After years, I finally have both 🌸❄️… thanks for the cute birthday messages UwU✨
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Hi there! Can I request a part 2 for the Female Tanjiro Reader with Yandere - Cater, Jack, Floyd, Epel, Sebek and Silver? Everyone thinks Reader is a pushover because of how nice and helping she is… until someone torments her brother Nezukuro (That name is absolutely cute) as she’s FIERCELY protective of her brother and desires to return to her world to kill Muzan for massacring her entire family and turning her brother into a demon
BOMUS: Reader shows them her Training Regimen, using the forest and mountain areas (That Jade doesn’t use so he doesn’t get hurt) with traps similar to the Mountain she used to train back in her world (Along with some of the boulders weirdly shaped… until she admits she cut them in half for training)
Reader is VERY encouraging towards Jack, Epel, Sebek and Silver about training (And very willing to show them how her training works to get them to try it)
She doesn’t understand half of what Cater is talking about with technology and slang, but since he gives off a good scent she trusts him and just smiles asking him what he’s talking about (Like when Tanjiro was having a conversation with Kanao)
Reader straight up tells Epel his girlish features are ‘very attractive’ (Reader finds comfort in Epel since he reminds her of Inosuke, even if he’s trying to attack her) and after hearing his struggles only tells Epel he’s attractive/handsome not ‘cute’ (And happily encourages him to try her training once he sees just how strong she is)
Reader sees Silver similar to Nezukuro, and will (VERY carefully not wake him up) move him to places where he’ll sleep more comfortable (Under some shade, a bed, his room, an unoccupied room in Ramshackle) and gushes over Nezukuro having a ‘Napping Buddy/Friend’
Reader is iffy about Sebek since he startled her brother (And reminds the Kamados of Yushiro) and will absolutely get into a full-blown argument with him if he insults her brother saying Malleus is obviously better/more handsome (Thus engaged a side of Reader no one never knew existed; the Sebek Side of her over how amazing Nezukuro is) as well as break a rid of his or two at the beginning for laying a hand on her brother (Nez just wanted to hug Malleus and give/receive head-pats)
Floyd is just going to have a BLAST with his Shrimpy and other Shrimpy
As for Jack, he might just call his mom and dad to let them know he might’ve just found his mate (I can see Jack respecting Nezukuro since he’s strong and protective over his older sister, as well as overcoming his Demonic Self and not devouring humans, takes a lot of willpower and mental strength)
Tanjiro Reader (2) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
Cater Diamond
“W-whoa I didn’t think a human body was capable of that!”
“Thank you?”
He’s enamored and incomparable to you
You’re deeper than any post he could’ve made
Sweeter than any candy he might post
And if it weren’t for your complete lack of knowledge about technology
He would have convinced himself he wasn’t worthy of you
But as you struggle to understand how to even take a photo
He’s taken a thousand of you
He’ll teach you enough
But he’ll probably block all the comments on your posts
Tracking down and bringing an end to any of the comments who seem a little too encouraging
In terms of your ability to smell, well it seems that since you’ve gotten to NRC theres an overwhelming sense of deception, dishonesty, and even some blood
But in your investigations, you’ve found nothing
Maybe that’s just the smell all of Twisted Wonderland has
Jack Howl
“(Y/n) you’re speed and strength is like none other! Show me your techniques please!”
“Of course! You can come with me on my training route while you practice your water breathing!”
He’s floored by how powerful you are even without your sword
While you can explain what Nezukuro is going through he can only speculate in congruence with your own strength
In your world…you have to be that strong to protect yourself from the evil demons?
Then maybe it is best you don’t ever return
But it hurts when his heart swells when you rave about Muzan’s defeat with such fire
But how can he care for his mate if they’re all too eager to return in hopes of killing a creature beyond any reasonable human’s limitations?
He still stuck on that
But while he’s deciding he’ll train alongside you
Becoming a wolf worthy of your love
And hopefully strong enough to join you when you return
That is if he decides to let you leave
Floyd Leech
“Mantis Shrimp! And Bamboo Coral! Training today?”
“Yup! Would you like to join us?”
“Yeah!”
Oddly enough keeps up pretty well with you
Only stopping when he decides he’s had enough and demands you carry him
“Come on Mantis Shrimp you can do it!”
He doesn’t hide his desire to keep you
Always challenging you
You take it lightly evading him as you say how he reminds you of land animal
It’s his attempts at testing your strength
How else is he going to get you to do what he says
Maybe it’ll be different in water but he’s one to take out all competition
Even the mirror that might just bring you home
Epel Felmier
“Your handsome face remind me of a boar back home!”
“A boar?”
“Yeah, he’s very strong and he’s awfully excitable.”
“Yeah?! More excitable than me?!”
Is kind of annoyed that there’s anyone resembling him
But he’s blushing at the compliment
He will not stand for anyone comparing your training routines to what men should be able to do
You should know by now
Your gorgeous anomaly that’s physically much stronger than him
But he’d sooner pass out from a flying log than admit that
But you don’t have magic let alone his ability to protect and encase anyone he so pleases
So if worse comes to worse and you or Nezukuro tries to leave
He has just the antidote
But he’s sure his manly charms will have you swooning and begging not to ever leave his side
Maybe he should ask for some guidance from Vil
Sebek Zigvolt
“THIS–! I-I CAN’T KEEP UP?! HOW CAN THIS BE?!”
“It’s okay Sebek! Everyone has to start from somewhere!”
“SILENCE! I’ve been training for years…”
“..That’s okay.”
“THAT PAUSE WAS MEANT TO DEMEAN ME WASN’T IT!?”
So insecure and infatuated he can’t handle being around you
You truly are in a league of your own
Which surely justifies how you occupy his thoughts all the time
When you mention his resemblence to Yushiro, he protests
“I-I’M NOT INLOVE WITH MALLEUS-SAMA! But rather someone else of comparable quality.”
You and Nezukuro have a hard time at first
But he grows on you
As does his obsession with you
In his twisted psyche it makes sense he one day best you
Because that means obvious ownership
Which is why he can’t help but do anything you ask
It’s only because he hasn’t overcome you yet
But when that happens he’ll be sure to let everyone know of your engagement
Silver
“You carried me? With Nezukuro on your back?”
“Yeah, well I didn’t want you sleeping in the rain. I’d rather my lap than some mud!”
“///”
He’s swooning when he’s not sparring
You’re so good at the sword and maintaining your muscularity
Not to mention everytime you look at him he just can’t seem to talk right
Father suggests making your stay permanent
But maybe he’d give your world a try, there’s plenty of magic in Twisted Wonderland
Maybe he’d help defeat the horror that befell your family and whisk you away
And then you could start a happy family
You Nezukuro and Silver
He’d kill for that harmony
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I think Tim is the cryptid of the superhero community. Hear me out:
In Young Justice, it’s explicitly stated multiple times that Tim Drake’s Robin has never been caught on film. There are no pictures or videos. Even earlier on, in World’s Finest Three, Tim gets Superboy to take all of the credit for taking down Metallo and Poison Ivy (something even the reporters find hard to believe) because Tim can’t let anyone know it was Robin.
Furthermore in Young Justice, the ongoing conflict between Robin and his team is that they find it hard to trust him because he can’t reveal his identity to them. But more than that, he can’t reveal his identity to anyone, he isn’t supposed to let anyone know that Robin even exists. There are fake “files” on all of the characters and even the government doesn’t know who the f Robin is, and the file questions whether or not he actually exists.
Then, there’s the part of the comics where Tim is forced to give up Robin, and Steph replaces him for a bit, and literally nobody outside of Gotham knows. He didn’t tell his friends, Bruce didn’t tell anyone, nobody knows that Tim isn’t Robin anymore. And then, he comes back. Just as out of the blue.
In the Red Robin run, it’s canon that nobody knows where Tim is aside from Ra’s al Ghul (who stalked him from the start and so shouldn’t count). Oracle doesn’t know where he is, none of his friends know (two of them are “dead,” so it’d be hard for them to know), everyone who runs into him is like “??? who tf???” Even Dick only has a vague idea. The whole point of Tam’s side plot is that it is nigh impossible to find Tim unless he decides to collapse onto your hotel room’s bed while bleeding out next to an assassin. As one does.
What does this mean?
It means that some superheroes definitely don’t believe that Tim exists, probably the younger ones. Superman or someone is like “Man, I miss the Robin that didn’t threaten me with swords,” and they’re like “Dick?” “No.” “Jason?” “No.” “??? The girl one?” “No.”
Like, some people have definitely never seen/heard of this weird third Robin, and they definitely think it’s something the older heroes are making up to mess with them. On conspiracy boards in Gotham, some people tell tale of the third Robin, the one that came before the Stabby Robin, and other people are like “You’re making this up! This guy doesn’t exist!”
I bet Duke is occasionally like “Hey, I haven’t seen Tim in like three weeks, is he still alive?” And someone else (Dick or Bruce) is just like “What are you talking about? Tim’s been sitting over in that corner.” And Duke just sees Tim unmoving in a corner, and is like “…that doesn’t answer the question, is he still alive?”
Tim is canonically, in the comics, the best at remaining unseen. He’s a cryptid. Kon and Bart tell horror stories about him and have blurry photos (taken blurrily on purpose in the same vein as Big Foot) that they show younger heroes. Jason occasionally regales his goons with stories of a creepy stalker child who fights crime. Dick tells his coworkers about his brothers but they don’t believe Tim exists because everytime they ask for a photo of him, Dick just shrugs and says he’s a bit camera shy. Damian complains about his brothers and all of his classmates are kind of worried he made up Tim, because he’s never come (it’s funny to imagine Jason and Dick and Bruce all coming to pick up Damian from school. It’s funnier to imagine that even Cass has picked him up). Several workers at Wayne Enterprises think that “Tim Drake-Wayne” is just a made up entity to keep the company out of enemy hands.
Tim is a cryptid, thanks for coming to my TED Talk
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This is why I like dark stories but cannot abide “grimdark”. Many of my favorite books, movies, and TV shows go to very dark places, but even in the worst of them there’s still a light at the end of the tunnel.
Somewhere along the way, though, a bunch of people decided that “Hope” was childish. Ignorant. To hope is to believe that your actions can make a difference, which is impossible so why bother?
To that I’m reminded of the story of the girl throwing starfish beached on the shore back into the ocean. A man says to her, “Little girl, look at all those starfish! You can’t save them all. You can’t possibly make a difference!” To which the little girl picks up a starfish, throws it back into the ocean, and says “I made a difference to that one.”
And that’s the point. One person may not be able to save the world. But one person can make it just a tiny bit better. And sometimes, all you need is enough people willing to do that tiny bit and hope it makes a difference.
Description: A photo of Sir Terry Pratchett with a quote, “Why does the third of the three brothers, who shares his food with the old woman in the wood, go on to become king of the country? Why does James Bond manage to disarm the nuclear bomb a few seconds before it goes off rather than, as it were, a few seconds afterwards? Because a universe where that did not happen would be a dark and hostile place. Let there be goblin hordes, let there be terrible environmental threats, let there be giant mutated slugs if you really must, but let there also be hope. It may be a grim, thin hope, an Arthurian sword at sunset, but let us know that we do not live in vain.”
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 19)
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notes: this is late and short and i apologize for that! i’ve had such a busy few days
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y/ndevils00 WE WON!! WE ACTUALLY WON!!
i mean… yeah, it’s cool, we won.
with the return of my absolute favorite captain (sorry Quinnifer), the devilish whores won 7-2 against the swords!
we kicked off the scoring just a minute and a half into the first with a goal from Holtzy, and almost 10 minutes later, got a goal from uncle Toffee to give us a 2-0 lead!
but that’s not all! just 4 minutes later, captain slut got his first goal back!! GO NICOLAS!!! and in true boyfriends fashion, he acquired his first goal back the same way that Jacky did; on his first game back, in the first period of the game, with a goal that had to be confirmed by officials that it was a good goal! how utterly boyfriends of them! they definitely planned that!
and to end first period, we got yet another EVEN strength goal (no power play goals yet here!) from Pally Pocket!! giving us a FOUR goal lead on those bitches from buffalo!
in second period we got yet another goal from Tyler the creator, just 2 minutes in! bringing the score to 5-1! thank you, queen! and then the rest of that period was boring af
BUT THIRD PERIOD! OH I LOVED THIRD PERIOD! we opened that period and made it our bitch with a goal from MY best friend in the whole big wide world, Dawg-son Mercer!! EVERYBODY CHEER! WOOOOO!!! (with an assist from my lovely pain in the ass, babygirl!)
AND LASTLY, WITH OUR ONE AND ONLY POWER PLAY GOAL, WE HAVE MY (hopefully) FUTURE LITTLE BROTHER, LUKEY ‘SMUSH’ HUGHES!!! LET’S GO, BABY HUGHES!! SHOW ‘EM WHAT YOU’RE MADE OF!!
i’ll see you guys on tuesday after we play the long island iced teas!
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john.marino97 i don’t even get my own pic tonight?
y/ndevils00 i only have so many spots Jonathan! what am i supposed to do, you didn’t score a goal! do you want me to just take someone’s pic away to fit you in?!
john.marino97 1. not my name. 2. yes
y/ndevils00 NO! stop being greedy— jesus you’re like a stray cat, i feed you love once and you never leave me alone again
john.marino97 one could argue that you’re actually the stray cat
y/ndevils00 am i the one begging for your love right now? no!
john.marino97 i could post a photo of what you’re doing right now and it would suggest otherwise…
user29 what’s she doing right now?!
lhughes_06 @/user29 john is giving her a piggyback ride throughout the empty arena because she wouldn’t leave him alone
jackhughes how tf did you get the last picture from the press box?
y/ndevils00 ✨zoom✨
jackhughes well i need you to ✨zoom✨ out and stop camera stalking me while i’m on the bench. WATCH THE GAME.
y/ndevils00 don’t tell me what to do?
jackhughes you’re right, i’m sorry for telling you to do your job
y/ndevils00 you should be. thank you!
nicohischier you called me anything but my name
y/ndevils00 obviously? do you not see my gag here Nicole?
nicohischier i see it, i hate it, i ask you to do better
y/ndevils00 HEY DON’T TAKE MY LINE!
nicohischier too late. took it. made it my own.
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes PUT YOUR BITCH ON A LEASH
jackhughes but you’re my bitch?
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes take that back right now
jackhughes or what?
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes or i’ll tell Sid?
jackhughes consider it unsaid 🫡
user01 NICO AND LUKE GOALS AND WE WON
user63 “bitches from buffalo” is how i’ll be referring to them now tysm
holtz_10 please leave me out of this
y/ndevils00 you’re part of the team, are you not? you’re briefly photographed and mentioned just shut up and say thank you
holtz_10 for what? you didn’t even congratulate me
john.marino97 bro, it’s not worth the fight, just say it
holtz_10 thank you?
y/ndevils00 you’re welcome, swedish meatball!
tofff73 thank you and you’re welcome, queen!
y/ndevils00 TAKE NOTES PEOPLE! THIS IS WHAT YOU DO!
dawson1417 you’ve been here for like 2 months and you already make the rest of us look bad, Toff
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 you could NEVER look bad to me, honey bun! the others, however, could use some work
lhughes_06 i’ll be your future brother if i have any say in it
jackhughes but you DON’T have any say in it?
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that’s what YOU think
jackhughes i- what does that even mean?
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes wouldn’t you like to know
jackhughes i’m pretty sure YOU don’t even know
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes you can’t prove that (i don’t)
dawson1417 CHEERING!! WOOOO!!! YAY ME!!
y/ndevils00 alright london tipton, let’s tone it down a little before somebody thinks you’re conceited
dawson1417 you’re right, sorry, GO TEAM!
y/ndevils00 there we go!! (we can cheer for just you off insta! nobody else matters!)
dawson1417 can we go out for drinks to celebrate me?
y/ndevils00 are you buying?
dawson1417 sure?
y/ndevils00 then ABSOLUTELY!!
user87 so are we just gonna breeze past “Pally pocket” … like polly pocket?
y/ndevils00 i liked to chew on the clothes <3
jackhughes i’m concerned for your well being
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you keep me sane 🥰
jackhughes well it’s a lot of work and i don’t think i’m doing a very good job
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(Photo: Carmen Escobar Carrio)
Juana Galán - Heroic guerrillera
When the French invaded Spain during the Peninsular War, some women were determined to resist. Among them was Juana Galán (1787-1812), the daughter of a prosperous tavern keeper.
On June 6, 1808, a column of 1,000 enemy troops attacked the town of Valdepeñas. Juana rallied the townswomen under her command. They manned the windows and threw boiling water and oil at the enemy.
Juana went to the street armed with a club. She reportedly pulled several French soldiers from their horses and dispatched them with a blow to the head. The townspeople’s fierce resistance forced the French to retreat and never return.
Juana didn’t live to see the end of the war. She died in 1812 while giving birth to her daughter. Her legacy lives on and she was made a local heroine and a symbol of resistance. She now has her own monument in Valdepeñas.
Like Juana, other women fought in desperate situations or during riots, sometimes with improvised weapons. In 1809, an unnamed woman armed with a sword rallied the inhabitants of Penafiel (northern Portugal) and led them in battle against the raiders. In 1811, María Marcos, a tavern keeper from La Palma del Condado, played a key role in repelling a small group of French soldiers.
There were also cases of women involved in guerrilla warfare. The Catalan Somatén, a paramilitary defense organization, had female members such as María Escoplé, Magdalena Bofill, Margarita Tona, María Catalina and Catalina Martín. Francisca de la Puerta reportedly fought in Extremadura and commissioned the Junta of her province for permission to form her own guerrilla band.
Wanting to avenge her father and brother, Martina de Ibaibarriaga Elorriagafora disguised herself as a man and led a guerrilla band until she gained a commission in the Spanish army. An unnamed woman was given the command of a troop by the Junta of Molina de Aragón in 1809. A British officer also mentioned women serving with bands of irregulars as active combatants.
For more heroines of the Peninsular War, see Agustina de Aragón.
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Further reading
Esdaile Charles J., Women in the Peninsular War
Sheldon Natasha, “Juana Galan: A Spanish Heroine of the Peninsula War”
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Remember that hc I wrote about the poes from TOTK? I wrote it as a warm up before I get to all my requests
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Wild was strange. It was no secret to the eight others and certainly nothing he tries to hide at any point in time. Right off the bat everyone knew he was a wildcard, very spontaneous and reckless, yet he still held a sort of noble tone. Some of his actions told the others he must have had some kind of fancy past, one he can remember in body but not in mind. And yet despite every action and strange comment he has made across the last few months of traveling, nothing could have prepared them for this one secret he didn’t know was a secret.
The stars shine brightly this night, all complimented by the crescent moon. A soft breeze blows throughout Kakiriko village this eerie night, rustling the grass and kicking up the occasional leaf. Time leads the chain ahead, as he is familiar with this land. It is his Hyrule, after all. His eyes scan the surrounding town. No one is out, most prefer to sleep at this late time. But he seems set on checking on the graveyard.
“I’ve just got a feeling…” he mutters to the others, not really caring if anyone hears him or not. As the sign for the graveyard comes into view, some of the boys look between each other.
Warriors places a hand on his hip, “What are we doing here?” He asks, looking over to Time.
“I suspect there may be some monsters here we need to take care of.” Is what he responds with, pausing for a second to look over his shoulder at the others, before carrying on without another word. Most of them sigh, exhaustion weighing in on them. But Wild, however, seems intrigued.
“Graveyard, eh? Don’t think I’ve seen any of this caliber, save for the makeshift one in my own Kakiriko.” He casually says, examining the sighs, before pulling out the Purah Pad and snapping a quick photo. “Most graveyards I’ve seen are villages that were ransacked by the calamity, or the occasional mass grave.” With his eyes downcast, he sighs and shrugs it off. “But ey, what can you really do? At least we’re working on it.”
Legend gives Wild a pat on his shoulder and a sad look, but the Champion waves him off. “‘M fine! Just a tad strange to think about is all.” He tells him. And so they continue on.
Entering the graveyard was sort of surreal. An almost ghostly fog surrounds the countless gravestones that decorate the grass. Time glares at seemingly nothing. “They’re here.”
Sky looks at him with a nervous chuckle, “Well that’s not ominous at all.” He scuffs his feet in the dirt for a second, taking a big look around. “Sooooo… Who exactly is here?”
Time pulls out his sword, muttering a single word. “Poes.”
Wild’s ears twitch as he visibly perks up at this, a small smile creeping up on his face. “Poes, you say?” He immediately runs ahead past Time, ignore how he has his sword drawn.
“Wild, wait!-“ but as Time calls out, a Poe comes running towards Wild.
First thing Wild notes is how different it looks from his poes. It looks more disheveled and somewhat angered. Then again, if he were a Poe, he might be angry too, so he won’t judge. Second thing he notes is how it seems to be wanting to attack him. Huh, that’s new. But as the Poe comes charging in and before the others can reach him, a teal glow shoots out of Wild’s chest.
At first it appears to be some kind of orb, but swiftly it seems to grow arms, legs, a head and armor. Along with that comes a sword and a shield. With a swift, experienced swing the ghost knight sends the aggressive Poe tumbling back.
The others stare on in shock as this ghost points its sword at the growling Poe.
“Calm yourself, brother. Anger will solve nothing.” He tells him. Surprisingly, the poe calms down, while still holding it’s angered look.
“What. The fuck?” Wind mutters out, his head cocking to the side as if another view will make this make sense. It doesn’t, it just makes everything sideways.
Time runs up and grabs Wild’s shoulder, about to scold him when the champ brushes him off. “Not now. After.” He says, then begins to walk to the poe.
“I know you’re angry… I’d be angry in your situation too. Your feelings are valid, my ghostly friend. But attacking me will not make you feel better, I promise…” he smiles and reaches out to touch it. “You must be so tired… being a spirit for so long. I can help you rest, friend.”
Now it was the poe’s turn to perk up, looking at Wild excitedly.
“Come with me, buddy. When I get home, I’ll help your spirit rest. You can finally move on. How’s that sound? You up for it?” Wild gives a bright, toothy smile. With his hand outstretched, the chain waits with bated breath, not wanting to anger the poe and cause it to lash out. But, the poe doesn’t.it walks forwards and leans into his hand, and its form vanishes, curling into a blue flame like orb much like the knight was just a few moments ago. The orb floats into his chest, and Wild stretches out before turning to the knight.
“Thank you, friend. If I may ask… who are you?” He asks. And the knight chuckles, taking off his helmet and holding it against his body.
The knight doesn’t need to say a thing, because as soon as his helmet is off, Wild’s ears twitch and his eyebrows raise in surprise. In a swift, muscle memory movement, both of his arms fold behind his back as he straightens his posture.
“Captain!” He calls out, holding back a smile. The captain laughs and ruffles Wild’s hair.
“Ah, buddy, no need for those formalities!” He speaks and wraps an arm around his shoulder, bringing him close. “Just look at you! You’ve gotten so big! And your hair- it’s longer! It’s a good look. You’re all grown up, kid.” He gives a bittersweet smile. “I remember when you were just a tot, runnin’ around your Pa’s leg, asking when you’ll be big enough to hold a real sword. Now look at you!”
Wild can no longer hold back his wide smile as he turns and brings him into a big hug without a word.
“Your dad would be proud of you, buddy.” He whispers as pats his back. They stay that way for a few seconds, before they separate, smiling at each other.
“Thank you.” Is all Wild can force out of his mouth. “I’m sorry you’re stuck here, I’ll let your spirit rest as well next time we’re in the depths. Promise.” He rubs the back of his neck- a nervous tick of his. But the captain smiles at him.
“Don’t be sorry. Seeing you kick monster ass is pretty neat, I don’t regret my time here.” He tells the champ with a light, playful shove. “But, before I return to a true poe, I have something for you.” He hands out the sword he was holding. It looks pitch black to him and the others at this moment, but when Wild grabs it, it takes form into a true sword with a golden and purple hilt. A royal broadsword. Wild brings the spirit into a one armed hug.
“Thank you, thank you! I really needed this!” He laughs a bit.
“Yeah, I noticed.” The spirit responds with a hearty laugh, patting his shoulder. “See ya next time, kiddo.” And just like that, his form curls up into that same orb, and floats back into his chest.
Wild casually turns around and walks back to Time with a wide smile.
“Man, that poe sure was pissed off, eh? Are they always like that?” He asks, before taking in Time’s absolutely flabbergasted state. “…Time?” And when he looks to the others, he sees them all in similar states of shock. “What’s up with you guys?”
Wind runs up, grabbing him by his shoulders and shakes Wild around. “Fucking Farore what the hell was that?! How did you do that? You’re friends with a GHOST? and you DIDN’T TELL ME?” He nearly shouts, and Wild shakes his head.
“That wasn’t a ghost, that was a poe!” He casually responds.
“Not the poe, that ghost knight that showed up!” Wind tells him.
“Yeah… that was a poe.”
“WHAT?!”
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think u might be my new fav person omg?? (i don't know if this is srs or not so /hj)
anyways brother figure kazuha who found you asleep and injured on one of his adventures :( also found your panties ripped and assumed that maybe... something happened? regardless, he snaps a quick photo of your (possibly used) pussy and carries you back to his hideout.
you stayed with him for a while, and he seemed like a brother to you, and you loved him as such and maybe a little more!
and of course, as an experienced samurai, he teaches you how to work your way around a sword!! and..well..his sword.
he guided your hands and tiny mouth around his cock whenever you did something right, and like a good girl (or boy or whatever u want) you obeyed!! this made him so happy sometimes, that he just pushed your head down his cock :( you always forgive him though, cant stay mad at your big bro figure!! <3
(this is my first ever thirst i sent hhhh i have no idea if im doing it right lmk pls)
cupping your cheeks n planting a big ol smooch on your lips, this was so yummy anonnie!!!!
kazuha-nii <3333 make it a memory loss incident and he reteaches you everything abt how to live! like using a sword to fight and making his sword very very happy!!! so happy that it spurts hot heavy loads down your throat and it always makes kazuha-nii smile so warmly at you, his cheeks glowing red as he pets your head !!! you completely forget abt the pain of having your airway blocked from his thick length and smile with your mouthfull of his cum, happy to have made your kazuha-nii proud of you !!! eventually you become his precious lil cumdump that he keeps in his hideout mwamwa <3
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Do you think Elain will get gwydion? I remember Sarah posting Blodeuwedd on her pinterest in association with Elain. The name Gwydion continues to show up in the story of Blodeuwedd
I don't think Elain would end up with Gwydion considering her character does not seem set up to become a warrior but, I do think there is something to her being tagged in a photo of Blodeuwedd and what it means for the sword.
Lucien, as Elain's mate, seems connected to that fairytale as he is the substitute for the role of Llew considering Llew was the one who had a wife created for him out of flowers, "the most beautiful maiden anyone had seen". And it was Llew's uncle "Gwydion" who created this wife for him.
"The name Gwydion is a boy's name meaning "born of trees". A name from Welsh mythology. In the Mabinogion, Gwydion was a powerful magician who made his nephew a wife from flowers (Blodeuwedd, meaning "face of flowers").
So we have the name being connected to the Blodeuwedd tale and that name means "born of trees" which is how Autumn Court males are often described. Lucien was a "son of the forest and he looked crafted from it", in SF we have similar imagery for Eris.
Those are two really big points in favor of Lucien getting Gwydion, in my opinion. Not to mention the sword is a symbol of the first High King of Prythian and if anyone is going to take up a symbol of that role, the one who helps maintain the peace across the lands of Pyrthian, human lands and the continent, there really is nobody more suited than Lucien.
The sword is also a Made object and we're told in SF that through Helion and his reaction to the Mask, Lucien has a possible connection to items of the Made variety.
I also really like the symbolism of Lucien having Gwydion and Az having Truth Teller. In the fairytale it's Az's character "Gronw" that tries to kill Llew (Lucien's character) with a spear which LLew evades when he turns into an eagle and flies away (interesting how Helion's beast form seems to match that description).
We have Az who holds all this jealousy towards Lucien, believing that he's not a good male and not deserving of Elain which is sad because the two actually have a lot in common and could have shared a decent connection had Az not let his bitterness get in the way.
If by the end of the series Lucien has Gwydion and Az has Truth Teller, it comes full circle. Where, because the blades were like two long lost friends catching up in HOFAS, Lucien and Az will always find themselves reconnecting over the years because of those blades. I think Az is acting like an ass at the moment but they're always going to be in one another's lives. Elain will always be Feyre's sister and Lucien will always be Elain's mate and Feyre's friends so there's going to be holidays spent together, children birthday celebrations spent together, and so on. I doubt SJM will close out these books where the two males share in animosity and this solution is one way to set right their past, how a friendship of sorts can take shape.
I also really like the thought that Nesta would bestow Gwydion to Lucien after the way she acted towards him once they all realized he was Elain's mate. It would be an acknowledgement from her that he is her brother and a worthy male for her sister.
Editing after a conversation with @crazy-ache and an idea she had. It would always be symbolic of Nesta to pass the torch of Lucien taking care of her sister through the sword. I have no doubt that by the time her story is finished, the others will acknowledge that Elain is capable of taking care of herself but, Nesta will always want to know someone is looking out for her. Since I imagine she won't be the one to have that role any longer, it would probably give her peace of mind to have Lucien looking out for Elain (as Elain will look out for Lucien) especially with the knowledge that he has a Made weapon. Nesta has the Trove, Ataraxia, Narben is still out there, the dagger she created, it actually doesn't make sense for the members of the Night Court to keep all made weapons for themselves when Lucien and Elain are supposed to be equals to the members of the IC, just in a different court.
Other than that possibility.....
I don't know that I see Gwyn ending up with Gwydion as Az had a strange reaction when the blades were near one another. I can't imagine him dealing with that day in and day out. Gwyn also named a sword, unprompted, "Silver Majesty" and both Gwydion and TT have black blades (I think Narben will be hers).
If Lucien does not end up with Gwydion, I could see it going to Mor considering her family was the original ruling family of the Night Court and she could possible be a female descendant of Theia's. Bonus points if Az gives up the first Illyrian hero's dagger to Emerie, the first female Illyrian to complete the Rite.
As for Elain, I could see Lucien gifting her a dagger the way he once did Feyre. Something lovely and beautiful that she can keep for self protection and that does not have the bloody history that Truth Teller does.
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"I wouldn't have made it this far without you. What am I to do when you start doubting yourself?"
BlackRose was my number one dream cosplay as a kid! I loved .hack//Infection, Mutation, Outbreak and Quarantine so much. I originally made this costume in 2015, but this is my rebuild from 2020. For the armor, everything was made out of EVA foam, and the breastplate base was an old strapless bra I had lying around. I re-purposed the tights, loincloth fabric, and wig (just re-styled it) from my 2015 cosplay, as well as the sword that was built with the help of my brother-in-law back then too. Everything else was created new, and since I was furloughed at the time I had all the time in the world to get everything perfectly how I wanted.
I even designed the tattoos myself on Illustrator! They're available for purchase on my ko-fi.
Photos by my partner & edits by me
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The Ice Goddess and Her Icy Warrior Chapter 15.
A/N: I don’t know Cyrax’s real name, so I gave him a name! Motswane which means good. Also, I found this beautiful gif on pinterest.
“The reunion.”
Smoke and Cyrax were sparring together. Each was equal in their skill and might, but Smoke proved more fluid and speedy. With a precise move, Smoke struck Cyrax in the chest with a palm strike. Cyrax flew away from the ring. He rolled and fell face-first on the floor. He let out a pained groan.
Smoke smiled, proud of himself and his skills. He chuckled triumphantly as he stared at the fallen Cyrax.
Tomas placed his hands on his hips. “Hey, Cy,” Tomas called loudly. “Even after decades, you still didn’t lose it!”
Cyrax rose to his feet, wiped the dirt from his face, he chuckled, and walked to Tomas. Then both warriors bowed to each other.
“You too, Tomas,” Cyrax muttered his tone is soft.
A familiar, melodic voice called for these two. “Hello, Tomas and Motswane,” Selviya greeted with her sweet voice.
Smoke and Cyrax blushed at the sight of Selviya. She wears a light blue cropped Topshop denim jacket, a red blouse, a blue navy jean skirt, and blue high boots.
“Soo, Where have you been?” Cyrax prompted as he crossed his arms. “We didn’t see you this morning,”
Selviya chuckled as she awkwardly rubbed the back of her head with her hand. “Oh, I was on a mission to hunt down Kano,” she replied with a sweet voice.
Smoke and Cyrax were concerned, but from the look of it, Selviya managed to get out of it alive. “So, we take it that you succeeded?” Tomas inquired. He had a big grin on his face.
Selviya nodded her head as she smiled; this time she smiled devilishly, hinting that she had done something terrible to Kano. Both men gulped in concern. They pitied Kano.
“Umm, Selviya? What did you do?” Cyrax asked.
Selviya put her hand on her mouth. “Oh, nothing much,” she snickered.
Both men's interests were piqued. They wanted to know what Selviya did to that bastard Kano. In the meantime, they are waiting for Selviya to explain more.
Selviya sighted. “Well, He gave Kuai his scar,” She explained. “It’s only fair he has a scar of his own,”
This information astounded Tomas and Motswane. So it was Kano's fault that their friend's face was scarred. They complimented Selviya for her efforts in apprehending Kano and giving him a scar on his eye.
Tomas smiled as he crossed his arms once again. “If you ask me, He deserves worse,” Tomas declared.
Cyrax nodded his head, agreeing with the smoke. “Totally, that bastard deserves to die,” Cyrax announced. His tone is laced with disdain and disgust towards Kano.
Selviya chuckled again. "I really wanted him dead, but Sonya insisted I bring him alive," Selviya said in a neutral tone.
“So, how did you fight him? With Ice daggers or Kori swords?” Smoke inquired curiously.
Selviya smiled because both men were interested to know more about the incident. “I used my ice daggers,” She told them.
Cyrax smiled as he raised his eyebrow at Selviya. “You didn’t use a Kori sword like Kuai?” Cyrax asked, amused.
Selviya's smile disappeared as she tilted her head and furrowed her brows. “What’s a Kori Sword?” She asked.
Tomas and Cyrax looked at each other in confusion. Smoke was about to say something but Cyrax stopped him by a hand gesture.
“A Kori sword is a long and strong sword made of ice,” Cyrax explained. “It’s the most strong and recognizable weapon that cryomancers use,”
Selviya hummed in understanding. “I see.” She mumbled. “I don’t know how to make it."
Tomas smiled at her. “Andêl,” he called softly. “Why don’t you ask Kuai Liang to help you with that?”
Selviya gazed at Smoke, She smiled and nodded her head. “That’s a good idea!” She muttered.
In the meantime, Kuai Liang rummaged through his room, looking for something. Then an old and worn photo fell of a leathery bag he owned.
Kuai Liang picked it up from the floor and decided to study it. It was a photo of him, his brother, and his mother.
Kuai Liang smiled at it. He felt bittersweet but remembered he had a mother. She was a beautiful American-Chinese woman. He felt saddened by forgetting her name. How could he ever forget his mother's name? The reason he was brought to this universe A traitorous tear escaped his eye. He felt bad and ashamed. In all honesty, no one can blame him for that; Kuai Liang had been through a lot. He was brought into the Lin Kuei, a merciless clan of assassins and monsters. He was automated to be a Cyborg, then killed as a Cyborg by Queen Sindel, and then resurrected by Quan Chi and enslaved by him.
Sitting on his bed, Kuai Liang stared at the picture of his mother. He wondered if she was still alive. Has she forgotten that she has two sons? Has she moved on? And where is she now?
An urgent knock on the door brought Kuai Liang back to reality. Immediately, he turned to the door.
“Enter,” Kuai Liang ordered.
The door opened to reveal Selviya, his girlfriend, He looked at her, and she was gorgeous. She is wearing an elegant red cropped Topshop, a light denim jacket that adds an extravagant touch, and a navy jean skirt to match her blouse with blue high boots. She looks elegant and beautiful; Kuai Liang noted that.
Kuai Liang smirked as he walked towards her. “Hello, love,” he said with a charming tone. “You look gorgeous~"
Selviya chuckled as she pulled Kuai Liang to her.
“You look handsome yourself.” She muttered with a lovely tone.
Kuai Liang blushed. He felt the heat on his groin. He tried his hardest to snuff the desire inside of him and focus on the matter at hand: finding his mother.
“Thank you, Selviya.” Kuai Liang spoke in a soft tone.
Selviya noticed that Kuai Liang’s room was quite a mess. His drawers are left open, the shelves are disoriented and messy, and the papers are everywhere, just as other things are discarded on the floor carelessly. His room was like a teenager’s room; it was unordered and troubling. Selviya sighed in complete annoyance at him.
“You know, it’d not kill you to tidy your room,” Selviya muttered in annoyance.
Kuai Liang only rolled his eyes at her as he crossed his arms. He didn’t answer her at all, She got a point. His room is messy as never before.
She strolled to the mess. As she began to gather the papers and tidy them together, She glanced at his bed. She saw a lot of pictures lying there, but only one specific picture caught her eye. It was a photo of a beautiful Chinese woman hugging her two little boys. As Selviya was walking to see the picture, her gaze was fixed on it.
She held the photo with delicate hands as she examined it before her. Her crystal blue eyes were drinking in every detail. The woman in the photo was a beautiful young Chinese mom. She was hugging her two little boys. Her wide, gentle smile and her warm chocolate eyes are unique features of hers. Her posture was relaxed and happy. This photo reminded Selviya of the old family photos back in the 90s and 80s. She knew these little boys were Kuai Liang and Bi Han. They looked so innocent and cute. Who would have thought they’d turn into merciless assassins for Lin Kuei?
Finally, Selviya’s gaze left the photo, She handed Kuai Liang the photo, and she smiled at him. She didn’t say anything at all. Because she didn’t know what to say, Selviya inwardly cursed the Lin Kuei for what they did to Kuai Liang and Bi Han. They took these little innocent boys and turned them into monsters. Selviya was in deep thought; she wasn’t brought back to reality until Kuai Liang cleared his throat.
“Selviya,” He gently called her.
She looked at him and smiled. “Yes? Kuai Liang?”
Kuai Liang breathed deeply. “Selviya, I need your help to find my mother."
Somehow, Selviya wasn’t shocked at all, As If she knew he’d ask her something like this. Her smile widened, Her eyes sparkled as she nodded eagerly like an anime girl.
Kuai Liang blushed as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. He shot her an awkward smile. “In all honesty, I forgot my mother’s name,” Kuai Liang muttered. His tone was laced with embarrassment.
She grinned in an ornery way, She let out a cute chortle, and Kuai Liang chortled with her too. Thankfully, His blushing is reduced quickly.
She winked at him. “I’ll help. Just hand me the photo.” Selviya said reassuringly.
Kuai Liang handed her the photo. She glanced at her boyfriend as she took the photo of him.
Selviya delicately held the photo as she started to use her psychometry ability. Selviya opened her eyes. A brilliant blue light shone from her eyes as a radiating beacon in the night sky.
Kuai Liang was impressed by her powers. So, He nicknamed him ‘Star Babe’.
Moments passed. The brilliant blue light that shone from her eyes was gone now. With a confident smile, she handed him the photo and said,
“Mei Wang, She lives in NYC Chinatown,” Selviya revealed. She paused for a moment. “She owns a Chinese restaurant called Red Lotus."
Kuai Liang was gobsmacked. He couldn’t say anything because he was speechless. He finally spoke. “Wow.” He grinned at her.
Selviya smiled at him. “Let’s go find your mother.” She waved the keys in front of Kuai Liang’s face.
Before leaving. Selviya told Kuai Liang to change his clothing into something normal. like modern clothes. He begrudgingly nodded and changed his attire.
He is now wearing a blue navy t-shirt, black jeans, and sneakers. He looks like a normal man. not a Lin Kuei assassin. Selviya approved, and they are ready to go.
Selviya and Kuai Liang quickly strolled to Selviya’s car. She used her key to turn on the car, and they entered. Kuai Liang sat in the shotgun seat and Selviya in the driver seat. They quickly put on the belts, and they are ready to go.
Selviya quickly opened a portal to NYC with a quick wave of her crystal silvernium. Selviya quickly drove through it. A bright white light flashed brightly for a few milliseconds as they found themselves in NYC.
“Well, we reached our destination.” Selviya began. Her tone is laden with warmth and joy. “New York City!"
Kuai Liang was busy looking at the people. He was studying the city in front of him, The buildings, People, and everything. The city looks crowded, Busy, and Full of life. A lot of people—From different countries and races were walking to do their daily activities.
It was truly an amazing sight to see. He looked at Selviya and smiled. In the deep recesses of his heart, he wished he could have a normal life like them too: living in a society, walking to work, living in a neighbourhood. Maybe, in another life, Kuai Liang would be a different person, a normal one.
Kuai Liang didn’t notice Selviya lowering down her window. He was startled by the loud Chinese music and the deafening fireworks. He breathed calmly to steady his nerves.
Selviya chuckled at him as she flashed him an ornery grin and said, “Sorry about that."
He only smiled at her. “No problem,”
Chinatown was a bustling kaleidoscope of sights, sounds, and smells. The streets were lined with vibrant red lanterns. yellow and red banners that hung from the shops’ fronts.
The air was filled with enticing aromas of food, tea, goods, herbs, and spices that had been brought from China itself. The street was filled with people of all ages, cultures, and different backgrounds.
Selviya liked the city so much. She really wanted to enjoy her time here. But she had a mission, and she couldn’t delay it. The city was amazing, beautiful, and vibrant with life. It’s rich with history and what it has to offer tourists.
Selviya finally parked her car in front of a big Chinese restaurant. It has a big sign written in Chinese and English: ‘Welcome to Red Lotus Restaurant!'.
Kuai Liang looked at the sign. He studied the place with his eyes. It was a big, attention-grabbing place. He is proud of his mother for being successful. Then he looked at Selviya. “This is it.” He muttered softly.
Selviya nodded. They both entered the place. They were met with a tantalising scent of A Chinese incense. A female waitress rushed to welcome them and show them their booth.
In all honesty, the pair were tempted to forget their mission and enjoy a delicious meal of Chinese cuisine. But no. Their mission comes first.
Thankfully, the waitress found them a strategic booth in the restaurant. a corner where they can watch from a perfect angle.
Selviya glanced at the place, Examining it with her blue-crystal eyes. She smiled at the waitress, She raised her finger to order but Kuai Liang beat her to the punch and asked the waitress for two cups of tea only. She nodded and strolled to fetch their order. Inwardly, Selviya was not happy, She wanted to order dumplings but she brushed this off.
“Focus on the mission, Selviya,” Kuai Liang reminded her.
Selviya sighed annoyingly. “Okay, dear,” she mumbled.
Selviya wanted to argue, but the corner of her eye caught something. A beautiful Asian middle-aged woman She wore a red, elegant cheongsam. Her black, greying hair was neatly tied into a bun, ornamented with chopsticks. adding a touch of Chinese style to it. Her facial features were aging but beautiful nonetheless; her lips were adorned with red lipstick, and despite her age, she looked gorgeous.
Selviya blinked thrice at this. She knew this was Mei Wang, Kuai Liang’s mother. She quickly nudged Kuai Liang with her finger, and she whispered to him to look at the middle-aged woman with the red cheongsam. Kuai Liang nodded. There was a silent understanding between the two. They kept looking at the elegant woman with the red cheongsam.
She walked with such grace and elegance that befitting of an owner of this fine establishment. Her steps were light and quiet, just like those of a lioness.
Upon hearing her speak to one of the waitresses, Kuai Liang recognised her voice and her sweet and gentle tone. That was indeed his mother. Time was cruel to her. Despite what his father did to his poor mother, she was still strong, willing to fight and move on.
Kuai Liang felt a stab of guilt, The same questions echoed through him, Will she remember him? Will she recognise him? Did.. She moves on?
Selviya got to her feet. She flashed him an ornery grin. Much to Kuai Liang’s chagrin, she quickly walked towards the woman with the red cheongsam. She smiled at her and greeted her in Chinese.
“Nǐhǎo!” Selviya greeted her. She quickly bowed to her. It was an Asian greeting.
Behind Selviya, Kuai Liang grumbled as he joined his girlfriend’s side and smiled at his mother. He greeted her too, and he hoped beyond hope that his mother would recognise him.
The woman with the red cheongsam smiled, She greeted them too. “Nǐhǎo,” she kept smiling at them.
She paused as she studied the couple's faces. One looks familiar to her, while the other isn’t.
With an unexpected move, She cupped Kuai Liang’s chin as she smiled at him. He yelped at this, But he was happy. This meant she recognised him, She gently traced the scar on his eye with her index finger, Just like a mother comforting her child.
Her smile widened. “Wǒ de háizi,” she whispered to him, trying her hardest not to cry.
She gently held his hands. She squeezed them as she felt him, making sure that this was real. not just another dream.
Then they embraced each other in a deep and tight hug. Finally, a mother and her child are reunited after decades of being apart.
“Wǒ de mǔqīn,” Kuai Liang whispered. Tears welled up in his eyes.
“Wǒ de hàizi,”she repeated as she hugged him tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes too.
Selviya smiled at this sight. She felt her heart melt at this view. As she started to wipe her tears at this.
Mei and her son, Kuai Liang, finally broke the huge “My baby,” Mei began. “I missed you so much." Her tone is sweet and accented with a Chinese accent.
Kuai Liang smiled as he wiped his tears. “Me too, Mother,"
Mei pulled Selviya and Kuai Liang to a closer booth. They sat down, and Mei motioned for the waitress to bring menus for them.
The waitress quickly obeyed her orders and brought 3 menus.
“I want you to tell me everything. But first of all, Where’s Bi Han?” His mother asked. Her tone is warm and melodic.
“He is fine. Mother.” Kuai Liang replied softly.
Mei looked at Selviya and smiled at her. “I’m happy my son found a girlfriend,” she giggled.
This made Kuai Liang and Selviya blush. They chuckled too.
Mei breathed calmly. “I’m glad that we found each other, Kuai, You have no idea what I have been through,” She paused for long moments and continued: “The things your father did before he kidnapped you and your brother, the efforts I made to even find one clue where you two were,”
A tear rolled down Mei's cheek. She smiled brightly. Because she lived to see her son again. She was able to find her sons before she died, which was her only wish. And it came true.
The trio started to talk with each other. Kuai Liang started to tell his mother about his life in the Lin Kuei, The first day their father brought them, He didn’t forget and never did, It was the day his life turned for the worse.
He kept telling his mother other things. He even told her how he met Selviya, his girlfriend. And so on. Oh and his mother has been missing out so much. She had alot to catch up on!
Translation: 👇🏻
Nǐhǎo: Hello (or Hi) It’s a greeting.
Wǒ de hàizi: My Child
Wǒ de mǔqīn: My Mother.
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Commission for @alaudez an AU Ichigo with Kon!~ Thank you for your patience Alaudez, I hope I’ve made it worth the wait ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
Bleach holds a very special place in my heart 💖 It was one of the first anime’s my brother and I ever watched, My brother cosplayed Ichigo himself- we made the costume together with our step brother and his wife; which brought us all closer together (❁´◡`❁) and then that cosplay gained me a couple of amazing friends who happened to spot my brother with his giant sword in the crowds at AVcon, my post with photo’s of us at the convention and put two and two together and asked to hangout! It was her first trip down to Australia from the US to meet her girlfriend, their wedding was one of the first big events I managed to attend after recovering and learning to manage my health (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) all thanks to our favourite Strawberry 💖
It’s kinda cool the connections we can have and make thanks to the characters we love (☆▽☆) I mean heck, thanks to the Phandom I’ve made so many cherished memories and friends (✿◡‿◡)
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Damien was not proud to say that, when he first heard the noise, he had been baffled at what it could be. It was beautiful, strung together and structured with all the planned grace of his favorite sword. It was not until the women started singing that he realized that what he had been listening to was music. Sure, he understood in theory what music was, had been taught the word and understood the basic principles that governed it, but he was an assassin. There was no reason for him to need music, and so like all superfluous things Damien had simply never been exposed to it. Nor had he ever sought it out. Still, he found himself being drawn forward
Before him was a stage much like those he’d seen in photos of old theater houses, the bright overhead lights casting a down in strange colors with no name. At the center of the stage was a woman. She wore odd clothing resembling a superhero costume, though without any identifiable armor, and her face was painted with swirls of black that differed from any makeup he’d ever seen. She had the look of anyone of this realm. Her skin was mottled and hair burned a phosphorus blue, eyes glowing like the Lazarus pits. Damien did not recognize the instrument in her hands, but the sound it made was… enchanting. From his place in the empty audience, Damien found himself swaying ever so slightly.
“Little boy
Why are you here?
So far from the world you hold dear
Oh kid
Quite your spying
Don’t you know you are dying?
Does your mother know
You’re playing with ghosts?
Does your father see
Your liminality?”
“So you finally got a new song?”
A soft hand hand lands on his shoulder and Damien starts. He doesn’t remember the last time someone snuck up on him like that. He looks at the person who so rudely interrupted the performance. Phantom stares at the woman on the stage with something resembling anger.
“What? You like it Babypop?”
“That’s KING Babypop to you, Ember.”
The woman, Ember, laughs. Phantom’s grip tightens and Damien hears a low growl radiating from his chest. He glances down, the worry radiating from him like heat from the noon day sun.
“Hey,” Phantom says, “you wandered off. Everything good?”
Damien stiffens; it suddenly occurred to him he may in fact have done something wrong by leaving on his own without any sort of warning to follow the ephemeral melody.
“Yes. I was merely listening to the music. She is very good, I’ve never heard anything so lovely.”
“Don’t tell her that, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.” Phantom grinned. He glanced back to Ember, clearly calculating what to say next. “Do you want to keep listening?”
Damien nodded mutely. Ember took this as her cue to begin playing again. Phantom took him by the hands and began guiding him closer to the stage.
“Do you know how to dance?”
“No”
“Would you like to learn?”
“I can’t see what possible purpose it could have.”
“Absolutely none.” He said, pulling Damien around so that they where face to face, “here, stand on my feet”
“Will that not hurt?”
“I’m a lot sturdier than I look.”
Damien followed his instructions and Phantom guided him through the basic steps of what he would later learn was called a waltz. They stayed like that, stepping and spinning to the melody for the better part of the day. Occasionally Ember would switch up the tempo, and Phantom would have to show him new steps, until finally he stepped back and began dancing on his own.
“Come on,” he encouraged, “Don’t worry about the form, just follow the melody, same as before.”
“I am not yet ready.”
Phantom smile, a sort of boundless sorrow hidden just beneath the surface.
“No one ever is.”
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To say Dick Greyson was nervous would be the understatement of the century. If asked why, Dick would probably be hard pressed to explain why the thought of meeting his second brother’s new partner was as absolutely nerve wracking as it was, although he was fairly sure it had something to do with the fact B seemed to be dead set on treating this as an interrogation. Not even the standard well meaning but ultimately misled, “explain everything about yourself and if I get so much as a hint you’re not good for him they’ll never find the body”, type interrogation. No, an actual, criminal interrogation. To be fair, given he was dating Jayling, the odds were Danny was involved in at least some sort of criminal activity, but that was to be expected. Probably not a great way of thinking for a cop, but so long as he kept out of Bludhaven; not his monkeys, not his circus.
Really, it wasn’t that Dick didn’t understand why B was acting this way. Danny was, after all, an unknown, something Dick knew his adopted father couldn’t abide in much the same way he couldn’t abide sunlight and injustice. If they could just find something, anything that told them this guy had a life prior to coming to Gotham than maybe he would feel less like a threat. As it was, even Dick had to admit he was antsy. Still, he had to respect the skill with which Danny had so far avoided their questions. He could see what Little wing saw in this guy.
That was it really. Jay bird saw something in this guy and for all his anxiety and suspicion, Dick still respected that. If anything, this proved to make him more nervous. Jas was flighty. Getting him to agree to do anything with the family was an uphill battle of mammoth proportions generally only achieved by the likes of Alfred, but he had agreed to bring Danny to dinner so they could meet him. Moreover, he had agreed to come to the manor specifically. Dick couldn’t remember the last time he’d come here without actively bleeding out. Dick wasn’t so self centered to think Jayjay was coming back just for little old him. This was because they had been harassing Danny and he wanted it to stop. Of course, if it had just been that they would have just met on a rooftop, so Jay must honestly want Danny to meet his family and see his childhood home, and wasn’t that terrifying. It felt as if Dick were walking on egg shells, knowing a single wrong step could be the end of whatever faith he had put in them.
There was another, deeper fear that they would, somehow, scare Danny away entirely. They weren’t exactly the easiest people to deal with, long term. Jas deserved people; to feel loved and wanted in a way he understood and reciprocated. He would never forgive them if they took that away from them. Moreover, Dick would never forgive himself. It boiled his blood that B was willing to put all of that at risk to calm his fears.
This is why, when the knock finally came, Dick found himself quite literally tripping over himself trying to get to the door. Luckily, his training kept him from landing all that hard, and with a quick forward motion he rolled himself back to his feet. By this time Alfie had, of course somehow beaten him to the door despite definitely being in the kitchen mere moments ago. There in the door frame, standing next to his wonderful baby bird, who looked about ready to punch someone, was the man Dick knew must be Danny. It occurred to him suddenly that he had never seen him up close before, given that all cameras seemed to be unable to get a good image of him. Besides his obvious adoption bait traits (Dick was probably going to have to have a TALK with B later), he looked… well… he looked odd, but not in a way that immediately made sense. He was thin, sure, upsettingly so and it took all the self control bestowed by his Robin training not to pick him up and take him straight to the dining room, but his skeletal frame wasn’t it, not exactly. There was something to him, to the sharpness of his teeth when he smiled, the fluid bend of his limbs and neck as if  unimpeded by joints or bones, the absolute depth of his eyes and the silence of his steps that seemed terribly wrong and absolutely familiar. He reminded him of Dami.
See, Dick Greyson was a lot of things; an acrobat; ex-boy wonder, current detective-extraordinaire; eldest daughter syndrome poster boy; and easily the hottest Wayne; but for all his acting, he was not an idiot. He may not be a genius on the level of, say, Tim, and he still didn't get how Cass did her whole “definitely not mind-reading” bit, but he had experience. He was bright in his own right, and he knew his family, maybe better than they knew themselves. When Dami first came to the manor, back when they were strangers and his threats meant something, he’d been… feral. Dams was still feral, but he’d improved; he’d become more human, less… whatever else he was that led him to hiss and bite and scratch with claws too sharp to be human. Whatever made the air around him so oppressive when he was angry or frightened. At first, Dick had assumed he was a meta of some kind, but a quick genetic panel (and what a thought that the idea of running and reading a genetic analysis had become so straightforward he could probably do it in his sleep) had shown that, besides the honesty concerning levels of Lazarus water in his system, there was nothing which he could see that would make him anything but a standard human. He’d asked Dami before, but he’d only said he was “the son of Batman and heir of Al Ghul, of course his steps were silent and his movements fluid,” completely ignoring the rest of his concerns. Dick hadn’t pushed. It wasn’t his place. As long as he was safe and happy, Dami could keep whatever weird-kid secrets he pleased. Then Danny hugged him, and Dick wondered if maybe this was his concern after all.
The dining room they moved into was not the private one usually used for these dinners but the great one reserved for parties. Dick rolled his eyes. Of course, B would insist on this room. Intimidation was key, apparently. Dick wondered when precisely the others were planning on arriving. Being late was not unusual in this family, much to Alfred’s eternal displeasure, but keeping Jayling and B from going for each other’s throats was becoming increasingly difficult. Having more people wouldn’t necessarily help, but it would spread out the attention. Dick wished B would kindly take a hint and back off. He didn't like something in the way Danny and Jay were acting. It felt too familiar. Too much like the way he acted when trying to keep his siblings from learning something he knew would inevitably hurt them; the dodging, misdirecting, and a look of absolute fear he had suppressed almost every day for the last ten-odd years. They knew something, and whatever it was, Dick was willing to bet his last box of cereal it was about Dami. So when he asked how exactly Jas and Danny had met, it had less to do with his own genuine curiosity and more to do with changing the subject right now.
“Ancients,” Danny started, “I’m pretty sure the first time we met was… the auto shop?”
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It was pitch black out when Jason arrived at the shop. He’d heard about it in the usual way, words whispered in dark corners amongst people with downturned eyes and who spoke in quiet voices. The building itself was unassuming, located at the very edge of Crime Alley where the city began to fall away. The worn bricks were painted with graffiti; strange and winding shapes of no recognizable language or culture. Jason couldn't help but feel that if he just stared long enough, he could read the messages left there facing the street. There was a neon green sign above the door. It read,
“ Vehicles, appliances, and more!
You break it, I can fix it!”
Something about the color reminded him unavoidably of a certain toxic pit. Jason did his best to shake that off. He needed to be here. See, the word on the street was that the sign didn’t pull any punches, that the Mechanic, as he’d come to be known, really could fix anything you could break, be it mechanical, medical, mental, or even spiritual. His next-door neighbor, Synthia, claimed he’d helped her with her “ghost problem,” fixed her stove, and saved her house plants to boot. The man on the corner selling samosas said he’d ended his nightmares, which he’d had every night for the past thirty years. One lady even claimed he cured her cancer. All of the stories had two things in common. One, there was a young man they called the Mechanic with dark hair and blue eyes. In Gotham, that wasn't exactly much to go off of, given the city’s disproportionate number of people fitting that description. The second bit was more interesting. People said that the Mechanic used a kind of barter system. You could pay cash for most things, but if you either couldn't afford it or the service was particularly unusual, he’d ask for other things. Favors, mostly, sometimes stories or promises. Even trinkets, if that was all you could afford. The general consensus seemed to be that he preferred things with strong emotional connections. Folks seemed split on whether this guy was an angel or the devil.
Even the building itself was suspicious. For all the wear and tear apparent, he had it on good authority it hadn’t existed until about three months ago. There was no paperwork for the lot, no signs of an owner, and no records for the business itself. Hell, the place didn't even show up on Google Maps. The whole deal screamed illegality. So, a building that didn’t exist, a business with no name, and an owner who was apparently a miracle man. It had been a pain in the ass to find the place. Jason didn't know how he had gotten lost in this town where he’d lived almost all of his life.
There were no hours on the door, but when he turned the knob he found it unlocked. The door creaked loudly.
“Huh, guess he can’t fix everything after all.”
“Maybe I just like it that way.”
Jason started. Maybe he was getting rusty because he had been absolutely sure the room was empty. That or the man in front of him could just walk more quietly than any Bat besides maybe Cass. He certainly fit the description of the Mechanic, however vague it may be. Messy black hair, silver-blue moon eyes. He was... Beautiful. Etherial. He looked like the kind of guy people wrote poems about. When he walked, he moved with the grace of a dancer. He didn't look like a mechanic, but his skin and clothes were stained with motor oil.
“Long time no see,” the man smiled.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“Guess not,” he said. His voice was comforting, like the sound of old cartoons playing in the next room on a rainy day. The guy could make a killing as an ASMR YouTuber. “What can I do for you?”
“I,” Jason knew his story, but part of him was struggling with the feeling that he was betraying an old friend, “I wreaked my bike.”
“Ok, I can fix that.”
“What’s your price?”
“For you? Hmm...” He tapped his chin with a long clawlike nail. Jason couldn’t imagine how he kept his nails so long while working with machines. “How ‘bout... Lunch.”
“Lunch?”
“I don't have to stay around or anything, just drop off some food when you come back for your bike and we’ll call it even.”
“You realize we’re talking about a good $750 repair job at least, right? We’re not just talking about an oil change.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
“I live in Crime Alley, pretty sure that means I already owe you my life.” the man’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling, “Or well, whatever it is I’m doing”
Jason snorted.
“Trust me, you don’t owe me shit.”
“Don't I get a say in that?”
“Alright, fine, be indebted if you want. Free bike repair for me. What do you want to eat?”
“As long as it’s dead by the time it gets here, I couldn't care less.”
“That’ll make two of us.”
“Three.”
The man’s eyes flashed a familiar green, and Jason braced himself for an attack but none came. Looking at him, Jason saw none of the anger he associated with that color. If anything, he looked... Sad.
“Who are you?”
“The name’s Phantom, but most folks here know me as Danny Nightengale.”
“What? Your real name say a bad word?”
“Guess you could say that.”
Jason left after that, but he came back the next day. He brought empanadas, which they ate together on the sidewalk just outside. The work on the bike was a masterpiece, especially given the time it took. Jason came back again later. And again. And again.
“My fridge’s busted and won't stop making ice.”
“There’s a mole in my gang and I’m not sure who it is.”
“My helmet broke.”
“I got shot.”
“My head hurts.”
“My heart hurts.”
His reply was always the same.
“Ok, I can fix that.”
The next time Jason came to the shop (he still didn't know the name) it was sunset, he was covered in blood, both his and not, and all he could see was green. Tear tracks cut through the red. He threw his helmet to the wayside where it sent a precarious stack of papers flying.
“Hey, Hood. Long time no see.”
Danny looked how he always did. If he noticed the blood, he didn’t show it.
“What can I do for you?”
“Please,” Jason begged, “It’s the Pits, I...”
He fell to his knees, body shaking from the force of silent sobs.
“...I just want to be ok.”
Danny dropped down next to him, cupped his face so gently as if he might just break, and did his best to wipe away his tears, with the corner of his sleeve. Jason cried harder. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone has held him so carfully. Had they ever?
“Ok”
Then Danny plunged his hand into Jason’s chest. He froze, the cold sensation of clawed hands grasping at his very soul shocking him to his core. It was unlike anything he’d felt before, and as quickly as it started it was over. Danny pulled back. Grasped in his hands was a writhing black mass, like earthworms fat from eating their kin. Then he opened his mouth, much wider than any human ever could, and Jason watched in horror as he ate it whole and struggling. Then Danny cupped his hands together, a strange green liquid that looked horribly like the Lazarus Pits, if a bit brighter and not bubbling angrily the way they should, filling them. He plunged his hands and the liquid back into Jason’s chest, though this time he could only feel a vague tingling chill.
“What the Hell?”
Jason wasn’t sure how else to react to what he had just seen.
“This,” Danny said, indicating with a nod to his hands, still very much in Jason’s chest cavity, “is pure ectoplasm. It should help clear out the last of the corruption. Think of it like dialysis; I clear out the bad stuff and replace it with something clean.”
“What corruption?”
“The corrupted ectoplasm in your system? I’m pretty sure that was clouding your head and messing with your emotions.”
“You... Got rid of the Pits. You... Ate them.”
Jason wasn’t sure how to process this.
“I guess? A rose by any name and all that.”
He withdrew his hands. Suddenly Jason felt very empty. Emotionally, he was drained, and he was pretty sure he was still in shock from what had just happened, but more than that, Jason’s head was uncharacteristically quiet. There was no rush of blood, no bubbling murmur corrupting his thoughts, no green tinting the corners of his vision. It was just... Him. A cool rag touched his face. At some point, Danny must have stood up and gotten a damp washcloth to clean the blood. When had that happened? Golden sunlight streamed in from the glass door, casting soft shadows and making a moon of Danny’s face, his pale skin glowing in the reflection of the setting sun.
“Who are you?”
“Danny Phantom, remember? You know me.”
“No,” Jason paused, “I mean, what are you?”
“What are you?”
Jason wasn’t sure how to answer that. A dead kid with daddy issues and a gun fixation? A ghost of Robins’ past? A zombie? A fucking mess? Suddenly, a blinding light haloed Danny, spreading from his middle and passing over him. When his vision finally cleared, he saw Danny, greyed skin and vibrant green eyes haloed by glowing white hair which floated as if unbound by gravity. He looked like an angel. Something untouchably beautiful and impossibly holy. He smiled, and his teeth were as long and sharp as a deep sea predator.
“I’m a halfa.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Honestly? Not much. It's sorta a slang term for someone who's both alive and dead.”
“How does that work?”
“Well sometimes I’ve got one foot in the grave, and sometimes I’ve got the other foot outta it.”
“Is that what I am?”
“Not quite. As far as I can tell, you’re a revenant.”
“And here I thought I was just a plain old zombie.”
“Oh trust me, if you were a zombie, you’d know.”
“How do you know all of this?”
“It's kinda my job.”
“I wasn’t aware a working knowledge of the undead was a requirement for mechanics.”
“What can I say? I’m just good at what I do.”
“Speaking of which,” Jason said, “any idea what I owe you for literally giving me back my sanity?”
“Ancients... I don’t know.”
“I’ve got an idea... How about...”
They both paused, Danny halting what he was doing to listen to what Jason had to say, the rag in his hand now thoroughly saturated with blood, harsh red against snow white. Jason wasn’t sure what it said about him that he found the sight of his blood on his hands so attractive, but damn. Before he had time to think about it, Jason peeled his sweat-soaked leather gloves from his fingers and took those ivory hands in his. God, they were cold. It was like holding ice. If he kissed him, would his lips freeze to his skin? Would they ever come apart, or would they stay connected forever? Jason was starting to suspect he might be a little hysterical from shock and exhaustion.
“My heart.”
“...What?”
“You gave me my head, let me give you my heart.”
Danny opened and shut his mouth, gaping like a fish seemingly at a loss for words.
“You don't have to do that.”
“No,” Jason said, “no I don't. Hell, the truth is I’m ripping you off if you accept, ‘cause I’d just be paying you something that's already yours.”
“Ok,” Danny nodded.
“Deal?”
“Yeah, deal.”
It wasn’t clear who moved first, but the two met in a kiss. Sharp teeth knicked Jason’s lips, soothed by cool saliva. Danny’s hands, so frail looking, gripped his wrists as unyielding as iron cord. Overhead, the electric light flared, popped, and burned out. The sun had long since set, and the only light was Danny’s otherworldly glow. They sat there for a long time, neither speaking. Finally, they got up and together stepped into the rest of their afterlives.
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“Oh,” Dick asked, “you work in an auto shop?”
“Well, sorta,” Danny shrugged, “It's my shop. I’ll fix up just about anything, but yeah, I get a lot of cars and bikes.”
“Babe, calling what you do “repairs” is like calling Supes a pencil sharpener.”
Danny waved his hand dismissively.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
By then, Alfred had served the salad course, making the rest of the siblings officially late. Danny eyed the salad, a rose vinaigrette with summer greens, as if expecting it to bite. Dick couldn’t help feeling personally offended on behalf of Alfie’s cooking. Finally, after poking it a couple of times with his fork, Danny seemed to decide it was in fact edible and began eating with the speed and ferocity of someone starving. Watching him, Dick couldn’t help but feel deeply uncomfortable as Danny unhinged his jaw and consumed the salad without chewing. There was something almost… predatory in it. Looking closely, he swore his tongue was split.
To his left, B watched with wrapped attention, his eyes steely and stern, building fear and distrust building behind his standard mask of stoicism. On his right, Damien seemed utterly unaffected. If anything, he seemed almost cheerful, listening to Danny talk about his job, his school work, and all the dull details which come with any life. He had a pet dog named Cujo; his older sister had just started her own psychology practice—tiny details which did nothing to explain the bone-deep discomfort permeating the air. Danny, for his part, was animated. He spoke with an effervescent energy that felt almost unreal. Jayjay sat back, occasionally throwing in a smart comment with no bite but mostly seeming content to watch. It was nice seeing his brash and bullheaded brother so comfortable. The usual anger which seemed so ever-present was absent. Dick didn't know how to cope with that. Danny was disturbing. Still, he made his beloved brothers so happy, and the contradiction ate him alive.
Throughout the meal, siblings began to filter in. Duke was the first to arrive, followed by Steph, Cass, Barbra, and finally, Tim. Each would introduce themself, take their seat, and find themselves slowly introduced to the madness that was Danny’s existence. He had this odd habit of saying the most baffling, concerning things Dick had heard in his life. Honestly, that alone was an achievement to be proud of. He watched as his siblings shared glances, seemingly trying to figure out whether this guy was for real. Duke, in particular, was staring Dick dead in the eye as if daring him to stand up and yell, “Sike!”. The only exception seemed to be Cass, who, much like Damien and Jason, was apparently unaffected, even cheerful. It seemed like the most screwed-up members of the family were the ones most comfortable with this strange man, and it was starting to paint a harrowing picture. Dick had to ask himself, what made them different? What set those three apart from the rest of them? He thought he might know the answer, and he hoped to God he was wrong.
After all, if he was right, what would it mean that this guy seemed like catnip for the previously deceased?
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Since we now know that Casey is indeed Cassandra's son, that means he grew up around the turtle fam from a baby to the age he's at now and I can't stop the headcanons that are forming in my head because of it.
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Just imagine little 6 year old Casey with his mom when the resistance was still young and figuring out how to at least immobilize the Kraang threat, being taken to their home base and seeing commander O'Neil for the first time after hearing so many stories about her and the adventures she and Cassandra had as teenagers before everything went to hell.
For him to finally meeting the 4 heroes that helped save the world from the mighty Shredder. At this point the brothers would be in their late 20's to early 30's and they are a lot taller than he expected (also because he’s such a teeny thing).
Of course, he's kinda shy and a little intimated by the giant turtles but he is immediately won over by how friendly and kind they are to him. Whenever they would all come back from fighting on the battlefield, the kid would follow them around as they were recuperating, getting to know them bit by bit as time passes.
Raph would just become an immediate jungle gym for the kid to use. Just like with his brothers when they were younger, Casey would perch himself on his shoulders or hang off his arm while Raph carried him around with no effort.
Raph doesn't mind this of course but there are points where you'll catch him tearing up whenever he's with him due to how carefree and innocent Casey is despite the world he was living in.
Donatello, being the inventive, brilliant mind that he was at this point, showed him all of his high tech gadgetry that helped the resistance and remaining human colonies to get by during the ever lasting invasion.
Casey has no idea what the turtle is telling him in terms of how it works but is intrigued by all the flashy lights and many buttons he has lying around and just tunes him out.
Mikey, still being young at heart, would stick to the kid instantly. If he wasn’t helping out with missions or practicing on extending his mystic powers, then he would be seen around the families that were living around the headquarters, making sure they had everything they needed and entertaining the kids including Casey anyway he can.
He soon earns the nickname "Mikey the Magician", given by young Casey, much to his approval and his brothers dismay.
Last but not least, the current leader of the Hamato clan, Master Leonardo. I can see Casey following Leo at a distance, just sort of watching him to see what he does since he's been around him the least.
At first glance he seems like a all powerful warrior, a dual sword wielding ninja master that was able to make create portals and move from one place to another in a instant, but other than that he didn't know anything else other than what his mom had previously told him.
It isn’t until he catches him by himself one day early in the morning, far away from everyone, sitting around a group of artifacts and a single photo. He sat in a crisscross, hands on his knees. He could see that his breathing was steady, almost as if he was asleep while sitting like that.
Casey accidentally gets his attention and although he's a bit scared at first, he managed to have a heartfelt conversation with him. Seeing more than someone who is the stoic, fearless leader of the resistance but rather, a very nice turtle man who made him feel safe even in a unexplored environment.
After the kid leaves, Leo ponders and looks back at the picture in front of him.
"Yeah, you know I think you're right father. Maybe I should start this whole 'sensei' and give it a try. Gonna take a page out of your book for once."
(I may make something with this involving Leo and Casey headcanon….maybe)
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Aemond Targaryen x f/Reader (Hightower)
Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Shows
Warnings: Some swearing. Incest, but distant cousins.
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs and photos do not belong to me.
Summary: Aemond & f/Reader were friends before he lost his eye & pushed her away thinking she deserved better.
Aemond's POV:
A crowd has gathered around Ser Criston and I as we trained. I have grown to the custom of stares by the people as they watched me train.
After what happened to me as a child, no one thought I could ever be a fighter. I know many of them thought that I should of been kept hidden away, but my Father didn't allow that.
And my Mother had me practice every day with Ser Criston to be able to defend not only myself but to prove to everyone in our Kingdom wrong.
"Well done my Prince." Ser Criston said with praise. I was about to speak when I heard what I only assume is sarcastic clapping behind me.
The crowd parted as I turned around to see who dared to mock me. The crowd looked between myself and the person who had their head bowed down and a hood that was casting a shadow over their face.
"Show yourself." I demanded. I could see a smirk spread across their face.
"Now now my Prince. You can do better than that." A gasp came over the crowd as no one dares to speak to me like that.
I held my sword up and repeated myself once more. "So dramatic." I heard the female voice say once more before they took off their hood.
I lowered my sword once I saw who it was, YN Hightower. Cousin to my Mother and a pain in my side every single time she shows her face.
"My Lady." Ser Criston said as he bowed his head to her. She nodded back at him.
"Aemond, the Queen has asked me to fetch you." YN said as she took a step towards me. By this point the crowd has grown bored of us. They are used to YN and I bickering.
"Fetch me? Like I am some dog?"
"Well you smell like one. Come Aemond. Come here boy." YN patted her knees and then laughed at her silly joke.
I stomped passed her and hit my shoulder with hers but that seemed to make her laugh even harder as she followed me.
She had to practically run to catch up with me. The two of us didn't say another word as we walked side by side to where I knew my Mother would be.
But just as we about to turn the corner to the hallway to where my Mother is, I pushed YN against the wall and had my hand around her throat.
Her hands went to my wrist to pull it off of her, but that only made my grip tighten. I leaned in close so that she is the only one who could hear me, and not anyone who may pass us.
"You should watch how you speak to me. I am still your Prince." She had the audacity to roll her eyes at me.
"I am serious YN. I am sick of you making me look like a fool." I sneered.
"Let her go Aemond." My Mother's voice had me falter slightly.
"I said let her go, now." My Mother couldn't see the slickly sweet smile spread across YN's face as I dropped my hand and took a step back.
"Your wish is my command Mother."
"Now if you two are done with this foolishness, follow me." I left YN standing there, wondering why I have been called.
I entered the room and saw my Brother, Sister, Father and Grandfather there. I took my seat and I realised that the only empty seat was next to me.
"YN, how nice to see you." My Grandfather said once he saw his great-niece and once she acknowledged the King.
"And you as well. I will not have much time in the future."
"Yes, your Mother informed me that you will be getting married." My Mother spoke. Now that had my attention.
"Who would want to marry you?" I turned my head to look her up and down.
"Even though it is none of your business, I am to wed Benjen Bracken."
"A Bracken? Seriously?"
"And what is it to you Aemond? You pushed me aside long ago." The room went quiet at that. Even my Brother had nothing to say for once.
YN and I were staring at one another as the others looked away from us.
"May I be excused my King?" YN asked my Father. He coughed out yes and YN left the room.
I looked down at my plate and refused to look at anyone else. I can feel my Mother's eyes burning into the top of my head.
I could imagine the look of disappointment on my Grandfather's face and I for once in my life, actually felt some guilt.
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I found myself later that evening walking down to a room I have not been to in years. I had one of the help with me as I knew YN would not want to see me.
Two loud knocks and I heard YN call out asking who it was. "I brought some food for you My Lady, at the request of the Queen." The servant called out. I waited with baited breath to see what YN would say.
"Come in." The door opened and I waited only a moment to follow the servant in. "Please put it on the table." She was sitting in a bath, her head turned towards the fire.
She was looking out the window at the night sky and has not bothered to look in my direction.
I know she will be angry that I am there in the first place, but even more so at such a private time.
"To leave a meal early is considered rude." I said. YN's turned to look at me and I could see the pure rage that came over her face as she tried to cover herself.
"Get out."
"No."
"Get out or so help me I will scream Aemond."
"Look I have come to talk." I said to her, trying with all my might to keep my eye focused on her face.
"You have had years to talk to me. Now get out."
"I will not. I will stay and talk."
"Fine if you must, at least turn around."
"I like the view." I crossed my arms and waited to see what she would do.
To my shock, YN stood up out of the bath and I actually almost chocked on air as I watched the water cascade down her body.
One foot out of the bath and then the other one. She turned and walked towards the bed that had her night clothes laid out for her.
I watched her get dressed knowing that it is wrong but I couldn't tear my gaze from her.
"Speak Aemond." I had to bite my tongue as not to lash out at that.
"I am here to apologise for my behaviour this afternoon."
"I do not accept your apology."
"But I have apologised to you YN and I do not apologise to just anyone."
"That may be but I do not accept it."
"You must." I felt like I was begging her at this point.
"I do not have too Aemond. I do not accept any apology from the likes of you."
I felt myself take a deep breath to try and calm myself down. "YN," I went to speak but she interrupted me.
"Just leave Aemond. You have caused me enough pain in my lifetime."
"Pardon me?"
"You heard me loud and clear." She is now walking towards me and I took a few steps towards her.
"You are the one who pushed me away when you lost your eye. Do you remember that night?"
"How can I forget that night. My life completely changed all thanks to Lucerys Velaryon."
"No Aemond, the following night. When I tried to see you but you denied me entry to your room."
I remember that night. I can still hear her calling my name through the doors. Of all people I never wanted her to see me like that.
"You pushed me away and became hostile to me. You were not the same boy I knew." Her voice was faltering at this point.
"That boy died when I lost my eye and you should of accepted that." My tone was cold.
"I did! I just wanted to be by your side but you kept denying me entry. I loved you Aemond, so much so that I put off finding a husband." That last part stunned me.
"What?"
A deep sigh left her mouth. "I loved you from the moment we first met Aemond and now I am marrying Benjen Bracken because my Father told me I must."
The two of us were staring at one another. She was giving me a sad smile and I was trying to see if she was telling the truth. I have always been good at reading people.
I cupped her cheek in my hand and she didn't flinch. YN leaned into it more and turned her head a kissed my palm.
"I am a broken man YN Hightower and you deserve better than me." I went to move my hand from her cheek but her hand reached up and grabbed my wrist, just like she did earlier in the day.
"You are not a broken man Aemond Targaryen. You have overcome so much and it pains me to see you sell yourself short like this."
"The only reason I didn't want you to see me like that was because you owned my heart. You still do and that is why I have been mean to you. I will never be good enough for you. Not in this lifetime."
The doors flung open at that moment and I wrapped my arms around YN to cover her.
"What is the meaning of this Aemond? Get out now!" My Mother demanded.
"At once Mother." With one last look at YN, I left the room. My Mother scolding YN faded as I walked to my bedroom.
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I awoke to my Mother beating me with a pillow, standing over top of me demanding to know why I was in YN's room the night before.
"To speak to her."
"And that couldn't of waited until the morning? Do you have any idea the scandal you could of caused if anyone saw you in there with her? She is too be wed to Benjen Bracken."
"Yes I know she is but," I was hit with a pillow once more.
"There is no buts Aemond. If words gets out that she was alone in a room with you at night, that can not only ruin her reputation but the Hightower name as well."
"And we wouldn't want that would we?" I asked sarcastically.
My Mother literally put her head in her hands and screamed. She put her hands down at her side and took a deep breath and looked at me.
"Stay away from her Aemond. She is leaving in three days time." I was once again left alone as my Mother left my room.
YN's POV:
I have never seen Aemond with his guard down like it was last night before we were interrupted by his Mother, whose words I can still hear.
"You are a Hightower, YN. You will not ruin our name running around with men who are not your betrothed."
She made it seem like we laid together like husband and wife, but I knew she was right. Aemond is not my intended and I should stay faithful to Benjen.
So I vowed that I would stay away from Aemond for the rest of my stay, but as the day went it was becoming harder and harder to stay away.
It was like he was around every corner. Everywhere I look, there he was, but I did my best not to acknowledge him.
I was walking along the paths in the garden knowing this could be the last time I see these flowers.
I was alone, well alone enough that I could enjoy the stroll. I had a guard not far from me, courtesy of Queen Alicent.
I heard another set of foot steps behind me. I didn't bother to look back as it could be any member of the household, but I felt someone place their hand over my mouth and their other arm around my waist and guided me to an alcove that was not that far away.
I was trying to fight against this person when I felt their hot breath next to my ear. "It is just me." I instantly relaxed.
Aemond placed me on the ground and turned me to face him. I was going to ask him what he was doing when his lips captured mine in a heated kiss.
I whimpered into the kiss as he pulled me even closer to his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to get as close as possible.
I was so lost in the moment, I forgot I was to marry someone else. I should of felt guilty but I didn't. Not when the man who I want to spend my life with is kissing me.
I had to pull away to breath, but Aemond just started to kiss down my neck.
"Aemond." It came out as a moan. I cleared my throat and tried again.
"Aemond, we can't do this." I tried to be the reasonable one but he was making it very hard.
"Yes we can." I heard him mutter against my skin.
"No." He stopped his assault on my neck and pulled back slightly so he was looking at me.
"I just want one night with you because I know you will never be mine. I know you will keep your word and marry him because I waited too long acting like a fool."
"I can't Aemond and you know I can't." I pushed him away and walked into the sunlight. Fighting with myself not to turn back and run to him.
~
I avoided him as best as I could for the time I had there, but the last night I had a feeling one of us would crack.
I was expecting it to me, but I heard a knock on my door and I heard it open before I could even say anything.
I ran to him and my thoughts were just filled with Aemond and only Aemond. He made love to me throughout the night.
I was always told that laying with man wasn't pleasurable for women and to lay there just let them finish, but he proved me wrong.
He brought me so much pleasure that had my whole body shaking after he was through with me.
The two of us fell asleep wrapped in one another's arms. Him promising to be gone by the first rays of light.
But we were woken up while it was still dark by Aemond being pulled out of bed by his Mother who was screaming at him. Then she turned her anger to me. She raised her hand to slap me and I waited for pain, but it never came.
I looked up and saw that Aemond was holding his mother's arm back. "Enough Mother."
"I told you to stay away from her." She said as she tried to free her arm, but he didn't let go.
"We are ment to be. We will marry and no one will have to know that we have already laid together." Aemond said in a calm tone.
His mother looked between him and I. I didn't dare speak. "Leave Aemond and go back to your room. Guards will be at your door. YN, go have a bath. You are getting married just after the sun rises."
~
There was only myself, Aemond, his father and mother in attendance and the priest of course.
Alicent sent a letter to my father informing him that the Targaryen and Hightower household are bounded in marriage once more.
I have no idea how he will react but I know that I do not care as I finally got the man I have always loved as my husband.
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Mickey and Friends X Madoka Magica
Wishes and Abilities
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Hey! It’s been awhile! I’ve been pretty busy with school and other personal projects, but today I had time so I’m gonna make a quick post about my Disney x Madoka Magica AU!
I’m gonna showcase some of the characters wishes, the ability they got, their weapon, and a little bit of info!
Let’s get to it!
⚠️Spoilers Ahead for Madoka Magica⚠️
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Mickey Mouse
Wish: ???
Ability: Energy Blasts
Weapon: Rapier Sword
Info: Much like Madoka Kaname, Mickeys wish varies from timeline to timeline and his main ability is unknown, but he can fire energy blasts through his rapier. I mainly based the weapon off of ‘The Three Musketeers’ because I thought he’d look cool in a musketeer like outfit.
Donald Duck
Wish: “I wish my boys could be with their great uncle…”
Ability: Water Manipulation
Weapon: Trident
Info: Donald is the Sayaka of the story, especially in wish sense. If you know you know. Donald’s ability and weapon are inspired by him being a sailor.
Goofy Goof
Wish: “Please…Heal my son and me…Save us…”
Ability: Advanced self healing
Weapon: Gauntlets
Info: Goofy is one of the most experienced magicals around. He was 20 years old when he made his wish and he is now 38. He’s kept the territory for a long time and is a very strong magical.
Minnie Mouse
Wish: “I wish my family could make things grow”
Ability: Plant Manipulation
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Info: Minnie’s wish has a lot of head-cannon, but basically she grew up on her family farm and her family almost lost it due to her parents not being able to grow plants, so she made her wish. I imagine her outfit to be kind of fairy like
Daisy Duck
Wish: “I wish to be a successful fashion designer”
Ability: Cloth Manipulation
Weapon: Daggers
Info: Daisy was the first character I made for this AU and has a more simple yet elegant design in my head. The fashion designer idea came from Ducktales 2017
Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzalez lll
Wish: “Please help my brother sing. Help him become a famous star!”
Ability: Sound Manipulation
Weapon: Duel Pistols
Info: Panchitos story was challenging, because it was hard to make this upbeat and kind man into a Kyoko, but after giving him a little brother it was way easier! I knew immediately what his wish would relate to but I needed make a story that matched.
Jose Carioca
Wish: “I wish for everyone to forget my negative reputation”
Ability: Illusions
Weapon: Umbrella (Can split into a shield and spear)
Info: Josè has a lot of regret over what he wished for, but that doesn’t stop him from surviving. He survived purely for Panchito and his nephews. If anything were to happen to them then his soul gem would go completely black.
Oswald The Lucky Rabbit
Wish: “I wish that I could go back and save my brother…I want to be the one to protect him!”
Ability: Time Manipulation
Weapon: Shield/Explosives
Info: Oswald is 100% the Homura of the story. I was debating over Donald or him, but I eventually went with Oswald due to the relationship he has with Mickey. Obviously the love is different but he fights just as hard as Homura.
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Felicity Fieldmouse
Wish: “I wish I could make news stories happen.”
Ability: Mind Control
Weapon: Camera (Takes control of people’s minds after snapping a photo and can freeze enemies)
Info: Taking Felicity and turning her into a magical girl was tricky, but after learning that she is devoted to her job, I made her wish also devoted to it. To provide for her family and to keep her career she made a contract
Della Duck
Wish: “I always want to be on an adventure!”
Ability: Creature Construction (Can create any creature)
Weapon: Sword
Info: What if instead of flying to the moon, Della became a magical girl and disappeared without a trace one day. Unlike her brother, Della would most likely make a contract immediately and not truly think about the risk of becoming a magical girl, thus putting her in a lot of danger.
Gladstone Gander
Wish: “I want nothing but good luck. Let me have my cousin's great luck!”
Ability: Luck Energy Manipulation (Gives a person bad luck or good luck for a short period of time)
Weapon: Long Circular Saw
Info: This one also has a lot of head-cannon, but I think that originally Donald had all the luck and Gladstone was very unlucky. He was so jealous that he made a contract to steal his cousins good luck. He didn’t intend to make his cousin miserable, but he doesn’t have a lot of regret about making his wish (Who would be when they’re so lucky all the time?)
Drake Mallard ( Darkwing Duck)
Wish: “I want to inspire others like my hero inspired me”
Ability: Temporary Emotion Manipulation
Weapon: Versatile Grappling Hook
Info: Darkwing was fun to make in terms of wish and abilities, but he was also fun to make in his downfall. Darkwing can have a black and white view of things, so when things start to get hazy, it might start taking a bad toll on him. Right and wrong start to blur and he just begins to lose it.
And that’s the last one for now! I hope you enjoyed and if you did, let me know if there’s anyone else to cover!
💕🍬Stay Sweet🍬💕
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