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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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Misc Marvel Fic Recs (Part 4)

Somewhere between hello and goodbye by buries and ohstars

"I think…" The radio crackles as if he’s clearing his throat. "We don’t want you to be alone anymore."

Pressing her lips together, Wanda swallows thickly. She clears her throat, hoping to find the words she needs to try and dissuade him from following this line of thought. She knows where it leads. She thinks she’s been sensing him following that path since he’d tried to get her to pass the borders of her property and take a thin dirt road leading her to somewhere else. Somewhere beyond her missing them.

"I think you should go," Billy says quietly. "Tommy does, too. But I think you should go somewhere louder. It’s too quiet here, Mom."

"I’m fine, Billy," she says with a light laugh, the sound coming out hollow and fake.

The radio’s static sounds like he’s shaking his head. "No, Mom," he says gently, "you’re not."

Wanda remains quiet. She cannot go where he cannot follow.

"I’ll come with you," he says as if he'd read her mind. He laughs warmly, "Family is forever."

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In the aftermath of Westview, Wanda struggles with the loss of her family. Billy takes it upon himself to try and help his mom move forward… even if that means she leaves him behind.

A slice of life by capstar98

A day in the life of Peter Parker as he navigates Central Park, takes down villains with dumb costumes, and eats hot dogs. And of course, how everything goes wrong along the way. Hopefully, he'll at least get some pie at the end.

Can we go back to the world we had (I don’t belong here) by good_bones

It’s been eleven days since the multiverse villains faded into sunlight nothingness. Eleven days since this universe forgot that Peter Parker ever existed. Eleven days since the Statue of Liberty. Eleven days since Peters 2 and 3 got stuck in this universe.

Peter just wants to go home. This isn’t home.

(Peters 2 and 3 get stuck in Peter 1’s universe when Strange sends everyone else back. Peter 2 has to navigate a grieving kid, an angry vigilante, and an unfamiliar universe that doesn’t remember them, all while trying to understand the Multiverse before it destroys him.)

In the years that follow by goldenhand9107

After Matt defeats Fisk (for the second time), life goes on.

With a couple of speed bumps along the way.

Our lives lead other lives by riko

"Those things Billy's learned to bundle up tightly, keep compact and hidden so far down that even he forgets they're there sometimes. The gay thing is one. The being bullied at school is another. Now the spellcasting, shooting lightning from his fingertips, and fighting evil are rounding out the roster."

Sam deserves better than these assholes by lazulisong and verity

The screen blipped and the person reappeared, now clutching a large Ragdoll cat who was purring even as the human muffled another scream in it's fur. "Omigod. Omigod. I'm calm. I'm calm. GUYS. So you remember how I said I hoped you'd send in reaction vids to the hairstyle tutorials? I think Captain America just sent me one, oh my fucking God." They squeezed the cat tightly enough that it let out a mildly protesting squeak. "OH GOD, Roadkill, I'm so sorry, Mommy's so excited right now." They let go of the cat and it sort of flowed into a puddle between them and the camera. "Okay. Okay. Roll video."

Sam paused the video long enough to break out the ginger ale and vodka.

A Star shaped hole in the multiverse by dandelioness666

“But then I think,” Wanda continues, softly. “She’s just a girl. A lost, lonely girl. What parent loves her? Who would I be hurting, by taking her power and her life?” She pauses. “Stephen. What do you think I’ve been doing all this time?”

“Well, for a moment there I thought you’d been chasing this poor girl across the multiverse like a homicidal maniac,” Stephen says.

“No. I have been researching,” she says, eyes steely. “I will find a way to bring back my boys with no commensurate loss. No more sacrifice. I am done cutting deals with the universe.”

What If… Multiverse of Madness actually wrote the characters of Wanda and America coherently?

An anger-fueled rewrite of the entire movie feat. an author who actually watched wandavision and wholesome family bonding and America being her comics-canon badass self

Out of time (and space) by toocleverfox

Tommy blinked, still stuck on the first thing Billy had suggested. “I followed exactly none of what you just said.” Billy sighed and ran a hand over his face. Slowly, as if someone like Tommy needed anything explained slowly, he said, “You, Tommy Shepherd, can warp time.”

When Tommy wakes up seven years in the past, the first person he goes to for help is Billy because, whenever something goes wrong, all signs usually point to his twin. Except, Billy is fourteen years old with no powers. And he doesn’t know who Tommy is.

And we’ll never be lonely anymore by traincat

"The world just looks different once you've settled down," Johnny said loftily.

"Johnny," Sue said. "You're FaceTiming me from your husband's aunt's kitchen in your pajamas at 2PM."

Dibs not by aloneintherain

Inspired by anon: 'AU where the airport fight ends in a minor debate over who has to take Peter home b/c he's literally too young to fly unaccompanied without fuckloads of paperwork.'

The Angel of Hell's Kitchen by violentlypan

Foggy Nelson only knows three things about his powers:

- He can fly.

- He's using them to help people. And most importantly:

- He can never, ever tell Matt.

#mads posts #fic recs #fic rec list #marvel fic recs #marvel fic rec list

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pashterlengkap · 1 year

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She has one thing to say: RuPaul works the mall like it’s 1993

RuPaul’s Drag Race is sprinting to the end of Season 15 in 8-inch Louboutin platform heels, as Mother herself prepares to crown “America’s next drag superstar.” The big finish airs on April 15 on MTV. Prepare for sequins. As part of the show’s new network launch — after years with LOGO and then VH-1 — MTV unearthed and shared a 1990’s New York time capsule featuring the then-newly anointed Queen of Drag interviewed by MTV News reporter Alison Stewart. --- Related Stories Music Premiere: Queer-fronted synth-pop band Ghost Love’s latest single “Iconic” The band share some of the influences that have shaped their musical DNA. --- The pair go shopping. RuPaul towers over Stewart as the two roll into an unidentified Tri-State area mall, with the diminutive journalist bundled up in a hot pink wool jacket and skirt against below-freezing temps outside, while Ru is all legs in red hot pants and cinched tight up top in a low-cut white silk bodice. “You better shop!” she announces at their arrival. The year is 1993, just after RuPaul broke out with her dance club anthem Supermodel (You Better Work). She couldn’t have been hotter. And neither could drag. By the end of the Reagan/Bush era, years of protest demanding government accountability over the AIDS crisis inspired the LGBTQ+ community to greater visibility, and drag went public like never before. Wigstock exploded every summer on New York’s Lower East Side, featuring drag legends like Lady Bunny, Jackie Beat, and Lypsinka. Deee-Lite, the B-52’s, Madonna’s Erotica, and house music were the soundtrack at clubs, along with RuPaul’s hymn to work, looks, more work and models (“Linda! Naomi! Christy! Cindy!”). In Harlem, Paris was burning. Like a 6’5″ and Black Horatio Alger, the Queen of Drag shares the same “up from your bootstraps” message in Supermodel that she’s hawking today. “You better work!” she advises her soon-to-be subjects, “‘Cause everything looks good on you!” In the back of a white stretch limo, Stewart asks Ru about her pre-shopping look. “It’s Uptown,” says the drag star, draped in a faux-fur leopard coat, with a bottle-blonde up-do. In fact, Ru was working the signature hairstyle of then recently-divorced Ivana Trump, found on so many New York tabloid covers in the early ’90s after her split with the future president. “Sort of Uptown call girl,” she says laughing. A hypnotizing pair of white earrings add a stylish nod to Wigstock, where Ru would perform the next summer and be immortalized in Wigstock: The Movie. “More than just what I’m wearing, it’s actually more of an attitude,” RuPaul opines. “It’s like, ‘You’re all welcome to party, come on in.'” She adds: “Everybody is a drag queen. I mean you’re born naked, and the rest is drag.” “In fact, every pop star is. Madonna, Garth Brooks, Flavor Flav. Everybody is in drag.” Stewart asks Ru if Middle America is ready for her. “You know what? America is ready for me, and they kind of have to be ready for me. I mean, what I am is, I’m a result of a change that’s happening. If they don’t get me, the change is still gonna happen, with or without me.” “I have one thing to say!” she teases a crowd of teens at a Sam Goody record store, as she buys a cassette tape of her hit single. At the food court, the Mother of all drag queens imparts a message familiar to her future drag children. “Learn how to love yourself, no matter what. And once you do love yourself, you don’t have to be putting nobody else down.” “Everybody say love!” Stewart asks the future Drag Race creator and star, “What’s your next big challenge?” “My next big challenge,” shouts a wild-eyed Ru, like a drag oracle, “is world domination!“ The Drag Race Grand Finale tapes live at the Theatre at the Ace Hotel in Los Angeles. Get tickets if you can. http://dlvr.it/SlWKsM

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splashsgenerators · 2 years

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idk if this was suggested before but id love to see different hairstyles and manes added! they will be able to have multiple colors and patterns!! like for example if a cat got emo hair it could be plain OR its tips can be colored etc!! would be really cool! other ideas would be crooked jaws, different ear shapes (curled, folded, long, etc), extra fur options (long fur, short fur, fluffy tail etc, ear tufts included), paralyzed cats, burn scars and exposed claws!! :D

i can definitely try with this! :D

different ear shapes have definitely been in the to-do for a while it’s just been a little more difficult to do than i expected

some of the stuff, im going to have to figure out a way to do it which isn’t hard but just inconvenient, for example exposed claws, i tried to make it before - but i realized that you could get floating claws because some cats can have missing legs, i can still do it, it’s just going to take a bit longer than normal

the same issue with the hairless cats in the last ask is kinda the same issue with the fur types,where since it chooses randomly for everything, including the lineart i don’t really know how to make it so it will be all hairless/long fur/etc instead of random fur types across the body

#ask #1/2 #(i think i should've made the art for the generator lineless because that might've fixed like.. half of my problems here)#(hair could be fun though but i kinda suck at drawing it so we will see where that goes!)

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ct-multifandom · 2 years

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Caprikid Theory

Whoa, part three after all these years? Executive dysfunction has been kicking my butt, but lately I’ve started getting paranoid that these hero episodes are actually getting closer and closer, so that motivated me to sit down and write this. Below are links to the Minotaurox and Coq Courage theories respectively. Only one left after this.

https://ct-multifandom.tumblr.com/post/656811441319526400/minotaurox-theory

https://ct-multifandom.tumblr.com/post/656909625308938240/coq-courage-theory

As usual, the first question is: what inspired this hero? The most obvious hint would be the name of the goat kwami, Ziggy. Their name is a reference to Ziggy Stardust, one of David Bowie’s characters/personas. What does that have to do with goats? I don’t know. But I think it’ll at least show in his design.

Here are Alladin Sane and Ziggy Stardust, two of Bowie’s most famous characters. At first, when I saw Caprikid’s silhouette I was a bit confused by how round? I guess? His head was, like there’s no indication of hair texture and it almost looks like he’s wearing a helmet. Then, I realized that without his little hair poof thing, his head is pretty round anyways. I think the hairstyle he has as a superhero might be similar to Bowie’s typical haircut.

Also, I’ve seen people theorize that he might have long hair because that fur or whatever on his chest looks like it might be long hair behind him, but that’s impossible because they can’t animate long hair well in scenes with a lot of movement. For example, when Juleka moves around, her hair behaves in a really stiff and unrealistic way, and all the other superheroes have short hair or their hair put up for this reason. The miraculous itself are hair clips, after all.

I also feel like he might have makeup/face paint instead of a mask to mix things up and represent a glam rock influence, but maybe I’m getting into What I Would Do territory. The last part of his design I’ll talk about are his hands. At first, I thought he was holding his hand over his tool and had some sort of fur on his wrist, but now I realize that if he’s holding the tool from underneath that could just be his thumb and the pole’s shape.

Here’s Reverser concept art which shows how round his head is. More importantly, I’m not giving up on deriving possible hero powers from villain powers because even if there’s no obvious surface level connection or polar opposite theme, just about all of them still have something there.

When theorizing, I tried starting with traits associated with goats. Earlier this year, my idea for the goat power was something related to telekinesis, and the best word I could come up with was “assertion” which fits with goats. My idea was inspired by the theory that his tool is a shepherd’s cane, which would just be super neat, but also the goat on the zodiac is sometimes represented by a sheep or ram, and considering that the clips are shaped like ram horns, not goat horns, I don’t think this is too far of a stretch.

My more recent idea is something related to balance, something goats are really good at. The best word I could come up with for this is “moderation”, maybe “mediation”. I’m not thinking physical balance, but metaphorical. Kind of like how the monkey uses the power of derision to mess up everything around them, this power would be used to “balance” out blatantly unfair situations or strong emotions. I like this idea because it plays well into Reverser and Marc’s development (if you can even call 15 seconds of screen time that) since.

Reverser sees the world in “black and white”, hence his monokuma-like coloration. If he doesn’t like something about someone, he forces them to be the polar opposite. Afterwards, Marc realizes that things are more complicated than that, and that “babe, you’re really not looking like the idealized version of you I have in my head rn” isn’t a valid motive to threaten the city with trash missiles.

I think the goat power being the opposite of Reverser’s power, as in finding a grey area, would be a good continuation of this theme. I think the goat color scheme also being black and white could support this connection because whenever all the miraculous or kwamis are represented by one color, the goat is grey, and the black and white on Ziggy and the clips are more mixed together and balanced rather than one side vs the other.

I think the last thing I’ll talk about is the tool. I’ve seen a lot of people guess that it’s a brush of some sort that functions similarly to Furious Fu’s calligraphy brush. Honestly, I’m not a huge fan of this idea because, once again, it’s already been done, and also that thing is huge. Like imagine trying to paint with such a giant brush. Not efficient. I think this theory originated when Nath was the most common candidate for the goat, but it doesn’t make sense to me.

My first reaction to the tool was that that “brush” shape was a decorative back end on it, and that Caprikid was holding it tilted down, not up, making the head of the tool cut out of the silhouette to avoid spoilers. The “brush” on the tail end actually kind of reminds me of Ziggy’s tail now that I think about it. I mentioned earlier that I like the shepherd’s cane theory a lot, and I don’t have much outside of that, but if it’s not a hooked cane then I hope it’s something unique and imaginative because three other users already have staffs/canes as their tools. I think the cane would check out with the pattern of hero tools typically not being actual weapons, but things that could be used in a fun way in a fight to move around and act defensively.

Side note: I’m expelling this from my drafts for obvious reasons (paranoid about him just showing up unannounced) and will start on the last post, Traquemoiselle’s, in 3-50 business days. Happy less-than-two-hours until Ephemeral.

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prof-peach · 4 years

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My first parter, Fluffy has recently evolved into a Lopunny. As a Buneary, he was timid and friendly. Although now that he evolved, he's been acting different. He's more serious and protective of me and my other pokemon. He's still friendly but he tries to stay near me/his close pokemon friends. I noticed that he doesn't seem to be comfortable in his body anymore. When we go out, some people automatically assume Fluffy is a girl and it bothers him. Do you have any ideas of how I could help him?

Well have you tried to groom them differently? We humans have a different notion of gender than Pokemon, but we can impart unhealthy assumptions onto them without even realising it. I don’t think it would have been any one thing or person in particular, Pokemon who grow up around humans will become very aware of our society, how we view things, and the huge range of opinions that humans have, and gender is one of those topics that folks get real tangled up into.

For the record, other people’s opinions of your Pokemon’s gender should not mean a thing, but it shows a valuable glimpse into Fluffy’s headspace, he knows the typical constructs of how humans view gender, they’re conflicting with his own Pokemon views, and he’s become uncomfortable with himself. Do not take this lightly, ones sense of self is very important, be you human or Pokemon, and Lopunny are quite a prideful species.

Take this advice with a pinch of salt, When I say ‘masculine or ‘feminine’ I’m referring to the stereotypes thrown at us in the media, not my own personal opinions or views.

With lopunny they have a curvatious form, and this will always give people connotations of femininity, if they want to be more typically masculine, you could try getting them a really cool jacket. This needs to be a good fit, so may need tailoring, but you’re trying to buy or make something that broadens the shoulders, try to get them to match in to the hips, and try not to go for something heavily fitted, this can square off the body shape and give a notion of a more typically masculine form.

Clothing is not for every Pokemon, some don’t like it, some do, and if yours doesn’t enjoy it, you can always sheer their fluff into cool styles, to give an edgier look or more formal appearance. The arms, eyebrows, and ears all have that cream fur you can really go to town on. Some like it to be short, some leave it natural and it comes out cloud shaped and full of volume, you can braid it, even use ties on the ears to give hairstyle impressions. It can be a lot of fun to play with this all, gender is a weird construct and everyone, human and Pokemon alike should have the freedom to wear, and do whatever they like to feel comfortable in their body. Giving your Pokemon a sense of style, some pride in their appearance, is a very good first step to them becoming more settled with who they are. Support them, be patient, and if someone keeps misgendering them, speak up. They’re your buddy, and you fight battles together, even social ones.

#pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks

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couldyouspeakmyname · 3 years

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OK I HAVE A BEASTARS OC AND I AM GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT: (you don’t have to answer if you don’t feel like it, kind of just dumping information for myself and maybe you to share with other people /gen )

(Template made by Mandy on Amino, go check them out :) )

Also, I tried to make this so that there was other canon character, but I realized that I had so many oc’s I might as well make a new kind of universe following the beastars world-building stuff

So basically a fancy furry world but the world-building is based on Beastars

I apologize in advance for the spelling (I didn’t check/edit this :p) and also the long form (I like details lol)

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Cecelia Aksha Brown

Pronunciation: Cecelia (s-E-s-e-l-E-a) Aksha (pronounced how it’s spelled) Brown (B-r-ow-n)

Nickname(s) or Alias: Blind One (Given by Doctor Cato, her doctor), Lead vocalist of Athaza (Given by fans), Cece (Given by Naomi, a friend), Dead Legs (Given by Emily, the lead vocalist in the rival band)

Band Name: Athaza

Reason for band name: Cece originally wanted to name her band based off of a phobia she had, so she searched up her greatest fear (the fear of being forgetting, being forgotten, ignored, and/or replaced) and found out that the world was Athazagoraphobia. And that was like a really, really long word (both for her and me, the author, to write down) so she chose to shorten it to Athaza.

Gender: female

Species: Black Tiger

Age: 28

Birthday: September 1st

Sexuality: pansexual, poly, asexual

Religion: Atheist

City or town of birth: Belgum

Currently lives: Belgum (although she hardly even goes home, with her work being on the move and all, it is hard for her to get a break and relax in her own home.)

Languages spoken: Japanese

Native language: English

Relationship Status: single and happy about it (she doesn’t have time for a relationship when she is always on the move, and with her job, she just won’t have time to take care of someone else when she can barely take care of herself)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: body length is 4’5, shoulder height is 31 inches, tail length is 24 inches

Weight: 220

Figure/build: she is very small and tiny for a tiger (being the smallest measurements that a tiger can be at). Her eyes tend to be more rounded and bigger then most tiger’s.

Hair color: she dyed her hair a split dye, half a dark and almost dusty blue and the other half black (left half dusty blue and right half black)

Hairstyle: ummm, idk how to describe it but like the Levi styled hair

Facial Hairstyle: N/A

Eye color: electric blue

Skin/fur/etc color: she has a white base color with black stripes, ears, shape on chest that looks like a broken heart, and tail-tip

Tattoos: she has the words “heaven“ written on her knee, and a tongue piercing of a pentagram

Piercings: double piercings and a tongue piecing in the middle of the pentagram

Scars/distinguishing marks: she has a long light pink scar running up the left side of her leg (and she still can’t walk that good on her last leg, causing her to limp), and her right eye has a long scar running down it and she is blinded on that side

Preferred style of clothing: alternative

Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: lots of silver rings

HEALTH

Smoker?Drinker?Recreational Drug User? Which?Addictions: N/A (she doesn’t have any addictions, although she might drink from time-to-time. She doesn’t mind other people doing those things around her)

Allergies: pollen

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: she can never walk on her left leg again and she is half blind in her right eye

Any medication regularly taken: N/A

PERSONALITY

Personality: funny, smart, protective, loyal, patient, clumsy, fearful, childish, disorganized, and forgetful

Likes: flowers, bee’s, singing, and playing Instruments

Dislikes: arguments, spoiled brats, discrimination (as she should), and sour foods (she has a sweet tooth)

Fears/phobias: Athazagoraphobia

Favorite color: gray, black, dark purple, brown

Hobbies: singing to music, listening to music, picking flowers

Taste in music: she is the lead vocalist to a scream rock band, however, she likes listening folk music more

SKILLS

Talents/skills: she can sing well and learn instruments quickly

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: she can drive a care and that is pretty much it (although she doesn’t usually need to drive a car since her band is on tour 99% of the time and they have a driver to take them places)

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): carnivore

Favourite food(s): steak

Favorite drink(s): Monster Energy and coffee

Disliked food(s): insects

Disliked drink(s): tea

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character's house/home: she has a pretty large home, the house is hidden deep in the forest and is mostly covered by the tree’s.

Do they share their home with anyone? Who?: She shares the house with he rest of her band

Significant/special belongings: a picture of her parents

CAREER

Level of education: high

Qualifications: singer

Current job title and description: lead vocalist in band

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude?: peaceful, she hates getting into fights with people

Fighting skills/techniques: she has her claws and her teeth (also carries a taser, just in case,)

Special skills/magical powers/etc: N/A

Weapon of choice (if any): taser

Weaknesses in combat: she is very slow and not skilled in combat

Strengths in combat: she is impulsive and that usually benefits her

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: Chanda (Mother), Sarendar (Father)

Are parents alive or dead?: dead (died by some unknown prisoners killing them in jail)

Partner/Spouse: N/A

Children: she can barely take care of herself, what makes you think she can take care of a living, breathing, child that does nothing but cry?

Best Friend: Galen (best friend, convinced her to start the band, drum player in band), Naomi (enemies turned friends, joined the band shortly after it formed, lead guitarist)

Other Important Friends: Khalo (band member, back up vocalist), Futun (band member, second drum player), Bilwa (band member, any other position that needs to be filled in),

Acquaintances: Davi (driver for the band), Doctor Cato (his doctor for years)

Pets: Root (a yellow tabby cat)

Enemies?: Emily

Why are they enemies?: they are in rival band‘s, and also Emily makes fun of Cece for being half blind and having a limp

BACKSTORY

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10):

She had a normal childhood (as normal as a main character’s childhood can get that is). Her parents nearly forced her to join their religion but Cece refused. Soon they argued almost every day, some days is was about grades, some days it was about religion, while others it was about her sexuality.

Describe their teenage years (11 - 19):

The arguments got so bad that she couldn’t bare it any longer, the moment she turned eighteen she ran away from her parents house and went to her friends house (Galen). Soon the two of them formed a band.

Describe their adult:

Once the band got kind of popular, she was living her best life. So she chose to forgive her parents for what they did to her. She went over to their house for Thanksgiving, her parents asked if she could spend the night. Cede was happy to (seeing how she didn’t see her parents in so many years). While Cece was sleeping her Mother got some water and boiled it, adding some sugar and waitI got 15 minutes for it to cook. Once it was done, her Mother poured the boiling water on her own daughter. Cece screamed from the pain, once her Father heard her screams he rushed into her room and called 911. Cece was admitted into the hospital with burns across her legs, arms, and face. The sugar made the burns extra hard to get off and Cece spent multiple weeks in the hospital. Her Father was found guilty of letting her Mother attempt to murder Cece and Cece’s Mother was found guilty of attempting to kill her own daughter. They both got time in jail together, in the jail cell every prison found out what they did and some unknown prisoners beat up Cece’s mother and Father. Cece was left with a blinded eyes and a leg that was doomed to never work the rest of her life

That sounds fun!! I'm assuming it's kind of an AU then?

Also, it's a real shame more characters in Beastars don't dye their fur. It could be fun, but then again...it'd be difficult?

-Maeve

#long post #sorry I can't put this under cut #I love ocs though #this could be fun to do but it's not exactly the kind of format I personally like for my ocs #but it's a nice general one!!#tongue piercing's are fun #I want one...and a lip piercing...#I also want more in my ears #I just want to be a metal detectors worst nightmare tbh

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rena-rain · 4 years

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Miraculous Holders’ Costumes - RANKED

#1 - Dragon Bug

Dragon Bug’s design is the freaking epitome of asymetrical balance. Everything about this suit is both smooth and sharp. The curving stripes and spots give the impression of fire licking up her body, same with the flame-shaped horns in her hair. You can hardly go wrong with black, red, and gold. The upward-pointing hair accessories reflect her downward-pointing pigtails, adding more subtle balance, and I love the details on her mask.

#2 - Rena Rouge

This design really suits Alya. The shape of the white front is both slimming and compliments her curves, and the black accents at her extremities are an excellent counterbalance to the white and orange. Also something about the coattails just completes Rena Rouge’s look! It’s the right shape too, because fox tails are on the bushier side, unlike cats and mice.

#3 - Chat Noir

Chat Noir’s costume can be described as “black cat meets knight in shining armor but modern.” Let’s go from the head down. The change in hairstyle balances out his cat ears. His blond hair, green eyes, and gold bell are beautiful contrasts to the black suit, which has a subtle texture to the fabric. There are visible seams over his shoulders, arms, and torso that add visual interest to the design and makes his suit resemble armor - even more so with his boots and gauntlets. Those details are fantastic because black is extremely slimming and they give some emphasis to his shape. Between the ears, eyes, bell, claws, and tail, you could never mistake his aesthetic as anything but catlike.

#4 - Hawk Moth

Do not tell me Hawk Moth’s costume isn’t sleek as hell. The monochrome works for him, the suit pairs well with his weapon being a staff, the overhead silver helmet-mask gives him a great villainous feel, and every pointy detail gives a sense of evil butterflies. I love that his miraculous is the focal point of his outfit, the light color contrast really draws the eye.

#5 - Snake Noir

They definitely combined the best elements of the Chat costume and Aspik costume for Snake Noir. In a word, you can describe his design as “lithe.” The cyan pairs well with the green, especially because there’s a Chat Noir-green diamond on his chest. The snake elements are a bit subtler, with his head smooth, the design tapering down his body, the fangs on his mask, the scale texture on his suit and the lines running down his arms. It’s cohesive, elegant, and stark.

#6 - Bunnix

I think Bunnix is meant to resemble a snowshoe hare. They didn’t give her a tail, but I think that’s what the little rounded ball accents are supposed to represent. The markings are bold and evenly distributed, making her look balanced and symmetrical. She actually has a vague vintage feel to her design: the white torso is reminiscent of a corset, which goes with the gloves, boots, and umbrella/parasol. Like Chat Noir, Alix’s hair makes a great contrast with the light blue and white. Also POCKETS.

#7 - Carapace

I love how much Carapce emulates a turtle. His hood and cowl are shaped like a turtle beak and also hide his face, serving both to protect his identity and give the impression he can physically retreat into his costume. His shield looks like a shell, the designs on his hood look like common markings on turtles’ heads, and he has a tortoiseshell pattern on his chest and shield. Like Chat Noir, the lines of his suit give his arms and legs visual interest.

#8 - Queen Bee

As much as I personally dislike the color yellow, Queen Bee’s costume has a straightforward elegance about it. Obviously the black and yellow stripes resemble a bumble bee but they’re also good for Chloe’s slender body type.. The black “neckline” and “gloves” are regal in flavor, suiting her moniker. You get a distinct bee impression from the sharpness of her stripes (a reminder of her stinging power), the black swirl around her hair, and the antennae-like hair ribbon.

#9 - Multimouse

Multimouse is another example of a well-balanced and symmetrical design. It uses the reliable faux gloves and boots design with colors that go well together. Her buns and jump rope look like mouse ears and a tail. I have a suspicion the animators came up with it to easily combine with other miraculous powers, mainly by changing the color of the pink stripes post-unification. Overall, this costume is very cute. I won’t go over every permutation of the multimice combos since very little changes other than color.

#10 - Lady Noire

Overall, Lady Noire’s suit is minimalist and elegant in a sharp, modern kind of way. Black is naturally slimming, and Marinette is already very slim, so the horizontal green accents help emphasize her curves. I don’t love the green lining of her ears, but I suppose that keeps the design consistent. I’m absolutely in love with Lady Noire’s braid (and I’d be remiss not to take the chance to point out this is the only time we see her hair properly black instead of blue). Her suit has a completely smooth texture, unlike both her Ladybug suit and Chat Noir’s, which I found odd and does’t do her petite frame any favors.

#11 - Mr. Bug

I’m glad they gave Mr. Bug black panels on his sides. The full-cover spots of Ladybug is fine for Marinette, but Adrien has a bigger frame and it would just look ostentatious on him. This design emphasizes his shoulders and slims him down a bit. He actually looks like a football player (American football, don’t @ me about this). He ranks just below Lady Noire because of the hair.

#12 - Aspik

OMG what a cutie pie. I can’t not say it - he looks like he’s wearing a corset in the left pic. Not a good or bad thing, I’m just saying. Look at this cutie pie! Aspik actually looks more snake-like than Viperion, imo: the design is sleeker and he’s got the diamonds over his head, that’s a nice touch. The snake scale pattern is a great detail. I had to step outside my own bias with this one because snakes really freak me out and so does Adrien without hair.

#13 - Jade Turtle

He’s less turtle-y than Carapace, but I was pretty happy with the Jade Turtle costume. The Asian style obviously suits him, and it makes sense because he was originally from China, while many of the others would be more used to Western clothing at a young age. Fu has a tortoise-shell pattern on his hat and shoulder guards and his shoes look like turtle feet. However, His chest plate deviates from the turtle theme

#14 - Viperion

My favorite parts of Viperion’s costume are his mask with the little snake fangs and the scale texture of the suit.As I mentioned above, it’s less snakey than Aspik’s. The lines suit his shape pretty well, but don’t taper down his body in the way a snake slims from chest to tail. I just feel like something’s missing from the outfit as a whole.

#15 - Ladybug

There’s just...nothing all that special about Ladybug’s costume. The red and black do suit Marinette’s pink coloring and dark hair, and contrast with her blue eyes. The bright color and pattern emphasize Marinette’s curves pretty well and make her look a little bigger than her slim stature. All that said, the suit is both busy and plain somehow.

16 - Pegasus

While I do love the hair, something about Pegasus’ costume is both too subtle and too over-the-top somehow at the same time. He has a lot of bells and whistles, though I suppose it’s supposed to look similar to horse tack. The winged shoes seem completely out of place. It’s not that I think he looks bad, but he doesn’t look particularly cool either.

#17 - Mayura

The one sin of Mayura’s outfit is the giant slit up the skirt, but kwamis is it a sin. The colors all go together and the headpiece matches the hem, and it has a distinct cold-weather theme going on with the boots, fur collar and cuffs, and full coverage design. That gets negated by the slit, which exposes nearly all of her legs, something that works far better for a summer evening dress.

#18 - King Monkey/Roi Singe

I’ve tried to figure out what it is about King Monkey’s costume that looks less than optimal, and I’m pretty sure it’s that it isn’t balanced well. He has large gloves, and elaborate crown and hairstyle, a thick collar, and a thick belt high up his waist. It makes him look kind of top-heavy. Similar to Pegasus, but to a greater extent, he’s washed out by the excess of neutral colors that the red doesn’t counteract very much.

#19 - Ryuko

I expected the dragon outfit to be more exciting. Other than the tail design (and the horns???), there’s just nothing dragon-esque about this. Come on, Chat Noir got ears, claws, and a tail; Viperion and Snake Noir got little scale motifs all over and fangs on their masks; Multimouse got bun ears and a tail; Carapace got a shell and a beak; Rena Rouge also got ears and a tail on top of a design reminiscent of a fox’s fur markings. Imagine the awesome tail and claws and fire motifs we were deprived of with the dragon. The best parts of Ryuko’s design is the embellished mask, her reptile eyes, and the red/black/gold color scheme, which are pretty cool.

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Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) 18- Protection

Pairing: Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

Word Count: 4461

Warnings: None

17- Goddess

...

"Are you afraid of me?" He asks.

"...Should I be?"

"You once were."

"I was. You were an ass." Ivar chuckles.

"And now?"

"And now it is you who looks afraid." Artemis smiles, shifting under the furs. He sucks his teeth.

"I do not."

"But you are nervous."

"Are you not?" He asks, tugging her arm when she tried to leave the bed. She giggles in his warm embrace, laying her chin on his chest as she brings her eyes to his.

"I am," She says, "But I trust you.

Ivar grunts as he hobbled his way toward the church. He barely paid any mind to the meeting, thoughts of the night before circulating in his mind. Heat creeped up towards his neck and onto his chiseled cheeks.

He hoped Hvitserk paid enough attention to explain whatever the meeting was about.

Ivar felt like a child, worse, he felt like Arvid, the hopeless dope. But while Arvid displayed his hopeless romanticism, Ivar buried his true feelings, only displaying, well, his usual self. Cranky, bitter, and dissatisfied. Ivar could only hope that he wouldnt mess it up.

He couldn't mess it up.

The harshness of his braces scraped along the stone floors of the church. He could never be inconspicuous like he wanted, but not even he could disturb her from her prayers. The light shinning through the crucifix shaped windows casted over her, giving her an ethereal appearance.

Ivar blinks, biting his lips before grunting again.

"Must you do that?" He calls out to her, his voice palpitating against stone walls. The response was immediate.

"Yes. Must you always interrupt?"

"Yes," Ivar snorts, "Is your cross not enough?" Artemis flutters her eyes open, craning her head slightly to flash Ivar an annoyed expression. He never forbade her from praying to who ever she was praying to, but he didn't prefer it. He'd rather have her on her knees for him.

Before he could conjure up more inappropriate thoughts like a prepubescent boy, she interrupts him.

"You are ridiculous." Artemis stands, dusting off her skirts before making a sign of the cross.

"And you are like the bishop, always in prayer." Ivar grumbles, sending away the guards and sinking himself down onto the alter steps behind her to rest his aching legs. He twisted round to gaze at her "What are you even praying for, hmm?"

"Forgiveness." She says without hesitation.

"What for?"

"Fornication." She mutters, already knowing Ivar could not make sense of the word.

"What?"

"For mounting a heathen." She says, plopping down again on her knees beside him.

Ivar narrows his eyes, a pout ready to form as pink dusted over his cheekbones. He was more timid and introverted about such things than she was, for obvious reasons. He knew she'd heard the stories back in Kattegat, the rumors of his impotence. But they were just stories concocted to shame him, as he had been shamed the entirety of his life.

Perhaps she regretted it.

He prepared his words, fiery and dangerous on the very tip of his tongue in retaliation but cut himself short when she broke out into a grin.

"Ivar," He liked the way his name fell from her her lips, "I'm only teasing."

Oh.

He supposed he earned her teasing humor, it was her way of settling the score.

Ivar huffs with a roll of his eyes, but he couldn't stop the smile that itched at the corners of his mouth, eyes twinkling in amusement as she lowered her head upon his shoulder.

"You're not funny." He mutters.

"I think I am." She says, shyly playing with his fingers.

Ivar had...very skilled fingers.

"Protection." She clears her throat.

"Hmm?"

"I was praying for protection." Confused, Ivar nudges his shoulder to get her to look at him.

"Do you think I cannot protect you?" He asks, leaning forward enough to trace his nose along her face. He feels her smile, her lashes tickling his cheeks

"No, I know you can, but..." She pauses in all seriousness, struggling to find the right words, "Who will protect me from you?" He pulls away from her, the question hitting him full force, like a blow upon the head.

Ivar's eyes were wide in shame, brows curved in worry.

He hadn't forgotten that day, nor what he had done. He shamed her. He remembered her angry red back and the tears streaming down her face in humiliation. He wouldn't forget it, thinking it could be put into the farthest corner of his mind, but it was clear she couldn't do the same. He didn't blame her.

That night he had gone to see her, for no other reason than to sit with her, but once he saw Sigurd there attempting to comfort her, he crawled away in his anger. Sigurd was always-

Oh. Sigurd.

Had he forgotten already? His death had caused turmoil and distrust, and Ivar still wasn't sure if his brothers would ever forgive him. And Artemis? Perhaps she thought him a monster.

"I don't know what to say," Ivar frowns, his shoulders sagging, "My heart grieves for the pain I've caused you."

"Then say nothing," Artemis replies with a shrug, "But just so we are clear, I expect nothing of the sort to happen again." There was a sternness in her tone, a warning.

"Forgive me," Ivar pleads, shyly bringing her closer into an embrace. She melts against him, closing her eyes when he runs a hand down the expanse of her long hair. "I will always protect you, I swear it, upon all the gods. Do you believe me?"

"I believe you," She smiles into the crook of his neck, "But that is not up to us."

"Mmm," Ivar hums, finally loosing his patience and lack of courage, carefully hoisting her onto his lap, "I suppose you are right." She yelps in surprise, her arms going around his neck in support.

"It is up to the gods."

"Or God." Ivar scoffs.

"Explain to me what it is your God can do that Odin or Thor cannot?" Artemis places her brow against his temple as she thinks for a moment.

"He can give a man wealth and strip him of such luxuries, like he did in the story of Job." She says.

"I don't know of this Job."

"He was a rich man under the protection of God. One day the devil decided to test him, stripping him away from his luxuries and family to see if he would stray away from God. But he didn't. He remained faithful, and God restores him his wealth." Ivar didn't look impressed.

"A man can just take wealth," He snorts, "As I have here in York."

"A hainous act, if you ask me."

"Well, it is good I didn't asked you then." Ivar smiles against her wild hair, breathing in her scent. They sat like this, in comfortable silence with only the outside bustle as a disturbance.

"Do you... pray for me?" He asks hesitantly, lowering his chin onto her shoulder to shield his face away from her.

"I have," She nods, "I have prayed for the Lord to soften your heart." Ivar let's out a soft chuckle, tightening his hold on her. She felt so small in his arms, fragile and innocent, yet he knew she was capable of much more than a weak disposition. She could probably hammer a man to death if she wanted.

"Then I suppose your prayers were answered," He mutters, "Like...a miracle?"

"You know about miracles?"

"The bishop has attempted to enlighten me on such things."

"A heathen learning of Christian ways? Are you ill?" Artemis places the back of her hand upon his brow, checking for a fever she very well knew wasn't there. Ivar rolls his eyes but smiles, grabbing her hand to give her knuckles a quick kiss.

"There you go again believing you are funny."

She ignores his comment, bringing her fingers to probe at the tightness of his hairstyle. His hair was twisted away from his face and pulled back towards the nape, his preferred style. It made him look regal, but she missed his silken hair splayed out on his shoulders. It so easily slipped through her fingers.

"Baby bird?"

"Hmm?"

"Your mind wanders again." He chuckles, already knowing how easily her mind distracts her.

"Oh, well, I'm only thinking of you." She says, her eyes leaving his twisted hair in favor of looking at him.

"Good thoughts I hope?"

"Good thoughts," She repeats, offering him a bashful smile, "And how warm I feel in your arms." His brows shoot up, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

"Then I suppose you shall never leave my embrace."

...

There would be an attempted invasion of Kattegat, and Ivar's mission was to dethrone its queen. Ivar had grown weary of such ill feelings towards Queen Lagertha, and his desire was to end her life and take over his home as its rightful king.

Many claimed it to be a war that would bring about Ragnarok, the end of their world.

His mother was dead, living on in his memory, but his heart would never be at ease until Lagertha's blood was on his hands. He spoke of it many times in the past, but now it was becoming all too real. It was a dangerous mission, Lagertha was not a weak woman and neither were her warriors. The fortifications around her city were well guarded, and she was well loved by her people.

Such thoughts plagued Artemis, and for once, she truly worried for Ivar's life. He was never afraid to prove himself, and such was his pride, made to smile in the face of danger. So young yet so ambitious, Ivar could not be persuaded otherwise. He was certain he would be victorious with his gods by his side.

The journey back to Norway would not be long, but the winds worried some. The days of storm clouds finally broke into clearer skies, the perfect sign that the gods favored their journey. King Harald had left soon after the 2 kings were defeated with the intentions of carrying the news to Queen Lagertha. It was Ivar's hope that the king had made it back safely into his own lands. They would reunite soon enough.

Ivar's warriors were itching for war, blood thirsty men that were insatiable. Their entire lives were centered around war and the honor of dying on the battlefield. Valhalla was only a throat slit away, but imbedded in them was the lack of fear to be taken in the arms of the Valkyries.

Ivar was no different.

Although he wanted Lagertha dead, he did not mind dying for his cause, so long as he took her from the earth as well. He always thought his life useless, perhaps for his legs, and once Artemis had heard Sigurd say their father practically left him for dead. It didn't bother Ivar in the least, not anymore. He had come to terms with death since he left his mothers womb. He didn't fear it then, and he would not fear it now.

The anxiousness plagued her. It settled in the pit of her stomach uncomfortably. She felt this way when forced from Crete, and again when leaving Kattegat. Leaving meant more wars and no peace, more death and blood, and more distance between who she was and who she is now.

Day after day she felt less of a Christian, less of what she knew and who she was raised as. Ivar was keen on her forgetting her old ways, her old life, as it would serve her no good. At least, that was what he believed. But how could she? Heahmund was a bitter reminder, and although he was of western faith and she of eastern, they did believe in the same concept.

Odin, Thor, Loki, Frejya, Freyr, Baldor...these entities that were taught to her in constant lessons by Ivar and Hvitserk couldn't overshadow her own beliefs, not just yet, and not in the way they wanted.

Whenever the winds blew and carressed her cheeks, Ivar said it was a blessing from Frejya, or when the english skies boomed with thunder it was Thor riding his chariot towards the heavens. But they were just stories to her, greatly reminding her of the ancient tales of her ancestors.

Yet, in Ivar's eyes, she could see how he wanted her to take part in his traditions, in his warrior culture, and most importantly, in his life. To know their language was one thing but to completely assimilate into it was entirely different.

Artemis was reminded of Helga at such times, how the blonde woman would want her to be a part of them, even as a slave. How the woman would laugh if she knew how far she has come. She thought of her every now and then, reminiscing the few memories she had with the kind woman. Helga would be greatly missed.

She struggled with this, even now, with the sight of the dragon headed boats bobbing by the waters edge, intimidating, as they begin their preparations to sail away, back to where they came.

Artemis would be sailing back, not as a slave, but as a free woman. It was strange. Before, she wanted nothing more than to run, to escape and never look back. But things were different now.

Ivar was no longer just a crippled bastard, and she was no longer just a thrall.

Ivar said it was the gods who placed her there, and it was the gods that saw to her destiny.

It didn't make sense to her, but Ivar was certain everything was for a reason, that she was taken from home for a reason, and that his affections for her was for a reason.

Everything was for a reason.

Being taken away from home, only to get involved in foreign wars did not seem reasonable. But then again, love wasn't reasonable, and her new relationship with Ivar was beyond anyone's understanding, sometimes even her own.

She just hoped he was right.

...

Everything was set for departure, and the shoreline was littered with Ivar's army, scattered about in excitement for what was to come.

Artemis leans far over the side of the ship, swirling her fingers into the clear waters. She was thinking, that much was evident to Ivar. He sat behind her, watching her with keen eyes. If he wanted to, he could probably read her thoughts.

"Be careful, you might fall over." He warns.

"I'm fine."

"No, you are thinking again."

"No, I'm not." She calls from over her shoulder.

"What are you thinking of?" He tries again. She sighs, moving away from the edge to look at him. His brows were raised in question, motioning for her to sit. She drags her feet, plopping down in front of him.

"Well?"

"I was thinking of my father." She says quietly, her eyes appearing quite sad.

"You must miss him," Ivar comments, reaching for her hand to run his thumb over her skin, "I understand."

When his mother died, he was inconsolable, mourning her death deeply. It has been a year after her death, he still silently mourned her. Artemis was ripped away from all she knew, from her only family. He recounts the time she had mentioned the death of her mother and then her brother, leaving only a father in her life.

Although Ivar's family has been severed at this point, with his own brothers battling for dominance, he was always surrounded by family, slaves, and even Floki who watched over him when Ragnar never did.

He sympathizes for her.

"I do." She sighs, "He could be dead and I would never know."

She had twisted the scenarios over and over in her head till she mentally exhausted herself. The prospect of her father's demise sent pangs of pain to her heart. If he wasn't dead, then surely he was dying of heartache for a lost daughter, just as she had been suffering the heartache of separation. She hoped that he wasn't guilt ridden for her disappearance. It wasn't his fault.

Ivar continues to eye her, admiring her simple beauty. He smiles, mentally thanking the gods for her. She was not at all what he thought her to be.

Ivar let the silence fall upon them as he thought for a moment, pursing his lips before speaking.

"I will be king of Kattegat." He announces suddenly, almost haughtily, his chest puffing out in pride.

"...Indeed you will," She replies bewildered, "So?"

"So, as king, I will organize many expeditions." There was a smile on his face. He was speaking to her as if she already knew where his ramblings were going.

"And?"

"And perhaps one would be to the Mediterranean." She blinks, her face twisting into further confusion. She stares at him, their eyes in a constant battle.

"To raid?" She asks suspiciously.

"To explore," He corrects. Artemis snorts.

"You want to explore the Mediterranean?"

"Your island, Crete," Ivar shrugged, playing with his axe as he usually did. He runs his calloused thumb over the freshly sharpened blade before continuing, "We could inquire on your father, if you'd like."

He had never seen such a look on her face, mostly because he couldn't describe it. It was a mix of confusion, happiness and shock, all in one. Her mouth opened as if to speak but she immediately presses her lips together as she couldn’t find the right words to express her thoughts.

"Ivar, are you being serious?"

"Why would I be lying?" He demands, placing his axe aside in favor of pulling her closer to fill the gap between them. He kisses her as he so loved to do. He never realized how much he liked to kiss.

"So let me understand this," She says over his persistent lips, giggling when he takes a nip at her, "You are willing to take me back home to inquire on my father?"

"You sound doubtful." He mutters over her lips, still on his quest to devour her.

"It sounds impossible." She sighs, ducking away from him. Ivar frowns.

"Why? It wasn't impossible for Bjorn to bring you to Norway, why would it be impossible to bring you back?" Artemis licks her lips, shrugging her shoulders as she begins to play with the ends of her braided hair.

"You would do that for me?" She asks shyly, keeping her eyes low.

"I think you deserve it." He pushes a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"Please, just make sure not to make any promises that cannot be kept." When she finally brings her gaze to his, he sees the glossiness in her eyes. He gently pulls her forward into an embrace, and she immediately borrows within him.

"Once I secure Kattegat, it shall be done." He whispers in her ear, smiling when he feels her nods against him. She pulls away, offering him a peck to which he beams, right before catching a glimpse of someone that soured his mood immediately.

Annoyed, Ivar cocks his head, sneering at Arvid before crossing his arms like a child.

Artemis knew exactly what bothered him, and with a sigh she turns round to see Arvid at the shore line with Alfhild, bidding their farewells to the men. Alfhild waves at both Ivar and Artemis with a grin on her face before retreating back to their camp, leaving Arvid alone to brood. His eyes catch hers as if begging her not to go.

"Well go on, you have my permission." An annoyed Ivar says, clearly daring Arvid to try something.

"I am not sure I should." He sucks his teeth.

"He needs to understand you have chosen."

What he meant to say was that he needs to understand she has chosen Ivar.

Artemis cracks a smile at Ivar's brooding form, standing up slowly as if dreading the meeting.

"I will be here," He reassures, though it was not as if he were going anywhere else. He shoos her off, watching every step she took off the ship, onto land, and straight to Arvid.

The annoying prick.

Artemis timidly smiles at Arvid, mostly because she had no idea what else to do. He stood with his arms crossed in a disapproving manner, his eyes swimming with many questions.

"Have you forgotten you are a free woman now?"

"I haven't forgotten." She says.

"And still, you choose to go with him?"

"Clearly that is what you see, Arvid." She calmly says, not wanting to attract attention.

"I don't think it wise."

"And I am not seeking your approval."

"Hmm." Arvid snorts. He shakes his head but says nothing more of it, "I want you to have this." He says, fishing into the pocket of his trousers and revealing a leather cord with a small pendant hanging from it.

Artemis takes it in her hands, and upon closer inspection she comes to find it is Mjölnir, a small representation of Thor's hammer. She noticed it everywhere, Arvid wore it about his neck, as well as Hvitserk, and even Ivar, hidden under all his leather and armor.

"Do you know what this?" He asks her, watching her run her thumb over the grooves of the small pendant in curiosity.

"Thor's hammer," Artemis replies, peeling her eyes away from its details in favor of finding answers in Arvid's eyes,"Why are you giving this to me?"

"So that you may always have Thor's protection," He says, his eyes looking past her and onto a more focused point, "To protect you from those who would hurt you."

Artemis looks behind her, only to meet Ivar's cold eyes staring back at them with such intensity, a sneer settling on his handsome features. Arvid stared back just as fiercely, both stubborn men resembling hungry wolves with an innocent doe between them.

"I don't know what to say," She says, turning back to him, "This was thoughtful of you. Thank you."

"Take care of yourself." He says, finally looking away from Ivar and onto Artemis's softer features.

"You as well, and may your child come safely into this world. I shall keep you and Alfhild in my prayers." Her genuine words soften him a bit, and he rubs the back of his neck.

"Perhaps we shall cross paths again?"

"Perhaps."

Artemis smiles, casting him one last look before heading back towards the noisy docks. Ivar sat patiently waiting for her in the lead ship, Bishop Heahmund's sword appearing at his side suddenly, leaning against his left leg while he held his axe tightly in his right.

Ivar always had the appearance of being shrouded in mystery when wearing his black cloak, watching like a predator as Artemis came back to him.

She collapses beside him, running her fingers on the surface of the silver pendant over and over again.

"He is absolutely besotted with you." Ivar snorts.

"I haven't a clue why."

"You are a treaure." Artemis snorts this time, but the seriousness in Ivar's tone meant he was not jesting.

"What? I am but a woman."

"And?"

"A foreigner."

"So?" Ivar smiles, crossing his arms and leaning back against the ships railings.

"I thought you didn't favor foreign girls."

"Artemis, shut up." He breathes, draping an arm around her shoulders to bring her as close to him as possible.

She laughs, stretching her legs out right beside his. She watched his hounds whine in their cages in the farthest corner of the ship for their fear of the seas. The little hound that ran between her heels sat away in his own cage, attempting to sleep with all the noise going about.

Ivar grips the pendant in his own hand, and she was afraid he'd throw it over board. Instead he admires it.

"Certainly made by Arvid. His work never disappoints," He remarks, placing it back into her hands, "It's for protection."

"Just like yours." She says, placing her fingertips gently onto the delicate skin of his throat before reaching to grab his necklace that remained hidden. Ivar's Mjölnir was larger and in more detail compared to Artemis's dainty one.

She felt him swallow thickly under her touch, a much desired reaction that excited her.

"Mhm." He hums with a sigh, leaning in to plant a kiss to her brow, smiling against her skin. She leans against him, closing her eyes as the winds swept across her cheeks, and the small waves rocking the ships lulled her into comfort. There was a moment of peacefulness that happened often when they were alone, a comfortable silence where the singing of the sea birds brought about tranquility.

"Ivar," Hvitserk calls out to him, "Everything is ready for departure,"

"Very well, tell the men to sound the horns."

His older brother runs off, shouting for the horn signals. They were heard immediately, and men started to remove the ropes from the masts, the ships slowly drifting off into the calm waters.

The nervousness came back to haunt Artemis, settling again in the pit of her stomach. It must have shown on her face for Ivar quickly grabbed the pendant from her hands and gently placed the leather cord over her head and onto her exposed collarbone.

"Worry not, baby bird," He says to her with a reassuring smile, "You have our protection."

...

"Welcome Ivar, Hvitserk." Harald's smile was brighter than the sun, even from quite the distance away across the docks, his grin was blinding.

"Is that not Astird?" Artemis heard Hvitserk whisper to his limping younger brother, who only shrugged as best he could while maneuvering on his crutch.

"Seems Lagertha is running out of alies." He whispers back before politely smiling at Harald, who greeted both Ragnarssons with a firm shake of hands.

"My queen," The king introduces, "Astrid." Lagertha's former shieldmaiden wore a passive expression, her blue eyes outlined in the blackest khol. She was pretty, and quite tall, dressed in the finest of fabrics and jewels, but she still carried the air of a warrior.

"Welcome." She says to them, inclining her head in respect. Harald's intense stare falls behind the brothers and onto Artemis's small form, carrying her hound in her hands like a babe upon its mothers breast.

"Artemis?" He says her name with a chuckle, "Ivar hasn't killed you yet?"

"Not yet, King Harald." The king belts out a laugh, turning to look at Ivar who was not particularly amused.

"She is my companion." Ivar answers the silent question.

"Oh?" Harald turns his eyes back to her, brows raised.

"I am a free woman, King Harald." It felt strange to say such words.

"Well then, you shall be recieved in my home as a free woman. I welcome you all to Vestfold."

...

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bexterbex · 4 years

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 56

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 56: Broken

You were in Kylo’s arms for a few more moments as you waited for the others to arrive. Once they were there Kylo assisted you to stand and deposited you in your dressing room for Adlez and Olivia-Rose to fix you.

You sat in front of the vanity as they fixed your makeup. You felt numb and rather unwhole inside as you sat there staring at your own living reflection. Your mind not wanting to process what had happened. Your brain felt like it was full of cotton, your body attached to strings like a meaningless puppet.

You had no desire to really do anything at the moment but your ladies-in-waiting were attempting to distract you and cheer you up. Putting your hair into a beautiful elegant hairstyle, something fancier than you were used to, and putting you into the beautiful flowy dress that Adlez had planned for the formal dinner. It was still as beautiful when Olivia-Rose first recommended it to you when you had your shopping spree but you weren’t in the mood to look at it, let alone be all done up with nowhere to go.

They then dressed you in a different dress from this morning. Something lighter, and happier. A silent hope to improve your mood. Once they were done dressing you down you went out to the patio to lay out in the simulated sun. Hoping that its warmth could not only warm your bones but warm the cold feeling that was plaguing you.

When it came to lunch you ordered on the patio, something small as you didn’t think you could stomach anything more than that. You were silent the whole time, lost in your own non-existent thoughts. When it came time for your lesson the general came out to greet you on the patio, he stopped dead in his tracks after assessing the condition you were in.

“M’lady it is time for your lesson.” You did nothing to show that you had heard him, you just continued to sit there. The general just stood and analyzed you before he sat down in the chair next to you. “If you would like I can have someone come down and talk to you about this morning.” His voice was soft and sincere.

You turned to look at him, “I will take my lesson out here.” And you turned your head back to stare at the simulated horizon.

“As you wish,” he then took the remote and started your lessons.

Ch. 32: Etiquette in Business and Politics

Ch. 33 Part 1: Dress (para. 1-39)

Ch. 33 Part 2: Dress (para. 40-end)

“Today’s lesson was short, would you like to start on something new? I can make arrangements to have you start learning more diplomacy issues.” He waited for your answer that did not come. He shared a look with your ladies-in-waiting and the lieutenant.

He got up from the lounge chair and walked away. You watched your entourage leave with him. You were left alone for a few minutes before a silver figure came into view. You were rather surprised to see her here, you shifted in the chair to allow her to sit on your lounge chair.

She took off her helmet, but you both remained silent for a while until you couldn’t take it anymore, “They died because of me,” your voice sounded foreign to your ears.

“But m’lady its more than that, they betrayed the First Order. It had to be done.” Her voice was even and firm, but still gentle in many ways.

“If I were just some random officer’s match and the same thing happened would they have lost their lives?” You could feel the tears fall from your face.

She was silent for a moment before she responded, assessing your emotions.”No, but they would have if there was someone else in your shoes, it is your position that they acted against. You mustn’t blame yourself, they would have slipped up someplace else, prolonging the inevitable.”

But that wasn’t good enough. “But they didn’t have to die. If they would have messed up doing something else they would have just been reprimanded and not killed. I am the reason that they are dead don’t you see.” They were killed because of you, and you did nothing to stop it, nothing that mattered anyway.

“We are at war ma’am, you might have just given them a more merciful death.” With that, she stood and walked away. You were confused for a moment before Kylo replaced her.

“You said you would make the dread and pain go away,” you looked at him, meeting his cautious assessment of your condition.

“Is that what you want Kitten? I can still do that.” His hand was in your hair. That is what you want, you wanted all of this nothingness gone. You wanted it gone.

His hand moved to caress your forehead, you started to feel yourself become more numb, but in a different way. Your consciousness was separating itself from your being.

“My old master once said ‘Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.’ This might hurt Kitten.”

But it didn’t all you felt was nothingness before your vision faded to black, but before you became fully unconscious you heard him once more say, “You will be hollow. I shall squeeze you empty, and then I shall fill you with myself.”

The blackness took over. You were fully out now and stayed like that before the dreams took over.

The woman was there again, this time joined by a lot of people you did not recognize. Two men, one woman, a golden figure, a tall hairy tree, and a white barrel. You couldn’t see them exactly. They were staring off in the distance over a cliff and you were facing the cliff but too far away to make out any more details. Black smoke swirled through the dream and shifted to something else entirely.

You saw yourself, or what looked to be you sitting on a large throne. Chained up next to you was a large black dog, with black eyes. Its hair was shaggy and the chain that was around its neck was thick. The dog moved to put its head in your lap, your other self petted it. Stroking its long black fur. You took a step closer to yourself. The dog shifted and growled as you approached yourself. You could now see the scar that graced its face, jagged and red.

Your other self laughed as you stepped back in fear of the dog. A haunting laugh that chilled you to the bone. You paused. You tried to speak to yourself but no sound came out of your mouth, your lips moved but you were silent. The other you just laughed and sat forward. Your other self’s eyes glimmered with a sense of malicious intent. Before anything more could happen the dream shifted once more.

You were on a desert planet. Miles and miles of sand and nothing. As far as the eye could see. In the distance, you could see him. Kylo his back was to you and another woman was at his side. Not the older woman who you had seen before many times, but a younger one. A brunette that was a half a head shorter than him. As you approached them you could hear laughter, his and hers. His arm was behind her back as hers was to him. She kissed his cheek and you felt the earth collapse under you.

You were sinking into quicksand, rapidly. You struggled as it pulled you down. The earth was swallowing you whole. To never release you again. You blacked out in your own dream.

You woke up to a similar scene to the one before. You were on a grassy planet now. Miles and miles of grass and wildflowers. Kylo had his back to you, but he was alone. You looked around you to see if you could see her, the other woman, but you couldn’t. You started to run towards him. As you reached him you held out your hand. When you touched his shoulder to turn him to face you felt a familiar pressure behind your ear.

You woke up.

Gasping for air, you jerked awake. Flailing for a few moments before you heard his voice, “Kitten, Kitten it’s alright. I am here. Nothing can hurt you now.” His hand combed through your hair.

Somehow you had gotten changed and were now back in your bed. Something that Kylo must have asked Adlez and Olivia-Rose to help him with. At least you hoped he did.

His lips were against yours, his tongue winding its way into your mouth, just before he pulled away. “How are you feeling this morning?”

It was a simple question, but you didn’t know how to answer. You didn’t feel like yourself that’s for sure. You felt foreign. But not in the way you did previously, it was a new foreign now. “I don’t know.”

A hand came to caress your face, “That’s ok, it might take a few days to fully feel better. But I promise you will.” Another kiss graced your lips. “I promise Kitten.”

His arms were under you as he carried you into your dressing room, leaving you with Adlez and Olivia-Rose with one final kiss. “I shall be back for lunch, but you should like the surprise I have for you this morning.” And with that, he was gone.

Adlez spoke first, “How are you feeling m’lady?” She was cautious as she started on your hair. Her fingers have a lighter touch than normal.

Like answering Kylo before her you did not have an answer, “I don’t know. Not like me and also myself. I don’t know how I feel, how I am supposed to feel.” You watched as both of them exchanged worried glances. A sort of silent communication that they were starting to form.

You just sat there while they got you ready, your outfit this time was athleisure. You wondered if it had anything to do with Kylo’s surprise, but you knew that you would be told when they wanted you to know. When you were finished you walked up the stairs to the lofted lounge. Finding a spot in front of the fireplace to have your breakfast. Something that shocked the two women, but they followed nonetheless. The lieutenant eventually joined you as you all sat in silence listening to the flames crackle and pop.

Eventually, your food came but you still ate that in silence. Knowing that small talk was rather useless at this point. Nothing about being in the confines of the First Order made small talk feel normal. You all knew the same news that was broadcasted out, you were together most of the time, and there was no weather aboard a starship. Small talk felt pointless.

When you were finished the lieutenant announced that you were to follow him. And you did. Out the door and down the never-ending hallways. Feeling numb to your surroundings and the faces and lack of faces you saw along the way. He led you to a large door.

To your excitement beyond the door was a training facility and waiting was the chrome gilded Amazon herself. “M’lady it would be an honor to teach you how to shoot.”

Your body filled with glee as you followed her to the target range, a small blaster in her hand. “It is rather simple. Line up the sights, undo the safety and pull the trigger.” She moved your body into a wide stepped position. One hand placed under the butt of the blaster while the other held it. “Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to shoot. And only then do you fire.”

She stood next to you as you fired at the target, narrowly missing your aimed position, but still hitting the target.

“Adjust your shoulders a bit and relax your arms. You want to be firm but not too rigid. Inhale as you aim, exhale as you fire.”

This time your shots were perfectly on the mark. A female figure appeared before the target as your next shots hit. The woman from the desert planet. Right to the heart. A kill shot.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo x reader #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #first order propaganda #star wars first order #a soul to mend his own

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whitecatindisguise · 4 years

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The Sundrop Alchemist (9)

Wohoo! Next chapter is here!! And this time we have art, people! All art in this chapter belongs to amazing @cinn-a-mom (I love you, mom). Give her some praise :)

Anyway, off with the chapter.

Summary: Hugo and Varian meet an unexpected ally and finally reach Old Corona. If only they can find a way to handle Varian’s seventy-feet-long hair...

AO3 link can be found here.

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Chapter 9: To Old Corona

Varian was startled awake by frantical screaming, Ruddiger jumping up and puffing his fur. His eyes snapped open, darting around their campsite, looking for danger. He froze as he took notice of the scene before him.

Hugo was currently sprawled on the grass, holding onto a log for his dear life. The white stallion they met back by the dam was holding onto his left boot, pulling hard.

“What’s going on…?” Varian cocked his head in puzzlement. Hugo noticed him and shot him a pleading look.

“Finally awake, Blondie. A little- AGH!” His hold on the log loosened with another pull from the horse and he was dragged several feet along the grass.

Varian jumped up and ran to the two, trying his best to separate them.

“Hey, let go!” He cried, grabbing Hugo’s shoulders and pulling. The horse neighed in anger, pulling harder. Suddenly, Hugo’s foot slipped from the shoe and the two teens fell to the grass, the horse making several hurried steps in the opposite direction due to the sudden loss of weight.

The white stallion quickly noticed Hugo being free and neighed angrily, and launched at the teen. Varian reacted immediately, jumping in front of the bespectacled teen and raising his hands to stop the horse and protect himself. The stallion rose its forelegs, stopping abruptly.

“Woooah! Calm down.” Varian called, observing the horse.

It tried to sidestep, but the boy was quick to intercept it, Hugo staying behind his back. It neighed in anger and frowned, glaring at the two.

“Hugo? Care to explain?” The blue-eyed boy asked, turning his head only a little to look back at the teen, but not looking away from the horse.

“It’s a Royal Guard horse. Remember the satchel I had with me?” Hugo said and Varian tensed at the mention of the satchel, eyes darting for a single moment to his own. “Before going to your tower I might have stolen something from the capital. Just a few trinkets, no biggie, they have tons of them anyway.”

The horse neighed, as if it tried to argue and attempted to run at Hugo again, but Varian stopped him again.

“So you stole something and that’s why those guys in armour and the horse were back at the dam?” He asked.

“Hey, I need them more than they do, anyway. Not everyone has enough money to buy food, you know?” Hugo argued and the stallion neighed angrily. “Oh, shut up, stupid horse!”

“It’s not stupid if it managed to find us after the whole dam situation.” Varian pointed out, biting the inside of his cheek.

Truth be told, Hugo DID stole something that didn’t belong to him, so the guards had every right to arrest him. (He wasn’t sure about the horse, though. Did it have the same kind of authority as the guards had?) On the other hand, if Hugo gets arrested, he won’t take Varian to see the alchemical lights, which was the whole purpose of this trip. But maybe they could come to an understanding…

“Um… okay then, horse…” Varian addressed the stallion, laughing nervously. “Sorry, I don’t know your name, so-”

The horse moved its neck, showing the fancy reigns he was wearing. Varian squinted his eyes and noticed a golden plate with a name engraved in it.

“Maximus.” He read out. “That’s your name, right? I’ll just call you Max, then.”

The horse eyed the boy finally nodded. Varian smiled and let his hands drop to his sides.

“So… Max…The thing is...” He started, tugging on his gloves nervously. “I understand Hugo did some bad things and he needs to take responsibility for that.”

“HEY! I always take responsibility-!” Hugo argued but Varian cut him off rather quickly.

“BUT, the point is, I need him to not get arrested. At least, for today.” The boy said, looking the horse, Max, straight in the eyes. “Hugo promised to take me to Old Corona to see the alchemical lights tonight. I’ve always seen them from far away and I’d REALLY like to see them from up close, but I don’t know the way.”

The horse neighed in response, not quite convinced in the reasoning. Varian sighed. Here comes the big gun, then.

“And… it’s kinda my birthday today, so…” He shuffled his feet and looked at the stallion pleadingly. “If you could not arrest him until he takes me to see the alchemical lights and back home, I would really appreciate it.”

The horse seemed to be taken aback by the news. It seemed to mull over the information, looking conflicted. Finally it let out a horse equivalent of deep sigh and nodded its head.

“Oh, thank you!” Varian smiled brightly and hugged Max’s neck. “Once I’m back safely, you two can chase each other to your hearts’ content.But we’ll need your help today to stay out of sight, just in case, alright?”

Max nodded and Varian turned back to Hugo. The teen didn’t look so happy about the arrangement, but it was still better than being arrested. By a horse, he might add.

“Great, everything’s settled, yadda yadda.” He muttered, standing up and looking at his left foot. “Can I get my shoe back?”

“Oh, right.” Varian turned to the horse and smiled sweetly. “Could we get Hugo’s shoe back, please?”

The horse grumbled, but let go of the shoe. Hugo picked it up, making a face at how wet it was, but, thankfully, didn’t comment on that. Varian picked up his satchel and the three started off towards Old Corona, Hugo taking a lead.

They walked for a half an hour, before Varian spotted the shapes of buildings from between the trees. His mouth turned into a goofy grin and he rushed forward, ignoring Hugo’s calls to wait. With Ruddiger curled on his shoulders, the boy burst out of the forest and stared down at the village, visible from the hill. His eyes glistened as he took on the sight.

“Goggles, wait up!” Hugo ran up to him breathing heavily, Max coming right after. “Why the hurry? The lanterns won’t appear till after the sundown.” He panted, resting his hands on his knees.

“It’s my first time in here. I want to see everything.” Varian replied and started walking, only to be stopped by the grab on his wrist. He turned with a surprise to Hugo, looking at the hold questioningly.

“You can’t go in there like that, Blondie.” The teen pointed out and Varian rose a brow in question. “Your hair aren’t really easy to pass by.” Hugo supplied, nodding towards the long trail of blond hair resting on the grass.

“Oh, right. Let me just-” Varian started but the bespectacled teen cut him off rather quickly.

“Put this on.” He said, throwing a rather shady-looking cloak at the blue-eyed boy.

“Hugo, I don’t-” The long-haired blonde tried to argue but Hugo already took the cloak from his arms and threw it over the boy’s shoulders, putting up the hood.

The teen stepped away and grabbed his chin in thought. Max neighed and pointed at the hair still clearly visible from under the cloth.

“I know, I know. Just let me… Aha!” Hugo exclaimed enthusiastically and took out a large backpack from behind him, Varian raising a brow at where did exactly the teen took it from.

Before he could protest, the backpack was put on his shoulders, Hugo scooping up his hair and stuffing them inside.

“As for the final touch…” The teen unclasped the goggles from Varian’s head and put them on the top of the hood, securing the clip. He stepped away and nodded approvingly. “Perfect.”

Varian sent the teen the glare, Ruddiger looking up at his boy in a mixture of confusion and disapprovement, the look shared by Max.

“Um, no.” Varian deadpanned, as he took off the unnecessary accessories. “Maybe I’ve never been in a village before, but even I can tell I would look more suspicious wearing those than going as I am.”

“Well, do you have any better ideas?” Hugo asked, crossing his arms on his chest defensively.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” The boy grinned and nudged at Ruddiger to help him.

In a matter of minutes, the boy and the raccoon managed to braid Varian’s hair into a complicated-looking but easy to untangle braid, his hair now reaching to his ankles. Varian secured his goggles back at the top of his head and looked at his journey partners for approval. Hugo huffed and turned, cheeks turning red as he muttered something about how he could have said he can braid them sooner. Max observed the hairstyle with a critical eye and nodded his head.

While one could still see Varian’s hair were much longer than usual for the boy his age, they looked relatively less controversial than when they were loose. Satisfied with the reaction, Varian bounced on his tip toes, before running up to Hugo and grabbing his hand.

“Come on, I want to see as much of the village as we can before the lanterns.” He grinned and pulled the startled teen along, both of them running down the hill.

Ruddiger exchanged a look with Max, before the raccoon climbed up the horse’s saddle and the two followed Varian and Hugo into the village.

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EEEEP! The boys finally reached their destination! Wohoo! Onward to the adventure!

See you all next chapter ;)

#varian #hugo #ruddiger #maximus #hugo is bad at disguises #the sundrop alchemist #kitty mom writes

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askmyboys · 3 years

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Arvish

Here’s giant goat god, husband to Osmund!

| Name: Arvish

| Nicknames: Arv (only his husband is allowed to call him Arvy) or Vis

| Gender: He/Him, They/Them, or It/It’s (mostly mortals and the books used they/them or it/its and he loved both pronouns so he decided to use them as well)

| Age: Also old like Osmund really, centuries old essentially

| Height: 140ft

| Species/Race: Giant God God (he can also size shift)

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (Quiff Hairstyle)

| Eye Color: His eyes used to be Pitch Black (the colors of the eyes in this regard are KINDA lowkey symbolic? His eye color now Forest Green (you know he has them rectangular pupils) he has one scar over his right eye but he can still see out of it thankfully.

| Appearance: Let’s start off like we did with Osmund- Alrighty, his ears are the same p much as Osmund’s except the top is a brown color with white fur on the bottom, he’s got a brown goat tail with white fur on the bottom as well, his feet are hooves and he actually just has hands, his fingers for some reason have something that look like black ink smeared on them- it doesn’t come off either it just seems to be apart of his skin, he does have sharp black claws as well, he’s got horns but they are more like ram horns (got them BIGEM curly horns babey) he wears his wedding ring on his right horn actually (he isn’t afraid of it coming off, it’s not STUCK on there but it’s not just going to,, slip off or anything) BUT when he’s out and about for long periods of time he has a heart shaped rose quartz locket that he keeps it in and wears it around his neck (last I checked rose quartz symbolizes love, trust, and emotional healing)

His skin color? Well he’s honestly just tan- its from staying outside like 90% of the time lmao but given the nature of his world who WOULDN’T wanna stay outside in it (also bc i almost forgot, his beard is actually pretty fluffy looking and he also has sideburns- despite being a fluffy beard he manages to keep it looking well groomed as best he can ...never let the fluffy looks deceive you either, c o a r s e, coarse as hell) (also he’s got razor sharp teeth too, ...i-is he still a goat?)

Anyway- He wears one of those golden egyptian collars around his neck (mostly for Osmund who a d o r e s it), he doesn’t really wear a shirt or pants either, he has a long loincloth (it goes down his legs even, so it's kinda like a loincloth-dress esque thing?) he just didn’t feel comfortable with the short loincloths… He cut a little hole out in it so his tail could stick through as well, he has a bit of chest fluff, no its not hair its like ACTUAL fluff- He also has like a fuck TON of scars, there’s SO many scars all over his body, they don’t seem to be any fresh or new wounds they look like they happened a VERY long time ago…

He also has a few golden bracelets going up his wrists and some near his biceps as well.

| Personality: Well, let’s start with how he was in the past bc everyone loves remembering their past right? ...ahaaaa… Anyways- Arvish was a greedy power hungry god who’d do and say anything to get what he’d want, he’d manipulate a few other gods/goddesses here and there but the mortals? O h they were ALWAYS the easiest to manipulate, he was also hungry for wars, it didn’t matter what kind of war it was, when it came to war, he loved choosing the mortals over the other gods and goddesses because of them being easy to trick essentially, it was SO easy to start a war with them! Humans fight over the s m a l l e s t of things it would seem! And because of how much he loved war you know he was absolutely the leader in a few of his own, feuding with other gods/goddesses and mortals all the same, he l o v e d money as well, money was the key to power and succession it seemed, especially in the mortal world, money made it easier to control them.

He was definitely an EXTREME control freak, you either bowed to him or you defied him and defying him would definitely end in a painful death more than likely, he was p much evil, cruel, sadistic, and a very stinky bastard man essentially- He was downright awful ...And then some time later on in his life, he met Osmund, a peaceful warrior who’d only fight if he had to, it was definitely a cliche love at first sight type of thing but even then, Arvish tried to deny his feelings, he didn’t feel love or anything like that, love was NOT an option for a god like him, and love was a weakness, having feelings for something or someone had been considered a weakness! So naturally at first Arvish and Osmundus were into it, the two fought greatly against each other- The first battle Osmundus won and usually, he’d finish the job but when it came to Arvish…

Unlike most that crossed him and pushed him, he slowly lifted his sword away from the other god’s neck and told him to simply get out, don’t come back… Of course Arvish only mocked Osmund for showing m e r c y to one of his enemies, he should have finished the job bc this was definitely not the last he saw of Arvish, the two had MANY great fights and when Arvish finally won a fight, after he had beaten Osmundus finally, now it was time to finish him off so he couldn’t get in the way! (Cause Osmundus was one to stop him from his evil deeds, he was a divine protector after all) but… Arvish just… Couldn’t, the more the two interacted, albeit after fights, Osmundus even went as far as to offer him some tea and a sit down to read a book, after they JUST fought?! Osmundus always spared Arvish, he taught the god things even HE didn’t know…

...And that had all strengthened Arvish’s love for Osmundus, such a wise god… Arvish couldn’t bring himself to finish Osmund off, especially after the god had said “Well, you’ve finally won…! I’m impressed, you’ve grown stronger Arvish… ...Well, if you want to finish me off, I won’t stop you” which confused him greatly “I… What are you playing at you old fool…?” Os only chuckled “Nothing, I’m completely serious, if you wish to finally get me out of the picture, I’m not going to stop you… In fact…” He would have then took his sword and stuck it into the ground (not the black obsidian sword) and stuck it deep so even he probs couldn’t have even pulled it back up (its a landmark now p much) really, it was all the kind acts from Osmund that he had provided after every fight, the knowledge from books, the offerings of tea, and the kind words he spoke even after fighting so harshly that just eventually broke the power hungry god, he only offered a hand to Os “...Get up… I… I just can’t do it…”

Arvish even admitted as he helped Osmund to his feet, half on guard just in case this was still all a ruse to attack him unexpectedly “...You have shown me kindness even when we are the greatest of enemies, even the very first time when you had the chance to take my head, you didn’t… You spared me, you knew I would come back, you knew I would never have given up, so why…? Why didn’t you just take the opportunity to finish me off?” Osmund would only laugh at that “...Well, why didn’t YOU just take YOUR opportunity to finish me off? I even offered you to do so…” (damn, this turning into a fanfic isn’t it?) Arvish couldn’t deny, okay Os got him there and for the first time he laughed genuinely at that “...I don’t understand you at all you old fool… Such a strange soul…” after a bit though, Arvish was going to leave actually but Osmundus stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder “Why don’t you come inside, Arvish? We can settle down for the night and talk with some tea…” Arvish was shocked by this, shocked that the other god would even offer this after the BIGGEST fight they had ever had just transpired but Arvish for whatever reason took it.

Alright this is going to be waay too long if I keep up fanfic format, so basically after the biggest fight, Arvish and Osmundus has called a truce at first, Arvish would eventually start coming over but not to start a fight, no… He was just visiting Osmundus, that feeling in his chest never left from day one, but it only got stronger as time passed, same for Os it seemed, Arvish got taught the beauty of nature, how peace could be a much stronger asset than wars, how greed and power would only leave you feeling empty in the end and it had been true, even despite how much treasures he had stolen at first, he never did feel truly happy or anything, it was just wanting more and more and nothing satisfied him, and even the mortals had… Such intriguing ways of living life, Osmundus taught him s o much… After all this, Arvish became a MUCH more peaceful, kind, gentle, caring, and sweet soul… Even though the books and things speak ill of him at first (some books had been twisted to keep him labelled as the bad guy) most books tell the WHOLE tale. Now of course after all this, Arvish had admitted eventually that he had fallen in love with Osmundus and this was the first time he was actually nervous… He figured the other god would take offense, laugh at, or even reject him entirely.

Of course that’s when Osmund let him in on a little secret, he’s felt that way the entire time as well, and that it only grew stronger as time passed, same ofc with Arv obvs- but ahem- anyways- Os accepted the confession and the two had went on dates, strengthening their bonds the more time they spent together, and eventually when the time was right, Arvish was the one to propose first actually, and that was the MOST nerve wracking moment of his entire existence, even though he had knew Osmund loved him v e r y much so and of course he loved him back immensely as much, there was still a secret fear of rejection… However, this led to the first time Osmundus ever cried, at first Arvish was nervous that he had offended the other god or upset him so he quickly apologized but before he could even say anything more, Osmundus pulled him into a tight bear hug “...Yes, Arvy, I’ll marry you…”

...And now it was Arv’s turn to cry, this also being the very first time HE ever shed a tear, and thus the two became husbands, and p much lived in peace and happiness.

I know that’s long and wordy but I had to describe this almost fully for anyone to TRULY understand Arvish, its basically literally the enemies to lovers trope, Arvish gave up his war, power, and greedy ways for Osmundus in the end, he could have taken the chance to end Osmundus so no one else could stand in his way then, not in those regards anyways but he just couldn’t do it, so yeye y’all get the basic point

| Side Facts: Arvish’s world used to be barren essentially, there used to be no signs of life there aside from him and whatever subjects he had, whatever minions he had, etc- But those were just there to serve him, there was no forests or any beautiful scenery… BUT since Arvish changed his ways, his world grew brighter, various plants, trees, flowers had began growing, wildlife had started appearing even! Many things happened to his world and it was no longer barren, now he has almost infinite forests and meadows spreading ALL across his world, one of the forests even have a LARGE lake (when I say barren, his world previously was literally just, d e a d looking, it was nothing but sand n sandstorms mostly, no sounds of life or anything could be heard and the silence would be enough to drive a human crazy excluding sand storm sounds n the sounds of a literal god and his minions BUT shhh! And despite not being any living creatures there WERE skulls of ones)

Arvish has a flower crown that had been made specifically for him, it seemed to have been designed by the other gods/goddesses and even some demigods, it was designed specifically for him, celebrating his change and growth into a better person, however… His sins and atrocities of the past still haunt and plague his mind to this day, everything he’s ever done and said still haunts him, and sometimes he wonders w h y… Why was he ever like that in the first place? Osmundus usually knows exactly what to say and do when he notices Arvish spiraling, which Arv is very thankful for… Arvish never expects forgiveness either from anyone he’s done wrong, and to the ones he has even killed, he regrets that d e e p l y, he wishes he had never been… t h a t kind of being… But, to the ones he’s done wrong to, like I was saying, he doesn’t ever expect forgiveness from them bc even though he’s changed, he really doesn’t feel he deserves it, he’s caused so much harm, so much pain, so many bad things and he’ll take those to the grave one day.

(catch that god of death character I made waaay back when fuckin cackling at this man lmao, i dont even know where I put those gods’ descriptions and now I really wanna find em again bc im makin’ gods/goddesses/demigods and a whole ass world for them all) Also one more thing, this is in reference to appearance back up there but im too lazy to have to fix the text movin down a page n shit, basically- he wears a silver nose ring AND his nose is also black like the his fingers (he does have a bit of darker brown going up it, its kinda another goat-like nose, it seems like it should be painted on, you’d think but in fact it’s genuinely just something on ‘im)

#Arvish #my oc #giant goat god oc #original character

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