#since for most of his life he's homeless and wanders

[jetaloen]

touched up this old drawing of swordsman volo

#pokemon #pla #pokemon legends arceus #volo #my art #hes only ever been trained to use a spear and shield #so his fighting style with swords is really wild and unrefined #he blocks with his bare arms (immortal so he cant die of blood loss anyways) and will throw his swords.......literally just an insane guy #adapting to use weapons he's not used to so he can survive #i think his pokemon keep his sinnoh hoplite armor and spear/shield somewhere safe for him #since for most of his life he's homeless and wanders

[dcxdpdabbles]

I love your writing. It's just the best. Seriously I check dc dp tags to see if you've written anything.

By the way, can you write anythng with another dc hero or maybe a villain? Maybe Superman or Captain Marvel(Shazam) or anything. You don't have to obviously, but it would be really cool if you did.

Oh gosh, thank you! I'm glad you like my rambles. I'm happy to write you a dabble! Hope you like!

Billy Batson was expecting a lot when the Wizard told him to only break the ice crystal in dire situations. He figured if the dying man had enough time to pass on thousands of years' worth of knowledge and store Old magical artifacts, then the Crystal had to be a last resort.

He also figured it wouldn't be so darn breakable. Billy felt they should have made the last resort a little steadier if it was so important.

But no, one accidental trip over his far too worn-out pants legs had the thing shattering like cheap glass.

Billy stares at the shimmering remains, his heart pounding in his chest as the soft green glow that had always come from the crystal fades away.

"Oh no. no, no, no. I can fix this. I can fix this. " He whispers to himself, falling to his knees and scooping up the pieces. He tries to reattach them, but the crystal melts in his palms. "I can't fix this."

All this because some jerk kicked him out of his old sleeping place, down by the docks. He had been squatting in Old Man's Jackson shed ever since the man finally bit the dust, and he had been so excited to have a building all to himself. Word must have gotten around somehow because he comes back from a Justice Leauge Meeting to find a sixteen-year-old rooting through his stuff.

As a homeless ten-year-old, Billy had scrambled to reclaim his possessions, including this critical crystal, jumping on the intruder with a war cry. He got a broken arm, a black eye, and a few bruised ribs for his troubles.

Thankfully he could walk away with most of his things as the teen sneered and screamed at him while he ran away.

It's not that Billy couldn't fight off the homeless teenager, but he didn't, and to go all Captain Marvel on some random citizen. Captain Marvel can go toe to toe with Superman, but plain old Billy Batson struggles to take kids his own age. He's always been smaller than his age group, not to mention hunger's damage to him.

He returned to the abandoned subway, stumbling down the dark tunnel. Billy didn't like the place- it was damp and cold and a little too open if someone else wandered in, but it was the only place he could go for the night on such short notice. He was thinking of asking Batman if he could take more shifts on monitor duty just so he could sleep at the watch tower.

Then his pants leg got stuck on a broken stair, and he fell, sending his dew earthly possessions into the air. Now he was, blinking away the spots from the beating the teenager gave him and a powerful artifact he promised the Wizard he keep safe, broken beyond repair.

Against his will, sobs start to shake his body. The more he fought to clear his eyes from the tears, the more he began to fall. He leans his forehead on the floor, uncaring how a piece of crystal cuts his skin, causing a trail of crimson to flow down his face. What's one more scar on his already broken body?

In a moment of weakness, he violently wishes he could run to his mom for comfort. It's a fantasy. She's long gone, buried next to his dad, and his uncle was somewhere warm spending their money.

The knowledge causes more despair, and he sobs harder.

Why does he have to be here hungry, without a home, when his father's brother didn't even bother to attend their funeral is living off of his inheritance? Living great, if all the zeros he saw on the check were any indication?

Life is genuinely unfair sometimes. That's why he took being Captain Marvel so seriously. Someone had to protect people from the cruelty of life.

A swirling green portal rips open underneath him just as the trailing thought of I wish someone out there wanted to protect me just as much.

His echoing scream, the swirling green, is the last thing Billy knows before everything goes black.

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Billy wakes to the sound of someone humming. He blinks open his eyes, fighting against the exhaustion and the siren call of slumber. The first thing he notices is the soft green of the walls, like the color of Easter eggs he used to paint with his Dad. He smiles at them.

It's his favorite color.

Then Billy notices his eyes getting heavy again as he slowly turns his head into the plush pillow and sinks into the warm blankets around him. His body is boneless in comfort, his eyes are closed, and he's just dropping off into dreamland when his mind finally notices that you're homeless and don't know this room. You're in danger!

Billy leaps off the bed like he's been shocked, throwing the two blankets on the ground. Glancing around, he's horrified to see he's in some kind of kid room- comics, toys, posters- all tailored to his tastes. He can even spot an archeology kit for kids sitting on a desk, just like the ones his parents used to buy him when he wanted to help out in their digs.

He always thought he actually found something in his little play rocks while waiting at one of the tents as his parents worked. They always beamed when he showed them the fake dinosaur bones he discovered in his kits.

He even has nice, fluffy pajamas. The kind that doesn't have buttons or zippers but is oversized, so they let him toss and turn in the night. His bottoms are a grey and black checker pattern, while the top has the Batman symbol proudly on the front.

Everything is perfect, from the decor, to his clothes to even the furniture placement.

It's the bedroom of his dreams.

Oh gosh, he has been Coraline-ed!

"Oh, Billy! You're up. Breakfast is ready and I just finished ironing your uniform." A man's voice says from the doorway. He swings his head around to see a man in his late twenties in an apron smiling at him. He's handsome, has fluffy black hair and baby-blue eyes, and practically embodies comforting vibes.

The other-mother.

"Who are you!?" Billy demands, fist raised. He can't go Captain Marvel with someone dead on staring at him- at least he risks his secret identity, but he has been on the streets long enough to put up a decent fight.

The man seems flabbergasted by his aggression which causes Billy to bristle until he slaps his own forehead.

"Right, forgot about the introduction. I'm Danny Fenton, and I will be your new guardian until you are old enough to care for yourself." Danny smiles, and the boy can't help but find it too pretty to be authentic. "As per your request as the champion of Magic."

Billy has been taken by someone who knows he's Captain Marvel. Which could be better on the one hand but on the other, it means he can do this.

"Shazam!" A bolt of lighting has him shifting into his adult form and flying a break neck speed towards the threat. He intends to punch Danny, but his fist is caught in Danny's palm like it's nothing.

Danny seems unimpressed. "Don't think you can Shazam yourself out of class, young man. Being a hero will cut your attendance, but I won't allow you to skip just because."

Calm yourself, child Batson Solomon says to Bill. King Phantom is here per your request for aid. He will not harm you.

What request!? I never called for him!

When you broke the Infinite Realms Crysta of distress, you called for someone to protect you like your caregivers once did. King Phantom is the most vigorous protective spirit in all the realms. He answered the call. Solomon replies. Billy can feel the god shift on his golden throne a sense of amusement. It's strange to know what the gods are doing without really seeing them He made a deal with the wizard to pose as your father until you are of age. You both are bonded by this Oath.

An oath. That made Billy feel a little better. He knows that once an Oath is made, no one in the parties involved can break it. If the Wizard had done one while borrowing Billy's body then Billy would be untouchable until the contract was done.

He has a new dad that would be bound by magic and the might of the six gods to protect him.

Billy was curious to know if that was a good thing or not. Being protected is not the same as being loved.

"Kid? You okay?" Danny asks.

"What is expected of me? What do you want me to do?" Billy counters, floating back a little now that he knows what's happening. An Oath is a two-way deal. If Danny had to pretend to be Bill's father, then Billy had to do something for Danny.

"Well, I expect you to have your teeth brushed and eat your breakfast before class, but something tells me that's not what you mean." Danny jokes with a chuckle. Billy frowns, which makes the humor on the man's face disappear. "In all honesty? You are my anchor. I haven't been in the material world for years. Not since my home dimension was destroyed by an asteroid. I missed it. I missed people."

Okay, nothing sinister. But he would never let this random stranger think he had the right to boss Billy around.

"You don't have to pretend to be my dad when we're alone. And you can't tell me what to do!" Billy hisses, expecting the man to get upset like other foster fathers had been before he ran.

Danny nods. "Sounds fair. Sorry for coming on like a fruitloop."

"A.....fruitloop?"

"A big fruitloop. One with a cat."

Right.

"You said my uniform. What uniform?" Billy asks to choose to come back to Danny's odd phrase later.

"Gotham Acadamy. I signed you up for classes-"

"We're in Gotham!? Why?!"

Danny tilts his head. "It's the only place with enough death to sustain me."

Billy is glad he is Captain Marvel right now. Otherwise, he thinks he would need more guts to ask. "Why do you need death?"

"Not death itself, more like the by-product. I need ectoplasm since I;;m a ghost." With a bright flash of twin rings, Danny shifts into a very obviously non-human form, and Billy's mouth drops.

"You're dead?!"

"So-and-so. I'm a halfa. A being dead and alive but at the same time neither" Danny rubs the back of his neck, twirling his small point tail nervously. "Yeah, it's a bit confusing. Sorry."

"It's fine....ugh so we just live in Gotham until I'm what eighteen?"

"Until your twenty." Danny winces at the glare Billy throws him. "Sorry, ghosts see adulthood as two decades for the living, two centuries for the dead. Since I'm both, I have to follow both and thus have to be your caregiver until you're twenty. I can portal you to Fawcett whenever you need to hero with the snap of my fingers. It'll be inconvenient, but I promise it will be better than the streets. And I will never, ever hurt you, Billy."

Billy crosses his arms, listening with half a ear as the gods start speaking at one, their voices and opinions a background noise he long learns to turn out until Atlas is louder than the rest.

I understand this might be a lot at once, young Batson, but accept King Phantom's help. You will no longer be alone. It is not easy carrying the world on your shoulders, trust me.

The god's words make Billy sure this is a good idea.

"Shazam!" With another burst of lighting, Billy is a kid again, stretching his neck back to make eye contact with the taller man. "Alright. You got yourself a deal .... again."

Danny grins, warm and delight dancing in his eyes. "Excellent! Lets's hurry then, we're supposed to arrive at your school early today to meet with a man in charge of your scholarship who is my new employer for computer software. That's our cover, by the way. We moved here after I got a job at the man's company."

"Who are we meeting?"

"Someone unimportant, I'm sure," Danny says, waving a hand. "My friend Clockwork set us up our background, we have the papers to prove everything."

Billy finds out that Danny really is from a different universe because how in the world could he claim Bruce Wayne as unimportant!

#dcxdpdabbles #Ghost Dad au #Danny adopts Billy #Then moves him to Gotham #Where he uses ghost magic to get a job with WE #Nothing sus here #HOPE YOU LIKE #I don't really know Billy's story line besides some comics so I blended the facts I do know about him for his backstory #Not Phantom Planet Canon

[ashbub]

chance

the amazing digital circus: jax x gn!reader

contents: ambiguous relationship [1.5k]

IN WHICH: you might have an idea on how to escape.

❝ if there was a chance to escape, wouldn't you take it? ❞

"And I mean this in the most lovingly, sugar coma-inducing way I could put it, no f̶̢̢̣̳̜̼͈͚̭͖̈́͊u̷̧̝͉̼̼̽c̷̲̘̙̖͇̳̀̑̈́̈́͗̓̑͘̚k̴͍̘̩̝̟̎̀͋̑̎i̷̫͓͈̒n̵̛̲̩̩͓̮͎̙͍̺̓̃̒̎̄̿͠g̸̲̬̍̃͘ way."

The rabbit softly picked at the side of his yellow teeth with the pinky finger of his glove boredly, a cheeky grin tugging at the ends of his mouth at your frustrated sigh.

"You haven't even heard what I was gonna ask!"

You both were chatting in your designated room, the whole theme soft and vibrant with thin fabrics flowing from the ceiling with twinkling lights that intertwined carefully. Your bed was a colorful arrangement of stitched pillows and thick blankets, plushes of antique dolls contently piled together.

Beside your bedframe was a small white mirror with a slight crack in the middle of the reflective glass- One that you rarely glanced at since your arrival a few months ago. You would hardly recognize yourself even if you did now.

You had been warped into the appearance of a marionette.

"And I know whatever it is- is trouble." Jax smoothly hummed with a small chuckle as he fiddled with one of the crocheted dolls that rested on your bed. Jax had his lean frame sitting lazily on the edge of your quilted blanket before placing his hands behind his head with a wide shit-eating grin settling on his lips. "As pretty as you are, sweet cheeks, it ain't worth it."

Crossing over your wooden arms at his demeanor, you jabbed one of your fingers towards the middle of his soft pink overalls, his long ears slightly bending at the sudden poke. "When have you ever been one to turn down some mischief?" You teased with a laugh mingling in your tone, "What have you done to my Jax, huh?"

Clicking his tongue, the rabbit simply closed his bright yellow eyes, bringing the back of his palm towards his forehead with a dramatic sigh before throwing his head onto the middle of your lap, "Consider me a changed rabbit- I'm as holy as they get now."

You brought the thin strings that attached to your arms to the center of his face, watching as his expression scrunched up with a small giggle stifling, "As if-" You mused out.

Blinking with a quiet laugh, the purple rabbit had a lazy wink spread across his smooth fur, "Alright, humor me. Hey, I might even laugh a little." He finally chuckled, one of his ears quickly flapping comedically straight up, "What were you gonna ask lil ole me?"

Even though you had only known Jax for a few months, the guy had been sweet despite his sarcasm and dripping with ease for the chaotic world that surrounded him. You guys had gotten close and had conversations amongst yourselves, Jax confessing about his previous life outside the circus. Despite having a rough upbringing and becoming homeless after getting kicked out of his foster home, he was excited to start a new life on his upcoming birthday.

If there was anyone to share your feelings about, it was him.

"I want to try to escape." Your smooth fingertips dug into the fabric of the spotted black & white trousers you wore with a quick breath, your dull eyes flickering towards the ceiling to avoid his wandering gaze, "I want to make an actual attempt, and I need your help-"

Snickering, Jax casually rose from your lap, the thick pricks of his eyes glimmering in amusement, "Cute and a comedian!" Tapping the side of his cheek with his pointer finger with a lazy grin, he sighed, "Aren't you just adorable?"

"Jax! I'm being serious!"

Raising both of his gloved hands to his chest defensively, Jax's narrow shoulders hunched up with a mingling laugh, "Woah! Don't get your strings in a twist, sugar! So am I! Look, my brow is even furrowing."

"Won't you even try to listen to my idea?"

"An idea? So it ain't even a plan?"

"Not yet- but-"

"No then."

Rising from the edge of your bed with a sigh, your wooden fingertips hand curled into your palm. With a quick snap of your wrist, the edges of your wool locks of hair slipped by the sides of your perked ears that had become warm at his brashness.

"I knew it!" Your thick fingers quickly pinched the bridge of your nose with a sharp laugh escaping your breath, "You won't even take the chance that something might be out there?"

The rabbit's large eyes flickered across your furrowed expression back and forth, his own smile slightly faltering. He had begun to rise to his feet, his lean frame towering over yours with his thumbs jammed into the pockets of his worn-out overalls.

"You saw what happens when people do, [y/n]."

Finally releasing the bridge of your scrunched nose, your head shook with a snappy laugh dripping from the ends of your painted lips, "I knew I shouldn't have bothered to ask you about this!-" You whispered with a slight hiss, bringing your hands closely to the ruffled fabric of your chest with a soft laugh, "All of our friends are slowly going insane and you can't even pretend to remotely care-"

"Don't." His voice had finally shot out, instead of the smoothness of his easy-going voice that would mingle, his gloved finger pressed against the surface of his chest with his pale-yellow teeth gritted, "Don't you dare say I don't care. Because outta everyone here, I probably care the most."

You had blinked at his sudden tone shift before you brought the palm of your hand to your forehead with a small smack, sarcasm seething from your words that itched from the back of your throat. "Right! You care the most!" Your smooth lips curled up into a strained smile, "I nearly laughed myself there! You sure seemed to care when half of our friends got tossed into the cellar-"

His hand had shot above the space behind you, firmly placing it on the plush wall at the lingering sentence that failed to escape your burning lips. He had cornered you. The lazy drawl that usually occupied his expression stiffened as Jax looked down at you with a faint scoff.

"It might not look like it, Toots, but I actually do give a f̶̢̢̣̳̜̼͈͚̭͖̈́͊u̷̧̝͉̼̼̽c̷̲̘̙̖͇̳̀̑̈́̈́͗̓̑͘̚k̴͍̘̩̝̟̎̀͋̑̎." His ears had curled up before shaking his head with a slight breath, "Just because nobody bothered to ask doesn't mean I don't care."

Jax lowered his expression, his shoulders slightly tensed before clicking his tongue once more- "But we are stuck here, don't you get it? Stuck. It's been years and no one has managed to escape or literally gone mad tryna escape this place. My friends, [y/n]."

Your room had grown quiet, only the faint lingers of the music box that resided in your room quietly humming as the bright red paint had begun to chip off. Your button eyes had flickered to his cold expression, the ends of his pale teeth peeking through.

With his other hand, Jax had brought his gloved fingertips underneath his round chin, tapping it dramatically with a small hiss, "If I act like everything is fine and no biggie, it might give everyone some more time from going abstract, even if I have to lie through my teeth."

Finally, he had removed his large hand from the surface of the wall behind you, before dropping his head to the edge of your shoulder with a 'thud!' "I can't lose any more friends" The rabbit whispered carefully, turning his head slightly to examine your quiet frame with a light smile, "I can't lose you."

Resting your back against the wall with a soft sigh, your hands lingered by the back of his head with a glimmer of tears surrounding the edge of your buttons, "Jax, I'm sorry about what I said." You breathed out, resting the tip of your chin on the top of his head for a moment with a small crack. "I just really want to go home."

Jax's long ears had slightly flattened under your chin, his breathing soft before quickly adjusting the small wrinkles of his overalls and returning to his height, your bright round eyes staring at his with a quick blink.

"Tell me."

"Huh?"

Casually stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overalls once more, the rabbit had lazily shrugged with ease, a small nod shot down to you, "Tell me about this idea you got, alright?" He repeated, his head slightly cocked to the side "And I'll help you-"

"Really?"

He punctuated his sentence with a light jab to your chest.

"Under one condition."

His eyes warmly flickered to you, remaining focused on the soft scrunch of your eyebrows.

"If it don't work out, you gotta give up on tryna leave this place together."

His smile had remained lopsided, with a single hand extended carefully for you to shake on the deal, his eyebrow slightly twitched. Your words remained burning on the tip of your tongue, lingering across your lips.

He would help you.

As long as you agreed, he would actually help you.

With a lopsided smile, your hand had smoothly reached for the warmth of his hand.

"Deal."

a/n: this is a blurb bc i can't help but adore all the characters Michael Kovach voices lolol

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus fanfic #tadc jax #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus jax #the amazing digital circus oneshot #tadc oneshot #oneshot #fanfic #x reader #reader #blurb #gn reader #gender neutral y/n #y/n

[the-s1lly-corner]

I wanna try something different this time around.

I’ve started to grow an interest to Eyeless Jack, I mean I haven’t read the story but the character has intrigued me.

What’s some fluffy headcanons you can think of for him with a partner in general?

General hcs for Eyeless Jack x Reader !

ehehehehe welcome to the ej fan club!! evil laughs >:) gotta admit my take on ej is only loosely based around the original story (guy waking up to find one of his kidneys missing is the TLDR version) but a lot of my hcs are based around a fic (?) reimagine (?) of ej that i remember seeing floating around yeeeeears ago back in middle school and im unsure how many people follow the "jack used to be a human but got dragged into a cult/human sacrifice unwillingly" idea since i admittedly dont interact much with the fandom outside of writing these lil hcs and making fanart TToTT

after everything that happened to him jack ran off to the woods to be away from prying human eyes, and as far as he knew he was viewed as (albeit unwilling and you could argue it was in self defense) murderer.... kind of puts a stop into your plans of finishing school and going into your dream career.. oh and also the teeny tiny detail that you now rely on human flesh as sustenance with no hope for being able to physically accept alternatives and as more time goes on you start to resemble something.. not human... theres that, too

if you want to see him during the day you're likely going to have to visit him in the woods, but fear not hes not homeless, hes found refuge in an old cabin; slowly hes been patching it up

dont expect him to make you do any work on the cabin, he views it solely as his responsibility and he'll likely deny any actual work helping rebuild it... though i dont think he would be against any tools and decoration (ex. stuff for a generator so he can have power, means to wash his clothes, basic supplies that arent food ectect)

i think overtime he would even get a little mini fridge for you so you can store snacks and drinks at his place, since he doesnt. have food

sometimes visits you at your place, but he only does this during the night so he doesnt get caught wandering the streets by other people... usually enters through the backdoor, to avoid anyone seeming coming from the front

very quiet and reserved, not very high energy... so most nights hanging out with him are calm... usually him asking you how you've been doing... you /could/ ask him the same, but he can only talk about patrolling his area in the woods for hikers straying too close so many times, and he doesnt want to bore you

thats actually another thing, he has traps set up around; mix of a means for hunting without having to go out and pick someone, and to make sure no one gets too close to the cabin

so i think, in the beginning he would ban you from coming to him without him guiding you, at least not until youve had ample time to get used to the traps and how to look for them and remember the general locations of them

teaches you how to forage, him being alone for so long has forced him to pick up new hobbies to keep him from going insane, so you now know how to do that sort of thing as well as identifying plants and fungi... fun!

on the very rare occasion you can convince jack to walk around town with you at night when everyone else is asleep.... its nice, i think.. kind of gives him a chance to just sink back into what his old life used to be and feel like hes normal again; though he tends to be quieter than usual on these walks

i dont think hes particularly possessive, dont get me wrong he cares about you and he does have the passing thought of you just up and leaving him one day (and he doesnt blame you, he holds a lot of self loathing for himself nowadays) but hes not going to be breathing down your neck and watching your every movement... he has enough trust in you not to get hurt or stuck in any situation

blunt, he doesnt beat around the bush and sometimes he doesnt sugarcoat things when the blow needs to be softened... mix of jack just being a little insensitive to others but also because hes gotten so used to thinking so logically and straight forward and numbing his own emotions over... who knows how long, probably even before he got all messed up..

can be a little sarcastic at times, so he might come off as an asshole every now and then, especially when you mix in the bluntness

i dont think he would actively try to be mean to others though, he'd try to understand and fix something if his habits upset you because he doesnt want to lose you

very cold, physically, so be sure to bring blankets and stuff when you want to cuddle into him

very careful with you, he has claws and teeth... and sometimes shedding blood around him can be really dangerous (he feeds on human material, he tends to push off eating for as long as he can since the fact hes eating people meat messes with him.. argument between survival of himself and survival of others; but due to his curse he can go into 'frenzies' and momentarily lose himself to his hunger. think how in finding nemo the sharks went nuts when dory cut her fin on accident, its like that but he doesnt go nuts all the time) so hes very very gentle even when he has a strong hold on himself

speaking of his forced diet, he doesnt eat often.. only really needing to do so every now and then, but i like to think he would still sit at the table with you to keep you company while you ate dinner

though he wouldnt want you to do the same when he DOES eat, might prefer you not come at all on those days actually

him and reader remind me of the "its rotten work"/"not to me, not if its you" audio

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack imagine

[aspureasamelody]

I think Omi may be the character with the most on-screen trauma

He had so many actual traumatic events

Especially since Omi's also the youngest and least experienced with the world

He doesn't really have a reliable place to go to for comfort or to run away to if he needs space to process, so he's also the least able to cope whenever he's traumatized, so it's always unresolved

An incomplete, unordered list:

Watching Klofange sink under the water and refreeze right as Omi and Klofange became close, and being so catatonic with grief and confusion over it that Kimiko and Clay had to drag him away

Being betrayed by his first friend who he believed in and trusted more than anyone, and then learning that even when they all genuinely thought Omi was dead, that friend still didn't change his mind. And he still almost let them all to be crushed to death a little later

Later being gaslit and beat the shit out of by that same former friend to be tricked into thinking he was being betrayed again

Omi thinking he's finally found his family and a home, but they're a mean, uncaring old couple who steals from him and treats him horribly. And then he learns they aren't even real, so he went through desperately trying to appease abusive parents but still is lost with no family ties at the end of it

Omi thinking that he witnesses himself accidentally kill his own mother, who hates him so much she won't even take his hand to save her own life

Abandoned by his friends when he's sick and then kidnapped by Hannibal while Omi's left wandering around homeless, then about to be killed and turned into energy for Hannibal via lightning

Omi watching old Jack brutally murder all of the other monks right in front of him

Omi watching Chase drink the soup again even after everything Omi's been trying to do and was willing to sacrifice just to keep Chase on the Xiaolin side this time

Being convinced by Vlad to just. kill himself

He's just a little kid!

#xiaolin showdown #omi #clay bailey #kimiko tohomiko #klofange #chase young #good!chase #jack spicer #raimundo pedrosa

[zee-the-zebra]

About The Kaveh Reincarnation Theory

I will make this theory make sense and no one can stop me.

Story Parallels

We know very little about the Goddess of Flowers but her connection to Kaveh is less about backstory and more his personality.

What do we know about her? She foresaw her own death in the cataclysm and didn’t run away from it. She facilitated her so she would leave a legacy greater than herself behind. And she did, creating the Jinn and the Khvarena. And what does Kaveh do on a near daily basis? Break himself over and over again to create things that will outlast him. And while he has succeeded in creating great things, he is still trying to make a legacy, no matter how much he brings himself to a closer ending than he should ever have.

Artifacts

Honeyed Final Feast

"In those days, the moonlight would tell of their happiness to the nightingale and the rose." "And they were so frightened and abashed that they could sing no song in response." "Peace and ease reigned, and there was no division or misfortune in this worriless paradise..." "If only these wonderful days, as lovely as a shimmering mirage, could last for eternity, and that they should never have to taste the bitterness of parting."

Could possibly parallel Kaveh and Al Haitham’s relationship before their falling out, as well as how Kaveh was living at what he thought to be the high point of his life before he ended up homeless.

Later, time sundered the contract between day and night, destroying the ancient oath. The gentle moonlight sank into the quicksand. The sun shrouded all things in its fearsome gaze.

The mention of quicksand is interesting, considering that is how Kaveh’s father died.

Dreaming Steelbloom

"When the moon leaves your palm, and the lonesome silver light retracts from atop the labyrinth on the sand ocean," "One hopes that you will remember how your companion in the dreams shone like the burning sun."

This is the same line I pulled for the Al Haitham write up but it still tracks as a possible parallel to Kaveh and Al Haitham’s falling out. Or rather, an implication that if things were to continue as they are, history might repeat itself between the “sun” and the “moon”

Ay-Khanoum's Myriad

In a bygone time which only the Jinn recall, the Lord of Flowers was cast aside by the heavens. Her magnificent vessel was left a savaged husk, her kinsfolk punished by way of being stripped of their minds... Legend has it that the Lord of Flowers wandered the barren wastes for seventy-two nights... Her heels were worn through by the merciless gravel. Her wounds gushed into limpid springs, turning into streams with no boundaries.

Could act as a parallel to Kaveh losing everything he has to create the palace and being homeless afterwards.

Wilting Feast

The Lord of Flowers capitulated to her friend's folly, finding a most admirable rebellion burning within the ambitions of the god. An idea that joined the wisdom of thousands, and the great attempt at binding their dreams to power. What hides here is more than lies, but also the future of humanity, burning like the sparks of hope... Dreams will always dissolve, their landscapes fated to collapse — this is the true meaning of the blooming flowers. Only by suffering through the destruction of a god's delusions can humanity learn to rise against divine will... Just as the stubborn God King orchestrated this secret rebellion, surviving on the strength of individual will alone. However, the Lord of Flowers never knew a love that could be as sweet as wine, let alone the paltriness of human emotion. Brilliant as she was, even she could not easily predict when these little beings would finally realize the truth... "... Have these so-called gods not been superfluous to you since the beginning?"

Oh boy, there’s a lot to unpack here, but I’ll attempt to simplify. 

This is the very culmination of the parallels between Deshret and Nabu Maikata as well as Al Haitham and Kaveh. The main purpose here is that the Goddess of Flowers never truly agreed with Deshret. She could never fully believe in his ideas, yet she stayed by his side anyway in a hope that they could do something truly selfless for their people. This is almost one to one Al Haitham and Kaveh’s dynamic. They will never see eye to eye. Yet they are each other’s mirror, equals in every way.

And like the past, eventually these ideals clashed and the dream died. Deshret, like Al Haitham, chose to do all his work on his own. And Nabu, like Kaveh, did everything she could to be selfless, but could really only watch as her world crumbled. Nabu and Deshret’s love, like Kaveh and Al Haitham's, wasn't sweet. It was chaotic, all over the place, impossible to fully pin down and yet it was still there. After every tragedy, after every hardship, after the times where they believed they were nothing to each other, the emotions there had never grown dull.

The final thing to connect is the question Nabu was asked and the question Al Haitham asked Kaveh.

“How has realizing your ideals gone for you?”

For Nabu, the answer was to design a legacy born of both bitterness at life and the gods, as well as so those after her could live on. For Kaveh, he hasn’t figured out his answer yet.

Secret-Keeper's Magic Bottle

In a bygone time on which the Jinn alone are silent, King Deshret poured his deepest ambitions out before the Lord of Flowers... As the moonlight's visage drifted across ripples within a glass of pomegranate wine, the Lord of Flowers finally succumbed to the persuasion of a friend most beloved. The words King Deshret spoke that night remain unknown to all. Even the eldest Jinn bestow only silence when asked about that which was said. None know what secret desires King Deshret revealed in the dark past daylight, desires that might shock even the wisest of gods. But the Lord of Flowers herself drew enlightenment from the exchange. It had been within her calculus — something long foreseen. . . . "Know this: if there is to be hope in this world, it will be found kindling within mortals most ordinary."

Acts as a parallel to Kaveh and Al Haitham’s project while they were still in school. Also parallels Al Haitham’s closed off self reliance and Kaveh’s desire to give pieces of himself to others.

Connections to Real Life

The only name given to the Goddess of Flowers is Nabu Malikata. And while the first half of her name can’t really be attributed to Kaveh (Nabu being an ancient Mesopotamian god of literacy, the rational arts, scribes, and wisdom), the second half of her name can. Malikata can be translated to the ideogram of the Middle Persian word for queen, MLKTA. More proof of this is found in the Eternal Oasis, in her name is written as “NABU MLKTA” in the in-game Deshret Script, the same as the ideogram of the Middle Persian word.

Kaveh’s name, as I’ve learned (shout out to my friend Cado, who unintentionally helped me with a lot of this) is a very common Iranian/Persian name for boys. That’s just a fun fact, more specifically, the name came from the Shahnameh, or the Book of Kings. The name Kaveh was used for a character in the tale of Zahak the Serpent King, in which the Zoroastrian gods played major roles. 

The Goddess of Flowers, created something known as Khvarena, which in Genshin is a purifying spirit, but in Zoroastrianism, is a concept of a divine power projected upon and aiding the appointed. While it could be considered grasping at straws, reincarnation or being the vessel of divine power could be considered a form of Khvarena in real life Zoroastrianism.

Now, we have no Goetic name or twisting of a Goetic name for Nabu Malikata, we can also lift from Egyptian mythology considering Deshret’s true name is Amun. The consort of Amun/Amun-Ra is Mut, sky, fertility and matriarch goddess said to be born from the primordial waters of Nu.  This could be the proof of Nabu Malikata’s true name as she has been shown to have connections with Egeria, who wielded the power of the Primordial Sea. And, while not directly from Fontaine does have connections to it as his mother moved there.

As for Mut as a name, it could be twisted in Mathim, an alternate reading of Bathin, a demon said to know the virtues of precious stones and herbs.

Conclusion

Oddly enough I feel like this theory is far more concrete than the one with Al Haitham. With references to Persian mythology, mytho-history, and history in both the Goddess of Flowers and Kaveh, as well as the parallels in their stories, the theory actually feels very water-tight. Perhaps my theory with the most proof to date.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact theory #genshin theory #kaveh #genshin kaveh #goddess of flowers #nabu malikata #should I tag the ship? #i'm tagging the the ship #al haitham #alhaitham #haikaveh #kavetham #it's not really about the ship but i do mention it #so this is just to be safe

[filthy-vigilante]

Since the fact that the current bat family ages makes no sense and absolutely infuriates me, here are my headcanon ages

For Bruce a lot of sources have him becoming Batman at 25, that part makes sense but that would mean, on my personal timeline, he would be 44 now and that just seems kind of old to me to still be a vigilante. So I headcanon him as becoming Batman at 22 and adopting Dick at 23. This puts him at 28, for Damian's birth, with Dick being around 17/18 and off with the titans and probably college. It also puts him at 32 for Jason's death. Currently, he's 41

Tl;dr Bruce became Batman at 22, adopted Dick at 23, conceived Damian at 28, and is currently 41

Pre-reboot established that Barbara was a couple years older than Dick, also that she became Batgirl around the time she was starting college. She graduated high school early at 16 meaning she was about 17/18 when she became batgirl. Dick would be around 15 at this time. I've seen some sources say that the events of The Killing Joke (and Death of the Family, which happens a few months after) took place when she was late 20s. This doesn't quite work with the Robins timeline as she was only Batgirl during Dick and Jason's time as Robin. 23/24 makes more sense on the greater timeline. Currently she is 33.

Tl;dr Barbara became Batgirl at 17/18, got shot at 24 and became Oracle shortly after. Currently 33.

Several different sources give different ages for how old Dick was when his parents died, ranging from 8 to 15. We do know that Tim was 3 when he saw Dick's parents die at the circus, so if Dick was 8, the timeline wouldn't be big enough for his and Jason's career as Robin before Tim at 13 takes up the mantel. 12 seems like the most reasonable age for Dick to be for the timeline. This puts him at 18/19 when he goes off to college, quitting the Robin mantle and taking up Nightwing. At 28 he takes up the mantle of Batman with Damian, age 11 as his Robin. He is currently 30.

Tl;dr Dick gets adopted by Bruce at 12, becomes Nightwing at 19 and is currently 30.

Jason's timeline is fairly straightforward. We know he died at 15 and was only Robin for about 2 years. So it makes sense for him to have been picked up by Bruce at 12 and trained for 6ish months and debuted as Robin by the time he's 13. Post death timeline is a little more shaky. He came back to life a few months after his death and wandered the streets for about a year. Talia found him and tried to help him recover, with little results. After about a year or so of that Ra's wants to send Jason away so Talia throws him in the pit. He's around 18/19 at this point. He does travel, training like Bruce did but I don't think it was for nearly as long and he makes his return to Gotham at 20/21. He's currently 24.

Tl;dr Jason became homeless at 10, adopted at 12 and debuted as Robin at 13. Died at 15 and returned to Gotham at 20. Currently 24

Cassandra Cain is slightly older than Jason, by a few months. We know this as she was stated to be 18 in a batgirl issue released in 2004, and a few months later in another comic run Bruce and her visit Jason’s grave and he tells her that it would be Jason’s 18th birthday. With comic timelines this could mean she is anywhere between 1y3m or just 3m older than Jason. Unfortunately I am not too well versed in cass’ history to make a chronological breakdown of her life events. 

 Tl;dr Cass is approximately a year older than Jason. Currently 24

Now that we are further down in the list the ages are a lot clearer. DC was a lot more willing to give specific ages to characters during the era. So we know that Stephanie Brown is firmly 15 when she becomes Spoiler because she states it. We know that she is still 15 when she is pregnant. After this her timeline has no exact age assigned to it except her death. Stephanie died at 16. This was of course later retconned out and she is discovered alive at 17/18ish and shortly after starts her freshman year of college at either 18 or 19. This is also when she becomes Batgirl. 

Tl;dr Stephanie is approximately a year older than Tim and became spoiler at 15. Currently 22

Tim Drake’s ages are fairly clear. He became Robin at 13 approximately 6 months after Jason’s death. He’s a year younger than Stephanie. He takes up the red robin mantle around 17/18

Tl;dr Tim is a year younger than stephanie. He became robin at 13 and is Currently 21

Duke of course is still a relatively new character for DC and one they don’t utilize quite as much as others. They have mentioned his age multiple times in the past several years but is always 16. I do find this hard to let be, as I believe he was also stated to be 16 during the Robin War/We are Robin…. Personally, just to give the guy some range and growth for his age, i do headcanon him as 15 during robin war, where he became a more recurring character in DC and probably about 13 when he is initially introduced. Currently he should be around 17.

Tl;dr DC hates Duke and refuses to think about his age. He was 15 during the Robin War arc, and is currently 17

Damian is another one that is too straight forward as DC is spoon feeding us every next birthday of his. He was 10 when introduced and shortly thereafter became Robin. Most sources state that he also died at 10 but I don’t find the timeline big enough for that so I am going to place him at 11 for that . He was only dead for a couple of months before being resurrected, which would be around 11/12. I believe he just turned 14.

Tl;dr Damian was 10 when introduced and became Robin, Died and resurrected at 11 and is currently 14

TL;DR

Bruce 41

Barbara 32 

Dick 30

Cassandra 24

Jason 24

Stephanie 22

Tim 21

Duke 17

Damian 14

#batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #cassandra cain #tim drake #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian wayne #mp #meta

[neonponders]

Part 24 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🍜

Part 23

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳)

~ on ao3 ~

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“Steve. Explain why you have Christmas lights on bicycles.”

“Because safety,” he answered while putting the tire pump away.

“Uh huh,” Billy hummed skeptically. “Are you sure you didn’t have this prepped up for a date?”

Steve laughed as they waddled out of his garage on the bikes. “Ambiance is everything, isn’t it? You guys tucked in and ready?”

From his pocket came the rallying cry, “Weady!”

“Nighttime smewlls good.”

“Look at our wights on the woad! It’s wike we’re in a movie.”

“You weady, Biwwy?”

Big Billy looked at the littles and smiled at the fluffy collar of small Billy’s aviator jacket and little Steve’s 1920s cocoon coat. “Don’t worry about me. You just stay in there and stay warm.”

“Okay!”

It was not a particularly cold night, but the breeze combed their hair with brisk fingers and fluttered through their jackets. After the initial thrill of movement and wind wore off, the littles started scatting Cyndi Lauper since they didn’t really know the lyrics.

“Bwah. Bwah bwah. Duh duh. Duhn.”

“Nah nah nah! Skee dah!”

“Forw me it’s - ”

“Good ‘nough!”

Steve huffed a laugh and announced, “This way,” for Billy to follow. The melody from Steve’s pocket turned into vocal rumblings as Steve took them off asphalt and onto a dirt road. Soon they steered over as much grass as soil and gravel, finally coming to a tired stop on the hill of the car junkyard. Most of the vehicles were on lower terrain, since tow trucks couldn’t be bothered coming up here, plus it was a safety hazard to pile up cars on a hill without functioning brakes.

“Too many movies,” Billy teased as they stepped on the kick stands.

“Yeah, sure, dumbbells,” Steve countered. “All that muscle isn’t doing much without cardio.”

Billy stuck a sweaty hand into Steve’s hair to shove his head to the side as he walked by, leaving the illuminated bikes behind. “Hey, hey! Precious cargo, here.”

Billy ignored him and commented, “Are we party crashing the homeless’s neighborhood?”

“No, Hawkins only has a couple, and Hopper lets them stay on their streets: Lafayette and Springton.”

Billy leaned against an old pickup as he gazed out over their view of Hawkins, downtown and rural hills alike. His head turned when he heard little Steve coo beside him, “Pwetty.”

He lifted his gaze to the larger Steve. “You move quiet.”

“Gotta be light footed in my house. Just in case.”

Billy huffed, “Sure,” and peeked down at the littles again. Small Steve yawned while little Billy blinked slowly. “Give me those wrappers. You walk around.”

Billy set to wrapping a pair of joints while Steve wandered through the junkyard, catching the occasional lightning bug. Billy heard the littles scream and coo over the insects from afar, terrified and amazed.

“I don’wanna light buwb on my butt.”

“Does it hurt?”

Big Steve answered, “I don’t think so. It’s how they find each other.”

“They don’t sing?”

“Those are crickets and birds,” Steve said, plenty crickets and evening birds around them attesting to this.

“I wike birwds,” little Steve said through another yawn. “D’you think we could wide birwds?”

“I don’t wanna be high up,” small Billy whined quietly, audibly sinking into slumber.

Large Steve murmured, “I sure do,” as he rejoined Billy and accepted his share of green feathers. Before he lit up, though, he hoisted his shirt up so he could kiss down into the pocket.

Small Billy grumbled, “ ‘M not sweepy.”

“It’s for later,” Steve disregarded.

“Mm...good. Cuz I’m not sweepy...”

“Warm enough?”

“Mmhm.”

Steve lifted a triumphant smile to Billy, who loaned his lighter. “How much will you bargain that he dreams of bugs?”

“Nothing, he’s got a shield,” Steve declared before puffing his joint to life.

Billy’s eyelashes were already heavy over his blue irises - looking like clear glass in the darkness. “You’re real confident about a kiss.”

“I’m the dream kisser,” Steve snorted.

Billy laughed at the sky. “The hell does that mean?”

“I’m the stuff of your dreams.”

“You’re a lightweight to this stuff, Harrington.”

“Let me fly a little bit,” Steve scolded. “It’s a fifty-fifty chance weed sends me into an existential spiral instead of a haze.”

Billy hummed a gruff sound of understanding. A lightning bug drifted in front of them. Billy reached a hand out, easily intercepting the lazy line of flight with his fingers. The long black and yellow body recalibrated on his hand before taking off again, glowing in the distance.

Steve crossed his ankles and leaned back against the rusty pickup. For a while, Billy watched the lightning bugs drift around their bicycles, almost matching the warm Christmas lights illuminating their acropolis of the junk heap.

“Thanks.”

Billy had thought Steve relaxed with his eyes closed, but now he looked at him and found those dark eyes on himself. “What are you talking about?”

“Try not to take this as an insult, but. I didn’t expect you to be so good with them.”

Billy wisely chose to diffuse that with an inhalation of sour smoke and leaned back against the truck. “It’s not some talent like you seem to have. I teach kids at the pool. Lifeguards have to be trained.”

“I am lifeguard trained, remember? And I’m an only child.”

“Max and I didn’t know each other until - ”

“I expected you to be better at taking compliments.”

Billy pursed his lips together in deadpan annoyance. Instead of speaking, he taunted Steve but pushing his leg against the back of Steve’s knee that held most of his weight. Steve saw it coming and easily shifted his weight onto his other leg, only briefly uncrossing his legs and rocking back into Billy’s space.

Billy watched him peek down into his pocket to see that the little ones were not disturbed and reiterated, “Still. There’s a reason Hopper brought them to you instead of me.”

Steve scoffed, “Well talent runs out. That’s when skill hopefully takes over.”

Billy chuckled. “Which coach told you that?”

“Swim. He’s right. Talent is beginner’s luck. All I ever did was coast on beginner’s luck. Sometimes it ran out, or I was skilled in things that weren’t actually useful to me.”

“How much do you charge for this therapy?”

It was Steve’s turn to nudge him back. “I’m saying thank you, asshole. For being around when my luck ran out. Somebody with skill needed to be here for them.”

Billy rotated and gripped the lapel of Steve’s jacket, bodily moving him so they faced each other. Steve let him.

“Don’t call me an asshole.”

Steve, the brat, lifted his joint between them and took his time inhaling. “Then it’s butthead.” But then he exhaled upward, making the curl hanging over Billy’s forehead wiggle. Billy watched, dumbstruck, as Steve wagged his own head in Billy’s face, making his voluminous arching hair swish around Billy’s curl.

“We could joust. Or. What’s jousting?”

“You mean sword fighting,” Billy supplied, his voice barely over a whisper.

A dopey smile lifted Steve’s features. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Billy exhaled.

“Yeah.”

Billy couldn’t really say who closed the distance. He lifted his face and Steve’s mouth was already there. Billy’s heart crushed under the softness of Steve’s lips. By the time cold panic tickled Billy’s mind like raindrops from the sky, Steve was already kissing him more, making Billy feel hot all over.

Steve inhaled Billy’s smell: all clean clothes, smoke and sour, and something darkly sweet. Fresh, even. Multifaceted, like the man he let his eagerness kiss and kiss and kiss again; a long burning curiosity finally being quenched...

Satisfaction turned the page into new demands. Billy felt the wet, hot tickle of Steve’s tongue against the seam of their lips. Steve’s brows floated up as Billy’s tongue pushed between his lips. In all the ways Billy smelled good, he tasted better, and the vocalized sigh that came out of him made Steve’s face go slack, free for Billy’s mouth to plunder.

Steve felt himself stir in his jeans, even more so as Billy got a grip on his belt loops and pulled their pelvises flush together. He had no idea when his hands lifted to rest on Billy’s shoulders, but they were there now and one was creeping up to hold the side of Billy’s neck, the basin of his thumb fitting underneath the curve of Billy’s ear.

For how hot and heavy they got, the weed made them groggy and worse -

Steve’s stomach growled as loudly as if a ghost engine had awoken in one of the cars. Billy retreated enough to make eye contact with him. Steve both defended and dodged his accusatory gaze with, “We left the food at home, didn’t we?”

“That was a terrible idea.”

“Will you make out with me after second dinner?”

Billy grimaced slightly. “When we reek of garlic and soy sauce?”

“We already reek of garlic and soy sauce.”

“Oh. Well, that’s fine, maybe.”

“Maybe!” Steve huffed, but it got swallowed up by Billy kissing him loudly and tugging him toward the bikes.

#i'm stealing from my fic Dracula Has a Mullet #the boys ride bikes there too #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #pocketverse #pocket!au #like magnets

[fandomshenanigans]

Minecraft!Reader in a SAGAU World: Introducing the Server!

[Fun fact!: They're all based off old Minecraft skins of mine and a few from former servers that I've joined in the past

Also most of these names came out of a generator since I could not for the life of me, think anything up]

KakuriPierrot (Admin)

- Prefers either Uri or Pierrot as a nickname

- Admin of the Server and father figure to everyone

- The kind of guy who would pull up to a McDonald's drive thru and order himself a single black coffee

- But then he'd loop back and let the kids order what they want because he'd feel guilty

- Exceptional redstoner, exceptional builder, disaster when playing survival on his own

- He's decent at PVP though

- Very protective of server members, to the point where he can be a bit overbearing (he means well though)

- Has a poker face but when the emotions hit him, he is an open book

- He is the calm and sensible type but can also be an airhead at times

Interrorgator

- Prefers to be called Gator as a nickname

- Redstone expert of the server

- They are the equivalent of DocM77 when it comes to both redstone and breaking Minecraft as a whole

- Very dramatic in personality and are kind of a smartass at times

- Godly in redstone, decent in building, decent in Survival (whether on his own or in multiplayer) and they're good at PVP, mainly one on one

- The kind of person who complains when you ask for help but then they go above and beyond to help you with whatever issue you may have

- Undeniably soft for their friends and has no shame when admitting it

257Colors

- Prefers to be called Lory, Seven or Rihanna

- Expert Builder who makes large builds and calls it a 'starter base' (Just imagine Boatem Scar or Pearl, that's the kind of builder she is)

- Incorporates an ungodly amount of pastel colors into her builds, regardless of the theme she uses

- She's hyper and bubbly but she's got some dark and cynical humor

- Short Queen!

- Expert Builder, Terrible Redstoner, decent in Survival as well as PvP

- She's also an expert in potion making and often makes trips to the Nether for Blazerods

LinkinChain

- Prefers Link as nickname

- Explorer and Miner of the group

- He is homeless and doesn't seem too eager to make his own base so he'll bunk with whoever is available

- He will pay you back with anything you'd like within the mines or what he obtained from his constant wanderings

- Metals like iron, copper or gold? You'll find a chest in your kitchen that filled with stacks of the raw metals. Need Diamonds or Emeralds? He pops into your line of sight, hands several Diamonds or Emeralds to you before he disappears again

- He is just gone almost the entire time he's on the server, often disappearing for days or weeks before reappearing again without warning

- The ghost of the server

- An expert in PvP, whether one on one or by group, bad redstoner, Decent Builder (or so he claims) and an amazing Survivalist, both in solo and multiplayer worlds

Realmvanquish

- Prefers Vanny or just Van as a nickname

- Explorer and Builder, also the kind who makes big builds and claims it to be her starter base but then she never makes another build ever again

- Disappears frequently to explore but will stick around to make farms and such

- She also goes out of her way to 'beautify' the area around other people's builds (with permission, of course)

- Has a villager farm set up for most of her materials as well as a few autofarms for things she can't get through villagers

- Is not afraid to get her hands dirty and will work hard as long as the end goal is worth it, or if it's hilarious enough, really depends on the mood

- Decent Redstoner, Pro Builder but is just very lazy, Decent Survivalist and a Decent PVPer, mainly in groups but can hold her own if one on one

- Prefers to use long ranged weapons like crossbows, bows and tridents rather than close ranged weapons

Mind_Ctrl

- Prefers Mind or Cat as a nickname

- An all rounder and a casual player, almost never makes any major projects but is more than happy to join other projects

- Is mostly here to vibe and shall vibe alongside you

- Has like three to five dogs and would often take them with them whenever they go somewhere that's bound to have mobs

- The resident prankster, will target anyone and everyone but if his pranks cause any damage, don't worry! They'll help out with the cleaning process and will replace anything lost.... Most of the time at least..

- Good Builder, Good Redstoner and amazing Survivalist. He can survive just about anywhere as long as he has a tree and some access to water

- Decent PvPer who prefers to set up traps instead of doing face to face confrontations

PeppermintP

- Prefers Pepper or Pat as a nickname, he'd still respond if you call him just about anything as long as it's from his original gamer tag

- PVP expert and bloodthirsty psycho who mastered redstone for the sake of causing even more conflict via traps

- Nothing stays alive when he's within the vicinity with the exception if his servermates make it clear that he can't kill them

- Goes hunting for Woodland mansions a lot for the loot so they're stacked when it comes to Notch Apples or Totems

- He is THE Scary Dog Privilege™

- Feral and will snap at anyone who approaches him but is as sweet as pie with their servermates

- Pro PVPer, Pro Redstoner (mostly for traps and such), Pro Survivalist, Decent Builder

- They have mastered the use of any weapon and miscellaneous items that can kill if used right

- Very fond of TNT Traps and will use it at any time he can

#genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin headcanons #sagau #self aware genshin #minecraft reader #minecraft #minecraft ocs

[lovelybrooke]

Where Am I?

A/N: This is the first chapter of my One Piece fic that you can check out on Quotev. It's a mixture on Genshin Impact and Once Piece, so if you like any of that (and are also okay with soft yanderes) please check it out. Where Am I? (Slight Yandere One Piece X Female Genshin Reader) (quotev.com)

Chapter 1: Strange New Island.

Every day was so monotonous. Wake up, eat, work, maybe shop if you were lucky, go home, eat again, sleep, and do it all again in the morning.  

You’ve been on this island for so long that you are starting to forget what life was like back in Teyvat. You wonder if your friends miss you, if anyone misses you. The thought of not leaving an impact on your world around you makes you sick to your stomach, and you can’t handle it. It’s why you barely left your home, or the shack you call home.  

        It was the cheapest thing you could find, a small house on top of a hill that the mayor of the village was basically begging someone to take off his hands. He saw you, a helpless, homeless wanderer with no history, and took pity on you, shoving the keys into your hands. Honestly, after living there for a few months, you very much believed he just wanted someone else to clean that sorry excuse of a house.  

        The island wasn’t that bad though, the people were nice and sympathetic to your situation. When you randomly showed up one day after a motor shower, a lot of old people were willing to help. Before you got the shack, you were living with this nice old couple and their children. Of course, you spent most of your time working and helping around the house as thanks for letting you stay. The children were nice too, always wanting to play and asking you about where you came from, which is when you would lie and say that you didn’t remember.  

        In honesty, you did remember. You remember studying at the Academia. You remember traveling with Beidou and her crew. You remember the festivals in Mondstadt. But most importantly, you remember your vision, a beautiful Dendro vision, gifted to you by the goddess of wisdom, almost like a confirmation of all the hard work you went through at the Academia. When you crashed on the island, you couldn’t find your vision, which attributed to your distress. For months you would go out into the woods and search, but no luck. You assumed it got taken by the ocean, lost forever. You couldn’t dwell on the past however, you had to go to work. You had a job at a local tavern, mostly marketed towards local sailors or marines coming in. You only cleaned dishes, since the owner thought you were too awkward to be a main server, and you kinda agreed.  

        While walking down to the harbor, you could tell that something big was happening. A lot of people surrounded the piers. You assumed that it was just some marines coming in, so you didn’t bother trying to maneuver your way into the pile of people. Pushing past the people, you enter the tavern and start to get to work, sighing at the tables that are already dirty. 

        “Yah here the Strawhats are here?” whispers someone sitting at a table near you. The person sitting next to them nods with wonder.  

        “Yeah, I didn’t just hear, I saw.” they said almost dragging.  

        ‘Strawhats?’ you wondered, ‘are they some sort of pirate group?’ you assumed so, since not even the navy gets this much commotion. You didn’t really care though. Yeah, the was the potential that the island you lived on was going to be raided by pirates, but it honestly wasn’t your biggest concern at the moment, you had bigger things to worry about, even bigger things than pirates. Rent, food, and finding your vision were at the top of your priority list, and you couldn’t get sidetracked from work.  

        Of course, right when you were getting into a rhythm of clearing tables and washing dishes, the loud bang of the doors slamming open and hitting the walls reverberated in the tiny tavern. You jumped up in surprise, almost dropping the cups and plates that were in your hands.

         “Ahhh, I'm sooo hungry!” you heard someone yell. Assuming it was the person who almost ripped the doors of the hinges, you quickly scurred off into the back, trying to hide from the inevitable chaos that is about to ensue. 

        “Luffy, calm down and careful with the doors.” someone else yelled.  

        ‘So that’s Monkey D. Luffy.?’ You thought. You couldn’t believe that he was some spoiled child. You assumed the other guy was one of his crew mates, but you couldn’t tell exactly who it was as you were in the back scrubbing dishes. You could hear another person walk into the tavern, mostly due to the fact that, other than the groans of Monkey D. Luffy, the tavern was silent.  

        “Hey Chef, get me all the meat you got, okay?” you heard the boy yell out. The Chef gasped, but quickly recuperated and bolted to the back. You watched as he started ordering people around, people quickly getting to work. You sighed and continued to wash the dishes, sometimes peering up to watch the piles of food leave the kitchen.  

        “Hey, _______, the tables are filthy, go and clear them!” you were yelled at, snapping you from your dazed state. Nodding, you wandered out of the kitchen, keeping your head low to avoid the table where the boy and his crewmate sat. You quickly and quietly took the plates from the table, but you couldn’t help but overhear some of their conversation.  

        “Did any of you here about the magician that lives on this island?” The other crewmember said as she ate her food. She was slightly taller than Luffy, with a short orange bob and a calm look on her face. Luffy, with a face full of food, turned to look at her, mouth agape and food flying everywhere. She grimaced at the act, wiping the stray food off her face.  

        “Really?!” your face paled. They couldn’t be talking about you, could they? Of course, people on the island thought you were a magician, or a wizard, which wasn’t completely incorrect. Without your vision, you were able to conjure up some simple spells, but nothing noteworthy, only something you show children around the village. It was defiantly not something a pirate captain would be all that surprised about.  

        “Yeah, the mayor told me about it.” she explained. Luffy’s eyes widened with excitement, which was your queue to leave. As you finished wiping down the tables, you attempted to leave before being interrupted. 

        “Hey you!” You heard Luffy scream, “You’re a local right? Is it true?!” he asked. You turned around slowly and gazed at the boy.

        "Is what true?" you asked in your confusion.

        "The magician, is it true?" He responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

        You didn’t know what to say, everyone was looking at you. You obviously couldn’t tell him that you were the magician he was so excited about. So, you did the next best thing. You lied.  

        “Yes...I mean, yeah, it's true.” his crewmate eyes widened. Your stupid mouth wouldn’t shut, “yeah, she’s a terrible lady. Ugly, and filled with jealousy for all the pretty women on the island.” You watched as Luffy’s mood changed, going from wonder to confusion. The ginger sitting next to him sat up slightly, trying to hear what you had to say. Her face had confusion written all over it.

        “Shes known for stealing the hearts of young boys and eating them to stay young!” you continued, “you should defiantly stay away from her.” You finished, turning back around and walking into the kitchen. Once you were behind closed doors, you sighed a breath of relief. You finished cleaning the rest of the dishes before hanging up your apron and walking out the back, rushing home.  

#one piece #yandere #soft yandere #genshin impact #yandere one piece #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #vinsmoke sanji #roranoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #tony tony chopper #straw hat nami #nico robin #one piece fanfiction #anime fanfic #fanfiction

[parkswritessometimes]

Escapees of IRIS Part 3

[Part 1 ][Part 2]

Chase squints his eyes as the rays of the sun hit his face, waking him from his slumber. He rolls over, spotting his new roommate Jackie sprawled out on the couch. His legs and arms hanging off the cushions with a spiderman comic book half open on his chest. A smile spreads across the former dad’s face at the pure silliness of it all. His limbs all twisted up in sheets, the comforter pushed to the side without a care. Chase has to fight the instinct to tuck Jackie in properly as he gets up. He creeps to the door only letting his toes touch the carpeted floor. He turns the knob slowly and steadily and pushes the door out without a sound.

Chase’s eyes wander around the small living room. He didn’t get much time to really take in the entire place last night. A pile of leather bound books  next to a mountain of crinkled paper sits in a corner, while a bunch of old laptops and red string sits in the other. A bookshelf that looks like it was from the dumpster filled to the brim with comics and old English literature. Framed photographs of everything from silly pictures of Marvin and Jackie to old wilted flowers line the walls. 

The entire apartment smells of cinnamon, nutmeg and freshly chopped wood giving the small place a feel of autumn. Blankets and pillows of all shapes and sizes cover the floor and couch enhancing the cozy homemade feel. Chase dragged his finger across one of the blankets, the fuzzy texture brought a smile to his face. He would definitely be taking that later. 

“Are you just gonna wander like a lost little kitten, or do you want some breakfast?” Chase whips around, a gasp caught in his throat. The green haired one-the magic one- stands in the kitchen, random ingredients strewn about. His smile is gentle and his eyes tired. 

“Marvin. Hey.” Chase gives a small chuckle as he tries to process Marvin’s existence. “You scared me.”

“I get that a lot. Go on. Sit.” Marvin motions to the small kitchen table, littered  with opened envelopes, spreadsheets and pens. Chase moves it all aside as he looks back at Marvin.

“You-You don’t have to pamper me. Honestly a bowl of cereal is fine.” Chase protests as Marvin starts to place each dish down in front of him. Chase has to stop his mouth from salivating as looks over the whole spread. Hashbrowns grilled to a perfect crisp, pancakes thick and fluffy, bacon that will give the most satisfying crunch, and in the middle of it a big omelet stuffed to the brim with meat, cheese and vegetables.  

“Yeah, no. Iris didn’t give you enough food and I think Jackie would kill me if we didn’t go all out.”  Marvin replies, filling his own plate. “Besides, we gotta take care of each other.”

“Take care of each other?” No one had cared for Chase Brody since September 27th 2016. When the ink on the divorce papers dried and Stacy took his whole life away. Why would these two be the ones to change that? Last night was a fluke, something of pity. At least that's what Chase wants to think, needs to think. It will be so much easier when they leave.

“I know you doubt us.” Marvin says, interrupting Chase’s thoughts. “I know that the last few years, hell decades, have put you through the worst of the worst. But Chase, we will protect you. We will keep you safe. I promise.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? Why are you doing this?” That is the one question that keeps coming back to Chase. There was always a motive, a reason. These two can’t be any different.  

“Because you’re like us.”

Chase stares at Marvin, his eyes darting around the mage’s face as he tries to make sense of the cryptic statement. How is he anything like them? What would a drunk homeless man have in common with a mage and a superhero?  Won’t it just be safer to just chuck him back out onto the street? Avoid this mess all together. Chase continues to pick at his food as he mulls over the question.   

“What was her name?” Marvin blurts out, trying to make some conversation. 

“I-I’m sorry what?” Chase stumbles over his words as he tries to process the question.

“Her name, ya know, your daughter?” 

Oh. His daughter. His little ball of pure sunshine and energy. He feels his heart break all over again as memories of her bright smile flooded his mind. Her laugh, her energy. All the daddy daughter dates they’d go on. All the last minute shopping trips for school. Helping her put on the cutest little dresses as Stacy yelled down stairs for them to hurry up. Those were the days. 

“My daughter’s name was Chloe. I wanted to name her Hope, but my wife- Stacy- didn’t go for it, so Chloe was a compromise, cause apparently Chole means hope but I think Stacy might have just made that up.” Chase feels his lips curl into a melancholy smile.The thought of her bringing a sense of bittersweet love into his heart and tears to his eyes. 

“Why Hope?”

“She was everything I could ever hope for. All my thoughts, and dreams, and love, it all shifted in an instant. I became hopeful again.”

“That’s…That’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah, well, she’s gone now.” Chase brings down the fork into his hashbrowns with a force he didn’t know was possible. The table shakes under the force, nearly knocking Marvin’s mug off the table. The wall that had been torn down the previous night is now back up. Good. Keeping these two at arms length is for the best, less heartbreak for all when the inevitable happens. 

The two resume eating in heavy silence. The awkwardness palpable between the two of them. Chase can tell Marvin wanted to say something, anything. Most likely a worthless apology, or even worse a “kind” way to say “if you’re going to be such a dick get out of my house.”. But neither of those came. He watches as Marvin fidgets with the cloth napkin, tying it into knots only to take them apart. Over and over. Guilt crawls up Chase’s spine, an apology was ready on his tongue but right as his mouth opens Marvin speaks up.   

“Jackie and I aren’t blood brothers. But we grew up in IRIS together. We understand what it’s like, losing everything.” Chase closes his mouth shut as he watches tears fall into Marvin’s lap. “I uh-I was taken into IRIS captivity when I was three and Jackie got taken when he was five They-They killed my family, my town, everything I had was gone. I watched them shoot my own mother right in front of me.”

“What?” 

“Yeah, they pillage towns, kidnap kids, tear apart families, and unleash horrors onto the world. Jackie and I, we just try and put back the remaining pieces.” 

“Is that how I’m like you? My family was torn apart and…”

“Yeah.”

“Oh…” It takes a moment for Chase to process everything. They’re all broken. Traumatized men who had every scrap of happiness taken from them. Every family member, every piece of their identity, stolen. Through some crazy fate of the universe they all found each other. He can feel that wall put up just minutes ago start to chip away. 

They are all in the same ocean of grief, waves pounding over their head, the kelp twisting around their legs pulling them down. And instead of tying weights to his ankles, they offered him a lifeboat. A free ride out of the storm and back to land.   

“Hey, good morning.” Jackie yawns as he sits down at the table. “Ooo! Bacon!” Chase watches as this ray of absolute sunshine reaches over the table pushing everything aside to get the breakfast food of his choice. 

“You’re doing the dishes, I hope you know that.” Marvin teases, as the light comes back into his eyes as he looks over at his brother.

“Oh what?! Not fair!” 

“Yeah, it is fair!” 

Chase feels something spark in his chest as Marvin and Jackie laugh and joke with each other. It’s small to be sure, but he can feel it. The warmth of laughter, the joy of words, the happiness that other people brought. He hasn’t felt this in almost two years. 

This flicker of hope, comes to light. His first instinct is to feel guilty, snuff out the flame before it could grow any bigger. How dare he try and be happy again. How dare he try to find love and kindness in a world that has done him so wrong. How dare he try to find peace after what he did. His mind begs him to smother this spark with cigarettes, alcohol and pain. To do what he has always done and leave. Leave everything that caused the little spark to emerge. 

But another part of him begs for this flame to live. To give it a chance to grow a blaze into something bigger. He wants this flame to bring warmth and light into his life again. He wants to throw as much kindling as he could into the little candle and pray it would turn into a wildfire, giving it a chance to melt the iceberg that had become his heart.  He will let Marvin and Jackie bring light into his world.          

 

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Thank you to all my Beta Readers! Literally the only people holding me accountable.

What? Parker posting on time? When they promised?? Is this witchcraft?!

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#Escapees of IRIS #I.R.I.S. #jacksepticeye #writers of jack #writersofjack #chase brody #jackieboyman #marvin the magnificent

[saey707]

Hey is it okay if I request headcanons of Yasuo with fem reader who loves traveling and music (feel free to save for when request slots are open :D )

✿ Prompt: Your relationship with Yasuo ✿

♡ champion focus: yasuo ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hi anon! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) It's my first time writing Yasuo, so I hope you don't mind the approach I took with how I envisioned him! Poor man just needs a big hug tbh (♡´𓋰`♡) PS. I did a short story and put some headcanons at the end. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to request more <3

Intro ♡

For far too long, Yasuo has been on the run. Running from things that scared him and things he knew he was too much of a pacifist to face head-on. In fact, it had grown painstakingly exhausting to always be on the move.

Struggling to fulfill basic necessities that used to come so easy resulted in him growing tired of life. He drank himself into black-out comas most days. On other days, Yasuo was wondering when he'll get the chance to bathe and if he'll have enough to afford a warm meal or a place to sleep. He succeeded in evading the consequences of his actions- or so the crimes he was accused of committing- but he certainly wasn't happy. It's been a long time since he's been happy.

How You Met ♡

It was the day you found him passed out at a table in your favorite local tavern that his life, and your own, changed forever.

You just returned home after a rather lengthy journey through the Freljord, a bag stuffed with scrolls attached to your back, filled with Freljordian recipes, songs, and survival tips you gathered from locals. While you didn't have many artifacts from the region, besides painted skull heads, a flute, and stone arrowheads you were gifted, just being able to connect with the locals was enough.

And when you returned home, you didn't expect your "welcome home package" to include you 1. Defending a homeless man you never even met from an irritated tavern keeper and 2. Bring that homeless man back home with you.

Sure, formal introductions didn’t proceed until the next morning, when the wanderer woke in a cozy bed, with unruly hair cascading down his shoulders and back.

How long has it been since he felt this degree of satisfaction?

The girl at the end of the bed shifted, surprising the man with a pounding headache. It didn't help that she was humming an unfamiliar melody, before finally turning her head, a soft smile gracing her lips. She was... beautiful.

“Good morning,” you greeted him quietly, standing now so you could offer him the cup. Hands out, he slowly took it, confused as ever. "You must be wondering where you are. Still in Bilgewater, just near the better parts. You were at a tavern the night before and... heh.... you sure know how to hold your drink." snickering, Yasuo hummed in response, staring into the cup. The exotic purple color made him... uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous if that's what you're wondering. Its rehydrated junji leaves with kottemarin root. Herbs I got from Ixtal and Ionia." You informed him, stirring your own tea and watching as he drew the cup to his lips. Hands wrapped around the cup, Yasuo tipped the mug up. The warm, bittersweet taste resulted in his shoulders sinking, eyes shut as he inhaled a generous amount of the aromatic tea's sweet scent. It was... the best tea he's ever tasted.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were reading my mind." his tone was low and raspy. You felt your heart sink at his mellow voice- Sure, he looked attractive, but the voice really added to his inherent magnificence.

"Not a mind reader, really... I just meet a lot of people is all." you clarify. "And do you always bring black-out drunks home and allow them to sleep in your bed?" he asked, his brow raised which compelled you to chuckle, shaking your head.

"No, only the cute homeless men."

At that, the stranger smirked, eyes shutting once more as he shook his own head. And, without a second thought, the traveler finally stuck his hand out to you, "I'm Yasuo. Pleased to meet you, stranger."

Bonus: Your Relationship ♡

Yasuo grew really protective of you, to the extent that it became even more common for the both of you to travel together.

You had your ways of keeping him away from the drink; And frankly, Yasuo was grateful for it. While he missed the occasional binge, at the very least it kept him out of trouble... And kept him from waking up in places he shouldn't have been!

He absolutely adores it whenever you lay your head on his lap while he plays the flute!

Whenever the two of you travel together, you are always the one that ends up protecting him (even though he insists that he was the one watching out for you).

Normally, Yasuo was never invested in communities and connecting with others wherever he went. But things changed when you came into his life. You are a lively individual, always seeking out markets and chatting up locals.

Hell, you joined music circles some evenings everywhere new the two of you went to learn new instruments, new melodies, and sounds, along with their cultural importance! And sometimes, Yasuo was willing to try his hand at something new; although, he would rather just stick to his flute!

Expect lots of cuddles and naps whenever you return home with him! It's rare for him to sleep in a comfortable bed, so he'll take every single chance he'll get- especially if it means he gets the opportunity to snuggle up to you!

If Yasuo has nightmares, you always wake up first and are quick to comfort him. Sure, it might not help, considering each time he wakes up in the same sweaty, scared, and forlorn state. At the very least, you can provide him the comfort and kisses he needs to soothe him back to bed.

#saeybaewrites #request #short #headcanons #fluff #lol #x female reader #lol x reader #yasuo league of legends #yasuo lol #yasuo x reader #yasuo lol x reader #yasuo league of legends x reader #league of legends x reader

[windbornevioletta]

Domestic Life HCs with Kazuha, Venti, and Gorou

Kazuha

· As we all know, Kazuha is a wanderer at his core, so he would love to continue this lifestyle even when people suggest that he settle down

· It is more than likely that you and Kazuha simply just own or rent small houses whenever you stay in any region for lengthy periods of time.

· When you are aboard the Alcor, Beidou is more than willing to let you stay with Kazuha (provided that you aid in the tasks around the days).

· When the time comes for Kazuha and you to settle down in a permanent home, most would assume that he would return to Inazuma.

o While he cares for his homeland and cherishes the memories in it, if you were rather taken with another nation, he would settle down anywhere as long as it was with you.

· Kazuha adores gardening and while he prefers not to mess with the natural state of his land, he wants to make sure that there is nothing that could ever harm or startle his lovely s/o.

· Maple trees can be found blooming all over your shared land, and Kazuha always stares at them with a bittersweet look before giving you the sweetest kiss.

· All he really desires is a quiet life with his s/o, with many future journeys to be made, but knowing that they have made a home together that they can always return to.

· Also, this man is a HUGE tease! He will never miss the opportunity to fluster you until you are hiding your face from him.

 Venti

· Man, I know the fandom at large likes to believe/joke that he is homeless or something, but I genuinely think that he has a place to stay. Though he probably doesn’t stay there for long because it’s too quiet and empty and he would rather be around people.

· At least that’s how it is until he meets you, his beloved windblume! Now he can’t wait to rush home after a long day of singing in the hot sun near his statue and just jump into your shared bed with you.

o He especially enjoys repaying you (with cuddles and lovely dates) for bringing him a cold beverage halfway through the long day as you go about your daily commissions.

· Venti really enjoys making his s/o laugh! He always goes above and beyond to coax even the smallest chuckle from your lips, from making silly faces to cheesy jokes to even pulling pranks on various people around Mondstadt.

· He can be serious, though. When he is home with you, he often loses his playful mask and relishes being able to share every emotion with his lovely s/o!

· Dating this lovely bard means that you have allowed the constant presence of music in your life from the sappiest love song inspired by you to the silliest, most cursed creation ever.

· Venti is decent at cooking, but he can and will take over other chores like cleaning and gardening because he believes that his talents in housekeeping lie there.

Gorou

· General Gorou simply wishes for a quiet life with his s/o since the Decree has ended and gets incredibly irritated when anyone tries to mess with that wish.

· Even though the battles are over, Gorou continues his training to keep his skills sharp. He refuses to allow anything to threaten his s/o or him.

· Gorou is known for always going above and beyond for the Resistance, but now he dedicates himself to always go above and beyond for you!

o He remembers every miniscule fact about you and is very pleased if you remember something about him.

o Dates are always astounding with him around

o And he gets very emotional whenever you gift him with anything

· He is very touch-starved because he denied himself physical affection during his time in the Resistance to protect himself both emotionally and physically.

· Gorou gets really flustered with PDA but is practically attached to you in private, from holding your hand during meals to dragging you to the couch for cuddles to holding you close to him as you do chores together.

· Anyway 10/10. Very sweet domestic life with him.

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I actually planned to release this sometime later in the week. However, I couldn’t sleep so here we are. I have a couple more pieces written out, just need to type them up when I get a chance. I hope y’all enjoy this piece!!

#genshin impact x reader #venti x reader #kazuha x reader #gorou x reader #kaedehara kazuha #venti #gorou #x reader #headcanons

[dragon-queensguard]

Nettles, the Last of the Old Dragonriders, and Daenerys, the First of the New

Thought I’d create a post comparing Nettles and Daenerys, two of the best girls with significant roles in regards to the history of dragonriding, since I noticed a lot of similarities between the two, one marking the end of an era, one signaling the beginning of a new.

Both Dany and Nettles have rather humble beginnings. Nettles is a bastard, “growing up homeless, motherless, and penniless on the streets of Spicetown and Hull.” Daenerys is born a princess, and is able to spend the first years of her life in relative comfort under the care of Willem Darry, but things only went downhill following his death:

“They had wandered since then, from Braavos to Myr, from Myr to Tyrosh, and on to Qohor and Volantis and Lys, never staying long in any one place. Her brother would not allow it. The Usurper’s knives were close behind them, he insisted, though Dany had never seen one.

At first the magisters and archons and merchant princes were pleased to welcome the last Targaryen to their homes and tables, but as the years passed and the Usurper continued to sit upon the Iron Throne, doors closed and their lives grew meaner. Years past they had been forced to sell their last few treasures, and now even the coin they had gotten from Mother’s crown had gone. In the alleys and wine sinks of Pentos they called her brother “beggar king.” Dany did not want to know what they called her.”

Not much is expected from Nettles and Dany as they grow up. Nettles is considered an “unlikely” dragonrider, and the people around Dany expect her to serve as a pawn to marry off. Robert Baratheon fears her, but it’s less a fear of her herself, and more a fear of whatever sons she might bear, her potential to continue the Targaryen line.

But Nettles and Dany both defy expectations. Nettles is able to tame Sheepstealer, a notably ill-tempered dragon, who kills many of those who try to claim him before Nettles. Dany survives all the trials of her childhood, and the ones that follow in the first book, and brings dragons back into the world. Throughout all the challenges that continue to be hurled her way, she persists and she survives.

Then you have to consider the feat of taming and training dragons. The Targaryen royal family had centuries of experience in claiming and riding dragons, and an abundance of resources in doing so. There were people around them to teach them and guide them. Dany and Nettles have none of this. Nettles presumably only knows what she hears by word of mouth, but she still comes up with a plan to feed Sheepstealer and get him accustomed to her presence. Dany lives in an age where dragons have been dead for over a century, hearing a few things from her brother about them, but little in regards to their care and training:

“And they must be trained as well, or they will lay my kingdom to waste. For all her Targaryen blood, Dany had not the least idea of how to train a dragon.”

She quickly develops the “dracarys” command, though, giving her control over one of the most dangerous and volatile aspects of her dragon children. When she throws herself into the pit before Drogon, she’s operating on instinct, putting her life at risk in order to subdue him. When she flies upon his back, she does so bareback, using the whip at first, and then just her hands and feet later. Nettles and Dany conquered the feat of riding dragons all on their own.

Admittedly, we don’t know very much about the personality of Nettles, but she does share traits with Dany. Both are caring and empathetic, with Dany putting others before herself countless times throughout the books, and feeling sorrow at people’s suffering. Nettles is crying after the Battle of the Gullet, where thousands were killed, including Prince Jacaerys. But in addition to their sensitive sides, both Dany and Nettles are fierce as well, with Nettles flying Sheepstealer into battle and Dany conquering cities (in addition to countless other examples of her bravery). Both end up leading people who are known to value strength and proving your worth, Daenerys with the Dothraki and Nettles with the mountain clan.

Then you have the enemies of Nettles and Dany who try to cheapen and vilify their accomplishments by declaring them the work of sorcery and seduction:

“‘She is a common thing, with the stink of sorcery upon her,’ the queen declared. ‘My prince would ne’er lay with so low a creature. You need only look at her to know that she has no drop of dragon’s blood in her. It was with spells that she bound a dragon to her, and she has done the same with my lord husband.’”

Vs.

“‘Sweet?’ Qavo laughed. ‘If even half the stories coming back from Slaver’s Bay are true, this child is a monster. They say that she is bloodthirsty, that those who speak against her are impaled on spikes to die lingering deaths. They say she is a sorceress who feeds her dragons on the flesh of newborn babes, an oathbreaker who mocks the gods, breaks truces, threatens envoys, and turns on those who have served her loyally. They say her lust cannot be sated, that she mates with men, women, eunuchs, even dogs and children, and woe betide the lover who fails to satisfy her. She gives her body to men to take their souls in thrall.’”

(I have my doubts over whether or not Rhaenyra actually said this about Nettles, but if not her, certainly somebody was saying this kind of garbage about a bastard girl who dared to ride a dragon.)

Nettles’s story ends with her on the run from a monarch, and that’s how Dany’s story begins. Nettles flies away into the relative unknown, and her disappearance with Sheepstealer coincides with a weakening of Targaryen power, the extinction of dragons, the loss of magic in the world. This all sets the stage for Dany’s story, who, unlike Nettles, is in a better position to turn back and face those who want her dead. Far from exiting the scene, she’s stepping into the spotlight as she rises to power, bringing back all the things that disappeared alongside Nettles.

Anyways, just some similarities between two amazing female characters, both representing very different points in the story of dragons and magic in ASOIAF.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #daenerys targaryen #Nettles #asoiaf meta #my meta #writing isn’t my strong suit so just bear with me #but yeah i love my fierce dragon girls #and i feel like im missing stuff between these two but im tired of writing

[space-mermaid-writing]

Delivery for 177A Bleecker Street

Summary: Most people just walk by the Sanctum’s doors without noticing it. While this is a gread security measure, it also raises questions when Stephen and Wong want to order food and have it delivered.

Tags: fun, slice of life, don’t take this too seriously, delivery persons deserve a lot of credit

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 2.1k

Author’s note: It’s been a while since I had a stupid writing idea and put it down on paper immediately.

Delivery for 177A Bleecker Street

Danny was cleaning the counter when a new order came in online. He passed it directly to the kitchen, the rag still in his other hand, when his eyes fell on the delivery instructions and he frowned. They had to be kidding.

But a glance at the bottom of the receipt told him that the order had already been paid up front. So it would be an expensive joke if so.

"Cate!" he called to his co-worker, who had worked at Ginger Noodle way longer than he. Maybe she had more of a clue.

Cate stepped next to him and looked at the delivery instructions:

Address: 177A Bleecker Street

Added note: put the bag down at the corner of 181 and 175

„Oh, yeah, they ordered before,“ Cate told him. „Max will know.“

Max, the delivery boy, must come across some strange instructions on his tours.

„Are they homeless?“ Danny asked. He couldn‘t think of any other reason why they didn‘t simply name a doorbell to ring.

Cate shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. But they always pay up front, so I don't really care if it's a raccoon ordering."

That was one way to see it. And Danny was in charge of the counter, not delivering orders. Still, he couldn't get that weird instruction out of his head.

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Stephen dropped onto the couch, groggily. Wong, who closed the portal behind them, also looked exhausted. Although he kept a bit more of his composure as he sat down on an armchair. But he also grunted in satisfaction – and pain – when his back hit the cushion.

„Let‘s never do that again,“ Stephen muttered.

„Agreed.“

Exorcisms weren‘t fun in general and even less if the demon managed to break out and possess one of them. The evil spirit had been a slippery one. Stephen had let his mental shields down for only half a second to warn Wong of an incoming attack and the demon took advantage of that to possess him.

Well, the two sorcerers still managed to banish it in the end. (Stephen was glad that Wong was too exhausted to scold him for his carelessness)

The demon had consumed a lot of Stephen‘s energy and he felt like he was starving. He needed food. Preferably immediately.

„Ginger Noodle‘s?“

„Naturally.“

When he thought about what they stored in the fridge, he shuddered. No way he would open that door.

Therefore he pulled out his phone to order something, but his hands were shaking. With his low blood sugar even worse than usual. He couldn‘t seem to bring up any more magic to stabilize then. It hurt just to type in the code to unlock it.

Fortunately, Wong saved him by leaning over and snatching the phone out of his hands. „Let me take a look at the menu. I heard they have a new dish.“

It was a weak excuse. They almost always ordered the same dishes. But Stephen didn‘t point that out, since he was glad not to have to move his fingers anymore.

Wong swiped and typed, but after a few minutes he frowned. „Ginger Noodle‘s closed.“

„Closed?“ Stephen echoed. They couldn‘t just close. It was their favorite place and they didn‘t ask weird questions.

Wong confirmed with a hum. „Due to a holiday.“

Stephen wasn‘t aware of any holiday but he also wasn‘t exactly sure what day it was. So it was entirely possible that it was a legit reason.

It should be around spring… his eyes wandered to the nearest window. There was a blue sky, barely any clouds. It was sunny but some people were still wearing jackets. Yeah, definitely spring. Early summer at most.

Wong spoke up again. „We could order from that other place around the corner.“

„No,“ Stephen protested weakly but firmly. „I refuse to eat anything coming from a place called ‘THAI TANIC‘.“

Regardless of his own last name and his job, Stephen did not appreciate stupid puns.

„Well, we have to eat something.“

There was a short pause when both men looked at each other while – again – thinking about what was left in the Sanctum‘s fridge.

„Fine,“ Stephen gave in. „But I will despite every single bite of it.“

„I‘m sure your food will know your disdain towards its vendor and act accordingly,“ Wong said in his yet driest voice while googling the place.

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The phone rang.

„Thank you for calling ‘Ginger Noodle’. This is Danny speaking. How can I help you?“ The young man was proud of his customer voice. He had practiced for a long time to make it sound like he was highly motivated and this wasn't just a part time job while he went to college.

The person on the other end of the line sounded slightly annoyed and very tired. „Hello. I tried to put an order online to have my food delivered, but it always shows me an error message.“

„Yeah, I‘m really sorry about that. The server‘s down and it will probably take a day or two for them to fix it. You can put your order with me though and pay when your food gets there.“

There was a short pause.

Then, „You wouldn‘t be able to find my door.“

Danny rolled his eyes and gestured to the cook to hurry up with another order. „I assure you our driver has a one-hundred percent success rate. Max has found any door so far. You can leave the specifics with me and I pass them through. What‘s your address?“

„Bleecker Street.“

That made Danny perk up. Could it be? He took a look at the phone but of course there was no clue of the person he was talking to.

"That's not too far from here actually. Which number?" He tried to get more information. It could be a coincidence, but there was the small chance Danny was currently speaking to the odd 'leave the bag at the corner of two buildings on the middle of the sidewalk' person that ordered food at least once a week.

There was another pause and Danny thought that the man maybe had fallen asleep or just walked away from the phone (both happened more often than you would think) when the other man spoke up again.

„I can also pick the order up and pay cash, right?“

„Absolutely.“ This time the enthusiasm in Danny's voice was not fake. It meant that he would see the person. The mystery would finally be revealed.

He wrote the order down.

„It‘s ready in twenty minutes. Can I get a name for it?“ This was absolutely not necessary, but Danny was too curious to resist. He snuck every piece of information he could lay his hand on.

„Doctor Strange.“

Danny‘s eyes were beaming. Of course! It sounded so very fake, but considering who he was talking to it seemed just fitting.

After hanging up, he passed the order to the kitchen and told them to prioritize it.

The next twenty minutes couldn't go by fast enough. Danny stowed the order in a plastic bag and placed it on the counter, eyeing the door every few seconds to catch any first glimpses of that mysterious person, whose secret he was about to reveal.

Fortunately, no other customer was in the shop and the phone was silent too. It was that small window between lunch rush hour and dinner that allowed the staff to each take their breaks one after another.

It also left Danny with nothing to do but to re-organize some stuff. He knew how to keep himself busy while looking like he was working hard.

Then there was a sudden shriek from the kitchen and when Danny turned around he saw through the serving hatch the cook holding his hand as if it had been burned. The man cursed as he stumbled back, bumping into a stack of take out containers as he did so.

Like in a cartoon, the tower wobbled comedicly slow, before it fell over – onto the cook.

For a second Danny just watched. Then he rushed to help, not hearing the faint hiss on the other side of the counter, nor seeing the golden sparks. Instead the young man helped pick up and re-stack the containers while the cook tended to his hand. (It wasn't bad, he had just gotten to the hot wok carelessly).

Just then, Cate returned from her break and saw the mess. Shaking her head, she ignored it and went to the front. Only to be back a second later.

„Hey, someone left twenty dollars on the counter.“ She held the bill in her hand, questioningly.

Danny looked up. The money had certainly not been there when he left. „I don‘t…,“ he started but than noticed that the plastic bag with the order was gone. He rushed over to check if it fell on the floor, but that wasn‘t the case.

„Did you see someone picking up an order just now?“

„No, just the money.“

Danny blinked. Twenty dollars was enough to cover the food, it even left a small tip. He couldn't believe he had missed the customer.

Weird, normally a bell rang in the back when someone entered through the front door.

Danny can‘t help but think this was just another mystery of the Bleecker Street orders.

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Stephen was sitting in the library. A book hovered in front of him, the pages turning with a single movement of his finger. It was a quiet day, almost lazy, if Stephen would ever know these kinds of days and he spent the time reading.

He sat in a comfortable silence. Only the rustling of the cloak's fabric, that was draped over his lap like a cat and the low buzzing of magic in the background that was ever present in this building, was hearable.

Somewhere in the Sanctum, Wong was taking care of the relics, dusting them.

Stephen was not often able to relax. It came with the title of the Sorcerer Supreme and with the burden of protecting reality.

The city outside was as hectic as ever, but thick stone walls and magic shielded the inside from the noises. Once upon a time, Stephen had liked the hustle and bustle, but since his time in Kamar-Taj, the sorcerer had learned to appreciate the quiet as well.

Suddenly something interrupted the silence, when something shifted in the aura of the Sanctum. A second later, there was a knock at the front door.

Stephen frowned. Visitors were rare and usually meant trouble. He stood up. The cloak of levitation also shifted and rested on his shoulders. With the next step the sorcerer stood in the foyer and opened the front door.

On the steps of the Sanctum stood a young man with a take out bag in his hand. "Delivery for 177A Bleecker Street."

Stephen eyed him warily. „Why can you see this door?“

Although Danny’s voice had been uncertain a moment ago, he didn't back down. Instead he straightened his shoulders as he looked at the man in front of him. The guy wore a cape – this had to be the address he was looking for. It was the weird worded question that made him speak with more confidence.

„To be honest, I‘m not sure. I looked everywhere for 177A but not even in the tattoo parlor next door they knew nothing. So, I was ready to leave the bag between 181 and 175 like in the instruction but when I turned back around there was suddenly this house.“

He tried to pry behind Stephen, but didn't see much except a big staircase.

„Huh,“ the sorcerer said eloquently.

„Are you Doctor Strange?“

„I am.“

The bag was taken from the student's fingers, but it wasn't Strange’s hands but the cape’s corner.

Danny stared at it dumbfounded. A piece of clothes that moved on its own?

The door was being closed and would have been shoved right in his face, if Danny hadn’t taken a quick step back. He didn‘t even get a thank you for delivering the food, but the young man was surprisingly okay with that. He had finally solved who was behind the weird order instructions of Bleecker Street.

Even though he now had even more questions than before.

Stephen, meanwhile, walked up the grand staircase shaking his head, glancing at the food he had ordered online earlier. He decided to recheck the wards of the Sanctum later today.

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Danny smiled the next time an order with special instructions came in online.

„Bleecker Street. You know where the door is. (Mind the Boggarts. They bite.)“

Danny worked the counter but would do an exception for one kind of food delivery: the strange one.

#Stephen Strange #Doctor Strange #Wong #imagine Doctor Strange #imagine stephen strange #SpaceMermaid #SpaceMermaid writing #delivery for 177A Bleecker Street #marvel #mcu #mcu prompt #Mytic Arts #master of the mystic arts #Ginger Noodle #I read Thai Tanic and had to include it

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Please 🙏 tell me abt all of your au’s omg omg pls, I wanna hear all abt them and the lore you got for them /gen

A,,all of them,,?? *stares at paper* I-,, okay,,??

So we’ll start with my main two since they’re the ones I’ve made known and will be easier to sum up first

Homeless!AU

Based on the ‘what if’ question of: “What if Vegan-Su didn’t help out Sheriff & defended him during the scene where their locked in a cage & Sheriff being a mutant has been revealed to the whole group”

Basically, I’m this Au, Vegan didn’t help out Sheriff in convincing the others that’s he’s still the same person regardless of being a half mutant. So once they’ve escaped & gotten the mushroom they just..kick him out. No real remorse or empathy. They don’t try to hear him out or anything. They just make him leave.

He does leave without a fight or anything, after all he’d unfortunately been expecting this outcome. And it’s not like he can really go back to the life he lived before so he hangs around the abandoned city.

Nothing is being done to prevent his mutation anymore aside from the occasional stealing vegetables from his old friends so it spreads (slowly) up his arm. He also ends up being able to understand the mutants unique language & speak it.

With a growing addiction to coffee beans, a hoodie that he found in the dumpster and no friends he lives his life in the city for a few months, at some point during that Shooter starts coming to the city to try and find Sheriff, feeling incredibly bad. Sheriff doesn’t particularly blame Shooter (though he still does partiality) he actively avoids Shooter and any potential interactions.

I’m a bit unsure on how to go about the group seeing Sheriff once more and the angst that will follow with, I’ve tried writing out some possible drafts but nothing seems to stick yet.

ZA!Au

My most recent in this list actually, it’s basically a post apocalyptic world filled with zombies and there’s no saving the world or anything like that, the story mainly just focuses on the group slowly building trust and a family they care about.

It starts off with just Sheriff, a 20 year old man who’s a known wanderer, never staying in one place for too long and never getting close to people, he stops at one town to stay the night and that’s where he meets Shooter where, against his will he enjoys the company of and quickly sees as a friend. He pushes those feeling down for the time being though.

The story (imo) truly kicks off once Shooter decides it’s a good idea to steal from this town. The townspeople are not fond of this at all and find stealing punishable by death because of scarce resources. So they’ve got Shooter at gunpoint, on his knees begging for some kind of mercy (it’s around the middle of the night I feel the need to add). Sheriff who was previously asleep sees this shit going down and it sets him off. I’ll spare most details but just know he gets his hands on a lighter, a car and a shitton of gasoline.

Shooter and Sheriff run (drive) off and end up at Brutux’s place, a guarded lighthouse. Going against anything they’ve ever heard about this guy they enter seeking refuge for the night, which they get. It’s pretty calm despite everything.

Until the next morning when the trio wake to yells of guards down below and a lot of crashing. Turns out two people (Vegan and BP) are stealing supplies and are getting away with it too. Brutux drags Sheriff & Shooter along to catch them to pay off him letting them stay the night.

They catch BP and Vegan at some point, probably when their in the fortress/lab thing. Surprisingly the sibling duo offer to let the trio stay with them since it’s high up and much safer. And despite the suspicion they agree.

There’s a lot of mistrust in the start but slowly. Like snail pace slowly they build up trust.

In this Au, Ryan and Dr. White are both dead fully, both being turned to zombies. With Ryan being killed by a 15 year old Sheriff but not before biting him, leading to Sheriff cutting his own arm off with an axe. And Dr. White being killed by Began & BP, having forced his children to kill him.

Time loop!Au

This one is a little under a year old.

It’s an AU where Sheriff is forced to repeatedly die during the final confrontation with the SM, the SM killing him each time (before the reveal of him being Ryan I should add) he’s got no idea why he’s being forced into this, at first being in denial, thinking he’s dreaming up until the fourth loop.

He keeps track of his deaths on a wall in his room in the ship, carving into it with a knife. There’s hundreds of marks, each signalling another death. There’s a small corner in amongst his tally’s. For when he ends the loop early.

Any scars that may’ve been obtained during a previous loop stay with him for all other loops and becomes normal in future timelines. How does he figure this out? When in one loop the SM fully takes his eye out before killing him. He wakes up and can only see out one eye. No one asks him about it.

Eventually he tries telling someone (I’m still not saying who 😈😈). He tells them everything, about the loops and his deaths. They think he’s crazy at first. At least until he shoots himself infront of them and they come running into his room, panicked he was dead. So now two people know.

That’s as far as I’ve gotten with this one, it’s been awhile since I’ve thought about it, might needa dust some cobwebs from my mind.

Hero!Au

The Au title speaks for itself. It’s a hero Au. In a world where powers exist, hero’s and villains do also.

Sheriff and Shooter are popular vigilantes, both being the laws nightmare and best friend. They help out with things though their method of doing so is sometimes questionable.

Sheriff has electricity based powers and pretty powerful ones at that, people with electricity powers are pretty high up on the danger scale given just how much they can do with their abilities, though it differs depending on the person.

For Sheriff he has to constantly have electricity in his system and so more often then not you may catch him sticking a fork in a socket and just,,absorbing the electricity. He’s capable of causing power outages if his powers are too much on the fritz. So yeah, not someone you want as an enemy.

Shooters abilities (if he truly has any) is unknown to the public, he’s Sheriffs partner in crime vigilante work and is responsible for all their tech and weaponry. Some people theorise that his ability lets him create almost absurd things from pretty much nothing (ima spoil it, it isn’t that)

Vegan Su, BP and Dr. White are all hero’s, top ones at that. Well less so Dr. White since he’s more focused on science and things rather than being out there actively saving lives. I’m yet to decide on hero names for the sibling duo and abilities for them.

Brutux is a villain but not your standard super villain, more so a criminal who deals with illegal things like drugs and certain weapons. He actually gets along quite nicely with our Vigilante duo and doesn’t tend to bother them as much.

Max and Jim are Sheriff and Shooter when their not out being vigilantes, the two work at a fairly small grocery shop (think IGA small- size wise I mean) and their manager is Brutux playing civilian (known as Alex to them) obviously Shooter, Sheriff & Brutux aren’t aware of each other’s double life identities since they do well to keep ‘em hidden. The truth may eventually come out though.

There’s a little bit of betrayal in this Au because at some point, Vegan pretends to be a vigilante to get close with Sheriff & Shooter- either to recruit them as hero’s or arrest them for several crimes.

That’s all I’ve got so far for this Au, like the time loop it’s been awhile.

Okay this is a very long post holy hell. And there’s one or two that I’m yet to talk about but currently my hand is cramping from typing this all up on my phone so I’ll do them tomorrow after school. This took like,, an hour to write ☠️☠️

Anyways though, hope you’ve enjoyed my insanely long ramble on my Au’s that I would never have shared if not asked to (I don’t really mind, the only reason I never shared them is because I came up with them all and thought it’d be too many & people would get annoyed at me for having so many but this fandom is starving, I don’t think people mind if I’m Au central™️/hj)

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