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*Wednesday is subjective and can last up to 36 hours due to insomnia. Wednesday starts on Wednesday and ends when the author passes out sometime later.
The Rules + Notes
Only Malec prompts accepted
It’s okay to prompt another chapter for an existing fic, even the oneshots. There is a chance i won’t be able to or want to fill it, but i’m always willing to consider. Just be polite.
I write a lot of dark stuff, so feel free to specify if you want to avoid something or want something specific.
I really do enjoy just the fun of building a fic from a single word, but I’m also happy to try and tackle any longer and more complex prompts.
If your prompt isn’t filled the week it’s sent it, I’m still going to write it. I always respond to an ask to explain why I won’t fill it if I’m not going to.
If I can’t/wont fill a prompt, I’ll post it and explain and say it’s okay to send another.
prompts are only open on writing wednesdays or if i specify otherwise (this was changed because of how many prompts i get easy wednesday and thats the specific prompt day)
feel free to ask me if i've got your prompt but please know it sometimes takes time to get to all of them and I write verses based on the mood I’m in
I don’t post all of my fic fills to ao3 but I do try to do about half of them. Posting takes a lot of spoons and I generally end up adding more to the fics when I post them so it takes a bit.
I want it very clear that I do this because it’s fun and healthy for me and everyone who prompts is super sweet and I don’t do it to get feedback from prompters (but I always enjoy it)! It's really just worth it to me for the expression of shared art. Because I wouldn’t write half of the fun stories I love creating and exploring without the prompts from others to tickle my thoughts.
However, my partner and I are very protective about my mental health and I have social anxiety to the degree that I sometimes still need my handheld after strangers talk to me so I don't go rolling into a blanketball and scream.
If you are rude, I will sic my boyfriend @saeths (who is an asshole) on you and they will happily come down like a blistering gust of burning wind from an out of control wildfire. Seriously, they think it’s fun to fuck with people and they’re very protective. {i have npd and a lack of acceptable targets -saeth}
They would enjoy it, except the part where it made me upset.
So don’t make me upset and I won’t set saeth on anyone.
Also saeth and i tend to flirt in posts on our blogs back and forth. so if you don’t want to see that because you’re here for fics and want to avoid it the tag is always ‘saeth & kitten’
- Lumine
The Author likes to write
darkly!soft romance
magical realism & magical flora and fauna
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (3DNE)
Magnus/Cat/Ragnor friendship
Exploring the eldritch and angelic natures of nephilim and the fallen divinity of greater demons
Alec’s Institute and shadowhunters being competent
creature!character fics
soulmates
The Author won't write
non-con/rape
cheating
major character death
hurt no comfort
sad endings
any main pairing besides malec
mpreg/kidfic
camille centric fics
non-magical mundane/shadowhunters inverted au’s
Verse List (under cut)
this eldritch delight – soft-horror malec (Alec is the Trueblood heir, Addams Inspired)
star eater – sentient!shadow Alec Trueblood au
the agony of living – chronic!pain alec
Elysiums Tears – Alec is cursed with visions of the future(s)
all your cracks I’ll paint gold – deruned Alec
the bonds i'd break – all your cracks i'll paint gold au
in his wake, petals fall – Alec loves flowers and Magnus loves indulging him
cider verse – Alec and Magnus are in a secret relationship since before canon
pray to the hunters – Alec worships dead shadowhunters instead of Raziel
the price of lust – Manipulative dark Magnus
a stolen blade – assassin!alec au soulmates
dressed to kill – mob!wife Alec
flames of triumph – Phoenix Magnus & unicorn Alec
ripples of magic – Sentient Institute & wards
in the light of the night – Alec hunts circle members to feed the angelic core
the core of me belongs to you – Alec is the institute
rituals & souls – Magnus summons an alec for himself after meeting the possibility of him
to find, to yield – power imbalance, dominion magic
the frost of fury – competent Alec takes no shit in his institute
to break with fate – the circle wins
all my fears forgotten – alec has amnesia
like real people do – dragon!alec
saint & sinners – shadowhunter!magnus & mentor/mentee
hoarfrost kiss on lips aflame – nephilim are more eldritch than mundane and it presents in the most chilling of ways
heartbeat like fire – sentinel!magnus & guide!alec
spoils of war – Alec is a political hostage disguised as a groom
devotion across worlds – Alec Trueblood (sentient shadows) is summoned to another universe and mistaken as an angel
marriage of inconvenience – Magnus marries Alec to save him from marrying Clary
running from my dreams – alec has to work through past trauma when the Institute is poisoned
walls of adoration, claws of desperation – Magnus and Alec are pre-canon secret relationship. alec is older in this fic, he's 7 years older than izzy and was raised by trueblood grandparents
bleed for desire – Magnus is king of the east coast and happily steps in to take care of newly born vampire Alec
art of obsession – au of bleed for desire (instead alec ends up falling into Edom and Magnus decides to keep him there for a bit and go on vacation for a bit)
your heart is full of jewels – alec is mistaken by mundanes as a sugar baby
an extension of you – alec is known as belonging to magnus' and that means something for downworlders
not all that glitters is gold – dragon!magnus with a lot of kink and monsterfucking
for you the world will burn – maryse isn't a good person, but she is a good mother and that is sometimes the more dangerous combinations
finders keepers – alec ends up in another universe and that magnus decides to keep him
feral sweetness, like honeycomb – incompetent shadowhunter and Alec deals with them and Magnus is there watching *its how they meet
soulfire – magnus summons another magnus bane to help him save his soulmate. magnus/alec/magnus
flames so cold they shatter – alec gets the lightwood family gift and remains the lightwood heir... and the only lightwood left
to tremble from your gaze – BDSM verse, dom!magnus and sub!alec
the craft of adoration– alec manipulates his way into magnus' arms
the most fragile of poisons – magnus pretends to be a damsel in distress, aka enjoying overprotective alec
undertow – kelpie!alec au with accidental courtship and BDSM
the treasure of kings – alec and magnus aren't impressed to find that lilith's son takes after his mother (aka wants to bang a lightwood)
the same sky – malec time travel to back a few years before canon, both of them
a warlock's hoard – a/b/o universe, omega/omega malec
to be or knot to be – a/b/o universe, alpha/alpha malec (look it was punny, i couldn't knot use it)
the worth of a life – asmodeus asks for the parabatai bond instead of magnus' magic to save jace
the desecration of souls – lilith has a claim to alec as her son thanks to valentine's experiments
the bonds i'd break – au of 'all your cracks i'll paint gold' where alec takes a chance and steal leaves nephilim/shadowhunter society but keeps his runes
guided by my unchained heart – alec resigns from the institute when jace is made hoti and goes to magnus
the taste of his magic – dragon!alec and magnus (he can shift into a cat) meet because alec can't keep his claws off of magnus' garden
(i'm trying to add some stuff but saeth will come back and fix it!)
#malec#shadowhunters#prompt request#writing wednesday#long post#request rules#art by saeth#lumine writes#lumine rants about words#writing wednesdays
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Thai QL Favorites Tag Game
Tagged by @telomeke and @chickenstrangers - thank you for inviting me to play! I had to keep reminding myself this is for Thai shows only, because I kept trying to include Japanese bls, my beloveds. But I got it now and I wrote way too much, as I am wont to do. :)))
Favorite Thai QL: I was just talking with @waitmyturtles about the distinction between favorite and best in comparing two major Thai bls–I Told Sunset About You and Bad Buddy. For me, ITSAY is objectively the best Thai bl ever made, in terms of its quality, fidelity to its vision, and execution of its story and themes. But Bad Buddy is my favorite. It is not without its flaws, but it is peak storytelling and it does my absolute favorite thing in any romance–it gets the couple together early in the story and lets me live in their relationship and see how they would navigate the many challenges coming their way while protecting their relationship. I’m not sure any other Thai ql drama will ever top it for me (but please do keep trying, Thailand).
Favorite pairing: *steps on soap box, taps mic* The branded pairing system in Thai ql, while good for marketing and (sometimes) for actor relationships/chemistry and job security, is a hindrance to art and severely limits the storytelling capabilities of Thai dramas. I am not opposed to pairs who choose it working together across multiple projects, but I absolutely hate the real person shipping culture it encourages and the restrictions it places on some actors and productions. I have seen some positive signs of a loosening around these restrictions–like Earth and Mix both being allowed to play intimate scenes with other actors in Moonlight Chicken–but it still prevents actors from having more freedom to try different projects and often results in poor casting choices because everything has to be worked around a set pair instead of a more organic casting process.
Ahem. All of that said, I think if I had to name a pair I like best and am most comfortable with, it would be Off and Gun. They work well together, their shows only get better over time, they don’t do the performative shit where they pretend they might be dating, and they seem to have a strong friendship and comfortable dynamic that insulates them somewhat from the worst of the shipper nonsense. I am very much looking forward to Cooking Crush.
Most underrated actor: Fluke Pusit. If The Warp Effect and A Boss and a Babe didn’t convince GMMTV that this man is ready to headline his own drama, I don’t know what will!
Favorite main character: Teh, I Told Sunset About You and I Promised You the Moon. Yes, both shows, and before you all come yell at me: I SAID WHAT I SAID. As I’ve mentioned before, Teh is a masterpiece of mess. He loves deeply and obsessively, he is passionate and mercurial in the extreme, and he is just as likely to crush you as he is to make your heart soar. In the category of emotional intensity he is unbeatable. He is fascinating to watch, and he is both infuriating and entirely legible, because every thought, feeling, and impulse are right there on his sleeve for you to see. He’s a legendary character crafted by brilliant writers and portrayed by one of the most talented young actors in Thailand, and I love him!
Favorite side character: I am cheating and naming two: our favorite gay uncles Cheep and Dej from My Ride. I know @bengiyo feels me on this one. I love their relationship dynamic where they are constantly (lovingly) nagging at each other, I love the way they care for Mork, I love the delight they take in raising and guiding baby gays, and I even love their bad flashback wigs.
Favorite scene in a QL: Teh and Oh-aew, on the floor, end of episode 3 of ITSAY. You know the one. I will never forget the raw intensity of that scene or the way I literally stopped breathing the first time I saw it. Holy shit. Honorable mention to Bad Buddy rooftop kiss, but I figure almost everyone else is going to talk about that one.
Favorite line in a QL: Ya know, when I think about great lines of dialogue, my mind invariably goes to Japanese and Korean dramas. I think that’s mostly because of my own language limitations and translation issues - Thai to English is tough and we get a lot of awkward subs as a result. But one I will always remember is from Love Sick, when Noh says to Phun: “It’s a terrible feeling, not knowing where the line between us is, isn’t it?”
Because woof, yes Noh it is!
Most anticipated QL (& why): Joining the chorus for Only Friends, because I usually love Jojo’s shows and I am here for a good time. I am also really happy we’re finally getting some Thai historicals, and am very much hoping I Feel You Linger in the Air will be great.
Healthiest relationship in a QL: This is a tough one because these are romance dramas, which means most of the romances are unhealthy by design, because that’s what the plot is about! You mostly see healthy relationships in the sides who are there to impart their wisdom (like Three and Zo in A Boss and a Babe). I will use this excuse to give a shout out to Patts from La Pluie, however, for modeling honest communication through most of the show (which was not reciprocated, which is what made the relationship unhealthy and led to the big conflict). Listen to La Pluie and communicate with your partners, fam!
Most toxic relationship in a QL: I don’t know if it’s the most toxic, but I was just talking to @bengiyo @neuroticbookworm and @wen-kexing-apologist about how much I hate the relationship dynamic that @absolutebl calls “Tom and Jerry.” This is where one person relentlessly chases the other as they vocally resist, often via negging and bullying. This came up in our My Ride discussion about Toy and Boss, and it’s also the dynamic of the main couple in My Engineer, which is why I don’t really like that drama despite Ram and King. I HATE THE TOM AND JERRY DYNAMIC SO MUCH. I don’t think it’s cute, I don’t think it’s funny, and I don’t root for these couples.
Guilty pleasure series: I don’t feel guilty about my pleasures. :)
Most underrated series: Make it Right. I finally watched this recently thanks to @waitmyturtles and @bengiyo and it was so much better than I expected. I have written about both seasons and how much joy I got out of my watch despite the undeniable messiness of the show. This one deserves more respect as a Thai bl legacy show that paved the way for many others.
Tagging @shortpplfedup @ginnymoonbeam @so-much-yet-to-learn @blmpff @troubled-mind @rocketturtle4 @lurkingteapot @nieves-de-sugui @syrena-del-mar @emotionallychargedtowel @slayerkitty @callipigio in case you want to play.
Feel free to ignore if not and definitely don’t feel obligated to write whole ass essays just because I’m a wordy b. :)
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The TTRPG NPC Tournament Round 2: Greggor Handson vs. Halcyon
Images are in the order of the poll! Image ID included, click to see the full image please!
(Only an image of Halcyon was submitted for this poll)
More about each NPC below the cut!
Character 1
Name: Greggor Handson
Party: The Bomb Squad
Relationship to party: "Healer"
What makes them the best NPC:
Every party needs a healer. If you don’t have one, you better get one one. And if you are on a budget, Greggor Handson can be yours! Greggor was exiled from polite society and lives in an abandoned castle, but his rates are low low low and his survival rates are high high high! Better yet, he wont ask you any questions! Are your burn marks related to the explosion at the Duke’s palace? Does your description match a group wanted by the law? Greggor doesn’t care! Greggor just wants the opportunity to work on your body and maaaybe make an improvement here or there. Don’t worry! All new eyes have dark vision and the risk of infection is minimal.
Greggor prides himself not only in the quality of his work, but also his service. His appearance IS off putting, there is absolutely NO getting around it. But be assured all alterations to his body were made by Greggor himself. That he is somehow still alive is a testament to his abilities. Could a “sane” but only moderately talented healer make such radical modifications and survive? No! As Greggor himself would say, when given the choice between sanity and ability, “thanity is grothely overethtimated, theheheh”. His contagious enthusiasm for his work and frank bedside manner is what sets him apart. As Greggor would say, “I gif mythelf four thumbth up! Any more ith medically unnethethary – and I thould know! I’m a doctor.”
Quote:
"You were more than my paithenth, you were my friendth," Greggor's last words.
To learn more about Greggor Handson, check out the extra propaganda in his tag here!
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Character 2
Name: Halcyon
Party: Ambiscade Gang
Relationship to party: Weird friend and homie who was supposed to be a minor antagonist
What makes them the best NPC:
Halcyon looks and acts like she belongs in a 2006-America shopping mall. She is an incredible thief and has tall energy despite being a short king. She has a valley girl-ish accent but also sounds like she smokes three packs a day. Halcyon has the most insane weed strains in the world and also a weird-former-highschool-girlfriends thing with a friend of the party. She joined her current thieves' guild to spite her mom who runs another thieves' guild. She wants cars to exist so she can be a drunk driver. She's my everything.
Quote:
"AYOO"
To learn more about Halcyon, check out the extra propaganda in her tag here!
#round 2#greggor handson#halcyon#polls#dungeons and dragons#d&d#dnd#dnd oc#dnd npc#ttrpg#pathfinder#powered by the apocalypse#dnd stuff#dnd character#character tournament#oc tournament#homebrew#d&d 5e
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I agree byler tunnel vision is very real. I genuinely find myself rolling my eyes at half the posts in the tag despite still being a byler.
But just to clear some things up, the shirt El wears in s4 is in fact a shirt of Mike’s. In a bts video with Millie trying on El’s costumes for the season, she says that this could be a shirt of Mike’s that she got from him at some point, as most of the clothes she has were given to her from various characters. There’s even a shirt she wears at the end of s4 that fans speculated was Lucas’ from s1 cuz they look similar.
Mike in the s5 leak is essentially wearing a shirt that looks like his own shirt, not El’s, because the shirt El wore was his. Polo stripes has been his thing more than the other characters. So I don’t think him wearing it has as much to do with El as much as it has to do with himself and his own style during the show. I don’t read it as byler coded either like most of the tag seems too. All I’m getting is Mike wearing a style he’s worn a handful of times.
And I know some milevens were insistent that it was the exact same shirt, which is why some bylers were pointing out it couldn’t be because El wore it in Lenora, meaning it would have been impossible for Mike to be wearing it in s5.
right, i forgot about the fact that the shirt el wore was originally mikes— im rusty on my bts lore since its been so long, whoops. but the point i was making still stands. i know weve been in a drought for such a long time, and any content feels like a major development, but we still need to be aware and realize that not everything related to mike and will (and not everything in the entire show either since we have a bit of a problem of making everything about them) is byler related. im glad you see that too, anon, since most of the tag ends up being cornplating and gets difficult to take seriously sometimes.
we have a LOT of good evidence but taking literally every aspect of the show and twisting it into being byler proof destroys our credibility and makes byler seem like every other ship that ended up just being fans over analyzing, despite the fact that weve got a bunch of genuine stuff behind it. we put way more importance behind byler than is really there— its only one of many plot points and making everything about them has gotten kind of tiring. we need to consider every view point instead of insisting that everything has to be pro-byler— and yes, i mean even considering pro-mileven things. because if the evidence really disproves it, then you wont need to be scared of it not being and avoiding the possibility entirely.
#sorry anon i got rambly and sorta deviated from the point of the ask#im just very tired of some of the stuff our community does yknow#byler#stranger things
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Crystal Clear on a Starlit Night
warnings/notes: the time has come. I wrote for Enji. I wrote for Dabi. it's time for our icyhot bean to shine 🥺 this time, it's inspired by a song again! <3 Like the rest of his family, making a family is hardcoded into his dna 🥺 ya'll already have one kid, and this is your second pregnancy...guess who gets to tell Dad the news? :3 Sho's POV, C/N means child's name, and P/N means parent name aka Mom, Dad, Parent, etc. He also has a himbo moment 😂 P.S its hinted he has some form of Achromatopsia (partial or total absence of color in vision) if u squint, so you can pretend he can't see color if you want 🥰
Underage characters are Aged Up!
MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇
~Masterlist~
Tags: @dynamightsdaydream
he promised he'd love you forever <3
It was the pro-hero's rare time off. As per usual, he took to sleeping in. In the morning he'd sensed you and the little one sneaking about, going about your daily business-this day, earlier than usual. He heard a pair of familiar small feet patter down the hallway, pausing before his and your bedroom door.
"Okay." C/N whispers, their voice nearly inaudible. He could hear something underlying in their tone, "Dad's still asleep." they whisper as they close the cracked open door as quietly as possible, and patter off. An amused, sleepy smile creeps onto his features as he turns his head. He stares at the closed door for several moments.
You two were planning something weren't you?
Eyelids threaten to close as he decides he'll find out what you two were up to after a bit. Just ten more minutes, he thinks...and he falls into a dream.
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"Shoto?" he hears you call from a different room, and he opens his eyes, having drifted off. Your voice was still the most beautiful, even at the age of 65, having been married to him for decades. He still thanks his lucky stars, crystal clear on a starlit night, to this day.
Yours and his was a love story of a lifetime, and when he sees the kids helping you through the door, his heart palpitates in his ribcage at the sight. That dress, in which you and him swore to love eachother forever, the oath repeated between the both of you for many, many years. That dress, in which you and him said 'I do,' with the world as witnesses.
"Dad?! Dad! Don't faint on us! You promised!" he hears his eldest, their voice grounding him as he started becoming lightheaded. A soft smile graces his aged features as he pulls himself up, a breathy chuckle escaping him.
"I won't, I wont." he soothes, taking a few steps to you. "Beautiful." he says, his hands intertwining with yours. "Divine." he says, bringing your beautifully aged hands up, kissing each of your knuckles. "Just as perfect as I remember." he says, his smile growing at your giggles.
"When did you first know?" you ask him, and he instantly knew what you meant, your beautiful visage positively glowing, while everything else began to blur.
It was at this point he vaguely knew he was dreaming. "I always knew, my love." he says, feeling himself begin to sink. "Dad. Dad!" he heard his eldest call out to him as you turned into a beautiful, bright star.
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He groans, the sound cut off as a jolts awake from C/N flopping on top of him. "Daaaaaaad! Wake! Up!!" they whine loudly, and a hoarse, groggy 'I'm up' passes his lips as he lifts a hand to rub at his eyes.
"Guess what, guess what?!" they say grandly, bouncing up on the mattress giddily. He hums up at them, a small smile of amusement gracing his lips. "I'm gonna be the oldest...!" they gasp out in awe.
"Now, now, C/N." he hears you chide from the doorway, and he turns his head to you as C/N whines to you at length; "Buut! PP/NNN!"
You chide at them, and they sulkily scoot off the bed as he spies a familiarly shaped folder in your hand. "But I'm getting (a) younger siiiblingg(s)!" C/N whines as they patter up to you.
He's up now, if he wasn't before, grabbing a hold of the comforter and throwing it across the bed with a little too much strength, his quirk subconsciously reacting in kind at his surprise wake-up call, freezing the fabric solid as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.
"You're pregnant?" he asks, his heterochromatic hues wide. You giggle, so sweetly, just like in his dreams, as he stands and steps towards you. "You're pregnant?" he asks again, eyeing the folder you hand to him. "Yes, baby." you smile, giving him a soft peck as he opens the folder, his heart thudding in his ribcage enthusiastically.
"P/N!" he hears C/N-his eldest child, those words bringing a smile to his features as he sees the print of the ultrasound. For the second time, you've given him the joy of growing a family.
"Dad froze the bed, again!" they tattle, "Daaad!" the yanking of his pajamas bringing him back to reality. He reaches down to pick them up-it's second nature, at this point, really. He plants a kiss on their forehead, then leans to press one onto your lips. "Ew!" comes C/N's usual reaction, bringing a chuckle from you.
"In all your gorgeous colors, I promise...that I'll love you, for the rest of my life." he says to you, earning that beautiful flush of your cheeks, your lips curled up into an absolutely glowing smile. C/N puffs up their cheeks and groans. "Daaad! You! Froze the! Bed again!" they eventually shout frustratedly, catching his gaze. He then turns to see that he had indeed froze the bed again. "I'll fix it." he says, hoisting the child down. "No, you gotta--you gotta fix it, in a spspsp-fic way!" they lisp, not used to the word. "P/N says!" they say boisterously, following him to the bed as you laugh from your spot.
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#bnha#todoroki shouto x reader#shouto todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#inspo'd by a song fic#Spotify
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Tag people you want to get to know better game thing!
Ty @toads-treasures for the tag i will honor it with my life.
Tagging @surumarssi @creatureactivist @sodalover @pitl0ver si quieren
Last Song: Magnetic by Waterparks (i'm going to see them in a week!)
Currently Watching: Four different things lol 1) Neon Genesis Evangelion (rewatch) bc i'm gonna watch End of Evangelion w a friend over spring break. 2) Black Lagoon - kinda mid but pretty fun. I like how Revy has Gun Autism and belligerent sexual tension with every other woman in the show 3) Dungeon Meshi. very nice to chill eat dinner while watching the Monster Food Show. 4) Scavengers Reign - soooo good. What if you were marooned on the most beautiful scifi horror planet ever. Alien ecosystem that hates you is one of the most creatively designed things ive ever seen
Three Ships: hmmmm i feel like i think less abt ships now than i did a few years ago. That said,
Asa x Denji (Chainsaw Man manga) - ohhhhh my god its so good. this is mostly bc Asa is one of my favorite characters ever but their cringeboy x failgirl dynamic is peak. theres also the impending doom which totally wont happen if i look over here.
Anthy x Utena (Revolutionary Girl Utena) - the blueprint. i can't talk about them here this post would reach novella length. go watch Utena legitimately the best show ive ever seen.
Shinji x Kaworu (NGE) - whenever i get sad i post this to my instagram story
Favorite Color: her...
Currently consuming: Priory of the Orange Tree (book, good), The Magnus Protocol (podcast, good), Kill Six Billion Demons (webcomic, goated)
First Ship: The first thing i shipped in any way relating to internet fandom was Pharah x Mercy (overwatch). The first fictional relationship that i really liked and thought about tho is probably Percy and Annabeth. PJO numero uno campeao do mundo
Place of Birth: Northeast USA
Current Location: 39.644727°N, 76.745757°W
Last Movie: DUNE PART 2 ITS SO GOOD RAHHHH
Currently working on: I have several writing projects that are neat but are not getting finished, but primarily three things: 1) scifi project ive been working on since i was 15. I think ive managed to stay true to the original vision (star wars ripoff) while also making it somewhat good. 2) Newish high fantasy project born out of worldbuilding a four-gender system. I like how the magic system intertwines with gender i like the theme of cycles and how to break them, but ive still got a long way to go. 3) Long scifi short story about a clash of oppressive societies via toxic yuri. almost done!
Writing: I'm assuming this means completed. Several small things i don't care too much about, and one pretty good short story about a spaceship AI having a Transgender Moment (1 dead many injured)
Art: discord whiteboard akiangel. they're in love btw.
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I haven’t even done it yet. But… I know you have 10 facts! But also you can also just list 10 facts about anything you find interesting!
Ghost Mutuals Tag Game 🦇 Send this to the last ten Ghesties in your notifications, then reply here with ten facts about yourself! Let's get to know each other!
okaaaaaay ill try to come up with 10 facts...
1. i have a wonderful little elderly cat who i love dearly even though she bites me every day. shes my dewdrop muse. she has a water ghoul name too
2. i wont say exactly what i do at work because its kind of specific but the general idea is i make computer programs that are used to modify peoples teeth
3. i almost got a minor in something so specific i feel like it would reveal what school i went to, but its stuff about light and color and vision and perception. i took all the classes but was too lazy to actually do the paperwork. my major (and the subject of my masters) was computer science
4. during college i did an internship at a company everyone ive ever told the stories to says is basically a knockoff version of theranos (i.e. a huge fraud). it was miserable but so funny in retrospect
5. im not a vegetarian but i barely ever eat meat. i was a vegetarian for maybe 5 years as a teenager but i became too obsessed with checking for secret meat products in things and had to stop
6. i lived in australia for 6 months. i arrived there with more organs than i had when i left
7. i can move my clasped hands from in front of me to behind me over my head without letting go and without doing any specific trick with my elbows
8. i drive a purple car (but its really dark and looks black unless its in the sun). i found it by going on a car website and seeing the option to filter by color and immediately clicking purple like some sort of child but its actually a great car
9. i wear almost the same clothes every day like a cartoon character. black t shirt + black sweatpants or jeans depending on the situation + black denim jacket when going out unless its too hot
10. i died (or rather, became dead) when i was 24 years old. it wasnt very exciting i just suddenly realized i could feel my organs liquefied inside me. i dont think i ever came back to life. this has been very influential on my identity
#thank you this was fun actually#a little scary though#i keep telling myself theres nothing truly incriminating on this blog if someone happens to find me#implicit age reveal too maybe based on other things ive said#it literally does not matter i know this but im paranoid in weird ways
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GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS this is teainabowl AND IM BACK WITH MORE NONSENSE AS PROMISED. family crisis almost averted?? i havent slept in 2 days but lmao who cares. (you cant see me rn but i want you to know that im doing a happy little jump skip dance as im writing this)
BECAUSE!!!!! ok. lets talk about genderbending in fandom. i think what usually gives me the ick in those fics is they do nature vs nurture wrong??? like a lot of the time they’ll just change the NATURE of the character and use the different gender as an excuse which. idk idk it runs me the wrong way. BUT QUENN!!! shes very much still theon?? just, nurtured differently. am i making sense? i have been traumatized by some bio-essentialism bs in the past when trying to look into similar fics bc i love gender fuckery PEOPLE JUST DONT GET IT LIKE I DO (or you, appearantly hkdhhfjh i love your story it means so much to me)
and asoiaf is SUCH a gendered world??? like it has so much untapped potential where even a single characters gender can have SO MUCH IMPACT (can you imagine if joffrey had been a girl?? or if sansa had been a boy???)
but what originally started my spiel was the realization that jon wouldnt have gone to the nights watch if he was a girl. and. what then?? slightly horrifying tbh, and makes me wonder if one of the other character had been male (read; they had been given more agency and autonomy in their lives) what would have changed???
but back to jon, bc then i immediately thought, ok, lets backtrack a bit, who would jon even BE. bc a lot of jons character revolves around his (lack of) a relationship with catelyn, his siblings mother. but she would have a harder time avoiding him if he was a she, right?? am i making sense???? a girl isnt seen like as much of a threat to her children i thinks?? idk i love cat and jon so much a love picking apart their relationship bc bc bc ARGHhhgg yk? also i like to think of ned being haunted by lyannas carbon copy who happens to be great with swords (would he be permitted to practice swordplay??) idk
ANYWAYS no we come to the part where i tie it up to what you mentioned in your answer. bc as much as JON being a girl might change his relationship with cat, it would be much more fucked up if it were robb, me thinks. (i too am a bit guilty of using robb as an accessory to cat) but but but. are. are you seeing my vision. catelyn stark with her three daughters when ned leaves for the greyjoy rebellion. catelyn whos convinced that the reason her husband wont send his bastard away is because she cant give him any sons. in the books she calls bran her special little boy and. idk the double meaning this would give it. and bran!!! being the heir!!! hiw would that change things??? would the reception to his accident be different?? and speaking of, what about king robert and his obsession with joining his family with neds? i havent talked about how robb (robyn?) would be different in this au but i cant think hed be as pleased as sansa was? his first shown interaction with joff is him trying to curb stomp the fucker lmao. i dont think he would be likely to have a different opinion bc of gender changes. in the books hes often rash and impulsive and prideful, and id want him to keep those traits, but peoples reactions to them would be different?? and so he would shape them in different ways??? am i making sense i feel like im just rambling. this is getting way too long and wayy to incoherent i need to stop. ok bye for now ill be back (threatening)
GO TO BED!!!! GET SOME SLEEP!!!!! But yay! to family crisis averted? Maybe?
Okay. I'm gonna indulge in some haterism for a second cause I've actually poked around the ASOIAF genderbending tag quite a bit. Unfortunately, a lot of those fics? Lame as hell. There's a preponderance of genderbent Jon Snow, which I think is totally cool! Very interesting genderbend to explore because of how much it changes the trajectory of his story. But then the character isn't really written as Jon at all? Maybe I'm just picky about characterization, but oftentimes fem!Jon just becomes this cookie-cutter "strong/feisty" female protag and it's like...
Sorry. I'm being mean. Obviously, there is no singular "correct" take on a given character, as we're all influenced by our own experiences and perceptions. My take on Theon isn't the exact same as yours, or goddcoward's, or Ashen's, or GRRM's. A unique Theon exists in all our heads, each one a bit different from the others.
But! Genderbends are so much more fun when you can see the underpinnings of the character you know, and there are moments where those aspects really shine through. And it's like OH!!! (pointing vigorously) THERE THEY ARE!!!! Otherwise, why not just write an OC, or adopt a minor character with very little canon characterization? (Admittedly, this can become a problem when you start collecting minor characters like Pokemon cards. I am my own evidence of this phenomenon.) If it ain't Jon, then why have it be Jon at all, y'know?
ngl female Joffrey has been rattling around in my brain lately... 👀fem!Joffrey would definitely be betrothed to Robb, which would be a complete and utter shitshow (appreciative/affectionate). Joffrey as a true mini-Cersei has such insane juice to it as a story idea, especially considering that Joffrey never liked Cersei all that much lol... the mother-daughter dynamic would be BONKERS.
Back to Jon though:
First, you're definitely right that fem!Jon wouldn't be seen as much of a threat to her siblings as Jon was. She would probably be married off pretty quickly once she came of age, as high as possible for a woman who was bastard-born. I don't see Catelyn liking her per se, but Catelyn wouldn't have the same misgivings about her as she did about Jon. Since fem!Jon probably wouldn't become the vessel of the wildling/Others plot, she might have an interesting role to play if she went south... to marry Robert's royal bastard Edric Storm, perhaps? I could see Robert "having his Lyanna" by marrying fem!Jon and Edric. But then shit hits the fan with the usual plot of AGOT, and maybe fem!Jon gets taken hostage by the Lannisters in King's Landing? Or gets caught in Renly's shit since she was with Edric at Storm's End? I am NAWTTTT talking myself into writing another fic. Go to hell. I need to finish Sow the Tide first.
fem!Robb (Robyn between myself and goddcoward) is even crazier. Catelyn would NOT be fucking happy to have Ned's spitting image hanging around Winterfell, while all her sons are under 10 and have the Tully look. I could see Catelyn successfully arguing that Jon should be fostered out, perhaps in the Vale (as a favor on the part of Jon Arryn)? Like, oh, Ned, you and Robert became such good friends fostering together in the Vale... that way, Jon is waythefuckoverthere and can't make any allies in the north.
I'd love for Robyn to have some of the same anger and pride, and she'd probably be similar to Catelyn in that she was raised as the heir for a good bit of time before the "real" heir came along years later (Bran+Edmure). Also, Catelyn would absolutely NOT trust Theon around Robyn. Not At All. Kinda fair though? Robyn would also be older than Sansa was in AGOT, so I think she'd be at least a little bit more worldly and pick up on Joffrey's... Joffreyness. Robb/Robyn are still dutiful characters, but I think there would be a lot more immediate friction between her and her betrothed. Double genderbend Throbb is my true love, however (Quobyn my beloved).
I've gotta finally go work on chapter 40 now, so I can't answer everything, but do come back... I'll be here... revolving all of these genderbends around in my head...
#ask#gotta get up at 7am tomorrow. hate and hell on planet earth#opening my chapter 40 doc like babe it's 9pm time for your nightly dick flattening
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Call me a name enough times and I'll probably start responding to it, which is what happened to me with Fleck. I also go by Stardust. Pronouns are yes and whatever is funny, but as a general rule of thumb, please use neopronouns and they/them for me if I don't know you. I also use mirror pronouns.
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bug color vision, specifically worldbuilding around non-human color vision that you can use for your buggy writing
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Putting my year in review before I forget lmao.
I posted 890 times in 2022
That's 890 more posts than 2021!
I thought I created this account at 2021 wtf you mean to tell me I wrote that diluc horse fic this year?–
847 posts created (95%)
43 posts reblogged (5%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
throwaway-yandere lmao to be fair, I reblog stuff from another acc so me reblogging myself = me talking to myself
zhongrin alhaitham pls let them go.
a-dose-of-phitre eyy it's orange friend
tofuxiaociao eyyyy it's our cyno simp–
leftdestiny-posts eYYY IT'S THE PERSON THAT HELPED ME KEEP WRITING *SOBS*–
I tagged 887 of my posts in 2022
#ansytea-talks - 809 posts I talk too much, huh? Next year I promise to stfu–
#🐠 anon - 136 posts Eeeyyyy of course lmao as if fish won't be here
#tag: ocmc - cta - 119 posts and I'm willing to bet 99% of it is just me slandering alhaitham affectionately.
#😋 anon - 76 posts hehe of course <3 ensemble straws, music–
#esther anon - 63 posts good luck escaping kaeya btw <3
#tag: yan!1k idol event - 61 posts funny how it's only 61 i definitely am lazy when it comes to tagging–
#🐌 anon - 58 posts 1 fear.
#✾ anon - 38 posts alhaitham pls they've been through eno–
#yandere genshin - 34 posts ??? REALLY I'VE ONLY TAGGED 34 POSTS WITH THIS??? 34??? WHEN I BRAINROT A LOT???? HAHAHA–
#solitary anon - 34 posts ily. You know who you are. I love you.
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#i still use him– it's incredibly difficult to remove him from my team so um im so sorry if you don't get match with your spouse my friend–
I remember this. This was then Kazuha refused to CRIT. BECAUSE OF WHAT?! JUST BECAUSE I MATCH 🕊️ WITH DILUC? I'M SORRY OKAY LLDHISSK PLS PLS DON'T BE ANGRY ANYMO–
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
His Closest Childhood Friend (Yandere!Diluc x Reader)
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Diluc is cute. There. I said it. I still think he's a reckless yandere too.
#4
Blind Obedience (Yandere!Ayato/Reader)
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Ayato and the chronicles of killing anemo vision users part 1: the prologue to darkness–
#3
I wont give up writing for anything, even if that means I have to leave the Akademiya.
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Aka "Creative Differences" and I'm rather shock that people are asking part 2 cuz I genuinely thought that fic was WHACK– i wonder how the anon that sent me this ask feels
#2
Vision Qualifications (Yandere!Alhaitham/Reader)
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THIS ISN'T MY BEST FIC EITHER I MADE THIS BEFORE THE ARCHON QUESTS EUDJKWKS PLS–
My #1 post of 2022
!!!MODERN YANDERE IDOL!GENSHIN/READER MATCH-UP EVENT!!!
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Ahh of course of course lololol. Welcome to hell, 22 anons.
That's about it, see ya–
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The Saint & the Sinner
Paring: The King/ Celtic Goddess Sirona (if you squint)
Genre: Heavy Angst, Slight Horror, Drama, Mythology, Action
Rating: 18+
WC: 8k+ (what in the fuck)
Tw: Vivid depictions of injury, character death, possibly body horror, swearing, fighting, violence, and semi-descriptive depictions of cannibalism (wendigos and the madness they bring are fun huh)
©atiny-piratequeen/nocturne-overtures 2022. do not repost, translate, or use my works.
✦Alright so check it, this is a prequel to my series Against the Tide . It’s focused on The King, and if you don’t know who that is, i reccomend giving AtT a looksee before touching this or you wont know what in the hell is going on. This piece is kinda different from a lot of what I write here but it pulled me out of a three month long writer’s block so that’s pretty good right? Anyway this one isnt for the nets or anything and I don’t even think it’s going on AO3 because I don’t know how to tag this there without clickbaiting a bunch of non AtT readers so uh...enjoy for those who do read this and I’ll see yall next time mwah
Also I had this on repeat while writing so idk boop here you go stan AViVa
He doesn’t remember how he got here well. He recalled his hand reaching out, covered in blood, his scales falling out, his vision blurred, as wheels of fire rolled away from him, laughter echoing in his head.
Oh. Right.
Anger and embarrassment flood his veins, almost as intense as the pain making his body throb. He closed his eyes, waiting for death to take him, and when he awoke, he was surrounded by…a forest.
He pushed himself up, his body protesting the move so much, that he immediately fell back down, blood running down his lips. The feeling of flames licked at every nerve ending, the pain nearly blinding and muddying his every sense.
“Get up. You are a King. You are not weak.” He could barely recognize his own voice as he began to force his battered and beaten body to move. His vision was gone in one eye, and the other wasn’t much better, but still, he strained his senses, to see if he could pick up any signs of life.
It took him longer than he would have ever liked, his own panting and heavy breathing being almost all he could hear at first when finally, he could pick up another sound other than rustling leaves and birds chirping in the distance.
Running water.
The King pulled himself towards it, dragging legs that were broken through mud, dirt, and soon to be trampled flora. He kept his ear out for potential scavengers. He was already half-dead, the last thing he wanted, was to meet his end by some avian ripping his intestines out or something equally humiliating.
He already was overcome with rage and ignominy at the events that lead to…whatever this was.
He could feel the pain, so he knew he was alive. That much was true. He could heal, he just needed time. And when he did-
His thoughts were interrupted as the dirt gave way to pebbles, and he sat up as best as he could, looking down at his reflection. A swear of disbelief left his lips as he looked upon himself.
His right eye was missing, the bloody socket that remained seeming to mock him, his face was bruised nearly beyond recognition, the other eye nearly swollen shut, scales had been ripped from his body, bleeding, aching wounds with his tendons exposed left in their wake.
He snarled, noticing fangs missing from his mouth, and looking further down, he saw bones protruding from his chest and his leg, no doubt one of his ribs and his tibia.
Every harsh breath that left his lips created another gush of blood, crimson puddles forming on the riverbank. The King was thankful for his divinity, as most other entities would have long sense bled out from the injuries.
“I’ll kill him. I’ll wring his neck.” His voice carried with the wind, his chest rising and falling harshly the longer he stared at his reflection, the more he felt his blood boil. Blood stained the dirt below as the water began to shift and bubble.
Soon, a pair of wide, innocent eyes stared up at him, he looked at them, guard up, pushing himself back. He couldn't even transform in this state, looking at the woman that slowly formed in front of him. She reached for him, startling at the feral snarl he let out, biting down on her hand. She winced in pain, fingers twitching.
“A-ay…ya surely do pack quite a punch, don’t ye?” she smiled through the pain, tears in her eyes. He sneered at her, the taste of her blood, irony and with a hint of something sweet, flooding into his already bloody mouth. Despite himself, he noticed some of the aches in his body ebb away, and as he let go of her hand, he licked the roof of his mouth.
It was subtle, but it was healing already.
He looked at her, eye narrowed in surprise as he watched her bring her hand to her chest, the wound healing as she gently stepped away.
“Where is this place?”
“Not gonna exchange pleasantries, ay?”
He leered at her, unimpressed, and she simply laughed.
“Why, we’re inside Pandora’s Box. Part of us, anyway.”
He stared at the woman, waiting for her to laugh or anything, but it became apparent in moments that she was serious. Part of them was in Pandora’s Box? How exactly was that possible? He didn’t recall doing any business of the sort with the European woman.
News of her ‘games’ had spread far and wide across several of Celestial, Earthen, and Underworld realms. There were few who hadn’t heard of the woman’s clever-or conniving, depending on who you asked-games and bets. The man shook his head.
“Nonsense, there is no way I would end up here. I have played no such nonsense game to end up as one of that woman's pawns."
The woman looked at him curiously.
"Are ya sure? Because I've no reason to lie to ya. This is where we'll be for all of eternity. She won, so she'll pull from our power, however much she's won in her games, as she sees fit."
The expression on his face soured and she noticed, a genuinely sorry expression crossing her gorgeous face.
"I know this may be a lot to process but um..since you’re still injured, how about we handle that first?" She offered, extending her now healed hand to him again.
The man stared at her, swallowing his pride as he reached for her hand.
“My name is Sirona. I’ve made this little spring my own since I’ll be here for…well, forever. What should I be callin ya?” She inquired, helping the injured man into the water. He hissed, the water licking over his exposed tendons.
“You…may call me Hàoxuān.” He murmured, body tense as he followed her deeper into the water. It naturally, wasn’t his actual name, but she didn’t need to know that. If this spring was even half as healing as her blood had been, he’d be healed much sooner than he would have been on his own.
For now, she was of use, so he would tolerate her and push his knee-jerk responses aside for now.
“Hàoxuān…that’s got a nice ring to it. Can you breathe underwater?” She inquired. He snorted incredulously at her and her lips quirked, finding the injured man’s sass oddly endearing.
“Alright then, hotshot. Ya got more injuries on ya than I’ve ever seen anyone have so ya need to be completely under. Got it?” she instructed him and he merely closed his eye, letting himself sink into the water.
It surrounded him, pulling him under deeper as per both his and her command. It took a moment, but sure enough, he had begun to heal, the torn tendons reforming, his bones breaking, pushing themselves back into place, slowly piecing themselves back together.
It was…excruciating. Each tear that rolled out of his eye-and soon eyes, as the other had reformed after about a week underwater-crystallized and sunk deep to the bottom of the springs to rest in the roots and plants below.
Sirona stayed by his side, and while he kept his eyes tightly closed, he could feel her presence beside him, only leaving for brief intervals. Sometimes, she would sit with his head in her lap, caressing his scaled cheek as he healed, pushing her magic into him.
Why was she doing this? Why had she decided to aid this mangled dragon on the side of the spring?
He couldn’t wrap his head around it, but he left it be, accepting every ounce of her magic and healing. He could question the goddess later when he had the energy to actually move and transform at will once again.
Three long months later, he opened his eyes, staring up into the cloudy abyss of the spring’s water, his eyes gleaming jade, though his right eye wasn’t nearly as bright as the other one.
It probably never would be ever again.
Sirona startled awake and looked down at him in surprise, grabbing him and swimming up to the surface. Hàoxuān let her pull him, stretching his fully reformed legs. Once he had regained feeling, the pins and needles making him growl under his breath, he kicked free of her grip, shifting and bursting from the surface of the water.
Under the light of the moonlight, Hàoxuān roared, the water shaking and trembling below his might as Sirona resurfaced, looking at him in awe. Before her, was a beautiful turquoise and jade dragon, his fangs larger than her body as he roared, long whiskers the size of his long body swaying as if they had a mind of their own. His scales shifted and shimmered, Silk-like fur stretched along the length of his back, his tail holding the largest tuft of it next to those along his face, resembling a beard on the dragon’s leering maw.
“Well. I see yer feelin’ better.” Sirona teased, not at all afraid of the beast. He leaned down into her space, exhaling and making the water ripple around her. She looked up at him, reaching up to pet his snout, laughing.
“I’ve never seen a dragon with my own two eyes! I guess I can knock this off the bucket list, yeah?” She grinned. He looked at her incredulously, unsure how he felt about her not being afraid of him.
Deciding he didn’t care too much at the moment, he shifted back, standing on the surface of the water, completely bare before her. Sirona’s eyes wandered over his body, toned and tall, lean and covered in scales, well endowed-
“My eyes are up here.” He sneered. She looked up, smiling sweetly.
“I’ve spent months healing ya, the clothes fell away a long time ago. It’s not something I haven’t already seen, y’know.”
He narrowed his gaze at her before rolling his eyes.
“Nevermind that. Point me in the direction of a way out.”
Sirona’s playful smile fell, looking at him with a furrow in her brow.
“Ya still think there’s a way out of here?”
“I did not play that woman’s games. Therefore I should not be in here.” his voice was adamant, leaving no room for objection, and Sirona sighed.
“Well…I suppose we can look around for some other opinions, but I don’t very well think there’s anyone I’ve encountered that’s quite had a situation as curious as the one happening here. We’re all losers in here.”
His temper flared immediately, jade gaze searing as he looked at her.
“I did not lose to that woman.”
Sirona stood, her feet bare on the surface of the water.
“Alright, alright. Let’s get goin’ then.” she urged.
“I don’t believe I said anything about you coming with me, nor do I see any reason for you to do so.”
“I spent three months healing yer grumpy butt. The least ya can do is humor me. Besides, it’s not like I got anything else goin’ on. I’m stuck here.”
Hàoxuān turned his back on her, flicking his hand as long, silken robes appeared on his body. He ignored the small, disappointed ‘aw man…’ that had come from Sirona’s lips as he began walking to the East.
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Along their travels, it became apparent the one called Pandora had been doing this for…a very long time.
They’d passed many entities, mute forest creatures, spirits that danced along the sky in the moonlight, even seen some fractured deities racing across the sky, what seemed to be a beetle rolling the sun across the sky tirelessly.
“How did you get here, exactly?” Hàoxuān inquired, turning his gaze to Sirona. She had sat down when they’d decided to rest, a snake curled around her wrist as she gently admired it. When she noticed he was speaking to her, she looked up, green eyes curious.
“Hm? Did ya say something?”
Hàoxuān watched the serpent slither out of her hands and return into the brush before looking back at her.
“Yes. I asked how you got here, Sirona.”
“Mm. I lost a bet. It was on a man who was named Cu Chulainn. Oddly enough, Pandora seemed to be enamored with him, like a certain triple goddess I know. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were the same. But I made a bet with her, that Cu Chulainn would never fall or die during one of his quests. Ya wanna know something funny?” She looked upwards towards the canopy.
“I almost won. He never did fall in battle, ya know. He was a true hero. He refused to let himself fall. But even he had his limits. He tied himself to a rock, and died from his wounds upright.”
Hàoxuān looked at her for a long time. She didn’t seem angered by the loss of the bet. Instead, a melancholy air hung around her, mourning the loss of the hero.
He could understand that well.
“So, the part of me that's in here is what I gave up. I imagine the me that’s outside is on the weaker end now. She took a huge chunk of my power when I lost.” She laughed humorlessly and stretched her legs out, flopping back into the grass. Hàoxuān moved to sit beside her, mirroring her from a few months ago in the water and placing her head on his thigh.
“Eh? Are ya feelin bad for me?”
“Would you rather lay your head on the filthy ground?”
Her lips quirked up before she closed her eyes.
“I could make a comment about how I know that’s not why ya moved my head, but I won’t ruin the moment.”
Hàoxuān rolled his eyes, leaning against a tree as he watched over her.
He had begun to drift in the midafternoon sun when Sirona’s voice brought his attention back.
“Hào? What will ya do if ya can’t get out of here?”
He looked down at her, brows furrowed in offense, before stopping when he saw the wistful look on her face as she stared back up at him.
“I mean ya no insult. I’m just askin’. What are ya gonna do?”
Hàoxuān’s jaw flexed ever so slightly before relaxing, looking at the area around him. In the distance, he could see a stag with a faint glow to it trotting through the woods. Past that, some faeries giggled mischievously, off to wreak havoc, no doubt.
Despite the conflict in his body, the forest around him continued to move to its very own rhythm.
“If I am to be stuck here, I suppose I’ll look for the ocean. If this place even has one. And rebuild my castle from scratch. My other one was underwater. It was magnificent.”
Sirona tilted her head.
“Ah, that’s right. Yer a king.”
“That is correct.”
There was a tenseness in his voice that she wanted to push a bit more on, but instead, she left that topic alone, grabbing his hand to trace the lines of his palm.
“Do ya have room for one more in this underwater castle of yers?”
Hàoxuān rolled his eyes slightly, but didn’t pull his hand away.
“We’ll see if I do.”
-vVvVvVvVvV-
Hàoxuān had honestly lost track of how long they had been walking. Sirona’s eyes were still wide with wonder and joy at all the different zones and biomes the inside of Pandora’s Box had to offer, and the draconian king would be lying if he said he wasn’t also impressed by the vastness of what he’d understood to be the inside of a palm-sized box.
The next rest stop they took was at a beautiful lake. Sirona’s eyes lit up at the water and all but dove into it, her hair shifting like the legs of a jellyfish as she cooled herself off. Hàoxuān was unsure if there were seasons in this box, but he would be lying if he said the weather the farther they traveled hadn’t changed from a comfortable, temperate zone, to a humid and sweltering one.
He took long, elegant steps onto the surface of the water, each one leaving a ripple as he watched Sirona swim below him.
Once he’d stopped at the center of the lake, he let himself fall back, allowing the water to surround him. Instantly, the mild discomfort of his own sweat disappeared, washed away by the crisp and cool water. He closed his eyes, let the water pull him deeper, before he felt a presence in front of him.
Slowly, his eyes opened, dazzling jade as he looked up at Sirona’s smiling face. She’d reached for him, as playful as a river otter, and for once, he humored her, taking her hand and letting her guide them through the water. Both of their hair, long and elegant in two contrasting colors, shifted in the water.
Hàoxuān looked at their joined hands, squeezing ever so slightly as he kicked his feet, following after her as she swam. The action made her look back at him, smiling from ear to ear. He wanted to ask her what was so amusing, why was she looking at him like that, when he noticed movement in the water.
In a moment’s notice, he grabbed her, pulling her behind him as he righted himself, scales shifting and shimmering as the water began to swirl around them.
A tug on his robes made him glance over his shoulder and Sirona shook her head, pointing at the figures that had retreated from them the moment he showed aggression. He calmed himself, brow furrowed as the curious creatures returned.
They were feminine, all curiously staring at the pair with tilted heads.
“Nymphs.” Sirona informed him. Hàoxuān relaxed his shoulders, nodding ever so slightly. They all resurfaced, the nymphs at a considerable distance from Sirona and Hàoxuān for the time being.
“Who are you?” One inquired.
“I’m Sirona.” She waved kindly, her accent sweet and kind. She nudged the man beside her and he cleared his throat.
“Hàoxuān.”
The Nymphs nodded ever so slightly before they swam closer.
“Are you lovers?”
Both of the water entities blinked in surprise.
The King was the first to recover, narrowing his eyes at the nymph with the choppy hair that spoke.
“Have you no decency?”
“Depends on the situation. You could loosen up a bit, you know.”
He twitched ever so slightly and Sirona laughed, sitting on the riverbed, the water in her clothes retreating back to the lake with magic, leaving her dry.
“I’ve been tellin’ em that for a while now. He’s a bit of a grumpy puss huh?”
Hàoxuān rolled his eyes, but moved out of the water to stand beside her, the water from his clothes leaving just as it did with hers. The nymphs swam closer, giggling amongst themselves and speaking in a language he didn’t understand before glancing back.
“We haven’t seen you around. What brings you to our lake?”
“I’m looking for a way out.”
They all gasped and looked amongst one another before seemingly sizing him up.
“Is that a joke?”
“Does it look like I joke?”
His scales flashed ever so slightly, miffed by the mocking laughter, but they nymphs still seemed to find humor in the situation.
“There’s no way out.”
“There has to be.”
They stared one another down before the tallest of the nymphs pointed to her left.
“If you can make it past the area we call Cantarella, You can ask Frigg. She knows a lot about the future. Maybe she can see if you getting out is somehow in it.”
While he didn’t appreciate the mockery the nymphs were making of him and his quest, Hàoxuān still looked in the direction nonetheless,
“How will I know when I find this Frigg?”
“You’ll be surrounded by snow and she’ll probably appear when you least expect it. If you live past the Cantarella. Most folks die in there, y’know. We don’t know if this piece of you will go back to the main piece if it dies in here, y’know.” the nymph warned him. Sirona frowned and pulled her knees to her chest.
“Is there any other way?”
“Dunno. That’s the fastest.”
Hàoxuān turned and began walking. Sirona lept to her feet and looked back from the lake to him before she sighed and took off after him.
“Oh! Make sure to tell him not to eat anything while in the Cantarella!” One of the nymphs called before the duo were out of earshot.
“Woah, woah, wait a moment, Hào! Did you hear them? If you die in here, this part of your body may not go back to what’s outside-”
“There is no part outside!” He spun on his heel and looked down at her, stopping her in her tracks. Her eyes widened and she stared at him, lips parting.
“W..what?”
“I am not like you. I’m not some fractured god who lost a bet. My son was murdered and his murderer injured me gravely, he must have done…something and made a deal with that woman and now I’m here. All of me is here. I don’t have time to frolick in flowers and accept my imprisonment. I will get out and I want both of them dead. If you want to leave, if this is too dangerous for you, feel free to leave. Go back to your spring and be happy and content here, but I refuse.” He spoke slowly, each word dripping with venom. Once again, he turned his back to her, eyes a blazing green as he stormed in the direction of the Cantarella.
Sirona watched the stiffness in his back and sighed, rubbing her arm.
After a brief conversation with herself in her own head, she followed him. The two walked in silence for what felt like hours. Where normally Sirona would crack a joke or two to lighten the mood, silence instead filled the gap between the two of them.
It wasn’t until they’d reached an area surrounded by dead and decaying trees, that Sirona felt dread and apprehension grip her tighter.
A series of loud, persistent caws alerted them to an unkindness of ravens that had congregated in a tree devoid of leaves, beady black eyes staring at them. Their heads turned, following the duo as they walked through the fallen trees.
With a sigh and after hearing some of his robes snag on a branch for the last time, Hàoxuān stepped away from Sirona, transforming into his dragon form and lowering his head. She didn’t hesitate, climbing on top of him carefully, resting her back against one of his horns as he took off, flying above the terrain.
The unkindness dispersed, flying away in a series of flying feathers and indignified caws.
“I don’t think we’ll find anything here, Hào. It doesn’t look like anything here is…alive. Or intelligent.” She muttered, looking down to watch a group of demons rip into something. They were ravenous and she couldn’t bring herself to look down, the sound of teeth ripping and pulling making her stomach churn.
“We just need to end up where the snow is.”
He was unsure how long he had been flying, but the fatigue had undoubtedly began to rear it’s head at him. Reluctantly, Hàoxuān lowered himself into an area with a hollowed out tree. Sirona-who had fallen asleep herself while sitting on his head-blinked awake as he lowered her into the tree, curling his large body around it.
“What are ya doin?”
“I’m tired. So we’re resting.”
“Here?!”
The dragon rose a single, silken eyebrow at her.
“I’m sorry, who’s the one that’s flying? If you want to carry me instead, that’s perfectly fine and well, too.”
Sirona frowned and looked around the hollowed wood.
“I only need a few hours of rest. You’ll be alright. If something happens, just kick the wood, I’ll wake up.” he lowered his head immediately, seemingly not interested in any further complaint. Sirona sighed and curled herself up in the wood, glaring out of the holes in the trunk out at the dragon.
She felt herself nodding after half an hour or so, closing her eyes and resting them on her arms.
A droplet landed on the top of her head an hour or so later. Initially it didn’t bother her much, her subconscious equating it to rain.
Another drop landed upon her head.
Then another.
She felt herself being lifted, brows furrowed as she opened them.
When her vision straightened, she realized she was being held by the back of her dress, a tall, gangly creature looking at her. It’s skin was stretched tight over it’s body, bones visible as he looked at her with sunken in eyes and serrated teeth. The large creature had somehow snuck up on both her and Hàoxuān, and while she was frozen in fear, she noticed it stretching it’s salivating maw.
“H-h-” He voice could barely come out as she shook, absolutely petrified.
The beast screeched suddenly as Hàoxuān slammed his tail into it, sending it flying to the left. Sirona snapped out of her fear-stricken state and mustered as much of her magic as she could, blasting the giant beast in the face, falling from it’s arms and onto the plush silk fur of Hàoxuān’s tail as he threw it out to catch her.
The roar he let out was nearly deafening as he set her down, lunging for the beast as it stood up.
Sirona watched, scooting back in the dirt as the beast swiped and slashed at Hàoxuān. The two lunged and bit one another, and it became evident that while Hàoxuān aimed to injure and kill, the beast’s methods were closer to ripping and tearing.
It was eating him. Attempting to, anyway.
She stood on shaky legs, trying to think of something she could do to help. She was a healing deity, not one who was used to conflict. The Cantarella was nearly completely devoid of water or moisture, so that made it difficult for her powers to pack the punch she’d like it to.
Blood splattering on the ground near her jolted her out of her musings, her eyes widening as she looked back, finding the creature biting down on part of his back. Blood soaked his silken fur, scales staining crimson as he tried to slam his tail against the beast.
Sirona noticed it growing in height the more chunks of his body it ripped from his form. She grabbed a branch that had fallen from a tree, swinging it full force and hitting it directly in the head. The branch splintered and all but exploded on impact, pausing the beast in it’s assault.
Slowly, it turned, looking at her with its sunken, ravenous eyes.
A tense beat of silence stretched between them before it screamed, nearly bursting her eardrums. Sirona nearly tripped over herself, running full speed as the lanky giant ran after her, screaming as it closed the distance. It jumped, screeching and getting wedged between two trees after she slipped between them.
Her heart was beating erratically, eyes wide as she backed as far away as she could, just barely out of reach of the wild swiping from the beast. It roared and screeched, trying to force it’s way closer to her.
“Hàoxuān!”
The beast screamed at her before it was abruptly dragged out of the tight spot, one of it’s shoulders breaking with a sickening crack. Sirona remained where she was, panting as she heard the sound of slamming and roaring, the crunching of bones breaking making her flinch.
Soon, the screaming faded and she clutched her chest, brows pulled up as she heard nothing but silence.
“H-Hào…?” she gently whispered, stepping closer to the hole in the trees.
A jade eye appeared moments later and she screamed, throwing herself away from the entrance before she realized it was him. Instantly, she ran to him, seeing chunks of flesh missing along his body. His fangs were stained in blood and as her heart sank to her feet, she moved to see what had happened to the beast behind him.
Hàoxuān moved his head, blocking her view before gently shaking it.
“Just…get on. We’re leaving. Now.”
With a shaky nod, she crawled onto his head, curling up and not looking back as Hàoxuān flew them away, adamant to leave the Cantarella without stopping again.
The unkindness of ravens appeared as the dragon disappeared over the horizon, looking at the mangled corpse of a wendigo, chunks of it’s body missing. They cawed at one another and flew away.
Even they knew better than to consume the flesh of a wendigo.
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It took hours, but soon the dull melancholy of the Cantarella bled away into frigid lands. Sirona, though exhausted, kept her eyes open, perking when Hàoxuān flew down to a spring he’d spotted. Once she’d climbed off of his head, he shifted back, his silken robes gone as he stumbled into the water. His skin had turned a sickening color, his scales around the wounds dull.
Quickly, Sirona got in the water with him, pushing her magic into him. He’d fallen unconscious fairly quickly after she had begun to heal him, and she just hoped it didn’t take as long as it did the first time to heal his injuries.
She got her answer a week later, when jade eyes opened. She smiled tiredly down at him, pulling them to the surface of the water.
“Ya scared me. I thought I lost ya.”
He rumbled, finding his mouth horridly dry.
“T..hank you.” he croaked out. She looked at him in worry.
“Are ya sure ya wanna get out? Some of your scales are still discolored…”
He shook his head and pulled his hair back in its usual bun, securing it with two jade combs.
“I feel fine. Albeit a bit hungry, but I’m fine. We’re in the land of the snow. We should find this Frigg.” he murmured. She sighed and got out of the water, drying herself by pulling the water out with magic before she walked beside him, unaccustomed to the frigid temperatures.
Hàoxuān redressed himself in his usual robes, creating another silken set that he draped over her shoulders. She looked at the clothing before she smiled and walked a bit faster after him.
They were walking for some time before they found anyone, stumbling across another living being. A woman stood in a frosty meadow, collecting herbs when she heard the two approach. She stopped, casting a glance over her shoulder, her eyes landing on Hàoxuān.
Her lips pressed together before she turned, head high as the two slowed their steps.
“Good day.”
Hàoxuān bowed ever so slightly, his hair secured back in a bun before he stood to his full height, looking down at the woman.
“Hello. I have come seeking knowledge.”
“Ah, is that so?” The woman seemed to already know that, unsurprised by the arrival of the two, Sirona smiled and waved in greeting.
“My friend here seems to think there’s some kind of mix-up and that he can find a way outta Pandora’s Box. Ah, maybe we should exchange names. My name is Sirona and this is-”
“Hàoxuān.” The dragon cut in. The woman they stood before letting out a small melodious hum.
‘So that’s the name you’ll go by here, then?’ She thought to herself.
“You may call me Frigg. I find it quite…curious, this venture you’re on. I haven’t heard of anyone finding themselves here without having engaged in Pandora’s Games. And only few instances of those who come inside being let out.”
Hàoxuān perked at that, his brow arching.
“Frigg..we’ve been looking for you. And you mentioned a few instances…but not none. What do you know of them?”
Frigg looked upon him with a scrutinizing gaze, seemingly sizing the man up before she turned her back on both him and Sirona.
“Come, my home is this way.”
Hàoxuān narrowed his gaze before he followed, quickly matching her strides with a few of his long ones, walking right beside her. Frigg seemed unbothered by his impatience, her steps elegant and deliberate. Sirona blinked and followed.
She’d heard no such thing of anyone ever getting out of the box. She’d be lying if she said her curiosity wasn’t peaked. Maybe the nymphs were right and Frigg could help.
Frigg opened the door, stepping into the home and waiting for both of them to come inside before she sat down, crossing her legs. Hàoxuān stood, looking at her with an expectant stare.
“First, I must ask, what will you do if or when you leave this box?”
A look of murderous intent flashed before his eyes and Frigg let out a knowing sound. She needn’t ask the question, she knew enough of the future to know what it would be, anyway. She’d seen the roaring waves, the blood, the psychological games, the immortal sinking below the surface, dragged away with Hàoxuān attached to him deep into the abyss of the ocean,
All this and more, for the future and her, were well acquainted.
“I see.” She didn’t let him utter a word, but instead gestured to the chair beside him. The dragon’s jaw clenched ever so slightly before he sat down, looking at her expectantly.
“I have seen those bargain with Pandora. She is a woman of incredible strength, but the way to grab her attention is simple. Something shiny and new. Some, spouses, usually, offer up something of equal or greater importance than that of who they’re trying to switch out. Most Gods don’t bother with anything of the sort, as the part of us that resides inside of this box is only a fraction of who we are…or were. So if you, by any chance, had a partner or perhaps children waiting for you that wished you to be whole, I suppose it could be done…”
Hàoxuān’s eyes darkened, his lip curling up. Sirona frowned and Frigg rose her head a bit higher.
“I take that as you don’t. Or perhaps, not anymore?”
It was a low blow, she knew this well, but Frigg would be lying if she said she didn’t know all there was to know about the man decorated in silk and jade. The snarl that left his lips was inhuman, and Sirona had half a mind to step between them, coughing subtly.
“Uh, you said you know about the future. Do you know if he’ll get out?”
Frigg tilted her head to the left.
“I said the future and I are acquainted, not that I prophesize. I do not know if you’ll find your way out. Only that there have been instances of spirits finding ways to free themselves from this space.”
Sirona’s shoulders slumped, but Hàoxuān took it for what it was worth, dusting himself off and heading towards the door.
“Very well. I will keep looking.”
“Hàoxuān.” Frigg’s voice stopped him in the doorway. He didn’t look over her shoulder, but she noticed his head perk upwards, so she continued.
“If you notice a hunger in your heart, I would suggest you ignore it.”
“I thought you didn’t prophesize?” He tutted and walked out. Frigg hummed and watched him go, grabbing Sirona’s sleeve as the woman turned to leave.
“Hm? Yes?”
“You should keep your distance from someone with that much hatred in his heart. You may have done the world, and this space a disservice by not letting him die. Do yourself a favor and part ways from him as soon as possible.”
Sirona’s eyes widened ever so slightly, staring at Frigg as the woman let her go. She lingered for a long moment before she looked behind her.
“Did ya see something?”
“Perhaps. But it’s not in my nature to tell of what I know. Not so simply, I’m afraid. All I ask is that you remember my words. For your sake.”
Sirona looked at the door, and despite herself, excused herself from Frigg’s presence, walking out into the midday sun. Frigg watched her, closing her eyes as the door closed.
Even those of divine status were flawed.
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Hàoxuān hated being proved wrong. That much was true. He hated being read like a book.
It took a week of travel from meeting the one who called herself Frigg before he noticed a hunger that began to rumble under the surface.
You get stronger the more you feed. Those who are weak succumb to the hunger of the powerful. Those are the simple laws of nature.
He and Sirona had been traveling endlessly, and every time they stumbled across another fractured god, they found themselves no closer to the answers Hàoxuān so desperately seeked out.
Still, this hunger clawed at him, driving him mad.
Sirona noticed him eating a bit more every time they sat down for dinners, sometimes going out on his own to hunt more after he’d had his full. Sirona thought back to Frigg’s words, but didn’t ask Hàoxuān anything, worried he’d shut down and refuse to answer her concerned questions anyway. He’d fallen asleep some time ago and as she sat staring up at the stars, she could feel a small bit of anxiety.
Unable to rest, she sat up, heading into the forest for a late night walk.
Her mind wandered, thinking back to all the months she’d been together with the man. She hadn’t seen many sides of him, but she had a feeling that this mission to leave the box would always take priority.
Where did that leave her, exactly?
Why had she so confidently inserted herself into his plans?
Sirona came to a stop, looking down at her feet. He’d told her she was free to leave at every portion of their trip. Maybe she should follow Frigg’s warnings?
“You seem perplexed.”
Sirona jolted, turning around to look at a small dragon. Amber eyes stared at her and Sirona couldn’t help but to notice the sheer difference in appearance from this dragon and Hàoxuān. Its scales were hardened, and seemed to look similar to a shield of sorts. There were no whiskers or silken fur on this dragon, and instead it had long, sharp, spine like protrusions from several areas on it’s body.
“For someone who travels with one, you act as if you’ve never seen a dragon, dear.”
The voice was feminine, and Sirona made sure to keep it in her sights at all times.
“Who are ya? Why do ya know that?”
“Tiamat. Mother of monsters.”
The dragon approached, ignoring Sirona’s stiffness as she spoke, her tail dragging across the ground, leaving intricate patterns from the spines located there.
“Sirona. Goddess of healing. How can I help ya?”
“Your man has been wreaking havoc on my children.”
She blinked, brows furrowed. Tiamat laughed, grabbing her with her tail and bringing her close to her face, her maw full of sharp teeth as she looked into Sirona’s eyes.
“Where do you think he gets his full when your flimsy dinners of deer and boar aren’t enough?” she inquired, growling mere inches from her face. Sirona felt a pit of fear grow in her stomach.
“He-”
“Spare me the water works, girl. I will give you an ultimatum. You kill him and I spare you, or I kill him and take you down with him.” She gave Sirona a squeeze with her tail, uncaring of the wince in pain it brought forward.
“And if I were you, I wouldn’t run. I can smell your fear and my children and I know this zone inside and out. You’ll never make it out alive,” she warned her, letting go and ripping one of her own claws off. Sirona cringed at the move, looking at the sharp, dagger-sized claw that now sat in her palm.
“You have until the next full moon.”
With that, Tiamat unfurled powerful wings, the feathers shifting as she took off, flying over the canopy.
Sirona made her way back to camp, looking down at Hàoxuān with her lips pulled into a line.
He hadn’t..it had to be a mistake, right?
She stared at the claw in her hand and tucked it into her garter, laying down several feet away from him.
-VvVvVvVvVvV-
They were being followed.
She had trouble writing it off as her being paranoid when she could see movement out of the corner of her eye every now and again. Biting her lip, she idly touched the claw pressed against her thigh, making sure it was there.
Kill him, or be killed with him.
She didn’t even know if he had done what he had been accused of, but she could tell Tiamat, her children, or something was in the woods following them as they travelled.
If Hàoxuān noticed, he didn’t say a word, jade eyes always turned towards the horizon, every step unfaltering. Sirona wanted to tell him. Tell him that there was a thought holding her back.
What if he had been consuming her children? It was only fair to want him dead, right? Why would he even do that?
Then again, weren’t they all consuming something’s offspring by hunting in here anyway?
She’d lost track of time, days rolling over until she felt a shift in the sky.
Sirona turned her gaze upwards, finding the moon full.
Oh.
She turned towards Hàoxuān, her hand on her thigh. His back was to her as he bathed, washing his hair. Now was as best a time as any. She pulled the claw out, looking at it before she put it behind her back.
“....Hàoxuān-”
The King turned, looking at her. She bit her lip, fingers squeezing the claw so hard her knuckles turned white.
His gaze shifted before she could, a blast of water heading in her direction. She startled and brought up her own blast to counter his, a sound of surprise leaving her lips when she found his completely went over hers, hitting something behind her. Sirona turned, dropping the claw along the embankment as she noticed a horde of aquatic monsters rushing at her.
Tiamat’s voice roared from the trees.
“KILL THEM BOTH.”
Hàoxuān shifted in moments, the large dragon blasting past her. The wind from the speed knocked her off of her feet, and a shriek could be heard, followed by a crunch. Sirona stared at the river rocks at her knees, hearing screams and thrashing, followed by more and more crunching.
‘Don’t look, don’t look, don’t-’
Tiamat said something, enraged, and Sirona could see Hàoxuān’s tail disappear from view as they flew deeper into the forest.
The springs they were bathing in was suddenly deathly quiet, and Sirona rose her head, seeing nothing on the embankment but puddles of blood.
Nothing was left.
She turned her head, cupping her hands over her ears, hoping to stifle the sound of her own frantic heartbeat, but instead she heard it thumping louder. Minutes ticked on like agonizing hours before she slowly lowered her hands.
The forest was still.
Maybe…maybe they had killed each other?
Sirona felt sick the moment she’d thought it. Despite…this, the thought of Hàoxuān dying made her nauseous. He wasn’t like this. This wasn’t the same man who’d she’d nursed back to health…right?
Did she ever know the real Hàoxuān?
“Sirona.”
She startled, looking behind herself to find the man in question, covered in gashes and injuries. She couldn’t tell who’s blood was whose on him and she swallowed thickly.
“W..what happened?”
“You don’t want to know. I can tell.”
He moved to go back into the water, heading to the far end of the lake as he once again, cleaned himself. She looked at the claw on the ground and sat down, watching him quietly.
-VvVvVvVv-
-Tiamat, her children, a river god named Sobek who’d nearly bitten Hàoxuān’s leg off, a storm deity named Raijin-
Sirona felt like maybe she’d made a mistake. Hàoxuān was getting more powerful.
The fight with one named Aegaeon was violent, and she was sure it nearly killed him. He hadn’t asked her to heal him. She hadn’t offered. Nowadays the two of them walked in silence. She wasn’t sure why she was even here anymore.
She didn’t think the underwater castle would ever be her home. Not anymore.
Everything changed for the last time when the skies in the box shifted.
It turned a crimson red and for a brief moment, they could see her.
Pandora.
“I will give you the treasure many have come to this cove for. Eternal life, youth, and power beyond your wildest dreams.”
Both of them felt a pull and Hàoxuān’s eyes widened, looking towards the sky. Was the box opening? Was this his moment? He turned on his heel, ready to shift, when Sirona ran in front of him.
“No!”
“What are you doing?! Move!”
“No. You can’t go out there. I won’t let you.”
He stared at her, anger blazing in his eyes.
“Has this not been why we’ve been travelling? Has this not been what I’ve been searching for…for who knows how long?! Why are you stopping me now?!”
Sirona grabbed the claw, looking at him despite the fear in her body.
“I don’t know who you’ve become, but I can’t let that out into the world.”
She lunged for him and he side stepped, still glancing up at the sky, feeling the earth below them shake and crumble.
“MOVE!”
She swiped at him, shaking her head.
“No!”
"Kim Hongjoong, I will give you power. You will be like me, a demon. Upon forming blood pacts, you will also make those under you immortals. If the pact is strong, you will share your powers. Accept my gift, for I know you will use it well.”
The sky had opened, and long tendrils shot downwards, grasping. Hàoxuān dodged another of Sirona’s wild slashes and began to shift, roaring as she stabbed him in the side, tears in her eyes.
“Yer not the Hàoxuān I know! I’m not letting ya go out there!”
He shifted abruptly and yanked the claw out of his side, throwing it to the ground before leering at her. He approached her, every step closer making her take three back. Weak blasts of water washed off of him as he stood before her.
“You don’t even know my real name, Sirona. I won’t let you stop me.”
“Will ya tell me your name, then?” her voice was quivering. His jaw clenched before he leaned into her ear, uttering the words.
Once done, he turned and walked away from her, breaking into a run. The rift in the sky was closing-
“I really wanted to see that castle.”
Sirona mustered up all of her strength and sent herself flying with a blast of water towards the king as he was shifting, plunging the knife into his back. He roared and tossed her to the ground, shifting fully before her.
“I have had ENOUGH.”
Sirona looked up at the dragon and closed her eyes, a defeated smile on her face as tears rolled down her cheeks.
She really did want to see that castle.
-VvVvVvVv-
“Oh great. Stuck in a box and now stuck in this little shrimp.”
The king sat in a dark room, surrounded by seven entities. The one who spoke had curious markings on his face and arms and little to no clothing on. The only woman of the group quietly watched what was going on outside the man they had all be trapped inside of, her pale eyes half lidded. She didn’t say a word, but a small, nearly ominous smile crossed her face.
“Is no one going to question why that one is covered in blood?” the man decorated in frosted over clothing inquired, pointing.
All eyes turned to the king as he sat with his knee pulled up to his chest, watching the wound in his side heal. Slowly, down to the very molecule, it wove itself together. The room remained silent and he glanced up at them before scowling.
“If I were you, I’d worry about yourself.”
The man huffed, indigent before he looked away. The king himself kept quiet after that, following the woman’s lead and watching everything from the inside.
He couldn’t help but to notice his hunger was gone.
How ironic.
#idk if most of the att folks wanna be tagged in this or not so ill just leave it be and pin it to the top#att verse#against the tide#att oneshot#att king oneshot#fie writes
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The Tale of Death's Children
by Kennelkenn
Tommy was dropped off at his parent's door when he was just a newborn and growing up he always knew something was different about him. Maybe it was his electric blue eyes or his gold-like hair.
All that Tommy knows is that he’s different than all the other kids at his school. What he didn’t expect was to be the son of two gods.
Techno has been having a rough time. Ever since his little brother Theseus went missing he's been searching the whole planet to find him. He’s in a bit of trouble when this man, drunk of his ass claims to be not Theseus, but his other brother William. Who’s been dead for thousands of years.
Wilbur's life has been shit. He doesn’t remember anything of his life before the age of 26, and he can’t seem to find anyone who knows him. Parties are the only stability in his life right now. Well, that is till he sees a man he knows. A man he’s pretty sure he’s related to.
What happens when the three unlucky brothers meet up again? What happens when an all-powerful god turns rotten and wants to rule the universe for himself? And of course, the only people who can save it are these three unlucky gods. You'll just have to find out for yourself
Words: 5191, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Gen
Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit's Mother (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit's Father (Video Blogging RPF), Freddie | Badlinu, Billzo (Video Blogging RPF), Jack Manifold, Kristin Rosales Watson, Dream SMP Ensemble, Dream XD, A whole crap of mentioned characters, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Sally the Salmon (Dream SMP), Eret (Video Blogging RPF)
Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Jack Manifold & TommyInnit, Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson, TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson
Additional Tags: POV Alternating, Wilbur Soot-centric, Technoblade-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Twins Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, They are just clueless and don't know it, there all gods man, jack owns a tavern, Violence, Blood and Injury, Alcohol, mention of parties, Alcohol Withdrawal, not really shown/talked about though, Adventure, Mentions of kidnapping, Dreams and Nightmares, Visions, Mentions of War, Detail of ingury, talk of illness, Wilbur flirts a little with george, just because I want a little georgebur, that wont happen though, battles, Tags will be added as we go, lots of minecraft refrences, and me showing off my music taste, DreamXD is Called XD (Dream SMP), Canonical Character Death, idk man, technoblade is done with everyones bullshit, cursing, Chapters will get better as we go so bare with me, Not Beta Read, we die like how my grandma did when I was seven, Adopted TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Older Siblings Wilbur Soot and Technoblade, Techno Is Middle Child, talk about drugs
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41212926
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pkmn characters that are muslim in real
raihan swsh (nothing but respect for my dragon taming muslim king); shauna xy
pkmn characters who being muslim came to me in a vision
bea swsh; nate/rosa bw2; shauntal bw marshal bw
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Round 1: Greggor Handson vs Mercurial
Image ID included, click to see the full image please!
(Only an image of Mercurial was submitted for this poll)
More about each NPC below the cut!
Character 1
Name: Greggor Handson
Party: The Bomb Squad
Relationship to party: "Healer"
What makes them the best NPC:
Every party need a healer. If you don’t have one, you need one. And if you are on a budget, Greggor Handson can be yours! Greggor was exiled from polite society and lives in an abandoned castle, but his rates are low low low and his survival rates are high high high! Better yet, he wont ask you any questions! Are your burn marks related to the explosion at the Duke’s palace? Does your description match a group wanted by the law? Greggor doesn’t care! Greggor just wants the opportunity to work on your body and maaaybe make an improvement here or there. Don’t worry! All new eyes have dark vision and the risk of infection is minimal.
Greggor prides himself not only in the quality of his work, but also his service. His appearance IS off putting, there is absolutely NO getting around it. But be assured all alterations to his body were made by Greggor himself. That he is somehow still alive is a testament to his abilities. Could a “sane” but only moderately talented healer make such radical modifications and survive? No! As Greggor himself would say, when given the choice between sanity and ability, “thanity is grothely overethtimated, theheheh”. His contagious enthusiasm for his work and frank bedside manner is what sets him apart. As Greggor would say, “I gif mythelf four thumbth up! Any more ith medically unnethethary – and I thould know! I’m a doctor.”
Quote:
"You were more than my paithenth, you were my friendth," Greggor's last words.
Any extra propaganda under the tag Greggor Handson, to be found here
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Character 2
Name: Mercurial
Party: The Fosters
Relationship to party: Friend, ally, strategist, arcane scientist
What makes them the best NPC:
Mercurial is a drow divination wizard who loves his girlfriend and studying magic very much. He’s so incredibly anxious and semi-unintentionally goofy at all times, but he ultimately has a steel will and the determination to back it. His girlfriend and he helped lead a drow rebellion against the high elven monarchists, and they’re both currently elbows-deep in helping to set up a more equitable but still stable government to replace the emperor. He’s a skilled diviner and she’s an incredible tactician, so they’re incredible strategists.
He is both so incredibly cool and just some guy. He'll do just about anything you ask. Once, a PC told him to go get "as many lemons as [he could]" and he brought back hundreds. Every time we drop in on him, he ends up nervously making like, French toast or bruschetta or something. He’s also an incredibly competent wizard who is going for his arcane PhD. He got into biochemistry when one of our PCs (an old friend of his and his girlfriend’s) asked him to do some blood analyses. When he realized one of the party NPCs's blood would confirm a hypothesis he had but she wouldn’t give it to him, he (for the first time) used his unassuming and nervous demeanor to trick her into letting her guard down enough that he could stab, grab, and run like hell away with the blood. He talks like Eeyore. I love him so much.
Quote:
"Wait, don't tell her, I don't want her to be more mad at me than she already is..." -Mercurial, after tricking the party NPC.
Any extra propaganda under the tag Mercurial, to be found here
#round 1#polls#dungeons and dragons#d&d#dnd#dnd oc#dnd npc#ttrpg#pathfinder#powered by the apocalypse#dnd stuff#dnd character#character tournament#oc tournament#homebrew#dnd homebrew#d&d 5e#d&d 5e homebrew
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Okay I know made an ask already like 2 days ago🙄 but what if hawks s/o had to fake their death on a mission for like a month or 2😮💨 and when they come back the first thing they do is look for hawks even though they’re tired, beaten and look like complete shit😩😩 I’m just such a sucker for these kind of tropes !!!
Also how’s ur day been :))
ayo i got you fam!!!
this was legit all i could think of for like 3 days so i hope it's okay!!
Title: "You Came Back to Me"
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (for now)
Relationships: Hawks x Reader
Tags: temporary character death, violence, drinking as a coping mechanism (minor on hawk's part), emesis
Word Count: 2.8k
Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3
You look up at the villain who currently has you pinned to the floor, your ragged breaths leaving your mouth with every rise and fall of your chest.
His vibrant green eyes are piercing as they stare down at you, his expression wicked and merciless as he presses his foot harder against your throat as a warning.
"Here are your options, darlin'," he pulls his foot away, instead opting to sit back on his haunches. He brushes your hair from your face and rests his hand on your cheek. It makes you flinch and your breath hitch.
"You either find a way to dissappear, or I'll track down that precious little birdy of yours and take his wings for myself."
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- three weeks prior -
"Let me come with you. Please."
"Kei.." you say softly as you back the rest of your necessities in your bag, finally turning to look at him.
He's on edge, you can tell by his posture. His wings are drawn tight to his back, but his feathers are puffed out. It reminds you of how hair stands on end and goosebumps make them selves known under fear and stress.
"You know I can't.."
"This is too much for one person to handle." His arms are folded across his chest now as he leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.
"You don't think I can handle myself?" The words leave your mouth sounding offended, and he instantly deflates.
"That's not what I meant. If you didn't know what you were doing, you wouldn't be working for one of the top agencies in Japan." Keigo steps forward, now in your space, and you can see a faint trace of fear flicker across his face. "I just.. this man is very dangerous, y/n. And if anything happens.."
"Hey. It'll be okay. It'll only be a month and I'll be home before you know it. I won't let anything happen, I promise." Your hand falls against his cheek and he nuzzles into it, both of his hands coming to rest against your own.
"You promise?" he asks quietly, needing one more confirmation that you'll be home and safe in a couple weeks.
"I promise."
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"Have you made your mind up, sweetheart?" Kimura, the man who has had the utmost pleasure in beating you within an inch of your life, asks. He slams you against the brick wall of the alleyway one more time for good measure, his hand wrapped firmly around your throat.
"Please.." you gasp out, your hands coming to wrap around his wrist, trying to relieve the pressure against your larynx. "P-please promise me you won't hurt him, that you w-wont lay a hand on him.."
He chuckles darkly, tossing you aside onto the cold, dirty floor of the alleyway.
Your vision is blurring, slowly darkening at the edges, but you manage to see him move a few feet away, bending down to pick something up off the ground. You blink sluggishly and suddenly he's in your space once more, holding the object, which you soon realize is your phone, in your face.
"Go ahead, songbird. Give him one last goodbye."
You cringe at the abuse of the nickname that you hold so dear, but weakly reach out and take your phone from his hand, Hawks' number already dialed.
All you had to do was hit send and that would be it.
You close your eyes and rest your head against the brick wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You can feel tears burning as they make themselves known, clinging to your eyelashes and not yet falling to your cheeks. You blame it on the amount of pain you're in, but you know the true reason is because you're absolutely terrified.
You press send.
As it rings you notice Kimura bringing out his own phone, holding it up and aiming it in your direction.
What a sick bastard.
"Baby bird!" Keigo's voice comes cheerfully from the other line. Though it warms and calms your senses, it still makes you sad knowing that he's completely oblivious to what's about to come.
"H-Hey, Kei.." you try your best to keep your voice steady, but the damage from excessive force to your throat is unforgiving and the words leave your mouth sounding raspy and distant.
"Y/n, where are you?" Keigo's voice drops an octave and you can tell his worry has set in, which was exactly what you wanted to avoid.
"I'm okay, just uh," you pause mid-sentence, your throat tightening around the words as tears threaten to spill again, "just got knocked around a lil bit."
Your laugh comes out bitter. You hate the sound of it.
"Y/n. Tell. Me. Where. You. A-"
"Kei, listen. I need you to know how much I.." your voice betrays you and cracks, and you suddenly find that you can't fight the overwhelming fear and sadness coming over you. You weakly bring a hand up to wipe at your battered cheeks, tears continuing to fall and mix with the grime and blood that covers your skin.
You try again to steel yourself, another deep breath falling from your lips shakily, making your lungs rattle. It's becoming harder each second to keep your eyes open and your mind focused, but if you make it through this one phone call, you know you'll be able to rest easy.
"I need you t'know how much I love you. 'N that everything's g'nna be fine. That you'll be okay. And to not c-"
Suddenly a gunshot rings out and your whole world stands still for a split second, before turning completely sideways.
You register warmth blossoming over your abdomen, spreading and soaking your hero uniform. You can hear Keigo frantically yelling from where your phone slipped from your hand and landed on the concrete next to your head. And the last thing you see is Kimura holstering his gun with one hand, tapping away on his phone with the other.
"What a shitty ending for a hero, don't you think?" Kimura grins down at you.
Yeah. What a shitty ending for a hero.
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The quiet trickle of water finds its way to your ears, and the feeling of something cold and damp against your forehead is a soothing contrast to how hot your body feels.
Opening your eyes feels as though it takes half of whatever strength you have left, and your vision swims. Suddenly hit with a wave a nausea, you lean over and vomit over the edge of the bed you're laying on. Luckily there's a bucket on the floor, and you assume it was placed there for a reason.
That someone placed it there.
In a panic you sit up, your wounds pulling tight and your body protesting. Your vision swims again and it takes you a few moments to ground yourself.
"Ma'am, please don't move too fast. You'll re-open your wounds and you're already in bad shape," a quiet voice projects throughout the room. You look up and notice an older man, probably in his sixties, sitting in a chair next to the bed you're currently occupying.
"Who are you? Where's Kimura?" You grit out, grabbing the edge of the blankets and tossing them off of you. The man in front of you is ready for your attempt at escape and he places steady hands on your shoulders, pushing you back onto the bed.
"Please! My name is Daichi Tanaka, I am a doctor! I found you in an alleyway near Higashiosaka. I would have taken you to a hospital but you begged me not to," the man pleads, his hands persistent on your shoulders.
You glare at him momentarily, before relaxing back onto the bed, still weary of his intentions.
"Kimura? Is that the name of the person who did this to you?" The man - Tanaka - asks hesitantly.
You ignore his question in favor for asking your own, "How long have I been out?"
Tanaka stares at at you, seeming to contemplate answering, but you figure he finally realizes you aren't taking any shit because his answer comes out with a sigh.
"A little over a week. You've been in and out, your fever finally broke this morning."
Over a week. You've been out for over a week and you don't know where you are, where Kimura went, and where Keigo-
Keigo.
It all comes crashing back to you and you lie back, your hands resting over your eyes.
Tanaka seems to have been reading your mind, because he pulls your phone from the nightstand next to you and passes it over.
"I wiped as much blood from it as I could. You have many new notifications and quite a few missed calls. I wasn't able to unlock it to call anyone, but it seems there are many people worried about you." Tanaka stands then, making his way toward the bedroom door.
"I will give you some privacy for now, but expect me to be back in twenty minutes to check up on you."
With that, Tanaka leaves, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
You stare down at your phone, the screen cracked and a few specs of blood and dirt tucked into its crevices. You type your pin in and pull your notifications up, Keigo's name amongst others filling the screen.
You don't realize you're crying until a small hiccup forces its way from your mouth, your cheeks wet with tears.
You notice a voice-mail from him, and though you know it's only going to make you more upset, you force yourself to open it to make sure he's okay.
His voice floods the room and it immediately breaks your heart at how wrecked he sounds. You can tell he's been crying by how gravelly his voice sounds as the message plays out.
"You know," Keigo laughs bitterly over the phone, "I punched Ryosetsu in the face for letting you go on this mission alone. Gave 'im a real nice shiner on your behalf."
The message goes quiet and you can hear what sounds like a glass bottle being opened in the background, Keigo's quiet sniffles also making themselves known.
"Fuck, y/n. They didnt even.. they didnt even find your body. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, huh?
"They wouldn't even let me anywhere near the scene, I had to sit back at the office while they kept me informed. He said there was uh.." you assume Keigo pauses to take a swig of whatever he's drinking based off the tink of the glass bottle, "heh, he said there's a low chance you're even alive because there was so much blood. Fuck."
You grimace at how blunt he is with the statement and how distant his voice sounds. You can only hope that he hasn't been drinking as often as your thoughts are telling you.
"Please come back to me," he whimpers over the message, and a new wave of tears fall down your cheeks. "Please.. I can't do this without you."
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A few days pass.
Tanaka refuses to take any of your shit.
He most definitely refuses to let you leave until you had one more solid meal in you, and one more day of rest.
You're still a little weak, bruises and abrasions littering your skin ( not to mention the nasty bullet wound Tanaka managed to sew up for you ) but you finally have enough strength to stand and walk on your own.
He pleads with you to stay one more day, just to ensure you're strong enough to be by yourself, but you shake your head and bow before him.
"Thank you, Mr. Tanaka, but I have to keep moving. It might be unsafe for you if I stay."
So instead he writes down his phone number on a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to you, patting your hand briefly.
"You're a strong one, just be sure to take care of yourself." He smiles kindly at you, and you nod before taking your leave.
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Days go by as you hop around from town to town, only stopping for food and rest.
It's been a little over two weeks since you made the decision to distance yourself to ensure the safety of your friends and Keigo, and nearly two months since you were assigned the mission. While you knew faking your death was the only way to keep people from asking too many questions about why you suddenly disappeared, you weren't expecting to actually get shot and almost die.
You keep up with the recent events as best as you can, continuously watching news coverage and especially keeping tabs on Keigo's agency.
Your breath catches in your throat one day while you're moving through a rural seaside town, large red wings and a familiar hero uniform immediately catching your attention.
A flood of emotions run through you and it takes everything in you to not run up to him and hold him. But the fear of Kimura's prying eyes hold you back, and you steadily remind yourself that you're doing this to protect him.
You keep your distance and watch his every move. He's staring down at his phone for a while and after a few moments it rings. He brings it to his ear and though you can't hear what he's saying, it must be something important.
Because soon enough his wings are spread out and he's taking flight into the afternoon sky.
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'Pro-Hero Hawks makes appearance in. Tanabe - finds lead on hero killer'
'Hanamatsu hero case still under investigation'
'Top Hero Agency in Japan pursuing hero killer - Kimura'
The news headlines on your phone cause your blood to run cold. How foolish of you to think Keigo would let this go so easily.
To think he wouldn't trace every piece of evidence and go to the ends of the earth to take down someone who hurt you.
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You keep tabs on him as best you can. It begins to feel like you're stalking him, in a weird way, but you'll be damned if you did all of this just to put his safety on the line.
Keigo stays in Tanabe for the time being, the week passing by in a blur as you track his movements.
You figure Kimura went into hiding since his criminal activity fell flat after your encounter with him, but Keigo is as persistent as he's ever been, nitpicking every lead that comes his way.
A few days later word gets out that Kimura has been spotted in the village of Hidakagawa, just thirty minutes northwest of Tanabe.
You only hope you can get there before Keigo does.
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Hidakagawa is exactly what you pictured, a perfect little town for a low-life criminal to live under the radar.
Its quiet and rural, its occupants living their lives happily tucked away from the bustling life of the city.
A few squad cars rush past you as you look at the map you have pulled up on your phone. It seems a little out of character for such a small town, so you push yourself forward and follow them.
○ ○ ○
When you finally catch up to the squad cars, the scene before you makes your hair stand on end.
Keigo has Kimura pinned to the ground, battered and bruised, his fist closed around a one of his feathers that he's currently wielding as a blade. A few dozen officers surround the scene, guns drawn and on edge.
Kimura smirks up at him and whatever he says is out of earshot, but its enough to piss Keigo off and send him into a frenzy.
"Kei, stop!" You find yourself yelling shakily. You finally manage to push through the barricade of officers and it's then that Keigo makes eye contact with you, his closed fist halted in the air.
Kimura takes the split second of distraction to knock the blade from Keigo's hand, flipping their position so the winged hero is pinned to the floor of the temple. He pulls out his gun and cocks it, pressing it to Keigo's forehead.
All the while Keigo keeps his eyes on you.
"I thought I told you to stay away, little one," Kimura grits out, wiping a trail of blood from his mouth, "Now it looks like your little hawk is about to lose his wings, all because someone can't listen."
You move on impulse when Kimura turns his attention back to Keigo, and you grab the handgun from the officer closest to you.
You waste no time in firing a bullet, hitting Kimura right in the temple. But as it strikes he squeezes the trigger of his own gun on impulse, which is still trained on Keigo, a second round going off.
- to be continued -
tbh i was super nervous to post this bc im so new to the fandom but here we go!!
also i just made up random characters bc im not quite caught up with the manga, and also picked random spots in japan that i know absolutely nothing about
rip to my writing skills lmfao
♡ ky
#im terrified to post this lmaooo#hawks x reader#bnha hawks#mha hawks#mha keigo takami#bnha takami keigo#keigo takami x reader#keigo takami#hawks#ky writes#ky answers#fanfiction#you came back to me
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Chapter 321 is it Iideku or Dekuneta?
Just like the chapters ago I will give out my opinion on this chapter. Again more is under the cut and things are tagged. This is again my opinion.
We start out with Hagakure, Kirishima and Aoyama giving over the villain Dictator to Endeavor. Explains why they weren’t in the other chapter.
All three wanted to say more to Midoriya.
We then see Shoto talk to Midoriya who is still inside his ice. Shoto tells that maybe this has been AFOs plan all along. To put him into this state so he can attack UA. That Class 1A should be fighting with him. He tells him that Izuku is in a sorry state. That working with them is a valid option.
Izuku counters that this is a fight between AFO and OFA and that the others can not keep up.
The class has a plan and they put it into action. Tsuyu throws Mineta towards Izuku so he can use his new technique on him to tie him up. Mineta tells him that he fell for the scared, crying Izuku that worked with the others back at the USJ. Mineta uses 惚れた (horeta) which is used to say “falling in love”. He told him that he admired him before he could control OFA.That he was awesome even without the power.
Midoriya tries to escape with Fa jin and blackwhip. Uraraka, Ashido, Shoji, Koda, Tokoyami, Todoroki and Bakugou work together to reach Izuku. they exlaim they dont want to be protected but also dont want to reject what he does. They want to be with him.
Bakugou thinks that he still has a lot to tell him and catapults Iida towards him. The only person used to the speed. The person to keep up.
The second user tells that the only one that can stand beside him are those with the same resolve that can match his pace. Iida tells that Izuku always outpaced him but he is always ready to challenge him.
And he does take Izukus hand. Izuku wants him to let go. Iida tells him no. That the hero Ingenium will run across the land to give a helping hand to a child that is lost. That what a real hero does is giving help that is not asked for. To meddle in things.
So now with the summary out of the way here comes my opinion. As I said it before UA is not a safe place. I do not trust the so called barrier. From what I can guess from the text they dont want to bring him back but rather compromise and work alongside him. Todoroki is right in saying that Izuku is in a bad state. However I doubt AFO would attack UA right now. He might rather attack if Izuku was back there to show him that he should be on the run. That he can’t be around people.
Personally I am more for that. Them being on the run with him. A hero group, a hero agency, helping him to take down AFOs underlings. They seem to say that they think they understand where he is coming from and wont stop him. They know his resolve. Still something feels missing. They lack details about Izuku and his past.
Mineta of all people says something interesting. That he found Midoriya awesome without his power. Awesome before he could control OFA. And Isn’t that something Midoriya needs to hear. To tell him that even without power he is worth something. He is awesome. for years he has been told he is worthless, a pebble on the road, useless. It all feeds into his self worth issues. He thinks being useful means having a quirk and using it. This is something he needs to hear to help him.
It brings me to my next point. Bakugou. This time he did not insult him or look feral ready to beat him up. He explains that he still has lots to tell him. It might be.....there is a possibility that this might be the apology we have been waiting for.....however....While right now they are in a strong emotional state I am not sure if it is the right time for an apology. Right now it is about Izuku and not Bakugou. Also from judging how things went in the past the apology might be lackluster. Bakugou might leave out details while the others are listening. Like he did before when he told All Might he bullied him. If we are lucky Izuku will not accept that. And even if he does. Accepting an apology does not mean it equals into forgiveness and therefore an attempt at redemption. A nice break. A victim not forgiving the person that hurt them after an apology.
And here comes an important part of the chapter. Iida. Iideku having canon evidence. Same with one sided Dekuneta.
Iida takes his hand. People like to claim it as a callback to Kamino. As secretly a Bakudeku moment. Even though Kamino had Izuku call out that even in a life or death situation Bakugou would never take his hand.
But now back to the main man. The class president. The man calling themself Ingenium. A name given to him by his brother in the Stain arc. The stain arc that is more fitting as comparison. Izuku does not want help. Just like Iida didn’t want help. For almost killing his brother Stain turned into Iidas nemesis. He had tunnel vision to attack him. So does Izuku with AFO. It brought both in a bad state. “Giving help that is not asked for is what makes a true hero.”. This is what happened in the Stain arc. Iida didnt want their help. He wanted to do it alone. He would have died if he did it alone. Iida here kept his promise. He had growth and therefore took the name Ingenium. The last page shows it. Both of them are crying. Iida is one of his first friends with Uraraka. It seems that Izukus emotions have been reached. That the class has reached them. As class president he stands for the class.
Iida is one of the closest characters to Izuku. Funny how him and Gran Torino share fast quirks.
Overall I did enjoy the chapter. I now doubt that they want to drag him back to UA but rather work with him. It makes sense. While they wont stand much against AFO everyone beside AFO is a viable target. We still got the rest of the league and whatever assasin AFO might send next. I do not expect much from the Bakugou apology that might be coming. Might turn out to be lackluster. Izuku might just simply accept or even say that there is nothing to forgive. Bakugou is the authors fave character. So much consequences might not happen to him.
I am excited for next chapter. See how things might play out now that Iida reached Izuku. Or maybe there won’t be rest yet. Maybe AFO will appear to grab Izuku. Who knows by this point. A twist might happen. Izuku might still snap.
The Dekuneta part was a bit of a joke. Still found it funny to add after what Mineta said.
#bnha chapter 321#anti bakugou#anti bakugo#anti bakudeku#iida tenya#izuku midoriya#Opinions are Opinions
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