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shelbgrey · 7 months ago

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Gabriel Being your guardian angel and falling in love with you

Paring: Gabriel x Singer!Reader

Summary: the only thing gabe has ever tooken seriously is keeping you safe, but what he didn't expect is falling in love with you. -SMUT warning

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When he found out he didn't really care. Michael and Lucifer were desened to inhabit the Winchesters bodies and he got the boring job of being Bobby Singer's Nieces.

But it's the first and almost only thing he has ever taken seriously. He was the trickster after all and it was mostly deadly jokes to him, but when he saw you he immediately took the role of guardian angel seriously.

You didn't have an encounter intill years. You were an adult and a hunter. Your first case involving him, he was just known as the trickster. He left you untouched but screwed with Sam and Dean.

That pattern continued when with the mystery spot Fiasco. Gabe knew how much you cared for Dean so he didn't put you in the time loop with Sam.

He didn't bring Dean back till you asked.

During his TV land joke he purposely put you and the boys in shows you liked. Like Dr. Sex MD was based off Greys anatomy(a show you liked).

“it's him! It's Dr. Sexy” Dean said excided.

“McDreamy trumps Dr. Sexy” you said, rolling your eyes.

After you got out of TV land, you confronted him while he was in the holy fire.

“I'm always left untoched during your practical jokes, why is that?”

he just chuckled, crossing his arms. 'Dammit.' He thought, he couldnt get a rise out of you. It was time to see his more sincere side. “What? You dont think the big bad "Trickster" has a soft spot?”

His sarcasm to drop. He wanted you to know the real reason but was he supposed to be like "oh. I'm your angel. I dont like putting you in harms way when I can control it?"

“I don't know... Do you have a soft spot?”

For some reason you felt some kinda connection. You never looked into his eyes until this point, there was this feeling of safety you felt. Heck, looking back you never felt threatened by him. He was good at being your guardian angel.

“Not usually. But for you? Maybe a little” He just grinned and winked. He did have a soft spot for you and he felt a sense of overprotectiveness over you. he has to deal with you being in constant danger and being a hunter doesnt help.

“Why?” you looked down at the holy fire he was trapped on. “you ain't going anywhere any time soon... Might as well awnser”

“I'm your guardian angel, baby” he smirked, his his eye brows bouncing up and down like it was some big spectacle he just revealed.

“wow... I thought guardian angels was just bullshit”

He nodded, his normal goofy and sarcastic tone dropping to more sincere and gentle. He also hated that you picked up on the sarcasm quickly. “Yep. Most are. They are assigned randomly. But well, I was your guardian the second you were born... Now let me out- I dont like being in a holy fire” He teased, a smile creeping back on his face.

You chuckled sarcastically. “you think I'm just gonna let you out just like that? You're still the trickster”

“Pretty please?” He smirked and gave you an innocent look with wide puppy dog eyes. He knew he was playing dirty but hey, it's the only way he was getting out.

“Pretty please? Seriously?”

“Pretty. Please” He said the words slow and with exaggerated hand motions. He was pushing his luck now.

“If I do, you have to lay low for a while... No more tricks”

“For how long?” He groaned at the idea. He has been playing tricks on people for centuries. So he wasnt very keen to stop. But it was you. That's the only reason he would do it. Not that hes even admitted that to himself yet.

“Until I say so”

He groaned. “Fine. Fine”

You paid mercy on him and convinced the brothers to let him go. You also didn't speak to sam or Dean about him being your guardian angel.

After that he wouldn't leave you alone. It annoyed the hell out of the boys but you brushed it off.

“Gooooodd Morning miss. Y/n Singer. It's a beautiful day in Lawrence Kansas. The weather is gonna be sunny and dry. But better get ready because the forecast predicts a pesky Windego on the loose. I'm your host Gabriel the Trickster”

You groaned, rolling over on your stomach and hiding your head under your pillow to drown out the noises. This happened for weeks, he'd use his tricks to tap into your alarm and annoy you. Every morning.

“And now for music time! Because everyone loves moooousic!!” He spoke the last word, the music switched to Rick Astleys 'never gonna give you up'. Just another stupid prank to piss you off, because he was in denial about his growing feelings.

Guardian angels aren't supposed to fall in love with their person. It was just the rules.

Then again when did gabe ever follow the rules.

After yours and Dean's failed atempt at a relationship gabe flew in. It started off casual. You slept together once or twice but Never confermed anything.

Not wanting that in a relationship you told him how you felt. “everyday I'd wake up to your stupid music and your stupid voice. I feel in love deeper and deeper with you”

You kept it on the down low afraid of how the boys would react.

The boys didn't find out about you guys dating or the fact he was still alive until the boys walked in you guys fucking in the library in the bunker. They had gone on a hunt and you thought it was gonna be days before they came back, oh boy were you wrong. Gabe has no shame, he was balls deep inside you and had you seeing stars when the brothers walked back into the bunker because they forgot something.

“How long have you been alive!?” Sam asks, exasperated.

“How long have you been banging y/n?” Dean grumbles, with jealousy in his eyes.

The first time you watched him died hurt worse than any wound you got on the job. He lied there lifeless after saving you from Lucifer. The boys didn't know how to comfort you. It felt like part of you was missing.

He stayed 'dead' to keep you safe.

Then you found out Asmodeus had captured and torchored him, you were beyond furious. Gabe was beyond scared when he was in the bunker but he trusted you. It was your turn to protect him.

You were the one to convince him to take his grace and heal himself. “I need you gabe, I can't lose you again”

He took his grace then looked at you. “I love you...” that was the first time he ever said that.

He didn't leave your side after that and even helped you look after Jack who you took under your wing. He took the role of an uncle oddly seriously.

Then came your time in purgatory. You were determined to get jack back and Gabe wasn't gonna let you go alone. He loved you and by the laws of heaven he had no choice.

He never left your side during your time in purgatory. It angered Dean and Sam but Gabe could care less, you were his girl.

During that time Lucifer teased the both of you. It infuriated Gabe and he did his best to keep distance between the both of you. “lay one hand on her it'll be the last thing you ever do”

During the cold nights you lied awake next to gabe wrapped in his leather jacket.

When it was time for you to leave gabe didn't make it back. And he was gone for real this time. It took all Sam's power to pull you back as you screamed and cried his name. “Gabriel!”

While everyone celebrated their return home you stayed in your room in the bunker crying in his leather jacket he left with you.

The pockets of the jacket were filled with candy wrappers. you never took them out.

After he died your post hunt injuries hurt worse and they were more often. That proved gabe did his job well.

Dean nor Sam didn't know how to help you. He comforted you when you cried but Castile was the only one that willingly talked to you about it.

“he really did love you... In fact him being your guardian angel was the only thing he ever took seriously.”

NSFW headcanons:

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

He's not very vocal during sex. He mostly moan or grunt, but he's never not praising you. If your giving him head or ridding him he's a complete moaning mess though.

He's a boob guy. He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

Cock warming and usually he's a little shit about, conveniently gets in the mood for it during move night with the Winchesters and Cas. Usually it's dark and you're both under a blanket together in the back in the Dean cave. “Gotta be still for me. Can you do that?” He murmured, making your pajama bottoms disappear with a quiet snap of his fingers. You'll have to bite your lip to keep quiet as he helps you sink down on his cock while he litters your neck with kisses.

It'll be hard to keep your mind off the feeling of his hard cock inside you and not the movie you were supposed to be watching. Don't even try to roll your hips, Gabriel will stop it immediately by giving your hips a warning squeeze. “the movie is almost over, just a little longer Sugar”

He always wraps your legs around his waist so he can go faster and harder,hitting your g-spot every thrust, keeping control of every movement.

He loves the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. It's like a vice, and loud moans escaping your lips is just icying on the cake.

He has a huge wing kink, the feeling of your fingers running through his feather or gripping them is a feeling he'll never get tired of. Sometimes he'll thrust into harder because he knows you first thing you'll grab to ground yourself is his wings.

The way your small hands grip his feathers hard, especially at the base of his back will have him losimg all common sense.

He'll lift himself up on his knees with you still wrapped around him and pound into you. This new position helps him sink deeper as he jerks your hips down as his spring forward.

When his tongue enters your mouth, you didn’t even try to fight for dominance, you never have a problem with him taking the lead.

He'll lap at your clit with so much hunger, circling his tounge over your swollen bud until you're a moaning mess. When he thinks he's teased you enough he'll take it into his mouth, eating you out like a starving man until you're cumming hard on his tongue.

Gabe doesn't let you off easily either, He'll have his arm over your pelvic bone keeping you on the bed bed and overstimulating with his tongue till you're begging. “G-gabe...t-too much, P-please”

“I’m sorry, sugar. You’re too damn sweet” he sat up, his face slick from your release.

#spn gabriel #Gabriel x reader #Supernatural #richard speight jr #Gabriel smut #Spn Gabriel imagines #The trickster #supernatural headcanons #Supernatural smut

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wren-kitchens · 3 months ago

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i can’t find the words

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the infirmary is silent, save for the raspy breathing of its only inhabitant. it took a long while for him to ignore the pain enough to drift off, but I doubt his dreams are being particularly kind to him; getting tortured does that to a guy. apollo left after he was certain he had done all he could, and is currently resting. if you think harming a god like that takes a lot of power, healing a god tends to take twice that much —you can’t pour from an empty oinochoe, as they say, and if poseidon's sorry state is anything to go by, he'll be needed again pretty soon.

okay this one is pretty much entirely based on @neal-illustrator's famtheon hkfdj this is also partly inspired by luke Sobbing in the live-streamed watchthrough of the ithica saga songs

have some zeus & poseidon hurt/comfort 👍 a part 2 to this!

cw: mentions of torture and injury!

of course, all of olympus has heard the news—courtesy of hermes, to no one's surprise—and yet even the trickster god himself has not set foot in the healing chambers. if you ask me (and really, who else is there to ask?), they’re all rather frightened. not of poseidon himself, or the injuries, but of what the two combined represent: if the god of the ocean, all-powerful and second strongest deity in all the land, can be taken down by a mere mortal.. what does that say for the rest of them?

no one other than I actually dare to voice this sentiment, but it hangs heavy in the air near the silent infirmary. the area is usually less bustling, due to its solemn nature, but athena's brief visit after her.. little spat with zeus brought flocks of siblings and uncles and cousins to simper and sympathise and bring flowers of every kind. after all, a god wounding another is hardly an uncommon sight—and not even remotely cause for concern. now, poseidon's chamber remains empty of any signs of life other than the god himself in the bed, and smears of golden ichor on the bedsheets from what his bandages could not contain. a grim sight indeed.

although- I tell a lie. for the first time since poseidon arrived, someone other than apollo enters the chamber—uncharacteristically hesitant, almost walking back out as they feel the crushing silence in the place. the god carries an almost amusingly small flower when compared to their size, but the expression on their face erases any hilarity the situation may have created. after all, it's one thing to hear the god of the ocean was struck down by a mortal—it's another matter entirely to see your elder brother near-lifeless after being tortured with his own weapon.

the fact that his brother remains asleep is both a source of anxiety and relief for zeus. it's not news to anyone that the king of gods does not like to show weakness, let alone affection, and poseidon's lack of consciousness combined with the rest of the pantheon's aversion to the infirmary allows for him to act unobserved (of course, they are not entirely unobserved, but they are unaware of my existence, dear reader). on the other hand.. the empty look on the sleeping ocean god's face, accompanied by the ichor-stained bandages across his torso and eye brings a mortifying dread to zeus' heart that he would vehemently deny ever experiencing, even to himself.

poseidon stirs, muttering something inaudible, and zeus practically freezes in place. he makes to turn over, and immediately groans in pain, startling awake. it takes a second for him to regain his bearings, but when he does, he practically stares at zeus, visibly surprised. momentarily, the brothers gape at one another, both feeling somewhat caught out, before finally, zeus speaks.

"I- brother!" he says, making an attempt at his usual bravado and falling ever so slightly short. "I see you are- making a speedy recovery?"

blinking back sleep and lasting confusion, poseidon clears his throat- and suppresses a wince as his wounds protest. "yes, I- apollo has been doing.. good work."

"I can see." zeus tries for a confident smile. it doesn't quite reach his eyes as it typically does. "that- the colour of your skin is.. coming back, I believe."

"oh." poseidon raises a hand, glancing at the back of it. "I suppose- yes, it is." he looks back at zeus. "brother.. what are you doing here?"

zeus scoffs. "what- I cannot visit you when you are ill?" he says, hoping he sounds more flippant than he suspects he does. "am I not typically kind?"

poseidon decides not to answer the second question. "it's simply out of the ordinary for you." he says cautiously, on instinct. "besides, do you see another soul here?"

"you need rest!" zeus says, as if it was meant to be obvious. "it would be rude to interrupt-"

"zeus," poseidon says, and zeus stops in his tracks. "why are you here?"

zeus opens his mouth to say something along the lines of 'it's my duty', or 'do you think me so heartless?', but nothing of the sort comes out. in fact- nothing comes out at all, to both his and poseidon's surprise, other than a painfully quiet exhale, containing far more emotion than he ever wants to express in his life again. something shifts in poseidon's expression, as if he understood what that meant, and zeus is about to blast them both into ash when poseidon reaches a hand out.

"brother, I will be fine." he says, and it suddenly occurs to zeus that he's offering to hold his hand. without his say, zeus' eyes dart to poseidon's amputated arm, something seizing in his chest in a way that has not occurred in centuries. "if kro-"

"I know." zeus says before poseidon can continue, like he can dispel the realisations from the two of them if he just talks loud enough. "you shall make a full recovery. apollo is an excellent healer- he is my son, of course."

"yes." poseidon says, dropping his hand. zeus can’t help but feel as if he’s lost something. "but I will not let that mortal wipe me off this earth." he says, with a bite of malice in his words that suggest he’s being a little more truthful than he probably should be. "I will not give him the satisfaction." he looks at zeus. "just as I did not give our grandfather the satisfaction. I have dealt with worse."

"must you-" zeus starts with the intention of criticising his brother, when his voice fails him as it has never done before. "must you say that?"

poseidon gives a little smile. "brother, it has been millennia. you cannot fault me-"

"you did not have to watch." zeus hates this—the way his voice betrays him, the sympathy in poseidon's eyes, the memories his injuries bring to the surface of his mind. hating it does not make it disappear, no matter how much he wished it would. "both times- I had to watch. I cannot- I will not let you leave once again."

poseidon raises his hand, and this time zeus does not hesitate in taking it, desperately trying to convince himself it is for poseidon's comfort, rather than his own. "I have no intentions of leaving. you are king of the gods."

"in which case, I order you to remain." zeus says, and he feels just as he did all those years ago—playing make believe with his brother, imagining what life would be like if they were on top. "you cannot disobey a royal order."

"I would not dare." poseidon says in that mock solemn voice zeus remembers all too well. he finds that his throat is suddenly tight at the memory. "the all-powerful zeus could strike me down if he so wish-"

zeus decides not to remember what he does next. he does not recall how he ended up with his arms around his brother, nor does he recall blaming the dampness on his face on poseidon's hair. he most certainly has no memory of the way poseidon's embrace felt so painfully similar to how it used to, and it'd be impossible to say if his brother muttered comforting words into zeus' hair as he once did.

poseidon remembers, though. the gentleness that was so clearly out of zeus' nature as he did his best to avoid upsetting his tender wounds, the familiarity of his brother in arms mixed with how bizarre it felt to be equal in size after centuries of memories of his baby brother. he remembers feeling silently grateful for zeus' sobs masking his own, for odysseus—somehow—landing them both in this situation, and he certainly will not forget the whispered 'I think I missed this,' for a thousand lifetimes.

#epic the musical #epic zeus #epic poseidon #famtheon #don’t ask me who the narrator is idk #I was trying something out GKDDJ #also like. I wrote this all in like 6 hours #it's 4:26am which is not ideal but MAN i am on a roll with this writing stuff #hi epic fandom i’m aroace and could not care less about how attractive the characters are and put arguably too much thought into Lore #do I need more tags I don’t know #i’m used to mcyt and that has like a million tags for one character so this is new for me #platonic!!!!! very much platonic and familial ty #wren writes #I wrote half of this whilst listening to I can’t help but wonder and will you fall in love with me again on loop #so liek #also like I said. it's 4am so if it's a bit weird blame it on that

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azzie-beastbinder · 3 months ago

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The Tenth Duel

The biggest impromptu event that Alta Torrezon had seen – at least since the First Night – was a dramatic duel. Or, more accurately, a series of ten people dueling one man.

Koda Hayashi, boss of the Dokuchi Reckoners of Kamigawa, puncher of war gods and vengeant ninja, had issued a challenge to all interested parties: duel him, and if they win, they receive a handsome sum of money, a full range of Kamigawan teas, and a special magical item that can empower one’s magic – to a certain extent. Sponsored cameras and thopters were getting shots from every angle, and the sponsors and audience both were loving the duels alongside Koda’s attitude and the announcing team of Plxtwt and Vasro. Vasro’s announcements rang through the area thanks to the megaphone that Plxtwt provided.

“Hello participants! There is one hour left until the fight. You are allowed to use force, shows of strength, and agreed upon combat to get in front of each other! You are not allowed to brawl or attack each other randomly. Any action of this sort will be pacified, and cause the perpetrators to be disqualified! Ordering will be determined by order of entry and the biggest feat you can remember! The first in with the most experience will be the last fight! It will be ordered in a similar manner! Healing will be provided to all participants after they fight!”

“Hello again, Contestants! With the fights nearing, I want to tell you a little more about your foe! Today, you will be fighting the ruthless boss of the Dokuchi Reckoners, Koda the Vengeant! He has specifically stated that biting will be allowed, both for him and you, and that you are allowed to bring any number of weapons in.”

“Hello contestants! Very soon you will be seeing your foe for the first time! But first, let me tell you of a few of his feats. He was able to break the nose a war god, even receiving a dagger for it, he raided an entire tower of immoral scientists and defeated their technological defenses, and was able to earn the boon of Raffine, the sphinx demon, entirely through his skill!”

Once the gates were rushed and only the first ten were able to grab their numbers – as Vasro and Koda had agreed upon – Vasro read their minds to check their greatest feats and organize the fights as they had agreed upon. Though some were impressive, none compared to the one-armed man that Vasro knew for a fact would be the final fight.

Koda wiped his brow and drank some water after he had defeated the ninth challenger. While the nine duels had worked out a lot of his frustration and energy, he still had enough left for the final fight. One healing syringe was all it took to heal the few wounds he had gained from the paladin who had fought him. Koda didn’t even bother remembering the man’s name, since he had come with a holier-than-thou (literally) attitude. He enjoyed putting people like that in their place. He had yet to meet a fighter that required him to go all out, so he had mostly been wowing the crowd with his footwork and daggerplay.

He stepped back out into the dueling yard and rolled his shoulders, ready for the final duel. Vasro had promised that this would be the most interesting one, but Koda had made it clear that he didn’t want information on the people he fought until it was time to face them. While most would be uneasy about going in blind, it made Koda’s poisonous blood sing in his veins. His two daggers – one blessed by a trickster god, one crafted by Koda’s own hand – hung loosely in his hands until the duel began as he waited for his final opponent.

The entire crowd went so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop when Koda’s opponent stepped onto the field. A one-armed vampire man, probably many times Arturo and Lazaro’s ages, with the quiet confidence that only one who had fought many foes could wield. He did not come boasting, so neither did Koda.

Instead, Koda bowed respectfully, as was common in Kamigawan duels – at least, for tournament duels where death wasn’t on the table, like it wasn’t in this duel. “Koda Hayashi of the Dokuchi Reckoners,” he said simply, as though Vasro hadn’t spent the past two hours saying his name and hyping him up. He straightened back up and slid into a defensive stance, intending to get a sense of the man’s offense first. “May the better duelist win.”

@dusk-legion-diplomacy @obscura-omenseeker @plxtwt-posting

#planar posting #kamigawa posting #ixalan posting #mtg rp #koda hayashi

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28confusedthoughts · 4 months ago

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Their first time, as i imagine it.

It all starts with the episode Dream a Little Dream of Me. When sam enters dean's dreams and sees, well, something. Something that makes him realise dean wants him in a way he would have never imagined.

He is quite shaken and disgusted at first, doesn't know whether to punch his brother in the face or bury the image deep in his mind and never think of it again. But before he can make up his mind, dean makes a confession. Not that he's secretly in love with his little brother and wants to fuck him senseless, having wanted that since he was fucking fourteen, no. But something similarly disturbing: he admits to being terrified to die and go to hell.

Dean being vulnerable literally never happens, and while sam already knows that dean is very much scared under his mask of macho nonchalance, he only now understands just how terrified dean actually is. He can't bring himself to be really upset with him after that, but can't stop thinking about what he had seen in that dream.

In Mystery Spot, after dean dies for the hundredth last time and all sam can do is spend the next six months obsessing over and tracking down the trickster not caring about anyone and anything else, he learns something about himself. He learns he's willing to do anything for dean.

This realisation, while not entirely unexpected, somehow makes perfect sense. It plants a tiny seed in his head. He spends every waking hour after getting dean back contemplating everything. He fosters that little seed, keeps it warm and moist, and soon it develops into a fragile little plant. By the time dean's time is almost up, the fragile little plant grows into a stubborn weed, one that cannot ever be removed. Sam made a decision, one that will change the trajectory of his life forever. One, that while changes everything, really changes nothing at all.

He decides to give dean something he knows he really wants. Himself.

He approaches it like any other job; by doing research. He spends his free time studying gay porn, reading about how to please a man, how to prepare. And when the time comes, he is prepared. He has a plan, and he's determined to go through with it. He's ready to give dean everything he wants.

#their first time #spn headcanon #wincest #weirdcest #samdean #my post

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sepicriting · 2 years ago

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yandere selection poll

―for your most favorite yandere concepts to come.

notes: as a little thank-you for bringing the yandere twins intro to 200 notes and getting me to 30 followers, you get to vote on which yandere concept i should work on next from a list of ideas i've got brewing! the winner of this poll will guarantee an early release, but please do note that just because other concepts didn't win does not mean that they're no longer going to be published! some of these concepts aren't fully fleshed out either, and are subject to change whenever i find it necessary.

A Yandere Princess, whose every action and word is judged by all. She then meets you, darling reader, who looks past her status as a princess and doesn't bat an eye for any mistake she commits. She, who holds the weight of her people on her shoulders, is willing to drop and set aside everything for you.

A Yandere Milf who moves in next door with her children as a recently-widowed, single mother. To cope with her loss, she runs a small garden out front, causing her to frequently have brief interactions with you whenever you leave your home. Over time she takes a liking to you, finding little similarities that connect you to her husband, and she invites you for family dinners. And after numerous times spent with you, she concludes in her mind that you are not her husband, but definitely should be her lover.

A Yandere Nurse who feels a little perverted for the feelings he's beginning to harbor towards the hospital's most recent patient ― you. He constantly can't quite look you in the eye out of guilt for his unprofessional attitude and treatment. You notice that he's especially skittish whenever he tends to you, but you quickly come to realize that he's the only nurse who consistently comes when you call for someone. He hopes that by intentionally causing your sickness to worsen, you'd come to rely on him for a long time.

A Yandere Tattoo Artist who is quite promiscuous with everyone, showing off much of his skin until you decide to come to his shop. He can't trust himself to hold back from hitting on you, especially when you go under the pain of his needle. He keeps his excitement down whenever he sees your first session, and makes sure you somehow always bump into him when you go out. After all, he's wondering if you'll drop by his shop anytime soon.

Yandere Zombie Boyfriend whose dying wish was to spend forever with you and it became true, coming back from the dead to unintentionally scare you out of your wits when you mistake him for a burglar. While it was quite nice that he loves you beyond death, his inability to talk and his mobility need to be worked on again...

Yandere Trickster God who enjoys playing what he thinks are silly pranks on you, pranks that effectively destroy your day and perhaps ruin your life. You've always thought that you've had an unlucky streak, even if initially you didn't believe in superstitions. But really, every day seems to be going wrong in some capacity ― thunderstorms pour when you leave without an umbrella, your house keys mysteriously go missing when you arrive at your front door in the dead of night, your online deliveries never seem to arrive, etc. ― little inconveniences pile up to prevent you from enjoying something nice, essentially. It wasn't until you came across an abandoned shrine and prayed to whatever god is out there to give you a breather did the happenings stop, and an oddly charming, ethereal asshole comes into your life to physically cause your frustrations.

#sepicriting #sepiposting #yandere poll #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere post #yandere

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maria021015 · 8 months ago

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“Sorry, but I can't let you walk out with this. It's way above the legal voltage limit.” Parish refused to hand over the metal baton along with the rest of the belongings that had been seized upon Chris Argent and Derek Hale’s arrest.

“I only use it for hunting,” Chris defended himself, not wishing to part from the device that had saved him from many a hairy situation. At his lack of description of what he used it to hunt, Derek shot the man a pointedly exasperated look. Argent could do nothing but roll his eyes in response.

“Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you could use it to jump-start a 747.” The young deputy sassed, not budging on his decision.

“This property belongs to me, and the charges were dropped,” Chris continued to argue the point. “Although, I'm not exactly sure who's responsible for that…”

“I am,” A familiar voice spoke up as Sheriff Stilinski entered the space. Both Chris and Derek were surprised to see the man, considering he’d been away for several days consulting with medical professionals regarding Stiles’ MRI results. “I'll take care of this, Parrish.”

“Stilinski, I'm not kidding - this thing's a few watts from being a lightsaber.” Parish scoffed, but his superior officer waved him away.

“I said I'll take care of it,” Stilinski nodded, and Parish finally conceded, leaving the Sheriff to take charge.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon,” Chris commented genuinely. He knew that if it were Allison whose brain scans had come back displaying signs of frontotemporal dementia, he wouldn’t be returning to work any time soon.

“I expected you sooner,” Derek grunted gruffly, obviously bitter about being arrested for the second time for a murder he did not commit.

“The specialist I saw in LA told me the thing that every doctor says when he's trying to avoid a lawsuit - ‘We can't say for sure’. And then, I spoke with Melissa.” Noah pulled out an envelope of medical documents, placing two images side by side on the table. “These are brain scans - my wife's, and Stiles'. I knew they were similar, but those are the same. Exactly the same.”

“And I'm guessing this isn't possible?” Derek assumed, not betraying the slight sense of relief he’d felt when hearing the news.

“Not even remotely,” Stilinski shook his head, confirming what they all now knew to be true. Stiles had never had frontotemporal dementia.

“So, the trickster is still playing tricks,” Argent sighed heavily, staring at the identical brain scans laid before them.

“But why this trick?” The werewolf amongst them questioned the Nogitsune’s motives for such a thing.

“When I was in the Army, an officer told me, ‘If you want to defeat your enemy, you don't take away their courage - you take away their hope’." Noah quoted grimly.

“You don't look like a man who gives up hope easily,” Argent’s lips pulled into a faint smile.

“But Stiles might,” The Sheriff clarified his concern. “If this thing inside him...if it's using his mother's disease as some sort of psychological trick, then this isn't just a fight for his body. It's also a fight for his mind. Right?”

“You know, he's left people severely injured,” Chris cleared his throat, hating to be the one to bring it up. Stiles was Noah’s son, but he was also a threat that needed to be dealt with as such. He briefly wondered if it had been Allison, what would he have done? In all honesty, he didn’t even know the answer to his own question.

“...And others severely dead,” Derek chimed in harshly, not holding back.

“That's why I need the two of you,” Noah nodded in understanding. “I need people who are experienced in this kind of thing. I need you to help me stop him. Both of them.”

Both Chris and Derek picked up on what the Sheriff was not saying. “And by stop them, you mean trap them.” He deduced. Noah confirmed the man’s statement with a short nod.

“Then we’re going to need a lot more help than just the three of us,” Derek stated.

“This is everything non-lethal I could find…” Allison led them into the Argent’s study, gesturing to the weapons she’d laid bare over the desktop.

“Take all of it,” Her father advised her, eyes scanning over the contents.

“What's the plan, here?” Noah asked with slight concern in his features at the assortment of gear.

“Our best shot right now is for Derek to try to pick up Stiles' scent at Eichen House - especially if he went through something stressful there,” Chris answered, knowing the chemosignals would be strongest there. “We find Stiles, we’ll find Zaida.”

“Should all four of us be going to the same place?” The Sheriff questioned the rationality of pouring all of their resources into one location.

“Where else have Stiles and Zaida been showing up?” Chris glanced at his daughter for the information. Being arrested had meant he and Derek had been mostly out of the loop.

“School...the hospital…” Allison began listing places from the top of her head.

“Okay, hold on - we did this already. He disappeared, we started looking for him...then walked right into a trap at the hospital.” Derek pointed out in frustration, eyes opening to the pattern.

“...He's getting us to repeat the same moves.” Chris agreed with a grumble of realisation.

“So, what do we do? Wait for them to come to us?” Allison suggested unsurely.

“We can't.” Derek shook his head. “Not if the Oni find them when the sun goes down.”

“Scott's working on that right now with Kira,” Stilinski informed them, having been told by the werewolf himself that they were speaking with Kira’s mother, who apparently controlled the Oni.

“That's the problem - we're all trying to outfox the Fox,” Argent commented lowly.

“Listen…I'll understand if anyone wants to back out,” The Sheriff put out the disclaimer, secretly hoping no one would balk from their mission. Like Derek had said - he needed all the help they could get. Noah had never seen Zaida in action but from the sound of things she was the one to watch out for, and they’d never known until she wasn’t on their side anymore.

“Are you kidding? Zaida and Stiles are two of my best friends. We’re more than that - we’re a family. A pack.” Allison scoffed at the notion, looking to the others in the room. “I’m not going to give up on them. We’re going to get them back.”

“I won't be the first Wolf to run from a Fox,” Derek set his jaw stubbornly as he locked eyes with the huntress.

“Apparently, I'm carrying a lightsaber…” Chris held up the metal baton with a slight smile. None of them was going to be backing away from this.

“Dad, you and Derek hit Eichen House. Sheriff, it's you and me in the hospital. We all meet in the school.” Allison decided, calling the shots like a true Argent matriarch. As the huntress and the Sheriff split from the group, leaving to head towards the hospital, Chris stayed behind.

“...Making sure you have a few lethal options, just in case?” Derek arched a brow at the man, who was slipping pistols into hidden holsters.

“I like to prepare for the worst,” Chris answered grimly. He only prayed he wouldn't have to use them.

“You know what? I don't know how you guys do it. You're all so strong. You're fearless. Hell, you even manage to keep your grades up…” Noah Stilinski rubbed his hand over his face, his nerves jittering and stress overcoming him as they waited in the silent elevator of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. If the situation was getting to him - a full-grown man with army experience who works in law enforcement - how were the others still standing? How had they done it all this time alone, without the help of their parents?

“I am failing Econ…” Allison said slowly with a glum demeanour. The man clearly had more faith in them than was warranted.

“Is that Coach's class?” Noah questioned, remembering an interview he’d had with the teacher once about Stiles detailing the entire history of the male human anatomy for his Econ exam. When Allison dipped her chin confirmation he reassured her. “Well, I'll have a talk with him.”

Instead of finding the man’s words comforting, Allison felt her resolve crumble. She’d been holding on by a thread, but that has swiftly snapped at hearing of the man’s misplaced trust. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t lead the Argents - it was largely because of her that their family had been decimated, leaving only herself and her father. Her features twisted as the tears prickled at her eyes and fell. She was only a teenager and here she was with a crushing weight on her shoulders. She suddenly wasn’t sure of anything - of any decision she’d made since moving to Beacon Hills. Her friends were scattered across town, all desperately trying to keep up with the world crumbling around them. Xander was on life support and still hadn’t woken since his surgery, Isaac was lying in a hospital bed, she was losing Scott more and more every day. Scott , who was with Kira - whom Allison still didn’t fully trust - trying to stop her mother from sending assassins after Stiles and Zaida. Her father was alone with Derek and the last time one of her parents was alone with Derek…Well, her mother had died. Every time they went through something like this together, the others would remind her that they’d made it - that they were the lucky ones because they’d all survived. But they hadn’t all survived. At least, not to Allison. Kate hadn’t survived. Her mother hadn’t. Maybe no one else in their pack had been impacted as Allison had, but when would their luck start to run out? Would it be today? Tomorrow? Her heart trembled at the notion.

Upon seeing the girl’s reaction, Noah reached for the kill switch, forcing the elevator to stop in its tracks and buy them some more time away from the prying eyes of others. “Are you okay?” His brows creased in sympathy as he tilted his head at her with a soft voice. “Hey, you okay?”

“I'm not fearless...I'm terri-terrified. I'm always terrified.” Allison shook her head, choking out her words between sobs. “I...I act like I know what I'm doing, but I don't. I don't know if Isaac is dying right now...I don't know if I made a mistake with Scott...I don't know what my dad is thinking...I don't know if we should trust Derek...I don't know if I’m ever going to look into Zaida’s eyes and see my friend again…I don’t know if we’ll be able to save her and Stiles…I don’t know…I don't know anything!”

“You know what's funny? You sound just like a cop.” Noah’s lips smiled slightly in a supportive way as he recognised her sentiments, pulling her into a tight hug. She sounded like him - like the cacophony of worries that had been sounding off in his mind since his son had started having these nightmares. Since Stiles had gone missing. Since Noah had found out what was truly happening in Stiles’ head - and Zaida’s. Zaida, whom he considered the daughter he’d never had and hoped one day it would come true. “Hey…You're gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” Allison nodded, her voice shaking and she took control back over her breathing. Just as she managed to pull herself back together - shattered piece by shattered piece - she heard an alert go off. Pulling away from the Sheriff, her brows drew together in a curious frown. “What's that?”

“Someone's breaking into my house…” Noah recognised the sound and pulled out his phone to see a notification from his home security system. Clicking into the app, he explained it to Allison. “After Stiles started sleepwalking, I had some safety precautions put in - motion sensors, cameras…”

Leaning over to see the live video feed up on the Sheriff’s phone, she saw Stiles sitting on a bed and wiggling his fingers as he stared up at the camera tauntingly. “Is that his room?” She asked, a newfound sense of urgency instilling in her.

“What is all this? What are these sticky notes for?” Chris glared down at the chessboard the Nogitsune had left on the desktop in Stiles’ room.

“This is what Stiles used to try and explain to me about...all of you,” Noah recalled that strange conversation that he hadn’t quite believed at the time it had happened.

“Well, maybe it's a message from Stiles - the real Stiles,” Allison suggested, hope shining in her wide brown eyes. Her fingers brushed the top of the white queen labelled with Zaida’s name as her brain whirred over the possible hidden messages behind the placement of the pieces.

“Do you think there's any reason my name's on the king?” Derek asked with a raised brow.

“Well, you're heavily guarded…” Noah offered. “Though, I guess the alarming detail is that you're one move from being in checkmate.”

“It's not a message from Stiles - it's a threat from the Nogitsune.” Argent landed on the answer swiftly, looking at the board as a battlefield. “Look at the pieces and their purposes. Ethan, Aiden and Isaac are all pawns. Isaac’s been taken off the board, while Ethan, Aiden and Peter are all defending the king.”

“And Zaida’s the white queen, the most powerful player on the board, and the most unpredictable. She’s protecting the white king, but is also in a position to attack if she wants to.” The Sheriff analysed, picking up the white king piece. “I’m guessing this is supposed to be Stiles. The king is the most powerless piece and yet still the most important.”

“He’s trying to tell us we’ll have to get through Zaida to get to him, and getting through Zaida right now without hurting or killing her is pretty impossible,” Allison deduced, the cogs in her mind churning. “But he’s also unwittingly shown us his hand. Zaida is the power player - Deaton thinks she’s the reason the Nogitsune took Stiles, to take control of her through their telepathic connection. But the game is dependent on Stiles. Stiles is the one who has to be defeated to win, yet he’s hiding behind her. He’s been distracting us with her this whole time - when he made us believe she was the one possessed, when he made her kill all those people…He’ll do it again tonight.”

“So targeting Zaida is what he wants us to do,” Chris followed along.

“We need to call Deaton,” The huntress instructed, remembering the shot the veterinarian had used on the girl to inhibit her powers. “Find out if he has any more fennel.”

“Wait, if targeting Zaida is what the Nogitsune wants us to do, then why are we doing it?” Derek interjected, not seeing the sense in falling right into the fox’s ploy.

“If we do get her to attack…” Allison explained and reached for Zaida’s piece, sliding it across the board to where it lined up with the black knight - the one labelled with her name. T he naiad versus the huntress. By moving the white queen, there was an undefended opening around the white king. “It leaves Stiles vulnerable.”

Moving Zaida’s piece back to its original spot, Allison shifted the black rook labelled with her father’s name so that it had an unobstructed line to both the white king, and the black knight. “And the way to get her to attack, is to threaten the king. Only, Zaida is too valuable to risk losing, so she won’t place herself between you. ” The huntress added and instead of making the obvious moves, she repeated her earlier play and had the white queen take the black knight. When she was done, she locked eyes with her father. “She’ll come for me, betting on the fact that she’ll best me and that you will choose to protect me over capturing Stiles. You need to prove her wrong. Can you do that?”

Chris’ jaw locked as he was faced with the impossible question. Choosing the mission over his daughter… “If it’s between Stiles and you,” He muttered under his breath. “You can’t ask me to make that choice.”

“I’m not asking,” Allison’s gaze hardened. As the matriarch, this was her decision to make. “I’m telling .”

Chris couldn’t bring himself to say anything, he simply dipped his chin in a sombre nod of confirmation as conflict brewed within him. “If we’re going to get to them before the Oni do, we have to get moving.” He broke away from his daughter’s stern gaze to glance outside the window at the darkening sky.

“He's at the loft. That's what he's trying to tell us. And he wants us to come there.” Allison gestured to the board. “We just need to figure out how to capture Stiles once we get an opening.”

“This couldn't sound any more like a trap,” Derek grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I don't think it is…” Noah shook his head, leaning against the desk as his eyes fixated on the board.

“I think your opinion might be slightly biased, Sheriff…” The hunter pointed out.

“Hear me out! What we're dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive - no rhyme or reason, right?” Noah began his explanation.

“Meaning what?” Argent raised a brow at the man.

“Our enemy is not a killer...It's a trickster.” The Sheriff identified the difference. In his experience, motive was the most powerful tool to predict an opponent’s actions. “The killing is just a by-product.”

“If you're trying to say it won't kill us, I'm not feeling too confident about that…” The werewolf trailed off sarcastically.

“It won't. It wants irony. It wants to play a trick - it wants a joke. All we need to do is come up with a new punchline.” Noah reasoned.

“The sun is setting, Sheriff…” Argent reminded him of their time limit. “What do you have in mind?”

“Go ahead.” Noshiko held out the healed sword to her daughter. “It's yours now.”

“What if I don't want it?” Kira eyed the blade warily.

“You need it.” Noshiko’s lips pursed as the younger kitsune took the sword and whirled it a few times experimentally. Her surprise was written on her face when she realised how perfect it was in her hands. “You see? It gives you balance. My power is yours now, Kira. If the Oni cannot stop Stiles, you have to, the same as I did...And maybe seek out a wolf to help you…”

As Noshiko’s gaze landed on him, Scott’s jaw clenched in frustration at the waste of time. “You didn't tell us anything.” He stated.

“You want to save Stiles and Zaida? Kill the boy.” The woman surmised the moral of her story.

“You agree with this?” Scott turned to Mr Yukimura in disbelief.

“Sometimes, history does repeat itself, Scott.” The man admitted regrettfully.

“Only if you don't learn!” The werewolf exclaimed, refusing to give up. There had to be another way to save Stiles and Zaida. A way that didn’t involve risking either of their lives.

“But sometimes, even then, fate conspires against you.” Ken tilted his head.

“There's a way to save them. There has to be.” Scott’s eyes hardened determinedly, turning his back on the two and leaving.

“Kira…” Noshiko stepped towards her daughter, but Kira followed Scott out into the hallway, making her alliance clear. Once the two of them were gone, she held her last tail up to the golden light of the setting sun, seeing the concern in her husband’s eyes. “I'll take it somewhere safe.”

“That's not what I'm worried about,” Ken’s lips pulled into a tight line. “History has not done well with making children into killers.”

“These children played their part in it long before we came back to Beacon Hills. I buried the jar deep within the roots of the Nemeton…” Noshiko shook her head. “It was their sacrifice that brought its power back...They let the demon out of its cage..”

“Scott’s on his way with Kira,” Allison relayed the information from the text message she’d received to the rest of the group as they climbed the stairs to Derek’s loft. “Noshiko wouldn’t help - the Oni are still coming.”

“Well, then let’s just hope our plan works,” Sheriff Stilinski sighed heavily, reaching for the handle of the sliding entry door.

“Good luck,” Chris nodded to the man, and the rest of them stepped back and out of view as the Sheriff opened the door and walked through.

As he stepped inside the swiftly darkening space, he caught sight of both Stiles and Zaida standing before the far wall of windows with their backs facing him. Simultaneously, in unison, the two slowly turned to look over their shoulders and stare at him. The way they moved in sync was unsettling, sending a wave of chills up Noah’s spine.

“Hi, Dad…” Stiles greeted him in a low voice, and something within Noah’s heart told him that the figure he was looking at was not his son.

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles x oc #stiles stilinski #stiles #teenwolf fanfiction #female oc #female original character #teenwolf #the nogitsune #nogitsune #void stiles #void

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redfish-blu · 11 days ago

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The difference between how Pacho comes off depending on whose perspective you’re seeing him from is really funny to me. In the first 2 seasons of og he’s this mean girl/trickster/schemer who just shows up to get in your way and look good while doing it. In Mexico he’s there first and foremost to torment Félix but he also has an aura of like, intimidation around him. You could be reasonably scared of this guy because he seems to not be afraid of anything and is always in control of the situation, even if you don’t know it. Overall he’s characterized as dangerous and powerful because everyone who doesn’t know him is scared shitless of him.

But in s3 of og you’re seeing Pacho from his own perspective as well as the other godfathers, and I’m sorry but the little brother allegations are not getting beat any time soon. The whole thing with Salazar was basically just

Pacho: Can I please kill that guy

Gilberto: Why

Pacho: He’s homophobic ☹️

Gilberto: Ask Miguel, I have other shit to worry about

Pacho: Miguel if you let me kill that guy you can date his wife like you always wanted to. Please 🥺???

Miguel: Alright, but don’t make a scene

*Pacho makes a scene*

Gilberto: Okay you’re in fucking time out.

Interestingly enough you also see the less refined side of him in s3 of Mexico when he’s dealing with Amado (probably because he’s one of the only people Pacho doesn’t hate ☠️). That scene of him, Chepe, Gilberto, and Amado in Cuba where he was sweating bullets because Gilberto cottoned on to him and Amado’s little scheme had me LOLing. Literally like two kids trying to trick their mom into letting them have a sleepover. Also him telling Amado not to bring it up again if Gilberto doesn’t go for it, Pacho got lucky bc he probably thought he was about to get folded like a plastic chair. Definitely got a tongue lashing the second they got back to the car though, because the side-eye from Gilberto was wild.

#don’t get me started on the parentified older sibling and daddy issues of it all #you don’t even want me to go there #narcos #narcos mexico #pacho herrera

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rendy-a · 2 years ago

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Ready to Dance with the Third Years

This is the last preview before the event comes. I'll probably get to 500 followers some time this week, so watch for it! I hope you've been enjoying these little mood-setting fics until then.

“Awe, come on, Prefect,” Cater wined, “Just one shot?” You rolled your eyes back at him, “And who would I even dance with?” Today you were in the courtyard with the third year students turning it into a ballroom dance space via magic. Well, mostly magic. You were just trailing around the seniors and doing any odd task they handed to you. When Cater had called you over, you expected some odd job to run and not…this. “This place is totally camable but I just need some dancing to really light up those likes. Come on, Prefect, do a friend a favor?”

You hesitate; it’s not that you are unwilling its just that you don’t know how to dance. You hesitatingly admit to this face and Cater is astonished. What? It’s not like everyone knows how to dance! Looking for back-up, you call over to Trey, “You understand, right Trey? Just not everyone knows how to do these fancy dances.” He adjusts his glasses and gives you a surprisingly evil looking grin, “Oh, I can’t say I do, Prefect. I’ve been dancing with Riddle since we were kids.” Your expression must look astonished based off the laughter of the Heartslabyul boys. “Yeah, Riddle always did enjoy orderly ballroom dances and liked to teach Chey’na and I.” You could well picture it.

That doesn’t mean that everyone dances though! You sweep your gaze over the room, looking for an ally in this. You mistakenly rest your eyes for just a short moment on Rook but that was too long to escape notice. In fact, by the way he quickly rose and came to join you in your conversation, it was obvious that he had been listening. “Why, Trickster, you have not yet had the joy of dancing with a partner? C'est vrai?” You don’t respond but that in no way discourages Rook from continuing on. With a dramatic gesture, he lays his hand to his head, “To never feel the heat of your dear one in your arms as you twirl beneath the moonlight? Quelle dommage! But Trickster, is this not the perfect opportunity to learn?”

Then, with a sly look on his face, he adds, “Perhaps you shall even find a Prince Charming to partner with,” and looks pointedly at a garden bench. You look tentatively over it and find an annoyed Leona napping on the other side. He seems as though he intends to ignore you but Rook approaches the end of the bench and allows Leona’s tail, flicking in agitation, to brush against his glove. In a moment, Leona is up and sliding to the far end of the bench and away from the huntsman. Rook smiles, “Why it is Roi des Lions! I wonder what brings you to this bench?”

Trey and Cater join you in leering over the side of the bench, all present knowing that Leona is here slacking off from duty. You smile as wickedly as the others, “Gee Leona, what ARE you doing over here?” Leona considers the attention, twitches an ear and remarks, “So the Herbivore needs to learn to dance, huh?” You point your finger at him and shout, “Don’t change the subject!” It’s no use though, he has appealed to the crowd successfully and Cater jumps right onboard, “Yeah, I’m going to get a great shot of the Prefect dancing for my magicam…just as soon as they learn how!” You consider trying to appeal to Trey but when you turn your head, you see he now has that same wicked smile directed at you. Traitor.

You scratch your head thoughtfully and attempt to weasel your way out of the situation, “It’s not so much that I NEED to learn to dance, its more like I just…am choosing not to dance. Be…because there isn’t any music. I mean, if there was music, I totally would but there isn’t so…” Then you give your shoulders an exaggerated shrug as if to say, ‘Looks like there is nothing to be done.’ Suddenly, a dulcet tune played on violin reverberates in the courtyard. Your expression drops in dismay as you turn to find Lilia holding an instrument. “It’s quite a shame Malleus isn’t here. He is far better at playing this one than I. Unfortunately, it appears that someone failed to deliver an invitation to him.” Cater guiltily looks away. “However, I’d still be delighted to play a tune for the Prefect so they can learn to dance. Dancing is an essential skill for young people.” He then gives you a delighted chuckle, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

You force out a thin smile, “Oh, great. Thanks ever so much, Lilia.” You’ve amused him, you see it in his face full of plump cheek and gentle eyes. It was nothing like the smile Leona was giving you; that was sharp, predatory, and calculating. “So, what’s it going to be, Herbivore? More excuses or are you going to show me what you’ve got?” You raise your chin and give him the haughtiest look you could manage, “Well, Your Highness, if you are going to call for me to dance, how shall I refuse?” Then you turn as you walk to position and jibe, “I just hope your feet feel the same way afterwards.”

Leona gives you a tight look, but you feel that warning is fair. You weren’t wrong, learning to dance was a bit more difficult than you expected. It’s not even that you stepped on his feet on purpose, it’s more like you think you’ve finally gotten the steps only to have him turn unexpectedly or move in a different way and suddenly, there you are stomping all over his toes. Leona was not amused but it felt like everyone else was. You could see the snickering each time you stumbled. Finally, someone was unable to hold it in, “Kwe he he!” came a laugh from the shadows and Leona whips his head around and snarks, “If you think you can do better, Radish Sprouts, feel free to cut in!” A yelp and flare of flame confirms Leona had identified the source of laughter correctly.

Idia slowly creeps out from behind a tree and looks nervously at the group. You can tell he is mumbling but cannot make out the words. From the way Leona’s mouth creases into a tight line, you suspect he can. “Does Idia know how to dance?” you ask in disbelief. Idia gets a crazed half grin showcasing his sharp teeth and brags, “You’re a total noob. I’ve got high score on all the Doko Dance games. I’ve also memorized every cheer for my favorite idol groups. Some might call me a pro even!” Leona doesn’t enjoy the challenge and remarks dryly, “Well, well, it looks like Radish Sprouts wants to dance with the star of the ball after all.” Then he swivels you to face Idia and gives you a little push.

You crash into Idia and its like you’ve tripped some switch to send him into panic mode. The smile is wiped from his face and his fiery hair flames into a brighter red tone. “What happened? How did I trigger so much aggro? I need to perform a stealth check to get out of this situation. I don’t want to get paired up with the noob on this mission!” Unfortunately, this time you are close enough to Idia to hear his rambling. You aren’t mad, not really, because you’ve long since come to understand that Idia just is this way. He can be annoying but is mostly harmless, except to your ego.

A sharp clicking of heals alerts you to someone’s approach. “Is this where everyone has been? I’ve finished the Pomefiore section flawlessly, but it looks like the rest of you still have work to do.” Vil finished his rebuke in a cold tone. Idia squeeks and rushes off. The others leave in a much more casual manner but seem to agree it’s not worth going against Vil over. Except for Leona. He bares his teeth and drawls, “I was so looking forward to the work, but it seems the poor Herbivore here needs a Prince to teach them to dance.” He steps toward you, but Vil smoothly steps in between to block him.

“I may not be a real prince, but I play one on TV. I assure you that, by the time the set-up is finished, I’ll have the Prefect dancing to the Pomefiore standard.” Vil cooly replies. Leona gives a mock bow and saunters off to prod his dorm students into finishing the Savanahclaw chores. You give Vil an awkward smile, “Gee, thanks for helping me.” He smiles at you in a way that isn’t comforting at all, “Don’t be so eager to thank me, Prefect. I am quite the demanding teacher.”

You found this to be true. Vil danced with an easy grace and skillfully avoided your clumsy steps. Each mistake though was met with unforgiving correction. It was a hard afternoon of practice but true to his word, by the time the sun was beginning to set, you could passably waltz. You remarked on how good he was at teaching dance. “I should be. I’ve had my fair share of whipping country potatoes into shape. You are hardly even the worst case I’ve had this year,” he responds with an amused grin. You picture Epel when he says this and silently promise to treat him to something nice at lunch tomorrow.

Finally, the last of the tasks needed for the goodwill dance are complete. You head home to Ramshackle, weary but satisfied. As you pass along the fence of the dorm, you spot some tell-tale green lights in the distance. A small grin alights your face and you quicken your pace. “Tsunataro!” you greet. In the twilight, the fae prince was quite an intimidating sight but never seemed as such to you. A barely perceivable smile sits on his lips as he returns the greeting. “You missed the set-up earlier,” you comment, “were you busy?” A strike of lightning flashes in the distance and you decide you should maybe let that subject drop.

“Well, it was boring anyway. You didn’t really miss anything,” you begin, “Oh! Except for one thing! I learned to dance.” You allow a prideful expression to grace your face. “So now I’m fully ready to dance with the next damsel or Prince I come across.” Malleus chuckles deeply, “Oh, so you are requesting a dance from me, Prefect?” You startle, realizing how your random comment could be interpreted that way, “Oh no, not…I mean yes. I do request the honor of a dance. If you are willing…” You trail off and look nervously at your friend. When he smiles at you and gives a hearty laugh, you smile back before holding out your hand.

The goodwill dance was only a few days away, but you were no longer afraid. In this single day, you’d danced with a celebrity and two princes. The time to be nervous was over. You were the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and a traveler of worlds. This dance had better be prepared for you! You grin up at the darkening sky, feeling your confidence surge. You were ready to be the star of your own story. Starting with this dance.

#500 follower event #third years

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bigsoftmarshmallow · 11 months ago

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How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) handle their lover playing a prank on them? Like they go to sit down in a chair, as their lover offers to make them a drink and massage their shoulders, and when they sit down, a very loud POP comes out of no where, startling them. Their lover collapses in giggling.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be momentarily startled by the loud pop. His eyes would widen in surprise, and he might even tense up, ready to confront any threat.

Realization: As he sees his lover collapsing in giggles, his surprise would shift to mild irritation mixed with amusement.

Response: He would shake his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You think this is funny?" he would say with mock sternness. His lover’s laughter would be infectious, and soon enough, he’d be chuckling too.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He would feel a mixture of amusement and warmth. The prank would remind him of the light-hearted side of life, something he rarely gets to enjoy.

Outcome: He might playfully vow to get even, turning the prank into a fun game between them.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be visibly startled and possibly annoyed by the pop. He’d glance around suspiciously, momentarily on edge.

Realization: Upon seeing his lover laughing uncontrollably, his expression would soften, though he’d try to maintain his composure.

Response: He’d let out a sigh, trying to hide his amusement. "You have a strange sense of humor," he’d say dryly, but the corner of his mouth would twitch into a reluctant smile.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a mix of exasperation and affection. The prank would show him the lighter side of his lover’s personality.

Outcome: He’d be more cautious around them for a while, but he’d also appreciate the joy they bring into his life.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be momentarily taken aback by the pop, his stern demeanor cracking for just a moment.

Realization: Seeing his lover laughing would cause him to sigh deeply, trying to keep his irritation in check.

Response: He’d cross his arms, looking down at his lover with a mixture of sternness and amusement. "I see you’ve found a way to amuse yourself," he’d say, his voice laced with mock severity.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a combination of annoyance and endearment. The prank would be a reminder of the playfulness his lover brings to his otherwise serious life.

Outcome: He’d eventually chuckle and might even plan a subtle revenge prank, enjoying the playful dynamic.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be startled and immediately alert, his warrior instincts kicking in.

Realization: When he sees his lover laughing, he’d raise an eyebrow, his initial annoyance fading.

Response: He’d chuckle deeply, shaking his head. "You’re quite the trickster," he’d say, clearly amused by the prank.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a mix of amusement and affection. The prank would add a layer of playfulness to their relationship.

Outcome: He’d laugh it off and might even play along, enjoying the light-hearted moment.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Reaction:

Initial Response: Ganondorf would be momentarily surprised, his usually composed demeanor slipping.

Realization: As he sees his lover laughing, his eyes would soften, and he’d let out a resigned sigh.

Response: He’d smile slightly, shaking his head. "You never cease to surprise me," he’d say, his tone filled with affection.

Emotional Response:

Feeling: He’d feel a blend of amusement and deep affection. The prank would show him a lighter side of life, which he deeply appreciates.

Outcome: He’d laugh it off and might even consider playing a prank back, enjoying the playful exchange.

In each case, the Ganondorfs would initially be startled by the prank, but their reactions would quickly shift to amusement and affection upon realizing it was their lover’s doing. The prank would highlight the playful and loving dynamics of their relationship, reminding them of the joy and light their soulmate brings into their lives.

#mallowresponse #ganondorf #legend of zelda #ganon #hyrule warriors #ocarina of time #wind waker #twilight princess #tears of the kingdom #use of chatgpt #ai use

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imminent-danger-came · 2 years ago

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do you think mks cosmic backstory conflicts with the previous conflict of his insecurities of being the wrong successor?

Not at all!

When it comes down to it, MK's main flaw is his lack of belief in himself ("Just believe in yourself! Even a smidge makes all the difference")—that's him at his core. He's also identity issues the character ("I'm not the Monkey King okay!" "You're right—you're the Monkie Kid! You have to find your own way to win."), and I think s4 laid into this quite nicely.

Throughout seasons 1 and 2 MK was trying to live up to the legacy of "Monkey King". That's what 1x06 and 1x09 are motivated by—MK is trying to make himself stronger and more like Wukong ("I just wanted to be good enough—like you."). Really 2x05 just worsened a problem MK already had. He was already having doubts about being the Monkie Kid, and SWK leaving in 2x01 was a crack in an already unstable foundation. So then in 2x06 and 2x09 you have MK desperately trying to get stronger, to be a sort of Monkey King stand in ("Pretty soon, Monkey King won't even need to come back!"), and that all comes crashing down in 2x10. And, not only does MK fail, he loses the staff and his powers.

This takes us to 3x01, where MK IMMEDIATELY tries to be Wukong once again:

Sun Wukong: "Kid, why did ya-" MK: "Uh, well yeah, I was trying to do you in the omelet story! Do the weird impulsive Monkey King thing and escape the bad guy."

Sun Wukong: "Well, I mean- Ne Zha ain't really a bad guy but- did you forget about the part where I got really hurt?"

(3x01 On The Run) (Hi MK good guy v bad guy mentality)

MK doesn't refer to himself as the Monkie Kid again until after he's able to use gold vision in 3x03, listing off a few of his labels:

"But I, Monkie Kid, delivery boy, somewhat equal to heaven—saw right through your trick." (3x03 Smartie Kid; another label)

Which, MK and his labels are a big deal ("Hero"/"Warrior" in 2x07, Noodle Boy, Successor, the "Plan Man" in 4x12). It's specifically what the curse antagonizes MK with in s4:

Subodhi: “Who or what you are, even I do not know the answer—but of one thing, I am certain: fate has plans for you! Great plans, or foul? Time will tell.” MK: "I- I can't be! I'm just MK!" Subodhi: "The Monkie Kid?" MK: *Gasps*

Curse MK: "Tell me, what do you think we are, honestly, cause I have been DYING to hear us say it, out loud." MK: "What kind of a question is that? I'm just- I'm just MK, a noodle delivery guy with the powers of the Monkey King, no biggie."

Curse MK: "Seriously? You still think we're just some noodle delivery guy? You can't remember where you came from, and we got ALL this power, and you never once thought, why us? What are we, what is our purpose?" MK: "Of course I thought about it! I mean- maybe, I was gonna thought about it I just- I just want to be me. To be MK!" Curse MK: "Yeah well, we all know exactly where that leads, don't we." Lady Bone Demon Echo: "To pain."

Curse MK: "We're just like Wukong, a fraud! A trickster! Why would our legacy be any different?"

MK: "No, no you're wrong I'm- I'm not!" Curse MK: "Not what, some Monkey Demon thing destined to bring chaos upon the world? Come on, use your words big brained boy, say it, what are we?"

Curse MK: "You can see it, can't you? This is your fate. Your friends will turn on you, seeing you for the monster you will become! They will destroy you, harbinger of chaos."

There's all of these different things MK is either trying to be or trying to not be, which all plays back into his identity. It also all plays back to one thing: his lack of belief in himself.

He's either not enough like Wukong or too much like his mentor. He's either not strong enough or too strong, destined to cause nothing but chaos and destruction. He's either not going to be able to protect the people he cares about, or he's going to be the very thing that hurts them. It's the same problem, just on different sides of the spectrum.

The 3x14 "Do you still really think the universe wants anything, from any of us?" to 4x08 "Until I know what I am, what my destiny is? I can't risk hurting the people I care about—the one's I have left" pipeline is both wild and important to note. It's the switch from MK believing he's nothing special, to believing he's the very "harbinger of chaos". It's all about his self-perception.

And honestly, when it comes down to it, he probably still believes he's the wrong successor, just for very different reasons now. You and I both know that there was no other choice for a protégé—who else would have been able to wield the Monkey King's staff and have his powers—but I doubt MK is in a place to come to terms with that. I think that realization is going to be part of his downward spiral next season, along with being one of the things that instigates the SWK V MK fight.

It's very on point that the way MK comforts Wukong at the end of 4x11 is through reaffirming his role as the "Monkey King":

MK: "Monkey King- I'm not ready to not have a mentor. Azure needs to be stopped but- we need you. I need you- to be the Monkey King."

(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)

While the way he antagonizes Azure is to threaten his role as a Hero (also referencing his role as an Uncle, and before that his role as a friend):

MK: "Come on! Come on! Come on Unkie Lion, you're the big hero right? Then prove it. Show me!"

(4x13 Rip and Tear)

*Gestures financially* IDENTITY

Bonus "What I am" parallels post because it's pretty relevant I feellmk

#4x07. Dude. 4x07 #Running circles around the room thinking about MK and his labels like. Oughghghghghghghghgh #Identity the character. He has the reflection and hand motif and everything #But now I'm also thinking about Wukong and his labels #this is terrible oh god #Monkey King. Great Sage Equal to Heaven. False Sage Equal to Nothing. Sun Wukong. Trickster. Hero. Mentor. Fuck. Oh no #*head in my hands .png*#I am REALLY going through it over the monkeys tonight #I have a people ''knowing'' wukong parallels post to make too auaughghghghghghghghghghg #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk meta #lmk MK #the light is no mystery #asks #what I am #lmk theme: identity #4x07 ruining my life ONCE AGAIN

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hcrexcellency · 2 years ago

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@classiqcals ( joanna & reuben )

Love was a plague. In the earlier days of her youth, Joanna would curse the stars for whatever punishment it wished to bestow on her for being so unlucky in love. Only now, they laughed back at her for giving her heart into the hands of a liar, not a bit of everything that happened between them standing in any form of truth so he could, instead, get her money... or was it that he lying to someone else...? The mental game of catch between both possibilities made her dizzy, but she trusted him. Why would he betray her unless he lied to his most beloved sister? Even if that were true, would it make up for the humiliating feeling of looking like a love sick fool who had fallen right into the trap of a trickster? Have patience was Reuben's plea to her, two words she would not forget as they were not the three she'd hoped to hear. But she tried, nonetheless, to have patience, taking but a few days to be alone with her thoughts and stop herself from jumping to any conclusions based on whatever Isolde, Blair, or Valentina might say to her. Instead, she let the woods talk to her, astride her horse as the shades of green faded together the faster she went, creating a void only she could live in. What would she even say to him? Would she resort back to the cordial, elegant princess who was polite and rigid so that he would no longer have to play this game of pretend beside her? A petty and bitter choice to make. Or would she run right into his embrace in tears as though it had never occurred? Perhaps the easiest way out, but what of her dignity then? If she were not bolting so fast upon her horse, she would have seen the upcoming sharp turn, but alas, as the horse came to such a screeching halt, the momentum gradually pulled Joanna off the horse and onto the ground with a thud. No broken bones, thankfully, but as she bathed in her chambers, her ladies maids regarded a rather large bruise on her left shoulder blade. The bruise would be easily concealed as she dressed in her nightgown and robe. Though, as she sat in front of her mirror, she pulled the gown down to get a better look at it herself, a searing pain that would surely melt away soon enough. The door to her chambers open and she remained still, her back to the door. Through the mirror she'd expected to see her sister, but instead she'd seen the look of her betrothed. Immediately wrathful gaze fell upon her ladies maids, whom apparently could not keep their mouths shut. This was not a conversation she was prepared for just yet, but perhaps the spontaneity of it may cause her to stop thinking for a while, which was what got her in trouble in the first place. "Do not fret," she said quietly, refusing to turn around, unsure if she says it to bring down the pretend persona that Dorit claimed he wore so well, or to quell the worry of the man who truly adored her, "I am fine... I simply fell off my horse. It hurts a bit, but it should mend itself in no time..."

#muse ; 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫t #thread ; 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 #( joanna & reuben )#// INNER MONOLOGUE TIME!!! you do not have to match the length fhoaweghiaoew

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no-more-tales-tavern · 2 years ago

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The Never-ending Cycle

The Legend of Zelda D&D AU Muse Masterlist

Princess Zelda Aasimar Divine Soul Sorcerer (Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom) Born the latest in a long line of chosen vessels for the goddess Hylia, Zelda knew well the terrible Calamity that would soon come, but piety was not something she yet understood. Calling on a goddess for strength was a strange concept, and it nearly cost her everything when she failed to call upon the power that was all her own.

Aasimar Light Domain Cleric (Skyward Sword) Hailing from the far distant past and only spoken of in legend, Zelda would've preferred to live her life in the clouds, teasing her childhood friend and enjoying the peace—but clearly, fate had other plans. Her duty as the reincarnation of the goddess Hylia required she travel to the surface world and seal away her ancient enemy once and for all.

Hylian Twilight Cleric (Twilight Princess) With the fate of her kingdom being threatened by invaders from another dimension, Queen Zelda had no choice but to submit. She let the villains claim her castle and kingdom for the safety of her people, and with the hope that her own plan to change the course of the fight would come to fruition. If only they could find the chosen hero...

Link Hylian Fighter/Ranger (Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom) Though his memories of his past life from one-hundred years ago are still fuzzy, Link knows exactly who he is. A skilled warrior and swordsman, a survivalist through and through, and the devoted companion of the Princess Zelda. Nothing—not even the endless stretch of time—will keep him from standing by her side.

Hylian Champion Fighter (Skyward Sword) All that Link wanted in his life was to soar through the heavens and spend his days with the girl of his dreams. Instead, he found himself plummeting to the surface world below Skyloft, a talking sword slung over his back, and with a die-hard determination in his mind to find his best friend and bring her back home at any cost.

Hylian Order of Lycan Blood Hunter (Twilight Princess) The twisted nature of the Twilight Realm certainly had an odd effect to the simple ranch hand from Ordon. Now cursed—or blessed depending on your perspective—with the ability to shift into a feral canine beast, his journey to set right his hometown and save the children who looked up to him has taken a turn for the darker.

Ganondorf Gerudo Barbarian/Sorcerer (Tears of the Kingdom) Long ago, during the age of the Zonai, Ganondorf led the Gerudo during a time of much hardship. He turned to Zonai for their incredible power and advanced technology...and when they failed to aid, he decided he would claim that power for himself and his people. The war that followed would be one to change him forever into the dreaded Demon King.

Gerudo Fighter/Warlock (Twilight Princess) Driven by an ambition to conquer Hyrule for his people, the Gerudo Chief Ganondorf made a pact with a member of the strange Twili, aiding him in usurping the throne of his realm in exchange for the forces and powers to then attack Hyrule Castle and claim that throne for himself.

Impa Sheikah Shadow Monk (Age of Calamity) The first protector of the princess Zelda, Impa is her most trusted companion, and most confident friend before Link arrived. Despite her silent and stoic nature, she has a kind heart, and trusts in her friend to do what is right, even if it goes against what her father believes is best.

Purah Sheikah Armorer Artificer (Tears of the Kingdom) Restored to her youthful vitality once again, the brilliant and incredibly gorgeous Professor Purah has dedicated herself to the reestablishing and progressing of Post-Calamity Hyrule. Her mastery of the Ancient Sheikah technology has gifted her a talent in creating her own devices which barrel Hyrule towards industrial revolution.

Midna Twili Arcane Trickster (Twilight Princess) Hailing from the strange and twisted Twilight Realm, Midna is the true and proper queen of the Twili, removed from her throne by a horrible usurper. Her ambition is to reclaim her throne at any cost, seeking out the Fused Shadow to create the weapon capable of reclaiming her power and destroying the one who took it from her.

Mipha Zora Life Domain Cleric (Breath of the Wild) Meek and humble, Mipha was the chosen champion for the Zora during the time of the Calamity. Though clearly skilled and talented in her own right, Mipha struggled with her own insecurities of her youth and held a lack of confidence in her own purpose.

Sidon Zora Open Sea Paladin (Tears of the Kingdom) Bold and outgoing, Sidon is a beacon of inspiration and optimism in the bleak world of Hyrule Post-Calamity. His bravery and charm lifts the spirits of those in the Zora Domain, and he leads his people with great zeal and enthusiasm to see his land made good and safe again.

Revali Rito Fighter/Rogue (Breath of the Wild) Young and brash, the expert marksman has a bit of a chip on his shoulder about playing second-fiddle to the chosen champion and wielder of the Master Sword. Revali's cockiness is not unearned, but he should be careful—perhaps it will spell his doom soon enough.

Teba Rito Ranger/Rogue (Breath of the Wild) Cool and level-headed, Teba is an even-tempered member of the Rito warriors, and a skilled marksman as well. He was vital in defeating the Malice-infused Vah Medoh over Rito Village, but now he spends his days trekking the cool Hebra mountains, doing his best to keep the region safe and secure.

Daruk Goron Totem Warrior Barbarian (Breath of the Wild) Daruk is the bold and powerful leader of the Goron, and served them well during the Calamity. He served as a sure and steady rock in that time, refusing to back down from any challenge, and standing tall to defend his friends when the time to fight arose.

Urbosa Gerudo Storm Herald Barbarian (Breath of the Wild) Once the chief of the Gerudo, Urbosa was a wise and kind leader, who led her people with power and authority. A friend to Zelda's mother, she is close with the princess, and much of her time before the Calamity was spent worrying over her.

Riju Gerudo Barbarian/Rogue (Tears of the Kingdom) Though somewhat insecure with her own right to lead her people, Riju is every bit the wise and kind leader that her grandmother was, and just as skilled a warrior. Despite the cool and aloof facade she puts on with her people, she is still a child at heart.

Mineru Zonai Battle Smith Artificer (Tears of the Kingdom) Cool and aloof, and not a facade, the slender Zonai scientist is interested in all kinds of knowledge—whether they be ancient myths, or the specific structural anatomy of a robot from a far-flung era. Her studies are deep and intense and leave her laboratory dimly glowing well into the night.

King Rauru Zonai Light Domain Cleric (Tears of the Kingdom) Once the proud and kind ruler of Hyrule in the distant past, Raura was gifted with incredible power and master of light itself. He stood as a beacon of goodness and right for those who lived in Hyrule, and despite his own humility, many in his time revered him as a god.

Queen Sonia Hylian Order Domain Cleric (Tears of the Kingdom) Sweet and kind would be the words to describe Sonia, the first of Hyrule's queens. A gentle soul who would never harm another, she always sought peace, and did her best to lead her people by her example. When war arose, though, she found herself outmatched...

Twinrova Gerudo Genie Warlock (Ocarina of Time) Born from the fused Twinrova witches, Twinrova is a powerful Gerudo witch bound in service to her master and king, Ganon. Dark and sadistic, her mastery of fire and ice spells are unrivaled, and she stands against any who would seek to lay low her king. It is unclear if the transformation is temporary, or if Twinrova is truly her own self.

#brewery tour (important posts)#the never ending cycle (legend of zelda au)

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indirecticn · 1 year ago

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ROBIN HOOD AU HC:

Asgard never left Midgard and kept a heavy presence there beyond the age of the vikings.

As such, most of the monarchies served by Asgard's pleasure. Skirmishes between nations were considered only when they began to truly encompass a global footprint. Such things were then brought under the eye of Asgard who would ultimately back a ruler or.. be the reason an empire fell.

Most historical things that happened still did but maybe SLIGHTLY different and could always be traced back to influences by Asgard. Please note that it was likely the gross ass n/zis thought they would be favored and were VERY VERY WRONG and Asgard entered the war with America which ended it all VERY quickly.

Asgardians and Vanir are considered a higher class of being and thus are often in roles of higher regard even when said roles are on Midgard proper.

After the second world war the grip on the world got tighter as Odin was tired of these global wars. The division between classes became pretty noticeable, with those heavily supportive of Asgard gaining the most favor and aiding in keeping certain Vanir and Asgardian politicians in power by the means of popular opinion.

(Aka "i should KEEP running this country, your majesty, the people LOVE me" and it's like, but do they really? or is it that money talks??? hmmmm.)

In the 60's a movement began called The People of the Realm Eternal, headed up by mortals and mortal mutants in particular. This movement aimed to give the power back to the mortals and supported the full withdrawal of Asgard from Midgard. It began peaceful but there are various little cells that are more violent and have caused issues.

The division between mutants and non-mutants was not nearly as big a thing in this world, but it's still mildly there.. only non-mutant asgardian supporters tend to be those that dislike the mutants, and a lot of it has to do with asgard not liking any midgardians that are powerful enough to take on asgard born warriors or even asgard's finest noble lines that have blood-lines tied all the way back to celestials.

Loki questioned the status quo way more than Thor, however did so privately out of fear of what his father would think and because he already seemed to be falling into thor's shadow, thus his rep as the trickster/god of lies, ect, was already tarnishing him bit by bit.

He did not let the Jotun in on Thor's coronation day, but rather this seemed to be done by a group of mutants intent on bringing down Asgard from the inside. However, when he went to the treasure room to stop them with his father he accidentally touched the casket of ancient winters in an attempt to wrest it away from a giant. it was then his true form was revealed.

His anger and fear brought about the truth, that he thought the PotRE were more right than not to ask for Asgard to leave midgard, given that midgard was the largest realm under their "rule" and had so many intricate cultures and kingdoms that it didn't need a single ruler to keep peace, and that all asgard was doing was keeping the more corrupt asgardians and vanir in power because odin was too blind to see it.

He learned the truth of his own parentage and thought it possible he was not abandoned but perhaps had been stolen outright, to be used as a bargaining piece in talks with Jotuns at a later time.

Before he could be exiled properly (and powers stripped) he was saved from such a fate by one of the mutants who had helped the Jotuns get into the realm... Nightcrawler. The mutant teleported Loki away and the prince was introduced to a galactic arm of The People of the Realm Eternal.

Loki eventually took up an offer to join them and was soon leading his own three-man crew that did jobs that interrupted Asgard supply lines and took it upon themselves to redistribute stolen wealth of the upper class.

The crew consists of Loki Laufeyson (a prince either which way it's looked at but he never uses the title), Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler, Valkyrie, and Remy LeBeau aka Gambit.

#hc #robin hood au #a LOT is up in the air and easily changed #and quite a bit is also for dr-foster to build upon as she sees fit!

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disillusioned-phantasma · 1 year ago

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For kitsune in this AU, their tails are a measure of their “spiritual” strength. If oni are physically strong, you can think of “spiritual” strength as something like magical ability! The difference between the Strength stat and the Magic stat, if you will.

Nine tails is the max for a kitsune, which makes Cater... ridiculously strong. It’s a character with their level maxed out--it’s nuts. Kitsune with nine tails are also extremely uncommon, since getting to that level of strength takes ages. Having Cater around as your familiar is crazy!

(As a fun little side detail, Cater is still the youngest of two older sisters. Those two sisters are nine-tailed kitsune themselves, with plenty of stories about them. Since he used to get taken along their adventures all the time, he built up a lot of power in a pretty short time, making him the youngest nine-tailed kitsune that ever was... But he’s still old compared to the fresh faces of the mountain.)

Kitsune in general are simply regular foxes who have exceeded their normal lifespan and have gained enough spiritual strength to become youkai. In order to gain tails, they typically travel the lands and absorb power from all sorts of places. The Heartslabyul building helps them out in this respect too, as they send foxes out on errands for gods and such. As the name “spiritual strength” sounds, it has to do with spirit! Which means kitsune need to have strong minds--and also literally absorb wandering souls.

They usually get hunted down if they actively harvest souls from living bodies though, by hunters or fellow youkai for causing trouble, so the smarter ones tend to lay low for centuries and slowly work their way up! Ace has to work hard!

(The desperation of the Ace with five tails… has 500 years really passed since your death? Do you think he managed to wait that long to accumulate more power? He was willing to do whatever it took to find you, to bring you home… What do you think? He is your familiar. Wouldn’t you know best?)

If you worry about the state of the world’s balance because a kitsune has to absorb souls to become powerful--have no fear. Once a kitsune passes away, through natural or unnatural cases, the souls they’ve absorbed will naturally return to the world. Of course, there are cases where a kitsune’s grudge or lingering regrets are so strong, that their power persists even after death. In those cases, please leave it up to youkai hunters and affiliated groups!

Moving on, a kitsune’s abilities are rather diverse. They’re quite powerful, so the amount of things they’re capable of are numerous! They primarily and normally specialize in deception... or in other words, illusions. Their trickery is well-known in many tales, after all! Cater and Ace are also exceptional liars and tricksters, although if you have one lying, the other will be able to tell.

Which brings us to another skill--lie detection. It’s not a very flashy skill, nor will you be able to tell they’re using it, but it’s always in use. This is more of an innate ability that gets more and more accurate the stronger they get. From being able to get the general feeling that you’re being dishonest to pinpointing exactly what you’re lying about... It’s best to be honest to a kitsune. Although, if you need them to back you up while you make up a lie, they’re more than happy to assist you! Just don’t lie to them, okay? If you have to lie, let’s do it together.

(Not that they’re that upset you lied to them. But they just can’t take your word for granted now, you know? If you’re lying to them, then you’re fine with them lying to you too, right? Not that it’ll matter for long. Whatever you’re lying about, they’ll find out the truth soon enough. Then you won’t have any other choice but to let them help you with covering it up!)

Another skill kitsune possess is the ability to create “gates”. It’s essentially a teleportation ability, though they can only go to places they’ve been before. This skill changes in scale the stronger the kitsune is! It goes from only being able to move themselves to being able to move entire buildings with everything and everyone inside of it. Ace specializes in this, in fact, he’s way better at this then illusions, which is Cater’s specialty.

Ace is a bit of an oddball among kitsune, as he’s poured his everything into making “gates”. Eventually, his research came to fruition, when he manages to create a “gate” to a whole other world, a place he’s never been... A feat no other kitsune can boast. He doesn’t think it too impressive, though. After all, where he was making a “gate” to was “to your side”. And he knows that spot perfectly well.

Cater’s tails may be soft and warm, but they’re also pretty strong! He can carry you in them, if you’d like! It’s also a good hiding spot.

(under the cut: details about kitsune!)

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