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madwomansapologist · 1 month

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Hi, are you still looking for Baldur's Gate 3 requests? Could you please write something about the main BG3 Companions (+ our boi Halsin) with a Tav/reader who's really short and adorable and just an absolute sweetheart but is horrifyingly powerful in their lore? Like NPCs who know about them back away in fear kinda thing. Maybe Tav can even transform into some sort of battle form where they're like 9 feet tall (as opposed to their usual height of like 4' 10") and can absolutely kick ass on the battlefield?

Thanks so much, I hope you have a wonderful day! Take care!

bg3 companions with a adorably powerful tav

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synopsis: Who could imagine such a sweet thing as you had the reputation of a hero?

warnings: companions (lae'zel, shadowheart, astarion, gale dekarios, wyll ravengard, karlach, halsin, jaheira) x tav. fluff.

note: thank you for your request! oh gods how i missed writing headcanons. i hope you like this, have a wonderful day!

Lae'zel

Lae'zel knew your shared condition had a cure, and was willing to put herself in danger by taking the entire party with her to the nearest crèche. That being said, how couldn't she judge you?

You were too easy on everyone. Making promises you clearly shouldn't, taking them seriously despite her best efforts to put some sense in your head. The party was supposed to only stop walking when surrounded by githyankis, but no burdened tiefling or hurt animal escaped your careful gaze.

That you knew how to fight surprised her, but to see fear and admiration in the eyes of civillians... that made Lae'zel pay more attention to you. You had a reputation. Not as a writer, bard or patron. You're know for striking down your enemies.

Fighting at the goblin's camp, there were so many oponents even Lae'zel didn't knew if it would be her last fight. You saw it too, so you made sure to use everything you had to win. Even if you would rather not turn into an eldritch creature.

She got enchanted by your battle form. Steel and iron where nothing against the pure strenght of your skin. Whatever crossed your path that day suffered at your hands.

That was the first time Lae'zel got happy for being wrong about someone.

"Perhaps I've judged you too hard. You are fierce, foracious, as sharp as my sword and as brave as a red dragon. Keep on surprising me and a istik you'll be no more."

Shadowheart

Shadowheart couldn't care less about the tieflings and their problems, but it was endearing to watch you wandering throught the Coast in an attempt to ensure their safety. It was a sight she couldn't expect to observe in this journey, not when considering the worm twitching behind her eye and the artifact messing with their dreams.

Still, you could shut down her biggest fears with ease. While she tried to remain quiet, you were full of kind words to share with whoever was near. You care for all beings, great and small, and Shadowheart can respect that. A person without a truth to follow is empty, but one with a mission turns into so much more than just a walking corpse.

She focused on protecting you during fights. Always giving you some sort of magic shield, casting sanctuary, begging you to drink potions and elixirs that would keep you safe.

Goblins attacked, and for a second everyone was too surprised to react properly. Except by you. You were quick to defend your party, to fight for them, and won a fight no one was preparad to.

Shadowheart decided not to underestimate you again. Kind words, gentle actions, caring gaze: she was so focused on her own view about you that forgot to pay attention to the way everyone else saw you.

You're powerful. The kinda of powerful that their party had to be grateful that you were fighting besides them.

When you revealed your beast form to her, Shadowheart already knew you were a sight to behold.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you? Good. I like how you keep me on my toes, love."

Astarion

In theory, he should've been delighted with your personality. You were the perfect prey. A leader so sweet, he could change your mind at his will and you wouldn't even noticed. Others respect you. Astarion would be safe and sound.

But Astarion isn't capable of forgetting how easily you fought back when he tried to fool you. How he didn't even saw you moving, and was alone on the floor before he could understand what had hit him.

Instead of a person, you were a walking question mark. How can you be so sickenly adorable, and still so ready to strike down your enemies? Were did the sweet half of you finished and the other one started?

People know you. He saw respect in druid's eyes, fear when goblins heard your name. Halsin knew about you. And so did Minthara.

Few are able to live up to their reputation, but you're one of those. So strong, so brave, but your kindness wasn't ignored by him. It was as if in your head the whole world deserved your kindness, until it did no more. Only then you react.

Astarion don't know what to think about it.

When you attacked as a beast, tearing spiders apart as if they were a piece of meat in your plate, Astarion laughed until his belly ache.

How could be so right and so wrong about someone?

"Don't mind me, darling. I'm just rejoicing at the sight of your bloody hands. Come here. Let me taste your heroic mess."

Gale Dekarios

Gale learned two things about you when you pulled him out of stone: you were kind, and so damn strong.

You were adorable. A perfect equation between what people must do in order to survive and what they must do in order to live well. He can't see you not being surrounded by friends and admirers, all enchanted by your sweet words and rightful attacks.

He feared the party's reaction to the Orb, but a part of him knew you would let him stay. He never imagined you would give him magic artifacts without a second question, or that you would hug him after he told you his whole story.

You didn't let him go. Neither did Gale.

To say he was willing to agree with whatever you did was to say his heart beats. It was only natural. Maybe you both differ on the path you want to take, but the destination is usually the same.

When he saw you feral, body changing to give space to something else, Gale wondered if he was one of those enchanted people surrounding you. If he wasn't fighting for his life, Gale would gadly gaze upon you for the rest of the day.

"Disgusted? I was unable to look away from you! You are the one I love, no claws or tentacles will ever change that. Must I add, my love, your light remains strong in whatever form you decide to use."

Wyll Ravengard

To say the least, he's a fan. Oh, how lovely are the tales of your adventures through Faêrun. He remember arguing with bards about the accuracy of their versions and the reason behind their choice of words. You were what a hero must aim to.

How long were the nights he spend wandering after he was casted out of Baldur's Gate. Lonely nights, but never silent. Wyll's mind fought against itself. He lost everything to help and protect others. Sometimes he worried if he had lost himself too.

Your tales weren't his salvation. None of them shut down those voices that insisted on telling him about the mistakes he made, neither did them shut Mizora. But they inspired him. If you did all those things, remained human even as a beast, he could survive a talkative cambion. Wyll Ravengard can defeat her by staying loyal to himself.

Wyll didn't had to hear your name to know you were fighting next to him, defending the grove against goblins and worgs. He saw enough drawings of you to recognize you from miles afar. When you asked him to be a member of your party, Wyll felt as if a million fireworks exploded inside his chest at the same time.

He did felt anger and pain because of the tadpole, but never fear. Fighting beside you, Wyll knew he didn't had to fear for his future. And after seeing how willing you were to argue with multiple cambions, he started to have hope.

"I used to read about legends, myths of bravery and rightousness. Some see it as just tales for the naive. Thank you, my heart. For proving them wrong time after time."

Karlach

She's the only one with an excuse for not knowing who you are. When strangers call you by your entire name, when companions use your epithet: Karlach just never thought about it. She ignored it, paying no mind to others.

But Karlach did knew you were a absolute sweetheart. What you didn't had of height you compensate with a gigantic personality. For her, the way you behaved was simply alluring.

While many prefer to think the world is a bad place and no one living there can chose to be or do better, you are just another reason for her to know that it's bullshit. Because Karlach is good, despise it all. And Wyll. And you.

And Minsc!!!

You had a fire on you whenever you had to fight. She didn't need to know your story to see how great you can be. Some people just have that. She don't know if that fire is born or forged, but some people just have it.

To see you as a beast made her the most happy woman in Faêrun. She got speechless, all she could do was laugh and run around to have a better view of you ending the Steel Watch.

"You got 'em, soldier! Go on, bite his arm off! You see that monster over there? The one with glowing eyes. That's the love of my fucking life."

Halsin

He saw you before. Druids and harpist fought against sharrans, and you were one of the heroes who joined their cause. At that time Halsin didn't talked to you, but he knew you fought until the very end and stayed to help with the infirm.

When you rescued him, Halsin knew you remembered him too. There was some understanding between you both, a companionship that only those who foght together can share.

He knew you were a hero, one of those who fight wars that don't affect them because someone needs too, but your personality was a good surprise. Halsin haven't imagined you so easy going. Always offering smiles, light jokes, being clumsy without a care when danger was far away.

After the battle against sharrans, he thought those who refered to you as a monster were trying to make others understand how eficient you were. It surprised him to see they were just being honest.

Nothing would stop Halsin from turning into a bear and joining you.

"In this damned city, you are a beacon of hope. The Oak Father graced us with your light. From your fiece strikes to your honey soaked words... I am lucky to live at the same time as you, my love."

Jaheira

As a fellow adventurer, it surprised Jaheira that you weren't already tired. You both lived for so long, did so much, it would be only natural for you to give a pause on your endless smiles and envied patience. She was wrong, but that wasn't a bad thing.

Jaheira knew how this life can steal things from you. Peace feels like a threat, to stop make you feel like a prey, to laugh makes you wonder if it will be the last time. Is impossible to be a hero without losing. She's glad you didn't lose yourself in your path.

There was an unspoken pact between you both. The stories, the songs, the faux memories. So many think to know everything about you two. Sometimes Jaheira will read you a book you're in when she knows it's a shameless lie, and you sing her songs about adventures she did not lived.

Your laugh could make her feel younger. Alive. You both were so differents, but knew each other in a way few could.

Whenever you chose to strike as a monster, she would join you as a myrmidon and had her fun. You both deserve it.

"I did well not underestimating you, cub. It is impossible not to laugh at those who can't see how your bright smile hides sharp fangs. As pretty as a diamond, and as fierce too."

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twistedwonderlandsimps · 7 months

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Technomaniac!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Technomaniac!Yuu brainrot!

So basically this Yuu belongs in the High Fantasy Yuuniverse on the human side and they’re absolutely obsessed with technology and becomes unhinged when creating stuff.

Mayhaps their family ran a robot-related business or a machine-creating business and that’s where their obsession started. Maybe Yuu’s obsession further increased due to the fact that they were a human being in a world full of otherworldly creatures.

In a world of high fantasy, there’s bound to be differing opinions and speciesism can’t be avoided.

Some creatures thought humans were inferior due to their short lifespans. That they were greedy and ignorant. Some humans were even prejudiced to their own kind. Others thought humans in a more positive light, the fact that they were versatile and determined when it comes to things.

So Yuu with no magic and no super powers strived to be the best in the only thing they knew they could fully control and wanted to prove to everyone that humans weren’t inferior, thus beginning their obsession.

This Yuu has this cute little drone hovering over them all the time because I said so. The drone’s very expressive and acts as a kind of assistant for Yuu.

So anyway, the day of the entrance ceremony?

Forget Grim opening the coffin, Yuu just ordered the drone to laser through the lid and then kicked it open.

Seeing this, Grim became startled but then soon after demanded their robe.

“Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait… Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 5, initiating self-defense protocol.” The drone hovering over Yuu’s shoulder turned to an alarming shade of red but before it could do anything, Yuu waved them off gently. “Stand down, A1.”

Yeah, the little drone’s called A1 meaning Assistant 1.

Thankfully, a battle between the force of fire and laser never happened since Yuu saw no reason to wear the ceremonial robe because they felt their clothes were much better and gave it to Grim but only on the condition that Grim become their second assistant.

Grim, too focused on acquiring the robe at all cost, didn’t notice Yuu’s condition.

Anyway, guess what Grim’s nickname is. Yeah, that’s right. It’s A2 for Assistant 2.

Let it be known Technomaniac!Yuu has no penchant for naming. All that’s in their brain is making technological stuff.

I just suddenly thought of Yuu having Doofenshmirtz penchant for naming, just slapping ‘-inator’ at the end of their creation’s names.

Can you imagine an overblot and Yuu just pulls out this strange device and introduces it like:

Yuu: “Behold! Marvel at my ‘Insta-Knockout SlumberBlaster 3000-inator!’ Riddle’s going to definitely go down with this in just one hit!” A1: “With only an approximate 63% chance of dealing concussion! A massive improvement from the previous trials!” Ace: “Excuse me, only 63%? Wait— Previous trials? Yuu, who did you test it on for you to get that statistic? Yuu? Yuu, come back here! Who did you test it on?! Yuu!”

Another overblot scenario would be…

A1: “Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait…” Someone: “W… Why do you need to determine his threat level??? He’s literally about to kill us???” Yuu: “No, no, let my child cook.” A1: “Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 10. Suggesting course of action: Run.” Yuu: “Okay, now we run.”

Let’s not forget holograms!

Imagine Deuce seeing Yuu facing away from him in the distance so he runs over to them and tries to gain their attention. He tries to tap Yuu’s shoulder but their hand just goes over Yuu’s form, leaving a slight glitch-like effect where Deuce’s hand passes through.

Hologram Yuu looks over to Deuce and says:

“Alas, as I am not here, I disappear.”

Then throws out a peace sign before slowly fading away while still maintaining eye contact.

Now that I think about it, on the first day of their janitorial duties, Yuu was able to make a weird-looking cleaning device out of metal scraps and pieces they found in Ramshackle and it somehow worked.

Well, for the most part anyway.

Having no windows technically meant nothing to clean so in a way Yuu was doing their job, yes?

Yeah, Yuu broke a few windows and may have contributed to the chandelier also breaking that day so Deuce ain’t the only one at fault for this.

Speaking of, Ace’s first meeting with Yuu.

When he was introducing the Statues of the Great Seven to Grim and Yuu, Yuu turned to him and asked in the most serious voice possible if Ace wanted the statues to be animated by turning it into animatronics.

Ace barely managed to stop Yuu from dismembering the statues.

Technomaniac Yuu at literally everything they can see: “I can make it better!”

Giving broken things to Technomaniac!Yuu to be fixed is a gamble.

Oh, a toaster? Well, you either get a completely fixed toaster that’s a bit better with warming your bread than before or it turns into a charcoal-maker. There is no inbetween.

Your phone? Oops, might’ve accidentally turned the flashlight function into a flashbang, teehee.

Technomaniac!Yuu is basically the tech support of NRC.\

Or more like tech terror. Tech-rorr, get it? I’m so funny.

Speaking of NRC, Yuu got banned from going to Ignihyde dorm.

That’s because they got too excited seeing all the new devices and technology they haven’t seen before in the dorm and kind of dismantled almost everything to see how it worked.

Ooooo, now that I’m thinking of it, cybernetic body modifications!

Like, what if they got severely injured against one of the overblot boys? Lost a limb or two? Or maybe they already had cybernetic body modifications even before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland.

Imagine them having an arm kinda similar to the robot arm Princess Bubblegum gifted Finn with the various power tools/weapons functions. There’s probably a rocket launcher function around there somewhere.

Rook tries to stalk Technomaniac!Yuu but it always ends up being a hologram. Why do you think Rook calls them Trickster?

Wait, can you imagine the dynamic between Technomaniac!Yuu and Malleus?

One’s so bad at technology while the other’s the complete opposite.

Yuu asks Malleus if he wants his phone to be upgraded and suddenly Malleus’ phone has a built-in taser, ultra hd 4k graphics camera and video resolution, live tamagotchi game synchronization and surveillance, 24/7 AI assistance, unlimited wifi, faster internet speed, ultra deluxe storage expansion, the strongest antivirus known to to mankind, and Malleus still doesn’t know how to use his phone.

Yuu learns Briar Valley has technomancy and they’re immediately putting that place as a vacation spot because hello? Combining magic and technology? Can you imagine all the things they could create with those two forces combined? They’d be unstoppable!

Also, the Magicam Monsters stand no chance against Technomaniac!Yuu.

The moment those suckers break into Ramshackle, Yuu would immediately interfere with their gadgets and kick them out if they’re feeling merciful.

If not, well, say hello to the most vengeful virus they’ve ever met in their lives.

No matter what gadget they change into, the virus will always follow them everywhere in the cyberspace network and break their devices or cause them the most annoying inconveniences.

Slow internet? You betcha! Wifi symbol on but internet not coming through? Why, it happens almost every other day! Apps failing to open at the most crucial time? Lmao, rofl.

Speaking of gadget, Cater probably asks Yuu to upgrade his phone so he can take better selfies.

Thankfully the upgrade was a success and nothing exploded.

Yuu: “Well, here’s your phone, Cater! New and improved with better camera quality, efficiency, and effectiveness! Also, I hope you don’t mind but I also added an app that I occasionally use called Therapy Bot. Free of charge!” Cater: “Thanks, Yuu! Wait—” Yuu, looking around and leaning in to whisper: “Between you and me, I think everyone in this school could really benefit from Therapy Bot.”

Technomaniac!Yuu the most unhinged yet one of the most sane Yuu variants out there.

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rashomonss · 1 year

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A HUMANS WRATH

Prologue

A/N: So this is my first story thing on here so please be nice, I’m sensitive lmao. Anyway this idea came to me one night as i was trying to fall asleep. I was wondering what it would be like if there was an MC who hated the brothers after lesson 16 and ended up treating them like crap. But if they got switched with the regular timeline MC (which is y’all). Anyways hope you enjoy! <3

Warnings: Lesson 16 spoilers, death, choking, angst?

The start of something disheartening

There are numerous different timelines in this world however most of them aren’t as great as others make them out to be, you of all people should know. You have lived through almost being killed in cold blood and hell you even watched yourself take your very last breath with your own eyes.

It was a weird feeling to describe, in front of you was yourself however not you at the same time.

You had quietly watched from the staircase as you were being held up by your neck slowly losing oxygen and struggling to free yourself from the demon's grasp.

Belphegor held you up with a single hand and watched mockingly as you had met your demise. You were connected. Everything they felt while dying you felt it too. I mean that is you. The firm grasp on your throat, the burning sensation in your lungs as you try your best to gasp for any sort of air available.

The tears prickling the corners of your eyes as your head feels like it’s about to explode. And lastly the hurt you felt in your chest, not from your lungs or even the lack of oxygen, but from the betrayal. You weren’t stupid, he was a demon after all, a very cunning one at that. You knew he could kill you, however just as you did for his brothers, you had also given him a chance, it’s only fair right?

Well if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions. Lucifer did warn you after all, but no matter what he did your curiosity continued to fuel your persistence. All of the brothers admired that about you, but could that quality be so admirable at this instant?

Bringing you back to the present you stood there watching your face contort and struggle as you clawed at the demon holding you. Why couldn’t you look away? Was this something out of a nightmare? What did you even do to deserve this? All those thoughts swirled around in your head but came to a halt. After everything that happened, at the end of the day that is you dying right there is it not?

You had finally taken your last breath. The body in front of you went limp. Your body went limp. Screaming and shouting were then followed after your body hit the floor. Whose voice was that? Mammon’s? It didn’t matter at that second, nothing mattered. Everything was spinning, the demons were spiraling, what was going on…

But before the situation could get worse low and behold the demon prince was there to save the day with his charming butler at his side. Explaining to the seven demons that you were a distant descendent of their most beloved sister. After that knowledge their demeanors changed in an instant and a part of you hoped that it wasn’t because of your lineage. However with each passing day they assured you that they had loved you for being you, not just because of your ties to their beloved sister.

In the end the incident was never brought up again and you continued your journey with your companions through your stay at the Devildom. However, did anyone ever apologize to you? Or did you just forget about the whole ordeal as a response to the trauma they had caused.

Well maybe you did, but another version of you didn’t.

As Barbatos said, there are many different outcomes to a situation in many different timelines. Yours just happened to be a favorable outcome for everyone. However another version of you in a different timeline despised the brothers.

You felt completely sick knowingly you were a descendent of their sister. To be related to such creatures was enough to make you gag. Sure you tried to enjoy your time with them previously but all that was thrown out the window the second Belphegor had killed you. You weren’t about to forgive them, not a chance. No matter how hard they tried to get close to you all of them had been pushed away and kept at an arm's length.

You weren’t about to let them deceive you again. They were demons after all so you could never be too careful. However they just didn’t know when to quit. It honestly annoyed you at how much they cared after Diavolo revealed that little secret about your history. You never believed they cared half as much as they did before that was revealed so why are they bothering now.

The demon brothers however approached the situation differently. Sure they felt great guilt for watching as Belphie killed you but there you stood a second after your last breath, completely fine, not even a single scratch on your head. And that’s when they realized they were given a second chance, a chance to make it up to you, to make things better, to ask for forgiveness. It was only a bonus to them that Diavolo had revealed that you were a descendent of Lilith.

They however were in for a rude awakening when you wanted nothing to do with any of them. That can’t be right? You should have been able to forgive them so this incident could be swept under the rug and be completely forgotten about. But no you were stubborn and they knew it, it was a quality they had also admired in you, now however it’s soon to be one they despise.

Next part

#obey me angst #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me belphie #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me luficer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #shall we date obey me #demon brothers

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howlingday · 4 months

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Years Later...

Blake: (Writing)

Kid: Mommy, what are you writing?

Blake: These are memoirs. It's the story of my life.

Kid: What's the story of your life?

Blake: I dunno. I might do another draft...

Kid: Mommy, is fuck a bad word?

Blake: ...

Blake: Yes. (Doorbell rings) Come in!

Weiss: (Enters) Hello, Blake, and hello,kid~! Guess what Auntie Weiss brought for you~!

Blake: Weiss, she already has enough toys-

Weiss: (Pulls out gift) Oh, it's fine, Blake.

Blake: Seriously, I live in the biggest house in Menagerie and I'm still running out of space for them!

Weiss: You're exaggerating. Besides, I know for a fact that she doesn't have this toy~! (Hands over gift) I have a list, you know.

Blake: Is that the Wild Queen playset? Her grandma bought it.

Weiss: Why doesn't your mom ever coordinate with me?

Blake: (Window shatters) OH MY GOD!

Ruby: (Giggling) Whoops!

Blake: Ruby Rose!

Ruby: Hey, Blake!

Blake: I thought I told you to stop doing that! You could have hit my kid!

Ruby: Wait, you have a kid?

Blake: Yes! You met her!

Ruby: Oh yeah~!

Blake: Why are you here, smashing through my windows?

Ruby: Well, Ozpin and Maria said my eyes might be going, because I thought that window was wide open.

Weiss: I invited her.

Blake: Why?

Weiss: It's been too long since we've had a soiree with the old gang.

Blake: I hate soirees!

Weiss: I know. That's why I'M setting it up!

Ruby: Is Team RWBY getting back together? Let's grab Jaune and Ren and Nora do a big old adventure with them!

Blake: I already told you she's not invited anymore, and besides, didn't you throw your back out on the last adventure?

Ruby: Ah, that was three years ago! I'm all good now!

Blake: (Knocking heard) What?! Come in!

Yang: (Enters) You! Ruby Rose!

Ruby: Hi, Yang!

Yang: For the past three years, I've been seeing you going on dates with every boy you can get your hands on in the tabloids, and I want the truth!

Weiss: Can you even handle the truth?

Yang: Care to explain?!

Weiss: I don't think you can.

Yang: Because I introduced you to some guys, and you told the press, "Oh, yeah, my sister just loves hooking me up with her guy friends!"

Ruby: You do, though! Why else would you help me make more friends?

Yang: Then why didn't you phrase it like that?!

Blake: Hi, Yang.

Yang: Hi, Blake. (Back on Ruby) I've been getting messages and letters and everything else from all my guy friends and guys I've never even met, and every morning, Dad gives me this side-eye of sheer disappointment! Like it's my fault, or something!

Weiss: You know, you could use those guy friends, too.

Yang: Oh, please, Weiss, like you know anything about being a good sibling! Winter has pretty much banned you from Atlas, and your brother probably doesn't even know if you're alive or dead at this point!

Weiss: Nice try, but I call my siblings every month.

Yang: Yeah? I talk to Ruby every week, because I know for a fact that I'm not too busy to talk to her! And what exactly are you too busy to talk to them for these days? Killing Grimm- nope, they're all dead. Running the SDC- nope, your brother is in charge. Having a family- nope, you're just inserting yourself into everyone else's lives!

Weiss: Well, at least I have options of men and women to choose from. You don't see me getting asked for a hook up with my siblings.

Kid: Auntie Weiss, is fuck a bad word?

Weiss: Oh gods, did I just drop an f-bomb?

Weiss: No, sweetie~! I said flop!

Kid: Is flop a bad word?

Blake: She learned it from a kid at school.

Weiss: Oh.

Blake: (Lights flicker) Oh no...

Nora: (Rises from nothing) BEHOLD, THE ALMIGHTY NO'RA! YES!

Blake: No!

Nora: NO'RA HAS BECOME THE ONE TRUE ELDRITCH CREATURE OF THE WORLD OF REMNANT! Now you have to say yes to a date with me! Our destiny is written in the fading lights of the stars!

Blake: You're already married to Ren AND I have a restraining order against you! You're not allowed to be here!

Nora: FOOOOL! YES! NO'RA has infinite time to study law! NO'RA will crush your restraining order!

Blake: Vrbr Ktah.

Nora: Huh? "Go away-" (On fire) AGH! AAAAAAAGH!

Blake: THAT'S IT! EVERYONE OUT! GO!

Weiss: But Blake, we haven't ordered drinks yet!

Blake: I don't drink anymore!

Weiss: But I thought that was for the pregnancy!

Yang: Thank you for having us, Blake. (Everyone leaves)

Blake: (Hears knocking) WHAT?!

Pyrrha: (Sheepishly enters) Uh, I'm here because-

Blake: The sign says no solicitors!

Pyrrha: (Leaves)

Kid: Mommy? Is fuck a bad word?

Blake: Yes.

#rwby #dawn somewhere #blake belladonna #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos

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failed-inspection · 4 months

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🔥EPIC CLUMP LORE MASTER POST YEEEAAH🔥

Hii Hiii I'm very much in the mood to ramble about my Rain World ocs, so what better way to start off with that than going over the little guy in my icon, behold, Clump!

Before I explain their deal I should preference by saying that:

1: they have no connections to the Notosverse (THE RW OCverse with Pioneer, Poet, Luminal, and generally the rest of my 100% serious Rain World ocs)

and 2: they started as a jolly co-op joke oc that was NOT meant to be taken seriously at all, but evidently I suck at making 100% joke ocs so whoops, they're now semi serious semi joke and all around all very goofy so please keep that in mind, and 3: uhh yeah

- Clump is most certainly a purposed organism (obviously), most likely being created some time after the original Spearmaster was sent out during their first mission, but before the pearl was delivered/shortly before the rot happened, however, who created them and *why* is anyone's guess. No one knows, not even Clump. They'd just shrug if asked. But the most common theory is that another iterator saw Spearmaster, thought they looked weird as hell, and attempted to recreate them for themselves

- At one point they probably encountered the original Spearmaster and went along with them to Suns on their way back from the first mission... Suns was rightfully a bit spooked because Where The Hell did they come from and how, Clump ended up going their own way after the start of the second mission however so it wasn't like they ended up living with SM and Suns 😔

- Clump got their name from 'looking like a clump of [The Original Spearmaster's] skin', according to Suns

- they discovered what rot is after encountering The Memory Conflux Garbage Wastes Room, after being chased by a salamander, the both of them ended up falling into the rot pool, while Clump was able to make it out, the salamander was not so lucky, having been dragged down and eaten by the proto rot

- the reasons they give to wanting to cure the rot, according to them, are as follows:

1: They feel that slowly rotting away and being eaten alive is a horrific fate no one deserves, even for a god machine (though they claim to have little attachment to the iterators as individuals despite that, whether or not that truly is the case is a major point of contention, lol. lmao. they're clueless about it but deep down subconsciously they really do care for the iterators due to the lingering sense of familiarity.)

2: the fact that rot is being introduced to the surrounding areas is a major problem, as it puts everything and everyone else in the vicinity in active danger due to how the rot can become mobile and thus able to actively seek out and eat creatures, alongside being hard to kill, plus, who knows what else, what if it turns out to be infectious towards the wildlife as well!?, it's not worth finding out, so better get rid of it all than regret it... Maybe that could save the area or something

3: They want to have a name for themself, recognized as the one to took action when no one else did anything and cured The Rot, maybe even get on the cover of Time Magazine Slugcat Of The Year for doing so

- while their desire to cure the rot does seem to be genuine, if not just a little shallow in some aspects, their ways of trying to do so... Really lack surgical professionalism, it essentially borders on slapstick cartoon logic, they have tried the following in treating the rot: throwing ibuprofen at it, shooting it with a rifle they found, spearing it several times

- if their name followed in game scug titles (The Monk, The Hunter, stuff like that), they'd have 'The Medic' as a title

- They're!!! Stubborn!! They're determined to find a cure and won't take the idea of giving up as a possibility!

- they started wearing their bandana after discovering the rot as a means of defense against it, fun fact, their bandana is made out of the same stuff as the fabric that coats explosive spears, meaning they can wrap it around a spear as like, a one time use way to craft an explosive spear when in a tight spot since rot cysts are weak to explosives

Extremely goofy for a scug? yes but also I am having so much fun and ended up getting attached so oops

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glitterp0prhaps0dy · 23 days

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RINGPOPS!?!

ring pops aren't just a sweet treat; they have enchanting effects on pop trolls. Consuming one of these luminous candies could send them into a euphoric high, their colors glowing intensely as they bask in unparalleled joy and vivacity. However, this delight comes with a catch - their perception becomes skewed, their laughter a little too loud, and their dance moves a bit too erratic, leaving them in a blissfully dazed state.

As Floyd descended the stairs, he was met with the surreal sight of Carol indulging in a ring pop, her expression bordering on euphoria. Yet, what struck him even more was the nonchalant attitude of his companions; Barb and Riff were engrossed in their own discussion, seemingly unfazed by Carol's sugary treat.

"So, like, Dad's being totally unfair," Barb complained, her voice laced with frustration as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Riff, ever the laid-back presence, shrugged in response. "What's the deal with the bat thing anyway?"

Barb sighed dramatically, her annoyance palpable. "I've been dropping hints left and right about wanting a pet bat, you know? But every time I bring it up, Dad shuts it down. It's like he's allergic to fun or something."

Riff chuckled, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his beanie. "Maybe he's just not a fan of nocturnal roommates."

Barb rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, because a king of the rock trolls can't handle a little winged friend. Please."

Rebel, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chimed in with her signature deadpan delivery. "Maybe he's worried you'll name it something ridiculous."

Barb shot her a mock-offended look. "Hey, I have excellent pet-naming skills, thank you very much."

Floyd watched the banter unfold with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment, wondering how he had stumbled into such an eccentric household.

Carol zoomed over to Floyd's side with the agility of a caffeine-fueled squirrel, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and concern. "Hey there, Pinkie! You're looking all sorts of twisted up. Did you tangle with nightmares, accidentally nudge the doomsday button, or come to the stark realization that our existence is a cosmic joke with the punchline missing?" Her words tumbled out in a rapid-fire stream, leaving Floyd blinking in bewildered silence.

In response, Floyd, still trying to acclimate to Carol's whirlwind presence, simply gestured towards the ring pop she was fervently enjoying. This prompted a pause from Carol, her head tilting in confusion. "The... candy?" she echoed, clearly missing the point of his concern.

Gathering his thoughts, Floyd ventured a question, tinged with apprehension. "Carol... just how old are you?"

Carol struck a dramatic pose, as if she were about to announce the secret to the universe. "Ah, the mystery of my age! Let's just say, I've been around the block fifteen times, but in rock troll years, I'm practically a legendary artifact. Behold, the eternal teenager!"

"YOU'RE FIFTEEN!? AND ON RING POPS!?" Floyd couldn't mask his horror, his voice echoing his shock.

The rest of the group turned to look at him, their expressions a mix of amusement and confusion, as if Floyd had just revealed he believed in mythical creatures.

Rebel, who had been observing the exchange with her usual reserved and unflappable demeanor, finally spoke up. Her voice was calm, almost a whisper, but it cut through the confusion with ease. "What's wrong, Floyd?"

Floyd turned to her, the shock still evident in his voice. "It's... the ring pops. In the Pop Village, they're not just candy. They... they're like, really intense. They make you brighter, happier, but also kind of out of it. It's like being on a constant sugar high but magnified. We're told to stay away from them unless it's a special occasion."

Rebel nodded, her face betraying nothing of her thoughts on the matter. The room fell into a curious silence as everyone processed Floyd's explanation, the seriousness of his tone contrasting sharply with the laid-back vibe of the moment.

Carol chimed in, her laughter echoing through the room like a mischievous melody. "Ring pops are like cocaine for you guys!"

Floyd's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "What's cocaine?"

Carol's eyes widened in mock surprise. "You don't know what cocaine is?" She turned to the others, her expression incredulous. "Guys, we've got some educating to do!"

Riff leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Cocaine is a drug, Floyd. It's like... super intense. It makes you feel really energetic and happy, but it's super dangerous. It can mess you up bad if you're not careful."

Barb nodded solemnly, her eyes wide with seriousness. "Yeah, it's not something you want to mess with. Like, at all."

Rebel, as usual, remained quiet but observant, her gaze shifting between the others as they explained. Finally, she spoke up in her calm, measured tone. "So, just stay away from cocaine and ring pops. Got it, Floyd?"

Riff, popping his back with a series of satisfying cracks, casually dropped a bombshell into the conversation. "The only people I know who mess with that stuff are total party animals. You know, like Sid... and Carol here."

Rebel's face instantly shifted, her usually stoic expression melting into one of disbelief, almost as if she'd just witnessed a confession to a high crime. She turned slowly, her gaze fixing on Carol with an intensity that could cut glass. "Explain yourself," she demanded, her voice calm but carrying an edge sharper than any blade.

Without missing a beat, Carol burst into a fit of laughter, her voice filling the room with its wild, untamed timbre. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a bag of ring pops towards Rebel, the colorful candies flying through the air like a rainbow scattering in the wind. "Catch me if you can!" she taunted, bolting out of the house with the speed of a cheetah.

Rebel, momentarily stunned by the sudden shower of ring pops, quickly recovered her senses. Her eyes narrowed, a determined glint sparking within them as she dashed off in hot pursuit of Carol, leaving the others alone.

Barb, circling back to the conversation that had been so abruptly cut off the night before, turned to Floyd with a mix of curiosity and determination in her eyes. "So, about my question from last night... are you gay?"

Floyd, maintaining his composed demeanor, offered a thoughtful reply. "I really don't care what anyone is. I only care who they are," he said, emphasizing the importance of character over labels.

Barb, undeterred and possibly missing the point, leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So like... ultra gay?"

At this, Riff couldn't help but interject, an eyebrow arching in amusement and confusion. "Why are you so interested in this stuff, Barb? I mean, last week you asked me a similar question because of my bandana."

Caught off guard and visibly flustered by Riff's question, Barb's cool façade crumbled. She started to sweat, her eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route. Without another word, she bolted upstairs, the sound of her footsteps thundering across the floorboards. The slam of her bedroom door echoed through the house as she yelled back down, her voice muffled by the distance, "I'LL NEVER TELL!"

Floyd and Riff exchanged bewildered looks, a moment of silence hanging between them as they processed the sudden outburst. "Well... that was weird," they both agreed, the understatement hanging in the air, filled with unspoken questions and a shared sense of bemusement at Barb's mysterious behavior.

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This has been my shortest chapter, but i promise its important to the lore of the story for later on!

#trolls #trolls au #trolls fanfiction #dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #trolls fanfic #trolls floyd #trolls carol #trolls riff #trolls barb #trolls oc #trolls ringpops #ring pop

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pac/pap (creature feature: beholder): what do you see that no else does? what aren't you hearing?

welcome to my october pac/pap creature feature series - instead of having a single pac/pap this month, there will be five! every monday (at 5p / 17:00 EST) this october, a new creature will be coming out to play as the sun begins to set earlier and earlier... keep an out; you never know what is lurking in the darkness...

today's creature is the beholder: song queued: "somebody's watching me" by rockwell! do you live in the mountains or near cave systems? the beholder is likely right underfoot or lurking in shadows of your mountainside as we speak... the beholder is a fictional monster originally depicted in dungeons & dragons, a fantasy role-playing game. this creature is a floating orb of flesh with a large mouth containing hundreds of sharp teeth. a majority of its face is a single central eye; surrounding this creatures head are many smaller eyestalks each with their own powerful magical abilities. this creature is mainly reliant on eyes - but where are their ears? their hearing is akin to a snakes - poorly developed and prone to common diseases/infections.

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

last pac/pap: how can you be more honest with yourself?

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pile one

you see other's pasts more clearly than they themselves do. for instance, you can see and understand more clearly why they are discontented in their present / how their past effects their future. you also can see how people can best heal from their past to have a better future. and because of that, you know that change is an inside job first and foremost.

you are likely struggling to hear your feelings; mainly, you are struggling with intuition and self-trust. taking life too seriously and not making time to play and explore causes a lot of strain on any of us. we then struggle to understand our emotions and thus lack a knowledge of what truly brings us joy and happiness. be more sensitive to your, and others', feelings. don't take things too seriously - play; have fun - and realize that not everyone is trying to harm you or your feelings.

pile two

let's face the facts - you see everything. you have a true curiosity when it comes to the world around you. you can also see good thing come towards you from a mile away - chances are you can sense who/what is good or bad for you. keep a watch for opportunities in the world around you; they are surely set to appear.

you aren't hearing the universe shouting at you not to settle. there is no time limits on life. listen to your gut - if you feel something is missing, listen. it is never too late to fill the spaces in your life that you feel are lacking. follow you heart and your instincts when seeking what exactly those missing pieces are. know it is okay to release the things that once brought you joy - you are allowed to change. it's time to declutter life.

pile three

you see what motivates others - you see what they truly want beneath the front they put forth. you also understand what you do and why you do it. you know when someone wants recognition versus when they want attention from others. you might also see the ideal state of things; in that respect, you are sort of an optimist!

you aren't listening to those, and yourself, that it is time to let go and free yourself from false hope. hope is a good thing to have but know that when a pattern presents itself or when you are stuck in a cycle, sometimes it is up to you to walk away. it's not enough for you to hope that things will change, you are have to take action for things to get better. hear me when i say that you must free yourself from your past and from the destructive things in your life - the new year in around the corner; drop the old in time for the new to come in. it's alright to make difficult or unpopular decisions.

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other then that, thank you for reading! don't forget to comment down below which monster you believe is coming to join us next monday?

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artist-issues · 4 months

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I just found out you like the Twilight Zone! Please talk about your favorite episodes, if you have the time!

Oh yay, sure! I started watching the Twilight Zone about five years ago and it’s become one of my top 3 favorite tv shows of all time. It’s creepy, and I have a low tolerance for psychological horror, so I take my time watching it. But my favorite three episodes are a lot of other people’s faves, too.

I think the very best one is It’s A Good Life. This kid is born with godlike powers—he can do anything—but he chooses to make everything the way he wants it. He transports his whole town out of the world or destroys the rest of the world—the townspeople aren’t sure which. Their lives revolve around keeping this kid happy, because if he’s ever upset, he does terrible things to them. He doesn’t like it when people look at him like he’s the monster he is, so he strikes them blind, or turns them into toys, or, if he even hears you thinking unhappy thoughts he sends you “to the cornfield.” Which is basically death. The whole town is constantly telling the boy that everything he does is good, and everything they feel is good, and they’re always telling each other to think everything is good. And eventually one guy stands up to the boy (the boy’s name is Anthony) and gets fed up, and Anthony kills that guy, then makes it snow, which kills all the remaining crops in the town, and the people just sort of go… “I guess we won’t have food now. That’s a good thing you did, Anthony.” And it ends.

Because the thing is, all of the stuff that sets Anthony off—all of his little pet peeves that everybody tiptoes around—they’re actual good things. He doesn’t like other kids because they don’t always do what he wants. He doesn’t like dogs because they are afraid of him. He doesn’t like music, or television, unless it’s what he creates. He thinks suffering is funny and he likes to make up vicious creatures, then kill them, and have everybody approve of it.

Anthony is forcing everyone to behave like what is really good is actually bad, and what is really evil is actually good. He flips right and wrong on it’s head, and everyone goes along with it out of fear.

I also love Eye of the Beholder, even though it’s on the nose. (HA. Get it) The Sixteen Millimeter Shrine is incredible too. That idea that nostalgia for whatever you thought was the best time of your life can actually imprison you…and you don’t even know it’s a prison. And it keeps you from embracing and growing in and loving the rest of your life.

And Where Is Everybody, for those of you who’ve never seen The Twilight Zone, is the very first episode, and it just perfectly captures the weird “what is going on” vibe that draws you into the show.

I think there are two things that make me love The Twilight Zone.

The first is that every episode “makes you think.” Usually they don’t have conclusions where everything is explained, or resolved; Anthony is not defeated, Barbara Jean stays in the movie screen with no explanation of how she got in there or what will happen to her now…but the fact that the storytellers leave it like that literally forces you to think more about what you just saw.

Your brain naturally goes, “yikes, the kid just gets to keep making life a nightmare? Don’t like that. If I were in there I would’ve just knocked him on the back of the head. Why didn’t anybody do that?” And by having to think about it more, you aren’t critiquing or arguing with the actual story. You’re thinking it over, trying to figure it out, because you naturally accept that there is something there to be worked out. The “message” of every episode gets under your mental guard, works it’s way into your worldview.

You watch “It’s a Good Life” and realize that not everything is “good.” Sometimes there’s plain evil that can’t be reasoned with or explained away in the world, and you just have to stop protecting yourself with pretending otherwise and do something about it. The townspeople should’ve all stopped pretending and worked together, or been brave enough to realize stopping the monster or dying trying was better than living in fear.

And that brings me to the second thing I love about The Twilight Zone: every episode has a message. It has something it wants you to think about. It’s not just tickling your suspense-responses, or giving you a brain worm about nothing but creepiness. It’s not trying to get you “in your head” to “figure it out.”

I know I just said it makes you think, but it specifically makes you think about something real, a concept that affects real life. The Twilight Zone answers enough of your questions with each story to make you think about the lesson, and doesn’t give you enough information to be like, “I’m going to figure out the Easter eggs, and the backstory behind how everybody in Eye of the Beholder got pig noses!”

The Twilight Zone makes it obvious that there are important questions to ask when you watch a story, (like, “Why didn’t everybody work together to kill Anthony?”) and there are useless, unimportant questions to ask when you watch a story. (Like “where did Anthony’s godlike superpowers come from?”) And it specifically engineers each story so that you’re more emotionally involved with the RIGHT questions, instead of the arbitrary questions.

Nowadays everybody’s like, “let’s figure out exactly where that Easter Egg came from! Let’s see if we can figure out what version of Arthur’s narrative is the REAAAL one in The Joker! I can’t actually verbally explain what Christopher Nolan was doing but I totally got Tenet.” 🙄

I’m tired of stories that are all shock-&-awe and no meat. The Twilight Zone might ask you simple questions, but they’re really good, important ones to have answers to. And the artfully suspenseful, show, don’t-tell episodes of The Twilight Zone make those questions stick in your head and your heart.

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notveryimpressed · 11 months

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Mittens

Villain: Alright, gather round, everyone! I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss. Behold this adorable, helpless creature before us—a stray kitten that has wandered into our secret lair!

Right Hand: A kitten? Seriously, boss? Are we really going to waste our time on this?

Villain: Silence, Right Hand! This is a matter of strategic importance. We must name the kitten! It will be a symbol of our power and dominance!

Scientist: I believe we should approach this from a scientific standpoint. We could name the kitten something related to our field of expertise, like "Schrodinger" or "Quantum Paws."

Henchmen 1: How about "Clawface"? It sounds menacing, boss!

Henchmen 2: No, no, "Whisker Wrecker" is way better! It strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies!

Villain: Interesting suggestions, my loyal henchmen. But we need a name that represents our superior intellect and style. How about "Fur-midable Feline"?

Right Hand: Boss, with all due respect, that's a bit too on-the-nose, don't you think?

Villain: Very well, Right Hand, you think you're so clever. What's your brilliant suggestion?

Right Hand: How about "Mittens"?

Scientist: Mittens? Seriously, Right Hand?

Right Hand: Hear me out! Imagine the look on our enemies' faces when they discover that the most feared villain in the world has a sidekick named "Mittens." It's unexpected, it's genius!

Henchmen 1: I like it! "Mittens" is the perfect cover name for an evil genius like our boss.

Henchmen 2: Yeah, and imagine how confused the heroes will be when they hear the command, "Release the fury of Mittens!"

Villain: (chuckles) Very well, we shall name the stray kitten "Mittens." But remember, under that innocent name lies the heart of a true supervillain!

Right Hand: It's settled then. Mittens it is. Now, can we get back to our plans for world domination?

Villain: Of course, Right Hand. But first, we must ensure that Mittens has a secret identity to match ours. I hereby declare that we shall fashion a tiny black cape and a miniature mask for our feline companion!

Scientist: I'll get right on it, boss. Miniature supervillain accessories for Mittens, coming up!

Please follow me or reblog my writing. it really motivates me to write

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kirbyoctournament · 6 months

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The future blends into the past. The star descends.

...Ahh, that form. The beauty we sought to create.

The one who will free us in all forms. We sought freedom, and so we created 'that'.

Behold.

The earth shakes. The star descends from the skies.

The chimeric creature is a beautiful monstrosity. More graceful than a natural thing, with no malice expressed by its movements, she does not look at the participants.

There she is. The Chimera. Whatever you decide to call her, it doesn't matter. She is magic, and she is everything.

"My friends." She says, smooth and velvet. Her tones are high still, but less...squeaky, and more 'opera singer'. Or perhaps like the lure of the deep. Again she repeats it.

"I am pleased to see you all continuing our game." She speaks, dipping her head into a shallow bow; all moving as a cascade of water. "Did you enjoy this outcome? Did you like the fun you had with everyone? I hope you did, regardless of whether you won or lost."

"I will continue. Fear not." She closes her eyes as she lifts her head once again. "My true goal, as you may see, was gaining enough power to break this seal. My mother's friend, bound to this seal for eternity... how could she allow that? In all these worlds. No matter who the heroes were, always were some sealed, or lost, or in pain..."

Aife clasps her hands together. "No. She could not allow this. So she took two of us from the nursery and nurtured us. She fed us, taught us... how could we not carry out that mission she gifted us with? It was only one, and yet my sister- that spear our dear voters seemed to prefer as well over me- spurned this."

She's quiet for a second.

"...No, she didn't. She... ha. It's not funny. She destabilized. Evidently she was too powerful for her own good. I was the, ah, balanced one. So, ahh..."

"...Where was I going with this? It doesn't matter. For once, my head doesn't hurt and my heart doesn't feel as though it'll burst. This... being in this form is powerful, and makes me feel light as air. My veins are.. It is almost as though I am alive."

"I'll have enough power now... I won't allow any more taking of freedom. I won't allow any more death."

...With that, she turns to the pink crystal behind her.

#aife #kirby oc tournament story

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spaceless-vacuum · 1 year

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Ok one hi I just found your blog I really love your stuff.

And two

I am surprised I have not found any yandere link universe x Lynel Reader

Can I request a

Yandere father link universe x baby cub foal Lynel reader

separate links

( I don't know what you call a baby Lynel so I am doing cub faol

They find the reader after they killed her father brothers or mother? ( Don't know if there a female one)

And they feel guilty and the little one has yet open her eyes and she impret on them so they take her to the group.

Who became the uncle's lol

Please and thank you

You immediately remind Twilight of the goats he used to raise in Orden and he's the first to rush to your side and help you out. He is the first one to start taking care of you and it's pretty immediately the way he attaches to you. The others run over to see what he's looking at and low and behold they accidentally skipped over something during their first initial glance. Time looks around the group and it's evident that with your parents now dead there's no one left to take care of you but them. They can't leave you be and who knows if there's any other Lynels even roaming this territory.

Even though a few voices in the group are hesitant. Wind is confused as to how this is going to work with everyone else in the group and Warrior is unsure as to how a monster would interact with others, but they warm up quickly and it's not to discourage the group from abandoning you, rather they have honest questions that end in answers. Twilight just glances at them, says he knows what he's doing seeing as he was a farmhand, and argues with the others about how they need to take you to a safer location. Here with them is safer than anywhere else so what's the harm in keeping you? After all Twilight is the one with all the experience with horses and other farm animals so how different can lynels be?

Wilds has all the answers for that question. He just starts infodumping about them. What weapons they use, how they fight, how to best approach them for combat and to sneak around, and Legend butts in saying he's the only other hero there to have faced a few. He did only fight three and they sure were tough but this is a baby and they can't go talking about how to fight lynels, I mean you're right there, it's rude. Overall Legend is more cautious than Wild but both find that their previous encounters don't spoil having you around at all.

Legend is unsure as to how he's supposed to interact but he quickly warms up after deciding you are the cutest thing ever to step foot into their group, even putting you over Wolfie. Although a baby Wolfie would be adorable he's no match. Legend will coo at you calling you a strong vicious monster and Twilight hates it soooo much. You're far too sweet and delicate to even get in a fight! Not vicious at all!! Legend bites back arguing that any creature that can break a shield is strong enough to be called a legendary beast; Wild then has to point out that he breaks shields all the time. Four says that doesn't count and Sky takes the role of the mam bird who rushes you away under his dial cloth while the others bicker.

Time and Warrior watch over your nap time while Sky holds you close to his chest.

Twilight gets defensive after a while of conversation about actual Lynels and not the baby they now have to care for and takes you from Skys arms to go find some milk and a cool spring to set you by. He reminds Legend that you're certainly not dangerous!! You're only a baby and you can't do any harm.

Sky is super interested in surface creatures but doesn't come off as anything other than a mother hen who pecks others when they get too close. He is the designated nap time guy at this point and gladly scoops you into his arms at any chance he gets.

Hyrule is more cautious but has admitted that he isn't afraid of you. He's just not sure how to approach you. He likes to watch you run around camp when you're awake and makes sure you stay out of trouble. Once he warms up to you he starts to braid flowers into your hair and makes your guys hair match for the day.

Wild loves to take photos as keepsakes and memories.

Time adores watching you walk around camp wandering from person to person seeing who they are and what they're doing. Fierce for this part has vowed to protect his new person and jokes to Time that you're just like him when he was younger. Fierce wonders offhandedly what to do when the group gets into a fight. You're too young to be taught right now but the group is undoubtedly followed by death. He doesn't want you to get hurt but what if you rush into battle? What age do lynels begin to teach their young? He doesn't want to see you wielding a weapon anytime soon but is also aware that he might be able to when you're older.

Legend and Time are already cementing themselves into the role of your uncles. Legend is super hyper about having you around. He gets a kick out of how non hostile you are and loves to look after you and always accepts responsibility for you when no one else is around.

They all feel so bad about killing your dad at first but it fades quickly as they start to get attached. They're so much better for you anyways. They will teach you so much and if anyone complains about the hero's raising a lynel they'll simply teach them a lesson! It's so awesome having you around and everyone agrees Twilight will be the one to raise you long term.

When they wind up in his hyrule they help get you used to the area and pastimes like fishing and walking around so you get a better lay of the land. Hopefully it will start to feel like home to you. Twilight is hoping you'll get along well with the farm animals and is so happy to have you around. New dad unlocked.

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cottonundiestf · 5 days

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Come one, come all!

I have for you, on this most auspicious day, a creature the likes of whoch have never been seen!

Standing 10 feet tall and covered in silken, shimmering scales, I present to you the newest breed of sex pet!

Behold, Lay'la! The half-dragon nymphomaniac!

Just gaze upon those feminine curves! The massive bust, the waspish waist, those CHILD. BEARING. HIPS! Thus creature was bred for 1 thing and 1 thing only, folks! To be the most wonderful addition to any brothel or private collection!

Don't let the claws and fang fool you, patrons. This slutty creature is submissive as a lamb and twice as gentle, to boot! She may be strong as an ox, and sturdy as an earth-elemental, but she is an obedient, albeit shy, pet to own.

I will warn you, gentlemen, she is not well versed in the ways of pleasing a man, but LADIES! A forked tongue and a prehensile tail are delightful tools at her disposal!

See how she blushes and hides her face at the mere mention? Awwww... the poor thing is bashful. Don't let that demeanor fool you, folks, she is wild in the sack!

Let's start the bidding at 5000 gp!

I didn't understand what was being said right away. It was almost like the announcer was speaking things and they registered as being real.

I was on a stage, only to realize I was looming over everyone else on the stage. I was the most eye-catching thing there with my soft scales catching the light.

My name, the way they pronounced it, sank into my mind. Lay'la. No second name. Half-dragons didn't get family names because we were property. I didn't even register my brain draining to adjust to the duller mindset of an owned pet.

Everyone was watching my absurd hourglass figure and my flaring hips. My tail wrapped around one of my thighs, rubbing my needy cunt. It was embarrassing being in front of so many people, but I did feel the thrumming in my center knowing someone would take me home to serve them as a sex pet.

I blushed under my cheek ridges, but that didn't seem to slow down the bidding. I was going to make someone very rich and someone else very satisfied!

#character sheet transformation #petification #species change #monster girl

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sheloves-toomuch · 1 month

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Chapter 2: Who Are You?

Part 2, continued from Introductions. I'm still working on a title. Please don't copy my work, post, or use it without my permission.

In this chapter, Zenosyne discovers a little more about her party members... and a little more about who she may have been before losing her memories... The song lyrics are slightly altered but taken from the song Téir Abhaile Riú by Celtic Woman.

TW: blood, hypnotism.

Evening rain pelted the ground in a steady rhythm, and the sky flashed intermittently with the bright lightning of the heavens.The party had taken refuge beneath a towering cliffside just beyond the Druid’s Grove to keep themselves out of the elements. It had been many weeks since the start of their journey together, but the unusual band of misfits that traipsed through Faerun looking for the cure to their Ilithid curse had grown fond of one another. Each of them had their unique quirks, this was true. Lae’zel was arguably just as ferocious as Zenosyne had predicted, and her coarse manner had not softened in the slightest. Shadowheart talked more with her companion, but it seemed the more that the priestess of Shar spoke the more questions there were surrounding her past. Karlach, however, was more and more thrilled at the prospect of having new friends and of being free of the hells- even if just for a time. Her zest for life left Zenosyne feeling as though her cup had been filled whenever they talked. Gale and Wyll left her feeling this way, too, in their own ways.

Astarion was a different matter- one which left Zenosyne questioning what it was that she felt towards him. Although Gale had revealed the dreadful curse bestowed upon him by the goddess Mystra- Astarion felt it necessary to chide him on his secrecy. It was a brazen thing to do, considering everyone knew that he was hiding something himself. The hypocrisy of the pale elf was not lost on Zenosyne- but she felt a sadness within him that left her both curious and patient. When he was ready, he would reveal his secrets.

It happened one day before they had gotten far past the blighted village beyond the Emerald Grove. There stood a man dressed in leather armour, looking fairly quaint but sure of himself. The man introduced himself as Gandrel.

“I am a Gur- a monster hunter, if you will.”

“Oh?” Astarion asked, leaning in just enough to insert himself between Zenosyne and the stranger. “You’re a monster hunter? I thought all Gur were vagrant cut throats… and what is it you’re hunting then? A beholder? A mimic?”

“Well, much worse than that. I’m hunting the lowest of foul creatures that stalk these lands.” He replied.

Zenosyne sniffed the air, it was thick with a metallic smell. In that moment she gagged, a terrible turn in her stomach- as though it were making every muscle inside her quake in revulsion. Whatever it was, there was more to her reaction than simply disgust at the scent.

“Pure iron” Gandrel said, knowing what it was that she had noticed. “Forgive me for the smell.”

“Iron? Are you looking to… kill a Faerie creature?” She asked between gasps.

Shadowheart turned her gaze to the green-haired “elf” that recoiled before her. She had questioned Zenosyne’s lineage before, and it was true that elves had very distant Faerie blood- but it was not so much that they would normally be averse to pure iron. Few creatures were.

“Not a faerie, no.” Gandrel continued, “A vampire spawn. A cunning, evil creature named Astarion.”

Instead of showing her surprise, Zenosyne remained calm. She would not give away her knowledge. She felt Astarion bristle next to her. Suddenly, it was as though an old instinct- one that she had not known she had, came to the surface of her conscious mind. However, she was kept at bay from the iron he wore as a putrid cologne.

“A monster hunter such as yourself should know better than to look for a vampire spawn in the broad daylight.” She said, then as if she were hypnotizing the Gur- she curled one finger towards herself, walking slowly towards the open water they had been following along. The river was gently moving, and she made certain to be upstream from the flow as she removed her heavy armour and stepped into the water. Dark green, almost black scales crawled up her skin like spiders crawling upwards on a web. She fell slightly in the water, letting the waves take her body a little. She turned and swam against the current with newfound vigor, like a salmon swimming upstream. A powerful fish-like tail manifested from the splashes.

Gandrel’s body turned slowly, his eyes unmoving from her form as she moved. With her back towards them, she turned to look over her bare shoulder.

“Come, now, and follow me down, follow me down, follow me down…” She sang.

He moved slowly, his face gently smiling at her call.

"Look how she's off on the town

She's off on a search for sailors though

There's fine fellas here to be found

She's never been one to stay at home"

His boots made contact with the water, and he waded in slowly- the iron dust flowing down offstream into the unknown. She held her hand up- palm facing him and he stopped his steps, face unchanging. She extended one finger outwards, and slowly pointed in front of her.

"Come now and follow me down,

Follow me down, follow me down,

There's fine sailors walking the town

And waiting to meet the ladies there"

Keeping the distance that she was enforcing, Gandrel walked around her. He moved downstream further and his dreadful aroma of pure iron washed away. She slowly let her pointed finger fall, and he followed it slowly beneath the rushing current.

"Stay here and never you mind

The lights of the town are blinding you

The sailors they come and they go

But listen to what's reminding you

Handsome men surrounding you

Dancing a reel around you"

She began to pull at an invisible force, and he swam towards her- the last of the iron on his person washing away. At his approach, she lifted her palms upwards and he rose from the water- eyes opening, face smiling.

She pulled him in closer- wrapping both arms around the monster hunter, and held him in a close embrace. The poor fool sighed as he rested into her comforting arms-

“She’s not some moon or sun elf” Shadowheart said, echoing her previous observations. All of their gazes were fixed on her strange power.

With one swift motion, she drew a dagger up into the air and brought it down upon his back.

Not a sound was heard, and he slumped slowly from her embrace into the water- blood mixing with the fresh, clear stream as it carried him away.

“She’s a siren.” Shadowheart whispered.

The waves carried Gandrel far from the party and out of view, and Zenosyne watched as he disappeared. Finally, she let out a sigh as if she had been holding her breath that whole time. Tension seemed to let go within her.

They did not see the dark figure hiding behind the trees, watching as her scaled slowly faded into flesh again. An old woman smiled to herself.

"Well, well" Astarion said, "Looks like someone has a little secret of their own. When exactly were you intending on sharing that little detail?"

Zenosyne dragged herself out of the river, understanding now what the purpose of her flowing light clothes had been all along- a way to keep quick in the water. Not weighed down by the weight of wool or velvet.

"Whenever I discovered that I had it" she said, her voice still low and melodic despite her song having ended.

"By the way" she added, picking up her armour, "I believe I may have been a siren before I was captured by the mindflayers."

"You don't say" Astarion mocked, but his face betrayed his amusement.

As they continued to walk there were whispers among the companions that Zenosyne could barely make out between the crunching leaves and sounds of the forest. She knew that the whispers were likely about her. They certainly didn't trust her now, if they had to begin with. She decided to leave the conversation about the revelation that had been made about both herself and Astarion at their meeting with the monster hunter. There was no need to address an already nebulous topic after such a day.

Finally, they stopped their whispers and their quiet steps when they came upon a rather dingy sheep.

"What are you doing? Are you far from home?" Zenosyne asked the sheep, hardly expecting a response at all. She went to walk past when the sheep said, "Baaa."

Everyone stood silently.

That was a rather human sounding "Baa" if any of them had every heard one. It was most certainly not from any old run-of-the-mill sheep.

They all waited in quiet anticipation, their hearts racing at the chilling realization. Zenosyne decided to keep up the facade, and echoed its call.

"Baaa" she responded.

The sheep seemed satisfied with this, and moved on from them. They all let out a collective breath of relief. They continued to move forward carefully and kept their eyes wide open, surrounded by "sheep" in the lush green grass. There was a beautiful clearing beneath a tree that shed small white apple blossoms in the wind.

"This is oddly calm" Gale whispered. "There's a dark hint of weave in the air." He dared say no more lest they be overheard by the "sheep" that watched them all too closely.

Upon a second glance, one of the suspicious creatures gnawed at an old wicker basket half open. A few apples were sitting sweetly inside, and a note accompanied them:

"Have a rest, on Auntie Ethel, dear"

"Was that there before?" Gale asked.

Zenosyne sighed, and dried herself in the warm sun beneath the sweet smelling apple tree.

"What a sweet old lady" She said, and reached out for one of the apples. "I'm famished."

With closed eyes she bit ferociously into the tempting apple. She chewed slowly, eyes meeting those of the others.

"Have you never learned not to take food from strangers?" Shadowheart asked.

"I... must hasten to agree with Shadowheart" Gale added quickly. "You never kn-"

Zenosyne hit the ground with a loud thud, and fell into a deep slumber.

"Know" Gale finished.

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littlemissnobody124 · 2 years

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Sunlight

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

Words: ~1.2k

Warnings: age gap, slow burn romance, I think 18+ in later chapters but for now it’s just storytelling, somewhat dark, mentions/implied death, blood

A/N: hi, this is my next writing fic, I have finally written about 3 chapters and the only inspiration im getting is from Hozier songs like cherry wine, as it was, and also sunlight. I have written some more chapters on my other fic but I feel it needs to be reworked also hopefully you read this and like it. *if you wanna be added to/removed from my taglist ask me and I’ll add/remove you with no worries at all*

He walked down the stairway on unsteady stones, the only source of light coming from the candle in the chamber stick he held. Walking down the path in the deepest part of the kingdom, finally reaching the bottom was greeted by a cell at the end of the dark hall within it a creature he came to greet.

All there was is all four walls coming together deep down within the earth, leaks coming from above smelling of soil and rain as the storm finished before he decided to come down to the creature's cell.

Slowly, padding toward its cell door to see the visitor who wished to talk to them. As the candle came closer so did its features become shown. Eyes as dark and big as the star-encased sky, make you believe that they couldn’t see a thing but could see all at the same time. Hands similar to a human's with the exception of their sharp black nails, and black encasing the tips of each finger. Teeth sharp and a few longer than others. Hair mangled as it’s been unkempt, cheeks sunken, and clothes barely hanging on to its body looking on the brink of death but being in its cell for over two centuries. No one visits as everyone says ‘it’s an accursed thing’, whenever they have to explain to their children why to never go down into the basement.

But, him. He chooses to ignore what his father says to see what it looked like one late night several years ago. Ever since he visits whenever there’s a full moon for a couple of days to see such a wondrous creature. As it's not as accursed as his father makes them out to be.

Tonight should’ve been like every other night, with the difference of him smiling, and reaching out his hand to me but with blood slowly drying on his hand, shirt, and pants. It was a sight to behold as he spoke, “I’ve come to finally free you, beloved,” with blood splattered across his face. His eyes showed me love but his outward appearance showed me something darker.

“What did you do?” was all I could slowly choke out, as my mouth and throat were parched.

“I’m sorry where are my manners,” speaking to me once again, taking his hand that was reached out and moving back.

“Saving you from this lonely hell my family has given you,” he began again as he steadied his sword ready to swing at the lock and chains holding my cell together, “you deserve so much more than this. So, I took my rightful place from your current captors so I can finally free you.”

Charging up his sword with a very clear and strong spell as his sword flew a bright red and then he swung. Swiftly breaking what once was my lock, now shards on the ground. Quickly opening the door, stepping over the shards, and bringing himself to one knee.

“May I finally greet you properly as mine? And do not worry I will carry you so as to not hurt you anymore from this point on,” he told me as he looked up at me.

Slowly giving my hand out to him and beginning to speak I reply, “you may, but be gentle with me, please. What is your name?”

“Christopher Evans, but just for you you can call me Chris my beloved,” I was told as he kissed the back of my hand, “and yours?”

“(Y/f/n), (Y/f/n) (y/l/n) is my name, it’s been so long since anyone’s asked me for my name,” it was like a shout but only fell upon his ears, if others would were here no one hear as it wouldn’t echo throughout and before I knew it I was whisked up into his arms, spun around, and held as gentle but tight as he could hold me without taking my breath away.

Now bound to him as if I made a contract, now without a word or a doubt. Then starting the slow ascension to the outside from this underground purgatory.

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Before we knew it, there we were at the door. He set me down and gave me a look as if I should be the one to open the door to my freedom. Opening that door made me feel the heaviness that I had been carrying lifted off my shoulders.

All I could see before was the darkness, feeling the bricks as I scraped another line down the brick indicating a day. From what I could tell, all I ever did was count, recount my happiest memories, my worst moments, and whatever I could entertain myself with. Well until Chris, then I was counting the days, minutes, and hours until he returned. Now I never need to do that again.

As I stood at the doorway, holding my hand within my own slowly walking out. I could see within these elegant walls, and took a turn to my left another door. With windows showcasing the sunlight through the windows and its curtains flowing through slowly. Walking towards it, I took a look back at Chris and he nodded. Turning back to the door I opened it and took in the open garden in what could be the middle of the whole castle.

I took in the sun as it began to rise, its sunlight swimming with the clouds bringing out colors I hadn’t seen in so long made me tear up. Feeling the sun as it rose and shone on my skin after so long felt bittersweet in a way.

Just as I began walking into the garden, a maid took a turn before taking in my form startled by what she was witnessing. As she was thinking about running to get one of the guards, sees Chris walk from behind me and realizes what happened.

She took in his form from the now-dried blood, and you could see the multiple things she questioned and the conclusions she was coming up with.

“If you are going to tell a guard or anyone else about my beloved, do tell them that I let her out and I plan to take her as my queen,” he thundered to her. Feeling chills run up my spine as he then took in my form.

“I’m gonna need to get you new clothes, and get food in you as you’re just so small,” Chris insisted to me as he turned me toward him, taking my hands into his.

“Then I’m gonna need to find out how such a small thing as yourself is so dangerous,” he chuckled to himself. Picking me up once more, he began walking into the castle and up the staircase to the third floor. Walking on towards the end of the hallway.

Opening the door to a room half as big as the garden downstairs.

“This is where you’ll be staying, and don’t worry I’ll notify everyone that you are so you won’t have any problems, my love,” he assured me, bending down to one knee. “Now I won’t be gone long but until then I'll have one of my best guards’ outside until I am. And I’ll send in a maid to help you out as well.”

All I could do was nod until he left me in this room to my own devices.

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twst-drabbles · 2 years

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Azul 5

Summary: Deep at the bottom of the ocean, inside a magic made bubble, with beautiful nightlights buried in the sand, was a replica of your home.

It’s almost boring, being down here, in the place he once called his home.

The sights are familiar, the blue lights of various creatures slowly drifting to the gentle lull of the current, the various rocks and plants that are almost still, as though time doesn’t affect them. It’s as though nothing here has changed.

It’s almost an insult. The bubbles that float up must be filled with the sea’s laughter, for the changes his body was forced to take, for how much he’s grown in size.

Before being brought home, before being rescued, Azul had assumed that everyone must grow into these sizes. It was normal for his family, normal for the Leech brothers as well. Lo and behold what became of the others when he saw them again. Azul was grossly huge in comparison to everyone else.

At least they can squeeze themselves into your home, but Azul can’t. All he can do is linger around the bubble that protects your home, that keeps your air perfect for you, so that all particularly vicious creatures will be warded away by him. He can so easily wrap his whole body around your house, with room to spare.

He needs to be smaller. He needs to…looks less like himself.

Azul dreams of the day he can enter this bubble, to walk around the nightlights embedded in the sand, have your hands squish his face like you did when he was smaller. Jade and Floyd will laugh at him for being a soft octopus, but hypocrites that they are, they’ll nibble at your skin for your affection as well.

“Hey, Azul,” Floyd swam just under his eye, still as small as a common fish, a sharp grin on his face, “we have a little peeper over there. Think they’ll let me eat their eyes?”

White eyes glared like full moons, looking past their forms and locked onto the house to the side of them.

“Nonsense Floyd, we have more class than that, rather,” Jade showed up on the other side, “wouldn’t it be easier to make them give us their eyes? Surely, they don’t have a use for them if they’re this simple minded to ignore us.”

“No need,” Azul lashed out a tentacle, grabbed the offending creature barely hiding behind the rocks before launching them farther into the cold ocean, “our precious Caretaker is going to be here soon, as they promised, and I’m very sure they’ll be able to smell the gore on your breaths.”

Floyd gave a huff while Jade gave a sigh of his own. Whiners, the both of them.

The telltale sound of a transport mirror alerted Azul, though Jade and Floyd were the first to react. Both of them dashed to their recently constructed perch rocks. For whatever reason, they find it fun to baffle you with odd poses or gifts. Azul simply let his weight fall to the sand just outside the bubble’s limit. He pushed his head past the bubble.

When you came outside in your slippers, Azul accidentally let his voice boom out as he spoke in your human tongue.

“Caretaker!” Azul took a second to adjust his voice, mentally punishing himself for not getting control over himself when he should already, “Oh how we both missed you.”

“Hey there,” you nodded to each of them, sitting on the steps of your house.

“While nothing has changed, I do have to welcome you back into this humble abode of ours. Had I the access to resources, I’d certainly spruce this place up, but, well, you can clearly see the issues with that,” Azul tilted his head to the house, where the too-small mirror is, “on the account that everything is simply not tailored to little old me.”

One day. Azul has been practicing to get his size down, so one that one day he can walk among you once more. Just, please have patience with him.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #ask #drabble #octavinelle #azul #azul ashengrotto #sanctuary au #reader insert

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moonlightkitkat · 1 year

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Behold! I suddenly got intense spoons for creating a Genshin x Pixie Hollow AU.

This is the main listing of talents I have for the characters. They’re based on the pixie hollow books, so there are a lot more talents then in the movies! In the books there are a lot of subsections and specialized talents as well, so many characters will dance around a bit with their talents! Some of them also will have one talent, but join another field to help out! If anyone has any ideas on where some characters could be moved around to better suite their talents, please let me know in the comments or tags!

To keep my posts tagged for this AU, they’ll be under #PixieImpact!

Animal-

Razor-Razor is a young fairy, but he is most interested in the most dangerous of animals. He doesn’t spend much time around the other fairies, preferring to spend time with the big scary creatures instead.

Gorou-Gorou trains animals, specifically to carry out tasks! He helps train them to get used to fairies riding them, and to learn steering controls! He helps make sure each scout has their own perfect match.

Itto-Itto specializes in bugs. He knows every kind of bug, their favorite food, their names, and their skills. He likes racing them and pushing them to be the best bugs they can be.

Arts-

Xinyan-Xinyan specializes in instruments! She is the musician behind most of the play’s and story’s put on in the theatre!

Yun Jin- Yun Jin is a songstress and story teller. She weaves the most elaborate stories, and has a voice that soothes your heart.

Kazuha- Kazuha is a poet, and is a fan of wind instruments. He helps a lot backstage, preferring not to be the one on the main stage.

Fyschl-Fyschl’s stories are… interesting. They’re captivating and full of drama, though she doesn’t break character after leaving the stage. All of the plays she puts on are of her own character and her adventures(usually a dramatized version of the daily events). People often see her shows to get caught up on daily events. It takes lots of discussion to reveal the true story beneath her fabrication though.

Nilou-Nilou is an elegant dancer. She performs at most events. She’s a water talent fairy, and she combines her talent with her love for dance. She helps with special effects backstage as well.

Baking-

Xiangling-Xiangling is the head baker of Pixie Hollow. She loves experimenting with strange ingredients, but she never understands why no one eats it… however, her talents do aid her with creating the most mouthwatering dishes you could imagine!

Diona-Diona specializes in drinks! In Pixie hollow there is no alcohol, only sugar highs! She enjoys creating fun drinks for everyone to enjoy! She’s a newly born fairie, and is very beloved in the community. She has a sharp tongue though.

Dust keeping-

Zhongli-Zhongli is one of the eldest fairies, almost old enough to remember the birth of the pixie dust tree. He has long since retired, now enjoying life in pixie hollow. He does however lend a helping hand whenever they need one, which is often. He may be old, but he hasn’t lost his energy.

Albedo- Albedo is Zhongli’s successor. He teaches new dust keepers of their duties, as well as holding classes for the properties of dust.

Sucrose-Sucrose enjoys using dust to create new effects, the Zarina of this AU. However, she wasn’t banished due to her creations and discoveries. In Pixie hollow, it’s welcomed to try new things, and the discovery of the properties of dust was shocking and incredible! She works under Albedo, who oversees her studies.

AlHaithem- AlHaithem delivers all of the reports of the pixie dust tree to the scribes. He’s basically considered a scribe due to how much time he spends in the libraries studying. He knows just about everything in pixie hollow. He also helps deliver the daily dosage of pixie dust to the fairies in pixie hollow.

Fast flying-

Venti- an elder fairy, though you’d never guess it with how much energy he has. Venti is the fastest fairy in pixie hollow, yet also the laziest. He prefers to spend time with his friends, enjoying the pleasures of pixie hollow. He also enjoys Diona’s sweet and sugary drinks! He loves his sugar highs.

Wanderer-a troublemaker in pixie hollow. He enjoys causing mischief, though you’ll never catch him doing so. He doesn’t shirk his duties, but he grows bored of them. Despite his youthful appearance, he’s an older fairy. He’s incredibly fast, creating strong winds.

Sayu- a sleepy fairy. She’s fast, but she tires easily from her speed.

Yelan-Yelan works with the scouts often, using her speed to help get to places quickly to offer aid and assistance.

Garden-

Nahida-a retired garden fairy. She offers help when needed, but she enjoys working in the scribes office more. She’s the oldest garden talent, but she isn’t an elder fairy like Ei or Venti or Zhongli.

Collei-Collei is a newer fairy, with lots of allergies. She has to be careful with what plants she works with, though she’s allergic to most of them. She spends most of her time in the hospital helping mix medicines for the healing talent fairies.

Tighnari-Tighnari is the leader of the garden talent fairies, chosen specifically by Nahida. He is an incredibly knowledgeable fairy, teaching others about the dangerous plants to look out for. He takes notes and studies new plants that arrive on neverland, and helps clear out/make maps of areas to avoid that are full of dangerous plants.

Diluc-Diluc is a gardening talent that specifics in produce. His fruits and veggies are the sweetest in pixie hollow, which are used to create the best tasting foods and drinks for events. His garden is kept secret to keep thieving and hungry fairies out.

Healer-

Baizhu- Baizhu is one of the lead healers in pixie hollow. He knows almost every ailment and every remedy! He’s a kind doctor who treats his patient with care.

Qiqi- A young fairy. She’s a service talent fairy who is quite attached to Baizhu. She was born with memory problems, but she has a knack for remembering what ingredients heal what ailment, and has most medicine formulas memorized. She might need a reminder here and there, but where her mind forgets, her muscles remember. Just don’t go reorganizing the office.

Barbara-Barbara is a water talent fairy who helps out in the hospital ward. She felt a calling to help those in pain, and learned that her waters have a soothing affects on aches and bruises. For minor pains, she often treats them, or she’ll assist in helping nullify pain if there’s a long wait to see one of the main doctors.

Candice- Candice helps Baizhu run the hospital. She’s kind motherly fairy who treats everyone with love and care. Unlike Baizhu, who’s passive aggressive with his scolding, she will scold her patients outright if they got hurt doing something foolish.

Light-

Klee-Klee is a newly born fairy who adores bright shiny things. She adores fireworks, and often has trouble with making her light less intense. Fires often follow Klee. She prefers walking and hopping around to flying most of the time. She hasn’t quite gotten the hang of her wings yet.

Yoimiya-Yoimiya creates her own fireworks! She works with tinker fairies to perfect them, and creates fireworks for events! Her presence feels like a sunny day, and her rainbows are the brightest.

Scribe-

Ningguang-is in charge of the scribe library. She knows every scroll and almost everything in pixie hollow. Her knowledge rivals Zhongli’s himself! Any event idea or plan change must be brought to her attention. She’s a very busy fairy.

Yanfei-Yanfei is basically a lawyer. She writes down any and all disagreements and deals, and makes sure fairies do good on their promises. Thanks to her, there’s order in Pixie hollow.

Xingqui- He makes copies of stories. He knows almost every story, and will get sidetracked reading new ones. He enjoys watching new plays, and as he watches, his hand is working faster than a hummingbirds wings to write down the entirety of the play in perfect handwriting. He gets a copy of the scripts as well, but Fyschls performances tend to have a lot of improv.

Shinobu- she takes note of most petty and silly accidents and disagreements. She mainly writes down lots of complaints and anything that causes production of any kind to slow down.

Hu Tao- Hu Tao keeps track of the newly born Fairies, as well as those who died due to disbelief. She’s the only one able to handle the morbid task without her light dying out.

Scouts-

Jean- Jean is incharge of creating patrols. She turns in patrol logs to the scribes, and is the leader of the scouts. Kind and responsible, no one doubts her position or abilities, though Jean feels she’s far too young to have the role.

Bennett- Bennett is on strict ground patrol. HES not allowed near tumbleweeds. Or thistles. Or water. Or fire. Pretty much anything really. However, he has an incredible eye, and a very loud voice. One can hear his voice from the bottom of the pixie dust tree if he were at the top. He’s on hawk duty, as his loud voice will quickly alert fairies in the nearby area of the danger.

Amber-a Cheerful scout. Her bright and Sunny personality is what made Jean place her as a scout within the more populated area. Seeing Amber places people’s minds at ease. Even if she seems distracted, she’s always alert. It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head.

Cyno- if you need to track down someone, Cyno is who you go to. He’s an incredible tracker, and a strong scout.

Eula-patrols along the borders of pixie hollow. She’s strong, and likes to work alone. Well, most of the time anyways.

Rosaria-Rosaria often skirts patrols. She’ll do a quick fly around, but often enjoys pursuing her own tasks. She’s a skeptical and guarded fairy.

Sara- Sara acts as a bodyguard. When a fairy needs to go on a dangerous mission, or needs to travel outside of pixie hollow, Sara is one of the fairies who might travel with them to ensure their safety.

Shenhe- A strong scout. She can practically smell trouble, often wandering away from patrols when something catches her attention, leading her to be right where she needs to be.

Xiao- one of the stronger scouts, and one of the elder fairies. He helps fight off/lead away predators. He’s gotten into tousles with Hawks and survived.

Heizou- a great tracker. Heizou can track a theif with ease. He has a sharp eye.

Service-

Thoma- Thoma is one of the top service talent fairies. He works with most of the leaders of the talents.

Noelle- works within the pixie hollow tree. She helps out with housework, but longs to join the scouts. She is the best at what she does.

Yao Yao- Yao Yao enjoys wandering around pixie hollow, carrying a bag full of supplies. Somehow she always has what’s needed, even if she doesn’t remember packing it, she knows it’s in her bag!

Mika- For a service talent, Mika works best as a mail deliverer! He’s quick and somehow always knows where the mail needs to go.

Keqing- she works with Ningguang, helping take note from less important tasks. She is one of Ningguang’s most trusted.

Star counting-

Mona- Mona uses star counting to read the future. She looks to spot danger in the future so they can best prepare for it ahead of time.

Layla- Layla uses Star counting to understand the world around her, rather than fortune telling. Though she is fascinated by Mona’s abilities.

Storm-

Ei- Ei is the leader of the storm talent fairies. She can create the most powerful of storms, but she prefers not to use her powers, for risk of harming neverland.

Lisa- Like Miko, she isn’t one to abuse her abilities. Despite being a storm talent fairy, she prefers to work with the scribes, helping keep the ever growing list of books and scrolls organized and tidy. She’s become the librarian of the library, knowing every scroll that comes in, where it goes, and who checked it out last.

Beidou- for a storm talent, Beidou is better at breaking up storms then making them. She can face a hurricane and turn it into a gentle wind, a thunderstorm into a light drizzle, and a heat wave into a nice sunny day.

Miko- Miko is one of the elder fairies, and rarely uses her abilities. She mostly enjoys the finer things in pixie hollow, such as reading and writing, and enjoying the plays that go on. She’s a lover of art, and is one who knows everything that goes on in pixie hollow.

Tinker-

Kaveh-Kaveh is a tinker who enjoys painting and architecture. He enjoys coming up with new building ideas to help out other talent fairies, and has lots of out there ideas. He enjoys using pixie dust on his models to see how it would hold up, which makes certain pixie dust keepers frustrated with. He often forgets to get himself his daily dose of pixie dust despite gathering so much extra for his tinkerings, leading him to walk on foot to the pixie dust tree.

Faruzan- enjoys making gizmos, and is especially good at puzzles! She’s not really an old fairy, but she likes to pretend she is.

Water-

Ayato- works alongside Kokomi as one of the leaders for the water talent fairies. He helps new fairies find the duties they best suite, and will hand out duties daily as the seasons change.

Kokomi- one of the strongest members of the water talents! She is known for her graceful use of her talents, which get things done efficiently and beautifully. Be warned though, don’t make her cross.

Tartaglia- a competitive water talent. He does his job quickly and efficiently, so he can hurry up and join games and competitions!

Winter-

Kaeya- Helps scout in winter! He rides a squirrel, which he playfully calls his seeing eye squirrel. He’s specifically a glacier talent, which can freeze any water except for salt water, as that disrupts the laws of nature!

Ayaka- she’s a frost talent who enjoys theatre and dance! She helps put on performances and helps with special affects!

Ganyu- Ganyu is a frost talent, and one of the older fairies. She is quite shy, and keeps to herself in the forest, enjoying the company of animals. One might think her to be an animal talent if not for her frost powers.

Chongyun- Chongyun is a glacier talent, who spends a lot of time patrolling the area. He helps out Kaeya with scouting.

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