#could anyone who sees such beauty in the life of other creatures have killed anyone 🤗

[artist-issues]

And another thing—the whole premise of Asha’s motivation, her whole character, is that she believes the people of Rosas deserve “more” than what Magnifico is giving them.

And I’ve already made posts about how that’s already kind of lame, because the movie doesn’t give you a good look at the citizens of Rosas really “suffering” because of Magnifico. They’re not all dull, or diffident, or zombies or anything. So she’s not really rescuing them from anything too bad, in that sense.

But that’s not the point of this post.

The point of this post is that Asha believes all the wishes in Rosas deserve the chance to come true, because she believes that all the intentions of the people in Rosas are basically good…she believes they’re all basically good people.

All their wishes are, therefore, good, harmless wishes.

But that’s so boring. And untrue. Not all wishes are good! Very few of the things we choose to wish for are the best things we could choose to wish for. And even less of the things people wish for are what they actually need.

Wish makes a lame attempt at the end, with the clunky Peter-Pan background character, to suggest that what the people of Rosas were missing was a work ethic to achieve their dreams, and collaborate with others, themselves. But it’s lame. And still not compelling. Because not everybody has good wishes. In fact, almost ALL of Disney’s best stories are about a character wishing for something that isn’t completely good for them. I already made a post that was kind of about this, but seriously. Having characters who want something, then discover that something is not so good for them, or something else would be even better, is one of Disney’s trademark tools for making compelling characters and adventures.

Flynn, in Tangled, just wanted to live a life of ease where nobody could bother him or take anything from him. And you know, he’s an orphan. They explained why he has that bad wish, because of his life and the circumstances that made him how he is—so we understand. We don’t hate him for having a bad wish. We get it. But then it’s wonderful to watch him learn to wish for something better! That’s a big chunk of the story! Just like how Rapunzel wished to see the floating lights, because it meant exploring and understanding the world. Not a bad wish, but not everything she could’ve had. Love, with Flynn, was an even better wish.

You could do this with villains, too, as the opposite. You can say,

Gaston had a bad wish. He wished to have Belle, simply because she was the most beautiful girl in town and he felt like he “deserved” her as the most beautiful man in town—and didn’t want to settle for second-best. And he has plenty of evidence to look at in order to recognize that his wish is bad, it’s not good for anyone including him—he has Belle’s selfless love for her father, the Beast’s refusal to fight back, and other adoring girls who would love to have him. But he won’t let it go. He won’t give up his wish or change it to something good—because he won’t acknowledge that it’s bad. So you have a great villain.

You get lots of great villains that way. Having bad wishes, but refusing to give them up. I mean, every Disney villain has a dream too, you guys realize that? And Disney had no problem saying “some wishes are bad” then. So they had strong characters with believable motivations/performances and a gripping story. Plus, actual impactful morals.

Stitch realizing his wish to destroy is bad, and changing it to a wish for family, like what Lilo and Nani have.

Clayton wishing he could “conquer” Africa, right down to selling its most fearsome creatures, right down to refusing to give up in a fight with Tarzan and winding up getting killed for it.

Hercules changing his wish from being a god to being on earth with Meg, because that’s a better fulfillment of his previous wish, which was just to find where he belongs.

Cruella refusing to change or give up her bad wish for a fur-skinned coat made from the pelts of the pets of the friends who insulted her.

The fairies continually giving up their wishes to do what’s best for Aurora and the kingdom—they give up their magic when it fails to undo Maleficent’s curse, then they give Aurora herself back to her real parents even though they’ve loved her, then they put the whole kingdom full of their friends to sleep to spare them the heartbreak of losing Aurora.

I mean, you could think of this as Part II of my earlier post, but what I’m saying is, Wish doesn’t acknowledge one of the most fundamental things about Disney stories: wishes aren’t always good, and they’re not always good for the people making them.

I get that Magnifico was taking away the chance for Rosas to find that out for themselves. No character in Rosas gets to go on their own journey of “is my wish worth getting.” But basing a movie off of that set them up for a boring movie. The whole concept of forgetting the wish you have, but it was probably good/harmless, makes the characters stop being characters, and the story super bland.

The only character that has a wish that he tries to make come true and has to choose to either keep or let go of is Magnifico—and his wish is “maintain absolute power.” Not even the Evil Queen had a wish that was that one-dimensional and bland—at least she had something personal in there. Magnifico doesn’t have a backstory or a personality that hints at a backstory which would explain his being a control-freak. He just has a burnt tapestry hanging on a wall that he sometimes glances at and says super vaguely, “nobody should ever have to live with their wish not coming true!” What wish, Magnifico? What did you wish for that you didn’t get? Say something that makes you real to me, or else I don’t care. Like everything else in this movie.

#Wish #Wish 2023 #wish hate #wish love #wish critique #critique #2023 movies #animation #animated movies #animated movies 2023 #notmydisney #meta #Tarzan #101 Dalmatians #Lilo & stitch #stitch #Hercules #Meg #megara #Disney renaissance #sleeping beauty #Asha #Magnifico

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Not a monster

Daryl Dixon x reader

A Beauty and the Beast inspired fic requested by @deansapplepie. Hope you enjoy!

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No one ever initially believed you were the head of the hunting crew.

You looked more like someone who'd work an office with how undamaged your skin was and how neat your hair looked.

But that quickly changed when you took the new guys out for their first trip after training.

The group set out early, trekking through the forest and taking out stray walkers to avoid herds forming.

The new guys in the back joked about everything, not taking the trip serious at all after being briefed about the monster living in the cabin ehat hunted these grounds as well.

There were lots of walkers flooding into the area lately, which made the new guy stepping into one of the beast's traps and screaming out in pain even worse than it would be.

Walkers piled out of the greenery around you and your group was easily outnumbered. Behind you one of your teammates screamed in terror and a shot was fired, hearing a roar in the distance signaling the beast was near as well, and it wouldn't be happy just being shot.

While the beast circled your location, its leg healing over time the walkers were taking out your crew one by one. As the horse shrunk with every single one you and your best fighters took out, your group thinned out as well to the point of having to run.

You figured out which direction the beast was in and bolted for the other end of the woods with the two remaining members of your squad.

But that didn't last long as one got grabbed ny a walker and the other one stumbled and suffered the same fate of becoming dinner. In the second of distraction you disn't see the cabin coming into view signaling you were about to run back into a minefield of traps set to keep not only the dead out, but humans as well.

With one wrong step your ankle got caught and twisted, dropping you to the floor and wincing in pain. Backing up against a tree to hide from any and all creatures was your best option while you dug through your pack only to remember the medkit was on the one guy who now stumbled along between the dead.

Heavy steps caught your attention as the massive form of the beast came into view. Slow strides as you held your gun pointed right at it, breaths evening out and ready to take the shot as you dropped the gun with a sigh.

Why even shoot the thing? Yeah it was a monster but now that you gave it a thought, you had never seen it kill anyone.

Okay no it did. It killed the guy who shot it just now. But the rest of your crew was offed by walkers, not by the beast.

The beast saw you drop the gun and noticed your hurt ankle and empty bag. He could easily take you out and end your hunting. God knows how many times he had to jank a bolt out of his being after you had caught up with him. But killing you would be a waste. He had heard you talk about him. Pass on the lies that she had been fed herself and made to believe to be true. He never wanted war. He just wanted to be left alone and live in his woods wirhout humans hunting him because he looked different and couldn't speak.

The beast kept approaching. Had you made the last mistake of your life? You hid your face and peeked between your fingers as it stalked closer, readying to pounce. You winced as it set off.

But the crunching and snarling came from behind you, amd you clearly weren't dead.

Turning to look behind the tree you saw it tear into a walker and throw it into another one. His claws dug through the rotting bodies with ease and snatched up your now undead friend only to crush his skull and take the pack he carried into its maw and shaking voilently until it detached from the body.

You followed its movements as it returned to your location and dropped the pack at your feet, but to no avail as you passed out only a second later.

You woke up way more comfortable than you expected, in a large pile of soft furs next to a softly burning fireplace. You stirred and turned around to take in your surroundings but in all honesty had no idea where you were. You spotted borh your pack and the one your friend carried the medkit in off to the side, and the whole place looked almost like a luxurious vacation cabin.

Wait. A cabin..

You shot up, letting out a pained cry and remembering you hurting your ankle. You took the pelt off your legs and saw your ankle all bandaged up messily.

You decided to stay seated and give the place a proper once over.

Above the fireplace hung a large deer skull and antlers decorated the surrounding walls along with different hides that served as curtains.

Bones served as handles, or candle holders wrapped together with twine. There were chairs and a table but those were against a wall and covered in items, clearly not being used. Behind you fhe sound of a door opening startled you as the cabin's owner made its way in. You were close to tears with how scared you were, now seeing the beast up close and personal.

In its clawed hand it held rabbits. Fur bloody and necks snapped.

With a low grumble they were tossed at your feet.

He was a little proud of himself, because if all of this were in other times he’d tell you to starve to death and throw a torn open rabbit on you.

It turned around then, walking over to the other end of the cabin to rummage around before returning to your side with something small in its hand.

Or, something not so small as it was handed to you. It was a knife carved out of animal bone, handed to you so you could skin it and roast it over the fireplace.

The beast moved like a human, just hunched over and a lot less refined. It used its hands like one too, just not as gentle.

"Thankyou." Your voice was quietas you moved off the pile of furs to make sure not to get any blood on them as you skinned the animals for dinner.

You got a low hum in return before it retreated to another pile of furs to lay down on.

After pulling an old rag from your bag you messily skinned one of the animals and stuck it onto your hunting knife, holding it as close to the fire as your hands let you.

You were so focused on not burning your food and hands that you hadn't heard the creature move to lay onto the pile of furs behind you until his hip nudged against your back. The sudden touch spooked you, causing you to drop the knife. Unable to pick it out of the fire without the right tools you sighed in defeat before a claw nudged the knife handle into reach and picked it up in between the thick pads of his fingers.

He had held his gaze on the woman for a while before deciding to join her against his better judgement. He'd never admit it out loud but he was shy. He no longer had his human form to blend in with others and lost rhe ability to speak after living in isolation for so long. He was self consious about his large frame, sharp teeth and pointed claws. Those were signs of a monster. But he wasn't a monster at all. A beast maybe, but no monster but how was he gonna show that.

With all his ovwrthinking he had misjudged hia position and bumped into you, quickly helping you get your dinner out of the fire when you dropped it thanks to his clumsiness.

"Thankyou." Your smile warmed his heart more than the fireplace ever could and he gave a content hum in return.

He kept the rabbit closd to the fire, his paws being way more fire resistant than your hands.

He hoped this act could be seen as a peace offering. A sign that he wasn't a ruthless killer but just a creature that lived near their home. Her strange looking neighbor.

He had seen her hunt, she was so good at what she did and he knew they'd make a fantastic team.

If only he knew how to tell her. So for now he handed her the cooked rabbit and laid down just a little closer against her.

"Thankyou" You had only said that one single word to him three times now, placing a hand in his thick fur without really thinking about it. It felt to soft you absentmindedly started stroking his fur and playing with it, watching how almost your entire lower arm disappeared in the long strands on his neck.

With the rabbit mostly picked clean you put it aside and continued to warm yourself on the beast, now fully aware of your actions and its lack of angry response.

"You're so soft." His ears perked up at your words. "You like being scratched?" He rumbled a positive sounding answer, so you went on. Now that you could get a good look at him you started seeing how gorgeous his blue eyes were. The scar that ran over one side of his face long settled and grey patches that indicated his older age. More scars littered his skin, most of them hidden away under his long fur but others still clearly visible. You traced some with your fingertips and eyed him all over, following the darkest fur that stretched over his spine all the way down to his wrapped up tail. His hindlegs were fhe size of your entire torso and you almost had the urge to move over and squeeze the muscle just to get a feel of how strong his legs were. The muscles in his arms were so well defined , fhe fur shorter and following the lines of his body perfectly. Your hands followed the direction all the way to his large clawed hands that held onto your knife so gently earlier.

"You understand me, don't you?" He nodded yes, rolling over onto his side to look at you as he pointed at himself and then at you. You could see the gears turning behind his eyes. Clearly having no clue how to communicate with you. He pouted like a child and whined as hw couldn't get his words across. You dug around in your pack and managed to pull out scraps of paper and a pencil, offering it to him and wondering if he could write.

He took the pencil from you, looking more like a toothpick in his large paws and tried to scribble something.

It was hard to decypher but you managed to read it.

"Daryl Dixon? That's you?" He nodded again. You gave him your name in ex hange and he sat up next to you, taking a deep breath and preparing for ..something.

He opened his mouth and a noise that vaguely resembled your name came out before a cough rattled him. You fished your canteen from your bag and undid the cap before handing it to him.

The half full canteen that would have lasted you a while was gulped down in seconds but it did help.

But this time instead of trying to thank you with words, he bumped his snout against you and rubbed it on your skin.

When your hand reached up to rub between his ears he picked you up and pulled you against him. Your back hit his chest with a squeal, turning in his grasp the second your sides hit the pile of furs. "So you've always been like this?" You scooted back a little so you could see more than just his grey chin and he shook his head no.

"Were you like me?" He gave it a thought but decided yes was the easiest answer. He had no idea how to explain he got cast out for being different and stuck in this form because of his anger, to this day unable to turn back thanks to the humans that kept the anger burning all this time.

You made a face and moved around, your belt and holsters becoming uncomfortable in this position.

A curious look followed your wiggling hips and a finger came to hook into your belt and pull a bit.

"What?" He pulled softly again and pointed at your pack. Point at pants, point at bag.

"Are you seriously asking me to undress?" You scoffed at him as his eyes went wide, shaking his head no before changing his mind and wiggling his hand in a 'so-so' gesture.

"Get me a blanket and I'll get rid of the uncomfortable layers. Just because I'm not planning on walking out of here on my busted ankle."

He agreed to your request and moved to fetch his prettiest deer pelt for you, fully intending to let you keep it when you decide to leave him again.

He returned with the pelt and offered to drape it over you and when you accepted, gently doing so, letting you squirm out of your jeans and jacket underneath it and tossing the items with your bags.

You pulled the pelt up all the way to your chin, suddenly feeling exposed in just your underwear and a tanktop.

A noise like a laugh left your beastly companion's lips as he again pulled you close to him, keeping the pelt wrapped around your body.

You warmed up in an instant, relaxing against his body and feeling ..safe.

You only now realized that being there, with the beast that you had religiously hunted before, you felt safest when he held you close.

He felt you relax and had to refrain himself from doing what he wished to do.

So he waited for you to turn to face him so his could scoot back and look you in the eyes as he tried to ask you something.

He took a finger and pressed the pad against your lips and then moving it to his as he tilted his head in question.

"You.. you want a kiss?" Daryl carefully nodded in reply, begging he hadn't overstepped. But you only laughed kindly. "What? Are you some kind of prince that needs his curse broken by a kiss? Like in that frog story?"

He rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his back with a huff. Of course he wasn't taken seriously here, but who cared anyways. He turned back and nodded at you. Who knew, maybe someone showing him genuine love would cure his anger and let him shift back.

"Alright then, you. Come here." You lifted your hands to grab at his muzzle so you could give him a kiss. It was soft and quick.

And the next one a little less quick. A large paw reached for your lower back and slowly snuck even lower to pinch your soft flesh while he happily lapped at your lips and cheeks.

A yawn escaped your lips. Even if you didn't do much, today was eventful, and with the warmth Daryl was giving off you could fall right asleep.

He let you turn around before catching you in his arms and slowly drift off to sleep.

In the middle of the night you felt him stir behind you, his breathing heavy before the horrifying sound of bones cracking shook you wide awake. Not daring to turn around you let it all happen, and only when fhe sound died down and all you heard were even breaths you dared to turn around.

Next to you laid a man. Covered in the beast's scars, with his hair the same shade of brown. You couldn't see much more of him in the dim candle light.

He shivered as he laid nude on the furs, so you took the end of your blanket and put it over him, moving closer and warming him up until you fell asleep again.

In the morning you were woken up by a ray of sun deciding to shine right into your eyes.

You whined and stretched, finding your now human companion still sleeping peacefully under the pelt with you.

One part of you wanted to get up and eat, but the other begged to stay right where you were.

The decision ended up being made for you as an arm stretched out and pulled you against a warm torso.

"G'morn." The gruff voice almost startled you, not realising Daryl would be able to speak again in his human form.

"Good morning to your too." You smiled at his tired self, taking in the details of him.

The scar that ran across his eye was even more visible now, and the beard he sported as a beast still there, just shorter but just as grey.

The bits of skin that were visible due to the cover shifting overnight held several inked pieces all over. A heart on his chest, a tiny cross and a cursive text so bled out and faded it held no meaning anymore as well as a small winged creature on his upper arm. You stared for a while and looked back up to find him staring right back at you.

His eyes were still just as blue as before, and it fascinated you how he was easily recognisable even in this form.

He smiled at you. A soft smile, one that showed he was content with his current situation.

"So, I guess either that kiss worked or you're a horrible, lying person." His laugh sounded nice, better than the one from yesterday. You liked this laugh a lot.

"Worked like a charm. Yer kisses were sweet." There was a certain drawl to his speech, but he spoke well for someone who spent his time as a beast and never had anyone to talk to.

Your stomach rumbled and you giggled in embarrasment. Daryl smiled and took the pelt off you to wrap afound himself as he got up and dug around underneath the forgotten table to fish out a box. It seemed to hold clothes, perhaps his own old ones. After he got dressed he gave gou back the warm pelt, but not before giving you a once over.

You watched as Daryl dug through a large basket at the other end of the cabin. When he returned he handed you a large bowl with fruits you recognised as the ones your community grew just outside the walls.

Of course that low fence wouldn't keep him out. You thanked him for what felt like the millionth time.

"Why did you save me? We've been hunting you for ages." Ylu looked down and poked at the apple for a bit.

"Ya were told I was a monster, so ya were scared." He sits down with now, patting your leg so you move for him to sit closer. "Ya ya droped the gun, stopped bein' hostile."

The smallest smile appeared on your face at the real truth of that action. "I had given up. Saw no way out of that. But also something sounded off about a monster being able to set those intricate traps."

You ate as you talked, Daryl stealing some berries and going to roast the leftover rabbit before it started rotting.

Tou liked your home in Alexandria, but still you spent your day thinking of an excuse to go there to pack up and go back home to your beastman.

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I learned that I have way less memory of the original animated movie. I hope this is still good omg.

#sometimes I write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #twd au #twd x reader #werewolves #werewolf

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I’ve been always been obsessed with myths, legends, and fairytales. And one thing that always stood out to me was that how various cultures all seem to have tales about magical women bathing, a man spotting a particular one with interest, and then either marrying her, or dying/having some cursed downfall eventually. So…can I request a story like that…but with a twist of course. Male Yandere X Female Nymph Reader

So broad premise…Darling is a nymph (or some general magical maiden) bathing in a body of water, combing her otherworldly super long hair, and just living her best life. Yandere stumbles across her and starts to stalk her over the course of some time, falls in love with her, etc. But Darling has played this game many times before and thinks this is dumb schmuck nth, and continues her innocent/ignorant/helpless act, thinking that she’ll be able to lure this man to kill him in a few days (for food, riches, or something, idk). What she doesn’t know is that Yandere is a lot more smarter and is also putting on his own act in front of her. Cause the twist is that Yandere is partial/descendent magical creature of some sort, and thus Darling’s magic doesn’t work on him. (He’s also had training resistance against magics of sorts or something). Anyway…confrontation happens, Darling thinks she’s gonna successfully drown him, but Yandere reveals his true colors and does some ritual that binds the two of them together for eternity (like some f-ed up magical matrimony), and of course takes her away to some magical residence? (I don’t know what this man does for a living, nor what his home would be like since I want to leave up what partial/descendant magical creature he is to you) where he proceeds to consummate their eternal marriage. Cause in his head, a magical eternal chain isn’t enough…no this man needs to see lots of babies. The literal “fruits of his love.” (Forgive me…I like babies/pregnancy/breeding/baby trapping in Yanderes. That stuff makes me go feral). Can’t wait to see what magical children are produced from this union. LOL.

This idea just seemed fun to write about…two manipulative main characters, each thinking they have the upper hand. Sorry for the long post. Hope you can have fun with the story! <3

TW: Dubcon, Impregnation kink, drugging, forced marriage, blood,

Monday

Being a water nymph of mixed ancestry is one of your favorite things about yourself. Everyone expects you to be the helpful water nymph to help sailors from sirens. Little did they know that your dad was half-siren. Of course, he didn't show any traits because the gene that makes sirens sirens is on the second X chromosome. So when your half-mermaid-half-nymph mom had you and your five other sisters, every single one turned out to be sirens with the tail of a mermaid and the trustworthy face of a nymph.

The best part is that your innocent face helped you lure sailors. Everyone is warned to be suspicious of the woman with a beautiful face and an alluring voice. Nobody expects their angel of death to be a maiden who looks like they're supposed to help you. This earned you many new bones for decorations and combs. Along with many treasures to keep. Plus, the sea creatures let you live in an otherworldly part of the beach hidden away from humans in return for killing a few fishermen. It is truly the dream of a maiden of the sea.

"La, la, la!" You joke around, playfully singing to a romp of otters.

Your long, pastel, aquamarine, wavy hair blends in with the water. The seashells decorating your hair make it look like your personal halo. Your striking blue eyes look like they could pierce through anyone. Your long dusty lilac, coral, and beige tail swishes in the water.

"So, what should I do next?" You ask the otters, going deeper into the water.

The otters swim up to you, then stop. They all stare at something behind you. You turn around and see nothing. You can't help but roll your eyes. Every so often, some human man will come along and watch you. Then, he'll confess his love to you, hoping you'll be his mythical legend wife. You accept, bring him in for a kiss, then bite him on the jugular or drown him.

"Don't worry, I'll have him gone before the weekend," You whisper to your otters.

You go underwater and swim to your grotto for rest. Planning to kill men takes a lot of work.

Tuesday

You sleep until the morning sun shines through the water. You swim to your spot and do your daily routine.

"Let me the morning sun. So much stuff has to be done," You sing, moving your long hair out of the way to expose your bare breasts.

The old topless mermaid trick. The oldest one in the book and usually worked in luring men to their deaths. You pull yourself out of the water and transform into your human form. Your hair covers your naked backside, and you venture into the woods. You hear a branch move nearby and enact your plan.

"What pretty berries," You say, bending down to show your entire bottom and pussy.

More branches move, and you smirk to yourself. You pop a berry into your mouth, and suddenly, your memory goes blank. When you wake up, your body feels so tired you decide to return to your grotto for the day. When you reached the bed, your demeanor had changed from tired to horny. You couldn't help but pleasure yourself. Every nerve on your pussy felt alive when you stroked and fingered yourself. You were seeing stars and the Milky Way when you came. You fall asleep and transform into your mermaid form.

Wednesday

When you wake up, you swim to your spot again and brush your hair. You don't even notice you're not wearing a top. A flower blooms next to you with a golden comb with a letter.

To the sweetest maiden in the sea,

My love, I've been watching you for a long time. I love the way your being becomes one with nature. Though, you should be careful about what berries you eat. Eat too many random ones, and you might not come back.

Your admirer, L.

You laugh. The love letter is cute. So is the comb. But the flower trick really impressed you. You might get a mage's loot this time instead of some fishermen's or hunters. You brush your hair with the comb, and it shows its magical properties. The comb instantly made your wet hair wavy. Usually, it would take a couple of hours for your hair to get wavy after being in the water. You hum a song while combing your hair and sink into the water while relaxing. The branches rustle and twist into a tall, pale figure looking at you from the brush. You can't see its face. But you can tell it's a man. You wink, and you sink deeper into the water. Flowers bloom a path to the water's edge.

Thursday

You sing a siren's song to lure your suitor to his death faster. Nothing happens except the trees twisting, turning, and breaking. Some even bloomed flowers. When you open your eyes to see the chaos you've done, a hand that's disappearing is reaching out to you. You try to touch it, but it vanishes like it is magic. You groan in disappointment and swim out to sea hoping for something to entertain you.

Friday

Your admirer finally showed himself. He was waiting for you at your spot. His silver hair reached his back, and his skin was so pale it shimmered. His blue-green eyes were mesmerizing.

"Hello, my sweet," The man says, pulling you out of the water. "My name's Lochlan and you're going to be my wife."

"Of course," You lie, sweetly going into his arms.

He carries your merbody in his arms, and you bite him in the jugular. Blood splatters all over the grass. His body tumbles into the water, and you hold his head underwater. Lochlan's body finally stops moving, and you let him sink into the water. You dive in, preparing to rip him apart. You can't see his body. It's gone. A hand shoves some sort of berry paste down your throat, and you gag. He slips a silver ring with a blue gem on your finger.

"Did you seriously think I would die from that? I'm half-fae. I don't die easily," Lochlan says, dragging your merbody to the shore's edge.

Your body feels hot, and you want nothing more than to return to your grotto.

"Feel familiar? You ate the key ingredient in our aphrodisiacs," Lochlan states, holding your body as it transforms into its human form. "Don't worry, you'll feel better later."

His hand keeps a steady hand at teasing your pussy. Your watery home slowly disappearing. You can't take it anymore and cry until you pass out.

Saturday

"Ahh~" You moan, climaxing again from Lochlan's fingers.

"That's it, cum again," Lochlan coos, slowing down his pace as you cum.

Ever since Lochlan took you from your beach, he's been pleasuring you. Turns out that the ring he slipped onto your finger bound you to him as his wife forever. Or at least until he wishes to divorce. But that's not going to happen.

"Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my sweet? How does it feel to be Mrs. Caspian? The next queen of the sea fae," Lochlan asks, taking his fingers out of you and sticking his cock inside you. "I waited for you for so long. You even made a cute show of singing your song just for me. I admit it got to me, but I managed to teleport myself away before it was too late."

"Nessie!" You scream, taking his cock for the 5th time today.

"Keep calling me pet names based on the Lochness monster, and I'll breed you till your stomach bulges," Lochlan growls, thrusting faster and cumming into your pussy again. "I can't wait for you to have our babies. They'll be so powerful they could rule every portion of water on Earth."

Before your wedding ceremony, you were locked inside a room the size of a small closet with Lochland. In his culture, a bride and groom must whisper their secrets to each other, then into a conch shell. Then, the conch shell is sent to sea to start the marriage with no secrets. Though you didn't need to whisper your secrets into a conch shell. Your tears meeting a body of water would automatically send your pain through it.

"Just try it, my pretty pearl. A couple of whispers can't hurt. Besides, I want to start this marriage on the right track," Lochlan pleads, clasping your hands.

You relent and bring the shell to your lips.

"I wish I could be with my sisters and family. I wish I could see my precious otters again. I wish I never met him. I wish I never had to marry him!" You whisper, eventually turning into a yell.

Your yell vibrates through the shell, almost cracking it. Lochlan snatches the conch shell from you as you cry. He looks at you with pity and lets you weep on his chest. He brings the conch shell to his lips and whispers his secret.

"I want to be the best husband for my wife. Even if she hates me for eternity. I want to return to the sea to visit my mermaid mom and her family," Lochlan whispers, noticing you looking at him.

"If I marry you, will you return me to the sea with my family?" You ask, looking into his eyes.

"Of course. Anything for you."

And that's how you got to the present. You and Lochlan fucking in his private underwater palace near both of your families. It was a nice compromise and made you feel more at ease.

"I'm about to cum, Lochy!" You moan, feeling your legs about to give out.

"Me too, my pearl!" Lochlan screams, holding onto your hips tight.

You feel him cum in you one last time and fall to the bed. Lochlan falls on top of you and snuggles with you.

"I love you, my pearl," Lochlan pants, kissing your neck.

Sunday

Lochlan is sitting with you in bed and combing your hair.

"This comb really works wonders on your hair, my pearl," Lochlan compliments, enjoying the golden comb turning your hair into beautiful waves. "Are you doing ok? I know being pregnant in your mermaid form isn't easy."

"I'm fine, Loch. I'm really tired, though," You answer, rubbing your slightly big stomach.

It's been three months since you married Lochlan. Since your honeymoon, you've been pregnant with his kids. Admittedly, he's been a great husband and is making sure your pregnancy is going well. Not only that, but you've been able to see your family.

"Lochlan, can you get me some grouper? Maybe some lobster too? I'm having bad cravings."

"Of course, my sweet."

Lochlan leaves your bed and comes back with a plate of fish and lobster.

"I brought some extra lobster for you. Eat up. You and the babies need nutrients."

"You really care for them, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. A proper king should care for his queen and future heirs. Now, eat. You need to rest during this pregnancy."

Lochlan kisses your head and feeds you.

Headcanon post

#yandere fae #yandere male #yandere boy #yandere smut #yandere dubcon #asks #yandere king

[justmystical]

The Forgotten-6

Pairing: Lucifer x Butterfly!fem!reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel x reader

Warnings: takes place before Hazbin Hotel, Alternative Universe

Navigation /Seven

Lucifer's life was miserable after falling from grace,the worse part is the woman he loved , Lilith abandoned him,she broke it off with him after two thousand years together.

Now he usually just goes with the other deadly sins,mostly going to the Lust ring.He Indulge in temptations of lust after Lilith left him.

He just indulge in alcohol,may have a few hook ups with different succubuses here and there but no one caught his eye to replace the gaping hole Lilith left in his heart.

he thought he wouldn't find anyone to fill the void until...

Lucifer felt tingling sensations, he knew what it meant. He doesn't want to ,but he is force to go because of his Punishment. He can only see the bad side of humanity,he only wanted was best...

He was engulfed in red smoke,he being summoned to the human realm.

He appeared in a dark room,he was standing inside of a pentagram. He was so tired of this,but there was nothing he could do.

He saw a poor baby lamb infront of him,the poor creature has died due a slash to it's throat.

There were a lot of people in cloaks...

"Oh The Great King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar-"a man started by Lucifer cut him out.

"let's cut to the chase, I'm a very busy demon..."to be honest Lucifer knows that this were the same people who always summoned him before...

No wait maybe same bloodline it's been a long time...

"yes my lord!we offer you a bride!a virgin!-"

"I'm not interested...and thsi completely waste my time,a bride?why would you think i needed- you know what I'll just go" he transported out of there a fast as he could.He fell down on his knees near an apple tree.

Seriously!

They killed a poor lamb for what to be fucked by the Devil!, that's an stupid to do.it wasn't even any other lamb , it's a newborn.

This what i get for what i done!

He didn't even he was crying until he felt something wet fell onto his lap. He didn't want any of these,he didn't want to be miserable.

"Please i beg ,i want to be happy..."

He just hugged his knees and sob quietly.He knew someone like him doesn't deserve happiness.

He felt something soft brush his leg,he looked up and saw a...

Cat?

It meowed and went closer to him, usually animals are scared of him, they would snarl and bark.

But this cat seems to persistent to be with him...

He was hesitant in touching the cat,he was trying to reach but he stopped midway.the however leaned forward and his hand touched it's head.

He smiled at this,it was like there was something magical about this cat.

"hello?" He heard a wonderful voice called, it sounded music to his ears (a/n: ears what ears 😭😭)

He then saw a beautiful woman,she has beautiful red long hair, turquoise eyes, red round marks on her cheeks...

It's like mine...

And she was really tall...

"hi?"

from the simple greeting bloomed a friendship, Lucifer saw you as a burst of sunshine in dark times.

He did question of how didn't react to his name, usually they would cower in fear.

But you ,you stayed with him without any fear. The things he like about was you tried to always make me happy or laugh.

But his worst fear came when you looked at him with disgust.

When you saw him in his demon form...

Your the only person that he doesn't want to push away,from all of his mistakes it looks like you were a gift.

He didn't even realize it himself of how important you are to him...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel keekee #x reader #star vs the forces of evil

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hellfire

requested:Reader is a one of Hybern’s strongest sorcerer. She was captured by the night court when the war was over. She saw Azriel during the interrogation and the mating bond snapped. They began to get to know each other and fell in love in secrets. Rhys found out and forbid them from seeing each other. Now it’s Azriel’s choice to choose to follow his own heart or betray his brothers. warning: blood?

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Azriel wasn't sure what had happened. Rhys, Cassian, and he had located the place where Hybern kept the most important players of the army. King's strongest. His main source of strength. The task was pretty simple. Find the main link and eliminate it without killing it. Leave no trace.  No evidence of anyone being there. That was the only possible way for them to win this war. Rhys wanted to understand what was giving Hybern's army the upper hand. What was so powerful and unstoppable that even Rhys and his wicked ways couldn't find a way to stop it? He had never heard of anyone with such powers. Maybe a high lord but then who among the high lords would mix their powers and choose to work with him?

They did find it. And for some reason, probably naive one, Azriel, had it in his mind that they were on the search for some old, cranky, twisted-minded creature or maybe some wicked witch who was most definitely a male but not a young, sophisticated-looking female, ready to kill them on the spot without a second thought. The moment you came into sight - it's like everything in life has stopped.

Yet that wasn't the only thing that made Azirel's heart skip a beat. You were powerful beyond all measures. The powers you held were nothing like any of them had seen before. They researched to make sure that they would know what they could potentially be up against, but nothing that they read in the books compared to what they were seeing in action. It looked like you controlled everything and nothing at the same time. It's as if whatever your mind wished for came true. You didn't need to speak. As for it, you made no sound as you moved around. Blazing them with dragon-mouthed fires, ice daggers, and things Azriel didn't even have names for. You didn't just control the power. You were the power. One thing was clear: it was you who gave the winning power to Hybern. Only because of you has the war that had just begun swung more to their opponent's side. Without you, they would've been down within minutes, but with you casting spells, creating shields, and unleashing powers so potent, it was all they needed to destroy everything that stood in their way.

And whatever the brothers considered, they did not calculate what would happen if, by any chance, they would be overthrown by your power. And that was exactly what happened. Neither of them got to come close enough to you. Your powers kept them at bay. You had Rhys in your claws, digging and breaking his bones one by one. Cassian was on his knees, holding onto his ears. But it was the moment you turned to Azriel that something shifted. Now, from somewhere up in the sky, you have almost landed on the ground. It's like you froze. Not a single muscle in your body flinched or moved.

Azriel knew right there and then that he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you before. Your lushest dark chocolate brown hair, your crystal blue eyes, and the scar that marked your left eye. It's like no matter how hard he tried to breathe, not a single drop of air was entering his lungs. Your power didn't touch him. You didn't hurt him. Didn't bend him. Didn't try to cripple him. Even your expression changed and softened in some ways. And Azriel would've reached for you, but it was Cassian, who had used this opportunity as a way to break free of your magic chains and launched the end of his sword into the side of your head. Knocking you unconscious as the blood trickled down the side of your head. Something in Azriel twisted at the sight of that. And then everything moved so quickly. Cassian roughly shoved you to the side before Rhys pointed to Azriel and ordered him to take you out of there. His two brothers continued to fight the war that they were now unquestionably going to win, while the spymaster was left to bring you back to Night. Eliminate you, but not kill you. 

Azriel wasn't sure what was happening to him. Was it some sort of spell you had cast? He had fought with so many enemies and tortured so many of them, as well. He was desperately trying to tell himself that he felt weird about it only because you were a female. A part of him never got comfortable enough with torturing one. He just couldn't bring himself to it; those interrogations were always the hardest. But there was something more about you, and he could feel it. Something shifted the moment you saw each other, and he had a solid feeling that it wasn't just him who felt that.

Azriel felt it was wrong to bring you to the dungeons. To lay you on cold, damp rocks. Lay you down in some filth. With you up there in the sky, you looked unstoppable, unbendable, and unbreakable. But now, with you unconscious in his arms, you looked nothing but fragile. And he knew he shouldn't do it. It was rule one of interrogations: you can't form connections, and you can't feel sympathy. But after carefully laying you down on the furry blanket, he wasn't even sure where he pulled from. Azriel moved to quickly dampen a cloth in some water so he could gently wipe away the blood that was starting to crust at the side of your face. And damn him for doing so because the moment his fingers touched your warm skin, the bond snapped into place, and Azrael wished he was dreaming. Wished this wasn't how he had just met his mate. It couldn't be like this. Mother wouldn't do him dirty like this. He watched you lay there for some time. He even wondered about taking you someplace, getting you away from Night court, or finding a shelter to hide you and telling Rhys and Cassian that you had woken up, beaten him up, and escaped. Eliminate but not kill. Those words were the only ones that gave him hope. It made him choose against all of the other plans he had made in his mind.

"Why is she still not locked up?", the sound of Rhysand's voice made Azriel jump away from you. Panic rushed through him, and for a second, he didn't know what to say. "How do you lock up someone with such power? Do you think the bars of the cell will hold her back?" The tone of his voice was pushing the line, and Azriel should have knocked it a tag lower. But he just couldn't help himself at that moment. "Good, thinking brother", then the sight of metal, spiked chains came into view. Chains sponged in some unknown liquid. The moment Rhys stepped forward, to firmly grab your hand, Azriel almost cried out in discomfort. But he put on a blank face as he watched Rhys chaining your ankles and wrists. The high lord firmly pulled the blanket from beneath your body, letting you crush to the cold ground.

"I doubt she'll wake up anytime soon. We can go upstairs and have a meeting, recap everything," Rhys said firmly before walking out of the dungeons. Azriel was still looking at you. The need to cover you up and make sure that you weren't going to freeze was screaming inside his head. "Azriel", Cassian touched the spymaster's shoulder. He tried to follow his brother's gaze, but Azriel turned to him straight away. "You're okay?", the Lord of the Bloodshed questioned. Azriel turned away from you even if the pull was making it hard for him to move, "Why would I not be? Let's go". 

The meeting was draining. Azriel barely kept up with the conversation. He stumbled over his words, missed key points, and in all honesty, mentally he was in the dungeons, not upstairs in a fancy work room of Rhys's. So the moment the high lord pulled out a bottle of dark brown liquor, the spymaster excused himself, saying that he just wanted to sleep and would drink up for celebration the next day. Regardless of his escape plan, Rhys still made Azriel sit through one glass of conversation before he could go. The spymaster was glad the two males were occupied as he went down and down the stairs. He had to make sure you were at least awake. Cassian didn't hold back when he wanked your head, so for all he knew, you could be there with a serious concussion. Yet before Azriel even got to open the main doors that led to the underground cells, light cries filled his ears.

Here you were sitting in the corner of the cell, hands gripping one another as you cried. Azriel's heart sank as he rushed to you. "It hurts, it hurts," you shrieked, moving and shaking your hands, which now had light lines of blood covering them from the spikes. "Please, it hurts so much," you said, looking up at him, and Azriel moved without a second thought as he reached for the keys. "I'll get them off, don't worry," he whispered worriedly. Working as quickly as he could with his slightly trembling hands.

The second the locks snapped open, you launched yourself forward, long nails digging into the neck of the man in front of you. As wave after wave of your powers rushed through you, "Pathetic, shadow singer, falling for a trick as old as time," you looked down at him, teeth clenched. You felt his pulse beneath your fingers, yet he didn't trash, didn't fight you. "Oh, come on, cry at least a little. There's no fun if you just gape at me," you said, running the back of your hand alongside his cheek, as you smirked. "You won't hurt me, and you know that", firmly gripping your other hand, Azriel moved it to his chest to his beating heart, and your face fell.

Of course, you felt it. It was what got you here in the first place. What got you distracted. What got you to not guard your back. It took you one look. One looks his way, and everything around you crumbled. It was just him. Him. Him. Him. You pulled your nails back quickly, turning away from the male. This was bad enough; you weren't going to let him see you distressed. See you week and confused. You needed to stand your ground. Azriel quickly cupped his neck, blood coating his fingers. At least this would be good enough evidence that he had an interrogation with you. Maybe it's even good enough to keep them away from the dungeons.

"Have you been awake for a while?", Azriel asked softly. He could feel the panic slowly rising inside you. "Put them on and leave", pushing your wrist towards the male, you waited for him to chain you again. You weren't going to participate in this. You wanted him out of this place. Anyone but him. It was easier to bear the pain alone. When your feelings would melt into this unidentifiable mush. Everything was too real when he was here. "Chain me, or I'll skin you with my fingers and enjoy every minute of it," you said as you let your magic paint the tips of your fingers. Only glaring at the winged worrier that stood in front of you through your shielded gaze. The gaze of death. Emptiness. 

You refused all food and water that was brought to you. You didn't talk. Didn't move. And at first, Azriel was more than fine with just chugging the food out of the window or leaving it there for the rats. If space in the form of this anger was what you needed, then so be it. Rhys hadn't cared much about what was happening in the dungeons anyway. The only thing he questioned was the nail holes in his spymaster's neck, which in the end didn't pique his interest too much. With the war won and his court and mate safe, the last thing Rhys cared about was some girl in the cell.

This particular evening, Azriel debated not going to you at all. What was the point? He tried everything. Eating himself off your plate so you would know that it wasn't poisoned. Sat there just to keep you company. Left you alone with your food in case you wanted to eat by yourself. Nothing. So why was he bothering? Maybe bringing nothing would finally do the trick. Yet he still went. And the tray of food nearly fell from his hands when he didn't see you in your usual corner, where you threw dagger glares at the metal bars.

No, you were slumped over to the side. Drops of sweat covered your forehead. For a second, Azriel felt this nauseating fear that you might have been dead, but then your shallow breaths hit his ears. He rushed to you, pushing away the hair that stuck to your damp skin. Your eyes blinked open, but only for a split second. Did you catch something, or was this from the lack of fluids and food? The shadows singer once again undid all the chains that bound you. Carefully turning you to your back as you growled in disapproval, as he said, "So killing yourself like this seemed better to you than accepting my help, huh?" The shadow singer lifted you from the ground with ease. And you would have questioned what he was doing, but you couldn't bring yourself to, even if the magic that was now free to run through you slowly added to your strength.

Azriel was thankful for his shadows, which let him move through the hallways without being seen. Keeping you both hidden from any lingering eyes. And the moment he entered his room, a wall of shadows rose over the door itself. You were slightly more alert than when he found you, but your body was still visibly drained. "You're going to eat the food I'll bring you, or I'll shove it down your throat." As much as you wanted to show him your teeth and fight back, you chose silence. His words sounded like an order anyway. And so you ate from every plate that the spymaster forced your way, carefully monitoring every single bite that you took. Urging you to keep going every time you pushed a plate further away from you.

"Wasn't that hard, was it?", the male asked, and you flashed him an annoyed grimace. "Won't your master behead you for what you are doing now?" Your words brought back a sense of reality. Azriel wasn't sure what Rhys would do. This, of course, wasn't a part of the interrogations, but then again... "Would you care if that was the case?", you shot him a glimpse, "Do you think I'm heartless?". Azriel said nothing to that, even if that was the furthest thing from the truth. "I'm Azriel, but you probably know that, considering that you were most likely the king's favorite." Your face paled at the sound of that. Something like fear flashed through your eyes. "I didn't choose to do this. I didn't get a pretty invite to the war if that is what you are implying", you rose from the bed slowly, walking closer to the male, "He came in and killed all of my relatives. All of their powers, along with my ancestors', became mine. I didn't have a say. He liked my face for his pleasure; that's why I was there." Azriel felt his muscles tensing up. Any man would tense at the realization of their mate being put in danger. Used for someone else's needs. But he pushed those thoughts aside. He wanted to comfort you. Say something that might ease the ache, but he didn't know words good enough for that.

"Take a bath if you want. Hot water would do you good," you snickered. "Apologies, my lord, if after weeks in a cell, I don't smell like a daisy," you said as you bowed your head down, clearly mocking him. "I didn't mean it like that. It's cold there; it would be good to bring some warmth back to your bones," Azriel said, gesturing to the bathroom. He walked in first to get everything ready. You couldn't lie; the sound of the trickling water itself was enough to make your knees weak, and it was warm as well. A shiver ran down your back, and you made your way to the room. Even if you kept your arms tightly wrapped over your chest.

And that's how things were. From that night on, every other night, Azriel would come down and bring you up to his room. "To warm you up," he said. But you both knew this ran way deeper than that. You talked for hours upon hours. At first, the conversations felt bland, almost as if you both tried to find reasons to fight. But gradually, you began to let each other in, and the conversations became more real, not as calculated and cunning, but rather from within a heart rather than a brain. Between your kind mating bond wasn't as usual, so the concept of it was foreign to you. Azriel had spent multiple evenings explaining to you what this was and what kind of bond kept you two together. Chosen by the mother and the cauldron itself. It would've probably sounded magical if it weren't for the circumstances of how you two met. No matter how much you two tried to hide it, every minute that was spent together was marked by the lingering fear of it being your last.

Even if Rhys was given all of the information you told Azriel, the spymaster has no idea what kind of interest his high Lord had in you. What was your purpose here? What did he want from you? Was going to ask you to be on their side? Why keep you in a dungeon? But the thought of it all ending up with you dead crippled all of Azriel's senses. So he refused to think about it. He refused to think through the plan he would need to execute if that one day become a reality. "Are you a rule breaker?", you had asked him one evening as you lay spread out on his bed, only Azriel's clothes now covering your body. Azriel chuckled, "Depends on the situation and who I am breaking the rules for," with a smug smile that matched his own covered your lips. It was no lie that you two had grown fond of one another. Whether it was the bond or the genuine connection that was developing, the chemistry between you was undeniable." So are you saying that I'm good enough to make you break rules?", you chirped happily as the spymaster sat on the bed and your hands found his naked torso. "Have I not made it clear?", Azriel turned to you, hands running through your hair as he leaned nearer to bring you closer to him. 

You had lost track of the time that night. And it had almost resulted in both of you needing to face some serious consequences for your actions, as Azriel quickly winnowed you both to the dungeons and locked you up right before Rhys said Cassian walked in. Yeah, you were his secret poison now. Some mystical thing Azriel never expected to find. Something that would turn him against his own high lord. No matter what scenario he played in his mind, it always led to you; No matter what picture Azriel painted, the ending was always the same. It was you, not Rhys, that he chose. You two opted for staying in dungeons after that. Now it was Azriel who came down late at night, bringing a couple of blankets with him as he made his way into the cell before bringing you closer to his body. Both wings wrapped around you as a shield from the cold that swirled around the place, keeping you safe and sound till the first rays of sun started to creep through the tiny windows.

That was also not a sight Rhys expected to see when he decided to take the final interrogation into his own hands. His shadow singer. His spymaster. Curled up on the floor with you in his arms, sleeping. This knocked the air out of Rhys's lungs. How long has this been going on? And all of it behind his back? Rhys trusted Azriel with his life while he was here doing this. You were woken up by the sharp pain of someone pulling at the chains. And you didn't realize what was going on until you were out of the cell with Azriel still sleeping inside. The purple-eyed man was in front of you, gritting his teeth. "What did you do, bitch?" His fingers wrapped around your throat, and a squeal left your lips. Azriel jumped up at the sound of that. Blood running cold at the sight of Rhys standing there. He tried to open the cell door, but it was locked. Rhys must have put a spell on them to keep Azriel away.

"Rhys, listen to me," Azriel started, but his high load didn't pay him any mind. All of his attention was on you, "You lost  Your king is dead. You're nothing but a piece of trash now," the high lord shouted into your face, making your body tremble. "She's innocent, she's done nothing; let her go," Azriel yelled from within the cell. Even if he knew his body weight would do nothing against the magic, he couldn't help but try to break free. Try to get to you. To save you. "What kind of nonsense did you pour into his brain?", Rhys shook your body viciously. You let out yet another cry, "I didn't do anything, please, I didn't...", but you could tell that your words didn't reach his heart. "I gave you the order to carry out an interrogation, and what did you end up doing? You slept with her," you shook your head as much as the grip Rhys had on you would allow you to. "I should've done this all by myself," the lord barked. His eyes, not leaving you even for a second. He pulled out a dagger and pressed it onto your neck, saying, "Take the curses away from him, and then I might spare you", "There's no curse Rhys", Azriel shouted with so much pain that even your heart twisted inside your chest, "No curse, just a meeting bond. She's my mate."

The high lord froze in place, his eyes now fully focused on his spymaster. "No, no," he whispered, "That can't be true." Rhys hoped it wasn't, but he could feel the bond between the two of you. It was a wonder that he hadn't noticed all this time. Both of your smells were mixed. And Azriel glowed. A glow of a male who had found his other half. A glow that had to be there for weeks. How had he been so clueless? "I won't allow this," Rhys said through gritted teeth. "Sucks that you're not a God then", you said as the high lord pushed you to the side, and your skin came into contact with the rough surface. Azriel's pleading eyes were still trying to find his high lord to make him understand why he had done it. You were innocent. Taken into that war against your own will. But there was nothing there, just some unknown rage for Hybern that was still lingering.

Azriel shouted your name, and then his high lord's, as Rhys lifted a dagger so he could pierce it through your heart. But he was met with a wall of magic. Your power was now rubbing up against his. What Rhys failed to see was that the chains around you were loose all this time, and Azriel had left the key into them as well. "I didn't want to do it like this," you said, slowly moving to break the spell around the cell Azriel was locked in.

"If you had asked, I would have given you all the answers, but you don't deserve them," your magic seeped through Rhys as he fell to his knees. Azriel knew he was free to go, but his legs felt frozen. He told himself that this decision was easy. But now that he was finally made to pick a side, he felt helpless. "Go, Az, I'll catch up to you," you whispered through gritted teeth as a wave of Rhyland's magic slammed into you. "Azriel?", you questioned when the male didn't move. "Are you betraying your court, brother?", Rhys snarled. Fear flooded you. Was he going to abandon you? But then Azriel's eyes met yours, and he nodded quickly, as he stepped closer to you.

"I'm not leaving you alone", "I'll hold him down, go before someone notices. I'll find you", his hands gazed over your skin. The thought of leaving you here alone was unsettling, but it was true, you had better chances of disappearing if you separated for a while. Azriel pressed a kiss to the side of your head, breathing in your scent one more time. "Azriel...," now it was Rhys who was pleading, but the shadow singer only shook his head, "It was you who betrayed me, Rhys. You're too focused on yourself. It's not only you who matters in this world". 

With one last look at his high lord, Azriel moved to the hidden pathway before turning to you with a smirk, "Don't keep me waiting for too long, baby girl", you let out a giggle, turning to him just a little, "You needy bastard, let me have my fun". And as Azriel hurried down the different paths, rubbing your scent onto the walls in hopes of confusing the ones chasing you when you needed to flee yourself, he knew that he didn't care where you two would end up. He was willing to be in the midst of hellfire as long as you were together.

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All acotar writing: @brekkershadowsinger @cityofidek @baebeepeach @lucyysthings @hideing @urfavbrunettebish @historygeekqueen @marina468

#azriel x you #azriel x reader #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

[nia-writes]

Headcannons for 141 + Konig + Los Vaqueros with a f!reader on a first date

Like how the date set up would be, where and what would they have for their meal, what activities they would do together

Loads of fluff if you don’t mind. I personally think Konig would do a sip and paint type of date 🥺 man is so big and cute while he paints on a mini canvas and sip tea while Price is the type to take you to see the northern lights cos he’s extra like that

Hiiii~ thank you for requesting!! I love this ask and added in who asked who on a date! Hope you enjoy~ For König, I changed his date a little <3

Warnings: None, just fluff~ a shirtless Kyle~

My requests are open~

Ghosty

You asked him for a date.

You’ve always had a special relationship with him, Simon’s always been softer with you than he is with anyone.

At first you thought it was because he thought you were weak, since you’re new to the 141. Like if he didn’t protect you- you’d compromise the mission and get yourself, and others killed.

But you *thankfully* realised that’s not true one day, while having a conversation with Soap and Gaz.

"Come on, y/n! Are you honestly that dense?!” Kyle exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

“What?!” You shot back, sinking down in your seat. "You’re both just teasing me" You sighed.

"No, lass, open yer eyes" Johnny sighed, shaking you dramatically.

And you did, you began to notice how different his behaviour was towards you. And thus, you asked him on a date.

Simon was frozen, his eyes wide a bit when you did. He had liked you for a while, but could never confess to himself that he did. He was scared to lose you, and if he loved you, that meant one day he would.

But when your eyes patiently wait for his answer, looking up at him with the same eyes he fell in love with, he sighs and says "Sure." a bit too rough. (but thats because hes in disbelief that you actually asked him)

You smiled and decided to plan the date specially for him.

He doesn't like crowds, you've discovered that one day when the boys and yourself went out. You want this date to be enjoyable for him too- something memorable.

You planned him a picnic in the woods, under the stars. A blanket is laid out in a clearing, fake candles lit. Over the years you've remembered Simon's favourite food and drinks, and made sure to get them all for him.

Simon is speechless as he stares at the sight, before slowly looking at you.

"You did this, for me?" He asked in his belief- shocked how much effort you put in for him.

You smile and nodded, "All for you!"

During the date, Simon would try to get to know you better, asking you questions he never knew about you before.

He had fun, and removes his mask for you. "You're so beautiful" you sigh, caressing his cheek.

Simon almost cries- not once in his life does he feel so loved like he does now

He definitely kisses you~

Johhny Foap Mactavish~

Johnny asked you on a date.

Hes liked you for a very long time, and finally had the courage to ask you.

He was very sweet about it, got your favourite snack and a singular rose, he was nervous when he asked- different from his usual confident self.

"I've liked yer for a while, Bonnie. Will yer join me for a date?"

Of course you said yes, wrapping him in a tight hug.

A date with Johnny would be fun, adventurous and full of laughter. You never want it to end.

He took you to a cat cafe- completely unexpected by you.

Johnny isn't fond of dogs- but he does like cats, and he knows you love these fluffy adorable creatures.

He pays for the whole date and doesn't allow you to, hes a gentleman, who wants to make a good impression on you.

As soon as you both enter the cafe, you fell in love with all the cats. Especially one black and white one called Elara. She reminds you of Ghost, and Johnny agreed.

The whole date is filled with laughter and cat cuddles, Johnny buys you some delicious treats (which one cat steals, it was funny watching them fight, you were rooting for the cat)

It was a very cute sight, watching Johnny cuddle a cat. His favorite was called Maxine, a ginger cat.

(He tries to steal her but failed)

You took a very cute picture of them- using it as your wallpaper on your phone.

At the end of the date, you kissed. It was definitely one of the best dates you've ever been on.

John Price

You asked him.

I see Price as not being the one to ask- hes a busy man, no time for romance.

But when you ask him, he goes against all that, and says yes.

He plans it, he has to. He planned your date the moment he knew he fell in love, and he wanted it to be very memorable and special.

He tells you to pack your bags, for a weekend away. You nod, still processing whats happening.

And when the weekend comes, and he sees you all packed, John can't help but smile. He plans to have a lot of fun, and of course, make sure you do too.

You had no idea what he has planned, but you weren't expecting this-

A trip to see the Northern Lights-

You hug him tight, tears forming in your eyes. You once told John you wanted to see them a very long time ago- it came as a shock that he remembered.

He rented a cabin too, a perfect view to see them all night. (You got lucky and it showed for a long time)

John got you a gift too, a bracelet to wear. It's plain back with a hint of blue, perfect to wear all the time. You love it, making a promise to never take it off.

He also packed some food, to cook at the cabin. You decided to help him, laughing as you joke about his cutting vegetables skills. "You know, I've seen Johnny do better" you giggled, remembering the time he cooked at base.

John lets out an amused huff. "That also the time he set toast on fire?" yes it was.

After dinner, you both cuddle by the fireplace, its warm and you feel safe and right in John's arms.

You lean your head back and kiss him, happy to finally be able to love him.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You asked him~

I believe Gaz is the youngest in the team, that being said, he most likely doesn't have a lot of romantic experience.

But he deserves so much love, and you've fallen hard for him!

It was definitely a shock to him when you asked, and he quickly snapped out of it, happily saying "Yes!"

You both planned your date, wanting to do something fun and new.

Thats when you suggested stand up paddle surfing, and Kyle agreed, already thinking of all the mischief he will cause-

A few days later, Kyle rented some paddle boards, packing them in his car to drive you both to the beach.

The drive was fun- both of you singing to random songs that come up on a playlist, while telling jokes.

Kyle rests his hand on your thigh the whole way.

Once at the beach, you both got the equipment out, rushing to the water. You're so excited for this, knowing you both need a well deserved break.

Kyle definitely stays shirtless on the beach he did it on purpose

As soon as you got in the water, Kyle helps you on your board before he tried to get on his, you laugh hard as he fell in the ocean- screaming when you nearly fell.

"Think that's funny, huh" He laughed, shaking your paddle board. You scream as he does, trying to hold on for dear life.

He chuckles and stops, pulling himself up on his board. He paddles with ease, standing up like his came natural for him.

You on the other hand, were having a hard time. "Struggling, baby?" He laughs, bumping his board on yours.

"Pffft no!" You snorted, clearly lying. He smiles and gets on your board, holding your waist tight to him.

"Stay calm, yeah? I got you" He whispered in your ear.

You nod, a blush appearing on your face.

The rest of the date went well- it was so fun- especially when you both started play fighting in the water.

Afterwards, you cuddle on the beach, watching the sun set. You admire the view, while Kyle admires you.

When you notice he's looking at you, you smile and place a gentle kiss on his lips- to which he happily accepts.

Alejandro

The most romantic guy ever- he asked you.

Ever since he saw you, he was head over heels. He wasted no time in asking you on a date, a bouquet of black roses in his hand.

He did everything for this date- he cooked dinner and baked desert, decorated his garden and table full of flowers and lights, and even got you a present- a beautiful necklace that he put on you.

To say you were spoiled, is an understatement.

When you first enter his home, he gently grabs you by the waist and kisses your forehead. "You look absolutely beautiful mi amor" He smiled.

He looks and smells really good-

When you enter his garden, your eyes widen in shock, it is absolutely beautiful.

You had no idea he was going all out like this- he laughs at your face and guides you to your seat, sitting you down and tucking your chair in.

He compliments you all throughout the date, not skipping a beat to remind you how beautiful you are in his eyes.

He's very smitten~

Alejandro serves dinner, a 3 course meal, he prepped himself. He starts with the starters, smiling as he hands you your plate.

Your eyes widen when you see your favourite foods.

"How did you know?" You asked, blinking, thinking you're in a dream.

Ale smiles and said "A little bird told me"

The little bird was Rudy~~

You smile bright as you ate, enjoying the dinner he made just for you~

Definitely kisses you at the end~

Konig

You asked him!

Konig was too anxious to ask you, he really wanted to, but he didn't know how.

But when you did, he sighed with relief, nodding while whispering a small "Yes please"

You planned the date, something that you've been wanting to see for a while. Konig making and decorating his own pottery!

It was a complete surprise to him what you choice, and when he finds out, his eyes widen a bit.

He was anxious he would never be able to create pottery, but you were quick to reassure him.

Seeing his large self sit at a pottery turntable made you laugh, he's so huge that his poor legs had to be stretched out.

He was surprisingly good at this, he listened to the instructor very carefully and managed to a mug. You were very proud of him, showing him by kissing his cheek.

His brain malfunctioned at the action.

While the pottery was drying, you both walked around the workshop, admiring the other designs other people have done.

He held your hand as you did, smiling down at your intertwined hands.

Konig designs his mug for you, he wanted you to keep it and use it as a way to remember your first date with him.

He paints it in your favourite colour, drawing little smiley faces and adding a little 'K' in the middle. He also very carefully drew some little hearts.

He was anxious when he gave it to you, a light blush on his face.

When you took it with a smile and held it to your chest, he let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

When you handed the mug you made for him, he laughs softly and kisses the top of your head.

He doesn't kiss you, but he does on the second date~

#ghost x reader #konig x reader #simon ghost riley #price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #alejandro x reader #modern warfare ghost #mw2 x reader #modern war #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare fanart #modern warfare fanfiction #modern warfare fluff #modern warfare headcanons #modern warfare ii #simon riley smut #modern warfare imagine #modern warfare price #modern warfare rp #modern warfare smut #modern warfare soap #modern warfare two #modern warfare x reader #modern warfare x you

[vulnonapix1234]

I am back with my Dadknight bullshit after procrastinating on the Danny Phantom fandom for so long-

Anyway, you know that feeling of putting so many headcanons on a character that they become another character?

Me @Fright Knight.

I will separate this into 4 "Acts".

His Childhood, his Adulthood, his ghostly afterlife, and his servitude under his kings.

1. His Childhood

Fright Knight or Ferdinand (the beautiful name @jadenoryuu came up with a few months ago) was raised by his older sister after their mother died during childbirth and his father died of an infection.

He also had 6 younger siblings, though only 2 of them survived past the age of 10.

(What can I say? Dark age and all of that.)

From a very young age, he had to help his sister with raising their siblings and spend most of his time working in the fields of a minor noble to ease their debt of living on his land.

Despite his rough upbringing, he used to be a cheerful child.

He liked to create fairy tales and stories to make others happy.

Then, at the ripe age of 13, small but bloody battles started to happen around the borders of the minor noble, as another blue-blooded idiot had taken his place and now wanted to expand his lands.

It's important to say that said noble couldn't count on his fellow nobles to help him and also didn't want to lose parts of his lands.

So he did the unorthodox thing and gave his workers and villagers weapons.

It was a stupid thing to do, but he was able to manipulate his men into thinking that this was for their own protection.

Ferdinand was 14 when he killed for the first time.

As the battles became more violent, it happened again and again, till his hands stopped shaking whenever he had to use the sword and people started to see him as a ruthless monster.

He was 16 when this battle stopped for him after he was sold by the noble to a group of mercenaries, who saw his "talent" at killing other people.

There, he was given some actual training with the sword, learned to ride a horse, and even the basics of reading and writing.

It was pretty much the best thing that could have happened to him, even if it meant that he never saw any of his siblings ever again.

2. His Adulthood

Ferdinand spent most of his adult life as a hired blade for various nobles and as such backstabbed his way into infamy.

As long as you could pay the price, he'd do any deed for you.

(Most of his earned money still went to the group that trained, fed, and clothed him)

It was only after he was 29 that he found his permanent Master in the form of an equally infamous noble that he was supposed to kill.

He wasn't able to assassinate him and when he was at the end of the others blade, he had taken a liking to him.

The noble paid off his debt to the Mercenary group and made him his knight, which was a great honor to a lowborn man like him.

Ferdinand looked up to that noble.

He was strong. Stronger than himself and anyone he ever had to work for, unlike the other, fearful and weak nobles.

He was also kind, despite being known as a cruel ruler.

Ferdinand was allowed to read and create stories and poems.

Nightmare stems from one of them. She was originally a creature that he had created as a child to help his siblings fall asleep.

An Alicorn that appeared to those with the purest of hearts, turned into a being of Ruthlessness that hunts down those who stand in her way by the trauma he had gone through in his life.

He died in battle at the age of 35, after his ruler turned his back on him, to flee against the lowborn villagers that revolted against him.

3. His ghostly Afterlife

He formed because of his obsession to find a master who is strong and wouldn't turn their back on their subordinates.

Ferdinand spent most of his time tearing down and destroying ghost after ghost to find that master, giving him the name Fright Knight.

Due to this unrelenting fighting, he became strong enough to create Nightmare into reality.

4. His servitude under his Kings

Pariah Dark was the first ghost that was able to beat him and he started to follow him like he did with his former master when he was alive.

It was comfortable for him.

Easy.

It was his King that gave him the soul shredder and he did like to fight alongside him.

But he was also more than aware that he did not care for him or anyone else outside of their power.

After all, there were times when he forced his hand with his crown of fire and ring of rage.

After Pariah Dark was sealed away, the same fate awaited him in the form of a pumpkin, a throwback to his beginnings as a farm worker.

Meeting his current King for the first time was an... event.

Having the gift of his former king stolen from him was worse than the joy of getting free.

He ended up defeated, sealed back, by him and it made him furious.

How could someone so young and foolish do that to him?

Somehow, he was more angry about not getting a real fight against him and wanted to remedy this.

Because there is a difference between losing a battle and getting tricked.

This was abandoned after Vlad promised him a way to free his (former) King.

So he decided to follow him and train that potential.

Then that kid showed up again, beating not only him and his army but also his king, solidifying his potential over them.

This boy could become a real monster, if someone trained him, similar to how the group of mercenaries had helped him become one.

His King wasn't amused about this in the beginning, not trusting him for the things he had done before.

But he didn't have a chance, because he needed more allies in the ghost world and Fright Knight was a powerful creature.

___

This is it for this post! I hope that I was able to build a okish backstory for him.

I will make another one detailing more of his relationships between Danny, the rest of the everlasting trio, Jazz, Dani and Mr Lancer.

(I am also really interested in your guys opinion on this)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dad knight #dadkinght #fright knight #danny phantom fright knight #fright Knight danny phantom #please tell me your thoughts

[werelosingdaylight]

My heart is yours

Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite x GN!Na’vi!reader

REQUESTED? [Yes] • No

REQUEST: can be found here!

WORD COUNT: 1100

SUMMARY| With the new arrival of Jake Sully, you had been busier than usual, but someone is jealous of him taking up your time.

TRANSLATIONS: “Nefä.” [Up.] - Pey fko sturmbeest, Wìntxu sneyä pewn. [Wait for one sturmbeest, show their own neck.] - “Lonu.” [Release/let go] - “Sìltsan, Jake!” [Well done, Jake!] - Pelan käteng Jake? [why spend time with Jake?] - Poan is ma’numeyu, Fa me pexl peyä karyu. [he is my student, with me as his teacher] - Kem si nga tìyawn Jake? [do you love Jake?] - Kehe. [No.]

Ask Note: I’m not the best at writing jealousy confessions, Anon! I hope you enjoy this though. <3

You and Neytiri had always been close, closer than anyone else was to her. You had met through her sister, Sylwanin, at a young age; younger than the age to bond with an Ikran but old enough to join the warriors during hunts. Which is what you grew to be, a warrior for the clan; a fierce fighter for your people, a strong protector for your family, but a kind soul to the children of the clan, a loving teacher to those who have yet to learn.

Maybe that’s what pulled Jake to you. Your patience in teaching him the ways of your people, Your gentle corrections if he got something wrong, whatever it was he had grown closer to you. Gravitating towards you in any situation like a magnet to metal.

Right at this moment you were out with Jake, teaching him how to sneak through the trees without being heard and how to shoot a bow correctly; personally you preferred the bow to other weapons, it was the first weapon you had mastered as a child, so you figured you would teach Jake how to aim and shoot prey properly.

Crouching down on a branch you pulled him out of view to the sturmbeest that was leaned down at a lake, probably thirsty with its guard dropped, perfect for a swift kill. “Nefä.” Your voice was gentle, quiet for the creature not to hear you as you pulled Jakes arms up, thankfully he was taught the basics of the Na’vi language so far and understood what you meant.

Jake pulled back his bow, feeling your eyes roam over him before you reached out, lifting up his back arm holding the string and fixing where his fingers sat on the bow string, placing the arrow between his middle and pointer finger. He could feel his heart thundering from the contact, he wouldn’t deny that he had grown to care for the na’vi native; more than he should, but he wasn’t blind to how Neytiri looked at you. Or how she looked like she wanted an arrow put through his skull.

“Pey fko sturmbeest, Wìntxu sneyä pewn.” He felt a shiver shoot through his spin at your close proximity. The warmth of your breath sent goosebumps along his skin, a warmth that lit his heart aflame with the rhythm of a drum. He closed one of his eyes and looked down the arrow as you had instructed during his first lesson, waiting until the Sturmbeest exposed its neck.

“Lonu.” Your words reached him as soon as you were said, causing him to release the arrow. It shot through the trees, slicing its way through the air with the crafted blades on the arrow head.

Watching it disappear from eyesight until a cry of pain was heard, you could see the sturmbeest falling to the ground from the arrow going through its neck; right where its windpipe was. “Sìltsan, Jake.” You had thrown your arms around the man, who released a chuckle. “Now, to go retrieve it.”

—

Walking back to the clan you were talking to Jake as you entered, despite living there your whole life you never truly got over the beauty of pandora “Why do you only speak to me in Na’vi? Your english is very good.” A question he had often wondered, almost all of their conversations were in the Na’vi language.

“The more I speak to you in our language, the more you will grow used to using it.” You’re correct, the more you speak in a language the more you familiarize yourself with it. The clan knows english but rarely uses it, so with Jake here they can expand their knowledge on the english language. It was a good way for both to learn.

“It was a good hunt, Jake. Go, you still have to train with Tsu’tey.” You waved him off to the training grounds, where Tsu’tey was waiting with a glare on his face; however you were able to read him better than most. You could tell Jake was slowly growing on him.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a hand grasping your wrist and pulling you to a more secluded area, but you felt no panic. You knew whose hand it was, the feeling of her skin against yours had been engraved into your mind since you were a young age. A feeling you had missed as of lately, you had been so busy teaching Jake that you hardly got to see Neytiri.

She released your arm swirling to face you, an unreadable emotion written in the reflections of her eyes “Pelan käteng Jake?” She questioned you, like she wasn’t the one that led him here; took him in. It was her father who instructed you to teach him how to hunt, so she did know why you were with him; so why would she ask?

“Poan is ma’numeyu, Fa me pexl peyä karyu.” You answered. Yes, Jake had a tendency to flirt but it wasn't anything you haven’t grown used to. You will admit, you enjoy spending time with Jake, but he was one of your friends.

“Kem si nga tìyawn Jake?” The question caught you off guard, you never thought of Jake in anything more than a platonic way; besides your heart already belonged to another. Someone who managed to take your heart and burrow through it to cave out a home.

“Kehe.” Your response was short and to the point about your feelings for Jake, and you swore you saw something akin to relief in her eyes as she took in your words.

“Good, you are mine to love.” She had walked over, pushing hair out of your face as she held a possessive grip on your hip, as if she expected you to push her away. Instead you leaned into her embrace, heart beating full of your love for her, you knew about her mating arrangement but would give anything to be the one she mated with instead.

“I see you, Neytiri. I always have.” You came to rest your own hand over the one cupping your cheek, the moment was intimate enough that you could feel the air soften around you. You knew that if there would be one constant in your life, you would wish for it to be Neytiri.

“I see you too.” She whispered for only your ears to hear, and pressed a kiss to your lips; you now realized the emotion that was in her eye was jealousy at you spending most of your time with Jake nowadays.

If you can believe it.

#neytiri x you #neytiri x reader #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #neytiri imagine #neytiri imagines #avatar x reader #avatar x you #james cameron avatar #avatar imagine #jake sully

[vavuska]

Stephanie Meyer in her“The Twilight Saga: Official Illustrated Guide” wrote that vampire pallor is part of the transformation new vampires undergo that beautifies them as their melanin drains away, resulting in their white skin.

In fact, in the first chapter, in which she describes the physical characteristics common to all vampires, Meyer wrote:

In the Twilight universe all vampires were originally human. As vampires, they retain a close physical resemblance to their human form, the only reliably noticeable differences being a universal pallor of skin, a change in eye color, and heightened beauty.

More orver the typical vampire pallor is not attribuite, as traditional thrope impose, to the fact that vampires are dead, recalling the repulsive look of a corpse, but to an element of crystalline, supernatural form of beauty, which is described as following:

The common factor of beauty among vampires is mostly due to this crystalline skin. The perfect smoothness, gloss, and even color of the skin give the illusion of a flawless face.

So, dark skinned or deeper skin toned people will have very light olive skin as vampires. In fact the only creature who keeps a natural dark-skin is Nahuel, the vampire-human hybrid (born to a white European vampire and a indigenous woman), who is described having “dark brown skin”, while his Aunt Huilen, a full-indigenous woman has “an olive tone to her pale skin” due to being a vampire. Let's see more examples in the book where this “white washing” effect of vampirism is more explicit:

Vampires in Stephanie Meyer's books are white and pure because Mormons believe people who are not white will be white in heaven. I can't 100% remember the reason or events but during some event they think God turned some people black because they either betrayed him or Jesus. So when you are a good person and go to heaven he will remove that. If you look into what Mormons believe it's almost as crazy as scientology.

Ok, apparently, Mormons think black and dark-skinned people are in some way descendants of Cain, who was banished from human community and condamned by God to a nomadic life. However, God was pleased by blood sacrifice (God favored Abel who killed animals for God, while Cain offered the products of earth he cultivated) and gives Cain a mark, known as “Mark of Cain” (Genesis 4:15). This mark of Cain is God's promise to offer Cain divine protection from premature death with the stated purpose of preventing anyone from killing him. Bible does not identify the exact nature of the mark God put on Cain. Whatever it was, it was a sign/indicator that Cain was not to be killed (but also a warn that helped others to spot him as a murder to not trust). Some propose that the mark was a scar, or some kind of tattoo (Maybe this is the source of Tattoo Prohibition in Leviticus 19:28). Whatever the case, the precise nature of the mark is not the focus of the passage. The focus is that God would not allow people to exact vengeance against Cain. Whatever the mark on Cain was, it served this purpose.

However, Brigham Young, one of the founders of Mormons and one of the earliest leader, described black people as cursed with dark skin as punishment for Cain’s murder of his brother. “Any man having one drop of the seed of Cane in him cannot hold the priesthood,” he declared in 1852. Young deemed black-white intermarriage so sinful that he suggested that a man could atone for it only by having “his head cut off” and spilling “his blood upon the ground.”

For more information about the racial question among Mormons, I suggest this article of New York Times:

#vavuskapakage #twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #stephanie meyer #edward cullen #the cullens #racism in twilight #Racism in novels #mormons #Mormon cult #Tw: racism #white washed #white washing #cullen coven #Egypt coven #vampire aesthetic #vampirism #twilight vampires

[luminouslotuses]

*leans agaisnt your wall but in a way that is too far so instead of being sexy its just strange and unnerving* hey

Tina wouldn't say she was attracted to danger despite what her best friend Foolish said. He laughed at her back in the early days about involving herself with such a dangerous woman. “You're gonna find out she leads a gang or something and what then?”

Tina has sniffed indignantly. “Then I'll be her gorgeous mob wife and she'll kill anyone who tries to harm me.”

It was funny. She had been joking at the moment but to be honest there was something so addictive about seeing Bagi with a stone cold look and a dead body at her feet.

She liked dangerous. She liked blood red lipstick and blood red on the tiles. She liked Marlboro cigarettes on her lips.

It wasn't the life she was expecting but it lit a fire in her very nerves.

“Darling?” she called through the house, one hand holding her sheer robe over her bodice, the other holding one of those lit cigs between her fingers.

“Yes, meu bonzinho?” There was Bagi, long hair falling in gorgeous curls over a single shoulder, dark against the stark white of her undershirt. She was the most beautiful creature that had ever existed on heaven or earth, Tina was sure of it.

“I don't deserve you,” she crooned as Bagi gave her a tired smile.

The woman stepped up to her, running a finger down her cheek. “I don't deserve you, amorzinho.”

Tina smiled coyly. “Tell me about your day.”

Bagi let out a breath before sinking down on the settee next to her wife, laying her head carefully in her lap. Tina pressed the lit end of the cigarette against the ashtray, dropping it to allow her previously occupied hand to twirl through Bagi's thick hair.

“It was long. The gang on the other side of town hasn't stopped their pressure on our borders. We found two bodies just today. Innocent men that they killed simply because they could. It makes me furious. I may be in charge of a mob but at least I have some fucking class.”

“Yes, you do, dear.”

Bagi closed her eyes, eyebrows furrowed together so Tina brought her thumb to her wife's forehead to smooth out the stress.

“It will be okay. You're the smartest person in this whole damn city. You'll find a way to stop them.”

Bagi opened her eyes and smiled up at her. “Obrigada, amorzinho.”

Tina smiled softly. “I truly don't know how you did this before me.”

“Me either,” Bagi said with a laugh. “You are the light of my life, Tina. You know I would kill for you but I say to you most honestly that I would die for you.”

Tina leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “No need for talk like that, dear. Neither of us are going anywhere.”

oh my god. oh my GOD THIS IS AMAZING HOLY FUJCK!?!??!!!?&&@??!!$

#jay have i ever told you i Love you and your writing #q!tinakitten #q!bagi #FAVE #asks

[cozy-possum]

i just have to say that i love your grisha headcanons, especially the one about different types of grisha + body horror <3 do you have any more headcanons or ideas like that?? i'd love to hear them! it's such an underutilised idea around powered beings!!!

AA thank you!!! I was surprised more people haven't though about it!

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OG Post (Here)

I have a couple other ideas;

Heartrenders controlling a volcra (Here)

Volcra kill because they remember the want (Here read tags as well)

Specifically with the body horror aspect I would love to see it more casually brought up, I know I went extreme in the original post( and ended up going extreme here too)

Tailors who's skin is warm and soft always, their beauty a little too blinding, they never keep a steady appearance as they appeal to what the viewer wants most, in order to gain their trust. Sometimes that backfires, someone wants to see scars, or fangs, or a monster, and what Grisha to better satisfy that then one that can be what they need. They can make wounds or hide them, they can create scars, they can give someone who wants to hurt, to see others hurting what they want and no one has to suffer, do they?

Squallers who offer comfort through the constant feeling of a warm breeze surrounding someone, the soft sound of wind through chimes or leaves. They can control music just as much, crafting songs and sounds from instruments that never existed in the first place. They become sirens, pulling people in, deafening them with sounds before they even realize they can't hear beyond the wind whistling in their ears.

Tidemakers who's body's move fluidly, their ability to dance, their flexibility is unmatched, they move like water and most feel refreshed after they talk to them. They can bend and twist their bodies so easy, it's muscle memory to show others, to force the bones to bend and break under the pressure from them and their water. Some spend too much time with it, they become similar to a deep sea creature, unblinking and adapted in ways others could never live with.

Inferni who are always the perfect temperature, who can keep a group calm, lowing their body temperatures so they're forced to settle, they can take heat as easily as they can bestow it. The can keep the others comforted, complacent on missions with only each other for comfort; heat fills the space, heat can be the phantom memories of those gone. If there is a death on the field, often an Inferni will keep the bodies warm, to not spook others. They mimic the body heat of someone next to you, a phantom partner or lover in all the wrong ways.

Heartrenders who can manipulate the chemicals and neurotransmitters in a persons brain, even if they don't know what they're doing, people always feeling happier around them, feeling calm, feeling safe. Too much of a good thing is equal to bad. They become addicted like anything else, they become desperate, even the heartrender cannot control it, and often they succumb to those they subdued if not kept safely away from others, or if they use their powers sparingly.

Fabirkators that can breathe life into inanimate things. They create toys, things to comfort young Grisha, to comfort anyone who has lost something. If they focus, if they bargain and find help in other grisha, they can bring a loved one back for a moment, they can twist and warp the corpses before burial, to give comfort to those grieving, to take from those already dead. They often forget, creating things from nothing can lead to viewing everything as a tool. How can things be combined, how can they be taken apart. Fabrikators who pull at flesh a little too easily, after all it's only components, and those that volunteer, well they never have a reason to fear their friend who made their teddy bears dance when they were scared.

Amplifiers that find themselves connected to Grisha in ways they cannot explain. They can sense pain, fear, happiness, they can sometimes sense before the Grisha know themsevles, the whispers of power from under small fingers. They push too much into some, exhausting their power when they pull back, leaving material for the Fabrikators to take apart. Whispers of Grisha killing their own is what the Amplifiers bring. They find the ability to comfort, showing Grisha that their powers are not to be feared, that they can stop too much power leaking out. Small hands reaching for them, crying out for parents who cannot stay, the amplifiers find themselves drowning in both grisha power and human emotions no heartrender can hope to break the bond of.

Sun Summoners, Lightbringers, who always shine. They excel in anything they try, learning, power control, it comes easy to them because praise, love is light. Grisha find themselves blinded, the way sunlight is too warm, the way light trickles into the cracks. Even those that hate find themselves warmed and drawn into the light, moths to a flame. They can blind as easily as they comfort, creating blisters and welts, sunburns and heatstroke, photosensitivity can burn into someone's eyes and brain and leaving them with a body that jerks beyond their command.

Shadow Summoners, Shadowbringers, that keep those that are forgotten. They pull those that are lesser, Grisha who can't keep up with the training, grisha who's powers do not follow the strict pathways they army wants. They take those that slip through the cracks. They spends hours training in pitch black until themselves and the grisha no longer need their sight to kill. They use the shadows to move around, creating shapes and monsters, creatures and enemies not only to scare but to protect each other. They take the absence of light and create the world within it. They plunge anyone who goes against them in the lack of, sensory deprivation at it's strongest. They either slowly let the senses come back or flood them with the removal of shadow all at once, neither are survivable

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Ronance fic rec list part 2!

Part 1 here 

Lot’s of fics here. I know I’m still missing some good ones so maybe I’ll eventually do a part 3 instead of a Masterlist. Happy reading!

full of suprises by iamyourdensity1323

Summary:  Robin Buckley is a homosexual with issues. Nancy Wheeler, a bisexual with her own problems, notices those issues and the two slowly go from hating each other to not being able to live without each other, slowly finding their footing in a relationship that the world doesn’t want them to have. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

make my menace into someone you’d adore by moonflowery

Summary:  Nancy had been working at the lame little ice cream place at the mall for barely a week. She never held any hopes that it would be a gratifying or personally stimulating job, let alone that it would help her on her dreams of dedicating herself to journalism full time until she was successful enough to get out of Hawkins and even Indiana someday. However, she’d never expected it to be as bad as it was.Long story short, Nancy couldn’t wait to get rid of her Scoops Ahoy coworker, Robin Buckley.  Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

Listen To Your Heart by Coop_Scoop

Summary: Robin wasn't sure why Nancy Wheeler kept coming to her work when she was adamant that she was not into Steve and they were just and only friends. Robin just wasn't convinced until she was. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

wanna cross that fine line (if looks could kill then i’d die) by hizzie

Summary: Steve dares Robin into doing something because he's an idiot, and Robin takes up the dare because she's a bigger idiot.(And Nancy Wheeler is really pretty when she's mad.) Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

let’s make the most of the night by meowdy_partner

Summary:  Nancy has a bit too much to drink at a party and Robin is tasked with babysitting her. Oh, and she also has a huge crush on her, what could possibly go wrong? Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

as the world caves in (it’s you that i lie with) by moonflowerdamie

Summary:   Between the mind-numbing relief, the lingering panic and the feeling of wild joy, something else sparks in Robin’s gut as Nancy stares at her. It’s familiar, achingly so, from years of wanting and not having, and it flares to life with a previously unknown intensity as Nancy keeps looking at her. Because Nancy Wheeler, even dirty and tear-streaked and shaking, is still the most beautiful creature Robin’s ever seen. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

The Freaks by LordOfVibes

Summary:  Robin always thought she was alone. Ever since she realized that she liked girls instead of boys, she assumed that she would never meet anyone like her. Until she met Eddie Munson. Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

When It’s Cold(I’d Like To Die)by NotesFromTheChamber

Summary:  She watched Mike as he finally levelled with her, both elbows on the table. There was no point in trying to distract him any further. She’d been increasingly all over the place in trying to hide how the aftermath was treating her over the last few weeks and in that moment she sensed the jig was finally up.“Nance, I’m kind of worried about you.” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

Smoke Signals by monaquinn

Summary:  All that Nancy could conjure up about Robin Buckley was vague facts that didn’t really amount to much anyway. She remembered seeing the girl around once or twice, playing clarinet in the school band or smoking cigarettes on the steps of the school with the drama nerds who wore too much eye-liner and had ugly chipped black nail polish. She was someone who she would crinkle her nose at as she entered Hawkins High every morning, someone Barb would’ve probably said, “just give them a chance, and they’ll surprise you" about. But mostly, Robin was someone who Nancy would never normally give a second thought about. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

friends don’t yearn like we do. by oaseas

Summary:  Nancy has never run from what she’s wanted and she’s not about to start now. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

you know there's not another moment to waste by BluejayBoi

Summary:  Robin and Nancy hang out a lot. They're friends. It's not dating. It's not. Robin's certain. Until she... isn't. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

i'll keep you safe (in these arms of mine) by cityseeker

Summary: Eve was evil because she hungered for what she could not have. Eve plucked the apple when she shouldn’t have. You are never compelled to give into your hunger.That’s what her mother had told her. Had specifically warned her. Though she never would have guessed that Nancy would end up here.In a bathtub, next to a temptation in the form of a girl. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

You Are Flawed and You Are Perfect by HMA64

Summary: "My mother reminds me daily."That was what Robin had said at the library. Nancy had thought it was an exaggeration, even once she and Robin start dating and Vecna is gone, Nancy thought it had to be an exaggeration.And then...then she agrees to dinner at Robin's. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

The Picture Perfect Couple by marsnack

Summary:  Robin haves a problem. Turns out, Eddie Munson haves the same problem, too. That problem is Nancy and Steve's seemingly perfect blooming romance. Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

I never said I hated you... by ljbishop

Summary: Nancy kind of hates Robin.She talks way too much, she’s annoyingly upbeat during life threatening situations and even though she denies it Robin’s definitely got a thing for Steve which for some reason annoys her in a way she can’t comment on because, well… Nancy doesn’t understand why.But what Nancy hates the most is that she can't bring herself to stop thinking about her. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

OCC: Over The Counter Crush by  The_Big_Oof

Summary: Nancy Wheeler was a regular at Family Video, yet she remained a mystery to Robin Buckley. After asking if she’s dating Steve, Robin is certain that Nancy has a thing for Steve.That is, until, Nancy gives her her number. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

A World So Full Of Love (Yet Not Enough To Go Around) by Pocket_Sand

Summary: “You,” she lifted her eyes back to Robin, “need me to find this girl?” Robin licked her lips, giving a jerking nod as she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.“Uh-huh.” “Who is she?” “S-Someone,” she said, rocking back and forth on her heels, “She-She’s just…someone. I need to find.” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

hearts burn quick by caughtontape

Summary:  Nancy comes to terms with herself, confesses her love to a whirlwind of a girl, and everything clicks into place at the end. Pairings: Robin/Nancy, Steve/Jonathan, Max/El and Will/Mike Status: Completed

makes me want to try her on by HooliganStyle

Summary:  Nancy keeps Robin company at Family Video some warm night in June, and tries not to think about that electric feeling crackling inside her chest. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

always surprised by what i'd do for love by ellixtpage

Summary:  Nancy calls Robin late at night. Pairings; Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

in the darkest little paradise by moonflowerdamie

Summary: “Fine. Fine!” She yells, throwing her arms up in the air, breathing short and fast. “You wanna know what it is, you wanna know why I don’t like you?” “Oh, please, enlighten me.” Robin spits back and takes another step closer, eyes ablaze.“It’s because you’re an asshole!” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

With you in my world (I'm safe and sound) by odessasbluecoat

Summary:  In which Robin is the only one attacked by the vines inside the Creel House and tells Nancy and Steve to go on without her. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

blue nights, red mornings by cityseeker

Summary:  Robin is Nancy’s safe place. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

would i ruin my salvation? by stxrdrifter

Summary: Robin Buckley knew the rules. Don't fall in love. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

the stairs creak as you sleep (it's keeping me awake) by red_banner

Summary:  Nancy is teaching Robin how to shoot a shotgun in case music doesn't protect her from Vecna, as the Party cannot be left without a sharpshooter. They are both in for a couple of discoveries. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Change is Worth Embracing by lezBeauregard

Summary:  In the little moments and attempts to upsell Steve, Robin finds herself unfortunately falling. She swears her insistence to go with Nancy hadn't been for any reason besides not being able to drive, but that was honestly coming into question. Weighting the chances against the logic, things didn't go well in her calculations. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Isn't She Lovely? by iappreciateenjolras

Summary: Karen Wheeler watches her daughter fall in love. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

let's give them something to talk about by fauchevalent

Summary:  Robin (at steve's behest) attends her five-year reunion. it turns out the night might not be a complete bust. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

i feel it in my body, know it in my mind by HooliganStyle

Summary:  Nancy wakes Robin up to spirit her away on a long drive to Indiana's weirdest roadside attraction. Robin is forced to face her fears that she's simply a queer anomaly in the story of Nancy's life. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

she's waiting there (for you) by iappreciateenjolras

Summary:  It starts with Robin lending Nancy her jacket. It continues with Robin in Nancy's pajamas. It ends with Robin running under the pouring rain to fix a mistake. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

that dizzy edge by idontshaveforsher_yesyoudo

Summary: in the aftermath, Robin and Nancy wake up in the middle of the night. they talk (and maybe kiss) Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

i know how your kiss would taste even without touch by ellixtpage

Summary: "Because I want to kiss you, and I don't know why."It's spoken with none of the eloquence Nancy's sentences often contain. Blurted out, like she wasn't really thinking about it. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Who's Robbie? by just_makeing_it_gay_97

Summary:  Nancy is dating someone and her family want to know all about this mysterious Robbie. Spoilers, he's actually Robin. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Wish That I Could be your Lover by Runningalong

Summary:  Robin didn't know what she expected her day to start with, but the last person she expected to see seated in the front row of her bio lab was Nancy fucking Wheeler. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

at the supposed end of the world by moonchemistry

Summary: Robin's spent far too much of her life being afraid. Of of what would happen if people knew the truth about her. Of her friends leaving her when they find out who she really is. After seeing Nancy get Vecna'd, she's realized there are quite frankly bigger things to worry about. Like, for example, her or Nancy's untimely death. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Thanks for the Memories by oceanwaves23

Summary: Robin Buckley thought nothing could be more confusing than waking up with a pounding headache, in a room she didn't recognize, next to Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. But that was before Steve informed her that it was 1986 - not 1984 as she previously believed - and that apparently they were best friends. Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

you drove me all the way up here (cause you could tell that i was a mess) by DearApparition

Summary:  “I just think it’s a little weird that you and Robin are so attached – I mean, you work together, sure, you can’t avoid that, but you drive her everywhere, whenever I call you to ask what you’re doing, you always say, oh, Robin and I have plans, and yet you keep trying to tell me that you two are Platonic with a capital P.” Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

For Luck by manycoloureddays

Summary: ‘And you know what else is really fucking infuriating?’ Robin tries to punctuate her words with a jab to Steve’s chest, but he’s still holding her wrist, checking for a break she already knows isn’t there. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

This Tainted Love You've Given Me by marsnack

Summary: Nancy Wheeler liked Steve Harrington.She did. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

beyond the terror in the nightfall by unusannus

Summary: What if Nancy and Robin were tasked with distracting the demobats in the upside down instead of Eddie and Dustin? Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Compeleted

two out of three by  just_makeing_it_gay_97

Summary:  Nancy realises she likes girls, more specifically a girl, so she tries to come out to people close to her. Pairings:  Nancy/Robin, Steve/Eddie, Mike/Will and Max/El Status: Completed

Why? by off_to_nevverlandd

Summary: “Tell me again why you aren’t dating him.”Robin ends up scoffing, tired of the same question, the start of every conversation between them for what feels like the umpteenth time today. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

would you think of me fondly like a soldier at war (or the coward that could not let you down anymore) by endgameronancepls

Summary:  Robin gets dragged away by vines in the Upside Down, leading Nancy to pretty much go on a feral rampage to free her from the vines that entangle her. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

kill the director by friendstolovers

Summary: Robin's life is nothing like the movies. That is, at least, until Nancy Wheeler comes along Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Chemicals React by 42hrb

Summary: “You know,” Steve ignored her, “Nancy and Jonathan broke-up.”Robin tried her best to keep her face blank, but it must not have worked from the grin Steve shot her. She turned away from him and prayed a customer would come in, preferably a hot one to distract Steve. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: Completed

Villain by Tippster

Summary:  The one where Robin comforts Nancy after all that takes place, and Nancy breaks her heart in return. Pairings: Robin/Nancy Status: In Progress

Robin Buckley vs. The World by connorswhisk

Summary: Ronance Cyrano AU Pairings: Robin/Nancy and Steve/Eddie Status: Completed

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin buckley #Nancy Wheeler #fic rec #stranger things

[lakemojave]

Land of Shining Stars 1

It scooped a drink into its canteen. The creature’s back ached as it hunched down to the oasis, feeling its spines crack and falter as it coiled to meet the ground. It was just getting used to this form--or rather, awareness to this form it had always had. When the first scoop barely filled half the canteen and inflicted unnecessary pain, it instead slithered to its fleshy belly, then crawled forward to fill the waterskin to the top, then to take some sips for itself. The water was cool, clean, flushing the gravel out of the creature’s throat.

Night had done strange things to this fellow. For most of its life, it acted on instinct, acted to eat and sleep and survive on the Plateau, like anyone else. When the sun finally set, though, it grew cold: cold unlike anything it had experienced. Without the warmth of two suns on its scales, it found itself shuddering, scared and still under shining stars. Fear was not unknown to the creature, but this was different, more profound. It was not scared that in its paralysis, it would succumb to the teeth of a predator or the guns of a traveler--no, it was scared because the mere loss of free action deprived it of something essential to its lived experience, one that it did not hold dear until this very moment.

It decided then that it was suited to a different style of living than it lived before. This was an ambitious prospect on Moapa, where living beyond survival was less of a pretty dream and more of a fool’s fantasy. At the very least, it would fight for survival with the same vigor as before, if only to attain a picturesque, stimulating life filled with beauty and thought and all the other things emerging in its purview.

The desert was quiet that night. The creature heard the chirping of crickets and howling of coyotes from beyond the light of the bonfire. The moon shone bright, casting a pale glow over the brush, the cacti, the red sand, cutting out a horizon of mountains, dunes, trees and a stretch of a whole lotta nothin’. In a rare stroke of fortune--or misfortune, hard to say--the creature could see a distant glow and the traces of smoke off in the distance, to the east. It was rare, on Moapa, to find another traveler who would agree to simply share the quiet space together, especially in the danger of night. No shots exchanged, no negotiation for safe passage--just mutual, comfortable distance.

The creature would get distracted by the stars. There were so many, such a bright and brilliant display of wonder and impossibility. To think this many stars lay just behind the light of the Falling Sun, that the night sky would offer such light without suns--what did the Legend say? Did anyone even consider what the sky without suns would look like? Was this spoken into being in campfire stories or drunken bar ravings, like all things out here?

The creature didn’t know. It just kept counting.

A leg of venison roasted over the creature’s fire. It was a large, long-burning bonfire that burned bright and loud for all across the desert plain to see in the dead of night. It was, however, quite warm by now, and cooked the venison quite nicely. In days past, the creature might have simply caught the beast, killed it, then ate it raw. Pure sustenance, no enjoyment, craft, or transformation. It was still new to this concept, this cooking, so all it had done was put the meat in contact with a fire. Still, it found this process engrossing: the tedium in the preparation, the experimentation with heat and cooking time, trimming excess fat and bone before consuming the roast. Lately, it even found words for the gratitude it felt, how thankful it was that it had food to eat and a fire to keep it warm: words for something it always knew, but never thought.

While the meat cooked, it returned to the pool. The moon and fire were bright, and it could see its reflection in the pool. It brushed its fingers through its long, tangled hair, and let it fall to its left--no, its right, better that way. Out from its belongings, it pulled a hat and coat it appropriated a few days before. The coat was a little too large for the curious, scaly thing, but the hat fit its head just fine. It returned to the pool to admire its reflection one more time. Two of its four arms shook out from under the coat, but the other two fit through the sleeves well enough, and with one of the two arms, the creature adjusted the hat, tipping it to and fro and making various expressions with different positions, imagining itself as gruff bandit, stern sheriff, friendly farmhand, and charming renegade. It smiled, blushed, giggled, and clasped its hands over its mouth in embarrassment. It was a silly thing to do, but it was happy.

Bang.

It heard the shot before it felt the pain, at first. The smile vanished from the creature’s face, right before it felt a wound bore through its lower abdomen. It looked down at the wound and saw blood seeping from its chest, dripping down to its tail. It clutched the wound, then curled into the ground--slow and lurching, as the pain started to come in--and shivered, feeling itself bleed. Its vision blurred.

Death. That was the most likely outcome. You get shot in the chest alone in the desert, you die. Everyone knew this, least of all emergent consciousnesses like the creature’s. Even before its current state of thought, it was always afraid of dying. It was never, however, afraid of dying like this. It was alone, off in the wild, where no one would find its body until days later, much less anyone who cared enough for the creature to give it last rites. It didn’t even see who took the shot, or where they came from--though they thought they saw a muzzle flare to the north, not east, where the second campsite lay. It wouldn’t even know why it was dying. It shed a tear as it curled up one last time, for one last taste of warmth and comfort.

It heard a rustle in the bushes. It weakly raised its head to look.

Bang.

-----

The horse was in no place to be a picky eater. It had recently done a great favor for its rider and her companion, who in return went out of their way to hunt down a bear of considerable size for the horse to feed on. After that tremendous act of generosity, its rider compelled the being to resort to scraps. She and her companion needed decent food much more than the beast--which is why the roast venison turned out to be a pleasant sight for their hungry eyes.

The Auran crouched solemnly over the creature’s body while their companion carved the meat.

“Now, Chipper,” the companion said, after several minutes of silence during their approach and search of the campsite, “Why did we shoot it?”

Chipper inhaled, shut its eyes, then exhaled. They answered, “Anyone awake in the dark by their fire is ready and willing to hurt you.”

The companion nodded. “Good answer, kid. Here,” She handed Chipper a slice of venison. They took it in their talon to eat. They simply looked at the overcooked meat, hesitating to bite.

“You don’t really think that, though,” the companion concluded by the kid’s silence.

“No,” Chipper answered, eyes shut. “I really can’t, Tannis.”

Tannis sighed. “Yeah,” she said, “Me neither.”

“But you do. You still choose to,” came a voice in their heads.

“Dog,” Chipper said aloud, gently, “Not now, okay?” The horse nodded, then resumed eating the dead snake creature.

“I know you know all this stuff, Chipper,” Tannis said, “I ain’t tryin’ to patronize or…traumatize, I suppose. I know how hard it is to think this way, though, ya get me? Especially if you--if we--are tryin’ to make a better place here. We gotta understand why we lived this way, and what we wanna change, right?”

Chipper nodded. “I know that. Doesn’t make killing random folks any easier.”

“It’ll stop soon. Someday soon.”

“Yeah, someday soon. But in the meantime, could we try to kill them less…painfully? You hit it in a bad spot.”

Tannis bit some venison, then walked over to inspect the body. It noticed the first shot. “Aw, hell. Sure. No mistakes next time.”

Chipper smiled at their friend. “Aim gettin’ sloppy, ma’am?”

“You stop that,” Tannis laughed, lightly punching their shoulder. “It’s dark.”

“Your eyes have had plenty of time to adjust.”

“And so’s your attitude.”

The two smiled. They shared a bite to eat, then left the campsite and its reptilian occupant. There was another campfire to check out.

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In a place far, far to the east, one could not see the Falling Sun. Something about the curvature of Ribben, the Waking World, rendered it invisible in that part of the world, except for a faint glow on the western horizon. That region enjoyed full moons and starry skies, and a pleasant and temperate climate with fair seasons and cool summers. Traders from the west always seemed to dread their journey home, enjoying their respite from a constant state of daylight. Strange folk from further east, beyond the seas, would arrive occasionally, and become ecstatic when the sun set and the moon shone bright. It was a paradise for people who never knew of only one sun.

Everything changed though, that day, when another sun rose in the east.

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#land of falling sun #land of shining stars #lofs

[grimmswan]

Dracula in Storybrooke part 2

For Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 23

Once Upon a Time missing storyline/AU

Killian noticed a man staring at Emma.

He had on leather pants, leather boots, and his shirt was opened clear down to near his naval. Revealing a well toned chest.

“But greatly lacking in chest hair.” Killian thought smugly.

The man who introduced himself as Drake, gazed at Emma with fascination.

“My, my, you are by far the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The very sun is dim in comparison to your golden hair.”

Killian rolled his eyes. Just who did this git think he was. It irritated him more to see that Emma was actually smiling at the fool.

Neither man knew it, but Emma’s smile was due to her seeing that the two men, who seemed to be trying to one up each other, were very much alike.

“I really must have a type.” She thought to herself.

Both men had dark hair, deep blue eyes, and accents.

Drake wore a shirt with most of the buttons undone, reminding Emma of Killian’s wardrobe before he started wearing modern clothes.

She sometimes wished Killian would go back to wearing those clothes, at least on some days. She had always loved how sexy and dangerous he looked.

Yet Killian was staring daggers at the man, as if he considered him a rival.

Killian didn’t like the pure hunger he saw in Drake’s eyes as he stared at Emma. It was too possessive.

“It’s strange how in this world, a woman can cover her whole body, and still her lovely form is revealed.” Drake’s eyes moved over Emma. “I look forward to discovering what other wonders this place has in store.”

“He’s a smooth one.” Granny commented. “My mother always said, “Beware of a silver tongue. It tends to lay next to the sharpest tooth.”

“He was awfully flirty with Emma.” Snow remarked in puzzlement. “She was pressed against Killian nearly the entire time. Obviously her heart belongs to him. But that didn’t stop Drake from showing his interest.”

“I think we need to keep a close eye on that guy.” Charming said with a scowl. Father’s instinct warned that Drake would bring nothing but trouble in his daughter’s life.

Just as the Sun had slipped under the horizon, one figure walked up to another in the shadows of the alleyway near Granny’s Diner.

"I would stay away from Emma Swan, if I were you. Captain Jones won't allow anyone to take her away from him."

"Captain Jones is a mortal. An ordinary simple man. What is he compared to one such as myself?"

 “Captain Killian Jones is far from being a simple man. The pirate captain has faced God's, demons, and monsters and survived. You may be powerful, but you are far from the worst thing Captain Hook has faced.

There is also Emma Swan. She is not going to be easily seduced away from the man she went to the underworld for. Especially not by a man spouting fancy words and performing magic tricks that she could beat. One would wonder what it is you think you can offer her? From what I heard, your grand castle is in ruin."

“There are other castles. From what I understand, there are two castles long since abandoned in another land. The former residents now live in this world. In this town. If I understand correctly, Emma Swan would inherit both, should something happen to those former owners.”

“Even you can not believe that you could charm a lady into accepting you after killing her entire family.”

“The blood lust made my other brides accept the same. I do not think Emma Swan will be any different.”

“I think you will find that Emma Swan will be very different. But you have a tendency to be far too confident in your own prowess to see reason. I still want to caution you. I feel I owe you something, since you once offered me immortality. Would have given it to me, if you hadn’t been outwitted.

 That bloodlust only works if you're in power. Mina was willing to forgive you in regard to her dearest friend Lucy when you blinded her with your seduction. But once Jonathan Harker and Dr. Van Helsing sealed you in that tomb, she reverted back to her old self. And she hated you for what you did.”

“I was careless. I didn’t anticipate Harker’s strength of spirit. Or his devotion to Mina. I shall use more patience. And will pay closer attention to the players. I underestimated my opponents before. I will not again.”

The Count from Transylvania smiled. “Despite your insistent loyalty to the man who stands between me and the woman who holds my salvation, it is good to see you again, Renfield.”

“It’s good to see you again, Vlad. But it’s Smee, now. Renfield got the reputation of a lunatic. No one would take him seriously. I had to change my name and do business in another port, to escape the shadow of your story.”

“Perhaps the ending to this story will be more to each of our likeings”

Smee didn’t say it, but he was certain this story’s end would be the same as the previous one.

"Emma, I think Count Drake is dangerous." Killian spoke in earnest, hoping to get her to understand that she should stay away from the man.

"I know he is. I think he's a vampire." She said it so matter of factly, it made Killian’s jaw drop.

"Oh, come on. Count Drake. Count Dracula. It was pretty obvious. Plus, he stayed away from the windows? Out of direct sunlight?"

Killian wanted to kick himself. His jealousy had blinded him to the real threat.

Emma wrapped her arms around Killian's neck. "You really need to stop being jealous of every guy who looks like he might be my type. I have my perfect man, the man I love, right here. I would never do anything to mess that up."

"I do trust you, love. It's me I don't trust. I can never be rid of the thought that I don’t deserve you. That you could have someone better."

Emma opened her mouth to argue with him, 

"I know what you're going to say, love. But knowing that you love me and think I'm a hero is far different than actually believing it myself."

Emma knew what Killian was saying. But she still wished she could find some way of convincing him how important he was to her.

He always knew what to say to help her understand how special she was to him. She wished she had his gift with words, so she could return the favor.

An idea on how to remind him that he was one of the most important people in her life came to her.

She might have been bad with words. But she was really good with her actions.

Drake snarled in frustration. He wanted to burst in through the window and tear the lovers apart. He vowed that he would find a way to kill Killian Jones, and take Emma Swan for himself.

Killian’s instincts warned him that the woman he loved was in danger. He couldn’t shake the feeling that all of these attacks were only a precursor to a much bigger problem.

He wanted to find out more about the beings that were called vampires. He believed that knowing your enemy was the best way in the path to defeating him.

And while he did not think that Whale was lying to the group, Killian was certain that the doctor did not actually know as much as he thought he did.

So Killian went to the one person who had traveled the many realms and has encountered various beings of power.

William Smee.

Killian suspected his former first mate knew more about what was going on than he had admitted.

Smee was not without his resources, he knew how to protect himself from the monsters that constantly invaded Storybrooke.

@cssns

#once upon a time #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #emma x killian #emma x hook #cssns23 #dracula in storybrooke #grimmswanfic

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Ive been in a college class all about myths, so I’ve been ruminating on what Inklings would conceptualize Sirens as.

In our own myths, they’re creatures from the sea which either partially or fully look human and tempt sailors into the oceans to drown. They’re interpreted an embodiment or a metaphor of how women are temptresses, or are impure beings who use sex to corrupt poor men and lead them to their doom. They’ve also had a lot of forms, from bird women to mermaids to monsters who just look human. This archetype also seems somewhat universal, or at least a common thing we see in myths we remember due to misogyny.

Even with my limited knowledge of Japanese folktales, the Jorogumo was an example of this type of supernatural creature - a spider woman who generally filled the same purpose, tempting men with a pretty face and them draining them of their life force, also usually eating them in her web.

So… what would inklings think of Sirens? Breaking it down, sirens are:

- Shapeshifters, or just look extremely human

- From the ocean (in Greek mythology)

- tempt humans to drown in the ocean by having a beautiful singing voice, representing the desires of men and the temptation of sin to some extent

- tend to represent temptation, danger, and seduction

I came up with a few different concepts of how this could be interpreted by Inkling society:

1. If we lean more into the Greek view of sirens, they could be shapeshifting creatures who come from the ocean with a seductive song. They are eldrich and unknowable, coming from a place which could kill any unsuspecting inkling, as most creatures could at least fight back even if they were devoured anyways. They would be a personification of the dangerous ocean, willing to swallow up anyone who falls in.

They prey on the vulnerable, singing sweet lies of how “they won’t really die” since they are obviously an inkling and are swimming just fine. They tempt their victims with songs of freedom, of leaving this world, and fake thoughts of comfort.

(In this view, they could be seen as a metaphor for the call of the void, the voice which tells you to jump at the edge of a cliff or stab yourself, or maybe even suicidal thoughts. They sing from the ocean, tempting you to come to them, and so acts as a warning to inklings to never follow these thoughts as you might find yourself at the mercy of these unknowable creatures of the ocean.)

2. Another thought I had took inspiration from MLP’s changeling species, which feed off love by taking the place of the ones you love. If we follow that line of logic, Sirens become much more sinister.

They come from the Ocean, a vast and unknowable place to the modern land creatures, but can look like someone else. They lure land creatures back to the ocean to devour them, or feed off their emotional energy until they’re willing to jump into the oceans alongside them.

These Sirens are shapeshifters who take the form of someone an inkling cares for, or maybe just take on an unassuming form, and drains their life force until they’re a husk of their former self, much like the Japanese Jorogumo. In these myths, it’s the responsibility of others to see through this facade and help the poor victim who can no longer see clearly enough to recognize that this isn’t their love.

(In this version, sirens could be seen as representations of toxic love or unhealthy relationships, with people you care for turning cruel because they’re literally another person or have never been a real person who is just dropping the facade. Myths would be tragic, with inklings both falling for the disguise and jumping to their doom, or with the inkling loosing someone they once loved because they turned out to be not who they thought.)

3. My last concept is closer to our idea of fae or demons, though I’m also taking inspiration from the Kitsune, leaning into the eldrich idea of inklings who can swim as some kind of unnatural or disturbing thing.

These creatures are completely unknowable, going by their own rules and have a contempt for the inklings who abandoned the ocean. They are magical though, and can offer great power or impossible things in exchange for servitude or their lives after death. Anyone who agrees and dies are pulled into the ocean, where they suffer constant pain under the surface.

They are also tricky, able to deceive inklings and do horrible things to them with their magic, taking them under their spell and raining their life force away until they die. However, their disguises are not complete - you can tell from the fins on their ankles, or their shadows reflecting their true forms with a tail, or how they never eat seafood as they’re fellow creatures of the ocean to them.

(These would probably be stories that are metaphors for giving into sins like greed or pride, or stories of warning to be careful around strangers as they might be a supernatural creature, also manifesting fears of the unknown. The ocean part could also show how inklings fear the ocean, as it can so easily kill them, but also a contradictory reverence like we see in the world of Splatoon. They love the ocean for the food from it, and recognize they came from it, but it’s also unknowable and scary.)

Anyways, I had way too many thoughts on Splatoon’s world lol

#splatoon #splatoon headcanon #fan lore #not real splatoon lore #speculation #splatoon 3 #inklings #mythology speculation #I like myths way too much #splatoon mythos #let’s call it that in case I have more thoughts lol #sirens #mythology #worldbuilding

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I’m such a nerd for Greek Mythology and the tale of Eros and Psyche is one of my favorites so this prompt happened. This got long but I regret nothing. That’s how much I love this myth lol. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of the ideas presented here and I’d love to read it! 💜

Eros and Psyche AU: Mandalorians are gods, the last vestiges of an Ancient Way long past. They are so few and sightings of them are incredibly rare. Their temples lay empty and abandoned, devoid of followers and worship offerings. Din is one of these great and lonely gods, and spends his immortal life keeping to himself - until he’s called upon for a favor. He’s very selective about who he appears to. Most entreaties go unanswered since he finds them to be frivolous, petty, or otherwise a waste of his time and energy. Someone enters his temple and asks him to track you down and bring you in, warm or cold. He was going to ignore it, but then he saw your beauty through a holopuck and became entranced.

Despite what he’s offered as reward, he doesn’t agree to anything. When he finally finds you, Din sees that you have a small green creature that looks like a child attached at your hip. You have Grogu and he’s your adoptive son (like the fill-in for Hedone). You enter a temple and humbly pray to him for love and protection. If not for you, then for Grogu. Seeing how earnest you are, Din reveals himself to you. He knew that, based on how you reacted, you were different from other targets. He can tell when someone is lying to get out of facing punishment when they’re guilty, so seeing you with a child and how scared you are that something might happen to Grogu makes Din realize that you’re innocent. He asks what you have to offer him in return for granting your boon. When you sheepishly admit you have nothing but yourself, he accepts your offering.

Instead of capturing or killing you, he fakes your death/disappearance and whisks you away to a faraway planet that’s not on any map, where it’s safe for you to live together. Over time, you fall in love. You’ve never seen his face, not even a glimpse of his mouth since you’d always eat separately. When you’ve made love, it’s always been under the cover of pitch blackness, too dark to see your own hands in front of you - or you’re blindfolded so you can’t see a thing. He doesn’t let you travel the galaxy with him and makes you stay home, forbidding you from leaving the planet or having guests while he’s gone.

He deems it too dangerous or risky to take you with him on adventures after all he did to fake your death/disappearance and bring you to this secret place. Anyone could recognize you then report your location back to the person who wanted you in the first place. Or worse: the other mandalorians could discover your existence and that he’s smuggled a mortal into a realm of the gods. You’re not too happy with this argument, since he himself has spent a considerable amount of time teaching you how to fight so you wouldn’t be left defenseless whenever he was called away. He made sure not to go easy on you during your training. You think he’s just trying to scare you to get you to stay in isolation.

You’ve been living in peace and safety, but unbeknownst to Din, you’re periodically visited by Luke Skywalker whenever he’s away. The Jedi sensed Grogu through the Force long before you even met Din. He has been training the little one to master his abilities ever since. He’s a dear and trusted friend of yours who keeps you company in Din’s absence so the loneliness doesn’t consume you. He’s always gone before Din returns home. You’re friends and nothing more. You’d never betray Din like that, you just find it unfair he forbids you from having even one guest.

One day, you and Din find yourselves in a dire life or death situation. Din gets wounded in the head by a weapon of legend that has the power to weaken or kill gods. After he takes the killing blow meant for you, you’re uncertain if he’s alive. So you have to take his helmet off to make sure he’s still breathing. It doesn’t matter how quickly he reacts by putting his helmet back on or how urgently he tries to rush you through exchanging Mando’a wedding vows so he can save you from the wrath of the other gods. They already know. The damage has been done. You’ve seen his face. He’s broken his creed and your “marriage” is annulled by the mandalorians. Neither you nor Grogu are under their protection. You’re both banished from the planet at once, while Din is kept locked away under house arrest and incapacitated due to his wounds.

You’re told that your only hope of earning redemption for both you and Din is to travel to the depths of Mandalore, the first ever dwelling of the gods, and bathe in the Living Waters. You must bring back a vial of the waters as proof. Only the Living Waters can heal Din’s wounds. You’re warned that no living creature has ever survived the harrowing journey to the mines down below. It’s said the atmosphere is poisonous and only the gods may enter. But still you press on.

You’re left to fend for yourself and your son, but you’re tired of running and hiding. Time to fight for your love. It takes many days and nights, but you finally make it to Mandalore. Even though Din is extremely weak and can barely control his powers in his current state, he uses what little energy he has to astral project himself. He appears to you briefly so he can guide you through the mines. He knows this quest would be impossible to complete on your own and he loves you too much to watch you die. With or without Grogu’s help, you use what Din taught you in order to survive. You come out victorious, but not unscathed, after such a grueling series of trials.

As you submerge yourself in the Living Waters, you’re taken aback when all of your wounds are healed. You feel rejuvenated. You retrieve a vial of the waters and journey back, only thinking of Din. Meanwhile, Din has drained all his energy and can no longer see you. He doesn’t know if you’ll make it back or not, but he hopes you will. He wants to marry you properly. He wants to make you his riduur and adopt Grogu as his son. As he convalesces, he can only think of you and how there’s one thing about the water you still don’t know. Something he so desperately wanted to tell you but never got the chance to.

Upon your long awaited return, the waters are used to heal Din’s wounds. The success of your quest has been proven. Thus, you’re both redeemed and the banishment is lifted. Din takes the vial from you and slices his finger open, letting drops of his blood mix with the remaining water before the wound instantly closes as if it was never there. Countless living creatures have died, killed, or been killed in the vain pursuit of this - The secret to immortality. And now Din wants to share it with you. Just one drink of the Living Waters infused with mandalorian blood and you’ll be like him. You’ll never age, never get sick, never die. You’ll be beautiful forever. He won’t have to lose you to the shadow of death. He implores you to drink and join him in eternity as his riduur. What do you choose?

#din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin au #pedro pascal character x reader #random idea #random prompt #Eros and psyche AU #eros and psyche #Greek mythology AU #pls tag me if you write this #i’d love to read it #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fic