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wolfiesmoon · 5 months

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Ice skate date?

TWST x gn!reader

characters featured: riddle, azul, ruggie

since i am obsessed with the concept of teaching (almost) grown men how to skate, i return with brainrot (twst edition)

but then again i have a feeling that a lot of the characters have no idea how to ice skate (due to various reasons I'll get into here) . if there happen to be any events or lore where the characters actually know how to ice skate consider this to be a fun little au where they dont

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Riddle Rosehearts

There's no time for useless things when you want to achieve perfection.

That's what Riddle's mom told him when he expressed interest in anything but studying. She had every minute detail planned out and a "useless hobby" would not fit in.

Therefore, Riddle never learned how to ice skate. You can imagine he has his reservations about going to the rink with you.

After a bit of convincing and lots of reassuring him that you won't laugh under any circumstance, he begrudgingly agreed to go.

As soon as he stepped on the ice, he felt unsafe, like he might fall over at any moment but you quickly held out your arm for him to hang onto.

"Thanks." He looked a little startled which almost made you laugh but you shouldn't break a promise.

His grip on your arm tightened as he attempted to glide across the ice beside you. Seems he's really afraid of falling.

"Relax, you'll pull my arm off if you squeeze it that hard." You reminded him gently. You have a feeling you understand why he's so determined to not fall even once and avoiding the stares of curious children.

His grip on your arm loosened but that made him stumble on the ice and almost fall over and he immediately gripped you again. At this point you're worried you'll lose circulation.

"Riddle, it's fine if you fall. You shouldn't worry too much." You smiled, remembering how you used to fall a lot back when you were first learning to ice skate.

"Even I still fall on the ice a lot. This is nothing like a magic history exam, you don't need to be perfect. There's no way to be completely perfect here, anyways."

"I know that. Do not patronize me." Riddle huffed, leaning onto you more and attempting to slide on the ice properly.

"I was not." You wondered if you were too vague with your advice. Did he even get what you meant to say?

Actually, now that you take another look at him, he looks more relaxed and at ease. "Riddle, you idiot. You don't have to act so modest when you're glad I understand you." You thought to yourself, looking lovingly at his determined face.

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Azul Ashengrotto

Honestly, where would he learn to ice skate under the sea? He never even used legs until his teenage years, so ice skating was completely out of the question until now.

That being said, he felt less than confident stepping on the ice.

It was still water, but he didn't like it in this solid form. It was much too slippery and unpredictable for his liking.

"Come here! You can do it! Come on!" You were standing around 5 metres to his right, beckoning him to come over as if he's a toddler who's just learning how to properly walk.

"Drop the babytalking, please." he was definitely not amused which only made you giggle harder.

"Oh, but I was so benevolent as to help you learn how to ice skate. What a shame that my help is so unnapreciated." you did your best Azul impression.

"Wow. I would compliment your acting skills if this wasn't completely innacurate and used to make fun of me." despite that, he managed to somehow make his way to your side, stumbling a few times.

You smiled cheekily, pointing at the edge. "Hold onto that. And onto me too, if you want." He did as you insctructed, looking a little nervous and unsure.

A little kid passed by the two of you, staring curiously at Azul. It must be a little weird to see someone so old just learning how to ice skate for the first time. You anticipated the little children staring.

You could feel him squeeze your arm slightly tighter at that and he seemed to be looking outside the ice rink, avoiding your eyes.

You gently took his hand.

"It's fine. Don't think about it too hard."

You felt him stiffen for a moment.

"You're honestly pretty scary sometimes, you know that?" you had no idea in what sense he meant that since he still didn't look your way. But you have a feeling his cheeks are pink right now.

Doesn't matter either way since he squeezed your hand lovingly.

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Ruggie Bucchi

"Aw man, I just can't get this right." You helped Ruggie up for what felt like the hundreth time. He had free time this weekend so you suggested ice skating, to which he immediately told to he doesn't know how to.

Thinking back on it, it makes complete sense that he wouldn't know how to ice skate. The Sunset Savanna is a very warm nation so snow doesn't fall there and Ruggie didn't exactly grow up in the best living conditions either so he wouldn't have been able to afford a trip to a colder nation anyways.

"You'll get it soon enough." He didn't seem dejected at all even after all the failed attempts to keep up with you, which was nice to see.

"I hope I do, or Leona will get mad at me for being late to tuck him in."

"I still can't get over how ridiculous that is. Tuck him in? What is he, a toddler?" You sighed, catching him when he stumbled over and he thanked you cheekily.

"King's orders, what can ya do." He shrugged. He thinks he's almost got the hang of it now. That's a good thing. Very very good.

"Why are you so determined to learn by today? You know we can always come back some other time." you held his hand, helping him keep balance.

"Isn't it obvious? It's cuz I wanna go on an ice skating date with you. A proper one!" he grinned widely at you, feeling proud of himself.

"Okay, you romantic." you rolled your eyes playfully. The closest you'll get to an "ice skating date" is a beginner skating class for teenagers. Atleast in this short time frame.

But you have to admit, the way he said it with so much determination was downright adorable and almost made you want to cover the rental ice skate fee. Almost.

He'll probably conjure up some insane scheme to avoid paying for them anyways. Which makes you worry about getting in trouble with not just the school, but also the law.

You should probably hold him back this time, huh.

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guardkeywolf · 1 year

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Cod boys meeting male reader who has freckles 🥺

Like he has freckles all over his face and on his body and he's so fucking pretty and the boys already loving him for his somewhat bubbly personality 😭

You can add other things if ya want <333

Have a wonderful day :D

The 141's Prettiest Boy

I AM SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG @gamersansblog !!!

Please forgive me...

This did take me a while to really think about so I do hope you enjoy it!

Y/n was fucking stunning to look at anytime he was around.

The 141 truly couldn't even keep their eyes off him whenever they saw him walk past either...

He was just... mesmerizing.

The way his short (h/c) curls bounced as he walked, the soft tune he hummed to himself as he typed up his paperwork, and of course, his cute little freckles that sprinkle his adorable face. Every damn thing this man did was heavenly when in the presence of the 141.

And hell, to be graced with this man's presence was surely a gift from God if anything.

Sometimes most of the 141 wondered how a man so pure like Y/n even managed to get involved with the military.

They always hesitated to even let the him go on missions due to the fear of losing him at times.

But Y/n, of course always reassured them by using his charm and making all their fears go away.

Well, sometimes...but they were still cautious.

As far as the 141 was concerned, if anyone dare hurt Y/n, they would pay dearly...and if they were lucky, Ghost would be the last to get knowledge of it before the he went on a manhunt for whoever hurt his precious Y/n.

Ghost wasn't the only one though, Price would become more scary then before when it came to Y/n's care as well.

Both men would join together and go on a hunting spree if they made him cry or feel any ounce of pain.

While Y/n did love watching his boys protect him, he still manged to hold his own in a fight just as much as the others.

It would be that Oh so lovely charm and beauty he had that would lead to any enemies demise when they came in contact with the bubbly personality that was Y/n.

That cute little smile was the very deception that held sometimes nothing but hatred for the enemy when he slashed them down with no mercy.

When on missions, the man would wear a vibrant (color name) flower (you can pick the type of flower) he had sat tucked behind his left ear while still wearing that benevolent smile of his. Soap and Gaz swore it practically made him glow even brighter than before and Y/n laughed at the comment contentedly.

Ghost even went as far to say the could probably use it as a tactic in the field. Y/n as their own personal human flashbang, the other men laughed.

Y/n enjoyed seeing them like this when he could.

If anything, the 141 was Y/n's sun that would always be a pick me up for him, especially being in this job. But for what it's worth, he wouldn't trade what he had with his boys for the world.

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princessprettyprivilege · 2 years

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🚨 Do NOT Practice on Low Standard Men 🚨

Dear Princess,

Refrain from using high standard woman mannerisms on low standard men. These men think they can get something for nothing, and they will attempt to take advantage of you if they see you as naive due to your age, job nature or personality.

What you practice on one type of person won’t always apply on the next.

I cannot count how many times I’ve had men try to manipulate me out of what I deserve and guilt trip me for “growing up to be a gold digger.” This goes for other ladies working dusty jobs!

🚨🚨 Please, please don’t allow anyone to negotiate your worth because you’re afraid of hurting everyone else’s feelings except yours! Also, catch yourself if you feel you’re being lead into a dangerous situation! Those mistakes can be fatal!🚨🚨

Let “life lessons” you hear from dusty men go in one ear and out the other. I’ve heard countless stories about “the gold digger” and “the poor man” having his heart broken because she’s soo relentless in taking half of his cardboard box and $5. When they do this, they’re attempting to condition you to go for men like them because they’re smarter than the rich man who’d allow himself to be swindled by a money hungry woman. Those stories are so generic!

Do not sympathize with low standards. If you hear a sentence that begins with “well,” or a sad story, you know your energy will be on a rollercoaster. For ladies that have customer service or retail jobs that cater to people with low standards, any story you hear is a learning lesson on what you don’t want and will never have.

Simply, low standard men aren’t the bullseye I want to hit.

Also, don’t argue over standards online or in person!!

Do not be swayed by money being dangled on a fishing rod. On one hand, someone may be offering you money benevolently while on the other it’s construed as you’ll do anything for money. You ARE NOT desperate for a $20 bill, even $100. Low quality men aren’t your friends, mentor or target.

Do put your self esteem into question. Ask yourself if your self esteem makes you feel if the only things you deserve is $20 and to be a poor man’s fantasy.

Do not seek out compliments. Compliments are not currency. If I hear how nice I look from a low standard person, I am doing something very wrong. I can inflate my ego myself!

Do receive compliments sparingly. Considering your age, compliments can be very flattering and as a result used as a means of control.

Coming out Saturday is “Dressing Like the Paparazzi is Following You,” for ladies who feel their looks of the day aren’t up to par for what they deserve!

Luxury is a feeling!!

Be Luxury, Live Luxury!

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la-bruja · 10 months

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hello y’all! still insane and i have even more fics for you!

today i am serving you a twenty (20) course meal featuring Batman, Good Omens, Boku No Hero Academia, White Collar, and their crossovers!

thanks for checking out my fic recs!! <3

(if the formatting is ugly, know that i did this on the app)

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The attack never came. The Bat was gone.

Marcus glanced around, then up at the roof. He couldn’t see anything, but that meant very little in this business, so he decided to risk it. “You ever think, boss, that the kid might not wanna see you?”

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Sometimes, when he looses focus, he will wake up back in his bed in Gotham. Alfred is never surprised, to see him exiting a bedroom he never entered the previous night, and only invites him to stay for breakfast before he leaves again.

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»»———-Good Omens-———-««

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Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is.

»»———-Boku No Hero Academia-———-««

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and i'm nothing like you by @aloneintherain

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Kacchan's mom has got it going on Katsuki goes ramrod straight as the vocals start. Ears and Shitty Hair are grinning at him but Katsuki is too busy staring at the speaker in disbelief. He'd know that voice anywhere. Bakugou Katsuki listens to the hit new single 'Kacchan's Mom' by Feeling Green for the first time and he is not a fan.

»»———-Crossovers-———-««

emergency exit by @rae-tnub Batman x BNHA.

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 4k+ Words. Last Updated January ‘22. Bakugou Katsuki Centric. Post Sports Festival Arc.

The two thousand, three hundred and sixteenth offer gives him pause.

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He scans the details of the cover letter. It’s as generic and bland as the rest of them—still written in perfect Japanese, though—and it’s from Batman.

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mask131 · 2 years

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Magical summer: Loki

LOKI

Category: Norse mythology

Loki is without a doubt one of the most well-known gods of Norse mythology, and his popularity only kept rising with the return of Norse mythology in modern day’s media. Well “god” might be a bit of an exaggeration because in truth, Loki did not receive any kind of worship or cult, unlike other gods like Odin or Freyr. He was purely and entirely a mythological being, a legendary character part of art and folklore, but not of religion (in a similar way to Eris in Greek mythology for example). But even then, he was a very important character absolutely needed to understand mythology.

I) A few things to know about Loki

# Loki is mostly remembered as the “villain” of Norse mythology or the “evil guy”. The truth is more complex than that. Loki is the trickster figure of Norse mythology, a true “prince of lies”, “sorcerer of deceit”, “master of trickery” – he is the god of cunning and mischief. But when you take in consideration the entirety of the Norse myths, you realize that Loki actually knows (in the “in-universe” chronology) an evolution. Indeed, Loki actually started out as a helpful and maybe even benevolent entity – he was a great ally of the gods, loved by them all, who often helped them solving tricky situations, and who might have even been one of the three gods who created the world! He was also clearly the prankster of Norse gods, the divine clown so to speak – however we see that his pranks became over time more and more annoying, as well as distasteful. He even got the god’s ire due to sometimes actually causing himself trouble for the god community, or luring in their domain dreadful threats – though he always managed to solve the situation. Things became even more sour when Loki “jokes” became fully awful and a wicked, as it became clear that Loki had turned into a vile criminal, murderer and god of ruin, and prophecies revealed he would be a key part of the end of the world. This is when Loki became the main enemy of the gods, and the great villain of Norse mythology.

# Many say Loki was a god of magic, or a sorcerer-god. This is… a bit inexact. By our standards Loki is indeed a “magical god” because he has powers other gods lack – for example he can shapeshift and turn himself into anything, which is not an ability other gods usually have (unlike Greek gods, Norse gods are not natural shapeshifters). He is also said to be able to fly in the sky, due to owning a pair of magic flying shoes. But in truth, none of this is “magic” by Norse standard, as in he is no wizard or magician. These are simply his natural abilities – the Norse magic is called “seidr” and is something that needs to be taught and learned, it does not come naturally, and Loki makes it clear he is not one who masters this craft, unlike for example Freyja or Odin. In fact, beyond shapeshifting he cannot do much. Loki mostly relies on his tricks, his cunning, his ability to lie and scam people, in order to get what he wants or escape bad situations – he is not much of an offensive creature. He is harmful, certainly, but usually in an indirect way, he will be the kind of entity to manipulate others into doing his dirty deeds.

# Loki was renowned as “unmanly”. Ancient Norse people had a very clear concept when it came to genders and their distinction. Men had to be manly – it isn’t just a detail, it is a important part in one’s identity and way of life. An honorable, normal, dignified man has to be manly. To be unmanly (or to be “ergi” in Old Norse) was not something normal, it was something undignified, it was something shameful. The very concept of “argr” (unmanliness) was a negative one, and Loki was supposed to be the very incarnation of the “argr”. It was so serious that when a Norse man accused another of being in an “argr” it was considered a grave serious enough to require a duel to the death in order to regain one’s honor. To be “manly” you mostly had to be brave and courageous, to fight in an honorable, honest and direct way, and also to fit ideas of manliness such as, you know, having sex with women. Homosexuals and effeminate men were “ergi”, cowards and cheaters were “ergi”, magic-users were also “ergi” (because in the Norse mindset men, being naturally more physical and powerful than women, had to fight with their body and weapons, an honorable good old-fashioned fight ; witch and sorcery, aka “seidr” was only allowed for women because, due to their “physical inferiority” they needed to have other ways to fight. So a man using magic to fight was considered dishonorable, and “cheating” at life).

And Loki was all that. Loki was quite a weak god, as he was always defeated in physical battle and couldn’t do much beside shapeshifting, flying and lying. Loki was a coward because he kept escaping and fleeing from dangerous situations and used others to do his deeds or hide behind their name. Loki was a cheater, a liar and a betrayer. Loki was between the magic-user and the effeminate man as many times he shapeshifted into a woman for various purposes, including having sex and children with men. He was the very definition of the “un-man” of Norse mythology, the true opposite of what all Norse men’s ideal was.

# There is a common idea that Loki was associated with fire. While it became part of popular media and of modern day perception of him in Norse European countries, it might not actually have been the case in Ancient Norse mythology. Many pointed out that most of the legendary assimilations of Loki with fire seem to date from the time Nordic countries were Christianized. These late legends were what inspired many into seeing Loki as a god of fire, including Jacob Grimm who was certain Loki was a fire god. But in the original legends Loki’s only association was actually due to his hair color : he was called “fire-haired” but not because he had fire for hair, he was just red-haired. In fact, modern research points out that Loki seems to have been mostly associated with air originally, as he was a god with flying power, and folklore used his name for various air-related phenomena: for example, when the air shimmers or flutters due to heat or brutal changes in temperature, it is said to be Loki’s doing. “Loki sows oats today” or “Loki herds his goats today” are two expressions to designate this phenomenon.

II) Loki: from a helpful friend to a foolish trickster

# The idea that Loki might have been one of the three original “creator god” comes from the fact that he has a brotherly relationship with Odin (who was one of the first among the gods to exist) and that in several poems he appears as part of a trio alongside Odin and Hoenir. Now… Odin and Hoenir are brothers, and together they created the world at the beginning of time and all the races into it. But in the creation myths depicting them, there are three god-brothers making the world: Odin, Hoenir and Lodurr. Lodurr never appears outside of these creation myths, but given in many other legends Loki becomes the third part of the Odin/Hoenir trio, given that Odin and Loki consider and treat each other as brothers, and given Loki is sometimes nicknamed “Hoenir’s friend”… Well the theory is that Lodurr evolved into Loki, or that Lodurr is another name of Loki, which would imply that Loki is one of the three original gods who created the world alongside Odin.

But this idea only exists in the older texts and is not truly confirmed, it is just a theory. The most well-know, famous and widespread texts give Loki a very different background. He is Odin’s brother, yes, but actually “blood-brother”, aka an adoptive brother, considered and treated as one but not born from the same parents. It is commonly agreed that Loki is actually only half-god: his mother was a Norse goddess part of the clan of the Aesir (the Norse gods), but his father belonged to the race of jötnar (usually translated as “giants”, though the exact translation of the term means “devourers”, they are supernatural and ancient beings rivals and enemies to the gods, that embody primal, chaotic, destructive aspects of nature). As a result Loki is half-Aesir half-jötunn, half-god and half-giant/devourer, which means he is a child born of two opposite groups. But he ultimately was adopted and taken in by the Aesir: he became officially one of the Aesir, was taken as Odin’s blood-brother and everyone considered him a god. But his dual nature does explain the ambiguity and the strange relationship Loki has with the rest of the Norse gods. Plus it also explains his abilities at deceiving and shapeshifting, as the jötnar were naturally gifted with powers of metamorphosis and illusion-making.

# As I said before, in earlier legends Loki is actually quite loved by the other gods of Asgard, and of a great help. When Thor discovered his hammer had been stolen, he rushed to Loki because he was the only one he knew could help AND could keep his secret (as if the jötnar discovered the hammer was lost, they would attack the gods). Loki agreed to help, and he asked to borrow Freyja’s flying feather cloak to explore the world in search of the hammer (and Freyja gladly gave the cloak to Loki, clearly saying he could ask her anything, as a friend) [Later Loki was said to be able to fly on his own with a pair of magic shoes, but he visibly didn’t have them at the time of this myth]. Loki discovered that the hammer was stolen by a jötunn named Thrymr, who agreed to give it back in exchange of marrying Freyja, the most beautiful of the goddesses. Freyja refused and the gods, learning of the situation, were not ready to let this giant get away with it. Loki ended up concocting a cunning plan to get back the hammer: he said that Thor should disguise himself as Freyja (with a bride’s veil over his face), and that he should go to Thrymr, with Loki shapeshifted as his handmaiden, to do a mock-wedding, only for Thor to reveal his identity and kill the giants as soon as he got his hammer as a “wedding gift”. The plan worked perfectly and thus thanks to Loki’s help a great danger was avoided – but we see how Loki’s cunning also resulted in Thor having to humiliate himself by turning into a woman, shaving his beard, putting on a dress and makeup, etc… “unmanly”, remember?

# Another myth talks of how Thor and Loki ended up in the castle of a jötunn king named Utgard-Loki and forced into a competition to prove who of the gods or the giants were stronger. Interestingly, Loki and Thor are often paired up together, an unlikely duo of heroes up to all sorts of adventures – originally good friends visibly, but then turning into bitter enemies. At Utgard-Loki’s castle, Loki claimed he was one of the faster and bigger eaters of the realms, and Utgard-Loki set him in a competition against Logi, who turned out to be able to eat much more and faster than Loki. Later Utgard-Loki revealed all of his competition was rigged, a series of tricks and illusions, and that the “Logi” Loki fought against was just the embodiment of literal fire – and no one can “eat” as much or as fast as the burning, raging fire. This myth is VERY interesting because it presents three different characters that popular culture and later media would confuse together as one. You have Loki. You have Utgard-Loki (which means “Loki of the Outlands”) who is a full jötunn whose main powers are illusions : he can make himself look like an enormous giant, he can disguise Jörmungandr the world-size snake into a mere cat… And he uses all sorts of tricks to win over the gods (such as asking Thor to gulp down a drinking horn, but connecting it to the sea so that Thor would be unable to, or offering him to fight a little old lady, who turns out to be the very embodiment of old age disguised as a little old lady). This character, due to having the same name and a similar trickster-nature as Loki, got fused with the Aesir-Loki, resulting in many people thinking Loki is also a master of illusions. As for the third character, “Logi”, he is the embodiment of the all-devouring fire, and again due to confusion between Loki and fire (see above), the fact their name are similar, and how the two of them as the biggest and fastest eaters of their respective clans, they also got fused together.

# The texts are actually pretty clear on one point: Loki often brings up trouble to the gods, and while he often saves the gods from danger, he usually does so from a danger he HIMSELF caused or started. As the text says, he is a pleasant and handsome god, but with a capricious and cunning mind, always up to tricks and mischief. One legend perfectly illustrates that: the story of how Asgard, the domain of the gods, got its enormous and impenetrable fortifications. When the gods arrived in Asgard and settled there, a mysterious builder arrived and claimed he was the best builder of all the worlds. He offered to make the gods enormous, impenetrable fortifications to protect themselves, in exchange of Freyja, the Sun and the Moon. The gods wanted to refuse, but Loki encouraged them to accept and offered them a trick to cheat the builder out of his work: the gods declared he would only receive his payment if he finished the job by a certain deadline, with no other help than the one of his horse. Loki and the rest of the gods thought it was impossible to finish such an enormous job in such a short time, and that they would have half of their fortifications already made for free. But as it turns out, the builder worked much faster and more efficiently than the gods had planned: he had a supernatural strength, and so did his horse, and as the deadline approached the fortifications were almost entirely built. The gods turned on Loki and threatened to put him to death if he couldn’t solve the situation. Loki had noticed the mysterious builder relied heavily on his magical horse to do the job, so he turned into a mare and seduced the horse, leading him away from his master and making him abandon all work. The builder couldn’t manage to finish the job without his job, and turned out to be a “hrimthurs” in disguise (a frost-monster/frost-troll/frost-giant, a subtype or cousin race of the jötnar), that the gods promptly killed. Loki, under his mare shape, ended up becoming pregnant from the horse’s love, and later gave birth to Sleipnir, an eight-legged horse that became Odin’s official steed.

III) Loki: How he became the most hated person in the world

# Now, Loki’s good reputation and “ambivalent helper” status did not stand for long. Quickly he devolved into a vicious and wicked character. He quickly became known as “the Aesir’s calumniator”, as the “originator of deceit”, as the “disgrace of all gods and men”. Notably, one legend details one of his most distasteful and unpleasant jokes, that probably was what put him at odds with Thor. One day, for no particular reason outside of having a good laugh, Loki cut the beautiful golden hair of Sif, Thor’s wife. When Thor discovered his wife bald, he threatened Loki with great harm if he did not repair the damage he did, and so Loki promised to have the Sons of Ivaldi (the most talented smiths of all the dwarfs of Norse mythology) make a new set of golden hair for Sif. Loki went to the Sons and convinced them to make new hair for Sif, as well as much more magical and wonderful items for the gods (such as Odin’s magic spear and Freyr’s magic ship). Once he had these items, Loki boasted that the Sons of Ilvadi were the best of the dwarves and that no one could make better items than them – but his words were heard by a pair of dwarves, Brokkr and Eitri, who took the challenge and made a bet with Loki: they will create items even better and more beautiful and powerful than those of the Sons. If they fail, Loki will get the items and his boasting will be true; but if they succeed, the dwarfs will win the bet… and cut Loki’s head off, as a punishment. The gods agree at this competition and Loki, who wants to keep his head on, tries to sabotage the brothers’ work by turning into a gadfly and stinging the dwarves several times during their work. However he couldn’t actually succeed in making them fail: they made a beautiful golden boar, a magical ring, and Thor’s iconic hammer. The gods deemed the dwarves winners of the contest, and so they promptly prepared themselves to chop Loki’s head off – but Loki got away with it by invoking the fact they could not damage his neck, due to it not being included in the bet’s condition. They had to take his head off without touching the neck, which was impossible. However, in compensation the dwarves were allowed to sew Loki’s lips, so that he could not brag or insult ever again, “until the thread came out”. Of course Loki ended up with his lips unsealed at some point – but this legend is why many depictions of him have him with lips covered in scars. Again, we see here the ambivalence of Loki, who is represented as a harmful, insulting, humiliating entity, but whose schemes end up creating the most powerful and useful items the gods ever wielded and almost backfired in a self-destruction.

# Loki’s evil side also manifested in him becoming the “father of monsters”. We know that Loki had a wife among the Aesir, a goddess named Sigyn with which he had a child. But he also had an extra-marital affair with a female jötunn named Angrboda (a name which basically means “trouble-bringer/trouble-maker”). And from this union, he birthed three of the most dangerous and dreadful creatures of all of Norse mythology: Fenrir, the giant wolf ; Jörmungandr the giant sanek, and Hel the future queen of the underworld and goddess of the dead. These three children were naturally harmful and destructive, and the gods saw they would bring great danger and trouble in the future, so they had to imprison them or isolate them in many ways – but they never forgot that Loki was the one who brought those horrors into the world. There is also a very… bizarre poem that lists the three times Loki gave birth to unusual creatures, and while it is not often used in mythological adaptation, it is worth mentioning as a very bizarre trivia: the poem says with the giantess Angrboda he gave birth to Fenrir (and Fenrir alone) ; that then under the shape of a mare he became pregnant and gave birth to Sleipnir… and then we come to the third time. According to the poem, Loki one day found a fire and in it there was the half-cooked heart of a woman. Loki took the roasted heart and ate it – this was however the heart of a very “wicked woman” and the heart, somehow managed to make Loki pregnant. And from this unusual pregnancy, Loki gave birth to “all the wicked women / all the ogresses / all the witches” in the world (the exact word is unclear, but it designates an evil female entity). This story never appears anywhere else and it stays a very obscure bit of Norse mythology.

# Everybody however can pinpoint the exact moment Loki became evil: it is when he willingly committed murder. Among the Aesir, there was a god named Baldr, who was the most beautiful, handsome, talented and beloved of all of the gods. Everybody adored him – all except Loki, who visibly couldn’t stand him. Baldr was renowned for his invulnerability, as his mother made every object, element, item and being in the world swear a solemn oath to not hurt him, and this invulnerability became a game as the gods of Asgard loved to throw weapons at him and see them bounce off Baldr. Loki searched long and hard in the world to find the only thing that did not swear the oath: the mistletoe, a plant too small for the mother-goddess to notice. Loki fashioned the mistletoe into a weapon and gave it to a blind god, brother of Baldr, encouraging him to play at the “throwing weapons” game. But when the mistletoe-weapon hit Baldr, it killed him on the spot, and while it was the blind god that had thrown the weapon, everybody knew it was in truth Loki’s work.

# Despit all that, the murder of Baldr isn’t what led Loki to be rejected by the gods, unlike what most people believe. In truth, what led him to be cast away from the Aesir clan, what led him to be tracked down, hunted and imprisoned by the other gods, was his “flyting”. A flyting was a traditional Norse context, an insult contest where the two participants had to exchange poetic insults. Well, as the gods had a great feast in the hall of a good friend of theirs, who had invited them, Loki behaved very badly – to the point of killing a servant of their host because he didn’t like how the gods kept flattering him and praising his service. The gods said to Loki he should leave after behaving so badly, but Loki did not let himself be cast away – and he began a flyting against ALL of the gods. In a long poem, he accused and insulted each and everyone of the Norse gods individually, either exaggerating truths into grotesque proportions or revealing hidden shameful secrets. The gods were so thoroughly insulted and shamed that they decided, this time, Loki wouldn’t get away with it. They chased him down, and Loki tried to escape them by turning into a salmon – but the gods caught him with a net, which, out of a great irony, was actually something Loki introduced to the gods as a fishing method.

# The punishment of Loki was terrible. He was tied in a cavern under the world, with a venomous snake above him dripping an acidic poison in his eyes. His only relief is when his wife Sigyn, which followed him in his punishment, holds a cup over his eyes to collect the venom – but eventually the cup fills up and she has to empty it, which leaves Loki’s eyes unprotected. And thus Loki screams and suffers forever for all eternity – and the earthquakes were believed to be his body thrashing in pain under the world. But Odin received a prophecy that claimed the day Loki will be free from his bonds will be the day Ragnärok, the Norse apocalypse, the Twilight of the Gods, will begin, and Loki will gather his monstrous children and together they will lead a war against the world that will destroy all the gods and all life…

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Another name of Loki, a second name that is often used in the texts, is "Lopt". The funny thing about Loki is that he is truly a unique figure in comparative mythology. If you do not know, there is an ensemble of mythology called the "Indo-European mythologies", because the myths of Europe (Greek, Norse, Celtic...) and of Hinduism all share a common ancestry, they all were once one unique mythology that then spread out and got different geographical variations. As a result, this is why all the gods tend to look like each other: there is always a sea god somewhere, each of those mythology has a male thunder god, there is always a horny dawn goddess, there is always a trinity of female goddesses, there is always a group of chaotic primitive forces of nature opposed to the gods, etc... All the gods and goddesses are cousins or ancestors to each other. But Loki? He is unique to Norse mythology. We do not find any equivalent of him in any other mythology. He doesn't come from the Indo-European ancestry like the other gods, he just exists in Norse mythology and nowhere else. Which makes him even more mysterious and fascinating. One recurring theory about the origin of Loki is that he originally was just an alternate name or alternate identity of Odin, an aspect of him that split him from the main god and eventually became his own thing. It is the "Odin's shadow" theory, that points out how similar the two gods are: both are death-bringer, both are gods with an "unmanly" aspect (Odin is a notorious magic user, and Loki in his flyting precisely accuses him of being unmanly due to being a wizard), both are intelligent and cunning deities that can use tricks and deception to obtain what they want, both are coupled with Thor in duos... But Loki is a negative double, a sort of evil twin of Odin, where Odin is seen in a much more honorable, benevolent and positive light.

#magical summer #loki #norse mythology #norse god

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dzthenerd490 · 3 months

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File: Rubber

SCP#: AFN

Code Name: Rubber the Hostile Tire

Object Class: Keter Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AFN is contained at Site-AA, within an 8x8 meter containment cell. Within the containment cell are several small and sometimes elaborate ramps to help entertain SCP-AFN. Because SCP-AFN's effects work only on organic material outside of its containment cell are four armed AFA-1 units. They are to be the sole escorts of SCP-AFN when taking it to the on-site testing center. Testing regarding SCP-AFN must be approved by at least one Level 3 Clearance Staff member and must ALWAYS be done remotely. As SCP-AFN has proven to be able to sense life through glass and thus can kill people through glass.

SCP-AFN has been neutralized after the containment breach of Site-AA on 2014.

Description: SCP-AFN is a sentient car tire that seems to be able to roll on its own. It can seemingly perceive and comprehend everything around it thus can avoid obstacles and move around without problem or worry. SCP-AFN does not need any form of substance, nor does it have any form of organic or anomalous material on it, it is merely a car tire that somehow came to life. SCP-AFN rolls and wanders everywhere it goes, only ever really craving entertainment and driven by curiosity over anything else. However, this is not to say that SCP-AFN is benevolent.

SCP-AFN has the ability to make any organic organism explode right in front of it. To do this, it seems to focus on the creature and release strange anomalous frequencies to perform this action. How any of this is even possible is unknown. What is known is that SCP-AFN has the sadistic desire to make every organism it comes across explode. It is able to push and pull inorganic material such as metals but thankfully does so with limited power and barely any effect. As such, the Foundation has rightfully used AFA units to contain the anomaly.

SCP-AFN was discovered in 2010 when the Foundation noticed anomalous wavelengths detected in the [data expunged] desert. When Foundation staff arrived, they strangely found a group of people watching SCP-AFN and several people explaining that watching SCP-AFN was a film including a sheriff of the local small town. After several miscommunications and misunderstanding Foundation agents just decided to watch SCP-AFN with the "audience" allowing them to see SCP-AFN's anomalous properties.

The agents quickly contacted the Foundation to call in AFA-1's to contain SCP-AFN while the agents tried to shut down the "show". The "audience" were all given a bus to be taken to their homes and the men in charge of the show were arrested and interrogated by the Foundation. However, before they could be taken to a nearby Foundation area for questioning, they all died due to their insides liquidizing into black ooze. An autopsy showed that their bodies were filled with this black ooze which was non-toxic, and their skeletons were covered in different barcodes.

It should be noted that randomized barcodes are a common calling card of Entity of Interest: The Distortion. The Distortion is an entity known as a modern Chaos God that serves as a Black King of the Group of Interest: Black Queen's Insurgency. Why the Distortion or the Black Queen would ever want to create something like SCP-AFN is unknown. More research is required.

Update 2014: During the containment breach at Site-AA, SCP-AFN escaped its containment cell and unfortunately made contact with SCP-AAP. This resulted in both anomalies being neutralized and the birth of SCP-[data expunged].

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fantasyinvader · 1 year

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It just kinda hit me that Mika’s story comes full circle at the end. First episode, he was sent out to die while his shitty commanders can retreat (before Orga uno-reverse betrays them), only to die while fighting when the rest of Tekkadan retreats. But you look at what Tekkadan has become.

Orga ousted the old management of CGS in order to prevent them from sending the kids under his command into high risk scenarios, only for Orga himself putting them into those scenarios as time went on. Orga would join forces with McGillis in order to become “king of Mars” without even knowing what the plan was, and just before he died he realized he should have focused on getting his men to their happy ending SAFELY rather than ASAP.It was this same “get there quick” attitude that alienated Tekkadan from the rest of the mafia organization they joined and got Naze killed. Orga also keep recruiting kids, telling them they could leave if they wanted to while ignoring that most of them are escaping crushing poverty just like Orga did. The reasons why kids say they join up is a list of push factors for child soldier recruitment, why the UN views it as an act of exploitation rather than the benevolence IBO paints it as.

Combine this with Mikazuki’s own arc. The kid had his own dreams and ambitions, and in the first season would take the initiative into pursuing them when offered. Pay attention to him in the second season and he’s stopped doing that. His studies have fallen behind despite not having anything else to do on base due to his disabilities, and is less enthusiastic about going to the Sakura farm. When he’s unable to pursue them anymore, he’s happy because he viewed them as an unwanted distraction from helping Orga. Meanwhile, Barbatos becomes more monstrous looking while Mikazuki focuses on something else he finds enjoyment in. Killing.

Combine this with Akihiro’s arc where he tosses aside mercy and begins killing kids. Combine this with Shino going from calling out hail Mary’s as suicide and questioning who would do such a thing to him doing such a thing and dying. Add Eugene going from someone who is antagonistic to Orga and his leadership to saying he goes along with what Orga says because it makes things easier for Orga. Or Biscuit, originally joining CGS to provide for his family only to put Tekkadan above them. Twice, and each time his sisters lost a brother.

Mikazuki holding the line stops being this heroic last stand because of what he’s trying to protect. He and his friends lived long enough to se themselves become the villains, and he’s just following the last orders Orga gave him.

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Psychopathy: spectrum + stigma

Why I’m interested:

Effecting change in the world requires that you know who you’re dealing with. Who the players are in this grand game of life. Sometimes, when I’m in a good mood or feeling particularly benevolent myself, I project and assume everyone else feels the same way.

But objectively, that’s not true. Some people are just wired different from birth/upbringing. Psychopaths seem to be wired different; their neural pathways predispose them to harm others. But if they were just born that way, we can’t really fault them, can we? Yes, they have greater capacity to harm others, and we should contain these destructive tendencies. But they also have capacity to feel hurt themselves. Thus, they are worthy of protecting, as well.

Also, the fact that psychopaths and other destructive tendencies exist does not need to be a reason to feel misanthropic. Humans are animals, too.

In fact, animals can be extremely cruel as well. It is inconsistent to love animals and loathe humans. We are all subject to the same natural laws and instinct for self-preservation.

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Main/interesting takeaways:

psychopathy exists on a spectrum. 30% of population exhibits some degree of psychopathic traits; it’s only when it actively harms oneself/others that intervention is needed.

what if we viewed psychopathy as a condition to be destigmatized? After all, people can’t help being born with the brain they have.

grouped under the wider term of antisocial personality disorder ... a neuropsychiatric disorder, where a person displays unusually low levels of empathy or remorse, often resulting in antisocial and sometimes criminal behaviour.

Psychologists and psychiatrists generally agree that between one and two in every 100 people in the general population meet the criteria for psychopathy, but Marsh claims that as many as 30% of people in the general population display some degree of psychopathic traits.

For those who have psychopathy, it can mean they struggle to maintain close friendships and put themselves in risky situations, but the condition also takes its toll on the people around them too.

"Being around a callous or manipulative person is often devastating for people who are close to them, and exhausting for people living with extreme psychopathy,"

women often exhibited traits like debilitating impulsiveness (such as a lack of planning), thrill-seeking in interpersonal relationships, and verbal aggression. ... psychopathy in men meanwhile tends to manifest with physical aggression and violence.

women with psychopathy show less propensity for violence and crime than men, but more examples of interpersonal manipulation.

there need to be more studies that focus on women and non-criminal people with psychopathy.

While a number of studies suggest that psychopathy is more prevalent in men than women, ... this may be due to how the testing was devised in the first instance. "Initial psychopathy scales were primarily developed and tested on a prison population of men in British Columbia ...”

"I see myself as a formula, not a person," [psychopath] Thomas says. "It's like being an Excel spreadsheet where I work out what to do and say by calculating the possible outcome."

it is frustrating to read articles or watch depictions of people with psychopathy as evil individuals who must all be avoided. "We exist on a scale like everyone else."

While Thomas describes her dominant psychopathic trait as manipulation and Victoria says her is callousness, Alice's points to her own lack of empathy as being her most conspicuous trait.

"I don't have any emotional empathy, but I have a lot of cognitive empathy," she says, her smile still in place. "So if someone gets hurt, like hurting their knee or breaking their arm, I may not feel anything for them emotionally but I know I am supposed to get them help so I will."

But this, she says, makes her a good person to have around in emergencies.

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Alice is not alone in thinking that her traits could be a benefit to society. The "positive" traits of psychopathy ... including a coolness under pressure and less empathetic response to interpersonal interactions – can help people to deliver on their work without being, as Alice would call it, "clouded".

"Psychopathy is not a category, it's a continuum," she says. "It is distributed amongst the population in varying degrees. Some people cause continuous destruction and some just need their symptoms managed.

Many experts, Marsh included, believe it is time to dispel the myths and stigma surrounding psychopathy. The underlying causes of psychopathy are still poorly understood, although a growing body of neuroimaging research is helping to pinpoint some of the potential neurological abnormalities in the brain that may explain the symptoms. Research, for example, has indicated that men with psychopathy have a reduced response in regions of the brain related to processing fear and there are some hints that similar effects can be found in women. Some researchers have also pointed to differences in the neural circuitry of the amygdala, a key structure of the brain responsible for processing emotions, but like most research on psychopathy, these findings are far from robust and still need to be studied further.

"I really admire what the autism research community did in the nineties," she says. "They decided to get rid of the stigma by telling people the truth about it. That it's a spectrum disorder. (1)

Identifying psychopaths:

Look out for their belief in the predatory spirit." (2)

Psychopathy or “leadership” in a competitive world?

"He admitted to many, many items on the [psychopath] checklist, but redefined them as leadership positives," ... "So 'manipulation' was another way of saying 'leadership.' 'Grandiose sense of self worth' — which would have been a hard one for him to deny because he was standing underneath a giant oil painting of himself — was, you know, 'You've got to like yourself if you're going to be a success.'" (2)

in political leaders, voters associate the psychopathic trait of “fearless dominance” with leadership. “It doesn’t make you a good leader, but it really impresses people.” (4)

Maybe we shouldn’t “blame” or exact vengeance on psychopaths, but we can keep them out of positions of power.

Some psychologists have a theory that many of the world's ills can be blamed on psychopaths in high places. (2)

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I also think of the House M.D. episode featuring psychopathy.

“Psychopathy can get a bad rap. Doesn’t necessarily mean you’re violent. Just that you’re completely without conscience, you lack normal emotion, you manipulate everyone around you, you’re promiscuous, you lie pathologically.

She got the creeps around you. Which is oddly an actual medical phenomenon around psychopaths - probably an evolved response to predators.”

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“I’m not so different from anybody else. Everyone I’ve ever known ... they’re all out for themselves. Difference is I can admit it to myself.”

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“Of course I’m self-interested. We all are. We’re born that way. The rest of us are born with consciences.”

“Which is something you just sound ecstatic about.”

“I’m not saying it’s logical. I’m just saying it’s human.”

“So if you know your conscience is just an animal instinct, you don’t need to follow it. I think you realize that. That’s why you’re talking to me.”

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Dr. James Fallon, and self-defined “pro-social psychopath.” American neuroscientist. ... professor of psychiatry and human behavior and emeritus professor of anatomy and neurobiology in the University of California, Irvine School of Medicine.

he'd discovered that he, himself, has the neurological and genetic correlates of psychopathy. Fallon stated that even though he has displayed callous behaviour in his life, particularly when he was younger, he believes that his positive experiences in childhood negated any potential genetic vulnerabilities to violence and emotional issues. (3)

His PET scanes + genetic alleles all correlated with psychopathic behavior: high violence + aggressive, low anxiety, cognitive (but not emotional) empathy.

Positive/nurturing environment may offset genetic predisposition to psychopathy (like the “warrior gene,” MAOA)

1. https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20221111-what-its-like-living-with-psychopathy

2. https://www.npr.org/2011/05/21/136462824/a-psychopath-walks-into-a-room-can-you-tell

3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_H._Fallon

4. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOjykLQAdaE

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Isekaied into a Miraculous Otome Game

I think this was discussed a while back about what if Miraculous Ladybug was an otome game and someone from Earth was reincarnated into one of the roles with all knowledge of the game.

Then it was pondered what if Lila was the "heroine"?

...as well as the reincarnated.

And Felix is there too.

So here we go:

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Lila Rossi was every girl’s dream life.

She was smart. Rich. Pretty. Popular. Strong. Talented. Kind and generous. Well liked and adored by anyone who met her. Excelled at pretty much anything she did.

And under the right circumstances, she could become the greatest hero Paris had ever seen.

So who wouldn’t want to be her?

She did.

She would have gladly killed for a chance to be Lila Rossi.

So it had to have been a gift from some benevolent entity when she reincarnated in her next life as the person she always wished she could be.

When she first woke up after what she had been sure should have been a horrible demise, she was confused.

This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t her house. This wasn’t her bed. Or her clothes. Or her…body?

Rushing to the mirror, she screamed in shock at the face peering back at her.

Lila Rossi.

No amount of pinching or slapping herself revealed this to be a dream. That was Lila’s face. Lila’s hair. And this was Lila’s room. Meaning this was Lila’s life.

SHE was Lila Rossi.

She had died unexpectedly in her last life and been reincarnated.

Which if you think about it, waking up to discover you had reincarnated into the world of an otome game was the sort of thing that was only supposed to happen in manga and Japanese light novels. But here she was. In Paris, except it was the fantastical city in the world of the game.

Miraculous: Adventures in Love

It was her favorite game. Practically her obsession. She spent untold hours playing it and repeating the same route and dialogues. She never got tired of it.

And now…she was living it.

It was a shock. She questioned if it wasn’t a dream. Though a few good pinches to her arms and slaps to her face quickly proved that otherwise.

No. She was really here. This was really Paris. There were really heroes. This was really happening.

And the best part was this meant that she was the heroine of her favorite otome game.

Miraculous was a visual novel starring a new transfer student arriving to the monster-ridden city of Paris, where she then proceeds to befriend and eventually romance any among a number of eligible young men and heroes. Along the way, she has the capability of becoming a hero herself.

It was different from the norm of fantasy-driven magical romance visual novel games by taking place in modern day and centering around superheroes. It advertised itself primarily around the heroes and romancing them, with the option of winning them over as either their civilian or heroic selves. Depending on your actions, you could win the affections of heroes or even the love of the city if you become one yourself.

Imagine…you could be the damsel in distress for a hero’s story. Or you could turn it around and be the hero that saves the love interest. Or you could be heroic rivals or teammates. Or even just two normal people trying to make the best of this crazy situation.

Honestly, it was no wonder the game became such a hit. Who wouldn’t want handsome magical superheroes courting you?

It originally had a bit of a rough start due to a lack of optional love interests. It marketed itself as a game where you could romance any of your classmates or even the city’s heroes, and replayability came in how the routes changed depending on whether you were acting as a hero yourself or as a civilian. But while you had five different male classmates as options for love interests, the only two heroes the game originally presented were Chat Noir and Carapace, which had garnered no small amount of criticism and was likely why they included extra heroic options in the DLC.

The game became so popular despite the initial lack of content and many fans had taken to creating their own mods and additions to the game to help fill it out until the creators came up with something new.

But Lila wasn’t interested in any of that.

She didn’t care about Chat Noir or Carapace. Or even the new characters introduced in the DLC content of King Monkey, Pegasus, or Viperion. She didn’t even care about any of the random civilian love interests. No, she was only interested in one out of all of the romanceable options.

Adrien Agreste.

He was the teen model hear-throb. Rich, famous, the “Sunshine Boy of Paris”. He was the heir to the Agreste name. A sad young man with a cold father, desperate and eager to please.

For Lila Rossi, the “heroine” that she had become…the only one who was her perfect match was him.

The problem was that Adrien was the hardest of all the potential routes to unlock.

To open Adrien up as a potential love interest, you have to have a high reputation and good standing. You also had to appeal to all of his friends—which included each of the other love interests. Meaning you had to play their routes in order to learn about them and get them to like you, but without actually raising their romance flags—an endeavor that was more difficult than it seemed.

But it was well worth it, in her opinion!

His was really the only route worth playing. Honestly, she hadn’t even bothered getting the DLC. Not when it would just be even more potential distractions from the Adrien route. It was pretty much the only one she played—the only one she wanted to play.

Whether as regular Lila Rossi or as her super hero form, the only play throughs she made in the game were for Adrien. She had even cheated and looked up the answers online as to how to successfully get his route without needing to play through all the others first—cheating it may be, but did it really matter? It wasn’t like the game would punish her for it.

All she had to do was buff up her reputation and status as quickly as possible, then “happen” to catch on to Adrien’s interest in superheroes and start his first Event by starting up a conversation about them.

Sure, she could try to open up the “hero” route, but honestly, it had never really appealed to her and much as the normal civilian path. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t use some of the lines from that route to help her now that she was living it. So she could just claim some relationship with heroism to get in his good graces and then set off his series of Events from there.

And it was working! Adrien was talking to her! He was interested in her! He was agreeing to meet her. And just like in the game, nothing she said mattered and everyone just ate it all up!

Everything was going perfectly!

…until Ladybug betrayed her.

In the game, Ladybug was the leader of the Heroes of Paris. In the “Hero” route, she was a mentor and friend to Lila as an up and coming hero. She was the one to accept Lila as part of the team and teach her the ropes. Then later in the route, she eventually leaves Paris and chooses Lila to become the new leader. From there, Lila would become the greatest hero of Paris.

Ladybug was supposed to like Lila.

She was supposed to trust her.

She wasn’t supposed to make her look bad in front of Adrien!

Even in the “Civilian” route, Ladybug was a mere background figure. She was supposed to save the day off screen and be mentioned in passing. At most, she had one or two interactions where she would praise Lila’s quick thinking and bravery during an akuma attack. She never had any issues with Lila.

But Ladybug went off script just to make Lila look bad!

She clearly was interested in Adrien—which didn’t make sense! Ladybug didn’t have a love interest! And the romantic rival for Adrien was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and she would be out of the picture soon enough anyway when she accepts some deal to intern for a major company in New York. But aside from her, nobody else really had a shot at Adrien’s heart. And Ladybug wasn’t supposed to be involved at all! But she knew…

Was she reincarnated as well?

It made sense, Lila reasoned. Ladybug had been distinctly out of character from her persona in the game. Why else would she interrupt one of Lila’s Heart Events with Adrien when she never made an appearance during one before?

Whatever the reason, Ladybug was an enemy now. She should have remained a stepping stone for Lila’s greatness or gotten out of the way.

Instead, she had to make herself a nuisance. But that was fine. Lila would come out on top. After all…

This was Lila’s world…

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Or, if you prefer, a Felix take:

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When he first woke up, they said his name was Felix.

Okay.

They said he lived in London.

That was new.

They said he was the only son of Amilie Graham de Vanily.

He was sure that wasn’t right.

His introduction to his new “home” was…not the most pleasant one. There was confusion. A lot of confusion. He left his “family” baffled by his reactions as he tried to explore his surroundings and make sense of his situation.

It didn’t take him long to realize what was going on.

“Oh, damn it all, it’s an isekai.”

He was in the world of a game. One his younger sister had extolled upon him to no end. He had endured countless hours of her detailing all the aspects of the game he never himself played and had no real interest in. Fortunately, this meant he at least knew what he would be dealing with.

Unfortunately, it also meant he knew exactly what he would be dealing with…

A romance game. Where he was supposed to be an antagonist. Wonderful. Absolutely perfect. What a kind “gift” from whatever entity chose to land him here.

What had he done to deserve this?

He had been…not the most sociable person. He could admit that. There were few people who could be considered close to him. His parents, of course. And his little sister. Anyone else…usually tended to be put off by his nature.

Felix was considered stiff and harsh, but he was hardly cruel. He just liked to think things through and respond appropriately. After all, problems tended to happen when one acted hastily. He had come to learn that well, especially with his younger sister and her antics. Perhaps thanks to her, he was prone to the occasional…rash action.

It was one such rash decision that led him to try and help a stranger about to be hit by a truck. The foolish girl had been so wrapped up in some game on her phone that she wasn’t paying attention to the world around her. Against all better judgement, Felix chose to intervene. So it was in that moment, he risked his life to save that girl so that she could live.

He failed, of course. And only got himself killed alongside her for his trouble. But it was the thought that counted.

Enough so that he got dragged on a reincarnation trip to another world along with the girl in question.

Now he wouldn’t have minded. Really. (That was a blatant lie. He minded a lot.)

But WHY of all places did he have to be reborn into Miraculous?

It was bad enough the way his sister obsessed over that game. And would drone on and on about the routes. And make up her own mods for it. And tried to make one based on him that he was both annoyed and slightly flattered by…

Yes, Felix already knew everything he needed to about Miraculous.

It was a French take on the Japanese magical girl and American superhero genres in visual novel form. It was an interesting concept for a game. Play as a hero or civilian who could then romance other heroes or civilians—meaning that each character had multiple routes depending on your position and how you romanced them, and you could choose how the route went. It was innovative for the time. A deviation from the standard fantasy of ancient but still somehow modern-based urban setting with magic somehow included that every other romance-focused visual novel seemed tied to, instead simply taking place in modern life with superheroes. There were deep characters, unique lore, and an entire world to explore. It was an amazing and original concept.

On paper.

While the idea itself was unique, the game that actually came out was bland, poorly rendered, lacking any real depth, and only displayed the bare bones of imagination.

What should have been central characters were barely given any focus. If they weren’t a love interest or if they were female, they barely even had character images or sprites. Many of the side characters were given personality “quirks” that seemed to be more for the sake of making them into jokes and playing them off for laughs rather than any actual characterization. Aside from the love interests, nobody mattered—not even friends, family, or the female heroes on the team. And even the love interests themselves lost any real focus or value unless you were specifically playing their route.

The idea behind the game was that the main character and each of the romanceable options were supposed to have dual identities to change up the dynamics of any of their routes to allow for replayability.

This didn’t work when only two of the male classmates that could be romanced had heroic identities AND THE GAME NEVER ALLOWS YOU TO CONFIRM THOSE IDENTITIES. Oh sure, it was obvious who they were, but in an attempt to be “mysterious”, the game always cut out at the end right before they could appropriately reveal the dual identities.

The most obvious was Adrien Agreste. Who was clearly Chat Noir. And held both the hardest AND easiest routes of the game depending on how you tried to pursue him. As Chat, it was ridiculously easy to end up on his route by accident. But you could only unlock his route as Adrien by meeting an extensive set of conditions—which included high reputation, exceptional social status, being in good standing with all of his friends, and having knowledge and information that could only be obtained by playing through every other route first.

It also didn’t help that there were more female heroes than male at a 3:2 ratio. And still somehow all seemed to use the exact same basic character model. Yet for as little real development as they seemed to be allowed to have, most fans considered the girls to have substantially more interesting personalities that should have warranted their own romanceable routes. There was a demand to let the girls become love interests.

The company responded to the criticism by releasing DLC that introduced a new male love interest and a new rival for Adrien’s affections (like he needed another option for his ever-growing harem?), as well as three new male superhero personas to expand on the already existing routes for the other classmates.

The problems only continued from there.

It was a mess of a game that somehow gained a following large enough to keep it going. Why, Felix never understood. Nor did he care.

What really mattered was that he was here now.

Here. In the game. As the character who only seems to exist to suffer and fail so as to make Adrien look better in comparison.

Adrien Agreste was…dull, to say the least. A pushover. He was the hardest love interest to win the happy ending for, and the least satisfying. He was supposed to be the pinnacle of perfection, but incapable of doing anything for himself. He was the creator’s pet, and it showed.

The fact that he had such a wide fanbase continued to astound Felix.

It said something about the creator’s attempts to prop the character, at least. And that those attempts appeared to be working, which said even more about the people who would fall for it. The cheating to immediately start on his route outside of the developer’s intentions had grown so bad to the point that the developers had apparently added a failsafe in the DLC to prevent players from trying his route right off the bat without actually playing the other routes first. This only fueled further resentment from the fans and confusion for Felix over why it even mattered.

Adrien was perfect, and boring in his perfection. Nothing he did was ever wrong—even in instances where they should be. It was to the point that Adrien didn’t even have an arc to speak of. So, in order to prevent people from noting the issues with the character, they needed a foil of some sort to highlight how superior Adrien was as a love interest.

Enter Felix. Adrien’s “cousin”, whose sole purpose of existing seemed to be to act like a complete jerk and make everyone hate him just so Adrien could look better in comparison.

The problem was that this Felix didn’t care. And honestly just wanted to be left alone.

But as the world didn’t seem to care what Felix wanted, he found plans underway for him to be brought along on a trip to see his “cousin and uncle”.

His cousin, who was clearly a superhero.

And his uncle, who was obviously the supervillain.

Okay then. If this was how the game wanted to play? Fine.

He would play.

#ml au #miraculous otome game #lila sucks #ml felix

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Yandere Profiles

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Alpha! Namjoon

Namjoon is a natural-born Alpha, having inherited the title once his father stepped down. While he directly leads a pack of about 80 wolves, their history stretches back hundreds of years and they are sewn into the fabric of their town. Meaning Namjoon has a lot of control and influence over the whole region.

Being raised in an environment with such an absolute hierarchy built-in means that he has certain expectations of how people address and behave towards him. While a pack is a dictatorship, Namjoon allows diplomatic communication as much as possible. He keeps informed about even the most minute details in the lives of his members, but tries to only influence and control the larger picture and direction of his pack. Still, he demands loyalty, respect, and obedience from each and every member, from the smallest child to the oldest person. Anything less and he will become watchful of their lives, making sure they do not have the opportunity to become a threat.

When it comes to you, it's a completely different situation. You're his Mate, a rare phenomenon that occurs in wolves that binds them to another person. In a Beta wolf this would result in infatuated devotion and love, and an urge to protect. In an Alpha, those attributes are dialled up to 15.

And in Namjoons case it brings out his need for control and protection to a dangerous point that disregards any of your thoughts feelings or wants. He knows patience will earn him the best result so he is happy to move slowly and surely. He works his way into your life until he is able to control and manipulate you moulding your thinking and behaviour until you fall in line with how he believes your behaviour to be best for you. However, he is not opposed to using shotgun tactics if he feels a real risk of losing you.

He is the most possessive out of the Bangtan boys, but his intelligent and conniving methods have him come across as sweet and caring if maybe a little clingy and intense. It's everything behind the scenes that he does to keep you, however, that makes him truly a terrifying foe.

King! Seokjin

Born the crown prince of his country. His father died when he was aged 4 and his mother reigned as queen regent until he was of age to assume the throne. Seokjin grew up in luxury, not knowing the word no which shaped him into an impatient and demanding man who becomes easily bored. To offset his boredom, he developed a sadistic obsession at a young age deriving enjoyment from tormenting the servants and staff in the palace. Finding pleasure in watching the different way people experience and react to pain and fear.

As a King, however, it is a stark contrast. He was born and raised to be a king and he commits to his responsibilities and duties earnestly. He is a thoughtful, learned, and compassionate ruler. One who takes the time to consider the ramifications and possibilities of every decision he makes, and who seeks the opinions and lessons from the lords and scholars in his Kingdom. His rule is widely acclaimed, and due to his benevolence and justice, he is beloved by his people.

Seokjin has a marriage of alliance to the princess from the neighbouring country. Although, both she and his two young sons were sent north to study in the Halls of the Scholars as he did.

While Jin is very promiscuous with all of his staff, he has a special fascination with you. He can never seem to wholly summarise what it is that is so special about you, but he knows that you bring him ecstasy. With you, he is certain that he will be able to test the limit of human endurance. He will just have to remind himself to pace himself, so you survive that long.

Assassin! Yoongi

They say work until you no longer have to introduce yourself. But in Yoongis' case, anonymity is his greatest tool. He is one of the most feared unnamed men in the known world. While his profession is one of death, Yoongi is neither vicious nor bloodthirsty. He merely has a skill set well-tailored for death and has great pride in his expertise. Although his life is built on it, he also detests the fact that he is completely unknown on a superficial or personal level.

There is little known about Yoongi both for you and the outside world. Despite your best efforts you struggle to find common ground or to even find the meaning or intentions to his actions. His moods can shift regularly and for no discernable motivation. One minute he can be kind and attentive, and the next he becomes nightmarish and cruel, trapping you in isolation for an hour, a day, maybe a month. For you, there is no rhyme or reason for his actions. But for him, he quickly notes and abuses the fact that his unpredictability makes you more desperate to please him.

He promised himself he would open up and allow even the slightest form of human connection, but whether can actually bring himself to do that is something unforeseeable.

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok may look like an angel but he is truly the devil's child. More than a century old, Hoseok was made into a Vampire at the beginning of the 19th century and has spent every moment of his long life perfecting the art of cruelty.

As a young man, he earned his living as an attack dog for the mob. Using pain, fear, and death to intimidate and control their enemies or those deemed insubordinate. It's his lust for human suffering that garnered the attention of Hoseok's Sire to be. A person whose name he would never dare to repeat.

Drawn to Hoseok's breathtaking bloodlust his Sire claimed him, turning him into a creature of the night and enslaving him with the bond that can be formed by a creator and the created. For nearly a decade, Hoseok was beholden to his Sires whims, while lamenting his existence. That was until an opportunistic moment arose and he was able to free himself by ending the afterlife of his creator.

With no binds and an eternity ahead of him he amassed an immortal empire of Vampires that he bore. All of whom serve freely, even if some may obey more from fear than loyalty.

After all of this time, you would think his thirst for inflicting pain would have dimmed, and it did for a time, but Hoseok is first and foremost motivated by passion and pleasure. And more than from any other thing on this planet, he finds both in your cries of pain. He has exclaimed frequently that there is beauty in your fragility and helplessness. While he's not sure what his plans are or what he intends to do with you, all he does know is that you are his. And he will play with you for as long as your body can withstand. And then maybe past that.

Playboy! Jimin

Spoilt, arrogant, chauvinistic, demanding, and prone to aggressive outbursts. Beautiful, sweet, gentle, giving, and warm. Jimin is a disastrous mix of the good and the absolute worst a person can be.

Born with a silver spoon, and with both a god complex and an inferiority complex he has always had everything he wanted- but it has never been enough. Things were never enough, people were never enough, and no matter how hard he tried he could never feel like he was enough.

Growing up he used movies, tv, and books as a form of escape to create an ideal and fictitious world where everything always ended happily. It was the superficial and seemingly perfect relationships in love stories that drew his attention the most. The way everyone always said exactly what the other needed, or how they were so perfectly in sync and deeply connected from the first moment. He pined after a love like that and became convinced that this would be the only thing that could rid the emptiness in his soul. That only with his other half, could he finally find completeness.

But sadly as he had never felt anything he could call love, he would cycle through people, night after night, day after day, person after person in search of this mythical counterpart.

When he first met you, to him you were unlike any other he had met. Everything you said or did was exactly what he wanted in every moment. You were like the answers to questions he never asked. And you made him feel understood.

Of course, no relationship is perfect and no person is perfect. Nevertheless, despite the obvious, Jimin cannot be convinced otherwise. He knows that he has found perfection in you and for the first time in his life he is ready to call this love. And he is going to make sure that you continue to live up to his expectations because he will not be disappointed again.

Dom! Taehyung

In all aspects of his life, Taehyung is a man of focus and control. As the CEO and founder of a Fortune 500 company, he has known hard work and dedication his entire life and even now successful, frequently works up to 16 hour days. In his private life, he craves the same standard of order.

Early on, he came upon the BDSM lifestyle. The ideals of transparency, communication, and dedication filled in the parts he had felt missing in his past relationships. While he might not admit it out loud he was mostly attracted to the prospect of power exchange, having absolute control and authority to dictate the terms of the relationship, the lack of which had previously been his greatest frustration.

Taehyung has done his homework in regards to learning all he can to be a successful Dominant. In spite of this, Taehyung still has a corrupted view of how the D/s concept should be. He believes that once a submissive hands over any amount of control, he has the right to take more and more until he owns everything they are. Anything less than complete surrender and subservience on his terms simply means they must be deficient and should either be fixed or discarded.

You are the latest after a long line of failed potentials. Right away, he could feel a difference. You were so receptive to correction. So willing to please. And despite his blunt honesty about his expectations and wants you never shied away or hesitated to let him mould and craft you further.

He knows sooner than later he will have the compliant pet that he has worked hard for. And once he creates the perfect toy, he is never going to let it go.

Mafia! Jungkook

Born the son to the largest Mafia head on the East coast, Jungkook grew in a world that few could endure. He was raised in boarding schools and at arm's length by a distant mother and an abusive father. Which, out of necessity, created a split in his personality.

Jungkook's two personas are polar opposites and are able to switch as quickly as the flip of a coin. He developed one half of himself while in the company of his teachers, friends, and role models. The other half, however, grew and festered inside of him silently like a virus.

He was only 17 when he took his first life. The life of his father, followed by his mother and all of their top lieutenants. In a single night, he took control of their organization in a violent and bloody display.

With an endless sky of vultures ready to strike at the first sign of weakness, Jungkook maintains order with the same brutally vicious methods his father had used. However, unlike his father's leadership, he heavily rewards and incentivizes loyalty and hard work, building a faithful body of followers. Despite the loyalty he cultivates, he has an ever-present fear of appearing weak. This causes him to act savagely towards anything or anyone that might bring his authority into question.

You are no exception to this. He wants nothing more than to treat you like the princess he sees you as. He wants to spoil and dote on you and make sure you are only ever fulfilled and happy. Which makes it so much harder for you to understand when he changes in the blink of an eye. "Of course, you can't leave-you know too much." "What did you think I would do when you gave me attitude?" "I told you what would happen if you spoke to my men. If you didn't want a black eye, you should have done as I fucking told you!"

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im-a-wonderling · 3 years

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Bruises, Part 9 ~ Peter Pevensie

So @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories wrote the first eight parts of an AMAZING Peter Pevensie fanfic and is kindly allowing me to adopt it and finish it for her! Reading through what she’s written, even just for reference for writing this part, gave me butterflies, so I hope I do her proud. I, personally, had a blast writing part 9! :)

Bruises Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of abuse and PTSD

Word count: 4.6k

My fingers rested on a wooden table, scratches marring the otherwise worn smooth surface. A small cup of water rested beside a plate with a serving of small potatoes that couldn’t be bigger than my child-like palm.

“Do you want more?” A woman held up a spoonful of potatoes, her benevolent smile speaking of deep devotion. Her own plate was still empty.

“No,” I heard myself answer, even as my stomach rumbled softly. She needed to have some too.

“Okay, sweetheart. Eat while it’s still warm.”

I obeyed, sticking a bite in my mouth. “Thank you, Mama.”

I stumbled out of Peter’s grasp, tripping over my chair and nearly falling backwards.

“Y/N!” Quick as lightning, Peter’s arms shot out to steady me.

I clung to them, breathing hard. “Did-did you see that too?”

Peter nodded. “Are you alright? You look pale. Maybe you should sit.” He gently lowered me down onto the chair, not letting go of me as I warred with my body to bring my breathing back to normal. “Who was that woman?” he asked.

“I…” I blinked, struggling to think rationally, partially due to his proximity and partially because of what I’d just seen. My heart tugged at me, urging my brain to place the woman, but I came up short. “I don’t know.” I finally pried my fingers away from him, rubbing my forehead to combat the beginnings of a headache.

Peter’s brows furrowed. “You called her ‘Mama’.”

“I can’t remember her.”

“Are you certain?”

“The only person I remember from my childhood is-“ My voice faltered, and Peter gently squeezed my hand in support. “I’m certain, okay?”

“I wonder how that’s possible,” he mused. “If you’d ever hit your head, that could account for some memory loss, but not this specific or drastic.”

I let out a breath. “Magic.”

Peter nodded, his eyes faraway. “That’s the only explanation. Why though?” He got to his feet, starting to pace, clearly forging scenarios and running through them, calculating probability. “What benefit could be gained from altering your memories?”

Something guttered inside me, and I wrapped my arms around my middle, hugging myself tightly. “I can think of one person who’d benefit from me not remembering a family to turn to.”

Understanding flashed in his face. “You…you think he did it?”

“It makes sense,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm instead of giving in to the roaring helplessness inside.

Peter’s hands balled into fists, and the anger hardening his features made me shiver. I fought the urge to cower, knowing that the wild rage oozing from him would never drive him to hurt me, despite the panic washing my insides. “I don’t have the words...” Peter trailed off before shaking his head. “For all that he’s done to you, he’s already a monster, but if he also took your memories...”

I looked away, not wanting to talk about the man anymore. “I have a mother,” I said numbly.

Whenever my fellow maids received letters from home or whenever Adonis told me about his wife and son, I always had to squash the longing that gripped my heart. It was pointless to wish for something I’d never have.

But this memory proved I might’ve had it all along.

A fragile hope born from my impossible dream lifted me to my feet. “What if…what if I have a father too? Or siblings? What if they’ve been looking for me this whole time?”

Peter must’ve recognized the yearning in my voice. “Y/N, they might not remember you either.”

That pulled me up short, the hope flying away as soon as it’d come. It made sense, explained why no one had ever come looking for me. “You’re probably right. The only one who’d know anything is-“

Him.

Even if Peter’s men managed to catch him, he’d never tell me what I wanted to know. He’d only relish in having something more to hold over my head. And if my family didn’t remember, there was only one way to learn more.

Peter’s brows furrowed in confusion as I resolutely stepped forward, rising up to my tiptoes to push my forehead against his.

Snowballs arced through the air as the young kings and queens frolicked around the trees in funny clothes. Their laughter rang through the otherwise silent forest.

Cold, wet snow smashed into my face, and I wiped it away to see Peter grinning at me.

Spotting an undisturbed pile of snow beside a young King Edmund, I ran for it. Gathering handfuls of snow and packing it as tightly as I could, I threw it at Peter, who dodged behind a tree, his exuberant laughter bringing a smile to my face.

“Oww!” I turned to see King Edmund brushing snow from his odd sweater and frowning at Queen Susan. “Stop it!”

Any happiness melted away from Peter’s face. “You lied.” In my chest, I could feel the echoes of his outrage, my heart pulsing with his temper.

Brimming with fury, Peter advanced on his brother, who scrambled backwards, almost colliding with me.

“You didn’t believe Lucy either!” King Edmund pleaded.

“Say you’re sorry!” The ferocity with which Peter spoke nearly bowled me over, rising up in my throat and nearly causing me to choke.

Before King Edmund could say anything, the ripples of awareness rippled over me, and Peter stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes lifting from his brother to meet mine. “Y/N…”

I ripped myself away from the vision and back into my own body.

“Y/N.” At the sound of Peter’s dazed voice, I shrunk away from him. The space between us felt jarring after practically being inside his head, but the secondhand anger coursing through me was powerful.

I brought my hand to my head, struggling to make sense of the emotional aftershocks ringing through me. “You were so angry.” I immediately regretted saying it when despair crossed Peter’s face.

“Please—I couldn’t even think of hurting you, please know that,” he begged.

I quickly reached out to squeeze his hand. “Of course not.” Peter pulled himself away from me, his spine curving in like he was caving in on himself. I didn’t like the look in his eye.

I shouldn’t have touched my forehead to his. Mentally kicking myself, I wrung my hands. After he’d been so kind and courteous to me, I’d forced him to experience that memory, and it was my fault he looked so wilted right now. “What…when was that?” I asked, hoping to coax him back into conversation.

“Right after my siblings and I came to Narnia.” Peter sat heavily down on his chair, rubbing his forehead.

When he didn’t elaborate, I gently laid a hand on his shoulder. “What did King Edmund lie about?”

“Luce found Narnia first, and then Ed found it, but he lied about it. She was heartbroken when Susan and I believed Edmund over her.” Peter’s heavy sigh tugged at my heart, and it ached with my desire to make it better. I could still feel the tendrils of Peter’s emotion clinging to me like the smell of a skunk, so I couldn’t imagine how powerful it was for him.

Sitting down gingerly beside him, I rubbed his back. “I know how protective you are of the other kings and queens. It makes sense you’d rise to defend Queen Lucy.”

“It’s my fault Ed went to the White Witch.”

I was shaking my head before he’d even finished. “No, it’s not-“

“Yes, it is.” Peter lifted his head, the look in his red eyes one of devastation. “If I hadn’t been so hard on him, he might never have gone to her. He could’ve stayed, and then Aslan wouldn’t have needed to die. It’s my fault.”

“Peter.” I was at a loss on how to comfort him. “You may be king,” I said slowly, “but you can’t claim credit for the choices of other people.” Remembering earlier, I gently ran my fingers through his hair. “I’m sure King Edmund would be the first to tell you that he and he alone is responsible for the choices he made.”

When Peter didn’t respond, I bit into my bottom lip, wondering if I’d gone too far.

But when he finally reached for me, I couldn’t stop myself. I crawled into his lap, looping my arms around him. He held me tightly to him, like letting go would make him shatter. And maybe it would.

I dared to press a soft kiss to his cheek. He dropped his head down on my shoulder, loosing a shuddering sigh, his breath skittering across my collarbone which caused goosebumps to erupt down my arms and legs.

A voice in my head nagged me about leaving Mrs. Dolie in the kitchen by herself, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make me move. I just stayed there, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

He finally straightened up to look me in the eye.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “For doing this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

I hadn’t intended to say it, to give away just how great my weakness was when it came to him. I’d basically said I loved him, and I couldn’t take it back, even if it wasn’t true.

Feeling so dreadfully exposed, I stood up from his lap before he could reply, straightening my dress. “Um, we should probably get back to our respective duties.”

“Y/N-”

“Thank you. For taking care of my hand.” I shot him a smile before fleeing for the kitchen.

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Consumed with thoughts about Peter, I was too distracted to be of any real help to Mrs. Dolie.

The risqué dream we’d shared was the least of my concerns at the moment, even if the thought of it still made my cheeks burn.

We’d kissed, after he’d taken great care to treat my injury.

And then we’d seen the memory of my mother.

Both things were equally pressing, but in entirely separate ways.

So preoccupied, I joined the rest of the servants for dinner by mistake. No sooner had I taken a seat on the bench, the whispering started.

“Did you hear—”

“Apparently, the High King—”

“—and he spoke to her—”

“—he knows her name.”

Trying to ignore the buzzing, I focused on dishing food onto my plate. I wished the meal was over before I’d even taken my first bite.

My bunkmate sat down on the bench beside me. “Y/N, you’re needed in the kitchen.” Having delivered her message, she struck up a conversation with one of the kitchen maids.

Grateful for the escape, I got to my feet, leaving my food behind to flee for the kitchen. Thank Aslan for Mrs. Dolie’s blessed intuition.

But it wasn’t Mrs. Dolie who waited in the kitchen.

The household mistress leaned against the table used for baking, her arms crossed, and her nose screwed up in a disapproving expression. “Y/N.”

Eyes wide, I tried to keep my composure. “Ma’am. Is there something wrong?”

“The High King seeks your presence in the apple orchard.”

My heart jumped a little in my chest. “Wait, isn’t that-”

“The orchard only for the private use of their majesties? Yes, it is.” She fixed me with a stare. “King Peter asked that I…’request your presence as subtly as possible’.”

I nearly laughed, only managing to turn it into a polite cough at the last moment. Oh Peter.

“I shouldn’t keep him waiting then.” I turned to go.

“Wait a moment.” She pursed her lips. “We don’t need to have a talk about propriety, do we?”

My rebellious mind conjured up the image of Peter in the dream last night, nothing on but his sleep breeches. “No, ma’am. I can assure you, nothing inappropriate has happened.” At the end of the day, the farthest we’d gone in reality was a kiss.

As for the dreams, well, Peter’d said he’d been having them too.

“Just as well,” she said, with an incline of her head. I practically raced out of the kitchen for the orchard.

Asking the household mistress to deliver his message showed, for what felt like the dozenth time, just how respectful Peter was. It was one of his very best qualities.

Then again, when I turned the corner and caught sight of Peter waiting among the trees, I decided it’d take an eternity to narrow down the most wonderful thing about him.

“Hello!” I said cheerfully, practically bounding towards him.

He returned my hug with enthusiasm. “Hello.” He leaned down to kiss my forehead like it was natural, and it made my heart sing.

“I’ve never been in here before,” I mumbled, turning around to look at the trees.

It wasn’t the right time to pick the apples yet, so half the trees still had white blossoms that seemed to glow in the light of the sun preparing to set. But here and there, young apples peeked out, hinting of the harvest that was to come.

“It’s beautiful,” I said breathlessly. Peter hummed in agreement, but he wasn’t looking at the trees. “So, what did you want to do?”

Peter took a step away from me, nervously ducking his head. “I, umm...I thought we might get around to those self-defense lessons.”

Pictures of Peter restraining me, even if it was only for practice, made me tense up.

“If you don’t feel ready, I completely understand, and I’m sure we could find something else to entertain ourselves, but...” He shifted from foot to foot, his voice softening. “My memory that we saw today...it reminded me that I can’t save everyone.

“You need answers about your family, and I know you won’t hesitate to pursue clues as we come across them. I worry our search will lead to dangerous places, and I’d feel much better if you could protect yourself if the need arose.” His use of the words ‘we’, ‘our’, and ‘us’ sent a rush of affection through me.

“Now, I-I realize I might be pressuring you, which, believe me, is the last thing I want-”

“Peter.” He immediately stopped, regarding me with his doe eyes. “It’s a good idea.”

He sagged with relief. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “Just...go slowly?”

“I will, I promise.”

True to his word, Peter talked me through everything, always outlining exactly what he was going to do before doing it as slowly as possible.

The first time he put me in a hold weak enough for a child to break, my breathing turned shallow. He instantly let go, stepping away. “I’m sorry, I should’ve-”

“No, it’s okay.” I swallowed hard. “It’s just hard to beat the fear.”

Peter nodded somberly. “Let’s try something else then.”

It wasn’t long before I was sweating underneath the heavy sunshine, but I steadily learned what Peter was trying to teach.

“Okay, why don’t we try it in real time?” Peter suggested, stepping away from me. I nodded with determination, squaring up with him.

He barreled towards me.

At the last second, I hopped to the side, tripping him up with my foot. When he bent to try ang gain his balance, I brought my elbow down on his back, which made him drop to the grass with a grunt. I got on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

Hyperaware of our chests pressed together, I could feel every inhale and exhale as Peter fought to catch his breath, which somehow felt more intimate than anything we’d done so far.

Peter smiled up at me so tenderly, I could’ve cried. “You did it.”

Even though he could’ve easily overpowered me, he didn’t move, not even to stand. Instead, his gaze flitted down to my mouth.

Did I dare kiss him in a public space? It didn’t seem prudent, especially after what the household mistress had said, but those full lips were so tempting. They’d always looked soft, but because of our kiss earlier, I knew just how soft they were. Just a hair closer, and I could-

“There you are!”

My head jerked up to see Peter’s brother and sisters coming through the trees.

I wrenched myself away from Peter, standing before sweeping into a deep curtsy. “Your majesties!” They nodded in acknowledgement, watching Peter get to his feet.

“We wondered where you’d got to,” Queen Lucy said to her oldest brother, her eyes twinkling.

“I was just helping Y/N learn to defend herself.” He sounded convincing enough, but his hand lifted to self-consciously rub his neck.

“Is that right?” Queen Susan tried to smother her smile.

King Edmund crossed his arms. “Oh, he’s teaching her self-defense.” The three collapsed into giggles, and Peter’s cheeks looked as red as mine felt.

“Knock it off,” he told them, glancing at me. “You’ll make Y/N uncomfortable.”

The queens didn’t seem to believe him, but King Edmund’s eyes flicked towards me, understanding dawning in his face. I remembered that out of Peter’s siblings, King Edmund was the one who knew about the man and all he’d done to me. “Are you teaching her to use a knife?” he asked, suddenly all business.

Peter looked thoughtful. “No, but that’s not a bad idea.”

“Here,” Queen Lucy walked over to me, still chuckling, “use this.” She pulled a dagger from her belt and rested it in my hand.

I grasped it uncertainly, and then nearly fainted when I saw the lion forged into the hilt. “This is....is this your majesty’s dagger from Father Christmas?”

“Yes, it ‘tis.” Judging by her hesitance, she didn’t understand my reverence.

“Your majesty...you can’t just hand me your gift from Father Christmas.”

Queen Lucy laughed her jingling laugh. “It’s not like you’re going to lose it or break it in the twenty minutes it’ll take to teach you how to use it.”

Peter held out his hand for the dagger, and I gave it to him. “Here, I’ll show you-”

Queen Lucy snorted from her place beside Susan. “You’re holding it wrong.”

“Am not,” Peter retorted, but his fingers still shifted on the hilt.

“No, she’s right,” Queen Susan said pleasantly, “you are.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Give me a break, I fight with a sword.”

As the three started to bicker, King Edmund sidled up to me. “Lady Y/N?” he said quietly.

“Yes, your majesty?”

He glanced at his brother, as if checking to make sure he wouldn’t hear. “May I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I answered, but my hands went clammy. Would he bring up the compromising nature of the position he and his sisters had found Peter and I in?

King Edmund took a few steps away from his siblings, and I followed suit. “Forgive me for prying, but my brother came and apologized to me today. For how he treated me when we first came to Narnia. He was sprouting some nonsense about my...” King Edmund swallowed hard. “My betrayal being his fault.”

My eyes slid to Peter, who’d relinquished the dagger to his youngest sister and patiently listened to her instructions. “Oh?”

“When I asked him why he was upset, he said he couldn’t tell me without permission from you.”

Peter, who spoke the world of his siblings and probably told them everything, kept our secrets from his brother. If he’d tried to lie, I would’ve worried that he was ashamed of me, but I knew that wasn’t it, because this was Peter we were talking about.

Maybe it was that honesty that gave me the final nudge I needed.

“I have this...” I bit my lip, trying to figure out how best to explain it. “When my forehead touches someone else’s, there’s a sort of...exchange of emotions. I’ve had it all my life, as far as I know. But with your brother, it’s different.”

“Do I even dare ask how the two of you discovered this the first time?”

My cheeks burned, and I rushed to do damage control, wringing my hands. “Your majesty—I swear nothing indecent happened—I fell—that was it, I only fell and your brother was kind enough to help me up—it was an accident, I promise.”

“Relax,” King Edmund said with a light-hearted chuckle. “I’m not accusing you of anything. Keep going.”

And with a glance to make sure the others were still occupied, I did.

Saying it all aloud, especially the part about my supposed family whom I didn’t remember, made me feel a bit foolish, but the expression on King Edmund’s face was encouraging. He didn’t interrupt, even when I explained we’d shared dreams.

But I didn’t tell him exactly what had happened in the dreams. Not from embarrassment, though I certainly felt some. No, I kept those details to myself because they were private. Something to be shared between Peter and myself.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” I begged once I’d finished. “I don’t want more rumors flying around the palace.”

King Edmund gave a little bow. “I won’t.” Then he sent me a sideways look. “So, your hunt for answers about your mother is the reason for this defense lesson.”

“How’d you know?”

King Edmund chuckled. “Peter’s easy enough to predict when you’re around him long enough.”

I supposed if I’d had siblings growing up, I would’ve been able to guess their behaviors too.

“And just what are the two of you jabbering about?” We both looked up to Queen Susan, who stood with her hands on her hips. “Y/N’s not going to learn anything, Ed, if you keep boring her with whatever you’re talking about.”

King Edmund raised his hands in surrender. “My apologies.”

Laughing, I turned back to Peter, and my heart nearly stopped.

He’d taken his doublet off, leaving him in a thin undershirt.

It made sense, I myself was sweating buckets after all, but my mind went blank. My eyes traced the low neckline of his shirt, revealing just a hint of the muscles that lay beneath.

Before I could make myself look away, Peter glanced at me, catching me in all my drooling glory. I averted my eyes, but my ears caught the sound of a low chuckle.

********

It was some time later before Peter and I squared up again.

“Go easy on me,” he teased, and I laughed at the absurdity that I could beat this fighter with a mere knife. His face lit up at the sound. Taking advantage of his distraction, I leapt into action.

Queen Lucy’s dagger clenched in my hand, I did what she’d shown me, which much far less grace than she’d done it. When Peter took a swipe at me, I only barely managed to duck before twisting around him to hold the knife to his throat.

King Edmund and Queen Lucy clapped, and I immediately stepped away, the buoyant pride making me smile.

Queen Susan twisted to look at the sunset. “It’s getting dark,” she said, standing from the grass. “We should all head to our beds.” Her siblings drooped at the suggestion, but obeyed. “And for crying out loud, Pete, put your shirt back on.”

I carefully returned the dagger back to Queen Lucy, while Peter sheepishly shrugged back into his doublet.

When he couldn’t reach all the buttons on the back of it, I silently helped him as his siblings wandered towards the courtyard entrance.

Doublet properly fastened, Peter turned, his arms sliding to cup my elbows.

I took a moment to study him in the golden light of the sun streaming through the leaves of the tree. His blonde hair seemed to glow a bit, but not nearly as much as the shine in his eyes as he looked tenderly down at me. “You did really well.” The obvious pride in his voice made me smile. I shyly rested my hands on his chest. “Thank you. For teaching me.”

“For you?” Peter tilted my chin up and waited until I met his gaze. “Anything.”

I knew what he was trying to say: whatever it was that we had, he felt the same way for me as I did for him. The reassurance was enough to make me melt.

Finally giving into the urge, I gently pressed my lips against his, and his hands immediately came to my waist as he kissed me back.

Though this kiss was far more chaste than the one we’d shared in the infirmary before seeing the memory of my mother, this one made my heart flutter just the same. Peter cradled me, reminding me I could pull away as soon as I wanted to, but I didn’t want to.

Ever.

This kiss was like coming home to safety. In his arms, nothing in the entire world could touch me.

We certainly would’ve stayed there much longer had we not heard a soft laugh.

Peter broke the kiss to peek in the direction of his siblings. King Edmund was affectionately rolling his eyes, but Queens Susan and Lucy both wore giddy smiles. I buried my face, flaming cheeks and all, in Peter’s chest.

“Don’t you three have somewhere to be?” Peter accused.

“Come on, let’s go.” I peeked to see King Edmund hauling his reluctant sisters back in the direction of the palace.

Peter’s chest rumbled as he chuckled, and when I met his eyes, he wore a satisfied smile. “What?” I asked, feeling a bit defensive.

“They like you. A lot.”

“You said that already. After I had breakfast with them.”

He shrugged. “It just makes me happy to see you and them getting along.”

“If I have siblings out there, I hope they’re like yours.”

Peter’s dazzling smile riveled the rays of light from the setting sun. “It seemed like you and Ed were getting along splendidly.”

“About that…” I rested my gaze on Peter’s Adam's apple, unsure how Peter was going to react to what I was going to tell him. “I might’ve told King Edmund about what happens when our foreheads touch.”

Peter’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Are you mad?”

“No, of course not. If anyone will have any answers about what this is or how to get your memories back, it’s Ed.” Then, his smile took on an impish nature. “And the dreams? Did you tell him about those?”

I blushed, which made his smile grow. “I told him we sometimes share memories when we sleep, and that is all. I didn’t tell him about…the other stuff.”

“Shame.” He lowered his head to press a soft kiss on my neck. “The other stuff is one of my favorite parts,” he mumbled into my skin.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the almost animalistic longing that swept through me with fervor, and my knees threatened to buckle.

It felt so strange to want someone like this. I’d never done anything romantic, at least not in the memories I did have. Everything the man had done was a violation, but feeling the way I did with Peter didn’t feel that way. It felt like...it felt like...

I didn’t have the words for it. Whether that was my failing or the limits of words, I didn’t know.

Clearing my throat, I stepped away, fumbling for a moment. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked.

“Or tonight,” he teased, tapping his head, making me flush one last time as I wheeled around and headed for the maids’ quarters.

I glanced over my shoulder before I turned the corner.

He just stood there, hands in his pockets, smiling as he watched me go. The fondness of his expression made my chest hurt. How could he feel so strongly for someone like me? He was a king, deserving of royalty or perhaps an angel.

I was neither of those things.

But when I settled in for bed that night, I found myself hoping he was already waiting for me to walk with him through the echoes of our past, because whatever lingered there, Peter was willing to face it with me.

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Part 10

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Nicolas Brown x Reader HEADCANONS

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Warings: smut, nsfw

Short description : How Nicolas would treat his s/o. His experience with women and ways of dealing with them in general. His way of seducing, falling in love, fucking... all the beautiful and sexy parts that come with this man.

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His behavior has unfortunately often been misinterpreted because of his deadly abilities and sharp exterior, so it is no wonder that there are opinions of him not being able to understand and gain something like tender woman’s touch. His predatory gaze, strong hands mastering the katana as if it was a part of his body, movements of the speed of light that the prey does not even know it was mutilated the first few second... are not credible descriptions of his true personality.

From a young age, Nicolas knew nothing more than suffering, his body only knew multiple tortures and his eyes absorbed only barbarism. But instead of such an environment resulting in the destruction of his benevolent feelings, it only made him lock them deep inside, because feelings are a weakness, an Achilles heel, and someone in his kind of business can’t afford it.

Even the biggest problem lay not in his reluctance to show his warm side, in fact, his constant concern for the weaker and going out of his frames of personality, which he normally shows only to cover those in need with his steel body, but his vast belief is that he is worth nothing, that he is just a killing machine and nothing more. He does not present his deepest sufferings and low opinion of his worth in front of others, he does not seek attention, because who could see anything more than a beast, when he himself sees nothing else?

Therefore, when his dark eyes would finally show interest in someone in a way that had been marked as impossible for him, the Pandora's box of his torments would open. Nicolas would watch you from afar, calm, curious, absorbing your every move and words from your lips, drowning in an unfamiliar sea of feelings rising in his strong chest.He wouldn't understand what was going on, why you aroused so much interest in him, but he knew he enjoyed every moment when you were in front of his eyes.

It is interesting that from the beginning he would not look at you lustfully as men otherwise do. Not because he has no desire to run his big palms along the lines of your body, to cross along the soft parts that would wake up a different kind of beast in him, no, but because your personality is more interesting to him than your naked body for now, after all, that's what made you different from everyone else and made him come out of his darkness that dwell in his mind and approach the light he had believed for so long that it would not shine for him.

You would have your own private body guard, and you wouldn't even know it. He would follow you when he was able to, merging with the shadows of the roofs in his black suit, footsteps as light as a cat's, eyes glued to you. But Nicolas isn’t a stalker, he doesn’t do this because he needs to feed his deranged desire to watch you, he just wants to make sure you’re safe. The city you live in has claws on every corner, and you wouldn't even be aware of how many times he stopped the scum lurking from the dark corners with his massive body, going straight for the throat, his katana slicing every danger that dared come near you.

The progress of your relationship would go painfully slow due to his “low value of his life” philosophy. Also, Nicolas would never ask for help from others around him, he keeps his problems to himself. Furthermore, he doesn't even need advice, he knows how to approach a woman, he knows better than anyone how to treat one, even though he the list of his lovers was not long because no one showed the deeper side to him that made him feel the way he feels for you, how a drop of water on his palm is nothing compared to how he would treat you if he managed to expresses his true feelings.

A person who never had a gentle touch on his cheek, when finally given the opportunity, becomes devoted to his partner for life. You would literally become his reason for living. The power you would have over him was unexplainable. He would run to you like a wounded puppy every time you two are apart, showing only to you his true colors. And those are a kind, loyal, caring man that desires nothing more than to hold you glued on his muscular chest, his broad shoulders and strong back like a mountain leaning over you to protect you from the world, closing his eyes and absorbing the soft touch on his skin like dry ground absorbs the water. The only problem is, he didn't see how someone as perfect as you would even look at someone like him, a wild animal.

His distorted view of himself is what creates the problem, and once you finally realize what the obstacles are in the way of your relationship and decide to give him signs that make it clear how you feel, you would hit the jackpot, but again, in time.

Why isn’t the list of his lovers long? Believe me, it is not because Nicolas did not have chances. Even thought he is a high ranked Twilight, his sharp jaw line, tempting deep dark eyes, muscular torso that is not so well hidden under that white shirt that expresses his stone hard biceps even more, and the mysterious vibes he radiates, makes him more than desirable. Women would love to have him between their legs to feel all that might, drain him from his passionate and sexual gifts. But Nicolas does not find the pleasure of taking on one night stands, doing something meaningless just for the cheap pleasure of the body. Far from the fact he does not have that needs, he does, deep and wild ones actually, and that is the pure reason why he does not indulge in them with strangers for a quickie. He wants a woman who will give as much as he gives her, and make him feel more than just his blood hitting his lower body. The mixture of passion and desire is what he wants, and the one who will get it will discover just how crafty he really is in the sheets.

After approaching you slowly, being there first as an acquaintance, making his way up to “a friend” when he always was there when you needed some help, acting like he is doing it just because, nothing more, but his act would fall as a house of cards every time you would smile and thank him, then he would nervously scratch the back of his head, wave his hand at you to show you “it was nothing” then leave. But surprise, surprise, he would be there the next day, “by coincidence” passing by places you are at, because he has a job nearby.

The thing that would push him to finally make the crucial step , would probably be jealousy or quarrel. Seeing you getting hit on by other men and fearing he would lose you, made him act on instinct, hunt down the thing you need, but this time with your heart. But, the most likely, he would seal the deal when you two would have a first argument that included your safety. When he politely tried to talk you out of (sign you) something that seemed dangerous to him. When you would not listen and the argument would started to heat up and you would just try to leave, he would grab onto your forearm, firmly but with caution, pulling you back and crashing his lips on yours. His heart pounding in his ears, body tensed as his warm lips finally give away his state of heart and mind. The cutest thing would be, when you actually return the kiss, pushing your fingers into his raven hair, his eyes would open in shock, like he did not expect it, but soon would close again in delightful feeling that he did not know till now, and he locks you into a hug that radiates safety and devotion.

When it comes to sex, Nicolas is the man who’s talents make you believe he has a gift of God. Not only that his other senses got sharper because of his inability to hear, so his eyes and hands find the sensitive spots you even did not know you had, feeling how your body reacts, from the vibration of your moans and tensing and shivering of your body to his huge dick reaching the points inside you that no one else before him did.

His hands would rest on your throat, absorbing your moans through the waves of your voice on your skin. They would travel from your tits to your ribs and abdomen, so he can feel the pleasure consuming you and pouring out of you through the movements of your body.

He would explore your every inch with his lips, to find all of the sweet sports that he will use to make you insane. His fingers would fill your mouth so he can feel when you bite on them from the raging satisfaction when he fucks you, so he learns what gets you crazy fast, using it against you every time.

Needless to say, his dick matches his body, so you better believe he is big. His thick delight about 8.5 inches long, the veins popping out, filling his tip with blood, making it pulsate and ready for action. And once he is in, believe that no one will be able to fill you the same way as him.

There is one tricky thing. Nicolas likes it rough, but is aware of how strong he is, so he stays careful, holding back sometimes so his insanely strong thrusts do not break you. But he is a slave to your teasing, when you ask him to speed up, shaping his name with your rosy lips and licking them to show him just how much you want to be fucked like his little whore. His hands crush upper part of the bed as he grips it with his full strength, speeding up his slams, but still being on guard. It is just a matter of your provocation to see how far he will go.

Another cute thing about Nicolas is, he uses protection, well at least he tries to before you demand his bare meat in you. Why he does it? Because he is caring and wants you to always be protected, even in this way, to show how much he respects you and your decisions. Also, he will not argue when you show him that you want his flesh naked on yours, his thick cock buried inside your warm cunt without any rubbers to fuck up the feeling.

So, to sum up, Nicolas Brown does not lack experience or knowledge how to treat or please a woman, in fact, he is a golden ticket to a train of guaranteed happiness. But to find that valuable pearl of his emotions you have to go through the hard surface of that shall of his, made of his believes that he is not worthy of a happy ending. But hay, to win a priceless treasure, it is worth the hard work.

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zedecksiew · 3 years

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Kriegsmesser

When I received Kriegsmesser in the mail I finally googled "kriegsmesser", and found out it meant "war knife". Which makes sense; Gregor Vuga's ZineQuest 2021 project is a tribute to "roleplaying games named after medieval weapons".

I love Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay's piss-renaissance Old World setting. I tend to pick up WFRP-a-likes sight unseen:

Warlock (quality);

Small But Vicious Dog (yesss);

Zweihander (which I have come to hate); etc.

Anyway: I backed Kriegsmesser without really knowing anything about it. So Kriegsmesser surprised me.

Kriegsmesser grew out of a Troika! cutting. Its 36 backgrounds are compatible with that system: each come with a couple of lines of description; a list of skills and possessions; an a visual cameo cropped from actual 16th-Century woodcut art.

Cohesive and competently flavourful. My favourite is the Labourer, who always starts with "an empty pine box":

"You've spent your life breaking your back, working hard for other people's profit. You have nothing to show for it but a spectre of the future."

(The obligatory ratcatcher-analogue , called the Vermin Snatcher, is here -- check that box!)

Kriegsmesser also comes with its own ruleset. Hits all the notes it needs to, with lots of orientation and advice for how to run a game -- but ultimately super-simple, mechanically:

Roll d6s equal to the value in a relevant skill, look at the highest result. 6 means you get what you want; 5 or 4 means you get what you want, at a cost.

It's not quite a dice pool, since only the highest result matters. No opposed tests.

Kriegsmesser intends to have this base mechanic handle fights, too. The combat rules - with armour, toughness and weapon values -- are nested in an optional section.

For a WFRP-a-like, this feels like a purposeful departure.

Many of WFRP's most celebrated adventures are celebrated for bits that their underlying ruleset does little to support: the investigative structure of "Shadows Over Bogenhafen"; the complicated timetable of "Rough Night At Three Feathers".

Ludwig von Wittgenstein never needed a statblock to be memorable.

Not to say that lethal, hyper-detailed fights isn't super Warhammer-y. (Kriegsmesser includes an injury table, broken down by body-part -- check that box!)

But here it feels like Gregor is saying: "I'm not Games Workshop and Roleplay isn't an ancillary of Warhammer Fantasy Battle; we can evoke grim-and-perilous-ness even if we fork away from heavy combat rules."

It has become ritual for me to read my partner Sharon to sleep.

Sometimes I read her RPG things. The other night, after I read her Kriegsmesser's introduction --

" The Empire wages an eternal war against Chaos. Its priests preach of Chaos as an intrusion, something unnatural ... These men see Chaos in anything that does not buttress their rule. They call it disorder, anarchy, corruption. They say that to rebel against their order is to rebel against god and nature. That the current arrangement is natural, rather than artificial.

" Meanwhile, the common people look to the Empire to deliver the justice that they were promised and they find none. They look to the Empire and do not see themselves reflected in it. They look around at what they were taught was right and good and see only misery.

" Their world begins to unravel. Chaos comes to reside in every heart and mind sound enough to look at the world and conclude it is broken. "

-- Sharon remarked: "Nice one."

The RPG things I read her generally leave Sharon lukewarm. She has enjoyed a couple -- but, yeah: for many of these books, text isn't their strong point.

Kriegsmesser is the only time I can recall Sharon praising the writing of an RPG book without my prompting.

Nice one.

That introduction surprised me. It underlines Kriegsmesser's biggest departure from its WFRP-a-like pedigree: how it characterises Chaos.

Corruption, a mainstay of most grim-dark-y games, is made an optional rule, like combat. Explaining this, Gregor writes:

" Kriegsmesser partially subverts or deconstructs the traditional conceit of Warhammer where the characters are threatened by the forces of Chaos. In this game it is the player characters who are the agents of 'Chaos': they are likely to become the 'rats' under the streets, and the wild 'beast-men' in the woods bringing civilisation down. It's the Empire and its nobles and priests that are corrupt ... "

Describing the Empire, Gregor writes:

" The Empire encompasses the world yet is terrified of the without. It enforces itself with steel and fire yet considers itself benevolent. It consumes the labour of others with bottomless hunger yet calls its subalterns lazy, or wasteful, or greedy. "

Holy shit this is the first time I've seen the word "subaltern" in an RPG thing, I think?

I love this.

Rant incoming:

With every passing decade Warhammer abridges its Moorcockian roots more and more; nowadays it is "Order = Good" and "Chaos = Evulz", pretty much.

Gone are the days when chaos berserkers are implied to grant safe passage to the helpless (because Khorne is as much a god of martial honour as he is a god of bloodletting); Or that the succor of Papa Nurgle is a genuine comfort to the downtrodden; Or that Tzeentch could unironically embody the principle of hope, of change for the better.

As Chaos is distilled into unequivocal villainy, Order goons get painted as Good Guys by default --

Giving rise to Warhammer's contemporary problem, wherein fans are no longer able to recognise satire.

When I was introduced to 40K, it seemed pretty clear that the Imperium was a Brazil-esque absurdist-fascist bureaucratic state: planets are exterminatus-ed due to clerical error; the way it stamps out rebellions is the reason why rebellions begin in the first place.

Tragi-comic grimdarkness. That was the point.

Nowadays that tone has shifted -- and you're more likely than not going to encounter a 40K fan who argues that the Imperium's evils are a justified necessity, to prevent worse wrongs.

We went from:

"Space Nazis because insane dumbass fuckery, also chainswords vroom vroom rule of badass!"

To:

"Space Nazis because it makes sense actually, and also chainswords make sense because [insert convoluted rationalisation here]."

Even Fantasy Flight's Black Crusade line, which ostensibly offers a look at 40K from the perspective of Chaos, never truly commits to its conceit.

With prep you could play a heroic band of mutant freedom fighters, resisting the tyranny of the Evil Imperium --

But I don't remember Black Crusade giving that kind of campaign any actual support. Its supplements service the relatively more conventional "You can play villains!" angle; the Screaming Vortex is a squarely Daemons-vs-Daemons setting.

This tonal drift culminates, in my mind, with Age of Sigmar, Games Workshop's heroic-fantasy replacement of the old WFRP / WHFB setting.

Here's the framing narrative for AoS's recently-launched Third Edition. Let's see whether I've got things right:

A highly professionalised, technologically-superior tip-of-the-spear fighting force (the Stormcast Eternals);

Backed by an imperialist military-industrial complex (Azyrheim);

"Liberating" rich new territories (Ghur) for exploitation by a civilised settler culture (Settlers of Sig-- I mean, Free Cities);

Justified because the locals are irredeemable heathens (Chaos and Kruleboyz).

I mean, that's a sweet-ass Warhammer setting. It's contemporary, laser-guided lampoon. Except it is played totally straight.

In AoS, a literal crusade is justified as the moral good.

I think Kriegsmesser surprised me because its framing of Chaos -- as a promise, as the light of hope shining through cracks of a broken world --

It feels so fucking right.

Yes: its a subaltern deconstruction of the conventional moral universe of Warhammer -- but it is a take that is also already implied / all but supported in the various depictions of the setting: from WFRP to the modified title-crawl of Black Crusade.

I'm annoyed I didn't think of it, myself. Damn you, Gregor!

And I'm annoyed that more Warhammer fans aren't thinking it, also.

lmagine if Kriegsmesser's perspective stood on equal standing as the GW orthodoxy. Imagine if, instead of simplifying stuff into "Order = Good" and "Chaos = Evulz", GW did a Gregor Vuga.

You'd have a Rashomon-ed Warhammer, where villainy depends on perspective:

You are fearful villagers, huddled around your priest, muttering prayers against the wild braying coming from the trees beyond your gates.

You are Aqshyian tribeswomen, defying the thunder warrior towering over you, the foreigner demanding you bow to his foreign god.

You are a Tzeentchian revolutionary cell, desperately trying to disrupt a Inquisitor's transmissions so your home planet isn't destroyed by fascist orbital fire.

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How do you think the pillar men would react to a s/o who’s pretty innocent and a loveable ray of sunshine? Just the sweetest soul ever. Never having any ill intentions towards anyone ever, even if they’re mean to her. S/o has a lot of empathy and is just Disney princess level of kindness and nurturing. Sorry if that’s specific. I just always love the trope for couple that are opposites attract.

Did you mean: H O L L Y K U J O ???

Holly: Jotaro, make sure you eat all your vegetables 🥰 Jotaro: *is about to tell her to F*** off* All 4 of his new Pillarmen step-dads: 😡😡😡😡 Jotaro: *sweating* Yes Mom... 😰

I agree, dear Anon, I'm a bit of a sucker for big intimidating Pillarmen with a sweet little mate ❤❤❤ I'm even more of a sucker for writing it! 🥰😇😘 Please enjoy!

The Pillarmen (separate) with a sweet and nurturing s/o...

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• From the moment he first met you, your kindness was baffling to Kars.

• Even before you two had begun a proper relationship, he took notice that you were always dotting on him.

• Sometimes when he was up in his study, spending hours at his desk as he worked away at piles of paperwork, you would pop in to check up on him every so often with a mug of tea for him in hand; brewed hot and black with no sugar, just the way he liked it.

• Somehow you just always knew what he liked and how he liked it.

• You often brung along a comfortable blanket to drape over his shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to his temple as you asked him if he needed anything else and encouraged him to take a break if and when he needed it.

• Nothing prompted you do do these things, he never once asked you for anything really, but it seemed as if you went out of your way to show a little kindness every time.

• Kars knew himself to be a cold creature but you were a person who made his frosty heart thaw with the warmth you radiated.

• As a man who considered nature precious life, he found himself admiring how unbelievably good you were with Animals.

• In fact, they just seemed to flock to you!

• Once, when you both went to an Animal shelter to look for a pet to adopt, Kars turned his back for only a minute and came back to find that you had somehow coaxed the meanest and mangiest old cat there into your lap.

• The shelter workers stood there absolutely gobsmacked as they watched the animal, that had scratched and hissed at and bitten anyone and everyone who had even dared to come near it, cuddling in your arms and purring like a kitten.

• "Aren't you just the sweetest thing?~" You giggled, lovingly running a hand on the cats bristly old fur as it rumbled contently, its purr was like a running motor. "What a pretty kitty you are!"

• Kars could only smile softly to himself as you both left the shelter that day with the mean old cat you were still lovingly cradling in your arms.

• He had to admit, even though he was thousands of years old and an Ultimate lifeform; you somehow felt like you were much higher above him, like a benevolent and virtuous Queen.

Esidisi:

• Your sweet and motherly nature was the very first thing to make Esidisi absolutely head over heals for you.

• There were times you made his heart swell to the point of it hurting when he watched you waltz around the house, singing a happy tune as you did chores or cooked.

• Even though you knew he didn't necessarily need to eat, you always questioned if he was hungry and offered to make him food.

• And it was always delicious homemade food at that!

• You absolutely brought life to every room you passed through and it pulsed through everything you made.

• It was as if everything you touched left behind a little magic in his eyes.

• Once, when you two were still in the stages of getting to know one another, you happened to witness him have one of his crying fits for the first time.

• Esidisi had been very stressed that day and of course, it all overwhelmed him and came out in a flood of tears.

• Immediately, you dropped the laundry you were folding the second you heard him start to sob from the other room and ran to see what was going on.

• "Oh my goodness, what happened?" You questioned, coming towards him quickly.

• Even through his barrage of tears, he didn't miss the genuine concern in your voice and the worry etched into your face as you lowered yourself on your knees in front of him, taking his tearstreaked face gently into your hands.

• "Do you need a hug? We can hug!" You told him, opening your arms to him with no hesitation whatsoever as he struggled to get an explanation out through his bawling.

• The way you rubbed his back, crooning for him to take deep breaths, was something that would stay with him forever as usually people tended to just stand back and gawk at him when he was having a meltdown.

• You hardly even knew him and there you were, comforting him and letting him cry all over you as if you had known him your whole life!

• Each time he spent his evenings with his arms wrapped around you as you cooked supper, both of you singing, he was honestly starting to think he had fallen in love with a Goddess in disguise.

Wamuu:

• You were the only person in the world who could make Wamuu, the greatest and fiercest warrior who ever lived, turn into a shy and blushing mess.

• The way you gently touched his arm and smiled up into his face as you spoke to him, asking him if he was hungry or tired after a long day of training, never failed to make this hardened Pillarman turn to mush.

• Your voice was like music to his ears, as if your words always held a secret song.

• When you did things for him, no matter how small on your part, he could always tell it was done purely out of love.

• "I thought you would get cold going out this time of year, so I made you a scarf and mittens!" You said with a smile, presenting him with the hand-knitted treasures one cold winters day when he was getting ready to leave the house.

• Wamuu was never a person to wear clothes at all. In fact, he would never be cold or hot or uncomfortable in any climate in the slightest being an Ultimate lifeform.

• But still, he stared at the folded scarf and mitts with wide eyes, holding them in his hands like one would a baby bird.

• He had seen you knitting on the couch these past few nights, smiling softly to yourself as you hummed and put love in every stitch. He had honestly thought nothing of it at the time but now it all made sense.

• You had spent all your free time making these... just for him?

• From that moment on, whenever he and the other Pillarmen went outside in the snow (doing God-knows-what), you can bet that he was wearing that scarf and mittens.

• With nothing else but his loincloth, of course.

• When the others questioned him as to why he was wearing such ridiculous attire when he had no need for them, he simply stood there with his head held high; his scarf swaying in the wind as he clenched his mittened hands into fists at his sides.

• "With all due respect my Masters; my beloved bride made these for me." He said calmly, the corners of his lips quirking into a soft smile as their expressions morphed into ones of disbelief. "And believe me when I say that I cherish them as much as I cherish her."

• The warrior actually felt a little boost in his pride seeing the little gleam of jealousy in his companions' eyes at his words.

• It only fed his little ego more when he showed up one day with a new knitted hat with a fuzzy pom-pom on top and Esidisi actually cried and asked if you could make one for him too.

Santana:

• Santana had always rightfully believed that all Humans were the same; loud, annoying, primitive, cruel, dangerous...

• That was until he fell in love with you of course.

• You were a kind of Human he wasn't aware existed, a very soft and loving kind.

• You just seemed to radiate feelings that touched his very soul; like a bouncy ball of sunshine.

• If anyone had ever done something even borderline disrespectful to Santana, he wouldn't put hesitate them in their rightful place (in his stomach that was) but you on the other hand; you always brushed any rude behavior from another off with a smile.

• Always curious, Santana often found himself hanging around in the background, watching you carry out your housework routine.

• You didn't mind this of course, you always assured him that you liked his company.

• Sometimes you even lovingly referred to him as your shadow.

• "Would you like to help, Santana sweetie?" You asked him with a smile as you peered over your shoulder; you were rolling out and cutting homemade cookie dough to bake.

• He noticed you were always so patient, praising him for the littlest things; guiding his hands with the rolling pin, showing him how to flour the cutter and carefully peel away the outline of the shapes.

• "A star for my star," you beamed, holding up a warm star shaped sugar cookie for him to take when you had pulled them from the oven.

• He blinked as you waved the freshly baked cookie in his face, taking it carefully.

• A little smile curled around the pastry when you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, thanking him for his help.

• You and only you could make him feel tingles from the insides out.

• One of his most favourite routines with you was when you sat on the couch on your phone or watching T.V at night; where you'd invite him to lay his head in your lap.

• Your melodic voice could only be compared to a Princess', your little fingers combing out the tangles of his thick red hair as you hummed to him or talked to him about his day before he was lulled to sleep by it all.

• Your sweetness, your warmth, your empathy; it gave him a hope for Humanity he never had before he met you...

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Reflections of a Mad Man

In my analysis “Through a Mirror Darkly”, I described how Runeard is a unique Disney main antagonist to be an evil counterpart to not only a heroic character, but to another main antagonist, that being Hans. Between the events that occur in both Frozen and Frozen II, I see that Runeard is arguably a dark reflection to Agnarr, his own son, his granddaughters, Elsa and Anna, and as I said, to Hans, another evil monarch.

Agnarr:

Both were kings of Arendelle.

Both held a fear of magic, which ultimately caused them to lose their lives.

Both married a woman from a different land with whom they had children.

However, Agnarr was able to look past Elsa’s magic and still love her as his daughter and a person, rather than his heir, along with his other daughter Anna and wife Iduna, both of whom he also genuinely loved. His fear of magic was well-intentioned because Elsa accidentally injured Anna with her ice powers due to having trouble controlling them. Agnarr was also determined to protect his daughters, which he did by separating them, and to help Elsa learn to control her magic to prevent further accidents.

On the other hand, Runeard's fear of magic was entirely self-centered because he viewed it as a threat, but only to himself rather than his servants and subjects. He blamed all of his problems, including those that happened in Arendelle, on magic because he did not want to accept responsibility for these problems and his own misdeeds, and instead took the easy way out by blaming magic since magic cannot defend itself. Additionally, Runeard never even loved Rita and Agnarr and only saw them as assets to his status and Arendelle based on their own royal positions. He forcefully married Rita to create an alliance with her kingdom and increase his power and rank, and became annoyed and impatient when she grew sad over missing her home and yearning for freedom. When Rita left Arendelle for good, Runeard scolded Agnarr for weeping over her absence and lied to him about her being carried off by "evil spirits". He subsequently assigned Lieutenant Mattias to be Agnarr’s official guard so he wouldn’t have to be responsibility for Agnarr’s well-being himself.

Therefore, Runeard serves as a dark example of what Agnarr could have become if his father was much more personally involved in raising him.

His older granddaughter Elsa:

Both are very powerful monarchs who were the sole rulers of Arendelle (Elsa never married, while Rita eventually abandoned Runeard, leaving him as the only ruler of the kingdom).

Both kept big secrets about themselves from their kingdom, which related to their deep-rooted fear of magic.

However, Elsa feared her own magical powers since she believed that she would harm innocent people with them if she lost control, especially the people she loved. Eventually, she overcame her fear and learned to trust herself and others, despite her powers.

On the contrary, Runeard feared magic because he considered it to be a great threat and competition to his royal status and power, and to be something that made people think they were so powerful that they would defy or challenge a monarch like himself. His fear twisted into paranoia, hatred, and bigotry, which clouded and corrupted his judgment over trusting people and giving them a chance if they were magical or had magical ties. Because the Northuldra follow magic, it was that reason alone that Runeard flatly refused to ever give them a chance and believed they could never be trusted.

Therefore, Runeard serves as a dark parallel of what Elsa might have become if she allowed her fear to consume her.

His younger granddaughter Anna:

Both are rulers of Arendelle.

Both lose and/or face a disconnection from a family member due to magic. Runeard’s wife Rita leaves him after having her memories of him erased by Pabbie in order to freely exit their loveless marriage, and Anna is separated from Elsa after accidentally being injured by her, then loses her parents when they drown while trying to cross the Dark Sea to find Ahtohallan.

However, despite their separation, Anna still loved Elsa and yearned to reconnect with her. When Elsa’s powers were revealed, Anna held no spite, fear, or bigotry towards her sister, even for being magical, and instead sought to help her. She is also a very selfless extrovert who loves people, not just her sister and parents, but her servants and the citizens in her kingdom, and is always willing to help them, without holding any kind of prejudice towards those in different social classes.

At the same time, Runeard held a great amount of wrath and prejudice towards magic and anyone with ties to magic, with one of his reasons being because he blamed it for Rita leaving him. This made him instantly distrust people or beings who had anything to do with magic and stubbornly refuse to give them a chance. Since Runeard only cared about himself and the power and social rank his position as king gave him, he looked down on everyone else, especially people of the lower classes, including his servants, family, and the Arendellian citizens. He never truly cared about his wife and son or for the welfare of his people, so any concerns he ever had were only selfishly for himself.

Therefore, Runeard serves as a dark counterpart of what Anna would have become if she gave up on Elsa and learned to develop prejudice and fear towards magic.

Hans:

Both men are monarchs who are very obsessive, manipulative, ruthless, and cruel, but fool the public by pretending to be kind, charismatic, trustworthy, and benevolent in order to gain the trust and loyalty of people just for their own personal, but selfish, interests and benefits.

Both are also very power-hungry individuals who only care about about the power they have/crave, and have no qualms about committing treachery and murder to get what they want and protect their power.

Both sneak up on people sitting on the ground and try to murder them with their swords since they view those as standing in the ways of their goals. But while Hans failed to kill Elsa due to Anna’s intervention, Runeard successfully killed the Northuldra leader.

Therefore, Runeard is what Hans could have become if he had successfully murdered both Elsa and Anna and been crowned king of Arendelle.

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