#user: volcano.

[savanir]

The Consequences

The comforting ticking of clocks fills the air, Danny cannot help himself but look at the many gigantic gears working in tandem each time that he pays Clockwork’s tower a visit.

“Alright, I’m here” Danny waves the green post it note around.

“Good,” Clockwork appears and gestures to an open door, “there is something I wish to show you, come”

Danny follows Clockwork into the room that appears to be an infinitely stretching hallway both left and right from him with the two of them in what he must assume must be the middle.

The young ghost takes a moment to process this and comes to the conclusion that this is just typical Infinite Realms ghost bullshit because clearly, logically, this is impossible.

There is a line on the hallway wall.

“Okay, what am I looking at”

“Time”

Danny takes a long deep breath of air before exaggeratingly rolling his eyes and giving Clockwork bombastic side eye, which the guy very rudely ignores.

“can you please be a little less vague Clockwork…”

the older ghost who has shifted into the appearance of a child grins at him, “very well, this line represents here, you could say it’s ‘my’ time.” a line which would sound ominous as hell if it were said by anyone other than the Ancient of Time itself.

“Did you call me here to tell me more about yourself” Danny quickly looks from Clockwork to the very important line and then quickly back to Clockwork  “is this a bonding thing, are we ghost bonding? Do you show this to all your favorite ghosts?”

“Daniel” Clockwork has shifted to his elderly form.

Danny rubs the back of his neck, "It's really cool- in a way. I kinda do feel like there is more to it though.” It’s also a little underwhelming, just a infinitely stretching dark grey stone hallway with a line on the wall, He’d expect Clockworks time to be… well… okay, so he’s got no clue what he was expecting Clockwork’s time to look like but it wasn’t this.

One thing is for sure though, Danny is no longer thinking about touching the Time Line.

“you would be correct,” Clockwork has shifted to his adult form, “let’s get back on track, the reason why I am showing you this is this discoloration over here” Clockwork gestures where to look with his staff.

“the blackish bit?”

“Correct, this is what I like to call missing time” Clockwork huffs, “I used to not mind it, but times have changed” he’s got the young king to be to worry about now.

Danny is somewhat startled while taking a closer look at the small black bit of the time line, “you’re missing time!? … please do not ask me to go find it for you”

Clockwork chuckles, “no there is no need, I know quite well where it is.” then it’s not actually missing is it?

“alright uh… I’ll just ask- What happens when you’re missing time, do you just… black out? orrrr, like, just what’s going on here”

Child Clockwork starts to explain, “During that period the Infinite Realms will move without me.”

Adult Clockwork continues, “from what I have learned of these events in the past it’s safe to say something will soon happen in this section of the realms, something big and dangerous, the tower is protected against these events- by going into a form of stasis.”

Elderly Clockwork finishes, “like I said, in the past this was of no concern of mine, the tower functions as intended, preserving me and time itself as it should, but I worry for you Daniel.”

“I’ve called you here to warn you, mayhap you could find out what this danger is, not to prevent it, but to ensure you yourself will not get hurt.” preventing it is sadly no longer possible. with the dark coloration on the wall the event happening is all but set in stone.

“can’t you look forward to see what it is? or maybe give me a hint or something?”

“sadly not, for me the time is wholly missing, in the sense that it will happen, and so in a way has already happened, which means-” Danny quickly waves his arm around to prevent Clockwork from going into a time tangent and give him a legendary headache, “-which means you will not be able to help me now, or during, or after. I understand.” the boy then sighs, “I’ll look into it I guess”

“Be careful” Clockwork says gravely in his adult form.

Danny nods, and deep in his core he can feel the unspoken please.

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The young halfa really does try to figure out what might happen, what might be wrong, but it is incredibly hard when you have no clues what so ever.

Time passes, life goes on as usual- as it always does.

And then it starts.

Ripples go through the realms, an oppressive pressure building up. minor shades and blob ghosts scatter darting in every direction as long as it’s away from the perceived threat.

Not long after that there is strange crackling and rumbling, artifacts start behaving weirdly, powering up rapidly.

Walker’s prison becomes a fortress that he’s quickly losing control over locking everything and anything down tight.

Both Skulker’s and Undergrowth’s domains life grows rapidly. And although Undergrowth doesn’t mind Skulker certainly does, his jungle is his hunting playground, not the other way around! And that wouldn’t even be that much of a problem if his suit wasn’t completely on the fritz.

Desiree hides herself away deeply in her haunt, frightful of her own powers going absolutely haywire with every wish she grants, usually she enjoys the chaos- but this is rapidly getting out of hand.

Clockwork manages to catch Pariah’s keep going into its own magical automated lockdown before his tower does the same in its own way.

More and more ghosts decide to evacuate away from this corner of the realms, opting to temporarily stay somewhere else and return once whatever this mess is is over.

While all that is going on in the realms outside in the realm of the living Danny still has no clue what’s going on but his powers are freaking out more and more and he’s very glad that there are no ghost attacks because he’s not sure what will happen if he actually has to put some power in his abilities.

For now he’s simply not using them, instead deciding that while this is going on he’s just a regular living human boy with no special gifts, and you know, maybe it’ll all just blow over on its own and settle down.

So far any attempts on Team Phantom’s end to figure out what the hell is going on in the realms has led to nothing. They can obviously detect the surges of power slamming through the zone but they can’t find the origin. 

The best they have got so far is that whatever it is has something to do with leylines. a suggestion brought up by Sam after Tucker mapped out some of the ripples and Sam recognized some of the shapes from her occult witchy books.

This sadly didn’t answer much and honestly only made Danny go, “This better not be some culty bullshit then”

and Tucker hissing, “bro don’t jinx it!”

When it all comes to a head it was just a normal average school day. After hearing them all out Jazz decided that the best course of action was to lock the doors of the portal just in case, and look further into ley lines later that day.

English class had a little outing planned, the whole class went on a short trip out of the city and into the forest for a special assignment.

Mr Lancer told them to find a scenery there that would inspire them, take a picture, and then write three pieces about it of various word counts, this was to teach them about word use and what not. Just regular shit, Danny wasn’t paying that much attention.

while trudging around in the woods, trying to avoid Dash and Kwan and find something to photograph does he feel it. It’s like his entire skeleton freezes over, a thin layer of frost over his entire insides that shatters right after.

Tucker yelps, “Danny what the hell was that!?”

Danny slaps his hands over his mouth, “I think that was my ghost sense? but like insane?”

“what”

Then a small portal opens and a tiny green blur speeds out and crashes right into Danny’s chest.

Danny can’t help but catch whatever it is and he quickly identifies it as Cujo when he can take a proper look.

The poor thing is shivering and whining and abrasions on his paws quickly clue the gang in that the little dog is hurt.

“Jezus, what happened to him?” asks Sam looking worried for the little guy.

Cujo whines and burrows down Danny’s jacket and into Danny's shirt, by now the A listers as well as Valerie have noticed something weird is going on. 

once Valerie recognizes the puppy butt going down Danny’s shirt does she shout, “that vile beast! Let me at them! Don’t worry Danny I have something that will deal with that thing real fast, just stand still!”

Sam immediately jumps in front of Danny to shield him and Cujo.

“Uhm, that’s a puppy,” says Paulina derisively while Star next to her starts to coo as Cujo’s small head pops up from Danny’s neckline, snuggled in fully and clearly content to be and stay right where he is.

"Sooooo cute!” Star just wants to snuggle it, if only all ghosts were adorable little animals, then the whole ghost thing all the time wouldn’t be nearly so annoying.

“That thing is evil,” Valerie fumes.

“It’s a fucking puppy, Gray. What the hell is your damage” Paulina and Valerie viciously verbally tear into each other and Sam hates to admit it but she’s really glad for Paulina’s redirection of Val’s ire.

because she’s right, Cujo is just a puppy.

Mr. Lancer shows up noticing the commotion and increasing volume of Valerie and Paulina’s now borderline screaming match to put an end to all that.

And it’s right then, right when everyone is fully distracted that a flash happens in the distance quickly followed by a tremor through that they can feel in the ground.

Then the sound reaches them, a loud boom and right after dark clouds quickly rise up in the distance where the flash originated.

All of it happens incredibly fast but right after Mr. Lancer wastes no time to round them all up and head back to the meeting point

“Holy shit that came from Amity”

“Did the town blow up?!”

“I’m texting my parents”

"Hi? mom? Are you okay? yeah? what the fuck happened!?”

dread pools in Danny’s stomach, it grows heavier as he gets no response, it does not lift even slightly through Mr. Lancer’s general reassurances to the whole class, holding Cujo tightly to his chest helps a little, but the frantic feeling keeps surging through his body as the whole class gets into the bus to head back home.

Back in Amity it’s just chaos, police sirens, fire fighters, people out on the street, for once there are no ghost warnings blaring and it’s all the stranger for it, all the more worrying.

This isn’t a ghost attack, this is a normal explosion, and it’s so much worse because of it.

Everyone is used to ghost attacks, they aren’t used to normal explosions.

Once back in Amity things get a bit blurry for Danny, he vaguely remembers school, there was a lot of rushing of people, he vividly remembers constantly trying to contact his parents and Jazz and being incredibly worried and frustrated that they aren’t responding to anything.

He very clearly remembers that Mr. Lancer was there through all of it, when everyone else got picked up, Danny remembers both Sam and Tucker not wanting to leave him and go with their parents, but he’d… well there wasn’t really…

things stopped making sense when the police showed up specifically for him. 

After that it was all just one big dark smear.

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The street is pulverized, his house and those adjacent to it are reduced to rubble.

The other buildings are badly damaged enough that the people have to be relocated until repairs are completed and they are confirmed to be safe, for the ones closest to the explosion there is a high likelihood that the structural integrity is compromised. 

They might need to be torn down as well if that’s the case.

All the windows are smashed in a very wide radius around the initial point of the explosion, overall the scene looks like… like something out of a war documentary.

Danny doesn’t get to see much of that though, he’s put in a meeting room, or office, with some things to snack on and water to drink, both untouched, and Cujo in his lap.

The basement exploded, well, the lab or even more specifically, the portal exploded. But the local authorities don’t know about all that stuff so for them right now it’s just the basement.

And seeing as there is honestly nothing left, it's very possible that they are never going to realize there was a gateway to the realm of the dead under that house in the first place.

His mom and dad are… gone, as well as Jazz, she was most likely upstairs- studying.

Danny swallows and holds Cujo closer, nobody has bothered him about the ghost dog, everyone is just treating the little guy like a regular dog, Danny would appreciate it if he wasn’t completely numb.

He’s trying very hard to just keep it all together and not start spiraling cause this is all very painfully familiar, explosion, death, they are contacting Vlad, it’s taking really long.

But from this point forward he’s going to have to do everything in his power to not slip, this is it. He can’t afford- Cause Clockwork isn’t availa- is that it? 

Is all this caused by the mess in the realms!?

Now Danny has to fight the thoughts that he should have done more, taken it more seriously, researched harder, he’d gotten an on time proper and clear warning for fucks sake! Why didn’t he- Why didn’t he-!?

But he did didn’t he? There was basically nothing to go off of, he tried really hard with the tools that he had and he had been making progress, it just wasn’t enough, he didn’t- couldn’t figure it out on time, and-

Why is it taking so damn long to contact Vlad and get this nightmare fully going he wants out of this room it’s getting suffocating!

The door opens, the nice sounding lady regretfully informs him that there seems to be more bad news, she brings it very gently and carefully, most likely trying to not re traumatize him again.

But it comes down to this, Vlad’s estate has blown up as well and nobody knows where he is, they haven’t found, ahem, him yet.

Danny swallows, that’s not how this is supposed to go.

“You think Vlad is dead?” he stammers out.

“We-” she starts clearly thinking very hard about how to word this, “Right now he’s considered missing, I’m afraid that any attempts to reach him hasn’t been answered but search and rescue-”

Danny blinks, he knows Vlad’s phone just has reception in the zone, and something as a portal explosion wouldn’t take him out, the guy should be chomping at the bit to come and get him. So he’s… incapacitated.

“-however, in the meantime the Foley’s have generously accepted to temporarily take you in, I have heard you are good friends with their son Tucker so-”

Danny perks up a little, and Cujo sleepily snuffles before settling in again, “that sounds good, as much as anything can sound good right about now”

The lady tries to hide her wince and gives him a pitying smile instead, both suck.

The next thing Danny knows he’s wrapped up in a tight hug by his best friend.

“You’ll get through this man, we’re here for you, Sam is in spirit here with us right now, if you’re very quiet you can hear her furious yelling at her parents to let her go so she can hug you too”

Danny gives him a watery laugh, “thanks, I just- fuck”

“yeah… yeah”

it’s bad, but it’s not like that time with Nasty Burger, he’s still got Sam and Tucker, Mr. Lancer too, who is certainly not stopping checking in with Danny either.

And Vlad is missing.

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The zone is a mess, it’s also devoid of life, more than usual, devoid of unlife might be a better way to put it? 

Suddenly tracing the point where this mess came from is a lot easier, Sam came with the idea that the one or ones or thing or whatever that started all this probably did something to hide what they were doing.

They go past Clockworks tower, still encased in a perfect time still bubble, seeing none of the outer gears move even an inch is rather unnerving.

eventually they reach a gigantic neon green flaming crack in reality, or at least that’s what it looks like. 

with Cujo’s aid they move back into the living world somewhat to the right of the reality tear.

It turns out that on the living side of things the tear is a big erupting neon green magma spewing volcano.

By Danny’s estimates the green is ecto adjacent but feels horrible wrong.

“so this volcano was connected to the realms somehow and when it erupted…” Sam shivers, “so natural disaster?”

Tucker looks from his PDA trying to make sense of the ecto energy readings and the still spewing volcano, “there is no seismic activity here, that volcano was dead, something triggered it”

“or someone” hisses Danny, “I’ll have a closer look around as Phantom, do not hesitate to contact me if you see someone or something” 

Sam and Tucker both agree and Danny transforms and heads into the volcano.

the place is… weird, there are ruins, and some ritualistic areas, there is a huge mostly destroyed pool where new debris occasionally still falls into, causing a new explosion, Danny takes a few samples of the stuff in the pool to investigate later, cause even though it’s the same toxic green it’s clearly different from the stuff the volcano is spewing into the air.

Then he makes a quick sweep through the underground caverns and stumbles upon a sight he was not expecting.

Unconscious Vlad. Though upon closer inspection it’s revealed to Danny he’s very cold and stiff, so properly dead Vlad. 

The idea is… ridiculous.

So is that it then? Vlad found some neat new place to fuck around with shit he shouldn’t and he found out in the most explosive way possible, and now there is some manner of ecto volcano or whatever, though probably not cause it just doesn’t feel like ecto… But anyway it all exploded in Vlad’s face and he died and caused another Pariah Dark level event through the Realms and somehow managed to also kill Danny’s parents and Jazz while he was at it.

Danny lifts Vlad’s corpse up and takes him with him to Sam and Tucker. Whatever happened down there happened, but Vlad’s corpse doesn’t deserve to just be left there to rot, just like Danny’s parents and Jazz, he didn’t deserve to die (fully).

Sam and Tucker startle violently when he carefully lays his body down nearby.

“Ancients! is he-” Sam takes a hesitating step forward

“I don’t sense anything from him anymore, like, there is supposed to be something there and there just isn’t so…”

“fucking hell” Tucker wipes a head over his face, “can we- I would really like to go home now, I think I’ve gotten enough of this place”

The trio agrees and after some back and forth they have decided that Danny will put Vlad’s corpse in a not yet combed through section of his estate. Search and rescue will find his body, and then… uhhh…

“I worry about everything after that when we get there, alright?” Danny says, and that’s that.

It feels… wrong, but none of them can come up with a better plan so…

It’s not long the next day that the same nice lady contacts Danny about Vlad.

Danny was expecting that. 

What he wasn’t expecting was that eventually in that conversation a whole new bomb got dropped on him.

Because apparently Vlad has registered him as his heir, as in like heir to Dalv.co

And heir to a lot of money.

Time passes, the world is in magical chaos, the Justice League is solving it. Danny isn’t involved in any of it. 

He just had a funeral and is now looking at the graves of his parents and his sister, and a little bit over there is Vlad.

Cujo is still with him, the little guy seems to have decided that he’s just not going anywhere without Danny so he has a dog now, he’s always wanted a dog.

There is a man a respectful distance behind him, apparently that’s Vlad’s butler, his butler now, since when did Vlad have a butler? Danny cannot remember there being a butler the last time he was forced to go to Vlad’s creepy mansion.

It’s starting to rain.

“Master Daniel,” oh no, he’s going to have to put an end to that right away.

Danny turns and takes a step to the guy, “please call me Danny”

“time stop”

Danny startles as everything around him stops moving, rain drops freezing in place.

The butler in front of him now looks a lot like Clockwork.

“First I want to give you my condolences, I am very sorry for your loss Danny” Clockwork looks well and truly remorseful, he’s genuine. There is a tiny part of Danny that instantly wants to rage and scream at him about the unfairness of it all. But Clockwork cannot do anything, not this time.

“And secondly,” he changes back into the very regular human butler appearance, “I’ll be around to aid you along this new path”

Danny blinks.

oh, well, okay then.

Clockwork introduces himself as Conrad W. Kronus and makes it very clear that to everyone that matters he’s always existed. 

There will be no need to worry about any paperwork or whatever, from here on out Danny will get to stay at the other estate Vlad got in Amity so he could do his Major work more easily and he’ll get to live there with his butler and his dog.

That way he can finish school in Amity Park comfortably.

There is of course still the matter of Dalv.co to worry about but Clockwork reassures him that he doesn’t have to think about any of that just yet and to focus on grieving properly instead.

He says all that while driving them home in one of Vlad’s fancy cars, Danny didn’t think the old ghost would know how to drive at all…

It’s when they arrive and Cujo jumps out of his arms to explore his new home while Clockwork goes about his own maybe butlery duties while Danny kind of just stands in the main living room that a sudden realization comes to him.

“oh- this is… I’m like Bruce Wayne now”

[fauvester]

nicktoonsunite manny physically FIGHTING the Rivera Urge to be the Most Gratuitously Romantic Partner in Any Situation

[solifloris]

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╰┈➤ ❝ CHAPTER ONE | kieran x mc!afab!reader

tags : general, no smut. canon references to first meeting. slight mentions of canon-typical violence. ~4.3k wc.

an : omg.. so... i did want to post this only once i had chapter 2 written a fair amount so that the time between the first two postings wouldn't be super far apart...... BUUUUTT........ :> happy valentine's hehe :> i just missed him lots so im dropping this before i head to sleep <3333333

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There were many things that one could do when faced with a figure, unconscious, laying at their feet.

Or beside them.

Or in front of them.

Or… one that they weren't quite aware of how they were seeing it in their general vicinity, but it was there nonetheless.

The vulnerability remained palpable. There were many, many possibilities… Ones that Kieran found himself facing, quite literally, every other hour that he peeked into the room… and every passing moment he stayed.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He looked up to see Luke absentmindedly throwing and catching an orange in the airs, feet up against the table. And despite the fact that he was playing around with that orange, he had his head tilted back, eyes to the ceiling.

Bored.

Kieran knew that tone well.

"Just… Wait it out," he shrugged, slumping down on the seat beside him.

And it wasn't as if he wasn't bored either… Again his thoughts traveled, and his brows furrowed as he looked at the sleeping figure of you still on the bed.

There were many things that one could do when faced with a figure, unconscious—laying right there.

But that was not what they had been ordered.

"Wait it out, you say, but it's already been a day and nothing!"

Luke huffed.

Kieran watched as he caught the orange and set it down on the table rather harshly, a sure sign of frustration. He got up from his chair and began to pace the room, footsteps heavy rather than light, a click of his tongue heard resounding within the walls.

"It's just! There's gotta be a lot more fun happening out in the streets, right?! And we've been stuck here all day yesterday, and I dunno if I can do that again for another—"

"But Boss told us to take care of her."

"And we are taking care of her!!!!!!!"

With an exasperated air, he threw his hands up and gestured wildly towards the blanket covering your figure. A blanket they'd put on you themselves.

And again, Kieran's eyes flitted towards you.

Sitting much closer to the bed, he could see you pretty clearly—He noted the rise and fall of your chest; the shape of your eyes, the curl of your lashes… The way, despite what you'd gone through, you looked so… peaceful.

Sound asleep.

He sighed.

People were so vulnerable when they were sleeping.

He didn't know what happened in that room; neither he nor Luke had bothered much to press Sylus himself on what exactly had happened to you. Yet, he was almost sure it wouldn't have been rainbows and sunshine, definitely not in the N109 zone… And especially not if it was anything like what he and Luke had to go through to get Sylus' attention at all.

He wondered of the luxury you had to be able to sleep this way. Were you just—naive? Confident? Not everyone could drift off to such a peaceful rest, after all. In the end, he had no means of assessing of your strength, and yet… You were the girl who'd easily drank from the black glass.

Sylus' girl.

And Sylus didn't talk much about you to them, but it was plain for anyone to see that he'd taken interest. He would think—Perhaps, a girl with little to show for herself wouldn't have caught the boss's attention like that.

"Eh, well."

Kieran stood up and stretched, ignoring the way Luke's eyes seemed to bore holes into his skull out of disappointment. "Boss's orders will stay Boss's orders. Something happens to her? You and I both know we could be in for it."

Luke scoffed.

"You're not even doing this for her."

"And why would I?"

The two looked at each other. Luke's arms crossed his chest; an action that Kieran mirrored.

Until finally, Luke looked away.

Kieran watched his gaze turn to you just as his own had done mere moments ago, and yet, this time, Luke was the one to approach your sleeping figure.

Gingerly, hesitantly, he placed the back of his hand over your forehead.

"…"

"…"

"What in the hell are you even doing."

"…. I. I dunno!!!! Don't people do this when they need to check something?! Like, come on, it can't be natural that she's been out cold this whole time!!! What'd boss even do to her?!"

"That's not our place to know!"

"But if we're supposed to take care of her—"

"Why're you so worried about her, anyway?!"

"Wh— Well! Like I said! We're taking care of her, so I might as well be concerned if— Ugh, see, Kieran, you're only doing this 'cause of what Boss ordered!"

"Well, duh?!"

Your figure stirred.

Both heads whipped around only to see that you'd turned your head to the side—

Your eyes were still closed.

Kieran couldn't tell if you were simply just that deep in your sleep that even their bickering didn't seem to bother you, or if you didn't care enough.

Still…

He stood up to sit closer next to you, his own figure peering over to look.

"She'll be fine," he mumbled. "She's a Hunter. Plus, Boss likes her. So it means something."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a little smile tugging up at Luke's lips.

"…Ah, no, you're right. He's so totally interested in her. Kept her with him for the longest time, didn't he? I thought it was just 'cause of the Aether Core and whatever gutsy thing she did back in the Nest, but… Doesn't it seem like something more to you?"

Interest.

Kieran knew this tone of his just as well as he did boredom. And it was Luke's turn to lean over and peer at your figure.

"Caught the word resonate back there," Kieran shrugged, "Think he's trying to get something out of her. But…"

The two smirked at each other.

"Ha! He likes her, huh?"

"Heh. Yeah."

They laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of it, before Luke reached out to poke at your cheek. "Okay. But she won't be sleeping forever, right? Come on. She's been unconscious for one day. We need to wake her up."

A moment of silence.

The two continued to stare at you, contemplating, lost in thought—

Ah.

A tiny little smirk played at Kieran's lips.

We just need to make things a little fun.

"Easy," he mumbled. "Just open up the back of her head." A slight shift of his arm brought out the various darts he'd spent a majority of that day making, and there in his eyes was a gleam so painfully obvious; a display of excitement that had even Luke letting out a laugh. "Drill a hole into her neck, anddd…—"

The stir of your figure cut him off. This time, you hadn't just shifted your position a little bit, but your eyes had blinked open.

The reaction was immediate.

Traces of weapons were shoved back into their sleeves as they looked at you with wide eyes, but if Kieran was expecting anything from you, then it wasn't the glare you had etched into your gaze when you looked at them. Nor was it the little bit of exhaustion visible in the way you blinked yourself into focus.

You'd been sleeping this whole time. Was it not restful…?

Slowly, Kieran took a tentative step backwards, as if to offer you some space. He could see the way your eyes settled properly on the both of them, a vague sense of recognition washing over your features—from the time they'd rescued her, no doubt. And despite the grogginess still visible on you as sleep gradually gave way to alertness, he found the tiniest smile playing on his lips before he could really stop himself.

You did wake up.

Not bad, for a Hunter.

"You two—"

A frown was on your face as you began to speak, but Luke was quick to interrupt.

"You're seeing things!"

A familiar cue.

Barely a word out of your mouth before Luke was cutting you off, and Kieran himself could have scoffed.

"I'm the only one here. There is no… 'two'."

It was almost amusing the utter confusion gracing your features, because Kieran didn't think it was possible to look so lost while simultaneously fed up with everything. He watched your eyes slowly move across the room to take in your surroundings, and he almost felt pity for you.

Almost.

"Then who's that?" Your hand raised to point directly towards him, and, perhaps the boredom truly had gotten to them.

"My soul can leave… My body!"

It wasn't the first time Kieran had been strung along with his brother's antics. His arms moved outward, shaking, convulsing as if supporting Luke's dramatics—after spending an entire day and a half doing virtually nothing but watching over you, his own movements held a certain kind of looseness as if finally tasting some sense of freedom.

He almost wanted to laugh.

Finally, something new.

Yet as he stopped the little charade, the lack of reaction from you had him immediately crossing his arms. Despite the joy of finally having someone else to toy around with—figuratively speaking—it didn't quite seemas if you were up for it.

And, sure, it might not have been the best of times to pull a joke, but he frowned nonetheless. The moment was short-lived.

"Are you stunned? Shocked?" There was a little undertone of a scoff in his voice, and when you only so much as stared back at him, he let out a huff. "Booooooringgg."

That kind of attitude was not going to fly in this place—

Or, so he thought, and so he would have said, had he not received a nudge in the arm from his brother.

Luke cleared his throat, vaguely gesturing around. It almost seemed as if the silence on your part settled an air of awkwardness around all of you, and he had to speak in an attempt to clear it. "Ahem… Hi! Before you left Boss's parlor… Well, we already met. Four days ago, to be exact."

Oh, what gives. With a barely audible sigh, Kieran looked away for a moment. "We didn't just save you from that ungrateful traitor. We also brought you back to Onychinus's base." He still remained with his arms crossed, but he took small, tentative steps forward to lean against the bedpost. This time, he looked back at you. The mere mention of that day had him clicking his tongue, and he was aware that his words just likely came off sharper than intended….

He did nothing to fix it.

"…So you want me to thank you."

Another thick veil of ice settled over the three of you. If Luke's attempt at lightening the atmosphere had succeeded for even a moment, it clearly wasn't something that lasted.

The silence spoke volumes.

"It's not that! It's just, it's dangerous in the N109 Zone! You knoww… For a Linkon girl?"

Kieran had debated many things in his head over the past couple of hours when it came to you. One, being whether or not you were worth the obvious favor that Sylus had placed upon you. Two, being whether or not you could meet the expectations of earning a favor of that sort. Three, being whether or not a girl like you could ever fit into this little bubble that the people of the city had always blatantly outcast anyway.

In the end, you were interesting, he'd give you that. The coldness in your eyes could cut the air with a knife, even moreso given that you would argue with them. And, yet… It was not he who had come to a conclusion, but—his brother. And the verdict, he knew, was that Luke would rather show concern for you than leave you to take care of yourself.

He watched the way your lips pursed into a thin line, the way your gaze shifted from a glare at him to a glare at his brother.

"Excuse me?"

"No, yeah, I mean! You're from Linkon, right? This place's just not cut out for you at all, Miss Hunter! So I'm saying we totally did you a big favor, but also, rather than thanking us, I think you should really reconside— hey! Kieran!"

With a roll of his eyes, he reached out to lightly flick the side of Luke's head. "What? At least look at the way she's glaring at you."

"Wh- I swear, I'm only trying to look out for her! Hey. Miss Hunter, listen, I'm really not trying to—!" His had turned between Kieran and you simultaneously, before he clicked his tongue and shook his head, almost as if trying to take back all he'd said.

Once more, the silence on your part was deafening.

And, yet, Kieran could understand where he was coming from.

Another once-over at your figure, and he still couldn't quite place how exactly you'd survive out there. Being a Hunter was one thing—playing around with the Nest was one thing, too. But going out there was a different thing altogether. He wouldn't have expected someone of the law to find it easy, and that was likely the guise beneath his brother's rather tactless way of putting it out there.

"Look," Luke tried again, scratching the back of his head. "We know what you're thinking. But after being hunted down in the Nest, do you know how many people are out there looking for you?"

With a tilt of his head towards the door, Kieran shrugged. "And even if you escape, you'll only get lost in the chaos of this no-man's land."

"Yeah! Wanderers will eat you up! And they won't leave behind any crumbs, sooo…"

The twins looked at each other, and a silent, split-second understanding passed through them.

Sylus told them to take care of you.

They were following orders, right?

"Stay here with our Boss!"

They chimed in unison, and Kieran nodded to himself, assured in their decisions. "Throw away all morality and compassion, and this place will be a paradise!"

It was a phrase that meant much to them, for all that it was true. Linkon and the N109 zone were different worlds to them—and two worlds didn't mix. If they would rather avoid unnecessary business in the city, then the same should be said about you.

This was enough of a test.

Because if you couldn't do it, then this place just wasn't for you at all. Kieran firmly believed that.

Your gaze shifted to the side, almost ignoring their words entirely. He couldn't tell if you cared much about what they'd said, or if you'd even processed it, but—

"Kieran, right?"

Your voice came out as a sigh.

You were looking at him.

"And, the other one is…"

Your gaze shifted, and, as if taking your acknowledgment a sign of approval, Luke excitedly drew in a breath.

"Yeah! That's Kieran, and I'm Luke! We're basically theBoss's right hand men, so, if you needanything, then you can totally ask us!"

Kieran could have facepalmed. Often, he would wonder how it was that his own twin could be as gullible as he was a menace… And, yet, something about the excitement felt contagious.

A smile peeked at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, I guess that was a little unfair. Since we knew your name and all from the start."

Again your gaze shifted to him, and for a moment, neither of you said much else.

It was a silent truce—

Kieran would have liked to believe that.

Yet his eyes took note of the tenseness in your shoulders, the way your breaths were far too deep to be completely relaxed…

"By the way," you waved a hand in the air, a motion so casual yet practiced; a motion that Kieran would have missed if he hadn't been conditioned to notice the subtleties of the people around him. Despite the calm in your voice, he knew that you were planning something. "Who's older? You two are basically identical twins."

A fleeting thought in his head: Of course. She was only seeing the masks, after all.

"Take a guess!"

"Could you come closer so I can get a better look?"

Oh.

Kieran noticed it before Luke did.

You grabbed his arm and held him close, pointing what looked to be a laser right at his neck—"Hey…! What are you doing?!"

It didn't feel like anything.

Kieran was frowning, and he couldn't feel much of any harm from you directly, but he could very well see it. Your grip around Luke was tight enough that he couldn't quite slip out of your grasp, and the red glare from the laser felt ominous enough.

"Have you ever heard of the XT-7, the Hunters Association's latest weapon?" Your voice was smug. The calm it held was different from the one you'd used just earlier—you knew you had the upper hand now. "It's a high-powered laser that can penetrate your skin and vaporize your blood. The good news is that it's painless… The bad news is that you'll be losing a lot of blood from your neck. Are you squeamish?"

Kieran had a choice to make.

The little bit of doubt in his head that had him wondering if you had the guts to do anything to Luke didn't matter—Not like this.

And, yet…

He glanced away for a moment to compose himself, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips, before taking small, steady steps towards the door. Because despite the gravity of the situation, there was something like a sense of pride swelling somewhere in his chest. He wouldn't have known if this was your answer, nor if it was enough for it to really be an answer… But he thought it again.

Not bad, for a Hunter.

With a clear of his throat, he reached behind him and turned the doorknob, effectively pushing the door open.

The mask fell, and your arms relaxed—features schooled into raised eyebrows and a mouth falling slightly open; an unabashed look of surprise.

He almost laughed.

Almost.

"Why're you staring at me? Did I say you weren't allowed to leave?"

He watched you slowly make your way over to the door—Luke still in tow—and scan the hallway outside of it.

"How do I get out of here, then?"

"Straight down the hall."

"That's it?"

"That's it." He nodded towards the door on the far end of the hall, before looking back at you. "…Your hold loosened, you know," he mumbled. "You let your guard down. Don't do that around here."

You tightened your grip around Luke in response, and, rendered largely silent and still very much threatened at the neck, he gave Kieran a look.

"Let him go. You know where the exit is, anyway."

"How do I know you're not just leading me into another trap?"

"Well, your guess is as good as mine. But how much time do you think we had if all we've been doing is watching you sleep?"

"…"

Your hand reluctantly let go of his brother, who stumbled over to his side. Something about the harshness of how you pushed him had Kieran rubbing his neck in response, but nevertheless, his attention had been steady on you.

A small smirk pushed at the corners of your lips.

"You're the younger one, aren't you, Kieran?"

A pause.

"…Well, we're identical twins. It hardly matters."

"Mm… Yeah, you're right. Maybe it doesn't, really."

He watched as you turned to Luke and promptly threw over the weapon you'd used to threaten him with, and Kieran couldn't help but scoff—Often, he would wonder how it was that his own twin could be as gullible as he was a menace.

As the two bickered lightly over the supposed weapon now confirmed to be a laser pointer, Kieran fished into his pockets to pull out the very orange that Luke had been playing with mere moments ago.

The moment you had your back turned to walk away, he lightly threw it right at you: "Heads up, Miss Hunter."

Fast reflexes.

As expected from a Hunter.

Your head turned to catch the orange right before it hit your head, but your incredulous expression had him letting out a short, sharp laugh.

"What the hell?!" you looked at the orange in your hand. "Is this your way of getting back at m—?!"

"You didn't eat yet."

You paused.

Kieran, paying no heed to the bewildered aura his own brother was emitting, merely shrugged.

"You didn't eat yet," he repeated. And it was if he'd believed that you hadn't heard him the first time, and it was something that he needed you to hear.

In a way, it was.

"… It's not even peeled."

He scoffed in response. "Like I'd do anything about that. Go ask the Boss to peel it for you if you can't do it yourself."

"You're messing with me."

"You messed with my brother."

"I didn't hurt him!"

"You hurt his pride, though…"

"Hey now!"

"…"

"… Just eat the damn orange."

"Just peel it, then!"

"No!"

—

The room felt a little less lively after that.

And, really—they could have just left.

Kieran didn't think there was any use to staying in this room longer than they'd needed to, and yet, he found himself following Luke back in, watching him stand almost dejectedly in front of the table that… well, previously hosted the orange he'd just given to you.

"I like her."

Luke's voice came cheerfully, first, breaking the little silence that had fallen upon them. When Kieran looked at him, he was standing thoughtfully by the door, chin in hand, yet his aura felt self-assured. "Yeah!" he nodded, grinning, "I like her!"

Curiously, Kieran studied him.

"You… Huh?"

"I like her! Don't you? She's so fun!"

Kieran raised an eyebrow, head tilted to the side—

But it wasn't as if he could deny it.

Still, the opinion he'd had of you from the very start didn't change very much—you were interesting. He supposed that meant he did like you.

So he shrugged, walking over to the bed you'd rested on just to fix the blanket you'd been using.

"Yeah, I guess she's fun. Didn't think she'd pull one on you, either, so that's fun!" A little smile poked at the corners of his lips, and he glanced back at his brother. "Feeling better, though? That was kinda scary."

"Well, it didn't hurt…"

A pause, and then Luke looked away.

"Eh, we've been through far worse," he mumbled. "Not something we need ice for, anyway. At least it wasn't the XT-7…" His voice trailed off for a moment, before he glanced back. "Could'a lost you, too, then."

"Uh? I'd be losing you first?" Kieran frowned, and it was almost his immediate instinct to change the subject. "Whatever, man, you were totally gullible with her either way."

"Well! She wanted to get to know us a lil better! Just—"

Luke crossed his arms, peering at Kieran as he moved from the bed and closer to his side.

"What?"

"Just… Aren't you happy we have someone new to hang with now?"

"Never said I wasn't…"

"It's cool playing with Mephisto, and, you know. The N109 zone is great. Awesome, even. But…"

"But it's nice to see a new face."

Kieran finished his sentence for him, and for a moment, the two stood in silence next to each other.

"I get it," Kieran mumbled. He moved to lean against the nearby wall, crossing his arms to mirror Luke's stance. "It's like it's been just us for so long, that it's pretty interesting to have her stay onboard for the time that she's here."

Luke laughed. "Yeah! I mean, think about it. We'd get to mess with her too!"

"She'd get to mess with us, too."

"And it'll be funnn!" Luke's eyes nearly sparkled with excitement at the mere thought of it, and then he nudged Kieran with a grin. "Hey. You think Boss'll keep her around here for a while? Oh, man. He's totally going to, right? Then that means…!"

"Yeah, I'll bet. No way is he letting go of her. You know, Boss has always seemed a little lonely… At least we have each other, but, he…"

"…Yeah. Sucks to be him sometimes. Maybe it's 'cause he's got all this crazy power, you know?"

"Like no one really gets all that close."

Another pause.

And this time Kieran shook his head, watching Luke do a little stretch where he stood, before placing his hands in his pockets.

"I was totally going to eat that orange, by the way," he gave Kieran a look. "So you owe me. And you knew I was hungry."

"There's literally a whole ass chef in the kitchen. We've tons of oranges."

"But that was the orange we had here!"

Kieran rolled his eyes, offering Luke a shooing motion, as if telling him to leave first. "Whatever. We're free now, so let's go steal some food outside or something so you'll feel better."

A pause, and then—

Three taps.

Tap - tap - tap.

Two fingers over the top of his head, short and light—something that only Kieran could have understood from his brother.

Three taps.

Kieran smiled a little at the gesture. "What was that for?"

"Hehe, nothing. Just... relax, 'kay? I'm a-okay. Nothing happened to either of us, we're fine."

His eyes widened. "Huh? I… wasn't…"

But his own voice trailed off, and he caught the way it was Luke's turn, this time, to roll his eyes.

"Pshhh. As if you can lie to me. You worry too much, Kie. I'm the older one, so leave the worrying to me."

"…"

And as Kieran watched as Luke sauntered out the door first, yelling something about "Finally having a real taste of freedom after so long!", he felt his shoulders relax.

Luke knew him too well. And although it had always been that way, and they never truly had much of a choice—it was still the truth.

Kieran glanced behind him. A small, lone pearl earring stood out on the carpet floor, and he bent down to pick it up.

A moment or two passed—

He placed it neatly in his pocket before leaving the room.

an : i promise if i wasnt sick id be finishing off ch2 Immediately 😵‍💫 but i hope everyone has a lovely valentine's~

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[jellydragons]

wait YOURE THR ONE WHO WROTE YOUNG VOLCANOES????????????? IT ONLY JUST CLICKED WHY AM I SO STUPID???????? THATS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FICS EVER I RECOMMEND IT TO EVERYONE??????? OHHH MY GOD??????

i’m legit struggling to work out how to respond to this lol - like every time i read it i get all giggly and flustered and lose all ability to articulate Words And Such, so now i’m just left making vague gestures and incomprehensible noises of flattered delight and vague mortification at the Being Perceived. aka i keep forgetting that whoopsie doo! turns out people do in fact. y’know. Read Things I Have Written and also Remember Those Things Exist. funny that!

anyways, yeag i wrote that one 🥰 it’s actually one of the fics that i’m the most proud of ngl, like i’m really pleased how it turned out overall :) it’s definitely one of the ones that i go back and reread semi-frequently lmao

the point IS, i’m glad you like it 🥰🥰🥰 i’m INCREDIBLY flattered and absolutely gonna be riding this high for at minimum a solid week 👍

[sillysnack]

put saiki kusuo in bsd yokohama and the bsd cast will be questioning their whole lives.

[racciimy]

This is the funniest thing to happen to me in a while

[maudit-innocent]

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[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Oh yeah, and I should try to find a Walmart wherever it is I go. Maybe a Target? A Costco? A Home Depot? Goodwill has found its way to Finland by now and it feels very weird whenever I see that sign lmao. I wouldn't really look for anything in these places, I think it's mostly just the atmosphere I want to experience (and Walmart apparently has greeters? Do they just chat with you? That's funny)

Honestly, some things I look forward to experiencing in the United States when I inevitably go is the normal mediocre stuff. I mean, obviously the biggest biggest things I most look forward to are the things I'll actually plan my trip around (Monterey Bay Aquarium I will see you) but I dunno, I wanna see what else there is. I want to go to a Rainforest Cafe. I want to go to a Wendy's. I want to go to a Build-A-Bear and gawk at the prices. I wonder if Applebee's knows what gluten free means

[cheriladycl01]

My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 8

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

A/N: I've brought Luisia into things because of the timeline and it being 2021. Don't hate on her, or the fact that i've brought her into my writing please!

Because there was a break you decided it would be best to stay away from social media and take some time for yourself. You promised your trainer you'd keep up with the healthy diet and exercises and but just wanted to get away from normality.

So you got to Heathrow with an large backpack and took the first flight leaving to Colomia. You spent the week climbing mountains in the Andes with a trusted tour guide you'd found while you were out there. Just the two of you as you didn't feel up for the big group excursions.

The man who'd walked the volcano peak with you had known who you were but kept it to himself talking about his life and what Colombia was like, which you enjoyed as you got to learn about his life and what he did.

You spent the week away from the harsh media fully diving into the South American culture and making connections all over Bogota. It was refreshing being away for an extended period of time and you felt more than ready to go back to racing.

You'd flown back home, saying a quick hello and goodbye to your parents before getting in your McLaren and driving to dover, you'd wanted to spend time getting to Hungry and drive yourself which a lot of the drivers would find incredibly bizarre as you'd be doing 6+ hours over the course of three days. Which to the average driver would seem easy but with how hot the car got and how hard it was to drive an F1 car compared to a normal car all mattered.

You’d made your way into France getting a picture on the bonnet of your car outside a random small town cafe.

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It’s been a while huh? 🤔 Gotta love a long drive to my next location 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿-> 🇭🇺

People were going crazy that you were back (fans more than anyone) and that night in your hotel room that was above the same bar you posted a photo dump from your time in Colombia.

y/user

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y/user: Colombia 🇨🇴 you have been beautiful. From the beaches, to the walks up the mountains to the locals that expressed their love and showed me their cultures and invited me into their homes … I will be revisiting! One of my favourite places in the world! 🌍🧡

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fan1: omg I’m from Colombia! How didn’t I know you were there!

landonorris: so you’ve been on holidays? 🫨

-> y/user: whilst training of course! Don’t worry I’ll get you this weekend brother 👀🧐

fan2: I love that she’s taken time for herself she looks so healthy in that photo on her story!

-> fan3: so real she’s gonna slay in Hungary 🇭🇺 roll on Qually.

-> fan4: I have a good feeling about this weekend!

luisinhaoliveira99: Ola Y/N! Pretty Pretty!

-> y/user: Ah my favrioute girl!

charlesleclerc: Driving to Hungary? Wanna divert and give me a lift.

You seen Charles comment almost instantly and everyone else had too. You messaged him as you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or not. You were more than happy to make the detour to the Meditteranean side of France. It was one of your favrioute places to drive along.

He'd messaged you back not too long after and you couldn't help the smile that came across your face when you saw the message.

Your detour took you down through France driving through Nice and straight into Monaco where you drove around the roads that you'd driven in F1 for the first time not to long ago. The thought of going back round it next year was exciting. Once you pulled up outside the casino Charles gracefully waltzed over.

"Is that all?" you also looking at the small bag he had brought with him.

"Well... you're driving a sports car darling. Despite us touring Europe in a McLaren i cannot pack my entire wardrobe!" he smiles and takes a seat next to you.

"So what route are we taking" he asks turning his face to look at you and for a second you are stuck in the moment of looking at his eyes, and how soft they are, noticing the crows feet on the sides as he smiles reminding you what a happy soul he always seems to be.

You drove off, gulping down the ache in your heart knowing it wasn't right to rush anything based on what happened in the past, but also there was something drawing you to Charles and the more he weened his way into your life the harder he became to ignore.

The route you took was interesting. You passed Monaco into Italy and continued up to Milan, across to Venice up into Austria where you headed to Vienna and then down to Budapest ready for the GP, in total with all the stops it became a 4 day drive. You'd stopped in random cities finding hotel rooms at 11 pm when either of you were too tired to drive and small restaurants in the countryside when you both got hungry. It was enjoyable, more than enjoyable really.

Spending time just the two of you away from the media was exactly what you both needed. You guys just talked without the pressure of people around and it was nice. You both had a lot to stay but strangely by the end of it, it felt like not everything had been said.

Maybe the weekend at the GP would let that string unravel a little more.

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[kwillow]

Jocosa gives her son lessons in wielding magic... though despite her best efforts, he grows up learning this particular lesson the hard way.

And, naturally, this was inspired by a question I was sent -- lore rambling below the cut.

Spells aren’t so cleanly divided into utility/combat/etc in this world. Chocodile has already made an excellent overview on how magic functions in Amaranthine, but the short of it is that a mage learn and use any type of magic, whether that be slinging lightning or moving objects or healing wounds or whatever else, but they require extensive knowledge of the forces at play, and it requires intense mental fortitude, quick calculations and precise control to wield it effectively.

Unfortunately, Theo is an inconsistent and erratic magic user. While he often uses magic for small, delicate tasks, like lighting candles or moving a book across a desk, channeling greater amounts of magic is a risky proposition. Theo's thought-scape is akin to a turbulent ocean or volcano about to erupt, and this is a detrimental quality when you need a clear, focused mind to keep your fireball in your hand instead of bursting all over your very flammable furniture.

When riled, as he would be in a combat situation, he’s as likely (or more likely) to get overloaded and immolate himself as he is his opponent. He has no compunctions about using magic for combat, in fact he'd relish the opportunity to use his innate "superiority" as a weapon against his "lessers" but it would be dangerous for him to try (which isn’t to say he wouldn’t attempt it out of desperation or impulsivity, but he'll suffer for it). After implanting the catalyst stone into his hand, his power is amplified -- but not his control. It might be safer for him to stick with weaponized pens.

The exception to Theo's issues with controlling magic is healing magic, which has become his specialty for good or for ill (ironically, more for ill). He wishes he could pluck the strings of pure magic, playing it like a harp as beautifully as his mother did, but for the life of him, he can’t seem to elevate himself above the crude matter of blood and bone.

[delirious-donna]

I Will Possess Your Heart [Nanami Kento]

an: I started thinking about Curse User!Higuruma and naturally that led to me writing... Curse User!Nanami (why am I like this?). I haven't explored this AU for him before so please be kind <3

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: dub-con (reader is willing but the warning is there so take it how you wish), Curse User AU, slight yandere behaviours, toxic traits, spanking (with open palm), unprotected sex, thoughts of baby trapping, breeding kink

Masterlist

For weeks you had been on edge. Conscious of the impossible presence that seemed to lurk in every shadowy recess, the malicious whisper of laughter on every breath of wind and the scent of someone who was long gone. Were you afraid? You should be, but you weren’t. 

In the back of your mind, if the faint traces of Cursed Energy that you sensed before disappearing as quickly as they emerged were real, it meant that he wasn’t dead, that he hadn’t been captured and executed as you had been informed.

Satoru swore he was dead, that you should put him out of your mind and move on. Especially after his betrayal, after his bloody rampage that took out more sorcerers from the three big families than any Curse User in the past twenty years. Yet, you loved him. Grew up standing right beside him until… 

Kento snapped.

You shook off the feeling of unease that had followed you around all day like a personal spectre, finally kindling the sense of security that came with approaching your apartment. It was new to you, decked out in the highest-grade security equipment that money—specifically Jujutsu High’s money—could buy.

Whilst it didn’t quite feel like home, at least you were protected. You waved at the guard posted in the entrance hall, smiling when they blushed and turned their eyes from you, a scowl creasing their brow. Shaking your head in humorous exasperation, you travelled the remaining distance to your front door with the tension of the day melting from your shoulders.

Little did you realise that the precious bubble of safety you believed yourself to be protected by was about to pop like a thorn piercing an overinflated balloon. 

Kento observed from the shadows, watching, seething. They’d moved you. Lied to you. Kept his name from caressing your tongue, and he had more than had enough. He hated the games played by the higher-ups of the Jujutsu world, hated the politics and strategic alliances of the big three families which were no more than thinly veiled facades to cover the knife in the back that was around every corner. Power play far worse than the corporate drudgery he had tried to escape to, though he was ashamed to admit how long it took for him to finally open his eyes to it all.

They deserved what had transpired. He would ensure that the pain he inflicted would only be the first taste of his retribution. Hate was too emotional a word to use for those he considered to be less than human, and it was his mission to be the one to eliminate them all. Perhaps, Suguru had been right all along.

You were the exception, the one and only person he wanted to protect from the white-hot fury that poured through his veins like magma spewing from an erupting volcano, its path steady and devastating. He was still furious, and rightly so. The second you turned your face from his, he felt the last shreds of his bruised heart wither in his chest. You turned to Satoru and Shoko instead of moving towards him. You chose to remain in a world that cast him out, that actively tried to hunt and bring him down. 

He refused to believe that you had picked them over him. No. You were bewitched by the six eyes, hoodwinked by a false narrative that they were the good ones, and he was the monster. Kento couldn’t blame you, he had believed the lies for just as long and it was only now that he stood on the outside, peering in, that he could recognise the lies for what they were. 

It would be okay. He would enlighten you. After he punished you.

The front door unlocked with a quiet snick; the interior bathed in cool darkness that held no hint of the impending situation. Your fingers instinctively found the light switch, flicking it once and then twice when the bulb didn’t flare to life as it should. Click click click. Had there been a power outage? No, the neighbouring apartments were as well-lit as normal. 

Something crunched underfoot when you stepped deeper into your apartment, and that was when you realised the trap you had fallen into. Only then did your nose inhale the warm scent which had plagued you for all these long weeks, the rich aroma of expensive coffee mixed with leather and spices you couldn’t name. Only now did it intertwine with coppery, bitter notes of blood and the unforgettable reek of death. An impossibly hard body slammed into your back, sending you tumbling forward and only just catching yourself before your knees slammed into what you now knew was the broken glass of the bulb above.

The bodily contact lasted all of one second before he disappeared again. Your eyes had yet to adjust to the pure darkness that no longer felt comforting, and fear kept you from bathing yourself in the brilliance of your Cursed Energy, certain it would only help him target you all the quicker. Instead, you slapped a hand over your mouth to silence the sound of your breathing, crouching into a defensive position and fumbling forward. You weren’t as intimately familiar with the layout of this apartment as you were with the one you had lived in prior. All you could do was control the pulse of fear thrumming through your body and ignore the competing reaction that spoke of hungry anticipation. 

Kento smirked, head canting sideways whilst he watched you flail pathetically. If you wanted him dead, then he would already be a corpse on the floor, but that would never be the case, would it? His eyes had long adjusted to the absence of light, gaze following you around the room as you bumped into furniture and flinched at every touch. He could smell the terror escaping your pores. He could almost taste the frantic beat of your pulse on his tongue. Patience wasn’t a new concept to him, but right now... he found his fingers flexed deep into his thighs.

He waited until the kitchen island was at your back, stepping with silent footsteps around you and leaning back against the granite. You moved in a slow, perfect circle with your arm outstretched. Your fingertips came within an inch of grazing his abdomen, but alas, his calculations were as perfect as ever. When your back was to him once more, both arms shot out to tug you with one forceful effort into his chest. You struggled; arms pinned by your sides, but his hold was impenetrable as it always had been.

“Kento?” 

Kento laughed and even to his ear it sounded cold and devoid of emotion. “A silly question,” he answered. His voice was rough, unused for many days and the effect resulted in a ripple of something unspeakable down your spine, dripping—dripping—until you swallowed harshly and tried to twist your head around to see him.

“I think not... that luxury will be earned. I didn’t take you for such a silly girl,” Kento mocked, tightening his hold on your biceps until you squirmed in painful discomfort. “But then again, I didn’t take you for someone who would abandon me, and I was proven wrong there.”

You felt the temperature of his body skyrocket. His essence crept into you in every imaginable way, tendrils of his fiery anger licked against your bones and whilst you wanted to sob at this unexpected reunion, the rational part of your brain roared to life. He left you! He abandoned his friends and colleagues. He broke the hearts of the students who looked up to him, and yours... your heart hadn’t even begun to mend. The relief you should have felt for knowing what that poor shell of a heart had done all along, that he wasn’t dead, was a secondary reaction.

“I didn’t abandon you. How dare you say that... I thought you were dead!” 

“Did you now? I guess I should add stupid to your list of transgressions, or perhaps gullible would be more fitting. Since when did you take everything the six eyes tells you as gospel?” Kento gripped your chin with finger and thumb, the scent of his skin so close to your nose that the salty tang invaded effortlessly. With one fluid movement, he wrenched your head around and pressed a hot kiss to your lips.

The action was so unexpected that you gasped into the depths of his mouth, lips parted in surprise and Kento refused to miss the opportunity to let his tongue curl past your teeth and stroke along the pink muscle he had long admired and desired above all else. He tasted like coffee, nothing to be surprised by, given his penchant for the most expensive French roast. What did blindside you, aside from the kiss itself, was the sweet caramel that chased those bitter notes. Even now, the mellow caramel burst upon your tastebuds and brought an abundance of saliva to your mouth. The kiss was heady, all teeth and tongues, until it ended abruptly, and you were shoved forward.

It was a well-aimed push to propel you over the seat of the kitchen stool, and he smiled when he heard the air knock loose from your lungs. Before you could brace your arms onto the plush leather padding and try to stand, he moved up and let his heavy palm rest at the back of your neck, squeezing firmly. “Hold onto the legs of the stool, let’s see if you can redeem yourself.”

Did you wish to redeem yourself? Did you even believe you had anything to atone for? Shockingly, your hands trailed lower until your fingers curled around the cool brushed metal. Your heart was in your throat. Tears threatened to sting your eyes but only the desire to grit your teeth and prove that you were still the woman he had once trusted above all others outweighed your loyalty to the people trying to protect you. Keeping you in the dark was no protection, it was no life to lead when the man at your back no longer looked upon you with that crinkle of warm hazel eyes that you loved.

“There’s a good girl. I knew you’d come around to my way of thinking with the right incentive,” he cooed whilst leaning over the curve of your spine and planting one wet kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder. With his lips so close to your ear, a rumble of laughter was followed by words you never dreamed of hearing from him. “Imagine how receptive you’ll be when I fit my cock in your pretty little cunt.” 

Happy with your position, and certain you weren’t going to go crashing to the floor, he let his hand loosen from your neck and traversed the path of your spine. His fingertips grazed over every bump and ridge beneath the thin material of your blouse until his palm found your backside. He pawed at you once, filling his broad hand with the meat of you and imagining himself doing this to you on both sides without the barrier of clothing in his way whilst his heavy cock sawed between the cleft of your cheeks. There would be time for that, all the time in the world if he had his way.

Your eyes had finally adjusted to the lack of light, the shapes of your apartment now visible and yet you chose to squeeze your eyes shut to it all. It heightened your remaining senses, the even breathing of your captor injected with muffled little noises of satisfaction when you complied without question. His hand rounded your hip, kneading you before searching for the button and zipper of your trousers. At that, your eyes flew open, and a startled squeak escaped your tight throat. It didn’t deter him—oh no—if anything he delighted in your reaction, slowing the descent of your zipper so that every scrape of metal against metal as the teeth released tore at your nerves until they were frayed.

“Lift,” he commanded, crouched low at your feet and tapping your ankle until you did as requested and your trousers were divested of you completely. The air-conditioning was conveniently not on, leaving your bare legs to feel prickly and clammy with the warm air permeating the room and worsened by the heat of Kento’s hands as they slid from heel to backside. 

He hummed when they reached the waistband of the black thong which did so very little to cover your modesty. You wriggled, experiencing the weight of his hungry stare and clenching your thighs together in the hopes of hiding the small yet very obvious damp spot on the cotton. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have said you were expecting my visit… you wouldn’t let anyone else see these, would you?”

Rough calluses scraped your soft derriere, toying with the fabric that disappeared between your cheeks and cupped your beautiful sex. You mewled out a ‘no’, readjusting your hold on the legs given how sweaty your palms had become and basked in the answering grunt of appreciation when your backside swayed in nothing but pure temptation. Kento wanted to rip apart the threads holding him back from you, to take out his cock that had been pulsing for release since before you even entered the apartment and force your walls to accommodate him. Fuck… he would envelop you in him—only him. 

Rub his scent right into your untainted soul until it was soiled just like he wanted. 

Paint your womb with his seed with the chance of it taking. His eyes rolled over at the thought alone.

Later.

He would see you ruined beneath him soon enough, he merely needed to get your punishment over. Kento needed to hear your apology—heartfelt and sobbed through a veil of tears. Without warning his palm reared back and with the sound of a whipcrack he brought it down against your right cheek. You struggled, bucked at the impact that forced your eyes to bulge and your throat to convulse. Only his palm at the middle of your back kept you in position.

The pain was not as immediate as you assumed it would be. It was more the startle of having it happen so unexpectedly that kicked you into action, on the heels was the warm tingle of your backside. Pulses of pain moved outwardly from the impact site like a stone causing ripples on a calm lake. “Ken—"

“Uh uh. This is not time for speaking,” he chided with a click of tongue against perfectly white teeth and a tone that silenced you instantly. “This is the least you could endure after you ripped my heart out of my chest and crushed it beneath your heel. Ten. That will suffice, and then we can converse like proper adults. Until then, the only words out of those pretty lips are going to be the number we are on.”

He didn’t even wait for your reply, knowing that you would take whatever he chose to gift you like a champ. You were strong, always had been, and this was nowhere near enough to break your spirit. Kento didn’t want that, he wanted the real you that he had fallen for all those years ago as an emotionally stunted young man. You would come to understand his point of view when presented enough evidence and he had stacks of that to show you. Not now. Later, he thought again. So much had to wait but patience was his forte. 

Standing to his impressive height, he skimmed his palm over your tender backside and let out a bark of laughter when you tensed, waiting for what was to come. He waited until you relaxed, listening to your breathing mellow before delivering a short, hard smack to your left side. “Good girl,” he murmured thickly when you hissed out a ‘two’ from between clenched teeth. 

Kento was painfully hard; the length of his cock pressed stubbornly down the leg of his trousers to lay trapped against his thigh. His every inhale was like a knife to his groin, every squeeze of the muscles in your backside was a torture that he was inflicting upon himself. He twitched, precum dribbling down his thigh and turning the golden hairs of his legs sticky and wet. He would see this through. It was for the greater good, of that, he was convinced.

The repetition was agony. A vicious cycle that felt like it would never end though you had a target so close yet so far. A wealth of salty tears sprung from your eyes, falling to the floor to gather as a pitiful little puddle given the gravity of your head and body. Blood rushed through your ears; the pounding of your pulse nearly loud enough to drown out the weight of the smacks levelled against your arse. The plump tissue ached endlessly, throbbing to its own beat and it left you trapped inside your head. 

This was Kento—your Kento—delivering a punishment he deemed necessary, and you poked at his earlier words. If you were honest with yourself, you had suspected that the attraction between you was a mutual one and that the feelings ran deeper than either of you was willing to admit. You pondered how you would have felt if he had been the one to turn from you, taking the morality of who was wrong and right out of the equation, you would have been devastated.

Noiselessly, you wept for the connection you had lost all those months ago. You should be repulsed by the blood that stained his hands, but you couldn’t find it in you when all you wished to do was pull those bloodied hands to your mouth and suck the fingers between your lips. How badly you wanted to hear him groan in pleasure, to cup your face and drag his thumb over the swell of your bottom lip until it bounced back into place. 

“Ten…” 

Kento’s harsh breathing became apparent, the sound building in your ears whilst you dared not move an inch. Sweat caked your skin—hot and uncomfortable—it slid over the natural dips and curves of your frame, and you knew your face was warm enough to cook eggs. Your fingers slid against the metal legs resulting in a loud squeak and you winced… waiting, suspended in a moment that couldn’t last forever, the spell would be broken but by whom?

The rustle of clothing popped the bubble you were both suspended in, the telltale jangle of a metal belt buckle and stammered curses brought your focus behind you, your head turning to find Kento with an expression you had never seen before and undressed from the waist down. He looked like he was ready to explode. A thick vein popped from his temple, throbbing against the etched scowl and snarled mouth. You moaned and his eyes snapped to you, lips curling back from teeth to show you the ferocity firing through his veins.

Without a word, Kento moved you, so you were bent over the kitchen island, and you sighed from the reprieve of the awkward position you had been forced to hold. The buttons of your blouse skittered across the kitchen tiles when two powerful hands fisted either side of them and ripped it open. His mouth and hands were everywhere and all at once.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he admitted. Wet kisses decorated the side of your neck, lips moulding over your pulse and humming happily at the frantic rhythm that mirrored his own. The brush of his bare thighs against yours elicited a guttural groan, taking the opportunity to reach back and scratch at the rough undercut at his nape, fingers delving into his hair and pressing him deeper into the crook of your neck whilst he marked you as his.

“…’m sorry, Kento. Please forgive me,” you sobbed brokenly, completely torn between burning joy and icy regret. An urgent hand pressed between your legs, thick fingers prodding and feeling the sopping fabric slick with arousal and sculpted to the molten heat of your swollen lips.

“Fuck. Save your apologies. I’ll hear them later, preferably whilst you’re gagging around my cock.”

Your backside rippled from the impact of his pelvis slamming into you, pulling a pained hiss from your lips. Kento chuckled darkly, the heat of your abused flesh warming that part of his soul that refused comfort until this very moment. He had no time to spare to remove your underwear, having used up all his patience in the measured delivery of his hand against your perfect behind. Ignoring the sharp prickling sensation radiating in his palm, he simply shoved them aside until he could push his heavy cock through. He wanted to ask if you were this wet because of the spanking or if you were merely pleased to see him, but the beastly part of his brain was firmly in the driver’s seat.

He was merciless; kicking your feet apart to widen your stance, tapping the fat head of his cock against your swollen clit and roaring in triumph when you pushed back against him. One second, he was teasing you, the next he was notched at your cunt and shunting himself forward. Kento gripped your hip, pulling you back whilst he worked inside, and the stretch was exactly what you expected. Every inch tickled your insides, thick veins stark and massaged by gummy walls made to take him.

“That’s it… there we go. God, look at you. Your pretty pussy is sucking me in… mm, more? All yours, sweetheart.” He crooned his lust-roughened rhetoric, and all you could do was hold onto the counter so your knees wouldn’t give out entirely. They shook with the force of his thrusts whilst he held you so tightly as if he worried you would slip through his fingers again. Not a fucking chance. You were his, and he wanted you to know that.

“Mine,” he growled, spittle flecking your shoulder as he bent over your body and bit into your tender skin. You howled, a mixture of pleasure and pain lighting up your insides. Stars winked in and out of your vision and you danced on your tippy toes as an orgasm near forced him out of you. If not for his determination to remain in the heart of your body, abusing the soft tissue near your belly, you would have expelled him with the force of your release.

Kento crowed like a maniacal king. Fucking you right through your high without a care for the overstimulation that left you whimpering and drooling onto the granite countertop. Your cheek pressed against the cool surface, eyes flickering between open and shut as you fought the desire to pass out. The pressure of your pulsing walls, the suction of your cunt drawing him back inside each time he pulled back was his undoing, and although he had planned to cum down your throat so he could see your tear-stained face, he couldn’t pull out. His balls drew close to his body, the familiar drip of impending release stirring at the small of his back but so much more intense than ever before. His head was thrown back at the first spurt of seed exploding outward to knock up against your fertile womb with only thoughts of what it might be like to have your soft stomach grow with his child on his mind.

Never had he produced so much, and he wondered if he had been saving it up for you. A ridiculous thought had he been in his right mind, but you both knew that wasn’t the case. His hands gentled, bruises forming the pattern of his fingertips marked your hips and waist. He smiled, the first true smile in what felt like forever. Soon he was laughing, and the jostle made you moan out, his softening cock twitching in your cunt and tickling you.

“I think I am more than ready to hear your apology, little dove.”

And you were more than ready to give it to him, after all… Kento possessed your heart.

[solifloris]

≡;-꒰ 𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 (𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈)

╰┈➤ ❝ PRELUDE | kieran x mc!afab!reader

tags : no smut. poetry, general intro, angst, mention of scars (general). ~200 wc.

an : happy sylus myth announcement day here's the prelude as promised 🤲

SERIES MASTERLIST / KO-FI / COMMISSIONS

this series contains sexual content, and is only for those 18+. if you are a minor, please do not interact. I BLOCK MINORS AND BLOGS WITHOUT ANY AGE INDICATOR.

As it was said in days of old...

Where rumors would grow of treasures untold, and where darkness would meet the light; in spindles of vine and flowers of gold, lay a voice that would call to the night. For there by the hedge reaching far to the stars...

Comes a tale of the fool—

And his demise.

“O, darling heart of flame, Prithee, wouldst thou guidest me? With boldness of youth shouldst I acclaim, Dost thou hearest me?”

And sunlight beckoned, all warm and new, A dance beneath the skies—

But the fool did not know.

Of feathers, and wax— He’d fall down below. So far, so harsh.

His scars would only grow.

For to touch the sun was heaven blessed; A radiance of perfect demise O guiding beauty, O damsel of light, Calamity in perfect disguise.

Dear tragic child of morning’s embrace, Dared soar too close to love’s fair grace...

Lo, the tale of Icarus and his sun.

It was not meant to be.

It was not meant to be.

Don't get too close.

You'll burn.

(Or, so it says. But to me, you’re already a sin I can’t refuse; sweeter than evil. So, to you who shines the brightest...

I'll give you everything.)

so i had to study forms of poetry for this lmfao,

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[zoe-oneesama]

For powerups, do you have a theory or guess on what the other ones may be?

I mean, no not really, but I can maybe think of some to fit the theme? And the theme is Costume Change to Protect/Assist the wearer in ways the Original Suit Can't. So there's a Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, and Pink. So I'll fill in the grid:

Red - Fire. Obviously. And I mean capable of withstanding walking into a volcano. Maybe comes with oxygen masks, gloves, and helmets

Orange - Earth. Ground? Or Desert! Point is it's to carry the wearer through incredibly harsh terrain and make it a breeze.

Yellow - Electricity. Obviously comes with the ability to withstand electrocution, and probably has a lot of rubbery accents.

Green - Canonically Aqua. Comes with fins and the ability to breathe/speak underwater.

Blue - Canonically Ice. Comes with ice skates and better balance on ice.

Purple - Canonically Space. Comes with helmets and wings/jet-packs and can withhold the force of space.

Pink - Fairy. Bit of an outlier, but with magic being real, who's to say the only magic is Miraculous magic? This would come with shrinking ability and would "transform" the user into a fairy themselves, with wings (but no additional magical powers). Could be interesting for a Special Episode.

Honestly just look at Pokemon types lol. And like, Air (one of the allegedly "original" ideas) works but if you already have Space, it's redundant. Maybe if Purple had been, like, Poison you could have Air. Or make Pink Poison! Obviously since it's not a subject I love, I'm not married to any of these ideas, but this ^^ is essentially the first draft I would've submitted to ZAG to workshop it.

[sleepisoverrated]

THE TIME IS UP!!!

And the anwser for what I was drawing.... Drum roll pleeeeaaaseee

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Mermaid Au - Zosan

And this is what I cooked up while drawing

So let's get into it!

There are diferent types of mermaids

There are four major ones: the East, the South, the North and the West. Each group can be identified by their different tails! And each region has clans(villages), you can identify who is from which clan by their style of dress, hairstyles, tattoos or jewellery. Here is some info about the four blues:

The East - is known to be mild tempered and warm, with thousands of reefs in which clans of mers live(Shimotsuki clan, Goa clan, Syrup clan...), the reefs are extremely dificult to navigate to outsiders making the East extremely isolated. Mermaids from here are known to be extremely colorful, with thin fins and golden tans. They are considered the weakest because of this(colors make you stand out to predators and thin fins rip easily), but what outsiders don't understand is in the East being colorful is the best camouflage, due to masive amounts of coral reefs and having thin and flexible fins lets the mers navigate between the tight reefs effortlessly. Also as is common in nature the more colorful the animal the more dangerous, that also applies in the East. As mers grow and become stronger they gain more shades of their base colors (the base color is their hair, tail and fins) (civilian/untrained - only their base color, weak, but trained - 2 shades, competent, but unremarkable - 3 to 4, above averege - 5, strong - 6 to 8, exceptional- 9 to 10) with the most exceptional gaining new colors (Roger, Garp). The East has few magic users(devil fruit replacement), but the little that they have are extremely talented. Magic is something you train, based on your talents (Nami- weather witch, Sanji - cooking mage, Zoro - battle mage, Ussop - hunting mage, Luffy transformation mage)

The South - mermaids from here are known to have dull warm colors to blend in with their terracotta and sand surroundings, hard plate like armour to shield them from rough weather/currents and protect them from the heat(the plates are insulting, keeping the cold in and heat out) and dark coloured skin. It is the hotest sea, known for their underwater volcanoes and hot wents, mers live in underground caves(they are a lot cooler than the surface), they are known as survivalists that thrive in extreme conditions and weasel their way out of death, they are also famous for their stone carved masonry and jewellery, They fave a decent amount of magic user, but most focus on either craft(earth manipulation) or survival(tempature manipulation) magics

The North - it is infamous for extreme depths and freezing cold, most of it's terain is either made of stone or glaciers with little plant life, despite that there are plenty of sea creatures lurking in it's depths(mostly predator species). Mermaids from here have thicker skin(a layer of fat) to protect them from the cold, their tails look like sharks with colors mostly being cooler tone(the most common being shades of blue) and have pale skin that is almost white. Mers live inside glaciers therefore it is very difficult for outsiders to navigate to and from cities. The North is known for their ruthlessness, infighting and warmongering, they place great importance on ones strenght and any weakness(emotional or physical) is seen as a disgrace. They mostly trade their bodygaurd services for food, they are known as fearsome warriors and skilled battle mages(they have prejudices against healers, since you only need them if you weren't strong enough)

The West - is known for it's constant rain and storms. Most of the West is cowered in seaweed forests and gravel plains. Mermaids here are mostly shades of gray(with a few very dull greens), eel tails(so that they don't snag on the seaweed) and pale skin, darker than North, but lighter than East. Mers from here are known for beeing the quickest(due to ambush predators living in seaweed forests) and having the ultimate defense(electric shock, not magic just biology). The West is most known for their weaving(due to living among so much seaweed they make everything from it: homes, clothes and pottery) and peace( due to the ambush predators they needed to quickly unite or perish, the other seas didn't invade, because nobody can navigate the damn forests without getting eaten or starving, because they tangled up in the weeds). They weave their cities from the forests making labirinth like structures that would confuse intruders. They mostly trade their weaving for lacking items(stone tools, glass). They make for great spies and informants. They have the most mages in the world, but most of them are weak or mediocre(they focus on craft magic and prey/hiding magic).

There is also the Grandline, which the strongest ocean current in the world(if you step in you get teared to pieces), you can only cross it if you go over it meaning you have to surface and risk being captured by poachers(the grandline is a known mermaid surfacing spot so both humans and other predators take advantage of it)

Paradise and New world are known as lawless, nomad land with extreme and quick weather changes, no mers are native to it, because of the extremely unpredictable conditions and inability/danger of staying stationary too long, but recently(within the last 200 years) mers have been making settlements and chasing treasure within these waters(it is said that during and before the Void Century mers lived here and so far the ruins and treasures found support that theory)

The Calm Belt is a stretch of the sea completely barren of life for miles, no plants or animals live there, the water is stagnant and saps energy out of mers

Ships in this Au are more like places created to store stuff and sleep. All the seas have distinct styles in the North ships are carved out of glaciers and weighed down to be kept at a certain sea level, while the East crafts their ships with coral often having natural defenses in the form of sea creatures who live in them, this requires careful balancing and maintenence so that the fish do not abandon the reef ship and West weave their ships from special kelp that is known to be indestructible(Adam kelp)/ultimate defense, with the South having stone carved, sphere shaped ships which roll across their desserts and give reprieve from the heat.

Celestial dragons are human and mermaid hybrids(they don't look any different from other mermaids, but they have human blood), they consider themselves higher than evryone else since they decend from the surface "gods". They are half the reason everyone hates humans(the other half are poachers).

Now onto other things more specific to Zoro and Sanji

The Shimotsuki clan are one of the only warrior clans from the East, you can usually identify them by their hairstyle(shaved sides and long hair on top, the longer the hair on top the older/better the warrior) and ear piercings(showing that they passed the trial of a weapon, according to law they mastered it and became adults). They see scars as beutiful/attractive, signifying stories of life, survival and lessons learned. They consider it decietful and shameful to scar themselves, seeing it as lying about ones existence. (with the exception of self-harm, seeing them as survival of ones mind and victory over your mind sickness) They also think scars on ones back signify cowardice(running away from enemies) or betrayal( literally stabbed in the back). In their culture traditionally you flirt by instigating fights(not spars), to show off your battle provess. Zoro is quite traditional and extremely frustrated that the cook IS NOT GETTING THE GOD DAMNED HINTS.

Germa 66 is known as the worst of the warmongering clans in the North taking the importance of strength, emotionlessness and ruthlessness to the extreme. Sora was betrothed to Judge in a deal to never invade the East.(He only took it, because it wasn't worth it to invade them) Sanji is the only one of her children to take after her, making his life at Germa miserable after her death. In Germa, scars are seen as the ultimate display of weakness and the greatest shame. Due to Sanjis Eastern disposition(colorful tail, thin skin and thin fins) he scared easily(rips in his fins due to his brothers), Judge put him in the dungeons so he wouldn't bring shame on him. After he escapes, he heads for his mothers homeland, through the Grandline, until his travel group is attacked by Zeff(he is from the South, with a deep maroon tail and dull red plates), due to the chaos both groups get ripped appart by the Grandline current, with only Zeff and Sanji surviving(Zeff saves him, but half of his fin gets ripped of) and getting stranded on the Calm Belt. Eventually they get rescued and open the Baratie in the East. Due to his upringing, he views himself as ugly and undesireble(scars), but to Zoro he is quite literally the pinacle of beauty.

Mermaids like Sanji who are mixed can only have one of their parents tails the only way to tell if the mer is mixed is skin tone (and even then they can still get the skin tone from the same parent as the tail) (eg. South/West, the child gets an eel tail, but a dark skin tone, while their sibling might get an armoured tail, with pale skin, another sibling might get only the South genes or only the West)

Haki is viewed as basic magic anyone can do with training, but only a few can truly master it(Rayleigh) and is only really common in the New world and Paradise. It has neutral or nulification(cancels other magic properties) qualities

For you to naturally gain magic you need to have a spark or a passion something you dedicate yourself to and revel in, your will needs to be absolute.

Here is how the crew would look(I can't draw all of them, I have exams):

Luffy - Eastern, he would start out with a base colour red, but turn white on his journey, the last one to acheive the Sun God Nika form(turn so dangerous you become all the colors(white)) was Joy Boy. Transformation mage(specializing in body tranformations, later on he learns to make his surroundings elastic as well)

Nami - Eastern/Western, her base colour was a deep orange, but she gained stripes of green. Weather witch(specializing in scrying/predicting weather, with minor local weather manipulation)

Ussop - Eastern, had a deep red base colour, but later his tail tip became a dark yellow. Hunter mage(specializing in target magic and sight enhancement)

Sanji - Eastern/Northern, as you can see his base color is a bright yellow, but as time passed he gained orange and red colours(He's part of the monster trio of course he gained 2 colours) Cooking and battle mage(specializing in effect magic- making food have certain properties, like healing, strenght(kinda like potion effects) and enhancement magic for his tail)

Zoro - Eastern, green is his base(who could have guessed?), but his tail becomes more bluish, while his fins gain spots of yellow. Battle mage(specifically focused on cutting (also known as sword mages) and mind magic(controlling his emotions, projecting blood lust/killing intent and organizing his thoughts/meditating))

Chopper - Northern, he has a brown seal tail. He was once a normal seal, but due to living in a magic zone(zones rich with magic, you can compare it with ley lines) he gained human characteristics(upper body, voice) and intelligence(+emotions). Healer mage(was highly discriminated against due to norhern prejudices)

Robin - Western, she has a black eel tail and is very good at using her electric shock abilities. Conjuring mage(can conjure her body parts)

Franky - Southern, he has a bright red armoured tail, with someof his natural yellow plates replaced with blue metal(He's still a cyborg). Forge mage(he focuses on enchanting items, like making his metal plates flexibleand lightweight)

Brook - Southern/Western, he has a tail of bones, but when he was alive he had a light gray eel tail. Necromancy and Music battle mage(his necromancy research was about the philosophers stone and immortality, but he accidentally cursed himsel and only found out after his crew perished, while he lived. His music magic is a rare form of battle magic, where he uses his music to fight, make people fall asleep and so on)

Jimbe - Grandline, he is still a fishman(and people still have prejudice against them, because they look too much like humans/poechers with their two legs). Water battle mage(A common form of magic for fishmen, but his mastery of his magic is extremely rare)

Some Zosan facts about this Au:

Zoro met Sanji when he was wandering(was lost in) the East(Zoro was about 15). He went out off Shimotsuki to become the greatest sword mage, he stumbled upon Baratie and decided to visit and stock up. For Zoro it was literally love at first sight, since he walked in on Sanji beating the shit out of a rude pervy customer. Sanji fell more gradually at first anoyed at this musclehead who kept trying to fight him then reluctantly became friends, then he started noticing him more physically and was charmed by his ideas on scars. One day(when they were about 18) Sanji woke up and realised they were basically a couple and just rolled with it after having a panic attack. Zoro was just happy Sanji was accepting and giving more affection. Zoro wasn't completely stationary at the Baratie during that time often disappearing and reappearing after a month or so, going out to fight and sharpen himself(and pretty himself up for Sanji = become stronger for Sanjis attention). He also makes Sanji worried for his health when he keeps coming back with new scars. Shells town happens and Zoro joins up with Luffy gathering the crew and eventually ending up back on Sanjis doorstep arround the time he usually shows up(about 1 month: 1 day of travel to Shell clan,three weeks at Shell clan chained up, a week of travel with Luffy and the crew). Sanji of course reams Zoro out for signing him up on the crew without his say so, but eventually relents with the condition that Luffy has to convince him to join. The usual shenanigans follow until Don Krieg and Mihawk show up and Zoro gives Sanji a heart attack by getting cut open like a fish. Sanji joins the Strawhats and lives happily adventuring and taking down tyrants with the crew, when they grow older and achieve their dreams they settle down in Shimotsuki and take in a couple of kids, fighting and bickering everyday like the lovesick fools that they are.

And that's all that I could think to write. If you have more questions about this Au feel free to comment and I'll answer. If somebody gets inspired and writes a fic or draws something, please tag me! I would love to see your art!

[what-even-is-thiss]

You post a decent amount about the various elder scrolls games. (Respected)

As someone who has never played them but loves rpgs and has always wanted to get into this series, which game would you suggest for a starting point?

I think it depends on your personal preferences. I’ll just give you my opinions about why you might like each one and let you decide. Very very long infodump incoming.

The early two games, Arena and Daggerfall, are really hard to use if you’re used to modern controls and might not work on modern operating systems well. However, if you’re one of those people who’s really into 90s computer dungeon crawlers that require reading a textbook length manual you’ll probably like them. They take a lot of inspiration from dnd and constantly use invisible dice rolls when it comes to stuff like damage and hit chance and you’ve gotta be careful about building your character. I’d suggest looking up a guide, even.

These games have a campy sexy pixelated dungeons and dragons feel to them. Plot isn’t super important in these games but Arena’s plot revolves around gathering the parts of a broken staff to defeat a wizard. Daggerfall’s plot has more to do with political intrigue and deciding which faction you think is better. Neither of these games have much of a plot when it comes to guilds and factions. Daggerfall does have randomly generated guild quests you can do but there’s almost no plot to them.

Morrowind is far more user friendly but it’s still kinda hard to grasp if you’re more used to modern games. There’s a dice roll mechanic on attacks and if you don’t build your character correctly you’re sort of screwed. You can learn to get good at the game though and it has a pretty compelling story in my opinion. This is the one right before they started doing full voice acting so it involves quite a bit of reading. There’s also no fast travel. You need to pay for transportation in universe with currency. There’s also no quest markets and you need to follow directions given to you by NPCs. Some people like that though.

The vibe of Morrowind is like very overcast and foggy and muggy. Kind of European inspired, kind of Asian inspired. There’s giant insects and a lot of ash everywhere from volcano storms. They do a lot with what few polygons they have. The plot has to do with a prophecy that you’re caught up in and the political implications of it. Morrowind is ruled by a trio of living gods and you are the one prophesied to bring their downfall. Guild quests have way more of a plot than Daggerfall in that they sort of have a plot but they tend to be pretty formulaic. My favorite of the bunch is probably the thieves guild because you get to sort of cosplay as Robinhood for a bit due to a plot point that barely makes sense. The DLC for this game is a treat. You get a big city and a snowy island to explore. There’s werewolves and goblins and a weird drug addict.

Oblivion is my personal favorite and it’s the goofiest elder scrolls game by far. The ragdolls are hilarious and the NPCs are programmed to have randomly generated conversations with each other throughout the day which are sometimes interesting but usually don’t make sense. The random chance mechanics are gone but stats like strength and the importance of building your character correctly are still there. Oblivion is still a bit outdated but it’s more user friendly than Morrowind. It also retains some customizable elements like multiple enchanting pieces and spell making from the old games without being so huge as to be overwhelming. The thing people often don’t like about oblivion is the level scaling of enemies and the graphics. Personally I think the graphics are charming but some folks don’t like the potato face low polygon look that everybody has. And as for the level scaling, well, unless you wanna look up in depth how to level optimally, probably just don’t level past level 20 on your first playthrough and don’t worry about it too hard. Maybe use some skills that aren’t in your major skills sometimes. Turn the difficulty down if you need to. You’ll be fine. It’s not that complicated but also don’t be a hero. Turn the difficulty down if you need to.

Oblivion has like a Mediterranean vibe. It’s bright and colorful and is sort of stylized like you’ve stepped into a landscape painting. It’s like a late medieval Italian countryside with some ominous Roman ruins hanging around. Cyrodiil is also a very diverse Provence in universe with it being centrally located and also the seat of power for the empire. It probably has the most diversity in types of NPCs of any other game in the series because of this. The main plot starts with you witnessing the emperor being assassinated as he’s escaping through your prison cell and you need to go find his one surviving son but as you go to find him, portals to oblivion, which is sort of like Hell but also not, start opening up all over the place and you need to start working with the new emperor to figure out how to close the oblivion gates and stop an invasion of the material plane.

The guild quests in oblivion are where faction quests actually get good. This is also the only game in the series where you can fight to death in a gladiator arena despite that concept being what set off the idea for the entire series. The dark brotherhood assassins guild is one of the best in the whole series and in the mages guild questline you get to fight a secret cult of necromancers. The DLC is also quite fun. Meet the god of madness and fight a demon in the sky.

So, Skyrim. Skyrim is most people’s introduction for the series and for good reason. It drops some of the RPG elements and customization from the previous games but it’s by far the most user friendly. You can use both hands, there’s a unique shouts and powers mechanic, you can be a werewolf, the leveling system is way improved from previous games (no more having to plan out your character), you can fight dragons, and although the elder scrolls series has always been about wandering the world and getting distracted, Skyrim perfects this aspect of it. The world is somehow simultaneously vast and dense which is an incredible feat. You will get distracted and that’s the whole point.

The vibe of Skyrim is far north. Scandinavia at its harshest. It’s got dense forests, tundras, steep cliffs, rivers, and snow. It’s a land of myths that are not only real but lying in wait to tear you limb from limb. It’s also gorgeous. You can wander around and watch the moons rise, watch an aurora borealis, see unique styles of architecture in each city, look at wood and stone carvings. The ghosts feel both ethereal and solid. The world is worn and comfortably lived in. A blunt instrument as well as a sharp object.

The plot of Skyrim is that there’s a civil war going on. Choosing between staying with the empire or becoming independent. However, just as it looks like the war is about to end and the rebel leaders are about to be beheaded, a dragon shows up for the first time in thousands of years. You’re a prisoner that manages to escape in the chaos and you get caught up in discovering the reason the dragons are coming back and you can pick sides (or not) in the escalating civil war. The guild and faction quests in Skyrim are decent. There’s werewolves, menacing orbs, holy keys. The DLC is where Skyrim’s side adventures really shine though in my opinion. Evil Dragonborns, vampire hunters, trekking through oblivion and the afterlife, discovering lost civilizations. Skyrim’s DLCs also have some of the best characters in the series.

So. Sorry for info dumping that much lol. Hope some of that information is useful. If you just want an easy starting point, pick oblivion or Skyrim. If you want a more customizable start point with a bigger initial learning curve, start with Morrowind. If you like fighting with early 90s computer games you might be the type to prefer arena or Daggerfall.

I really hope you enjoy the series! It’s one of my favorite things in the whole world if you couldn’t tell by my adhd rambling lol

[thecreaturecodex]

Protean Lord, Etna

"Typhon, Father of Beasts" © deviantArt user MisterFeelgood, accessed at his gallery here

[More like Mother of Beasts in this particular iteration. When I was talking to @strawberry-crocodile several years ago and sharing with her my ideas for the Age of Monsters, she told me about one of her cosmological Pathfinder ideas. And the idea of Typhon reborn as a trans woman fighting against the forces of Hell was so compelling I immediately adopted it into my personal canon. So this is Strawb's baby, and these statistics have been a long time coming. Hints have been seeded in a number of the Age of Monsters posts in the past. Strawb also wrote the divine obedience rules I'm including here. Check out @soylent-crocodile for more of her Pathfinder writing. Also, huge thanks to @monstersdownthepath for telling me about the canonical fate of Typhon in PF2e, one that I incorporated into this entry because they're not actually contradictory, and for the inspiration on the hollow SQ]

Protean Lord, Etna CR 23 CN Outsider (extraplanar) This serpentine creature has a billowing cloud of smoke rising from its head, luminous eyes and great draconic wings. Its body is comprised of dozens of smaller snakes entwined together, leaving it something like a hollow shell of writhing flesh and embers encasing a powerful inner fire.

CN Protean Lord of revolution, divine and mortal succession, volcanoes Domains Chaos, Fire, Weather, War Subdomains Protean, Smoke, Storms, Revolution* (Revolution applies to the War domain) Favored Weapon Sling Glove Holy Symbol A serpent emerging from a volcano Worshippers Enemies of Asmodeus, iconoclasts, revolutionaries Minions gegenees, magma dragons, magmin, renegwe proteans Obedience: Spend an hour screaming curses and revilement towards any mortal authority that has held for more than a single human lifetime, or against a god or archdevil. Alternately, ritually defeat and kill a representative of any such authority. Gain a +4 sacred bonus on saving throws against fire effects. First Boon: Foe of the Sky God- Magic Stone 3/day, Pyrotechnics 2/day, Lightning Bolt 1/day Second Boon: Shatter the Heavens- As a full-round action once per day you may reach your fist into the sky and break open the heavens above. All creatures flying above a 100ft circle centered on you must make a fortitude save with DC equal to 10+½ your character level+your charisma modifier or fall from the sky. Such creatures take 1d8 damage for every 10ft fallen rather than the typical 1d6 damage. Third Boon: Bow To None- You gain an immunity to charm and compulsion effects and cannot be knocked prone.

In mythological time, Typhon was the greatest of the asuras and one of the first Lords of Hell. He was slain by Asmodeus for the crime of fathering children with Lamashtu, a lie spread by Geryon, conflating Lamashtu with her great enemy, and Typhon’s true lover, Mormo (then called Echidna). For this supposed cosmic crime of uniting devil and demon, Typhon was shredded, and his pieces cast into the Great Beyond to wither and die. But not all of them did. A few managed to regenerate, and perhaps the strangest of those self-begotten fragments is Etna. For Etna is a protean lord, a being of pure chaos who was once of pure law.

Etna was born of a large piece of Typhon’s skin, which was cast into the Maelstrom and slowly regrew as if in imitation of that plane’s residents, the proteans. Ashamed and disgusted by the patriarchy of Hell, she reformed herself into a woman, and was embraced by the izfiitar choristers as a testament to the transformative power of chaos. Etna feels that any authority that lasts long enough becomes moribund and must be replaced, no authority more than the divine and no divinities more so than Asmodeus and the lords of Hell. There is no outcome she would love to see more than Asmodeus humbled and dethroned, but she knows that she is no physical match for the hosts of Hell alone. So she is patient, mixing occasional outbursts of volcanic destruction with coalition building and more subtle undermining of diabolical schemes. Etna and Mormo are currently unaware of their mutual rebirths, but would likely become allied again once that knowledge is obtained.

Etna delights in combat, and she spends much of her time in combat in order to vent her rage. Her natural weapons are deeply destructive, and her serpentine nature manifests in her ability and fondness for swallowing her smaller victims. Her interior burns with volcanic heat, and she can let loose in an explosion of lava and smoke, essentially turning herself into a short-lived volcano. For those that (wisely) keep their distance, Etna hurls rocks like lava bombs, charging them with thunder and lightning as she does so, or uses her spell-like abilities to rain destruction on her foes. Etna does not know if she can be reborn again, and so flees when badly injured, although her memory is long and her wrath can be vented in other ways.

As a former devil, Etna fits somewhat awkwardly into the society of proteans. Many proteans see her acceptance of the existence of any hierarchy as shamefully lawful and distrust her ultimate intentions. But Ssila’Meshnik the Colorless Lord views her as confirmation of the glorious paradoxes of the planes, and accepts her as an ally. Etna’s favor shines on the renegwe proteans, who act as her sparring partners and elite agents. The mortal cult of Etna is still very small, but it is slowly filling its power in areas controlled by the Church of Asmodeus, waiting for a time to erupt into glorious revolutionary violence.

The smaller snakes that make up Etna's body bear stunted forelimbs, crested heads, and other protean-like features. They shed scales into her interior which char and aggregate into boluses like igneous rocks, which Etna can collect and throw at will. Etna's length varies with her shifting form, but she usually is between 20 and 25 feet long.

Etna CR 23 XP 820,000 CN Huge outsider (chaos, extraplanar, protean) Init +9; Senses blindsight 120 ft., darkvision 60 ft., detect law, Perception +39, scent Aura cloak of chaos (DC 28), frightful presence (120 ft., DC 33)

Defense AC 40, touch 21, flat-footed 31 (-2 size, +8 Dex, +4 deflection, +19 natural) hp 499 (27d10+351); regeneration 15 (lawful) Fort +25, Ref +28, Will +28 DR 15/epic and lawful; Immune acid, charm, compulsion, death effects, fire; Resist electricity 30, sonic 30; SR 34 (39 vs. divination) Defensive Abilities amorphous anatomy, freedom of movement, hollow

Offense Speed 50 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect), swim 50 ft. Melee bite +39 (2d6+14/19-20 plus 2d6 fire plus grab), 2 claws +39 (1d8+14 plus 2d6 fire), 2 wings +37 (1d8+7), tail slap +37 (2d6+21) Ranged rock +36/+31/+26/+21 or +34/+34/+29/+24/+19 (2d8+21 plus 2d6 electricity and 2d6 sonic) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. Special Attacks fulgur bomb, powerful blows (tail slap), pyroclastic blast, rock throwing (100 ft.), swallow whole (AC 23, hp 49, 2d6+14 bludgeoning plus 10d6 fire) Spell-like Abilities CL 23rd, concentration +33 Constant—cloak of chaos, detect law, nondetection At will—call lightning storm (DC 25), chaos hammer (DC 24), flame strike (DC 25), greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs objects only), pyrotechnics (DC 22), wall of fire 3/day—quickened chain lightning (DC 26), control weather, empowered fire storm (DC 28), greater dispel magic, word of chaos (DC 27) 1/day—freedom, meteor swarm (DC 29), power word kill, power word stun, wall of lava (DC 28)

Statistics Str 39, Dex 29, Con 36, Int 28, Wis 28, Cha 31 Base Atk +27; CMB +43 (+47 grapple); CMD 65 (cannot be tripped) Feats Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Empower SLA (fire storm), Flyby Attack, Improved Critical (bite), Multiattack, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Power Attack, Quick Draw, Quicken SLA (chain lightning), Rapid Shot, Staggering Critical, Stunning Assault Skills Acrobatics +39 (+47 when jumping), Bluff +40, Diplomacy +28, Fly +40, Intimidate +40, Knowledge (arcana, history, nature, religion) +, Knowledge (geography, planes) +39, Perception +39, Sense Motive +39, Spellcraft +36, Stealth +31, Swim +34 Languages Abyssal, Draconic, Ignan, Infernal, Protean, telepathy 300 ft. SQ change shape (3/day, shapechange), protean lord traits

Ecology Environment any land or underground (Maelstrom) Organization unique Treasure double standard

Special Abilities Fulgur Bomb (Su) Any thrown weapon wielded by Etna deals an additional 2d6 points of electricity damage and 2d6 points of sonic damage. The weapon loses this property as soon as it strikes or misses a target. Hollow (Ex) Etna has a 75% to ignore any critical hit or sneak attack, as opposed to the usual 50% possessed by proteans. Any ranged attack made with ammunition or rays has a 50% chance to not effect her and pass right through her. Thrown weapons and siege weapons ignore this miss chance. Protean Lord Traits (Ex/Su) Etna is a protean lord, a powerful unique monitor. She possesses the following traits:

Immunity to acid, charm and compulsion effects, and death effects

Resist electricity and sonic 30

Blindsight 120 feet

Telepathy 300 feet

Etna can use the protean change shape ability three times per day

Etna’s natural weapons, along with any weapons she wields, are considered to be chaotic and epic for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction and regeneration

Pyroclastic Blast (Su) Once per day as a full round action, Etna can erupt like a volcano. This deals 40d6 points of damage in a 60 foot radius burst centered on Etna, half of which is fire damage and half of which is bludgeoning damage (Reflex DC 33 halves). The entire area becomes difficult terrain, as it is strewn with volcanic rocks, and the area is also filled with thick smoke that obscures vision as per an obscuring mist spell for 1 minute thereafter. This smoke is toxic—any creature in the area must succeed a DC 33 Fortitude save or take 1d6 Con damage from smoke inhalation. Etna is immune to this poison. The save DC is Charisma based. Swallow Whole (Ex) If a creature cuts its way out of Etna, Etna can use her swallow whole ability the next round her regeneration is functional.