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[fala-alfredo-pasta]

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[aprilcolours]

blackheart - part three

part one - part two - part four

*warning: some nsfw*

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Visenya did not sleep well that night, dreams haunted by the memory of warm hands, a sly grin, and eyes that gleamed in the dark. 

She awoke to the arrival of a raven from her mother, the Queen. The message it carried was simple, but a revelation. She dressed quickly, braiding her hair haphazardly before rushing out of her tent. She was greeted by the anxious face of Oscar Tully, waiting straight-backed by the entrance.  

“Your highness…” the knight began, clearly apprehensive, “there is an urgent matter…the Lord Blackwood… that is, well he…”

“Speak plainly, Ser,” she bit out, a stone sinking into the pit of her stomach. The knight straightened his impeccable posture even further and responded,

“Benjicot has taken upon himself to retrieve the head of Lord Lannister. He absconded in the night alone, taking only a horse and his blades. I can assure you, had I been present at the scene I would have stopped this folly—” 

The Tully continued on, explaining that he had already punished those who had not alerted him and apologizing profusely, but Visenya ceased listening. Her heart thrummed in her chest, and the sound of blood rushed in her ears. 

Though they had pushed the Lannister army back at Lydden, Lord Jason Lannister had escaped alive and retreated westward. She had not chased him because she had not thought it worth the risk to her men. ‘Let him run’ she had said. 

Clearly that bloody fool disagrees, she thought. Godsdamnit all. 

“Hold the fort Ser Tully,” she decreed, tone leaving no room for argument. The knight nodded solemnly and bowed, but she had already walked away. She made haste out of camp, grabbing a hood as she went. She had Vermithor in the air and chasing westward in a matter of minutes. The Blackwood had a night’s head start, but the Bronze Fury was not a horse. 

It took into the afternoon at ceaseless top speeds, but they caught up to the vanguard of the retreating army. Vermithor rose high above the clouds so that they might avoid being spotted, taking care to approach downwind. They circled back to land behind the cover of hills, and Visenya threw her cloak over her head. 

This boy will be the death of me, she swore as she crept stealthily into the enemy camp. 

Their defenses were lowered, it was clear they did not expect an attack as they had not been chased. Many tended to the wounded and dead, and many others drank wine to wile away the midday hour. Despite herself, she wrinkled her nose at the indiscipline. 

Keeping to the shadows, and when needed playing at being some nursemaid or other servant, Visenya moved through the lines unnoticed, watching carefully for any sign of the raven-dark haired boy. At the center of camp she reached a tent, featuring an ostentatious display of wealth that could only belong to the Lord of the Westerlands. She circled round the back and tucked under the edge of the fabric wall, her blades at the ready. 

Benjicot Blackwood stood above the still bleeding corpse of Lord Jason Lannister. Blood had splattered across his grim, vicious face. He whirled on her, a dagger swiftly raised to her throat.

“What in all the God’s names do you think you are doing,” she hissed, raising a finger to the tip of his dagger and pushing it down. 

His rabid grin curled higher at the sight of her, stepping swiftly into her space. He did not even seem surprised to see her, simply delighted. 

“I have won you a great prize my lady,” he whispered, voice low and husky. “A lion’s head.”  

“I can assure you that getting yourself killed would be no prize to me,” she muttered back, grabbing his arm and pulling back the way she came. He resisted, gesturing to the body with his dagger. 

Seeing in his sparkling eyes that he meant no jest, she asked, “What madness has possessed you?!”

“I would return a hero, and earn myself honors befitting your hand,” he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Still, he steadfastly resisted her pulls. 

Visenya Targaryen II did not beg. But here, for only his ears to hear, she breathed a small simple:

“Please.”

Finally, the dark fire in his eyes banked and he relented, allowing himself to be pulled out of the tent and the rest of the way out of the camp. She did not loose her grip once, hands firmly tangled together as they passed between shadows. 

He trudged forward, a sullen silence about him, as though he had failed. 

Silly creature, she thought fondly, as they crested the hill that hid Vermithor. She tugged him forward towards her waiting dragon. Only then did he stop again, tugging out of her grip, brows raised. 

“You would allow me to ride beside you, princess?” 

“I would.”

“It would give a certain impression to the other lords,” he remarked, voice bitter and sharp. She simply smiled a small smile.

“I am aware,” she replied, “They could hardly object to my riding alongside my betrothed.”

At the shock writ across his bloody face she could not help but laugh. With a grin, she continued, “The raven from my mother arrived this morning. I would have told you immediately had you not run off.”

He took a step to close the distance between them, but Visenya lept back— expression playful. 

“Although, there is one left whose approval you should seek,” she teased, taking another step back. She reached out her hand for him to take.

Bloody Benjicot Blackwood was many things, but never a coward. With a breath and the beginnings of a sly grin, he took the offered hand. Together they approached the great beast at the bottom of the hill. 

“Rhaenagon ñuha valzȳrys,” she said as the bronze dragon watched their approach. Vermithor raised his great big head with a shake, and sniffed at the pair. 

“Bloody fucking hells,” Ben swore underneath his breath. Visenya laughed again and raised their joined hands to touch the dragon’s snout. 

After a moment, she gently pulled the boy towards the ropes and ladders that led up onto Vermithors back. He took a moment to look at her and read the challenge in her eyes. Then, with another muttered curse, Benjicot began to climb. 

Visenya followed after, a smug expression playing at her lips, and crouched in front of him when they reached the seat. 

She fastened the belts that anchored to the saddle around his waist, and tried desperately not to blush as her fingers brushed his thighs. 

“Shouldn’t these be for you, my lady?” he asked, eyelids low as he watched her hands and their careful movements. 

“Please,” she scoffed, “I haven’t used the harness since I was two and ten.” She was aiming for nonchalant, but she could tell she missed the mark slightly by the way his eyes narrowed and his grin sharpened. He leaned closer and spoke in a low tone,

“Is there some cause for nervousness, your highness?” 

They were close enough now that they shared breaths, mingling together in the damp air. Visenya bit her lip. Benjicot’s eyes immediately tracked the movement, shifting closer still. She was sure he would kiss her. 

“Sōvegon!” she called suddenly, and Vermithor began to prepare to take off. Ben’s eyes shot wide open and he grasped at her arms. Visenya laughed, throwing her head back, her long braid tossed about. 

“Do not worry Lord Blackwood,” she grinned, shifting around to sit properly. His arms immediately closed around her waist in a vice grip, his warm chest pressed tightly at her back. “Your princess would not allow harm to befall you.” 

She felt his shaky laugh against the shell of her ear, and she shivered. 

Vermithor took two great bounding steps before launching skyward. Benjicot held her waist so tightly she could barely breathe. Visenya laid one hand atop his to comfort, and he immediately locked her fingers between his own. 

They climbed and climbed into the sky, rising above the low lying misty clouds, until they broke through the cloud base and the sun shone upon them. Vermithor leveled out, pace steady and even now. 

“Ñāqa,” she commanded. Visenya turned, intending to speak, but the words died on her lips as she looked at the boy with her. 

His face was aglow with an awe-struck smile, looking down upon his home from the sky. 

He is rather handsome isn’t he, she noticed as the sun shone on his raven dark hair, illuminating the shape of his features— perhaps plain on their own, but thrilling in their vicious combination. So distinctly him. 

She studied him, as he took in the miracle of flight. She had the impulse to kiss his cheek. So she did. I am done denying when it comes to him, she decided. 

His gaze shot to hers, brows furrowed like she was an impossibility. He raised one hand to cup her jaw and neck in his broad hand. 

This time, when he kissed her, it was torturously painstakingly slow. A thorough, languid exploration of all the ways tongues could dance. She gasped at the slow banking fire that smoldered low in her belly. 

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, even as her neck ached from the angle. 

When she finally placed a hand on his chest and pushed him lightly so that she might breathe, her lips were well swollen and eyes glazed. Their chests heaved as if it had been a tremendous exertion. 

Visenya became slowly aware of something hot and hard poking into her backside. 

No, she thought, It can’t be… But as she peered back into his face and he swiftly avoided eye contact, she was sure. 

She nearly forgot all sense. 

Seven hells. She cleared her throat, turning forward. The motion nestled that part of him even closer. His hands were balled into fists at her waist. 

“Adere, Vermithor!” she called. 

The rest of the flight was spent in a loaded silence, though it fortunately wasn’t too much further. A few hundred yards before they reached the sprawl of camp, they landed. 

Once firmly on the ground, there was a beat as neither quite knew what to say. 

“Should we take a moment?” Visenya asked finally. As if speaking it aloud had made the situation clear, they both burst into raucous, cackling fits of laughter. 

Benjicot buried his head into her hair to stifle his embarrassment with a groan. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth as the giggles continued. 

They sat there, pressed tightly together, for a time. Their breaths heaving in tandem. 

“I would wed you now,” the Blackwood finally decreed, breaking the silence, “Tonight.”

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A/N: ta daaaa!! so there will be one more part for sure after this, maybe more we'll see

Rhaenagon ñuha valzȳrys - Meet my husband

Sōvegon - Fly 

Ñāqa- East

Adere- Faster

[igucci]

A few random (ambiguous) doodles based on some lines/moments from @rancid-zinnia-onthepatio's AMAZING fic, You Tentacle My Fancy!

I've been following it for a while now, and I can't express how much joy it has brought me when I have been stressed with school T_T

Another amazing fanartist I want to mention who inspired me is @sly-stone-hero, so I want to show my support for them as well! ^^

[magiclostinfantasy]

I'll hold your shoes || Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: Slight swearing Summary: A Quidditch victory, an unexpected fight and a late night swim lead Mattheo to question his feelings for Y/n.

The Quidditch pitch echoed with the roars of excitement as the Slytherin team soared through the air, chasing the golden Snitch. Among the spectators, Mattheo Riddle and Y/n L/n cheered alongside their friends Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Theo, and Enzo. The camaraderie within the group was palpable as they basked in the thrill of the game.

As the match reached its climax, Y/n couldn't help but wince discreetly, her feet aching from the hours spent on the cold stone stands. Mattheo, ever observant, noticed her discomfort. With a sly grin, he leaned over and whispered, "Do your feet hurt? Want me to hold your shoes?"

Y/n's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected offer, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Oh, how chivalrous of you, Mattheo. But I think I'll survive."

Mattheo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Well, if you change your mind, I'm here to rescue your poor feet."

As the Quidditch match concluded with Slytherin emerging victorious, the group descended from the stands, reveling in the triumph. The cheering crowd formed a chaotic sea around them, but in the midst of it all, Mattheo found himself walking beside Y/n.

"You know," he began, casting a sideways glance at her, "I could still carry your shoes if you'd like. A true gentleman's offer, you know."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, "I'll keep that in mind, Riddle. But for now, let's just enjoy the celebration."

Mattheo couldn't help but smile at Y/n's response, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than usual. As they continued through the bustling crowd, Draco, who had been observing the interaction, nudged Mattheo with a knowing smirk.

"Looks like someone's trying to be a hero," Draco teased.

Mattheo scoffed, attempting to play it cool, "Oh, please. I was just being polite. Unlike someone I know."

Draco's smirk widened, "Polite, my ass. You're smitten, Riddle."

Mattheo shot him a glare, but deep down, he couldn't deny the truth in Draco's words. There was something about Y/n that had sparked his interest, a curiosity that went beyond the boundaries of their usual banter.

As the group made their way back to the Slytherin common room, the joyful atmosphere continued. Lorenzo suggested they celebrate with a round of butterbeers, and Pansy eagerly agreed, already planning the evening's festivities.

Mattheo found himself walking alongside Y/n again, their steps in sync as they navigated the crowded corridors of Hogwarts. The air was filled with laughter and the remnants of the victorious cheers, creating a lively backdrop to their conversation.

"Hey, Riddle," Y/n said, her tone softer than usual, "thanks for the offer back there. It's nice to know someone's looking out for my feet."

Mattheo chuckled, "Well, your feet deserve the attention, of course. But, in all seriousness, it was my pleasure. Anything for a friend." Y/n grinned, appreciating the sincerity beneath Mattheo's playful demeanor.

The atmosphere in Hogwarts had shifted from jubilation to tension as the Slytherin group made their way across the clocktower courtyard. Mattheo, still buzzing from the excitement of the Quidditch victory, led the way with a lightness in his step. However, the lingering bitterness from the Gryffindor defeat had cast a shadow over the courtyard.

As Mattheo walked past, a disgruntled Gryffindor, seething with resentment, decided to voice his frustration. "Look who it is, the Slytherin prince himself. I bet he's the reason Gryffindor lost today – probably hexed our Seeker."

Mattheo furrowed his brow but chose to ignore the provocation, continuing on his way. However, the Gryffindor, fueled by the desire to lash out, wasn't finished.

"And what about his little sidekick, L/n? I heard she's got a thing for cursing people too. Slytherin is the house of dark arts and deceit after all."

The words echoed through the courtyard, catching the attention of everyone around, including Mattheo's friends. Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Enzo turned to see the source of the commotion, their expressions turning from curiosity to concern.

Mattheo's fists clenched at his sides, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. Before he could control his reaction, he turned sharply to face the Gryffindor, his voice low and menacing, "Watch your mouth."

The Gryffindor, fueled by the satisfaction of getting a rise out of Mattheo, continued his verbal assault. "What's the matter, Riddle? Can't handle the truth about your pretty whore?"

That was the last straw. Mattheo's fury boiled over, and without thinking, he swung a punch at the Gryffindor, connecting with a satisfying thud. The courtyard fell silent for a moment before chaos erupted.

Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Enzo rushed towards the brawl, realizing that their friend was in the midst of a confrontation. Y/n, who had been a few steps behind, widened her eyes at the unfolding scene. She quickly caught up, her gaze darting between Mattheo and the Gryffindor.

The Slytherins managed to intervene before the situation escalated further. Draco and Blaise restrained Mattheo, who was still seething with anger, while Theo and Enzo confronted the Gryffindor, pulling him away from the scene.

Y/n, concerned for Mattheo, approached him cautiously. "Mattheo, let it go. We don't need more trouble."

Mattheo took a deep breath, his eyes still blazing with anger. Y/n gently grabbed his hand, leading him away from the crowd. "Come on, let's find somewhere to clean you up."

As they walked away from the courtyard, the Slytherin friends exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that the Gryffindor had potential to cause more trouble than they bargained for. The incident marked a turning point, not just for Mattheo and Y/n, but for the entire Slytherin group as they grappled with the consequences of the unexpected fight.

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With the Gryffindor incident behind them, Y/n led Mattheo to a secluded spot near the lake where they could have some privacy. She set down a small bag containing healing supplies and took a deep breath.

"Sit," she instructed gently, patting a smooth rock beside the water. Mattheo complied, his eyes still clouded with residual anger. Y/n, proficient in magical healing, began tending to the cuts and bruises on his face. 

As she worked, Y/n couldn't help but notice that Mattheo seemed unable to shake off the tension. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze was distant. Concern etched across her face, she finished the healing charm and sat down next to him.

"You need to calm down, Mattheo," Y/n said softly, her eyes searching his. "That Gryffindor was just trying to rile you up. Let it go."

Mattheo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, Y/n, but... I can't stand it when people talk about you like that. It gets under my skin."

Y/n's heart softened at his words. She reached for his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Thank you for defending me. But, next time, let's try not to resort to fists, okay?"

Mattheo nodded, a flicker of a smile appearing on his face. "Yeah, you're right. I just... I couldn't stand by and let him say those things about you."

Feeling a desire to shift the mood, Mattheo looked at Y/n and suggested, "You know what? There's a small lake in a secret cave here in Hogwarts. It's a great place to unwind. Fancy a swim?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A secret cave? Lead the way, Riddle."

The two Slytherins made their way through hidden passages until they reached the enchanted entrance to the cave. The sparkling lake inside beckoned, and without hesitation, they stripped down to their underwear and jumped in.

As they swam in the cool, refreshing waters, the tension from earlier melted away. They began to talk about their dreams and aspirations, sharing their hopes for the future. The conversation flowed easily, and Y/n found herself appreciating the complexity of Mattheo beyond his confident exterior.

After a while, they emerged from the cave, refreshed but shivering in the evening air. Y/n couldn't stop shivering, feeling the chill down to her bones. Mattheo, sensing her discomfort, rushed them back to his dorm.

Once inside, Mattheo handed Y/n one of his shirts. She changed quickly, grateful for the warmth it provided. They sat under the covers of his bed, wrapped in the comforting cocoon of blankets. The air was filled with a gentle warmth as they chatted about everything and nothing.

Y/n glanced at the clock and realized the late hour. "I should go," she said, reluctantly pulling away from the cozy haven.

Mattheo nodded, a soft smile on his face. "Thanks for today, Y/n. And for what it's worth, I'd do it all over again for you."

Y/n smiled back, a warmth settling in her chest. "Goodnight, Mattheo."

As she left the room, Mattheo couldn't help but watch her go, a newfound sense of closeness lingering between them.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains as Mattheo woke up, a sense of calm settling over him. As he stretched, he couldn't help but replay the events of the previous day in his mind. The Quidditch match, the Gryffindor incident, the swim in the secret cave – it all seemed like a vivid dream.

However, a sudden realization hit him like a lightning bolt. The memory of Y/n wearing his shirt, the warmth of their conversation under the covers, lingered in his mind. Mattheo felt a strange mix of emotions, a fluttering in his chest that he couldn't quite comprehend.

A wave of panic washed over him. "Why did I give her my shirt? Why couldn't I just let her wear her own?" he muttered to himself.

His dormitory mates, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Enzo, who were still lounging in various states of wakefulness, exchanged curious glances. Sensing Mattheo's unease, Draco spoke up, "Alright, Riddle, spill it. What's bothering you?"

Mattheo hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "I... I think I might like Y/n."

The room fell silent, the gravity of Mattheo's confession sinking in. Blaise broke the silence, "Well, that's not exactly a groundbreaking revelation, mate. You've been practically mooning over her for a while now."

Theo added, "It's not a bad thing, Mattheo. Y/n is great. Just tell her how you feel."

But Mattheo shook his head, his anxiety evident. "No, you don't understand. It would ruin everything. Our friendship, the group’s friendship– I can't risk it."

Draco leaned forward, "Mate, you can't keep avoiding your feelings. If you like her, you need to tell her. Iit might just make everything better."

Enzo chimed in, "And she's not just anyone. She's Y/n. If there's anyone who can handle it maturely, it's her."

Despite their reassurances, Mattheo remained firm in his stance. "I appreciate your concern, but no. I’m not risking it. Let's just forget about this conversation, okay?"

The boys exchanged glances, understanding that Mattheo needed time to process his feelings. They respected his decision for now, but it was clear that the revelation had opened a door to a new chapter, one that Mattheo couldn't ignore for long. 

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The Great Hall was alive with the sounds of chatter and laughter as Y/n and the rest of the Slytherin group sat together for dinner. Pansy, always the entertainer, had everyone in stitches with her witty remarks. Everyone, that is, except Mattheo.

Y/n, ever perceptive, noticed Mattheo's subdued demeanor and nudged him playfully under the table. "Oi, Riddle, did you accidentally drink a Calming Draught instead of pumpkin juice?"

Mattheo cracked a faint smile, appreciating Y/n's attempt to lift his spirits. "Maybe I did. What's it to you, L/n?"

Pansy, overhearing the exchange, chimed in, "Oh, it's a lost cause. He's probably still reeling from that Gryffindor brawl."

The table erupted in laughter, and even Mattheo couldn't help but join in. Y/n leaned in and said, "On a serious note, though, thank you for yesterday. I kind of like fixing you up. It's oddly satisfying."

Mattheo smirked, "You enjoy seeing me battered and bruised, then?"

Y/n chuckled and gave Mattheo a teasing look. "You heard her guys, I guess I have to get into another fight so she can patch me up."

Y/n laughed, "Please don’t. I just like taking care of you. It’s like our own little adventure."

Mattheo couldn't help but smile at her words. As he watched Y/n laugh, a warmth filled his chest, and it suddenly became clear to him. He loved her.

A determination sparked in Mattheo's eyes. He took a deep breath and, feeling the weight of his emotions, decided to lay his cards on the table. "You know, Y/n, I was thinking... maybe we could have some adventures that don't involve me getting into fights."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "What do you have in mind, Riddle?"

Mattheo took another deep breath, his nerves kicking in. "Well, how about a date? You and me, somewhere nice?"

Y/n blinked, caught off guard. The Slytherin group fell silent, realizing that something significant was happening.

After a moment, Y/n burst into laughter. "You? Asking me out on a date? I never thought I'd see the day."

Mattheo couldn't help but grin. "Is that a yes, then?"

Y/n's laughter echoed through the Great Hall as she nodded, "Yes, Mattheo Riddle, that's a yes."

The Slytherin friends erupted into cheers, and even the enchanted ceiling seemed to sparkle with approval. Mattheo and Y/n, amidst the laughter and applause, shared a moment where the boundaries of friendship expanded into the uncharted territory of something more profound. The Great Hall, with its towering walls and enchanted ceiling, witnessed the beginning of a new chapter in the intertwined tales of Mattheo Riddle and Y/n L/n.

[romanreignseater]

Our Reflection.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Probably my dirtiest story yet. It’s just pure filth. Brace yourself.

“Being two beautiful people in a relationship causes us to look in the mirror quite often. So, why not take a chance and fuck in front of it.”

A/N: They need to stop targeting our Bloodline hero, Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. That’s my man and I got his back. Sorry… I’m in my feeling about NOC 😭. Had to write for my him, but I also got a Jimmy fic coming out soon, so stay tuned. Also, I didn’t forget about my Dean fic it’s still coming out as well.

GIF: @jeysuso

“You really think you could guess my Chipotle order?!”

My husband, Jey, smiled through FaceTime. “I feel the vibes right now, like that telepathic shit.”

I couldn’t even contain my laughter at his remark of us being telepathic. “So, what do I want then baby?!”

“Well, obviously you always want me that’s a given.” I rolled my eyes at slick comment and he cheesed real hard.

“Okay then with yo fine ass, what do I want?!”

“I thought I was handsome.” His hand over his heart as if he were hurt. “You’re actually an idiot.” Jey soon began sniffling like he was going to cry, eyes closed and all.

This boy really in the middle of Chipotle actin a fool.

“Okayyy… handsome.” He peeled one eye open and smirked at me lovingly. “What. Do. I. Want?!”

He opened his mouth, giving me a long and very dramatic pause just to say, “I can’t tell you that mama. But, I know you always get chips and guac, so that’s all you need to know.”

This boy better get my burrito.

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Roughly about two hours later, I began doing my makeup. My girls invited me out to a quick little lunch.

I’ve been waiting for Jey, but my chipotle STILL… had yet to arrive. I wasn’t gonna sit around and not get me something to eat. So, lunch with my girls it was.

Trin was on her way to pick me up, so I had some time to kill. The 28’ inch jet black silky buss down was laid, and the all black outfit was hugging my curves in all the right places. My top had a heart cutout right at my cleavage showcasing my ample breasts and my leggings were definitely holding my ass tight.

As I looked in the mirror, making sure everything was looking right before I continued my makeup. In the mirror I could see Mr. Main Event Jey Uso standing in the doorway admiring me.

Looking down at his reflection, I could see a Chipotle bag in his hand. But, when looking up I could see his bottom lip sheathed behind his teeth.

Turning back around to the mirror continuing my makeup, “Look who decided to show up.”

I could hear Jey’s heavy size 13 feet nearing me. Looking up from my eyeshadow palette, my husband’s big frame could surround my entire body. He stood behind me with his hat on backwards, gold link chain dancing on his neck, Niu Tat crop top, and black cotton Nike shorts.

“And where yo’ ass think you going looking this fine?!”

Jey pressed himself against my backside, and I could feel his heavy member stabbing me in the ass. The bag of food was placed on the counter and Jey’s hands were placed on the counter in front of me, practically trapping me between the both of them.

“I hope you got what I wanted sir.”

I continued doing my eyeshadow and Jey looked at me with utter confusion. He pushed my hair behind my ear and whispered, “You ain’t answer my question.” (Just imagining this is Jey’s voice 😩).

“And I don’t want to, your ass took forever with my food.”

Jey’s lips soon traveled down my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking at it passionately. I completely ignored his gestures, and he could tell his neck kisses weren’t working.

“I got you a burrito, I felt that telepathic shit.”

“That’s cute babe, but I got plans to go eat out anyways.” Turning around I swiped a little eyeshadow on his cheek. I giggle as his face remained stone cold.

“So… who you got these ‘plans’ with?!”

“Nunya.”

Jey’s face changed from a sly and hard stare, to a completely hard stare.

“So you’re telling me… you going out to eat, looking all good, smelling all good, just to make me upset cause I brought your Chipotle late?!”

I paused brush strokes and looked him in his eyes in the mirror. “I still would’ve went out with the girls, even if you brought the Chipotle earlier. So… I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“What I’m gonna tell you is what I’m gonna do to you.” Jey begins to sort of pace around me back and forth. He then walks back behind me and bent my back over the counter slowly.

“What are you doing boy?! I got a lunch to go to.”

My breasts were soon pressed against the counter, and Jey’s knees spread my legs apart. His grip on my back arrived to the back of my neck and my breathing became heavier.

He bent down to my level in front of the mirror, looking me in my eyes and said, “Imma eat this pussy real good, fuck you real hard, you finna eat this burrito, and then I’ll think about letting you go out,”

His commands made me very upset, but also really wet.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I gotta finish getting ready.” As I tried to get up from my bent position, I couldn’t. Jey’s strength totally overpowered mine and there was really no way I’d get up.

“Yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere.” I yelped as a smack was placed on my ass. A couple more smacks were laid upon my ass and tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Aww, you crying and I didn’t even fuck you yet. And to think yo’ ass was tryna run from this dick. Tsk tsk tsk.” I looked up at him with fury.

Jey’s hands went from the back of my neck to my clothed, pulsing mound. Massaging it ever so gracefully. Goosebumps arose from my arms and Jey chuckled, practically enjoying the reactions I was trying not to give him.

Jey shocked me by ripping my leggings straight down the middle, panties and all.

“JEY!! WHAT THE FUC-.” His large and bear like hands covered my mouth, nearly my entire face. “Shhhhh.” He placed a kiss on top of my head and his fingers traveled from my neck to my cunt.

Rubbing my slick juices all over the entirety of my pussy. “Unhh, oh my g-.” I moaned through his hand, but I soon stopped moaning as Jey paused his ministrations. Looking at him with pure anger, he took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked on my juices.

“That shit tasty mama.” Even though, he was pissing me off, he was just so irresistible. “I’m about to go to town on that pussy.”

I watched as his head dipped down and he was at level with my pussy. I felt him spread my lips apart and his hot breath cascading it. His thick thumb traced my pussy lips gently and he pressed it against my clit.

“Gotta taste it before I fuck it huh?!” As I tried to get a word out, he dived right in. He spread his mouth over my center. My hand traveled behind and was placed on the back of his head while he went to work. He drooled all over this pretty little pussy, causing me to whimper and whine for him.

Jey slurped on me a little more before bringing his hand up to meet my ass with a stinging slap. I continued to breathe deeply as he was really eating it from the back.

He feasted wholeheartedly on me, not stopping. This pussy belonged to him all day, everyday, whenever he wanted it, and he damn sure was getting it now. My legs shook as I felt the pressure build up. “Unhhhh, I’m cumming Jey.”

“Cum for daddy mama.” His saliva drooled from my ass to my clit, making even more of a mess. Just absolutely tonguing me down to the max. I came all over his tongue and I shook with pleasure. But, I soon screamed as he didn’t stop.

The overstimulation was getting to me, and I knew I was going to burst. My ears to deaf the other sounds, the only thing I could hear was the gushy noises coming from his filthy mouth.

“Oh my god, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

“Go on baby.” My pussy lips quivered as Jey continually made out with it sloppily. I reached my high and squirted all over Jey’s face.

I had an out of body experience as Jey rubbed me through out the rest of my orgasm. My ass gained a couple more abusive smacks and Jey’s shorts were dropping.

Lifting my head up and arching my back for me, Jey told me his exact plans. “I’m for real about to get balls deep in my shit, ya understand me?!” My eyes lowered and breath staggered as I tried my best to look at him in his eyes.

“Ya understand me princess?!”

Gulping, I accept his orders. “Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be running now.”

I couldn’t really make no promises of that, cause if he got to hitting that spot; which I knew he would, it would be a wrap.

His swollen mushroom tip glided against my cunt savagely, spreading my juices all over his tip. Jey soon pressed his tan brown dick in, gently massaging my walls instantly.

He smacked my ass once more. “That ass juicy just like that pussy.”

“Just fuck me boy.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He pushed my chest deeper into the counter, getting in a few solid strokes of that monster dick before gradually picking up speed. He starts stroking me so good, and the pleasure is near unbearable. “Okay baby, stop I’m cumming.”

“Already?! I barely started and I’m having fun.”

My little manicured hands were placed upon his rock hard abs trying to get him to stop. “I’m serious STOP!!” My pussy was getting obliterated and Jey had yet to stop. I began squirting all over his cock and my whole body began to convulse.

“Damn girl… I was about to get my leg up on the counter so I could really hit that shit.” My breath was sucked out of my lungs and my heart felt like it had just stopped. Jey held onto the sides of my stomach and waited for my breathing to calm down.

“You better be ready now, cause ain’t no stopping.”

He placed his length back into my cunt, stretching my walls to accommodate his meaty girth. My head was soon lifted and held in place as Jey fixed my vision to him and him only in the mirror.

“I know how much you like to look in the mirror, Imma really give you something to look at.”

Jey’s foot was placed on the counter right beside me and my head nearly fell, but he was quick to catch it. My toes curled and my brows furrowed. “Daddy, you’re so deep.”

“I know baby.”

He plunged into my cunt so devilishly, “It feels like you’re in my stomach.”

Jey plunged forward so his stomach was placed against my back. He cupped my cheeks, “I know, cause I am in your guts.”

His strokes just absolutely brutal, grabbing my hair, and smacking my ass digging off in my pussy. Balls sticking and slapping against my clit, providing an entire new sensation.

Pounding my g-spot like there was no tomorrow. Both of us moaning and watching one another reflections in the mirror. I watched Jey’s stomach tensed admiring my thickness spreading me all the way out, my cunt tightening as he slid in and out of me with ease.

“That pussy so wet baby, that shit talking to me huh?!”

“Yes daddy all for you.”

“I know that’s right.”

My body went limp and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees threaten to give out, but Jey’s vice like grip on my hips lead me to continue to stand upright. “I’m cumming so hard daddy, you’re fucking the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, let the neighbors know my name mama. Scream for me.”

With a loud cry, I squirted all over his length, nearly pushing it out. Jey began to chuckle as he sped up his pace, clutching my ass cheeks for dear life. Moaning sweetly as he released heavy spurt after heavy spurt into the warmth of my sweet little pussy. Pulling out with one final smack to my ass, his cum dribbled out of my hole onto my clit.

Grabbing my cheeks harshly, he kissed me sloppily. Spit all over my lips and around my mouth. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too boy.”

As we looked into each others eyes, we could hear the loud banging of the front door.

“Y/N!! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!! Are you coming or not?!”

“Tell Trin you already did.”

Rolling my eyes once more at my husband, but his big smile got me every time.

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THE END.

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[kingsnake101]

For the WIP game, Goth Four has me intrigued :))

SO this one begins with Time, Sky, Legend, and Wind getting captured by dark link. This is another one that I think can mostly speak for itself, so I'm gonna put what I have under the cut. Also I've never played any of Legend's games so I kinda just made up a magic item :/ sorry diehard legend fans

“Maybe if you pace long enough, it'll wear a hole through the floor and we can escape,” Wind commented, receiving a sharp glare from Legend.

Wind was leaning against Sky, who fiddled with his tunic anxiously. Time sat cross-legged on the other side of the cell, face creased in thought. Legend, meanwhile, resumed his pacing.

The walls were dark and cold, the smell of old stone bricks and dark magic permeated the space. It was humiliating, really, that they were captured so easily. It looked like any other shadow portal, why would he have assumed it would teleport them to some creepy dungeon?

Wind looked like he was about to say something, but was interrupted by a cool wind breezing through the cell.

“The hell…” Legend thought to himself, stopping to stare at the small magical tornado that had begun to form on the other side of the bars. It reeked of dark magic.

That seemed to snap Time out of his trance, the older hero rising to his feet and glaring at the disturbance. Legend shivered. He had seen a lot of things in his time, but damn if that wasn't a terrifying look.

The wind picked up, yanking his hair as it swirled around the small room. If Legend squinted, he thought he could see a small figure within the whirlwind.

Shiny black boots emerged from the storm, steps tapping gracefully on the stone floor. A silhouette appeared, form whipping around with the wind. Finally, the figure stepped forwards, backlit by the only light in the room, a single candle behind them. They looked… oddly familiar.

And then, with a snap of their fingers, the wind halted and torches flared to life. There, finally illuminated, stood a goth copy of their smith. His skin was an ashy gray, red eyes framed by dark purple hair. His tunic was similar to Four’s, if Four had an emo phase and dyed everything black. Dark, glittery eyeshadow shone on his face, pairing nicely with lipstick so black it seemed to absorb light. He stood in a dramatic pose with his back straight, not a single hair or thread out of place. A sly grin pulled at his face.

“Greetings, heroes,” dark-Four sneered, leaning forward into a mocking bow. “It’s a pleasure,” he purred, a black forked tongue flicking past sharp teeth as he spoke.

“What do you want with us?” Legend spat, sneering as he stepped up to the bars.

“Well, it wouldn't be any fun if I just told you, now would it?” Dark-Four grinned, a black claw tapping at his chin thoughtfully. A silver ring was wrapped around his finger, a delicate chain connecting it to a matching wristband. Legend swore that it wasn't there earlier. “No, I think I'll leave you guessing. I'm just here to have some fun before Dark Link rips you to shreds,” the grin widened, all the more sinister. Legend swore he could feel Time’s protective, angry aura increase. He didn't miss how the dark refused to look at their oldest member.

Legend heard shuffling behind him, and looked over to see Sky walking up to the bars. A tremor ran down Legend's spine. The skylian’s gentle features contorted into something sharp, something dangerous.

“I suppose they call him ‘godkiller’ for a reason,” Legend assumed, almost feeling guilty for the dark on the other end of that glare. Almost.

A flicker of fear and uncertainty flashed across Dark-Four’s face, before he steeled it back into a lopsided grin. Before Sky could open his mouth to speak, the dark cut him off.

“Don't worry, the prick upstairs specifically told me not to lay a finger on you,” The dark clarified, rolling his eyes. “What he didn't mention, however, were your things.”

Legend's scowl deepened. If that asshole even thought about touching his stuff he would-

Legend's worst fears were confirmed when his own pack rose up through a puddle of dark magic on the floor. The shadow saw his reaction and grinned.

“Ooh, sorry, does this bother you, Pinky?” He mocked, carefully flipping open Legend's bag and peered inside.

“I swear to Hylia, if you even think-” Legend's rant was cut off by some sort of dark magic gag slapping onto his face. He growled in frustration, which only seemed to make the dark smile more.

“If any more of you have any words to say on the subject, I have plenty more,” he warned, dark magic swirling around his fingertips. 

Wind, unfortunately, seemed to take this as a challenge rather than a threat. “You bet I do, you slimy bottom feeder son of a-” Wind half grinned, half sneered, before a similar gag slapped onto his face.

“Anyhow, let's see what the so-called ‘Hero of Legend’ has in here~” the dark drawled, rooting through Legend's bag. Legend cursed at him through the gag. He ignored him.

The dark pulled out a familiar wooden box, shaking it slightly to hear metal bouncing against itself. The box was opened, and his eyes widened in glee. Legend cursed his luck. Out of all the things he could have grabbed, why did it have to be the box full of magic rings?

The dark began carefully picking through the rings, lifting a few up for inspection. He lifted up a particularly gaudy one, before looking Legend in the eye and grinning. Legend recognized that ring. It was one he rarely used, due to its headache-causing abilities and moral implications.

“I must say that I am impressed, Hero of Legend,” the dark smirked at him, holding the ring of mind reading in one hand and the box of rings in the other. “I really thought the most experienced savior of Hyrule would have better fashion taste.”

And if that didn't catch legend off guard.

“These are hideous! Why would you ever carry these around! Half of these clash, and the other half are eyesores,” he scoffed, holding the ring of mind reading like it personally offended him.

“Wait, can he not sense the magic? How?” Legend gawked internally, although he kept his face a mask of anger.

“Here, you can have this one. My eyes can only take so much,” he complained, dramatically shielding his eyes before flicking the ring into the cell. Legend practically dove to catch it. How a reflection of Four could be so stupid, he had no idea. Legend slipped it on.

A swarm of thoughts rushed over him, and Legend internally grimaced. Wind was still spewing some awfully creative insults, Sky was angry and worried, and somehow, the old man was just as unreadable as before.

Legend took a deep breath, focusing on the individual in front of him. He leaned away from the angry thoughts of his comrades and towards the smug cadence of Four’s doppelganger.

“Poor fools. They'll never find the exit, I can barely find it even though I know that it's behind a false wall at the end of the hallway. And even then, they'll never get past the guards watching their stuff. Sure, they tend to fall asleep after dinner at around 8 o’ clock, but the heroes don't know that. They also have no idea that Dark Link and I are constantly doing patrols, except for tonight because Dark is going to look for the other heroes and I'm leaving so I can have a spa day. I bet they don't even know that my Link likes to secretly sew lockpicks into his friend’s clothes. Fools. They'll never escape. Muahahahahahahahaha-”

Legend discreetly slid the ring off his finger. He was already getting a headache, and the maniacal laughter was like a stake being driven into his skull. Besides, he has already gotten plenty of information.

“Well, it seems our time must come to an end. It was an honor to meet you, truly. Hopefully I get to see you again before Dark rips you apart,” he sneered, bowing again. “I bid you adieu,” with one last dramatic twirl, he sunk into the shadows once more.

As soon as the shadow was gone, Legend turned his attention to Wind. “What? What's that look for?” Wind questioned, scooching away from Legend. It seems the gag had disappeared when the shadow did.

“Give me your tunic,” Legend demanded, holding out his hand.

Wind curled back, clutching his hand protectively to his chest. “No way! Ayrll gave this to me!” Wind huffed, scooting back.

Sky leaned forward, trying to seperate the two heroes somewhat. “Do you want mine?” he offered.

Legend nodded, scooting over to Sky. He ran his fingers along the hem, looking for anything that seemed out of place. Sky eyed him with confusion, but didn't comment. He found what he was looking for in the seam, right before the hem of the shirt. It seemed like a small piece of fabric had been added, with a wide stitch that could easily tear away with the help of the lockpicks inside. Legend made quick work of it.

“Wait, what? How did you know that was there?” Wind questioned, leaning forward. Sky picked at his tunic with confusion.

Legend stood up, wincing when his joints protested. He brushed himself off before making his way to the cell door. “I remembered that the smithy likes to hide lockpicks in our clothes,” Legend explained as he fiddled with the lock. He decided not to mention the whole mind-reading thing. Maybe another day. The door swung open with a soft click.

[kneesheee]

50 Things to Know about the Disney-verse

1. Ursula and Maleficent are rivals so Uma and Mal being rivals also tracks.

2. The Evil Queen and Maleficent are rivals for Hades' affections and for the status of "The Evilest of Them All'.

3. The Evil Queen claims not to be Hades' girlfriend, but they just had "an interesting weekend" on Castaway Cay. And therefore, I headcanon that she is Hadie’s mom. Probably conceived sometime around Evie’s banishment.

4. In the Disney Villains: Top Secret Files, Maleficent is featured in her own section. According to the pieces of information provided, Maleficent's last name is Faery.

5. She was actually invited to Aurora's birth ceremony and that the invitation simply never got to her castle because she burnt the postman to death (believing him to be a trespasser) before he could deliver it.

6. Her dragon form also appeared in The Little Mermaid series episode "Heroes" as a sea dragon.

7. Captain Hook tried to charm her, only to be zapped away leaving behind his hook. Jafar also tried to woo her while they sat together, only to end up being literally burnt.

8. It was revealed in "A Christmas Cruella" that she did want a puppy before becoming her villainous self.

9. Cruella has a brother named Cecil and a niece named Ivy. However, Cecil is not Ivy's father, meaning that Cruella and Cecil must have another sibling (most likely a brother) who is Ivy's parent.

10. In 102 Dalmatians: Puppies to the Rescue, Cruella has set up a toy factory next to DeVil Manor. She seems to have tried online dating, where she has supposedly wed herself to Professor Farzboom, a meek professor who helps her make her toys. So there’s Carlos’ dad.

11. In "Max's Embarrassing Date", she went on a date with the Beast and asked if he came in a medium, which the Beast became annoyed of. After the Beast gets soaked with soup he was eating, Cruella is unhappy as she would have to get him dry-cleaned.

12. Walt Disney's early vision for The Rescuers revolved around the kidnapping of a polar bear from a city zoo; writers considered reusing Cruella as the main antagonist (presumably driven by her desire for the bear's fur).

13. The concept art of the film shows Cruella wearing an outfit made out of crocodile leather. Because The Rescuers was set more than a decade after 101 Dalmatians, Cruella was given a period-appropriate update. Aside from her '70s alligator-chic outfit, Cruella is accessorized with Sly and the Family Stone-style sunglasses. In other sketches, De Vil is depicted in bell-bottom pants and a pair of platforms. Other concept art showed Cruella driving a water vehicle similar to the one Medusa uses in the final film.

14. The Prince is usually known as Prince Charming, though some source material shows that his name is Henri, or Henry. However, he was never referred to by name anywhere in the film. Not even mentioned as "Prince Charming".

15. The story takes place roughly in June. In the movie, the sun rises slightly before 6:00 AM (in France), as it would within a few weeks of the summer solstice. Also, by this time, a pumpkin would have grown to 20–40 pounds.

16. The debate of the setting of Cinderella has always been a problem, but most people can agree it is French; however, there is a small amount of people who think it is Spanish because the female names end in "A" but that does not really cut it so deeper research shows that the thing on Anastasia's head is a peineta or headdress used in Spain along with formal attire also the French furnishings and the Spanish furnishings within the same time period are very similar in style.

17. Cinderella is the “oldest” princess in the official franchise being 19 while Snow White is the youngest being 14. Also, Snow White’s prince was suppose to be 18 according to Disney’s records.

18. In the third movie, Cinderella’s shoe size is mentioned to be a size 4½ in women's. According to Disney's Villains' Revenge, Snow White has smaller feet than Cinderella.

19. Cinderella was actually rich at the beginning, even before she married the prince. This was exempted, however, as she was forced to work as a servant.

20. In some stories, Cinderella's real name was Ella (short for Eleanor), and because she would always lie in cinders, her stepfamily would call her CinderElla. However, in the Disney film, "Cinderella" is truly her name by birth.

21. Cinderella's last name would likely have been Tremaine since her stepmother's name was Lady Tremaine unless Lady Tremaine kept her maiden name.

22. According to Disneystrology, Cinderella’s birthday is September 6.

23. According to the Disneystrology book, Snow White’s birthday would be on March 6.

24. Cinderella is magical. She has a special ability to empathize with animals, perceive what they say and communicate with them.

25. Melody is the very first human-merperson hybrid in history, making her birth a significant historic moment in both human and Atlantican history.

26.She is also not considered a canon descendant’s character and considered to be from an AU, but apparently, Beauty & The Beast, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, and The Little Mermaid are considered to be happening roughly around the same time in the disney timeline.

26. Melody's bedroom is Ariel's guest room when she first took human form and stayed with Prince Eric, albeit recolored with brighter colors.

27. Contrary to popular belief, Jasmine's age has never been confirmed or even referenced in any of the Aladdin movies, television series, or other spinoff projects. In the original film, the Sultan declares that Jasmine must be married "by her next birthday", but never specifies how old she will become on said birthday.

28. An early story concept for the original film had the Sultan saying, "Jasmine, the law says you must be married by your sixteenth birthday.", which would have made her fifteen years old. This concept was scrapped when Jeffrey Katzenberg became worried about sending the wrong message regarding the idea that fifteen year old girls can get married. Thus, the line was changed to "married to a prince by your next birthday.", leaving Jasmine's canonical age unknown.

29. One of the Disney Princess magazines has a story about two of Jasmine's cousins named Farah and Nadine. Whether they are considered canon is unknown.

30. Although the exact date is not clear, Jasmine's birthday is in late January or early February. This is because when Aladdin and Jasmine fly on the magic carpet, Chinese New Year is being celebrated over in China. This holiday can fall anywhere from January 21 to February 20.

31. She also has another cousin named Sharma who teaches at The Royal Academy.

32. Nasira is the better sorcerer between her and her twin brother, Jafar.

33. According to Disneystrology, Tiana’s birthday would be on December 25, Christmas Day.

34. The trailer implies that Gaston may have been aware of the Beast's curse, and had ulterior motives besides wanting Belle as his wife for attempting to kill the Beast, as the trailer described him as being "one man who wants to keep the spell alive," although it is unconfirmed whether this was the case in the film itself.

35. Despite various concept materials, as listed above, give Gaston the surname of LeGume, the Bimbettes during the song of "Belle" refer to Gaston as "Monsieur Gaston" and Belle in the reprise twice sarcastically refers to herself as "Madame Gaston" suggesting that Gaston is his surname in the final version.

36. The Bimbettes (individual names Claudette, Laurette, and Paulette) are blonde identical triplets who fawn over Gaston. They are inspired by Belle's sisters from the original Beauty and the Beast fairy tale.

37. They are the first Disney characters to possess green eyes without being villains

38. These girls worked their asses off in the comics to get Gaston to notice them. 😩

39. Its implied in one comic that Belle and Gaston were friends when they were children.

40. Ironically, despite Belle being considered by the village to be the most beautiful woman in the village, Laurette once disguised herself as Belle flawlessly enough to fool Gaston initially, which conflicted with the claim that Belle's looks had no parallel.

41. Even though he is referred to as a prince in the opening, none of the characters directly refer to him by that title. In addition, the first draft for Woolverton's take of the film indicated that the Beast was intended to be a duke instead of a prince.

42. According to the first stained-glass window featured in the film's opening sequence, Adam’s family motto is "vincit qui se vincit" (meaning "The winner is who wins himself").

42. Though the Beast's official age is not mentioned in the movie, it is strongly indicated by the narrator's statement that the rose "would bloom until his 21st year." As the rose has already begun to wilt by the time Belle arrives at the castle, it is very likely that the Beast is 20 years (i.e. on their 21st year) of age by this point.

43. In authorized supplementary comics, most notably The New Adventures of Beauty and the Beast, the Prince is never shown as being older than a preteen when he's shown as a human; moreover, the palace staff all refer to his pre-curse self as "a young boy" or "child". Two individual comics show that the Prince was originally a few years older than Chip, who didn't age during the curse, and shows him as being a couple of years older than Belle herself. The comics also show that the Prince has had a few run-ins with the disguised Enchantress, meaning that he'd still be a preteen when he was cursed.

44. Despite her slim figure, Belle seems to have considerable strength. She may have lifted the Beast, as evidenced by the Beast being placed onto Philippe's back, although this was never shown on-screen. Later on, she was able to pull the Beast up onto a balcony.

45. Belle is currently the only official Disney Princess to have hazel eyes.

46. In the beginning of the original 1989 storyline, found on the Diamond Edition DVD, Belle's birthday is celebrated, and the cake reads "Happy 17th Birthday Belle", providing evidence that she is 17 in the movie, or at least that she was originally planned to be 17.

47. Contrary to popular belief, it's not made clear whether Belle was actually born a peasant, as she implies that she wasn't born in her home village in the opening song, but rather moved there. In addition, her owning books at her cottage implied that she is, or at least was, considerably wealthy (as back in the time period of the film, books were considerably expensive).

48. In the musical, specifically the song "No Matter What" one of the lyrics had Maurice stating "You are your mother's daughter; therefore you are class ... crème de la crème", implying that Belle was part of the social upper class. This was also supported by Belle having a portrait of her and her mom in the Enchanted Tales of Belle attraction.

49. In earlier drafts, Aladdin had three human friends named Babkak, Omar, and Kassim.

50. In the episode "Two to Tangle", it's revealed that Aladdin has unexplored magic powers hidden within his soul. This may possibly be a link to him being "The Diamond In The Rough".

[ms-scarletwings]

We gotta start accurately calling Sly Cooper a low fantasy universe at some point. It’s retrospectively wild how much supernatural shit is going on in front of your face that you don’t think about because it’s like… nothing to the characters that it’s happening to. People who have never played Sly Cooper have no clue how nonchalantly it grinds this rail between just “real world noire but furries” and straight up DC superpowers stuff.

• The surprising amount of undead, in hindsight

Black magic is just, you know, a thing…. and outside of when it’s the weapon of choice of the villain of the week, it’s not even really brought up. Tsao was building an army of honest to god vampires and Mz.Ruby has been fraternizing with homemade ghouls since she was a child. A second-game side quest involves descetrating a tomb, kidnapping a bunch of restless ghosts, and then unleashing them on the cops for a good prank. For Pete’s sake, Clockwerk, biggest bad of the franchise, is basically an eldritch machine possessed by the vengeful spirit of someone who became too petty and angry to die.

• There are people born with innate superpowers

So, there is no debate going on with the deal about Cooper abilities and this point, right? Sure, the Theivious Raccoonus has a lot of good pointers any thief worth their salt could gain from, but I don’t think it’s a stretch to say somethings along the lines of gliding down lasers or turning invisible on command are a bit out of most readers’ capabilities. The 1st game’s humor in explaining off gameplay mechanics as in-universe phenomena had the unintended consequence of establishing that the Cooper clan members literally have a criminally inclined sort of spidey sense- literally hallucinating glowing auras and blue sparkles around anything both valuable and not nailed down. I think I also awkward appreciated the parallel to be spotted between the Cooper honer code and the self imposed limitations other media supers live by. That idea of “you have the gift of amazing power and you will choose to use it responsibly”, all the better here for the ways in which the clan’s premise subverts classic hero/villain dynamics.

• Ancient techniques of sorcery

run right alongside conventional weaponry

Some supers are born in this world, a lot of them are made. As if anyone with the time to practice and learn can just pick it up like karate. Religion has to be crazy in Sly Cooper considering there’s entire spiritualisms given demonstrable and epic power in what their followers are capable of. Murray literally can do some degree of magic from the third game and onward and there’s no telling what else he learned over the course of his Dreamtime training. Anyone with the wits and resources of the Contessa can figure out how to toy around with freaking mind controlling dark arts. Don’t get me started again on the whole “army of undead” thing which gets even weirder by the implication that the world does nothing to regulate these kind of abilities UP AND UNTIL the user starts to roleplay a cocky little warlord with their zombie friends. And Flame Fu is right there. A lot of what the panda king can do is closer to Bentley’s realm- very complicated and meticulous works of pyrotechnics, but Flame Fu is a whole something else that belongs in this discussion.

• Magical items and mythical beasts

The Mask of Dark Earth, the guru’s special stone, an entire kraken, a whole laundry list of things in The Contessa’s possession, an enormous swamp serpent, haunted trees, whatever the hell kind of ring Dimitri was wearing in the second game, a giant stone dragon statue that turns out to be AN ACTUAL FREAKING DRAGON in dormancy, a supercharged ancient bamboo forest, potentially the Cooper cane itself, and the not-to-be-overlooked every single piece of Clockwerk’s cursed body. I know I’m probably forgetting something because that was just off the cuff. It’s kind of wild that most of what we watch the Coopers focus on stealing can be stuff like museum paintings in a world where magic flying carpets are confirmed to exist. The hell. Why was I ever mocking the pirates in Bloodbath Bay for their paranoia and superstition?? Best part was always that basically none of it phased the resident smarty pants nerd character like it usually would anyone who fills that trope. Because of magic is just an accepted and normalized thing in the world, why WOULD Bentley talk about it any different than he would the history of lumberjacks or combustion physics? Instead of conflicting against his understanding of science, it just tacks onto it as more additional info, you know… the way it would if magic was just another set of rules to study and understand.

[eris-snow]

𝐖𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, angst, death

There are three two things you need to know about Katsuki Bakugou: 1. He loves winning. 2. He hates losing.

3. He has you, the most incredible person he never wants to lose.

Bakugou hates losing.

He simply despised the feeling of helplessness, of not being the best. It makes him feel strangely vulnerable inside. It's one that lingers at the back of his mind like a taunting ghost, threatening him.

Bakugou loves to win.

It's that certain thrill that runs down his spine. The cheers from everyone around him, his family or friends or other extras gasping in awe at his utter brilliance and sheer, raw talents.

Yeah, he liked this feeling. He was going to keep it.

But nothing could prepare him for the sheer joy, contentment and fulfilment when Bakugou won you.

He didn't like you at first. He only noticed you when you stole the top marks for a test, even besting Yaoyorozu. It was a huge wake-up call.

Oi, don't mess with me, he remembered thinking, it's probably just a fluke.

And among that pissed-off feeling of not being the best...

blossoms a curiosity that festers and gnaws at his thoughts.

Someone's better than him? You?

He doesn't believe it. Next thing he knows, you steal his marks and battle your way to his precious first place in the practical fights.

What?

Now that has to be a fluke. No way someone like you could best him in a fight! He won't fucking allow it!

He's defeated again, due to the power of teamwork and the lack of communication on his end with his teammates.

He's so caught up with his attention on you, all the anger but respect that builds each day as he observes just how amazing you are under those modest glasses and bright, shy smile.

Fuck, you'd look great with or without glasses, he remembers thinking absentmindedly while watching you study furiously with the flames of determination in your eyes.

When he gets paired up with you, he starts talking to you more. He pushes you and you pull him higher up, draw him to you like a fucking magnet with the attraction dialled to the max.

You stole the top marks in academics, you stole his position in the practical fights at midterms, and before he knows it...

...you steal his heart.

You sly, gorgeous, oblivious, heart-rollercostering asshole.

It took a while before Bakugou finally won you over. With sneaky bentos and his own stumbling actions of care, he wins you over. Those 3 years were the best ones in his entire life. You were his greatest victory. Those sweet smiles and genuine words of care that spew from your lips were all he could ever need in his life. Those times you'd kiss him right before he left.

The "see you later" kisses and the "welcome home" ones.

He couldn't ask for more.

If he still had you.

He wants to grab the universe's clock and rewind those wrenched, fucking hands because no, no this can't be how he spends the rest of his life. He can't imagine it without you by his side.

It's plastered all over the news.

"Hero/n saved thousands!"

"Hero/n died like a true hero! Will forever be remembered!"

"Crowd mourns for Hero/n's death-"

Bakugou punches the power off button on his TV remote.

This can't be it. This can't be your end. Knowing you, you'd pop out of his closet like a heart-attacking jack in the box and laugh at him for taking this too seriously. You will.

You have to.

Bakugou feels tears threaten to spill from his eyes for the billionth time, and wipes them away hastily as he shoots a glance at your urn. A picture of you, just you, sits in front of it, stone cold.

All this talk about Hero/n makes Bakugou want to pulp the paparazzi.

What about his Y/n? The one that would greet him whenever he came home? The one that had terribly cute bed hair, awful morning breath, and wore those stupid, fluffy socks during winter? His girlfriend was gone.

Bakugou feels droplets of water fall from his face. Tears.

Again.

"You just had to outdo me," He rasps softly under his breath. You're the only person who could break him like this. "Goin' off with a bang like that, huh?" He's met with icy silence.

You were his greatest win, the person that made him feel whole, the person he loved unconditionally with every fibre in his entire being.

But he never thought he would lose you.

[theladyregret]

Drow Name Tables

Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.

These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.

EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.

Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning

Akor/Alak                 beloved, best, first

Alaun/Alton             lightning, powerful

Aly/Kel                     legendary, singing, song

Ang/Adin                  beast, monstrous, savage

Ardul/Amal               blessed, divine, godly

Aun/Ant                   crypt, dead, deadly, death

Bae/Bar                      fate, fated, luck, lucky

Bal/Bel                       burned, burning, fire, flame

Belar/Bruh                 arrow, lance, piercing

Briz/Berg                    graceful, fluid, like water

Bur/Bhin                     craft, crafty, sly

Chal/Chasz                earth, stable

Char/Kron                  sick, venom, venomed

Chess/Cal                  noble, lady/lord

Dhaun                          infested, plague

Dil/Dur                         cold, ice, still

Dirz/Div                       dream, dreaming, fantasy

Dris/Riz                        ash, dawn, east, eastern

Eclav/Elk                      chaos, mad, madness

Elvan/Kalan                 elf, elven, far, lost

Elv/Elaug                     drow, mage, power

Erel/Rhyl                      eye, moon, spy

Ethe/Erth                    mithril, resolute

Faer/Selds                   oath, sworn, vow

Felyn/Fil                       pale, thin, weak, white

Filf/Phar                     dwarf, dwarven, treacherous

Gauss/Orgoll              dread, fear, feared, vile

G'eld                              friend, spider  

Ghuan                           accursed, curse, unlucky

Gin/Din                         berserk, berserker, orc, wild

Grey/Gul                       ghost, pale, unliving

Hael/Hatch                   marked, trail, way

Hal/Sol                           deft, nimble, spider-like  

Houn/Rik                       magic, ring, staff

Iiv/Dip                             liege, war, warrior

Iim                                   life, living, spirit, soul

Illiam/Im                         devoted, heart, love

In/Sorn                           enchanted, spell

Ilph                                  emerald, green, lush, tree

Irae/Ilzt                           arcane, mystic, wizard

Irr/Izz                               hidden, mask, masked

Iym/Ist                            endless, immortal  

Jan/Duag                       shield, warded

Jhael/Gel                       ambitious, clan, kin, family

Jhul/Jar                         charmed, rune, symbol

Jys/Driz                         hard, steel, unyielding

Lael/Llt                           iron, west, western

Lar/Les                          binding, bound, law, lawful

LiNeer/Mourn            legend, legendary, mythical  

Lird/Ryld                   brand, branded, owned, slave

Lua/Lyme                       bright, crystal, light

Mal/Malag                     mystery, secret

May/Mas                         beautiful, beauty, silver

Micar                                lost, poison, widow

Min/Ran                           lesser, minor, second

Mol/Go                            blue, storm, thunder, wind

Myr/Nym                       lost, skeleton, skull

Nath/Mer                        doom, doomed, fate

Ned/Nad               cunning, genius, mind, thought

Nhil/Nal                 fear, gorrible, horror, outraged

Neer                                  core, root, strong

Null/Nil                             sad, tear, weeping

Olor/Omar                       skin, tattoo, tattooed

Pellan/Relon                    north, platiunum, wind

Phaer/Vorn                      honor, honored

Phyr/Phyx                        bless, blessed, blessing

Qualn/Quil                        mighty, ocean, sea

Quar                                   aged, eternal, time

Quav/Quev                        charmed, docile, friend

Qil/Quil                               foe, goblin, slave

Rauv/Welv                         cave, rock, stone

Ril/Ryl                                 foretold, omen

Sbat/Szor                           amber, yellow

Sab/Tsab                            abyss, empty, void  

Shi'n/Kren                          fool, foolish, young

Shri/Ssz                             silk, silent  

Shur/Shar                          dagger, edge, stiletto

Shynt                                 invisible, skilled, unseen

Sin/Szin                              festival, joy, pleasure

Ssap/Tath                          blue, midnight, night

Susp/Spir                           learned, skilled, wise

Talab/Tluth                        burn, burning, fire

Tal/Tar                         love, pain, wound, wounded

Triel/Taz                           bat, winged

T'riss/Teb                           blade, sharp, sword  

Ulvir/Uhls                           gold, golden, treasure

Umrae/Hurz                       faith, faithful, true

Vas/Vesz                            blood, bloody, flesh

Vic                                       abyss, deep, profound

Vier/Val                               black, dark, darkness

Vlon/Wod                           bold, hero, heroic

Waer/Wehl             deep, hidden, south, southern  

Wuyon/Wruz                      humble, third, trivial

Xull/Url                                 blooded, crimson, ruby

Xun                                       demon, fiend, fiendish

Yas/Yaz                       riddle, spinning, thread, web

Zar/Zakn                             dusk, haunted, shadow

Zebey/Zek                        dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm

Zes/Zsz                              ancient, elder, respected

Zilv/Vuz                             forgotten, old, unknown

Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning

a/agh                  breaker, destruction, end, omega

ace/as                                savant, scholar, wizard

ae/aun                             dance, dancer, life, player

aer/d                                    blood, blood of, heir

afae/afein                         bane, executioner, slayer

afay/aufein                        eyes, eyes of, seer

ala/launim                          healer, cleric

anna/erin                            advisor, counselor to

arra/atar                             queen/prince

aste                                      bearer, keeper, slaver

avin/aonar                           guardian, guard, shield

ayne/al                       lunatic, maniac, manic, rage

baste/gloth                         path, walker

breena/antar                   matriach/patriarch, ruler

bryn/lyn                               agent, assassin, killer

cice/roos                             born of, child, young  

cyrl/axle                               ally, companion, friend

da/daer                                illusionist, trickster

dia/drin                                rogue, stealer

diira/diirn                             initiate, sister/brother

dra/zar                                  lover, match, mate  

driira/driirn                         mother/father, teacher  

dril/dorl                                 knight, sword, warrior

e                                           servant, slave, vessel

eari/erd                                 giver, god, patron

eyl                                       archer, arrow, flight, flyer

ffyn/fein                               minstrel, singer, song

fryn              champion, victor, weapon, weapon of

iara/ica                                 baron, duke, lady/lord  

ice/eth                                 obsession, taker, taken  

idil/imar           alpha, beginning, creator of, maker

iira/inid                                 harbinger, herald

inidia                                     secret, wall, warder

inil/in                                     lady/lord, rider, steed

intra                               envoy, messenger, prophet

isstra/atlab               acolyte, apprentice, student

ithra/irahc                         dragon, serpent, wyrm

jra/gos                                 beast, biter, stinger

jss                                          scout, stalker

kacha/kah                            beauty, hair, style

kiira/raen                              apostle, disciple

lay/dyn                               flight, flyer, wing, wings

lara/aghar                         cynic, death, end, victim

lin                                         arm, armor, commander

lochar                                   messenger, spider

mice/myr           bone, bones, necromancer, witch  

mur'ss                                   shadow, spy, witness

na/nar                                 adept, ghost, spirit

nilee/olil                             corpse, disease, ravager

niss/nozz                           chance, gambler, game

nitra/net                              kicker, returned, risen

nolu                                 art, artist, expert, treasure

olin                                   ascension, love, lover, lust

onia/onim                           rod, staff, token, wand

oyss/omph                       binder, judge, law, prison

qualyn                                 ally, caller, kin

quarra/net                           horde, host, legion

quiri/oj                                  aura, cloak, hide, skin

ra/or                                     fool, game, prey, quarry

rae/rar                                   secret, seeker, quest

raema/orvir                         crafter, fist, hand

raena/olvir                            center, haven, home

riia/rak                       enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ril                                 bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw

riina/ree                     enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ryna/oyn                         follower, hired, mercenary

ryne/ryn                      blooded, elder, experienced

shalee/ral                 abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher

ssysn/rysn          artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell

stin/trin         clan, house, merchant, of the house

stra/tran                             spider, spinner, weaver

tana/ton                           darkness, lurker, prowler

thara/tar                             glyph, marker, rune

thrae/olg                          charmer, leader, seducer

tree/tel                         exile, loner, outcast, pariah

tyrr                    dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion

ual/dan                                speed, strider

ue/dor                                  arm, artisan, fingers

uit/dar                                  breath, voice, word

une/diin                         diviner, fate, future, oracle

uque                              cavern, digger, mole, tunnel  

urra/dax                       nomad, renegade, wanderer

va/ven                             comrade, honor, honored

vayas                         forge, forger, hammer, smith

vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot  

vyrae/vyr                     mistress/master, overseer

wae/hrae                           heir, inheritor, princess

wiira/hriir                           seneschal of, steward

wyss/hrys                          best, creator, starter

xae/zaer                             orb, rank, ruler, sceptor

xena/zen                         cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler

xyra/zyr                             sage, teller

yl                                          drow, woman/man

ylene/yln         handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth

ymma/inyon                      drider, feet, foot, runner

ynda/yrd        captain, custodian, marshal, ranger  

ynrae/yraen                       heretic, rebel, riot, void

vrae                                   architect, founder, mason  

yrr                                         protector, rival, wielder

zyne/zt                                finder, hunter

House Name Prefixes - Meaning

Alean                        the noble line of

Ale                             traders in

Arab                          daughters of

Arken                        mages of

Auvry                        blood of the  

Baen                          blessed by

Barri                           spawn of

Cladd                         warriors from

Desp                          victors of

De                               champions of

Do'                              walkers in

Eils                              lands of

Everh                         the caverns of

Fre                              friends of

Gode                          clan of  

Helvi                          those above

Hla                              seers of

Hun'                           the sisterhood of

Ken                            sworn to

Kil                               people of

Mae                           raiders from  

Mel                            mothers of

My                              honored of

Noqu                         sacred to

Orly                            guild of

Ouss                           heirs to

Rilyn                           house of  

Teken'                        delvers in  

Tor                               mistresses of

Zau                              children of

House Name Suffixes - Meaning

afin                              the web

ana                               the night

ani                                the widow

ar                                   poison

arn                                fire

ate                                the way

ath                                the dragons

duis                              the whip

ervs                              the depths

ep                                  the underdark

ett                                 magic

ghym                            the forgotten ways

iryn                               history

lyl                                  the blade

mtor                             the abyss

ndar                              black hearts

neld                              the arcane

rae                                 fell powers

rahel                             the gods

rret                                the void

sek                                 adamantite

th                                    challenges

tlar                                 mysteries

t'tar                                victory

tyl                                   the pits

und                                 the spider's kiss

urden                             the darkness

val                                   silken weaver

viir                                  dominance

zynge                             the ruins

[galebrainrot2024]

Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part VI

This part is a bit shorter than the others, critical plot ahead though, be warned. Gale POV once again.

Surprise, shorties.

Gale followed silently behind Tav, Shadowheart and Karlach as they began their trek to the Goblin Camp. The group was uncharacteristically quiet, the strain between Tav and Gale palpable and coupled with the anxiety that comes along with any battle. Even those with hearts of steel forged in the fires of courage and might experience the nervousness that creeps through the body and seeps through your bones and into the very marrow of your being. Even heroes understand that life is precious and nothing is guaranteed. 

When Tav explained their mission to them earlier, she spoke directly to Karlach and Shadowheart and tangentially to Gale. Today they were launching their final assault on the camp, leaving no stone turned or rather, no goblin alive. 

“The leaders are dead, there are only a few more on the outskirts of their camp.” Tav pulled out a crudely drawn map and pointed to a spot on it, “This is where we’re headed. There’s normally a scout stationed here,” she dragged her finger along the map, all four of their heads huddled over it. Tav looked up at the sky, the darkness of an impending storm looming above them. “We should move, while the weather’s still on our side.” 

“And what if there are more than we anticipate?” Gale asked, the question was innocuous enough - he wasn’t trying to challenge her, he liked to be prepared. He should have anticipated that she would not see it that way.  

Tav ignored his question and Shadowheart, also a pragmatic, echoed him. “Tav - Gale has a point. Regardless of whatever qualms you have with him, he’s right as much as I hate to admit it.” Shadowheart gave Gale a sly smirk, she was teasing him. “We need to have a plan if things go awry. It would be foolish not to.” 

Tav shot a dirty look at Gale and he shrugged smugly. She rose her eyebrows and pursed her lips, “We’ll be fine. They’re just goblins.” 

Fine with me, he thought, his arms crossed across his chest as he absorbed the task at hand. He heard Shadowheart’s annoyed, but compliant huff and Karlach chuckled, pumping her fists in the air. “Poor fuckers, have no idea what’s about to hit them.” 

** 

As they began their sneaky, eastern decent upon the camp, Gale’s knees creaked and he groaned. “This is no fun at all,” Gale grumbled. He hated sneaking, he hated being crouched like this. It felt ridiculous. There was an entire cliff face between them and the Goblins. Who was going to see them? 

Karlach snickered, whispering, “You alright there, Grandpa? I think they heard that crack all the way in Elturel.”

“Ha-ha,” Gale said mockingly, releasing a puff of air from his nose, “Very funny.” Tav shot Gale a withering look and he rolled his eyes, and then stuck his tongue out at her childishly as she turned around, something that sent Karlach into stitches. 

“I like sassy Gale,” Karlach whispered and Tav once again gave them a look of death, eyes like daggers into the spirit. “Alright, alright message received solider.” She held her hands up defensively and smiled at Tav, hoping to defuse the situation. 

They crept along the cliff-face, launching their assault from the side. Tav would go first, killing the scout, and the rest would follow. Simple, easy she said. Taking down the leaders had apparently been a cake walk which eased Gale’s anxiety a bit. Tav quietly and efficiently killed the scout, gesturing for the rest to move. 

They lined the crumbling wall, prepared to attack. Karlach jumped, succumbing to her rage and threw a spear wildly at one of the Goblins - nothing quite like the element of surprise - and so it began. Gale heard the blood rush through his ears as his heart thumped loudly in his chest. After so many days back at camp, he had forgotten how thrilling being in the thick of battle was. Everything becomes crisp, every sense heightened as he looked in the face of death. 

“Gale, NOW,” Tav yelled, signaling for him to launch his attacks. In one fell swoop, Gale pulled at the Weave, focusing his adrenaline into what he knew best - magic. Tav launched multiple patches of grease that Gale followed, hitting with fireballs that lit the Goblins up and sent their charred bodies writhing into the dirt. 

A low rumbling in the skies portended the weather ahead, the clouds darkening as a maelstrom brewed above them. The rain was hardly a mist at first before it deluged them with water, pouring down as if the Gods themselves sent down a tsunami. Gale’s hair clung to his face and he noticed an ogre headed straight for Tav - she hadn’t said anything about ogres - her back was turned and by the time he locked eyes with her it was too late. 

You know the feeling when you’re dreaming how everything feels ridiculously, painfully slow, that even when you try to shout your voice catches in your throat, when you try to run it feels as if you’re pushing through molasses - the world ground to a halt for Gale and he felt suspended in time, as if it happened in slow motion.

There she was, on top of the crumbling wall, the ogre barreling towards her with a spiked club in hand. “TAV!” Gale tried to yell, but the sound of the torrential rain and thunder drowned out his voice.

He watched as the club made contact. A THWAP reverberated across the camp and her body spun as if she were a rag doll. She fell from the wall, the sound of cracking bone and cartilage assaulting his ears. “NO!” Gale cried out, his movements inhumanly quick as he throttled the Goblins before him, killing them in one volatile flick of the Weave and rushed over to her, falling to his knees. “Tav, TAV,” he brushed the soaking hair from her face looking battered and bruised, her lips blue. His hair plastered to his face from the rain, heavy drops rolling into his mouth as he shielded her. 

Time stopped. His heart felt ripped from his chest as he struggled to find a pulse. “SHADOWHEART, SHE’S NOT BREATHING. COME, QUICK, PLEASE,” He shouted to her from across the encampment as he held Tav in his lap, the evident swelling of broken bones and internal bleeding consumed Tav. He was shaking violently, holding her against him. Karlach was in a frenzy to hold the rest of the Goblins back and took down the ogre as Shadowheart sprinted to them. 

Shadowheart dropped to her knees, closing her eyes and hovered her hands over Tav, casting cure wounds but it wasn’t working. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” she was frantic, trying other spells yet Tav’s wounds remained, her body deadly still. “I can’t… I can’t find a pulse, Gale. I don’t.. this is beyond my abilities…” Shadowheart’s voice was barely a murmur, drowned out by rain and thunder. 

“You must,” he hissed, still holding Tav in his arms as the rain poured in his eyes and soaked his robes, Tav’s blood mixing into the fabric. “You’re a cleric, aren’t you? What isn’t working? Why isn’t it working?” 

“I don’t know!” She snapped, throwing a potion of healing to Karlach that she chugged as she single-handedly finished the goblins who remained. 

“You can’t be…” Gale gasped, his entire body quaking with a harsh sob. “No..no.. there must be a way...” His words caught in his throat, his entire body feeling as if it might disintegrate as he wept and held her against him. 

Karlach came bounding over and placed a hand on Gale’s shoulder. “We have to go. Now. I have an idea,” She scooped Tav in her arms as if she were light as a child, her fires doused by the rain, and Gale and Shadowheart followed dashing back to camp with as much haste as their feet could manage.  

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Mr Fox, why have you chosen Jonas’ body to inhabit (if you had a choice in the matter at all.) and why?

Oh now there's a VERY interesting question...

Mr Fox folds his arms and leans back, gazing at Master Grey. A smile crosses his face. It's about as neutral a smile as you can get.

"*Haven't the foggiest idea,*" he says in an even tone of voice. "*Strange thing that. First of all someone such as myself could have done better in that department. He is really quite the soppy little dishrag of a fellow, isn't he...*"

There's something uncanny about that smile when Mr Fox leans forward and when his black gloved hands touch the side of his face lightly it becomes apparent: it is a mask. His hands perform a flourish and now the mask is a grotesque caricature of pity, a single painted tear in the corner of the eye and lips pursed in exaggerated concern.

"*But poor dear little thing perhaps I felt sorry for him! Ah, but look at him, frightened, dejected and so very alone, a little rabbit paralyzed with terror!*" he croons, clasping his hands together. He pretends to wipe away a tear and in another flourish, the mask has changed yet again into the comically manly visage of a hero, golden locks curling around a stretched grimace calling itself a confident smile. "*My word...could I in fact be the hero to step in and save the day?*"

He made a gagging noise, flipping the mask and revealing a disdainful sneer, narrowed eyes, a curling mustache. "*Hardly. Perhaps he was merely a stepping stone, a patsy, a dimwitted chump in the wrong place at the wrong time. A weak-willed means, overpowered and dominated for my own nefarious ends! "

He ran his fingers across the mustache, giving the ends a dainty little twirl and then pulled, splitting the mask in two pieces as he stood up. Underneath that was revealed a Venetian style half mask in the manner of a black fox.

"*Or perhaps not even that. Perhaps I am in fact simply...an irredeemably wicked creature. A sly predator wishing to close my jaws around the neck of this squawking bantam rooster, steal him away, break his bones, open his chest, lick up that delicious red beating life oh but once again...why oh why oh why...*"

The eyes in the mask are open wide, gone completely gold and gold overflows and trickles down the sides of the mask. That smile is all salivating needles, the hands tremble, their nails pointed through the black leather gloves. There's shivering silver noises distorting his speech. Noises like glass breaking. The body starts to struggle, sags, knees buckling against one another, barely standing as that distorted voice rasps out.

"*Perrr...HAps to...bE...In...hU...manNNn...*"

The curtains abruptly sweep closed.

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I normally only read in-world fics, but do you have any great Drarry AUs. Either non-magical or no Voldermort or historical, whatever (I'm not crazy about things that mess with the actual content of the books, but might love something super clever.) THANK YOU! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi anon! We’re actually very similar as in I don’t often venture into AUs so chances are you might enjoy these as well :) let me know!

Full AU:

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Within the HP Universe:

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The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand (M, 225k)

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Minamoto No Yoritomo: Chapter 19

Chapter 18

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Yoshino: ...You didn't look like that.

Yoritomo: ......

Yoritomo: What? Were you observing my face without saying anything?

Yoritomo-sama's hand reached out and touched my cheek.

Yoritomo: You're a naughty girl.

Yoshino: I'm not being naughty!

Seeing my reaction, Yoritomo laughed playfully deep in his throat.

(He's teasing me again...)

(Or rather... it's more accurate to say he's evading the question.)

I felt like I was being gently pushed away, and I felt inexplicably lonely.

(We're not really lovers, so there's no need to feel lonely... How strange.)

In the night wind, Yoritomo suddenly spoke.

Yoritomo: Speaking of which, good work.

Yoshino: Eh?

When I asked back, not knowing what he meant, Yoritomo continued bluntly.

Yoritomo: You were treating the wounded until just now, right?

Yoshino: Ah, yes. But it was just simple treatment.

Yoritomo: Stop with the pointless modesty.

Yoritomo: I've heard that you've prepared a large amount of medicine in storage.

Yoritomo: You can just honestly brag about your work, you know.

(This is... the sly part of Yoritomo.)

(Even though he always teases me, he definitely notices when I've made an effort.)

Yoshino: Thank you very much! I hope I can be of some help to everyone.

Yoritomo: You're plenty helpful.

Yoritomo: There will be even more wounded starting tomorrow.

Yoritomo: Some of them will surely have their lives saved by your medicine.

(Ah...)

I gasped in surprise.

Before--Yoritomo had said that the loss of many lives for his sake was the karma of being the heir to the Genji clan.

(What was he thinking as he looked down at the blood-soaked plains?)

I couldn't tell from the eyes of Yoritomo, who was now beside me.

Yoshino: Um, if...

Yoritomo: Hmm?

(If you're feeling anxious, I want to comfort you.)

(...I can't say such an audacious thing, can I?)

There's probably only a little I can do for Yoritomo, who is stronger than anyone.

That's why I couldn't cross the line drawn by Yoritomo.

Yoshino: Well... huh? I forgot what I wanted to say.

Yoritomo: You're an idiot.

Yoritomo laughed, with a kindness that was almost cruel.

It was lonely and loving, and my heart ached with conflicting emotions.

(I fell in love with him, including this part of him.)

Yoritomo: Well, when this battle is over, I'll give you a generous reward.

Yoritomo: With that, you can live comfortably running an apothecary in any town.

Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama... You remembered my dream.

Yoritomo: Of course I did.

I came to Kamakura aiming to become an independent pharmacist.

(I thought I had been working hard towards that goal, but...)

I put on a joking smile.

Yoshino: If I go back to being an ordinary pharmacist, I won't be able to enter and leave the Imperial Palace anymore, right?

Yoritomo: That's a shame. I'll have to find a new attendant.

Even though I brought up the topic myself, I was momentarily at a loss for words.

--CHOICE--

That's lonely...

Your bullying...

Even if someone else comes...

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Yoshino: I guess it'll soon be over, being bullied by Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: I guess I'll have one less amusement.

Yoshino: That's too bad. If I had a medicine to cure bullying, I would have given it to Yoritomo-sama.

When my cherished dream comes true, I won't be able to see the person I love anymore.

I continued the conversation with a smile, pretending not to know the pain in my chest.

Yoshino: What about you, Yoritomo-sama? Is there anything you want to do after the war is over?

Yoritomo: Nothing different from before.

Yoritomo: I'll expand the shogunate and lay the foundation for the samurai's world. That's all.

Yoshino: I see...

Yoshino: So, Yoritomo-sama's battles will continue from now on.

(No matter how difficult this battle is, it's just a stepping stone for Yoritomo-sama.)

(Because he's moving towards a bigger goal.)

Yoritomo: It's not such a grand thing.

Yoritomo made a sarcastic expression at my cough.

Yoritomo: After all, I'm not a hero.

Yoritomo: It's just a matter of steering the boat I'm on so it doesn't sink.

(Not a hero, huh... It's a twisted way of putting it, typical of Yoritomo.)

I was moved by his unwavering conviction, and at the same time, a question spilled from my lips.

Yoshino: But... don't you have any desires of your own, Yoritomo-sama?

Yoritomo: My own desires?

Yoshino: Yes. Not a great cause you want to achieve for everyone, but a small desire that's just for you.

Yoritomo: .......

Yoritomo: Well, I've never thought about it.

Yoritomo: I can get anything I want now.

Yoritomo: Where is the need to want more?

Yoshino: That may be true, but...

(As I thought... Yoritomo-sama seems to have everything, but he has nothing.)

(Because he doesn't wish for anything for himself.)

I was saddened once again by the realization of the distorted form of his strength.

Yoshino: I think you should be more greedy, Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: What's that?

Yoritomo laughed in astonishment and ruffled my hair.

(Hey... I'm being serious.)

The warmth given by his fingertips disrupts my heart more easily than Yoritomo probably thinks.

(This is no good... I need to be more decisive about my feelings.)

(I'm happy enough just being able to protect Yoritomo-sama.)

(I shouldn't wish for anything more.)

Yoritomo: Let's go back. If you stay up any later and are sleepy tomorrow, I'll be in trouble.

Yoritomo quickly flipped his haori and turned around, the corners of his lips lifting.

Yoritomo: I won't pull you up if you fall off your horse.

Yoshino: ...I won't be that sleepy!

I followed Yoritomo, hiding my feelings that were growing stronger day by day.

-

Meanwhile...

In a simple hut in a village near the battlefield, a secret meeting was taking place.

Yasuchika: For now, it seems like the shogunate has taken the initiative in the battle.

Subordinate 1: Yes. As expected, the shogunate not only has superior numbers, but Yoritomo-sama's leadership is also formidable.

Yasuchika was receiving reports from several subordinates.

Yasuchika: It would be troublesome if only the rebel army's forces were to be depleted.

Yasuchika: It can't be helped, so I'll have to interfere with the shogunate tomorrow.

Subordinate 2: Yes, sir. But are you sure it will work? I've never seen such a technique...

Yasuchika: Oh dear. You don't trust me?

Subordinate 2: N-No... I know you're a genius in Onmyodo.

The subordinates looked fearfully at Yasuchika, who was smiling but whose expression was unreadable.

Yasuchika: That's right. The power of belief creates miracles...

Yasuchika: Now, it's time for conspiracy.

-

The next day --

(The battle is even more intense than yesterday...)

Once again, I was riding on Yoritomo's horse, galloping across the battlefield.

Yoritomo: Yoshino.

Yoshino: Eek!

Yoritomo's sword casually deflected an arrow that came flying with a roar.

Yoritomo: Hey. I told you to keep your head down.

Yoshino: ...Thank you.

Yoritomo: It's getting chaotic. Don't let your guard down and hold on tight, okay?

Yoshino: Yes!

Yoritomo looked back and announced sonorously to the soldiers.

Yoritomo: The formation is already complete! Advance and tighten the encirclement!

In response to Yoritomo's voice, the shogunate's main force quickly changed.

(It's amazing no matter how many times I see it...)

Yoshino: Speaking of which, I wonder if Morinaga-san and Shigehira-kun, who are fighting on the front lines, are safe.

Yoritomo: So far, I haven't received any reports of them being killed.

Yoritomo: We're pushing the battle.

Yoshino: Really...?

Yoritomo: Yes.

I let out a small sigh of relief.

Yoritomo: As planned, Morinaga and Shigehira will strike the rebel army's main force from the left and right, dividing their forces.

Yoritomo: At the same time, we will attack from the front, scattering the enemy's detachments and going for Yoshitsune's throat.

Yoritomo: At that time, I want you to use your fox spirit power. Okay?

Yoshino: Yes, I'll do my best!

(I hope everything goes well without any problems.)

But--

The situation changed when the sun rose to its zenith.

-

Yoritomo: A large number of sudden illnesses?

Vassal: Yes! The cause is unknown, but many are unable to move.

(What happened...?)

Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama! May I examine them?

Yoritomo: Yes.

Yoritomo, still wearing the mask of the perfect Seii Taishogun, furrowed his brow slightly.

Yoritomo: Shall we hide in the mountains for now? It's easy prey to be immobilized in the middle of the battlefield.

Protecting the sick, we entered the mountains.

-

After taking refuge in an empty mountain temple, we laid dozens of sick people in a large room.

Yoritomo: Have you found anything, Yoshino?

Yoshino: No... The symptoms vary from person to person, such as fever, headache, and nausea...

Yoshino: There must be a reason why so many people suddenly fell ill.

Yoritomo: We can't make medicine without identifying the cause.

Yoshino: Yes... I'm sorry.

Yoritomo: It's not your fault.

Perhaps it was my anxiety, or the delirium of the sick, but the air in the room was heavy.

(I felt like the soldiers who weren't bedridden were also lacking in spirit and strangely on edge...)

As I was recalling the state of the soldiers resting in another room...

The sliding door of the room was suddenly opened.

Tamamo: Good grief, what a terrible smell.

Tamamo: A ditch after the rain would be somewhat better.

Yoshino: Tamamo!

Yoritomo: Why are you here?

Tamamo, who had entered, beckoned me and Yoritomo to the corner of the room.

Tamamo: I have a report.

Yoritomo: What is it?

Tamamo: It's about the outbreak of sudden illnesses. The same thing happened in the rear.

Tamamo: And... a large number of low-ranking ayakashi were possessing those who collapsed.

Yoshino: Ayakashi...? It wasn't just a normal illness?

Tamamo: Yeah. I took care of the ayakashi in the rear for now...

Tamamo: But Kagetoki asked me to check on the main force.

Tamamo spread his hands as if to say, "Oh well."

Tamamo: As expected, the smell of ayakashi was strong from the time I arrived here until now...

Yoritomo: So something is possessing them, even though we can't see their form.

Tamamo: Yes. Yoshino can see them if she wants to.

Yoshino: Me? How can I do that?

Tamamo: Here, let me help you.

Saying that, Tamamo gently took my hand.

Tamamo: I'll pour a little bit of my magic power into you.

Tamamo: Don't worry, your hair and eye color won't change.

Yoshino: Okay, I understand...!

As I nodded, the palm of my hand that was touching his became slightly warm.

Tamamo: Good. Now try to concentrate and look at the soldiers.

I followed his instructions and looked...

Yoshino: What's that!?

Yoritomo: Did you see something, Yoshino?

Yoshino: How should I put it... There's something gooey on everyone's heads!

Looking closely, I could see a dim, murky substance writhing eerily throughout the room.

Tamamo: That goo is a formless ayakashi born from human resentment and suffering.

Yoshino: There are ayakashi like that too...

I stared at it fearfully, still unable to believe it.

Tamamo: It's one of the ayakashi you often see in the human world. It originates from human emotions.

Tamamo: Well, it's supposed to only have the power to make people feel down or slightly ill...

Yoritomo: But it's caused quite a disaster, hasn't it?

Tamamo: There are just too many of them.

Tamamo: With this many gathered, it's not unreasonable for those with weak hearts to be affected.

(Those with weak hearts...)

Yoshino: Aside from Yoritomo-sama, I'm not affected at all...

I can't believe my heart is stronger than other samurai.

Yoritomo: Maybe it's because you're shameless?

Yoshino: You're being mean! I have a surprisingly delicate side too, you know.

Tamamo: You two are hopeless.

Tamamo interjected with an exasperated look on his face.

Tamamo: Yoshino is already contracted to me, so she won't be possessed by other ayakashi.

Tamamo: Since my magic power is flowing through her, she should be less susceptible to their influence.

Yoshino: I see... That makes sense.

Yoritomo: I see. It's good news that Yoshino won't collapse.

Yoritomo pointed at the lying soldiers.

Yoritomo: So, if Yoshino takes their magic power and exorcises the ayakashi, they'll get better, right?

Tamamo: For now. Yoshino, you should do it.

Yoshino: Okay!

(Ah, before that... If my hair color changes, it'll be very noticeable...)

I hurriedly pulled out the hood I had prepared in my luggage and put it on, covering my tied-up hair.

Yoshino: Then, I'll start.

Yoritomo: Yeah. I'll leave it to you.

I nervously walked up to one of the soldiers and gently knelt beside him.

I placed my hand near his head and concentrated.

(I want to heal this person. --So, take the magic power.)

My body felt hot, and the heavy air in the room started to move towards me.

Delicate particles of light appeared and were sucked into my palm...

The murky substance clinging to the soldier's head slowly disappeared.

Yoshino: I did it!

Soldier: U-uh... Yoshino-san?

Yoshino: Are you alright!?

The soldier who came to his senses opened his eyes in a daze and looked at me.

Soldier: Somehow, my body suddenly feels lighter... Did you treat me, Yoshino-san?

(Um...)

As I hesitated to answer, Yoritomo placed his hand on my back.

Yoritomo: Yes, it's thanks to her. Get some more sleep and try to recover.

Soldier: Y-Yes, sir! Yoritomo-sama, Yoshino-san, thank you...

I looked at the soldier who fell asleep again and nodded at Yoritomo and Tamamo.

(Let's make everyone feel better like this!)

And then...

-

Yoshino: This is the end of the "treatment" for everyone for now.

After taking the magic power of the ayakashi that had possessed everyone who had been bedridden, we went out to the corridor.

Yoritomo: Well done. Are you tired?

Yoshino: I'm fine! I'm glad everyone is feeling better...

Tamamo: But... unfortunately, this doesn't solve the root of the problem.

Tamamo: Considering the number of ayakashi I saw on the way here, they'll probably be possessed again soon.

(So, what should we do...?)

Yoshino: Do I have to take their magic power every time?

Yoritomo: Or cut off the root cause.

Yoshino: The root cause?

Tamamo: It's unnatural for such a large number of ayakashi to gather.

Tamamo: We can assume that someone is intentionally summoning and manipulating them.

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Chapter 20

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[rascalentertainments]

Account Update 🌟

I haven't been on this platform in years and slowly started making posts and reblogs again. Most of the accounts I did follow back then are either gone, or no longer active. So I'm listing EVERY THING I'm into, so I can follow people back with similar tastes and interests. Consider it a get to know me things whole I make updates. Reblog, share and comment as much as you want, I'd really like to make good use of this site again. Especially since I'm a YouTube Spoofer and part time writer, and always getting inspiration. Which also means my channel is going through revamping, so you'll see some activity on and off as things are scheduled ahead of time.

Plus I'm working on creating my own animation studio with friends to bring my original ideas to life as movies and series in the future. I love to spread joy and fun to others to who aspire to animate as well! Warning: there's a a ton of things I love! 😅

Animation/Cartoons 🎨

Animation

Behind the Scenes and Animations tests

Animation Trivia

How to Draws

Fanart

Memes

Animation History

Tributes

Kid Cosmic

Ben 10 (Classic-Omniverse)

Teen Titans

Samurai Jack

OK K.O: Let's Be Heroes!

Bluey

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Codename: Kids Next Door

Invincible

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Justice League/Unlimited

Young Justice

Batman Beyond

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Batman (2004)

Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes

Motorcity

Hazbin Hotel

Spectacular Spider-Man

Gravity Falls

Wander Over Yonder

Sponge bob Square pants

Johnny Bravo

Johnny Test

Scooby-Doo/Mystery Incorporated

Code Lyoko

Lackadaisy

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Transformers: Prime

G.I Joe Renegades

Wolverine and the X-Men

Danny Phantom

American Dragon: Jake Long

Star vs The Forces of Evil

Penn Zero: Part Time Hero

Tales of Arcadia

Lego Monkie Kid

TMNT (2003)

Wild Kratts

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

Xiaolin Showdown

El Tigre

Miraculous Ladybug

Steven Universe

Monster High

Static Shock

Hellboy: Animated

Animaniacs

Tangled: The Series

Lilo & Stitch The Series

Darkwing Duck

DuckTales 2017

Wish Concept Version

Lego Monkie Kid

Buddy Thunderstruck

King of the Hill

The Simpsons

My Life as a Teenage Robot

Comic Books & Manga 🔥

Marvel & DC

Superman

Batman

Superpets

SuperSons

Hellboy

Invincible

My Hero Academia

Fullmetal Alchemist

Monthly Girls: Nozaki-kun

Deadpool

Jonah Hex

Middlewest

My Little Pony

MLP: Legends of Magic

Ouran High School Host Club

Jujutsu Kaisen

My Hero Academia: Vigilantes

Godzilla

Voltron Legendary Defender

Scott Pilgrim

Anime 🇯🇵

My Hero Academia

Sonic X

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Ya Boy Kongming!

OddTaxi

Toradora!

Monthly Girls: Nozaki-kun

Cowboy Bebop

Urusei Yatsura (2022)

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Tiger & Bunny

Solo Leveling

Jujutsu Kaisen

White Cat Legend

Dr. Stone

High Card

Demon Slayerw

Trigun: Stampede

Delicious in Dungeon

Love is War!

InuYasha/Yashahime

Polar Bear's Cafe

Rascal the Raccoon

Movie Franchises 🎬

Kung Fu Panda

The Fast Saga

Star Wars

Sheep

Hellboy

DCAU

Scooby drop

Pixar

Lego Movie

TV Series 📺

Stranger Things

Heroes

Friends

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Supernatural

Video Games 🎮

Sonic the Hedgehog

BROK The Investigator

Blind

Crash Bandicoot

Sly Cooper

Spyro

Party Games

Mario & Sonic at the Olympics Series

That's mostly the just of me and what my channel is going to start having. If you have any questions about favorite foods, animals, book series, sports or anything about personal tastes, feel free to drop them I'm my asks box, and Ill get to them as soon as possible!

Hope you'll like what I have to offer! 🌟🌟🌟

[oblivvys]

yo I think it's about time I actually post on here but also re-introduce my PMD:EoS hero and partner since they've developed a lot since their inception.

this isnt an end-all-be-all post of everything about them but this is just a basic "hey check out these fellers" sort of dealio. yes, their names are very creative, but I haven't wanted to change them since I came up with them on the spot in my first playthrough of EoS lol. I caution you that there will be spoilers for EoS ahead and you may not wanna touch it until you've experienced the story yourself :)

Chiiko

Co-Founder of Team Quiches

Chiiko's life started off crowded. Hatched last to a herd of Chikoritas, Bayleefs and Meganiums, Chiiko was also last to every meal. With so many siblings, it was incredibly difficult for her to find enough nutrients. By time she was at the age of majority, what would have been a beautiful arching leaf trailing from atop her head had grown similar to a succulent plant with lacking sunlight; a long tendril with a single small leaf at its tapering end was all she ever grew. Even into her adulthood, Chiiko would never be able to produce a large leaf canopy as others of her species could. Also due to her stunted growth, Chiiko's attacking moves are incredibly weak, and she performs better as a supporting/healing team member. Chiiko was unhappy with her simple life as a member of her large herd. Upon locating an unusual stone with a strange inscription, she found herself inspired and traveled across the Grass Continent to make a name and life for herself as an explorer. However, after purchasing a quaint seaside cliff cave aptly named "Sharpedo Bluff" with what remained of her Poke, she found herself out of her depth. Anxieties regarding her strength overcame her desire to join Wigglytuff's guild, so she resigned to performing odd jobs around Treasure Town to make enough money to survive. This continued, until she met a certain Cyndaquil after a stormy night...

Quill

Co-Founder of Team Quiches

Quill's life prior to her awakening on the beach was a mystery to all save her former comrades in the Future Timeline. Seeming to possess a fiery passion and even hotter temper, Quill was determined to protect and help the one who had discovered her on Treasure Town's shore. Though her appearance is shaggy and scarred from her rocky journey to the Past Timeline, Quill has a heart of gold and sly humor that makes even the meekest of Pokemon open up to her. It is said due to her existence as a human once before, Quill's inner flame burns hotter than most fire types, leading her to struggle with directing her moves without hurting unintended targets. While she does improve her skills, the worry has always been present in her mind that she could harm others if she doesn't focus.

Quill is initially quite dependent on Chiiko, especially during their harrowing journey to prevent time's destruction. At the height of Chiiko's sorrow after Dusknoir's betrayal, the two decide that they mean so much more to each other than just as friends. However, after the past is saved, and the future's destruction is imminent, Quill disappears along with it. She is transported back to the future, where she helps rebuild civilization among all Pokemon of the future for 6, terribly long months. This period allows Quill to discover herself beyond just the scope of self-sacrifice and her usefulness. Though the parting hurt more than anything, she does eventually reunite with Chiiko when Dialga gifts her with a gift of the future. Chiiko and Quill's story doesn't end there, and there's definitely a lot more, but I'd say that summary will suffice for the introduction to their characters and dynamic, since they're a bit of a dynamic duo :) Can't have one without the other!!! I hope you had fun reading/skimming and I hope people enjoy them as much as I do :D Fun facts: - Quill can only see through her undamaged left eye! Her right eyelids remain closed while she is capable of fully exposing her left one when she's so moved. - Chiiko came up with the team name, after her favorite food! - Quill's irises are red! She also has visible ears, similar to a rodent's! - Chiiko has large spots all over her body and small freckles across her skin, uncommon for her species. - Neither Quill nor Chiiko ever choose to evolve. - Quill is, interestingly, fluffier and more limber than most Cynadquils. In fact, if she had ever chosen to evolve, she would have become a Hisuian Typhlosion! - Chiiko, unlike in the canonical game's story, was injured by Dusknoir's Sableye during the escape in the future. She carries the scar for the rest of her life across the left side of her chest, reminding her of what she's survived.