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pixaho · 4 months

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Hi, how are you? I’m glad I checked with you first so I wanted to request something that’s been on my mind for a while, and I’ve tried to see if other high & low pages could do it but I guess they couldn’t so hopefully you will do it

Angst & fluff

But do you think you can make one

Reader is dating kizzy & kaito

& Reader Being Rocky’s younger sister

She’s girly & prefers to keep to herself

They’re both protective of her

The 3 of them try their hardest to keep her a secret, nobody knows (she’s related to rocky & dating Kizzy and kaito ) except anyone apart of their group, so she’s not in any type of danger, anyways she wait for Kizzy to pick her up from work (while rocky and & kaito are off doing business or something)

Doubt tries to find ways to take white rascals down a long the way of stalking them they finally find out that rocky has a sister They go looking for her then to get her back Again I apologize if it too much

I want to see a brother and sister moment with reader and rocky.

And a moment with Kizzy and kaito if you need to change somethings or add some stuff in please do

Secrets, Secrets and Secrets | Kizzy x Girly!Reader x Kaito

Author's note | I will absolutely do this. I actually love this idea so much, and I'm sorry for being a lot later than expected, I was asleep and then had to do chores. Also hello! I am doing good, I hope you're doing well. I hope you enjoy this! I know Kizzy is a girl, so bear with me about the whole looking like a boy effect, I decided to give them they/them pronouns.

Word Count | 1216

Warnings | Angst, kidnapping, mentions of kidnapping, doubt in general. Cussing, obvs.

Snippet | You're in a secret relationship with Kizzy and Kaito, only they and your brother, Rocky, know. They keep it a secret from everyone as you tend to keep to yourself. When waiting for Kizzy to pick you up from work one night, you suddenly get snatched. Now they must find you.

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It wasn't easy keeping you a secret due to how Kizzy and Kaito were. It wasn't hard for Rocky to keep that secret. Only a handful of people knew that you were his sister, and almost nobody knew that you were dating Kizzy and Kaito. They loved you, and you knew that. Even if you kept to yourself often due to your fathers actions when you were younger, you still loved them.

The usual things that happened everyday were you working your 9 AM to 11 PM job, your significant others would be there at 11:30 PM sharp to pick you up or your brother, and then you would spend the rest of the night with the people you cared for.

Here you were, standing outside, shivering in the cold as you didn't bring your jacket. You were wearing a black top and a matching black skirt with your apron from your job. You didn't seem to take in the surroundings much as you never really had to worry about danger. With Rocky being your brother, many of the other gangs in SWORD knew not to mess with him by using you, but they didn't know you were his sister. They thought that you were just another girl that Rocky took in. That is, until Doubt found out who you really were.

You had been standing there for at least an hour, wondering where Kizzy was since Kaito and Rocky were both in a meeting with Sannoh Rengokai. Suddenly you notice someone drive past, a black van, before it abruptly stops. You sense a weird sort of danger, everything in you is telling you to turn and run. But right as you do, you get hit in the face with someone hard. Your vision blurs as you look at who did it as they bend down to grab you.

~ Time skip ~

It had been hours that you were gone, Kaito and Rocky had both gotten back to Club Haven where Kizzy was. The scene had looked weird to the both of them as Koo attempted to calm them down.

"What is going on?" Rocky speaks up, looking around, a feeling that someone in missing or in danger.

"I got there and she was gone. I'm telling you there is no where she would have gone. Something is wrong!" Kizzy tosses their hands in the air, panicking. "All I found there was her bag, and a Doubt symbol sprayed into the wall next to where she works. That is not a coincidence and you cannot tell me otherwise."

"Kizzy!" Rocky raised his voice, something he rarely did. "Where is Y/N?"

They shoot a worried facial expressing to him and Kaito, clearly being bothered by the whole situation. Rocky didn't need to hear anything else, he had felt it and he knew you were in danger. He wouldn't admit it but there was goosebumps on his skin. The club wasn't cold at all but he had a hundred thoughts about what could have happened to you.

"Perhaps," Koo starts, making a worried glance between Kizzy and Rocky. "Doubt?"

"It's obviously Doubt. Sannoh Rengokai said that they were back, and they would look for any chance to get back at you Rocky." Kaito's low voice speaks up. He fidgets with his gloves, avoiding eye contact at any and all cost.

Rocky takes a deep breath, focusing his eyes on Kizzy. "When did you get to her work place?"

"I was an hour late because we were still cleaning up and I lost track of time."

"Was anything left behind apart from the Doubt symbol that was of hers?"

"Her apron."

He looks at Koo. His eyes shift from everyone in the room to the damaged apron that is in Kizzy's hands. A million thoughts rushed through his head, his poor baby sister is somewhere out there being possibly harmed by people who wanted to hurt him. It didn't just scare him, but it also made him angry.

So for a couple of hours, White Rascals spent the time fighting Doubt members. Granted it took a while before they could actually find out where you were located, and by a while it took a whole day. You could hear the sounds of fighting from the room you were in, you were bruised and hurting in multiple places. Your body ached from the amount of kicks and punch's that had been thrown.

Suddenly the door where you were in opened, the light slightly blinded you but you could tell it was a man, breathing harshly. He regains his composure, and as your eyes adjust you realize it's Rocky. He rushes over to you, quickly untying you before throwing his arms around you.

"I'm so sorry, Imōto." He's hugging you, not too tight to help your injuries. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just hurt a lot." You quietly speak as he helps you to your feet. His arm wraps around you to keep you from falling.

"I had a feeling and I knew I should have left that meeting," He starts, some of his words sound broken as he tries not to cry. "If I had left then you wouldn't have been hurt this bad. It took us so long to find you and I am sorry."

You lean your head on Rocky's shoulder, everything feels heavy and almost everything hurts. A flood of relief washed over your body like a cool wave in the middle of summer when you saw your significant others. Granted they were both dirty and bloody, they looked happy that you were okay.

"Rocky," You begin, mumbling. "When I get patched up, can we just chill out, no fighting or drama for the day?"

"Of course." He squeezes your shoulder a little. Your eyes fell close as you exited the building, falling asleep.

When you awoke, Kizzy and Kaito were right beside you picking a movie out, food in Kaito's hand and a remote in Kizzy's. You move a bit, grimacing at the sudden sharp pain in your side when you attempted to sit up. This alerts the duos attention as they both look down at you.

"Hey, how are you?" Kizzy bends down, moving a piece of your hair out of your face. They seem to be relieved that you look a bit better.

"I'm doing fine. Where is Rocky?" You question, taking in a deep breath. Kaito points behind you, which takes you a while to turn over. When you do, you're met with your brothers sleeping face. Peaceful. He looks tired, so this was his chance to sleep. He's holding something in his hand, which you squint to get a better look at. Your baby blanket. He was that worried that he had kept it all these years.

"He didn't want to leave your side." Kaito turns his head to the side a little bit as you smile. You had kept a few things from your childhood, these consisted of your blanket, a few bracelets your sister had made you, and a letter that your brother wrote for you when you had just been born. You lost the other stuff but ended up keeping the blanket.

"We made you food." Kizzy plops down onto the bed, placing a kiss to your cheek.

#highandlowfanfic #highandlowfluff #highandlowangst #high and low fanfic #high and low rocky #high and low Kizzy #high and low kaito #Elixirol0gy #polyamory #polyamourous #KizzyxKaitoxReader #BigBrotherRockyxLittleSisterReader #request #requests open

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rui-drawsbox · 1 year

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I’m back on my bullshit 😔. (This got real long as I was writing it so I had to add the keep reading thing for everyone’s sake)

so… Mika as a bit of a villain, a bit of an evildooer, a bit of a malicious man. Would he transform like the magical knights or would he have to manually change outfits? Cuz I doubt that he would just go out without covering his face or disguising himself. If he has powers I would assume he gets his own special form, like an evil magical girl lmao.

Also, I was thinking about Bingus 💀. Mostly the actual threat he could pose to the magical knights. He feels like the type to use henchmen/an army of mindless henchmen, like an army of living dolls.

So, Mika’s powers, if he has em. Personally I don’t know whether he would, he could just be real good in a scrap or have powers given to him by Shu, or he could have magic of his own. If he did have magic of his own I feel like it would be something he didn’t really know to use before Shu got involved with him.

On the topic of Mika’s powers (again), I’m not sure what they would be exactly. I have a couple ideas, shadow manipulation, some kind of physical enhancement thing that lets him fight on past the point of serious injury and do physical feats that shouldn’t be possible (like bending his spine in ways it shouldn’t, or lifting cars and shit like that), or bringing plushies to life, or something to do with crows. Idk man, he has so many options but being a villain and all means he can have more than one to make him threatening : D (I’m getting tempted to write 😔)

Also what weapon would he use? I feel like he’d wield something unconventional, like a chainsaw or those giant pairs of scissors that you see in anime. Alternatively he could wield something graceful like a lance or spear (maybe one that resembles a big sewing needle ✨). Plus with the reach that the spear would have it would make him more menacing, especially in a fight against people wielding swords (cough cough the knights). Either way he’d be terrifying in a fight, I can just feel it. He’s so pathetic but if you hand him a weapon he’s fucking scary. (I really want to draw him lmao)

ALSO JUST HAD A THOUGHT!!! Shu and Mika fighting together could be really cool cuz if Mika has that body enhancement power where he can be injured beyond what’s possible for a normal human and still fight Shu could manipulate him like a doll to fight viciously. I have fight scene ideas in my head. Like straight up angsty shit tbh.

maybe Mika doesn’t know Arashi is a magical knight, and after he finds out he doesn’t want to fight her anymore but Shu pushes him on and actively makes him fight with like his powers or something. Puppet master Shu <<<333

losing my mind rn, anyways Mika screaming and crying while being forced to actively fight Arashi <<33 let him cry 😎 (I love Mika so much but like I want to see him crying sometimes)

Also Shu regretting his actions after realizing how torn up Mika is (emotionally, not just physically for once) after fighting Arashi. Shu redemption arc? Nah, that’s for season two, he’s a villain, he’s gonna double down on his shitty behavior by internalizing all of this and pushing Mika away while yelling excuses to get Mika to leave. Like calling him broken or useless because he knows it will get Mika to leave him. 🫠 I love writing too much, angst specifically.

also Mika bonding with knights at school before the reveal and seeing them as his first actual friends and companions outside of Shu. I feel like that would be really cute.

back to the girl boss and her friends cuz I’ve talked about Mika enough for now.

ARASHI AND KNIGHTS NOT BEING FRIENDS BEFORE ALL THIS BULLSHIT (except Ritsu, girlies gotta be girlies ya know?) AND BONDING OVER ALL OF THIS SHIT AND GROWING TO CARE ABOUT EACHOTHER LIKE A REAL FAMILY.

they should go sing karaoke together with Mika.

also just them doing domestic stuff together in general. Like having a movie night or cooking together.

ALSO, ya know how a lot of magical girl shows have like second forms or power ups that get revealed around the mid season, and how these are sometimes locked behind character based trials? Like, some character development has to happen first before the character can start using this more powerful magic?

I’ve been thinking. 😔 still don’t have words for these thoughts tho so I’ll be back.

Mika should unlock his true magical knight form, when.. OH HOLY SHIT HE COUKD BE LJKE A DARK KNIGHT, WAIT OH MY GOD I JUST HAD THIS THOUGHT!!! Back to what I was saying, he could unlock his true magical knight form after he leave Shu and, and! Decides to forgive him and actively starts working with the knights to save Shu from himself. Now that I’m thinking on it more, I feel like this would be more of a self actualization thing for mika. He’s finally making a decision for himself, and it goes against Shu’s wishes completely. Maybe he could get his actual powers in a burst of righteous fury over one of Shu’s self destructive actions :):):) broseph should grab that pretty boy by the collar and scream at him for once. It would do Shu some good to be yelled at occasionally, humble him.

I’m gonna shut the fuck up now. Arashi’s super magical girl form should be queen related cuz she’s the queen of knights, yada yada, I need to continue unpacking my stuff from my recent move, so I’m done opening my skull like a trap door and pouring the contents into your ask box for now.

I’ll be back (assume the tone was menacing, like an old wizard who speaks of the end times)

Your au is so fucking cool btw, thank you for the brain worms :):):)

Replying this took way more time than i thought because turns out i cant think in words lmao, so i sketched all the ideas i got from this in my free time the past days ksbxk

Starting with Mika and weapons! (And other's weapons but mainly Mika)

Yea hes pathetic but also the biggest menace with a weapon. At first i thought about double swords or some fact double weapon (u can see i recently watched the puss in boots movie) but i also like the idea of showing how inhumanly strong he is with his weapon, so a Claymore! A Big ass sword that is weird not being scared of getting closer! Im talking about his henchemen moment, because after all his redemption arc i feel like giving him a more futuristic spear, kind of like a sewing needle yea (i didn't drew that cuz i thought about It after but u get It?)

Now designs! My favorite parts! Henchemen!Mika:

An easy to fix/change-specific-parts uniform! Provided by his boss!

I honestly think he would not be completly human, mabye a genetically modified one or entirely artificial. I mean, if Knights are getting their powers from some random alien why not artificial people? I like the idea of his body being like a wooden doll, those which all their joints are joined by an elastic inside the body (or reference dolls for artists if is easier to search?), so he could stretch/broke his bones all he wants without worrying, besides, if his skin is hurt badly Shu would "heal" It for the sake of his incognito mode!

After redemption!Mika:

Dont focus in the colors--I'll fix It when i make everyone's outfits in digital skdjjs

Futuristic! Neon! Transparent parts of clothing! Bold shapes! Mika is now a brand new person, letting behind his heavy past focused on obedience to live his own life! In part thats why i wanted to give this version of him a spear, because its a lot more lighter than the Claymore and can be used a lot more freely!

Now the rest of Knights designs! Ritsu, Leo and Tsukasa:

(Tsukasa sword is in the wrong hand but lets ignore that)

Ritsu's skirt is really puffy, mainly because It makes me think its extremely comfy and soft like a cloud should feel! His cape is in the right side so It won't bother when using his sword

Leo skirt is parted at the side so he isnt limited by the cloth when fighting, talking about that! I gave him two swords mainly because hes ambidextrous but also because he gives me messy figther vibes, specially having fun when is surrounded

Tsukasa always gave me the most classical knight vibes, so he has the most simplest but not less elegant outfit! Really, search Female Knight and at least in the first five images there's someone with a similar skirt/naked legs

Now with some random ideas: i would LOVE the idea of Knights adopting Mika after he's dumped by Shu, It would be like Arashi taking care two times at week, the others one day at week and the free day they do a sleepover all together! It would be like that until him and Shu make up in the second season lmao. And yes It would be a heavy angst, the series starts with Arashi learning how to be a Magical Girl and making friends along the way and then It finish being super dramatic and sad. The only thing that could recover watchers from the finale is the classic outro where It shows everyone's getting along, Shu being scolded by Mika for being rude to someone and the final image is the graduation photo with everyone showing their diplomas and jumping like the good ol' Friends they are JWJDJJA

But no yea, come back anytime, i love reading all your ideas for the au! Theyre very creative and is super fun to imagine all the situations you describe!

#rui draw smth #enstars #ensemble stars #rui thinks loudly #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #leo tsukinaga #tsukasa suou #ritsu sakuma #(omg magical girl arashi)#enstars magical knights au

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the-sun-princess · 1 year

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Starira Weapon Name Ratings...2!

mostly bc my opinions have shifted a little after 3.5 years and to add in seiran and the carseats. also bc ppl have been reblogging the og one so.

*these’ll all be based on their 2star cards in starira, excluding seiran which will be based on the Starlight Gallery display

SEISHO

Karen: Possibility of Youth. Basically Karen’s childhood promise to Hikari and Karen’s limitless potential wrt that stage. I think she’s outgrown it a bit now, tho she is still young. What possibilities will she bring Now after her goal has been met? 6/10 Hikari: Blossom Bright. Has to make her brilliance bloom again after losing it. And shows how she CAN regrow and regain her brilliance and i Like it A Lot in ways I can’t quite articulate. 8/10 Mahiru: Love Judgement. Judging with Love. which honestly Mahiru does very a lot. I feel like most of Mahiru’s active Judging is firm and hard hitting. She wants what’s best for you and sometimes that’s scaring the shit out of you. With Love. Honestly fits her very very well imo. 10/10

Claudine: Etincelle de Fierte. Spark of Pride. I think claudine has more than just a Spark of Pride lmao. in french bc ofc it is. gets points taken away bc French. 4/10 Maya: Odette the Mavericks. So FUcking SILLY and honestly so fucking Maya. Got ur Swan Lake reference for Maya’s swan motif and ofc her Attitude of being Above the Rest and bending the stage to Her Will, not conforming herself to it. HOnestly it’s very fitting but GOD. It’s so STUPID. 6/10 Junna: Jade Bow. Boring. Junna you’re gifted with words and you couldn’t come up with a better name. You have different glasses for different moods and I bet you have ‘named’ them by those moods but all you can name ur bow is. Jade Bow. 1/10 Nana: Rondo. Symbolic of how Nana time loops herself, and generally dances around the others in terms of skill. But also she can’t break out of the cycle she’s put herself in, always falling back into it. it’s a bit bland tho. 7/10 Futaba: Determinater. Girl is gonna Hack her Way Into Being As Good as Kaoruko and You Can’t Stop Her. Very fitting for someone who never intended to go into performing tbh. She won’t Lose even if she didn’t originally Choose to be here. 7.5/10 Kaoruko: Daffodil. I mean flowers Are part of her whole schtick, but i feel like daffodil is an odd choice. I do suppose they could look like stars though? It’s also very simple for Kaoruko. Though for all of Kaoruko’s bluster and whining, she is very straightforward when she’s serious. Hmmm 5/10

bonus Sakura: Sakura Shield’s Beauty. beanie baby. honestly idk it’s not that exciting. she’s not an actor tho so i’ll let it slide. prob has something to do with her big sis Koharu. 3/10

RINMEIKAN

Tamao: Scattering of Petals. Gonna fuck Kaoruko Up. Blood Splatter Symbolism. The moment of Death and goodbye. Also a display of Romance. Honestly Much more resonant now than at the beginning. 10/10 honestly i love it. Ichie: Ichie’s Fan. BORING. ICHIE YOU ARE A LET DOWN. -100/10 Fumi: Kingfisher. a type of blade meant to break other swords. which i suppose is why she can’t beat Akira. akira’s got a big ol’ jousting lance. She DID break a big promise to Shiori, who wields a sword. so Asshole. Asshole who was fishin to be king and failed. loser. fitting tho 9/10 Rui: Shooting Star. You know, I gotta respect Rui for being the most Straightforward with her weapon name. SHe’s already a fuckin star people are watching shoot by. For all the top star symbolism, i HAVE to commend the shyest baby with stage fright for just Claiming Immediately that she’s a Shooting Star. 11/10 Yuyuko: Yumin Rinmeitei. dunno what it means. Probably something related to rakugo. Has part of rinmeikan in the name so points for school spirit. also Actually Sounds Like a Name. 8/10

FRONTIER

Aruru: Heavenmaker. honestly still 100% the coolest name here. Gonna make everyone a star shooting into the heavens. Will make a heaven for herself and her family. 100/10 Misora: Wild Punch. Honestly makes 0 sense you have a SPEAR, Misora. you cannot Punch with a SPEAR. However the idea of her fighting with the spear and then just sucker punching you when you get too close is hilarious. I’ll add a point for that. 4/10 Lalafin: One Millionth. Sounds like she’s only using one millionth of her true power. a very Hero Show sounding name. Do I Understand it? No. Must I give her points for being true to herself. yes. 6/10 Tsukasa: Dust Devil. Very frontier sounding. Also her choosing to ditch her strict japanese upbringing for masquerading as a gyaru for the funsies. Disguisin herself in the dust. idk it sounds cool and i like it 8/10 Shizuha: Unicorn Maiden. once again a VERY. SILLY. NAME. BUT DO I LOVE IT? YES. It’s such a weird name and i suppose as like frontiers first ‘star’/face she does have to appear to be the perfect rep. But also with her scythe, and unicorns horn, she’s got that Edgy Evil Side to her. nerd. also what is a scythe but a very pointy stick horse. stick unicorn. 8/10

SEATBELT EDELS

Akira: Platinlanze. Platinum Lance. Even more boring than Junna’s Jade Bow, because at least junna’s image color isn’t jade. no imagination 0/10 Michiru: Saphir Bestrafung. Sapphire Punishment. Very Fitting for the secret manipulator of the edels. you Will do as she says, Akira. well mostly. she scary. prob the best of the edel names tho. 6/10 Mei Fan: Rubin Hellebarde. Ruby Halberd. girl your spear isn’t even a halberd. what are you doing. this is even worse than Misora’s Wild Punch. 2/10 Shiori: Jade Angriff. Jade Attack. thank god it’s not jade sword. angriff also sounds like angry so. Shiori WILL attac. and i love her for that. Despite being the baby and the softest-spoken edel. Go nuts and call Fumi out. You deserve it baby girl. 8/10 for the vibes Yachiyo: Perlenpfeil. Pearl Arrow. gets points for not SOUNDING like Pearl Arrow, removes points for just being her image color and weapon. 3/10

CARSEATS

Stella: Anastrophe. defintion: inversion of the normal order of words for rhetorical effect. ex ‘the greatest teacher, failure is’-Yoda. usin that example since it’s pretty relevant to Stella’s story of just clamming up on stage. Also since she’s the founders granddaughter but didn’t grow up at Seigfeld. Honestly a cool name 9/10 Shiro: Schnee & Glockchen. most likely a reference to the waltz. also a name for snowdrops, the flower. listenin to the waltz i do feel like it’s very stella/shiro relationship vibes. Also like, bonus points for naming it after classical music i think that’s cool. plus it sounds cool. 11/10 Ryoko: Wild Chaser. Are you related to Misora, Ryoko. i suppose you both have a lotta siblings. But also kinda brings to mind the idea of someone struggling to catch up to the rest of a group with a single-minded determination, which suits Ryoko very well. 8/10 Minku: Circle of Connect. i mean u sure do have a circle weapon Minku. she’s also the one who kinda ties herself and Kuina to the other three. since Kuina’s pretty aloof to their more fun shenanigans thus far. also brings to mind friendship bracelets and that’s very Minku. awkwardly phrased tho. 6/10 Kuina: Swear by Heaven and Earth. VERY related to her and Minku’s promise atop Mt. Fuji. Straightforward, serious, but also deeply sentimental and i like that a lot. it’s fuckin cool. 15/10

SEIRAN

Koharu: Rosso Primavera. Red Spring. aw that’s kind of a mix of koharu’s image color and when sakura blossom’s bloom for her little sister. that’s cute. also Italian for seiran apparently. Also kind of like new beginnings but the redness is more intense than sakura pink, which could relate to koharu’s inability to chill. it doesnt really bring to mind koharu tho. 6/10 Suzu: Verde Vento. Green Wind. lame. i mean she is green. and she sure is full of hot air. and ties to the summer sky drama between her an mahiru. and alliteration is nice. 6/10 Hisame: Giallo Ghiaccio. Yellow Ice. oh honey i know you’re yellow and your name means ice-rain and you and nana’s drama was in winter but- what an unfortunate name. you’ve added color to the cold past prob also related to nana’s hair n warmth but god its just. Unfortunate. the alliteration is also nice, and at least you can’t really tell what it Means beyond probably yellow. 5/10 if you don’t know what it means, 2/10 if you do.

#revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #skrs #revstar #starira #vip #seisho #rinmeikan #seigfeld #frontier #seiran

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diaco1968 · 3 years

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Altair x Reader

Warnings! Smut, lemon, unprotected, a bit of choking, bit of humiliation, sounds a little dub/non con in the end

Note: I just realized I've written nothing for my first and longest crush, none other than the arrogant grumpy assassin! Sorry for the slight ooc-ness, I get weird writing about him...

Also amazing art! It's thanks to this, I've been visually crushing over this man for the longest time! *^*

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"Wanna blow off some steam, Assassin?"

He could still feel your hands all over him, the feeling of your touch;

Your fingers running up his abs, tracing his chest, running over his shoulders, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck before they carded through his hair finally coming to a rest in a tight demanding grip on the back of his head.

It was unlike whatever he was used to.

The girls in the garden. They just did what they were assigned to do. Though they were obedient and submissive, they didn't claw at him like they desired him.

It was unusual.

It was exhilarating.

It was wrong.

It had been one of the rare occasions where there was a brief pause in the conflict between the assassins and the templars. A moment of peace that kept you all from jumping at each other's throats while their mentors and your commanders talked out their differences for a mutually beneficial truce. And of course they both had the option of having their choice of bodyguards accompanying them.

That was how he first met you. In person and eye to eye. With a distance of less than a rooftop, even less than a swords lenght, apart.

He couldn't get it off his mind now.

You had heard of him, seen the havoc he had caused in your ranks without even being seen. And he had seen you before as you barked orders at your little pawns and cut through his less experienced brethren with no mercy.

Always from afar.

Maybe that was the reason you colided hard the moment those roles were gone and out of the way. Attracted by the differences like day and night.

So when you cornered him alone with that very suggestion you were met with little to no resistance as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips onto his. You demanded and you took as you pleased, making him bend to your will and despite his arrogant self, he liked that. He liked being wanted. The way you had him on his back in moments, straddling him so full of confidence. You were quite a skilled rider too.

Had him wondering if he had finally met his match?

Now as he stalked in the shadows waiting for you to make a wrong move, he wanted to take back. He wanted you. He had spent weeks being distracted time and again by the memories of your little encounter, now that he was so close to you again he couldn't help but drown deeper and deeper in his inner conflict. Thess were slightly different times, what if you rejected him? It would be so embarrassing... and he couldn't just kill you off if you did, that would harm the truce...

He shook his head as he caught himself thinking nonsense again.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent...

You were a templar though... did you count?-

He didn't have time to measure your innocence as your pawns left to do something you ordered them to and finally you were all alone. All his. Easy prey.

A hand wrapped around your arm, twisting it behind you as he pulled you into the alleyway and slammed you front first into the wall.

"You've become too dull."

"Have I really?"

That was when he noticed you didn't use your other hand to brace yourself on the wall. The little sharp pain in his side from the blade threateningly pressing into him was proof enough.

"You'd still die anyway. So, yes, you have."

He let go of your arm and you turned around to face him in the very little space provided by his arms caging you to the wall, teasingly grinding your ass back onto him. He of course suppressed the little hiss in response, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.

"You think I dismissed my men because I'm dull and not because I saw a certain assassin lurking around in the shadows?"

He narrowed his glinting golden eyes at you.

"You are bluffing."

You chuckled as you wiped at your scraped cheek to ease the stinging.

"What ever helps your ego."

You could see his scowl even from under the hood casting shadows over his face that complimented his features, as he loomed over you, completely silent. His sunkissed skin, sharp bones, haunting eyes, defined scar over his lips.

"You are in templar territory, what do you want, bird?"

His grimace at the nickname had you smirking triumphantly. Why did you have to know their language... it was annoying.

"Don't call me that!"

"But that's your name."

You looked smug and he didn't like that but you didn't have all day for the yarn of his ego to untangle on it's own. You reached up, slipping your hand inside the hood and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you so you could whisper in his ear.

"Or do you prefer, Eagle? Am I your poor little prey this time?"

He could feel the goosebumps rise over his arms as he growled in annoyance, your voice rolled over his skin smoothly.

"If you were, you wouldn't live long enough to mock me."

"Flattering."

Your smirk widened, nipping the side of his jaw and pushing him off a whole step before he could react.

"Come, boy."

"... tch..."

Clicking his tongue he wondered if this was all worth it any way as he watched your form striding down the alley, taking his time before he decided to follow you.

To an abandoned building, top floors almost burnt away, leading to a giant hole in the roof opening up to the skies. At the entrance you grabbed his hand cause he was hesitating to step in.

He would have preferred more hospitality... like your own quarters maybe...

He didn't have time to ponder as you pushed him back on one of the few surviving furniture, before straddling his lap.

... a long wooden bench... in a burnt building with cold stone wallls...

"We're in a church!-"

You were already half way through his robes, heavily dropping the weapon belt on the ground as you looked up at his anxious expression, scoffing.

"And? Are you a religious man, Assassin?"

He glared at you but you had a point. He just didn't expect such disrespect from you. Were you not fighting as part of Richard's army?...

"You're shameless."

"Shame is a weakness. You didn't seek me out beacuse I am a weakling now, did you?"

You plopped down on his now not dangerously armed crotch and his hands shot up to grab your hips and steady you.

"Who said I seeked you out? I was just in the area for a job."

"Ouch... you mean you killed off one of my men and came to add insult to the injury?"

He paused as you paused staring down at him. Well maybe he didn't choose his words right. He wasn't good at lying on the spot.

"That's hot."

At this point he had no idea if you meant the things you said or if you were being sarcastic. But he didnt care as you started grinding down over him.

Like last time.

Oh hell no.

He flipped you, so now you were lying on your back looking up at him surprised.

"Not this time. You are mine now."

"Oh? Fine then, show me what you've got."

You almost immediately regretted that as the pit in your stomach deepened not only from excitement but from fear as his fingers wrapped around your throat tightly, nudging your legs apart to settle between them. As you let him discard your clothes, it was probably the first time it downed on you. The danger you were in. He could actually kill you. And no one would know. Kill you and leave you there disgraced and dishonored with no one to know where to look for you.

You wheezed loudly, clutching the wrist of the hand he had wrapped around your neck, your train of thoughts derailed as he unceremoniously thrusted himself into you.

His fingers left your neck, to fist in your hair instead, arching your neck so he had more room as his lips met the delicate skin, his stubble scratching you pleasantly. You grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face deeper into the crook of your neck and he didn't mind endulging you, sucking and nipping on the skin, combined with shallow slow thrusts had you arching and twisting under him, trying desperately to get more friction out of him. He gripped your hips tightly, pinning you down and restraining your movements.

"I said you'll be good and do as I tell you to."

"That is not what you said."

"Don't test me, (y/n)."

He growled in your ear, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest and you were not about to argue with that as you hummed in response and decided to oblige.

He briefly pulled out of you, only to pull you up and dropping you on your knees on the stoney ground. With a hand on the back of your neck he had you face down, arse up and he plunged himself back into you groaning at the way you twitched around him eagerly with a loud wanton moan.

His other hand grabbed your hip to keep you from jerking forward while he drilled into you, completely different from his earlier pace.

"This is what you want after all. To be fucked like a little bitch with an important audience."

Between your moans and scratching at the ground in pleasure mixed with pain you didnt have time to wonder who, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back against him so you were facing the old crushed cross behind the altar.

"...you fucking basta-geh!"

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, down your throat, deep enough to make you choke and gag around them.

"I'd watch my mouth, if I were you."

He resumed kissing your abused neck, fingers thrusting in your mouth, creating lewd wet noises and heavy moans.

You were close, he could tell. You were constricting around him so tight he almost released a few times if not for the way you bit his fingers angrily. But he wanted you to finish first. Wanted you to whimper and beg as you just couldn't anymore.

He sunk his teeth in your shoulder and that was it for you. A high pitched mewl and you were clamping down on him violently as your release shook you to your core, slumping over him as he slowed down ever so slightly.

Then he let you drop on your front and resumed his brutal pace, seeking his own release now, disregarding your half hearted protesting sobs.

It didn't take him long and he finished over your ass, panting heavily as he watched your shaky body, get used to the abuse way too quickly as you rolled over underneath him to shoot him a glare.

Awkward silence engulfed you both as he got on his feet and even helped you up with a hand and you both started fixing up your clothes and putting your weapons back in place.

This was not how it ended last time. The silenece made him wonder if he did something very wrong. If your little forbidden rendezvous had come to an end because of him. If it had, it was probably for the best but... he felt a pang of sadness thinking about it. Oh how he wished for you to open your smug mouth and say something. Anything.

"I think we can both agree, I am better off in charge."

"You wish, Templar."

"...well... yes, I do. That's the whole reason behind our ancient conflict, Assassin."

#altair x reader #altair x reader smut #altair x reader lemon #assassins creed #altair ibn la'ahad #assassins creed imagines

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grailfinders · 3 years

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Fate and Phantasms #200

Wow, what a milestone, huh? It feels like only yesterday we were building Mash. Didn't even know you could grab multiple fighting styles back then. We were also one person back then. Things change. Things change even faster when you have magic eyes that let you bend anything you can see, so let's hurry up and build Asagami Fujino already. She is a Quandrix Sorcerer to tear apart anything she lays eyes on, as well as expand her field of vision beyond what her eyes can see. Dangerous combination, that.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: In the dark of the night, evil will find you! (If Rasputin ever become a playable character I am really going to regret using that one here.)

Wait, what's that...

Race and Background

No surprises here, Fujino is a Variant Human, because normal humans can't tear people apart with their mind. That means she gets +1 Dexterity and Charisma, as well as proficiency with Perception (kind of her deal) and the Tough feat. HP isn't just how much body you have to get hurt, it's also how badly getting hurt affects you. Fujino's deadened sense of pain means she can take hits and keep going, purely due to the fact that she doesn't realize she should stop. That means you're getting an extra 2 HP each level.

Fujino is a schoolgirl, so the closest thing we have is the Cloistered Scholar background. That gives you History and Nature proficiency.

Ability Scores

Your highest score should be Charisma. Your magic eyes are an innate part of you, and it's really easy to be frightening when you can tear a bridge down around you. Second highest should be Constitution, for the reasons we outlined in your background feat. Your Dexterity should probably be pretty high, you fight in clothing, and you fought against Shiki for more than five seconds without dying. That's impressive. Your Intelligence isn't that bad, though you're still going through school. We aren't dumping Strength, it's alright, but we are dumping Wisdom. You have a hard time feeling yourself and feeling connected to other people.

Class Levels

You're a Sorcerer, giving you proficiency with Constitution and Charisma saves, as well as proficiency with the Intimidation and Arcana skills. You've got magic implanted in your face, and again, bridge. As a Sorcerer, you can cast spells using your Charisma. Blade Ward deadens your senses further, giving you resistance to physical damage types for a round. Mending lets you twist a small item back together, instead of tearing it apart. Sword Burst is a short range bending... sorta. Force damage is hard to quantify. But it's free, so that's nice. You can also Shape Water to bend liquids to your will. For first level spells, Mage Armor helps you not die, and Magic Missile lets you shoot little bursts of twistiness that'll never miss. You also join the school of Quandrix, which gives you the starting gift of the spells Guidance and Guiding Bolt. They aren't super in character, but they're free, so suck it up. More Importantly, you learn Functions of Probability, helping you bend luck in your favor. When you cast a leveled spell targeting a creature, you can add an effect to a nearby creature (yourself included). A Diminishing Function forces a wisdom save (DC 8 + Chr mod + proficiency), and if it fails it subtracts 1d6 from the next attack roll it makes this round. Turns out swordfighting is hard when your sword is a corkscrew. Alternatively, a Supplemental Function lets a creature add a d6 to an attack or save made in the next round. This part is less believable, but if you're creative I'm sure it'll look good.

Second level sorcerers are a Font of Magic, giving you sorcery points equal to your level per long rest. You can turn them into slots, or turn slots into points. Eventually you can do other things. Also, you can cast Thunderwave now. It destroys objects, you destroy objects, it's a match made in heaven.

Now that you're a third level sorcerer, you can make your spells truly your own thanks to Metamagic! If you cast a Heightened spell, one creature in its effect has disadvantage on their save against it. If you cast an Empowered spell, you can re-roll a couple damage dice. Tearing people in half is generally hard to avoid, and kind of damaging. You can also bend the air itself by casting Dust Devil, creating a Medium sized tornado, dealing damage to creatures nearby and pushing them around. It'll even pick up dust and make things hard to see, though that's kind of a drawback for you.

Use your very first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma. Kind of a spell-based build, to be honest. Speaking of, Mage Hand probably doesn't have much tearing force behind it, but it's free. You can also cast Shatter for more indiscriminate destruction.

Fifth level sorcerers gain third level spells like Clairvoyance! Now you can see a bird's eye view of the battlefield, tearing your way through it like, well, you.

At sixth level it's about time you started bending the earth to your will. You can Velocity Shift nearby creatures if they start their turn or move within 30' of you. If they fail a charisma save you can shove them to any other point within 30' of you. You can react this way 30' per long rest. Twist debris at people and watch them scatter, it's fun. To help with that, you can also cast Erupting Earth, bending the ground in a 20' cube. This forces dex saves on creatures in the cube, dealing damage and making the area difficult terrain until it's cleaned up.

Seventh level sorcerers get fourth level spells like Stoneskin for even more deadened senses. Now you resist physical damage without having to waste your action every turn. It does use your concentration, but it lasts an hour.

Another ASI! Max out your Charisma for super special eyes. You can also Control Water to create truly damaging whirlpools. There's other options, but whirlpools! Who'd want anything else?

Oh hey, I found something you might want else. It's fifth level spell Bigby's Hand! You can grab people and play with them like a stress ball. Technically there isn't a twisting option, but a Grasping Hand is probably the best you'll do. It'll grapple a huge or smaller creature, and if it successfully does so you can Crush it as a bonus action for damage.

Another Metamagic option! Technically these spells are all just you looking at things, so grab Subtle Spell so you don't have to yell out all your attack names. You can also Mold Earth. It's not that powerful, but it's free twisting. You also get Telekinesis! Again, no "twisting" in the rules, but it's strong enough to lift an object of 1000 pounds, and fine enough to open a door. Their heads should be popping off here.

Sixth level spells! Here are the big boys of the spell world. If you twist anything enough, eventually it'll Disintegrate, dealing plenty of force damage and leaving behind a mess you can't even revive. A little too clean for Fujino, but it's destructive enough.

ASI time. Bump up Constitution for a thicker skin and more HP. HP changes retroactively, so you get an extra 12 HP here.

Did you know turning into rotini is painful? Your enemies certainly know that, thanks to Power Word Pain. If a charmable creature has 100 HP or less, their speed drops to 10', and it gets disadvantage on all attacks, checks, and saves, aside from constitution saves. If it tries to cast a spell, it'll be wasted if it can't pass a constitution save. The target stays in pain forever until it can pass a constitution save.

Cool, so fun thing about these Multi Class Subclasses! As long as you're the correct level, you can take any one feature they have each time you hit the appropriate level in your main class. Since the highest requirement is 14, we're taking Quantum Tunneling now, and we'll pop back to the other one later. Your senses permanently deaden, giving you complete resistance to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage. You can also bend your way through any physical objects, as long as you're willing to deal with a halved movement speed and 1d10 damage each square you move. You also have to end your turn in an empty spot. Playing to character this should leave a huge hole behind you, but maybe you're conscientious? You weren't raised in a barn, after all.

Your eighth level spell is Earthquake. Now no structure in your view is safe from your destructive powers. Tear open the earth, shatter structures, and interrupt concentration, there's nothing you can't do!

Bump up your Dexterity this ASI. Not getting hit is still pretty useful, even if you can't feel it.

Remember when I said turning into rotini hurts? I was wrong. Actually, it kills you. Please grab Power Word Kill to reflect these changes. You have become death, destroyer of mages. You also learn how to cast Distant Spells, doubling your spell's range. Your range should be "anywhere in sight", so this is a step in the right direction.

Okay, I guess we'll grab Null Equation. Once per turn you can twist up a creature you damaged. If they fail a constitution save, they get disadvantage on strength and dexterity saves, and they only deal half damage with weapon attacks, all for a round. You can do this Proficiency times per long rest. Again, real hard to hit people when your femurs are spring shaped.

Use your last ASI for more Constitution for more HP and better concentration.

We've finally done it, we've made a pure sorcerer build! It's time to finally learn the dark secret of the Sorcerer capstone. What feature could be so powerful we've completely avoided it for 200 builds? It's Sorcerous Restoration. You get 4 sorcery points per short rest. It's not good. Sorry.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You're good at dealing damage, and your most powerful spells deal Force damage, which almost nothing blocks against. That means you're consistent and deadly, a solid combination.

You're so good at damage that it isn't just limited to creatures. Use telekinesis, mold earth, and shatter to tear apart structures that are getting in your way. Walls? Torn down. Steel Beams? Melted. Bridges? Falling down.

Despite spending your entire time in a class with the worst hit dice imaginable, you're pretty tough to kill, with just over 200 HP, a decent AC for a spellcaster, and permanent resistance to physical damage types. To make things worse for fighters, it's also a pain to get near you, since you can tear up the area around you and shunt melee fighters away as a reaction.

Cons:

While you do have magic missile, a lot of your spells deal damage in wide areas, so your party might have words with you about using earthquake one too many times.

While you're good at tearing things up, that's just about all your magic can do. There's the occasional Clairvoyance and some defensive spells, but by and large you're either dealing damage or doing nothing.

Despite your great physical defense, you struggle a bit more against other damage types. If you end up fighting someone who can turn their knife into psychic damage, you might have a problem on your hands.

#fgo #fate grand order #kara no kyoukai #Asagami Fujino #D&D 5e #DND #Sorcerer

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agoddamn · 3 years

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To be honest, "totally unsympathetic and you're never personally invested" describes those who slither in the dark as a whole. I honestly think they just exist to remove agency/cculpability from characters we're supposed to actually care about.

Yeah, I've had a slightly crack theory for a long time that the Slytherins weren't in the original draft and were added in when they overhauled things to make Edelgard waifuable playable.

It's just remarkable how neatly they can be excised from the entire game (see also: Azure Moon), and particularly how Edelgard's motivations become a lot more cohesive if it actually was a corrupt branch of the faith that was trying for the whole two crest thing (because remember, in the game as-is there is no tangible in-universe function whatsoever for two crests; they do literally fucking nothing).

"Slytherins wanted a two-crest pawn for war" doesn't fucking add up, since there's no benefit to two crests. Nemesis didn't have two crests, so why would Nemesis II need two crests? Sword of the Creator? Why would that matter? It's not a reality-bending sword, just a fancy chainwhip. The Slytherins have nuclear missiles. There is no way that their plan was "engineer a two-crest pawn so they can use SotC because we can't win a war without SotC"--first because that's gibberish, and second because Nemesis himself used that sword without a crest! She never needed a second crest! It has no purpose!

#3h blogging

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soulwillower · 4 years

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helping hand • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: How about some Richie x Reader fluff and smut where Richie breaks his right arm protecting the reader from someone or something so they end up taking care of Rich and doing things for him until he's better. But one day they see he's frustrated and acting weird until he confesses he can't jerk off so the reader helps him out ;) also I forgot what emoji I was so I'll just be this lol - 🐜

warnings: swearing, smut, switch! richie, oral sex (male receiving), a teensy bit of dirty talk, unedited

[losers + reader are 18+]

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you keep your cool until richie sighs for the fifth time. "okay, what's wrong?" you ask, putting down your book and looking at richie, who's laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. so dramatic.

"oh, nothing." he says nonchalantly, but you quirk a brow. "do you need something? does your arm hurt?" you ask, starting to get up and find his painkillers. he shakes his head, using his good arm to prop himself up on his mattress as he tells you not to get up. your eyes catch the pink arm cast on his right hand and your lips quirk up at the messy writing all over it : in fancy writing, the name "dick" (courtesy of stan) glints under the light of richie's bedside lamp.

you'd written your name with a small heart because normally, had it been a different case, you would've drawn as many penises as you could fit - just like eddie and bill had done. but you had a little more sympathy for your friend because, after all, richie had broken his arm trying to help you.

as much as you're sure richie fantasized about being the 'knight in shining armor' that comes to the rescue with swords blazing, what he really did is break his arm by running his mouth. but honestly, he still was your knight in shining armor no matter what because you were unfortunately head over ass for the boy.

henry bowers is who you could blame for all this; its almost as if he had a knack for snapping kid's arms in two like he'd done to eddie when you were all thirteen. he'd been alone (for what might have been the first time ever), waiting outside keene's drug store when you, richie, stan and ben had come out, slushies in hand. he'd come to get a 'revenge' of sorts because you'd given him a slight embarrassment when you dumped your food tray on him earlier that day in the cafeteria.

he'd pushed you towards the wall (and yes, you had dropped your slushie) and wound back like he was about to really give one to you right in the gut, but richie had immediately grabbed his skateboard and smacked bowers in the head with the deck hard enough that you could slip away when he recoiled.

unfortunately for the rest of you, especially richie, bowers tossed him right to the ground and landed a solid punch to his cheekbone before stan, ben and you could rip him off. but it got worse, because richie called him something along the lines of "daddy's boy" and that struck quite a nerve, prompting henry to stomp down so hard on richie's forearm that it broke skin and you could hear the sickening snap.

so after a slight concussion, a round of minor surgery and a pink arm cast fastened around and up the crook of his elbow, richie was unable to go to school for a week and you felt the need to help him in any way you saw fit. you were concerned, but more than anything you just wanted to be around him, because he made you happy and made you laugh and turn red in a way that nobody else does.

"well then what's bothering you?" you ask, walking over so you're sitting sideways on his bed next to him. you swear his cheeks turn a little red and he grins small, "oh, nothing, sweet thing. it's all your imagination, i'm doing swell!" he insists, winking at you. it doesn't work though, and you roll your eyes. "if you don't tell me, i can’t do it for you and you’ll have to suffer in silence." you reason.

richie makes an odd expression and mutters, "you have no idea."

you're thouroughly frustrated now, "i promise, whatever it is i will do my best to do it for you or help you, i just need to know what it is!" you insist, annoyed that he's being so stingy.

he shakes his head, mimicking a zipper motion and he tosses the invisible key into his overloaded trash bin in the corner of his room. you huff and roll your eyes, deciding to pick up and fold some of the blankets on his floor.

if you wiggle your hips more than necessary when you bend over, that’s your own business and not richie’s. and if he stares openly at your ass with his bottom lip punctured under his canines, that’s his own business and not yours.

"no, doll." he says, but his cheeks are bright pink, his lip caught between his teeth as his eyes avoid yours. "you - no." he insists, chuckling to himself awkwardly. despite how weird he was acting, your stomach flutters and sways around because of how goddamn cute he was, how attractive it was when he bit his lip. jesus, you're so fucked for him.

you tilt your head, feeling annoyed that he's being difficult, "just tell me!" you insist, looking at him bewildered. what isn't he telling you?

"well i can't, like, just tell my best friend that i'm frustrated because i can't rub one out without giving my dick cast-burn. that shit hurts, by the way." he adds, groaning as he rubs his forehead in exasperation.

you feel yourself burn red at the words he says and you roll your eyes, "well you just did and i'm horrified." and that's very, very far from the truth.

in all honesty, right now as you look at richie you can't help but imagine him, lips parted and cheeks warm as he pants, the sweet moans and groans that would leave his lips as he touches himself. in fact, it makes you clench your thighs together.

"can't you use your other hand?" you ask tentatively, unsure if you're crossing a boundary that you don't want to cross. because richie is, as you and the losers very well know, very open about his sex life, and you're afraid he will tell you things that will make you see green in jealousy.

"it just doesn't feel as good, y/n." he mumbles, falling back and sighing. tentatively, you lay your hand on his thigh as you pull yourself up closer to his body. "i'm weak. and injured." he adds in a whine.

"i'm not." you say, lifting a brow. your stomach starts to burn as you realize what you're going for right now - what if richie gets disgusted?

you snap out of it as richie sits up, propping himself so he can look up at you with raised eyebrows. "well lucky you, that doesn't help me, though." he says with a lifted brow.

you shrug, deciding to just fuck it and shoot your shot. "it could." you say boldly, your hand still on his sweats. he gapes at you, slowly licking his lips as an awkward laugh escapes his mouth. the huff of his laugh isn't one of mockery; more one of disbelief as he already feels himself twitch under his sweats as you look down at him.

you clear your throat softly, "i could."

"oh, shit." he mutters, eyes wide and a smirk on his face. "y-you're for real?"

you nod as he sits up slightly so he's even with you, his breath hot as it hits your face. you shrug, hand gliding up slightly to reach his waistband. his breath hitches as your fingertips run over the band. "only if you want it."

the way he nods and pulls you directly to him would be pathetic if you didn't feel the exact same (if not more) desperation in your body for him. his lips are shockingly soft and you smile against his lips as you realize he's wearing bev's strawberry flavored chapstick. as his tongue slides into your mouth, your hand slides over to palm his hardening dick, smiling a bit as he moans at the touch.

a few minutes later you've lost both your shirts, hickies splattered throughout richie’s chest and neck, and you climb between his legs, knees on the ground as his legs fall to the ground from his bed.

you slide his sweats off and he lets out a whine. "think you can handle it?" you mutter with a smirk. his red cheeks puff a bit as he rolls his eyes.

you press your thighs together at the sight of his dick straining against the fabric of his boxers. “y/n. you’re.. fuck.” he mutters as you mouth over his fully hard cock. your hands come up to the waistband of his boxers and you slide them down as he watches you with intense eyes.

his cock is hard and long and you grip his base, your hand coming to steady yourself on his thigh, trying not to show your shock at how big he actually is.

"think you can handle it, toots?" he says cockily, recalling what you'd said earlier and making you roll your eyes. "shut up." you mutter and slowly you start to move your hand, darting your tongue out and flattening it to lick from the base all the way up to his tip, staring into his eyes as you take in his tip.

he’s muttering swears, eyes wide as he watches you suck lightly. as you take a breath and sink lower onto his cock, your tongue flattening on the bottom of his shaft as you push further, he tightens his grip.

he lets out a low moan which might be the hottest noise you’ve ever heard, his hands flying to the back of your head in pleasure. the rest of him that you can’t fit you pump with your hand, your head bobbing and making obscene sounds in his empty bedroom. you have to clench your thighs because you're so incredibly turned on, enthusiastically moving your head as he groans. the action makes you moan around him and he moans your name, motivating you further.

you shiver when his good hand comes to gather your hair back behind your head as well as he can, muttering "fuck, doll, been wanting this for forever." you’re breathing through your nose, swallowing around him and you moan at his words because god, you've waited forever too. he feels so good, so big as he stretches your throat and you do your best to swallow around him. "good, right there. 'm close, y/n/n."

he pushes your head down on him slightly and you choke, pulling back. he looks regretful, even though his cherry lip is caught between his pearly white teeth and his hair is disheveled and his cheeks are rosy. “that- that was hot. you can do that again.” you gasp, voice broken as you suck in breaths. you feel a string of spit from your lips to his dick and he smirks, eyeing the sight. he shuts his eyes, clenching his jaw, “fuck-” he mutters before he guides you down to his cock again, thrusting slowly.

his hands forcing your head down lightly. “yeah, toots. just like that.” he says lowly as you try to relax your throat, gagging as he pushes you further down on him. you feel him hit the back of your throat and he moans loudly.

you try to pull back to breathe, but he holds you for a few more moments before he quickly pulls you off. you gasp and sputter, knowing you’re fucked because that was about the hottest thing to ever happen to you. you just stick your tongue out again, opening your mouth eagerly. you want him back in your mouth. "please, rich." you say and his jaw almost drops, eyes dark as he pushes you back onto him and guides your head up and down, hitting your throat.

spit is streaming from your mouth and the room is filled with the sound of his cock in your mouth and your moans. you can tell he’s getting close and you hollow your cheeks as well as you can. “shit, doll, i’m-i’m gonna cum.” he mutters, trying to pull you off, but you stay, bobbing and sucking, wanting to taste him for as long as you can.

and he spills into your mouth, your hand slowing to a stop as you slowly slide your mouth up and down, tongue lapping up all the cum from his cock. you swallow it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and gasping. his cheeks are bright red, his chest heaving as he tugs your hands so you fall onto the bed with him, his casted arm resting against his chest, you during up on his side. it's quiet for a few moments as he tugs his boxers up.

he turns his head on the mattress and you do too, eyes meeting. "how can i get you to do that even when the cast comes off, babe?" he asks - his voice is teasing but soft. you grin softly and roll your eyes. "i think you just need to ask, rich." you say with a short chuckle. he boops your nose with his non casted arm and it releases an embarrassing amount of butterflies in your stomach.

"right. hey, y/n, can i go down on you?" he asks with a smile. your face feels hot as you gape at him, shocked at his bluntness. "rich, i-"

he laughs, "nah, doll. but for real, will you go out with me sometime? i promise i'm a gentleman. i'll buy you dinner, and then go down on you."

you roll your eyes, smushing his face with your hand as you laugh, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. "yeah, sure. i'm doing it for the food, though." he laughs loudly at this. "sure." he mutters, pulling you to his chest.

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kohakuarisaka · 3 years

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Smoke & Feathers [Wings]

Smoke & Feathers is a collection of writings for my OC, Arisaka Kohaku, and revolve mainly around her relationship with Takami Keigo, or Hawks. These chapters likely will not be written in proper timeline order since I’m just writing ideas as they come to me.

Even though not every chapter will contain the following, for safety, regard as Rated M(18+) for graphic sexual content, canon-typical violence & gore, body horror, and explicit language.

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Chapter Summary: For the first time in his life, Hawks wanted someone to touch his wings.

"I want you to touch my wings."

The first thing that came out of Kohaku's mouth was a very stupid sounding, "huh?"

She was certain that she had misheard him. But, when Kohaku spun around to face the winged hero, and saw the serious expression he had settled on her, she realized she hadn't misheard him.

"I want you..." Hawks uttered again, staring at her intensely, "...to touch my wings."

His wings: an assort of crimson feathers that grew out of his back, assembled into a wing-like shape, fine plumes that curved at the top, bending down to older, longer feathers that spread wide.

They were his mutation, his quirk, his sword and shield. They gave him flight, enhanced his senses, made him a deadly assassin and skilled hero. If anyone ever spotted those bright red plumes, they immediately knew it was winged-hero Hawks.

Kohaku never dared touch them. Just because they had agreed to add intimacy to their relationship didn't mean she was entitled to touch him like that. She respected that boundary, like she respected every other boundary that went unspoken between them.

Anyone with half a brain knew that Hawks didn't like having his wings touched, whether they came to that conclusion because it was common courtesy or witnessed him get irritated with a grabby journalist.

She saw his adam's apple bob silently, his gold eyes a bit nervous beneath her gaze and silence.

He always looked out of place in her bedroom. Her apartment was small and clearly made for a single person. She had moved some furniture around to accommodate his wingspan, since he accidentally knocked a bunch of stuff over the first few times he came over.

Sure, he could tuck them in tight against his back; but, she didn't want him to feel obligated to do that, especially when he was choosing here of all places to unwind. When he had stopped by unannounced on her day off and asked if he could take a nap, she was flattered, actually.

Right now, seated in the edge of her bed, with his wings stretched out across the sheets behind him, a nervous expression on his face, he looked more out of place than ever before.

"Hawks, what brought this on?" Kohaku asked softly, her head tilting a little. "Was it something I-?"

"No," he interrupted her hoarsely. "I've never let anyone before." He had one leg dangling over the edge of the bed, the other propped up and drawn in close to his chest.

That didn't mean that no one ever had, but that he had never allowed it, never asked for it, or maybe even never wanted it before, which left an uncomfortable feeling in the bottom of her stomach.

"If you don't want to..." Hawks began, trailing off as his nerves got the better of him.

"I do," Kohaku protested softly. "I'm just... surprised."

Kohaku stood up from her desk and approached the bedside, feeling almost hypnotized by the gaze he had focused sharply on her. He was watching her as if he didn't trust her, like she could make an unexpected movement at any moment.

"Are you sure?" she asked, stopping before she was in arms reach.

He had thought about this a lot, not that he wanted to confess that to her. When he was inside her, hovering above her, claiming her, and felt her hands creep along his shoulders in their moments of passion, sometimes, he wished she would venture lower.

He wanted to feel those fingertips slide over the soft plumes along the bend, tug on the longer feathers that spread out beneath. Most of all, he wanted to feel her touch the divot where his feathers disappeared into his back, where feathers met human skin.

"Yeah," he answered lowly, gaze softening.

Hawks was a little surprised when Kohaku didn't immediately dive behind him, but slowly slid into his lap, giving him a wide opportunity to push her away if he so desired.

He already knew he was on edge; however, he seemed to underestimate how high-strung he was, for even he was surprised by the way he flinched when her hands carefully fell onto either side of his neck.

Luckily, Kohaku didn't take that as a sign to stop. Hawks sighed when her fingertips slowly maneuvered to the back of his neck and slid up into his hair.

His head tilted back and his eyes fluttered shut. He blindly sought out her lips, finding them with expert precision, and gobbled up the sigh that escaped her.

He expected her fingers to dive down and grab fistfuls of his plumage. However, she kept playing with his hair as they kissed, even when his hands grabbed at her waist and shamelessly dragged her down, grinding their clothed crotches together.

She parted from his mouth and he hissed against her skin, "Haku." It sounded like a warning, but Hawks wasn't sure what he was scolding her for. As if against his will, his wings shuddered behind him, delivering that answer.

Kohaku untangled her hands from his hair, moved them to his shoulders for leverage, and carefully lifted off his lap. Now, Hawks didn't look uneasy, but eager, maybe even a little impatient. She liked him like that.

When she circled around him slowly, Hawks felt like he was being targeted by a lioness. There was something unmistakably hungry in her dark eyes. Yet, it was tamed by her gentle nature.

"Is this alright?" she asked as she climbed onto the bed and slid into the space behind him, disappearing from his field of view.

His feathers could still feel her: the vibrations from her heart beating in her chest, feel the bed shifting subtly from her movement, the frame creaking. He could make out the shape of her behind him.

"Yeah," he replied, sounding breathless so soon, despite nothing occurring just yet.

For a moment, Kohaku just sat there and stared. Hawks had stretched his wings out to give her room to situate behind him. As such, the fabric of his shirt shifted and stretched. She could see where the feathers met his skin, where the red plumes disappeared into the plains of his back.

Her hands fell on his clothed shoulders, and he twitched almost violently in response, as if not anticipating that touch. It was absurd; he knew she was back there, he had asked for this, could feel her movements, and she had touched his shoulders many times before, but-

"I'll be gentle," she murmured.

Hawks couldn't resist a sharp laugh. "You don't have to be gentle," he advised, as if the suggestion was preposterous.

However, Kohaku ignored that. Despite how certain he sounded, the tenseness of his shoulders as her hands smoothed over the muscles betrayed his words. Even his wings, which normally fluttered faintly behind him, were stiff and unmoving.

Hawks waited anxiously for her to touch them. He could feel how close she was, could almost feel her fluttering breaths. However, she was massaging his shoulders instead.

"Haku-"

"Hawks," she interrupted him sharply.

He laughed again. It was warmer this time, and his shoulders trembled a little.

"I'm kind'a dying here, okay?" he offered sincerely. "I usually hate when people touch my wings; but, been thinkin' about this for awhile now -’bout you. Don't chicken out on me... ‘kay?"

Kohaku huffed out a weak laugh, more so to calm her nerves than because he said anything remotely humorous. Finally, her hands slid down his back and Hawks couldn't resist a quiet sigh.

His shirt was tailored specifically for him. There were two openings in the back with thick semes, allowing his wings plenty of room to fit through without leaving his back wide open and exposed.

She pushed at the material, sliding it enough out of the way to expose some skin, specifically the skin that cradled feathers. It was interesting to see a lack of protruding shoulder blades and tufts of feathers in their place.

"Do they grow from the bone?" she asked softly, the words falling from her lips before she could consider that maybe she shouldn't ask that.

"Yeah," Hawks answered, surprisingly.

Hair grew from follicles in the skin. Feathers on birds were much the same. However, Hawks wasn't a bird, and his feathers weren't like bird feathers. They felt and looked the part, for the most part, but were more intune with his nervous system than a strand of hair.

From his back, short plumes grew, tiny feathers. They were deeper red than the older, long feathers at the ends of his wingspan, faded slightly from exposure to the elements.

Rather than touching the baby feathers first, she decided to ease into it by starting with the older ones. Hawks felt her hand wrap loosely around one of the larger feathers.

He hadn't gone on a dangerous mission in a few months. So, his wings had grown out magnificently. His oldest feathers were quite long and could sag to the ground if he let his wings droop. Right now, they were dipped across Kohaku's bed sheets.

One of her hands curled around a large feather and slid down, smoothing over the fine bristles with curiosity. While the older feathers weren't as sensitive, the soft caress was a striking difference to what those feathers normally felt.

He used them as weapons, as blades. The bony ends could be sharpened and he could fly them with enough velocity to pierce armor. They picked up and held things. He almost wanted to tell her not to touch those.

But, he knew that she knew what he was capable of, what he could do, what he had done, what he would do if he had to. Yet, her hands still touched the soft quills as if they were delicate. The admiration in her touch along was almost nauseating.

From there, she carefully moved up until her fingertips met the bend of his wing and caressed the plumage with curiosity.

She was fascinated by the solidness of his wings. They were just a collection of feathers and lacked bone and veins like a real bird wing. Yet, they felt so strong, so heavy. It made it all the more impressive that he carried these around with him all the time.

Her fingers moved along his wing, slowly nearing his back. His back muscles visibly tightened and his wings flexed, an unconscious response to push her away from a very fragile part of his body. Some feral part of his mind told him to push her away. It was defensive, and he knew that. But, he also knew he wasn't in danger.

Not from her.

"Sorry," she murmured, hands retreating.

"No," he breathed. "It was just reflexes. Don't stop."

Cautiously, her hands returned their journey down the span of his wings. This time, he found the will to relax as her fingers touched the baby feathers that jutted from his back, one hand on each appendage.

Her fingers dipped between the plumes and dug into the soft, delicate skin there. Hawks didn't know what he was expecting; but, he wasn't expecting the touch to feel good enough to make him cry out suddenly.

He felt Kohaku twitch behind him, clearly startled by his outburst. Luckily, she didn't stop this time. His wings relaxed, sprawled out surrenderingly to give her room to touch skin that no hands had ever touched before.

"Fuck," he panted out hoarsely, his head falling back and nearly clocking her in the face.

Kohaku nuzzled her face into the back of his neck, firmly to try and stabilize him. She slid in a little closer, curling behind him as best as she could with his wings positioned where they were.

Her fingers were tangled in the crimson feathers at his shoulder blades while she kneaded the skin there. It was a bizarre, very inhuman texture. She had nothing to compare it to, not quite rough, but uniquely not soft either.

Hawks was trembling, wheezing out harsh breaths and soft moans. "Is that good?" she whispered, hot breath fluttering against the space behind his ear. The answer was obvious, but she couldn't help but encourage him.

He groaned out a weak, "yeah."

This was new territory, for both of them really, and Kohaku wasn't quite sure what felt good. So, she had to guess. He could control each individual plume and could detach and reattach them at will. Yet, that didn't stop her from gently tugging, like softly pulling on hair.

His wings flapped, nearly colliding with her in the process, as if in protest. However, the broken moan that fell from his mouth proved it was anything but. So, she alternated between gentle tugging and soft kneading.

The sounds he was making made it near impossible for her to think straight. She didn't know Hawks was capable of making noises like that. The broken moans, hoarse whimpers, and breathless sighs was like something out of a porno.

Wound up tight like a bow, Kohaku found it near impossible to resist any longer. She carefully removed her dominant hand from Hawks' back and reached around to his front.

He had been so focused on the sensations from the base of his wings that Hawks failed to realize how hard he was. Now, with her palming his clothed erection, there was no way to ignore it.

"Fuuuuckk," he growled. "Ya' tryin' to kill me?"

However, despite his words, Hawks was clearly not protesting. When she started fumbling with his belt, he lifted his hips off the bed and lowered his hands to help her.

He was distracted by her hand wrapped his cock just enough that he didn't notice her head dip down, until he felt lips kissing at the skin by his feathers.

His wings shuddered in response and she seemed to take that positively. While the short plumes were soft, they were bundled together tightly, making the wing bend firm.

If she was being honest with herself, Kohaku was certain that Hawks' sounds had put her on auto pilot. She flattened her cheek against his skin and bit down at the base of his wing. It was gentle; but, there was no mistaking that touch was anything but sharp teeth.

Hawks didn't just moan, he shouted, and the sound made her spine rattle.

"Aghhhn - fffuu-Ha-Haku! Fuck - fuck-!" he cried out, words breaking off into broken moans.

Kohaku couldn't work him through it herself, for he started moving his hips, fucking up into her hand desperately. Her teeth held him firmly, but not tightly enough to hurt, only easing up when his orgasm began to wane.

As he came down from his high, Hawks was gasping, chest heaving. He probably should have been embarrassed for coming so quickly. However, instead, as he felt Kohaku peel away from his back, all he could think about was how he wanted more.

She barely had a second to process everything before he was pulling his cum-stained shirt off, throwing it to the floor and spinning around. His wings flapped once to give him some momentum and he pounced on top of her. She flung backwards and Hawks came overhead, pinning her to the bed.

"You fucking-" he snarled against her lips.

She almost thought she was in trouble, until he started kissing her. It probably couldn't be called a kiss. It was more like he was trying to eat her mouth. That didn't stop Kohaku from reciprocating eagerly, trying to match his pace.

Some feathers were working her pants down her legs. She recognized their soft touch against her skin, and Kohaku could only sigh deliriously into the kiss, shamelessly excited.

Her hands wove through his hair and pushed back strands off his forehead. Hawks leaned back for a moment, gold eyes fluttering open to take in her aroused face, before he descended rapidly, this time shoving his tongue past her lips.

Once she was freed of her bottoms, his hand smoothed over her thigh and felt her heated skin. His nails gently bit down there, as if warning her before he dipped digits in between her thighs.

Hawks groaned into her mouth when he felt the wetness there. It was slippery, and two digits sank into her heat with no resistance. She mewled weakly into the kiss when he prodded at her insides.

He pulled away from her lips with a wet smack. "You're so damn wet," he growled. "My wings turn you on that much?"

"No," she groaned back at him, head falling back into the sheets when he reached her sweet spot effortlessly. "Your sounds - and you fucking came when I - ohhhh!"

He chuckled darkly before grunting agreeingly, "yeaahh. Didn't know it was gonna feel that fucking good." His voice was hoarse and his words slurred ever so slightly.

He fingered her almost carelessly, eating up the delicious whining that poured from her mouth. He knew full well she could handle some roughness; still, he was surprised by how sopping wet she was, walls loose, ready to take him so soon. Thank god for that, for he was still hard and it fucking hurt.

"Haku, can I-"

"Yes," she practically snarled at him, eyes opening suddenly and glaring up at him.

He would have laughed at her pushing his arm away if he wasn't as worked up as she was. He didn't bother undressing further, just lowered his hips to meet her sex. He nudged forward carefully, as least having enough braincells left to work into her slowly.

Hawks and Kohaku moaned out in unison as they united. She didn't hesitate to reach up behind him, hands sliding up his back to dip into the lower region where his feathers grew from his back.

"Oh fuck!" he hissed out, nearly collapsing on top of her when he felt those naughty fingers dip into the planes of his back.

"N-n-not gonna be able to re-ahhh," he stammered out, cutting off into a groan when her fingers tangled in his fingers.

"God, don't resist!" Kohaku cried out shamelessly, legs tightening around her waist.

He started a punishing pace, fucking into her as if his life depended on it. Kohaku's head was tilted back, red hair a mess tossed about above her head. Hawks buried his face in her neck where he tried to drown out disoriented growls and moans.

He had one hand grabbing a fistful of the bed sheets while his other dipped beneath her knee to hoist her leg up until her knee brushed his ribs.

"Ya' like playing with my wings, hah?" he snarled into her throat, lips and teeth moving against her skin.

"Like touching Hawks," Kohaku mewled out dumbly.

If she didn't know any better, she would have thought he was angry. Maybe he was, in a way. He could easily make her stop if he wanted to. He was still in control of the situation, that much was certain; but, there was no denying the trust in allowing this. Maybe, that was precisely the problem. This pleasure would certainly be addicting.

He was thrusting into her with such ferocity that she was barely even playing with his wings anymore. Her fingers were woven through the plumes at the base and gripping his back, holding on for dear life as he fucked her.

She felt the drag of his beard across her skin as he moved his head, and felt the burning warmth of his breath harshly huffing out against the skin of her shoulder. His nails were biting into her leg, but she couldn't be bothered to mind the pain.

"Fuck - fuck - you're gonna make me come again," he snarled.

Kohaku felt more flattered than she cared to admit. At this point, she doubted she was doing anything meaningful. She could hardly move, hardly do much of anything but lay there and take it. Not that she was the least bit perturbed: the pleasure was mind-numbing.

"Hawks," she whined. "Please-"

He released her leg and planted his hand on the bed, near her head, so he could prop himself up and look down at her. When she felt him retreat, her eyes fluttered open to look up at him. Wispy, blonde locks that were normally pushed back were flopped over his face, some strands cleaning to his temples. His gold eyes were taking her in with a heated gaze that threatened to melt her.

"Please what?" he pleaded. "Fuck - Haku, 'm close. What do you need?"

She didn't get to answer, for he had managed to give it to her anyway. Her eyes fluttered shut, head falling back and she came with a sharp cry. That, combined with her face contorted in pleasure, sent him spiraling over the edge.

Even when he stopped thrusting and collapsed on top of her, Kohaku didn't stop shaking. She felt his lips kiss at her cheeks, a little worried, a little apologetic. She huffed out a weak laugh and forced her eyes open to look up at him tiredly.

Slowly, carefully, Kohaku unwound her fingers from the base of his wings. She watched the appendages flap softly once, then twice, before stretching out laxly across the bed.

"Wow," she sighed.

"Wow," he agreed, equally breathless.

Slowly, he slid out of her, fixed his clothes, and flopped down on the bed beside her. Before Kohaku could act on her own accord, Hawks arms were winding around her back and pulling her into his chest. She felt one of his wings fold protectively over her.

As their eyes met, something unspoken was exchanged. They both knew this wasn't a part of the agreement. Then again, what had occurred before this embracement most certainly wasn't either. He shouldn't hold her like this. She shouldn't touch him like that.

Yet, that didn't stop them from kissing, lips weaving together with the familiarity of lovers and not... whatever this was supposed to be.

"Thank you for trusting me with that," she uttered against his mouth.

"You... trust me with a lot more," he retorted softly.

An excuse was on the tip of her tongue. 'It didn't matter', was what she wanted to say. However, she knew he wouldn't want to hear something like that.

He knew everything there was to know about her. Kohaku didn't even know his real name. A sensible person wouldn't have considered that a fair exchange. But, Kohaku never challenged that, nor did she try to argue that she was sensible.

She knew his heart, and that was enough.

"Don't fall asleep on me," Hawks protested weakly. However, it was clear by his drowsy tone, that he was the one on the verge of falling asleep himself.

"Be quiet," Kohaku protested weakly, snuggling further into his chest, careless to the state of her undress and the project she left unfinished on her desk.

It could wait.

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kanerallels · 3 years

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Donicus Crossover ATLA (PLEASE ADD TOPH PLZ PLZ PLZ) Thank you!!!

It would be my honor-- here goes nothing lol!!!

Pairing: Marcus Lanum/Idony St. Claire

Word count: ??? I'm on mobile rn, I'll update this later. Somewhere in the 1000s

Tags/Warning: G rating (for glaring, at Marcus, from Noah). One minor injury and a little blood

Getting lost in Republic City was no joke. The place was absolutely huge, with a lot of streets and different buildings. It was also decidedly unhelpful when some people in your group (Berlyne, Apen and Noah) wanted to go watch pro-bending, while others (Marcus, Enel and Idony) wanted to find the library. (Chara and Joe were undecided.)

“I could have sworn we should have turned left back there,” Marcus muttered, studying the map he was holding. The whole group had paused on a street corner, and he and Apen were studying the map, trying to figure out where they were. Berlyne and Noah were nearby, mostly making unhelpful comments as Enel and Chara ignored the whole proceedings while excitedly pointing out parts of the city to each other.

As for Idony, she had her arm tucked around Marcus’s, her head tilted up towards the sunlight as she listened to the city. Marcus paused a moment to look away from the map at her, seeing the way the sun glinted off her golden curls and a soft smile turned up the corners of her mouth.

Then he saw Noah shoot him a glare, and hastily redirected his attention to the map, just as Apen shook his head. “No, we were supposed to go straight-- if that’s even where we are. I think we’re on this street.” He jabbed a finger at a different spot on the map.

“Impossible,” Marcus protested. “We passed the candy store on Main Street-- that was where we got off track in the first place because Enel was trying to drag us in there.”

“Yeah, and we went east instead of north.”

“No, we--”

Berlyne let out an exasperated sigh. “You guys have been arguing about this for the past ten minutes. Why don’t we just ask for directions again?”

“We don’t need them!” Marcus said, lifting the map. “I can figure out where we’re going. Now, where did we turn past the police station again?”

“I’m with Berlyne,” Irony said to Marcus’s dismay. “We should just ask how to get there. Enel!”

The copper-haired boy turned from the fire hydrant he and Chara were admiring. “Yeah?”

“Would you and Chara find someone who can give us directions, please?”

“On it!” Enel promptly darted out into the street with Chara on his heels. He’d barely made it two steps when Marcus heard someone shout, “STOP!!”

Chara froze, and Enel, who did not stop, slammed straight into the source, a tan-skinned young man around Marcus’s age. He had a ponytail, although his hair was shaved at the sides, and wore a blue tunic and pants and blue fingerless gloves. At his side he wore a long sword that Marcus recognized from his reading as a jian, and on his back was a strangely triangular-shaped sheath of some kind.

He squinted at Enel. “Oh. Good news, guys, he’s not actually on fire. That’s just his hair.”

“Which is exactly what we told you,” pointed out one of his other two companions. They were both girls around his own age-- one in green robes and armor, her face painted completely white, with red above the eyes and along her lips. The other girl was younger and a little shorter, clad in what looked to be a green jumpsuit of some kind, with a pale yellow overtunic. She was shoeless for some reason, and her bangs hung loose over her eyes, which-- Marcus did a double take-- were filmed over in a similar manner to Idony. Was this girl blind, too?

Shrugging, Berlyne said, “Well, it’s an understandable mistake when it comes to Enel.”

Enel shot her a wounded look as Apen blurted out, “Wait-- are you a Kyoshi warrior?” He was staring at the girl in white makeup, who looked surprised.

“I am,” she said.

“I’ve read about those,” Marcus said, his eyes widening. “Named for the mythical Avatar Kyoshi, who supposedly founded them. You’re made up entirely of women and wield weaponized fans.”

“I heard stories about you growing up,” Apen said, his eyes going glassy as he clearly slipped back to the past. “My si-- uh, people I knew hero worshipped you guys.”

“We’re honored, in that case,” the girl said with a smile. “I’m Suki. This is Sokka of the Water Tribe, and Toph Beifong.”

“Beifong? As in Lao Beifong, the business man?” Apen asked.

Folding her arms, Toph said, “No, as in Toph Beifong, greatest earthbender in the world. Get that in your head, short stuff.”

“Hey!” Apen looked offended as Toph whipped out an arm, pointing directly at Marcus.

“As for you, yes, I’m blind. Stop staring or I’ll throw you in the ocean. I have pretty great range as an earthbender, you know.”

“I wasn’t staring,” Marcus protested, and Sokka chuckled.

“First mistake-- Toph can sense when you’re lying.” Leaning over to Apen, he said, “She really is the best earthbender ever. Don’t tell her I said it, though, it would only go to her head.”

“I can hear you, bozo,” Toph said flatly.

“Oops.”

Swatting Marcus’s shoulder, Idony said, “Marcus! That’s rude! But-- you’re blind, too?”

“‘Too?’” Toph echoed.

“Oh, yeah-- Idony’s blind,” Enel said helpfully. “She’s with Marcus.” He punctuated the “with Marcus” by wiggling his eyebrows aggressively.

Choosing to ignore him, Marcus said, “I didn’t mean to be rude, I was just surprised--”

“Don’t care,” Toph said, waving a hand dismissively, and Noah snorted.

“I might actually be starting to like this earthbender. Here’s a question-- can you actually launch someone into the harbor, and do I have to choose between Enel and Marcus?”

“Noah!” Idony said, irritation flashing across her face. “You’re not launching them anywhere.”

Noah grumbled something under his breath, and Berlyne snickered.

“Better luck next time. You’ll just have to do it yourself.”

“You two are my kind of people,” Toph said with a grin. “Okay-- wanna see something cool?”

“Sure,” Berlyne said, looking intrigued.

Taking a wide, firm stance, Toph took a long deep breath. Then, lifting one of her feet up, she slammed it back down into the pavement at the same time as she jerked her hands upwards. A spire of rock shot up out of the ground at Sokka’s feet, catapulting him into the air. He let out a yelp of horror. “TOPH! NOT AGAIN!!!”

Gasps of shock flew around the ground, but Suki and Toph seemed unbothered. With another earthbending move, Toph brought another spire of rock out of the ground, catching Sokka a few feet from the ground. He let out a grunt. “Ow…”

“You’re fine,” Toph said, waving a hand dismissively. “Nothing’s even broken.”

“True. Maybe warn me next time you shoot me into the air, though?” Sokka suggested, sliding off of the rock formation and onto the ground. “And also please put our city’s streets back the way they were.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Toph grumbled, bringing the rock towers back into the ground. They disappeared seamlessly, and she shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t the Earth Rumble, but still fun.”

“Wait-- did you compete in the Earth Rumble?” Berlyne demanded, and Toph smirked.

“Please, I owned the Earth Rumble. All those pansies went crying home once I was done.”

“Technically also true,” Sokka agreed. “I was there.”

“Tell me everything,” Berlyne demanded, and Marcus released a long suffering sigh.

Looking at Suki, he said, “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to give us directions? We’re trying to get to the library.”

“Pro-bending,” Apen corrected.

Grinning, Suki said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

The three of them moved to the side as Sokka began to give a play-by-play of the Earth Rumble, with Toph occasionally re-enacting moves. Finally, they were fairly certain they had a route mapped out.

“Okay,” Marcus was saying, “so we turn right here--”

He was cut off halfway through as Toph’s latest earth bending move sent rocks flying in their direction. One cracked into Marcus’s temple, and he crashed to the ground with a yelp of pain.

He heard a shout of concern that was probably Enel’s, a snort of amusement that was definitely Noah, and then Idony called his name.

“Marcus!”

She was by his side seconds later, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay?” she asked, a gentle hand touching the side of his face.

His eyes lingering on her face, Marcus felt his heart rate pick up slightly. “I’m, uh, better now,” he managed. “Much better.”

A smile crossed Idony’s face. “You must have been hit hard to be flirting in front of my brother.” Leaning down, she planted a kiss on his forehead, and if Marcus hadn’t been seeing stars before, he was now. “That always makes it better,” she told him.

“Definitely,” Marcus agreed.

He heard a strangled noise from above them, and glanced up to see Apen pointedly looking away from him. “Uh, you okay?” he asked, a slight grin crossing his face.

“You’re way too entertained by this, aren’t you?” Marcus said with exasperation.

“Maybe a little.”

As Apen and Idony helped Marcus to his feet, Sokka came hurrying over. “Ooh, that looks like a nasty cut,” he said, and Marcus lifted a hand to his temple, feeling blood. “Tell ya what, we’ll have my sister Katara look at it. She’s an expert healer with her water bending-- DEFINITELY don’t tell her I said that.”

“Wait,” Apen said, his eyes growing even wider. “Your sister is KATARA???”

"The famous healer?" Marcus said, impressed.

Letting out a groan, Toph said, "If they start swooning over someone every five minutes, it's gonna be a long day."

"And they don't even know that Katara's boyfriend is the Avatar," Sokka observed.

"He's WHAT???" Apen gaped at them.

"Yup. Swooning," Toph said with a sigh. Shooting Marcus and Idony-- who was still standing very close to him-- a look, she added, "And that's not even the only kind of swooning around her."

Noah looked like he wanted to gag, and Marcus almost protested. But then Idony slipped her hand into his, and. Well. Toph wasn't exactly far off. And he definitely didn't mind.

#marcus lanum #idony st. claire #donicus #the silver eye fan fic #the silver eye webcomic #tse #the silver eye #111 followers celebration #it was dope. the end

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cd-head · 3 years

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Xisuma -

Hero Outfit - Helmet that covers head completely with a purple tint in the front, large bulky metal, actually quite easy to move and breath in, armor all around and he has a belt to hold his weapons. (basically just picture iron man's suit but black and instead of that helmet thing, its just like that but with a purple visor thats glass-)

Casual Wear - Long black hair thats held up in a bun on the top of his head as well stubble. Bright purple eyes, pale skin, scars littering all over - most prompt is a scar across his face that seems to be a ‘X’. Tends to wear a mask over his face when he goes out in public as it makes him feel safe Big pointy ears. Normally wears a jean jacket, a black button up shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots.

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Mumbo -

Hero Outfit - A light blue armor that covers his body, although it looks thin its actually quite thick and is a bit hard to move in if not used to it. He wears a helmet sometimes but most of the time doesn't unless necessary. There's markings of hearts, clubs, spades, and diamonds on each of his arms and legs - Like the card symbols.

Casual Wear - Normally a hoodie of any color and any kind with jeans, sometimes wears the sweaters that Grian made him. Has jet black short hair that looks well kept and taken care of as well with a well kept curly mustache. He has forest green eyes. Has freckles and a few scars but the scars arent to noticeable, hes actually quite pale.

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Grian -

Hero Outfit - He has a ant-man like suit (Just in shrinking department) but unlike ant-man's, his suit can bend and change quickly on whim based off of the form that Grian takes. Its a toned down red color and you can only see his eyes through the gray tinted glass. The suit is quite bendy but thin due to it having to change quickly to match Grian’s shape shipshifting.

Casual Wear - A red sweater, either thin or thick - Depends on the weather honestly. He has curly unkempt but taken good care of blonde hair that bounces around on his head. Bright big blue eyes. Freckles cover him as well as scars but the scars aren’t to noticeable. He’s a bit tan to be honest, he also has pointed ears.

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Impulse -

Hero Outfit - A bright yellow and white suit with lightning patterns running all around as well as ‘wind’ like movements mixing in with the yellow as a white. His helmet has yellow stained glass that's hard to see through, you can barely see facial features. His gloves are a pitch black, as well as his boots.

Casual Wear - Has long blonde hair that he keeps in a man bun normally, brown eyes that look bubbly and happy normally as well as faint stubble - not to noticeable. He wears dark colored shirts normally, doesn't matter to him if its long sleeve or short sleeve. He normally wears ripped jeans with them. He has lightning like scars on his body all over as well as random strach white patches in his skin as well as his finger tips being stained black from eletrictly.

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Tango -

Hero Outfit - A bright red with orange and yellow blinding in, a faintness of blue at the bottom of the suit and his gloves - Mimicking a fires colors. He has a helmet that has a area in the top that is a different texture than the others to handle his fire hair. Has a red tinted glass in the front of it but its still quite hard to see his facial features.

Casual Wear - Has red hair thats on fire, but its normally more toned down and only floaty a bit when hes calm. Dark red eyes with a yellow sclera that hold a look of kindness and chaos. His skin is charred black in some pales on his yellow skin.

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Zedaph -

Hero Outfit - A light green color with designs of what seems to be plants weaving around every part - as well as actual plants doing that. A dark green visor but you can see his facial features easily. Vines and plants cover the suit mostly but it moves as if its good as new.

Casual Wear - Fluffy blonde hair that has some plants here and there. Light blue eyes with a splash of green in them. Goat ears and small nubs of a horn + a small tail. Normally wears a brown sweater with a v neck and buttons, ripped jeans, and fingerless gloves as well as a few necklaces. Has a lot of scars but they're only noticeable if you focus on them.

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Doc -

Hero Outfit - A dark green suit with gray around the edges of the part; the sliver color is around his wrists, ankles, neck, and chest. Red, green, and gray visor that makes it difficult to see his facial features. Red side is quite small and only takes up about 1/4 of it, only in place of where a eye would be. The green and gray and split down the half.

Casual Wear - Brown wavy hair that looks neat and well brushed. One red eye that has cybernetic parts and one black eye thats just normal with a few splashes of red in it. Green skin as well as pointy ears. He has a cybernetic arm as well. He normally wears a short sleeved black turtleneck with jeans and a lab coat.

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Ren -

Hero Outfit - A red suit with some gold here and there, theres a area for his tail, its made of the same thing that Grian’s suit is made of so it can move around easily. His helmet as that as well. The helmet has yellow tinted glass which makes it easy to see his facial features.

Casual Wear - Brown hair that is very unkempt. Big blue puppy eyes. Has tanned skin with dog ears in place where human ears should be, as well as a dog tail. He normally wears a red shirt with cargo pants or jeans, sunglasses are a normal add on, as well as fingerless gloves and a few necklaces.

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Joe -

Hero Outfit - A toned down gray color as well as it being able to fade with him. Has black tinted glass, as well as black gloves and boots. Nothing really stands out about his suit and thats how he likes it. Its a bit flimsy and confusing at first but once you get the hang of it, its easy to maneuver and control.

Casual Wear - Soft black hair with a few strikes of gray. Pale sickly gray skin, as well as pointed ears. Normally wears a blue hoodie and ripped jeans, as well as a few necklaces here and there.

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Cleo -

Hero Outfit - A dark purple color with dark blue shading around her joint parts. A tinted black glass that makes it impossible to see her facial features. Fingerless gloves so you can see her sharp nails.

Casual Wear - Blonde hair that she wears down normally. Green skin thats sewed together in some places. Light blue eyes on a yellow sclera. Normally wears a black long sleeve turtleneck with ripped jeans and a leather jacket as well as necklaces.

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Stress -

Hero Outfit - A bubbly pink color with a hot pink shading in the joints. Pink tinted glass that makes it quite easy to see her facial features. Hot pink gloves and boots. She has string wrapped around her arms but it doesnt seem to bother her none.

Casual Wear - Fluffy wavy brown hair. Brown eyes that always hold a sense of happiness. Wears dresses or fluffy sweaters with baggy jeans. Has a bit tanned skin.

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False -

Hero Outfit - Camouflage outfit. Dark green tinted glass that makes it impossible to see her facial features. Worn leather fingerless gloves and army boots.

Casual Wear - Light blonde hair that she wears up in a ponytail. Light blue eyes. Wears goggles on her forehead and wears a short sleeve short with a plaid jacket tied around her waist as well as ripped jeans. Covered in scars and has a sense of danger to her.

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Bdubs -

Hero Outfit - A light yellow color with a more toned down red splashes/swirls. Red tinted glass that makes it a bit tricky to see his facial features. Boots and gloves are a yellow with red stained fingertips. Has a sword and grenades attached to the belt of his suit.

Casual Wear - Curly brown hair thats quite long and is normally in a man bun. Brown eyes that hold a tinge of chaos and kindness. A red bandana is normally tied across his forehead, ripped jeans, a trench coat, and a white shirt. Normally has a cheeky grin and has tan to his skin. His fingers are stained yellow.

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Jevin -

(I had fun making him-)

Hero Outfit - A bright blue that just. Pops. Dark blue is made to shade where the joints are. Blue tinted glass!

Casual Wear - He has wobbly blue gel like hair. His skin is like a slimes although its blue! Everything. Is. BLUE. White hoodie is the only difference, but he wears blue ripped jeans. ALMOST EVERYTHING IS BLUE. TAKE BLUE AWAY FROM THIS MAN-

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TFC -

Hero Outfit - A muted gray color that looks like its been through a lot but is still held together amazingly well. A pretty classic suit, normal glass, and such. Its pretty old fashioned.

Casual Wear - Gray fluffy hair + big santa like beard. Normally wears a nice warm sweater and normal jeans. Has sweet brown eyes and just a calming look to him.

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Scar -

Hero Outfit - A darkish brown color with a bit lighter brown in the areas with joints. Glass isnt tinted. Fingerless gloves. Helmet as little cat ears and tail area made out of same stuff as Grians suit

Casual Wear - Fluffy brown hair brown hair with little cat ears poking out. Wears a white shirt with ripped jeans and a plaid jacket normally. He has green eyes that have a shine of kindness and chaos. Normally has a bag on him with everything he needs/wants in it. Large noticeable scar right across his face

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Hypno -

Hero Outfit - A dark purple color with yellow swirls all over. Gloves + Boots are this color as well. Yellow tinted glass. Theres a small drawing of a yellow swirl right in the middle of the forehead of his helmet.

Casual Wear - Blonde hair thats quite long and held in a small loose low ponytail - he has a bandana that he normally wears. Bright yellow eyes and grayish skin. Wears a black t-shirt normally as well as ripped jeans and fingerless gloves.

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Keralis -

Hero Outfit - Lime color with some a light green shading the area where his joints are. His gloves are grippy so he can grip easier. His boots have springs in them so he can jump far higher. Green tinted glass.

Casual Wear - Brown hair thats almost always in a man bun and he has stubble. His eyes shift between green and blue based off of the temp of the room hes in. Wears whatever he feels like, his outfits dont really have a ‘habit’.

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Wels -

Hero Outfit - Gold and white fully armored and bulky thing but he makes it look like it weighs nothing. Swords/blades rest on the belt of his armor. Has gray tinted glass. Gold linings.

Casual Wear - Short well taken care of light blonde hair. Wears armor no matter what - as well as constantly having a sword on him or a metal rod. Wears ‘elegant’ like clothing.

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Etho -

Hero Outfit - A dark blue-gray armor/suit with gray tinted glass. Golden linings that actually doesn't stick out to much. (BECAUSE THIS MAN DESERVES IT) Boots have a spring in it but he cant jump nearly as high as Keralis.

Casual Wear - White spikey hair with two mismatched eyes - Left eye is red and right eye is blue. Massive scar over his left eye. Really pale and has pointed ears. He wears a mask (like you should when you go out), a white button up shirt with a green winter jacket. He has golden earrings. Wears fingerless gloves. Has a friendship bracelet with Beef and Pause - His bracelet is a soft brown color with spikes of black here and there and the other is a blue with brown. Has hearing aids.

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Gem -

Hero outfit - Very easy to move around in. Not buckley or metal. Made out of fabric. A light brown natural color with a hood. Has a belt around her waist to hold her guns and arrows.

Casual war - Dark ginger hair with light green eyes that sparkle with chaos. Very few scars can be seen. She has deer ears and antlers. Wears warm comfy clothing, light golden earrings, brown thumb gloves, and a necklace with a two feathers and a locket.

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Pearl -

Hero outfit - Slightly gray metal with dark blue glass. The metal is aged and dented. Boots have a slight spring.

Casual wear - Black hair thats normally neatly braided and light brown eyes. Pointed ears. Her fingers, ears, nose, and toes all are black at the tip and spread throughout a bit till it reaches the base of a body part.

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Cub -

Villain outfit - A sandy like yellow with yellow tinted glass and all. Theres some brown around his finger tips and his boots are stained brown a bit. He carries a kanata.

Casual wear - Long blonde beard that he braided. Hes bald. Skin is a bit yellow in color and his eyes are brown. Wears a black no sleeves turtleneck with a leather jacket and ripped jeans.

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Evil Xisuma -

Villain outfit - Blood red color with a black helmet and red tinted glass. Carries a sword on him at all times - even if just partolling. Armor looks a bit worn but works fine.

Casual wear - Long black hair that he wears in a man bun as well as a beard. He has red eyes and grayish skin. Normally wears a dark blue shirt with jeans or just a hoodie and jeans.

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Green eyes Beef-

Villain outfit - A vibrant green color with some black splotches here and there. Black tinted glass. Carries a sword and two guns.

Casual wear - Curly brown hair thats short, has stubble. Bright BRIGHT green eyes. Normally has a cocky grin. His outfit choice normally changes a lot but he normally wears a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a black undershirt.

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Skinless Beef -

Villain outfit - N/A

Casual wear - Soft brown hair with a stubble and he has brown eyes. From his chin down theres massive burn marks but you cant really notice them. Normally has headphones around his neck. Wears a big puffy sweater, sweatpants, gloves, and boots to hide the burns.

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Hels -

Villain outfit - Pitch black with red swirls and red tinted glass. Roughed up gloves and boots. Carries metal rods with him.

Casual wear - Ginger hair that he wears down, its around shoulder length. Blue eyes. Skin looks a bit charred. Wears whatever he thinks is comfortable. But its normally a jean jacket with comfortable pants and a white undershirt.

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NPC -

Villain outfit - A light brown color with gray tinted glass. Springy boots and he doesnt wear gloves

Casual wear - He doesnt have hair. Hes sliver as hes a robot - everything bout him is robotic. He likes to wear thin clothing so he doesnt overheat.

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BeetleJhost -

Villain outfit - A gray color with some green here and there. Black tinted glass. Armor looks ripped somehow even though its not.

Casual wear - Gray hair with some green strains. Gray skin with green eyes. Normally wears a blue hoodie with ripped jeans and a hat.

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AngelCleo -

Villain outfit - A light golden like yellow. Yellow tinted glass. Her joints are shaded by a darker yellow. She carries a gun on her.

Casual wear - Long blonde hair that she keeps in a bun with a halo floating above her. Angel wings. Very pale skin that looks to be glowing almost. Blue eyes. She typically wears ‘royal’ clothing. (Mostly just wears elegant clothing, like flowy ropes, etc etc)

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Badtimes -

Villain outfit - Dark blue armor/suit with black stained glass. Armor is a bit ripped in some parts. He has the same material as Scar/Ren/Grian for where his tail + ears are.

Casual wear - Fluffy brown hair with dog ears + tail. His dog parts make it easy to tell what kind of emotion hes feeling. Normally has a cocky grin. Typically wears a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a random undershirt + sunglasses.

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Iskall -

Powers(?) - Diamonds and emeralds form on his body, they look like freckles even up close. As long as you dont pay close attention to the ones on his face, they pass as freckles. he can also weld pretty easily due to him being able to summon sparks in his hands!

Normally wears - He has rough brown hair but its pretty well taken care of. He has one brown eye and the other is replaced by cypro tech. His fingertips + toes are frosted a light blue and emerald green. Random patches of diamonds/emeralds. Normally wears a baggy green shirt, ripped jeans and roughed up leather fingerless gloves.

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Beef -

Powers (?) - N/A

Normally wears - He has short brown hair and a long beard. Has a friendship bracelet with Etho and Pause- His bracelet is green and black and the other is brown and blue He has bright brown eyes and hes pretty tanned. He normally wears whatever he thinks is comfortable.

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xB -

Powers (?) - N/A

Normally wears- Long brown hair he wears up in a man bun with faint stubble. Wears a white shirt, zip up hoodie, and ripped jeans. Has a dagger on him a lot. Baby blue eyes.

A/N: HOLY SHIT ITS FUCKING DONE AT LAST-

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Joyful Reunion, Chapter 69

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Book 2, Chapter 16 (Part 3)

“Wait for me, Wu Du!” Duan Ling chases after Wu Du through the corridor, keeping close behind him.

“Wu—” Before Duan Ling can finish his sentence, Wu Du turns and draws his sword without any warning.

Duan Ling’s heart instantly stops beating.

He’s never seen that deliberate, calm expression on Wu Du’s face before. Wu Du’s eyes are as still as a placid lake, the tip of his sword is heading right for his throat.

Duan Ling’s words die on his tongue, fear surfacing in his eyes as a sharp pain hits his stomach — it’s an entirely subconscious response, as though his body had already built up this reflex mechanism a long, long time ago.

He wants to kill me.

No, he won’t kill me!

He …

Three successive thoughts flash across his mind in mere moments, then Wu Du’s sword flicks towards the side of Duan Ling’s neck and brushes past him by the hair. A bright metal on metal sound rings out behind his ear and Duan Ling stops breathing.

A sharp, black iron hook that has been aiming for his collar is flicked aside by Wu Du’s sword.

Wu Du wraps his left arm around Duan Ling and strikes his sword outwards again, but he doesn’t even bother to see where it’s pointing at this time. The force with which Wu Du has pulled Duan Ling towards him has Duan Ling tipping over, falling backwards.

But with a cold and detached look in his eyes, Wu Du has turned to face Duan Ling long enough to check over him, making sure that he hasn’t been injured.

With a rumble that sounds like thunder going off in his head, Duan Ling feels his heart may have stopped.

Wu Du wraps one hand around Duan Ling to make sure he’s steady on his feet, then the sword move he’s thrust towards Helan Jie’s throat earlier finally lands — Helan Jie backs away quickly, twisting the iron hook, bending Wu Du’s Lieguangjian into an arc and the two of them pull back at the same time with the inertia of their weight.

Clang — the resonant ring of weaponry striking each other sets Duan Ling’s eardrums stinging.

Helan Jie doesn’t say anything else as he scrambles forward. In two hits of his sword, Wu Du seals off the iron hook’s advance. Only now does Duan Ling realise that Helan Jie had nearly grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off. All he sees is Wu Du standing in front of him, exchanging blows with Helan Jie; with the length of the Lieguangjian giving it an overwhelming edge over the iron hook, Helan Jie is forced to back down again and again.

“Scram!” Wu Du says coldly.

With malice in his eyes, Helan Jie retreats without a word.

The fight is over in seconds, but Duan Ling is already covered in cold sweat, bloodlessly pale and hyperventilating, leaning back against a pillar in the corridor. He raises his head to look at Wu Du, his stomach hurting so much his insides feel like they’re being twisted.

Still angry, Wu Du returns his sword to the sheath hanging by his waist, the slide of metal lasting for ages, then he turns away to keep walking towards the end of the corridor. With his eyes closed, Duan Ling’s stomach hurts more with every moment, so much so that he can’t get a word out.

“Move it already!” Wu Du snaps from the other end of the corridor. " Are you waiting for me to carry you back?"

Duan Ling doesn’t even have the strength left to speak anymore, and he has no idea why he’s suddenly reacted in this way either; that very instant earlier of seeing Wu Du pull his sword on him seems to have awakened a sense of dread buried deep inside his memories.

“Lang Junxia, my stomach hurts …” He murmurs.

From where he stands Wu Du gives him a baffled glance, and realising that Duan Ling looks like he may have been poisoned, quickly comes back to put a thumb on his pulse, pushing up his eyelids to check his eyes.

“But you’re not poisoned,” Wu Du says. He gives Duan Ling a couple of pats on the cheek. “Hey, what’s the matter with you?”

Duan Ling stares sorrowfully at Wu Du.

Wu Du says, “Hey! Stop playing!”

“Wu Du, my stomach hurts …” Duan Ling says weakly.

It suddenly occurs to Wu Du that Duan Ling is probably acting like this because he’s had a fright from the way he drew his sword without warning earlier. Some people go into spasms under shock, and in this way extreme nervousness can also lead to stomach pains. Wu Du quickly picks Duan Ling up and puts him on his own back so they can get back to the room, then he picks out a bunch of medicinal herbs to decoct a bowl of strong medicine, making Duan Ling drink it all down. Once Duan Ling is back inside, his stomach starts to feel better, and as the medicine spreads to his limbs, he finally recovers.

“Feeling better?” Wu Du asks.

Duan Ling nods then, watching Wu Du, his eyes stinging with tears.

“I thought you were going to kill me.”

“Alright alright.” Wu Du doesn’t know what to say to him at all. “Helan Jie was right behind you. What else was I supposed to do?”

Duan Ling is lying on the bed on his side, and once Wu Du makes sure he’s fine, he busies himself with cleaning up. Duan Ling watches Wu Du, feeling quite complicated about everything.

“I’m sorry,” Duan Ling says.

Wu Du doesn’t speak; he quietly picks up the medicine bowl for cleaning, and suddenly gives Duan Ling a glance.

“Are you …” Wu Du is frowning slightly, but after asking the question halfway, he stops himself.

Am I what? Duan Ling’s heart begins to beat faster as he can feel that Wu Du seems to be aware of something.

Neither of them speak for a while. Wu Du stops what he’s doing and starts looking Duan Ling up and down, but Duan Ling has just had some medicine and he can barely keep his eyes open. Before Wu Du has a chance to ask, he’s already asleep. Seeing that he’s fallen asleep, Wu Du doesn’t say anything else, and soon after making sure everything’s tidied up, he climbs onto the bed and lies down next to Duan Ling.

The warm sunlight of the afternoon spills into the room. Once he’s slept for a while, Duan Ling abruptly shouts for his dad, surprising Wu Du.

“Hey.” Wu Du gives him a small shove. Duan Ling is still asleep though, and at the motion he turns over and wraps his arms tightly around Wu Du’s waist, burying his head in Wu Du’s shoulder, and holds on with surprising strength. Wu Du is used to this by now; he lies there unmoving with a rather helpless look on his face, but when he looks down at Duan Ling he gets to thinking that this young man doesn’t have it easy either. None of this has anything to do with him in the first place, and he’s only come all the way to Tongguan so he can keep Wu Du company. After their rough afternoon, all of his anger has faded away.

Wu Du reaches out to pat Duan Ling then, the way one would put a child to sleep. As though he can feel it in his dreams, his hold on Wu Du grows even tighter.

“Where did that young man in your estate who knew Yao Jing come from? He Mo wanted me to ask you,” Shang Leguan questions Bian Lingbai as he sips his milk tea.

Bian Lingbai is frankly half hassled to death by these Tangut already — they’re hands down the most troublesome guests Tongguan has ever had. One moment they want to see a bride-to-be who’s still a maiden confined to her quarters, the next they’re off to harass the young man who’s come to rely on him for shelter. He’s heard often enough that people from Xiliang are uncivilised and warlike, without any sense of shame, and now that he’s actually met some, everything he’s heard turns out to be true. They’re marrying a daughter of the Yaos but thinking about taking the boy away with them as well — honestly he can’t even imagine where these customs of theirs are coming from.

“That’s my nephew.” Bian Lingbai pauses to think for a moment. “But I wasn’t the one who assigned him that bodyguard of his. That guy has a bad temper, so please do forgive us if he’s offended you.”

Shang Leguan hums something in assent.

Bian Lingbai continues, “This kid has had a rough childhood, and he’s never enjoyed anything like luxury, and uh … if Mister He would like to show him his regard and become close to him, for him that would be a blessing, yet …”

“Money?” Helian Bo cuts to the chase with a single word.

Bian Lingbai was just pondering how he’s supposed to put a price on the kid as well; the Marquess of Huaiyin has no need of money, so when Yao Jing’s bride price arrives he just has to send some off as a token gesture to Jiangzuo. Now if they happen to take a fancy to the pretty young man Zhao Rong, that’s perfectly fine! They just have to add a bit more to the bride price, and this way he can also curry favour with the Shangs who are in power at the moment. Presumably this He Mo is someone quite important as well …

As this conversation carries on, Helian Bo and Shang Leguan exchange a look. Shang Leguan gives Helian Bo a slight nod — do as you see fit.

“His … name is?” Helian Bo is holding Duan Ling’s half a sleeve, subconsciously turning it over and over in his hands. Strips of cloth have been stuffed into his nostrils in an attempt to stop the nosebleed Wu Du gave him.

“Bian Rong,” Bian Lingbai says, “he hasn’t been given a courtesy name yet.”

Helian Bo frowns. That doesn’t seem to match what Duan Ling said to him. But since he’s already gone from a Duan to another surname, it’s not a big deal if it’s been changed one more time.

“Money.” Helian Bo re-emphasises this word to Shang Leguan.

Shang Leguan signals to Helian Bo not to say anymore, as he already understands. All at once, Bian Lingbai is over the moon — are these two Tangut about to head back to get the money ready? First it’s three hundred yi of gold, then it’s talk of “money, money”. All Bian Lingbai can hear for a while between his ears is the metallic, ringing sound of silvers being tossed to and fro.

“Um … Mister Shang.” Bian Lingbai says, “The portrait?”

Helian Bo waves a hand, and Shang Leguan repeats the gesture. Bian Lingbai understands this to mean that perhaps the Tangut hasn’t finished the portrait yet, so he doesn’t press for more details. He could never have known that Helian Bo had only said “money” because he thinks Duan Ling lacks money, and the hand waving means there won’t be any more use for that three hundred yi of gold either.

When evening comes, someone outside whispers, “Mister Bian?”

Wu Du carefully lifts Duan Ling’s paw away and comes down from the bed to get the door. He finds a Tangut man standing outside with the estate’s steward, who’s led him here.

“Mister Shang extends his invitation to you and Mister Bian for a visit.”

“No time.” Wu Du says, disinterested, having already lost the motivation for the lesson he wanted to teach these barbarians. “Mister Bian is ill.”

The man outside questions the steward in Tangut, and once the steward answers, the man hurries away. With a deep furrow between his brows Wu Du leaves the steward instructions to bring dinner to their room before sending him off.

But by the time he gets back inside, Duan Ling has already awakened. The afternoon’s incident has sapped him of all his energy, and he sits there like a wilted plant, sneaking glances at Wu Du to see if he’s still angry. Wu Du though, looks the same as always. He’s grabbed a long stick in the courtyard to practice his staff fighting with.

“Hey, Wu Du.”

“What?”

Duan Ling wants to make conversation, but he’s not sure how to begin. He racks his brain before saying out of the blue, “I miss home.”

Wu Du pauses for a beat.

It’s true Duan Ling does somewhat want to go back to Xichuan; living here is simply uncomfortable, as though nothing feels right. Even if there’s a Lang Junxia in Xichuan who wants to kill him, Wu Du’s courtyard house in the chancellor’s estate compound just feels more familiar.

“Then let’s finish up here as soon as possible so we can leave,” Wu Du replies.

Duan Ling scrutinises the look on Wu Du’s face but can’t tell what he’s thinking. “When?”

Wu Du finishes practising, bringing the staff to his side. “I’ll go tonight.”

“Then …” Duan Ling is about to say something, but holds his tongue.

Wu Du puts the stick away and something occurs to him — should he take advantage of the night to steal Bian Lingbai’s secrets? But then what about Duan Ling?

“Should I go with you?” Duan Ling asks.

If Wu Du leaves Duan Ling in the house, what’s he supposed to do if Helan Jie shows up later?

“What does Helan Jie have against me?” Duan Ling asks, baffled. “I never did anything to provoke him.”

“The sight of you offends him.” Wu Du says impatiently, “He wants to get revenge on me, therefore he wants to hurt you.”

“Oh …” Duan Ling nods.

In the midst of their conversation a bunch of Tangut shows up at the door again. Alarms go off in Duan Ling’s heart, oh no, what is Helian Bo trying to do now?! He’d better not come in here yelling “Duan Ling Duan Ling” because then everything is over for him. When Duan Ling woke up earlier he came up with another flaw-ridden story to give Wu Du in case he notices anything — wasn’t he and his father under Tongguan purchasing medicinal ingredients? He’ll just say Xiliang’s Tangut prince had been captured by bandits as well, and somehow in a twist of fate he saved the prince.

Worst comes to worst, he’ll just stop Helian Bo from talking by speaking Tangut to him as soon as he shows up. At any rate, Helian Bo stammers, so no matter what Duan Ling says he’s just going to nod. Even if Wu Du gets suspicious he won’t be able to get anything out of him.

And yet Helian Bo hasn’t shown up, but the Tangut are here to bring two lunch boxes full of food, then there’s two big hunks of lapis lazuli, a platter of gold bars, ten sheets of deerskin, two sticks of young deer antlers, and lastly the messenger presents him a goose feathered hat.

Wu Du is speechless.

Duan Ling is even more speechless.

Duan Ling tells the Tangut messenger, “Bring it all back! I don’t need any of it!”

The Tangut man says to Duan Ling, “His Highness prepared this for you. Please accept it — it represents his friendship with you.”

“You can speak Tangut?!” Wu Du asks incredulously.

Duan Ling stares at him blankly for a moment.

“I’ve been … to Xiliang.” Duan Ling can only lie to Wu Du with the set of lies he came up with earlier. “Since we had to buy things in the market, I learned a bit. ‘Sure’ is ‘qiji’, ‘thank you’ is ‘tuji’. Wasn’t I singing in the afternoon earlier as well?”

Wu Du is skeptical, but he’s already completely befuddled.

The Tangut messenger says to Duan Ling, “His Highness says he’ll wait for you outside his courtyard house at midnight.”

He leaves as soon as he finishes saying this. Duan Ling picks up the goose feather hat and finds a dyed-blue tail feather of a bar-headed goose sticking out of its top.

“What was that last thing he said?” Wu Du asks.

“I didn’t understand him.” Duan Ling quickly plays dumb.

Wu Du walks outside and beckons at the Tangut messenger. “Come on, come on, come back over here, don’t just say something and leave. What did you mean by that?”

The man must have been given prior instructions by Helian Bo, and immediately runs off without a trace.

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I’ll Save You from the Pirates

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Katara made sure everything was zipped and buttoned before stepping out of the small control building. She was grateful for the early morning survey trip; being in the South Pole brought in a lot of things too close for comfort.

The village she had selected for the initial drilling was on the northern side of the mountains watched over her childhood. On an especially clear day in summer, it was possible to see the far distant peaks of the Air Nation archipelago.

Or else, that’s what she assumed those smudges on the horizon were.

Shaking her head, Katara forced a smile at the workers waiting for her at the dock. She assumed she had a touch of midnight sun sickness, since her body was used to the perpetual darkness of the northern winter at the moment. Even with the new simulated nighttime, Katara was not adjusting as quickly as she had hoped.

It made her head feel like a balloon despite her body feeling sluggish.

“Shall we?” Katara asked, looking from man to man. They were unfamiliar to her, but so were many of the people she met in the South Pole.

The only time she had ever left her village was the once. And she hadn’t properly returned from that trip.

A lifetime ago, Katara had stepped onto a different sort of rickety boat. This one was made of metal, required some sort of crew to operate, and was probably more likely to survive a squall in the open ocean.

But her head still rocked violently when she was fully onboard.

“Gum, Majesty?” One of the men offered. Katara smiled in a closed lipped, queasy sort of way. Taking the thin rectangle of foil, her fingertips felt numb while unwrapping it. The gum was a pale pink, like the meat of any arctic fish.

That image didn’t help her head.

Her jaw worked slowly, feeling the gum nearly disintegrate between her teeth. The flavor was odd, but there was enough mint to calm her a bit.

Sitting on a box of supplies, Katara looked over the edge as the ship pulled away from the dock. The Beifong representative had been complaining of pirates for weeks. Small, quick boats that harassed their supply ships. Usually the attacks were pointless; the expensive equipment had been installed months ago. But medical supplies, shelf stable food, and other minor sundries were beginning to add up on the list of pirated goods.

Fire Nation engineers weren’t bothered by the pirates. Many of them were former military and were not at all subtle over their wish to interact with sea bandits.

Not to be inferred as wanting to fight Water Tribals of course, your Highness.

They were a congenial sort, in their own way.

As they continued on, Katara rubbed her eyes. A migraine was building at her forehead and she called up the cold water to attempt to heal it.

The brain was tricky, and sometimes she had trouble healing herself as she often didn’t think it was bad enough to worry over. Pressure pounded, but the pain stayed as that cloudy prophecy of worse to come.

In her mouth, the gum quickly lost its flavor, so Katara spat out the wad into her palm. The pink was long gone, and the wrinkled gray lump looked foul.

“What even was that?” She muttered and turned around. The man who offered her the gum was standing next to her, a bag in his hands.

Thinking it was trash, Katara moved to shake out the used gum.

The bag went over her head.

When she came to, the sun was setting. This meant two things: that she had been unconscious for a very long time and that they were no longer in South Pole waters.

And noting that she was also in a straight jacket, bound to a tree, Katara figured she was in the Earth Kingdom.

The pirates, as she assumed them to be, were near enough by that Katara could see them at their small fire. The light faded before it got to her, and so she couldn’t make out faces or words.

Looking around, and trying to shift into a comfortable position, Katara knew she was in the woods and far from the ocean. The straight jacket kept her arms and hands from bending, and her legs were shackled tightly together.

Rohan had told her stories about how the late King Bumi could earthbend by wriggling his eyebrows, but Katara wasn’t that skilled. Yet.

Sighing, Katara looked back at the fire.

Historical pirates had been her people, but they were effectively wiped out during the war. Airbender Bumi had created his Sky Pirates, and now they had been replaced by Earth Kingdom citizens. A counterclockwise Avatar cycle.

Bound and still feeling sick, the night air was at least steadying her senses. But she really didn’t know what to do next.

And yet, she really didn’t feel the need to plan. The situation almost made her feel calm. It took the sudden figure behind her to tell her why.

“I’ll save you from the pirates.” A soft voice whispered into her ear.

Katara snorted, turning it into a sneeze in case she was overheard. She was, and one of the pirates got up to investigate.

“Oh no. A ruffian approaches. Whatever shall I do.” Katara said robotically.

The man frowned as he neared.

“Don’t think of calling for help.” He said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Katara replied and smiled broadly.

“You think something’s funny? I’d like to see you try your bending now.” He said.

“Neither of us needs bending to kick your ass.” The shadowed man said.

The pirate straightened just as the hilt of a sword smashed into the side of his head. The man collapsed as his assailant moved into the dusky light.

The blue oni mask sent electricity through Katara’s veins.

“Let me help you out.” Zuko said, crouching next to her and slicing through the straps.

“You might want to focus on them.” Katara said, wiggling out of the restraint.

Zuko stood and turned, separating his dual swords and rotating his wrists to loosen them.

“Be right back my love.” He said and darted forward.

Katara watched as closely as she could, shoulder off the straightjacket. Zuko moved quickly, as he always did, and many of the pirates were unable to even reach their guns. Those that did nearly lost a hand before Zuko knocked them prone.

To her surprise, there was an actual Earthbender among the group and Katara wondered if she should intervene. She was working on the shackles on her ankles when the cannonball of earth slammed Zuko into a tree. But the Blue Spirit leapt back onto his feet and kicked debris into the Bender’s face. By the time Katara snapped off the frozen metal, the Bender was face down on the ground.

Zuko paused to put out the small fires made when he kicked their cook fire before walking back to Katara. He held out his hand to help her up and she dusted off the back of her pants as he sheathed his unified sword.

“How did you get here so quickly?” She asked.

“Sokka helped.” He explained.

“But this?” Katara questioned, gesturing to his costume.

“I had plans.”

“Plans?” She stepped in close, running her fingers along the edge of his mask. “Did it involve a veil?”

“For you it involved only veils.” He answered, putting a warm hand on her lower back.

“KATARA!” A man’s voice bellowed and they jumped apart.

“My dad?” Katara choked out.

“It would make sense that others would be responding to this incident, yes.” Zuko said stoically, like he was also just realizing this.

“You need to go.” She hissed, shoving at Zuko’s side.

“Where?” He whispered back. “I don’t really know where I am!”

“KATARA!” Hakoda called again, much closer now.

“They can’t see you! You’re a wanted man!” Katara continued to shove, but Zuko didn’t move.

“My boat is that way!” He said, pointing past her to where Hakoda’s voice had come.

“KATARA!” Hakoda sounded desperate, and it actually raked at Katara.

“You have to get-” She stopped as she heard multiple people run into the clearing.

“GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!” Hakoda yelled. Katara turned, spreading her arms wide.

“He saved me dad!” She yelled back.

Hakoda halted and looked around. Seeing the very recent carnage, Hakoda made quick gestures. The others with him ran forward, securing the unconscious pirates.

“Who are you?” Hakoda asked cautiously, walking slowly up to them.

“This is the Blue Spirit. I’ve actually met him before, during the war.” Katara explained haltingly. She lowered her arms and glanced upward. “He’s….mute?”

“Well then.” Hakoda was awkward and his words were just as fumbled. “Thank you.”

He then made a sort of pained face, tilting his head slightly. “Are you really a spirit?”

“Probably not.” Katara said and heard Zuko huff behind his mask.

“At least, the Fire Nation thinks he’s just some traitor.” She added.

“I haven’t much cared for the opinion of the Fire Nation.” Hakoda muttered and Katara frowned.

“But I thank you for rescuing my daughter.” He continued. “Man or not, I must thank you properly for your help. It’s my duty as a chief, and a father.”

As Katara started to protest, Zuko moved from behind her and bowed. It was a modified gesture from the typical Fire Nation salute. It was meant to show respect to other nations.

“Great, now we can see what a spirit eats.” Katara growled, her jaw clenched.

“You know, we should hope he is a spirit.” Hakoda said as they started to walk in the direction Katara assumed the boats had moored.

“Why’s that?” Katara asked in exasperation, knowing Zuko would want to ask himself.

“You said you’ve met before. I don’t think the Fire Lord would appreciate the competition.” Hakoda finished.

Zuko huffed again and Katara sighed.

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Fate and Phantasms #154

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making one of our most requested builds to date and the final Hassan so far, the First Hassan. He’s uh... not exactly subtle, huh? To make this walking engine of death, take 2 parts Samurai Fighter for some sword skills and magic resistance, 1 part Soulknife Rogue for obscene amounts of damage and an unnoticeable blade, and sprinkle some Grave Cleric to taste, just enough for some supernatural abilities and even more damage.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: Our first anniversary! How romantic!

Race and Background

The Old Man of the Mountain was Human a long time ago, but he reached his fame during his undeath, making him a Hollow One. He’s also the closest thing we’re going to get to a Revenant in FGO, as in normal human history he’d only pop up when a younger Hassan needs a lesson in humility. All this adds up to you getting +1 Strength, +1 Wisdom and +1 Constitution, as well as a Relentless Nature that means you gain 1 hit point at the start of your turn while bloodied, you come back to life 24 hours after dying, and you always know exactly where the hassan who fucked up is. The downside to this is your go back to the afterlife as soon as you finish your task here on earth. You are Ageless, which is exactly what it says on the tin. You Cling to Life, so rolling a 16 or higher on a death save is as good as rolling a 20, bringing you back to 1 HP instantly. Your Revenance means you show up as undead when it comes to magical effects that sense that sort of thing, and you can use your Unsettling Presence to give a creature disadvantage on its next save for a minute as an action. You can use that last one once per long rest.

Hoo boy that’s a lot of racial bonuses. Fortunately your background’s nice and simple- as an Acolyte, you get Religion and Insight proficiency.

Ability Scores

You like big swords and big armor, so get that Strength up as high as possible for big swings. After that is Wisdom. We need it for multiclassing and for actually finding the Hassans. Little buggers are sneaky. Third is Dexterity- you don’t really care about stealth, but you are a ghost. Plus we need it for multiclassing. You’re literally undead- that makes you hard to kill. Your Constitution’s not half bad. Your Charisma is okay, you’re good at intimidating people, but you’re not that personable aside from that. Finally, dump Intelligence. I would never call you stupid, you’ve just got more important things to deal with than Arcana and Medicine. I know religion is an intelligence check, we’ll take care of it in a bit.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: If we want that creepy skull armor we’ve got to start as a Fighter, which makes you proficient in Strength and Constitution saves, as well as Intimidation and Perception. Like I said earlier, you’re very scary, and you’ve got to see your target to kill them, which is actually important when you hunt Hassans for an unliving.

You also get a Fighting Style. Your Superior Technique lets you make a Menacing Attack once per short rest. You add 1d6 to your attack’s damage, and if they fail a wisdom save (DC 8+str mod+proficiency) they’re frightened of you for the round.

You also gain a Second Wind which you can use to heal yourself as a bonus action. It’s like your normal healing factor, just a bit faster.

2. Rogue 1: Multiclassing into rogue gives you proficiency with Stealth. It’s not that you care about sneaking around that much, but you are a ghost.

You can also use your Sneak Attack to add extra damage to a blow once per turn. You have to be using a finesse weapon, and either have advantage on the attack or have another ally within 5′ of them.

Finally, you get Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus in Intimidation and Religion.

You also learn Thieves’ Cant. It’s a language.

3. Rogue 2: Second level rogues can use their Cunning Action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a bonus action. You might not really be a ghost here, but you can certainly disappear like one.

4. Rogue 3: At your third level or roguery you become a Soulknife, earning you some serious Psionic Power. You get a number of d6 equal to twice your proficiency bonus, which you can use in a couple different ways. You regain all your psionic dice after long rests, and you can use a bonus action to get one back each short rest.

Currently, you can use psionic dice on your Psi-Bolstered Knack, adding the number you roll to an ability check you’re proficient in. If it succeeds, the die is expended.

You can also use it to activate Psychic Whispers. You can speak telepathically with a number of creatures equal to your proficiency bonus, for a number of hours equal to what you rolled. You also have to be within 1 mile of each other. You can use it once per long rest for free, or by spending a die later.

More importantly, you gain Psychic Blades, melee weapons that deal psychic damage and have finesse. If it hits a creature, it doesn’t leave a mark.

Also your sneak attack is 2d6 now.

5. Rogue 4: We’re not investing too much into constitution, so use your first Ability Score Improvement to get the Tough Feat. This gives you an extra 10 hp now, and 2 more each time you level up from here on out.

6. Rogue 5: Fifth level rogues get an Uncanny Dodge, letting you halve the damage on an incoming attack as a reaction. Hitting one of your vitals is a... tricky proposition, to say the least.

You also get a bigger sneak attack this round- 3d6.

7. Fighter 2: Second level fighters get an Action Surge once per short rest. It’ll add an extra action to your turn.

8. Fighter 3: Third level fighters get a martial adept, and the Samurai get their FIghting Spirit. Three times per long rest, you gain advantage on all your attacks for the turn, and gain some temporary HP as a bonus action. Free sneak attacks and more health! It’s a win for everyone!

9. Fighter 4: Use this ASI to bump up your Strength for stronger attacks. Remember, finesse just means you canuse dexterity, not that you have to.

10. Cleric 1: Now it’s time to make things scary. First level Grave clerics can cast and prepare Spells using their Wisdom, like Bane and False Life to scare your enemies even more and make yourself even harder to kill. You also gain a Circle of Mortality, letting you heal creatures for the maximum possible if they’re at 0 HP. You also also learn the cantrip Spare the Dying, which for you has a longer range and shorter casting time.

You also gain Eyes of the Grave, letting you sense undead nearby Wisdom Modifier times per long rest.

For cantrips, you also learn Resistance to be a little bit better than everyone else, Toll the Dead for hopefully obvious reasons, and Thaumaturgy to scare the crap out of anyone who hasn’t run off once the bell sounds.

11. Cleric 2: The real fireworks start now. Second level clerics can Channel Divinity once per short rest in one of two ways. The classic Turn Undead is fine, but we’re here more for Path to the Grave. Invoking this as an action gives a target creature vulnerability to you or your ally’s next attack for this round.

12. Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters get an Extra Attack each attack action. Attack twice with one action, or four times with two.

13. Rogue 6: Sixth level rogues get another round of Expertise, doubling your proficiency with Stealth and Perception.

14. Rogue 7: Your last level of rogue grants you Evasion, making your failed dexterity saves act like successes, and successes ignore the damage entirely.

15. Fighter 6: Use this ASI to bump up your Strength one last time, maximizing it for the most damage and accuracy possible.

16. Fighter 7: Seventh level samurai become Elegant Courtier, adding their wisdom bonuses to persuasion checks. I’d suggest talking with your DM to change it to intimidation checks for obvious reasons, but that’s on you. This also gives you proficiency with Wisdom saves.

17. Fighter 8: Use this ASI to grab the Sentinel feat, dropping a creature’s movement to 0 when you hit it with an opportunity attack. You can also make opportunity attacks against creatures attacking others, and you can make them against creatures who have disengaged. The perfect weapon to fight against assassins.

18. Fighter 9: Ninth level fighters are Indomitable, letting them re-roll a failed save once per long rest. Protection of the Faithful is a hell of a drug.

19. Fighter 10: Tenth level Samurai have a Tireless Spirit, letting you regain a use of Fighting Spirit at the start of a fight if you’re all out. Your duty doesn’t end. Ever.

20. Fighter 11: Your capstone level gives you another Extra Attack each action, three per turn, or six with your action surge.

Pros:

Having a weapon that leaves no trace is a serious upside for someone like you. Your expertise in stealth also means you have a pretty good shot at avoiding unnecessary fights, even with heavy armor.

You excel at both burst and consistent damage, specializing in hard to avoid psychic attacks. Path to the Grave combined with your Menacing Attack and Sneak Attack will let you deal (6d6+5)*2 damage in a single blow. It’s not as powerful as Sanson’s, but you can use your action surge to set it up a lot easier. That and your maxed out strength makes hitting creatures accurately a lot easier.

With proficiency in two of the three big saves and Evasion propping up your one weakness, you’re pretty solid against magical attacks, which will certainly make dealing with the Hassans a lot easier.

Cons:

Using Path to the Grave for your own attacks is still kind of awkward, and you just have to hope you can get a solid hit in that round. Not much you can do to fix that.

I’m always going to knock a build a point if you have to bend the rules to make it work. Elegant Courtier just doesn’t work for the build rules as written, and technically you can’t use psychic blades for attacks of opportunity. I don’t feel those are massive power shifts, but it’s something you’d have to talk with your DM about, so it’s still a negative.

We don’t need Dexterity at all, except for multiclassing minimums. Starting with that 13 in another ability score would be very useful.

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