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shannonsketches · 4 months

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I noticed that the element of the triforce that the individual characters are supposed to represent, is also their weakness. Zelda's wisdom is being stifled by doubt and lack of experience; she's eager to learn, but her zeal is not enough and relies on faith and Link to save the day. I'm not implying that wisdom and faith cannot go hand in hand, but she needs to be able to represent her element more. Maybe her wisdom is knowing when to wait and allow someone else to bear the task? But it takes away too much initiative from her. Ganon's element is power but he's the one who ends up losing almost every time. And Ganondorf on his own, isn't powerless! He's a king, he knows magic, he can wield almost any weapon, he's patient, conniving and intelligent and knows how to make best with what he has. He isn't weak! And yet, the whole split happened, because he was feeling powerless.

They locked themselves in a self-sabotaging cycle that's powered by doubt.

Yeah! So one of the reasons I really love the Triforce lore is that it’s a three-way mirror that reflects both what the user has and also what they need (very wizard of oz).

Ganondorf is a very powerful man, physically, and magically.

Politically, though, he’s next to helpless, which is an awful thing for a king to be. He’s a king of thieves in OoT, because the Gerudo are not a wealthy or thriving nation there. In-Game they don’t have a local living area like the other regions (or even a store — just one floating bombchu salesman in the middle of the desert) — they’ve got a post-war fortress full of guards, and a temple that is being used as a secret base Hylians can’t get to.

Consider also, Ganondorf is the most highly decorated of the Gerudo, and he’s not decked out in gold. He’s wearing mostly iron and topaz. Nabooru and Twinrova are the only ones who have gold fixtures/jewelry along with the higher ranked guards for their protective elements (which is why I think it could arguably be pale bronze or yellow brass, which is a common and highly durable gold alternative).

The Gerudo are implicitly just surviving in OoT, and Hyrule speaks of them like they’re monsters (except for the one guy in town who has a fetish). More than that, WW establishes that his real grief comes from the weather, which any mortal is powerless to control.

So Ganondorf is powerful as a person, but powerless as a king, which is literally the only thing he was born to be.

Be that as it may, though, he is a well-loved king, and a survivor, and a thief, so he also has to embody both wisdom and courage too!

Zelda is the most obvious mirror to Ganondorf. She is a very powerful woman politically and magically, but physically-- compared to Ganondorf -- she's terribly meek. That's the obvious read, that they're 1:1 Parallels, but her real weakness lies in her courage.

Zelda (in OoT) leans on her massive political power -- In the child timeline, she literally sees a foreign dignitary executed before he does anything wrong, based on a recurring dream she has.

Do you know how insane that is? Do you realize how powerful she is?

Ganondorf is not just some guy -- he's a foreign KING. He's a KING that a TEN YEAR OLD had EXECUTED based on VIBES.

And we think she embodies wisdom because her vibes were (as we, the audience know) correct. But it's actually because as an adult, she understands that none of it needed to happen that way. That the only reason Ganondorf was able to pull off his stunt and get the Triforce at all was because she tried to control the situation, sending Link to gather everything Ganondorf couldn't get himself and put it all precisely where Ganondorf needed it to be.

Despite being a child at the time, by the end of the story, by the time she's Sheik, Zelda is taking full responsibility for what happened, and is doing everything in her now extremely limited power to fix it. She's so sorry to need Link, and at the end of it all is desperate to give him another chance to be a kid, and to be innocent, and to be happy, because she realized so quickly that she never should've involved him, visions be damned. She knows none of it was his fault or his business, and she's mortified that she dragged him into it in her own attempt to control the weather.

These other two items shift in other games -- WW and Twilight Princess show us a Zelda with tremendous courage and very little power, physical or political. And then the Wild's era, despite removing the Triforce narrative, shows us a Zelda with immense power and terrible guilt and insecurity -- her power locked behind her fear, and she is only able to access both when she embraces courage.

Which brings us to Link.

Link, on the surface, is a third wheel in a chess game between ancients. But the reality is that he's the base of the prism. He's the foundation that reflects both of the others.

There are MANY different personalities for Link, and personally my favorite gag is that Link is simply too stupid to be scared, but that's just a gag -- because something I've come to really enjoy and respect about him is that he consistently displays fear. Link embodies courage because he is full of fear and chooses to fight anyway. Link leads a good life. He is comfortable, he has family, he has friends, he knows peace. What makes Link courageous is that he is willing to give up his access to all of that if it means that everyone else keeps theirs.

Link will lock himself in a room with the apocalypse if it means he's the only one who gets hurt, and it's not because he believes this is his sacred duty, or his life's purpose -- he'd much rather be at home chasing chickens around or riding his pony through some pretty scenic route -- it's because he is so full of love for other people that he's willing to give up anything to keep them safe.

Link's not very powerful, but he is also unburdened by any desire to be powerful. Link's not very wise, but he is unburdened by any desire to be wise. Link is content in who he is, Link is happy to keep things simple. But Link is so brave that he becomes a leader, which actually makes him the most dangerous of the three.

Courage, unburdened, is fucking terrifying. To both Wisdom and Power. Because, unlike Wisdom and Power, Courage is contagious.

Link can empower and inspire and reveal truths others might not have been able to find on their own. Link doesn't need charisma or brutality. Link can build armies just by being observed.

"But Sketches, you haven't really said anything about how Link reflects the other two." It's subtle! But he does. I see it like this:

• Ganondorf reflects Link's relentless determination, refusing to stand down in the face of impossible odds. In this way, they're connected by their power and courage. • Zelda reflects Ganondorf's burden of being born in a crown, forcing them to learn leadership, and how to use their recklessness strategically, as children. In this way, they're connected by their power and wisdom. • Link reflects Zelda's sense of love for the faceless innocent, and her dedication to protecting all who can't protect themselves. In this way, they're connected by their courage and wisdom.

Because the inherent configuration of the triforce requires those connections to be balanced -- Separately they are overwhelmed by their traits. Ganondorf is willing to sacrifice everything he is in order to reach his goals, Zelda is so pre-occupied with preventing prophecy she ends up instigating it, and Link is so ready to step in and help that he never considers the consequences.

Every single one of them, left to their own devices, would rather see themselves destroyed than fail those who may or may not be relying on their success. They're all very similar, highly reflective characters who all represent compelling foils for each other and yes, display how their unfettered strengths are also the thing that damage them most.

#i LOVE triforce plot #I will never stop loving triforce mythos #FUCK good versus evil give me people being desperate and flawed #lozhc #oot eidolon #this is a very sloppy disorganized essay but I'm done looking at it I'm setting it free laksjdla

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undeadcannibal · 11 months

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Can i request captain price and alejandro and ghost going phone shopping with their s/o : like i imagine they all have those old af phones and their s/o insisted on buying a new one for them cause the ones they have is from decades ago and are about to break or malfunction 😭 🤣

Summary: Headcanons for how Price, Alejandro, and Ghost would react to you trying to get them a smart/recent phone.

Characters featured: Price, Alejandro, and Ghost.

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: none!

A/N: Hopefully you enjoy these headcanons. uwu ( Gif credit: xxx )

Price―

Despite him being able to use any tech on missions with ease, he can't bring himself to care enough to learn how to use most smart phones.

Price is the worst offender out of all of them.

He was used to simple flip-phone burners that were easy to discard in a pinch and replace just as quickly. Although, if he does manage to keep it for a while, it's clear the phone is built to last rather than focus on aesthetic appearance.

Has a chunky flip-phone that's nearly impossible to break. In fact, the only thing wrong with it is the display screen on the outside is cracked, but still functioning and displaying a picture otherwise. You'd suggest a case for him, but honestly? It probably doesn't even need one.

When he's home, you purposely message him when he's near you or in the room solely so you can hear his obnoxiously loud default ringtone. You think it's funny and he doesn't get the joke.

Needless to say you end up not even bothering to get this man a new phone. Knowing him, he'd only use it for contacting you and nothing more.

Alejandro―

Is the most likely out of all of them to be convinced to get a phone from this decade, although he's very reluctant. He informs you that he'll never take it with him while out on missions. If anything, he'll only use it while off duty.

Even then, he won't be the type for social media or even taking pictures. He doesn't want anyone connecting him to you and something happening as a result.

Once you get him a phone he approved of, I can see him mostly using it for contacting you and playing games on it occasionally. Despises puzzle games similar to Candy Crush.

If it was safe enough, he'd also be the type to keep a picture of you tucked away in the back of his phone case. Not only showing you off as his phone background, but would have a transparent case showing off the physical photo he has of you as well.

I can see him as the type to enjoy games similar to Scrabble, etc. Maybe even the occasional trivia game as well.

Ghost―

Much more reluctant than Alejandro. You'd practically have to force him to accept a smart phone from you. Poor man just wants to make sure your safe and no one knows that you're connected to him.

Hm... probably wouldn't go all out on the latest smart phone and instead, would end up getting something similar to Price.

Extra durable flip phone that's still technically new and from this century, he'd argue that the entire time you two are shopping.

Also doesn't use it often. If anything, you're the only contact on that phone and he prefers to keep it that way.

Does not give in and get a case. Instead, he allows you to talk him into letting you pick out a single charm he can slip on. So long as it's vague and something solely known between the two of you, he'll put it on the phone.

#call of duty x reader #john price x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty headcanons #headcanons #requests #my writing #opened mail

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footnotesaregreat · 5 months

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ofmd headcannons bc i physically can’t stop thinking about these bitches

izzy sings at lucius and pete’s ceremony probably fly me to the moon or killing me softly (written by laszlo cravensworth & later plagiarized)

at the party that follows they all gather up singing shanties, ed & izzy whispering the lyrics to stede, who is still getting the hang of pirate music

stede & ed are supporting izzy’s back, that is still healing, despite his protests

they are also holding hands (ed-stede, stede-izzy)

jim, archie, olu & zheng are sitting suspiciously close

auntie & jackie instantly become besties

wee john, frenchie, roach & the swede are playing some intricate card game but wee john keeps losing deliberately to go back to his knitting

he’s making sweaters for all of them because Winter Is Coming & none of them have warm clothes

when a seagull lands on deck & refuses to stop pinching ed everyone knows who it is

he stays with them for about a week at a time & always comes back

they made a little nest in the sleeping quarters for him right next to roach & the swede

ed has permanently moved into stede’s room & they’ve made a new bed to fit three people for the nights iz wants some company

they also have room with the rest of the crew for the nights when they prefer to sleep alone.

ed & fang go fishing almost everyday & after a couple weeks they don’t need to speak & just sit in comfortable silence

stede keeps training with iz, taking turns fighting zheng & jim

when ed returns one day with fang & sees stede beating all three of them he wants to fight him more than ever. their duel goes on for a long time, the bets placed by the crew reaching extreme heights. in the end stede knocks him down & disarms him. everyone, especially pete, lose their fucking minds

at night stede still reads them stories, sometimes new from recent books he’s gotten, but usually the now familiar fairy tales calm them down the most

sometimes stede, ed, iz, jim, archie, olu, zheng, lucius & pete go on date nights where they try different food, listen to music, sharing sweets

frenchie, wee john, fang & roach can often be seen sticking together, not really seeking any romantic or sexual relationship, but simply wanting companionship

when izzy’s unicorn hoof finally gives out he is absolutely heartbroken so of course the entire crew go out to find him the most durable materials to make him another one

they give it to him the next day & it’s decorated by stede, lucius & surprisingly zheng

wee john has also knitted him a leg warmer for whenever he needs a break from the prosthetic

iz obviously loses his shit when he sees it & totally doesn’t call them twats

then they all proceed to fall on top of him to engulf him in an annoyingly wet hug, ed & stede sneaking two kisses on his cheeks

they often have themed parties to make use of stede’s unending secret wardrobe

wee john, iz & jim rule these parties being the best drag queens & king

after a couple years they dock on a small, peaceful town. everyone immediately loves it there & that’s when stede & ed decide to retire

they use ed’s treasure to buy a large building & the whole crew work together to turn it into an inn

they officially open ‘The Gentle Unicorn Inn’ (ed chose the name)

they also have a little tavern right next to it called ‘Jeff’s’ (they have a lot of fun whenever someone asks ‘who’s jeff?’)

ann & mary regularly pop by & drop off some antiques ann’s looted, for stede to either keep or even sell

every couple of months or so the crew visit for a few days & all of them have designated rooms in the inn

sometimes ed & stede close for a week or so to go on a little trip on the ‘revenge’ with the crew

izzy will go & stay with them more often than the rest of them & even though he doesn’t have his own room he has no problem staying at stede & ed’s

he always sleeps in the middle of their bed

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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okay yall convinced me to continue this

Eddie looked around and all he saw was black. Was this what death was like? He expected more people. But maybe death was just solitude. Then all of a sudden he wasn't alone.

He jumped back when he came face to face with, himself.

"What the fuck?"

His mirror image looked back and smirked. Then looked down at his hands.

"Finally."

"What the hell is going on here? Where am I? W-we?"

"Vecna is putting us back together. We can see everyone again soon."

"You mean...I'm not dead?"

"Oh we're very much alive. In fact, I'd say we're better than before."

As his mirror said that, Eddie felt a new energy thrumming in his veins.

"Why? Why would Vecna do this, I was tryina kill that bastard!"

"He wants something in return. To use us against them."

"Like hell that's gonna happen. I-"

"Didn't let myself get chomped on just so I could be used by an actual murderer."

"How did you-"

"Is it not obvious? I'm still you. But I'm the parts he wants to use. The part that's afraid of Vecna. Afraid of the world for seeing us for what we are. And angry at our lot in life. And ashamed for how we feel."

Eddie didn't respond. It was all a lot to take in. When his other self mentioned shame for feeling something, a certain face popped into his head.

"We're going to see him again. And this time, I'm going to take what I want."

"You put a hand on him and-" Eddie stopped himself. Not only did he feel pretty powerless here, he was never that good at restraining his own actions. "You touch him and he'll kick your ass."

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After his little stunt, Eddie/Kas found themselves tied up again, this time in Steve's garage. And this time with chains (duct tape boys? really?). Nancy also made sure his legs were chained to the chair and had a shotgun trained on him the whole time they talked.

"We're all sure he's real?", she asked, nudging his cheek with her barrel. She was the only one here to actually experience Vecna's illusions besides Max. She knew how convincing they could be.

"He's real", Jonathan said, a lighter ready just in case. "Steve and the others said so."

Nancy rifled through all the information she got when she received the code red. Something that looked like Eddie had returned. But it was very obviously NOT Eddie. Stronger, faster, more durable. And apparently was receiving orders directly from Vecna. He also apparently had a craving for flesh, having busted into the meat locker of a deli before being found.

"What's your game this time? Use our friend's face to trick us?", she questioned.

"Heh, it really warms our heart that you call us 'friend'. Guess quality time over quantity, huh?" He was smiling, like none of this was a threat to him. Knowing creatures of the Upside Down, it would take more than one bullet, but Nancy had plenty.

"I believe I laid down my terms with the others pretty clearly. I'll follow your rules, so long as Steve is the one to watch me."

"Why Steve?", Jonathan asked.

Kas grinned at him. "Steve's my favorite."

"Oh my god, shut up, shut up, shut up", Eddie lamented from their shared mental space.

While Nancy and Jonathan were handling that situation in the garage, Steve was trying to get a grip on what was happening in his house. They were practically running up the walls.

"Steve you don't understand!", Dustin exclaimed. "This is huge!"

"I don't see how a monster posing as Eddie is huge?"

"But they're not just posing. It IS Eddie", Mike said.

"We don't know that. Not until Nancy confirms it."

Will rolled his eyes. "Oh like she'd know. She talked to Eddie for what? A day?"

"Cut the sass. And if you can talk, you can move your hands." Steve handed Will the knife and pushed some peppers his way.

"The point is WE, you know the people who actually hung out with Eddie would know him better. We should be the ones interrogating him", Lucas said, actually doing his duty of buttering a casserole dish.

"The other point is we don't NEED to question him because we already know that it's actually Eddie", Dustin said. "Vecna wouldn't know who Kas is. Eddie's in there. And he's telling us that he's on our side."

"You remember what Max told us, right? Vecna gets in your head. He sees what you see, knows what you know." Steve took the dish from Lucas and poured some rice into it. "If he got to Eddie, then he knows what Eddie knows." When Will finished dicing, Steve took the knife and was about to wash it under running water when he heard someone approach.

"Is Mama Steve making dinner?"

Steve reacted first and thought second and the knife flew threw the air. Kas caught it easily and twirled the knife in his hand.

"Nice aim. Lemme guess, little league?"

Nancy and Jonathan were right behind him. Steve wanted to respond. Maybe ask 'what the hell? why isn't he tied up? Nancy where's your gun?' But the kids got to it first.

"Tell us everything!" Mike demanded.

Dustin started rallying off questions. "Are you actually Eddie? Just enhanced? Or like a split personality? Is it one that came naturally or one Vecna implanted? Is Eddie like inside of you? Can he come out?"

"All in due time", Kas said, walking by them all to get to Steve, who once again looked like a deer with a car coming straight on.

"We struck a deal, princess. Looks like we're roomies."

There was still at least a foot separating them yet Steve felt boxed in. It was the same sensation he got whenever Eddie talked to him and only him, but intensified.

"Umm, hope you like chicken and rice?"

Internally, Eddie was falling to his knees. Steve's cooking, Steve in the process of cooking, with his little chickadees orbiting him. It was a domestic scene too much for his pining heart and he was actually glad right now that he wasn't holding the reins. Falling to his knees for chicken and rice wasn't the best look for a metalhead.

"Eddie would love some", Kas said cooly.

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Dinner was an odd affair. All of them trying to figure out Kas in their own way. Dustin and Mike with their blatant questions, Lucas telling them to cool it, Nancy with her more subtle line of questioning, Will trying to see if he could feel anything, and Jonathan trying to see if Will was effected.

Steve was the only one pointedly trying to ignore the man which was very difficult given that he was doing everything in his power to get his attention. His favorite move seemed to be nudging Steve's foot with his own, causing Steve to bump his knee against the table at least three times.

Eddie wanted to roll into a hole and die. He especially wanted to do so when Kas started eyeing Steve's leg, because he knew what was coming.

"No, absolutely not. He let you get away with this much. But he will rip of your hand for this", Eddie said.

"I think he'd let us get away with much more." So Kas went ahead and put his hand on Steve's thigh, making him jolt up from his chair.

So yeah, quite the interesting dinner.

After eating, they figured out a rotation schedule for watching him. Technically Steve was only on the schedule for six hours a day. But considering Kas would be at his house the entire time, they'd be spending a lot more time together.

The rest of them were getting ready to leave so that they could check in with the others, but Nancy hung back to talk to Steve semi-privately.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?"

Steve glanced at the mysterious figure that was masquerading as Eddie, who was openly leering at him while ignoring the children.

"I'll be..uh, I can hang in there Nance, don't worry."

Then everyone else left, leaving the two of them alone. Steve felt a little like caged prey. But he also felt like this version of Eddie wouldn't hurt him. Not physically at least. But that left other things to do to him and Steve was afraid to go down that rabbit hole of possibilities.

"It's just you and me, Steve."

Part 3A More plotty, fluffy, bit of angst

Part 3B Less plotty, more smutty

Tag team:

@jestyzesty

@mightbeasleep

@findafight

@spooky-mulders

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #kas!eddie #the party #yall are a pretty convincing crowd #just went ahead and tagged peeps who seemed interested #hope that was okay

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dailyadventureprompts · 10 months

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Random mechanics idea: The problem with mechanics like weapon durability, encumbrance, supplies, lighting etc. is that they add a lot of busywork only to make the game more unpleasant to play. If we want to include these type of systems in our games, we're going to need to figure out a spoon full of sugar to help the mechanical medicine go down, and I think a large part of that is giving the party toys we can take away when needed, rather than imposing unnecessary restrictions.

A computer can easily handle an infinite amount of gruntwork behind the scenes but there's a reason that every system introduced with the intent of artificially creating "challenge" or "realism" is thought up by dms who spend a lot more time theorycrafting on forums than they do telling enjoyable stories: Trying to implement these sort of systems at the table effectively forces the party to stop any fun they might be having to do boardgame taxes...which really makes sense when you learn that Gygax worked in insurance around the time he was dreaming up d&d.

I put this all together after spending a whole evening scouring the internet for a worthwhile weapon durability system. None of them were actually FUN or story enhancing, instead asking players to do varying amounts of busy work (sometimes counting dozens of interaction and adding three or extra dice rolls per weapon swing) to hold with a DM's desire for arbitrary complexity.

Returning to the idea of giving fun benefits rather than messing with fundamentals, I've seem far too many attempts at a "blood magic" system that makes casters have to spend HP to do their basic spells, when really the exact same could be accomplished by allowing the player to earn a boon that gives them their con bonus in bonus spellslots that could be used to upcast their spells.

The same goes for durability: rather than having to create an umbrella mechanic that applies to every weapon ever, slowing down EVERY swing, make it something that the fighter manages on their own, learning to keep their weapon in tip-top shape by spending a precious hitdie during a short rest to grant their weapon an additional damage die (which goes away if they roll a nat 1), and letting players and monsters break weapons as part of a combat action.

The opt in nature is essential here, because it rewards players who want more mechanical complexity without slowing down the whole game.

Now the question is if I can figure out a way to make the ever cumbersome encumbrance rules actually fun to play with.

#homebrew mechanic #d&d mechanics #dapper digresses

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evilminji · 4 months

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I'ma be bold! Marvel Time!

Wakanda has Vibranium. An impossible mineral that does not see like it could form naturally, right? Or there would be far more in the wider universe then just the few bits we see.

You know what ELSE is impossibly rare, minerals wise?

Ectoranium. The disasteroid. And! From Wakandan oral history? The two seem to have appeared in the EXACT SAME WAY. Out of no where. Through, very possibly, the EXACT SAME rarely opening portal. If? On the other side? There was an asteroid belt of some kind?

It would only take things aligning just right, for one to slip through.

We KNOW materials from the Zone effect the living world in strange ways. Vibranium could very well just be the dead reflection of a mineral from a different, more durable, universe. The Zone is Infinite, so it would mix pretty much EVERYTHING together into a chaotic mess.

So there could be a considerable amount of Vibranium asteroids just hanging around.

But! And more importantly! Getting hit by, then LIVING OVER, a massive fuck off Zone Rock? Would expose Wakandans to generations of Ectoplasm. ESPECIALLY with how Vibranium, by nature, holds a "charge" if you will. It would be a heat lamp of Limnality. Making everyone near it?

Better.

Not superhuman. Not fully Limnal. Because Vibranium HOLDS a charge. That Ectoplasmic energy would be stuck INSIDE the metal. Unable to truely effect anyone who isn't directly touching it. Even then, BARELY seeping into them. But? It WOULD leech, slowly, into everything around it.

The air, the water, the soil.

The PLANTS. That precious, precious, SACRED Herb.

Over time? It would loosen the ties that bind. Those pesky human limitations. Sure, it would say, grow smarter. Stronger. Live longer, better lives. Knees that ache less, backs that do not bend, bones that do not succumb. You're still human! Your DNA no different.

It's just the strength of your SOUL poking through.

Would anyone notice, if it happened slowly? Over enough generations? It's normal. Everyone here is like this. It's not superhuman. Just... HEALTHY, right? A good diet and plenty of exercise? That is what makes our skin clear and eyes sharp, teeth strong and feet sure. Right?

That healthy diet of... what was it again?

Ah yes, Ectoplasmicly charged plants? Sweet fruits and healthy vegetables. Water purged of contamination by the Ectoplasm to devours all but itself? So very crisp! Is it not?

Houses made of materials charged with it. Resting in beds, beneath covers and cloth, woven with it. Walking upon streets paved with it. What in Wakanda is NOT touched by it? In some form? Some way? Gently bathing all who live there in its unseen light?

And, tell me, WHERE do you go again? When you fall? When you join your Panther God? Mmmhmm, pockets within pockets. Lairs and territories. The Zone itself may be green, but a Lair can be what ever it's Master chooses.

But! Why do I bring this up? That the Afterlives are no doubt connected? After all, it's not like the Master's of those Lair's, the Gods that are worshipped, would just... LET people leave. It defeats the purpose of creating an "Afterlife"!

But, again! Consider! The Panther God loves the Wakandan Royal Family. They are loyal worshipers. The Panther Gods responsibility. And? The rather newly dead T'Chaka, former monarch (and thus rather informed of all the major concerns of a nation) of Wakanda, has informed the Panther God that? Gasp!

The Vibranium is, at generations long last, about to run out.

Their people are in danger.

Please! Do something!

The God can not. Buuuut... the "ghost king" of the space between, can. He must go, on a Dangerous And Heroic Soul Pilgrimage(tm) to meet with this mysterious king. Negotiate for his son and people. T'Chaka, a brave and dignified king, will of course face this challenge with all that he is.

It's very Alice in Wonderland. (The poor man.)

But the Black Panther manages to get to the still under construction castle none the less. Lead by a delightful, if mischievous, young girl by the name of "Dani" (with an i). Who reminds him, somewhat painfully, of his daughter Shuri when she was younger.

The King of the Between is a... young man.

Busy putting constellations on the ceiling, he pays them little mind. Until Dani calls out to him. Revealing that exactly like Shuri, she was a princess all along. He can see the resemblance.

He explains his issue, prepared to argue his case for however long he must. Instead he is just met with long soul searching look, a glance to Dani (who appears to vouch for him), and a nod. He is baffled. It... so easily?

People need help, he is informed. That's reason enough. Besides, Dani says you're not a fruitloop. And the young king trusts her judgment.

Let's go get your people some rocks.

(You can imagine, the ABSOLUTE SHIT STORM. Mentally, Emotionally, Politically, when the GHOST of the FORMER KING just? Shows up! Broad daylight! In the royal yard in from of the palace with a GIANT piece of Vibranium and a foreign King of The Dead.

Father... WHY. Don't get T'Challa wrong, he is about to cry he's so happy to see you. But? In PUBLIC, Father? In front of his delicious Wakandan Salad? Stop being so amused you old cat! This isn't FUNNY! Now I have to deal with this! T^T )

@hdgnj @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @nerdpoe

#dp x marvel #dp x mcu #dpxmarvel

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mirrored-movements · 10 months

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Go with the Flow

(Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Synopsis: What happens when you're stuck in another dimension with someone calling you their mom and someone else calling you their wife? You certainly recognized him- but he wasn't your Miguel.

Warnings: None, honestly had no clue where this was going Tbh

Getting spit out of the portal in some random alleyway wasn’t exactly ideal-but worse things have happened, such as the damage done to your dimensional travel watch.

For them being designed by scientists they weren’t as durable as you’d hoped, the item currently glitching out hindering your ability to open a portal and or contact anyone.

Great.

With a disgruntled sigh your mask deactivated, the nanotech retreating away. The rest of your suit quickly shifted into civilian clothes, your fingers still trying feebaly to activate something.

At least you weren’t glitching out. That was the only plus side you could see at the moment besides having been thrown into a vacant alleyway- you didn’t even know what dimension you’d landed in.

Grumbling some more under your breath you turned on your heel, regardless of whether or not you were stranded there had to be something you could do- to either get back or get into contact with someone who could then possibly bring you back.

Stepping out of the alleyway your eyes took in the city; it was reminiscent of classic New York, no flying cars, futuristic outfits, people looked relatively normal- you’d say you ended up somewhere similar to Peters or Gwens dimension.

Continuing to wonder around you’d occasionally peer down at your watch, hope flickering like a flame whenever a phantom vibration happened only for that feeling to become snuffed out as nothing new flashed across the screen.

It was times like this where you’d regretted not asking to partner up- especially when there were a few who’d often offer their assistance.

You could handle it, was always the answer you gave then.

So much for that.

Not only was there an anomaly running around in some other dimension but you were stuck here, for an undefined amount of time.

Lovely.

Finding yourself coming across a store that sold TV’s your eyes scanned across the lit screen, the news currently covering what was described as ‘a vigilante hero’- or what you were more familiar with, ‘a spider variant.’

Who it was? You dodn’t know, nor did you recognize leading you to assume they weren’t appart of the spider-society- little bit of a bummer there seeing as you couldn’t just find them for help. Not like you knew where they were anyways.

The hairs on the back of your neck raised.

“Mom!” Your head twisted to the side at the sound of a childs voice, heart skipping a beat for a second as a small form quickly bounded your way. The little girls arms quickly moving to wind around you all the while her face pressed into the stomach of your sweater. “We thought you were working today?”

Her head tilted up, (E/C) hues staring wonderously up at you while unruly brown locks surrounded her tanned face. There was something about her that had your brain buzzing, something familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

Hovering your hands over the girls back you felt unsure of what to do; clearly there was a variant of yourself in this dimension that had a kid and now that kid is currently mistaking you for them.

“Uh I was, but they let me off early.” Finally deciding to speak you let out an awkward laugh, one hand moving to pat the girls shoulder gently.

Her expression seemed to lighten up at your words, the little girl beginning to bounce in place nearly shaking you back and forth from the motion. “Really? Then that means you can come to the part with us!”

Us?

“Ella, give your mom some space.”

Your head tilted up at the new yet familiar voice, eyes following the tall frame of a familiar brunette. His frame dawned a simple pair of jeans and hoodie, eyes appearing more brown than the wine tinted ones you were usually familiar with; extended canines missing from the mans smile.

Your heart fluttered lightly, mind almost mistaking this man as the one you were close with- however that was anything but the truth.

He was Miguel but he wasn’t the Miguel you knew.

The girl, or Ella as you’ve come to learn her name pulled away. Lips still pulled into a gleeful smile as she instead moved to grasp your hand in her own. The action just as quick as the man nearing enough to throw an arm over your shoulder, lips pressing a quick peck to your cheek despite the clear way your shoulder’s tensed up.

Noting this he passed you a worries glance, hand squeezing your shoulder softly in an almost reassuring manner, gradually pulling you and Ella along the sidewalk. “Everything alright at work mi vida?”

Swallowing down the butterflies that quickly flittered about within your stomach you reminded yourself that this was your variants life, this was a different dimension and everyone here was a different variant.

Willing yourself to smile you glanced towards him, “Just the usual, coworkers and the system and stuff.” Beginning with that you added on quickly trying to figure out what the other ‘you’ would answer with- or rather what was something generic enough that it could fly beneath anyones radar. “The coffee machine was down so I’m a bit tired.”

His head tilted at this, mouth opening. “But you don’t like coffee?”

Shit.

“Oh well I mean my coworkers were upset about it so I had to deal with a lot of cranky people,” You forced a laugh, “You know how some people can be without their caffeine.”

“Dad’s cranky without coffee.” Piping in from where she stood beside you Ella let out a laugh, her mind presumably associating that thought with another. “Remember when you hid all the coffee when he forgot your birthday? That was so funny.”

“I didn’t forget it,” His arm dropped from your shoulder and instead tenderly held your other hand. “I was just planning a surprise party.”

Ella didn’t seem to believe it and just stuck out her tongue, the man doing the same.

It was strange really; this wasn’t your dimension and despite how close you felt with your Miguel- this one wasn’t yours, and Ella wasn’t your child. However at the moment, you felt a little obligated to act along- for the sake of your own variant of course.

“And how did that surprise party go?”

Lighting up at the tone you’d used Ella giggled. “Bad! Super bad!”

“It wasn’t!” He tried to defend himself quickly but at the insistence of his daughter and the tender smile that crept across your face he yielded quickly. Just simply shaking his head with a gentle laugh.

After a little more banter- some you tried to join in on- you all eventually arrived at the park, quickly finding yourself pushing Ella on one of the swings. The other Miguel watching from the side as he leaned against the structures support beams.

Sparing him a quick glance your eyes snapped away at the payful wink he’d given you- your Miguel would rather roll his eyes than wink if you so much as breathed in his direction. Albeit he was still kind but in a tough love kind of sense.

Ending up spending awhile at the park playing various little games, you began to dread the next one. Especially considering it was apparently something that the other ‘you’ had made up and it’d be a major red flag if the current you didn’t remember it.

However your saving grace came in the form of the other Miguel’s phone ringing, his lips downturning softly before curling back up. “Looks like work needs me.” His tone was apologetic, arms coming right away to give Ella a quick hug as she ran over. His attention moving onto you as you neared, the mans arms enveloping you much like he had with his daughter.

There was an unfamiliarity to the action, but you just patted the back of his sweater lightly hoping that that’d suffice. “I should be back home in the morning. Okay mi vita?”

“Yeah that’s fine, do what you need to do.” A boxy smile had come to rest across your lips, cheeks heating up as he once again gave them a quick peck following it up with an adoring smile.

He must really love the ‘you’ of this world.

“Be good for mom,” Patting Ella’s head he ruffled her hair quickly, adding on once more before walking off. “Stinker.”

Right away calling out playful insults in response the little girl shook her head, attention moving back to you while she began insisting that you push her on the swings a few more times before leaving.

Now, you would have been fine watching over Ella for an hour or so by yourself, but having to find ‘your’ house? That was a much much different story- it was like a needle in a haystack and the only way you did end up finding the place was because you turned it into a game, having the small girl guide you the entire way there- as well as unlock the front door via a keypad.

“You’re so funny mom.” Watching you open and close all the cabinets Ella let out a laugh, the bowl of mac’n cheese sitting before her was left untouched as you searched through the kitchen for where the cutlery was stored.

Finally finding where it was kept you gave yourself a mental high-five, handing over the girls desired utensil before leaning back against the counter.

Being a fake mom was hard.

Trying to take a moment to compose yourself your ears picked up the sound of the front door opening, heart rate picking up a little at the prospect of it being your other variant however when another figure stepped in did you pause.

“Dad’s back!” Sliding off of the stood she sat on Ella right away bolted towards the man, her small arms wrapping around him quickly.

However much like you had earlier in the day, he didn’t return it right away. Instead his gaze flickered up to you, (E/C) hues meeting with wine tinted hues.

Your heart fluttered.

“Yeah I’m back kiddo,” His eyes drifted back down to the girl then back up to you as if trying to signify an unspoken question.

Pushing away from the counter seeing that Ella had released the man you couldn’t help but give him a hug of your own- but in relief and to keep up the act for her. “How was work? Didn’t seem like they needed you for that long?”

Picking up on the implication Miguel allowed his own arms to wrap around you, “It was just for a bit, but I might have to head back soon.”

Nodding to signify your understanding you both parted from the intimate gesture; Ella right away making it apparent on what time it was with a loud yawn.

“Looks like somebody’s tired.”

“No I’m-” Her defense was interrupted by another yawn, you right away taking this as your chance to bring her towards where you discovered her room was earlier. “Wait, I want dad to tuck me in today.”

At the mention of that your head turned back towards where Miguel stood stiffly, his mouth opening to decline before seeing the way you stared.

Sucking in a breath he moved to take the small girls shoulder from you, the facade of a caring parent taking over as he’d disappeared into the hallway. “Right of course, lets get you to bed then.”

Now knowing that this was the Miguel you knew, you waited anxiously for his return to the livingroom. You almost instinctually coming to hug the man once again as he emerged from the hallway minutes later.

“It’s so good to see an actual familiar face- you wouldn’t believe the day I had.” Muffling that out into the shirt of his civilian clothes you basked in his presence for a second, mind somehow blocking out the embarrassment until you’d pulled away. An apologetic yet flustered smile made it’s way onto your lips. “Uh sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” Shaking his head while saying that he took in a breath. “I’m glad youre alright,” Holding out a hand he motioned towards the wrist containing your watch, the device being raised enough for him to view the damage. “I wasn’t able to find you sooner because of the damage done, so I had to get Lyla to run your signature through the system.”

“Well, better late than never. I felt like I was playing house here.” Although you meant it as a joke, the domestic theme of the day made you a little melancholic- knowing that normality was something you’d never have the luxury of having. “Well, was playing house.”

“You seemed into it though.”

At the comment you gave him a look, the man unable to let out a mix between a chuckle and laugh. “Anyways. We should get going. Any longer here and we might cause a disturbance.”

“Wait- we can’t just leave her alone in the house? What kind of fake parents would we be?”

Upon mentioning the girl, Miguel let out a short huff. “Well, what do you have in mind then?”

“We wait for the other me to come home, and then you’ll get a ‘call from work.”

Pondering over the suggestion he wanted to decline right away, the thought of impersonating someone again left a bad taste in his mouth-however the paternal instincts deep within told him to just listen.

Which is what you both did.

Your variant came home about an hour later, her expression bidding Miguel a tired greeting followed by a peck on the cheek before merely heading to bed.

A little easier than you thought it was going to be. But hey, now you two could leave that place.

You never knew how much you missed HQ until the smooth walls and floors welcomed you, the glowing yellow screens of Miguel’s workplace and the holographic form of Lyla were comforting- especially once the Ai began chatting aimlessly.

The conversation halting as Miguel spoke up from where he leaned over a desk, “I didn’t know a dimension like that existed.” It was as though his brain took a step back from processing things then they were happening, the man thinking back to his late daughter and then the daughter he’d just met.

She had the perfect mix of the both of you- (E/C) hues and brown hair, your nose and his smile.

“I didn’t know either until I landed there,” Musing that out you let out a sigh. “She was cute right?”

Casting his gaze back at where you sat his lips tilted up softly, “She was.”

“She definitely got it from her mom.”

You were stunned at this, mouth falling open before closing. Eyes rolling faintly in response however without verbally saying anything he took that as a win.

Moving away from his desk he trailed towards where you sat, hand coming to brush some of your hair aside nuzzling his nose into the crown of your head- a gesture you were familiar with.

This was your Miguel after all.

Humming lowly he pecked for head, lips murmuring against it afterwards.

“We should think about it.”

“We should.”

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Can you tell I like dad Miguel?

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #× reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o 'hara #across the spider verse spoilers #across the #spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #smatsv #atsvx reader #spiderman × reader #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider

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quipxotic · 6 months

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I can't remember the last time I wrote so much after an episode right after it ended, but I have so many thoughts! This time, it's things I'm looking forward to in the next episode or things I hope happen.

Spoilers for Episode 77 below the cut:

Ashton is awkward and often an asshole, which distracts people (both in-game and in fandom) from the fact they are also one of the main caregivers in Bell's Hells. There are endless examples of their care, particularly for FCG, Laudna, Orym, and Fearne, but also for the others, both in battles and in conversations. But that care mostly goes unremarked on by the rest of the party or themselves. Because they're so durable in a fight, Bell's Hells have rarely had to face the thought of what life would be like without Ashton. Now they've all had to stand by and watch them die over and over again, with only two of them able to help in any way. If nothing else, they'll all have to confront that idea now.

Ashton is a mess. They use bluster and arrogance to cover up their low self esteem and self-hatred. They are convinced they are the most expendable person in any group they are in, even as they're desperate to matter in the world and for connection with others. They're a hypocrite, demanding everyone else know and acknowledge their worth and not take unnecessary risks, while ignoring that advice themselves. Everything in their life has taught them they only have value if they can do things for others; if they're not useful, then they're worthless. But because they're relatively quiet about all this and are reliable and responsible in most situations (at least compared to most of the rest of the team), none of that shit has so much as inconvenienced anyone in Bell's Hells. It's never caused an issue before now, so it's never gotten any attention. I hope that's going to change after this, it's a problem that can't be ignored any longer.

Imogen, Laudna, FCG, and Orym all tend to lean into the idea of martyring themselves for the team or the world. I can't wait to see their reaction to watching Ashton almost doing exactly that. I would love if there was some self-awareness that happens on their parts because of all of this, but I'm not overly optimistic. At the very least I hope they all talk about it finally.

Just...these people need to talk to each other! I want them to be angry and hurt at the way Ashton did what they did and at the risk they took. If that hadn't worked they would have lost not only their beloved friend but also the shard, a power they need for the fight ahead, that they all worked so hard to get, and that can't ever be replaced if lost.

And Ashton is loved by all of them, that's what's underneath that anger and pain. I want them to tell them that, even if they can't really hear it or internalize it. Someone needs to and they need to do it again, and again, and again until it sticks.

I want Ashton to talk about his feelings for the others. Directly, honestly, without all the hedging and awkward bluster. They've adored Fearne from the first moment they met, she needs to hear that! They have some kind of feelings for Orym, what is that? They love Laudna, Imogen, and FCG so fiercely, come out and say it! They even love Chetney, whether they're ever willing to admit it or not. Of everything in this list, this is the thing I'm the least sure will happen. I suspect when faced with anger, Ashton will give anger right back. I hope I'm wrong or that someone won't let them get away with it.

#critical role #bells hells #critical role spoilers #c3e77 #ashton greymoore

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insomniamamma · 1 year

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In The Light They Both Look The Same: Joel Miller x F!reader

A/N: I'm honestly not sure what happened here. I got visited by the Angst Fairy and the Smut Fairy at the same time, thinking of the way people will bite and bruise each other during sex, and how that might play out in this context. The title comes from "Neon Bible" by Arcade Fire. This takes place in an unnamed QZ before the Joel's time in Boston with Tess.

Warnings: Sex work. Implied sexual violence. Bite marks. Bruises. Broken skin. Angst. Smut.

You call him Tex. You know his name but you don't use it. That suits him just fine. The two of you have an understanding. He fucks you and pays your for it. No fuss, no muss. An agreed upon rate to be payed in ration cards if he has them and or the equivalent. You prefer ration cards. Those FEDRA fucks don't care where or how you get them, ration cards mean food in your belly with no questions, something you can easily trade for bathtub gin or homemade soap, or any number of things that make life in the QZ slightly less terrible. Pills are a little harder to move. You have to be sneaky. Once he paid you half the cards he usually does with a heavy gold ring perched atop them. Where'd you get this? You don't want to know. But Tex always pays. What were you? In your other life? People ask you this. People who trade ration cards for durable clothing, people who trade a half oxy for a bar of hard soap rendered from the fat and ashes of Christ knows what. What were you before? You make up an answer if you think it will gain you something, but you weren't anything at all. There was no time for that. Sometimes all you have to barter is yourself. Whore, they whisper sometimes as you pass, as if any of them are clean. As if any of them haven't sold something of themselves for a little comfort, a little dulling of the pain. As if none of them have turned a blind eye or greased a palm.

Tex never asks what you were meant to be before, never tries to pretend this is anything other than transactional. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not your lover. You need to scratch an itch and I'm the one who can reach it. There's been others that couldn't seem to wrap their heads around that very simple concept. Giving rough men a soft place to land means risk. You peer at his unruly, grey-shot curls as he bends to unbutton your shirt and wonder if you've taken one risk too many, skims his warm palms over your shoulders, pulling your shirt sleeves down in the flickering, uncertain light, never know when the power's gonna shit out. FEDRA buildings always seem to have power when the rest of the QZ browns out. He sees the dented rings of teeth-marks on your exposed tits and flinches back. "Christ Almighty--" "I'm not--" "I know you're not. I've seen infection before." He reaches for you and you flinch back, gathering your unbuttoned shirt over yourself. It was a mistake coming to him like this, bruised and bitten, should have waited, given an excuse-- "I should go--" "Show me." His face is hard, eyes dark and unreadable and when his hand moves to circle your wrist you jerk away, hard enough that your momentum carries you back a few steps, and you trip up and he catches you, hands around your upper arms, gripping hard, but then softening, his thumbs smoothing over your tensed muscles, but his eyes are dark in the fickle light, there's a hardness in his face, in the set of his shoulders that makes you feel afraid. You never pegged Tex as the jealous type. He's rough with you sometimes. He's not shy in taking what he needs, but he's never left you bruised. He's never left you hurt. He turns you and pushes you onto the edge of the bed. "You wait right here," he says, "We're gonna talk." "I can come back another time--"you say, "I'll make it up to you." You can hear him moving around in the kitchen. When did you start crying? Tears pool hot at the corners of your eyes and you scrub them away with the back of your hand. He reappears with a twist of cloth and a bottle of booze. "I'm sorry," you say. Sometimes it hits you, the way the world has bent from where you thought it would be, the speed at which everything came undone. This isn't how it was supposed to be. When that thought comes you try to squash it down, stamp on its head before it can bite you, the outraged cries of the life you almost had echoing in your ears. "Let me see." His tone offers no space to argue. You hold yourself stone still as he unfurls your shirt like petals and smoothes it down over your shoulders. "Someone did this to you," He presses the alcohol soaked rag to your broken skin and you hiss. "Doesn't matter," you say, "He paid what he owed." "Bullshit he did," says Joel. He rubs something into your skin that eases the sting, and fresh tears follow the tracks already on your cheeks, "Some fool could've seen these marks and killed you over em. Now you are going to give me a name." You breathe out hard, goosebumps heaving up in the chill bruised and bitten and naked beneath his gaze. You broke your own rule. That rule being don't fuck FEDRA. But things had been lean. He was young and he'd seemed sweet. Until he wasn't. "He wasn't one of yours," you say, and he grips your chin, makes you look into those midnight eyes that give nothing back. "Name. Now." And you tell him. "He's FEDRA, okay? His name's Johnny. Johnny G. I don't know his last name, just that it starts with a 'G.' I should go. I won't bother you again. Please, just let me go." His grip on your chin eases, slides his warm, rough palm against your cheek and presses his forehead to yours. He stays like that a spell, and then cups the back of your head, pulls you into him, presses his lips to yours, a soft, lingering kiss. He's never kissed you, he's nipped at your neck, grazed his teeth along your inner thigh, but this--this? "Tex? Joel?" He nuzzles his nose alongside yours and you can feel the humid warmth of his ragged breath against your lips. "Hush now," he says, "You hush." His hand spreads wide over your bared sternum, pressing you down into the familiar rut of his mattress, a groove worn by him and whoever fetched up here before him. Kisses you soft and slow as he lays you back. Wind groans through the decaying buildings, sends sleet spacking against the windows, little huffs of frigid air where the windows leak. And then he leans back, shucking out of his tattered shirt, shedding the threadbare white t-shirt beneath, showing himself to you and your breath catches in your throat. This is new for him. You naked and him clothed, bared because he likes to play with your tits when he fucks you, that's the normal way of it, likes the sight of you splayed out but never treats you to the same. Until now. You take a moment just to drink him in. He is beautiful in the way of things that are worn but still good, broad sun-freckled shoulders and arms made strong by a life time of hard work, gentle swell of his belly, and his skin is so warm against yours, catching your hands in his hair and pulling him down so you can kiss him, the rules that outline this transaction suspended, skim your hands over his arms, the plane of his back, around to where his ribs meet his belly and twists his face into your neck and lets out a shaky breath. You repeat the motion and he squirms. "Dammit woman--" but you feel him smile against your skin. "You're ticklish." "Am not." "Whatever you say, Tex." You find a knot of smooth, tight scar at his side, brush your thumb over it and he pushes himself up on his forearms to look at you. "Sorry." "S'okay." Those dark eyes drink you in. He pulls away from you and grabs at your feet and yanks you towards the edge of the bed, claws your pants down, pushes your thighs open. You tense up, at the memory of bruising hands there, skin still sore and stained, whimper when his fingers dig in thoughtlessly, and he draws back to look at you in the fickle light, smoothes his thumbs over the marks. "Same guy?" "Yeah. I was stupid, okay?" You try to curl away, but his has you pinned, hands pressing down on your thighs, holding you open and raw, and those mirror black eyes soften. "Ssshhhh," he breathes against the finger shaped bruises, a soft, sore kiss to your right thigh and then your left and then his mouth is on you, burning against you in the chill, your hands fist helplessly in his hair as he peels you apart, gentle flutter of his tongue and the roughness of his thumb delving into your slick and stroking lower, teasing the tender skin between cunt and asshole, before moving back up to sink inside you. You buck hard against him and feel him smile against you, kisses the soft swell below your navel before delving back in. He gives himself to you. With lips and tongue and warm rough hands. He's been rough with you before, but he is gentle with you now, mindful of his grip, of the graze of his teeth, and when he finally slides himself inside you, it's a slow shift, rocks into you, holding your eyes with his, freezing when you draw a harsh inward breath. "You okay?" "Yeah. A little sore. Just go slow, huh?" "Okay," He nods, braced on his elbows as he rolls his hips slow and languid, gives himself to you, face tucked into the curve of your neck, breath raising gooseflesh, nuzzles at your ear, "Joel?" His name a question from your lips because it's never been like this, the demarcation line between you and him now blurred, slow roll of his hips, almost teasing, tender friction of his skin on yours. He pins you. He cages you, enfolds you and fucks you slow, builds you slow until you break, tongues at the soft place below your earlobe. You come with a strangled wail, your body arced tight against his and he pulls out and comes hard, cock pressed between your bodies, head thrown back, ugly winter light catching the straining muscles of his shoulders, the cords of his neck, and then he collapses against you, the weight of him pressing warm, breath shuddering and ragged and prickling goosebumps along your throat and chest. Eventually he withdraws as he usually does, pours himself a knock of dubious whiskey as he usually does, ugly snow-shot streetlight gilding his flyaway curls, limning the breadth of his shoulders. Peers out the window as you clean yourself up, tepid water from the balky tub, angle yourself under the spigot, remembering showers, remembering water pressure so high it felt like sandblasting your skin. You dry and start to dress. "You should stay," says Joel, a dark shadow against the amber lit window. At some point the sleet has turned to snow that blows sideways, "It's too cold out there." "Big baby." "You got somewhere else to be?" "No." "Then stay." And you do.

He's gone when you wake. The expected stack of ration cards is piled neatly on his dresser. A small, yellow tube sits atop the pile, no cap but a bit of grayish grease shines in the murky morning light, a note scratched on a ragged slip of paper. 3x daily. LAY LOW.

Whispers about the missing FEDRA patrolman make the rounds.

You never see Joel Miller again.

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller angst #joel miller smut #tlou #tlou fic #joel miller x f!sexworker!reader

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warning(s): none note(s): This was a request that accidentally got deleted so I'm fuzzy on the exact words used, but I remember it involving a reader who makes clay things and that it was for Gangle. So my apologies to the requester if I missed anything! A/N: I don't remember if it was platonic or romantic, but this was written with the intention of the crushing stage because I just think it's so stinking cute. I definitely feel like Gangle would enjoy someone going out of their way to not only help fix her masks but make her brand new ones without her even asking for them. Too cute.

Gangle x Clay Maker!Reader

Gangle held her recently broken comedy mask for what felt like the hundredth time, and it seemed like almost every time was a result of something to do with Jax. The most recent case, however, was the new arrival, just to have it stepped on breaking it further. If she had a mean bone in her body she’d curse the damn thing for being so fucking fragile.

Luckily she had you, someone who worked with clay to make all sorts of little things. You had even taken to making her some new masks, some she wore, some she put up as decoration too afraid to risk them breaking. Even when you reassured her you could fix them up if that happened, that offer extended to her two original masks.

When everything had died down she separated from the group and headed for your bedroom. She had asked once before why you didn’t just ask Caine for more space or a new room, you had brushed it off by saying it’s not like you needed a fully furnished bedroom.

Besides Caine oh so graciously gave you all the things needed to make new clay stuff, asking for more at the moment felt like too much—even if you deserved it for being trapped in this shit hole, all of you deserved more than you got.

Gangle raised a hand to knock before remembering that it wasn’t necessary and instead opted to push the door open before calling out your name.

Your head rose from the project in front of you, throwing a quick glance at your guest. “Ah, Gangle. Broken mask?” Poor girl couldn’t catch a break.

“Yes…the newbie broke it…b-by accident!” she tacked on. “Then Jax stepped on it…”

Gangle crept over and you gestured for her to show you the pieces. Laying them out on the worktable she hunched into herself, hands fiddling idly. “I-it’s not too broken is it?”

You shoved your current project aside and gently collected the fragments like it was a puzzle, whistling when you saw the damage. “Nothing’s too broken, especially since you already told me you don’t mind the clay. It might take a little bit longer than normal though, but I can give you a temporary comedy mask if you want.”

She shook her head, there was a certain fondness for her original two masks that it felt odd to wear the mock ups you made. Though she was starting to fear the damage becoming too much that these two masks would hardly be original anymore.

“Do you think you could…maybe make more solid copies of them? L-like the others?”

The masks you designed were made a bit more durable then the temporary comedy masks she’d used before. They were temporary after all, more akin to a cheap Papier-mâché mask then a solid structured mask.

“What like a better version of your main two? Thinking of tucking these two away for safety?” Gangle gave a nod and you looked at her, mask shards forgotten to reach out and touch along the edge of the tragedy mask she wore. “You know you could easily just ask Caine to fix them up.”

Gangle tittered nervously at your tender touch, trying to focus on anything but how close you were. “I..I guess I could.. but..”

It was embarrassing to admit she liked your handiwork, and while she was worried about her masks you did bring up a good point. Caine would easily fix them if they got that bad, but it felt like a last option to fall back on. In fact he had fixed them up multiple times prior to your arrival, but it felt like she was a bother having to always find him and ask time and time again.

If she was being completely honest, she sort of just really liked the tender attention you gave her and the way you kept working so earnestly on masks for her. Masks she didn’t even ask for, it was completely your own doing! So sue her for sucking up all the attention you happily gave her.

When she never finished her sentence you took that as her being lost in her own head and gentle jostled her face. “Outta that pretty little head missy, you don’t have to explain it to me. But yeah I can make sturdier mask copies.”

You gesture to the free seat nearby and she scampered off to her usual spot. It gave her the perfect view to watch both you and your work while being just the right distance to not be in the way or for her heart to beat out her chest.

The project you had been working on when she entered was left untouched in favour of fixing up some of her broken mask as well as getting a fresher template drawn up. Gangle eyed the ignored project before her attention went back to you.

“What were you working on before I came in?”

“Mm? Oh, nothing too important, just some little clay dolls.”

Gangle pulled her knees closer as she listened to you talk about the dolls in question. She was forever grateful that her masks kept the exact object she was staring at vague, if you knew that her eyes were glued specifically to you she’d completely unravel.

Physically and mentally. Maybe one day she’d speak up on her feelings.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc gangle #gangle #gangle x reader

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that1emowitch · 10 days

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Suit Shopping pt. 2

Part 2 of this

A/N: Kinda to the short side but still

Words: 1277

TW: None, I think. It's all pretty fluffy. Lmk if I missed smth

The tension crackles in the air as the Batfamily stands awkwardly before Dick in the grand foyer of Wayne Manor. Two days since their mall adventure, the moment of truth arrives. Cass and Duke hold a large garment bag proudly between them, while Steph, Jason, Tim, and Damian each clutch separate bags, their faces etched with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Dick, in a simple t-shirt and jeans, stands in the center, a hesitant smile plastered on his face. "Alright, alright," he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's see what you amazing people have come up with for my wedding suit."

Steph, ever the impulsive one, can't contain her excitement. "We'll go first!" she declares, darting forward before anyone else can react. With a dramatic flourish, she yanks the garment bag open, revealing a suit that can only be described as... exuberant. A vibrant purple screams royalty in the wrong carnival. Sequins shimmer across the fabric, catching the light like a disco ball in a bad dream. Tiny, glittery bat wings sprout from the shoulders, adding an extra layer of questionable taste.

Dick coughs, trying to hide a wince. "Uh, Steph... it's certainly... unique."

"Wait—" Jason jumps away from the suit. "That's not the suit we bought!"

Steph's smile falters slightly, but she recovers quickly. "Exactly! Now Dick will be the most dazzling groom Gotham has ever seen!"

"But— What'd you do to our suit?!" Jason scoffs, betrayal clear in his eyes. "Blondie, you are expelled from Dead Robins Club."

Tim, unable to hold back a snort, steps forward. He unzips his bag with a flourish, revealing a sleek, black suit. Red accents run down the sides, and a subtle bat symbol is embroidered on the chest. It's a classic, cool design, a clear nod to Dick's Nightwing persona.

"This is more your style, right?" Tim asks, raising an eyebrow.

Dick nods, a genuine smile breaking out this time. "Definitely a contender."

Damian, ever practical, approaches next. He reveals a simple, tailored blue suit. It's elegant and well-made, the kind Bruce might wear on a more formal business occasion. "This is a timeless classic," Damian states, his voice devoid of his usual sarcasm. "It would be appropriate for any setting."

Jason, ever the drama king, scoffs. "Please, Demon brat. Dickwing deserves something more... modern. Wait one sec while I find what Blondie here has done to the suit he picked." He runs upstairs quickly, then comes back with a bag, showcasing a suit that looks like it belongs on the set of a futuristic space opera. It's a Nightwing blue, with metallic silver accents that seem to glow in the dim light.

Dick whistles. "Wow, Little Wing. Record time for that run."

Damian humphs. "But mine is more practical. Durable enough for any rogue attack, yet stylish enough to turn heads."

Last but not least, Duke and Cass step forward, holding their mysterious bag together. "We designed a suit based on your Nightwing colors," Duke explains. He carefully unzips the bag, and Cass pulls out a suit that leaves Dick speechless.

It's a masterpiece. Made from a midnight blue fabric that shimmers with a subtle sheen, the suit incorporates sleek black accents that run along the sides and down the arms. Designs of a starry night, intricate and beautiful, run across the entire fabric. But the true genius is in the details - a subtle hidden compartment on the arm for Dick's communicators, a flexible construction that allows for ease of movement, and a subtle lining that feels light and cool against the skin.

Dick stares at the suit, a wave of emotion washing over him. It's perfect. More than just a suit, it's a symbol of his journey, a blend of his past and future.

"Wow," Dick finally breathes. "This... this is incredible. Thank you, guys." He looks at each of his siblings, his heart full of gratitude. "Every single one of you came up with something amazing. I honestly can't choose."

Then his eyes light up. "I know! I'll call Wally! Everyone get out of the room, him and I will choose, then I'll announce which suit I'm picking."

A collective groan rises from the bats.

"Seriously, Dick?" Tim grumbles, already turning towards the exit. "You're letting your fiance be the tiebreaker?”

"Hey!" A voice called from the doorway before they can escape. Wally West, the Flash, in standing there, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "I got your text. What's the big decision?"

Dick sheepishly explains the situation, gesturing to the remaining garment bags. Wally whistled, his grin widening.

"Alright, alright," Wally says, holding up his hands. "Let's see what we're working with." He darts around the room, examining each suit with the practiced eye of a seasoned shopper – or maybe a seasoned costume designer, considering his own flashy getup.

Steph puffs out her chest as he reaches her mangled creation. "So, what do you think? Pretty dazzling, right?"

Wally's eyes widen comically. "Uh, Steph, that's… Not gonna lie, certainly a statement piece. Take this from the guy people say used to be dressed like mustard."

He moves on, offering polite praise for Tim’s practical design, a raised eyebrow at Damian’s classic choice, and a snort at Jason’s space opera-inspired suit. Finally, he reaches Duke and Cass' masterpiece.

He falls silent for a moment, examining the suit with a thoughtful frown. Then, a slow smile spreads across his face.

"Wow, this is incredible," He breathes, tracing the intricate starry night design. "It's perfect, Dick. It's you, it's Nightwing, it's everything. You’re gonna look so hot."

Dick grins, a blush washing over him. "You really think so?"

Wally winks. "Absolutely. Besides, can you imagine Bruce's face if you showed up in a sparkly purple suit with bat wings?"

The room erupts in laughter, the tension dissolving almost completely. Dick claps his hands, gathering everyone's attention.

"Alright, alright," He announces. "Looks like we have a winner. Thanks to everyone for putting so much thought into this. It means a lot."

He gestures towards Duke and Cass. "And for the two of you… seriously, amazing work. This suit is incredible."

Cass gives a small, satisfied nod, while Duke beams. The rest of the Batfamily offers their congratulations, the competitive spirit replaced by genuine camaraderie, though a few glares are exchanged.

"So," Wally says, slinging an arm around Dick's shoulder and pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Ready to pick out a wedding band that's just as awesome?”

Dick chuckles. "Maybe we can skip the family vote on that one."

As soon as Dick and Wally speed out of the room, Jason, Steph, Tim, and Damian turn to Duke and Cass, glaring.

The pair in question only wear a smug grin. Cass holds out her palm, and Duke teases, “Pay your debt, losers.”

Grumbling, Jason presses a fifty-dollar bill into Cass’s hand, glaring daggers at the two. “I used to like you two. No more pancakes for you, and no showing up uninvited at my apartment. Got that?”

Duke’s grin only falters slightly— no pancakes?— but Cass steps on Jason’s foot before he storms off with an “OW!” to make it even.

Tim pays his loser’s fee with only a slight frown, probably too sleep-deprived to care. Steph tries to give Cass a kiss instead of money, but Cass is too headstrong to fall for that.

Damian huffs and promised Duke he’d get revenge, in the most haughty and powerful voice a pre-teen could possibly muster. Duke tries so hard not to laugh, but fails, leaving the baby demon to stomp out of the room.

This competition was perfect. Duke knew they’d win.

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #kon el kent #jon kent #batfam #fanfic #batman #birdflash #dickwally #timkon #stephcass

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gatitties · 1 year

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Tedi Tedi no Mi, Model: Grizzly The tedi tedi no mi is a zoan (or paramecia?) type devil fruit that allows the user to transform into a giant stuffed bear. When transformed the user would gain super strength, greater agility, greater endurance, Enhanced durability that can be able to withstand extreme damage and heightened sense of smell. The user might also gain some sort of immortality, when transformed as the user’s head was ripped off, they were still alive although it would’ve been a good choice to not transform back into a human. From what is known for the moment the user’s abilities are to sustain a "host" when transformed, furthermore increasing their abilities further but the one that is inside can also control them to some extent depending on the person or the "compatibility" of the pair. The more aligned with the user and their partner’s are with their goals, the more powerful the monster becomes. Although the user might suffer from overheating, it makes it even worse when they’re in the desert or inside the volcano but on the good side they're more tolerant to cold climates. Yes I made my own devil fruit just because I want to see some kid pirates x child! female (mute) reader where she's afraid of turning back into her normal self only because she's afraid of what they might do to her. Also they met her in a harsh cold winter environment and just when the kid pirates happen to stumble upon a cave and are currently resting there, that's when they met her (in teddy bear form that is). Of course they ended up in an unexpected surprise attack.

─Kid Pirates x child!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: what you least expected that night was to find something similar to friends or family

─Warnings: none

I swear, some of you have so much imagination 👀 and I don't know if I understood the 'host' thing correctly, I interpreted it as when gregory can get into glam freddy's chest¿ (fnaf reference 👍🏼) but combinating powers¿

Your ragged breathing calmed down after you finished escaping from some thieves on the island, you got the gold they stole from you at first, but the cost was that while you were transformed into your teddy bear form, they ripped your head off. Many times your transformation had been broken or unstitched, but you always had a method of mending yourself after breaking, which you didn't have right now, you had never tried to return to your human form with something broken, and at the moment you weren't going to check what would happen if you did.

The only good thing, other than getting what's yours back, was that a blizzard seemed to break through as the night wore on, you loved the cold weather even though you couldn't just be out in a storm, it didn't take long stacking up some wood and making a small fire in a nearby cave, you put your head on the ground while you put everything away, when you were done you decided to get some sleep.

The surprise was that later in the night a group of four pirates broke into your cave, you decided to keep yourself as an inert object to catch them by surprise when they settled down.

"Fuck, this stupid storm has ruined the plan."

"Wait, there is fire, check the depth or signs of people."

Killer didn't let his captain keep complaining about his failed plan to attack other pirates who had chased to this island, he would rather rest now that they couldn't go any further to end the whole revenge thing later.

"All clean! We just found this huge creepy teddy bear."

Heat grabbed one of your soft arms slightly lifting your body, your head rolled from your lap where it rested, Wire held it looking at the buttons that you had for eyes at that moment.

"Yeah… it looks like a cursed plushie or something like that, don't you feel that it follows you with its gaze?"

"Nonsense! It's just a stupid oversized teddy bear."

Kid grabbed your head from Wire's hands, pulling it to the side of your body, causing Heat to let go of your arm, Killer shrugged and sent to take turns watching in case the supposed person who had made the bonfire returned. You had to restrain yourself from hitting him right now for being so gross with your stuffed body, even though you barely took any damage, you don't like to get dirty, anyway, you waited a while until three of them fell asleep.

Even though you made the mistake of thinking that attacking Heat would be easier than the others, you tried to hit him when he was distracted but a huge blaze of fire immediately knocked you back, by the time you knew it everyone was awake.

"I knew that stuffed animal was cursed!"

You waved your arms complaining that it wasn't a curse, although it's not like you could talk or they could understand your signs, so a little fight broke out that consisted of you dodging most of the four men's attack, without the element of surprise for you it was a losing battle, you couldn't fight with your greatest potential because you were literally decapitated and it made vision and mobility very difficult for you, going to plan two, you tried to flee.

Key word, tried.

"Do you really think you can try to attack us and run away like nothing happened?"

Kid managed to catch you before you could escape, you were so nervous and stressed by this situation that even your button eyes began to water, Killer was the one who grabbed your head, frowning when he saw a stuffed animal cry.

"Well, this is definitely some curse, it's like someone controlled it, or someone turned into a teddy bear?"

You waved your arms again, annoyed that they mistook your power for a stupid curse, you tried to make noises to speak, trying to get them to have some mercy, but your inability to speak simply made communication impossible.

"I don't care what the fuck it is, it has attacked us and at least deserves some torture."

Your body began to move agitatedly when he brought a dagger to your arm, the least you needed now was to undo more parts of your body, luckily, Wire grabbed his captain's wrist, denying slowly, apparently he had noticed your desperation and despite the fact that your hands in this state were something more like stumps, he seemed to understand the poor attempt at sign language you were trying to make.

"Wait captain, I would like to try something."

And God itself came down to kiss you on the ass because that man saved you from being more broken, it was hard enough finding materials to fix your head, you didn't want to tear yourself up anymore. You and Wire managed to communicate in a certain way, apparently and thanks to the fact that you were able to help by guiding them around the island, they decided to forgive having attacked them, the extra help was that they sewed your head to your body for having been involved in the attack of the others pirates.

"Thank you, sorry for the surprise attack… I was scared."

You signed once you returned to your human form, which let the men's jaws drop to the ground, you were just a child no more than ten years old probably, although Kid smiled, if you had that fighting potential that he could see, you were like a rough diamond to him and despite not being a fan of children, he let you on board with the only condition that you must train your power daily and be loyal to them.

You accepted because you had never traveled outside your home island, you wanted to have an adventure as an explorer in those books that you stole to read in secret and this was your chance. They all respected you despite being a child, you were strong enough to take down most of them.

You would still be scared if you break into your teddy bear form and have to go back to your human form, no one would make you shapeshift so they had to get a lot of thread and needles, also learn how to sew to calm you down. The good thing is that finding out that Killer was a good host in battle to team up with, especially in the surprise factor because an adorable teddy bear with blades? Definitely no one expects it, you also found out that it was no better to combine with Heat because you were clearly flammable in that state.

Although you didn't trust most of them that easily, at least, Wire was the closest for being able to communicate with you much more smoothly, Kid always scolds you two because you make a lot of noise arguing by aggressively signing over a simple card game, he's just mad because he can't understand what you say, secretly he's studying sign language to know what you say.

At first you did not seek any kind of friendship with them, but inevitably time did its thing and now you are like the younger sister of the crew.

#op #one piece #one piece x platonic reader #child reader #platonic reader #fem reader #mute reader #kid pirates x reader #one shot #request #one piece x reader #reader insert #kid pirates #kid #killer #wire #heat

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bettabythesea · 11 months

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Hey I’m still doing Danganronpa stuff!! Like. a lot of it-- and basically none of it is ready to show sadly. So please accept this humble magical girl au concept, which I call: The Muses of Hope. (Also also @caldroids was a major help in designing these costumes and actually he’s really good at costume design in general so like. take a gander at his stuff if you have the chance)

It basically takes place in a universe kind of similar to the one in Talent Development Plan, but like there’s some sort of sinister force that’s endangering the students of Hope’s Peak!! More info under the cut

Angel Harmony The magical form of Kaede Akamatsu and the leader of the trio. She was hurt when she tried to protect her friend Shuichi from a monster attack one night, and so the fairy Usami lent her power directly to her in order to save her life. As such, Kaede gained her wand and her angelic-type power. She is capable of flight, even outside of her magical form, although it takes time and lots of coaching from Kaito to get used to what is essentially zero gravity. She takes her role as a magical girl very seriously and works hard at it...although she does look forward to the day that all of this monster nonsense is solved and she is able to get back to prioritizing honing her skills as a pianist. Siren Melody The magical form of Sayaka Maizono. When her bandmates were threatened by a monster, she risked her life to protect them and as a result gained the ability to transform into the heroine Siren Melody. She is able to maneuver effortlessly underwater as though an actual mermaid. She's also able to breathe underwater, even when not transformed. Her weapon is a pair of daggers that she is able to summon from the gemstone on her belt, which she can either wield as-is or use them like a conductor's baton to control her water-like magic. At first, Sayaka was extremely reluctant to accept becoming a magical hero (for a whole plethora of reasons) and only fought when necessary. However, when she witnesses a classmate having his talent stolen by a monster, she becomes much more proactive in getting to the bottom of the mysterious goings-on. Dragon Beat The magical form of Ibuki Mioda. After she happened to discover what was going on with the monsters and their connection to the disappearance of two of her classmates, she had a strong desire to fight and from then on was able to transform into a fighting hero. As Dragon Beat, she is incredibly connected to the concept of rhythm, which manifests as having a command over the element of earth. She is able to create fissures and manifest sharp crystals in battle. Her weapon of choice is a flail formed from a spiked cluster of crystals. She is also overall more physically strong and durable than before, which is a trait that carries over to her civilian form. Of the three, she's the most optimistic about her new responsibility. To her there's an inherent coolness in getting magical powers, and she feels empowered that she's able to do something about the ongoing crisis at hand.

#doggone rhumba #danganronpa au #kaede akamatsu #ibuki mioda #sayaka maizono

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another-lost-mc · 2 months

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Now hear me out- 😳

what if your oc's are in a top 5 star escape game? maybe is obey me universe... it has magic/curse spell on it.

They got to work together or the partner up randomly (idk). god pls let Tenebris and Azra partnered up together- who said that??

Escape Room Challenges with the OCs

Featuring: Karasu, Zee, Azra, Tenebris, Metatron (+ canon cast mentioned)

Content: None. This is mostly chaos, silliness and Azra being his usual self.

First, try convincing them all that an escape room is something they should try.

Karasu doesn't see the point of these types of games and assumes it's going to be a waste of time. He's also nervous because the rooms are randomly assigned and some of them (from what he's read) are way outside his skillset and comfort zone.

Zee feels the same way as Karasu, but he's not really nervous about it. It's more of an annoyance than anything. He's confident that any of the potential challenges should be feasible as long as his partner is tolerable.

Azra is just happy to have an excuse to be somewhere that's not work, but he'll get bored quickly if it's not entertaining enough. When they're told that one of the bonus challenges is having randomly assigned teams, he's the one that complains the most about it.

Tenebris is curious about the types of spells or puzzles that will be involved. He's also going to test the game's durability by stressing the anti-cheating measures with his magic. (He'll pay for damages to the facility after.)

Metatron has heard about these activities from other angels who visit the human world. He's excited for a hands-on opportunity to see what makes them so appealing. Depending on the type of challenge he's assigned to and who he's partnered with, he's either going to love it or hate it.

Oh, and then there's the little bit of drama when the staff try to collect everyone's D.D.D.'s before they're allowed into the game areas.

Employee holding out a small chest: You can put your D.D.D. in here until the game is over.

Karasu: Oh, no thank you.

Employee: Sorry sir, but our anti-cheating policy clearly states that D.D.D.s have to be turned in before we can let you into your assigned game area.

Karasu: I don't plan on cheating and I would prefer to keep my device with me.

The employee who is clearly annoyed: Well, we can't let your group participate until you've all handed in your D.D.D.'s.

Azra and Tenebris are nearby trying (and failing) not to laugh, and Karasu reluctantly agrees to give up his D.D.D. so they can continue on to the game rooms. (No one has to know he still has an experimental prototype in his jacket in case he needs it.)

Most Successful OC Pairs:

Karasu and Zekhan — They bring a well-rounded fountain of knowledge and various strengths/experiences to a challenge like this. They're a bit awkward around each other though. Well, it's more like Karasu is awkward because they don't know each other at all, and Zee doesn't really give a damn either way. As long as their escape room doesn't rely heavily on magic to solve, they'll be fine.

Azra and Zekhan — They're used to working together and between the two of them, they should be able to tackle most challenges without a problem. They're one of the possible teams that finishes first.

Karasu and Tenebris — Skill-wise, they bring a useful combination of intelligence and magical skill to whatever challenge they're faced with. Tenebris is easier for Karasu to get along with than the other two demons, and Tenebris is curious about the realm's various advances in technology. If the challenge requires exceptional physical strength (that can't be cheesed by magic), they're far less likely to succeed.

Azra and Meta — This can be one of the strongest or worst teams possible depending if they've already settled any awkwardness/hurt feelings since you-know-what. If they have, they'll probably complete the challenge successfully. If not, there's not a chance in hell they finish the game with so many unresolved issues between them to unpack first.

"Worst" OC Partner (even though he's probably the best one for this activity):

Azra — If he gets bored, he will suggest half-heartedly (to nearly anyone else, except for Lucifer/Luke) that they should just give up on the game and spend the rest of the time fooling around instead. He'll be genuinely surprised if they actually take him up on the offer. (Most of them refuse him outright, and the ones that are tempted are hesitant because of the lack of privacy. The staff are a total buzzkill about it too).

Canon Teammate Compatibility

Unpredictable Results: it could be fine or it could be a horrible disaster

Karasu

Best: Lucifer, Mammon, Barbatos

Worst: Asmo, Belphie, Solomon

Unpredictable Results: Levi, Mephisto

Zee

Best: Satan, Diavolo, Mephisto

Worst: Mammon, Asmo, Belphie, Barbatos, Simeon, Raphael

Unpredictable Results: Beel, Solomon, Luke, Thirteen

Azra

Best: Mammon, Asmo, Satan, Luke, Mephisto

Worst: Lucifer, Barbatos, Raphael

Unpredictable Results: Simeon

Tenebris

Best: Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo, Thirteen

Worst: Solomon

Unpredictable Results: Mammon, Barbatos, Mephisto