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lowkeyclueless5137 · 6 months

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Rapunzel Riddle AU... but make it the Barbie version.

We can still follow some idea of the original background from the Rapunzel Riddle Au I told you before, but this time Riddle did not have healing hair, instead he has that magical brush✨

In this one, the witch (Madam Roseheart) is actually not Riddle's mother (so she is not Madam Roseheart :V), instead she is actually Riddle's real mother's twin sister who loves her twin's husband. The three of them used to be best friends, but a triangle love was formed and the Witch thought the King (Riddle's father, who was a Prince then) propose his love to her Boa Hancock's style (she thought Luffy proposed to her, when he just said thank you to her). It lead to a heartbreak when he announced his engagement to her twin, and hatred when she found out they're expecting a child.

Not long after his birth, she stole Riddle away and locked him in her castle. Riddle meet Trey and Che'nya still and it goes similarly to the original Rapunzel Riddle Au. However this time he still not in a tower, but the magic barrier around their castle is updated.

Riddle have magic, a strong one, but he never know about it because his "mother" forbidden it. Telling him how it is dangerous and unfitting for a "stupid" boy like him. But you see, Trey and Che'nya both have magic, and they have been teaching Riddle some basic spells that they know behind her back.

Riddle here is used to do basic houseworks and studying. He only ever learn about medicine, potions, and laws through the books he found in the library. In this AU, his "mother" hate him more than anything, so she doesn't want him to be smart. However, she often left him alone in the castle, which make him has a lot of free time to wander around and find many secret places in the castle. Including the hidden library underneath his room. The only reason why he know basic houseworks and cooking was because his "mother" is too lazy to do it herself and Trey know how to basic cooking so he teach Riddle so they can eat properly.

However, the Witch did not leave him to be too bored and then bother her, so she taught him how to draw and often left him some cheap art supplies to spent his time. Riddle really adore those gifts, because to him, those are his mother's way of showing her love to him. It must be.

So he draw everyday. Every time he got a spare time (which is a lot), he will spend it with drawing and painting. His room now fulls of his drawings.

Anyway, I don't really have an idea how to continue it for the moment because I am at work. But I will continue it if you're interested.

Heck yeah! Inferiority complex! :'D

I had to re-see the Barbie Rapunzel movie and BOI was it so feverish... Like I had to take the thermometer out and check if I'm sick or not. That weasel is nightmare fuel...

I also stood way too much with my makeshift whiteboard just contemplating how I would tackle this, because in the movie itself some pretty important shit was nifty and at worst, made me question life choices.

Anyhow! On with this chaos :'3

First of all, congratulations to Mr Rosehearts for finding a decent woman to marry U-Ub

Second, poor Riddle having his Cinderella moment, but worse since it's all he knows since he was an infant, therefore he has no idea it's wrong. :'3

He's getting better at housework over the years, but it's such a big house that it also takes a lot of time. So much that after he's done with the housework, Riddle either goes to rest or paints a bit.

Hence why, he never has proper time to cut his hair, growing so long he was dragging it on the ground if he doesn't tie it.

He meet Che'nya and Trey as kids that wondered through the forest to play. They would come and help Riddle with the work, so he could finish early and play together more. After a few years, Riddle would always pick for the 2's birthday some flowers from the garden, as a sort of gift for them. He sometimes felt bad he couldn't offer more, but Trey and Che'nya looked very happy with the flowers, which was what mattered after all.

Time goes by and the 3 become very close friends. The 2 do try to indulge Riddle into going out to the city or at least wonder through the forest. He couldn't, as his 'mother' could always come earlier home and if she doesn't find him there, she's going to be very mad.

One day, the 3 are cleaning the attic, when they find a very pretty box. Being curious teens, the 3 open the box, discovering a very simple brush. It wasn't something that special, just a simple wooden brush. Being not interested in it, none of the 3 even take it out of the box, but Riddle thinks to present it to his mother, in case she would want another brush for her hair.

Of course, the woman doesn't want the brush and tells Riddle to keep it since it was a simple brush anyone could find in the market for what? 3 coins? Cheap at best.

So very excited of this 'gift', Riddle takes it to his room, really excited since his last brush was a bit old and he couldn't use it properly anymore.

Watch his surprise when he finally gets to touch the thing and it turns into a beautiful silver brush. Being mesmerised by it, Riddle just can't wait to play with it and discover what it could do.

He also discovers he could turn it into various things, opting for a small pretty brush he puts to hold his hair (he doesn't have many things to tie his hair, so he often uses the sticks methods and other improvisations).

Trey and Che'nya are also very hyped about this, saying that it was a wand. When Riddle asks about it, the 2 show their own wands, which were made out of actual wood, unlike Riddle's silver paintbrush.

Trey explains that mages use wands when young to better control their magic. It doesn't really matter what kind of wand you have, if you study magic for a few years, you could just as well go without it. It's more of a training tool, but also used for better accuracy by doctors and other functions where magic has to be extremely precise. Wands were basically tools through which one could make their spells be extremely precise as opposed to freehanding it. Kinda like an add-on: you don't need it, but if you have it, it's in your advantage.

Che'nya says that it's a very pretty wand, as they never saw one made out of silver up until now. Sure, there were wands who had metal casing made out of copper or iron, but those were for guards who needed them in combat as swords or other weapons.

Even so, Riddle saw it as an act of love from his mother. Surely she knew what it was and didn't outright say it. This had to be how she shows her love. No, it isn't, bby, she thought it was some cheap wood brush.

So with this, all excided, Che'nya and Trey also show up their wands, made out of wood. Che'nya's often took the form of very intricate pins, while Trey's as baking tools, or, if he's out, just a simple stick. Nothing that special.

Riddle gets introduced then to a better understanding of the magic concept. He read about it in his free time, but actually practicing it was just something he would fathom about. Thankfully, children in the kingdom were obligated to attend magic base courses, as to avoid potential accidents caused by uncontrolled magic. Of course, the kids who show to be magicless only have to attend a few baiscs so they would know how to act in case of such accidents, while the ones who do have magic, have to study more baiscs and practices and even go up until they are teens. And Che'nya with Trey had to attend those courses. Of course, being open class, the 2 saw some adults attending too, so it wouldn't be far fetched if Riddle got to attend at least 2 or 3 lessons. Just to polish a bit. Until then the 2 tried to teach Riddle how to do it, as they knew he couldn't just leave the place.

But Riddle was, unfortunately, a horrifyingly fast learner. So fast that it ended up going the other way around, with Riddle teaching the 2 tips on improving their casting.

So seeing that the 2 were not capable on handling the teaching, Trey and Che'nya suggest, even insist that Riddle should attend those open classes. He could learn so much more from them and his talent won't just go to waste. His mother always told him to never pursue such thing, because he was unfit for it and this is what prompted Riddle to decline and and all insistences on the matter.

One pelicular day, Riddle had his mother at home, him being done with serving the tea and cleaning, as such simply staying outside and drawing a bird he saw on a branch. Of course, drawing with his wand, now turned into a pen.

That's when a horse is heard and some rides comes by, scaring the bird in the process. Of course, Riddle was mad about it, since the rider could've came more quietly and not scare the subject of the drawing.

The rider presents himself as Floyd. And he was coming from the southeast, for a celebration in the kingdom, but he got lost in the forest. He also ran out of food for his horse, Vorpal, so that's why he was in a bit of a hurry.

Riddle does indulge for the man to wait a bit, until he grabs a carrot so the horse could eat something. He reassures that the 2 weren't far from their destination, but because he was not used to traveling at all, Riddle had to also get out a map.

This gains the attention of the mother, who demands to get the boy inside, to see if he deserves their help. As such, Floyd is welcomed in, to state his motives and how much would they have to welcome him here. If he's welcomed at all, that's it.

Of course, Floyd states again that he came from the southeast, going to the festival that the capital is throwing. He is obligated to attend as it's family business related and if it comes down for payment, he'd gladly pay for at least 1 night of rest. He didn't want to reach the city and wonder aimlessly without knowing from where he could even get some rest, let alone food.

The mother tho, notices something pelicular about Floyd and lets him stay in Riddle's room, saying that the redhead will sleep on the living room couch that night. As for the payment for the hospitality, Floyd pays in advance some quite heavy gold coins. He had to swap currency a few times, so he hoped that those were enough. The mother seems more than pleased and as such that was the arrangement for the night.

For the rest of the day, Riddle had to tend to the horse, but Floyd insisted that Vorpal was a feisty lil shit. This horse listened to very few people and sometimes even kicked over servants who tried to take care of it. Even Floyd had some difficulty sometimes. Riddle tho, insists that he could find a way around it.

And indeed, Vorpal seems fond of the redhead. Alas, the horse was feed and taken care of for the day.

Floyd is welcomed with nice food and a clean bed, but still, he didn't really show much happiness or showed displeasure in the things that were given to him. Mayhaps since he was in a hurry. Riddle was told to be polite and respect their guest's wishes, but so far, Floyd didn't ask for anything else, even refusing when it came to extras.

Floyd tho, also notices the silver brush. He recognised it as a wand, but didn't say anything while the mother was present. Only when she was gone did Floyd ask how come Riddle has a such a pretty wand if he's only a servant in the house.

Riddle, of course, corrects by saying that he's the son, not a servant, but Floyd always assumed he was the servant. There was bearly any physical resemblances and by how the mother ordered him around, one may draw the logical conclusion that Riddle was a servant.

Floyd also shows his own wand, which was made out of silver as well, saying that for underwater folks like him, usually there were used dead coral branches glued together with kelp slime. Silver wands were a sign of a rich family, even royalty, although most times royalty have wands casted in gold or precious stones. He also mentions that a brush wand can take things up a notch and even give life to the caster's imagination if their magic is strong enough.

This gives Riddle a bit to think about.

After Floyd leaves, quite early in the morning, he thanks formally to the mother for the hospitality, while for Riddle, he makes a whisper promise that he would bring him something nice from the city, as a proper token of gratitude for his work.

Again, alone, since Trey and Che'nya were at the open classes, Riddle finds himself daunting over Floyd's words.he saw his empty, unpainted wall from behind his closet, so he pushed it aside with a spell, before taking a deep breath. If it turned out to be a lie, he could always cover it with the closet back.

But it didn't. 2 strokes and already a full image was dragging on the wall, forming a vivid scenery from a field close to the city, a field Riddle often imagined as it was the field Trey and Che'nya told him they had classes. He never imagined it would turn out so different from his vision tho.

But that's also when a small butterfly flies out of the painting. Surprised, Riddle tries his hand on it and it passes through. But because of Floyd's leave, he still had work to do, so first was putting the closet back in it's initial place, covering the painting-now-portal and going to tend to his work before he would get nagged.

The next day, his mother was out all day to go in a far away city for some things. So Riddle decided it was the perfect day to finally go fully through that portal he accidentally created. Just for the occasion, he dressed in some nice clothes he had, which weren't something in any form fancy by normal standards.

Imagine Trey and Che'nya's surprised faces when they see their buddy on the field, minutes away before class would start. Riddle was just taking in how different and open the place was around him. He never went anywhere else, so this was a radical change of scenery.

Of course, the 2 again insist for Riddle to join him for the class. This time, knowing that the mother would be gone for at least 2 days, he accepts.

Of course, Riddle stands out in class too, for being pretty advanced, keeping pace just fine, even surpassing the class. The teacher, Trein, asked why he never saw him at lessons, since he was a true talent. He even suggested that Riddle should apply for the courses offered at the palace, which are courses offered only for the most advanced to become the special line of defense for the king and queen. Just the finest of mages in the whole kingdom are selected and even then, some don't end up making it through it all.

Riddle kindly refuses, saying that he's just visiting the place. He thanks for the kind words, but doesn't plan on applying for such thing.

Trey and Che'nya plan homicide of a certain hag in the bg

Riddle tho, was absolutely excited to spend all day outside. Tomorrow he would have to do immense work all day to catch up, but it was all worth it for him as he got to walk around, see how other people went about their days, the different shops and literally everything that was outside his familiar scenery. And Trey with Che'nya were absolutely egging him on, attending small festivities and dances of the people around. Just enjoying the festival atmosphere overall.

Riddle does ask if everyday is so colorful and fun and happy. Che'nya explains that only on festivals days the kingdom is celebrating like this. This results in asking what exactly are they celebrating?

Trey explains that it's the king's birthday in 2 days. Birthday which is made known with a ball where everyone can attend. The 2 friends did go in there almost every year, excusing the years when they were very small. It's a generous ball holded mostly in celebration of the kingdom rather than the king's birthday, so that's why the people around are so happy.

Of course, mesmerised by this, Riddle absolutely wants to go to the ball. But his mother would probably be at home on that time, so he was bummed up by this. He has read about balls in the fairytale books and all depicted it as some wonderful must-be event.

Surprisingly, the 3 run into Floyd, who was also wondering through the streets in exploration. He seemed happy to see the redhead without his 'master' around. Riddle does explain to Trey and Che'nya that Floyd was a guest they had for a night. Floyd himself confirms it that he was only a rider that crashed on for the night out oof need.

Riddle failed to notice how Trey and Che'nya were stiff for some reason.

Of course, as promised, Floyd did grab something for Riddle. He saw how long the redhead's hair was, as such he picked some pretty pins that resembled flowers, made out of silver, to go with the wand. Riddle didn't seem to know just how pricey these were. He wanted initially to refuse, saying that Floyd was too kind, but Floyd insists, even puts them in the redhead's hair with magic, so there won't be anymore protests.

For the rest of the day, Floyd joined in the group with exploring around. Sometimes being childish, but Riddle was too mesmerised by everything to even pay any mind to him. Trey and Che'nya both seemed to be a bit more stiff, Riddle assuming that it was a late hour and that he should get back.

Of course, people around did notice the redhead and the odd group. So when Riddle himself was asked by local people if it's a chance to see him at the ball, he promptly said that he didn't know. Many found it wierd, because even travelers who just stumbled upon this place also attended the ball.

Even so, Riddle had to return to his home. Of course, he was asked if at least tomorrow he will go for another lesson at least, but he refused, saying that he has to catch up with his missed jobs around the house.

When the mother returns, she finds the house cleaned up everything just as she wanted. Riddle himself presented in a poise manner the food and only did things like clockwork.

But his mother didn't notice something: Riddle seemed lost in thought.

At the evening, Riddle finally takes some courage and asks his mother about the upcoming ball. She seems taken aback by this, asking what ball, Riddle saying that Floyd told him that there was a ball where all people around were free to come and celebrate. This was a truth, since Floyd did explain to Riddle how the ball would go as well as the theme of it, things which Trey and Che'nya didn't provide in their explanations.

But the mother grows enraged, saying 'how come you, a stupid child, even have the entitlement to want this?'. As such, Riddle is taken aback, not really understanding how come this was stupid. Floyd, Trey and Che'nya made it seem like a wonderful event, made to bring happiness to everyone. Why was he not allowed to share some of that happiness too? Why did he have to be privated from a thing even the lowest of the low get to enjoy? Was he really that unworthy?

But, because Riddle kept insisting, she gives him one condition: He could go to the ball, if on the day of it, he cleans up every corner of the house before he goes there. Unfortunately, the day was today and already it was the middle of the time. It was an impossible task, which is why the mother knew that Riddle would finish it only after the ball would be done. And to just rub salt on the wound, she also demanded for him to iron and prepare her gown for special occasions, meaning she gets to go, but on time.

But the redhead seemed very confident that he could do it. That he could reach the ball on time. He was running around, wiping and cleaning everything as fast as possible. The gown was taken care of and left for the woman to dress in it, as Riddle was wiping the floors.

When the woman left for the ball, Riddle was cleaning the living room carpet. Once she did leave, the redhead tho switched to spells and magic, speeding up everything significantly. A lot of spells to clean in his stead as he was trying to come up with something for the ball.

So using his paintbrush on himself, Riddle realised he could change his clothes that way. He wanted something simple, but then again, he got inspired by the pretty princesses in sparkly gowns from his fairytale books that he had an outfit inspired by them.

So making sure to take off all his enchantments once the house was all squeaky clean in record time, Riddle passed through the portal he made and followed the people of the town towards the palace. Since it was a masked ball, Riddle didn't quite recognise anyone familiar, but he was way too happy to just be at such cheerful event overall. He was all happy by everything: the decorations, the music, the food, the people just dancing around.

One thing that was noticeable tho, were the pins in his hair. Familiar pins which Floyd recognised. He had to sit through a whole ass meeting with all the possible suitors he had for his hand, but he recognised those pins and immediately decided to dip the pretendants, in favor of taking the redhead up a dance.

Riddle, poor confused Riddle, didn't realise it was Floyd the man that asked for a dance. Even so, being all happy and excited over the ball, he took the offer, all dance saying just how beautiful it was this party and how happy everyone looked. He didn't realise that other people were also looking at them, more like at Floyd, as he was of royal blood after all.

Riddle does ask what is the name of the man, but Floyd denies it, saying that where's the fun if there isn't some effort to find it. He says he's here as he was initially promised to the heir of this kingdom, for a way to strengthen the relationship in between mers and humans. But the heir dissappeared when it was merely an infant. So as to still have a reassurance of an alliance and someone to lead the country in the future, Floyd was given and he needed a pretendant from this kingdom as to make a union. His brother, Jade, was up to lead his home kingdom, as he was here too, but with no fiancé yet.

Riddle still didn't make the connection, but got embarrassed aas he took the prince from the pretendants. Floyd counters that he was the one who invited him to the dance after all.

And Floyd being an absolute bastard at heart, he dances all night with the redhead, not letting anyone else get a turn. Jade sees this and finds it infinitely funny since his brother was doing this just to be petty and screw up with the rich bitches.

As such, when the clock strikes midnight, Riddle doesn't really know how late it was, but he saw a few hours after that people started to leave. Alarmed that his mother won't find him home, the redhead wants to run back home.

Floyd tho, insists for him to stay, saying that surely he would make one hell of a pretendant, that he wants to take him, not the others, but Riddle insists that he is no worthy to even attempt to try and get the prince's hand. He shouldn't and that was final.

With that, he leaves through the rose maze and uses his paintbrush to paint a quick escape.

Except that he was awaited at home, by the mother. She came in earlier than him. She knew he attended the ball and as such she was mad, insisting that Riddle was lying about finishing his jobs. The redhead says that he finished them, that the house was clean from top to bottom and that everything was done just as he promised, but the woman doesn't believe him, insisting that he must've skipped on a job.

As such, she makes the magic barrier over the tower, saying that until Riddle doesn't give the name of the one he danced with at the ball, the barrier won't be lifted. It was cursed so that anyone who lies won't be let in or out.

And poor Riddle doesn't know the name of the one he danced with, which again, he isn't believed for. The mother broke his wand, leaving him with the broken pieces on the floor to cry about how it was absolutely unfair. He didn't lie, yet he still wasn't believed.

He realised that mayhaps he should've taken on the prince's offer. That offer was too fairytale-esque to believe, but really Riddle wanted to think he had a chance.

Of course, to add salt on the wound, the witch decided that she would find the man that Riddle danced with. So she stole the redhead's silver pins and used an illusion spell to pose at him and try to return to the ball, as it was still in full swing. To assure Riddle won't try anything funny, she destroyed the portal painting too.

So while that plot is going at the ball, Riddle is trying to mend his wand. Trey and Che'nya told him that wands were mere tools and that magic could be casted without them. So Riddle hoped to use his own magic to mend it back together.

It doesn't work.

So in desperation, the redhead tries to get through the barrier, knowing that he didn't lie to his supposed mother.

He manages to pass through! :D

So using his hair and a hanger from the window, Riddle manages to get down. He does fall in a bush, but he was happy he manges to get out and off he was to warn the others about the plot against the prince.

Meanwhile, at the ball, it turns into chaos once the witch reveals her presence and starts attacking around. By the time Riddle reached the place, people were running away and guards were trying to protect the innocents, but mostly the king and queen.

Of course, Riddle was thinking on how he could turn the tables in his favor, coming up with the idea of distracting the witch by his mere presence alone.

So he steps up, saying that the barrier didn't work against him because he was no liar. The witch, of course, charges up at him, but Riddle was faster to dodge.

That couldn't be said about his hair tho, as it was cut as a result of a stray spell.

During this fight, it was revealed the truth about the king and the 'affairs' he had. Man really only thought of the witch as just a good friend and sister in law, nothing more. Man really just didn't feel the same, but because she was blinded by the idea of becoming a queen she thought that the feelings of the man were towards her.

Of course, when the whole secret is blown up, Riddle is in an absolute shock. It all came crashing down for him. So in rage, he decides to do a better plan: use the fact that the witch lied to him, against her.

Thankfully, Floyd willingly gives his wand to the redhead, as he turns it in a paintbrush, using it to make a portal to the tower in which he pushes the witch inside. Once that is done, the said painting is destroyed, assuring that now, the witch cannot leave the tower as the barrier prevents anyone who lied to pass through.

Of course, the aftermath was awkward. Finding out you are a prince and not only that, but that also you were promised to some royalty you danced at the ball with, which turns out to be the kind guy you kept meeting around. Not to mention almost everything you knew about yourself was a complete lie.

The broken silver wand does prove it, as it was a wand that was supposed to be inherited throughout the royal bloodline. It used to be the king's wand, so Riddle felt absolutely ashamed that he was the reason it ended up broken. The king does reassure that it's not his fault and mainly that they had a lot to catch up to.

Also Trey and Che'nya are invited to the palace, a bit salty that they can't still put in action their homicide plan(they even got Floyd on the board with it, but alas it was in vain now)

And that would be the end I guess :v

#twisted wonderland #asks :3

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pyrriax · 8 months

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hmmmm…. nosebleed with one of ur ocs? i don’t know many of them so go wild :3

STARES AT THIS

ok i needed an excuse to write some VERY low quality interaction & worldbuilding of lavius, lyra, and the fray as a whole

writing below the cut! its like 1k words :3

How long has it been stuck out in this god awful nothingness? Way, way too long, if you were to ask it. Vin said that the trip wouldn't be far, but apparently far to him is a hell of a lot different from far to it.

Though, if Lavius is honest, it's dreading going back home. Don't get it wrong! It loves spending time with Lyra and Vin and all the… Entities, but it would really rather get back home-- to its real home, not the one its been staying at with these people that live out here. Or, rather, with the realm guardians.

God, it still can't wrap its head around this. One moment, it's being followed by this giant feathered whale who calls herself Tristae, the next it's getting dropped into this endless nothingness without so much as a guide.

The Fray, they'd called it. This place between worlds that's shaped by the people present. Even just thinking about it hurts its head.

Maybe that's just the constant, droning headache that its had ever since it got here, though.

Darting between the small flickers of solid ground and light, finally the nothingness shifts, gaining stars and streaks of purples and greens painted in the distance. Almost like the night sky out in the field at home. Almost. The ground beneath its feet finally feels solid again, no longer almost making it feel like its just floating in empty space.

Really, it never thought it'd miss the hum and buzz of the city, all of the technology that's completely obsolete in a world so focused on magic like this one. Constant not-quite-safety traded in favor of being left to search a barren world alone because the people that were supposed to keep it safe got into an argument and left it behind. What a wonder.

This place isn't dead, though. Far from it.

Beasts stalk the vast darkness, only warded away by the presence of the guardians. It'd asked, once, where these things came from, if they're so afraid of the people that keep these places safe.

Lyra shut Lavius down, turned her attention back to the wounded deer-bird-thing that'd wandered its way into the cabin and told Lav to not ask stupid questions. Vin, on the other hand, just shrugged. Something about the way that this realm wasn't properly guarded for a long time, and that he hasn't had the chance to fully sweep them away to where they belong.

Where does a beast come from if not a place between worlds? Maybe, somewhere like space.

Crunch.

Turning to face the source of the sound, it doesn't have more than a second to react before it was being flung back into a tree by clawed hands.

Shit. Not one of these things again.

"Get the hell away from me!" It tries to sound strong, tries to make itself seem scary, or at least ward off the beast. Lyra's guidance slips its mind at the worst possible time. Why didn't it keep that damn staff with it. At least then it would've had something to ward it off.

Yet all the creature does is growl, clawed hands resting on the now forest floor, dragging itself into the light and revealing a demented mix of some kind of bug and owl. Head crooked and lined with teeth that match neither such beasts.

Where are they when I need them? What the hell happened to sticking together so I don't get hurt? Why did they have to choose now of all times to make me walk home alone?

Scrambling to its feet, its difficult to shake off the dizzy feeling of standing up too fast, but there's no time to dawdle as it takes off in a dead run, not bothering to look back. That'll only cost valuable time and risk the thing catching it sooner.

Here's to hoping Lyra doesn't think it's just some lost puppy like the last thing that tried to kill me! God, I fucking hope not.

Weaving between trees and pulling its bag to its chest, the forest is a good sign that its close to Lyra's home. And that she's there at all. That's a relief. Sort of…

But there's no dallying as a familiar cabin comes into view, lanterns illuminating the relative darkness as it runs straight into the door, not having nearly enough time to slow down and open the door. If its head didn't hurt before, it sure as hell does now!

At least somewhere along the way, the creature stopped. Though that does mean--

The door opens slowly, a familiar feathered face staring down at it incredulously.

"Lavius?" She drawls, leaning down and getting right up in its face before raising a claw to its cheek. "You can just knock, you know. You don't have to leave an offering, love."

An offering? "But I didn't leave an offering, Lyra! I just-- there was a thing! It was chasing me! I didn't know where to go, I just, I ended up here, and--"

Lyra cuts it off, swiping her claw over its mouth and presenting her palm to it. There's blood, dark purple in color. "You left an offering on my door, now please, come inside before you draw in the wyrms. And please, don't get blood on the floor."

Standing in the doorway for a moment longer even as she holds the door open for it, it scrubs away the blood that's begun to get in its mouth, trickling down from its nose. Though, really, that's a futile effort at best, just smearing the familiar color on the back of its hand.

"Yes ma'am." It sighs, following the guardian into the cabin.

#ask a ghost #asker: navysealt4t #story: into the fray #ASLO CONTEXT #this lyra and the lyra in wtds are inherently the same character just different universes and very different timelines #she's more of a caretaker here than she is in wtds #her and vin like. actively despise each other in this world #ALSOOOO purple blood <3 #lavius is very much Not Human :3 #owls and owl-like creatures are common in the world lyra comes from (which is not the fray)#the beast comes from lyra's world. it got overrun a long time ago and she left to find something more and got trapped in the fray

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linawritesocs · 1 year

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seth x rollo headcanons (which are now canon because i said so)

i keep saying that i am so normal about these two but. i'm not. i'm not normal about them at all. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA.

so, here are some seth x rollo thoughts i've been having lately!

seth would find rollo interesting and even kinda cute right when he meets him and HE'S ALSO SURPRISED because he never thought that someone like rollo would be his type. and he's not good at hiding his crush on him at all. some of the smartest nrc students, like azul, see right through him and go "okay, seth, this is embarrassing, you should stop" meanwhile other students like deuce or sebek don't notice anything and deuce even starts thinking that seth is actually sick because of how red his face is.

rollo finds seth's behavior a bit weird, but he thinks that he's acting like this because of how tired seth is. yes, it's all those magic users' fault. he just hopes that seth will be able to relax and feel better while he's here. hm? is he worried about him? of course, he is, he can't imagine what it's like to be a magicless person who has to live in a world full of magicians because they can't go back home. he doesn't even deny it- oh, did you expect that he will go full tsundere mode or something?

rollo admits that seth looks really good in his masquerade outfit, however, he won't talk much about it. he has things to do, after all, even though he would love to spend more time with him. he's relieved when he hears that seth will go with trein and grim and not with other teams, because rollo is too busy to keep an eye on him in case those nrc students try anything. seth is not that happy with it though and he wishes he could go with him instead.

when these two finally get a chance to talk to each other, seth is so nervous that he can't say anything properly and he begs ivy to help him. he tries to play it cool and he wants to sound like this extremely smart and polite person.. but he fails miserably. he keeps accidentally using slang words and sometimes he talks too fast for most people to understand, but for some reason rollo still understands him and he actually enjoys listening to him talk, even if his face expression is still the same. most students ask seth to stop because they think rollo finds him annoying, but they have no idea that rollo secretly finds him the most interesting person here. he doesn't get most of seth's slang though..

one of the reasons why rollo is so interested in him is because seth acts like such an innocent person who wants to learn more about this world, but at the same time rollo learns so much from seth?? like yes, this guy will tell you anything he knows about painting, but he doesn't know why the sky is blue. it also bothers rollo that some students think it's just seth being dumb, because it feels like something much more serious. okay, he absolutely has to make sure nothing bad happens to this guy. and yes, he glares at anyone who goes "haha that's just seth being an idiot again" ACE. THANK THE SEVENS FOR NOT PARTICIPATING IN THIS EVENT

when that one "sebek wants to sit next to malleus, but he can't" scene happens, SETH IS SO EXCITED. he lets rollo sit right next to him and he is shaking. no, malleus, don't get the wrong idea, you're fine, but he's more happy to see rollo actually. in fact, he will try to ask someone else to hold grim so that he can do the same thing sebek did, but instead he just wants to ask rollo if he can sit on his lap. grim doesn't let him do that and seth just sits like this >:(

when it's time to dance with everyone, seth asks rollo if he wants to dance with him, but he refuses because "he'd rather watch everyone enjoy the festival". seth says that it doesn't look like rollo is having fun though, but he doesn't force him to dance and decides to watch everyone with him, even though he really wants to join them.

when rollo asks him what he thinks about magic.. the thing is, seth is actually very smart. he already had a feeling that rollo doesn't like magic that much and he can't blame him, he saw so many overblots, he's surprised that he still doesn't hate nrc students mostly because he finds them cute. so, what do you say to your crush in this kind of situation? THAT'S RIGHT, YOU LIE. seth lies to him and says that he actually hates magic and thinks it's too dangerous. seth really wants to join the fun and watch the fireworks, but he can't do that when rollo is right next to him. and thankfully, his crush says that he's glad they think the same, but then he suddenly has to leave. seth wishes he wasn't so busy all the time, but hey, he's a student council president, of course, he can't stay here for too long. hehe, here's another reason to admire him~ but rollo actually knows that seth lied to him, it was just too obvious. so he failed to save him from their influence.. it's okay, he'll just try again.

when the big twist happens, seth does not take it well because he thought that he'll be able to feel more free if he comes to this festival and that's why he agreed to go, he didn't care about "finding a way to come back home" or anything like that. it also doesn't help that the way rollo is acting now kinda reminds him of his sister. he just stands there, he doesn't want to leave the building and the way seth looks at him almost makes rollo regret his decision. but again, it's okay, it's for his own good.

seth is very quiet after that and if he does speak, he mostly says something about him being angry with everyone, including himself. he refuses to fight rollo at first, but then, he asks others to let him go to the belltower with them, because he doesn't want them to hurt him too badly. why does he still want him to be safe even though he reminds him of his sister so much? oh well, it's not like he wants his sister to be in pain as well.

after the fight, he runs to rollo and hugs him, while crying and saying that he's sorry. when rollo asks him why he's apologizing, seth says that he's sorry he couldn't help him and he feels guilty for ignoring rollo's pain meanwhile he tried his best to protect seth even though he did some.. very bad things to achieve that goal. OKAY SETH STOP HE'S ALREADY IN LOVE WITH YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

during the ball, seth steals rollo away from malleus because IT'S HIS TURN TSUNOTAROU. LET HIM HAVE HIS FUN ALREADY. he says that he won't let rollo run away this time and it doesn't seem like his dance partner wants to leave anyway. it looks like he's more comfortable with him than other students too.. oh well, for obvious reasons, haha.

when it's time to leave, seth asks if it's okay for him to text rollo and he says yes, but he apologizes if it takes too long for him to reply because of his duties as a student council president. seth doesn't mind at all and he says that getting at least one message from him would make him happy. seth also promises to visit the city of flowers as often as he can and he says that it won't be a problem for him.

are they friends?? are they dating?? THEY DON'T KNOW. but these two are in some kind of a long-distance relationship now and it doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic, they just know that they like to talk to each other. rollo usually texts him when it's pretty late and once again, he apologizes to him because he couldn't reply to his messages earlier, but seth is like "DUDE IT'S 2 AM AND I'M MAKING CANDLES WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU'RE FINE". and then rollo tells him to go to sleep, but seth texts him "only if YOU go to sleep too".. yeah, both of them end up staying up all night because they have their own reasons to still be awake and they're having too much fun talking to each other. sorry ramshackle gang, but i doubt you'll be able to sleep because of seth giggling and kicking his feet.

rollo knew that seth is special, but he really didn't expect him to be so good at.. pretty much anything. no, seriously, how can he be so talented? it's also a big surprise for him when he sees how focused seth becomes when he's doing something like painting or sewing. and he was able to learn how to do all of this without using magic, so rollo was right all along and people don't actually need- okay, okay, he's sorry, he's trying to quit that habit of his, but it's hard.

when they're able to talk to each other face to face, seth finally feels free for once, like he doesn't have to worry about anything. he finds everything so interesting and exciting and he keeps asking rollo questions and he's glad to answer them. it makes him happy to see how much fun seth is having. both of them also talk more about their past when they become close enough and when rollo finds out what seth's sister did to him.. great, now he has someone else to hate and they're not even a magic user! he's also the only one who knows what exactly she did to seth meanwhile most characters don't even know that seth has a sister.

i can't end this post on such a sad note, so. let me just say that when seth finds out about rollo's unique magic, he makes A LOT of fire puns. but only if he's comfortable with them though! if it brings him bad memories, he will stop, he doesn't want to make him sad. he just thought that maybe if he made some jokes about it, it would be easier for rollo to accept his powers and all.. rollo doesn't understand his puns at all at first, but eventually he ends up liking them quite a lot. seth was right, it's a little easier for him to accept it when he looks at it that way. though maybe seth should stop saying he's hot all the time, haha..

#if you think the text looks weird you can thank tumblr's text block limit thing for that <3 #IT DIDN'T LET ME DO ANYTHING FUN WITH THIS TEXT #i wish i could try and fix it but i'm very sleepy rn #just tell me that i'm not the only one who has the same problem. please #anyway i love these two so much i can talk about them 24/7 #the isolated prince: seth #friends' ocs!

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solomonish · 3 years

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If you’re up for it, “spontaneously deciding to paint their spare room on a Sunday”, with Solomon perhaps?

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Omg......anything for u 🥺🥺 hehe Domestic Solomon is the BEST i have like fifty different headcanons for what it would be like and all of them are so much fun. Love him. 💕 thank you for stopping by!

Spontaneously deciding to paint their spare room on a Sunday - Solomon

"Are we even allowed to do this?" You asked, looking up at Solomon from where you sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by paint chips. Solomon didn't look back at you, instead standing in the middle of the room and surveying the area with his hands on his hips.

"I am not bound by the rules of this world," He murmured, half joking.

"Maybe, but I am and my name is on the lease." At that, he finally looked at you. Though you knew this back-and-forth was just for play, you couldn't help but be bothered by how good he was at appearing so casually condescending.

"Way to take the fun out of this," Solomon answered in a tone that told you he just barely stopped himself from sticking out his tongue.

"Now you know how it feels when you tell me I can't touch the mystical creatures we always come across."

"I only do that when your life is at risk!"

"And now my security deposit is at risk, which feels like basically the same thing." Hefting yourself up from the ground, you planted a sharp jab of your finger on his side and smiled triumphantly when he yelped. "Have we even decided on a color? I still think the sorcerer's study should be fuchsia."

He looked on the floor, already pre-emptively covered in plastic, before picking up a shade of dark purple. "How about this?"

Taking the paint chipped in your hands, you flipped it around to look at the blank side as if there was a better option on the back. There wasn't, and you knew he had his heart set on painting the spare room - which really worked as a study of sorts, since the two of you never had guests - a deep, dark, terrible plum. Knowing Solomon, he probably just picked the color with the forethought of throwing a dart at a map and traveling where it landed.

But hey, what did you care? It was just a room.

"Alright, but let's go fast. We're burning daylight!"

As you skipped ahead of him, you knew he was secretly relieved that you were on his side.

Solomon was wise beyond his years, even taking into account the fact that he had many of them beneath his belt. He was also a quick learner, and anything he hadn't learned yet took hardly any time to master. It was admiral, really, and his sharp mind was one of the most attractive things about him.

But taking into account his cooking and the uneven way he was painting the wall, you were beginning to think he was just bad at all forms of household labor.

You looked up from your spot crouching near the door frame to see Solomon struggling with the paint roller. For a moment, you thought you'd leave him be and finish your job painting along the outlines, which you did - only to see Solomon still having problems. You didn't mind a few roller marks or an uneven paint job, but you knew Solomon wanted to do the job right. Grunting as you stood, you grabbed the second roller and tapped on his shoulder.

"Mind if I give you a few tips?" You asked, switching rollers with him as he nodded. Solomon watched you as you painted one solid stripe and rolled the roller back over it, spreading the paint over the section expertly. When he took the roller back from you, you noticed how he looked at it suspiciously, as if it had chosen to work for you and not for him.

"What, did you do this for a living before the exchange program?" He asked. You only shrugged in response before starting on your own wall.

"I've helped a few people. One of the first times I painted a wall, I loaded the rollers with way too much paint and the drip marks at the bottom dried on."

"Really?" You turned and watched him resume painting, motions much smoother than before (albeit still a bit clumsy). You hummed in response, deciding not to tell him that you were just a child at the time.

You were beginning to realize that it was always the smallest things that seemed to be sore spots for Solomon, so you were glad to see he was in a better mood.

As the sun slipped beneath the horizon, darkening the shadows already stretching into your plastic-covered room, you and Solomon finished up the paint job in easy companionship. At some point, when the conversation ran out, you turned your phone on and spent your time dancing around Solomon, convincing him to at least sing along to some of the words. Each time you nearly slipped on the plastic underfoot, you could hear Solomon's quiet singing interrupted by a giggle that almost sounded boyish.

It suited him, you decided. He could be anything he wanted to be, and when he wanted to do something normal...you were glad to see him enjoy himself.

#i just. really like the idea that solomon is so so booksmart but.......not very smart. like. practically #he just spends so much time in magic he doesn't know how to properly paint a wall or change the oil in a car or something #he knows SO MUCH and he knows SOME life skills but not EVERYTHING and its SWEET #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #solomon x reader #solomon #obey me solomon x reader #swd solomon x reader #mine

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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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Yandere Charcter Encyclopedia

A list of some requested charcters and the types of yandere’s they would be. I might open requests for a part two later idk yet.

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Twisted Wonderland

Vil Schoenheit is controlling and possessive.

You need to be the BEST!

It's more so this lovesick notion that Vil seems to be "in love with" rather than you as a person. No one knows exactly why Vil chose you as his dearly significant other and Vil has never given any inkling as to why he favors you above everybody else. It's a paradox, an unsolvable mystery. But the truth is Vil fell in love with you, not for your looks, nor your personality, heck you didn't even really do some outstanding gesture that pulled at his heartstrings, no, instead you did nothing. Confusing, I know but let me explain, you were a nobody. No breathtaking looks, no fantastic personality, no influential family. There was NOTHING special about you! This means you had the potential to be something special, something extraordinary and the only person in the universe who could raise you to such levels was nonother than the head of Pomfiore, Vil Schoenheit!

Every day he spends hours making sure you look perfect, a face painted in just the right ways to make others believe you had the features of an angel sent from above. Posture so straight, shoulders pulled back to make others think you were the long lost heiress to some fallen family. Never once did you speak out of place or with a tone harboring too many emotions, every word that left your mouth was so well thought out and prepared that others could only suspect you were some sort of genius.

You were nothing, that's what made Vil notice you in the first place, that's what made him mold you into the perfect someone. Whatever you are now is only thanks to your darling, caring lover...never forget that.

Rook Hunt is delusional.

Rook's brain is an incredibly messed up place and it only gets worst the longer he's around you. You are a little rabbit, nimble and sweet and he is the hunter that wants to stick a bow right through your beating heart, a lovely pair you two make, wouldn't you agree? But the more he stalks you, following you around like a second shadow. The more he realizes that he doesn't want you simply for the thrill of a small chase...oh no, he wants to keep you. Put you in a golden cage and throw away the key. You're not some rare catch like le roi des lions or a breathtaking sight like le roi des poisons. No instead you're simple, you aren't a game of nither wit nor strength, you are simply a game of love. Because you love him already don't you? You know he's been following you and doesn't do anything about it because you want him to catch you, right? You want the greatest hunter to hit you with his cupid's arrow so you can fall into his awaiting arms, right where you belong!

Azul is manipulative (were you guys seriously expecting something else?)

Azul is all calculations and deals, all wit and talk. He's got guts to go up against just about anyone he meets and he’s smart enough to turn them into a fish out of water. So maybe it was his confidence that let’s you slip away with lax deals, bending the rules for a helpless little angelfish such as yourself. He doesn't notice that he has feelings for you, not until you stroll into the VIP room of the Mostro Lounge looking for your "dearest friend Azul", all to simply ask him for a contract to make the lousy excuse of an Ignyhide dorm leader fall in love with you. It's then and there that Azul decides it's time to toughen up the rules, tighten the noose around your pretty little neck. You don't even notice until you're rejected by Idia and some strang red string is dragging you into Azul's waiting embrace.

Kalim is delusional and obsessive.

To Kalim, this is just another heart-filled game. You belong to him and he belongs to you, it's simple! The two of you are so in love...it's just you're a little shy when it comes to admitting it! That's okay, Kalim knows a few drinks from the land of hot sands that will loosen your tongue and if that fails there's always Jamil's hypnosis magic that can make you confess! Look, no matter how you go about it, Kalim is just all so convinced that you love him that it doesn't matter what you really think!

Ruggie is manipulative (Lord have mercy on you people the day I finally muster up the courage to write Savancalw yandere headcanons)

Oh sure, male hyenas are passive when it comes to females everyone knows that! But whilst Ruggie does follow -albeit loosely- the reserved yet desperate routines of hyena courtship, he leans more towards suffocating his chosen mate with his presence rather than showing a desperate side of himself. He's always circling his chosen darling, stalking them down the halls, trailing after them all over campus, he never leaves them alone. Any confrontations from his darling will lead to an immediate sob story. Something about how he could smell food in your bag and didn't have any money to buy his own meal or maybe about how he never met a girl as cute as you in slums so he had no idea how to approach you properly. Of course, this is all a hoax, he just needs you to drop your guard, to look him in the eyes with your sad, heart-throbbing orbs, then it's game over, you're all his. "Hey, what's with the dull face? come on, laugh with me skskksks~".

Jack is a protective.

It's only natural really, wolves are overprotective when it comes to their pack members and sure maybe you aren't really a part of his pack per se. But that doesn't mean he's just going to leave you to fend for yourself. You're all so small and frail, you could never hold your own against anyone! Let alone all the mages in NRC. But Jack can, he can protect you and defend himself, it's not a problem. He's very likely torn on whether or not to actually kidnap his darling. On one hand, he doesn't want you to hate him for stealing you away from your friends, he wouldn't want to play the role of the big bad wolf in your story. But on the other hand, poor Jack just isn't lucid enough to fully understand that whisking you away is wrong. In the end, you probably just wind up in his room locked away, or better yet, protected from all the horrors of the outside world.

Deuce is an obsessive

He just wants to be around you all the time. It's mostly some deep routed paranoia that at any fleeting moment you'll somehow abandon him finding refuge with either Cater or Ace. Maybe you find their lazy stupid mannerisms amusing, is that it? If you want lazy, he can be lazy too! Or maybe you want to be with Riddle? Do you like guys who are mean spirited and quick to anger? He can yell! He can yell so much better than Riddle can! Deuce will do anything, anything at all to get you to stay with him. Even if some of his tactics are a little more painful and involve some broken bones.

Hypnosis Mic

Jakurai is possessive and protective

He's overbearing to put it simply, constantly hovering around you, ghosting his fingers over your flesh, or leaving lingering kisses on any patch of exposed skin. First and foremost Jakurai is a doctor, so it's his nature to be nurturing, sure you can accept that much. But what he does to you isn't nurturing in any way shape or form! Juakurai isn't above using sedatives and other forms of medications to keep you compliant, that's not what a good doctor should do, you're both lucid enough to know that. But to Ill-Doc you leave him no other choice, you're constantly disobeying him, trying to find some underhanded way to leave him. So what else can the poor man do! He needs to keep his only escape from the tedious loneliness he's been cursed with, safe!

kamigami no asobi

Balder is possessive and obsessive

He can't help it, there's just something so radiant and sparkling inside of you, something that he can't let get tainted by the darkness that rests within others. You're always walking on thin ice around him, chewing every single word before conversing, calculating every single step before daring to make the slightest move. One wrong look or miscalculated word could get him to spiral into a fit madness, and this time there won't be anyone to save you. But that's only if you do the wrong thing! Just keep playing the role of the loving, adoring girlfriend and there won't be any further...complications. If you simply show him how much you love him, Balder can become all so sickly sweet. A perfect doting boyfriend, constantly sharing his precious meat with you and dressing you up in prettiest lavish gowns from Asgard.

Obey me

Asmodeus is sneaky

The avatar of lust is used to swift meaningless relationships, too caught up in the passion and pleasure to really care about the other person. But with his darling things are different. Oh sure, the lust and sexual tension is still there, always hovering around the air like a thick unbreakable fog. Accept this time there's something else, a sort of jealous aroma blowing through the dense mist. It's intoxicating, making Asmoudaus crave only his little darling, he only wants to look at them, touch them, kiss only them! It's almost like he's addicted to every itty bitty detail about his newfound lover. Will Asmodeus get bored of the relationship over time? Absolutely! But will he ever actually leave his darling to their own devices? Hell no! Asmodeus may have the right to cheat on his darling but they can NEVER so much as think about another man other than him! HE.OWNS.THEM! Their body, mind, soul, it all belongs to him!

Black Butler

Snake is Jealous (I haven't written for black butler since, like, sixth grade)

Snake does love you, this is an evident fact, he never once leaves your side. It's suffocating sure, but it's only because the scaled boy is so paranoid that you might run away with someone else, someone normal. His snakes (mostly Emily) are always chaining the two of you together, constantly curling around your skin so you won't get any ideas to escape. Lord forbid you so much as look at another man, that'll make the white-haired snake charmer go into a fit of pure utter rage. normally Snake won't punish you, but when his jealousy gets too much to keep inside he'll let it out by screaming at you. Asking you if you find him repulsive if you wish to leave him for someone who looks normal. This will than lead to him crushing you in his arms, begging you not to leave him! Overall Snake is one of the tamer yandere of the Phantomhive residence, a real blessing in disguise.

mystic messenger

Saeyoung is obsessive

It's really all just a small accident, this was never really meant to happen, he wasn't meant to fall in love with you. Saeyoung probably just came across your profile whilst on the web, scrolling through some database or another. like I said, IT.WAS.AN.ACCIDENT...and yet all so many times accidents can lead to something...more. Saeyoung doesn't know what particular thing it was about you that caught his attention, maybe it was your cute face or some little odd, out of place detail in your bio. Either way, it has the red-haired hacker surfing through every site just to learn more about you. Picking the internet apart just to find out some small fragments of your personal life. It's become a sort of hobby -addiction- of his, stalking your every move through trackers and reverse cameras. One day he might even gather the courage to speak to you in person, but for now, he's content watching your pretty face from behind a screen.

Code Realize

Impey is Obessasive and clingy

It's your smile, right from the get-go, Impey was enthralled by your cheerful smile. It makes his heart skip a beat, his palms grow sweaty, and his breath hitches in his throat. He just adores that pearly white grin. He's constantly pestering you, poking your cheek, and asking you to smile for him just once more. "Just a small smile, please~". His clinginess is mostly due to the fear of losing you or more so having you stolen from him. That's why he never let's go of your hand and is constantly locking you in his room. "I'm the only one that deserves to see that smile" it's such a childish phrase, primarily when it's accompanied by his renowned pout. Of course, things start to go downhill when you outright refuse to smile. Choosing instead to cry and scream, begging someone to save you from this mad man. Impey is borderline delusional if he thinks you'll ever smile for him again, after the stunt he's pulled.

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years

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What if s/o ended up rejecting their marriage proposal? Not because there was someone else but instead from not being ready to commit. Maybe since they're still young and s/o doesn't want to hold them back from other opportunities now that the war is over? (whatever house or characters are fine! Thank you~)

[As someone with their own skepticism towards marriage, I can totally see this happening tbh. Those precious babies have basically spent their entire lives up until that point either battling in school or fighting a war, so a few years of me-time are definitely owed to them]- I’ll do BL for this since they were my first run. Hope you like it!

Dimitri:

Let’s get one thing straight. Dimitri is ready to marry you and become your partner for life. The moment he popped out that ring he laid himself bare to you. He’s yours, and wants you to be his.

Upon rejection he’ll be hurt, but he also won’t fight you. It is your decision how to spend the rest of your days after the war. By Sothis you’ve earned that right at least after everything that’s happened.

It’s when you bring up the “holding him back,” issue where he’ll rebuttal. That familiar glint of distress will bypass him at the words. You could never. Hell, your presence alone shrouds his world in light and he makes sure that you know it before going your separate ways. Be it through a sweet kiss, or words of affirmation; he’ll do it all.

“My beloved...I will wait for you. I will always be waiting for you”

He’s already lost so much, but he won’t lose you. He’ll wait as long as you need to feel comfortable.

He keeps the ring safe at all times in a pocket sewn into his cloak

From then on he won’t bring up marriage again until you do first. And when is happens? Get ready for him to whip out that bad boi all over again

Ashe:

For once he isn’t a stuttering mess. This is supposed to be a happy moment...so why aren’t you smiling?

He came into the goddess tower entirely prepared for rejection, but that didn’t make it hurt any less

Well, until you elaborated further. Ashe may be awkward but he is no fool. He knows where you’re coming from, and is happy you’re sharing how you feel.

“If you want to wait, then we can wait,” would be his immediate response. He’d extend his arms out for a hug and wait for your initiative to respect your boundaries. If you accept he’s over the moon

Going slow doesn’t mean it won’t ever happen. This is a chance to treat you like the goddess you are in his eyes. From then on he’s sure to properly court you like he would have done if the war never happened

Dates, flowers, strolls in the woods, etc. He puts his knowledge of romance novels to use

One day you both will be wed, but for now he’ll appreciate the little things you do together. As long as you love each other then that’s what counts

Felix:

The main reason he popped the question is because a life without you is one that he doesn’t want to live

I won’t sugarcoat this. When you reject him he gets upset. The goal of this was to ensure you’ll be in each others lives...but now what? Are you saying that he’s not good enough to share your life with?

He doesn’t say anything when you reject him(which is what scares you the most)

All you can glimpse is how his eyes glaze over, and that familiar scowl paint his lips

Felix storms off immediately to go let off steam before he says something he’ll regret

Leaves so fast that he drops the ring.

Panics later when he can’t find it, searches for two days, and naturally concludes that you were the one to pick it up after asking around

You’re the one to approach him to return it. Naturally, as Felix does, he gets snappy

“I don’t need your pity,” he says. It takes everything out of you to get him to listen beyond the rejection. Upon hearing that you just want to wait he calms down.

He tries to play off his stubborn behavior but you see through it, just like you always have. You’ll still take him after that childish display, right?...right?

Dedue:

Dedue is...discouraged. Who wouldn’t be after being rejected?

It doesn’t show much though. He’s the type to kind of nestle those personal feelings down until no one is around

Hope still remains though. Just as with the others, he knows that waiting does not mean forever. For now he will stay by his highness’ side while you take the time to find your place in the world

Dimitri actually takes the news harder than Dedue. He was certain that you to were going to be wed, and that Dedue would finally have the peaceful life he deserved

After explaining the situation thoroughly he is happy for you both, and even offers to give Dedue as much time as he wants off to spend with you

You both still go see the flowers of Duscur together, just as planned. That time is a memory he holds precious to his heart, and it made him come to realize how nice slowly learning about each other can be

While not often, when you both take excursions together your bonds do grow. He loves when you share stories of the places you visit, and in turn learning more about you as a person.

Sylvain:

He’s been there and done that with commitment insecurities

By far the most understanding of your situation out of all the lions. He’s lived with the fear that people would want him only for his crest his whole life. In all honestly, he’s relieved that you’re one to take things slow

There isn’t even a misunderstanding between you two. He waits till you’re entirely done talking to digest your answer.

Hey, it’s better than flat rejection <~{Sylvain’s thought process}

“So...this means there’s still a chance?Yes!” his enthusiasm after being told no shocks you to the core

He’ll respect your wishes always. If you feel that you need time to find yourself before committing to him then he wouldn’t dream of stopping you

When you are ready to spend your lives together he will happily go flaunt to all his friends that he’s a taken man. That’s just his style.

Each and every day you spend together only makes him want to marry you more. When the time is right he will do everything in his power to ensure that you don’t regret having him at your side.

Ingrid:

After the loss of Glenn her heart is fragile, but not glass

She will be happy in all honesty. As long as you both care about each other then she could care less about putting a label on it

It’s just that her family says otherwise, you know? She’s going to have to produce an heir at some point

But hey...some point doesn’t have to be now. She may be a knight by title but that doesn’t mean her dream ends here

While you’re off exploring the vast horizons of the world she’ll be off doing what she believes is right. From stabilizing the Galetea household, to aiding in the renovation for Faerghus. Just because the war is over doesn’t mean her job is

When you both do decide to settle down she’ll be genuinely happy. It will be when you both take time for yourselves, and can maybe not almost get killed every day

Annette:

Annette will probably shed a few tears post-confession, so be prepared. These are tears of happiness though. You do care about her, and you do want to stay with her even if it is not how she pictured it

It may not be a proposal, but maybe one day???

“R-really? You mean it?” She’d say when you assure her that you share her feelings, but want to take things slow

She might playfully slap you when you express your views of holding her back

Yes she has potential but so do you. Never EVER think that she wants anyone else, or that she views you as baggage

No matter where you go, what you do, or whatever happens in the world: Annette will always be in contact. She’ll send letters if you’re far, visit if you’re near, and don’t you ever forget it.

“Hello! I hope that you’re safe and eating well! I miss you so much-” Most letters start like this. She’s a worry-wart.

Mercedes:

Mercedes is a well-rounded person. Due to this she’ll most likely know how you feel before you even say anything. It’s a gift I tell you

Out of all the Lion’s she’ll be the one to suggest a courtship and time apart instead of you. She doesn’t expect a proposal, but will still express her feelings

She has her own goals to fulfill now that the main fighting is over. While she’s in good health she wants to help people, so it doesn’t rub her wrong if you want to leave

“Promise me to take care of yourself, okay” despite this she will always worry

A proper courtship is in order for you two. She’ll bake you sweets, and you’ll prep the tea. When you both have downtime it’s like magic. Nothing beats getting to know each other without tomorrow’s battle hanging over your heads

Just...don’t entirely leave. Even if you both are waiting it’s important to ensure each other feels validated. That goes for all relationships, not just yours with Mercedes

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 4 years

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Lost Book of the White Countdown Event - Parenthood

Lost and Found

(Read on Ao3)

"Oh!" said the warlock when she caught sight of Magnus. "Is that your baby?"

The night sky stretched over the Shadow Market of New York like a large canvas, dotted with a sparse covering of stars like specks of white paint. Magnus was supposed to spend this night in the comfort of his home, looking after his son while his boyfriend hunted down demons in the darker corners of the city. Magnus had been making futile attempts to lull Max to sleep, but then he'd received a call from a warlock acquaintance of his, saying that she needed his assistance immediately and that a few mundanes had been turned into toads.

So Magnus had brought out his best strap-on baby carrier and put Max in it, and walked over to the Shadow Market while Max pointed to random objects like streetlights and cars and gurgled the whole time. Magnus had simply nodded along to his meaningless blabber, occasionally dropping a comment like 'that's right, blueberry' and 'you're so smart, blueberry'.

Now, he nodded at the warlock and said, "Yes, Misa, this is my child. Say hello, Max."

He took Max's hand and waved it at her, though he seemed disinterested in conversing with the warlock. He was intently staring at the pair of antennae that stuck out from the top of Misa's head.

"Hello Max," Misa said, giving him a cheerful smile. Her antennae waved about, probing the air, and Max giggled at the sight of them. Misa looked at Magnus. "I'm sorry for bringing you out here at this time."

"It’s alright. How about you show me the problem?" Magnus asked. He wanted to finish this as quickly as possible.

"Of course, come in."

To summarize the problem, a bunch of teenage mundanes somehow found the Shadow Market, and requested Misa to make a potion that would enhance their beauty. Clearly they hadn't known much about magic or its use, and just wanted to attract more attention to themselves at school, and thought that magic was their best solution.

"But something went wrong with the potion. One of the boys was poking around the tent and knocked an entire bottle of newt's eyes into the potion. Before I could mitigate the damage, however, the potion went awry and vaporized, and they all turned into toads. Luckily I came out fine, and called you as soon as possible," Misa explained.

Magnus extracted some more details from her, such as the nature of the potion she had been preparing and the precise amount of newt's eyes spilled into it. While they talked, Max squirmed around in the baby carrier, occasionally mumbling something unintelligible. Around them, on the ground, the toads were merrily hopping around.

"I don't think we can do anything," Magnus said after a while of conversing. "You'll just have to wait for them to turn back. That will hopefully teach them not to meddle with magic."

Misa sighed. "Very well, then. I'll-"

She broke off with a gasp. The baby carrier felt much lighter all of a sudden, and Magnus jumped when something swooped past his face.

"Did he just turn into a bat?" Misa asked, wondering.

"He does that sometimes," Magnus said nonchalantly, though there was a twinge of panic in his heart. "It's nothing to worry about."

They watched as Max, now a bat, flew around the roof of the tent for a few moments. Then, swift as a bird, he changed course and flew right through the open flap of the tent.

"Max, no!" Magnus yelled, running out of the tent. But Max was much faster. Magnus looked in every direction, but he couldn't see Max anywhere.

Magnus's breathing became labored and his heart picked up speed as he realised with a sinking feeling that he lost Max in a bustling, large, crowded market. How was he supposed to find him?

Luckily, Misa agreed to help him search and they split up, agreeing on a rendezvous spot and to call the other if they found Max. Magnus hustled through the crowds, asking around if anyone had seen a blue warlock baby or a lone bat flying around.

Max!

Panic was starting to set in, making Magnus's hands shake as he held up his phone, showing Max's photo to passersby and asking if they had seen him anywhere. No one knew where he was.

Max, where are you?!

"I think I saw a bat near Willow the werewolf's stall earlier," said one at last. Magnus thanked him profusely before running off to the stall, praying that his son was safe.

Max, come back to bapa, please!

The demon could hardly believe his eyes.

It was a child, a warlock child, sitting on the grimy floor of an alleyway and playing with a few stray pixies. He was giggling as the pixies swarmed around him, playfully tugging at his hair while blue magic spilled from his hands like water. He was so young, and so full of life.

A smile spread across the demon's mouth as it shuffled on the wall, a sharp razor-like tongue flicking out and lashing at the air. It could already feel the taste of the boy in its mouth.

The boy looked up and caught sight of it, his giggles fading as he met the demon's eyes. He looked at it with a sort of wonder, as if he had never seen a demon before. The pixies gasped and flitted away as fast as they could. At least they knew to be scared.

The demon waited a few moments, staring at the boy. His hands sparked with magic, but clearly he was too young to know how to properly use it.

Good.

Bending back its hind legs, it poised, and then lunged at the boy.

"Max!" Magnus yelled, looking around for a trace of his baby. He was close to the stall where Max had been sighted, but the owner hadn't seen him, and neither had any of the neighboring stall owners.

He was beginning to get some looks, but Magnus could care less.

"Max!" Magnus yelled again, his throat feeling hoarse and tight and his heart beating frantically in his chest. Max had to be somewhere close by. He couldn't lose his baby just like that. He had to find him.

Magnus was about to yell once more when he heard a loud scream emanating from somewhere behind two stalls. The voice was unmistakable.

"Max!" Magnus pushed through the tiny gap between the smalls, which opened out into a wider alley between two brick buildings. He froze when he found Max at last.

There was something clutching onto him, something lumpy and black. The figure rose, and Magnus had just begun muttering a spell to fire at it when it turned to look at him.

"Magnus," said Alec, holding a crying Max in his arms, in the light of his own magic Magnus could see a fresh stain of ichor on Alec’s gear. "What happened?! I was patrolling nearby, and some pixies dragged me here just in time. If I had been a moment late-"

Alec didn't need to finish his statement. If I had been a moment late, the demon would've gotten him. And it would all be my fault.

Magnus shook off his half-muttered spell, and stared at Alec for a long time. The only sound was of Max crying.

In retrospect, the image of Alec, fresh from a demon hunt and holding a baby in his arms was very sexy, but in that moment all Magnus could feel was immense relief. He slumped back against the alley wall, but Alec was there first, supporting him with one hand behind his back.

Then the shame hit him. He had almost gotten his son killed. If only he had been more careful-

"Magnus," Alec said in a low voice. By now, Max's cries had been reduced to sniffles, and he was wiping his tears against Alec’s gear. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Magnus said, his voice shaking a little. He reached up a hand to brush his hair out of his hand, and was surprised when his wobbly fingers met a layer of sweat on his forehead. He had been thoroughly shook by the whole experience, and hadn't even realized it. "I'm fine."

Alec was silent a moment, then said, "Come on, let's go home."

Alec was silent the whole time Magnus recounted the events of that night, sitting beside him on the couch with Max held in his arms.

"I'm a terrible father," Magnus muttered after he was done, hanging his head. "I couldn't even handle him for a night."

"Don't say that," Alec said softly. "You did nothing wrong - Max ran away on his own. What matters is that we found him in time."

"But if we hadn't found him-" Magnus couldn't even think of the possibility.

"But we did," Alec reiterated. "We did, and he's safe now, and that's all that matters. And you're an amazing father, Magnus. Don't ever say that you aren't. We're still learning, and we make mistakes, but that doesn't mean we're being terrible parents."

"How can you be so sure?" Magnus asked, though a part of him had calmed down at Alec's words.

Alec smiled. "I know you, Magnus. I know you're never terrible at anything - well, except maybe for the charing."

"I told you never to bring that up!" Magnus protested, but Alec ignored him.

"Also, Max loves you. Don't you, Max?"

Max looked up at Alec. He was playing with a slinky, though it now resembled a jingly mass of wire, and stared incomprehensibly at Alec. Magnus smiled and took Max from him, holding him up at eye level.

"Don't you ever run away like that again, okay?" Magnus warned in a light tone. Max only blinked at him in reply.

"You silly baby." Magnus said, and kissed Max on the cheek. Max stared at him with wide eyes after he pulled away, and then leaned in, brushing his mouth against Magnus’s cheek in an imitation of a kiss.

"Did he just-" Alec broke off, and he and Magnus stared at Max in surprise, though he was oblivious to their attention.

Alec's eyes softened, and he pressed an experimental kiss against Max's cheek. Like with Magnus, Max leaned towards Alec and bumped his mouth against Alec's cheek.

"Oh, my baby," Alec said, taking Max in his arms and kissing him all over his face. "My sweet baby."

Max giggled at the onslaught of affection, and Magnus's heart cracked open in that moment, spilling happiness and love into his veins. He moved in, wrapping his arms around both of them and kissed them on their heads.

"I love you," he said, holding them close, his love and his son. "I love you both so, so much."

"I love you too," Alec whispered, turning his head up and placing a kiss against Magnus’s jaw. Magnus smiled, and held on to this moment, promising to himself to be the best possible father to his blueberry.

#lbotwcountdown #lbotwcountdownevent #magnus bane #alec lightwood #max lightwood bane #my fics

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moonlightflower21 · 4 years

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hope you guys love this one! took me a lil while because i wasn't sure how to structure it and in the end i went with little headcannons :) <3

Leonardo:

christmas with him is so cute and cosy

he's so thoughtful, thinking so hard for your presents and what you like

enlists april for help because obviously he can't buy them

wraps them up super carefully, with a cute lil note around the string

never fails to tell you how much you love him

and it's not always direct

under the mistletoe, for example. he will give you a little smirk and point to the ceiling wherever it may be placed.

and baby, his kiss? sweet yet passionate, short yet keeps you intoxicated. just amazing *chef kiss*

other examples of his touches are when you're doing something and he just leans against you for a lil while lost in happy thoughts

or holds your hands when you come back from the cold. he warms you up real good hehe

or rests his forehead against yours, allowing the christmas lights to dance across his body.

you totally place a cute lil hat on him

in turn, he braids in some tinsel in your hair. so now your hair is a sparkly mess. but you're having way too much fun to care

such a cheery mood overall

you guys may even belt out to christmas songs

his laughter is so catchy, your favourite tune. so it ends up with you both giggling halfway through the song

and later, you're both wrapped in blankets, sipping at hot cocoa

he loves these quiet moments, warmth flooding both your bodies while the movie is playing in the background.

his hand will always be touching you, somehow. if you're decorating the tree, he'll be right there to help you.

still in shock he celebrated this festive holiday with an angel.

"merry christmas, my love" he whispers at the end of the night, hearing the fire crackle in the background

"merry christmas, sweetheart" you reply, looking deep in his eyes.

that's love swirling in those oceans pools

and then he kisses you tenderly.

nothing has to be extravagant, over the top. just this intimate moment between you and him is all he loves.

christmas could end with him making love to you or wrapped in each others embrace.

your choice, honey ;)

Raphael:

christmas with this guy is really and truly unpredictable

but not 'cause he's angry

oh no, he's the most relaxed and chilled person.

well, kinda. (he woke up with glitter everywhere and mikey screeching in his ears that it was christmas)

but it's because, you never know what the nights going to hold with him

you may go out for a motorcycle ride, admiring all of new york in it's beauty

or he bring you to the rooftop, to admire your beauty

but what he loves, is being down in the lair. that's his home and with you and the overall vibe, it's so comforting. your house isn't a problem, either :)

this bad boy will hang up mistletoe in areas where you're sure to enter and will immediately run to you when you're underneath one.

"guess we better kiss, per tradition~"

you're going to be the one to part lips, raphael has no self control. he will have a makeout with you, literally anywhere. only exception is splinter

and he wants you to hang the lil star/angel on top of the tree.

will hold your waist and pick you up like a lil feather. "that's so beautiful babe, like you"

music (christmas, ofc) will be playing softly in the background

home alone is on t.v. and in your hands are warm cups of cocoa

he added the lil marshmallows (cutie)

and when you laugh, his face breaks out into his own little smile

he can't help it, you're so fucking gorgeous

"merry christmas baby" his finger is under your chin, directing your attention to him. he's sincere and vulnerable in this moment. his heart is on the line here

gets super insecure and sad when you don't reciprocate the love back.

but you do, you always do.

this christmas has been the best by far, spending every second with you.

"merry christmas, sweetheart"

christmas sex to end the night! (if you want to, though. everything is all consent!)

his lovemaking is normally all passionate, to savour the happy moments.

however this depends if you've been nice or naughty, raphael will decide

although knowing him, he will say naughty ;) kinky turt

Donatello:

one of the few times where all work is dropped and he can have fun!

but to be honest, will check time to time on his work. fear not hon, his focus is mainly you!

all the sweet treats will have a lock on them if possible

leo will have to warn him not to touch the frosted cupcakes

you may have to restrain him a little

he finds you sweeter though anyway ;)

he loves, loves, loves decorating stuff and will start with his lab.

will have you with him, as he drapes christmas decor around the lair

all the taller stuff, he will have you to sit on his shoulders and do for him.

lowkey can reach but he wants you on him

he puts on christmas music but will end up with you both dancing in each others arms, miming the words.

asks you what you wanna do, since he wants this night to be the most perfect for you

but you remind him that it's his night too and whatever he wants to do, should be incorporated

and so, he brings you to the couch, grabbing the massive bowl of popcorn and blankets on his way

you're more than happy

he will sneak mistletoe kisses, lil nerd

and then leans against you, with his signature smile

y'know the one where his cute lil smile is parted, showing his teeth slightly. yes that one

you kiss him once, then twice, then three times because you can't help it.

he's so freaking peRFECT *cries*

and the lair looks so beautiful, bathed in a golden light kudos to you. such a romantic moment~

"merry christmas, my dove" he whispers, holding your hand to kiss the top of it.

a rosy hue paints your cheek and your heart thumps happily

"merry christmas, love"

he doesn't mind having sex with you

but the night finishes with cuddles and happiness.

couple a cute nerds, you both 🥺🥰🤍

Michelangelo:

oh honey, it's all the pick up lines, all the jokes packed in this sunshine

"i'm not santa, but you can sit on my lap"

"mikey, do we have any pizza? i figured we can-" "i don't think we do only because you've stolen a pizza of my heart" he clutched his chest dramatically

when you're setting out the christmas presents and food, "babe, tie your shoes! can't have you falling for anyone else!"

"hey sweetness, do you have a name? or can I call you mine?"

and you can't even be mad with him. it's so heartwarming

cooking with him is so much fun

singing out to random songs

if you haven't already, will plop some reindeer ears on your head

"if we gonna do this, we gonna do it properly!"

you guys make all sorts of foods. especially gingerbread cookies. and then it's a competition to sees who makes the better one

this is all the while, belting your hearts out to songs

he twirls you under the kitchen lights, turns this into this massive dance number

with him singing all the way

laughter and chuckles escape both your mouths and finally he looks at you

happiness is literally beaming out of every single crevice in his body.

"merry christmas, to my sweet, gorgeous, beautiful, honey bunch" he holds you close, his hands around your waist and you grin

"merry christmas, to my wonderful, adorable, funny, stunning and amazing turtle" you kiss his cheek but he kisses your lip, hugging you close.

tearing up because that's the cutest and meaningful thing anyone has ever said

oh by the way, mistletoe kisses are a mUST!

literally, it's crazy because every corner you turn, boom! there's a freaking mistletoe

which... kinda backfired since you were under one with his brother

he let out a gasp and ripped off the extra added mistletoe muttering angrily.

you smooched his cute nose instead

but the night finishes as it started with laughter, happiness and excitement.

you know damn well, he won't refuse sex with you. if you're tired, he won't push anything.

he's perfectly content with snuggling you :3

and celebrating it all together is one word: magical. one big happy family. if you're working on christmas day, he will wait for you to come back. depending on your mood, he will either sing merry christmas to you while dancing around the lair with you or wrap you in a fluffy blanket and place you in his lap. and the second you're in the lair, all worries must be left at the doorstep and you enter a literal wonderland. he will make sure you have the best time of your life. forgot his present? absolutely no fucking worries. sick and ill? he will be your lil doctor, still incorporating some of the festive cheer. because he loves you so much.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader fanfic #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt 2014/16 #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt x reader cute moments #tmnt x reader cute fluff #tmnt x reader fluff #tmnt x reader christmas moments

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theangrypokemaniac · 4 years

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Sinnoh has massive flaws as an era, although it's starting to feel like the good old days compared to the present piss-poor offerings.

The major drawback is the amount of 'recurring characters', ones not good enough to be in it fully, but inflicted upon us nevertheless.

I did care about Ash. I did care about Team Rocket.

I was prepared to care about The Misty Replacement, as in the girl shipped with Ash.

I was prepared to care about The Brock Replacement, that is the older brother figure who does all the cooking, carries the medicine, and knows about Pokémon.

I don't give a toss about extras who outstay their welcome.

Hoenn only had Drew and Harley. What was wrong with that?

There are just too bloody many.

Why does Dawn require so many opponents, as if she's of the greatest importance? Why won't Jessie suffice?

I accept the necessity of Paul as The Rival, and we were at least permitted to resent him initially, before the writers fanboy'd like there was no tomorrow.

I admit I liked two of them. They therefore featured the least.

Typical.

Nando

The Blondel of Iberia

A softly-spoken, raven-locked troubadour, roaming the many pathways of life, playing his songs for those weary travellers he encounters on the road.

He's wearing a cloak! The finest use of material to ever be invented!

All this ethereal grace considering the dub lumbered him with the most appallingly unsuitable name possible.

It could've been Raphael, or Dante, or Leonardo.

Oh no, let's name him after a restaurant chain. That adds gravitas.

His lyre pays tribute to Mew, because Nando knows she's The Rarest Of All Pokémon, thus refuses to be impressed by any deformed horse like Arceus throwing its weight around.

Damn straight.

Ursula

A pretty girl with lovely clothes and the spark of a proper personality.

You're not wanted round these parts, love.

I have no particular animosity towards Dawn, but it irritates me how the world revolves around her whims, where if she's lost in the woods, it's a major disaster, and if an attack heads in her direction, she must be protected in case she shatters.

It makes a refreshing change to find someone firmly inoculated against the lures of the temptress.

Also, alongside Ursula from Dinosaur King (the real Jessie), I'm glad of any attempt to reclaim that name, considering most of my generation, upon hearing it, think only about evil old octopus women.

As for the rest?

It's that bad I prefer the Unova bunch to these.

Reggie

Reggie is even more of a knob than Paul. As above, being Ash's enemy meant that, if only by narrative, he was intended to be somewhat disliked.

Not Reginald. No, he's the kind one.

Oh really?

When Ash and Paul have their showdown, Reg starts wittering that it's just as well Chimchar took up with Ash, since he wasn't suited to Paul's 'battle style'.

Battle style.

Is the what he calls mental and physical cruelty?

In Reg's amoral cesspit of a mind, there is no right and wrong, so do whatever you feel.

Reggie is quite aware of how his brother tortures Pokémon, and not only is he unconcerned, he excuses it with euphemism, hoping the audience will obligingly forget too.

What's more, he implies it's Chimchar's fault for not pulling his weight, and Paul abandoning him was the compassionate thing to do.

Cynthia

Suffering severe Bridge Nose Syndrome.

She may be Champion, but I don't remember Lance turning up all the time where he wasn't wanted.

She doesn't even use her influence properly. Rather than give it straight to Paul, order him to shape up and stop spanking the monkey, she fannies about with her cod mysticism, emptily preaching about how Ash and Paul are spiritually linked, with magical, beeyewteefull events taking form just because they met.

That's right, don't bother about Paul clearly being a psychopath, for 'tis ART!

It's the same as trying to convince me that Ash, Dawn and Brock were the Divine Trio because they all saw Something Nasty In The Lake District, as if they have an intrinsic bond foretold in ancient prophecy.

The writers pull this knowing two thirds of the Holy Trinity, plus Paul the Fallen Angel, will be leaving, at which point we'll be expected to stop being overawed at the great majesty they all apparently possess and transfer allegiance to their usurpers.

What's the point?

Angie

Yet another smackhead from that lunatic stare.

What shining genius decided giving all the characters contracted pupils was a good idea?

She looks like one of those kids whose parents dealt with nits the traditional way:

Shaving the entire head and painting it purple.

A barnet resembling privet hacked at by a paralytic gardener before he conked out.

I've seen her arc three or four times, and I still remember nothing about her, except for the amazing skill she possesses to make Ash sneeze on command from a distance.

Conway

One word: nonce.

A clichéd weirdo fitting into Pokémon's Four-Eyed Freaks fixation, where anyone with a slight visual impairment is a weedy, know-it-all bastard or on a register.

Oh yes, and this lad comes with hidden delights, because his glasses gleam like a giant cockroach, just in case he wasn't creepy enough.

Zoey

The human black hole. Has the incredible ability to suck all the joy out of a room just by appearing. A personage of absolute lead.

Too nice and over familiar, lacking a single detectable personality trait.

Bland, empty, and with the charisma of vomit-sodden cardboard.

Sinnoh is a prolonged saga as it is, padded with nonentities like her and Kenny.

Alright, episodes must be devoted to Dawn's Contest career, however tiresome it is, but why exactly do we need any about Zoey and Kenny? Why should we care?

Every time I sat through a competition Dawn lost, I resented that she was no further along on her quest, equating to another episode eaten away by this shallow, blackened hymn to superficiality.

Compare this indulgent treatment to the sneering disrespect shown to Jessie, an actual main character, who not only had to win her Ribbons practically off screen, but the writers delighted in hammering home how worthless she was in only scraping into the Grand Festival because Princess Salvia took pity on the deluded wretch.

They favour their own inventions over the original cast, then dump 'em as soon as the next generation arrives, so how could they ever matter if even the creators eagerly cast them aside?

After all the effort on my part to put up with the entire witless farce, Zoey beats Dawn in the finals!

Why?!

I understood the unspoken law of Ash not being allowed to win a League until the very last series, for fear whatever came after would be anticlimactic, but why should this deadening failure apply to May and Dawn?

By the culmination of the Contest rigmarole, it's obvious they'll be making their exit for the next region's Girl, so why couldn't either bid farewell to the fans with a victory?

Why must they be incompetent too?

Even if achieving their dream dampened any hunger to carry on, they're departing anyway, so what difference does it make?

At least Ash will continue, but for May and Dawn, it's the end.

How could any fan be satisfied with a smarmy vacuum of a creature like Zoey succeeding instead?

Barry

Eyes of molten evil.

The second-worst character ever created (Iris is top of the ranks), Barry is a smug, arrogant, screeching dweeb jabbering his oh-so endearing catchphrase about fining anyone who slightly irks him, so sure is he that his feelings should come above everyone else's

He truly believes he has a God-given entitlement to demand lesser lifeforms should arrange themselves to suit his pleasure, that they are morally compelled to shield him from meagre inconvenience.

Twat.

Knocking the little geck out of the League was the most noble thing Paul ever did. It practically redeems him.

This is what I cannot comprehend:

Ursula is openly conceited, rude to Dawn, and brags about her own excellence even after losing.

We're asked to dislike her.

Barry slags Ash off constantly, is convinced of his own divinity, and jeers at Team Rocket.

We're supposed to see him as a 'good guy' and welcome his arrival.

Why? Are Ash and Team Rocket fair game, but offending Saint Dawn's intolerable?

Again, it astounds me how temporary, region-specific stars seem to count for more than those who've been here since the beginning.

Whilst they're here, that is. Once gone, you wouldn't know they'd existed.

Kenny

He wears a matador outfit to compete.

It's a crying shame Tauros was never given the opportunity to gore him.

As usual, it's Piplup I blame.

Each generation likes to flaunt the starter Pokémon, presumably in the hope of flogging more games, that's why Ash usually catches all three, or they're spread out amongst his friends.

It's about time Team Rocket had one.

Can't do that, they only appear five times per series now.

Piplup is a whiny attention whore who refuses to evolve. In consequence, he can't advertise the next stages in the evolution chain, so we have to keep seeing Barry and Kenny instead, that's why Empoleon and Prinplup are always walking about.

This equates to three characters having the same Pokémon, albeit in different incarnations.

There's variety.

However, Kenny's true purpose is much more grim than that.

Fans will ship Ash with The Girl, a useless endeavour when it's destined to come to nothing when she's kicked out.

In Hoenn and Sinnoh, an effort was made to wean shippers off in preparation for the upcoming split, so alternative suitors were introduced, with the girls effectively pushed on to them.

May got Drew.

I don't mind that. He had some refinements.

Dawn got Kenny.

...

What, you want me to cheer for such a revolting couple?

Have I not suffered enough?

What unpardonable crime did Dawn do to deserve such a horrible fate?

She's not a bad-looking girl. She can do better than an ugly, portly, shrunken, pie-faced cretin!

You do this to me when Nando exists?

Sod the age gap, that never concerned anyone here.

This being the Kenny who spends four years belittling Dawn by constantly reminding her of a humiliating childhood experience, even giving her a nickname too!

Dawn is visibly distressed when he does this, but he's a fine candidate for romance?

She has to settle for a sweaty, lecherous herbert like him, who doesn't even try to atone for his unfortunate mug by being kind?

I suspect the whole Sinnoh adventure was really him wearing down her self-esteem until she believed he was the best available, wanting her to be grateful for his slobbery attentions.

It won't stop there either. He'll trap her for the rest of her life by isolating her from friends, followed by accusations of how undeserving she is of his 'love'.

Such is Dawn's lot: absent father, pushy mother, whinging penguin and abusive boyfriend.

Kenny's already a perv:

He's not looking at her face.

She knows he's not.

Ash and Pikachu have noticed an interesting feature further down.

Aipom likes it too.

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