#so i’m kinda behind on good dwarf trios

[velvet4510]

#sorry i haven’t read the hobbit as much as the other books #so i’m kinda behind on good dwarf trios #lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #the hobbit #lotr poll #tolkien legendarium #first age #third age #beren and luthien #huan #frodo x sam x rosie #aragorn #legolas #gimli #thorin oakenshield #fili and kili #merry and pippin #treebeard #boromir #faramir #eomer #imrahil #gollum #gandalf #elrond #galadriel

[pangtasias-atelier]

Dragalia Digest

Well, I come after several months with a story for a game that I’m sure none of y’all play lmao but I am not immune to stoic green dragon man that got me desperately playing Dragalia for a few weeks lol

This was originally meant to be a short story but it just kinda got longer and longer so here’s a 4.8k story about a really, really, really big Midgardsormr. Though the fat content isn’t like the entire story cause I just do that for some damn reason lol

WARNING: This story is a fat kink story. So like, if some rando finds this and you still click on this, that’s on you~

“Uhh, were we expecting any visitors?” Careful to shield his eyes from the blazing gaze of the sun, Ranzal peers up at the sky. Looming over his much thinner and shorter companion, the built mercenary stands besides Luca.

“None whatsoever,” The blue haired bunny archer stares at the small shadowy speck in the distance. His arms remain crossed as his line of vision follows his partner’s. “And it’s just the two of us guarding today,” A grin spawns across the width of his face from his thoughts. He reaches for his quiver and delft slots an arrow into his bow. “So, we’ll shoot now, ask questions later!” His shit eating grin plastered onto his face, his tongue sticks out a fraction of an inch.

“We ain’t doing that,” Ranzal swings his open palm down onto Luca’s head.

Luca’s bow and arrow immediately plop onto the floor as he nurses his aching head. “That hurt!” Gritting his teeth, his eyes return to the ever-encroaching shadow in the sky. He continues to grumble under his breath about his pain all the while he watches.

Ranzal ignores all of Luca’s comments, his mind more concerned with the vaguely familiar approaching figure. The encroaching figure’s speed far faster than either could ever hope to achieve running, it only takes a mere extra few seconds for Ranzal’s brain to process the figure. “You almost shot at one of the Greatwyrms, you idiot!” The crisis averted regardless, Ranzal still picks a fight with Luca for his recklessness.

“You’re the idiot who doesn’t know his own strength! It would’ve all worked out regardless!” The two facing each other, Luca on his tip toes in a poor attempt of sizing himself up to somewhat compare to Ranzal, a feat that Luca has no hopes in achieving, they completely fail to ignore the complete disappearance of the day’s calm weather. Light breezes of winds pick up, the blades of grass and other fauna swaying in the sun’s light. Their shouting match more important, their focus only returns to their original issue upon the two almost losing their footing from a particularly strong torrent of wind.

Their eyes widen as the wind Greatwyrm Midgardsormr flies above them by only a few feet; their eyes only widen further as a figure jumps off said Greatwyrm.

“Looks like I finally reached my favorite descendant’s humble abode,” Alberius outstretches his arms with a cheery grin. His eyes roam across the expansive open field only to find nothing but interspaced buildings.

“Euden ain’t here right now,” Ranzal decides to clear up Alberius apparent confusion.

“They all left for some training along with all the dragons, so it’s just good ol’ Ranzal and me here guarding the place,” Luca’s chest puffs out in pride.

“A fine duo for guards indeed. Then I will gladly help defend the castle grounds. It is the least I can do during such an impromptu visit,” The sun seemingly shines directly behind Alberius, his entire radiant figure gleaming in the light as his hair flutters in the wind behind him. However, he suddenly clears his throat. “Though my partner here is in need of-” The ground trembles upon Midgardsormr’s descent. Though a crash landing is more apt, a sizable indent in the ground where he let himself fall. “Mids just needs some rest, so a room would be much appreciated,” His voice picks up in speed and pitch. Midgardsormr glares at Alberius for using his nickname.

“The place where dragons usually hang out is all empty so I can show Mids over there while Ranzal shows you to a room in the castle,” Midgardsormr’s glare towards Alberius intensifies.

“No need,” Alberius raises an open palm in the air. A small chuckle escapes him with a small grin. “If I wish to foster better relationships between dragons and humans, then what better way to show those ideals than cohabitation? I shall rest and watch over Mids,”

“If you could point us to a building that would be much appreciated,” A light strain mars Midgardsormr’s voice yet he keeps a straight face throughout his fatigue.

“It’s that group of buildings over there,” Ranzal points behind himself, large similar looking buildings not too far off in the distance.

“Thanks,” With a quick wave of goodbye, Alberius takes a quick pace ahead of the trotting Midgardsormr, the Greatwyrm keeping a speedy pace as well.

“They sure are in a hurry,” Luca huffs to himself. His brows furrow.

“They’re probably just tired from all the flying, that’s all,” Ranzal smacks Luca in the lower back. “Now, back to patrolling,”

Luca dutifully marches beside Ranzal. The duo once again all alone with their unexpected visitors resting, the two joke back and forth amongst each other, Luca regaling about possible new tricks to use on their teammates upon their return. Their patrolling turns out to be more formality than anything. Soon, the sun begins its slow descent and the two call it quits. Upon their return to their rooms, the two pause in their tracks as a quick clang rings out.

"Questions first, shooting later," Ranzal stresses with a whisper, his eyes staring daggers at Luca. Luca simply sticks his tongue out. The svelte archer nimbly makes his way towards where the noise came from as Ranzal follows behind him.

Luca immediately stops upon turning another corner. He makes no noise when Ranzal bumps into him from behind from the unexpected stop. Listening in on their intruder, Luca's ears twitch. A clear lack of concern from their intruder is evident from the turned-on lights and humming, Luca remains still. The sound of rolling wheels adding to the noise, the intruder finally steps out.

Alberius pushes out a cart chock-full of varying plates of food. With a quick flick, he turns off the lights before bustling on down the hall with a pep in his step.

"Must have company over or something," Ranzal scratches the side of his head.

"Regardless, we're following him," Luca announces, his shoulders tense.

"Luca," Ranzal outstretches his hand, the limb hanging in the air above Luca's shoulder, Ranzal not used to hearing the archer sound so serious.

"I was saving that carrot cake for a rainy day," Luca cries out, wrapping his arms around Ranzal's waist as he buries his head in Ranzal's chest. "It's not fair,"

"Dumbass," Luca clinging to him for his dear life, Ranzal simply carries Luca by his ass. Following Alberius from a distance, he follows him all the way back to the buildings the dragons sometimes reside in.

Alberius none the wiser, he even leaves the door open.

"Quit your moping. It's not that serious," Ranzal pries Luca off of him and puts him back on the ground. "They were tired when they got here, so they were probably also low on supplies,"

"But so much food? Including my carrot cake," Luca dejectedly stares at the floor.

"Well, Midgardsormr is a dragon so he probably needs to eat a lot. I'll go and buy you a carrot cake at the market another day, my treat,"

"Deal!" Luca immediately cheered up figure perks up. "I've never seen a dragon eat before, so I'm not passing up this chance," Luca drags a willing Ranzal behind him. Though the two immediately stop at the scene that awaits them.

Midgardormr’s true form no longer in sight, he currently takes advantage of his human form. The change between forms is of no shock to Ranzal or Luca, Midgardsormr having elected to use his human appearance often, his new figure is the kicker.

Dwarfing even the size of his towering, built draconic form, Midgardsormr’s human form is, for a lack of better words, fat. The rooms constructed with dragons’ large frames in mind, Midgardsormr’s lard happily occupies every available inch. So many engorged, heavy rolls make up the entirety of his bloated body. A decent sense of proportions is somehow maintained despite Midgardsormr’s elephantine figure. His stomach large enough to smother a trio of beds pushed together, the pale oceanic blubber oozes on down onto the floor. An overwhelmingly large amount of fat swaddling his body, the lower roll making up a portion of his stomach is smothered by the upper tube of fat right above it and even smothers and obscures his navel. The middle roll of fat is wider to the point that one would find it easier to grab someone by the waist than to grab its love handle. The roll of fat right above it not as massively wide, it instead rests comfortably atop the roll below it. Still rather wide as well, the extreme width of said roll’s love handle is comparable to that of Ranzal’s bicep. His chest impacted from his new size just like his crushing gut, two bulbous sagging mounds of fat reside where a chest once was. Each breast alone is larger than a person’s head. Each one larger than even Midgardsormr’s bloated face. Both tits splay out to the side, the uppermost roll of his stomach making a fine bed for his pillowy breasts as they noticeably sink into his billowing fat. Connected to his great doughy chest is his numerous amounts of neck folds and extra chins, each smooshed up against one another and the lowest one even spilling onto the upper crests of his breasts. Connected to that is his face, most of the space taken up by his blubbery over bloated cheeks sagging with fat. His face hard to make out in the vastness of his corpulence, the main indicator of his face lies with his vibrant long mop of rich green hair that cascades down in between the crevices and folds of fat lining his back. His hair flowing onto his tail, his tail is completely invisible from the front with so much fat blocking the view. Two horns stick out on top of his head, though those are no longer as prominent as they once were with fat pooling around it in all directions. Midgardsormr’s arms bulge out on both sides of his face, the two pillar-like appendages forced at an angle from the bunched-up fat from the sides of his stomach. His arms are completely useless with both being unable to budge a fraction of an inch. The upper portions of his arms surpass the width of a tire. His elbow basically absorbed in his own arm fat, his forearm is far less as wide as his arm yet is still equally swaddled in so much fat so as to be incapable of movement. His wrist follows suit, the doughy circular mass of fat affixed to his forearm while also nearly swallowing his fingers. So bloated, the sausagey fingers are basically the only portion of his body that Midgardsormr can move, albeit for short periods of time. The entirety of his arms billowing in lard, his shoulders are practically nonexistent from being buried under so much flab. His back is covered in a litany of rolls just like the rest of his body; the flabby landscape is akin to a rolling field with the numerous mountains and valleys for folds of fat. Each fold cascading and jutting out alike, none of them compare to his couch sized ass cheeks. The shapeless lard stuffed ass pools out onto the floor behind him. His tail runs down the middle of his ass, the once large tail absurdly small in comparison to the extreme width of his ass. It rises into the air like the rest of his figure, so much bad placed on top of more fat to give the appearance of rising dough. His ass jutting behind him, his immovable elephantine legs jut out on both sides of his body. His great stomach takes up as much space as needed, his legs splaying out at somewhat of an angle as a result. Bits of what could be described as his inner thighs seep underneath his stomach however, most of his legs press against the doughy sides of his gut, rolls on his thighs and rolls on his stomach intersecting to create new folds of fat that seemingly mesh together. The entire length of his barrel shaped legs presses against his stomach with his fat having nowhere else to go. His thighs caked in vast amounts of fat, the width of one thigh alone surpasses that of even the largest of doorways. His shins sink into the mass of fat that is his thighs. His feet are in the same predicament, most of them swallowed by the quicksand of fat. Every single inch of Midgardsormr packed with copious, overly exaggerated piles of fat, Midgardsormr’s mammontine body is a caricature of a caricature.

“I brought you some food Mids,” Alberius is ignorant of his two guests. Unable to wheel an entire cart up the rolling hills of fat comprising Midgardsormr’s body, he instead carries the serving platters in his hands. He carefully navigates the oceanic pile of blubber that is Midgardsormr’s body, obviously used to doing so numerous times. Trekking upwards, he perches himself atop Midgardsormr’s breast, nestling his back directly in between the folds of fat where his arm and necks and cheek meet. Alberius rests the extra serving platter on Midgardsormr’s free breast. “This’ll help you get back your energy,” Alberius pats his round chipmunk cheeks with a smile. Alberius pauses as he notices his silence and the bright red blush adorning his face. “What’s wrong? You’re usually begging for-”

“We-” Midgardsormr wheezes out in response. “have guests, “He averts his gaze away from the dumbstruck Luca and Ranzal.

Alberius whips his head around. His eyes go wide. “I’ll be right back,” Patting Midgardsormr’s arm, he climbs down. Luca and Ranzal still outside, Alberius first closes the door as he steps outside. Or at least tries to, Midgardormr’s blubbery stomach wedged in the middle of the doorway. “Hello,” Alberius starts off rather meekly, the smile on his face only half formed. “I’m sure this isn’t something you expected to see,” He gives a weak chuckle before letting out a sigh. “Look, please keep this to yourselves. Mids is rather embarrassed about the whole thing,”

“How soft is he?” Piping up, Luca completely ignores Alberius as he stares behind him.

“Huh? Well, he’s pretty soft, I guess?” Alberius fumbles his words.

“I doubt he’s more than just ‘pretty soft’,” Luca walks past Alberius, his eyes purely focused on the soft, fleshy pile of lard in front of him. His grubby little hands press down into Midgardsormr’s stomach, his entire wrist and more sinking into it. “This is way better than soft! Hey Ranzal, you gotta try this!”

“What do you think you’re doing!” Voice rising in intensity, Midgardsormr panics as Luca lets himself fall into his stomach. “Stop your ridiculousness,” Midgardsormr attempts to squirm, however he only succeeds in wobbling the entirety of his fat around, rolls of lard sloshing into one another.

“He’s even got a vibrate function,” Luca teases with a content sigh.

Ranzal still with Alberius, he merely sighs. “So, curse got him or something?” He gestures towards Midgardsormr.

“Not exactly,” Alberius hesitates, focusing on using all his brainpower for what to respond with. “He, just kinda really enjoys human food,” Alberius shrugs, awkwardly laughing.

“Oh,” Ranzal stares at Midgardsormr who is struggling against an eager Luca.

“Yeahhhhh,”

“So, you’ve been feeding him so much he got this big?” Ranzal raises a brow.

“W-well we both enjoyed it so it just kinda happened! Only his human form is affected from all his eating so we kinda reasoned it’d be fine, and it is. He looks rather dashing like this if I do say so myself,” Beginning to regain his gushing nature over Midgardsormr, Alberius gives a confident grin. His teeth gleaming, his eyes are closed as he speaks next. “So, I’d be grateful if you don’t say a word to anyone about this,” A response not given, Alberius opens his eyes. The spot in front of him devoid of another person, Alberius turns around.

“You sure do like to eat huh? Well, lucky for you, I’ve got plenty of recommendations for good stuff,” Ranzal in front of Midgardsormr’s oozing stomach, he grabs a serving platter full of meat. “Looks like you probably know way more about food than me at this point,”

“Great idea, Ranzal!” Carefully navigating himself off Midgardsormr’s overly plush and soft, cushiony stomach, Luca joins Ranzal in fetching him food. He focuses more on grabbing sweets and treats rather than the hearty filling of meat like Ranzal.

Alberius stands with his mouth slightly agape. Not expecting such a rather positive reaction from the two, his confused eyes gaze up towards Midgardsormr. His eyes gaze back down at Alberius and instead of confusion plastered all over his face, embarrassment mars the wide, doughy landscape of his cheeks.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” A bit of panic seeps into his voice as he stares wide eyed at the two overeager men. Encumbered by the mountainous pile of flab making up his body, his only hope for assistance is Alberius, the man too surprised to help him out.

“Giving you a helping hand,” Ranzal plops himself down where Alberius once was. Holding his tray with a shocking amount of delicacy, the overflowing tray manages to avoid a single spill as its holder makes itself comfortable in between the crevice of where Midgardsormr’s chins, arms and chest meet.

“Yeah! Hafta make sure you’re nice and full; you’re our guest afterall,” With an abundance of cheer and pep in his voice, Luca gladly takes a seat on the other side of Midgardsormr akin to Ranzal’s position. “Your partner sure brought you a ton of food. It must take him forever to feed it all to you. We're just speeding up the process,”

“I do not mind the time it takes for Mids’ appetite to be sated. His stomach rivals the depths of the hungry sea and I have placed it upon myself to aid him,” Alberius gloats to himself, proud of his nonsensical statement. “Though on the other hand...” Alberius turns his attention even further away from Midgardsormr’s predicament as he finds himself increasingly lost in his own thoughts.

“Alberius!” Midgardsormr shouts, a slight huff to his voice from the mere effort. “Do so-” The rest of his sentence becomes muffled nonsense as Luca shoves a forkful of his carrot cake into his mouth.

“See, he’s fine with it. Just relax already, big guy,” The serving tray resting on his lap, uca pats Midgardsormr’s tube of fat for an arm.

A generous portion of cake placed into his mouth, zero words are needed to coax the embarrassed, reluctant dragon. His hunger always creeping up on the back of his mind, he obediently chews on the mildly sweet and moist dessert. Despite the heaping helping of cake, it only takes him a few moments for it to all go down his greedy gullet. A slight chill escapes his voice as he speaks next, a clear, obvious contentment to his bashful face. “I am not-” His sentence once again ends up rendered pointless with another serving of food offered right to his mouth, this time by Ranzal.

“If ya got time to complain, then ya got time to eat,” Ranzal grins and watches Midgardsormr chew through the half portion of steak, his bulbous cheeks wobbling to and fro from the simple act of eating. Ranzal leans back into the comfort of Midgardsormr’s arms and cheeks, his bulk sinking into a fair amount of his plush body.

“I,,,,” Quickly finishing the second offering, Midgardsormr struggles to get a coherent thought out, his stomach doing most of the thinking for him. His half-lidded eyes switch between Ranzal and Luca. Even that movement is groggy and sluggish, as if any sort of movement is foreign to him. “I’m hungry,” Huffing out the words, the last portions of his embarrassment scream at him, yet his stomach thanks him as more food finds its way into his cavernous mouth.

“Happy to help, big guy,”

“All you had to do was say something,”

Midgardsormr finds himself unable to even come up with a retort to either of them, his mind simply focusing on the delectable dishes offered to him as he gobbles them all down. A generous portion of food enters his mouth only for another to be promptly stuffed inside the instant he finishes the former. Ranzal and Luca offering the barest of times in between each offering, Midgardsormr finds zero complaint in such a speedy stuffing. His oceanic gut churns as it craves more and more food, the numerous servings of food already stuffed inside him merely a start meant to whet his appetite. Human food having such an effect on him since his very first taste of the cuisine, he simply found himself unable to get enough of the food. Alberius far too eager to feed him, Midgardsormr’s appetite directly grew alongside his waistline. With two people eager to stuff him full of such delicious food, his stomach yearns for more. As when Luca finds his tray devoid of any food, Midgardsormr mentally whines at the minimal break in pace, Ranzal’s speedy stuffing still not enough. Or when Ranzal goes to fetch him more food as well upon Luca’s return, the two planning their switches to keep a steady pace of food going into his mouth at all times. And he eats it all willingly. Far too willingly, his body basically begging for every morsel they toss his way. Until the food ends up all gone, an entire cart’s worth of food able to serve as a veritable feast stuffed inside the expanse of his stomach. A bit of a huff escapes past his lips, his flushed rounded cheeks huffing and puffing for air.

Alberius remains completely ignorant to the current ongoing events. The rather loud huffs coming from Mids and the increasingly loud churning in his stomach falls on deaf ears. He merely paces around a bit as he continues to mutter to himself. “It does take me a rather long time to feed him,” He paces around a bit. “And that’s just for one feeding,” Alberius’ concentration only breaks upon hearing Midgardsormr’s needy voice.

“Alberius,” Mids whines. He breathes heavily, the entire mass of food sitting comfortably in his stomach. A tiny spackle of food smears his lips and cheeks.

“Yes,,,” Alberius stares wide eyed at Mids. He instinctively steps forward a few paces before he ends up right in front of Mids’ stomach and places a gentle hand on the upper lip of one of his many rolls.

“I’m hungry,” The statement leaves his lips as plainly as he thought of it, his aching stomach craving and wanting for me.

“No problem! I’ll serve you,,,,” Turning to the cart, he freezes mid step. His mind races as he comprehends that the entirety of the cart has been devoured.

“Don’t tell me you thought that was enough to fill him up,” Luca chides as he cheerfully lies on top of Midgardsormr.

“He’s been practically begging all this time. Seems like he’s been holding back quite some time,”

Hearing the implication, Midgardsormr goes to speak only for him to find no words, his face flushing a bright vibrant red.

“Mids,,,” Alberius elects to speak instead. His own face matches the intensity of Mids’ blush. “I’ll bring you all the food I can!” Storming off in a rush, a fervent intensity in his step.

The overall rather silent atmosphere of the night ends up disturbed a few minutes later as Alberius’ soft grunts sound out. His figure approaching, he comes with two carts this time alongside a bundle full of an assortment of bread. “This was,” Alberius takes a pause to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he takes in several gulps of air. “This was everything I could find,” A radiant smile illuminates his face before he goes to place as much food as he can on a serving tray. Upon grabbing as much as possible, he climbs up the roll ridden hill that is Midgardsormr’s body. He gently moves aside Midgardsormr’s mane of green hair before sitting on the plush rolls of back fat. Able to get a better view of Mids’ face, he peers down at him with a gentle smile. He brings a bread roll to his mouth, Mids’ devouring it whole. “You should’ve told me you haven’t been feeling full as of late. You always brushed me off when I asked about you being so tired often,”

“I’ve been eating way too much lately,” Mids takes another bread roll. “You’ve been spending so much on food just for me,”

“That’s it?” A small snicker escapes past Alberius. “Seriously?” His snickering erupts into laughter. “Mids, it’s more likely that you’ll eat everything before I run out of money,”

“You don’t have to be so blunt,” Mids murmurs.

“I’m sorry but it’s true. And if you’re worried about me spending too much, just know that your happiness is worth more than anything else,” Bubbling laughter still escaping him, Alberius reaches for more food with a renewed vigor. “Now, to make sure you actually end up full tonight,”

His fear turning out to be completely mundane, Mids holds back his remark at Alberius’ placating yet loving remarks. Both from embarrassment and from having his mouth being stuffed with food. The two’s conversation over, Ranzal and Luca get off Midgardsormr to grab some more food as well. Not having been used to two people feeding him yet adjusting to that quite well, he finds no issue in adjusting to three people impatient to stuff him. His cheeks caked in fat, the jutting mounds of flab hide the ridiculous amounts of food stuffed inside his hungry maw at all times. Barely able to keep up with the supply of food, his mouth sluggishly gives each dish a few chews before swallowing it to make room for the next batch of food coming his way. So much food packed inside, the individual flavors and textures jumble together. Yet his addiction to human food is all the same, Midgardsormr greedily devouring it all while still wanting for more. His stomach is so vastly bloated that even as he slowly begins to feel his aching hunger subside, the hill of fat appears no different than before, zero tautness in the blubbery expanse of his gut. However, before he can fully claim himself as full, Alberius’ loving face peers down at his.

“Sorry to say, but we’re fully out of food,” Both hands gripping the tip of Mids’ horns, Alberius leans down for a quick peck, his face neatly slotting itself between all of Mids’ fat. “Did you end up full at least?” Both Ranzal and Luca gone, the two having left after confirming there was no more food in the entire castle, Alberius goes to make himself comfortable. He lies down in between the jutting crevice of Mids’ chest where each moob juts out to the side. He rests his head right on Mids’ multiple folds where his chins and necks mold together.

“Almost,” Mids admits, a slight bit of sadness sounding in his voice.

“Wait, seriously!?” Alberius’ face turns a violent tinge of red. “That’s kinda hot,” He admits as his hands rub at as much of Mids’ expanse as they can reach. “Then next time I’ll make sure to get you enough food to where you’re begging me to stop feeding you,” A small yawn makes it past Alberius’ lips. The infectious yawn worms its way into Mids’ mouth before he lets one out too; the entire expanse of his body jostles and jiggles from the action, Alberius taken along for the ride as the human bed shakes beneath him.

“You better,” Mids merely replies, the overtaxing churning of his gut making him rather drowsy.

“Once we make it to Hinomoto I will,” Alberius lazily pats whatever fold of fat his hand rests on. “If we leave first thing in the morning, we should make it in a few days,”

“Deal,” Letting out one final prolonged yawn, Mids begins to snooze off, his entire body rising and falling with each breath he takes.

Come morning, the two guards find zero trace of their visitors besides a completely barren kitchen and a hefty bag of gold.

“So, what’re we gonna say happened?” Luca scratches the side of his head as he stares at the vacant room where Alberius and Midgardsormr once were.

“We go out for drinks, then we replenish the pantry,” Ranzal happily holds up the bag of gold in his hand. “Then we split the rest that’s left,”

“Deal!” The two head off on their merry way to enjoy their day, yesterday knight a pleasant experience decided to be kept as their little secret.

#dragalia fats #i dont know what to tag this lmao #my writing #fat!Midgardsormr #ssbhm #maleweightgain #fatfiction #weightgainstory #fatkink

[darkicedragon]

Ep 11 thoughts

Still took over two hours from watching and typing this up, and 1k altogether. Because of course it is. XD;;

> Lord/Lost child - Okay, when I first saw this, I thought this might have been about Rael, ahaha.

> Raskreia’s smiling? That was so weird. XD - Also with her Big Innocent eyes. It was weird seeing her like that, ahaha.

> Was also worried this was going to be another flashback episode, ahaha. Glad that it wasn’t.

> Kei’s so tall. I love it, haha.

> I’m still confused over how Regis and Seira are supposed to know Rai came from the coffin.

> Raskreia actually using mind control? - But can barely get into Seira’s mind, when Seira’s super young in comparison and not into her full power yet. - But I guess Seira has a full soul weapon?

> Pfft, Rael giving his report when he’s been in the human world for like, two hours, and definitely didn’t properly check things out.

> Aaaand there goes Seira, oof.

> ‘Rajak, you will interrogate Gejutel about what we have just discussed.’ So uh, is that torture or more mind control?

> ‘I will preserve order in Lukedonia’ By imposing your rule and trying to control everyone through mind control and fear of death, yes, very good.

> Yeeey, the plane! - Wooo, they kept what they could of the trio sneaking in, pfft. I wasn’t really expecting them to keep the pillow bit, since it’s such a small scene with little impact, considering how much they cut of everything else.

> Oh yes, Rai, Frankenstein and Regis definitely left the trio behind. 8′)

> That room the Clan Leaders are talking in is so extravagant, wow. - Poor Kei can’t fit in the hecking chair though. XD - Compared to Ludis, who looks like he’s dwarfed by his chair, aha.

> But why are there so many candles right behind them. Right next to books, nooooo.

> ‘Gejutel would never betray the Lord’ - After, you know, he betrayed the previous Lord by not following them to eternal sleep. But I guess that’s maybe manhwa only. Still, they haven’t explained why Gejutel didn’t actually follow the others.

> Where the fuck did Rajak flash step in from. XDD It doesn’t look like there’s doors behind them. Just suddenly, ‘poof’ he’s right next to them. They couldn’t even have him walk in from the side?

> This scene really just looks like some 90s anime spread, where the characters are posing.

> Rozaria and Tao would be friends through nailpolish. ;-;

> Okay, there are two doors at the front of the room. Away from where Rajak zapped in from. XD And the clan leaders are apparently staring at an unlit fireplace. - I guess that’s okay since they have soooo many fire sources right behind them, ahahaha.

> Damn, Frankenstein broke his plane in half. XD

> Regis looks so dang tired/freaked out. XD;

> Forbidden region - They didn’t hide the mansion, which, fair, wasn’t really needed. - Or hide the room Ragnorak was in. - - Which kinda amuses me now, because like. Raskreia is super pissed at Rai, and her dad dies, and there was no...investigation for proof or anything? Just insta ‘No-one is allowed here’. Because just. Damn. They could have so easily found the other half of Ragnorak that way. XD;;; Unless only Rai’s powers could open the door, but I’m sure they could force it open.

> That door is hyyyyuuuuggggeee.

> Rai opening it with his power did look terrible though, pfft.

> They kept Ragnorak’s design at least.

> Damn, they just teleported Regis into the next scene, aha.

> ‘Can’t let you get in the way’ - Eeeh, don’t think I like this one. I preferred it when it was out of trying to protect them from Frankenstein. XDD Or maybe that’s what it was meant to be, but they didn’t elaborate.

> 8O The mask came off!

> YESSSSS, THE TRIO. They kept the great introoossss, yesssss.

> Tao’s so great. ;w; This whole scene is great. - Not really expecting them to explain how the numbers were assigned though, ahha.

> ‘So we need to do our job now’ Awwwwww. qwq Except they’re being paid to protect the school and its students, BUT ANYWAY. Frankenstein, Rai and Regis are part of that. I’ll take it.

> Shame they didn’t include the reason why Frankenstein was giving them an updated D drug. XD But at least they kept the T2, ahah. ....But not the explanation, but I guess that’s self-explanatory, ahah.

> ....How did Rai and Frankenstein find out about Seira and Gejutel.

> Wait. We’re having the Noblesse conversation NOW? - And also in front of Regis, which is hilarious. XD - I guess it’s a good thing that T2 know that now though.

> ....Noooo, M-21 still doesn’t know T2 wanted to be enhanced for him. ;-; That could be an off camera scene, but I wanted to see his reactionnnn.

> Rai. Could you please clarify and explain, at least to your family? No? Okay.

> ‘Would you want to associate with a criminal?’ Rai. Rai. The trio are MASSIVE criminals. And Regis is now a criminal because he attacked his own people. XDD

> Ow, the Lord spending with Rai over Raskreia.

> Noooo, they took out the trio waking up at the hospital. ;-; - We don’t get to see M-21′s development of resisting mind control, or T2′s nightmares, or even how that area deals with all the shipwrecked people. - ...They haven’t mentioned this is in the bermuda triangle, hahahaha.

> ...Yeah, fair, Gejutel raised everyone since they were all kids when their parents died.

> Raskreia running? That’s not a very elegant, noble thing to do.

> .....Ow, yeah, fair about her reaction to hearing her dad ask Rai to be the Lord. - I like how they’ve expanded her backstory. At least, it makes more sense than the other adjustments the writers have tried to do previously.

> Wow, Gejutel actually told her. - And by doing so, is proving that he’s more loyal to Rai than her, whoooops.

> Seira’s still unconscious? Dang. - Nope, never mind. XD She’s awake now.

#noblesse #liveblogging noblesse anime

[lostinfantasies38]

Sun Touched Chapter 1: A mage, a warrior, and a dwarf

Alistair watched her out of the corner of his eye as she walked into the ancient stone ruins. No, she didn’t walk – she prowled. Dark eyes shifting constantly, wary, hesitant, not trusting that something didn't lurk in the shadows of the toppled stone. Her leather clad fingers fidgeted nervously, just itching for an excuse to rip her daggers from the sheathes strapped to her back and he was sure there were other blades concealed elsewhere on her body.

Alistair swallowed a little thickly in between his verbal sparring with the mage as she filled up the space next to them. He could feel the tension rolling off her like a tidal wave, but it was no match for his own, as he tried in vain to keep his gaze from flicking to her.  He could only pray that she wouldn’t notice his distraction. She didn’t; she was too engrossed with her examination of their surroundings.

A mage, a warrior, and a dwarf walked into an elven ruin – it sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.  He shook his head to drown out his inner idiot, playing it off as minor annoyance when the mage exited the conversation in a huff. He was forced to turn his attention to her now. There wasn’t another person to pretend to be engaged with.

Alistair was awkward at the best of times, but around women he was utterly hopeless. He was vaguely aware of saying something stupid about the Blight bringing people together and she frowned deeply, cocking her head slightly in appraisal, sending his stomach plummeting to his feet. Maker, he wished the earth would open up and swallow him.

She was slow to respond, but he didn’t rush her - too mortified of saying something equally ridiculous. Instead he studied her: dark hair braided halfway down her back, the rich brown a match to her fathomless eyes, a trio of geometric tattoos in black stamped across her cheeks and down her left eyelid. But the starkness of the marks on her fair skin were offset by a generous, full mouth that very suddenly pulled into a quick smile. Her eyes flashed with amusement, the gold hoop in her nose glinting with the movement. Alistair’s heart raced at the impish quality that expression lent her face.

 Shit, shit, shit.

“You are a very strange human. Not entirely wrong…just strange.” Her gravelly voice washed over him, the raggedness falling from such lovely lips surprising him, yet still alluring in its huskiness. Alistair smirked and tried to keep his tone light.

“You are not the first to tell me that.” She snorted and crossed her arms over her bosom that wasn’t fully contained by the layers under her leathers and he swallowed hard again.

“So…you’re Duncan’s new recruit?”

“Call me Sirra. You are Alistair?” He nodded and held out his hand to shake hers. She leaned back, wary again, and he quirked an eyebrow at her hesitancy. Taking a deep breath, Sirra lowered her arms and cautiously extended her hand to his, but she gripped him higher around the forearm instead of his hand and gave him a single, firm shake before releasing him. Nervously, she tucked a nonexistent strand of hair behind her ear out of habit and refused to meet his eyes.

“Right,” Alistair cleared his throat, trying to ignore the heat on his arm where her gloved fingers recently touched him. “Let’s go meet the rest of the recruits. Duncan has a task for us.” She merely nodded and fell into step with him. He noticed that she fell behind him when they walked down the second ramp depositing them back into the main camp. She was trying valiantly to keep up with his long stride on her shorter legs and he cursed himself mentally for being an ass, immediately reining in his steps so she could keep up.

Sirra was flushed when she reached his side again. He shot her a small smile and muttered an apology, but she dismissed it with a shrug. They reached the center of camp where Duncan and the others awaited them. The Warden-Commander quickly informed them of their task for the evening before the Joining could take place that night and then they were off to scour the Wilds for darkspawn blood and mysterious Warden treaties.

It was Alistair’s first time with any of the recruits in battle and he was nervous how they would work as a team since he didn’t already know their strengths and weaknesses. He knew that Ser Jory was a seasoned warrior and Duncan had raved about Sirra’s prowess with her daggers in his letter, but Daveth was an unknown. Oh, well – he could pick up the slack, if he needed to.

No sooner had they entered the dense forest outside the camp then a pack of starving wolves descended on them and he heard Sirra suck in a shocked gasp, but she kept her wits. A flick of her wrist and one of the hidden blades he suspected she carried flew into a wolf’s eye, taking it down instantly and tripping a couple animals that followed. The four of them made short work of the beasts.  Daveth and Sirra used stealth and brutal backstabs in vital organs to debilitate and the warriors finished what they started with massive swings and slamming shield.

Yanking her throwing knife from the first animal, the dwarven woman wiped down her blade and used the time to collect herself.  None of the men said anything – afraid of embarrassing her, or worse, making her so angry they found themselves staring at the pointy end of her weapon. Once it was tucked back into place, she finally turned and blew out a shaky breath.

“What. The. Fucking. Ancestors. Were. Those?”  It was the first time Alistair heard her break up her words, as she tended to string them together, and they sounded harsh in her low pitch.  Her barely concealed fear was obvious.

Daveth barked out a laugh and then stopped when no one joined in and he stared at her in shock. “You’re serious? She’s serious?!” He turned to each of them taking in Ser Jory’s uncomfortable blush and Alistair’s glare as understanding dawned and he looked at Sirra sheepishly.  “I’m sorry. I-I thought you were a surface dwarf…”

She shook her head and crossed her arms defensively, nervously swaying from one foot to the other.  Ser Jory was the first to find his tongue in the awkward silence.  “Wolves, my lady. They roam wild places like this and hunt in packs.”

Sirra frowned. “Wolves.” She rolled the strange word around her mouth and bent down to examine one more closely. “They kinda look like the beasts in camp…same teeth.” The dwarf shivered a bit and stepped back from the sharp canines, as though expecting one to still bite in death.

Alistair shook his head and reassured her. “No, the war hounds only bite enemies. They are loyal and domesticated.  These are wild creatures and will attack anything.”

“Okay.  Good to know.”  She finished wiping down her main daggers and re-sheathed them without making eye contact with her human companions.  “Let’s keep going.  I don’t want to make us fall behind.”

Alistair studied her closely during their foray into the forest. He realized belatedly, like Daveth, that she would have no concept of life above ground and he wondered what would cause her to leave Orzammar. The surface must be completely alien to her. He watched her jump at the whistle of a bird or howl of a wolf and it opened his eyes to see the world the way she did. Her eyes flicked to the sky and he noticed her nauseated expression which lead to her occasional need to steady herself against a tree trunk. Curiously, she examined the crumbled bits of bark left in her glove after pressing heavily on the loose tree casing.  Sometimes she stared into the branches, following stray patterns of light that the sun cast through the leaves into the murky undergrowth with her dark eyes.

Maker, how strange things looked to him now. No wonder she had been so hesitant when she entered the ruins earlier. Everything was foreign and untrustworthy until proven otherwise. It was hard to believe that until two weeks ago, she’d never seen the sun, never felt the wind on her skin, she didn’t have a word for ‘tree,’ much less an understanding of them.

Yet, when it came to combat, she was a whirlwind of flashing blades and grenades – a silent Mistress of Death. The men were careful to stay out of her way to avoid accidently coming too close to the woman’s fighting perimeter, as wolves and darkspawn alike fell under daggers. Alistair spun to help her with the final darkspawn archer on the ridge, but she planted her foot in the creature’s back and shoved it off her blades with a soft grunt. Slipping the vials Duncan provided from her pack, she quickly slit its wrist and filled the three vials with the thick, foul smelling blood. Smiling in approval at her, Sirra couldn’t help returning the grin as she stored the vials and continued their trek. He noticed that she didn’t even put her daggers away now, idly running her gloved fingers along the hilt, waiting for the next band of spawn to attack.

He was curious if she’d fought the creatures before or if they were new, too. Either way, she dashed fearlessly into the next group they came across, warning her companions of the traps that littered the ground. Reaching into a pouch on her belt, she tossed a handful of metal shards, triggering the line of traps across the bridge and disappeared into a cloud of smoke only to reappear behind the darkspawn mage.

Alistair barreled around the clumsy hurlock the others were capable of dispatching and ran to her aid. The emissary roared when her poisoned blades sank under his ribs, but before he could turn his fury on her, Alistair was there. Swinging his shield, he caught the darkspawn’s jaw with the edge of the hammered metal. The move stunned the creature and Sirra peppered it with jabs and cuts, twisting the daggers slightly with each removal so the wounds bled faster while Alistair swung his sword deeply along its front.

Even weak it fought tooth and nail, summoning a magical cage to snare the warrior and squeeze around him, seeking to crush the life from him. Alistair watched fretfully when the mage swung his staff and caught Sirra on the temple, sending her stocky frame skidding along the ground. The corrupted creature chuckled darkly covered in black blood, as his quarry struggled to regain her footing after the hit. She managed to rise and growled something he couldn’t make out. The mage shot a bolt of lightning at her and she was too slow to completely evade it, hissing as it scored her right side and tore through her leathers.

Where were the others? Maker damn it! He couldn’t move, he could barely breathe now, and that emissary was acting far too alive for his liking. A ball of fire erupted in the creature’s palm, but before it was able to lob it at his target, a throwing knife buried in its wrist and it screamed in surprise, fingers unclenching and dropping its staff. Of course, it could still cast, but it would be difficult for it to concentrate through the pain and in that moment the spell holding him broke. Alistair took a deep breath, but didn’t bother to chug a health potion before he rammed the spawn with his shield and knocked it to the ground, toppling with it in his weakened state. He managed to stay on top of it and hold it down, but he was too weak to do anything else.

Before the creature could regain its senses, Sirra was there and the sound of her honed blades whistling through the air sent a shiver down his spine.

“Alistair? Are you okay?”

He stared at her and the blood pooling near her hairline, smeared by her unmarked eye where she’d rubbed it with her hand and wondered why she was wheezing. He opened his mouth to reply and dark blood bubbled over his lips and he realized in some fuzzy part of his brain that he was the one struggling to breathe.

“Fuck! Hang on!”

He wanted to laugh at the way that crass word sounded coming from her pretty mouth, but the world was darkening around the edges of his vision and noises were quieter than before. Someone tilted his head back and forced him to drink something – Maker, it was bitter! Who in the Void distilled that ale? They should be fired – immediately.

His body was gently eased down and he landed on something soft and warm and he was tempted to give in to the darkness, until the warmth of the potion flared in his broken body. His ribs realigned and the puncture in his lung began to knit itself together before suddenly stopping. He coughed when he breathed too deeply and spat another clot of blood as voices (damn, those were loud) demanded another drink. Ugh, no – he wanted to protest, but words failed him and yet again he was forced to drink more bitter plonk.

The heat was back, chasing away the chill he’d been tempted to give in to, and finished repairing the extensive damage caused by the emissary’s cage. Alistair’s hearing attuned first and he could hear the sounds of birds singing in the distance as he slid his hand up to his chest, breathing deeply to make sure there was no pain. He released the breath slowly with a quiet sigh of relief. It took a couple extra heart beats before he realized his head was laying in someone’s lap causing his breath to hitch again.

Nervously, he cracked his eyes open and met Sirra’s concerned gaze. He smiled wanly and tried to sit up, but the world was still wobbly and she gently pressed him back down and shook her head sadly.

“Be still. You may be a warrior, but you aren’t indestructible. By the Stone! You know that you are crazy, don’t you?”

He chuckled weakly and gave a listless shrug. “Couldn’t let you get roasted on your first day.” Her lips quirked at the corners and she glanced away quickly, but she gave his hand a tight squeeze.

“Thank you,” she breathed so quietly he almost missed it. A new kind of warmth suffused him then and sent wriggles of anxiety deep in his gut. From his current angle, he noted her feminine nose and jawline and traced her tattoos with his eyes. A broken ‘s’ on her right cheek, a rectangular bar ending in a sideways ‘g’ on her left cheek, underneath an obelisk pointing into her hairline and extending under her eye, with a small ‘g’ shaped open space over her eyebrow. She had to be tough as shit to sit through that one.

Her beauty was edged with danger with those unconventional markings, but it was there and Maker, he found himself willingly ensnared by her deadly mien. It seemed he was not immune to the allure of danger when it wore a pretty face and fought like a rabid marbari.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered. This time when he sat up the world was only slightly off-kilter and he needed to regain his distance from her soft curves and gentle touch. Once he was standing, he extended a hand to help her rise and caught sight of the dried blood still on her face. It had been shadowed when he was on the ground and in his state, he’d forgotten about her own injury. Now he frowned softly and lightly touched the side of her head with his fingertips. Sirra hissed and jerked her head away from the contact. He shook his head with a quiet ‘tsk’ and passed her one of his own potions. She nodded in thanks and swallowed it quickly, not even grimacing at the taste and tossed the bottle in the bushes.

The others rejoined them now that he had collected his weapons and they continued up the incline to the ruins on the hill where Duncan was sure the Warden treaties were stashed. They all groaned to see the next band of darkspawn milling around the crumbling building, but readied themselves. This time, Alistair issued orders for a plan of attack – the warriors would focus on the alpha and the rogues would concentrate on the closest archers. Once the alpha was down the warriors would join them. Thankfully there wasn’t an emissary in this group, but no one wanted any more surprises.

It worked pretty well. Daveth snuck behind an archer and slit his throat with a single deep slash, freeing him to move onto the next one, so Sirra stole to the archers flanking them while the warriors handled the alpha. Ser Jory was a master of the two-handed sword – his final upswing literally eviscerated the creature and by the time they rejoined the rogues, only two archers remained. In mere minutes the entire band of darkspawn were dead at their feet and they trudged towards the section of the dilapidated outpost marked on Duncan’s map.  

They found the area indicated and had to dig the chest out from under some ancient rubble. Alistair sighed in frustration to find that the chest was empty, most likely looted hundreds of years ago. A throaty chuckle bounced around the stone and a raven-haired woman wearing clothes so skimpy they could hardly be called such emerged from the shadows. His templar training sized her up in an instant; a hand carved staff, the formidable surge of her aura pressing on the Veil – an apostate and a powerful one.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, listening as she honed in on Sirra and they bantered back and forth in a duel of witty words. “Don’t answer. She looks Chasind. That means barbarians could be nearby.”

The apostate scoffed with a sneer, but did not even deign to look at him when she replied. “Ooooo, you fear barbarians will swoop down upon you?”

Alistair crossed his arms defiantly. “Yes. Swooping is bad.” Sirra shot him a bemused glance and he flushed slightly, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. Maybe she would blame his injury for addling his brain – he could only hope.

The woman – Morrigan – revealed that her mother was in possession of the scrolls and after some debate it was decided that they would go with her to reclaim them. Her mother seemed like a crazy old bat and he didn’t give her much credence, only remembering to thank her for keeping the treaties safe when she told them the seal wore off a long time ago. The old woman had Morrigan escort them back to the edge of the army’s camp and the four of them re-entered the barricaded site with a shared sigh of relief.

Duncan smiled approvingly when Sirra passed him the vials and Alistair showed him the treaties. The Warden-Commander sent a runner to alert the Circle mages to prepare for the Joining and intoned gravely that it was almost time for them to commence with the ritual that would see them finally become Wardens. Alistair suppressed a shiver and tried to ignore the clenching around his heart – he knew what was coming and he did not relish it for any of them. Sirra bravely told Duncan that she was not afraid and was ready for whatever came next and he swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact with them. With her.

“Alistair, take them to the ritual site.” Alistair only nodded and waved them to follow him. Maker, hear my cry – don’t let her die. Please…for me.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age fanfiction #original wip #original oc #my writing #alistair theirin #sirra brosca #alistair x warden #alistair x brosca #Alistair x Sirra

[zzloch]

FTSFMLM Chp 1. The New Girl

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters but I do own the plot

A blonde girl stood in front of a large school with a banner that said 'WELCOME NEW STUDENTS' the 15-year-old, smiled to herself. She was finally here, the school that she would be attending for the next seven years (a/n in the universe there are eight years of high school because high school and college are combined). She had already dropped her stuff off at her dorm and had practically run to her new school, so she wasn't late.

The blonde walked inside, following the directions she was provided with at orientation. While looking down at her schedule, the Angel-Witch girl bumped into, what she thought, a hard wall. She looked up, okay so it wasn't a wall. "Uhh hello," she waved at the raven-haired boy who she had run into. The boy scoffed. "Umm, sorry," she mumbled. "It's fine, I'm Gray by the way, and this creep behind me is Natsu," he said, pointing behind him. Lucy studied the boys in front of her. She noted the dark scar the boy had across his face that generally went hand in hand with being a full devil. Lucy looked up at the boy "So, you're a-""I'm not a creep" a scaly pink-haired boy punched the devil in front of her. "What the hell, Dragon boy," the pinkette stuck his tongue out at the devil. A full-fledged fight broke out between the two, which ended in a draw. The boy turned to face Lucy. He had red scales that covered his arms and surrounded his face. "Hi, I'm Natsu" the boy stuck his hand out "Lucy," she said, shaking it. Lucy smiled at him with, what her family had dubbed her "Angel smile" and she swore she saw Natsu blush. "Where are you headed?" Natsu questioned.

"Umm room 1381."

"That's our first period," Natsu said, referring to him and gray. The dragon-demon grabbed the Angel-witches arm and ran down the hall and to the right and stopped in front of a room

"Fire Breath, slow down."

"Speed up, Ice brain."

Lucy giggled as they walked into the room.

"Duck!" A brunette screamed as a glass bottle came flying at the doorway, barley missing Lucy. "Sorry, I forget my own strength." The girl rubbed her neck. "I'm Cana, Cana Alberona" Lucy smiles at the brunette "Lucy Heartfilia" "Luigi, come 'er" "It's Lucy" she rolled her eyes at the boy, but nevertheless walked over to the group the pinkette was with. "Shut up" a voice came from the doorway silencing all the very loud people in the room. "Welcome back to school, kids" a ginger-haired man, with the same soft glow that Cana had, but it was a bit brighter, was now standing in front of the room at a desk. "I'm your teacher, Mr. Clive. Today is an opening day, so everyone sit in the seat I tell you to" Mr. Clive walked in front of his desk "Natsu Dragneel" he said, pointing at the front left seat. Natsu groaned. Mr. Clive then pointed to the chair on the other end of the room "Gray Fullbuster" Gray rolled his eyes and got up. "Cana Alberona," he said, pointing to the front middle seat. "Loke" he pointed to the chair in between gray and Cana. The three high fived as Loke sat down. "Lucille Heartfilia" Lucy slowly shuffled to the front as people stared at her, amazed that one of the most prestigious families daughter was at their school. Natsu flashed a smile at her. "Next row, Jet, Droy, Levy" The trio that was sitting in the back walked over to their seats, the small blue-haired girl talking excitedly to the two boys. "Laki, Kinanna" The two purple-haired girls walked to the front. "Elfman, Max, Warren, and Nab" he finished the list "Now there are a lot fewer people this year but if something happens to the children at Phantom Lord" a boo ensued, 'They clearly don't like Phantom Lord High' Lucy thought to herself "those that can get in will join our class. Now time for introductions. Say your name, species, and a fun fact, I'm Mr. Clive, I'm a full Daemon, a minor god and I am a teacher" he smiled then pointed to Natsu "Hey guys, I'm Natsu Dragneel. I'm a Fire Demon-Dragon, and I can set fire to stuff." Lucy moved her body as far away from the overly reckless boy as she could without drawing attention to herself. As the demon dragon sat down, Lucy stood up "um I'm Lucy Heartfilia, I'm half Angel, Half Witch. I uh," she blanked on something interesting about herself "I have wings" she shrugged, every angel did, but it was the only thing she could think of. "Can we see your wings?" A girl with lavender hair asked. "Uh sure" Lucy let her wings fall out of the slits in her outfit, every outfit of hers had them, it made it easier to open her wings when needed. Each one of the blondes wings was a good 5 feet, or so, some of the white feathers had gold tips, and they glistened in the sun. "Cool," the entire class was amazed at her wings. The blonde pulled her wings back into her back. Lucy blushed under the attention as she sat down. Cana stood up next

"Cana Alberona, Half-Daemon, half-Fairy. I can shrink, that's kind of cool I guess" As the brunette sat down, An orange hair boy with cat ears stood up. "Loke, I'm a celestial being, the reincarnation of Leo the lion to be more specific. I can fully transform into a lion," the boy said. He then bowed, which caused Gray to roll his eyes. "Hey, I'm Gray Fullbuster, I'm an ice devil. I-"Natsu cit him off "Can strip unconsciously" Gray grunted his teeth, trying not to jump to strangle Natsu. "No, I can turn people to ice," Gray said, "like you flame brain" Gray held up his hand and froze the boy. "Gray! No using powers" Gray rolled his eyes and sat down. Lucy was watching intently as everyone introduced themselves. Here are the notes she gathered

Natsu- Dragon-Demon

Lucy (Me)- Angel-Witch

Cana- Fairy-Daemon

Loke- Reincarnation of Leo the Lion

Gray- Ice Devil

Jet- Speed Demon (A/N I'm so Creative)

Levy- Fairy-Sprite

Droy- Dwarf

Laki- Hamadryad (A/N a type of nymph)

Kinnanna- Naagin (A/N a shapeshifting cobra)

Elfman- Demon

Max- Setiaad (A/N Native American Sand Monster)

Warren- Warlock in Training

Nab- Shapeshifter

"Alrighty, now that you all know each other we are going to split up into groups and learn more about each other. The row you are in is your group. Now find a spot and talk to each other, I'm gonna work" Cana scoffed at the man's word and rolled her eyes as she got up and the two boys sitting next to her followed suit, Natsu grabbed lucy's arm and pulled her along as they headed to a corner of the room. Lucy looked around and saw everyone chatting like old friends, she felt really out of place. "Hey, pretty girl you gonna sit down" Cana nodded to space available besides her on the floor. Lucy put her head down and sat with them. "So what did yall do over the summer," Cana asked. "Suffered in the heat, what about you?" "I spent a lot of time looking after Romeo, his dad went out a bit." "How old is he now?" Gray asked, "Thirteen I think" "Cool, cool, What about you, new girl?" Lucy looked up in surprise at the dark-haired boy. "Me?" Gray nodded "Uh, I didn't do too much I floated around heaven finished up my witch training and uhh, oh I read a lot." Lucy put her head down again, out of shyness.

“Hey, new girl chill. We aren't that bad." Gray commented, "Well, you are pretty bad," Natsu said back. "What was that fire breath" "You heard me Stripper" As the two boys started to wrestle, The classroom looked behind them and just sighed and went back to talking. Lucy was astonished that they just brushed it off "Boy's what if Erza comes in" Cana yelled at the two. They immediately froze and stopped fighting. Leo shook his head and smirked. The bell rang, and someone grabbed Lucy's arm. "Come on Luce I'll take you to your next class" Natsu smiled at the girl, and she smiled back. This school was gonna be a lot of fun

Hope you like this Au, I've been working on it for a while, and I am kinda proud of it so, yeah. I would love some suggestions for the kind of monsters each character are. If I get something wrong with the mythology of a particular creature feel free to tell me and I will fix it

-Z.Z Loch

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #FTSFMLM #zzloch #lucy heartifilla #natsu dragneel #fairy tail au #fairy tail fanfic #monster au #gray fullbuster #cana alberona #leo #loke #gray and loke brotp #brotps #fairy tail brotp #nalu fanfiction #nalu

[disneydreamlights]

So, the other two members of of Wayward Wind. Black hair would still be the loner type and be somewhat hostile towards the Player, with Ventus being introduced arguing with him. However, he does have a heart of gold and is perfectly willing to challenge a Foreteller to protect Ven, which we'd see in Back Cover. Fortunately that Foreteller is Ava so he doesn't die. He also gets irritated when people crack jokes in serious situations.

Then there's white hair. He's the heart of the trio. He breaks up fights between his two friends whenever they occur, to varying degrees of success. While nice, he does have his limits, and legit threatens to kill the Player if they ever tell anyone about Ven's darkness. He also likes to tease black hair. Whenever Ven starts being rebellious, he'll typically say something like "he gets that from you" to black hair. Might be his way of flirting.

First and second honestly sound like they’d make a really cute ship. Xp (Plus it keeps up the “Ven is a third wheel” joke. XD)

On the subject of first though I feel like he’s a complete tsundere with a side of “Touch my friends and I’ll murder you.” But very much towards the party he’s loyal as hell and wouldn’t let anything hurt any of them.

White hair is open about his love for them and really wants to keep Ven safe in the meantime because the poor boy is a cinnamon roll and needs to be protected from harm.

As, the two of them aren't hypocrites. Despite Vanitas' worries upon reuniting with them, they'd still accept and over protect him and Ven as much as they did back in Daybreak Town. They'd still ground him though. They'd also very much appreciate Terra's willingness to fight Eraqus to protect Ven. I mean, they'd be willing to fight a Foreteller and die as slowly as possible just to keep Ven safe, why wouldn't they admire Ven's protectors?

GOOD SHIT this right here is good shit they’re the over protective siblings (because Terra and Aqua are his parents) Ven never had but now gets to have.

As for Ven's recruitment scene from Back Cover? It would be very tense, if it wasn't from Ava's perspective. The Wayward Winds would misunderstand Ava's intent when she asks for Ven, prompting them to try and get him away from her. Black hair would face her first intending to die as slowly as possible. Once Ava non-lethally subdues him, she runs into white hair, who actually tries to beat her, only for him to get knocked out when she stops pulling her punches. Then she recruits Ven

I’m imagining Wayward Wind must’ve been terrified for Ven. He’s got a Foreteller chasing after him so they must’ve been so worried but it shows how selfless they are and how much they care for Ven and each other in that they were willing to drop everything and stop Ava, even at the risk of their lives. I’d imagine there was a huge fight before one of them was forced to stay behind over which one would go first.

So, bear in mind that Ven would go from about 3 years younger to 2 years older than his party members by the time they have their reunion. Not to mention that he'd also now be two people, both of whom are more powerful than them. We'd have two children trying to overprotect their teenage sons and that is a mildly amusing mental image to me. That and the fact that the situation is even possible in the first place.

All I can say about this is yes. Because yes.

Vanitas would have no sympathy for Eraqus. He'd know that he's only alive because Eraqus isn't. Eraqus would have killed Vanitas for being made of darkness regardless of his moral standing and he knows it. He detests Eraqus as much as he detests Xehanort. This would be a point of contention between him and his family. Strelitzia wouldn't really have an opinion on Eraqus as a person but would tell Terra he was right to defy him in the end.

Agreed. I love my old man masters but I one hundred percent agree to this. There is no way within reason that Vanitas wouldn’t hate both of the old masters. One was the epitome of “Darkness will prevail” and the other is the epitome of “Light will prevail” and seeing as Vanitas would very much be the embodiment of twilight, darkness and light in balance is very important to his arc and survival, and both of them disagreeing with that policy would not only cause him a lot of shit but their treatment of Ven makes it worse.

(I want to note that in my thinking on this that would very much make Ven more an embodiment of Dawn if this is the route you kinda wanna go with which would be interesting since while one is more dark than the other they are also both perfect balances for light and dark which highlights everything in the balance is key that the MMO AU seems to strive for.)

Pretty much the only reason Aqua gives Vanitas a chance is because Ven guilt-trips her into it, pointing out that any Keyblade master from their day (sans Xehanort) would have killed Vanitas on sight, meaning that he didn't really have the chance to be anything BUT evil. And Vanitas would actually have gone to multiple Keyblade Masters for help pre-BBS only for Xehanort and/or his Unversed to have to rescue HIM from the darkness-hating Masters of that day. Hence why there aren't many left.

I mean that doesn’t surprise me. Most of my Vaniqua ideas as a Vaniqua shipper tend to start off with “So Ven convinces Aqua to give Vanitas a chance...” so like...I can definitely understand where that’s coming from. Poor Vanitas and all the masters he would’ve went to. I mean I know Eraqus would’ve probably had him killed on sight but sometimes considering how Vanitas was treated I can’t help but wonder if that would’ve been better.

Okay, out of all the Wayfinder family, I think Vanitas would get along with Strelitzia the most, partially because she never knew him as a villain, only as that cute little cinnamon role in Daybreak Town and her somewhat overprotective Big Brother in the Land of Departure. She would not have run into Vanitas during her quest for revenge. So, there'd be far less tension between them than Vanitas would have with the others.

I agree. Honestly Strelitzia probably adopts him into her created family. (The thing that finally convinces Aqua to warm up to Vanitas is seeing him interacting with Strelitzia. and taking care of her.)

At some point after Lauriam is defeated but before the Player wakes up in Enchanted Dominion, we'd get a cutscene which is basically just Vanitas monologuing on how hatred has kept him going. Hatred of Lauriam, hatred of Ephemer, hatred of Xehanort, and hatred of "the coward [he] used to be" [Ven]. It would then be revealed that the speaker is actually the Vanitas Remnant, about to confront Sora for the first time, vowing to die in the Keyblade War, and bring "Ephemer's lie" down with him.

Speaking of the Remnant, it would only be sentient when close to Sora. Things is because it is a being of pure emotion. However, since Vanitas sleeps in Sora's heart, the Remnant would awaken and act on his will. Needless to say this makes the Remnant difficult to predict. Vanitas would try to use the Remnant to get out of Sora's heart and regain his physical form. Good thing his redemption arc happens DURING KH3 in this AU, otherwise there'd be trouble.

Damn Vanitas Remnant actually sounds kinda terrifying. I can feel him on a lot of that hatred though.

So, "Enter the Darkness" would play during the battle against Ventus in Dwarf Woodlands (unless you think "Enter the Void" is more appropriate), while "Vanitas" would play during the boss fight against the Large Snowman in Beast's Castle at the end of that arc, because "Ventus" is way too melancholy a track for that boss fight and he and Vanitas WERE the same person back then, so it works. But still, I did get some more ideas for that arc.

Nah, Enter the Void sounds fine. And agreed, Ven’s theme would be way to melancholy for any fight in KHUx sans maybe the Darklings.

Okay so, you know how in the canon game the white-haired Keyblade Wielder in the "Friend or Rival" arc is injured by the Large Snowman offscreen? We'd actually see it happen in the MMO AU. Black Hair (working name) would have simply been trying to distract it so Ven could escape, while White Hair would realize that Ven wouldn't flee until the Heartless was defeated and so would basically try to defeat it so Ven would listen to them, only to get taken down (but not out) in one hit.

So, that would basically be where the Player comes in, Black Hair would take White Hair back to Daybreak Town while the Player and Ven fight the Huge Snowman (turns out the Large Snowman was an event Heartless in the original game) together. Ven deals Speed Type Damage while the Huge Snowman would be a Magic Type enemy. After defeating it, the next Story Quest would be to talk to Ven in Daybreak Town. Talking to him would trigger a cutscene where he takes you to see White Hair. Cue wrap up.

So yeah, there we'd get the big heartwarming scene where Ven would learn his party members had known about his darkness since the day they basically adopted him, just like what was established before. I just wanted to give you my newer idea for how things would go down. Also, Ven's attack as a boss would be based off his original Attack Medal, meaning he'd deal 4 hits, inflicting more damage the lower his HP is. Just figured that would work.

Honestly this would be super cute and a great way to wrap up the entire arc for the trio. Also on that note Ven using the same attack as his medal would be a great way to foreshadow that BBS!Ven and Ux!Ven are the same person since I’d like to think initially that would be very ambiguous. 

So, in the MMO AU, most Keykids' Keyblades materialize when they're 10. Ven's materialized prematurely when he was 7, the night his parents discovered his darkness and tried to drown him. They lived the rest of their lives unaware that Ven was saved by 2 children who saw a beam of light from the water. As for how the Wayward Winds found out? Ven used the darkness unconsciously one night when he had a nightmare about getting dragged under water.

Damn, Ven’s had a really rough life. I want to fight his parents and I’m honestly glad that the Wayward Winds didn’t have a bad reaction when they found out about all this.

#MMO Anon #Anonymous #Heather Answers

[tuxiedjabberwock]

Sticks, Part II - a Fairy Tail one-shot

Gajevy Week

Sticks, Part II

Feb 19th — “Grief”

TWO YEARS AGO

 “Gajeel? That you man?”

 “Who else?” he snorted, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking the phone off speaker. Natsu’s surprised shout echoed through the lines.

 “Wow! I mean, you’ve been blocking my calls the last few weeks, so I’m just…surprised.”

 “What do ya want?”

 “Well, uh, I was trying to ask if you’d wanna go hang out?”

 “Sorry, busy.” Natsu groan-sighed.

 “You’ve been busy for the longest time, you know. We’ve all lost parents, all three of us, and we’re trying to be here for each other—”

 Gajeel punched the End button and tossed the phone into the corner of his room. Natsu was insufferably positive, even after the fact, and Gajeel didn’t think he could stomach it. Not to say he didn’t appreciate Natsu’s efforts, but they would’ve gone off better with Wendy, who was younger and much more emotionally impressionable than he.

 “Gajeel?”

 Speak of the devil. Actually, no—“the devil” was a much better approximation of him.

 “Welcome home,” he said, opening the door. She still had her backpack on, the size of which almost dwarfed her small figure. Her long hair hung around her yellow and green-pattered dress and her eyes were wide and focused on him. “I made— Isn’t it kinda early?” he restarted, glancing at the clock. “Yeah… Ya have school for another hour.”

 “I’m sorry,” she murmured, ducking her head. All at once, he understood.

 “’s okay.” He put a hand on her shoulder and let her bury her face into his denim jacket. “Jus’ watch the truancy, alright? Ma always said yer a smart little girl—it’d be a shame to see ya get kicked outta school.”

 “I’m trying, but it’s hard,” she whimpered into the fabric. “Little things make me remember them…”

 “I get it. I’ll just call the school later, get the work that you missed.” She nodded as best she could in her position.

 “Thank you, Gajeel…” He hesitated as she sniffled, shifting his hand to her head and gently caressing the hair so much like their mother’s. He started to speak, stopped, then began again:

 “Let’s go get ice cream, huh?”

Despite Gajeel being eighteen—old enough to assume guardianship—he still felt the weight of assumed parenthood heavy on his shoulders. It was, of course, on top of the burden of grief, sometimes hanging like a cloud so thick around him that he could barely breathe. He had his moments, albeit few and far in between, and tried his hardest to hide them from Wendy to appear like the strong older brother figure she needed, but it was hard.

 He remembered how, when he was called out of school to receive the news some weeks ago, he completely flipped. It didn’t make sense in the slightest: the one day that the trio drove out together was the same day a sleep-deprived garbage truck driver did his rounds? It sounded like something from a bad novel, but things were nastily proven real. He remembered fighting for a while, dealing blows and taking them to let the numbness wane in favor of adrenaline, but even the best things were only temporary.

 “You know,” Natsu had said as they sat on the steps of Kardia Cathedral, his blazer on the stone and his tie yanked loose, “I keep thinking that this is a huge nightmare, that I’ll wake up any second with Igneel shoutin’ in my face that I’m late for school.”

 “Gone are those days.”

 “You’re tellin’ me.” He blinked rapidly, then wiped an arm across his eyes with a growl. “Damn it… Why now, huh? I’m not even eighteen yet and I already lost my old man. Igneel told me he wouldn’t die until I did!”

 “Well, things happen, Natsu,” Gajeel said.

 Things happen… What a gross summary of the most tragic event of his life. Things happen was what someone said when they couldn’t take their kid to the fair, or when they couldn’t afford a toy; things happen wasn’t reserved for real deaths, important deaths. Those two words weren’t nearly enough to cover Wendy’s sleepless nights or his own or Natsu’s, although he’d die before he’d admit it. But thing, once they hit rock bottom, could only get better, and while the ascent was slow, he made progress. They made progress.

 “This is so good!” Wendy gushed as she ate one of the wafers in her mint chocolate chip cone. He chuckled as he walked with her down the sidewalk, heading to their apartment down the block. “Wanna try some?”

 “I’m not a big fan of sweets.”

 “Aww,” she complained. “You and Natsu are so weird.”

 “Says you.” They passed an alley, where Wendy instinctively huddled closer and away from the blotchy shadows, when a weak mewl caught their attention. A small white and orange kitten padded up to Wendy, pawing at her leg. She cooed softly and knelt down to feed it a wafer, which it took gratefully.

 “Aww, Gajeel, she’s so tiny,” she said, taking up the kitten. It purred and rubbed into the crook of her neck. “Can we keep her, please?”

 “I dunno, the landlord’s not all that happy about flea-infested—” Then the cat did what most grown men feared to even think about: It jumped from Wendy’s arms to his shoulder and cuddled up to his face, purring consistently.

 At that moment, Gajeel realized his passionate love for cats. (Privately, of course; if Natsu, who’d had a blue-dyed cat since childhood, realized that Gajeel’s taunting of him for said cat was out of jealously, he’d die a shamed man.)

 “I’ll call her Cupcake,” she decided, beaming as the kitten hummed enthusiastically and curled up in her lap. The name broke Gajeel’s reverie somewhat, but he smirked and ruffled her hair anyway. It was the happiest he’d seen her since they lost their parents, so who was he to ruin it?

 “That’s a kickass name there, Wendy.”

“A cat, huh?” Natsu hummed as he shut the front door behind him, ignoring Gajeel’s scowl as Cupcake curled about his neck like a scarf. (Not that he was complaining, as it was winter.) “Ah, who was it that always joked about Happy again? I forget.”

 “You’ll be forgettin’ yer name when I’m done poundin’ ya,” he warned. Natsu grinned at the sound of a fight, fists up. Lucy sighed as she stepped between them, holding them at arm’s width.

 “What are you two, children?” she chided. “Grow up already!”

 “Says the one that still wears bunny pajamas,” Gajeel retorted. Lucy flushed a deep scarlet as she went to change, disappearing into Natsu’s room and locking the door. Meanwhile, Natsu sat with Gajeel on the sofa, kicking his feet up. Gajeel noticed the remains of lunch there alongside a few bags of potato chips. “I woulda thought you’d drown in junk by now.”

 “I would’ve, but Lucy’s pretty good at cooking, so I don’t mind eating healthy crap now,” he confessed. “It’s a step up from Dad always buying takeout anyway.” They paused to sit on that, the air growing heavier. “It still feels like yesterday, not like two months’ve passed. You still hanging on all right?”

 “I think… I’m doin’ better,” he said. “But sometimes…ya know, sometimes, I just wanna hear my old man’s voice again.” He turned away, feeling cold despite Cupcake’s warm body.

 “I get you.”

 “And I see Mom’s smile all the time in Wendy, and sometimes I jus’ can’t stand it. Ain’t that somethin’ else? Can’t stand the look of my own sister’s face. It hurts right here,” he gripped the fabric of his t-shirt around his heart, “and it jus’ gets worse and worse until I can’t stand it.”

 “Gajeel…” Natsu grasped his shoulder gently. “Things are gonna get better, I promise.”

 “I wish,” was all he said.

 Down the hall, he heard Natsu’s door, which had been ajar for a while, close once more.

PRESENT DAY

 Gajeel unlocked the door to his apartment to find something baffling: Wendy, who had been in another stretch of grief after Cupcake’s killing, was giggling madly. Curious, he dropped his backpack and went to her room, leaning in the doorframe. She was on the floor and reaching for something under her bed.

 “What are ya doin’?” he asked. She glanced at him and straightened, her back unusually stiff and hands on her bandaged knees. He recognized it as her guilted pose.

 “Gajeel, a present came for us,” she started. He raised a brow and looked towards her bed.

 “And it’s under there?” Answering his question, an adult cat slid out from the darkness and carefully approached him. It was jet-black with a grey mouth and paws and had a scar across its face. Its blue collar had the name PANTHERLILY. I see why, he thought—it looked like a miniature panther. “Ya said it’s a present?”

 “Uh-huh. He came with a note…” She grabbed a piece of ornate stationary from her bed and handed it over. He flattened it out and was immediately blindsided by the familiar perfume scent on it. He hadn’t smelled it in a couple of weeks, not since he buried Cupcake…

 “Dear Gajeel and Wendy,” it read, “I know this cat won’t replace Cupcake, but at least you won’t be alone with your grief this time. I thought that since you’ve lost a lot already, it would do you two some good to gain something for once, so you’ve both gotten a present here: Wendy gets a new cat, and Gajeel can get a number from nobody special. Regards, Levy.” And below that calligraphy handwriting was a phone number—her phone number, by the sound of it.

 Nobody special? What an understatement, he thought with a snort, rolling his eyes slightly. Shrimp’s pretty special, whether she thinks it herself or not. Actually, that’s probably why Bunny-girl brought us together in the first place… She thought Levy could help me. And she wasn’t wrong.

 “Why are you smiling?” Wendy probed. “Can I…keep him?”

 “I’m not gonna stop ya,” he grinned, ruffling her head. She pointed at the letter.

 “I called to say ‘thank you,’ and a girl answered. Is that your girlfriend?” He flushed a little but hid it with a snicker.

 “Nope, she’s not.” Let’s see if I can change that.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail gale #fairy tail gajevy #Gajeel Redfox #Levy McGarden #gale #gajevy #gajevy week #Gajeel X Levy #romance #ft oneshot #ft fanfiction #angst #the pen is mightier than iron

[the-emo-in-pastel]

Beautiful (Part One)

A/N;

Literally me just being a Heathers/Hamilton nerd, it’s a crossover, and I’m only taking into account the opening song of Heathers, Beautiful. It may turn into an X Reader, I dunno, and I guess this’ll be a twenty part series. . ? 

     I sighed as I walked through the doors of the lunchroom, passing pass all the stereotypical groups, the nerds, the hippies, the ‘cool’ guys, football players and cheerleaders, and the popular group. Well, most of the popular group, not the guys who stood above it all, they didn’t really have a name, surprisingly, they were just the popular’s. James Madison, co-head publisher of the school’s newspaper. His dad’s loaded - sells engagement rings.

     Aaron Burr. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but he is top of his class. And Thomas Jefferson, The Almighty, he is a mythic bitch. Jumping out of my thoughts, you directed my attention to my best friend whom was standing right in front of me, Maria Reynolds, “Agh..! Hey, Maria” I said, pushing my bangs out of my eyes. “Hey” She replied coolly. Maria Reynolds, my best friend since dippers. “We on for movie night?” “Yeah, you’re on Jiffy Pop detail” I said, cracking a grin. “I rented ‘The Princess Bride’” She said with a small yet dazzling simile.

     “Again? Don’t you have it memorized by now?” I asked with a chuckle, raising my eyebrow at her. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for happy endings” “Maria Reynolds! Wide load!” Yelled out George Eacker. He’s a Quarterback. He’s the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kinda like being the biggest dwarf. “Hey! Pick that up right now!” I yelled, furring my eyebrows while staring at George Eacker. “I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?” George snickered, holding his hand over his mouth, an eyebrow raised. 

     “Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen - A future gas station attendant!” I said, letting out a puff of air. Eacker paused for a moment before answering. “You have a zit right there” He pointed to my nose, and everyone burst out in laughter in the lunchroom. The school bell rung, signalling that we had five minutes to get our stuff and get to class.

     As I passed the boys’ bathroom, I heard the door opening, so I quickly hid behind the pillar next to the bathroom, like any sane person, I know. I heard Thomas Jefferson speak up first, “Grow up, Aaron, Bulimia is so ‘87,” Next I heard the voice belonging to James Madison. “Maybe you should see a doctor, Aaron”, “Yeah, James, maybe I should” Aaron nodded in agreement. “Ah, Madison and Jefferson..... And Burr. Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell over all the vomiting. You’re late to class” Mr. Washington said, arms firmly crossed as he stared down the trio.

     “Aaron wasn’t feeling well. We were helping him” Thomas said, facing Mr. Washington, his eyes closed. “Not without a hall pass you’re not. A week’s detention,” Mr. Washington said, his figure moving slightly, sighing. Walking out from my hiding spot, I made it seem as if I was walking down the hallway the whole time, “Actually, Mr. Washington, all four of us are out on a hall pass, yearbook committee,” I said, showing him the piece of paper I had ripped out of my notebook, Mr. Washington went silent for a moment.

     “I see you’re all listed. Hurry up and get where you’re going” Mr. Washington pushed the paper back at me, and as soon as he was gone, it was snatched out of my hands. “This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?” Thomas asked with an eyebrow raised, obviously amused. “(Y/N). (L/N). I crave a boon,” I said quickly, my hands moving in time as I spoke. “What boon?” Thomas said with a chuckle, “Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once - No talking necessary. If people think you tolerate me, they’ll leave me alone....’ I paused while the group laughed at my propitiation.

     ‘Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes.” I quickly added, hands raising slightly. “How about prescriptions-?” Aaron asked, getting cut off by Thomas, “Shut up, Aaron,” “Sorry, Thomas,” Then Thomas got extremely close to my face, which made me tense, it was as if he was inspecting me. He let out a ‘Huh’ and backed away quickly, “For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure,” James quickly perked up, “And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves. That’s very important,” James chimed in, putting his hand up, it pointing to the sky.

     “Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds” Aaron said, hand on his hip and eyebrows raising. “Ya know, this could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lipgloss, and we’re on our way~” Thomas chirped in a distasteful tone that made my stomach churn. And that was only the beginning of the story, the day I became friends with them.

A/N:

So that was the first part! The next one’ll be about the events of Candy Store, before and during of course;;

Jefferson is Heather C., Madison is Heather M., Burr is Heather D., You, the reader, are Veronica, Maria is Martha, Eacker is Kurt only because he was the only one to come to mind, Washington is Ms. Fleming, and that was all of them for this one, watch out for hints of whom JD may be ;)

[undercovermcdfan]

For your open fic requests, would you be able to do a SaChi moment from their journey to Tu'La, or even of them in Tu'La? If you want that is!

title: chaos in heels

a/n: the potionqueens bonnie-and-clyde’ing it up in Tu’la, feat. a wayward Vylad. This is a quick fic! So it’s kinda vague but here ya go!

With the desolate population of the Tu’la people—down troddenand pathetic, the slums proven to bea lively place crawling with colorful people, figuratively and literally. Though yes, as one withpowdery white hair and striking eye color was strange, the mei’fwas race camein wide varies of unnatural colors.

Err.

Well, technically, being in their land, would it make thegreens and blues and the magentas and red hot pinks she saw the norm.

She downed another shot, glancing around the worn and seedytavern Michi plop her in while she took off to ‘handle some business’. The moodcould only be described as dreary, sparse at this time of day, as people huddleover their drinks or games. It was dirty,to look at as well as a general statement. The bar tender was a small man, skindark and heavy piercing; he must’ve been a happy man once, laugh lines and crowfeet creased deeply into his face, a light pink beard peppered with gray yetcompletely shaven head on top. He wiping an already clean cup, his eyes dartingaround the tavern with cautiousness, gaze occasionally landing on herself.

“You better make good on your word,” a deep voice said asthe doors swung open a bang.

A nervous giggle, a familiargiggle, followed by a near-ear grating voice, “I will. When have I failedyou Marius?”

Sasha sighed, leaning back in her chair and eyeing the triothat entered— two large mei’fwa men, one with a deeply scarred face and theother being most intimidating cat person she ever saw, large and heavy hoopspierced in his ear; between the two, one with an arm anchored on the smallercat girl’s arm, was Michi, donned (annoyingly) with Sasha’s favorite parka andincredibly dwarfed between the two men. She knew Sasha was watching.

And as she led the men over to a table close to her, Sashaknew what the cat girl was doing.

Sasha gestured to the bartender.

“I’m too sober for this,” she muttered under her breath asshe downed another shot.

***

Vylad stiffen when a sudden crash came from the tavern he been keeping an eye on. Tracking acorrupted guard of the Tu’la nobility was easy task and not really needed forthe mission at hand, wasn’t as important. What caught his attention was who they were with.

Michi.

The very same Michi who escaped, along with Sasha, and whohe gone on to theorized to be released by Laurance as a distraction. For ayear, the two disappear without a trace from his radar (he had an inkling Sashamust’ve caught on he was tracking them and used her own skills to cover thosetracks), only to appear now?

He couldn’t let this golden clue disappear.

Except they were, now, escaping.

Sasha, stepping out from the hole she created on thebuilding side from the man she tossed and the dust settling, Michi tossed overher shoulder and another man in her hand as she dragged behind him.

Michi was laughing, holding a sack in triumph while Sashastumbled a couple of steps—clearly not sober but as she tossed the other man ontop of his friend, didn’t make her less of a danger. “See! I told you I’d getthe money!” Michi cried, as takes a coin out of the sack and biting it—actual gold,he assumed by the way the girl grinned and the coin sparkled.

Sasha grunted, glancing down the alley, shifting her hold onthe purple haired girl into a bridal-like carry before darting down the alley.Behind them, an old man yelled after the two as he stepped out the new entrance-waySasha created.

Vylad sighed. This isthe fifth one in a week. I’m starting to think these girls are a bigger threatto Tu’la than the alliance.

In the distance, there’s another crash and shouts down theroad on the otherside of the alley. Vylad, picking up the pace, sighed again.He can’t trail these two chaos-with-legs forever but…

He guess curiousity damned the cat.

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #sachi #my writing #i feel like michi is a sweet talker while sasha is the muscle #and vylad just wants some clues where laurance is #but the two r too busy destroying shit and he's not gonna confront them #give vylad a break 2k17 #also give sasha a break 2k17 #inkblottwithtwots

[sarnehthelostboy]

Kaet and Prison

So I’ve taken on the endeavor of recreating my Saints Row boss, Kate, in the World of Warcraft. My motivation for the game has been kinda low recently, but this has given me some new energy for it, and is turning out to be a lot more fun than I first thought. It’s still a WIP of course, but I’ve managed to make a decent crew for her, and have started working on writing out a scene to explain how she met each member. This’ll be the first in the series, as it explains how she ended up founding the gang! 

--

“... So am I getting a turn, or what?”

“Yea sure, right after I'm done.”

“Been saying for hours now, Kaet...”

The ball bounced off the floor and smacked into an open hand of grayed purple skin. Just like it had been doing all day. The hands' owner turned and glanced at her cell-mate...

“For Light's sake, don't stare at me with the bad one, fuck!” said the other woman, waving at her “friend” to encourage a turn of her head. “Getting you an eyepatch first thing when we get out...” she muttered.

“So you don't want it?” asked Kaet, raising the dull red ball up and turning it back and forth.

“Don't need to look at me to give me the ball.”

“Yea and you don't need to look at me to take it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yea you too.”

Kaet tossed the bouncy sphere over to the woman at her side, a wide smirk on her face.

“Thanks.”

With one less thing keeping her mind busy, Kaet began to gently bump her head against the wall behind her. Not enough to break anything, but just enough send her thoughts bouncing around. Preferable, compared to more dwelling.

Kaet had been in the Stormwind City Prison for almost a month. Maylith had been in for six. Kaet got put in with Maylith after her last cellmate got killed in a fight with one of the guards.

The days were moving by a lot slower than Kaet remembered. When she was out in the world, seemed like they were going by too fast. Never had enough time to pull off a jewelry swipe and make it to the shoreline of Silvermoon for sundown.

“Silvermoon...” She mumbled the name, barely audible. Maylith turned to look at her, but glanced away once she'd figured out it wasn't anything directed at her. Silvermoon was something she didn't want to think about, but she was going to anyways, because she was homesick and also an idiot. Silvermoon wasn't home anymore, thanks to Umbric and his Magisters. She was stuck in Stormwind because of him, and he and so many others just went along with it like it was their only choice.

Kaet had gone a crime spree first thing after she set foot in Stormwind. She wasn't going to sit and listen to Alleria preach about how great the Alliance was; Kaet was going to rob them blind as best she could while she was in their capital. She made it through a good handful of stores, one of which she put to the flame on her way out, but they'd caught up long enough. None of her fellow “Ren'dorei” vouched for her, likely because she wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. She was a stowaway, and was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“... Your skull, human! I'll crack it like an egg and drink -”

The words of defiance were spoken in orcish, a tongue Kaet was not expecting to hear this deep in Alliance territory. She and Maylith both looked away from the wall in time to see the two newest arrivals at the prison; a pair of orcs, both male, wrapped in dark shrouds that were torn, cut, and wet with blood. Escorted by a trio of guards each, the orcs and their captors took up most of the hallway, so much that Kaet could probably reach one of them if she tried... But that was an “if” that might cost her a hand. So, instead of doing that, she and Maylith watched their new brothers in chains be guided down the hall and around the bend to the lower cells. Other prisoners shouted out insults, directed at the guards and orcs both, but neither of two women chimed in.

Eventually the excitement had passed and the two returned to reclaim their seats on Kaet's bunk, Maylith beginning to bounce the ball off the opposite wall again, and Kaet trying to think of things other than how much she wanted to get out.

-

A few hours later, the excitement returned. This time, in the form of a full on prison riot.

The two orcs hadn't even been in for a day, and yet there was already someone on the inside to help them... Or, maybe they just pulled a guard through the railing, killed him, and took his keys. Either way, the cold stone halls were echoing with shouting and cries for blood. Human, dwarves, goblins, orcs, and others all began to force their way out, some stopping to release people along the way. Kaet and Maylith waited for their turn, but after enough bodies had passed, it seemed like they were going to be forgotten.

Maylith had already torn up the sheet from her cot and stuffed a few shreds behind the waistband of her pants, while Kaet had gone to their cell bars. “Hey! Someone get a key over here! Hey! Come on, get us out of here, too!” Two human men hurried past her, and Kaet gave them a quick rundown on how good their mothers were in bed before they got out of earshot, but soon enough she had to look elsewhere for help.

One of the orcs from earlier in the day rounded the corner of the hall, covered from head to toe in blood. Seems that they really did pulled one of the guards through the railing. He started down the hallway with the other orc following close behind, armed with a bloodied sword. As the two reached Kaet cell, she spoke up in orcish. “Hey! You! Open!” she said, gesturing towards the lock that kept their door shut.

The first of the two kept walking, but the second paused. He looked at Kaet that spoke of his surprise at hearing orcish being spoken by someone in Stormwind. He stared at her, then down at the lock, and then turned to see where his fellow had gone to. He hesitated, then grunted and slammed the pommel of his sword down against the lock. The first hit didn't mean much, but the second, and then the third did. With the fourth the lock was finally broken open, and the orc grunted something that Kaet didn't quite understand before dashing towards the stairs leading out, leaving red prints in his wake.

With the door open and chaos still maintaining a hold on the prison, Kaet made to follow the orcs, but was stopped by a hand pulling on the purple hair of her ponytail. “TAUREN TITS, WHAT -” she shouted, whirling. Maylith was the culprit, and gestured for Kaet to follow her with an urgency in her eyes. “You run out there and you're dead in the streets. We're taking the sewers out.”

Kaet followed her without a second thought, the two hurrying past a dwarf and goblin bloodying each other against steel bars. “Next time just yell at me! Haven't even gone on a date and you're already pulling my hair...”

Even with present circumstances at hand, Maylith managed to laugh, which Kaet matched with a grin.

When they reached the sewer grate, it was clear they weren't the first ones that had had the thought. The grate had been pulled up from the ground, leaving the grimy entrance wide open. It wasn't the tightest fit, but Kaet was still feeling her shoulders brush up against the walls now and then, taking a bit of slime with them. It was less noticeable on Maylith's dark skin, but both knew that they'd need a long bath if they managed to get out. Distant footsteps splashing through murky water could be heard further down, and the two went after the sound of their fellow escapees.

By the time order was restored and the guards had managed to assess the losses, Kaet and Maylith were swimming downriver to freedom.

-

“So, where are you two going after this?”

Maylith looked over at her brother, who had turned to look at her. Kaet glanced between the two of them.

“... Well, nowhere,” said Maxwell, after a long moment of silence. He finally broke away from his sister's stare to meet the single glowing blue eye that belonged to Kaet. Thankfully, she'd acquired an eyepatch since the break out at the prison, and now her void-wounded eye was now covered, though a few of the cracks in her skin were still slightly visible around the rim. Much less disturbing to look at, and that was what was important.

“Nowhere?” repeated Kaet, looking between the two, a brow raised.

Maylith shrugged. “Don't have anywhere to go, Kaet. My brother and I have been moving between camps and inns for...” She turned to Max. “What, two years now?”

The older of the two siblings nodded, scratching his fingers through the rough beard on his chin. “Sounds about right.” He looked towards Kaet with a weight behind his eyes. “Never been able to keep enough gold in our pockets to stay anywhere long. Being a merc doesn't cut it in this part of Azeroth, and its hard for Maylith to make much when she's in prison...”

“First time,” she shot back, pointing her knife in Max's direction. The firelight caught on the blade and made Kaet squint her good eye.

“Yea, and you made exactly this much during the six months that you were in there.” Max held up his hand, shaping his fingers into the shape of a big zero.

Maylith sneered and waved away the number, but the knot in her brow said she knew he was right.

Kaet continued to look between the two of them, a frown pulling down the corners of her lips. Kaet had both the muscle and skills to carry herself through bad times in Silvermoon, but she was unfamiliar ground with Elwynn, with the Alliance's lands. No contacts, no hideouts to duck into, …

“Let's start something,” she said.

Both Max and Maylith looked up at her, curious.

“Start what?” asked Maylith, brown eyes glowing with the glint of the fire.

“Something. A crew.” Kaet gestured to herself, then to Maylith, and then to Maxwell. “Me, you, and you. We'll get something going and get a place for ourselves. Even if it's a hole in the wall of some hill, better than nothing.”

The siblings exchanged a look, but neither one turned the idea down.

“I was pulling shit out from under merchants in Silvermoon all the time. This place can't be that different.” The void-tainted elf tilted her chin up towards the two figures across the fire pit from her. “What do you say?”

“I'm in.”

Max turned and looked at his sister again, and she met him with a stony gaze. A moment passed, and then he met the good eye of Kaet. “Alright. We're both in. If this turns into nothing, though, I'm gone.”

Kaet nodded, but a smile was beginning to spread across her face. “Deal. Let's start making some gold.”

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[asiryn]

so, i got my copy of KH 2.8 today, and have just finished playing through A Fragmentary Passage, and after i’m done writing this, i’m gonna move on to watching Back Cover (and then i’ll play kh3d, but i’m saving that one for last bc i pretty much already know what happens in that game XD).

so, spoilers after the cut, but here’s my reaction so far:

i think the biggest thing i’m taking away from bbs 0.2 is that THIS GAME IS SO CRUEL, WHY ARE YOU GETTING ME SO HYPE FOR KH3 ALREADY WHEN FOR ALL I KNOW IT’S GONNA BE ANOTHER FEW YEARS BEFORE IT COMES OUT? SO HELP ME GOD SQUEENIX, IT BETTER NOT TAKE MUCH LONGER, BC I NEEEEEEEEEEED IT NOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!

also, thanks for high-key breaking my heart. AQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, MY BBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. two of her lines at the end legit made me tear up, so thank god i didn’t have to fight a boss afterwards, bc i would have been EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED 

also also, y’all STILL HAVEN’T REALLY EXPLAINED WHAT THE DEAL IS WITH TERRA, FUCKING TELL ME NOMURA, WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH MY CHILD, W H E R E   I S   H E  ???????????????? WTF IS HAPPENING WITH THAT XEHACLUSTERFUCK, BC I DO NOT UNDERSTAND.  >.>

i think it was really neat that they explained a bit more of what mickey was doing ‘behind the scenes’ in kh1, and i like how they integrated aqua into the plot without it fucking up the canon as we knew it (ALSO HER SAVING RIKU, I AM AN EMOTION)

and on a related note, FUCK YEN SID, HE CONTINUES TO BE THE WORST. RIKU’S FEELINGS WERE MY FEELINGS IN THAT END SCENE. WE EVEN LET OUT AN EXASPERATED SIGH AT THE EXACT SAME TIME XDDDD

AND PRAISE THE LORD, KAIRI HAS AN ACTUAL CHARACTER AGAIN!!!!! HER REACTION TO BEING TOLD SHE HAS TO WORK WITH AXEL NOW WAS FUCKING PRICELESS, AND ACTUALLY LOGICAL AND IN-CHARACTER, A+++

ALSO, HER AND RIKU INTERACTING, YESSSSSSSSSS, THIS IS A GOOD START, GIVE ME MORE OF THIS PLEASE, A++++++++++++

(also, i’m really confused as to why merlin is apparently in charge of training the new keyblade recruits??? like, i get that he could create a pocket dimension for the newbies to train in, but....what does he know about the actual training part of the keyblade?? in the past, he’s only instructed you on magic. i mean, i get that they’re currently short on manpower, but this still seems really odd to me. anyway, YOU BETTER GIVE ME COMEDY GOLD WITH KAIRI AND AXEL TRAINING TOGETHER, BC HONESTLY, HOW COULD YOU NOT???)

also, that whole bit where riku was complaining about mickey taking away his agency? HMM, GEE, I FUCKING WONDER IF KAIRI COULD POSSIBLY RELATE TO THAT.  >.>  i wish kairi had said something to that. :/

i’m not terribly excited about the destiny trio being split up YET AGAIN, but their individual team ups look to be pretty solid. i really want all three to be playable protags, and not just sora, but we’ll see, i suppose. (WHO KNOWS WHEN THO :/)

just got to say, tho, terra looks kinda awful with these graphics, and the disney characters, particularly yen sid, look very plastic-y. 

(speaking of terra, i couldn’t help but squee at the fact that apparently terra’s heart (maybe??????) was drawn to the cinderella world, *quiet terrella screaming* XP

gameplay-wise, i think it was pretty good. not too hard, but not a total cakewalk either (some of those puzzles in the dwarf woodlands really fucked me up DX)

tl;dr, i liked this game quite a bit, but mostly i came away from it immediately wanting kh3. PLS SOMEONE SAVE ALL OF MY SAD CHILDREN ALREADY, AND LET THEM BOOT XEHANORT OUT FOR GOOD AND BAKE A CAKE FULL OF RAINBOWS AND SMILES, AND LET THEM ALL EAT AND BE HAPPY.

(also, aqua, pls stop falling into the darkness, my heart can’t take much more of this, kthxbai)

kk, now on to back cover!!!!!!!!

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