#so she's often depicted with half her body being black an half her body being white as a show of her dual chthonic and heavenly nature

[beresaad]

HADES II ↳ Melinoë — Μηλινοη, "Dark-Minded"

[hyuny-bunny]

cybersex | camgirl! x skz

prologue . chapter II

MDNI (18+): this series will depict sex work and acts of sex. content warnings will include the following for this chapter: mentions of body image issues, girl x girl sex, mentions of sex toys, female masturbation, reader is actually bi but i did not explicitly state it in the chapter, it's a pretty mild chapter

genre: skz x camgirl!reader, use of she/her/hers wc: 2.2K

Chapter 1

It had been about 6 weeks since you had done the first live-stream, at the start, it was mainly about getting comfortable in front of the camera. Sana, being your mentor through this, started off by bringing you onto her stream. With Mina’s permission, Sana proposed the idea of allowing her to guide you through the first live. Mina trusted both of you deeply, she always understood that while this started off as a hobby for extra income it had become a job for Sana. In the same breathe, they would never compromise their relationship or boundaries. Mina expressed she was completely okay with it, she had even extended her offer to join you for this if it made you more comfortable as she often did join Sana in her streams as it brought even more views and money. 

Clothing was the first obstacle. The idea of going full frontal made the idea of jumping into a frozen pool more appealing. So to get you to dip your toes in the water, less was more. It was all about a tease. Sana had gotten you to wear a black slip dress, no bra but panties were optional. As for your face, you had found a black lace masquerade eye mask that complimented the dress well. Similarly, Sana often had a white lace masquerade mask with bunny ears that stood tall, a lot of her viewers liked the mask even after her face reveal, it played into her branding and persona. 

Sana had brought you into her cam room where she prepped you both for the live-stream. She went over all the rules and safewords, reaffirming you could stop the moment you felt uncomfortable or didn't want to do it anymore. She made sure you were familiar and settled in your headspace before beginning, you allowed her to do your hair and makeup a slow guide to calm the nerves. For Sana, these were opportunities to take her out of reality, into a space where she had control and power. It was her way of artistry, of performing, this was her stage and where she felt empowered. You had agreed to make the live no longer than an hour, so that’s where it would begin, you sat in front of Sana situated between her legs. Positioned perfectly behind the camera was a TV screen-sized monitor where you could see yourselves and the chat, comments rolling in once the camera was turned on. Mina sat in for the live quietly to take control of the live setup so she could immediately shut things off if you gave the signal, she often did this when Sana was soloing her streams. 

Although you feared you’d back down the minute the camera turned on once the compliments rolled in, you felt the adrenaline pumping. It was a head rush to see so many gawking and begging to see more of you, it didn't matter who these people were or what they looked like. It was a rush you had never felt before. So there it was, your close friend feeling you up, kissing along your neck as you guided yourself through an orgasm with your legs spread in front of the camera for all her followers to see. By this point, the other two present in the room were shocked but turned on by the show you put on. All they could focus on was your moans and whimpers, it was almost angelic and the scenery was just as heavenly. Prior to this, an account was set up for to continue with this if things worked out. Mina had taken the initiative to pin your username that would link your account, amassing two thousand followers 20 minutes into the stream and by the end, you would walk away with a total of four and a half thousand.

Once the live had finished, you felt a little embarrassed by how quickly you felt you escalated things but Mina & Sana had reaffirmed there was nothing to be embarrassed by, they were proud of how well you had done. With the gifts and donations that you had accumulated from that first live you were able to start saving for your own equipment. You had decided to solo two more lives that week, getting more comfortable and only ever masturbating/teasing for the duration to situate yourself with things you liked and disliked. At this point, you were beginning to question if you even needed your waitress job. Thus began your search for your own apartment. You had maintained a consistent amount of streams twice a week for an hour over the next four weeks, allowing you to spend time apartment-hunting. 

“You know, if I had known this little hobby would drive you out of my apartment, I would have never gotten you started,” Sana spoke as she made her morning coffee while you sat at the breakfast bar eyes lasered into the apartment listings. Sana enjoyed having you in her apartment but understood the importance of having your own space to continue doing these lives. “What am I gonna do with you gone?” she asked pouting as you hadn’t even so much as glanced at her.

“Please stop acting as if I’m dying or never coming back,” You grumbled as your eyes began to strain from the laptop's brightness. “You’ll still see me at work and I promise to come over all the time to continue to annoy you every waking chance I get.”

The apartment scene hadn’t been as glorious as it was. Luckily for you, a listing had just opened for a building not too far from where you lived. It was an open floor-plan apartment, with big arched windows and exposed brick walls. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an air conditioning unit, and hardwood. It was an interior designer's wet dream. The rent was just in your range and it was a second-floor apartment with a small balcony. You had arranged to see the apartment that day and were pleasantly surprised to find you could see the place in the next hour with only a 15-minute commute from Sana’s place. Apartments like these were hard to come by, the fear of not having a backup option ate away at you which is why you still sat at the computer. You slammed the computer deciding to just scout out the building now would be better instead of sitting here

“Well, I am off to see this place, do you want to come with?” You asked Sana as she sipped away at her coffee. 

“I’d love to but I promised to take Mina to the farmers market this morning, she’s finishing up as we speak. Call me right after though and we’ll grab lunch together.” She kisses your cheek disappearing back into her bedroom. You hum in agreeance heading towards the door, you feel a familiar nudge at your leg only to find your fur baby. Jiji was your gorgeous white and grey cat that you found on your way home after a particularly terrible shift, she had always been there to get you through the hardest times. 

“And you, my little muffin, I will see you later. Mommy’s gonna get us a nice big place for you to run and terrorize all on your own. Get you a nice big tree and the biggest fluffiest bed imaginable.” She purrs pleasantly as if she had a complete understanding of the promises you just made her.

After giving her a shower of kisses, you headed down the street to find the building. It was about 3 blocks over, it was a relief to know you could stay in an area that was still familiar to you. It was a quaint area, well-kept. There was a coffee around the corner you frequently passed on your way to work but never found the time to stop in or bothered to visit when the one closer to you had always just been across the street. You leaned against the brick wall that stopped at your hips

while waiting for the relator. Your ears perked hearing someone come out of the building. As you turned to peak at the stranger, you were met with two familiar but unexpected faces instead. 

“Fancy seeing you here, stalking us?” Seungmin was the first one to say something as they came down the stairs.

“Hmm? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen you two before this very moment,” You said as they now stood at the bottom of the stairs. Seungmin and Jeongin were two waiters from the restaurant you worked at. You were always friendly with both of them, but your friendship never went beyond the walls of the restaurant unless it was a particularly rough night and you all went out to the bar down the street for some after-work drinks.

“Are you wait for someone?” Jeongin asked. He always had such a cute that was simultaneously sharp and made him look older than he was. Seungmin on the other hand had a very boyish face, he was cute like a puppy but something in his mannerisms always said that he wasn’t as sweet as he may look.

“Sort of, I’m waiting on a realtor to tour an apartment here.”

“The one on the 2nd floor?” Seungmin asks in a higher pitch than you anticipated. 

“Actually, yeah. How’d you know?” You ask as Jeongin mutters a ‘damn’ under his breath.

“We were looking at it ourselves, we wanted to upgrade the living space. It’s incredibly nice though, it’s big, and the rooms are huge too for an apartment like that. Hard to come by.” Seungmin says as he slaps a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder. “You and Sana moving out together?”

“Oh no it's just me! I figured It was time to give her and Mina a space to themselves.” A half lie but truth be told, they did indeed need their own space.

“But it’s a two-bed-” Jeongins question gets interrupted by the realtor announcing himself.

“Hi, so which of you was touring the apartment today?” It is a short, stout man who speaks up his suit was a beige two-piece completed with a white button-down. You raise your hand in response. “Perfect! Follow me then.”

“Well, I’ll see you guys later!” You waive goodbye to them, Seungmin smiles with a waves, and Jeongin does the same with a look of confusion.

You followed the realtor up the stairs to the building entrance where he punched in the code. As you entered, someone from down the hall emerged from their place. He was tall with dark hair, he was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt, and his hair was pulled into a half ponytail with some strategically placed strands pulled out that perfectly showed off the ear piercings. He had a smock thrown over his shoulder, his eyes met yours as you passed him to the stairs, there was no denying how stunning he was. The stranger offered a wink as he walked out the door. Something in your gut told you that wouldn’t be the last time you saw him. 

The tour of the apartment wasn’t very long, the photos online did not do the place justice. There was plenty of sun beaming through the window, the kitchen was painted a deep green that perfectly contrasted with golden wood and white wall accents.  The master bedroom had plenty of space, the bathroom had a claw foot tub perfect for decompressing and aftercare pampered baths. You signed for the lease once you had your fill of the place were given notice that you could move in a week from that day.

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A week came by faster than you anticipated, you had hired a moving company to move everything for you. Work at the restaurant was slammed, you were covering as many shifts as you could to give you extra cushion to take the following week off to unpack and rest. The next time you had saw Seungmin and Jeongin, you gleefully told them about taking the apartment, and they generously offered to help you with the move-in process. You declined their offer but warmly invited them to your house warming.

Fortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot, Sana had owned most of the furniture so you had free agency to decorate the place as you pleased. Part of the move-out was agreeing to share custody of Jiji, while she was your fur baby, she was also Sana’s. You had agreed on a week-to-week schedule, this was your off week while you prepared the place. In the hunt for the most lavish and aesthetic cat furniture, you bought and assembled a cherry blossom cat tree with a matching pink cat cave for your sweet girl. After a grueling 5 days of unpacking, readjusting, and shifting, you had finally completed the place. 

Ordering so many toys, furniture pieces, and equipment for the 2nd room made you feel a little crazy. You prayed none of your new neighbors saw the number of packages that came over the days concealing the assortment of sex toys, lingerie, and camera equipment. Your camgirl room was finally complete and you had promised your viewers a special show for the long wait.

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a/n: apologies for the delay in upload. i'll have chapter 2 later tonight with the good spice. comment below or send my an ask to be added to the taglist !🤍

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[witchofhimring]

Loyalty (chapter 7 part 1)

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

(more to come!)

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, Plot twist at the end!

Synopsis: You go head to head with your husbands mistress.

"You know in Dorne butterflies symbolize rebirth?" Lady Alana and yourself were sitting in the small garden. One downside of Casterly Rock was the lack of gardens. One might say the forest made up for it, but no one dared venture there unless in a party of over fifty. There were Torch lilies, wild geraniums and sea thrifts. Despite the names being rather drab compared to others they were quite beautiful. Lady Alana had taken some of the wild geraniums and made a circlet of purple. Although she wore red most often purple was her favourite colour. It was solely the two of you. Ever since the execution your ladies had started to avoid you. You were caught between anger and guilt. Which one of these self-righteous ladies had spoken a word? They kept silent then so what made them think they had to right to speak on this matter?

But a small part of you felt this was not unwarranted. After all you were guilty. And every time you closed your eyes you saw a distant memory of Rhaenyra hugging her son. If there was such a thing as revenge would you lose your child? They did the same with Helaena, and she was innocent. In the dark you saw men with daggers. Images of a knife plunging into your chest. The worst part was that just maybe you deserved it. Every morning there was a howling wind which drowned out any other noise from outside. A wind had picked up and seawater crashed against the rocks in a fury. You spent most days in your room, consumed by thoughts and waiting to see if you would quicken. Part of you worried this was simply your own imagination. Was your belly truly expanding or was this just hopeful thinking? Once word got around that you were truly pregnant some of the ladies did come to see you. Now that you carried, or rather perhaps, the heir to Casterly Rock people were more courteous and measured in their approaches. Even Tyshara now said nothing against you. Although that probably had more to do with her father than any new caring.

Despite the death of Vaeron war still raged. After the loss of her first and third sons Rhaenyra was said to be inconsolable. When they told you this the response was "I do not wish to hear of it". Victory, you prayed, must come quick. For if Rhaenyra won you would be shown no mercy. Vengeance might even fall upon your child. Even if Rhaenyra did not order it then Daemon most certainly would. When Vaemond Velaryon had spoken that day Daemon had sent the top half of his head onto the ground. Maybe what was what they intended for you. Or fed to Syrax.

Speaking of the blacks, now that Vaeron's army had been defeated Jason Lannister's attentions fell on the Riverlands. Many of who turned out for Rhaenyra. Vaeron had been Rhaenyra's man there, though even with him gone the Riverlords still held firm. Although tension was not what it was when the Ironborn looked ready to take the coast there was still anxiety putrefying the air. Half a year of war and already everyone was sick of it. Sometimes you thought that it might not be so bad to just fall asleep and never wake it. Memories of a happier time came to you in your sleep. Waking up early to sneak down to the alcove with Aemond, looking at Helaena's bug collection, spending long hours in the library as a golden sun bathed your body. In those happy days you had twirled in a throng of silks and laughed with the Queen's ladies. You had been, and would have been content to remain, just a lady in waiting. Your memories went even further back into memories shut away. Your room back at Highgarden had green walls with tapestries of gold. A balcony opened out onto the gardens bellow were water ran and flowers gently bent in the wind. You had raced along the halls with childhood companions who's names you had long forgotten. While their names were lost you recalled some features. One had blonde hair that fell to her feet when let lose. Another had brown curls always hidden in a cap. And there was one who wore yellow and black who's features were all bust lost. Except that she liked to laugh. You wondered what the rest of them were doing right now. Elinor was lost to you. You liked to imagine she had found a kind place to stay, but the chances of that were slim. Lady Katrina was unwell as of late, only thirty and three years. Flora you had not heard from in a while. From what you heard her father was to marry her to a lord in the Stormlands. Like you she would be torn from her family. Helaena had completely spiraled into madness and they were considering having Aegon set her aside for Cassandra Baratheon. Aegon had taken to the milk of the poppy and grief. There were stories of how he walked people copulate in front of him as he could no longer. As for Aemond you heard nothing personal. Only that he was laying waste to everything and everyone. Not since the Dornish wars had no much blood been spilt by Vhaegar. He had taken Harrenhal after Daemon Targaryen had abandoned it. From what you heard Ellyn also resided there. Perhaps now she would not find the life of a princess to glamorous. They said Harrenhal was haunted and although you had never seen the place you heard its stories. How the ghosts of Haron the Blacks victims haunted the halls. It was said that ever family that had taken up residence and ruled from the keep met their end. Haron and his line had met their end in a fiery furnace. Alys second wife of Maegor the Cruel gave birth to a stillborn monster and the Harroway line was put to death. You were not the most suspicious person but you believed that place to be cursed.

"Nnn-!" You woke up terribly sore one morning. You sat upright as your back tried out in protest. Worried, you hitched up your nightgown to see clean white undergarments. There was no pain in your belly but still you woke Katrina. "Katrina, I need you to get a maester." Katrina was gone and nervously you paced. Not too long later a maester entered and asked you questions. Next he asked you to lay down on the bed before touching certain parts of your body. Next he pulled out a familiar looking device and you bolted upright. "No! You will not put that in me!" With an unnaturally high voice you bolted up. "My lady there is no need to worry. As you are not a virgin this will not hurt so much." But memories of the last time overruled and you said you would do no such thing. Relenting, the maester put his things back. "Although I have not looked I can say with decent confidence that you are indeed with child." Your laugh was a mixture of disbelief and joy. Hands went to your belly as for the first time you knew something was growing inside of you. Soon enough this little thing would come into the world. Your child. Your legacy. Katrina jumped to beside you and pulled you into an embrace. "Oh I am so happy for you!" The maester smiled and made ready to leave. "I wish to tell my husband myself." You said. "Of course, it is your good fortune after all." You hurriedly changed and ordered Katrina to stay. This was something you wanted to do on your own. Down the hall you went, until you ran into Tyshara. She leveled a haughty look your way. "Pray tell, why are you visiting my husband?" "I am his wife. It is my right." Tyshara smirked. "Do not speak to me of rights when you have yet to be pregnant. My father believes you might be. But until a more reliable informer tells me I am afraid your right counts for very little." Glee spread across your face. You relished that this time you had the upper hand. "Well it just so happens that a maester has just confirmed I am with child." Tyshara's face fell and the beautiful pink hue that adorned her cheeks faded. "And perhaps it will be a boy." You glided right past her.

Jason Lannister sat at his desk pouring over maps. One hand was in his hair, tugging at the blond strands. "What is it?" His tone told you your presence was far from welcome at the moment. You considered turning back, but Tyshara's smirking face came to mind and your resolve hardened. "A maester came to visit." He said "hmm" but nothing else. Annoyed by his lack of concern you sighed. "My lord I am with child." At first he did not react. But as the news slowly sunk in Jason Lannister set the quill down and looked up at you. In a heartbeat he was up and suddenly you were gathered you in his arms. He let out a deep sigh and a low laugh escaped him. "Thank the Gods." He held you there and all you heard was deep breathing. When Jason Lannister let go, but his hands remain on your arms. "Y/n, this is the best news you could ever give me." He was smiling at you in a way he never had before. Feeling very hot you looked to the ground. Jason Lannister's hands lifted your chin and his lips touched yours. First softly, then with more urgency. His hands undid the braid in your hair letting it fall down around you. Next he undid the string at the front and your gown was pulled off your shoulders before you were bare before him. You squeezed your legs as something stirred within you. Before the fireplace he took you. Your nails ran down his back as for the first time a heightening of ecstasy shuddered through your body. A cry broke free as it overcame you. Laying down on the carpet you struggled to find breath, trying to process what had just happened. It felt like your heart was beating between your legs. Every breath had to be a conscious effort. You could hear Jason Lannister breathing heavily next to you. He rolled over and carded his fingers through your hair. "Good girl." He sighed.

Normally word would get getting round of how you were with child. But Jason Lannister was quick to hush it all up. He worried that Rhaenyra would take vengeance for her son. And so instead of rejoicing at your new condition you were wracked with fear. What if she found out anyway? You remembered that now she had lost three children. There had been that little stillborn girl. Never before that you though of it very much. How her baby had slipped out of her in great pain, born but not alive. Would that be your babies fate? You had never witnessed a stillbirth or miscarriage, having been an unmarried woman. But you heard the stories and the worn out bodies of the women forced to endure such a trial. Every morning you would wake and check the sheets. And when there was no blood you felt a sigh of relief. Every move was careful. You watched what you ate, where you walked, and made sure never to be alone. Dresses where altered to draw attention away from the belly. Of your ladies, only Lady Alana, Katrina and Lady Mari knew the truth.

"Who are you writing to?" Lady Alana had been by the window for the better part of an hour writing with the upmost seriousness. When you asked she flushed and drew the parchment closer to her chest. Several of the other ladies sewing by your side looked up. "A love letter?" Questioned one slightly leaning forward. Seeing the tips of her ears go red you forestalled their curiosity by drawing attention to a conversation that your stepdaughter Lady Cerelle was having. You found this stepdaughter more pleasing than her elder sister. She was blonde with striking green eyes, but had a softer look to her face. You had only spoken to her a few times but she seemed sweet enough. Tyshara had been avoiding you since the maester had confirmed your pregnancy. You reckoned she would grow to regret her actions. No longer were you the lords new bride. You were the recognized lady of Casterly Rock, mother to his heir. And if you so wished it, her future would be in your hands.

"Oh! That is beautiful!" One of your ladies had observed the purple butterflies delicately woven into the cloth. A gold thread was used to extenuate the details in the wings. Last night you had dreamed of a cocoon wrapped around a butterflies body, encasing it within its grasp. Its green colour obscured the struggling butterfly inside. Then everything was washed away with a great gust of seawater and a butterfly burst from its depths, blue wings beating. It was a pity there were no butterflies near Casterly Rock. "You like it? I plan to use it as a handkerchief. Perhaps lions will be my next designs." "You know I can just never get lions right when it comes to stitching." Sighed Katrina forlornly. Lady Cerelle took a look at her stitching with keen eyes. "I don't know, they do look like cats." Katrina took it back. "Yes, like the fat kitchen cats. Not lions!" A few ladies laughed and then fell into a lull.

All the ladies looked up as the door opened and Lady Redwyne made her entrance. Some of the ladies dared to stare as she curtsied to you and took her place. Lady Redwyne rarely mingled within the same circles as you. A few did welcome her two being your own ladies. It occurred to you that she must have friends attending to you. Did they talk about you behind your back? You know as a lady you should not care what a mistress thinks. But there was a tightness in your chest just having to watch her. A braver but more foolish woman would have sent her away. Such a scene was not permitted no matter her rank. If you did rage they would blame you and not the husband. They would say you were a bad wife with no thoughts to how Jason Lannister had shamed you. "That is a lovely dress for the baby. How is she?" Lady Rain laid a hand on Lady Redwyne's arm. She smiled a lovely smile that for a moment made you forget who she was. "She is very well and growing stronger every day." Lady Redwyne had borne your husband two children, Greta who served Lady Margaret, wife to one of Jason Lannister's uncles and Sophia, two years of age. The other two bastards were Narissa, borne to some kitchen maid. She served in the kitchens and then there was Ann, five years of age born to the daughter of a knight. Of all the children she was the only one not to reside at Casterly Rock.

You wondered what it was like for your predecessor. They said the late Lady Johanna loved her lord dearly. You could only imagine that she was in a much worse state than yourself. At least the Gods had been kind enough not to grant any of his mistresses a son by him. Deep down you prayed for a son. "No mere mistress will bare a son before I." You swore to yourself. "You must be so busy making clothes for your daughter." Lady Rain said to Lady Redwyne. "Yes. Well you know at her age how it is." "If only we were all as lucky as you. Did you not fall pregnant quickly? I pity women who have to wait, or never fall pregnant at all." Her eyes suddenly darted towards yours. It was only for a moment, but you noticed, as did a few others. Lady Redwyne looked mortified and mumbled something you could not quite make out. Your eyes fixed on the woman who had been so bold. She was one of your ladies, although you did not know her well. She was a little older than yourself with heaps of black hair that fell to her knees and piecing grey eyes. You were torn between anger and glee since you knew something she did not. "They say that you need love to be with child. Or at least pleasure. I pity women who receive neither." That was it. You were sick and tired of disrespect in your own home and certainly not by the mistress or her friend.

And they all went pale with what you said next.

Notes: Okay some for some reason tumblr would not let me go over a certain word limit. Alys was supposed to be in this chapter as were Ellyn and Aemond. So consider this part one of chapter 7. I'm really annoyed by this because I like my chapters to be around seven thousand words long but I guess we will have to make due for now.

I have decided that this series is going to have three parts to it. Part one is Loyalty, part two will be called Disloyalty and part three is yet to be decided. Also butterflies being used as a symbol of rebirth in Dorne is something I made up for the sake of this story.

Also I realized I gave the same name to two different characters, Katrina and Lady Catrina (whoops!).

[floydsglasses]

Supernatural- Dagger Edition

{All Daggers included}

THIS FAILS IM DONE

𝐁��𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲"𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰- 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐦

Nephilim are the offspring between angels and humans. They have souls but are endowed with the strength and power of an angel. Often depicted as blood thirsty which is not the case, they keep a low profile, so they are no longer seen as threats but can be dangerous when provoked. They are described with gold eyes and wings, biblically described as giants.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧"𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧-𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

Merman is a legendary aquatic creature with the upper body of human and the scaly tail and fins of fish. They are described as inherently beautiful with glossy skin, they appearance can vain, sometimes described with razor sharp claws and fangs. They can be benevolent but are known for rescuing swimmers and deciding the fate of ships. They can be very independent and easily angered if challenged .

𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 "𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱" 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞-𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐞

The Wailing Woman as they are often called, are spirits of humans who can depict when someone is going to die or is close to death. Her scream's are known to cause insanity and/or death.  Their hearing is far superior to a humans, and do not age. If she has experienced a bad life she can be vengeful in her afterlife.

𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 "𝐁𝐨𝐛" 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝-S𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫

Satyrs are half men half goat, with their leg's as goat, including horns from the head. They are known for shauning modern life usually keeping to themselves but can become friendly when brought out of shell. They are usually described as wild, true environmentalists caring for nature, hating those who dare ruin it, they are known to be able to control nature, with help of their reed and talk to animals

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 "𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚-𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

Hellhound's are often depicted as a violent black dog with glowing red eyes, they are also shown as human being's who can engulf their entire body with flames with glowing oranges eyes with claws and fangs. They are known to be roaming all over the countryside in wood's and loyal to their masters, practically immortal

𝐑𝐮𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐧 "𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤" 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡-𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟

A Werewolf is a human that has the ability to shape-shift into a raging ferocious wolf and wolf-like beast typically when there is a full moon. They can either take the form of a typical wolf or a wolf-human like beast with fur. They are fairly normal till the full moon, when human they have strength and agility, sound, and healing factor. They are far more dangerous in wolf form as they are no longer in touch with their humanity.

𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐲 "𝐂𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐭𝐞" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨-𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞

A Vampire is a human reborn with a taste for blood, they are known for their immortality, super speed, strength, and their charm. Usually human cannot resist their charm's, which makes them a perfect companion or meal. They look human, unnaturally beautiful, when their fang's come out their face will contort. Unfortunately they cannot be out in the sun and have to be invited into homes. They are immortal till they are killed or cured

literally dont care what you do with this post its gonna fail either way so enjoy because its the last moodboard from me possibly I'm going through a phase rn

[inkyarcturus]

For my contribution for pride month I’d like to share my personal head canons for Harry Potter characters!!!

Harry Potter: I’m gonna be honest I project on this man far too unhealthily to NOT be biased (I’ve been going by the name Harry in IRLfor 3 and a half years now I think? Bc of this man /srs) but that man’s bi with a capital B 💕💜💙 personally I enjoy seeing trans man Harry as well but unfortunately I don’t see as many fanfics of him as such :,) shoutout to all the fanfic creators I see making Harry a trans woman tho!!! I’d also love to see a genderfluid/nonbinary Harry or two!!!

Hermione Granger: trans woman!!! 🏳️‍⚧️ *crowd cheers* as for sexuality wise? I’ve seen her depicted as straight, bisexual and lesbian- and honestly I think I can see her fitting all of these!!!

Ronald Weasley: I always struggle to pinpoint what I headcanon Ron to be. I have seen a couple of people headcannoning him as a trans man 🏳️‍⚧️- referencing Molly continuing to have children until she had a girl creates perfect levels of angst for this- but I wouldn’t say it’s a permanent aspect of him inside my head. Now that I think about him a little more- I think I might headcanon him as unlabeled more than anything sexuality wise. I think he’s into women but he wouldn’t be opposed or too surprised if he developed a crush on a guy.

Luna Lovegood: She’s a lesbian 🏳️‍🌈💕 (I will occasionally accept fanfics where she is pan and is with Neville but her being a lesbian is the main headcanon) also a little gender queer in whichever way you choose 🏳️‍⚧️ sometimes I see her as genderfluid, bigender and just generally nonbinary

Ginny Weasley: bi- so so bi 💕💜💙

Draco Malfoy: Gayest motherfucker in town I’m sorry- Mr. Tells his father literally everything about Harry 💚🤍💙

Remus Lupin: bi 💕💜💙 there’s no question about that in my mind, I think he has a small preference for men but that’s it!!!

Sirius Black: He switches between using the labels queer and gay but you know that man kisses other men!!! 💚🤍💙 I know a lot of people tend to headcanon him as genderfluid which I enjoy seeing but it’s never been a main stay headcanon for me :,)

Tonks: (She/they) Lesbian and Intersex 🏳️‍🌈💕💛🟣. I’m sorry but the age gap between Remus and her in the original books make me uncomfortable- as for being intersex, I think most ppl believe being a metamorphmagus means she is automatically genderfluid, while I like seeing genderfluid representation, I think ppl often fail to acknowledge the difference between sex and gender. As a metamorphmagus, she transforms her body, her gender doesn’t seem to change w it in the books. While I like the headcanons of them being genderfluid I wish more people explored that specific idea.

Severus Snape: queer? Queer. In every sense of the word. I think most people view him as bi 💕🟣💙 which I agree with (Lily and Mulciber, also absolutely headcanon him having a crush on both Lucius AND Narcissa) but also I think he’s a little bit gender funky- I mean just look at him- no one who stands like that isn’t just cis /ref. Sev absolutely painted his nails and did eyeliner, he absolutely wore a floor length black skirt and absolutely had days where mister hit wrong in all the right places and everyone in her group helped by doing tiny things like braiding her hair and putting bat clips in it for fun 🏳️‍⚧️

Anyways speed run round 🏃

💕🟣💙: Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang (has the fandom chosen a new name for her yet?) Bill Weasley

🧡💛🤍🩵💙: Charlie Weasley, Neville? (Didn’t think of this until just now but it’s growing on me?-)

🏳️‍🌈💚🤍💙: Dean thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Dumbledore (I may not like him that much but he is gay)

🏳️‍🌈💕: Minerva Mcgonagall, Poppy Pomfrey

If I missed anyone I’m sorry :,)

Anyways!!! Join if you’d like with your own headcanons!!!

@pottistic @marriso1 (If you guys don’t wanna join w ur own headcanons that’s okay! I thought this would just be fun :P)

[lightlessentwine]

after watching Smough's video about Miquella, i'd like to supplement the video with a bit of my own take based on it, as well as personal findings:

-St. Trina and Miquella may have shared one body because of having been born of a single-bodied Rebis/God. this is an ability only demonstrated by Marika and not even Malenia seems to demonstrate this.. perhaps because her curse to Rot is the reason for her lack of personal identity; she does not have an identity to project other than what she is, due to her affliction. in the current age, all she has been doing is dreaming(*) and awakens promptly when we arrive; likely to the only movement of air she's felt in ages

-with mention of Tarnished Archaeologist's detail about Michaelangelo's diagram of the human, you see that that can then be placed into a five pointed star. i believe it lends at least some creedence to its relation to the image i had shared; the inverted star symbolizing a horned goat, or oftentimes Baphomet- likely a signal of Messmer's presence as something *inherent* to the Golden Order; without the current Elden Ring there would be no Order but the current Order hides a serpent at the Central Intersection, which seems to represent Messmer. Baphomet was/is a pagan cult deity who represents balance and neutrality, and is almost always depicted doing a gesture signifying "as above; so below"; he is even labeled as half-human, half-animal, male and female, good and evil. he is referred to as a man but is essentially every binary set in balance; even seen as both a deity and a demon.

Literally anything not set into a binary in Elden Ring *confounds and terrifies* followers of the Golden Order. it in fact worries Corhyn so deeply that he refuses to believe Goldmask as he grovels in the ashes of the Erdtree; honestly, he looks like he's about to go mad. one of the biggest revelations in the entire game is premised around breaking a binary that was never proven to be binary at all.

in other words, the entire Golden Order is based in dichotomies and binaries, and there is a fundamental flaw in that regard, because it disregards the individual and non-binary aspects of The World to force them into a simple mold that was going to fall with time anyway

like with Gwyn's plight in dark souls, it was never about the people, it was about preventing a coming age and clinging onto whatever control, by preserving the current one forever.

As i've stated many times before, I think Miquella is the physical body and the original entity of Faith while St. Trina is a Lunar Reflection (the Albedo, or an Animus in Jungian Psych) and the hero and protector of the people she often envisions herself as. Messmer residing in the shadow realm represents a deep seated truth within miquella- a sort of "cognitive rubedo" if you will or a "truth of the mind" that he hates as much as others fear and that nobody wants found. part of this truth is marika's fault but has left miquella with a personal guilt that has torn at him so badly that eventually, a shadow of himself tore away and became its own monster from within. with the shadow realm being physically separated from the lands between, it is likely that they are a cognitive realm of marika's, of sorts, as well now.

Marika herself had this shadow hidden away, and this presents rather well because we know that there was a long period after the night of black knives that marika was still active and likely becoming more distraught. on top of this, it is within Jungian psychology that one's anima and animus come to them in dreams.it is also true that a shadow persona is borne of a conflict tearing at one's conscious until it becomes its own entity.

[itwaskozki]

Hark, Lord Impaler - Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of characters or events from Elden Ring.

Author’s Notes: A little 800 words as a start. Just a little setup for the story that our main character will reminisce on quite often. Also, thanks @asianbutnotjapanese for being one of the few people interested!

Summary: Messmer saves a human child during an attack on a hornsent settlement.

Warnings: Violence, depictions of blood/wounds, depictions of war

Smoke swirled in the air like an evil veil, heavy and black, shrouding the town once bustling with everyday activity in a menacing darkness. The light illuminating the streets was not that of the setting sun, but the red glow of wild flames. The air was thick with the smell of burning; burning buildings, burning flesh. Charred bodies littered the ground, others were still dying. The wailing of women and children pierced through the clashing of steel and shouting of soldiers like the swords and spears ripping through bellies.

Messmer the Impaler watched this chaos ensue with no expression. The hornsent at his feet spasmed, attempting to curse his killer with its final breath, but all that came out was gurgling nonsense as blood bubbled from its mouth. The leader of the crusade pulled his wicked spear from the hornsent– its blood pooling at his feet– death throes now finished. 

Be it one man, be it a whole city; even the most horrific killing could become nothing more than a chore, given time.

The red serpents craned their heads around, observing the genocide– for this was no battle– on behalf of Messmer. Messmer saw through their eyes, as they were one with his body since birth, and he had no eyes of his own. Not anymore. Not since his mother gouged his only working eye and replaced it with her own seal. His fist gripped his spear tighter as his mind drifted to that memory. 

No, he should not feel anger, or dare he say hurt. That had been for the best. He was a danger to his mother and her Golden Order otherwise. He was a monster, and she had been right to seal that dark serpent away inside of him. Mother understood though, and would let him into her golden lands soon enough. Just as soon as he avenged her people.

A serpent hissed and Messmer blinked his way back to reality to see a child, wrists bound in rope, raise a dagger and plunge it into the back of her captor. The demigod raised his hand to kill her with his cursed fire when he realized she slew a hornsent, not one of his men. Not just a child, but a human child, and therefore someone he was obligated not to kill, perhaps even save.

The girl was rather scrawny, covered in grime and blood, and could be no older than four and ten. Perhaps the hornsent had taken her to be stuffed in a jar and melded as the savages did with so many.  Her eyes were wide with fear that was only amplified tenfold when she saw Sir Messmer. She trembled from terror and exhaustion but otherwise didn’t move, torn between awe and horror at the sight of the demigod until something finally pulled her attention away from him and had her try to run. She didn't make it far before she tripped over an object concealed with soot. The ash plastered to her skin as she wildly turned around to see a towering horned warrior of the hornsent slowly approach her, raising its great iron sword to cleave her in half, paying Messmer no mind, if it had seen him at all.

Messmer threw his spear at the warrior, killing it in a single shot. The spear skewered the hornsent with a splatter of blood and lodged itself firmly into the ground until the Impaler summoned it back to his hand. The body fell to the ground with a thud. He ambled to where the girl had fallen and let a serpent extend to allow him a better look. Her body lay limp and unconscious, her breathing rasped softly, the only indication of life in her yet. Blood– whether it was her own or another’s– had seeped into her clothes, dying the shawl around her shoulders a dark red, as if a gruesome mockery of Messmer’s own garment. Perhaps it was a sign from Marika. If so, it was a cruel one, but– he thought with a grimace– it was not outside of his mother’s nature to be cruel…far from it.

Her eyes fluttered open briefly and she groaned in pain. Messmer took a moment to locate one of his men, simultaneously noticing the battle was beginning to dwindle like the flames devouring the buildings. 

“Soldier,” he addressed the first of his men to come close, “Dost deliver this child unto one who may tend to her health.”

The soldier nodded in acknowledgment and came to carefully lift the girl in his arms and carry her off. Messmer watched as they faded out of view into the mist of cinders and ash. Once he had gotten to regrouping his troops and having it made sure that no hornsent remained alive, the girl was quickly forgotten. She did not cross his mind again until they were far from the smoldering ruins.

The Impaler looked at his most trusted knights, their armor gleaming, scarlet capes flowing behind them, untouched by most of the filth of battle. He thought again of the girl’s blood-soaked cloth and decided to thank his mother for the supposed sign.

Perhaps there was use to be made of that child yet.

[mask131]

As I am making my way down the Dictionary of Female Myths, I thought of sharing some articles not about the Greco-Romans for once! And since we are in summer – it means beach, water, sea – so welcome this loose translation/vague recap of an article about the myth of the Mamy Watta, written by Lilyan Kesteloot!

Kesteloot presents the myth of the Mamy Watta as being present across most of the shores and coastal areas of Africa, and as an equivalent to the myth of the mermaid in Europe. Like her, the Mamy Watta is a “lady of the waters” or a “water woman” who lives in the depths of the sea, and has an habit of seducing human men – but any further correspondence between the two legends stops there.

The several Mamy Watta (aka, “mamy water”) find their origins in the religious animism of the continent: they are first and foremost spirits and goddesses that received a worship. For example, the sea goddess Yemandja wo is present among the pantheons of the Yoruba, Ewe and Fon (Nigeria, Togo, Benin). The imagery of the rituals depicts Yemanda with long black hair contrasting with a light-colored skin ; often her half-naked body is surrounded by a long snake. She has her own priestesses, and her faithful followers: her cult and myths were transported, almost without modification, to Haiti and Brazil, due to most of the imported slaves of these countries coming from the South-Western coast of Africa. But the Mamy Watta of Africa is also found all throughout the Antilles (West Indies), under the name of “Manman di l’eau”.

On the shores of Senegal, the myth of the Water Lady is very active and linked to specific rituals. She is one of the “rab”, the genies that haunt the sacred places of the country, and to which one must make sacrifices only when they manifest. The sea-rab appears in men’s dreams and “calls” for them. The one who has been “called” during his sleep must answer this call, or face grave troubles. Usually he mut go see a specialist, a “ndeupkat”, who will reveal to him the name of his rab, how to satisfy it, and what he is forbidden to do. The man will have to regularly offer the rab milk and millet porridge, and it will become his personal protecting spirit. This alliance can however enter in conflict with the man’s human marriage, or the relationship between the man and the rab can deteriorate if there is a form of negligence. Then, the rab becomes not a protector but a tormentor, by disturbing the spirit and twisting the behavior of the “unfaithful” partner. The man will either suffer from a madness in the form of regular mental breakdowns, or from a long and deep depression. This type of rab-caused disorders are well-known among the Wolof, Lébou and Sereer. To heal the victim, one must gather specialists to organize a “Ndeup”, a ceremony which lasts from three days to a week. Its purpose is to reconcile the sick man and his rab, by sacrificing a cow, painting the man with the cow’s blood and making him drink it, then covering him with white veils. The rab is prayed to with lengthy melodies, and finally one must take the sick man take a bath in the sea – supposedly healing him and reconciling him with his “sea-bride”. To put it briefly: one can never get rid of a sea-rab, one must simply learn to live with it. The rab can sometimes appear not as a woman, but as a man – however in these cases, it always calls out to women rather than men.

Another type of Mamy Watta manifestations can be identified at the mouth of rivers. It is considered that these legends were born out of the sighting and presence of manatees/sea cows, large sea-mammals with breasts: they are perceived as the manifestations of the water-spirit in countries such as Cameroun, Gabon and Congo. The encounter with these spirit-women is not codified by religion: rather, when someone is harassed by one, it is considered as a charm or spell that must be dispelled by a healer. However, among the Douala, the “Djengu” is a key part of the initiation rituals of the Ngondo society.

Finally, sometimes the Mamy Watta can live inside the continent, in lakes and rivers. We know, for example, of Faro, the twin sister of the god Pemba, a primordial goddess of the Bambara mythology. She lives within the Niger river and commands fecundity, both human and vegetal. She is linked to the problems women must face, and to the rituals surrounding the birth of children. She has priests dedicated to her: she can appear as a woman, but usually manifests as a fish ; specific fish species, such as the catfish, are considered her companions. Further away in the Niger river, by the area of the Niamey, another water-spirit rules: Harakoy. Legend claims she was a Fulani woman who was seen naked in her bath, and out of shame she threw herself in the river, never to come out of it again. Ever since, she lives in the water: the fishermen worship her, and so do the Sonrhaï, riverside farmer, and she regularly appears by the side of other local deities. There is also Mame Coumba Lamba, who rules over the Senegal river and the city of Saint-Louis: she is said to be responsible for either the abundance or rarity of fishes, as well as the sudden floods of the river. A last example would be Mame Yungume, who haunts the mouth of the Gambie and Saloum rivers.

The presence of those water-goddesses is very prominent across the African continent, not to say almost banal – and those listed above are but a handful of them. It is notably because the myth of the Mamy Watta is still very much alive and active in Africa, unlike the legend of the mermaid in Europe. Be it individual or collective, as a long as a myth finds roots within rituals or a cult, it becomes part of the religion. Most of the legends described here are tied to local religions still in full strength today, while the sirens of Odysseus or the Little Mermaid of Andersen were reduced a long time ago to mere literary figures.

The image, or rather the very concept of the “women” that comes out of those water-ladies is not clear-cut or one-sided. If in Europe the mermaid is always a beautiful seductress who is dangerous to the sailors, in Africa the appearance and roles of the Mamy Watta are diverse. The rab described above, for example, are not particularly graceful or charming – they can even appear as old people, since they are called “Mame”, which means “grandmother”. Their manifestations are sometimes scary, and they can sport monstrous appearances. As for Faro, the main goddess of the Bambara mythology, she appears to her chosen ones as a mother rather than a wife, when she doesn’t take the shape of a giant fish.

The behavior of the Mamy Watta is ambivalent, and mankind’s alliance with them just as ambiguous. If one honors and worship the Mamy Watta, she will favorize you. But if you offend a Mamy Watta, by either transgressing a rule or neglecting a sacrifice, she will get angry and persecute you. But are they more demanding or capricious than the other spirits and gods of Africa? One cannot really claim such a thing, their role even seems to be quite positive: they do not wish the destruction of their human partners. They are rarely wicked, as long as the terms of their alliance/union are respected ; and this is unlike Mousso Koroni for example, the goddess of disasters of the Bambara cosmogony, who takes the appearance of a witch and always manifests herself with violence and destruction.

Sometimes, the Mamy Watta can be androgynous, sporting masculine traits ; other times they actually have a family of their own: Faro for example was said to have a husband, and Faro-children who stole vegetables from the gardens near the river. The Mamy Watta, whose tales are always told by moonlight, are always ambiguous, as much in their role as in their gender.

[3gremlins]

Elden Ring Tarot: Death (Ranni) ⬆️transformation, change, endings, transition ⬇️stagnation, decay

I felt the character of Ranni worked well for the death card which doesn't represent death PER SE, but rather the concept of change (sometimes drastic). In the game, her entire goal is to break the current cycle and break free from destiny (going so far as to not only orchestrate the murder of another being, but also to sacrifice her own body).

Tbh, there are several characters who are also trying to bring down the golden order (the current ruling faction/world order) but Ranni's the one trying to break free entirely from the cycle (a lot of the other characters want to replace it with their own version for the most part, or just kill the current ruling pantheon).  please do not repost | if you like my work and want to see more, consider becoming a patron! This piece is currently available as a coloring page to all patrons | prints will be available in my shop other cards: The Magician | Three of Swords

----Elden Ring Spoilers---

If you follow her questline and get her ending, you enter the Age of Stars (she's also heavily associated with the moon) so ofc I could not resist a moon/starscape! 

She's sitting atop the corrupted skull of godwyn the golden (who is transformed from "beautiful god" to a creepy monster who brings a death blight- corruption- to the lands between) with her feet resting on his original body's corpse. 

You can also see her original form (which you can find in game). They both have a rune of death inscribed into them- this was originally a fully round rune- so they each have one half essentially. The predominant lore theory is that Ranni inscribed her half of the rune into her own body, while the black knife assassins (whom she  hired) put the other half into godwyn.  The idea is that by doing so, she killed his soul but her flesh (if the rune was whole, it would entirely kill one person) in order to break the golden order and escape her own fate as an emperyean (a chosen potential successor to the golden order).  (if you're interested in more lore on this, i super rec smoughtown's videos)

I figured this all works for the death card, since death is usually depicted either walking or riding across a field of dead nobility (to show that no one escapes death/change) and often also has skulls/death imagery around it (despite the card not actually being that scary). In the game, godwyn's essence? what's left of him after having his soul killed anyway, manifests in melty/corrupted versions of his face/skull in the actual environment (on the backs of crabs, in the ground, etc) and also in the death blight/root. 

So I included those as framing elements (i went with the thorny vines instead of the death root itself mostly b/c that's the fx used when you get it in game and it reads better visually)

[xxmiracle]

~𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽~

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚌 𝚡 𝚘𝚌

Summary- Kuragari the Frightfull Wild Dragon of the Universe

Word count: 441

Warnings: None

Maria had watched the same dream for her whole life

The fired flames of Altea turned to nothing but burned nothing. The men, women and children of Altea run away in horror of their very own home coming into ruin by what they believed their own allies. She’d spawned in the same place every time, the midst of all the chaos watching as every innocent being out there be burned to death like they’re very home was hell. She wondered if any of them thought if any of them caused this, praying why this falling upon them. 

It was the most unfortunate the Alteans have faced by the Galrans, to whom they’ve been allied with for so long. In her dreams she wished she could help, growing scared for every corner she turned there was a dead altean and every look above the ashy sky there was a Galran ship and her Empire’s own very dragon’s in Galran armor forced set flames on the city. 

The horror of using live beings in battle was more haunting than machines. Dragons were capable of being big and wild creatures but to the point of being chained proved to everyone in the universe that the Galra can have anything. Emperor Zarkon would stop at nothing. 

Kuragari was one of the most unique dragons in Dracaena. Often a creature that would often be afraid of and isolated or seeked upon out of fear. He never took riders during his rumored ten thousand years of living so he was often depicted as one of the few wild dragons flying across the Universe. He’s as black as night and red-blood scaled dragon with horns as white as bones across his body. He’s often described as a dragon dark and fast as a shadow. The only recognizable of him when you first see him is the diamond white marking on his snout between his violet shining eyes. And his large white grinning growl. 

It took thousands of years for the dragon's no-rider streak to be broken by a half-dracean and half-human dragonless ten-year old girl after coming across him on Earth sleeping in the caverns of the desert. The giant beast despite his violent nature never attacked or showed his fangs and only looked curiously at the young girl. As the old dragon left to go venturing for any source of food in the galaxy he came back to find the young girl waiting for him, every single time. 

In the next two years Maria Kogane claimed Kuragari as her first dragon taking upon their first ride together. And then in a few months she started dreaming. 

A/N: Apologies for anybody expecting this. I'll be having chapter 1 and 2 published soon and hopefully the episodes on Arus published before August 3rd. Of course, there's no promises but it's a goal I'd like to meet before I leave. Please, leave comments it motivates me more and constructive criticism is welcome just be nice please.

[memerella]

harry potter headcanons/concepts/aus that i LOVE

- first of all, my FAVORITE ships:

- drarry (i mean, c'mon, its so obvious it hurts)

- i liked ginny x harry, bc i like ginny a lot, BUT GINNY X PANSY?! at the edge of my seat, screaming, crying, throwing up

- love me my ronmione, but i also like ace!hermione, being way too focused on her career and her passions than even think about a relationship

- blaise x neville (x luna?)

- ron x lavender

- wolfstar

- i love jily sm but i also love james x lily x regulus?????

- harry is half indian (the potters being indian) tbh i never imagined him that way while growing up and seeing daniel radcliff as harry. but the more i got into the fandom on tumblr, the more i feel in love with this concept.

it somehow makes so much more sense??? not only bc representation matters, but also the hate he got in his early life. harry grew up at the dursleys, in a middle class neighborhood in 1980 England. And all i'm trying to say with that is:

Discrimination against people of Indian origin in the United Kingdom has a long history.

Starting in the late 1960s and peaked during the 1970s and 1980s, Indians and other racial minority groups living in the United Kingdom were the victims of racist violence and they were often subjected to physical violence by supporters of far-right, anti-immigration and racist political parties.

(Wikipedia)

i can imagine vernon and his sister were THE perfect candidates for being racist twats. vernon hated harry and his father for being wizards, but why would marge hate him THAT MUCH? she didnt know harry and his family were magical. i think it would make so much sense she hated them for not being white and vernon hated them for it too (god, i really hate them sm)

also, i always thought it was so weird that not a single teacher/adult/ANYONE saw little harry being abused??? not only the bruises he got from dudley (and prop vernon too), but also his malnourished body, his way too big clothes, his broken glasses, etc. they never questioned this or gave a single fuck. maybe they never gave a fuck, bc why should they? its just a dirty indian kid anyways and besides, they all look like this, dont they??? 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ i fucking hate racist people so much

- talking about racist people. black hermione is the single greatest thing and i can't believe theres still a debate out there, that she cant be black bc "emma watson is my forever hermione". y'all are just lil twats, go away 😒

- harrys scar being way more different than in the movies/early book covers

i loooove the concept of harry having a scar like an actual lightning bolt. bc first, it would indicate, that surviving the (powerful) killing curse would take a huge toll on a body.

second, it would look like an actual wound that magic could achieve.

i googled 'lichtenberg scars', scares that people got from actually being struck by a lightning bolt (or super high electricity).

they dont look natural at all, which makes them so unique and special and would fit the only surviving person of the avada kedavra curse. it also would explain why people would always ask harry to see his scar and why they were so fascinated about it (i know they want to see it bc of voldie and shit, but i think you get my point).

and third, it would look badass as fuck ngl

- i love scars in general. especially harrys lightning scar, but also rons tentacle-like scars he got in book 5. or dracos sectumsempra scars. or hermiones 'mudblood' scar. generally, i love fanarts or fanfics where they are visible or depicted. and the characters having to live with and accepting them.

- i'm a sucker for drarry fics, where harry sees dracos scars that he caused for the first time, how shocked and embarrassed he is for causing so much harm. apologizing profusely for them and draco beeing slightly overwhelmed by harrys behavior. (if you have recommendations for such fics, pls tell me).

- i've once red a fic where draco and hermione modified the scar bellatrix left on her by changing the word mudblood into "my blood is magic". i got goosebumps reading this, bc it felt so empowering somehow. but i also like the thought of hermione leaving the word by how it is, to remind anyone out there, what she's been through and what a powerful badass witch you can become, even tho you dont have magical parents.

- harrys "you must not lie" scar is also one of my favorites and i LOVE when people include it in fanfics. especially when there's a debate about the corrupt and twisted power of the ministry and crazy ideologies and harry just slams his hand on the table and starts ARGUING, leaving everyone silent lol

- harry having another lightning scar on his body, this time over his heart, when voldemort attempted to kill him the second time in the forest.

- draco covering up his deatheater tattoo, by putting flowers over/around it, to symbolize he'd grown.

- magical tattoos. tattoos that move around your body. harry having fr a tiny dragon tattoo, which 'flys' around his skin.

- harry beeing way more powerful after the war. i mean, he's the master of death after all??? he took down the most powerful wizard of all time??? now he has a crazy magical aura around him. he can cast wandless magical more effortlessly. when he gets angry, he lets out accidental magic, messing with electricity, the wind etc.

- harry renovating the black house. him finally getting rid of walpurgas portrait and the other gruesome decoration. draco helping him, bc he's a black afterall and knows a few tricks and spells. also draco and harry researching and explaining magical houses. kreacher is helping them too. the black house getting warm and cozy, after all those years.

- draco and harry getting together and harry is showing him the perks of the muggle world. draco discovering television, electricity, planes, science in general (later smartphones, video games etc). him being FASCINATED about it, wanting to learn more and more. (what do you MEAN, muggles were ON THE MOON??? THEY CAN TRAVEL IN SPACE??? WTF POTTER?!) draco discovering what an atomic bomb is, having an existencial crisis about it (i can't believe muggles have more power than US? could we even STOP a bomb like this? surely you can , Potter 🙄)

- draco dragging his slytherin friends into the muggleworld.

- pansy being EXCITED to discover luxury brand like gucci, prada n shit. her wanting to study fashion and becoming a famous designer in the wizarding AND muggle world (muggles being like HAVE YOU SEEN PANSYS NEW DRESS?! IT LOOKS LIKE MAGIC FR)

- ginny becoming a famous quidditch star, always showing up at parties with the finest haute couture, showing off and promoting pansys newest designs (pansy loves her for it)

- blaise getting caught up too into the fashion/celebrity/influencer/gossip world. maybe becoming a famous art critique? or a journalist? him exposing people he dosnt like? love that shit fr

- goyle being fascinated about muggle sports, especially rugby and american football. him dragging draco, harry and ron into various matches and talking non stop about his favorite teams and players. harry finally convincing him to just do it himself. goyle actually doing it and having the time of his life.

- goyle dragging drarry to his first victory party with his teammates. harry, to his HORROR, seeing dudley again after all those years (what do you MEAN HARRY, BIG D IS YOUR COUSIN?!?)

- harry and dudley reconciling. i have many thoughts about this, but i really love the idea of a redemption arc for dudley. maybe dudley having a daughter, who is also a witch and him loving her with his whole heart and wanting to understand every problem and struggle she might face in the wizarding world. him cutting of contact with his father. visiting harry, notebook in hand, to remember every detail.

- harry never really told him about this, but after his daughter came home after her first year in hogwarts, he finally learns what harry had actually been through. him FLABBERGASTED when she handed him a book about the second great wizarding war, with a moving picture of harry on its cover (daddy, why have you never told me we are related to the savior? - the... WHAT????)

- Hermione becoming the minister of magic. FINALLY a competent witch, someone who's trying to make the world a better place (also harry backing her up, intimidating everyone who dares to be a bitch about it). a few things i think she would do:

- setting the elves free for real, giving them free healthcare, new jobs, an access to schools, housing etc. telling them about dobby and his story

- also, more freedom and rights for other magical beings, like merefolk, centaurs, goblins, giants and WEREWOLVES!!!

- giving elves and goblins wands???!!!

- a new school system where muggle studies is a MUST, bc how can you teach kids and NOT tell them of the rest of the non-magic world??? do they even know electricity? planes? science? how can you get rid of hate and stereotypes otherwise?

- teaching kids and adults how to dress in the muggle world lmao

- the more the people learn about science and shit, the more they could experiment? imagine a world where potions and chemistry would go hand-in-hand. wizards discovering what molecules and atoms are and researching like crazy. them learning how to incorporate technology with magic. (free wifi at hogwarts???) a fascinating concept for me.

- rita skeeter and dolores umbridge getting finally behind bars. I WANT JUSTICE

- Harry being an auror is cool, but after all he's been through, i can imagine he wouldnt want to be one for long. i think it would be so nice to become a teacher at hogwarts. defence against the dark powers would suit him sm. also, he could teach students something about unity, wizard and muggle relations, how to detect bigotry and propaganda, how to stand up for themselves etc

- draco becoming either a healer at st. mundos or a professor at hogwarts

- mcgonagall working hand-in-hand as head master with hermione, making hogwarts SAFE again

- draco having his trial after the battle of hogwarts. him being exhausted, ashamed, traumatized af. him not expecting and not wanting any mercy. the ministry also not wanting any mercy, bc fuck them deatheaters. them being astounded after harry waltzed into the court room, explaining that he, harry potter, will be dracos lawyer and DEMANDING him to be freed (who can say no to the savior)

- harry and his gang having fucking therapy after the war, please and thank you

- harry finally recognizing all the fucked up shit dumbledore has done to him and being ANGRY about it

- love me some good old dumbledore slander (fuck him)

- love the idea of draco being part veela

- draco growing out his hair after the war

- harry and draco getting together at their eight year at hogwarts. them talking about so many things, including the part in the forest where he died (again). draco being mortified (you. you are the master of death? are you kidding me? i thought it was only a tale for children ffs. harry wtf)

- neville is trans (f->m) 🥰

- blaise is non-binary 🤭

- luna is also non-binary, my lil bean 💕

- i am now - and will forever be - into denial that fred weasley actually died, i simply refuse the mere idea. for all i care, he lives happily ever after with george and they both die when the are 200 years old. you're very welcome btw (i remember crying and throwing my book away after i've read this scene, you cant do this to me)

[stepswowdsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne AU: Art Ideas + Rambles 🖤💙

Intro Rambles

AHHH MY 10 YEARS (DECADE) OLD SHIP, AHHH MY CHILDHOOD OTP, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH... SHIPPED THEM SINCE I WAS 12, BABY!!!

I forget exactly when, but I first got into KagePro when I was 12 around October 2013 (or sometime around there), so I must've gotten into KuroEne in November ~ December 2013, or January 2014.

So I would've been 12 when I first shipped them and drew for them. KagePro is my first fandom and one of my earliest series interests, and along with KHR, one of the things that really got 12 year old me to start drawing so often in the first place, so it's very precious to me~

Back then, KHR and KagePro were the things I drew most as a kid, so I have SOOO many old doodles of them. My old arts are hard for me to look at tho LMAO

KuroEne will always be forever important to me. I cherish them dearly~ 💗

KuroEne AU Ideas (7/15/2024)

Btw I was just thinking about some KuroEne AU ideas so I'll talk about it more tomorrow? Some angst fuel ideas! I'm going to bed now. I came up with these on 7/15, but I'll post them now

The sense of loneliness that Ene has and her melancholy and insecurities and self esteem and desire for attention (from Haruka, and people she loves)

Which is what makes someone like Kuroha/Saeru a good match with her, she has trouble being honest about her feelings and wants/desires and keeps her "bad" feelings to herself.

And because of Kuroha's omniscience and knowledge of his S/O's insecurities and vulnerabilities and relationships and context and past, he knows how to "draw out" those desires and bring them to the surface.

KuroEne AU: Haruka and Konoha react to KuroEne's intimacy

Separate ideas where Haruka (whose consciousness is dead and trapped in the Kagerou Daze, can see and hear what Konoha can in the real world because it's Haruka's body) and Konoha (who has his body overtaken/possessed by Kuroha/Saeru), separately, reacts to KuroEne's intimacy by seeing it through Konoha's body (that Saeru is possessing as Kuroha) and feels a pang of jealousy and other bitter emotions.

KuroEne AU: Haruka reacts to KuroEne's intimacy

Haruka reacts to KuroEne's intimacy and Kuroha's admission of "Your beloved Haruka" and Ene wanting Haruka back and admitting to loving him

KuroEne Art Ideas

"Do you still love me?"

Kuroha holds Ene with a smirk while the comp is half split with Konoha's body half turning to Kuroha (Black Konoha) on one side, and the half is still Konoha's sleeves (Hasn't turned yet)

"Have a sweet dream. See you in the next route."

Kuroha lies next to Ene on a bed of Higanbana, the Red Spider Lily, (also known as the Corpse Flower, Hell Flower, Flower of Death), Ene has her eyes closed and her arms are folded while she lies asleep peacefully, and Kuroha has a smiling ^v^ expression. And possibly while he's covered in the blood (of the Mekakushi Dan members) over his hands and has splotches of it on his face

Even the Kuroha/Saeru colour illust by Sidu in KagePro LN: 7 -from the darkness- has Kuroha/Saeru depicted with black spirals that coincidentally look like the spindles of the higanbana.

KuroEne AU Ideas (7/16/2024)

KuroEne AU: Amusement Park

I didn't get to write all of what I wanted today but I got most of it down so I'll just post what I got for now

One of the ideas I had that I forgot to talk about was Ene getting Kuroha to take her to the amusement park. Ene gets excited talking about how, while she was surfing the web earlier when the android body was recharging, that she found out about an Amusement park attraction and wants to go with him.

I imagine that Kuroha decides to play nice prior to the fateful day of August 15th (in which he plans to enact the "plan" or "Tragedy." Like he acts more tame/normal on purpose, and holds back, and decides to go along with his partner's whims.

Ene goes like, "Take me to the amusement park!!!" And she gets excited when he agrees. I assume they're in a Route where he's made enough improvements that the battery can last anywhere from several hours ~ a full day instead of just an hour or few.

At some point during the Amusement park trip, Ene innerly thinks to herself with flustered, panicky thoughts, like, "W-w-wait why is my face getting all red??? Maybe it's because I'm just embarrassed by this guy's teasing??? Yeah!!! That must be it!!!"

She thought of it as going with like, a friend, before, but she thinks about the fact that it's just the two of them here and that this IS the person she has an intimate relationship with and thinks to herself, "HOLD ON!!! IS THIS A DATE!?!?" And cuz Ene is so easy to read, Kuroha can guess her inner turmoil and just gets amused.

Ene pulls him by the arm and makes Kuroha to come along with her to all the amusement park attractions, and he lets her. They probably go on stuff like the mini boat rides and other attractions.

Kuroha just reacts like (...) the whole time while on the roller coaster ride, like the completely calm type that doesn't react at all, he just watches Ene's excited reactions of "Yippee!!!" (>v<)

Kuroha comments that it's good that Ene seems to be enjoying herself, and Ene tells him that she's never had the chance to go to an amusement park before and that she's having LOTS of fun!!! And that she's glad that he is here with her.

Ene goes like, "Come onnnnn, carry me!!!" And he carries his fussy needy gf, while making a teasing quip that she acts awfully spoiled. And she just pouts like "It's fine, it's fine!!!" (>3<)

When he thinks about it, Kuroha picks up on the fact that back when she was Takane, she'd spend most of her time cooped up in her room at home playing video games, and probably didn't get the chance to go to an amusement park (also due to her chronic illness too). So the bright and peppy exterior Ene displays is over compensation for her regrets and an opportunity to do the things she didn't get to before

At one point, Ene wants Kuroha to win prizes for her at a booth/stand selling plushies by throwing darts into a target marker, and Ene tells him she wants him to win prizes for her. When Kuroha throws the darts, it hits the center (red bull's eye) perfectly.

There's probably also a game with hitting moving targets as well, and he hits them all perfectly and wins the prizes that Ene wants. And Ene's like, "Wow~ You're good at this! Throwing darts, I mean!"

And Kuroha tells her, "Naturally. This much is child's play? I am quite skilled at hunting down moving targets..." He has plenty of practice at it. Ene takes it as a video game thing cuz Ene makes him play video games together and her faves are shooter types, but ahahaha, there's a much darker secret to that. After that, Ene is carrying a fluffy bunny plushie.

It'd also be fun to think about the Amusement Park Scenario with KonoEne too? KonoEne where Konoha just noms on Ene's cotton candy and she just gets all huffy at him. Also with the darts scenario, Konoha wouldn't hold back (cuz of how dense and airheaded he is), so him throwing the dart just creates a mini crater in the wall. Like it plays out much differently with KuroEne ofc.

KuroEne Art Ideas

1st Idea:

I imagined the art of concept of Kuroha lying next to Ene in a bed of Higanbana (Red Spider Lilies), known as the Corpse Flower, Hell Flower, and Flower of Death. Ene has her eyes closed and her arms folded (similar to how Ayano is posed like a corpse in the Additional Memory MV), while Kuroha has a smiling expression on his face.

And it’s a deliberate reference as well to “The next” (次の, Tsugi no) in the Outer Science MV, with “The next, next time this comes around… I'll still sneer!”

While Kuroha (metaphorically) stands on top of the dead bodies of all the Mekakushi Dan members from previous Routes (as a visual representation), with a snake-eye pupil above him.

2nd Idea:

So I imagine Kuroha wrapping his arms around Ene, holding her in a tight embrace, while he has a smirk on his face. One hand is on her shoulder, and the other hand is either carressing her face or resting on top of her head. And he has snakes and a black aura and tendrils around him as well.

I didn’t imagine it as “Kuroha turning to Konoha’s appearance” using Awakening Eyes, but rather, the process that shows Kuroha possessing Konoha’s body, and using Konoha’s Eye Ability, Awakening Eyes to change the appearance of the body and clothes.

Since he’s using Awakening Eyes, his eyes are also glowing red. I was thinking of an art concept that shows the mid-way process of Kuroha possessing Konoha’s body, so Konoha’s body has been half-turned. So on the arm that’s resting on top of Ene’s head (or carressing her cheek), the sleeve on this side is still white, like Konoha’s.

Scan: @/ayara-resara

Edit by me

TAKANE/ENE IS SO SHORT COMPARED TO HARUKA, KONOHA, AND KUROHA... MY WIFE IS SO TEENY TINY. I think I'm like ~1 cm taller than her LOL

Takane: 157 cm (5'1")

Haruka, Konoha, Kuroha: 182 cm (6'0")

Since y'know, it's Haruka's body.

Kuroha's Pet Names for Ene

Takane's full online gamer name was “Lightning Dancer Ene” or “Dancing Flash Ene” (閃光の舞姫・エネ, Senkou no Maihime - Ene), where Maihime (舞姫) means "Dancer girl.” The name “Ene” comes from “Enomoto Takane”

Dancing Girl (舞姫, Maihime, lit. "Dancing Princess")

So he could take the 姫 (Hime) from 舞姫 (Maihime) and call her "Princess"

Since his usages of "Queen" (女王, Joou) and "My Master" (わが主, Waga Aruji) are used towards Marry and Azami

Kuroha's pet name for Ene would probably be something like:

親愛なるウサギちゃん (Shin'ai naru Usagi-chan; "[My] dear/beloved [little] bunny/rabbit")

親愛なる is something that's really only used at the start of a letter, like you wouldn't hear IRL lovers call each other that, since couples have different ways to verbalize affection (like giving your partner affectionate nicknames to indicate intimacy, like the shortening of a name, a play on the name, etc.)

But considering Kuroha/Saeru's origins as a character and how Saeru is ??? years old, like, older than the world itself in KagePro, the dude is fucking ancient, and so, I think he would use more olden and archaic speech/terms sometimes. Iirc the word 親愛なる (Shin'ai naru) was first created in the Meiji Era.

I do see 親愛なる (Shin'ai naru) used more in fiction like animanga and games, though.

This is mainly used in letters and texts, and rarely in actual conversation

Like you have to make up your own pet name like a variation on their name, shortened nickname or something else

Though JP hardly uses pet names like that in actual conversation and uses other affectionate nicknames

It's also old fashioned and archaic. Apparently, it originates from the Meiji period.

That's why if you see these kinds of phrases, it's mostly to translate from other languages.

Kuroha and KuroEne Misc Rambles

Kuroha flexes his knowledge to his S/O to prove just how much he knows about them, either by recounting memories of previous Routes to them or by recalling really specific details. That title was the gamer name Takane became known by. With the nickname "Little bunny" as a ref to Ene's cute twintails that look like bunny ears and also how a Snake can feed on bunnies as its prey.

And the general curiosity Kuroha has in wanting to add to his "knowledge bank," the excitement of either repeating or going through new experiences with his partner.

Like I think a lot of things are playing into their relationship dynamic. In the context of a Kuroha ship AU, I think what he feels is definitely obsession and a twisted form of affection. He wants to live forever (so he prioritizes his own goals), and he also sees it as like "I can be with you forever as long as I keep causing the time loop tragedy and we can keep meeting for eternity."

And there's a lot of other things too like the circumstances of HaruTaka and KonoEne's context, Kuroha's omniscience and knowledge, desire, and a craving/yearning for warmth, touch, and affection and validation on Ene's end, and the pull she feels for him because of the vessel he uses and his intimate knowledge of her. There's like that sinking realization that settles in, that the greatest enemy of the Mekakushi Dan knows her better than she knows herself.

Kuroha's "Knowledge/Wisdom"

He knows how to get under her skin and provoke her into acting (ie. Challenging Ene to make her want to rise up to the challenge and get competitive with him). He knows what to say to tease her to see her embarrassed, flustered reactions, since this guy would just be merciless at teasing

Like at this point in their relationship, he would know enough about her that he can read her reactions like an open book. In general, he savours seeing strong emotions being directed towards him.

He feeds off the desires and wishes of humans, which would include his partner in the context of a Kuroha ship AU.

Also dealing with Ene requires more patience than the average person would have imo, but good thing is, he's not an average person in the slightest, so he's perfectly content with playing the waiting game.

Like it would become obvious to him (after observing Ene throughout their interactions and encounters) is that Takane/Ene is very straightforward. Easy to read.

But also predictably unpredictable, so it keeps things fresh for him. Even if she can't admit it outright, he can guess her feelings pretty well. What's so interesting about Kuroha/Saeru is that this character is basically the manifestation of "Knowledge/Wisdom" as a concept, as a malevolent, cruel, sadistic, evil entity.

Takane/Ene gets flustered and embarrassed easily and really doesn't want to admit more honest feelings. The way that she holds onto her pride, and her bold haughty nature, feistiness and bravado, are some of the things about her that he finds amusing/interesting.

Also he knows how to steer convos into more tender territory and appease and flatter her, with Ene's impulsive nature and ever changing whims.

It shows the extent of his "advantage" or "edge" he has over his partner, like he holds the knowledge over them as a reminder that even if he relinquishes control in intimacy/roleplay, he is still in charge of and holds the power in their (bedroom) dynamic. And that knowledge is something he takes satisfaction in and gloats in.

Other Rambles

Something that I just realized is that a lot of my wives (the ones with softer, empathetic personalities) have this sense of melancholy and loneliness.

I need to talk more about this tomorrow or something…

Kuroha provokes Ene into getting more competitive with him

I feel like Kuroha often manages to goad Ene into getting competitive with him, but she doesn't fall for his provocations when he tells her stuff like how he wouldn't mind if she's rough with him in sex, even if it's painful, because he would still enjoy it.

Ene just shoots her sadistic/sadomasochistic bf's suggestions down right away, cuz unlike him, she is not the violent type, and she would still want it to feel good for him.

Also let's be fr, Kuroha is the only KagePro character that can manage to pull the kinky sex off (this character is a freak /pos), so the sex is just more fun to write for. I love writing meow meow mf charas with dark urges like that, cuz it makes ship interactions and intimacy (and sex) sooo much fun to write for.

[winterpinetrees]

Exactly two people asked, but two people did ask! So here are my Villain Coded Kids.

These six characters are a small fraction of the marvel fan fiction that I dreamed up when I was 12 years old. I daydreamed about them constantly, and they carved a little hole into my brain so I could never stop thinking about them. It’s been over five years. These guys are often stereotypical, several names come from fantasynamegenerator.com, and they were invented alongside a self-insert mary sue who I cannot leave behind. That being said, I love them dearly. Who wants to meet them? If you don’t want to, simply do not read this post. This is entirely voluntary.

THE VILLAIN CODED KIDS!

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, there is a shield base in the middle of Manhattan. It’s where Captain America wakes up from his 70 years in the ice. But I don’t think it’s ever seen again. In my mind, it holds offices and training rooms, but in 2018, it is also home to six villain coded teenagers.

You are going to meet these kids as they were on some afternoon in the fall of 2018. They’ve been a team for about a month. It has been six months since Iron Man and Black Widow died in the events of Avengers Endgame. Six months since half of the population was killed and then revived, six months that the other half of the population has spent slowly forgetting five years of memories from the lost time known in canon as The Blip. The Sokovia Accords are exactly as unmerciful as they are in canon. Any unauthorized superpowered activity can be punished by arrest without trial or parole, and the only difference between a friendly neighbor hero and a prisoner is whether or not the local police like them. The police did not like these six kids!

……………

Imagine a common room like what you’d find in any college dorm. There’s a couch, some chairs, and a television. Six kids are gathered doing whatever. The oldest are 16 and in 11th grade and the youngest is 13 and in 8th grade.

The too tall boy drawing Voltron fanart on his IPad is Zachary Jesper. He is a vessel for the reality stone, which grants him near infinite power at the cost of chronic pain. He also shares a body with the villain from Thor 2. The stone (also called the aether) is eating him alive. He has a little sister that he hadn’t seen since May, and religious trauma that he hasn’t unpacked. He’s been doing pretty well in class lately, but is working on a YouTube video at the moment. Zach has long dark hair and sickly pale skin, which makes him look a bit like Loki, the supervillain that he has a crush on.

And the blond girl reading Lord of the Flies for homework? Her name is Cyrene, although that’s not the first name she’s tried out since running away from her transphobic home two years ago. She has two powers. Telepathy, and the ability to summon blades and whips of cyan energy. Back during the blip, she ran a criminal syndicate and hunted any billionaire or politician who dared to exploit others. For the record, she did quite a bit of bad stuff herself. Cyrene has also read Lord of the Flies before. It’s not a particularly accurate depiction of how people behave (it was written as satire!). She remembers the blip well enough to know that.

The oldest person in the room is Sarah “Sol” Torres, but she won’t turn 17 for another few weeks. She’s afro-latina with loose curly hair and eyes that look more golden in the sun. That happens a lot, because her ability is to summon and control sunlight. Sol is used to being the responsible oldest sibling. She’s fed up that her only two options are heroic perfection, or rotting in jail. Why can’t she just be a teenager? Who is she supposed to avenge?

The US government in this world has a lot of crazy tech. There’s an east asian boy tinkering with some of it while sitting on the couch. His name is Daniel Asato, and you’ll never see him without a pair of gloves. It’s convenient that he likes engineering, because his power is the ability to manipulate metal. He’s mostly used it for crime though. He’s wearing gloves and long sleeves because they cover long, jagged scars on his limbs. They also let him avoid physical touch. Six years ago, when he was just shy of 8 years old, Daniel was trapped under a collapsed building during the Battle of New York. His parents died instantly, but his brother bled out in his arms. Daniel hasn’t wanted to hold anyone else since.

Given any group of teens, someone is always taking a nap. That person is probably Noah Griffin, an african-american girl with powers too strong and uncontrollable to really be used in combat. She can control the weather, specifically wind and cold. Noah is a tomboy at this point, with a short, masculine hairstyle. She’s also hoping to be a woman in STEM and does environmental work when she can. Noah has a bit of survivors guilt because she knows how difficult it must have been for Hawkeye to convince the shady government organizations to set her free. She’s worried about the upcoming winter. What if she freezes New York City?

Last, youngest, but certainly not least is Vicky Khol (whether that’s short for Victor or Victoria depends on the day, she’s gender-fluid in the same way as Alex Fierro in Magnus Chase. Blame my 12 year old self). She’s a suntanned country kid with dirty blond hair dyed red at the tips. Her ability is mind control and illusions, but they don’t work through cameras. She’s not even in high school yet, and SO EXCITED to be a famous hero. She’s a mischievous theater kid with a traumatic backstory that she tries not to mention.

By all rights, these six kids should be dead by now. Instead, they got a second chance and are making the most of it. They are under unbelievable pressure from outside and inside forces. The worst of it is from a second team of teenagers, who are hero coded and were never in any danger to begin with. They fight frequently. It’s a game to the heroes, but the villains are fighting for their lives. It all turns out okay though.

…………

If you actually read that, I am in your debt forever. Literally. I will grant you any reasonable favor. Please reach out so I can know who I should thank! This is a small fraction of the lore. I also have two other completely separate stories. My brain would drive Cyrene mad.

[konamicodex]

BASICS

FULL NAME: BADIN HIRANWONG

» MEANING: Badin [means "king" in Thai.]; Hiranwong [หิรัญวงศ์ Thai; from Thai หิรัญ (hiran) meaning "money, silver, gold" and วงศ์ (wong) meaning "lineage, family, dynasty."]

NICKNAME: Kinna [from kinnari (Thai: กินรี), usually spelt 'kinnaree' is depicted as a young woman wearing an angel-like costume. The lower part of the body is similar to a bird, and should enable her to fly between the human and the mystical worlds. The most popular portrayal of kinnaree in Thai art probably the golden figures of kinnaree adorned the Wat Phra Kaew in Bangkok, which describe a half-maiden, half-goose figure. A kinnara is a creature from Hindu and Buddhist mythology. They are described as part human and part bird, and have a strong association with music and love. Believed to come from the Himalayas, they often watch over the well-being of humans in times of trouble or danger.]; Kinna was given this nickname by his mother when he was born as she was overcome with so much love when she held him for the first time. Kinna is also known as Kona in the gaming world. Kinna also uses Kona as his rent-a-boyfriend name...

AGE: 21-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 2002 February 14th, he picked the date.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Bangkok, Thailand.

OCCUPATION: Kinna is a professional gamer. He also dabs in rent-a-boyfriend gig; he makes a lot of money doing it and it gives him pleasure seeing people fall in love even for a short time. Also, they only do dates in this company, no sexy time please... Well, it depends. Yes, he started the company which was modeled from those Japanese-based companies of the same nature.

ORIENTATION: Pansexual; Panromantic.

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

VERSES: The Meaning of Forever; Night Shift

POWERS: Cupid's powers, of course... He can make people fall in and out of love. He's got very good intuition, SUPER high alcohol tolerance, this is important coz he apparently LOVES to drink. He's also a great singer... His mother wonders where he got it from coz she can't sing for shit.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Progressive, Original, Independent, Humanitarian

WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, Sarcastic, Temperamental, Uncompromising, Aloof

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Saint Paramee Mahatthanadul.

HEIGHT: 5′9 [175 cm.]

WEIGHT: 139 lbs. [63 kg.]

BUILD: Lean.

GAIT: Relaxed.

HAIR COLOR: Black.

EYE COLOR: Dark brown.

BIRTHMARK: TBA. 

OVERVIEW: » SCARS: Some from growing up, nothing major. » TATTOOS: Bow and arrow. Do not ask.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Bangkok, Thailand.

RESIDENCE: Bangkok, Thailand.

NATIONALITY: Thai.

ETHNICITY: Asian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Middle class.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Uni student under the Faculty of Communication Arts in Chulalongkorn University

DEGREES: Degree in being handsome, he said.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: He is cupid so he speaks the language of love... -_- He speaks Thai, English, many Asian languages, some French. His mother loves French films, apparently.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Dara, single mom. She tells Kanni she doesn't know who his father is but Kanni doesn't really care coz he knows who his father is... Well, at least his name. He's still alive.

SIBLINGS: None.

CHILDREN: None.

PETS: None.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: 

» Kinna is very close to his mother.

FAMILY HISTORY: Kinna is Cupid's iteration. He was sent to the modern world as part-human to make people fall in love again and make babies coz young peeps aren't partnering up. Kinna realized right away WHY - everyone's broke and it's too expensive to have kids. But he's not reporting that at the moment as he is finding his human life a bit entertaining. He thinks humans are weird and funny.

Kinna was born to a single mother who was an aspiring actress. She now runs a hotel near a beach down south of the country.

Kinna as Cupid is pretty low-key; he's not the star of the show and would rather be in the background, just pushing things to happen. That's why he enjoys online gaming which, he found out, he's very good at...

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Kinna has no time... He's got a mission to accomplish and games to complete.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Kinna is friends with that mute kid, Zero, who is moody and always grumpy. Good thing he can't talk...

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: …

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): None, clinically.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISEASE(S): None... Maybe he developed some anxiety dealing with humans.

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): N/A.

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Kiss of Life - Chapter 1

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023) Relationship: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Meryl Stryfe, Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood Additional Tags: vash gets shot, Meryl and Nicholas have to deal with these, Getting Together, Nicholas has some unusual ways of dealing with this, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, bad language, Nicholas is responsible for all the bad language Language: English

Summary: The price for Vash's pacifism can be high. Trying to avoid hurting those who would do you harm can lead to more problems. When Meryl finds Vash face down in the sand, she doesn't know what to do, leaving Wolfwood to try his best to save the Humaniod Typhoon. Unorthodox methods and unspoken feelings become entangled.

Chapter 1: As Red As A Crimson Geranium

“Vash!?” Meryl shouted, running over to the crumbled body of her friend. His red coat turning darker, the ground beneath him being stained a deep crimson. She stared at him, breath catching in her throat. “Come on! Please! Please be okay!” “Where's blondie?” A dark figure loomed over her, the shadow of a cross falling over the pair. “What happened?” “I don't know!” She didn't know how to deal with this. She was a reporter, not a doctor! The cross landed behind her with a thud, Nicholas kneeling at her side. He hauled their friend over with ease, moving the red coat aside and pulling up the black shirt.

Red. It was all red. The colour their friend seemed to love so much.

Meryl's breath hitched again. She swore Vash was getting paler by the second, “Idiot,” muttered Nicholas, ripping off the lower half of his shirt. “This wouldn't happen if he shot back.” He balled up the rag in his hand, pressing it down onto Vash's abdomen. Hard. Their friend twitched under his hands. “You're hurting him!” “I better be! I'm trying to keep his blood in his body. It better hurt. Now, be useful and get the car.” As Meryl rushed off, Nicholas pressed down harder “Don't go dying on me, dipshit. You hear me, needle?” Vash lay there, head lolled to one side, the picture of a dead man. “Maybe this'll teach you to shoot back for once.”

Meryl came back and jumped out, kneeling over their friend again. “How is he?” “How do you think?” Nicholas grumbled looking over Vash. “Shit!” “What?” “No exit wounds. DAMMIT!” He glanced around before sighing and rolling his eyes. “Great. This couldn’t get any better?” Meryl looked even more concerned. “What can we do? Take him to a hospital?” “You got the money for that? Cos I sure as hell ain’t.” Taking a deep breath, Nicholas lifted the cloth a little, moving his other hand beneath it. “How many?” “Pardon?” “Bullets!” “3… I think.” “I’ll take it.” Looking up at the sky, like a praying atheist, he slipped his fingers into the wound. “What are you doing?” Meryl cried, face as pale as a ghost and filled dread. “What does it look like?” He couldn’t think too hard about this. He didn’t want to think too hard about this. “But… b-but… this… it… it isn’t sanitary!” “Look around you! This place is covered in sand and he’s already full of it. No such thing as sanitary out here. You fight or you die. Simple as.”

Nicholas was often lucky. Most bullets shot his way simply tore right through everything… but he’d pulled his fair share of bullets from his own broken body. The blood and torn muscle were wet and moving beneath his fingers. Twitches of pain and shock. Sensations he had grown numb to on himself but never felt coming from another... because he doesn't save.

He doesn't remove bullets. The Punisher puts them there. As many as needed and more if he desired. Corpses riddled with enough bullets to fell an army.

But not this time.

His fingers brushed against the first bullet imbedded in Vash’s side. As quickly as he could, he pulled the soaked and sticky hunk of metal out, casting it aside before sliding his blood-soaked hand back in, searching for the other two. Meryl simply couldn’t watch. She felt sick to her stomach. All the oozing blood and dripping gore had her gagging on air. Wanting to assist but simply feeling too nauseous to even offer.

His crimson-stained hand slid out for a final time and pressed on the rag again, the bloody bullets lay strewn beside them, sand red beneath them. For once, Nicholas had bloodied his hands for a different reason. This blood, as red as a crimson geranium, might haunt him far longer than that from any being he had killed.

“Let’s get him moved.” “What do you need me to do?” “Just hold the rag,” he grumbled, letting her take over as he threw his cross on the roof before yanking the door open. “You keep holding that. Don't let up are bit.” Meryl nodded, her hands already wet and slick with the warm blood, seeping its way through the cloth. Nicholas slipped his arms under Vash, hoisting him up as Meryl stayed close by, pressing as hard as she could. It was challenging getting Vash inside; holding his steady, trying to keep the pressure on, fighting to get into the car.

At last, Meryl shut the door. Nicholas was nearly lay across the backseats, one leg bent up and the other resting on the floor. Leant back against him, head on his shoulder, still out cold was Vash. In any other circumstance, this might have been a sweet scene, enough for Meryl to grab her camera with a smile.

But not this time.

Nicholas kept Vash's shirt out of the way with one hand as he held on to the rag tightly with the other. Meryl climbed into the driver's seat looking back at the pair. “What now?” “Drive like you mean it! Don't stop for nothing. No worms. No undertakers you crash into. Just get us out of here!” “Okay, just hold on.” Meryl set off at a far more rapid pace than usual, like she was trying to chase down another sand steamer. Nicholas sat with gritted teeth in the back, trying to hold Vash as still as he could. The journalist might not have been a great driver... but no one is out here. There was no smooth way to travel across the rolling dunes.

Vash made no noise, his breathing slow and shallow. His limp body was a dead weight against Nicholas. Beads of sweat appeared across his brow. “Shit!” “What's wrong?” “Blondie's burning up!” Nichols grumbled, trying to remove Vash's coat with one hand. “How does he wear this stupid thing out here!?” “Should I stop?” Meryl looked over her shoulder. “NO! Just keep moving! I'll deal with him.” Nicholas pulled Vash's metal arm from his coat, starting to work on the other. “And keep your eyes forward! Don't go staring.” He fought with the coat until he finally pulled it out, throwing it to the floor. Nothing much changed. Vash still bled and sweat; still propped up against Nicholas. The undertaker could almost feel the life slipping through his fingers. “Can't you go any faster!?” “I'm trying! Can't you do anything else?” “What do you think I'm trying to do!?” “Well, think harder! We can't lose Vash!” “I know! I know!” He didn't have any idea. What did people need? The Punisher only needed those vials.

...the vials... It worked for him so maybe...

Nicholas pulled a vial from his jacket, observing the blue glow. A curse and a cure. The luminescence of a plant... Maybe it could save him.

Nicholas held the vial and broke it open with his teeth. Vash would either die from this or from blood loss if he didn't try. “Hope you’re ready to fight, blondie,” he muttered. “Because this will be a fight.” He pressed the rag with painful pressure against Vash’s side, vial in one hand and using his shoulder to try and tilt the typhoon’s head the right way. Car bouncing. Not enough hands. He’d spill the vial before he got the chance to give Vash any.

God damn it all. This was ridiculous… but a lot of things were when running with Vash the Stampede. This was just something else to add to the list.

“Keep your eyes forward, lady, and move that mirror too.” “W-what?” “Just do it! Don’t even think about looking back until I say so!” Meryl rolled her eyes, pushing the mirror up. “Fine! Have it your way.” “No looking!” “And no looking.” She had to wonder what on earth he was trying… but then realised that she didn’t want to know.

Nicholas held the vial to his lips, letting the liquid fall into his mouth, holding it there rather than swallowing. He brought his free hand to Vash’s face, moving his head over and opening his mouth just enough.

You better be damn grateful for this, blondie, thought Nicholas. And you better survive.

He leant over, holding Vash steady and pressed his lips against his friend’s. Slowly, he let the liquid from the vial drip into Vash’s mouth, just hoping that he could swallow it. Nicholas held their lips together, fighting the jostling of the car until he’d transferred every last drop.

Pulling back, he stared at Vash, hand covering the typhoon’s mouth. “Come on…” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Swallow, dammit. You want to live right? Then swallow.” Vash’s neck pulsed slightly, bright blue markings appearing over his skin as the liquid slipped down his throat. The marks looked angry, gripping his cheeks and neck. They tracked down his neck, slipping beneath his shirt and all the way down to under the bloody rag. As a faint glow shone beneath the rag, Nicholas felt like he could breathe again, watching the marking vanish as the glow dissipated.

“Good job, needle-noggin. You might just live yet.” He dropped the rag and held Vash tightly, safe and secure in his arms. “Alright. You can look.” “Finally.” Meryl titled the mirror and looked at Nicholas through it. “What did you do?” “Gave him something. Seems to have worked but he’s still not awake.” “Give him some time. I’ll find somewhere we can stay… or at least recharge the battery.” “You haven’t charged it!?” “It was charged! Until you sent me racing across the wasteland.”

Nicholas sat back as the car trundled along. Vash seemed to be a little better, he wasn’t sweating but had seemed to grow a little colder. He leant down and grabbed the red coat, laying it over Vash, hoping it might help. Plants sure were weird. Maybe they just ran cooler than humans. Vash twitched and rolled into Nicholas’ shoulder, curling up. “Tch. Don’t get too comfortable, blondie.” Not that he actually minded. He was going soft… “How’s he doing?” Meryl asked as the car bleeped at her again. “He moved. Still away with the fairies.” “That’s a good sign at least. Oh!” She started to slow down. “Charging site… and with any luck, maybe somewhere to stay. I can check it out if you stay with him.” “Whatever. Anything to get out of here.”

Meryl pulled up and turned to look at them. “Don’t go anywhere. Leave everything to me and I’ll leave him to you. Got that, Undertaker?” “I got it.” Nicholas rolled his eyes. “And you better have not buried him by the time I get back!” “Fine! He’s going to be fine,” he shouted as Meryl slammed the door shut. Nicholas looked down at Vash, curled up so sweetly against him.

A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips. Damn. He really had gone soft.

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COMIC BOOK REFERENCES & EASTER EGGS - Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)

The following is a comprehensive guide to all the comic book references and Easter eggs I’ve spotted in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever along with any deviations from the source material. Note that owing to the convoluted and complex nature of comic books, I’ve tried to include only the most essential information regarding a character’s history and backstories.

The comic book version of Atlantis (much like the legendary island it is based on) was once a continent on the surface world that sank into the ocean about 20,000 years ago during an event known as the Great Cataclysm. The occupants of Atlantis—Atlanteans (Homo mermanus)—possess blue skin, bodies that can withstand the pressure of the ocean’s depths, gills to breathe underwater (they’ll wear a breathing device if venturing on the surface), superhuman strength, and the ability to see in near total darkness. In the MCU Atlantis is known as Talokan and was a kingdom established by Maya people who, after consuming plants infused with vibranium, found they acquired the ability to breath underwater. Unlike their comic book counterparts, the inhabitants of Talokan possess normal human skin tones, which only turns blue when they’re outside of water.

In the comics, Namor McKenzie is a mutant and the ruler of Atlantis. He’s the son of Captain Leonard McKenzie—a human—and Princess Fen—an Atlantean. Namor is known for his short temper and distrust of humanity, which has seen him clash with humans on various occasions. He possesses several powers including the ability to breathe on land and underwater, an extended lifespan, superhuman strength (although he is weakened if dehydrated for long periods), can telepathically communicate with marine life, and is able to fly using the wings on his ankles. Namor’s MCU counterpart has most of the same abilities as his comic book incarnation but his backstory has been altered. In the film, Namor is a Maya and gained his powers after his mother ingests a vibranium-infused plant while pregnant with him. Notably, he has pointed ears, wears green swim trunks, and doesn’t have blue skin (unlike other Atlanteans), aspects his comic book counterpart are known for.

Although the film doesn’t provide backstories for Namora and Attuma, both characters stem from the comic books. In the comics, Namora is Namor’s cousin, and like him is half Atlantean and half human (her father was Atlantean, with her mother being human). While she currently has a Caucasian skin tone, Namora was born with blue skin. Attuma’s comic book incarnation is an Atlantean who’s a member of the nomadic Skarka Tribe. Unlike his screen counterpart who appears to be allied with Namor, the Attuma of the comics has often come to blows with Namor, believing himself to be the prophesied warrior who will conquer Atlantis.

In the comics, Aneka is a former captain of the Dora Milaje who becomes a Midnight Angel. She’s in a relationship with Ayo, a detail that’s carried over to the film.

The comic book incarnation of Riri Williams is a teenage genius who reverse engineered Tony Stark’s Mark 41 suit to create her own armour. Using the moniker Ironheart, Riri’s suit enables her to fly, restrain foes inside a zero-point energy bubble, affords her super strength, and grants her magnetic abilities. Riri in the MCU shares many similarities with her comic book counterpart: both hail from Chicago (in the movie the flag of Chicago can be seen in Riri’s dorm room), both have stepfathers, and both are students at MIT.

Namor flooding Wakanda is an event taken from the comics. The initial moment is depicted at the end of Avengers vs X-Men #7 (2012) and continues in the subsequent issue (Avengers vs X-Men #8, 2012).

In both media, Shuri has taken up the Black Panther mantle. The comic book incarnation first did so in Black Panther #5 (2009) after T’Challa fell into a coma having fought Doctor Doom.

In the source material there have been two groups that have used the Midnight Angels name. The first was a group of elite Dora Milaje who were tasked with helping Deadpool kill Doctor Doom. The second version of the Midnight Angels was established by Ayo and Aneka. Wearing prototype Midnight Angel armour which they stole (the designs of which inspired the ones we see in the film), the pair travel around Wakanda aiding those that have been overlooked by the monarchy.

During his fight with Shuri, Namor says “Imperius Rex!” in Mayan. The Latin phrase, which roughly translates as “Empire King,” is a battle cry Namor uses in the comics. It was first used in a narrative text box in Tales to Astonish #70 (1965), with Tales to Astonish #77 (1966) marking the first time Namor uttered the words.

It’s revealed in Wakanda Forever that T’Challa had a son (named Toussaint) with Nakia. While the Earth-616 incarnation of T’Challa doesn’t have any children, his counterpart in several alternate realities (such as Earth-10071 and Earth-555326) have a son named Azari.

In terms of nods to other MCU entries, a news ticker reveals that Scott Lang is continuing to promote his autobiography Look Out for the Little Guy! (a book we’ll see in Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania) and that President Ritson has made a trade pact with New Asgard (Ritson will be introduced in the upcoming Secret Invasion series).

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