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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ old friends, lloyd garmadon.┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ act two ;; scene three┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

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୧ ⎯⎯ WARNINGS ;; one (1) suicide joke ;; mentions of ill treatment // discrimination ;; unspoken trauma ;; ninjago lore but it’s vague asf ;; some pining

୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; so, this is more on the filler chapter side of this but this breakdowns down the lore of this au too! (that an i need a filler before i drop some twists <33) +skylor's verified for the hell of it (because she runs the noddle empire–)

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finally, you flop down onto your bed with a relieved sigh, burying your face into the sheets of the slightly cold blankets and humming happily. finally, that sad week in the hospital passed –though it only passed so quickly was because of lloyd bugging you for most of it (with the occasional appearance of another one of your new friends, and several video calls from your parents and friends back at home). maybe it wasn’t so sad when that ball of sunshine– lloyd was around.

so far you’ve learnt many things about this city (and surprisingly you were somehow ignorant to all of some of it’s sometimes worldwide news).

there were literally ninja superheroes, one of which –the green one– saved your ass from being robbed and injured, worst case killed. they had been around for several years at this point and did multiple patrol runs daily. not only did they stop major threats, they helped out in the community.

the secret ninja force; named by the public such because the ninja are incredibly secretive about their personal lives and identities (which was called for because they are superheroes), consists of six people.

the green ninja is the leader with some weird green power. the water ninja is one of the two tech heavy heroes in the city, having a close resemblance to a samurai while having that ninja aesthetic. the blue (or lightning) ninja earned his title as the human –are they even human?– plasma ball; while the earth ninja could probably throw a whole building at someone. they earned the title of the strongest. the white ninja (a nindroid?) is the master of ice, and probably the most deceiving of them as one of the sweetest people; albeit a little morally grey, you’ll ever meet despite the cold presence he has. then the red ninja is the most open one of the lot, the master of fire and swords –hey, there's a lot of skill before his wielding.

the ninja also had a goddamn flying ship named the destiny’s bounty.

there’s also samurai x, having the largest panel of debate on whether they’re a guy or lady. they’re the other tech heavy hero in ninjago, following in the footsteps of the previous samurai x who later became the water ninja. you have your suspicion that it might be cyrus borg’s daughter and assistant, pixal. (it was one of hell of a ride when you found out that pixal was actually a robot– nindroid despite her human-like appearance. well, the more you know.)

and well, elemental masters aren’t much of a surprise to you –not when your aunt was one. master of something, you don’t remember too well what it was; just that either skylor might inherit it or it would skip her and possibly manifest in her kids. or you might get it, and frankly that would be sick. but it looks like neither of you did, atleast you choose to believe that instead.

you turn, laying on your side and staring out the window, watching the quiet streets and city through the clear glass with an unfocused attention on it. lloyd’s words on his father stuck in your head, you were curious about him.

you heard of all sorts of things about ninjago before moving here, things you chalked up as elaborate stories before he confirmed it all to you.

stories of overthrowing and controlling the realm, bloodlust and a power hungry fight many villains fought to win but inevitably lost in the end. golden weapons and a boy, a devouring evil that could only ever consume; an evil that never rested, a dark lord. and as of more recently, a princess that tried to rise all hell.

when the ninja defeated the overlord –the never resting evil– lloyd’s father, garmadon was freed from the poison and evil he was under because of the dark lord’s influence. once the man was a tyrant and now you hear he is a sensei of a small, tranquil monastery in a small village somewhere near the city. garmadon sought out lloyd and koko, and became the father and husband the evil forced him not to be.

he was a tyrant and then became a father.

you turn again, laying on your back and stare up at the ceiling with zoned out eyes. the whole situation was peculiar, especially if now since garmadon is good; why was lloyd still so mistreated?

no one necessarily needed to say anything about it; you’ve noticed the looks sour faces the nurses, doctors and patients gave him when he was escorting you out of the hospital. you noticed the vaguely visible tension on his face while he kept his guard up when you two were walking to his busted car and the way he looked as though he was expecting the worst.

a defense mechanism, you could tell from the way his eyes were scanning his surroundings; expect the worst so it doesn’t surprise you.

he softened up only when you two got home, back to your place. but despite the lighter atmosphere in the comfort of the car; you didn’t quite feel he was ready enough to answer your question about the ill treatment he was being faced with subtly. maybe that would also explain why he was so scared that something worse could’ve happened to you.

why’d everything need to be so difficult...?

you frowned, looking out the window with now more focused eyes. it’s been a hell of a week– or several if you count the ones you've been in ninjago; and there’s something nagging you to go home where you’d be safe. but, that would throw everything you’ve worked for, the seat at the best university in all the realm– a ticket out of that house. you’d have to stick it out for a while; at the least for your course to finish before you do anything else.

well, even if you leave, you’ll have lloyd’s number this time; a way to contact that greenie (the one thing you wanted so badly since eleven.)

you close your eyes, trying to get some rest again despite half that week you spent in the hospital consisted of you sleeping when lloyd wasn’t (excusing himself to do something work related–not that you’d known him to be employed at the moment). the soft blankets, now warmed by the gentle sun seeping into your room, call you to fall asleep. and you comply wordlessly, willingly.

until there was a knock on your door and a call of your name.

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ kazukazuhas copr. 2023 darling┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

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gotafewtricks · 6 months

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It is I, the silly animal anon. I come bearing more requests such as a centaur!reader with hanzo. I just thought it'd be goofy as hell. I IMAGINE THE VOICE LINE WHERE ORISA TALKS TO HANZO ABOUT HIM RIDING HER INTO BATTLE AND LIKE TRANSFERRING THAT TO READER? 😭😭

Have a nice day. I hope you're doing well in school!

★ "I- What a preposterous thought!"

Glad to see you swing by again :3 I like the animal theme going on; and I hope I did well, especially since I am not very knowledgeable in Greek mythos !! & I'm well, hope you are, too! I'm just stuffy rn due to allergies; and mhm! School's well !!

With how first impressions would go, he'd probably have to blink twice to fully believe what was in front of his eyes. Even if his family sought forth the dragon, and Hanzo's extensive knowledge of his culture's mythos, it'd feel natural for him to think of this as normal—whenever you'll have to call him out on his staring.

So many thoughts would race through the archer's mind right now. Who are you? What are you? Why are you mentioning how his jaw's dropped?

Hanzo would have to compose himself with a quick "ahem"; as he'd clear his throat before he could advance any further. His knowledge on centaurs felt elementary, as he thought about such a topic even more. The marksman would glance over your body, a particular thought humoured him as he'd break into a smirk; before coming to the realization you have your bow firmly in hand, as you'd trot toward him.

He never was one into equestrian sports, as most of his free time during his servitude towards his family included wielding the blade. Now, that is not relevant to him; considering his promise to never even dare touch such a weapon. His bow was his safest option to hone his skills, and to also keep up his job as a mercenary.

"I know what you're thinking," you'd say, breaking him out of his thoughts. "You wish to ride me into battle?"

Prepare for a flustered Hanzo, shaking his head out of pure humiliation that you'd want to point him out like that. Even with his experiences prior did not revolve around the idea of cavalry, he couldn't help but entertain those thoughts his mind was plagued with! Considering he trusted that, due to your heritage, you were also a skilled hunter with the bow, then-

"No, why would you think that? Do I come off as that shallow?" Hanzo would then interject, making up a lie to make himself look as if he wasn't the one red-handed here. "I'd have more respect for..."

With just one knowing grin from you, he'd have to scowl. You won.

You didn't want to just leave him hanging there, though. You did offer your assistance for his idea, of which he tried to make it sound as if you were "doing it out of pity"; but, in reality, you could tell that his eagerness through his body language told you otherwise.

I feel as if Hanzo would know proper etiquette with riding on horseback; I'd say that during his trips throughout Japan, and the world, too, he'd understand a few concepts. You'd really need to teach him and be patient.

He's never really gotten... this excited for a rather childish concept. Do be gentle, if you were to muse your comments with Hanzo and tease him, as it'd make his a bit discouraged on acting more upon these little scenarios. Let him have his fun! Though, please do humble him if he ever gets too high and mighty on his high-horse... aha.

He'd somehow revere your untamed nature, if you exhibited one; being free, and guided by your own motivations and wills. Hanzo would see himself in you, and in a way, there was a beauty of it.

Whenever the two of you got closer, Hanzo would love to do nothing other than run his hands through the course hide of yours; you and him would normally then meet up during the night, the stars blanketing the dark skies.

I'd feel like he'd have a basic understanding of astronomy and astrology respectively, though, once you start talking the alignment of stars and planets, you cannot help but laugh at his confused expression—explaining the different relationships between those bodies.

You'd laugh at how he'd get confused with the different constellations, mumbling to himself about how you got an image of an air pump out of spotted dots. You would then correct him that it was actually "Antila"; but he'd digress. Hanzo would have genuine interest if you were to act so enthusiastic about the study; matching the energy lovingly, being more comfortable with expressing his newfound interest.

Whilst the two of you would train, as much as he would prefer the comfort of solitude, Hanzo would love to gauge at your ability; your specialty as an archer.

He'd hint and hint at wanting to practice his abilities on horseback; making his request subtle; even if you did allow him to ride on you, or if you didn't care. Hanzo still was trying to make sure that you were comfortable, whilst also wanting to fulfill his own curiosities.

You'd make fun of him, calling him a cat with how he'd just tilt his head at you. If you didn't mind the staring, you'd further joke along with him; causing him to always shake his head in embarrassment. Every. Single. Time.

#overwatch x reader #ow x reader #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #centaur reader #x reader #silly animal anon #req #reqs open #gn reader

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sundove88 · 2 months

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Can ya give me some headcannons on each of the watchers?

In general:

They have a hankering for hot and piping foods!

They all see each other as a found family.

Whenever Dark Cacao falls sick, they often bring him blankets and stuff like that so he can feel better.

Caramel Arrow:

She has an entire pile of empty boba cups at the bottom of her watchtower.

She does 10 push ups, 10 sit ups, 10 pull ups, and an entire 5 mile run each day.

She was the one who suggested the idea of the boba machine for her and the watchers’ vacation home.

Crunchy Chip:

His accompanying Cream Wolf has the name of Snowball!

When he was just a baby, he was raised by Cream Wolves- yes, actual Cream Wolves.

He has a plush of a rice cake hound that he carries everywhere for good luck.

Second Watcher/Choco Chunk:

He’s Caramel Arrow’s dad. Enough said.

He taught her how to wield a bow and arrow when she was just a little girl.

He’s got that dad bod from eating so much comfort food over the years!

Bittersweet Dark Cacao Watcher/Bittersweet Coffee:

She enjoys gardening in The Cookie Kingdom, and can walk on a tightrope without fail.

Her favorite hobby is probably writing in her diary and creating beautiful art.

Since she is from the Coffee Tribe, she’s also a skilled baker!

Sugary Dark Cacao Watcher/Swirl Choco:

Just like Choco Chunk, he has a dad bod as well! But he’s also scared of heights.

Cow Choco and Candy Melt (Young Cookie From The Mountains) are his kids.

He also enjoys doing embroidery and making beautiful patterns on pillows.

Swift Dark Cacao Warrior/Cow Choco:

One of his favorite sports is soccer, and he is pretty skinny for a watcher his age.

Whenever he visits the Cookie Kingdom, he tries his best to find healthy options.

He often turns to Gianduja for advice when things get muddy.

Cautious Dark Cacao Watcher/Gianduja Choco:

The eldest of the watchers, and everyone sees him as a grandpa or dad- especially Bittersweet Coffee.

The other watchers and even Dark Cacao turn to him for friendly advice.

Despite his age, he’s still as strong as he was when in his youth!

Gatekeeper Cookie/Couverture Choco:

Arguably the chubbiest of the Watchers, and probably one of the fattest cookies on Earthbread.

Whenever the weather gets cold outside, he often lets the other watchers cuddle up to him.

And he’s actually got quite the gut when his armor is removed!

Peanut Butter Choco:

He’s childhood friends with Cow Choco, and both of them enjoy playing video games from time to time.

His favorite food is spicy peanut noodles, which is obvious.

He is a surprisingly good gymnast, and can often squeeze into tight spots.

Cube Choco:

The second eldest of the watchers, and he often likes to comb out his beard.

He also loves being called Grandpa or dad by the other Watchers.

He loves making beautiful toys in his spare time for the kids of the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

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science-lings · 9 months

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What do you say to a giving a little more lore on the priestesses AU?

I WOULD LOVE TO

first of all, some things need to be adjusted for totk, and that means I have to share a different theory that I have that's kind of independent from the priestesses au.

The idea that the Zonai weren't the only race that disappeared. I think that probably at the same time as the Zonai there were a race that lived almost exclusively in the depths and were able to manipulate the darkness. (see Thypho ruins in botw) they could be what form the ancient hero took, (bc that magical fursuit does not look like any zonai we know, the tail, the ears, the hair, etc...)

That way there could still be a connection to the Twili, (also since Midna's and Zant's helmets are down there). It really bothered me that the Zonai suddenly came from the sky and looked like goat people and what little we knew about them was shattered. But if there were a race that cooperated with the Zonai in the depths, a mirrored world of the surface, blanketed in pitch darkness, that may have disappeared alongside them, and after thousands of years had been forgotten entirely, that makes sense to me.

The priestesses au is largely centered around creating a backstory for the three elemental dragons in botw, and so totk... made me have to make more changes for it to make sense. Originally the AU was supposed to happen a hundred years after the first calamity, like how botw happens a century after the second and final calamity. The plot was going to be that just like in the future, even with all the tech and the might of the champions and the princess and the hero, the calamity still wasn't quite sealed. It still had influence and a wanting to take the triforce from its chosen guardians.

But in totk the whole idea of the dragons was kind of explained (though I'm not sure if the dragons appeared in any past cutscenes or if Zelda was kind of 'the first'. I have a feeling due to the abundance of massive skeletal remains, the dragons aren't as immortal as they seem and there were more of them than just the four that we know about)

So, that just means that I now have a method of how the priestesses became the dragons. Perhaps after Ganondorf was sealed, more secret stones were discovered and given to those of extraordinary power, or perhaps they were just a last resort to keep the sacred springs and the goddesses that they represented safe. There was a reason calamity ganon tried to take over Naydra (Zelda) but wasn't able to fully control her. Her divinity was too much to turn her into a threat against Link. I have a feeling he would've tried to go after the other dragons but after the first one, knew it was a losing battle.

Or, they could be the reason draconification was banned in the first place and they turned before Hyrule was even a kingdom. Perhaps there used to be nine secret stones (Rauru/Zelda's- Light/Time, Sonia/Ganondorfs- Time/Gloom, Sages- Lightning, Fire, Wind, and Water, plus three more for the dragon trio) and the Zonai, who wanted to keep the secret stones within reach, banned the practice. After all, dragons don't really do much other than vibe and a secret stone is much more useful to have available.

Now, enough of that, it's kinda boring, let's get to the good shit, I want to talk about Ravio being the equilibrium between darkness and light, out of the rest of his siblings, he's the one who takes on the most 'twili' traits, he has the greatest grasp over darkness, which he uses to conceal his face, and his hair glows the brightest. And he's the one chosen to wield the sword that seals the darkness. I think it's important to note how the character of Link as the hero is always kind of a sponge of the magic and people around him, so Ravio is no different. He's the balance of the darkness and the light, and the magic prowess and the skill with a sword that it's important for the hero to have.

Every other character has a more clear delineation of skills, they have more extreme strengths and weaknesses but Ravio is made to be a little more adaptable, he is the duality that is needed to be the hero. He knows when to run and hide in the shadows, and he knows when to fight. He just has to learn that his nature of being a jack of all trades is a good thing rather than being disappointed that he can't seem to get good at one specific thing like all the people around him.

thanks for letting me go on a tangent, however, I am still open to more instigation lmao, my typing fingers aren't tired yet

#golden priestesses au #priestesses au #ask andromeda #priestesses au Ravio

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nightclimes · 9 days

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and of course. ashe au

b a s i c s

Name: Elizabeth cen Ashe

Nicknames: Ashe, Calamity

Age: 35 in ARR; 41-42 post-Endwalker

Nameday: 1st sun of the fifth umbral moon (1st October)

Race: Garlean (Midlander Hyur)

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual + Homoromantic

Profession: Smuggler, gang leader, rebel

p h y s i c a l a s p e c t s

Hair: White.

Eyes: Red. She lacks the Garlean third eye, as have all girls born into the family since the Empire rose to prominence. Visibly, anyway.

Skin: Pale.

Tattoos/scars: Rose and thorn briar that follows her left wrist to her upper arm and ends at her ribs. A smattering of scars from various physical altercations; some surface deep and others lasting, but nothing overly serious.

f a m i l y

Parents: Her biological parents (both goe) were more interested in their arms business and standing in the Empire than they were in her and Ashe was left to be raised by conscripted aan in the provinces. They disowned her when she was eighteen; Ashe views them with contempt and scorn and considers Bob to be her true family.

Siblings: None.

Grandparents: Long dead.

In-laws and Other: Bob, the lost Hrothgar who raised her, is the one she views most as family. Her gang gets the same consideration, but Bob is the one she cannot function without.

Pets: None. Her parents were more interested in their dog than they were in her and that kind of reminder chafes.

s k i l l s

Abilities: Business minded and calculating, she enjoys outwitting her opponents, and the thrill of getting away with it is why she keeps doing it. Incredibly skilled at firearms as a machinist, and enjoys igniting things - it's about the explosion. Whilst she primarily wields revolvers she is practiced in Bozjan gunbreaker style, because Bob taught her. She has a rudimentary understanding of magic that she has not pursued (she has suspicions over the whole altered third eye thing), but has put to use with the aforementioned fire.

Hobbies: Running heists, smuggling, attention seeking, priding herself on having the exact item you need at the right time for the right price... these are valid hobbies. Others include vices. Also extremely valid hobbies.

t r a i t s

Most Positive Trait: Aggressive and blunt, but she has the ability to back up her claims. She is incurably loyal to those that mean something to her, and expects the same of others in her circle. So long as it's going her way and you follow her lead, she is absolutely the type of person you want at your side in a fight.

Most Negative Trait: If it's not going her way Ashe quickly loses her cool. She is impatient of others and the games that they play and her fuse is incredibly short. It's easy for her emotions to rule her. Infamy is kindling to her. She is also crushingly sentimental, often to her detriment. Overindulges, at times. She yearns and yearns hard.

l i k e s

Colors: Reds and blacks.

Smells: Roses, summer heat, clean linen, whatever Bob is making for dinner.

Textures: Soft downey blankets, rich flavours.

Drinks: Aromatic coffees, whiskeys, red wines.

o t h e r d e t a i l s

Smokes: When she's under duress or annoyed. Which is often.

Drinks: She prefers liquors and spirits but if she wants to get drunk she picks wines. She is a very emotional drunk and gets hung up on her past very easily.

Drugs: Not really. There's a measure of control over her faculties she prefers to keep.

Mount Issuance: Motorbike. Many, many motorbikes.

Been Arrested: when the Hells freeze over.

#ashe au #i have given this way too much thought lmao #bob being a hroth and being entirely loyal to her just makes sense.#the province in question was dalmasca because there is something poetically ironic about the ashes being stationed there #i also think they were involved in prototypes of black rose. this seems like something they would do

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pessimisticshapewithablog · 1 year

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Beware the Red Crown..

Art

As a combatant, Woollo primarily uses curses and high damage weapons to deal with foes. She wear the fleece of the glass meaning she has less starting health during crusades. She uses Death's Attendent as a melee weapon. Ratau was the one to teach her how to use a battle staff, she uses these skills to wield her scythe.

Design

This is an old design for Mina, with nonexistent arm and leg wool. And also bangs.

Story wise, Mina doesn't begin using the crown cloak until well after she supplants TOWW. Due to mounting insecurities and her emotional state, the red crown becomes a protective security blanket. Mina believed that bearing Red crown was the only thing that defined her worth as a person(creature?). She literally wears the crown as a badge of office, or something.

Crown cloak

The black and red 'crown' cloak was inspired by Julith's cloak from 'Dofus – Book 1: Julith'. I noticed the the red crown takes on a liquid state when morphing into weapons and applied to her fleece/cloak. Mina can use it to attack, grab objects, act as a shield and serve as a multidimensional Bag of Holding. This is where she stores resources while crusading. I like to imagine this is a very advanced crown ability that Mina developed on her own. This way she can hide her status as a crown bearer from those who hunt for heavenly crowns....

Abilities

The crown cloak can be controlled by Mina subconsciously. While malleable it is finite and has a limited range and reach. If it recives too much heavy damage it will revert back into its crown form.

Mina uses this cloak as a catalyst to super charge curses for increased damage. She can also use it as a prison. When in serious combat the cloak will lose the scalloped edges. Mina is too focused on surviving to be concerned with aesthetics.

On all levels except physical, the red crown still adorns Mina's brow. A metaphysical manifestation of the red crown can occasionally be seen atop he head. A writhing mass of energy and eyes...

Reference(s)

#cult of the lamb #cotl #my post #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl fanart #cotl oc #cult of the lamb oc #feel free to ask me about her!#my art

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pesterloglog · 4 months

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Jade Harley, Dave Strider

Act 6, page 6383-6387

JADE: her imperious condescension has duly noted your ridiculous tantrum

JADE: now take your welsh sword

DAVE: why

JADE: since you have obviously been identified as the one who must deal english his fatal blow we will need to make sure you are battle ready

JADE: and you do not seem very battle ready to me dave

JADE: show me what you can do

DAVE: wait since when could you use a sword

DAVE: also

DAVE: whats up with that dumb sword

JADE: i will not hear another word of such appalling slander about this fine weapon

JADE: its colorful and its silly and its a sword

JADE: end of story

JADE: as for why i can wield it, i surpassed the need for a strife specibus quite some time ago

DAVE: how

JADE: havent you climbed any more god tiers over the last few years?

JADE: what were you even doing on that meteor

DAVE: ohh

DAVE: yeah no

DAVE: i climbed a few yeah

JADE: what badges do you have on your kiddie camper handysash?

DAVE: which ones do you have

JADE: i asked you first

DAVE: show me your badges and you can see mine

DAVE: i want to scope out this universal specibus badge that sounds pretty cool actually

JADE: dave

JADE: we both know neither the kiddie camper handysash nor the badges sewn onto it are real objects

DAVE: oh yeah

DAVE: its pretty easy to forget sometimes tho

JADE: yeah...

DAVE: i think were getting sidetracked by the kiddie camper shit

DAVE: are you really suggesting that we do an actual sword fight right now

DAVE: like for training purposes

JADE: why not?

JADE: our empress can hardly have a knight with such rusty combat skills in her service

DAVE: will you cut it out with the evil jade baloney

DAVE: im not going to fight you

DAVE: my rooftop dueling days are OVER

JADE: en garde!

DAVE: ugh

DAVE: even if we just went balls out jackass BANANAS with our swords here i mean realistically how much appreciable advancement in my battle skills would even result from that

DAVE: are you actually thinking this through or just going through the vaguely nefarious motions that come with the territory of being evildog!jade

JADE: im gonna go through the vaguely nefarious motions of kicking your ass in a minute if you dont put up your dukes!!!

DAVE: yeah you probably will

DAVE: youll probably annihilate me worse than my bro used to

DAVE: dont you have all of your dogs insane powers and like

DAVE: god tier space powers on top of all that

DAVE: how exactly am i supposed to compete with that

JADE: by using your time trickery!

JADE: come on dave do your timey thing

JADE: get creative, make lots of copies of yourself or something... outsmart me!

DAVE: no!

JADE: yes!!!

DAVE: ok here i go

JADE: !!!!!

DAVE: wait

DAVE: nah

JADE: grrr

JADE: dave, just try a little time travel to get this fight started

JADE: see look, one of your time doubles is surely predestined to come from a few minutes in the future and appear behind me for a surprise attack, riiiight about...

JADE: now!

JADE: ...

JADE: no wait

JADE: riiiiiiiiiight...

JADE: ...

JADE: NOW!

JADE: ....

JADE: .....

JADE: dave why is your future self being such a wet blanket

DAVE: i told you

DAVE: im not time traveling

DAVE: i think im giving it up for good actually

JADE: :\

DAVE: im serious

DAVE: the thing is

DAVE: being a time guy

DAVE: like actually MASTERING time travel

DAVE: im pretty sure what that involves is

DAVE: learning to never use it

DAVE: see its like karate

DAVE: well

DAVE: its more like what they SAY about karate

DAVE: that you learn it so you dont use it

DAVE: but i mean we all know the truth about karate is if you know karate then obviously in reality you use it all the time

DAVE: like doing lethal fuckin crane kicks and sweet karate chops while walking down the street just cause you can

DAVE: its a god damn no brainer thats what you do with karate

DAVE: but see with time travel

DAVE: all the stuff about learning it so you dont have to use it is true

DAVE: theres no good that can come of it

DAVE: you can crunch the logic on the loops all you want

DAVE: but all youre doing is painting yourself into a corner

DAVE: creating inevitabilities you have to rehearse and enact or face death for yourself or everyone you know

DAVE: and sometimes facing death is the very inevitability you have to rehearse

DAVE: and then you wait and wait knowing its coming and knowing it has to happen

DAVE: how do you think it made me feel when we were gathering up all those frogs

DAVE: and i knew the whole time in a little while you would have to watch me get shot

DAVE: but i couldnt say anything or it would mess it all up

DAVE: all cause i thought it would be cool to be marty mcfuckin fly

DAVE: but instead of shredding johnny b goode on guitar to get my parents to bang

DAVE: my crowning performance was doing a funny dance while getting pumped full of lead

JADE: ......

DAVE: then i had to leave everyone behind and get into the delorean and return to the 1980s

DAVE: but the delorean was actually a big purple moon

DAVE: and the 1980s was me accidentally reaching god tier and living on a shitty meteor for a while

DAVE: and i guess rose was doc brown

DAVE: doc brown accidentally reached god tier too

DAVE: ok i guess this is where the analogy falls apart but you get what i mean

JADE: sorry dave, you lost me there after the part where i shot you

DAVE: damn

DAVE: ok lemme start over

JADE: omg, no!

JADE: the fact is youre going to have to rely on those powers if you want to stand any chance against a lord of time

JADE: it is safe to expect he can only be challenged by someone with a similar command over the aspect

DAVE: why is that safe to expect

DAVE: where are all these presumptions coming from

DAVE: if you can use swords why dont you take the welsh cueball sword and fight him yourself

DAVE: i bet you could fuck him up

DAVE: youre probably even more extra strong now that youve succumbed to the bark side

DAVE: did you ever think about that

JADE: dave i am perfectly aware of the awesome powers granted to me by the bark side

JADE: it does not matter

JADE: i cant be the one to wield your sword against english

JADE: it has to be you

JADE: it is the will of the empress, and thats final

DAVE: the empress can suck it

DAVE: i have no intention of fighting him

DAVE: and this isnt even me pulling more lame self aware reluctant hero junk

DAVE: i am just straight up not going to do it

DAVE: see thats not reluctance its just petulant refusal on my part

DAVE: reluctant hero shit is when the guys like aw shucks i dunno if i wanna but deep down we all know he really does

DAVE: but i really dont

DAVE: why should i

DAVE: i dont give a damn about lord english or his nebulous atrocities out in nowherespace

DAVE: what kind of villain is someone you never met who hardly did anything evil to you or your friends directly

DAVE: or even to anyone in your universe for that matter other than through some vague insidious influence

DAVE: who even is this guy and why should i hate him

DAVE: am i really supposed to be pissed off at a green muscle monster i never met

DAVE: cause i aint pissed off at no muscle monster

DAVE: hell wasnt he in some ass backwards way responsible for us existing in the first place?

DAVE: or all of humanity for that matter??

DAVE: maybe i should thank him before chopping him up via welshscalibur

JADE: jeez you sure have some issues

JADE: honestly it has become very tiresome listening to this sort of thing

JADE: i thought davesprite had problems

JADE: his issues i could kind of understand

JADE: i thought you might be different, being the alpha dave and all

JADE: but no

JADE: you might be even more messed up inside than he was!

DAVE: what

DAVE: why are you dragging that guy into this

DAVE: what happened with you and him anyway

JADE: none of your business >:p

DAVE: it kind of is

DAVE: hes bird me

DAVE: that clearly means i have a right to know

JADE: that doesnt make any sense!

DAVE: you said he had issues

DAVE: what issues

JADE: augh!

JADE: forget i mentioned it

DAVE: was he talking shit about me the whole time or something

DAVE: i know he resents me for being the real dave

JADE: dont say that, you arent the real dave!

JADE: well you are, but phrasing it like that is so mean!

JADE: hes just as real as you, and when you imply he isnt you sound like a jerk!!!

DAVE: man i knew it

DAVE: i knew he was poisoning your view of me all those years

DAVE: and i wasnt there to say anything or defend against his slander so now of course you think im a neurotic douche

JADE: THE ONLY REASON I THINK YOURE A NEUROTIC DOUCHE IS BECAUSE YOURE ACTING LIKE ONE NOW!!!

DAVE: yeah but i only started acting like a neurotic douche like half way through this conversation

DAVE: you clearly had an axe to grind with me from the start and i want to know why

DAVE: what did i ever do to deserve this shit from you

JADE: YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!!!!

DAVE: what

DAVE: i did

DAVE: when

JADE: ok not you

JADE: davesprite did

JADE: BUT YOURE BASICALLY THE SAME GUY!

DAVE: whoa no way

DAVE: thats such an unfair characterization we are completely different dudes

JADE: you just said you had a right to know what happened between us because, and i quote, "hes bird me"

DAVE: no i know

DAVE: i was playing the "hes bird me" card because it was convenient to whatever it was i was saying at the time

DAVE: i forget what point i was making when i said that

JADE: *growl*

DAVE: but thats not the point im making now

DAVE: he and me are just

DAVE: crazy different yo

DAVE: hes got fuckin wings!!!

DAVE: he also presumably takes a dump and lays eggs out of the same ghostly hole

DAVE: ...

DAVE: ew man whyd i have to go there

JADE: *SNARL*

DAVE: ok if he broke up with you or whatever that was because of his dumb bird issues not my issues

DAVE: theres no way i would have done that to you

DAVE: my issues are totally different and probably way more serious

DAVE: i dont see anyone ordering him to master time travel or trying to pawn brittle welsh swords off on him do you

DAVE: nobody is telling him hes got to murder the incredible hulk

DAVE: did you tell him hes got to murder the incredible hulk jade

DAVE: no i think not

JADE: *sigh*

JADE: dave, i did my best to put all this behind me a long time ago

JADE: i did not come here to dredge up any of this drama with you

JADE: besides, such behavior is unbecoming of her condescensions loyal subordinates

JADE: you can be stubborn all you want, but i will force you to comply with her wishes one way or another

JADE: it will be quite easy actually

JADE: all i have to do is target the people you care about most

DAVE: hey

DAVE: what are you doing

DAVE: dont you dare touch the mayor

JADE: he is a very cute mayor

JADE: it therefore pains me to have to do this

DAVE: GET AWAY FROM HIM!

#homestuck #jade harley #dave strider #homestuck act 6 #page 6383 #page 6384 #page 6385 #page 6386 #page 6387 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 1

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Hey, professor! A while ago I saw a Flabébé with a match book, and I know that they draw power from the things they hold so I am a bit concerned about her accidentally starting a fire. Should I leave around secured and covered candles for her? Also what do you think the chances of convincing her to use electric candles when she evolves are? I’ve already introduced myself to her, if that helps?

Would you try to convince a Braixen to use a non-fire style of fighting, or a charmander to snuff its flame for the sake of safety? It's what they do, we cannot penalise something for being different to the norm, we can only embrace it.

This Flabebe just has a different set of wants and potentially skills. Treat them like a fire type, take precautions, buy an extinguisher or fire blanket, but also, encourage them to take safe steps towards their potential variant nature.

Start small. If they can master a smokescreen, or perhaps even an ember at a push, then theres a good chance they can wield fire effectively. If you have no prior experience with fire types, then perhaps find someone who does, or maybe befriend them (don't catch necessarily, if they don't want that) and take them to a pokemon who may be able to aid their training and skills. Of course worry for the safety of others, they could start a fire sure, same as any actual fire type, or even any human. But thats where practice and fire safety comes into play. They gotta know whats ok and not ok, whats dangerous, pokemon usually know this more than we do tbh, so shouldn't be a big issue. Just teach em, talk to them, see if they want to expand their knowledge, or skills. Trying to light candles without touching them may be a wonderful starting point, that perhaps you could help them achieve. It's a case of either aiding them yourself, or finding a local wild pokemon who could do the job. They may not know what to do but they have a want, and it should be nurtured. Are they locally wild or? Whats the environment they're in like? Might be worth keeping an eye on them if you have dry weather and woodland, but also teaching will help. Pokemon aren't usually stupid, certainly don't want to set fire to their own home normally.

#idk what to say #just be safe #fire type work is the fastest way to A&E #can attest to that #pokemon #prof.peach

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By the time I woke up, it was way past noon. Having returned in the middle of the night to collapse in bed, utterly exhausted, it was no wonder that I’d ended up sleeping in. As I lifted my upper body, my entire body ached.

“Ughh… I feel like death.”

- Peep.

Chirpie was rolling around on top of the blanket, having arrived at some point. Soon after, the door opened and Peace came in. Trotting over silently, he leaped up and landed on top of the bed. Rubbing the side of his ears and neck against my leg, he flopped over to show me his stomach.

- Kiiyang!

“Yes, yes, Peace. Did you sleep well too.”

After petting Peace, I got up from the bed. Since the house was quiet, it seemed that both Yoohyun and Yerim were out. They must have a lot to do, because of what had happened the day before. While Yoohyunie hadn’t done anything much, it seemed almost certain that Yerimie would end up having to pay a fine.

‘Though it was Sung Hyunjae who had the biggest hand in things.’

Even thinking of it now, the wastefulness was still a shame.

I washed up, fed the kids, and made something simple for myself as well. When I turned on the TV and brought up the channel that showed Hunter-related material, a story covering last night’s events was playing. It was mentioned that the boat had sank, but nowhere was it mentioned that it was Sung Hyunjae’s doing.

“...why is Yerimie over there.”

Yerim could be seen floating over the ocean, apparently having been roped into aiding the relief efforts at the scene of the incident. Yerimie’s skills would indeed be useful for things like picking up debris or cleaning up oil spills. Maybe she had been ordered to do community service, instead of being put on probation. Since it would also help bolster her image, it was a good solution. The Association had done well taking care of things.

The new cell phone I’d gotten had unread messages from Yoohyun and Yerim, saying that they would be heading out first. After replying to let them know I’d just woken up and that they should make sure to eat well for lunch, I looked at my contacts list. Owing to prior experience, I had gotten in the habit of regularly backing up my phone data, so the contacts list was the same as it had been before.

[Damn Skill]

Did I have to change it too now. I closed the page for the time being after mulling it over.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to do well, Peace.”

- Krrrng.

I petted Peace as he leaned onto my lap. I didn’t regret it, but I was apprehensive. How much would I be able to do.

“I’m still lacking a lot, after all.”

I had done this and that with quite a bit of confidence up till now. But it was mostly because I was putting my skill forward, and not myself.

Fear resistance became my armor, and the coveted skills my weapon. And when push came to shove, I would wield myself like a tool. ‘Item,’ ‘prize,’ ‘bait.’ Things that would be thrown away once they became useless. Since that was one way I could simultaneously keep myself a step removed(1) from the situation.

Since that was more comfortable. Even when the fear resistance wasn’t a factor, I unconsciously found myself leaning that way.

Since I was truly useless, trouble-making trash that was better off gone.

Though now, I wasn’t sure if that was really the case when I thought about it. At the very least, I didn’t think there’d been an instance where I’d caused anyone great harm while unprovoked. Though it wasn’t as though I hadn’t done anything worthy of criticism. I had still lied. But trying to ruin someone indiscriminately, I didn’t think I had been quite that level of trash.

But my opinion was irrelevant. When even three people conspiring were enough to get a baseless rumor going(2), there was nothing I could do when everyone around me said I was the one in the wrong.

I had planned on just leaving it be. Since it was predictable, and I was used to it. Five years had been more than enough for that.

“...though it probably won’t change easily.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned off the fear resistance passive. When I had it off, and even when I had it on, I tried not to think unnecessary thoughts. Since there were many things that were better off being forgotten. Whether for good or ill, I was well accustomed to burying those away as well.

But I decided to face them for the moment.

I opened the contacts page on my phone and looked at the listing again. Damn Skill. As soon as I read that, a chill crawled down my spine. Without the fear resistance on, alarm took over as the monumentality of what I had done yesterday hit me. Me. As if I could actually do anything.

- Krrrng.

- Chirp.

Peace looked up at me worriedly, apparently having noticed that my condition was off. Chirpie let out a soft cry as well.

“...it’s okay. It’s not okay, but it’s okay.”

So what if I was scared. So what if I was fearful. Wasn’t this normal. If anything, this much was excusable. Who did you think the other party was. Even as I comforted myself while justifying my response, my hands still shook.

Would it be better to try to take it back, even now. Saying that I wanted to stand on equal footing with the Sesaeng Guild Leader, anyone who heard that would’ve said it was crazy. A F-rank who had been rolling along the ground, and a S-rank who stood at the top of the world. It was absolutely absurd, and unthinkable.

The me from before the Return and the me now were different. But even then, the memories from back then made my breath hitch. The way people had insulted and degraded me came back so clearly, it felt like I was about to start laughing.

While my breathing was quickened, the phone suddenly rang. I was so startled that I almost dropped it. Replacing ‘Damn Skill’ on the screen was ‘Dongsaeng.’ My hand still trembled as I answered the phone.

[I just saw your text. My phone was outside, while we were testing some of the items that MKC had handed over. Did you eat?]

“Ah, yeah.”

I coughed to clear the hoarseness from my voice. Immediately, a worried voice came back.

[Did you catch a cold? Should I bring medicine?]

“No, it’s okay. There’s medicine at home too. Did you eat lunch?”

[Yeah. Maybe I should’ve gone back home for lunch. Ah, Hunter Park Yerim probably won’t be very reachable for a while. Since she should be above the ocean by now.]

“I saw it on TV. Did the Association say anything to you?”

[No. Since the principal offender was the Seseung Guild Leader. He got off with a fine and three days of probation.]

“Though I don’t know how much the fine was, three days of probation seems pretty light.”

[Since no good would come out of leaving a S-rank Hunter with leisure time to play around. But since he would be difficult to order around, too, it’s more advantageous to just issue a large fine.]

“That’s true. Getting on the Seseung Guild Leader’s bad side would just mean things would get even more difficult for Section Chief Song Taewon. It’s good that the Association didn’t get too greedy. I wonder how much they managed to get, it would be nice if it was a pretty hefty chunk.”

I felt my heart finally relax after having shrunken earlier. A light smile came to rest on my lips. Whosoever dongsaeng it was, even his voice was pleasant to listen to. He really was an amazing, my dongsaeng.

“...say, Yoohyun-ah.”

[Hm?]

What if I’d made the wrong choice. What if the choice I made ended up causing you harm again.

I opened my mouth, then closed it. There wasn’t an actual need to ask. Because even if I messed up or failed, my dongsaeng would be at my side. To the end.

“Thanks.”

[For what?]

“Just, everything.”

All of it. I adjusted my hold on the phone with hands that had finally stopped shaking.

“Because you’re with me, I’m grateful. Yoohyun-ah.”

A moment of silence, then Yoohyun spoke.

[...I’m the one that’s grateful, hyung. To have you by my side.]

It was embarrassing to hear those words from my dongsaeng, even though I had said them as well. After exchanging a few more words, we hung up, and a text arrived immediately after.

“Just now would have been the perfect mood to hand over the watch.”

I mumbled out loud, then smiled. Suddenly tickled, I even laughed out loud as I tapped on the phone screen. I typed on the keyboard without any hesitation.

[Business Partner-ssi]

Now, then.

‘I should start by reorganizing the breeding facility.’

The building as well as this place were my property, but I had been hands-off in my dealings with them till now. Outside of the tenants, everything from protecting the building to cleaning it was seen to by guilds from outside. As things stood, even if my name was on the deed to the property, I was basically just Tenant #1.

But I was planning to start exercising my authority now. Though it would be hard to change everything at once, to fix things bit by bit.

“...people I can trust.”

People who hadn’t betrayed me, but who still tossed me away. The memory of a phone call I had made to one of those people came up. Unconsciously biting my lip, I quickly turned the fear resistance back on as my insides churned.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t curious about how they were doing now. Part of me wanted to see them. But I had buried all of it. Because I didn’t have the confidence that I would be able to endure things a second time.

They were all low-ranked people, like me. Unlike Yoohyunie or Yerimie, Myungwoo, or Noah and the rest, they were people who didn’t have strong or rare skills, who would easily be forgotten. Because of that, I had distanced myself and pretended to forget too.

‘I’ll just have to meet them and see.’

Even if they wouldn’t have any involvement in my matters now, let’s at least go see them. Continuing to soothe the pinpricks in my chest, I sent a smile to Peace and Chirpie as they stared unabashedly at me.

“Eventually, it should be okay even without the fear resistance, right.”

It would be too much to ask for it to be an instantaneous development. ‘It all depends on how much I put into it,’ that was a load of bullshit. If that was the case, I wouldn’t have even Returned. But by making a decision, I could at least make a start.

And since the Awakening Centers didn’t exist yet, they would be un-Awakened at the moment. At any rate, I didn’t remember any of them saying that they were going to try using an Awakening Broke……

“Ah.”

Park Hayool. There was that guy. I’d meant to check in on him afterwards, but I’d pushed it off and then completely forgotten, as it’d gotten mixed up with all the things I didn’t want to remember. I felt a bit sorry, but he was probably working hard and living well since I’d managed to save him.

SNS… The messages were too backlogged. I went onto Park Hayool’s social media accounts, but the updates had stopped. Had something happened. It wouldn’t happen to be something like, he hadn’t managed to avoid fate and passed away, right. Now worried, I pulled up a search engine and looked up Park Hayool. Old headlines started popping up up one by one.

[Rookie Actor Park Hayool, Arrested After Being Discovered Hiding In Seseung Co. Hospital’s Special Research Department]

[Park Hanyool, Caught Causing A Scene In Front Of The Monster Breeding Facility]

[A Celebrity Obsessed With Hunters? What Are Park Hayool’s Intentions?]

…it looked like I’d messed up. Since no one else was aware of my relationship with Park Hayool, to other people it would just seem as if someone who’d become obsessed with Hunters was having an episode. And the incidents being spread out over multiple locations like the breeding facility, Haeyeon, and Seseung meant that the news was even more unlikely to reach me.

I was wondering if I should contact him right then, when one of the relatively newer headlines caught my eye.

[Park Hayool, Contract with China’s KBayContents]

Eh? Why suddenly China. Looking at the headline, it seemed unlikely that he was even in the country. China had become almost completely closed off once the Dungeons had started appearing, so there was little opportunity for exchange, particularly in the entertainment realm. Even if I didn’t know the specifics, China’s market situation had been on the news a few times.

“Communication with Yoon-yoon got cut off after going to China, and now Park Hayool too……”

Well, in his case, it was that he’d moved companies altogether, but still. I had a bad feeling about it. For now, I left a simple greeting on Park Hayool’s SNS’s account via the messaging system. It was light, only mentioning that I’d just happened to think of him after our meeting before, in case China was monitoring its SNS systems.

‘What should I do about Yoon-yoon.’

Reflexively, Sung Hyunjae came to mind. But I couldn’t just ask him for favors or rely on him the way I’d done before. For now--even if it wasn’t just me, and I had Haeyeon’s help--it would be difficult to do anything in China, so it might have to wait until later. The probability of something going wrong with the Dokkaebi King was low.

But as soon as I thought ‘let’s look for people on this side first,’ the first thing that came to mind again was Sung Hyunjae. Since he would be able to find them immediately after just putting in a word, it really had been incredibly convenient, shit. I’d gotten too used to it in the meanwhile. But this much was something I could handle myself. Having a certain amount of personal information already meant that I could put in a request with either Do Hamin or a competent private detective agency.

Leave my head, Sung Hyunjae. And then the phone rang as soon as I thought that.

Business Partner-ssi, you didn’t happen to read my mind perchance, right.

“What is it, though you should be on probation right now.”

[I have occasion to make an appointment with my Partner(3).]

Making an appointment. Such a formal approach felt strange. I hadn’t been given much personal space up till now. He would barge in or call me out as he pleased.

I told him to go ahead, and he answered. It was none other than the business related to the Dungeon that had appeared in Japan.

“Readjusting the shares? Why are you suddenly going back on your word. We’d already come to an agreement.”

[I was making a deal with my Item, at the time. If Han Yoojin-goon takes seventy percent, then around fifty of that would go to Haeyeon, but it was adequate since it would’ve been around fifty if I included my Item’s worth. But that’s not the case anymore, as you know.]

“Haeyeon also backed off from using the slime Dungeon as bait, when we didn’t have to. Over a simple brokerage fee, you’re being too greedy.”

[The brokering wasn’t simple. Sending over a S-rank Hunter, and we also took care of setting up future plans. And, unlike before, we’ll need to receive a briefing at the very least. About the objective and potential profits, that much should be disclosed if we’re to be collaborating together.]

…he wasn’t wrong, so I couldn’t make a retort. It wasn’t as though we’d drawn up a formal contract. I’d been too trusting and naïve. When I remained silent, a low laugh sounded from over the phone.

[I could always put things back, if you wish.]

“That’s unnecessary. Since it’ll have to be after you’re done with probation, then it should be around three days. I’ll be waiting.”

[Then I shall prepare a meeting place. Don’t come wearing your usual attire. My advice would be to recruit professional consultation. Since you can’t remain indebted to Haeyeon indefinitely, and since you’re responsible for more than just yourself.]

That would’ve been said with Yoo Myungwoo, Seok Haeyan Team, and Noah in mind. Seok Haeyan Team would also be reporting on their results after their field testing concluded, so I’d have to pay closer attention to them.

“I’ll be sure to engrave your advice into my heart.”

[Then I’ll be seeing you later, Han Yoojin-ssi.]

The call ended. Han Yoojin-ssi, the address felt unfamiliar, despite being something I’d heard a few times already. More than that, how much was he planning on taking. Would it be fifty percent after all. …that would be gentlemanly. He’d probably try to extort more the moment he saw the opportunity. Doing this without any warning, that crook. Don’t apply it retroactively.

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I went outside, intending to go find Do Hamin. Since he’d pitched a fit about how the hamsters got stressed, I left Peace and only took Chirpie with me. The moment I stepped outside the building, Noah flew down, having caught sight of me.

“Did yesterday end up alright?”

With how exhausted I’d been last night, it hadn’t even occurred to me to check up on him. At my question, Noah nodded his head.

“Yes. There were no problems… But Myungwoo hyung seemed to be a bit upset.”

“Myungwoo was?”

“When we went into the Forge, the atmosphere was pretty scary.”

Scary. That wasn’t something I’d expect to hear. The ambiance in Myungwoo’s Forge was the opposite of that. The sound of the woods and fire crackling together blended together soothingly, and with a dapple of sunlight, it felt like a scene set in a fairy tale.

“It was a basement.”

“What?”

“We moved into a wide basement, but the location itself was ordinary.”

So there was a basement there too. Noah hunched his shoulders a bit as he recounted the previous day’s events.

“Since there were a bunch of high-rank Hunters, it inevitably became unruly. There were people who wanted to leave, and some who were picking fights with others around them.”

I had been worried about that to begin with. It’d been iffy whether they’d be able to handle that many Hunters, even with Ismoire there. But I’d thought it’d be fine, since Myungwoo could just eject any troublemakers as the owner, and that would be the end of that.

“Myungwoo hyung, who had been watching all this, coldly ordered all of them to shut up and sit down.”

…this time, never mind being unexpected, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would go.

“Um, it seems like you would’ve encountered quite a bit of resistance though.”

No matter how well-behaved they had to act before their weapons maker, that wasn’t the kind of thing high-ranking Hunters would just let pass. It might have been possible if it had just been A-ranks, but there were several S-ranks mixed in too. Noah nodded at my words.

“Yes. There were some who even completely unsheathed their weapons. But Ismoire appeared then. Flames whirled, and then the people holding their weapons were sent flying in an instant. As if they were nothing, even though they were S-rank Hunters.”

Noah told me that Ismoire seemed to be around SS-rank. Though the last time I’d seen him, he had seemed to be at least A-rank, maybe roughly about the level of a S-rank. .

“The flames were overwhelmingly peremptory. To the point where Myungwoo hyung, who was controlling them like it was nothing, felt a bit frightening as well. We were able to leave the Forge soon after when we were rescued, but Myungwoo hyung seemed faintly displeased the whole while.”

It’ll probably be good if Yoojin-ssi checked in on him, said Noah. He mentioned that Myungwoo hadn’t been to the smithy inside the building all day. Even though he’s almost never missed a check-in, whether it was a weekday or weekend.

It may just have been that he was perturbed by how rude the Hunters had been, but it also seemed strange when how he usually behaved was taken into account. Answering with an affirmative, I hurried my steps.

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(1) 타자화(他者化)

(2) 삼인성호(三人成虎)

(3) shj uses romanized ‘partner,’ hyj uses kr term for ‘(business) partner’

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#188화 #the s classes that i raised

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mod-kyoko · 3 years

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also, hey hey, i was wonderin if i could request something? :0

could i get some fluffy hcs for celeste, sonia, kyoko, maki and chiaki? it's a lot of characters so you don't have to do them all but i just really like these 5 and. yea :3

here you go hat, thanks for requesting :)

fluff headcanons for sonia, celeste, kyoko, maki, and chiaki

sonia has no shame at all when it comes to affection

in fact, she is quite proud she has a person like you in her life

she never had the opportunity to have a relationship like this with someone before

so she cherishes every moment you spend together

she loves drinking tea with you, going to the library with you, and talking about her interests

the two of you would have sleepovers and listen to murder mystery podcasts late into the night

her dream is for you to fall asleep with your head in her lap or on her shoulder hehe

she is a very calm and patient person, and will always be there for you

she can see you being by her side forever

celeste is a pretty calm and reserved person (on the outside)

you're kind of the only person who can settle her down

she will always bring you milk tea, and the two of you will drink it together

she will want to teach you about gambling

your nights will be spent together playing card games together

she is pretty proud of how far your gambling skills have come

when you two are together, she can't help but smile, she is so proud to have you

she will constantly call you nice names like dear, honey, love, those are her favorites

and if you call her names like that too, you'll get to see a rare moment: blushing celeste

it's not easy to fluster her, but the moments it happens are so worth it

her facade will break down and she will start fanning her face, telling you that she is just hot

kyoko is so so caring

while she may seem distant sometimes, she would never act that way with you

her favorite thing to do with you instead and drink coffee in your presence

she really prefers quiet environments

a lot of the books she reads and music she listens to remind her of you, positively of course

other than that, she can be pretty affectionate

she might not always initiate the gestures, but she does love cuddles and hugs

they make her feel safe, and help her relax

she is gonna need a lot of help relaxing

especially because your safety is one of her priorities, so she is always worrying

maki is definitely shy

she is new to romantic/platonic affection

every display of appreciation flusters her

she'll try to outfluster you

she honestly has no idea how though

she will randomly hug you or grab your hand

probably place a kiss on your cheek

seeing her flustered is so funny and cute

she will slap her hands over her cheeks and turn away, trying to hide her blush from you

secretly, she loves it though

her favorite thing to do with you would be something active, or something that has to do with her talent

she loves strong, capable people

i can see her passionately teaching you how to wield and construct weapons

this is probably quite obvious, but chiaki loves playing games with you

she will make puply dog eyes and whine dramatically until you play with her

chiaki is definitely the life of the party

she will always come prepared to keep you entertained, whether its bringing bored games or music

other than gaming, her favorite thing to do is nap with you, or sunbathe

she likes to get in bed with you and surround the two of you with pillows and blankets until you're all snug

cuddles? yes. all the time. chiaki falls asleep on you nearly every day, even when important events are happening

i think she would kind of act like a motherly figure sometimes?? like she would give such good advice, her presence is so mature and calming you know

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that concludes your headcanons, hope you enjoyed! i'm so sorry if they are short!

have a good day, hat

-mod kyoko

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moved-to-void-kissed · 3 years

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What Can and Cannot Return

In a quiet moment shared while Pavo is healing Ardea’s combat injuries, the two share a nervous exchange about Ardea’s loss of her Celestrian powers in the face of the fact that Pavo still retains hers. (1091 words)

Here is my piece for the twenty-sixth day of sapphic September - I was originally going to portray the scene as a render using MMD, but the models just were not cooperating nicely, so I spat out this little bit of writing instead. I hope it's still alright, even if it may or may not have been slightly rushed, haha!~

Comments on and reblogs of my work are always okay, and appreciated, but are by no means required! If the link to the document doesn't work properly, then there is also a transcript of it under the readmore.

“..Do you mean it, when you say it does not faze you?”

It was a quiet and peaceful night as the two young women sat next to the flickering campfire. Although the party had been too tired from fighting to travel any further that day, the faint glow of torches - and with them, people - could be seen on the edge of the horizon; they would be able to properly rest in an inn soon, but for the moment, they had to make do in the open air for another night. A short distance away from the pair, a girl with bright teal hair was curled up in sleep with her extravagant dress blanketing her in a thousand colours, while a much taller individual was resting with their back to a tree stump, and even now their spear and knife still lay within easy reach.

The question was not an accusatory one, instead settling quietly into the scene, but it still made the blonde-haired girl look away and out into the darkness for a moment. She was dressed in the textbook attire of a martial artist, with a red and gold top emblazoned with the logo of a dragon over a fitted black shirt and slick slacks. Her hands were wrapped with black fabric, and the kite’s claws they usually carried were tucked away safely in her equipment bag. Her left arm was raised and in the grasp of the other girl, whose short white hair fell over her face slightly as a glow of teal magic emanated from her palms.

“What do you mean by that?” asked the martial artist, whose gaze had now flickered back to her partner.

“I believe you know what I refer to, Ardea.” she replied, still focusing on healing the wound on Ardea’s arm. It was not a serious injury, and even now was healing rapidly thanks to her spells, but it was nevertheless something that required attention. “The fact that we once shared the same abilities, and now, you have lost what you once wielded as second nature.”

“Mmm..” was all that Ardea said in response, glancing over to check that the other two were definitely asleep before continuing. “Well, it’s true that it was difficult to adapt to at the beginning, but.. We’ve come quite far now, haven’t we? So I’ve had time to adjust to the situation.”

This brought a smile to Pavo’s face, but there was still a sense of unease in her expression. “So, it is not true that you are.. jealous of me, or- anything of the sort?”

“What?” At this, Ardea turned around with a start, causing Pavo to lose hold of her arm. “Ah- My apologies!”

“Do not worry - I had already dealt with your injuries.”

“Ah, yes, I realise that now.. Thank you kindly..” Ardea muttered, moving her now woundless arm without difficulty. Then she returned to the matter at hand. “But, Pavo, whatever do you mean?”

The Celestrian looked away at this, and her wings instinctively curled closer to her body in a large sheet of white feathers. “It is just that.. You have lost the ability to use any of the magic of Celestrians, as well as both your wings and your halo, and the boons that they bestow upon you. When we happened across the carriage of the Starflight Express in that forest, it did not even react to your presence at first. Thankfully, the benevolessence we have acquired by you offering our assistance to those in peril has restored that final aspect, but.. not any of your other abilities."

She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, then continued before Ardea could interject.

"As for myself, on the other hand.. Though the long time I have spent upon the Protectorate has weakened my connection to the Observatory, and rendered my presence visible to mortals, all other characteristics that Celestrians bear, I have retained. The story we tell that I am a mortal sage appears satisfactory to explain my powers, at least to our adventuring companions-” - she glanced over at the sleeping pair upon saying this - “-it nevertheless does not change the fact that I wield my powers on a regular basis in combat, as I have always done since my teacher imparted these skills to me, while you have had to take on an entirely unfamiliar vocation in order to maintain appearances. So, at times, I have feared that you having to witness me freely use the selfsame powers you once shared, yet no longer can use, would perhaps be unfair.."

An expression of surprise mixed with confusion clouded Ardea’s face. "Pavo, I- I don't understand.. How long have you felt this way?"

"..It was not a recent fear." she admitted.

"Oh, in the name of the Almighty-“ In one movement, Ardea had shifted her position and launched herself with considerable vigour into the unsuspecting arms of her girlfriend. Pavo’s brief sounds of uncertainly were quickly dulled, and she instinctively clung to Ardea in return.

“Angel, listen to me for a moment, please. That is not at all how I feel, and it never has been, either - if anything, seeing you use your Celestrian abilities is part of what motivates me to find a way to get mine back. Besides, I haven't lost everything - my reflexes and agility are still leagues above those of the mortals, regardless of not having wings anymore. Isn't that right?"

"..Yes, I suppose that is very true."

"And, anyway," she continued, "I still think of myself as a Celestrian, because I am. That's what I have always been, and that will never change, regardless of what happens to me. The same is true for you, too - even after we ascend to the Realm of the Almighty, we will still be Celestrians, no matter what becomes of us. And we will still be together, too, no matter what becomes of us. Does that help?"

"Ah, that.. That does bring some relief, I admit." She turned to face the campfire with a soft and grateful smile. "Thank you, Ardea, my love. I truly appreciate your words.."

"It's never a problem, angel. I'm just sorry I didn't realise you felt that way, so I could help sort things out earlier on."

"Please, do not worry. I apologise for not confiding in you before now." she replied.

"There's no need to worry about that now, Pavo. Come on, let's get some rest."

And as the moon shone overhead, the pair settled comfortably into each other's embrace to rest by the fire.

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Hey Roman, Logan! Side note: we just found out you guys are Fate Touched. So. That explains quite a bit. Ask her radiance if you wanna know more :) - 🗡

”So I can assume you already know about Virgil's situation?" Logan asks, frowning slightly as he tries to puzzle out what all he should say in this situation. Goddess or not, he's not sure if it's safe to tell her the extent of what he's seen…

Eilistraee nods, "I know about his Sorcery. —Do not worry, Logan. I wouldn't tell the Sisters or their cults unless I had to. If I was planning on handing him over to be executed by the Gods, I would not have helped you save him."

Logan finds himself believing her. But, before he can let the existential dread of what they’re discussing — Which amounts, most probably, to interplanar treason — settle in, he has to comment,

"I don't remember telling you my name."

Eilistraee smiles at that, like she knows something he doesn't. Which, Logan will reluctantly admit, is possible in this specific circumstance.

"Virgil has told me about each of you. —And, of course, you and I are already acquainted." She smiles at Roman, who nods.

"I hope you aren't insulted that I haven't visited in… over a century?"

"We were both busy~" She teases, as if a century is anything to a Goddess.

"I'm not sure what is going on." Logan admits, getting them back on track once he's come to terms with the fact that he is, in fact, doing this.

"By all means, almost everything I've seen him do over these past few days should be impossible. He's wielded Mythal magic, changed the flow of time, and experienced more frequent Wild Surges than any wild magic Sorcerer I have ever heard of. I thought, initially, that he had been born with the power... But, if those spell-scars are any indication, he was not. Still, I've never seen spellscars of that shape or size."

"And they're angrier than before!" Roman cuts in, "I had seen his arm under those bandages a few nights ago, and they didn't look nearly that bad. But we didn't encounter any wild magic between then and now, so I don't know how they could have gotten worse…?"

"Virgil's current power is not something he was born with, that much is true." Eilistraee nods, "He was born with magic latent within him, but he purposefully pushed it down and ignored it. What he can do now stemmed from a disastrous encounter with Nethermancy, in which he was mutated by the Far Realm."

Roman and Logan gasp, and Patton is hopelessly confused. He looks between the three spellcasters in the room, hoping one of them remembers that he is but a regular, mundane person.

"...Ne...cro...mancy?"

"No, Nether. Dark Magic." Roman stage-whispers, looking frightened.

Well, that clarifies nothing at all, Patton frowns, then turns to Logan,

"Lo, you didn't mention that one the other day. I thought you said there were only eight?"

“That is because Nethermancy no longer exists." Logan frowns. Eilistraee sighs and shakes her head,

"As most things you will find tend to be… That is not entirely true. You know your magic comes from the Weave, yes?"

All three of them nod at that, and Patton knows the beginning of a lecture when he hears one. He tries his best to keep listening as Eilistraee continues,

"You can visualize the Weave as a spiderweb. Many threads tangle together to form it, more densely interconnected in some areas and more sparse in others. When you cast a spell, you are plucking on the web. Lesser tricks only jostle one string, while great feats of magic pull on the points where many threads are connected.”

"So, the less strings we pull, the lower the spell's level?" Roman muses. She nods.

“Mystra is the spider who sits at the center, building and repairing the web, feeling the vibrations of all those who touch it and biting away those who pull too hard. After all, if you pull too harshly, the web will unravel… But the web is not the source of magic in the Universe. It is just where you mortals can syphon it from. Magic is something that has always existed, long before the gods, and will continue long after us.”

Logan nods, "The early humanoids who tried to hone magic before the Weave was woven were all destroyed, and turned into the first liches."

"So Mystra, with some help from my Father, created the Weave as a blanket." Eilistraee smiles, "A safety net, that holds raw power back and converts it into something manageable -- something mortals can access."

Logan smirks, “Which is why Elves were the first humanoids to master magic. They had an insider.”

"So like a sieve? For flour?" Patton asks, and the goddess grins at the visual. Logan nods, almost impulsively taking over the lesson,

"Sure. Now, imagine pulling a wire on that sieve out of place. There is a hole for more coarse clumps to fall through, yes?” Patton nods, and Logan smiles at him, “That is what we are doing when we cast spells. When you pull on a thread, a bit of this raw power seeps through, but the gap only releases as much as that thread once covered. The less you ask for, the less you will receive. And if you don’t cast a spell correctly, the thread isn’t pulled at all, and no magic happens.”

...Now Logan frowns, beginning to catch on to Eilistraee’s point.

"But, Nethermancy was not like that.” Logan muses aloud, “It stemmed from the Shadow Weave; the warped copy of the Weave Mystra's sister Shar invented, by mixing magic with corruption from the Far Realm."

"The Shadow Weave is the space in-between the windows in the spiderweb. The darkness between the threads. Hence, it's name." Eilistraee explains, "When you reach into it, there is nothing to decide how much you take out. And, since you have not disturbed the strings, Mystra cannot even sense that you’re there. It is lethal to reach your hand into raw magic like this, in the same way it was lethal to cast before the Weave was constructed."

"Which is why it was never active." Logan adds, cautiously, waiting for her to correct him. "Supposedly, the Blue Flame burned it out during the Spellplague, before it's creator ever used it. Or, so everyone was led to believe…?"

Eilistraee nods, "The Shadow Weave was never destroyed. Shar lost control of it, but it still exists alongside the original. A spiderweb without a spider... And, by now, you are aware that my brother's kin do not follow the same rules when it comes to the lethality of raw magic."

"So, he was exposed to this Shadow Weave somehow, and now he keeps tapping into it on accident?" Roman frowns.

"Yes. Without either Sister Goddess's influence to limit him, Virgil has tethered himself to the spaces between. Now he pulls at it without trying, weakening the weave around him and accessing magic Mystra outlawed decades ago."

Eilistraee turns to Logan, suddenly very serious,

"You've done well to teach him control, but it is still something he will have to learn. He is the only thing moderating his contact with raw magic. He has no safety net to protect him if he takes too much, and no way to stop himself from doing it. This is not your usual pupil whose spell will fizzle out if they fail, his will combust. He must learn to hone his ability."

"I can teach him." Logan nods resolutely, already determined to see this through to the end. Eilistraee frowns.

"There are already many in your world who know about his mutation. Many wish to use him as a weapon on a scale you cannot imagine, and many more wish to destroy him altogether. People who will show no mercy when they come for him, and anyone who would protect him.”

Eilistraee turns to address all three of them, making an imposing figure where she towers in the middle of the room,

“You will face more peril at his side than you have ever read about in your history books, and his powers will bring untold destruction if you fail. Are you so sure you wish to involve yourself in this?"

"You'll find I already have." Logan stares her down, hoping he is more stubborn than she is, "I am not going to give up on him now. I knew it was going to be difficult when I first asked him to join me."

(So, that might be a little white lie. He didn’t know it would be so difficult that a literal Goddess would warn him to pack up and go home, but… Well, no one is going to tear him away from a project he’s already started, nor a friend who needs his help. And, after all, Logan doesn’t know anyone more qualified than himself to teach Virgil how to use magic.)

Eilistraee seems to mull over his words for a moment. Roman and Patton are keeping quiet, either letting Logan speak for them as the group’s leader or too exhausted/shocked to say anything.

...And, after an excruciating several minutes, the Goddess smiles.

"Very well then. I entrust his safety to you, Professor Logan." Eilistraee — the Goddess. What is today?! — smiles, as if as amused by the situation as Logan is winded by it.

"Don't fail him."

"We won't!" Patton cheers, elbowing Logan's thigh to shake him out of his surprised stupor. Eilistraee grins.

"We?"

"Yep! We're a bit of a package deal~" Roman nods, smiling at the other two. "And, I mean... if Logan goes on some sort of super perilous adventure and doesn't invite his resident literal Celestial, I don't even know what I would have to do! The sheer disrespect? I would throw a fit."

"You are both cordially invited to the 'super perilous adventure.'” Logan rolls his eyes, “Not that either of you ever need an invitation to insert yourselves into my travels..."

Logan tries his best not to smile, ignoring their laughter at either side of him.

"You will need more than just the three of you, I'm afraid." Eilistraee smiles,

"I have full confidence in you, but the fact remains that Virgil will also need a mentor who is, themselves, a Sorcerer. There are some skills that can only be taught from experience."

"Where are we supposed to find another Sorcerer?! It's rare enough that we found the one!" Roman whines, making Eilistraee grins.

"You are willing to aid a man you just met last week in a plot against the natural order, but you don’t think you can find one measly sorcerer?”

“Those are two totally different tasks! —Protecting people is my very specific skillset!! Finding them is not my job!” Roman blushes and pouts, and Eilistraee downright laughs. She shakes her head,

“Oh, I was just teasing, d'anthe~ Don't worry: I think he will find you, soon enough."

Eilistrae lays a hand on Roman’s cheek, “And speaking of you... I sense something is troubling you?”

Roman frowns for a moment. He sends an uneasy look at Logan and Patton...then sighs.

(If they’re all getting involved in Virgil’s surprise cosmic destiny, he supposes he might as well let them in on his…)

“It’s my Mother.” Roman sighs,

“I know she’s been ailing for a long while now, but… Something’s happened to her while I was gone, I can feel it. Something’s wrong. But my powers don’t seem to have changed at all, so...I can’t really tell.”

Eilistraee frowns, and Roman hops in again before she can speak, “I-I would contact her, but she still can’t speak to me! I don’t know how I’m supposed to help! I assume Mama has more information once we get to town, but it’s been killing me to wait in the dark. I know there are rules about how much you can meddle, but… Throw me a bone here?”

That gives the Goddess pause. She seems to debate something for a moment… Then nods.

“I can lend my aid to you for tonight, so long as you remain on land under my blessing. But, Sune is still in a very weakened state... Expect one of your Dreams tonight, little Prince.”

Roman smiles softly, trying to mask his spark of disappointment.

“...Thank you. Anything is better than no contact! But… I was never very good at deciphering those things.”

“If you need help deciphering your visions, you can always ask one of my Dark Ladies, or one of your Heartwarders. But, your Mother is a goddess of emotion; It is unlikely any of them will be able to help you more than yourself…”

Eilistraee gives him a sympathetic smile, “...Or, maybe, your usual companion in that place?”

“I doubt that.” Roman smiles back, more amused than he is dejected.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a dream with my brother. I’m starting to think he’s purposefully ignoring them… And, to be honest, I wouldn’t put that past him.”

“That may be so, but you two must reunite soon.” Eilistraee warns him with an unexpected sincerity, “Your Mother needs you both, now more than ever. You are aware that your Fate is joined with these three, but he has a part to play in all of this, too. He always has.”

“My conversations with the whispers always seem to stem back to him, that much is for sure!” Roman grumbles, to himself more than anything. Eilistraee pats his shoulder.

“The guards will lead you back to House De’anonen. The road ahead of you is long and perilous, and I don’t expect to be the last to tell you so… Now, get some rest!”

Roman nods, much too tired to argue on that point. Some young women in silver robes come to lead them out of the temple, and Roman and Patton meander after them out of the room. Logan follows behind them slowly... But, he pauses at the door.

He turns back to Eilistraee, and asks lowly,

“Nethermancy from the Far Realm…” he hums, still not quite sure what he’s trying to remember when he asks,

“That he encountered here? Outside of the Underdark?”

...Eilistrae doesn’t answer right away.

A sour look crosses her face for a moment. She sighs,

“Your curiosity is your greatest strength, Logan. It always has been.” She smiles, turning her back to him to exit the room through the farther door, “But you, of all people, should know that poking at what writhes in the grass is a dangerous game.”

She walks out of the room, her voice echoing behind her as she disappears down a long, shadowy hallway,

“Be sure you are prepared for what’s hiding there.”

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Eilistraee makes her exit as the party gets ready to sleep for the night, with few hours of night remaining and little energy to keep their eyes open any longer.

Now they have some hints for what is to come, but will they be able to put the pieces together? Or will the dangers she warned them about get the better of them...?

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Those Linked by Destiny (1)

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Natasha are on a mission to once again defeat Hydra who this time had opened a time portal that unleashed monsters and beasts that were extinct for centuries for good reason. On the way, they try to recruit the only remaining person who had any knowledge on how to defeat these creatures. Her kind also almost extinct. A Witcher.

Fandoms: Avengers, The Witcher

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Witcher!OFC (Female)

Warnings: Angst (coz this is me), Dry Dark Humour, Violence, Gore, Lots of Blood, Burning Sarcasm, Lots of Cussing

A/N: Hello, beautiful creatures! I’m back with a new hurricane of a crossover. This continues on from my completed series There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (AvengersxSupernatural) but this can be read by itself. I made this an OFC instead of an xReader since I needed to be specific with how the Witcher character looked. I hope you enjoy and I welcome all kinds of feedback.

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1: Returning a Favor

The sun was preparing to set when Sam, Bucky, and Natasha reached the small sleepy town. Their clothes were starting to scratch and bite at their skin from the sweat and grime of trying to make it to their destination on foot. They had been taking back roads and keeping to thick forests to keep hidden from Hydra and the monsters they had unleashed. It hasn't always gone smoothly for them.

The Avengers and Team Free Will had split up to tackle three major missions; hunting down every remaining grace powered monster created by the Archangel Michael, re-establishing the Avengers initiative and operations, and this new unfamiliar threat. They had discovered that Hydra was back and had opened a portal that unleashed creatures that were wholly unknown to even the Hunters.

The trio was tasked with gathering as much intel as they could and searching for a friend of Natasha and the Nephilim who they said was the only person who could help them. It had taken them eight months to track down someone who was practically a ghost.

They were all on edge and nearly losing hope, but finally they got a lead on an exact location. It took nearly two weeks to reach the town after a particularly nasty encounter with a cluster of monsters. They were outnumbered and had no knowledge about the enemy to even properly fight. They barely made it out alive.

Sam sat on the forest floor with his back to the trunk of a tree clutching his open abdomen. He was bleeding on the grass and the first aid they had been continuously applying on him was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. They needed to get him patched up properly. Bucky switched his legs to lean more on his left as he crouched behind thick shrubbery beside Natasha. Judging by the sharp pain from his other leg, he was sure it was broken. The female assassin wasn't any better off having taken multiple large slashing wounds to her back.

Bucky suggested that they go back to Avengers headquarters. It was Natasha though that insisted this is where they needed to go. They needed to lie low, heal, regroup, and find backup, but they were running out of time. The more time Hydra was left alone, the worse it was going to get. Bucky was skeptical, especially with Sam clinging on to his life, but he knew that Natasha was in fact right.

In front of them was a medium sized log cabin tucked away in the forest with a garden and a small greenhouse out back. Bucky's enhanced senses could pick up common vegetables and herbs like tomatoes, carrots, and basil, but he also caught whiffs of plants that smelled like exotic flowers of some sort. The house was still fairly close to town with only a 45-minute drive but it was miles away to the next house.

The serene silence of the isolated area was disrupted by peels of laughter from a group of children that were running around the garden. Their hands and clothes were stained with either paint or dirt. Some more gleeful that they had both. Bucky frowned.

Were they supposed to seek shelter in a daycare?

The children would surely be scarred for life if they saw the Falcon bleeding out nevermind who his two companions were. His worry for his friend’s wellbeing clouded the Sergeant’s capability to grasp why this was where they needed to be.

The slow crunch of tires on the dirt road followed by two soft beeps disrupted Bucky's tired brooding. A mini bus parked beside a weathered brown truck in the driveway. A woman came out the back door clutching a child, that was practically a baby with how small it was, securely to her chest. Bucky couldn't see her face, only her slender figure and the wavy hair that fell down her back in a mess of random pastel colors that seemed to be popular with the youth these days. Her short yellow sun dress flowed with each movement she made.

Bucky's doubts at Natasha's plan grew. How could this hipster possibly help them? The low groan of pain from behind reminded him that they had no choice at this point. They were here now and Sam needed urgent medical attention. He would just have to trust Natasha a bit more.

He watched as she instructed the children to put away their art materials and wash up. He watched as she hugged or petted each beaming child as they boarded the mini bus. He watched as she carefully strapped in the baby in his designated seat while exchanging conversation with the middle aged driver who smiled warmly at her. He still couldn't see her face, but he could hear her laugh at something the driver said. After a final wave the bus full of energetic children started to pull out of the driveway.

Bucky's doubts continued to gnaw at him, but now for a different reason. This woman seemed so kind and carefree. Must they really disturb her peaceful life for their chaos? He turned then to voice his worries to Natasha, but before he could get a word out he felt an unbelievably strong force hit his chest and propel him backwards. He was forcefully pinned to a tree with the air knocked clear out of his lungs.

His first instinct was to fight back, but opening his eyes after the attack he froze when he met with the most peculiar yet mesmerizing pair. Round almond shaped and framed with thick heavy lashes were eyes the color of bright molten gold with irises in dark slits like that of a cat's. He would swear they were contacts if he didn't notice how they stretched and dilated as they retained their murderous gaze on him. Her hair fell like a cloud around her face softening her sharp bone structure and the snarl on her gloss covered lips.

So enthralled was Bucky at her unique features, that it took him an embarrassingly long time to register the double bladed axe she held easily with one hand outstretched flush against the skin of his throat. One small flick of her wrist and Bucky would be bleeding to his death in minutes.

"Why have you brought him here, Natasha?" she said, her voice even and low. Bucky noticed a European accent but he couldn't quite place which particular area.

"You know me?" Bucky met her unfaltering glare with his own.

"Everyone knows you, Winter Soldier," she sneered. "Everyone knows all of you."

Bucky scowled at the name. He didn't appreciate the tone she had when she said it. There was an obvious disdain and anger in her tone that he wasn't sure was warranted.

"Easy, Prima. We need your help," Natasha tried to coax her but she did not advance in case she gets provoked.

"And if I refuse?"

"Well then I'm cashing in that favor."

There was a long tense silence before his throat was reluctantly freed. He rubbed the shallow angry line it had left. The woman with cat-like eyes sighed as she swung the large weapon to hook over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. She rolled her eyes before she turned and gestured for you all to follow.

Bucky noted how Natasha's shoulders sagged in relief. She was worried that her contact might decline. They each took one of Sam's sides and practically hauled his barely conscious form to the cabin. They followed the woman into her home, the receding skyline bouncing light and shadow on her figure. It wasn't even ten minutes ago that Bucky was hesitant to disrupt this woman's very normal life, but normal people don't just carry battle axes let alone have the skill to wield it.

"Natasha," he whispered. "What exactly is she?"

Natasha had told them a little about Witchers in between dashing from town to town, but it amused Prima that Bucky was still thoroughly surprised when they actually met her. Clearly she didn't go into the specifics.

He could hear the smirk in her tone despite still having her back to them. She had heard his hushed question despite walking far ahead of them and decided to answer.

"Perhaps we can discuss my nature when your friend is no longer seeping Water Hag poison from his wounds."

"So that's what that thing was. How do you know it's Water Hag poison?" Natasha grunted under Sam's weight.

"I can smell it and that's the only reason I'm granting you this favor."

Prima rushed inside her home ahead of her guests, going quickly to the kitchen to pull out a large tarpaulin from under the sink. She was definitely going to help them but that didn't mean she was going to damn well leave an Avenger to bleed all over her precious furniture.

She opened the chest that doubled as a coffee table and pulled out thick worn blankets. She was already laying these out on the floor by the fireplace by the time the rest of them came through the front door.

Bucky surveyed the room as he entered. It was a force of habit to commit every detail to memory when entering a new environment. Normally it could mean life or death, but in this instance it was pure curiosity with a healthy mix of suspicion.

From the outside, the cabin had looked a decent size but from the inside it looked much bigger. He thought that perhaps it was too much space for someone he presumed was living alone.

The house was a mixture of modern and rustic decorated in wood, metal, and splashes of vibrant color here and there. A gray short hair cat perked up in attention from its bedding as they entered. The main floor was open with no walls dividing areas and a set of stairs led to a spacious loft that again had no partitions. Large windows lined the walls providing an almost 360 degree view to the outside. It was almost like being in a glass box, but he knew for a fact that those windows were heavily tinted outside providing the utmost privacy. The state of the home told Bucky a lot about its owner.

"Lay him down here," Prima said pointing to the makeshift cot. "It's best he is by the fire. We need to keep him warm."

Natasha and Bucky gently laid down their friend as instructed. Sam groaned as the material pressed on his injuries and Natasha made quick work of cutting him out of his ruined tactical gear with her knife. His body relaxed the slightest bit after being freed but this also meant that his wounds opened again to spill more of his blood on the tarpaulin.

"It's worse than I thought," Prima murmured. "Take this and apply pressure to the worst of it. I must prepare a few things."

Natasha nodded as she took the towels from her. She rushed through the back door and from its opening, Bucky could see that she went straight into her greenhouse. She was back within minutes carrying a small woven tray filled with plants he couldn't even begin to identify. The cat followed closely on her heels, the small bell on its neck ringing softly.

She headed straight for the other end of the room to what he initially thought was a library and craft area. Looking at it closely now he could see not only books but a wide array of jars, bottles, and small boxes. She grabbed two containers from the shelves and dropped its contents into a wooden bowl. She began mashing and mixing them together quickly before pouring the strange yellowish liquid into glass vials. She grabbed a few more bottles from the shelves before making her way to kneel by Sam's head.

"Help me sit him up. He needs to drink this."

"I'm not sure about this, Nat," came Bucky's worried tone as he eyed their host with narrowed eyes.

"Bucky!" Nat warned. They didn't have time for this.

"What the hell is even in that?"

"Sergeant Barnes, would you like me to educate you on the finer points of alchemy before or after we save your dying friend?" Prima argued, her jaw clenching. "Clock is ticking, Sergeant. The choice may well be taken from you soon."

Bucky's teeth gritted together as his whole body tensed with the decision. His brow was in knots, but ultimately he knew there was only one decision to make. He cursed under his breath but moved to heave Sam into a sitting position.

Prima uncorked one of the bottles and tipped it over Sam's lips carefully making sure that he took every drop. His face scrunched at the taste but his eyes remained closed, too exhausted to open them. His breathing started to speed up until they were shallow huffs and his temperature steadily rose.

"What the hell's happening to him?" Bucky fumed but Prima held out her hand to halt him as she carefully watched Sam's reactions with her strange cat eyes that were now narrowed into slits.

The air in the room was thick with tension and the only sounds were that of Sam's heavy breathing that was rapidly growing more laborious. When it seemed like he was at the height of his torment, Prima acted fast and shoved a second vial of clear liquid to his lips. He almost choked on the liquid but by some grace of the gods he managed to swallow it all.

After the last drop had gone down his throat, his eyes shot wide open before fluttering close as he dropped unconscious against the pillows. Bucky panicked when he couldn't hear his heartbeat and was about to lash out at Prima again when suddenly a faint thump that was fighting to get steadier met his ears in a manner that was uniquely stubborn like Sam.

Prima took a hand to feel his sweaty face and was relieved to find that his temperature was dropping closer to normal. They were past the worst of it now and she was grateful he took well to the potions. It was a gamble. Humans were not meant to take in Witcher brews. She could have just as easily killed him.

"He should be fine by morning. We must allow the potions do the work for now. I'll keep watch in case he needs another dose."

She grabbed one of the other bottles in her stash and tossed one to Natasha who easily caught it. The assassin raised a quizzical brow at her.

"Take only a small sip, Natasha. Pour the rest of it in the bath upstairs and take a long soak. It should help close up your wounds. You are welcome to rummage through my drawers for clean clothes."

"What happens if she takes more?" Bucky asked.

"Well all her injuries and even scars from her childhood will cease to exist. Every broken bone and illness will be cured," she shrugged as she relaxed against a wall stretching out her legs in front of her. She closed her eyes to allow the tension of the last hour to ease off her body as she absentmindedly stroked the cat that had now curled up contentedly beside her.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Natasha mused before carefully taking only the small sip she recommended.

"And then you die," the Witcher chuckled allowing a sharper than usual canine to peak out from her smile.

Bucky was not amused despite Natasha chuckling at the comment before making her way up the stairs. He was understandably wary of anything chemical to be put inside his body after what Hydra had done to him. Their host seemed to somehow sense this so made no move to offer him any concoction for his injuries.

"Bathroom's through the door behind you should you fancy a shower, Sergeant. There should be clothes in the cupboards too but they might be a tad tight. I'll go into town in the morning to purchase more appropriate wear for you and your friend. First aid kit is under the sink."

Bucky gave a small nod as he silently walked to the door she gestured to. As he meticulously washed the dirt and fatigue from his body, he found his thoughts straying to their unusual host. He had realized that her accent was classic old European, with the kind of vocabulary that prim and proper upper-class citizens used. What did not make sense though was how a European socialite would have the practiced ease of wielding a battle axe. Her cat eyes alone tipped him off that she was not merely human. The more he thought about it, the more everything he knew so far contradicted with each other. He was no closer to figuring her out when he stepped out of the bathroom adjusting the shirt and jeans that clung to him.

He saw the Witcher sound asleep on the floor, her head lolled to the side and her mouth softly parted. There were a million questions he wanted to ask her, but he couldn't bring himself to disrupt her peaceful sleep. He instead made his way to crash on the sofa. Sleep came to him as soon as his head met the arm rest. He drifted off with the Witcher's eerie eyes the last on his mind and a nagging feeling that there was something about her that was strangely familiar to him.

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