#shes also very very agile and dances the ENTIRE TIME you fight her

[rattinahatt]

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

[quirkwizard]

I saw the post about what would happen if Izuku and Miles Morales met each other, and I like the idea of talking about multiverse interactions, so here's one; How do you think a fight between Mashirao Ojiro and Ty Lee would go down?

I can't recall the last time I've ever done a fight between two characters, let alone from one series from another, so this should be fun. Admittedly, this is a very odd matchup, but I can still try to talk about it. And for the sake of this, I will say that this takes place in the Joint Training Arena and that Ty Lee's chi blocking can apply to Ojiro. At least, to a degree, but I'll get to that.

If we're going by stats, this is difficult to account for because Ojiro doesn't have as many notable feats. The most we can really give him is his fighting with Kirishima during the Joint Training Arc, where they seemed on equal footing, and his fight with Kaibara. I am confident in saying that Ojiro is stronger and tougher than Ty Lee by virtue of having any feats for it. However, that doesn't really matter since Ty Lee can just straight up ignore those factors by simply applying her chi blocking to him. He could try to dodge her with dexterity, but Ty Lee is quite fast and agile as well. In fact, I would put them on similar levels in that regard, given some of the crazy jumps we've seen Ty Lee pull off. This would also help mitigate Ojiro's greater strength since Ty Lee could just jump up and around him as much as she wanted. So this entire fight is a giant game of cat and mouse, with each attack being danced around by either opponent and neither of them making a lot of headway.

However, this is where both of them as fighters come in. Namely, Ty Lee's weaknesses. Ty Lee works best as a rush-down fighter, relying on her speed, element of surprise, and especially her chi blocking to catch people off guard. She doesn't do as well against experienced fighters, such as during her fight with Suki at the Boiling Rock. And Ojiro is an experienced fighter. He's easily the most technically skilled martial artist in the class. Even if Ty Lee could pull off some chi blocking, I don't think she'd be able to get enough of it off for it to slow him down. And while he's not the most tactically gifted, he's at least a lot more prone to planning than someone like Ty Lee. He could easily pull off some off-the-wall tactics to surprise her. This is where Ojiro's ace in the hole comes in: the tail. Besides the fact that it isn't anything close to what Ty Lee has ever faced before, I do not think that Ty Lee could stun the tail. Simply by virtue of the fact that it's a totally foreign entity to her. She could try failing at it, but that wouldn't be that helpful. So to me, I think it's more likely that Ojiro would be able to capture or beat Ty Lee in this fight.

[mo0nflower26]

Ight, as requested, here's the anticipated Mhin dream. Enjoy guys! :3

(From my dream journal)

I was living a peaceful life. The weather is just right and cloudy but not enough to rain and the sun can still pass through it. I fed a goat and 2 plastic eating worms that I forgot the names of. After that, I spent a few hours getting some  fresh air and for some reason, accidentally grabbing the goat's kid which led to me being chased and coming home late around 10:57pm.

Then I remember I had more chores to do such as doing the dishes outside so that I did. I saw my choir friends just outside our house and told me they're just gonna be chilling there for a while. While I was chatting with my friends, my admirer’s wingman did a lil pick up line about me and his homie being good for each other but little did they know I already have feelings for Mhin.

I then hung out with my main bestie until some random lady announced that we're on a mission to stop some corrupted nobles. Then an even fancier lady came in (she's a noble's wife) saying we have choral practice at their residency (which btw, was known for their maze rooms) and that we have no choice but to go.

She is rather stout and her hair is short and blonde, she wears a royal purple dress as if she's a ruler and we're her peasants. She also speaks in a very pompous manner. If you have seen Victor's mom from Corpse Bride, she has a resemblance to her.

Everybody then got in the tricycles (those Philippine tricycles to be specific). I was then ushered by the crowd to a tricycle but then I suddenly remembered I have to tell my mom where I was going and what's going on or otherwise she'd get worried so I went back to the house to inform her. Surprisingly, she let me go and I ran all the way back to the tricycle my bestie was in before it finally leaves.

Once we got to our destination, we boarded off and to my surprise, Mhin was there too. It was pretty windy and the wind gently blowing their hair frames their face perfectly. Their cape dancing along with the wind made them seem majestic. And the moonlight shining on their pale skin, reflecting their grey-reddish eyes made them look even more ethereal. I was entirely convinced that they're a moonkissed angel right then and there.

We then started walking towards the building as the tricycle was parked a few meters away from the actual building as “peasant vehicles” aren't allowed there I presume. Well, other than the fact the driver was going to take a lunch break and that we parked right next to a Karinderya. While we were walking, some guys were catcalling me and while I wanted to fight back, I didn't wanna cause a ruckus and have us late.

Mhin meanwhile, got irritated by it and glared at them so hard they didn't even want to move a single muscle after that. Because of it, I stuck by Mhin for the rest of the walk. After we finally got to the entrance room or some sort of the building, the whole group agreed that it would be best if we split in pairs and obviously, Me and Mhin are paired up since I already stuck onto each other like glue.

While we were discussing plans of which way to go, Mhin suddenly grabbed my hand and started running 3 times through the same room and I thought we got stuck in a loop until they turned left and got into a completely different room. I was momentarily shocked and confused before concluding that this is what they probably meant when they say the building is known for its maze rooms.

I still wondered about how the rooms magically loop just like earlier but that thought was then brushed off as we continued running. They were quick and agile, they moved and swerved through the rooms as if it was a built-in instinct for them to know which rooms lead to which. Despite my heart beating fast, I barely feel any sort of fatigue.

I couldn't even tell whether my heart is beating fast from the adrenaline, from running, or because of how pretty Mhin looks especially when they're so focused and serious like that (I was hopelessly in love with them especially in the dream okay? LMAO).

Either way, it almost feels like I'm floating like a balloon and Mhin is just running and dragging me around like a kid on sugar rush at their friend's birthday party.

We then soon finally stopped after going up a spiral staircase. Before we can even try to explore the place further, we heard somebody come in from a different set of stairs which is thankfully, not spiralled in case we ever got through there.

We eavesdropped a bit and found out that it's a noble and his wife's anniversary today. From what I remember in the dream, he is known as Sir Donovan. An intimidating man that looks like he could kill you with just a glance.

And his meek and docile wife, her name was never mentioned in the dream but I'll just refer to her as Mrs. Donovan. We saw them  approaching our way. His wife, may or may have not seen at least a glance of the top of our heads.

It was then my turn to grab Mhin’s hand and run. We ran to a random room and there was a storage room. The door is slightly ajar and rather small but big enough to crawl inside. We got in there as I managed to lock the door and take out the key on time before Sir Donovan was able to catch us.

It was conveniently larger inside so that there's at least a good amount of space for me and Mhin. There was also a conveniently placed foam mattress that's large enough for us to share. With that, we decided to stay there for the night. Now this is where things get rather blurry, but I remember me and Mhin fought over something which most likely has to do with our mission and how either reckless (Mhin) or careless (Me) the other is.

And since the storage room is still relatively small, we got a bit physical with the fight. No punching or anything like that… Just pushing, shoving, and a bit of collar grabbing. And as I got fed up and successfully pinned them on the mattress while still bickering with them, they suddenly blurted out their feelings for me.

And I, obviously, was left stunned. Mhin took that as an opportunity to kiss me which ended up in a make out session… Probably something more if you want to interpret it as that… After that whole ordeal, we set off to find evidence that can be used against those corrupted nobles.

One small issue: Sir Donovan's bratty daughter is a huge obstacle that will ask us to play with her and that if we say no, she'll throw a huge fit. But if we said yes, she won't let us go until her parents eventually catch us. Another problem is that we rushed in her room without knowing it was hers with how much I was panicking. (Mhin let me lead the way and only got slightly disappointed when I lead ourselves to the wrong room :})

But now we're struggling to escape from there because Sir Donovan was just outside her room roaming the hallways while her daughter is walking around in her room playing with different variety of dolls. Eventually, Mrs. Donovan caught us but didn't do anything.

She even picked up her child and is putting her to sleep while looking at us with eyes that screams despair and hopelessness. Apparently, the dream made it canon that Sir Donovan is a yandere and that their marriage was against her will. She then averted her gaze at us. Almost as if telling us that we must go now that he's no longer roaming the hallways.

Seeing this made me feel really bad for her. Even Mhin who is usually tense and cynical towards others, softened a bit seeing her in such miserable state. Mhin nodded in acknowledgement and this time, instead of dragging each other around like before that little accidental confession from Mhin, we were getting out of there hand in hand to meet up with everyone else.

As we were still running, they stopped mid-way then muttered, “I'm gonna kill Sir Donovan…” I instinctively grabbed their wrist to stop them from running. I tried convincing them that they shouldn't go and that we don't know what Sir Donovan is capable of. They then clasped my hands together, telling me to keep running and don't stop until I'm back to where we first split up before finally letting go of me and running off.

I desperately shouted their name and chased after them with me already tearing up but they were too fast for me and I immediately lost sight of them. Cliche, I know but either way, I felt vulnerable without Mhin.

Unlike them, I don't have a built-in instinct to navigate my way to find them or to find the way back. I ended up somewhere in a different noble's house. For some reason, dream me decided I ain't getting paid enough for this and proceeded to commit robbery while gathering evidence lmao.

I managed to grab some evidence, lots of money, and escape from there but I was still a bit lost and badly missed Mhin. I eventually found a different group that is also one of our homies. I even saw Leander was there. They noticed how gloomy I look and that Mhin isn't with me.

They decided to give me some space because of it. Vere appeared in the scene and commented on how I basically like a sopping wet cat and he wasn't wrong with that LOL. Until after a week and a half in the dream, I still desperately looked for Mhin hoping that they would come back as everyone that watched me felt pitiful. It eventually got too hot irl and I can't stand the probability that something bad happened to Mhin so I woke up lol.

[fieldofdaisiies]

gwyn x balthazar | 3,2k words | warnings: violence | masterlist

The atmosphere in the whole war camp is electric, charged with anticipation and fear that crackles through the air. The fate of the war camp will be decided here today, and whatever the outcome is, both High Lord of the Night Court and the general of the Illyrian armies won't be too pleased to learn about the happenings of that day.

They should have been informed, of course, but there is no time to think about this now. Balthazar shakes his head, his sole focus going to the battle about to commence. 

The young Illyrian waits — like a predator for his prey — for Zave to make the first move. He won't be the first one moving, he allows Zave to do the honour of opening the battle. He knows it is the only way to win it, and his wits have never failed him.  

Each heartbeat echoes like a war drum in the young Illyrian's chest, blood rushing in his ears. Never ever has he wanted to use violence to gain what he wants, but sometimes there is no other choice. Right now, in this very moment, there isn't.

Zave and Balthazar circle each other for a while, their movements precise and cautious, both observing the other with an eagle's gaze.

"We don't have to do this, Zave," Balthazar says again, opening his fists, flexing his fingers. "Be smarter than this."

"I don't need your fucking smartass mouth to tell me what I should do! Shut up!" Zave growls with frustration and lunges at Balthazar, done with the taunting and waiting. He is determined to strike Balthazar's face with his first blow. Zave's movement is quick, but Balthazar, as graceful and swift as ever, elegantly sidesteps Zave with a fluid motion, like a leaf dancing on the wind. He kicks out his leg, and lands a jab to Zave's midsection, sending the Illyrian a step back. 

Gasps and astonished huffs ripple through the crowed and Balthazar is sure he can make out Gwyn's delighted "Yes!" amidst the noises of the crowd.

Zave's anger flares, eyes flashing vividly, and he charges at Balthazar, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. 

The first blow hits him right in the face, and makes Balthazar feel dizzy for a second, a metallic taste filling his mouth. He spits out the blood, and ducks away, avoiding the second strike and each that follow with incredible agility. He takes a step back, eyes never leaving his Zave's, and offers an arrogant smile. "That's all you got, Zav? And you want to become the next camp lord?" He breathes a bemused and arrogant lough. 

Yes, he can be a cocky bastard at times, Balthazar thinks, confidence filling his entire being. He wants Zave to know that he is not scared, not intimidated, and won't be provoked by silence. 

Gwyn watches in both awe and fear how easily Balthazar takes the fight. She has always known that he is skilled, talented and strong, but…this is impressive and a tiny kernel of glee blooms in her chest, seeing how Balthazar's confident side seems to frustrate his opponent. Obviously it frustrates him, and that is amazing. Exactly what he deserves. 

The battle rages on, punches and kicks are exchanged and now also Balthazar earns himself a few blows, his chest muddy and bloody, his lip split but he looks nothing as bad as Zave does. 

The Illyrian brute becomes increasingly desperate, his frustration mounting whenever Balthazar ducks a punch, and lands a blow. He throws a powerful kick that Balthazar narrowly avoids, and then, with a sweep of his leg, Balthazar sends Zave flying to the ground. The crowd erupts in cheers, Corrian and Thena most definitely being the loudest voices.

However, Balthazar refuses to gloat. He merely brings his hand up, clearing his face of both sweat and blood and then he offers a hand to his Zave, sitting in a sprawl, chest heaving with ragged breaths, mouth open, his right eye surrounded by dark blue skin. 

"Let's end it here, Zave." His voice is steadfast, strong, dominant. 

So dominant it makes Zave's rage boil over, and he knocks Balthazar's hand away, leaping to his feet with a snarl. 

He lunges forward once more, slamming into Balthazar with more force than expected. He shoves the young Illyrian backwards, trying to hit and kick him. His attacks grow more frenzied and brutal, he is driven by anger and bloodlust. It's clear that he will stop at nothing to win — he wants the camp lord position more than anything else. 

Balthazar remains steadfast, he continues to evade Zave's strikes with grace and, only resorting to aggression when really needed — a punch here, a kick there, but nothing as brutal as he has to take from Zave.

The fight continues, all of the Illyrian warriors around the pitch cheering for both of them — it becomes a blur and no one is really sure anymore who they are for. 

Balthazar's sister and mother watch nervously, just like Gwyn and Corrian, feeling both hopeful and worried as they see how things go. A shiver cascades down Gwyn's spine and she leans further into Thena, hoping her closeness can bring her comfort. She can't lose Balthazar. Not after everything. Losing him would truly break her forever. 

"Otto's suddenly for Balthazar?" Thena asks with the raise of her brow, first looking at Gwyn then at Corrian and back to the young Illyrian now cheering loudly for Balthazar.

"He is a pathetic piece of shit," Corrian huffs. "I think he senses Zave's losing and wants to be on Baz's good side when he becomes camp lord."

Thena shakes her head and breathes a cold laugh. "I'll make his life a living hell." She smirks and turns to Gwyn." For scaring you. Baz told me how they encircled you and Lady Morrigan. He will pay for it — I'll make it slow and painful."

For a moment Gwyn averts her focus from Balthazar and looks at his sister. "You don't have to—"

"I do. You are family now, Gwyn. The sister I never had."

Tears glisten in the Valkyrie's eyes at the mention of sister. Catrin will never come back, she has lost her sister forever, but maybe in Thena she can find something like a sister again. Someone who is her family and who loves her just like a sister does. 

"You are my brother's mate. I will protect you with my whole life - call it Illyrian bullshit or not, but you are mine to protect as well, Gwyneth."

Gwyn's surprised look must have given her away and Thena merely tabs her nose. "You can scent certain things," she says with a chuckle and a wicked glint in her eyes. "Like mating bonds. Or…other things."

Gwyn realises in this moment what else fae can scent, but a wail from the pitch stops her from pondering about how strong Balthazar's scent must cling to her. 

Zave is unrelenting, unleashing a rapid fire of punches that Balthazar tries block with his forearms, but one or the other strikes him sight in his rib cage and makes him cry out.

"You are going to die today, you wimp. You pathetic little asshole!" Zave growls. "You should have never made it out of the Blood Rite!"

Balthazar is done with not giving in to violence. He has to do what is needed in this moment. The hit he lands against Zave's jaw is loud and it sounds like bones are braking, and the crowd roars in approval and Balthazar allows himself a moment of confusion about suddenly having so many of them on his side. What violence and a good battle can do to people—can do to Illyrian brutes. 

Blood trickles from the corner of Zave's mouth as he wipes it away with the back of his hand, but he doesn't stop. He returns with a row of kicks and punches, some only landing in the air, some striking Balthazar where it hurts a lot. They weave in and out of each other's attacks, each receiving and delivering blows and kicks.

A quite powerful jab from Balthazar makes Zave stagger, but fuelled by fury the Illyrian counters with a brutal knee strike to Balthazar's gut, causing the younger Illyrian man to double over in pain. He cries out, and Zave sees his chance there. He throws a series of hooks. Balthazar's vision blurs as he fights to regain control and when he lifts his gaze, looking through the crowd he sees her. Not only her. Gwyn is wearing her Invoking Stone. She must have brought it along and put it on. 

She is wearing it. He is mate is wearing the stone she has never felt worthy of. 

Pride and bliss, despite the pain all over his body, fill him and make him regain energy and control in an instant. He flings around, movement swift and agile and lands a blow right to Zave's abdomen. 

Blood and sweat coat the ground beneath their feet as the battle rages on. Every movement and strike, is executed with precision and power. Zave's right eye is swollen shut, and Balthazar's nose most definitely broken. They circle each other, their chests heaving, and their bodies aching, but neither is willing to yield. They know that one mistake could be their downfall and now there is no way either of them would give in. 

Zave, his face a mask of lethal brutality, unleashes a flurry of punches, targeting Balthazar's already wounded ribcage. Balthazar cries out in pain, momentarily stumbling a little. 

Gwyn holds her breath, heart hammering against her ribcage and a silent, "No," slips through her lips.

Balthazar grimaces in pain but manages to counter every new strike and finally lands a kick to Zave's thigh, causing him to wince and momentarily lose his balance. But, he is not ready to give up. Zave lunges forward, his fist connecting with Balthazar's face. Balthazar brings up his knee, hitting home. Zave stumbles backward, dazed and bloodied and Balthazar seizes the moment and lunges at him. With a powerful shove, the younger Illyrian sends Zave crashing to the ground, his body wounded and his vision blurred.

Gasping for breath and spitting out blood, Zave wreathes on the ground. Balthazar follows after him, wipes his bloody hand down his face and glowers down at the Illyrian on the ground, then lifts his foot. 

With his foot pressed firmly against the base of Zave's throat, he holds the power to end it all. The crowd falls into an eerie silence, the tension so thick one could cut it with a knife. Everyone — including Gwyn holds their breath. 

"Don't kill him," Gwny whispers and Thena grabs her hand. As much as she would love for Balthazar to end the Illyrian's life there, as it would be what he deserves, she doesn't want Balthazar to carry the burden of having taken a life. This is not like Balthazar and he would never get over it, she knows this. 

The crowd is silent as Zave struggles to rise, but he is not able to. His body gives in and he slumps back to the ground, head hitting the hard soil with a loud thud. 

Balthazar, adrenaline blazing through his veins, his chest rising and falling with deep inhales, is poised to deliver the final blow, but something in him hesitates. He can't do it. He won't do it.

He sees the pain in Zave's eyes, the shame etched upon his features. "I should kill you," Balthazar growls. He spits right next to Zave's head, the liquid a deep red. "But I am better than this. I am better than you. And that is why I am the new camp lord of Windhaven."

Balthazar lifts his foot, allowing Zave to breathe. Their eyes lock once more, and they share a silent understanding. 

The fight is over, and the new leader of Windhaven has truly been found. He was found a long time ago, but now there is no denying anymore. Balthazar is camp lord of Windhaven, with or without inauguration. Everyone will bow to him up here, he holds the reigns, he holds the power. He is the one in control and no one will ever deny him this position ever again. 

Balthazar stands in the middle of the pitch, bloody and bruised, wounded from head to toe, but nevertheless triumphant and confident. His shoulders are squared, his chest swells with pride as he raises his voice high, declaring, "I, Balthazar Attas, am the new camp lord of Windhaven!" 

The words reverberate through the camp, echoing off all the huts and tens and reaching nook and corner.

"It might not have been clear to everyone before this battle, but I am the rightful camp lord of Windhaven war camp and nothing is going to change anything about that anytime soon. If anyone has a problem, you come to me and we talk about it, no more of this violent, brutish bullshit."

His proclamation, still to his surprise, is met with cheers from all around him. The voices of the Illyrians rise in unison, calling him the new camp lord and wishing him luck. They holler in unison, howling, growling, clapping their hands and stomping their feet onto the ground. What impact violence can have on people. On males…

"Things will change in this camp. We stand here as one," Balthazar continues, his voice loud and steadfast, "We are united in our purpose — females and males equally powerful and strong—, determined to make this camp the best there is in the Night Court. Our strength unwavering!" 

The crowd roars in agreement, either ignoring the statement about the females, or finally understanding the necessity of letting female's fight. 

"One for all, all for one — one for Windhaven, Windhaven for one!"

The Illyrian warriors repeat the stance and rush onto the training pitch, old and young ones, males and females, all congratulating the new camp lord, patting him on his shoulder. They must have had a change of mind, or simple see a new chance in the camp lord. Maybe it is also Balthazar's talent and skill in combat that convinced them that he will be a great camp lord. Whatever it is, Balthazar accepts it and even Otto and some of Zave's former companions join in. 

Balthazar elegantly and swiftly weaves his way through them, thanking some of them, but he only has one target on his mind. Only one person he needs to see. 

He can make her out in the distance, already awaiting his arrival. 

In this moment, he cares about nothing and no one, except for her, standing there with teary eyes and atop her head, she wears her Invoking Stone. His heart swells with pride and happiness, lips parting in silent admiration and astonishment.

Balthazar wraps Gwyn into his arms, lifts her up, and kisses her. "You are wearing it," he breathlessly expresses and kisses her again. "Your Invoking Stone." He chases her lips, deepening the kiss and when they part, he smiles at her. He gently places her down, every part of his body aching, but in this moment he couldn't care less about his pain. 

"Don't care about me!" Gwyn brushes her fingers down his bloody cheek. "You are the official camp lord, you did it. The inauguration will be held shortly."

"I always care about you, Gwyneth, and you wearing the stone," —he rests his forehead against hers, nearly touching the Invoking Stone— "was the necessary strength I needed to win. I am so proud to call you my mate. I love you, Gwyneth."

His family and Corrian join them, embracing the camp lord tightly, both cheering for him and sobbing.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Trying to keep the happenings of the previous hours a secret is not possible with a High Lord that can enter minds, and also not necessary. Balthazar wants to prove himself to be a loyal ally to Rhysand and Cassian, the whole Inner Circle of the Night Court and so he put the cards on the table the moment they arrived for the official inauguration. He had to tell them and so he did. 

None of them was really pleased about what had happened, but they didn't let it show. 

Everything was sealed, anyway, Balthazar emerging as the new camp lord. 

Gwyn helps him put on his siphons again, channeling his raw power, and also cleans up his wounds, then bandaging him. It doesn't take them too long, and when they finally return from Balthazar's home, having held each other for a moment, simply enjoying the embrace of their loved one, Rhysand and Cassian, but also Morrigan, Azriel, Nesta and the High Lady of the Nigh Court are already waiting for them. So are the other Illyrians, now everyone from the war camp having joined, also Zave, sitting on the ground, bloody and broken. 

Rhysand holds a sword in his hand — a large and powerful sword, one that will soon belong to Balthazar. 

The young Illyrian knows what he has to do. He draws in a deep inhale, meets the High Lord's gaze and then kneels down in front of him. "Do you, Balthazar Attas, accept this decision and the responsibility that comes with leading a war camp."

"I do," Balthazar speaks, voice steady, not a hint of nervousness in his body. He is sure now, confident and proud. 

The High Lord's speaks with nothing but power in his voice, reaching every single individual, when he says, "It is with great pride and honour that I, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, bestow upon you the title of 'Camp Lord of Windhaven'. You shall carry the power and responsibility over the camp and all its inhabitants and not one day take advantage of your position. May Windhaven thrive in new glory and strength."

A murmur of approval ripples through the crowd and Rhysand's words are met with applause. The High Lord grabs the sword in both his hands, its hilt adorned with precious teal gems and intricate engravings.

Approaching the young camp lord, the High Lord raises the sword and gently taps both of Balthazar's shoulders with the flat of the blade. "You may rise now, Balthazar Attas, and wear your title with honour."

His siphons start to glow when the young Illyrian rises, grinning from one ear to the other. He reaches out and pulls Gwyn to his side and kisses the top of her head. "Carynthian, Valkyrie and now Lady of Windhaven. Remind me again how I got so damn lucky." 

Then he turns his attention back to the cheering people surrounding him, nothing but pride in his sister's and mother's eyes, smiles that mirror Balthazar's on their faces. 

Things are going to change for the better, and that very soon, starting tomorrow. 

"I love you, my camp lord. More than anything in this world!" Gwyn rests her hand on his chest, and beams up at him and it is this smile that made him fall in love with her the first time he saw it. 

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(The Hashiras entered in the strange tent, the lights turned off... it was like the show was to start)

A strange voice: Ladies and gentlemen... boys and girls... from China and northern Japan, you are very welcome to the extravagant show of nomads, artists who live day to day, Carpe Diem as they say further out in the East… who live from the pleasures of life regardless of the prejudices of society… be all very welcome… to the Whole of Sinners

(Colored fire came out of some quite handmade tubes, apparently the spotlights also had something placed on top to match the effects. Then, a huge guy came out holding a flat surface with about 9 people on top, however, no faces could be seen, only shadows.)

(The people gasped as they were looking the big man)

Uzui: (his eyes widened) Wow, that guy is big like Gyomei... I think is the second time I see a man that big...

Rengoku: I'm really impressed if I'm honest

(Obanai and Shinazugawa were trying to looking bored, but Obanai was also impressed about how strong that guy could be... Shinazugawa wasn't give a shit in that moment. The people who were over the giant guy started to move at the rythm of music)

(The first show was this big guy presented like "the strongest men in Japan". Finally, his face was revealed. He had a sharp jaw, orange hair, almost red, and emerald green eyes, almost intimidating. He had a tattoo that apparently covered almost his entire torso, making him look quite tough. Two of the boys, both masked, who were on top of him began to throw heavy things at him and the giant was able to catch them without any problem, even doing some juggling. People were impressed, but even more so when two more boys threw a heavy log, which shattered in the blink of an eye.)

Rengoku: Thank goodness we paid the entrance fee, I wouldn't want to fight with someone like that

Obanai: I think we fight worse things... but, well, the difference is that he is an human

(The second show, two girls that seemed like twins, except for their hairs and their eyes, one with a green palette and another with a pink palette, took off their masks until the half of their faces and put them back, they put a chinese dragon costume over them and on some fairly thin bamboo branches they began to jump, demonstrating great skill and agility with their legs, as well as rhythm since they had to go to the rhythm of the music and coordinate with each other. Two more couples, this time dressed as lions, also joined them, but the stars of this show were the twins. What's more, one of the lions did stupid things on purpose to make the audience laugh.)

Uzui: Wow, they are so good

(Among them, a short, dark girl entered, masked, starting to play with fire juggles. Her eyes were like red and her hair black as soot. She did a kind of illusion where it seemed like she was taking on and putting on her fire woman mask… she could act as a sword swallower with fire and people were impressed since she didn't get burned or hurt herself… all this while the dragon and lions kept dancing behind)

(The Hashiras were impressed too of the short girl, who mixes her show with the dragons)

(Between this show, the "funny" lion disappeared, and the people mumbled... where it was the dumb lion? )

A female, deep voice: (at one end of the circus, a tall, big girl screamed) Hey, Ren, did you see a big lion?

A male, funny voice: (at the other edge of the circus, a short boy answered, making funny faces) Lion? Lion? Lion, lion, lion... the only cat we had is a snow leopard, did that information deserved to you, Tsubame?

Tsubame: (She made a face as if he didn't want anything to do with him) women in here... that's why you must to stay single

[I took my medicine so I'm very tired uwu... this was the first chapter, second part, of Demon Slayers: Beast Tamers]

[backjustforberena]

This is my view of things, and events, and some things do depend on variables such as how she ascends (i.e does her Dad simply not die when he does and he reigns and she takes over OR is she chosen at the Great Council over Viserys). I'll be taking most of this from the show and assuming that we're talking Great Council.

Firstly, in terms of story, she would absolutely still be married to Corlys. That happens before any succession crisis, it's a choice she makes and is a love match, not one done through any political motivation (as much as any of these things can be done without any political awareness, at least). We can assume that Laena and Laenor would still be around (they're both alive at the Great Council).

Daemon's reaction would depend more, I think, on Viserys than on Rhaenys. There's obviously a risk of war from him because he's a hothead, but Jaehaerys is still alive for a couple of years to make sure things calm down, plus Viserys would be, I think, cool with not being King. So he wouldn't want a war, which would have to be what Daemon would fight for, given Viserys's claim is stronger than his own. There's also the fact that Daemon would be severely outmatched in terms of resources, and even dragon vs dragon strength is Meleys vs Caraxes. Fairly equal, but Meleys has better agility and a more experienced rider. In summary: unless he's an idiot, Daemon will do nothing that can't be controlled.

How would Otto react? Entirely dependent on Rhaenys. Otto is Hand at the time of the Great Council and was Hand for Jaehaerys. There's no reason Rhaenys wouldn't keep him on but she's also under no obligation. In terms of putting his blood on the Throne, his options are limited but his overall fears about the realm being destabilised would also be cut down as a motivation, as he's not fearing either a woman on the Throne (because that's the reality) or Daemon on the Throne (he's wayyy down the line).

What would happen to Viserys, Rhaenyra, and Alicent? Again, this is all conjecture and depends how you look at it and what happens. Viserys is just another Targaryen Prince. Alicent mentions in Episode 09 that Viserys would have been content as a country lord and maybe that's exactly what happens. He could be at court but he also could be far away from it. Perhaps he lives on Dragonstone at the pleasure of Rhaenys, looking at histories. Or perhaps he's granted some land or estates in the Crownlands to hunt and feast. Or they could all live in King's Landing, with the children all growing up together.

Alicent's fate would be dependent on her father's. She could easily be in Rhaenyra's orbit, or perhaps not. Perhaps she becomes a friend and confidante to Laena, who would now be a Princess, if she's brought to court. But if Otto's role as Hand is no more, then Alicent could very well grow up in Oldtown, with the rest of her family.

Would there be a civil war? Not as we see it. Rhaenys's children would be her heirs. In the show, Laenor is older than Laena so is next in line to the Throne. I cannot say how much Laenor is not having any children that are not his. His wife (be it Rhaenyra or someone else) would not have the protection or the freedom to conduct an affair: it is treason. Even if it takes years to have kids or even if it never happens, Rhaenys would not suffer anything so potentially destabilising as having rumoured bastards in her line of succession (and if she did end up in that situation, she'd move to mitigate is, as she attempted to with the Driftmark succession). If Laenor has no children then the Crown will pass to Laena and Laena's children, as follows established law.

But yeah, you've got a large sandbox to play in. But Rhaenys is the sort of person who, if she was in charge, would not suffer fools and would avoid conflict if it meant averting war. But you lose the major pillars that started the Dance: the realm knows a woman as Queen, and Rhaenys has a clear line of succession.

HOTD Fans. I need to know something. What would Rhaenys's reign look like if she was queen of the iron throne instead of Viserys?

What would change? Would she still marry Corlys? Would the dance of dragons still happen? Would Laenor and Laena still exist? How would Daemon react? How would Otto Hightower react? What would happen to viserys, Rhaenyra, and Alicent?

I need to know what would happen if our queen rhaenys was the "Queen that was"

[romelle]

how you act and what you dare romellura | 3k words 

the title is from this song and the fic was inspired by this princess mage and knight art made by kenzie! i got a slight bit carried away by the sunny weather while writing, though, so i’ll probably also make a short sequel that matches the vibes of the drawing a little better :-) hope u enjoy!! 

As someone who has been a knight for four phoebes (and a hopeful romantic for many more), Romelle truly isn't as loud about her disappointment over not yet meeting the crown princess as she perhaps could be. 

Except, of course, when she is.  

"Why is she out of the kingdom, anyway?" 

It is hard to understand why one would wish to leave during Altea's most delightful seasons. Spring has come and gone, but it did not take all its treasures away as it went. The fragrance of juniberries is still carried on the gentle summer breeze, and the sunlight travels joyously through the dancing leaves, settling on the bare skin of Romelle's arms. After the day's training, she has abandoned her knight armour, and her simple trousers are rolled up to her knees as she cools herself by dipping her feet into the stream. 

Despite the lack of armour (or perhaps precisely because of it), her battle axe still lays in the grass beside her. As it turns out, being childhood friends with a guy who carries a dagger to sleep will leave you with some habits of your own. 

"Studying alchemy, probably." 

Romelle turns to look at Keith, who is leaning against a nearby tree. The boy has rid himself of his chest plate as well, but he still appears to be much more on guard than Romelle is. She tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows, only the slightest bit sceptical. 

"So it is true, then? About her having magic?" 

Whispers spread fast in the castle walls. They spread especially fast in the walls that contain Hunk. Romelle is still relatively new to the mysteries and intrigues of royal lives, but it took little time for rumours of the crown princess's ability to manipulate quintessence to reach her. It was a delicate matter if true, and therefore kept under the wraps by the royal family.

Romelle thought that the magic was fascinating, but she cared more for the stories Allura's friends told of the princess, and the ones she'd heard even before becoming a knight.

It was seeing her fight at one of the tournaments, after all, that made Romelle consider this path in the first place. She has always been quite self-aware, and so she can admit that fancying a princess she never met is not her most original move, but it doesn't trouble her.

Surely, there are worse vices to have. 

Keith shrugs. 

To an untrained eye, he might seem partial about the topic- but Romelle knows just how much he likes a mystery. 

"I don't know," He admits. "But it'd make sense, right? She'd need to travel to the very outskirts of Altea to find someone who can teach her how to control it. And she'd probably want to make sure that she can use it properly before letting the world know. We all saw what happened the last time someone failed at manipulating quintessence. Unless she seems entirely sure of herself the first time she showcases her magic, the people might get restless." 

"You have given this a lot of thought," Romelle teases. 

"I'm just saying," Keith defends, "That's what I would do." 

Romelle huffs a laugh.  

Keith is one of their best knights, certainly. He's a good swordsman, agile and highly courageous. Patience and subtility, however, are not some of his many virtues. 

"No, it isn't. You'd probably last two lessons before you'd have enough and try to fight Zarkon all by yourself." 

"You're in no position to talk about impulsivity," His arms are crossed, but he's smiling, so she knows he didn't take it as an insult to his character. "Like you don't have detailed plans of proposing to a girl you've never met." 

"We've met," Romelle says, sending him a purposefully ridiculous grin. "In my dreams." 

Keith rolls his eyes. 

"Here we go." 

"Did you know that she once defeated four Galra knights armed with nothing but her hairpin?" 

"Did you know you shouldn't believe every song you hear at the tavern?" 

"Then I'll write one of my own." 

"Don't." 

"Of course, I'll have little to write about if I never get to meet her," She mumbles, kicking at the water and watching absently as the droplets fall back into the river. "You've been on quests with her before, though. Maybe the next time she calls on you, something might happen." 

"Like what?" Keith's voice is filled with justified uncertainty. 

"I don't know. Maybe and you'll slip and break your leg, and then I'll have to come in to save the day." 

"You know, I think that threatening a knight might count as petty treason." 

"Treasons, schmeason," She mocks, letting out as sigh when she notes that Keith does not seem very impressed. "But fine. I suppose I'll just write tragically romantic ballads about her eyes, or something of the sort. Like the ones you write about Sir Lance." 

The velocity at which Keith straightens his back is really quite amusing. 

"Don't call him Sir. And I never wrote any ballads about him." 

"Oh, maybe not wrote. Reluctant spoken panegyrics seem to be more your style." 

"You're a pain." 

"See, if this were anyone else saying that, I might be offended," Romelle muses. "But knowing who else you called such names lately, I'm starting to think it might just be your way of expressing affection." 

With one more burning glare, Keith swiftly pushes himself away from the tree he had been leaning against. "I'm leaving," He announces, always so resolute in his decision making. He leans down to pick up the discarded pieces of his armour, which is how Romelle knows that he's serious. 

"Don't leave," Romelle insists. "I'm sorry."  

There, she makes a pause- because she did make a pledge to be true upon becoming a knight, and this seems like a silly way of breaking it.  

And pointless, too, since Keith most definitely sees through her. 

"You're not," He says, as though he's reading her mind. 

"I'm not," She agrees. "But I'll still stop if you stay." 

Keith smiles, a slight quirk of his lips to let her know he isn't genuinely agitated. His hair is tied back today, and his bangs stick to his forehead from the water he splashed his face with when they first arrived. Romelle is glad to see him finally unwind a little, and she'd hate for it to end so soon. 

"Relax. I'm just going to see if there's something to steal from the kitchens. I'll be back in half a varga." 

Romelle does relax. This, after all, does sound like quite a reasonable ground for departure. 

"In that case," She says, granting him a small, jesting courtesy by means of bowing her head. "Good luck, noble knight." 

"You too," Keith says, "Don't fall into the river." 

Romelle frowns. 

"Why would I-" 

Interrupting her train of thought with direct action, Keith gives her a push, shifting her slightly off balance and towards the water. Once she grounds herself again, she moves to slap his hand away- but he gets out of her reach easily, like the quick, slimy eel that he is. 

"Now who's a pain?" Romelle shouts after him, splashing water at his fast-retreating figure. 

Once all the commotion has calmed, she leans back on her arms. There is a small white mouse sitting on the grass, looking up at her outburst with curious eyes. She smiles in an attempt to convince him that she's usually really quite nice, before outstretching her palm. The mouse climbs onto it readily.  

"Why hello little cutie," She coos, and then nods her head in the direction Keith ran off to. "Can you believe that guy?" 

The mouse doesn't seem to be particularly interested in her troubles. Instead, he looks towards the river longingly. 

"Would you like some water?" Romelle asks him, as though she truly is expecting an answer. She doesn't quite get one, but the mouse's stare doesn't waver, and so she assumes she was correct in her assumption. She sets the mouse back onto the ground, and gathers some cold water into her cupped palms. "Here you go, fair sir." 

The mouse drinks gratefully, and Romelle smiles. It's a tranquil scene, with the birds chirping in the branches above them, and the soft sound of the river's flow whirring through the forest. 

That is, until a voice from behind her causes Romelle's heart to leap out of her chest. 

"He hardly deserves such titles after the scene he made." 

Ever the one to be easily startled, Romelle loses her balance with a high pitched squeak of distress, happily mirrored by the little mouse still sitting on the shore. The river is relatively deep here, and she sinks in way over her head, freezing water enveloping her entirely. 

Thankfully, it isn't so deep that she can't stand.  

Regrettably, once she sees the person the voice belongs to, she nearly loses her footing all over again. 

"Oh dear," princess Allura says. "My apologies. I didn't mean to frighten you." 

Frozen both literally and figuratively, Romelle finds that words might be above her current abilities. All the paintings painted and all the songs sung were splendid indeed, but none seemed to truly covey the grandeur of Allura's mere presence. In her rich purple gown and with the white curls gracefully framing her face, she looks a sight that would make any woodland fairy green with envy. 

Yet Romelle is only human, and so she turns pink instead. 

With some delay, she does eventually remember herself, and drops into a clumsy courtesy. 

"Your highness." 

It is a hard thing to do in the water. Although she's only wearing a light tunic and some trousers, the weight of the wet clothes still pulls her down considerably. 

"You mustn't bow. Please get out before you catch a cold." 

Romelle looks down at herself, only just registering the fact that her teeth are chattering.  

She stops that immediately. 

"Right, yes, smart," She rambles, rushing to climb out of the river while still preserving some dignity that she still has left. "I wasn't aware that you're coming back today, your highness." 

"Allura is perfectly fine," The princess assures.  

"Allura," Romelle repeats, careful with the way the name sits on her tongue.  

"It was supposed to a secret until tomorrow's ceremony," She explains. "But the summer heat made Platt rather thirsty, so I took him out the carriage to get some water at the river. And I do admit I wanted to spend some time outside before they coop me up in the room for the evening." 

A dreadful thought dawns on Romelle. 

"How long have you been here?" 

The corners of Allura's lips tug up at the question. 

"A while," She answers vaguely, though her mischievous smile implies what Romelle fears. Then, she lifts her chin slightly to drive attention to the knight's wet clothes. "Are you uncomfortable that way?" 

Romelle shakes her head. 

"Not at all. Is there a better way to fight the heat than going for an impromptu swim?" 

It is not quite the truth. The water itself might be a pleasant refreshment, but the breeze that once felt soothing to her heated skin now sends a shiver down the line of her back. The same breeze runs its' fingers through Allura's hair (softly, as though even it knows that this is a privilege) while the princess furrows her eyebrows, as though she's debating her following words. 

"Would you like me to help?" 

Romelle blinks at the now outstretched hand before her. She isn't confident what the offered help would be, but the proximity is too much for her to stop and wonder about it.  

"Sure?" 

Allura smiles encouragingly, before placing the hand on Romelle's shoulder. It takes a few ticks for Romelle to realise what's happening; to rationalise that the tingly feeling rushing through her body isn't merely a cause of being this close to the princess. She can see as the drops of water separate themselves from her clothes, floating instead around Allura's form. 

Once done, Allura opens her eyes with a satisfied smile, and the drops of water fall apart like shattered crystals. Romelle feels her throat go dry at the display, but that, she supposes, isn't a cause of the magic. 

She raises her hand up to her shoulder-length hair to make sure what she saw was true, twirling a strand around her finger in astonishment. 

"So it's true? You do have magic?" 

Allura's smile broadens. Romelle realises this might be the first time she showcased her powers to anyone outside a small circle closest to the royal family, and suddenly feeling incredibly honoured.  

"You must keep it a secret until the ceremony," Allura warns, with a conscious effort to control her excitement and sober up a little. Then, she sighs wistfully. "Though I do wish I didn't have to stay in my room until then. Altea's beautiful at this time of the year." 

She turns her face up to the sun as she says this, and Romelle physically feels the last of her composure crumble into a miserable heap on the ground. 

"You can still go outside," She suggests, just a touch too thrilled by the idea for it to be inconspicuous. With quick and wide motions, she points at her things lying in the grass. "I could lend you my armour for disguise. They've set up the fair in the old town, there's so much to see! There's an entire display of Balmeran crystals, and the most gorgeous flowers from the Bakku gardens, and Olkari merchants brought these wonderful-" 

"Armour in this heat?" Allura asks, voice lit by amusement. "I don't think it'd be quite practical." 

Romelle quickly lets her arms drop down to her sides.  

Of course, this would happen. She only just met the princess, and she already made a complete fool of herself. 

"You're right," She says, with a curt nod. "I apologise; I'm sure you're very busy, in any case." 

Allura, though, merely shakes her head. A small smile is still present on her lips. 

"That wasn't a no." 

"It... wasn't?" 

"Well, no to the armour, sure," Allura allows. "But I always wanted to see the Balmera crystals. And I certainly have lighter disguises in the castle, if you'll accompany me." Her grin becomes boarder now. "No knights have to break any bones." 

Oh no. 

Romelle clears her throat, quite obviously embarrassed.

"So. You heard that." 

"Maybe so," Allura admits, "It's still a bit early for a proposal, but it'd only be responsible that I take a knight with me to the fair." 

The knight in question only looks at her, thoroughly confused.  

"But you shouldn't be at the fair in the first place?" 

"I am attempting to flirt with you," Allura clarifies, and the words barely conceal the chuckles threatening to fall out. "But perhaps all that time spent in the forest has made me a bit rusty?" 

"Oh," Romelle says, head whirring at the realisation. "Oh! No, you're doing great. Wonderful job. Please, do carry on." 

Allura does chuckle now, and Romelle swears that all the birds in the forest stop in their song.

"Thanks." 

"No problem," Romelle says, before gesturing to her things. "I should pick these up before we go." 

The princess gives a slight, regal nod of her head. As Romelle leans down to pick up her weapon and armour, she speaks up again. 

"By the way, the rumour about how I took out four Galra knights with nothing but a hairpin is entirely untrue. There were at least seven of them." 

For a few ticks, Romelle is very much silent. 

Then, she looks up at Allura with exaggerated solemnity.

"I don't care if it's too early. Please marry me." 

Allura laughs, eyes shining with mirth.

"Let us see how the evening goes," She plays along. "And then we'll decide."

- 

As far as wake-up calls go, rising out of bed at small hours of the night to answer the furious knocking at your door ranks relatively low. Still, after the evening she has had, Romelle's good mood is near impenetrable.

She taps barefoot to the door, her white sleeping gown slipping down one of her shoulders, likely because of how hastily she had tied it. Though her eyes are bleary and the smile she answers the doors with is tired, it is also almost blindingly when bright compared to the darkness surrounding it.  

"Hi, Keith!" 

Keith does not answer with a smile of his own. His eyebrows are furrowed in what could be either anger or worry, face lit up only by a candlestick in his right hand. Despite such late hours, his left hand rests at the dagger that he keeps at his side.  

"Are you alright?" He asks, examining her state hurridly. "You weren't there when I came back, and at first I assumed that you just got bored waiting, but then you weren't at dinner either and-" 

He pauses. 

Romelle yawns. She does feel slightly guilty for making him so worried, somewhere in the back of her sleep clouded mind, but she's also not nearly awake enough to process that feeling as she knows that she should. 

Thankfully, Keith seems to have moved on to other revelations. 

 "What is that on your neck?" 

Romelle looks down, as though seeing her own neck would be possible even in board daylight. It doesn't quite matter, though. She knows precisely what he's referring to, and when she answers, she is perhaps just a tiny bit too smug about it. 

"So. I've met the princess." 

Keith looks at her. Removes his hand from his dagger. Drags it down his face instead. 

"Romelle. Tell me you didn't." 

She's definitely too smug about it. 

"Some of us don't waste time on pining," She says, offering him a lazy side shrug. Her sleeping gown falls further down her shoulder at the movement, revealing two more similar marks.  

Through the fingers covering his face, Keith sighs defeatedly. 

"Should I even ask for your first impression?" 

Romelle's smug look instantly melts into something much softer. She thinks of the way Allura's eyes lit up upon seeing the Balmera crystals, and the way she gleefully sought to find the loveliest fabric among hundreds, only to gift it to Romelle. She thinks of how gently she kissed her, how cleverly she talked, and how being the reason behind her laughter might be the sweetest feeling of them all. 

There is no hesitation present in her voice. When she speaks, it is only affection that colours her every syllable. 

"That it's true, what they say." 

"What is?" 

Soft hand in her own, quiet whispers in her ear. 

Romelle smiles. 

"She's definitely magical." 

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

I would love for you to talk more indepth about the montage. To me it feels so off and weird. Almost like a parody? So many scenes in it are "funny" moments that just don't make sense in the context of an emotional overview of the road so far... (Like all the scenes where Dean is eating, Donna with donut dust on her face, Sam getting hit during the game show.) I don't know. Isn't the montage supposed to make me nostalgic, teary-eyed? This one definitely doesn't do it for me!

Here I am! Yes, I absolutely agree. The montage is Weird(TM). It’s kind of a tone rollercoaster. It’s very full of funny/silly moments, with some serious moments smacked in. And it definitely looks like... there’s something about it.

For an easier consultation I will reference the gifs I have made of the montage sequence here.

[Gif 1] It starts pretty much like I’d expect a Supernatural goodbye montage to start. The two brothers meeting for the first time in the pilot, a reminder of their childhood with John, their banter still from the pilot, a couple moments of them driving in the car in the first seasons, Dean saving Lucas in 1x03 which is the first Dean-heavy episode and also an extremely symbolic moment for Dean’s entire journey - just think at how Lucas as a mirror was still relevent during the “drowning” Michael possession arc. Everything feels normal so far. We’re starting from the beginning! Now--

[Gif 2] Interesting and weird choices start here. Them pretending to be high school teachers from After School Special 4x13 - actually a very iconic moment for the fandom, remember that post of Dean in shorts from that episode that you had to reblog when it came on your dash? (Actually I’m not sure if I ever reblogged it lol.) Dean celebrating getting young again from The Curious Case of Dean Winchester 5x07 (and Jensen showing off his agility). The two of them showing their FBI badges to Jesse Turner’s biological mother in 5x06. Dean mowing the lawn of Mary’s house in the Djinn dream and immediately after Jess and Sam kissing also in the Djinn dream, from What Is And What Should Never Be 2x20. Then Dean after killing the witch when he was under the memory loss spell, in Regarding Dean 12x11. Sam happy when they celebrate Christmas in A Very Supernatural Christmas 3x08. Them being “lucky” under the effect of the rabbit’s foot in Bad Day At Black Rock 3x03. Sam also happy in Baby 11x04.

Again the present, then the montage starts again with the water-related ghost from Red Sky At Morning 3x06, a Bela episode, and then Bela herself from her first episode, 3x03 again.

What do these moments have in common? Not all of them, but for many of them I’d say reality being manipulated. The Djinn dream, the rabbit foot, Dean’s aging, the Antichrist... and it’s not over yet. Also, them pretending to be teachers, agents etc - not “real”.

[Gif 3] The tone suddenly gets more serious and relevant to current events: Chuck in The Monster at the End of This Book 4x18 (eh). Death in Two Minutes to Midnight 5x21 (the first appearance of Death, while now we’ve had Billie’s last and a very short-lived new one), and then two major moments from Lazarus Rising - Dean emerging from the grave and finding the handprint on his shoulder. Crowley’s first episode, Abandon All Hope 5x10. Zachariah’s death in Point Of No Return 5x18. Anna from The Song Remains The Same 5x13, where she is the antagonist having been brainwashed successfully by heaven. Michael burning and Sam jumping in the cage with Michael in 5x22, then another moment from 4x01 (the brothers hugging after reuniting). A moment from The French Mistake 6x15 (reality fuckery again!). Sam in Frontierland 6x18.

[Gif 4] Reality fuckery continues with Becky marrying Sam in 7x08. Funnily enough, this is the peak of Becky’s obsessive behavior which she went to therapy for and grew away of - it definitely emphasizes how far Becky has come. Donna’s first appeance in 9x13. That iconic shot of Dean in Bloodlust 2x03 because he’s pretty. Charlie’s first appearance in 7x20 while she dances to Walking On Sunshine (relevant?), Kevin’s first appearance in 7x21 when he becomes a prophet (lots of firsts). Abaddon’s first appearance in As Time Goes By 8x12. Then there’s the first appearance of the bunker, in the next episode, a couple shots in fact. Then more 4x01, Ruby pretending to mistake Dean for the pizza man (eh). Then more present...

This section seems to be mostly “first appearances” - including Ruby’s s4 meatsuit, i.e. Genevieve’s first appearance.

[Gif 5] We suddenly jump to more recent events with Kelly and Jack in heaven in Byzanthium 4x08. Jack’s iconic hello from 4x16 Don’t Go In The Woods. Dean teaching Jack how to drive in 14x07 Unhuman Nature. But then we suddenly go from Jack things to something completely different on the surface: two consecutive moments from Changing Channels 5x08, including the iconic Nutcracker scene, and Sully from Just My Imagination. We are actually back to the previous theme: reality fuckery. Gabriel’s episode was about placing them in “television shows”, Sully, while real, is literally a child’s “imaginary friend”. And then... a moment from the cartoon part of Scoobynatural! It doesn’t get more reality fuckery than that. Oh, wait! Charlie and Dorothy going to Oz in 9x04. That’s a pretty strong contender. Dean being hit in the face by a fairy in 6x09 - also about a realm Dean briefly went to. And, in case we felt like we hadn’t gotten enough 4x01 yet, Pamela’s first appearance (her last, albeit a hallucination, was about the whole “How come you only want what you can't have?” thing).

[Gif 6] We continue again with a mixture of firsts and weird things. Ellen’s first appearance in 2x02, Dean and Cas in 4x18 (we saw Chuck from that episode earlier), Jody’s first appearance in 5x15 Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid. Rufus in 6x04 Weekend At Bobby’s (not his first but a good episode...), Garth in 9x12 Sharp Teeth (not his first but the first in which he is a werewolf and is married... relevant to recent lamp events??), Missouri in 1x09 (her first appearance).

Then Gabriel from 13x21 Beat The Devil (an episode where he plays a trick on Lucifer) and Rowena from the same scene (in fact a scene where they’re flirting).  Then Eileen coming back to life in 15x06 and smiling at Sam. Jo flirting with Dean in 2x02 - her first appearance, again. Funnily enough, she had been introduced as a love interest, but ended up being repurposed as a sisterly figure. Tempted to say it’s relevant in an ironic way. Mary in 14x11 Damaged Goods, when Dean has a goodbye mother-son moment with her. Amara in 11x09 Oh Brother Where Art Thou when she was looking for her brother. Then Lucifer in two different vessels (12x07 Rock Never Dies and 12x21, when Lucifer regains control over the vessel).

Then Metatron doing the find a wife make babies speech to Cas in 8x23! Relevant??? Dun dun dun. Then Ketch for some reason (the first episode where we see his face, 12x08 LOTUS).

[Gif 7] Then Jo/Anael in 13x13, another first appearance. (I cropped these horribly I should have cut them when the present happens lol.)

Sandwiched between two shots from the present, Dean Sam Mary and John having dinner together in 14x13 Lebanon.

Then we start again with Dean riding Larry in 12x11, Dean and Cas dressed as cowboys in 13x06 (mini pattern here...), Asmodeus with the archangel blade in 13x13 (insert meta about Asmodeus in Christian lore here), and the really intriguing “Intermission” shot from the play in 10x05.

[Gif 8] To continue a certain pattern we might be tempted to see, Dean eating piecake from 14x06 Optimism (an episode about a distorted version of romantic love), then Dean eating noodles from 10x13 Halt & Catch Fire (the ghost is a husband that passes on thanks to his wife). Dean after his dentistry session with Garth in 15x10. Meg from 6x10 Caged Heat (the episode with the pizza man porn). Dean and Sam investigating in 4x12 Criss Angel Is a Douchebag (an episode about growing old poorly). Crowley in 10x16 Paint It Black (that episode). Dean playing that game in 14x17 Game Night (the episode Cas calls for God, and when Mary dies - the one playing the game was God...). Sam and Dean getting out of the car in 13x05 when they visit the traumatized kid (peak mourning Dean episode...). Then we go into reality fuckery territory again with 14x15 Peace of Mind, Sam under the psychic’s control and Cas disgruntled about it.

[Gif 9] Mick Davies from 12x16 Ladies Drink Free, when he learnt a lesson about monsters. Dean geeking out about the Hatchet Man - so heavy with mirror significances - in 14x04 Mint Condition. Belphegor - Jack’s dark mirror - in 15x03 The Rupture, the break-up episode. Donna’s first episode again, this time Dean and she eating donuts. Dean, Sam and Mary hugging in 12x22 after the confrontation in Mary’s head. Kaia in 13x09 The Bad Place, when Jack uses her to find the way to where Mary is (Mary pattern?). Claire&co rescuing Jody and Donna in 13x10 Wayward Sisters. Dean in 1944 dresses as a sailor in 11x14 The Vessel. Baby nyooming in 15x11 The Gamblers...

Aaand more Changing Channels, the genital herpes ad. It’s almost like reality fuckery is a theme. Followed by Sam drinking the anti-cold concoction at Garth’s in 15x10 and the two of them outside the monster fighting pit in the same episode. Then Cas, Dean, Sam and Jack on a video call with Ketch in 14x09 The Spear when they talk about the egg to trap Michael.

[Gif 10] We stay in the same episode with the four of them heading to Michael. Then the four of them celebrating Jack’s return to life (after Cas’ deal with the Empty). More present, and then the iconic “we’ve got work to do” [trunk closes] moment from the pilot.

So: some of these moments seem like genuine moments you’ll want to put in a montage, but there’s a weird predominance of characters smiling and looking happy or goofy. It’s kind of... not exactly representative of the show as a whole, you know? There are moments that fit as, you know, iconic steps in the story, but surprisingly few, and many moments you’d expect to be in a “final” montage are blatantly not there. Several moments with, let’s put it like this, suspicious meta connotations. Moments that, well, we don’t know what happens in the finale yet, but smell like they might be relevant to future developments. (Metatron’s speech to newly human Cas anyone?)

What really strikes me is the amount of moments connected to reality being manipulated or distorted in some way. Lots of Changing Channels, fantasy elements of various kinds (the Djinn dream, Scoobynatural, Oz, the imaginary friend Becky’s wedding to Sam, the fairy, ...), them acquiring luck (s3) or losing it (s15), and so on. It’s almost like the sequence is telling us something...

Thoughts?

[karmasuna]

hiii. can i pls request a headcanon on how bakugou would fall and confess to a girl who's attitude is sorta like shinobu's (from demon slayer) she's like sadistic when killing enemies and does everything with a smile. saying like "ill cut u open and rip out ur intestines to atone for ur sin, then we can be friends :))" also has really good swordsmanship skills like kanao. but when u get to know her she's actually playful and nice. but still has that creepy side when it comes to enemies

listening to tanjiro’s theme on loop as i write this hehe („• ֊ •„)

○ so Bakugo really starts taking notice of you when he watches you fight Deku in class

○ because your opponent was the one and only Deku, of course he would already be rooting for you rather than the other boy before he even knew who you actually were

○ when he sees you enter the arena and you’re a girl with a gentle smile on your face he was pretty sure you couldn’t fight at all and stood no chance against the green haired boy

○ but then he sees you fighting and he’s just in awe, struck by the way you dodged his punches so swiftly and easily it seemed as if you were dancing and pulling Midoriya into your graceful movement

○ you had applied to use your katana for the fight, since you weren’t exactly physically strong and your quirk wasn’t that great for direct attacks on other people 

○ and since you looked about as hostile as a butterfly, no one was really expecting you to be so good with it, swinging with such agility it was like the blade was just another part of your body that you could use freely to your advantage

○ no one was expecting you to have Midoriya pinned under you, blade at his throat within the first ten minutes of the fight 

○ but what really caught Bakugo’s attention wasn’t only that but the small smile you had on your face and the empty look you had in your eyes that impressed- no, scared him a little

○ now, the great Bakugo Katsuki does not like to be scared

○ and so he does what any other sane person does when they are afraid and challenges you to a fight

○ which you cheerfully agree to on the condition that you could use your katana

○ he’s very skeptical of how quickly you had agreed without even considering the fact that he could absolutely destroy you

○ but that goes straight out the window when he meets you again at the gym after school and sees the same sadistic look in your eyes with that same creepy smile that shook him to the core 

○ your fight with him lasts longer than the one you had with Deku earlier, he’s proud to say. it still ended pretty quickly with the point of your katana at his throat within fifteen minutes, but at least it wasn’t in front of your class and they would never know of this

○ now he’s truly impressed. he tries to get you to fight him again multiple times, but you always decline because there was simply no point and it wouldn’t prove anything even if he won

○ you won’t fight him, but you do offer to be friends with him. it makes him afraid but he reluctantly accepts since he thinks it may lead to another opportunity to spar with you 

○ that’s when he discovers that you’re like a totally different person when you’re not fighting someone. the sadistic look is gone from your eyes, replaced by a warm gaze that eventually grows on him and makes his heart warm 

○ and then he realizes that he’s fallen for you, not only admiring your exceptional fighting but also constantly finding himself thinking about you and missing your presence 

○ he still bugs you demanding for a rematch every single day though, not willing to give up until you finally agreed after almost three months of his nagging

○ for him is wasn’t about wanting to defeat you, but it was a matter of his pride

○ and he’s improved a lot more since the last time you two sparred, holding his own ground as you slash in his direction ruthlessly, the glint back in your eyes as you jump back to avoid getting blasted

○ it takes a lot of work but the blonde finally manages to knock the katana out of your hands and pin you to the floor with his body, your faces inches away from each other as he smirks triumphantly

○ that is, until he feels something poke his leg and the entire limb going numb

○ “I may not be strong enough to rip your head off, but I could paralyze your whole body if I wanted to. Pretty neat, huh?”

○ at that moment he’s just absolutely captivated by you and that fact that even though you were under him you still caught him off guard

○ and he just loses his composure, mumbling a fuck it and pressing his lips to yours

○ it’s the only action of his that has ever caught you off guard, but after the moment of shock passes you kiss him back with equal vigor

○ “i’ve liked you for a long time, you psycho two-faced woman.”

[sun-daddy-yoriichi]

Kimetsu no Yaiba Role - Reverse AU : Pillar Version

I’m not planning on this being long as all hell but let’s see if it gets out of hand or not :)

Sun Pillar : Yoriichi Tsugikuni

I ALMOST WASN’T GONNA INCLUDE HIM BUT I HAD TO-

My entire account is named after his come on have more faith in me.

Okay but I feel like the twins would get a lot of outside attention

Not because they’re Demon Slayers but because they’re hot as fuck

But that could also just be me

Nobody knows how or when Yoriichi learned Sun Breathing. It hasn’t been used in hundreds of years, and it’s supposed to be incredibly difficult to master, and he’s like twenty-five being able to wield it with complete ease.

Michikatsu thinks his brother is the most annoying thing ever

They spar constantly

Yoriichi thinks that Nezuko and Tanjirou are the cutest things ever, and Nezuko knowing what Dance of the Fire God is, is really only a huge plus.

The twins fight over who gets Nezuko as a tsuguko constantly.

Moon Pillar : Michikatsu Tsugikuni

Everyone’s favourite motherfucker y'know-

Jk we love him

His Moon Breathing is not like his Blood Demon Art at all, really. His Blood Demon Art was a corrupt form of his Breath Style. In actuality, his Breath Style is much finer and more graceful.

If I’ll be honest, his breath style is actually quite beautiful.

Like Breath of the Sun, his Breath of the Moon almost looks like a dance.

Michikatsu and Yoriichi fighting together is a sight to behold, and a force to be reckoned with.

If only Michikatsu could stand to be in the same room as his brother for more than five seconds at a time.

When he goes on missions, he tries to keep it as low-key as possible. He hates having people looking at him

And he’s not the type of person to fail on his missions at all. Which is why it was so surprising for the others to figure out that he had let the Kamado children go.

Mostly because Tanjirou reminded him a lot of Yoriichi, so he couldn’t help himself from sparing them both.

Ice Pillar : Douma

Another favourite, surprisingly. A lot of people like Douma and it’s very confusing.

Other than Rui, he's one of the youngest Pillars (16).

Of course he still uses his fans rather than a Nichirin blade. And effectively, too.

Douma is one of the fastest Pillars out of them, aside from maybe Yoriichi and Michikatsu.

Obviously, Ice Breathing is descended from Water Breathing. Rather than flowing attacks, however, most of them have more strength added to them, in order to pack quite a punch.

He’s a bastard and we all know it.

Usually, Douma is given missions that are difficult even for a Pillar’s standards, but still out of the way of civilisation.

Because his breath technique is DESTRUCTIVE.

He’s basically the same as his demon counterpart, except he doesn’t eat humans.

But he’s still a damn sociopath

We all love him though

Soryu Pillar : Akaza

Haha I didn’t know what else to put for him-

His fighting style is strongly based around the Soryu Style he was taught before he became a Demon Slayer. He ends up using hand-to-hand combat a lot more than he uses his Nichirin blade.

Which means he rarely has to commission a new blade if his breaks, because he only uses it slay the demon near the very end of their fight. Nothing more.

He’s a very respectful opponent. Unlike other Demon Slayers, he won’t goad or insult his opponent. He doesn’t hate demons, like some Pillars do.

Because his fianceé was turned into a demon, and he would want to respect her if he ever ran into her during one of his missions.

Thus, all of his missions are ended quickly, and with great respect. Any demon that’s run into him and lived to tell the tale always holds him in such high regards (for a Demon Slayer, at least).

His main job is to keep Douma and Enmu in check, though.

Urami Pillar : Hantengu

Can you tell that I have no inspiration for some of these names

Urami means 'resentment' which makes sense for Hantengu since he hates demons for killing his family and deforming his face.

Despite visiting several doctors, the appearance of the pair of horns on his head remains a mystery.

Some Demon Slayers think he's got demon blood in him, but nothing has been confirmed.

He doesn't have a designated Breath style at all.

Rather, you could call his technique 'Universal Breathing'. If he's had enough training with a certain Breath style, he can use it. Which means he can basically learn all of them if he wants.

He's mastered two : Wind and Flame. He knows bits and pieces of others, but usually wimps out before he can continue training.

His sword gets broken a lot for no reason at all. His swordsmith hates his guts, but always pulls through with a new blade.

His crow is old and cranky, but they get along just fine.

Water Pillar : Gyokko

I mean that’s basically what he is-

He's fabulous

And he'll make sure everyone knows it right after they meet him.

(Nezuko lowkey hates him)

Most of the time, he's not given as many missions as his teammates. He's left to his own devices.

Which means that his territory to patrol - perhaps just around the capitol - is very well protected.

His tsuguko, Sabito, is cute as all hell, but will kick your ass if he needs to. He looks up to Gyokko, and thinks really highly of him.

Most of the other Pillars think there's something wrong with Sabito-

But he's a strong Demon Slayer, so they don't question Gyokko's teaching methods.

Blood Pillar : Gyuutarou

Irritable as all hell

But he loves his sister and would do anything for her.

Rather than use swords, he uses sickles

Yes yes very dramatic thank you Gyuutarou-

He gets cold easily (being so skinny and all), so he stays bundled up often

Daki gets mad at him if he’s not careful, so they often get into fights with one another

Which ends up with Akaza pulling them apart and putting them in time-out

Missions that he’s sent on are often ended quickly and precisely. He’s usually paired up with Rui or Daki, since both of those two Pillars are incredibly good at long-ranged combat, while Gyuutarou is more adept at short/mid-ranged combat

Blood Breathing is derived from Water Breathing, but Gyuutarou also equips the use of the poison that Daki makes in order to get the upper hand on his opponents.

He’s had a tsugukos before, but his training was so harsh that they quit on him. He hasn’t taken another one after that.

Silk Pillar : Daki

Designated medic in the Demon Slayer Corps.

She’s very skilled at not only making antidotes but making poisons out of wisteria. Other Pillars, like Enmu and Gyuutarou, use them in combat. She’s just making them to pass the time.

Rather than use a blade, she uses special sillks made specially from Crimson Iron Sand and Rui’s spider silk. They’re soft and heat-insulated, and Daki wears them over her Demon Slayer uniform.

However, much like Rui’s spider threads, she can manipulate them with ease, allowing them to become as sharp as a blade.

Honest to God nobody knows how she and Rui do it. Perhaps it’s brute, strength, or their Breathing techniques.

Either way, it’s quite a new experience to be on the receiving end of her silks. Daki is fast, and agile. She can get from one point to another in a matter of seconds. The only person faster from her at all is Douma, and even then it’s by seconds at a time, maybe not even that.

Daki doesn’t care to sympathise with demons. She’s never thought of it. Usually, her missions consist of her yelling insults at her target while she battles them.

Biwa Pillar : Nakime

Pretty girl pretty girl

With two eyes this time

She doesn’t often use a sword at all. She has one, but it’s only used for worst-case scenarios.

And when you are Nakime, you don’t get to the point where you can consider something a ‘worst-case scenario��.

Her Biwa is her main weapon, and she has the special ability to create music that harms demons.

The strings are crafted specially from spider silk (courtesy of Rui) and Scarlet Crimson Ore, but they’re also infused with Wisteria incense (courtesy of Enmu) in order to ward demons off.

She’s a master at her craft, and at her best, she is a force to he reckoned with.

She is often paired up with other Pillars on difficult missions, or if there’s more than one Demon in a certain area. Nakime’s music travels a lot farther than a sword does, after all. But a demon has to be within fifty feet of her to actually die from it.

She doesn’t exactly use a Breathing technique for her Biwa. But her base Breathing technique is Water Breathing, so she practices using her sword often so her skills stay sharp.

Dream Pillar : Enmu

I’ll start this off by saying that no, it’s not quite the same as his original Blood Demon Art. But it does use illusion in order to confuse his target.

Enmu is, to say the least, a sadist.

(Nobody likes him)

He toys with his prey and usually ends up taking a long time in order to complete a single mission because he loses track of time.

The Corps wouldn’t like that if they ever found out, but it’s not like they can just stop him.

However, his technique is extremely effective if they ever have the opportunity to gain information from a demon with a high rank.

Which is probably the only time the Corps would let him do as he pleases.

He doesn’t really have a reason for joining the Demon Slayer Corps. He had no family or loves ones to worry about, and he was good at killing demons. What more could he say?

(That’s probably even more depressing than his family dying or smth)

His Dream Breathing is descended from Flame Breathing, because honestly anything destructive is a plus to Enmu.

He uses a Nichirin blade, but he also uses poison on occasion. Not the type that Shinobu uses to kill them, since that’s not the kind of person he is. He uses hallucinogens to make his Breath style more effective.

Spider Pillar : Rui

A surprising amount of people like him, but I can’t say I don’t know why.

Rui’s one goal when he became a Demon Slayer was simple : protect his family.

None of them are actually blood related, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t fight tooth and nail in order to protect his siblings.

It’s not fake like it would be if he were a demon. Rui deeply cares for those that he sees as his family.

His Spider Breathing is descended from Wind Breathing, and is very unpredictable.

Rather than use a traditional Nichirin blade, Rui opted for a more experimental approach : threads.

To the touch, it’s fine and hard to miss. But when he uses it in battle, alongside his Breath Style, it’s hard as diamonds. And Rui controls is expertly, though there’s not really any way to just cut a demon’s head off.

He usually ends up slicing them into tiny bits and pieces, but that does the job as well.

Listen

CAN and WILL adopt any lone child that he sees

That's all for him lmao

Demon Slayer Corps Leader : Muzan Kibutsuji

He's So Done with everything and he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Bedridden or not, he’ll beat someone’s ass. On more than one occasion, he’s somehow chased after Daki and Gyuutarou for fighting.

But don’t worry, he’s a very good leader. He’s just temperamental at times, is all.

However, he is a strategic genius. He does everything for a reason. Nothing is done without purpose.

He does know how to wield a sword, but he can’t do it often. His body wouldn’t be able to sustain that kind of physical strain.

The Pillars are incredibly protective of him. They respect him deeply, even if he can be quite stingy and a little aggressive at times. It’s just how he is. He’s never angry just to be angry.

Despises demons. They’re the reason that his body is as weak as it is, so he can’t help but hate them for everything they’ve done.

[jamiedc-they-them]

The life you both took and gained (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: “hey, me again, how you been? i have a dany request where the reader is young (not child young more like teenager) and fighting in the pits and dany's like "hes just a child" and nervous while r fights. and maybe in the middle of the fight r loses his weapon and has to improvise, but comes out on top, and dany's like "go see if hes alright and bring him to me" and then idk love me some dany... B”

This isn’t one of my longest (which I apologise for) but I hope you like it :D

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She hated it from the moment she declared it. But she knew that it was also the only way to achieve the peace. Still, she looked out at the view of the city of Meereen. She put her hands on the balcony as she took a breath in. She had freed the slaves from here, yet some wanted to go back to chains and others wanted to fight in the pits.

She couldn’t, just couldn’t understand as to why. She looked at the city. Despite being in control, she still felt lonely. She was in charge of this people that worshiped her and people that supported her. But she had few of those she’d call friends.

It was then she remembered an empty bed, one in a room that had no occupant. Thing was though, she just didn’t have anyone there to live there. There would always be one or two in her old place of residence. Rooms that she didn’t see the point of; rooms that just went to waste.

She always yearned for someone else to be with her; someone she could actually talk to about it and protect. Someone she could have to try and make sure they had a better childhood than her.

She knew that everyone deserved that, at least; a good beginning. Or, at least a stable one.

However, now she was the one wasting time. She really wanted to do anything but go to those fucking pits.

However, it was the only way to keep the peace and keep the place from falling into a coup. So, she took a breath, and left.

 It was loud, packed with people that just wanted blood it seemed. She couldn’t stand it, despite being a queen who was waging a war on people she hardly knew to find an army and take a throne. Maybe it was the fact that she had no idea who either side was and saw the action up close and heard the cries of cheer from everyone else.

Still, she sat in her seat, just wanting this to be over as soon as it possibly could be. She could already feel the urge to vomit as she watched all the contestants walk out; young adults.

Well, that was until she laid eyes on you, youngest of the bunch. You were definitely the youngest, someone that was barely into their teens. Now that urge to vomit was defiantly rising.

“My Queen, you haven’t clapped yet. They are awaiting your command.” Missandei reminded her, but Danny could tell that her friend felt ill at the sight you being there as well.

“I….I can’t.” She argued, eyes glued to your figure; you were only looking at the floor, and not the Queen.

“It’s the only way to get them out, my Queen.” She told her.

Daenerys closed her eyes as she sighed, knowing that there really was no way out of this. If she wanted to get you out of this system, she had to let you play this horrible game.

So, she rose her hands up….she paused, as if giving herself one more chance to back out. Then….well….

Then she clapped.

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Her childhood was anything but sweet. Having a brother that seemed to hate her very existence to the core and do everything but kill her seemed send a message. That being: you’re mine and you will never be free.

It was subtle at first, the jabs that were verbal (never physical. Or, at least, rarely physical, as he didn’t want to damage that, as he called it “prize” or rather, “merchandise”) at herself whenever she did anything wrong or didn’t wear something he approved.

 The fight started right after her clap. You were quick and agile, which meant you mainly stuck to smaller bladed weapons and tried to avoid conflict where you could. Your other opponents seemed fixated on each other rather than you, which did you a favour.

One swung at you, but it went over your head. You then attacked back, swinging your blade and cutting into him. After your first impact occurred, you then swung and made another connection; he cried out as his other arm than had a cut in it.

You tried to continue your streak, only to get your neck being squeezed by the much taller man. As you squirmed, you then stabbed him in the hand, making him drop you. As you hit the floor, you ripped the blade out of his hand and then slammed it into his eye, bringing him to the ground.

One down, a few more left to go.

Danny could only watched with concerned eyes and not the normal borderline apathy. Sure, at times, there were moments were she would be concerned. But this time it wasn’t just that; this was a feeling that bubbled in her stomach. That being on your survival. She knew only one could make it out. Only one person could survive and win.

Now, she was actually rooting for someone to win. Now, she actively wanted the other ones to not make it and felt a sick sort of joy when you brought your attacker down.

 Her brother loved to warn her about the dragon she was close to awakening. Namely, her brother. However, she soon found that she too had the ability of the dragon as well (obviously, not the fire breathing part). She learned that when she got in a bath that was too warm, but she was fine in it. To her, though, it was sort of soothing to have that. To have that moment of power in a sense; to have something that made her feel like she had some sort of power. Granted, your brother hadn’t tried it; but she never really wanted to know if he could do it.

To be honest, she didn’t care.

 Your next opponent was your age and size, meaning it was quick. Danny had a hard time keeping up, seeing you both dodging and swinging, blades crashing against each other over and over again. One swing would clash, another would hit nothing but air.

She watched as it went on, as if you were in a dance with one another. She watched as you dodged, weaved, then swung once again. You both then ended in a lock, pushing against one another to try and get the other off of damage.

You dropped your blade, but letting it fall to the floor. As it fell, your opponent looked to it. It was what you both wanted and needed; you pushed, slamming your blade into him and dropped him to the floor.

That was two down. You looked up at the others, more particularly, the tall one. God he was a big bastard, someone who just seemed to wipe the floor with everyone else. That, and he was carrying a big axe. So, that just seemed to add to your problems with him.

 It was time to go with her brother to be sold. Before, he had been bad. But this was something else. He’d even admitted that he’d let them fuck her senseless if it would get him what he wanted. He was a monster, and she was anything but a child. She was someone that barely had any choice in that matter. She was forced to grow up since day one.

Now, she was being sold off. Now she was marrying someone she didn’t know at all. Now she was definitely forced to grow up.

 You were pushed to the ground as your new opponent pushed their sword against your dagger. As they did, Danny’s breath picked up. She gulped as she heard the cheers of the crowd grow and grow as your apparent death neared; or maybe someone else was being brutally murdered. She didn’t care, all she did care about was what was happening to you in this moment.

Your previous opponent’s blade was a small distance away from you. You would reach for it, but you knew that doing that would allow the sword to end your life. As much as you hated that this was all you had; it was something to fight for.

You slammed your knee into a place that no one deserves to be hit, using the opportunity to grab the other blade and slam it into their head.

That was three. Danny felt like she could breathe again. However, she now noticed you didn’t have a blade.

She remembered when she gave into it. Gave into the game that Drogo was playing. He was all about sex? Fine, she could do that. As much as she didn’t want to, this was about survival. So, she gave into it.

However, she also knew that doing this would make her brother mad. But she knew that this moment would get her some protection from him.

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Three were down, but there were still opponents remaining. One of them was the big guy. Sure, he had been hurt in the fight, with cuts and bruises. However, he was still standing and moving on like it was nothing. He was still swinging that axe around and being able to use it with ease.

However, you still had no weapon, and you knew that getting one would put you at risk and in the crosshair of your enemies. As, they would obviously watch you go for it and try and stop you.

“Throw them something,” She gained a look from her best friend, “They need something. They have to make it through this.” She said in justification. God, she wished she had Drogon right now to end the fight quickly and save you.

The crowd started to boo as you didn’t move; as you silently debated your next move. You were looking between different weapons, none of them being the ones you wanted. However, a blade hitting the floor made you turn around. What you saw, was a blade that was behind you and far away from the others. It looked rusty and broken. But it was better than nothing.

But a shit blade and live, than a good blade and die.

You ran for it.

 She was correct, her brother was anything but happy. He was livid. He was now in the middle; well, more like near the back of the group while Danny rode up front with Jorah. However, she still felt on edge. She had never not felt on edge.

“Tell them all to stop.” She ordered Jorah as they spoke.

“You want the entire horde to stop? For how long?” He asked.

“Until I command them otherwise.” She answered bluntly.

“You’re learning to talk like a queen.” He noted.

“Not a queen, a Khaleesi.” She said, leaving Jorah with an impressed look on his face. If she was forced to grow up, then grow up she shall. If she was being honest with herself; in her mind, she should’ve years ago.

 You grabbed the blade, Danny smiling a little that you did take it. Now, you were back on even ground with the other ones. Now it was you with a blade you liked, but opponents that also liked their own ones.

As you went for the shortest of the remaining ones, the large one then started to make his own way over. You both seemed to know what him coming over meant. However, instead of teaming up, you did the opposite.

While you were good with blades and somewhat liked swords; they weren’t your strong point. It seemed, just your luck, that your enemy preferred them. As you swung in sheer desperation to get the fight over and turn your attention to the larger one.

However, as you swung, she dodged and cut you in the back. As you turned to swing again, the blades clashed as she used your momentum against you and sliced you in the back again. Now you had two wounds and were bleeding.

Danny looked at you in more concerns you continued to get hurt with a blade you did not prefer. She gulped, realising that the blade she gave you was a bad idea. She looked to Missandei, but the woman shook her head. She knew that she couldn’t help you anymore than she could.

She turned back at the sound of cheers, seeing you put your opponent with the blade down. However, you did look worse for wear. You were bloody at this point, both with your own and the blood of your combatants.

She saw you stumble a little as you went into your defensive stance once again. Then charging your opponent.

 Daenerys had gone for a walk after dismounting her horse. As she walked, she felt some sense of peace. She felt some sense of normality; just a girl out for a walk. Just a child exploring.

That then shattered when she heard galloping, seeing her brother burst through the weeds with his sword raised, “You DARE?! You give commands to me?! To me?!” He sneered as he then dismounted.

He grabbed her by the throat, “You do not command the dragon! I am the lord of the seven kingdoms. I don’t take orders from savages or their sluts,” He pointed his blade right at her throat, “Do you hear me?”

He was cut off the next moment when a whip was wrapped around his neck and he was brought to the ground.

Seemed that that moment was all she’d ever had.

 You were slammed into the ground, barely being able to roll from the axe that was barrelling towards you. You got away, hearing the axe slam into the ground. You didn’t even think about your next move, your own blade coming down to try and end him.

He reached up and grabbed it, hand bleeding as he then slammed his head into your own; then throwing away your blade.

“We need to stop them!” Danny said, now beyond worried at the outcome of this.

“We can’t, Khaleesi.”  Missandei said in a dejected tone. Daenerys turned back, once again, at the cheers from the crowd as the saw you be thrown to the ground, this time rolling on the floor.

He then started to charge at you as you reached out for a weapon on the floor. He got closer, and closer, and closer, and –

He stopped, looking down at the spear that was now impaled into his person. He gasped as he tried to get some breath back. However, now, blood came out of his mouth. He then stumbled, before falling to his knees.

You then grabbed the sword, walking up to your bleeding opponent. Now, the crowd was silent. To you, it was just you and him; two people forced into this life and never given another one. He looked at you with a tired look, but one that held some morbid understanding. Understanding that either one of you would have to do this. That you had no choice in this.

You let out a cry as you swung the blade, slicing his throat open. He gargled for a moment, before finally succumbing to his wounds.

 Her brother stormed into the tent, drunkenly asking for her. He was still high on his ego, as always. He then drew his blade, pointing it at her now pregnant stomach. Her husband went to defend her, but she stopped him. She wasn’t the innocent child she was back at the start. She never was. She was a woman now, a Khaleesi.

She ordered her people to grab him and lower him to the ground. As he was, Khal Drogo heated up some gold in a pot. He let it boil as her brother cried and begged to be let go.

However, all Danny did was watch as the Khal raised the pot and poured it over her brother’s head. He cried out for a moment, before he fell on the floor as the gold cooled and became apart of him.

 You had won, and you had been taken away instantly. Danny didn’t even get a chance to see you react to winning.

“Where are they going?” She asked. Missandei seemed to not be sure how to answer.

“Where?” She asked, firmer.

“To the barracks, Khaleesi.” Was the answer.

So, that was where she went.

 You were sat in a room with barely something that seemed like a bed. It was more like a piece of hay. Despite what you had been through, this was your reward it seemed.

She knocked at your door. As you looked up at her, your eyes widened.

“You fought well.” She told you, not sure what else to say first.

“It’s what I was trained to do since pretty much birth. I’ll live here, I’ll die here.” You said morbidly.

She soaked your words in, she then remembered that moment with her brother. Hell, even before that, when she went on that walk. It was a moment to fully be alive and be a child. She saw that in yourself as well, that person that grew up without a chance.

“What if you didn’t have to,” You looked at her with confusion, but she also saw the slight hope that you were cautiously putting down just in case, “I used to think that I’d have to grow up quickly as well. That I couldn’t have a chance to be me and who I wanted to be. You deserve better than that.” She told you, with pure honesty.

You looked at her with a softer look, one that showed surprise. No one had ever told you that before. All anyone here had ever told you was that it was time to fight and what not.

“Where would I go?” She gave you a gentle smile at your question.

“To a place that I hope you’ll call home.”

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Her answer was a large room, in the place you always saw but never thought you’d enter. The place she called home. Now, you were in it, being led up the stairs and not getting the normal judging looks you’d get; instead, they were only blank ones of apathy. To be honest though, this was better than the ones that seemed to bore into your soul.

She led you up the stairs, where her throne laid. You took a moment to look at it. She turned to you with a soft smile, “You can sit on it, if you want.” You looked her at with wide eyes. She only gestured to the seat.

“Go on.” She said gently. You looked at it, before moving and slowly lowering yourself into it. You didn’t fit, obviously too small for it. But, part of you felt slightly powerful; you felt like a small child with the way your feet swung off from the seat. You even kicked them a little.

Danny only laughed at your antics, happy that you were relishing in this freedom.  She knew she couldn’t give this to everyone, but this was a start.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room.” She said, holding out her hand for you. You slowly reached your hand out, connecting her hand with your own. However, what shocked you, was that she only let you work your own pace; she didn’t yell or judge.

She silently led you through the halls until you came to a door, “This is your room.” She said, taking a step back as you put your hand to the door and slowly pushed it open.

What met you was the largest room that had ever been called your own; you even looked back at her as she stood outside the door with a smile, “It’s yours.” She assured you. You smiled at her as you took it all in.

You fell against the bed, taking a deep breath.

“I’ll let you get acquainted. I’ll see you in a little bit.” She told you, before slowly closing the door.

 She returned to her balcony, leaning on it and overlooking the city. She had made some difference. The pits were still going on, but she had helped you find some innocence. That was enough.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

I’m curious to see how Tales of Xadia balances the mage character archetypes. Like, I imagine that Sky mages have world-class agility (the attribute scale goes up to 12) while Earth mages have world-class strength. But neither one would have a martial prowess of a battle mage, which would specifically be a Sun mage thing. But then Sun mages have limited agility and strength in turn.

Should be interesting.

The fandom keeps getting surprised, it seems, because we keep trying to make everyone monolithic, and then TDP keeps giving us individuals with their own specific personal details. Perhaps it’s time we stopped thinking in archetypes. Tropes are much more fun, anyway, as the chaotic grandchildren that the archetypes have no idea how to control when their parents drop them off.

I don’t know if you remember when much of the fandom kind of assumed that Tinker was a Sunfire elf because he knew how to forge weapons, but that was a headcanon that spread out and lasted quite a while... until an interview that just casually dropped the info that the elf who had made Runaan’s and Rayla’s swords was just another Moonshadow, just like them.

Now we’ve all met Ethari, and he’s very much a Moonshadow elf, fitting into his world and expanding our understanding of it simply by being himself. Lain and Tiadrin expanded our understanding of Moonshadows, too, and now Feathershawl and Eljaal are adding even more info.

Then there are the overlaps, things that are the same in different races. Seems everyone can have a stocky craftsman: Skywings, Sunfires, Moonshadows, they all have one. (and thank you very much btw) So I imagine it’s entirely likely that mages will self-balance with a combination of crossover and individuality, just like the rest of the characters we know so far. Viren is probably similar to every other mage who fights, really. He slings his staff around very nicely, so I imagine Babukar does too.......

In fact, I wonder if having possession of a magic staff is what makes you a battle mage, for all intents and purposes. The elves from the intro pix were certainly ready to throw down. We never saw Ibis swing his staff in battle--or fight without it either--but we all know he’d be a force to be reckoned with with that Sky primal stone in his hands. Though I’m not sure how he’d handle his mage wings and his staff at the same time... he may need to choose. I hope he can make his Manus Pluma Volantis spell kick off faster than when he was showing it to Callum. That would be a time suck during battle.

Now I’m thinking about Lujanne, and how she doesn’t have a staff--that we know of, anyway. She just chills at the Moonhenge and draws runes in the air with her fingers and vibes with her spooky creations.

And I’m thinking about Aaravos, and how fast he could cast. He drew his runes two-handed, for speed. Time is of the essence in battle, and he and Viren kept a decent pace together, since they were basically two halves of a working battle mage in the S2E9 fight.

Also, hmmmm, on the subject of Agility. Winged Skywings will naturally be agile because they travel and think in three dimensions in a way the rest of the elves don’t. We’ve seen Nyx just casually spinning around like it’s entirely subconscious to do so. And if you have a winged mage like Ibis, then yes, I can see him personally being ridiculously agile!

But Rayla’s Moonshadow elf Distinction from ToX has an agility comment as well, which indicates that Moonshadows are, as a group, more agile on average than Skywings, as a group.

Skywing mages don’t necessarily come with wings, and there’s no guarantee they can all master the magewings spell, but practicing their magic means practicing their agility, right? I wonder who would be more agile in battle, then: a Skywing mage whose magic requires agility, or a Moonshadow mage whose heritage grants higher inherent agility and who dances their spells?

You know what, I don’t care who’s better. I want to see them both casting together. They’d both be delightfully amazing and so pretty to watch. Let them be battle mage buddies, please.

Also can they be Ibis and Ethari, because. Because.... they have almost the same markings on their cheeks? Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Mmhmm.

Okay, Babukar can totally come too, because, and did I mention, BATTLE MAGES.

Please, I will perish of joy watching all these bois sling magic staffs around.

Last note: I gotta admit, I’m genuinely not following you, anon, with why only Sunfire mages could be battle mages, because

what else did you think this Moonshadow dude with the magic staff was standing here for, right alongside the Sunfire battle mage?

Or this Moonshadow, with her own staff, and her own Sunfire mage ally?

Moonshadows and Sunfires are the defenders of Xadia and its borders. They’re at the border together, their symbols are in the books together. I don’t know why the other elven races don’t show up prominently (border)/at all (books). That’s a worldbuilding mystery that I’m eager to understand. But Moonshadows have a martial side to their culture, and that does include defending the border in times of need. And for whatever reason, it’s not something that Skywing mages have been shown doing. Perhaps Skywing mages fight elsewhere than the border due to Reasons?

If you use your magic in battle, you’re a battle mage. Maybe they’re not all bright and flashy, like Babukar undoubtedly is, and that’s okay. They still need to be ready to act swiftly and have a world-class skill set, and I support them all.

[shoichee]

GoMs + Kagami as Persona Users

Headcanons on the Generation of Miracles (and Kagami) if they were to become a persona user in the world of the Persona series (Kuroko and Momoi included)

@akichan-th​ THIS IS FOR YOU

Warning: KNB series spoilers !!

Kuroko Tetsuya

since his presence is nonexistent in the real world, as a phantom thief, he’d probably desire to be a noticeable hero, you know? even in the 22.5 OVA, he told Kise that passing around wasn’t fun but he was going to do it for the sake of the team

his phantom thief outfit would be flashy in a sense of maybe eye-catching color schemes, or bold patterns

his attire could be baggy/oversized navy blue/black street clothing with TASTEFUL neon-colored accents and his mask would be a neon-colored huge sports shades/goggles situation (i was about to say some trendy sunglasses but sunglasses don’t stay on at all); he’s a skater boy ???? basically??

like, his PT attire could very well be a Persona 5 Dancing in Starlight DLC outfit 👀 it has those vibes

persona element is curse and let me explain why: he doesn’t have the gifted physique like the other GoMs and he’s cursed to rely on others for him to make a difference, and his motif has always been “shadow” ALSO he’s the PHANTOM sixth player YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

he’s a front-line battler, but his skills are very support heavy: support skills that increase attack and defense for his teammates; i also wanna say he has spells that inflict dizziness ailments because in the anime, players are always losing their shit and whipping their heads around to find this tiny boy LMAO

he would definitely have a signature move that would direct all enemy attacks and status moves to himself for a set amount of turns to aid his teammates

his persona would have an extremely high Endurance and higher than average Luck stat but everything else is an all-time low

i’m going to say it, his shooting weapon is gonna be a paintball gun filled with neon paint just to fuck with the shadows and still make it HURT

code name would be “Umbra” (which means innermost part of a shadow) or “Ghost;” imagine some PT member shouting, “Oh no! Umbra’s knocked down!” and all the shadow sees is this brightass, neon kid on the floor

i would love his codename to be “Shadow” but there’s already the term shadow to describe the monsters in the metaverse

Kise Ryota

he views a “rebel” as your basic punk

since he’s a model, he knows japanese punk fashion very well

guess who’s gonna come into the metaverse being this hot ass punk boy? Kise motherfucking Ryota

black spike collar

lots of those tiny chains and harness/buckle action somewhere

ripped black leather pants that give Joker’s own leather pants a run for its money PLUS WITH SHINY BLACK BELT

lots of patchwork and stuff

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his mask would totally be a visor goggle to add further to the punk theme

part of me is biased that Kise is a blondie and “kise” is based off of “yellow” and Ryuji is blonde and so now i headcanon him as the electric element

okay, but since he’s an “all-rounder” he’ll probably be able to access mid-tier level attacks of all elements, including almighty to an extent

but if i was basing his element off of personality, he’d be ice for sure; he’s actually cold-hearted to people whom he doesn’t consider “worthy” and the anime only showed his friendly side because most of the time, he’s shown talking to his friends and people he respects

speaking of all-rounder, his stats would be all high all around, with his Magic stat peaking the highest

Midorima Shintarou

this boy is a bit tricky to figure out what his PT attire would be

he doesn’t have any time to think about “what he would be as a rebel” type of thing

however, if he were to desire to become something, i’d say he would want to be a supernatural being who can distribute good luck for himself every day

think of those JRPG wizard/mage/warlock outfit motifs (and they match up nicely with the idea of astrology and horoscopes); probably lots of brown/beige/hues of green scheme? or a black/various colors of purple for a FULL on witch vibe

it makes sense too because as someone who always shoots from afar and never dunks, mage classes always cast from afar and never attack up close to their opponent

and his frog puppets remind me of a witch’s animal familiars LMAO

there you have it

his mask would be a dark dark purple or a pure black domino mask that has little stars littered sparingly everywhere on said mask

his shooting weapon? my guy is stacked on staves ready to cast long-range spells

wind element for sure (because his basketball shots all catch air with lots of hang time | (• ◡•)|) with tons of gun skills

signature move would be a magic skill that never misses no matter what (his range is the entire metaverse)

his persona stats are also pretty well rounded but his highest stats would be Magic and Luck, with Endurance being a close runner up

Aomine Daiki

also hard to figure out a PT attire for this guy

according to KUROFES, his alternative career would be a police officer so i would think he despises criminals and the Phantom Thieves altogether ?

if anything, he’s more suited for the S.E.E.S. investigation team in Persona 3

Aomine doesn’t give a fuck, but he has a soft spot to protect others so like having a gun evoker definitely suits him more than a mask summon BRJWBDJW

i see him as a fire element, but his persona would have a lot more physical skills than anything else

bonus: since he used to be Kuroko’s “light,” he can have some mid-tier level bless skills

to make a reference his “formless” shots and forms, as well as his rapid changes of pace, his signature move would be a 5-hit physical skill that changes targets with every hit

statwise, his Agility stat is the highest out of everyone in the GoM, and his Strength and Endurance would be runner up stats; his Magic stat would be extremely dismal

Murasakibara Atsushi 

this guy thinks about nothing but food and how he hates Teppei-species people basketball, so honestly he’s not interested in the Phantom Thieves business

like what? Murasakibara dressed in a getup? it’s a big “press X to doubt”

so i envision him to be more suitable for Persona 4, where he has to confront the other self that loves basketball and truly does care about people, and he had to be honest and accept that side for him to attain a persona

would he ever go back to the said “persona world” to go fight some shadows? unless there’s a good reason why he should or you bribed him with snacks, he won’t budge an inch

just give this man a Persona 4 school uniform and he’s ready to fight

his persona would primarily have physical skills, with lots of “wall” support skills, element “break” skills, and lots of passive skills (lots of nulls/resists) available for it to learn

highest stat for him would be Strength, then Endurance, and surprisingly have Agility as the runner up

he’s a huge tank of a persona user

Akashi Seijuro

i’ve talked about his PT outfit in this headcanon here, including his mask and why

hear me out, since this man is good at everything in school, and since there are archery clubs in Japanese schools, i wouldn’t be surprised if he was a Robin Hood with the scopes; what am i tryna say? his shooting weapon would be bow & arrows

i feel like people would automatically think he’s a bless/curse element like Akechi since “he has two sides,” but i feel like it’s not exactly right? if anything, i headcanon him to be more of a psychokinesis element

why? i want to attribute that to his emperor’s eye and his perfect passings, both each specialties from their respective “sides” of Akashi, and that requires extreme precision, almost to the level of “telepathy”

there’s also everyone thinking he can see the future too i mean

in the end, Akashi’s dual sides merged into one again, so having a whole bless/curse element wouldn’t even make sense anymore

but i will say, this man deserves to have a persona with almighty skills back to back

this guy isn’t the captain for no reason

so his persona would utilize psychokinesis and almighty skills, with special buff skills that increase critical rates for his allies (to refer to the fact that his passings enhance other players); his persona would also enjoy a large selection of passive skills to choose from to either be ultimate support or ultimate offensive sweeper

to also reiterate from the mentioned headcanon i linked, his code name would either be “Crimson” or “Scarlet”

his persona is a literal glass cannon, referring to the fact that Akashi is actually a mentally fragile basketball player; extremely high Strength, Magic, and Agility (but not as high as Aomine though) stats, average Luck stat, but extremely low Endurance stat

Momoi Satsuki

Momoi, i think, would envision herself in the metaverse as someone who’s never underestimated because of her usual demeanor or physical looks

even me, i got fooled thinking she was just only a fanservice girl and not this incredibly intelligent girl who was critical to her teams’ successes

so i would think she would imagine herself to be in a huge respectable position of power, like a lieutenant or general, who can command others and strategize to victory

her outfit would be similar to the attire from the Assassin’s Faith set from Love Nikki with the black Army Floppy Hat from the Army Major set on top (also from Love Nikki) 

color scheming i can imagine a lot of black/white with gold trimmings/accents here and there

her mask is a Venetian eye mask i can literally see it; it’s so pretty with the gold plating !!

her role would definitely be a navigator + analyzer/tactician from the backlines, so while she isn’t in the battle most of the times, if worse comes to shove, she’ll be in the frontlines as a last resort

in other words, she’s a Futaba, but she isn’t a sitting duck and can fight if needed

she has an incredible Luck stat, higher than average Agility stat, but average stats for the rest (Magic, Strength, and Endurance)

ailment, healing, support, and buff skills are all at her disposal, along with some gun skills (which can definitely be broken when paired with her high Luck stat)

“Duchess” (a woman having a noble rank) would be a really cute codename for her

Kagami Taiga

why do i literally see him as a shinobi (ninja)

i have no idea why i do, but i think it’s just his name:

“While Kagami's name is associated with the ‘tiger’, Himuro's name means ‘dragon’. In Chinese mythology, the Azure Dragon of the East and the White Tiger of the West are eternal rivals. This rivalry is further expressed in their surnames: ‘Hi (氷)’ means ‘ice’ while ‘Ka (火)’ translates as ‘fire’.” - KNB wiki

so i literally see both Himuro and Kagami as rival clans duking it out

jokes aside, Kagami is a very honorable player, but he did at one point exhibited a “darker side” to himself, playing selfishly and being arrogant in the beginning

shinobis were considered to be “dishonorable” and “beneath the honor” of the samurai in their eras, so i feel that this could be a great image for what Kagami thinks is a “rebel” 

being a ninja would make use of his jumping skills too

i imagine him in a fitted black halter neck top (so his abs are for us to see), with an iconic long red scarf wrapping his neck and hanging down to his waist at the back side

black forearm guards/wraps?

and then he has mahogany/dark red??/black???? loose cloth wrapped around his waist, like how you would tie a jacket over your waist ?? and then black nu-bakama pants and finally some dark boots for those pants to be tucked in

no one can convince me otherwise, but he’s gotta have a red full-face oni mask with black horns and some golden tiger stripes on the sides of the mask and around the eyes

HIS PERSONA ELEMENT IS BLESS BECAUSE HE IS KUROKO’S “LIGHT”

he would totally have some almighty skills and “Heat Riser,” a move that raises all of the user’s attack, defense, and accuracy/evasiveness (because the colors of the move’s animation remind me of Direct Drive Zone, something that was pretty much unlocked by Kagami for the team)

his persona is one of the OP/late game personas where all their stats are amazing across the board; even if his stats were high all around, his “lowest” would be his Luck stat

codename for him is “Tiger” no one cannot argue with me for this one NRNEIJFEO

[metamelonisle]

assorted headcanons i have (fandoms involved: Kirby, Super Mario, Sonic, Smash)

mayro hcs:

Within the three central characters of SMB, the order of weakest to strongest is: Mario -> Peach -> Bowser. Bowser is an incredibly strong beast of a king, and has the magical prowess to match. Peach is able to match Bowser in terms of magical power, as she is usually the one who undoes all of his magic at the end of the game. However, she’s still physically weaker than Bowser (it’s not because she’s weak though. It’s just that no one is as strong as Bowser). Judging from how she’s playable in some games, she is just as physically strong and agile as Mario is, which puts her dead center between Mario and Bowser. Mario is the weakest, as he has no magic of his own, and outside of external aid (Powerups, Caps, Power Stars, FLUDD, Luma, Cappy) he really only has his acrobatic skills (which admittedly, are pretty impressive) and his wits. From what I remember, Mario has never beaten Bowser in a direct straight fight. He’s always either A. aided by an external force (like powerups or friends) or uses the environment to his advantage to circumvent the power difference (like the Axe in SMB or the brick-block floor in SMB3). Peach is as strong as Mario physically and Bowser magically, but usually gets kidnapped because Bowser never plays fair (using multiple people to capture her, using sneak attacks, i mean, i’d be surprised if he didnt employ an ultimatum of “get in the koopa klown car, or i’m eating mushroom stew tonight! Gwah ha ha!”)

Dr mario is mario’s dad. he is the main protagonist of DK 81, mario bros 83 (alongside his twin brother Luigi, Sr.) and the first Dr. Mario, and the main antagonist of DK’s Circus and DK Jr.. He dated the Lady from DK 81 (no relation to pauline) but nothing came of it. his significant other/mario jr and luigi jr.’s mother is unknown, if they are even the same person. He is still practicing medicine to this day and is a vetetan in Smash, having attended every game since Melee as a fighter but Brawl and attended every game since 64 to cheer on his sons. (Don’t ask me who nurse peach is idk yet also DM64 and DMW are different)

there are two Mad Pianos. One is a mechanical trap made by Boos (64) and the other one is a real piano possessed by Boos (DS).

the Unagi from 64 suffers from anxiety and is more afraid of Mario than anything else. Peach thinks very fondly of them.

Sonic sometimes asks Mario to babysit Classic Sonic (the one from Mania) and as a result they get along pretty well. CS regards mario as a kind of “cool older brother/father figure” and Mario just thinks he’s adorable. They do extreme sports together

kriby hcs:

bandana dee is nonbinary (he/them)

king dedede probably runs a memepage on facebook about how great he is (it has 3 followers)

dmk listens to linkin park and considers them to be “way better than whatever that punk listens to”

the four otherworldy kings (parallel woods, parallel kracko, parallel meta knight and parallel dedede) are still alive for some reason and HOO ARE THEY MAD (at kirby & co specifically. they’ve chilled out regarding anyone else but if they see the dream friends or that cheeky piece of gum it’s ON SIGHT)

Kracko is related to dark matter in some form. i dont know how but they are. they’re suspicious. also kracko is scared of shrek bc they saw that one tumblr post where he eats lightning then reaches into his bag for the gun that kills clouds

dark nebula has two interpretations: first is mine: an extremely overconfident and egotistical blob of dark energy that thinks he’s lucifer. he talks with a disgusting amount of prose and a fake vague european accent bc he thinks it makes him sound refined. he calls himself names like “the lord of darkness” and “the beast within us all” and stuff and tries to get people to sell their souls to him. the thing is, he’s weak. like, PATHETICALLY weak compared to most beings on popstar. he were actually locked in a box by someone in response to being given a “proposal” to be his servant and herald. (that “someone” may or may not have been Galacta Knight) the other interpretation is that they’re a chaotic and malevolent demon with a very intense friendliness with nothing behind the eye. (like bill cipher, or tom cruise.) they got locked in a box bc Zero made them and was like “you are a mistake” and locked them in a box so they wouldn’t have to deal with them. it’s unclear if they resent zero for this and may be unaware of their existence entirely. When entities are killed, they release all of their power in a big explosion. this is why enemies “pop” when they are defeated, why mid-bosses violently explode after a while, and why bosses explode multiple times and then vanish in one last big one. the more powerful the entity and the more energy they retain at the time of death, the more powerful the explosion. This is largely the reason why Void Termina was sealed in the Jamba Heart instead of being slain by the heroes of yore, as the resulting explosion might destroy the entire galaxy. It is theorized that if Galacta Knight were to take his own life, the resulting explosion would irreversibly devastate the universe. (this remains unproven, as he only dies after being extremely worn down and eventually fatally wounded by Meta Knight.) 

galacta knight is one of the heroes of yore who defeated and sealed void before the series started. people feared and demonized him because of his power, and it made him scared he might accidentally hurt innocent people as a result. he became a hermit and wondered how he could neutralize himself as a threat to the world, and ultimately decided the best choice was to seal himself away in a crystal. Whenever he is unsealed he is extremely upset (as he considers himself a living WMD who’s very presence presents an immediate danger to everyone around him), and fights whoever he believes unsealed him (as since they revived him, they must have known about him, and why else would anyone unseal the greatest warrior in the galaxy if they’re not gonna use him as a weapon/attack dog?) He eventually dies for good in ironically, his first appearance, at the very end of Meta Knightmare Ultra. When he is beaten by Meta Knight, he’s lost so much power and strength that he can finally let go, realizing that with warriors like Meta Knight around, not only is he no longer a danger, but he can rest easily knowing that the galaxy is in safe hands. Finally at peace, Galacta Knight dies, releasing an explosion on par with Nova’s. Due to the way time works, Galacta Knight is fated to survive everything that happens to him up until his very last fight with Meta Knight in Ultra. He has known that he would die in a duel to the death with a winged masked knight in the stars since the days of yore, and used to frequently exploit the law of Forgone Conclusion up until the sealing of Void. Post-Seal, he began to believe the vision he saw was symbolic rather than literal, believing that this masked knight likely represents the darkness within his heart, and that his “death” actually meant his inevitable snapping and descent into fallen heroism and wanton destruction. When he finally sees Meta Knight in Robobot, he does not actually recognize him until he’s been badly wounded, but still escapes, as they’re not in the right place yet. He is elated to realize that the vision of the future is not describing his fall, but his actual death. When MKU finally rolls around, Galacta is hopeful (which is likely why he doesn’t kill Nova like he did with SD), as he’s knows going to die, which means the universe will be safe. Knowing that this is his last dance, he pulls out all of the stops to give Meta Knight the greatest fight he can before he croaks. When the final blow is struck, he loses control of his wings and is flung around by muscle spasms, but is able to regain control long enough to relish in his defeat. Galacta Knight and Hyness are not the only currently living heroes of yore. Given that Gooey, a piece of Dark Matter who is very loving and friendly, is clearly able to not only receive love, but give it as well, I think that all Dark Matter is capable of it, except for Zero, and possibly Miracle Matter. (I’d be willing to give them a chance, though.) They are unable to tap into their positive emotions because of their loyalty to Zero. This has changed as of Kirby 64: The Crystal Shards and Kirby Star Allies. After Zero’s death in 64 and Void’s purification in Allies, all remaining Dark Matter is free to do as they please without Zero to tell them what to do. Most have disappeared, but four major members remain. Gooey, Void, Miracle Matter, and Dark Matter Swordsman. He was the first Dark Matter to realize that he cared about others when post DL3, he questioned why he was so adamant to fight Kirby and Gooey even when it could have easily resulted in his death. He ultimately came to the conclusion that it was because he genuinely cared about Zero, and his intense loyalty to him was a result of that. Until Void’s purification, DMS hung around Gooey frequently, as they’re really the only family he has left. After Void’s purification, he was elated to learn that Zero had effectively come back, but now able to give love as well as receive it. He’s a little sad Void doesn’t remember his time as Zero, and as such doesn’t remember him, but believes it’s for the best that Void is not burdened by his past mistakes. His relation to Miracle Matter is unknown.  Now that Void has been purified and DMS has embraced his positive emotions, they are no longer weak to the Love-Love stick or the Rainbow Sword. As such, the Love-Love Stick has been disassembled back into the heart stars and returned to their owners, and the Rainbow Sword is currently in the possession of DMS, having replaced his old sword. Similarly to all native Dream Landers becoming animate yarn outlines in Patch Land, all native Patch Landers become animate three-dimensional plushies in Dream Land. The bosses from Kirby’s Epic Yarn are still around. Even Yin-Yarn is still alive! (but Shhhh don’t tell anybody its a secret) They’re doing a lot better now that Yin-Yarn isn’t around/active to boss them around. Fangora- Mostly just vibes in Weird Woods. They’re a lot less hostile then they used to be, so give em’ a visit! They’d love to eat-er... Meet you! Squashini- Still performs magic. He uses a weird mix of stage magic and actual magic and occasionally performs in Dream Land. He’s especially popular on Halloween! Hot Wings- Continues to look after her chicks in Hot Land, although they’re adolescents at this point rather than babies. She’s cooled down in terms of intensity and has begun to warm up to visitors, but only really trusts Fluff and Kirby. In Dream Land, her fire is cloth, but still burns like real fire. She has occasionally been known to barbecue as of late, complete with a cheesy apron and cheesier jokes. This has made her popular in Patch Land but she mostly just cooks for friends or her kids. Most of the time they just forage. Calimari- Resents Double Bubble and the Fuzz for ruining his cap, and has made himself a new one. He continues to hoard treasure, and will pickpocket anyone who comes by him. He could theoretically make a fortune with his knitting skills, but is too lazy to do so. A really good way to piss him off is to tell him he looks like a potato. He will hurt you. Meta Knight and Dedede - Oh You Know Fluff once ate an entire bar of ZOTE he found in Kirby’s laundry room and no one noticed until it was too late

idk there’ll probably be more but i’m kinda tired rn. feel free to add or edit as you please. i’m bad at being consistent i think so help is greatly appreciated 

[ahumanintraining]

early morning practice when the boys are out sleeping, the girls are out to play. (katara/suki) also found on ao3

...

Katara is always up first — at least between Aang and Sokka — so while gathering tinder for the morning fire, she’s surprised to find another soul awake at the crack of dawn.

Must be Suki, she thinks, hearing soft grunts and a flurry of dirt. Katara heads in the direction of the noise, stepping through the bramble and ducking under a few tree branches, finally coming to a clearing in the woods. And as expected, she spots Suki just ahead, practicing stances and fighting sequences.

Katara can’t help but stare, watching Suki drive through the motions of her drill.

In fact, she never really could help but stare ever since meeting Suki and the other Kyoshi Warriors. Not only has it been a long time Katara has seen other women her age, but Katara has also never seen such a formidable martial force made up of solely women. Then again, the further Katara travels, the more she realizes home at the South Pole is much more traditional than she ever thought.

Suki moves elegantly, naturally, confidently — like a dance to a song. One that Katara can’t hear but that she can see when she follows Suki’s rhythm. Suki’s experience is evident in her practice; her chi blossoms into her attacks, withdraws into her defensive stances. She surges forward with a snap of her fans, swings back with a long sweep of her legs.

It’s mesmerizing.

Suki must notice Katara, because she closes her sequences with a quick bow, then lifting her head to flash a grin in Katara’s direction. Caught, Katara awkwardly walks forward, pretending she just happened to be passing by and definitely wasn’t just staring this entire time.

Suki doesn’t seem to care one way or the other, stepping toward Katara and waving hello. Now that Suki is closer, Katara sees the glint of a fresh coat of sweat over her forehead and the light blush over her cheeks from her recent exercise.

“You’re up early,” Suki remarks, wiping her forehead with a rag and throwing it over her shoulder.

Quietly, Katara notes how different Suki looks without the standard Warrior make-up. Suki still, of course, has her bright blue eyes and a big warm smile, but her face seems so much softer in absence of the sharp red eye shadow and pale white foundation.

“I’m usually up before everyone else,” Katara replies, before adding, “Well, at least I’m up before the boys.”

Suki laughs. “I’m always up early too. The morning is the best time to get anything done. On Kyoshi Island, the morning is the only interrupted time we have to train and to be at peace with our own mind and bodies. The rest of the day we’re fulfilling other people’s demands and requests, so it’s hard to carve out time for ourselves.” She folds her arms over her chest, smiling. “But just because I’m traveling with you and the others for the time being doesn’t mean I take a break from training though!”

“Haha, yeah,” Katara agrees, returning the smile.

Suki points her chin at Katara’s empty hands. “What were you up to this morning?”

Katara stutters. “O-Oh, I was just collecting some tinder and kindling for the fire, and then...” She trails off, omitting she got distracted. “And well, I guess I bumped into you!”

“Ah, well just in time then!” Suki exclaims. “I just got finished with my routine, so I’m more than happy to help you out.”

“Oh!” Katara replies, her heart suddenly pounding. “Thank you. That would be really nice. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, no problem!” Suki says, motioning for Katara to go forward. “Lead the way.”

And so the two of them walk deeper into the woods, occasionally bending down to pick up dried leaves, scraps of bark, and twigs as they find fit. Silence befalls the two of them, outside of the occasional crack of branches under their feet and the growing chirping of wildlife around them. While this quiet doesn’t seem to bother Suki all too much, Katara finds herself more and more uncomfortable, feeling increasingly pressured to talk. Not so infrequently, Katara steals a glance at Suki, watching for a seemingly un-awkward opportunity to start conversation.

She never really finds a moment, though, mostly because — as she’s beginning to realize — she’s the only one feeling awkward.

“It’s really nice to have another girl on the team,” Katara suddenly blurts. “I mean, I know you’re just traveling with us for just a little bit and that you eventually have to go back to Kyoshi Island, but for the time being it’s really nice.”

“Of course — the fact that the three of you stumbled all this way down to Kyoshi Island while trying to find Omashu only means that you were quite lost. I couldn’t not just let you three go on your way without at least setting you in the right direction.”

Katara laughs, stooping down to pick up a choice kindling twig. “But really. It’s nice to have another girl to travel with,” she reiterates, then confesses, “I feel like there’s things that the guys just don’t get, and honestly sometimes I feel like I can get closer to another girl than I can to another guy.”

“Yeah, I understand,” Suki agrees, nodding. “I think women have certain shared experiences, and there’s less sexism that you have to explain. Girls are nice to be around.” Then she looks over at Katara cheekily, then winks. “And I think girls are just prettier — don’t you think?”

Katara nearly chokes on her spit, forcing it into a hard laugh. “Yeah,” she agrees. “Prettier.”

Her eyes turn to Suki again as Suki bends down to pick up some clumps of dried grass, sifting out the dirt on it.

Suki’s right after all, she thinks. Girls are pretty — especially Suki herself. There’s not much comparison for Suki’s thick auburn hair and perfectly arched eyebrows and thick pink lips. Not only is Suki exceptional in looks, but she’s also a warrior, strong and capable of fighting off Fire Nation soldiers even without bending. It’s easy for Katara to understand why Sokka had been so lovestruck for the past few nights, trying to spend as much time with Suki as possible or talking about her every chance he got when she wasn’t around.

Briefly, Katara wonders if she herself is pretty — well, specifically if Suki thinks so. Of course, Katara doesn’t think she’ll ever be as pretty as Suki, but she can’t help but wonder what the older girl thinks of her. Suki is most certainly remarkable to Katara, almost to the point where Katara sometimes can’t tell if she’s inspired by her or if she’s jealous of her or if…

Maybe she should wake up early and have a training routine so that she can be as fit and agile as Suki. Or maybe she should wink more too because when Suki winked at her that was really —

“What do you think about this?” Suki suddenly asks her, presenting a broken end of a branch. “Kinda too big for kindling, right?”

Abruptly pulled from her thoughts, Katara answers immediately without discretion. “I’m sure it’s fine!” she affirms quickly.

Of course, on second glance at the aforementioned branch, it looks much too thick to burn easily, but Katara says nothing as Suki tucks it together with the rest of her bunch of collected kindling in her palm. A moment passes where Katara deliberates telling Suki this, but by the time those seconds elapse, it’s much too late to correct herself now without undue embarrassment.

Ugh, focus, Katara, she tells herself.

This serves difficult to do, however, while Katara’s mind is going a mile a minute. Ultimately, Suki ends up gathering about double of whatever Katara has collected.  

“Well, I think we’ve gotten enough for now, what do you think?” Suki asks, stopping to stretch. Katara passively notes how flexible Suki is, watching her back arch into a neat curve, then looks away when Suki meets her eyes again, stepping towards her to check the amount of tinder and kindling in Katara’s hands. “Yeah, I think we have enough to last us for the day,” she remarks. “And the next time we camp we’ll still be in woodlands so no worries about tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Katara agrees, then startles as Suki’s hand nears her.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not trying to steal your hard work!” Suki chuckles, stretching out her sweat rag between the two of them. “Put it into here so it’s easier for us to carry back,” she suggests, dropping her collected wood into the cloth.

“You’re not worried about your rag getting dirty?”

Suki waves her hand at her. “Oh no, not at all. I’ve been putting off cleaning this for a long time, so it’s ultra sweaty. This will make me clean it after we get back to camp.”

And so Katara places her bundle of twigs and assorted branches in with the rest. Suki folds the cloth in half, wrapping everything up into a neat tie and slinging it over her shoulder.

“I’ll carry this back,” Suki offers.

“Thanks,” Katara replies, looking toward the sky, now quite a bit brighter blue than when the two of them first started out. “I guess we should head back now.”

“Yeah, maybe the guys will finally be awake,” she teases, making Katara laugh.

They turn back in the direction they came from. Following their own path back is easy — with two people, their trail is not difficult to discern from the rest of the forest, and they have a clear walk back to camp.

This is very different from Katara’s mind, which is very unclear and very cluttered with thoughts — and once again the silence grows ever more awkward for Katara. Thankfully for Katara, this time Suki disrupts the silence.

“This was fun, just wandering around with you,” she says then.

Katara smiles. “Yeah,” she agrees, then softly adds, “I wish you were around for a little longer.”

“I’ll be around at least for the next couple of days,” Suki replies, brightly. “We’ll have plenty of early mornings to ourselves.” She gives Katara a nudge to the shoulder. “Right?”

“Yeah, maybe we’ll get to do more girly things together,” Katara says.

Suki laughs out loud. “If by girly things, you mean training, then yes! You’re more than welcome to hang out with me in the morning.”

Katara feels a blush come over her cheeks. “Well, I guess, I also meant things like... talking about things.”

“Ah,” Suki says, recognition flashing over her eyes. “I see now. You mean you want to talk about relationships and love and all that stuff.” Then after a moment, she asks, “Have you been in a relationship before?”

“No,” Katara replies, almost guiltily. “I guess I’ve been traveling for so long, just my brother and me, there wasn’t much time for relationships or honestly any people either. I mean, Sokka has been able to catch a few dates here and there, but me? I haven’t even had my first kiss.”

“You’ve never had a kiss?” Suki asks, her eyebrow raising.

Katara gulps. “Uh. No.”

A pause.

“Would you like one?”

Katara laughs nervously. “I don’t know anyone that wants to kiss me.”

“Well, I’m sure there’s a lot of people out there that want to kiss a pretty waterbender like you.”

Pretty?

She thinks I’m pretty, Katara thinks. Her heart may have skipped a beat too.

“I-I think you’re pretty too!” Katara confesses. Shyly, she looks up to Suki but finds Suki’s eyes staring straight at her.  

“Alright. Maybe I’m not being clear,” Suki says, with a coy smile. “But I’d like to kiss you.”

Katara freezes, stopping mid-step.

“I… I thought you... and Sokka...”

“Yeah, your brother’s cute,” Suki affirms, then nods at her. “But so are you.”

“You’ll... you’ll kiss me?”

“Yes, silly. I just told you that I would.”

Katara blinks, unsure what to do — or how to react, honestly. “I…” but she trails off without a proper response.

Suki tilts her head curiously. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Does she want to kiss Suki?! Katara nearly drops dead at the question — no one has ever asked her such an intimate question so bluntly and it’s honestly refreshing.

Does she want to kiss Suki? She’s never thought about it before, but she also is very excited by the idea. Should she want to kiss Suki? Does it matter if she wants to kiss Suki? And why is this such a hard question to answer?

And yet, the answer comes so easily.

“Yeah,” Katara replies, albeit in a small voice. “I do.”

Suki’s grin grows wider, and she rests her hands on her knees, leaning in until her face is right there.

“Well, then what are you waiting for?” she asks.

Katara can’t tell if she’s still breathing. “I just… I’ve never done this before.”

Suki nods and then straightens out. “Oh, there’s nothing to it,” she says. “Practice round then. No expectations. I’ll even teach you.”

Suki drops the slinged cloth of kindling to the ground, then outstretches both her arms to invite Katara in. Katara, as if magnetized, feels her feet moving her closer, one slow step at a time. Once she’s within arm range, Suki suddenly pulls her in, bringing her into her orbit. Her embrace is strong and secure and Katara silently gasps, taking a quick inhale. Suki smells like fresh earth after a long evening rain, smells like cool morning dew.

Suki then meets her eyes. “What’s the most important thing in a fight?”

Caught off guard, Katara confusedly looks at her. “Huh?” What kind of question is —

“Alright, fine. Not fight then, when bending. What’s the most important thing in bending?”

“Your... your stance?”

“Exactly,” Suki says. “Stance is foundational to everything, including kissing. You want to stand your ground and be present. No one likes a weak kiss.”

Katara straightens her feet and Suki hums in approval.

“And for you, since you’re shorter than me,” she continues, placing a hand at the small of Katara’s back, “you want to tilt your hips forward a little — that’ll naturally bring your body closer to me.”

As Katara does this, she inadvertently feels the rest of her back straightening as well, and suddenly she realizes how aligned her face and lips are to Suki’s face and lips. Suki doesn’t seem shattered by this revelation as much as Katara is, and as confident as ever, Suki glides her free hand up to the back of Katara’s neck, cradling the back of her head with a firm yet gentle grip.

“Second most important thing is your grip,” she then says. “See how it doesn’t matter what way your head turns, you’ll always be facing me?”

Katara nods, feeling a buzz rising in her chest.

“So whatever direction you go, I follow,” she explains. Suki then looks down at Katara’s hands, curled and crumpled into her chest. “Your hands don’t look too comfortable there. Why don’t you change your grip?”

Hesitantly, Katara unfolds her hands, quickly realizing how close they are to… well, more intimate parts. Ignoring the heat that flushes to her face, she slides her hands up, her fingertips meeting the slope of Suki’s neck and her thumbs resting against her collarbones.

Suki laughs softly, and Katara can feel the vibration of her voice at her fingers.

“You can rest your hands down on me, you know?” she says. “And it’s okay if you want to put your hands a little higher, or even if you want to use a little more pressure. I don’t mind a little danger.”

“Okay.” And Katara relaxes her shoulders, letting her hands fully flatten over Suki’s skin. Suki’s skin is warm and soft, her body sturdy and resolved.

This position is so nice, Katara thinks. Forget the kiss. She can be very happy just standing her like this for a while. It’s incredible how something as simple as holding each other can derive as much… fulfilment? content? Is there a word that can describe how floridly her heart pounds, how light her breath feels?

Suki’s eyes, meeting hers again, breaks Katara out of her small reverie.

“Now,” Suki continues, “the last thing is to just close your eyes… and lean in.”

“Okay...” Katara says, her voice now a whisper.

Suki chuckles softly. “Why don’t you try that then?”

Katara nods, swallowing hard. And then, she closes her eyes and leans in.

Their lips touch, and at first Katara thinks to pull back, but Suki also presses in and — well, everything is soft and comforting. Warm. This feels more natural than Katara expected, and certainly more delightful than any grown-up novel (that Katara has pulled from her grandmother’s top bookshelves) can describe. Maybe one, or maybe ten, heartbeats pass, and Katara pulls back, worrying that maybe she’s been on Suki’s lips for too long.

She withdraws, and her eyes snap open. Suki’s eyes are right there in front of hers.

“How was that?” Suki murmurs.

“It was nice,” Katara replies. “Really nice.”

Suki smiles. “You want another one?”

Katara leans in without another word. This time, Katara is more confident, and she takes a step in, tilting her head to the right to angle her lips more flush over Suki’s mouth. Suki returns the effort, and Katara can’t help the small hum that comes from the back of her throat. She presses her body against Suki, grips her neck tighter, and applies all the awe and fascination she feels toward Suki against her lips…

“Mmm...” Suki says, slowly pulling away. “We should get back, don’t you think?”

Katara’s eyes flutter open, and she finds herself sighing. “Yeah,” she agrees softly, keeping her hands on Suki for one last second before bringing them back to herself. She folds her fingers together.

Suki reaches down to pick up the kindling. “You’re a fast learner,” Suki says. “Maybe another morning we can wake up early and practice some more? What do you think?”

“Yeah,” Katara agrees. “Wish you were around for a little longer.”

At this, Suki laughs, then reaches over Katara’s shoulders, pulling in to kiss her on the cheek. Katara giggles, placing a hand over where Suki kissed her, feeling a flush coming over her cheeks.

The buzz of Suki’s kiss lasts on Katara’s cheek lasts all the way back to camp.

By the looks of it, Aang and Sokka are finally awake. Aang busily picks berries off of bush branches they saved from the night before, throwing the bunch into a small bowl next to him and gentling shooing Momo away from stealing extra portions. Sokka is on his hands and knees, flattening the canvas out as much as possible with his weight, every now and then letting out a groan and resting a hand on his lower back.

Sokka looks up when he sees Katara and Suki approach the campfire pit. At first, his eyes are narrowed — probably lamenting about having to break down their tents all on his own — but upon seeing Suki, his brow smoothes out and the corner of his mouth perks up into a smirk.

“What were you girls up to doing all this time?” Sokka asks. Katara can hear the obvious effort of swagger dripping in his voice.  “Some girly things?”

“Oh, you know, just picking up some wood for the fire,” Suki answers, without a beat. Then she casts a look over at Katara, the shadow of a smile on her lips. “Yeah. Girly things.”

Katara bites her lip, ducking her head down to start unloading some of the tinder.

“Ah, nice, thanks,” Aang calls out, floating over to a large pot behind them with a gust of wind. “I was just about ready with this stew, so we can just cook it, eat, and get going.”

“Exactly,” Suki replies, pulling out flint from her pocket. “We have plenty of ground to cover today so everyone’s gotta eat up.”

She motions to Katara to place down some tinder onto the firepit, which Katara does. One, two strikes and a spark catches onto some of the dried leaves. Quickly, Katara feeds some pine needles to the smoke, and once it grows into small flame, she props a clump of a dried grass directly onto the fire.

Soon enough, they have the makings of a very healthy fire at their hands. Katara and Suki take turns picking and choosing the kindling to feed it, watching their fire grow.

Suki fishes out the broken end of branch that she picked out in the woods. She waves it in Katara’s vision field.

“Remember this one?” Suki asks her. “Let’s see if this branch was too big after all.”

Ah, right. Katara nearly forgot about that. She really should have just said something, rather than just letting it all go by.

Suki throws it into the fire, and Katara holds her breath, anticipating the branch to out its side of the flame.

But it doesn’t. The branch burns, just as easily as the other kindling, and their fire burns as ever warm and bright.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Share a Lair 10 || Upgraded

Charlotte was extremely excited about Henry’s advancement results. He was now featured on Hero Tracks, and she was THE FIRST person to follow him! Hero Tracks was one of her favorite forms of social media. Hero Tracks (while mentioned before, hasn’t been explained, so… let’s).

Hero Tracks served as a progress and news tracker for your favorite heroes. General updates were for the public, but if you follow a hero, you get more updates and if you’re on the friends list, you get to see their own posts, read DETAILS that they would trust friends with. 

Charlotte generally followed and friended every hero that she met. Henry wasn’t previously on Hero Tracks, because he thought that sidekicks with tracks were lame. “Their hero has a page that has AND and features them. Getting a separate account is try hard,” he told her. So, whenever the Hero League reported his results to him, (which also gets sent to Charlotte, simultaneously), she posted his account from the Tower, followed the account, and congratulated him. Shortly afterwards, Max sent a friend request, which she accepted on Henry’s behalf, and Max also congratulated Henry, “Good  going! Hope this means you’ll move out soon!” She laughed and shook her head. She actually wanted the two of them to possibly work together at some point… and she wished that maybe they could train together. She nonchalantly dropped these desires to both of them at different times, subtly. Max definitely took it in. Henry shot her down.

But. A few days later, Henry received a message from the Hero League.

“I can’t believe my life,” Henry said, disappointed.

Charlotte glanced over and wondered, “What’s happened?” He shoved his phone to her and she read, then cheered, “Max is gonna be your Hero League appointed mentor and trainer?!? Lucky you!” She gave him the phone back with a huge smile. “I’m so proud of this.”

“You had something to do with this, didn’t you?”

“I told Max the same things that I told you and I guess he cared, because that message says that he personally requested this… and Henry… That is remarkable. He’s got global hero status. Henry… This could rocket your hero career.”

He sighed. He knew these things. He still didn’t like it. This meant that he sort of would have to report to Max… and… he still worked for Captain Man. When would he have PEACE, in this arrangement? He groaned and left her workspace to go call Jasper and complain to him about it. HE’D offer some type of empathy for Henry’s plight.

.

Honestly, it wasn’t bad being under Max’s mentorship and training. Henry found that even though he hated being around him casually, Max was pretty professional and patient with teaching him stuff. Sometimes, Henry could see in his expressions that he thought Henry should know more and was silently judging him for it. But, the one time that he brought it up, Max corrected him by saying, “I’m actually judging Captain Man. It’s almost like he never wanted you to take over for him… or maybe Swellview is too small for your talents. That’s also possible. Hiddenville was definitely too small for mine, and you’re under my wings now, so… your possibilities broaden.” Max gave him a sincere smile, then clapped his hands once and said, “Back to acrobatics lessons!”

Max was… a brilliant fighter! Henry was super impressed with his abilities, agility, and versatility. And, he wouldn’t say it yet, but he was truly grateful for the opportunity to work so closely with him. Also, he was seeing Max a lot differently. Whenever he was satisfied with Henry’s training progress, he said that he would select assignments to bring him on. ASSIGNMENTS. With SuperMax! Henry was not going to fanboy over it… openly. He just wanted to work hard, prove himself, and venture on those opportunities.

.

Piper decided a get together was in order, because since Henry began training with Max, he hadn’t been in Swellview as much. Hero League business took precedence over Swellview business and Max refuted several of Captain Man’s refusals to let Henry off for various reasons. Max’s requests took precedence. Captain Man was definitely pissed, but Piper missed her brother and friends. Charlotte hadn’t felt the same about Piper since she joined the team and started acting like the guys, but she still hung out with her whenever she got a chance, out of nostalgia for the kid that she used to love and Girl Code. Definitely didn’t make it a priority or effort, though.

There they were, all being at least civil and Piper suggested that they play “Sex, Kill Marry” or whatever the heck it was called. Charlotte rolled her eyes and listened to various requests and answers, from names that Piper spouted out.

Jasper thought for a moment, during his turn, “Hmmm… I guess I’d marry Timothy Chalamet, screw Matthew Daddario, and have to kill Dylan Minnette. (Only because I just don’t love him like the other two…)”

Henry complained, “I HATE THIS GAME. UGH. F word China McClain, K word Selena Gomez, marry Daisy Riddle.”

Piper told him, “That’s not even her name!”

Henry wasn’t to be deterred or have this lengthened. “That’s my answer! This is weird enough to play with my sister involved.”

So, when it was Charlotte’s turn and Piper said, “These three!” And she pointed at the three dudes in then room.

Max raised an eyebrow and gave her an amused glance. Charlotte was extremely surprised. “Everybody else got celebrities!” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but I’m much more curious about this,” Piper said, waving her finger between Charlotte and the guys..

Charlotte reached for her wine tumbler and took a sip. Wow. Ugh. She hated this game too. “Well, Jasper… I love you and all, and it’s been real, but…”

“Kill ME???” Jasper completed the thought. “Why???”

“Well… because my brain just can’t fathom any scenario in which either of the other options could happen,” She shrugged her shoulders and took another drink.

He sank in the couch and Piper reminded him, “Henry will marry you.“

Henry scoffed, "I’m marrying Daisy Riddle.”

“RIDLEY!” Charlotte and Piper both snapped. Then, Piper sighed and looked back to Charlotte.

“With enough wine, I guess Henry gets laid..” she took another sip of wine and Max tried not to smile as big as he wanted to.

Henry on the other hand jumped up, “Do you realize that means you’d choose to marry MAX?"

"I’m glad you said it so I don’t have to,” Charlotte said and stared into her wine glass.

“I’d like to hear you say it,” Max said and smiled at her. She fought a smile of her own and avoided his gaze. They hadn’t been together long enough to even have a conversation about this, so it was SUPER awkward. They hadn’t even… gone very far intimately or officially told their friends about them. As far as everyone was concerned, they were still playing the “will they, won’t they” game. And now Piper’s little messy ass brings this mess in front of everyone, including Max.

“Why do I have to die, but Max gets married?” Jasper asked, breaking into her stressful thoughts.

“Yep,” Charlotte said, relieved for the interruption of her overthinking.

“What?” Jasper asked the sky.

“Huh?” Charlotte asked him.

“Why? You barely know him and what we do know is that he was a teenage villain and I know we can’t prove it, but I’m reasonably sure he stranded me and Henry on that boat!”

“I was at a party all night with Charlotte,” Max said. She nodded her head, making eye contact with him for the first time since her answer, but she quickly looked away.  He squeezed her knee, then turned his attention back to Jasper. “And I can’t believe that the “why” isn’t obvious.” He began to count his qualities on his fingers for Jasp, “I’m a genius. I have great hair. Muscles. Superpowers. A jet. I can fight, dance, award winning skills in a variety of areas, I’m beautiful and handsome, at the same time…”

“You rock a pair of gray sweatpants like nobody else in the world,” Jasper added, seeing Max’s points.

“Like… everyone here should want to marry me,” Max finished off.

"He’s not humble, but he’s correct,” Charlotte said.

“Thank you for admitting that my hair and muscles have value,” he teased her.

“Wait…” When she  looked up; he winked at her and she felt her face warm from a combination of realizing that the person that was just described was… hers (and wine). This was an even more impressive catch than her ex! She smiled at him.

“You’re equally as intelligent as me and I’d be honored to be your hypothetical husband. Imagine our hypothetical offspring!” Max cheered in excitement. He… really could see himself with Charlotte for the long haul and talking about it, even hypothetically… made it more realistic for him.

And she played along, too. “They would have to be intelligent. That’s just genetics. Obviously, they’d be gorgeous. We both have stunning features, good health, perfect teeth, amazing hair…” he just nodded to everything that she said. “Wow. I really chose well. Imagine if I had answered out of loyalty!” They both laughed.

“Jasper’s rocks for brains babies. Henry’s pick any feature and I’ll pick it apart…” Henry and Jasper grimaced at Max’s insults.

“You’re so rude,” she giggled.

“You love it,” he said and winked.

She nodded. “Can’t deny that.“

“Come here for a sec,” he said and pulled her into his lap. She laughed and he kissed her on the neck, “I would have collapsed this entire house if you said anything else.”

“That doesn’t give me confidence in my choice! You’d better not give our hypothetical kids a temper!”

“Temper? I’M not the one with the temper to give them.” He kissed her neck again and she just reveled in it. They hadn’t been this openly affectionate, but she was feeling good and he had the best neck kisses.

“Are you two still talking hypothetical kids?” Henry asked.

“Are you saying that I’M the one with the temper?” Charlotte asked in a low voice, not paying attention to Henry’s question or Piper taking a sneak pic of them.

“You’re the more aggressive of the two of us,” he said.

Jasper let out an extremely loud sigh of relief. “OKAY! So, I had to die because you two are actually officially doing the thing. Okay. I feel better.”

Henry frowned. He didn’t feel better. He knew that there was something between the two of them, but he guessed that he didn’t think it would get to this level… The seeing his second boss kissing his best friend’s neck… He… didn’t care for that. Max squeezed Charlotte and rested on her shoulder. They were having their own little conversation while Piper was posting their photo and asking how many people knew that they were official.

“This bitch is so messy,” Henry heard Charlotte whisper (about his sister, which he didn’t appreciate, but he knew that he was probably more irritated with Charlotte for being with Max).

Was that why he was mentoring him? TO please his girlfriend? He really… didn’t see anything special in Henry, Henry began to convince himself. Did he even mean the encouraging shit he’d said to him during training, or was he just being nice to score p***y points?  Henry got up and asked, “Jasp, Piper, want anything?” Charlotte noted that he didn’t ask her and Max, but she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She could talk to him later about it. She was enjoying this… openness.