Okay. First of all.
WOAH THAT'S A LOT OF PEOPLE.
I did NOT expect 74 people to vote in the poll 😭🙏🙏🙏 (what the hell, where the fuck did y'all come from?????)
Second of all,,
TIME TO TALK ABOUT THESE FUCKERS 😈🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️💯
Just to state it here before I start yapping my ever living soul out, Shiver is an eastern tall-man, Frye is a beast-man (like Izutsumi) and Big Man is a kobold. I can get a bit more into their designs and headcanons in another post, but today I want to focus on the lore.
It allllllll roots back to Shiver and Frye's fathers, who were friends since lord knows when. They were a team of burglars, looters, thieves, whatever you may call them, but in the end of the day just let it be clear that they were BAD. And they engaged in BAD shit, like looting corpses in dungeons and stealing from people's houses.
One day, they hit a huge one, they got into the house of this really rich dude that turned out to traffic beast men and other illegal creatures. And the rich being rich and caring about their richness, the security was top notch, and let's just say they struggled to get out of the place alive. BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They left in NO WAY empty handed.
While looting the place, Frye's father found a kobold cub, chained up inside a cage in the corner beside other creatures likely being sold illegally. He brought the cub with him, and after almost getting their asses turned into kebabs by traps everywhere, the two companions were like "holy FUCK i ain't ever ever ever doing this shit again man.,.,. Wgart the ehll,,,,,, I'm getting too old for this, hell naw!!!!!!!" and decided to settle down as (this time legal) and functioning members of society. Shiver's father opened a dojo, while Frye's father opened a restaurant.
However, the rich guy who owned the house was PISSED (and also happened to be a black magic user......... woah how unlucky of them) and as revenge for stealing his wealth and freeing their beast men, cursed Frye's expecting father, mending the soul of his firstborn with the soul of a monster. And alas, that's how the critter was born😋🙏🔥💯😭
So yeah!!!!!!! Frye is a beast man just like Izutsumi is a beast man. They're the same typa monster, pretty much, except that Frye is a leopard instead of a housecat.
Anyway, back to the kobold pup; you guessed it, BIG MAN (or Big Dog?), being raised in the Onaga's restaurant, was always raised around the kitchen, both because he was genuinely interested in watching people cook and because he hoped to get food that fell from the floor lmfao-- as years went by, he started working as a server, apprentice, and eventually assistant chef of the family-ran restaurant. (So yeah, Biggie is the party's chef!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He also has an incredible sense of smell when it comes to cooking btw, both because of genuine talent and because of his race).
Ironic to his early years as a burglar, Shiver's dad grew to become quite the overprotective father once his daughter started growing up, wanting her to do anything but follow his steps and become a criminal before the age of 20. That backfired though, because she started running off to hang out with Frye causing all sorts of trouble (and eventually dragged Big Dog into it all too). The three were raised almost like siblings, and later on joined together as a party and continued to cause all sorts of troubles inside dungeons, where they eventually bumped into the other idols and started this whoooole story years later.
(They weren't all like their fathers though, instead of keeping the money they got from dungeons to themselves they gave it to the poor, much like their canon bandit dynamics.)
Anyway, that's the end of the yapping session, I hope y'all enjoyed (and if you did, please enjoy this page I doodled while blasting ToyBox in my headphones 🦄🙏 perhaps I'll outline and color this one day, but not now because it's 1:30 in the morning while I'm typing this out.)
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For the Firefighter AU:
As a reference to the movie, what if Thena gets struck by a lightning while on track. Gil finds her unconscious and carries her back to safety. When Thena wakes, she says she's fine, she doesn't need his help and tries to leave.
Hugs and much love!! ✨🖤
The first thing she noticed was the smell (not bad at all, just...different). The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't in her sleeping bag, on the ground. She was in a bed.
Thena shot up from lying down, her chest tight, gasping for breath.
"Hey!"
That lone woodsman rose slowly from his chair at the far end of the mostly-one-room cabin. He held out his hands, like he would to approach an injured animal.
She glared at him from the bed--his bed, she assumed. "What the fuck am I doing here?"
"Fair question," he attempted to defuse her temper, not moving closer and still crouched as if she would pounce on him and rip his throat out. "I found you out in the field, Wolf."
She tried to remember what was last in her mind, but it was hazy. She remembered being on patrol. She was around the open field when she saw...something--had gone to investigate.
"We got a distress call," he gestured to the radio on his table by the window. "Some campers panicked when they saw the dry lightning. I'm guessing you were in the area."
Thena groaned, shifting on the bed. Now that it was brought up, her shoulder did have a certain burn and sting to it. "This is why I don't fuckin' rescue people anymore."
"Because you get struck by lightning when you do?"
She glared at him. His name was Gilgamesh, and that was about all she knew about him. He was part of wildfire prevention, but when that wasn't an all-hands-on-deck situation he did regular firefighter shit. She didn't think any of her boys from her old unit knew him either. "Almost--almost struck by lightning. If I had been, I'm pretty sure you'd have carried back my dead body."
He apparently didn't think that was very funny.
"Oh, lighten up, big guy," she rolled her eyes at him, making it known that this was not that big a deal. She scooched back to the edge of his - admittedly comfortable - bed. "It's nothing-"
She fell straight forward.
"Hey!" he was there in a second, catching her in that mile-wide chest of his before she could hit the ground. His hands held her arms, careful of her shoulders and back, "will you take it easy?"
Thena growled, trying to push off of him as he carefully and gently leaned her back up to the bed. "Get off me."
"You need to heal, Thena."
She looked up at him, shocked by the use of her name. She couldn't remember actually ever giving it to him, but they all did daily check-ins on the shortwave; none of them were exactly total strangers.
"I haven't applied any salve yet," he said gently, holding her eyes as he helped her sit comfortably. His eyes dashed down to her shoulder, "I figured you'd wanna do that yourself."
Thena snatched her hand away from him, sending him into the kitchen to leave her to it. She felt around her back carefully, immediately feeling the burn holes in her shirt and the open, aggravated blisters on her back as a result.
He was right, it had been very, very close.
She looked in the direction of the kitchen. The big guy really hadn't applied any treatment to her injured skin, probably having carried her and laid her face down on his bed to keep from agitating it further. Even if he was too precious about it to take her shirt off, he could have even just stuck his hand up the bottom and applied some fucking cream or something.
He came back with a steaming mug of something and some pills. "Take these--just ibuprofen."
She continued to watch him as she accepted the offering. He drifted to the far side of the room again, giving her the space to which she was so accustomed. It was indeed just ibuprofen in her hand, and some soup in the mug. Something to put in her stomach.
"I have clean cloths and towels in the bathroom," he pointed to the door situated between the kitchen and whatever room he didn't have his bed tucked away in. "You can wear one of my shirts, or I can go and find your camp and bring your stuff back for you."
She frowned, "slow down there, buddy. You make it sound like I'm checking in."
Gil held her eyes with a similar stubbornness. He crossed his arms (also massive). "You're not going back out there until you're healed."
"Oh, I'm not?" she snarled at him. He was the one who called her the White Wolf--well, most did, these days. All the more reason for him not to expect her to be cooped up like this.
"Look," he huffed, leaning off the chair and drifting towards the door already. "I'll stay at the station, I'll give you your space. But you need real treatment, Thena. Your back has open wounds on it, I'm not sending you back out into the woods."
She held his eyes. She would love to tell him to fuck right off and storm right out. But it seemed she was neither up to walking by herself, not able to reach the entirety of her wounds, at the moment. He was right; she was in no condition to go back to her base camp and sleep on a potential infection.
He seemed to understand what her silence meant and stepped away from the door, "well?"
She still wasn't sure about waking up in some stranger's bed and making herself right at fucking home. But she supposed she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. At the very least, she would see what tomorrow brought. "You offering to wash my back for me?"
He blushed.
Thena bit back a smile. That was why he hadn't administered first aid to her while she was unconscious? Because he was a sweet little gentleman?
He caught her holding back her amusement and rolled his eyes, "okay, okay."
Thena let out just a little laughter as he drifted to his bathroom and she heard the tap start. "I'll just-"
"The fuck you will."
She tried not to laugh. He was kind of cute when he was cranky.
Gil emerged with a towel thrown over his shoulder. He walked over to the bed, holding out his hand, "come on."
She sighed; she really didn't like having to lean on someone like this. Literally--using his outstretched hand like a fucking cane. "Ugh."
"Yeah, yeah, fuckin' sucks, I get it," he muttered as he helped her drag herself to the bathroom. He had a towel folded on top of the toilet seat, lowering her down to it. "Look, my eyes will be closed the whole time. You direct me as needed, okay?"
Thena looked up at him but his eyes were already fucking closed. She snorted, "y'know, if you're this shy, I'm sure I can mange."
"Just squeeze the fuckin' aloe out, Wolf."
Thena had to admit, at least this was more amusing than trying to treat this herself in her tent back at base camp. She pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra with a grunt. "You sure you don't want a little peek?--for your troubles?"
Poor guy didn't even dignify her teasing with a response.
Didn't have to; his ears were bright pink.
Thena smiled to herself (since his eyes were closed, and all). She accepted his warm, damp cloth first, pressing it to her shoulder, "sorry, I'll give you a break."
He just sighed, moving closer with the disinfectant.
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April Fools! It's Prank Time!
Happy prank day, everyone! In the spirit of the unofficial holiday, I've just had a fun idea for a brief miniseries.
Send me an ask with the words "April Fools" and tell me what sort of prank you'd pull on your favorite characters, and I'll post it with what I think their response would be to such a thing.
Throw a bucket of water on their head, sneak something spicy or yucky into their food, hide tiny ducks all over the house, move every single piece of furniture one inch to the left, convince them they're going crazy... anything goes, the wilder the better! NSFW allowed, though nothing that will result in death or trauma. The floor is yours, my friends.
The characters I write for can be found here. The main fandoms I write for are: Touchstarved, Last Legacy, the Arcana, Path to Nowhere, and Teen Wolf. You can send in as many requests as you like, even if it is no longer April Fool's day when you send it in.
I can't wait to see what you all come up with!
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Demigod reader sending wild to bring the rest of the chain into the infirmary to see her. Of course they're in the infirmary in seconds to see her. Before she can even say anything twilight is hugging her tightly, not tightly where it will hurt her but tightly enough where he knows she won't leave his arms.
"I thought I might have lost you" he whispers so only she can hear him.
The demigods who were still in the infirmary about to leave sees this hug and they are totally gossiping to other campers about it lol.
Demigod reader smiles at the chain "how are you guys? Your not injured are you? Do you have any injuries you need me to check out?. Oh also im sorry about all the trouble I caused you guys. You guys ended up in my world" How could she be thinking about them when she was the one who could have died? And why is she apologizing for something she couldn't control.
Wind pops on the other side of the bed and pats Reader's head. "Don't be silly. We're more worried about you."
Twilight sniffled as he forces himself to move away, just so that he doesn't block the rest of the group.
Warrior punches his shoulder in support and leans on the bed, just shy of Reader's leg. "You can't get rid of us that easily."
"Even if you wanted to." Legend quips.
Reader sighs and flops back, still in pain. "Did I die?"
"No, but you gave it your best shot." Time reaches over to ruffle their hair. "Just focus on getting better now. That was too close for comfort."
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