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[darkdemeter]

HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE’S WILL II: AFTERMATH

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN #3 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader, (Platonic) Avengers x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N at the bottom!

WORD COUNT — 4.5k

READER DISCRETION — Fluff ending after a hard journey — slightly sad but it's comforting — brief mention of passed relatives — implied sex (fade to black style) — minor alcohol consumption — slight profanity slip.

PREVIOUS COLUMNS — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II

SUMMARY — The battle was won and so begins the time to heal. You return to Alaska to have some time away, to take in the home you had once lost and you've come to your decision. When Wanda shows up with the team, you finally reveal to Wanda the special bond you both share. you will tell her that she is your mate. And of course, someone had to bring the red ball along...

ONE MONTH LATER

Fury had informed you that the Hydra resurgence operatives were apprehended during your recovery. The base was destroyed along with any weaponised supplies and what remained of the pack was unknown for the most part. Most likely moved on when they saw the state of their former alpha. A second warning wasn’t needed. 

True leadership was the betterment for the pack. You did for the pack as they did for you. It was not a matter of power dynamics, but respect. Packs were built through blood and loyalty: you were bound as family. 

You would do anything for family for one reason: love. You never understood your father’s lessons back then but now you finally did. You sat atop one of the taller hillsides that overlooked the valley; your territory. The evening wind blew gusts of white across the snowy peaks in the far distance. Half the lake had begun to splinter, the dark water softly lapped at the still frozen half, the orange hue painting the sky reflected off its surface. 

Your hair was swept by the oncoming breeze from behind. This was home. This was sanctuary. A place of peace and which, from the ashes, would arise with renewed strength. New memories. You’d recovered quite a bit from your wounds but a little more time was required before your next assessment and your go-ahead into the field. No one was risking putting you on the front lines anytime before then. 

Your hand fiddled with the little trinket you’d found in the locked room when you began to clear it out, and put things back where they belong. Deep in your thoughts, the wind howled a low and long note. 

Your head lifted slightly as your ears strained to hear something behind you. Footsteps crunching in the snow. You turned to look but saw nothing and your brows furrowed hard. The world suddenly slowed around you and any outside sound became muffled.

“I’m sorry I ran away,” you sighed in defeat, shoulders sagged as the burden was slowly lifted. “No,” your father said as he sat beside you, “I’m the one who should be sorry. It wasn’t right what I said. I never meant what I said.” 

Your breath froze in your lungs when his hand pressed against your wounded shoulder. Tears pricked in your vision. “I was scared you were going down that wrong path again, Y/N. I wanted to make sure you would pull through it - that you would be safe - before I passed on. I should have been more… understanding.”

You finally exhaled the iced over air caged in your chest. Your father - the former alpha - so instilled in the ways Mother Nature made him out to be, sniffled and broke into a sob. It was the first time you saw that headstrong demeanour crack. 

Who knew ghosts could weep and mourn the sorrows of their regrets after they were gone?

“But I was wrong about you.” His hand patted your shoulder. You looked at him and he gave you that nod of approval you’d spent years chasing. “You learnt what it truly means to be part of a pack. And I was wrong to think that bloodline was the only source such loyalty - such love - could be born from.”

“I learnt from the best,” you said, voice crackling slightly under the pressure of your own tears. He smiled with a shake of his head.

“But you’re far better than I. Braver than I ever could be. You surrendered yourself without fear to protect them. You always have. Mistaken for recklessness; you’ve a heart of pure wolf. You define Mother Nature’s intended protector. A leader.”

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. The familiar scent of pine blended together with his signature musk, but you could smell one more thing. 

The one rare scent a wolf could ever smell. It was often said that a werewolf would only smell it during three points in their life. It was like when people said that water has no taste. But when blindfolded, they would know it was water because they could taste it.

That was what spirit smelt like.

Your father stood up from your side. “I’m proud of you, Y/N. I’m proud of the person you’ve come to be. To embrace who you are, no matter how else anyone perceives you.”

“Thank you, Father,” you said with a bow of your head. You watched him wander back to the treeline, your mother and siblings waiting for him there. “Oh,” he mused as he shot you a wink, “don’t shy out on her this time.”

You smirked. “I won’t.”

You found yourself waving at the barren treeline as the world resumed around you, eyes red from the tears that streamed down your cheeks but you weren’t stricken by grief or guilt any longer. You were smiling. You were done running. 

“Home. A wolf calls this home.”

The sun had fallen over Alaska’s horizon and the orange curtain with it. The inkling of Northern lights danced across the blue and black sky, but the moon was bright and full. Your eyes were radiant in their excited glow as the Quinjet flew over the top of you, heading straight for the landing pad. 

With a flick of your thumb, the trinket rolled in the air before gravity pulled it back down, you snatched it into the palm of your hand. Your gaze never wavered as the Quinjet’s ramp lowered with a hiss. 

“Are you sure you want to go alone? You don’t want me to come with you?” Wanda asked from her spot, sitting cross legged on your bed as she helped pack some clothes for you. 

You threw a smirk over your shoulder. “You just want to get into my pants.” She gasped and slapped a hand to her chest, mouth agape to feign shock. “Y/N M/N L/N, the scandal!” she laughed, “I dare say, it makes me wonder what else goes on in that mind of yours.”

You raised a brow as you looked back at her, that amber hue bright as ever. 

‘You damn well know, Velvet Cupcake.’

‘Oh, do I ever.’

You both chuckled together and you grabbed a few pairs of pants from your drawers and brought them back to the bed. Wanda stood and placed a hand to your chest, halting you from packing. Your eyes moved from the delicate way her hand rested against your front, up her arm to her face. Her eyes didn’t meet yours, however, as you thought they would. “I’m going to miss you, Wolfie.” Her voice had lowered into a whisper, a sigh of disappointment not too far behind her words. Your good hand - as it could be - raised to tilt her fallen chin until her eyes found yours again. 

“It’ll only be for a short while. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” Her arms looped around your neck as your arm circled her waist and held her firm to your front. She took care to not lean her weight on you, afraid she would agitate your wounds. 

You didn’t really care much. You’d pull stitches fetching a stick she threw across New York’s busiest street during peak hour. 

“And you’ll finally tell me what it is you keep avoiding to tell me? Because I’m not letting you off the hook, Wolfie.” Your lips stretch into a toothy grin, a silent chuckle laced in your throat. You nodded in assurance.“Yeah, I’ll tell you everything.”

“Promise?” she purred with dangerously pursed lips and a sharpened glare. 

You nodded again slowly as you began to gently sway her side to side. “Meet me on the next full moon.”

She scoffed at this and rolled her eyes. “Where?”

You lean forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Trust me… you’ll know.”

Wanda pulled her arms to cover her chest as a particular chill ran down her spine, herself and the team exiting the Quinjet. She couldn’t help herself as her eyes coasted over the landscape in search of one thing. 

You were all she could think about during the last month. Time was far too slow for her liking and she counted the days even the hours until she’d see you again. 

“Looking for someone, Wanda?” Natasha asked with an all too knowing smirk as she walked down the ramp to join her. Wanda didn’t need to answer her, her chin tilted to the ground was answer enough for the ex-widow. “Funny to say this, but it feels good to be back,” said Clint with a small grin, carrying his and Natasha’s bags down the trail towards the lodge. 

“Y/N said it was a beautiful place,” Steve added with a shrug. Wanda stared up on the vacant hillside, gaze pulled there by a force unknown to her. She just knew you’d been there at some point recently. 

“Come on, Wanda. Let’s get settled in.” Sam curled an arm around her shoulders and led her after the others. The walk felt peaceful down to the house. No looming threats of an attack, no distant howls that haunted the valley like a dark cloud. 

The lights were on when the team arrived in anticipation for their arrival. They wandered up the porch and entered, Wanda however, paused before she could fully commit to the first step. Her eyes turned towards the thicket of woods around them.

You were waiting for her. Her eyes shimmered with a scarlet hue. “I’ll meet you guys inside,” she said to the others. “I have somewhere to be.”

“Gonna go and find the pup?” Tony asked, his eyes flickered up when he heard something rustle in the bushes somewhere in between the cluster of pines. She nodded, the act all too eager, as her fingers laced together. “They wanted to meet with me. They… want to tell me something.”

Natasha waved her off, encouraging her to do what she felt she needed to with a smile. “Just be back in time for dinner, alright?” Wanda nodded again and when the team walked inside, she turned and made for the pier. Something was pulling her there.

The lake was beautiful from where she stood at the end of the pier. She understood your love for the spot. How comforted you looked when she saw you standing watch, arms folded over your chest and leaned against one of the posts. 

Anxiously, she waited for some form of sign of you as she stood there, silently. She wouldn’t allow doubt to intrude on your promise to her. 

‘I told you you’d know.’

Wanda turned fast on her heel. Her relief in her anxious smile pulled her lips into a toothy grin, the corners of her eyes glistened at the sight of you. Your fur gently swept along with the wind as you stood proudly on the other end of the pier. Your head lifted a little higher until the radiant colour of scarlet in your wolfish eyes was visible. Slowly, you advanced towards her. She admired you for your strength to carry yourself despite the scars that marked your body and would for years to come. 

They were part of your legacy; a battle hard fought to protect your pack. A trophy that outranked any hunter’s prized quarry. Nothing could ever garner more admiration and respect than bearing the marks of war. Because it showed they had the strength to keep fighting even when their body was so close to giving in.

Wanda felt the pull of that ethereal thread tug her closer. She advanced towards you, her mouth agape as her eyes misted over. You stood on your hind legs and your body shifted back, your arms spread wide open as Wanda pushed herself into a jog. She practically threw herself into your embrace as her arms looped around your torso. “Wolfie,” she sniffled, “I missed you so much.”

You ran a hand along her back as a way of comforting her, your other cradled her jaw with a tenderness reserved only for her. You leaned your forehead against hers with a sigh as her rose scent filled your nose, you failed to subtly nuzzle your nose into her hair. “I missed you too,” you drawled quietly against her head. 

She pulled her chin away that had been tucked against your chest to gaze up at you. Your own met her there already, the same vibrant red glowed in your eyes. She’d admit you looked mesmerising - intimidating - with those coloured eyes. But nothing could conceal the hint of amber behind them; flaming coals that burnt with such passion and fire. Unbridled and unmatched ferocity. 

You took her face in your grasp and your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip. “You’re my mate, Wanda.”

“W-what?” she asked with knitted brows and the adorable scrunch of her nose. You huffed faintly in amusement. “You’ve felt the bond yourself. You’ve felt it - even just an inkling of it - since the last full moon. When I fell into the ruins, the thread of our tie were under threat of severing…”

Your voice quivered as it fell silent. The realisation dawned on you both again that your strength had almost given in. The soulmate tie almost plucked loose with your very close demise. It was why Wanda had shrieked your name with such anguish, such vigour it compelled you to keep fighting. “Even now, you knew to meet me on the pier.” You let a hand drop from her face to grab hold of one of her wrists. You brought her hand to rest over your heartbeat. Like waves, something pulsed beneath the steady rate of your heart. 

“The dread that I had the entire time you weren’t awake, while Helen and Bruce worked to bring you back, I… I felt like I was drowning. Suffocating and when you awoke I broke free from that. I felt like I could breathe again.”

You nodded. An accurate description many mated couples expressed in stories of their own experience. “You and I, Mother Nature intended us to be for each other. But… I-I’ll understand if you don’t–”

She pressed a finger to your lips and silenced you completely with a small whimper. She swore if you were in your other form, your ears would be folded back so far they would be lost to the thickness of your winter coat. She shook her head with a smile. 

“I know what it is like to feel alone. To feel rejected. And I promise you that I want this bond. I want you; both the wolf and the human. Every part of you Mother Nature intended to be mine. I want it.”

The wolf retreated back into the depths of your very soul to make way for you. Two different sides, but still very much intertwined. It was a balancing act but each of you shared the common interest; the betterment and safety of your pack and your mate.

“You accept?” you asked, you tried to fight the growth of anxiety and excitement. She giggled. “I accept it with all that I am.”

You pulled her lips to yours without another moment to spare. Her body flush against yours as you held her to you by her waist. Your thumbs danced over the fabric of her coat. Her nails scratched along your scalp to deepen the kiss. You bit down on her lip and she moaned. Your tongue met hers in the intimate entanglement you shared under the silver full moon, bathing the two of you in her light. 

When air became thin and nearly nonexistent in your lungs were you forced to withdraw from each other's heated kiss. “Getting wild again?” you chuckled with a click of your tongue. She had a mind not to shove you off the pier. “Unlike someone else,” she cooed with a hot breath beating against your neck. You whined at her insinuation. 

‘Touché.’

She stepped around you with her hands in yours, she began to drag you back towards the house. “The others are excited to see you, and Natasha wants us in for dinner.”

You didn’t budge, however, and Wanda was forced to stop when she realised you weren’t going to follow. Her brows furrowed as a ghost of a frown made itself present. “Wait a moment, I… I have something for you.” 

Damn it, you were going shy on her. You reached a hand to scratch behind your neck. Wanda’s body slowly moved back towards you to bridge the gap between you both. She tilted her head and damn it all, if she wasn’t so adorable. She had that effect on you. “What is it, Wolfie?”

“I…” Your sentence trailed off on the single word as courage deflated. You shook your head and stepped forward. “I’ll save it for later.” Her eyes were pressing you with that quizzical glare. “I promise. Come on, let’s head inside the den.”

After dinner, the cluster of you all gathered around in the lounge room. Familiar faces from the mission and those who stayed behind at the compound finally took the venture to see the beautiful snowy slopes of Alaska. 

“Come on, I never got to see them! Please, just one? Just one and I’ll stop asking, I swear,” Peter pleaded with his best attempt at puppy eyes, he was jeered at by the others, each of them told him to leave you be. They didn’t want you to get your back up because of peer pressure. Though you couldn’t miss the curiosity that some of the others themselves were guilty of. They just wouldn’t ask while it was still all a fresh ordeal. 

You raised a hand up to bring order to the argumentative group. “It’s alright,” you assured them. Wanda shifted beside you as you moved to pull the neck of your shirt down to reveal the marred flesh of your shoulder. Peter’s face was beyond priceless, eyes wider than any full moon you’d seen and jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Holy sh–”

Steve pointed at the teenager accusingly with a firm raise of his brow. “Language.”

Peter, after regaining his composure, looked back to you. “That alpha did that to you?” 

“Yep,” you answered with a nod, “All the way down my back too. Didn’t feel particularly nice either.” Wanda’s fingers soothingly ran through the length of your hair. She wasn’t shy about showing a strong level of affection, the matter of relationship between you both was silent but in the air. Where exactly you were with each other wasn’t spoken and known by account on the others, but there was no argument about it. It just felt natural, especially now that you’d told her the truth. 

You knew what you were to each other and that’s all that mattered. Natasha couldn’t help but pull Wanda aside during dinner to speak with her privately when she saw you both enter the house, your arm wrapped around her waist and pulled into your side. And the look she’d given you both after that was all the more evident Wanda confided in her the new foundation of your relationship together. 

“It’s good to see what you’ve done with the place, Y/N,” Steve said from his spot on the couch. His blue eyes scanned the walls that were once bare of anything besides the odd abstract canvas of art, now a host to frames of people he never knew personally; but through you he could pinpoint what trait belonged to either your father and mother’s side. 

“Thanks, Cap.” Your head turned up to view the sill of the lit hearth. The most treasured frames adorned their space once more. However the wall above the fireplace was bare. It needed something to fill that space. You knew exactly what. “It means a lot to me to have you all here. I want you guys to consider this place as a sanctuary, if you ever need to get away for a while. This is as much your home as it is mine.” 

Slowly, one by one, your packmates nodded in gratitude. In your first few months with the Avengers, you had a bit of a reputation of being unable to share space without getting territorial. A minor and nasty habit at that. But you worked hard to break out of it. You wanted to share your space with those you saw as your family. “Thank you, Y/N.” Natasha smiled at you and raised her beer. The same brand you couldn’t drink without getting an upset stomach. “To Wolfie,” she announced and the rest of them joined in raising their bottles and glasses alike. “To Wolfie!” 

You gave a bow of your head with a wave to fend off their antics. You looked to Wanda but you were pulled away from her by that one, single and very familiar thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

First your eyes and then your head followed suit. Up and down. 

‘Ball.’

“Oh boy,” a few of your teammates chuckled, all amused by the sight of your fixation on the red ball Tony bounced. He looked up as if he didn’t recognise he’d caused the commotion. “Oh yeah, this,” he held the ball up, “I thought we could finally put that theory to the test.”

The ball flew towards you, pulled from Tony’s hand by Wanda’s magic tinged fingertips. She caught it easily and smirked, her eyes found yours. “But first, I think we’re owed a game of fetch.”

“I get the first throw!” barked Sam immediately as he darted up from his seat, racing to the front door, his beer discarded without a second thought. He really was dedicated to getting that throw you denied him. Everyone followed after the enthusiastic bird boy and promptly dressed themselves for the cold. Tony held a manner of professionalism as he swaggered by, his hand snatched his coat off the rack and pulled it over his shoulders. 

“Come on, Mate.” Wanda cooed playfully, the singular word made your spine tingle from the way her accent tinted voice said to lowly in your ear. 

Your paws crunched through the snow with great ease as you bounded after the ball, your movements fluent and natural in this environment. Sam had a very good throwing hand. 

Cheers and applause came from behind you as you bit down on the ball tucked between your hot, panting jaws. Your tail wagged madly and your front bowed slightly. 

“Bring it here! Come on!” You sprinted back towards Sam, eager for another throw that would have you halfway across the half frozen lake. You dropped the ball into his awaiting hand with a rasped, high pitched growl and your jaws snapped together as he feigned to make the throw; obviously teasing you. 

“Go get it!” He shouted as he put all momentum behind his throw. You bolted after it in the blink of an eye. Indeed, the wolf could travel faster than red. 

When you returned, Wanda was next to retrieve the ball. Your breath came in hot, ragged and fast puffs. “We should head inside, it’s getting late.” 

Although there was a chorus of disappointed groans and pouts, Wanda assured them all that tomorrow they could play fetch all day long, if you were up for it of course. Your head bowed a few times with a snort, the team understood that you were in agreement with that idea.

Organising the sleeping arrangements was quite the carnival, but ultimately you and Wanda shared the master bedroom again. She changed into a similar style as she did the last time, an oversized shirt - one she had stolen from your stash - and a pair of panties. 

You now had free reign to let your eyes take in her form from head to toe, but a deep flush still bled into your neck and cheeks, your fluster made Wanda chuckle. The adorable and yet frightening alpha, her wolf and her mate. 

You pressed your forehead to her stomach when she stood before you, her hand found purchase in your hair again to massage your scalp. She knew your weak spot for head rubs was the small dip right near the juncture where your skull and neck met. 

You grumbled deeply when her fingers found that spot. “You’re too sweet on me,” you mumbled, not intentionally meaning for her to hear, but she lifted your chin so your eyes could meet. 

“Because you deserve it.” Her hands slipped down past your neck until they rested on your shoulders. Her body slightly arched forward as she tilted her chin down. Her state penetrated through the barrier of your mind.

‘And because I love you.’

Your brows raised and she saw your pupils shrink in response. Did you hear her correctly? What were you thinking, you’d never been bad for hearing. She confessed that she loved you.

Your hands ran up the back of her thighs and gripped her by her hips. “And I love you, Wanda Maximoff.”

She hummed and leaned down, her plump and soft lips ghosted over yours. She teasingly let the pink tip of her tongue press against your top lip. Your grip on her hips tightened a little.

“Don’t tease,” you rasped lowly, that dangerous glow marked the wolf’s return. She continued to ignore the warning. She was testing the big wolf before her, how much she could get away with, as your mate. 

“Or what?”

You flipped her over, your legs on either side of her and your hands pinned her wrists above her head. Your canines were longer now as you growled.

“Or the beast comes out,” you answered and Wanda shimmied her hips playfully from beneath you. Purposefully. She had you right where she wanted you from your first night together.

“And maybe I want that.” With a roll of her hips, Wanda Maximoff sealed her fate with Mother Nature’s finest killer when she pulled her stolen, oversized shirt up and over her head. 

Sunlight beamed in through the glass panel of the window, the idea to draw the curtains to block out the invasive light completely forgotten after last night. Wanda took the liberty of using you as her bed, her hair a little razzled and the scent of your climaxes only faint in the morning air. 

The blanket was pooled at the middle of her back, the rest of her body had you to keep her warm. Your hand absentmindedly ran up and down the column of her spine, your breaths even and slow. You heard her mumble softly beneath an exhale, her face calm and untroubled. She had everything she could want in that moment as did you. Seven years on the run had put you in a state that shut you off from everything and left you bitter because of the fear that one day Hydra would find you again.

Had you followed orders… you didn’t want to think about where you would be now. But that didn’t matter anymore. No one was ever going to tear you away from your mate or your pack. You were with them to the end of the line. 

Your other hand securely held the small trinket you’d saved, elegantly sliding along the golden chain. You decided to let Wanda sleep for a little while longer before you presented to her your most promising gift. Your everlasting vow that you would forever be by her side; come what may. 

THE END.

A/N — And there you have it, the finale of Habits of Mother Nature's Will. We've reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has shown their love and interest in this "trilogy". Truly, I appreciate it. More stuff to come, Babbies! Okay I'm just gonna... go back up to my treehouse now... bayy.

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

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[viviennevermillion]

Beauty and the Beast

notes: this came to me in a dream....well, sorta. listen to this beautiful version of the song "Beauty and the Beast" by Karliene!

contains: capitano x gn!reader

warnings: none!

The Captain was feared by many. From his current homeland of Snezhnaya to the far edges of Teyvat, he was known to be a menace on the battlefield. Mysterious, never revealing his face or true identity and never leaving any traces that could have you guessing at who the man was behind the mask truly was. If there were more witnesses to his missions aside from the loyal Fatui soldiers, the Captain mused he surely would have become some sort of boogeyman by now; a story to tell your children to make sure they don't just go running off on their own or; considering the creative liberties some of their parents might take making up stories about the fearsome warrior; dont leave the house at all for at least three weeks.

Everyone was always wary of the Captain. They kept their distance from him unless they were called closer. After all, wasn't it better to be safe than sorry? Granted, a lot of the commonfolk would fear the harbingers given their position in the Tsaritsa's court. But even among those who were regarded as brave by their peers, few would be mad enough to willingly get closer to any of the high-ranking ones. Such was the path fate seemed to have laid out for Capitano and he was sure that he was meant to walk it alone. To do his duty, follow his principles; even when others were quick to disregard them and believe the tall man had no such thing as values or a sense of kindness in his heart.

It was easy to brush off the unknown and the powerful as monsters and killing machines. It was a familiar response to that which people struggled to grasp, even when Capitano handed out soup for all his subordinates in the cold dead of winter nights, when they had been sent on a mission. Even when he sent the injured home rather than using them as cannon fodder on the battlefield. Even when some of the Fatui soldiers walked by to see Capitano tend to the palace garden, trying to give some life back to the soils of Teyvat after all the deaths that had occured in the wars and conflict he led his subordinates into. One could always find an explanation for his behavior without having to jump to the conclusion that the Captain was capable of caring and nurturing life other than his own.

And then there was you. You, who caught him off-guard by simply approaching him as if he was just one of the many souls you met in your day-to-day life. You showed no sign of fear towards him. He'd have brushed you off as naive if he didn't know better. But then again, what was so bad about giving a chance to someone like him?

Capitano always tried to appear less intimidating when he was around you; scared of losing something he never even noticed he was lacking. Kindness and attention from another. Someone who genuinely wanted to get to know him. And so, how could he not indulge you? Over the passing of days and months you learnt many things about him he hadn't shown to anyone in a long time. Maybe he would have, if someone had only dared to ask.

You learnt that he liked taking care of Zapolyarny Palace's vibrant garden a little once in a while; although he admitted that sometimes he messed up and destroyed some of the flowers on accident because of his sheer physical strength.

You learnt that he liked collecting trinkets from his travels; the walls of his room being ornated with several ships in bottles, ancient maps, trophies and photographs of places he had been to. Death seemed to follow a man like Capitano like a shadow at his heels; his shoes seemed to be made to pound the pavement and trample everything in their wake. The objects he brought home with him reminded him that life was also all around him. That almost every place he went to had been touched by humans and their unwavering curiosity and relentlessness. He quite enjoyed telling some of the stories behind them to you. Relaying what he had learnt and observed about civilization to someone he hoped considered him a kindred soul.

You learnt that he made some crafts in his freetime and enjoyed reading biographies of famous travelers.

You learnt that behind that mask; behind his power and status, Capitano was just a man. From the first time you saw him, Capitano felt like that was the only thing you ever looked at. The man behind the mask. Like you beckoned him to come closer and tell you his story; to rest his weary bones from battle and enjoy the moments you were able to spend together.

Ever since he became a harbinger, Capitano had never seen much reason to take off his mask in the presence of another person. For what were they to see, but another face of evil?

Besides, it protected his identity and gave him an additional aura of authority; not that he particularly needed it.

But when he took that mask off before you for the first time; when he showed you the raw emotion his face never had to hide for as long as he was wearing his helmet; showed you the battle scars that lined his features and the face so many had theorized about and feared despite never having caught a glimpse of it; all you did was call him beautiful. Accepted him as he was and affirmed to him that you liked what you saw.

When you cupped his face for the first time; the first touch he had received like that in many, many years; Capitano melted into your touch as if you were his salvation.

Now, after years of fighting and wandering the earth, he had finally arrived at a place he could call home.

He chuckled at how you handled him as if he was the one needing protection.

It's something different, he mused, I needed something different.

He readily accepted your love and affection with open arms; from the featherlight kisses you blessed his face with to the way you'd cherish the flowers he had grown himself in the garden and the stories he told you about the world.

Now, even in his hardest battles, death was nothing but a distant voice; for life resided in the heart you had given him to protect and he was reminded of you a little by almost everything around him. Of the nights you spent resting in his arms, the evenings you had danced with him through the empty ballrooms of the castle; teasing him with a reminder to not step on your feet; and of the taste of your lips.

One day, he knew, he'd bring a ring home to you to ask him to stay by his side forever.

"Thank you", he told you as he pressed a warm, soft kiss to your cheek, "for not seeing me as a monster. For taking the time and patience to get to know me. For loving me as I am, just as lost as anyone, really." And you had taken his hand and sworn that you would always love him. Even in this ever-changing world, when the sun has set and risen again a million times, the storms had raged across the land and the sky had shifted; still your love lived on.

#genshin impact #il capitano x reader #capitano x reader #il capitano #capitano fluff #genshin impact x reader

[asumofwords]

Ok lets talk about the important thing here:

How do you think Aemond, Aegon, Daemon and Cole dicks are?

🤔

Okay this is a really important question that I must answer.

And since my brain only ever thinks and imagines these things, and in my experience I have a fairly good eye for guessing (hands give it allll awayyyyy), let me begin 😈

Aemond’s cock would be long and have a nice thickness to it, I wouldn’t say he would be massively girthy, but I feel like your hand couldn’t wrap around it completely 😈.

His tip would be a blush pink, the same colour as his lips. He would occasionally trim the hair around the base, and that man is definitely veiny 🤤 I feel like he would be a good 6-7 inches long and very clean 🤤

There’s just something about skinny men, they always have a horse cock.

He has the perfect size dick (although to be fair, I actually hate long cocks because they hurt my cervix lmao) and he knows what to do with it. It has a slight upwards curve, a gift from the gods truly.

His cum would be salty, and quite nice to swallow down. It wouldn’t be gross or foul tasting, this man has a strict diet, and exercises often !

Aemond is clean and makes sure to take good care of his cleanliness and appearance, prim and proper like his attire.

Where Aemond has length, Aegon has girth.

He would sit around 5-6 inches long and super fucking girthy, not a chode, but quite thick. It would stretch you uncomfortably or painfully if you didn’t prep first. His tip would be the same colour as his lips but would get a deeper shade of pink and look angry when he’s horny.

I feel that he wouldn’t be too veiny, though would have some very soft foreskin to nibble on and I feel a bit extra tbh💀

Aegon is one of those fuckers who can cum and keep going, must run in the family. Absolute menace too, despite his cruelty, man knows how to make you squeal. He’s a whore, he fucks whoever, whenever, and has learnt tricks along the way.

Man definitely has a dick that smells like a dick. Not exactly the cleanest of cocks, musky as fuck, salty too, and his cum would be rancid because his diet consists of just alcohol and scraps of food lmao.

Definitely used one of his many dildo toys on himself or will use it on you instead, or make you use it on yourself and have him watch 😮‍💨

Aegon could dissolve your insides with his spunk. Acidic as fuck, a one way highway to thrush or BV. Hits good tho….

Daddy Daemon has a monster cock.

I’m not joking. Look at the size of this man. And his hands ? Huge. HUGE. I’m not joking. I’ve seen it. Anyway, back to his cock.

Daemon has a dick around 8-9 inches long and fat as fuck, he’s got a meaty cock.

A third leg. A tripod if you will.

Poor Rhaenyra is getting her guts rearranged every time he fucks her. She needs 3-5 business days to recover from the sheer force of the thing.

Pale and veiny, when hard his foreskin pulls back to reveal a gentle pink tip (same as his lips). Clean and well kept, Daddy Daemon’s cum tastes like when the heavens have opened and you have been offered retribution. Sometimes sweet, depending on what he has eaten.

Would absolutely be open to the idea of being pegged and anal play. Loves having his ass eaten ngl. This man is a freaky queer daddy 😈

Shoots fucking ropes though, you’ll be leaking for days!

Ser Criston Cole deserves no praise, but I would be lying if I said he didn’t have a pretty cock.

Tan, and a bit on the longer side like Aemond, this man would not know what to do with it. A sin really, to have such a pretty cock, and not use it.

A slightly more tanned knob, leaning to a soft purple colour, average thickness and the occasional vein, upwardly curved for your pleasure.

Ser Cole’s cock would be as clean as a whistle. I feel like Cole would definitely let you put a finger inside his ring, maybe too, and he would blush so pretty about it.

His bush would be soft as fuck too, have you seen this man’s hair ? Lush as fuck, looks like it should be in a hair commercial ad, and velvety smooth. I wouldn’t mind getting some of those hairs tangled up in my nose 🤪💀

His cum would be musky, yet not repugnant like Aegon. He eats well and is always moving so it wouldn’t be marinating inside of him, though I wonder if he empties the tank often or not, or if he actually is fermenting his seed 🤪

#i need a lobotomy

[jade4956]

YN.YL = Veronica Miedema

Kerstin Casparji = herself

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"No I'm not okay it's not right to me that you sign for a one year contract and then you say city didn't give you the right amount of game time or city's not good enough for me" Kerstin yelled

"But it's not good for me I left Arsenal because I was sick of constantly being compared to Viv all the time, so when I got a contract to city I was soo excited because you were here I ." I got interrupted

"Then why don't you sign the contract extension and stay here with me, get more game time from city and actually make it work for you" she said

"But I don't want it to work here at city I want to join Barca it's been a dream of mine to play at Barca and it would be an amazing opportunity for me. I would make a name for myself not just Vivianne miedema's  little sister"

"Then leave, leave like you always do the second something doesn't go your way you leave SO LEAVE" she said staring dead at me then walked away to the spare room.

I didn't know what to do was it so hard for her to accept that I had and amazing opportunity for Barca. Did she not think I was good enough or did she only want me to stay so she could be with me at city. What do I do I thought.

Kerstin's pov:

The next day was awkward we didn't speak to each other at all we didn't take the same car to training which made it obvious to others we were arguing. Something I learnt about Veronica she wasn't one to give in and she was very good at the silent treatment. But if Ronni was gonna play the silent game so was i.

Everyone was around the breakfast room and was chatting away eating before warm up. I sat with Mary and a couple of the other girls whilst instead of have Ronnie next to me usually half asleep I watched her walk into the cafeteria and go sit with Hempo, Esme and Sandy. Hempo gave me a look as general confusion but I just shrugged it off not really want to talk to everyone about it and effect the team, I mean Ronnie can't avoid me forever we play right next to each other in games.

Veronica's POV

I was asked to go to one of the stuffs room that focus around our contracts and a payment and stuff like that. I was being payed quite a lot to play at city and that was really appreciated, I hadn't looked into the Barcelona contract deal and the payment, game time and stuff like that so I though maybe it was about my other option for clubs and Barcaldine included. Whilst walking there I saw some of the girls and started to walk over to them since I don't think I'm in a rush to get the the staffs room, until I saw Kerstin was there then immediately turned around that didn't go unnoticed by her. We don't usually argue but when we do it's big well bigger for us. I restarted to walk the staffs room and eventually got there. Knocking on the door then walking in to being greeted by the staff member

"Hello Veronica" he spoke whilst sitting down with a desktop facing in between were we sat across from on another and 5 pieces of paper spread out as well " I think you could take a guess about why your here and that's for you potential other contracts or your city contract" The staff member flip the sheets of paper over to reveal the other side that had the teams that were interested in me two including Manchester City and Barcelona "Now I know you have leaned toward going to Barca but there were other options like Bayern, Liverpool and one other one but I'm not sure how you'll feel about it but it's Arsenal and I know you've made it clear that your not interested in going back to the gunners team but they have offered the same amount of money and your expected to have more game time then beforehand, your contract would be for 2 years, city have a similar offer with more money, your currently being payed 300k but there contract has changed for 350k they would sign you for a 3 year contract deal"

"Ok So my former club Arsenal is telling us that I'll have more game time and the same amount of money when that exact same club said that the first time and I was completely overlooked and robbed, if you can't tell arsenal isn't an option" I say say looking very unimpressed with arsenal but trying to be more understanding

"Okay so no arsenal have you thought about Bayern and Liverpool" he moved the sheets of paper in front of me for a look

"Bayern are offering you the exact same contract as city did when you first joined, whilst Liverpool are only offering you 200k which is a step down so I'm not positive on you salary step down but it depends on what you want to do, your contract would include 2 years with them, now I'll get to Barcelona once you get let's say three out of the way and will leave it to Barcelona and another club to decide, I'm going to duck out for a second but I'll be back soon"

I was looking through the papers and immediately put Arsenal to the side along with Liverpool, I hadn't really thought of Bayern before I mean I've heard great thing from it and when Georgia and I hung out she spoke about how she enjoyed it so much but then again you really didn't feel like going somewhere people are going to still compare you to Viv, because Viv was fantastic at Bayern one of there former best players and almost everyone will expect you to be even better then her. I put Bayern to the side And look what's staring at me MANCHESTER CITY in bright blue writing, a pay up I would be put into the top 10 most expensive players not that I care about how much I'm worth but that's kinda cool to see people paying you so much that your in a top 10 most expensive with world class players, I guess it's back down to City and Barca.

"Ah I'm assuming your choosing between City and Barcelona, well what are you leaning towards" the man said walking through the door and taking his seat again

"Well I mean a Barcelona would be great to play at but now I think about it more and more I really do wanna give city a better try but I mean it is Barcelona so who knows the opportunities I could get you know" I say completely distraught on the decision

"Yes well depending on you feel with your salary your mind might change on Barcelona" he says looking at me after reading the city contract then the Barcelona contract"

Kerstin's pov

"Yeah I don't know Mary and now we're both giving each other the silent treatment and it's just not a fun feeling knowing your partner want to move away from you" I say looking down after explaining why Ronnie and I haven't been speaking

"Well if I'm being completely honest you should be happy she could possibly be going to Barcelona like she's just proving she and amazing player and plus I don't think she want to move away but she's doing to to benefit her career don't you think that's a good thing"

"Yeah but you know I'm really proud of her and happy for her but it's just not how I would have wanted our relationship to pan out and I don't know if I could do long distance and I don't wanna ruin our relationship"

"Your not going to ruin the relationship, she loves you and I'm pretty you love her"

"Okay but what do I do now, do I wait at home for her do I stay here, do I March in the office saying I am proud of you for getting an offer at Barca and I love you so take it" I say making weird voices

"Wait for her at her car and then talk to her"

"Okay I will" I say hugging Mary as she stands up

Veronica's POV

"So you're telling me a huge club that pays crazy amounts for play wants to change my pay from 300k to 150k and they want to quarter my game time and take me on a loan after my contract is up" I say looking at the man shocked

"Yes and if I'm being completely honest it is a huge step down and for you personally wouldn't be the step you should take" he responds "I know you have spoken to me about you city contract and your not positive on it but now that you've seen the other contracts including the Barca one maybe you would reconsider or maybe having a look at one of the other ones again"

"Yeah but I know this might be a biased question for you but what's the best step" I say hoping for a non biased answer considering he works under the Manchester City club name

"I say your best options are City, Bayern or Arsenal" He immediately answered

"Okay I'm not going back to arsenal but I'm rethinking Bayern again" I said out loud when really I was thinking to say it in my head

"So where declining Liverpool, Barcelona and Arsenal" he questions turning the desktop to face me more

"Yes" that was my final answer for those 3

"Now you can have a think about those two considering you have a lot more to think about now price range and game and also contract wise how long you gonna be there for "We can set up another meeting for maybe a week from today or you can send an email of your decision"

"Would it be fine to set up a meeting but cancel if I send an email"

"Of course, it was a pleasure doing this with you, I might say your quite professional" he shook my hand across his desk "I'll send the emails to your rejected clubs and keep a close eye if anything has been changed or has been offered"

"Thank you and I do very much appreciate it" I shook his hand back then exiting the room

That was not what I expected I expected to immediately accept Barcelonas offer but not after what I saw one that contract not at all. But now I'm stuck between to options again Manchester City or Bayern Munich.

A/N: Part two anyone ???? Or just leave it there also if I do, do a part two send request how it should end or comment i don’t care

#woso #netherlands #kerstin casparij #kerstin casparij x reader #bayern munich #barça femeni #arsenal wfc #manchester derby #manchester city #vivianne miedema

[broooooo]

Nock nock nock

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It was like any other day...

I am alex, a guy who doesn't exactly have a firm grip on things, I live mostly locked up in my apartment, and outside of shopping, I don't do much

I was resting on my couch when I heard it..

*Nock nock nock*

Someone... Something was at my door

I've heard it countless times prior and always ignored it.

I learnt from others that to get a nock at the door is a chance to change everything.

Those drones.. that have taken over the population, I've seen it happen to friends and family, though they very much enjoyed the transformation and do technically retain their normal selves, I still found it strange , yet fascinating.

Some friends I've known used to wish to be like others, sexually active and hot, when they got the chance , they jumped at the chance and in the end I'd never seen them happier, stroking their large latex cladded cocks... A leaky fountain of pre and cum..

I admit I've been curious..

I used to feel extremely turned on to sexual things once, but it's died for me, I can't feel much or anything, I can't stay hard either, it's quite saddening.

If I opened that door ... Hmmmm

*I contemplated for what felt like forever before going with my gut and the adrenaline.

And opened the door...

My eyes met the black rubber figure

I'd have seen him before but not this close up

He is drone Aaron, my neighbour. It's quite jarring too remember his past, he was so sad and lonely, but now. .. *my eyes sparkled with envy*

I stood up straight

"h - hello.."

Aaron's black head slowly unravels to reveal his normal face, he bends forward and smiles, with one hand on his rubber cock

I stare at his deep blue eyes as I feel my own cock try to stir within my pants.

"well well.. someone's interested. Aren't they? Wink" Aaron says softly

I- well .... *Blushes* I don't think I've seen a drone up close before...

Aaron chuckles and smiles " I know how you feel, I felt the same way once..now's your chance to look even closer.. would you like that?"

I- well... Idk... I don't know what it feels like to be aroused anymore... *Sad face*

Aaron looks down and puts his hand on my shoulder

"don't worry.. I got your back, why don't we chat inside?"

Oh .. yes. Sure

I invite him in and close my door.

Aaron sits on my couch, I go over to sit down next to him..

*awkward silence*

Aaron speaks up

"do you like what you see?"

You mean dronehood right?

Welll .. it does seem.. fun

*awkward laughing*

And you're.. um.. *pointing to Aaron's leaking rubber clad dick*

Looks fun too? Yeah...

Aaron chuckles * nervous are we? I understand... Here. You can play with it if you want* smiles

'im shocked and surprised but excited?'

Aaron comes closer next to me and guides me hand onto his dick, it's veiny, soft and rock hard, slick from the leaking.... It sends shivers through me as I feel the sensation of latex and pre on my hands.

*how does that feel? Aaron smiles*

I- um... Idk ... It feels... Amazing... Ehehe chuckles

Aaron also laughs back... "I can tell. Your dick seems to be reacting well."

I look down to my surprise.. my dick is hardening? But.. but now..

It's normal.. don't worry*Aaron squeezes my bulge sending further waves through me. I'm almost zoning out at how relaxed and happy I am.

"Tell me .. are you ready?"

I turn to Aaron and nod..

Yeah... I want this.. I haven't been able to feel like this in so long... I want it . I need it.. I want to feel like this all the time ..

Please. Convert me.. 'I release my dick from my pants and it becomes fully hard'

Aaron smiles... *That's all I needed to hear..*

___

The next few hours? Was a blur, from the moment I said yes. Aaron led me to my bed and started to caress me, breathe and speak softly.. as he lubed up my dick and my body with his pre and working on my dick, rubbing and edging,

My mind was horny. I was horny. For the first time in forever... I was so happy..

Aaron slid on some leather boots , heavy and thick on my feet, as he worked on spreading latex on me.

It was slow and steady, warm and comfy. The latex hugged my muscled body and slowly took over my mind... My dick was harder than rock and throbbing from arousal.

Aaron then slides his drone dick into my ass . Converting me from within sending the latex nanites to create a latex body.. a new drone to the hive

I was in a state of hypnotic bliss , ready to cum, ready to obey, Aaron was fucking me , and I was being converted.

Then it happened. Aaron came , cummed a giant load after load of latex drone cum into my ass, just as I began to cum

I came for the first time in forever. My mind went along with it. I was still Me, but I was obedient and horny, just like I wanted...

Idk how long I came for.. it felt like forever had passed.

According to Aaron my dick was Cumming and leaking cum for hours. A record to say the least. He was impressed. When I came too, I slowly woke up, with a new body. Latex, and muscled , my feet were heavy leather boots and I had straps and belts hugging my shiny body

Aaron spoke up* enjoyed your self buddy? Or should I say.. drone 8976?*

I stared at my hard leaking rubber dick..

Yes..... It was amazing... Thank you... So much *tears falling* I must cum and obey.. I am drone 8976 , online and ready for action.

Aaron smiles* hehe, I hope we can play together again one day. it was fun.. now .. let's go shall we?* He extends his hand and picks me up

We leave my apartment on a new adventure, to nock at the doors of someone who may be in need ..

I was a drone... I couldn't be happier

Will you open the door if you hear it?

______

Hehe hi guys

Long time no story!

Ik it's been awhile and I really wanted to write something, I hope you guys like this one. Idk how I feel about it.. but I think it will do!

AAAAAAA

[ashvampire]

cw; violence, death

At twilight, a number of councillors, merchants and guards had been summoned deep beneath Kogoruhn, into one of its many halls. They were given no explanation as to why, just that it was important and vital that they came.

It was a spacious hall, lit by mage-lights which drifted idly above. They only lit the entrance of the hall, the rest of it was shrouded in darkness.

They entered the hall one by one. Some recognised each other as they came in, and a sense of dread began to hang in the air. They remained silent, not daring to talk. There were guards in and outside of the hall, watching them all closely. As more people came in, the greater that dread grew.

Once all were inside, the doors were closed and then locked by guards. They began to speak then, demanding to know why they’d been brought there. As they raised their voices and searched for answers, the guards suddenly moved. They wrestled and held them down, binding their wrists and putting magicka-restricting enchantments on them.

Once all of them were bound, the mage-lights moved, revealing the rest of the room.

Someone laid on the floor ahead, beaten bloody and unconscious. His truths had spilled like his blood, and he had purposefully been left lying there, where the others could see him. So they knew that they had been caught; that their secrets were now known.

Dagoth Voryn stood in front of them all, holding his hands behind his back to hide their trembling. He kept his face expressionless, a mask he’d learnt to wear in his adolescents. He couldn’t quite keep the fear and guilt out of his eyes, but he held his head high and tried to make himself look confident.

The guards stood behind the captives, making sure no one tried to escape. Each one had been chosen by Voryn. They were the ones he trusted the most; some he had grown up knowing, others had connections to his uncle. He had few he could trust, and he wasn’t even certain the guards he had chosen wouldn’t betray him. There was only one he trusted not to tattle, though he was not a guard, nor of House Dagoth, but a stranger from the mainland. An outsider. He stood next to Voryn, his chitin boots slick with red.

“You know why you’re here,” Voryn said, forcing himself to speak loud and clear, keeping the tremble out of his voice. He didn’t look at any of the captives before him in the eye. He knew some of them; some he’d even known since he was a child.

“You would betray the empire?!” one of them yelled, both fear and anger in her voice. Voryn dared to look at her; she was a Chimer woman, someone Voryn remembered attending numerous council meetings. He now knew her as an informant of the Nordic Empire.

“You betrayed your own people!” the mer beside Voryn growled, pointing his dagger at her.

The woman gave a look of disbelief. “What choice did I have?! We can’t win against the Nords!” She looked to Voryn pleadingly. “Don’t do this, serjo! They’ll destroy House Dagoth! Surely you realise this?!”

Voryn’s nails dug into the palms of his hands. He was well aware of what would come. He knew he wasn’t ready for war. In truth, he wanted to bury his head in the sand, as his father and brother had done before him. But House Dagoth was already starting to crumble, all of its wealth being handed over to the empire, and surrounded by enemies inland and out at sea. It was easier to hide, and pretend that everything was fine. To look away when villages were overrun by Dwemer or pirates, and as his council was slowly replaced by informants of the empire.

It was the outsider by Voryn’s side that had convinced him to look. Not only look, but do something. He had whispered promises of glory and power in his ears, his breath smelling of skooma and his hands pressed against Voryn’s chest. Somewhere in that fervour, Voryn had agreed to all this.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, and looked to the outsider, searching for approval. Their eyes met, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.

“Nerevar;” Voryn said with hesitance, and gestured to the people before him.

The outsider nodded, an eagerness in his eyes that Voryn chose to ignore. He started with the one already on the floor, flipping him over onto his back and slitting his throat with one fast motion. Then he turned, and some of the captives tried to flee. They were held in place by the guards, none succeeding in breaking free.

Voryn forced himself to watch as Nerevar stalked towards them, his glass dagger gleaming in the pale mage-light. He went to the woman who’d spoken first, standing in front of her in silence. The woman didn’t speak or move, her betrayal turned to fear. Voryn felt his tremors grow worse, and his mask was slipping. He wanted to tell Nerevar to stop, but his jaw seemed locked in place. Even his eyes refused to move, even though he wanted desperately to look away.

Nerevar lunged, plunging the dagger into the woman’s stomach and cutting upwards. There was screaming, and gagging. Nerevar stabbed his blade between her rips, and the woman shuddered and slumped, taking a few raspy breaths before she went silent.

The others died in a similar manner, and Voryn was still frozen where he was, watching each death with wide eyes. After the last one took their final breath, Voryn dismissed the guards, trying to muster his confidence again. He failed, his voice trembling as he told them to leave.

Nerevar cleaned his dagger on one of the dead’s robes, and then approached Voryn. There were specks of blood on his face.

“I hate you,” Voryn said under his breath. “I knew most of those people.” Nerevar walked right up to him, so close they could feel each other’s breath.

“I hate you,” Nerevar replied, eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who made me kill them.”

Voryn’s hands seemed to move on their own accord, cupping Nerevar’s face. He leaned forwards and gently kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll need you to kill for me again, if we are to fight this war,” he whispered. He tasted blood.

“Only if you do the same for me.”

#they are horrid (affectionate) #i have lots of thoughts about their relationship. i could write 1000 words about it #my work #morrowind #voryn dagoth #house dagoth #nerevar #indoril nerevar #tes fic #tes #cw death #cw violence #nerevoryn #idk if this really counts as nerevoryn but it is to me

[rottencoreflesh101]

I came up with a random ass design in my head while I was coloring a commission and he popped in…. My lil meow meow, my lil star breathing dork

I wont finish his ref since comms are my up most priority.

Sum more about Hoshi!

Hoshi is one of Uzui Tengen’s sons.

Hoshi was a very troublesome child and gave Uzui and his wives their daily doze of exercise trying to keep him steady. He is very active!

Hoshi couldn’t fit into sound breathing requirements so he learnt basic swordsman and ninja skills.

Tengen visited the corp and tried his best to talk to the hashiras if they could teach his son a breathing technique but most of them were quite busy and just couldn’t take him since his troublesome record.

Mayumi approached Tengen and she decided she would be happy to take Hoshi as her tsugoku. Hoshi learnt his own breathing technique, star breathing thanks to Mayu, the moon hashira.

Mayu actually needs a companion in her missions, she gets a stuffy nose pretty easy when its cold so she cant pick up scents which is something she relies on most so having Hoshi with her helps her a lot so its a win/win.

Hoshi does makeup, does his hair, always smells nice, haves skin routines etc etc just like his father. He is always flashy but don’t underestimate him, he isn’t afraid to get dirty.

His top is very revealing but it’s just because his breathing techniques required a serious amount of flexibility and he often ripped apart his uniform while performing so they chopped it off.

Star Breathing forms

Morning Star: series of extremely fast slashes causing star sparks. This action causes the blade to heat up and when in contact it burns like the sun to demon. Tho this technique takes a lot of stamina and strength.

Star catcher: N/A

Shooting star: The user must carry a throwable weapon connected with a chain/rope to be able to use this form. The user will throw the weapon(in this case, Hoshi’s spike rings) to the target with maximum speed, the weapon will stab it’s victim and quickly inject poison. The user will have a short amount of time to manipulate the victim’s movements forcing them to the chain’s submission.

Spark clash: N/A

Reflecting moon: N/A

Sparkle poi: This is very similar to “string performance” from sound breathing. The user will hold onto the weapon’s chain and start rotating the weapons in high speeds but make sure the weapon is slighting hitting the ground to start a series of fire star sparks which would set the weapon on a series of blinding spark rotations. THO! Please be aware that if not done right, the user can suffer blindness.

Star injection: N/A

Flash Bang: the user will start swinging the twin weapons in a rotational motion and start causing lots amounts of star sparks and once the spark are strong enough (till they start creating heat waves) the user will swing the twin weapon down at the ground creating a huge flash bang stunting those around witnessing it for about 5-7 minutes. If the user isn’t trained enough for this form, it can stunt themselves.

#rot hashira #demon slayer #kny #kny oc

[earlgrey24]

ask game: 1, 26, 27

Thanks for the asks!

1. Who is your favourite historical person?

I have a lot of favourites, so it's hard to choose! But I'd have to go with Camille Desmoulins. He was very talented, though he arguably kept making bad life choices. I also really appreciate his views on divorce and women's rights in general (it was far from perfect but I'd argue it was quite progressive for its time). Him and Lucile seemed to have a genuinely nice relationship. And, judging from the anecdotes I've read, there just seems to be something deeply human about him, reflected in a way in which he reacted to the things happening around him.

For a woman from history, I'd have to go with Émilie du Châtelet. I devoured the book of her collected writings yesterday, so I'm very biased at the moment. I definitely think that she must have been one of the brightest minds in the 18th century. Her writings on the role of women and happiness just really resonate with me. Her life story is a bit all over the place but very entertaining, until it gets tragic.

26. Forgotten hero we should know about and admire?

This is a story on a very small scale, but I've recently learnt about Jindřiška Nováková and it really moved me. She was only 14, yet she participated in the resistance during the time in which Czechia was occupied by Nazi Germany. She helped to move and hide a bike used by one of Heydrich's assassins, which may not seem like much, but back then, it meant risking not only her life but also that of her family. Someone reported it and she was taken away for questioning, and yet she didn't reveal anything.

Unfortunately, she was later killed in the Mauthausen concentration camp, making her the youngest victim there.

27. Favourite historical “ What if… ” ?

Oh, that's a good one! I don't really have the sufficient expertise to answer it, but I sometimes wonder if things would be different if the US came to help the French people during the revolution? Namely in a form of a military aid?

I'm not sure if things would be better, but it's an interesting thought.

Though maybe it's just residue from my past amrev obsession and the echoes of Cabinet Battle stuck in my brain.

#ask game #ask away #french revolution #camille desmoulins #émilie du châtelet #frev #amrev #nazi germany #czechia #czech history #history #20th century #18th century #1700s #ask tag #frev community

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

5+ headcanons for an au where

Dick Grayson wakes up in a strange place and learns he isekaid into bnha when he tumbles out of wash's stomach

i SHOULD HAVE KNOWN MY SINS WOULD ONE DAY LEAD ME HERE BUT OH WELL-

Dick is SO glad Japanese was one of the languages he learnt with Bruce, headcanon 1 comes in here though, because BNHA Japan is set in the future his grasp of the language is archaic. He's speaking the kind of langauge people here their grandparents talk about int he films THEIR grandparents watched. There's enough semblance to communicate to an extent but he has to basically learn a whole new language whilst he's there.

He's managed to convince this world full of superpowered humans living in what was once a scifi dream that some kind of western demon has tumbled out of the fea realm. He's *too bendy*, too out of touch with the world as if he stepped out of time and isn't quite sure how he's popped back in at the wrong time but ISN'T surprised about powers??? Even though dated by his language there would be nothing like that if he was just a regular kid oh and he speaks in fucking riddles - see battalk- and grunts - more battalk.

I'm going to say he's young for this, i'm going to say he's 15. Just before he starts arguing with Bruce. Why you ask? Because it's funny as shit for the police/heroes/whoever ends up with this possible unaging entity to realise oh this is a kid after he tells them he needs to get back to his dad and grandfather because if his dad doesn't find him then he's going to end up destroying stuff in hsi path till he DOES find him.

Batman is known as a potential demon lord in the BNHA world. It greatly amuses Dick, it pissess AFO off so much when he hears about this creature but there is DEFO something fucked about this kid with no quirk and he is literally the boogyman of Japan he's not going to play stupid games get stupid prizes on seeing if the devil is real.

Dick ends up with a hero at SOME point and your classic ends up going to UA thing happens. He's atrocious at it. Not because he can't work with others, no no. But because he's so used to teen heroes being on his level in some way - whether it be ability, range or at least experience. He lasts three practical lessons before threatening to walk out. Damn every undercover op B ever trained him for, damn everything he will not be putting up with this shit anymore, he's fought jokerized civilians with more competency and team capabilities than his classmates!

Wash keeps an eye on the little kid that tumbled out of him; he was very nice about it, apologised a lot and explained he'd gotten seperated midbattle from his father and he didn't MEAN to use his stomach as a doorway but you know when you got shoved out of existence and into the next one over you didn't really get to pick your doors-

Bruce ends up finding a way to isekai himself to the BNHA world.

He opens a portal - probably with Zatara and/or Constantine's help, pokes his head through revealing this cloaked shadowy horned white eyed beast to those on the other side that reaches out with a disembodied arm with spikes (grieves armour) on it! And just snatches Dick by the back of his uniform and calls him 'Robin' and the boys whole demeanour changes, he says goodbye and gets yoinked through the portal.

Everyone in BNHA is convinced they just heard a spirits 'true name'.

If anyone ever tries a demon/spirit summoning using the monikor robin they end up overshooting by a good couple of years in the DC-verse and end up pulling in Jason, Tim or Damian and concur that Robin was a demonic princely title.

#send me an au and i'll write 5+ headcanons for it #the amazing blou

[silvfyre-writings]

Jacket Blankets (BSD Fanfic)

I wrote this a few weeks ago, and felt like posting it finally. Just a cute little drabble of the my favourite boys <3

ENJOY!

Ever since he’s started dating Ranpo, Bram has found his more comfortable clothes being stolen by the younger, and it’s gotten to the point that instead of checking his own closet for his jackets, he has to go to Ranpo’s closet to take them back. But if he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t mind. In fact, he quite enjoys coming home to see Ranpo bundled up in whatever sweater or hoodie he’s decided is his for the time being—he always gives them back when they start to smell like him instead of Bram. Bram finds that a little odd, but he’s not one to judge, so he just washes whatever clothing item Ranpo gives back to him and wears it for a couple of days before it gets stolen again.

However there is one jacket that Ranpo steals for comfort purposes only, and that’s his black coat that covers Bram’s entire body, so one can imagine how it completely hides Ranpo from the world when he wears it. Which is the purpose of him stealing it in the first place. Sometimes the world is just a little too much, or the day is just a little bit more awful than usual, and the only way to counteract the terrible feelings that follow is to curl up underneath what gives the greatest comfort. And considering that Bram’s workday lasts a few hours longer than Ranpo’s, he’s often not home when the bad feelings come around.

Bram has always told Ranpo to call him and that he’ll come home early, but so far Ranpo hasn’t taken him up on it.

But he’s learnt the signs, and recognises them immediately upon stepping into their shared apartment after work that day.

There’s Ranpo’s own coat thrown on the floor, along with the tie that he fails to ever wear correctly, along with the newsboy hat that he loves to wear, and his shoes aren’t set neat like they always are. The next is that the apartment is dark, all the curtains drawn shut, and none of the lights—except for a singular lamp on the coffee table in front of the television that’s giving off a dull glow—turned on. Bram elects to keep the darkness as is while he removes his shoes, stepping into the apartment to see the next sign.

The television that’s on, but muted, playing some kids show that’s easy to follow along with without sound. That is something that’d initially confused Bram when he first started dating Ranpo, but he’d asked and apparently it was just soothing to watch these kinds of shows when you needed a bit of extra help in relaxing. Children’s shows always had good endings after all, so it was peaceful to see the characters be happy—at least, that was how Bram understood it.

So with all of those signs there, he understood that Ranpo’s day hadn’t been good, and sure enough, as he approached the couch, the final sign revealed itself to him; Ranpo curled up underneath his black coat, using it like a blanket, his body shifting with each breath as he dozed. Aside from the tension in his brow, Ranpo looks peaceful, but Bram would be a fool to just believe that. Even stressed, the human body did its best to relax when it was asleep, and now was no different. But still, he didn’t want to disturb Ranpo, so he quietly makes his way over to the couch, and with practiced ease, slides onto it, manoeuvring Ranpo’s head until it is resting on his lap.

Ranpo tenses as he’s moved, but lets out a quiet sigh before he continues to sleep. Bram shifts a little until his back is against the arm of the couch, but after that, he doesn’t move. He uses one hand to rest his own head on, and places the other on Ranpo’s shoulder; a comfortable weight that he hopes soothes rather than disturbs. And then he turns his attention towards the television, letting himself get caught up in whatever show Ranpo was watching before he fell asleep.

It’s not surprising when he too, begins to drift off, eyes heavy, and his lover’s body a warm weight that is more than enough to drag him into slumber.

He allows it to happen, knowing that Ranpo will wake him when he wakes himself, and that they will talk then about the sight that Bram walked in on.

But for now, they will simply rest together, and take the comfort that comes from being in each other’s presence.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd fanfic #bramran #comfort #fluff #drabble #edogawa ranpo #bram stoker #writing #fanfic

[likeafairytale]

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, Malachai. I truly am. I want you to know that when I burn Triton it won't only be for me, but also for your baby." - Ursula to Malachai

Malachai said nothing. Even if it happened months ago, the lost of his child was still something hard to think about, for he didn't grief properly; the war was declared not so long after Yasmeen's miscarriage, so let's just say that the merman was pretty distracted those past few months to think or mourn. The fact that no one knew helped a lot in the process, and long story short, he was still in the denial of what his father did, for he never thought, in a million years, that Triton was this evil. But Ursula knew, she was there, she witnessed the sadness and the pain, so he couldn't lie to her like he lied to his other siblings.

But Malachai wasn't ready yet. He couldn't let his grief take control of him, not right now when times were difficult. This time it was Calypso who was pregnant, and he was scared something similar happened to her, because Triton's evil knows no boundaries. He was strong enough to not let that take control of him, but he knew his youngest sister; Calypso would be crushed and knowing her past, she would probably die of sadness. He didn't want that to happen, and the only one he trusted right now was his twin sister, because at least Ursula always was consistent in her words and actions, he knew where she stood.

❛We're not here to talk about that. Will you, or not, help Cally?❜ He asked with such a cold tone that didn't look like him.

❛I will do my best. I'll train her to use her light properly.❜

❛Training? She is pregnant, you can't train her.❜

❛I won't be a guard, Malachai, I have better things to do. But I'll make sure she can defend herself and her daughter when time will come.❜

❛How do you know that?❜

❛Daughter?...❜

Surprise could be seen in Malachai's face. Calypso never revealed the gender of her baby, he doubted she knew it already, and Ursula didn't have any contact with her prior to this discussion, so that she assumed it was a girl was quite confusing for him. He frowned, a bit lost, and she had this smile he knew too well. The smile when she knew a secret no one else knew.

❛Ah, yes. It's a girl.❜

❛Again?❜

❛Magic.❜

She simply shrugged. Malachai did not know what to think about that. A part of him was happy to have a niece, while a part of him was just sad he learnt it before his pregnant sister.

❛So, you'll be an uncle again.❜

❛Don't ignore my daughter.❜

❛Don't start with that.❜

❛Why are you like that, Kai? You were always the one who accepted everyone, and suddenly you refuse to acknowledge my daughter as your family.❜

❛Because she is not!❜ Malachai realized too late that anger was the primary emotion now, and that he almost yelled. He sighed, before added: ❛She is not your daughter, so she is not my niece.❜

❛Oh, that's rich coming from you. You're the one who brought Nathaniel home, all of a sudden, saying it's our brother now, and you refuse to do the same for Zelda!❜

❛Nate was a child. Calypso's daughter will be a newborn. Zelda? She was already a grown woman, she is older than our little sister, what were you expected of me? That I opened my arms to her, as if I didn't lose years and years of bonding? As if everything was normal? After centuries, you came to me with a husband and a daughter, you're stupid if you thought I'd be welcoming.❜

❛Because I don't know her!❜

Now everything was clear, for him and for Ursula. Malachai had to admit that he never truly knew why he was rejecting Zelda all the time, refusing to admit she was Ursula's daughter and therefore his niece. He didn't know why he was so bitter about that, and although she looked nice, he couldn't bring himself to enjoy her company. But it was just hurt. He was hurt he had been excluded all those years, sadness he didn't know about his twin's life all those centuries, but also guilt. Because maybe he should have done more. He should have opened his eyes sooner about his father evilness. Ursula could see all of that in her brother's face.

❛We didn't know Nate either, but we were okay with him.❜

❛Now, you're just being unnecessarily rude.❜ Ursula said, and Malachai sighed. ❛You're like that just because you still don't accept your child's death.❜

❛Do not talk about that!❜ Now Malachai was visibly angry, but that didn't stop Ursula to keep going:

❛Grow up now, you'll have plenty of opportunity to have a child once your father is dead.❜

❛This conversation is pointless, Ulla.❜ He cut short, making her frowned. ❛We'll never see eye to eye about this subject. So why keep going? All I want is Calypso and her baby to be safe. Can you do that for me?❜

❛No I won't. I'll never touch my wife, and I refuse to put Yasmeen through that pain and trauma again. I'll never have children, our family name will disappear once I'll be dead.❜

This time she stopped talking. The merman didn't know if it was surprised, or confusion that made her stop replying. He knew the look she was giving him. The same she often gave to Triton, when she had something to say, but knew by saying it, it will anger him, so she was evaluating the conversation to see if it was worth it. This look annoyed him right now, because that meant he was now just as much as his father and he did not like the comparison, even if it was a silent one. Finally, she came a bit closer, but he stepped back.

❛Malachai I-❜

❛She will be.❜

❛Fine. Fine...❜ He repeated and Ursula could hear sadness in his voice, but she wasn't sure where it come from. The merman was ready to leave the room, but before taking the door, he stopped. He hesitated at first, but it was clear he had something to say. ❛Just... The baby... It was...❜

❛You were having a boy.❜

❛Alright.❜ Malachai almost choke on this simple word. Once again, he did not know what to think of that. But he decided that his grief could wait longer. ❛Promise me to unleash Hell's fire on him.❜

❛I definitively will.❜ She answered and they both had a little smile to that

#malachai blackwater #kai x ursula #malachai writing prompt #writing prompt #once again i'm not that proud #but i love malachai #he's dealing w/ so many things #poor man #he deserves days off #he deserves to mourn #once aelys will be born he'll cry for real #also i love him finally admitting why he doesn't like zelda #icanbeyourgenie

[mppmaraudergirl]

Just seen the patronus stuff and I wanted to add done thing.

I think it’s often forgotten how big of a thing it is that Harry learnt the patronus charm in third year, it’s mentioned loads of times that it is a very advanced charm and to even get a non corporeal patronus is a big thing. (Something I do think that JKR forgets in later books tbh)

I’m pretty sure it’s been mentioned as well that it wasn’t even taught at Newt level at Hogwarts. Obvs most writers add it for the writing device in fandom, but it’s quite possible that Jily didn’t learn it until late 7th year/the order, when they were already dating. And even if they did it probably wouldn’t have been in a classroom setting with everyone watching.

One thing that always confused me was the Snape reveal that he had the same Patronus as Lily, how would Snape have seen Lilys patronus, it’s only useful against Dementors which Voldy didn’t use in WW1 as far as we know.

Sorry I rambled at the end a bit 😅 but my main point is that Jily will have been friends at least by the time they casted the charm

Yeah, absolutely great point! I should have mentioned the NEWT course element but felt I was already getting a bit rambly. But that's sort of what I was alluding to when saying she probably first cast it as a fully educated wizard. And then yeah, she'd be very much in love with James at that point! That said, I do enjoy a good 7th year Patronus reveal like the rest of us lol, and to your last point, I think there was zero chance she cast it before she was friends with him.

As far as the doe Patronus, I don't think Snape needed to know that Lily's Patronus was a doe for his to become that (as shown by Harry's Patronus being a stag when he had no idea about Prongs)—although at some point I imagine he would've had to figure out why his changed. Of course, it's possible he knew his shit about the Patronus charm, as he's a fairly intelligent guy, and just assumed. There was the chance that Dumbledore taught Lily how to communicate through her Patronus so maybe Snape would've come across it that way? But who knows? Not us, and we will likely never know lol

#patronus lore #mpp rambles

[mukuharakazui-official]

Hey, Kazui. *holds out a phone with Kazui's cover songs queued up to play*

I like your banner, by the way.

"Ah, what's this now..?"

He recieves the phone with hesitance, though he smiles and recieves it nonetheless. He can only hope it's not as...personal as the last was.

[ you know the drill, under the cut for peoples dashboards :p ]

He sighs internally as he plays the first song, labelled "Cowardly Montblanc". He immediately regrets it when he hears his own voice. They're definitely trying to commit some sort of psychological warfare on him... ah, well. No chickening out now...

The song is melancholic, and he listens to the lyrics despite his hesitance.

"These are all the feelings I have; I’ll only say them in this many words. I loved you, but it was a heavy burden. Is that all there is?"

Oh. Hilarious, it's almost like what he told Hinako. He truly was regretting choosing to listen to the songs, but... For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to stop.

“I wish you’d just hurry up and die!”

"...Ah... I'd never say that, i hope you all know, ahaha" was that what she felt he was telling her? Is that why she...

"While quelling my doubts by thinking, “Even the truth is okay,” I was wishing for it all to be a lie Because I worked out the consequences, And I was still a cowardly mont blanc, after all."

He lets out a sigh as the song ends, though he's quick to put on a calm smile again. "Well, it was a very nice song...I'm not too sure on the lyrics, though..."

...He was very sure that they were targeted, though. Hearing his own voice admit to cowardice, the implications he could catch of a failed confession... It wasn't very pleasant to think about.

So he doesn't think about it! Or, well, he tries not to think about it. He doesn't need to say anything to these people anyway, revealing so much to the warden was embarrassing enough, if he were to be honest. And it was their job to hear these things.

"On to the next one then, right?" He hopes it's not as bad as the last. "Let's see...Neo-Neon..?"

"Going in circles, Neo-Neon I should have told the truth if it was going to be like this but I wanted to keep on shining to show you I can lie for you “I’m sorry”"

He has to consciously stop himself from reacting to the lyrics. He's jinxed himself, he thinks. He can't help but feel like the lyrics are connected to him, to what happened, though. They sound awfully similar to how his thoughts were before he'd started dreaming again.

they sound awfully similar to how his thoughts were now, too, but he doesn't want to think about that.

"Something that impossible is impossible Love always wins and I always lose, and that’s fine"

Haha...that's almost comedic, when it comes to what he's been through. Maybe he should've just let "Love" win, if he was going to lose either way.

...He does react when he hears another voice join in. One that sounded awfully similar to Hinako...

"I can’t say it even if it kills me"

The line stands out, spoken instead of sung. He had felt that way once...and he wishes he'd stuck to it.

"e.g. You quit your heartbeat e.g. I quit my breathing Something that impossible is impossible Love always wins and I always lose, and that’s fine"

He can't even bring himself to fake a smile, but he lets out a half hearted laugh anyway. "Well that's...not a very happy song, huh. It was... nice sounding, though, thank you for showing it to me"

Lying is like breathing, just something you have to do to live. He should've learnt that sooner, but he can't do anything about that now.

#//my playlist shuffled into the neo neon cover when i started on the neo neon part LMAO #[ a stranger ] #[ a message for me? ] #[ Love+Fate = Crap ] #//this reminded me how depressing neo neon is in relation to him lmao #//cuz while cowardmb is sad it isnt as specific about the lying thing. auhgsiuhkbauaghh #//wanted to add something about it having romantic implications he wishes he felt to hinkao but i couldnt fit it so its delegated to tags #// also thank you about the banner thing! i drew that :) yowamushi monburan datta~ kara.. #//these are basically character studies for me ahaha #//'pologies for lack of dialogue but i think when he gets emotional hed rather shut down than break down #//exception is ofcourse t2vd but he wants es/milgram to judge him. yall aint es (or like. he doesnt know) #[ stand in the spotlight ]

[j-ellyfish]

Do you think hetalia character are secret to society and only certain people allowed to know ? Or the country allowed to say that they are country like an episode when france introduce himself as france to a girl and give her a tour

World Stars in particular seems to push the idea that most people know about Countries and everyone is chill with that.

Nonetheless, some things in earlier content seems to imply otherwise, like yeah France introduces himself as France to Lisa (the girl he gave the tour to), but Lisa seems sort of confused by that, although she doesn't question it. Besides, if it was common knowledge to her that personified Countries exist, she should've known what Francis looks like.

The other melancholic France-centered episode seems to be in the middle. The guy is part of the army, so it makes more sense that he'd know about the personified Countries' existence. He actually learnt the fact from his grandfather, and while we cannot know for sure if his grandfather was a soldier or not, it'd make sense considering wars were quite frequent in the past and military duties were mandatory. Nonetheless, the guy seems pretty shocked to find out that Francis actually exists and that he still looks as young as he was in his grandpa's old picture. This implies that HetaCountries aren't common knowledge at all and are more of a government secret and an old, blurry tale the humans who happened to meet them may pass down to their families. Also!! I highly doubt France or anyone could simply walk around freely without being approached every few steps if everyone knew his identity.

Personally, I quite dislike where World Stars seems to be going with this topic, I find it much more poetic, melancholic and angst-worthy that most humans don't know about them and they're perceived more of a folklore legend most people have no real means to prove true or debunk.

I understand that this intimate aspect would be very hard to maintain in the contemporary world where the freaking filthy smartphones and social media dominate everything, so I guess I get Hima's attempt to make HetaWorld more "realistically modern", but memes aside (Nations Revealed AU is very cool!), I don't really vibe with it.

For what's worth, my own headcanon on this is that most people don't have any idea that HetaCountries exist for real. Maybe it's a somewhat common folklore legend, but most tend to brush it off as simply that, don't give it much thought or just stop thinking about it past a certain age kinda like with Santa.

Some civilians may even come in touch with a HetaCountry and mistake them for something else, like an angel, a demon, a ghost or whatever supernatural creature you can think of, because they have this very powerful aura that most humans can actually perceive to an extent, it's sort of intimidating but in a way that makes you feel inexplicably safe around or even drawn to them.

Royal Families, and governments in general, obviously know about them and interact with them very often. While they have a more professional and detached relationship with presidents and modern democratic governments, they were (and still are for Countries that still have it) much closer to Royal Families, and had more of a family-like relationship with them. Typically they'd see the next generation of royals growing up from the cradle to the throne so their relationship was like with a sort of uncle/aunt that is constantly around and never really ages lol They were also required to live in the King/Queen's palace for certain periods of time, depending on the situation.

As for other parts of the government, like armies, I guess they're not necessarily told about HetaCountries' existence right away, but everyone past a certain grade is familiar with this secret. During wars, the secret is more likely to slip down to ordinary soldiers due to emergencies (since sometimes HetaCountries are in charge of instructing or guiding some segments of their army, apparently).

#hetalia #hetalia lore #ask #ary spoke

[krikeymate]

dredge au (me again):

im thinking of all the ways richie can come back and terrorize the girls bc i love angst so this is what i came up with (which probably isnt very good but hey):

Amber lives on little Woodsboro, and she hears of these new comers. she herself was from the mainland, a long time ago, and she hasnt seen Sam and Tara for a long, long while. but it’s unmistakable, the love they have for each other, Amber would recognize it anywhere, shes never seen two people be so devoted to each other.

She remembers that Richie had an interest in them, back when she was on the mainland. and so, she writes a letter, sends it off with an uknowing traveling merchant, the letters R.B. on the seal. she tells this merchant that the dockworkers would know who to give it to.

Richie receives a letter, from someone he knew ages ago. A young woman, who he had the great (mis)fortune of knowing years ago, when she was so young, so innocent. The letter tells him where to find Sam, where to find his prize, but the letter is also a warning.

‘The sea must grant you passage. You need to give something it wants, in exchange for your safety.’

Enclosed in the letter, he finds a ring with the initials S.P.

‘Bring this to the Collector, before you take your revenge. He has a special interest in it.’

And so, with only the knowledge the letter provides him, he takes his leave, and makes haste to Woodsboro.

My dear intended, we're engaged now, sorry, don't make the rules.

Anyway. I love you? This is a great call.

I think I made their ages 20 and 15. Canonically Tara is older than her peers but here she gets to be younger. Amber is 17 and left 2 years ago under a scandal. The Freemans are well-known merchants, and their daughter being caught in bed with someone (Ritchie) other than their intended (Wes, of the Hicks, son of the one law enforcement officer not under someone else's payroll and due to follow in his mother's footsteps (they want him under their payroll, hence the engagement)), was quite the scandal. It reflected poorly on them, so they sent her away, to live with her trader uncle, Dewey. (He's got something going on with the mayor of Greater Woodsboro, it seems, always exchanging letters with G. Weathers, but neither leaving their respective islands).

The arrival of the Carpenter sisters causes quite the stir, it has the town people in a tizzy. Newcomers are rare. Newcomers that stay are rarer. Newcomers that stay and fish and live never happen. Amber used to play with the sisters as children, before social convention kicked in and she was reminded they're not the sort of people one of her status associate with. She would still enjoy the younger sister's company on occasion, she enjoyed the look of awe and admiration she would send her way as she gave her a taste of the other side. The older one was trouble.

She receives monthly news of the happenings from back home, from family, from friends left behind. The news that Tara Carpenter has fled engagement from Ritchie of the Bailey's, and that he's offering a reward for knowledge of her whereabouts, is intriguing. (They don't like to lose what is theirs, and a substantial debt was wiped clean, they're owed their reward). She pens him a letter.

He offers money - of which he has plenty - of the opportunity to leave the godforsaken little island she is trapped on, to move back to the mainland, to a city, if only she would be so kind to reveal the location of his intended. He sends it with gold, weighing the letter and his words.

She sends him back a location, a warning, and a special ring from her uncle's hidden collection. She tells him to bring her money with him. She's learnt so much about the sea and its magic since she's been here, she's sure it will eat him alive. But not until she gets her money. Perhaps it will even leave her the boat.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #AU: dredge

[missnight0wl]

I don’t know how it’s possible, but he’s even uglier in his school robes... And of course they put “Brother Theme” in the background 😭 Stop ruining it!

He’s... so... incredibly... ugly...

Alright, but let’s focus on the memories, shall we?

Disclaimer: this post uses logical thinking and the assumptions of some continuity of the story. I just can’t do it any other way. I know it all can be explained by Jam City’s sloppiness, but I don’t want to address it every single time.

So, this is actually something new. And I’m gonna go back to it a little later.

First of all, I love how done with everything Patty looks in the second screenshots. Secondly, it’s interesting that she’s using a mirror for this conversation. We know that two-way mirrors exist in the HP universe, but I believe they’re rather rare. Also, it makes me think of the mirror from the Red Cap’s Hole:

I doubt it’s related, but I thought it’s worth pointing out here.

And who Rakepick was talking to? I assume it was Peregrine, but maybe it was Verucca?

And then we learn about the rest from Olivia in her office:

So, to sum it up: Olivia learnt that R wants to use mind control against the Ministry. Then, Rakepick took those memories, and she wanted to use it against R in case they’d try to “double-cross” her. Okay, but... it doesn’t really make sense. I mean, even in this chapter, we can see that Peregrine is not particularly concerned about this part of the plan being revealed:

Admittedly, Rakepick couldn’t have predicted R’s reaction, but I still find it hard to believe that she thought she has strong insurance in her hands. But you know what I think? I think that there was something in those memories we didn’t see. And I feel like Olivia also heard that R wanted to use Jacob for mind control. Moreover, I suspect she might’ve heard that Jacob might not survive the whole process.

Alright, you know how I talked in the past that telling Peregrine about the vials in Olivia’s office was incredibly stupid? And that we can’t trust this evidence anymore? Yeah... I don’t know how, but I feel that Perry somehow influence what we saw. And this is what brings me back to the problem of Olivia blaming Jacob for Duncan’s death, because it got a little too much attention, if you ask me.

And while it might be partially explained by Jacob’s memories being modified as well or whatever... do you really want to tell me that Duncan himself really wouldn’t talk about it at any point? I mean, he’s seriously pissed off at Jacob. Yet he was quite clear that it was R who made him brew the potion. He never even mentioned that Jacob supported this idea. So, what if this part of Olivia’s memory was modified?

On top of that, if Olivia heard that R wants to use Jacob, it’d explain why she blamed him for his death. Sure, it technically is explained in the memory either way, but as I said above: Jacob encouraging Duncan is actually something that contradicts the story.

And the most important part: don’t you think that it’d be much better insurance for Rakepick? She could say: “Don’t fuck with me, Peregrine, because I can reveal that you’re willing to sacrifice your child’s life for your stupid mind control”.

That being said, I think it still doesn’t make a lot of sense for Rakepick’s story. I mean, I don’t understand why she cares about retrieving the box so much, for example (not to mention: why she brought it to Hogwarts, to begin with...). In the sane route, she might want to get revenge on Peregrine, but... she’d still be considered a criminal herself. Unless there was something in those memories which could prove that Peregrine controlled her to kill Rowan or something... But then, in the insane route. it makes even less sense! Insane!Rakepick is totally terrified of Peregrine, and it seems that she wants to be loyal to him. Why would she care so much to retrieve something that might be used against him? To destroy it, maybe?

*sigh* It’s quite a mess overall...

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