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sky-kiss · 7 months

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Okay sorry for all these prompts/ideas but I just can't get rid of these worms and would love to hear your takes on them! How would you imagine a scenario where Raphael is wounded and decided "I'm going to teleport to my favourite person instead of going back to the Hells" (maybe he was wounded in the Hells and escaped). He manages to teleport to them/their doorstep before passing out. What would ensue? 👀👀👀

p.s. I only though of this because I was thinking of Raphael without his doublet so you see that shirt and then imagined him being all bloodied and beat up 😩 Welp... Adding that to the back burner of things to draw!

A/N: Ya’ll feeling a lil’ bloodthirsty against the boy tonight. What has he done to deserve such violence? You know. Aside from everything. I’ve opted for a touch of silliness.

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The House of Hope is compromised.

It’s Raphael’s last cognizant thought for some time. The assassin closes the distance between them with hellish speed, a blur of wings and bladed limbs. He’s vaguely aware of the pain, but it’s the burning he feels first. It’s like acid in his veins. Poison, he thinks, and that airy disconnect startles him; it’s poisoned me.

Raphael rips the beast off him, snapping its neck in one fluid move. Screams echo throughout the House. He hears more of those things scurrying about in the main hall and something massive, something awful, crashing towards the boudoir.

They’ve come for him. His father’s men or a rival Archdevil, it matters not. He moves towards his armoire, intending to slip into the Hell Dusk armor before they are upon him, and nearly collapses. His vision swims; the muscles in his hands and calves are still in the process of cramping. Everything wants to spasm.

The cambion grits his teeth, pride warring with rationality. If they kill him here, it will be a final death. But on the Prime…even if they fell upon him, there is hope. Raphael forces his hands through the familiar gesture and casts himself among the planes. He has no destination in mind; his mind cycles through its expansive catalog of people and places and locates one with sufficient strength. The House fades.

Convenient, because so does his consciousness.

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There’s a devil in her garden.

Well. Cambion.

Tav purses her lips, rocking back on her heels. She should probably feel panicky but can’t find it in herself. Raphael looks rough. His doublet is shredded. His red skin is tinged nearly purple, and sweat beads on his forehead. The hero of Baldur’s Gate glances back towards her cottage, down at the devil she’d once (tenuously) considered a friendly acquaintance.

If he’d thought to come to her after a decade, then things must have gone sideways back home.

She sighs, kneeling and slipping her arms under his. The devil is hot. Not in an attractive way, not even in a natural temperature way; it’s like his blood is boiling in his veins and cooking him from the inside out. She goes to move him and groans.

“Gods, couldn’t even transform to make this a little more manageable, hmm? Good to see you’ve not changed, dear.”

Getting him inside is an arduous process. Tav has to stop more than once. He’s heavier than he looks, and touching him burns her.

She finally, finally manages to drag him to the couch. Tav presses the back of her hand to his cheek. She’s no expert in Infernal medicine, but he doesn’t feel or look great. Chewing her lip, she weighs her options. Leave him and hope he awakens…

…or take matters into her own hands.

She’s always been more of a take-charge sort. Tav fetches a knife from the kitchen. He isn’t going to be happy with her, but he’ll also be alive, so it’s a tradeoff he’ll have to accept. She finishes cutting the doublet free. Seeing him without it is strange. Tav sits back on her heels. He looks smaller, so much more vulnerable without that mark of rank. The shirt beneath is rather plain by comparison. Frilled, yes, but nothing out of the ordinary. Tav cuts it away; the blood has ruined it. They’ll find something else for him to wear.

The wound stretches across his side. It oozes in some places; the skin along the edges is blackened, already starting to rot. She wonders if his mortal blood worsened or lessened the effect of the poison.

Tav fetches half a dozen potions from the pantry alongside a roll of bandages. She’ll have to work quickly and pray.

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Raphael regains consciousness halfway through the procedure. The cambion is aware of a pinching sensation in his side; there’s a small hand on his ribs, trying to keep him from moving away. His host pinches him. They’re saying something.

“Transform.”

Gods above and below, he recognizes that voice. The devil groans, chancing to open his eyes. Tav is staring at him, crouched between his spread leads, needle in hand.

“Not you.”

She snickers. “Me, darling. Don’t complain. You manifested in my garden.”

“Anything ruined?”

“An entire bed of night lilies.”

He huffs. “I’m glad to hear it. I should visit far more destruction upon this wretched…” the room does a dizzying turn and his nausea intensifies.

“You can visit your destruction later. Right now, I need you to transform. Your skin is a bit…” she shrugs. “More difficult to manage as a devil. You need sutures.” He snaps his fingers. The shift is not as immediate as he’d like, and he has to screw his eyes shut against the latent exhaustion. Tav’s hand shifts, moving up to cup the back of his neck. “Easy, love. You’re alright. Could you stomach a healing drought?”

He nods. Tav presses the potion into his hand and returns to her work, leaning over him. There’s a part of him, separate from the pain and sickness, which catalogs the healthier warmth of her skin and the press of her against his thigh. Her scent is precisely as he remembered. Her hair…

Raphael frowns, reaching out to tweak one shorn strand. “You cut your hair.”

She smiles, stitching him back together with practiced ease. “Do you like it?”

“Not in the least.”

Tav laughs. It’s a far cry from the last time they were together. When the wretched thing had the gall to deny him; when she’d cut ties entirely and ended their mutually beneficial relationship. She’s so close. He could snuff out her miserable life and finally make good on…

“There.” She pats his stomach, pressing back on her heels. She doesn’t move away, he notes; her elbows remain on either of his thighs. She is such a little thing, his pretty mouse, even with her horrible new hair and a smattering of fresh wrinkles. She tips her head to the side. “You’ll have to rest a while. But you’ll live.”

“The House is compromised.”

Tav finally stands. She smooths his hair back, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Stay here then. We’ll make it work.”

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #asks #my fic #have some sweetness to make up for my earlier crimes #but honestly i think it would depend on the tav #if he fled to joi she'd immediately jump to committing warcrimes #because how dare anyone hurt her people #other tavs might be like who the heck is this guy why am i his emergency contact

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kacchanrawr · 1 year

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Hori scrapped the volume 30 draft to give us an even gayer version and I love it

No more Kacchan and the others, just Kacchan

#holy fuck im losing my shit tho #hori couldve kept everyone else like in the vol 30 draft #heck deku was also mad abt the other heroes being hurt in this arc #but we got only bkg in!! his!! arms!!#mha #bnha #my hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk

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crybaby-bkg · 11 months

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You’re laying against the pillows in your shared bed, reading a new book when Bakugou drags himself through the door. He doesn’t say much to your greeting, waves a hand when you go to stand up, and trudges into the bathroom with a promise to be out soon. The shower turns on in only a few minutes, and you wonder how you should approach him when he gets out.

Overbearing? Should you go in and wrap him up in a towel and dry him off and brush his teeth for him? Standoffish? Should you just turn off the light and lay down for the night? Playful?

Before you can ponder too much on the last option, he comes emerging from the bathroom, clad in only his boxers, still damp. He doesn’t say anything and climbs into bed, but turns his body so he lays horizontally until his head rests in your lap to look up at you. You smile at him gently, at his furrowed brows and pressed thin lips, and pat his cheek.

“What are you doing laying your big head in my lap?” You ask jokingly, smile dropping as quick as it appeared when Bakugou frowns deeper at your words. He goes to move from his position, and you have to push him back down a little forcefully by his chest and shoulders.

“Hey, I was just kidding. Why are you leaving?” You ask bemused, trying to smooth the harsh lines in his forehead with your fingertips. He doesn’t look at you anymore, but he also doesn’t move from his spot this time.

“Figured you didn’t want me around tonight.” He snaps a little more than he intends, and tries to ignore how your lip juts out a little. He folds his arms across his chest and tries to ignore how good your nails feel scratching against his scalp. You don’t say anything for a long while; instead, you just look at him. Touch him sweetly until his hard exterior melts and his frown softens and his eyes finally find your own face again. Only then do you smile at him, stroking his ear and his cheek and his nose until he sighs.

“How was your day?” You ask instead, mindful this time, cautious. And it’s like that was all Bakugou needed, as he feels his entire being deflate against you. The weight of his head and upper body is welcomed, and he feels just a bit safer in the comfort of your skin and warmth.

“Shit.” He answers simply and shakily. It makes your brows tilt up the slightest bit as your hands still on his face. He looks away from you again, and blinks rapidly. You grow quiet and let him turn in your arms until his face is buried in the softness of your stomach. Only then, does he release the weight of being the number two pro hero for the night. You don’t say anything when you hear a sniffle, but you rub his shoulders tenderly and he thinks that maybe, he’ll be alright.

#I just wanna be held and listened to and comforted </3 #I think I wanna write another draft I have #but my wrist hurts like heck #and my phone keeps overheating :p #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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surreal-duck · 1 year

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wanted to redraw their 7th anniversary homescreen before the next anni comes along o7

#duck scribbles #midori takamine #yuzuru fushimi #enstars #only now i noticed that their little accompanying logos r the mascot doodle in midori's autograph and a pen for yuzuru bc he likes drawing #thats fecking adorable what the heck #ensemble stars #midoyuzu #yuzumido #i dont play jp so i dont actually get to see it when playing myself but. it means everything to me #also you should totally zoom in to see random details i added. or not. up to you #this is actually a cropped ver the full thing is for a new phone wallpaper for myself whkjdsjkghkjdsg #i wouldve finished this yesterday if i didnt catch an absolutely horrid fever in the middle of my studio shift!!!#but rly this is the first time in a long while ive enjoyed working on smth so much its nice to be back into the swing of things #even if its a bit slow im!!! gonna like art again i hope #man my throat hurts and everythings cold and i think my head is getting warm again oops #feeling feverish on top of shark week Really sucks dang it #oh and another thing doing this has me considering making a mdyz zine sometime #just like. for myself maybe idk but it sounds like itd be somewhat fun #i already look through their tags on three different sites this one included on a regular basis only to see the same things most of the time #so why not!!!! new passion project why the hell not #highly doubt anyone would be particularly interested in that though LOL

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fernsnouveau · 6 months

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Feels like I only reblog criticism in this fandom these days, and that's not really what I wanted to do. The problem is, the unchallenged toxic messages and the Gabrielcore ideology of late-stage S5 were just so intertwined with the central events and... really everything that now defines post-S5 canon... that I often don't feel comfortable just browsing the fandom for fun stuff anymore because it's a minefield of That.

A lot of people in the fandom are significantly hostile towards those of us who were hurt by the canonized abuse apologia, too, as if we're just too stupid to understand [insert justification used by countless IRL abusers], or we're just being difficult and "salty" for the heck of it.

I kinda just wish that we might eventually get a sub-fandom that just divorced canon after it turned sour, and will focus on the earlier canon and divergence AUs that we actually enjoyed.

#idk why I didn't just abandon this fandom entirely #I still miss the stuff that I actually LIKED about this #yeah it was mediocre fanficcy dorkiness but it was FUN (sometimes with potential for decent emotional exploration!)#ml writing criticism #ml s5 criticism #ml critical #audience reactions #ml fandom criticism #seriously those of us who were hurt by the extremely prominentpro-abuse themes didn't just decide to turn negative-#-for the heck of it to rain on everyone else's parade.#it was mostly people who WANTED TO LIKE the show but then the show nuked too many things they COULD like.#'just turn your brain off and enjoy it!' enjoy what? it's... not enjoyable anymore?!#it's a pity. this show had a LOT of fandom potential. it was VERY blorbos in situations. I miss that.

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 3 months

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Okay, here are my current notes on the Markarth Incident. This is more of an evolution of thought rather than a final product, 'kay? 'kay. XOXO

4E 174 – The Empire recalls all Legions from the far corners of the Empire to participate in the final assault against the Aldmeri-held Imperial City. Every town and city not on the frontlines is left with a skeleton garrison.

The Reachmen of Western Skyrim chooses to capitalize on this movement. The Reachmen populate an area of Western Skyrim, Eastern High Rock, and Northern Hammerfell. Although they appear similar to the Bretons of High Rock, they are wholly distinct, worshipping gods completely detached from those of Breton culture. During the Second Era, they once ruled Cyrodiil as the Longhouse Emperors; in recent history, they have lived subject to other races, primarily the Nords, who rule much of the Reach. More often than not, Reachmen are second-class citizens, though very rarely have they received decent though not preferential treatment from a Nordic Jarl.

When the Empire recalls their Legions, the capital of the Reach, Markarth, is left functionally undefended. A Reachman leader, Madanach, takes this opportunity to seize the city and install a Reachmen government in place of the Nords. Madanach declares himself King of the Reach and succeeds the Reach from Skyrim. Contemporary Imperial documents show that Madanach sent emissaries to Emperor Titus Mede II in an attempt to have the Reach recognized as its own Imperial Province wholly separate from Skyrim. Titus Mede appeared to have taken this into serious consideration, though he was unable to give it his full attention as the Empire was planning their attack on the Imperial City.

Conflicting reports on the time frame of the Reachman takeover exist. Reports vary between the takeover beginning in Fourth Era 174 and 177 when the conflict was over. Contemporary Imperial and Forsworn documentation claim that Madanach’s rule was relatively stable, saying he was fair to the Nords, his people ousted from power, and allowed them to remain in the city so long as they recognized his government. It is said that live around Markarth continued in the same way as before, though under the Reachmen rather than the Nords. It may be important to note that Nord landholders who “mistreated” their Reachmen servants were put to death.

The Nordic perspective (as shared by Jarl Igmund in Fourth Era 201) claims that the Reachmen takeover was violent, leading to a chaotic period in which Nords were heavily discriminated against and no civil cooperation between races.

[Madanach’s version of events MAY be closer to the truth. N.B: During his rule, he seems willing to help a group of dissident Blades in exchange for a favor.]

The White-Gold Concordat is signed 11th of Sun’s Dusk, Fourth Era 175; Surviving veterans of the Battle of the Red Ring return to their homes, including large populations of Nordic legionnaires. Talos worship is outlawed. Talos temples are closed, though many continue to worship him in private. Ulfric Stormcloak takes offense to the banning of Talos worship, viewing it as a central aspect of Nord culture. His father, Hoag, the Jarl of Windhelm and Bear of Eastmarch, does not legalize Talos worship despite Ulfric’s religiosity. It may be that he wishes to avoid a conflict with the Empire. Jarl Hrolfdir of Markath, in exile by Madanach’s government, promises Ulfric and his supporters religious freedom should they take back the Reach from the Reachmen. This is in blatant disregard of the White-Gold Concordat.

Ulfric leads a militia across Skyrim to the Reach where they took back Markarth. A few Reachmen leaders were imprisoned, though others were killed, along with most of their warriors, though some were driven off into the surrounding wilds. The survivors in exile began to call themselves the Forsworn. They attack Nords and the Empire indiscriminately due to anger and feelings of betrayal.

Most of the Reachmen leaders are killed. However, allegedly at the request of the Silver-Blood family, Madanach is taken prisoner and held in the depths of Cidhna Mine. The Forsworn claim that the Nords, under Jarl Hrolfdir and Ulfric Stormcloak, took back the city through an excess of unnecessary violence, putting to death or imprisoning anyone who had even spoken to Madanach or said his name. It is also said that the family members of those who were deemed to be against the Nords’ rule were imprisoned or killed, even down to young children. Purported Imperial propaganda puts forth that Ulfric himself killed everyone in Markarth who would not join his cause.

It is true that there was bloodshed and death of innocents during the retaking of Markarth. The factuality of this claim can be traced to those Reachmen who survived the incident, sharing their experiences twenty-five years afterward.

Jarl Hrolfdir was assassinated during attempted peace talks with the Forsworn after the retaking of Markarth. It may be that the incident only grew violent after this point due to Nordic retaliation.

Why would Ulfric and Jarl Hrolfdir use that much unnecessary violence and brutality against the Reachmen if they intended to negotiate with them afterward?

Perhaps Igmund instigates the brunt of the violence against the Reachmen following his father’s death.

Jarl Hrolfdir was marked for death by the Dark Brotherhood. It is unknown who performed the Black Sacrament on the Jarl. It is possible someone from outside the conflict placed the contract on Jarl Hrolfdir’s head as a means of sewing chaos between the opposing sides (it could have been Igmund or Raerek [crack theory; maybe the brother was trying to Lion King his way into power and failed miserably? Or one of them opposed making peace with the Reachmen], or perhaps it was the Aldmeri Dominion?). Regardless, the Jarl’s death is the probable instigator for the deaths of many of the Reachman remaining in Markarth.

The Imperial Legion shows up not long after the city is retaken. They are seemingly thankful that Ulfric’s militia took back the Reach. When Ulfric lets them into the city, he asks that they recognize the free worship of Talos that Jarl Hrolfdir had legalized in the Reach; otherwise, the Legion would be fought off. The Imperial Legate (or general?) present at the time okays Ulfric’s request, effectively breaking the White-Gold Concordat. Again. Not long after, the Thalmor discovered this and took issue with this breach of treaty. They give the Empire an ultimatum: disband Talos worship in the Reach or prepare for the Great War to be renewed.

Ulfric and his followers are arrested and imprisoned by the Empire as Talos worship is again banned. The Empire must crack down on cases of Talos worship across the province. In consequence of the incident, the Thalmor gain access to Skyrim for their Justiciars through an Embassy. This is allegedly to enforce the terms of the White-Gold Concordat after it had been broken by the Nords in Fourth Era 176/7, but on an underground level, this allows the Thalmor to hunt, capture, and torture suspected Talos worshippers. The coming of the Thalmor Justiciars to Skyrim is technically a domino effect caused by Ulfric’s demand for free and open Talos worship.

Jarl Hrolfdir’s assassination happens during Ulfric and his supporters imprisonment. It may be possible that it was Ulfric OR one of his men who performed the Black Sacrament (though how could they do this while in an Imperial prison? Ulfric had to smuggle out his eulogy for his father’s funeral – what is the Imperial prison smuggling system like? Could any of them have had access to a dead body? Smuggled in or that of a fellow prisoner?). Whoever performed the Black Sacrament on Jarl Hrolfdir is the root cause for the retribution killings of the Reachmen. (Perhaps it was Thonar Silver-Blood?)

Ulfric is an uncooperative asset to the Thalmor, not because he ever cooperated with them in the first place, but because he is the (unintended) reason they have such a strong foothold in Skyrim now.

#yes I know the timeline is conflicted by different parties #but since tes lore is conflicting all the time i reserve to take what makes sense to me and run like oblivion #ulfric is at fault here not because he crazy killed people but because he was a stupid guy in his late 20s and he didn't get subtlety yet #i guess? also how long after his imprisonment/torture by the dominion was this? dude's head was HOT #kinda thought igmund would be the funny choice here but nah a silver blood makes more sense #everyone here is an idiot except hoag who had the good sense to NOT be a part of this #this is important now because leara is going to markarth in keeping count act ii and I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED HER TO MEET MADANACH #saw a thing comparing madanach to nerevar indoril as they both were the only ones to unite the warring tribes/clans/house of their people #i also need to take a crash course in reachmen and figure out what the HECK cael's deal is #neither cael nor the markarth incident were supposed to be in keeping count AND YET HERE WE ARE #gladly accept feedback and thoughts but also please don't hurt me lore is too messy and he said she said what even the crap to get mad abou #I didn't know you were keeping count #ulfric stormcloak #markarth incident #forsworn #the great war #the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #mod post #stuff like this is why I don't do lore posts #lore #meta #maybe? dunno ANYWAY #aldmeri dominion #madanach

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iloveacronix · 9 days

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Repost bc apparently my dumbass deleted the first post before taking a shower and I barely noticed. I stubbed my toe so hard against the kitchen counter that I dropped my plate with poptarts and cried on the floor for 3 minutes. I was trying to kick my cousin's soccer ball but missed and accidentally killed my foot's 2nd soldier. Someone help me it hurts💀💀

#It left a red mark on my 2nd toe wtf #I think I broke it bc it hurts like hek and its been over 30 minutes #Or maybe im just weak...#Anyway #Machia and cyrus if they were friends and Machia wasn't a commander anymore or smth #My og post had the whole description im gonna cry #Its abt my random machia redemption au where she becomes friends w Cyrus #And he forgives her(it takes a long time)#Was thinking about adding acronix in it #Bc I mean...#Why not?#Cyrus w Machia & Acronix??#Heck those 3 would be funny asf #Also i enjoy Acronix redemption arcs #And even better if the author includes krux in the redemption #Bc most of the time its just Nix and he goes with Cyrus #It actually took me a while to get into future but the fanarts got to me #And now here I am #Ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #lego ninjago fanart #ninjago acronix #ninjago fandom #Ninjago hands of time #Cyrus borg #Ninjago cyrus borg #Commander machia #Ninjago machia #Ninjago acronix

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avelera · 1 year

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Things that can be simultaneously true:

1 ) Codependency that would be unhealthy in real life can be really sexy and appealing in fic, and in romance stories in general, because those aren’t real life. We want to see the excesses of that emotion so we can feel it vicariously as far removed as we are as readers by the barrier of the written word. Writing characters who are obsessively in love is an effective tool in that regard even if they shouldn’t serve as educational models of an ideal relationship (whatever that is).

2 ) Some of what y’all are labeling as “unhealthily codependent” (even if it’s praise of a story where y’all find the codependency appealing as part of the story!)… isn’t unhealthily codependent?? Sometimes people do just spend a lot of time together when they love each other and make one another their priority? Oftentimes, that’s the person that people choose to marry (or equivalent) and the whole point of that decision and arrangement is you become one another’s priority???

Like I’m just gonna throw this out there as a litmus test for fandom to try out but maybe (when it’s adult characters involved) just ask “is this unhealthily, clinically codependent, like these people can’t psychologically function without the other, OR would they just be really sad without the other because they’re effectively married and they’ve made one another a priority and they could, in fact, after they’ve grieved pull themselves together and continue to function, even if it’s not instantaneous??”

#this is somewhat hampered by the fact I’m not sure even fandom knows what they mean when saying codependent #heck maybe I’m actually codependent on my partner!#and that’s why I don’t see it as a problem but I do also have my own life #I’m just puzzled sometimes by what gets labeled as codependent #when it’s like that’s just people in love who are also friends??#idk I’m sure someone could get pedantic about this #but like having a crisis because someone you treasure is hurt or missing #ISN’T codependent that’s just loving someone??#I’m assuming some of these people haven’t had a serious relationship before??#Maggie rambles #codependency in fanfic

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