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rinhaler · 6 months

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i cant stop thinking abt noncon + stepcest Rin who cant control himself anymore after noticing how much his lil step-sister has grown since he was away bc of soccer n shit yk..

(btw your blog is goated)

GOATED WHAT A COMPLIMENT AKGHDSAKLH thank u very much I hope u enjoy this <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, dub/noncon, slight fingering, vaginal sex, nii-chan/rin-nii used, slight degradation, praise, dacryphilia, calls ur pussy 'she', shush kink?

words: 2k

“You’re always flirting with me.” Rin speaks. It’s the first time he’s said anything to you since he got back from Paris. He’s always been cold with you, short-tempered and even cruel. But you hadn’t expected to hear him say something like that.

You scoff, shuffling your position on the couch to get more comfortable to read your magazine. He always notes how often you change your position when you read; you can never sit still for more than a few minutes. You often read with your bedroom door open, and if he passes by to go to the bathroom, you’re always in a different position by the time he walks back to his room again.

“What was that?” he asks, pulling a disgruntled face at your dismissive response. “You think you don’t? You only wear short skirts when I’m visiting. I see your socials.”

“Oh… so, you’re stalking me then?” you giggle. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rin-nii… I jus’ feel pretty like this.” you defend yourself despite knowing he’s right. He thinks you’re dumb, and the fact that you smile and giggle after every word is a dead giveaway. You’re a flirt, and you’re a liar.

He also hates that you’re absolutely right.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t check your social media profiles. He likes to see what you’re up to and who you’re seeing. It’s only been a recent development, though, he saw a particularly sultry post on your Instagram and he quite frankly hasn’t been the same since. He hadn’t realised you’d grown so much and come into your own. He can’t get you out of his mind.

You gulp a little as he leans forward, his fingers lingering on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet his own. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he opts to examine your responses. The way your forehead forms a tiny bead of sweat under the pressure of his gaze. The way your tongue quickly swipes over your plump lips when his eyes drift to stare at them. The way your breasts almost spill with each heave of your chest as you try and keep your composure.

“Be grateful, little sister. Good nii-chan’s keep an eye on their little sister’s, you know.” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“T- uh, thank you, Rin-nii…” is all you can muster beneath his intense stare. He smirks, too fucking coolly before withdrawing. You close your magazine and stand up, desperate to hurry to your room to calm your nerves. He watches you walk away as he flicks through the channels on the TV.

“Oh God, miss you on my lips… hm-mm-mm…” you sing along with your record player as you listen to Lana Del Rey, following a muted makeup tutorial on your phone to pass the time. You grunt in annoyance when you realise that maybe you aren’t destined to perfect winged eyeliner today.

After locking your phone, you immediately tap the screen to see the time. You almost gasp as you realise it’s 7PM and five hours have passed since you last checked what time it is. Dinner will be ready soon, you grab a makeup wipe and begin to cleanse your skin. You should probably do your skincare, too, but it can wait until right before bedtime.

You examine your face to see if you’ve missed any makeup. Your eyeliner is stubborn but eventually comes off. And so with that, you get up to toss the wipe into the bin in your room.

“Jesus Chri— Rin! What are you doing?” you ask, spotting your elder brother in the doorway of your room. His eyes follow the stained wipe as you drop it into the bin, but his eyes linger on you once more as you wait for him to answer. “Oh… is there something on my face? Thought I got it all…” you tell him, leaning over your dressing table again to make sure your face is spotless.

“Tell me the truth.” he sighs, entering your room without closing the door. You look at him through your mirror before you turn to face him, an eyebrow quirked in confusion as he continues to close the distance. “You flirt with me.”

“This again?” you laugh. You lean back against your dressing table, fingers curling beneath the tabletop as you cross one ankle over the other. You feel heady as he gets closer and you smell his cologne. It doesn’t suit him, you think, but it’s nice. The scent is generic and sporty but Rin Itoshi himself is nothing close to generic.

Though it doesn’t matter, ultimately, not when it’s flooding your senses and drowning your mind.

“You’ve gotten so big…” he sighs, placing a hand on your hip. He smirks at how you shudder from his touch on your bare skin. Your watery eyes make his heart swell, unable to believe how trusting you are. You don’t stop him when his hand smooths over the curve of your ass and fingers dip under your skirt, though you’re trembling. Thick fingers prod at your panties and a tiny mewl escapes your lips. A condescending chuckle leaves him as you uncross your legs, widening them to give him better access. “Your panties are soaked. I knew you wanted me…”

You grab his wrist, urging him to stop when you remember the bedroom door is still wide open. It doesn’t deter him, though. His heavy fingers still press against the material covering your cute little cunt, his bulge growing tenfold when he pushes by your puffy lips to tease your throbbing clit.

“Don’t act coy, now. I know you want this, you opened your legs for nii-chan to play with you.”

“We can’t.” you whisper, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle yourself. “Not l-like this! Not when they’re home… please nii-chan.” you beg, though it’s fruitless. Your eyes flutter closed as his head sinks, his lips meeting your neck to kiss you delicately.

You barely have the energy to fight when he encourages you to hook your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, mumbles of protest leave you but you don’t dare make too much noise and draw attention.

“Has to be now, princess.” he tells you. “Don’t know when we’ll get a better chance.” he continues.

You’re trapped beneath him, making a point of looking away from him as he humps against you pathetically. And you want him, of course you want him, but the risk is too high. He’s lost all sense, instead thinking with his cock rather than his brain. But you’re not too far gone yet. You can put a stop to this.

It needs to stop.

“Why are you being like this?” he wonders as he pulls out his length, jerking it slowly all the while still humping the tip against your clothed, wet panties. “I have to do this… little sister. I have to know how tight you are around me.”

“Another time, please! What if we get caught? P-Please stop, you’re smarter than this!” you beg once again, the request falling on deaf ears. You gulp as you feel his fingers hook under the gusset of your panties, moving the material into the crease of your thigh. Your voice breaks, a whiny moan following as he presses his tip into your sticky cunt. The stretch is heavenly, and you can barely catch your breath. His glimmering green eyes staring down at you as he inches further and further into your welcoming warmth makes you feel humiliated. You don’t want this, but fucking hell, you really do. “Aaah~!” you sob.

His palm flies to your mouth, the pressure almost suffocating as lust blown eyes turn impatient.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, still bullying his cock into you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want our parents to see what a little slut you are for nii-chan, yeah?” he warns you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You aren’t sure where to put your hands. They grip into the duvet below before you begin pulling at his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to take it off, though, not when you’re sucking him in and squeezing around him like a fucking virgin. Are you? He doesn’t want to know. His head dips as your nails begin to claw up his back, marking your territory unintentionally.

He moves his leg, hooking his ankle around yours to keep your thigh pinned in place and open wide. You feel him hold your other ankle briefly, kissing it softly before he moves his hand under the bend of your knee. Your eyes cross as he pushes your leg until your opened up for him like a blooming flower. The new angle is monstrous, his thick, intimidating length reaching depths you didn’t even know existed.

He groans as he watches tears roll out of your innocent eyes. Those trusting eyes that didn’t think your nii-chan could be capable of something so salacious. He’s sure he won’t last long. Not when your clamping around him like this and looking at him with those pathetically wet eyes. You’re mumbling something beneath his dampening palm, but he isn’t stupid enough to free your airways and risk you crying out needily for your dear nii-chan.

You panic as you feel him withdraw his length, though deep down you know it’s for the best. But your eyes roll over white as you feel him stab it in again.

“Pretty little sister… want you to cream this cock for me…” he announces, repeating the motion again and again as he basks in the way you can barely look at him in your ecstasy. He can’t take his eyes off you, though. He doubts he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. “I’m gonna cum inside, princess. I belong inside, yeah?”

You shake your head, his words stirring in your mind and bringing your senses back once more. Oh God, he can’t. You’re on the pill, all should be fine if he does cum inside but it’s so damn wrong.

“Did you just say no to your nii-chan? I don’t like that answer.” he replies, his hips picking up the pace again. His body shimmers with a sheen of sweat, and his breathless pants become heavier. “You should be begging me for my cum. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.” he continues. Each thrust of his hips is deep and powerful and you’re sure your inner thighs might be developing bruises.

You whimper, again, knowing you can’t do anything to change his mind.

“Your pussy is so cute… think your clit needs some attention, though. Touch yourself for me, let me watch.” he requests. “Go on… she’s so swollen.”

It’s like being hypnotised. Your dominant hand flies to your cunt and begins to rub your needy clit. And it’s minimal, after barely any touching at all and you’re creaming for your beloved nii-chan. The sight is too much for your brother and the way your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth are an additional lure into his release. His own eyes turn white briefly before he looks down at where you’re joined. Your combined coupling forming a beautiful white ring around the base of his cock with every shallow impale.

“F-Fuck… don’t wanna pull out.” he tells you, finally uncovering your mouth to kiss your lips intimately.

You’re speechless. You aren’t surprised your brother is so experienced or so filthy with his words. Not when he’s travels and fucks girls around the world. But how are you meant to be without him now? When he goes away again… how will you stand it? His cock is made for you, of that, you’re sure. But you doubt he’ll keep it in his pants for your benefit.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother calls up the stairs, your nii-chan’s hand instinctively flies to your mouth and he shushes you before chuckling again.

You cry desperately as he withdraws his softening length from your twitching hole. But neediness turns to discomfort as you feel your brothers fingers move the gusset of your panties back into place. It’s so wet and sticky and gross, your face distorts at the unpleasant feeling.

“Come on, don’t want to be late, do we?”

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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Day seventeen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I think it's pretty normal to give someone a phone when you want to talk to them,” Tim lies. Bruce gives the other Bats burners sometimes, though. And also communicators. And Robin’s loaned plenty of allies communicators before, including Superboy. So it's normal in their circles, whether Kon actually knows they're both in said circles or not.

“. . . I like the green one,” Kon says after a moment, which is a little bit of a surprise. It's a nice sort of deep, leafy color, Tim guesses, but he would've expected Kon to go for black or red or blue; maybe yellow.

He wonders how green Hawaii is, come to think of it.

And how much green Kon regularly sees these days, living underground in a lab.

“Okay,” he says, then gestures towards the phone case display with his smoothie. “Let's get you a screen protector and a case too, just in case.”

“You don’t have to,” Kon says. “I mean, I am gonna have my TTK on it.”

“Yeah, but that only works if nobody knocks it off the table or something when you’re not holding it,” Tim says. “Besides, better safe than sorry, right?”

“Um, okay,” Kon says. Tim leads him over to the phone cases, and Kon glances them over indecisively, clearly paying more attention to the price tags than personal preference. Tim decides distraction is the better part of valor, in this case.

“I don’t recommend anything superhero-themed, for the record,” he jokes. Kon snorts.

“That’s called a feint, thank you very much,” he informs him mock-primly. “Nobody’d think a superhero would actually have the balls to go around with a superhero-themed phone case.”

“They’d think Superboy would,” Tim says in amusement.

“. . . okay, fair,” Kon allows, making a face at himself. Tim laughs.

“How about that one?” he suggests, pointing towards the second-most expensive one on the rack–so Kon will know money isn’t a concern, but also so Kon won’t realize he’s specifically doing it to make sure he knows money isn’t a concern.

“It looks like a tire tread,” Kon says wryly, which is a fair assessment. It’s one of the heavy-duty cases, so it’s pretty bulky as it is, and the pattern on it is a little tire-like.

“The ones down here have glitter, if that’s more your thing,” Tim replies in amusement, pointing again.

“Glitter is more my thing,” Kon says, leaning over to peer down at the indicated row. Tim probably should’ve expected that response, considering, except also he would absolutely never have expected Kon to willingly admit to liking glitter. At least not without being concussed first. “Hmmmmm.”

“That's a nice one,” Tim says. Kon’s looking at a green and blue case with bright gold glitter swirled all over it in abstract designs; it looks a bit like ocean water, if you look at it the right way. It’s definitely not going to be anywhere near as durable as the tire tread one would, but Tim isn’t particularly concerned about that anyway. He was gonna get accident insurance no matter what. Statistically speaking, Kon will probably go through more than a few of these. He hasn't had the same phone for longer than three months since starting up as Robin. Something always seems to happen to them. Usually a supervillain.

“Too bad they don’t have anything with a cute little goat on it,” Kon jokes as he straightens back up, regrettably letting go of Tim's hand to take the green and blue glitter-case off the wall. “You know, commemorate our first date and all.”

“That was not our first date,” Tim says, mildly disgruntled but mostly flustered by the idea. “I'd have planned a date a lot better than those morons planned their dumb heist. And bought you something from the gift shop, if nothing else.”

“Could've just kept the goat, I guess, but Superman would've made me give it back anyway,” Kon muses idly as he looks over the case in his hand and takes another sip of his smoothie. “This is for the right model, right?”

“Should be,” Tim says, though he double-checks anyway. “Yeah, no, you're good. Lemme go grab a clerk so we can get the plan set up. We'll just go through my name, I can probably set up autopay for the bill easier that way.”

“Um, sure,” Kon says, biting his lip for a moment and then glancing sidelong at him. “So is this our first date, then?”

“No,” Tim says, though technically it probably is. But given how Kon’s been acting about the idea that Tim would actually be interested in dedicating actual time and attention to him–“I'll take you somewhere nice for that.”

“Somewhere nice?” Kon says, hiding a very unsubtle grin behind the phone case. It'd work better if his stupid pretty eyes weren't sparkling for it, Tim thinks in resigned accusation. Kon doesn’t ask what “somewhere nice” means, but Tim is already trying to figure out what restaurants he knows that might appeal to Kon’s palate. If he likes Hawaiian flavors . . . there’s some Asian influence in that, right? He thinks, anyway. Japanese, at least. Maybe Filipino? Polynesian? Any other influences or parallel cuisines he’d have to look up to figure out, though.

Tim knows absolutely no Filipino or Polynesian restaurants, much less actually authentic Hawaiian ones. He could definitely do Japanese, though. Japanese would be easy. Just going to a restaurant isn’t much of a date, probably, and he can’t take Kon on patrol or anything like he and Steph used to do, but they could maybe go shopping in a nicer boutique or something? Or go to a museum for actual entertainment instead of just business, if Kon would be interested in something like that. Admittedly, it’s hard to picture him being particularly into museums as a concept, but it might be worth a try.

Maybe he’d like the aquarium or planetarium more than something involving art or history or science, though. Those are a little cooler than just wandering through a bunch of random exhibits, Tim thinks. Or at least, they might appeal more to Kon. The ocean, or stars and planets, or . . . like, whatever, he guesses.

He’ll have to do some recon, probably. Light interrogation. Figure out what Kon would be the most interested in.

Or they could just go to the beach. It’d require a little bit of travel on his part, but likely wouldn’t be a big deal for Kon; he could just fly. Though in retrospect Kon’s probably spent about half his life on a beach, so maybe that’s not interesting enough. And the Jersey Shore probably wouldn’t measure up to Hawaii in his eyes, either.

Hm. Yeah, Tim's definitely going to have to do some recon.

Tim is possibly putting in too much effort here, considering Kon is going to lose interest in actually flirting with him in about five minutes. Kon never seems to really properly date anyone, as far as Tim's seen; just flirt around a lot. So he should be prioritizing shopping and apartment hunting, really, before Kon gets bored of the flavor of the week and wanders off.

Tim Drake is not exactly an exciting date, so . . . yeah, Tim’s not expecting Kon to stay interested for long. He’s just got to take advantage of it for as long as it lasts to leverage Kon into letting him buy him that cul-de-sac and go from there, that’s all. Kon seems to stay friendly with the girls he flirts with even after things fizzle out or fail to go anywhere, so he assumes it won’t be any different with Tim Drake. As long as Kon’ll let him keep paying his way, that’s all that’s going to matter.

Tim is really going to need to frontload that, though. Establish him paying for Kon as the new status quo very quickly and get Kon used to it before he loses interest in him, so he won’t feel awkward about accepting it by then. Or so Tim will already have signed all the paperwork and it’ll be too late for Kon to protest; whichever.

He’s definitely going to have to frontload it.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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mishwanders · 8 months

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I wanna-

I wanna kiss Time on the tip of his his big pointy nose👉👈

Pleeeeeease🥺🥺🥺

Kissin’ his nose for doing a good job because booping it might slice my finger lol

Characters: Lu Time x GN!Reader

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

“Time, help!”

Your scream reached Times ears from upstairs, panic seized him because you hardly ever yelled out for him unless there was trouble. He bolted out of the room, almost running into Warriors as he passed by the door, making his way down to the steps and into the living room where he found you, doubled over the coffee table with Wild beside you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, trying to hide the bit of panic that was escaping through his tone.You looked up at him, despaired. Oh no, this was bad -

“Everything is TERRIBLE!” You exclaimed, holding up a puzzle piece. “Who in their right mind decided to make a 5,000 piece puzzle?! These are so small and so confusing!”

Time looked at you, dumbfounded. Had you really just screamed for him to come help with -

“It’s not that bad!” Wild interjected

“Says the guy who keeps trying to shove the wrong ones together!” You exclaimed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Hey, it’s a process of elimination.” Wild replied

“A process we don’t have time for!” You countered, turning your attention back to Time. “Will you help us? Please? I fear we may be stumped by this puzzle if not.”

“Why didn’t you ask any of the others?” Time asked

“I asked Wars, he didn’t want to and everyone else is too busy.” You explained

“What if I was busy?” He asked in return with a small pout.

“Were you?”

There was a small moment of silence before he sighed. “No.”

“Great! That means you can help us!” You exclaimed with a happy smile.

Time was about to attempt to talk his way out of it, but he was quickly stopped by the voice of the Fierce Deity in his thoughts. ‘Help the little one, I like seeing them smile.’

Time sighed. “Alright, give me a piece. I’ll help.”

The puzzle process with Time and Wild combined did NOT go as smoothly as any if you had hopped. Many disgruntled sighs and looks were given this day, but fret not! For not a single puzzle piece was lost to the other world under the couch and thankfully the extra helping hand led to you all finishing it much faster than it had been going previously.

Time had the last piece in his hand and placed it in the center of the puzzle. He could hear you squealing happily over it being completed, he turned his attention to you, seeing you kiss Wilds cheek before you quickly took Times face in your hands and kissed just nose, retreating just as you’d done so. Wild chuckled at your behavior, both of the men watching you speed off up the stairs yelling for Twilight to come see the completed puzzle (an Ordanian goat, wouldn’t ya know!).

You dragged Twilight downstairs to the living room, rambling off about it, practically singing the praises of Time and Wild for their help. From that moment on Time decided he always wanted to help you with your puzzles, no matter how silly they may be.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu time #lu time x reader #sfe #writing: time #sorry if there are typos

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a-random-fan4444 · 1 year

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I can imagine after realizing that Casey was a soldier just like Draxum, that the yokai goat (sheep?) Would start taking what Casey says about the future a bit more seriously.

I am also guessing that Casey has the photo with the drawing of the key on it. So Draxum likely knows what it looks like - so possibly trying to find said key while dealing with the Foot and the Turtles. (I feel Casey wouldn't hide the other side of the photo but also wouldn't bring it up)

Also, Casey not being at the lab when the turtles find/blow it up and coming back just like "Oh, so that happened......Grandpa Berry! Huginn! Muninn! Are you guys okay?"

Que the disgruntled sounds of the scientist and two squeaks of the gargoyles.

"So you met the younger versions of them did you?"

"If you mean my creations that were stole from me, than yes."

"You shouldn't call them creations, think of them as young yokai - I think I'm the same age as them...or at least Master Michaelangelo age."

OMG an ask!!!! 💕💕💕 Thank you for the questions @im-tired-and-depressed !!! :D (For those who need context)

Unfortunately you have too much faith in Draxum. The problem Draxum has with accepting the future Casey Jr tells him about is that it invalidates his life work. Draxum’s identity, philosophy, and life work are interwoven with his belief of humanity being the thing that will wipe out the Yokai (according to prophecy) to ask him to throw all that aside without “solid proof” is gonna take a very long time. The proof is looking at him in face, the way this boy moves like a soldier, but he’ll still stubbornly deny it. Or at least deny it outwardly (still dismissive of Casey Jr concerns), inside is plenty of denial but, there the beginning of doubt which he’s doing his darnedest to ignore. Inwardly he’s started entertaining the idea.

Casey Jr does have the photo with him! It’s secure in his pocket. He isn’t sure if he should show Draxum the photo though. As much as he loves his grandfather he also knows he’s still a villain, one who hates humans and doesn’t know Lou Jitsu is alive, both of which are in the photo. The photo’s also his best way of showing he’s from the future though, and more importantly has the key drawing. Not risking it, Casey Jr redraws the key on another sheet of paper (provided by Huninn and Muninn of course) to show Draxum. Draxum doesn’t investigate it actively, but if he has some free time he’ll look in to it.

OMG I love the snippet you left!!! 💕💕💕Casey Jr not being there when the turtles initially break in is an amazing idea(it’s too early for a reunion just yet)! The dialogue you provided is just ✨chief’s kiss✨(You really nailed Junior and Draxum)!

Have a meme.

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theacedragon0w0 · 18 days

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Pocket Partner

Sage attending Rosalina's meetings for the first time, plus some gay peeps are there too (Seafarm, Speedflight, and Sharkbox)

Indigo and Hazel belongs to @puffymucher

Sage belongs to me

And everyone else (myths, Bolt, and Scarlet) belongs to the pookie @mirconreadzztuff22

Ngl this is one of my longest fics yet

Sage was honored to be Rosalina's escort for one of her meetings, well in a more technical sense they were more equivalent to be Rosalina's fidget toy as they were aware how apprehensive Rosa was when they were announced.

"Do you think they'll enjoy these brownies?"

Sage attempting to keep Rosalina's nerves at ease, as the two were approaching the enormous doors. Rosalina petted Sage's head,

"Of course they will darling, but if they have anything to say then they'll answer to me."

Sage, much to their expectation, was tiny in comparison to everyone in the room, thankfully they felt Rosalina's tail wrap Sage's own, thembgiving the dragonness a reassuring smile in return.

The moment didn't last long, as Sage was quickly lifted from the ground as a blurr of brown fur blocked their vision. They managed to shake it off when they met eye to eye with the stranger, a large bull demon with an almost similar scar on her face. Which unfortunately contrasted her glowing smile, placing the shaken reptile on the table so she could have a better look at them, turning her head at Rosalina's direction,

"Is this the Sage doll we've been hearing so much about?"

Sage nodded, well as much as they could given how the myth was squishing their face.

"Rosalina you didn't tell me how adorable they are! Kabra you have to say hello, wait are those brownies?"

Sage looked over at the container that held the baked goods, seeing how three other beings were already digging into it.

One of them look marine-like, with tentacles for hair, this must be Kabra, the gluttony myth that Rosalina mentioned. The kraken looked at Sage and gave them a small wave, which comforted them. Sage then reasoned that the bull who still had a grip on them was Minataur, the wrath myth, which Rosalina did mention that her and Kabra were close.

"Hey! Save some for the rest of us you savages!" A large scorpion demon snarled from across the table, who was in a tug-of-war battle with an avian-like demon for the container. Raz must be the scorpion, and Erwin the Avian, Sage remembered, noticing that Erwin had a similar prosthetic arm like them.

Erwin returned the same hiss, "There's enough for everyone dipshit! Just let me grab one for me and Bolt before you end up hogging the entire bowl!"

Sage looked behind Erwin and noticed the large hellhound who was assisting his companion in the battle. This must be Hazel's brother Bolt that they heard about, noting how the hellhound's arm wrapped around Erwin's waist.

"Hey!" Rosalina boomed. The room fell silent, which Rosa cleared her throat,

"Mina, I would appreciate it if you let go of my companion, also yes they made sure that there is more than enough for everyone to have at least two servings, even for the assistants that are also present here," gesturing at the hellhounds and a noticeably disgruntled shark demoness.

Wait isn't that Hazel's ex? No they promised her not to cause any trouble, they were no longer enemies.

Mina passed Sage back to Rosalina, who carefully placed them on her lap as she sat down. Sage tried to hop off to mimic Bolt that stood beside Erwin as he did the same, but the gentle grip that they felt from Rosalina told them enough to remain there.

Still, it didn't help unease the intense stare that they received from the sixth myth, or was it stares? As the demon possessed two faces, one of a goat for his head and a lion that rested on his chest. This must be Jeopard, the man who dropped the ball with Rosalina.

Jeopard looked at Sage with a deep scowl, "Rosalina how many more of those things are you planning to collect?"

"Al menos no me decepciona en la cama, polla flácida."

Sage didn't fully understand what Rosa said but seeing how Jeopard's teeth bared, it was definitely not a compliment.

"Me preocupa cómo esa rana sigue viva ya que estás tan orgulloso de exponer tus asuntos."

Rosalina's grip tightened on Sage's thigh as the two continued to throw insults at each other, Sage noticing how aloof and downright frustrated the other myths looked. Sage guessed that this was a normal occurrence, but the shouting match came to a screeching halt as one more member entered the room.

The figure was cloaked, with a large mask that covered their face.

Andrea, the pride myth.

Rosalina's grip shifted as she moved her arm to wrap it around Sage's waist, even if they wanted to run out from there, they were definitely trapped now. Andrea looked at the couple, only giving them a scoff, which both were grateful that it was the only thing that she gave them.

The meeting went reasonably quickly, as it was mostly about the other myths reporting the current state of the other rings and other issues that they are having to deal with in their respective stations.

After it was adjourned, Andrea was the first to leave, but not without making a snide remark that "at least this one out of all Rosalina's pests is the quietest."

Thankfully the air quickly lighten as the pride myth left, leaving the more friendlier beings to get more information about the new addition to Rosa's love life. With the exception being Jeopard, who was next to leave, not wanting to know more about whoever was sleeping with his ex.

Erwin was the first, as he noticed Sage's prosthetic, "Yo! Same arm! Also thanks a bunch for the baked goods! It's nice to know that Rosa can share a kitchen with someone rather than keeping them from burning it down!"

"Erwin, don't diss my sister like that, anyway it's awesome to meet you Sage. Hazel has told me a bunch about you, name's Bolt by the way, the excited peacock next to me is Erwin."

"And this peacock happens to be your awesome boyfriend!" Shoving his companion so he can get a better look at Sage, shaking their prosthetic a bit too excitingly, as their arm popped out of the sleeve.

"Shit, sorry about that." Erwin nervously chuckled, returning the arm back to Sage before Rosalina could bite his head off.

Minataur and Kabra were next, with the bull having her arm around Kabra's shoulder so she would be included with the conversation, "You gotta tell us how you two met!"

"Velvette was the one to introduce me to Sage, as she was dealing with one of their exes, and I just couldn't resist their charm~" Rosalina teasingly playing with Sage's ear, making them turn a bright red.

"How did you lose your arm?" Kabra asked, not realizing the weight of the question.

Sage figured that they can tell as she wasn't a certain small pup that they were babysitting, "An angel cut it off as I was escaping extermination day."

"Because you were making your way back to your loved ones dear, " Rosalina added.

"A bit sappy if you ask me, now which one of your is the top in this orgy of yours-AACK" Raz was cut off by his enormous hellhound, she looked to be even taller than Bolt, "We don't ask people invasive questions sir." She coldly stated. Turning her head to Sage she spoke in a monotone voice, "It's nice to meet you, I hope we can talk more, but Raz here has some matters to attend to," releasing the scorpion demon from her tight grip.

"Yeah I do! Let's blow this joint."

Sage managed to excuse themselves to the bathroom, where they ran into Hazel's ex and a tall imp next to her.

"Hey,"

"Hey, I'm just gonna,"

"Kay."

Sage rinsed their face over the sink, trying to quickly leave before things got more awkward than necessary, but the tall woman spoke, "Are you the one who is dating Hazel and them?"

"Pretty much, I'm Sage," shaking her hand, at least she is trying to save face.

Indigo immediately clung onto the imp, "you got four girlfriends, this one is MINE and ya not gonna add her to your harem!"

Sage just as quickly backed their hands, "I'm not trying to flirt, you guys do you, anyway it was nice to meet everyone so I'm going head back."

Sage managed to catch their breath when they got outside, returned to Rosalina's side as she was talking to Mina about a something about sharing a recipe, her conversation was cut when she felt Sage's hand, "Oh there you are! Ready to head back?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about making your favorite dish when we get home."

"Rabbit stew!" Rosalina spun the lizard, planting multiple kisses all over Sage's face, still holding them, Rosalina looked at Mina and Kabra, "We'll see if we can book a double date sometime."

#hazbin hotel oc #oc x canon #oc x oc #hazbin hotel

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jiubilant · 1 year

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cw: brief blood mention

The city Bromjunaar, bright crown of old Keizaal, has sat abandoned for a thousand years. The wind scratches like a rat through its maze of crumbling walls, skittering through rubble, gnawing the nose of the mage struggling up its frozen steps. He scrunches it.

Then he leans heavily on his staff, breathing hard, and stares. The ruin is dotted with tents. Unless he is seeing double—and he won’t, he thinks wearily, rule it out—he counts several figures, cloaked and cowled, poring over a fallen bas-relief.

They must not, the mage thinks, know the meaning of the word abandoned. Or dangerous. He cups a hand around his mouth. “Hello?”

The figures jump. A young man with the patchy beginnings of a beard spots him, starts, then scrambles down to him over the scree—looking for all the world, the mage thinks, like a disgruntled goat. The fuzz on his chin has frozen into a point.

“Who goes there?” the boy demands, scowling. His voice cracks, bless him. “Stop where you are. You’re—you’re intruding on College business.”

Baa-siness, thinks the mage, then chides himself. They had warned him in the village that the mountain air would make him thick. He’d only half-believed them; now he can’t get his breath, and his vision is starting to swim, and he’s making goat puns. “College business?”

The young man folds his arms. “College business.”

Surely not, thinks the mage. Bright spots dance like witchfires across his eyes. He squeezes them shut, then opens them again, half-worried that the boy might vanish with the lights; surely Mirabelle had not sent a pack of prentices to undergo the most perilous trial known to wizardry, no matter how dire the circumstances—

“My friends—my colleagues and I,” the boy continues, blushing at the slip, “are conducting field research. The Archmage knows all about it. Um.” The points of his ears flush red. “This site is full of ancient tr—uh, artifacts of, of historical interest, and we—are you all right?”

The mage, with scholarly eloquence, says, “Nuh.”

He sways like a metronome. Then there is a steadying hand at his elbow, and another at his back, and a startled little laugh—strangely familiar, the mage thinks, and less like a bleat than he had expected—easing him down, all together, on a jut of stone.

“Altitude,” the boy says sagely. “Or you’re timesick. Here, sera, sip this.”

He thrusts a flask at the mage, who takes it in numb hands. Mirabelle, he thinks, did not send these students. They must have set out on their expedition—unsanctioned, the mage does not doubt—long before things on campus went bad. Savos Aren’s amulet, cold as the man who once wore it, hangs heavy as a millstone from his neck.

He clutches the flask. He stares at this boy too young to grow his beard, who doesn’t know about the Archmage, or Ancano, or the Eye.

“—can’t hurt to tell you what we’re up to, I suppose,” the boy is saying, oblivious. “In a few weeks, we’ll all be famous. Well, go on.” He straightens, dusting the snow from his breeks, and crunches backwards through the rising drifts. “Ask me why we’re here.”

The mage stares at him. The boy, or perhaps the mountain, rocks gently to one side.

“Why,” he rasps, the words thick and slow, “are you—”

The boy, with a grin and a grand flourish, throws out his arms as if to embrace the rubble. “This is the site”—he raises his voice over the frigid howl of wind and snow—“of a temporal singularity!”

The mage’s ears are ringing. He tries to look interested. “A temp—ah, temporal—”

“Years ago,” says the boy, bright-eyed, “a dragon-priest of Bromjunaar meddled with chronology, hoping to create a space outside of time in which to stash his treasures. There’s no record of whether he succeeded. Maybe he did. Maybe his pocket-realm can still be unlocked, if you have the key—not that anyone, to my knowledge, does.” He crunches back and forth like a scholar pacing behind a lectern. “Though we were supposed to meet a Breton fellow here, a scholar, who was excited about a sonaak mask he bought from some antiquary. But he’s a week late. We won’t wait much longer for him before going in.”

The mage’s face sharpens. He sits up straighter, ignoring the nausea that rolls in his stomach like a stone. “Going—”

“In any case,” the young man continues, unheeding, “time was broken here, once, and the cracks remain. Things slip through. It’s not unprecedented. You’ve surely heard of the Second Numidian Effect—”

He stops. An odd look crosses his face.

He’s staring, the mage realizes with strange unease, at Savos’s amulet.

“Things slip through,” the boy murmurs again, half to himself. “Um.”

And he draws, from the folds of his scarf, the same amulet.

The mage stares at it. He fumbles a hand to his own talisman, cold and heavy and there—around his neck, yes, but around the boy’s neck, too—

“Are you from the future?” The boy’s voice is soft. His eyes, red and watery with the cold, are wide as coals. “Are you—are you me?”

Not real, thinks the mage. Not real. But the boy, he remembers, had touched him.

He swallows a hysterical laugh. “I’m not you.”

“Oh.” The boy’s face falls. Then it fills again with wonder, hesitant and trembling, like a half-tame animal. “Are we—friends?”

The mage stares at him. He thinks, as the wind cuts their faces, of the man that this boy will become—twisted in the snow, blank-eyed, beard bloody.

“You saved—” His throat closes. He clears it. Smiles, somehow. “Saved my life.”

The boy’s eyes gleam. “Really?”

“Savos!” One of the other apprentices, little more than a speck on a high wall, waves down at them. Her dark curls fly in the wind. “Sav! Hurry up!”

Savos Aren jumps. Turns around.

“Atmah,” he calls back, his face wild with delight, “you’re not going to believe—”

He vanishes. The girl vanishes.

The mage stares, unblinking, as the snow whirls through the space where they had stood.

“Not real,” he says to the wind, the ice, the frozen stones.

Then he blinks down at the flask, capped with a cork, still clutched in his cold hand.

#skyrim #college of winterhold #microfic #oc tag #ravi

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are-we-really-doing-this · 4 months

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Okay so imagine this. Year 2000, you're on a first date with the frontman of Drowning Pool, Dave Williams.

Total catch right? He's got a nice black collared shirt on and his hair is perfectly spiked. Date's at a restaurant because it is. Some trendy place, it's nice but the service seems to be shit. Backed up to all hell. You can barely read the menu because most of it's in French but you can tell that one of the appetizers has goat cheese, and you like goat cheese so you call it a safe bet. Some disorganized rude piece of shit takes y'all's orders but the interaction is over in 45 seconds max so you can forget about it. Shit takes forever and you're starting to feel bad because you were the one that suggested this place, but you're finding he's lovely conversation. Funny too. He talks loud but you like that. Eventually you both lose track of time talking about this and that, nothing too first-date stereotypical. He tells you about his band, apparently they’re pretty heavy and you actually consider checking it out. Finally some food comes out, it's piece of shit again, but he only has one of the things you asked for. It's whatever Dave got, you weren't listening before but it looks great. Your goat cheese is nowhere to be seen. This obviously upsets him because you've been waiting too so, looking disgruntled, he says

You have no idea and frankly you're pissed.

#guys you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to execute this joke properly #every fucking time I listen to Sinner this is all I can hear and it’s been driving me insane #drowning pool #nu metal #meme

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fierykitten2 · 1 month

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Do you ever hear about KOSA and just think “I should draw some porn before it’s too late” and then realise you can’t draw and you’re vaguely uncomfortable with drawing porn so you just draw characters/species from your special interest being snarky about it by hiding themselves behind a censor? No? Just me?

Don’t ask what Moth is doing or why Jugulis seems to be tipping itself upside-down. Or why Valiant and the Neo Swords have their blades out (okay that one actually makes sense)

Featuring an over-exaggerated censor because I realised there are only 8 letters in censored and I had the opportunity to do the best thing ever (each letter matches one of the Future Paradox Pokémon)

Who each of the descriptions is referencing: “11 beings with no gender” is the Future Paradox Pokémon as a group because I still haven’t worked out the difference between genderless and gender unknown, “pan dragon” is Miraidon (I considered referring to it as “Mimi” because I bet Jugulis nicknames it Mimi to match everyone else being referred to as the second word in their names), “ “lazy” omni dragon who may have ADHD” is Jugulis because it has a similar colour scheme to the omni flag and I guess I wanted one to have ADHD, the moth that Jugulis is in a relationship with is Moth, “two “dangerous” humans with autism” are Hands and Valiant because I’ve seen people refer to Valiant as autistic and I think one of Hands’s animations looks like a stim - specifically Hands is the one in a relationship with a penguin (it’s Bundle) and Valiant is the left-handed one that will stab you (I bet it’s like “I don’t wanna entertain stereotypes but” *stabs you*), the overexcited party animal deer is Leaves because it’s got a funny run animation and it bounces its hind legs before performing Psyblade, the pyromaniac bull is Boulder because I headcanon that it and Fire like to use explosives on their enemies (them combined with Valiant’s eagerness to stab those it believes did stuff wrong probably means that in this reality, KOSA doesn’t stand a chance), the “disgruntled goat that has to deal with them” is Crown (who agrees with their political opinions but doesn’t agree with Boulder’s methods of dealing with them) and the metalhead is Thorns (but honestly at least Valiant and Boulder are also metalheads. And Leaves because it’s my favourite Pokémon. And all the Future Paradox Pokémon just because). The only one I didn’t single out was Treads. This is because I wasn’t trying to single out every single one of them I just thought I should say stuff about them

The parts about them trying to live their lives being sexual, Jugulis being lazy and Hands and Valiant being dangerous are meant to be sarcastic (though admittedly Valiant is definitely dangerous, it’s just not the autism’s fault). I probably didn’t need to include the neurodivergent parts (and admittedly if we assume these guys aren’t well-disguised cyborgs it doesn’t make that much sense anyway) but I guarantee everyone that supports KOSA has a problem with the disabled

I didn’t intentionally create a pan flag using Valiant, Boulder and Bundle’s parts of the background (also random but if you line up the Neo Swords in Pokédex order their lights make a pan flag)

I think I wanted to restart Miraidon’s lightning but I liked that it formed a W shape as if it was saying “whatever lol” to right-wing opinions (as in ignoring them)

Oh yeah those strange glowy bits are Leaves (in pink), Boulder (in orange) and Crown (in blue) levitating the sign

And don’t ask what happened to Treads (this is why I need to pay attention to the size of the brush I’m using)

#fandom with politics #fuck kosa #future paradox #iron treads #iron bundle #iron hands #iron jugulis #iron moth #iron thorns #iron valiant #miraidon #iron leaves #iron boulder #iron crown #procreate art #strangely Crown seems to be the only one in the process of attacking

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thesimpsonsultimateshowdown · 10 months

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The Simpsons Ultimate Showdown!

Quarterfinals:

MARGE SIMPSON VS BART SIMPSON

#the simpsons #polls #marge simpson #bart simpson #kill the boy #springfield arena 5 #disgruntled goat

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ohwynne · 1 year

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A quick guide about Protherians & deals with demons.

Head's up! This post talks about human and animal sacrifice, and though I won't get into minute detail, it will still be present throughout as its at the core of Protherian belief.

TLDR: Welsh farmer and patriarch Corwyn Prothero made a deal with a greater demon, some three centuries ago. In return for reverence, sacrifice and devotion, he and his ilk would receive good crops, good fortune, privacy and stability. Ever since, traditions and rituals have sprung up to make the downright simple truth more digestible: from moon-cycle based sacrifices to equinox-celebrations. Early in the 20th century, the then-patriarch attempted to relocate his group to the US in an attempt to shake their demon and never ending debt. It, naturally, didn't work and did disgruntle said demon quite a fair bit. Ever since seeing its wrath, the commune has lived in greater fear of it.

Click HERE for a visualisation.

The Protherians (named after their once-founder, whose painted image still hangs in mess hall) can currently be found in the area of Moosehead lake, where a large estate is the home of a small, self sufficient community. Contact with the outside world is limited and extended to a fair few, who do business with nearby towns.

Over the centuries, Protherian scripture has become the base of the cult's beliefs. There are biblical themes and stories there, though they do not believe in God. Stories like that of Abraham and Isaac, as well as Noah, however, are often referenced. The texts are seen as absolute truth. When speaking of the demon with whom Corwyn Prothero made a deal all those centuries ago, they prefer to use the word gythraul or simply It. Most people have not seen it (and those who claim to have might be lying), though there are drawings. Yes, the demon has goat legs. Yes, It might have chosen to appear that way to scare the bejesus out of previously god-fearing people.

There is a soft hierarchy within the cult, with elders having the highest position. The patriarch (often a direct descendant of Prothero) stands at the top of society. In two instances, this role has been filled by a woman — but the commune is quite a patriarchal mini-society. Mentors are highly revered. Most other members are just that, and tend mostly to the farming, livestock and other tasks that keep society turning. There are commune-wide referendums, though they are not always heeded by those in charge. Keeping their followers in check with fear is an effective method, though there are other means as well. Disobedience and cynicism are not met with kindness. Desertion means being disowned. Generally speaking, these measures are not taken often due to a lack of need.

A lot of the fabricated beliefs are based in nature. With their lives still so tied to the change of the seasons as well as the whims of the weather, perhaps this is only logical. They celebrate each equinox with large feasts, bonfires and dance. While Protherians are superstitious in nature, they don't subscribe to most Anglo-Saxon superstitions and have their own ways. A bone in your pocket, an innocent creature bled out, a chicken heart on your doorstep, a smear of blood on each cheek. To be connected with death is to respect life. They are very respectful of all living things, but also deeply revere the cycle of life and death. It's why sacrifice is such a fundamental and core part of their community.

Animal sacrifice is deeply normalised and is part of most celebrations and rituals. In the centre of the estate stands an altar, where fruits, flowers and at times, dead animals are placed to appease gythraul. Every blue moon, the best sheep of the flock is bled out — its coat dotted with braided flowers and scented with infused oils. Every fourth blue moon, it is a young adolescent in stead. This knowledge is shared with the intended sacrifice after the end of a previous cycle and the rest of their life is lived in preparation of the best thing they could possibly do for their community. Human sacrifices are sanctified when alive as well as dead, given the best portions and nicest room. The person receives lamb-rib necklaces, rabbit phalanges to keep under their pillow and dried flowers to hang in their room. To have someone among you destined for death is in and of itself something honourable and holy. It is said the person's destiny is solidified due to their date of birth. The one born closest to the latest human sacrifice shall be destined to fulfil that role one day. Such was the case for Wynne. (This is a lie. At the end of the day, there's nothing special about Wynne. It exists make it so that the elders and patriarch can't be blamed for choosing someone to die: leaving it up to fate is more easy to accept, for most.)

Modernity is largely rejected, though there is electricity and radio. There even is a router somewhere on the estate, as a few mobile phones — but this is not at all advertised and limited to elders alone. Clothes are mostly handmade and, thus, rather traditional. Plaids, cotton, wool. Simplicity. They aren't necessarily traditional in all other ways, and do have a tendency towards 'hedonism'. Corwyn Prothero rejected Christianity, after all, and his community soon started to live in what they had once considered sin. Children are homeschooled and do learn a fair bit of the outside-world curriculum, though are always taught to take it with a grain of salt. Mentors teach them to look down on modern society and their brutish, self centred ways. They have lost their way.

The threat of gythraul is very real, no matter how Wynne doubts it at times. When the community moved across-seas in an attempt to shake It, they met its wrath as it claimed young souls, leaving the commune child-less in 1934. Wynne fears their abandonment has caused another event of sorts, though they cannot bring themself to do the research needed to find out. Any thought of what they might have set in motion leaves them frozen and shut off — so it might be a while until they find out. Allow me, then, to lift the veil. The birth order makes no difference. Wynne was only ever special because they were told as much, because they were adorned with flower-bone wreaths. All that gythraul requires is a young life ended before its time. When the elders found Wynne's bedroom empty and their coffers depleted, they held their head in their hands for a moment. That night, it was Wynne's brother Iwan they laid on the altar in stead.

#protherians.#cd.#heeeh

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macmanx · 10 months

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One fateful day … tragedy struck. For the day was as hot as any other, the sweaty scrum was atwitter, and the well had run dry. Conklin scoured the circus for water, but it had been used up — the elephants had been fed, the goat had been bathed, and all hope seemed lost.

Casting impropriety to the wind he barged into the changing tent of Fannie Jamieson — the queen of mid-19th century bareback equestrian — who had peeled off her bright red tights and was scrubbing off the horse-scent in a bucket of water.

Water!

The newly christened “strawberry” lemonade sold twice as quickly as Conklin’s boring old lemonade, which didn’t contain any ladies’ tights and therefore was much less exciting. The next day, aniline dye became a permanent addition to the recipe. Though highly toxic, Conklin figured a few drops wouldn’t hurt anyone, and besides, even if it did, who would suspect the pink lemonade of befalling them?

#history #lemonade #pink lemonade

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anicyz · 2 years

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Chapter four of the speed run Wild au is up! As usual a short excerpt can be found below the cut.

When Twilight reached Wild the younger was already happily patting the nose of a gentle looking pinto. To his left were two identically disgruntled looking children dressed in red vests, strange squashed hats. To his right was Sky, ineffectively trying to get Wild to let go of the horse.

“Hey! You can’t just walk over here and touch any horse you want!” This kid was loud.

“Yeah, that one bites!” Twilight winced at the screeching pitch, that one was definitely louder.

Wild looked down at them as he scrubbed the cheeks of his new friend. “Does she?”

The child he’d addressed scuffed a shoe in the dirt, “Well… not really, but still!”

Twilight laughed and tugged Wild away from the horse a smidge. No reason to jeopardize their chances to pet the horses any further. “Hello, sorry about my friend here, we all just really like horses and he hasn’t been around that many.”

Not a lie, Wild had met Epona briefly and commented on how she looked similar to another horse he’d ridden but did not speak on other horses after that. Add on that he thought Wolfie was some weird hybrid shaggy horse for about a week and it was clear to Twilight just how much experience Wild had with horses.

The twins(?) nodded understandingly and proceeded to give their small group a very obvious once over. Twilight had forgotten how adorable kids were, they hadn’t seen very many during their quest as a group.

“Are you guys twins too?”

“Or a set of quadruplets and a set of twins?”

“Or two sets of triplets?”

“Or-”

Legend interrupted the steady stream of questions, “No, we are not twins.”

“You’ve gotta be!”

“Why do you all look the same then?”

“We don’t all look the same!” Wind sounded horrified “I’m way cooler than these guys! And younger too.”

Twilight thought he might be mildly offended by that.

Legend was a little more than mildly offended by that, “Are you calling us old pipsqueak?” His sharp smile did not read friendly.

Wind puffed out his chest, “I call it like I see it.”

Twilight held Sky back from disrupting the ensuing wrestling match. Wind was only getting what he deserved.

When Legend managed to get a knee in the small of Wind’s back, pinning him to the ground with a shout of triumph, the twins piped up again, “You fight like brothers though.”

Twilight considered that. At the start of this time warp quest he’d seen them solely as fellow adventurers. Just people who’d gone through similar stuff and were there to deal with the next threat. But, as they’d gotten to know each other it had definitely begun to feel more like he’d found a family.

One that he could really call his.

Sure he missed Ordon and loved those who had taken him in but he was still the hylian in the midst of humans. A wolf in the goat pasture.

The others were just as dangerous as he was. He knew that many of them felt just as out of place as he did in their own Hyrules. They were at the very least brothers in arms. At the most…

“You could call us that.”

Sky nudged Twilight in the ribs for his lackluster response, sue him he hadn’t processed this revelation yet, but added, “We’re all some form of related but definitely not twins.”

Time to change the subject. “Could we pet your horses?”

The fight on the ground paused as expectant eyes latched onto the kids.

“Well since you asked so nicely,”

“I guess we could oblige you.”

They spent an excellent while petting the horses, Wild dodging sneaky pinches from the kids in retaliation for not asking the first time, until Time, Warriors, and Hyrule joined them.

Time gestured for the heroes to gather around, “I talked to the stable master. We have beds for the night but it’s going to be a tight fit. You boys will have to share.”

Wind flopped backwards from his perch on the fence where he’d been petting the horses onto Twilight who barely swayed under his additional weight, “Don’t worry old man, it’s not like we haven't huddled for warmth before!”

Time smiled at the pirate laying across Twilight’s shoulders, “I’m not concerned in the least,” He gave the twins, who were staring in awe at the well armored man that had just appeared in their midst, a gentle nod and reached over Legend to pet the forehead of the cream colored horse.

Legend shifted to the side to let Time have more room as well as give Twilight space to drop Wind and glanced around. No sign of Wild.

That wasn’t good.

#speedrun at your own risk #speed run wild au #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #fanfiction #that on fanfiction i decided to write where wild speed runs his adventure before meeting the crew #Twi is a horse boy and it shows #despite his best efforts

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Ok, this is somewhat SVTOE. But how about VM + Cassandra with a S/O who is a royal member of the butterfly family and they are super powerful like Skywynne levels of powerful.

(She was the Queen of Hours. A title she got because when her family's castle was destroyed it took a total of five years to rebuilt it. However, thanks to Skywynne placing a 24-hour time loop over the kingdom. To the entire kingdom the construction only took a day. And one time a in a fit frustration and stress she unintentionally destroyed an another dimension entirely)

Also how would they take seeing the s/o's butterfly form and knowing that they're from another dimension.

Oh dang!! That’s whole new levels of GOAT for y/n

Your powers were helpful but also complex. It can stop and manipulate time to your will, but what if there’s a cost? Could they live with the fact that something is cost to protect/save them?

Percy - any attack that tries to prove fatal to him is halted immediately. He can see the toll it takes on you sometimes and doesn’t want you to be forfeited as he almost once was

Pike - she could see Delilah’s magic coming at her, aimed at the Everlight’s symbol, until everything feels as if she’s moving through honey. Next thing, Delilah is countered by her own hand

Scanlan - if he’s ever said something dumb, please reverse time to forget. Just kidding, but really, your skill is more than helpful for anything from a disgruntled rival to reversing Betrayer God magic

Grog - fascinated from the tattoos that cover your cheeks to the way you can change/manipulate time. Always asks questions about what you can do and if takes its toll on you, there’s a healing potion for that

Keyleth - the attack she took for Vex is halted as she can feel herself move back to a safer place, unharmed, as you take the hit instead

Vax’ildan - also likes your cheek tattoos (thinks they’re cute AF) and when you show him small demonstrations here and there, he’s looking with wonder. Plus your magic helps with the “dagger! Dagger! Dagger!” attacks

Vex’ahlia - time magic helps more with her arrow attacks and retrievals, but also is concerned for you too about what effects your magic can have

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gogogoats · 10 months

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Dragonblade Deep Dive - Chapter Fifteen

Look, I’ll be honest. My patience for this novel is fast running out, but my fury at the total bastardisation of these characters is seemingly endless.

Chapter Fifteen – Two Go Missing

The conversation between Jane, Theodore, Jester and the Royals continues. The Queen is done very dirty as both a mentor and a mother. Frankly she comes across as an awful person.

She wants Lavinia married off for terrible reasons. The King does not. Cuthbert informs them both that he and Lavinia have already decided who they will marry. He plans to marry Jane (?!?!!!) and Lavinia plans to marry Dragon (?!?!?!?!!!!!) His parents are amused.

Eventually they notice that their daughter is missing and ask where she is. Upon hearing that she was in the loft in the stable, Jester freaks out about her possibly hearing his conversation with Gunther and takes off in search of her.

We circle back to the coconut, alas. Rake has decided the “pig egg” might be dead and Pepper should crack it open and cook it.

Jester loops Rake in somewhat on the situation even though he was super cagey with Smithy (Smithy would be my choice of confidant, personally) and suggests that Gunther’s scheme will have dire consequences for the entire castle which makes no sense but let’s move on. Rake says if the Princess is annoyed at Gunther she will want to confront him directly, so Jester goes to search for him. Instead he is met by Jane (and tells her he must speak with her privately), then Theodore, then Smithy. Jane is disgruntled that Lavinia is an inconvenience when she has important dragon business going on. Theodore tells her she’ll find Lavinia before the Queen stops “championing” Jane. Umm, I don’t think you know what that word means, Theo. Jester ‘lightly’ suggests that Lavinia is looking for Gunther so they should stake him out “like a goat” to lure the Princess. Theodore loves it, of course, because it’s a way of denigrating Gunther.

Jane and Jester head to the dungeon to find Gunther but stop in the stairs for a DnM. They catch each other up and Jane gets straight into blaming Gunther and insulting his intelligence, willfully misinterpreting his motives, the usual.

Then they head into the dungeon where Gunther, Ivon, Haroldus and the Dungeon Master are all passed out on the floor, apparently drunk off their faces. This, despite Gunther only very recently being sent down there to guard them and told not to drink.

Oh and Robert has escaped. Cue panic.

Thoughts:

On what planet is the Queen now a wolf sizing Jane up like prey? And are we truly, honestly expected to believe that the reason she wants to sell her 10 year old daughter off in marriage -against the wishes of the King no less!- is to get her away from Jane’s influence? REALLY? Her 10-year-old baby child should be removed from the safety of her home and taken to a strange place to be married to a total stranger who she was made to “chose for herself” from a portrait so the end result of the match can be blamed on her, even if he’s an arrogant teen or adult, and even if he decides to claim his “marital rights” from said TEN-YEAR-OLD because somehow that is better than having her around Jane? But hey, I’m sure those portraits are all completely accurate and haven’t been adjusted to flatter the subjects. And there’s definitely no way that some might have been painted a decade or so ago, right? She straight up calls it “the exchange of our daughter’s happiness for the security of our kingdom” and WANTS that.

And don’t get me started on Cuthbert wanting to marry Jane. Apparently there’s a club you can join, kid.

Why is Jester willing to tell Rake what’s up but being super cagey around Smithy? I hope it’s not because Rake hasn’t expressed a romantic interest in Jane.

Jester implying that Gunther is somehow a direct and immediate threat to Lavinia if he realises that she overheard their conversation is just… such a clear lack of understanding of who Gunther is as a person. Which to be fair applies to this entire novel. The author’s disdain for Gunther is being projected from every other character. Theodore taking delight at the idea of tying him out in the yard like a goat as bait for Lavinia is a clear example of that. There is no other character he would think of in this way. Anyone else would simply be asked to come and help by standing near the fountain.

How is Gunther being treacherous by trying to prevent his father from literally committing treason? Now that Jane and Jester know what Magnus has planned but don’t seem inclined to tell anyone or do anything about it, and in fact want to stop Gunther from preventing it, they are actually the ones committing treason. How is Gunther the bad guy here?

I think I’m starting to understand why this whole castle is so completely unhinged with zero chill. Obviously their dungeon master come wine maker has been producing 98% proof wine. How can Gunther go from standing sober to blacked out in the time it took for Jane to have a brief chat with the royal family and then with Jester? Why are two of the knights of Kippernium so incompetent and stupid that Toothy Rope-Hair can just pour his wine away while they drink themselves senseless in about 30 minutes?

And why is it only now that Jane is acknowledging that Robert is a total stranger with unknown motives who probably shouldn’t be at the castle?

Time passed since start of novel: Day Two - evening at last descends

Characters who have a romantic interest in Jane: Jester, Gunther, Robert, CUTHBERT

Characters hinted at having a romantic interest in Jane (or her in them): Smithy, Haroldus

#Jane and the Dragon #JatD #Dragonblade #Dragonblade spoilers #dragonblade deep dive

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GLIMPSES OF THE PAST:a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially! send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't

❝ I know you're here. Give it back, Bright. ❞

The man laughs, holding his hand out to the incubus reclined in the rafters of his workshop. The only answer he's given is a light three-note laugh as Grimbright hangs upside down from one of the beams.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝Oh come on, you've been working on it for weeks now! You can't perfect everything. ❞

It's an odd sight, such a relaxed smile on the daemon's lips as he holds the twin daggers close to his chest- and the smith's hammer curled in his tail.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Say I can keep them and I'll give it back. ❞

❝ Only if you want dull daggers- ❞

He makes a grab for the incubus- who quickly dodges out of the other daemon's reach. Laughing, joyously, as he gracefully moves from rafter to rafter. The sound in turn earning a small exhale of fire from the goat-like daemon.

❝ You're insufferable. ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ You love it. We wouldn't be friends otherwise. ❞

Another laugh, though it's followed closely by a shout as Grimbright looses his footing and falls- right into the burly man's arms. His face a deep shade of red before his hand pushes against the smug face of the blacksmith. Freeing himself of his grasp with a disgruntled noise as he drops the hammer from his tail back into the other daemon's hands and stabs the "dull" daggers into the wood of an old table.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ It's not like you use it anymore. Why does the Prince want you around his palace so often anyway? There's not that much furniture around to fix or that many guards to arm. Man's practically a pacifist, I don't even think he knows the meaning of war. ❞

❝ I'd use it if you would stop taking it to make me come back here, Bright. Sounds like someone misses me. ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Don't be so full of yourself, Akram, I just need you to finally finish my daggers. ❞

❝ Mhm. Sure. You know I can tell when you're lying, right? ❞

He laughs, a soft smile graces Grimbright's lips as his back is turned to the taller daemon. Though he goes right back to that hardened frown of his as the other daemon walks past him- turning to grace Grimbright with that damn warm smile of his. How dare he be so... wonderful.

❝ Tell you what, I'll finish the daggers this weekend if you stop stealing my tools. Sound like a deal? ❞

A roll of the eyes, but it's followed by a soft punch to the other man's arm,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Deal- and you meet me at the tavern when you're done. See you there~ ❞

#💚 || ask answered #🖤 || ic post #🖤 || ever watchful shade #💚 || drabbles

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