#hey kings its raining right now

[hypnoneghoul]

Another Way Of Breaking You Down

WC: 1,6K

Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Butt plugs, anal sex, gill play

Swiss just gets himself gills and Mountain really likes it and they're kind grossly in love and there's a lot of cum

Notes: KING OF GILL FUCKING STRIKES AGAIN HEHEHEHEH WHO CHEERED (not the best but its something hehehe)

Read under the cut or on AO3.

This wasn’t exactly what he planned. How he planned it.

He didn’t plan it at all.

It started with a very boring conversation with Dewdrop, which somehow turned into them talking about gills. Swiss whined about not being able to experience what Dew so vividly described - orgasm triggered by gill stimulation.

Dewdrop also said Mountain was the expert in this field. That he wasn’t only exceptionally good at this, he also loved doing it, could get off on it himself.

When the same evening Swiss’ eyes lingered on Rain’s neck for too long he asked what it was that plagued the multi ghoul’s mind. Swiss could never say no to Rain, so he told him.

And Rain got an idea.

“You know, water ghoul’s have two unglamoured forms, right? We can switch between the features, technically, but there's a normal and… aquatic version. You’re part water. You should be able to shift into the aquatic form.”

It took a week for Swiss, under Rain’s watchful eye, to manage to sprout out gills.

Fully functioning gills.

Swiss made some… preparations before their last session. When they were done Rain offered to help him test them out first, but the multi ghoul was keen on having one specific person shove their fingers into the newly formed slits on his neck and ribs. Not only only, but he needed Mountain to do it first, and he needed it now.

That’s why he thanked Rain with a quick kiss and a promise of a blowjob and stormed out to go look for the earth ghoul. And the water ghoul didn’t take any offence, of course, he’d get his turn soon enough.

Swiss encountered a slight issue, on his way, though.

He threw on a hoodie, partially because he didn’t want to run around shirtless, but mostly so he could surprise Mountain. As the fabric brushed against the sensitive frills adorning the gills on his ribs and on his neck when he bunched up the hood, his knees nearly buckled and he had to hold in a moan, clenching around the plug he’d put in earlier.

There was no way he’d last longer than a minute when Mountain would touch him.

And there was no way he was getting rid of the gills.

The multi ghoul tried to regain at least a fraction of composure to go on a further search for his mate but he was only partially successful. He did find Mountain but by the time he did he was already rock hard and dripping.

“Hey, sweetheart, everything alright?” Mountain asked as Swiss barged into his room, locking the door behind himself. He checked it earlier but the earth ghoul had to move when he was running around the abbey with a boner and a plug up his ass.

“Mountain, my beautiful, kind mate,” he muttered, choking on a groan when he tightened the hood around his neck, “I have a… surprise, for you. Or us…”

“You look and smell like you’re in heat,” he chuckled in response, casting a glance down to Swiss’ tented pants. “What is it?”

The multi ghoul whined, letting go of his hood but not allowing it to fall completely just yet. He grabbed Mountain by his shoulders and pressed their lips together as he pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Swiss straddled Mountain’s lap, grinding his clothed cock against the other’s rapidly plumping up one. The earth ghoul’s hands started wandering over Swiss’ own arms and his back, nearing dangerously close to the gift hidden under the hoodie’s black fabric.

They slipped lower, thankfully. Mountain grabbed the multi ghoul’s ass and absentmindedly kneaded it with his big hands in a circular motion when his fingers brushed against-

“Swiss is that a-” he got cut off with a whimper from where Swiss had just hid himself in his mate’s neck, suddenly embarrassed. Mountain sneaked his hand under the elastic of his pants, being met up with a not-at-all-shocking lack of underwear, and trailed his rough yet gentle fingers down to under Swiss’ tail, in between his cheeks and got undeniable confirmation that the ghoul was indeed wearing a plug. He was also deliciously wet, but the scent coming off of him in waves was too spicy for it to be just lube.

Maybe gills weren’t the only water ghoul feature Swiss brought up.

“Is… is that my surprise?” Mountain breathed out, running his fingers through the sticky mess flooding Swiss’ sweats, grabbing the base of the plug and twisting it slightly. Just to hear the multi ghoul whine again.

“Half of it,” he mumbled, leaving wet kisses on his mate’s neck, his collarbone.

“Then show me the rest, my darling.”

Swiss rocked his hips into Mountain’s one more time before pulling away. He gripped the bottom of the hoodie and slowly pulled it up and completely off, throwing it into a corner.

When he looked at the earth ghoul again, his eyes were wide and glassy, mouth agape, nearly drooling, “W- what do you think?”

Mountain swallowed, blinking slowly as he, with great effort, turned his gaze up onto Swiss. His hands came to hover over the fins on his ribs with a silent question. Swiss nodded and long fingers made contact with the pretty frills, “How did you…?”

“Rain helped, we-” a growl cut him off. Swiss got the hint, no space for another ghoul’s name. “Relax, my beast, he didn’t touch me. I’m yours, it's all for you.”

“I need you on my cock, now,” Mountain spoke in a way that left no room for argument. Not that Swiss would have anything to say. He scrambled off of his mate, they both frantically ripped off their clothes and soon enough Swiss was crawling over to where Mountain situated himself against the headboard of his bed.

The multi ghoul knelt, knees bracketing Mountain’s own, and leaned down to push his face into the other’s chest. He reached behind Swiss, the other hand caressing his back, and eased the toy out of his non-stop dripping hole. Mountain’s own cock stood at full attention, tip flushed and shiny, needing to be buried in his mate ten minutes ago.

Swiss kissed Mountain, all but shoving his tongue into the other’s welcoming mouth, as he slowly sunk down on his length. Even despite the plug the stretch was wonderful, the unholy amounts of slick he was drooling creating the filthiest sound. They panted into each other’s mouths as Swiss bottomed out, both of them ridiculously close for how they’ve just started.

“Mountain, my love, p- please,” the multi ghoul whined and clenched down on him, making Mountain’s hips thrust up on their own accord. A wet squelch accompanying the movement.

“Fuck, you- you’re so wet,” he moaned, moving his hands to rest over his mate’s hip.

“No, no, touch ‘em, touch my gills,” Swiss cried out, emphasising his plea with another squeeze of Mountain’s cock inside him.

And who was Mountain to say no?

“Fuck that’s so hot, I love you so much,” his hands trailed upwards, thumbs softly brushing over the soft fins and gently lifting them up to tease the sensitive flesh of the slits, eliciting a high pitched moan from the multi ghoul. His mouth found Swiss’ neck, warm ragged breath ghosting over the gills there.

“M- Mountain, I love you too, fuck.”

“Shhh, my darling, I’ve barely touched you,” he whispered with another buck of his hips, another lewd noise. It made Swiss’ cock throb where it was trapped between them, flushed angry red and so wet.

Swiss let out a pitiful whine, between the feeling of Mountain’s cock filling him and his fingers teasing his gills he had approximately thirty seconds left before he’d burst, “I’m too close, shit, I’ll- I’m-”

“It’s okay, me too, my heart,” Mountain moaned into his neck as he got closer, now his lips were brushing over Swiss’ fins, making the ghoul nearly levitate with sensations. “Right there with you, yeah?”

The earth ghoul waited for anything of a somewhat coherent response, any indication that Swiss was ready to come. All he got was a loud whine and roll of his hips that made Mountain’s cock jump where it was buried in his ass.

He shifted his hands on Swiss’ ribs, replacing his thumbs with index and middle fingers on both sides. Not quite pushing them in, just gently laying over the slits, “Ready, love?”

“Y- yeah, Mountain, please,” he begged and the earth ghoul smiled against his neck, thrusting up again, his balls and thighs completely drenched in his mate’s slick by now. 

Mountain slipped those fingers into the gills on Swiss’ ribs in the same second his tongue wormed its way into those on his neck. He sucked the sensitive fins into his mouth and Swiss was done, eyes rolling back into his head as he screamed.

The way his body clamped down on Mountain as he came and the taste of Swiss’ gills on his tongue forced his own orgasm to rip through him, hot cum filling his mate up as they both shook, holding onto each other tightly.

It took infinitely more time for Swiss to get back on Earth and looking down at the amount of cum his now limp cock drooled out in between their bodies nearly made him come again, right there. He may have already warmed up to water ghoul nature.

“Back with me, my dear?” Mountain asked, wiping away sweat from where it beaded over Swiss’ brows. It took his golden eyes a moment to focus on the earth ghoul’s emerald own but they lit up once he registered the soft, adoring look on his face.

“Mhmmm…” he purred, leaning down to rub his stubble on Mountain’s cheek, a gesture more meaningful than a simple kiss.

“I love you too, but we are extremely messy,” he chuckled, grabbing Swiss’ hips and helping him off of his softened cock. That only added to said mess, when Mountain’s cum started to leak out of the multi ghoul.

“Whoops,” he sighed, not sounding remorseful in the slightest. “Bath?”

“Bath.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps #fanfiction #gill smut

[fragilecapric0rnn]

[series now cross-posted to ao3! stay tuned for more! ] Have been watching a lot FRIENDS lately bc its one of my and my gf's comfort shows and, of course, i cannot stop thinking about Stranger Things-ifying the hell out of it. the vision came to me SO CLEARLY [PART 2]

Sitting around the coffee shop that is basically a second home to the gang.

Nancy sits on the chair across from Argyle, one leg tucked under her, legal pad balancing on the arm, a pen being held between her pointer and middle finger, tapping incessantly on the pad. The other hand tucked into a fist and holding up her chin.

Argyle sits with his legs draped over the arm of the oversized chair, flipping through the latest Steven King book, one arm perched behind his head.

Jonathan has the NYT crossword in his lap, Robin peering over his shoulder, making him nervous.

A normal Saturday afternoon routine for the group of twentysomethings. The rain from outside softly hits the windows nearby, complimenting the soft chatter and gentle clanking of dishes.

But Robin can only seem to focus on Nancy's damn tapping.

"Nance?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna need you to stop tapping. I'm trying to beat Jonathan's puzzle."

"Just take it," he hands the paper over to her, annoyed.

"No! It's more fun when it feels like I'm beating you."

Jonathan looks over at Nancy, who is staring blankly at the wooden support beam a few feet away.

"What's going on Nance?"

"Nothing." Her pitch high, grabbing the rest of the groups attention, so much so that they all inch closer to her chair.

"Sounds like a whole lotta nothing," Argyle pulls a nearby chair up next to hers flipping it around and resting his forearms on the back of it.

Robin sits on the ground next to her and Jonathan takes a seat on the coffee table right in front of her.

"Fine!" She takes a look over her shoulder, toward the front door. "I have a date."

"Why are we whispering?" Argyle asks, also whispering.

"Because you know who could walk in any second."

"Why are we whispering and speaking in codes?" Jonathan asks, still whispering.

And as an act of divine timing, the front door to the coffee shop opens, and they all turn their heads to see a slightly damp Eddie shake his hair out and shed his leather jacket in one fell swoop. His face fixed in the same frown that's plagued his face for the last two weeks.

"Hey," the group says in unison, not moving a muscle from where they're still crowded around Nancy.

"What did I say about that tone," Eddie whines, flopping himself down on the couch that previously held Jon and Robin.

"How're you doing?" Robin asks, shifting her body, still sitting on the floor, toward him.

"All of her stuff is gone which means that all of my stuff is gone."

No one says a thing. Not even when the sound of a ceramic coffee cup shatters somewhere in the distance.

"Eddie?"

"What?"

"I don't mean to sound insensitive dude, but shouldn't you be a little less depressed considering... " Argyle trails off.

"Considering what?"

"Considering you're the one that left her?" Robin finishes the thought that everyone is having.

"I didn't leave her." He scoffs.

"No, but when you tell your long-term girlfriend about recently discovering that you're gay, one might see that as you being the one to end that relationship."

"We've been over this." He balls up his jacket and shoves his face into the wet leather. The group share a look, Nancy gesturing to Eddie's state as if to say this is why I'm not talking about the date.

He chucks the balled up jacket at Jonathan, who kicks his feet out in surprise as he catches it with his chest. Eddie's hands are now on either side of his face.

"The love was there! I could've loved her if..."

"If she was someone else?"

He deflates, lets his arms slump down and his shoulders do the same.

"Eddie, my friend, my pal, listen up." Argyle moves seats for the third time, now squeezing himself into the space between Eddie and the arm rest on the couch, draping his arm over his shoulders.

"You have just entered a whole new world, my man. So, you're gay? We're in New York City, so is everyone! Welcome home! All that love you were ready to give to Michelle? You get to hold onto that and give it to someone else. Someone who makes your heart sing."

"But I knew her just as long as I knew you guys." He whines, again, gesturing to Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. "It was easy. It was safe. How am I ever gonna find romance with someone? Where we have an established - I don't know - thing! A connection! A history! How?"

Eddie stares at them like he expects them to answer, forcing the rest of the group to share glances, let the air settle with Eddie's words.

The front door flies open just as a roaring thunder booms overhead, making for a dramatic entrance.

Robin's the first one to swivel her head toward the ruckus, the only one who has a perfect view of the person who burst into the shop.

A man dressed in a tux, drenched, like, just hopped out of a swimming pool drenched. Fighting with his bow tie with one hand and running his other hand through the unforgettable head of hair that sends Robin right back to Hawkins, Indiana. Back to the summer before her senior year.

Huh?

Unable to move a muscle in her body, she watches him clumsily go up to the counter and ask for her and Nancy, by name. The sound of her name sends her up to her feet and pushes her toward the man. An air of chaos surrounds him, drawing an offense amount of curiosity out of Robin as she finds her words.

"Steve Harrington?"

He turns around, his face lights up, and he does the weirdest thing.

He hugs her.

She remains stiff as he pulls back from the hug, hands still on either side of her arms.

They were buddies that summer scooping ice cream at the mall. Nothing crazy, or maybe even that memorable, but they started the summer as acquaintances at best and left as friends.

But then he left for college and she stayed and they never spoke again. A few run-ins here and there. But nothing substantial.

"I knew I'd find you here, I remembered that the last time I was in the city I ran into you guys and you're here!" He sounds drunk, but also like he drank a vat of espresso.

Clearly, it was substantial enough for him to come looking for her. Dressed in a tux soaking wet?

"And you're here, overdressed." She says, taking him in, unable to unscrew the confused look from her face.

Is that a boutonnières?

Oh no. Oh fuck.

"Steve?" Jonathan and Nancy say in unison as Robin brings him over to the couch.

Robin thinks Eddie might have summoned the ghost of hopeless high school crushes past, the way Eddie looks like he's just seen a ghost.

#FRIENDS au #sorry for the typos! #did like no editing. seriously just typed and posted. #i tweaked the characters a bit so it wouldn't be an obvious 1-1 AU but Steve is obvs Rachel and Eddie is obvs Ross #idk if this will become anything more but!!! maybe??? #this was just supposed to be a writing sprint #i swear i meant to only write vibes #it somehow turned into this???? #sen writes #stranger things fic #my fic #steddie ficlet #ronance as chandler and monica slow burn endgame also bounces around my brain as i finish these tags #argyle is clearly phoebe To Me

[binniebakery]

Thornless Rose (2/3)

♡ Prince!Yeonjun x Princess!Fem!Reader, strangers (one sided enemies??) to lovers, fluff (slightly suggestive at some points teehee)

♡ Summary: marrying oranada's "evil" prince was not on your bingo card for the year but hey we thug it out (im not good at summaries) ♡ Warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of minor character deaths, mentions of attempted assassination (i swear the fic is just a lil bit of angst, pure fluff), yeonjun is also the cutest thing alive, yeonjun is a tease

♡ A/N: i know im late for today as its already valentines for me but i literally spent all day being busy!! i promise i will upload the final part later <3 once again ty for reading and enjoy! lmk if theres anything i should change/work on! ♡ Read: 1/3 here! 3/3 here! ♡

You couldn’t quite wrap your head around the situation, the entire trip to Oranada felt like an eternity. Your chest felt heavy with anxiety as you rested your head on your lady-in-waiting’s shoulder. Yuri currently was preoccupied with knitting herself a shawl, humming a soft tune that was so warm and inviting in contrast to the harsh cold winter outside. Your body was immensely tense and soon enough you were lulled to sleep. You were in a slightly foggy garden. Hundreds of white roses surrounded you and the soft scent of moist greenery filled your senses. It was the most beautiful garden you had ever seen. It’s bushes shaped to perfection, hedges surrounding you in an ethereal maze. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, sounds of thunder could be heard in the distance.

You looked up from your reflection in the water to see the world around you develop a greyish hue. Despite the oncoming storm and the smell of rain, you felt no fear. If anything you felt a strange peace, you didn’t want to leave this place, even with the incoming weather.A taller figure walks before you. You couldn’t make out the figure’s face, with features blurred out in the fog. You couldn’t even see the color of their hair. Your eyes squinted in an attempt to see clearer but the fog grew thicker and the storm grew closer. You stared at the figure with confidence. You weren’t afraid.

A soft melody begins to play in the distance, a romantic, soft tune. The figure in front of you stops about a foot in front of you and offers their hand, reluctantly, you reach out. “M’lady, are you awake?”

The sound of a sweet voice had awoken you from your slumber. “Miss y/n, we’re here.” Yuri’s soft voice softly echoed in your ears as you slowly opened your eyes. “Pardon me, I seemed to have slept longer than anticipated.” You smile sheepishly, your senses awakening as you stretch out your arms. “Don’t apologize, you hadn’t slept a wink the night prior so I didn't want to wake you so soon unless it was necessary” she spoke softly as her fingers ran through your slightly messy hair. You closed your eyes and for once let out a genuine smile at the gesture. Yuri always knew how to keep you relaxed. “They’re waiting for you, the king and queen are currently in an audience but for now we shall have you taken to where you will be staying and have you get properly arranged for breakfast with the prince”. Right, your fiance, the man that you would be soon spending the rest of your life with. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “Yes, of course, let us get going then shall we?” You mustered the brightest smile you could but even a stranger could tell that it was with full irritation. As your father’s assistant spoke with the royal guards in plans and details for the week, one had approached you and Yuri and offered to carry your luggage as he showed you to your guest rooms. The prominent tenseness you radiated could be felt by everyone near despite the warm smile you wore. “This way, your majesty” the guard bowed and the three of you took off. The castle was beautiful. It was large and held a very monotone color scheme. Soft greys and blues decorated the exterior as pine trees outlined the entire area. It matched perfectly with the winter atmosphere. Your heart once again felt the intense anxiety that you shoved away, just as sharp as the cold wind that stung your soft skin.

Yuri’s room was right next to yours for convenience, which was a wonderful surprise to you. You thanked the guard and as he spoke with Yuri in the hallway outside your room, you began to unpack. Your room was magnificent, with intricate paintings on each wall, and the wallpaper a beautiful cream color with black detailing. Two large windows showcased the beautiful winter cold outside with the grey laced curtains drawn. You couldn’t get your mind off of that dream you had. Normally, you had odd dreams all the time but this one felt so different. You could barely remember what you had dreamt about. A few light knocks on your door shook you from your thoughts as Yuri asked to come in. She had already been freshened up and dressed and had offered to help you herself which you accepted with a wide smile. Once you had properly showered and changed, your lady-in-waiting began to pamper and attend to your locks. “You have to make a good impression y/n. I trust that you’ll be as sweet and as lovely as you normally are but despite how the prince acts please try to keep proper composure and patience”. You sighed as you longingly gazed out the window, watching the clouds above the castle’s garden. “Yes, of course, I’ve come to terms with my fate. Can we please head to breakfast now so that I may meet my lovely betrothed?” You responded sarcastically. Yuri nodded and held a small mirror to your face. “You look so beautiful, just like your mother” she sighed as you stood from your seat. As Yuri walked over to your bedroom’s door you took a double take out the window. In the garden, a tall figure stood, back facing the castle. A young man with black hair could be seen crouching down, admiring the flora. Could that be the prince? You pondered as you approached the doors. Almost as quickly as he appeared, the young man disappeared. Shrugging it off you let Yuri guide you down the hall to breakfast. The dining room was large and like every other part of the castle, intricately decorated with the utmost depressing colors. It was a huge contrast to your home, with its main colors involving deep reds and oak browns. As you sat, you noted three other chairs on the other side of the long dining table. At least we won't be sitting so closely, you sighed to yourself. After what minutes that felt like hours, voices could now be heard approaching from the hallway, your heartbeat couldn’t be any louder with fear. You sat straighter, hands properly placed on your lap, chin held up with a smile. You had to make a good impression no matter what.

“Good morning, Princess y/n”. A velvety woman’s voice spoke to you as the doors swung open. To say the queen was a beautiful lady would be an understatement. She presented herself in a way you could only imagine to be, adorned in all black, lipstick a deep cherry red almost even looking like blood. Despite the intense vibe she gave off that sent chills down your spine, her face was soft and kind. “G- good morning, your majesties, it’s a pleasure to meet you”! You stood from your chair and bowed, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering. “The pleasure is all ours, your father has spoken very highly of you.” The king smiled, he too was dressed in all black, with navy embellishments to his uniform. His black hair was slicked back but you could easily see the slight grey hairs forming from his old age. “This is our son, Yeonjun. He is our only son and the one you have been selected to be betrothed to”. The king motioned as he stepped aside for you to see the same young man you saw in the garden earlier. Your mouth could have dropped the moment you saw him. It took everything within your power to not blush as for the first time, you felt the gaze of a male your age. He was alluring. His lips were the softest pink, plush and beautiful. His hair split in a way that his forehead was shown, said soft black hair highlighting his cheekbones. His uniform was almost identical to his father's, the only exception being he had very few medallions compared to the king. He was a sight to see and for a minute you forgot that this was a man that people rumored to be a future tyrant. “It’s a pleasure to meet you m’lady” Yeonjun spoke as he approached you slowly hand reaching out for yours. You nodded and offered your hand. Softly and as gentle as he could,, Yeonjun pulled your small hand to his lips and pressed them against it. “Y- yes of course. I- ah yes thank you I’m forever grateful” you stumbled out. Since when did you have such trouble speaking to other royals? You wanted to just run away and slam your head into the wall, head back to your kingdom, and pretend none of this ever happened. As much as you wanted to avoid his gaze, you didn’t want to be rude. Nonetheless, you couldn’t get yourself to look away. He had such an interesting aura that made you want to know more. What made things worse is that Yeonjun had the softest smile and the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. This was not the prince that everyone spoke ill of, this had to be a different person. He had the intensity of his mother yet the way he spoke to you, even the way he held your hand, made you feel like he was nothing more than a delicate flower. A rose without thorns. “Shall we eat? I have something lovely prepared for us this morning” the queen interrupted, noticing the tension between you and Yeonjun. Ever so gratefully, you nodded as Yeonjun quickly pulled your chair further out for you to sit, causing you to once again feel your face warm up. Maybe the dress you were wearing had too many layers. Surely that had to be it. Breakfast went by quickly, Yeonjun didn’t speak a word as he simply watched you in silence. The king and queen were easy to converse with as they led the conversations. As breakfast came to an end both the king and queen excused themselves as they had matters to attend to, leaving you and Yeonjun alone for the rest of the day. “I’d like to take you for a walk if you’d allow me miss y/n” Yeonjun smiled as he offered his arm to you. This is it, he’s going to take you to a nearby forest and murder you, disposing you of your body. You mentally prepared for the worst as you took his arm, allowing Yeonjun to guide you to wherever location he had in mind. Though you had to admit, he was charming and this persona he was showing you definitely could have you fooled.

To your surprise, Yeonjun had taken you to the castle’s garden. Your eyes widened as you felt a wave of deja vu hit you. This garden reminded you of the one you saw in your dream. It was just as beautiful, white roses were everywhere the eye could catch, there was a fountain in the middle and a marble gazebo sitting not too far off. “This truly is beautiful, I’ve never seen anything like this” you whispered to yourself. “You’re beautiful as well” Yeonjun stated bluntly with a smile.

You turned to him, eyes wide and face turning a soft pink. “I- I beg your pardon? Could you repeat that?” Yeonjun blurted out a laugh in response to your flustered face. “I said you’re beautiful as well. I’m sure you heard me the first time miss y/n”. Why was he being so kind to you? You didn’t appreciate this fake personality he was giving you. Where was the rudeness? The snarky remarks? The selfish persona? Was this really the prince that everyone spoke so lowly of?

“Well.. thank you.. I suppose..ah..” you began, looking away as Yeonjun tilted his head awaiting your full response. “You suppose?” he quirked an eyebrow. “I suppose.. You’re also someone I find beautiful. You- you’re very handsome.” You mumbled, unable to still meet his eyes. Yeonjun chuckled and reached for your chin, pulling it upwards for you to look at him properly. “Why thank you, I know.” You would’ve blushed at the sudden contact but it then hit you.I know? You thought. What an odd response to a compliment. It was slightly… conceited? You blinked in confusion but then reminded yourself that you were speaking to the prince of Oranada. Right. You almost let yourself get fooled into thinking this was a dreamy prince from one of the fairy tales you read as a child. This is no man of your dreams.

Frowning as you pulled away, you huffed and looked towards the gazebo on the other side of the garden. “I should have known you were as narcissistic as they say” you spat, then instantly covering your mouth in shock. You hadn’t realized that you were thinking out loud. You looked over to Yeonjun in fear. Was he going to punish you? Was he going to call off the engagement? Was he upset? Yeonjun blinked and gave you a blank look as if he were still processing what you had just said. “You.. think I'm a narcissist?” he pointed to himself, his eyes growing large like a child getting accused of lying. Guilt began to slowly wash over you. Sure he could’ve been a jerk but what if he was just confident? Did you really have to say that to him? “I- I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad, I just- look! I may already have my thoughts about you based on what I’ve heard. I apologize for what I said but I’m scared okay? The world says the man I just met is crazy and a horrible person! Nobody knew you existed until a decade ago!” You exclaimed as you felt tears welt in your eyes. “I don’t know what you’re really like as a person! How can you expect me to not assume the worst..” you looked at the sky in an attempt to stop your tears from completely falling, the clouds were slowly rolling in. Yeonjun sighed and softly reached for your hand. You looked at him as he let out a weak smile. “Let’s sit over there, I want to show you something.” Not knowing what to say or do, you let him guide you to the gazebo and you both sat down. Your eyes searched around the garden in fear. Was he going to yell at you? “My parents knew the dangers of having me. When my mother was pregnant, rumors about the war were starting and they knew that if anyone found out about me, I would have a target on my head.” Yeonjun spoke softly as he looked down at his fidgeting hands. The personality he was showing you now was different from the confident and flirty one he was portraying earlier.

“My people sort of knew I existed, but no one was allowed to speak of my presence. When the war finally reached our kingdom, my parents had their hands tied, I studied a lot and begged them to allow me to help them. So I was presented to the world, and hardly even a day after an assassination attempt was made on my family and I.” Yeonjun’s voice was stern and quiet, you looked at him and could see he was still fidgeting in his chair. You reached over to place your hand over his and nodded for him to continue. “It was my first day on duty, luckily, I was able to apprehend the traitor myself. It was a spy who had been living amongst the people for a while, waiting for the perfect time to strike. My parents were right, he had caught wind of the king and queen having a son and tried to kill me himself.” Yeonjun sighed shakily and you held his hand tighter.

“I was angry, irrational even, before I could even discuss proper punishment with my parents, I simply sentenced the man to death.” Your eyes widened. Was Yeonjun telling the truth? This whole time everyone assumed the young prince had simply let the power go to his head, but he was just a young boy. “My parents found out after it all happened. After a long discussion, we immediately put the entire kingdom on lockdown. For our safety and most importantly the safety of our citizens. We chose not to explain the situation to anyone for fear that we would just invite more danger in our borders. Since then, we haven’t given much thought to the opinions of others.” He bit his lip and looked into your eyes, searching for understanding.

“Yeonjun.. If I may call you that-” He nodded. “I.. I apologize, sincerely. I realize my actions and words were harsh. If you really are telling the truth-  which I assume you are-  I just want to say that despite all those rumors, I want to get to know you more. If you’re willing to accept my apology.. I hope you’re willing to start over with me. Allow me to know you for who you really are, not the person that everyone else talks about.” You held his hands to your chest as you spoke, heart beating so intensely that he could feel it. He swallowed and nodded, releasing a weak smile. “Y/n.. although this marriage is already set in stone, I’m simply enamored by the thought of getting to court you.” As Yeonjun looked down at the stone floor beneath him, you could see that through his black strands his face was pure red. “Of course, I’m more than willing to offer you that chance Prince Yeonjun” you replied, and for the first time in a while, you genuinely smiled. Once you both returned inside, Yeonjun excused himself as he had matters to attend to. Thus, for the rest of the day, you were left with paperwork and your own duties as a princess. Just because you were away from home doesn’t mean you didn’t have work to do. So there you were in your room, Yuri currently organizing your clothes and you writing away at your desk. “So, you’re going to allow him to court you then? Willingly?” Yuri looked at you with hopeful eyes. “Yes! And although he won’t be making it to dinner tonight as he has to go into town, he promised he would meet me tonight in the garden” you smiled dreamily as you stretched out your arms. “Well, I’m glad everything turned out at least alright and he’s not insane.” Yuri chuckled as she placed the last pair of socks away. You placed your hands on your cheeks smiling. This was your first date with Yeonjun and you couldn’t be anymore pleased. You found yourself daydreaming of what could happen. Things finally seemed to be looking up for you, and Yeonjun was starting to seem more like the proper storybook prince you had always read about in your childhood story books.

#txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #BakeryTreat♡

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty-seven

“Rings”

Ao3

Summary: Danny and Death talk, in a mostly official capacity.

Danny swung his legs back and forth, restless as he sat on the railing o his balcony in Pariah’s- his castle, Danny’s, the King’s.

Clockwork had told him he would meet someone here, and that he better be dressed the part of the King. He had said it with a smile, though, and eased Danny’s worry.

But since he couldn’t just be mysterious and also had to be cryptic, he had then said it was someone Danny had already met, twice.

Prodding and asking got him nowhere after that so Danny dropped it and got ready, wearing his galaxy-print cape (with accurate, moving stars!), the Ring of Rage in hand and the Crown o Fire resting atop his head, its flames licking the air with a constant, soothing crackling.

“Hey, you waited for me!”

Danny turned around and had to blink to clear his eyes, because for a second he thought Sam was here but- no, this wasn’t Sam at all.

“Usually it’s the other way around.” Said the- girl? Woman? Said the goth, because that she was, wearing an all-black outfit from combat boots to top hat and umbrella (maybe it was raining where she had been?), along with what Danny was sure was an Egyptian symbol on her left eye and another that she wore in a collar hanging on her chest.

“Oh, uh, hi. You are- the person Clockwork told me about?” Danny said, and couldn’t help but make it a question at the end.

“Yes, Danny, that’s me.” She said simply, and didn’t elaborate only smiled at him some more.

Danny looked at her for a few more, awkward seconds, and then-

“Ah.” He gaped at her as recognition swept through him. A steady, unmoving presence, a soothing, kind voice that calmed him down even as he was torn apart, a hand taking his, ready to welcome him, except-

Except.

“Hey…” He greeted her anew.

“Hey.” Death answered.

-

“Uh, so… I don’t mean to be rude or anything,” Danny started after a bit of small talk. Death had joined him in the railing, picking a purple flower and adorning her hair with it, “but, well Clockwork told me to ‘dress the part’ as King, so I don’t think this is just a social visit, right?”

Death chuckled at him, “You’re right, dad didn’t just call us here to become friends, even if it’s nice to see you again.”

“Your dad called? But it was Clockw- gramps is a father?!” Danny exclaimed, shocked into using the nickname –the title, really– that he reserved for the privacy of his mind and Clockwork’s lair. “But that means-” His eyes widened like saucer and he felt his jaw drop in horror.

“I see you have connected the dots.” Death said, clearly amused.

“I didn’t connect shit!” Danny hurried to say, mortified and blushing a vibrant green. “In fact! I am autistic, which, in case you don’t know, is a learning disability which makes it entirely possible for me to not have figured anything out about my grandpa that could potentially change the way I see him- stop laughing!”

What had started as repressed giggles had turned into joyful cackles and Death’s smile split her face in half.

“We have business to attend! Royal duty! Formal stuff!”

“Sorry, sorry! It’s just-” Death put a hand on her mouth and calmed herself down with effort. “But you’re right, we should get back in track. Can you show me your ring?”

The change in topic, though appreciated, was so sudden that Danny could only obey bringing his left hand up and staring at the red, angry skull sitting on his finger.

“Do you know the history of this ring, Phantom?” She asked, taking his hand in both of hers.

“Not really, no.” The halfa admitted. “Grandpa- I mean, Clockwork has taught me some stuff, but there’s, like, a lot of stuff he says he still has to teach me.”

“Does he now?” Death said in a tone Danny couldn’t decipher, but when he turned to look at her, she had gotten her amicable expression back in place. “Your ring is a gift.” She finally started. “It used to be mine, one of my tools of office, actually, made to command straggling ghosts that wanted to find their way, and help them move on.

“I gave it to the first Ruler of the Ghost Zone, to officially turn that tear in between realities where souls sought refuge into a proper Afterlife, and end the war between pantheons that wanted it for themselves.”

Danny was paying rapt attention, leaning in closer to Death like a moth to a flame. He had never heard of this; Clockwork had not only been teaching Danny about history, but had sent him on adventures missions across time to gain experience he wouldn’t get in Amity Park, and grandpa was like, very old, so he knew a lot of history and had been there for all of it, so Danny wasn’t surprised he hadn’t been told about this yet; did Pandora know about this, though? Had her pantheon been one of those at war? How long ago had this been? If so, how or why was she here?

Unfortunately, Death didn’t seem about to enter into many details.

“With it, ghosts were allowed to rule over themselves as they saw fit, with no god to oversee them, and the war was over.”

Yeah, he would have to ask grandpa about this.

“That’s… cool. Um, thanks! Really…” Danny stuttered, placing a hand on his nape. “Ah, so…” He didn’t know what she was getting at. “Do you… want it back?” He asked, unsure.

“No, Danny, it’s a gift and it’s now yours.” Death smiled at him kindly. “I’m here to help you with it, actually. May I?”

Nervously, Danny nodded, and Death lifted his hand with hers, and touched the Ring of Rage; Danny saw the skull glow blood red the moment she did, enveloping their joined hands in its eerie light.

“Pariah Dark corrupted it, not long after he took the throne.” Death kept explaining. “Rather than motivate and lead the ghosts, he wanted to control them, bind them to his will.

“That wasn’t the ring’s purpose, I didn’t give it that purpose, so Pariah couldn’t completely overpower it, and instead he let it be a- transmitter for his rage, to make it be felt, to frighten other ghosts into obeying. You have felt it, haven’t you?”

Danny thought of the first time he had put on the Ring, of the furious growl that had reverberated through his head his bones, his core, pushing, demanding something it couldn’t word, its name just out of reach.

Although it wasn’t lie Danny had tried to help it reach out, either. And he now suspected where it had tried to reach.

 A sealed sarcophagus.

“It’s annoying.” He said bluntly. “It’s bothersome and insistent and I already said no, but it keeps on pushing and, honestly, I have been seconds away from chunking it into the sun.”

Death chuckled softly and, finally, covered his hand in both of hers. “That’s what I’m here for.” She clutched at his hands in a tither –yet painless– grip, and the light that filtered through their fingers slowly dimmed out and died.

When she opened her hands again, in Danny’s finger rested an obsidian-black gem with only one reflective face that showed Danny’s own.

Through its serene silence, Danny could feel all the denizens of the Zone, ready and waiting to be rallied around a common cause.

- - -

lmao this is funny to me because the "Clocwork is Father Time (of the Endless)" is a thing I've talekd about in the dp server, but only recently did i board the headcanon "he is an awful father, but an amazing grandfather", which is the characterization i've given him here

he loves his adopted grandson so much that he'll deal with his annoying children for him! asdfghjjklñ that's so awful!

i'll be posting this separate once i finish the event

#DannyMay 2023 #DannyMay2023 #dannymay #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Ghost King Danny #ghost king au #ghostly-scrypts #Death of the Endless #The Sandman #day twenty-seven #rings #CrossOver

[needfantasticstories]

Here Now (4954 words) by SkipBreaker

Art by @hiimgin. Beta reading by @hotcheetohatredwastaken. Additional info at the bottom.

Summary: Sky, Twilight, and Hyrule go on patrol, and grapple with Hyrule's past.

HERE NOW

 

Part 1: CAMP

Logs crackled pleasantly in the fire pit Hyrule and Legend had built.

Hyrule sat on the end of his bedroll and stared at the orange flames that kept the chill evening air at bay. Fire was a luxury back home, but common while traveling with the eight other heroes.

They’d come through a portal to a new era at midday. Not mine , he’d realized with relief. The grass was too green, and the sky too clear. None of the others recognized it either.

With no sign of black-blooded monsters, or nearby settlements, Wild had insisted they camp and restock on elixirs for the coming fights.

The sun glowed a white-gold as it settled into a shroud of clouds above the horizon. Time stopped searching the trees and settled into cleaning his armor. Sky sat on the opposite side of the fire and began tuning his harp. Wind dragged Four to sit with him, complaining about his dull knife. Twilight and Warrior joined Wild by the fire to chat. 

The trees slowly darkened into silhouettes, narrowing the world down to the glow of their campfire.  

Legend huffed as he sat and leaned heavily on Hyrule and pulled out a ripped tunic and a small, fabric lined box of needles and threads. 

“Hey, I’m not your furniture,” Hyrule protested.

“Fine. I’ll keep my Roc cloak for myself tonight,” Legend replied coolly.

“Oh fine, go on then. Ravio has been rubbing off on you.” Hyrule laughed and braced his legs to his chest to support Legend’s weight. With a smile, he continued to watch the fire and his brothers. 

Savory aromas of beef and herbs filled the clearing as Wild stood by the fire, working his subtle magic that, despite Hyrule’s assurance, he firmly insisted wasn’t magic at all.   

The sky grew pink and purple as the sun dropped below the hills. The shing , shing of Four guiding Wind through how to sharpen his knife made a steady, musical rhythm to Sky’s soft harp strums. Twilight and Wild bantered as the cook served bowls for Warrior to pass around. 

Wind held up his blade and tested the edge with a bit of rope. It cut the strands cleanly. “I can work so much faster with this! Can I take you home with me, Smithy?” 

Four smiled proudly. “You can pay me back with a copy of your star charts sometime.” 

Wind let his hands fall to his lap, and frowned. “Do you ever think about what will happen with us after all this? After we stop Shadow?” 

The camp grew quiet. 

Sky broke the silence, gazing fondly at his harp. “I imagine we’ll find our way back to our own times. At least, I hope so.” 

“Same, though I think Wild might try to rope me into his world if I let him,” Twilight laughed and clapped Wild on the back.

“I’d miss your old muzzle too much to leave you alone,” Wild snorted in answer. “I suspect you’ll find a way back to my world someday, one way or another.”

“I hadn’t thought it possible we could stay long in each other’s worlds. What about you, Legend? What are your plans?” Hyrule asked. It would have been a miracle if the Hero of Legend could visit him in his own time, somehow. If only his time wasn’t still suffering from famine and the lingering armies of Ganon hunting him to resurrect the king of evil. But even Wild’s era had a few pools of Malice here and there, right? Still, it was healthy. Who would ever want to come to his era? It was a death wish.

“Well, as much as I love roughing it with you lot in the mud and rain, I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed, in my own home. In peace.”

A cold breeze found its way through the trees and coursed up Hyrule’s spine. He stared at the fire in thought while Legend continued to gush about his orchard. 

“What about you, Traveler? What do you look forward to when this is over?” Four asked, digging into the soup Warrior was passing out.

Hyrule mulled over their various homes. Time had a ranch with Malon. Sky had his floating village, Wind had Outset Island. Twilight longed for Ordon, Four his forge, Warrior his fiancee and her castle. Even Wild had purchased a house, though he admitted he barely used it. 

Hyrule missed the castle, but he couldn’t go back until the monster stopped hunting him. His cave? Perhaps, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. Not like this. This was home. Among friends, traveling the world, helping protect people and discovering more about fighting and magic and history than he could ever have dreamed. He’d seen islands floating in the sky! Forests more full of fairies than trees! With Wild’s Zora armor, he’d even swam up a waterfall, and used his glider to soar back down to earth! He’d never be able to do that in the polluted rivers back home! And snow! Twilight still held the record for shield surfing, but he was catching up. 

Hylia, the goddess he’d never known existed before this journey, had truly blessed him with a refuge from the storm of his homeland. 

“Traveler?” 

“I don’t know. I suppose… I’m already happy.”

“Aw!” Warrior set Hyrule’s soup down and plopped beside him. He put an arm around him and rubbed his hair roughly with his other hand. “This kid! I’m actually gonna miss you. Not like that one.” He pointed to Legend. 

“Tch, that’s a lie,” Hyrule scoffed and shoved Warrior away with his shoulder. The Captain fell sideways but held onto Hyrule, pulling them both down. 

“Watch it, Wars!” Legend yelled. 

Hyrule tried to pull free of the Captain’s arm, but the knight held fast. Hyrule put all his might behind it, his arms burning from the strain, and by inches he loosened the Captain’s grip. 

“You’re getting stronger, but not there yet!” The Captain groaned.

“I nearly stabbed my thumb, thank you very much!” Legend yelled at Warrior. 

“Hey now! Hyrule’s the one who shoved!” 

“He was defending my honor, so it’s your fault.”

Hyrule and Warrior both broke into laughter—Hyrule in proud victory and Warrior in admitted defeat—and the Captain finally let go and collapsed on the ground. 

Hyrule offered his hand. 

The Captain grabbed it and tried to pull him down, but Hyrule was ready and hauled him upward. 

“Fine, Collector, keep your blindspot. Thanks, Rulie. Here’s dinner.” Warriors passed them their bowls, which had mercifully survived the scuffle. 

Hyrule savored the stew, letting steam warm his face before taking a bite of the creamy, savory broth. He looked around as he ate, and watched the others quickly finishing their own meals.

Let these days last, he thought. He knew it was selfish. It would have to end, as everything did. But he didn’t want to imagine a future without them in it anymore than a future living on the run, without Dawn and Aurora. He knew, logically, that they would all part someday. 

But not today. 

He watched as Wild set aside the cooking pot and pulled out an older exclusively for making elixirs. Hyrule turned away and instead watched Legend resume his careful, methodical stitching; but the Champion lingered in his thoughts. He didn’t like knowing where the Champion’s elixirs came from. He pitied the beetles, butterflies and lizards, and the monster parts smelled awful. Then again, at least Wild found a way to channel the evil remnants of Ganon’s power into something useful. How strange. How was it possible? Could Dawn, proficient as she was with magic and rebirth, find a way to change the poison in their land into a blessing, somehow? What sort of ingredients like the beetles and butterflies would it require— He stopped the thought dead; he didn’t like where it was going at all, and he focused instead on Legend’s stitching while the spike in his heartbeat settled. 

Time broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them after dinner. “We should scout one more time before settling in for the night. Sky, Twilight, Hyrule, it’s your turn to run a perimeter check.”

With a hum of grumbled complaints about being half-asleep already, the trio yawned, and stretched.

Time clapped Twilight’s shoulder as he left, then Sky’s, nodding in unspoken but clear appreciation to both.

“We can work on your footwork for the landing before breakfast, if you’re up for it, Hyrule,” Time whispered to him at his turn. Hyrule smiled and nodded, then hurried to follow after Sky and Twilight into the woods. 

None of them saw the storm until sheets of rain descended.

 

Part 2: SHELTER

Hyrule braced his shield over his head. A torrent of rain driven by a wall of wind pelted Hyrule and Sky. Drops struck like tiny arrows, stinging Hyrule’s legs through his trousers. They clung to the steep hillside that exposed them to the storm, inching back the way they’d come. Before the rains veiled the land, the campfire was easy to see, but in the gale Hyrule had lost his sense of direction. Several trees above them thrashed and groaned, threatening to break and roll down over them.  

“I still can’t find the trail!” Twilight shouted over the storm.  

“There’s got to be something we can do,” Sky looked around, his hair plastered to his face where it stuck out from under his sailcloth.

Hyrule looked around too, and in a flash of lightning, he found what he needed. 

“There’s a gap in the rocks up there! Let’s go there until the storm passes!” Hyrule yelled over the rumble of thunder.

The gap in the steep hillside turned out to be a deep cave. While the gently rising path blocked wind and rain, they radiated the cold back to them, and the three shivered as they explored the length of the narrow room. Twilight led the way in with his lantern. 

The stone entrance slammed shut behind them.

“It’s a dungeon,” Twilight pointed out the obvious. 

Sky let out a long-suffering sigh, pulled out a torch, and once alight he raised it high.  

The cave opened into a massive hall lined with brick. Triangle symbols adorned the upper reaches in a band of simple geometric patterns. Only the back wall remained in a more natural state, save for the massive relief carving. 

Stone steps led up to a dais before the rock wall where stood a massive stone beast that seemed trapped in the rock, leaning forward in an effort to free itself. It sat on a cracked throne three time’s Hyrule’s height with a door hiding in the shadows between its feet. 

Roughly cut features, gouges still evident from the tools used to carve it, cast dancing shadows all over its bulbous, misshapen body. Two massive tusks jutted from the wall, possibly added later. One had broken off and its shattered remains littered the dais. The wide face had a grotesque, triangular nose and gaping holes for eyes. The movement of Twilight’s lamp made the eyes seem to shift back and forth between them. 

It wasn’t just the statue that made Hyrule panic.

Seeing the rough boar carving in this unfamiliar dungeon, a massive homage to beast Ganon. 

What lay before him, at its feet, chilled his blood.

Sky and Twilight stopped on either side of him.

“What in the clouds is that?” Sky asked, moving closer to the enormous carving. 

“Remember how we all faced a being named Ganon? That’s him.” Twilight spat at the statue’s feet. 

Sky frowned at the hideous thing,running his hand along one carved leg. He sneered at the jagged, artless edges. The statue barely resembles the beast, but somehow captured all of his malevolence.

“Hyrule, are you okay?”

Not really, he thought, but he dared not say it. They had a dungeon to escape.

“I’m fine.” He forced himself to borrow a smile and look forward to the dark hallway under the beast’s legs. He refused to think about the bowl-shaped altar at its feet, or how the groove from the center to the edge would pour any liquid inside out of the bowl. 

Into the waiting ashes of Ganon.

He pushed onward. This wasn’t his era. It couldn’t be. Too green, too clean, too clear-skied.

Sky moved ahead of him, taking the lead as his torch burned brighter than Twilight’s lantern. Soon, he stopped. 

“I see two doors ahead, left, right, and forward. Any guesses on where to start?”

“Left,” Twilight and Hyrule said.

“I was going to say right. I guess I’m outvoted.” Sky shrugged.

 

Part 3: LEFT

It took all of Hyrule’s Thunder spell, or “Hyrule’s Fury” as Wild insisted on calling it, to clear the horde of skeleton soldiers that rose over and over from the floor in the left room. By the time Twilight revealed the hidden wizzrobe with his ghost lantern and Sky blasted it with a skyward strike, the trio had used up most of their supplies.

“There’s a chest!” Hyrule called out, and ran to the back of the room.

The lid creaked open, and after brushing aside cobwebs he found a large iron key.

“Looks like we might have a way out.”

“Door on the right?” Sky asked, with a mocking grin, hands on his hips.

“Door on the right,” Twilight said with a sigh, marched ahead. 

Hyrule hurried to follow after the taller hero. 

Part 4: RIGHT

Twilight pushed open the other door and led the way inside. 

Unlike the brick walls of the earlier rooms, this one remained untamed. Stalactites and stalagmites reached for one another, and the largest ones had joined into eight massive pillars around the room. Luminous crystals, like the stones Wild had shown them, lit the ceiling and walls in a cold, eerie glow. Water dripped from the spiked ceiling.

In the shadows at the far end of the room, between pillars of stalagmites, a monster stirred. 

Hyrule gasped in surprise. He knew this beast! 

In the dim crystal light, Hyrule could see the blue lynel pace, turn, and stare them down. 

Black eyes glittered as it studied them. It cantered closer. The lion-face glowered and bared its knife-sharp teeth. Its human-like chest raised up a massive longsword in both hands. Iron-shod hooves stomped, reverberating through the stone floor.  

Then it looked directly at Hyrule, and its eyes narrowed. The grimace flipped into a feral grin.

“Sacrifice!” it roared.

Hyrule gripped his sword and stepped forward. He wouldn’t let his brothers suffer for his curse. He could handle a lynel. He just had to keep it from burning them all, and himself from bleeding, or else—

Sky held up his blade. “What under heaven is it?”

Hyrule pulled out his magic shield. “Go back to the entrance. Both of you need to bomb that statue into rubble,” he ordered. “I can deal with him.”

“Alone?” Twilight asked incredulously. 

“I killed dozens of them before Wind’s age.”

“No. It’s too dangerous for any of us to go alone. We stay together,” Twilight barked. 

“Fine! Shields up! It breathes fire.”

“At least we’ll finally dry off , ” Sky grumbled, adjusting his shield. 

They prepared just in time. The lynel stopped his approach and roared, blasting fire at them.

Hyrule blocked it with his shield, and the fire quickly faded. Twice more it hurled the flames with the same result. 

Roaring with fury, the lynel charged, galloping louder than a thunderstorm. 

Hrulle’s world shrank down to the fury in the lynel’s eyes. His friends could not suffer from his monsters. He would not let his horrors become theirs, nor would he let it take them away from him.

Hyrule yelled at the monster, and ran. 

The lynel turned away from the other two heroes, nearly tripping over its own legs to chase him. 

Hyrule dodged between dripping pillars, twisting and weaving through the narrowest gaps he could find, the beast on his tail. He led it to a far corner of the deep cavern. He turned with his shield high, planted his feet, raised his sword, and braced himself for the impact. 

It grinned as it charged, seeing him cornered. 

Time had warned him. He still needed to master the landing. 

But he could not risk waiting now.

The lynel’s snarling face held his gaze as the broadsword slammed into his shield with a terrible wrenching sound.  It cut through the shield! A pulse, like lightning, shot up his right arm. His vision swam as the blow threatened to shove him down. 

But the lynel staggered back. It stared blankly at him, stunned. 

It worked! Now, for the rest!

Hyrule jumped with every ounce of strength he could muster in his legs, and not with the aid of magic but purely his own strength. Let the momentum carry you, The memory of Time’s deep voice calmed him. 

His body rose into the air in a dense, forceful way so different from his Fairy form—raw, propulsive momentum in place of delicate wings gently riding the air. The world curved gracefully as he somersaulted higher, his sword at the ready. 

Helm splitter. 

His blade slammed into the beast’s skull. 

Dark ooze clung to the edge of his blade as he rolled forward. 

Black blood? 

For a moment, he remained weightless, then panic set in as he began to descend. If he had enough magic, he’d have cast his fairy spell to save himself, but none remained. 

Remember, don’t try any of this until you can stick the landing.

The ceiling and the floor spun and merged into a smear of light and dark, His stomach swooped and churned as gravity grabbed him. He catapulted downward, and tried in vain to grab something, anything.

Far beyond the lynel, his legs slammed onto merciless stone, but his body continued forward until his head cracked against the cold stone. He lay in a blinding haze of numbness and confusion.

Through the ringing in his ear, he heard a muffled yell. 

Someone was shouting, the sound reverberating painfully in his skull. The words slowly pieced together. It was …the kingdom? No, his name . 

“Hyrule! Wake up!” 

He tried to sit up, but he couldn’t! Couldn’t see! Couldn’t breathe! 

A familiar hand grabbed his shoulder as he gaped like a fish, trying to pull in the intangible substance all around him, but his lungs refused to draw the air in. 

At last, his lungs opened, and he gasped, painfully loud to his aching ears. His vision returned. The ringing sound finally stopped.

“Hyrule? You with us? Thank Hylia!”

He tried to make sense of what he saw. Sky’s worried face. Twilight’s frown. 

“‘Rulie, are you alright?” The ranch hand asked gruffly. 

Hyrule winced as he sat up. Too much happened all at once. 

His head. His arm. His brothers. Where was the lynel?

Sky moved closer so Hyrule could lean on his shoulder. Hyrule appreciated the rest, and collapsed onto him. The pressure in his head and on his arm grew stronger, sharper. 

“Nice back slice.” Sky nodded to Twilight.

“Good timing with that skyward strike,” Twilight panted in reply, clapping Sky on the back. “And you, that looked familiar.”

Hyrule didn’t have the energy to respond, only nodding with a faint smile. 

“Rulie?” Twilight asked, and moved closer.

Sky carefully pulled up Hyrule's arm, but Hyrule gasped in pain and refused to look, not yet, watching Sky’s reaction instead. 

Sky’s worried eyes told Hyrule enough. He had already felt warm liquid trickling down the side of his face and down his arm. Pressure built unbearably in his head, and worse in his shield arm. The rush of adrenaline was hiding the worst of his injuries, but he knew it was bad.

He had to know. He had to fix it.  

Carefully, Hyrule touched his temple and looked down at his hands.

Blood. 

Hyrule’s throat tightened. The pressure in his right arm built into a searing pain. Hyrule winced and finally looked down at it. The lynel’s blade had easily sliced through his leather bracer and cut deep into his arm. More blood. He clapped his hand over the gash, but struggled to keep any more of the cursed liquid from spilling out. One thought raced over and over in his mind: make it stop or they’ll come! And he muttered, “I can’t stop it. I can’t… I have to stop this…or they won’t stop coming…” He pressed his hand desperately to the wound, but still it spilled out. “They can’t know I’m here!” He curled over his arm as if that might somehow stop the bleeding. 

“Rulie, it’s okay! I promise,” Twilight chided gently, “I don’t have potions, but I can bandage these up for you until we get back.” 

“Let me see what I’ve got,” Sky offered, and he began rummaging through his pack. 

Hyrule had not bled this much, for this long, in months. Frantic memories and nightmares jumbled together in his mind, but he resisted them, trying to hold on to the presence of his friends. I’m here. Safe. No cult. No ashes! Just the stupid altar , he tried to reassure himself. But he could not stop shaking. They can smell it. They’ll come.

He let go and searched frantically for a potion he knew he didn’t have. Still, he rummaged, hoping he’d miscounted or had another secret secret backup. Nothing. Blood slipped out from under his fingers. He could not keep it closed! He had to do something .

“Sky, did you happen to get any from Wild before we left?” Twilight asked.

“No, but I—”

“I have to stop this! Now! Stand back!” Hyrule yelled at them. They didn’t understand, and he didn’t have time to explain. He groaned as the throbbing pain in his arm compounded. He didn’t look forward to the flames. He had barely enough magic built up for it. He reached for his sword and let it blaze, the rubies and silver hilt enhancing the red light. He held out his gored arm and lowered the flames toward the wound. He winced at the heat, but it had to be done. He’d spilled too much already, but if they washed it away fast enough–

“Stop!” Sky and Twilight shouted in tandem. 

“I’ve got plenty of potions,” Sky lied, and sat beside Hyrule, holding out a quarter-full glass. 

Hyrule tossed his sword aside and drained the bottle. The warm, clean rush of healing spread across his whole body. He was relieved by the familiar tickle of skin growing and knitting closed. Only exhaustion remained.

Hyrule handed the bottle back to Sky. “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to drink it all.”

“Don’t apologize. You needed it. We’ll give you more once we return to the camp.”

Still shaking more than he expected, he let Sky wipe the blood from his arm and hands while he caught his breath. 

“Is…is all this something we should know about?” Sky murmured to Hyrule.

Twilight crouched at his side, looking calm and relaxed but for a small frown that betrayed his anxious concern. “What’s the story, Rulie? Why are you so worried about closing up your arm?” 

They had to know. He just never wanted to… actually tell them. He felt dizzy.

Don’t overthink, just say it. Am I a Hero of Courage or not?   

“If my blood touches Ganon’s ashes… he’ll come back. He cursed me as he died. Monsters from my era can track the smell of my blood for miles.” 

Sky’s electric-blue eyes widened in shock. “As he died? He cursed you?”

Twilight sat down beside him and wrapped an arm around him. 

Sky sat down heavily and did the same.

“The statue back there? That altar at his feet is for me. For my blood to… I think we’re in an era after mine. They’ll never give up.” He looked at his hands, still stained between his fingers with blood. “People have died to help me before so I could escape the ritual. They didn’t deserve to die just for me, but we can’t let Ganon come back.” 

Twilight’s eyes shone bright with shock, anger, and sorrow. The pity hurt worst of all. 

“I…I’ve been able to take them on for a long time! Usually it’s no trouble to face them, especially if I’m alone and don’t have to worry about anyone else getting hurt. But, there’ve been… I just like being with you, with our group.”

“Faron’s light, ‘Rule,” Twilight sighed, “I’m sorry. Being hunted? I’ve seen what that’s like.” He hugged Hyrule tighter. 

The two held him closer between them. 

It felt so good to talk about it at last. Hyrule let his thoughts spill out. “And I know it won’t last, but I don’t want to go back. Not with Ganon’s monsters chasing me, keeping me away from everyone I care about, waiting for one wrong move too many. I just hope someone can stop him quickly when it happens. Maybe you all can come to my era, and stop him after I’m g–” 

“Rulie!” Sky growled, “Don’t say that! You’re not going to slip up. We won’t let that happen. I swear it. We’ll always have your back.”

Twilight jumped in too. “There’s no way they’ll win. You’re too tough, Traveler.”

“But it’s only a matter of time! I’m going to slip up again! And this time there won’t be a spell or a rescue or a portal to escape.” Hyrule took a shuddering breath and clutched Twilight’s arm. “I can’t keep running forever.”

“Rulie, we’ll always have your back, curse or not,” Sky said quietly. 

“We can figure this out. I’ve broken curses before.” Twilight’s deep voice reverberated in his hair. “It wasn’t easy, but you’ve got a lot of us on your side. Din, I’d bet a hundred rupees Four figures something out within a week. The kid’s got quite a mind.”

Hyrule relaxed and smiled a little at the flood of ideas. Maybe. Just maybe. Four took puzzles personally . Could he really find a way to break the curse?

Sky squeezed his shoulder. “And we can ask all our Zeldas too. You know, I dont think it’s just the Shadow that brought us together. I believe Hylia is guiding us. She wants us to work together. Perhaps this is one more reason. And we’ll do everything we can, here and now, while we’re together.”

“And long after.” Twilight’s whisper was barely audible, but he’d curled his head down closer, burying his face in the Traveler’s hair. 

“Thank you,” Hyrule whispered back. A smile warmed his cheeks. Finally sharing his curse felt like dropping a heavy pack at the end of a long trek, and he breathed deeply. What chance did Ganon’s spell have against the will of such heroes? For this moment, the curse didn’t matter at all. He was safe, and surrounded by the best family he’d ever known. For the first time in ages, he felt a clear spring of hope in his spirit.  

They sat a long time, resting together in the light of Twilight’s lantern, keeping each other warm in the cold room.  

“Alright, unless we plan to stay the night here and keep everyone else worried sick, we’d better find out where this key goes.” Twilight said. Clouds of dust filled the air and he brushed off and collected his items.

Hyrule and Sky joined him. 

Part 3: CLEAR 

The third door looked simple, and when they stepped through, nothing stirred in the light of Twilight’s lantern. No treasure gleamed. Only a stone stairway far ahead leading up to a door. 

“No treasure?” Twilight looked around. 

“There!” Sky and Hyrule pointed in the same direction.

Cracks riddled the wall to the left. Twilight barked a laugh and held out a hand to Sky. The knight passed him a bomb, and soon the wall burst into rubble, tiny stones rolling past their feet. 

They ran through the dust to see.

“By Hylia,” Sky gasped.

The room sparkled as the lantern’s humble glow reflected a thousand different directions over the gold and jewels piled on the ground. Gems snatched the faint lamplight and reflected it back tenfold in their brilliant hues.  

“They’re going to be so jealous,” Hyrule said breathlessly. “How much do you think we can fit in our pouches?”

“Let’s find out,” Twilight answered.

Once the large key opened the last door, they passed from the cramped cave stairway and hurried out into the fresh night air. Stars filled the sky, the storm just a dark line on the horizon.  They stood near the top of the same steep hill they’d entered. 

Not far beyond the base of the hill, the campfire glowed between the trees. They must have saved or restarted the fire somehow. 

Sky looked thoughtfully at the small light below.

“Hyrule, do any of them know? I only ask because I can keep a secret here and there, but I’m not the best at keeping track of who knows and who doesn’t.” Sky smiled a little self-consciously, and palmed the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I haven’t told anyone, but Legend probably figured out some of it. He always slips me extra potions.”

“We can sit on this for a while, if you need time. Nothing new for me,” Twilight barked a laugh. 

“No, I want to tell them.” Hyrule said. I won’t keep running alone. “Let’s get it over with. We’ve got a lot to explain, hopefully before Time gives us his stink-eye.” 

Twilight laughed before turning into his wolf form. Hyrule followed him down the hill toward the light ahead.

THE END-ish

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hyrule & Sky (Linked Universe), Hyrule & Twilight (Linked Universe), Hyrule & Time (Linked Universe), Hyrule & Warriors (Linked Universe), Hyrule & Legend (Linked Universe), Four & Wind (Linked Universe) Characters: Hyrule (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Sky (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Legend (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Wind (Linked Universe), Four (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Hyrule (Linked Universe) Has a Blood Curse, Blood and Injury, Human Sacrifice

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[hanayori89]

✍️ A/N- Hey all, thank you for reading my Twilight Princes fanfic! I’m still doing a lot of rough editing but as I continue the edits I will post a master list with all the chapters so it is easier to follow. The full fic is on my Wattpad- but I’m still undergoing the editing process to make it more smooth.

Thank you all 😊🌻

Untethered

*Kakariko Village*

Shabby breaths rang in Link's ears as he ran. His feet pounded on the gravelly pavement. Each step radiated through his weakened body. The taste of Y/N's kiss on his lips propelled him forward. She was headed toward Death Mountain. If he didn't catch her soon, she would undoubtedly reach the Goron Mines. While Link was tough enough to overcome the dungeons of the past once again, two in one day was a big stretch.

They approached the Bridge of Eldin, where Link had fought against King Bulbin. He noticed Y/N beginning to slow down until she reached a complete stop. Link, however, continued his not-so-graceful streak from the past few days, tripping over a rock. Instead of swooping Y/N up in his arms, he was swooped up within hers. She wrapped her arms around Link, attempting to catch him. While she didn't catch him, she did manage to break his fall.

"HYLIA, Y/N?! Are you alright?" Link hopped to his feet, gently guiding Y/N to her own. She rubbed her hip with a slight wince. "I think so."

"I-I never catch you. I never save you." Storm clouds rolled in overhead. A dark ring formed around the tip of Death Mountain. It looked as if Hylia herself was smoking tobacco and huffing stacks of smoke clouds upon it. A snap of lightening cracked, creating an ominous sky that somehow fit the tumultuous emotions coursing through you both. "It's not your job to save me. You can't save everyone, Link."

Another snap of lightning occurred, timing itself perfectly with Y/N's statement, emboldening the heaviness of her response. He was a hero. Isn't that what heroes do? Save people? Link understood that he could only go so far. He wasn't Hylia. He couldn't save souls. She had to undergo her trials of conversion alone. In the same manner, he had to become a hero alone.

Even if their journeys were separate, there was no reason they couldn't fight together. No matter how powerful Link believed himself to be, he discovered great strength within his many alliances.

Y/N regarded Link prudently. Spits of rain began to fall as the rumbling of thunder made its presence known. She let out an almost bitter snicker. "You want to save me, but it is I who must save myself." It took Link a moment to realize the water droplets on her face weren't from the fresh spritz of rain but from her eyes.

Link gave her a sorrowful nod. "You're right. The last thing you need is to deal with the temperamental way I've been acting. I'm sorry for my behavior. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." Link seemed to falter as he gathered his thoughts. "But I'd be lying if I said I regretted my action. That I... didn't want to do it. Or that I don't want to do it again."

Link reached a hand forward, quickly brushing a tear away. In an almost muted whisper, he murmured. "And again."

The spits of rain had transformed into a torrential downpour. Link pulled off his tunic, chain mail, and under armor in one single swoop.

"L-link- What are you-"

He stood topless in the rain. He'd never been bashful about his body, until now. He knew he had a physique that men envied and women coveted. But all of that seemed inconspicuous now that he stood vulnerable in front of the woman who held his heart. Even the rain seemed intimidated by his tarnished hero's body. It ricocheted off of him, creating an aura of mist that illuminated his scars. He held his hand out, hoping she would take it.

She didn't hesitate this time. She placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her hand to the scar on his abdomen from Zant. "This was from your fa-," Link caught himself. He corrected, "Zant." He glided her fingertips over the roughened patch of flesh. "This scar. I don't regret receiving it. In fact, I would do it all again if I had to. Just like I would kiss you again and receive the mark you've left on me, one that I could never, ever regret." He paused with Y/N's hand within his, hovering above his abdomen, laced with many scars of glory. He wanted to make his feelings clear. He wanted to do what was right. And what was right for him was right in front of him.

"Y/N, I can't say what I wish to say now. For the sake of your mission and my own, I will retain any further affectionate actions. I am still tethered in a way I don't wish to be." He hoped his emphasis on the word "tethered" would reference his engagement to Ilia in a way she understood. "But would you promise to give me a little more time? Once I am untethered, I can "react" the way you want me to. The way I believe that I was meant to. Something more than... a friend."

As Link held her hand, he once again bowed and pressed his forehead against her hand. The gesture he always used to represent sincerity in his words. Fado was right. Link did act painstakingly gallant at times. Should he have found out how he so brazenly kissed Y/N, he wondered how he would have responded. He looked up at her. The storm clouds floating in the background cast shadows over her eyes, rendering them hard to read. There was resoluteness in the way she bobbed her head up and down in agreement.

"If only you made me one promise."

Link stood, releasing her hand from his own. "Anything."

"Clean those wounds." She gave him a lopsided smile. He knew then that he was back in her good graces.

He teased, "I thought we agreed you would?"

"If I must." She did her best to feign disinterest. But Link could hear the slyness in her answer. Yes, everything was back to normal. Although he knew he would be unable to erase that kiss from his mind, her sugared lips would be the thought that he would use to tuck himself into bed at night. He knew it was for the best to keep that tidbit to himself.

Did that actually happen? Did we kiss? Link stared upward, marveling at the way the dark clouds seemed to envelope the remaining light ones. They seemed to disappear within each other. The way his lips and Y/Ns just had.

"Link..." Y/N's voice interrupted his fantasy. They both inadvertently began strolling back towards Renado's. "Could we still hold hands?" She slipped her hand back into the comfort of Link's. He threaded his fingers sturdily between hers.

Their fingers molten so tightly into each other's that not even the freezing Kakariko rain could penetrate their grasp.

Molten so tightly, not even the unknown threat of what was in store could break the hold that they had on each other.

A/N: Edited 3/25/24

It seems like the hero has sealed his words with a kiss. Your separate missions will be tackled through your kinship of belonging.

Romance takes a backseat as you both are beckoned forward towards your individual journeys. No matter what they entail, you're both prepared to fight together.

There's still one little elephant in the room waiting to be addressed...

and that is one, single bed.

Check out my other completed OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

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[abbysanders2000]

Thunderstorms by the ocean (The lost boys x reader)

So it's been a minute since I've written anything and my first time writing a reader insert but I've recently been inspired. I'd like to dedicate this to @auntvamp. You helped me get my grove back love 💘

Thick black clouds rolled into the skies of Santa Carla just as the sun began to set. The weather forecast called for at least a week of rain. Not that the town couldn't use it of course but it was still an inconvenience to some of the towns occupants. More specifically 4 vampires and their mate.

A loud clap of thunder is what woke them. Marko groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." "What a lovely way to wake up." David said sarcastically as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"It's a good thing we have those blood bags in the stash." Dwayne said as he got down from the rafters they slept on. He took a deep breath through his nose and a smile came on his face. "Y/n is here."

Before anyone could even comment on what he had said Paul and Marko flew into the main room of the cave where their beloved mate was. Y/n hums a soft tune as she sits some stuff down on one of the old armchairs.

Paul being of course Paul wrapped his arms around her waist when he landed on the ground. "Hey mama. We didn't expect to see you this early." Y/n giggled slightly. "I can always leave and come back if you'd like?"

"No! Sides its raining pretty bad out there now. So you ain't going no where." Marko smirks as he planted a kiss on her nose making her scrunch it up. "It's a bummer about the rain. But I brought some games and junk to keep us occupied." She said

A chuckle rumbled through Paul's chest. "I know what we could do to keep us occupied." He smirked as he grazed his fangs down her neck ever so slightly. A moan/gasp fell from her lips. "Paulie stop it." She whined trying to get away.

"What? The best love making is done when it's raining." He said innocently. Marko rolled his eyes. "Dude seriously?" He asked. Paul sticks his tongue out at his brother as a response.

"I have to agree with Paul on this one. Who knows what the night will bring." David said as he and Dwayne finally came into the room. Y/n managed to wiggle away from Paul and made her way to Dwayne.

The muscle of the group wrapped his arms around her protectively. "Nice to see you too princess." He smiled placing a few tiny kisses on her face. "Am I the only one here not getting in on the kissing?" David joked

"Here bro." Paul said walking over with his lips puckered. "I will knock your teeth down your throat if you even think about it." David warned with a fist already balled up. "OK ok geez. Talk about violent."

Y/n rolled her eyes at her mates. "So I'm guessing no cuddle pile then?" "Yes we can definitely do that. We just need to make sure Paul and David are on opposite sides." Dwayne said. "Deal!" She said as she went to her nest area to set up the bed.

She arranged the pillows on the bed so that everyone could more or less have their own. She knew they wouldn't need any of the fluffy blankets she brought but she definitely would. After all it was drafty in the cave and she (for the moment) was still a human.

She plops down in the middle of the king sized bed. "OK boys I'm ready!" Marko ran in first taking the spot right between her legs much to Paul's dismay.

"Ass! You always get to lay there!" "You snooze you lose bro." He smirked. Dwayne scoots in behind her having adjusted her position slightly with David and Paul sitting on her left and right respectively. A soft sigh came from her lips.

"Something wrong kitten?" David asked as he placed a kiss on her chin. She shook her head gently. "No not at all. It's just if you listen closely you can hear the rain hitting the waves." She said closing her eyes to listen to the sound.

For a moment the 4 vampires were silent. The sound of rain beating against the ocean filled their ears. A sense of relaxation came over them just as it had Y/n. All 4 of them relaxed against their mate.

"You know maybe the rain isn't so bad." Paul said. "I could definitely get used to this." Marko added in. David and Dwayne let out agreeing sighs.

Y/n felt a grin come across her face as she laid with her mates. "Ain't nothing like a good thunderstorm by the ocean." She whispered as a soft rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

"There is one thing that could make it even better though." Marko said as he looked up at her. Oh boy this couldn't be good. He had that gleam in his eyes.

"And what would that be Marky mark?" Y/n asked. She felt Dwayne tighten his grip on her. She didn't need to look at Paul and David to tell they were smirking.

"Tickles!!" The sweet sound of laughter filled the air. Maybe storms truly weren't that bad after all.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #kiefer sutherland #the lost boys 1987 #alex winter #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #x reader insert

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part IV.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

GIF: Originally posted by @sic-vita​​

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hey there, apologies for the delays with this one, I was at a wedding over the weekend. Parasomnia update for this week: I hallucinated that my partner was pouring a tube of 'blue snot' on me! @silverhart93 Thank you for your suggestion of trying lavender and chamomile to help with my sleep problems, I've included them in this chapter too as well as my own bedtime routine <3

Sandman Masterlist

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The dream that Morpheus chose for you was close to perfection.

In fact, the only thing that would have pushed the dream from an A grade to an A* would have been if the Dream King himself was there with you. You had a myriad of things you wanted to know more about and only his input could satiate that desire.

You find yourself in a space that is the epitome of cosiness and safety.

The walls are painted in a pale sage green hue. Botanical prints adorn the calming background, the watercolour medium both soft and intricate.

A stack of logs smoulder in the hearth, producing a delightful warmth and a soothing crackle.

The scents of lavender and chamomile float in the air, emitted from a candle that sits on the stone base of the fireplace.

You find an abundance of blankets and cushions and pillows in a trunk positioned behind the sofa. You excitedly run your hands over them, disturbing a clean fragrance as you do so. 

You select a number of items and begin to enhance the already inviting sofa. From the moment you sink into its embrace, you decide that this is the closest you will ever get to sitting on a cloud.

You roll on your side, pulling a grey blanket closer to your body. Fingertips trail across the knitted surface; the tactile sensation makes you sigh contentedly.

There’s a mug of something on the coffee table next to you. You pick up the light blue coloured earthenware receptacle and sip tentatively at the steaming liquid. Your favourite type of tea lights up your taste buds, you hum happily and drink more before lying back on the meticulously arranged cushions.

In your reclined position, you can see the charming exposed beams of the cottage’s ceilings. The wood is warm in colour, a mirror to the warm beverage-induced pink flush you feel in your cheeks.

It starts to rain outside. A fine drizzle at first, progressing into a steady patter. It has always been one of your most-loved sounds and you would often wish for its lullaby when sleep evaded you, even in childhood.

After finishing your drink, you stand up and stretch. You wander over to the window and peer through one of the panes. Raindrops streak down the glass, their impacts sounding even more calming now that you are closer to the source.

Beyond the tiny rivers on the windows, there are rolling hills. They stretch out as far as your eyes can see with a carpet of emerald green.

You return to your sofa nook and discover a newly materialised bowl of dried fruit and nuts, and a stack of books. The volume from the mountain dream tops the pile. Your initial reaction is an amused smirk; your request to have it returned has actually been fulfilled. Your emotions then turn to down a more mushy avenue.

Morpheus had done all this for you.

His attention to detail was truly impressive. There was something to stimulate every sense. Essentials to take care of your basic human needs. New additions to the space to keep your interest piqued. The dream had you completely encapsulated.

You flick through the book to find the right page and read in contentment for hours, grazing on the snacks and enjoying the sound of the storm.

At one point, out the corner of your eye, you see movement through the window. A brief second passes where you are certain that it is Morpheus. But by the time you have turned your head to properly check, there is nothing there.

Your thoughts rest on him for a while. The way he had described your nightmares as a plague, the expression on his face as he admitted that he did not know their cause; he was clearly concerned. 

It sounded as if he believed there to be something wrong with the mechanics of your dreamscapes. You were unconvinced. The voice in the back of your head said your subconscious was punishing you for your actions in the waking world and there was nothing to be done about it.

You guess you would find out soon enough though.

When you wake, you feel less spaced out and fuzzy. Clearly some cerebral repair had been achieved.

You reach for the phone on your bedside table.

10:37am.

You laugh, you haven't slept in this late since your teenage growth spurt days. It is such a relief to you that it is a Saturday; there is no way you could use a call from the King of Dreams as an excuse for being late to work.

The sunlit portion of your day is quiet. You eat, you clean, you go for a walk and you think about Morpheus.

You realise then that he has totally enraptured you.

The closer you get to bedtime, the more restless you become because you long to see him. Yet, you begin to doubt whether he is all in your head again. And if he isn’t real, then the thought of confronting your nightmares alone once more causes dread to blend into your anticipation.

When the shadows start to stretch with the evening sun, you go to your desk and start up your laptop to find some distraction and also to prove his existence. 

The white pixels of the search engine’s background glare painfully, and you quickly turn down the brightness.

You input his name into the box and press enter.

Greek mythology tops the list of hits and Laurence Fishburne comes in second. Aside from a sudden urge to re-watch The Matrix, you gain nothing from your search.

You change your keyword to Sandman and try again.

You scroll for a while but are disappointed once more. It only tells you what he had already alluded to; The Sandman was a Scandinavian fairytale said to sprinkle sand into the eyes of children to bring sleep. It was strange to think they were not too far off with their stories. You believed yourself to be a recipient of the sand, although it was less a sprinkle and more of an assault. 

There is nothing even remotely related to real world encounters with an otherworldly man visiting people in their bedrooms and dreams.

You are crestfallen at your failure; the feeling escapes you in a short, sharp huff.

You look back to the webpage. You spy some video links to songs.

The Chordettes’ ‘Mr Sandman’ and Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman’ are the most viewed. You had always found the first offering very creepy so you click on the second one, nodding your head along to the supremely catchy intro.

You bring up the lyrics to read.

“I tuck you in, warm within. Keep you free from sin. Till the Sandman he comes.”

“When are you coming, Mr Sandman?” You whisper out loud.

You let the song play out before the shutting down the laptop.

After changing into some pyjamas with a bit more coverage than the previous night, you go downstairs to wait.

He appears in your peripheral vision at 10.54pm.

Your heart leaps. He is real. And he’s looking at you intensely.

"You are not in your bed."

You try to look innocent. “Couldn’t switch off.”

"I see."

You fumble for a change of subject.

"How was the rest of your night?"

You internally curse at your mundane choice of question. You are talking to a literal King after all. However, the inquiry clearly does not bother him, his face remains unchanged.

"It was productive."

"Good." You nod with a small smile.

"I trust that you feel better now, compared to when we last spoke."

“I do. It was a beautiful dream. I really appreciate it.”

There’s a momentary light dancing in his eyes at your positive review.

“What made you choose to send me there?” You ask inquisitively.

“I looked into your previous dreams and selected and compiled elements from those that brought you peace.”

You felt your stomach lurch.

"You can see the dreams that I've had?" You asked anxiously.

"And nightmares."

Your mind is squirming at the thought and it must have shown on your features for Morpheus responds in a reassuring tone.

“There is no need to feel uncomfortable. I have access to the dreaming states of every being that has ever lived on this plane. I can assure you that there is little that could shock me.”

“That might be the case but it's still a little embarrassing...”

He lets you shake your discomfort away before he speaks again.

“Shall we go to your bedroom?”

You laugh loudly. His face is blank, juxtaposing your amusement.

“I'm usually the kind of person who needs to get to know someone a lot better before I agree to that but sure, let's do this.”

Somehow, his face becomes even more impassive.

“Sorry, I tend to use humour when I'm feeling awkward... I don't know if that had come across.”

“I had noticed,” his voice is dripping with deadpan.

“Oh good, I’m pleased that we’re on the same page,” you tease as you stand up and head towards the living room door.

There’s a smidgen of a smirk on his face as you turn back to look at him.

"Just to be clear, I know you weren’t propositioning me back there.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Cool. Umm, shall we?” You trail off, looking through the doorway into the hall.

“After you,” he says, gesturing with a formal movement of his hand.

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"When the worrying starts to hurt and the world feels like graves of dirt. Just close your eyes until you can imagine this place, or secret space at will."

Taglist: @pinkcyclewitch @layla2-49 @shoidy-cat @silverhart93 @boofy1998 @dotieeee

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[hurrakka]

Hey its me again (how are ya in this lovely friday hehehe) I had an little scene in my head and I wanted to share it, if its ok?

Leon mutated, he is lost and the damn tears ("pain from the mutation, side effect or because of this whole situation?") don't stop since he encountered other humans and slaughtered them without a reason. He dosen't want to be seen, just want to disapear and maybe this f@#king nightmare is over. After hours and heavy raining, he finds an abandoned building and decides to take refusee in there.

The agent is in the cournor, and after hours, he started to relax enough to get some rest ("does monsters need rest?" he thought bitterly), however he hear someone - or something - approching by the door, making three distincts silhoutes (only one appears more "humanoid" amd the other two has more hunched pose). He feels something is not right, he isn't crying so it could means that its another B.O.W.

By reflexs, he tries to get the gun out but his new "fingers" makes tears in his clothes, and he feels the concrete walls hitting his back when an "rope" ("wait is that… a freaking tounge?") restrains him, leaving an open wound in his head. Two of this sillhouttes appears snarling, and it didn't take an second to recognize as Lickers. But the third one, the humanoid one with that is holding in the floor with the tounge, is the one that makes Leon get more paler because HE RECOGNIZE IT. The "stranger"approches, looks at the mutated agent and says with venom and slavic accent in the voice:

"Looks like we are now the same, american soldier…"

(Sorry for any mistakes, english isn't my first language but I wanted to share this little drabble that was hunting my brain ^^;)

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT YOU ARE COOKING THIS IS A FINE COOKED MEAL I AM SCREAMING I AM POGGING OUT OF MY MIND Y E S YESSS I APPROVE 1000%

Your brain huge I wanna kiss u on the forehead but I cant bc Im sick Im clutching my chest rn like Sasha's down w the plagas

[charizardstolemynickname]

EPISODE 21 EVERYONE!!! AHHHHHH

The same as last episode's reaction, I notes everything down at the time it was happening so these are my literal first reactions to each news

Again, i wrote 2 pages, I tried to be more concise BUT DAMN, so forgive any confusion I may bring

In King's dreams he goes to the Collector's world?? Huh. That seems fun

Hunter and Alador (I keep forgetting that's his name) fighting is 10/10, its just 2 grumpy tired nerds fighting

LOVE Willow comforting King and the Palismen working together to make them all happy and such

AWWW MITTENS!?! THAT'S HOW SHE GOT THE NAME?! That is adorable, I love Dad Blight, he holds a special place in my heart

Love Eda and Raine they are so cute THIS GOODBYE IS TOO SAD

LILITH!!! This episode is straight in with the feels,

HOOTY TOO!?! AHHH, I am almost crying already

OHHHH Plant Lady girl knows then, there is ZERO way she doesn't know with that "Hey Sprout" line

The collector is just making me feel bad for him, he is just a kiddo!

Is the collector trapped in a mirror? A bit like that Episode with Luz visiting the human place but only in reflections, wonder how that works

Kikimora that is NOT the golden guard, stop sucking up to Belos

"Have you as my right hand? I'd sooner cut off my whole arm" and "Go find a hole to wither in" made me- Listen, we hate Belos, I hate Belos- but he is funny

NOOOO POOR COLLECTOR BRO!!! BELOS YOU MURDERER! ITS JUST A KID, who has a lot of power, a bit like king

WOAH!! Cool save Willow, like amazing flying BUT DID HUNTER JUST BLUSH WHEN HE SAW YOU!?

Alador!! My pal, my boy! You aren't stupid!! Its manipulation babe, don't even sweat it, you aren't stupid!

..I won't like, seeing Hooty in that fucking bubble made me laugh in this real tense moment, I was like "NO DARIUS- fucking hooty bro"

Oh well. The plan failed, alas, Darius supremacy tho, under all that he caresssss

"Almost like the titan himself didn't want me to have that knowledge" ...well. Funny story pal.

"Barely human" YEP, Pretty much, Luz is quite right, THIS IS HYPOCRITICAL BRO

Head Plant Coven lady witch, you are dumb as hell how is it only NOW you realise there is no paradise!?

....Belos pal, I know Luz just insulted your outfit BUT, I hate to say, I preferred your 1600s outfit TO WHATEVER THE HELL THIS IS, WHAT ARE YOU

NOOOOOOOO Please be okay Mr Amity's Dad WE MISS YOU

Hunter running straight to Darius I- I am father and son coding them, I don't care, MAYBE older brother and younger brother, I don't mind

"Yeah girl, get with it" GUS YOU ARE SO FUNNY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, never change Gus

"Neither Witch nor Demon, a child from the stars" Man, why can't *I* be described like that, I WANNA BE A CHILD FROM THE STARS

Kikimora redemption arc?? I am fine with this!

"Hunter why are you hurting me, I only wanted to help you" GIRL PLEASE- Man, you hate palisman THAT much that you would stop your manipulation? Dedication to the hate

OOOOO The collector can't see King when he wears that charm? Interesting...

WOAH, THE COLLECTOR WAS TRAPPED BY KING'S DAD?! AND KING'S DAD WAS TRYING TO HIDE KING AWAY FROM IT?! HOLD ON

I guess this means the Collector is evil and such.... BUT HE JUST WANTS TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK!!! Damn it

"Mister?? You are so boring" me when I have to be formal to people

"Aw shucks... Well, gee, everyone's gonna perish from this ding-dang draining spell.. golly" KING WHERE DID THIS COME FROM BRO!?! I had to pause her to laugh at fucking "DING DANG"

KING!! DO NOT BREAK A PINKY SWEAR, THOSE ARE SACRED!! KING!

Eda!!!!!! RAINE!!! "I promised a special kid I'd protect you" AHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO FUCK

DON'T DO THIS TO ME, RAINE!!!

Welp. I guess Eda is now armless. OOO Does she get a prosthetic arm now??

COLLECTOR!! Why are you kinda cute, you are just a cute adorable little kiddo

WOAH GUYS!!!

You all best make a game called Owl House now, otherwise this kiddo is about to be pissed AND HE LOOKS POWERFUL

Collector.. buddy, you need the people ALIVE to play this (madeup) GAME!

WOAH WHAT HAPPENED TO HUNTER, WHAT WAS THAT DROP!?!

AMITY?! NO GET IN THE GOD DAMN DOOR, YOU TOO LUZ

KING!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO

"So happy I had you as a big sister" FUCK OFF, NOOOOOO DAMN IT

........................

WELL, at least Amity can meet Luz's mum now?

AND THAT IS IT FOR MY SEASON 2 EPISODE BLIND REACTIONS

Again, I missed so much out of this because, concise-ness reasons, but I still ended up writing so much here so, Sorry for the long post!

BUT I ALMOST CRIED! I am famous for not crying at shows, BUT THIS ALMOST GOT ME. Thinking about King's words "So happy I had you as a big sister" STILL gets me to teary stage. DAMN

THAT WAS SO GOOD, BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I will definitely post a more... cohesive and easier to understand post in actual sentences and not just screams BUT this is my honest true reactions

Again, I thank you to the people who have followed me through, it motivated me to keep updating? Which is great because WHEN I rewatch this, I am excited to go through these notes and go "AWW", so whilst I am unable to rewatch this show again for the first time, I CAN see how I reacted, which I think is quite nice, don't you?

Now we got the feelings out of the way, ONTO SEASON 3 EVERYONE! The final stretch of our (virtual) adventure!

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house season 2 spoilers #eda the owl lady #luz owl house #toh #toh spoilers #amity owl house #toh king #edalyn clawthorne #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #lilith the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh hooty #the owl house king #the owl house kikimora #toh darius #DARIUS!! my guy #the owl house darius #toh the collector #I may be missing a few tags #I talk a lot its difficult to tag correctly #long post #BIG NEWS

[godkilller]

i am juST SAYING HERE---- 🛑

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

AIZEN WAS STILL SLUGGISH FROM THE TOLLING EFFECTS OF AT LAST WIELDING HIS BANKAI, it seemed. It didn't help that their enemy was capable of likely unmaking Gin in the same blip of minimal thought that had gone into sealing his slit throat prior ---- Yhwach was something of a horror beyond anything Gin could properly comprehend. Intimidating, yet approachable in the sense that... he was some dreadful, unavoidable thing. A black hole sucking them inward, threatening to turn all to the swallowing dark that sought to cloak the world. Could Shinso even mark him, could it even pierce his skin? Going in, Gin hadn't fell prey to any delusion that he'd be more helpful than a mere decoy, a thing to dangle in front of Yhwach to make him strike so that Aizen could take advantage.

The Quincy King's Blut Vene seemed impenetrable, enough so that Yhwach already successfully flung the rogue Shinigami through a handful of structures in a sort of recoiling response to his armored aura being attacked. Gin could handle brushing off rubble from his midst, though it did still hurt, he was not so breakable now with the restoration of his peak health and the return of his right arm. Yhwach's defenses were formidable nonetheless, though Kamishini No Yari's bite could possibly be fast enough that the steeled skin or shielding aura couldn't manifest in time to protect its host.

It was worth a shot, especially after Yhwach went and blasted a hole into Aizen's chest.

❝ — hey! ❞ An unnecessary outcry, Gin knew, but anything to gain even half a second's worth of time ---- he aimed, he made sure that Aizen wasn't in the crossfire this time. A little backwards to then slash his sword out in defense of the man who he had once attempted -- no, succeeded to kill in a very similar fashion. Realistically, Gin knew that Aizen could regenerate the wound fairly fast. He also knew Yhwach was possibly the only remaining thing in existence that could wipe Aizen off the face of the universe. He didn't want to risk giving the Quincy King a chance to test that theory.

Yhwach moved in for another blow against the bloodied Aizen and thus Gin struck in tandem to intercept. When his blade swept across the great expanse of the invaded Royal Palace, Gin paid no mind to the collateral damages that Kamishini No Yari caused in the background. Pale towers collapsed, but it was Yhwach he sought to rend in two. For a brief blip he saw that black caped figure indeed separate with the wedging cut of his Zanpakuto. Yet, in the instant following, a blinked snap erased the deed and Gin was subsequently overshadowed by a volley of arrows zipping his way.

The crack of forceful gusts of power and wind that his blade caused when it retracted back to defend its wielder was deafening, a delayed roar of sound akin to the way thunder lurked through the sky following the swift dart of lightning. He swept the blade back out in another snapping shot in a wide arch to cut through the incoming volley, shattered light and shards of arrows came raining down in a sweep in the weapon's stead.

Another blip, and those arrows snapped into repair (or were they ever truly cut to begin with...?) a frustratingly sharp spark of panic ignited in Gin when he rushed to Shunpo out from the line of fire instead, dashing to narrowly avoid becoming skewered through the chest by the seemingly inevitable barrage. He hadn't attempted 'blocking' the blow for kicks, it was expansive, blanketing the entirety of the area Gin stood at -- those fast-traveling beams of blue were relentless and quick to overwhelm.

He was struck ---- ran through, to be exact, how an arrow glided in and out of skin and muscle alike like butter yielding to a hot knife. Struck, but Gin didn't have time to assess where, or how badly, just that the bite was akin to the jab of a needle, different from how Kyoka Suigetsu had run him through two years ago. This was cleaner. Perfect. It seemed Gin worked as a fine enough distraction whilst that telltale blur of orange hair proceeded to strike out against Yhwach, a grand slash that landed true, leading to a terribly stiff silence thereafter. He didn't remember falling down, didn't even stop to touch at the wound he sustained. And only with the grip that still slightly tinged and itched at his skin firmly holding onto his regenerated right arm did Gin realize he was being guided back onto his feet.

The entirety of Soul Society proceeded to celebrate, to collapse with relief, to mourn, to move toward recovery and rebuilding and all sorts of wondrous things whilst the two traitors vanished. Best to not linger and give the crippled Gotei 13 a chance to remember they needed to shove Aizen Sousuke back into Muken.

Their subsequent return to the vast outskirts, a safehouse tucked away, was near-immediate. Aizen's Sentan Hakuja was as empowered as the rest of his Kido, seemingly, and the massive leap between realms (albeit the Royal Palace was cracking through the fabric of realities at the time...) led them to the Rukongai. Effortless, despite their mutual bloodied states. Aizen's arm was already reformed, though his chest still suffered a slower rebound. Gin almost laughed out loud when the man gingerly touched against his bleeding side. Ah, that's where he got hit, then -- a bit difficult to discern amongst the chaos.

It was funny, getting fussed over whilst the man had a hole in his chest. But at this rate that was a state of normalcy between them, wasn't it? That wound was closing before Gin's eyes, anyway. Durable bastard.

❝ Gonna whip out your Bankai to fix this one, too, Sousuke? I'll be covered in gold at this rate. ❞ More of a tease than an actual ask; he wasn't dying from this, though he needed to stop the bleeding. Aizen seemed on top of that, a hovered hand emitting a low hot glow. Golden light as opposed to the standard green -- likely a token of his released powers prior.

❝ You didn't have to do that, Gin. ❞ Aizen spoke, healing away the residual ache as well. He was thorough, a glint of something in that one visible eye.

❝ I'm aware. ❞ A pause, and Gin swallowed down something in favor of electing for more sass. A grin, a playful tip upwards of his chin, and oh how they fell back into such trivial little bickers and snarks. Aizen's hand ceased its hovering, instead pressing to the Shinigami's mended side. Gin did not draw back, no matter the heat that subtly burned with that contact. If Aizen kept his touch intact perhaps Gin would become branded over the course of, say, ten or fifteen minutes? Another handprint to join the array of jagged scars and golden lines of repair that scattered across his body. The possession was mutual; ❝ But he crossed a line. Only I'm allowed to blast a hole'n your chest. ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: rogue ] endlessly i linger upon the edge of disappearance #[ ask meme ] #alright that one was a lil rough but heyoo. #[ dynamic: gin and aizen ] know this; either i devour you or you devour me

[the-vibes-are-off]

The Stormlight Archive Volume 1: The Way of Kings’ Review: Chapters 9-11

link to contents page - https://at.tumblr.com/the-vibes-are-off/hey-hey/96xd9ohihrzs

oh yeah I want to do these in chunks of four chapters yeah that’ll be nice .. WRONG no it wont bc part 1 is 11 chapters long :| *sigh* ig I’ll have to live with it. I have drank so much tea since I tested positive that I have 1 darjeeling tea bag left I could cry I need more someone send me more im begging pls. If anyone gives a shit about the Criminal Minds progress, I’ve watched 20 episodes since my review yesterday. 

ugh, I respect Brando setting everything out in satisfying chunks but like you should have seen just the utter defeat I experienced reaching the end of chapter 11 man ;-;. I’ll allow it because I really enjoyed this chunk....

Spoiler Free Zone: 

finally, FINALLY at the end of this chunk I am starting to like Mr Edgy Boy Kaladin more like I have finally realised that the reason I wasn’t liking him that much was because he felt so low energy so it made me low energy to read it because it didn’t fit how I thought his character should be and its finally getting out of that now *phew*

I liked the flashback chapter, it felt good to get some context on why Kal is the way he is and it finally makes sense. Deffo a connecting the dots on Kaladin section which feels great I really didn’t want to go the full series having some ick over him 

*** ABANDON ALL HOPE, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE ***

Spoiler Zone:

genuinely, at the start of this section all I could think was Kaladin needs a fucking break man, poor guy is absolutely slammed at every fucking corner like I just want to run him a bath and make him a cuppa. Like everyday hes acc just being rained on by a barrage of arrows and watching everyone die im not surprised he’d want to throw himself into the honour chasm i have wanted to do that over less

Living for his surgeon dad, he had the right idea. Maybe if he’d listen to papa about the whole fighting to save lives is like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder maybe Kal would just be a run of the mill surgeon saving lives and way of kings would be like greys anatomy (Kaladin the next McDreamy fr?????)

Syl is acc my fave as well shes so cute ;-; she rlly said Kal have cute leaf and its straight up poison skskks shes so me 

then to round all this up on the slay of Kaladin being like yeah I died, this is my vengeful spirit just fucks so hard pop off, as he should. Its nice to see him taking his life into his own hands finally some energy brought to his section 

Tab Count:

Cute <3 - 1

Fights - 0

Sad ;-; - 1

Death - 0 (Ik there was technically deaths but I’m only tabbing significant named characters or I think I’d run out of tabs)

Cool - 0 

Wtf moments - 0

Slay Quotes - 2 

Love this! - 0 

Hate this >:( - 0 

Lore - 0 

Tab Total:

Cute <3 - 4

Fights - 4

Sad ;-; - 2

Death - 2

Cool - 4

Wtf wow - 2

Wtf Why - 1

Slay Quotes - 5

Love this! - 5

Hate this >:( - 1

Lore - 2 (I forgot this on the last one :/)

#brandon sanderson #way of kings #stormlight archive #kaladin stormblessed #kaladin #book #book review #books #books and reading #fantasy #high fantasy #book tabbing #book annotations #english literature #literature #literature review

[threehousing]

storm ily please rant about thropes nonsensical worldbuilding and how they fucked up the noble hierarchy by having too many dukes <3

shyd. shyd.

IT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE AND I'M SO MAD. LISTEN. LISTEN.

So, in the irl historical uses of the european terms (since Fire Emblem uses European terms, that's what I'm referring to), there's a hierachy to noble titles which tends to be pretty similar across the board. The words differ slightly depending on the language, (some of which have the same root somewhere, which is neat) so like, marquis (french) and margrave (anglification of German markgraf) are different terms for similar positions.

So, using the terms fe does, USUALLY IT'S LIKE (and this is a simplification. I'm not an expert asfgk):

sovereign (I'm disregarding the differing positions of king vs emperor vs archduke here, bc its not relevent for 3 houses. obvs they're different irl, but it is irrelevant here)

(sovereign heir)

Duke

Marquis/Margrave - usually used for a noble with land on a border, so worth extra distinguishment. That's especially true of 'margrave' from what I can tell, but 'marquis' did originate from the same use (medieval latin "marca", meaning "borderland/frontier") i like language. ANYWAY.

Count

Viscount

Baron

Lord (as in 'of the Manor')

Now. NOW. There can obviously be multiple people in the same rank, barring sovereign and heir, but. Thropes did this funny thing where they were like: what if we added new nobles not mentioned at all in 3 Houses, with very promient titles that would imply they are high ranking.

Faerghus? So you got Duke Fraldarius - tracks, the Fraldariuses are the Blaiddyd's right hands - and Margrave Gautier - also tracks - implying the Gautiers and Fraldariuses are basicially the highest ranking noble families in Faerghus, apart from the royal family. Makes sense.

But what if we added a new Duke? said Koei Tecmo, Just to fuck with Storm, specifically?

So KT dropped not just one duke - IFAN - who up until now was never mentioned, which. A duke is pretty fucking important. Important enough to BE LABELLED ON THE PRE-EXISTING MAP, I'D SAY. Anyway. But not satisfied with this, they ALSO said hey. Why not just put a marquis in Faerghus? For funsies. A marquis. A title of different linguistic origin to margrave, but the same status? Margrave, as in, the established Margrave Gautier? Whatever, we worked out a fun linguistic thing with the Empire, which I actually love, but it's the principal of the thing.

So there I am, screaming into my pillow, trying desperately to make some semblence of sense out of these goddamn retcons, which is, we all know, a hopeless endeavour. But it bugs me. It bugs me SO MUCH.

NOT TO MENTION, they seemed to have made "Duke" Ifan's territory so, incredibly tiny. Like. A duke you say??? Sure.

They also added just. So many viscounts. So many counts. SO MANY. DEMOTE SOME OF THEM. Seven whole viscounts - four new ones - and five counts - two new ones - while there are only two barons. Demote some of these fuckers for the love of god. The political power balance is all outta whack.

Adrestia and Leicester were also not spared this. Leicester was gifted just. Too many viscounts (WHERE are the lesser lords? in the basement??). And while Adrestia has the most reasonable balance of barons there are still so. many. viscounts. Like who the fuck are the von Fenjas? von Fenja the fuck up.

I'm not even gonna talk about how it makes NO SENSE for Arundel to only be a "Lord" - he's the regent??? Obvs this is a Three Houses thing, not a Thropes thing, but are they telling me he didn't get a fancy title to go with that fancy land and fancy crown. intsys I'm gonna need 3 pages double sided of your thought process there. I know I know, they didn't think it through that thoroughly bc it doesn't actually matter, but what about me? will someone please think of me, left out in the rain, behaving very exceedly not neurotypical about this game??? 😔

#there's definitely typos here. i'll find them later shhh #pretend you don't see them #shyd i love how you like to crack open my brain and unleash the worms within #koei tecmo's poor writing got me actin UNWISE #storm.txt #thropes #another lore to haunt me #I'd make a rant tag but every time i post its some form of unhinged ranting #you know what you all signed up for <3

[starsfic]

Sequel to this Prompt (Jan 5th, 2023) But this time, Its Raeda (Evelyn Made toys for her Grandkids)

Warm lips pressed against Evelyn’s forehead. “Hey,” Caleb said, his voice a pleasant rumble against her forehead. Something clinked against the table with the smell of coffee. Caleb leaned back with the crumple of paper. “How is it going?”

“Not good,” Evelyn sighed. The papers scattered across the floor were enough proof of that. She picked up the cup to take a sip. The perfect combination of sugar met her tongue. However, not even good coffee could distract her. “I got Lily’s gift finished. But I’m stuck on Eda.”

Caleb nodded as he picked up Lily’s gift- a cute figurine of an owl-like animal in a small house. Evelyn had thought of it in a dream and it had taken much convincing for her to come back to bed. “Right, because of Raine?”

Raine was Eda’s date mate. The minute their granddaughter introduced them, Caleb and Evelyn had welcomed her into the family. “No, actually,” Evelyn picked up another figure. This one bore a striking resemblance to Eda, although her favorite red dress seemed to have merged with feathers and such, giving her a harpy-like look. “This one is Raine’s.”

“...what is it?”

“They wanted Eda as a harpy,” Evelyn said. Caleb blinked and she shrugged. Raine had looked embarrassed the moment they said and she didn’t want to bother the poor kid further. “I didn’t really ask questions.” She set Raine’s figure down to groan. “But I’m still stuck on Eda.”

Eda was a good kid. A troublemaker but smart, like Evelyn was as a kid. She had gotten insanely attached to Luz and Amity, to the point where she had given her granddaughter the girlfriends. Over the years Evelyn had even made the two witches friends for Eda, all of them now decorating Eda’s mantel.

But now she was out of ideas.

“I don’t wanna make another villain,” she said. “Philip nearly lost his mind when I based that one Belos figure after him. And I already did Eda,” Her granddaughter had been so happy when her request as a cool aunt mentor had been fulfilled.

“Hmmm…” Caleb leaned against the table. She could see the gears in his brain turn. Evelyn sipped her coffee as she watched him. She couldn’t help but soak up the sight. Ever since she met him, Caleb had been the greatest source of help. She couldn’t wait- “What about something not human?”

“What?”

“I don’t know? Make something that’s not human but is clearly…I don’t know, Luz’s little brother?” Caleb grabbed a sheet of paper. “Eda likes dogs, right? Make a weird…dog thing.”

Evelyn blinked as she thought. She could see where he was going with this…

“Yeah.” She began to sketch. It was abstract lines at first, but, slowly as her brain worked, she could see it. “A little dog-cat thing.”

“With a skull on his head!”

“With a skull on his head!” Evelyn could see it now! “And his name is…” She wrote it at the top. “King!”

She could see him now.

#Wittewife #Raeda #TOH #TOH AU #The Owl House #The Owl House AU #Evelyn Clawthorne #Caleb Wittebane #au #my writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

[memestockpile]

newsies (1992) feel free to change as needed. 

rise and shine.

wake up, [name], the world is waiting. 

that’s my cigar.

since when did you become my mother?

aw, stop your bawling. 

how’d you sleep?

the streets are full of fakes these days. 

you smell foul.

met this girl last night. 

for a buck, i might. 

ain’t it a fine life?

what’s your leg say? feel like rain?

hey, stupid, that ain’t news no more. 

why do i gotta be saddled with you?

i’m keeping my eye on you. 

stupid question. 

better choke it, before you need another patch. 

boy, ain’t nature fascinating when you’ve gotta walk?

just gimme half a cup. something to wake me up. 

we need a good assassination. 

i get better stories from the copper on the beat. 

dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma?

you ugly little shrimp!

you shouldn’t be calling people ugly little shrimps, unless you’re talking about the family resemblance. 

ride ‘em, cowboy!

don’t rush me, i’m perusing the merchandise. 

you calling me a liar, kid?

i don’t take charity from nobody. 

alright, i give up.

what do they call you, kid?

how old are you?

i don’t need you, pal. 

sixty-forty, or i forget the whole thing. 

i got a hot tip on the fourth, won’t waste your money. 

‘baby born with two heads’. must be from brooklyn. 

you give me headlines that would put a whirling dervish to sleep!

what is that deafening noise?

i want to know by tonight. 

you’re a natural, kid. you remind me of me -- and i can’t say any greater than that. 

our father taught us not to lie. 

it ain’t lying. it’s just improving the truth a little. 

you young miscreant! 

you wouldn’t kick me out without a kiss goodbye, would’ja?

where’ve you been, kid?

aren’t you the cutest little fella ever?

get that cake your mother’s been hiding in the cabinet. 

i’m alone, but i ain’t lonely. 

why should you only take what you’re given?

so that’s what they call a family. 

you missed your supper. 

bad idea, chief. 

alright, pipe down!

what have we here?

we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim. 

the world will know that this ain’t no game. 

so’s your old lady!

you don’t need money when you’re famous. they give you whatever you want. 

i gotta be either dead or dreaming. 

let’s get drunk. 

ain’t i pretty!

it’s my city. 

i’m the king of new york!

tomorrow, they may wrap fishes in it, but i was a star for one whole minute!

my name really gonna be in the papers?

spent a month there one night. 

maybe you lost your guts. 

don’t worry, i’ll carry you.

i don’t want nobody carrying me. 

you check the funny papers this morning?

this brain of mine, always making mistakes. got a mind of its own. 

you are so young...

he put an egg in his shoe and beat it.

sounds like you and [name] don’t do nothing but talk about me. 

just being with you makes me feel all kinds of extra. 

i’m dead! i’m in heaven! somebody give me a harp!

sometimes, the living is sweet. sometimes, there’s nothing to eat. but i always land on my feet.

i put on my best, i stick out my chest, and i’m off to the races again!

what’re we supposed to do to the bums? kiss ‘em? 

you win some, you lose some, my dear!

i said hands off the kid, you red-faced baboon!

talk and eat, right? on you, huh, pal?

they’re building some mighty good jails, these days. 

how ‘bout i roll it for you? double or nothing.

people think wars are about right and wrong. they’re not. they’re about power.

you bribing me? 

ring for my coach, will’ya? 

it’s past my bedtime. 

shut your mouth and listen!

you’re going to do exactly as i say. 

think over it in your cell. 

that hand is not ready to work. 

don’t be too hard on your friend. 

‘scuse me, sweetface. 

guess i can’t be something i’m not. 

be quiet and let me think. 

right or wrong ain’t worth a damn, now.

you thinking you’d like to take a shot at my schnozz, right? five to one says you can’t break it. 

you’re going to listen to me, boy. 

easy, lad! you don’t have to run, anymore. 

won’t be the same without you. 

i ain’t no good at writing and stuff, but i’ll be thinking of you. 

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Death Battle: Alternate Ending

*Just watched today’s Death Battle! I really liked it. I wasn’t too surprised at the outcome, but this is mainly just a fun little thing for me.*

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*Tripitaka and his disciples wait in a clearing for Wukong to come back*

Pigsy: Ugh, that freakin’ monkey’s taking forever! Can’t he jump around the world or something?

Sandy: Patience, Pigsy. I’m just thankful for a chance to catch my breath.

Dragon-Horse: Whinny. (Maybe he found whatever monster wants to kidnap Tripitaka this week and decided to be proactive for a change)

Pigsy: Yeah, you tell him, horsie!

*The Dragon-Horse rolls his eyes*

Sandy: Hey! Here he comes! And... who’s that with him? Is that a lion?

Pigsy: No- no, I think that guy is wearing a lion!

*Wukong and Herakles enter the clearing*

Wukong: Greetings, nerds! Meet my new pal Herakles!

Herakles: Greeting, honored friends.

*Tripitaka rises from his meditations and joins them*

Tripitaka: Ah, greetings, mighty warrior. Who might you be, and how did you come across our Monkey friend?

Wukong: Ah, it was awesome!

Herakles: Indeed! You see, I came across your monkey here atop a mighty mountain...

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~ Flashback ~

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Herakles: Ho there, ape. I require that divine fruit in your hands.

Wukong: Heh, sorry Hulk Hogan. I got it first, and my Master needs its strength for our quest.

Herakles, his interest caught: Quest? What manner of quest?

Wukong: Eh, get some fancy scrolls from the Buddah, achieve enlightenment, yadda yadda.

Herakles: And what is your stake in this journey, Ape.

Wukong: Ehheh, I kinda... sorta... beat up Heaven and Hell, ate all their shit... and, you know, tried to dethrone the Jade Emperor. Guess you could call this Community Service.

Herakles: Ah, a Quest for Redemption. I know that struggle well, monkey.

Wukong: Cool! *jumps off his cloud* Say, you look pretty strong! You wanna have a spar?

Herakles: A marvelous idea! However, I warn you, I will not go easy on you. For I am Herakles! The God of Strength and Perseverance!

Wukong: Sweet! Cause I’m Sun Wukong, the Monkey King and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

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Tripitaka: And so you fought?

Herkales: Indeed! This monkey was a mighty foe!

Wukong: Heh, don’t sell yourself too short, Herk. You really pushed me hard!

Sandy: So that was that Earthquake we felt earlier.

Pigsy: *crapping his pants now that there seems to be someone else as strong as Wukong out there*

Wukong: Yup! Herk punched me right into Hell... literally!

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~ Flashback 2: Electric Boogaloo ~

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*Hades enters his throne room, seeing Wukong lying on the ground and a hole in the ceiling, leading all the way to the living world*

Hades: Well... that’s a new one. Raining monkeys.

*Wukong gets up, a little dazed but none the worse for ware*

Wukong: Damn, that one really made my bell ring. *he looks up at Hades* Hey, you got a Water Bottle or something?

Hades: All our water either kills you, gives you amnesia, or is blood.

Wukong: Eh, gimme some of the blood.

*Herk lands through the hole he created*

Herakles: Oh, hello Uncle Hades.

Hades: Hello Herakles. Are you here to play with Cerberus again? He’s missed you.

*distant sound of a Three-Headed good boy barking*

Herakles: Not today Uncle, this OP monkey and I are having a match.

Wukong: Sun Wukong’s the name, Bullshit magic is the game.

Hades: Wait, you mean the same Sun Wukong who beat up my Easter Colleagues and erased his name from the ledgers of death?!

Herakles: You managed that? Incredible! Almost as incredible as that time I wrestled Death itself into submission.

Hades: Ugh, don’t remind me. Thanatos still scream whenever I try to wat WWE.

Wukong: *whistles in appreciation* Dang! That’s impressive. Now, where were we?

Herakles: I was winning a fight against a mouthy monkey!

Wukong: Winning, you must have a worse attention span than me. Cause if I remember right *uppercuts Herk so hard he makes another hole to the Living World* I was winning. *somersaults after him*

Hades: Well... I guess the place needed a skylight.

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Sandy: Impressive! But, who won?

Herakles: We’re getting there, giant.

Wukong: See, It turns out, I socked Herk so hard we ended up in Heaven!

Herakles: Heaven the place. Not Heaven as in the arms of my loving wife, Hebe.

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~Flashback 3: This time It’s personal~

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*The Jade Emperor is minding his own business when Herakles blasts up through his floor and slams against the ceiling*

Jade Emperor: Fucking Hell- AGAIN WITH THIS SHIT?!

Herakles: *falls from the ceiling and lands on his feet* Well met, mighty King. Did a monkey with a staff fly in after me.

J.E: Shit, I knew Wukong was behind this somehow.

*Wukong land in the throne room*

Wukong: Howdy, Jadey old Buddy! I see you've met Herakles.

J.E: Herakles... the same Herakles who held up the sky and vanquished an army of Divine Giants.

Herakles: Ah! Then words of my heroics have spread even here!

Wukong: Dude, you held up the sky? That’s so cool! I did that too!

Herakles: You’re an impressive monkey. Now, shall we resume?

Jade: Try not to kill him, Buddha forbid you make me happy.

Wukong: Aw, he’s such a kidder.

*Herakles sucker punches Wukong and sends him flying. With a merry laugh Herakles leaps after him*

*A servant enter and sees a sulky Jade Emperor amidst the carnage*

Servant: Wukong?

J.E: Wukong. And apparently he has an equally OP friend now.

Servant: I’ll prepare the Heavenly Booze.

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Pigsy: Hah! Nice.

Sandy, eating some magically manifested popcorn: So who won?

Tripitaka: And how did we not notice this?!

Wukong: Well, you see, we fought all over the place! High, low, left and right. I threw my Clone Army at him but Herk just smacked ‘em all around.

Herakles: I shot him with the Hydra Venom arrows, but it didn’t even kill him. It slowed him down, but didn’t stop him completely.

Wukong: Still hurts like crap.

Herakles: Sorry.

Wukong: Anyway, eventually we just K.O.’d each other.

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~Flashback 4: The Pre-Side-Sequel~

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*Wukong and Herakles both come to, naked and in a hot spring*

Herakles: Huh, not the first time I’ve woken up without my pants in a hot spring.

Wukong: True that. But, uh, I recognize this place. This is-

???: My home.

*the two look up to see the Merciful Bodhisattva Guanyin standing over them, a stern expression on her face. Moksha stands nearby with a shit eating grin*

Wukong: Guanyin! I, uh, I didn’t-

Guanyin: Peace, Sun Wukong. I see you’ve met Herakles. I was hoping you two would get along as well as you have.

Herakles: Huh, but... wait... you’re the one who sent me to find that Divine Truth in the first place!

Wukong: Eh? Hey, what’s the big idea!

Guanyin: Sun Wukong, I’d like you to meet your newest traveling companion and playmate.

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Tripitaka: Truly?

Herakles: Indeed! It seems Guanyin wants me as a witness to your great quest. And to help hold Wukong’s leash.

Wukong, muttering: Playmate, she says. I don’t need no stinkin’ playmate.

Sandy: Well, I for one welcome our newest brave adventurer!

Pigsy: And I welcome anyone who can kick Wukong’s butt!

Wukong: Horse, if you will.

*The Dragon-Horse kicks Pigsy in the head*

Wukong: Thank you.

Tripitaka: Well, I welcome you on our travel, Herakles.

Herakles: Indeed. Now, let us begin again, on our:

Wukong and Herakles: JOURNEY TO THE WEST!

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Winner: Friendship!

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