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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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jojo relationship headcanons: the jojos

i need more anime mutuals 😫 and i’ve also had jojo brain rot for the past week. anyways this is separated into four spectate parts. one which is all six jojos. two is jobros part 1. three is jobros part 2. and part four is main villains.

jonathan jostar ☆

•just the sweetest man you have ever met oh my god. he’s the kind of boyfriend people write love stories about

•super physical at home. always holding your hand , cuddling you , kissing you - the works. but in public he is more of a gentleman. if he feels the need to protect you he will grab your hand but for the most part he’s hands off

•nature walks >>>

•he’s thrilled that danny likes you. though he’s a bit jealous that the dog gets more affection than him some days

•jojo gets extra flustered with pet names.

• “jonathan, darling, i need help grabbing this book”.

•the man is in absolute shambles. he’s putty in your hands. at this point

•despite his buff figure he likes to be little spoon once in a while. being held makes all the burdens in his world disappear

•very straightforward yet somewhat soft spoken. if he has an issue he will address it immediately but in the kindest way possible

•he’s afraid to be vulnerable sometimes. he doesn’t want to seem weak

•a morning person !! wakes up at the crack of dawn ready to greet the day with a smile. he’s careful not to wake you up though.

•is also super open about his intentions. he plans on marrying you and having five children. it doesn’t matter if their adopted he just wants a nice big family

•does his very best no matter what so overall he’s a 1000/10

joseph jostar ☆

• the perfect mixture of a best friend and boyfriend. there is never a dull moment around jojo

•the dates he takes you on are always spontaneous and fun. late night skinny dipping , joy rides around the city , harassing ceaser. you name it

•is actually really stylish so best believe he os going to put together some matching outfits.

•and i hope you like to eat because he loves trying new foods. he pretends like it’s for the class and the rich experience but he just likes the food

•isn’t the best listener but if he needs to remember something he will. don’t worry about forgotten birthdays or anniversaries he won’t forget. can’t promise you he won’t forget his chores.

•speaking of which he loves to throw elaborate parties. it’s an every weekend affair

•likes to get dressed up and show off how gorgeous the two of you are together. he will flaunt you all around the room if he can.

•gets jealous sometimes. he’s super verbal about it. all he needs is a little reassurance.

•it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating he will still flirt with you like he did when you first met

•loves to dance! and yes you will be learning as well.

•you will never be bathing alone again jojo is always there for company

•when he can’t sleep he likes to brainstorm baby names with you. even if you’re one month into dating he just finds it fun

•loves to gossip with you and the girls at the cafe. it’s become a bit of a tradition

jotaro kujo (3) ☆

•a kind and giving soul, though he won’t show the outside world

•such an ass sometimes. he will put things in high places , move your stuff around or have star hide it for him. for a high school student he sure is childish.

•he doesn’t show any type of affection when you’re at school. as cold as this seems he just doesn’t want all the girls to start targeting you. he can’t bear to see his baby hurt

•your first date was an aquarium date. shocker. he loves looking at the sea life and learning about them. beach trips are quite common with him as well.

•jojo usually isn’t one to talk but with you he’s chatting your ear off. he has so much to say sometimes.

•walks you home every day after school. even if he misses a day he will walk his ass right up to that building and wait.

•he gets into fights on the regular so be prepared to get a load of first aid experience. he tries not to worry you with his wounds but they’re always visible

•hates large groups of people so lunch will be eaten on the roof. students aren’t supposed to be up there so it’s always vacant

•holly will make you and jojo a lunch. they’re always so good.

•jotaro tries to keep you away from his doting mother and grandfather but that doesn’t last for long. before you know it they’re all over you.

•you love his family though you aren’t sure what he’s so embarrassed of. they’re so sweet and fun to be around

•since he’s no good with words he’ll buy you little things. flowers,food, little stuffies. he’s even written a letter or two

josuke higashikata ☆

•this is his first relationship so be patient with the baby. most of his relationship advice comes from his mother and okayasu

•small town gossip spreads fast so i hope you didn’t want a private relationship with jojo. he is more than happy to show you off to the world

•he has only experienced relationships through movies and manga. a lot of his actions are cliche and a but cringe but he’s cute so.

•hates the aquarium. jotaro suggests it as a first date spot and josuke laughs in his face.

•holds your hand all around school. he is not shy about showing you off now that everyone knows.

•includes you in like EVERYTHING. he doesn’t want you to feel left out at any time. josuke will explain stands and all that just so you’re up to speed. don’t be scared though y/n. he won’t let anyone hurt you.

•he’s a teenage boy after all so he will try to look cool infront of you all the time. weather that’s getting into a fight or balancing on the rusty rail of a bridge.

•you and tomoko are so close!! josuke acts like he’s annoyed but he’s just so glad you’re getting along

•makes plans with you for the future. he wants to get out of morioh, get married , travel the world. don’t worry he isn’t going to pressure you.

•did someone say double dates ? koichi and josuke set up little get togethers once a month. they’re usually at tonios.

•weather you like it or not okayasu will be sit in on the double dates. doesn’t care about all the love shit he’s there for the food

giorno giovanna ☆

•treats you like royalty weather you like it or not. anything you’ve ever wanted is all yours.

•you are no longer allowed to walk the streets alone so i hope you don’t plan on doing anything shady y/n because there will always always ALWAYS be someone accompanying you

•poetry is one of his specialties so when he’s not doing anything he will write you a beautiful page and give it to you later

•wants to take you travelling. the world is a beautiful place and he wants to make sure you experience it first hand

•he isn’t home as much as he’d like to be so expect a loooot of late night phone calls

jolyne cujoh☆

•she has a bit of trouble showing love because of some childhood trauma but she’s been working on it for you

•wanna see a cool smoke trick? of course you do.

•she misses you so much while she’s locked up. your visits/phone calls is what keeps her going

•she makes you the cutest little crafts and sends them to you. it’s her way of spoiling you the best she can

•when jolyne gets out it’s full of PDA and date after date. there’s lots to make up for

•anime conventions with her are an absolute blast. she loves taking you and showing you all the things she likes

•so much shopping !! she likes to dress cool and in style so the two of you go out and get the newer clothes when they come out

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voiceofthesilly · 3 months

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Hi, uhm.

Your designs for the voices in STP are..

Genius.

The premise of their design are simple (birds(?) with animal skull heads(?)) yet it makes them so distinguishable!

Also your art is very yummy- It's beautiful.

Ajsjadhdja thanku!! this means a lot, espeically since i love your designs for them a LOT Gonna take that as an opportunity to explain them some bc i havent really done that so beware, long rant under the cut

The general idea was for them to have masks of various woodland creatures, as a general reference to the cabin being set in the woods and to add a bit of a fairytale twist, as often in fairytales guiding voices in form of animals appear But thinking about it skulls are such a sick idea and might use them for less cartoony iterations honestly

From left to right!

Cold was actually pretty hard to pick an animal for - @3zethe3zr has been immense help figuring those out with various voices and we went through options like wolves and bears before i settled on lynx (quick, efficient and solitary assassin). I wanted Cold to feel big and overpowering, blocking out everything else. In a way that silence is big, sorta. You might also notice that they're the only voice without markings - its partially because everything i could come up with felt too on the nose, and partially because well. what symbol better than vast emptiness. Largest voice! 8'2" tall

Paranoid is a mouse, i feel like the association here is pretty straightforward. Big wings to hide behind and bald patches from overpreening. Their pattern is the eyes, they can't seem to get rid of them. Some on the feathers, some straight on the skin.

Hunted gets a hare mask because i said so and hares have amazing prey eyes. It's rather large, but always crouched over and ready to bolt, making it much smaller than it could be - Hunted always says we're small, but there's a moment where Wild refutes that. Of course it's not in reference to physical size there, but I wanted to use that nonetheless. Target mark on their chest and mask. Eyes on the side of the head - not sure where i heard it first but it was sych a good take i had to do it

Hero !!! I struggled a lot with the animal for them, went through a bunch of deer, wolf, even bird at some point (birds were off limits). In the end went with 3zr's squirrel suggestion - a little kind voice sitting on your shoulder. Hero also gets a cape, as a treat. for being there always. And because they're a hero and im no edna mode. Markings are the slits in a knight helmet!

Stubborn was im pretty sure the first one who got designed at all, due to intense stubborn brainrot. Animal is a boar, due to the mfs being extremely hard to kill, though i did want to go with a wolverine for a while. His mask is moved aside, he's straighforward and has no need for hiding anythin. Masks off and knives out, am i right . He's the shortest voice in the lineup (whole 3'7"). this is because im not tall and i like him. I tried to strike a balance between squarish and triangle build. His wings are proudly on display, and so are his scars - a testiment to our resilience.

Opportunist! my littlest guy who missed being a weasel by like 3 milimeters and ended up fox. because of course he did. He's fucking tiny - i usually like making voices who dont consider us strong bigger than they think, but in this case it felt fitting to make it something he works with. The markings are pointed knives, pretty self-explanatory i feel. Usually partially hidden under the chest feathers. Also, his arms are hidden behind his back here but the palms are red - blood on him hands

Smitten is a deer! They always felt very noble to me, and, well, heart shape in the antlers! The mask is somewhat ill-fitting and she can't see well but that's alright, love is blind. The largest marking by far - he's not one to hide his nature, and his heart is as big as the markings would suggest. I wanted to give her this sorta chivalrous fairytale knight build. Wings folded into a wing shape!

Contrarian is another long boi, i felt it would work well for whatever silly limb contortions hed do. The animal is a natterer's bat specifically - again, 3zr's genious idea

Neck feathers meant to resemble a jester's collar. Funky patterns meant to be confusing and disorientin. In the lineup in particular i didn't do it, but the idea is that with the mask slightly more up and beak open it almost looks like he has three heads, paralleling Stranger

Skeptic i wanted to have a very solid build, so square he is. The markings are question marks - both on the mask and feathers. He's a little silly with his saying wink out loud, so he gets to have a question mark tie. Wings folded behind mimicking a trench coat. He deserves glasses

Broken is actually second longest! It doesn't matter though, does it. They can be as large as they want, doesn't change anything. Mask is a raccoon dog - felt fitting vibewise. Bald patches around neck, wrists and ankles, as if remnants of shackles locked around them. The markings are meant to mimick both cracks (in shape) and chains (in layout). Mask pulled up for them double sad eyes and because there isnt even a point in hiding

Last up, cheated! Hedgehog bastard. I guess kinda paralleling Razor in that regard? They're not particularly big and their feathers are ruffled. Uses wings for extra expression! Markings meant to both resemble scars and diamond suit

Also, earlier verisons!

#slay the princess #ask #stp voices

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spacexseven · 2 years

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hi tuna hi hi 👋 I gotta quick one for ya. I was staring at one of dazais mayoi cards, the one where elise gives him a little stuffed bunny (can't send pictures over anon unfortunately but its called lamplit winter if you wanna look it up), and then i reread ur softzai piece and it made me brainrot really really bad so imagine. giving yan dazai a little stuffed animal...

like, look, I feel like dazai, even the crueller versions of him like subordinate darling dazai, is something of a sentimentalist. everything and anything darling gives him is a present and he wants to take good care of it. like, even something as innocuous as a pencil you dropped is something hell keep in a little shoebox beneath his bed. its all part of his delusion, his secret hopeless romanticism. touching (or heaven forbid, breaking) something he got from darling is enough to get people sent to the hospital, or even killed. so imagine ACTUALLY giving him a gift of some kind. youre at the arcade, you win a little stuffed animal, you give it to dazai cuz you have no use for it. you dont really think much of it, really, but HE sure does. mafia/subordinate darling dazai would be a special case. hed probably pretend he doesnt care for the toy at first, both to you and to himself (especially since subordinate darling would probably give it to him sarcastically), but he doesnt have it in him to get rid of it. hes always had a bit of a soft spot for cute things.... and the cramped storage compartment he lives in is so dreary...... no, nevermind that, he'll just. throw it over in the corner. whatever. no need to even go through the effort of disposing of it, thats how little he cares!

of course, he finds his eyes drifting to it more often than not, thinks about what you giving him something like that might Mean, etc. he still refuses to admit he appreciates it, or you, but then maybe one night... he finds himself having another nightmare... and as he sits there, cold, lonely, distressed... his eyes catch the little stuffed toy you gave him. before he can really think about it, he grabs it and drags it into bed with him. he was never given things like this, as a child, so holding it feels... nice. comforting in a way he hasn't experienced. it even still smells just like you; and if he closes his eyes, he can PRETEND its you... he can imagine himself holding you tightly, burying his nose in your hair, laying on your chest and listening to your heart... his little fantasies get him back to sleep very quickly, and it becomes routine. sometimes, if hes particularly lonely or the delusion has completely overtaken him for the day, he'll even talk to the toy like its you. I could also imagine this leading to him stealing some clothes from you, once your scent starts to be replaced with his own on the toy, nothing you'll miss, just a shirt or two he can use to supplement your presence while he sleeps!

I'll cut myself off here cuz I am going NUTSO but yeah. thats where my head is at rn <33

- 🩹

im so sorry for how long it took me to get to this omg these weeks have been hectic :( i dont know if i uslaly write dazai this gloomy but i like it

dazai treasures anything you give him leave behind, but instead of dedicating a corner of his room to your items and presence, dazai likes to spread things out in his place like how you might leave it if the two of you were together. he leaves a used tube of chapstick in the drawer beside his bandages, he places a half-empty tube of toothpaste beside his own in the bathroom (making a note to buy the same one as you from now on so it feels more real, this fantasy), he keeps your shirts stacked up beside his, trying to make it feel natural. somehow, the possibility of you living with him seems so far-fetched so instead, he turns to building the future he'd like with your missing items, playing into his little fantasy. of course, the obvious lack of furniture in his room is inadequate for you, too miserable to be called a house, unlike your own apartment with the wallpaper and the trinkets you have placed everywhere.

if anyone messes with anything lying around (unlikely, since nobody really visits him anyway), dazai would fly into a rage. every item has been meticulously placed in its appropriate place, and slightly nudging it away or putting it elsewhere would cause the fragile facade to crumble and demolish the delicate atmosphere. when he gets back at night, he makes sure to check that everything is in its place—the chapstick he so desperately wants to use (a pathetic attempt at getting close to you) but doesn't want to taint with his touch, the shirts he cradles so delicately, pretending you were there, when the loneliness feels more crushing than usual and he can't bear to accept his reality.

if you happened to give him anything, regardless of the reason, dazai would be over the moon. sure, when you casually ask him if he wants the stuffed toy you won, he scoffs and pretends like he's not interested, but ultimately takes it anyway. its soft texture and blank eyes don't mean much to him as it is, but knowing you were just holding it in your arms, experimentally squeezing it a few times before telling dazai you couldn't keep it, makes the toy the most valuable thing in the world for dazai. no matter how out of place the cute, round thing looked in his bandaged arms, surrounded by his coat, dazai found himself holding it tighter. with this, he can fool himself into believing this was a date and not just a detour from your usual work. he can lie to himself and think that you wanted to impress him by winning the toy, no matter how far it was from the truth.

the toy is painfully out of place in his dark room, not really looking right on the dresser or inside the closet. so he throws it onto his bed instead, thinking about how desolate it looked still. he doesn't think much of it until he goes to rest, observing the round toy sitting beside him. outside, the sky rumbled, and he felt his hand squeeze the soft belly of the toy. despite himself, he found himself smiling a little. it was sort of cute, with the blank eyes and stuffing. he'd never had something like this, and now that he did, he didn't know what to do with it.

while he was thinking about it, he realized the toy might have your scent, seeing as it was held by you for a while first. awkwardly, his arms wrapped around it and he pulled it closer, feeling like a child who had just received his first toy. it was soft; lacking the warmth humans had, but he wasn't about to be picky when this was already something he never had.

for a minute, he thought back to that pleased expression you had when squeezing the round stuffed toy in your arms, and he thinks you'd like to have it when you moved in. with his eyes closed, it's easier to pretend the inanimate object is more human and more loving. it's easy to imagine it was you in his arms, asleep, except for the lack of warmth.

dazai sighs and his eyes open, still holding the toy. it was nice while it lasted.

#its hard to describe a plushy #yandere bsd x reader #yandere x reader #yandere dazai osamu #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #ask 🐟#anon 🐟#dazai 🐟#bsd 🐟#dazai 🩹 🐟

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hjea · 2 years

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Going through the tag, it looks like a number of people are really struggling to understand Bram Stoker’s terrible cockney-accent writing style, which is a shame because Tom Bilder the Zookeeper is a real treat. So I’ve gone through and written out his dialogue in plain English as best I can. This isn’t annotated, just my attempt to make the writing a little more accessible for everyone.

Only Tom Bilder and his wife’s words are written out here, please insert the Pall Mall Gazette interviewer’s words as needed.

“Now sir, you can go on and ask me what you want. You’ll excuse me refusing to talk of personal subjects before meals. I give the wolves and jackals and the hyenas in all our section their tea before I begin to ask them questions.”

“Hitting them over the head with a pole is one way; scratching their ears is another, when gentlemen with money want a bit of a show-off to their girls, I don’t so much mind the first—the hitting with a pole before I throw in their dinner; but I wait until they’ve had their sherry and coffee, so to speak, before I try the ear-scratching. Mind you, there a deal of the same nature in us as in those animals. Here’s you coming and asking me questions about my business, and I was so grumpy that it was only because you gave me a half-a-bloomin’-pound I didn’t immediately blow you off before I’d answer. Not even when you sarcastically asked me if you’d ask the zoo’s Superintendent if you could ask me your questions. Didn’t I cheerfully tell you to go to hell?

“And when you said you’d report me for using obscene language, that was the same as hitting me over the head; but the half-a-pound made that all right. I wasn’t going to fight you, so I waited for the food and howled like the wolves, and lions, and tigers do. But, Lord love your heart, now that my wife has stuck a chunk of her tea-cake in me, and rinsed me out with her bloomin’ old teapot, and I’ve lit my pipe, you may scratch my ears for all you’re worth, and you won’t get even a growl out of me. Go on with your questions, I know what you’re getting at, that escaped wolf.”

“All right, governor. This here is about the whole story. That wolf we call Berserker was one of three grey ones that came from Norway to Charles Jamrach, which we bought off of him four years ago. He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never gave any trouble to speak of. I’m more surprised at him for wanting to get out than any other animal in the place. But, there, you can’t trust wolves any more than women.”

“Don’t you mind him, sir! He’s been minding the animals so long that, bless me, if he isn’t like an old wolf himself. But there’s no harm in him.”

“Well, sir, it was about two hours after feeding yesterday when I first heard the disturbance. I was making up a litter in the monkey-house for a young puma that is ill; but when I heard the yelping and howling I came straight away. There was Berserker tearing around like a mad thing at the bars as if he wanted to get out. There weren’t many people about that day, and close at hand was only one man, a tall, thin chap, with a hook nose and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs running through it. He had a hard, cold look and red eyes, and I took a dislike to him, for it seemed as if it was him that was irritating the animals. He had white leather gloves on his hands, and he pointed out the animals to me and said: ‘Keeper, these wolves seem upset at something.’

‘Maybe it’s you,’ I said, because I didn’t like the airs he gave himself. He didn’t get angry, as I hoped he would, but he smiled a kind of insolent smile, with a mouth full of white, sharp teeth. ‘Oh no, they wouldn’t like me,’ he said.

‘Oh yes they would,’ I said, imitating his tone. ‘They always like a bone or two to clean their teeth with around tea-time, which you could provide.’

Well, it was an odd thing, but when the animals saw us talking they lay down, and when I went over to Berserker he let me stroke his ears the same as ever. Then the man came over, and bless me if he didn’t put his hand in the cage and stroke the old wolf’s ears too!

‘Take care,’ I said. ‘Berserker is quick.’

‘Never mind,’ he said. ‘I’m used to them!’

‘Are you in the business yourself?’ I said, taking off my hat, because a man who trades in wolves, etc., is a good friend to keepers.

‘No,’ he said, ‘not exactly in the business, but I’ve made pets of several.’ And with that he lifted his hat as polite as a lord, and walked away. Old Berserker kept looking after him until he was out of sight, and then he went and lay down in a corner and wouldn’t come out the whole evening. Well last night, as soon as the moon was up, the wolves here all began howling. There was nothing for them to howl at. There wasn’t anyone near, except someone apparently calling a dog somewhere out in the back of the gardens in the Park Road. Once or twice I went out to see if everything was all right, and it was, and then the howling stopped. Just before twelve o’clock I just took a look around before turning in for the night, and, bust me, but when I came opposite to old Berserker’s cage I saw the rails broken and twisted about and the cage empty. And that’s all I know for certain.”

“One of the gardeners was coming home at about that time from an harmony, when he saw a big grey dog coming out through the garden hedges. At least, that’s what he said, but I don’t put much stock in it myself, since he never said a word about it to his wife when he got home, and it was only after the escape of the wolf was made known, and we had been up all night hunting the park for Berserker, that he remembered seeing anything. My own belief was that the harmony had got into his head.”

“Well, sir,” he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty, “I think I can; but I don’t know that you’d be satisfied with the theory.”

“Well then, sir, I account for it this way; it seems to me that the wolf escaped—simply because he wanted to get out.”

“Right you are, sir,” he said briskly. “You’ll excuse me, I know, for teasing you, but the wife here winked at me, like she was telling me to go for it.”

“My opinion is this: the wolf is hiding out somewhere. The gardener who didn’t remember said he was galloping northward faster than a horse could go; but I don’t believe him, for, you see, wolves don’t gallop anymore than dogs do, not being built for it. Wolves are fine things in a storybook, and I daresay when they’re in packs and attacking something that’s more afraid than they are they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it is. But, Lord bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half as clever or as bold as a good dog; and not with nearly as much fight in it. This one hasn’t been used to fighting or even providing for himself, and more than likely he’s somewhere around the Park, hiding and shivering, and if he thinks at all, wondering where he’s going to get his breakfast from; or maybe he’s run down some area and is in a coal-cellar. My eye, won’t some cook get a fright when she sees his green eyes shining at her out of the dark! If he can’t get food he’s bound to look for it, and maybe he’ll find a butcher’s shop in time. If he doesn’t, and some nursemaid goes walking off with a soldier, and leaving the infant in the perambulator—well, then I shouldn’t be surprised if the census has one less baby. That’s all.”

“God bless me!” he said. “If there isn’t old Berserker coming back by himself!”

“There, I knew the poor old chap would get into some kind of trouble; didn’t I say it all along? Here’s his head all cut and full of broken glass. He’s been getting over some bloomin’ wall or something. It’s a shame that people are allowed to top their walls with broken bottles. This here is what comes of it. Come along, Berserker.”

#dracula daily #writing out accents is the worsttttt and #lbh #pretty offensive most of the time #mine

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feathered-serpents · 1 year

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Some Atreboda Future Kids Ideas Because Whyyyyyy NOT

Note: I'm hoping Angrboda and Sigyn are combined into one character with Sigyn being a title similar to how Frigg is combined with Freya, but with a more positive meaning. If you're a mythology buff you'll know why I'm saying this

Calliope

The oldest child and only daughter, born roughly fourteen years after Ragnarok

In terms of godly powers, she is neutral. They're there, but they aren't nearly as powerful as her father's or grandfather's powers

HATES the cold, REALLY likes flowers, LOVES Freya so much it's unbelievable

Is very empathetic to the pain of others, not a fan of blood. Doesn’t accompany her family on hunts because she doesn’t like watching the animal die

Kratos says she's "tender-hearted". Atreus does not like it when he says that

Likes to ride around on Atreus' back whenever he turns into a large animal

Narfi

Middle child and by god you can tell

About five years younger than Calliope

He seems not to have any innate godly powers but he does take very naturally to giant magic

Obsessed with soul-binding magic and especially anything and everything to do with the creation and existence of the world serpent

Always has notebooks on him, a joke is he’s never looked up from a book long enough to see the sky.

Is very intense and it freaks people out a little bit

Thinks Mimir is the BEST

Váli

Youngest but not by much, he and Narfi are barely a year apart

Started shapeshifting before he could walk, literally, it was exciting

Going off of that, he appears to be the one "full" god of all the children. His divinity is on par with Atreus' and Kratos'

Kind of a terror. He enjoys pulling pranks. Picking fights. Tormenting his siblings. Ultimately does love his family but is So Much All The Time

Has trouble controlling his emotions, this is inconvenient and sometimes outright dangerous as his emotions are connected to his shapeshifting, the same as Atreus

Is very short. He’s mad about it. Every animal he turns into is Really Big

Other Stuff

I like to imagine divine inheritance is sporadic, hence why each kid has a different level of godliness.

They were each born in and mostly live in Ironwood. Freya delivered each one of them

No one was really expecting another kid so soon after Narfi was born but hey shit happens

Yes. Calliope becomes Hel. How? Well. I'm pretty sure she'll have to die first, and that might involve Váli's inability to control himself/his powers, and the one myth where he disembowels Narfi

#God of War #god of war: ragnarok #god of war ragnarok #atreboda #atreus x angrboda #atreus/angrboda #btw unless Santa Monica hires me. which like. i'm open to. i'm not attached to any of this #it's just for fun

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ivyprism · 5 months

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OG Guys (Info Dump: Revamp)

Warnings: Violence! Underfell, Horrortale, famine, rebellion, etc.

Classic - Undertale Sans

Personality: He is a very funny guy, a punny man if you will. He makes a lot of jokes and has struggled with his own apathy, but he is devoted and loyal. He gets along with almost everyone and is a bit of a smart-ass. When he confuses you, he’ll wink at you and then vanish. He can get a bit hostile and rude to anyone he thinks would be a threat to the immediate safety of his family. He is very laid back and enjoys a good prank or two. He also is very flirty when the right conditions are met. He is incredibly lazy and can be very apathetic, but he really cares a lot.

Appearance: It's Sans, Sans the skeleton.

Vanilla - Undertale Papyrus

Personality: He could probably beat your ass and you'd still love him for it. He believes in people and is an optimist, but he is not naive. He loves puzzles. He is a very kind and considerate skeleton. He is incredibly brave, gentle, and smart. He is very clever and knows a lot of things he doesn't actually tell anyone. He’s simply too good for this world, and everyone eventually falls in love with him. It’s difficult to dislike this lovely skeleton. He is, however, tougher than he seems and can get snarky with people who mistreat those he loves. He also isn't afraid of a fight.

Appearance: It's the Great Papyrus!

Cardinal - Underfell Sans

Personality: He's a funny man, a punny man, but he has a temper. Hes very straightforward and a bit flirty. He’s like a feral angry cat; once you become his friend and demonstrate that you’re not a threat, he’ll be all over you. He is a flirtatious boneman who loves to help others. He's extremely fond of animals and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty when it comes to fighting and helping animals. He is a very passionate and hands-on type of person. He is able to keep calm in dangerous situations and makes sure everyone is calm when danger is coming.

Appearance: He is a skeleton with a scar on his left eye and two golden teeth. His jacket is red and black.

Captain - Underfell Papyrus

Personality: The living embodiment of a feral cat energy bone man. He is easier to befriend compared to his older brother. He is hostile and harsh, but if you work hard enough, you can befriend him. He’s protective of his friends and will show hostility to protect them, but once you’ve fully befriended him, he’s really loving and sweet. He will also gladly carry you if you ask. He is harsh and cold otherwise. He can be very flirty on accident and he is very protective over his loved ones.

Appearance: He has a large scar on his right eye.

Navy - Underswap Sans

Personality: He is similar to Papyrus, but he takes advantage of his cutesy nature. He is very charismatic, bright, and intelligent. He knows how cute he is and uses it to his advantage like no other. He will befriend you and he actually can cook. He is loving and sweet af. He is incredibly stressed a lot and has a bad habit of not taking breaks, but he tries to take care of himself! He is an incredible workaholic and often needs to practice a lot of self-care when he can, which is usually a rare occurrence. He is trying, he swears.

Appearance: He has a small scar on the edge of his left eye.

Syrup - Underswap Papyrus

Personality: He’s definitely something. He is a very funny man, but he has his limits. He’s an introvert who also happens to be a social butterfly. He cracks a lot of jokes and is fiercely protective of his family. He works hard and often worries about his brother. He sometimes struggles to focus and work. He sleeps a lot and often is weighed by a lot of things. He is very flirty too and he is incredibly affectionate and will love and console you if you are in need. He adores physical touch.

Appearance: He has two small scars on the edge of his left eye. His jacket is orange.

Clove - Horrortale Sans

Personality: He's a sweet man wi with PTSD. When you first meet him, he’s a little hostile, but once you get to know him, he’s really sweet. He is very quiet and often uses his knowledge to find things out. He is very affectionate and enjoys cuddles. He has memory lapses, but nothing major; just minor details that are easily forgotten. He loves to cook and take care of animals. He likes to farm as well. He will also never let you go if you hug him when he is in a good mood. He is incredibly soft and he is also very warm.

Appearance: He has a large crack on the top of his skull. He also has a red eye light and a white eye light.

Cinnamon - Horrortale Papyrus

Personality: He's a sweet and gentle skeleton. When you meet him, he is a sugary sweet bone man. He is very strategic. He’s a little nervous and untrusting, but he’s an angel, and he’ll love you to death. He will take you in his arms, hold you tight, and never let you go. He is also concerned about your health and is a doctor, so he often checks on his loved ones. He is a rebel at heart and does not stand for injustice. He cares a lot for people and loves to help.

Appearance: Cinnamon has a slight scar on his eye and his teeth have been long fixed. So they look almost normal, but his canines are sharper. He has a cane!

Hip Hop - Dancetale Sans

Personality: Ever heard of a “lazy” Sans with confidence? Well, now ya have. He is very confident in his ability, but he's quiet and often keeps to himself. He adores dancing and, while he does not dance frequently, he still enjoys it. He doesn’t dance in public very often, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it. He’s a witty, outgoing, and laid-back dude. He is very quick on his feet and can get anyone out of a sticky situation. He has a strong sense of justice and hates to lie to people.

Appearance: He is a Sans! He wears blue.

Latin - Dancetale Papyrus

Personality: He is a cheerful and upbeat skeleton. He is outgoing, self-assured, and courageous. He enjoys being a public figure, but he is not arrogant or overconfident. He will offer to dance with someone he believes is lonely and is extremely difficult to despise. He is an extrovert who saves his brother when he is in need. If necessary, he will also carry you. He is very cautious and very gentle, he loves to teach and his students. He is very fast on his feet.

Appearance: He's definitely a Papyrus!

Rhythm - Dancefell Sans

Personality: He is very fierce and angry, but also loving. He’s a feral cat who enjoys the attention he and his brother receive. If you require it, he will dance with you. He enjoys dancing, and everyone can tell by the way he moves. He’s a hilarious flirtatious asshat, but once you get close to him, he’ll be so sweet and cuddly. He is very passionate about what he does and loves to teach others. He is very fast on his feet.

Appearance: Rhythm has a single golden tooth in comparison to Cardinal. His hoodie is red and black. He has a large nasty scar on his right eye.

Tango - Dancefell Papyrus

Personality: He is very nice and understanding. On the surface, he appears to be at ease and warm-hearted. He can be harsh and stoic at times, but he means well. He is a dancer, and he never leaves anyone sad or alone for an extended period of time. He is a sweet man who enjoys making new friends and has done so frequently. Because he is well-known, he has saved many people from situations. He is very fond of teaching and adores teaching. He is very quiet, but understanding.

Appearance: Tango has two scars on his eyes.

Ebony - Fellswap Carnelian Sans

Personality: He is a major tsundere. He’s an angry, feral cat, but he’s very approachable. He’s a little rude and harsh, but he’s sincere. He's passionate about everything. He is extremely protective of his friends and will growl at anyone who gets too close to them if he believes they are a threat. He will throw hands and pick fights frequently, but he is also stern and serious about following rules and laws. He’s a jerk to his brother, but Hound bites back, and they adore each other. He is very protective and will fight anyone who harms his loved ones.

Appearance: Ebony has three scars on his left eye. He has more red in place of the purple.

Hound - Fellswap Carnelian Papyrus

Personality: He is definitely something. He's a joker and a person who enjoys a good prank. He’s a shameless flirt and lover, and it shows. He enjoys playing practical jokes, and he and Syrup are best friends. When he’s with someone he considers a threat, he acts like a feral cat, but he’s a good guy, believe me. He can be a jerk to his brother, but he adores and admires him. He goes for the throat when someone harms his loved ones. He enjoys being close and loves to be able to hold and comfort his loved ones.

Appearance: Hound has a single gold tooth compared to Cardinal. He has more red with his outfit. He has a scar on his left eye.

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╰┈➤ thematic headcanons / @diemon / no longer accepting !

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

||. Emotionally, Thor is ultimately really calm and relaxed. Very rarely is he truly perturbed, and as such is something of a sage and stable individual. He's an optimist, and always tries to see things from a third angle. If there is a way to keep the peace, foster peace, or protect the peace, then Thor will try to find it and act upon it. That doesn't mean that Thor is blind to the horrors of the world, though. He's a lot more of a realist than people give him credit for, and those who underestimate him will often consider him naïve. (He's... willfully naïve. Could the world chew him up and spit him out? Yes. Absolutely. He's terrified of that. But he'd rather turn his cheek to it and see the good in the world anyways... even if that choice bites him in the end.)

That said, throughout all of his appearances in the MCU, Thor seems to suffers a lot from low self-esteem/self-worth (hah.), depression, anxiety, and a slew of self-destructive/self-sabatoging tendencies. On top of being a naturally reserved person, it boils down to the fact that Thor's best act, is covering up his emotional pain. He wants to seem like he's okay. That he's strong enough. And in being strong enough to carry his own burdens, even if he's not, maybe he'll worthy enough to then be able to help his loved ones carry theirs. Earn their love, in a twisted kind of way. It's what he strives to do every day, to be frank. He wants to be a safe space for the people he loves... and in his desire to protect them, he neglects himself (mostly emotionally) in the process.

He's SO good at this that even his own family was once completely fooled by his act, and all of his closest friends too. I'd go as far as to say he's almost manipulative in that way. Not maliciously, of course. But in the sense that... even if you directly ask him (re: Jane), 9/10x he's probably not going to actually answer your question, find a way around the question, and turn the question back onto your needs and desires... And all of this without skipping a beat. Unless you are on it, or know him well (Jane, Heimdal, Loki), you'll never realize what he's done until it's far too late to turn the conversation back to what it was originally meant to be. (He'll also fight back, resist, and otherwise squirm his way away from you if he feels cornered. The best way to succinctly describe Thor emotionally is a wild animal; a feral beast. A wary, but regal stag on the best of days, easily spooked and quick to flee at the first sign of danger to him... and a wolf, when he's angered, in pain, anxious/scared and trying very desperately to fight his way out of, or through whatever situation is dangerous to him. He's an animal that growls, snaps and snarls. Scary when provoked, and dangerous when approached. And like a stag or a wolf, he will try to make himself bigger and scarier than the danger posed to him, even if it's another person whom he loves.)

He also refuses to talk about things that have scarred Thor emotionally. Things like Odin calling him unworthy and banishing him from Asgard/tethering his power to a hammer, Loki casting himself from the Bifrost in 2011 right in front of Thor's eyes (after killing him and betraying him twice before then), and Jane "dumping" him (though... I think that last one is a bit more... complicated. And not at all what Thor has perceived it as.)

Physically, Thor is a TANK. He can survive the pressure and freezing cold of open space, tank infinity stones directly to his person (power stone to the head in INFINITY WAR) and surrounding his person (reality stone/aether in DARK WORLD), and full on survive the direct blast of a neutron star for about a full minute before it'd start to kill him (INFINITY WAR). As well as various other things he's survived. And that's all admittedly with his full Asgardian traits, including his regenerative healing factor.

Even completely stripped to human mortality, though, Thor can withstand a lot of dangerous situations. He was hit by an RV ... twice. The first time, it was speeding through a violent storm. He walked away without a scratch on his person, and the ability to fight a room full of doctors and nurses within no more than 5-6 hours later.

#(just for u manna you get a whole slew of ways for evelynn to mess w him u3u)#( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page .#( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper .#( meta . ) — son of cosmos . lightning flows through thy veins .#(he's such a skrunkly guy)#(i love him and i hate him he's so dumb)#(stupid blorbo who means so well and yet. AND YET. is such a jerk)#(thor vc: is this coping?)#(personals please do not reblog !)

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Sukunas Ryomen Love Interest or Type of Girl? (or could he) - Jujutsu Kaisen

First, let's take a quick look at a few facts✅ about him!

Sukunas Character & Behavior?

What we know is: He is selfish, narcissistic, cold hearted, brutal, immoral, sadistic, looking for a good fight/opponent to entertain and enjoy himself. And all just for the thrill! He does what he wants, has his own whims, interests and desires. He never thinks about it or the consequences. He just doing it! But how does it end for him or others? Doesn't interest him! (Reminds me a bit of a snotty kid or a kid who likes to destroy around/toys, like this one scene with the girl and her phone📱or he just has no hobbies? Oh boy, what a lost child) 😂🤦‍♀️

Does Sukuna have friends or any affiliations?

What we do know is: He belongs to no one neither nor on anyone's side but himself! He is a true lone wolf & loner. Who loves to look down on everyone! (Like the way he always sits on his throne and looks down at Yuji or Mahito from above as annoying little tots disturbing his territory.) 😩😂 He's just a natural disaster like Gege Akutami mentioned!

What does Sukuna love or like/what are his interests or hobbies?

What we do know is: According to Gege Akutami, his only pleasure or favorite pastime is eating. He loves to eat! 🍽 But also making threats and mocking people. (Can this really be a hobby? Not really... but okay, whatever xD)

Who is Uraume and what kind of relationship do they have?

What we know so far is: that he or she is a human who has known and stuck with Sukuna for a thousand years ago. Sukuna gave him/her permission to accompany him and become his subordinate. Since Sukuna also eats people (seems to be an omnivore xD) they are difficult to cook and prepare. But Uraume has this ability! (Who knows? could be a family-clan of Uraume who are chef cooks or something like that? Idk) Or Uraume just had this good talent for it and was allowed to stay alive. (Can't imagine Sukuna just letting someone or everyone alive like that.) Well, no one knows their relationship to each other, neither is it clearly mentioned or the gender of this person. But one thing is for sure, for Sukuna only the good food is important and how it is cooked. (Otherwise that's it with you and you're useless!) 😬

I personally think that Uraume is a man. Because of the male-like facial features, demeanor and clothes. A handsome, sweet-looking young man who looks like a woman. Like this one guy with this wild boar mask from the anime Demon Slayer 🤣👌

Does he have/had a wife or show any form of interest?

The fact is: He has no wife 👰 or children 👶 in his previous life. Confirmed by Gege Akatsumi in an interview. What we also know about Sukuna by himself. He slaughters🔪 women and children and insults them as an insect - maggots. (Sounds more like a misogynistic serial killer?) Because it is.

Although…🤔 not sure but I heard he likes strong women or women with strong will and dignity. Similar to DragonBall Chichi & Goku, Bulma & Vegeta etc (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN xD). I somehow saw that briefly in a scene with Nobara, if I didn't misheard or misunderstood? 🤷‍♀️ Unless it was meant differently. Perhaps such women are best suited only to tease, to anger them, for his sadistic entertainment. 😤

So what have we learned or discovered so far?

Right. He doesn't show any interest! Not really...😑

Okay, now on to another topic!

Now that we have listed some facts, the next question is.

Could he show any interest or fall in love? (Is it possible or is he capable)

The fact is: YES & NO!

Nani, huh? 😲🤨

I'll tell you right away:

So it would be possible, but it also involves a high risk!⚠️ It will be very difficult and life-threatening to convince him. In any case, many who dare would fail in this attempt! Sukuna doesn't hesitate and makes short work (you'll be chopped into pieces)🔪 like the two girls from Geto. Especially if you bore, annoy or trying to flirt with him💋. You already robbed his time, neither will he fall for it!⏳ You have to be something special for him to get his attention. You would either have to be as strong as he is in order to surprise him, to make him speechless, so that he shows enthusiasm in you at all.😮 And he could suddenly, unexpectedly, develop some kind of interest that he doesn't know yet, neither understands but through his intelligence he may slowly begins to understand it? Or you're just as crazy as him and you know your way around wild beasts and you're a monster tamer or something like that xD (But even that wouldn't work! He can't be tamed, he hates orders). 😅 You should be stronger or smarter and more fearless than him so that he will listen to you or at least show you some respect. You would have to study him like a zoologist/biologist or go to geophysics XD😅 the easiest thing of all would be...just be MEGUMI. GOOD LUCK! 🤣🤣🤣👌

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Psst...! If you are unlucky and things go wrong?😬 Then I hope for you, you can cook very well like Uraume (preferably better than he/she) to stay alive and at least be at his side as a last hope? See it as a second chance! Otherwise you unfortunately drew the ass card🃏🤷‍♀️

#JujutsuKaisen #Jujutsu Kaisen #Sukuna #SukunaRyomen #Sukuna Ryomen #RyomenSukuna #JujutsuKaisenLoveInterest #JujutsuKaisenLove #JujutsuKaisenTypeOfGirl #SukunaRyomenTypeOfGirl #SukunaRyomenLoveInterest #SukunaRyomenWife #SukunaRyomenLove #Anime #Animes #Manga

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ghost-with-most · 1 year

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As above, so below

Chapter 0:

intro; the meeting

It was another night in Santa Carla. Nothing was unusual, the same kind of people, the same fights, the same surfnazis.

Sometimes things were like that for the lost boys, sometimes the routine got to them. After all that’s what being a vampire could get you; you stay the same, you experience the same things day after day because you are immortal, death has touched you but you are still standing, and you will continue for eternity…if you play your cards right.

David and the boys were not looking for a victim that night. They had recently fed- a lot- so they didn’t really need anything more than just some fun.

Paul and Marko looked the most bored; their natural hyper mood suffered a lot due to these nights. To David and Dwayne though, it was just another night. Their character was different, they were the mind, the two brains of the group and the two introverts of course. They balanced Marko and Paul perfectly.

But alas something caught their attention; a guy with a buzzcut was being circled by some bikers outside of a small bar where people went to drink and play some card games like poker . They were screaming and pushing him around. What the boys could make out of the conversation is that the bikers believed that he had cheated, that he had counted the cards. The guy didn’t say a word, but rather kept looking at the people around him, while sipping on some beer. When somebody knocked it out of his hands he just looked a bit disappointed. Then the first punch came. Everybody was looking at the guy now. Paul let out an “Oww” as another blow was swung in the opposite direction.

And yet the guy didn’t react immediately; he looked at the men that had attacked him, an ice cold stare and he started the attack.

The boys watched as he was fighting like an animal, while maintaining an unusual calm expression. He was fighting pretty well for a 5 on 1 but it wasn’t enough. As one of the bikers was falling there was another one that was getting up. He tried his best, but it just wasn't enough. But it was quite the show. As blood was starting to flow from the guy's nose he didn’t seem bothered by it.

“Well that's something else,” David said.

“We should help him,” Dwayne looked at David. “ Yeah, let's do some charity work,” he responded.

And with that Paul and Marko were hollering and laughing as the group got closer.

When they got to the turmoil the fight stopped briefly. Even the guy did, causing two of the bikers to get on each of his sides and hold him. David got a closer look at the buzzcutted boy in front of him; he wasn’t big, looked quite scrawny actually, his hair was dark and his eyes…were not looking at him- but what was likely the leader of the bikers. The biker’s leader turned around and shouted “The fuck are you doing here, blondie? This isn’t your business, get lost.” he was a pretentious prick. As if he was doing David a favor by not punching him too.

The mysterious guy slowly turned his head to David as if he knew that he had to make a decision. His eyes were blue, a light blue that was cold, glowing with a light that seemed unnatural. They looked bright, almost too bright. They were telling him to help him…even if he didn’t want to be helped…even if he didn’t need it.

The other boys were waiting for a heads up of David.

And it came. A simple nod and they each got closer to one of the bikers.

“Well, a 5 on 1 isn’t really fair, don’t you think?” Paul struck a nerve there.

“And now we are even,” another said as he got closer to Dwayne. Then Marko shot the first blow and another fight ensued. The buzzcut guy fought side to side with David. As they were almost done with the bikers, the police came. They were bloody and sweaty from the fight.

The guy looked at Paul in front of him "let's run to the beach!" He screamed while a bit out of breath. And they all ran.

The group was laughing and screaming.

When they got to the beach, by the pier, they all calmed down. The guy stepped aside, with a low hanging head, he looked at the boys and said,with a cigarette that he had just lit up between his lips; " Thank you, you saved me. I owe you one." There was a pause.

He was waiting clearly. He knew what the next question would be.

“And what is your name exactly? You don’t seem from around here.” David asked with a tone that was, at the very least, sharp like a dagger.

The guy brought his head up, his posture solemn, he looked at David briefly, then to his left side. He was pondering something.

“You are right actually, we just moved here. My three sisters and I actually, one is missing.” his eyes suddenly looked tired, he looked to the side. It was consuming him for sure David thought. Dwayne looked quite distraught too and even Paul and Marko showed a bit of sympathy.

“And my name's Johnny. But I still don’t know who I’m talking to.” he said with a breathy laugh. He might have sensed the mood drop.

“I’m David and these are my friends: Dwayne, Paul and Marko.” he gestured to all of them and the guy gave each a nod of his head or a little wave of his hand.

“So you just moved here to look for your sister?” Marko asked.

“No, actually I moved here permanently. The rent was very low and I’ve got some work to do here, for a friend” the guy answered.

“Which involves counting cards?” Paul was being a tease tonight.

“No, that’s just a thing I do to pass time. Besides, I didn't count the cards, I just have a really good intuition.” He laughed as he lit another cigarette.

He took a watch out of his right pocket and gave it a quick glance “Well I gotta go, I don’t want the ladies to be mad at me.”

While he was heading back to the street, he turned around to look at the lost boys and he said “We should hang out, I’ll see you around. After all, I owe you one.”

He said the last part with a grin that David found off putting.

"See ya!” david responded.

“Man, that guy's weird.” said Marko as they headed back home.

“yeah but I also have the feeling that it’s going to be an adventure, something’s ahead of us.”

#Dwayne The Lost Boys #David The Lost Boys #Paul The Lost Boys #Marko The Lost Boys #The Lost Boys #The Lost Boys 1987 #The Lost Boys x oc #tlb 1987

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chickenscript · 2 years

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You're My Superstar (FnaF Reader Insert)

A/N: I made this who knows how many months ago while watching CoryKenshin's playthrough of the new game and thought it would be fun to post!

I wasn't ever a hard-core fan of fnaf, but I remember all the hype around the games when they'd come out. I think the newest one is pretty interesting and I love the way this iteration of Freddy reminds me of Orion Pax almost (i.e Optimus Prime before he was Optimus Prime).

It takes me back to my Transformers days (๑˘︶˘๑)

But I digress! Hope you all don't mind the off topic-ness of this short oneshot and that it's a nice enough read to hold you over till my next post ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／

Reattaching Freddy's head wasn't something you expected to be doing right now.

You were straddling his chassis and with sweaty palms, following along to what the part and service automated announcer told you to do.

"Do not worry," Freddy had sensed your nerves and tried to ease you, "everything will be fine."

You chuckled weakly at the disembodied head trying to comfort you.

You still weren't used to Freddy speaking to you so directly. Before now, you thought most AI sounded soulless and unaware of things like feelings, but Freddy was the contrary. He had this sense of innocence and self awareness that kind of scared you. But, at the same time, you were glad there was a real undertone to his voice.

It made you feel less alone in this increasingly terrifying place.

You let out a breath of relief as Freddy's head snapped back into place and the announcer congratulated you on a job well done through the grainy sounding overhead speakers.

"Thank god that's over." you sighed as you clambered off of Freddy and got to your legs that you swore had been feeling like jelly all night ever since your first encounter with the other bots.

"You feeling better big guy?" you wiped your hands off with a spare, stained rag and looked up at Freddy as he stood tall from the repair table.

His somehow kind eyes stared at you, "Much better, thank you for the assistance."

"Fantastic." you were happy to know he was full operable again, you both really didn't need anymore speed bumps.

You tried to rub the residual oil and grease off onto your pants before realizing that Freddy seemed to have picked up some muck himself over the course of things. Maybe you'd offer him a hose down when everything was over.

"I think we'll have to get moving before Vanessa circles back. Where do we go from here Fred?"

You watched Freddy seem to contemplate as he secured you the best answer he could.

"We will need to find a means for a more roundabout exit route for you."

"I think you mean escape route. Things don't seem quite right here Freddy." not given how you'd been running for your life for several hours.

The animatronic tilted his head at you and looked around the grubby servicing room. It came across more like a botched horror set than a typical repair area.

"Your friends- they've been practically hunting me all night. And that kid!" You turned to back Freddy with furrowed brows, "That kid who's running around in here with us- we can't get a hold of him over the Fazwatch line. We have to find him before anything happens to him."

The last thing you remember was Gregory telling you both in a panic that Vanessa was closing in on him before it all went to static nonsense over the Fazwatch comms. You wanted to hope she didn't do anything rash to him, but who knows between the crazy behavior of the bots and the cold nature of Vanessa.

An almost musical hum rumbled out of Freddy and he reached to give you a careful pat between the shoulder blades with his heavy paw. His mindfulness of the fact he was metal and could potentially bruise you if he wasn't wary was another startling reminder of his startling sentience.

"I believe that we will find him and that we will get you both out of here."

You did appreciate Freddy's optimism, but part of you wondered if he was right.

Still, you stood up a bit straighter and reminded yourself that at least you had an animatronic on your side. You surely would've felt much more hopeless if you didn't.

"Alright. Where would Vanessa put someone if she caught a trespasser?"

Freddy had a quick answer for you.

"Perhaps the main security room. I can take you there." His chest plates opened with a hiss and clunky shift of metal.

"To the security room then." You carefully climbed inside, only just able to squeeze in on account of you being somewhere around 5"1.

Freddy began to move, the sound of whirling hydraulics having become familiar to you after hopping into Freddy a few times. You were sure Gregory had a mutual feeling and it was this shared experience that you knew only the two of you will probably ever have that made you hope that much more that you'd make it to him in time.

You stared out from behind the safety of Freddy's chassis as he began to amble forward.

You'd all get out of here. One way or another.

(In case anyone was wondering, the reason Reader got caught up in the Pizza Plex was because they accidentally overstayed in the complex after some Faz cola didn't agree with them XD or at least that's what I thought would be a funny means of insert)

#fnaf x reader #reader insert #fnaf #glamrock freddy #fnaf secruity breach #my writing #one shot #fanfiction #five nights at freddy's

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scoutdoesstuff · 2 years

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day five of prompts in the form of names of tea samples :). today's was a weird one. my sampler set is from adagio.com, which does fandom blends and my sample today was one of those! called shizuo heiwajima, it's based on a character from a manga/anime called durarara!! which i had never heard of. some googling later and i came up with this :).

Sam and Dean find themselves working a weird case in New Hampshire, with a new friend.

Bobby cold calls them at 5AM on a Sunday. They both almost fall out of bed trying to find their respective phones.

“What do you know about dullahan?” Bobby asks without any fucking preamble when one of them manages to find the phone that Bobby had rung them on. His voice comes out tinny over the cheap phone’s shitty speaker.

Dean shoots a look at Sam. Sam shrugs.

“Nothin’,” Dean says.

“What about the legend of Sleepy Hollow?” Bobby asks, peeved. Dean and Sam stare at the phone, and then at each other, and then at the phone.

“You still there, geniuses?” Bobby asks, voice getting uncharitably loud for 5AM on any given day, much less a Sunday.

“Am I hallucinating from exhaustion or did you seriously just ask us if we knew the legend of Sleepy Hollow?” Sam says, still staring at the phone.

Dean’s too tired to keep himself from giggling.

Portsmouth, New Hampshire seems to have a ghost problem, according to Bobby. About three weeks ago, a headless rider was spotted for the first time galloping down one of the town’s main roads in the middle of the night. New Hampshire was a bit north for a legend of Sleep Hollow re-enactment — that was really more of a New York thing — and was at first dismissed as some harmless pre-Halloween pranks by teenagers. It kept happening, though, and the local folks who lied nearby that road started to get annoyed and asked local police to step in and put a stop to the matter.

About a week ago, the cops showed up to wrangle the (supposed) prankster and their horse into at least keeping their joyrides to the weekend. The only problem was that the cops couldn’t catch the horse. The footage of a cop car going eighty miles an hour on a highway, being outrun by a horse with a headless rider goes viral. Everyone assumes it’s a clever fake, especially since the horse and rider disappear into thin air just before reaching the edge of town.

Bobby’s convinced it’s not.

After giving Sam and Dean a tongue lashing for being quote “sassy” with him, Bobby orders them to get a few more hours sleep and then hit the road to meet a new pal of his, a Shizuo Heiwajima, in Portsmouth.

Portsmouth is gorgeous, if you’re into the whole New England small town vibe. Sam likes the history. Dean likes that he can let Baby run hard on the roads outside of town. They’ve both been to worse towns at this point in their lives. They even get lucky and find themselves a bed and breakfast with available beds. It’s not frigid yet, but neither brother is sorry to have a real bed to sleep instead of burying themselves under blankets in the Impala.

Bobby’s new friend is late, so Sam drags Dean through first the Strawberry Bake Museum and then the Moffatt-Ladd House and Garden, cooing over the history and re-enactors. It’s not exactly Dean’s bag, but it is cool to see how people used to live way back when. Except Dean can’t shake the feeling that their being watched. Every time he looks around, though, he doesn’t see any one that pings his danger radar, just a bunch of other tourists.

The feeling lingers, though. By the time Sam is waffling on whether or not to go to the Warner House, yet another historic house full of dead people’s things, Dean’s so one edge he can hear his teeth grinding.

Naturally, that’s when Shizuo “call me Shi, everyone else does” Heiwajima shows up. He’s tall and all apologetic smiles with bleached blonde hair and kind brown eyes. He’s easy to like, right up until he scares the shit out of Sam and Dean by lifting a fucking car on his own.

But that comes later.

What comes first is a solid week of zero leads and then three people go missing overnight. Dean, Sam, and Shi spend two days after that chasing their tails all across three quarters of New Hampshire, following several sightings of the missing townsfolk. Dean spends the whole time with that same squirrely feeling of being followed, but nothing comes of it. He just stays itchy and paranoid and has a really fucking hard time sleeping.

Sam thinks he’s cracked right up until Sam opens their motel door on their third day of hunting three missing people to find a woman standing on the threshold. She’s at least five ten, dressed in biker leathers with a helmet over her head.

Sam lets her walk right past him and into their hotel room. Dean and Shi stand up like they’re going for their weapons and then suddenly they don’t want to.

Dean and Sam don’t really feel fear like normal people these days. But there’s an icy chill in both of their stomachs.

That chill goes full arctic blast when the woman takes off her helmet to reveal that there’s nothing underneath it, like her body starts at the neck instead of at the head.

“Gentleman,” a ghastly, disembodied voice floats through the room, seemingly emanated from the … creature standing in the middle of their shabby chic hotel room. “I need your help. It seems someone has stolen my head.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Someone stole your what?” Dean, Sam, and Shi say in unison.

The creature, somehow, sighs.

#this one might get continued too #took me a hot minute to get this prompt to work though given the whole here's a character you have zero familiarity with #from an anime you've never watched deal #spn #my fic #tea prompts

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vespertin-y · 1 year

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afternoon liveblog! GUESS WHO’S GOT TWO THUMBS AND MORE STUFF FOR THEIR SACRIFICE KOKICHI PINBOARD BABEYYYY

-not tsumugi’s idea of god just being izuru �� how did i not catch this easter egg before,,,

-”...cults like these can be reaaally annoying if you get on their bad side.” how do you know that, kokichi?

-i HIGHLY doubt angie was meant to smash that flashback light...in a more interesting version of ch3, tsumugi kills her for this and gets away with it until ch6....i just really wanted them to use the first-come-first-serve culprit rule ok.

-”ummm...what if we get another time limit motive, like the one that got rantaro killed? ...shouldn’t we have a sacrifice prepared, just in case?” “you mean...if someone has to die, we should volunteer someone we resurrected?” COLD, angie, cold. anyway this scene is made WAY funnier if you imagine an extremely offended kaede, rantaro, ryoma, and kirumi watching it on TV.

-kaito is Going Thru It...it’s impossible to tell how much of his suffering is because of his illness worsening and how much of it is his genuine terror at the supernatural, but either way he is straight up not havin a good time rn.

-ok so shuichi and kokichi proceed to have a very long (and completely optional!) side conversation and literally all of it makes me insane so here it is, line-by-line:

-”oh, but angie wants to make rantaro the transfer student, huh? i don’t want him to come back to life.” “why?” “it’s cuz...i love you most, shuichi. i’m always thinking about you...and you’d rather see kaede brought back to life, huh?” “th-that’s...” “you’re so admirable! that’s why i wanna support you! oh wait, that’s a lie!” “...” the og explanation i made for this got a little too personal and a little too sad, so i’ll just say a) again, it’s much easier to make people *think* you’re lying than it is to actually lie, and b) adding ‘but that’s a lie!’ is like saying it’s not gay because you wore socks, OUMA.

-“come to think of it, i once saw this anime that was also about a death game...the mastermind sacrificed a family member as the first victim to get the killing started.” PIN! BOARD! PIN! BOARD! PIN! BOARD!

-“sacrificed a family member? as in...killed them?” “yeah, as a show of force. maybe that’s what happened to rantaro...what if rantaro was working for the mastermind? bringing him back might be a bad idea.” “n-no, that’s idiotic! rantaro couldn’t have been working for the mastermind...” [but...is it really impossible? we only knew rantaro for a short time. he did seem as though he was kind of used to the killing game.] “nee-heehee...looks like you’re starting to understand what i’m getting at, shuichi.” FROTHS AT THE FUCKING MOUTH,,,they both clocked how sus rantaro is but because of the way kaede’s death spent them tailspinning in opposite directions (natural extrovert kokichi becoming isolated and paranoid bc he thinks he’ll end up like her + natural introvert shuichi fighting his own caution to integrate into the group bc he has to fulfill her wish) they can’t have a real conversation about it. I Am So Normal About This.

-FTE time - this time kokichi’s second one! (this is just his episode, apparently). the fact that we know his love of yu-gi-oh is genuine because he really obviously based his outfit off of seto kaiba is fantastic, but my favorite bit is that he “plays” by drawing random cards and seeing who’s number is bigger - the hallmark of kids who collected the pretty cards but had no idea what the actual rules were (like me and all seven of my siblings hpshjdhbsgdh).

-one of maki’s next! shuichi telling her her backstory sounds fake is funny for like, eight different reasons. the holy salvation society’s strategy of being so suspicious for cult reasons no one realizes they’re suspicious for assassin reasons is also great. (shuichi is...bizarrely slow on the uptake here, though. maki saying ‘god really doesn’t exist in this world’ and shuichi responding with ‘so, you’re a devotee in the cult?’ made me ?????. it’s so out of character i can’t even be mad at maki calling him a fucking dumbass. she’s right!)

-kaitoooo :[ don’t call yourself pathetic for being sick, please,,,,

-”i think...himiko has gotten so lazy, she’s given up on thinking for herself...that’s why she’s depending on angie.” bold move to describe joining a cult because you’re suicidally depressed as “lazy”, but i suppose i can’t fault tenko for something that’s more a flaw with DR itself. her heart is in the right place, at least.

-”she thinks she’s [kami-sama]’s vessel, so she doesn’t feel guilty about anything she does.” “and that’s why you want me to kill her?” “huh!?” “asking someone like me for a “favor” can only mean one thing.” “...i...won’t deny that. i’ve wanted her gone even before all this happened. and i think everyone has wanted someone to die at least once in their life...but going through with it is a different thing! it’s wrong for a person to commit murder! it doesn’t matter what the reason is!” i disagree but i think it’s Neat seeing where all the V3 characters fall on this moral spectrum!!

-not maki and kaito having the exact same ‘just bang on the door 1 billion times’ strategy 😭 that’s rlly funny actually.

-”no, angie. that’s not possible. the bodies were not fakes. i’m positive. especially after seeing the wax effigies. the effigies were nearly perfect, but the real bodies still had traces of a soul. a soul desperate to live, struggling, fighting for life...that’s something that can never be replicated. no matter what technology you have, you can’t fake a soul.” how does he apply this to kiibo, i wonder...?

-”[kami-sama] says that if we do the ritual, everyone who has died up till now will come back. so...if those four really are dead, then the resurrection ritual will surely work.” she’s switched from bringing back rantaro to bringing back everyone...!? that’s not what monokuma promised.

-”if you’re gonna slow me down, i’ll turn you into a wax effigy! nyahahaha!” JESUS H CHRIST

-tenhimi breakup scene :((( the babygirls r so toxic,,,

-”you should let shuichi tell you how to apologize. he’s really good at it.” i...can’t tell if this is meant to be an insult or not......

-that’s the end of day twelve! see you next time :]

#dr #mem liveblogs

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missrandomdreamer · 2 years

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Early OC Writing

So i wanted to post the original writing I had for a totally different OC Irena. I really liked this but idk just wasnt sure about it at the time. also me being self conscious was like ' ah this is kind of cringe' which was another reason i abandoned it >< and also def more magical and what not lol

but yeah here is an old bit of a story i wrote and just never finished, sorry for it just being kind of rough probably not the bed edited and what not

When Karl took in this wolf to heal he didn’t realize it would stick around nor did he realize it wasn’t just a wolf. It had been the early evening on a cold day in January. He had grown restless and aggravated with his work and needed fresh air, something he rarely would come out of his factory for but it was just one of those times. He had been headed to the reservoir granted not to talk to the fishy lord but to gaze at the water. Sometimes watching the water move in the moonlight calmed him down and put him at ease, calmed him though he would never tell a living nor dead about that.

He was just getting to the top of the hill getting closer to the bridge when he heard a rustle nearby. His ears picked up and nostrils flared, hammer coming down to the earth with a thud. His eyes scanned the darkening horizon. A human couldn’t really see in this growing evening light but a lycan could. Karl blinked as he saw a dark mass moving slowly, limping actually in the brush. An animal? He hadn’t seen a wild animal aside from the normal birds out here in awhile, most of the Lycan had scared them off especially any deer or elk yet. Heisenberg stalked it slowly until he heard a low growl. The creature's head lifted showing bright yellow eyes like that of a harvest moon.

A low chuckle came from the man’s throat as he drew closer to it, causing it to growl lower revealing its sharp canines. Heisenberg kneeled down getting to its level, while it continued to growl, its sharp pointed ears pressed to its head. “Aw well what do we have here? Haven’t seen a wolf around these parts in quite some time. At least not a real one. You alone?” Karl looked around now straining his ears to hear any soft padded feet hitting the dying vegetation around him and snow yet there was nothing but the soft wind and sounds of the reservoir nearby. The black wolf backed up but let out a sharp sound of pain causing Karl to turn his head back to it, steel blue eyes focusing on it more closely now.

“Ah, it seems one of the Lycan boys got to you, surprised you made it out in such a fight, Must be one tough little pup.” The iron smell of blood wafted over to him now from the wind, the creature was bleeding, he frowned. In the light he could see a horrible gash on its back stretching to its hind quarters. Damn, how the hell did it survive. The mechanic scrunched up his nose and sighed. He could put the creature out of its misery but the damn thing seemed to have a fighting spirit…He could use it on an experiment but some part of him didn’t feel that right. It seemed like it was one of the last real animals...it deserved to die as such if it came to not be turned into some fighting machine.

Karl Heseinberg stood up and approached it slowly again. It snapped its jaws at him growling, “Ah little tough one aren’t you, despite your battle wounds. What a strong little wolfy you are.” he laughed softly and slowly took off his glove and outstretched his big hand to the injured animal causing the black wolf to press itself into the dirt still snarling. “C’mere, I am not gonna hurt ya.” He cooed. The wolf didn’t move at first, just kept snarling, gnashing its teeth. It tried to back up again but yelped once more. Karl didn’t move and just left his hand there for the creature to sniff once it ever decided to...if it decided too. He wished he had some sort of food to give it, but naturally he had nothing on him that would help in this situation.

He kneeled like that for a while and when he was just about to call it quits, annoyance rising in his chest the wolf finally stopped snarling. It slowly moved its head and sniffed Karl’s hand. The large mechanic could feel the warm nose of the wolf, not a good sign, it was probably worse off than he thought. It took every ounce of self-control not to grab the wolf by the scruff and pull it to him, or pet the creature. He kept still holding his breath, letting the wolf sniff his hand. Karl saw its eyes wince but then gently licked his fingers before restings its head in the man’s fingers, as if quietly saying okay I trust you.

Karl felt a strange sense of relief wash over him and he chuckled softly. “Good boy, it's not so scary right?” The wolf turned its head and blinked, making a huff at him. The large man laughed again, “I'm sorry , good girl?” He cocked his head, weird, the wolf closed its eyes and put its head under Karl’s fingers again. He just laughed again scratching its bristling fur, “All right girl sorry. Now you gonna let me pick you up and carry you or we gonna have a fight on this too?”

The ebony wolf said nothing and just laid down, breathing heavily, golden eyes looking at him before closing them, looking as if she was going to sleep. Heisenberg frowned, guessing that was his answer. He stood up now and picked up the wolf who didn’t protest, only letting out a yelp, snapping its jaw as if to say be careful! “All right sorry sorry! I’ll be gentler next time, let’s get you home.” The mechanic was surprised at how big the creature was, were wolves usually this big? Yet it felt light and thin, he could feel its rib cage through its bristled fur, he frowned. Seems like this wolf needed more than just healing, it needed food. Karl Heisenberg held the wolf carefully in its arms while his large hammer floated beside him, the creature falling asleep in his arms almost immediately, shivering in the cooling air. And that is how Karl Heisenberg adopted a werewolf.

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Heisenberg was taken aback by seeing the wolf in the yellow light of the medical wing of his factory. The wounds were way worse than he thought and the wolf was a lot bigger than he realized. It was twice the size of a normal wolf yet it didn’t resemble a lycan in any regard yet...this wolf didn’t seem right. No, not now, let's heal this thing before it gets worse. The wolf’s golden eyes were closed for the most part the healing only opening them for a short time seeing exactly what Karl was doing before laying its head down on the cold table allowing the mechanic to work. “You seem strangely calm for a wild wolf, were you someone’s house pet baby girl?” he said to himself, threading up the wounds causing the wolf to whine kicking its leg slightly before calming at a shushing sound from the mechanic. “It’s all right, almost done with stitching’ don’t go kickin you’ll mess it up now.” he said sternly in that soft tone he had now started to use with the wild creature.

His blue eyes looked over the wolf as he worked, applying ointment which caused the creature to growl before getting calmed again by Heseinberg. The final thing was wrapping up the wounds to keep the stitching safe and from coming undone. The wraps would be awkward and the thing would probably move a bit slower at least it would heal faster. Karl sighed as he brushed his calloused hands through its fir, taking more detail of the creature. Not only was it bigger but it was completely black except for a little white crescent shape on its chest, strange. He felt scars along its body causing the creature to twitch. He let out a low whistle, the wolf’s ears twitched. “You are a tough little cookie, aren't ya darlin’. Must have been out there alone for awhile now, how the hell did you manage to live this long?” Karl asked, looking at the wolf’s face. It raised its head and blinked , making a little huff before letting its head down to rest, breathing through its nose again. Heisenberg laughed softly, “All right, get some rest then, here I'm gonna take you to a softer, warmer place than this old table. When ya wake up I'll get you something to eat, how’s that baby girl?” He petted her head again and she just licked his fingers causing him to chuckle softly. “Night baby girl.”

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The next few days the wolf slept, drank and ate, never leaving Heisenberg’s bedroom unless to use the bathroom of course which the man would have to carry the wolf outside the factory to do so. Otherwise, the wolf was quiet, never really making a sound. It just watched the mechanic work quietly, sometimes dozing other times limping over to him and sleeping at his feet, something the man found...amusing to say the least, other times it would lay its large head in his lap, where he would scratch it absentmindedly while he smoked a cigar. It was like owning a dog. He actually did make a collar for the wolf though the thing seemed reluctant to accept it. It sniffed it and cocked it’s large head at Karl. The man had laughed,

“Not liking it? I guess you don’t need one if you are going to be around me all the time huh?” The wolf just huffed and laid its head back on his lap causing the man to chuckle again.. “All right, no collar it is then.”

Eventually the bandages were removed and the wolf was healed yet the creature didn’t seem all too restless or eager to return to the outside world quite yet. Now the thing seemed curious; it would follow Heseinberg around but never get in the way just watching. Karl eventually had to scold the wolf for following him to the dangerous part of the factory when that came the wolf would wait for him back in his room. At night, the wolf slept alongside the large mechanic which genuinely surprised the Lord. Curious but not unwelcome. The man would pet its fur, till he too fell asleep beside it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was growing rapidly attached to this animal. Karl hadn’t handed another living thing in his factory aside from the mutants he had created, but they showed no emotion, he had made it so only the emotion to kill and destroy, to obey him. He never had an animal friend, not since he was a little boy and again he didn’t want to admit it, but he had missed it.

There were nights when he would grow frustrated over being a child of Mother Miranda, of dealing with Lady D, of his work, of being alive sometimes and he would just rage. He would throw things and scream, shouting to the world yet the wolf didn’t run at that. She would wait till he was done raging and then approach him, when he had finally had raged till he couldn’t anymore,it would lay its head on thigh. She wasn’t afraid of him and she showed it by the affection she gave him after his outbursts. Karl wouldn’t say a word and just pet her, sometimes even hug her, burying his face in her soft dark fur.

He never told the others about his strange pet, the only one he ever considered telling was Donna, he felt she would love the large fluffy creature though he was worried what Angie would do. Best not tell anyone about it for now they would only make fun of him or even worse hurt the wolf, something he refused to let happen. So the wolf would be his secret. No one ever came to his factory so, he had little to worry of anyone ever finding out about her.

Though something strange would happen after a few weeks of having the wolf around. It was on an extremely bad day in fact. Heisenberg had just got back from a horrible meeting with Mother Miranda and his so-called siblings. Alicia had been more annoying which caused Karl to get more angry, ending the meeting with a horrible fight. Karl had stomped home pissed and threw himself into his work. He looked forward to having the wolf be there to greet and ease his stress but the creature seemed to be restless. The dark wolf had been pacing around his room right around sunset and scratching the door. “All right, I'm coming , give me a minute, just need to finish something up.” Karl grumbled to the wolf as he was tinkering withs something the man not looking up at all, but the wolf wouldn’t have it, she barked and growled at him. The man immediately put his tools down and looked at the wolf, his eyebrows furrowed and his blue eyes peeking over the rims of his dark glasses. That wasn’t like her, something must be wrong. “All right, all right, let’s go out. What’s eating at you baby girl?” The wolf just barked again and stomped the floor. Frowning, Heisenberg stood up and walked to his bedroom door, opening it and was just about to step out when the wolf beat him to it. She ran on a head causing the mechanic to gasp and follow. He cursed and threw up his hand, his hammer flying to him as he chased after the wolf.

“Where the hell are you in a hurry for, what’s going on?” Karl called after it but it kept running for the door. Something akin to panic raced in the man’s veins. Was it trying to leave him now? But why? I guess he knew this day would come but why now? The wolf kept running ahead but would look back at Karl to see if he was still following after it, which the man was. When they got to the entrance it ran way ahead which caused Karl to even panic more. He felt his hand twitch, all he had to do was summon metal and the creature would be put down or caged at his whim. Though that didn’t seem right to him, not after all this time no he wasn’t going to cage an animal that wanted to be free...he would be no better than mother Miranda if he did that. However, panic still drove Karl forward following the wolf. The wind was cold and wild that night biting at the mechanic’s chest and face. The wolf was now just a large shadow moving among the dying light only pausing every once in a while if the mechanic was following it which he was. Granted if he had a piece of metal to alleviate on he would be at its side in an instant but no he hadn’t thought of that and was just running now.

His eyes never left the wolf as he weaved its way in the brush, nor when the wolf went up the mountain, not again when they started into the woods. Where the hell was the thing taking him? How long had he been running with this wolf? The full moon was getting higher in the sky now peaking through the tall evergreens, providing a soft white light. The wolf gave a little howl to Karl, keep up!, as if to say and so he did. “Where the hell are we going!? My factory needs me. I don't have time for a run around!” he calls but the wolf howls again, motioning with its head to keep on following. She easily jumped from boulder to boulder before stopping at a large gaping mouth in the mountain. She stopped and Karl stopped with her, just yards away. The wolf made a little huff and went into the cave and he followed suit slowly but surely, now running out of breath. “Son of a bitch.” he sighed. “This better be fucking good.”

Karl Heisenberg stumbled up the boulders and into the cave, which was strangely warm. He could hear the sound of flowing water nearby. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the darkness and now seeing golden eyes look back at him. The mechanic’s glasses fell down his nose a bit and huffed,stealing eyes getting aggravated. This fucking venture better be worth it, damn mutt. That once somewhat sweet disposition started to already deteriorate. He was tired, he needed to work not chase after this wolf. Why was he doing this in the first place? It didn’t make any sense to him yet here was fitting his large frame in a small little cave following a wolf. His boots echoed off the walls of the stone cavern, the air was moist, moss covering the walls around him. He sniffed, musty, natural...gross. The wolf stopped ahead of him and motioned with its head and suddenly jumped down. Karl gasped and picked up his pace again which in turn made him slip on the moist floor sending him plummeting down the cavern.

“Fuck me!” he cursed loudly, getting more and more angry by the second. He pulled himself off the floor till he suddenly looked up and blinked. There was an opening, the sound of water was louder and he could make out moonlight from behind a wall of vines. He saw the dark silhouette of the wolf, its golden eyes glinting in the pale light before it disappeared beyond the walls. Heisenberg let out a growl of aggravation but followed after the wolf stomping like a spoiled child. He was cursing under his breath as he pushed the thick foliage, muttering how stupid this all way and he just have just let the damn thing run away until his eyes looked up.

“What the hell…?” he breathed. Heisenberg stepped out into a moonlit garden, sanctuary? He wasn’t quite sure. He walked more carefully out onto the stones and looked up around him, momentarily losing sight of the wolf. He was surrounded by boulders of various shapes and sizes but plants seemed to be peaking out everywhere: from various types of flowers to strange ivy that seemed to snake around everything. A small stream broke from the earth and slithered along the ground: it glowed with an unearthly light-from the light of the moon. It was then his eyes caught the wolf again. It stood with elegance upon a boulder and another opening behind that one.

“Why did you bring me here? What the hell was all of this for?” Heisenberg straightened himself up to his full height, and hammer at his side. He felt consciously more dirty than usual in such a clean place, something that never bothered him till now. He felt exposed and cornered, a feeling he felt whenever he was in the presence of Mother Miranda. He shivered yet this place seemed to be untouched by snow and the wind didn’t roam down here despite still being exposed to the elements.

The wolf looked over at him; it’s golden eyes practically glowing, unnatural. It merely blinked at him before throwing its head up releasing a chilling howl: crystalline, piercing. The man’s eyebrows furrowed again, he took a step back to the shadows of the entrance. The wolf’s song finished yet it was met with no response. It then let its large black head drop and seemed to bow towards the moon itself. It sat frozen for a little longer than Karl liked so he took another step forward but once again stopped himself. The body started to rise.

The body of the wolf rose from its bow just as the full moon warmed the creature, making its black fur sparkle but its movements started to look strange. He saw the fur of the wolf yet it kept rising until suddenly he wasn’t looking at a wolf anymore. His mouth fell open and his glasses fell from his face. There in the bright moonlight was a woman, thin and wane like a crescent moon and skin just as white as one. Skin...lots of skin...she was naked minus for something that hung from her shoulders, a large fur appeared….a wolf skin? Her wolf skin? Pitch black hair cascaded around her in waves, dancing along the ground but moving around her pale form in strange whisps but doing nothing to make her modest.

Golden eyes looked down at him with such focus it made him shiver. “Fuck me…” he breathed and stumbled forward landing on his knees looking up at the she-wolf before him. She might have laughed; she might not have; he didn't hear her; he was just spellbound by her glowing eyes. The woman looked down at him as if he was her prey, eyes looking for every moment. She then moved silently, gracefully to him and kneeled down to his level, just as he had down to her. The strange woman put out her hand and cupped his face, while the other kept the black wolf skin over her shoulders. The hand on his face started to scratch his chin, then combing her fingers through his beard. Something moved him to relax into her fingers. He gulped something and his eyes closed, letting out a low pleased rumble in his chest. Now who was the dog? Fuck.

Karl eventually opened his eyes to look at her, again being stolen up into those harvest moon eyes. “Who the hell are you? What the hell are you?” he breathed. She merely smiled softly and pressed a finger to her lips. She released his chin and caught himself before he let himself whine, already missing her touch. The mysterious she-wolf moved quickly away and bounded up the boulders with ease. She looked back at him with a smile before dipping into the small cave. She moved like mercury, it was a bit mesmerizing. Nope best not to think that right now. Heisenberg shook his head and when he stopped, there she was again, smiling in front of him.

“How did you-” he shook his head again and she cocked her own. “Are you something Mother Miranda made? One of her forgotten projects?” His tone grew aggregated and snapping. The woman made a face of disgust and shook her head before disappearing again, off to get something else.

“Then what the hell are you!?” Karl was screaming at the empty clearing. He saw her poke her head out from behind a boulder and just smiled and put her finger to her lips, tapping it before disappearing again. Oh great what the hell did that mean? He tried to catch where she went but she was so quick, yet moved with grace. The Lycan swallowed something and shook his head, “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me what you are then I'm heading back to my factory.” He just turned around but bumped right into the mysterious woman who was now holding a bowl of some strange liquid in her hands, she pushed it towards him. Whatever it was, it smelled very earthy and flowery much to the mechanic’s dismay. He growled and took a step back but she matched it with a step forward.

“What? What is this?” he barked while she just pouted, pushing it towards him again, he tried not to focus on how cute it looked, nope don't think that now. “I'm not gonna drink it, I hate flowery shit, what are you trying to say?” The wolfy woman was looking annoyed now and sighed, which strangely sounded like her wolfy huff that she did when she was in her wolf form. Karl looked down at her and she looked up at him, both of them holding an annoyed expression. Again the woman sighed and pressed hand on his chest which caused a shiver to run through him like electricity then with the other she took a sip of the drink. His brows furrowed but all thoughts of logic and words were lost when the hand that had his shirt tightened. She jerked him down suddenly to her level, stepping on tip-toes she pressed her mouth to his own.

The moment that happened Karl lost all of his senses completely, his hands had a mind of their own and grabbed the woman in front of him suddenly, pressing her to his body. He might have heard the bowl clutter to the ground but suddenly things seemed foggy. He let her take his lips and whatever liquid she held there passed through him for a brief moment he heard a whisper,

“Drink.” It beckoned and so he did. He let the woman’s tongue slide in and dropped the liquid on his tongue, his body already buzzing. The fragrant liquid danced in his mouth then raced down his throat. He had broken the stranger’s kiss just to swallow it down hungrily. It tasted sweet but it made his body tingle all over, or maybe that was just her kiss-regardless he wanted more of it. As soon as that thought came it went because the next thing he knew, his body had become light and strange. What the fuck!? His vision blurred and everything seemed to turn to mist around him. He didn’t remember letting go of the woman but he must have because she wasn’t there anymore and all at once he felt like he was falling-falling through clouds. He opened his mouth gasping for air, to yell and curse but all he tasted were flowers until suddenly everything went dark.

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Karl bolted up immediately gasping for air, his fingers digging into the grass beneath him before he snapped his head around, shaking. His breathing was shallow and his eyes wild, until they rested on the little woman sitting cross legged beside him: again completely naked except for her wolf skin draped over her shoulders. Her soft expression showed worry, strangely enough. It might have been a bit sweet if Karl wasn’t so pissed.

“What the hell did you give me, woman? How long have I been out what- ah fuck..” He brought his hands to his head, the taste of flowers still on his tongue.

“I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t have understood me otherwise...how are you feeling?”

“I feel like utter shit, that’s what I feel like I-...wait.” Heisenberg snapped his head up and looked at the woman with wide eyes. “Did you just talk?”

“Yes.” But her lips didn’t move more like he heard it in his head. “That drink allowed you to hear me. It doesn’t usually affect people like that, you scared me when you passed out.”

“No shit!” he growled and rubbed his temples, his head still felt foggy. Nothing made since, this was all out of his comfort zone. “You know I’m not a damn human so how did you think it would play out?” Karl looked at her now moving to put on his discarded glasses, still frowning.

He noticed her eyebrows were furrowed and the look of sorrow , hurt and frustration was in those glowing golden eyes. She didn’t say anything, maybe she didn't know what to say, much like when she was in her wolf form, she let Heisenberg get all his anger out, there was no helping trying to reason talk to him when he was upset. (Despite he had every right to be) “Are...can you hear my thoughts? I hear your voice in my head.” His eyes widened then narrowed but a bit of relief passed through him when she shook her head.

“ I only hear when you speak with your mouth, nothing more. Give it a try, so I can put your worries at ease.” Her voice was soothing, something he tried to shake off.

“Fuck it, I wouldn’t know what to think of anyway to much shit going on…” She simply nodded to his answer. Heisenberg took in some air and then let it out slowly before turning to her once more with a heated gaze. “So do mind telling me what the hell all of this is? Who you are, what you are? You said you aren’t one of Miranda’s experiments so how the hell do you do what you do?”

The woman nodded, he had good questions and easy enough to answer whether he believed her would be another story. She brought her black fur about as if she was a bit cold. “My name is Irena. I have lived in the woods here for most of my life, I was once human many many moons ago but I don;t remember much of that life anymore. You see I was bitten by a wolf,” She now withdrew her hand from the dark fur and showed him her palm, a pentacle was there looking as if it was burned harshly into her flesh. Heisenberg’s eyebrows furrowed again this was all sounding bull shitting but he let her continue. “Specifically a cursed wolf.”

“That seems like an old child’s tale. There ain’t even such a thing, only the things that Miranderr has made.” he snarled, crossing his arms over his chest. The woman shrugged,

“Believe what you wish, I think it’s silly that you accept the strange things the woman does and find that more believable than a story that has been on this planet for hundreds if not thousands of years. Stories have to come from some sort of truth.”

“Well of course but lycanthropy has been an actual physical ailment that can happen, that's where the stories come from. Some over hairy dude with a weird obsession with meat gets mistaken for a wolf man, and bam! That’s how a story is born. None of this magic bull shit of a wolf turning into ...a woman and what not, running around naked with wolf fur over her head.” He motioned to her body and then looked away huffing, she cocked her eyebrow but again just shrugged again, he was more knowledgeable in that way of knowledge than she expected,

“Well yes but I can assure you that is not in my case. I would think magic had some part to play. Not everything on this earth can be explained with science, Healer..” He blinked at her nickname for him, did she even know his name? Yet all t hose thoughts were pushed aside and again made angry by her next moves. She stood up from her spot now and with that strange grace picked up a bowl beside her and passed it over to him. “Here, drink some water, it might help with the fogginess. If I remember correctly you haven’t been very hydrated today anyway.”

Karl snarled and knocked it out of her hand like a rotten child, “I wouldn’t be feeling like shit if it hadn’t been for you and don’t get onto me like a mother!”

“I'm most certainly not your mother.” Karl shivered, there was a deep growl with those words, almost as if suddenly mutated something else entirely. Her eyebrows now furrowed and it looked as if she would snarl, her lips twitching, “I wanted to tell you the truth about me and to thank you personally for what you did. You saved my life and let me into your home, so I wanted to show you mine.” Irena stepped towards him, puffing out her chest and giving him a death glare into his eyes. It made him nervous for some reason and he didn’t like having that emotion. She was standing toe to toe with him now. “I’m sorry the drink gave you side effects, I should have taken into account your mutation, though I never think of you as that. So I apologized that it didn't cross my mind.” She huffed and growled, now knowing that came from her lips. It was not a wolf’s growl nor a womans but a deeper beast altogether.

“I liked you better as a damn wolf, why couldn't you stay that way!” He snapped.

“So you liked me better as your bitch is that it?” Karl sucked in his breath. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t like that, he didn’t seem right coming out of her mouth. That’s no-that’s not what he meant at all. Fuck all of this was to much, he needed to get back to the factory. What hell was even happening more?

“Fuck this! I’m going back to my factory! You can stay back at your home, hope you're happy and wish you luck not running into lycans. Next time I won’t be there to help you.” He shouted over his shoulder as he stomped back the way he came, dragging his hammer out behind him. Karl didn’t hear Irena respond except for what he thought was sniffling. Sudden pain and hurt stung him in the chest but he pushed it aside. Fuck this, fuck all of this! He didn’t have time for this; he had an army to build and a bitch to overthrow no time for wolves or women or whatever she was. No time for senseless emotions.

He told himself that all the way back to the factory not even looking around him. He hadn’t looked back at Irena even though something pulled him to do so, he denied it. Heisenberg just kept facing forward, out of hidden paradise, out of the cave, trekked through the forest down the mountain and across the field till he was in the loud confines of his factory. Finally, the sounds can drown out the stupid voices and feelings. Karl needed to go back to work, none of this frolicking in the moonlight with naked ladies. He made a face at that thought and shook his head, throwing himself back into work.

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Karl didn’t sleep the rest of that night, nor the next one he just kept working through. He never wanted to stop or think about what happened with the she-wolf . Nor did he want to think about how much he missed her being by his side in the night or when he was getting upset not having someone to come back from working to hold, even if she was just a wolf at the time: company was still company. There was some point during the second evening he wondered what it would have been like to have a talking companion, especially as interesting as Irena. What was it like to have someone waiting for you at the end of the day, with that innocent smile and those captivating eyes. To touch his face as she had done briefly and have those long nails comb back his hair. Heisenberg squashed those thoughts though and continued to work, no need to be getting like that now. It was all stupid.

The third night is when it really sets in. He had finally exhausted himself to where he couldn’t even sit up at his desk so he decided to throw himself into bed. Karl discarded his glasses and hat but fore passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. The man was soon dreaming-dreaming like he always did. His mind couldn’t even get a break when he tried to sleep most of the time it was nightmares but this night was different.

That night he dreamt he was outside of his factory, it was cold and the wind was howling. He was running, his heart was beating painfully in his chest, strange smells came to his nose and he could hear-something was chasing him. Yet hsi feet made no sound in the snow, he was silent even in his movement. He broke into the woods glancing this way and that before running again he was headed further up the mountain. With ease he jumped from boulder to boulder before glancing down to now see what had been chasing him. A lycan. What? Why was he the one becing chased, the lycans no not to fuck with the Four Lords.

“Get away you dumb shit!”

But those words didn’t leave his mouth just an inhuman growl. What the hell? In a split second he was howling, a familiar crystalline howl that suddenly turned into something deep and demonic. The lycan below suddenly backed away but snarled back up at him before he felt him move at lightning speed. He reached out with a large paw and talons bringing it down swiftly on the mutated man. The lycan howled in pain but snapped with its strange teeth before slashing Karl with its claws. He felt a stinging pain but he paid no mind. Instead he opened his mouth and snapped down on the space between the creature's neck and shoulder. He tasted blood in his jaws and mutated flesh, he ripped away at it, sickening ripping and slapping sound echoed in the air. The lycan let out another airy sound before dropping down at his feet in a pool of blood. He spat out the meat and howled again before licking his lips, feeling all his teeth to be sharpened. The blood fueled him in a strange way.

He shook his head and ran again leaving the corpse for the birds. Now where was he going? Heisenberg was moving quickly more so than a normal man should (Despite that he wasn’t normal but even as a Lord he wasn’t that fast) He started to hear the sound of water, then he smelled it, there was a sense of urgency: he needed to get to it fast. Again, he moved so effortless through the snow until he started to see the river come into view. He dove his face into the water and slurped up the ice cold water like a wild beast. He saw the blood drip off of him from the other creature making the snow a light pink color. He shook his head like a beast before peering into the water. What looked back wasn’t him but a large black humanoid wolf, with familiar harvest moon eyes.

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Heisenberg woke up in a cold sweat, “The fuck was that?” He licked his lips again, he twitched, the taste of blood and flowers were on his lips. The Iron Horse got up and shakily made a glass of whiskey. He downed it quickly and poured himself another one.. What the hell? That dream felt so real, all the way to the cold of the snow , the sounds of howling, the taste of blood on his lips...even that damn floral taste was still there. Why hadn’t that shit gone away yet. The mechanic downed the 2nd one and released a shaking breath. He has had vivid dreams like that but this one was different, it was as if he was someone else in the dream. No, he knew who that was, it was Irena, it had to be. He had been experiencing all her senses and feeling all the things she felt.

Why though, had it something to do with the liquid she gave him? The kiss they exchanged? His mind filtered back to those glowing eyes, that smile and that sweetness of the kiss, her gentle touch that made him craving more.

Heisenberg growled and put his head in his hands. He didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to think about any of this. He needed to focus, fuck, he had a factory to run and an army to build. Now wasn’t the time to be getting sentimental, to be getting distracted, he needed to work. Getting lost in his work always got him distracted, the hatred for Mother Miranda fueled him and he needed to get back to that mindset. He growled again, taking down another glass of whiskey before throwing on his clothes, signature hat and glasses. “Fuck Mother Miranda , fuck this family and fuck this village! I can’t wait to burn this whole palace to the ground!” He swung open the door with the flick of his wrist, nearly tearing it off the hinges and headed into the darkness of his factory, washing away any other thoughts of the wolf woman and only on his goals for now.

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