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ethereal-blossom · 3 years ago

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hello there! nice to meet ya.

so, i really like your headcanons and i wanted to know if your requests are open.

if they are, can i request headcanons for dazai and chuuya with an s/o whose ability is to turn into a dragon (like the game of thrones ones)? and, if possible, can the s/o have like three dragons that are their children (and yes, i am thinking about daenerys rn).

it's okay if you don't wanna do it. sorry if i bothered you in any way.

a/n: hi, nice to meet you, too! it was open when you sent it, and don't worry, you didn't bother me in any way. i didn't know how to put the baby dragons in, sorry! i hope you still enjoy reading :)

when dazai found out that your ability was to turn into a dragon, the detective had to admit that it caught his attention. abilities like yours were rare, so it wasn't strange that his curiosity was provoked.

how practical was it for your dragon form to appear in public? how huge of a dragon were you? what were your attack and defense skills? of course, he asked them in an innocent, naive, and childlike way. he tried to hide the fact that the questions he asked were the ones you would ask if one wanted to estimate their opponent.

it isn't like dazai saw you as a threat though. he's simply being dazai: a chess player wanting to know how to use his piece on his board.

however, there was one thing he wanted to ask. it wasn't a question that would give him any insight on your ability more than it was a question out of innocent curiosity: how did it feel to fly?

in the process of getting close to dazai, it was a thing the detective often wondered about. dazai is someone who gets comfort from high places where he can see how far the world stretches before his eyes.

dazai acts light-hearted when he first sees you in your dragon form. however, that act would drop once he stands close while admiring your dragon scales. a small flash of disappointment is shown on dazai's face when he mutters: "such a shame i can't feel you."

BUT- if dazai covers most of his skin, he could fly on your back! it's going to be one of his favorite things in the world. to be so high up in the sky, far away from humanity, getting reminded how huge the world is while being together with you... it's a dream come true <3

whenever one of you has a bad day or needs comfort, the other would propose to fly together.

you're guaranteed to fall asleep in dazai's arms afterward while he caresses your back.

"y/n~kunikida is forcing me to do my paperwork again. perhaps you could cause a commotion by turning into-" *gets slapped by kunikida*

yes, this man will try to take advantage of your ability but only in a joking way. he knows the things he asks are impossible to do, like asking to set kunikida's notebook on fire when your ability is deactivated.

in general, dazai would find it impressive and fascinating!

chuuya was immediately impressed after he found out your ability is to turn into a dragon. he realized it must be a powerful ability that would help the mafia greatly and an almost childlike curiosity grew inside of him.

he would ask a lot of questions in the beginning: "how fast can you fly? do you spit fire? is there any chance you could hit a giant rock on somebody?

absolutely freaks out in the most positive and adorable way when he sees you in your dragon form for the first time. it's the only thing he's going to talk about for the upcoming week; that's the kind of impression you have left on him.

chuuya is so fascinated when he first touches your skin; he loves the feeling of your dragon scales under his fingertips.

to ride on your back high up in the sky is one of chuuya's favorite feelings. it's even better than having you behind him on his motorbike.

chuuya loves the feeling of adrenaline that rushes through his veins once you take off. and if you show fast you can actually fly... chuuya is going to fall in love all over again.

if the stress of being a mafia executive goes to his head, flying together is the best medicine.

chuuya is very loud when you fly together but in a positive way. he screams with excitement, throws compliments around like it's christmas, and talks enough for the both of you while looking at the scenery.

for some reason, chuuya loves it when you breathe fire. it impresses him every single time.

when you're exhausted after a flight, chuuya is going to be very caring. he'll cook your favorite dinner, takes a bath with you where he washes your hair and body, helps you with any bed routines, etc. you won't have to do anything.

chuuya would overall find it very exciting and badass!

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #dazai hcs #chuuya hcs #dazai imagines #chuuya imagines #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #bsd writing #bsd headcanons #bsd x you

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chocolate1721 · 5 years ago

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Hello chocolatiers here is a new idea, and this is one of my altime favorites so far.

Ok so, Marinette and Jason are siblings who got separated. Jason is adopted by Bruce and Marinette is adopted by Tom and Sabine. Jason becomes Robin and dies. Marinette is informed of his death but isn’t able/allowed to attend the funeral. She never meets Bruce. Marinette is bullied by Chloe and then Lila and the class. She becomes ladybug and chat is useless.

Even though things in class are tough. Marinette makes a fabulous class trip. She has them set to go to New York (with tours of Stark Industries, and New York Times along with Broadway production tickets), then they are to go to Starling City (where they get to tour Queen industry, and their parks), next they go to Central City (they have some basic tours of some museums and stuff), finally they will end in Gotham (tour Wayne Enterprise and the gardens).

Marinette had a good time in New York, Lila lies all day every day, but she ignored it. They had a fligh to Starling City and Marinette had to use the restroom or something before they left, but when she got back to the gate the plane was gone, and so was her class. She had no clothes (those were on the plane) and she didn’t have a lot of money. She was having a hard time breathing when all of a sudden Tony f*cking Stark struts his way over to her and helps her breath again (couldn’t decide if she has a panic or anxiety attack).

Tony and Peter were coming back from Wakanda. Peter knoticed Marinette and points her out to Tony, making some joke of if she is a lost Stark or something. Tony looks at Marinette and immediately knows she is having an attack, he knows how that feels, so he immediately goes over to her and helps her through it. He finds out that Marinette got left behind by her class and this pisses Tony off. He then tells her he can/will help her out. All three of them then head to the Avenger’s Tower.

[[More]]

She meets the Avengers, and she is totally normal. No stuttering, spasming, tripping, or anything but treating them like they are normal. This intrigues the Avengers. They invite her to watch some of them train while Tony looks into getting her back to her class. While she watches them train she ends up handing Steve his shield (like it was a piece of paper), and Thor his hammer (like it was nothing), this shocks everyone.

Steve: Hey Thor, does this mean this kid is now the new ruler of Asgard?

Thor: . . . . . I must introduce her to the Allfather. Come child of earth.

Tony: *runs into the room, body slamming the door on his way in* DONT GO WITH HIM!!!!!!! IM ADOPTING HER!

Pepper: *appears from nowhere* no you’re not

Peter and Marinette become close friends. The hulk also meets Marinette. The team is worried, but Hulk just kinda picks her up and says “Baby” and tries to burp her. . . . . . . . Tony gets plenty of pictures of this. Marinette is a grumpy sunshine child, and she threatens Tony and Peter if they post any of those pictures.

Tony tells Marinette that he has a friend in town that lives in Starling City and he has agreed to take her with him when he returns home. Marinette will be getting picked up in a few hours, so Tony, Peter, Steve, Thor, and Pepper take Marinette out to get some clothes. This ends in chaos, mayhem, emotional trauma, and the Avengers learn how truly terrifying teenager girls are. Pepper is now wanting to adopt Marinette.

Later that evening Oliver Queen and Roy Harper show up at Avenger tower to pick Marinette up. Roy thinks she will be like all the other girls he knows, shallow and a gold digger or a super hero. He isn’t prepared for the absolute angel that is Marinette. He is love struck, and he becomes the gentleman that Oliver has tried to teach him to be. The only thing Oliver is thinking is “did Bruce get another one?”

Marinette and Roy hit it off very well (roynette is endgame people) they talk for hours. They exchange numbers. Oliver finds out that no, she isn’t adopted by Bruce <not yet anyway>. But she was born in Gotham, she had an older brother who died when she was younger. Oliver found out she is MDC and immediately wanted to commission a suit. She agreed and they were talking suit styles and colors until they arrived in front of her hotel in Starling City. They told her not to hesitate if she needed anything.

Her class didn’t even knotice she was missing. She got her room key and went to sleep. The next morning she was the first one up and downstairs. The breakfast pasteries were gross so she went to the kitchen and taught the staff how to make a good crossaint. She was putting a fresh batch out in the buffet area when her classmates arrived. Lila pauses when she saw her. How had Marinette gotten here? She made sure to destroy her plane ticket. Anyway Lila lies the entire trip as well. She convinces Max to hack into Marinette’s phone and change her alarms. On the day they head to Central City, Marinette’s alarm goes off 30 minutes after the bus leaves.

Marinette sighs and calls Roy. Roy is pissed that her teacher left her behind AGAIN. So he calls up Barry Alan (I watch the Flash tv show so those are the characters I will be using). Roy tells him about how the teacher is incompetent and left a student behind. Roy arrives to pick Marinette up, only to see two guys hitting on her. Roy stops that sh*t real quick. Then they head to Central City. They swing by Star Labs and Marinette meets Barry and his friends. They fall in love with Marinette. She is sweet and kind and adorable. Barry sees her as an innocent sister who must be protected. They take her to her class. He convinced the chief to let the class come visit the precinct. Lila is taking credit for everything, while Marinette gives out pasteries that she made at Star Labs. The officers love Marinette, especially Joe. He sees his daughter in Marinette. Some of the officers offered to teach the class some self defense, in case they were in trouble, and they refused to say how scared they were when Marinette took them down. It was way too easy for her to take them down. The tall kid with frosted tips didn’t do half as well as she did. Roy and Barry only seen that level of skill on hero’s or black belts. Lila started gushing about how she trained with some famous martial artist but had to stop due to her arthritis. The class got held hostage by Captain Cold. Marinette distracts him long enough for the hostages to escape, and the police and hero’s to arrive. She talked about everything from how he could make more money by hiring himself out as a ice machine to people in third world countries to his lack of fashion. By the time the hero’s arrived she was redesigning his entire wardrobe. He was just confused. The officers that arrived on the scene recognized Marinette and were horrified that her class left her in the hands of a criminal. Marinette just brushed it off as no big deal, she was used to it. This had them in near tears. The Flash helped her get back to the hotel. Barry was freaking pissed, so he took a couple pictures with Marinette, took her to get ice cream, and then took her back to her hotel; all before the class arrived.

When the class did arrive at the hotel they started accusing Marinette of working with Cold, but then they saw the Flash. Alya immediately started interviewing him. Only for him to snatch her phone out of her hand and delete the video. She wasnt happy about that, but Barry didn’t care. He stalked over to Bustier and started tearing her apart for abandoning a student. He then went to the police chief and let him know what happened.

Joe finds out what happened and knows that the class’s next stop is Gotham. He calls an old friend, Gordon, and tells him what’s going on and to keep an eye out for Marinette. Gordon agreed but doesn’t think that any teacher can be that stupid.

He is proven wrong when he goes to greet the class only to find that Bustier left Marinette behind. Gordon is dumbfounded, then furious when she said that Marinette can handle herself. Gordon then calls for a manhunt for this child. 15 minutes later he gets a call from Bruce that he has Marinette in his custody. He has permission from her parents to take care of her while she is in Gotham. Gordon starts compiling evidence of criminal neglect to send to the French Board of Education.

Roy was woken up to a call from Marinette. She got left behind again. He calls his friend Jason and tells him about what’s going on and if it’s ok if he stays with him until Marinette goes back to France. Jason,doesn’t know this is his sister, says yes. Roy and Marinette become an official couple on the way to Gotham. Bruce is trying to get everything ready for a non hero to come to their house, even if only for a few hours.

What no one expected was, when Alfred led them into the house. For Marinette and Jason to lock eyes, and for Mari to body check Jason. They also didn’t expect for Marinette and Jason to start crying, or for them to be siblings. Marinette slapped Jason a few times for making her think he died.

Roy pales when he realizes that Jason is her brother. Jason is furious at Roy for dating his sister. Marinette tried to keep her brother from killing her boyfriend, which is a struggle. She tells Bruce what happened with her class and he excused himself to go call her parents and inform them of what has happened. They give him permission to take care of their daughter while she is in Gotham. He also sets up future visits for Marinette to come to Gotham.

While Bruce is away, Damian arrives, sees a new dark haired minor, and immediately concludes his father has adopted another. He then proceeds to attack her, but Marinette takes a sword from a nearby knight and parries him. She barley keeps him at bay, when he realizes that she has some very basic knowledge of swordsmanship. He stops attacking her and starts teaching her. Thus an impenetrable sibling bond has formed. She cookes with Alfred. Dick teaches her how to trapieze. She gives Tim her illegal coffee recipe. Her and Jason talk for hours.

She also finds the Batcave. Only because she went to the library and tried getting a book, that happened to be the hidden enterance. She chews Bruce out for not dealing with the Joker in time to save her brother. She was just letting out her frustrations and everyone knew it. She met Louis and Clark, who she pulled to the side and told him to find a better disguise because it is obvious he is superman. She pats his shoulder and walks away. Louis slips Bruce $10.

Bruce invites the class to the Wayne Gala and provides clothes for them to wear. Marinette refuses the offer and makes her own dress. She also makes gifts for the Batfam.

Marinette is finally able to see Lila’s lies fall apart, at the Gala, and she refuses to forgive the class. What they did is not something that she can get over that easily. All of the abuse, the lack of loyalty, the manipulation, and demand for her time, energy, and supplies to give them what they want. She. Is. Done. She burned those bridges.

When the class is heading back to Paris their notifications go off. They are getting tagged in pictures of Marinette with the Avengers, Oliver Queen and Roy Harper, of the Central City Police force, with the Flash, with the Wayne’s, and Louis and Clark. They were shocked. How could Marinette get the opportunity to meet all of these people when she was with them the entire time. That’s when they realized, she wasn’t with them. The only time they remember seeing her is when they were on tours or she suddenly appeared in the places they were heading to. She was never with them when they left.

#maribat prompt #big bro jasonette #roynette #roynette is endgame #mlb x dc au #mlb x avengers au #mlb x avengers #class salt #lila salt #alya salt #adrien salt #bustier salt #caline bustier salt #the police have marinette’s back #she is the only one who is capable to take over the world

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jaeminscoffee · 5 years ago

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Mellifluous (m.)

Mellifluous - A sound that is pleasing and good to hear

Pairing- Lee Taeyong x Reader

Genre- Fluff, Smut.

Word count- 2.30k

Warning - Adult theme, fingering, unprotected sex (play it safe y'all), the fluffiness could get a little cringey so gonna put that in warnings too!

Summary- Taeyong whispering sweet nothings in your ears is the best music you'd want to play over and over.

"Come on Y/n you're taking way too long!" your boyfriend whined from the other side of the door. You chuckle as he started whining from not getting any response from your side.

Around 4 hours ago, Taeyong had come back from his business trip of 2 weeks. You missed him, yes. But when he tried pulling you in for a hug, you pushed him away. In your defense, you'd been busy cleaning up the entire house and were covered in sweat. You wanted to get freshened up before cuddling him, and so you led him to your shared bedroom, asking him to wait there while you went to take a shower.

And now being the whiny, impatient giant baby he is, he kept knocking on the door every five minutes interrupting your peaceful shower.

"Calm down I'm done!" you shout, stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel drying yourself off. You unlock the door, prying it open just enough to let him know that he could come in, the steam from the shower rushing out into the room.

You walk back towards the mirror, wiping the humidity off of it before doing your skincare routine. Taeyong walks in with a huge frown on his face, shoulders slumped, taking long, dragged strides towards you.

"You said 10 minutes is all you'll take!" he said, the first thing after wrapping his hands around your waist, face dug into your neck.

"And I took exactly 10 minutes," you reply, twisting your neck at a very painful angle to place a kiss on the crown of his head.

He let out tiny noises of protest when you removed his hands from around you, walking out of the bathroom to the closet to get something comfortable for you to wear, and of course, why wear your own clothes when you could just steal Taeyong's?

So you take out one of his grey hoodies, discarding the towel and pulling the comfortable fabric over your head, opting to wear nothing inside because it's night and you don't want to torture yourself.

Taeyong stood still by the door, looking at you with a not so amused face, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner, "Alright first my hoodie, then my sweats, take my boxer next" his voice jokingly scolding you.

You look at him feigning offence, "When did i take your sweats??" you ask in a high pitched voice, walking towards him with your arms crossed over your chest.

His lips drew into a straight line, softly flicking your forehead as he bent down to be face level with you. "You were literally wearing it when I walked in" he sassed. You let out a small throaty laugh, caressing your forehead, "Oh, seems serious. Maybe I should wear your boxers now then" you say, about to make your way back into the closet, "Come here you!" he pulled you into a tight embrace, your back hitting his chest as he held you in place with his arms wrapped firmly around you. You let out giggle as he peppered the back of your neck and the sides of it with kisses.

"You think you're funny, huh?" Taeyong asked, attacking your sides, you squirm in his grip, trying to get out of his grip because you're extremely ticklish.

"Tae, s-stop, i can't breathe!" you whine out as he slowly loosened his grip around you, laughing watching you twist out of his hold.

"That's for keeping me waiting for over 10 minutes" he said, now his hands loosely hanging around your hips, yours around his neck. "Oh you're back at it again" you playfully roll your eyes. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, "Of course! I missed you so much!" he said, tugging you closer, head dipping into the nape of your neck, placing soft kisses there, dragging his lips up the flesh, towards your earlobe. He nibbled on the soft muscle, you let out a sigh of content, as he placed another kiss behind your ears, "I missed this.."

He rasped out, resuming his ministration on your soft skin, hands travelling lower, under the material of your (his) hoodie, pulling your body even closer with his hands around your waist, palms resting on the bare skin. The temperature seemed to have increased, his hands cold in contrast to your warm skin, causing a spark making you jolt.

"A-aren't you tired?" you whimper out, your palms resting flat on his chest as he left love bites all over your flesh, occasionally pulling back to see the skin turn crimson-purple, before going back to leaving marks once they were the way he wanted them.

He hummed against your skin, placing one last soft kiss, removing his head from the nape to look at you.

Taeyong had a smirk on a face, watching you pant slightly, kissing the tip of your nose, "Not anymore" he said and leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You were standing on your toes to reach his lips, him leaning down lower and lower for your lips to not fall out of his. He started walking forward, slowly as you step back, not wanting your legs to tangle and the pair of you to fall down, lips still in contact.

You felt the back of your knee hit the bed frame, the sudden contact making you jump. Taeyong giggled against your lips, looking at you with nothing but love and adoration, "Scaredy cat" he mumbled, making you smack his shoulder. "Says you".

Taeyong had his arms at small of your back, supporting your body to lay you down gently on the sheets, finding your lips once again once he had you where he wanted you to be, him climbing the sheets himself, placing one hand beside your head to support his weight and the other under your hoodie.

He swiped his tongue on your lower lip, asking for access which, you grant him gladly. Your hands travel from his neck, down to his chest, to his torso then towards the hem of his shirt, tugging at the material, signaling him to take it off. You feel Taeyong smile against your lips, pecking it, moving back slightly to remove his shirt from over his head. Once that was out of the, he raised his eyebrows at you, head tilted up, silently asking you to do the same.

You decided you wanted to tease him, you shake your head, poking your tongue out at him. "Tsk, tease." he exclaimed under his breath, the smile still wide on his face as he got up pulled you under him, causing you to let out a yelp, pulling his hoodie over your head, making shivers run down your spine from the sudden exposure as you had nothing under it.

You hear him let out a shaky breath, "I really missed this so much". He placed soft kisses all over the skin of your collarbone, down the valley of your chest, to your stomach, smiling as you squirm underneath him. "Me too.."

He moved back once again, admiring your bare body, all marked up, looking absolutely beautiful. He lifted himself over you again, kissing the entirety of your face as his hands traveled down your body, gently prying your legs open, looking at you with doubt in his eyes when hands were just inches away from your core. You look at him, giggling and nodding your head, signaling him to continue.

Taeyong let the tip of his fingers brush against your wetness, watching you whimper a bit, then kissed your cheeks letting a single finger slip into your slit, "I love you", you moan out, the feeling a little foreign as you hadn't had any intercourse in the span of two weeks, making you squirm because of the uncomfortable feeling. He slid his finger in, pulling it out slowly, and repeating the action, the pleasure soon kicking in because of how skilled his fingers are.

"I love you too!" you whine out a moan when he curls his digit inside you, his slender fingers working so gracefully inside you, soon pushing towards your high.

It would've been a little embarrassing from how fast you were reaching your peak if it wasn't for Taeyong whispering praises every now and then right into your ears, admiring the marks he had left, re-painting the ones that were faded.

He added a second finger in slowly, feeling you clench around his digits, knowing you're close.

"Tae!" you cry out, trying to close your legs, feeling your orgasm rip off.

He slowed down his pace, slowly helping you ride out of your high, hushing you, when he felt you shake slightly.

Once you calmed down, he removed his fingers from inside you, making you whine from the sudden coldness felt there. "Do you think you can take one more, love?" he cooed at your expression, moving back to grant you enough space to breath normally, while caressing your hair.

You nod your head pulling him in for a kiss as he fumbles with the button of his jeans, shifting weight from one hand to another trying to get out of the clothing while not breaking the kiss.

"You're so beautiful.. " he said softly, looking at you as though you're his entire universe, which you are. You feel blood rush up your cheeks, you lift your hands to cover them, earning a laugh from Taeyong. "You're acting shy now, huh?" he asked once he was void of clothing himself.

"Who's a-acting shy?" you question, looking anywhere but him as he kept giggling. He softly took a hold of your face, moving it and forcing you to look at him. He pecked your lips still smiling wide his cheeks might be hurting. But he doesn't care. "I love you" Taeyong said, once again positioning himself on top of you, rubbing his shaft against your wetness, lubricating it, "I love you too.." you say out fast, feeling the tip slide in slowly, stretching you out painfully.

Seeing your face scrunched up, Taeyong immediately stopped, staying in one place, sliding in the slowest he can. Stilling completely once the entirety of his member was inside of you.

"You're doing great, baby" he whispered, shifting closer to you, weight now on his elbows, as he moved your hair away from your face, placing pecks all over your it to distract you from the stretch.

He kept letting out sweet words, occasionally moving the slightest to test the waters, seeing if you're ready for him to move or not.

You place your hands around his shoulder, palms resting flat on his back as you tap it, kissing his cheek, "You c-can move.." and so he did, groaning when he pulled out a little, then pushing back in at a slow pace, not wanting to hurt you.

You let out a moan, feeling him completely feel you up made you feel warm on the inside. You crane your neck at his slow, deep thrusts, Taeyong taking it as an opportunity to mark you once again, if that was even needed.

You feel him struggle holding back himself from going faster, scared you'd feel uncomfortable. "You can move faster, baby. It's.. It's fine" you moan out.

He pulled out once again, steadying himself to set a faster pace as he pushed in deeper, latching his lips onto one of your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

"Fuck.." he growled, voice throaty and deep, he shifted himself, moving to the other nipple giving it the same attention he'd given for the other.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, his words of encouragement dripping honey, the only other sound being that of the aircon.

Taeyong's thrusts were slow and controlled, deep, reaching spots that had your toes curl, back arching of the bed and holding onto Taeyong for support.

"Tae.. I'm close" you warn him, still moaning out, somet louder than the other when his member hits your soft spot. He kissed your temple, his hips not losing the rhythm.

Taeyong let out a growl feeling you clench around his member, "Can you hold on for a bit, princess? I'm close too" he said, moving faster as you nod your head, your legs wrapped around his hips.

Feeling you clench even frequent than before, his moves started to get sloppier, hips stuttering against yours.

"You can let go, baby" he cooed at you, voice hoarse from the constant moaning, feeling himself getting closer and closer to his high.

One last thrust and you felt your knot come undone, letting out a chain of his name, whimpering when his member started pulsating inside you. His hips slow down, looking at you with urgency, "Come in me, Tae.." you look back at him with doe eyes, clenching around his member, encouraging his orgasm, you yourself let out whimpers, pain of being slightly overstimulated kicking in.

He let out a high pitched moan, calling out your name as his seeds spill out right into you, painting your walls as you sigh from the feeling.

Your foreheads connected, Taeyong placed a slow kiss on your lips, riding out his own high and pulling out, distracting you from the pain once again.

You pant hard, giggling as you calm yourself as Taeyong looked at you with adoration, wiping off the sweat that trickled down the side of your face with the back of his hand.

He leaned down once again, placing a peck at the edge of your lip, rolling off of you and onto the bed beside you, pulling your body closer to his in an embrace.

"Did I ever tell you that I love you?" he asked in a low voice, his chest moving as he chuckled feeling you snuggle up further into his chest.

"Only a million times"

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Madara and Obito... In SPACE

So the preface to this mess: I don’t know jackshit about Star Wars, so a lot of this went through friends who do know Star Wars (the primary of which does not have a tumblr).

(I have watched Episodes 7&8, and Rogue One. Of the first six movies, I remember watching maybe an hour total. I have not seen more than snatches of Clone Wars. Beyond that, nothing but fic.)

Anyway! Let’s go:

As y’all probably know by now, my favorite form of crossover is what I call “intrusive,” so... I'm enjoying the mental concept of "dump Madara on Coruscant and watch him go." (Prequels, probably.)

Does Madara know what's going on? No. Can he understand a word that's being said? No! Is he going to fight the first person to aim a weapon at him, and every person after that? Yes.

Is Madara fighting fit?

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnno, not really, he’s old as balls. This is "I was on cave life support but I'm getting back up to kick ass out of pure spite" Madara.

[Image description: A screenshot of a panel of the Naruto Manga. Uchiha Madara is old and visibly ‘decrepit,’ with spiky white hair and an amorphous black robe. He is sitting on a pale throne, and there is a scythe visible to the side. He has a speech bubble saying “I am... a ghost of the Uchiha.” End Description]

Two wrinkly old guys, staring each other down: There ain't enough room in this universe for the two of us. [Palpatine and Madara start fighting to the death]

Congrats, Palpatine! Your ass is getting kicked by a geriatric malcontent who doesn't speak any language you've ever heard or feel like literally anything in the Force. You may have Sith lightning, but do you have decades of frontline experiences and over half a century of cave-dwelling bitterness?

Both of them, simultaneously, in completely different languages: Get off my lawn, whipper-snapper.

Palpatine: Behold my mastery of the Dark Side, Foolish old man! Palpatine: [shoots lightning] Madara: Oh hey, you're like the seventeenth most dangerous person who can shoot lightning I've fought. Telekinesis? Fought that. Combat precognition? Fought that, have that, and let me tell you hwat, it doesn't help if you're opponent is just that much faster than you.

Now, I’ll take a step back and acknowledge that several people advised me that Palpatine would stand a chance against Madara, likely even win, if Madara just got hacked off of his life support and is down to one eye.

But. I want a shitpost, and also to clown on Palpatine, so Madara wins easily.

Madara also deserves to be clowned on, but the entire situation is clowning on him because he’s not in his cave anymore, and he really wants to go back to his Gedou Mazou statue.

Maybe Madara and Palpatine go Old Man Fight and then Obito just pulls a Ninja Move and kills Palpatine that way. Madara was ranting and Obito just. Ninjas behind Palpatine and slits his throat like “okay, you’re obviously evil so like... bye.”

(I just love causing "Wait what" reactions in characters that are used to having total control. Like. Have you read "Unexpected Guests"? The Bleach fic? Everything that happens in Hueco Mundo and after. That energy. I want that energy.)

Madara waves his scythe around like a cane. Obito just trails after like “Gramps, no” because it’s still pre-Sanbi, so he’s Mostly Innocent (you know, on the scale of how fucked up Obito is as a person), and just wants Madara to like. Stop.

Palpatine dies but nobody's sure what to charge Madara with since he did kind of expose a Sith? And Palpatine attacked first for [handwave] reasons?

Jedi: Well sir, in lieu of charging you with assassination of the emperor, we have decided to ask you politely to return to the elderly person's retirement home from whence you came. Please leave immediately. You are frightening the senate. Madara: [incomprehensible raving] Jedi: Yes yes, very interesting. Jedi, whispering: Does anyone know his caretaker???

Obito looks increasingly put-upon as events progress. You need Obito there to... well, not translate. Nobody can translate. But to at least poke Madara into being Slightly Less Homicidal.

Anakin seems sad about his friend dying and being evil so Obito challenges him to a spar. Madara and Obito get pulled into the Jedi Temple to help train Padawans? My first thought was "they wouldn't trust someone so obviously Weird, Crazy, and Incomprehensible around the younglings" and my second thought was "well they let Yoda do it and he's all those things so I mean? YEAH."

What if they put Madara in the bacta tank and he just freshened up like a daisy because of hand-wave Hashirama cell reasons (Blame Sir Tiddyface).

From “Decrepit and Reliant on Cave Tube Life Support” to “Will Call Down Meteors With Ease”

How many eyes does he have? Whatever’s funniest. Let’s say one Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan and one Rinnegan, for maximum chaos.

Would "half my body is missing" Obito freak out if Bacta regrew his eye? Can bacta regrow something like that? When characters lose limbs they usually just get cybernetic replacements, but the person I spoke with said that apparently they saw somewhere that that kind of thing can grow back it just takes a really long time.

I want to imagine bacta would help Obito with the Zetsu integration.

Anyway! Yes. Have Madara help train people despite being... Madara about it. You know... kind of a dick.

(I’d put example gifs but I don’t feel up to it. Y’all know what Madara’s “weakness disgusts me” ass is like.)

Obito had to get his "these fools could never make me sweat" sass from somewhere, after all.

Do you think Obito could fight the baby Jedi that are around his age while recovering? I have no idea what their skill level is at fourteen, but I want to imagine Obito sparring the Padawans.

Obito + Zetsu + Bacta = he still needs physical therapy but he can spar again!

Madara is delighted to have a baby ninja to bully. He's too old to not bully baby ninjas, and Obito is the only baby ninja. TBH Madara just makes Obito his assistant teacher.

Obito: What are we even doing here and how do we get home? Madara: I'm still working on that. Obito: But I want to go home and see Rin and Kakashi! Madara, who was like two days away from triggering the Sanbi plan: I'm working on it.

Something sticking in my mind rn is Ahsoka&Obito, since Obito is still Baby.

I think Obito would be excited to have someone his age that thought he was Cool and Talented for being able to do Chakra Things instead of writing him off as "the dead-last." Like, Rin is friends with him, but she doesn't look up to him as someone more/differently talented. He'd be excited to get to be "The Mysterious Cool Big Bro" for once.

I feel I also just like the idea of Anakin not knowing what to do with someone Several Years Younger that is also. Ninja Skill.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

Madara is a grouchy old man even AFTER he gets effectively de-aged via bacta dunk, for the record. He's back in his prime and the Jedi have no idea how. They're all concerned about tiddyface*. (When are people not concerned about Sir Tiddyface, really.) The mokuton is a problem.

*Sir Tiddyface is that random Hashirama face that Madara had growing out of his pecs for like... convoluted bullshit reasons.

(Madara doesn't have mokuton, but he has enough Hashirama cells that it interacted very, VERY weirdly with the bacta.)

Obito spends the intervening weeks trying to learn the local language. He's very eager. Not particularly fast. Still doing it though!

I want Obito juggling kunai as physical therapy while he's waiting for Mads to get out of the bacta tank and just gains himself the adoration of a gaggle of small baby Jedi children.

Madara comes out of the bacta tank looking like he did in his prime (which I mentioned earlier but whatever), and it absolutely incites a yelling match of an argument that draws way too much attention.

Someone tries to teach Obito how to access the Force, just to see what happens. He almost turns into a statue because the philosophy behind Force meditation is only a few steps away from Sage Mode Meditation.

Anyway, Madara smacks him with a stick like Fukasaku to make sure Obito doesn't turn into stone.

Madara grumps about the lack of paper and brushes and ink. Bitches about it until someone hits up an antique store or something to get them for him. The day before he and Obito are dispatched on a mission with someone, probably Anakin for plot reasons, Madara very publicly seals things into a scroll and then tells them that no, they can't learn it, because the Force isn't chakra so fuuinjutsu won't work for them, so There.

Obito practices some Teen Rebellion (tm) and like, tries to teach the Padawan friends he's made how to do Chakra Things... but he's so bad at explaining things that nobody can get it to work even if it were possible.

In Obito's defense, language barriers. Not in Obito's defense, he's just really bad at words sometimes.

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dboliklover · 5 years ago

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Can you do the Sakamaki boys reacting to their tiny s/o who sees something she doesn’t like or completely agree with and goes ‘not my kink’ before shutting her book or turning off the tv etc...... YOUR BLOG IS GREAT I READ THE PIZZA IMAGINE AND LAUGHED!!!

I hope you don’t mind, I did alter the requests slightly! <3 <3 <3 Thank you so much, dearest. This took me way longer than I had planned, but I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: NSFW mentions/themes, but not actual smut.

Shu:

You were sitting in the music room as Shu played the violin for you, book in your hands. He rarely played for you, but this was one of those rare, domestic moments that made you feel so-very-content.

The book you had chosen, however - was something you’d foolishly grabbed in a hurry, and the more you tried to read the more...disturbing it got.

Not in a ‘real’ disturbing manner, mind you; the disturbing part was how god-awful this book was. The writing. The characteristics. The hypersexualisation that made you want to cringe.

Not to even mention how unrealistic this book was! You would know how the ‘risque’ sex that’s written in this novel actually works and this ain’t it, chief.

Instead of arousal, you felt disgust; why was the protagonist so...bland and horny??

Eventually one of the sexual descriptions broke your resolve and you slammed the book closed, the sound causing Shu to stop playing, turning to you with a raised eyebrow - a look that said ‘What the fuck?’

You took a deep breath, your cheeks tinted vermilion with embarrassment - definitely not arousal - as you placed the book down on the window sill beside you. “Nothing, I just don’t find this book appealing,” You swallowed thickly, “Keep playing, please. You know I love your music-”

Shu let out a breathy chuckle and placed his violin down, coming closer to you with his hands in his pockets and his signature jacket over him.

You attempted to grab the book back before he could pick it up and see what it was, but he grabbed the book from your hands as you squealed and tried to grab it back - too bad you were so small

An unusually loud laugh fell from his godlike lips, “50 shades of Grey?” He snickered, shaking his head, “If you want bondage, you lewd woman, you can get the real thing from me.” He shamelessly stated as if it was the most casual thing. “I’ll even be kind enough to take you right here and now.”

You blinked, red-faced. “....Not my kink!” you cried out without even realising what you said - and then blushed harder in humiliation when you acknowledged the words that had slipped out of your panic. Unfortunate too because this was your kink; and Shu knew it, too.

Reiji:

Reiji and you were in bed, he was reading a classical novel as you watched TV

How you even convinced him to allow you to have TV in your room, even you did not know; but you do remember him being strictly against it. He really did detest that TV.

Your small form bundled up in the covers as you watched the screen, Reiji was frustrated because he REALLY hated this stupid TV and didn’t know why he agreed to let you have it in the first place and was very close to just getting rid of it. Why couldn’t you just read a book like a sophisticated, proper person (like himself)?

Reiji sat up off the bed with his book and went to the library instead - it was at least quiet there, as opposed to the ridiculous movie you were watching.

As for you, the movie was...interesting, to say the least - it had looked appealing to you when you first turned it on but soon found that it was getting a little too...intense. You hadn’t initially realised it would be a slasher film, and as luck would have it the moment the nasty things started occurring was when Reiji was already out of the room.

You tried - you truly did - to keep going and just watch it but you couldn’t.

Not because you were scared or afraid but because it was so horrifically gorey in the worst of ways that it was impossible to enjoy - how did anyone possibly like this genre?

Reiji had just managed to close the bedroom door behind him when he heard you screech, “NOT MY KINK!” from inside, and a soft thud as though you’d thrown the remote.

He blinked, mentally arguing with himself on whether or not he should even try to go inside and see what happened; he was curious, yes, but curiosity killed the cat and to be frank...well, he didn’t exactly want to know.

Like that one time he’d walked in on Laito and his lover in the kitchen and quite literally entered and left as soon as he saw what was going on. He shuddered at the memory.

Taking a deep breath he turned back around and went inside, raising an eyebrow in mild amusement as he saw you huddled in bed, TV turned off and the remote sitting in the corner against the wall.

Hm, maybe this was fortunate; he’d finally be able to convince you to get rid of that TV.

Not to mention you looked adorable like that; your petite form clenching onto the covers and pillows in a panicked state.

Reiji loved seeing you so vulnerable and adorable, like a small little panicked rabbit.

Ayato:

You were sitting by the swimming pool, your small legs dipping in and out of the water as you read your novel, humming softly to yourself as you were fully focused on the story.

Ayato was splashing around in the pool, and though he wouldn’t admit it he was upset you refused to swim with him

What was the point of coming to a pool with him if you weren’t going to swim?

Pouting, he swam around a few laps, admittedly growing bored and glancing over at your tiny physique holding a book by the pool’s edge. It would be so easy just to...pull you in…

A smirk befell his lips and he chuckled to himself darkly, his emerald eyes narrowing as he sunk his larger body under the surface, slowly making his way over to you, sneaking up on you so he could pull you into the pool by the foot.

He couldn’t wait to see our expression - this was going to be SO amusing.

Teasing you must’ve been Ayato’s favourite activity above anything else; your huffy reactions were always just too cute for your own good.

Carefully he got closer and closer as you were perfectly unaware that he was beginning to reach you, the book in her hands having completely stolen your attention (from Ayato; hence why he was so determined to tease you and regain your attention - but he would rather die than admit that aloud)

Your scream spread through the outdoors, loud enough to scare the birds off their trees as you felt a hand grasp your leg and drag you under the depths of the swimming pool, your book flying up into the water, ruined.

Eyes wide and shocked your tiny body sunk beneath the water’s surface as you frantically attempted to calm yourself down, swimming up to take a deep breath as you moved your hands shakily to keep afloat.

“Ayato!” You cried out as frustration flooded your veins, “What the hell did you do?”

His laugh was obnoxious to you in that moment; you had half-a-mind to push him away from you with your legs under the water, but instead you made your way back to the pool’s edge, sighing. “Don’t do that again,” You huffed, “It’s not my kink,”

Ayato blinked, confused but very much entertained - hey, his plan had worked; he managed to regain your attention and that’s a win for him.

“Maybe that isn’t,” He countered, swimming closer to you as you climbed back onto the ground, his eyes melting into yours, “But I know for a fact this is,” Suddenly his arms were on your thighs, spreading them apart as you gasped, “A-Ayato! Not here, I...I…” A heavy blush covered your cheeks as you bit down on your lip to stop the soft moans, “Any one could come out here right now and see us-”

“Let them.” He winked.

Laito:

Playing pool was never ‘your’ thing; you were terrible at it, really.

Still, Latio demanded he play with you and you just couldn’t refuse him; not when his way of “convincing” you was to mercilessly attack your neck with love bites until you were a gasping, moaning mess.

So here you were, holding a pool stick as you leaned against the pool table, watching Laito lean down to take a hit off the ball.

Both of you knew that he was going to win; you would lose every time much to your dismay, though in your defense he had absolute decades or even centuries of experience so of course he’d be your superior in this game.

As you two played and you were getting your ass served to you, you turned on the small television in the game room just so you two would have some background noise to make the experience more pleasant. (And, admittedly, you were hoping the noise would distract Laito and make him falter)

Unfortunately for you, however, the channel the TV was on was the news channel, and specifically regarding some politics that never failed to get you riled up and angry.

You were trying to focus on the game; you really were, but you kept hearing the news reporter making ridiculous declarations which curdled your very blood.

How could people be so stupid? And spread such obvious misconduct and propaganda?

Laito noticed your agitation increase as you tried to project those frustrations on the poor pool balls that you kept hitting with no strategy apart from “angrily hitting this and making the balls fly everywhere”

You were tense, and he wasn’t sure why that was - his first instinct was that he was just that great at pool that you were becoming horribly frustrated due to your inferior skill; but he soon found his answer when you grabbed the remote and turned the small TV off, filling the room with silence as you sighed and declared, “Not my kink.”

After he processed what had just happened, he laughed in the sultry manner which only he could pull off; that signature thigh-clenching laugh that instantly activated the burning desire within you. Still, you glared at him, crossing your arms because your anger, though aimed at the stupid news, had not yet dissipated.

“What are you laughing about?”

Laito tsked and shook his head, that charming smile sending you back on your heels; fuck, why did he have to be so damn seductive that you forgot whatever it was you were upset about with just one look?

Before you knew it, Laito pushed your body against the table, trapping you in a compromising position as the pool stick fell from your hand and clacked on the ground, “L-Laito…” You whispered in slight protest, trying to resist your lover’s advances.

Unfortunately for you the moment he picked you up and placed your ass on the table, caging your body with his arms as he held onto your thighs you knew that your resolve was fading fast.

“That’s not your kink, huh?” He chuckled into your ear so you could feel his breath on your ear, sending wild sparks down your spine, “Maybe I can help with that.”

Kanato:

Kanato demanded you have a tea party with him and Teddy, and who were you to refuse? Especially since you knew damn well he’d throw a tantrum if you tried to say no.

So here you were, sitting at the tea table elegantly with Teddy and Kanato, who was forcing you to eat more cake than you would like to eat, but you also knew he was relentless when it came to sweets.

It was quite enjoyable for the most part - by now you were used to having such tea parties with Kanato, since he had a bias towards more...childish aspects of life. But given his difficult childhood, you understood why that was and if having Teddy by his side and having tea parties made Kanato feel safe, secure and stable, then you would partake in such things for his sake.

What you perhaps weren’t so much a fan of was the dresses. He insisted on dressing you up constantly in the most frivolous gowns he could get his hands on; at times you felt more like his personal dress-up doll than his lover.

Frills, satins, ribbons and lace, though pretty when used to enhance clothing, were atrocious when used in such frivolity.

But, just as with everything else, you put up with it for Kanato’s sake. Even the tight, excessively hot-to-wear dresses, you put up with it all because you knew that Kanato felt better when he could have control over such things.

Biting into a piece of terribly sweet cake, you raised it to your lips when Kanato suddenly stood up, telling you to stay still, and so you did and waited for him to return.

When he came back, you had to stop yourself from nervously laughing because he was holding up the most frilly, puffy, most horrific dress you’ve ever seen. It was too much, even out of all the kinds of insufferable dresses he forced you to wear, this one was something else, another level completely.

Not even the world’s brattiest princess would be caught dead in it!

He...he really expected you to wear this?

You did a lot to make Kanato happy, and made many sacrifices for him. But this...this was too much; it was impossible for you to ever even try to get into that death trap of a dress.

This was one thing you were not going to be doing no matter how big a tantrum saying ‘no’ would result in.

“Not my kink.” You softly stated, swallowing the piece of cake and placing your fork down slowly, as if trying to make no sudden movements in front of a predator.

Your statement clearly confused him, and that gave you enough time to raise from your seat, and you could tell that for a second Kanato thought you were standing to come and take the dress to change into it, but the moment you were standing you legged it out of the room, hearing Kanato yelling at you to come back and wear it,

“NOT MY KINK!” You exclaimed again, running as far away as possible from the most hellish dress you’ve ever seen. It was such an awful dress that you were certain if Karlheinz was a dress, he’d be that monstrosity.

Subaru:

You were taking a walk with Subaru in the garden, enjoying your time together amongst the roses. Moments such as these were your absolute favourites; how could you not adore them? How could you not adore him?

Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked together without saying a thing, simply...enjoying one another’s sweet company, the mutual feeling of trust and love surrounding you both.

Subaru was not the easiest man to get along with, but you had taken your time to get him to warm up to you and now there was a comfort between you that you didn’t feel with anyone else.

Subaru...he’d truly become your lifeline, your love and everything good in your life. He was so much more wonderful than he gave himself merit for, but you were here to remind him every time he self-deprecated that you adored him just the way he was.

His hand let go of your hand only to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. It was physically and emotionally intimate; a sensation of true, undying love and passion and before you knew it your lips were on his in a frenzy.

Subaru was a rough man; this was nothing new to you, but you admittedly loved it. His strong touch, his violent kisses all over you, it was to die for.

He sank his fangs into your neck, drinking your blood as you held tightly onto him, feebly moaning with breathy sighs as you ascended into seventh heaven because Subaru drinking from you always felt so perfectly painful that it resulted in the truest of pleasure.

The beautiful moment of the pure intimacy of lovers was ruined when a certain ginger vampire interrupted, chuckling lustfully to himself with his hand on his hip, “My my~ What do we have here?” Laito taunted.

You felt Subaru tense and pull away - you knew he was moments away from snapping at his older brother so you quickly kissed your snow-haired lover to distract him from his rage and then pulled away when he was in a daze, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from your position on a bench, glaring darkly at Laito, “Not. My. Kink.” You hissed, which no doubt must’ve been absolutely adorable to the perverted vampire because you looked like a tiny little angry kitten!

He laughed and shrugged as you dragged Subaru away back inside, frustrated that Laito had ruined the romantic moment.

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Brothers anon, it makes me really happy and comforts me that you enjoy reading what I submit. It makes me really happy to write all of this and finally be able to tell someone my ideas. Thank you so much.

At first he kept trying to deny the father figure role, but when one night Jackie had a nightmare and came to him and ended up calling him dad, he stopped denying it and accepted it. And once he accepted it he did basically adopt all of them. Jackie and Grievous are literally chaos incarnate most days. They regularly love to prank the contestants and just act insane. Ran and Jackie just kind of hang around eachother, like Ran could be reading and Jackie training and they'd enjoy eachothers company. They do sometimes nap next to eachother, or play card games (which is a rare instance where Ran gets (playfully) rilled up and competitive). Grievous and Ran bonding sadly gets interrupted when Ranbob suddenly drops in, but before that Grievous would try to talk to Ran about what book he's reading and just try to make conversation with him.

Oh the height difference definitely remains. And its both terrifying and hailours to new people. It's even better when it's a 2v2 fight because Jackie has a habit of just climbing Ran like a monkey gym and sitting on his shoulders and its terrifying.

Well, since the drinking age is 3, I personally think the age limit is like 14 or something close. I believe I made their ages as Ran is 19 (almost 20. Maybe 4 months away), Jackie is 16, Watson is 30 something, Grievous is 22, and Ranbob is 28 (Ran is younger than his brother by 9 years) I have written down all their ages somewhere (and the ages where the events of Mizu took place) and if I got any wrong I will submit another ask with their ages. The other gladiators have managed to keep good relationships with most of eachother. A few like Grievous and Genevieve are close, Edward, Levi, and Watson are drinking buddies. Lagguis sadly isn't as involved cause he is sick and can't vist often at all. (I think I got everyone. Tell me if I missed anyone please, I cant check cause whenever I exit tumblr, tumblr deletes everything in my ask :') )

I dont have many rules for the Pit rn but I do have, no injuries that could cause long term or chronic damage, no sabotaging opponents, no teaming unless its a team round, no blackmail or anything of the sort to force an opponent to forfeit, and in order for a battle to end due to forfeit both sides must agree to it. But the Pit in general is a lot of things, there's fights for money, fame, and positions (like general). There's tournaments meant for nothing other than to show skill and just to fight your heart out. It's open to anyone above 14 and anyone under 80, to people from Subbin to those just passing through.

And there are different battles in the Pit, theres singles, the ones we saw in the Tales of the SMP episode. Teams, where teams of 2 battles against eachother. Free-for-all, where literally everyone fights against eachother. And Ion battles, battles where there are super powered weapons (like flame 2 iron sword. Or strength 3 potions) that spawn in the area at random. Typically Ran and Watson work best toghere, as their strategists and plan everything with back up plans, and they always call out warnings and watch eachothers back so its incredibly hard to actually hit them. And Jackie and Grievous work best toghere, with the two going insane and often taking people by surprise with their unmeasure and randomized movements and attacks.

At the start Ranbob was completely under Dreams thrall, not being able to really think for himself and even foregoing self care. When Ranbob starts to become himself again the fishermen are more than confused and hesitant, with Cletus especially stating multiple times that it may just be a trick. So it takes a while but Isaac actually is the one to suggest maybe it isn't a trick, and has to do with the mask that was found. This is later confirmed when the mask is brought to the group and Ranbob has a massive negative reaction that sets him back to how he was when they first met him.

Im honestly not sure yet, I think I want it to be a 'lets never go back' type thing but im not positive yet.

I dont have a solid backstory for the fishermen, but I know I want a little bit of it to tie to the story. Do you have any ideas for their backstory or nah? I do know I want them to have met eachother while they where in unfortunate situations and because of those they got family level close.

Ranbob doesn't take the little space well at first; staying outside when able too, even though that really upset Benjamin; and Ranbob has no idea how the outside works and has no idea how to read the weather or what he can and cant eat, but hey the enderman boi is trying his best to make up for everything he's done. And trying to build his own house to not impose on the fishermen (much like Ranboo did with Techno), but Benjamin wouldn't accept that and kept dragging him inside. It wasn't that hard for Benjamin, Isaac, and Charles to get used to Ranbob, already being used to sharing a small house, it was more Cletus with him refusing to leave Ranbob alone even for a second because he doesn't trust Ranbob at all.

The two groups actually get along surprisingly well! They like eachother and Watson once said, "It was like a family reunion. Or like long lost siblings finally found their way home."

I am once again not sure! Originally I planned for them to stay in Subbin and in the Pit. But the more I think about it the more boring that is and more I like the idea of the groups traveling toghere in the world.

I like this question! So enderman travel in groups called hauntings right? I personally headcanon the enderman in this group are basically family, biological or not. And ever since Ran and Ranbob lost their family they lost their haunting, which can be mentally damaging to a enderman. Once Ran found Waston, Jackie, and Grievous and started hanging around them more, he started feeling a connection ot them he hasn't felt on a long time. He's claimed them, as his haunting, his family. And he'll defend them with his life against anyone and anything. And then suddenly Ranbob came in, a enderman that should be part of his haunting but isn't, a enderman that killed his previous haunting. So Ran is incredibly defensive over his group, and is trying his best to keep Ranbob as far from his haunting as possible, to protect them.

Now Ranbob also got a haunting, his being Charles, Isaac, Benjamin, and even Cletus. So Ranbob is also defensive over his family. But unlike Ran, Ranbob still considers his brother as part of his haunting, his family (and yes, Ranbob did think Ran was dead when he first chased him out years ago, so he's shocked and relieved that his baby brother is still alive). And he sees how his family gets along so well with Rans family and then starts to even consider Rans haunting part of Ranbob's. Basically Ranbob has a big heart and is willing to accept almost anyone into his family, no matter what they've done.

Yep, the reason Porkius is so interested in Ran is because he's an enderman hybrid. And no one else is a hybrid expect for the two brothers (and Porkius, with him being a piglin hybrid).

Porkius is excited! He's excited to see what happens and is more than happy to agree to help as long as he is kept in the loop. Though unless he's directly asked to be involved he prefers watching from a distance at whats happening. Just so he doesn't get mauled by a pissed off enderman.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes (its late) and its so long! Im probably going to try to shorten them.

I’m glad you’re happy, it’s a nice thing to feel. Your ideas are really cool, and I hope I’ll get to see more of them in the future.

Now, can I simply say how adorable so much of this is? Jackie going to Watson when he had a nightmare, the Rans being protective of their groups, Jackie climbing Ran? I love that, it’s very heartwarming and cute, and it made me smile.

So Watson wasn’t really sure what to do with his new title at first, hm? And then Jackie called him dad? How’d he feel about that? How’d Jackie feel about the slip? Or did he even notice? He’s parenting them all, he’s gonna have a dad voice and everything. How do the adopted ones feel about him embracing it?

Jackie and Grievous, two people to truly fear when they wish to cause havoc. Tremble before them. Do they prank people, or do they just become absolute madmen on the battlefield? Or something else. Honestly, anything with these two just instantly makes me amused.

Jackie and Ran being chill buddies. very nice. Ran getting competitive over card games is a funny thought. Does he win often? Does Jackie? What kind of card games do they play?

Rather sad Ran and Grievous bonding is interrupted, but it’s nice to hear Grievous trying it. Hopefully they’ll get there someday.

Oh my god, it’s the height difference. Jackie getting on Ran’s shoulder sounds absolutely terrifying. Imagine being some poor new guy pitted against these gremlins and the short ones climbs on the tall ones shoulder-both look absolutely gleeful with the destruction they’re about to wreak, and you already know you cannot outrun them.

Jackie...Jackie...he’s da youngest. He’s small, and young, and you have no idea how much I’m laughing at this. I don’t even know why, it’s just really, really funny to me. Probably something to do with what a complete force of chaos we all know this boy is. Oddly fitting, but hilarious. How does Jackie feel about this?

How do the others? Are they a bit more protective over him? Does Ran like to flaunt his three years more over him?

Grievous and Genevieve are buddies! Very nice, they seem to have a good dynamic. Watson, Edward, and Levi also being close? Very interesting, has a lot of potential. I bet they share a lot of funny stories.

So we’ve established the basics of The Pit. Doesn’t seem too bad, for a fighting arena, to be honest. Seems pretty popular, actually. Do the gladiators live there? In the palace? Or do they just have a house somewhere nearby? What kind of establishments and areas are around? Food places, stores?

So Ran and Watson are the scariest team because of their strategy, and Jackie and Grievous are the scariest team because of their randomness? It checks out. I’m curious though, how do the other combinations work out?

Ranbob sounds like he has a less than fun time here, and the poor guy could really use some closure. What’s he like, free from the influence of the mask? He seems pretty close to Benjamin, so at least he’s got that going for him. Though he and Cletus don’t seem to have the strongest bond at first. How is that resolved?

And how does Ran feel about his brother’s new haunting, after everything? I imagine that he’s at least a little bit unhappy with it, for one reason or another-and there’s quite a few reasons for him to pick from.

How did that house-building attempt go, between Ran never being above water, and probably never building a house before? I can’t imagine too well.

Some ideas for backstory, well, hm. Isaac seemed dressed a bit fancier than the others, perhaps he comes from a richer family than the others? That’s about all I’ve got for now, sorry.

It’s nice to hear they got along, who clicks the easiest?

Possible road trip? Always fun.

So, the enderman hybrids have adopted their respective groups as their hauntings. You’ve mentioned Ranbob’s pretty cool with this, how does Ran feel? Obviously, he’s less than pleased with Ranbob, but what about the fishermen? Protective Ran and Ranbob! How protective exactly? Is it subtle, or overbearing at times? Actually, how do their instincts lead to them interacting with their groups overall?

Porkius must not see Ender hybrids too often, if he’s so interested in them. It’s nice that he’s willing to help out though, and his concern is valid. I wouldn’t want an angry enderman hybrid after me either.

Are hybrids not overly common, then, if there’s only Ran, Ranbob, and Porkius around currently, or are they just not mentioned a lot?

Thanks for the ask, a lot of it made me smile. I enjoyed reading it, and I hope you’ll be willing to send more when you have the time.

#dream smp #Brothers AU #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #ran #jackie #watson #isaac #charles #benjamin #cletus #grievous #porkius

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af1899 · 3 years ago

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FEH - So... quick thoughts on [CYL 2021]

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The [Feh Channel] was released here and we’ve finally got news on artwork, base kit and stats on everyone, I’ll share some early thoughts and reactions on each of the four, plus the identity of the new [Grand Hero Battle] unit right below, feel free to read on.

First of all, you might be most interested on our latest [Grand Hero Battle] unit, that’s... Pelleas “Ashnard’s Orphan”, going to be available starting August 18th at 4:00 a.m. (GMT-3). Quite the interesting pick and the guy deserved to be added to the game for a long time, he's a [Grand Hero Battle] because he's fought (albeit optionally) in a snowy map early on part 4, and he has a smaller room for growth compared to most of the cast in the game.

Now, I’ve read he’s using a generic red tome with a lion pattern engraved on it, this could very well mean it’ll have [Fury 3] or something similar, but this is a R.I.P. for him because he gets no PRF to stand out and is just going to be another free infantry red tome in 2021... ugh... but I’ll wait and see on the data mine when it rolls out tomorrow.

Next up, kits for everyone and stats:

(As for what are the other skills other than the weapons, feel free to check the trailer linked above)

Now, I’ll order the characters from most to least anticipated by me, along with what I think of each:

Marianne: I’d say she’s the absolute winner for me but... much as I adore her, I actually feel rather mixed about this alt. She comes with [Atk/Spd Unity] which reverses field penalties on those stats and her kit+stats priming her for pure offense on player phase, she’s going to be really fast and able to take in a large portion of damage for the first strike from the enemy per combat. Not really shabby and actually really interesting colorless tome offensive unit, but I’d have liked to see a version of her wielding [Blutgang] after timeskip... I’m guessing we’ll see that in an alt like the Valentian Whitewings. Sadly, I’ve been eagerly waiting for [Atk/Spd Unity] so that my Clarisse would have it, but the worst thing that could happen is that she already has the other two passive skillas Marianne has, so I think I’ll keep waiting. As for artwork, I like it but at the same time, I feel slightly uncomfortable by the styling itself, Marianne’s expression in her special art is particularly bothersome but not to the extent I’d be upset about... it just feels odd, like maybe another artist such as Asatani Tomoyo might have proposed a take that’s more my liking.

Eirika: she’s kind of a special case here, in this ocassion, she takes up on Ephraim’s weapon and garment, I actually like this idea, since it references her strong connection with her beloved brother. The art is pretty and I find it refreshing her hair is tied into a ponytail this time; but now, in terms of gameplay, she plays similarly to Marianne, yet there are many glaring differences for sure, like lowered damage reduction and easy stats plus follow-up negation effects nulled, making of her yet another excellent [Windsweep 3] source. *Presses F in the chat for Lifis* She also carries a powercrept [Swift Sparrow 3] which I have no doubt will be inheritable, as it can heal the user by large amounts, complimenting skills with large cooldowns like [Aether] really well (do note that works when an offensive skill triggers in-battle).

Marth: the wait has been long worth for his fans, although I was never too drawn by him, I still like him from the Akaneia titles (yes, I just used an old translation all right). Although he’s just another infantry sword user, I actually appreciate he’s doning Anri’s armor, Marth’s ancestor from old times, the concept itself is actually so good and the artwork is impressive. From a gameplay standpoint: his weapon is loaded with a ton of effects that require consistent stat boosting in field for the maximum effect, fortunately, you don’t have to worry as much about positioning allies near Marth, just keeping them buffed with at least a +5 on everything, Fae with her preference weapon (no need to refine) got you covered, but having a total of 25 is enough and easy to make of him a powerhouse. Again, he also comes pre-built, without any need for investment except of course adding an assist skill like for Eirika and Marianne, slightly gearing towards enemy phase but rather flexible to build.

Gatekeeper: I never hated (or will hate) him, he’s a well revered guard in the Garreg Mach Monastery with a cheerful and dutiful attitude that I like.. I’m just not really attached to him nor find the popular meme that interesting or funny. Anyway, I have to admit that I.S. went very creative with his quotes, epithet and skill naming (and did you see that weapon’s animation? That’s crazy). His artwork is amazing too, you just have to look at all the detail on it like the castle on Gatekeeper’s background and his teammates accompanying him in his special attack. As for gameplay, he’s pure enemy phase, a strong and durable mixed wall with tendence towards buffing his physical defense and carries an ability to block the enemy’s advancement and warping skills within an area centered on him, plus he also offers a little support as well, a rather interesting unit indeed, I don’t think he’ll be too annoying or even a common threat in PvP, but he might see use in some situations.

As for my free summon, I’m probably picking Eirika actually, I quite like her and that new A-skill plus [Atk/Spd Menace] on regular pool is looking spicy, perhaps my Nyx is going to love these, but I’ll wait for data mine to confirm inheritance restrictions on all new non-PRF skills.

Oh, I almost forgot but we’re getting a {Dragonflower} stat boost cap increase as follows:

And these rewards tomorrow:

I like this because my Sonya will have 69 base attack for a month but again my maxed out projects will be incomplete aaaaaaaaa.

#fire emblem heroes #choose your legends #cyl5 #fe heroes

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firemblem-fics · 5 years ago

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hi!! i absolutely adore your works here (yes, feel that validation sweetie!!) i'd like to request a felix x reader scenario where felix and his crush are helping each other in their weapon proficiency e.g. reader is helping him study reason spells and playfully zaps him as a joke since he's so bad at it at first, but when felix attempts to help them in swords he just ends up challenging them into a duel. thank you in advance

sorry for the long wait! i had to get my life together for a minute AHAH i hope this is okay! thanks for requesting baby!

distractions. | felix

You were never the person to say no to others.

This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s good if you’re Byleth, asking someone to help Felix learn something other than swordsmanship. It’s bad if you’re Felix, who has had all his swords confiscated until he becomes decent at one other skill.

He’s seething in the chair across from you. He had unhappily agreed to meet you in the library after dinner to practice a bit of white magic. You wanted to teach him to heal himself in others should he find himself in a pinch, but he was less than willing to do that. Felix didn't have any problems with you- no, he found you as a formidable opponent. An acquaintance. Friend? Maybe.

Felix didn’t have friends, but maybe you were an exception. Or maybe he just found you annoying. You wouldn’t shut up about hand positions or whatever that had to do with magic.

He began zoning out, looking at your face. You were talking so animatedly about something that he had no interest in. He couldn’t help but admire you at least a little. After all, you had agreed to teach him of all people to use something that wasn’t a sword. You were determined as well, trying to catch his attention again by snapping your fingers. He was well aware of what you were trying to do, but he couldn’t take his eyes away-

“Ow! What the fuck, Y/N?” A sharp pain coursed through his body suddenly.

“You weren’t paying attention!” You defended.

“So you decided to zap me? Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me healing instead of hurting? That hurt.”

“I can’t do shit if you don’t pay attention.” You mumbled. Felix heard you.

“Teach me some fighting tricks, then.” He closed the healing tome and slid it to the side, instead picking up a book that said ‘Bolganone’.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, making Felix promise to pay attention. After he agreed, you scooted your chair closer to him to show him what to do. This time, he was attentive. You weren’t. You were hyper-aware of every little movement that Felix made. The way he read through the textbook, picked up the tome, or even looked at you when you explained something made your heart skip a beat every time. Hell, you were even aware of his sighs.

“I think I understand it. At least a little.” Felix said after a few hours. He placed his hand on the fire tome and lifted it, creating a small flame in his palm.

You smiled and clapped. “Yay! Now I can tell the professor that I’m not completely useless.” You joked.

Felix furrowed his eyebrows. You weren’t useless- not one bit. Especially since you were able to teach him such a thing. He didn’t want to admit it, but he could be as stubborn as Dimitri at times. “You know how you could really be useful?”

You tilted your head questioningly, so he continued. “Let me get a training sword and we can spar. You with magic and me with the sword. If you beat me, I’ll seriously consider continuing your little tutoring sessions.”

You nodded, a little too enthusiastically, and walked with Felix to the training grounds. Reaching the door, you both reached for the handle. Your hands brushed for a minute and electricity stronger than your thunder magic shot up your fingertips and arms. You pulled away and held your hand to your chest, smiling at him shyly when he held open the door for you. He didn’t say anything, following you inside.

You threw him a training sword and pulled out your tome, getting ready to fight.

Felix attacked first, running at you with incredible speed. He swung his sword, aiming for your stomach, but you jumped out of the way, using wind magic to propel you back. You were constantly on the defensive, blocking and avoiding Felix’s swings. He finally left an opening for you to lift your hand, making wind circle around the two of you. Felix’s hair nearly fell out of its ponytail as a rather large gust threw him to the side and onto the ground. You came closer to him to pin him, but he swung up, hitting your chin. Catching you off guard, the wooden sword knocked you to the ground. Felix hovered over you, the tip of his sword at your throat and his face a little too close to yours.

“I win.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. It was close.”

“I have to admit- it was.” He agreed, not moving. “I was pretty distracted, though.”

“Really?” You sat up, making him fall back onto his heels in front of you. “By what?”

Felix looked away, contemplating what to say. Was he really about to be such a sap? He really didn’t need a relationship, but there was just something so… different … about you. You stayed in front of him, analyzing him. You were just there, breathing heavily, your wide eyes awaiting his answer. It took all he had in him not to kiss you. Or, maybe he could. Dorothea had said that you were interested…

Oh, fuck it. Felix thought. Surging forward, he cupped your jaw and pressed his lips onto yours. You made a noise in surprise, but quickly kissed back, much to his delight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hair that came loose in the wind attack while Felix’s other hand joined the first on your jaw, his thumb rubbing circles into your cheekbone.

You were the first to pull away. “You still never answered me,” You frowned, “What was distracting you?”

Felix only pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m in love with an idiot.”

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem three houses x reader #x reader #fire emblem three houses imagines #felix fraldarius imagines #felix hugo fraldarius x reader #felix x reader #felix imagines #felix fraldarius #felix hugo fraldarius

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amazingmsme · 4 years ago

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Consider this a sort of cheat sheet on how to wreck my babies.

Naomi:

She’s a pretty even switch but leans more toward the lee side

She’s a very playful ler & likes to tease a LOT & play cute lil tickle games

Her horns are killer ok, they’re just the right mix of sharp & dull to make it tickle like hell

She can be a very sneaky & mischievous ler

She’ll act all innocent tho but she totally isn’t

She’s such an adorable & fun lee!

She’s fae so she can’t lie. Which means if you ask her if she likes it she very angrily blurts out “yes!” because she tries so hard to answer with a lie

She gets really red in the face when she laughs & tears stream down her face but she’s fine, she’s loving it

Doesn’t really fight back unless you get her legs. Then she’s constantly kicking out cause that’s like tied for her #1 spot

Her other #1 spot are her cute lil goat ears. Her laughter is all high pitched & squeaky giggles

Since she’s a satyr, she BLEATS when she laughs! It embarrasses her to NO END!

Kinda loses all strength when her tummy’s tickled, probably her 3rd spot. Hips can also really get her going

If you tell her to raise her arms she will no matter what. VERY gullible to these kinds of attacks that trick her in a playful way

If you squeeze her knees (both sets of leg joints or the space in between) her legs shoot straight out & her entire body freezes up like one of those fainting goats. Except she doesn’t faint, she’s just trapped in a ticklish situation

Her hooves aren’t that ticklish. That is unless you have hoof grooming tools, then it’s absolute torture

The lil nubs right above the back of the hoof are the secret, absolute killer spot. She will scream, cry, kick, & finally just give up & go limp while laughing her head off cause she knows there’s nothing she can do

She’s t h i c c & got fuzzy legs, so what I’m saying is her ass looks like a corgi’s. You know how they just got the cutest roundest lil furry cheeks? That’s her. So you just KNOW that tush is gonna be ticklish. & let me tell you, it’s a BAD spot cause it’s directly connected to her legs

She’s got a really weird spot. You ain’t ready for it... it’s the top of her head. Scratch there lightly & she’ll drop to her knees in a giggle fit

She grooms pretty often, but brushing out the fur on her legs tickles like a bitch so she often rushes through that part

She has quite a few scars on her body & they’re even more ticklish than the rest of the spot

Yernad:

Definitely lee leaning switch but he’s got his moments. & he’s very skilled at what he does

When he’s in a mood Naomi calls him Lernad, his evil ler persona

This guy LOVES using his mouth to tickle. He’s got a fairly large tongue for a fairly large mouth & will lick all over a tickle spot. It’s rough like a cat’s tongue except he has thick saliva to protect him when he breathes fire. Lucky for him, that just adds to the sensation

He has rows of large sharp teeth, but the tips are just dull enough that if he puts the right amount of pressure, it will tickle like living hell. Just a ton of soft dull poking in multiple tiny, focused spots is enough to drive anyone mad. He will lightly chew to hear them squeal & if he’s feeling extra mean he’ll add his tongue to the mix. Great spots for this are legs & belly

He’s also got c l a w s so you just know he’s a good ler

He uses his tail too & will drag the flukes lightly over a soft spot or wrap it around you to pin you. It’s also great at giving soft squeezes that are super effective

Is there anywhere this man ISN’T ticklish?

Literally the most ticklish dude, I swear. & he loves it! But if he doesn’t know you that well yet he’s pretty good at holding in his reactions... at first

Definitely a lee with a ler complex

He’s got wings, but they don’t have feathers so they don’t help much when he’s on the giving end. However they’re great for taking him down! If you get his wing joints he legit roars. Also between his toes. & another secret lil spot that has yet to be found😉

He gets super defensive & denies liking it. & if you say that he does he gets super embarrassed & angy

His frills are definitely one of his worst spots. The scales are so thin & soft & it’s just such a perfectly vulnerable spot

His entire chest is yellow with smooth, plated scales like a snake belly & so it’s more ticklish than his harder red scales

The scar across his belly that killed him is for sure a death spot. It’s deep & big & extremely ticklish. It stretches from one side near his back all the way to the other side & across his belly

When you get his scar or frills his laughter gets a bit more frantic

His laugh ranges from booming belly laughs to high pitched smokey giggles

There’s a spot on the back of his neck between 2 quills that makes him honk/squeak & his frills INSTANTLY pop out. He absolutely hates it, it embarrasses him & he gets all huffy because of it

Of course his tail is ticklish, what did you expect?

He’s a big pouty baby & the only way to make him stop is if you wreck him

My man’s got mad endurance & he’s stubborn. Couple that with the fact he likes it & he can handle basically anything you throw at him

This bitch canNOT handle light tickles. He can’t handle rough ones either but light touches fucking break him

The one thing about him: he will never beg. He just won’t. He’s very prideful but it’s not just that. He didn’t beg once when he was captured & tortured during the war, so he refuses to beg at something as innocent & fun as tickling

Please feel free to send asks or message me about these babies! I have a mighty need to talk about them & just gush about how much I love them! If you got any questions about them please don’t be shy!

Bonus: Naomi laughing her head off

#dnd oc #dnd #ocs #my ocs #naomi wiltz #yernad delmirev

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elizabeth-mitchells · 4 years ago

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Andy and Quynh One Shots - chapter 50 - Impossibly Sweet and Disgustingly in Love

Prompt: Andy and Quynh being impossibly sweet and disgustingly in love around everyone Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Extreme Fluff, Tooth-rotting fluff, dangerous amounts of fluff, absolutely nothing but fluff

reposting my favorite one with an added bonus to wish everyone a happy new year!!

the most beautiful and incredible art inspired by this prompt by the lovely and crazy talented @mortt-artsy is here

The first victim was Booker. Ever since he had joined the team, considering Joe and Nicky were always together, he was used to partnering up with Andy during their missions. When Nile joined in and shortly after they were reunited with Quynh, he stayed with the two older women while Nile joined the other couple. Now, seeing Andy and Quynh fight side by side was an incredible thing, it was admirable, intimidating and somehow, beautiful. But, then there was the downside, whenever they had to sit around and wait for a signal or the right moment to attack, and he was left there while Andy and Quynh…

“Andromache, focus!” Quynh squirmed on her place on Andy’s lap. They were sitting on top of a building somewhere, Booker was intensely focused on his binoculars pointing at somewhere in the distance, and Andy was thoroughly entertained holding Quynh in her arms and kissing her neck.

“I am focused!” Andy tried to defend herself but, after another kiss, she added, “but only on you.”

“Lucky me,” Quynh whispered, turning her head to meet Andy’s eyes. There she found the usual unmeasurable love and adoration in every shade of green.

“No, I’m the lucky one here,” Andy held her close, softly brushed her nose against Quynh’s, and then finally indulged herself in kissing her favorite pair of lips.

In the background, they could faintly hear Booker cursing in French under his breath.

Soon enough, Nile encountered a similar fate. Andy and Quynh had volunteered to cook dinner, but after it was obvious they weren’t getting very far on it, Nile forced herself to go in and help. Though she stopped in her tracks when she entered the kitchen and found Andy sitting on the counter and Quynh standing between her legs. The two women were exchanging quick kisses and completely ignoring Nile’s presence.

“We could forget about dinner, you know?” Andy kissed her. She had her arms loosely draped on her lover’s shoulders, and she was strongly considering just pulling her closer already. Then she added, “I have something different in mind.”

“Oh, do you, my heart?” It was Quynh’s turn to kiss her, “I think I might have the same thing in mind.”

They kissed again while they ignored the whispered “Gross,” coming from Nile still standing by the doorway trying to get their attention.

“Something sweet?” Andy whispered against her lover’s lips.

Quynh lightly bit Andy’s bottom lip and then slowly released it and pulled away enough to say, “Stop pretending you’re flirting, I know you hate cooking and would seriously prefer to jump to the dessert.”

Andy laughed wholeheartedly at that, and let her head fall on Quynh’s shoulder, “I love you so much,” she said, with her lips brushing the woman’s neck.

“Guys!” Nile turned around and yelled in the direction of the living room, “We are ordering pizza!”

Even Joe and Nicky, previously unparalleled couple in being extravagantly in love with each other, found some… light aversion to the two women’s newly rekindled flame. The two men perfectly understood how passionate love could be between two immortal beings, and they had even seen Andy and Quynh before torture and grief had tainted their souls. However, now they were seeing what it meant to have five hundred years of love to make up for. Plus, it looked like the women had suddenly remembered their old on-going joke of annoyingly, but hopefully playfully, constantly reminding the men that they had been together for much, much, much longer.

They were driving away after a mission. Joe was behind the steering wheel, Nicky was on the passenger seat and Quynh was sitting in the back seat, with Andy laying down with her head on Quynh’s lap.

“So, it’s almost three thousand years now then?” Quynh wondered, while her fingers played with Andy’s hair, “Three millennia of devoted and ardent love?”

“Yes,” Andy, who was holding Quynh’s other hand, brought it to her lips and started tenderly kissing her knuckles one by one. “I have treasured you since the very first dream of you I had, and I have adored you more and more every day.” Andy’s eyes were soft in a way that only Quynh had ever seen them, but Quynh also loved the way that in the blink of an eye she could read the sudden change for playfulness in her lover’s eyes. “We should celebrate like during our second millennium. So long ago, and still, it feels like yesterday.”

“I agree, my heart” Quynh smiled with matching mischief, “and do you remember our first thousand years together? It went by in the blink of an eye!”

“Oh, I could never forget!” Andy replied with a perfect teasing tone, “Even if we have loved each other for two more thousands of years after that.”

“That’s literally three times more, huh?” Quynh couldn’t hold back a small laugh, even if then she added more seriously, “Every thousand of years is impossibly better when I’m with you”. Her voice had turned soft and sincere and it was obvious she wasn’t just thinking about teasing their friends. Every ounce of love and truth in her voice and heart was perfectly matched in every feature of Andy’s face and the spark in her eyes. It was so easy to forget the rest of the world existed when they were staring at each other just like that.

Still, on the front seat, Nicky’s face was settled in a deep frown. Joe was tightly gripping the steering wheel, and he mumbled, “You two should get a taxi.” But they continued to be ignored by Andy and Quynh, still lost in each other’s eyes, in their memories, in all the love they had ahead of themselves.

This tendency of Andy and Quynh being impossibly sweet and disgustingly in love around everyone, didn’t lessen with time, to the surprise, delight, and annoyance of different members of the group.

Nile swore off grocery shopping with the two other women after the time that something about some cheese brought out a pleasant memory that had Andy and Quynh making out with each other in the middle of the aisle. On one occasion Booker had to shoot himself in the foot to get out of shooting practice, because successfully introducing Quynh to modern weapons had turned into Andy praising the woman’s skills in a seemingly unending speech. Then there was Joe, who would refuse to visit a certain mall for at least a century after someone in a store mistook him for Quynh’s husband, right before everyone there noticed his alleged wife getting up to some highly inappropriate business in the dressing rooms with another woman. Nicky wasn’t the exception either, since he had lost count of how many times he had to walk out of the kitchen, unable to take one more second of Andy and Quynh exchanging affectionate words and lovingly feeding each other bites of whatever sweet dessert they had that day.

Finally, when the entire family was together, well, there was no difference. They could try to tease Andy for her sudden, and wrongly deemed uncharacteristic, softness, but she’d reply with a threat or Quynh would successfully intimidate them in her defense or, more often than not, Andy would simply not notice at all, completely lost while staring at the love of her life. They could try to complain when both women laughed about inside jokes while they walked toward a mission, or when they flirted with each other in a dead language only they knew while they were all having dinner together.

But, at the end of the day, when it was time to enjoy some time to themselves, relaxing in some remote corner of the world, the six of them scattered around a safe house’s living room and watching a movie chosen by Nile, it wasn’t annoying at all. Centuries of pain, guilt, grief, and nightmares, that in moments like this they could pretend never happened. Moments when Nile, Booker, Joe, and Nicky can do nothing but exchange smiles with each other, genuinely overjoyed to watch Andy and Quynh, the two women that had suffered the longest, and loved each other even longer, finally get a chance to do nothing but enjoy each other’s company.

It didn’t matter if it could be annoying to be in the presence of the couple that had been together for the longest amount of time in history and still had the ability to love each other with the dedication and enthusiasm of millennia ago. Sometimes, all the mattered was Andy and Quynh, falling asleep in each other’s arms, with smiles in their faces, and in their hearts the glorious knowledge that they would wake up the next day to continue loving each other more than ever before.

#back to regularly updating the one shot collection!! i'm getting it to 100 one shots even if it kills me!#the old guard #andy x quynh #andromaquynh #immortal wives #andromache the scythian #quynh #tog #the old guard fanfic #my fic

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paperbagpetrichor · 5 years ago

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Could you do a Dio (Part Three) x female reader with alignment from the space prompts? If not, that's okay. Thank you.

[ I apologize for the wait! Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. ]

To say that the last few days had been chaotic was a lie. It had been complete and absolute hell incarnate, and if you’d gotten a break in the past two weeks, you couldn’t remember it, either because it had been short or because you simply never received one. Every waking hour (and not waking hour, albeit you were still up) had been spent on preparing the next offensive attacker, sparring with them at least ten times daily to ensure their stands were still up to shape, careful to never hurt them but still pushing them into dangerous situations all to check for skill, precision, power, and control. Most had thankfully gained at least some insight to their stands. If nothing else, you had certainly mastered yours. And even though it drained you, somehow, at the end of the day, you were still in fighting shape, regardless of how many faux fights you’d garnered with Dio’s fellow servants, breaking a sweat but never backing down. You never backed down. There was a reason that you had so quickly climbed the ranks of Dio’s organization, and that certainly contributed, if not centered, the advancement in the hierarchy.

Albeit it wasn’t so much hierarchy as it was watchmen - in other words, people of a standless lot than Dio had convinced to stake out all areas where the Joestars and their pack were likely to be snooping around, were rather replaceable, for the obvious reason that it would take nothing more than a sweet tongue to lure in another person to fill the place of a fallen stakewatcher. Guards stationed around the watchmen were typically stand users, albeit with ones so weak that your training had nearly killed them instantaneously, simply to deter and provide a distraction for the enemies should they appear. Then there were Dio’s most loyal servants - those with powerful stands, ready to destroy the Joestar bloodline at any and all cost, carefully placed around the world in accordance to the watchmen’s scouting. Yet those past weeks you had lost almost all of them - watchmen, guards, and offensive servants alike. That was why you had to put so much effort into ensuring the survival rate of those that remained. But you were more than willing to do it. After all, Dio was far too busy with planning to do so himself.

And somewhere in between that left you. Since the day Dio had first scouted you, speaking his gentle words, ensuring that you were no longer alone, that you now had a home, a new way of life, a new family, an entirely new world, if you would simply hone your stand’s skills, your bond had only deepened. The both of you knew there was hardly a time for love under the present circumstances, but showed it in the ways you could. Hence why you were never stationed out. If, by some miraculous feat, that ragtag band managed their way into Dio’s palace - his control center, specifically, where he poured over strategy after strategy, organizing his ambitions into actions - you were the last line of defense.

This way, you wouldn’t have to leave him.

It was wordless, what you two shared, but words sometimes didn’t seem necessary. All the times you could talk, however, were usually in Dio’s room, which you shared, making sure all was as well as it could be for the man as he occasionally doted on you, wrapping an arm around you and holding you as you drifted off, always ensuring your comfort and staying by your side for as long as he could, taking in the beautiful sight of you at peace after all of your hardest devotion to him and his cause, before taking off to make plans. Sleeping wasn’t as necessary for him as it was for you. But he always allowed you more time for resting than any of the others, even when everything had hit the fan.

As soon as you found yourself cornered in the current match, caught between surrendering or severely injuring and perhaps killing your fellow servant, a surprise greeted you: Dio himself. “[Y/n]. You’re relieved from this, but come with me,” he ordered, waving away your partner and turning back just as quickly as he had arrived, albeit walking in a different direction now, towards the staircase leading down.

“Thank you,” you bowed before following him, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you, just barely quelled by the warmth in your heart as you followed your lover outside, only to swallow harshly and hold back a gasp of pleasant surprise. In the clearest patch of the garden you frequently tended to was a blanket, surrounded by an entire banquet of food and drink, view wide and open to the unpolluted, bright stars above, the cool night air tickling your skin as it blew comfortably past, catching the bottom of your dress and lifting it gently behind you, fluttering just above your thighs. You hadn’t a clue as to what was going on.

Dio strode past you, making his way to the picnic blanket and patting the empty space beside him. “Come.”

Tentatively, you approached with light steps, still unsure of yourself as you sat beside him and took in the delicious smell entangling you to the ground, the illumination of the skies providing more than enough light for you to take in the beauty of your surroundings. “Dio,” you began slowly, a breathy whisper, “what is this?”

“Consider it your break,” he replied lowly before taking you in, the tiredness evident in your voice and sleeplessness showing in the bags beneath your eyes, the way your eyelashes fluttered droopily atop your gorgeous eyes. “There’s been no time for one before. You deserve a reward for the work you have shown yourself capable of.” His gaze never left yours.

Despite your fatigue, your eyes grew as wide as the moon, reflecting the dappled starlight dripping down, luminescent rain against the darkness of the rest of the world. “You didn’t…this is for me?”

He shook his head. “This is for us, dear [y/n].�� You will join me, won’t you?”

“Of course,” you smiled, heart pounding in your chest at the way his ever-stern golden glances seemed to melt, even if only by the slightest degree, as he looked at you and offered a small noise of approval. “I don’t - don’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ just doesn’t seem like enough…”

“That is more than sufficient. It is, after all, our first night truly together, in a time so long that not even I can remember.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you smiled softly, closing your eyes for a moment before taking a bottle of Dio’s favorite fine wine and filling the both of your glasses with its earthy taste, notes of sweetness sinking in just the right amount for his taste and yours. Much to your surprise, before you could so much as return your glass, he had taken your chin in his large hand and tilted it up, holding the glass to your lips and a rare simper flashing across his face as he instructed, “Drink. You’ll feel much better.”

You did as told, savoring his strong but surprisingly gentle touch, closing your eyes and letting the calmness of your surroundings and the taste of the wine on your tongue and the way his hand rested beneath your head in, spreading a new type of tranquility you couldn’t ever quite remember having before throughout your body. After you had finished he had poured you another glass as he sipped at his own, drinking it down until empty and refilling it, only to lie down.

Following his movements, you found your gaze resting among the galaxy, the flickering stars resounding as though pulsating in sync with your own heart as your breathing relaxed, quickly followed by your body as Dio wrapped an arm around the small of your back, holding you beside him silently save for the occasional swallow of his drink and you of yours. “This is gorgeous,” you smiled, taking it all in once more, still feeling as though you were in a dream, or a sort of delirium, only to be reminded by your partner’s presence and the tightening and loosening of his broad chest as he breathed quietly, his own eyes glued to the stars as well.

“When I was young,” he began quietly, voice full of nostalgia and something like remorse, “and in love, stargazing, the man would say something to his partner.”

Your ears perked up in intrigue. As far as you knew, you were the only person Dio ever told anything about his past to. It was a matter holed up deep within him, in an area that he seemed to remember only with hatred and distaste, and yet when he spoke now there were no signs of that typical tone. Instead there was a gentleness. A repose.

“I’m unsure as to if it’s still used today,” he continued, lips flicking up in a smile, “but I would like to say it to you. It began with you saying the stars were pretty - gorgeous, in your case. So now I’ll say ‘yes, but-”

“Forgive me for interrupting and the words to follow. It’s still in use, Dio. But it’s quite cliche. So I ask of you, don’t say that I am prettier than the stars.” A grin had formed upon your face despite your words, amused at his attempt and simultaneously blessed with the thought that he viewed you in such a way. You had never been much of anything to anyone. Just another person on the earth, wandering aimlessly, without a starting place and without a destiny, walking about in circles and searching for something you didn’t even comprehend. But now you were someone. The love of a man who had given you your purpose, guided you to your capabilities, encouraged you and adored you.

Dio tilted his head, resting it atop yours, words nothing more than a murmur as though he was determined to maintain the tranquility of it all as your eyes began to close, then snap back open, only to drift together once more, breath deepening with sleep. “I was going to say you are more gorgeous than the entire universe, but alright then, love.” He saw the vibrant grin that curled your lips into a perfect smile as you turned into him, nuzzling against him absentmindedly in the stupor of such a display of admiration after everything the both of you had been through, felt the complete and total relaxation of your overworked muscles, taking the opportunity to kiss those beautiful lips that had so often whispered his name. “Now, rest well, my [y/n].”

[ This was my first time writing for a villain, and I have to say it was fun! I hope I managed to capture it appropriately. ]

#jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #stardust crusarders #jjba stardust crusaders #jojo's bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #jjba p3 #jojo p3 #dio #dio brando #dio x reader #jjba x reader #dio scenario #part 3 dio #p3 dio #part 3 dio x reader #stardust crusaders dio

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yfere · 6 years ago

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Shipping Calculus! Live updates from C2E64

They say that fire exposes a person’s priorities, but we here at the lab believe that a gaggle of overly friendly moaning demons can also do the trick. Thank you to @softazelma, @fyeahthominho, and @alarnia for helping with data entry! Masterpost here.

+500 to The Mighty Nein/Totally Not Anachronisms. Beau invented the phrase “Don’t shoot the messenger,” and also ravioli, with her hidden chef talent. Caleb, having wheeled and dealed with the rich assholes of the Empire, naturally invented the game of golf during his year at the Academy. And Moro watched only half of the first season of Stranger Things. Don’t spoil her, okay?

+150 to Caleb/Astrid/Eodwulf “FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, JESTER, I’ll have you know that Eodwulf who I have never mentioned to you and who was not mentioned in the letter was buff and muscular and strong and so talented whoops that’s not even a physical description anymore but did I mention he was impressive? So if Marion Lavorre meets a black haired blue eyed incredibly eligible and attractive and gifted heartthrob of a man that’s the one you’re looking for BEWARE.” Okay, Caleb. Gone are the days of being content with all the love being directed at Astrid, I see. All right.

+0 to Jester/Beau Well, if an indirect kiss involves drinking from the same water glass, is it an indirect flirt if you both flirt with the same person? Moro became the unlikely receptacle of both these gal’s affections this episode, between Beau’s loud and enthusiastic appreciation of Moro’s criminal hustle, and Jester making sure Moro knows that Jester thinks she’s cute (and that she’ll kill her for lying to them). Beau as usual hyping up Jester’s awesomeness to everyone (in this case Caduceus) who will listen. Shockingly, this episode Beau seems to have acquired the ability to actually fool Jester into thinking she’s fine, which resulted in point loss and meant Caleb instead had to pick up the slack to gracefully get some help for the poor beat up monk. (For him, that’s +6 to Caleb/Faking Injury for Friendship)

-30 to Fjord/Shortcuts Just as when Captain of the Ball-Eater, Fjord is ALL ABOUT running into clear danger if it means shaving one or two days off of a trip. Into the eye of the storm! Into Ground Zero of the Calamity! We care for speed here, not safety!

+18 to Caleb/Jester and speaking of Caleb having a Thing for strong people, how he continues to single out Jester as the Strongest Woman, who even is Yasha, which creates a perfect combination of #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress and #LovesToBeAKnightInShiningArmor between the two of them, as Caleb begs for assistance getting a horse on his moorbounder of COURSE Jester can do this alone, Jester squashing Caleb adorably and staying there for….a length of time while at Moro’s (I guess Caleb is the type to have people sit on his face huh), and Caleb very effectively pulling his “Oh no, I am so weak and delicate I must have a fainting couch to rest upon for a spell” to Jester’s delighted crowing over how weak he is. Caleb as usual thinking Jester’s out-of-the-box thinking with an aerial view is The Best Thing Ever. Jester wanting to get in on the Healing Caleb Action Caduceus has been hogging with a Cure Wounds, what do you mean Fjord is injured too? (#ItReallyDoesPayToBeADamselInDistress). Caleb’s Worrywarting directed at full strength at Marion Lavorre. +4 to Yasha/Cockblocking for Jester bringing Yasha in on the horse moving action. Point loss for Caleb’s Worrywarting creating Jester Worrying and making her lose sleep. Nein! Not okay!

+17 to Beau/Yasha because as we all know mutilating corpses with Beau is a sure way to her big gooey heart. Also, Beau adopting a Striking Pose after striking the enemy dead, and the Gay Power of that alone probably making Yasha’s rage drop, as she struggles to pick her jaw up off the floor and reorient towards combat.

-10 to The Mighty Nein/The Neighbors as they apparently carry a couplea severed heads in plain view all across town on their way to the Xhorhaus before storing them. According to the local Mighty Nein Neighborhood Watch, this is only the third or fourth weirdest thing they’ve done.

+24 to Caleb/Caduceus as Caduceus continues as always to think Caleb is the solution to all problems always with his cool magic and his alarms, though +5 to Cockblocking for both Jester and Beau who tragically remind him that there are other people out there who can also do things. The slip into nearly calling Caleb “Mr. Clay” instead of “Mr. Caleb” is of note, and someone needs to investigate what he’s been writing in those hearts in his journal pronto. Caduceus making Caleb his #1 priority in battle, #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress, with his ray of enfeeblement, healing, attacks, and physically standing over the wizard in a defensive stance to protect him! Batting away attacking bats (while Caleb crawls around collecting guano!). Points taken away because poor Caduceus forgets for a moment that the next brightest thing after his own pink hair is Caleb’s. It’s still romantic if you’re saving people from trouble you sent their way, right? Right? Points gained for asking if Caleb is okay after the fight, and for them both being very dark, between advocating for decapitation and threatening Moro and her employee with decapitation, simmer down a second Caleb.

+10 to Caleb/Vulture Culture. Between Frumpkin’s new shape and getting Those Good Spell Components, our dear Caleb, covered once more in gore and shit and Death, is his happiest self. Hopefully he didn’t ruin his new fancy threads.

+2 to Beau/Hosting as Beau practices Manners and Decorum with a “no, sir” to the attacking demons (#CustomerService). Some mixed messages by following this up with pummeling them to death, but An Effort Was Made.

+4 to Caduceus/Nature as he found a new mushroom! Which will definitely not be a bad mushroom in any way.

+90 to Caleb/Cat-Shaped Creatures. There’s the usual spying Frumpkin rigmarole, but it says something about your love for cats when you’re willing to forgive, nay, even love, suspiciously dog-like behavior of gross licking for affection—so long as it’s coming from a cat. Caleb cleverly disposing of troublesome corpses and feeding his favorite members of the M9 at the same time. Caleb also adorably taking Jannick out for a little run on the Fields of Death, and all the Moorbounders coming in clutch as fighting machines (with some wonderful light-based assistance from Caleb, Support Catster Extraordinare), and somehow remaining unscathed during battle.

+45 to Fjord/Jester. Lips. Made. Contact. With. A. Cheek. That is very cheeky of you Fjord, if I do say so myself. Jessie is said, not once but twice, and Jester gets to be her true #LovesToBeAKnightInShiningArmor self as she saves Fjord repeatedly by murdering the demons attacking him, only getting slightly annoyed that he gets in trouble immediately after she saves him the first time. Seriously though, the amount of Goopy Feelings Jester has for saving this poor man….well, #ItPaysToBeADamselInDistress. Point loss for poor Jester failing to look as cool as the knights in the novels as she falls flat on her face with the handaxe strike, but she makes up for it by pounding the creature to death with her spiritual weapon instead, that was totally intentional. Point gains for Fjord being very Pleased with anything and everything Jester got up to, Jester pumping up Fjord’s accent and impersonation skills, contributing to Corpse Interrogation with her own Disguise Self, and the Excellence that was the fake Insta-Death spell the two of them threatened Moro with.

-8 to Nott/Yeza “Tell Veth I love her” does not make up for fucking ditching your husband without a word, Nott, you absolute asshole. Please talk to your spouse.

+13 to Caleb/Fjord/Jester In another great week for this triad, they all prove to be Excellent at Delivering Deceptive Threats, though Caleb is as per usual a little too serious about his contributions (though the other two are uh a bit more on the serious side as well this is a Bloodthirsty Throuple) The Epic Triangle Of Saving Each Other, as Jester rescues Fjord and Fjord hustles to rescue Caleb, followed by Jester’s healing action. Fjord taking joy in Jester falling on top of Caleb, and the both of them being very good about letting the Totally Actually Injured And Not At All Faking dramatic wizard take a short rest for Beau.

+1 to Fjord/Caleb. Most of their points this week were more applicable to Caleb/Fjord./Jester, but the instant “Moro, you got to die” when Caleb Can’t-Switch-Tasks Assassin Wizard suggests it is still very fun. Fjord sort of leaps to Caleb’s suggestions this episode, the ultimate yes-and-man.

+6 to Fjord/Detective Work as he steers the party clear of the Bad Tar Pits, they might have landed in quite a sticky situation otherwise

+20 to Critters/Detective Work, as the cast very loudly run through the Totally Natural Conclusion to the clues provided in the last ep, they Definitely Solved This Themselves, they had No Help From The Internet.

+14 to Fjord/Caduceus. Fjord offers to “loom” over Caduceus’ shoulder and points out that he looks “fleek” like damn, Caduceus, the boy is making an effort for you! As usual they are On The Same Wavelength and good cop/bad cop Moro and co. like pros, no discussion or even a conspiratorial glance required, they know what the jig is before anyone else. Fjord advocating for sending Moro money because that was Caduceus’ plan, no one is allowed to argue. Also being excellent interrogators of corpses together. Fjord is a huge fan of Caduceus’ magical food powers, #MagicalCrush, would “not turn down” Caduceus’ healing, and he kills some bats Cads was slapping around. Unfortunately without the bats Caduceus proceeds to slap a bunch of points out of the ship by saying he “doesn’t care.” That is cold.

+7 to Jester/Caduceus as they do a little awkward dance on the steps to make it around each other, and spending hours annoying everyone else in the party by talking about Cleric Things. Caduceus being impressed over Jester totally lying about being able to talk to dead horses, and Jester going wild over HOW COOL the Corpse Interrogation was. The Clerics Cuddling for comfort when the enemies first attack, since that was definitely what Jester and Caduceus were doing no questions here. Points taken away because Jester’s enthusiasm for Corpse Interrogation sort of glosses over how Caduceus “feels dirty” over the whole affair, they are apparently not too compatible in this area.

-5 to Nott/Yasha as Nott makes a sincere and successful effort to apologize to Yasha for sticking her like a pincushion and trying to be Nice and Supportive with memory games to help Yasha remember the “drow.” But points are drained away into the negatives as Nott goes a little too hard with the interrogation over Yasha having potentially killed people to make orphans (“that’s a cool name” and “Orphie” is terrible and does not make up for this nonsense), and Yasha’s well-received but still terrible allowance of Nott’s alcoholic predilections. They are a wonderful trainwreck to watch.

-20 to The Mighty Nein/Names. As of right now, there appears to be one (1) member of the Mighty Nein in Caduceus Clay who did not at some point either change their name or have some type of Name Angst over what someone else has named them. Though making faces at ‘Ducey might come to count for something, in time.

+11 to Nott/Jester Speaking of Disguise Self Shenanigans, how Nott is the Moro to Jester’s invisible bugbear, making them the logical pairing of the Corpse Interrogation Caper. Jester’s adorable confusion over her nickname being “Little Sapphire” which leads to Nott instantly screeching about how beautiful and perfect Jester is, that lovable dumbass. Nott using the word “shiny” to describe Jester, which seems technically a little odd but says loads about Nott’s affection for the gal, as this is the #1 lover of Shiny Valuable Things in the party speaking.

+8 to Jester/Yasha as Yasha in her sweet soft way also points out how Jester is very pretty and brings up Fluffernutter as a potential badass name that some of the people in her tribe might have been named for. Jester, for her part, directing Worrywarting in Yasha’s direction over how she was recognized and trying to give Yasha control over what they do next and what Yasha wants, though dear Yasha who cannot assert herself to save her life only manages to tentatively say she wants to know what’s going on before saying she’ll do whatever the group wants. (They! Want! What! You! Want! Yasha!)

-6 to Jester/Curtains, which surprisingly don’t taste as good to tieflings as they do to moths. Further experimentation required to determine how delicious they are to goblins, firbolgs, half orcs, aasimar and humans.

-101,019.01 to Critters/Child Poverty. TAKE THAT, CHILD POVERTY! This is how much was raised at the end of the stream, and a deserved kick in the face to all Child Poverty ships everywhere #AntiChildPoverty

#critical role #cr spoilers #widofjorester #blumenkids #widofjord #widojest #fjorester #clayleb #nott the best detective agency #clayvorre #nottasha #jestasha #beaujester #lavorregard #beauyasha #fjorclay #shipping calculus

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epicfangirl01 · 5 years ago

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Dead WIP Files: The Fallen

TW: Character death, mild gore, ego shipping

King Chase looked up from his throne, looking at the tapestries on the walls. Depictions of past kings hung down, their eyes boring into him. He could feel their anger, disappointment, and shame. Finally, his eyes landed on the tapestry of his brother. King Jack. So kind. So fair. He was more of a king than Chase would ever be. Tears fell from his eyes as he saw his brother’s smile. Chase covered his face and sobbed. *He should be here. He would know what to do…*

“Your Highness!”

Chase wiped his eyes and regained his composure as Jackie, captain of the royal guard, ran into the throne room. His face fell slightly as he looked at the king. *Dammit. He saw…* Jackie cleared his throat and spoke.

“The Dark King. He’s here, and his army is swarming the city. They’re going to storm the castle, and they have King Jack with them,” he reported urgently.

Chase’s eyes widened and he looked back up at his brother’s tapestry. *We have to save him.* He took a deep breath as he mustered his strength before turning to Jackie.

“Assemble the troops. Defend the city and send a team to rescue Jack. *Do not* let them into the castle.”

Jackie nodded. “Yes, Your Highness.” The captain turned and rushed out of the room.

“Your Highness,” Chase chuckled softly. Of course it was ‘Your Highness’. He wasn’t Jack. He was the prince, and that’s all he would ever be.

An hour later, Chase looked down the hill at his forces, watching as the Dark King and Blood Witch grew closer. He was clad in shining silver armor with a deep blue breastplate that was accented with vines of golden ivy. A golden crown of sapphires and emeralds sat on Chase’s head, the band covered in carefully sculpted leaves and vines.

Chase took a deep breath and his face filled with determination. His brother was coming home. He was sure of it. Chase turned to a general, looking over the formation of the two armies and making adjustments. “Send archers to the woods behind the castle to perch in the bushes and trees. Disperse after finding coverage.” The general nodded and left to command her troops.

Minute by minute, the Dark Forces gained land, coming closer to the castle.Chase cursed under his breath, rubbing his face with a gloved hand. He barely heard the drawing of a sword over him.

Chase rolled out of the way as an assassin leapt down, lowering their sword where he stood only a moment ago. The king unsheathed his sword and turned, facing his foe. His blade swiped, connecting with the assassin’s leg, lodging into their calf. They grunted and swung their sword toward Chase’s neck. He quickly ducked and grabbed their wrist. With a swift twist, the assassin was disarmed. Chase slashed and their head fell away from their neck, hitting the ground with a thud. *Just like you taught me, huh, Jack?*

“Your Highness!”

Jackie ran over to Chase, bringing two royal guardsmen with him. “You have to get inside. We need to evacuate the castle. The enemy’s forces are too strong. We have to get you out of here. *Now.*”

Suddenly, a loud boom filled the air, and Chases turned to see an army of demons, witches, and creatures break through the doors to the castle keep. Enemies flooded into the yard, attacking Solas soldiers. Jackie grabbed Chase’s arm and started pulling him away. The group ran through the castle, making their way to the throne room.

Crashes and bangs rang out through the halls, filling their ears. Finally, they reached the throne room and Jackie pushed the door open. The soldiers quickly barricaded the door behind them before turning to the king. “Your Highness, you have to get out of here. They will take you to a safe house in the woods. From there, we can regroup. Take the tunnel underneath the throne. My soldiers will guide you. We need to get you out before the Dark King and Witch find you.” Before Chase could reply, the soldiers rushed past him, making their way over to the throne. Jackie hurried over to the window, scanning the castle grounds below. Hordes of demons, fae, and Ghlórian soldiers swarmed the stone walls, slaughtering the Solasian army.

A loud thud drew the group’s attention back to the ornate wooden doors. Fear crossed Jackie’s face for a moment before turning to determination. Jackie grabbed Chase’s arm again as another thud rang out, guiding him to the revealed passageway.

Chase’s mind was racing, images flashing in his mind. Clashing swords. Bleeding corpses. A screaming Jack. Chase’s blood ran cold, and he pulled his arm away. *I cannot leave him. He needs me.*

“Go. Evacuate the castle and save everyone you can,” he commanded.

Jackie gazed at him incredulously. “Sir, I am not leaving. I swore on my life that I would protect the royal family until my dying breath.” An even louder bang came from the door. Chase's face hardened, and he put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“I am tired of running. My brother needs me, as does my kingdom. Leave me. Protect the civilians. That's an order.”

Jackie looked at him for a moment before giving a small nod. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

He turned away from the King and ran over to the secret passage, jumping in after the soldiers. He hesitated for a moment and glanced at Chase. “May the gods be with you,” he said before disappearing, the throne pushed back into place. The wooden doors thudded once more, and Chase turned to face them, drawing out his sword. He got into a defensive position, waiting.

….

Silence filled the room as Chase stared at the doors. His heart was pounding out of his chest, dreading whatever was to come. Suddenly, the doors burst open, booming as a rush of green magic broke through the barred entrance.

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This fic was planned to be an instalment of @cutewarmachine 's Twisted Disney Community AU, where every version of the tale is cannon, because it is changed as it's retold like old folktales. This fic is probably the one that I'm most proud of, tied with Remembrance. I had a lot planned, as you can see, and of course I stopped right at the climax. What was supposed to happen next was that Anti and Marvin, The Dark King and Queen, were supposed to walk in dramatically like they owned the place. And they do. They walk arm in arm and stare down the "false king", Chase. Of course, they would be slaying the whole place, especially Marvin because he's a fierce and sassy queen that can make your cells combust with a passing glance. And Anti absolutely adores Marvin and is still the twisted sick bastard that everyone loves to the power of 10. Anyway, they would give him one chance to stand down and be their little pet before bringing in their biggest weapon. Chase, blinded by his love and devotion to his brother and kingdom, refuses and immediately regrets his decision. Jack would then walk in with his royal armor corrupted and adorning the Ghlórian colors and crest, along with a crown of black thorns. He was cursed, brainwashed, and trained by Anti to serve him and swear his undying loyalty to the Dark King and Blood Witch. Wielding the sword Chase gave him for his coronation, he's commanded to kill Chase. Chase is torn and continues to defend himself, pleading for Jack to listen. Since Jack taught Chase, he knew every skill and mastered it years before. Chase fights on with all he has before he gets stabbed in the stomach. He collapses and falls limp, the last thing he saw was Anti and Marvin taking the thrown with Jack at their feet, staring with cold dead eyes. As you can see, I was super passionate about this story, and I wish I could have finished it. Who knows. Maybe some day. A couple notes I wanted to add were for the kingdom names and an explanation of Jackie saying "Your highness". Jack's kingdom, the kingdom of Solas, is Gaelic for "light". Anti and Marvin's kingdom, the kingdom of Ghlóir, is also Gaelic and means "glory". I wanted to show the contrast of the two kingdoms drastically, so I found words in Gaelic and I thought that it was a nice touch to the story. Finally, I wanted to explain a little about why Jackie kept calling Chase "your highness". Technically Chase was made king at this time, in Jack's absence. Jackie was close to the two brothers, but Jack was definitely the most diplomatic and outgoing. Jack was the heir to the throne, and Chase didn't mind, since he was just happy with his brother. When Jack was captured, the kingdom never gave up hope of finding their list king. Chase was king, but everyone always thought of him as he was in charge until Jack returned. Jackie was friends to them both, and he never wanted to upset Chase. He didn't even realize that he was calling Chase a prince. Chase was always the more whimsical and laid back brother, so he was always seen as the little brother. At the end of the story, Chase had taken so much responsibility while keeping a clear head that he truly proved himself to be a king. Jackie still didn't realize that that was the first time he called Chase a king, but he was very proud of him in that moment. Unfortunately, it came too late and the kingdom fell to dark hands. I love this story so much. In fact, as inspiration, I listened to "Ready, Aim, Fire" by Imagine Dragons when I was trying to brainstorm or get in the zone. And that's it! That's my first Dead WIP File. I hope you guys like it, and if you want to finish my fic off, I'm completely open to new changes or interpretations. Just please give me credit for my portion of the fic/inspiration as well as give credit to @cutewarmachine for his amazing idea. Rems if you're reading this, I hope you liked it and I hope I made you proud. I look up to you so much. Thank you for being one of my writing idols. Thanks for reading, guys! 💖💖💖 -Mya

#character death #gore #GORE TW #tw mild gore #ego shipping #Dead WIP files

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marshmalleaux-draws · 5 years ago

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I never did post my self insert for My Hero Academia, did I? I was hoping to draw up a more complete and proper reference for her, but given that my mental and physical battery have been at about -37549% for the past 4 months or so, this is all I could manage to do. Still love to share as always, though~.

All her info under the cut (copied from a google doc I wrote not too long ago), cause I hate cluttering up people’s dash with super long posts.

Anyway, I hope you like her~ . ❄️

Name: Sierra Niall Nickname/s: Cici Hero name (?): Snowflake Quirk: Winter Warping Age: 23 Birthday: February 13 Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Blood type: ??? Height: 5'1" Weight: 118 lbs Likes: Marshmallows, lavender (the color, flower, and scent) Quirk and Abilities: Cici's quirk, Winter Warping, allows her to manipulate various aspects of winter, including ice, snow, and the temperature of the air around her. She mostly chooses to use her abilities defensively and for support rather than attack, but she does have a few offensive capabilities as well. Different ways she can use her quirk include: ❄️ Encasing herself in ice as a protective barrier, but this renders her immobile until the ice is broken, either by herself or by someone else. The ice can be close enough just to cover her body, or she can create a large block around her. ❄️ Coating certain parts of her body in ice, such as her hands or feet, so that when she punches or kicks, her attacks are reinforced. ❄️ Summoning spikes of ice to emerge from the ground, either as a barrier or an attack. ❄️ Creating snowflake shuriken (though this one often goes unused). ❄️ Healing open wounds (but not broken bones or internal injuries) using snow. She can do things like use her ice to keep a broken arm from moving, but she can't actually heal such an injury herself, just keep it under control until professional help is available. ❄️ Creating a heavy snowstorm in her immediate vicinity in order to cloak herself. She can see things outside the storm from within, but it's hard for others to see her in the blizzard. ❄️ Creating cushions of snow to break falls. ❄️ Crumbling solid ice into snow, and reforming snow into solid ice.

Drawbacks: ❄️ Since her quirk revolves around the cold, she is especially heat-sensitive. The hotter the air around her, the sleepier she becomes and the more brittle her ice becomes. Environments that are hot enough can cause her to fall asleep pretty much immediately, leaving her completely vulnerable. She also can’t use her own quirk to keep herself cool in those situations. ❄️ The strength of her abilities is tied to her emotions. Feelings of helplessness, sadness, fear, anxiety and the like cause her ice to become brittle, her snow less dense, and her healing less effective. Conversely, intense feelings of passion, contempt, determination and the like can strengthen her ice to near-unbreakable levels, and her healing far quicker and more effective.

Background: Cici has always been a girl of a kind, caring, and empathetic (albeit rather naive) disposition. She's intent on the idea of making sure all the people she meets are happy and safe, if it's within her power. Seeing others prosper is all she needs to feel content, and it goes to such an extent that she often fails to look out for herself. Even with her good intentions, however, she is plagued with severe anxiety and insecurity, which often keeps her from achieving many of the things she wants. In an attempt to combat this insecurity and fear, she enrolls in UA's hero course at the beginning of her high school years, hoping that being shoved outside her comfort zone will push her into being the best and most confident person she can be. While she's there, she meets and befriends Shouta Aizawa, who admires her willingness to push herself to be better. He still knows of her generally soft and sweet personality, and likes to tease her with the affectionate nickname "Snowflake." She takes a liking to him due to his constant (although not always immediately apparent) hardworking attitude, as well as his ability to be both blunt and honest, and understanding and gentle when needed. Unfortunately, not even a year in, her fear catches up to her, and she becomes overwhelmed by the sheer amount of conviction needed to be a hero that she clearly doesn't possess, even though she desperately wants to. Her insecurities get the better of her and, ashamed, she decides to drop out, opting to finish her high school education at a normal public school. She can't even bring herself to explain to Aizawa why she was leaving, and distances herself from him in fear of disappointing him. Years pass, and Cici has found herself a best friend (and later, roommate), Alia, who has done some hero work herself and also had went through UA’s hero course as a transfer student. Cici still isn't terribly confident in herself, but she still is happy to assist Alia in her work, opting to give herself an unofficial hero name as well - the name that her old friend gave her all those years ago, Snowflake. Cici and Alia learn of a reunion being held at their old school and decide to attend, and Cici is surprised to see Aizawa again. He immediately recognizes her, and his first thought after greeting her is to ask why she had disappeared all those years ago. Embarrassed, Cici confesses that she basically chickened out of the hero course, feeling that her own fear and lack of confidence far outweighed her ability to be a half-decent hero. After that, she felt so ashamed and afraid to disappoint Aizawa's expectations of her that she ceased contact with altogether. Aizawa is surprised, saying that she had just as much of a chance to do great things as anyone else, and reminds her of how he admired her desire to push herself to be better, just so she could help others be happy. Although still nervous, she's flattered and elated that he still thinks so highly of her, even though she didn't think enough of herself. It's a bittersweet reunion, but it doesn't end there - they start to reconnect, and in no time they're even closer than they were all those years ago. The two even decided to begin a romantic relationship and have been perfectly content since. These days, Cici still isn't confident enough in her own abilities to be a full-fledged hero, but she's found a happy middle ground of helping people the best way she feels she can - she decides to become a counselor for UA students, helping everyone that comes into her office with whatever troubles and concerns they may have. Her gentle and empathetic personality makes her easy to talk to for many of the students that come to see her, and nearly all of them leave feeling relieved and happy, which is all she wanted in the first place. Stats: Strength: 2/5 Speed: 2/5 Intelligence: 4/5 Technique: 3/5 Cooperativeness: 5/5 Trivia: ❄️ In the present day, she has become somewhat of an aunt to Shouto, since she's been best friends with his mother (in this AU), Alia, for many years. He's always happy to see his auntie and sometimes comes into her office just to take a breather from everyone.

❄️ She absolutely can not get enough of Deku. She would readily adopt him as her son if he didn't already have a pure and loving mother, and she spoils him and treats him better than probably any other student (aside from Shouto). More importantly, however, she actually looks up to him and is even jealous of him, because he's been able to do something that she's failed to do all of these years - he's constantly pushing himself further and further to be a better person and hero, no matter how scared or helpless he feels - and she has an immense amount of admiration and respect for him.

❄️ She understands why people see the potential in Bakugou, but she feels everyone beats around the bush too much and just wishes they would say it for what it is: yes, he's skilled, talented, and powerful, but he's an angry and insufferable prick who won't listen to anyone, ever, and that's pretty much the only thing keeping him from really being a great hero. She dreads seeing him come to her office for any reason whatsoever because he is just that incorrigible, and she enjoys getting back at him in subtle ways for being so pissy all the time (making the room colder when he visits, giving him a largely uncomfortable chair to sit on, etc.)

❄️ She has Tourette’s Syndrome (bc of course I gotta fucking shoehorn this in therekdhsjfk), albeit a rather mild case. Still, she worries that it might interfere with her quirk, since her insecurity and awareness of possible onlookers would certainly weaken the strength of her ice. She also worries that she’ll get mocked by the students or even other staff members (and sometimes is by a certain pissed off explosion boy), but that worry is generally subsided when the sweeter kids like Shouto and Deku are 100% understanding of it.

❄️ Sierra, similar her friend Alia, was an American exchange student. She moved to Japan for the express purpose of enrolling in UA, mixing her goals of heroism with her adoration for the culture and lifestyle of the country. Even after she dropped out, she still enjoyed her time there so much that she opted to continue living there and made it easier on herself by getting a place together with her friend.

❄️ She still goes by her English name, but I also wanted to stick with the theme of punny/fitting names for characters, so I gave her a Japanese alias as well: Seppen Shijinko. Her first name 雪片 (seppen) means “snowflake,” and her last name 詩人子 (shijin-ko) means “child of a poet.” ...Okay, really only the first name is punny/fitting, but her last name is one that I’ve been using for a long time that not only has its own background/story, but also ties in with her English surname (Niall), so that would take way too much explanation sdfgfdh.

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