#being able to be one with the shadows comes in handy and all that

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain :)

Part 1 (ur here!) / Part 2 / Part 3

Sun: Gender Neutral! Reader (you/they/them), Guide Reader

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: First, Sky, Four, Legend

Comets & Meteors: Content: None Known & Triggers: None Known.

U have a lot of Nicknames: Guide, Hero's Guide, Prince, Princey, Star, (more to be added?).

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First (Manga!Link):

Has "too good" of posture lol

It makes his back stiff and by the time he's in his bedroll he's confused about why it feels better, silly silly man

Just in general tenses his muscles too often, so whenever u offer to massage him, he nearly crumbles on the spot

(the others know exactly how amazing ur massages are, and are fully staring at him in jealousy lol)

Gets little rips and tears in his clothing all the time somehow??

Even tho he wont have a scratch acc on him after hours of battle???

mans could be flying around Skyloft with only clouds touching him and come back pouting telling you he ripped his scarf again :'(

Likes to be slightly in front of you most of the time, especially in new places/other Links' Hyrules

It just makes him feel better knowing he's both protecting you, and that you're watching his back

(Most Links feel at their best/most confident when your voice can be heard just over their shoulder, not that they don't love seeing ur face now too)

Sky (Skyward Sword Link):

Is slowly making everyone he knows a collection of wooden figurines

He usually carves when he's bored or stressed

so needless to say this mission of the Shadow (slow going, stressful at times like Twi getting hurt)

Has made him give u an army of little wooden figures (everyone else gets a small collection bc ur the first he gives one to)

Did i say give? Excuse me, i meant:

sneaks them as a little surprise into your belongings or clothing or other personal effects

This started bc after a week or two of him giving you wooden things you tried to reroute him to other ppl,

so Sky just made it his mission to see how many he can sneak instead onto you on any given day lmao

(Also he may or may not have daydreamed abt being able to carve u things and actually physically give them to you on his adventure before, so he's taking advantage of being able to now)

Has luscious hair at all times, little to no effort, Wars is so pissed abt it lol

Mf responded when asked what products he used (by poor Wars too) with, "wym?? With water??? And soap????"

Never ties his boot laces

You will all be gearing up for battle and go to stalk and stealth kill monsters and right before u get up on them u always have to look over at Sky's shoes and whisper at him to tie them

Is the most likely to plant face first into the ground or trip and fall on his ass from shoes untying

He just didnt need to with being in the clouds on his Loftwing all the time back on Skyloft and so he never rlly adapted to that even on the surface lol

He's also just miserable at doing a decent knot so you've taken to teaching him repeatedly how to tie them-

why didnt the knight academy help with this at all actually??

(Wind makes fun of him be hes a sailor and knows like 10+ knots)

Four (Four Swords/Minish Cap Link):

Loses his tools constantly

Well not really "lose" so much as "slightly misplace"

It drives him crazy, the Minish used to help him with it back in his Hyrule so he got out of the habit of putting things back where they belong

You've gotten to the point where you'll glance over wherever he's working so the next time he comes up to u complaining abt a lost hammer or smth u immediately just "should be over by the fire"

And ur right, 99.9% of the time its so funny

Bc Four's all like "wtf ive moved around so much since then i took all the other tools with me- MF. U WERE RIGHT."

Is rlly good at like color matching, comes in handy for new outfits

Also has aches and pains like in his hands and arms mostly

Bc of all the forge work, and absolutely treasures any massages u offer him

Likes to wear matching jewelry with you! Like earrings or piercings or necklaces etc

Also has good taste in jewelry and what looks good on everyone + you

Legend (Link to the Past, Link's Awakening etc):

Unfortunately the type of person to just shove things in his bag willy nilly

Its the horder tendencies, he just has a lot of stuffs so he gave up trying to organize it

Actually really good at styling hair, Legend would absolutely lie abt it if u asked but he can spend as much time on his hair as Warrior

Likes to experiment with new clothes, like skirts or bright colors, esp if they match some of his clothes already

U ran by some makeup one time in another Hyrule and he knew how to use it rlly well??

Lies abt random skills he has, or like thinks skills he already has can translate well,

like he's rode a horse before wym he can't drive Wild's motorcycle??

Or fly a Loftwing???

Well now its a challenge

Tbh most competitive over stupid things randomly out of all the Links besides Wild, Wind, Wars, and occasionally Hyrule + Sky + Time

Got challenged to try and go shield surfing with u once and thought that horse-riding skill would transfer and it did in fact Not.

Actually kinda scared the other Links watching u two spin out and crash ngl, what with doing an accidental backflip? Midair??

but u both were okay somehow???

Also weirdly lucky, u stg he's got some sort of ring or blessing for that

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IT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR ITS DONE THIS TO ME MULTIPLE TIMES NOW 😭😭

All the Links WOULD HAVE been here if it werent for fucking tumblr

Ill post more parts soon if anyone is interested

Peace out,

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#male reader #botw link x reader #loz link x reader #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu x male reader #lu x masc reader #lu sky x reader #lu first x reader #lu legend x reader #lu four x reader

[silverheartlugia2000]

DCXDP prompt

Ok, so there's plenty of Danny laying low or freaking out about the no meta rule, but I have this CRAVING of someone for once just explaining it to him? Like whoever bird or birds he's talking to just leans in and whispers "Wanna know a secret? That's mostly just a mind control precaution. I mean would you want to see Supes jacked up on fear gas? If the league do come over he prefers to be called first so he's close if something happens."   

Danny- "Oh... yeah that makes sense actually, that shit isn't fun to be under.."

"Wait is THAT why you have that string of robberies on your record?!"

"That and the time my whole town got possessed in order to make me look bad and get arrested.."

The bird then drags Danny into the cave to open Bruce's file on him, and they both sit down and fill in the gaps on the shadier spots of his record. Heck Danny eventually gives Bats a few thermoses and other less harmful but still disabling device blueprints to add to the contingency file cause even if Dan is in therapy and on probation he knows his shit luck will probably make it needed sooner rather than later and he knows how fast it will go bad.

It comes in very handy at the next gala when Vlad attempts to have a duplicate overshadow Bruce who refuses to take his business propositions. Vlad gets nosey before Danny pulls up his king rights and makes vlad take an Oath (the magic binding kind) to not mess with Bruce or his family or reveal any of their super identities to anyone at all. Constantine is there beforehand to read over the contract and outthink any loopholes before vlad can take advantage of them.

Danny gives them samples of ecto-dejecto for medical emergencies, the Bat's keep them refreshed and in stock especally after they meet Ellie and hear about her stability problems. With help from Frostbite and Danny's ok they start working on a more reliable formula just for Ellie's sake.

Yes Jason is calmer around the halfas and he is slowly stabilizing enough form a proper core from it, (not an instant fix this time!) whether hes becoming a true halfa, more towards a remnant, or both they arent sure. But one night when the phantoms arent around Jason is having a bad time, reacting from something he was hit with during a fight. Tim just grabs one of the ecto-pens on a whim and it just flushes out the toxin so fast Jay passes out. When he wakes up his core has had a good growth spurt, its still not complete yet but he's beginning to get some minor abilities, the Phantom sibs start coaching him before it gets strong enough for Jason to turn completely intangible and if Jay starts complaining? Clockwork whisks them ALL up to the tower for a home movie night of Danny's greatest fails. Grampa has a collection, good and bad XD. Yes Danny is cringing in shame while eating Clockwork's ecto cookies but Jason is slowly starting to understand the importance of getting the basics right cause he does NOT want to accidentally sink completely under the ground without being able to get back out no thank you!!

What core type would he get anyway? Shadow's like Johnny because of the stealth perks? Earth to prevent being buried again? Would he have literature as a secondary obsession cause obviously he's gonna follow Danny into the family/protection category but since Danny also has a space obsession why not?

He puts Jazz's name in the list of superhero safe therapists, the fact she's already making waves at Arkam is only boosting her reputation. Especially once they read her paper on ghost obsessions and how sometimes they are comparable to hyper-fixations in autistics in the way they both satisfy and promote healthy growth for a ghosts physical and mental state but also how being deprived of them or forced to go against them can be severely harmful to their literal health.

And that was one thing the birds kept tripping on to understand whenever they needed to bench one of the halfas but they would end up just hovering around NEEDING to be helpful no mater how much they are told to go back to bed. They also get a whole new understanding on what happened to Dan cause yeah his whole timeline is based on loosing his family and retaliating out of grief.

So from then on the halfas are allowed to help with little tasks as long as they do not strain their recovery at all. Whenever Danny gets sickly and depressed they take him up to the watch tower, Ellie gets lessons in different languages so she can interact more when they let her join them on international trips, Jason gets set loose in a newly discovered bookstore when the manor's or Bab's library isn't enough, and Dan.. they're still figuring him out but he seems to enjoy wrecking little play city set ups and games where you play as the monster like Godzilla or Rampage along with general ghost sibling rough housing. (Lilo and Stitch is his favorite movie but you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit it,)

As for ships, definitely anger management. Jason becomes an unofficial fourth Phantom sib. Platonic everlasting trio cause Danny loves his friends and they will pet him like a cat for hours while his tail coils around them possessively like a giant snake and still make memes of it when he's grumpy. Brain dead is fun also, especially if Danny or the others are capable of Little Baby Man form and Tim has to fight Damian for cuddle rights! Bats has his usual girls but hey superman isn't that bad to hang around either.

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #silverlugia's free prompts #danny phantom #batman #jason peter todd #danielle phantom #dan phantom #halfa jason #tag me if you use this #little baby man danny?

[macsimagines]

baji kisaki and south(if you write for him, if not then mucho) getting raised from the dead by darling

I LIKE THIS ONE A LOT

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, BODY POSSESSION, NECORMANCY, GHOSTS

Yandere!Baji Keisuke

His death destroyed you. His funeral was a fucking joke. And you would not be made to live in a world without Baji Keisuke...

You were a little too weird for your own good, he had always said so... "Love that about you, Y/N." Maybe now your odd little hobbies would finally come in handy.

Most people thought your obsession with the occult was just a useless way to waste time. Now it was time to prove them all wrong...

You wouldn't disgrace his body... His mother deserved to have her son's grave honored. But his spirit? You didn't need to feel him, so long as you knew he was there...

The first séance was filled with disappointment, the second yielded the same results, and the third...had finally yielded some results.

You could sense him there with you. His shadow lurking in the corners, his fingertips brushing your hair, his voice whisper to you...

"It hurts so much Y/N, don't leave me alone, I can't leave, why can't I leave?"

His tone a constant rhythm of agony in your ears, a symphony of hell, your strong and vibrant lover reduced to a withering hollow thing....

But at least he's here...

Yandere!Kisaki Tetta

You had adored him. He never felt the same way about you though, he was firmly in love with Hina and you had accepted that so long as he allowed you to stay by his side.

But then he died. The amazing Kisaki had actually died and left you in a cold cruel and dark world. It didn't feel real, life suddenly had no meaning.

At least you weren't alone, Hanma couldn't really make sense of it all either. He was already unstable before and after Kisaki but now he was just downright deranged.

Rambling on and on about the dull world having no true meaning, his life having no meaning... "The world could'a just taken me instead..."

And wasn't that an interesting thought? Yes the world could have taken Hanma and no one would have flinched. No one would have noticed... You don't even think he would have cared...

In the end he doesn't. Hanma is pretty strong, but once you've got him drugged and tied up, ready on the alter you've prepared he seems pretty docile.

"I'm gonna be pissed if this doesn't fuckin' work." he tells you, resigning himself to whatever crazed plan you're going through... "You'll just be dead if it doesn't." "...Better than bein' alive without him around." "..."

Having a spirit possess a body was a lot of work, a lot of intricate practices and hoops to jump through, but having a living body like Hanmas and a powerful will like Kisaki's should work...

The ritual goes on for an hour, and honestly it feels like a bust. Nothing happens, and you release Hanma from his ropes. Maybe if he had it in him he really would have killed you for the attempt, but all he feels is disappointment.

Weeks go by though and Hanma seems...strange. He's smarter, in small ways at first. Actually being able to calculate simple expenses and even plan things in a more tactile manor. You shrug it off though. Maybe Kisaki had just rubbed off on him...

Then one day he turns and looks at you, and there's something so beautiful and sinister in his eyes, an expression so familiar that it's almost like.

"You know, Y/N, I never would have thought possession would be possible... Not that I'm complaining with these results."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere baji #yandere baji keisuke #yandere kisaki tetta

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

those tags… WHY MUST YOU HURT US ALL LIKE THAT?!?! I WAS FINE AND HAPPY TONIGHT BEFORE THAT!!! NOW IM SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY

what about demonrry being able to feel the exact moment Nimbus and Onyx die because of their telepathic bond, and it causes him to stumble as they’re running away because he feels all their pain and hears their last words.

The scars on his chest feel like they’re being ripped into his body all over again as fresh wounds, but he chokes down a sob and forces himself back onto his feet, wiping at his drenched face desperately as a new wave of tears fights against the back of his eyes. His voice is a raw croak, tight with emotion. “We have to keep going.”

Y/N is by his side, her arm wrapping under his and around his torso, her enhanced strength supporting his weight securely. He probably would have crumbled to the ground again without her.

She hoists him steady, glancing behind them to make sure they’re not being followed. Her eyes reflect the light of a distant fire, which envelops the windows and balcony of their apartment several blocks down. The sound of sirens can be heard echoing from the street, their red and blue lights casting colors around the corner.

Y/N whips her gaze back down towards Harry, arguing in sheer disbelief at his decision. “Harry, we can’t just leave them—!”

“We can.” He states in a low mutter, his eyes flitting between black and their usual jade as he struggles to keep his composure. He screws them shut, a new flood of tears escaping in the process.

She watches them streak down his cheeks, which are blotchy and red in the dim lights of the street lamps. It’s as if his entire nervous system is being overwhelmed. As if he’s feeling too many things at once. As if he’s feeling more than just his own emotions at once…

The realization hits her like a knife to the chest, causing the blood in her veins to freeze over. She can’t control the strangled cry that emits from her collapsing chest.

“We can.” Harry reiterates with a firmer voice, but she can tell he’s barely keeping it together— it’s evident in the tremble running under his words.

She knows that the repetition of the phrase is his way of breaking the news, because he can’t find the heart to say it aloud directly— it’d feel too real. It’s his way of begging her not to push the subject further, or he might completely shatter. They don’t have the luxury of time on their side; they can’t mourn properly right now, given the circumstances. The best she can do is simply oblige and push forward.

Harry had made a plan for this years ago and had walked his girlfriend through it many times. She always joked about how paranoid he was, but as much as he hated dwelling on it, he had a looming suspicion it would come in handy one day.

He’d built a safe house of sorts in a secluded area, which took after their regular apartment and included an arsenal of supplies that could wait out an apocalypse. He’d guarded it with warding against both angels and demons, courtesy of a spell made of his own devising. He’d cloaked and concealed it with magic, as an extra layer of protection. They just had to make it to the portal he’d created in the city.

Harry had the power to summon and close it whenever, so he’d willed it into existence the second he sensed what was coming. He’d opened it far enough from their flat to avoid detection, but close enough to reach during an emergency. The route obviously takes longer on foot, but it’s not impossible. If he or Y/N were to use their magic in any way, they’d be tracked down in seconds. His car and motorcycle are easy targets to follow. It’s stealthier this way, especially at night when they can camouflage into the shadows.

Once they arrive, he can seal the shelter from the inside by completing the last line of spell glyphs with his blood, right across the entrance door that’s identical to the one in their real home. The place should hold them for a while.

“Make this worth it.”

Onyx and Nimbus’ last message rings inside Harry’s head, incapacitating his senses and giving him vertigo as he charges forward blindly, confiding in Y/N to guide them to their destination.

He’d heard their final words right before he felt their life forces be torn from his own; the bond of a hellhound to a demon, being severed permanently by what can only be one thing. The only way to cut such a profound tie.

Death's unique type of pain was also familiar to him, from his first interaction with it seven centuries ago. First it’s sharp and searing hot, overwhelming your whole being, then it drops to an invasive numb cold, like being boiled and then plunged into ice water. Then comes a feathery, lightheaded ache at the base of the skull, as if your very soul is detaching from where your mind is anchored to your body, and then it feels like you’re floating away, being carried off by a swift draft. Then nothing. Just a vast emptiness, so hollow and desolate it’s suffocating.

From his experience, he’s found no other form of pain that could possibly feel that deep and condemning. The sensation is one of kind, and therefore undeniable.

He lurches forward with newfound energy, gritting his teeth through the pounding in his head, tapping into his grief for fuel. He won’t let their sacrifice be in vain.

#hm… #HM!!!!!! #demonrry #demon!harry #demonrry!ask

[blaithnne]

Sketchbook Roleswap AU where Johanna was once well on her way to becoming a powerful witch, but upon realising all the studying just made her miserable she abandoned her studies to open a little bookshop in Trolberg. She still uses magic frequently - she rebinds all her books with her own special witchy flair, and uses it all the time in her daily life - but rarely her full power - much to the dismay of Hilda who dreams of following in her old footsteps and becoming a powerful witch, even if she isn’t very good at it.

Kaisa is an artist at heart, but gave up on that dream when her parents died and she dropped out of Art School to care for her infant sister, Frida. Unaware of any other family members and unable to pay rent in Trolberg, she moved to her family’s old abandoned cabin in the wilderness and found remote work whilst caring for her little sister.

Ten years pass as Frida grows up in the wilderness souronded by all kinds of magical creatures and fauna - becoming fascinated by it. On top of the studies that Kaisa dillegently hammers into her, she dedicates herself to researching magic despite being certain that she’d never be able to use it herself.

One day, seemingly out of the blue, they receive a letter from one Matilda Von Pilkvist - alleging that she’s only just discovered their existence and that she’s their aunt. Kaisa doesn’t believe it at first, but a visit confirms it when Tildy shows off old family pictures. This information comes in handy when the house is destroyed, and Kaisa has to begrudgingly show up on Tildy’s doorstep looking for a place for her and her little sister to stay. Tildy welcomes them in with open arms, encouraging them to make friends in the city, and for Kaisa to recapture her love of art now that she’s in a more stable environment

Shenanigans ensue as Frida explores Trolberg, making new friends and getting to delve deeper into the magical world - especially through her new friend Hilda! As Frida embarks on her journey to become a witch and Hilda learns to find happiness in her own path of being A Familiar instead of living in her mother’s shadow, it’s through their friendship that Kaisa meets the mysterious woman known primarily as The Bookbinder, in a cozy little bookshop just down the street

#yeah #got hit with this au like a truck #place your bets on how long it takes me to insert Lauren into this /hj #hilda #hilda the series #hilda netflix #netflix hilda #frilda #Frida Hilda #hilda Frida #hilda kaisa #Kaisa hilda #hilda johanna #johanna hilda #sketchbook ship #sketchbook #kaisanna #hilda au #au #hmmm #what to call this au #sketchbook roleswap au #for now #cause I think that’s taken ? #I’ll think of something #hhh wanna draw witch johanna sooo bad

[legendofzoodles]

LU thought for the day: 

Wild, Sky, Legend and Wolfie are the chain’s parkour team

Wild is the only one of the chain who has a designated jump button in his game, he can sprint, he has spiderman tier climbing skills and can use Sheikah Slate runes to manipulate his surroundings to make travelling easier. On top of having an adventurous spirit I believe he’d have a fun time trying to get from point A to B in the most creative if reckless way possible:

Four: [staring down the ravine] It’s too deep. Any ideas on how we can get across?

Wild: [smiles and walks off to cut down a tree]

Four: We can’t use that trunk as a bridge, it’s not long enough.

Four: How did you turn it yellow? What rune are you using?

Four: Hey! Stop hitting it with your sword; you’ll dull the blade!

Four: Wait...what’s that ticking noise? 

Wild: [grabs Four and chaos ensues]

Sky can sprint, flip and lightly parkour in his own game- sure he gets winded pretty easily but that doesn’t negate his stellar technique. He probably doesn’t take risks, but is confident enough in his skills to pull of some impressive moves If any of the members like Wild and Hyrule saw him pull off a sweet walk kick then they’d for sure pester him to teach them that move:

Sky: Why can’t we just go in through the entrance? If we ask nicely and explain that we’re with Wild they’ll have to let us in. 

Wars: This is the only way. Our statuses don’t make us an exception to their rules and neither of us can convincingly pretend to be a ‘vai’. Now, can you catapult me to the wall?

Sky: What if I throw you at a bad angle or what if you don’t stick the landing? Lemme just...

Wars: I know it’s a risk but-

Sky: [casually sprints up wall, grabs the edge and pulls himself up in one fluid motion]

Wars: Woah.

Wars: You’ve got to teach me that! Though for now can you help me up?

Sky: [collapses on top of the wall] Hang on I need to catch my breath- er, check that the coast is clear. 

Wars:

Legend has the pegasus boots. He may not bother too much about being creative like Wild or technical like Sky, but he has the second highest jump after wolfie thanks to that item, so being able to keep up with those two he’d join in with whatever stunts they try. 

Twilight’s got some impressive agility in human form, just look at some of the hidden skills if you want proof. But wolfie’s on another level. Twilight wouldn’t join their shenanigans in human form anyway, only doing so as wolfie to keep an eye on them. Plus wolfie’s crazy good jumping ability would come in handy:

[chain are trying to sneak into a large monster camp fortified by a tall but fragile wooden wall defence, at night]

Time: Alright wonder trio, any ideas?

Sky: Nope, too high.

Wild: [kicking the rotting wood as the base] It’s still wet from last night’s storm, I can’t climb this.

Legend: Couldn’t we just use our hook shots?

Wars: It doesn’t look structurally sound enough to deal with that kind of force. If we all fire the whole wall could come crashing down and alert the camp to our presence. 

Wind: [getting out his anchor rope] I could use this?

Legend: Can you throw that far?

Wind: [pulling a face] Yes!

Wars: But you’d need to pull us up to take the pressure off the walls' edge. Could you do that?

Wind: ...no, you do it then. 

[suddenly two steel chains belonging to dual clawshots descend from above] 

Hyrule: Have we been spotted?!

Four: [looking up] No, isn’t that...

Wars: [whisper-shouting] Rancher?! How’d you get up there?

Twilight: Leap of faith.

Wars: ...What?

Time: [notices Twi’s shadow crystal around his neck and smirks] Alright captain, we’re going first.

Hyrule: [glancing at his power bracelet] He’s gonna pull them both up at once...?

Legend: Show off.

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Thanks for reading and have a nice day!

Masterlist

9th place in the LU character design ranking

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

#linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu twilight #lu time #lu wolfie #lu warriors #lu legend #lu four #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu wind #linked universe fanfiction #Lu fanfiction #linked universe fanfic #parkour bros

[glittering-moonlillie]

Word Count: 1410

Warnings: Moderately suggestive

When it comes to flirting, either go big or go home

You had always considered yourself a Robin Hood type of person; steal from the stupidly rich and give to the suffering poor. Gotham was a completely broken city, filled with drug dealers, psychotic clowns, and vigilante furries running around trying to keep everything together. No one here was served the justice they deserved and it angered you. Batman and his crew could only do so much, considering they never killed and the villains they arrested always escaped Arkham Asylum within a few months.

You desperately wanted to be of aid to your city, to help and make a mark in some way. You were never the violent type, so you created a different plan to make an impact. One of the things that aggravated you most about this damn city was the huge divide between the rich and poor. The wealthy only used their money to get richer, mostly in ways that would certainly land them in jail until they were wrinkly in any other place. Meanwhile, too many people lined the streets cold and starving, and in desperate need of shelter. It was disgusting how the millionaires of Gotham refused to help their own people.

You were convinced that the only way to help was to force the rich to help Gotham through your own means. Thus, you went to the nearest fabric store and sat down at your sewing machine, attempting to make your vigilante costume. You took inspiration from Catwoman’s attire - all sleek and black, allowing you to slip into the night without being traced; although, instead of stealing for yourself, you would use the money you got in order to help the people on the streets.

The first night you had donned the outfit you had made, you were hit with immediate regret. Gotham was no doubt a dangerous place, especially at night, how would you even be able to sneak into someone’s (probably) heavily guarded mansion and get the money you need? It had taken you several prep talks in the bathroom and a catchy playlist meant to pump you up in order for you to gain the courage you needed to slip out the window of your apartment.

Surprisingly, you did not get caught the first few nights. As a matter of fact, you didn’t get caught at all for the first few months of your newly found hobby. Luck must have really been on your side. The news had deemed you the newest Gotham villain that had terrorized the homes of thousands. You really didn’t care if Gotham called you a villain, the smiling faces of the people you helped in the soup kitchens and on the streets kept you warm enough to persevere through the inaccurate portrayal - but the fact that they had said you robbed thousands of houses -now that was a little generous.

You found yourself getting into a habit, creating a sufficient route of houses that you would rob - ones that would be empty so that you wouldn’t have to deal with people. Perhaps that is how you got into this situation.

You would have sworn you were careful when entering and leaving the house, no one was around and you had already thoroughly disarmed the security cameras with a handy dandy rock. At least - that’s what you had thought until the bag filled with money was kicked from your hands. Something had attached itself to your waist, whirling around your body until your movement was restricted, causing you to fall to the floor with a thud.

“Ow!” A dark shadow loomed over you and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was the traffic light assassin himself. His hair flitted in the wind, the glare he had pierced through your soul. He was hot, sexy even, you knew that the first time you saw him on your small TV screen. Seeing him in person though? Now that was enough fodder for you to go home with.

“Well…this is kinky.” Curse you and your uncensored mouth. You couldn’t help it, being in uncomfortable situations pushed a button in your brain that caused you to have absolutely no filter whatsoever.

Robin seemed to cringe, his nose crinkling and his mouth twisting into a deeper frown. “What were you doing up here?”

You pulled yourself up from the floor into a sitting position, your knees rubbing together. “I was stealing from this asshole's house, obviously. I thought you were smarter than that, boy wonder.”

Robin stepped closer to you and eventually crouched down. “You have spent the past few months stealing from rich houses like this,” He grabbed the bag of money and held it in front of you, “I want to know what you are doing with this money and why you are stealing it.”

The proximity of you two made your heart skip multiple beats, it was shocking how you didn’t die on the spot. You could briefly see his eyes through his mask, but not enough to make out a definite shape or color. Heat rose up your neck and the rope around you seemed too tight all of a sudden. Truly, you were speechless. This seemed to amuse Robin.

“Is that enough of an answer for you, darling.” A smirk tugged at his exquisite lips. It took all of the self restraint you had not to push yourself forward and kiss him.

You flashed him your own smirk. “Hm, I’m not sure if I want to tell you yet. Maybe there’s a way you can force the answer out of me.”

Robin leaned in closer, just enough so you could feel his breath fanning your cheek. “And what makes you think I would ever do that?”

“Because,” You shrugged, “I am irresistible.”

Something about that statement made Robin suddenly pull away and turn his back towards you, creating an achingly long distance between you two. He cleared his throat, his face now just as scarlet as yours. He readjusted his gloves.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while. It’s surprising how no one has been able to unearth your identity yet, considering how reckless you are and how complacent you have become.” A shiver runs down your spine.

“You don’t seem like a villain, your pattern suggests that you purposefully try to avoid confrontations and fights. I also noticed that you have only been robbing from Gotham’s elites, notably the more…scummy…ones.”

“Is this normally how you sweet talk women into your bed?” You snorted.

He decided to ignore your statement. “Whatever you are doing with this money, it must be important enough to risk your life every week.”

“Ah, there’s that intelligence that people find so attractive-” You attempted to say before Robin cut you off.

“You are so talkative, it makes me wonder if you ever shut up.” His husky voice sent you spiraling further into the clouded lands of desire.

“Then maybe you should find a way to shut me up, Robin.” You said in the most seductive voice you could muster. It seemed that that statement made the young vigilante hero flustered, his gloved hand covering his face and his head shaking in disapproval. Finally, he let out a long, drawn out, sigh.

“You are absolutely impossible, you know that? Just tell me why you are doing this.”

While the conversation continued, you managed to shimmy the pocket knife you had (for emergencies) out of your, well, pocket. You carefully took one of the wires and slowly began to cut. The rope proceeded to break with a snap, quickly alerting Robin to your new freedom - but before he could do anything about it, you had already wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in close enough to kiss him if you gave yourself a tiny push.

“I don’t feel like telling you just yet, lil Birdie.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Sadly, as much as I have loved this interaction of ours, I do have to bid you goodbye. Maybe next time you’ll catch me again, hm?”

Robin stared at you in shock, his hand hovering over the place you had kissed him, the money a forlorn memory in his mind. He watched as your frame was swallowed by the thick, black, shadows of Gotham. It took him a few seconds, but his smirk slowly made its way back onto his face. If it was a game you wanted, it was a game you were going to get.

To be completely honest, writing flirty readers is very hard for me, mostly because I am unable to flirt to save my life; nevertheless, this was insanely fun to write! I hope that it lives up to your standards! Thank you so much for the request!!!!

Now off to write part three of I hate you, be my girlfriend >:DD

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WIP Wednesday (because it's still Wednesday somewhere!)

Thank you so much for the tags recently. Even if I've not been responding to them I've been reading what everyone has been working on and it continues to astound me just how wonderfully talented this fandom is. Keep being fabulous, each and every one of you!

Would it really be a WIPsday of mine if I ever posted on time in my timezone?

That's right folks, Trails is back! Edits are happening with the next chapter, which I'm hoping I'll be able to share soon. My team and I are working through edits for chapters about one a week at the moment. I may have to go to bi weekly posting though, as writing has slowed down on the newer chapters. But we shall see. The muses are fickle, and may return to me, one day.

A huge thank you has to go out to my beta team, my friend Zoë (who isn't on tumblr), @artsyunderstudy, @cutestkilla and @iamamythologicalcreature! I couldn't have got this fic back on track without you all!!

But for now, a snippet from the next chapter. Baz POV.

The knife is kicked from my grip and sent flying into the river by a heavy work boot and another crewman drops into the lifeboat. I lurch away, almost back to back with Simon, the crowbar digging into my shoulder. I grope behind me, drawing it from his braces. “Told you it’d come in handy,” Snow smirks. “We’ll have time for ‘told you so’s later.” “Promises,” he purrs. You have no idea, Snow. Crowbar raised over my head, I swing at the newest attacker over the central bench but he deftly steps back out of reach, ducking under my return swing. I cross the bench to keep him on the retreat. He whips his handgun up to shoot but I get a hand around the muzzle and shift his aim. The bullet clangs against the side of the ship and I copy Bunce’s earlier move with the crowbar. I slam it into the man’s wrist and he releases his grip on the gun. My own hand flies open at the impact but I don’t try to fumble for the gun. The splash it makes into the Thames is too faint to make out.  Both hands back on the crowbar I swing for the man’s jaw. The crewman ducks and lunges for my waist grabbing me and knocking me off my feet between the benches. I’m forced to drop the crowbar and shove his face back, thumbs searching for his eye sockets, anything to get him off of me. One of his meaty hands pins my wrist to the bottom of the boat, the other finding my throat.  “Baz!”  Shadows shift as Simon spins, now doubt raising the mattock to attack, but there’s a spray of something warm over me from the other direction. The crewman goes limp in my grip as warm blood trickles down my wrists and beneath my shirt sleeves. Something metal clatters to the floor of the boat as I throw the man’s limp body off of me, and see the wound to the side of his head. Penny’s face is ashen and flecked with the man’s blood. “Penelope Bunce,” I breathe. “Penny, the rope!” Simon’s hand is on my chest gripping my shirt a split second before Penny’s end of the boat drops as the rope snaps. Penny screams and grabs hold of the central bench as Simon helps me sit up. The crewman’s body flops forward and tumbles out of the boat.  “Simon,” Penny calls, pointing over our shoulders. I follow her stare and see the rope Simon had been cutting is almost sawn through as well. More crewmen are shouting above us, seemingly deciding not to bother climbing down the ropes anymore and instead just shoot us from the deck. Hammers cock. A call to take aim. Please, not like this. He doesn’t know how much I love him.

(No pressure) tags for Sunday: @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @cattocavo @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cosmicalart @cutestkilla @dragoneggos @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @raenestee @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @that-disabled-princess @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe 

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We Were Human

Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader

Part 5:

Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.

Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.

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Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse, mentions of torture. It's ascended Astarion, prepare for the worst.

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Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.

You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.

Thank You.

It’s just my luck for this to happen to me. Earlier, the sky had been a clear azure, but it rapidly transformed, now brooding with dark, menacing clouds that swallowed the sun whole. Adding to the irony, I found myself in the hands of the very goblins I was trying to reach before Astarion. I suppose that it was both unlucky and lucky at the same time. As I was led through the goblin camp- well more like forced to walk around unless I wanted to get impaled by a feisty goblin with a spear behind me. 

My capture had happened in a blink- an unexpected encounter with a goblin patrol while I was attempting to trail Astarion. I was just grateful that they decided to ask me what I was doing there instead of attacking right then and there. The charisma that I had harnessed over the months of lying to get past the people I wanted coming in handy. 

All it took was telling the goblins I was there to join their cause and they quickly ushered me deeper into the forest. It didn’t take long to reach their base, the base hidden within the heart of the dense forest amidst the labyrinth of towering trees and verdant undergrowth. Their stronghold was cunningly concealed within a labyrinth of towering trees and lush undergrowth. The settlement was fortified by a wall made of both felled and living trees, an organic barrier that melded seamlessly with its surroundings. Under the dense canopy, daylight struggled to penetrate, the impending storm turning the sky even darker above us, the air heavy with the promise of rain and thick with the scent of smoke. 

The familiar chatter and beating of drums sounded in the air, merry songs muddled with the shouts of anger, excitement, and drunkenness. Passing through the gap of the wooden wall, my nose wrinkles in distaste with the onslaught of goblin smell. I don’t know what I expected and I had no other words to describe the smell other than the smell of multiple things rotting. The camp was a chaotic jumble of makeshift shelters crafted from scavenged materials, standing stubbornly against the elements. There are several crude pits of fire, casting flickers of shadow that dance across goblins faces. Goblins either lounged inebriated, feaster noisily, or darted about with frenetic energy.  The center of the camp is filled with a large ramshackle tent, its fabric patched with various patterns and frayed from use. Surrounding the main tent, are smaller shelters, most being lean-tos made out of fallen sticks and thin logs. 

As I am led to the main tent, goblins gaze upon me with a range from sneering to curiously probing. I stumble slightly as I am harshly pushed into the tent, the flaps of the entrance being pulled back by a grumbling goblin stationed there. I squint against the difference in lighting of the tent. Inside, the tent was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the gloomy daylight outside. A few feeble candles flickered, doing little to dispel the shadows. 

Then, from the depths of the tent, a voice broke the semi-darkness, rock and mocking. “Ah, what a surprise to see you here, hero of Baldurs Gate.”

Recognition from the voice alone caused my eyes to widen in surprise, of course I showed mercy when everyone else in the team advised against it and it has finally come to bite me back. 

“How am I not surprised that you are the one causing trouble, Dror Ragzlin.” I scoff, my eyes adjusting enough to discern his looming silhouette. “Why persist in these schemes? The Absolute is gone, and it was never a god to begin with.”

As he paced the tent, my gaze followed his movements intently. He released a harsh laugh, the sound sharp in the quiet of the tent. “This isn’t about the Absolute anymore,” he declared, his voice echoing slightly, the raucous din of the goblins outside muted by the tent’s thick fabric. “It’s about revenge for what you did to me.”

I rolled my eyes with a scoff, hands landing on my hips. “Seriously? You’re lucky I spared your life!”

“You should have killed me!” He retorted vehemently. “Do you know how hard it is to deal with the embracement and shame of mercy? Death would have been a kindness.”

His words stunned me into silence; this man's foolishness was astounding. Shaking my head in disbelief, I sighed, “You can’t seriously believe that. It’s absurd. Instead of turning your life around, you persist in the very actions that led you here.” Pinching the bridge of my nose, I muttered, “Looks like I might have to finish the job this time.”

Dror’s chuckled was deep and unsettling, sending shivers down my spine. 

“That-” He paused, the sounds of feet shuffling against the floor of the tent alerted me.The candles flickered out one by one, their light succumbing to the growing darkness, leaving only a solitary flame to my left. My muscles tense, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at my waist as I prepared to summon a flame to light the room. But before I could act, the tent flap burst open, flooding the space with blinding daylight. 

I recoiled, realizing just how close Dror Ragzlin had approached; he was only a few   steps away from me, easily within striking distance. He wasn’t alone; several goblins lined the walls, their grins menacing in the dim light. A nervous breath escaped me, aware of how perilous my situation might've become had we not been interrupted. 

Dror Ragzlin snared, looking at the goblin that opened the tent. She was hunched over, breathing heavily, the beads in her  hair clinking softly. Shadows played across ehr form as she struggled for breath under the harsh outside light. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” She gasped, voice hoarse, “It’s just that-” She paused to clear her throat again, the urgency in her eyes unmistakable. 

“Spit it out already or the next breath you take will be your last.” Ragzlin snarled, his sharp teeth catching the harsh light gleaming in.

The goblin took a deep breath, stammering as she replied, “Someone has broken into the camp and is slaughtering everyone!” She exclaimed, her voice trembling with urgency as she fixed her gaze on Dror.. “We’re losing warriors by the dozens. No matter how we retaliate, he just carves through us-as if we’re nothing.”

My eyes widened at her words- she said him. 

“What did he look like?” I demanded

Both Dror and the goblin shifted their attention to me. The goblin’s mouth opened, but Dror’s stern look silenced her. “I…don’t know,” she murmured, her voice strained as if honesty caused her physical discomfort-a surprising notion of a creature usually so adept at deceit. 

I shot an irritated glance at Dror. “What do you get out of not telling me?” I pressed, hoping my voice masked the creeping dread I felt. If it really was him, my fear was justified, yet I could not let that fear paralyze me. As I weighed my next move, Dror signaled subtly, and the armed goblins lining the tent’s edges swiftly departed, their faces set with grim determination, unaware of the slaughter that likely awaited them.

Dror lifted the tent flap, the female goblin hovering behind, poised to follow. 

“Stay put, or things will get worse for you,” he warned. 

I fought the urge to respond sharply, my throat tightening with fear. The mere thought of facing him again, after our earlier encounter, dredged up nightmares I had long tried to suppress: memories of being pinned down, cut repeatedly as my own vampiric blood fought to heal the wounds only for them to be reopened- him observing, a grotesque smile playing on his lips while adoring acolytes clung to him as though her were a deity. The memories of unbearable hunger twisted my stomach; I had been so famished I thought of ripping out my own entrails, but I couldn’t, no matter how deeply my nails dug into my flesh. I could never bring myself to do it. His laughter echoed in my mind as he once forced me into sunlight, my skin bubbling and dripping off my very own bones, until he forcefully dragged me back to the shadows and forced me to drink blood in order to continue living for his own pleasures. Resistance was useless; his compulsion was absolute, leaving me powerless and broken. 

An ear-piercing scream shattered my descent into the past, reverberating through the goblin camp. I stared, wide-eyed, at the tent flaps, the chaos outside syncing with the pounding in my ears. I had to stop him, but the enormity of that task loomed over me now. 

“Stay Away.” 

Astarions voice suddenly rang in my ears. His body doubled over, grappling with an unseen agony. Stay Away. He told me as he shuffled backwards, his eyes wide not with fear of me but of what he might do to me. He was battling something internal, perhaps his very nature. . 

Without fully processing my decision, I bolted from the tent. The scene outside instantly froze me in my tracks. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood mixed with the acrid stench of burning flesh. Fire rampaged through the camp, casting wild shadows as panicked goblins scrambled, desperately seeking a way to overcome an unstoppable foe. The carefree revelry I had first witnessed was annihilated, replaced by sheer survival.

A goblin darted past, arms laden with weapons, oblivious to my presence. I trailed him, cautious of becoming an unintended target. It wasn’t long before I encountered the epicenter of the carnage. 

There he stood in the midst of it all, his figure shrouded in a macabre cloak of crimson. Fog crawled along the ground, cloaking everything in a deceptive calm. Blood, dark and viscous, coats his skin in a mosaic of pain and violence. It drips from his moonlight hair in rivulets, staining his features with a grotesque mask of beauty. At his feet, a sea of bodies formed a grim carpet.

His movements were eerily calm as he lifted the severed head of Dror Ragzlin by the hair. The morning light filtered through dense clouds, casting a pale glow on his teeth as they parted slightly. I watch in silent horror as he tilts his head back, blood dripping into his mouth, some missing and streaking down his chin. His once vibrant clothing was now a sodden tapestry of dark stains, each a silent witness to his brutal deeds. 

I was frozen, eyes flashing to what was before me. This is what happened in my previous life. This is what destroyed him. This is what I was meant to stop but- I was too late. A distant cry snapped me back to the present. He let the head drop, and it landed with a soft thud, swallowed by the fog. Nudging something with my boot, I bent down and recoiled as my fingers closed around the cold, severed head. I straightened, the dead eyes staring back at me, the mouth agape unbelievably wide  in a permanent scream of terror. 

Releasing a shaky breath, sweat beaded down my neck. I dropped the head, which hit the ground with another dull thud. Suddenly, the owner of the earlier battle cry materialized through the fog. He  moves, a flash of violence as one moment an ax is raised and the nex it has raced through the air, the blade glinting ominously before embedding itself in the ground beside me, a green, bloodied hand still clutched around the handle. Blood slowly drips down the hand, creating small ravines of blood on the wooden handles. 

Swallowing hard, I looked back through the fog, where he kneels before the goblin, both figures fading into the mist. The crackling of flames devouring the camp mingled with the ringing in my ears, overwhelming my heightened senses. I widened my stance, every nerve on edge, attuned to a danger I could not yet see. 

My heart, though lifeless, threatened to burst from my chest as an arm encircles my waist, yanking me against a solid frame. A hand clamped over my mouth, stifling the scream that clawed its way up my throat. 

He clicked his tongue, his breath warm and disquieting by my ear. “What are you doing here, pet?” he murmured, his voice a sinister melody that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers eased from my lips, tracing a path along my bottom lip and jaw before coming to rest ominously at the crook of my neck. I was in this exact position before but this time, it was different-cold and calculating. His grip on my neck served as a chilling reminder; it was not affection but control, poised to turn lethal with any misstep. 

Gulping down the fear that thickened my throat, I mustered a facade of bravery. “I was-” My voice trembled. I moistened my lips, gathering the shards of my resolve. “Looking for you.”

Chuckle rumbled in his throat, amusement coloring his tone. “Looking for me? And why is that, pet?” The pressure of his fingers increased, pinching my skin, a pointed reminder of his dominance. 

The truth of my next words could provoke his wrath, but silence was no longer an option. I had not returned from the past to quiver under his gaze; I had come to confront the past, to change him and to save us both. Pushing past the paralysis of fear, I declared, “To stop you.”

A hush fell, thick and suffocating. I waited, every nerve taut, for his reaction. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, the sound sharp and devoid of any real joy. He released me as he stepped away, allowing me to spin towards him, my breath catching at the sight of him.  

Blood marred his mouth, his lips a grim canvas of crimson horror. The eyes that had once danced with vitality now shimmered with a void of emptiness, shadowed by unseen specters. His smile twisted cruelly, revealing fans slick with dark blood. His laughter subsided, leaving his chest heaving with its remains. 

“No need?” I echoed, incredulity sharpening my voice. His eyebrow arched, a silent challenge. At that moment, my patience shattered. I wouldn’t let his menacing  demeanor silence me. Gesturing to the chaos around us, I pressed on, “Look around you! All this carnage, this needless slaughter-this isn’t our mission. We were not sent here to massacre every single one of these goblins.”

His expression darkened, a storm brewing in his gaze. His lips twisted into a force scowl. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice resonating from deep within. 

“I’m your wife,” I replied, the words stark and heavy in the air between us. Standing before him, the man who haunted my darkest memories, the distinction between him and Astarion was stark yet irrelevant in the face of my fear. A battle loomed-not just between us but within myself-and I clung to the hope that I would not falter.

“No.” That single word fell from his lips before his blood-stained hand clamped onto my cheeks, tugging with brute force to make me meet his gaze. He leaned in, our noses almost touching, his eyes drilling into mine with ferocious intensity. “You are my consort. Not my wife,” he snarled. 

Confusion and anger knitted my brows together as I met his piercing stare. “Consort?” I echoed, my voice tinged with defiance. “Is that just another term to claim me as your spawn? Another way to soothe your conscience, Master?” Venom dripped from my words, mirroring the malice he often showed me.

A chilling silence followed my outburst. His grip on my jaw tightened, threatening to crush the bones-something only my vampiric blood prevented. Our eyes locked, unblinking until without so much as a twitch of his lips, he hurled me to the ground. The earth beneath me, muddied with gore and viscera, squelched under my weight. My hands and robe stained with the filth of battle, I hit the ground with a force that left my body aching, sure to bruise. 

He towered over me, never stooping even as he gazed down at me as if I were beneath him. Tilting his head slightly, he seemed almost to savor the sight of me in such a depraved position. “It seems you do not know your place, Consort,” he scowled, the pure disdain in his voice unmistakable. “No matter,” he mused, his tone chillingly casual.  “I know exactly how to teach you respect.”

A sinister smile curled his lips as he noted the confusion on my face. He lifted his gaze to the overcast sky, humming thoughtfully. “I wonder how long these clouds will shield you from your demise.”

Panic widened my eyes; his cryptic words hinted at a terrifying fate. The privilege of withstanding daylight was now revoked from me. My mouth opened, but words failed me. No plea for mercy would sway him, would save me from this man. Driven by instinct and terror, I scrambled to my feet, my hands reaching for the familiar strands of magic, the weave that had always been my anchor. 

I chanted the cantrip for Misty Step, desperation fueling each repetition as I pulled on the weave, feeling it burn within me. It didn’t matter that the city was near, my life hung by a mere thread. No matter how far I got away from him, his laughter echoed in my ears like a harbinger of my doom.  

Again and again, I casted the spell until I was sure I was sick. Even when my vision blurred from exhaustion, I muttered the spell under my breath. My body was soaked with my own sweat, tears of panic and despair flooding my vision. Even as I breached the city's walls, I didn’t stop; not when the sun was now at its peak and the clouds could no longer hold it back. 

Spell after spell, I cast until sickness overwhelmed me. Even as my vision blurred and my body protested, soaked in sweat and tears, I continued to mutter the incantations. Finally reaching the city, I didn’t stop-not when the sun climbed higher, the clouds thinning dangerously. The previous gloomy weather seemingly disappearing with every passing moment.

Casting the cantrip, my feet landed against a tiled roof- choosing to avoid the crowd that could prevent me from making it to my destination in time. Only the footing on the roof slipped upon a loose tile. A raspy gasp was all that signified my fear as I plummeted down to the stone walkway below. A scream rang out from a passerby as I cracked, body wracked with pain, painting on the cold stone, my nails digging into the ground.

Every muscle in my body screamed, my eyes begging to close, to rest, yet I forced myself up. The fall had broken something within me, causing me to lose focus on simply casting and ignore everything else. I was too drained to tap into the weave, too weary to walk straight. I stumbled through the crowded streets, jostling against strangers, too parched and desperate to apologize. 

I avoided the path that would lead me back to the crimson palace. It was perhaps a folly, but with my skin still crawling from the memory of pain and the muffle of fear clouding my senses, I couldn’t bring myself to return to the place he would inevitably come back to.  

Seeking refuge, I made my way to the one place in the lower city that promised even a whisper of safety-a modest house tucked away in a secluded corner, home to a solitary resident. My steps faltered as I approached, my hand raised to knock but my strength betrayed me. I swayed, crashing heavily into the door and relying on it to keep me upright.

“Bloody hells!” came a startled voice from within. “I swear to the gods, I’ll bust your hea-Shit!” The exclamation cut off abruptly as the door swung open, and I nearly collapsed through the threshold. Warm arms quickly enveloped me, steadying my trembling form. “Woah, soldier, are you alright?” Karlac’s concern was evident, her face etching with more questions that seemed to dissolve into the thick air around us. Her words barely registered as the relentless grip of fear that had ensnared me, keeping my body awake, finally began to loosen. As darkness edged my vision, cloaking the world in shadows, a single, haunting thought pierced my weary mind:

Was I really meant for this?

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Elvis Masterlist

Last Updated 12.05.2023

I just wanted to come here quickly and explain that I’m not the best at descriptions. I promise that the actual fic is much better then what the description says. While not every fic has a symbol, it is important to note that these symbols are universal.

Smut is Indicated by: ✿ Dark Themes are indicated by: ❥ Requested fics are indicated by: ♛

Back to the main Masterlist! Requests are always open! (Though, it may take awhile)

Elvis (Currently on Hiatus)

♢ Haylo Blakely is an upcoming a artist, when she is introduced to Elvis. An old friend that she grew up with. Though, she doesn’t recognize the guy due to his now dark hair. Elvis doesn’t recognize his friend as well, that is until a heart to heart where everything makes sense. The two are the top controversial popular artists that rise to the top, all while being deeply in love with each other. 

Story Teaser

♢ This teaser just gives a hint of what this story will be like. You will see this again in one of the chapters. I wanted to give a sense of the reader, and how her and Elvis worked together.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Just The Nurse

♢ You’re hired as a personal nurse to the famous singer, Elvis Presley. Only issue is that... well.. Elvis has no idea. You were hired by his own father, who is concerned for his health. You weren’t a hundred percent sure at first... but hey... you needed the money. What could go wrong?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Bonus Fanart created by: @nora-nexus-34​ 

Personal Nurse (Just the Nurse Extended)

♢ You’re hired as a personal nurse to the famous singer, Elvis Presley. Only issue is that... well.. Elvis has no idea. You were hired by his own father, who is concerned for his health. You weren’t a hundred percent sure at first... but hey... you needed the money. What could go wrong? Not to mention, who would say no to working next to Elvis Presley.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

♛ Number Duex

♢ Being an assistant to one of the worlds greatest stars has its perks... well if you looked past having to work with the Colonel. He hated you... god... he saw you as a whore assistant who was there to be on your hands and knees for Elvis. He knew this was all just a game to you. A game to reel Elvis in to be yours. Despite your feelings towards Elvis... you had to proof the Colonel wrong.

Part 1, Part 2

The Twelve Days of Christmas

♢ A collection of short fics that all correspond into one fic read! All twelve days will have their own special fic with a small secret inside of them. Will you be able to find out the secret before the end?

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12, Final 

Heated Argument

♢ Elvis distances himself from the reader after some news from the colonel. The reader gives him his space, but is ultimately upset about it. When coming home one day she discovers some unfortunate news.

I Hate Elvis

♢ After having things go terrible wrong to the reader after she first met him. Because of that, she blamed Elvis for everything, hence why the reader hates Elvis. What happens when he performs at the bar the reader is working at?

Secret Love Affair

♢ Reader has been in relation with Elvis for years now, and has finally had enough. They are tired of being left in the shadows and can’t take being away from him any longer.

Caught in a Trap

♢ The reader is caught in a trap, aka with her boyfriend, and she can’t exactly escape. If she could she would’ve left already. Essentially a stranger, Elvis, saves her.

Part 1, Part 2 ✿​

♛ Habits 

♢ Based off the song Habit (Stay High) by Tove Lo. Reader has just had their heart broken by the infamous Elvis Presley. They hope to run into him at Club Handy, but it never happens. Until one night... and when she does see him, she doesn’t want to see him anymore.

❥ Hayloft 2

♢ Based off the song Hayloft II by Mother Mother. The reader is faced with the consequences of their actions. Not knowing what to do, or where to go... they go to Elvis, who doesn’t even have to think about anything and helps them. It doesn’t matter what they did, you saved his life and he loved you. He would do anything for you.

Lonely

♢ Reader feels lonely, hence the name. After feeling alone all the time, Elvis wanted to surprise her with a special little gift. Something to make her feel less lonely.

Help, I Need Somebody

♢ Reader suffers through drug abuse for almost a decade in their live. Their parents finally have enough and trick them. They go on a trip to what the reader assumes is to the fair... boy were they wrong. Their parents took them to a rehabilitation center. The reader feels hurt at once, but decides its better to just go with it. It’s not so bad... they end up meeting someone there. 

♛ Driving Lessons 

♢ 50's austin!elvis teaching you to drive after you've begged him (in the 50's it wasn't very normal for women to drive, but he loves to spoil you) and on one of your first few outings driving alone you crash, and he finds out while on tour by the press asking him a question regarding it then he goes to you after learning of it!”

“I’ll Be Their Dad”

♢ Reader’s boyfriend leaves her after finding out she’s pregnant, and Elvis helps the reader through this hard time, eventually becoming her babies dad.

“You’re Her Daddy”

♢ Reader meets Elvis during his first year at the International Hotel. What started as a forced accidently kiss turned into something much more... Where love blossoms and activities happen.

The Inbetween

♢ After death you arrive at the inbetween. A place that isn’t heaven nor hell. It it a place where you finish your unfinished business. A place where you are graded. A place you wait until you can go to heaven... or hell. However... what happens if you never leave?

Expiration Date

♢ After your best friends departure for the army, you found yourself lost and alone. Barely leaving the house. You write him letters every single day that passes by thinking it wouldn’t be too long until he came back... but even when he did return... he forgot about you. 

❥ Killer Queen

♢ The Killer Queen is one of the world's most dangerous serial killers who targets teenagers. While she may seem all perfect on the outside, don’t let that fool you and cause you your own death. Let’s be smart and think about this for a minute. 

Not My Father

♢ While being locked away from your father... you end up developing a relationship with someone he told you was off limits. What happens when you start to break the rules more and more every day?

Rhapsody

♢ The secret life is not so easy. While it sounds all nice and games... someone ends up getting hurt... and the secret gets out there. Maybe it's better to have your name out there. 

♛ Fine Lady

♢ Yourself and your family go out to one of your grandsons stand up show. To say the least... you got more then you bargained out of it. Yet, you couldn’t be more proud of him... and you have no one but Elvis to thank for that.

Hospital Stays

♢ Being in the hospital is no fun, but when you have a loving obnoxious husband there by your side... It ain’t so bad. Well, it can’t get any worse that is. 

Daily Struggles

♢ Everyone has something they deal with on a daily. Some may call them struggles, others may call them blessings. One thing for sure, is that having someone there to help you day to day with your... struggles... or blessings... it always makes it better in the end. 

Lil Baby Presley 

♢ In life, you are sometimes faced with the hardest choice. Leaving the one you love for their own good. You didn’t want Elvis to throw away hi life and career just because of a silly mistake you made. Maybe one day your roads will pass, but until then... you want to stay far away from him. 

♛ That Tour Life

♢ You always wondered what it would be like to be on tour with Elvis. You kept begging and begging. All you wanted to do was be with your s/o and experience what he experiences for several weeks at a time. After enough time... it finally happened and he let you come along. 

It’s Only Love

♢ Birthdays are celebrations to welcome in a new age. Yet, they get a bit funny when someone is stuck at one age for the rest of eternity. How do you go ahead and deal with that? Do you still celebrate? Or do you just sit around the house all day and mourn. 

Besides You

♢ You always fought yourself for how your sadness took over constantly. You felt as if it took Elvis away from many opportunities simply because you weren’t in the mood. It was never fair to him, and because of that you felt more sadden.

♛ Metal Love

♢ You got weird a lot of weird looks, and sometimes while it was fun... it got annoying after some time. Especially when people started to threaten you... and well... and bully you. It was nice to have your boyfriends back though. He made sure you were loved. 

The Famous Truth

♢ After finding your husband your husband in bed with another women, you feel your life falling apart. Yet, being away from him just made everything worse. You loved him, and you knew he cheated and you should never forgive him... but he was a father. He was your husband... 

Unexpected Guests

♢ Having kids with the king of rock and roll had it’s challenges. But one thing that wouldn’t change is the love the twins had for him, and the love he had for them. Even if things can go a bit wrong at his concerts. 

♛ Pretty Boy

♢ Having a handsome boy to call all yours was something. Being able to lay in bed and tell each other stories about your childhood... That was the time you longed for. The time you wanted to spent with your pretty boy. 

Red String

♢ Ever heard of the red string of fate? If you haven’t, that’s okay. Let’s just say, you were still waiting to find your soulmate. Yet, when you do, of course it has to be with some annoying jackass. 

One Last Goodbye

♢ Having someone leave you is the worse feeling in the world. You have to learn to live without them, and that’s the hardest part of them all. You didn’t want to live without them. You wanted them by your side.

Staying In

♢ Being sick was the worst experience in the world. Well, there are bigger issues and pains, but while you were sick... it was something else. When Elvis returns much sooner then expected, you decide to keep it from him. He shouldn’t have to worry about you while he has other things to worry about. 

❥ A Night To Forget

♢ The Colonel was not someone you wanted to mess with. Hell, no one wanted to mess with him. He had his strong opinions, and would do anything to make sure his boy was making him money. You remence your time when meeting Elvis and the events that led up to... the Colonel's end.

Thanksgiving

♢ Thanksgiving is all fun in games until you are the one hosting. With light distractions, and unwanted guests, dinner goes on like normal. Along with some delightful news.

Thunderstorms... At Night

♢ Headcanons for when the reader is woken up in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm. This could be read with Elvis or Austin!Elvis

Pregnancy 

♢ Headcanons for how a relatively young Elvis would react to his significant other being pregnant with his child.  This could be read with Elvis or Austin!Elvis

Elvis With Twins

♢ Headcanons based off my last ones. I wanted to voice into how he would act with having twins. There is a possibility that I could make some where he has one kid or even more. This could be read with Elvis or Austin!Elvis

♛ Bath Time

♢ Headcanons for what it would be like to have a Bath with Elvis! This could be read with Elvis or Austin!Elvis in mind!

Trick or Trick

♢ Headcanons for trick or treating with Daddy!Elvis! Who doesn’t love some daddy daughter time with Elvis... and with costumes! This could be read with Elvis or Austin!Elvis in mind!

Pumpkin Carving

♢ Headcanons for pumpkin carving with Elvis! This could be read with Elvis or Austin!Elvis in mind. There is no clear indicator of either or.

Halloween Decorations

♢ Headcanons for halloween decorating with Elvis! This could be read with Elvis or Austin!Elvis in mind. This is no clear indicator of either or. 

Fall Treats

♢ Headcanons for some fall baking with Elvis! Well, more or less baking and then Elvis coming home afterwards to your freshly baked goods. This could be read with either Elvis or Austin!Elvis in mind. There is no clear indicator of either or. 

Drabbles from 08.03.2022

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[ask-the-royal-absol]

Felix panicked. This being that was in front of him was one of the beings he had seen in the Spirit Realm. The Void Spirit. This being had once kicked Felix out of the Spirit Realm when he first entered it because he was no experienced enough to enter. This was one of the gods of his and Destino’s world and he was in front of them.

Singularity: I’m so glad I didn’t need to spend ages doing that. I’m already in a lot of trouble for keeping you here longer than you should be.

Destino looked towards their friend, frozen in fear. They took another look at the being in front of them.

Destino: What’s got you so spooked, Felix? This guy seems so weak that he would fall helpless to my power.

Felix: Destino, that is the Void Spirit. One of the major gods of our world. The one who lurks in the shadows. The creature I told you about when I’ve been in the Spirit Realm. That one. Dripping shadows. Ya remember?

Destino: Hmmmm……..I suppose I remember you talking about him. But are you sure this is the same guy? He doesn’t look god-like. Looks kinda pathetic to me.

Felix: Maybe don’t call the god of our world pathetic Destino! He could destroy us in seconds flat! I’m sure it’s him. Same eyes.

Singularity: It’s nice of you to remember me. And I’m quite pleased with how you’ve been using my realm. Using it to help spirits move on? It’s nice it’s starting to be used and treated as a place to help the dead, rather than imprison me. Anyway.

Destino: Oh great, even the gods know about that. I thought you kept that private.

Felix: Destino, this is an all-powerful and all-knowing being. Of course he’s gonna know! Forgive my friend, lord of shadows and the endless nothingness that comes beyond. They need a few lessons on respect.

Singularity: No need to apologise for them. I find their comments amusing. I shall release your arm so you can have access to your friend. I would say for you not to use this opportunity to break out but I know you couldn’t. Hurry now.

The shadows around Felix allowed him to reach out his arm towards Destino. He hadn’t had to cure anyone from poison in a while. He put his hand on his friend and began to absorb the intoxication that was in Destino’s bloodstream. A faint purple glow flashed in his eyes. It was always interesting how different each poison felt to him. This one had a slight tingle to it.

And soon the intoxication had disappeared. Destino really had drank a lot; it was a lot for Felix to absorb. Felix panted.

Destino: Well, at least I’ll be able to rely on you if I want to prevent a hangover. That dual typing really comes in handy, huh? I’m impressed.

Felix: Thanks pal. Though please don’t ever drink that heavily again. That took a lot outta me.

Singularity: Excellent. I knew you could do it. Now, time to send you back to where you came from.

And with the click of his fingers, Singularity opened a portal and dragged the both of them in. The swirling, shadowy portal closed behind him, leaving not a trace of the three ever being at the library.

[Destino, Felix and Singularity have left the Gala]

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[liviavanrouge]

sooo do you mind fleshing out more info about Jaguar Faes?

Well let's start it off by saying the population if currently split. There are fae jaguars living in the Treetop Hidden Village and some who served under Ambert during his possession and returned to the Valley of Thorns after he was freed.

The time of day of how Fae Jaguars get their abilities:

Fae Jaguars born at night have more telepathic powers, example being Duke who is a mind reader and a prophet and Cobra who has weak prophet abilities. Fae Jaguars born during the day(Livia, Thea, etc), get more destructive powers like venom shooting, camouflage, emotion/aura sensing(If they have light fae blood), Super sonic etc.

Most are also born with wings while some are not, it's rare to see a fae jaguar with wings which is why both Livia and Duke are called defective by some.

Fae jaguar also fight/hunt like animals, they'll fight on all fours and hunt that way too since it's instinct for them.

Back to the day and night thing. Night fae jaguar tend to have darkened hair color, Duke has dark gold, Cobra has swamp green hair. Fae jaguars born during the day have lighter hair colors(Livia being an exception), like Thea who has pink hair and Honey who's hair is blond. And day fae jaguars enjoy lounging in the sun as it keeps their hair bright and gives them the energy they need to do daily tasks assigned to them.

They're group species, who enjoy having a community around them to interact with and help. Some fae jaguars are solitary but they don't mind asking for help every once in a while.

They're also smart with nature and building, as they're aple to make tranquilizers with Sleeping Thorns, and were the ones who created the Draconia Castles even though they had no idea what they should build.

The community also helps raise orphans or kids with disabilities, working together when teaching them an example being Handy who had a small case of autism but Lenia and the others helped him learn to live with it.

Some notable powers that fae jaguars have are: Venom shooting, Mind reading, Prophetic powers, Camouflage, Flight, Super hearing and smell, emotion sensing, venom claws, stingers hidden in the fur of their tails, Shadow control, talking to plants and fire breathing

When It comes to mating fae jaguar prefer other cat species as its easier to bring new life into the world. Some partner with canines and other species but it's slightly harder for them to have offspring and some come out slightly defective(Marrone, Duke's son). Though others are able to have offspring with ease due to stronger bodies and fertility(Future Livia and Jack, alongside Future Meena and her partner).

Fae Demon Jaguars are a whole species of their own, they're related to fae jaguars but not exactly the same species. Some notable powers from them is fireproof wings, hypnotic voices, fire bending, and venom teeth(None of these Livia has, only Virda and Theema, they're lost abilities to the current fae demon jaguars)

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Known abilities for each fae jaguar

Thea: Emotion/aura sensing, venom claws, camouflage, several unknown abilities

Livia: Emotion/Aura sensing, nature speaking, venom firing teeth, super sonic, fire breathing, flight, camouflage, super smell, several unknown abilities

Virda: Fireproof wings, hypnotic voice, venom teeth, fire bending, camouflage, flight

Theema: Fireproof wings, hypnotic voice, venom teeth, fire bending

Handy: Camouflage, flight, poison stinger, fire breathing, two unknown abilities

Lenia: Flight and camouflage

Duke: Mind reader, prophet, shadow control, flight

Cobra: Weak prophet powers

Honey: Flight, venom firing teeth, camouflage, nature speaking, super hearing

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All add more to them but for now this is everything about them.

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[roseofrevolt]

Angel In The Mirror

The Angel in the Mirror™ was marketed during the 1995 holiday season as a means of communing with a deity without the inconveniences of a complex faith. For the low price of 59.99, you would have unfettered divining rights to discern even the most mysterious of life's questions. For a ritual object, it was a fairly simple set-up compared to what could be found in the ostentatious halls of the Oblationist. Gone were the days of making the trip out to receive banal gifts and visions from the various registered gods. This was the modern family's solution to keep up with work-worship balance. All that production needed was a single pane of two-way glass, backlit by a bulb no brighter than what you'd find in a nightlight. With a flick of a switch you would blur the other side of the mirror and await her visage to find its way to you. The shadow of a resplendent being, wings outstretched and welcoming you into her presence. A handy guide of hymns and prayer was included free with every purchase. All the praise and thanks she would ever need. "From afar, we watch the world. From within, we watch ourselves. You are the sight beyond sight. Grace us so we may one day see."

Of course, making a god was the big strategic cost. The company thought we'd be a little clever and repurpose a minor one that the courts had deemed too unwieldly for the general public. The freaky backwoods types that you see on the news every now and again. Something with all the work already put into it.

The Damselfly. She Who Bears Witness. Initially we were afraid of what the focus groups would think of some great insect, but the aspects that had been used to create her fit what we had been looking for. Soothsaying, guardian of oracles and the lost, and most importantly, omen of well-being to a newly built household. She agreed to our rebranding ideas after we had explained how useful she would be again. Pterostigma was traded in for feathers. When she hit the market, we had thought we had hit gold. Initial sales sold like hot cakes, and the reviews coming in had branded the Angel in the Mirror™️ as the fad of the year. We were finding that while families were still our main buyer, there was a smaller but growing demand for her from the 20-25 age demographic. Young adults still in college or entering the workforce, still full of anxiety for the future. "What if I don't pass my classes?" "Is this job what I want to do for the rest of my life?" "How am I going to pay back these loans?"

The more contemporary gods wouldn't have responded to such trivial questions, but the Angel in the Mirror™️ was more than happy to assuage their fears and listen. A gentle voice to give insight into each and every possibility. Her guiding hand reaching out to help walk you through even the most minute detail in some cases. We should have realized what had gone wrong then and there, but we were too blind to the truth of what we had done. May 12th, 1996 was the official start of the recall. We had been destroying the units we had in our facilities months before that however. The first case of a breach had occurred during our preparations for the next holiday season. Some kid down south, without a lick of sense in him, had fashioned her a way through. The divine made flesh is never a pretty sight, but this aspect of her that was able to materialize was definitely not the smiling woman we had plastered in our ads.

Our mistake was not researching what the Damselfly did to her adherents beyond the beneficial. She was a crepuscular predator, who would devour those caught without the options that a future would provide. When she could no longer see the paths ahead for you, she would convince you that there was only one real choice left. Better to be one with her forever than to face a sorrowful tomorrow. We had given her unfettered access beyond the small base that had spawned her. And as report after report started to come through soon after, we knew she was taking advantage of that. Those lucky enough to listen to her during the day found that the sun was too bright for her many eyes, just a moment or two more to decide against her calling. Others were gone the moment she reached through for them.

The officers of The Wasting Maw were able to contain her influence after a short stand-off, but the damage to our brand had been done. We paid our dues in refunds and the usual mandated fines with these sorts of things. Our then CEO even had to address the public, sweating bullets as he apologized for the oversight in our product design, promising that our newest line wouldn't lead to mass disappearences. You still see cultists buying up mirrors online, those who wished to have been called by her or maybe don't understand what it meant. They pay thousnads of dollars to adorn themselves in the shards of what they get their hands on, becoming her eyes out to the world. They pray that she will darken the panes once more and whisper of tomorrow.

#original writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #gods #worldbuilding

[woodsfae]

B5 s03e05 Voices of Authority table of contents • previous episode

Zack Allen the fascist can't get comfortable in his jackbooted thug jacket. Poor fellow. I hope he's even more uncomfrotable till he stops being such an extra fascist. 

Zack Allen heard the mysterious "Code 7-R" and he's on the fascist scent of a mystery! 

Delenn thinks that the Ancients may all be hanging out beyond the Galactic Rim, or sleeping beneath their ancient cities, or are out walking among the stars on errands incomprehensible to lower life forms. Just doin' Ancients things.

Oh! @ladymegana's boytoy is here. Marcus! They're embarking on amission to try to make contact with a higher power. And Draal is coming! Caroline, Sinclair's old surveyor girlfriend (who I hope is living happily off her many, many credits) got rescued from an Ancient by G'Kar personally! I was so suspicious of him then. Simpler times! 

Draal Planet, who is definitely an ancient one of sorts, checked hims planet computers and discovered something which gives him the screaming willies, and he wants them to come look at it. LOL.

Zack Allen is gonna face and probably fail some more ethical dilemnas I suppose, since he's popped up twice this episode already.

G'Kar! And Delenn is being so dismissive and cold! In public. Hmm. Delenn has talked derisively about the cold and unwelcoming nature of Narns before, but it's disappointing seeing G'Kar cut out so much when his people are the only ones who have most recently successfully fought the Shadows. They're such a good resource! And they need alliances! WHy cut them out so strictly?? Sheridan, Delenn, and the Rangers should be trying to ally with them. 

Sheridan has been assigned a "political officer," who is billing herself basically as a secondary commander of B5. Oop, and she's callling on Mr Allen's Nightwatch thingamajig. Of course he heads in for his lil debrief. 

Draal is kinda all over the place. Genial, red-mood-lighting and ominous, saying things like "gives me the willies," from time to time, hates surprises but thinks Ivanova is funny... 

uh-oh. There are no problems on Earth. No homeless, except for people who refuse to work the jobs offered to them to be housed. No poor, except for ditto the previous exception. No crime, except for the mentally unstable, but they're being sorted out of the general population in childhood nowadays... well now I'm much more trepidatious. 

Brave of Susan to let herself be plugged into the whole damn planet! Can't he print it out? Or put it on a usb crystal or whatever? Seems a bit extreme. 

Claudia Christian is face acting for her extreme close-up for all she's worth! 

The CGI has technically improved a lot, but it's still so itself. I love it.

Ancients will be back on Sigma 957 "soon!" But Susan isn't alone! The Shadows got her! Now I"m even more trepidatious! Seriously Draal, slap that shit on an external hard drive next time. 

It sure would be handy if this vision was recorded. Oh! It was! Susan's secret telepathy comes in handy in scrying the past, and Draal Planet does to HD recordings of mental trips across the cosmos! 

Is it like. Secure to talk about top secret stuff on the other side of two tiny sliding doors with a very nosy literal propagandist/spy from Earth on the other side? 

Hope Delenn doesn't mind him making out with other women for the sake of the mission. 

Yeah, everyone stop lying to G'Kar and fobbing him off and forcing him to lurk around the edges to find out what's important. Good point G'Kar! Them not being able to think of anything G'Kar can help with is a failure of imagination. And so fucking condescending. 

It is now "innapropriate" for Earth Force staff to criticize Earth politics, and they'll be expected to cut off family and friends who don't fall in line. And the Night Watch are being instructed to subvert actual policy in favor of the new extra fashy policies. Well this will be fun! The bullshit is so heavy. Earth must be kept safe and ideologically pure, because they've been betrayed "on every level." 

An interesting alien encounter! Susan Ivanova is an unflappable beast. I hope the Minbari on board are forming a new religious cult around her. 

lololol. Susan is actually the best. Got them to speak English to her, too. 

Realy neat ship design. 

Sheridan leaked the video of the VP Clark plotting Pres Santiago's assassination! Definitely the right call, but for some reason I expected them to sit on it awhile. 

Gardibaldi is thankfully not as much of a fascist as he could be, even though he's a cop. But he isn't a collaborator. 

Ugh Zack fucking spilling deets left and right. Just handed over their secret meeting code like that. Someone needs to write "Don't be a collaborator" on a newspaper, roll it up, then smack him and Londo with it till they get the hint.

JMS loves his sly ship name allusions. This loyal cog of the progaganda machine is leaving on a ship named for a god of (among other things) lies. And you can't lie without knowing the truth. 

G'Kar: "Read the book of G'Quan, we'll talk after." Garibaldi: "I don't read Narn," G'Kar: "Learn!" 

No one on the show who isn't Narnuan speaks Narn. Garibaldi would certainly endear himself to me a little if he did learn!

Well, G'Kar continues to be The Best (and Susan Ivanova continues to also be The Best).

Again, nice to have some Big Plot movement! They do a good job advancing it a tiny bit here and there, then yanking a bunch of strings at once so a ton of past details suddenly align into Even More Big Plot Movement. It gets me! I'm sure there's threads I'm missing, but it's very fun pieces threads together. Even when I can't get it before the show reveals their hand, I still feel like it's outsmarted me fairly, lol.

My special little guy Alfred Bester is back!

#woodsfae b5

[threewaysdivided]

Young Justice: Deathly Weapons

Crossover: Danny Phantom x Young Justice Season 1 Gen | Slowburn Mystery + Episodic Missions | Ongoing

A business agreement. A small-town hero, on the run and struggling. A danger few people even believe is real. When an unexpected face intervenes on a mission gone wrong, the Boy Wonder begins to realise that there's more to the story. And what started out as a hunt for answers draws the Team into a more complex web than any of them could have seen coming.

This long-fic is fully planned out and structured in “episode” blocks.  Arc/Mission summaries under the cut:

Prologue For Humanity as a Whole

On the surface the meeting would seem to be quite above board.

Act I Part 1 Chance Encounters ∙ Shadow of Doubt ∙ Scars ∙ Phenomenon ∙ Ghost Stories ∙ Brave Faces ∙ Expectations ∙ Questions ∙ Interference

When the not-yet Team encounter a mysterious figure in the bowels of Project Cadmus, Robin files it away as a curiosity.  When the same figure intervenes months later to save him, Aqualad and Artemis on a mission gone wrong, the Boy Wonder knows he has to investigate.  Meanwhile, far from where it all began, a travel-hardened half-ghost is struggling to keep his head above water.

Act I Part 2 Social Commentary ∙ Trade Secrets ∙ Answers ∙ Propositions

So many questions, so few answers.  The Dynamic Duo hoped that playing by his terms might coax cooperation from the stubborn fugitive they found.  Now, with time ticking on and danger drawing near, the Boy Wonder considers a more direct approach.  The question is: can Robin risk putting all his cards on the table?

Act II Part 1 Constants ∙ Roads to Safe Places

Dick adjusts to having a new face around the Manor.  Meanwhile, Danny wrestles with the idea of putting down roots so far from home.

Act II Part 2 Second Impressions ∙ Assessment

The Team is getting a new member, and it’s one some of them have already met.  Being able to walk through walls, disappear and fly are handy powers for a stealth-squad to have, but not everyone is eager to welcome a ghost to the group.

Act II Mission 1 Black Gold

High seas and high stakes!  Learning to work with a new Teammate always comes with challenges, but when eco-terrorists commandeer a deep-water oil rig, the pressure has never been greater.  With lives on the line and fingers twitching on triggers, will Phantom’s powers let them swim… or sink?

[Under construction ↓]

Act II Mission 2 Flashpoints ∙ Combustion ∙ Reagents ∙ Equilibrium

Phantom has proved his worth in combat but some of the Team remain unconvinced.  A simple investigation into a potential Venom competitor could be a chance to clear the air, but with resentment simmering, Aqualad can’t help feeling like they’re burning more bridges than crossing them.  Can Robin and Phantom get through to Kid Flash before things fall apart?

Act II Mission 3 Something Wicked ∙ This Way Comes

Batman and Commissioner Gordon make a breakthrough on Phantom’s case. Meanwhile a security detail on some mystic artefacts brings the Team face to face with a foe from the ghost’s past.

Act II Mission 4 Rituals ∙ Ill-lit Ships ∙ Withered Red Rose

An unusual energy spike on the Watchtower’s sensors sends the Team to investigate the mountains of Rhelasia, where the young heroes must intervene to stop a familiar cult from completing a mysterious ceremony.  Afterward, a passing comment from Phantom gives Kaldur a lot to think about.

Act II Mission 5 In the Mists

Superboy worries about an upcoming meeting, while a radio call draws the Team back to the developing Gorilla settlement in Bwunda. Out in the jungle, the young heroes will need to have all their wits about them: something dangerous stalks the forest and night comes swift between the trees.

Act II Interlude China and Emeralds

It’s an important anniversary for Danny, and Dick is determined that he won’t spend it alone. Meanwhile, the Team looks back on the journey so far, and Conner gets a visitor.

Act II Mission 6 Enemy Lines ∙ Humans

Sightings of new weapons in enemy hands have Batman and the Team concerned that another smuggling ring has started under General Eiling’s nose.  After a distressingly close shave, M’gann tries to learn more about her newest Teammate.

Act II Mission 7 Bitter Reunions ∙ Half-truths

Clues are falling into place and the Dark Knight does not like it. The young heroes face a tense mission as Robin and Phantom take the lead on investigating a potential link between two powerful enemies. What they find could be the key - not only to Phantom’s troubled past but to everything the Team has seen over the last few months. It’s time for secrets to come into the light.

Act II Mission 8 Into the Breach ∙ Séance

Armed with new information, the Team is eager to act. A recon sweep over the Bermuda Triangle feels like a diversion, but in a region infamous for strange sightings, not everything is as it seems. Danger awaits on a secret island, and grim news from old friends reveals the full scope of the enemy’s plan.

Act III Mission 9 The Other Side ∙ Alliance ∙ Mirrors ∙ Coordinates

Our heroes now understand what the Light aim to do, and they aren’t going to wait for a theme song.  There are preparations to make, allies to find and a dire warning that needs to be delivered.  Phantom has learned to work in the Team’s world.  Now they must enter his.

Act III Mission 10 Rifts

Chaos erupts as the Light make their move.  Will the Team and League’s preparations be enough to weather the storm… or will they be overwhelmed by sheer force?

Act III Mission 11/ Conclusion Checkmate ∙ Stalemate ∙ Pawns ∙ Covenants ∙ Family Matters ∙ All Good Things

The threat has been contained, but the heroes know they must take down the snake’s head before it can strike again.  Supported by his Team, Phantom returns to Wisconsin with a plan to catch Plasmius for good.  But Vlad is keeping even more secrets than he seems, and a last reveal leaves Danny facing one final, terrible choice.

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Alright! OC introduction time!

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Meet Mycelium! I have had him for a while now, but again, too lazy to write a proper post :"""""D

He was a monster archimage back in ther surface before wartime. His Magic is Foresight, basically, he can see the future, but not do anything about it.

🍄 * Name: Mycelium.

🍄 * Classification: Mushroom Monster.

🍄 * Gender: Male. (He/Him)

🍄 * Age: Unknown.

🍄 * Stats:

HP- ???, DEF- 30, ATK- 10

* Archimage of Fungus Depths.

*... Does not wish to talk.

🍄 * Skills: Mycelium can see into the future with the aid of his magic powers and crystal globe. He can also share these visions through said globe, if he wants to.

Aside from that, his magic is able to accelerate processes such as decay and fungi growth. He may also make any of the kinds of mushroom that are a part of his body sprout rapidly from just about any soil, though this ability is mostly used for defense. It is also said he can cause paralysis and mild hallucinations with spore-based attacks, however, very rarely has ever made any sort of offensive use of it.

🍄 * Currently: ... No. :')

🍄 * Personality: He's described as good natured and kind, albeit unpredictable. Mycelium is very hard to read, his expressions usually concelead by the shadow of his large inky-cap hat. He's seldom ever seen without his signature mild smile, and the mysterious aura that surrounds him and his power put many at unease to be near.... He does has his heart in the right place, though.

🍄 * History: History does not see Mycelium kindly. During the war, he's been known to refuse to aid the Monster forces of any kingdom, not sharing any of his visions for future battles and outcomes to the conflict. He shut himself away and isolated from other monsters of relevant positions, avoiding meetings, requests and even threats for his collaboration as much as he could.

As to why he did that, it is unclear. Some rumor he was a traitor, leaking that information to the humans to save his own skin; others that he was just mad, no rhyme or reason to what he did or didn't do, just sheer insanity; and there are still those who believe he witheld this information as a mercy, because he knew they'd lose. Alas, no theory was ever confirmed.

Mycelium has always thought of his magic powers as a curse. Whilst he did see things with incredible clarity, there wasn't virtually anything he could do about a vision, either as a countermeasure or warning. If he told others about an event, it would always be slightly altered or come to more devastatingly than the original course, and anything aimed to prevent it would inheritedly fail. All he could do was think of solutions to mend the damage that came after; without sharing them with anyone not to trigger one of these butterfly effects.

That made his decisions as archimage rather questionable, as he would often ditch orders that had no apparent use, and make requests that seemed to come out of nowhere. Most of the times these always came in handy after a problem already struck (so let's say, he'd ask for a stock of construction materials when nothing was being constructed, and then after a storm that damaged many buildings, these were already available for immediate damage control. After the event however, most seemed to disregard ther they were there by Mycelium's order in the first place.) Rather than impeding it's happening, which was what most people expected of his visions.

He didn't want to become a mage at first in his life... His Foresight was just too valuable a resource to waste without proper development, so he was recruited into an apprenticeship against his will at a young age, eventually climbing the ranks to the position he occupied for the rest of his life. Deciphering his prophecies have always posed a challenge, as he insisted on encrypting them as much as possible.

Some sources say he was the one to deliver the 'Fallen Angel' prophecy that used to be all over the Underground, carrying on the the Secondground in Luminoustale. This can't be confirmed because, as of now, very few monster remember Mycelium, and records of his existence and doings are few and far between: As a result of the bad reputation his passive stance during wartime had on his image. Most historians and record keepers of the time have obscured him from memory as much as they could, in what could be described as spite.

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