#sorry i had to purge the evil out of me

[homeofwyrm]

Shuttle ride super awkward (saw a meme)

[cannibalkissies]

staring at the wall rn

[wayfayrr]

Here is the menace with your chosen word Farewell. So gather 'round, sit back, relax and please stay in your seat. Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn. Oh, and of course, lest we not forget, enjoy the show.

Now here is a Reader, that one of the boys is looking for, what seems like for millennias. This is Navi!Reader.

Instead of Navi, Time called them Reader.

They have blue wings and they change colour depending on their emotions.

Their glow also changes it's colour depending on their emotion.

Red is anger/ worried.

Yellow is focused/ determined.

Green is happy/ sick (like when you spin to often).

White is fear.

Blue is calm.

Pink is embarrassed/ flustered.

With that they are one of the very few fairies that doesn't have white wings and glow pink. And now the only one.

Beneath the light Reader wears a blue toga with green ends and a Sakura petal pattern, that petals 🌸, with golden a vein-like belt and pair of shoes, which looks more like an accessory than shoes.

They are the last fairy of the Kokiri and knows what happened to them.

They also saw how the Kroks came to life.

They hide inside the Deku Tree since they left Time as a child.

Sage found them as he slept inside the Deku Tree, since then he always has them around.

They call him "my little Zonai".

He knows that they went through something horrible and they told him about the time travels, the Kokiri, the Kroks. But they left Time out, as he maybe wanted to keep his privacy.

They feel incredibly guilty for leaving Time behind, but they had to.

If they wouldn't come back to the Deku Tree after their purpose was fulfilled they would've died in Time's hands.

I'd like to believe that Reader is Time's first love. He only got along with Saria for as long as he can remember, but then there comes Reader. His very own Fairy the very thing that caused him of being an outcast as he didn't had one.

Since then Reader was with him, nevermind if it was underwater or in a volcano. Reader was by his side and is the only one who REALLY knows how Time feels as they also got kicked back in time before Ganondorf attacked.

Reader was his partner, friend and guide. They teached him how to hold the sword and shield properly. They told him about the monsters around him and how to kill them easily or their weaknesses or helped him focus by flying around the monster's weak points. So he can kill them easier or that his shot is more accurate.

As a fairy they are immortal as long as they have a purpose they don't die beyond the borders of the Lost Woods, if their purpose allows them to cross it.

They love sweets and kinda act like a hummingbird as they normally ate/ drank(?) sweet nectar from the forest flowers.

They are scared of Skulltulas and they got stuck in their webs a few times in the Forest Temple and the old Deku Tree.

Time was their very first friend and so they always hope that he lives a good life.

If anyone would've told them that he went into the Lost Woods to look for them. They would be happy and disappointed as they don't want him to hold onto them.

They were his mouth for the first instances as he was too overwhelmed with everything, from being destined to purge the evil to stepping outside of the forest. He was just shy at first as he never met adults so they talked for him until he got the courage to do it himself!

They call him "my Kokiri".

Their Song is "Airplanes" from BOB feat Hayley Williams and Eminem.

How they met/reunited.

Reader's PoV:

I flew around searching that idiot who put me in a bottle! I flew around and saw him, Link. I was seeing red and completely disregarded the group that was talking to him.

„YOU IDIOT LINK! I APPRECIATE YOUR CONCERN BUT DON'T PUT ME IN A BOTTLE!! I ALMOST DIED AS IT SHATTERED!! I AM IMMORTAL BUT THAT ONLY MEANS THAT I CAN'T DIE OF AGE NOT INJURIES!! YOU IDIOT! MORON!! FOOL!!!“ I stomped with my foot the air in anger and he looked at me surprised and shocked.

„Sorry? But how should I protect you?! You are a frail and tiny fairy!! I thought you are safe in there!!“

„I WAS WITH ONE HERO ALREADY!! I WAS WITH HIM THROUGH HIS WHOLE JOURNEY!!! I KNOW, HOW TO DODGE ATTACKS AND AVOID MONSTERS!!! I DID IT MULTIPLE TIMES!! YES, I'M SMALL BUT DOESN'T MEAN I'M HELPLESS, LINK!!!“ I screamed at him but he didn't budge.

„But you don't know how the monsters here are you hid inside the Deku Tree for millennias! You saw more of the changes of Hyrule than all of Hyrule together! And You where only inside the Lost Woods! In your little house!!“

„Uhm... Excuse me?“ Our heads snap to the interrupting Hylian and screamed unison.

„WHAT?! DON'T JUST INTERRUPT OUR CONVERSATION!!“ but the Hylian just looked at me.

„Reader, is that you?“ he came nearer to us.

„That's my name how do you know... Wait a minute...“ I flew around him and his eyes looked so hopeful and scared at the same time.

But this sparkles in his eyes as he looked at me. I immediately knew who it was and hugged his cheek.

„Link?! The little Link!? My Kokiri!!“ he held his hands carefully around me, in fear to hurt me or that I will disappear any second.

„Reader it's really you! I thought, I will never see you again!“

„Me neither. As my purpose was fulfilled, I had to go back to the Woods or I would've died in your little hands and I didn't want that! So how have you been? You look so tall compared from the last time I saw you and I see you have sons! Many of them.“ one of the hero's children spit out his water or whatever he was drinking and was coughing roughly.

„They are not my children, Reader! Twilight is my descendant but the others aren't mine.“

„Twilight? You were never good with name giving were you?“ I shook my head disapprovingly.

„It's not like that! We all are called Link and Twilight is the Hero of Twilight that's why he has that nickname!“

„Ohhh... Sorry, just thought as they look a bit like you, especially the young one, his eyes promise that he is a gremlin like you.“ the man before me began to blush.

„Stop that!“

„Wait! You were with Time as he was child?“ asked one of the boys, he had a white cape with the Master Sword on his back.

„Well, kind of. I heard much about him from other fairies but also witnessed it myself. I was with that little Kokiri since the beginning of his journey and travelled through time with him.“ I looked at my now hero who looked shocked at me.

„You never told me, you were the guide of the Hero of Time!“ I tilted my head.

„Well, I wanted to respect Link's privacy and I was confused as I didn't know if you knew him as the Hero of Time or not. As we got send back in time and it was before Ganondorf tried to get the Triforce. So I didn't know how to explain that part very well. I'm really sorry, my little Zonai!“ I flew towards the young man with difficulty as my Kokiri didn't want to let me go but he just hugged me.

„I'm not mad and never would be. You've been through so much so I forgive now come we have to go. Hyrule doesn't save itself.“ he smiled something he did very rarely nowadays but it seem off like their was something sinister and possessive behind it. But my purpose was to travel with him and help him open his heart!

„Okay... See you again my Kokiri. I'm sure of it and it was a pleasure to met the other heroes and your descendant!“ I waved with a green yellow glow before following my Zonai who walked away but I didn't see his smug smirk or the glare that Kokiri gave the Zonai.

After the Zonai defeated the Demon Dragon I was about to fly back to the Deku Tree as my purpose was fulfilled but Link put me into a bottle again.

„Link! Let Me Out!!“

„I can't do that you will leave me again!!“

„Please! I have to go back to the Woods! You can visit me but please let me go!!!“ I sounded desperate as I felt my strength dwindling.

„NO! I WANT YOU WITH ME!! YOU WERE WITH ME!!!“

„This time you don't pack up and leave like back then Reader! I should have put you in a bottle back then.“ My Kokiri... His voice sounded so stern...

My consciousness disappeared more and more that I would wake up and fall back in the black every now and then.

„Reader...?“ I didn't know who spoke but it was like I could hear the bottle opening but I already lied there on the bottom of the bottle I was to weak.

I only felt how I fell out of the bottle into a hand. „Woods... I... Need... To... The... Woods...“ I whispered and suddenly I hear the two which normally fought the most running for their or my life.

Then I got snatched into the hand of another hero he gave me sugar water but that only kept me alive for a little while longer. Then he took of running again. He was definitely faster than the other two. But I didn't know if we could make it to the Lost Woods in time. Then I felt the familiar fog around me and I got my strength back.

„Ah... You came back, my child of the past.“ I sat up in the hands and looked at the Great Deku Tree.

„Sorry... For the delay... Had some... Challenges to conquer...“ I breathed in and out before turning to my hero, which was the Hero of Legends.

I kissed his cheek before circling around him. „Thank you! You are my hero!! If you wouldn't got me here, I would have died!!“

He got little red in embarrassment as the heroes didn't get much gratitude and appreciation but he nodded. So I flew to the Deku Tree.

„Purpose fulfilled, Great Deku Tree. The evil was purged and the hero is save and sound with the princess! So mission was successfully accomplished!!“ I said cheerfully.

„Can I ask something?“ said the hero.

„Of course, young hero. What can I do for you?“

„Is it possible that Reader can come with us? They know more about the shadow than any of us. They just have to see him and know as what he is hiding. We really need that help.“

„I understand. Reader get the light.“

„Really but Deku Tree that should be kept hidden until the world needs it again!“ I called out to him.

„I know young one, but you are the only being here old enough to use it and move. So your new task is to help this heroes with the light.“

„Understood, Deku Tree! I will go and get it!“ I disappeared into the Deku Tree and up to the crown, where I found the Minish hiding like me.

I didn't have to say anything. The little creatures gave me the Force. It may be not as strong as the Triforce but its for use for the heroes. I hoped, that these two calmed down by now. The light disappeared into my body and my body lighten up as I grew. My wings were bigger same with my body. It was strange but my shine was now dimmer, that means they would be able to see my toga I HAVE NO UNDERWEAR!! Good, flying is now forbidden Reader!! I stepped out of the Deku Tree and only saw the heroes standing on the resting place of the Master Sword with their jaws dropped, wide eyes and red.

„Seems like you still have a guide my dear heroes. I'm Reader, your fairy guide! If you have any questions just ask away!“ I said with a wink and a mock salute.

That's how they got Navi!Reader in their group until they fulfilled their task. But the Chain will find a way to keep them with the group until then. That's also the only Chain where Sage kinda listens to Time. Well, mostly because of Reader as Time was their partner in the past and they wouldn't be happy if they would fight. But as soon as all of them fall in love they will also notice that Reader doesn't fly as much as usual. Well as soon they find out the why, they are red with a nosebleed while Reader is screeching in embarrassment and explain that as a fairy they never needed things like underwear. Well, Wild hopes for a try again for his camera, Sage too. Wind wants them as his guide like Time, maybe with a little puppy crush. But at the end they try to solve the issue with the Triforce that Reader doesn't die when they leave the border of the Lost Woods. But Reader doesn't understand courting traditions from the Hylian as they are a Fairy. But Hyrule as a half Fae so he has more modern versions of Fairy courtship. So he is the only one who gets Reader to understand that they are being courted. But the others will see that and do the same, which confuses them dearly as it's a very sudden change in their opinion.

Navi!reader is an interesting concept, seeing as there is going to be one hero with a giant attachment to them first and foremost.

Time, if he gets the chance is never going to let them go ever. especially now that they have a more hylian form and can

[persesphonestears]

Taskforce 141 + Los Vaqueros + König and Horangi

More shit because I remembered I have drafts :>

A/N: My Y/N's are intended to be read as if the reader/Y/N is male/Trans masc, Also Bold is actions.

!!CW!!: Sexual jokes, Swearing, blood mentions(? i think), Shepard warning! alcohol mentions(being drunk) just silly cod shenanigan's (please tell me if I've forgotten any!)

Soap: WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!

Y/N: *sleepy* ah what's going on

Price: *also sleepy and sitting up* what the fuck man

Soap: OHHOHO

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Rudy: do you have any ice?

Y/N: no i just have freezable fruit shapes

Rudy: why..?

Y/N: just because

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Y/N: hey bro what do you wanna eat

Ghosts thoughts: the souls of the innocent

Ghost: A bagel

Ghosts thoughts: NOOOO

Ghost: Two bagels

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Y/N: Riley do you want the ball?

Y/N: *throws the ball*

Riley: *runs for the ball and throws himself into the wall*

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Y/N: I can't find it

Ghost: what you looking for?

Y/N: my happiness

Ghost: oh shit lost mine too let me help look

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Y/N: That moment when you walk into a room and forgot why

Alejandro: *angrily jumping on them*

Y/N: *falling in slow motion* oh that's right I pranked Alejandro

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Lasswell: Kid I gotta tell you something..

Y/N: what is it?

Lasswell: I'm gay..

Y/N: Wha- what does that mean?

Lasswell: It means I like pus-

Y/N: do you still love dad(price)?

Lasswell: ew no

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Y/N undercover: Are your parents serial killers… Cause i'm pretty sure they killed mine and IM BACK FOR REVENGE-

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Soap: My favourite holiday is halloween

Gaz: So my favourite holiday is christmas what about you Y/N?

Y/N: The purge :D

Ghost: ah that's nice

Price: Ye- wait what.

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Y/N: *fishing* Ugh the fish got off

Shepard: Probably cause god is angry

Y/N: About what?

Shepard: Gay marriage

Y/N: Look this is why I don't go fishing with you-

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Y/N: Dude lowkey your Dad(Price) is like super hot

Gaz: Lowkey dude that's kinda weird.

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Graves: Sir you can't steal in here

Y/N: Wha no i didn't steal anything?

Graves: You stole my heart

Y/N: *giggles* fuck you it's mine now. *runs off with Graves literal heart in their hand*

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Y/N: That was the best sex I've ever had

Gaz: Heh nice- hey wait that's my mums(Price) room!

Y/N: and that's why they call me mother fucker

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Alejandro: Hey can I get a sip of that water?

Y/N: it's not water

Alejandro: Vodka! I like your stu-

Y/N: it's vinegar.

Alejandro: what..?

Y/N: it's vinegar PUSSY-

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Graves: Hey Y/N, Are you straight?

Y/N: Am i straight? mmm uhh mm no sorry I like penis

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Y/N and Ghost: What's wrong with the way we dress?

Soap: Well some people say that all black make you look like an evil villain.

Soap: Not me though I think it makes you look like a sexy motorcycle vroom vroom

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Y/N: *drunk* next time I open up to someone is my fucking autopsy

Gaz: I worry about you

Ghost: Get in line

Soap: here take my spot.

Price: Y/N, we talked about this..

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Y/N: ask me why I love you

Ghost: Why do you love me?

Y/N: I'm glad you ask! *pulls out a 500 slide presentation*

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König: *lovingly stroking Y/N’s hair* Your so cute

Y/N: *drunkly* I could beat the shit out of you

König: sure you could

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Price: My god do you ever stop with the ‘I wanna die stuff’??

Y/N: I'll stop when I die, that's for sure.

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Y/N: I can fit the whole world in my hands!

Alejandro: Amor that's impossible

Y/N: Yes I can *holds Alejandro’s face* See!

Alejandro: *blushes furiously* Get your hands off me, I have a reputation

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Price: Where's Y/N?

Rudy: Doing stuff.

Price: Yeah i don't like the sound of that. Where's Gaz?

Rudy: Trying to stop Y/N from doing stuff.

Price: Ghost and Soap?

Rudy: Trying to stop Gaz from stopping Y/N from doing stuff.

Price: Uh Alejandro and König..?

Rudy: Watching it all.

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Ghost: I wanna do bad stuff to you.

Y/N: *being interrogated* Like what 😼

Ghost: Break your legs

Ghost: Choke you to death

Ghost: Push you off a building

Y/N: Kinky

Ghost:...

Ghost: What the fuck?

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Y/N: Is that your hand on my ass?

Alejandro: It was an accident.

Y/N: Your hand is still on my ass

Alejandro: It's still an accident.

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Y/N: I have an idea!

König: Maus, your last idea was unnecessary murder

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*Taking Alejandro to meet your guardians/parental figures* (amab reader)

Y/N: Okay let's try again, I'm my dad okay?

Alejandro: Fine

Y/N: *lowers their voice* So why should i let you date my child?

Alejandro: Because I can't get them pregnant

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Y/N: When I get murdered can you make sure my murder case stays unsolved?

König: What?

Y/N: I wanna be on buzzfeed’s unsolved murder case's

Horangi: Can we go back to you saying ‘when I get murdered’..?

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Y/N: Gods give me patience.

Price: Don't you mean power?

Y/N: If the gods gave me powers they'd all be dead.

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Soap: So uh I was wondering if you'd go out with me..?

Y/N: Yeah I'd love too!

Soap: You'll come arou- WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY YES?!

Y/N:...yeah?

Soap: OMG WAIT RIGHT HERE ILL BE RIGHT BACK!

Soap: *runs off*

Y/N:

Y/N: so can I leave or..?

Soap: *running back dragging Ghost behind him*

Soap: Say it! Say it again!!

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Y/N and Alejandro fighting

Rudy: What absolute idiots.

Rudy:

Rudy: I can't believe I fell in love with them both.

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Anyway thank you for joining me in my silly lil guy shenanigans ٩(ᐛ)و

[dvilsdesire]

Some little Raphael headcanons:

Raphael absolutely detests that he is a cambion. This stems entirely from being half human, which he loathes and is exceptionally insecure about. Once he was able to control his devil shape and form, he embraced it 100% and wanted to be more devil than human. Unfortunately, as a cambion, he will always be reminded that he is half a devil, and it's something he's very insecure about--comment on it and find out.

Raphael still requires food, water, sleep, and the toilet. As a cambion, he still requires food to sate his human hunger, however, cambions are allergic to most foods outside of meats, and he can get very sick if he eats something out of the ordinary. This is something he hates also, because he envies that full devils can eat whatever they wants despite not NEEDING it. Unlike him, he requires food still, but is limited to what he can actually consume without being ill. The nerve!

While he does not need as much sleep as a normal human would, he still requires rest. This makes him feel less efficient as a devil, because devils don't require sleep, and Baator runs off efficiency. One more thing to the whole hating being a cambion, as others look down on him because he requires something as simple as sleep.

As for the toilet... apparently cambions have digestive systems that require purging, which makes sense since they also require food and sleep, etc (the chamber pot in game supports this).

Raphael says he has a wine cellar in game, and I think fannon has pretty much taken on board he's a wine drinker. But he also requires water, because hydration is important! Especially in hot arse Avernus (even though devils are immune to fire).

Raphael is autosexual (sexual attraction to ones self). This is pretty much canon lore if we go off what Haarlep says in game (he stares at his own portraits, he only ever wants to sleep with himself, "Raphael loves only Raphael" etc.). I will absolutely go into a bigger post about Raphael's sexuality when I have the time, I've just been avoiding it because fandom will hate me lol.

Secondly on this note... he is not sexually or romantically interested in Tav and Co. Raphael isn't interested in sex in general unless it's with himself (or Haarlep as himself). This doesn't mean he won't use sex as a lure. He absolutely will, especially if he picks up that Tav/Co is interested in him or flirting. Overall, however, he sees everyone else as beneath him and therefore not worthy of his affections.

I am on the train of Raphael isn't exceptionally good in bed, though this isn't because he's BAD per se, it's because he's selfish. He doesn't care to please Haarlep, he cares about his own end goal and that's it. Once Raphael is done and had his orgasm, he's not about aftercare or pleasuring his sex toy (sorry 'Lep'Lep, I love you but it's true >:).

In saying that, Raphael is exceptionally possessive, and he does see Haarlep as his property. This also stems from Raphael's own feelings of inadequacy in general (re: cambion), and therefore, he becomes jealous and possessive with EASE. If he gets any inclination that he is not good at something, he will rage no thanks to those insecurities and feelings of being inadequate.

Raphael is an extremely firm believer in the laws of Baator. He is Lawful Evil to the T. I believe he fully respects and follows these traditions. His comments about the Oathbreaker Tav shows that he's not willing to deal with someone he knows is going to break a contract, because he finds that despicable. This isn't to say Raphael doesn't TWIST those laws and use loopholes to his convenience (every devil does). However, he does believe in those laws and he will follow them, because to his core, he's very Lawful Evil.

Raphael is a control freak. Living with him would be a nightmare. Everything is under his control. Every room has some strange little code or charm or riddle that requires invitation. You can't just roam around the House of Hope without Raphael knowing. He knows EVERYTHING that goes on in his house, and if he doesn't, he'll punish someone until they have no other choice but to tell him.

Raphael is a sadist. This also stems from the whole re: cambion and feelings of inadequacy. Being in control and seeing others under his command gives him a sense of (sexual) pleasure and satisfaction. This comes from a place where he has felt little and like nothing as a young cambion growing up in the Hells, where others would look down upon him and make him feel insignificant. Now, he has gained the upper hand and he will continue to do so. This is a classic tale of the bullied becoming the bully.

Second to this, he has violent tenancies, though they are generally left for very specific moments. Raphael prides himself in being a calm and collected devil, one that doesn't allow his temper to get the better of him (however, we know this happens if you make fun of him or don't play by his rules). There is a time and a place for such violence, he will not act like some savage beast, after all. It will be calculated (look at how he tortured Hope, he doesn't raise his voice, he uses manipulation, disappointment, likely even forms of psychological torture and Stockholm Syndrome tactics).

Raphael suffers night terrors. This is due to being a cambion, and because his evil nature haunts him and attempts to corrupt his thoughts and soul. Over the years, they have become something less common, but Raphael absolutely dreams (and that's canon since his diary entry). He will often twitch and mumble in his sleep (Haarlep is there to help if he wakes in distress--though Raphael tries to pretend it's nothing worth fussing over).

Speaking of diaries... Raphael is notorious for writing daily reflections. He writes EVERYTHING down. Which is honestly a really dumb thing, because even when he's plotting, someone could just pick his is diary and read every little scheme he has. While some of them are more in depth, others are sort of coded, but Raphael's quill gets away from him, and oftentimes, he is writing more in depth than he realises. For someone who demands to be in control of everything, his pages are quite often filled with restless writing and a clear sign that his thoughts are getting away from him. Poetic, right? XD

Raphael hates children. Hates! They are messy, they smell and they are noisy. Loathes children. But a child he can turn and manipulate into his own mould... he will definitely try and win over (aka Mol).

Raphael's contracts are all written in rhyme, he also has the ability to make contracts in verbal format (like with Yurgir).

Raphael waxes. He also plucks his brows. While he keeps his chest, arm, leg and pubic hair, his back and butt is always waxed. He maintains his pubic hair as well, just very neatly, as well as any other body hair he keeps. You won't catch him dead with a beard (too much like daddy).

Raphael's human form isn't overly tall. I hc him to be the average height, which is around 5'7. Honestly, I'd hc him shorter if I could, because he has short king syndrome and i love it. :) But going off game models, he seems pretty average. In cambion form, he's taller, but still average for a cambion imo. His height is nothing special, and that likely bothers him.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Coward

@jegulus-microfic March 23 Word count 454

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“I think we’re rubbing off on you, Potter.” Barty snorted when James arrived. Sirius had already filled Evan and Barty in on why they wanted to come over. “I’m liking your Slytherin side, Potter. Makes me all tingly.” He rubbed his arms over his chest, head thrown back, cackling. He stopped abruptly when James caught him with a stinging hex. But even that didn’t stop his wicked mouth. “Oh, Potter, stop with the foreplay and get stuck in. I won’t tell Reg if you don’t.” Barty ended up on the floor when Evan physically shoved him off his bed. “Oi, what was that for?” 

“You know I’ve got first dibs on Potter when Regulus gets bored.” Evan drawled, brushing imaginary lint from his robes. 

“Then who do I get? Barty whined.

“Sirius or Remus.” Barty pondered for a second. 

“Well, Sirius has the beauty,” Sirius blushed. “But it would be like shagging Reg and sorry, Sirius but no. Now Remus has the animal magnetism. I think I’d be very happy with him, at least in the bedroom department. I bet he—” 

“Silencio!” James growled. Barty was suddenly cut off. His mouth was still moving, but nothing came out. He sat sulking on the floor when no one would help him reverse the spell. 

James pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to purge Barty’s words from his brain. He visibly shuddered at the thought. 

“Right, anyway. Can we please discuss what we’re going to do about Peter?” James spat Peter’s name out. 

Fine, he might be showing a bit more of a Slytherin side, but so were the others, and his Gryffindor sense of right was roaring inside him stronger than any other will. 

Peter had betrayed them. Peter was still betraying them. He’d thrown his in lot with the most evil Dark wizard the world had ever seen, and it sickened him to his core. The Marauders had given him everything. They were brothers in everything but blood. They would die for him. And yet he’d used James to get information about Sirius. He’d used James to put Sirius in danger. 

A firm hand grasped his arm, and he released the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. 

Sirius waved his wand at Barty. 

“Come on then, clever clogs,” He grinned toothily at Barty. “What’s this idea you’ve been bragging about since we figured out `Peter was the spy?” Barty grinned back just as toothily. 

“Sit down, Black. I’m about to rock you’re world.”

Barty’s plan was a good one. It needed a bit of fine-tuning, but James liked the idea of it. That coward was going to feel all the betrayal and hurt that the rest of the Marauders felt.  

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[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Who starts more fanfics when she knows she's in over her head? Me! Who is writing a murder mystery fanfic about the Aquabats? Me! Me! Me!

The cops are a bit useless. In a world of heroes, they always call upon them to do their job. That's how the Aquabats got stuck looking around for evidence for a mass murder case.

Ricky would usually stay in the battletram, as would Crash while the others would look around the bloody crime scenes for evidence.

This murder happened in the alleyway, the woman’s guts were strewn about her body, cops taking down random things, waiting for the heroes.

Right on cue, the other three, Jimmy, the commander and Eaglebones walked into the alleyway.

The commander turned away, this was the most grizzly one yet. Eaglebones tried to wear an okay face, but Jimmy could tell he was internally screaming.

The police chief crossed over to the, “Aquabats, thank goodness you're here.” The commander sounded tired, “Yeah, yeah, Jimmy scan the area.”

Jimmy obliged and began to do what they had done every time they were called to one of these scenes. The commander would look for clues, sometimes just staring at stuff. Eaglebones would actually be trying to figure out what happened, as he hated doing this because it “felt evil” to be there.

But this time was a bit different. The commander was talking with the chief, normally what Eaglebones would do, “So there's no cameras?”

“No, we don't even know who the victim is, she didn't have any identification on her. We're going to do DNA testing.”

“Uh-huh uh Bones, what are you doing?”

Eaglebones looked like he was having a conversation with the wall, “Her name is was, sorry, Leslie Templar and she was walking home when he attacked.” Jimmy looked concerned, “There's no one there, kid.”

“Not a kid,” he went up to the commander, “okay, so, can you go out into the sidewalk?”

The commander did so and went to walk past the alley, “Okay, so, she was grabbed,” he grabbed the commander by the back of his shirt and dragged him into the alleyway, keeping a hand over his mouth, “up to the wall,” he kept glancing back at the opposite wall as if he was looking at someone, “and before she could scream,” he did a slashing down motion, “neck slash,” let go of the commander and mimed throwing him to the ground, “and you know what happens next.”

The cops were staring at him, “Did you see his face?”

Silence.

“He was wearing a Purge mask, okay, and are you sure it was a linoleum ripper?”

Jimmy looked concerned, but the cop wrote down what he was saying.

As the cops were busy, they slowly inched out of the alley and ran down the street back to the battletram. Jimmy was starting to be concerned for his two friends.

They hadn't been sleeping that well because of nightmares of the killer and the corpses and anxiety of ‘what if the killer comes to the battletram and murders us?’

Yeah, wasn't fun. Luckily, Crash and Ricky were blissfully oblivious to the severity of the situation.

It was the middle of the night when they were called, so the other two were asleep. They quietly slipped into the battletram, the warmth of the heating system washing over them and the cold being replaced with overwhelming tiredness, “How much sleep have you two gotten over the last week?”

Eaglebones laughed a bit, “Sleep? Oh, that friend is wandering over the hills in the distance. Just out of reach.”

“What?”

“I'm fucking tired, Jimmy.” Jimmy recoiled at the tenseness of Eaglebones’ voice. The commander giggled. He got very giggly when he was really exhausted, “Wandering over the hill.” He got out through fits of laughter.

Jimmy gazed at the two, who were now both giggling like school girls, “You guys okay.”

The both of them stopped for a second before just saying, “No.” Unanimously and starting to laugh once more.

Jimmy already had a plan in his mind.

“You guys want some water?”

He didn't wait for an answer, he just grabbed both of them but the arm and led them to the kitchen. He was going to drug them into sleep.

I know I know, that's totally a garbage move, but Jimmy didn't know what to do. So he just gave them some water that had sedatives in it and waited for them to get sleepy and just let them go to sleep on the couch.

Jimmy knew it was taking a large mental toll on them, but what else could they do? They were getting paid for this, it wasn't like they could stop.

Jimmy could only hope that the killer was caught soon, or else there would be a lot of nights like this.

Jimmy hates the cops.

It's from Jimmy's point of view.

[morganalefae]

s3 morgana being "beyond redemption" is soooooo crazy to me like yeah trying to kill the evil tyrant king whos been murdering every last one of your kind is sooooo evil lock her up and throw away the key!!

such a prime example of a kick the dog character too. like they cant condemn her for just fighting for her right to exist so they have her executing civilians and trying to have gwen executed to make her into the villian.

and! the same goes for morgause! literally what did she ever do wrong? uther conquered camelot (said by him in the episode where gili fights in the tournament) and then executed hundreds if not thousands of people with magic but morgause trying to kill the king is a step too far? why? its almost like the show is actually on uthers side 🤨🤨🤨🤨

which leads me to: the fact that we essentially watch the entire show through the pendragon perspective. merlin protects arthur so everything we learn about the purge and magic and the old religion is from uther/gaius. so, biased, to say the least. one of the most important things they tell you when researching history is to consider where your information is coming from and how that persons perspective influences their discussion of it.

which is why i also dont consider nimueh to be a villain. shes an activist! yeah she tried to kill arthur that one (?) time but he didnt even die so. doesnt count <3 but we SEE her having a conversation ALONE with uther where she says she didnt know what would happen to ygraine and i just cant imagine why she would lie. if she really wanted to hurt him she could have said she'd known and killed her on purpose but i dont think thats the case at all. she says she never would have helped him if she'd known what would happen. like, surprise, if you hunt and kill people for the crime of existing they will fight back and its not going to be the way you like it and innocent people will die. because thats war. you ruthlessly slaughter her people and she will slaughter yours.

worlds most unstructered post. professors hate her. anyway the show eventually starts to take on a very firm, "merlin has magic but ues not LIKE those other magic users therefore hes ok :) everyone else is evil tho. except the druids (sometimes :|)", whereby merlin using magic is only allowed if hes helping or saving arthur (except all those other times but we dont talk about those i guess) and his stance on magic eventually warps until hes just kind of horrible about it.

100% unpopular opinion but gaius should have died in s2 or 3. he influenced merlin far too much and basically never for the better. sorry to gaius lovers but i do NOT like that old man. he advises merlin EVERY time to not tell morgana about her magic (which she has no control over and therefore is manifesting in ways that will absolutely get her caught), to never help any of the unfairly persecuted people of the episode or even to use magic at all. hes a bootlicking coward who only helped people he cared for or when it suited him. how many people do you think he watched burn simply because he didnt agree with the way they used magic, whether it actually "evil" or not.

merlin's only friends who know about his magic are an old conservative man and a guy who dies right when merlin could have used the support of someone to help him "come out" to arthur about his magic.

im firmly of the opinion that had he told morgana about his magic everything would have been literally fine. because alone and with loterally no support system at all, is it any wonder that morgana would go down the road she did? after years of fear and watching people just like her be burned for the crime of existing, with no prophecy or friends to tell her that it wont always be this way. you dont have to be afraid because youre not the only one and i wont let anything happen to you. oh wait. she did get told that. by MORGAUSE. not about the prophecy but how can they be judged by trying to bring about change by themselves. by trying to kill a king whos killed so many of their own people.

if the intention of the show had been to give a poignant message about the cycle of abuse (morgana succumbing to bitterness and hatred just like uther) or how fear can control you (merlin eventually becoming essentially the bad guy, judging everybody who doesnt use magic the way he sees fit, staying silent and contributing to persecution of magic people because living in fear can make you paranoid and bitter (sound familiar?)) then i would applaud because wow did that make me fucking cry! and hit actually very close to home! and it was tragic and horrible but also inevitable

but as far as i can tell that was not at all the point, because in the end kilgharrah tells merlin the prophecy has been fulfilled, albion is united and magic returned! hurrah! but. um. did i miss something? when did that happen? oh, you mean when gwen is queen....? so.... gwen unites the land of albion and returns magic to the land? except, merlin seems to have lived on until the 21st century of our world and magic is not what i would call flourishing atm.

so i guess my question is... well actually i dont have a question. actually wait i do. what the fuck?

[bumpkinspice0]

Parallels Chapter 9:

Efficient, quick, and dirty

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4734

Summary: There's a massive breach to Spider Tower, Miguel needs the help of the entire spiderverse to contain it.

Warnings: ACTION, ACTION, ACTION (I've never written a battle scene before, I'm sorry) cannon typical violence, little fluff, little angst

A/N: I didn't mean to make this whole chapter Miguel's POV but here we are. I tried to condense his history from the comics down and add my own little things I want for him in this story. Also, mentions a lot of various Spider villain's in the chapter. Hope it's not confusing! Please let me know if it is!

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Chapter 9

Efficient, quick, and dirty

Miguel had made many enemies over his career. Dawn a cape and mask and fight the forces of evil— Nemesis that vow eternal vengeance and all that jazz. That’s the job description. The biggest evils that threatened Miguel’s world, before the multiverse, weren’t just comical supervillains and back alley thugs, however. It was corrupt corporations. Men with billions of dollars and resources to assure they kept that power. 

He didn’t want this job. He never sought out being a hero—Being Spider-man. This was all a freak accident. But he, like the rest of his fellow spiders, was thrust into it. Unprepared and untrained. In doing so he saw a part of his futuristic society he couldn’t ignore. The forgotten and the downturned. The criminal back allies the less fortunate were forced to brave every day. The clique owned Downtown of Nueva York.

Those in charge depicted the city as a Utopia, and in many ways, it was— But a Utopia built on top of a nightmare. That’s where Miguel’s first villains fought him— in the forgotten sublayers of the city. Downtown. 

Once he saw it, he couldn’t forget. The people held under the oppressive reach of those with more power and money. He had to help them. He was the only one with the power to do it. The only one willing to stand up to the corruption. In doing so, he became a symbol.  

It all stemmed from Alchemax and its slimy CEO Tyler Stone, the silent benevolent ruler of his utopia. He had his sticky fingers in everything. He owned the drug market, the police, technology, politicians— everything. He kept the world dependent on what he’d built. Nothing was immune to his reach, not even Miguel.

In his continuing journey, Miguel came to learn Tyler Stone was his father. It was the only reason Miguel had the success he did in his scientific career at Alchemax. An unknown father helping his bastard son every step of the way. In doing so, Tyler had also inadvertently created his new greatest enemy— the Spider-man. 

It made Miguel feel dirty. Unworthy of all he thought he’d earned. All the people he’d saved, the loss he’d experienced, and the pain he’d caused— all overshadowed by a man he’d never call father. His life had spiraled since he became Spider-Man, and this was just another nail in the coffin. 

Stone eventually left Alchemax, pursuing a career in politics. In doing so, he had to give up his company— so he gave it all to Miguel, thinking his illegitimate son he’d shown so much kindness to had the same evil goals he did. Overnight, Miguel had more money and power than any normal person knew what to do with.

Miguel was never proud of how he obtained his power , so to speak. It was simply handed to him, like so many other things in his life.

He didn’t hesitate to use all of it for the better. He had everything he’d been fighting for at his fingertips now— The inside information, the power. He revealed himself, showing the world that Spider-Man and Miguel O’Hara were one and the same. He purged every two-faced cop and exposed every backward politician and self-serving scientist. The city was no longer in Alchemex’s grasp, but now shared in its prosperity. He gave back to the people what corporate greed had taken away for years— and they loved him for it.

For all intents and purposes, Nueva York was Miguel’s city. 

Along his journey, he’d discovered the multiverse. With all of Alchemex’s technology at his disposal, he dove further and further into the mysterious dimensions… until he lost himself completely. He’d wiped an entire dimension from the map because he wanted to play house. And somewhere out there someone else had blown a massive hole in the fabric of reality for their own selfish purposes. This power was dangerous, and it had to be kept in check— and there was only one way he knew how to do that. People he knew could be trusted with the responsibility of great power.

On top of the bones of Alchemex, and with the help of his brother, Miguel built Spider Tower. A giant fuck you to the corrupt old men he’d defeated. 

That pissed a lot of the wrong people off— Loyalists to Tyler Stone and the old police force and the religious zealots that saw him as a false prophet. You can’t hold this kind of power without those that want to challenge it. Or those that just want it back— For things to go back to the way they were when they ruled the world. 

And today, those that sought to dismantle everything Miguel built tried their hand at tearing it down. 

A group of nearly a hundred of them, all armed to the teeth and riding in on hover bikes. They banded together and stormed into Spider Tower in the name of taking it all back. Did they really think they stood a chance against hundreds of superhumans? What did they have— a lot of guns and rage? Yeah, good luck, fellas.

“Lyla, lock down the building. No one gets out. I want them all detained once this is over,” Miguel instructs as he bursts out of his lab. The fight was traveling up the whole main corridor of the tower— He knew he’d regret making the center of the tower so open. Whizzing hovercrafts, lasers, and webs were already all around him. He jumps into the fray. As annoying as such a massive breach in security was, this was at least going to be a little fun. 

Lyla made an announcement to the tower, ordering all spiders to detain the intruders. Like she had to tell them twice. Everyone was up and running in a second— There were just over one hundred Spiders in the citadel today. Plenty to contain a group of civilians.

It was absolute chaos, but still, something superheroes knew how to handle. A midair, hovercraft fight with dozens of guns aimed at you might as well have been a walk through central park. Just another Thursday morning in the life of a spider. 

Miguel dives down the main corridor, clotheslining several intruders off their bikes along the way. He webs them all to the closest structure as he does so. Efficient, quick, and dirty, just how he liked it. 

He makes it to the bottom lobby floor, landing in a roll. He checks the shields on the front doors, they are secure. Looking past the laser defenses he sees several more followers attempting to get into the building.

“Lyla!” He demands, “Call the Public Eye and get the outside of the building under control!”

“Already done!” She blips to his side, showing footage of the cops on their way.

“Good,” Miguel swings back up into the madness, “Have the arachnoid bots collect everyone captured and bring them to the lobby. Let’s round them up!”

And, like magic, the little 8-legged robots begin to descend the walls, detaining anyone caught in a web— Efficient, quick, and dirty. This would go by faster than he thought.

Miguel is about 30 stories up when he hears a familiar metallic shriek… one he had heard in years but could never forget. The groan of metallic wings. 

It hits him from behind, a force so strong it snaps him off his web. But he doesn’t fall— he continues to climb, held tightly in the arms of his assailant. They weave through the crossing walkways and pillars that connect the tower, separating from the main fight. He turns around and sees the face of the first man that tried to save him down in the depths of Downtown Nueva York.

“Vulture?!”

“Hello, old friend, hello,” the Vulture laughs, “Enjoying my welcoming party?”

“Ya know, I’ve never been one for surprise parties,” Miguel manages to claw at his captor’s forearms, the Vulture releases him instantly with a howl of pain. Miguel swings to relative safety on the closest wall. 

He hadn’t seen the Vulture in nearly a decade, one of the first foes he’d ever faced in those very first days as Spider-Man. He’d assumed the man was dead. The mech-suited cannibal lurked in the drudges of his city all this time, waiting to make a move. Today must be the day. 

They’d nearly reached the top of the tower, the fight raging on several stories below. The Vulture hovers in front of him, a sadistic smile on his face.

“Praise the new savior of the city!” The Vulture mockingly claps, “The S-Man, Miguel O’Hara the prince of Alchemax, the god of Nueva York.”

“What do you want, you cannibalistic freak!” Miguel spits. 

“Why, what I wanted since the beginning!” The winged maniac perches himself on a nearby ledge, “To join forces and bring this city to its knees.”

“And you're using Ty Stone’s loyalist to do that? Smart. I thought you hated Alchemax?”

“Mere pawns, I assure you. They were eager to fight you. I was eager to lead.” The Vulture waves dismissively. Pawns? For what? Surely he didn’t organize this whole thing just to get to Miguel, “Still with all the power in the world and you don’t use your greatest weapon to bring order.”

“What are you talking about?” Miguel sneers, now on edge. 

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing here, O’Hara.” Maniacal laughter builds in the villain’s throat. Miguel pounces, silencing him instantly. 

“What are you talking about?!” He demands, bearing his fists down on the Vulture's throat. The villain doesn’t even bother to struggle, a sickening smile still painted across his face. Something was wrong— terribly wrong.

“Boss!” Margo’s voice crackles over his comm. “We’ve got a big problem down here. I need extra defenses… Now! They’re— Get the—” She cuts out.

“Oh, no, no, no, no…” Miguel begins to mutter, hearing a rising roar emanating from sector 2… the containment area. Below them, countless villains began to spill out into the citadel, roaring and fuming with rage. They never wanted to take back the tower, they wanted this. 

“Rise, brothers, rise!” The Vulture cheers at the horrific sight, “My home is yours! This city is—”

Miguel rips one of his mechanical wings from the mech suit and pushes what remains of his Vulture over the edge. He spirals down the tower’s center leaving a trail of smoke and deafening laughter left in his wake— insane freak, he had no idea what he’d done. 

For the briefest of moments, sheer panic overtakes Miguel. A thousand thoughts cross his mind in an instant. What could he do? How can he fix this? How can he stop them? It was complete madness and if he didn’t contain them now then the tower would be compromised… which meant the whole city is compromised. He had to act fast, but not just alone.

What did you tell him the other day? He has all the help in the known universe. Yes, he does… and he needs to use it. All of it. 

And in an instant, he’s back to the task at hand.

“Lyla call everyone… Everyone!” Miguel screams at his virtual assistant, “We have a category 5 breach. We have to contain it… NOW!”

No witty response from the AI this time, she nods and vanishes into her system.

Portals open above him in a flash of dazzling light, dozens of them. That was fast. The remaining of his spider-brethren begins to spill out from across time and space, diving towards the action. He takes the lead, guiding the new wave of spiders into battle.

They clash like waves on rocks— flailing limbs and flying weaponry. 

“Lyla!” Miguel calls as he claws his way through the masses. She blips to his shoulder, “Have the Alpha team move to sector 2, and add any extra security you can to the containment wing.”

“Alpha team go!” Lyla comically announces and several spiders break off from the main fight, flocking to sector 2. Every spider was assigned a sub-category for a mass attack exactly like this. Jess told him he was going too far when he proposed it in the beginning. 

Who's laughing now, Jess?

“Beta team contains. Get them any traps and net guns you can! I want every anomaly locked up and brought back to sector 2!” Several more spiders break off to the armory to gather any and every containment device. 

“And the gamma team?” Lyla asks, the final of the sub-categories. The one Miguel was assigned to. 

“Fight. Break them down. Stop them,” He growls, launching himself further into the chaos. Many of the villains were left unarmed and ill-equipped. All weapons and mech suits were confiscated eventually— at least the ones they could find. A lot of them still had explosives and sharp things hidden in hammerspace. Still, there were many that had enough strength to be a threat to anyone, even without weapons. 

Miguel lands on the back of a particularly massive Rhino. There was no mech suit on this one, he was 10 feet of pure flesh and blood. The giant man was charging a path down a corridor, toppling away people like bowling pins. Miguel’s mask fades and he bares his fangs. He sinks his teeth into the mutant's neck, injecting enough venom to bring down 2 full-grown elephants. The monster goes down in a sliding halt in an instant. Several robots descend on the massive Rhino, webbing him up in a containment field.

One down, a billion to go.

Miguel turns to jump off the ledge when it hits him— That all too familiar buzzing in his head. Even amongst the chaos it still blares like a siren, clear as day. Spiders from all over the multiverse were still pouring in, so why not you? He looks up into the bustling tower’s expanse and spots you instantly. 

You came. Of course you came. 

You’re with Jess, perched on the back of her motorcycle as she barrels down the citadel. He knew you were both part of the Gamma team— the fighting team. He was simultaneously overjoyed to see you and dreaded the fact that you were here. The fact that you knew how to fight meant nothing to his spider senses. For all his biology knew, you were his mate and you were in danger. Just another thing to worry about in the midst of this shitstorm— why not.

He sees you pounce onto the back of a soaring Vulture. He can’t help but follow. You web up the left wing, redirecting his flight pattern directly into the wall. You disarm him and web him up there for future disposal before moving on to your next fight. He forgot how clever you could be when fighting sometimes. Where he relied on brute strength you relied on speed and cunning. 

He swings to your side. 

“Oh, there you are!” You say, casually dodging a mirage of pumpkin bombs. “Thought you might be here!”

“Here I am,” He says back, bobbing between the bombs as well. You both find the Goblin that threw them, swinging his direction without hesitation, “I took your advice!” 

“I see that! Quite the party here!” You shout, banking to the left of your new Goblin assailant. Miguel swings at him head-on, knocking him off his glider. You web the Goblin to the nearest surface and he slashes the glider to pieces. Another one down, and still a billion to go. “Though I would have liked to see you take this on yourself!” you say, cheekily as you swing about a diagonal walkway.

“Don’t underestimate me!” He shouts back. 

“What the hell happened anyway?”

Miguel scoffs, “Sure, let me explain it to you in detail!”

You share a laugh as you both simultaneously dodge a pillar of rising sand from a rogue Sandman.

“Please do! I’m not doing anything important. I’m all ears!” Your cheerful demeanor was admittedly helping his mood about all of this. Typical spider, still throwing jokes in the face of possible annihilation. 

He’d never actually done much banter with a friend before. With villains, sure— taunting them often led to results. Lyla always tried to have fun with him but he tended to tune her out when he was on the job. Part of being Spider-Man was having fun, that’s what the others said anyway. Was that what he was having with you in the midst of this horror— Fun? 

Yeah, maybe just a little. 

He feels the spider-sense ring— something’s coming up behind him. He ducks in response and a spear flies over the top of him, now heading directly towards you. You sense it just as he had, moving from its path just in time. You manage to grab it, midair and return it back to its holder— a Kraven parched on the adjacent wall. The spear rips through his fur cape, effectively pinning him to the wall. Okay— you were really good.

You both share a look, despite your faces being completely masked the message is clear. We’re stronger if we stick together. A spider-sense was invaluable in a chaotic fight like this. He could use a partner… just this once.

You both dodge and weave and capture in beautiful synchronicity, never once faltering. The two of you didn’t have the luxury of making mistakes right now. This required precision and vigor, there was no resting until the job was done. 

The Beta team was finally moving through the tower now, re-containing and deporting everyone they could. Margo informs him the intruders only managed to free half the villains in containment and the remaining half was being dutifully protected by the Alpha team.

The crowd was thinning. Not by much but it was a start. He’d commanded his army well and it was showing results. They all continue the grueling work for hours. Stopping, catching, and containing—repeat for every one of them. 

Efficient, quick, and dirty.

You never slowed down, keeping up with him like it was child's play. As much as he hated to admit it, it eased him to have you near. To have you close where he could see you— and protect you if necessary. So far, it hasn't come to that. 

He hadn’t seen you much after you’d rescued him a few weeks ago. The air between you both changed since then. You forced him to change. You were the only one that could seemingly push him, that wasn’t afraid to stand up to him. You’d seen him— all of him. You looked the roaring beast in its fanged mouth and didn’t flinch. 

He didn’t share much of himself with anyone and for a good reason. You were forced into his fucked up life and still found a way to accept him with glee. You didn’t seem pained or scared to be around him, like so many others did. 

You treated him like a person, that’s all it took for his unquestioned loyalty to be yours. He knows how pathetic it sounds. 

He wouldn’t hesitate to throw himself in harm's way for you now. The woman that knew all of him and still treated him like a man. He’d tear through this whole goddamn tower to make sure you were okay. He at least owed you that. 

Watching you weave and pounce between threats was mesmerizing. You were fast, he was strong. You both used it to your advantage. 

“Remind me to call you both for backup next time!” Miguel hears Jess shout as you both whiz by. You both just took down a Doc Ock that had been tailing her for a good 5 minutes.  He hopes you’re not being too obvious with all of it, but honestly who had the time to sit and gawk at you two in the heat of battle?

“We’re at 75 percent containment and minimal casualties,” Lyla announced on hour 3 of the battle. You decide to break off and answer a few distress calls from your friends. He wants to ask you to stay by his side but he holds his tongue. You’d be better used elsewhere now that the crowd was thinning even more.

The fight had dwindled away from the main hall and raged in various wings of the building. The ratio was practically 20 spiders to 1 villain now. It didn’t matter what tech or powers they had, no one villain could beat those odds. 

By the time the containment percentage dwindled to around 10 percent remaining, those still in action simply surrendered. Villains could be complete morons most of the time, but they knew when they’d been beaten.

“We have full containment,” Lyla announces over the intercom system. When the last of them are rounded up a victorious roar echoed through the entire building. It was over. He did it— you all did it. 

It all comes rushing to him at once— the exhaustion. He’d been fighting at full force for hours. He can’t recall the last time he’d done that… or if he’d ever done it at all. He wants to fall down and sleep for a thousand years right there.  

Miguel streams down to the lobby, filled to the brim with caged intruders and anomalies. The arachnoid bots dutifully sort them out, bringing the villains back to the containment area and the trespassers outside to their awaiting police cruisers. He makes a mental note to thank Gabe again for the level of automation he’d added to the building’s systems. He has to resist the urge to oversee and micro-manage every bit of it.

Miguel is humbly reminded of just how selfless his spiders were. He called for help and it was answered tenfold. They all came to the tower's aid without hesitation. He made the right choice gathering this team together. A team of people who simply just wanted to help, and in doing so that made them the most powerful force in the universe. A force for good. 

Sure the Tower was trashed and he’d have to beg Gabe to rework the security systems and do about a billion other tedious things to completely clean up this mess— but you all did it. The first major test as a team and Spiderkind passed with flying colors. Maybe he wasn’t as shitty at this leader thing as he thought.

He feels his spider-sense rise and a smile can’t help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

“Incoming!” Your voice rings out behind him. You swing down to the lobby, carrying a rogue intruder by the ankle. You swing directly for him, dropping your prisoner in a cluster of robots along the way. The wind is knocked out of him when you come barrelling into his arms, hanging yourself around his shoulders. He’s surprised when you kiss him openly. He wants to push you away, afraid someone will see but you’re both currently surrounded by robots and prisoners right now— so what’s the harm in a little victory treat? You’d both earned it.

This kiss felt different. It wasn’t as desperate and hungry as the hundreds of others you’d shared at this point. Something more than just the heat of the moment. It was a lustful thank you. A grateful embrace. Something sweet after hours of bitter struggle.

“Way to go, General O’Hara,” you congratulate him when you both finally come up for air.

“Same to you, little spider,” He breathes against your lips. You both linger there, him holding you in his arms and you gently cradling his face like a treasure— like no one ever had before. He could stay suspended in this moment forever. The incoming sound of more spiders thrusts him back to the situation at hand. He drops you back on your feet and you dust off your suit in an attempt to look more presentable. Funny how you were both grown adults but acted like teenagers playing hooky. It was a little fun in its own fucked up way. 

Miguel reminds himself to enjoy it more while he has you. 

Several spiders make a B-line straight for him, undoubtedly with reports from the fight or the various damage around the tower. And so the headache begins. You give him a nod and start to make your way back to the sidelines. He doesn’t want you to leave. You could stay at his side through all of this, just be there with him— if you wanted.

Miguel grabs your elbow before you’re out of reach, “Come up to the lab when this is all over.” He asks in a hushed tone. The request beneath his words was heard loud and clear. 

Find me after all this and I’ll fuck you so good.

You smile faintly and nod.

I’ll be there.

Good, now he had something to look forward to after all the bureaucracy. You fade into the background as the various spiders come to his side bearing news of their plight. In all honesty, he didn’t want to listen to any of them and was struggling to not tune all of the various reports out. His attention kept lingering back on you on the sidelines, conversing with your own group of spider colleagues. Jess and Gwen and that damn anarchist British kid from Earth-138.

You had a life outside of him, of course you did. He didn’t have much of a life of his own, being the reclusive scientist he was. So much responsibility rested on his shoulders. So many people that needed him, like they did right now. 

Even so, in the midst of the chaotic aftermath, he just wanted to be alone with you. You came to him. After it was all over you found him in the smoking quagmire of it all. You came and kissed him with meaning. With passion that wasn’t the result of some biological response. Just you and him— two simple people with an increasingly confusing relationship. 

Still, he finds it within himself to tend to his duties around the tower as leader. You come and go in his field of vision, helping clean up the mess wherever needed. No anomalies escaped and his universe's Vulture had been brought into the Public Eye’s headquarters for questioning— good. He needed to know just how far that psychopath’s control reached. He may have a new problem on his hands if the remaining cliques of Downtown were planning a hostile takeover. He prays it won’t come to that, after all he’s been trying to do for this city. 

He checks in with Margo in the containment center, everyone was accounted for and deportation to their home dimensions had resumed— a little faster than normal. Having villains still in the facility that had seen the rest of the Tower made him a little uneasy. A few spiders from the Alpha group volunteer to work in guard shifts as extra security until every villain that was involved was shipped out. 

People were starting to dissipate from the tower, seeing that they’d done all the help they could at the moment. After hours of swinging around, the only thing left was clean up and the bots could handle that. Miguel decides it’s time to head back to his home as well. 

Lyla lets him know the rest as he slowly makes his way to his lab. Any possible compromises to her system were neutralized. The bots should have the scattered battlefield of weapons and rubble cleaned up within 3 days, an approved crew was coming in first thing in the morning to assess any structural damage, and Bob’s your uncle. 

Massive crisis averted. 

And now he could have you alone back in his room, a reward for both of your hard work today. 

He’s standing at the entranceway to the lab when he feels you behind him. You gracefully land on the opposite end of the walkway leading to his room. The same place you opened up to him just a few short weeks ago. 

There’s still bustling from the bots and various spiders just below. The path was littered with remnants from the fight. The bots hadn’t gotten up this far yet. Pieces of mech suits, discarded guns and webbing. He’d worry about it later. It was being handled. Now, he just wanted you.

He feels his sense jump, but not in anticipation. The way it would in battle. His senses instantly hone in on a half-demolished glider left on the walkway— smoking and sparking over the side. It was still somewhat functional. Something was wrong and you don’t seem to sense it. The device was shorting out.

He jumps when you’re approaching point-blank range of the thing… but he’s too late. 

The glider and all the bombs stocked inside of it blow— and you go flying over the edge, limp. 

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[ghostofashina]

Alright so Elden Ring lore is really complicated to me so I'm sorry if this answer is obvious, but I see a lot of people debate whether Godwyn or Messmer is the first born or which is older and I wonder

Could they perhaps be twins?

Marika has had two sets of twins already. And even if Messmer has Radagon's red hair, Marika is Radagon, right? So who's to say it can't be some sort of weird magic thing? After all, Marika did father children with Rennalla.

Or, it could be like Heracles, where they're twins but with different fathers. In the mythos, Hercales' mother, Alcmene, got pregnant by Zeus and her human husband, Amphrityon, at the same time, so she has twins, the demigod Heracles and the human Iphicles. Weirder magic stuff has happened in Elden Ring after all.

Anyway. I just think it would be a fun symbolic thing: Marika's first twins being Godwyn the golden, who was apparently adored by all, while Messmer is considered cursed and exiled--and then at the end Godwyn becomes a curse on Marika's land.

Hello, hello ~

Worry not, it is quite complicated to me too! Especially after a few details brought by DLC.

It was my — and many other people — main theory when the DLC was announced and Messmer was revealed. Until then, we were used to believe Godwyn was the firstborn, considering Godrick's great rune. Once the DLC came out, it wasn't proved to be true. And yes, there's the kindling mentioning Melina is Messmer's younger sister, but it doesn't really tell us much. Despite this, unfortunately there's no further mention to Melina anywhere in the LoS. We know, though, Melina was born at the foot of the Erdtree, she said it herself. And, it's pretty obvious Messmer was already born by the time the Age of the Erdtree started. In fact, it started alongside the Golden Lineage.

So, considering it's a game that relies in interpetration, I am personally still very fond of the theory. And there is a few things around them that recalls to a twin connection.

First thing, we do not have an exact moment for when most of the demigods were born, especially Messmer and Godwyn. Their births seem to blend into each other and it feels it's on purpose, because of the duality they share with each other.

Gold and Shadow:

It's the main theme of the DLC alongside death, and for so long I believed it was meant to be Miquella and Messmer, but Miquella still is very related to Light (Circlet of Light, Light of Miquella, etc). And it's not exactly as gold. And we have this pair through the whole DLC.

"Miquella the kind spoke of the beginning. The seduction and the betrayal. An affair from which Gold arose. And so too was Shadow born."

We never got an answer for those words or what we saw in the story trailer, and perhaps these words mean exactly what we read from them. The beginning clearly recalls the start of the Age of the Erdtree, starting with Marika's ascension alongside Godfrey. And Gold and Shadow were born from it, good and evil, beauty and horror, also Messmer and Godwyn. Godwyn is the start of the Golden Lineage, even after decades of Godefroy or Godrick carrying the title, it started with him. Godfrey took for himself the title of First Elden Lord, Godwyn was the first Golden. Not enough, Godwyn is often related to the sun: the golden ring in his knight's armors, in his knight's weapons, the whole eclipse thing. While shadows is something we find related to Messmer: from the Shadow Keep, being the ruler of Lands of Shadow, to the Abyssal Serpent shorn of light.

As said by Land of Shadow incantion: This incantation channels the force of the Scadutree's power, and its gold is accompanied by shadow. Not light, which would've been the common imagery. Gold accompanied by shadow.

This theme follows them in their entire arc as characters. Godwyn was the perfect side of the empire, Messmer was the dirt part of it. Godwyn won a war using diplomacy, Messmer purged a land to the death.

Patterns:

Not only Gold and Shadow is a pattern here. They also share patterns with two known pairs.

Miquella and Malenia. Messmer certainly is a loyal blade as Malenia is, both cursed by outer gods. While Miquella and Godwyn were the best potential of their ages.

Marika and Radagon. As two sides of the same coin. If we put them together, they compose a Golden Order and its philosophy.

And, as we see in both of these pairs, there's a tendency of being torn apart, far from each other. Miquella and Malenia were divided in the end of their lives, while Radagon and Marika were divided at the start to get united after in marriage. Well, which is basically what happens with these two as well. Godwyn stayed at the Lands Between while Messmer was sent to the Lands of Shadow, even though we know they lived at the Erdtree for long enough. But, in the end, Messmer awaiths for the embrace of death and, well, who is the bearer of death? Godwyn.

Of course, do not let me forget the hair pattern. Yellow and red, shown not only once, but twice. And regarding Messmer's red hair, we must remember Rykard is not depicted with red hair either, and he is born of Rennala and Radagon. Considering Radagon is Marika, the whatever-genes are shared between them. So, it's not impossible that, as Rykard inheriting fair hair, Messmer would inherit a darker hair.

Curses:

But then. Godwyn isn't cursed, Messmer is. Every pair of twins are cursed. How come?

So, again, Marika and Radagon patterns. Marika's offspring is cursed, while Radagon's isn't. His children with Rennala are as perfect as Godwyn. Ranni, Radahn and Rykard, whatever happened to them, they were born curseless. Only when Radagon married Marika, the twins came out cursed. Besides being a pattern they share with Marika and Radagon, it could also mean a manifestation of the true of Marika and Radagon.

However... are we totally sure Godwyn ain't cursed?

I mean, Godwyn is meant to be the one outside those patterns, why would he be the only kid with the letter G then? And, I think his curse is there. And came with his death. Unlike his siblings cursed at birth, Godwyn was the one to be cursed in death. We don't know if it's something that was inside of him since the start or if something used him as vessel in the end.

And, speaking as if Godwyn is, in fact, cursed, we can again see lots of similarity with Messmer's curse. Starting by the fact — I know the kindling isn't a curse, but it's part of it, since it feeds the Abyssal Serpent. Godwyn started producing his own flames when he became the Prince of Death. It's called "Prince of Death's flames" in the Eclipse Shotel the same way it's always called "Messmer's flame". Not enough, we find both lack of eyes and amount of eyes in both situations. Both Messmer and the Abyssal Serpent is blinded after Marika's intervention with the sacred seal, Godwyn's corpses that we find in Stormveil or LoS also lack the eyes. But eyes grew anyways, the Abyssal Serpent has eyes around its whole body, while Deathroots (and lots of other stuff) carry eyes as well. Also human hair growing in both.

And, well, they are the only siblings that share this "animalistic" curse. Even though the Rot has it servants looking like shrimps, Malenia is more related to plants than animals. Morgot and Mohg share the omen features, not animalistic either. Rykard fed himself to a serpent, he wasn't a serpent. Godwyn and Messmer have animal features within them, which could tell us how deep is this connection.

The only thing is Melina, but again, it's difficult due to the lack of evidence and I can't really treat lack of evidence as some sort of evidence. Yet, she is born later in the story and we know this for certainty. So, I don't think that would actually go against this possibility.

As you can tell, I've been thinking about this a normal amount, but yeah, I still believe that it's possible for Messmer and Godwyn to be twins. Even if we can't know that. Even if they don't know that. I can see it being hold as a secret even from them.

[flowers-in-your-basement]

(this is a practice snippet of the fic I'm working on. )

they haven't talked as much in the past few weeks. Funny how that happens, Sam and dean winchester not talking to eachother, who woulda thought. They're both keeping secrets. Dean knows what his is, has known all his life. But Sam is still a mystery. They share long looks as they prepare to sleep, both begging the other to say " I know, I forgive you". They don't know so they just pretend.

Dean has to go first. He needs to purge the evil inside of him and even though he's lived with it, it still chafes at his skin. He's lived with it all his life but now he knows that he can tear this want out of his skin and examine it, he wants it desperately.

Tomorrow. It has to happen tomorrow.

Okay. He made up his mind.

It's going to happen today. At lunch. He's thought about waxing poetic, thought about writing a note. He has to say it out loud "Sam, I'm in love with you, it's not going away".

They're sitting at the dinner table, eating cream of broccoli soup (gross but on sale) and it just slips out. "Sam, I'm in love with you. It's not going away"

There's silence for a long moment, the secret writhing on the table. Sam sighs, looks up at the sky and seems disappointed in what he finds.

He leans across the table and kisses dean.

For a few glorious, soul destroying moments dean kisses back. There's wetness on his cheeks, not his. Sam's. He pulls back, hurts to do but needs to be done, can't take advantage of Sammy any longer.

Sam is sobbing, harder than he's seen in a long time. Dean wants to show him the inside of his heart, to get him to forgive.

He knows sam doesn't want him back.

Sam is slowly starting to put himself back together, hiccups interrupting his breath. He looks at dean.

"I'm sorry dean, I can't."

"can't...?"

Sam just cries harder

"sammy, I'll sleep in a different bed, in the car, I'll never touch you again. I can leave if you want" pleading with Sam.

"I don't want you to leave. I don't want to leave. I just don't want you like you want me."

And isn't that the worst. Holding himself together all these years on a thread, Sams smiles and over-long looks, stitches on a wound.

"I'm going to college, Stanford. Next month" Sam is monotone, devastation on the land, no chance of re-growing.

And isn't that the worst.

They both cry over this stupidity, over their fucked up lives. They have a month. Dean had his final prayer proven wrong, Sam had his final plea granted.

At least they have a month

[ccraccz]

EUCALYPTUS

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Chapter 1

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Anyone past this point who causes pain, 

who brings destruction, 

who holds evil in their heart, 

will be purged by Bofurin without exception.

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With crows cawing outside, the teenager sat criss crossed on the floor of the classroom. Near him, a boy with an eyepatch stood looking out the window, another male was doing pull ups on the windowsill, and a pink haired boy playing on his phone. 

The boy huffed from his nose, looking up due to hearing some loud talking outside of the door before it rattled open, showing two boys, one sweating bullets, while the other looked overly egotistical. His hair was quite unique and interesting, at first glance he thought it was dyed, but that was until he saw the eyelashes, how long and pretty they were. His silver hair suits his features.

The boy standing beside him decided to take action first, stepping forward with a nice, gentle smile, and taking the attention away from the two new kids. 

“Hello, there. You must be Sakura-kun.”

“uhh..AAAH!” The blond exclaimed, looking back and forth from, now known as, Sakura and the cherry haired boy. 

“And what of it?” Sakura brings his fists up “Who the hell are you?”

“Don’t do that!” The blond boy quickly pushes down Sakura’s fists to his sides, bows towards the cherry boy, “I’m so sorry! He’s just a bit excited!” He explains and then slides towards him. 

“Forget about him! But you…!”

“With that black eyepatch… the long tassel earrings…” The blond gushes “...There’s no doubt about it!! You’re…”

“I’m Leonardo DiCaprio,” He smiles, head tilting to the side “Nice to meet you.”

Both males stared at him blankly before Sakura jumped up with a small blush.

“You’re from overseas?! Erm… I am… uh,”

“SERIOUSLY?!” Blondy turns towards Sakura.

“No, I’m Japanese,” he says before pointing towards the teenager that was on the floor previously, “He is, though.”

The two new students look over the jokester’s shoulder, looking curiously at the male who was previously being pointed at. The blond opens his book and flips through his pages, thinking loudly with a soft laugh of exasperation. ‘I didn’t know he was such a joker… I thought he’d be more aloof and cold…’

“You’re… Suo-san right…?” The blond asks, and Suo nods with a smile, tassels moving gracefully with the movement of his head. “Yup. Everyone calls me that.”

“By the way, this eyepatch is a seal to keep an ancient Chinese spirit inside…”

“Wasn’t it from a past accident…?”

“Yup! That’s what everyone says!”

Sakura grits his teeth and clenches his fists in annoyance, “WHAT THE HELL?! HE’S ALL TALK!”

Blondy turns and pushes him back “Wait No! Among the first years, he's actually-” 

“Well, that’s enough about me.”

Suo cut Blondy off, suddenly getting serious, his smile becoming slightly more sinister and not reaching his eyes anymore, not that it ever did though. “Sakura-kun… Let’s talk about you…”

Blondy froze as Suo walked forward towards Sakura, before starting to smack him on the back.

“I heard all about it! Wow, you’re amazing!”

WHAP WHAP

“You were the star of that brawl on main street yesterday, right?!”

Both new students looked at him confusedly before the other guys started speaking up.

“Yesterday? On main street?” Someone said

“What do you mean Suo? Who the hell is that guy?” another guy spoke up, asking the question that some others had.

“You guys heard about the fight with spaltips yesterday on main street, right?” He turned to the crowd of students that were sitting around behind him, “Hiragi-san and the others went to stop them, but the guy who showed up first to protect the town was…”

He stopped for a second, taking Sakura’s shoulder in his hand before, with glimmering sound effects, declaring his words. 

“Sakura-kun~!!”

At that, students started cluttering and loudly crowding towards Sakura and Blondy, who quickly hid behind the more experienced male with a FWOOSH.

“Woah seriously?”

“Huh…”

“I heard Hiragi-san went, so I knew it’d go well. I didn’t listen to the rest.”

“Same.”

“My grandma was there apparently,” Someone says, “there was a guy she didn’t recognize in the Furin uniform.”

“I knew someone new moved into town, but way to go! You were really protecting the town before classes even started!” 

The student from before stayed back and quiet, holding the bag that he got gifted recently from a vendor who saw him carrying stuff for both himself and an old lady who was being carried by him. 

He was already carrying too much, his bag having ripped due to the amount of things he had, but luckily he left a little too early for the ceremony at Furin High though. He was about to turn a corner, to go through what he believed was a shortcut to a vendor where he could buy at least a bag to aid him in carrying the things he had in his hand before he heard a yelp from behind him.

He quickly turned, looking around before seeing a granny on the floor, holding her back as she tried to get up, her groceries having flown out of her hands.

He gasped before rushing towards her, crouching down and silently picking up some of her groceries in his hands, taking the fallen fruits and vegetables and placing them in another bag.

“A…are you okay?” He asks, an accent peaking through as he puts down his things and helps Grans fix her posture to help her with her pain. 

“O..oh kiddo, there’s no need to worry, it’s just my old bones…”

“Here, I can help,” He pouts before organizing her groceries in his arms, balancing everything he believes he needs in on one hand before picking up the old lady by the knees and balancing her on his other arm.

“Please… umh.. Hold on to me, I do not wish for you to fall.”

“Ah… Yes!”

She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck as he then stood up, biting his lip as he walked towards the closest bench, which is across the road at a cafe.

He looks left, and right, before quickly walking forwards, nearly tripping on a few rocks and the pavement that declares the sidewalk.

Suddenly, his arm felt lighter, the one carrying some groceries and his necessities. He turned towards the source, ready to kick some robber before he noticed it was a vendor that had a light green bag, placing the stuff he once had in his hand inside the bag with a smile.

“Here, you seem to have been struggling with some stuff, let me help you kid.”

He nodded in appreciation before pointing at the door to the cafe with his lips.

“Could you, please, open the door for me to carry injured inside?”

The vendor smiles and nods, going over to open the door for the two of them, letting him and the old lady inside, closing it, and entering behind them. 

The teen smiled at the memory, having organized and re-organized the bag twice to both, being able to appreciate the kind gesture by the man, and to be able to fit everything comfortably.

“NOOOOOOOOO! WAAAAAHHH!”

“WOAH!”

The loud screaming made the dazed teen look up from the bag and towards the chaos that started happening.

“N-N-NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT HE MEANT!! HE DOESN’T MEAN THAT HE’S GONNA BEAT ANYBODY UP! OR PHYSICALLY HURT ANYONE!”

‘He’s talking too fast, what is he saying?’ The teen asks himself, trying to translate Blondy’s words as quickly as possible to be able to enter the conversation. 

“Yes, I do.” “YOU SHUT UP!!” 

‘Ah.. that I do understand..’

FWOON

The desk that was thrown crashed into the wall where the teen was once standing, now being seen a few inches away from the weapon before looking at who threw it.

“Sakura-san! You can’t! Not with HIM!” Blondy threw himself onto Sakura, grabbing at him before explaining “That’s the most dangerous guy in our grade… Actually no, I mean the WHOLE SCHOOL!”

“KYOTARO SUGISHITA”

The long haired character, Sugishita, angrily walked forward, gritting his teeth, eyes glaring at Sakura, and fist becoming white in anger.

Sugishita quickly leaps forward, exclaiming an “I’LL KILL YOU!” before breaking the teacher’s podium. 

“Phew… We almost got caught in that,” Suo smiles.

“Huh…? Uhh, when did we…?”

The teen besides Suo signed before crouching down at eye level with Blondy. 

“Is… Are you Okay?” He asks, looking the shorter teen up and down for injuries.

“Ah! Yes… I’m fine!”

He nods and stands up, and goes back besides Suo, who is smiling at both him and the situation.

“Oooh, Nice! Sparks are flying!”

“But, Sakura-kun…” Suo pauses, “when you’re in front of Sugishita-kun…” Sugishita strikes quickly, but Sakura dodges just a quick.

“... You shouldn’t say that you’re gonna ‘be the top of the school.’”

“Sugishita-kun visited here often when he was in junior high. His passion and talents were recognized, and he was the only person who was allowed to say that he was part of Bofurin even before he was in high school. What’s more, he is extremely loyal to our current top… to the point… where he worships him. It’s a bit much to even watch.”

The taller male listens in, trying to take in the information and slowly translate it, but with the loud noises from the fight, he couldn't really focus. He sighed before deciding to focus on the fight, which is much more interesting than learning whatever the vice-president is saying.

Sugishita goes and sweeps at Sakura’s feet, but Sakura quickly jumps high and avoids it.

“Don’t just stand there and stir the pot! Stop them!!”

‘Stir the pot?’

“Me? Why don’t YOU stop them then?”

“WE CAN’T!!!”

“If you don’t hurry and do something, that outsider is gonna…”

Sugishita tries to punch Sakura, but misses as Sakura quickly steps back.

“...GET KILLED!!”

Sakura slips, and Sugishita takes advantage of the situation, going in for a direct hit…

Only to miss again. 

Under him, Sakura is doing a bridge, shirt and blazer being pulled down by gravity, showing his tummy, before he lifts his legs and kicks Sugishita with a loud KER-TWAK.

It took everyone off guard. 

They both stop for a second to breathe, before rushing towards each other again.

BAAM CRACK

“BOTH OF YOU, STOP!”

His voice reverberated in the classroom, both of the students quickly stopped their advances, and everyone looked towards the boy. The floor under his right foot was cracked, the painted wood under him having cracked and splintered under the force of his stomp.

The teen sighed, and shook his head, rummaging in his bag before grabbing two handkerchiefs, one green and one yellow. 

He walked towards Sugishita, getting on his tippy toes to be able to clean his bloodied face with the green handkerchief. 

“I believe you are capable enough to clean your bloody face, so here.”

Sugishita grunts before holding the green handkerchief to his face and aggressively cleaning up his face.

“Sakura… Hands please…”

The addressed male flushes lightly at the thought of the physical contact, but doesn’t give in to the thick accented figure who he doesn’t know too well.

He has interesting colored eyes, it is mainly a striking light blue, but the center of it is a mixture of yellow, green, and aquamarine. His hair was silky, and its shape was interesting. From the back, he had a half up-half down hairstyle, but from the front, he had his bangs covering his right eye, and a long piece of hair free from the shackles of his hair tie on his left in front of his ear.. He had a thin eyebrow, a singular one due to the reason of not being able to see the other eye, and an ear piercing on his right ear, a metal teardrop. 

He smelled strongly of eucalyptus. 

The male took his hands, which were just fine, thankfully.

The pretty boy shook his head at the sight of some calluses and scars.

“You seem to be doing fine,” He mumbled before covering Sakura’s hands with the yellow handkerchief.

Sakura was red, and stiff as the male held his hands, only to be interrupted from his trance by Suo.

“That’s Osamu Ryuu, he’s a foreign student who just moved here a few months ago from Australia. He’s sweet but quite aloof, and he’s still learning Japanese, so be patient with him.” Osamu Ryuu. He finished tending to Sakura’s hands the best he could in the short amount of time until he was interrupted by the announcements of his leader, where he quickly re-organized his bag before listening in. 

Osamu Ryuu, meaning Leader of dragons.

‘I can only wonder… is he strong or is he just another weakling?’

[fairyhagmother]

okay i’m sorry i simply have to come here. i just love the persephone lore you are sharing. please, im begging for more persephone thoughts from you.

HIIIIIII LILY IN THE INBOX!!!!

the thing is right, you have heard most of my Pippa lore bc a.it is largely inspired by yours and b.whenever I am struck with a Pippa insight I literally run to yell at you in ur inbox, replies, etc.

+ I 100% believe her situation during the civil war was extremely dire. she literally had to resort to cannibalism. it must have been real bad.

+ I'm so sorry everybody. but her relationship to festus is so, so precious to me. It's one of the first things I was dead set on when I finished the book and decided to forego all feelings of shame and write. a 4 weddings and a funeral AU. as they were my wedding 1 I guess I have spent a lot of time with them and I'm very attached now okay.

+ they literally bring out the best in each other. persephone is actually very shy and quiet and he makes her more adventurous and fun! persephone mellows festus out. she hates gambling so he quits cold turkey for her sake. she makes him feel more confident so he drops the macho facade as he matures. still loves a party though! sorry back to pippa

+basically the moral compass of her friend group. like: no livia dont take apart palmyras pointe shoes so she breaks her ankle come on now. her friends are insanely protective of her because they see her as this pure soul that must be protected at all costs. additionally, vip and livia both know how traumatic the war was on the price household (not the cannibalism I dont think, but they know it was bad), and they really admire / are puzzled by how she emerged from all that while remaining kindhearted.

+ she has a little boy who, at times, violently reminds her of mizzen.

+ she's kind of a blindspot of coriolanus's but not because he underestimates her, but because he finds her so repulsive that he refuses to see her as anything more than an abstract concept. livia keeps saying these insane things about him to Pippa over tea, and Pippa is immediately like. this guy is crazy actually. but festus is like nah Pippa that's just coryo he's a bit of a freak but he's harmless, he was my best man!

+ festus dies out of nowhere. the coroner rules it a morphling overdose. to Pippa's dismay, no one in the friend group is shocked and they keep coming to her and: she should have said something if festus was struggling with addiction! you remember how he was at the academy, etc, etc. where the fuck did these stories even come from you know? well pippa can't prove it but she has an inkling.

+ she goes insane with grief. like. its horrible. she keeps telling everyone that something's off but no one listens to her because as far as they are concerned its just the insane ranting of a recently widowed woman.

+ and as I said, she keeps a box of 'evidence' that coriolanus is somehow behind all these mysterious 'purges'. it gets brought up when snow is tried at the hague of panem circa mockingjay.

+ Pippa feels guilty for having been a passive cog in an objectively evil machine, along with festus. she loved / loves him so much but she never really gets over the fact that they were complicit with the regime. she thinks back to all the times her friends called her kind, and she wonders if they're wrong.

[jyva]

DEATH KNIGHTS BAYBEE

among my world of warcraft friends i’m known as the death knight guy. the blood god. the no. 1 blood dk oce. i have convinced multiple people to start playing death knight or blood death knight. i really like death knights. u wanna know why? not just because they’re cool and smart and sexy and handsome and strong and cool, but also because they’re the ones you call when you really, really wanna make sure something’s done. this will not be a well-structured rant and i’m not sorry.

a lot of people use stratholme as a turning point for arthas, an example of a time he went too far and started going into the deep end. what happened was the scourge (evil undead bad guys) snuck infected zombie-making grain into this big city’s food supply and infected everyone with it. arthas sees that everyone’s about to turn into a zombie and decides (CORRECTLY, I MIGHT ADD) that this entire city must be purged. all his friends go “no that’s fucked up” and abandon him, and he goes through with it anyways. it’s an incredibly difficult thing to do. it’s a monstrous thing to do. it loses him his closest friends. but it has to be done so he does it. if he doesn’t, all or most of the population is transformed into evil zombies, and everyone in there dies anyway, with the addition of some of his own men as they fight the undead. would you rather be killed while you still have your own mind, or after you transform into a monster and eat your own family? what’s easier to kill, a cowering innocent civilian, or a bloodthirsty undead horror? fucked up questions to answer. some people wouldn’t want to voice the answer to those questions. some people wouldn’t have an answer. arthas did, and in a moment of crisis, he had to give that answer for every soul in stratholme.

tirion fordring was a brave, noble, and powerful paladin who was instrumental in the defeat of the lich king arthas, and he died later fighting the legion. the new lich king, bolvar, decided that he would be a good candidate to raise as a death knight to continue the fight against the demons, and sent the knights of the ebon blade to light’s hope chapel to resurrect him. they were met with resistance from the paladins of the silver hand. five death knights, (yes, you heard me right, just five) raised ghouls to fight and shoved puny paladins out of the way until they reached its sanctum, the paladins’ own order hall, where the deathlord (death knight boss guy) beat the shit out of the highlord (paladin boss guy) until the light itself had to intervene to save its bitch ass representative after she gets her ass handed to her in her own crib. the death knights were prevented from bringing back a powerful force of good against the enemy that was threatening the entire planet because resurrecting tirion was “desecrating” him and “unholy” and “immoral” and “subjecting him to an unlife of pain and suffering is bad”.

which is what they have to endure, by the way. when they are raised, all death knights become subject to the “eternal hunger”, which is a new need to hurt or kill things that must be sated or they go mad. while they were under the lich king’s control, they were made to kill their closest friend, then sent to slaughter innocents in droves until they were broken free of his influence. some death knights stayed loyal to the scourge, some went mad, and the ones we’re left with in the knights of the ebon blade are the good ones, sating their bloodlust on the enemies of azeroth, or in one guy’s case, on the fish that he catches with his fishing pole. also, every death knight has a real hard time being happy. positive emotions are rare for them, and negative ones are everyday.

sometime during the burning legion’s second invasion of azeroth (the one that tirion fordring died in), demonic portals opened up in the priests’ order hall in netherlight temple. who do the priests call for help? why, their righteous, brave, honourable brothers in the light the paladins, of course. monsters are slaughtering more and more of their friends by the second by the time the paladins receive the call for aid. and what do the paragons of the light do? the courageous protectors of the weak? the vanquishers of evil?

they stand around their table and talk about how risky it is and oh man what if we take too many losses and oh geez it’s so scary though i don’t want to go :(

know what the death knights would have done? gone on over there and started mopping up demons. of course, the paladins do eventually save their priest friends, but not before that embarrassment. undoubtedly, more than a few priests die because of their hesitation and fear. being generous, though, it’s understandable. paladins are, despite their ideals, just living mortals. and death knights do what the living cannot.

you don’t go to a death knight for kindness and comfort, or a shoulder to lean on. at least, they’re not gonna be your first pick. you go to one when you have a problem. a really messy problem that has a lot of morally grey yuckiness. one that would cause you quandaries and make you spend time thinking about what’s right and what the repercussions are and what if there’s a better way. one that will require you to hurt someone, or stain your soul, or put yourself in incredible danger, no matter what choice you make. you call a death knight for those problems. they feel no fear, at least for any enemy that threatens them or you. there’s no enemy they won’t face. no moral question they’re going to waste time over. they’re already damned. the ends justify the means. to a death knight, the trolley problem isn’t a problem at all. they would pull the lever every time. one life sacrificed for the sake of five is a no-brainer. they’re an unstoppable, inevitable force of frost and fuck you that will run over whatever gets in their way.

i really like death knights (at least the veterans of the third war) because before they died, they were all unequivocally, undeniably heroes, every single one, that gave their lives for azeroth while fighting the scourge, chosen by the lich king because he recognised their strength. and when they’re brought back, they’ve killed their friends. betrayed their homelands. they feel a fucked up urge to hurt everyone around them and it’s so hard to find a reason to smile and sadness and misery course through their minds every day. everyone they once knew fears and reviles them for the things they did when they didn’t have control of their own minds. and despite that, despite ALL of that trauma and pain and misery on their shoulders that would drive any lesser being to suicide, they persist. and carry on. and keep doing good. because they were fucking heroes. and still are. and if you don’t find any part of all that relatable whatsoever, you’re lying to me. they’re the problematic anti-heroes of the warcraft world, and despite what the whingy-ass demon hunters have to say, DEATH KNIGHTS are the ones that have given the most for azeroth. because they literally DIED for it. also they’re stronger than every other class you can fight me on this and you will lose in-game and out goodnight.

[kaibasupremacy]

1. Canon I outright reject

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

For Kaiba obviously~

Jksjsj 🥺🥺 thank you so much for the ask

1. Canon I outright reject

Despite all of the contradictions between the separate canons (anime, manga, sub, dub ect) I find it hard to pick an aspect of it that I refuse to find merit in, even aspects that are painful to me (Seto removing the locket in DSOD T-T)

My personal canon when it comes to Seto tends to be a mixture of anime sub (filler arcs included), and manga canon and DSOD, and I do not consider the Toei anime series to be canon because of the discrepancies with the manga.

I think an aspect of canon I outright reject is the idea that the Mind Crush made him a better person and “purged the evil” in him.

I have a very strong attachment to early manga Seto and I cannot see him as a uniquely evil character. The mind crush itself I find to be a disappointing climax to the Death T arc, but many lovely people in the fandom have made lots of touching art on the subject matter so I wouldn’t say I entirely detest it, but the idea that if he had not received the penalty games he would have been doomed (even if it’s strongly implied by the canon) I just cannot accept (and I think it flattens him). But that’s just a personal thing.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Ohh I have several so probably I will end up leaving out some T-T I warn you beforehand they’re mostly super sad 😭

Two aspects that are ultimately up to interpretation but that I consider ultimately canon is that 1. Seto suffers from hallucinations and 2. Seto struggles with suicidal ideation. Another hill I will die on is that Seto’s childhood and adolescent experiences *before* and *after* his six years with Gozaburo were equally as scarring for him.

As for headcanons, a strong one I have is Seto being autistic. Another one is that he really admired Gozaburo, and never really disliked him despite the way he was treated until they had their ideological clash in respect to war as Seto began to grow into a teen with his own ideas and even then, I headcanon that Seto still saw it as a rivalry (kind of like the one he had with Atem later) and did not see himself as his victim.

I also headcanon that Seto was forced to be a child athlete by him, exploiting his already existent love for sports and competition.

I also headcanon that Gozaburo’s wife was European and a Christian Catholic and Gozaburo adopted her religious practices and tried to impose them on Seto as well, who grew to dislike religion for this reason.

I realize they’re all quite sad but I also have this hc that Seto struggles with poor body image and disordered eating and that his biological father turned to alcoholism after the death of their biological mother, and Seto had to stay home to care for both him and Mokuba, so the only time he went to school was when he was taken in by his relatives.

I also headcanon that he used books as an escapism throughout his life and as we can see has adopted a manner of speaking that’s very literary. He loves to write and writes a lot anytime he has the time to do so, but most of the time discards what he has written or is too embarrassed to ever show it to anyone, even Mokuba. In general I have a strong headcanon that he is very sensitive about art.

An happier hc I have is that he really loves amusement parks. Not just what they represent and the fact it’s his and Mokuba’s dream, but like, just attending and getting to do the most thrilling rides. And that his complex about winning is not limited to the things he considers “serious”, but just about anything. He could be playing the most silly game and will still treat it as a matter of life and death.

Thank you again for the ask and have a wonderful day ❤️ sorry for my bad English btw 🙏🏻

[katyspersonal]

by the way thank you thank you THANK YOU for your takes on nanaya ER, you have no idea how many people see her as some sort of agent for the FF or something like that and i feel like i'm taking crazy pills every time because........ the whole point is that she is the reason midra hasn't given into the FF despite the pain?? if she wanted him to inherit the flame why did she tell him to hold on? the main argument is that suffering enhances it, but it's clear he would have turned regardless, enduring was a way to prevent it. so thank you so much for an actually positive read of her character!!!

(also you pointing out that she seems to have survived the initial inquisition purge and that she might have been the one to call them there was such a smart observation and i totlaly get behind it now)

Aww.. Sorry for the delay with responses (busy busy), but thank YOU for thanking ME I guess gfhfhdhggv The last part made me melt a little, and it is not Frenzied Flame exposure, it is joy of knowing that I might have helped someone with the ideas on the character!! AND YEAH SMALL DETAILS!! Like 'the last reasonable person left despite all that happened with their people' vibe!

As for the takes.. to be honest, I have not much to say here because whereas I've been checking the tag often, the only post on the topic I've seen was someone also addressing strange abundance of evil Nanaya takes.... so now I am just left to wonder whether I was completely clueless about this sort of disco horse because 1) all these takes are on Twitter, Reddit or YouTube which I don't check 2) the takes come from a blog or blogs that I've blocked / blocked me or 3) Rom from BB concealed these posts from me XD

"Suffering nurtures it" is not a bad idea, there are just too many factors for me to include into the whole picture vs a headcanon I can't base on anything besides 'it could be'! Granted, after how badly I stepped on the rake with my conclusion on """more likely""" Miq and Mohg portrayals, I can no longer speak of characters personalities with confidence for a while :') What if in Miyazaki's mind, EVERY 'this is obvious vibe' should be taken in reverse?

Guess we should not overthink that man's enigma of a mind and instead should take it as a lesson of more free interpretations instead of placing too much meaning on justifications in canon! Not that I can due to my autism but I can TRY hfghgg I'll just say her having been spared by Inquisitors and lore being that harassing of Inquisitors was the reason Midra's Manse succumbed to Frenzied Flame to begin with sold it for ME! Him feeling guilty that he potentially doomed everyone (starting with their son?) because he quite literally played with fire is so sad.. I like to think Nanaya still loved him, but had to call people who were actually guilty because "I hate you, you hate me and it's your fault more than his but Frenzied Flame might end not just us but the WHOLE world so could y'all seal him before he explodes, I have grief to cling onto until it kills me 😔"