#spirit medium wild au

[science-lings]

Bird?

One might say that it was cowardly to run away, and therefore it was something you'd never see a group of legendary heroes do. In all fairness, it was a rare sight, but this was one of those times that they had found themselves severely underprepared and willing to make a tactical and speedy retreat.

Slower members of the chain had used or borrowed speed-enhancing items, leading to the fact that their leader was wearing bunny ears and Four, who had broken his ankle, was riding on Wolfie's back, gripping his fur as hard as he could.

If they weren't so out of breath, Wild was sure some of them would be screaming.

Even with items and Wild handing Sky a stamina potion every so often, the thundering footsteps only grew nearer. The colorful curses that Legend was muttering under his breath were slowly getting louder.

They stumbled over a natural stone bridge, not a single one of them noticing how the rock started to crumble beneath them and how high up they were.

Actually, Hyrule noticed and in his moment of hesitation, was scooped up by Warriors, wasting little time in their strategic withdrawal.

Thankfully they all made it to the other side of the bridge in one piece, unfortunately at the end of the bridge lay only cliffs that would take far too long to climb in their hurry. It was functionally a dead end. A dead end that Legend slammed face-first into as he failed to slide to a stop in his pegasus boots.

"Ah, come on!" the vet slammed his fist into the wall of tightly packed dirt.

"Well, it's been fun fighting with you boys..." Warriors sighed through shallow panting breaths, putting Four down to lean on the wall, but both of them were doing better than Time, who was hunched over with his hands resting on his thighs, his hair splayed messily around, hiding his face.

"Fear not, dear heroes!" Wild announced, his uncharacteristically confident voice coupled with another. His eyes suddenly a shade of golden green. His smirk reminded Time of when Urbosa was being channeled through Wild's body, but this time there was no rage, just enough assuredness to his expression to toe the line of being pretentious.

"Your savior is here!" Wild posed with his hand resting on his chest with a limp wrist with its counterpart splayed dramatically outward.

Definitely pretentious.

The champion knelt on the ground with his arms open, facing downward, before quickly flexing his wrists up. A flicker of ghostly wings overlayed his arms for a moment before the air around them spun, and he shot upwards in a funnel of wind.

He spent a moment surveying the area, spotting the army of monsters that were in pursuit just filing onto the bridge and both Wild and Revali had an idea.

Time slowed around them as they pulled out their bow, one bomb arrow, two bomb arrows, three bomb arrows, four. That's when Wild stopped counting.

If there was one thing the two of them shared, it was their skill with a bow, especially in midair.

A dozen sequential explosions happened rapid-fire, and the bridge crumbled before a single monster could make it across, some even being blown back from the blasts. A few yelped as the rock disappeared beneath them, sending them plunging into the deep chasm.

Thankfully Revali remembered to pull out their paraglider before his melodramatic moment was ruined by them plummeting to the ground. He landed gracefully on the ground, facing away from most of the heroes.

"You're welcome." He turned his head ninety degrees to side-eye the rest of the chain, letting them witness his eyes fade from green back to their normal tropical sea blue.

"Did you get possessed by Warriors this time?" Legend commented.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" The captain protested.

Wild only laughed, sparing a thought to genuinely thank Revali, even if he was a bit cocky about the stunt. He would never say it out loud though, even dead the bird didn't need to add to his mountain full of pride.

Send me prompts?

[thehomophobe]

Reverse 1999 AU

Freddy:

✦✦✦✦✦

Mineral                                                                        Mental

Buff     Support     DEF

Cover

Medium: Cashmere

Afflatus: Bumblebee Jasper [Mineral] Peacemaker

Fragrance Note: Vanilla, Shea Butter, Almond, Oud

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1960's for 24 years. Completed in Autumn, on September 5. Completed in Hurricane, Utah, United States.

Chica:

✦✦✦✦✦

Plant

Physical

DPS   Debuff 

Cover

Medium: Feast

Afflatus: Roses from the Supermarket [Plant] Work-Study

Fragrance Note: Strawberries, Kiwi, Sour Straws, Pink Gardenia, Vanilla Cream 

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1970's for 19 years. Completed in the Spring of March 17th. Completed in San Francisco, California, United States. The exhibit tours in Japan every year.

Monty:

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Beast

Physical

Burst DMG   DPS   Nasty Wound 

Cover

Medium: Python

Afflatus: Might of the Beast [Beast] Leader of The Rebellion

Fragrance Note: Leather, Cedarwood, Cigarettes, Saltwater, Fake Grass

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1990's for 23 years. Completed in Summer, on April 2nd. First exhibited in Lafayette, Louisiana, the exhibit was later moved to Pennsylvania.

Roxy:

✦✦✦✦✦✦

Beast

Physical

Burst DMG   Control 

Cover

Medium: Hot Rod

Afflatus: Tooth of the Lycan [Beast] Chosen Hero

Fragrance Note: Jasmine, Cinnamon, Lilac, Leather, Gasoline, Linen

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1980's for 24 years. Completed in Autumn, on September 8th. Completed in Evanston, Illinois, United States.

Sun:

✦✦✦✦✦✦

Star

Mental

Burst DMG   Heal   Dispeller

Cover

Medium: Ghost Lights

Afflatus: The Heliocentric Model [Star] Commerical Thespian

Fragrance Note: Orange, Grapefruit, Sugar Cone, Lemon, Honeysuckle, Daisy, Peaches

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1940's for 21 years. Completed in Summer, on June 21st. First exhibited in Washington D.C. but frequently moves to Burbank, California

Moon:

✦✦✦✦✦✦

Spirit

Mental

Burst DMG   DPS   Debuff

Cover

Medium: Lunar Regolith

Afflatus: Shadow of the Moon [Spirit] Laconic Astrophysicist

Fragrance Note: Black Current, Lavender, Chamomile Tea, Cherry Lollipops, Belladonna

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1940's for 21 years. Completed in Summer, on June 21st. First exhibited in Washington D.C. but the exhibits visits to Burbank, California.

DJ Music Man:

✦✦✦✦✦

Beast

Physical

DPS   DEF  Support

Cover

Medium: Audiophila

Afflatus: String of Spider Silk [Beast] One-Man Rat Pack

Fragrance Note: Coconut, Pineapple, Acai Berries, Cheerwine, Brass, Champagne

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1910's for 29 years. Completed in Winter, on January 27th. First exhibited in New Orleans, Louisiana, then took a brief tour to New York, New York.

Bonnie:

✦✦✦✦✦

Plant

Physical

Burst DMG  Extra Action   Counter

Cover

Medium: Trenchant Demurral

Afflatus: Joseph's Coat [Plant] Liberation Kickstater

Fragrance Note: Wild Cardamom, Saffron, Mint Leaves, Yellow Carnations, Bluebells

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1960's for 23 years. Completed in Summer, on June 1st. First exhibited in Melbourne, Australia, the exhibit was later moved to Utah.

Foxy:

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Intelligence

Physical

Buff   Burst DMG

Cover

Medium: Golden Compass

Afflatus: Autodidact Cartography [Intelligence] Legitimate Pirate Captain

Fragrance Note: Seaweed, Clams, Barnacles, Orang Rines, Gin, Rum, Old Books

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1650's for 40 years. Completed in Autumn, on September 19th. First exhibited in Glasgow, Ireland. The exhibit has been seen to tour around the Caribbean.

Ruin Eclipse:

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Star

Mental

DPS   DEF  Support

Cover

Medium: Epic Poetry

Afflatus: Stars Lighting the Way [Star] Clairvoyant Prophet

Fragrance Note: Wine, Honey, Goat's Milk, Aster, Marigold

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 11th Century for 38 years. Completed in Spring, on April 25th. First exhibited in Athens, Greece, the exhibit was later moved to London.

Glitch Eclipse:

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Spirit

Mental

DPS  Control   Debuff 

Cover

Medium: Dead Batteries

Afflatus:  The Creeper [Spirit] 504 Bad Gateways

Fragrance Note: Rusty Nails, Charcoal, Firewood, Cola

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1960's for an unknown amount of time. Said to be completed in Autumn, on September 9th. First exhibited in Cambridge, Massachusetts, has been exhibited everywhere around the world until it was contained in January 18th.

[ratsoh-writes]

Monster idea: A big bug-beetle like monster with a veeery narrow waist, horns and a sturdy carapace like back.

Their face has a sort of T shape, with big ole eyes and a second smaller pair below them.

Their torso, legs and arms are pitch black. You can know their magic color by the color of the hands, horns and carapace.

They are mostly known to have acid and poison magic.

Their carapace is so strong that not even cannonballs or bullets can dent them.

Whew! That’s three new monster types down! I’ll start from left to right!

Carashield:

One of the oldest monster subspecies, carashields are found in every au, and every AUs records. They like to fight with the goats and slimes over which of them came first in monster history.

The carashield is a lanky but massive monster, averaging between 8-12 feet tall. These monsters are known for a bug like appearance with a small triangle head, bulging eyes, and of course the massive back shell pieces. Every carashield has a skin color ranging from pitch black to a charcoal grey, and rarely, slightly green shades of grey. And of course, their favorite features about themselves: the tiniest waists

A special detail about these monsters is that the large eyes are actually false, they are used to show emotion but don’t actually “see”. Instead the two smaller eyes in the middle of their face are their true eyes.

The carashields magic color will show in their large false eyes and proper eyes, as well as the tips of their horns, fingers, toes and the spot on their carapace.

The carashield is a monster built like a tank, as long as they have their back armor that is. Without it, the monster is very frail. The back carapiece is both a shield against magical attacks and physical ones, being able to withstand even bullet fire. These monster also tend to be skilled in poison and acid magic, and occasionally, illusion magics.

Carashield monsters are known for being highly intelligent and proud. They are easy to offend and hard to please, but get in ones good graces and you’ll have a friend for life. All AUs have these monsters, but the ones with the highest carashield population is gastertale and undertale.

Maedaes:

The maedae monster is a medium sized monster with a round head, false flames surrounding the head and neck, and a solid torso. The lower body slowly tapers off into a wispy shape resembling smoke. They typically “stand” between 4/5’8 feet tall

Maedaes are a monster type who while not “new” are young enough to know what two monsters they came from. The first maedae in each au had a sunsport and ghost monster parent.

Maedae monsters take more after their ghost ancestors in their magic and structure. They float naturally and can become partially intangible in their torsos and the “flames” surrounding their heads. They’re monsters skilled in healing and occasionally fire magics.

One special thing about these monsters is that their magic color is always a warm shade. It is represented in their eyes, mouths, flames and the little pads on the tips of their fingers.

These monsters are known to be rather wild with high tempers. Never piss off a maedae or else the wild magic from its anger will give you one hell of a migraine. These monsters in ancient history were known for being on the front lines in war for a reason, despite being healers, they’re born with a fighting spirit.

There are Maedaes in the aquatic AUs! These rare individuals still keep their warm color palate but their “flames” resemble a teardrop shape, and none are found with fire affinities. The aus with the most Maedaes however are underfell, fellswap red and lustfell.

Vambao:

The vambao is an older monster type and a known ancestor of bat monsters (with a mouseling being the other parent). Vambao monsters are a medium sized monster standing between 4’5/5’5. They have large ears, tiny moth like wings, sharp teeth and hooves.

These monsters are known seductresses/seducers. They are highly skilled in pheromone and illusion magics and appear in a lot of human mythology for “stealing”young men and women away lol. The way these monsters spread their pheromones is through the dust on their wings, or through a bite. The method depends on what family the Vambao came from

Vambao are lustful monsters, and they almost always prefer other monster subspecies or humans over each other, so the Vambao population is always much lower than the average monster type. After all, when you pick a mate from another subspecies, you risk only having the same type of monster children as your mate.

Polyamory is also very common with these monsters, often being in a triad or more with their chosen loves, however they’re jealous lovers and do not share. Either you’re all dating the vamboa or not lol.

This monster type also enjoys meat more than the average monster, needing a lot of protein to fuel their type of magic, so a good way to get on a vamboas good side is with some great barbecue.

Vamboas are found in every au, but the AUs with the most of them are lustswap and lustred.

And now let’s meet the new babes!

Berkeley Dickens:

Berkeley is a handsome carashield from gastertale! He’s just entered his middle age at 300 and stands at 9’1 feet tall! He has a neon yellow magic.

Berkeley is a well spoken dignified and elegant fellow. He was born in high society and worked hard to respect the customs and rules of his ancestors. He has a scientific mind like many in gastertale, but takes it in a different direction with an interest in music! So despite having the attitude of the stuffy “silver” (gaster) monsters, he’s considered a bit of an oddball in his au

Barkley is a conductor for a prestigious orchestra in ebott. He writes the music they play as well, designing the songs for the way the sound waves make people feel over the actual sound. However many adore his music and his shows are always packed

Berkeley is single at the moment, and yes for lack of trying. His research has consumed him for most of his life. He’s open to a partner, but doesn’t care if he never pairs. So it would take someone determined and willing to chase him to tie this classy monster down

His magical talent is being able to “double hum”. Basically when Berkeley hums, it sounds like two people are doing it lol. His magic weapon is a simple sleek fencing sword.

Things he loves: music of course, the piano and cello especially, fencing, lemon flavored ice treats, his cat Beethoven, the color navy blue, fancy pens and stationary, winter

Monsters he knows: napstablook, Vamp (royal), pepper, green, G, crow, vibrato

He lives in the community around mettaland and has two roommates

Cotton Lee:

Cotton is a young maedae born after the crash to her outerswap parents. She’s only 14 at the moment and stands at 4’5 but is still growing. She has a reddish orange magic color!

Cotton like every maedae before her is a real spitfire! She’s got a lust for violence and her biggest goal is to be a professional fighter and to someday beat every fighter who’s ever won ebotts freedom festival battle royal. Especially Helios, she’s modeled her fighting style after him after all.

While cotton is feisty, she is also a compassionate child and loves feeling helpful. Her parents found that the easiest way to keep her out of trouble is to make her feel like she’s in charge of or responsible for something lol.

Cotton is currently in school of course, but she was allowed early in the older grades physical classes because of her talent. She’s working hard hoping to graduate early by the time she’s 17

Her magical talent is also her signature move. She calls it “vessel burst”. She has the ability to concentrate a massive amount of healing magic on one small area of the body to force it to grow and burst suddenly. Yea terrifying. Her magic weapon is a large spiked hammer in the shape of a sun.

Things she loves: sparring, fighting, any form of combat, Godzilla movies, her mom’s vintage frilly dresses, stealing from her moms closet, Helios, GI Joe, lace bows.

Monsters she knows: petunia, dove, Jupiter, bruiser

She lives with her parents in an apartment in inner ebott city

Mozzy Stewart:

His name is actually short for mozzarella. But he prefers Mozzy. Mozzy is a young adult Vambao from farmswap! He’s 62 years old and has a pretty light blue magic. He stands at 5’3

Mozzy is actually a half breed monster, but not in the way you think. Both his parents are mages, his mom a mothra mage and his dad the vambao mage. He just got all the monster genes he guesses. He has three other siblings, two mages and one a normal human. He’s the middle child

Mozzy is a huge goofball, he loves to play and joke around. And of course he lives up to his monster subspecies by being a huge flirt. However he tends to get sidetracked while picking up chicks/dudes and winds up making friends instead. Oops.

Mozzy comes from a long line of butchers and follows the family business working in his parents butcher shop. He’s mostly behind the counter slicing the meat and packaging it. He takes a lot of pride in his job and hopes to inherit the shop when his parents retire as the only child who works full time there.

Mozzy’s magical talent is word search. At least that’s what he calls it. Whenever someone can’t remember a word, if he’s nearby he naturally just thinks of the exact word they’re looking for. His magic weapon is a meat cleaver the size of his arm.

Things he loves: baby back ribs, pork loin, tri tip, sloppy Joe sandwiches, barbecue sauce, hosting barbecues, gardening, hook ups, hair care, volleyball, swimming, the lake

Monsters he knows: cider, barley, rancher, peaches, rosemary, Carmen

He lives in a little cottage in Corncopia with his oldest sister (human, 78).

Things he hates: mozerella cheese.

[obsidiancreates]

A Lot To Chew

(Different Vampire AU than the last one, this one is Comedic. I just love Vampire AUs.)

Burton Guster doesn't see his best friend in the world until ten years after graduation. He gets postcards with no return address, from all over the world, but no sight nor sound otherwise.

Until he wakes up one night in 2006 to the sight of his formerly MIA best friend leaning over him with glowing red eyes, a gift-wrapped but obviously identifiable pineapple in his hand, and a wild grin with two sharp fangs visible in the moonlight from the window.

Gus's scream is so loud and shrill it actually sends Shawn to the ground, hands clamped over his ears and an equally shrill scream coming out of him.

Gus leaps out of bed and grabs his bible and a cross, backing into a corner and holding both out! Shawn gets up, rubbing his ears and sending Gus a glare.

"Not cool, dude. Is that any way to greet your best friend after a decade?"

"You better be in some crazy costume, Shawn!" Gus keeps the cross aloft in front of him.

"Well, if you'd let me explain before you stake me-"

"Oh my god."

"Listen, I know this seems bad but good news, I can totally live off stuff like rare steaks. ... Bad news, I can't shapeshift or anything like that. Medium news, I can totally help you move your couch with like, one hand if you need me to."

"Are you actually Shawn?"

"Gus. What kind of question is that? Obviously even if I wasn't I'd say yes."

"Ha! You can't be Shawn, you're too honest."

"Are you saying I'm less honest than a demon? What proof do you need from me to put down the cross, man?"

"... When'd we meet?"

"Uh, basically birth, and then when we were five we officially declared ourselves the best friends in the entire world."

"... Alright. Okay. Why'd you get kicked out of church?"

"First of all, I did not get kicked out- Father Wesley politely suggested we stop attending."

Gus lowers the cross slightly. "That's the same thing, Shawn."

"No, because I think getting kicked out of a church would mean lightning strikes me and I get blown out as a pile of ashes."

The cross goes all the way down, but he keeps a grip on it. "Oh my god. You're really you."

"Duh!"

"And you're a vampire."

"For about five years now, yes."

"What? You don't look twenty-three."

"Yeah, well, apparently an animal blood diet means I'm still aging. I mean, I'm aging well, no doubts about it- and even the supernatural had very little to improve on with my hair."

"How did this even happen?"

"Kind of a long story, buddy. And a little gruesome. Do you still throw up at stressful situations?"

"Shawn."

"That's a yes. I'll tell you another time, but, I came here for a reason."

"To drink my blood?" He raises the cross again. "Condemn me to share your eternal damnation because your love for me has been twisted by your monstrous transformation."

"Dude. That's way too dramatic and absurd, nothing like that. I'm here because we're going to become private investigators together!"

"What?!"

"Yeah! I need you to go out and do stuff during the day, obviously, but-"

"I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming."

"I know, right? Dream come true. Anyway, the thing is the cops brought me in for questioning tonight because I called in a tip and when they wouldn't stop insisting my Nighttime Lifestyle pointed to me being a criminal I ended up telling them I was psychic and the spirits demand I only work at night-"

"You lied to the cops?!"

"Gus, I'm a vampire. What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe hypnotize them to let you go?!"

"... Huh. ... That would've been a great plan, actually. Whoops."

[good-beans]

Finally putting down my Milgram fantasy au thoughts!

Haruka: Son of nobility, his parents were too busy with their own business and self-image to care for him. The family used to have hunting dogs and a beautiful decorative fish pond on the grounds, but the animals have gone missing (along with the Duchess’ prized necklace). Haruka’s little sister is the darling of the household/town, and he grows more strung tight and jealous. (I was really tempted to make him aquatic but it defeated the drowning metaphor lol). 

Yuno: So my original idea was a sorceress offering potions that help to fall in love, find wealth, make dates go perfectly, (and ones to handle some consequences of said dates.) She’s got the classic aesthetic of lives in an isolated icy tower in lavish clothing, seemingly helpful and social but it’s clear there’s far more to her than she’s letting on. However, now I'm super biased by @dearmahiru's vampire Yuno thoughts and I may be running with that in the future...

Fuuta: I mean this all started from the knight au in his mv. Specifically he joins/leads a band of knights who haven’t sworn loyalty to a single lord, believing their own sense of justice will prevail. While he can’t use magic himself, he can still wield his fire sword with ease. He catches word of a witch in a nearby village and charges in.

Muu: A princess, way higher ranked than Haruka but knows his family. She’s studying in a foreign kingdom to gain more knowledge of the world as she’s next in line for the throne, but her treatment there isn’t quite what she expected. There’s nature magic in her bloodline though she hasn’t quite mastered it. Violent and animal/insect tendencies can arise in moments of strong emotion. 

Shidou: A healer who’s known for his helpful magic and beautiful garden of medicinal plants. After the death of his family, he secretly seeks out dark tomes and spells to begin learning necromancy. The craft isn’t exact, and a few lives must be sacrificed to the cause. Only the really observant notice that his usually carefully-tended garden has started to wilt. 

Mahiru: She’s a faerie in the woods near a major city. She’s heard all about human society, and became so captivated by stories of true love and fairy tale romance that she left her forest for the first time in her long life to try and live with them. Her knack with nature allowed her to pick up a florist job easily, but there are plenty of things she still doesn’t quite understand – different human culture and boundaries she misses in her focus on love.

Kazui: Bard who travels the kingdom with his performances. He left his wife at home for extended periods of time during these trips, and accidentally falls for someone new on the road. It also allows danger to move closer to his wife while he's far and unable to protect her.

Amane: Aspiring priestess who rarely leaves the temple in her childhood. She's some kind of chosen one/holy vessel being trained to channel or communicate with her deity. She feels immense pressure from the monks and priests around her. Mirroring her t2 change, she ends up channeling a demon instead of the god she was hoping for. 

Mikoto: A witch who has a pretty normal job in the city, but he also advertises his clairvoyance and spirit medium talents. With the strange happenings in his house (things not where he left them, blacking out, concerning bloodstains), he assumes he’s just being haunted by the ghosts he reaches out to, and doesn’t know the truth about his other alter(s)

Kotoko: An ex-knight druid. She calls herself an assassin, though she’s not associated with any kind of guild or group. She's in tune with animals, speaking with wolves and other beasts to rally them to her cause. (There’s nice aesthetic contrast between her animal wildness/raw power compared to the civilized justice systems she left behind.)

[mikaharuka]

Relentless Seduction - Official Post

Heyo y'all! So... this is a bit new, if you aren't aware, I'm a major fan of Ace Attorney and love the Wrightworth (Narumitsu, Mitsunaru) ship! In fact, I had brain-rot years ago, but was only a reader at the time. One of my friends, Momo (@axolotlsupremacyowo), is a talented Ace Attorney writer (go check her out!), so when I stumbled across the Narumitsu Day exchange a couple weeks ago, I told her about it.

So... of course, she enabled me to join with her, and here I am now. And because the stars aligned, Momo was the one my fic was for. To top it off, my perpetual vampire brainrot persisted, so here I am now! That's right, I actually wrote a Narumitsu vampire AU. And not just that - I ended up creating yet another world I'll write for again in the future. Guess things go out that way sometimes, huh? No regrets XD

...oh yeah, also, this was the other fic I did the Harlequin Romance summary thing on, alongside Flora Fati. This was a wild ride!

Title: Relentless Seduction

Author: Mizuka

Rating: Teen

Category: M/M, Gen

Word Count: 4120 words

Notes: I ended up creating another world - the Summer Night Verse

Summary: (...part of this challenge was the summary - that is below)

Unrestrained. Unrelenting. And completely unreal! When prosecutor and vampire hunter Miles Edgeworth's best friend and colleague Mia Fey goes missing one day, he’s determined to find her. Only an ominous sigil marks her disappearance - the same symbol that marked his father’s death years ago, and he will not… cannot lose Mia too. With Mia's younger sister, the spirit medium Maya Fey, and his junior colleague, Klavier Gavin, working with him, they try to find Mia in time. Unfortunately, their only lead is The Borscht Bowl - a haven for the vampire-obsessed, run by a charismatic, mysterious, handsome man... Bar owner Phoenix Wright knows that there’s more to the gorgeous visitor than the formal suits and briefcases. In fact, his protégés Apollo and Trucy are sure that the newcomers are tied to Phoenix’s closest friend and longtime regular, Franziska von Karma. As the crew dives into the seedy shadows of the mystic world, unraveling the mystery around Mia’s disappearance, Miles and Phoenix turn to each other, discovering a sizzling hunger that won’t be sated… but will their connection survive the dark truth?

[Based on Relentless Seduction by Jillian Burns]

Tagging because I think you might be interested? @mrsmungus, @udaberriwrites, @magma-saarebas19, @aislinnstanaka, @writingpotato07, @lena-hills, @tsunderewatermelon, @bleepbloopbotz @axolotlsupremacyowo, @kayedium-writes, @sliebman10, @oceangirl24

[browniefox]

In the Haunted Valisthea au (working title for the FFXVI/PNAT au) the medium/eikonics spirit pairings tend to run through family lines, but that's more to do with how spectral colors run through families. Despite having been passed from medium to medium, they don't seem to have 'healed' yet and continue to draw in spectral energy from their mediums.

Joshua became Phoenix's medium when he was only a few months old. His grandfather, the previous medium, died of old age. His dad, uncle, and mom all had the right energy for Phoenix, but Phoenix chose him anyway. Phoenix has largely been dormant and speaks little.

Garuda's previous medium died trying to leave town and was unceremoniously passed on to Benedikta, at the time a rather wayward youth who needed support, structure, and purpose in her life. Seeing spirits actually doesn't help much, until Cid's able to explain to her what being a spectral means. She ends up supporting the Odin Prophecy in Valisthea.

No one really tracks family lines who have spectral energy that works with Titan, so he essentially just finds a random new medium when his old one dies. Though few know, the previous medium challenged Barnabas and payed the cost. Kupka has little interest in the prophecies that surround the Eikonic spirits, but loves the power it affords him.

Ramuh’s previous dominant left town and planned to never return. She wanted Ramuh to become as lost as Leviathan. Unfortunately, after dying in a car accident, Ramuh is passed on to Cid, who goes to Valisthea looking for answers and falls in with the Odin Faction for some time. Nowadays, he comes and goes, researching the Eikonic spirits to try and parse fact from fiction.

The Shiva Faction grew smaller over the years and only a few years ago decided to officially disband, with most joining up with the Phoenix Faction. Many believe it is because Silvermane’s daughter is the new medium of Shiva, and everyone can feel there’s something brewing in the Odin Faction as of late.

Barnabas has been Odin’s medium for decades. He claims to wish to put and end to the fighting between factions. Some mediums believe him, others think that means Barnabas wishes to kill then all. They are not far from the truth.

Comsiderng it is believed Bahamut’s medium will ascend to godhood with the spirit, its an extremely sought after position. It has fallen currently to Dion, a young boy who gained his spectral energy form his mom. Though he does not know it, his mother wanted to leave town with him. But like many who know too much and try to leave, she never got far. Dion is respected, almost as much as he is envied. He takes his medium status seriously. But of course, there also no easy way to rid oneself of a spirit, so he’d have to live with it anyway.

Clive was never in the running to be fhe medium to any Eikonic spirit. Like many in spectral households, he gained his spectral energy at a young age, a dark red like his grandmother, and was deemed a disappointment. And yet, he is a medium for a grudge. No one is quite sure where exactly he picked it up. It’s a wild and angry thing. If he could he’d be rid of it. But perhaps there’s more to it than meets the eye…

[differentwombatluminary]

Cultural Greetings in Africa

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These figures embody a classic tension in Urhobo aesthetics – they are fearsome to humans, but beautiful to the spirits. This figure, which has a hollow core, may have been used as a reliquary—a container for human remains—among the Bembe people in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The family of an important member of the Bembe elite would have commissioned and displayed it.

Africa is much more than destination to us - it is our home, our family, our passion. The most common sign of greeting in Africa is the handshake.The handshake should be firm and you should look straight into the eyes of the person greeting you. There are some cultures however where the women are not allowed to interact freely with the men, so don’t take this as a bad sign if you run into such a situation.

Sculpted out of wood, the dog has been carefully covered in animal fur, creating a graphic mimetic effect. The dog’s tail stands nearly upright, signaling a commanding and attentive posture. Most striking, however, are the antelope horns, stuffed with medicinal substances, videobotschaft aus afrika as well as the metal blades that have been affixed throughout the dog’s trunk and underbelly. This wooden figure depicts a female with a strikingly large, balloon-shaped animal skin sack tied above the crown of her head.

The royal court of Benin and other Nigerian officials have been demanding their return for decades. The act or process of restoring or returning human remains or cultural artifacts to their country of origin. The pandemic has exacerbated several ongoing global challenges. The intense wave of infections in China has impacted up to 900 million people.

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Shrine figures could be installed in pairs of male and female, which together manifested the martial power and fecundity of the spirits.

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They'll learn from it and use it to contribute their ideas. Local governments, I wish you'd pay for that free access to lead to a free flow of education and ideas. This greeting is used when a young person is greeting a significantly older person. Young people everywhere like to make language sound cool. We send each video to the client individually by email with a link to Google Drive.

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A medicine bundle carrying feathers and a horn hangs behind the figure's back. This particularkakudjiis emblematic of the northern style of Kusu woodcarving. Its large belly suggests pregnancy and therefore evokes maternity, fecundity, procreation, and the continuation of the family line. Most remarkable, however, is the massive animal skin balloon resting on top of the female’s head; this pouch, along with its embedded horn, contains ingredients specially crafted by the medium to activate and energize the spirit within. The crown of the head, and to be more precise, the fontanelle, is regarded as the site of communication with spirit entities. This power figure, orkakudji, is attributed to the Kusu from the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

My wish for 2023 is for more investments in long COVID research and provision of support to sufferers. And I wish that efforts to document experiences of long COVID should be extended to Africa. Ensure that the most rural of the rural can connect to the internet for free and in locations from schools to libraries to parks to bus stops.

Each case study is updated regularly as we find out more about the histories and potential paths forward for each of the artworks. Please check back regularly to follow our research as it develops in real time. An in-public investigation into 11 African works of art from UMMA’s collection. Perhaps more pertinently, Morocco's success should hopefully inspire other African teams and provide a blueprint for how to harness talent. At the time, we didn't know which teams would reach Qatar from the CAF qualifying program, although we tipped Algeria, Senegal and Nigeria among the hot contenders to break new ground at the global showpiece. With 2023 firmly underway, ESPN's Ed Dove looks ahead to the coming 12 months and reveals his big wishes for African football this year.

Iranian women are protesting for the right to make their own choices. Taliban leaders in Afghanistan instituted a nationwide ban on girls' education. Discouraging as these realities may be, my wish is for people to remember that courage is stronger than fear. Just One Africa’s mission is to partner with local leaders to create sustainable solutions for orphans and vulnerable children and the clean water crisis. Our vision is to inspire the individual to effect change, resulting in thriving communities with access to clean water and capable of providing for their basic needs.

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However, there's been a lack of transparency from CAF about where the financial support for the project will come from, not to mention exactly how a single league will fairly represent and remunerate a confederation with 54 member federations. There's doubtless immense potential in African club football, and there's cautious enthusiasm on the continent about the prospect of a new, lucrative, pan-continental league. The North Africans, led by FA President Fouzi Lekjaa, have invested in the Mohammed VI Academy, in footballing infrastructure, the logistics around the national team, and the competitive domestic league to help Morocco punch above their weight. Our first wish for 2023 is that the Atlas Lions can build on that remarkable performance to ensure their campaign in Qatar is not an isolated success but rather the beginning of a marvellous cycle. Celebrated across various countries in the African continent, the occasion of Africa Day is the yearly commemoration of foundation of Organization of African Unity.

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I hope people learn to forgive or go easy on themselves for what they did in their survival mode during the pandemic, then work to heal and move on. This is very essential to our holistic wellness as a society. Taking care of oneself shouldn't be seen as selfishness but as self-preservation and not necessarily "me first" but "me too." May 2023 be good to us all. Especially now, when women's rights are worsening around the world.

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Ghost (Cow)boy Danny master-post for your ghostly cowpoke needs.

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Full Cowboy au under the cut vvv (copy+pasted from my other post)

The Fentons run a classic little family farm that Jack inherited from his dad. He met Maddie at University and they decided to take over the farm’s operation when they graduated. FentonWorks is small and not heavily industrialized. They mainly harvest hay with a minor side hustle of beef & dairy. In the summer  Jack and Maddie have less time to actively go ghost hunting and work on their inventions b/c running a farm takes A LOT of work.  But hey, they've been at it for years and they're still fanatics who will stop at nothing (also they earn quite a bit of passive income from their ‘normal’ patents).

It's been a long time since they've worked on the Portal Project, which they keep out in the old barn. The kids used to be banned from the old barn (because of chemicals and big equipment of course). Now as a teen Danny A.) Doesn't care about the rule anymore, and B.) Is old enough to "not get himself killed in a dumb old barn."

TAKE A WILD GUESS WHAT HE DOES NEXT.

He's in there with Sam and Tucker trying to find some “old stuff” when he moves a pile of junk and reveals the half finished portal. It's big and hollow like a secret passageway built right into the wall. His parents never could get it to work but it still looks cool as heck. Sadly they never covered Interdimensional Portals in Farm Safety at school 😔.  So the obvious answer is to step inside and well, you know what they say about curiosity and cats....

RIP Danny’s normal human existence. 👻🤠

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Amity Park is located in Iowa or Kansas. Something with those spooky Midwest vibes idk American geography.

Team Phantom are 16-17-ish.

After Danny’s accident most of the farm animals treat him differently. The cats are having none of it, the cows don't care, the horses were skittish and skeptical at first but have since stopped caring. And for some reason the chickens like him more now?? Then again, chickens are just like that. They can sense power...

Tucker is a town kid. He and Danny spend a ton of time at Danny’s place running around outside and getting into all kinds of trouble together. Danny likes hanging out at Tucker’s house in town and enjoys the novelty of walking around town just to get snacks. Tucker loves the Fenton’s horses to death but the chickens do not respect him at all.  

Sam is still a rich kid but the thing her family is famous for inventing is more agriculturally based. She’s really into sustainability, sourcing locally, and encouraging native plant species. Big into using glass and wood over plastics. Danny and Tucker help her refurbish and sell old tools and furniture. She wants to turn it into a business one day. (This is why they were poking around in the Fenton’s barn the day of the accident.)

They may live in the “bible belt” in this au but Sam is still Jewish. I feel the need to specify b/c I’ve seen fics that give Sam “Strict Christian Parents” and Western aus often have that stereotype.

Jack and Maddie have one hard ghost hunting rule and that's they only  fuck with settler ghosts. Native ghosts and spirits are off limits.  (The canon ghost “dream catcher” can go not exist please. The Ghost Catcher in this au is based on a butterfly net or fly swatter.)

Danny’s main focus is small, local hauntings and helping people move on or find their way into the Zone, rather than big extravagant fights. Less ‘Superhero’ and more ‘Paranormal Slice-of-Life’. But when he does get into a tussle some poor farmer is going to be very confused as to how their field got ripped shreds overnight.

Danny kind of gets a reputation for being a Medium/Psychic since he helps with hauntings, missing people, cold cases and finding old graves whenever he can (<- I saw this in a fic recently and I really enjoyed the idea so I’m including it. Shout out to  Seasilver‘s A Proper Home )

Vlad?? Exists??? Yeah. He more or less follows the same path as canon but with a western twist. He’s either an oil baron or decided to branch DALVco out into agriculture and owns a few mega farms.  

Maddie and Jack wear coveralls instead of hazmats. Same colours tho.

Things that go bump in the night are not limited to just ghosts 👀  And Danny is definitely not at the top of the supernatural food chain (though he is up there).

If anyone wants to take these ideas a write something feel free to do so!

Respect nature, and if you can, source your food locally!

[karmawonders]

You got me at the whole "giant game of tag throughout the entirety of the world of teyvat"

May we please, I am begging, be blessed with a fic based on this wonderful idea because I am yearning this sounds amazing!

🌸Omfg I had the hardest time formatting this so I’m sorry for the delay anon!🌸

I did a combination of fic and headcanons for this, I hope it’s alright!

Totally sped through this, so the ending is a bit lackluster. You’ve been warned 🙃

Post contents/warnings: General Genshin “sagau” style AU. Genshin cult AU. Religious themes. Mentions of injury to reader. Being hunted. A bit of angst

Teyvat Tag

You were upset, yes. Your favorite characters, no, people, had hunted you down and tried to kill you. If it wasn’t for the spirit of Teyvat, you would be hella dead. Like you just woke up here one day, it's not like you died and got isekai’d here! At Least you're pretty sure. You might have died in your sleep, a bit unceremonious compared to the truck-kun route, but still!

When you saw all of the people begging, crawling on their knees, sobbing for some form of forgiveness, honestly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to give it to them. I mean, you were a god and you had gotten in touch with your “godly powers” aka the user interface of this world. A couple of sweet madames as offerings and flowers, all going directly to your inventory, wasn’t exactly a great medium for forgiveness of what they have done. I mean? Someone tries to kill you mercilessly and you are handed just handed a roast chicken? Accompanied with a sobbed sorry? Yeah,it didn’t quite feel adequate enough.

Sure you had a shit ton of stuff now! It didn’t really mean much though when you didn't exactly want to spend it on any of them though. I mean, what good is all these treasure hoarder insignias? You aren't going to ascend anyone with them after everyone hunted you down like a wild animal!

You were sitting atop of Venti’s giant statue in Mondstat, ignoring everyone down below. You had sat there for a while, passing time through the UI, letting time for word to get out that you were atleast showing yourself in a public area.

You had an idea, an excellent one at that. They had chased you around like a wild animal for weeks, and you figured it would be funny to return the favor. Ofcourse, in a game of tag.

The question here was did you chase them around? Or did you use your newfound powers to make it impossible for them to catch you this time around? Maybe both?

It didn't matter, the 3 archons who shamelessly tried to kill you, and the vision holders of each nation, had gathered between the statue, crying. It was kinda getting annoying.

Using your powers, you quietly floated down to the earth, just above reach from any grabby hands who wanted to use you as a snot cushion. Ahem, venti.

You ignored the callings and sobs of everyone.

“Your grace! We are so, so sorry!”

“We didn’t know it was you! Please enact revenge on us, its only fair!”

“Please forgive us, we are fools!”

Yeah, you really are idiots. CHasing down someone who didn’t even know what crime they were commiting.

Once this game of tag was over, you should probably enact some laws or something to prevent that happening again. But that didn’t matter right now.

Mustering up courage and a booming voice, you tried to act as “Godlike” as possible, explaining this proclamation.

Any vision holder and archon could hunt them down once again, this time under the guise of a game of tag. Those who tag you shall be forgiven. Archon tag you? Their respective nation and people shall be forgiven. A single holder? They and 2 other people. Non vision holders could help, however it was there job to provide any assistance they could to you, if you need it.

They were all so confused, honestly you wish you had captured their expressions with a camera or something, it was an upgrade from faces filled with hate and bloodlust.

You told them all this, made sure the three archons nodded in understanding, and pulling up your map, you smiled, telling them the game had begun.

It was a few days before anyone actually located you, and to your surprise, it was Klee! You hadn’t teleported out of Mondstat, you figured it would be best to be a bit fair to only teleport once after an escaped encounter, and only within the nations that persecuted you so.

So here you were, backed into a corner by the little arsonist, smiling happily at the game. She was young, so she didn’t quite understand the severity of everyone's actions, but she was enjoying this new game and chasing you regardless, and honestly, you were as well! It was fun, dodging her, running around, laughing all the while.

(to be clear, this time you had help of the UI telling where “attacks” were coming from, as well as a infinite stamina you could use. Hey, you weren’t going to let yourself be completely helpless this time!)

Oh, you could just imagine the look on everyone's faces when they learn that Klee was the first person who got to try and tag you.

“Your Grace!” Klee breathed, hands on her knees panting, about 20 feet away from you. “You are sooo fast!” She looked up, smiling brightly. “You really are the best!”

You thanked her, her smile fueling your ambition to make this game be infuriating for the archons and others who mercilessly tried to kill you. She continued talking.

“Me and Dodocco didn’t understand why everyone was so pent up before, but this game is super fun! I’m glad I got to play with you!” You shook your head, realizing that she thought that from the beginning this was all just a game of tag. That was probably for the best. “Although, it is getting kinda dark now, Master Jean is gonna be upset if I stay out for any longer. Thank you for playing with me Your Grace! I love you soooooo much!” She waved before starting her skip back towards Mondstadt, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Opening up your map, you decided to head over to Liyue, seleccting a waypoint close, but not too close, to Liyue Harbor. No doubt this area would be flooded with people as soon as Klee got back.

The second person you ran into was Xiao, who found you pretty quickly.

You admit, you were a bit worried about him getting you, but with a a bit of fiddling with your UI, you figured out how to make it a “quick time event” like old video games you used to play, just as a means to balance out his insane speed.

Xiao's brows were incredibly furrowed and focus during your entire encounter, only saying once how He, and the others, were incredibly sorry for the sins against your divinity. It almost made you wanna call off the game of tag, but when he lunged at you, almost tagging you, you decided against it. What cheap tactics he employed against you was almost hilarious, thanks to the UI you could tell where he was going next, etc.

It took longer then you wanted to admit, but eventually he slumped over, exhausted. “You are a formidable opponent, You Grace.” He shook his head, trying to catch his breath.

You sat down too, not to close to him, so that you could still get away if he decided to try and be sneaky again.

Opening you inventory, you saw that you, out of everything, had Almond Tofu. Had Xiao given you this as an offering before? Probably. Carefully, you scootched over to him, handing it to him before immediately regaining your space. Luckily, he didn’t try anything funny.

You didn’t expect soft tears to fall from his eyes, him hunching over crying gently. He told you how much he loved you, and how much you helped him in his time under Osials rule, and more. You honestly wanted to comfort him, despite the game of tag going on and him trying to impale you.

The whole of Teyvat, especially the nations that did not try to kill you, found the entire thing quite enjoyable. Those from the other nations couldn't help but see themselves as superior for not trying to kill you, despite the fact that they totally would have. Oftentimes you found yourself sleeping in “NPC” villagers, offering you things, their apologies, and more. You didn’t exactly care, to be fair. It was nice to meet the “NPCS” of Teyvat though, the majority of them were really good people.

Here are some crack headcanons cuz why not

You, on the edge of Starsnatch cliff, Jean and other Knights of Favonious blocking your exit. “You are trapped, Your Grace! Surrender, so that this game of cat and mouse shall finally be over!”

You, mulling your options, before having a total “Y/N” moment, falling backwards of starsnatch cliff into the waters below. (Teyvat is obviously going to make sure your fine)

Cue Jean screeching as you wave from the water below, the water carrying you off gently towards Inazuma.

Kayea walks over to Jean, smirking at our antics. “Aren’t you going to go after them? I didn't know you were such a slacker.”

Other ideas/rots

You, sprinting down the streets of Inazuma city “casually”, everyone mouth agape as you carry bottles of dango milk, the Raiden Shogun right behind you, shouting something about the Glory of Inazuma and having dango together.

Diluc absolutely refuses to participate in the game of tag. He does, however, let you use Dawn Winery as a safe haven if you need to rest/etc, and he is more then willing to spar with pesky Knights who wont let you rest. He is quite proud actually he is able to provide this for you, and anyone with half a brain cell can tell. He always was a devout worshipper of you afterall.

You and Klee enjoy running away from Jean, the two of you even teaming up occasionally, Diona offering help as well. The kiddos basically become some of your strongest allies, across all the nations. Diona would yeet waterballoons with her tail like how she uses her special, slowing them all down.

Zhongli wants to try and tag you? No can do, Qiqi is guarding you and zhongli doesn’t quite want to fight a child. Though qiqi would totally square up. Come at me grandpa!

Sayu would totally teach you her ninjitsu arts so you could both sonic the hedgehog around and away from people. Yae Miko finds it hillarious, and is almost wants to join in.

Honestly, there are a ton of different directions this could go in. I feel that just teaching Teyvat different games would be fun in general. Capture the flag, red light green light, etc.

Anyway I thought these were a couple of cute ideas! Lajshsjskwla

Remember to drink water !

[lu-twilights-pup]

So I have AU idea that I may or may not publish later down the line. It’s still a bit rough and messy and not at all finished though so bear with me. But picture this:

A take on the reader insert AUs

The chain runs into the reader for one reason or another, a Hyrule of the distance future, much past Wilds Hyrule.

During this time, Sheika science has not advance all that much, more focus was put on rebuilding Hyrule, anyway-

The reader is an adventurer with a medium gift of sorts, and can communicate and work with spirits.

They use that power to communicate with the spirits of heroes and figures long past to aide them in battle when the time calls for it.

These spirits can be pulled from the past, present and even different timelines

These spirits are contained in these like Tailsman type tokens, that the reader has to offer up to be able to call upon the spirits.

But if the spirit doesn’t want to work with you , they won’t, they cannot be forced.

When they meet the chain they know them already from their spirits having helped them.

Fi refers to them as the Hero of Souls- but they are called (Name) cause ‘Souls’ is just weird????

Thus chaos ensues

[gummygoatgalaxy]

Monster Sibs AU Redesign

I redesigned their looks a bit and i included May and June!!

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AU Info:

Huey's Magic: healing and fire (for his fiery passion and caring nature). His wing length is hovering and medium, which makes very controlled and casual flying

Dewey's Magic: explosions and lightning (for his electric personality and wild spirit). His wing length is high-speed and short for fast flying

Louie's Magic: illusions and slime (for his slippery tricks and deceiving lies). His wing length is passive soaring and long to allow easy gliding, but makes him not very fast.

Webby's Magic: light beams (for her bright heart and mind and for being the light of everyone’s day).

They all also have the common powers of telekinesis and power blasts.

Backstory: Due to dormant magic in Scrooge McDuck's bloodline, the kids of the family were born as monsters. After the hatching, and their heritage revealed, Mrs. Beakley approached Donald with her granddaughter, who was also to live in the mansion, due to her monster heritage as well, unknown to the family that it derived from Scrooge as well. She and Donald agreed to raise them all as siblings.

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Modern AU where Obi-Wan is a medium that gets sent on ghost hunts to deal with specific spirits and then his dad, long time single parent Qui-Gon, get’s married to Shmi, and Obi-Wan suddenly has a baby brother that can sense darker spirits and they eventually end up making some sort of YouTube show about actual ghost dealings (Obi-Wan has been threatened by the Catholic Church to fucking stop that of all the goddamn people which is credit enough to prove he’s legit and has any cease and desist letters framed) and eventually end up recruiting Anakin’s childhood buddy Aayla, her big bro Quinlan (who keeps trying to hit on Obi-Wan, and is a highly sensitive empath) and eventually end up with a kiddo from Qui-Gon’s old single-fathers support group, Ahsoka (who was adopted by Plo when she was 4) and they all mostly live together. Mostly cause Ahsoka is still underage and only gets to have sleepovers, and Anakin still swaps between home and their terrible little frat house.

It fits cause Obi-Wan get’s visions of the ghosts themselves as well as how they lived, Quinlan get’s visions of how they died and what type of character they were, and Anakin gets a sense of When They Need To Get The Fuck Out Now and has been responsible for finding and removing not one, but THREE witches totems over the course of about ten years. Which is fucking terrifying. Those things have to be transported very carefully and it’s always what gets the Catholic Church to back the fuck off because they just let them deal with their containment (cause Anakin ain’t got no time for that shit lmaooooo) and that calms them down. Ahsoka and Aayla are there because they have spiked baseball bats and aren’t afraid of shit. Admittedly, Anakin and Quinlan are also in that category, but Obi-Wan actually has a healthy understanding of what he can and cannot touch, especially after that one time Bail (a guy he later went on to date lmao) who had just met him, went with him on a hunt, and they both got possessed a bit and tried to kill each other. It was a wild ride. They still go on dates with Bail’s wife sometimes 😙

When Anakin actually moved in with Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan had just started posting about this stuff online (basically giving a comprehensive guide to people like him and how to safely get started, or how to ditch the life all together despite the visions) and he sorta gained a stalker, one who thought sending him MEGA cursed items was like a fucked up courting ritual (the guy didnt actually believe in them just thought Obi-Wan was pretty) and one of them almost killed Obi-Wan but Anakin was able to pick it up because his energy matched the cursed objects. It doesn’t mean he’s evil, his energy just runs on a different wavelength than Obi-Wan’s.

After that he convinced their parents to let him move in with Obi-Wan while the stalker was still around and brought a spiked bat with him. Suffice to say, he managed to drive the guy off. After that he spent years flopping between houses as he pleased like a stray cat.

So Anakin and Quinlan are impulsive and have had to have their dumb little grabby raccoon fingers smacked from reaching for things they shouldn’t, while Aayla and Ahsoka are ready to smack a guy’s face in for just about any reason.

Funny thought: the Fett family (with Jango as the head of house, and Grandpa Jaster either lives with them as a second adult to take care of kids, or he’s either living with Arla or Alpha, one of his other kids and their little broods) recently moved into a haunted house and after a week of absolute chaos with several sets of twins being horrible and Cody coming home from his last year of college to help take care of the kids during the move, the dumb little frat crew (also known as The Jedi Knights lmao) end up paying them a visit to get rid of a particularly annoying spirit of an old man that didn’t want no goddam babies in his house (poor Boba and Omega, it’s a good thing they’re too little to remember this cause that guy kept showing up over their cribs when Jango went to check on them nearly gave this man a heart attack) and after that the Fett children keep periodically showing up in the backgrounds of most of their videos. Especially Obi-Wan and Anakin’s joint tiktok account.

Ahsoka doesn’t have a tiktok cause Plo thinks she’s too young to be putting up videos, especially after Obi-Wan’s stalker got so violent like that, but he let’s her have an Instagram account. It’s set to private but when she’s legal she can post whatever she wants. she doesn’t need permission, she just needs to keep her profile private for now.

She mostly wants a tiktok cause she likes doing those dance videos with Aayla and Anakin.

[jovnie]

The king's arrogance | Namjoon

Summary

The King had knowledge on everything and one in his castle, however he knew nothing of the kingdom he ruled before him. That was till one day he left and found you a street merchant.

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Namjoon king au! Reader civilian!

Warnings: fluff, cocky joon, medium amount of smut, mentions of parent death, creampie, oral ( female ), big-dick Joon, nonconsensual touches, creampie, rough sex, lot of plot. Very quick relationship.

I beg that you listen to The mary go round from the moving castle [ slowed ] when reading. I think you'll enjoy it even more with it in the background.

Namjoon sat on the throne, laid back and legs spread apart as a servant read him his to-do list for today.

"Well sir, today starts the month planning of the ball. We have a few colors I'm sure you'll enjoy, however, I'm sorry to inform you that the family members that shouldn't be named threatened third way onto the guest list" the man spoke in fear, nodding and sighing namjoon dismissed the servant with talks of the guest later.

"Mrs. Pot is the tea almost ready?" He asked kindly as the elder Korean lady nodded with a bright smile. Smiling softly, the older lady pinched his cheeks softly.

"I still remember when you were a baby and your late parents running you from tea session to tea session. Oh, how I'm sure you miss them as much as I " her smile faded, as she poured the tea on the table in front of him.

"I do, it's been 18 years now. Since I was 10 I believe, so right 18 years. I'm sure they would've loved to taste this freshly poured tea once again" he reassured, rubbing her back and once done taking a sip with her.

"I'll make sure to clean the alter table later and pour some tea with them" she smiled delicately, as took a drink of her tea.

That was right this year would make it the 18th anniversary of his parent's passing ever since the flood. It was heartbreaking, as his eyes dimmed in sadness the older lady pinched his cheek as he smiled with a tear down his cheek.

"Now don't go soft on me Namjoon, you have to stay strong for those who can't and I know it all hurts. But they'll be watching you like garden spirits. I know your mother is very proud and your father knowing how much a man and a king you have become. Now I have to go, it's time for me to go tend the gardens. Goodbye joonie" she waved, after collecting the empty teacups snd pots. Watching her wheel everything away, namjoon felt comforted by her words and took a deep breath before getting up and moving on with his day.

He spent the day testing and looking at fabrics, color swatches, and paper samples. The ball, gala, or celebration was very important for the kingdom. They only three one when it was important and this time it was a celebration of life once lived aka his parent's death date. September 4th. This day celebrated life and death, just like fall. He loved the metaphor behind it and hated how true love ended so quickly in his eyes. However he too wishes to be able to die with the one he loved dearly by his side, he hated how romantic it sounded and how bad he wanted it. Love wasn't an easy game and not once could he find someone who commented with him in a deep, if not spiritual way.

Itching the back of his head, he walked on and into his room. He had another busy schedule ahead of him. Sometimes he just wished he could live amongst the people for a day. That's what he'll do. Looking around for his leather satchel, he put together what he called a commoners bag. A bag that contained money, an id, and a diary. Looking around for clothes that seemed passable for a commoner and changed into them. From there he grabbed his stuff and snuck his way out of the Castle through the bag. He made sure Mrs. Pot knew where he was just in case this would get him in trouble. After all, the family would show up unexpectedly most of the time and he had people watch his every move as well.

Making sure his hat covered all of his hair, he walked into the street lights and found a carriage ride who was going home or into the city. He paid the guy and let him into the buggy and the city.

Namjoon did this for a weak till he knew the ropes of running out of the kingdom St night, he tried his best to avoid getting caught with the knight guards and the pesticide workers who showed nd yelled deals in his face. He also learned patience along with that, another valuable lesson needed as a king or so he was taught.

One night he went into a low-lit bar with entertainers. Majory we're female and drove the men in the room wild. He's had his fee share of women, but not when it came to this level. He found it charming and often sent gifts to them for their hard work. From the kingdom's guards and not him personally. Still, he ordered rice wine snd some jerky, before leaving. leaving a lady much shorter than him, bumped into his shoulder.

"Guards there's the thrift!" A younger woman pointed, as the men ran after her. Wanting to know what was up, he walked up to the merchant and simply asked. You explained that the woman was a theft, they would steal all her family food at night to make their profit.

"I'm sure you can be more um what are these?" He asked, picking up the food he's never seen before.

"Fruit?" You questioned grabbing the lemon out of his hand. "Well shops closed sir, come back tomorrow and you can buy our lovely fruit," you said kindly, walking up the stairs in this wooden place. Following you, namjoon closed the door behind and also walked up. Namjoon didn't know much manners, but he had the basics for a king. However, to a common person like you, he was a pest, rude, etc.

"Um, what are you doing?" you asked folding sheets for your bed up.

"It's nighttime aren't you gonna ask me to stay and wait till morning?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I supposed. By the way, there's a futon bed over there. I'll make dinner soon then!" you welcomed, as namjoon looked ok confusion at what the blanket on the floor was trying to imitate. Taking off his shoes, he placed his bag on the 'futon' and hung his jacket and hat on the hanger by the door.

Arriving back you blushed hard, as a beautiful looking man was now clear in your view. Luckily for namjoon, you had no money to spend on papers like everyone else or let alone money to go to the balls either. Therefore you had no clue that this man was a noble, let alone the king. If you did you would've just died at how you just treated him.

"It's beef and seaweed soup, with carrots and onions" you listed off as you placed the bowl on the floor diner table. Placing a spoon and a napkin on the side, you forgot the drink. Walking away you grabbed him a cup and poured lemonade in, before walking back. On your arrival, you saw him going to town on the meal. He slurped and moaned as he complimented your cooking. Chuckling, you sat the glass of lemonade down and took the napkin to wipe his chin and cheek. Placing it down, you watched him continue and enjoy it. Although there was only enough for his, you still had something to eat. You simply had bread and butter with some lemonade as well.

It took him a bit to notice you didn't have a bowl which made him feel a bit guilty but instead handed her 30 ₩ which was a lot during that time. Not wanting to take it, he "accidentally " dropped it down your bra and smiled.

"Well it's late, we should sleep and then go out to shop for food and new clothes" the man spoke.

"I'm sorry but I don't know you, how do I not know you're not trying to kidnap me or steal or worse kill me!" You mentioned as the older man stripped off his shirt.

"You don't have to, just know ill help you and accept the gift" he spoke, pitting his clothes beside him.

"Excuse you, you don't come in someone's house and act like this. Do you even have manners?" You added in frustration.

"I paid you, it wasn't a gift. It was a payment and I can tell you've never gotten one" he snickered, laying on the futon snd taking your cover. Annoyed at the man, you crossed your arm as he mouth "you have a problem?"

"Yes, I do! What's your name to begin with?" You asked, laughing it off he closed his eyes.

"Surprised you don't know and it'll stay like that for a bit darling" he whispered, moving over he patted next to him. "Sleep with me"

"No! I don't sleep with strangers like that, unlike you I have honor " you mentioned, getting up to go change into something appropriate for bed. Once done, you came back and he was still in the same position as before.

"I think I demanded that. besides I can ruin this little shop of yours if you don't. " he threatened, looking at his nails snd then at her. Well dressed and groomed man, you could visibly see the power he likely had. This was your mother's business and you promised her you would take care of it. Saddened you laid down next to him and whispered "please don't, this is all I have left."

"So we're on the same page I believe, no?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes," he replied. She felt uncomfortable and annoyed at the fact she had to do this for a business. Let alone a man, then again the men weren't always so kind to the women here, most always. She sighed and just accepted it, as he covered the two up.

"Call me Joon, " be whispered in your ear. Nodding, his hands traveled up and down your wist. Coughing, he halted then stopped after finding a comfy place to lay his hand.

"Do you do this with every woman?" You asked, curious.

"Well the last time I had a woman in my arms, she tried to advance me in marriage" he mentioned, putting his neck in-between your shoulder and neck.

"I do however have experience If that's what your aim is?" He said softly.

"Not really, I mean if a stranger just threatened your job and made you do this. Along with inappropriate touching for people who just met, I'd believe you'd be the class below poverty. Not a king not noble" you told, unexpectedly holding his arm between your breast.

Noticing, namjoon's cheeks flushed red. Luckily the lantern. Was behind him and not in front, so she couldn't see. "Toché" he replied.

"However I can see you've had a bad experience with men hmm?" He asked, softly brushing his nose on her neck.

"So you're not around here I see, well yes every guy here is just shit. Rude snd ignorant as you" you huffed, as raised an eyebrow.

"I'll give you that, feminist huh. Cute, haven't met one till you" he smiled, intrigued. "It seems like I've violated it huh, touching you snd acting sloppy" he added, moving your hair out your face.

"Glad you noticed, now turn the candle out!" you demanded, closing your eyes. Doing just that, he then wrapped his leg around you snd kissed your cheek.

"Good night"

Morning came, as the two of you laid there comfortable in each other's embrace. With him being the first to wake up, he tapped your shoulder and you woke up soonly after him. Yawing and stretching, you made sure your hand hit him on purpose.

"Sorry," you said coy, as he rolled his eyes up and shrugged it off.

"So when's breakfast?" He asked, getting up as you realized he had just worn cotton briefs. One's that we're expensive and that added more mystery to him. Why was someone who could've been from a noble family be here and threatened for his stay? Then the thought of maybe it's all stolen.

"The time?" He asked waving his hands over your face as you realized you had zoned out.

"Sorry, we have to go get food and we can buy food at the square." You mentioned.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked, you pointed to the medium-sized room across from him. The place was small and combined, so you could see the kitchen from the bed area and a mini living room. Nodding off he grabbed his clothes snd began using the pump to pump water into the bath.

"Don't use all the water!" You yelled.

"I can and make you join me" he yelled back, smirking.

"No ill make you get more water from the lake behind here" you replied, itching your hair.

"Don't you have to get more water anyways, less work" he mentioned, leaving the door open and sitting in the tub? This man was quite weird when it came to flirting, it somewhat seemed motherly and innocent. However on the other hand, overly sexual and mysterious.

"Fine" you huffed, striping and walking towards the tub. That's when that harsh look he had softened and turned into a stare. There you were in front of him, naked snd he took every moment to vies your body. He saw how thick your hair was and how curvy your body was. He liked that, he paid attention to how big your breast was and the fact it looked like you haven't trimmed in a week. Which meant you looked old enough for him to do special things with.

"How old are you?" he questioned.

"I love how you did all of this without asking' she rolled her eyes, trying to muster a pony 0tail with the length and thickness of her hair.

"Turning 20 next month!" she replied excitedly.

"28 next month as well" he replied, breathing out the air he had subconsciously kept in. Getting in, she sat in front of him, covering her chest with her knees.

"I can still see you!" he laughed, grabbing the soap from the tray. Washing his body first, he took his hands and spread her legs open and washed below and around her arms and chest.

"Open," he said, waiting. Opening your arms you rolled your eyes and he splashed you with water. "Manners young lady " he mentioned. Knowing he's right, you sighed. Your father once told you the same when he was alive and because of that "Joon" reminded you of your father a bit. He acted mature and young simultaneously.

Washing your arms and your thighs, you washed off the soap on his neck and took the plug out to drain the dirty water. Placing the soap down, he spread his legs open and you accidentally saw something you shouldn't have. Frightened and embraced, you blushed. Taking his hand and pushing your gaze to meet his. He smiled softly.

"It's fine, just don't get too threatened by it. I'm aware of the size," he mentioned, looking you in your eyes. Nodding, you this time pumped the water until it was all out. Cleaning the both of you, you couldn't help but feel shy snd flustered. He felt the same, only he knew how to hide it. But not everything he knew or wanted to hide.

He looked in your eyes, noticing a soft dismal look on you to which he replied with "tell me are you okay?" Thankful for the concern, you told him about your parents passing and the shop's importance to you was. He understood automatically and exchanged his parent's passing in less detail. He didn't think he'd meet with someone with such a familiar background as his, even if they were below Noble.

He took her hand and placed it on her chest. "They're here, I'm sure your mother would be proud of how you came out to be. So leave it at that" he smiles wildly, with his eyes closing shut a bit as he did. You were glad to hear that and he never thought that Mrs.pot's comfort would come in handy, but he's glad to say and share a similar message.

"Speaking of do you have an altar?" He asked gently, unplugging the water and helping you stand up. Nodding you pointed out the door to a small corner. He thanked you and grabbed both of you a towel. Getting dried and dressed you did your hair as he went over to pay the slightest respects. Smiling at how kind the gesture was, you walked over to the rack and tripped over your foot trying to hand him his stuff. You saw a journal fall out and your eyes met his.

"You're a journalist?" You questioned, fixing your dress and hair before getting up and handing his stuff.

"Yeah, not from here tho," he lied, dusting dirt from your shoulder. Nodding you both made your way down the stairs, as he took your hand. Noticing it, you smiled. You wondered why he was being nice to you all of the sudden, however, that all changed when a guard walked past by and he brought you to a kiss. Confused and his eyes waiting for them to go, you kissed back hesitantly. Letting go, you looked at him worried he shrugged it off and you walked him to the square.

Hand in Hand, you brought namjoon to the bakery. Looking around, he pointed out the most expensive bread on hand and paid. Thanking him, he leads your hand to the vendors outside. Lucky for you, he knew about gardening and what was good. He helped and taught you the basics snd you learned you've been scammed for years. Thanking him, you took him to a cart of flowers and smelled the fresh roses, looking up at him. He paid for the golden yellow rose bouquet. Now it was for his favorite part of the day, clothes shopping. But beforehand, he pulled you into a cafe.

"Two bags of your finest coffee," namjoon ordered, by now you shouldn't have been shocked at how much he could spend. But seeing him use more money than you've sent your entire life was a sight to see snd each time you were thankful. You had enough food and supplies to last week if not a month. Holding you close by him, you realized you warmed up to him and small gestures like that felt comforting to you. He noticed and did it more often.

Soon it was night and there was only, one dress store open. In there was a beige dress that sparkled in the shop's lights. Running to the window to look, you smiled. Feeling a hand on your back, he took a step in and pulled your hand in with him.

"Welcome to Gezels tailor and shop" the owner greeted. He was an older man with gray hair a fragile smile.

"Well take that dress in the window snd tailor it to her size. His much is it?" Namjoon asked, pulling his wallet for the last time today.

"₩ 10,000" the man spoke, paying upfront the older man invited you to the back room and told namjoon to stay upfront. Nodding, you walked ahead and namjoon sat in the chair. He had a diary to write about today's and yesterday's adventures. He started up about the bathtub time you shared snd imagined your body once again. If only he knew his to draw, he'd paint a pretty picture in the book. Soon after finishing his entry, you walked out with a note.

Note: the dress will be ready for you miss before dusk, come back tomorrow with your lover -Gezel tailor and shop

You handed it to namjoon and he read it, as the two walked out. Suddenly loud commotions of horses snd guards ran through the city with lights.

"The king's missing!" The horseman yelled into the square. Namjoon in a panic rushed you two into the forest nearby. Confused, but following him. You wondered if he had something to do with it, besides this wasn't the first time he ran away from the guards today.

"They can't find me or ill be in trouble, act like a lover, please. I'll pay you in gold when I can" he begged on his knees with his hat on his chest.

"Don't pay me, think of it as a token of my gratitude. I'll help, but you have to explain everything when we get back," you murmured, taking his hands and helping him out the dirt. Making you drop the food and his bag.

Suddenly, he gripped your body and jumped both of you in a lake as he heard the sounds of horses clamping. A sound you didn't even hear. Holding your head under the water, he waited for the light of the torch to leave the lake area before swimming the two of you up.

Taking deep breaths of air, the two of you swam to the doc snd he helped you up first before himself. Luckily, the food wasn't damaged. Frustrated, you grabbed the food and his bag as you walked home. Walking in, you kept the lights off snd went to the second floor.

Stripping you of your clothes snd placing the bags down, you watched him do the same. Forgetting you had to pump the water, he suggested he'd go do it and you nodded giving him directions snd within 30minutes he was done. Striping once again, he hugged your body to his chest. You soon felt tears on your neck and small crys, you rubbed his back snd just stood there till he let go.

"What's wrong?'" You asked concerned.

"I could've killed you!" he cried, remembering the look his mother gave him before dying in his arm. His father did the same thing to his mother, only on a ship in the middle of the sea. Hugging him, you rubbed his back and placed a kiss on his lips. Holding you to his chest, kissed you back, and laid back so your bare body laid on his.

"Let's wait to shower" he suggested, kissing your neck. Nodding your head no, he flipped you over on your stomach softly and trapped your legs with his. "Please?' He asked, leaning down on your level on the floor snd holding your chest in his hand. Agreeing, knowing what's about to happen you loosened up snd he turned you on your back.

His hands ran around your chest and thighs, leaning down to kiss your naked body as a slight moan came out. From there, he moved his lips to your mouth and softly moved yours to his hair. Taking note, you ran his fingers through his dark brown ones as the two of you danced with each other's tongue. Namjoon removed his lips snd traveled down south, gripping his hair in pleasure you moaned grinding your hips. Meanwhile, he took in a natural aroma, one he found arousing. Moving his tongue around the bud, he softly kissed your thighs leaving bruises.

Looking at your head tilting back snd eyes closed with heavy to light breathing. He took his pointer finger snd rubed softly in circles, moving his body to tower you with one arm. Noticing the shift of best around your neck, you felt his warm breath move down your neck and by your ear.

"Let me tell you something darling, I'm not who I say I am" he kissed around your neck, papering it in kisses. Hearing you moan, made him aroused by the minute. However he knew it was time to go back to the castle, only he wasn't going empty-handed. As your hands rubbed his back, he whispered "I'm Namjoon, they're looking for me, darling. Tonight the last night I can spend here so let's make it count" in a raspy tone.

In shock, he gave you a minute to calm down as he could hear your heart. "I'm sorry" he apologized.

"No need, but for whatever this may be for you. Just know I haven't done anything like this with anyone," you admitted. Humming he moved to the other ear and whispered "I like that, just know it will hurt after a few minutes snd then feel better or the pain could feel good!" he warned. Taking his warning, he gently rubed you as got on his knees and opened your legs wide. Watching as he did, you noticed he was fully erected at this point and ready. You closed your eyes snd tensed your muscles as he began to simply grind his tip into you.

He was right there was pain, which caused you to bleed a bit. However, it was enjoyable without a doubt. Soon he was able to put 6/9 inches in as he trusted slowly. Moaning under him, he moved his in circles biting his lower lip as looked at your fuller lips and leaned over and wrapped your legs around his waist. After a few moments of waiting for you to adjust, you thought about today snd how it was so obvious he was the king snd yet it flee by.

As you moaned loud, his thrusts began to speed up snd the two of you could hear the sounds of his hips banging into yours snd your ass as he went faster.

"Ah, baby!" He grunted, grinding into you deeply as your hands rubed into his hair. Morning louder, his lips conceded back to yours as you held on snd then to your neck where you heard his heavy breathing. Your body was tightening around him, as he went in deeper now putting himself in. Not to mention you began to pool around him which gave him more speed in the end.

"Namjoon!" You moaned in his ear, holding his back tightly as your legs unwrapped snd opened wider for him. Cursing under his breath, he went harder as you began to arch your bag in pleasure. He held onto your back as your head went backs and the build of pleasure built up quickly.

you held onto his muscular shoulders while he moved you closer to him to go deeper. With that sending you over the edge, you screamed his name in pleasure as yours and his breathing began to match in heaviness. Shopping for a second, namjoon looked you in your eyes and thrust slowly as he was too close and it felt too good.

"In close, but I don't wanna cum yet" he grunted, thrusting deeply in and out.

"Then cum when you can't hold it!" You urged, outta breathe enjoying the depends. "I'm fine with children" you explained. Nodding, he continued and went harder this time.

His mouth roamed your chest, sucking and pulling on the bud as your back arched and mouth open in response. You this time, grinded back cgroundhim to jolt forward and start panting.

"Fuck don't do that unless you-" you interrupted doing it again. Pushing your legs back and open wide he started hammering into you as you began screaming in both pleasure and slight pain. You scratched his back and he immediately let go of your thighs snd pushed your hands back. As your body began to shake under him, he went faster as his chest heaved in breathing and yours became flushed with red. He started to let his enjoyment show more and tilted his head back with his eyes close as he went faster. He allowed the sounds of your whimpering snd moans to fulfill his urge as his balls smack your body hard causing a loud moan to come out from him.

Moving his hips to go at a slightly different angle than before, he noticed you started dripping more and more causing your heat to became more and more pleasurable on his end. He leaned down to your chest and held you as he began moaning in ecstasy as a thick load covered your walls in white.

Stoping and catching his breath, he mouthed something so simple but daring and that was simple.

"Don't leave me"

To which you replied softly. "I won't"

Soon the both of you gained the energy to get in the tub. There you two conversate on what it was like for him to be the king and all, what he planned on doing, and where he wanted to do next.

"Please come back to the castle with me tonight?" He begged, holding his hands with yours.

" I don't wanna be a drag" you looked down.

"You won't, I promise you'll enjoy your new life" he stated happily as ever.

"Namjoon don't you think it's too fast, we just met and all." You mentioned.

"Right, that is an undeniable truth. However, I know you felt the same way I did snd I know this isn't a fairy tale. But I truly feel like we could have a life" he spoke, holding your hands to his chest. Yes, that was true, you did believe in fate snd everything. But this was soon and so much.

"I'll go, but you have to let me have the ability to leave, " you said sadly, bring you to his chest he nodded and turned your body around in the tub.

From there you two did what was needed and packed a small bag of hygiene snd the coffee from earlier to go. You two had to walk back to the castle without being seen or heard at all. Which called for a few close times of being caught, from there he showed you a secrete gate entrance that led straight towards his room. From there, he tried his best to pick you up and take you to his room. there which Mrs. Pot sat praying

"I'm home and I brought a guest" he mentioned putting you down. As she recognized Mrs. Pot, she immediately went to hug her.

"It's been a while, my dear, I remember when you were both sized. I see you ran into the king, ah I knew he would've found you. I mean he's always had an eye on elegance and beauty" she mentioned embracing you tightly and pinching her cheek the same way she did with namjoon.

"I'll tell the guards your home" she looked at namjoon winking. Itching his head as he smiled, he turned to you and stripped naked again.

This time he leaned on the top of you again and you immediately kissed back. "It's a yes" you knew immediately as he took off your clothes once again that same night. Only this time, he focused on filling you up till he couldn't anymore.

"Fuck, this is amazing" he cursed, moving his hips harder as you who was behind sensitive began moaning his name louder and louder. Your legs opened wider and pools of arousal soaked the bed, making him lose control once more in you before pulling you close and moaning in your neck. Spilling once more, he simply uttered

"I love you"

"I love you too"

[artinandwritin]

alright I wanna hear all about this ghost hunting au please please please

OH YEAH OFC!! Id love to infodump hehe

As for the "basic knowledge " for this au, cuz ofc I can't do an au without vicariously planning every single detail, we're talking about a modern au type of au here, set between 2015-2021 in the small - kinda haunted - town of Berk. Ghostly appearances and voices that don't belong are a regular for some inhabitants.

Luckily, we got some Ghost Hunters to take care of things, and not just any Ghost Hunters, no, these are famous, inspiring ones. Everyone wants them, everyone wants to be them, cuz they've got money from living off of YouTube. Great.

Spoiler, these Ghost Hunters are the Gang cuz ofc they are. Hiccup's a successful capturer of supernatural evidence and a great exorcist and operates the most dangerous houses with his trusted crew, existing of his wife Astrid, his cousin Snotlout, and friends Fishlegs, Ruff and Tuff. They're having fun and I love them in this au <3

Zooming in a little bit, we're turning our cameras to the biggest fanboy of Ghosts, first year college student Gustav, and his new bestie, Liam Arnesen (my friend's Sol's oc!). Well, Gustav has big hopes and dreams for the future; one, getting rich af, two, get a pretty person to be the love of his life, and three, to start a successful Ghost Hunting company like his big half-brother Snotlout and cousin Hiccup. Sure, he's got no money cuz daddy Spitelout stopped paying child support to his mom, but he's got the spirit and the diplomas from online courses about Ghosts to make up for it.

Luckily, fate decides to be nice to him and brings him a medium, in the form of Solveig Onfroy (another one of Sol's ocs!), Liam's fierce girlfriend. She's an absolute queen who is able to sense Ghosts around her, like a badass, and Gustav's like, "you. I want you. In the company". And Solveig says, "um. Well okay I guess?".

So Solveig, Liam and Gustav schedule a time and date to go visit an abandoned, allegedly haunted house - Gustav takes his childhood friend, high school senior Siri Vínteri, with him as well, just cuz he likes her face and gets all butterflies when he's around her. Totally platonic. Siri is a hashtag rich kid, a cousin to Ghost Hunter Astrid, very sweet, a bit naive, that whole shabang. She's also a horse girl and thinks a 100 bucks is the same as 10 bucks. Yeah, that's what generational wealth does to a person. It's a problem.

The four go on an adventure in the haunted house and after some wacky shenanigans, they decide to finally start Gustav's company and air their show online! The Ghost Hunter. Inc is a fact. This all happens in autumn to winter of 2015, its a wild ride. Soon after this, Gustav and Siri start dating - Siri treats her broke boyfriend to a lot of little presents cuz she doesn't know how to handle money - and life goes on.

Skip to a few years later, to december of 2020, Solveig and Liam have gotten married, the company has gained two more employees, Luka Grimborn and his girl Kristen Everson (two ocs of my friend Chloe, Kris' name might get a change! Idk yet, she's been talking about it), and they've settled into an easy life style. Most of them have part time jobs outside of their Ghost Hunting business, but it's a sincere passion project for all of them - even if Hiccup's company still has more subscribers, lmao.

One night, Gus and Siri do a little haunted house exploration of their own. They had gotten engaged a few months prior and were currently getting ready for their wedding, fun times. However, shit sure does happen in that haunted house, called Edgewater Mental Asylum. Siri gets attacked by the Ghost of an angry mother who had lost her baby in childbirth, called Isabella, now searching for a new baby to raise. Welp, Seer finds out she's pregnant. Fun times for her for sure. After a long struggle and some injuries, the Ghost disappears. GusSiri goes to Solveig and Liam in a panic, not sure how to handle with what had happened.

While Solveig doesn't notice anything weird, her adoptive daughter, five year old Elanor, does notice. A medium as well, she senses Siri's pregnancy and how the baby is a little boy. However, she senses something else as well. Something... Dark, inside of Siri.

Ding ding, our girl's possessed!

No-one believes little Elanor, though. Sadness. However, she seems to have been right as time passes and the signs get more and more noticable, until Isabella fully takes over and attacks the little girl, with Zephyr Haddock, Hiccup's daughter, in the room.

Time for an exorcism! While, after much struggle, Isabella leaves Siri's body, her influence hangs around, causing Seer's son to be born prematurely. After this, Siri temporarily leaves the company, but returns after working things over with Gustav and Solveig about her role in the workplace. She wouldn't go on trips anymore, just stay home with her son and do the work behind the scenes. I have the feeling she would start a podcast and invite other ghost hunters for the hot tea. Astrid would probably be a regular.

So yeah, that's kind of the basics! Since it's a pretty old au, some parts are under construction and backstories are being rewritten, which has forced me to leave a lot of shit out which i think is sad.

Anyways, its more brutal than i show here. It's so, so much more brutal. Isabella nearly murders Seer in the first chapters and Solveig is forced to use violence on her highly pregnant friend. Also, child abuse by cranky ghost. It's fun >:)

Thank you sm for the ask!! I loved answering this sm you have no idea. This au is so dear to my heart - cuz it's my oldest - and i love it sm. All the hugs to you <333

[ladyramora]

Bulqadar Himaa (Male, Xaela Au Ra) x Ser Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt Romance, Fluff Commission 💕🌼

Relationships:

Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt/Bulqadar Himaa

Characters:

Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt, Bulqadar Himaa

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing, Dating, Romantic Gestures, Au Ra Xaela (Final Fantasy XIV)

A Dip at Dragonspit

Summary:

Ser Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt and his sweetheart Bulqadar Himaa go on a date, a dip in the hot springs of Dragonspit. [Alaimbert x Bulqadar. Established Relationship]

Written for @nijohirjesyho

Bulqadar belongs to @amasarbulqasar

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"My heart," Bulqadar laughingly calls to his beloved in the language of the Steppe, "Where are you taking us?"

It was a reasonable enough question as his elezen dragoon kept a firm hold of his hand and led him forward through the chilly snow and slush of Coerthas. They had been walking for some time now, but Alaimbert had yet to let go of his hand as he strode forward with purpose.

"You shall soon see, my dear!" Alaimbert replies with his usual level of vim and vigor.

Well, if he wanted it to be a surprise, Bulqadar saw no reason to deny him. He keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings even as they make a path through the snow. They had traveled a fair distance on chocobo, and now made their way on foot with Alaimbert's faithful horsebird trailing along beside them.

As they drew nearer to the Dravanian Forelands but did not follow the road there, Bulqadar had something of an inkling of where they might be heading.

"Dragonspit?" The Xaela asks, head tilting.

"Aye, dreadful name," Alaimbert replies, indeed leading him in the direction of the heated springs, the two of them making short work of any of the local fauna that get aggressive. Besotted sweethearts they may be, but they were not fool enough to traverse the wilds of Coerthas without arming themselves.

"At last!" Alaimbert says with excessive zest. A hand hovering at the visor of his dragoon helmet as he presumably cast his gaze about for any other lurking beasties. "We have arrived! Come, come my dearest!" The dragoon crows, gesturing to where the spring bubbled and steamed as he grabbed the reins of his trusty chocobo and began pulling an assortment of items out of the horsebird's saddlebags.

A stack of thick, heavy fur blankets, a medium sized, wrapped basket to protect it from the fierce coerthan chill, a bottle of Ishgardian spirits that was popular for its warming properties and pleasing taste.

Bulqadar tilts his head, watching the man unload it all so quickly and efficiently that he need not lift a finger to assist him. Undoubtedly as Alaimbert wished it. The man was so endearingly enthusiastic, and seemed to thrive on showing Bulqadar what a compatible partner he could be to the xaela after they had talked of the differences between Ishgardian courtship and that of the Steppe. Of course, every tribe of the Steppe was different, with varied courtship rituals.

When it was all set up does Alaimbert stand proud with hands on his armored hips, his grin stretching wide under his visor. "Shall we, my dearest?" He gestures to the xaela and the steaming spring just behind him.

"Just one moment, Ser Dragoon," Bulqadar says, closing the distance between them and reaching a hand out to flip up the elezen's visor. All the better to see his handsome face, and far easier for a smitten au ra to kiss him.

"Oh?" Alaimbert utters with plain, breathy delight. The dragoon squeezing with both armored hands at Bulqadar's waist, smiling as the xaela presses close to kiss him.

"You are pleased, my dearest?" He asks without waiting for their lips to separate.

Bulqadar chuckles, pecking at his lips a few times more, soft and sweet. "Yes, my beloved," the au ra replies.

"Good, good!" The elezen cheers, taking hold of Bulqadar's hand and darting forward for another kiss. "My trusty steed and I shall stand guard as you disrobe! Pray, take your ease, my dearest."

Bulqadar chuckles and nods his head. "My, how chivalrous, good ser. You have my gratitude."

The xaela smiles in good humor as his elezen plucked up a blanket and held it high as if to preserve his modesty from any onlookers as he began the task of disrobing.

The chill of the air has him quick about it, stepping lightly over the snow caked earth to the edge of the spring where the heat had melted it all away. He tests the heat of it by sloshing the water with his foot. Finding it more than acceptable, he wades his way in. Delightfully surprised to find that the rock face made a perfect bench for him to sit at, the water up to his shoulders as he leaned back and let the bubbling spring warm him up.

"Coming, my dear?" Bulqadar calls to his elezen beloved, turning his head with a smile to find Alaimbert already similarly stripped down and bundling their attire together neatly to wrap in one of the furred blankets to protect them from the snow.

"Yes, dearest!" Alaimbert replies. The elezen hurrying over across the snowy ground in something of a bouncy dragoon hop. His hair somehow immaculate despite wearing that helm of his ninety percent of the time. He steps gingerly into the spring, shuffling close to Bulqadar before settling down beside him shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip.

His fingers reach out to smooth over the ornate braid that trailed down the xaela's back, the work of Bulqadar's brother, Amasar. It was not necessary to unravel it, as this was more a soak meant for relaxing than for bathing. Besides, the blue of his hair was as perfect as when his twin had first gathered up the long, thick mass of it and woven it into an elaborate braid. Alaimbert had before admitted a feeling of envy for that brotherly affection, wishing he were not an only child, or that he could attain a similar sense of closeness to his fellow dragoon that seemed forever elusive.

The elezen leaned into the man and brushed a kiss to the blue skin of the xaela's steam warmed cheek.

His arm comes to rest at the au ra's back, gently curling around him. The cold climes would not bother them so long as the weather remained mild and they huddled close to maintain their body heat. Here in the heated spring it did not matter, but Alaimbert enjoyed this closeness with his lover all the same.

"Warm enough, dear heart?" Alaimbert murmurs.

Bulqadar hums. "Not as yet," the au ra says playfully. "You should come closer," he adds, tugging the elezen nearly into his lap.

That ishgardian sense of propriety comes into play as Alaimbert's peachy skin blushes, pinkened from the heat of the spring and redder still from proximity to his sweetheart. His eyes, that gorgeous amber brown, go wide as he blinks in surprise.

Then he smiles and relaxes, resting his hand on Bulqadar's chest to feel the beat of his heart under his hand as he rests more of his weight against his beloved.

"I must admit, this was a lovely surprise," Bulqadar says, quick to offer the dragoon praise. Alaimbert was terribly earnest and ever so thoughtful. A shame that his fellow dragoon were too busy poking fun at his quirks and making a joke of the man to see how sincere he was.

Alaimbert gives a beaming smile at that, puffing up with pride at pleasing his lover. Then blushing to the tips of his pointed ears as Bulqadar smiles with plain adoration and kisses his cheek.

"Yes, well," Alaimbert clears his throat, touching his rosy cheek with a bashful little grin, "Full glad am I to have pleased you so. I had only hoped this might lift your spirits after hearing you speak of all that you missed from your home in the Steppe."

"You have certainly done so, my heart," Bulqadar tells him sincerely, squeezing him close. "You have troubled yourself much today, with that special luncheon but a bell ago, and now this visit to a hot spring. What other surprises might you have in store for me? Something in that basket, mayhaps?" The xaela bumps their foreheads together in gentle affection, batting his eyelashes in a bit of coquettish display to convince his lover. Teasing.

Alaimbert's amber-brown eyes squint with the force of his grin. "Twould spoil the surprise if I tell you now, my dearest! Best you wait and see what I have in store for you!"

Bulqadar gives something of a playful, put upon huff. "Oh, very well, then. I suppose I will simply enjoy it as it comes. Though I hope you have not troubled yourself unduly."

Alaimbert rises abruptly from the waters, his naked backside on full display and decidedly not spiked at all. It was quite shapely and smooth, in fact. Dragoon training had been kind to the man. "Troubled? Never!" The elezen exclaims, and points to the mostly clear sky, "Should my love so desire it, I would fetch the very stars from the heavens! I would gift you the moon!"

Bulqadar bites at his lips, snorting softly in his fondness. "Get down here, you ridiculous man, before you slip and bruise your butt."

Alaimbert accepts the hand that Bulqadar lends him, easing back down into the water as he says with a twinkle in his eye, "You make jokes, my dearest. The tongue of a bard makes a play of the spoken word."

Bulqadar grins, guiding the elezen's hand forward to kiss at his knuckles. "Only with affection, my heart," he says, his fondness plain with his endearment for the dragoon spoken in the language of the Steppe.

Alaimbert smiles, reaching to cradle Bulqadar's cheek. To lean forward and press the barest of a soft, sweet kiss to the xaela's lips. "From you, I do not mind such teasing."

Bulqadar exhales through his nose, brushing a hand over the fluffy softness of his love's hair. "They are fools to make a mockery of you. Twould not be so in the Steppe. You are a warrior deserving of respect."

Alaimbert ever seems bashful, but pleased when Bulqadar showed such outrage on his behalf. "I appreciate your suggestions on how to earn respect in the ways of the Steppe, but I cannot challenge every one of my brother and sister dragoons to a duel."

Bulqadar tilts his head. "Then show them on the battlefield." Simple enough, was it not?

Alaimbert laughs. "The thousand year war between dragon and man has come to an end. Aught we may largely thank to the heroic deeds of your twin brother, Amasar."

Bulqadar cracks a grin, head shaking. "Yes, yes, I know. You think Amasar is amazing. Simply put, if the battle will not come to you, then you must go find it."

Alaimbert shakes his head. "I will keep that in mind, dearest. But let us put aside such talk for now. I can think of much better ways to spend our time."

Bulqadar smiles. "Oh? What sorts of ways?"

Alaimbert hums, resting his cheek against the xaela's shoulder and smiling in a cheeky manner. "Perhaps my love might wish to guess what I have prepared in the basket?"

Bulqadar reaches out to rub along the lobe of one of Alaimbert's pointed ears, smiling indulgently for the way his dragoon leaned into his hand and sighed. "A guessing game, hmm. I shall play along, if it so amuses you. Is it… something delicate?"

Alaimbert turned his cheek to kiss Bulqadar's palm. "Hmm. Keep guessing," the elezen says playfully.

Bulqadar chuckles. "You will give me no hints?"

The elezen gives a considering hum, the pads of his fingers tracing along the inside of the xaela's wrist. His eyelashes fluttering with pleasant tingly feelings as the au ra slipped his fingers into the dragoon's hair and ran his nails over his scalp. "It is a present," Alaimbert concedes, never one to deny his sweetheart for very long. "For you."

Bulqadar cradles the man's face in his hands, caressing his cheeks with stroking thumbs. Smiling as the dragoon lifted his eyelids to gaze back at him, his expression so soft and plainly happy.

"Is it your intention to spoil me, my heart?" Bulqadar murmurs in question, dipping his head to brush featherlight kisses along the dragoon's face and lips.

Alaimbert makes a content sound in his throat, speaking softly into the gentleness of Bulqadar's kisses, "If I am, would you deny me?"

Bulqadar cradles the man close, resting his chin over Alaimbert's shoulder as he sighed. Here, with his love in his arms, he felt at ease. "Why would I? You may do as you wish. It is for my benefit, is it not?"

Alaimbert tucks his face in the xaela's neck, all the tension he was holding loosened with his sigh as he melted into Bulqadar's embrace. "As it ever is and shall be, my dearest."

Bulqadar smiles. The bright, icy blue of his eyes mere slits under his eyelashes by the almost drowsy weight of his eyelids. So relaxed and content that he could almost take a nap right here.

"Are you tired, my love?" Alaimbert asks him, his hand a warm weight on the xaela's back.

Bulqadar hums. "A little. More is it that I feel so relaxed, I could nap right here in the warmth of these with you."

Alaimbert chuckles gently. "How fortuitous then that I have booked us a room at the nearest inn. A place we might warm up and rest. Perhaps open your present?"

Bulqadar grins, leaning back and stroking his hand over the elezen's hair, tugging gently at one pointed ear. "You still will give no hints?"

Alaimbert kisses his chin, smiling with eyes that twinkled with mischief. That was a no, then.

Bulqadar huffs, but cannot find it in himself to be grumpy at his lover's teasing. He does, however, find his love's ears to be quite cold. So the au ra cups his hands around them, his thumbs rubbing some warmth back into them.

Alaimbert shivers.

"Still nothing?" Bulqadar teases.

"I will not say," Alaimbert sighs out, eyelashes fluttering over that pretty shade of amber-brown.

Bulqadar laughs in his throat and tugs at the elezen's ears, eliciting a groan out of the dragoon. A gentle tug on his ears ever seemed to feel quite nice for the man.

"I can be patient," the xaela decides, simply wanting to enjoy this moment that his sweetheart had prepared for them. "Let us relax for now, in this moment. Though I await your gift to me with much anticipation, I am more glad to be in your company like this, just us two."

Alaimbert smiles at him, so plainly adoring that it almost makes Bulqadar blush. "As am I, my love."

The both of them curl closer in perfect unison, settling comfortably together as they basked in the heat of the spring and the company they kept. Alaimbert's faithful steed kept a watchful eye for them as they closed their eyes and relaxed for a while longer.

A light snow dusting them that swiftly becomes a moderate fall is what pulls them from the spring some time later. They towel off with linen imbued with heat tech and dress again in their armor, kept warm by the heated blankets Alaimbert had brought.

Alaimbert's steed gave a chirping, happy whistle as it hurried over to them to carry them to the inn that awaited them.

"Thank you, my dear," Bulqadar says as they walk hand in hand towards the warmth of the inn, the smell of something savory tickling their noses. "This was just what I needed."

Alaimbert tugs him close as they reach the door, stalling in entering to bow over the xaela's hand and kiss the back of it.

"Our evening has only just begun, my dearest. 'Tis my hope that you enjoy yourself for a while more."

They enter the inn to glad greetings and an offer of a warm, hearty bowl of stew to fight off the coerthan chill.

Alaimbert was ever true to his word. Bulqadar did not doubt for a moment that he would enjoy every second spent at his beloved's side.