#time lord flesh is tasty anyway

[arielgobuss]

Here's a preview of one of the most shocking chapters about Severus' work as a Death Eeater and about terrible things he does and witness as one of the most important allies of Lord Voldemort.

40. The Dark Side

Deliver me into my Fate I never claimed to be a Saint...

My heart is just too dark to care. I can't destroy what isn't there.

Ooh, my smile was taken long ago, If I can change I hope I never know.*

Potter was trembling and moaning excruciatingly under the sharp thrusts. His bare back was glistening with sweat, and his slender hands clung to the back of the chair. Slim hips bounced, colliding with the black fabric of his pants. Each subsequent thrust sent the entire tiny body into convulsions and uncontrollable spasms. The shiny cock plunged into the tiny, reddened hole again and again, pushing it open and brutally making its way through the boy's interior. Long fingers gripped the pale skin of his buttocks, digging into the soft flesh and leaving brown marks on it. Potter whimpered and writhed, his throaty scream only making his thrusts quicken.

But amid the deafening cacophony of screams of pleasure and pain, there was a completely different sound.

Laughter.

High, icy, digging into the mind and tearing away all its shields. Any resistance to it would only result in madness.

The laughter intensified. When it reached its breaking point, it sounded as if it had turned into millions of tiny, sharp needles, piercing every nerve in the body and paralyzing it.

And then he began to weaken. The waves of pain slowly ebbed away and the shields rose again.

Severus Snape opened his eyes. The only noticeable reaction to what he had just experienced was his eyes clenching several times and a vein pulsating in his temple.

Lord Voldemort was standing a few steps in front of him and smiling broadly, which in this case did not mean happily. His smile was more like a shark lurking just under the surface of the water, ready to attack at any moment and crush the victim with its powerful jaws.

"Ssseverus..." he began, slowly approaching the Death Eater standing in front of him, whose robe was still stained with the blood of muggles murdered two hours earlier during one of many similar actions. The white mask the man held in his hand had red and black streaks left by now dried drops of blood. His motionless face, staring into the distance, resembled the same mask. "You gave me such a pleasure today. You deserve a reward. "

Severus bowed his head submissively.

"The joy of being able to show you this again is a reward in itself, my Lord."

"I'm not used to make empty promises. As a reward, you will go with Bellatrix to Grenualda Thumb to extract information that interests me and find something that should belong to me. Bella knows the details, so check in with her later."

Snape nodded. "Thank you very much, my Lord. That will be an honor for me. "

"Has this old fool noticed anything?"

Cold satisfaction flashed in Snape's eyes. He shook his head. "Everything goes according to plan. Dumbledore is so absorbed in planning, gathering strength and preparing for war that he wouldn't notice a rotten egg in his nest even if it was held under his chin. These actions do a great job of distracting him from the most important things. From a boy."

"Excellent." Voldemort grinned again with his yellowish, fang-like teeth. "But just in case, we need to completely lower his vigilance. You'll tell him that we are preparing an attack on the headquarters of the International Quidditch Federation.

"Are we preparing?" Severus asked with polite interest.

"We will prepare. You need to give him some tasty treat. We will sacrifice Legerpholt and Adraught. They're of no use to me anymore anyway. But what does this mean compared to what I will receive in return?" Cold sparks flashed in his red eyes. "Just a little over a month and a half more, Severus, and I will have it." Voldemort's long clawed fingers clenched into a fist. "Potter's blood. His power. His strength. And then the whole world will fall at my feet and Albus Dumbledore will no longer pose any threat to me. I will wipe him out with just a look." His voice hung in the air, flashing with angry power as he became more and more absorbed in his visions.

Snape waited patiently with a crooked but devoid of his usual sneer smile. It was more like the smile of someone who was happy with a job well done.

"When will we 'carry out' this attack?" he asked after a while.

"The day after tomorrow at midnight. I will send someone there whose loss will not be too painful for us. They will enter through the main entrance. I'm sure you'll come up with some explanation for this old fool yourself. He's already so puzzled that he might even think I'm going to steal a batch of brooms. You have to convince him and take part in the fight, standing on his side. And you will ensure that Legerpholt and Adraught die. We can't let the Aurors get the better of them, even if the Veritaserum you're brewing for them is half as strong. They can always use Legilimens Evocis on them, and we wouldn't want that.

"Leave it to me, Lord," Snape replied.

"What about the Sharpening Potion?"

"I'm missing one ingredient. A decoction of the necrophages. I think I'll definitely find it on Knockturn Alley. I'll go there right after our meeting."

"Perfect, perfect. If that's all, you can go away and send Malfoy to me."

"Yes, Lord." Severus bowed and withdrew from the chamber. Once he was through the door, he straightened up and walked purposefully down the long, dark corridor, seeming to blend into the thick darkness around him.

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Hey Arthur I wanted to give you first 📴 much praise & encouragement. Your openness with your struggle and your obvious victories so far are inspiring! Thank you for your loving response to the Lord.

I also had some food for thought: my friend's dad was diagnosed with cancer, and he ultimately decided to go vegan instead of doing chemo and... it has reduced his cancer to undetectable. Blows my mind. You talk about difficulties with diet, but there are so many delicious vegan recipes, and you end up feeling great. Don't let your flesh win this battle! Kill those cravings for (processed) sugar. Eat fruit, whatever is natural and sweet and tasty. Just not skittles or milk chocolate, haha. I'd even encourage you to eat bread, I don't think carbs are your enemy like many say, just eat complex carbs like you talked about, and natural carbs, not processed or white carbs. Whole wheat, etc, but I'm no expert on the carb thing that's just my personal experience.

Also, fasting kills cancer. If you fast for 7 days your body starves cancer cells. Fasting can reduce a persons cancer likelihood by 70% if they fast for one week, only water. Since you already have cancer I believe, it is also very effective to fast before starting chemo, it causes drastic changes in effectiveness of chemo therapy if you fast for a few days before starting. Your cancer cells literally live off the food you eat so when you fast they are one of the first things to starve to death.

Now, I know you have diabetes so you may not be able to fast yet, but the vegan diet can reduce your A1C levels till you are no longer diabetic (if you're type 2) and then you can fast! .... I think🤔.

Anyway, I wanted to encourage you with those tidbits, and to dare you to start eating vegan. You will live longer, which we all want you to, and you will not dread your vegan existence like you may think you will, you get used to it eventually, and enjoy it!

I want you to live long brother, though I barely know you. No more mr nice guy on your flesh, put it into submission, you can do it- I promise! Just do what you can. It'll be easy once you get going.

Anyway, no pressure honestly, I just WANTED TO MAKE THOSE EXTRAORDINARY CLAIMS SO YOU CAN LOOK INTO THEM FOR YOURSELF because they're unbelievable until I looked into them for myself. I really see a reality where you and God easily beat your flesh problem and you go on in peace here on earth for many more years. I come against all the stuff fogging your mind making you think you need candy and all the other sugar poison- you will look back and think wow I was trapped mentally in a lie and didn't even know it.

You aren't doing this alone, reach out to your community and see if anyone you know is vegan and start talking with them! If you want maybe I can ask my friend for her Dad's phone number and you can get in touch and listen to his story too!! --Austin, from beach Ministry.

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Catching a sporting event would be a personal reward that does a person no harm.

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||The uppermoons babysitting

Muzan's child(reader) scenarios||

Tw:None,just fluff and a lil bit of crack

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The six upper moons had finally arrived at the

Infinity castle with the help of a certain biwa

Demon,nakime.

Currently,they are waiting for their lord,muzan

Kibutsuji.the man who gaved them the blood in

Order to become a being of immortality.and

Right now,douma,the upper 2 rank kept chanting

On how his followers were tasty and how he saw

A cute girl and ended up eating her causing for

The upper 2's head to be oblirated.

Who did that?well if it weren't for the man with

Pink hair and his yellow eyes had the kanji that

Read "upper 3",the pinkette hated the blonde

Demon's acts for eating women though he

Never knew why but he just loathed it.

"Neh,neh~akaza-dono!did you miss me?i miss

You too,my great friend!" The blonde demon

Greeted the smaller demon who just huffed at

Him in anger while the rest of the upper moons

Besides kokushibo and hatengu rolled their

Eyes as they watched the upper 3 and 2 bicker.

"Just shut up!!annoy someone else for a change!"

"But no one is my best friend unlike you,

Akaza-dono!~" the rainbow eyed demon replied

In a sweet tone,it made the pinkette sick.he

Punched the blonde one more time causing the

Blood and flesh of douma to spill on the floor.

This made another upper moon whine,daki,the

Beautiful but cruel and spoiled brat of the

Upper moons were nagging to her brother on

How she hated blood here.gyutaro sighed and

Just ruffled her hair softly,in order not to make

Her hair messy, "i know..i know..just wait.

Muzan-sama could be here any minute now..."

He told her making her pout but she stayed

Silent anyway.

The sound of the biwa ringed,and there he

Was.the king of all of the demons.akaza noticed

And punched douma one last time,before

Bowing. "Greetings,muzan-sama." All except

Douma who just greeted the demon king

Cheerily,without a single bit of fear in his eyes.

The ravenette just hummed in

Acknowledgement,all of them now raised there

Heads just to see there lord holding an adorable

Baby in his arms.yes,a baby.a motherfucking

Baby was in his arms.everyone had widened

Their eyes as there jaw dropped to the floor,their

Eyes are directed to the cute being on the arms

Of the most dangerous demon of all.

Why is there a cute baby even here?!and why

Is their lord even holding one?!?!

Those were the questions that are piling up in

There until they heard a sigh coming from

Muzan. "To answer all of you're questions,this

Baby right here,is (y/n).and they are my child."

He told them bluntly,and when the (e/c) baby

Placed their hands on the demon lord's cheeks,

They expect the ravenette to be annoyed but

The reaction they got was even more shocking.

Muzan chuckled and nuzzled his nose to yours,

"Oh my,is my little rose that playful?~" he cooed

As he smiled at you softly.the upper moons

Couldn't be more shocked than in there entire

Life of living,muzan turned his head back to

Them but with his long curly bangs being

Played and pulled by his child.

"Now the reason i called you here,is a important

Request.i want you to look out for my child for a

Couple of hours." He exclaimed,not even

Bothered by his child's actions.

"Of course,muzan-sama."

Muzan now stepped down,as every upper moon

Now stood up from the floor.muzan checked

Everyone of them,to see if any of them are

Safe enough to hold you.his eyes are directed

To akaza. "Akaza." He called,the pinkette turned

To him with a bow, "yes,muzan-sama?"

"Get up.and hold them."

"A-ah.!yes." Muzan's stare was unnerving to the

Upper moon 3,as you're father stretched his

Arms to him for akaza to hold you. "Alright,now

I shall be off then,my precious spider lily." He

Gave you a peck on the forehead causing you

To let out a giggle as you're father smiled at you.

His eyes are now directed to the upper moons

Who flinched on how menacing the glare is

He giving to the. "I better see my child happy and

Well,if not.you all face the consequences.

Understood?" "Y-yes,muzan-sama." They

Responded to him which made muzan huffed,

He gave you one last smile before finally leaving.

The upper moons were now alone with the most

Possibly cutest baby they had ever seen.douma

Came close to you, "aaawwww~look how

Adorable they are!~hello child,my name is

Douma!" Said demon introduced himself to you,

You tilted you're head to the side adorbaly

Causing all of the upper moons to flinch.

'So cute!~~' they all thought,they all came back

To there senses after you started to babble

Something they could not understand,what

Are you talking about?

"Ah ba ba!"

"Hmm...okay." akaza nodded making the rest

To widened their eyes, "eeehh?!akaza-dono

You can understand baby language?!" The

Pinkette looked at him, "no.not really.i just had

A hunch about it." He then turned to the biwa

Demon who was staring at you with a shy

Blush. 'Cute....' nakime thought in her head.

"Oi!biwa woman!" Akaza called out to the

Woman who turned to him, "is there anyway

You can get some baby food here?!

Muzan-sama's child is hugry,so can you?!"

He asked the woman who paused,until in a

Second,there was a table with fresh fruits and

Children food that you can chew on.

"Thanks!" Akaza thanked the biwa demon who

Gave him a wave,daki took a spoonful of

Chopped strawberries as she looked at you with

Happy shining eyes, "hey there,baby!~here,eat

This!" She placed the spoon close to you're

Mouth,you stare at her before opening you're

Mouth and ate it.she squealed in joy, "kyaa!~

They are so CUTE!~~" douma agreed as he

Nodded his head at daki, "Indeed!~"

Kokushibo then looked at you,his six eyes

Piercing at you're being as you stare back at him.

Everyone watched you and kokushibo,none

Of you blink an eye so they expect a staring

Contest from the both of you.kokushibo thought

You are staring at him in disbelief,since you had

Never seen a man with six eyes.

But in reality,you just wanted to look at his

Eyes to prove you're the best at staring.once the

Upper 1 blinked,you smiled and giggled happily

As you cheered for yourself. "Wahahaha!" The

Demons awwwwe'd at you,akaza just felt his

Heart clenched by you're sheer cuteness and

Kokushibo slightly widened his eyes.

So you weren't scared of him?yes,and to prove

That even more.you started to reach you're arms

To him,as if you want the six eyed demon to

Hold you.akaza noticed this and stretched his

Arms to the upper moon 1, "i think they want to

Be held by you." He told the ravenette,and

Kokushibo looked at him,then to you.he silently

And slowly take you and cradled you in his arms.

You look up to kokushibo and he stare back

At you again,letting out a giggle and you noticed

His long tied hair beside his shoulder.so,

Without thinking twice,you reached for his long

Black locks and nibbled on it.

All of the upper moons blinked,until daki

Screeched as she desperately told you that the

Upper moon one's hair isn't food but you didn't

Care as you continued to chew on the hair of

Kokushibo who stayed frozen on the spot.akaza

Tries to tempt you with snacks,he waved the

Colorful dango on his hand infront of you.

"Hey,there,kid!" You turned to him.

"Look!i got some even more delicious snacks

Here!see..?look..now let go of upper moon one's

Hair...."

"..." you stare at the pink haired demon for a

Few moments until completely looking away

Feom him and continued to chew on the soft

Hair,gyutaro sighed. "Muzan-sama has one

Stubborn kid...well,what can we do?" Hatengu

Then appeared behind him.

"W-we could...feed her...sweeter snacks.!children

Do s-seem to b-be fond of sweets..." he said,

Making douma grin. "Ah,really!~" he then picked

Up a mochi from the table and he snapped his

Fingers to get you're attention.

"Yoo-hoo!baby!~" you turned to the cheerful

Demon with rainbow eyes, "look what i got!~"

He showed you the mochi and you're eyes

Shined,you spit the hair out of you're mouth and

Grabbed the mochi from douma's hand.you now

Chewed the mochi happily,and douma chuckled,

"There we go!~now she lets go of

Kokushibo-san's hair!now,i gotta say,(y/n)-chan's

Favorite food must be mochi right?" He asked

And gyutaro shrugged, "who knows?maybe.."

"Ooh!oh!after she eats,maybe i can dress her

Up!" Daki suggested and douma's eyes turned

Bright, "what a good idea!ohh~nakime-chan!~"

The blonde called out for the biwa demon,she

Turned her head to douma who smiled and asked

Her for tiny clothes for babies.

Douma's face was throwned by the biwa

Woman,and he thanked her.douma and daki

Then proceeds to dress you up like a model,you

Unintentionally posed all the time which made

The two demons encouraged you to do more.

And,of course,eventually you got tired but

Seems like the two ignored you and tried to

Convinced you to pose more.

"Oi,would you two cut it out!(y/n)-sama seemed

To be real tired by you're antics." Akaza said,

Daki turned her head to him with a snarl. "How

About you shut up?!can you see that

Muzan-sama's child is having fun?!" She yelled

At the pinkette who rolled his eyes at her.

"Looks like to me that you're blind.oi,gyutaro,

Get you're sister to stop dressing up (y/n)-sama."

"Daki..(y/n)-sama needs to rest.she doesn't seem

To be energetic like the last 20 minutes ago."

Gyutoar tried to reason with his sister,but the

Demoness just threw a tantrum saying that

Gyutaro doesn't love her anymore making

Gyokko chuckle amusingly. "Looks like daki-chan

Is being a brat~unlike muzan-sama's child who is

Still calm despite you tiring them."

"Shut up!!"

"Daki,get off the floor!it's dirty!"

"Make me!"

It was now the uppper moons were brought into

A fight,as they bicker loudly.you watched them

Argue making you teary eyed as you never like

Things that are loud or when people are

Fighting.so,like a normal baby,you cried.

The demons looked at you as you pour you're

Eyes out making everyone of them panick.not

Only because they make you cry,but also

Because there lord might appear any time and

Saw you in a state like this,they knew they would

Be permanently wiped out of this world.

So of course the first they will do is try to make

You laugh again .............and they failed miserably.

The upper moons tried so desperately to make

You laugh or at least smile,but to no avail.

Kokushibo then had an idea,he thanked himself

For not forgetting some of his memories as a

Human.he still remembered that he once had

A child,so,he stopped his internal screaming and

Walked towards you and picked you up.he then

Cradled you,and rocked his arms gently leading

For you to stop you're wails to look up at the

Six eyed demon.

He gaved you a soft smile,making every upper

Moon to look at him in shock as their jaws drop

To the floor.in one night,is the night everyone of

Them had the shock of their life all thanks to you.

You smiled back at the demon,and slolwy,you

Fell asleep at the upper moon one's arms.

Kokushibo sighed in relief along with the rest as

They watched the baby in the demon's arms

All fast asleep. "Whoo..!finally,i thought they

Would never stop.!" Daki whispered,akaza

Glanced at her. "You mean how you can't bring

Yourself to know that this is you're fault?" He

Retorted making daki scowled at him.

Just as she was about to shout at him,kokushibo

Turnes his attention to daki with a glare, "don't

Even think of shouting...upper 6..." this made

Daki shut her mouth,she pouted and ran to her

Brother's arms who patted her head and back.

All of the upper moons stayed close to you as

You snore away,but over time,they manage to

Fall asleep as well making a big bundle of

Demons who fall asleep to each other.hatengu

And gyokko had lean to a side,akaza had his foot

Hit to douma's face while the upper moon 2

Carelessly sleep beside him,gyutaro had daki's

Head lean to his shoulder while he fall asleep at

Her head,kokushibo had himself lean into the

Back as he silently snores.

If the upper moons waiter for another while

Longer,they will notice the red eyed demon who

Now stand infront of the sleepinng demons.

Muzan looked at you're peaceful face,and he

Smiled. "Hmph.and i thought they wouldn't

Handle on taking care of you,my little one." He

Said to himself,muzan picked you up away from

Kokushibo's arms carefully making sure not to

Wake you up.

He looked back at the upper moons, "from now

On,all of you will be taking care of my child."

A smirk formed on his face as he left the room

Without another word with his child in his arms.

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Sooo....was a good fic?no? .....okay.

I'll get better next time.

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Could you talk more about your gumbo jar jar au or the frog one? 🐸

hm on close review the frog promise draft is a now redundant drabble from this au. Here it is in its entirety:

“I will never join you,” Luke said with a sneer of disgust.

Palpatine, as well as the nearby politicians, Jedi masters, and reporters were taken aback. 

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your meaning, Master Jedi,” the Senator said incredulously. “Do you mean to tell me that you consider yourself separate from the Republic? I know the Jedi Council had disavowed recognizing you but I never could have imagined...” he trailed off, leaving the crowd to murmur in alarm.

“I mean I will never join the Sith,” the rogue master replied calmly. “I imagine you’re responsible for the traces of the dark side I felt amongst the trade federation leaders.”

“The Sith...I see.” Palpatine took a step back, deliberately reassuring tone and alarmed expression clearly indicated that he suspected the man before him of insanity. “It’s been a very long day and you clearly intended to do good by my humble home world. Perhaps your fellow Jedi can take you to the healers so you can-”

“Why are you working alongside a Sith Lord?” Luke cut off the Senator and addressed Grandmaster Yoda directly. 

“A Sith Lord, you say?” Master Yoda replied. “A most serious allegation, this is.”

Basically, Luke derails the Naboo Crisis by absolutely annihilating the trade federation army, only realizing after the fact when and where he is. This means that Padme turns right around from Tatooine and never voices her vote of no-confidence. Now, Palpatine probably had contingency plans in place, but the public accusation by a Jedi of being responsible for the crisis in the first place, despite absolutely no evidence, hurts his image enough that he’s not going to win a vote, because people will think it’s a power grab. 

And it’s funny cause it’s true but Luke only barely knows that! He’s just accusing Palpatine of being behind the first evil thing he sees and he fuckin happens to be right!!!

Anyway Luke doesn’t focus on Palpatine; there are like 10,000 other Jedi around. He commits himself first and foremost to completing his training with Master Yoda because sometime Yoda just dies and fades into thin air so, you know! He’s not going to procrastinate on that again!

He goes before the council and humbly asks to be taken on Yoda’s student (this is right before Qui-Gon can ask about Anakin- literally, Anakin and Qui-Gon are in the waiting room). He gives several extremely vague banthashit explanations of who he is ‘I’m a follower of the Force,’ where he comes from ‘the Force sent me,’ and why they should train him when he’s way too old ‘the Force willed it.’ Yoda is somewhat impressed because those are some real unhelpfully wise answers and- here’s the kicker- Luke actually believes them! 

He is really committed to being a Jedi! Is 110% all about being a luminous being! This is several years after return of the Jedi and Luke has pretty much just been hanging out in force temples meditating with ghosts so he has quintessential Jedi vibes, he just knows jackshit about anything!

What really clinches it for Yoda is the fact that his robe pocket starts squirming and he pulls out a live Nabooian Salt Frog. And hands it to Yoda like, “These are one of your favorites right? :) I saw it and I thought of you :)”

Now Yoda- let’s step back a second. Yoda is old. Yoda, in his youth, was a bit more feral. He’s a top level predator and the order has always celebrated diversity and being true to your origins! He’s hunted with Tortugans on Shili! He’s unhinged his jaw with Besalisks on Ojom! 

But as the Republic’s boundaries caved in on themselves, he was more and more put into contact with Core senators who tend to be unnerved by more, ah, carnivorous tendencies. And the more he was put into high level positions by virtue of being really frickin old, the more restrained he became in his public behavior. 

Decades passed and younglings who only ever knew his more ‘harmless-prank’ feral tendencies were increasingly shocked and scared to see him occasionally unhinge his jaw to eat a scrocodile whole. Some of the prey-origin younglings from that field trip actually avoided him for the rest of the their lives.

So. Yoda is still a carnivore- but- in private. With his padawans and his closest peers. But his closest peers age and die and his padawans get younger and smaller as the decades pass. He took on two herbivorous padawans in a row and as a result restrained himself from openly hunting with another soul for around for 50 years.

And then there’s Dooku. ‘Ah a human,’ he thinks. ‘They hunt sometimes. Well. They’re omnivores at least.’

And Dooku is- and I’m not saying this to shame Dooku- but he’s prissy. He likes...neatness. He’s not afraid of violence but force forbid it’s untidy. So when Yoda, excited to get his ambush predation on, takes 14 year old Dooku who’s barely ever left the sterile confines of Coruscant on a trip to a swamp world- yeaaahh it doesn’t go well. Dooku- he doesn’t mean to, honestly. How would he even know that Yoda might be sensitive about things? He’s Yoda. 

But Dooku sobbing openly and puking a little in a bush and running away from Yoda because his Master is terrifying and gross. It... kind of puts the nail in the coffin for Yoda being open about that side of himself. He doesn’t really have it in him to try again. People’s view of him is too fixed, they can’t handle him also being a flesh creature so he focuses on the luminous side of him which is and always was, genuinely, more important than him.

And that’s been the last 100 years or so. The thrill of a live kill is just a little piece of himself that he meditates away and that’s ok. He has the force. He has the order. He’s old anyway, a real hunt would probably hurt his joints. 

And then in comes Luke, radiating Light and earnestness and Jedi serenity while also holding out a very tasty looking live frog. And Yoda realizes Dooku’s not around, he’s surrounded by a council he trusts and respects and likes, none of whom are 14 year olds, all of whom have seen the galaxy and seen worse. He is almost seizing the moment but there’s a little part of him that shriveled up when Dooku cried that’s having a hard time accepting this.

“Want it for yourself, you do not?” Yoda cackles, playing off the offer.

Luke smiles sheepishly and pulls out another live frog. “I was saving it for later. Forgive me Master, your senses are keen as ever I see.”

And Yoda...it’s not about the bribe, really, so much as the symbolism, and it’s not about the flattery either, but darn is the kid really pulling out the stops to make himself likable. And he is a kid, to Yoda anyway. Everyone is these days. What does he care about numbers when there’s a boy smiling like his third padawan, an adorable Rodian who took great delight in their more amphibious and wild missions?

Yoda snatches one of the frogs and slowly raises it in a parody of a toast. Luke does the same. The rest of the council quietly watches in various shades of bewilderment and bemusement.

They’re not actually going to eat that right? Mace thinks. Ugh I hate frogs the skin is so slimy. Shaak Ti thinks. I cannot believe they’re not even offering me one. Yaddle thinks.

And Yoda bites the head off the frog in a quick snap of his jaws, the rest following rapidly. Luke does the same- a slight assist from the force helping his less specialized mandible tear through skin and bone in a well practiced move. He chews slower, but finishes the frog soon enough, the rest of the council looking on with deep uncertainty and a tiny bit of hunger, but no actual fear. They’re Jedi Masters; they’ve eaten everywhere, it’s just a little weird for a human to be eating a live animal and Yoda as far as anyone knew only ate stew and also they were in the middle of a council meeting.

Yoda belches and Luke smiles genially.

“Take you on as my padawan learner, I will. Much to learn you have, much to teach you, I do.”

Luke beams. The council looks on in shock. 

“Master Yoda,” Mace Windu says hesitantly, “He’s clearly in his late 20s, at the earliest. If this is about the... frog thing-”

“Was a pleasant surprise, the frog. The reason for my decision, it is not. Had some training already, he has. Know each other before this day, we do. Taking over for a Master passed into the force, I am merely. Our custom, this is.”

Luke bows lowly and an initiate is summoned to escort him to the quartermasters and then the long-empty padawan suite next to Yoda’s chambers. 

Qui-Gon and Anakin are brought in and. Well. It’s a little hard for them to simply reject the boy after Yoda just pulled that stunt. He’s sent to the initiates dorm, eventually. Mace Windu has a headache from the shatterpoints blinking in and out of existence. Shaak Ti is delighted to discuss a hunting trip with Master Yoda and his new padawan learner Luke Svader. 

The force dances.

#Anonymous #ask #300 celebration #star wars #my au #star wars au #frog promise au #yoda #star wars au no 29 #nevertheless meta #luke skywalker eats frogs

[kandyrezi]

Offers you some pocket lint and also a bag of chocolate buttons and an actual button or two

Can I get some uhhhhhh Yandere Ziki stuff?

—esurient;

pairing: yandere!ziki x reader

warnings: dismemberment, amputation, blood & gore

(a/n: I have no idea what on earth I’m supposed to do with those assortment of items you just electronically gifted me, but thank you anyway -

- yeah, not me thinking to myself upon seeing this ask ‘who tf is ziki?’ ……. OH, THE MOUTH WITCH. moment of enlightenment after that. (there are some bonus headcanons as well at the bottom of this fic! <3))

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

SHE DIPS HER FINGERS into the crimson stain, placing the blood-stained digits on her tongue, identifying the one it belongs to. Unmistakable, no doubt. Her lover's blood isn't as tasty as some of the others' she's consumed – but it's inconsequential. The taste bears no meaning in comparison to the adoration she feels for the one who brightened up her world like no one else ever has.

(she remembers the look in your eyes – lost and confused – the very look you gazed at her with the first time when she spotted you.)

The blood splatters leave her darling's scent lingering, yet they themselves are nowhere to be found – most likely having somehow wandered off to somewhere. You must have hurt yourself, as she doesn't remember you bleeding when she'd left you on your lonesome.

(she fell in love with you the day she'd met you.)

It's too bad no one in this world will come to your aid, not like she did when she first met you. The other witches are all selfish and only acting in their own self-interest.

(not wanting to lose someone so precious and wanting to consummate your love, she took you back to her little place of residence hidden away in the witch world.)

Finding you is laughably easy when you didn't even make it very far in the first place; you're awfully noisy and the tongues on her body have excellent taste receptors. One of the mouths on her braided hair maims you in the thigh, hardly a challenge at all as you're still drowsy from your escape— rather, your impolite, unannounced departure. As you look up at your pursuer hovering on her broom with your one still-intact eye, instead of ghostly white, her eyes shine a captivating yellow much like the mysterious sphere resting in the skies.

You must have seen her then for who she really was.

A witch of hunger and rage.

She didn't want to inject you with her venom. Weaker creatures such as yourself were easily susceptible to it and would likely die from it ("cardiac arrest" Ptomain had described it as) as opposed to becoming immobilised.

You are not the human who had the prettiest lilac eyes who escaped from the mansion of a vampire lord. You are not the leopard seal girl with broken fangs she came across beached on an island.

But you're you, and that's all she cares about.

. . .

The source of light provided by a stream of orange glow from the skies reflected off of the leaves from the trees yet the bright hues do nothing in ways of giving comfort. It could be pitch black and your heart would threaten to beat out of your chest from terror in equal measure.

You're partially blind due to your missing left eye and your surroundings are alien to you. Never would you have willingly entered a maze of unknown woods, yet at this moment you're desperate. You wish some ghastly beast would emerge from from the underground to devour you right then and there to simply end it so you wouldn't have to endure it – anything at all to avoid the deadly clutches of Ziki.

The soles of your feet no doubt have developed callouses and your toes burn from how long you've been running while avoiding getting your ankle stuck in vines or treading on one of the many-eyed endemic snakes. You momentarily lean your weight onto a (hopefully) harmless tree trunk with your dismembered, two-fingered hand.

The wind blows, howling right next to your ear, causing a tremor of shivers to trail down your spine. You feel like you're being taunted, watched with a calculating gaze – you push yourself upright and are ready to sprint (to your death if you have to), but it only takes you less than a second—

The jolt of sharp pain in your thigh forces you to freeze up like an icicle as the painful sensation rapidly spreads through your body. You fall into the dirt with no way to brace yourself with painful collision. something (but you know it's in fact, a someone) has bitten you in the leg and the juncture above your ankle is maimed next.

Ziki might not be hunting you for the purpose of killing you (—or so she's claimed) yet obviously natural predator-prey instincts kick in when the one being hunted down isn't so keen on allowing the one doing the hunting to sink their sharp, sawtooth-like tusk into your thigh so she can't let you get away. Especially now when one of her twin-tail mouths latch on to and break through muscle and tissue, the stream of red running down your leg creating another warm shade of color to paint the woods with. You're too weak to struggle much due to injuries you've sustained back at the witch's residence and on the run, and the fight ends before it can even begin.

You slip in and out of consciousness many times – the words shifts and moves around you, but you aren't sure where you ended up, not until after you wake up again.

The braided witch is saying something but you can't make out all the words.

"Neither your eye... your fingers... enough."

Were you really taken back...?

"It seems... you still don't... the conjoin of our love, so..."

What is this lunatic saying?!

"...Zi-Ziki..."

Your head barely becomes clearer yet it still hurts, you realize it when you feel the tight hold of belts strapping you to a familiar chair by your ankles and shoulders. It must be her kitchen. Where she keeps her jars and other glass containers full of substances you don't want to know about. The herbs and flowers hanging from the walls can't block out the stench you feel oozing from them. You can't really see her, but a smile on her face was normally her default expression, so it's far from a stretch to assume so.

"But I'm not complaining," Ziki keeps on talking, "Not when the meat from your flesh is so... tender. I've been keeping you well-fed and nourished, you can thank Ptomain for giving me some tips. Not sure how she knows so much about the health of your kind, but..."

She leans forward to hold your hand with farce tenderness, her other fingers stroking the outlines of the veins on your wrist below.

"...it's good that you're here now! After this, you'll tell me how much you feel the same way that I do for you~! Don't worry, I won't let you die. A witch's promise."

All the mouths on her body open to showcase their sharp teeth right in front of you. you vaguely register her biting your arm off from the elbow with the mouth on her face while the rest hold your body still to keep you from struggling. It's not a clean bite – she twists and yanks as your bones crack and shatter while tissues come apart under her immense strength. It all happens in less than a few seconds yet your nerves are on fire and you can't remember screaming or crying or pleading – nothing – as your body forces itself into unconsciousness from shock and agony.

You pray you won't wake up again after this time.

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• Ziki has a desire to consume a part of her lover so they're with her always - probably a body part like fingers, an entire limb, earlobe, or an eye (rarely) - possibly keeps some in a jar as well. She "falls in love" easily but is unable to "keep them"for long because she becomes too overzealous in her treatment of them.

• She hates it when her darling runs away from her. It's enough to make her lose her composure and almost kill them when she finds them again - it's mainly a stroke of luck when she doesn't violently lash out at the moment of seeing them.

• Despite how much of a whacko she is, she is actually strategic when it comes to anatomy and knows best places to injure to keep a darling immobile or crippled.

• Ziki doesn't have any healing abilities like some of the other witches. If her darling were a human, they would most likely end up dying from the injuries which she inflicted.

• She is kept under careful watch of the Great Witch to make sure she doesn't go overboard but will sometimes turn a blind eye if it's some stray, weak human (since they don't usually survive under the harsh conditions of PBW anyway).

• While she will otherwise go for anyone, she has a bit of a fetish for humans in particular because she likes how frail and docile they are.

• Feels lonely since the death of her familiar (not caused by her). This might correlate with her desire to keep a plaything to fill in that void (...or it might not).

• The mouths on her body can open and eat things, but can speak with only the one on her face.

• Ziki is friends with Ptomain and Kagimori. Since they can do types of witchcraft that fundamentally differ from one another, Ptomain has given her tips on medical care and health without the need for magic usage. Kagimori sometimes complains about the mess from blood stains on the hardwood floors of Ziki's cottage when she goes in for a visit.

• Her eyes change color depending on her mood; her pupils are pure white when she's feeling more docile, but they turn yellow when her emotions become intense and she feels them strongly.

• Aside from her appetite for flesh, she also likes mandarin oranges.

- - -

(a/n: ziki is literally a blank slate with just a visual appearance, so I got a little creative with her in ways you normally can't with established characters. I wrote the headcanons while i was trying to figure out her personality for just myself initially, but then decided to share them anyway.)

#yandere x reader #funamusea #mogeko #okegom #yandere #deep-sea prisoner #dsp #female yandere #ziki (mogeko) #yanderecore #ficlets

[maiuoart]

Romance & SF!Brothers

These are romantic things, so be prepared for that silly fluff ♥

First deals with Gestures the brothers would do; Second is a little bit more tasty~ ;)

GLAD YOU ASKED, NONNER!

Mutt would always shower his S/O with kisses, cuddles, and even back rubs! He’s touched starved and anytime he gets the chance, he’s right up against his sweetheart. He’s a chill guy; So doing random things like taking them out and everything? Eh, he’s not really too fond of doing that... However, if the time calls for it, like his lil’ Kitten is seriously down in the dumps and nothing he does helps? Even the bedroom things you both enjoy to do?! 

Mutt will sweep his S/O off their feet, cover their eyes, and take them to a place that’ll have them forget their worries. Simple places. Everything simple! Be it just on top of the roof to view the stars for a little bit with your favorite desserts and warm drinks, in Waterfall to view the gorgeous rocks as they twinkled down and maybe skip some stones in their glowing rivers for fun, go to a secluded place where both can adventure around together (He actually enjoys to venture around buildings and other secluded things for-... Special reasons.), or if his S/O is a huge extrovert, he’ll take them to their most favorite place to get their favorite cup of hot drink or dessert and share some of their treats together and people watch. 

After that? He’ll bring them home for a much needed relaxation... Until the bedroom opens and then relaxation is out the window~ 

Mutt will aim to have them smiling and laughing during their alone time; Wherever they end up. Soft nips and gentle caresses on their back and head no matter what; He’ll always have them tucked under his arms and pulse soothing warm intent through their contact...

Even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it himself.

Black enjoys to surprise his S/O. Loves it when their face lights up and the joy radiates off them. It soothes his own Soul and helps him forget himself for a little bit... Maybe selfish, but as long as they both are getting something out of it; He’ll continue surprising them anyway he can. 

Be it random acts of small gestures; Their favorite flowers or something to add to their collections if they have one, buy them a game or movie they’ve been wanting for months and watch/play with them, wrapping his arms around them in a surprise hug, a nip on their cheeks for a playful little squeak to escape from them, or taking them to the movies or a nice restaurant... 

But what he really enjoys to do? Call him the Great and Horrible if you so wish, but he enjoys bringing them to those-... Haunted houses and scary movies if they’re ever up for it. Only if they are; Because he not only enjoys the horror aspects the humans have created- But he seriously loves it when his S/O tucks themselves into him for his protection. 

However, if they’re too much for his S/O to handle? Well, that’s alright... Black will stick to softer things; Romantic movies, late night talking, but above all; Will fully give all his attention to cuddling his S/O.

Cuddling and touching is actually a large ordeal for Black... He can be very scared of harming his lover on accident with his claws and sharp features; Doesn’t have all that good experiences and would worry about if his claws would scrape just wrong or his jagged bones piercing their skin or flesh when he moved. So, for him to cuddle and nuzzle and get touchy is a huge ordeal; But he’ll still give it a shot, dammit! Just... Slowly, ever so slowly, he’ll become more to cuddling his S/O.

It’ll be more of a shock to them both when he begins to show just how much he loves them after he’s settled his fears of accidental harming; And able to find that right amount of pressure that it feels good to both without the fear!

Okay. So. Both of them would be shocked to say the least. 

The one who would be more shocked?

Black. Black would be flustered as all hell to see his S/O laid out. For him. In their bed. He would not know what to do or say at first; Even after so many times of love making; He would be. Utterly. Speechless. And that is a HUGE FEATURE to pull on this loud Skeleton! 

After the initial shock, he would try and stutter something out, but then practically say fuck it and just... Wow, okay. He wants his S/O more and more the closer he gets, like oh MAN. It’s such a sweet and loving gesture and godDAMMIT DOES HE LOVE YOU?? 

Wait, oh dear god, his S/O was wearing-... Frills. 

He’s a type who enjoys the frills, the soft lace, the gentle, white, pink, extremely feminine and sweet looking lingerie. That gets his magic flaring a HELL OF A LOT. The innocents, the wonderfully weak fabric that if he just traces his claws against, he could feel the fabric break under his touch. God, he enjoys that and he will rip it off his loving S/O without so much of a scratch on them... Oh lord, take a betting pole; His S/O will not be walking for a god damn week after surprising him like this... 

He’s soft for his Lover and all... But he can’t fully control his urges to mark and break them if they sent that much of a shock his way... But, he’ll take care of his S/O afterward. Over the edge or not, he’ll be making sure their well pleased just like him... Whoo, boy.

Now, the Hounddog Mutt is a bit different...

Mutt would be surprised for a second; But he’ll easily relax and go into a state of his natural hunger the more his eyelights travel his S/O’s body. He’s used to the frills, the lace, the dark types, the soft types... He’s used to his bedmates surprising him like this, used to others showing their hunger in their positions and will happily go and please them.

But what would he not be expecting?

Leather.  Oh dear god, you surprise this boy with leather and anything hard for him to try and scratch and tear off?? That will get him begging. Mutt actually enjoys to be the bottom; Power or not. He loves the leather, he loves the ability of not being able to rip that damn teasing fabric off his lover. The spice of seeing his Lover wanting to be the power top makes him melt. 

Extra brownie points if your leather outfit is mixed with magic damping abilities. Then he really CAN’T do a damn thing! 

Mutt can be pretty-... Needy. He’s always been needy, wanting to touch, to paw, to play; Though ripping things off his bedmates has served as a small turn on for him; Nothing can get him going more however than him trying to tear and use stronger means to try and tear off clothing. He loves using his full strength, though it can-... Sometimes-... Get his bedmates harmed, but that's alright because he can easily heal them up... He’s careful, but he can lose sight if it gets too strong... He’ll take care of the wounds though, lovingly... Extra care, he would have to remind himself to hold back or watch what catches what.

Still yet, it stands that Leather with Magic damping mixtures tend to make him go wild. He wants to feel his power practically be useless in some sort of way; Not enough to be-... Defenceless. But just enough to allow some sort of power given to his S/O, trusting them that they will please them both... 

Yeah, he’s all for doing the dom side, but dammit-... He likes to be a sub-... Sometimes. most of the time. Just give him all the love and chide him when he tries to rip your leather, and damn... He’ll be a puddle~

#Swapfell #Swapfell AU #Swapfell Headcanons #Swapfell HC #Mai replies #Mai talks #Mai rambles #Romantic gestures #Lingerie preference #Sweet boys #Blacks more prone to not lose control #Mutt will just-... Nope #he's lost #Both brothers will take care of their S/O's though #Blacks a total dom #Mutts a switch #The floodgates of perversions are opening now #I can feel it #Thanks for asking!

[mx-bright-sky]

my brain: you have other things you could be writing that are more important-

me: FUCK you here’s an essay about shit that’s can’t even happen

anyway fuckin uhhhh here’s my ideas about what Fire Emblem: Awakening would be like if it were remade for the switch using Fire Emblem: Three House’s mechanics

oh yeah and spoilers for awakening duh

i’m gonna go over the characters and most stuff first sooooo

[also, likes, dislikes, and closest allies ended up being filled in later after a lot of stuff was already done, it’s probably noticable so i figured i’d say so anyway]

1: Robin

strengths: sword and black magic (because those are the weapons used by Robin’s starting class)

weaknesses: none (because in Awakening Robin can change to literally any class they want)

“canon” class progression: commoner -> [unique class] tactician -> [unique class] grandmaster -> [unique class] manakete GRIMA TIME BABY

likes: strategy, books

dislikes: not having memories

closest allies: Chrom and Lissa

they’re the protag so they don’t really get anything else ahsjdfkhsdj sorry

2: Chrom

strengths: sword and lance

weaknesses: black magic

hidden talent: riding (I really like paladin chrom)

“canon” class progression: noble -> myrmidon -> [unique class] lord -> [unique class] great lord

likes: training, helping people

dislikes: formalities, bandits

closest allies: Robin, Lissa, and Frederick

dining hall: likes all kinds of meats, likes oranges (HAHA CHROM EATS UNPEELED ORANGES GET IT-), dislikes sweets

lost items: broken lance, torn cape, orange

gifts: training weight, smoked meat, riding boots, and legends of chivalry

3: Lissa

strengths: white magic, black magic, and lances

weaknesses: axes and heavy armor

hidden talent: axe

“canon” class progression: noble -> monk -> priest -> bishop

likes: pranks, fancy comforts

dislikes: bugs, the outdoors

closest allies: Chrom, Frederick, and Maribelle

dining hall: likes sweets, dislikes “gamey” meats

lost items: miniature frog statue, childish drawing (flavor text would say that it’s old and it’s implied the drawing is of her, chrom, and emmeryn when they were little)

gifts: armored bear stuffy, hair clip, tasty baked treat

4: Frederick

strengths: lance, axe, riding, and heavy armor

weaknesses: white magic

hidden talent: flying, black magic (FIRE, BABY)

“canon” class progression: noble -> soldier -> cavalry -> paladin -> great knight

likes: training, fire

dislikes: strangers

closest allies: Chrom and Lissa

dining hall: likes healthy meals, dislikes sweets and the more “gamey” meats 

lost items: nothing. does this look like a man who would lose anything in his life? no. never. he’s the only real adult around here and the only haver of brain cells.

gifts: training weight, riding boots, ceremonial sword

5: Sully

strengths: lance, sword, riding, and brawling

weaknesses: authority

hidden talent: heavy armor

“canon” class progression: commoner -> soldier -> cavalry -> paladin

likes: training

dislikes: flirts

closest allies: Stahl, Miriel, and Vaike

dining hall: likes meats

lost items: coming up with lost items is hard, not all of these characters are much fleshed out and trust me i tried when i was super into awakening i very specifically went and tried to get as many supports as possible and there is like, almost NO lore about sully that sticks out to me which is a damn shame. a damn shame. 

gifts: training weight, riding boots, smoked meat

6: Virion

strengths: bow

weaknesses: brawling and axe

hidden talent: flying and axe

“canon” class progression: noble -> fighter -> archer -> sniper

likes: ladies, tea

dislikes: savagery

closest allies: Sully and Cherche

dining hall: likes fancy meals

lost items: embroidered handkerchief, letter about Roseanne (i don’t know if i spelled that right, but it’s where he’s from), unused lipstick (for the same reasons as sylvain. You Know Why.)

gifts: board game, legends of chivalry, floral adornment, exotic spices, tea leaves

7: Teach Vaike

strengths: axe and brawling

weaknesses: riding and flying

hidden talent: sword

“canon” class progression: commoner -> fighter -> barbarian -> warrior

likes: being strong

dislikes: thinking too hard

closest allies: Chrom and Sully

dining hall: likes meats, dislikes vegetables

lost items: i got nothing

gifts: training weight, smoked meat

8: Stahl

strengths: lance, sword, and riding

weaknesses: axe

“canon” class progression: commoner -> soldier -> cavalry -> paladin

likes/dislikes: idk dude this man is just a normal guy that’s his thing

closest allies: Sully, Kellam, and Sumia

dining hall: likes everything

lost items: idk 

gifts: smoked meat, tasty baked treat, armored bear stuffy

9: Miriel

strengths: black magic and sword 

weaknesses: heavy armor and axe

hidden talent: white magic

“canon” class progression: noble -> monk -> mage -> warlock

likes: research, science

dislikes: things that get in the way of research

closest allies: Sully and Donnel

dining hall: likes vegetables, dislikes sweets

lost items: book on arithmetic, glasses, a test tube with unknown contents

gifts: board game, history of ylisse

10: Sumia

strengths: flying and lance

weaknesses: brawling and heavy armor

hidden talent: sword

“canon” class progression: commoner -> soldier -> pegasus knight -> falcon knight

likes: baking, reading, flower fortunes, Chrom

dislikes: being so clumsy

closest allies: Cordelia, Chrom, and Stahl

dining hall: likes sweets and baked goods, dislikes “gamey” meats

lost items: pegasus hairclip, hairbrush, training lance, hand knit purse, a book on how to be more confident

gifts: riding boots, armored bear stuffy, floral adornment, hairclip

11: Kellam

strengths: heavy armor, lance, and sword

weaknesses: authority

hidden talent: bow

“canon” class progression: commoner -> soldier -> armored knight -> fortress knight

likes: when people notice him

dislikes: the fact that he’s practically invisible

closest allies: Stahl

dining hall: no particular likes or dislikes

lost items: once again i have no ideas

gifts: armored bear stuffy

12: Lon’qu

strengths: sword and bow

weaknesses: heavy armor and white magic

“canon” class progression: commoner -> myrmidon -> mercenary -> swordmaster

likes: swords, training

dislikes: women (but isn’t a misogynist, we swear - nintendo) (it’s the trauma)

closest allies: Basillio

dining hall: no particular likes or dislikes

lost items: i feel bad about how often no ideas come to me for these

gifts: ceremonial sword, dagger, whetstone

13: Maribelle

strengths: white magic, riding, and black magic

weaknesses: heavy armor, axe, and brawling

hidden talent: lance

“canon” class progression: noble -> monk -> priest -> bishop

likes: tea, nobility

dislikes: informality

closest allies: Lissa, Ricken, and Olivia

dining hall: likes fancy meals and sweets, dislikes everything else

lost items: fancy teacup, laced parasol, heart-shaped hairclips

gifts: armored bear stuffy, handkerchief, tasty baked treat, floral adornment, tea leaves

14: Panne

strengths: beaststone and brawling

weaknesses: sword, lance, and axe

hidden talent: sword

“canon” class progression: commoner -> [unique class] taguel

likes: the outdoors, nature, animals

dislikes: humans

closest allies: n/a

dining hall: likes vegetables and especially carrots, dislikes sweets

lost items: herb potion

gifts: pretty much any plant or seed

15: Gaius

strengths: sword, brawling, and bow

weaknesses: white magic

hidden talent: axe

“canon” class progression: commoner -> myrmidon -> thief -> assassin

likes: candy, sweets, gold

dislikes: talking about his past, taking things seriously

closest allies: Chrom and Lissa

dining hall: REALLY likes sweets

lost items: bag of candies, muddy cape, lock pick

gifts: tasty baked treat, dagger

16: Cordelia

strengths: flying, lance, and black magic

weaknesses: axe and brawling

hidden talent: riding

“canon” class progression: commoner -> soldier -> pegasus knight -> falcon knight

likes: cleaning and keeping things tidy, looking after others, being hardworking, Chrom

dislikes: messes, feeling useless

closest allies: Chrom and Sumia

dining hall: no real likes or dislikes; is good with anything

lost items: handcrafted javelin, charm necklace

gifts: riding boots, legends of chivalry, whetstone 

17: Nowi

strengths: dragonstone

weaknesses: heavy armor and riding

hidden talent: black magic

“canon” class progression: commoner -> [unique class] manakete

likes: playing, adventuring, shiny rocks, fun, kids

dislikes: being serious

closest allies: Gregor

dining hall: likes sweets, dislikes vegetables and bitter meals

lost items: colorful stone, dragon-scale scarf, talon-clippings

gifts: armored bear stuffy, tasty baked treat, gemstone beads

18: Gregor

strengths: sword and axe

weaknesses: white magic and black magic

“canon” class progression: commoner -> myrmidon -> mercenary -> hero

likes: gold, alcohol

dislikes: n/a

closest allies: Nowi and Anna

dining hall: likes meat

lost items: nothing comes to mind

gifts: armored bear stuffy, ceremonial sword, whetstone, smoked meat

19: Libra

strengths: white magic and axe

weaknesses: heavy armor 

hidden talents: black magic

“canon” class progression: commoner -> monk -> priest -> bishop

likes: praying, the goddess

dislikes: his parents, his childhood

closest allies: Chrom and Lissa

dining hall: no specific likes or dislikes

lost items: offering to the goddess

gifts: goddess statuette, armored bear stuffy (these characters are all just soft bitches who want the bear stuffy i guess)

20: Tharja

strengths: black magic, lance, and sword

weaknesses: heavy armor, authority, and white magic

hidden talent: heavy armor (always blew my mind that she could reclass into an armor knight. all the classes in the world and THAT was an option for her???)

“canon” class progression: commoner -> monk -> dark mage -> dark bishop (In This House We Live In The Timeline Where Dark Mage Wasn’t Weirdly Gender Locked) (but otherwise the alternate would obviously be mage -> warlock)

likes: hexes, Robin

dislikes: sunshine, being cheerful

closest allies: Robin

dining hall: likes bitter foods, dislikes sweets

lost items: voodoo doll, hexing instruments, potion ingredients

gifts: board game, coffee beans, pitcher plant

21: Olivia

strengths: sword and lance

weaknesses: heavy armor, authority, and brawling

hidden talent: flying

“canon” class progression: commoner -> myrmidon -> thief -> [unique class] dancer

likes: dancing, art

dislikes: interacting with people

closest allies: Maribelle, Chrom, and Basillio

dining hall: likes sweets

lost items: a book on dancing technique, a handcrafted model of a theater

gifts: armored bear stuffy, sheet music, lily, tea leaves

22: Cherche

strenths: lance, axe, authority, and flying

weaknesses: white magic

hidden talent: white magic

“canon” class progression: commoner -> fighter -> barbarian -> wyvern rider -> wyvern lord

likes: wyverns

dislikes: Virion (only half joking, probably)

closest allies: Virion

dining hall: no specific likes or dislikes

lost items: wyvern wing grooming comb, book on wyvern care, tales of the legendary warrior minerva

gifts: riding boots, legends of chivalry, tea leaves

23: Henry

strengths: sword, black magic, riding, and flying

weaknesses: heavy armor, brawling, authority, and axe

hidden talent: axe

“canon” class progression: commoner -> monk -> dark mage -> dark bishop

likes: blood, hexes, scary things, animals

dislikes: his parents

closest allies: Ricken and Tharja

dining hall: likes sweets and bitter foods (interesting combo I know), dislikes meats

lost items: shiny knickknacks (probably got them from the crows), comb for brushing horses, bloody hexing instruments (not to be confused with Tharja’s, nonbloody, hexing instruments)

gifts: armored bear stuffy, fishing float

24: Say’ri

strengths: sword, bow, and flying

weaknesses: black magic, riding, and axe

hidden talent: black magic

“canon” class progression: noble -> myrmidon -> mercenary -> swordmaster

likes: Yen’fay

dislikes: Yen’fay (it’s a complicated sibling relationship)

closest allies: Tiki

dining hall: likes chon’sin dishes

lost items: no, sorry, got nothing

gifts: ceremonial sword, exotic spices, board game

25: Flavia

strengths: axe, sword, and brawling

weaknesses: flying, riding, and lance

“canon” class progression: noble -> fighter -> barbarian -> warrior

likes: n/a

dislikes: n/a

closest allies: Basillio

dining hall: likes meat, dislikes vegetables

lost items: this lady has like, less supports than what i can count on my hand. there is zero material or lore to really work with. no.

gifts: training weight, smoked meat, dagger

26: Basillio

strengths: axe, sword, and brawling

weaknesses: white magic and riding

“canon” class progression: noble -> fighter -> barbarian -> hero (yes i swapped Basillio and Flavia’s classes. why? idk i felt like it. it doesn’t change all that much in the bigger picture i think)

likes: n/a

dislikes: n/a

closest allies: Lon’qu, Olivia, and Flavia

dining hall: likes bitter foods, dislikes sweets

lost items: the fucking stone that goes in the fire emblem, maybe?

gifts: whetstone, training weight, ceremonial sword

27: Donnel

strengths: lance, sword, and axe

weaknesses: white magic, black magic, and authority

"canon” class progression: commoner -> myrmidon -> mercenary -> hero

likes: farming, learning, hunting

dislikes: n/a

closest allies: Lissa, Olivia, and Chrom

dining hall: no specific likes or dislikes

lost items: dirty handkerchief, handmade pendant, hunting snare

gifts: riding boots, legends of chivalry, armored bear stuffy

28: Anna

strengths: sword, white magic, and bow

weaknesses: authority and heavy armor

"canon” class progression: commoner -> myrmidon -> thief -> assassin

likes: money, making money

dislikes: losing money

closest allies: Gregor

dining hall: no specific likes or dislikes

lost items: a book on get rich quick schemes, a family portrait depicting all the other annas

gifts: she will take anything because she’s gonna resell it for a higher price. we all know it.

29: Tiki

strengths: dragonstone, flying, and black magic

weaknesses: none

hidden talent: white magic

“canon” class progression: noble -> [unique class] manakete

likes: sleep, the goddess, Marth

dislikes: people interrupting her naps

closest allies: Say’ri, Lucina, and Robin

dining hall: no specific likes or dislikes

lost items: probably something related to marth, a feather pillow

gifts: tasty baked treat, smoked meat, goddess statuette, ceremonial sword

i mISSED RICKEN WAY BACK WHERE MARIBELLE WAS, OH FUCK, SHIT

30: Ricken (sweet sweet boy i’m so fuckin sorry i forgot you)

strengths: black magic and white magic

weaknesses: sword, lance, axe, and heavy armor

hidden talent: sword

“canon” class progression: noblel -> monk -> mage -> warlock

likes: magic

dislikes: being treated like a child

closest allies: Henry

dining hall: likes sweets, dislikes bitter foods

lost items: a book on magic study

gifts: armored bear stuffy, tasty baked treat

yo i am way too tired this is gonna be a multi-part post now this is part one, part two is gonna be next gen units, and part three is gonna be non-character stuff 

#my posts #fe:a remake with fe:th mechanics #part one

[petersboyfriendsonofthor]

Body Positivity

Here’s a blurb-turned-fic for @keepingupwiththeparkers sleepover! I think I missed it, but here it is anyway. Hope you like it!

Tom Holland x Male Reader; Chubby!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, moderate self-hate, language, slight smut at the end

Shape of You

You and Tom were on your way to a restaurant to meet up with the main cast of Far From Home to celebrate wrapping on location. Traffic was getting pretty heavy, and the Uber driver swore under his breath. Tom turned to you and pulled out his phone.

“I’ll call Zendaya and tell her we’re running late,” he said.

“See if she’ll order for us,” you said. “I don’t wanna make them wait on their lunch. We’ll probably get there by the time it’s ready anyway.”

Tom nodded and relayed the information when Zendaya picked up. He turned the receiver away from his mouth and looked over to you.

“What would you like?”

You thought a moment before saying: “a bacon cheeseburger with fries. I’m starving!”

Tom smiled and told Z what you wanted. He was not too hungry and ordered a salad for himself. You had been eating healthy and hitting the gym for a few months with Tom, and were proud of the progress you made. You were nowhere near his fitness level just yet, but you were far from where you came. Tom was proudest of all, constantly telling you that he loves your body just how it is but that he also supported your weight loss. Not that you needed it, but you wanted it. He had originally questioned your motive when you told him you were going to exercise with him.

“Babe you look amazing just the way you are,” he had told you, rubbing your arm.

“I know,” you had said, “but I’m doing this for me. I want to lose some weight and look better for me. Well, and for you, but mostly for me.”

He had leaned in to kiss you. “And I’ll support you all the way.”

You were snapped back to the present when Tom nudged your shoulder. “We’re here, finally.”

You both exited the car, thanked the driver, and walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. You were greeted with smiles all around from your friends. You gave Tom a quick kiss before sitting down next to him at the long table. After a heated conversation about which one of you would win in a battle royale/Hunger Games scenario, the food arrived. When the greasy bacon burger and plate of fries was placed in front of you, you became acutely aware of the fact that everyone else had ordered a salad.

You became incredibly self-conscious in a matter of seconds. The feeling lasted throughout lunch. You wiped the salt off your fingers as Harrison stabbed at a crouton. Zendaya dabbed juice from a cherry tomato off of her lips as you dabbed at the burger grease on yours. Anytime one of the others eyed your plate, you avoided their eyes. You receded further and further from the conversation until Tom placed his hand on your thigh.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, his voice low. “You’ve been acting...distant all afternoon.”

“Nothing,” you sighed. “I’m fine.”

“You’ve barely touched your fries.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You said you were starving in the car…”

“Well,” you said, hoping to end the conversation here, “I’ve lost my appetite.”

Tom opened his mouth to say something when he finally put the pieces together. Wordlessly, he dragged your plate of fries closer to his salad and started eating from it. He picked one up and waved it in the air, making jet engine noises.

“Here comes the airplane! Nyooooooom!” He pushed the french fry past your lips and you couldn’t help but smile as you bit it in half. Tom took the other half for himself and licked his fingers. You rested your head on his shoulder, still chewing, and wordlessly thanked him for helping you feel better. Once your burger was finished, you felt a bit of reflux and swallowed a burp. You felt some hiccups coming on, meaning that you ate too fast. Naturally, you were the only one with a hiccup, which brought back the self-consciousness. Tom paid the bill for the both of you. His salad was seven dollars, and your burger with fries was eleven. More guilt. That is chump change to most people, but today, to you, it made a huge difference.

You threw on a fake smile and said your goodbyes, making your way to the Uber Tom had called. The ride home was silent, and your reflux gave way to a stomach ache.

Penance for eating that slop, you thought. Sure it was tasty and exactly what you wanted, and sure it was the only burger you’ve had in the last six weeks, but everyone else ate salad. Why couldn’t your fat ass have ordered salad too? You never really liked it, but that’s what healthy people ate. That’s what Zendaya ate, and Tony, and Tom, and Jacob, and Haz, and Jake Gyllenhaal.

God! This was only your third time meeting Jake, and your first time eating food in front of him. Now he’s gonna think you eat like that all the time, as exemplified by your small double chin and a belly that sticks out.

Well, your belly didn’t really stick out that much…

But it’s still there.

Tom says--

Who cares what Tom says? Tom’s Tom. He’s your boyfriend. He has to say that. What about everyone else at that table? What about the people online that constantly shame you? What are they going to say about this?

What if some fan took a picture of you all at the table and posted it? Now they see you’re the only fatass with a burger while everyone else ate a salad. God. Why are you like this? Why are you so FUCKING fat?!

“Y/N,” Tom said, his hand on your shoulder.

You looked up at him, quickly wiping away your furrowed brow and scowl. “Hmm?”

“We’re home.”

Once inside, you headed straight for the bathroom. You locked the door, turned on the exhaust fan and faucet to drown out any potential crying, and faced yourself in the mirror. You sighed and slowly removed your shirt.

Your eyes drifted to the bits of acne that dotted your shoulders and upper chest. There was a large pimple between your pecs. From there, your eyes found the isolated strands of hair around your nipples. God did that look stupid. Tom probably hates that. He’s probably embarrassed to be seen around you when your shirt is off. Lord knows you would be. You made a mental note to shave that off immediately.

You then looked to the trail of hair that spilled out of your belly button and traversed the hill that was your lower abdomen and disappeared down your jeans. You angrily grabbed at the fat on your belly, which just peeked over the edge of your jeans, enough for you to label yourself a muffin top. You jiggled the fat, disappointed and ashamed.

Why would Tom subject himself to seeing this every night? Why would he suck your dick if his head has to feel the squish of your belly every time he goes down? Why would he like the feeling of his fingers sinking into your sides when he held your hips? Why would he want to see the rolls that form from sitting as you ride him? Why would he want to feel your belly on his back when you were the big spoon? Why would he want to look at your droopy ass when he takes you from behind? Why would he want to even be seen with you in public? Why would he want your body? Why would he want you?

You hardly noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks. They soon turned to quiet sobs. You sat on the edge of the tub in defeat, staring at the blurred image of your distended stomach through welled up tears. There was a knock at the door.

“Y/N, open up, love,” Tom called, softly. “I know what you’re doing in there.”

Why would he care? You don’t need his pity. His lies.

Tom tried the door only to find it locked. “Darling, please open up.” He waited for a few beats before trying again.

“Baby, please, you’re starting to scare me a little,” his voice sounded concerned enough. He jiggled the knob harder. “C’mon love.”

You begrudgingly rose from your seat and unlocked the door. Immediately it was opened to show a concerned Tom biting his lip. When he saw you his heart sank. He was right about what you had been doing. There were still marks on your belly from where you grabbed it with force. You sniffled as he took you into his arms.

He squeezed you tight, and you were well aware of the fact that his fingers sunk into the flesh of your bare back ever so slightly, while your fingers were met with muscle. He kissed your neck before pulling back to kiss away your tears. He cradled your face in his hands and ran his thumb across your lips. He gently pulled on your bottom lip, revealing the small bits of skin that were missing from how hard you bite it when you’re stressed. He held you for a few minutes, letting you release your pent up emotion. Once you had pulled yourself together, he gently turned you around to face yourself in the mirror.

Your face was red and wet from crying, cheeks and eyes puffy. Tom pressed himself behind you and brought his hands all over your body. He took your hands in his so that you would feel what he was feeling. He passed over the marks you left in your belly fat. He passed the love handles you hated under your obliques. He passed your pecs, with their hairy nipples and layer of fat on the end. He passed your shoulders, over the acne but skipping the pimple. He knew the ones on your chest hurt when touched. He got them too. He pressed a firm and loving kiss to your shoulder, in a spot that happened to have acne scarring. He moved his kisses to your neck and you sighed.

“Baby,” you croaked. “Be honest, do you love my body?”

Tom locked eyes with you in the mirror and rubbed your stomach softly.

“Yes, love,” he said, pressing a kiss to your earlobe. “I love your body.”

“Why?”

It was a simple question but it broke his heart. There was nothing he hated worse than when you felt down about your body, especially when you started hating yourself for it.

“Because it’s you. I love you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t control the outpour of emotion as your boyfriend placed tender kisses to your neck and cheek.

“I love you for the real you, baby,” he continued. “I love you for what’s inside. I love you for what’s in here-” he touched his finger to your forehead “-and in here.” He placed his hand over your heart. You couldn’t stop crying over everything that was happening. You hated that you hated your body. You usually weren’t like this. You felt guilty that you made him worry. You also felt so much love from and for Tom that you couldn’t quite process everything else that was going on.

You spun around and captured his lips in a desperate kiss. “I’m sorry,” you whispered over and over onto his lips, and all he whispered back was “I love you.”

Tom broke the kiss to work his lips down your body, kissing over the marks you made on your belly. You rolled your head back and sighed. He stood back up and led you to the bedroom. You both shed your clothes and he took a step back to admire you in your nakedness. He bit his lip and eyed your body hungrily.

“All for me…” he muttered to himself before taking your hand and leading you to the bed. He grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and lubed up. He had you straddle him and you sank down on him slowly. You rode him, his moans inspiring confidence, and his wandering hands instilled more pride in your body.

Who cares what other people think about you? You have nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing to hate. You loved yourself, deep down. On days like this, sometimes all it takes is a little encouragement from Tom.

Tom couldn’t keep his legs still as you rode him to his high, looking him in the eyes as you did. He took you in his hand and worked you over to yours. It didn’t take long, as his dick hit your prostate on almost every bounce. You came on his abs and collapsed onto him. Panting, you both gazed lovingly in each other's eyes. He pulled you in for a hot, messy kiss. He sat up quickly, taking you with him. You giggled as he scooped you up and took you back to the bathroom to run a shower. You spent the rest of the evening in his arms, naked to the waist. He rested his head on your chest and traced circles onto your belly, whispering words of love and encouragement for you and your beautiful body.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x male reader #tom holland x male!reader #tom holland smut #chubby!reader #tom holland x chubby!reader #keepingupwiththeparkers #keepingupwiththeparkers sleepover

[thedeviltohisangel]

To Carry On For You//1//Is It Easier To Stay?

Callia stood silently and watched her sister lightly touch the hilt of a melted sword. She didn’t seem anything like the woman who had rode Drogon mere hours ago. But she also wasn’t the girl she had first met all those years ago either. Daenerys wasn’t the same person. Neither was Callia.

“Is it like you always pictured?” she asked as she took soft, careful steps towards Dany. Callia had seen the Iron Throne many times before. It was no longer special to her. Just another pile of metal. She didn’t understand why so much blood had been spilt for it over the years. Doesn’t think she ever will.

“Viserys explained to me that it was made of a thousand swords as the Lords surrendered to Aegon the Conqueror. I couldn’t imagine what a thousand swords looked like. I couldn’t count to twenty.” Callia smiled. She had thought a lot about what a younger Daenerys would look like.

If they would have looked more similar then or now. If she was more Lannister than Targaryen after her years in the South.

“Now you know.”

“Now I know,” she whispered back as she finally turned from the throne to face her sister. Callia stood still as Dany slowly walked down the steps and stood directly in front of her. “I couldn’t have done it without you by my side. Without our strength as sisters, it would have never been done. I thank you for that.”

“You are my family. I would do anything for you.” It was true. Callia may not have known of her younger sister for very long, known her physically even less, but the fire that ran through both their veins burned at the same temperature. It had been easy to know she was meant to be with Daenerys. Easy to know she was meant to protect her. Protect her even from herself.

“I wish to name you my heir, once all is said and done. You are my flesh and blood. You have stood by me in the most trying of times. You will be Queen, your children will grow to be the same. And assuming Jon will be their father-”

“The Targaryen lineage will be strong. Thank you, sister.” Dany moved to embrace her and Callia met her in kind, relishing in the final moments of warmth she would receive from her sister. “I did it because I love you.” It was an answer to the question she knew Dany would ask. Maybe it would be the last thought she ever had. Why.

----

Callia caught her sister before she hit the floor, cradling her close and keeping her grip tight so in her final moments she would know she was not alone. Callia did it to prevent the madness from spreading further. To prevent the decay of her sister’s legacy any further. She was a hero. A Queen. A dragon. A liberator. That was how she deserved to be remembered.

She did it to protect Jon. She knew of the turmoil that had lived behind his eyes during the battle. Knew he would never be able to rest if there was a possibility of her doing it again. Callia knew what Jon thought he had to do. She also knew it would kill him to do it. So she did it herself. Her sister deserved to die in the arms of someone she truly loved. Who truly loved her. Who knew of the fire in her blood and the kindness of her heart. In the arms of someone who could forgive her wrongs.

“Callia? What happened? What did you do?”

“What had to be done.” She didn’t bother to wipe the tears from her face as Jon entered the throne room. Let him see what this pointless war had made her. Let him see that beneath the mane of the lion and the fire of the dragon she was still only human.

“I-” Whatever comfort he might have offered her or sentiment that rested on the tip of his tongue, was interrupted by the arrival of Drogon. He screeched and roared and cried into the sky. His mother was dead.

Jon walked to her side tentatively, not wishing to disturb the grieving creature that was nudging the body of Daenerys. “What do we do now?” he asked quietly.

“I must go with her. To Dragonstone. Where I will give her a proper funeral, heal Drogon and reunite him with Kenna.”

“All of this time that we have fought to be together, we finally have the chance and you wish to leave again?” There was a sad smile on her face when she turned to face him.

“I swear by the gods, the old and the new, that we are meant to be together, Jon Snow. We will find each other in the time and place where it is destined.”

“Destined for us to be free.” It was all they had ever wanted. All they had ever hoped for. To be free. It was what they whispered about in bed. Spoke about by the fire. Called to each other before they left to battle.

“Yes,” Callia spoke with tears in her eyes as she noticed the orange light beginning to form in the back of Drogon’s throat, “open land and air. Us and our wolves and dragons and little wildings that have your curls and my eyes.” She knew the saying went that fire could never kill a dragon, her and Jon’s Targaryen blood making them dragons, but she wasn’t sure if that theory had ever been tested by the fire of a dragon. If even that wouldn’t burn them.

She made sure to look into his eyes as the heat began to build. If this were to be her last moments, she wanted that gentle look in his eyes to be the last thing she ever saw.

“Where we will be free.”

----

Callia watched from Drogon’s back as the melted steel ran down the steps that had once lead to the Iron Throne. To think this chair had cost so many lives, corrupted so many souls, was now just reduced to a grey sludge was astounding. What had it all meant anyways?

“I will find you when it is safe. I promise.” Her hand rested on Jon’s cheek as he looked up at her sadly. “Take care of my wolves for me.”

“Your wolves?”

“I rescued all of them, didn’t I?”

“Aye. You did.” He knew she would make a great mother. She already was to her dragon and direwolves. Jon smiled so brightly whenever he thought of her with a baby. His baby. He had started to consider her as his family long ago but it would be wonderful to add to it. Of course he would have to marry her first.

“I love you, Jon Snow.”

“I love you, Callia.” He kissed her knuckles tenderly before she took off on the back of Drogon into the sky, Daenerys lovingly in his grasp.

----

Jon was the only one for the Unsullied to blame for the death and disappearance of their Queen. He took the blame entirely. It protected Callia from ever being sought after though he was entirely positive that she would have protected herself and then some from anyone who came looking.

He thought about her the entire time he was in his cell. Wondered if she had found somewhere peaceful and beautiful for them to spend the rest of their days. Wondered if she would ever get tired of waiting for him.

When he heard that Bran had reached the compromise of sending him back to the Night’s Watch, he was torn. It was better than being beheaded. But it wasn’t the freedom he had promised Callia they’d find. He’d be sworn to taking no wife. No children. Two things he had sworn to her he would do.

It was difficult to say goodbye to his siblings. His pack. But they were all going into the ventures they were meant to be in. Sansa as Queen. Arya as an explorer. Bran as overseer. Jon could rest easier at night knowing they were all happy and accounted for. If only Ned and Catlyn could see them. If only Rickon and Robb could join them. Jon wonders, if they did it all over again, if Ned would still accept the position as Hand. If he would leave for King’s Landing. It certainly started a chain of events none of them could have ever seen coming. But it had also brought him to where he was now. He had lived. He had loved. Maybe he wouldn’t have if things hadn’t happened the way they had.

It felt odd to return to The Wall but not entirely wrong. The North was in his blood, in his soul. He had turned into a man here and for that he would forever be grateful. Jon was also a warrior. In battle but also in life more generally. It was in the North that he had found his place. Had found somewhere where the fight felt worthwhile. He could be happy here. He knew he could be.

Jon smiled to himself as he rode out into the forest with Tormund and the Wildlings. He was unsure if he would return to The Wall behind him. Part of him believed his place, his true freedom, was in the direction he was currently headed. He watched with confusion as Ghost sprinted ahead, away from the travelling party.

“Ghost?” Perhaps he smelled something tasty or was scoping out a potential threat. Jon signalled to Tormund that he was going to follow, urging his horse along quicker to try and close the gap that the wolf had formed. “Come on, boy, what’re you up to?” He followed Ghost into a clearing and wanted to give his own gleeful yelp when he saw the sight in front of him.

There stood Callia with her own dragon, Kenna, and the five direwolves. His family.

“I told you I’d find you,” she teased with a laugh as Jon eagerly came down from his horse and jogged to her. She crashed into him and felt completely full as his lips landed on hers.

“After you left-”

“I know. I know.” She spoke quietly as she carded her fingers through his hair and drank him in with her eyes. “But there is plenty space in the North for us to be free. For us to be us.” Jon smiled as her words sunk into him.

“You mean you’ll be Princess Snow?”

“Queen Snow,” she corrected with a glint to her eye.

“Come then. We must continue our march to freedom.”

#kit harington #jon snow #game of thrones #jon snow imagine #jon snow fanfiction #jon snow one shot

[thecatwhogrins]

To Be Human

Okay so Uni has been kicking my butt lately but I managed to write this haha It’s not my best but I still hope you enjoy! 

Tengu mountain had always been off limits for Shirayuki.

Her grandma warned her to never go near, as she might be spirited away to the spirit world, never to be seen again. But to keep the gods from being angry, grandma always offered some food. As Shirayuki grew up, she watched in awe as her grandma cooked the food and placed them in small beautifully ornate bowls, before hobbling out of the house with the precious cargo in a satchel.

When she went to fetch the bowl at nightfall, nothing was ever left of the food. This cemented Shirayuki’s idea that the gods were real and so, when her grandma grew too old and could not take on this task any longer, Shirayuki carried on the tradition.

Shirayuki took this job very seriously. Every morning, after she had woken up and donned her yukata, she went to the little shrine at the entrance of the path that led up the mountain. There, she would place a bowl full of offerings for the mountain god’s spirit to relish. During the day, she would help her grandma at the tavern. She’d go back by twilight, would retrieve the empty dishes and bring them home. On her way home, she’d pick some medicinal herbs. Those were peaceful days.

One night, when Shiaryuki was about twelve years old, as her work ended later than she thought, she came to pick up the bowls wearily, smelling like sake and a hard day’s work. The tavern had been hosting more and more of the local lord’s men lately and as a result her grandparents had been obliged to close shop later and later, making it harder and harder for her to tend to the shrine like she used to. She had missed a day already, to her dismay. She hurried to the mountain, a lantern in hand.

When she arrived at the shrine she almost gasped in horror.

A boy was squatting on the ground, one of the bowls in his hand, eating its content heartily. She could see that he had eaten all of the brazed meat. From behind, she could only see that the boy wore a black kimono and a dark colored hakama. His hair was short, unruly, like a stray cat’s. She had never seen this boy before. Was he one of Lord Raji’s retainers’ children? He looked slightly too scruffy and young for that. Well, whoever he was, he had no right eating from her shrine offerings, lest he be a mountain god, which she greatly doubted.

“Ex… Excuse me, what are you doing?” she asked, he heart pounding away in her chest.

He looked up and unfolded himself from his position, bowl still in hand. He was tall, wiry, probably her age, if not a little older, and most of all very intimidating. In the dim light, she could see the amount of scars he sported, creating somewhat of a pattern, especially on his hands, the rising puckers flesh proof that the boy had been in a fair share of fights. And his eyes... Like a cat’s, feral, untamed. He blinked lazily at her, his face a composed mask.

Fear washed through Shirayuki like a wave.

“You… You cannot eat that. These are offerings to the mountain gods, if you wish I will gladly show you the way to a restaurant near here,” she explained.

As she spoke, his eyes rove over her, taking her in. Shirayuki felt nervous, on edge. No one was around for miles if she ever needed help, she’d be on her own.

“This food is a day old, it might upset your stomach,” she continued but his silence remained.

He finally broke the silence:

“Are you the one who brings offerings every day?”

“Yes, it’s me. I’ve been upholding the tradition. How did you know I bring food every day?” She asked, surprised.

He wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve recklessly and smiled.

“Because I’m the one who’s been eating the food,” he laughed good-naturedly, “Thank you, by the way, it’s very good, very tasty.”

Shirayuki bristled slightly at this comment. She was flattered that he liked her cooking but was also angry at him for the sacrilege he was committing. She was about to tell him to go away again when the sound of footsteps approached.

Some men arrived carrying lanterns, probably some of Lord Raji’s men. When Shirayuki turned around to ask the boy if he knew them, he wasn’t there anymore. All that was left was the empty bowls and the sound of cicadas in the trees.

*

At that moment Shirayuki decided to start making extra food on the side for the hungry boy. She noticed that he would usually eat all of the chicken but always left a lot of the onions. He also seemed to really appreciate the spicier pieces of food she made. So, she made more of those and set them aside in a black bowl for him every day when she went to the shrine.

*

The next time Shirayuki saw the boy, he was eating from the black bowl.

But the other offerings had also been devoured.

“Ah, the little miss. Thank you for the extra food, I am very full now,” he grinned cheekily.

Anger raced through Shirayuki’s veins as she replied:

“I made that bowl for you, but the rest is for the mountain gods!” she stomped towards where he crouched on the ground. She didn’t care that the boy was a head taller than she was or that he looked dangerous. It had been a hard day, she was tired, and he was stealing the offerings.

“Ah, but I am a mountain god,” he smiled, his hands up in defense. He had a playfulness in his grin but his eyes were also guarded. He observed her reaction, waiting.

Shirayuki stopped in her tracks for a second, puzzled.

“You expect me to believe such an obvious lie?” she asked, even more angry.

“Well, I was one,” he explains, his smile turning bitter sweet, “I was banished, and my godhood stripped because I was naughty.”

Shirayuki is suspicious of course, but also very curious. Her grandmother had raised her to see in things that were invisible to the human eye, to believe in things that were unbelievable. That was why she taught her to make the offerings to the gods.

“If you really were a god, what kind of god were you, then?” Shirayuki asked, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, her inquisitive gaze trained on him.

A wistful look took over his face, but he quickly started smirking again.

“I am a god of the winds, of the Tengu tribe!” he proudly proclaimed.

Shirayuki couldn’t contain her smile.

“I am not stupid, you know? And anyways, tengus are not gods, they’re yokai. The mountain god is a beautiful celestial being, that’s what my grandma said!” Shirayuki stated.

At these words, the boy rolled his eyes and laughed. He licked his lips and deposited the bowl back unto the platter.

“Pff, those boring show-offs? Yeah, they’re gods and they’re powerful, that’s true. But they don’t know how to have an ounce of fun, they’re all sticks in the mud.” As he said these words, the boy looked upwards with a smirk, as if he was taunting some invisible foe in the sky. Shirayuki was truly puzzled. Did this boy really believe he was a god?

“I have proof of this,” he said.

Shirayuki watched expectantly but gasped, blushed and covered her eyes with her hands once she saw that he was undoing his yukata.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

“I’m showing you my wings!” he left his chest and shoulders bare, the yukata was still tied around his waist.

He turned around and on his shoulder blades were two scars. They looked quite painful, raw, as if someone had just recently cut the boy with a rusty blade. Shirayuki gasped in stupor. Who could have done such a thing to a young boy like this? Her only consolation was that he didn’t look like he was in too much pain.

“Well anyway, I’ve been stuck in this human form for a few years now thanks to that stupid monk. If I see him again, he’s dead meat for sure,” spat the boy, retying his yukata.

Shirayuki did believe that the gods exist but she was still very sceptic of this strange boy. She decided to play along.

“Is there a way for you to return to your previous state?” she stepped closer to him.

“I must do good deeds towards humans and mean them. That’s what the monk said. But I’m not exactly sure what that means,” he said, scratching his head.

Shirayuki thought about this for a moment, then decided that if this boy was trying to do good deeds, then that would mean he isn’t all that bad.

“I’ll help you become a god again,” she said resolutely.

Obi looked shocked for a moment then chuckled.

“Why would you help me? I’ve been eating all the food you’ve been making. Shouldn’t you want me to go away?” he asked, mystified. Shirayuki approached towards him, making the stunned boy take a few steps back in surprise.

“Well, yes, you have been eating all my food, and you’ve been generally pretty rude, but you don’t seem all that bad to me. If helping you means you’ll make good deeds, I don’t mind helping,” Shirayuki explained while piling up and gathering the bowls on her platter.

She straightened up and smiled.

“So, since we haven’t properly introduced ourselves, and we are to be friends, let us do it now; my name is Shirayuki, what is yours?”

The boy didn’t answer for a moment and the silence blanketed them, the sounds of the forest taking precedence. His strange eyes seemed to assess her, but she held his eyes easily, not intimidated anymore.

“My name is Obi.”

#obiyukisoundtrack #song 1 #day 1 #ans #obiyuki

[markoftheasphodel]

Thinking about an FE4 remake causes my head to hurt so let's talk some more about the potential for Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Thracia or whatever a remake of Leif's game might be called. Not gonna discuss shipping, dismounting, whether or not healing staves can miss, reclassing, or mechanical BS here. Not today anyway. I have some other things on my mind.

Plot armor: Plot armor was introduced in FE4, but FE5 didn't really go there. One character who needs to be kept alive for a few chapters for plot reasons has a hidden mechanic to prevent them from getting KO'd and that's about it. Since EVERYONE CAN DIE!!! but some characters really shouldn't for overall Jugdral saga continuity you get things like the conversation between Leif and Finn in CH7 where the text is screaming at you not to let Finn get wasted before victory in Manster aka the end of the game. While the Archanea remakes stuck with Everyone Dies, FE15 took a completely different approach and outfitted multiple characters on each route with invisible plot armor. I am betting an FE5 remake will go the latter route.

Cutscene Chorus: One reason for all the plot armor in FE15 is that both Alm route and Celica route feature a chorus of plot-relevant characters in the cutscenes. FE2 didn't have any NPC tactician-type characters, so playable characters like Lukas, Saber, and Clive end up taking on that sort of advisory role. Leif of course has not one but two NPC tacticians in FE5, but FE5 also features cutscene dialogue conditional on character survival. Rather than omit key emotional high points because Somebody Died, I can see a remake of FE5 making use of a cutscene chorus, though more limited in scope than FE15's. I certainly hope so-- like, Selphina's a captain of knights and adores Leif and likes mentoring kiddie soldiers. Wouldn't it be nice to have her in a cutscene role, especially given what happens after Chapter 19? I'd think she might have something relevant to say about that particular fiasco.

One interesting case in FE5 is Nanna, the only character whose demise changes Leif's own character ending... and whose survival also affects the recruitment of her brother Diarmuid. It'll be interesting to see if this stays intact in a remake or if the devs decide to Protect Nanna 20XX.

Resurrection: Fire Emblem's always had permadeath but Leif's little holy war was the first game in the franchise in which death is truly irrevocable. This is hard-luck war with no magic staff or sacred springs available. I'm assuming Casual Mode is here forever (please?), so there's no need to introduce an actual resurrection mechanic to a Thracia remake, but would there be a Mila's Turnwheel sort of gimmick to help take the pressure off? 

Memory Prisms: Just do it IS this one is a no-brainer. Possibly no game in the franchise can benefit more from it given how the impact of things that happened offscreen defines Thracia.

Asymmetric supports: Ooh. So, FE3 and FE5 both included asymmetric support bonuses that indicated things like unrequited love. FE12 included some asymmetric bonuses (ex: Abel and Cain) but didn't flesh out those particular relationships with C-B-A conversations and didn't dive into some seemingly important relationships (Merric & Marth hello?) at all. FE15 also was pretty sparing with support conversations, so plot-relevant characters like Boey and Saber get one support chain apiece. FE5 utilized asymmetry a LOT: Leif supports a whole slew of characters but is supported only by Nanna. Nanna supports four characters but is supported by only Leif and Diarmuid. Glade and Selphina have an asymmetric bonus despite being married. And so on. 

Worst-case scenario? If IS remains parsimonious with supports, a remake might feature a Lord with one support conversation chain. Nanna would get two. Finn would have zero. And so on. That's irritating but it's not really out of line with previous remakes-- and if full voice acting becomes a staple, I'll bet they will indeed be parsimonious aka fiscally responsible in remakes of games that weren't smash hits in their own day. Not saying I like that but it would not surprise me.

Chatter: Critical quotes, mourning quotes, the other bits of battlefield chatter. Mourning quotes are great and need to stay; critical quotes I can take or leave (is anyone ever gonna top "Pick a god and pray"?), the taunts and encouragement and whatnot can be a distraction at times but mostly add to the charm in FE15.

Food: On the one hand it'd be nice to have various food items instead of just Stamina drinks to cure fatigue. On the other hand it was stupid to have all this tasty food lying about during a drought/famine in FE15 and it'd be equally stupid to have a bunch of cheese and apples and whatnot all over the place in Thracia. On the other other hand after finding out Zeke's secret predilection for "medicinal syrup" I kind of want to know the Thracia gang's bad habits! 

#jugdral remake speculation

[marythegizka]

Bodyswap AU - part 3 (part 1 here, part 2 there)

“What the hell is the Anthan 13 incident?” Aphra asked as they boarded the Ark Angel, a loud, resonant sound clanging inside her helmet as her head hit the cockpit’s doorframe. She made a mental note to bow a little next time.

“Nothing to concern you with. You do not have the time nor the patience to provide General Tagge with bedtime reading.”

Well, if the boss said so… she wasn’t going to object to that.

“Fine by me,” she said as she settled into the pilot’s seat – a task she soon realized took more effort than she had initially thought. It felt like trying to fit in a toddler’s chair. After a few contortions she leaned back in the seat, her two legs half-folded and squeezed against the dashboard and her shoulders sticking out on both sides of the backrest. The trip was going to be cramped.

Vader, for his part, was too busy re-enjoying the concept of leg space to even notice her struggling. Oh Force. Leg space. The notion had become rather foreign to him, and it wasn’t long before he found himself stretching to his full length and half-slumping is the copilot’s chair… until he realized Aphra had been staring and instantly sat upright, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“You may proceed with takeoff,” he instructed.

“Sure, I may. That’s still my ship,” she mumbled as she took hold of the yoke and began taking the ship out of the atmosphere. “So… where are we going?”

“We are heading for the Kuat system. Tagge will be awaiting me aboard the Executor.”

“Woohoo,” she all but yawned. “I’m dying to meet that guy. Sounds like the life of the party.”

“I was unaware of your passion for graphs and protocols.”

“Urgh… swell. And here I was afraid of getting bored.”

Aphra all but punched the coordinates into the computer and waited for the Ark Angel to respond. As soon as they’d made the jump into hyperspace, a low, prolonged growl filled the cockpit, and Aphra pricked up her ears to pinpoint the source of the noise.

“Hm. Either the hyperdrive is malfunctioning or…” she stopped as she noticed Vader’s look of embarrassment. “Or someone’s really hungry! Oh well. It’s snack time anyway. There’s some meiloorun in the food-safe,” she said, gesturing to the space underneath the control panel. “Help yourself.”

Vader took up the offer and pulled a large drawer from under the dashboard, revealing a fair supply of ration bars, two pulpy, bright orange fruits… and no small amount of Corellian ale. Now, was that really a surprise?

He picked one of the fruits and hesitantly brought it to his mouth, sinking his teeth into its sweet, watery flesh. The flavor was pleasing, the smell even more so.  A bit too rich perhaps, but Vader didn’t give the barest hint of a damn. This was real, tasty, juicy food and he wasn’t about to nibble.

Aphra did her best to ignore the fruity, saccharine scent which, somehow, only grew stronger by the second – and  that, in spite of the heavy mask her face was covered with. It was all so frustrating. She was groggy, tired and hurting, and Force was she hungry too.

“Do you… have a feeding hatch or something?” she hazarded, not really expecting the question to get her anywhere.

Vader’s eyebrows made a slight jump. This wasn’t a question he had been prepared for.

“I do not.”

Aphra hung her head slightly.

“Oh. Pity,” she said, maintaining an outward appearance of control while her whole body screamed for the food before her, its smell so pervading she could almost taste it. All she could do was look, unable to touch it, her hunger so intense it bordered on nausea.

“However,” Vader continued, “there are two tubes at the corners of your mouth. The left one is for feeding. Just… take a sip.”

Aphra began fumbling awkwardly for the straw. She would have been a sight to see, had the mask not been in the way. After making a few faces, she got a hold of the nozzle, took a swig… and winced at the taste.

“And you call that food?!” she exclaimed, surprised she had managed not to spit it all out.

Vader shrugged.

“You may have injections if you so desire. Occasional oral feeding remains required to prevent complications.”

“Hm… okay.” She leaned against the headrest and closed her eyes in an attempt to ease the headache that was building up. “No offense but your life feels like a hangover.”

“I trust your expertise in that field,” Vader said, casting a brief, yet telling glance at the bottles in the food safe.

“Well, thanks…” she grumbled, too tired to bother thinking of a comeback. She didn't elaborate on all the other discomforts that came with being trapped in Vader’s body, from that stiffness in her neck to that dull ache in her chest and in the middle of her limbs, to her skin that felt too thin in some places, too thick in others, and somewhat over-stretched each time she tried to move. In short, things could have been better. And all she wanted to do was sleep. Thankfully, the ability had not eluded her – she was still Aphra, after all. A loud, deep yawn escaped her mouth; the sounds began mingling and fading in the background, the incessant throbbing of her temples her only lullaby as she drifted off to sleep.

Aphra jerked awake and straightened up in her seat. She didn’t know how long she had been out; it had felt like a blink. The headache had not lessened a bit and the sight of the vortex outside the Ark Angel was already starting to make her feel dizzy. Before she got a chance to bring up the question of their whereabouts, the ship came out of hyperspace, emerging right in front of an imperial flotilla.

Her gaze was quickly caught by the gigantic, spear-shaped ship docked to the impressive scaffold in front of them, fighters and haulers swarming around it like a hive fussing around its queen.

“Holy k… I mean, most impressive,” she said, drawling her words a little. 

“Indeed. And that is why I suggest you signal our position before…” he was cut short as Aphra suddenly swerved downwards, narrowly avoiding the torpedo that exploded inches away from the canopy. It had been an instinctual move – she hadn’t seen it coming – but she somehow doubted her ability to pull off that stunt again. Two TIEs darted their way on what she could have sworn was a near-collision course, and Aphra swerved right to dodge a salvo, flying the ship with one hand as she reached for the ship’s comm system.

“Stop shooting!” she yelled as she pressed the button. The mere sound of her voice seemed to freeze the whole scene. At first she was only met with eerie silence, the sizzle of the line and a stunned sense of fear – hers and theirs alike. Both TIEs stopped firing and flew past them in a beeline, carrying on their paths as if the two pilots had suddenly dropped dead. A few more seconds passed, loaded with dread and discomfort, then an officer’s face appeared on the holo. The man visibly gulped upon meeting her eye, opened his mouth as if to speak, and immediately closed it to gulp again.

“I presume you have an explanation for this?” she finally asked.

“I am truly sorry my Lord, we did not recognize your transponder codes and we assumed…”

“You assumed wrong,” she cut him short. “Have two TIEs escort us to the main hangar. I trust that is within your skillset?” she added with a hint of sarcasm.

“Y-Yes, my lord,” the man stuttered, “I’ll be sending them immediately.”

Aphra ended the call and turned to Vader, nervous and yet eager to assess her performance.

“How was I?”

“Lenient.”

>part 4

#long post #vadaphra #my fics #bodyswap AU #hope it wasn't too boring #i cut the end of the chapter because it was downright unpostable #i'll try to post it by the end of the summer #but now i'm going to sleeeeeeeeeep #have a good night everyone!

[aly-the-writer]

♦ Introducing their romantic interest (or best friend) to a food specific to their home planet. Tusin/Theron and Dak/Aydin

Alrighty, posting Tusin’s and Theron’s separately just because. (It’s going in my queue, will show up on tumblr sometime but it’s already up on Ao3 now.)

So here we have Dak and Aydin on vacation on Rishi.

Dak was stretched out on the beachunder an umbrella. The pirates that might’ve usually hassled the short, paleskinned Zabrak had decided that anyone carrying a lightsaber (let alone two)wasn’t worth their effort.

Aydin loved Rishi, he always had –Raider’s Cove was home in a way that Nar Shaddaa and Dromund Kaas had neverbeen. Even with his parents and most their crew gone (the Nova Blades had beenquick to drive out the remnants of the rival gang when his parents’ ships hadbeen destroyed) this place was still home. Plus he was really enjoying visitingit with his boyfriend.

Dak had ditched his usual clothesin favor for lighter clothes – or specifically a pair of bright blueswim-trunks. Since he wasn’t looking as red as Lord Scourge he must’ve put onsome sort of sun protection. A number of scars were visible – wounds from hisrole as a warrior of the Republic. He knew the stories for most of them.

Away from the battlefield Aydinadored the way that Dak’s skin showed very bruise. It meant that the love biteshe’d left the night before were readily visible (on his own green skins bruiseslooked brown-black, not nearly as attractive) – a point of pride for theMirialan as he carried over the drinks and a basket of food.

Crossing his legs on the blanket hekicked his own shoes off, to relax.

“Why haven’t we done this before?”Dak asked, cracking open one of his bright green eyes to watch Aydin settle beforesitting up.

“We both have a compulsive need tostop idiots from destroying planets in their attempts to upset the order of theuniverse,” Aydin pointed out, leaning over to kiss the other man.

“We should really stop doing thatsometime,” the Zabrak was sitting up more comfortably now – accepting his drinkfrom Aydin and sipping on it as he studied the basket of various fried andbreaded items.

“Lunch,” Aydin grinned picking outone of the objects with a pair of chopsticks and holding it to Dak’s lips. “Youtrust me don’t you?”

“Sometimes,” the Jedi replied butobediently ate the piece anyways. A slightly puzzled expression crossing his faceas he considered what he was tasting. The breading itself was tasty – a littlesalty and with a slight bite to it that gave it a bit of spice – while the meatwas more delicate, but it wasn’t something he could place.

Aydin meanwhile was grinning as heate his own.

“Okay, that was good but what areyou feeding me – and it better not have been sentient.”

“Hey now, unlike you, I was never aRed Hulls!” the spy gasped, placing a hand over his heart. (Never mind he’dnever even heard of the Red Hullsuntil one of the Rishii had mistaken his boyfriend for one of the supposedlycannibalistic pirates.) His red eyes playful as he answered the question: “Alsoit’s mud crab – the locals catch the smaller ones for food. The red breadingare spicy grophet nuggets and the lighter brown ones are tronitran.”

Dak snorted, before reaching overto try one of the grophet nuggets, humming appreciatively. It was always niceto have someone who knew the cuisine pick out what to eat.

“Although it’d be hard for you todeny your appetite for sentient fleshafter last night,” Aydin added, timing the comment for while Dak had his mouth fullso when the Jedi laughed he choked, coughed, and gave him a scowl with wateringeyes before punching him lightly in the arm.

“Dick.”

“Exactly.”

#prompt meme #Dak Izma #Aydin Olasee #Rishi vacation