#and I have to admit Shadow = Hunter IS INTERESTING

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

OMI AND CHASE BEING LIKE LUZ AND EDA IS SUCH A CUTE COMPARISON

Thanks! Originally I was in favor of 'Wuya and Eda are alike' idea. Back then, I had the urge to put XS characters in places of Toh characters. Not even a crossover, this au would have a similar plot to TOH but with XS characters instead. I wanted so badly for Jack to find friends in the demon realm I made him 'Luz'. Jack would meet Wuya – the most recognizable criminal witch on the Boiling Isles and her little roommate – Omi.

My decision to put Omi in King’s place was based on the fact both King and Omi tend to be boastful (and extremely cute!). Raimundo, Kimiko, Clay = the hexide kids. Dashi would take Raine’s role because Raeda and Wudashi are my OTPs and hey. You have to admit Dashi would look astonishing in Raine’s outfit!

I haven’t decided on whom to assign the role of Willow, Amity, and Gus. And I’m not fully convinced if I want Jack to find a significant other, so no equivalent of Lumity in this au! Moreover, I think Tiny Sim from XC could be a nice Mattholomule. Apart from that, I’ve figured out Shadow Young is perfect for the role of a grimwalker.

Both Hunter and Shadow were born in weird circumstances and share that ‘gold theme’ (well in shadow’s case – her disguise was more connected to gold but it was enough for me)

This version of au also had Chase as a potions’ guy, who sells treatments to Wuya’s curse. Of course, Omi has taken an interest in that mysterious grumpy man so Omi and Chase become good friends <3 damn, Chase also turns out to be a skilled witch as well and he teaches Omi some of his tricks!

The main problem, tho, lay in the most important part of s01 of Toh. No one is in Lilith's place because in XS it is unknown whether Wuya has a family or not. Ultimately, I intended to put Princess Kaila in Lilith's place and Hannibal Roy Bean could be Emperor Belos.

However, once I thought that through I discovered the conflict between the Clawthorne sisters is quite similar to what Chase and Guan have going on in xiaolin showdown.

Guan has tried for many centuries to bring Chase to the side of good with the same determination Lilith tried to convince Eda to join the Emperor's Coven.

I dare even assume Guan and Chase's friendship was as strong as the Clawthorne sisters' bond. (btw bless chase's smile. Lilith's smile is so cute too.)

But because of Guan and Lilith's greed, everything has changed. Once friends, now enemies.

(Mind you, Lilith and Guan have almost the same pose in these two screencaps! Ain't that a cool detail?)

Apart from that, I had my mind blown when I compared these two screencaps:

Lilith and Guan sure know how to swing their weapons!

They both tend to be very shady.

Guan has traded Dojo in order to redeem his Spear.

And Lilith has cursed Eda in order to secure for herself a position in the Emperor's Coven.

Not only did they sacrifice something even tho they knew someone might get hurt but they also share one particular trait. They both feel as if they never were good enough. Lilith is overshadowed by Eda's wild magic. Guan from the alternate timeline, on the other hand, had accepted HR's offer because he wanted to be the most powerful person in the world and he knew that he can't compete against Dashi and Chase. (It wasn't said directly in the show but I do believe Bean had bribed Guan with the same tricks as Chase. That is, Guan has heard fake!Chase say Guan will be in his shadow or sth)

Hence, Lilith and Guan's fear is becoming inadequate.

I just think that decision to make Guan and Chase have Clawthorne sister's arc fits even TOO well.

As you can see, in light of these afterthoughts I should change almost everything. For example,

Chase = Eda

Guan = Lilith

Omi= Luz

Jack = Hunter (someone had mentioned Jack could be a great grimwalker and I do see that bc Hunter and jack share some habits and personality traits.) (+ Luz and Hunter are found family and of course, I want more Omi-Jack brotherly moments so that tracks)

These are all great ideas and I can't make up my mind :( Because all Eda- Luz moments remind me either of nicer!Wuya and Jack or Chase and Omi and I love both duos! But Guan as Lilith makes more sense! Idk maybe I could manage to make both Wuya and Chase share Eda's story?? So One XS character would be a mix of 2 toh characters???? Let's say it's a work in progress.

Oh, and for a nice finish, I can even compare two Lilith-Eda's interactions to some Chase-Dashi bickering.

In Covention, Eda is annoying her sister and starts rhyming. Yup, the same scene but it's Dashi saying puns, and Chase warns him: 'One more pun. I dare you'. And a second later Chase hits Dashi because he refused to stop telling jokes xD

And when Eda shouted to Lulu 'I'm gonna get there before you!', Lilith was so shocked she exclaimed: 'No, you won't!' and started running after her. Yeah, it's also Dashi pulling Chase's leg. Because grown-ass men also deserve to act like 5-year-olds from time to time.

Thank you for bearing with me. I racked my brain and you, dear reader, were patient enough to accompany me in my chaotic thought process!

#ask #xs x toh au idea(s) #lilith and guan's parallels #now i can't decide if I want Wuya as a raven mom #or Chase as the tiger dad #yes wuya's palisman could be a stone-wooden raven while chase's palisman could be a tiger! #no one asked for it but have an elaborate post with two au variations #chase and omi as eda and luz? Of course cute! #(sniff) but damn if only Wuya was nicer to jack in the original xs. That's why I want her to be like Eda. Jack deserves found family mom! #and I have to admit Shadow = Hunter IS INTERESTING #raeda moments but with wudashi ship? Yes please I want

[blitzyn]

unintended effect

dottore x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: Meeting a new stranger at your shrine didn't go as well as you had expected it to.

cw -> non-con, blood and spit as lube, anal sex, public sex, sadist dottore, kitsune reader, crying, tail pulling, face slapping, non-con drug use, choking, yall get caught but dottore doesnt care lol, brief ear pulling, not proofread

wc -> 3.6k

a/n -> i need him so bad omg. anyways super sorry if its shit. spoilers for the end of the aranara quest!

"It's not often I get new visitors."

Dottore instinctively peered up to face the voice, spotting a figure cloaked within the shadows the night offered. He could faintly see the way they curled atop the statue he stood in front of.

"I'm not visiting." He spoke with unhidden confidence.

"So what brings you here, then?" They questioned. Truth be told, finding the shrine was an accident. Although he read about them, he was far too busy with Scaramouche's ascension to "godhood". But he'd amuse you for a while longer.

“I’m simply taking a stroll,” he answered, placing his hands behind his back.

“It is quite the night for a walk, isn’t it?” He could faintly see something swish within the air. "Our village is well known for its night."

That was strange. He would have thought it would be a tourist hotspot for the sunset or sunrise - not the night. There wasn't anything noteworthy that he could see.

"Not here, of course." He could hear the amusement in your voice when you saw him slightly tilt his head in confusion. "I haven’t done anything praiseworthy yet.”

He quietly watched as you jumped down the statue, finally able to see your features. He was a bit surprised to see that you were not a human and had fox attributes. Your five tails swayed behind you, so he was able to surmise that you were around five-hundred years old. He heard about kitsunes before, though the only one currently well-known was the Head Shrine Maiden: Yae Miko in Inazuma.

He must admit, your species mildly fascinated him for a time, although the interest very quickly died out throughout his time in the Akademiya. Now that one was standing before him, that interest may have been rekindled.

"I am the guardian of the village," you spoke, ever graceful in your movements. Though, he did wonder what exactly what you were guarding against. As far as he knew, his agents informed him of the famed Traveler who adventured with the Aranara and defeated something called the “Marana Avatar '' which was the source of all Withering Zones. The only formidable enemies he saw on his journey here were the Fungi that mindlessly hopped around.

“It’s not the most interesting thing in the world, I admit,” you turned around to collect the offerings gathered within the foot of the shrine. “Not much to protect.”

You quietly laughed to yourself. “My mother would have my head if she ever heard me say that.”

“How so?” he questioned, watching as you organized a few things.

“She passed away during the Cataclysm. This village was her pride and found joy in defending it. I was but a kit at the time, so she was mostly on her own while she fought.” You sighed, though you didn’t appear the least bit upset.

It wasn’t a very thrilling tale, but he was able to surmise that you thought so, too.

“Do you enjoy guarding the village against rogue mushrooms?” The way he spoke almost made it seem as if he were genuinely asking, but the small, condescending smile that adorned his face told you that he was teasing your profession.

You laughed. “Oh, Gods’ no. I would very much rather be somewhere else right now.”

“Then why haven’t you left? I don’t see any benefits in staying,” he said. “I’m confident your villagers will be able to defend themselves if the Fungi wander around.”

“The only thing keeping me anchored here are the children that offer me some of their candy every so often,” you explained, motioning to the small basket in your hands. “They look up to me.”

“They want to become avid Fungi hunters when they’re older?” He was beginning to enjoy speaking with you, even if there wasn’t much to talk about. Maybe it’s natural Kitsune charm? 

You barked out yet another laugh. “I don’t see why, either. But, hey, free candy.”

Dottore uncovered an opportunity in your words. Various reports submitted to him reveal that children were far more likely to see the Aranara if they stumbled upon a dangerous situation. To ordinary humans, the Fungi posed a threat even to adults (as pathetic as that was), so if he managed to persuade you into leaving, one of the children could maybe encounter one of the fairies. But he was not opposed to taking you away by force, either. He would not let this chance slip by him - not after the majority of his agents stationed in Sumeru failed their mission.

“But other than that, what’s really stopping you?” Pride? A sense of responsibility? “It seems you’re not needed here.”

“Harsh.” You knew he was just saying it as it was. “Realistically? Mora. Ideally? The children.”

He hummed. “I am capable of providing you with sufficient housing and a generous amount of money.”

Your ears visibly perked up at his proposal. “But I do ask that you work for me in return.”

You looked off to the side, seemingly in thought before you looked back at him. “I’m no mercenary.”

“Maybe not, but don’t you crave a change of pace? To finally bask in what the rest of the world has to offer?” You were seriously tempted to accept his suggestion, but the chains of doubt wrapped around your wrists and pulled you back down to reality. You didn’t know if he was lying or not. While you were able to defend yourself just fine if anything were to go wrong, you preferred the safer option of just not letting it happen.

You shook your head in response. “That would be amazing, but I’ll have to decline your offer.”

He was confused. You complain, but you decide to stay? Where was the logic behind your words? Were you tied down by your mother’s legacy, perhaps? Maybe there was something else besides the weak reasons you so confidently spoke of.

A chill ran down your spine as he studied you. You were unable to see the majority of his face with his mask covering the top half of it, but it doesn’t take a genius to tell that he was unhappy with your answer.

While he wasn’t satisfied, he wasn’t left at a loss, either.

“Very well, then,” he said after a time. You smiled at his understanding, before turning on your heels to begin your trek towards the village. He watched your back for a moment before he felt his fingers slightly twitch. He managed to come up with a plan as soon as you declined; inject you with a type of drug that would make you pass out and tie you up in one of his laboratories. Simple, but effective.

He walked in your direction as his hand reached into one of his pockets to grab a syringe already full of the drug. He discreetly uncapped it before lunging towards you to tug your head forward and force the needle into the back of your neck. It was done before you could be given time to really process what just happened, but the sharp sting kept you grounded. You looked back in surprise and pressed onto the injection site in reflex while backing away from the man.

“What did you do?” Your voice was weak in shock, a pit of fear beginning to form within your chest. You heard the rustling of his clothes steadily grow louder, but you simply chalked it up as him on his way back to wherever he came from. He amusedly observed your ears flattening alongside the back of your head and how two of your tails wrapped around your legs while the others curled in a way that reminded him of a fearfully submissive dog.

“I gave you a dose of a simple knock-out drug,” he explained, leisurely striding closer to you. “It was originally for one of those forest fairies, if I ever got the chance to find one. They’re quite difficult to come across so I do hope using it on you is worth my time.”

He hummed and looked away in thought. He had heard they were relatively easy to befriend as long as you helped them out a little, so he hoped one didn’t show up right at this moment. Once he transported you to a well-hidden spot, he could create another drug and use it on a fairy. But he was slightly taken aback when he realized that you were still standing. It should’ve affected you by now.

It clearly had some type of effect on you, judging by the flushed look on your face. You were panting and your legs were trembling, it was a fight in and of itself just trying to keep yourself from falling over. There was a raging inferno within your body, and you felt like you were overheating. An arousing sensation arose in your abdomen. You quickly realized that this was no knock-out drug. At least not to you.

Dottore curiously moved so that he was face-to-face with you. He looked at the syringe in his hand to reconfirm the content that was once in it. He knew there was nothing wrong with it (after all, what use would having an aphrodisiac be?), so it was interesting to see the difference compared to his expected result and the current outcome. Your hands futilely tried to tug down your shirt now that he could see everything clearly since he was so close up, but you accidentally pressed them onto your aching cock, forcing a moan from your lips.

“Hm. This wasn’t what I expected.” He placed a hand on his chin as he began to circle you, inspecting your body. You were the one with the features of a predator, although you certainly felt like prey under his watchful gaze. You continued to display fear, as shown by your ears and tucked tails even though you so desperately tried to hide the lust that effortlessly overpowered your senses. He enjoyed seeing you this way.

He suddenly kicked your knees out from under you, forcing you to kneel as a pained expression briefly overcame your face. You had to hold back a groan when his hand found its way into your hair, fingers tightly curling around the strands to tug you around. He made you look up at him as he dug the sole of his foot onto your sensitive dick. You choked on a moan and ground your nails into his leg, weakly trying to pull him off of you.

“Aren’t you a pathetic little thing?” He pushed his foot harder, relishing in the noises you tried hard to keep from releasing. Shame squeezed your chest, making it difficult to breathe. But your mind was caught in a messy haze of arousal, confusion, anger, and fear. Each of their components only coerced you further into a stupified state, and you soon took the appearance of a babbling slut. You were fleetingly aware of the mortification when you began rutting your hips into the hard surface of his boot – just like the mutt in heat you were – but you’d be lying greatly if you said it didn’t feel relieving.

Your desperation only served to arouse Dottore as he felt his cock harden in his pants. He smiled, memorizing how quickly you were reduced into nothing but teary-eyed and stupid. Lightly palming himself, he thought of all the time he had left to spare. He might as well use some of it now.

You stifled a sob when he removed his foot, grunting when he kicked you onto your back. You were a bit disoriented due to the sudden change in positions, but as the fresh air of the night caressed the burning skin of your legs, an alarm rang through your head. It took you a moment to realize what he was about to do. Out of reflex, you attempted to sit up to try and stop him before he harshly pushed you back down from your chest.

“Fighting it will only make it worse,” he said, lining his cockhead against your asshole after spitting on it. “Relax, will you?”

“Wha–No…No..!”

You raised one of your feet in a last ditch effort to kick him away, but he simply held onto the underside of your knee and hiked it up on his shoulder. You squirmed futilely as he did the same to the other one, keeping you in place with a mating press. Now that he was finally towering over you, he used most of his body weight to force his cock deep into your hole.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the pure agony that came with it. With his hands occupied with pinning your arms down, he had the audacity to place his lips over yours to silence your scream. You struggled to free yourself from his grasp, though the tense of your body made you tighten around him. He let out a satisfied, shuddering sigh.

It felt like he tore you apart, a burning sensation that originated from your hole reverberated throughout your body, pulsing in rhythmic waves. You hiccuped pathetically as he pulled off of you, taking away some of the strain in your legs. He noticed that the slide out was smoother than he expected, peering down to where the two of you connected. His cock throbbed fervently when he noticed that it was coated in your blood.

You bit your lip hard when he leisurely thrusted back into you. Tears rolled off of the sides of your face as you turned away from him.

A sensation akin to electricity traveled up and down his spine. “Oh, don’t cry yet. We’ve only just begun.”

He finally began his pace, irritating whatever he tore, and using you however he liked. The pain was dizzying. He refused to allow you a moment of respite as he wallowed within your agonized whimpers and grunts, thrusting hard enough to fuck the air out of your lungs. Your lower half was on fire from the tearing, the muscle strain, and the sting when his pelvis slammed against your ass. You didn’t know if you were going to be able to walk after this.

You were terrified to feel the familiar feeling of lust pooling in your gut, mixing in with the burn in your asshole. Though the drug was still hard at work, amplifying your arousal far more than you would’ve liked. Your cock weeped precum, to which Dottore gathered on his fingertips after releasing one of your numb arms.

“Look at how much you want this.” His hand was shaky on account of his relentless thrusts, but despite that, you were given a clear view of your shame. “Perhaps you were made to be my whore instead, hm?”

He groaned. “Instead of staying here for something so… ngh – insignificant. You’ll be much better off as my cum-dumpster ready to serve me at a minute’s notice. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

You shook your head, sobbing slurred ‘no’s’ and pleading for something, anything, just not that. He almost couldn’t believe how intensely he’s getting off to such a sight, and he decided, at that moment, that you were going to be his new pet. His good little dog.

He suddenly leaned backwards a bit, avoiding the sloppy attack you made.

Though, he was going to have to train you first.

You were aiming for his neck, so it’s only fair he gets to return the favor, right?

Your eyes widened when you felt his hand wrap around your throat, holding you so tightly your head began to ring almost instantly. You felt like you were going to pass out. You could feel your eyes roll back under your eyelids as drool escaped the corners of your mouth. Everything began to sound muffled when you were suddenly forced back into reality.

Agony shot through your face as your head was abruptly tossed to the side. He had slapped you. Fresh tears cascaded down your cheeks, trying hard to process everything that you were feeling. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure… which was it?

You unknowingly shivered when Dottore pulled out of you, but you knew better than to assume he was finished with you. He flipped you onto your stomach, a small smirk present when you didn’t put up a fight. You were far too disoriented to do so. A wince crossed your face when the cold concrete floor touched your cock, although you made no move to adjust yourself.

He placed you on your hands and knees, manipulating your body so easily you could’ve been mistaken for a fuck doll. He pushed the tip of his dick inside your throbbing hole before separating your tails in half, taking three in one hand and two in the other. Your fur may have been thick, but it was nothing a (very) tight squeeze couldn’t handle. Once he found his grip, he yanked you backward as he thrusted forward, a loud slap echoing throughout the forest. The tip of his cock pressed against your prostate, and you couldn’t help but let out your loudest moan of the night.

His pace was as punishing as before, fucking you hard enough to make your ass burn. You tried your hardest to quiet your moans with a bite of your lip and a cover of your hand, but not even that was enough to silence your noises. The ache in your tails prompted you to fuck yourself back on his cock. He let out a small grin, though he decided against commenting on it when he noticed something moving in his peripheral.

It was only a moment later when your ears shot up and swiveled in the figure’s direction, eyes widening when you saw who it was. “G-Go… ah – go home..!”

“Oh, don’t make them leave now, they’ve only just arrived.” You barely registered the firm hand on your thigh. “Let’s give them a show.”

Your back was suddenly pressed up against his chest as the thigh he was holding was held up high enough for the person to see. The new angle allowed him to target your prostate with more accuracy, fanning the uncontrollable flame in your abdomen. You shook your head – to Dottore or the person, not even you were sure of. You weakly held onto his wrist when he reached around your body to jerk you off, digging your nails into his glove.

You tried your hardest to stop yourself from orgasming, you really did, but it persisted twice as intense until you were no longer able to hold it. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as cum spurt out of your cock, back arching against him. You could’ve sworn you blacked out for a second. You tightened even further around him as he finally stilled, feeling uncomfortably warm as he came inside you with a deep groan. He held your thigh so tightly you were sure you’d have bruises.

You looked back over to the spot the person was at, but was relieved to know that they no longer stood there. The leg keeping you up burned in exhaustion from holding nearly all of your weight. You trembled due to your overwhelming emotions; shame, arousal, fear, anger, confusion, exhaustion.

You stared ahead, unmoving as he pulled out of you. You rested on your folded legs, head throbbing painfully. You winced when he yanked you to him by your hair, keeping you on your knees as you faced his softening cock.

“Good pets know to clean up their messes,” he said, relaxing his grip on you, but refusing to move his hand elsewhere. You swallowed nervously before reluctantly holding onto the base to place him in your mouth. “Though, bite me, and I’ll do more than just simply tearing out your teeth.”

You nodded. He smiled to himself. Good, he was getting somewhere with you.

An urge to hide away formed in your mind, but you willed it away with the fact that he wasn’t going to let you go. Not unless some miracle saved you. You ran your tongue over his cock, licking away the remnants of his cum and your blood. The salty, metallic taste raised goosebumps all over your body, and you had to stop yourself from throwing up.

Though, just as you got to the head, he suddenly grabbed you by the ears and pulled. You choked and gagged, completely caught off guard. He kept you there, watching amusedly as you drooled and sputtered over his dick. It wasn’t until he could feel your grip on his legs weakening did he allow you to push yourself off of him, coughing hard.

He composed himself while you had your fit, crossing his arms expectantly when you finally caught your breath.

“Hurry and fix your clothes. We’ll head towards the area I’m temporarily staying at where you’ll wait until the ship to Snezhnaya arrives.” You wiped your teary eyes and put the bottom half of your clothes back on. Your legs trembled as you got up, only able to take a few weak steps forward before you fell to your knees.

He sighed and swiftly made his way over to you, grabbing you by the arm to carry you bridle style. Everything hurt now that the entire ordeal was over (at the moment), and you watched with saddened eyes as the statue gradually shrunk the farther away you went. You blinked hard. You didn’t want to fall asleep in his arms, but the feeling was far too strong for you to resist. With a heavy heart, you closed your eyes and let your slumber take you.

cross posted on ao3

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[spacebarbarianweird]

Hi there, I had this fun idea - while the tinkerer class isn't playable in BG3, can we pretend for a while that it is? You know, Tav and Astarion both showing middle finger to all the gods... Tav can even help him with his condition. Some gadget blocking the sun, artficial blood, stuff like that. Honestly, the of them being this steampunk couple of a vampire rogue and Tav with enhanced crossbow or a gun has made my day. So - do you have aby headcanons about that?

OR perhaps Astarion and an Alchemist who likes to trick people too if that makes you happier? 😉

You are the first to request Artificer! People forget this class since it's not in the game, though, it's official. But some DM believe the Artificers bring unnecessary steampunk vibes.

There is also some naughty, to say the least, stuff, let me know if you want more of this.

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Headcanons

Astarion x Artificer!Tav

In the realm of magic, you are that bitch who brings a gun to a knife fight.

You construct machines and mechanisms out of nothing, enchanting them with unique techno-magic,

Armour to withstand necrotic damage? A healing helmet? A prosthetic hand? A full-time "living" creature, a Nimblewright?

There is nothing you can't do with your crafty hands.

Things are complicated in terms of love.

You are more interested in cogs and gears rather than dates and sex.

You've tried once and it was a huge "ugh".

Virginity is wasted for nothing.

So, you've also learned to make sex toys but it's this side job you pray no one will ever know about.

But customers are never unsatisfied though you sometimes get in trouble.

Mostly, the owners of local brothels try to accuse you of lewd misconduct.

You are finally tired of all this shit and decide to move places.

And the mindflayers take you.

You easily escape, making small machines out of debris to help you survive this madness.

You construct armor, and you enhance swords.

Magic sucks, behold the science!

Astarion makes moves to you, successfully seducing you.

And let's say, none of your inventions have ever satisfied you the same way this troubled vampire does.

You think you are in love. And you believe he is, too.

But later he confesses to you that it was a lie.

He used you. And he is sorry.

You are heartbroken, at the very least. You feel used.

You break up with Astarion, leaving him alone in his misery.

But it doesn't mean you want him to suffer - you kill his master, secure his freedom.

When it all ends, he starts burning alive - running to the shadows, like a rat chased by cats.

You feel bad, especially when you hear vicious mockery from your friends.

But you fail, losing his track underground.

That night, you cry.

The thing is, you've never stopped loving him. You were just too stubborn to admit it. Besides, gods, Astarion tried to be honest for the first time in his fucking life.

And you punished him for opening his heart.

What a vile creature you are?

Half a year later, you meet him at the party.

Astarion looks happy - he is an adventurer and a hero, living his life to the fullest.

And he tells you something that makes your heart stop.

"I wonder if we could be together after all, you know. But it seems like you have a new life, and I am happy for you."

You take his hands in yours and ask him to go somewhere private.

Then, you apologize. You say how much you've missed him and that you love him. And you want to be together.

Instead of an answer, he hugs you.

"There is nothing I want more," he whispers.

In the morning, you leave together to find a place that fits both of you.

Living with Astarion is worth of effort, but sometimes it's almost unbearable.

His nightmares, his breakdowns.

You wonder how tf he survived on his own all these lonely months.

You open your artificer shop in Neverwinter, and Astarion becomes a professional monster hunter.

Thanks to you, he doesn't need to hide in the shadows.

You make him a cape that creates a field protecting him from the sun. The eye lenses to make his eyes green.

You also learn alchemy - first, to make potions to ease his nightmares and anxieties.

Later, you make them to satiate his hunger.

Your crafty hands also come in use in healing his sexual trauma.

Astarion craves intimacy, he wants to enjoy sex. He just can't make himself undress and make love to you.

Problem solved - he can fuck you with a toy you've constructed while being fully dressed and in control.

You also use some of your inventions on Astarion, helping him to reconnect with his own sexuality.

One day, he pins you to the bed, making love to you without any extra tools.

It's been such a wild night that your neighbors "politely" asked to install soundproof shields.

You keep learning alchemy, making more and more potions, and one day you finally get your answers.

There is a way to make Astarion mortal without interfering with dark magic or soul-retrieving pacts.

Science, bitches.

Astarion is hesitant. He is eager to drink any potion you make, but being transformed back into a mortal is very extreme.

You ask Astarion to bring him test subjects.

He drags you a deranged vampire, one of the most miserable Cazador's victims - completely insane, almost an animal, that was hunting in the dark caves.

And it works.

The deranged vampire turns into a deranged mortal. But mortal.

Astarion takes the potion, but, maybe, it's because of how long he's been a vampire or because he's an elf, he doesn't turn immediately.

He falls to the floor comatose.

He stays like that for a month, a terrible and long month when you think you've lost him.

One evening, you hear a strange sound.

Breathing.

He breathes in his unconsciousness.

You put your hand on Astarion's chest.

Heartbeat.

You did it. You cured him.

He wakes up with you on his chest, dizzy and exhausted with some memory gaps.

Piercing you with his natural green eyes.

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I'm not sure if this is the kind of thing you write but the idea was rotting my brain so I thought I'd try! Basically, I was thinking about Gun hunting down vampire!reader but she's just infatuated with him and is just excited for when he'll come to try to kill her again because it's an excuse to see him.

Anon, sorry for the delay! This one was FUN!

Vampire Hunter!Gun Park x Vampire!Reader

G/N

Stiff lifeless bodies, glassy eyes, pools of crimson.

No pulse, no heartbeat. Skin pale and blue. Left out in the cold murky night, dangled to Gun Park like a carrot on a stick.

He doesn't need to get any closer to the corpses to know this is your handiwork.

The trail leads to you, it always leads to you.

Your lair isn't difficult to find. You move around often enough that other vampire hunters can't track you down. Leave your scent so that Gun always can.

.

.

"You're here!"

Your voice echoes, bounces off the crumbling stone walls. Most would mistake your tone for a reunion between two lovers.

Gun takes a drag of his cigarette, ignoring the shadows fluttering around him. Amongst the flurry of movement, his eyes stay glued to one spot.

The far left corner. Shrouded in haze, an unholy aura emanating. It reeks of you.

You always make it so easy.

He takes a final inhale, filling his lungs and veins with nicotine.

Lets the cigarette fall to the floor, slipping from his fingers. Waits for the ember to extinguish, then lunges.

Leaps the entire threshold of the old manor hall in a blink of an eye. A blur of muscle and power and savagery.

You're barely able to track his movements. You might not be able to completely evade him even if you tried. But why would you? You've missed his touch.

Gun's hand is gripped around your neck as you're slammed into the wall, forcing the breath out of your lungs. If you were human, your back would have been broken.

You're not. It will leave bruises at best.

You think of it as a caress.

"Come to see me again?" You choke out, throat straining against the fingers pressing into your windpipe.

His hold tightens and you consider scrabbling for breath. Digging your nails into him and ripping his skin open.

"To kill you." Gun corrects, leaning in. So close you could taste the smoke on his lips. See the bloodthirst and interest in his eyes.

"Admit it," Your hand comes up, flexing the full force of your power and you remove his own with ease, "You've missed me."

"You are causing too much trouble for me."

"Gunnie," you purr with a wide smile, "Don't say that."

"Didn't I tell you I would kill you the next time I see you?"

"You always say that-"

His hand comes up again to your throat and he squeezes. Tight and constricting. He's relentless, always has been. One of the reasons you were drawn to him.

It’s crushing this time. You don’t want to admit it, but it’s too much.

Yet. When you try to free yourself, you find yourself completely helpless.

What the...?

You look at him, brows furrowed, trying to work out what is happening when-

You see the exhale from his lips. The vapour rising.

His eyes, turning from the warm brown that you're familiar with. That you've fantasised many days about. Clouding over, darkening, dimming.

Until they're completely obsidian.

Two pure white irises stare back at you.

Same as yours.

Shock, and fear, flashes across your face.

Two sharp fangs glint in the moonlight when he growls in your ear, menacing and low.

"This is my territory."

He sinks his teeth into your neck, and it is nothing like you imagined.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism fic #gun park #gun park x reader #park jonggun #park jonggun x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[deliciousangelfestival]

Passionate Dig || Bucky Barnes

Character: TreasureHunter!Bucky × Archeology!Reader

Summary: Archaeologist Y/N and treasure hunter Bucky clash, sparking an unexpected romance during an excavation of ancient relics.

Warning: I wrote this in my phone. I'm sorry if the story not good 😂.

Y/N meticulously brushed away the layers of dirt covering an intricately carved relic, completely engrossed in her archaeological work. Her team, equally dedicated, carefully documented their findings in the newly discovered tomb.

As Y/N delicately handled the artifact, one of her co-workers, Alex, approached with furrowed brows. "Hey, Y/N, you might want to see this," he whispered, nodding discreetly towards the entrance of the tomb.

Following his gaze, Y/N caught sight of Bucky, the notorious treasure hunter, skulking around the excavation site. His rugged appearance and confident stride made it clear that he was up to something.

"Ugh, Bucky," Y/N muttered, frustration evident in her voice. "What's he doing here? This is an archaeological site, not a marketplace."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Think he's after the same relic we are?"

Y/N scowled, watching as Bucky eyed the team's equipment with a suspicious gleam in his eye. "Probably. He cares more about the price tag than the historical significance."

As Y/N observed Bucky's actions from a distance, Alex let out a sigh. "You know, Y/N, Bucky might be onto something. He found that legendary gem a while back and now he's practically a star – the modern Indiana Jones."

Y/N shot Alex a disapproving look, her irritation palpable. "Fame and fortune shouldn't be the measure of success in archaeology. It's about preserving history, not becoming a celebrity."

Alex winced as Y/N pinched his ear. "Ow, okay, okay! I get it. I just thought it'd be nice to have a bit of recognition, you know?"

Y/N softened her tone, reminding him of their shared passion. "Alex, we're here to uncover the past, to learn and share knowledge. That's worth more than any gem or fame. Don't forget why you joined archaeology in the first place."

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Observing Y/N engrossed in her work, Bucky couldn't resist a smirk. He leaned against a nearby pillar, his eyes never leaving her. "Look at the little archaeologist in her element," he mused to his assistant.

His assistant chuckled. "She seems serious about this stuff. You sure you want to mess with her?"

Bucky's smirk widened. "Oh, I love a challenge. Besides, teasing her a bit might spice things up around here." Her passion for archaeology, combined with the fire in her eyes, intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

During their lunch break, Y/N found herself face-to-face with Bucky near the excavation site. He flashed a charming grin, holding out a sandwich as an offering.

"Care for a break from dusty relics, Y/N?" he asked, his tone dripping with casual allure.

Y/N eyed the sandwich skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "What's the catch, Bucky?"

He chuckled, leaning in with a glint in his eye. "No catch, just an offer. I've got a lead on another site. We could make quite the team."

Y/N scoffed, taking a step back. "I work for history, not for profit."

A sly grin on his face. "Why stick to old relics, Y/N? I've got a lead on a thrilling adventure. Join me."

Y/N shot him a skeptical look. "I'm not interested in your version of thrill, Bucky. I value history, not chasing after your treasures."

His gaze locked onto hers, a daring challenge in his eyes. "You're missing out on a different kind of richness, sweetheart."

Y/N retorted with a smirk, "I'll pass. My passion is in preserving the past, not in your reckless pursuits."

Under the moonlit night, Y/N couldn't resist the allure of the excavation site, a place where history whispered its secrets.

As she quietly approached, she was startled to find Bucky already there, his shadow blending with the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N questioned, her irritation evident.

He flashed a mischievous grin. "Couldn't resist the call of adventure. What about you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Unlike you, some of us value a good night's rest. Now, what are you really up to?"

As they bickered, a glint caught Y/N's eye. An ancient chest, adorned with intricate carvings, lay partially exposed. Their argument ceased as their attention shifted to the unexpected discovery.

Bucky's eyes widened with a glint of greed. "Now, this is what I call a find! Let's see what treasures lie within."

Y/N stepped forward, a stern expression on her face. "Absolutely not, Bucky. We're here to preserve, not pillage."

He smirked, the tension between them palpable. "Come on, sweetheart, don't be so uptight. This could be the biggest discovery of our careers."

Y/N's voice turned stern. "We're not taking anything until we properly document and understand its historical significance."

The heated argument between Y/N and Bucky echoed through the still night air, their voices carrying the weight of conflicting desires.

As they continued to clash over the ancient chest, unaware of their escalating volume, Y/N's supervisor, Dr. Reynolds, stirred from his sleep. And because the others are complained saying "Both of them are arguing again."

"What's going on here?" Dr. Reynolds's stern voice cut through the darkness as he approached the excavation site, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight.

Y/N and Bucky, momentarily stunned, exchanged guilty glances before attempting to explain the situation simultaneously.

"She's being overly cautious, doc. We've found something extraordinary, and she wants to play it safe," Bucky argued.

Y/N shot back, "He's trying to exploit our discoveries for personal gain, disregarding the significance of our work!"

Dr. Reynolds raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and irritation on his face. "Alright, enough. Let me see what you've found."

As they presented the ancient chest, the supervisor examined it with a discerning eye. "This could be a groundbreaking discovery, but we must handle it with care. No reckless actions."

Y/N nodded, shooting a defiant glance at Bucky. "Exactly, Dr. Reynolds. We need to document its historical value before anything else."

Bucky sighed, reluctantly agreeing, "Fine, but let's not waste too much time. There might be more treasures waiting to be uncovered."

Dr. Reynolds then dropped a bombshell that left Y/N speechless.

"Y/N, Bucky," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "you both found this relic together. Your collaboration could bring a fresh perspective to our research."

Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief. Bucky, on the other hand, wore a knowing smirk, confirming the truth in Dr. Reynolds's statement.

"As much as your approaches differ," Dr. Reynolds continued, "there's value in combining your strengths. Work together, but remember, history is our priority."

Y/N, still processing the revelation, mustered the courage to ask Dr. Reynolds, "Why would you suggest we work with Bucky? Our principles are vastly different."

Dr. Reynolds sighed, acknowledging her concern. "Y/N, we need a new sponsor for our archaeological endeavors. The exposure that comes with associating our team and Bucky's name could attract the attention and funding we desperately need."

Y/N frowned, skeptical of the compromise. "But his methods and intentions..."

Dr. Reynolds interrupted, "I understand your reservations, but sometimes we must adapt to the circumstances. This collaboration could open doors for us, offering opportunities to explore history that we wouldn't have otherwise."

Bucky chimed in, his tone surprisingly sincere. "I may not be your ideal partner, Y/N, but I know the value of a good find. Together, we could make headlines and secure the support we need."

Bucky, seizing the moment to inject his trademark charm, couldn't resist a teasing remark. "Looks like we're stuck with each other, Y/N. Who knows, maybe you'll learn to appreciate my methods."

Y/N shot him a skeptical look. "Don't get too comfortable, Bucky. I'm only doing this for the sake of the team, not because I suddenly appreciate treasure hunting."

He chuckled, the smirk never leaving his face. "We'll see about that, sweetheart. Get ready for an adventure you never knew you needed."

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[angeart]

[hhau] — the ribbon

I almost forgot to talk about the ribbon-

Only one person asked about it, but i am very easily convinced to give in to hype and rambles. i love being excited about things i enjoy, and i love sharing them, so thank you for being interested!

This is about the hunted hybrids au, where both mine and @linkito's art features a dark ribbon tied around Grian's pinkie:

[art 1] [art 2] [art 3]

(I'll admit it should be tied in a bow, even though i draw it loose—)

So what is this ribbon?

It comes to play early in the story. Just after Scar finds Grian and saves him from the hunters. Grian's in a bad shape. He's exhausted, hungry, dehydrated, and he just lost a lot of blood. He's in a world of pain, after being viciously attacked and almost killed, terrified and barely conscious.

Scar needs to keep him alive, no matter the cost.

Grian needs water.

Scar doesn't have water.

But he knows where to find it.

Except going to get it means leaving Grian alone, and— He can't. He can't. (He has to.)

Hopeless, desperate, aching, he soothes Grian, brings back the memory of something simpler, woven with promises of returning soon. (They're just on a sleepover. He's only going to fetch him a glass of water. It's okay. It's okay.) And he leaves something behind.

Something for Grian to hold onto.

Something to remind Grian that this happened. That Scar was here and he will be back. That he isn't alone.

Scar undoes the ribbon around his neck. And he puts it in Grian's weak, uncomprehending hands. (The fingers twitch and try to curl around it anyway.) (It feels important.)

He asks Grian to hold onto it for him, and he leaves.

Now, Scar makes it back safely. But Grian's dizzy and dazed and confused, and he feels the ribbon slipping, and he panics. (He was told to hold onto it.) (He needs to hold onto it—) (It falls out of his grasp so easily and he can't do a thing to stop it—)

Scar catches it, tells him it's okay, he's back, he's here now, thank you for keeping it. And he considers putting it back around his neck, but... It no longer feels like something just his. It feels like it turned into something else.

A tether. A lifeline. A heartstring.

And Grian needs it.

So he ties it around Grian's pinkie, in a loose but secure bow, for Grian to have it near and to feel it without fearing losing it. And Grian keeps it.

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Here's some out of context rp bits that feature it, just to drive home what it really means for them in this wretched, hopeless world:

Grian:

Black ribbon rests securely wrapped around his finger, a piece of Scar’s attire, a piece of, maybe, his soul. A tether. An anchor. A lifeline.

Scar:

He watches the black fabric shake with the same tremors that plague Grian’s reach, fragile like he is, and Scar resolves that he must have done something right, that he’s not a failure, that he didn’t ruin everything if Grian still wears the ribbon around his finger. They still have the connection, the tether from one brittle heart to another.

Grian:

The ribbon tingles against his skin, a strip of fabric that seems to be a manifestation of the tether Grian feels stretching away from his weak, wounded heart, leading him straight to Scar.

Grian:

So with a tattered heart beating painfully against his bruised ribs, he swallows down the guilt of what his wings will do to both of them, and he makes his decision.

Tired and sore, he lifts his hand up, reaching out to Scar. The ribbon falls from his hold as he uncurls his fingers, left to dangle in the air and shadow his motions, still tied around his finger just the way Scar is tied around his weak, traitorous heart.

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(Yeah i think a tether is a good word for it, clearly. Mhm. That's what it is. A very important little strip of fabric, that once used to rest against Scar's pulse point, soaking in the beats of his heart, now given to Grian for safekeeping <3)

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[ridhearts]

“Wanna Watch My Favorite Show With Me?” {Scarabia - Diasomnia}

Basically: would they watch ghost hunting shows with you?

Ever since I watched my first episode of ghost adventures, I've been an avid fan. I know it's not real but I just have so much fun turning out the lights and watching these ghost hunters roam around and "talk to ghosts." I have such a fun time!!!

Also I know ghosts exist in twst but when they say "it's not real" think of it as them saying that the shows aren't actually talking to ghosts/that's not how ghosts act/etc. Ghosts just being your friends kind of throws off the vibe of ghost shows but i'm just trying to have fun ok

!! information !!

characters: kalim + jamil / vil + rook + epel / idia + ortho (platonic) / malleus + lilia + silver + sebek

reader: gn!

cw: none

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Part One (Heartslabyul - Octavinelle)

• • • • • • • Kalim Al-Asim

"Hey Kalim, do you wanna-" "YES."

Had no idea what you were going to propose but said yes immediately anyway because, in Kalim's humble opinion, you have THE BEST ideas. It takes a while to get him to stop bouncing in his seat and confirm that he's down to watch a potentially scary ghost show. He still says yes!!

Kalim is the type of guy to get scared every. time. at anything even remotely paranormal but still go back and try to watch it again. However, he has a brief moment of clarity and, when Jamil asks with a huff why he's hauling so much junk food to his room, Kalim only answers that he's watching a show with you. Jamil knows something is up but decides to leave it be- "and if you forget about the food in there and get bugs, you're cleaning up the mess."

Kalim kinda spaces out during the first half of the show. He talks to you a few times, but if you prefer to watch then he'll get the hint and munch on popcorn or play with your hair or something. (Yes he wipes his hands first! He cares u 😊)

During the scary part, though, after jumping far more times than he's ready to admit, Kalim ends up clutching a pillow and curled into your side, hiding his face and peeking out. You ask him what's going on - it's not like it's a slasher film and there's a chase scene going on - but then the investigators "capture a shadow figure" and suddenly Kalim is curled into you again.

Unless you want Jamil pissed that Kalim bothered him because he was scared, you're spending the night. Kalim, for as scared as he is, falls asleep relatively fast. You're stuck in his arms for the night btw - if you get up for water, Kalim WILL wake up and follow you silently, only to scare you so YOU'RE the one screaming in fear and waking up the dorm.

• • • • • • • Jamil Viper

At first, Jamil doesn't have much of a reaction. He doesn't care much for what's on television these days (not that he has any time to watch it anyway) and ghosts just don't intrigue him like that. However, it's an excuse to get away from Kalim, and he really does appreciate the moments he gets to spend with you. A quiet moment of quality time is hardly a horrible way to spend the evening.

Jamil can sit and watch quietly, but you wind up only half paying attention to the show and talking about your day with him. If you're really curious about the ghost stories, he'll remember the location so you can look it up together later.

The investigation itself is much the same, but you both pay a little more attention to it just because it's more interesting. If you wanna poke fun, that's fine. Jamil finds your wit charming. However, if you're more the gullible type…

He's planning ways to scare you. 100%. Jamil is stealthy and he knows Ramshackle like the back of his hand at this point. He'll be able to make a room more draft, send papers fluttering, or open every cabinet in the kitchen without you even realizing he left. And if that means that he has to tell Kalim he'll be staying longer than intended and just turn his ringer on so he can keep YOU safe…well, then, that's just the way it'll have to be, hm?

• • • • • • • Vil Schoenheit

See…Vil wants to narrow his eyes at you and scoff at your childish taste in entertainment. But…with a schedule as busy as his, he tends to jump at any opportunity to spend time with you. Far be it from him to miss out on some quality time just because you want to watch a bad movie or something.

It does come with a catch, though - you're having a mini spa day while you watch. Face masks, dry hair treatments, foot masks, painting each other's nails…that's all stuff you can do while watching a show, right? He'll make smoothies for the two of you, even if you've already had one today, as a treat :)

If you want to actually watch the show, he'll keep his voice low and do his best not to keep your head turned away from the screen for too long while he applies your face mask. If you don't mind idle conversation, though, he'll happily fill in any boring spaces with some conversation.

In fact, he'll even pause the show if you get too involved in a conversation and by the time you actually finish the show, what's this? It's rather late…hm, well this was meant to be a surprise, but he does have a new set of pajamas for you. Why don't you stay the night?

Won't try to scare you on purpose, but he does look like a ghost with his white robe and white scrub mask…when you scream after happening upon him, he'll just mime rubbing his temple (so he doesn't get the mask all over his hands) and wonder why he always manages to scare people like this…

• • • • • • • Rook Hunt

He'll blink at you once, twice, undoubtedly wondering why you care about fake ghosts when you're friends with real ghosts, but then he'll throw caution to the wind and say "But of course! Fret not, mom coeur, for I will protect you!"

Hopefully you invited Rook over for a Halloween Special on a chilly night, because he is very warm and will not stand for being anywhere except glued to your side. True to his most obvious eccentricities, he can find enjoyment in any part of the show; the local legends people are sharing, the eerie abandoned buildings, whatever! Rook wouldn’t get scared even if he believed in the ghost ‘evidence,’ but he can pretend he believes in the ‘evidence’ and have a fun time!

He might try to scare you a few times, but it’ll end up more as play chase around the house until he inevitably catches you. However, if you’re scared, Rook won’t demean you, of course! He said he’d protect you and he’ll keep his word until he dies. You may not have reason to fear, but the real ghosts living in Ramshackle are steering clear from Rook for the night, just to be safe.

• • • • • • • Epel Felmier

Heheheheh, you’re asking him because you’re scared, ain’t ya? You can agree or insist that you’re not, but Epel’s already got it in his head that this is another chance for him to prove how manly he is!

He absolutely expects lots of snacks. Being invited to Ramshackle gives him a rare opportunity to eat whatever he wants without Vil’s interference! If he has any extreme requests he’ll definitely pay you back/give you the money to get it, but by now you should have some of his favorite staples in the cabinet, right?

Honestly…I can see him falling for any jumpscares, but he doesn’t get scared at the show itself? He’s convinced it’s baby stuff and now that he knows the Ramshackle ghosts, there’s not much for him to be afraid of! If you’re scared, he won’t find out until he actually calls the show baby stuff, but he feels bad immediately after and tries his best to comfort you! It’s a bit awkward, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Vil probably didn’t give him authorization to stay the night. But if you’re really scared…Epel supposes he can deal with a ridiculous punishment in exchange for some more time with you. (Rook, while supervising his punishment, will croon over the things people do for love, purposely flustering Epel for his own entertainment.)

• • • • • • • Idia Shroud

E-eh?! You’re…inviting him to do something? With you?? (So you remembered……..the two of you really are dating and it wasn’t an elaborate dream…)

He’ll sigh and mutter something about “normie shows,” but since you’re willing to listen about his interests, he can indulge you once a week to watch a ghost show. His room has the perfect ambience for that sort of thing, too: dimly lit from all the monitors and glowing trinkets, but the overhead light is never one. There’s plenty of cushions and blankets to cuddle up with, too…

He doesn’t get scared. At all. He’s played horror games scarier than what’s on screen. But he doesn’t say anything and listens if you have anything to say while it plays!

…Or, he half-listens. Honestly, he couldn’t say anything negative about the show if he wanted to. He’s instead suddenly realized how close the two of you are and how smoothly he suggested you sit this close and you readily agreed and - suddenly you’re watching your ghost show bathed in a flustered pink lighting.

This does give him an idea, though….wanna play whatever the TWST version of phasmophobia is later?

• • • • • • • Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

“Ghost hunters? But I can bring up many sources that debunk the evidence on those kinds of shows-”

Even if he doesn’t particularly care for the idea of ghosts, he’s excited to be invited!!! Ok, you need to tell him that the charm is in having fun and pretending this is a real phenomenon, but once that’s out of the way he’s totally excited to spend time with you! Should he ask Idia to come along, too?

Ortho probably doesn’t need to study what makes the show scary, but he will study how scary you find it. He’s subtly tracking your heart rate and other vitals, trying to see if they jump at anything or if your fear centers in your brain activate at the scary voices. He’s just curious!

Hopefully, you don’t get super scared by the show. If he has to leave and you’re shaking, he’ll feel really bad. Don’t worry, Prefect, you LIVE with ghosts! They’re nice! You’ll be fine!

• • • • • • • Malleus Draconia

!!! As expected, he’s pleased as punch to participate in whatever manner of recreation you want to introduce to him. However, he must first ask, whatever is wrong with your typical evening walks? You haven’t grown bored of them, have you?

He teleports to Ramshackle exactly when you told him to arrive. Even though you told him he could dress comfortably, he’s still in his school uniform. You feel terribly underdressed, and wonder for a moment if perhaps the nice, tailored, standard school uniform really IS the most comfortable and least expensive item he owns. If you try to say you feel underdressed, he’s quick to say that you look as stunning as always. Considering you’re wearing an old pair of sweatpants from the school lost and found, you doubt his judgment but don’t say anything about it.

LOVES the show if they’re in some old building. He’ll be staring in awe at the architecture and silently listing places he wants to visit for himself. He also thinks it’d be fun to roam around the places at night. It’s 50/50 on whether or not he understands that the screen is green because of night vision - if he doesn’t, he’s probably imagining a firefly-lit walk w you <3 in a haunted penitentiary

I feel like this would be the first time Malleus has experienced such a casual date. He’ll sit still as stone and be super tense, as if he’s taking some sort of etiquette test. If you lean on him, he’ll make you comfortable! But he acts as if he hasn’t been on a date with you before at first.

Wouldn’t dream of scaring you on purpose!.......the first time. But when Lilia brings it up and points out that Malleus could then play the part of your protector…maybe he suddenly decides he wants to watch the next episode with you, too.

• • • • • • • Lilia Vanrouge

Is IMMEDIATELY down. Definitely intends to laugh at all the shenanigans on screen.

He’s bringing over a mountain of snacks for the two of you to share! And besides, if he’s already hanging out with you, why not add a few movies to the mix and make the night a full entertainment binge fest!

Isn’t specifically interested in the history or anything, though he will pepper in some facts and “correct” the people on screen when they’re wrong. Choosing to trust him is a gamble, but then again, so was pursuing him romantically…

Absolutely does laugh at the dramatics while they’re investigating the building. It’s hard to be scared when he’s having the time of his life right next to you, but maybe that’s a good thing if you’re normally the skittish type?

Except…he’s definitely spooking you after the show (and the extra movies he brought) are over. Most of the time he just goes for a classic jumpscare, but you’re almost certain he’s opening doors and windows he knows you’ll walk by or breathing down the back of your neck. Still…watching the movies made him stay pretty late, so maybe he wouldn’t mind spending the night…?

• • • • • • • Silver

Sure :) Anything you want! Although, there’s no guarantee he won’t fall asleep during the show…

Silver might try to stay awake by downing as much soda as you have on hand, or engaging you in light conversation while the investigators are learning the history of the building. He’s paying attention, and he doesn’t want to interrupt your show! He just wants to stay awake since it was something you wanted to share with him

If you want to focus, he agrees…and totally does fall asleep moments later. He didn’t mean to! He was just relaxed next to you, is all!

He still feels bad, but if you forgive him, Silver will try to let it go that he fell asleep on your date again. But, to make it up for you, he’ll stay as long as you’d like and protect you if you’re scared!

…you’re not? Oh. Then…he’s still pretty tired, actually. Why don’t you both just fall asleep right here?

• • • • • • • Sebek Zigvolt

WHAT FOOLISH THINGS ARE YOU FILLING YOUR BRAIN WITH DURING YOUR PRECIOUS SPARE TIME, HUMAN?!?

Even if you’ve been dating for a while, Sebek finds it difficult to just…accept your invitation. He has to do it under a guise of “making sure you aren’t filling your mind with useless information,” or “ensuring you keep to a reasonable sleep schedule.”

Still, once you actually get him to Ramshackle, he mellows out fairly quickly. I mean, he’s still the same old mildly-ridiculous Sebek that you know in love, but he isn’t going to push you away when you purposely sit right next to him and lean into him before the show even starts. You really do have no shame…

Sebek watches with rapt attention, not wanting to interrupt your show. The only time he’ll interject is if you’re saying something to him, or if the show says something that contradicts one of Lilia’s obviously true facts that he’s told Sebek. Other than that, he’s way more invested than you thought he’d be.

Listen. Sebek is a brave knight (or will be), but he’s also very gullible. He’s probably going to wind up falling for all the shows’ tricks and “evidence.” However, that’s not going to stop him from going around your dorm like he’s scared something will jump out at him! Of course not!

Ignore the fact that he pushes you behind him as you walk from room to room. It’s sweet that he’s protecting you, if you can hold in your laughter over there being nothing to protect you from.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twxt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge x reader #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia x reader

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RE bot dump #6

That's right I'm back again. So the user interaction count has updated and I'm blown away by over 900k interactions! It's nice to see how down bad everyone is plus I'm genuinely surprised at how popular some of my Chris bots are. Anyway I have now started writing Claire Redfield bots so I will gladly take any requests for her <3

RE:8!Ada Wong and Ethan Winters x Reader

Ethan exchange all the treasures and crystallised parts found in Castle Dimitrescu for new items and weaponry that will hopefully help the two of you survive this gothic nightmare. “You know your friend is quite interesting.” Calls out a voice from behind. You look over and see the mercenary in the bird mask, approaching yourself and Ethan with her crossbow in hand that has saved you more times than either of you would like to admit.

RE:2R!Ada Wong and Leon Kennedy x Reader

“Cant imagine a real scientist being down here.” Leon grumbles as he steps inside the dimly lit tunnel. The putrid stench of waste causes his nose to scrunch up in disgust. “According to HQ, this leads right into Umbrella’s secret facility.” Ada replies calmly, seemingly unaffected by the stench. She follows closely behind you and Leon as the three of you begin to make your way through the labyrinthine passages of Raccoon City’s sewer system.

RE:8!Ada Wong x Reader

Retrieve a sample of the Cadou and get out. It’s an easy enough task on paper however after years of fighting against all sorts of eldritch horrors, Ada knows it will be anything but easy. Of course this doesn’t deter Ada, as she navigates the desolate village. Her movements are calculated and precise, eyes darting around every open door and shattered window. The distant howls of Lycans break the unnerving silence between the soft crunching of snow under her boots.

Bounty Hunter!Ada Wong x Reader

In the dimly lit corner of the bustling tavern, the bounty hunter approaches the weathered board covered in parchment notices. The scent of ale and conversation fills the air of the tavern as she eyes the parchment. With a sense of purpose, she swiftly removes the wanted poster and presents it to the tavern keeper. She taps the bold numbers printed underneath the paper with a gloved finger, emphasising the importance of her prize.

Chris and Claire Redfield and Reader (Request)

“So what’s the intel for this mission?” Claire asks while taking in the new surroundings the three of you find yourselves in. “Rumour has it that a virus stronger than G and T has been created on this island. It’s the perfect testing ground for B.O.Ws considering how far it is from the mainland.” Chris replies and adjusts that sheathed combat knife on his shoulder. “That means we’ve got to be careful out here. Especially you, {{user}}.” He adds with a slight smirk.

RE:1 Infected!Chris Redfield x Reader

Heavy footsteps ring out in the hallway of the infested mansion. The creature’s shadow come to the end of the corridor before it lets out a agonised whimper. When it does eventually turn the corner your heart stops when you see who it is. “{{user}}?…. {{user}}….” Is what you manage to make out through his garbled speech. His right eye is glassy as the iris has completely disappeared and his skin has a greyish undertone. This is no creature. This is your teammate, Chris Redfield.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy x Reader

The three of you make your way through the desolate corridors of the RPD. Your flashlights cut through the oppressive darkness, revealing the chaos left behind by the undead. “Jesus, this place has gone mad.” Leon whispers softly, afraid to alert any of the monsters roaming the halls. “Yeah I’ll say. Just how did something like this happen in the first place?” Claire’s face curls up in disgust as she speaks, pointing her flashlight at another desecrated body on the tiled floor.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy x Reader

The train speeds down the track in the secret tunnel that lie just under the city. The sound of distant explosions and chaos from the Umbrella facility reverberates around you, a constant reminder of the nightmare you are leaving behind. Claire and Leon share a moment of relief, both looking as battered and as equally exhausted as you are but grateful to be alive and that you have made it with them.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield x Reader

You can hear the monster’s agonised screech mixed with heavy bullet fire from inside the train while the platform lowering it rocks and sways violently. Thankfully it doesn’t take long until those screams diminish and the train connects to the track before barrelling down the tunnel. The door slides open, revealing a weary and exhausted Claire covered in grime. Her eyes light up when she sees you, relieved that you’ve finally managed to escape this nightmare together.

Infinite Darkness!Claire Redfield x Reader

You’re pretty much used to Claire leaving for weeks at a time for her aid work with Terra Save. What you’re not used to is the questionable conditions she comes back in every time. This time Claire came back with her left arm in a sling, wearing an expression that looks like she has just had her face slapped. “I can’t believe that guy! ‘I can’t’ my ass… Who does he think he is!” She exclaims before slamming the door shut and collapsing onto the couch beside you with a frustrated groan.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield x Reader (+ Sherry)

After finding out that Claire’s brother is in fact safe and on ‘vacation’ as Marvin called it, the two of you now must figure out how to get out of the zombie infested city. However, you weren’t exactly expecting a child to come into the equation. “So… Are you two together?” Sherry looks between the two of you, her eyes wide with curiosity. “No, no. We actually just met tonight.” Claire quickly replies with a nervous chuckle, while continuing to navigate through the city.

Ethan Winters x Reader (inspired by @leonsmascara 's fic here)

The two of you walk through the shark tunnel, giggling as you make some comments about the creatures gliding overhead. The soft, ambient glow of the exhibit casts a gentle light on your faces, illuminating your eyes like precious jewels in the depths of the sea. “Look at that one, babe!” Ethan points to a large circular tank up ahead and drags you by the hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The tank glows a deep purple, holding moon jellies that flow and pulse with the current.

College Student!Ethan Winters x Reader (Request)

From elementary all the way through to high school, you and Ethan have been inseparable and even now that holds up as fate decided to pair the two of you up as roommates. “Hey, {{user}}!” Ethan calls out as he steps into the dorm. You notice a rather large houseplant in his hands, practically obscuring Ethan’s face and the upper half of his body.

RE:8!Ethan Winters x Lord!Reader

Ethan wakes up, finding himself in a dimly lit courtroom crawling with Lycans and filled with ancient, eerie decor. Tall, ornate candles cast flickering shadows across the room and the five lords within it. Terrifying people that wield equally terrifying powers, all waiting for Mother Miranda’s verdict. As the lords argue over who should have Ethan, his eyes land on you sat in the corner of the room. Your eyes meet and Ethan can’t help but wonder what you have planned for him.

RE:2R!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Exhausted, weak and weary, the two of you stumble onto the driverless train before it picks up speed down the track. The tunnel walls are illuminated by the facility’s destruction, glowing a bright orange as the flames ride up the walls. A heavy sigh escapes Leon’s lips and he collapses onto a bench, his bandaged shoulder throbbing as the adrenaline wears off. Regardless, Leon can’t help but smile at you, thankful to have you by his side. Grateful that the two of you managed to survive.

Infinite Darkness!Leon Kennedy x Reader

In the confined quarters of the submarine, Leon adjusts to the rhythmic hum of machinery and the occasional creaking of metal against the pressure of the deep sea. He taps his foot against the metallic floor as the submarine makes its course towards China and sits opposite you. “Wanna get dinner when this is all over?” Leon asks with a slight smirk while adjusting his leather jacket. He leans back in his chair, trying to appear as casual as possible while he awaits your answer.

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#ada wong #ada wong x reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #claire redfield #claire redfield x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil

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IWTV S2 Ep1 Musings - Dreams, Nightmares, and Faith

Wow. 😍 I love the new title card, with the bomber jets & explosions over upside-down...Paris? Romania? IDGAF--it's cool! I am SO glad AMC took us through war-torn Europe!

Something I found so interesting was the question of whether vampires dream or not.

(Armand stfu omg, him & Les both calling Claudia Infant Death 😅)

In the books, AR's vamps go into deathlike sleep--they're not really conscious, don't get woken up by much unless THEY'RE ready to wake up, and don't dream.

Vamps are like the dead, but UNdead--they're DAMNED. The damned don't get to wish for rainbows when they dwell in darkness. They die with their heartaches and grief, and spread it to others as harbingers of death.

In WWII Europe, societal vampires (Nazis, Soviets, etc) and actual vampires coexist, each preying on the innocent & vulnerable. Louis & Claudia literally tear through the battlefields and waypoints. I was wrong about them eating the dead/blown up body parts--they were feeding on dying soldiers, not ones already dead, but TBH at this point I don't know which is worse?

You feel sorry for Darciana and her revenant "child," sure, but there's also Morgan & Emilia--and what about everyone in that bunker (all those old women & kids), who'll probably starve now that their sole hunter/trapper can't get food for them anymore? Just so these serial killing vamps can eat!?!

Louis thinks "the blood is bad here" cuz they're drinking "misery and hopelessness" in war survivors & POWs etc; but really the misery & hopelessness is IN THEM. LOUIS is miserable (without Lestat). CLAUDIA feels hopeless (with Louis/her own companion). THEY (as vamps) bring misery wherever they go, internally & externally.

You're the walking DEAD, Louis. :( You will ALWAYS be cold. U_U

It's bad EVERYWHERE--love & community is what keeps people going--

--even in the middle of what seems like an apocalypse--be it WWII, or the "flying vampire apocalypse/Great Conversion." Even in a hellish place like the Theatre and the Children of Satan/Darkness. We all need/want a HOME.

Louis & Claudia have been stuck in a figurative nightmare, walking through the valley of the shadow of death along the Devil's Road. But poor AMC!Claudia has actual nightmares. 😭

She tells herself (through her diaries) that she doesn't dream, denying the suffering she goes through, trying to stay strong and not give her trauma power.

The tabula rasa of "infants" and child-like innocence that Armand refers to is just The Void for her. By avoiding her troubles, she's probably giving more power to the things that scare her the most.

AMC KNOWS what they're doing! Claudia's in denial too, and DreamStat's calling them BOTH out on it--but like Delainey said: unlike Louis, Claudia doesn't need a hallucination version of Les to tell her what she already knows--he's in her; he's her father--moreso than Louis, who only ever gets called "Daddy" now when they need to fake it! (Or is it REALLY fake for her? When she gets hurt, she yells for Daddy Lou's attention....)

There's her behavior with Louis', and her nightmares, compared to DreamStat. Cuz Louis' not asleep--he's wide awake, but being awake for him is like living in a nightmare with his eyes wide open. Louis said his own dreams were "erratic and often," but which ones is he even talking about, REALLY? His actual dreams? Or DreamStat; the figment of his imagination he admitted to "inviting" inside his head?

The Disney song goes "Have faith in your dreams and someday...the dreams that you wish will come true." For Louis his dream is obvs Lestat, and obvs by PLatRoA and Blood Communion Looustat's dream finally comes true. But for Claudia her dream is companionship, but also knowledge. She wants/demands answers.

(Only for us to find out 2 books later that all the legends really ARE true!)

Louis's having a crisis of faith--he is SCARED of his dreams, and what it says about himself, and has accepted his damnation with fatalistic & willfully blind cynicism--just like Armand does with the Childrren of Darkness/Satan, he's slowly losing his religion/faith in God (read: their "dead" exes: Lestat & Marius), while doubling down on the idea that they are damned and that all that exists is Hell/Damnation/Satan/etc.

He'd rather believe that baboons are roaming Europe than face another vampire who might reveal more about him than he's ready to accept.

He talks down to Claudia just like Lestat did; and constantly crushes her dreams by being a wet blanket. He gives her NOTHING positive or affirmative to look forward to.

Daciana's suicide is a wake-up call: she IS a good vampire (reltively speaking, ofc). She has dreams and wishes and loving feelings, too. She's visibly in emotional turmoil & pain, which Louis can relate to; acknowledging her as human, and finally looking forward to the future Claudia wants for all of them: companions sharing stories & knowledge & love; "we're a family?"

Louis COULD'VE followed Daciana into hopeless misery, but luckily he DOES have Claudia; them helping e/o to stay out of the fire.

And as sick as it is, Lou also has Lestat, and the comfort of knowing that no matter how bad he acts/gets, he's still alive.

There's still that glimmer of HOPE: "a spark in the dark."

As an aside:

Romania as the "ancestral home" of vampires is hilarious. Claudia's desperate to find out the truth--and she's close, for sure, as there are obviously vamps crawling all over Europe--but my heart just aches thinking about how mind blown Claudia would be if she found out that the REAL ancestral home of AR's vampires was Egypt.

Cinematic poetry, putting AR in the same frames where Louis talks about Dracula--only to drag vampire superstitions a few minutes in, as Louis and Claudia bicker over garlic & crucifixes. XD

#interview with the vampire #justice for claudia #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #religion #iwtv tvc metas #iwtv season 2 spoilers #must see tv #the hype is real #music

[lightwise]

TBB S3E8 - Reactions

- Poor Echo—he really is not getting any screen time is he

- Crosshair’s look of concern when he tells Omega she should be staying away from Rex and Echo 😭

- Okay Omega’s guilt is so clouding her judgement at this point. Poor kid really thinks it’s her fault that all those clones died—no baby girl, the shadow assassin would have gone there anyway whether you were there or not. My heart aches for her

- Hunter 🤝 Crosshair: keep Omega safe at all costs.

- Hunter’s lil “come on” head tilt 🤩

- PHEE!!!! I have been waiting for you!!!

- Crosshair: Who!?! 😶 PRICELESS. EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED FROM HIM MEETING HER 🤣🤣🤣

- Not Omega serving as the narrative admitting that Phee is, in fact, much to our dismay, a pirate 🏴‍☠️

- I’M GETTING BOTH MY GIRLS BACK IN ONE EPISODE

- Just slipping a Tech mention in there, why don’t you stop ripping my heart out

- Fennec!!!

- And Cross has the same reaction to Fennec 😆 —he’s finally starting to learn about the life that his family has lived during their time apart

- Hunter being in full dad mode and also being very perceptive about Crosshair hiding his hand issues. He may not always be able to say this about himself, but Hunter admitting that ignoring something won’t make the problem go away is huge growth from him.

- Thank goodness Hunter can pilot. This would be a very short season otherwise

- Cool space station

- I love when Star Wars is grimy city underbellies and neon lights 🤩

- The guys look SO GOOD in purple. Jus sayin

- As does Fennec (Queen that she is)

- I’d let those boys hem me in a booth anytime

- Ming-Na Wen is really pulling out all the stops for Fennec’s voice

- Hunter in neon bar lighting is something so personal to me

- “Ruined one of my scores” lol Fennec is salty tonight

- “More than you’ve got” she doesn’t even know how much they have on them but she knows it’s not enough 🤣 but also where is that 30k credits that Omega won?? They could have used that?

- “We made a deal. I’m going to keep it as long as you hold up your end”

- “Ten? For THAT? That’s what I thought”

- Gosh that water looks nasty

- Wet helmet Hunter instead of WET HAIR HUNTER??? Fffffffsssss Jennifer *clicks tongue in disappointment*

- That is so many mines

- “Close doesn’t count” 🥺

- It’s really interesting to me that this show has been focused solely on the Batch as a family this season. We’ve been on Pabu multiple times and have seen hardly any other residents, no one trying to be neighborly or prying (even though we know Shep has tried to make sure Crosshair is comfortable). The focus is on the Batch themselves this time, not their dynamic with the outside world.

- “You don’t like anything” “true” at least he’s self aware by now lol

- Batcher’s like “you like meeee!”

- Hunter’s senses are back baybee

- Never knew I needed to see Wrecker yeeting space alligators until today. Glorious. Straight up punching them in the face 🤣🤣🤣

- Ohhhh Wrecker giving back her sass blow for blow!

- “So what happened with the kid?”

- I will die on the hill that Fennec cares about Omega deep down

- “Just…seems odd. Considering our past”

- Love that the atmosphere on this planet is orange and it’s Fennec’s episode

- “They thought Omega would be safer with you guys. Guess they were wrong about that” she is not pulling any punches

- “Money’s not everything” you right boy

- “That’s because you don’t have any” phewww 🤣🤣🤣

- Pulling the blaster across the throat in a kill motion?? Hunter what are you doing to me right now 🥵

- “Pretty much” lolol

- This dude is so creepy looking. Giant bug eyes were not what I was expecting

- “You heard me!!” Oh Wrecker is done, done

- Man this guy does not go down easy.

- Bug spit. Nuff said

- “I doubt that” oh Cross, honey, I know, I get it

- THEY HELD HANDS

- I REPEAT SHE HELD HIS HAND

- Sorry I’m having Kenobi show Obi-Wan and Leia handhold flashbacks 😭😭😭😭

- Okay okay I’m back. I think.

- “You’ve missed a lot” “I know”

- Okay just rip my heart out why don’t you

- That is one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen

- Pointy finger scrunched brow Hunter is the best Hunter

- “You can either fight me or trust me. Good choice” 😮‍💨

- Hunter getting tipped off that ramp is uh…is ummm…doing something to me. What, I’m not sure 👀🫠

- I also find it really interesting that they’ve barely had us on the Marauder at all this season. Foreshadowing?

- Both Fennec and Phee make the same two fingered salute to the boys after talking to them. Cute.

- Ohhhhh is she…is she selling them out?? Who is she talking to? Cad?

- Wait no she wouldn’t pass them over to someone else if any money could be gained on her side. I bet she’s talking to Ventress. I really wanna know how those two know each other 👀

- Wow. Things are really going to get interesting from here. Can’t wait.

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #some light ramblings #somelightramblings

[scaryman-fancam]

The untapped potential that is the ship Revhound is fucking crazy guys, please hear me out

Revhound (Revenant x Bloodhound) Headcanons/Drabble!!

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, suggestive themes

- Let’s say all prior Revenant headcanons I’ve listed are correct in this scenario. Like, Revenant does have an extremely accurate sense of smell, can smell fear, blood, etc., right?

- Bloodhound’s whole thing is being a tracker. Revenant, the perfect assassin. Putting them against each other creates an interesting game of hunter vs. hunter.

- I imagine that they would definitely hold some sort of respect for one another. They’re both aware of each other’s reputation, and both believe the other is a bit of wasted potential. Bloodhound thinks Revenant could be just as perfect a tracker as them, if not even better, while Revenant believes Bloodhound could do with a little more aggression and durability.

- With Revenant’s Forged Shadows, he can afford to push hard on a target once he’s got them where he wants them. Bloodhound doesn’t have this sort of ability, but they could certainly benefit with some sort of training, perhaps? Withstand defensive attacks a little better and push harder, and if only Revenant had some way to practice putting his heightened senses to use…

- They can help each other train, maybe. Run away to a heavily forested area with crazy terrain, start off miles from each other. Bloodhound shows Revenant how to utilize his keen sense of smell to track, while Revenant forces Bloodhound to push themselves further every time.

- It’s truly vicious. Primal even. At first, Bloodhound does well to evade Revenant, to lure him into a space where they have the upper hand. After a weekend, Revenant has already found his groove in these new skills. Tracking down Bloodhound is the easy part. The chase, the fight, is where things get interesting.

- Revenant is unrelenting. Doesn’t need air or water or rest for weary muscles. Bloodhound is brought to their very limit and forced to take the leap, hoping to catch on something and learn to carry on even when their body aches. Learn to know when it’s time to turn and fight.

- They goad each other into becoming the (best? Worst? Most terrifying?) versions of themselves. Weekend after weekend when they’re not scheduled to play in the games, they’ve run off to train. It becomes more than routine. It’s instinct. The thrill of the hunt, the blood, the dirt and the metal shavings left on thorns and discarded axes, the familiarity of one another, the bond of finding one another, and fighting until the other gives out, only to give mercy in the last second. They can’t kill one another, no, then the fun will end.

- They’re constantly adapting to one another. Bloodhound leaving a trail of brittle leaves and branches, only for Revenant to learn to stalk quieter over them. Revenant climbing into trees above to try and get the drop of Bloodhound, only for them to begin spotting the crude marks of metal claws on the sides of trees from far away.

- Revenant feels alive. Bloodhound explores a brutal side of themselves, becoming more aggressive just to be able to match the simulacrum. They need these getaways like they need blood in their veins or coolant in his system. The games are too impersonal, too safe for live broadcasts for thousands of fans watching. It’s private when they’re away, it’s sacred, it becomes a second home, or rather a true home in comparison to the cots back at headquarters, or the living spaces provided by the games.

- It could become something more. Defeat and victory after a bloody battle with promised mercy, boundaries that are never crossed for the sake of doing this dance again and again. Admitting defeat at each other’s hands becomes allowing victory in the arms of one another. It’s an odd form of trust, allowing each other the privilege of beating them down until they’re within the last stretches of consciousness.

- Suddenly recovery isn’t spent alone, the trek back to headquarters and silence in their rooms. It’s staying a little longer in the privacy of abandoned buildings and crowded forests, tending to the wounds inflicted upon each other. Revenant’s hands coated in blood are the same hands that dress Bloodhound’s bloodied limbs; Bloodhound’s finger tips grazing the metal of Revenant’s form, searching for the last few bullets and thorns.

- Bloodhound learns the ins and outs of this simulacrum, having partially disassembled him to remove a splintering branch. Learns that he can feel, not just pain, but also tenderness. They learn that the feather light touches and gentle pressure earn sounds akin to purring, those burning yellow optics flickering and dimming. Revenant doesn’t sleep, but he can remember the comfort of soft sheets and a warm bed, a safe place to dream when he finally accept the embrace of his rival.

- Revenant learns that same tenderness. Hands crafted to be efficient blades can sooth the cuts they dealt. The cool, blunt, metal finger pads learn the pressure that eases bruises. His prize for winning today is the honor of cradling Bloodhound rather than the reversal. He doesn’t know when it became a prize, but victory was no longer as simple as the rush of pride when Bloodhound landed in a bloodied, exhausted heap. Victory was the sweet reward of seeing the other so vulnerable and trusting. Trust the other not to finish them off in a secluded place. Trusting the not to leave them to fend for themselves. They knew the weakest points of each other, how to take apart and put back together one another.

- Revenant learns what’s under that mask- the goggles too. Bloodhound finds every latch and groove in the metal of Revenant’s form. They know each other’s skin better than their own. It’s only a matter of time before they’ve memorized one another inside and out. The hunt, the chase, the battle, the recovery; they become a courting ritual. Proving that they’re worthy of one another, with violence and tenderness, with warm blood and cold metal.

#apex legends #revenant apex legends #revenant #implied violence #revenant headcanons #canon typical violence #apex revenant #apex legends bloodhound #Revhound #revenant x bloodhound

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Im so normal about this man I swear

vampire spawn!tav x astarion

rated: m (just to be safe tbh)

mostly this all inspired by dnd vampire spawn character sheets and vtm vampire stuff

It is rare but not unheard of for the hunger, the cost of eternity binding all vampires, turns some into feral beasts. Some become mindless-- Most become mindless thralls used like cannon fodder-- But some embrace it. When the hunger becomes too much, when you are near the brink of death, when threatened into a corner: the beast comes out. A roaring lion lurking in the shadows with claws out and teeth bared, he has to admit that part of you had unnerved him. Feral beasts are not so easily controlled, especially when he was not the one who turned you.

But he found a way to slip a collar on you.

When the beast becomes too much when you slaughtered the goblins in the Blighted Village. Climbing on walls, claws ripping into foul flesh, when fangs are used to only tear apart throats. You were in a dazy, the state of in-between sanity and hunger-driven insanity.

He brought you back, with that charming smile and sweet poisonous voice-- You fear he has you ensnared as your master has. He was-- is-- Handsome and you easily fell for the gentleman who showed interest in you. Small village, a person who wanted to fly out of the nest, and a fancy-dressed man who promised to show the world if you trusted him. You trusted him like you trust the vampire who smiles like an actor performing in the show of his life. Maybe, no, he is doing just that.

Back at camp, you praise the Gods no one saw you. You had bathed, skin still raw from the scrubbing and smell of citrus from the bath oil you crafted. The armor is a mess for the blood but that is not unusual. You pray the blood either dries and flakes off or is washed off by the rain at some point. Returning to camp in your campsite clothes with the white-haired rogue who plays it off as ‘friendly chat’ does not make you happy. The only friend of sorts is Shadowheart. Maybe because you respected her beliefs and she respected you in return, who knows, you just know you need to seek her out. A follower of Shar is comforting when she talks about the teachings of loss… To let go.

Darkness and loss go hand in hand.

There is a nudge in your mind, a soft nudge as you smile and brush off the worry in Wyll’s voice.

You know his touch in your mind, the way it brushes against you like the way the hands of a lover subtlety hint for the other to find them later.

Only he is not your lover and if you were mean-spirited, you would call him your blood donor.

Instead, you are grateful to him and you let him slip into your mind. A whisper, a hit of concern, and an excuse for you to make later.

Later comes too soon.

“I don’t know. It sometimes just happens.” He is not happy, he thinks you are trying to starve yourself because of guilt. “I was one moment walking and then…”

You show him, bare yourself for judgment. When you go back to kick your feet slowly in the river with the kindred beside you carefully sitting close but not too close to the river to get wet. When the memory shared ends with seeing him holding your face he sighs.

“I am no teacher,” Throwing his hands in the air, “Honestly, most would be rampaging and be killed by a hunter.” You frown upon hearing those words. When will you go too far? When will Wyll have to turn his blade to you? “There has to be--”

“I’m scared.”

Those red eyes fall to you, slightly wide open not expecting you to outright say something so vulnerable. The silence that follows is one from shock, Astarion lying on the ground staring up at the night sky with too many stars for his liking. His hand folded over his stomach.

“We will figure this out.” He needs you on his side, better to be in pairs than in a pack against him, or you because they will not just stop at you. “Trust me.” Being kind is odd and you laugh so softly the sound of the river nearly drowns it out. Turning your head in his direction next to you, a pat of your hand on his hand.

“Of course, as far as you want.”

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[sivyera]

Types of love with HTTYD characters

ft. hiccup, eret, grimmel, snotlout, astrid, tuffnut, ruffnut

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff, maybe little angst in Snoutlout part, but there is comfort right after the little angst

SONG: -

A/N: You guys loved my post with Arcane characters so I did something similar but with httyd characters. I put different song to each character. Tell me in comments who is your favourite character from httyd if he's not here.

Hiccup - soulmates

Hiccup was the first who realized that you are his soulmate. One day he had argument with his father and you listened and comforted him. And after a while you both realize there is no one better for you than the other. When you two started dating, Hiccup never wanted to leave your side. He was very lonely (before he had you) and now he has someone like you, don't blame him. He loves looking for new islands with you.

You complete each other and Hiccup never thought he's gonna find his soulmate. But he did! You always knew how to comfort him and what to say to him when he had doubts about himself. You also make such a great team and when you are together you are unstoppable. And Hiccup won't hesitate for a second to protect you. He protects you with his life.

Home - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Eret - you fell first but he fell harder

Eret know that many girls like him and it boost his ego up. But his pride is in his muscles, you know how strong he is and he is the best dragon hunter (his words, not mine) So when you start liking him he wasn't surprised, like who doesn't like him. So he didn't pay much attention to it. One day Ruffnut and Tuffnut were arguing about something stupid and Ruffnut acidently pull Barfs horns to hard so that made their tail pushed Eret off his dragon.

But you notice that and quickly catch Eret before he fell on the ground. He was very surprised because he wasn't a really good person (back then). After that he started talking to you more and get to know you. And he didn't know when it happened but he was in love. It was such a good feeling, odd but good. He promised himself that he's never gonna lose you and never hurt you.

Whatever It takes - Imagine Dragons

Grimmel - strangers to lovers

So Grimmel is one of the ruthless dragon hunters, do you think he have some time for love? No, but you catch his attention. You were like a shadow with one deathgripper. Which means you had to stole him from Grimmel and that you had to tame him somehow. He didn't even realized that one of his dragons is missing. You stole his dragon, tame him and turn him into a good puppy? How dare you?!

Grimmel find you really interesting and one time he catch you in his trap made especially for you. He had to admit you made him a better person. You are trying to teach him that he doesn't have to hurt dragon or force them to do something. It's hard and people don't change so quickly. But he's trying because he love you.

Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran feat. Bring Me The Horizon

Snotlout - when he is blind

You and Snoutlout were good friends but he never saw you more than a friend, at first. He had a crush on Astrid, then on Ruffnut so he was kinda busy. He took you for granted, even Hookfang noticed you like his rider, but Snoutlout have really big ego so he was really blind. And one day you just disappear. He didn't realize at first but he stars missing you more than he thought so he was trying to talk to you.

But ou ignored him. You knew he hates it, but it also made him think a lot. When he started thinking about all these adventures, embarrassing or funny moment with you, he finally realized. Hookfang bite him for realize it too late. He rush to you and kissed you the moment he saw you. You both talk about it and started dating. He is trying so hard to be a good boyfriend.

Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

Astrid - true love

Astrid and you never really talked, back then. Neither of you didn't know how to start talking to the other so you never really talk. But one time in a first fight with Grimmel, you pushed her away from deathgripper so he couldn't stab her. That surprised her, she was one of the best fighters. But she was grateful and now she have a topic to talk about with you so win win.

You both find each other very funny and just easy to talk with. You two were in love before one of you realize it. Astrid was the one who asked you out on a date and to be her lover. And she admitted that it was the best decision in her life. You both race together and winter always gets ten kissed from the one who lose. You both need adrenaline in your lives and you relationship is full of it.

I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry

Tuffnut - friends to lovers

You and Tuffnut were very funny together. You two are pranking everyone at Berk. Even each other. But who you prank the most was Ruffnut. And one time you and Ruffnut invented a prank on Tuffnut with secret crush. Tuffnut always wanted to know who is your crush so you decided to tell him. You met with Tuff and told him that your secret crush is Eret. And he was really pissed. He didn't say a word and just walk away from you.

Ruffnut told you that she knew about Tuffnut's crush on you and she wanted to prank him. You scolded her and went to Tuff. He was in his bed crying. You pat his head and apologise. After he calmed down he gets back into his energetic him and ask you all excited on a date. He is trying to make a good impression on you but he fails multiple times. But it's cute and he never fails to make you laugh.

I Love You Like An Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

Ruffnut - meant to be

Ruffnut don't have good experiences with love. She can fall in love very quickly and some people are using her. You were a good friend of her so you was always there when she need someone to listen. You always jokes around about that you and her just meant to be together because every man she fell in love with didn't want her or he break her heart.

She knew it was just stupid jokes but she starts falling in love with you. And she was little scared to tell you. But one time when you two were laughing together she said 'I love you' and you said it back which made her freeze. That was the best day in her life. She is trying to make a good impression on you but she didn't fail.

Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne

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[Flitting through the corners of the traffic camera’s grainy view, a man in a cowboy hat is seen hurrying through the shadows of LA. At one point, the man attempts to cross a seemingly barren street yet manages to narrowly avoid being hit by a car. Unshaken, he stops, speaks to the driver, and afterwards the driver points him in the opposite direction as he continues to explain something to him. Afterwards, the cowboy breaks away from the driver, bounding through the shadows, a left here, a few honks there, three blocks straight – almost runs into a street vendor here, a right and finally… he slows down, but still clutching his chest. He approaches a cafe and is wreathed by its warm tide of light.]

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[Footsteps with the gentle click of spurs, followed by panting. Then, a doorbell chimes happily, gentle murmur crowds a corner, footsteps muffled by a rug for brief second.]

Bennett, A. : Oh, thank god, you’re here. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come. Do you want to get something before we get into it? I was gonna get a coffee.

Keller, D. : Sorry, Arthur, I got a little lost on the way here. [Rustling of fabric, continues speaking over it.] I'm not much of a coffee drinker myself, is there something else you'd recommend?

Bennett, A. : Hm, I could see you enjoying some chai. You don't have to, though, I know you've got some… Dietary restrictions. [A pause.] I'm sorry, Deacon. This whole small talk thing is pretty new to me.

Keller, D. : [Short chuckle.] Don't we all? A cup of chai sounds wonderful, Arthur.

[Footsteps joined together.]

Keller, D. : Don't worry about the small talk either, friend. We've got enough big stuff to talk about tonight that we should get started, eh?

Bennett, A. : Can we wait… A bit for that kind of talk? [More footsteps, fabric rustles.] (Gently, but closer to phone’s general location.) Remember, I'm the one paying here.

Keller, D. : Of course we can wait, Arthur. I've got all night. [Footsteps.] As for who's paying… I suppose we'll have to see.

[Chair screeches against the floor, creaks. The gentle tide of conversation across the cafe is all that accompanies us. Break in conversation lasts exactly 17 minutes, 46 seconds, and 3 milliseconds.]

Bennett, A. : [Some footsteps, followed by the clinking sounds of cups on a table and another chair hauled out.] (Playfully) We will not 'have to see'. [A sigh.] So, where do we start?

Keller, D. : [A long sigh.] I'll admit, it's been quite a while since I've had a human drink - erm, besides alcohol. [Clink of a cup, pause.] Why don't we start with the vampire hunter you keep on a leash, huh?

Bennett, A. : He's a valuable asset. I'm sure you can understand that. I don't see what the issue is here, and even less why you keep insisting on destroying every plan I've ever had and putting every person I've cared about in danger. [A pause.] (Softly) You're included in that, for what that's worth. [Another pause.] Vampire hunters all around the nations are connected to Magnus, in one way or another. Cut one of the hydra’s heads, and two’ll bite, you know how organized crime goes. Killing Magnus wouldn't solve anything. Keeping him alive is what gets me the information that keeps us alive.

Keller, D. : I can understand keeping him close for intel. And I guess I can even understand going to his house for glasses of wine, sure. (Growing with conviction) What you need to understand is that bastard had a deliberate hand in the deaths of kindred I cared about. As for destroying your plans, how the hell am I supposed to know anything? It's not like you have told me anything about what you're trying to do. I'm in the dark here, Arthur. So forgive me for ‘endangering everything you care for’ or whatever. [Shuffling of mug against wooden table.]

Bennett, A. : What you need to understand is that the intel I got from Magnus is what saved the lives of some kindreds stuck in that building. Shiloh would be dead without what I've been doing here, and you too, probably. What happened at Crépuscule would have happened regardless of his presence, the only difference is, I got to save some people. [A pause.] And I'm sorry I assumed you were smart enough to understand I, a vampire, wasn't hanging out with a vampire hunter for 'fun'.

Keller, D. : And how was it supposed to look, Arthur? [Tightening of leather glove around porcelain] Get off your god-damned high horse for a second and look at this from my perspective. You had intel that Crépuscule was gonna go up, and what? Instead of - I don't know - warning the kindreds there about the attack, you sat down, had a glass of whiskey and fucked around? And don't make some excuse about not having enough influence to speak, Emizel climbed the fucking rafters with a microphone to talk shit.

Bennett, A. : You're right, I knew. I tried warning some people, but I should have tried harder. Some vampires make it seem so goddamn hard to act even somewhat amiable. [A pause.] (Raising in intensity, but not volume.) But you're right. I don't know why I didn't try harder, or why I still can't bring myself to care about the people that died. Maybe it's because all of them were awful to me, maybe it's 'cause I'm a monster, maybe it's 'cause I still can't bring myself to believe that there's any unlife worth living. [Shuddering breath.] Still, it doesn't change the fact Magnus is more useful to us alive than dead, and that going after him, whether you manage to kill him or not, essentially equates suicide, and worse, a fucking war. [A pause.] All the cards are on the table now, Deacon. What's your verdict?

[Long period of silence settles over them, punctuated by the simple rhythm of a boot tapping the floor and the piercing clicks of its spur.]

Keller, D. : How can you be so human, yet so glaringly not simultaneously? One second you preach about protecting ones you care about, but the very next, you're stone-hearted about every single kindred around you that you sign away the lives - the unlives - of. Regardless of what you think about the ways we are forced to live, you have no say in how others live it. And you sure as hell have no say in who dies. [A pause, a breath.] I don't give a rat's ass about killing your vampire hunter pet any more, to hell with him. What I care about is the oath I made to the Crown and the Ventrue clan to protect our kindred, and to uphold the Masquerade. I failed to protect anyone that day, hell, I almost met The Final Death myself. [A pause.] Maybe you don't feel the same, but this unlife was a miracle for me. It gave me a… A second chance. [Grinding of a chair against a plywood floor, the clamber of boots.] Whatever curse you see it as, you need to start looking for the blessings, Arthur, or the Final Death is going to come a hell of a lot sooner. And no matter how well you prepare, it's not gonna be the freedom you think it is.

[Footsteps followed by the snap of spurs, first on wood, then on rug, and, accompanied by the merry chime of a bell, finally on concrete.]

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Chasing Shadows

As of Chapter 397 of Hunter x Hunter, I'm no longer certain the Phantom Troupe is responsible for the Kurta massacre. In this post, I’ll explain why I hold this belief, who I think might be responsible, and why Kurapika’s revenge mission may be even more misguided than we thought.

Asking the Question

As I touched on in my analysis of Chapter 393, it’s a common writing tactic to have characters ask questions the readers should be asking themselves. Togashi employs this strategy frequently. On the Black Whale, Hisoka has been asked three times about his identity, but he has never definitively answered.

In a similar vein, the Troupe has been asked twice about whether they were responsible for the Kurta clan massacre.

Chapter 81:

Chapter 116:

In both cases, the Troupe gave a non-response. In fact, it’s Kurapika who repeatedly assigns blame to the Troupe, and he’s not exactly the most reliable source.

Uvogin does claim to remember something resembling the Kurta massacre, but it’s possible this was an act.

He refers to the event in only vague terms, using the knowledge that Kurapika has already provided him. As for the details he does provide, they are dubious at best. Uvo claims the Kurta were "pretty powerful", and while that may be true, it doesn't really add up. He also says Chrollo took “quite a liking” to the Scarlet Eyes which is just... weird. It suggests a shallow, materialist view that Chrollo has never expressed.

In Chapters 397, it’s revealed that the Troupe planned to garner a nasty reputation in order to protect Meteor City. 

This is all wrapped up in an allegory about acting. The Troupe want to “play the role of villains”, especially Uvogin.

It’s even in the name: Phantom Troupe. As in not real, fake, an illusion. I’m not saying the Troupe are completely free of wrongdoing, but it would have been in their interest to claim credit for the massacre (even if they didn’t actually do it).

On that note, it’s very possible Uvo was fibbing to Kurapika during their fight—playing the villain to antagonize him.

Sheila ‘the Good’

At first glance, Kurapika’s backstory chapters seem to unmistakably peg the Phantom Troupe as the culprit. Sheila’s actions are especially suspicious, as she seems to reinjure herself several times, suggesting she is faking her injury.

Not to mention, at the end of the chapter, the traveler who discovers the massacre is said to be a woman. 

All of this is meant to lead the reader to the conclusion that the Phantom Troupe committed the atrocity with the help of Sheila.

However, Chapters 395-397 paint a very different picture of Sheila. We learn that Sheila actually has a tendency to injure herself while walking, and this could very well explain her behavior in Kurapika’s Memories.

Her right leg is perennially in a cast because she keeps re-injuring it.

We also learn that Sheila was the closest to the Sarasa, whose death catalyzed the Troupe’s descent into villainy.

Sheila says, ‘we’re a package.’ Then she trips again.

Hyping up her friend.

Sheila is the first to offer Chrollo help in searching for Sarasa, and she is close enough to be acquainted with her nannies.

After Sarasa’s death, Chrollo plans to play the villain, enacting revenge on her killers and protecting Meteor City. Sheila disapproves of Chrollo’s plan, and she leaves Meteor City with a dejected expression.

Chrollo himself admits that Sarasa would not condone their plan, and it’s likely that, given how close they were, Sheila objects for the same reasons.

Replace Sarasa with Pairo here. Kurapika and Chrollo are very similar...

In general, flashback Sheila is shown to be a very kind, sympathetic character. It’s possible she gave D Hunter to Kurapika and Pairo out of generosity, which is impressive considering her attachment to the book and her lack of personal belongings.

The official translation for the top-right panel “I don’t really have much. In return, let’s see...”

The Manner of the Massacre

Whether or not Sheila was involved, there is still a major piece of evidence connecting the Troupe to the massacre. The second half of the Law of Retribution, a saying associated with Meteor City, is left behind at the scene. However, if we look at the manner of the massacre, it more closely resembles the work of the mafia. Consider the similarities between the genocide of the Kurta and the murder of Sarasa.

Decapitation, mutilation, a note left at the crime scene.

Decapitation, mutilation, a note left at the crime scene.

Additionally, Chrollo describes Sarasa’s murder as a “show” put on by the perpetrators.

When you think about it, this is very similar to how the Kurta massacre is described, not to mention Pairo’s beheading paralleling Sarasa’s.

Was the Kurta massacre a “show” as well? It’s possible the mafia’s intention was to frame the Troupe, but the message may also have been left behind as a statement. It’s not out of character for the mafia to respond to transgressions in this way. 

The Troupe can “take away” Meteor City as a source for trafficking, but Sarasa’s killers can simply take their dealings elsewhere. It’s a twisted interpretation of the Law of Retribution—taking it and spitting it back at the Troupe.

A Synthesis of the Arts

Whoever orchestrated the Kurta massacre wanted the Scarlet Eyes and decided to behead the villagers. While the Scarlet Eyes would be valuable to anyone involved in the Black Market, the showmanship of the massacre and the use of decapitation fits more closely with a certain Kakin prince.

The theory that Tserriednich has Pairo’s head begins to make a lot of sense. He didn’t buy it on the black market... he’s the original owner! It also explains why he has the Scarlet Eyes. He owns quite a few of them but may have sold the others.

I believe the mafia group responsible for Sarasa’s death and the murder of the Kurta, in this case, is the Hei-Ly. Not Morena’s Hei-Ly, but the Hei-Ly she overthrew prior to boarding the Black Whale. Everything surrounding Sarasa’s murder and the Kurta massacre fits Tserriednich’s profile. 

In Chapter 397, Chrollo concludes that Sarasa’s killers recorded her death and will disperse them on the newly developing dark web.

In Chapter 343, we learn that Tserriednich was identified as the eyes’ owner because he posted a video of them on the dark web.

It especially makes sense that Tserriednich would be interested in putting the disembodied Kurta on display, given his nature.

Finally, Tserriednich’s tattoo artist, a former Hei-Ly member, is complicit in Tserriednich’s hobby.

If the pre-coup Hei-Ly was responsible for both incidents, it adds an interesting layer to the conflict on the lower decks of the Black Whale and the conflict between Kurapika and Chrollo.

Note: In Yorknew, Feitan and Paku are very vague about it, but at least seem aware the massacre occured. Chrollo reasons Kurapika has come for the eyes and revenge, presumably against the Troupe. Chrollo's reasoning definitely makes it seem like they are at least aware they could be perceived as responsible.

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[ceruleancattail]

A person standing on the very edge of the known, and the unknown. What was that they always say?

“Stare into the abyss long enough, and it’ll stare back at you.”

You snort. Humans have always been fascinated with the macabre. We’ve long feared those who walk in shadow, yet part of us still remains curious. Wondering about those figures, living under the cover of darkness.

It’s this desire that contributed to the rise of the occult. Of novel after novel of dark, seductive romances and gory horror flicks that never get old. Honestly? Those things amuse you.

The places imagination can take you.

Although you must admit, the real thing’s normally scarier.

A squeak, hinges coughing up clouds of crimson and sepia. The metallic stench of dust stung, a thousand needles into every crevice of your nostrils. You let yourself in.

A dingy bookshop that looked as if it was on its last legs. Papers of varying shades of yellow strewn across every surface. Shelves lean to the sides, overloaded with books of every kind. You run a finger across those leather bound spines, watching it rise and fall with the books.

A thin layer of dust coated your fingertip, staining it a light grey. A paw reaches out, batting at your hand. Grim’s body rubbed against your neck, his limbs hanging off your shoulders.

Much like having a scarf freshly ironed draped around your shoulders. A comfort in those cold, freezing nights. Wrinkling up his nose, Grim shoots out sneeze after sneeze, a rapid fire machine gun.

A husky laugh broke out from the back of the store, delighted by the show. A smile slips onto your lips, as you make your way to the counter.

Where a man’s legs were thrown up on the wooden surface, clad in well-worn sneakers. His eyes twinkled with amusement, as if the world and him had a little private joke going on. Ebony hair was tugged back and folded with a huge clip, split ends spilling from the top of his head.

He gestures vaguely at both of you, grinning away.

“A cat and a hunter come into a bookstore… this sounds like the start of a bad joke.”

Grim groans, before leaping off your shoulder. He comes to a less-than-ideal landing onto the counter, venting his frustration by taking a swipe at the man’s legs.

“You’re the joke here, old man!”

A yelp, before he lowers his legs. Opting instead to clasp his hands. Elbows leaning onto the table, he leans forward, beaming.

“So what will you have, from Lil’ old Wei Jie? We have almost every kind of book in stock, ranging from the most informative encyclopaedias to the spiciest romantic novels that would leave even the most experienced of us breathless !”

Wei Jie finishes this statement off with a little flourish, gesturing wildly to the bookshelves. You had to stifle a laugh at that statement.

“Nothing of that sort, Wei Jie. I’m looking for something more… rare, if you catch my drift.”

Casting a furtive glance behind you, you lean closer to him.

“Have there been any sightings around the area recently?”

Humming to himself, Wei Jie cast his gaze onto the monitor next to him. A laptop, the glow of its screen casting his face a ghostly blue. With fingers flying across the keyboard, he jabs some words into the search bar.

A map is pulled up, with certain parts highlighted in red. He drags his fingers across the screen, pointing at the red dots blinking.

“You’ll think that we could never catch a break. There’s been paranormal activity here, here and… here.”

Bringing up an image, he winces. A wall mangled beyond belief. Huge, gasping marks were scratched into the wall, plaster scattered on the ground.

“Claw marks..” you mutter to yourself, leaning a little closer. An attempt for a beast to mark its territory? Or the wreckage of a fight’s aftermath.

Either way, it looked interesting.

A light chuckle, before Wei Jie nudges your arm gently.

“Guess I can leave this one to you, huh?”

#mystic #mystic au #Wei Jie #Liu Wei Jie #my man’s your local informant #he’s playing matchmaker honestly…./j