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wh0re43van · 3 months

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Maneater- (Jimmy Darling X Reader)

Summary: it’s your first week at the freakshow as a sword swallower and fire eater. Almost everyone has taken an immediate liking to you, especially Jimmy. (Literally only wrote this because I want to deep throat Jimmy)

Warnings: smut, blowjob, kinda public

Word count: 2.3k

I sit on the edge of the wooden stage in the main tent as I clean my swords. the small amount of afternoon sun leaks in through the openings of the red and white canopy, bringing the blistering Florida heat with it. I absentmindedly wipe the sweat on my brow with the same rag I’m sanitizing the sleek metal with, then immediately break into a fit of coughs as the fumes from the rubbing alcohol choke me out.

‘This heat is melting my brain’ I think to myself as I catch my breath as best I can in the hot sticky air. You’d think as a fire breather I’d be used to it, but this August haze is brutal.

Being from New England originally, this suffocating humidity is a far cry from what I consider comfortable, but a gig is a gig. Elsa was more than pleased to hire me when I pulled up with a unique act and my own caravan last week. I’ve worked with a lot of carnies in my day, but the group here is truly one of a kind. Almost everyone took an immediate liking to me. Ethel did her best to make me my favorite dessert as a welcome gift, Desiree insisted on taking me shopping, and Eve has let me sleep in her caravan with her for the week since mine isn’t yet hooked up to electric or water.

“Not even a dog should have to sleep in this heat without a fan,” Eve insisted. All the women have quickly become my closest friends, except for-

“I hope you’re pleased with yourself,” Maggie’s shrill voice cuts through the thick air with ease as she stomps into the tent.

“What are you on about now?” I roll my eyes as I set my swords to the side, walking down the rickety wooden steps that creak under my weight.

Maggie has given me shit since the first time she saw Jimmy flirting with me, which was about 30 seconds after my arrival. Her and Jimmy seemed to have some sort of relationship which he assured was “purely casual”, but Maggie doesn’t seem to agree.

“You have Jimmy out there in this heat wave crawling around messing with your stupid trailer! He could have a heat stroke,” the ‘psychic’ scolds me. I step up to the mousy bitch, adjusting my bathing suit top and brushing the dust off my denim shorts.

“He volunteered to do that for me, so mind your own fucking business… Ya know, in all the carnivals I’ve worked at, I never met a medium that couldn’t take a fuckin hint,” I say lowly, glaring at her. Her face goes red with anger.

“I don’t see how Elsa could hire such an ill-mannered hussy. You surely aren’t doing any favors for the reputation of the show,” I can tell that she’s trying to remain composed, but her voice comes out a shrill whine.

“This hussy earned over 500 bucks in the first four days I was here,” I remind her, laughing at how stupid her attempt at a come back was. Maggie tilts her head and narrows her eyes.

“I’m surprised you even charge money for your act since you prance around here with your tits out shoving shit down your throat for free,” she small lady growls, motioning to my bathing suit top for emphasis.

‘Damn’ I’m a bit shocked by this statement and it shows on my face, but I scoff before pulling the corner of my mouth into a smirk.

“Why don’t we ask Jimmy-“ I begin, but I’m cut off by Jimmy himself.

“Ask me what?” he smiles as he takes a gulp of water out of the glass in his hand. The energy in the room immediately shift as both of us turn to look at him, plastering fake smiles on our faces as we adjust our outfits and hair.

“Ask you, uhm, how you always manage to get such a crowd when you work the carousel. It must be all the girls wanting a ride with you,” I let out a nervous giggle, nudging the bitch to my side. She nods and laughs unconvincingly. At least we can agree on how embarrassing it would for Jimmy to hear us bickering over him like schoolgirls. Luckily, he seems none the wiser to the cat fight that he just accidentally broke up.

Jimmy chuckles as he walks up to us, leaning against the base of the stage. I don’t make any effort to hide my lingering scan of his body. His worn-out blue jeans and white tank top that’s clinging to his toned chest with sweat is covered in the orange dust of Florida’s crust. The veins in his arms are prominent on his slick sun kissed skin that’s dotted with smears of what appear to be grease.

“You’d see me blushing if my face wasn’t sunburnt as all hell,” Jimmy flashes his dimples as he runs his conjoined fingers through his sweat drenched curls. “I’m glad you’re here Maggie, Elsa’s lookin’ for ya,” he informs the blonde. She seems to be happy just to get the smallest bit of attention from the boy.

“Oh, okay. Why don’t you come to my caravan in a little bit. I have a surprise for you,” she says to Jimmy, but her eyes are locked on me, unfortunately for her, Jimmy’s eyes are also locked on me.

“Uh sure Doll, go on now. Don’t leave Elsa waitin’,” the boy says, eyeing me up and down with a grin as he motions his head towards the exit. Maggie smirks at me as if this is some kind of feat before walking out of the tent.

“So,” I smile as I boost myself up on the stage, dangling my feet over the side. “What can I do for you?” I bat my lashes at the sweaty boy.

“I need your pretty hands for one last thing and then you should have electricity,” Jimmy hums, then motions to my swords on the stage. “But if you’re trying to rehearse,” he walks over to the first row of collapsible wooden chairs, taking a seat. “I’ll take my payment in the form of a private show” he leans back, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. I smile mischievously, standing up and grabbing the three dull swords.

“Well That’s not fair to you,” I tisk as the metal clanks in my hands in. “I’m not even in costume,” I smirk as I pace to the center of the stage.

“Oh trust me doll, this little number you have on right here compliments you just as well as that corset and stockings you dance around in,” he smirks as his drift from my legs to my face, earning a grin from me.

“Well I’m not gonna argue with that,” I laugh before clearing my throat, starting my monologue.

I tun through the first half of my 15 minute routine, Jimmys attention glued to me the entire time. He watches intently as I easily drop two swords down my esophagus, and twist them around before pulling them out one by one. My epiglottis burns as the metal slides through the small opening. I wipe the spit from my mouth, taking a bow as Jimmys applause bounces off the canvas walls.

“Thank You,” I giggle, my voice comes out a bit hoarse as I kneel down by my torches and lamp oil, then I notice I don’t have water to wet my rag. “Gentleman in the front row, could I borrow that glass of water,” I grin, using my ‘show voice’. He happily hops up, bring the glass to the stage. I crawl over to the edge, then sit up on my knees so that my face is even with his. “Thank you, sir,” I grin, holding Jimmys gaze as I take the cup from his hands, brushing my fingers over his.

“I’m honored to be involved in the act,” he breaths as he reaches out, running a thumb over my lip. I grin before licking a strip up the digit, making his eyes go wide.

“If You really want to be a special guest, come join me back stage,” I hum, leaning forward as I take his other hand in mine, tugging him a bit. Without a moments hesitation Jimmy hoists himself up on the stage and pulls me just behind the curtain before he crashes his lips into mine, pinning me to the wall

“You don’t know the things ya do to me, baby,” Jimmy pants against my lips as his hands grab at my body desperately. I giggle into the rough kiss and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” I hum as I reach between us, running my hand over his obvious errciton. Jimmy moans, bucking his hips towards the contact.

“Can ya blame me?” He chuckles lowly before moving his mouth to my neck, leaving wet kisses over my sweaty skin. “It ain’t often that I get attention from a dime like you,” he chuckles lowly against my skin as his large hands grab my ass.

“I guess todays your lucky day then,” I giggle as I turn Jimmy around, pushing his back into the wall. “I just want to thank you for working on my caravan for me,” I purr as I slowly drop down to my knees. His eyes watch intently as I pop open his belt buckle. Jimmy swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his mouth hangs agape.

“It’s my pleasure, honestly doll. You don’t have to do this-” Jimmy protests weakly as he wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead. His breath hitches when I abruptly yank his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his heavy cock springing out of its confines.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I smile before licking a strip from base to tip, Jimmy sighs at the contact. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” I bat my lashes at him as he looks down at me, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. “Plus id rather practice on you then those other swords anyway,” I smirk before taking him into my mouth.

He throws his head back, a low growl bubbling from his throat in satisfaction. Jimmy looks down at me with a slack jaw as he watches me take all of him in my throat until my nose is flush with the small patch of hair around his base. His hand finds its way to the back of my head as I begin bobbing up and down on him.

“Just like that, Doll… holy shit,” Jimmy hisses as his face contorts in pleasure. I giggle to myself as I wrap my arms around his legs, allowing him thrust into my face.

My knees dig into the unfinished wood of the stage- sure to leave splinters- as Jimmy violates my throat. His chest starts to heave as he finds his rhythm, filling the tent with low moans and my gagging.

I look at Jimmy through blurry, tear stained vision and I swear I could cum right now. His eyes are screwed shut as his mouth hangs open, letting out the unholiest of sounds I’ve ever heard. His strong arms, shiny with sweat, are flexed so hard that I can see veins popping out of them as he holds onto my hair like his life depends on it.

As Jimmy is lost in pleasure, completely oblivious to anything else around him, I hear shuffling in the side entrance of the tent. I’m about to pull away when I hear Maggie’s whiny voice.

“Jimmy are you still-“ she asks before she freezes, her face goes pale as her jaw drops. The boy doesn’t doesn’t even realize that he’s cutting her off when he moans,

“Jesus Christ baby, I’ve never seen someone look so pretty while gagging on cock,” his voice is breathy and low, but Maggie definitely heard because seconds later she shrieks before running out of the tent. “What was that?” Jimmy asks, slowing his hips, he looks down at me with glazed eyes, as if he’s in another dimension. I pull Away, gasping for breath as I take his slick cock into my hand, breaking the thick strings of spit.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” I giggle, still trying to catch my breath as I slide my hand over his length. “I just want you to cum in my mouth, okay? Can you do that for me?” I hum as I place his tip between my lips, licking lightly. Jimmys eyes flutter as he groans, watching me rub him over my lips.

“Jesus Christ,” is all he manages to groan before he’s thrusting back into my mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax. Jimmy is a cursing, sweaty mess as his cock twitches on my tongue before shooting his sticky release down my throat. I moan at the sensation as he pulls out, falling limp against the wall. “Come here,” he pants out, barely audible as he grabs me up off the floor, pulling me into a wet sloppy kiss. I grin against his lips as hands move to the buttons on my shorts.

“Uh uh,” i tisk as i slap his hands away. He looks at me confused. “This was my payment to you,” I smile as I fix my outfit.

“And Im more than grateful,” he chuckles as he pulls his pants back up. “But id like to return the favor, doll,” he smirks as he reaches out to try to pull my into his arm. I step the side before turning to leave.

“Oh you don’t have time Jimmy. I think Maggie’s looking for you,” I smirk before giving him a peck on the cheek. I can feel his gaze burning into my back I was down the rickety steps and out of the tent.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #jimmy darling smut #ahs cult #kai anderson #kit walker smut #ahs fandom #ahs hotel #ahs asylum #ahs murder house #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling

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sigritandtheelves · 1 year

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All Along, Like Fire

Part 1

R | 1.8k words | MSR, AU

Summary: What if Mulder had been married to Diana Fowley when Scully joined the X-Files?

A/N: I know this story has been told before—I’ve read at least one version of it. But I wanted to tell it myself and the motivation aligned with the idea, so here we are. I plan on two more parts, I think, unless this gets out of hand. Be gentle, I’m very rusty.

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1993

She really was looking forward to working with him. In that dank office overflowing with paper he had slides at the ready. He’d been waiting for her, rolled his sleeves like an arrogant schoolboy. He’d spent time thinking of a line to snare her or scare her.

In the glow of a projector bulb displaying the body of a dead Texan, she’d smiled at the challenge: hooked. And the crook of those lips revved his heart in return, in spite of himself, because he swore not to trust her. She was here to undo him, and he wouldn’t let that happen.

He wouldn’t.

And then, when she made herself vulnerable to him, against all his better judgment, he told her everything.

Like teenagers at a sleepover, in candlelight and to the sound of thunder, he spilled it all. He opened up his guts and poured them out in front of her.

The hook was in deep, but when he said the word wife, something in her wriggled like a worm.

She’d not known.

She felt different about coming into his room now, ashamed like she’d been in those moments just after her panic when she caught her breath and regained her composure and wrapped her robe around herself again. And the fact that this wife was FBI—had helped him find these very files, knew all of these deep secrets about him already—shook the still uncertain ground beneath her. The knowledge was like a splash of cold water, waking her up, reminding her: this was her job, only her job and not her whole life.

“She doesn’t work with you anymore?” Scully wondered if the Bureau had separated them because of the marriage.

Mulder swallowed and a look of discomfort crossed his face. “She transferred to an anti-terrorism unit about ten months ago. She spends a lot of time overseas.”

He told her no more, but the fact was that he hardly saw Diana these days. And he didn’t want that part of his life in the room with them now, not when they were onto something big. Not when a case hadn’t felt this right in years.

A phone call sent them off into the night again, and Scully tried to steel herself against what felt like a too-easy attachment to this boyish energy and earnest charm. Then cold rain in an Oregon cemetery brought a kind of euphoria that Dana Scully had never known. Her first case in the field and the excitement of unfolding a mystery—god, the elation of it—knocked her punchy, wired her like an electric fence. Was it like this for everyone? Was it always like this for him?

It wasn’t and it wasn’t. Mulder also tried to guard himself against this small, frizzy-haired creature who could belly-laugh beside an open grave, who wielded a scalpel like the sharp sword of justice. But if she wasn’t to be trusted, why did he want to tell her everything? Why did he feel the itch to call her just hours after they separated at the airport, to make sure she’d be in the office tomorrow morning so they could begin the hunt again?

They each tried to hold the other at arm’s length against the magnetic pull that yoked them ever closer. But in the end, that meant they were both still holding one another.

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It was months before Scully met Diana Fowley. The tall brunette breezed into the X-Files office one day like she owned it, while Scully herself was barely comfortable perched at the spare work table.

“Where’s Fox?”

Scully’s mouth fell open for a moment before she could speak, and the other woman eyed her up and down conspicuously.

“He’s—he’s requisitioning a car.” She swallowed. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Diana Fowley,” the woman said. “His wife.” She said this as if it should have been obvious, which maybe it should have been. Scully realized that there were no pictures of the woman anywhere in the office. Mulder rarely spoke of her.

“Oh.” There was an awkward pause before Scully stood up to shake the woman’s hand. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Dana Scully.”

Diana gave her a pained smile and a limp handshake. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Scully’s eyebrows went up at this. She crossed her arms, unsure what to say.

“Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Scully looked at her watch. “I don’t know, he left about twenty minutes ago—“

And just then Mulder came through the door waving the approved rental form and holding a set of keys in his other hand. “Took me some wheedling, but I got the Taurus with the good air conditioning.”

He stopped short when he saw Diana.

“Hello, Fox.” Her smile was smooth like satin. Slippery.

She’d said almost nothing to him, but he looked chastened, arms flopping to his sides. “Diana,” he said like some wind had been knocked out of him. “You’re back.”

“Just this morning,” she said. “Can we talk for a minute?”

He nodded, and they stepped out into the hallway, closed the door behind them. Scully heard escalating voices, muffled through the closed door, but harried nonetheless. She concentrated on their paperwork and tried her best to withhold any judgment of Diana Fowley.

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It was easy, at first, for Mulder to compartmentalize the passion he felt for his work, the strained affection he felt for Diana, and the simple pleasure of his growing friendship with Scully. Each had its place in his life and seemed not to rub too much against the others.

“I don’t think she likes me much,” Scully mused one day over a chicken Caesar. Her tone was casual, but it hung over a small stormcloud of anxiety.

“Who, Diana?” He was slurping a Cup-O-Noodles, unevenly heated in the basement microwave.

Scully gave him a look and turned back to her expense report.

Mulder cleared his throat. “She doesn’t know you,” he said, a half-truth to cover his own suspicion that Scully was right. Diana had made a few passing comments about his new partner, none of them pleasant.

Scully made a small sound in the back of her throat and left it at that.

Three days later they were isolated at the edge of the world, facing down death on the Icy Cape. They held loaded guns at each other, yet Mulder had never felt more fiercely protective of a partner. He was afraid for himself, but terrified for her. In the bald overhead light in a storeroom, he placed his warm palm over her neck and felt her shiver. She was small and fierce and painfully good.

He might die for her, he realized, and willingly. He wondered what that meant.

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1994

The thing was, Diana was cagey about her work but eager to hear about his—if dismissive and cutting every time he mentioned Scully. She blew back into town a few times a month, fucked him so hard he thought his ears would bleed, and then stroked his back while he told her everything he’d been doing: every case, every lead.

“What about you?” he’d ask.

“Nothing exciting. Nothing I can talk about, really,” she’d say—or some equally vague non-answer.

“I miss you,” he’d tell her. “Can you stay longer?”

She’d give him a sad chuckle. “I wish I could. Only until Tuesday.” Or Sunday or Friday or whichever day gave them barely a few hours together.

“I love you,” she’d reassure.

“I love you, too,” he’d confirm.

Mulder held on to hope that this was just a phase, a rough patch.

Diana didn’t visit him in the hospital after he was shot. Instead Scully was there every day, hovering and checking his chart, asking him to lift the blanket so she could check the bandage and feeling his forehead, fingers lingering a bit too long. She carried his bags in the airport and drove him home to an empty apartment.

“Fox, I’m so sorry,” Diana said when she finally saw him again. He was hobbling on crutches and she held wine and his favorite takeout.

“It’s okay,” he said.

And it was, for a while—until everything came crashing down around them. Until they closed the X-Files and sent Scully away from him and he felt like he’d been ripped in half.

Late one night when Diana was home for once, he heard her on the phone: “He’s withdrawing. He’s losing interest.”

Mulder sat up in bed, rustling the covers more than he’d intended.

Diana’s voice fell. “Yes. … Yes. … I have to go,” and then the sound of the phone settled back in its cradle.

Who? he wanted to ask, but he was tired. So tired of everything. It wasn’t worth it to fight. He slept.

—

Mulder was off course and she was just so worried and she really truly never intended for this to happen. She would hate herself for it soon—already did, or would, if it didn’t feel so absolutely right.

His tongue was in her mouth and they were both wet from the hotel shower, the humidity, flying high on the thrill of escaping death again together. They’d made it all the way to Savannah in the rental she’d left in Miami before they pulled into a motel. One room was enough—with two beds, they thought they’d be fine.

They were, until she saw him dripping and alive, the light back in his eyes, and she’d reached to cup his stubbled jaw.

“You’re here,” she told him. “You’re back.”

“You brought me back,” he said, and then his lips fell to hers. She didn’t resist; the thought never crossed her mind.

Now he was hilt deep against her pelvis and her knees were in the air and even though she swore, swore, she’d never do this again, she wouldn’t let him stop because Jesus fuck it was so good, he was so good.

“Mulder, oh…” and then just whimpers because his lips were on her neck and one hand was palming her cheek like she was fragile porcelain.

“I’m sorry I ignored you. I’m sorry. You’re everything, Scully.”

She couldn’t think enough to make sense of what those words might mean, so she turned his head with her hands and kissed him again, kissed him quiet.

She knew she couldn’t have him, not really, but she followed him off the cliff anyway. She would save regret for Washington, where they’d both swear never again, no matter how good it had been.

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Late at night in the apartment, and this time Mulder didn’t hear the hushed phone call—a tragic missed opportunity for the truth.

“He’ll never stop while he has her,” Diana whispered fiercely. A hot wave of jealousy lived beneath those words. “Take her out.”

And two weeks later, Scully was gone.

~ end part 1 ~

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#a thing i wrote #all along like fire #season 1 au #txf #msr

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epic-arc · 1 year

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RWBY BUT ITS RANDOM TIKTOKS AUDIOS! PART 1

Team rwby and jnrp would be fighting a bunch of grimms until nora would grab an electric grenade and pull the pin and jump in the middle of the grimms killing them and she would be standing there kind of dizzy and everyone would be confused and worried.

Weiss: How are you not dead ?!

Nora: I HAVE NO IDEA BUT THIS WAS AWESOME!

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Both team would be having coffee together and yang would show a kinda sad but funny video and most of the group would have some tears on their face or sad expression

Jaune: Hmm i guess i'm just too tough to cry..

Pyrrha: Yesterday you were crying about snakes.

Jaune: They dont have any arms!

Pyrrha would giggle and pat jaune's head.

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Jaune and cinder would be fighting and jaune points croceas mors to cinder with an expression of hate on his face and she would look at him with mild curiosity.

Jaune: For your information Cinder I have never hated anyone before this day but you I hate you!

Cinder: Do you really hate me...?

Cinder would hear this and sit by a broken pillar and sit with her hands over her face crying and jaune would just stare at it confused.

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Ruby: Mental health? Zero.

Jaune: Am i okay? No.

Ruby: Will i be okay tomorrow? probably not.

Jaune and ruby: Hotel? Trivago.

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Cinder and neo were in front of a building on fire and everything was destroyed and emerald runs and looks at the two with an expression of anger and confusion

Emerald: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?!

Cinder : Probably because i'm a sociopath with a long history of violence.

Emerald: Oh..

Cinder: I don't understand how you keep forgetting that

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Negative Weiss would be holding pyrrha hostage and jaune pointed his sword in her direction and would look at jaune with a sadistic smile.

(N) Weiss: You'll never have her!

Jaune: And why is that ?!

(N) Weiss: beacause i love you.

Jaune would be slightly blushing and confused and pyrrha would look at weiss negatively with a hateful expression.

Pyrrha: Girl if you don't-

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#rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby incorrect quotes #jaune arc #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #blake belladona #yang xiao long #arkos #white knight #cinder fall #arcfall #neopolitan #ruby rose #emerald sustrai #lancaster

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cordycepsbian · 1 year

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a bunch of mostly unrelated bug fables headcanons

becaudse we keep Thinking while trying to sleep

the ancient crown does not have inherent mind controlling abilities, all it does is amplify the abilities that its wearer already has. in hoaxe's case, along with his fire magic, it boosted his species' mimicry from "make everyone think you're a wasp" to "make everyone think you're the king of the wasps"

zasp comes from a mixed hive of different paper wasp species in the attic/rafters of the giant's lair, which had access to a lot of giant devices that required electricity. his old job in his hive was using his electric magic to power these devices and he left both because of the danger and he was tired of being a battery

vi thinks of "violet" as a sort of Special Sister Name that only jaune is allowed to call her, hence why jaune is the only bug to ever mention it. if anyone else called vi that she would either not respond or try to fight them, or both

ants, bees, wasps, termites, mantis, and roaches all have thumbs but everybody else has just two fingers. this is just more of an art style thing though

zombugs need to eat more than regular bugs or else the fungus will start to eat more of the host body to get its Nutrience. since leif was sort of preserved by the spiderweb and has more access to food, their body is still mostly intact, but the rest of them are more mushroomy because they can't get as much to eat

spiders are awakened, but their social structure and general life is very, very different from bugs, and they just don't care enough to think of bugs as anything other than food. the one spider in the forsaken lands is only an outlier in letting a termite teach her to write, all the others are just as intelligent but show it way differently

the hologram roach in the cave of trials is sapient and is mostly putting on a Customer Service Voice for everyone who uses the training program. when the crystal that turns the program on is removed the hologram is basically asleep, but when it's awake it can hold conversations and entertain itself with the data it stores

before becoming an explorer, leif practically lived at the ant kingdom's theater. they were a cast member of some of the first shows ever put on there and that's how they met muse! in the present day they still like to come back and help with productions when they have the time

jayde is a hornet, not a yellowjacket, and she and fuff are close siblings even though they're different species of hornet (some of the yellowjackets are different species too, there's both the common and aerial kinds in the hive)

yin chews on Everything. she's like the very hungry caterpillar if it continued to be very hungry after growing up. she will put anything in her mouth: crayons. sand. maki's sword. most of the time she chews on her own neck fluff

#this got super long we're not making it shorter #look at our headcanons boy #some of these aren't even headcanons they are just the things we know to be true #bug fables #bug fables spoilers

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The Divine Insignia: Invisible Threads

Word count: 900+

Prince Yunho x Tactician Reader

Warnings: War, major character death, angst, more to be added with updates...

Hi guys, here's a preview for a new fic I am going to be writing. It's going to be pretty plot heavy and multi-chaptered, so this is probably going to be a project I'll be working on for a while. If anyone is interested I'd be happy to start a tag list, just drop me an inbox to let me know. Anyways, I'm really excited to be starting this and I will also be working on other fics as well as school and work on top of this so please be patient with me! I hope you guys like it and look forward to the first part probably out soonish... Thanks for reading! -Moon

“Up there!” Yunho shouts, directing your attention away from the body of the enemy you just took out, over towards Mrithun just a few yards away. Even with most of his army taken down and now outnumbered, he looks confident as he prepares his next move atop the crumbling platform he stands intimidatingly at.

“You fool! Die!” He roars as he takes out a few of your reinforcements easily with his dark magic crackling through the air.

“This is it! Our final battle!” Yunho declares as he joins you at your side panting with the exertion of his efforts. “You’re one of us, Y/N, and no ‘destiny’ can change that. Now let’s kill this dastard and be done with it!” He flashes a reassuring grin, the sweat dripping down his brow and off his chin leaving a trail through the grime of battle that had collected on his face.

Your ears are ringing with the sounds of battle and swords clashing just outside the fortress walls as your heart pumps quickly pushing the adrenaline through your veins. Something about this moment seems so surreal, is this really going to be the end of your efforts through this war? You’re snapped out of your trance as Yunho effortlessly takes down another enemy with his falchion.

“Y/N, we have to get closer. Let’s move!” He commands, his voice motivating your hesitant legs to start up again. “Keep going, I’m right behind you!” He assured you as you approached Mrithun, clashing with another enemy reinforcement that tried to sneak up on you.

Mrithun cackles darkly, conserving his energy for his next spell as he watches your valiant efforts. “Why do you resist fate?” He taunts, his words hammering in your chest.

Another body falls, twitching with the crackle of electricity from the spell you cast upon them on your trek towards Mrithun. “Good, he’s almost within reach. Let’s move in and strike!” Yunho praises before taking action, dashing closer to the enemy.

You take a shaky breath taking a few strides closer before releasing Thunder upon Mrithun, just narrowly dodging his own crackle of magic heading your way. He winces as the blow just barely hits, the painful magic coursing through his veins as Yunho attempts to take a swing at him. “Gya ha ha! Fools! Struggle all you want! You can’t unwrite what is already written!” He boasts, but despite his words his frame is swaying with fragility from your magic.

Your eyes lock with Yunho’s, sparking with the fire of justice coursing through him. You send out another attack, the fire igniting in your hands and singing Mrithun’s skin as it lands. Yunho takes the opportunity to stab at him again as you dash in, unsheathing your own sword to help land the final blow. Just like that, with a swish of a sword and the crackling of magic in the air, Mrithun has finally fallen. The essence of his soul slowly started to diminish from this plane of existence and the tension of battle is dissipating.

“This isn’t over…” Mrithun grits out, your instincts on high alert at the sound of his struggle. “Damn you both!” In an instant you are pushing Yunho away from the blast of magic Mrithun let out in his last efforts, taking the blow selflessly as his life finally fades from his eyes.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Yunho quickly regains his footing and comes to your side to support you as the magic courses through your veins. Your heart pounds and ears ring as you look up at Yunho, a relieved smile slowly stretching across his face. “That’s the end of him.”

You’re just able to make out his words through the loud ringing in your ears as the pain of the magic slowly makes its way through you. “Thanks to you we carried the day. We can rest easy now. At long last…” Yunho trails off as he notices you clenching your shaking fists as your head throbs excruciatingly. “...What’s wrong?” He asks, a look of concern etching over his features.

You didn’t know what was wrong. You’ve been able to body much more powerful attacks than Mrithun’s last effort in past battles, but it felt like every nerve in your body was in a battle for control. Your body strains against the magic taking hold of your every being, trying to resist the feeling of it crackling in your palms again. The worry etched in Yunho’s gaze makes your heart pound with fear. “Hey, hang on-”

Just like before, it all happened in an instant. The world around you seems to grow deafeningly silent as you process agony that mixes with the loving concern on Yunho’s face. You both look down, taking in the sight of the bolt of lightning magic you speared through his abdomen. The bolt of magic flickers as your hands shake and eyes well up with tears before ebbing away. Your heart feels like it's going to explode, grief and guilt and confusion all ramming into you at once overwhelming your senses as hot tears stream down your face in an unstoppable waterfall.

“This is not your… not your fault.” Yunho staggers weakly, his knees buckling as you try your best to support his frame. You shake your head wildly, your heart aching as you feel the dark magic finally subside. “Promise me… you’ll escape from this place…” Your sobs wrack through your body, processing Yunho’s last request amongst the clatter of battle just outside.

“Please, go…”

#ateez #ateez fantasy au #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #yunho fanfic #yunho x reader #jeong yunho #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #yunho fics

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I made a hypothetical roster for a Percy Jackson Fighting game

Info Dumping about specific ideas under the cut (beware of spoilers):

Also, the order of the characters is spoilery, sorry.

General Concepts:

Takes story place at a tournament at Camp Jupiter’s coliseum

The Super meter leads to a character calling upon the blessing of a god (or other powerful figure). Usually their parents, with a few exceptions. I think there’d be an in-universe rule that that fighter would need to prove their skill before they’d get their godly blessing.

The character designs would be based off of the illustrations for the books. I could see the characters getting costumes based on their show counterparts. But I don’t think Rick Riordan would want costumes based on the movie versions

Base Roster:

Percy Jackson: the accessible protagonist. Standard sword attacks. Some water based ability. Supper is the blessing of Poseidon, which stars with a tidal wave to knock enemies off balance, and then gives his moves more water based properties and boosted damage.

Annabeth Chase: maybe her invisibility cap could be a counter. Even though she lost her dagger, I think I’ll still give her one, making her a fighter who needs to strategically sneak around to find opponent’s openings. I think she could also use her Drakon bone sword. Maybe a bit of a stance fighter, to add to the strategy? Super is the blessing of Athena, which slows down the enemy, making it easier to plan against them

Grover Underwood: He uses nature magic, so he’d be more of a zoner. Maybe some kicking attacks too, considering the goat legs His super is the blessing of Pan, which leads his opponents Panics, thus debuffed and hard to control for a bit.

Tyson: A grappler, I could see him also having some club attacks. I’m already doubling up on Blessings unfortunately. I think his Poseidon blessing could put more focus on the Earthshaker aspect, while Percy’s would be more water based. As for why Poseidon would pick favorites if her and Percy fought…eh, gameplay and story segregation

Clarisse La Rue: A rushdown character. Different attacks use different weapons, with her electric spearbeing her default. . Her blessing would be Ares, giving her a huge attack and speed buffs

Thalia Grace: A zoner, using her arrows and her lighting spear to attack from a long range. Her Shield can reduce damage to those who do manage to get in close. I was debating whether to give her the blessing of Zeus or Artemis…but then I discovered she’d be the only child of Zeus on the base roster. It’d give longer range on lighting attacks

Nico di Angelo: A puppet fighter who uses zombies and skeletons to attack. He can also get behind opponents with shadow travel. He gets the blessing of Hades, leading to more puppets on screen at once

Rachel Elizabeth Dare: My self indulgent weird pick. I could see her using everyday objects to fight (like the hairbrush she hit Kronos with once). She’d deal low damage and have lower HP, but because of her powers and divine protection as the Oracle, and her divine protection she’d be decently evasive. Her blessing would be the Oracle of Delphi, which would make her future sight so advanced she can’t be hit when it activates. So she’d be the weakest character until she gets the blessing, and then becomes OP while it’s active.

My memories of Heroes of Olympus is a bit fuzzier, so I’ll do my best here

Piper McLean: A short ranged character who fights with a dagger. She can also debuff and stun opponents with Charmspeak. The Blessing of Aphrodite makes these effects even more devastating.

Leo Valdez: He attacks with both metaphorical and literal firepower. Always summoning some new tool or contraption, and always setting up some new trap on the stage. With the Blessing of Hephaestus, He fights with red hot weaponry His tools deal even more damage, and gain a fire effect. I could also see it summoning a mini replica of Festus

Frank Zhang: A stance fighter. By default he uses bows and arrows, but he can shift to being a shapeshifter. He can start a combo as one and end as the other. With the Blessing of Mars, he also becomes stronger and faster. Unlike Poseidon, I think it makes more sense for Ares to play favorites

Hazel Levesque: Would it be practical to have her ride a horse? She’d also have a lot of earth based abilities, and I could see her using gems and projectiles. I could see her also using shadow travel With the Blessing of Pluto, gems sprout to the ground doing damage to her opponent.

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano: She has a spear that can shift into a sword, as well as a dagger, so I can see another stance fighter. With the Aegis Cloak, she can be very tanky. The belling of Bellona will boost her attack and speed, but lower some of that tough defense. (Maybe she lets go of the cloak to focus more on offense)

I never read Trials of Apollo, so I’m relying on the wiki for ideas

Will Solace: Another archer. He also can use light based attacks. He’s more of a healer, so now I’m wondering if the game should be team based. But I’m not sure there’s enough characters to support that

Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos: The Sun god himself. I think he’d turn himself mortal gain to give the others a fighting chance, but would access his god powers for his super meter. He’d have light abilities, archery, and some sword attacks at closer range. The gift of prophecy could give him some good counters

Meg McCaffrey: Probably a zoner with plant based abilities. They’d intensify with the Blessing of Demeter.

Lavinia Asimov: Slow, heavy attacks with her Manubalista. But she’d mainly rely on her dancing abilities to fight. With the Blessing of Terpsichore, she can move faster and combo easier

Lityerses: A hard hitting rushdown character. He’s never shown plant abilities, so I think the blessing of Demeter would just heal him a bit

Bosses: (I’ll make them unlockable. I don’t like characters in the game you have to buy)

Main Boss: Ares (For now anyway). Obviously the god of war would want to get involved in a tournament. I admit it’s a bit questionable, seeing how Percy beat him when he was 12, but it’d probably be a lot harder to actually beat him over just getting 1st blood. He would be a big damage, unga bunga character, and when he activates his super meter, he’d take off his glasses revealed his eyes of fire, and get even tougher

There’s the question why Ares would boost Clarisse and Frank when he’s trying to win. Uh, gameplay and story segregation. Or maybe he wants to fight them at their best to prove his strength.

Secret Dream Match: (Do well enough, and you get a non-canon super though bonus boss fight against)

Luke Castellan: A strong, ruthless swordsman. He’d hit fast, hit hard, and have a very useful counter. Instead of his parent, his blessing will be from Kronos, which swaps Backbiter with Kronos’s scythe, and boosts his power. In the final round against him, he’ll permanently be in blessing mode, completely possessed by Kronos, just like in the Last Olympian. I just think it’s fitting for the final boss to be the same as the original series.

DLC Season 1 (Dead characters) (SPOILERS)

Jason Grace: I learned he died because of unfortunate wiki walking. He’d be a stance fighter with Juno’s Gladius switching from sword to spear. He’d have eclectic and wind abilities as well to provide range. The Blessing of Jupiter would be a straightforward attack buff, but I could see a thunderstorm being summoned as well.

Charles Beckendorf: A similar playstyle as Leo, but slower and heavier, and without fire. The blessing of Hephaestus would extend the size and range of his attacks and traps

Silena Beauregard: A similar move set to Piper, but with a more medium range since she uses a sword

Zoe Nightshade: An zoner with hero bow. Would get the blessing of Artemis, improving her range and giving her attacks a homing element.

Bianca Di Angelo: Another zoner, with the ability to summon the occasional zombie. She’d gain an every powerful puppet with the Blessing of Hades. This is an interesting case, since she never knew her father.

Daedalus/Quintus: Another Swordmaster. Maybe some technology. And Mrs. O’ Leary as an assist DLC season 2 (Crossover characters)

Carter Kane: He’d fight with a Khopesh, which would temporarily disarm the appointment if you strike at the right time. He can also turn into a falcon, and temporary turn his opponents into creatures. He’d have some long ranged spells as well. His blessing would tap into his power as the avatar of Horas, boosting his physical abilities

Sadie Kane: A long ranged magic user. She’d fight with a staff and wand. Her blessing would tap into the power as the Avatar of Isis to boost her speed and range.

Magnus Chase: A puppet fighter, with Jack as the puppet. He could provide buffs and healing to himself. Another argument for having a team mechanic, since he excelled at healing and boosting others. The Blessing of Frey would provide healing and an omniboost

Alex Fierro: A rushdown shapeshifter. She could turn into various animals, and even into other fighters. She’d also have a Garrote Wire for some neutral tracks. The “blessing” of Loki would cause her to randomly transform her into another character for a brief amount of time, as well as mess up the controls of her opponent.I’d cause chaos for both size, which I think is fitting for Loki

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #the kane chronicles #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #magnus chase #the trials of apollo

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zhongrin · 3 months

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ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ: ᴏᴄ

꧁𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

ʙᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ ⟡ ɪɴ-ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ① ⟡ ɪɴ-ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ②

Disclaimer: I'm not a meta player so these numbers or effects may be fucked up. Please take it in all good fun 🙏🏻

ー༄ Special Dish:

“Absolutely Normal Hot Chocolate.”

Type: Recovery Dishes

Ingredients: Cocoa powder x2, Milk x1, Spice x1

Effect: Restores 18~22% of Max HP to the selected character and regenerates 300~470 HP every 5s for 30s.

Description: Coviello’s specialty. Indulgent blend of cocoa and steaming hot milk, along with a dollop of condensed milk and a dash of cinnamon, with marshmallows to stir in or nibble on the side. It’ll warm up your body from the inside. Disclaimer: this version has no god’s remains inside.

ー༄ Favorite food:

“Venison Stew”

Type: Recovery Dishes

Ingredients: Raw meat x2, Fire-Water x1, Pepper x1

Effect: Restores 26~30% of Max HP to the selected character and regenerates 450~790 HP every 5s for the next 30s.

Description: A simple but hearty meal made of freshly hunted game. Since the Fire-Water is poured in the later process of the cooking, the alcohol should warm anyone up quite nicely. A perfect dinner to have in a cold winter night.

ー༄ Signature Weapon:

🗡 Frozen Flame

Weapon Type: Sword

2nd Stat Type: Elemental Mastery

Rating: ★★★★★

Description: An icy blue sword with glowing red ‘veins’ along its blade. Forged by the cold frozen lake of Snezhnaya's endless winters and the eternal fire of Natlan, it seems to be especially receptive to certain elements.

Refinement Rank 1: Lux Aut Umbra

Upon hitting enemies affected by Hydro: Refreshes any existing Nota stacks and gains one Umbra Nota, which increases ATK to all party members by 18% for 10s. Max 3 stacks. The next two Umbra Nota can only be gained if wielder is off-field. When the wielder has 3 stacks, active character’s ATK SPD will be increased by 6%.

Upon hitting enemies affected with Cryo or Pyro: Refreshes any existing Nota stacks and gains Lux Nota, which increases the wielder’s Normal Attack DMG by 100%. This effect will disappear after 42 DMG instances or 18s.

A/N ⟡ Kit Concept: Mainly a weapon to better enhance Coviello's versatile playstyle. e.g. as support/sub-DPS, you'd focus on gaining Umbra Nota and making sure they go off-field, while as a main/sub-DPS, you'd focus on gaining Lux Nota (which can easily be done using their Elemental Burst).

ー༄ Active Skills:

Normal Attack: Advancing in Caution

Normal Attack: Performs up to 5 rapid strikes.

Charged Attack: Consumes a certain amount of stamina to quickly step back and either 1) fires a pistol or 2) throws a dagger. Both instances deal Physical DMG.

Plunging Attack: Plunges from mid-air to strike the ground below, damaging opponents along the path and dealing AoE DMG upon impact.

Elemental Skill: Frostbite

Duration: 12s ⟡ CD: 20s

Cryo DMG: (Base level) 120% ATK + 140% Elemental Mastery

Applies a circular Cryo field which deals continuous Cryo DMG every 2s.

“Why do I wear thick clothes and layers if the cold doesn’t bother me?”

“….... You know I’m still human, right? Or was that a roundabout way of you saying that you want me to die?”

Elemental Burst: Ice Burn

Duration: 18s ⟡ CD: 32s

Enhanced Normal Attack DMG: (Base level) 120% ATK + 250% Elemental Mastery

HP Drain: 5% Max HP per second

Coviello activates their delusion and alternates between Cryo and Pyro DMG between attacks, causing continuous Melt reaction. This will convert their Normal Attack: Advancing in Caution’s Physical DMG into Elemental DMG.

While they’re in this state, their HP will continuously be drained.

“Do you know what severe frostbite feels like? It feels tingly at first, like sparks of electricity. Then, it starts to burn and swell, before you lose all feelings in that particular area... Heh. Ironic, isn’t it? How can cold ice feel like it’s burning your skin?”

“....... I suppose it's something you might not be able to wrap your head around unless you've experienced it yourself.”

A/N ⟡ Kit Concept: Great off-field support/sub-DPS for Hydro-wielding characters (specifically Childe), but turns into main/sub-DPS after their Elemental Burst is unleashed (which could also be a good support for Childe as you wait for his Elemental Skill cooldown). Also I imagine if RNG blesses Cov to fire a pistol as a charged attack, in-game Meirin would go "That's my child ;w;" /silly

ー༄ Passive Skills:

Thermoregulatory: Party is immune to cold weather effects.

Avalanche (be upon ye): If the deployed party is entirely composed of Hydro and Cryo characters, including Coviello, opponents affected by Cryo will have their Cryo RES decreased by 10% for 12s.

Legal Hunting: Gains 25% more rewards when dispatched on a Snezhnaya Expedition for 20 hours.

ー༄ Constellations:

C1: Frostnip

Increases the Level of Frostbite by 3. Maximum upgrade level is 15.

C2: Impermafrost ★

Active characters within Cryo field generated by Frostbite are immune to Frozen even when Wet (other elemental reactions with Hydro will still apply).

C3: Permafrost ★

If the opponent is Frozen, increase Frostbite’s Cryo DMG to 1.5x of the current multiplier value for Coviello’s Elemental Mastery.

C4: Hypothermia

Increases the Level of Normal Attack: Advancing in Caution by 3. Maximum upgrade level is 15.

C5: Blizzard

Increases the Level of Ice Burn by 3. Maximum upgrade level is 15.

C6: Gangrene ★

Increases Ice Burn’s Enhanced Normal Attack DMG to 1.5x of the current multiplier value for Coviello’s Elemental Mastery and reduce HP Drain to 4% Max HP per second.

A/N ⟡ Concept: C1-C3 enhances their support/sub-DPS capability, but C4-C6 evolves them into a decent DPS.

ー༄ Idle Animations:

Crosses arms and watches the snow falling.

Sees a duckling on the ground. Crouches to pet it for a few seconds before standing back up.

#rin's adopted children: coviello #rin's character references #rin's queue is serving tea #i wanted to draw some of these but.... hmmm..... might update this again later when i have more time hehe

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3615rose · 1 year

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A long recovery (Lu Four x Reader)

Tw : PTSD, past abuse from reader, reader is afab, and canon typical violence

You sat outside of the ranch for another sleepless night. Those were reoccurring more frequently these days, feeling back everything you his behind the walls you created.

Did you talk about this to the chain ? No. They all defeated a greater evil either being Ganon, shadow images of themselves or black magician, so being traumatized by its own mother is kind of weak.

With them, you forget most of your problems, and at the ranch, you would talk about aliens with Malon for eight hours straight if no one interrupted you. But there were those times where you felt on your own, against your own demon that you can't even defeat.

You aren't a knight in shining armor, or a blacksmith speaking in tongues, you're just a lost girl that nine guys kept along. Why though ? You weren't good in combat, just to make potion and healing, cleaning wounds before any fairies or potions.

At least you felt normal with Malon. You would both laugh at the cows that roamed at night in the farm, talking about books, different places you saw, how she loved Time too.

Drops of rain made you realize you were still outside, and the shining stars were hiding behind a large cloud, filled with electricity. You sighed again, leaving your mind wander.

With every drop, you relived each hit you mother put on you, with each roar of the distant storm, you heard her insult you. The hands would clasps around your neck until you were dizzy, your nose was broken more than enough to make you wake up from not breathing at night.

You hated sleeping since then.

So you were outside, and when your brain would calm down, the soothing melody of raindrops against the cows barn calmed you.

"Where the fuck are you ?"

You recognized that voice. One of the Link, Four to be precise. He was one of the guys that cursed the most too.

"Here. I am enjoying the rain."

With a korok leave he approached you, you were literally soaked in rain from head to toes.

"Are you fucking crazy ? You're trying for being sick the quickest ? Get back inside."

He was cute when he was angry, you always liked him, like a big brother that forgot to grow in size. But he was powerful when working on a sword, smithing like you never saw.

Now that you think of it, you liked being with him, the nice cut grass smell that lingered on his clothes, his expressive face with a big goofy smile when he was happy. You liked when he hugged you for the first time, you were panicked after cutting a bokoblin head. You liked it when he gifted you a small fairy he made with scrap metal.

For now, he was holding your wrist, putting you inside his workshop where the fire of the force felt nice on you.

"I'm gonna get your pyj and some towels, they're on the bed right ? Try to warm up during waiting."

He wasn't angry weirdly, more concerned. You knew it as he was the type to go nuts for the smallest thing, but here, he wasn't.

You looked at the flames, twirling in the oven, like a fragile ballet. Then it hits you again.

She's back, you weren't good enough so you had to put more wood in the fireplace, you burnt yourself, but no, it needed more. To be a grownup you needed to suffer. It was her words. Her shadowy figure taking your hand and putting it directly in the flames.

"Woohoo, are you with me ?"

Four was back with some towels and your nightgown. He was too nice.

"Yeah, excuse me... I was thinking."

You grabbed the first towel to dry the hair.

"Looks more like someone is having past events that haunts them"

You looked at him dead in his eyes. His wonderful blue eyes.

"And ? I didn't fight evil like you, it's only kids stuff."

He took a chair from across the room to bring it in front of you.

"Everyone have their inner demons. You can fight evil a thousand time, it won't change what you felt at this time and it won't help to bottle it up until it explode."

You ruffled your hair a little in the towel before putting it on the empty table next to you. It wasn't the cleanest place but it would do.

"All Smithy, that's the nicest thing someone said to me for a long time."

He laughed a little then almost laid back in the chair.

"Like 'You are one beautiful cuckoo with a nice hay hair'? Or more of 'you're a Malon my size I can protect'?"

You blushed heavily at this sentence. This is how he felt or these are only encouraging words ?

"I didn't know you were the romantic type little one."

He smirked then crossed his arms in front of him.

"And you didn't tell me it bothers you too. Should I deduce something ?"

You laughed back. He was a cunning one.

"Well, mister Link, you got me there, and by the time, I guess you weren't able to sleep too."

Now he looks annoyed, his usual annoyed.

"Nope, I was sleeping fine until your door slammed shut because you forgot to close the window and made some air."

Oh. That's the reason.

"Oh sorry then. How can I repay your lack of sleep ?"

He started to grin. And it was always a weird idea when he had this face.

"Well, now that you kept your room in the cold condition I won't let you get sick by leaving you to your room, what about sleeping in mine ? And if you get those bad dreams, I can be here to chase them down!"

You loved the idea, and even though your clothes were still humid, you jumped against him.

"Oh my knight in shining armor! I would be honored! Except if it... Embarrass you in front of the others..."

To your surprise, he hugged you and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Who cares, they probably put a bet on who would got you first, but they doesn't understand the love, its like forging a blade it requir-"

You cut him off.

"OK now you'll put me to sleep just by talking about blacksmithing, keep it for the bed. Let's go and we'll see who took bets tomorrow."

You jumped off of him and laugh a little as the transfer of humidity on his tunic, he held your hand, and you kept your nightgown under your arm like you would go to a sleepover.

"Make yourself at home princess, I won't look trust me."

You waited to be sure he wasn't looking to remove some of your clothes. Checking him if he wasn't looking sometimes.

"Okay all done ! I can hide under the blanket while you put your pyjs on!"

He laughed again, silently to not wake up the others.

"Do as you like princess, its nothing you didn't see."

He kept his light pant and only the white shirt on as a sleeping gear. You asked yourself if he was feeling comfortable in it.

"Remember princess, if you feel like you have any problem, wake me up it won't be a problem."

You liked being called princess. And the warmth of his body against yours. Enough to make you forget that one time, someone wanted you dead.

Morning arose , and the lively chat was already spreading in the common bathroom upstairs. You were still sleeping against Four that held you softly, caressing your hair.

"Wake up sleepyhead, we'll miss breakfast."

You yawned a little and nudged against him.

"Please five more minutes."

He removed you from his embrace and stood up, buttoning back his shirt and putting on his tunic.

"Okay them, I get to eat your portion then."

You grumbled and left the bed too. Your hair was a mess.

"Let's see who got what and I'll ask a percentage of it."

He laughed again, seeing you as a grumpy bear before fixing a little your hair.

"That's my girl, we'll share then"

And the percentage was good, Hyrule lost to Sky, Wild to Warriors and Legend even gave some rupees to Four himself.

He gambled on this night. And you weren't even mad.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu four #lu four x reader #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse x reader

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nerdy-and-dedicated · 1 year

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Stronger Than You (Steven Universe AU)

So as a massive Steven Universe fan, I couldn’t help but create this small au deathpuss fic of it. If you haven’t watched it, please do. It’s amazing.

Inspired By This Scene (spoiler alert for those who haven’t seen the show): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coOK-eZDm4k

Side Note: Puss is a black sapphire while Death is a fire opal. It will make sense as to why towards the end

Tagging: @royallydivinelesbian @thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me

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Everything hurt so much as he attempted to get up. The last thing Perrito remembered was Jack Horner attacking them and…oh no. The dog looked around, desperately searching for a way out of this cell. He had watched enough prison escape films to know that even the most secures one had weakness. So Perrito began jumping on floor and pushing panels on the walls to see if anyone had tried in his cell. Then his attention turned to the yellow field blocking his way out. It seemed unlikely that he would be able pass through it but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. Perrito took a deep breath before taking a running start at the electric field. He let out a groan as he managed run straight through it. The dog spun around happily a few times, not believing it actually work. After he calmed himself down, Perrito sped down to the right of the hallway, only coming to a halt a few cells down from him. Inside was a small ginger cat beating the walls furiously. The feline was wearing a brimmed hat with a large yellow feather, a black cape, a belt, and a pair of well loved leather boots. He also had a sword sheathed to his side and what appeared to be a rounded black sapphire on his back. The dog approached the prisoner and tried to get his attention.

“Um…hi.”

The cat stopped and just stared at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay to you? I’m locked in a cell and separated from my Muerte.”

“I’m looking for my friends too. Maybe we can do it together.”

The cat hissed. “I don’t need your help. I’ll find my own way out.”

“Honestly, it’s really no trouble.”

The cat examined the dog, only realising he was on the outside the cell. “Wait, how did you get past the field?”

The dog smiled as he created a gap in the field with his body. He watched his new friend stare in awe before running through the small space. The cat then helped Perrito out of the force field and gave him a loving pat.

“I’m sorry for my behaviour Perrito. Places like these make me incredibly anxious.”

“It’s fine, I feel the same way. If we split up, we can find our friends faster.”

“Good idea.”

Perrito gave the cat a quick smile before running down the hall. On his search, he thought back to his new friend. There was something oddly familiar about him. The way his mannerisms and clothes in particular. Even the way he said his name was familiar and he couldn’t figure out why. Then he heard the sweet yet eerie tune. The same one his best friend would whistle to him as a lullaby. Perrito followed the melody as best he could. It was a bit difficult especially with Jack’s bakers wandering the halls and the entire place being incredibly echoey. So, when he finally found the source, the dog let out a massive sigh of relief. He investigated both side of the hallway before approaching the figure. It appeared to be a massive canine, judging by the snout and tail. They were wearing a black poncho with the hood up, dark trouser and leather wraps around their forearms and feet. The individual seemed sad, maybe this was the Muerte the cat was talking about.

“Hey, I like your song. Are you Muerte?”

The canine tilted towards him. “That’s me. Are you alright? You’ve got a nasty black eye there.”

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s doesn’t hurt that much.”

“Still, I suggest you get some ice on it when we escape.” Muerte smiled, removing his hood.

“Okay! Now how are you going to get you out?”

“Pass through the field and I will lift you up. I can pass through that way.”

Perrito nodded as he followed the wolf’s instructions. He made a ninety degree turn, making it easier for Muerte to lift him up and escape his cell. The large canine gave him a quick hug before placing him back on the ground. Much like the cat, Perrito felt like he had met Muerte and the feeling was driving him crazy. Though he didn’t have time to dwell on it as The wolf’s ears began to twitch violently. At first Perrito didn’t hear anything, not until he ended up chasing after Muerte at high speed. It was the cat from earlier calling out for the wolf. The small dog ended up colliding into Muerte’s calf when he stopped in the entrance of a large circular room.

“PUSS!!”

“MUERTE!!”

The two individuals both ran to the centre before Puss leaped into Muerte’s arms. The wolf smothered the cat in kisses, both giggling in delight. Perrito watched from the sidelines as the couple was reunited. His tail happily wagging at the sight. No wonder the two were so miserable when they met. Muerte and Puss missed each other so much.

“Did they hurt you my firefly?” Puss asked

“No, no. I’m okay, did they hurt you?”

“Who cares”

“I do.”

Perrito stared in awe as the couple began laughing and spinning around the room. Soon a bright, white light engulfed them as they fused into the dog’s greatest friend of all time: Tiger Eye. He couldn’t believe that Tiger Eye was a fusion this entire time. No wonder he was so badass and awesome.

“Perrito!! Thank you so much!!”

“Tiger Eye, you’re a fusion?!! I can’t believe it!!”

“We’re so sorry, we had hoped you’d meet up under better circumstances.”

“Well…did I make a good first impression?”

“Oh, sweet, beautiful Perrito…we already love you.”

#deathpuss #death in boots #death x puss #pussdeath #puss x death

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bluekat12345 · 8 months

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TFP as Pokemon

Rescue Bots Animated

@gelu-the-babosa-multiversal @cf8wrk4u-us The final piece of this little project!

Optimus Prime

Pokémon: Arcanine

Moves: Fire Fang, Roar, Flamethrower, Retaliate

Reason: Since Optimus is the leader of the Autobots, considered something of a legend since he was chosen by the matrix to become a prime, I wanted a Pokémon that wasn't just strong, but considered majestic and respected, and Arcanine is literally called the 'Legendary Pokémon', and is highly respected, I came to the conclusion that Optimus is a Arcanine.

Ratchet

Pokémon: Organguru

Moves: Calm Mind, Instruct, Zen Headbutt, Last Resort

Reason: Ratchet is a medic, a bit of a mentor figure to the kids, especially Raf, and he doesn't really go into battle as much as the others, so I thought Oranguru was best since they don't really go into action much and are said to provide medicine to Pokémon.

Bumblebee

Pokémon: Passimian

Moves: Focus Energy, Rock Smash, Protect, Reversal

Reason: This might be hard to explain, but I think Bumblebee is this Pokémon because of his loyalty to not just the team, but Raf and Passimian is a Pokémon all about teamwork, with one as the troop's leader. And Bumblebee's story throughout TFP and RiD shows him go from follower to leader, which sort of reminds me of how I imagine Passimian function when it comes to their troops.

Arcee

Pokémon: Weavile

Moves: Slash, Night Slash, Quick Attack, Agility

Reason: An unusual choice, I admit, but after some thinking, I think Weavile suits her better. I think Weavile goes well with Arcee's swiftness and nimbleness, her loner attitude while still being loyal to her team, and how cold she can come across at first glance before warming up to others.

Bulkhead

Pokémon: Mabosstiff

Moves: Headbutt, Protect, Double-Edge, Reversal

Reason: Might seem like a weird choice, but I really think it makes sense because they actually have much in common. They are both tough, they may seem brutish, but are caring and kind and protectors of kids. Plus, in Pokémon Scarlet and Violet, Arven's Mabosstiff's story kind of reminds me of when Bulkhead was seriously injured.

Cliffjumper

Pokémon: Tauros

Moves: Horn Attack, Thrash, Zen Headbutt, Swagger

Reason: Not going to lie, the horns on his head was a contributing factor to why I chose this Pokémon, but also because both are tough that like a good fight.

WheelJack

Pokémon: Samurott (Hisuian form)

Moves: Ceaseless Edge, Slash, Razor Shell, Retaliate

Reason: He has always given me lone warrior vibes, especially with his Katanas, it just gives me wondering ronin vibes. I especially chose Hisuian form because it's a version that fights dirty and Wheeljack often clashes with others over different way of doing things, but eventually proves to be loyal and that he's on their side.

Smokescreen

Pokémon: Boltund

Moves: Charge, Wild Charge, Play Rough, Electric Terrain

Reason: I think Smokescreen has similar vibes to a Boltund. It's hard to explain, but Smokescreen's personality, his energy, excitement and impulsiveness to fight sort of reminds me of how I see a Boltund, as an excitable dog that just needs proper guidance and training to reach their potential. Also, I wanted to have another dog Pokémon to sort of go with Optimus since he was considered to be his successor at one point.

Ultra Magnus

Pokémon: Armarouge

Moves: Expanding Force, Armor Cannon, Lava Plume, Psyshock

Reason: Armarouge is a loyal pokemon created from the armor of a distinguished warrior and Ultra Magnus is loyal to Optimus and the Autobots and I imagine that as leader of the Wreakers, he is a distinguished warrior himself. I also chose this because Ultra Magnus is serious, by-the-book, and strict military figure, and I imagine Armarouge being something similar.

Megatron

Pokémon: Ceruledge

Moves: Bitter Blade, Swords Dance, Shadow Claw, Fire Blast

Reason: I think Ceruledge matches well with this version of Megatron. It reminds me of Megatron's past as a gladiator and it evolves from the grudge of a fallen warrior, and Megatron is a warrior with a grudge against Optimus.

Starscream

Pokémon: Golispod

Moves: Defense Curl, First Impression, Spite, Fury Cutter

Reason: This was the toughest, but in the end, I went with Golisopod, mostly because its evolution is similar to Starscream change from TFP to RiD, becoming more a threat compared to the more cowardly conniving punk he started out as. Plus, in TFP, when he wasn't listening to his ego and cowardice, proved to be a capable fighter and could come up with decent plans. Golispod is tough, but when its health is low enough, it would retreat and make another Pokémon battle in its place.

Soundwave

Pokémon: Skeledirge

Moves: Torch Song, Will-O-Wisp, Hex, Snarl

Reason: Another one hard to explain, but ultimately, I went with this pokemon because the little firebird sort of reminds me of Lazerbeak, and Soundwave is a communications officer and Skeledirge sings as a way of communicating, and with the Ghost-Typing, it can be stealthy like Soundwave, and I wanted a Pokémon that could work with Megatron since they are close from their gladiator days. Both are Gen 9 Pokémon that are Fire/Ghost types.

Knock-Out

Pokémon: Roserade

Moves: Sunny Day, Solar Beam, Giga Drain, Poison Jab

Reason: After much research and consideration, I decided that he would be a Roserade. Knock-out is vain and Roserade is considered beautiful, Knock-out is a medic but also a bit of a torturer, Roserade knows healing moves, but is part Poison-Types. And both are pretty strong in a fight.

Breakdown

Pokémon: Krookodile

Moves: Outrage, Swagger, Thrash, Earthquake

Reason: Honestly, not much to really say about this one. Breakdown is a brute and gives me bully vibes and Krookodile is part Dark-Type and is considered the 'Bully of the Sands'

Dreadwing

Pokémon: Lucario

Moves: Aura Sphere, Metal Claw, Calm Mind, Counter

Reason: An interesting choice, I ultimately chose Lucario because Dreadwing is interesting compared to other Decepticons, because of the bond he had with his brother, and his code of honor, which causes him to work with Optimus to do what he believes is right. And he is skilled and loyal enough to reach second-in-command, until he learned what Starscream did to his brother, showing his care for Skyquake trumps his loyalty to Megatron.

Airachnid

Pokémon: Gourgeist

Moves: Scary Face, Shadow Ball, Trick-or-Treat, Power Whip

Reason: First of all, none of the spider Pokémon worked for her, in my opinion. Second, I chose Gourgeist because, similar to Airachnid, it can be rather sadistic as it takes joy from the suffering of others, not even kids are safe. If I had to choose which size Gourgeist would be, I'd say Large-Size because Cybertronians are bigger than humans, but she isn't the biggest among them.

Shockwave

Pokémon: Malamar

Moves: Psycho Cut, Foul Play, Psybeam, Hyper Beam

Reason: Not much to really say, other than Shockwave is intelligent and evil and Malamar is intelligent and evil, plus their colors kind of match each other, so there's that.

Predaking

Pokémon: Mewtwo

Moves: Ancient Power, Aura Sphere, Psystrike, Take Down

Reason: I wasn't sure about this at first, but after looking to Mewtwo and Predaking's origins, this was too perfect. Both were cloned from another creature, who I'm pretty sure were altered a bit from their original, both were created for malevenat purposes, which led them to distrusting others while caring only for their own species (humans for Mewtwo and the Autobots for Predaking), but eventually grows to respect them.

Sorry for taking so long, but life has been keeping me busy, and this was the toughest of the three, but I hope you all enjoy it. This was super fun to do, and I might do something like this again in the future.

#Transformers/Pokemon #Pokemon #Transformers #Transformers Prime #TFP

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charmixpower · 1 year

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That drawing of the specialist as faries, that had Sky and Helia with hearts and Timmy with electricity and Brandon with stars got me thinking

You know how in s6, Bloomix happens? Those drawing made me imagine the girls sharing their powers with their boyfriends to make them faries! Or witches, depending on their magical inclinations, and what I personally think is cooler XD

So Sky would get fire and dragon powers, Brandon stellar powers, Helia plant powers, Timmy electronic powers, Riven sound powers, and Nabu is already a fairy so he doesn't get any :)

Nabu is their chaperone. Magical tutor, if you will. Baby sitter so they don't blow themselves up one might say

(I know Helia already has magic but shhhh Helia and Flora are form different planets so it get to mix them >:D more fun like this)

I think it would be interesting if this mixed with their own natural magic from their planets. So Eraklyon has the core of gravity, Timmy's planet has the core of metal, Helia's planet has the core of law/order or something similar (Saladin canonically has justice powers so it has to be something that can produce a magic user of Justice), and Riven's planet....I haven't actually decided yet. I'll just do a couple for him then :) for variety

So!!!

Sky:

Fire + Gravity = Fairy of Plasma

Stars, which is essentially space fire, are made of plasma that's held together by gravity sooo it fits me thinks. I didn't want to make him the fairy of Stars XD

Dragon + Gravity = Fairy of Honor

A lot of Bloom's dragon powers are more....symbolic effects so I leaned into that. Valor with more gravity applied to the concept would be honor I think? Because valor is only having honor, courage, ect in battle, so if the term has more weight, you'd be like that all the time, therefore honor...be nice, I'm trying my best over here. It's all very symbolic, and I think it matches Sky's good boy enegry perfectly bc it would force him to act with in the confines he seems to always act within. I think his powers would be like summoning weapons to battle with, being able to send sword beams, the Sirenix punching and kicking, and more importantly being able to force people into fair fights by using his magic to make people honorable. I think it would be majorly dope

Brandon:

Sun + Gravity = Fairy of Blackholes

What do you get when you take a star and add a fuck ton of gravity?? You get blackholes! Damn Brandon, who said you got to be so powerful? Me, I did. He and Stella can have a little darkness and light thing going on, it's cute okay?? He'd also be able to teleport like Stella!! And there'd be some time manipulation powers there too!! Very powerful skill set

Moon + Gravity = Fairy of Orbits

I think this would be an actually really fucking dope power. It would be like free redirection of any attack. I don't think it would be possible to attack or defend directly, which is why it would be so cool to watch/write because you'd really have to think about it. Very dope, I love

Sun + Moon + Gravity = Fairy of Tides

Yeah the sun and the moons gravitational pull on earth really only seems to both do one thing, control the tides. Brandon has Aisha's Nick dub powers now lol

Helia:

Nature + Justice = Witch of Comeuppance/Karma

This is just for if Helia inherented Saladin's magic, cuz Saladin is the only living and magical relative of Helia we see so I wanted to just entertain the idea, but this wouldn't be Helia's powers

I'm thinking his powers would work like Jinx form teen titans, basically instilling bad luck on people or pulling a sans during the Geno run (his magic only hurts as much as the person he's attacking has hurt others). His attacks would be pretty boring looking as they'd just look like pure magic but I imagine he mostly uses his powers to make people fall out of chairs, make vending machines give out multiple cans of soda, help cats get out of trees, banal luck based stuff

Nature + Law = Witch of Natural Laws

Wow that's such a basic name form the combination nooo T-T but Helia would have magic of Gravitation, Electromagnetism, Strong Interactions, and Weak Interactions. He wouldn't be able to control them. Like Samara is the fairy of Gravity and she can make gravity happen from anywhere, in any direction, however powerful she can manage. Helia can't do that, he can only strengthen and weaken already present gravitational forces. So he can pull someone to the ground, or make them float, but he can't pull them up essentially

I think Helia would have a lot of fun working with this. Helia up at 3:00 a.m. researching the four things he has power over to see if he can do any sick combos

Timmy:

Metal + Tecnomagic = Witch of Conductivity

Timmy just gets all the electrical parts of Tecna's powers but a little more niche. Not the one I would go with, but the first thing that came to mind

Metal + Tecnomagic = Witch of Electrical Currents

This is what would likely be his powers, this is dope and I imagine he knows a lot about this stuff so he'd very likely be able to pull off some dope ass spells based off of technical magic. Likely turns himself into a living taser. Buzz buzz bitch

Riven:

When I imagine Riven with magic I usually imagine him being able to create giant cracks in walls, knocking down ceiling, and stuff like that so that's the direction imma take these in

Sound + Something Solid (like earth) = Fairy/Witch of Earthquakes

This is most similar to what I usually imagine his magic to be like so I'm very partial to it. Mostly because it's primarily environmental, and that opens up a lot of cool fight scenes that rely heavily on surrounding and incorporating them into the fight :)) just very cool stuff if your into fight choreography

Sound + Anything Abrupt or Sharp = Fairy of Shockwaves

This one is the one he's more likely to have because it can actually be used in a fight XD. Shock waves are faster than soundwaves, but are required to be abrupt, so you can't have continuous shock waves. Which I think is an interesting difference and limitation. There both a type of wave so I was worried about them being too different but this supplies a whole new set of tactics. Like shock waves also don't travel as far as sounds waves (i think). So shock waves are better for close range combat, while sound waves are more suited for support. Very fun all around

#A planet with the core of Justice feels WAYYY to op so imma go with something more neutral like law or order that can lead to justice #winx club #winx specialists #Winx au #winx club au #winx sky #winx brandon #winx riven #winx timmy #winx helia #winx nabu #rus chatters #winx headcanons

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 6 months

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Rescue just in time.

Grrgh...

Soldier A: Move it...

*Uchui, with his hands bound and a chain around his neck, is pushed and dragged by some Zetsubou soldiers through the factory.

Where the hell...are you taking...me...?

Soldier A: Just shut up and move it...

Soldier B: Why the hell did we need to transport him all the way down here. Couldn't we have just interrogated him at the bridge.

Soldier A: Look...It was Shirogane's orders, and I ain't about to raise a complaint against that Gyalusetsu guy. He freaks me the fuck out...

Mgh...

Soldier C: Where even is that dude? Is he just waiting down here for us to

Soldier A: BUAAGH!?

Soldiers: !!!??

!!!??

*The conversation is dramatically cut through when the large steel door on the other end of the hall bursts open. The door flies back and smashes into one of the soldiers, while the rest, and Uchui, turn around to see what happened.

Grrgh...!

KURIPA!?

UCHUI!

Soldier D: FUCK! They're here! Shoot them!

*RATATATATATATATATATATAT!*

HRRGH!

Kuripa, BE CAREFUL!

*The soldiers open fire on Kuripa and Whitecloak as the two rush down the hall towards them. The bullet fire slows them down, but the bullets are either dodged or deflected.

Soldier B: SHUT THE DOOR! SHUT THE DOOOOOR!

Soldier D: Grrgh!

Dammit...! GIVE HIM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!

*SLAM!* *CLUNK!* *CLUNK!* *CLUNK!*

*The soldiers almost collapse when Soldier D is able to tightly close and reinforce the door. He adds every physical and non-physical barrier and reinforcement onto it as he can. They then grab Uchui and start to run away.

Soldier C: We've gotta move. Get as much security up online as you can before-!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!*

Soldiers: GAAGH!

...!?

...!

*The soldiers turn around in horror back towards the door. Despite at least 5 levels of steel and titanium-level reinforcements, a huge hole is blown open into the door, and Kuripa steps through, brandishing his sword.

Soldier B: What...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOOUUU!?

...You have something that belongs to me...!

Soldier C: Hrgh...

OOPH!

Soldier C: KILL HIM!

Grrgh...Assholes...

Kuripa! Leave the rear to me!

*Whitecloak rushes past him towards the soldier in the rear who points and fires with his gun. The other two rush forward with electric batons to towards Kuripa, who readies for them.

Soldier B: Hrrgh! HMPH HUGH!

Soldier C: YAAAGH!

Tch...!

*The first soldier comes in swinging, then the second leaps from behind him with an overhead swing at Kuripa who dodges both. He then blocks a thrust with his sword.

Soldier D: Stay away...! STAY AWAY! AAGGH!

*SLAAAAM!*

*Whitecloak is somehow able to dodge the bullets when they're right on top of her, and almost immediately takes the firing soldier down.

Grrgh...Hmph!

*As all of this is going on, Uchui clambers to his feet, and despite having little strength left in his body, he hops over the restraints on his arms to put his hands in front of him again.

...

*He then looks over towards Kuripa, who is still fighting.

Soldier C: Hrgh...

*SLAM!*

GUGH! Son of a BITCH!

*SLAASH!*

Soldier C: UUUGH!

Soldier B: NOO!

*Soldier C whacks Kuripa's broken arm with his baton, which doesn't do much to the animator except make him angry. He responds unkindly by spinning around and slicing open Soldier C's chest.

HYYYHAAGGGH!

*SLAAAAAAAAMM!*

Soldier B: AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

*SHUUUNK!*

*When Soldier B tries to retaliate, Kuripa grabs him by the face and slams him straight into the ground. For good measure, he stabs him with his sword.

Haah...

Soldier C: Gah...aagh...rrgh...bLaGhAfBaHgAhBeGh!

...!?

...!

*Soldier C, still conscious, tries to grab Kuripa's leg for another go, but right before he can, Uchui grabs his taser and shoves it into him, electrocuting him and knocking him out.

You're welcome...

...

That sure was something, huh-

!!??

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mortumslab · 2 months

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Remembering to be Human - Chapter 10

Hello everyone!

Here's chapter 10!

Chapter 10 tw: violence, gore, suicidal thoughts

Chapter 9 Link:

Trapped. Can’t get out. Not alone.

Not alone. Not alone. Feed. Must feed. Hungry.

Become. Become. Hungry. Feed.

“AH.”

Your scream wakes you. Julia’s hands are on you before you can fall out of bed. She pulls you back towards her. Breathing ragged. Heart hammering. The rush of blood is the only sound. Your head throbs. Eyes tight until the pain subsides.

“Arya, what happened?” Her voice is soft yet firm. Trying to ground you. It’s not working. You’re going to be sick.

Breaking from her grip, you bolt to the toilet. The bastard weaving your fate grants you a small mercy as you make it in time. Last night’s meal hits the toilet. Vomiting is normal for you. But the degree to which it has happened this week is concerning. You know the nightmare is related to your identity crisis. The thing inside is breaking through. It’s taking control.

Julia is behind you. She’s held your hair out of the line of fire. Whatever is happening needs to be fixed soon. Or you may be yourself much longer. Do you tell Julia this? Worrying her may make her more emboldened. But it could get her killed, too. You don’t want her to die for you. Though you know she’s stubborn and would do it anyway.

You would die for her.

“I think…” you swallow back the nausea. The headache is diminished now. A familiar pulsing. “I think something Heartbreak did. Or the Farm did. It’s inside my head. My telepathy. It’s like another conscience is in there.”

“How is that possible?”

“I’m not sure. The experiments they did on me were nothing short of torture. Who knows what the damage is.” She helps you to your feet. Turning you to face her. She wraps you in a tight hug. Neither of you has an answer. But you both know who does.

“Just another reason to take the fight to them.” Your voice is muffled against her shirt. You realize a second late that the shirt is a Heartbreak fan shirt. “No way.” And your laughter echoes in the bare bathroom.

“Hey, just supporting my girl.” She smiles. “I have no idea why you have more merch than I do at this point, but I doubt you’re getting royalties.”

“I am not, but seeing that the public doesn’t fully condemn me is nice.” Your goal is to bring awareness to the corruption. Apparently, it’s working. You hadn’t paid much attention to your ranking in the officially unofficial Los Diabolos, but a cursory glance at breakfast tells you you’re in the top 10 of villains. Though commenters under your profile are in a heated keyboard debate about whether you’re a villain.

“We need to get you armor. And a name.” You look to Julia. She is ecstatic. Oh no.

“I have been thinking about this from the moment I started to suspect you were Heartbreak.”

“Were you fangirling over me before you knew me?” You can’t stop the astonishment from covering your face.

“I will neither confirm nor deny that.” She says with a wink. Confirmation, indeed. “But I have some ideas.”

“Go on, then, enlighten me.” You say with a hint of teasing. She’s truly serious about this. You weren’t sure if it was an empty promise but a clear head doesn’t seem to have dissuaded her.

“Well, I still need to use my mods. So I need to find something to distract from the similarities.” She’s getting excited. You can’t help but smile. “So I was thinking of a few names. And I was thinking about getting a sword.”

“A sword?” You almost laugh. But Charge has never used a weapon. Why should anyone suspect she’s anything more than another villain?

“Yeah! Something I can maybe make electrically charged.”

She’s onto something. “So a name?”

“I had a few ideas.” Then she lists them off. “Diode, Electropath, and then to keep in theme with you, Pacemaker or Defibrillator.”

“I like Pacemaker. It makes it sound like you’re keeping me sane. Which, I guess, is why we’re doing this.” She’s truly giving everything up for you and your crusade. “What did I do to deserve you?” That slipped out. Shit.

“Being you was enough.” She says it so simply it has to be true. Right?

“Sap.” You grumble, finishing your coffee. “I need to coordinate Rosie dropping off money to the Children’s Hospital and then into our funds. Then I need to get Mortum to work on something for you.”

“What do we do in the meantime?”

“Investigate, I suppose.” You groan, getting to your feet. “I should suit up and deliver the Koch files to the D.A. and then whatever Blaze recovered.”

“Want some help?”

“Like before, let me make a show. Drama. Then I’ll escape in a cloud of smoke. Hopefully, no one puts up a fight.” Sighing. “I think I feel better after last night. I’ll eventually need to figure out how to be the brutal fighter and the, well, me. But that’s for after.” After you take down the Farm. Figure out whatever they put in your head. Because you know it’s not making you this way. You are this way. You were broken. Now you’re trying to heal. But it won’t happen until you’re alone in your own head.

“Okay, I’ll keep the Rangers on patrol. I’m sure we also have some work to catch up on.”

“Hey, how do you keep getting in here? I have several security measures.” You had been wondering this since she’d been in here after your escape from the Ranger HQ.

“Oh, you have a… security flaw.” A small electrical charge rolls down her arm.

“Ah, you fried my systems. Twice?” You can’t help but laugh.

“You never gave me a key.”

“It’s a passcode. It’s the date of our Psychopathor mission.” You feel your cheeks burn up.

“Now who’s the sap.”

“Fuck off, I need to get going.”

Suiting up, you hear Julia leave via the private elevator. You don’t know what will happen if someone catches you together out of gear. But Arya isn’t yet a criminal, and your romance wasn’t exactly a secret in the Sidestep days. Hopefully Heartbreak and Pacemaker draw even less attention.

Julia is officially in your life in a capacity you couldn’t have expected last week. Deep down, you might have hoped for it, but your current career choice felt incompatible. Now, however, you’re letting yourself hope. Hope is dangerous. Hope leads to heartbreak. And there’s been far too much of that lately.

You open Mortum’s contact information on your phone. How do you phrase this? How do you just ask for something? As Arya? Not as Eden? Eden. Eden who’s currently being kept alive in one of Mortum’s research facilities. You had Mortum take her when you decided to go public with the Rangers.

Your fingers hesitate over the keyboard. Just be honest. Open. Like friends. Because you are.

Hey, I was wondering if I could commission a project from you.

Need to call?

Yeah.

Then you dial.

“Mon cherie, what can I do for you?”

Deep breath. “Hey, I think I’m going to need another suit. Nothing as high tech but safe and anonymous.”

A moment. “Oh? For yourself?”

Another deep breath. “No, actually, for an associate. Getting myself a sidekick.”

“Do I want to know who it is?”

“I’ll tell you, but it might be better not to know.”

“Ah, I wondered when this would happen.” She sounds amused.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“I would never.” Definitely a laugh. That one even came across the speaker.

“Well, would that be possible?” Your meekness outside of the suit is your truthful self. Which helps when Heartbreak is nearly overbearing at times.

“Yes, in fact, I might have something available. Would you happen to have her measurements?”

“Uh, shit. Probably not. I can ask?” Her. She knows. You’re becoming swiftly incapable of keeping secrets. Thankfully, Mortum and Julia seem to be the only two who take you apart like this.

“Or I could come to your base. Avoid having to show a Ranger my lab.”

“That works. I have some gear here, but you may need more.”

“What you have will suffice. Tonight?”

“If you’re free, yes.” Relief. Good to have allies. Friends. Being human.

“See you tonight then, Mon cherie.”

That’s one issue solved. You send a text to Julia.

Need you back here tonight. Mortum has a suit.

One problem solved.

Confronting the mayor wasn’t on your agenda for many months. However, with what Blaze discovered - more communications between GeniTech and Los Diabolos’ ruling class - and your discoveries from Koch, you feel ready to make some waves.

Heartbreak needs an entrance. You always do. And, once again, you find yourself perched on a building overlooking the city hall. You’re surprised they don’t have guards stationed here. You’ve done this enough times you wonder if they’re just asking for you to make a fool of them.

You know Alvarez is in her office. You can see her through her office window. Dampeners are active, but you won’t be here long enough to warrant taking them out.

Deep breath and—

BEEP

Your brows furrow for a moment. A notification? Why? Who?

Julia.

Special Directive is here. They’re being ordered to bring in Steel. They’re not telling us why. Stay away. Love you.

Rage.

Rage rolls through you.

The Rat King alerts you to nearby guards. You don’t care. You’ve already dropped to your bike stashed below. It’s nearing the end of the day, so you can hide amongst the shadows.

The Rat King is doing its best to calm you, but you’re not about to let go of this. The Directive may be made of ReGenes like yourself, but they do not get to go after your friends. If someone dies. If. It will be on you. And you alone. If they touch Julia. If.

The soft whirring of your bike is the only sound as you speed through afternoon traffic. You’re not far from the HQ. You wouldn’t have stayed away even if you were. You’ll pretend like you accidentally happened across this. Decided to take advantage of the commotion and rob the place. Something. Not really important right now. What’s important are the two military transports parked outside the Ranger HQ. They’re parked in a position to secure and exfiltrate. You recognize it well. You were usually with the target.

Leaping off your bike, the two ReGenes covering the front entrance are mowed down. The shrapnel of your cycle goes in several directions. One ReGene stops moving. He took the brunt of the force. The other moves on you with inhuman speed.

When you fight, it’s a dance. A graceful mantra you’ve shown the world. Heartbreak is a gentleman as much as a brutal weapon. Now, however, you’re just a weapon. A weapon the Directive created. Mental and physical trauma awaits your enemies.

Your fist catches the remaining ReGene. He goes down, but inhuman joints allow him to catch himself and spin, coming in for another attack. No. One word. One word and the ReGene falls limply at your feet. He’s alive. Barely. You shut him down without even a twinge of a headache.

Stepping over the guards, you stride inside. The receptionist appears to be alive. Terrified but alive.

“Are they upstairs?” Your voice is clipped. Harsh. No joviality. Not normal for Heartbreak.

This level of fear is usually expected. But right now you need information. Data.

“Anna. Are they upstairs?” Your voice softening. You use her name. She blinks. Then nods vigorously.

“Get yourself out of here. I took out the two out front.”

She doesn’t ask why you know her name. Or why you’re helping.

The stairs. You use your grapple to skip the flights. You expect a standoff is going on in the break room. You were correct. Landing at the stair door, you can sense the Ranger team and at least 6 armed ReGene thought-voids. The classic absence of thought never tricked you. Though, you pretended like it did. The Farm was far too willing to believe they’d tamed you.

Now you’re unleashed.

The door stands no chance. You go through it like a hot knife through butter. The first ReGene nearest you reacts with enhanced speed. But you don’t care. You break his mind. Rage. Pure rage. He drops before even reaching you. The Rat King tells you the others have recovered from your entrance. Steel is ordering them to get into position.

The next two ReGenes, the first armed with cannons and the second armed with a sword start towards you. While they both launch attacks, you distract the mind of the cannoneer. His shot goes wild, and using the swordsman’s momentum, you grab his wrist and bring the sword down across the cannoneer’s arm. The arm is bisected, and wires and sparks emit from the stub. You use the weight of the swordsman and, while flipping him over your shoulder, drive the sword through his abdomen. Both are still alive. Pain gates on. You hear Julia yelling. Six more Special Directive ReGene have entered the room. Did they spend fourteen Re-Gene on you? Really? Julia is being surrounded. None of the Rangers expected a battle. None of them are armed or suited up.

Herald has one around the neck and is lifting them into the air. He’s wailing on the faceplate, but the ReGene doesn’t seem to care. Three from the original party have surrounded Argent. She’s having fun. The invulnerable woman is in her element. She’s using her morphogenic sword and is easily matching all three who also wield melee weapons. Steel and Julia are surrounded by the remaining five.

You’re not even sure what the ReGenes in front of Julia and Steel are outfitted with. It hardly matters. You’re running on pure hate. You strip the first ReGene of its arm. It screams in pain. The arm is entirely metal. It makes a decent club to cave in the skulls of the next two. The fourth ReGene you hit so hard, your fist goes entirely through him. You pull out wires instead of guts. Disappointing. The remaining two have decided you’re a threat. Peripherally, you see Steel cradling a missing limb. One of his cybernetic arms is missing.

Two ReGenes are standing over Julia. She has a gash across her chest. Blood. A lot. Julia. Hurt.

There are too many. Overwhelmed. You can’t get to them all in time. Herald is down. Argent is down. Steel is down.

All for nothing. Hope is lost. All for nothing.

Julia. She’s dying. No. No. No.

No. No no no no no no no no.

No.

begin.process.void

void.step.activated

Bisected. Halved. Decapitated.

Two. Three. One.

Unrestricted. Unchained. Overkill.

Unconscious.

#fhr #fallen hero #fallen hero retribution #sidestep #fanfic

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cloudninetonine · 1 year

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3rd and final part of Legend and Player’s little adventure in the dungeon

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Legend grunted, arms pulsing with exhaustion as he carried your unconscious body. The dungeon the two of you had found yourselves in was long behind on the winding road, now Legend was marching forward, racked with shivers from the wet clothing pressed against his skin.

It was unfortunately dark out, the occasional whistling breeze threatened to turn the veteran into a living snowman at every caress of the skin. Thankfully, the two of you were slowing drying, though he wasn’t particularly looking forward to the wrinkled state of his garments later.

Unconsciously, Legend pressed you closer to his chest as your teeth chattered. A whimper escaped you, causing a wince in Legend. He couldn’t safely carry you and hold his fire rod for warmth, so they both just had to deal with the cold.

Legend had half the mind to just leave you there, in a muggy, dirty dungeon, probably to suffocate from face planting in the water. However, he had been too dead to the world, too anxiety stricken to think up such a dastardly plan and be rid of you and your insufferable presence in his life. Even now the thought didn’t come to him, not once did he look down at your soaked body and think of dark magic and strangled minds. All he could think about at the moment was the next step in front of him.

Suddenly, a voice caught his waning attention. He paused and listened carefully, hearing a hysterical yelling from somewhere far off to the side of the beaten dirt path.

He knew that voice.

A rush of euphoric adrenaline swamped his veins and stabbed his heart, he was jogging toward the voice before he could even think of the name that it belonged to.

The closer he got, the more he heard. Soon, a conversation reached him, or what actually sounded more like a quarrel.

“-Kay, that’s enough you two! Hyrule, Wild, I know you want to scream and yell in frustration, we’re well aware of your anger, but you two are going to attract the attention of something if you keep screeching into the night! The captain is without a weapon and we’re missing a good portion of our items, the last thing we need is a monster attack.” An even, sturdy voice commanded.

“We know that Time, but Legend and (Name) are both missing! That and we have all of Legend’s stuff, even if they are together they could be defenseless!” A more whimsical, albeit stressed, one argued.

“Well, they should have Time’s bag and Warriors’ sword, right?” Soft, feathery, and dreamy spoke out.

“Yeah! (Name) knows, like, everything about us, right? They should know how to use everything in there.” A young, familiarly grating voice.

“Oh yeah? And you expect Legend to trust them within a fifteen foot radius of Time’s stuff? He probably would assume the opposite of whatever they say an item can do!” Breathy, light, and electric, equally as stressed as the whimsical one.

“Guys, shush! I hear something.” A rippling and smooth accent hushed.

The sliding of metal could be heard, the sheathing of swords. A desperate breath choked out of Legend as his legs almost gave in at the familiar voices through the thick greenery. After what felt like a continuous slog of a run, Legend burst out of the thickets and into a medium sized clearing, inhaling and exhaling like his life depended on it.

“VETERAN?!” A chorus of voices sounded.

“Legend, you’re okay- oh Hylia!” Legend looked up to see the smallest hero, Four, closest to him. The smithy looked startled out of his mind, staring directly at the cargo in his arms.

“What happened to you? Is that (Name)?!” The captain came rushing forward, being the second closest and first to snap out of his stupor. “Why are you both sopping wet- are you two okay?”

Legend choked on his own spit, feeling hot and dizzy as he leaned to the side slightly. He numbly felt your body leave his grasp as distressed words rung distantly in his eardrums. The next thing he knew gravity was tilted on its head, a warm embrace caught him and then the darkness enveloped all else.

Blue globes cracked open, the fuzzy visage of beige greeted his sight. Blinking a few times languidly, the world focused in on soft blankets. The hero pushed himself up shakily with his arms, immediately regretting it as he felt his stomach churn with food he hadn’t yet stored inside.

“You’re awake.” Legend blinked at the sound of the old man’s deep tone. He turned his head and saw the scarred man pacing over to him with a steaming bowl and cup.

“You gave us quite the scare, we all had found each other early and were searching for you two all day. The champion and traveler in particular were losing their minds.” Time rumbled, getting on his knees to be level with the veteran.

Only a day? That dungeon escape mission felt like weeks.

Wait. Dungeon… found each other… you!

His head spun around, his eyes were not feeling cooperative however and his vision immediately blurred from sudden swivel as the front of his brain clicked in protest.

“Where are they?” He mumbled, unable to focus.

The old man hummed. “Can’t see well, hmm? They’re resting as well. They already awoke once yet we’re unable to string together sentences, didn’t stop the cook from shoving broth down their throat, and I’m sure he’s coming to do the same to you too.”

Legend gulped, a little nervous to feel the wrath of the champion. Wild was downright feral when someone refused food, hadn’t eaten in awhile, or just looked the slightest bit thinner than usual.

“I’m dead, when he comes here tell him that I’ve died in my sleep.” Legend groaned and fell back to his pillow, neck creaking in protest.

“Mmm… no. You can actually speak coherently, gives us all the more reason to get some information out of you, we’re all curious about the disheveled states you two arrived in.” Torture. That’s what this was, torture. The old man was torturing him.

“I suggest you eat now before Wild notices you’re awake-“

“Hey guys, Legend’s awake!” Every swear under the sun entered Legend’s mind as Wind announced his awakening. Wild shot up from halfway across camp and came stalking over, like a wraith in the shadows. Hyrule was by his side, green healing magic glowing evilly in his palms.

“Shit.” Was what his brain decided on.

“Normally I would scold you for such language, but I do agree that, for you, this is quite the appropriate time for usage of the word. I’ll make sure to spill about your concern for the supposed ‘dark witch’.”

If he could, he would’ve sunken into the forest floor, never to be seen again. Sadly, the only thing that was being sunken was his hope.

—

Jejdndjd This ended up focusing more on the chain at the end, but I wasn’t sure how else to end it.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS BB YOU REALLY ARE SERVING AND WE LOVE YOU FOR IT

THIS WAS AN AMAZING READ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR IT!!!

#cloud answers #bloodybloob #BB

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rubykgrant · 2 years

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(Working on some Wash bits for the interviews and back-story stuff, and this part gave me a chuckle; this is in-between, after the Meta fight, and before Carolina shows up for her Revenge Mission, so Wash is still on shaky ground with the Reds and Blues)

A few weeks go by, Wash heals, and he keeps expecting another confrontation with Tucker.

Nothing happens.

Well, actually, Tucker becomes slightly less standoffish, but still not entirely friendly. Which was fair, all things considered. Wash considers trying to bring up the topic himself, but he doesn’t know how. “Hey, remember your dead best friend? Yeah, I’m sorry about getting him killed”. That would go over GREAT. On top of that, Wash was still very aware of the fact that Tucker could just… kick him out. Would anybody argue to let Wash stay? Hell no. Wash was lucky Tucker hadn’t stabbed him with the laser sword in his sleep.

“Hello Agent George Washington!” Caboose greeted him outside the base one afternoon.

“Hi, Caboose. It’s, uh- just Wash, remember?” Wash gave him a small wave. Caboose was another strange situation; he spoke to Wash cheerfully, but also had a habit of just… looming behind Wash somewhere, staring at him. Wash knew it was partly because he was in the pale-blue armor, and Caboose missed both Alpha and Epsilon. Wash also suspected Caboose had some sore feelings of his own.

“I remember lots of things,” Caboose said, which sounded OMINOUS AS SHIT, but Wash decided not to call attention to that. Instead, he kept working on his current task. “But I don’t remember what you’re up to?”

“Oh, um, I found a storage crate that had supplies for surviving in the field… basically, camping gear. There’s an electric skillet in here I thought we could use in our kitchen, then we won’t have to cook everything outside in that fire-pit Sarge made,” Wash explained. “I’m just gathering up all the other stuff we could use inside,”

“Ooh, then we can have an indoor campout! We can set up a tent, and make s’mores, and tell stupid Tucker he’s not invited, but then he’ll get all jealous and want to join the fun, so I guess I’ll let him, and THEN-”

“Woah, Caboose! Uh, I don’t think- that’s probably not a good idea. Just do the camping thing with Tucker, and I’ll- I’ll leave you both alone…” Wash tried to settle him down before he got too carried away.

“What? Why?” Caboose asked.

“I just think it would be better… I mean, he already doesn’t like me, I don’t need to piss him off. He’ll finally just call the cops on me or something,” Wash answered, looking down at the crate. For a moment, both men were quiet. Wash figured the conversation was over, but evidently Caboose was just thinking something through.

“HEY TUCKER!” Caboose suddenly yelled.

“YEAH?” came the reply from somewhere inside the base.

“IF WASH PISSES YOU OFF, ARE YOU GOING TO CALL THE COPS ON HIM?”

“NAH! FUCK THE POLICE!”

“See?” Caboose happily turned back to Wash.

Seriously? Just like that? Wash couldn’t understand the train of thought EITHER of them had.

#red vs blue #rvb

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