Hammering head.

—Did she deserve it?—

Striking heart.

—You screwed up everything you built—

Trembling legs.

—What did you do?—

Numbed face.

—Why destroy it?—

Streaking neck.

—Why him?—

Overwhelmed.

Then reality came back.

—Shit—

You reached for your phone, quickly texting your mother the first perfectly constructed lie you could think of, you had to disappear at least for tonight, eventually relieved by her believing your sleepover story, you started the car.

—Where else would you go?—

You blankly saw the infamous logo, the white clearness hiding the inside, you took a shaky breath and struggled to get yourself inside the walls, you didn’t have to make yourself known by words, the heavy door did all the work filling it with creaks against the floor for it being poorly moved. 

You saw him cautiously walk out of the dark.

“Robby,” you let out a soft smile.

He frowned as you gradually got nearer.

“I- I um-” you gulped, “I just got into a fight, the party- I-,” there was now a lightbulb over your head.

He rushed, “Y/N, holy shit,” 

“I- I’m fine, I swear,” you chuckled.

“Fine?! You look like shit!” 

“You should see the other guy,” you joked

He shrugged, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that, I’m just-,”

“Shocked?” you interrupted him, “Surprised? Amazed? Astonished? Stunned? fucking… every other synonym there is?”

He nodded still scanning your body, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he placed one of your arms on his shoulder to then swiftly carry you bridal style to his mattress. You tilted your head observing the side of his jaw.

“I never noticed you had a scar there,” you whispered.

“One of many of my mom’s bad boyfriends,”

“I’m sorry,” you delicately traced it.

He smiled, “It’s okay,” 

You were laid down rather dramatically, or so you thought by the way he treated you like you were made out of paper, you just rolled your eyes and sat up while he went to get the first aid kit. 

“This is gonna hurt,” he wet the cotton.

You scoffed, “Relax Robby, I’m a big girl, this isn’t my first drill,” 

“Right,” he nodded.

You lowly hissed when the chemical made contact.

“Thought this wasn’t your first drill,” he teased.

“Okay, just because I’ve been hurt before doesn’t mean it’s not painful,” you both laughed, “I can still handle it,”

The rest of the cleaning went somewhat silent, just a few mumbled sorries were thrown around, but by the time he had pulled out the bandages, you grew impatient.

“You’re not gonna ask?” you broke the ice.

“Not really,” he admitted. 

“Why?”

“Because,” he raised his shoulders, “It’s too late to go and make ‘em pay for it,”

“Oh god, please don’t, I already did that,”

“What do you mean?” he began to wrap your hand.

“I’m the one who started the fight because they were talking shit,”

“What kind of shit?”

“All kinds, throwing rumors and just- bullshit,”

“About who?”

You licked your lips.

—Really? Now you go silent? You’re already here, fuck it—

“About you,”

“What?” he tightened the cloth too much.

“Ow,”

“Sorry, sorry,” he let go.

“Yeah,” you confessed, “They were talking shit about you and I shut them up,”

“Who?” he was still confused.

“Some girl from my school who thinks she’s fucking… Regina George or somethin’, she’s just a bitch,” you shook your head.

“Why?”

—Why?—

You grabbed his face, and gave him the most mellow and honeyed eyes you’ve ever had, “You haven’t figured that one out yet, have you?” you joined your foreheads as you closed your eyes, “You’re not the smart one out of us anyway,” you heard him giggle.

He brushed his nose with yours, shyly getting closer.

—Are you sure?—

—Yeah—

—Fuck it—

You kissed him for the first time, but held on to it like it was the last, how was it that you could say everything with just that? The most disarming and humble expression there is; the touch of two epidermises, and the completion of dual fantasies. You almost blubber in it, oh sacchariferous little poison of yours, worth every penny, every dime, every tear, every scream, and every dream. 

He paused, taking a deep breath, yet never breaking contact.

You sobbed, “I love you,” you dried his cheeks.

“I love you too,” he whimpered.

[xkeyon]

Luna Maximoff Marvel Future

So Luna is a pretty popular character, reaching most of the Marvel fan base thanks to the many connections she has, even though she doesn't get used that much. Marvel loves to bring out the next young hero so why not have one who is known yet can also be developed, letting her have a shot at something and there are 2 paths that come to mind.

That would be the Avengers path, first the Young Avengers later on joining a different Avengers group most likely Uncanny. The other would be the Magic path, as it is revealed one per-generation of the Maximoff line takes on Witchcraft powers and holds a Scarlet Title, so have her be the next inheritor going to Strange Academy while getting private lessons from Wanda.

Ok now that 2 paths are out there what about a costume, most superheroes wear some kind of costume and she has a family full of them. Well I would put costume in 3 sections. Design, Colour, and Attributes. The design would be leaning to the Inhumans, she is a literal Princess for them. Plus her mother's family seems to have a theme that she could follow

A prime colour, with black trim, and a given name symbol on the waist

Crystal = Diamond Medusa = M So Luna could be a Crescent, as for colours I would look to her father for this

Switching out the Black trim for white, as for the Prime I think it should depend on the path she would be on. I would go green for the Avengers, and Blue for Magic. Now Attributes to really scream Avengers or Magic.

If Avengers then wear her mother's Avenger's jacket, a real passing of the torch moment.

If Magic, then Red/Scarlet like Romani articles of clothing. She would adopt these not just with her costume but also everyday clothing as well. Since she would be at Strange Academy and while they have a uniform it does look to have some customization.

So powers, as an Inhuman who has gone through Terrigenesis she has gained powers that in the form of empathic aura reading and control.

But this has given also some precog abilities. It has not been explained how this is, but I think it might be she sees the future someone is leaning to the most based on their emotional state.

She holds a high amount of Inhuman DNA so will have their advanced bodies even before Terrigenesis, as well has received martial training from the likes of Karnak. Of course if she goes the magic path then Witchcraft will be a birthright as much as her Inhuman gifts. Witchcraft a magic that connects to a Goddess and the Earth.

Now while all of these are good things for a hero path to have she doesn't feel at least right now a solo act. Teams and Companions will be important part to her, and how she will act with either the Young Avengers and Strange Academy will depend on who could/should/will be there, but I do know someone who could get added to these Franklin Richards.

Currently depowered him getting his own new path could work here. For the Young Avengers give him a suit like the Thing Suit + Thing Rings, but make it something that connects to the other three Fantastic Four members letting him take on their powers though it being weaker. Each of the main members of the Fantastic Four have been part of the Avengers so he captures still the Young Avengers theme. If magic, well Agatha Harkness was his nanny maybe her recommendation to try plus get into the academy could work here, him learning Quantum Magic, still leaning into the F4's more science connections but looking at it another way.

Their families are close so they know each other and depending on who is on the teams they would most likely have the closest connections with each other, perhaps even moving from friendship to romance.

[zapreportsblog]

I love how Paul got his butt kick. The reader and Garrett having kid, so cute. I can see them having a little girl dressed in a black panther pjs.

Can I get a another twilight fanic

Jasper x lioness shapeshifter This is after Edward and Bella are dating. They both do not like the reader

Edward can not read her mind.. where she imprints on him knowing he is vampire but turns out to be a teacher's aide. He knows she is a shapeshifter but does not know what animal yet. They pass notes back in secret. Eventually she tells him she has a little girl. She brings her when she gets invited to dinner at the cullen's. Dinner happens and they all hang outside. Edward being the whine ass he is , calls the reader some names. She tells Edward to stop and he continues it gets bad enough, the major comes out and tells him to back off. Edward then threatened the reader's little girl. The major goes to kick his butt, but the reader pulls him back and that's when she shifted into a lioness, tears Edward legs off ( they get put back on). She did shift back into a human. she changes back into regular clothes, Everyone has noticed she has vampire bite marks all over her body. She explains she's immune to vampire bites.

Feel free to add anything.

Not gonna lie definitely got confused in the first half but I understand the request so that’s all that matters lol,

❝heed my warnings❞

✭ pairing : jasper hale x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : jasper doesn’t feel a thirst for the new girls blood which is surprising and leads to them befriending one another, Edward can’t read her thoughts and that instantly panda her in his book of people he hates. When (y/n) is invited over for dinner, things get heated

✭ authors note : I liked how this turnt out and I have no needs to filter what I say, I’m shitting watery diarrhea as I write this

✭ twilight masterlist

Generations ago, (y/n)'s ancestors were bestowed with a unique and powerful gift — the ability to shift into the form of a magnificent lioness. This shapeshifting ability was a sacred inheritance, passed down through the family bloodline. For centuries, their clan had embraced their dual nature, embracing both the human world and the wild spirit of the lioness.

As the latest inheritor of this remarkable legacy, (y/n) found herself straddling two worlds. Her lioness form was a majestic embodiment of strength, grace, and primal instincts. It was a bond that connected her to the natural world in a profound way, allowing her to run through the forests with the wind in her mane and the earth beneath her paws.

But (y/n) wasn't alone in her journey. She had a three-year-old daughter, a little cub who might carry the same shapeshifting gift within her as she grew older. The potential for her daughter to also become a lioness shapeshifter once she reached puberty was both a source of pride and a cause for concern. The thought of her child embracing this ancient legacy brought a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Tragedy had also shaped (y/n)'s path. Her daughter's father, the man who had shared a part of his life with her, had fallen victim to hunters. The loss was a painful reminder of the challenges faced by their kind. The existence of lioness shapeshifters was often kept hidden from the human world, a secret that was essential for their survival.

In search of a fresh start, (y/n) decided to move to the quiet town of Forks to finish her senior year of high school. The lush forests and serene surroundings provided the perfect backdrop for her to navigate both her human and lioness identities. She hoped to shield her daughter from the dangers that had claimed her father's life, all while preparing her for the day she might come into her own shapeshifting abilities.

In the serene town of Forks, (y/n) had settled in with her daughter, creating a new life for themselves. Every morning, for the past week she would drop her precious child off at daycare before heading to school. As she walked through the school campus, she noticed a group of students she hadn't encountered before, the Cullens. Among them, Edward seemed to be particularly perplexed.

Unbeknownst to him, (y/n) possessed a unique quality that made her impervious to his mind-reading ability. It was as if her thoughts were veiled in a shroud of secrecy, hidden from his probing senses. This anomaly intrigued and frustrated Edward simultaneously, stirring emotions he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He had grown accustomed to effortlessly delving into the thoughts of those around him, deciphering their fears, hopes, and secrets. Yet here was (y/n), a enigmatic enigma whose thoughts remained tantalizingly out of reach. This lack of access to her mind left him puzzled and eager to uncover her mysteries.

It was now time for history class at Forks High School, (y/n) found herself seated next to Jasper Hale. It was a surprise to her that he didn't seem affected by her scent, unlike the rest of his family. She could sense his calm and controlled demeanor, which was nice to come across especially when she’s been around hormonal students all day.

As the teacher assigned them to work together for the day's lesson, (y/n) and Jasper exchanged polite greetings. They began discussing the topic at hand, and to her surprise, she found that they had quite a bit in common. They shared a mutual interest in historical events and had similar perspectives on some key aspects of history.

As they delved into their assignment, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They exchanged thoughts and opinions, occasionally sharing anecdotes and insights that kept the discussion engaging. (y/n) noticed that Jasper had a deep understanding of human emotions, likely due to his unique ability to sense and manipulate them, not that she knew that.

As the class continued, (y/n) realized that Jasper's presence had a calming effect on her. His aura of tranquility seemed to resonate with her lioness shapeshifter instincts, creating a sense of comfort she hadn't expected to find in the presence of a vampire. She was intrigued by his ability to control and channel his emotions, wondering if it was something she could learn from him.

Throughout the class, (y/n) and Jasper discovered even more shared interests and viewpoints. They both had a penchant for analyzing historical events from multiple perspectives, and their discussion delved into various aspects of culture, society, and human nature. It was a refreshing experience for (y/n), who had often felt like an outsider due to her unique nature.

As the class session came to an end, (y/n) and Jasper exchanged smiles, acknowledging the unexpected connection they had formed. While their backgrounds and circumstances were vastly different, their shared interests had bridged the gap and created a bond of understanding. They both looked forward to future conversations, eager to explore their common ground further.

As the weeks went by, the tension between (y/n) and Edward seemed to grow. Edward's frustration with his inability to read her mind had turned into a resentment that extended to Bella as well. Bella's loyalty to Edward led her to share in his feelings towards (y/n), even though she didn't fully understand the source of their dislike.

Meanwhile, (y/n) and Jasper's friendship continued to flourish. They spent time discussing history, sharing stories, and learning from each other's unique perspectives. They also participated in passing notes to one another in class, jasper had shared his secret of being a vampire and she had shared hers of being a shapeshifter, though he wasn’t sure which kind yet.

Jasper had become one of the few vampires (y/n) felt truly comfortable around, partly due to his calm and understanding nature.

One day, Jasper extended an invitation to (y/n) for dinner at the Cullen house. He suggested that she bring her daughter along, as he was aware of her presence in (y/n)'s life. Intrigued by the offer and hoping for a chance to bridge the gap with the Cullens, (y/n) agreed.

On the appointed evening, (y/n) and her daughter arrived at the Cullen residence. She felt a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, unsure of how the rest of the family would react to her presence. She held her daughter's hand as they approached the front door, taking a deep breath to calm her own emotions.

Jasper greeted them with a warm smile and invited them inside. The Cullen family was present, and their initial reactions ranged from surprise to curiosity. Bella and Edward's expressions were guarded, while others seemed more open-minded.

As the dinner progressed, (y/n) and her daughter engaged in polite conversation with the Cullens. She was careful to maintain a respectful distance from Edward, sensing the animosity between them. However, she found herself enjoying conversations with Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, and even Rosalie, who was surprisingly welcoming.

All seemed to be going well, until it wasn’t.

During dinner, as (y/n) tried to engage in pleasant conversation with the Cullens, she noticed that Edward's behavior was taking a hostile turn. He began making belittling comments directed at her, seemingly determined to provoke a reaction. Despite feeling hurt by his words, (y/n) chose to ignore him, not wanting to escalate the situation.

However, Edward's snarky remarks continued throughout the meal, and it became clear that he was intentionally trying to upset her. Bella, seated next to Edward, appeared uncomfortable with his behavior but didn't intervene. (y/n) could sense the tension in the room, and she could see that even Jasper was growing increasingly irritated by Edward's conduct.

As the dinner progressed, (y/n) focused on maintaining her composure and not allowing Edward's comments to get to her. She continued to converse with the others, seeking solace in the more positive interactions she was having with the rest of the family. But Edward's continued taunts were like a persistent thorn, making it difficult for her to fully enjoy the evening.

Eventually, Jasper's patience reached its limit. Unable to tolerate Edward's behavior any longer, he spoke up, his voice laced with frustration. "Edward, that's enough. You're out of line," he warned, his tone firm.

Edward looked taken aback by Jasper's intervention, not expecting such a strong reaction from his usually calm and collected brother. Bella looked equally surprised by the turn of events, her attention now fully on the unfolding confrontation.

Jasper's gaze locked onto Edward's, his golden eyes filled with a stern resolve. "You need to watch yourself, Edward. This behavior isn't acceptable, especially in our home," he continued, his voice unwavering.

(y/n) watched the exchange, a mixture of relief and surprise washing over her. She had not expected Jasper to speak up on her behalf, but his actions sent a clear message that he was not going to tolerate any mistreatment of their guest.

“Thank you jasper,” (y/n) says before taking a glance at her daughter who was preoccupied with playing with Rosalie and Emmett’s hands, “But I was just going to continue ignoring him.”

“He has no right,” he muttered.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense as Edward continued to make snide remarks during dinner. (y/n) could feel her own patience wearing thin, and it was clear that Jasper's restraint was also waning. Just as she thought the situation might escalate further, Edward muttered yet another offensive comment under his breath, the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Jasper's normally composed demeanor shifted dramatically, and his alter ego, the Major, emerged with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. In an instant, he was on his feet, his eyes darkened with a mix of anger and determination. He moved swiftly towards Edward, who looked both surprised and apprehensive as Jasper's presence commanded the room.

Without hesitation, Jasper's powerful punch landed squarely on Edward's jaw, sending him crashing back against the wall with a stunned expression. The force of the impact left Edward momentarily incapacitated, his usual arrogance replaced with shock.

However, the sudden altercation was far from over. Just as Jasper's punch landed, (y/n) felt a surge of fury and protection coursing through her veins. The sight of Edward being physical with jasper seemed to trigger something primal within her. In an instant, her lioness instincts took over, and her transformation into her lioness form was swift and decisive.

With a roar that echoed through the room, (y/n) lunged forward, her massive claws and jaws aimed at Edward. In a flash, her powerful grip closed around his leg, and with a single, swift motion, she ripped it off. The room was filled with a combination of shock and horror as the unexpected violence unfolded before their eyes.

Rosalie, ever alert to the well-being of (y/n)'s daughter, acted swiftly. She scooped up the young child in her arms and, together with Alice, quickly exited the room, shielding her from witnessing the gruesome scene that was unfolding.

The aftermath of the chaos was palpable. Edward's pained cries filled the room, and (y/n) was still in her lioness form, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and a wild, protective instinct. Jasper, his alter ego the Major receding, stood nearby, his expression a mix of concern and understanding.

Carlisle, Esme, and the rest of the Cullen family were left in shock, struggling to process the sudden violence that had erupted within their midst. The events had unfolded so rapidly that there was little time to react.

As the reality of what had transpired settled in, the room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the sound of Edward's labored breathing. The unexpected turn of events had left everyone shaken, and the fragile equilibrium of the room had been shattered.

With the threat to her daughter's well-being now removed, Rosalie focused on ensuring (y/n)’s child remained unaware of the chaos that had unfolded. She, along with Alice, would provide comfort and reassurance, sheltering her from the darker aspects of the situation.

In the aftermath of the incident, the Cullens were faced with a difficult choice: how to address the repercussions of the violence and the rift it had caused within their family. The once peaceful evening had transformed into a tumultuous display of emotions, leaving them all to grapple with the unexpected and its far-reaching consequences.

As the tension in the room slowly began to ebb, (y/n) felt the shift within herself and started to revert to her human form. The transformation was accompanied by a sensation of reorientation and a return to her human senses. She looked around, her eyes locking onto the concerned faces of the Cullen family.

Esme, with her innate warmth, stepped forward and offered (y/n) a set of clean clothes. Grateful for the gesture, (y/n) accepted the clothes and retreated to a more private corner of the room to change. The new attire felt refreshing against her skin, helping to soothe the lingering tension that still coursed through her veins.

Once she was dressed, (y/n) rejoined the Cullens, her composure steadier now that she was back in her human form. But it wasn't long before their attention was drawn to the faded bite marks on her arms and exposed legs. The telltale marks were evidence of her encounters with vampires, and the curiosity in the room was palpable.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior just now”, she says. “It wasn’t my intention to come into your home and start a fight.”

With a sigh, (y/n) met their gaze and knew she needed to explain.

“Oh my,” esme holds a hand to her mouth noticing the scars. “Your arms…”

"I've had my fair share of run-ins with vampires, some of them not the friendliest." She looked down at the faded bite marks, her tone a mixture of sadness and determination. "But the thing is, I'm immune to vampire bites."

The room fell silent as her words hung in the air, the Cullens processing the revelation. It was a rare trait, one that set her apart even further from the supernatural world she had become a part of.

Carlisle, ever the inquisitive and compassionate one, stepped forward. "That's quite a unique ability you have there, (y/n). Would you mind telling us more about how you discovered this immunity?"

(y/n) nodded, appreciating the genuine interest in his voice. "It was a gradual realization, really. I had a few encounters with vampires who tried to bite me, but the venom had no effect. After a while, I realized that I could resist their bites completely."

Esme's expression softened with empathy. "That must have been quite a shock to discover."

"It was," (y/n) agreed, her gaze distant as she recalled the past. "But it also gave me an advantage. It meant I could defend myself in ways others couldn't."

Jasper, who had remained quiet during the conversation, finally spoke up. "Your ability is indeed a remarkable one. It must have served you well."

(y/n) nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Yes, it has. But enough about me. I believe we have more pressing matters to address."

The Cullens exchanged glances, the events of the evening still fresh in their minds. As (y/n) steered the conversation toward the present, they realized that the chaos that had unfolded had implications that needed to be addressed. With the weight of the situation heavy in the air, they began to discuss their next steps and how to navigate the aftermath of the unexpected altercation.

In the midst of uncertainty, (y/n) found herself among a group of supernatural beings who were grappling with their own challenges and emotions. The bonds formed that evening were complex and layered, and the newfound understanding between them would shape the path they were destined to walk together.

[stelladess]

I am hoping that when we get Amiya´s drifter fit in probably chapter 16 (dust bunny if you will) she will have a more major change to her hairstyle. I like the super long ponytail but I think it would be nice to see a bigger shakeup in her design after the Victoria arc is all. Especially since what we have seen from PVs and the post credit scene of the Dagger´s Inheritors suggest she and Wis´adel might be looking for past civ ruins for whatever reason. Meaning Amiya might not have ready access to like, shower and as much stuff for taking care of her hair. There is also the fact that Amiya kind of growing into more of a Kal´tsit, wandering healer type seems to be kind of the direction they are going in.

What I am saying is I think it would be neat with short hair dust bunny Amiya.

And plz actually give us the "drifter" fit as an in game costume this time HG.... I am so sad we never got Amiya or W´s best fits as costumes.

[covey-o-quail]

magic isnt sentient I DONT CAREEEEE white london is ALIVE it's dying but like. it's still alive. they acknowledge this. the earth is angry the magic is afraid. and ok so tell me why antari present at like 4-5 + holland was 8 not like a super outlier but truly he probably would not have survived if he was a target That young. It Chose Him change my mind impossibleand also. his eye took a long time to go black white london scraping the bottom of the barrel for this boy who had pretty much already offered himself up which. hello. + his freaky threads "it was probably just osaron" okay i just think he would have noticed a change in his magic if so a la keel frayed threads anyway also also like he just was Given blood commands? so was kosika. also im normal abt hollands first spell being to end a life and kosikas being to save one . im so normal and also it is relevant. but like kell and lila had to learn them like theyd learn anything else. and maybe this one can be written off as it kind of makes things more difficult to explain otherwise bc where would white london antari get them from But. holland also has like a deepinate understanding of the rules and regs alsoBut. true unignorable freaktari behavior when they keep saying only the folk who hold the elements in balance can nurture life bc it's fragile at the start (o_o) and antari are often just Way Too Powerful to have Balance and the Priest Trees book4 They Keep Saying This and well. Well. tentatively crediting ghostholland with his tree However kosika cherry tree those most egregious Uhm?s but like even before that and even before That. i mean holland growth and life and strength/control/Balance w da rings n shit forever WAIT i was also going to say this later but it hit me holland black london deathsleep grass weeds flowers holland silver wood........ the Grass.................hello. yeah i for sure think his body is in some kind of incorruptible preserved + this? im not saying serak wouldnt be deep in his faith without but. Also the whole 10days theroies Like white london is definitely preserving him i think it would be good if it said Ok we understand rest a little while but like. it's not over here. i think it would be good if white london and its people learned to love the other again and trust. that was always the biggest thing 2 me since book one literally the whole magic + man story and then kell thinking abt holland vortalis ally and then holland + danes story BE SO FR maybe thats why i got confused and didnt understand the framing of acol ending bc holland was always white london 2 me on some level and he should have lived and if he dies well. "when you say mean things abt urself this is who ur being mean to" except holland when u kill urself this is who And living his life loving white london was how . . so yes magic has been bound and abused for so long like how is an answer not to stop mistreating it. it would be so hard and so scary to accomplish but i believe andi think something could be done w holland switching sides in the allegory being a man w no magic just a guy who still is not unlike white london itself in fact more so even!! but whateverrrrrrr this gets into unfumbled alt paths. working w what is presented i am still hopeful

ok so i am curious how kosikas power will be explained if it's not literally just White London Chose Her Too since like. that cannot be hollands power lol. when i first read i was really negative abt the inheritor being brought back up and the possibility of it being An Object In Play for this trilogy but now. actually kind of digging it (osaron excluded) bc i would be fine if lila goes for it. espesh since it took her+kells power to close that one door and if things only escalate Well. there are more thoughts as to lila but i would support her if she decided to take the plunge and i would support her if she chose to Not and find another way and trust. i would be fine if kosika went for it bc it would probably either be bc 1) holland told her to or 2) holland told her not to. LOGISTICS ASIDE im not typing out the minutiae of hows. truly i do not think option 1 bc the truth of the inheritor would dismantle The Everything lol. but yk ghostholland can just lie so. it's simply a question of why and also what is he. number two is holland gets revived or some other thing happens and unravels kosikas whole Everything and it leads to a Mess and well. it would be really sick and twisted if kosika Actually went and inherited hollands power since we love to keep saying shes done so. and also she would do it to save her world that was it that was the Reason sorry i kind of think she'd be mad and disappointed in holland for a number of things . and even if he had never seen her b4 and was dead half her life i think he would feel guilty abt failing her. bc he's holland.

[izzabela]

hello!! How are you?? If requests are open,I have an idea of some kind. So,basically ,Kuai Liang x fem!reader. They were dating a while,and then broke up,reader found a new partner and they didn’t talk much,but still loved each other. Then reader and this new partner broke up too. It’s like a slow burn when reader and Kuai start talking again and slowly start getting closer and eventually confess again!! Thank you in advance!!!

Tsunami - Kuai Liang x fem!reader

in which you and Kuai Liang find each other again

a/n: do we have any NIKI/niki zefanya listeners here? also, finna try a new format of writing, tell me if yall like it or not

ship[s]: kuai liang x fem!reader

warming(s): none

Kuai Liang, who's been your childhood best friend since forever. Who always hugged you when you "came over to his house". Who always included you in his and Bi Han's games when you three were children.

He, who loved you before he even knew what "love" was.

Kuai Liang, who had to shut Tomas up from spilling his secret from you. Who dragged him away when he began chanting "k-i-s-s-i-n-g" every time he saw you and Kuai liang together.

Kuai Liang, who sought advice from Bi Han on his feelings about you. Who got warnings about emotions, the future he'd be inheriting, and the outcome of such a choice.

But it's the same brother who told Kuai Liang, "If you love this woman so much, what do you wait for?"

You, who watched Kuai Liang go through his ceremony for his ascension in the Lin Kuei. Who turned beet-red seeing him in the traditional ceremonial attire the Lin kuei only brought out for this occasion. Whose ears rang with the echoes of your heartbeat.

You, who loved him from the moment you laid eyes on him all those years ago.

It's Kuai Liang, who waited patiently for you to go through your coming-of-age ceremony. Who watched in the ballroom of your palace in your ornate attire, recite the words and swears of your ancestors to inherit your clan. Whose heart beat so loudly in his chest that he requested earplugs.

He, who was the first to congratulate you on this new milestone in your life- and for the life of your clan.

It was a twenty-three year old Kuai Liang that asked you to be his girlfriend under the huge maple tree that resides in his family's garden. Who you saw stutter for the first time; and, who made your own heart beat so loud you began crying out of fear he'd hear.

Kuai Liang, who comforted you as he offered you a beautiful bouquet of flowers he and his brothers collected from the missions they went on. Who chuckled as he wiped your tears, and you gave him your answer through wet noises of post-crying mania.

It was the both of you that planted a sturdy anchor in the beginning years of your relationship. It was the both of you having weekly dinners, monthly date outings, even occasional joint missions. The both of you, sending letters back and forth as the years caught up to you in this relationship.

It's you two, who breached the four year dating mark, where things become rough.

Kuai Liang, who tried to make this long distance relationship business work. Who wrote to you often, sent you flowers and little gifts, and other things to keep your mind always on him. But, with your responsibilities being the sole inheritor of your clan, you felt the red twine of fate began to unravel with you two.

You, who was stuck trying to run your clan. Who was stressed and slowly losing it with the weight of your duty- especially with the need of an heir (damn the patriarchs). You, who relied on letters to keep you grounded in your love for Kuai Liang.

You, who felt your grip on this tug-of-war, slip and out of your reach.

It was Kuai Liang, who met up with you because of a letter you wrote him. Who was exhausted after coming home from a gruesome mission from Liu Kang. Who still wanted to see your face for relief.

Kuai Liang, who was met with your glossy eyes and a fairly-large box in your hands the minute he entered the courtyard of your home. Who asked you what's wrong, why you must shed so many tears, and why he saw the petals from his flowers were in there as well.

Kuai Liang, who shook with anger at the fact you were leaving him. Who was not angry at you, but the situation, and how he would do the same if it came to. Kuai Liang, who dropped the box and kissed you one last time- slowly, like you'd be carried away in the wind and never return home.

You, after months of staying single, were set up with the son of another clan. You, "for the glory of your people" were you dating this man. Who, as much as you miss the pyromancer, cannot go back to him.

You're stuck with him.

Anytime you were around with your suitor, it's Kuai Liang's eyes that followed your figure silently. Whose eyes longed for yours to meet his, whose hands wanted to wrap around your waist and pull you in.

Whose lips he wanted to badly to meet with his.

You, who didn't talk to Kuai Liang after that break-up. You, who yearned for him just as much he yearned for you. Who wanted nothing more than to run into his warm embrace. To hear his voice- anything of his.

You, who missed Kuai Liang more than words could explain.

It wasn't until a year later that Kuai Liang learned you were alone once more. Kuai Liang, who only heard this through word of mouth from his brothers. Who realized that the prayers he'd been giving to the elder gods actually worked.

But it's this same Kuai Liang that didn't dare make a move- not yet. Who saw how dejected you were every time you came over for meetings with him and his brothers. Who caught the faintest glimpse of a tear lining your eye.

You, though newly single, felt uneasy around Kuai Liang. Who felt ashamed that while you were with one man, you dreamt of another. Who feared his judgement, who was scared he'd look at you differently.

Still, you wanted him near, so you took the smallest of steps to regain the bond you once had with him. You, who fully greeting him instead of mumbling "hello". Who smiled at him, even if it was fake.

You, who began to rebuild the bridge you burned down.

Oh, Kuai Liang. He, who didn't rush you or your words. Who answered your rhetorical conversation starters whole-heartedly. Who smiled at you as well, making sure that it met his eyes so you'd feel at ease with him again.

It's also this Kuai Liang who receives teasing from his brothers. Tomas, who recalled his childhood when he first saw him get together with you. Bi Han, who kept a distance between this, but watched between both of you intently, with hope that things go right this time.

After some time, you begin conversing with him more thoroughly. You, who talk beyond the weather and training, beyond missions and paperwork.

You, who talks to him about the most horrid suitor proposal ever. Who talks to him about the funniest thing you had heard from the servants regarding your hunt for suitors, and agenda pushed by your clan elders.

And it's Kuai Liang who laughs along your anecdotes. Who tells you about the craziest missions he's been on, the places he's seen. He, who talks to you about a Hollywood actor that Bi Han punched into a sculpture. Or the young farmer that he grappled with his kunai.

And overtime, it's you who goes to him when you want a break from leading. You, who knocked on the Lin Kuei palace doors in the middle of a blizzard because the elders were pressing you to take on even more tasks. You, who cried into Kuai Liang's shoulder about giving up and quitting your people.

And it is this beloved Kuai Liang who helps you always. Who reassures you that you are doing well and leading perfectly, and that sometimes you need a break. While, yes, the clan is important, so are you- and you need a break.

And months later, it's you who confesses to Kuai Liang. You, who led him to the weeping willow tree in your family's garden, who gifted him an assortment of flowers like he once did.

It's you two, although nearing your thirties, you two feel like you're twenty again.

It's you who tells Kuai Liang what he makes you feel every time he's around you. It's you who tells him how you fall for him again.

It's you who tells him what you were actually thinking when with that former lover.

It's Kuai Liang who asks you, "What if we mess up again?" as he approaches you. You laugh and caress his cheek with your thumb.

"We'll figure it out," you told him. "If we had it before, who's to say we can't again?"

And it's Kuai Liang who lifted you from the ground and spun you around under the dancing leaves of the willow tree. Who thanked the elder gods above that you were finally his again.

So, Kuai Liang set you down and gave you the deepest kiss under that weeping willow tree. The same guy who digged deeper with his tongue, his hands around your waist and against the small of your back.

And you, who moaned in response as your tongues collide and crash into one another. You, whose hands fling around his neck as you pull him in for more, more, more.

It's the both of you, letting go after neither of you wanted to leave the warmth of one another. You two, who looked into each other's eyes with exasperation and bated breath before you both smiled.

Finally, it's the both of you resting your foreheads together after realizing that you were always where you were meant to be.

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"You owe fifty yuan," Tomas whispers excitedly to his grumbling brother.

Bi Han groans as he pulls out the note, handing it to him.

"I can't believe you were right," Bi Han grumbles, and Tomas just chuckles and nudges his shoulder playfully.

"Patience is a virtue, brother," Tomas teases, walking away with a content face.

Bi Han quirks a brow and smirks.

"Meet me in a spar, and I'll show you virtue."

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i hope you guys enjoyed this fic and new format i tried.

slow burns are the worst for me to right because i rather have two characters kiss already LOL. but i still tried, anon i hope you enjoyed!

imma see yall in the next fic

[tornrose24]

Additional notes for the Disney RE 8/Village au (super long list, FYI)

Regarding the village itself-

-The village is hidden somewhere in New England in a mountain/wooded region. Think of it as the East Coast version of Gravity Falls and you are on the right track.

-The village is slightly more modernized than the main source material, but it’s extremely difficult to move into the village. If you are part of the four houses, then you can’t leave.

-The village was once a safe haven for creatures and abnormalities (much like Gravity Falls) when the colonies started to form. This knowledge has now been regarded as pure myth as they have gone missing.

-The village is divided into domains/areas. The central area is where Belos’ church is located (though he has his own hideout somewhere hidden in the area. Most of the wealthier residents choose to live near Eclipsa’s castle, and it’s the nicer area of the village. The middle and lower classes are intermixed in the areas near the lake and the cemetery (though the bookshop can be found near the cemetery). Most farmers live and do their work in the fields near the factory.

-Speaking of which, a significant portion of the town’s income is through agriculture.

-A significant portion of the villagers believe Belos’ teachings. Another portion doesn’t, and this includes those who were not originally from the village.

-Living in the village isn’t too costly for the middle and lower class, but you are expected to stay for at least a year, and you cannot take pictures or videos and send them to the outside world. (Yeah, no social media allowed here.)

-There’s a specific system regarding punishments in the village where if you commit a crime on the property of a certain lord, they will subject you to a punishment of their choosing. At best they can be utterly humiliating, but if you commit an unspeakable crime? Yeah, you don’t want to know what happens but they can range from experimentation, mental scaring and trauma, to… well… some don’t survive the night.

-Also, if any harm comes to a family member of one of the lords–regardless of where it took place–the person who caused/tried to cause it will be horribly screwed.

Regarding Father Belos/Philip Wittebane

–Wasn’t around during the 1600’s this time, but his views are still VERY outdated in the modern times. It’s safe to say that he is over 100 years old or more.

-His brother died under tragic circumstances.

–Found the megamycete by sheer luck and thanks to some research.

-Has the most personal grudge toward the house of Clawthorne because Caleb married into a family of people who were not strictly religious and because he married a girl who might as well have been a witch with her free-thinking, knowledge, and belief in the supernatural. Belos refuses to acknowledge his familial ties to the Clawthorne family.

-Secretly tried to keep the Butterfly family in check because they are regarded as the true protectors of the land that the village resides on. He had been orchestrating who was married into the family for years, but his final attempt failed when Eclipsa’s ‘intended’ was killed and she stuck with the one she truly loved.

-Secretly regards all the lords and their daughters as abominations that shouldn’t exist, despite that he caused most of them to have their powers and mutations in the first place. It plays into why he’s willing to get rid of them when he has the chance.

-Is against LGBTQ couples unless they actually produce children/potential future experiments.

-Actually does keep track of who gets the cadou and survives, but he keeps that number limited on purpose, depending on how useful the person can be to him. Those who show no powers often get kicked out. Those who lose their sanity or become mindless beasts are killed. This happens too often, unfortunately. Only someone very skilled can prevent this from happening to a patient.

Regarding the Clawthorne family

-Lilith was initially primed to be the inheritor of the cadou and title of lord, but Belos chose Eda instead because she reminded him too much of the woman who stole his brother from him.

-This backfired as Eda survived the experiment and kept her sanity at the cost of being subjected to involuntary transformations. She keeps herself isolated on a house on an isle in the middle of the lake because of this.

-To add insult to injury, Eda has more success of ensuring the cadou patients survive and keep their human form when her services is called upon.

-Lilith worked directly for Belos for a time. Her whereabouts during the main events are unknown. Eda rarely talks about her biological family with anyone and is fully aware that Lilith was the favored sister to a lot of folks.

-Luz and her mother came to the village in hopes of curing her father, but he passed away before he could be given a cadou. As it turns out, that was probably for the best, and Luz was horrified to learn what could of happened if he got one.

–Before being accepted as Eda’s heir, Luz used to live in the domain near the lake with Camila.

-Camila works as a veterinarian in the village. As one of the few in the village, she makes decent money.

-Luz had seen Eda a few times, but one day she came upon a huge secret by complete accident–Eda had secretly found a child of one of the creatures that once roamed the land. A certain little creature with a skull for a head. A rocky friendship was formed after that.

-Eda initially tolerated Luz because she got along with King and could keep him a secret, but gradually they got to be friends for real.

-Luz enjoyed hanging out with Eda, but Eda was fully aware that Belos was getting suspicious of the two hanging out. She told Luz the truth regarding Belos, as well as his plans and his beef with her family, but she also knew that he would do something horrible to the entire village if he ever accomplished his goal. 

So Eda revealed her trump card–she had access to Titan DNA, and whoever took it with a cadou would likely have a chance to turn the tables on Belos one day. Luz willingly agreed, even with the knowledge that there were risks.

-No one expected a lord to adopt a child, so Luz’s adoption and being accepted as Eda’s sole heir was a HUGE shock for a lot of people.

-However there was a painful catch, since Belos wanted to keep the families under his control–Luz could no longer live with her mother, if she indeed was to be Eda’s heir. Furthermore Luz was forbidden to reveal any secrets regarding the lords and Belos to anyone. This puts a strain upon the relationship between Camilla, Luz, and Eda.

-Belos was secretly pissed about Eda adopting, because he was secretly hoping the Clawthorne bloodline would die off. Luz unknowingly screwed that up.

-Luz was 11 when she was accepted as Eda’s heir.

-Luz’s friends are part of the village. She is secretly dating Amity, which few people know of, including Amity’s mother (who is pissed that a mere commoner was accepted as Eda’s heir).

–Amity lives in the domain near the castle. The rest of Luz’s friends live in the domain near the lake.

-Eda’s home is basically similar to her own home in her canon series. However, there is a secret labyrinth where she goes when her mutation gets out of control… or some unfortunate criminal meets a horrible end.

Regarding the Mortenson family

-The cemetery is one of the oldest areas in the village and is under the ownership of Scratch. If you want to bury someone there, you have to pay him for it. The price ranges depending on the location, but only the most wealthy can afford the most scenic spots, build fantastic headstones, or build mausoleums. (And Scratch has no problem overcharging the rich for all three.)

-Scratch was originally a commoner, and was granted his title and land because of how useful his powers were to Belos. Even before then, he had anxiety over leaving the village and going out into the unknown.

-Scratch used to be childhood friends with Adia before she left the village, however he completely lost contact with her.

-He has abused his powers for selfish reasons a few times and even left his body behind at a meeting once. The only person he is able to constantly fool with that trick is his ‘brother.’

-Those same powers also made the rest of the lords a bit uneasy around him because they are aware that he could be A LOT more dangerous if he put his mind to it. He’s just too lazy and unmotivated to put it to better use. This ultimately changes once Molly is under his guardianship.

-The house is basically the McGee house from canon. However, there is a few levels of basement area included–this is where Scratch is free to traumatize and punish criminals however he wants (and this is where he mainly chases Star around later).

-Molly lived with her family close to the cemetery because it was the only place in the village they could afford at the time that could house them all.

-Sharon does odd-jobs in the village while Pete has a job that’s slightly different than what he has in canon. Darryl still gets into a lot of trouble (and managed to get some contraband a few times).

-Molly moved to the village at age 10. Her parents saw it as the best way to try to accumulate some money over time until they could afford a better place outside the village.

-Molly befriended Libby, who was the one who told her about the rumor that the cemetery was haunted, as well as tell her about the lord who lived beyond it.

-Molly is acquainted with Andrea, who lives in the domain near the castle. Andrea’s dad is one of the town merchants/businessmen. The two couldn’t stay friends for long because Andrea’s father saw Molly as a way to win favor with one of the lords once she became adopted.

-Molly first met Scratch in his ghost form, and between then and when he was forced to reveal his true identity, he had been trying to keep his human face hidden from her.

-Molly had just turned 12 when she had her cadou and was adopted.

-The rest of the lords were horrified by the circumstances behind the adoption, but they couldn’t interfere unless it put them at risk.

-Eda was the one who made sure Molly’s cadou treatment would be a success because she was aware of what her ‘brother’ was going through and wanted him to finally have real happiness in his life.

–despite Molly’s attempts to ease things between them, the relationship between her parents and Scratch is strained since he can’t reveal why he adopted her. However, he gets along just fine with Darryl (who thinks Molly scored a cool position.)

–Sometimes Scratch can get a bit overprotective of Molly around the lords and especially Belos, considering what happened the first time she met him.

Regarding the Butterfly family

-The Butterfly family is the oldest family in the village. It is said that they might not have even been fully human at first.

-The Butterfly family used to be close to Belos–Eclipsa’s mother was practically his best ally until she passed away.

-Since she used to hang with Eda in her childhood, and was exposed to a lot about the true origins of the village, Eclipsa did not develop the same mindset as her mother.

-Eclipsa is not fond of the upperclass or how many people try to win favor with her, but she masks this carefully, knowing she could use her position to her advantage someday.

-Eclipsa used to be friends with Star’s mother Moon, when she used to live in the village. Moon was the older of the two girls.

-Eclipsa was aware that Moon had also been given a cadou, but she assumed Moon died because of it. The moment she was made aware of Star’s existence, she realized that Moon survived and might have passed something down to Star as a result.

-Globgor was originally human with Mexican ethnicity (and once had a different name). He speaks Spanish.

-ALL the ‘daughters’ see Globgor as their favorite ‘uncle,’ though Luz is his secret favorite. They help each other keep their Spanish from getting too rusty and will converse in it for long periods.

-Heck, even the other lords find little to dislike when it comes to Globgor–he really is that nice.

-A lot of the more formal occasions are thrown at the castle, and the upper class try to get themselves in. It is also where all four families are expected to show up with the daughters, whether they want to or not. Globgor isn’t allowed to show himself at these events thanks to Belos, but once in awhile, Eclipsa, or one of the lords and the ‘daughters’ will ditch the events and hang with him instead.

-When Bill had his rebellion, and the lords were forced to aid Belos to stop him, Bill gave Eclipsa a nightmare vision of what would happen to her daughter if she and her husband were taken away from her–she would become a horrible monster under Belos (who would emotionally abuse her). It horribly traumatized Eclipsa and it played into why she begged Star to take her daughter to Papa Titan when she assumed her daughter would be orphaned.

-Meteora’s room is connected to her parents and is tightly protected.

-Of the ‘daughters,’ Meteora is the most protected due to looking the least human of the girls. Only ‘family’ members are allowed to get close to her.

-Luz is Meteora’s favorite ‘cousin.’ When Luz escaped to Papa Titan’s caravan, there was a tearful reunion (mainly on Luz’s side, when she realized she would still have one ‘family’ member left in the worst-case scenario.)

Regarding the Doofenshmirtz family

-“So after putting up with the misery subjected by my parents–who loved Roger more than me–I decided to seek my fortune elsewhere and moved to America. I searched for a place where I could invent and conduct my experimentation in peace, which is how I came upon the village. The oddly named Father Belos allowed it after a series of difficult paperwork. However, in an accident that I dare not mention, I was subjected to his own experiments and made lord of my own domain. Though to be honest I think he only keeps me around because I am the only one with actual scientific knowledge and technical know-how.”

-“In case you are wondering, like many my favorite ‘sister’ is Eclipsa. She has weird taste in men, but I’m not judging her. My other ‘sister’ keeps to herself and I respect that. My ‘brother’ though… I hate that guy. He’s mocked me directly in my face and I’d do something about it if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s hard to kill. Oh, right you must be thinking ‘well what about your OTHER ‘brother,’ the triangle guy? I can’t stand him. Also he terrifies me.”

-Doof–despite his scientific abilities–is the LEAST respected of the lords, because… well… he’s Doof.

-However, he’s also the only one of the lords who shows some semblance of loyalty to Belos, even if he doesn’t agree with him… that is, until he figures out how Belos is going to screw him and his family over once he accomplishes his goal.

-Ironically, Doof WAS Belos best chance at having a vessel for Caleb. He didn’t go with Doof because Doof was too idiotic for such a thing.

-For a long time, he was the only lord who had an heir, and his daughter is a huge source of pride and joy for him. He also spoiled her a lot. Unlike her father, Vanessa gained a lot of respect and admiration from many–including the children of the village because of how ‘cool’ she is.

-However, he wouldn’t shut up about her a few times, which annoyed the other lords until they got their own ‘daughters.’

-Since he speaks Spanish, one of his favorite family bonding moments is hanging with the other Spanish speaking members and watch telenovelas. However these viewings get REALLY intense and at least three televisions were destroyed in a fit of passionate rage.

-He refuses to talk about why he and his wife divorced, but it wasn’t a huge shock to anyone that it happened.

-Vanessa hates the upper class because they are so annoying, they tried for years to suck up to her, and she’s aware that they disrespect her dad.

-Vanessa is the hardest ‘daughter’ to win a favor from because of her nature.

-Even if she doesn’t approve of all her dad’s creations, Vanessa does know how to use them, and that–combined with her enhanced durability and stamina–makes her dangerous if provoked.

-While Vanessa prefers hanging out with her friends from the village, she does love her father and her ‘family.’ She was pissed when she thought Star killed them all off. Especially her ‘cousins’ and her ‘Aunt’ Eclipsa.

-“By the way, if anyone over 18 tries to make a pass at my daughter, they will be killed.”