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cosmerelists · 1 year

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If Era 1 Mistborn and Stormlight characters met each other…

If the Era 1 Mistborn gang and the Stormlight characters happened to meet up, what would that be like?

[Includes spoilers through Rhythm of War & Era 1 Mistborn!] 1. Dalinar & Elend

Elend: And THEN the council voted ME out! Man, democracy is just so hard!

Dalinar: Have you considered straight-up tyranny?

Elend: A-actually, yeah. Unfortunately.

Elend: It just…works so well…

Dalinar: I know.

Dalinar: Let’s not dwell on it.

2. Shallan & Vin

Vin: My mom tried to kill me.

Shallan: Same.

Vin: Luckily I had my brother who cared for me. But he also had a cruel streak.

Shallan: Yeah—trust me, I know.

Vin: I trained as a thief & con artist for a while.

Shallan: Oh hey, me too! And that’s fun, but I also like wearing nice clothes and marrying someone socially above my station, you know?

Vin: Yeah, same!

Shallan: But also…I’ve murdered, just, so many people. Including family!

Vin: Killed my boyfriend’s dad.

Vin: And ex-fiancee.

Vin: And brother.

Shallan: Yeah, the murders just keep coming!

Vin: Crazy how that works.

3. Straff & Sadeas

Sadeas: Knifed in a hallway by my nemesis’s son. Right into the brain. Eye popped and everything.

Straff: Literally cut in half by a giant sword wielded by my son’s girlfriend. My horse, too.

Sadeas: Bro.

Straff: Bro.

4. Breeze & Sebarial

Breeze: Well, it certainly is nice to relax with a glass of wine & let the other characters make the jokes, isn’t it?

Sebarial: …why did I just get you wine??

5. Sazed & Sigzil

Sigzil: And as a Worldsinger, I learn about other places and then share that knowledge to bring people together.

Sazed: That’s simply wonderful! I think feruchemy would work so well for you!

Sigzil: It does seem like an amazing power.

Sazed: Also, do you ever want to, just…

Sigzil: …strangle Hoid?

Sazed: Yeah.

Sigzil: Yeah.

Kelsier: Yeah!!!

Sazed: Kelsier, get to your own section!

6. Spook & Lift

Lift: So you…eat metal. And it gives you powers?

Spook: Yeah. I get my power from burning Tin.

Lift: After you eat it?

Spook: After I eat it.

Lift: Sucks to be you! I get my power from PANCAKES.

7. Marsh & Navani

Marsh: …and with these metal spikes piercing my body, I gained a number of powers. Also immortality. Apparently.

Navani: I am so horrified. And so intrigued. You’re going to make SUCH good research!

Marsh: The horror doesn’t, you know, put you off?

Navani: Nah, you should have seen my last research partner.

8. TenSoon & Kaladin

Kaladin: So you are a…puppy?

TenSoon: Well, I have the ability to consume the bones of a canine and then take on this shape.

Kaladin: [nodding]

TenSoon: That doesn’t…disturb you at all?

Kaladin: I don’t know enough about dogs to judge.

9. Zane & Szeth

Zane: And basically, with the voice of God constantly in my ear encouraging me to kill, I did that! Kill, I mean.

Szeth: Obeying an unknown disembodied voice because you thought it might be god? What foolishness.

Zane: Didn’t you obey a rock?

Szeth: That was DIFFERENT.

10. Kelsier & Moash

Kelsier: The thing is—aristocrats just gotta be murdered, you know?

Kelsier: You look into their faces, see the reflection of their endless crimes, and just think, “Yup. Murder time.”

Kelsier: And some people are like, “Kelsier, stop murdering everyone!”

Kelsier: And it’s like—do I tell YOU not to do what YOU’RE good at?

Kelsier: I’m good at three things! Survival. Starting cults. And murder.

Moash: …

Moash: I think I love you.

#cosmerelists #mistborn #stormlight archive #Dalinar #Elend #Shallan #Vin #Straff #Sadeas #Breeze #Sebarial #Sazed #Sigzil #Spook #Lift #Marsh #Navani #TenSoon #Kaladin #Zane #Szeth #Keslier #Moash

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crystaldivination · 1 year

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STOP AND ENJOY THE MAGIC 🪄

Your life in a bright light - what makes your life beautiful and how come you don’t see it?

PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE

Sometimes we don’t see what we have in front of us and how wonderful all this is put together. If only we can take a better look at it and only focus on the present… So in this pick a card reading I want to shed a light on what’s so beautiful in your life and about what you can be so grateful for.

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How to choose your pile? As always meditate or close your eyes before looking at each picture. Trust your intuition and pick out a picture you feel the most drawn to.

Disclaimer: this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn't. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

🤍 PILE ONE

Welcome to your pile, beautiful creature. So to me it seems like disappointments were present in your life and have shaped you to a point that it feels like it’s scary to believe in something new.

But don’t crumble to that fear. Don’t let it scare you from experiencing all the beautiful things that you haven’t known before. Life is all about discovering right? So all those feelings and the journey you made were part of it. Some are necessary for you to grow and some just happen to exist so that we can make something out of it. It’s in your hand to create. You have a very deliberate and free spirited soul that is waiting to go on adventures again. Use that to your advantage. You never know what could happen. Even if you trip you can always stand up again but rest assure because all you have learned so far is of use to you. You’d know when to go forward and when to be careful. What a wonderful gift, don’t you think? Everything has it good and seemingly bad side so choose wisely. You can be the one who makes the choice. What you can be grateful for is this and also your ability to go beyond. You have people who are believing in you and even look up to you for the person you are today. Don’t let it go to waste. Stand straight and firm. Be proud of who you are and what you’ve accumulated until now whether that be on a personal or material level. You’re so inspiring to me, pile 1!

🤍 PILE TWO

Welcome to your pile, beautiful creature. To me it seems like you’ve been through a lot. You must’ve faced a lot of delays and having to be patient about things but remember nothing lasts forever especially the things that we want to break free from. There are always new beginnings so have faith in that.

Don’t take life too seriously. Go with the flow and enjoy the journey. You might be someone who is like a perfectionist in a way or someone who just likes to go and do things in order. But you know to exist is to live and experience. Take things as they are while adapting and changing it for the better. You don’t need to always buckle up your seatbelt preparing for the worst. Give yourself a break. Don’t go all in when it’s not necessary or needed. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Allow yourself to be in the moment. You’re a diligent and happy soul that is full of life waiting to feel the best in doing something that gives you true joy. Channel this energy of yours again deep in you and create something wonderful out of this. With this purposeful intention and power you can be anything you want to be. Don’t restrict yourself with your self criticism. Be free and let yourself see a different side of things in life to gain another perspective on everything or anyone you thought to be out or not of use. What you can be so grateful for is your determination and ability to persist. You have beautiful and helpful people who are there to support you at any time. Ask for help or lean on someone when you feel like it. I’m so proud of you for coming this far and believe in yourself, pile 2!

🤍 PILE THREE

Welcome to your pile, beautiful creature. It’s hard to keep up right? Especially nowadays in this time and age. This society is making you doubt yourself even to the point of losing sight of your dreams. You might be confused about what you want but you know what you need right now is peace. Only so you can calm down and ground yourself to gain focus again. It’s not that you’re incapable, it’s just the outside noise that’s clouding your mind at the moment but you’ll come back soon.

Stop and observe. Slow down to see and take in all the things that surround you. Laugh again, go see the sunset you like so much. Enjoy the little things in life to feel whole and alive again. Life is not a race and you’re not competing against anyone. You have your own missions and goals and your own lane with your own speed to do the things you want to do in your life. Ignore all the people and things that are telling you what to do. Ask yourself what is that that you want and remind yourself of what you used to enjoy. Do the things you are good at and most importantly what you truly want. You can get out of your comfort zone to try out new things as well. Focus on what is important to you. Contemplate whether you do this for your own sake or is it just to satisfy others. You’re so talented and have so much potential. It’s time you realize that. This is also what you can be so grateful for. Take your time and let your inner child shine again. There are many people who can help you connect to your creativity. Surround yourself with like-minded people who can uplift you and give you inspiration. Shine brighter, shine like you’ve never before, pile three!

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Vampire Eddie Munson x Reader 🦇

Lil fic I wrote last night, will maybe turn this I to a full fic, idk.

Eddie adjusts to being a vampire, he also finds a rarity in the supernatural world. His soulmate. You.

Minors dni. 18+, implied smut. Soulmate au

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work

❤️

Eddie tries to adjust to being a vampire as well as he can. The ability to turn into a bat isn't something he is jumping for joy about.

The little fuckers were the reason he was a vampire in the first place.

The fact he can't go out during the day takes effort in getting used to, no Hellfire or Band practice, sitting in a darkened room until the sun went down wasn't something he could just snap into.

The worst part of all was the cravings for blood, the first few weeks when he woke in that private government hospital, his throat parched and his insides aching with hunger he nearly tore the room apart to satisfy his cravings for blood.

The fact he was a vampire terrified him, at first he couldn't wrap his head around it. This was stuff of stories right?

Bad enough fucking one-dimensional monsters exist but vampires? It blew his mind.

Slowly through the help of blood bags he gained control over his cravings. Well, the use of blood bags and the ability to take blood from humans occasionally.

He'd use his power to make the humans dazed during the feeding, then forget straight after.

It wasn't exactly easy to explain to his friends and Uncle Wayne or Jim Hopper how he curbed his cravings.

They were having time adjusting to him being like this too. Not so much his little sheeples but Jeff and Gareth, they didn't understand why he could only see them at night.

One of the people who did understand was you and on a particular night, a rare night when his cravings were a little intense you had offered some of your blood to keep the bloodlust down.

Eddie had heard about vampires finding blood that tasted unlike any other, of vampires bonding with those they fed from.

It was a rarity but it happened. Eddie had been a vampire for a while now and hadent felt any of that yet.

Until he tasted your blood, until your hands tangled in his hair and little moans left your mouth.

It felt like he was in Nirvana or some shit, everything felt heightened, your body flush against him sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

It was erotic and intense and Eddie found himself craving not only your blood but you.

He wanted to kiss and taste every inch of you

The first time your desire for each other over whelmed the both of you, Eddie had never came so hard his life, the way you clenched around him, sending spasms of pleasure through his cock.

The first time Eddie came, his eyes turned black and he sunk his teeth into your throat. You almost blacked out from how good the orgasm felt, how he was buried inside you balls deep and high on the taste of you.

It was just sex you both told yourself, sex and blood for Eddie... Yet Eddie grew protective over you, your feelings grew deeper.

The bond between you two deepened in a lot of ways, you could communicate telepathically.

Your emotions became intuned with each other, Eddie hated anybody hurting you or causing you upset.

Hated when others looked at you like you were a piece of meat, like they deserved to be in your presence. You were his and he had no problem with using his intimidating reputation to scare assholes away from you.

Well that and a flash of his fangs helped too ;)

You were his and he didn't like to share.

A vampire in love, it was poetic or some shit wasn't it? A rare twist of fate according to the research that Nancy did.

You were his mate, his soulmate and he was yours and he had no intention of ever letting you go.

💕

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson soulmate au #vampire eddie x reader #vampire eddie munson

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tokiro07 · 2 months

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Undead Unluck ch.196 thoughts

[Lucky Number Seven]

(Contents: speculation - power system/lore)

"I'll talk about Unbreakable vs. Unbreakable next week," I said, "surely it'll wrap up then," I said...I say it every few weeks, but I really need to stop trying to predict what's going to happen next...ah, am I Untrust?

Funny thing about this week's chapter: last week, I had the thought completely unprompted:

"Huh. y'know, even with their Rules, there isn't any good reason that the Negators are superhumans most of the time. Like just because Andy can't die, that's no reason he should be able to control the flow of his blood. Shen and Feng's martial prowess and inhuman strength are completely unrelated to their Rules, same with Billy's trick shots. I wonder if maybe their non-Negator abilities are somehow tied to their souls"

And I considered bringing it up last week, but it didn't really seem super relevant to what was going on, so I omitted that section cus I didn't want to get super sidetracked, especially with something that was just a wild shot in the dark

AND NOW IT LOOKS LIKE I'M JUST TAKING CREDIT FOR A PREDICTION I NEVER MADE!!! TOZUKA, YOU'RE MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A JACKASS FROM ALL DIRECTIONS!!!

Anyway...this is such a sick development!!! It's a subtle change, but the difference between using one's will to activate their abilities and using one's soul carries such a significant implication for how the power system will develop going forward

For one, the ability to manipulate, shape and project the soul changes the meta drastically since it adds a completely new wrinkle to how battles are fought, basically adding a new tool to everyone's kit in addition to things like Artifacts and teaming up with UMAs while also adding a potential new weakness to every encounter

I get the impression that souls are meant to be immortal since people get reincarnated between loops, but Ruin said that anyone he kills as a Regulator is removed from the loop, implying he can completely kill souls. But is this a unique trait to him, or is it something that anyone can do if they're able to target souls and he's just familiar with the technique?

Then there's the fact that Fuuko was able to impart Unluck without any tools, simply using her raw soul to go straight to meteoric levels. What can everyone else do to augment or circumvent their Rules? Could Chikara project his vision through his soul to lock down enemies from multiple angles without needing to worry about his eyes drying out? Or could he see a target's soul and prevent them from using their powers entirely?

Can Rip damage souls directly and keep them from recovering? Can Billy learn how to copy Rules better by witnessing them directly? Can Shen get a better read on his opponent by seeing their soul's intentions? Can Haruka harden her soul into armor OR harden her body since it's technically external to her soul? Can Sean make his soul Unseen or project parts of his soul to turn others invisible at a distance?

It'd be pretty boring if everyone just started generically making soul chains and soul guns, but if everyone is able to level up their Rules in unique ways, that'd be a great way to further develop the power system beyond what we've seen so far! I honestly wouldn't be surprised if we found out that Juiz has been using her soul to read peoples' visions of justice this whole time, and we'll probably see that in more detail when Julia gains Unjustice

As fun as it is to develop the power system, though, the real question for this chapter is who were those souls with Fuuko? I think it's fair to say that most if not all of us have concluded already that they're the previous holders of Unluck, who have presumably followed Fuuko to watch over her, but that raises a bunch of questions in and of itself

We know that Juiz and Victor never had families, so their continued existence between loops changed nothing (side note: this is a good indicator that Ruin has in fact been present since Loop 1 since he claims to have been created by God directly, which just further goes to show how hard he sucks as a villain), and that Juiz's eventual death led to her soul being incarnated as the child of a childless couple. From this, we can conclude that because Fuuko did not die in L100, her parents didn't have children in L101 as her soul was not present to be born. If these other six Unlucks have been staying with Fuuko this entire time, then that means that none of them were born in L101, as the chain of succession for Unluck could not be reset. How sad! Their ultimate fate was to not be able to live the lives they wanted even in the final "perfect" world! I guess that's still true of any given Negator prior to the current lineup, though, but still, that's tragic in and of itself, isn't it??

Secondly, though, what do they mean they chose Fuuko? All this time, I thought God picked the Negators based on what would cause the biggest tragedy for them: the world's greatest doctor inflicts irreparable wounds, the world's greatest psychic can only tell lies, the world champion ends his career by killing his opponent, a child drops his only living family from a cliff, a husband's only memory of his wife is her death...you can't tell me that these are because of the previous Negators!!! The Gods making those choices makes sense because they're both sadists, but the Negators themselves??? No, there's something more going on here

The Isshin family makes sense, at least, since their ability doesn't carry tragedy in and of itself, though it's possible that they're just maximizing its effectiveness by keeping it exclusive to smiths. I suppose the previous Untrust going for Latla also makes sense in that regard since giving it to someone with inaccurate predictions wouldn't change the trustworthiness of their conclusions. Unrepair is best used in the hands of someone with an understanding of anatomy, Unstoppable is best used by someone with good reaction time, Unchange is best used by someone with a strong desire for consistency, etc.

I think what it might be is that the previous users are also trying to find who can best make use of their powers in the interest of defeating God in the long term, it's just that God still decides when the power is transferred. I don't know what the previous Unlucks saw in Fuuko, but I highly doubt they said "that girl sure loves her parents; wonder how good she'll get with Unluck if we kill them." No, they probably heard her say or saw her do something that implied an interpretation of luck that they saw potential in, and didn't anticipate just how much destruction that she'd be able to cause

Bear in mind, there's no indication that Juiz ever executed any of the previous Unlucks, nor was she particularly worried about who would get it next after Fuuko. This implies that Fuuko's potential for Unluck is uniquely dangerous; the ability isn't a threat, she is, and whatever it is that made her that way is what made the Unlucks choose her

This brings us to the matter of the loop itself: why do the same people get the same abilities every time? My original thought was that either A) God designed the system that way for consistency so the looper would be able to make decisions based on experience, or B) once someone became a Vessel, the Rule was inextricably tied to their soul, so it would be drawn to them specifically if they were available when the ability next transferred. There may still be some truth to these ideas, but with the understanding that the previous Vessels have at least some say in the line of succession, it seems likely that upon reset, the first user gets it back and then deliberately passes it on to their chosen successor upon their death because they know it'll eventually lead where they want it to

This in turn further suggests that memories are carried in the soul. We've seen this multiple times, with Julia remembering Juiz's life and Sean/others choosing to be born earlier/later, but for the Vessels to consistently choose the same successors, it gives the impression that once they revert to being souls they remember everything and know what they need to do next. I wonder if they communicate with each other at all to coordinate their reincarnations and selections?

If nothing else, we can conclude that Remember probably accesses the memories present within the soul rather than psychometrically reading their past or storing the memories itself like other Artifacts do. I wonder if Remember's reverse ability actually erases memories or just suppresses them? I'm inclined to the latter, since one could feasibly use the obverse in a later loop and get erased memories back as well, and Victor's memories weren't actually erased. That said, Victor may be a fringe case since losing his memories completely could be a form of ego death, and therefore would be negated by Undead. Victor's not a very good sample for understanding the mechanics of Remember, is the point

I won't guess how long it will be before Tozuka revisits this concept and explains it in more detail, since again, I'm always wrong in these things, but I'm very excited for when he does! I've seen a lot of people concerned about the implications that the Vessels are responsible for the tragedies, and I would like that misunderstanding cleared up ASAP

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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stay-midnight · 1 year

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Unreleased Draft #5 • A Banquet for the Emperor

Emperor Yang Jeongin x Guard Male Reader

Synopsis • Today was the young emperor’s birthday where people from different countries all across the continent will gather to celebrate it. It’s tradition now really, it has a really long history to why it is as it is.

A/N • This was supposed to be the 2022 Jeongin BDAY Fic! I didn't continue it cuz I didn't have enough time and I was both busy and drained huhu! But yeah, its a bit too similar to Royals which is also another reason why I lost inspo!

Author's Ratings:

Plot/Thought Process - 2/10, Royalty Fic has grown over me, Im sorry HUHU but I tried to make it different with a guard sneaking into a birthday! But overall its too similar to Royals

Writing Style / Level - 8.5/10, It has good writing atleast definitely the best out of the 5 unreleased drafts because its the most recent out of all em!

Write-ability / Needed Creativity - 10/10, I could probably complete it quite fast cuz Im familiar with Royalty fics a bit!

As of this moment, you were sitting in a last minute meeting, a boring one that was called by the head of knights. The meeting was about where each knight will be stationed in different locations around the castle. Security is extremely tight during the grand celebration for the emperor, as a lot of nobles tend to bring expensive gifts to gain the awes and thanks of His Majesty.

Drool seemed to almost fall out of your mouth as the meeting continues, seemingly a waste of time as you got drowsier, the knight beside you and great friend Bo had to elbow you to not draw attention to which you silently thanked him.

A silent sigh came out of your mouth as you continued to listen.

For hours..... At 5:00 in the morning.... 13 hours before the grand celebration. His Majesty isn't even awake yet so why should we be.

Unnoticed and in your thoughts, you jumped as the leader of the knights spoke, “Y/N! Are you even listening?!” His expression was menacing as he glared down on you as all the other knights stared at you

To which you lowered your head, mumbling a small “Yes, Sir..”

The man clicked his tongue, “Don’t lie straight to my face, as I was saying, You are going to be stationed at the southern gates with Kim Bo. Finally understand?” he said, clearly annoyed with your absence of mind and hearing.

You nodded, “Understood, sir.”

Bo, the knight beside you couldn't hold out a grin.

He was amused as he had warned you of your airy behavior earlier. You rolled your eyes at him and sat straight, pretending to listen while your mind wanders as the voice of the meeting fades.

...

“Dismissed.” The leader spoke firmly as the knights stood up as you do too, bowing before most started to leave the room while some stayed to chat to which they received the unpleasant stare of the leader.

You were long gone, scurrying away as the word “Dismissed.” was spoken.

Now, Bo was right beside you again as your best friend and camaraderie. You already had told him your plan of sneaking and blending in the upcoming celebration. “Where did you get the rich-looking clothes anyways?” He asks, settling down with a huff as you both finally arrived at your station.

“Oh, I got my tailor to made them, she made the gems as real and shiny as possible. She is so good! She creates wonderful clothing out of cheap products, I wonder why her business isn’t booming as it is.” You spout, sighing at the end of the sentence. Now, your knight friend had a gleam in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, noticing his suspicious look.

“Ooh~ You like her, don’t you?” he says, slightly in awe as he made heart shapes with his hand.”

You tut, shaking your head at what he said, “She’s an amazing friend, she even gave me a discount, but other than that - Nothing more.” He look at you in disbelief at what you just said.

“Believable.” he said with a tone of sarcasm as you denied him again until he drops it. “Now let’s see your outfit! I still haven’t seen it cause if you don’t blend, me covering for you will all be for nothing.” he says, excitement apparent in his voice.

“Wait, I hid it somewhere near the clock tower. It’s far and it’s all because my guess was wrong on the location of our station.” you said, pouting a bit at the length you had to walk to.

“Atleast, nobody goes to that part of the castle much.” you said, sighing.

“That’s really far.. Hm, I’ll cover for you, come grab it and wear down your helmet okay? If you get recognized, we will get a lecture.” He says seriously, insinuating his tip as he hit your metal helmet lightly.

You nodded as you started walking away, helmet down, restricting your vision a minimum. Bo waves as he sat down.

...

The sound of silence fills your ears, leaves rustling at this side of the castle. It was dead silent here as no guards ever come here due to the enclosed space. You spotted the white cloth on one of the trash cans that you hid it at last night.

“Hmm..” you wondered, looking around at the empty hallways, you were about to leave but a single footstep caused you to freeze up and run behind a pillar.

“What am I doing? Act normal, act like a guard.” you thought.

About to be on sight and act normal for the approaching, until you peeked and noticed it was not someone to be expected.

“HIS MAJESTY?!?! Oh my god, I’m going to be sent to the guillotine, please don't see me, please don't see me..” You were panicking and chanting in your mind, noticing the rather normal and plain white clothes that he was wearing but he was still as handsome and elegant as ever with those sharp fox eyes.

The young emperor stopped in his tracks, your heart beating out of your chest, as sweat cascaded down your face through the knight helmet.

“You know, you could've picked a better hiding place than... That.” the young emperor, named Yang Jeongin said out loud — voice stiff and rough as if he just got out of bed, he managed to catch a glimpse of a small piece of your armor.

You felt your throat dry, too frozen in fear to move or do anything.

“No use in continuing to hide.” he said, tone a bit tired or emotionless.

In a shot of adrenaline, you immediately went face to face with the emperor, kneeling to your knees fast and keeping your head down. “Y-Your Majesty..! I—I don't dare i-intrude, a friend g-got me to get s-something here.” you said rushed, a bit unintelligible.

The young emperor stood and look down at you with a raised brow as he noticed the white baggage you had on your hand.

The young emperor could care less about it.

“Go.” he simply said, as you ran shaken up and frightened.

...

Running up to your stationed post, Bo noticed your rather tired figure. It raised many questions for him, “Woah, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.” he says, clearly joking playfully at your distraught expression and sweaty forehead.

You held your hand up at him as you caught your breath, “His Majesty...” you mumbled, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your wrist, as you tried to calm your heart and trembling fingers down.

“Hm? What about His Majesty? What happened..?” he asks, both curious and worried as he leaned in to hear your answer.

“He.. His Majesty saw me as he was walking at the hallways near the clock tower...” you answered, sitting down near Bo, “I thought, I was going to die...” you added as you blew a sigh of relief. Contrary to the shocked face of your best friend and partner who not only very shocked but scared for your own life.

You stifled a laugh as you noticed Bo’s face, “His Majesty let me go without any questions.” you coughed out, smiling a little of how funny he looked right now.

“Are you sure that you’re fine?” He asks, still not fully convinced since His Majesty is known to be punishing at people.

“Yeah...”

A wave of relief passed through Bo, before finally remembering to what you got to show as the ‘cheap but supposedly expensive-looking outfit’ as your wear for sneaking inside to festivities and feasts later.

“I wanna see it now then~!” he pipes up, you stared at him incredulously like he didn't just forget your life-death situation earlier.

“What?” he asks, noticing your stare.

“Nothin’, I’ll show you tonight, I am not prepared to strip my clothes here.” you say, clearly aware of the surroundings. The clatter of armor as some knights walk by, the gardener’s shearing the bushes to magnificent shapes to fit the young emperor’s want and even the loud instruments playing and practicing for later. It’s too occupied.

“Well.. We just have to pass time until, I’ll probably leave for a bit at noon though.” you said with a small smile as you watch Bo nod his head along at your words.

. . . . .

It’s was time for the esteemed guests to enter the castle — other royals and nobles alike will be present. After wearing the 'royal' wear, claid with fake gemstones and other numerous patterns symbolising nobility, it was time to sneak in and blend within the crowd of the rich.

A soft sigh passed through your lips, before a confident look was smeared across your face. “For delicious food and wine, calm and composed.” you mumbled a pep talk to yourself. You promised yourself that you wouldn't get caught and stay at sidelines to eat dishes. You only live once, as they say.

Finally, after Bo’s continuous screech and excitement at your spectacular clothes. you already went to the path you scouted for yourself as the most way to sneak it. Guards wouldn't budge at the sight of the more or less flashy clothing. If ever approached, you will use the alias last name of the Noble family “Eulae” as the tailor stated the certain family wouldn't attend due to territorial problems. The castle didn't send invitations rather have the royals and nobles come in as they please which was very stupid in your opinion.

. .

After 20 minutes or so of sneaking around and guards bowing to you, you finally arrived inside the great castle of the emperor Yang. You released a breath of relief and casted your gaze towards all the precious and expensive things, you saw.

From the royal patterns inlaid upon the walls, to the grand chandelier and finally the actual hugeness of the hall where the banquet will be held.

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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More Than An Intern (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of drug addiction, child abandonment

Request: Imagine: Tony has a daughter in a one night stand when he's 21. He doesn't know of the kid's existence. Mom has post-partum depression, struggles financially, becomes an addict and sells the baby to random guy (he works for Hydra and knows that the kid is Tony's-It's an extension of Project Insight and they wanna train people with brilliant ppl DNA). Around Ironman 1 and 2, she gets inside Stark Industries as an intelligent intern and Natasha catches her spying and the rest is left to you. 😊

The silence in the stairway where you were sat against the wall between floors was deafening, so quiet that you were certain that if someone was to step into it they’d hear your heartbeat from the top floor. You could definitely hear it, so loud that it was like standing beside a speaker at a concert, but you tried to act calm and collected like any other day, hunched over your phone, a half eaten sandwich in hand, like you did every other day in this internship that you had been working for the past 3 months.

Nothing to raise suspicion. Nothing to make anyone think you were up to anything. Nothing to make anyone think you’re a spy.

You weren’t entirely sure why you were so nervous about this. You’d done similar things before in the past despite your age, but this was a much larger project for you. You were stealing weapon blueprints and plans from one of the greatest minds and also in one of the most secure buildings you’d ever seen. Normally you would be able to do a simple sneak in and out within an hour, but you quickly realised that this would be a case of sneaking in, hiding in plain sight, not raising suspicion, gaining their trust, gathering the intel, and then sticking around a while afterwards instead of booking it to maintain that trust and also to get them off your scent and tie up any loose ends if needs be. You couldn’t mess this up. They’d kill you.

After finishing your sandwich, you checked the clock on your phone, having memorised the routine of those who use the lab just down those stairs, and knew it would be empty now. You packed your things up, before heading down the steps, going through the door at the end and into the hallway. You tried not to look around too much, instead heading straight to the lab door, going on your phone, and after clicking a few buttons you glanced up at the camera in the corner of the room, seeing it power down, before you walked to the door, finding it unlocked and letting yourself in. You wasted no time in searching the space quickly for anything important, not wanting to focus your time on something and as your leaving realise you’d missed something even more valuable. You spotted Tony’s desk as well as some of his suits in the corner in the midsts of construction and repairs. Seeing no cabinets, you walked over to the desk looking over everything on the table- papers, blueprints, and the interface instead of computer. Unfortunately for you, you knew that to get in you’d have to temporarily disengage JARVIS to get inside unnoticed, so that was down, so you were relying on the physical copies, which luckily it seemed that Tony had out- usually to show to the ‘old people’ like Mr Rogers and the God who you kept away from. You looked over the papers, not moving any of them, just looking for anything of importance. You saw design ideas for his suits, suits that didn’t exist yet, designs for their unique abilities- notably weapons that fit in your hand. Bingo.

“What’cha doing?” The voice made you jump a little, eyes shooting up to the door of the lab, seeing a familiar red head leant against it with a smirk, arms crossed. You of course knew who she was- Natasha Romanoff, one of the most deadly assassins in the word, and she just caught you somewhere where you didn’t have clearance.

“Oh- I’m so sorry- I was looking for Mr Stark. My clearance pass keeps messing up and my supervisor didn’t know how to fix it so I hoped he’d be able to…” You switched to the personality you’d perfected the last 3 months, a shy, anxious, fly on the wall girl fresh out of college, eager to learn and a goody-two-shoes… okay some of those traits might have already been yours, but it just selled the character. “And now I’m saying it aloud I realise that’s… stupid. Sorry. I’ll go.” You tried to excuse, but as you went to rush out embarrassed, she stepped in front of you, making you halt. She glared down at you, and you shrunk into yourself. “I’m really sorry, I won’t come in here again, I promise.” She raised an eyebrow at you, before grabbing your arm, pulling it out, showing her your phone, and she plucked it from your hand. She removed the case off the back, turning it over, showing the small chip on the back- a small tracking device that also sent all info on the phone to another location. HYDRA. You were anxious before, but the second her eyes landed on the chip, it vanished. You’d failed your mission, and now it was a lose- lose situation, all options probably ending in you tortured or dead, or both. Now, you were terrified.

Her eyes came back up to meet yours, and it felt like she was reading you like a book, dissecting you piece by piece. She knew your name was fake, your background fake, your credentials fake.The person she’d seen around the tower didn’t exist, and now she was piecing together who you really were. A Hydra agent. A young one at that- she thought you looked a bit young for 23, but clearly had at least some decent skills to have snuck under her nose and get past Tony’s security checks for months. “Are you going to co-operate?” She inquired.

“I don’t have a choice.” You huffed, dropping the act. The red head grabbed your arm, leading you out of the lab and to the elevator, taking you up to the floor where the meeting rooms were (why Tony needed more than one you never knew), shoving you into one of them, sitting you down in one of the chairs. “JARVIS?” She called, hoping that the AI would still be working here.

“How may I be of assistance Miss Romanoff? I am aware that I seem to have lost connection to Mr Stark’s lab-”

“I’m also aware of that. Please let Mr Stark know immediately that I’ve caught an undercover agent in his lab- that was why you’ve been locked out.” Natasha interrupted the AI, not wanting to waste any time. “I’m keeping her in one of the meeting rooms.”

“Of course Miss Romanoff.” The AI responded. You slumped into your seat, chin resting on your chest as you kept your eyes on Natasha who guarded the door to ensure you didn’t make a run for it, and it wasn’t long till you could see Tony Stark through the glass walls of the room, and he looked back at you as he came into the room.

“So, who’s this little troublemaker, Romanoff?” Tony asked her as she shut the door behind him and locked the door.

“Undercover agent, probably HYDRA, it’s their usual style, though I think this one has been here a while… JARVIS?” Natasha called again.

“Our files say she’s been working here for 3 months. I’ve done a deeper background check on her files and it seems she does not exist, and is using a fake identity.” JARVIS answered. Your eyes were kept on Natasha after Tony entered the room- she was the deadly one, one of the main ones they had warned you about, and your eyes were focussed on her so closely you didn’t spot Tony stalking closer till he stepped in front of you, blocking your line of sight on the woman, and squatting down in front of you. In that moment, your fear of Natasha seemed to diminish as Tony looked at you like a disapproving parent or something. You felt almost ashamed. Almost.

“What’s your name? Your real name?” He asked you. You paused, not answering him. “Don’t make this difficult. If you cooperate then we-”

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, interrupting him. Your question seemed to catch him off guard as he straightened his posture a little, blinking a bit.

“No. Of course not.” He spoke confidently, but also bewildered, which gave you some comfort that he was probably telling you the truth. “Is that what they told you? That if you failed this mission they put you on you’d be killed by us?”

“Or them… You caught me, if they find out they’ll kill me.” You spoke lowly and oddly calmly despite how terrifying that thought was.

“Were you in the Red Room?” Natasha inquired to you. It was something she remembered being told when she went on missions before she graduated, a way to control her and the others, and it seemed to line up with your age, but you shook your head. “How long have you worked for HYDRA?” She asked instead, and she caught you swallowing in response.

“Better question, how old are you?” Tony asked. “I’m not sure if you have a baby face or if you’re actually a child.”

“I’m not a kid.” You huffed.

“That’s something a kid would say. More specifically a teen.” He responded. “Especially a teen who’s close to no longer being one and wants to be seen as an adult. 16? 17?” He questioned, and when your eyes averted at the second guess, he knew he hit the jackpot. He knew from his own guessing that you were a kid, but to actually confirm it seemed to light something inside of him, a sort of despair and fury. You were a kid, a kid with training that would have taken years, and the brainwashing they’d ingrained in you to make you think they’d kill you is something they’d have to have put into your head at a young age. So young you knew nothing of the outside world. “Do you know anything other than HYDRA? Parents? Siblings?” He asked far more softly, tilting his head a little.

“...I had a mom. She gave me to them.” You answered him in barely a whisper.

“How old were you when she did that?” He asked, getting a shrug in response. “So young. Really young, probably younger than 4, maybe a baby or a toddler?” He asked, and you nodded. Your sudden willingness to respond to his questions didn’t go unnoticed, and Tony knew he had unlocked a way to get you to open up- softness and kindness, something you probably hadn’t seen… ever. “Do you know what her name was? Or what she called you?” He asked.

“I don’t know her name, but HYDRA called me Y/N, so I think that’s my name.” You answered him.

“Alright. I really want to find out more about you so I can help you, okay? Would you be okay if we get Dr Banner here so he can get a few swabs and maybe some blood to try and find out more about you? Who knows, maybe you have some siblings or some grandparents wondering where their granddaughter is and we can give you a fake name and you can start afresh, alright?” He suggested to you, and when he didn’t get a disagreement, he turned to Natasha, standing up. “Let’s up security to ensure she’s safe.”

The next couple of hours were admittedly quite boring. You were placed into a holding cell, searched for other weapons or technology, Dr Banner came, took some swabs from your mouth and some blood, and Natasha quizzed you about your entire time under HYDRA, what you had worked on prior, names you remembered and the sort of thing they put you through. Admittedly, you weren’t very talkative with her- she was quite stern and cold with you, and you were expecting that as soon as she got her answers she’d just put a bullet between your eyes, which was why you purposely kept some of your own information from her. Inevitably she gave up and left you be, and after another half an hour of boredom, you tried to get comfy, eventually finding yourself resting your head on the cold table in front of you, and closing your eyes, drifting uncomfortably between sleep and enough conscious to know when someone was walking by your cell, and it was enough to know when the door opened. Your eyes opened, your head already turned to see the door, letting you see it was Tony stepping in, stopping when he saw your eyes on him, before he shut the door behind him and moved to sit down as well, and only then you raised your head to look at him. You noted the slip of paper in front of him, which was odd since he usually liked to keep things digitalised, though he took one glance at it before placing it face down so you couldn’t read it.

“Did you find anything?” You asked him, his eyes looking up to meet yours, and you immediately knew from the emotions swimming in them, he had. There was a heavy feeling of guilt emitting from him, weighing his eyes down and making it hard for him to meet yours, and you knew it wasn’t good news. “If it makes you feel any better, I have no memories of my life before HYDRA, so I have no emotional ties. I’m not gonna cry.” You tried to assure him, mostly hoping he’d just spit it out. He cleared his throat finally, leaning on the table, resting his arms on the piece of paper.

“You had a mother.” He started, and your mind immediately noted the past tense.

“Dead?”

“Complications due to drug use. A few years ago.” He confirmed. “She formed the addiction a few weeks or months after your birth- I got records of your birth, they gave her a blood test then and she was clean and healthy. It was probably Postpartum Depression that led her there, and after your birth there’s no trace of you, so you weren’t taken by social services, or reported missing…”

“So she handed me over to them? Is that what you’ve established?” You inquired, sticking to your word and not showing emotion, remaining calm and collected and cold, and Tony nodded, his eyes dropping again, the guilt he was emitting seeming to only weigh heavier.

“I knew her… your mom.” He admitted after a pause, still not looking up. “Before she had you, before she… I knew her when we were in university together. She was studying something else in a different building, I don’t remember what, I never really got to know her despite the fact that…” He seemed to catch himself before he said anything, shuffling in his seat, and his nervousness was starting to rub off on you as you shuffled in your own seat, crossing your arms against your chest, not sure what he was getting at. Did HYDRA know he knew your mother? If so, why did they send you to do this mission? Why does that matter?

“How is this relevant?” You asked him blankly.

“We were…” He seemed to stumble over his words, before he rethought the, and spoke again. “We were able to track down a paternal line as well, and that proved that you’re… mine.” He confirmed, and it was like there was a flick of a switch, and you felt the change both in the room and in your body. Ah. That was why he was so anxious all of a sudden. His eyes stayed on you, but remained quiet, waiting for a reaction, though you weren’t giving him much. Your expression barely changed, with no signs of shock or joy or sadness or anything, other than confusion, judging by your eyebrows coming closer together.

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would HYDRA send me to do a mission involving you if they knew we were father and daughter?” You asked him.

“I don’t think they knew. We don’t know what kind of detail your mom gave about your background before handing you to them, or if she even knew I was your father to begin with. But that doesn’t matter right now- what matters now is that you’re here, you’re safe, and you’re my top priority right now. I need to keep you hidden to the best of my ability until we can even convince HYDRA it’s a lost cause to go after you, or think you’re dead.”

“So, a safe house?”

“Exactly. I’ve got this little cabin on the edge of a lake that surrounded by woodland, little to no internet connection, it’s practically hidden from a birds eye view. I’ll up security there, but I’ll have it excused by me also being there as a sort of getaway with me and Pepper. That’ll also let us get to properly know each other, see where we stand, what you’re comfortable with and how involved you’d like me to be. If at the end of the time there you decide you want to go and do your own thing I understand, I’ll support you with whatever you want to do. If you want to go live in a tiny town in Wyoming then I’ll find you a nice place there and I’ll just want to keep tabs on you to ensure you’re safe. If you want to make up for lost time, go to college and live with us until you’re ready to go, then I’m happy with that.” He explained, almost rambling in nature, but it brought a faint smile, but a smile none the less to your face.

“Thank you.” You interrupted him, making him stop, and relax a little and smile back.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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tanya-ch · 7 months

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Yandere Tatsuhiko Shibusawa

!You are an esper!

You were an esper who was trying to hide your gift, not knowing about the rats around you. And then Fyodor found out information about the gift of another esper, and kindly shared it with Shibusawa. At first he wanted to take your gift and replenish his monastery, more one ruby crystal. But, suddenly he began to think, you seemed to him something new, not just a speck in the mass of gifted ones, but like a breath of fresh air. And for this reason, he began to follow you, they say, suddenly he will change his mind again. You, having noticed whose then a piercing look, you couldn’t attribute it to paranoia, you definitely understood. Someone needs you, or rather, not you, but your ability. But who, who needs such a weak gift? Yes, you always considered it almost useless, because this is an ability she simply gave you wings, and they were always with you. Soft feathers, combined with a snow-white color, gave a bewitching effect on the soul. That’s all. But how wrong you were, because your ability still attracted the collector and was not at all for his mini temple of gifts. You learned about the wave of alleged suicides of espers in Yokohama very late. Since no one could inform you about it, because you did not work anywhere. And at that moment when you could only guess about who the collector was. He has already come up with a safe plan for you to move to him. Yes, he will definitely ask Dazai to take your gift while he can pose a threat to you. (He didn’t want you to die from your own gift)

But it happened so simply, the suicide bomber simply gained your trust, and then touched you, thereby using his ability. And after that, it won’t be difficult to move you somewhere.

You were simply knocked out, and you didn’t even have time to see the face of the person who did it. You woke up already on the floor, tied up and in some huge room with flying ruby crystals. They were all over the walls, and everyone was in their own cell. Having only managed to move a little, in the hope of freeing yourself from the binding ropes, you suddenly heard a man’s voice echoing through the empty castle.

-Oh, who woke up here, sorry for this situation, but I think you’ll be fine here too.

The male figure stood with his back to you, although even if you had seen him, you still would not have been able to recognize him.

-Who you are?

You shouted, but immediately calmed down, recognizing the familiar crystals. Although, you also only heard about them from some people.

-Oh yes, sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. *cough into fist* Tatsukiho Shibusawa, better known as a collector!

The man said proudly and turned to you. You, having understood exactly who it was, began to tremble, although you can understand, because being driven into a corner by a dragon is not very good.

Shibu, looking at you with the same ruby eyes that seemed to be blazing with fire, began to mercilessly walk towards you, despite your deep panic. Having already come close to you, he suddenly took you by the chin and looked straight into your eyes.

-You know t/i-sha (a diminutive form of the name) before, sitting within these walls, I was overcome by mortal melancholy and boredom, and now having learned about your existence, I was suddenly interested in you, and not your ability, surprisingly, don’t you think? , you probably won’t understand, but since I found out about you, my soul was filled with a strange feeling, whether it was strong excitement or not, perhaps even a slight anticipation. Perhaps people would call it “falling in love.”

Tatsukiho spoke with a calm and even thoughtful expression on his face. But abruptly lifting you from the floor by the hand, he hugged you, tightly squeezing his hands on your back, which was already covered in cold sweat. Your head was only at the level of his chest, which perfectly showed his superiority in growth.

-But, I think, as long as you are with me, I can still understand this intriguing and so desired feeling, I just want to have you completely, without giving even a thought about others. What do you think, little mouse, what kind of feeling is this?

Shibusawa said, now with a calm smile, stroking your back with one hand.

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Result: 610 words, sorry if I wrote some points wrong, I have a terrible memory. There are also mistakes here, write if you see them.

My TGC-unfinished thoughts

Also, sorry for the English, I don’t speak it, I just translate it into Google

#bungou gay dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #tatsuhiko shibusawa #dead apple #anime #gn reader #yandere #obsession #tw kidnapping #yandere love

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haru-natsuka · 2 years

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The visit (Jade Leech x Female Reader)

Genre: Romance

When your crush visited you in the middle of the night for the first time, only to know more guys had frequently stayed in your dorm too...

You leisurely walked to the main door and greeted whoever knocking on it in the middle of the night. You wonder how could with the constant knock, Grim still managed to be in a deep slumber. Ace must be kicked out of his dorm again and come here and sought shelter. Maybe you should be like Azul from now, charging anyone who tried to be a freeloader in this Ramshakle dorm.

Moreover, Ace even left his sweaty basketball jersey in the living room yesterday. You should pay back right into his face to get him in place. With the end of your fingers clenched tightly on the jersey, the first thing you did after opening the door slammed it straight on his face and yet you forgot the most important occurrence every time Ace paid a visit, he never knocked gently as a polite man should be.

Instead of red hair peeking from behind the cloth, it was rather teal. The height was also varied from Ace as the guy in front of you appear taller which was around 190 cm. His outfit consisted of light purple for his undershirt and only two people came to your mind.

"Oya oya, is this how land creature greet their visitor?" That particular voice and word only indicate more it was none other than your senpai.

"Jade senpai?" Your eyes opened wide in utter disbelief and fright. No one ever wanted to get into one of the twin bad sides. Although Jade was more composed than his twin but their brain was still full of wickedness beyond any normal creature's thinking.

"May I come inside, Y/N? It's quite cold tonight."

"Ah-yeah-sure..." You stepped aside and opened the door more widely to let the tall eel in.

"I have never been into Ramshackle before. The building really lives with its name." Jade let out some chuckles that sounded music to your ears as he attentively inspected the not-well-managed wall, ceiling and floor. You never had a one-to-one interaction with him before, much to your belief.

However, you somehow gained a stupid crush on him when you found he was quite amusing. With his ability to keep being gentle, and formal and smile during his talks or when he said menacing things too. Unbeknown to yourself, you kept on looking out for him, to get to know him more and that was when you had fallen in love with him.

"Y/N, I don't recall I have a basketball jersey before and the size is too small for Floyd. Do you expect someone else?" You did not notice the sudden slight change in Jade's voice tone and nonchalantly answered his inquiries with nothing in your mind.

"Usually, it would be Ace or Deuce. Mostly it would be Ace as he is often kicked out by Riddle senpai for causing trouble."

"So it is often..." You stopped midway on your track to the living room as Jade appeared to be in deep thought out of nowhere.

"Ummmm, Jade senpai? Are you fine?"

"I'm trying to understand the land creature tradition. Do you, when having a crush on someone, still let another guy easily into your dorm?"

It took you a moment to properly digest Jade's words and realised he was actually talking about you. Multiple thoughts came to mind with your secret being known to your crush. You never really confessed it to anyone which you could be the only one to pour out your own secret.

Upon noticing your panicked expression, Jade used his tall form and towered over you as he bent to be closed to your red face. An amused and delighted grin appeared on his lips as he was having fun making you flustered.

"Oya oya, do our Y/N forget I used my unique magic on you?"

"That was not a dream?"

"Hmmm, it will never be. That's why, from now on let's be truthful with each other. After all, I can only use it once on a person." He kissed your cheek and let his lips linger for a while before pulling away.

"And another thing, let me return this cloth to Ace. Cannot let my girl do the hard work, don't we?" Ace would never survive Jade's torment later on. As we knew and engraved in our hearts, never mess with one of the Leech's twins.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst x you #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #romance

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zirawrites · 1 year

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One day companions (Excluding Dogmeat and Codsworth) find a bottle that says, “Devil’s Kiss! Become Too Hot to Handle!”

And when they decide to drink it, they gain the ability to throw fire bombs, although they suffer for a brief moment

How would they react?

Cait: “Oh fuck yes!” Cait was so impressed with her own strength that any fears she had ingested something from the Institute were quickly replaced by how badass she felt burning the scrap around her. She immediately asked Sole if they could stop by a raider camp. Just for fun.

Curie: Curie was used to putting herself through physical alterations for science. Hell, she had transferred her consciousness into a synthetic body just to understand humanity a little better. But since she hadn’t expected the effects of the drink, her first reaction was to scream and turn away from Sole out of fear she’d burn her companion. When Curie realized she had gained -- for lack of a scientific term -- fire powers, she immediately wanted test the limitations of her new abilities under the guise of “fieldwork”.

Danse: Danse immediately told Sole he needed rushed to the Brotherhood clinic to undergo testing. He had no desire to try out his new fire abilities. The poor man just wanted a quick cure before other soldiers suspected him of being an Institute experiment.

Deacon: Deacon morphed into a superhero-esque stance; legs far apart, hands close to his body, knees bent. “Sole, hold still.” His partner did not, in fact, stay still at all. They ran straight to Tinker Tom and Carrington for some kind of antidote. And refused to call Deacon by his new preferred Railroad code name: Dragonlord.

Hancock: “I’m just glad I didn’t take this while tripping. I don’t think I’d have believed my own eyes.” Hancock is surprisingly chill about the whole ordeal. He’s seen weirder stuff ingested by stranger people in Goodneighbor alleys. He also refuses to find a cure, insisting he’s officially the hottest ghoul in the Commonwealth.

MacCready: While MacCready usually panicked at every sci-fi or horror element he encountered, he reminded himself of the kind of superheroes in his favorite comics. He immediately asked Sole if he could team up with them on the next mission they pretended to be the Silver Shroud. “I’m basically your sidekick already,” he said. “What’s adding a little flare going to hurt?”

Preston: “Shit. Do you think this is permanent?” Preston was so afraid he would accidentally burn Sole that he refused to take his hands out of his pockets.

Piper: Piper’s first reaction was to panic, but when she realized the drink wasn’t lethal and she could throw fire, the reporter instantly threw a few bombs up in the air. “Look how high I can get them! This is crazy, Blue!” Sole quickly reminded her the fire was going to come back down, and the companions ran like hell.

Nick: “I think this would have killed an ordinary man.” Nick shot another fire bomb at a crumbling wall and watched it explode with tentative awe. “Luckily I’m not flesh-and-blood.” He was unnerved by his own abilities, but not afraid. He knew he wouldn’t abuse the power.

X6-88: “The Institute could utilize this.” X6 acted stoic, but Sole noticed his slight grin whenever he lobbed another bomb down the highway. He was absolutely enjoying having fire powers.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #did u omit dogmeat because u know he'd be too powerful????#fallout 4 cait #fallout 4 curie #fallout 4 danse #fallout 4 deacon #fallout 4 hancock #fallout 4 maccready #preston garvey #fallout 4 piper #nick valentine #x688 #vulcunniko

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put-me-out-of-my-destiny · 1 year

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I'm thinking back to that "Kyrie gets familiars not unlike Griffon, Shadow, Nightmare, and Phantom" AU.

I've since decided exactly which demons from DMC4 should be (or rather, should inspire) Kyrie's familiars, and where exactly they should fit into her (hypothetical) moveset.

Furthermore, I've decided that unlike Vergil's familiars - which are manifestations of his trauma - Kyrie's should be manifestations of her repressed feelings - negative feelings, in part, but still valid feelings that she could own, even embrace to a point.

Here are my thoughts:

Bael:

Bael should fill a similar role to Griffon, using frost-based projectiles not just to damage enemies, but to slow them down and even freeze them in place.

Kyrie's Bael doesn't look that different from the one Nero defeated, save for being much smaller, and having different feelers.

Bael - quite obviously - represents Kyrie's repressed sexual feelings. So, like how the original Bael's feelers used Kyrie's model, the familiar version should use Nero's model (or, one feeler should use Nero's model, and one should use Nico's).

Berial:

Berial should fill Shadow's role, performing more close-ranged attacks. Kyrie can also ride on Berial's back, granting her superior mobility.

Unlike the original Berial, I think Kyrie's version should be less like a centaur, and more like a straight-up lion/bull/dragon creature. However, he can still talk, and he wields his sword in his mouth like Sif from Dark Souls. He is also much smaller than the original, of course.

Berial represents Kyrie's doubts about the teachings of the Order. While she always had a strong sense of faith, that faith was pretty shaken after Sanctus tried to harness demonic power to take over the world - with the aid of her own brother, no less. Plus, Nero's rebellious attitude has rubbed off on her a bit.

Echidna

Unlike Vergil, Kyrie cannot teleport. So, I've decided she should have a third familiar, which she uses to snatch enemies much like Nero does.

I choose these specific images because, like Berial, I think Kyrie's Echidna should be more animalistic. She is also much smaller, of course, and is usually coiled around Kyrie.

Echidna represents Kyrie's resentment of her responsibilities. People tend to put Kyrie on a pedestal, and take her generosity for granted. While Kyrie has a lot of patience, she's only human - she can't help but feel a little angry at the people of Fortuna, even Nero and the kids to a point.

The Savior

The Savior acts like Nightmare, and is summoned upon activating DT. It only has a couple of attacks, which it only performs on Kyrie's (the player's) command, but it also grants Kyrie the ability to levitate, and form a shield around herself, not unlike Sanctus. Kyrie also undergoes a transformation similar Sanctus's Diabolica form, gaining horns and red eyes.

Kyrie's Savior would be somewhat smaller than the original, though still massive. Perhaps it could take on a feminine appearance, like some of the concept art depicted. Alternatively, it could take on a more robotic, featureless appearance.

The Savior represents Kyrie's feelings of powerlessness. Not just to protect herself from demons, but to protect Nero from those who've hurt him. Ironic that this is the demon that grants her the most power.

#devil may cry #au #kyrie dmc #playable kyrie when #quen speaking

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Do you have any PF:WotR (or Kingmaker) OC's? I'd love to hear about them.

Aaaaah thank you so much for asking! I do have OCs, but I'm not terribly used to talking about them, hopefully this is entertaining! I have two main OCs that I like to write about in WOTR.

The first is Sparrow, who's my main Knight Commander. After she was kidnapped and sold into slavery in Cheliax as a child, Sparrow spent most of her life as a bodyguard and body-double for the young Lady Evaethi of House Arvanxi, a Chelish noble house that had fallen out of favor with the queen. Her main job was to keep Evaethi safe during events deemed low-risk for Evaethi, and to pretend to be Evaethi at events where it was considered too dangerous for Evaethi to show up at all.

A few years before the Fifth Crusade, Evaethi and Sparrow were sent to Mendev as part of a diplomatic envoy. Evaethi, out of her controlling father's immediate sphere of influence for the first time in her life, ran away for a life of freedom and adventure with only a written half-hearted apology for Sparrow to find. Sparrow, now on the line for the missing lady but unable to run away herself due to a tracking spell placed on her, pretended to be Evaethi in Mendev to keep Evaethi's family from finding out she ran away. While doing so she looked find a way to undo the spell on her that allows Evaethi's father to track her wherever she goes.

She was traveling to Kenabres to meet with an artificer who had offered a solution to her problem for a hefty fee. She ends up never meeting him; on the way there she is attacked, and the next thing she knows she's waking up in Kenabres with a wound on her chest :3

Sparrow is a quiet aasimar woman of about twenty-three years old. She has rather muted coloring for an aasimar, with straight brassy hair and pale brown eyes. She doesn't trust easily, is cautious almost the point of decision paralysis at times, and is always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Her first instinct is to follow the advice and directives of those around her to avoid conflict, and her first instinct in the face of conflict is to go silent and endure until it's over. She is terrified of the exposure she gains from becoming a public figure and resents the series of events as well as the people that placed her in such a position of power. When she lets her guard down, though, or comes across something or someone she cares for very much, she can get incredibly emotional and passionate. And when she decides to commit to something--as she eventually does the duty of leading the Crusade--she puts her all into it.

Uuuuuh she's a Sword Saint who wields a scimitar, goes on the angel path, and romances Daeran <3

The other main OC that I work with is one that I imagined mainly as a companion in wrath. Kallesto Voness, called Vonzi, is introduced as a woman without a past, an oracle with incredible abilities over cold and frostbitten hands, but difficulty communicating and concentrating. She has little memory of who she was before the start of the game and only knows that she came to Kenabres to do "something important." She also ends up staying on the Crusade as the Commander's powers end up helping her mental state, giving her periods of lucidity where she is shown to be a forthright, carefree person with a dry sense of humor.

Her big thing is that her abilities over cold are actually just a byproduct of her real powers, given to her by a rogue Aeon--she can travel back in time, but doing so takes a toll on her body and mind until she loses her "grip" on the time she traveled to and "snaps" back into her present, undoing whatever she had done while existing in the past. The only way she can ever make changes to the past permanent is by continuing to exist in that time, which slowly destroys her mind and body, and dying in the past, which keeps her from snapping back. She traveled back in time to stop her entire family from dying while working for the Crusade and her mental state is due to her powers slowly breaking down her body and her brain as she forces herself to remain in the past. With the KC's help she can save her family, but ultimately the KC will have to choose whether to let her die from the collapsing weight of her own abilities or let go of her family and what happened to them, causing her to reset the timeline and kill them all over again.

She's an Oracle, Wave Mystery, with additional plot powers and a homebrew variation of the burned hands curse to fit with her theme of cold. Most of my thoughts with her involves her past growing up in Sargava and her relationship with her family, which is Very Complicated.

#undyingembers #cassy answers #thank you so much for asking <3 #hopefully this wasn't too rambly!

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marriiemeii · 6 months

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wonwoo x oc x soonyoung

tags: victorian/regency era, fantasy, magic, university, knights, hints of romance, hints of plyamorous relationship, drama, angst, panic, chaos, mention of magical creature

disclaimer: this oneshot follows my Victorian Era Univserse but there is no set linear timeline that I follow while posting. word count: 2.7k

background: Aeryn, the daughter of a Duke with the rare ability to heal, has been brought back a few years in the past, after being murdered in her first life. Now that she's back, she's doing all that she can to change her previous fate. Wonwoo, the son of a Viscount and a witch, is being hunted by his own mother for her own potlitical gain. Soonyoung, a previous orphan, was selected by Wonwoo to become his personal guard as well as the captain of knights under the House of Jeon.

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The sound of a loud explosion was heard as the ground of the university shook with it. The sound and vibrations caused the people to start panicking. I ran outside of the building and saw crowds of people running to find shelter. I ran in their direction, trying to slip by all the people. It was difficult trying to look at all the faces of those running, but all I could think about was finding Wonwoo.

I needed to know if he was fine after hearing the explosion. It felt and sounded so close to the school, if anything it might’ve been inside of the school. I felt the anxiety building up in me as I kept running and looking for anyone who looked remotely close to him. Eventually, I had to stop, feeling all the physical exhaustion get to me. I moved to the side so that I wouldn’t get knocked over by the people running.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, thinking about all the possible things that the explosion could’ve been. Was it the familiars again trying to get in and get Wonwoo for their master? Is Soonyoung there with Wonwoo? The last time it happened I was there to help everyone escape. I thought the university would be safe because of the boundary magic that was placed around it as well as the tight security of the Emperor's knights that were stationed here.

I stood up straight and wiped my tears, deciding that I needed to go around and look for him again. I started to jog, easily avoiding the people now that there were less of them. The path I was on led to the cafeteria area in the center of the university. Because most of the people here ran south to the main shelters in the university, it was very quiet and eerie. The once loud and energetic paths of the school were now the opposite. Not many people knew but the cafeteria also had a shelter there as well. Wonwoo, Soonyoung and I knew about it, which was why I was hoping they would be there.

I see the cafeteria building coming into my view and start picking up my speed, my heart racing from the physical activity and beating harder from the anxiety. I reach the door and push it open, getting inside quickly and heading to the stairs that reach the basement. I skip some steps as I run down and feel the strain on my shins. I reached the shelter room as fast as I could and opened the door. My eyes looking at every face, searching. I immediately find Soonyoung’s face amongst the many others with a couple of the other knights that were friends with him and Wonwoo.

Soonyoung looks up hearing the door open as relief shows on his face, after finding my figure. His form was disheveled. His dark blue guard uniform wasn't completely messed up but the gold rope accents on his tail coat were almost completely detached, hanging off as if they had been ripped, and his red cape that was attached to his left shoulder was gone. His hair was also pushed back rather than loosely hanging against his forehead.

I rush over to him as he does the same. Once he reaches me, he immediately wraps his arms around me and squeezes me. I wrap my arms around him as some relief flows through me, knowing that Soonyoung is alright. Despite knowing he was safe, my anxiety was still steadily climbing as I realized something. Wonwoo wasn’t among this group. As the thought settles in, I get out of the hug and bombard Soonyong with questions.

“Have you seen Wonwoo? Where and when did you last see him? We should-” I ramble off question after question to him, until he puts both hands on my shoulders to get me to stop.

“Aeryn… I haven’t seen him since this morning. I don’t know where he is,” Soonyoung admits quietly, afraid of my reaction. I inhale sharply and bite on my bottom lip hard, thinking to myself. If Soonyoung hadn’t seen him since this morning and I hadn’t seen him at all today, we both wouldn’t know where to go find him, especially since I had already been to his room and he wasn’t there.

“I gotta go out there and find him.”

“Aeryn, no. We don’t know what caused that explosion. Something could happen to you out there.” Soonyoung argues.

“And something can happen to Wonwoo. I need to find him and make sure he’s safe. Don’t you care about our bestfriend?” I snapped back at him. He flinches a bit from my tone and it makes me feel a little guilty but the overwhelming need to see that my best friend was fine overpowered it. I move away to head back outside, but Soonyoung grabs me and holds me tight against him.

“I’m sorry, Aeryn, but Wonwoo would kill me if I let you get hurt,” He apologizes softly. I gasped in surprise as he caged me in his arms, making sure I couldn’t run out.

“Soonyoung, please. I have to no, I need to make sure he’s fine,” My voice cracked, tears welling in my eyes, as I struggled against him. I heard him sigh deeply, feeling upset and guilty for what he was going to have to do. I feel his head rest on my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Aeryn,” Soonyoung repeated sadly, stroking my hair as he tries to comfort me.

As I heard those words, my heart broke knowing I couldn’t do anything. Soonyoung was so much stronger than me, being Wonwoo’s guard and all. I wouldn’t be able to overpower him. When he finally noticed I stopped struggling he slowly walked me to an empty spot in the shelter, knowing I couldn’t be around other people right now. He had me sit down first making sure that I don’t try to run, before following and sitting next to me.

But honestly, I was slowly feeling numb all over. I wouldn’t be able to outrun Soonyoung in this state. What use would I be out there? All I could do was heal people, but I couldn’t prevent anything. I could only fix what was already broken, but I don’t have the power to stop things from happening.

My luck with knowing the future was finally fading. So much has changed from the original timeline that I once knew. That’s why I thought we were safe here, but I should’ve known that I changed too much already.

I blankly stare in front of me, zoning out as I berate myself. Soonyoung watches over me and notices how lifeless I begin to look. He puts my head to lean on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears that were slowly filling my waterline.

“He’ll be fine, Aeryn,” Soonyoung tries to encourage me. “He always makes it out ok, y’know?”

I stay quiet and continue to keep my eyes closed. I can feel Soonyoung deflate a little from the lack of response from me. He knew I was awake though, despite being Wonwoo’s best friend and guard, he’s been around me long enough to know me pretty well. I knew he wanted me to cheer up but it was so hard to be positive in this situation.

Whenever bad situations like this happened, we were all always together. But for once, it was only me and Soonyoung. Wonwoo wasn’t here and it gave me a really bad feeling.

Soonyoung decided to stay quiet and keep watch over me as well as making sure his eyes were roaming around the room to find any sign of Wonwoo entering from the entrances.

After a while, Soonyoung nudges me and I open my eyes and turn to look at him. He keeps his eyes away from me.

“Are you not hungry or thirsty?” He asked me. I felt a bit bad as I looked at him. He was trying his best to be positive as we waited for not just my best friend but his as well. Soonyoung was supposed to be Wonwoo’s guard and he was unable to go out there either to help him.

I tap his arm to try to get him to look at me. It works as his eyes meet mine. I try to give him a smile and nod my head. I hope that this gesture helps him feel not as bad, as I realized he’s probably just as upset as I am.

He smiles slightly at me and starts getting up. He offers me his hand to help me stand up and I accept it, as he pulls me up with ease.

“Let’s head to the emergency rations,” He gently leads me to where the food is being kept. I follow him quietly.

We reach the area and each grab a small loaf of bread and some water. We head back to the spot we were at and sit there again, a bit more calm and peaceful than when we first sat here. We quietly ate our food, not realizing how hungry we actually were, too busy being worried.

After finishing eating, we continued to sit quietly as Soonyoung played with my hair. It barely kept my nerves from going haywire thinking about where Wonwoo was, but it was definitely something.

I heard one of the entrances open and looked over at it. My mouth drops open and I let out a sharp gasp. I feel the hands that were playing with my hair pause as we both stand up.

It was Wonwoo and he looked like a mess. His hair was wild and looked like he was running his fingers through it constantly, he didn't have his coat on, only having a black dress shirt that had a few missing buttons, and his black pants had a few tears in it.

After finally seeing the person I was desperately looking for, I felt all the anxiety and worries in me disperse all at once leaving me exhausted. As it all went away, I felt my throat close up. It felt hard to breathe, as if there was something in my throat blocking my air. I bit my lip knowing what was going to soon happen. I took a step forward.

I tried to control my breathing as I stared at Wonwoo. His face stern as his eyes roamed around looking for something. His eyes finally land on me and Soonyoung and the sternness on his face goes away. As I watch how vulnerable he finally allows himself to be, I break.

Soonyoung immediately wraps his arms around me from behind as the dam finally gives in to my tears, flowing out. I bring my hands up to my face to cover my eyes as the tears rapidly run down my face. The sobs coming out from me as the relief finally pours in that we were all safe and together again.

I tried to keep my sobs in but the more I kept it in, the more I would shake and tremble in his arms as I wept and hiccupped.

I feel another pair of arms wrap around me and put my face to their chest. I bring my hands down to look up, even though I knew who it was by just their hug. I could see up close the slight dirt and scratches on Wonwoo's face.

Seeing him slightly beat up without us there to help him made the tears and sobs come out even harder as I brought my head back to his chest using it as a shield from others from seeing and hearing me.

"I'm sorry, Aeryn" Wonwoo apologizes over and over, for worrying me. "I'm so so so sorry."

The sobs and hiccups as I tried to catch my breath were muffled by him, as I pushed my face harder to his chest. My arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, not wanting to let him go because I was afraid he'd disappear and come back even worse than he is now. He continued to hold me back just as tightly, letting me know he wouldn't be going anywhere. I could feel a sense of peace slowly creeping over me now that I knew he was here.

I feel Soonyoung's arms slowly retract from around me but his hand continues to play with my hair, stroking it lightly, as it helps me calm down till all that was left was my small hiccups and sniffles.

I slowly unwrap my arms from Wonwoo’s waist and use my hands to roughly dry my eyes.

"Hey… don't do that," Wonwoo unwraps his arms from around me and gently grabs my hands, so I'd stop rubbing my eyes. I pout looking up at him while he just holds my hands in his. Wonwoo looks behind me and I do the same.

"Thank you, Soonyoung, for making sure she was ok," Wonwoo expresses his gratitude. "I'm glad to see you both were here and safe."

Soonyoung smiles at the both of us. "Of course, Woo, gotta make sure our little duchess doesn't run out asking for trouble."

Wonwoo and Soonyoung chuckle together as I look at the two offended. Wonwoo lets go of one of my hands to hold his to Soonyoung. Soonyoung grabs his hand and the two hug as well. Seeing the two like this made me feel so much happier but slightly guilty for the way I was disregarding Soonyoung’s feelings when I tried to go out.

When they let go, I tried getting Soonyoung’s attention, tugging his sleeve. I was successful in gaining his attention, when he looked over at me.

"I'm sorry, Soon, for being difficult and not thinking about how you feel," I apologized to him, feeling guilty about my words to him. It must’ve hurt hearing accusations that he didn’t care about Wonwoo. Wonwoo and Soonyoung glance at each other before looking at my sullen expression.

"Hey, hey. Come on now," He gets me to look him in the eyes by placing his hands on both sides of my head so I would look up at him. "You know, I would do all that I can to make sure you're safe. Not just for Wonwoo’s sake either, but because I want to make sure you're safe as well."

I nod my head at him, letting him know I understand. He gives a half smile and opens his arms.

"Come here," He soothed. I lean into his embrace feeling the happiness and forgiveness radiating off of him, making the tense negative emotions that were stirring inside me fade away. We let go of each other and the three of us looked at each other, checking to make sure we were all fine. Out of the 3 of us, I probably looked the most ok. My dress was a bit dirty at the ends but compared to the other 2, I was completely free of scratches and small injuries.

"What happened to you, Nonu?" I ask him as I study his slightly beat up form. Wonwoo looks down at his own form before looking back up at Soonyoung and I. He gestures for us to sit down, before telling us what happened.

"I had this odd feeling once I woke up today. I had the strangest dream that I could barely remember. I just remembered crying over someone's lying form. When I woke up, I felt this overwhelming presence and I knew that somehow, my mother's familiar had gotten inside." Wonwoo explains. "So I went around the school, checking the barrier to see where it could've gotten in. Only for me to realize, it was waiting for me there. The loud explosion was me trying to get rid of it, but the bastard managed to get away."

My heart skips a beat from hearing Wonwoo's dream. It sounded too similar to what had actually happened despite the lack of information about it. It was the day I was killed in my past life, by Wonwoo. The day I was trying to avoid in this life. I look down at my hands and nervously fidget with them as they continue the conversation.

"I'm glad that you're ok, Woo, but maybe next time actually bring your guard," Soonyoung suggests to him. Wonwoo looks away a little embarrassed.

"I just didn't want to bother you guys," He sighed. Soonyoung looks between Wonwoo and I before sighing.

"You two really are the same, always rushing in head first." Soonyoung jokes.

"I think we all are." Wonwoo retorts.

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#svt fluff #svt imagines #kpop fanfic #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo #soonyoung fanfic #kwon soonyoung #jeon wonwoo #victorian era #magic

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terrific-fish · 1 year

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Ok so this post made me think about the s2 dads and their classes and I had a super sick idea for Sparrow and when I thought of it, I didn’t even grasp how cool it was. Hear me out. Divine Soul Sorcerer.

Explanation under the cut, but Tl;dr: Sparrow’s characterization leads him to be a healer, but unwise. His bloodline is magic, and with the DSS being able to manifest wings, it’s a good middleground between Henry’s powers and Normal’s. It also allows for Thematic Shenanigans.

Sparrow grew up to be, shall we say, not great. He wishes that his kid was fundamentally different than who he is, and makes strides to change him. He expressly forbade Normal to retain memories of a code purple, should one happen, even though Normal would want to remember it, no matter how horrible it was. This... isn’t wisdom.

If we look at Sparrow dealing with Regressed Lark, in how he persuaded Lark to get in the calzone, it shows that he has an understanding of How People Work. While there isn’t enough evidence in the podcast, I’ll argue that Sparrow became the mediator in his household for a very long time. He knows how to honey his words to Normal so they don’t sound as cruel as they are. This makes me feel like he has high charisma. If not high charisma, than at least higher than his wisdom.

Sparrow seems to see himself as a nurturer. He wants what’s best (in his eyes) for Normal. Of all of the s2 dads, I’d vote him most likely to be a medic primarily. He is one of 3 people with a continued attachment to magic (I’m sorry Terry, you don’t count rn), with Lark being one (and he’d want to distance himself from it bc Henry) and Nick (a demon, hell demon) being the other. Given that D.A.D.D.I.E.S hasn’t collapsed, there’s definitely a healer, and I think it’s Sparrow.

So for charisma healers, we have Bards, Celestial Warlock, and Divine Soul Sorcerer. I’m gonna go ahead and say he’s not a bard. Celestial Warlock is possible, but I don’t think that, with the Doodler around, anyone would risk reaching out to a deity. What with the whole, What Do You Do When Your Arm Itches thing.

Divine Soul Sorcerer though??? It’s a sorcerer, so the Power’s Been In You All Along. His grandmother Autumn seemed to be a Cleric, so he could be favored from her deity. But... we could also be thinking about the Doodler.

Imagine for me, Sparrow deciding to learn magic. Maybe from his grandmother, maybe from his father, heck, maybe Mercedes. And he goes to cast cure wounds. He thinks he could do it. He feels it in his chest that he could. But he fails, and casts Inflict Wounds instead, because of the Doodler still tainting his veins. Sparrow almost seems to have a holier-than-thou attitude, especially when it comes to Normal. What if that was a defense mechanism. He MUST believe he’s right and be in control, so his loved ones aren’t hurt. He’s tricked himself into believing he’s a Divine Soul, but his power doesn’t come from benevolence, and he knows it, and it terrifies him.

Past the emotional nitty-gritty, the class is a good middle ground between Druid and Cleric, his father’s and son’s classes. Druids can wildshape into animals, and Clerics are straight casters (in my experience, which is little). At lvl14, Divine Soul Sorcerers gain the ability to manifest wings. They’re a caster, with a thematic animal element. It says that the wings’ aesthetic changes based on the alignment of the deity providing your powers, but that’s a dumb dumb rule (until it isn’t). Instead of Eagle=good and lawful, Bat=evil and chaotic, we have them reflect Sparrow’s inner turmoil. When things are calm and Sparrow feels in control of himself, the wings are healthy sparrow wings. When doubt fills his head, the wings appear rotten or static-y, revealing where his powers come from.

I think it would add a good amount of depth to the twins’ relationship. Lark understands himself to be the worst. He doesn’t necessarily put Sparrow on a pedestal, but he thinks that everyone else does, and he accepts that Sparrow would deserve the accolades, even if he’s bitter about it.

Meanwhile. Sparrow is hiding what he truly is. The world views him more highly than the twin he loves. If everyone knew his magic was tainted, he’d sink. And with Lark holding on to him like a balloon, if it popped, Lark would fall too. He has to defend his family and keeping his connection to the Doodler a secret is the best way to do it.

#Sparrow Oak #dndads #dndads speculation #dungeons and daddies

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the-whatcherof-89 · 1 year

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Background: Hanna is some sort of fairy that arrived in the land and got chaperoned by Captain Puffy and Purpled. A kind, cheerful lover of decor and cleaning up messes she immediately “built" a good relationship with Foolish, for their common passions. However, this personality of her was tainted when the red vines of the EGG covered her house and created a new evil persona in her despite the efforts of Awsamdude to remove them. This new persona was more easy to control under the influence of the EGG and it showed off especially during the events of the Red Banquet when she betrayed (almost) everyone and allowed Foolish to be sacrificed to the altar. After Quackity showed up with the mercenaries Technoblade & Purpled the Eggpyre was forced to flee especially when Puffy landed a killing blow on Antfrost. Only when Awsamdude sealed the EGG in an obsidian box his influence was reduced and a distraught Hanna was devastated for what she did. However, she successfully entered a “public service” at Sam bank to redeem herself under a VERY strict leash. After a while, she (re)gained wings but lost them because of BoomerNa and she got at war with him. Hanna lost friends, her wings and so much more and she wished with all her heart to recover all of that. “If it wasn’t for that EGG… all of this would have never happened.” She muttered on her bed as she felt the world falling on her. “Does this fair lady wishes for a new chance? It can be done.” A voice was heard. “Who?! Who is this? How did you enter my house?” Hanna jumped on her bed and a bit nervously grabber her sword. “I am not in your house. But my proposal is simple: find me, and i will grant your wish. ONE wish. Limited only by your imagination. The others have accepted.” Hanna stuttered: “Who?” The others? Does that mean also the rest of the people of the land have accepted? Boomer too? Seeing an opportunity to AT LEAST recover her wings, she clenched her teeth and whispered: ”I accept.” The world shifted but her being started to split apart. Screaming she tumbled down and landed in a forest. As soon as she recovered she stood up in the form of a small fairy with WINGS! “Oh dear, it appears not all went straight, look my dear.” Hanna saw a figure clad in a dark armor stand up, dark wings made of vines… It was… HER? but the look in her eyes… vicious, malevolent, merciless. Hanna observed as “She” looked upon her and closed her helmet to then take flight on a dark obsidian horse quickly disappearing from her sight. “What was that?” She screamed. The voice spoke surprised: “Oh my! Apparently a part of yourself is still linked to that red thing! Well, i am sure you will catch up. Have fun finding me!” Hanna tried to call the voice in vain. Hanna knew, she had to hurry… least that “thing” did something very wrong.

HannaXXRose AKA Hannie Rose the “wingless” fairy.

Galthian Shifter(Leaftshifter)17 CR17 XP102400

Neutral Good Small Fey

HP157(17d10+85)

AC 33(+3Dex, +7Natural, +1Size, +7Armor, +5Deflection)

BaB+17 CMB+25 CMD+39

FORT+16 REFL+15 WILL+9

Racial traits: Fey, Small size, Land speed 30ft, Fly speed 40ft(poor), Low light vision, Spell like abilities CL16: 1/day entangle, feather step.

Traits: Child of nature, Tainted spirit.

Class abilities: Leafshifter aspect(Assassin vine, Brambles, Oak), Shifter Slams, Wild armor(+6), Track, Trackless steps, Wild shape(7/day), Shifter claws increase(1d8 X3 critical ignores DR Cold Iron and Silver), Woodland stride, Shifter’s fury, Plant shape II, Speak with plants(4/day).

STR26 DEX16 CON18 INT13 WIS14 CHA12

Feats: Improved natural attack(slam), Precise shot, Deadly aim, Point blank shot, Planar wild shape, Multiattack, Improved multiattack, Greater multiattack, Power attack.

Skills: Acrobatics+15, Climb+20, Escape artist+13, Fly+13, Handle animal+10, Knowledge (Nature)+10, Perception+22, Ride+10, Stealth+16, Survival+10, Swim+13.

Languages: Common, Druidic, Sylvan, Alko.

Equipment: Headband of inspired Wisdom+4, Bracers of falcon’s aim, Belt of giant strength+6, Robes of resistance+2, Verdant boots, Cloak of the manta ray, Warden of the woods(hide armor version), Ring of ferocious actions, Ring of protection+5, Amulet of mighty fists+4, Verdant striker (as per Beast-strike club but for plants), Composite longbow+1(Str+7), 50mwk Arrows, Manual of gainful exercise+2(used), Handy haversack, Potions: Cure critical wounds(4), Resist fire energy(2), Shifter’s kit, 375gp.

HannaXXRose AKA Hannie Rose the crimson fairy.

Ghoran Fighter7 Sanguine angel10 CR17 XP102400

Lawful Evil Medium Plant

HP216(17d10+102)

AC31(+0Dex+3Shield+2Deviation+12Armor+3Natural+1Insight)

BaB+17 CMB+24 CMD+34

FORT+19 REFL+9 WILL+18

Racial traits: Plant type, Delicious, Natural magic, Seed, Light dependent, Past life knowledge.

Traits: Child of nature, Tainted spirit.

Class abilities: Bonus feats(Combat expertise, Weapon focus-longsword, Penetrating strike, Greater penetrating strike), Bravery+2, Armor training(heavy armor)2, Weapon training1(longsword), Indiscriminate, Hardened heart, Maiden’s shield, Tyrant’s discipline(Erinyes fury, Furious huntress, Kinslayer, Queen’s sword, Unyielding), Armored angel, Eye of alertness, Mystique, Hollowness, Angel of death.

STR24 DEX10 CON20 INT14 WIS10 CHA18

Feats: Power attack, Fly-by-attack, Improved shield bash, Iron will, Steadfast determination, Blind fight, Improved dirty trick, Endurance, Diehard.

Skills: Bluff+17, Climb+17, Diplomacy+7, Fly+13, Handle animal+8, Intimidate+14, Knowledge(Dungeon)+6, (Local)+6, (Nobility)+6, Perception+13, Ride+10, Sense motive+4, Swim+20, Survival+6.

Languages: Common, Sylvan, Infernal.

Equipment: Sword of life stealing+3 Invigorating, Oathbow, 50 Arrows+1, Demon armor, Belligerent shield, Ring of protection+2, Amulet of natural armor+1, Ioun stone Dusty rose prism, Ioun stone Pale lavender ellipsoid, Belt of physical might+4(Str, Con), Crown of charisma+4(shaped like a laurel of red roses), Vest of resistance+4, Figurine of wondrous power-Obsidian steed, Boots of the cat, Tome of clear thought+1Int(used), Manual of gainful exercises+2 Str(used), Potions: Cure critical wounds(4), Blur(3), Haste(3), Fighter’s kit, Gold ring worth 91Gp.

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#dream smp #hannaxxrose #hannaxxrose fanart #pathfinder roleplaying game #minecraft #dsmp hannah

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majima + melissa /more curious if anything xd

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child . accepting

Name: Natsuno Majima (JP: 真島夏野). Gender: Male. General appearance: Majima's legacy is undeniable - Natsuno has very straight, dark hair, almond-shaped eyes and the facial bone structure of his father, not to mention a certain ease to gain muscle and eventually growing to be as tall as Majima without any struggles. He keeps up with the overall body frame as well - not too bulky or too strong like other Tojo legends, but more on the nimble and lean side like Majima at his peak. Melissa's contribution is more in the sense that Natsuno's eyes are lighter than his father's and that he smiles just like his mother - it is the same way to curve lips, really. Personality: Absurd levels of charisma - Natsuno has the social skills of a politician with the charm of a playboy and the ability to talk himself out of trouble unlike anyone else. Carefree, easy to laugh, fast to crack jokes and always surrounded by friends and, of course, girls, Natsuno's popularity is frankly astonishing. He flows like water and adapts to any environment without effort - it is almost as if he channeled the combined energy of his parents and made something of his own with that. Between a former yakuza and a niche hostess, neither Majima nor Melissa were that readily accepted anywhere as their son seems to be. Special talents: Natsuno is very good at bluffing - and consequently a pretty damn good card player (and more than decent at a number of more traditional games which Majima has taught him). Apart from his parents and very few people, it's almost impossible to win against the kid, really. Natsuno is also agile and good with rhythm, making him a good dancer much to the delight of his mother (who has a partner at every family gathering occasion). Who they like better: Melissa, for a very peculiar reason (because his mother really IS the scary parent, no matter what these rumors about a 'mad dog' may say) - Natsuno and Majima have a very similar energy and their personalities may clash rather loudly at social gatherings. Both of them like attention, have a flair for dramatics and enjoy engaging with others, so they may annoy each other sometimes. Melissa, on the other hand, approaches human connections differently and in a way that doesn't conflict with Natsuno's expansive nature. Because Majima and Natsuno are so weirdly alike in some ways, he prefers his mother so there is a more evident contrast there. Who they take after more: Definitely Majima - it's clearly his kid in both looks and personality, however people will often remark that while Majima can be intimidating or just labeled as being off his rockers when he smiles or laughs in a certain way (deserving the 'mad dog' title), Natsuno doesn't share that vibe - he's classical charm and amusement, which is precisely what draws people in and makes him so damn popular. He definitely doesn't dress as flamboyantly as Majima, though; Melissa clearly had a hand in how he formed his wardrobe. Personal Headcanon: His favorite music style? Disco. And he means it! Natsuno is absolutely fascinated by the disco era, maybe because it was booming when his parents met and worked together, but he just enjoys everything about that era: the lights, the sequins, the colors, the addictive rhythm and the choreographies. He's had more than one thematic birthday party and is an avid vinyl collector of that period. Faceclaim: Ross Butler.

#zankokukami #v: Yakuza #if they had a kid #replied #the way I see this #is that Majima and Melissa made the ultimate #charismatic and energic gremlin #he just outperforms both of them

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