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bluerosefox · 9 months

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Daughter of Phantom, Lady Gotham.

I love Lady Gotham stuff in the DCxDP stories, like a lot, so what if, hear me out (Long post is long, I rambled again)

Lady Gotham is Danny's daughter.

How? How about Danny is hurt (his parents? GIW? Vlad?), like badly, to the point even his core is damaged and the time needed to heal would take years, like a lot of years. Like it was bad that even his Rogues were shocked and shaken. They eventually get him to the Realms but are unsure what to do next. So they're scrambling trying to figure out how to save him.

So when CW appeared he asked to handed the Core because he knows what to do, where to hide him so he can heal they don't question it, everyone in the Realms know CW, the Ancient of Time itself, has a soft spot for Phantom. He opens a portal to a different world, not Danny's he can't run the risk of GIW finding him, to a just beginning world, the new world will help speed up his healing, and with Frostbite's help they set up a healing chamber deep, deep in the ground. Once they made sure everything is set up and safe, they place his core inside the healing pod and return every so often to check on him.

Over time though, above on the surface of that world it's timeline starts. Animals, creatures, humans, aliens, magic users, etc etc begin and with it, because even as a half healing core, Danny's power and ectoplasm starts effecting the area he's resting in (Ghost King Danny? Young/New Ancient/Eldritch Being? Or just an OP Danny?) (Clockwork and even Frostbite showing up every so often doesn't help either, it explains why Gotham is so cold sometimes or why time seems... off)

Anyways due to Danny's power (along with bits of Clockwork and Frostbite), magic of this world, and people beginning to build a small town on top of the land it gives birth to the namesake of the town.

GOTHAM.

CW foresaw her 'birth' and finds her sitting in front of Danny's healing pod. He always knew Gotham would eventually form, the belief/love her people have in her would had given her a form eventually he just wasn't expecting her to form so soon (this is why Danny remains his favorite person, he always did something CW never really see's to often) nor was he expecting her to become Danny's daughter. Gotham looks a bit like Danny, dark hair, blue eyes, pointed ears, sharp teeth, glowing star like freckles, but she also reflects her people, the ones that call Gotham home so her image shifts sometimes. But he can see small hints of maybe himself and Frostbite in the shifts.

She is 100% Danny's daughter via spirit/ectoplasm. If anything CW and Frostbite are like many times removed family members when it comes down to ectoplasm.

She's silent for a moment before she asks if "You and the other come here often to see him... The one sleeping is he my father?" Which CW does confirm, he explains why Danny is healing and who he and Frostbite are and why they show up to make sure he is doing better. How his healing will take many, many years. She goes silent again before saying "Teach me how to protect him. I am new and young compared to others... and yet I already know if anyone desires him for the power he gives, they will stop at nothing. He is my father and I am his daughter, I need to keep him safe just how I know he would keep me safe. This much I know."

CW agrees.

She learns, from her father's allies (CW, Frostbite, Pandora, etc etc) how to defend and fight. How to protect what she loves. She watches over her father and fights off demon's, monsters, sometimes an alien that senses the slumbering power, evil magic users. Etc. She watches over the town and people who named her as well, falls in love with the humans who call her home as well and defends them as well.

She even gets the blunt force of a curse a powerful old entity that tired to place it on her father after she had just banished it from her lands. It's an old powerful curse that CW or Frostbite can't rid of because it would weaken her far to much that they run the risk of her fading, the only way to get rid of it is if she had a family member feeding her ectoplasim to help sustain her. (Her aunts can't because Jazz isn't ghostly enough and Danielle can't because hers is limited due to being a clone (like she has enough for herself but does need to visit the Infinite Realms during her travels to get more ectoplasim to filter in and out). Danny is their only chance because he's constantly filtering ectoplasim in and out and even creating it because of how he died with a portal opening up at the same time)

The curse slowly starts eating away at Gotham, makes it hard for her to have a solid corporeal form because pain (when she has to use this form to fight off others she has to bare through the pain), her appearance starts changing (eyes turn from sharp ice blue to glowing yellow, skin turns deathly sickly pale, her star freckles slowly blinking in and out, hands become inked claws, her dark hair is unkempt and spills like an oil sludge down her body and face) and because Danny is still healing himself he can't help her and she can't see him all too often anymore because she doesn't want to run the risk of the curse effecting his healing core, she does get updates from the other ghosts that visit him and then her. She still defends him though, outside of his healing chambers should on the rare chance something finds it way down to him.

Eventually due to Danny's and Gotham's natural ectoplasim filtering on the lands, visiting and powerful ghosts, Gotham fighting off powerful beings trying to use her father for power, and the curse on Gotham herself, the town that had been built on the ground above by humans becomes the very city we all know.

Its a whole mixed bag do to so many factors, that's why Gotham is the way it is.

Gotham does her best to keep her people safe from well... everything but due to the curse and the fighting off another person/entity/demon/magic user/etc coming for her father's power, she can't always do much by the time one crisis is over and a new one pops up, she's slowly breaking down the longer it takes.

That's why she has a soft spot for her Dark Knight and his family and allies, they help her from the pain from the curse by trying as both the Wayne's and as the Batclan to fix up her city self, its not enough to really fix her fully but it helps with the pain that eats at her.

She does her best to give them tiny blessings though, but due to her duty of protecting her father she can't always do much (she wept when news of Jason, her second Robin, her rough around the edges bookworm, had died came to her. She couldn't protect him because he was out of her reach. Its why when Joker returned she made it very hard for him to really gain his foothold in her again but had to stop because CW told her if she kept making it too hard for the clown he'd go running off to 'play' with a different hero and that... that timeline would lead the world to ruin. She begrudgingly stopped but when Joker had taken her third Robin, her tiny Tim the one she loved watching shadow her knights, she did everything she could to keep him sane from the pain he had been put in, and lead Batman to the warehouse to save him. Also it turns out her heartbreak over Jason's death, her curse acting up, and her ectoplasim sparking off at the same time it helped bring him back from his grave not fully but somewhat, she was so shocked that she didn't have time to send hints to Bruce to get him when he was taken by Talia and once again out of her reach. She tried hinting it to Bruce that Talia had taken him but by the time he would check on the League, Talia would had moved him)

Gotham, depsite being young in the eyes of many other powerful beings and entities has held her own and kept those that wanted to use her father for power packing. Despite being cursed that is slowly eating her alive she still holds onto the hope her father will awaken and she will finally get to meet him. (She hopes she made him proud, he is a protector spirit core after all and she had been steadfast with keeping him safe all these years).

Things however take a turn for the worse when Gotham awakens from some sort of powerful slumber (she doesn't know what happened?! Did something knock her out?! When did she fall asleep?! Was it magic? Did the curse do it? Did someone or something-) And discovers someone or something had managed to steal her father slumbering core. (So close to healing, so close to awakening according to Frostbite, just a few more days he says. Just. A. Few. More. Days)

She tries to go find him but is suddenly hurting more, her curse has progressed even worse, she can barely stand, let alone fight whoever had her father. And she knows her father's friends won't be back to see her until far later.

And then all of Gotham shakes and shudders when her rage, panic, and terror are felt that early morning.

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Deep in the Batcave, Batman and the others are searching for whatever caused that strange almost magical but not (ectoplasm) shudder that morning.

They were expecting a full scale attack. Magical, alien, maybe even all the Rogues in Gotham working together. An all scaled war. They were looking for any signs of it, maybe to by some miracle stop it before it becomes to late.

They however weren't expecting a strange sick looking woman with yellow glowing eyes, oil ink like hair covering her face and body, clawed hands like they had dipped in ink as well, star like freckles blinking in and out on her body and face, sharp ears, breathing heavily and coughing every so often to appear in the cave. Like she had sunk out from the shadows in pure silence. (Even Cass did not hear her)

Nor were they expecting her not to even flinch when they trained their weapons onto her. Instead all she did was laugh, a raspy low laugh, but it held warmth and mirth.

"Now, now my knights... No need for that. I come needing help and you are the only ones I will ever trust with this mission..." her voice was soft but harsh, talking seemed to hurt her though for she had to take deep breaths and suppress a cough. Her eyes trailed across them all, despite her sickly look her eyes gleamed with a motherly warmth in a strange sense, something all of them could feel "I can not hold this corporal form for long. Long story short I am cursed, have been for a very long time and whatever happened to me earlier this morning has aggravated it even more and thus I can not stay in the world of the 'living' to do much. My father, the one I have been protecting since my creation from all sorts of terrible and dangerous things, for should they get a hold of him it could spell the end of life itself for he is that powerful, has been taken from his healing chamber. I do not know who or where but I know he still remains in the city, that much I can sense."

She coughed and took a shuddering breath "But alas I can not go to his aid as I once has been able to, this is where you all come in. I need you to find my father, find his core. Bring him to safety. I had fought so many to keep him safe, to make sure he heals in peace for so long, and he... So close. Just a few more days he needed... then I could had finally had met him."

She lightly muttered those last few words, eyes looking lost for a moment before coughing hard.

"Who are you." Batman, Bruce Wayne, stonely demanded but for some reason he couldn't help but feel like he knows her, like from a foggy memory, and by the looks of his family they all could sense the same thing.

The woman, or whatever she was, merely smiled, sharp teeth bared in it as she looked him right in the eyes and said.

"Gotham, my dear Dark Knight. I am Lady Gotham herself. Its wonderful to finally meet you despite the circumstances."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #batman #danny phantom dc #Lady Gotham #Lady Gotham is Danny's daughter #his ectoplasm her towns people belief and love in her and the natural magic of the world gave 'birth' to her #danny is sleeping for a very long time #CW made him rest on a different world so he didnt have to run the risk of the GIW finding him or 'sleeping' well past his love ones time #this got long but its my brain being weird and coming up with a new AU #none of the bats was expecting Lady Gotham #she needs their help though #she has always wanted to speak with them but her duty in protecting Danny and her curse made it hard #Bruce has questions #like so many #Lady Gotham feels like 'mom' to her favorites #who has Danny?#idk someone #this... this got long #this is what happens when I'm fully allowed to ramble I've been let loose and been allowed gremlin hours #Lady Gotham takes after his human half when she was 'born'

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thechaoticdruid · 5 months

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[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant]

Astarion(s) x Tav

Plot: I made a post a while back about Ascended Astarion meeting Spawn Astarion via multiversal timeline shenanigans and legit maybe one person shared a fic with a similar premise.

So basically I was like *puts on infinity gauntlet* “Fine, I'll do it myself.”

Content Warning// 18+ for Sexual humor and suggestive themes. I legit have not been in the fanfiction business in years so go easy on me.

Characters might be ooc. Spelling/Grammar mistakes may be present. A wee bit of blood and violence. Gale is made fun of. Tav is based heavily off my human druid Tav, Winnie and uses She/Her pronouns.//

Possible Triggers: Ascended Astarion, kidnapping, mentioned character death, possessiveness, obsession, AA touches Tav without her consent (not sexually tho), Galeshaming.

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Ah, the Elfsong. There was really no better place to unwind after a long day of adventuring. And there was really nothing better to help one unwind than a favorite snack, a cold drink and lovely company. Unfortunately for Tav she'd have to wait up on the company as her beloved was currently preoccupied with his nightly grooming. Gods only know how long that man will take doing his hair. The human female rolled her eyes and brought her wine bottle to her lips taking a few swigs before biting into some cheese she'd been nibbling on prior. Tav lounged about on their shared bed wearing nothing but a black tank and red boxers. Despite the peace and relaxation she was getting pretty bored without her love to snuggle and gossip with. Tav finished off the last few bites of cheese before she pulled out the private journal she'd been keeping since this whole adventure began. Little doodles of her partner decorated the pages along with her chicken scratch handwriting.

She had documented details of their adventure whenever she had the chance and also took the time to add various doodles of her companions and any monsters they encountered. (Some of her favorite drawings included herself opening a bottle and releasing a spectator. And of course a lovely little drawing of her and Astarion kicking the shit out of Cazador.)

As she waited Tav began to entertain herself by writing down a to-do list.

“Ah lets see…Yep definitely gonna have to have a chat with that pompous prick who was threatening a kid the other day. Maybe I can invite him back to the tavern later? I'm sure Star wouldn't mind having a snack.” Tav hummed, scribbling down everything she had planned out as of late.

Shit I need to do:

‘Feed rich tit to boyfriend.’

‘Teach Shadowheart to swim.’

‘Buy Clive a best friend.’

‘Murder baddies.’

‘Wildshape into a pigeon and shit on Gortash's head.’

‘Buy boyfriend cute clothes.’

‘Take Gale shopping for wizardy stuff.’

‘Look into real estate in the Underdark.’

‘Take Scratch for a walk.’

‘Kill more bad people.’

‘Contemplate licking dead spider.’

‘Be screamed at by Gale for licking dead spider.’

‘Buy flowers for Karlach and Shadowheart.’

‘Buy boyfriend more cute clothes.’

‘Study wizard stuff.’

‘Help Moon Lesbians plan wedding.’

‘Research ring of the sunwalker.’

‘Piss off the Gods……Again…’

‘Remember to take Astarion on romantic beach date before fighting the Elder Brain.’

‘Unalive people of not goodness.’

‘Shave Gale’s beard while he sleeps.’

‘Continue writing smutty novel series so I can keep buying boyfriend cute clothes.’

“Tav, a word please.” Gale appeared from around the corner. Tav groaned, annoyed by the prospect of having to get up. Especially since Gale looked like he was going to scold her for something. Begrudgingly she hopped off the bed, leaving the comfort of her room to see what in the hells that damn wizard wanted.

“What do you need, Gale? I'm kinda in the middle of writing down my to-do list.”

“Am I inclined to believe that you've been writing erotic novels that feature Astarion and I?” The wizard inquired.

“Pfft! What in the hells gave you that idea!” Tav laughed, her eyes staring off to the side nervously as she twiddled her thumbs. Gale pulled out a red leather bound book titled ‘Blood-Mage’. It was a ridiculously smutty novel about a young handsome sorcerer named Garrett Delarous who is reluctantly forced to team up with a dastardly, but world endingly beautiful Vampire Lord in order to save the world or some shit. (The book mostly focused more on smut than plot.) Amazingly the novel had made a killing after Tav had peddled it at Sharess's Caress. It seemed nearly everyone wanted a copy. (Tav was also pretty sure she noticed Halsin was reading the book as well.)

“My series is about a renowned sorcerer and a Vampire Lord. There's a difference, Gale.” Tav crossed her arms with a huff.

“You can't just profit off of other people's likenesses Tav! You at least need to pay them royalties!”

“I always give half the money I earn to Astarion.”

“I’m talking about me!”

“I think my beloved ‘gloves of power’ were more than enough payment for you.” Tav huffed before looking off to the side with a sad look.

I miss those gloves so much.

Gale sighed in annoyance, pinching the bride of his nose. He was used to Tav’s shenanigans at this point but this was just ridiculous. Not to mention while skimming through Tav's scandalous work he noticed the sorcerer was always on the bottom during intimate scenes. The audacity!

“Besides I use the money I make from this for not only myself and Astarion, but the rest of the camp as well. Adventuring ain't cheap ya know?”

“You can at least give me a small percentage of the profits. Say thirty percent?”

“Ten percent.” Tav said flatly.

“Twenty percent?��

“Ten percent.” Tav repeated.

“Fine.” Gale gives in, causing the shorter of the two to smirk triumphantly. Tav watched smugly as the wizard slumped off in defeat before quickly adding another note to her to-do list.

‘Give 10% of book money to the stinky wizard.’

Tav finished off her list as she felt a pair of cool arms wrap around her form from behind, her cheeks tinting light pink. “Do you really need to take five hours in the bath?” She hummed, turning her head to meet her partner’s crimson gaze. His hair was dry and looked rather soft and silky and he was dressed in this eccentric red silk robe with fluffy black trim.

“You can't rush art, darling.” Astarion purred before nuzzling his cheek against hers. “You know if you were getting impatient you could have joined me in the tub. I would have loved the company.” He murmured huskily.

“In these tiny ass bathtubs? I'd have to sit on your lap and even then I doubt we'd have enough room to really do anything.” Tav replied, nuzzling back against him.

“We could still try.~” The vampire cooed.

“Tempting, but the others have whined enough about our night time activities. Apparently we're noisy.”

“Then perhaps next time I shall have to gag you won't I?”

“Alright! I'm ending this conversation here!” Tav said quickly, face burning up at his teasing.

“Besides, I’ll need some sleep for tomorrow. Gortash won't kill himself, unfortunately.” Tav said with a yawn.

“Really? Now? I was hoping you'd at least cuddle with me before bed.” Astarion pouted.

“Oh you poor thing. Fine, we can cuddle till I fall asleep. Cutie.” The human female smiled sweetly before planting a kiss on her lover's cheek, receiving a content hum in response. Tav turned to pull away from the elf's embrace before suddenly feeling herself be scooped up and tossed over his shoulder.

“Hey! What did I say about picking me up!?” She whined, squirming a bit as she hung over his shoulder. “I don't like being manhandled!”

“But you're so adorable like this.~” Astarion teased, his hand gripping her ass as he carried over to the bed. Despite Tav’s complaints she did little else in protest besides pout and blush as she was whisked away. The two of them soon settled on the bed, Tav immediately nuzzling into Astarion's chest and relaxing. Astarion’s clawed fingernails found their way into her messy locks, caressing and running through them as the two snuggled together. His skin was cold to the touch, but honestly Tav actually liked it. It kinda reminded her of the cool side of her pillow. Even though there was the constant threat of death around every corner the two of them were still able to cherish their time together, and hopefully now that Astarion had been freed of his master they would continue to do so.

There was still the tiny issue of an evil alien brain thing that could turn them into soulless squid monsters, but they'd be able to take care of that sooner or later. A part of Tav wanted to put it off as selfish and dangerous as it could be. Because as soon as they destroyed the brain, they'd destroy the only protection Astarion had against the sun. Tav wasn't about to give up on finding a way for her love to enjoy the sun, but for now she'd at least make the time he has left in it special.

“Star….” Tav murmured aloud, her head tilting upwards to meet her partner's eyes.

“Yes dear?” He hummed.

“You know there's actually something I've been meaning to talk to you about. We've been together for a while now and well…we haven't actually had a real date….I mean I guess it's understandable considering we have to save the world and shit, but I was thinking maybe if there's time we could do something together....” Tav bit down on her lip as she sat up on the bed. She felt nervous all of a sudden, not used to asking for stuff like this. Astarion had always been the one to initiate most of their romantic activities. The best Tav could do was a kiss on the cheek or a hug and even that had taken a while for her to get comfortable with.

“What about all our little late night trysts? Do those not count as dates?” Astarion raised an eyebrow though his tone was playful.

“Ehh…well…rolling around in the dirt in the middle of nowhere isn't exactly what I'd call a date.” Tav said awkwardly, earning a chuckle from her vampire.

“I suppose you're right. We've never really had any bonding time without you being pinned underneath me.” He joked before quickly clearing his throat and finally trying to be serious. “What do you have in mind, darling?”

“I just want to take you out somewhere…We could go out to eat or just walk in the park….” The human female twiddled her thumbs as she trailed off, feeling butterflies in her stomach. “I'd be up for anything really as long as I'm with you.”

“I…would like that very much, my love.” Astarion cupped her cheek, his eyes soft and full of affection. He pulled her into a sweet chaste kiss, allowing her to return it before she pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

Thudd!

Tav quickly pulled back from Astarion's embrace as she heard a noise. She looked around frantically for the sound.

“Tav? Is something wrong?” Astarion asked.

“I just heard something…” She said before suddenly her eyes landed at the window near their bed. On the opposite side of the window seat a small white bat could be seen looking through the glass. Its little red eyes stared at the human with an intense gaze. “It's a bat.” Tav pointed towards the window. Astarion looked over at the little creature before internally groaning.

No. She better not even think about it!

The bat blinked, looking at Tav a few times before curling its left wing against its body.

“I think its wing is injured!” Tav exclaimed with concern.

“Ugh leave it! We've taken in enough stray beasts!” Astarion scoffed, but Tav immediately ignored him, rushing over to the window.

“Tav! Don't! It probably has some horrible disease or something!”

Tav quickly opened the window, her eyes going soft as she looked down at the small animal. She moved to scoop it up into her arms but before she could the bat simply fell back.

“Shit!” She shouted.

“Thank the gods, it's dead. Now come back to bed, darling.” Astarion said, patting the spot besides him. Tav just glared at him silently before suddenly she wildshaped into a raven and flew out the window.

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While Tav didn't preach about nature 24/7 like Halsin did she was still just as much of a druid as he was and couldn't bear to stay by while an injured animal was in need. (Much to her lover's dismay.) She'd flown out the window of their room and circled around looking for the little bat.

There was no sign of the winged beast anywhere near the elfsong, but at least that was a sign it likely hadn't fallen to its death. Tav kept searching, eventually straying further from the tavern until she was forced to land and give her wings a breather, returning back to her human form.

“Dammit it's so dark I can't tell where I am. Everything looks different at night.” Her eyes strained as she struggled to make out any familiarity. Despite having lived in Baldur's Gate for about ten years Tav had always made it a point not to roam about at night. Her lack of dark vision made night time prowling even more dangerous, especially in this city.

She decided to reserve her strength instead of wild-shaping again. From what she could make out in the dark she'd found herself in one of the back alleys. Tav kept stumbling around in the dark for a while until at last she began to consider heading back. The bat likely wasn't dead since she had seen no hair or hide of it and she really wasn't in the mood to find herself in trouble. It constantly seemed to follow Tav these days it seemed. Last time she wandered around the city by herself she got into a fist fight with some stuck up noble lady who had referred to her as ‘a fat ugly little boy’. (The others were not happy about sneaking her out of prison that day.)

Just as Tav was about to assume the form of a beast fit for the night she noticed some light up ahead. The graveyard had been illuminated by a couple of lanterns. Tav approached hoping it would help her map out her way back if she just remembered how to get to the Elfsong from there. However as soon as she got close to the light someone was waiting for her.

“Astarion?” Tav called out as her silver haired lover stepped out of the darkness. She expected nagging, and complaining about having to come out here looking for her, but instead Astarion just stared at her intensely as if studying every detail of her face. “Are you okay?” She asked with concern. Something was very strange about this. Astarion being quiet for long was never a good sign. Tav scanned him over, almost immediately noting his elegant attire. A black and red suit with silver bats embroidered on it. Odd. Tav had never seen him wear this outfit before. And he was always quick to show off any new clothes to her, seeking her praise. Astarion moved towards her quickly and out of nowhere pulled her into a crushing hug.

“Yes of course. I was just worried about you, my sweet.” His grip on her was almost uncomfortably tight, as if he was holding onto her for dear life.

“I haven't been gone that long….” Tav stiffened. There was an abnormal warmth to his body. Sure he was able to raise his temperature after feeding, but there was hardly a decent supply of beasties for him to nibble on in this city, not to mention he would have had to have found one pretty damn fast before seeking her out.

“You’ve always been such a brave little thing, haven't you?” He let out a chuckle, his grip on her didn’t falter. His tone didn't seem threatening, but one thing for sure set off an alarm in her.

Thump-thump.

Tav immediately ripped herself away from him and took a few steps back, her eyes glaring daggers. “Who the hells are you?” She snapped.

“Whatever, ever do you mean, pet?” His voice was full of false innocence, it reminded her a lot of how Astarion would often speak whenever accusations were hurled at him, but this person was definitely not her lover.

Tav’s first instinct was to assume he'd probably been one of the shape-changers they'd been attacked by in the past, but there was this gnawing gut feeling that this time was different.

“Drop the act. I've already met enough shit heads running around wearing someone else's face. Who are you really?”

“I’m Astarion. Really dear, I'm disappointed you have so little faith in me that you'd think I'd allow some lowly shape-changers near you.” He took a few steps forward.

“Stay away from me…” Tav growled out through gritted teeth. Damnit. She didn't have any weapons and was literally in her sleepwear.

“You seem tired, love. Perhaps we should head back so you can get some rest?” He extended his hand towards her. Tav was about to say something else before suddenly an arrow came out of nowhere, nearly hitting the Astarion look alike in the shoulder. He was able to dodge just in the nick of time. Tav gasped in surprise before quickly turning back to see another…. Astarion?

The two looked identical aside from their clothing. The imposter was wearing his elegant suit and the other one (whom Tav hoped to the gods was actually him) was wearing a familiar red and black doublet.

“Hells teeth.” Astarion spoke up as he looked over at the two. Tav immediately sniffed air around the second Astarion. The tiniest whiff of death hit her senses and immediately she ran over to him.

“Star!” Tav was by his side in an instant. His arm quickly looped around her hip protectively before he scanned over her face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, receiving a nod in response. Astarion then looked over towards his look alike. “My, aren't you just beautiful? I must admit I'm quite flattered you chose to imitate me.”

“Is that what you think of me? I'm hurt.” The other vampire laughed. “I am no mere imitation. I am you…..well a better you.”

“You're not making any sense!” Tav hissed, her jaw clenching as she suppressed the urge to let out an animal-like growl.

“Allow me to shed some light on it then. I come from a reality where instead of choosing to remain weak and pathetic we became who we always wanted to be.” Tav's eyes widened at the revelation, though she was still debating whether or not to believe all this madness. Of course she'd been to hells, the shadowfell and even fought a god so maybe this wasn't too far fetched.

“The Vampire Ascendant.”

“If you're telling the truth then why are you here? You have everything you want don't you?” The vampire spawn quirked an eyebrow. Meanwhile the Ascendant’s face suddenly turned cold. He almost looked sad.

“I did. Wealth, power, pleasure, everything I could ever dream of. I was on the cusp of dominating the entirety of the sword coast. Everything was mine. But none of it mattered without the one thing I cherished most. My beloved consort. My Tav.” His eyes suddenly locked into the human female. She felt small, cornered, like a rat caught between a cat’s paws. “He was taken from me…”

Tav stiffened, taking a step back. She really did not like where this was going. Her lover kept a gentle hold on her, staying between her and the other vampire.

“And now you're here to take my Tav I presume?” Astarion scoffed, “you obviously didn't care very much about yours then if you're already looking for a replacement.”

“HE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME!” Before Tav could think her lover was knocked off his feet. A punch had come at him faster than he could react. The Ascendant stood over him, shaking with anger. Tav moved over towards the vampire spawn as quickly as she could, checking him out. He seemed alright, albeit a little winded, possibly bruised. Astarion huffed, getting back to his feet. Tav was quick to cast cure wounds on him to help perk him back up.

The Ascendant took in a breath, regaining his composure. While the spawn swiftly tossed Tav a spare dagger from his pack. A fight was likely inevitable now.

“I’ve searched across thousands of timelines. None of these pathetic excuses for adventurers came even close to my beloved. That is…until I found you of course…” The vampire lord pointed a clawed finger at the druid. “You're the only one who resembles him in the slightest, albeit you are a bit more…voluptuous than he was.” He chuckled a bit.

“Okay hold on a minute! You can't just come here and take someone else’s Tav because you lost yours!” Tav pointed her dagger shakily towards him.

“My dear, I don't think you understand. I am the Vampire Ascendant. I can take whatever I want!”

“I don't care if you're the fucking god of gnomes I'm not going anywhere with you. I have my own Astarion.” Tav gripped the blade tightly while her free hand prepared to cast a spell.

“I had hoped you'd come quietly, but it seems we'll have to do this the hard way.” With a flash of pink light Tav was hit with a sleeping spell and fell to the ground unconscious. Her dagger dropped to the ground with a clatter. The spawn was quick to move in front of Tav taking out his rapier and aiming a swipe at the other vampire.

The Ascendant stepped back just as the thin slender blade nicked a cut across his attire, just barely missing his flesh. The spawn took another swing at him, nicking his side and gaining a kick to the ribs in return. The spawn huffed, quickly recovering before moving in for another attack.

However the Ascendant’s clawed hand struck first, slashing through the armor surrounding the Astarion's shoulder and slicing his flesh. The spawn cried out and gripped his arm as his counterpart smirked smugly, bringing his finger up to his lips and basically tasting his own blood.

“Mmm…Delicious.~” He purred. The Ascendant’s crimson eyes trailed over towards Tav before beginning to glow red. “To me, now.” He said as if issuing a command to unseen soldiers.

Within seconds two oddly familiar figures appeared out of mist. A sickly pale looking Halsin and Shadowheart, both with glowing red orbs for eyes.

“Gods below. You've turned your own friends into spawn!?” Astarion gasped, his face full of disgust.

“Eh…I wouldn't exactly call them friends…. Though they are much more compliant this way.” The vampire lord replied with a toothy grin. The spawn felt sick to his stomach. To think he could have ended up this way.

“Take care of my inferior self, would you darlings? I have places to be…” The Ascendant gave a small wave before quickly scooping the unconscious Tav up in his arms.

“Yes master.” The undead Shadowheart and Halsin replied, a bright red light shone around their bodies as they were compelled to attack.

“Farewell beautiful.” The vampire lord gave his spawn self a wink before quickly vanishing into mist, taking Tav along with him.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

“Astarion….” Tav muttered tossing and turning in her sleep as she slowly began to come to. She shot up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding.

“Ugh…That was a terrible dream. Star you wouldn't believe…” Tav went silent as her eyes scanned her surroundings. It in fact was not a dream.

“Oh gods damnit.” She huffed.

Tav was in a large elegant looking bedroom, lying upon a purple queen size bed adorned with fine silk sheets. Maroon red walls surrounded her and were decorated nicely by paintings and other fine wall decor. The first thing the druid noticed after taking in her surroundings was the pressure around her neck. Her hands quickly reached for her throat feeling what seemed like a tight choker of some kind. She quickly hopped off the bed and looked into the mirror of a nearby vanity that sat west of the bed. “Fucking hells.” She breathed out as her eyes laid upon a black and red collar adorning her neck. There was this unnerving glow surrounding the collar. Most likely some kind of magic was placed on it. Quickly she curled her fingers preparing to use a spell in order to tear this damn thing off of her, but nothing happened.

This thing must be silencing my casting somehow.

Tav for a moment before forming an idea. She could probably wildshape into something small and squeeze out. Maybe. The druid sighed before getting on all fours preparing to transform into a rat. She let out a grunt, but nothing happened.

“Oh fuck you!” She shouted before rolling and desperately trying to yank the collar off.

Tav growled and pulled on the neck piece, yanking as hard as she could, resorting to gnawing on it.

Knock knock.

The druid immediately ceased her actions at the sound of the door. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of it being that so-called ‘Vampire Ascendant’ again. Her eyes flickered around the room before she took hold of a candle stick and stood next to the door, back pressed against the wall.

The door creaked open and a small figure walked inside. Tav prepared herself to strike down whoever had entered, but froze upon seeing the person. It was a small blonde haired half-elf woman, dressed in a house keeper's attire.

Tav quickly looked into her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed they were blue. She set the candlestick down on the vanity and looked at the half-elf curiously. “Who are you?” She asked.

“My name is Abigail, milady. The master sent me to help you get dressed and make sure you come see him.” The small woman piped up in a small soft voice. Abigail was petite and quite short, probably about an inch or two shorter than Tav was, though the druid estimated the half elf was probably around the same age as she was…well physically anyway. With elves you could really never tell.

“And exactly where am I?” Tav crossed her arms.

“The Crimson palace milady. My lord has taken up residence here while he stays in your realm.” Abigail replied before scurrying across the room, towards a closet. “It'd be best not to keep him waiting, my lady.” The half-elf rummaged around through the closet before taking a couple of different outfits to choose from and spreading them out over the bed. “My apologies if you'd prefer a dress, but this is all we could bring with us from our world.”

Tav blushed a bit in embarrassment as she realized she was still only wearing a tank and boxers. She looked over at the bed and took note of the three suits that laid out in front of her.

“These belonged to Master Tav. Master Astarion said they'd likely fit you, my lady.”

“Now hold on, I have questions! How did you all get here, and what is this thing!?” Tav demanded as she tugged on her collar once again.

“I'm sorry I can say no more. Please miss, just get dressed.” Abigail pleaded,a hint of fear was in her tone. Tav was hesitant, but begrudgingly she slipped off her tank before sliding into one of the suits, a red one that felt a little snug on her, but actually not by much. The only issue being that she couldn't get the top three buttons of the white undershirt that went with it to button. It left her cleavage slightly exposed. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Okay, I'm ready.” She said, Abigail nodded and began to lead the druid out of the room.

Perhaps this was her chance? She could make a break for it on their way out! Tav braced herself to bolt only to be met with a shockingly familiar face as she exited the room. Lae'zel. Or well a vampire spawn that looked completely identical to her githyanki companion aside from a pair of glowing red.

“Dear gods, Lae'zel, what happened to you? Did Astarion do this?” Tav gasped in shock.

“She's not your Lae'zel, milady.” Abigail spoke up.

“I was told to make sure the master’s new pet came quietly, not to answer questions.” Lae’zel simply replied.

“Come on, let's go.” Abigail took hold of Tav’s arm, giving her a gentle smile before tugging her along. Lae'zel quietly followed, a seemingly permanent scowl on her face as she watched Tav's every move, almost daring her to run for it.

The three walked down a long corridor for what seemed like hours. The sound of footsteps along with her own heartbeat seemed to be the only thing Tav could process as a gnawing anxiety set in. Her chest tightened, her throat felt dry and she could feel this nervous pain dancing across her spine. She wasn't sure why but something about this other Astarion scared her. This Vampire Ascendant. She had never been afraid of her beloved spawn, hells she wasn't even afraid of Cazador or any other vampire she had come across on their journey, but something about her lover's counterpart made her skin crawl.

“Well aren't you just precious?” A seductive pur tore Tav from her thoughts, forcing her to look up and realize she'd been dragged out into the ballroom. It definitely was a lot cleaner than the past time she'd been here. All the blood and wolf corpses had been dealt with. Just how long has this other Astarion been here? He couldn't have just started squatting here, found and kidnapped Tav, and had time to clean everything up on the same day! The Vampire Ascendant sat upon Cazador’s old throne, looking down at Tav. His eyes trailing over her.

Tav took a deep breath before clearing her throat and trying to appear confident.

“Where is Astarion? And I mean my Astarion.”

“You needn’t concern yourself with him any longer. You're mine now and I will give you so much more than he ever could.~” The Vampire Lord stood up and stepped towards Tav slowly.

“I’m not your Tav. I can never be him.” The druid backed up a little, however with Lae’zel’s presence behind her she didn't have much room to retreat. She wasn't sure if reasoning with this alternate version of her lover was possible, but it was worth a shot if nothing else. However instead of listening he swiftly took her hands in his.

“No need to be modest, my pet, you're practically like him in every way. You have his eyes, his face, the same little quirks and ticks. Granted, you're built a little different anatomically, but that's not something that ever deterred me.” Astarion moved in closer, briefly pressing his lips against her knuckles. “And now that I've found you, nothing will ever part us. Not again.” Before Tav could speak she was pulled in for another tight hug. She squirmed a bit, conflicted feelings of pity and fear were arguing back and forth in her mind as she felt him nuzzling his face into her neck. He was clearly dangerous, but he also seemed heartbroken. He wanted anyway to have his lover back so badly he crossed time itself to see them again. Or at least someone who resembled them.

But Tav knew deep down she wouldn't be enough to fill the void left by her counterpart. Gods, she hoped there would be a happy ending to all of this.

~•~•~•~•~•~

A little note from ChaoticDruid: I really hope it didn't suck! I haven't published a fanfic in so long >~< This idea had just been swimming around in my brain forever I just had to get it out! I got the idea from the PS5 launch party animation and seeing Launch Astarion and EA Astarion flirting just made me go okay but what if it was Ascended Astarion and Spawn Astarion?

I don't know if I will continue it. I have other things I wanna write and my ADD makes this stuff so freaking hard. But maybe maybe not 🤞🤞

Part 2: LETS GOOOOOOO

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icycoldninja · 1 month

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I hope this isn't a weird ask (you can ignore this if it is), but would it be okay to ask for some HCs about how the guys are with a hunter S/O? But instead of hunting the usual demons the boys are used to, they hunt things like the monsters in Bloodborne.

Bonus points if their S/O has a tamed beast that operates the same as V's familiars.

It's not weird at all! It's an interesting concept I had a lot of fun working on. Enjoy! 💜

Sparda boys + V x Devil Hunter! S/O headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante got so excited when he found out you were a devil hunter like him. Finally, someone that understands the pain of fighting supernatural, otherworldly creatures.

-Wants to go on jobs with you all the time, not caring what it is you're doing, or what you're hunting, he just wants to spend time with you.

-Trades weapons with you and teaches you how to use his guns while you teach him to use your weapons. It's cute, and handy if either of you lose your stuff mid battle.

-He expected to fight empusas and other weak, annoying demons. When he saw what you were going up against, he was visibly shocked for a moment. You hunt those? Seriously?

-Dante respects you for being able to deal with those monsters, but at the same time fears for your safety. Now he insists on going with you on every mission just to make sure you're safe.

-If you happen to have a familiar or pet, Dante will treat the thing like a housebroken pet whenever it's around, always feeding it treats and stuff.

■ Vergil ■

-Is very intrigued by the fact that you too are a devil hunter, since there aren't exactly that many people practicing the profession.

-Wants to mentor you and teach you the ways of the blade so you can be more prepared whenever you fought dangerous demons.

-The day you asked him to come along on a mission with you was the day his heart turned into a butterfly that flew down to his stomach and flapped around for hours on end--that is to say, he was very excited to see you in action.

-When he saw the creatures you'd be up against, however, his demon instincts clicked and he immediately portaled you out of there with the Yamato and started slicing up all the monsters before you could.

-After that he and you had a talk, and while he wanted to be by your side during missions 24/7, he respected your wishes to be independent and decided on a compromise: You could go alone, as long as you called him regularly and asked for backup or retreated whenever you needed it.

-Is largely indifferent to your pet/familiar, if you happen to have one.

○ Nero ○

-You are now his rival! Don't worry, it's in a friendly way.

-Nero competes with you to see who can kill more demons, or who can take down the creature first, or who can kill demons the fastest, etc. Etc.

-When he saw the kind of creatures you normally go up against, he immediately rushed in, declaring that he would kill them all before you could--and so the challenge began.

-It's fun, competing with him in battle, and what's more, this way, creatures rarely get the jump on you, and if they do, they're demolished immediately.

-Competes with your familiar/pet, too, since he sees it as an extension of you.

-All in all, you two (or three) are the most badass monster slaying team to have ever walked the earth.

● V ●

-Was honestly a little concerned when he learned of your occupation. After all, he would hate for anything to happen to his precious.

-When he accompanied you on one of your missions, he was shocked to say the least. These were the creatures you fought on a near daily basis? They were unlike any demon he'd seen before; they were far more grotesque and possibly too ugly for even he to write a poem about.

-Afterwards, he became even more worried about your safety than before and kept trying to have his familiars follow you when you left for missions.

-He insisted on going with you more often, but his weakness often prevented him from doing much, especially in battle, so he reluctantly stayed behind and wrote beautiful compositions about how he felt about you endangering yourself like that so often.

-If you have familiars/and or pets like him, he will be more than happy to play with them, take care of them, or maybe even take them for walks if they're needed.

-His familiars will definitely be interacting with your familiars; hopefully one of them can talk because Griffon is a chatterbox.

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the-possum-writes · 7 months

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Hi! Could you do a Finn x Fem reader lemon? Maybe it could be with and inexperienced reader while finn already has some knowledge about it and shows her how to do it. Thank you! <3

[Finn teaching an Inexperienced Reader]

❥Character: Finn Mertens ❥Tags: NS/FW hc's, handj0bs, established relationship, fem!reader ❥Synopsis: Finn takes things slow with you but you convince him to teach you how he likes to be touched. ❥A/N: I was going through a writing block so there's no full smut but rather some handsy stuff.

❥Whether you've been dating for years or just a few weeks, if you tell Finn you want to take things slowly, he'll respect your wishes.

❥Only kissing and hugging, nothing more.

❥But that doesn't take away how startling it is when a kissing session becomes too intense, and just as you feel the warmth cling to your heart and stomach in a tightening squeeze, Finn pulls away from you and acts as if nothing happened, resuming whatever video game you were playing or changing the subject.

❥You know where babies come from and all that basic biology class, but you have yet to personally experience it and are kind of wary of unplanned pregnancies, that's why you told Finn you wanted to take things slow.

❥And he was okay with that, but it didn't stop the growing doubt since you know he's had past encounters with other girls before. "Is he getting frustrated at me cause I'm making him wait?" you'd start asking yourself.

❥Finn is a passionate and outgoing guy who pours his heart into everything he does, whether it's fighting monsters, reading comic books, or simply indulging in his favorite meals. And, given how much he adores you, you're filled with illogical guilt at the thought of preventing Finn from physically expressing his feelings for you.

❥You've already asked him directly. "Finn, are you mad that we haven't done couple things?"

"But we always do couple things."

"No I mean like, tier 15 stuff and all that."

"Oh... Not really.."

❥He's a straightforward and laid-back guy, so it didn't occur to you until lately when, on a day when you didn't feel confident, you pushed yourself to kiss him by placing your hand on his thigh and running it upward. Finn stopped you by holding your hand so he could ask you, "Are you sure you want to do this now?" You try to kiss his neck while saying, "I know you've been dying to-," but Finn is insistent. If there's anything he's learnt from his previous relationship, it's to avoid diving into pleasures on a whim. "It's not about what I want, I'm asking about you." His tone has changed a little bit, especially in light of your earlier question.

❥As self-doubt circles in your thoughts and seeps beyond your eyes, you choose to keep quiet, but Finn squooze-hugs you to his chest. "We don't need to rush anything; I'm pretty happy with you so far. We can do those things when you don't have any more uncertainties in your lovely head."

❥"But what if I do wanna do those things but I want to take it a small step at a time? Like when you taught me how to swim." you bring up. Finn adjusts his hold on you, the two of you were in the middle of a movie night and are currently on the couch. Jake is already asleep and BMO is probably lurking around the treefort but he promised to not peep at you two during visiting hours.

❥"Alright, there's something I can teach ya but we have to keep our voices down. You don't need to take off anything so don't worry, we'll just be using your hands."

❥Finn leans back on the couch's headrest, allowing you to rest on his thighs as he tells you."How about I give you a lesson in Finn-biology?" he chuckles."I can't say no to my favorite subject." you respond. Considering the stories and experiences you've heard from your close friends, you have only a rough idea of what he's considering, but you're nonetheless anxious, intrigued, and interested about it.

❥Finn starts out by smooching you, easing a bit of your nerves as he gently grabs your hand and lowers it down his chest until it reaches his groin, he motions for you to rub him through his shorts, feeling something grow underneath.

❥It's warm, really warm.

❥Finn raises himself from the couch to lower his shorts with his underwear, and you remain silent while watching his half hard dick peeking out from the confines of his baby blue trousers. You temptingly touch his head with the tip of your fingers, unconsciously wrapping more and more of your around around him until he finches a bit, pulling away at the discouragement. "It's okay, it just needs something slick." he assures you. At the mention of it you're unconsciously rubbing your thighs together upon feeling something getting wet downstairs, but you don't bring it up.

❥The attention has Finn squirming in his spot but he continues with the lesson.

"Give me your hand." he asks. When you do he purposely spits on his dick and guides your hand to smear it all over him, amplifying the prominent musky smell coming from him.

"It's sensitive here." he explains in short breaths, hearing his panting picking up the more you run your fingers over the underside of his shaft right where it connects with his pink gland.

❥Once you've gotten the hang of it, Finn releases your hand and lets you try a few more things. What if I squeeze here? What if I touch this tiny hole with my finger? What if I gently squeeze his balls? Finn struggles to form meaningful sentences any longer and is only able to utter things like, "Just like that," "That feels good," and "Wait not like that, there you go... Oh Glob..."

❥It's a hypnotic and undeniably sexy experience, watching him lose himself in his own pleasure to the point where he forgot the reason for this little lesson until he came all over your palm and soiled his own shirt in the process.

#finn the human x reader #finn mertens x reader #adventure time #reader insert #fern mertens #finn the human #adventure time x reader

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sopiao · 7 months

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hiii, hope ur doing well both mentally and physically. :)))

can i request like a young, gen z, member of the 141 and konig. and just general scenarios and headcannons of what the base would be like???

-🧸

YEAH YEAH YEAH

dw pookies, i’ll always be ok writing for yall!!!

i’ve seen so many of these n there so creative 😭😭

this was def fun to write but i needed my bf for help on some.

(using my callsign again :3 ‘Shark’)

Not even a question that Shark would disrupt both Soap and Ghost to teach them how to do the stanky leg. Soap was literal ass with it, stiff and awkward, but he got the general idea.

Shark and Soap had to practically beg Ghost to do it, on their knees and hands clamped together. Shark even offered the last 7 dollars in their bank account for him to do it. Eventually he caved in. Surprisingly he’s actually really good, pretty smooth with it. But never again that this would happen. When pigs fly.

—

It was a daily occurrence for Shark to pester and poke at every member of the team. Today, it was König’s misfortune to be Shark’s victim today. Sitting in the common room while you bounced beside him. Hands up and guarding like you were boutta fight someone.

“Punch you in the face, elbow you in the face” You said in a stupid voice while fake punching him, stopping just before you actually touch him.

“Neck slice!” You take a little spin and hold the edge of your hand to his clothed neck. All König does is sigh and look up at you, obvious dark eye bags under his eyes.

—

Gaz suggested that everyone have a shared playlist amongst everyone, helps bring everyone closer, and it’ll be fun to listen to each others’ music while on mission or during training.

It was a good idea at first with everyone adding in their own songs. A weird mixed jumble of everyone unique and different music taste. But Shark’s was the most different, stuck out like a sore thumb. You could even tell when Shark would subtly do a little dance whenever it came on during a mission.

“My d-ck is big. My d-ck is very big. My d-ck is big, is big, is very very big” It boomed through the speakers of the training room, everyone froze or stopped their sparring when they heard the song. The only person who continued was Shark, swaying their hips a little to the beat of the song.

(Big Dick by Little Big)

—

Sweeping and empty establishment for any potential leftover enemies. König behind Shark against the wall with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost against the other. It was an old apartment. Something caught Shark’s eye. Putting their hand up for everyone to stop.

Everyone thinking that they caught something, but instead they pull out their phone and take a photo of the four against a blue wall.

“What is it?” Gaz asks, wondering if they really did catch something but rolled his eyes when Shark started laughing at the fresh picture on their phone. Four men standing in front of a blue wall.

“You wouldn’t get it” They chuckled before stuffing their phone back in and signaling for everyone to continue.

“Remind me not to let them be lead again” Price muttered.

—

“Are you sure this is 100% safe to drink?” Gaz asked as he stared down at his cup, trying not to breathe in it’s toxic fumes.

“I’m pretty sure this stuff is radioactive” Ghost muttered under his breath. Holding the glass up to inspect it like it was a new found alien.

“I’m sure the old geezer would kick the bucket after a whiff of this” Soap chuckled to himself, earning a hard back of the head blow from the captain.

“You guys are being dramatic” Shark rolled their eyes. Earlier in the day, they begged Price to take them to buy something they wanted all of them to try. After enough begging and pleading he caved in.

“I don’t think zis is a good idea” König looked up at you, taking a single gummy worm from the rim as a little treat.

It was a mix of monster, half filled with cherry slushee, sour gummy worms rimming the plastic martini glass, 2 War beads dropped at the bottom, simmering at the top, a handful of sour patch kids, baby bottle pop powder mixed in, and a little bit of blue gatorade.

They saw it on social media and wanted to try it out, it wasn’t like it would be a daily drink, just to try it once. (Seriously though, do not consume this on a regular basis, let alone at all).

After enough hyping up, pep talk, and a countdown. They all took a mouthful of their witches potion concoction. Gaz spit it out, Ghost almost gagged, and Soap lost his vison. Price took it surprisingly well. Not even Shark was able to swallow half of it.

It gave them weird jitters and a big boost in energy. In one night they were able to deep clean the entire base, finally organize the arsenal, somehow separate all of the cereals. The marshmallows from the lucky charms, separate all the colors of the Fruit loops, and remove all the raisins in Raisin Bran.

They all woke up the next day feeling like they drank 19 gallons of alcohol the night before. Price slept like a baby, he actually felt a lil more energized when he woke up.

—

Price had been walking around all day, searching for Shark to ask for one of their reports. He knocks and barges into Gaz’s barracks. Finding him laying on his stomach on his bed and a comic book in front of him.

“Gaz, have ya’ seen Shark anywhere?” Price walks in with his hands on his hips. Gaz looks up at his captain then back at Shark that’s been discretely following close behind him for the past 10 minutes he’s been searching.

Looked at his captain, back to Shark, who shook their head and made and x with their fingers.

“Ehh.. No?” He hesitated, finding it amusing but needing to keep in a steady front.

“Al’right, champ. Thanks” He shakes his head before leaving the room with the missing soldier behind him, Price muttering frustrated remarks as he continues to search.

—

Shark took it upon themselves to make a little cup of coffee for Price since they know he likes to drink a cup in the morning. Placing it in front of him and taking a seat next to their captain with a cup in front of them.

“Aww. Thanks, kid! You didn’t have to” He smiles warmly at them before taking a deep sip of his cup. Watching his soldier do the same he notices it isn’t coffee. A more clear, pale-yellowish kind of color with steam coming off of it.

“Didn’t know we had tea. What kind did you make?” He initiates conversation, still looking down at his little sudoku puzzle on the newspaper.

“Tea?”

“What— What are you drinking?” He looked up at them then back at the mystery drink in front of them.

“Oh. I just boiled a can of Red Bull”.

“What—“.

“What”.

—

Walking into the lobby with a watermelon in one hand and metal knife in the other, except the actual blade was broken in the middle of the watermelon. They all stared at Shark, then the watermelon.

“We need a new knife”.

—

Waking up at 2 AM, sleepily stumbling into the bathroom, Price walked into the bathroom for a midnight piss. After he was done he walked by Soap’s barracks, seeing the light was on and the door was cracked open.

Opening the door, he saw Soap and Shark in their pjs, sitting on the bed with their backs turned toward him. They both froze and looked at each other.

“What’re ya’ doin’ so late at night?” He roughly grumbled and leaned against the doorframe, eyes still adjusting to the light. But, they wouldn’t turn to look at him, just answering and nodding their head.

“What are ya’ doing?” He asked more concerned and confused this time. Noticing how they wouldn’t face him and was super dismissive. Now that he was directly behind them, they accepted defeat and looked up. Both with pink bow or bunny headbands and a sheet face mask on each of them.

“What”.

A couple minutes later he’s laying on his stomach with a matching sheet mask and a black cat headband. Talking to his soldiers about his wife. Soap and Shark listening intently.

—

Visiting Shark’s home while they’re on a health leave to check on them, they all sat on the country house porch—Shark’s casted leg up on a stool— and talked about the missions they missed out on and how they were doing.

Gaz and König were playing and messing around with the farm animals, König’s was more petting and loving on the cows and goats while Gaz was feeding the little duckies.

König was running around, the cows playfully chasing him as he did.

“NO, LITTLE GERMAN BOY! DONT RUN INTO THE ELECTRIC FENCE” Shark called out once they saw him getting a little too close.

“Oh, mein gott! Zis fence is full of shocken!”

(Yes, I know he’s not german).

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galacticwarpedlense · 9 months

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Scenario Headcanon

The farmer teaches their bae how to fight and mine and stuff. Could you imagine the possibilities if the bachelors could join the farmer in the caves or skull cavern? Double the items, lots of bonding and more money for Harvey when they inevitably both pass out in the skull cavern. Obviously, I don't mean in the game because that would be a bitch to code but as a story idea or a comic.

I can see Elliott being a very nervous and defensive fighter. Doesn't really like combat or monsters much. But he wants to keep his wifey/hubby safe so into the skull cavern he goes with the obsidian edge that the farmer probably got him. Boy is probably too busy trying to keep the farmer alive to even get any iridium, especially if the farmer is a chaotic type that will drop down a 15-floor shaft at a quarter health. Just-

"Darling you have life elixirs! For the love of all that is holy, please use them!"

On the other hand, that means the bachelors get to experience all the things you do. All the little accomplishments. It would be so cute to see any of their reactions to getting a prismatic shard. They may even be able to help with the bundles. The bachelors interacting with the Junimos would probably be the cutest thing in the world.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv farmer #stardew farmer #stardew elliott #sdv headcanons #stardew headcanon #headcanon

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bokettochild · 7 months

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what are your favourite headcanons for all the boys? (also hi mama lava we havent spoken in a while oopsie hah,,hope ur doing well <3)

I'm doing quite well, m'dear! Mnetally at least LOL

The body hates fall and the changes in the air, but the rain makes me happy and the leaves are going CRONCH so I can still smile! Also, it is now cider and cocoa wheather! (I really need to finish that darn Ravio scarf now LOL)

Okay! Headcannons!

Time: He has no clue what's happening ever. Time is hard for me to relate to or even work with, so I don't tend to mess around as much with headcannons for him, but I love the idea that he is masquerading as an adult all the time and genuinely is confused by almost everything. As someone who was left in charge of see stinkers with no clue on how to handle them, it makes him relatable and easier to write that way :)

Warriors: His dark form is a dragon. Even prior to TotK I liked the idea that certain people could/would become dragons, and considering there are some who ship him and his Zelda and they come before Flora, that would mean it runs in the family LOL. It also really suits him for REASONS and I like playing with it

Sky: His eyes flash silver when he's angry, and lightning will crash even on a sunny day when you piss him off. He killed a god, let this man be an unhinged BAMF eldrich hero!

Hyrule: Navi is his mother. I like the idea of him growing up hearing stories of the Hero of Time. i like the idea of him setting out on his adventure not just because Impa asked him too, but because that pig sounds a lot like the sucker who killed his big brother and their family doesn't go down unavenged! He totally had a few words for Ganon in that last fight, and even if it was the last thing the king of evil thought, he knew he was killed on behalf of a hero, not just by one.

Twilight: He's a white girl. It's really a personal gag for me, but he likes horses and stupid romance stories and ridiculously sweet drinks and he can't hold his whiskey for the life of him. Okay, like, he can, but why would he drink whiskey when he can have something strawberry flavoured? He just... he's a big rancher and scary wolf, but he will willingly wear pink and be a barbie is what I'm saying. And yes he'd enjoy it! (although he'd prefer pants please, he's still a man Barbie, okay? Not a Ken, a man Barbie)

(I have others for Twi, but this one makes me happy to ridiculous levels and gives the seratonin <3)

Wind: He's Warriors' grandfather. I know it;s less about him and more about Warriors, but the idea of him shaping and guiding the next hero, preserving that hero's childhood and protecting it as long as he can, makes me happy. there were totally calls to adventure long before Cia, but Wind said "heck no, he's underage, ain't happening" and either stopped that shit or dealt with it himself. He made sure to teach Warriors everything he wishes he'd known, or heard the others say they wished they'd known when starting: starting a fire, wayfaring, tracking, hunting, fishing, map making, how to make gear and supplies last, where to find valuable things, all that sort of stuff. he didn't know what sort of trouble the hero after him would face, so he made sure to provide help and leave supplies in every way he could think of (some of which, incidentally, lasted all the way to wild's time to help him).

Wild: He's Other. He's not quite right and he's more than just slightly screwed up, but not in the pretty, Fae like way it's often pictured. Wild is Other like a twisted and mangled tree that scrapes across your window in the night, keeping you awake but keeping the monsters cowering under your bed in fear. He's other like a too wide smile, like a sigh of relief when he feels Death's touch lingering on Legend. He's Not Quite Right in a way you have to know him to see, but you can't ever stop seeing after. (It's okay. Flora is too and she feels safer being with someone who's the same)

Legend: Personal hc I never get to share! Legend is the personification of Balance! He straddles light and dark both as a rabbit and in his fifth adventure. He's kind of died twice (OoS manga & a personal theory about Koholint) yet he's still alive. He kills in order to preserve life and lives in order to kill that which threatens it. He represents the balance in Hyrule and preserves it, hence why he tends to fill any needed role (watching the backs of the heroes throughout LU, taking the lead in Sunset, acting as a middleground/middle sibling in Sunrise) in order to prevent things tipping out of balance. legend is the middle ground between extremes, and a walking contradiction.

Four: I will do the colours as well, but I adore them being remembered, even though Four thinks he won't be. he comments in the comic that he's glad to at least have done well enough that no one needs to worry about his enemies, hence why they don't talk about him anymore, but I like the idea that Malon taught Time to read by reading him parts or stories about Four, but he got to impatient to wait to find out the ending, so he forced himself to figure it out as fast as possible to get there even if she wans't there to tell him. I like Legend hearing stories of him and growing up admiring him, of spending his first few adventures trying to be like him because that's what heroes who win are like. I love Four being remembered and adored. He deserves it! (And if he maybe got sealed away long enough to come back and meet some future heroes, well, I love that too!)

Red: Is actually the most dangerous of the colours when he's mad. He will wreck your shit, he will burn you alive. Do not try him.

Blue: He's fond of patterns and artwork, and knitting helps keep him calm. He's the crafter of the colors, and the only one if you disregard smithing. Also, he's the mom friend.

Green: He likes drawing. I don't know why, he just does. Also, outdoorsy boy. He hates shoes, hates floors, and will sit in the grass drawing trees and chatting with minish for hours if nothing stops him.

Vio: Loves cats. Despite Four as a whole having a fear of cats, and the other colors also sharing that fear, Vio's sense of self preservation sort of flew out the window with the trust the others had in him when he joined Shadow. Vio can look at any animal that should reasonably be able to kill them and actually will try and determine if he can just... touch it. he doesn't want to even be friends, he just wants to see if, since a dragon will let him, will this giant wildcat also? He adores Wolfie more than even Red. The others think there is something wrong with him that he likes terrifying creatures so much.

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wild #lu four #lu time #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wind

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legend-of-binkus · 2 years

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5 LoZ Details You Might Have Missed in the LU

You know… I’ve seen a couple posts about Zelda lore recently and it got me thinking… it’s fun to write head canons and explore theories and stuff (I definitely indulge in the theory side of the fandom quite a bit) but I also really want to show my appreciation for canon and how well Jojo incorporates it into the LU.

Jojo really understands the source material. There’s obviously more references than just these five, but these are a few that I think are really cool. Also... I've been wanting to make something like this for awhile… just been lazy.

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1. Time uses a mix of OoT's spin attack and TP's jump strike to protect Twi.

When wolfie goes down, Time is pissed. He demolishes a horde of monsters like it's nothing by combining two iconic zelda moves. The jump strike in particular is cool because it's one of the Hero Shade's Hidden Skills— moves he describes as "forgotten ways that do not leave our bloodline."

Love little details like this. Twi doesn't use magic, so it seems the shade actually adapted his techniques when teaching them to fit Twi's fighting style better and I kinda love that.

2. Sky's mannerisms

From friendly jabs at others hair, to talking with his hands, to how he holds adorable creatures that want to maul his face off, Jojo nailed Sky's character.

Sky's handling of tiny creatures in particular is quite funny to me, because we went from Twilight-Princess-Snow-White-Link-Animal-Whisperer-Extraordinaire to Skyward Sword Link holding the little gremlins as far away from himself as possible.

3. Time's pose mirrors his statue from the Wind Waker

Within Hyrule Castle in the Wind Waker there's a large stone statue that is meant to be a monument to the Hero of Time. Wind grew up hearing the legends of the hero and it's part of the reason he's so in awe of Time.

Seeing him mirror the pose, it's no wonder why immediately after he began questioning Time about his original adventure.

4. Hyrule's magic

Taking a 35 year old game and trying to transfer details over isn't exactly easy, but the way Jojo worked around some of this is pretty cool. For Hyrule's magic Jojo modeled it after the Champion's abilities from BotW (which Nintendo modeled after the spells in zelda 2, so full circle!).

Healing magic in past games was usually pink, but Mipha's magic emanated blue from her hands and so Hyrule's magic followed suit. Urbosa summons lighting with a snap of the fingers, and so does Hyrule. I imagine the jump spell is meant to be Revali's Gale (which Jojo did great job of transferring an 8-bit model over for), and if Hyrule ever performs his shield/reflect spell, I'd bet you anything he'd achieve it by either clenching his fists and holding them out or pounding his fists together like Daruk.

5. Two Master Swords?!

Interesting how Legend hasn't said anything about this... because he has to know, right? (gonna be delving a tiny bit into theory territory here)

Unless you've played his games, you probably wouldn't be able to tell that the sword on his back is the Master Sword. But it's an... upgraded(?) version of it. Well I suppose within LU context it's more like a patch job. ALttP was the debut of the Master Sword but it's iconic design didn't come around and stick until OoT.

The small hints that Jojo has given us that the Master Sword wasn't in "perfect condition" for Legend is super interesting! Looking at the way Legend found the sword compared to Twi, it appears like much of the blade had to be redone. The cross-guard is missing its little spike, and the grip has already been covered by what appears to be cloth or leather. The rain-guard (the part that connects the blade to the hilt) seems to also be missing a piece.

Legends sword is now called the Tempered Sword, but there's still hints as to what it was. The cross-guard had to be replaced but it's kept its blue hilt. The pommel is the same and of course the sword still bears the mark of the Triforce.

It also freaking glows when in the presence of the fully powered Master Sword!

Now why is this? My theory is because the previous hero died. The whole reason Legend and Hyrule exist is because there's a universe where Time fails to beat Ganon and dies.

I want to really delve into this deeper in a future theory so... shameless self promo. Stick around, check out my other LU theories in the meantime!

And of course let me know your thoughts and favorite zelda references! I'd love to hear them! <3

EDIT: Here's that Legend's sword theory!

The Master Sword of the Downfall Timeline

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu sky #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu legend #the details!

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junowritings · 11 months

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hi how about magical girl!mc? maybe from puella magi magica madoka, magical girl site, magical girl raising project or princess tutu dimensions would be fun.

In a world full of magic this would be a funny idea lmao. Not gonna lie most of my experiences with magical girls have been Tokyo Mew Mew and Mermaid Melody so i went with what I knew best!

Had to cut it short a lil bit before it got too long but hope it's alright~!

♡ Now that you really think about it, the world of twisted wonderland isn’t that different from your homeworld. You knew that your life was never going to be the same once you’d accepted that gift which gave you your powers, and showed you a side of your world that no normal person could hope to have seen. You’ve fought monsters beyond your wildest nightmares, learned things that sound as though they’ve come straight out of a fairytale, all in the name of protecting the earth and the people that you love. So what’s being transported to some far off land away from everything you’ve ever known? Sounds like an average Monday compared to your usual magical girl duties.

♡ Coming face to face with a flaming eared, loudmouthed talking cat trying to steal your stuff while you’re coming to in a coffin is weird enough, but not weird enough that you’d start to truly panic. In a way he reminds you of some of the magical companions that other magical girls from your world have - whether they’re contract creatures summoned to help fight or the ones that make their transformation possible. Thankfully you don’t need anything like that, you only need your special item that was given to you the day you took up your magical mantle, the one thing that you always make sure to keep close…

♡…which is currently being held in that monster cat’s damn paws.

♡And just like that you’re going from chilling in a coffin to chasing this fluffball - you think he kept calling himself Grim? - through darkened corridors and twisting hallways till you collar him at an imposing door and dive to grab him-

♡Only to go skidding through said doors and land face down in a room surrounded by unfamiliar faces, garbed in thick, decorated robes. Your first thought is you’ve unwittingly stumbled into a cult scheme - it’s not like it would be the first time - and the supernatural lighting and foreboding magic mirror hovering in the air only supports that theory further. You’re at least able to snag back your magic item in the following scuffle before Grim gets apprehended by an imposingly tall man in a bird mask (who may or may not look a little too similar to a villain you had to fight once), and just like that you’re

♡ So much information is thrown at you at once; mages, the common and innate use of magic in everyday life, not to mention the fact you’ve currently found yourself in a school dedicated to the teaching and refinement of magical abilities. It’s like your first days as a magical girl all over again scrambling to take everything in at once. The mirror doesn’t sense any magic in you, maybe thanks to all of said magic being tied to your magic item, which for now seems to be a blessing - you still don’t know any of these people enough to trust them with the truth. So you play the part, feigning the part of the clueless, helpless normal person from another world until you can find your way home. Which unfortunately enough seems like it’s going to take a while.

♡ Most of your life before this was spent saving the world while keeping your identity under wraps, so you’ve got plenty of experience hiding the fact that you’re a magical girl. It’s almost kind of nice not having to worry about any monsters or villains attacking at any given moment, and even though it’s grating being constantly called a lackey by your new fluffy roommate you could get used to life at this school, where your only worry is having keep up your grades and try not to draw any unwanted attention to yourself or your predicament.

♡ If only you could stay out of trouble for longer than a day.

♡The monster in the mines is when anyone in Twisted wonderland gets to see what you’re truly capable of for the first time. It’s like if an inkpot got turned into a monster, and for a moment it does truly feel like you’re back home, squaring off against whatever beast has clawed its way out of god-knows-where. Your priority is protecting Ace, Deuce and Grim, and while you’d wanted to keep things a secret for a little longer you don’t have a choice if you want to help them.

♡The mine is in such close quarters there’s no way you’d be able to hide the transformation, and the only warning that the boys have is a shout to cover their eyes before a bright flash of colorful light floods the entire tunnel, momentarily blinding everyone who didn’t heed your warning. The monster is stunned by the sudden flash and your teammates are shouting in confusion until the light fades and you’re still there but you’re different. Your hair’s changed, your clothes are bright and colorful and nothing like what you were wearing before; and unlike before you’re practically thrumming with magical energy, cracking at your fingertips and channeling into the weapon that materializes into your open hands as though it has always been there.

♡ You know that they have questions but the fight comes first, especially once it regains its bearings and lets out that deep, guttural scream that has the tunnel trembling and debris falling. The monster doesn’t stand a chance against the four of you working together - you have no idea what effect your powers have on the creatures in this world but whatever you do it’s enough to knock it down long enough for Grim, Ace and Deuce to land the deciding blows, and as you watch the beast crumble and dissolve into nothing but shadows you magic deactivates, returning you back to your original form now that the danger’s passed.

♡The silence stretches on for a moment, your party all fighting to catch their breath now that everyone’s safe, but the second things finally calm down-

♡ “Seriously?! What was THAT?!”

♡ You don’t hear the end of it.

♡ You’re bombarded on all sides with so many questions you have no idea what to answer first. Ace is a little pissed that you didn’t mention having powers before the whole being attacked thing; Deuce wants to know what the hell you just did to get so strong all of a sudden; and Grim demanding to see it again so many times that in the end you get fed up and have to force them all out of the tunnel before you even begin to answer anything. It’s weird explaining everything to people that have no idea of the concept of magical girls here - from what you’ve gathered there’s some kind of mage equivalent that has become popular in certain types of media, but as for a real life magical girl that can transform a-la superhero style? Not as common as you once thought.

♡ Grim’s determined to give your magic item a try now that he knows that it’s got a purpose, eager to know if the power could make him any stronger. You’re reluctant remembering the first time he swiped it, though after some pestering you eventually cave and drop it into his paws. He’s quickly disappointed after a few minutes of trying when nothing happens - looks like it only works in your hands, which makes it all the more special, and thus he easily loses interest in the whole thing.

♡ You have to have a serious talk about them all keeping their mouths shut about what they’ve seen (really stressing it to Grim who is aghast that you’d even think he’d brag about his magic minion - which he totally would). You’d rather not have to deal with anyone besides these guys knowing about it, besides,It’s not like you’re going to be fighting any other monsters like that while you’re here now that you have the stone to fix the chandelier. I mean, what are the chances of that happening again?

♡ Several times. It happens several times, and you wish you could say you were surprised.

♡ Knowing about overblots before seeing it happen to Heartsabyul’s housewarden would have been really helpful to know, and would have saved you so much trouble in the long run considering what followed not even a few days after the first fight. There’s no shortage of experiences where you’d have to fight people taken over by some monster or entity in order to break them free from its control back in your homeworld, but this is different. You have no idea what to do here, you don’t even know if using your magical weapon like before is going to help or harm Riddle further than he already is,so you end up having to do what you think is best: aiming for the huge, inky thing that’s forming behind him.

♡ Trey has no idea what to make of you when you suddenly transform mid fight - he was so sure that Riddle had told him that you didn’t have any powers after the entrance ceremony, and yet here he’s watching you throwing magic he’s never seen before at the overblot behind his childhood friend like it’s second nature. Whatever you’re doing buys the vice dorm head and the other students a window to wear down the blot, and whatever questions get pushed to the backburner for later as everyone swarms Riddle the moment he’s finally freed from the overblot.

♡Once the danger’s passed you’re already preparing yourself for some kind of in depth conversation about your position here given that the headmaster was there to see the whole thing, but thankfully the others get to you first. The questions get repetitive, but you’re surprised to hear a sudden compliment on how cute your uniform looks as an arm loops over your shoulder and promptly tugs you out of the overwhelming crowd. Cater pulls you in for so many selfies showing off your magical girl uniform that your feet are killing you being stuck in the outfit for so long. Sure it’s fit for battle but that doesn’t mean it’s always comfortable, but Cater’s just charming enough to get away with keeping you in it longer than you should have - or maybe he was just trying to get the crowd off of your back as by the time he’s finished most of the people have gone from hounding you to talking amongst themselves about what’s happened.

♡ A magical girl stands out like a sore thumb at Savanaclaw. Most of what happened at Heartslabyul is only spread through filtered gossip and official announcements from Crowley (who probably wouldn’t have told anyone if several people hadn’t seen it happen already), but enoughs got out to know that you’ve got magic. There’s the usual questions - why don’t you need a magic pen? How can you do it? What exactly can you do? It’s not as though you’re going to answer any of them, you don’t even really know everything yourself.

♡Leona couldn’t be fussed honestly; why should he care when he can focus on more important stuff like taking naps in the greenhouse and avoiding his responsibilities. He’s uncaring right up until after the next overblot occurs. Sure you’re all ruffles and bows and accessories with a weapon that looks more like a toy than something that could do actual damage, but that magic of yours still manages to pack a hell of a punch. Don’t be fooled though, he first words out of his mouth once he finally comes to surrounded by everyone and you in that new form is about how ridiculous you look, followed quickly by a heeled boot to the side for the snark.

♡ Ruggie’s on the other hand is in stitches over how dramatic the whole thing is. The over the top transformation? The lights and the loud declaration that triggers your change? And don’t even get him started on the bright colors; were those sparkles?! Ruggie’s the second one getting a heel to the leg for the teasing, but that does little to deter him - he’s never going to let it go so get used to it. Jack’s about the only one who’s relatively concerned for your safety during the whole fight, but only because your powers mean that you have to get close to the overblot, way closer than you should. You know how to fight but the only thing between you and Leona is an outfit that looks more like a costume than anything that could offer proper protection; you’re going to have to show him that you actually have some sense of self preservation to convince him that he doesn’t need to worry about you slipping up.

♡ There’s no way you can hide the fact that you’re a magical girl by the time you interact with Octavinelle’s housewarden - that man is a living, breathing information hub of people’s secrets, and the fact that you’ve had to do show it off three times at this point is three times too many - there’s no way you can hide it now. He’s disappointed when you don’t offer up your powers for collateral during your contract signing back when your dormmate and friends get wrapped into his biggest scheme, but he understands - you’d be useless otherwise, and the twins would have a far more boring time trying to get in your way if you didn’t bring at least something new to the table. That and Azul is so sure that you keeping your powers won’t help you that he’s willing to compromise and take your dorm instead.

♡There’s no telling if it’s a good or a bad thing that the Leech twins take interest in you, and not just because of the contract ordeal. They already know who you are and what you can do thanks to Azul, and while magic itself is nothing to bat an eye at it’s enough to draw their attention. Jade is definitely the one to be wary of - he’s got no issue letting his brother have fun pestering you all about your little powers but you know that he’s keeping tabs on everything that you say. (Also telling you now if your magical girl design is plant or animal themed you’re going to be in for a rough ride because they’ll want to know what makes you tick). Floyd finds it cute and amusing - this little shrimpy can change how they look? How funny! Can and will pester you to show him at any given moment way before the overblot actually ever happens. You nearly end up caving when you deal with them at the coral sea, since your magical girl form would make outmaneuvering the twins in their own territory somewhat feasible, but he’s all pouts when you don’t fall for his poorly veiled attempts to show off what you can do.

♡ By the time that the holidays have rolled around the interest has thankfully died down. Once the novelty of your abilities has faded into the background you can go about your school life with some sense of normalcy - maybe you could get used to magical life here; no villains of the week, no magical prophecy only you can fufill; you don’t even need to hide your identity anymore, a far cry from the gymnastics you had to pull everyday just to make sure your family and friends didn’t know what you did for a living. You don’t think that there would be anyone wanting to talk your ear off about the whole being a magical girl spiel…until you end up at Scarabia.

♡ There’s no way at all that you’re going to get away without telling Kalim alllll about your time as a magical girl. He thinks that it’s so cool! And would gladly spend the whole day listening to you talk about all of the people you protected back in your homeworld and the enemies you either defeated or saved. In fact that’s exactly what ends up happening, talking together while the dorm comes together for a welcome feast as he drinks in each and every tale that you decide to tell him and humoring his questions when asked even if you’ve heard them a hundred times before.

♡It gives you a lot to think about; everyone’s been more focused on what you can do here rather than what you did back home. It’s a sobering reminder that you’re not there anymore; it’s not like you were the only magical girl there, so you’re more than sure that everyone is in safe hands, but what would you tell your friends? Your family? They don’t know what you do - would they even know you were missing.

♡It goes over his head that you’re feeling homesick until Jamil seamlessly cuts in, gearing the conversation away to something else in the way only someone who’s been dealing with Kalim for years can accomplish, and you’re more than a little grateful for the chance to change topics to anything else. Jamil’s good at reading cues and adapting accordingly, which in all other circumstances would be a welcome gift; however in the context of the chapter 4 blot it couldn’t be more dangerous. He knows enough about what you can do and if you’re dangerous enough to be deemed a threat whilst understanding enough of your situation to get into your good books.Lets just hope that your magical girl experiences have trained you to catch onto his plans before things get too far out of control…

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neonbutchery · 5 months

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headcanons about wyllzel 🤭

OHOHOHO this one is GOOD... thank you for indulging me (headcanon game from here) . assume that most of these are after lae has had her character arc.

first and foremost: battle couple. they fight alongside each other and they fight well. when they've spent a few years together, they're an amazing duo.

related to that, they spar a lot and exchange their knowledge about fighting. wyll teaches lae'zel about dueling with rapiers and other fancy stuff and lae'zel teaches him githyanki techniques. when/if wyll loses his powers after getting away from his pact with mizora, which becomes kinda hard on him (since he's gotten so used to having them) lae'zel helps him every step of the way, at first through tough love, but she doesn't hesitate to praise him or be soft later.

also, sparring as foreplay. this one is obvious. come on.

both of them are Very Fancy Bitches when it comes to their hair. doing each other's hair is a love language. wyll braids lae'zel's hair and puts all the fancy accessories in place and lae'zel learns how to take care of his hair when he's growing it (i imagine wyll to be a long locs/twists/braids kinda guy).

also related to that, them exchanging hair accessories as a symbol of love and wearing them in their respective hairstyles. kinda like wedding rings (even though to me lae'zel is allergic to the concept of thinking of herself as married.)

lae'zel starts calling him gith words and at first wyll ofc doesn't know what he's saying, so he decides to learn githyanki BUT keeps it a secret to surprise her. the first time he replies to her back in githyanki she blushes SO HARD and is speechless for a good couple of seconds.

tbf i can't really see them settling down in baldur's gate, not while the whole vlaakith vs orpheus civil war is raging on, so either wyll comes with her and rest of the githyanki or they separate for a while :( she doesn't strike me as the kind of person to abandon her people for her partner.

but. i like to think lae'zel comes back. she always will.

lae'zel learns from him that it's good to relax and chill, actually. sometimes, it's fine to sleep until late in the morning and not wake up to do squats.

wyll, after years of isolation and being alone, has someone at his side who will not leave. lae'zel becomes his rock and sometimes, a shoulder to cry on when the need arises. she wipes his tears from his cheeks and tells him that he's the strongest man she's ever known no matter what has happened to him.

sex-wise: they are both switches. lae'zel is more outwardly dominant but once she has trust in him she lets wyll dom her sometimes, though she asks for him to be rough and wyll doesn't have it in him at first (he needs to be reassured and asks to negotiate it). i can see both being pretty versatile and just going with the flow depending on how the other feels.

they once attempt to do roleplay (wyll as a monster hunter and lae'zel as the monster) but it's so cringey that they have to stop out of embarassment

#bg3 #asks #wyllzel

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Collared part 30

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Dean tries to teach you to use an angel blade.

Warnings: none particularly

Word count: 1.4k

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“Are you still looking for Azaneth?” you asked the next morning at breakfast, sitting on your cushion on the floor.

“Yes,” Dean answered honestly. “Something on your mind?”

“Umm, I want to learn how to defend myself.”

“Sweetheart, I ain't intending for you to see him unless he's safely restrained. We don't need to put you through that again.”

You nodded. “I, umm, I’d still like to know.”

He studied your face for a second. He wondered if your hesitation was because you were worried about his reaction, worried about Azaneth, or something else. Then he thought that maybe it was just because you were asking for something for yourself, which always seemed hard for you. “Ok, I’ll teach you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

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Dean took you to the gym. “Alright, this is an angel blade. Kills angels and demons. Maybe some other stuff too, but that’s not the point. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He handed it to you, handle first. “Alright, swish it around a little, get a feel for the weight.” You did so, and immediately dropped it. It clattered to the floor. You squealed and jumped back, trying to avoid cutting off your own toes. “Christ,” he muttered.

“Sorry, the handle was slippery!”

“It’s called a hilt, not a handle. Maybe we should start with something a little less sharp or you’re going to end up with no feet. I’ll be back, gonna see if we have practice daggers or something.”

He eventually came back with two plastic kids toy swords. “These are from a time we had to dress up and sneak into a Halloween party. We’ll have to find something a bit weightier another time, but for now we can practise some moves.”

He taught you a few basic blocking moves, but you could tell you weren’t very good. You felt dispirited, depressed that you couldn’t even hold a blade much less wield one.

“Hey, hey,” Dean interrupted your thoughts. “None of that. I can see you getting all up in your head. You’re not doing badly, you’re just not used to it. You do not go to one swimming lesson and the next minute bring home a Michael Phelps medal haul from the Olympics. Same thing for ganking monsters.”

You smiled weakly, appreciating his attempts at humour but struggling to get out of your emotions.

“Come on, Bambi, I’ll let you pick what’s for dinner.”

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You had to expect it. You’d been the one to bring up Azaneth that day, after all. So when the nightmares came again that night, you only had yourself to blame.

You shivered in your blanket on the floor. You couldn’t shake the image of him towering over you, ready to strike. Even better, now your subconscious had helpfully added the imagery of you dropping the angel blade the instant you held it. Thanks for the vote of confidence, self.

You tried to lie down again, but every time you closed your eyes you saw him. You were so very alone.

Tears sprung to your eyes.

You thought about your options. You didn’t want to go drinking again. That hadn’t really helped last time anyway. Dean had told you to wake him up if you had a nightmare, but you couldn’t stomach the thought of doing it. It was too embarrassing, too personal, too… much.

You gathered your blanket and pillow and headed to the corridor. You needed to be able to hear them, to feel less alone.

You found your spot in front of Dean’s door. You could hear his light snoring, his movement. It was reassuring, there was someone else around. Someone who knew exactly how to fight demons.

You curled up and fell asleep.

---

Sam turned down the corridor to his room and stopped in his tracks. You were curled up, with a blanket and pillow, against Dean’s door. His heart broke for you.

He crept back around the corner and pulled out his phone, quickly pulling up Dean on the speed dial.

“Wasswrong?” Dean slurred after the second ring. Sam heard the faint click of a gun and knew Dean was getting ready to come charging out.

“Shh,” Sam said. “It’s nothing dangerous.”

“Ok. Why’d you wake me up then?”

“Y/N is asleep outside your door.”

“What?”

“She’s curled up, on the floor. Against your door. I think she’s done it before, I’ve seen her going into her room with a blanket first thing in the morning before.”

“Oh man, poor kid. Alright, thanks.”

---

Dean put his gun back under his pillow, his phone on the bedside table, and then crossed quietly to the door. He gently eased it open, not sure if you’d be leaning against it, but it didn’t feel any heavier.

You looked so peaceful in your sleep, but it was heartbreaking that you were doing so on the floor in the corridor. Something must’ve upset you to bring you out here. He wished you felt comfortable enough to just wake him up when you were upset, instead of trying to find your own coping mechanisms. Still, he’d take finding you sleeping in weird places over finding you drunk at 8:30am.

He crouched down and gently touched your shoulder. “Heya, Bambi,” he said quietly.

Your eyes flew open. He dropped his hand, worried at the panicked look on your face.

“Sorry for waking you up, but it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. You’re ok.”

You seemed to take a deep breath and then nodded, the wild look in your eyes gone now that you had worked out he was no threat.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” You bit your lip and looked at the ground. He guessed you were embarrassed. “It’s ok, I just want to make sure you’re ok.” You still didn’t respond. “Was it another nightmare?”

You nodded, once.

“Does it make you feel better to sleep out here rather than in your room?”

You nodded again.

“Do you want to come sleep in my room? Or in Sammy’s?” You brought your knees to your chest and buried your head in them. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m sorry if I scared you, but I thought it might be better than sleeping in the corridor.”

You paused, and then gave a tiny nod.

“Ok, you nod for which one you want. Sammy’s room? My room?” You nodded slightly when he said his room. “Ok sweetheart, let’s get you set up. We can make this more comfy than a blanket on the floor.”

He quickly went to your room and gathered some of the bedding he’d put in there for you, bringing it back to his room. “Now, just because I moved this stuff doesn’t mean you have to stay in here. If at any point you want me to move it back, or take it to Sam’s, or take it anywhere else in the bunker, you just tell me. You can wake me up if you need. I won’t mind at all.”

You trailed after him into his room, clutching your pillow to your chest. The blanket dangled down onto the floor from where it was clutched in one hand. He wanted to gather you in his arms and hug you, but he wasn’t sure you wanted that, and he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were.

“Do you want to be closer to the door or further away?” You nodded to further away, so he took your bedding the other side of his bed. He set it all up for you, trying to make it as comfortable as possible.

“Is that ok?”

You nodded again, before saying very quietly, “Thank you.”

“Any time, sweetheart. Now, if my snoring annoys you, or if anything at all happens, you wake me up, ok?”

You seemed hesitant to move, so he turned around and started to climb back into bed, hoping that you’d be more confident without him watching your every move. It worked. Once you seemed settled in your bedding, he asked, “Do you want me to leave the lamp on or turn it off?”

“Off, please,” you mumbled.

“Ok, good night, Bambi.”

---

You lay in the dark, listening to Dean’s breathing. You felt so much better to be in here, with him between you and the door and his reassuring sounds that you weren’t alone.

You drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

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unknown-scuba-diver · 11 months

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The artist and the king pt.4

Ganondorf x reader

Warning ⚠️: none

A cold sweat dripped down their face. Was it a dream? Or an incoming disaster waiting to happen? They could hear the quiet snoring of ganondorf in the quiet room. They quietly got up and walked around the empty and quiet temple. Trying to rap around what just happened. They reached one of the balconies and sat there while the cold air of the desert night blows on their face. They really could use a drink right now and wondered if ganondorf had some type of alcohol in the temple, but they didn't want to be rude and take stuff without asking.

"I don't get it, the old hero of hyrule killed the demon king. So why was he in my dream? Was it a omen or something else?"

They asked themselves while looking at the village. All the lights were off, and just the endless sky could be seen. They stayed for a while longer until they calmed down, and they stood up and turned around. And in the darkness, two glowing eyes stared at them for a split second before whatever it was fleed away.

They stood there for who knows how long. Until they built the courage to walk in the darkness. They walked quietly back into ganondorfs room, trying to use the light of the moon to guide themselves. But with each foot step they can hear a pair of other foot steps approaching. They stop walking and tried looking around to see in the darkness.

"Is anyone there?"

There was no answer... and they felt a hand on their shoulder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

They screamed.

"Woah calm down it's just me!"

Ganondorf was the one standing there. He was holding a candle in one hand. They calmed down, realizing who it was. "I thought you were -" they stopped themselves from mentioning demise, something deep down told them not to speak about it in front of them. "...a monster"

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I just wanted some fresh air, that's all"

He knew they were bullshitting but he didn't want to push them if they really didn't want to talk about it. "Alright, let's go back to bed". They nodded, and they both went back to bed, but they just stared at the darkness until sunrise.

When morning came, they felt tired and exhausted. Ganondorf wakes up and slowly stretches and lets out a yawn

"morning"

He wrapped he's arm around them, pulling them closer to him. "Morning ganondorf" they smiled and played with his hair. "Come on, let's get up. You're the king after all" they chuckled. He let a sigh and got up "Alright let's start the day!". They smiled and got ready with the king. "So what's for breakfast? " they asked,

"Bread with some eggs" Ganondorf replied,

"Sounds good!" They were ready to face the day even though they were pretty sleep depraved. Ganondorf walks into the kitchen and grabs a pan "could you get me some eggs?", they nodded and grabbed four eggs. He used fire magic to light the stove, no matter how many times they saw it happen it still felt magical just like the first time they saw him use magic. "I wish I could use magic.." they sighed.

"Can't your people also use magic? " he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Nah, only the royal family and their magicians are the most prominent magic welders" they said while cutting some bread for the both of them.

"I could teach you" Ganondorf said with a hint of excitement. "What! You can do that?" They asked. Ganondorf nodded his head and put two eggs on each plate and sat down next to them "you know I should also teach you how to fight also especially during these times". They knew what he was taking about and nodded.

"Yeah, I understand, but I don't think I am going to be very good " they took a bite out of their egg toast. Ganondorf smirks,

"Don't be so hard on yourself! I see the fire in your eyes when you're making art. I bet you can do the same with fighting"

Ganondorf playfully slap their back, (y/n) almost choked on their food when they got hit it the back, "oops! Sorry my bad! ".

After eating lunch, ganondorf had a meeting with the generals of the Gerudo Valley about what was going on in their lands. They felt like it wasn't right for them to hear their business, so they went to the market to buy new materials for art supplies.

They knew that while that while it was morning, the sun shouldn't be as harsh, she walked around looking at what they were selling.

"Excuse me, do you have any leather? My bag got ripped up, and I am looking to patch it up"

"Sure, how much?"

They showed her torn up bag.

"Oh honey, you are going to need a new one "

"But this was a gift...." they sighed

"Wait! We can make you a new one but it isn't going to look the same is that okay?"

They nodded. "Thank you!", they give them the rupees for the commission.

"Alright, it will be done around two weeks"

"Sounds good "

They waved goodbye, and they continued to buy some more stuff so they could make a new sketchbook and watercolor paints. They walked back to the temple and started to sew the paper to make the sketchbook. But they could hear the conversation going on between ganondorf and the generals.

They could hear them. Taking about battle strategy and involving monsters in this war. This reminded them of an old legend that their grandparents told them about the demon king. His generals were shocked and angry. They didn't know who to feel about it, but they shocked their head, they loved him and they didn't care if he wanted a monster to fight besides them, they just wanted him to be happy.

The meeting was finished and ganondorf walked up to them. " Hey, how did the shopping trip go? Did you get the stuff to fix your bag?" He asked.

"They said it was unfixable but they are going to make me a new one! " They were done making their paints. "Am done doing my stuff, we can train now" they smiled. Ganondorf smirks "I hope you're ready because am not going easy on you " . They smiled "I hope so!"

Ganondorf grabbed their hand and ran to the castle's training area. They felt dizzy from being dragged so quickly "wow you're really fast". Ganondorf noticed and laughed, he motion them at the weapons. "What weapon would you like to practice with?" He showed off one off. "Which one do you think would be best for me? "

Ganondorf thought while looking at the weapons. Ganondorfs face lights up with excitement once again, as he pulls out a few different weapons, showing them as he speaks

"... Well, a shortsword or a dagger might suit you, something quick and small, perfect for close quarters combat!"

He shows you a few daggers, and a few shortswords, they are all very beautiful and intricate, the craftsmanship is superb and flawless, and the weapons are all very well made, very carefully honed to perfection.. he seems very proud of his arsenal to say the least.

"... What do you think? Which one do you like best?"

They go and picked up a short sword, "it's beautiful"

Ganondorfs eyes light up with a sense of pride, as if you just complimented his work

The short sword they picked up is incredibly well forged and it's a beauty to behold, and as they pick it the blade reflects the light as if it's the finest metal ever crafted.. it's a masterpiece of craftsmanship

"... That is a very good pick.. very good. Alright, let's get training, shall we?"

He pulls out another short sword and he holds it in the air

"Take your stance, and we will begin!"

"Alright! " They tried to mimic their stance. "Alright.. that looks good enough for a start! Now, let's practice some basic attacks!"

Ganondorfs golden eyes light up with some strange flame that reminded them of demise. But they shrug it off.

"... Let's see you use this sword.. do a basic strike!"

They tried to strike him the best they can.

Ganondorfs eyes light up as he watches them swing their sword, a small spark flying from both their blades clashing.

"Good! Excellent...!"

He claps his hands together

"... Your form needs some work, but you're a very quick learner so I feel confident you will learn it in no time.. I'll train you to be the best fighter in the land! You have what it takes.."

"Anything to protect you and these lands ganondorf...Anything.."

#ganondorf #ganondorf x reader #legend of zelda #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda ganondorf #loz ganondorf

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fan-mans · 2 months

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So. u said you've got plenty of hcs for our man aran.

and like. mind listing some of those? to accompany narcis ones & stuff? ty!! 👀👀

- erporo

(first hc post here)

Ah ha ha ha ha @erporo

YOU FOOL

you've unleashed a complete monster!!!

*explodes and drops 4 pages of these where my body once was*

Okay so I'm gonna start with the long, convoluted backstory I gave him plus random life things tee hee

(For the purposes of this story, Aran's gonna use he/him throughout)

He was a bit of a surprise because he was born a bit earlier than expected. His parents were working out of town, on the island of Inis Mór (The largest of the Aran islands) and he ended up being born in some lady's garden on the 7th of April at 4 pm weighing exactly 8 pounds. (Take note of this, it will be important)

After taking him to a hospital, he was cleared for any problems, but as they left, his parents noticed that his birth certificate was messed up and went to get a new one from a hospital in their own county (This detail will be very important later)

Aran grows up on a sheep and goat farm in Donegal with his family. Irish ends up being his first language and he's stubborn on learning English. He learns to dance (Particularly Sean-nós) and play traditional instruments and grows a knack for painting, sculpting and drawing too.

His childhood is pretty normal for a poor farm kid living in a small village of only a few hundred people. He learns a lot about caring for animals and gets a lot of skill around farrier work (Taking care of horse hooves and making/fitting horseshoes). He also grows quite superstitious due to how much his grandmother teaches him and insists that the odd prevalence of 4 and 7 in his life are no mere coincidence.

He gets bullied in school and definitely ostracized by others but he pushes through as normal until he's 14. Only a month into his first year of high school, his grandfather dies out on the field and much of the flock and savings are stolen. His mother also gets seriously sick after having his youngest siblings and can't work for months due to poor care from a nurse.

So, as excited as he was to be in high school, Aran drops out and takes care of his siblings in his mother's place, willing to lose his education for the sake of theirs. During this time, he also gets extra money running errands and babysitting for locals.

During one babysitting gig, a woman who certainly doesn't live in town drops off quite a load of cash and her baby before leaving. She does not return until a year later to drop off another baby. Of course the Ryans are infuriated and end up adopting the boys as their 10th and 11th children respectively.

Aran becomes an extra parent to his siblings as his mother recovers, spending whatever free time he has either helping out or doing odd jobs to keep everyone alive. When his mom is okay again, and their lost flock found, it's been two years and a now 16 year old Aran can't return to school to any reasonable degree. He still has his odd jobs, but he now finds himself with a lot more free time. He ends up honing his art skills and starting a fight club with a gaggle of other kids to relieve stress.

This fight club stumbles into a bit of luck, when a crew of athletes end up stopping into the local pub and causing a scene. Aran and his friends end up using their skills, in part taken from collar and elbow wrestling, and get a handle on the adults and kick them out. Aran is particularly ferocious and his energy catches the attention of the men's manager.

Said manager returns a little while later and hunts all of the kids in the fight down and personally invites them to step into boxing. Aran proves himself as a capable fighter to the manager, taking on a low ranking adult and easily beating him. From there Aran is brought into the boxing world and brings in a healthy amount of money to his family

Of course, all this traveling leads him to coming across a load of interesting people, particularly trans people, and leads him to realize he's a trans man. His family is confused and unsupportive and an extremely angry and stifled Aran, already stressed from his abusive girlfriend, decides to run away at 19.

He ends up hitchhiking his way to Dublin, but there's one problem- he doesn't have a birth certificate

Unfortunately, all those years ago, his parents never got a new one, despite many years of trying and that left poor Aran in legal limbo. 'Luckily' for him, he gets a break when, in return for boxing for a shady group, he's offered a litany of fake documents and get on his way to a career and transitioning.

For 3 years, this is Aran's life, boxing with a fake id and a fake life, transitioning, and paying half his salary to this group. He's comfortable, but he's sad. He misses his family and is growing to hate his employers. So he phones home.

His eldest sister picks up and almost screams when she realizes who it is. They talk about what's happened since he left an make plans to break it to their parents and grandma gently with the rest of their sibling's help.

When Aran calls the second time, he gets to have a long conversation with his mom, dad, and grandma- a lot of apologies pass around, everyone cries at least three times, and they're all happy that he's still okay. His parents and grandma finally accept him and offer to bring him home. But there's still the problem of the shady gang that got him his faked documents.

After a bit of planning, Aran heads home, with the leader of the gang in tow, promising a grand gift for all the help he's given Aran.

This is a trap.

Aran leads him into the local pub, where the gang leader is threatened by about a hundred odd people with various weapons. The leader surrenders, accepts some money to keep quiet and not bother Aran anymore and leaves.

Aran, now back home, continues his career, doing fights across nearby towns and occasionally dipping into Galway or Dublin for big fights, giving his money to his family.

From here the WVBA takes quick notice of him. They offer him a job in New York and, seeing the paycheck and line of work, Aran can't bring himself to refuse. So he goes, his documents still fake, and gets the job without a hitch. Of course, he also starts cheating, knowing the ranks of the wvba are filled with cheaters galore, going as far as to steal form the nypd's horses for his weapons.

All this goes fine until one day he slips up in front of his manager, stating his real age instead of the one listed on all of his documents. He backtracks and then resorts to pleading, terrified he's gonna be kicked out of the country but Mr dream is a good guy and not only allows him to stay, but petitions for him to get corrected stuff specifically so he can stay.

^ (this excludes some details but is the main deal)

His entire life revolves around the numbers 7 and 4 (Among other luck symbols). From the moment he was born they were big factors in his life. No one in his family is quite sure why he specifically has such 'luck' but they all have their theories-

His siblings think half of it is a strange, if cool, coincidence while the other is of his own subconscious doing (Such as owning/making/doing things in sets of 4 or 7 exactly)

Mam and da think it's a little supernatural, maybe a little gift of luck from god

His gran is special: she's sure it's the work of faeries and told him as much growing up. Grandad didn't have as strong belief as her but also encouraged said thinking. He liked letting his first grandchild feel special and learn to love the magic in the mundane. Gran firmly believes it's a gift and a blessing that he should appreciate- it's not often that faeries bless humans after all

But not everyone in his family thinks of it so well… While his da's family is more cool headed about all of it, his ma's (Or rather his ma's sister and mother) are very uncool about it

They're kinda fanatic and the type of people who look at shit like Wizard 101 and claim its the work of Satan.

Although his maternal grandma wasn't allowed to see him because of such behavior, his aunt was. The first thing she did when she heard her mother-in-law's theory that he was blessed by faeries, she put little Aran in a box with a bit of iron and left him in a nearby field to die. (Great lady, I know.)

Luckily Aran was found quickly (Exactly 12 minutes later) and his aunt was banned from the house. Aran's aunt and maternal grandma still act as if he's the devil to this day.

His mental health (And generally the mental health of his family) is... so bad. They're the types who are very used to it so they never question things like obvious signs of adhd or autism because it's so normal to them.

Aran himself is really hard to diagnose not only cause he's very wary abt doctors, but because his symptoms are very volatile and all over the place.

Pinning them down under one diagnosis is really hard cause like he's got obsessions/compulsions like he has ocd (Mostly around superstition, luck and 'bad luck')

A phobia of the number 13 and similar symbols of bad luck

Has nightmares and definitely panic attacks around causing himself bad luck and traumatic events in his life He's had bouts of paranoia

And when he's paranoid he also tends to develop delusions and occasionally hallucinate as well (Mostly these come on top of things triggering him or if he hasn't taken good care of himself)

All this on top of adhd and autism

He does get help eventually tho.

As an adult, he has nightmares when left to sleep alone, which is actually from a traumatizing incident where a guy just tried to kidnap him when he was little

Now for other random things:

Very bitter and untrustworthy towards all people because he's been very ostracized by the world, but rich people get the worst of his anger (esp if they're British). This is a HUGE character flaw of his that, with a lot of time and effort he learns to let go of and stop being a shithead.

He can get very defensive and aggressive towards people as a safety mechanism for himself

He gets quite heated in debates, esp politics and history, and has punched people more than once

While aran has a serious sailor's mouth, he actually scolds kids when they swear- big brother instinct

His twin siblings have a similar bit of 'luck' with the number 2- though not to the extent he has

Because of his falsified documents, the age listed on his profile and his weight are both wrong (The wvba in general is shit at keeping proper track of this shit). In reality, he's 200 lbs and 28.

He does not trust doctors at all- he isn't an antivaxxer or anything, but he'd never willingly enter a hospital

Aran likes the smell of irish spring a lot so he wears it

He also likes lucky charms- first ironically but then the marshmallows got to him

He uses 'poggers' as a covert/cutesy nickname for kisses (cause pog in irish means kiss)

Aran would live in a very cluttered, run down apartment, full of knicknacks and posters and covered in his dirty laundry and dog toys

Aran either smells like potatoes beer and fresh cut grass, a sweaty sewer, or peat metal and a nice hint of vanilla- really depends on the day

Believes in zodiac stuff because of his superstition

Aran can fall asleep to pretty much any song sung by a woman with a deep voice (Ex: fast car by tracy chapman) because it reminds him of his mom's singing :)

He has a bit of a nicotine habit, but curbs the effects of cigs when he really needs one by sharing it with someone else

Aran sees the entire world circuit and eventually everyone in branch a as some sort of family

Aran sometimes forgets to eat/doesn't have the energy to cook every so often- so he just makes a big bowl of instant mashed potatoes and eats it in one sitting

Aran named his flail Macha, after an irish goddess of war and death and horses. He loves it to death and treats it as a good luck charm!

He likes horses and goats a lot- they're some of his favorite animals

He's also a not-so-secret fan of cheeseburgers, it's his favorite food lmao

has read homestuck and stans gamzee

Aran has a flip phone for a long time cause in his house the wall phone was the most recent piece of tech they had- so handheld stuff scared him

he still types like an old man

During the off season, he becomes p unrecognizable- letting hair (esp beard) grow out and packing on pounds. He honestly looks indistinguishable from his dad

One of his favorite bands is the dropkick murphys

He doesn't mid bras but he hates underwire and thinks it's evil

He's either a funny drunk or a broody drunk, depending on who he's with

Aran LOVES his beer- he's a bit of a snob about it actually

He's also big on coffee

If you don't think this man wouldn't jump at the chance to roll down a hill and play in a meadow, you're wrong

if he gets the chance to, he'll always make a flower crown

All his siblings have 'm' names except the youngest two, he did as well before he changed it, but he still responds to various nicknames related to his old name

Because of his phobia of the number 13- he used to be scared of sandman

Although he's superstitious around them, he doesn't hate black animals or even think of hurting them like some other people. Instead he'll 'fix' his luck by seeking out a white animal of the same type (Black cat cross his path? Seek out a white cat to pet to fix the luck)

He has a few paces of iron jewelry he takes with him everywhere... just to be safe

he's been arrested more times than he can count- mostly for small things like vandalizing, petty theft, fighting a cop, etc.

One of his favorite stims is tapping his head- it helps him focus

Aran sometimes forgets things he just said, or straight up doesn't register words coming out of his mouth- that 'pretty like my sister' comment was just random word jumble and didn't mean anything

#aran ryan #punch out #punch out wii #headcanons #I love doing these #sorry for the late response- school and sickness took me out lmao #that's right #4 pages wooo!!!#I'm batshit about this guy!!!!#my hcs

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asirensrambles · 1 year

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Logan and the Builder as Andy’s adoptive parents:

So this ended up being more how the builder and Logan became Andy’s adoptive parents than what they’re like as parents lol. I’ll try and find an ask game for parents and do that for Logan and the builder, or just send in asks of headcanons you want!

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR KNIVES OUT, THOSE ARE UNDER THE CUT

Andy is actually what cemented the builder’s belief that Logan wasn’t entirely guilty or completely bad to the bone. After snooping investigating his house with Elsie and Mi-an, they’d already started to doubt the narrative the town was giving them. Meeting Andy was just confirmation. You don’t get a kid that sweet and well taken care of by people as evil as Sandrock said Logan and Haru were

When Andy first revealed himself after his gambit as Bronco the Kid, the builder’s immediate thought was, “I can’t believe I’m a parent now.” Not even knowing how he ended up with Logan and Haru, the builder just knew this kid needed someone in his corner. (It wasn’t too long ago they were new to Sandrock and a stranger to everyone in town. They couldn’t imagine going through that as a kid)

When Logan takes the Super Shock Shield and tells Andy he’s out of the gang, the builder knows that Logan is trying to protect him. Whatever outlaw business he’s up to is too dangerous for a kid, and Sandrock is a more stable nurturing environment than life on the run. Once again, supporting their view that Logan is not as rotten as the town would assume

Seeing how much it upsets Andy though, the builder doubles down on parenting. Taking him sandfishing, bringing him gifts, hanging out in general. Even though we can’t do it in the game, the builder totally brings Andy along on their horse to get ores and collect resources around the less dangerous areas of Sandrock. Basically showering this kid with love and affection so he doesn’t feel alone or unwanted at all

When Logan and Haru return to Sandrock, the builder has mixed feelings. It’s great seeing Andy so happy to be back with his original adoptive family, but they’re also gonna miss the kid

Except Andy has BondedTM with the builder during his time in Sandrock and insists on visiting them often. Logan gets dragged along, as does Haru, but not as often. It’s clear Andy has imprinted more on Logan out of the two of them

This is because although Haru was always nice and supportive of Andy, they didn’t BondTM the way he and Logan did. Logan knows what it is to be an orphan in the world, saw that in Andy, and strove to make things better for the kid so he wouldn’t feel the crushing loneliness Logan did after his Pa died

Because of this, the builder and Logan end up spending a lot of time together. Even without this, they were falling for each other, but their mutual parenting of Andy definitely helped.

The first time Andy gets sick Logan is out of his mind with worry. He’s completely torn between wanting to make sure Andy is okay so he doesn’t get as sick as Howlett and remembering what happened when Howlett got “treatment” for his illness

Eventually, he just panics and takes Andy to the builder like !!! ?!?!? ??!!!! and the builder talks him down. They take Andy to Fang’s, get him some medicine, and everything works out fine

Naturally, while Andy is recovering he stays at the builder’s to be closer to Fang, so of course Logan stays there too

This event is what will eventually tip the builder and Logan into a romantic relationship

Up until Andy’s teenage years, the builder is the helicopter smothering parent for sure, and Logan is the fun dad who teaches his kid monster fighting stuff they’re probably too young to know

But it backfires cause as Andy gets older, he wants to go out and use all the monster fighting stuff Logan has taught him and the poor man is backpedaling

As Andy gets older, the builder wants him to be self sufficient, like their parents let them be. -You don’t up and move to a town in the middle of nowhere if you’re not at least somewhat accustomed to living on your own- this translates into giving him more freedom and responsibilities

Logan is remembering what hell shenanigans he, Owen, and Justice pulled in their teenage years and beginning to Mildly Panic. However, the builder reminds him that they’ve raised Andy to have a bit more responsibility than Logan did in his childhood

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Sea Monster AU: Poor Unfortunate Soul (2/2)

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So! It's been a while! Partially because this chapter ended up longer than anticipated. Partially because I got distracted with other AUs because the ADHD mind takes me where it wants to take me. I think it's just going to be safer to not have a set schedule for when these come out because that's apparently just not how my brain wants to work. But I could never forget about this AU! Bit by bit, it will get done, as you can see here!

But here we are! Welcome back to Noah making drastic life choices because Alejandro is a toxic manipulative bastard. Drastic enough to warrant more content warnings.

Content warnings: Murder, cannibalism, toxic relationship, body horror

Once more, the asterisks return for the most gruesome bits. I've got a safer summary of what happens in the asterisks at the bottom.

If you ever think I need more content warnings, please do let me know and I'll add them immediately.

Without further ado, time to dive into Noah's further exploration into magic!

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With gills, Noah can now begin with proper magic. There's the spell that would make Alejandro smaller that he still needs to find in his book. There's also the problem of needing a back up plan. If he fails to shrink Alejandro, then Alejandro will kill him. He won't be able to talk his way out of it. He'll need the ability to fight back.

The book can sense his desire to defend himself. It flips to a page that promises a ritual that will grant his body the ability to do just that. It will even make magic easier to perform. Perfect. His only problem is the lack of details on the outcome. Try as he might, the book always flips back to how to cast the spell, and away from what happens after. Considering what happened the last time he tried to force something out of the book, he decides settling for this spell will be easier. The book throws him a bone with mention that this won't be as permanent as the gills, so that's something.

Noah's reading through the list of things he needs for the ritual. Rune knife, check. A bunch of salt, weird, but whatever. Flesh. At least a whole body's worth. The closer the attachment, the better the results. And to finish it off?

Consume the heart.

Noah's frantically looking at the alternative for flesh. He'd essentially need to alchemically recreate a human being. How many more ships would he have to sacrifice to make that happen? Countless, probably. People are already noticing the disappearances. There's no way he'd get all of this before he and Alejandro get caught. If Alejandro gets caught, people are going to go after him. Innocent people, sailing to their deaths because they have no idea about how Noah's been fighting to keep them off the menu.

So flesh it is. Time to kill a person. It's not like this is anything new. He already killed Chris. Even if that one was in complete self defense. And this one would very much be calculated. It'd be easier if he could just sneak away a corpse from one of Alejandro's feeding frenzies. But Alejandro's his ride there and back. There's no hiding a corpse from him.

So he's going to have to kill this one all on his own. In cold-blood. With his twig arms. At least he semi-knows how to defend himself.

Before he got Chef killed, Chef had insisted on teaching him self defense. Said his scrawny ass would have to worry about people just as much as monsters. Forced him to carry stuff with him. Noah did start noticing a difference, however small. Chef was gruff about it, but he did acknowledge it. All in all, Chef was pretty decent. He wasn't completely unreasonable. Not like Chris. Maybe-

No. Noah can't afford to go down that line of thinking. Chef loved Chris. He'd do anything for that man. Maybe Chef did know the true plan, and was still helping Chris. Even if he didn't, he never would have rested if he was allowed to live. Noah couldn't risk revenge killing. Chef had his uses, and now it'll make this job a bit easier.

He needs to kill someone on land. It has to be someone who deserves it. The closer, the better. Thanks to recent events, there's one person who comes to mind. The loan shark who has been hassling his family for years. He's back in town now, and Noah doubts anyone will miss him. He could use his hacking abilities to try to narrow down his exact location. Still, can't walk into a lion's den. He'll be really lucky to take the loan shark down. More than that? Absolutely not. Noah needs to isolate the loan shark, and have him come to Noah. That's going to require tact Noah doesn't have.

But he knows the perfect teacher.

Alejandro is incredibly pleased when Noah tells him that he wants to learn more about hunting. It seems that any concern about what he had been doing with Chef and Chris get quashed when Noah leans into murder. He has to lie about how it felt to kill Chris. Not as much as he thought he would. Chris had it coming. Noah just has to pretend the anger comes less from how he would have sacrificed the town and more from how he would have brainwashed Alejandro.

It's not like he's really lying about it per se. He would have felt bad to completely steal someone's autonomy away. Even if it had been Alejandro. Still, that doesn't dispel the worm of guilt as he swears he recognizes appreciation and fondness in Alejandro's eyes.

There's a part of him that wants to reciprocate. There is. It's the part of him that remembers that Alejandro is the first person he ever got close to and vulnerable with. That recognizes that their relationship has to be more than that of convenience. Why else would Alejandro insist on learning everything about Noah and hanging out even when not hunting? He gushes over romance novels and is jealous of Noah's dog, for fuck's sake. Neither of those things would obviously make him more endearing to Noah if that was Alejandro's goal. It's why they are so endearing.

Yet here Alejandro is. Gushing over his newfound appreciation for the craft of killing. How the yacht incident is forgiven. Forgiven? Like Noah was the one in the wrong for saying no to Alejandro one time? For having a nice night out with people that weren't Alejandro? My god, it wasn't even about the no, was it? It was that Noah could have a positive interaction with anyone except Alejandro. Enough to prioritize himself over pleasing Alejandro. The eel is possessive, and he got jealous, and innocent people had to die for that.

Noah is an object to Alejandro. A pet, if he's feeling generous. He's made that very clear. Alejandro will accept nothing less. So Noah can't give him that choice. He'll shrink Alejandro, and make him the pet instead.

It's the only way he anyone feel be safe.

So he plays up the monstrous version of himself that Alejandro wants. It's easier than it should be. Good. That makes it more believable. He uses the fact that his relationship with the loan shark is personal to excuse wanting to do the kill and take care of the body himself. He never outright says it, but he implies Alejandro as an inspiration for his change in tune.

He takes solace in the fact that all of this is still a lie. It has to be.

He gets in touch with the loan shark through nicking his mother's phone. Not one of his prouder moments, but that ship has sailed, sunk, and rotted away long ago. With the added guile he's learned from Alejandro, he's able to trick the loan shark into coming to a place near Chris's beach house. He's going to pay off the rest of the debt in person to make sure they don't have to do this ever again.

Noah is going to bring a suitcase full of cash that he's saved up from selling off his stolen goods. He needs a reason for the man to get close enough so Noah can stab him with his ritual knife.

Noah would love it if he could just put a bullet in the man's brain without having to get close to him. There are multiple problems with this. One, Noah would need a gun. Two, knowing how finnicky magic is, Noah would have to make a gun. Three, Noah would have to learn how to use the gun. Four, Noah might be searched for weapons. It's a lot of time and effort that Noah's not willing to spend.

The nice thing about magic ritual knives is that, once attuned, they can be summoned at will. So no worry about being caught with a weapon. So, time for the actual stabbing. It's not too hard to find the motivation. He remembers the time he called his oldest sister 'mom'. He was only about four or five at the time. He only knew his mother existed in theory. She just used home as a place to sleep in between jobs. The eldest siblings had been forced to pick up the slack of parenting by necessity. He didn't understand why his sister had sobbed and run to their mother. He could hear the words they shared. But he wouldn't process a child mourning the loss of their childhood until years later.

He knew their father was the one truly to blame for leaving them all to this situation. Noah would twist the knife into his father's back if he could. He'll settle for doing the same to the leech that took advantage of their situation and was still attempting to suck them dry.

***

He's more present for this murder than he was for Chris's. It feels like he's watching someone else in his body, but he's aware enough that he is controlling his own body and remembers this. He wants to remember this one.

Once the loan shark gets close enough, it's a knee to the groin. Noah's fighting to win. A summoned knife to slash him across the neck. Noah misses. The shark didn't fall as fast as he thought he would. The shark uses two hands to grabs him by the wrist and attempts to pull the knife away. Not good, Noah can already feel himself losing that battle.

With a flick of his wrist, the knife glows. It switches from his right hand to his left. He goes for a stab into the side. With luck, he can puncture a lung. He's not used to using his off hand. He doesn't hit a lung, but he does get him in the side. He pulls the knife out quick. Blood pours out from the wound Noah just made. The shark is bleeding now. Not enough for Noah's liking. Noah notices his knife glow, and sees that the blood is being sucked into the runes. That's concerning. But Noah doesn't have time to process that.

Not when the shark takes advantage of his self-made distraction to tackle Noah. Noah goes down quick. He drops the knife in the tackle. The shark is strangling him while he still has the strength to do so. Made even worse by the fact that the shark's fingers are digging into Noah's gills, too. He's gagging, and choking, and he needs to end this now.

He tries to wrestle the shark's hands away from his throat. It does nothing. His strength was never going to be a match for the shark's. He can feel the shark's nails dig into his gills. Now he's choking both on air and his own blood. Spots are dancing in his vision. They're broken by a soft glow. The knife. The knife!

Noah stops trying to stop the choking. Instead, he summons his knife to his hand once more. This wasn't how Noah wanted the bastard to get close, but it'll do. He's right on top of him. The shark is so focused on Noah's throat that he left Noah's arms free. He uses both his hands to make the knife pierces the shark right through his neck. The shark slumps over Noah. Shock? Death? Noah's not sure. He isn't taking chances.

He wriggles out from underneath and stabs him in the throat again. He swore he saw a twitch. Again. The breath of life attempting to work its way through the hole in his throat. Again. Glassy eyes reflect a face Noah can't recognize as his own. Again. Noah's throat feels raw. Was it the choking or is it his screaming? Again. Laughing, or crying? Again. It doesn't matter. Again. It must be done. Again.

His arms tire. The deed is done.

Clean up feels like it takes forever. Still, for all this work he's put into this, he can't afford to be sloppy now. He drags the corpse back. It was a risk hunting his prey so close to his beach house. But the farther he has to take it, the more he'd risk being spotted. So close it is.

Some tension leaves his shoulders once he's inside. But it's not over yet. He drags the corpse all the way to his cove. He dumps the sack of flesh into the water. He dives in after it.

The cool water soothes his aching gills. Right, he'd forgotten about that. He takes a moment to run his hands gently across his gills. At least his scarf will hide the bruises. He cleans the blood off. He hopes that'll be enough because that's the extent to his knowledge on how magic gills work.

Now for the ritual proper. The water is salted, the circle set, incantations spoken. Now, for the body. It's in the center of the circle, but that's not enough. He has to commit one more vile act to see this through.

No time for holding back. He's doing this so no one else has to. At least the earlier cut makes it easier to cut through and reach the heart. He cuts it out and holds it in his trembling hand. There's no going back after this. Then again, there never was.

He closes his eyes and bites into the heart. It feels softer than he expected. Leftover blood bursts onto his tongue. The iron taste makes him gag. He rips away the bite. He chews. He goes for another. His teeth are sore. This one feels easier. His teeth are sharper. The iron loses its sour tang and becomes sweeter. He'd be lying if he said he was never curious about why Alejandro always insisted on eating Noah's kind. He thinks he gets it now.

Oh god. He thinks he gets it now.

He consumes it as quickly as he can manage, before the rest of his thoughts catch up with him. Everything glows, and his body is racked with pain. He passes out in shock.

***

When he comes to, the circle is empty. His body feels heavier. He kicks his feet to try to get back to the surface to gather himself...but he can't. He looks down to see eight tentacles, amber with rings of blue and black, where his legs should be.

On instinct he tries to swim away, but he's not used to wielding eight lower limbs rather than two. Most of them smack at each other in an attempt to replicate legs to swim. Noah's fucked up. He's fucked up so bad. 'Won't be permanent' was a lie that he fell for and now he's given up the humanity he was struggling so hard to keep and why can't he just have his own fucking legs back-

And suddenly he's looking at his legs again. He blinks as he processes the new yet familiar sight. Okay? Okay. This is, maybe that was some kind of stress and magic induced hallucination? They had looked so real though-

And the tentacles are back. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky. At least the 'won't be permanent' thing wasn't a complete lie. He just has to learn how to control the changes. And control the tentacles. Just like the gills. And just settle into his new life as a half-octopus. Cecaelia? Merfolk.

Like Alejandro.

Oh. A body to defend himself.

Well.

He can work with this.

[Noah fights against the loan shark. He wins, and drags what remains back to the beach house he 'inherited' from Chris. He performs the ritual successfully and passes out due to shock.]

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