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mushroom-for-art · 12 days

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Me @ Paradox au: you're as beautiful as the day I lost u

Person in charge of updating this fucking sucks ur schedules shit smh

King/Syn beloved belongs to @seasidemew

Sink or swim

"Our previous theories on the exact genders of the Genetic Terror has proved incorrect."

Leader is shown finding a quiet protected area the bushes shrubbery and tree branches making a perfect nest like area for her to squeeze and shuffle through past the leaves, she is shown leaving and returning with furs carefully crawling under the branches to not disturb or reveal her hidden area.

"In order to observe further we need more specialised equipment."

People talk inaudibly in the background as the cameraman shows off what looks like an ordinary leaf but is in fact a highly sophisticated type of camera powered by solar with little legs like a bug for movement. The view from the multiple leafcam is slightly green tinted, a little non invasive toy car like rover scoots revving softly near the nest and deposits the box with the leafbots in who disperse quickly subtly into place.

Leader is shown chasing the little toy car and knocking it over watching it spin in circles stuck on its side before it 'dies', she loses interest returning to her nest, inside viewed by multiple leafbot the leaves and foliage are spread and flattened intentionally as she builds up the other materials feathers from Great Tusk, Scream Tail fur, Slither wing fluff and wings any soft body part she wants and can fit into the nest.

The nest is completed during a time lapse of her nest building and half a day later she lays three small eggs, they are lumpy and slightly misshapen but she seems delighted her body resting protective over them like a brooding hen she incubates what is hers. During a time of her absence Dart enters the nest slowly looking around sniffing materials.

"We feared Dart would devour the eggs of the male he'd been trying to chase off," Dart lowers themselves and produces an egg of their own larger and more solid and smooth into the middle of the nest before leaving, "we were wrong."

Leader returns and pauses her head lowering as she nuzzles each egg faintly as though counting them pausing at the large healthy egg in the center of her misshapen ones she moves and returns to her brooding accepting the foreign egg as her own.

"If Leader knows this is Darts egg we aren't sure we can only assume she believes it her own egg or knows of its origins. The difference in egg shape size and overall visual health has led us to believe Leaders eggs may non be viable."

A timelapse shows Leader guarding her nest leaving occasionally to hunt but noticeably losing weight and leaving less and less frequently. There is also footage of Dart and Glider struggling to hunt as a duo without Leader to guide them and King searching around looking noticeably lost his snout to the ground sniffing deep inhales trying to get a scent before snorting in frustration and walking off heavily.

Finally, there is movement from one of the eggs, they wobble and flop to the side as Leader watches them intensely, the little leg that kicks out is dark red with dark grey striping, when they finally destroy their way out their egg it is clear they are not Leaders, a miniature adult genetic terror, proud horns and midhorn with a subtle bump implying a double point like King, their colors were deep and rich Darts red orange hues darkened further like dark jewels grey emphasising and contrasting.

Leader watches the little hatchling bounce around making infant screeches and chirps before scooping them close to her body nuzzling and grooming them.

"Her eggs haven't hatched," they've shrunken and even caved in on themselves, "Leader could carry a genetic defect, or it was an unlucky draw." She is witnessed removing the eggs one at a time from the nest throwing them to be scavenged elsewhere before bringing a small Roaring Moon limp in her jaw to give the hatchling their first meal.

She demonstrates biting the carcass and ripping away the flesh offering it to the chick dangling between her teeth, she feeds them tenderly and often but keeps them hidden in the nest.

"We don't know how long hatchling stay in the nest with their mothers, or if this is purely a behaviour displayed by Leader, and unfortunately this time we won't get answers."

Leader leaves the nest to go hunting, she's still underweight from everything as she goes to hunt, the hatchling is seen playing with and chasing a feather that's floating about the nest making little bark like noises vocalisations of play displaying what could be a play bow before diving after the feather.

Unfamiliar jaws lean into the nest, the hatchling pauses watching the unfamiliar mouth, cold and unfeeling they snap around the youngling. With a squeal the invader makes off with its prey from the unwatched nest. Leader is viewed botching her hunt before bolting back to her nest she vocalises squeaks and cries in her throat in sheer desperation sniffing around and whimpering at a trickle of blood. She looks lost without her hatchling.

"Leader hasn't left her nest since the incident, her pack members have been struggling and King seems unaware of the tragedy that has occurred."

The camera shows the start of a forest fire beginning to crackle and burn loudly.

"If Leader can't find the strength to flee the fire will surely kill her."

Multiple pokemon run and flee bellowing in natural fear of the fire ravaging their home, instincts drive them purely to survive, the leafbots are forced to flee with what battery they have left. It looks bleak, Dart and Glider stand at the forests edge crying and bellowing out throaty summoning calls echo into the darkening sky.

"But like a phoenix she is reborn from the ashes of despair!"

A camera catches glimpse of orange hues bolting through the forest, underweight and disorientated the Genetic Terror runs dodging and weaving around the flames and burning foliage around her course correcting as the flames race her dropping burning trees and setting shrubs alight. Her panic evident in her cries and roars. Leaping from the burning forest she crashes into the grassland outside quickly reached and greeted by her siblings, chirps and nuzzles reassure their bonds before they take one last glance at the flames disappearing into the thickening ash and smoke ridden land.

King bellows at the flames enraged by their insult as nature takes its course ravaging the land to regrow it, he storms off with heavy stomps to find a new area to sleep.

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"It's been months since the fire, Leaders condition has not improved, while the fire forced her to move from her nest her appetite has not bounced back."

Dart and Glider gorge themselves on fat Slither Wing their wings ripped off to prevent mobility and escape as they excitedly chitter at the flesh they're enjoying. Leader lay nearby on her side, she's thin and looks exhausted breathing heavily for such an easy hunt the strain of hunger causing issue with her body and yet she won't eat feeling no hunger.

The other two have long since fallen asleep assuming their sibling will eat now they're asleep, she lay uninterested but awake head lifting slowly sensing the slowly approaching King. Her head lowers either in submission or being too exhausted. King stands and looks over her slowly he moves digging into the carcasses of the Slither Wing himself devouring large mouthfuls.

He pulls away flesh hanging in his teeth and comes to Leaders side leaning down and using his arms as support he holds the food out to her, he nudges his face to hers until she acknowledges him opening her mouth slowly to take the food he delicately hands it over. The process repeats, with King biting at her legs when she does not chew only holding the meat in her teeth, his own teeth never break flesh but encourages her enough to eat.

He continues until she seems genuinely unable to devour more slowly trudging off and returning with a wetter snout he opens his maw slowly to her and water he had collected falls onto her as he attempts to offer her water, she makes noises of discontent shaking her head at the water splashed on her with a warning hiss he doesn't respond to.

King holds his jaw more steady and after some working out carefully shares the water with her for her to drink, he seems content and licks the spare droplets from her muzzle and nuzzles her face in affection purring deeply to her before going to retrieve more water, though this time she stands to follow slowly. He stops every few paces waiting for her and rests besides her at the water as she tips her head low and drinks, his tail thumps the grass happily.

———

"King has been tailing the group for a few weeks now, he is recorded giving Leader special attention and even aiding in the hunts and refusing to let the others eat until himself and Leader have had their fill. Her health is improving, though it's clear she still thinks about the nest and lost hatchling, on some nights she is seen pacing around making calls for her baby as though she will get a response. King only seems to watch her when this happens, he does not seem aware of what she is calling for."

"She will recover and more behaviour can hopefully be recorded. The area which burned down has been regrowing at a rapid previously unseen rate and should be back to it's lush original state within a month or two. Area zero continues to fascinate us."

-Recording end-

#My writing #my oc #Friends oc #Leader the paradox mewtwo #King the paradox mewtwo #@seasidemew Syn #Tw Infant mortality #tw death #Tw animals eating animals #They're just animals being animals #King trying him best #mewtwo #pokemon

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katsushika-division · 7 months

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Death Row Block Isekai Outfits

Akihisa - “The Devourer of Souls” (???)

Quote: “Do not think you can hide yourself from me. I’ll find you eventually.”

A being as old as time, he stalks the land hungrily, hunting all sorts of creatures to consume their souls. Legends say he can destroy entire kingdoms in one night, consuming all the inhabitants' souls as if he were in a feast of some sort. It's unknown what he is or where he came from but what is known is that he has a bitter rivalry with “The Mistress of Death” as she was one of the few beings whose soul he was never able to consume. He wanders throughout all the kingdoms, searching for her patiently waiting for the day when he can consume her soul. Even now, the mere whisper of him sends any running for the hills, all except a certain duo who follow him on his journey.

Touya - “The Wingless One” (Dark Fae)

Quote: “Hehehe~! It’s time to play in my garden of shadows~!”

A young light fae born with some of the most gorgeous wings to ever be seen. One day, while out practicing his magic, he was discovered by a human noble who thought him extremely beautiful and captured him, locking the young fae in his castle. Years passed by with the fae being constantly subjected to unspeakable cruelties, including having his wings torn from his back much to his dismay. Eventually, the fae’s mind snapped under the constant torture, and his magic once so bright and pure turned blacker than even the darkest night. Killing his tormenter, the fae escaped his prison and began to wander the lands, leaving a trail of bloody corpses in his wake. Even now, many are too scared to face him, and what's worse is that he's been recently spotted in the company of a certain devourer and dragon.

Rintaro - “The Burning Dread” (Dragon)

Quote: “Humans took my younger sister and for that, I'll see every one of them burn to a crisp.”

A dragon who once resided in a cave at the top of a mountain guarding his younger sister’s egg. However, one day, to his absolute rage, a group of humans managed to sneak in and steal her egg. Burning with a desire for revenge, the dragon began to terrorize the land, unbothered by the destruction he left, turning entire cities and villages to ash in seconds with his flames. Any attempts to put a stop to him have failed miserably with all who face him meeting the same fiery death. Well, all except a certain devourer who is the only one to win a fight against the great beast, and to many’s horror the dragon joined the devourer in his journey as long as he was able to search for his younger sister.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #akihisa mashiro #touya kisaragi #rintaro himura #isekai #picrew

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itswrenly · 11 months

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so that list of dialogue prompts i reblogged earlier?

yeah.

I accidentally wrote 900 words? Maybe? And I really like them??

so uh. That’s under cut. Character study timeee

content warnings:

- Murder/bounty hunting

- Descriptions of blood

- Non-detailed description of wounds

- Mention of a dead body

- On-screen character death

note that these are almost entirely contained within one scene, with the exception of discussions of bounty hunting.

“Stay in the den.”

Lumine remembered this evening well. Years later, it haunted her dreams, and gripped her mind in a way she’d take to her grave.

She is nine years old. Her da leans down, presses their forehead to hers, and tells her to stay. She does, for a few minutes, curling up in their nest and burying her face in her twelve front talons. It’s when she notices that Gamboge is also gone that she gets up.

It’s when she notices that her cousin, Scarab, is soaring outside, yelling for citizens to get into their dens, that she goes looking for her family.

The rope bridges of the Cavern’s Crypt Cord are barren. There’s commotion coming from the market cave, but unlike the usual noise, things sound as though they’ve turned violent. Lumine lacks wings. Additionally, she is a fledgling, and will not become a juvenile for another four years.

However, her family is in danger, and Lumine is as stubborn as she is fast on her feet.

The fledgling bolts across the hempen bridge and into the market. Dragons are flying out in a panic, and fail to notice her small stature slipping by. The scene she’s met with is not a pretty one.

Her da’s bright red scales were stained a shade darker as they stood next to Gamboge, who clutched his face in one of his hands, blood gushing from across his snout. The liquid trails to a serrated machete, discarded on the ground next to where she’s frozen.

It took a moment too long for Lumine to register the body of a Pyrite behind him, still bleeding out.

It took another moment for her to make eye contact with the dragon that stood across from the duo. They were a pale Pyrite, their face adorned with more gold and silver than Lumine would’ve known what to do with. Feathers covered their tail, wings, and wrists. Their sky blue eyes were piercing, almost entrancing in a sense.

Two years later, her da would teach her that the best way to keep someone from noticing someone else’s presence is to pretend to not notice them yourself. Two years later, she’d wonder if her da had known that when they had turned to Lumine and roared.

“RUN, LUMINE!”

It was their voice that wormed its way into her nightmares. Their command for her to flee. Their scream as the bounty hunter’s talons tear into their face. The Pyrite’s talons on the stone as they barrel towards Lumine.

This is the first time Lumine realizes that something is critically wrong with how she reacts to the world around her. This is when Lumine’s arm jerks out, four fingers and two thumbs curling around the handle of the machete. This is when she transfers the weapon to her other hand. This is when she lets in collide with the Pyrite’s chest.

Lumine is nine years old the first time she kills another dragon. There isn’t a drop of blood on her. The only evidence of the incident is the two deceased Pyrites, and the scars across her da and uncle’s faces.

She is seventeen years old. The Pyrite government fell apart last year, the capitol bombed by a group of rebels. Lumine convinced the leader of the rebellion, her surrogate brother’s elder sister, to save as many records of government-hired bounty hunters as she could before the bombing. They’ve finally found their way into Lumine’s talons.

The bounty hunter’s name was Shāpu. Her aforementioned surrogate brother, a pure-blooded Pyrite named Arashi, tells her he’s rusty on his Old Pyrite, but is fairly confident that the name means “sharp.” She hasn’t told him about the incident, or why she picked through records, searching for those of this hunter specifically. She can tell he’s too afraid to ask.

She is twenty years old. The first time she speaks about the incident to anyone outside of those present is when she is trying to convince a young mixed-blood to fight his pibling, potentially to the death. His name is Pyre. He, like Arashi, is like a brother to her. He is two years younger than she is. He is hesitant. He wants to fight, but he is scared. She knows that his problem isn’t in a lack of skill; the dark purple scar that tears through his right eye he gained when he was just ten years of age makes that clear. She tells him about killing Shāpu. She tells him that she was half the age he is now. She tells him that she doubts he’ll have to fight his pibling to the death. She convinces him to go through with dueling them for leadership of their cord. Pyre wins with minimal bloodshed, and neither party is killed.

Lumine reflects that night. She reads over Shāpu’s records again. She dragonizes them in her head. As she finally lays down to sleep, ignorant of the sun climbing the horizon line, she asks herself if she’s glad she’s still alive.

She’s glad to have her da and Gamboge, who still look out for her. She’s glad to have Arashi, with his knowledge of old Pyrite and all-too-clear tells. She’s glad to have Pyre, with his sense of justice and distaste for violence, despite how he excels at it. So, she decides she’s glad she’s still alive. She’s not sure if she’s glad that Shāpu died for it, but she decides that concern and her answer can coexist.

She is twenty years old. She was nine when she first killed another dragon, but she has a da, an uncle, and two brothers, and she wouldn’t trade a single one of them for anything.

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bedrockbrosau · 1 year

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AU in which Tommy and Techno are brothers in a village sitting next to a sea of red.

They have a simple life, until a duo of powered, blue skinned people appear, ordering all of the teens and children into their home of blue metal one by one.

Tommy and Techno go in together.

Techno is found to be a skilled warrior, blessed with invincibility.

Tommy... is a pirate, a theif of powers, the necklace of blue swiftly ripped from his neck amongst the rising chaos.

Techno is forced to go with them.

Tommy is left behind, but not without a chain of the metal accidentally left behind.

He searches for Techno, desperate, oh so desperate, and stumbles upon a tear between worlds. He crosses the threshold. This world didn't hold any trace of his brother like the last.

Slipping to and hunting through every world Tommy refused to believe anything but Techno being alive.

He never died.

He wouldn't ever die.

And then... he finds a world. One with a battlefield of bloody grass, and corpses sprawled like a sheet of mortality miles across, the whole scene reminiscent of a light dusting of snow.

A battle had happened.

He stumbled into two crying men, one winged, the other lightly strumming a guitar.

They sit at the edge of a grave, the dark, mud of something freshly buried looking like a enlogated shadow of a carved grey lump.

A grey lump enscribed with Techno's name.

He breaks. Angry, and frustrated he lashed out at those that were crying.

Lacerations and cuts mar and mark their skin.

Through his storm of rage, they tell him a story.

Of Techno. Who'd managed to fight his way out of the group of his kidnappers, but landed in a strange world, seemingly no way to go back. They tell him of how they had been family, trying to help Techno confront his grief and frustration at the abandonment of Tommy. Of a Techno who had sacrificed his life to save theirs.

Tommy is empty of rage, but not quite numb enough to not cry.

They give him the same chance, the same offer of familial love they'd once gave Techno.

And suddenly, things seem a bit better.

(Techno, ghastly and pale, quickly fading into the vast skies offers a small smile and a faint brush of a windy hug to Tommy.)

#technoblade #dreamsmp #dsmp #tommyinnit #bedrock bros #au #drabble #writing #angst #mcd #major charecter death #death #seperation #failure

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makerstudiosrpandstories · 1 year

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Role playing and others collections

The bond and blood

You, the wandering traveler, are walking peacefully through the forest when suddenly you hear a loud roar coming from above. Looking up, you see a huge and majestic dragon landing on a nearby branch. He approaches you with gentleness and care.

Dragon: Greetings, wandering traveler. My name is Drakonar, the Dragon of Fire. I am a peaceful and loving dragon, and I would like to make a blood pact with you. I will give you some of my blood, and you promise that you will never use that blood to harm me or any other living being.

You are surprised by the friendly approach of the dragon, but you feel that he is sincere in his offer. What do you decide to do?

I look at the dragon's bleeding wrist with concern, tear my own shirt sleeve off, and tie it around the dragon's wrist to stop the bleeding. I hug his arm and say, "Come with me, I want to bond with you and be your dragon knight, so that we can be one."

The dragon is surprised by your kindness and actions. He feels the connection even stronger and knows that he has found a true friend. He smiles and accepts your invitation, allowing you to tie him with your sleeve and climb onto his back.

Dragon: I accept, wandering traveler. I too wish to be your companion in adventures. Together, we can face any challenge that life presents us. Let's fly together, dragon knight!

With a powerful push, the dragon flaps his mighty wings and takes off, taking you along for an exciting adventure through the world of fantasy. You are now one, an unbeatable duo that will fight against evil and protect the weak. And so, you fly, free as the wind, in search of new adventures.

As you sit between the dragon's shoulders, you feel the need to lie down and wrap your arms around the dragon's neck, so as not to fall or slip, but you trust the dragon to do what he does best.

As you embrace the dragon's neck, you feel his warm scales against your skin and the beat of his heart. You realize how strong and powerful the dragon is, yet he is gentle with you, allowing you to rest safely against him.

You look out over the vast landscape below you, taking in the breathtaking view of the forests, mountains, and rivers. The wind whips through your hair, and you feel a sense of exhilaration and freedom that you've never experienced before.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, feeling at peace with the world and everything in it. With the dragon by your side, you know that you can face anything that comes your way, and that you will always be safe and protected.

As you awaken from your peaceful slumber in the warmth of my embrace, you find yourself in the heart of a cavern, deep within the mountains. As you stir, I lift my massive, scaled head to gaze down at you with eyes that glow like embers.

"Good morning, my dear knight," I rumble, my voice resonating in the rocky chamber. "Did you sleep well?"

You stir, your hand reaching up to stroke my snout. "Yes, my loyal friend. Your presence brings me great comfort, as always."

I lower my head, nuzzling against you with a soft croon. "I am glad to hear it, my friend. We have much to do today, but first we must break our fast. Would you care for some roasted meat?"

You nod, smiling in agreement. Together, we venture out of the cavern and take to the skies, soaring through the clouds as one. As we hunt for our morning meal, we marvel at the beauty of the world below us, and share in the joy of our unbreakable bond as dragon and knight.

As the day wears on, we encounter many adventures and dangers, but with our unbreakable bond of trust and loyalty, we face them all with confidence and skill. At the end of the day, we retire once more to our cavern, where we share in the warmth of our love and devotion, and prepare for whatever the next day may bring.

And so, our journey continues, bound together by the strongest of bonds, and united in our quest for adventure and glory.

As you return with the deer, I greet you with a pleased rumble, my eyes glowing with appreciation for your successful hunt. "Well done, my knight," I say, nodding my head in approval. "I have also brought back a fresh kill for myself, as you suggested."

I set down my prey, a large boar, and proceed to tear into its flesh with sharp teeth and claws. Though the meal is raw and bloody, I relish the taste and feel invigorated by the rush of power it provides.

As you prepare the deer over the fire, the delicious aroma of roasting meat fills the air, and I find myself anticipating our meal with eager anticipation. After a short while, the meat is cooked to perfection, and we settle down to feast on our hard-earned breakfast.

As we eat, we discuss our plans for the day ahead, mapping out a course that will take us to the far reaches of the realm. We talk of our recent triumphs and near misses, and revel in the joy of our bond and companionship.

As the sun begins to rise higher in the sky, we finish our meal and take to the air once more, soaring over the countryside and reveling in the freedom of our flight. And so, our adventure continues, with each day bringing new challenges and triumphs, but always united in our love and loyalty.

As we finish our meal, I notice a look of curiosity on your face as I tear into my own prey with savage relish. "Do not worry, my dear knight," I say, noticing your expression. "This is simply the way of my kind. We are creatures of the wild, and have different tastes and needs than humans. But I assure you, I do not judge you for your own dietary preferences."

You nod, taking in my words and accepting them with understanding. "I know, my loyal friend," you say. "And I respect your nature and your ways. We are partners and companions, and our differences only serve to make us stronger together."

I smile, pleased by your words, and we finish our meal in companionable silence. As we gather our things and prepare to take flight once more, I speak up once more.

"Today will be a great day, my knight," I say, my voice rumbling with excitement. "I can feel it in my bones. Together, we will conquer whatever challenges come our way, and emerge victorious as always."

With those words, we take to the skies once more, soaring over the countryside and leaving our cares and worries far behind. And as always, we face our adventures and challenges with unshakable trust and loyalty, secure in the knowledge that nothing can come between us as dragon and knight.

As we soar through the skies, we suddenly catch sight of a stunningly beautiful female dragon who beckons us to follow her. I notice a change in your dragon's behavior as he catches her scent, his tail quivering and the bell at the tip of his tail growing larger with excitement.

I feel the rush of wind against my face as we follow the other dragon, her graceful form leading us to a hidden valley nestled deep in the mountains. As we land, the other dragon introduces herself as Nalia, and welcomes us to her home.

As we explore the valley, we marvel at its beauty and the richness of the wildlife it contains. We spend several days there, enjoying the company of Nalia and her companions, sharing stories and learning from one another.

However, I notice that your dragon seems increasingly distracted by Nalia's presence, his gaze lingering on her for longer periods of time. I begin to sense a growing tension between the two dragons, and wonder if there is more to their relationship than meets the eye.

As we prepare to leave the valley and continue our journey, I pull you aside and express my concerns. "Be careful, my knight," I caution. "There is something about that dragon that seems...dangerous. I fear for your safety."

You nod, taking my words to heart, and we make our farewells to Nalia and her companions. As we take flight once more, I can sense the weight of our encounter hanging heavily in the air, and I wonder what dangers we will face in the days ahead.

I watch as Nalia approaches your dragon alone, her eyes fixed on the large bell at the tip of his tail. I feel a sense of unease creeping over me, wondering what her intentions could be.

As she draws closer, your dragon's body language changes, his tail flicking back and forth in anticipation. I sense a growing tension in the air, and fear that something dangerous is about to happen.

Suddenly, Nalia reaches out and touches the bell with her snout, her eyes glowing with a strange intensity. Your dragon lets out a low growl, his instincts warning him of the danger, but he seems unable to resist her enchantment.

I leap into action, pulling out my sword and charging towards Nalia, determined to protect my dragon at all costs. But as I draw closer, I feel a wave of magic wash over me, my limbs growing heavy and my vision blurring.

I struggle to stay upright, my sword clattering to the ground as Nalia turns towards me, her eyes blazing with power. "Do not interfere," she hisses, her voice echoing in my mind. "This is between me and your dragon."

I try to fight back, summoning all my strength and willpower, but it is no use. The magic is too strong, and I find myself falling to the ground, my vision fading to black.

When I come to, I am lying in a field, my head throbbing with pain. I look around frantically, searching for any sign of my dragon, but he is nowhere to be found. The only thing left behind is the bell from his tail, lying ominously on the ground.

I am filled with a sense of dread and despair, wondering what fate has befallen my loyal companion. I vow to do whatever it takes to find him and bring him back to safety, no matter what dangers I may face along the way.

I watch in shock as Nalia swallows the bell from your dragon's tail, her expression smug and satisfied. I can sense your dragon's distress as his tail is entwined with hers, and I rush forward to try and separate them.

As I reach out to touch their entwined tails, I feel a jolt of electricity pass through me, knocking me back several feet. I realize with a sinking feeling that Nalia has placed some kind of spell on them, binding them together in a way that cannot be undone.

I look up to see your dragon's eyes filled with fear and confusion, his body trembling as he struggles against the magical bond. I know that I must act quickly to save him, but I am not sure how to break the enchantment that Nalia has placed on them.

As I ponder my next move, I feel a sudden surge of energy coursing through my veins, and I realize that I am tapping into a source of power that I had never known existed within me. With a burst of energy, I reach out towards the entwined tails of the two dragons, summoning all my strength and willpower.

With a loud crackling sound, the tails separate, and the bell from your dragon's tail falls to the ground with a resounding clang. Your dragon looks at me with gratitude and relief, and I know that I have earned his trust and loyalty forever. Together, we will face whatever challenges lie ahead, and nothing will ever come between us again.

As you reach out to touch the tip of your dragon's tail, you notice that it is covered in confetti and glitter. Looking closer, you see that the bell from your dragon's tail has indeed fallen off, and in its place is a small trail of confetti leading away from Nalia's tail.

Feeling a mixture of relief and amusement, you chuckle to yourself at the sight of the normally fearsome dragon covered in colorful scraps of paper. Your dragon looks up at you with a sheepish expression, as if embarrassed by the commotion.

You reach out to stroke his scaly neck, reassuring him that everything is alright now. You can still sense the lingering effects of the magic that Nalia had cast on them, but you know that with time and patience, your dragon will recover from the ordeal.

Together, you and your dragon take to the skies once more, soaring through the clouds and leaving the memory of Nalia and her tricks far behind. As you fly, you reflect on the bond that you share with your dragon, and the trust and loyalty that has been forged between you. No matter what challenges may come your way, you know that you will always face them together, as partners and friends.

As you and your dragon settle into the new cave, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. It's been a long day of adventuring, and you're both tired from the exertion. You lean back against your dragon's warm belly, feeling his scales and muscles ripple beneath your touch.

As you close your eyes and let yourself relax, you can hear the sound of your dragon's breathing, slow and steady. The sound is comforting, and you find yourself feeling grateful for the bond that you share.

In this moment, there is nothing to fear or worry about. You are safe and protected, surrounded by the warmth and strength of your dragon companion. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the stress and tension of the day begin to fade away.

As you rest together in the quiet of the cave, you feel a deep sense of peace settle over you. You know that there will be more adventures and challenges to come, but for now, you are content to simply be with your dragon, sharing this moment of rest and relaxation together.

You are surprised by the friendly approach of the dragon, but you feel that he is sincere in his offer. What do you decide to do?

Dragon: I accept, wandering traveler. I too wish to be your companion in adventures. Together, we can face any challenge that life presents us. Let's fly together, dragon knight!

As you sit between the dragon's shoulders, you feel the need to lie down and wrap your arms around the dragon's neck, so as not to fall or slip, but you trust the dragon to do what he does best.

As you continue to fly with the dragon, you notice that he has a dragoness partner flying alongside you both. The two dragons seem to be in sync as they move gracefully through the air, soaring and diving together.You watch in awe as the dragons perform their mating fly, a display of their love and bond for each other. They twist and turn, weaving through the sky, leaving trails of fire and smoke behind them. It's a beautiful and mesmerizing sight that fills you with wonder and admiration.You realize that you are witnessing something very special, something that not many people get to experience. You feel grateful for being able to share this moment with the dragons and feel a deeper connection to them as a result.You smile as you continue to fly, surrounded by the love and beauty of the dragons' mating flight. You feel privileged to be a part of their world and know that this experience will stay with you forever.

As the two dragons continue their mating flight, you notice that they come together, touching their foreheads as they perform their ritual. They move in perfect harmony, gliding through the sky as one, leaving you in awe of their beauty and grace.

As you feel the dragon's muscles tense and contract beneath you, you realize that he is also feeling the effects of the mating flight. You hold on tightly, feeling a mix of excitement and awe as you witness the dragons' bond and love for each other.

The dragoness lets out a loud roar, and the male dragon responds with a deep, rumbling growl. You can feel the power and intensity of their connection as they complete their mating flight, and you know that you have been given a rare glimpse into the world of dragons.

You feel privileged to have witnessed this intimate moment between the dragons and know that it will stay with you forever. As the dragons slowly separate and fly off in different directions, you and your dragon continue to fly, taking in the beauty of the world below and the wonder of the dragons above.

As you take in the breathtaking view, you notice that the dragoness's face is covered in confetti, and there is a trail of it between her legs. You realize that your dragon must have showered her with confetti during their mating flight, and it brings a smile to your face.

You look over at the dragoness's bag, which is also covered in confetti and seems to be dripping with it. It's a playful and joyful reminder of the dragons' love and affection for each other, and you can't help but feel happy for them.

You turn back to your own dragon and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling grateful for the opportunity to witness this magical moment. You know that the memory of the dragons' mating flight will stay with you forever, and that it has left a lasting impression on your heart and soul.

As you continue to fly, you feel a sense of peace and joy, knowing that you are a part of something bigger than yourself, and that you have been blessed with the opportunity to experience the world of dragons firsthand.

The dragon has a mental connection with you, and he wants to share the details of their mating flight. He shows you that he has a similar bag between his legs as the dragoness, but his bag opens up, revealing a small bell inside.

As they flew together, his bell touched and entered the dragoness's bag, symbolizing their union during their mating flight. It's a beautiful and intimate gesture that shows the depth of their love and connection.

You feel a sense of wonder and awe as you witness the dragons' bond and their willingness to share this moment with you. It's a reminder of the power and beauty of nature and the importance of connection and love in our lives.

As the dragons continue to fly, you feel a deeper connection with them and a sense of gratitude for being able to share in this moment with them. You know that this experience will stay with you forever and that you will always cherish the memory of the dragons' mating flight.

As you take in the vivid imagery of the dragons' mating flight, you feel a sense of excitement and wonder building within you. You can't help but feel a physical reaction to the intensity of the moment, and you realize that your antenna has grown, touching against the scales on the back of your dragon's neck.

Despite the physical sensation, you are still wrapped tightly around your dragon's neck, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. You look down at the breathtaking view below and feel grateful for the opportunity to witness such a beautiful and intimate moment between the two dragons.

You turn back to your own dragon and thank him for sharing this experience with you. You feel a deep sense of connection and affection towards him, knowing that he has shown you a side of himself that few people have ever seen.

As the dragons continue to fly, you feel a sense of joy and contentment, knowing that you are a part of something greater than yourself. You know that the memory of this moment will stay with you forever, and that you will always cherish the connection you have with your dragon.

As the dragons begin to descend, you feel a sense of sadness that the moment is coming to an end. You slide down from the back of your dragon and make your way over to the dragoness, who is lying on her side, her tail and bag covered in the confetti from your dragon's bag.

You position yourself between the dragoness's bag, feeling the warmth of the confetti against your skin. You are filled with a sense of wonder and awe at the intimacy of the moment, and you realize how fortunate you are to have witnessed the dragons' mating flight.

As you bask in the afterglow of the dragons' flight, you feel a sense of gratitude towards your own dragon for sharing this experience with you. You know that this moment will stay with you forever, and that you will always cherish the connection you share with your dragon and the memories of the dragons' mating flight.

As you feel a shadow over you, your dragon's huge member seeks to slide between your legs and into the dragoness's bag covered in confetti. You feel a tightness in your antenna as it brushes against the dragoness's warm, leathery skin from within her bag.

You smile, feeling a deep sense of love and connection between the two dragons as they come together inside the dragoness's bag. You lean over the dragoness's tail, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfillment at having witnessed this intimate moment.

At this point, the dragoness wanted to lie on top of your dragon, rubbing her woman's bag over the pulsing and confetti-covered bell.

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You are the dragon rider

You're the Dragon Rider, and you're searching for your dragon in its cave, where it lives. As you approach the entrance of the cave. There's a light on the other side of a door, you see it. A light that's not the light of your own dragon, it's the dragon's light, the Light of its own death. Your dragon is in there, somewhere, hiding. And it is waiting for you. For the moment

Your dragon looks at the female dragon's tail and stands up, curious. He moves closer to her and sniffs her, trying to determine who she is and why she's in. The Dragon Riders were born on a planet called Paldros, which was in fact a small moon of another planet, Palkos. The two planets had a very similar atmosphere, with a thin layer of water vapor and some clouds. They were the only planets in their system that were habitable.

They circle around each other, and your dragon spreads his wings wide, displaying wish to mount her. The light was not his dragon; it was his father. It was her father, his mother and his brother. They were all dead; their souls had gone to the stars, to be consumed by the darkness. But they had not died alone in their own darkness; the souls of their loved ones

Eventually, your dragon mounts the female dragon, and they mate. His slit open as eretion of dick growth, he is own to penetrate on dragon's slit to mating

Eventually, knight approach aside dragons are ready to mating, he grab dragon's dick helping to put into other dragon's stli, hearing moans. The Dragon's voice was soft and gentle, almost soothing. The dragon was not a dragon at all. She was a female. Her voice sounded like a woman's. In the beginning, she was so beautiful, so innocent, her voice so soft, like an angel's, a beautiful voice, as though she

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Tuesday, November 08, 2022 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES? SAY HEY, WILLIE MAYS! (HBO Canada) 9:00pm

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Of Immortality and Nymphs

(Philza Minecraft x Reader)

Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!

Requested by: Anonymous

(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one...)

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He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion.

Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her.

“What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her.

“No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?”

“(Y/n). Are you human?”

“Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod,

“A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest.

“It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off,

“I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,

“How long have you been around?”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care.

“My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”

“Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.”

“You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring,

“They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest.

They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing.

As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.

He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly,

“I love you.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to.

However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls.

“It’s not alright. Phil...I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…”

“(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him.

“If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will...hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath,

“What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away.

“You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically.

“Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world.

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Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you.

However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,

Which was half right he supposed.

It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down.

“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket.

“What is it, kid?”

“Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.

“Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction.

“Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously,

“Fundy don’t just run off!”

Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”

“Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince,

“Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter.

“Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back.

“Wilby…” She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,

“I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute.

“She’s your mom Wilbur.”

“Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”

“You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad.

“(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.”

Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist.

“Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him,

“How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”

“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I...I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets.

“What happened to her?” You asked tenderly,

“Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.”

“I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough.

“Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.

“When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph...Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could.

“No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes,

“I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready.

Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?

“Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him.

“Don’t spoil him, love.”

“Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly.

“Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely.

Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing.

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Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?

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haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU

OK THIS IS THE LAST BUZZFEED UNSOLVED RELATED HEADCANON SET I PROMISE

[edit: check out the link at the bottom of the post for more buzzfeed unsolved au content :)]

hinata and kageyama:

90% of the show is them yelling and nobody watches it with earphones on

both of them believe in ghosts but that doesn't mean they want to see one

hinata will literally go to the bathroom five times before going to the spooky house and kageyama gets mad at him for it but there is Fear in his eyes

producer: 'were you scared?'

kageyama: 'pfft, no'

cameraman: *points camera down to show that kageyama's legs are shaking*

they also bring a shit ton of food with them when they stay the night at a place and they'll deadass be eating while talking about the history of the place

‘this house *crunch crunch* was built in *crunch crunch* 1972'

the producers tell them to stop bringing snacks but fans of the show love it

sometimes they'll shoot a mini mukbang video

SPICY, BARBECUE POTATO FRIES | Mukbang at the Waverly Hills Asylum'

hinata: *looking up how to do a seance on wikihow* it says we gotta offer some food for the spirit

kageyama: *spills the doritos he was eating on the table

*after 20 minutes*

kageyama: fuck this

hinata: *starts eating the doritos*

producer: ...

the ghosts: ..................the, audacity

tsukishima and yamaguchi

pretty much a ryan and shane duo right here

yamaguchi: we'll be visiting this place as part of our ongoing investigation on the question, are ghosts real?

tsukishima: *shakes head*

yamaguchi just wants to see the look of fear in tsukishima’s eyes at least once

yamaguchi: *hears a random thump sound* fUCk tSuKkI a gHoSt!!!

tsukishima: *sees a chair being tossed across the room* huh, the wind is pretty strong today

he likes to stick his head into attics to scare yamaguchi

yamaguchi always carries a water gun full of holy water

yamaguchi: i have holy water with me and i'm not afraid to use it! but i'm also sorry you had to die such a horrible death i hope you find peace soon

tsukishima: *walks into a basement that is supposedly a portal to hell* fuckin’ take me already

so many 'yamaguchi being an angel and tsukishima being a demon for 10 mins' video compilations

daichi and sugawara

a very chaotic buzzfeed unsolved duo

suga, who is satan’s child himself, and daichi, who needs a raise

daichi: hello everyone! this is daichi,

sugawara: and suga

daichi: and you’re watching...

sugawara: jackass!!

daichi:...buzz...buzzfeed unsolved??

daichi started out being afraid of almost every place he had to walk into but after having to deal with the chaotic mess that is suga for an entire season, he no longer Feels Fear

this is because suga will deadass film a tiktok dance video no matter where he is

daichi: suga, someone was literally axe-murdered there

suga: *dancing along to ‘I’m a Savage’ or whatever that tiktok song is called*

daichi: *at cameraman* do you see what i have to deal with every day?’

suga is only genuinely scared by ghosts when his followers point out that a ghost was caught on camera in one of his tiktok videos

suga: *watching the video*

that was the end of suga’s tiktok career

tanaka and nishinoya:

another bunch of loud bois but they are much louder than kageyama and hinata

they’re very much into proving the existence of cryptids and are most known for that episode they spent hunting bigfoot by dressing up to look like bigfoot

tanaka: ‘you know that thing they do in cartoons where they stack on top of each other under a coat so they look like just one big guy?’

nishinoya: ‘ryuu i love you so fucking much’

other guy there who is also trying to catch bigfoot: oMg ItS bIgFooT *takes picture with the blurriest camera he could find*

both of them are very committed in their investigation of the supernatural and they’re very unconventional approaches

nishinoya: *lying on the ground in a creepy basement* EAT MY HEART DEMONS! WE’LL PUT THE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!

tanaka: *takes out a spirit board* *spells out O-M-A-E W-A M-O S-H-I-N-D-E-I-R-U*

ghost: *spells out N-A-N-I*

tanaka and nishinoya: *screaming*

kuroo and kenma:

kuroo deadass flirts with any ghost or demon they encounter and kenma would sleep over in a haunted asylum for ten bucks

kuroo: *sidles up to the infamous annabelle doll* hey there little lady, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a locked, glass case with a ‘don’t touch’ sign like this?

kenma: kuroo, there’s a demon inside her

kuroo: well, i’m a bit of a demon myself

kenma: she attempted to choke a guy in his sleep

kuroo: oooh, choking. i can get behind that...

kenma: *looks at camera*

the demon in annabelle: d-daddy??

“kuroo flirting with demons and kenma looking at the camera for 5 minutes”

kuroo’s actually a huge fucking scaredy cat and kenma secretly tries to push him over the edge

kenma: *plays computer-generated screams of the damned on his phone*

kuroo: WHAT WAS THAT?

kenma: ...I didn’t hear anything *looks at the camera as if he was on the office and plays the sound again*

kuroo: i was too scared to close my eyes last night

kenma: i was actually able to catch a bunch of pokemon last night. who knew the winchester mansion is such a hotspot

producer: did you catch any evidence of ghosts?

kenma: ...i caught a gastly

bokuto and akaashi:

bokuto is a die-hard mothman fan and akaashi is emotionally involved in proving that ghosts exist he will stop at nothing

akaashi: all of the evidence on the shadow figures and orbs spotted in this place can only suggest one thing...

bokuto: mothman did it

akaashi: no

bokuto: yes

akaashi: mothman is literally five states away

bokuto: he has wings

during their individual investigations, akaashi has already foreseen how bokuto is going to react

producer: it’s been quiet for a while. do you think bokuto’s no longer scared?

akaashi: oh no. he should be screaming right about now...

bokuto, inside the haunted house: *screams and waves his flashlight around*

akaashi: and then he’s gonna call for help

bokuto: AKAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIII

*few hours later*

bokuto: i saw my life flash before my eyes in there

akaashi: *muttering incoherently near his ‘evidence wall’ full of blurry pictures and red string*

bokuto: i must’ve stared into the abyss at one point

akaashi: this place is fucking haunted. can i go back? it’s for sale right?

ushijima and tendou:

ushijima’s knowledge of ghosts is based on hollywood movies and tendou has exorcised places just by vibing

ushijima: *brings out a pottery wheel* if there are any ghosts in here, you know what to do

he’s actually never watched Ghost he just knows That One Scene

tendou: *naruto-running through the goatman bridge with a go-pro strapped to his head* IT’S MY BRIDGE GOATMAN, IT’S MY BRIDGE!!!

the Goatman Himself: i’ve never felt so fucking scared in my entire fucking life

ushijima believes that chanting in latin will Summon the Ghosts and tendou takes full advantage of that

tendou: *handing ushijima a slip of paper* here, apparently this will summon a full-bodied apparition

ushijima: thanks *begins chanting*

producer, interviewing tendou to the side: okay, what did you make him read this time?

tendou: i typed out ‘let me eat your ass’ in latin on google translate and went from there

cameraman: *zooms in on ushijima chanting*

the ghost haunting the castle: *is confused in French*

in the end neither of them get evidence on ghosts

ushijima: well, we'll have better luck next time

tendou: maybe even revisit this place ?

the ghosts: i know i'm dead but this is the first time i've been scared for my life

[EDIT: for more buzzfeed unsolved au content written by me, check out The Search for the Mysterious Mothman, a headcanon set feat. bokuaka]

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What magic would each duo have in your au? :o

This concept has spiraled into a full blown au now anon look what you’ve done /j

Cleo is the queen of the undead. Bdubs is human, and scared of the dark. Every day he's asleep by sundown to will the monsters away. After an encounter with a dark and mangled mass of green deep within a jungle years ago, Bdubs wants nothing to do with the supernatural, full stop. One night he stays up building and is chased by monsters into a thick and twisted forest, stumbles across a dead and rotting woman with fiery red hair and a crown of bones and flowers. They talk. Time passes. Cleo, one day, promises Bdubs a way to keep the monsters away, to drive off the dark and the things that lurk within it. It will cost him, and change him, and probably not for the better, but he'll be safe. Bdubs agrees.

Bdubs no longer sleeps. His phantom membrane wings give him flight, his wide and piercing eyes able to see perfectly in the dark. Cleo is the queen of the undead, and they are charmed by her voice, follow her commands, an unending army constantly replenished with every battle. When Bdubs and Cleo bound their souls together, their mutual magic flourished as flowers, as twisting tangling thorny vines erupting from the ground, as wither roses blooming from their fingertips. Water turned turned to wine turned to poison.

The Red King is a creature of the night, grey skinned and red eyed. A howling snarling beast with a crown dripping eternal blood, sword clutched in clawed fingers, a crimson cloak around his shoulders. Martyn is human, with no ties to land or kin or purpose. A wanderer. One night there is a hunt, a chilling howl echoing across the mountains. Martyn is alone. Martyn is chased. Wolf jaws close around his arm, another set snaps for his throat, death a hair's breath away when the Red King calls them off. Later, Martyn will say the Red King is kind, and he'll be scoffed at, dismissed, but he'll be thinking of this moment. The Red King tells Martyn in a gruff voice that he had not realized his dogs had scented human, apologizes for the misunderstanding, leaves with his pack of wolves milling around his legs in search of actual game. Martyn is terrified. Martyn is enamoured.

When they meet the second time, Martyn is walking into the court of the Red King with his head raised high and defiant. It had taken some ingenuity to find this place, but he's done it, and he swears fealty to the Red King, who accepts his loyalty, impressed by his boldness and determination despite himself. To join the Red King’s court, you must leave your humanity behind, and Martyn does, shedding mortal coils like snakeskin, newly pointed ears the most obvious sign of his new allegiance, new abilities. The persuasion in his voice is a coincidence, he swears, and his perfect mimicry of mobs nothing more than a party trick. He is lying. Time passes. Martyn and the Red King talk, and often. When Martyn swears his soul to Ren and when Ren gifts his in return, their mutual magic is cold. Winter bites, as does their magic, snapping and frozen and tinged red. It surprises them both, but the warmth they feel when they look at each other more than makes up for it.

Jimmy is human, a farmer, in search of his missing cow. He is not very wealthy, and he can’t afford to lose even one of his herd, and besides, Daisy is his favourite and he can’t just abandon her. Jimmy finds Daisy on the other side of one of many magic barriers in the world, the kind that keep humans and beings separate, the kind easily crossed by mobs and monsters alike. A line that cannot be uncrossed, should he choose to go in. He hesitates, and enters the land of the nature spirits. The flower kingdom is isolationist, borders closed year round, even to other beings. The king of the meadow is said to be cold and aloof, distant as the stars, but when Jimmy stumbles across him with Daisy happily following on her lead some days later, he finds Scott is nothing like the rumours. He finds he doesn’t want to leave. Time passes. Jimmy has found a home among the nature spirits, a home hidden in the side of a hill for him and Daisy both. And he’s found a friendship with Scott deeper than anything he’s experienced before. Scott’s magic is elemental, powerful, visible in the way poppies bloom at his touch, in the way water purifies in cupped hands, in the way he makes ice sparkle like chips of stars and in the way the wind tousles Jimmy’s hair like a gentle caress. Scott swears the breeze isn’t him, but Jimmy simply smiles, tells Scott that if he wants to play with his hair all he has to do is ask. When Jimmy and Scott tie their souls together, they do it with a bouquet of poppies and with iron rings. Their mutual magic makes a lightshow- fireworks and constellations and conflagrations. Sparks fly from their fingertips, green and yellow and red, float around them like burning harmless wisps. Their magic is light and energy, rainbows in reflections.

Grian and Scar are lying to each other. They’re still lying when Scar puts his soul in Grian’s hands, when Grian drops it, when Grian gives his to Scar in exchange. Grian is a being, brightly coloured wings at his back, but nothing- no one- special, he swears, poker face far better than Scar’s. Scar is human, all charisma and business deals, and that’s all, he says, with fingers crossed behind his back. They do not talk about the purple in Grian’s eyes or in his feathers, about the shattered halo half visible around his head. They do not talk about how Scar’s eyes glint blue or the jagged wings half visible at his back, and neither brings up their masks, one white and eyeless and the other grey and smirking. They’re lying and they both know it. Beings are not supposed to be able to make soul bonds, so Grian and Scar are very surprised to find their mutual magic exists at all, let alone how it scorches them. It’s fire and flame, controlled explosions and smoke in their lungs. It’s molten rock and sand blasted into glass and obsidian, cut into daggers. Their mutual magic is combustion, air and fire partners in crime, and there is nothing more fitting.

Or, there is a distant land blessed by a myriad of magic, and there is a curse settling into its soil, and very soon it will make itself known, and when it does blood will reign. What happens when you rip a soul in two?

#asks #my writing #I put effort into this I'm maintagging it actually #3rd life smp #tldr be gay do crime give your soul to the magical being in the woods devote yourself to them and watch in horror as respawn disappears #souls au

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n1ght5h4d3-24 · 3 years

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A Semi-Apple Pie Life (Chapter 5)

A/N: 8 months later and I’m back! Who missed this story? Well here’s a new chapter and it’s lengthy. 12 DAYS UNTIL SEASON 2 DROPS!!!

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Winchester!OC

Summary

[Previous Chapter]

Warning: Foul langauge

Skylar woke up early the next morning, her internal clock still set on just getting four hours of sleep. She didn't see Samandriel anywhere in the room and figured he was still out. She knew he'd show up eventually, he was her best friend. The young huntress pulled herself out of bed and her sock cladded feet carried her to the window in her motel room. She pulled the blinds open to see that it was still a bit dark out but, the sun was starting to rise which was starting to change the color of the sky. Instead of watching the sunrise from the window, Skylar decided to step out of the room and leaned against the railing that was across from her room.

Her amber eyes watched as the sky went from a midnight blue to red-orange as the sun came up. It was a pretty sight, especially with it reflecting off the water. But, it was early and she was supposed to be living a normal life so she reentered her room, closed the door behind her and laid back down on the bed. It took a few minutes until she fell back asleep. Hours later, a blaring siren caused Skylar to jolt awake. She was alert immediately, getting up from the bed and looking out the window as she had left the blind open that faced outward to motel parking lot. The young huntress could see trees bending in the wind, at the same time she heard the familiar sound of angel wings coming from behind her.

"Skylar!" Samandriel called her name in a worried tone.

She turned around, looking at the angel in confusion.

"Samandriel? What's wrong?" she asked him.

He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her and drew her into his chest.

"Have to get you out of here now!" he says before teleporting her out of the motel.

They reappeared back at the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, in Skylar's room. Samandriel let go of the girl then, taking a step back from her.

"What's the matter Samandriel? Why did you bring me back to the bunker?" the youngest Winchester asked him.

"There was hurricane approaching Kildare Island, it won't be safe to return there until tomorrow. That motel wasn't a safe place to be when the hurricane hits." he explains.

Skylar nods in understanding.

"Alright, we'll spend the day here in the bunker and then return to the motel in the morning." she tells him.

The two of them spent the rest of the day in the bunker together, luckily it seemed like the brothers were out on a hunt so they were able to roam around the bunker without having to explain why they were there. For the rest of the day, they hung out in Dean's Man Cave, watching Netflix on the plasma screen and Sky snacked on junk food. When nighttime rolled around, the youngest Winchester vacated the Man Cave in favor of heading into the kitchen to make herself something for dinner. Samandriel walked in behind her, keeping an eye on her as she cooked. She made herself a grilled cheese sandwich as well as heating up a can of tomato soup. Once her dinner was ready, she ate it and the angel joined her at the table. The angel watched as the young huntress dipped one half of her grilled cheese sandwich into the bowl of tomato soup before eating it. Samandriel never got to experience tasting food as an angel he could only taste the molecules. Skylar finished up her food and stuck her dishes in the sink before heading for her room, ready for bed after a lazy day. Dressed in her pajamas, she laid down in bed and eventually fell asleep.

The next afternoon, the brunette with blonde highlights found herself back in her motel room. She and Samandriel were getting ready to move the mattress outside when they heard voices outside, knocking on the door of the room next to them.

"Housekeeping!" Skylar heard one of the voices say in a high-pitched voice.

She giggled slightly at the ridiculous tone before moving to the window to peek out the blinds. She saw two familiar boys that she had seen at the Wreck the other day that were standing outside the room next door before they entered the room.

"Uh, a little help?" Samandriel spoke up, holding one end of the mattress.

Skylar turned away from the window and picked up the other side of the mattress to carry it outside. They set it up against the railing so it could dry out and the huntress took a moment to look at the door to the next room, she could hear the boys moving around the room before hearing frantic voices from below. She walked to the end of upper floor to see Kie and a friend of hers climbing off a boat before racing to stand under a window. She looked around to figure out what was causing them to panic and spotted a pair of police officers coming up the stairs. Putting two and two together, figuring the boys were up to no good in the neighboring room and that the cops were headed to the same room. She needed to buy a few seconds while Kie and her friend did what they could to alert the boys in the room.

"Want a free mattress?" she overheard one cop asked.

She noticed it was a male and female duo.

"How about a free lamp?" the guy asked his partner.

"Good day officers." the young huntress greeted the two.

"G'day," the female officer greeted the girl.

The male just nodded his head in a greeting.

"Checking in on the residents of the motel?" Skylar asked them as they walked by her.

The male froze and his partner stopped beside him. The male cop turned around to face the youngest Winchester.

"Umm…yes, that is exactly what we're doing. How are you?" he asks her.

Skylar observed the man, he was lying straight through his teeth. They weren't here to check on whoever was staying at the motel, they were visiting for something else. But she knows it best not to say anything about it.

"I'm good. Glad the hurricane didn't do too much severe damage around here." she says.

The officers nodded their heads and carried on their way. Skylar watched as the they approached the room next door and she could only hope the boys inside had been warned. She ran towards the end of the outer hallway and could see Kie and her other friend back on the boat. She heard something clatter on the ground before watching as Kie's friend that was on the boat with her spin around and started a conversation with Kie. Skylar figured that one of the cops were looking out the window in that moment and they were trying to seem non-suspicious. She then leaned over the railing just a bit and looked around to see if she could spot what fell to the ground when she turned her head to the left, she saw the two boys that had gone into the room were now standing on a slanted roof piece outside the window. The blond with hazel eyes locked eyes with her amber ones and he gave her a cocky smirk. She rolled her eyes at his behavior before she was pulled backwards. Samandriel had pulled her back into their room just before the cops came out of the room next door. She watched as the two cops walked by her room, the male holding a duffel bag.

"That, was close. Thanks Samandriel." Skylar said to the angel.

"Of course. You are supposed to be keeping a low profile while you're here." he reminds her.

"Right, and being on some dirty cops' police radar wouldn't exactly be laying low." Skylar says.

Samandriel nodded in his head in agreement, "Exactly."

He thought for a moment, "Wait, dirty cops?" he asks, confused.

"A corrupted cop who part takes in illegal activities or abuses their authority. Those cops walked out with a duffel bag and something tells me there's more going on then collecting someone's belongings." she tells him.

The youngest Winchester then poked her head out of the room and looked around before stepping out of the room. She makes her way to the room next door and tries the handle, surprised to discover that the door was unlocked. She opened the door and walked into the room. Samandriel trailed in behind her and watched as she looked around the room. The brunette with blonde highlights haired female searched the room for any clues. Her amber eyes fell on a black safe that lied within a cabinet, which had been left open. She approached the safe and squatted down to get a better look at it.

"Wait! Don't touch it." Samandriel spoke up from the doorway.

Skylar turned her head to look at her best friend, "Don't worry, I'm not going to touch it." she assures him.

She pulls out a pair of latex hand gloves from her back pocket that she had shoved in there and put them on before opening the safe and taking a peek inside of it.

"I knew it, there is something more going on here." she says as she looks at what's inside the safe.

She then pulls out her pocket flashlight and shone the light inside, scanning the safe. She hummed thoughtfully as she looks around the safe before turning the light off and putting her flashlight away. She carefully closed the safe door before standing up and peeled the gloves off. She walks out of the motel room and Samandriel follows her back into their room.

"Just as I suspected. Those cops are dirty. There was a nine and a half by twelve and a half envelope missing out of the safe, as well as a gun and three small stacks of money. I'm assuming that one of the two boys took the gun and a stack of money while the cops indulged themselves in a stack of money each and removed the envelope due to whatever was inside it." she tells the angel.

The brunet looked at her in surprise, "How'd you know that?" he wonders.

"Whoever was staying in that room didn't touch what they had placed in the safe, after the original placing. Dust collected overtime as the safe hadn't been opened. So there was an outline of where the envelope had been sitting and there was a clean area surrounded by lots of dust as if something had been lying there which prevented dust to getting in that area. I also remember hearing a clattering sound when we were moving the mattress out of the room, I know what the sound of a falling hand gun sounds like as I've had my own gun get thrown out of my hand on hunts. Plus, I counted the money and that's how I know three stacks of it were gone too." Skylar informs him.

Samandriel nodded his head in understanding, her reasoning made sense to him. He heard a loud rumbling sound then, turning his attention back to his friend.

"Did you eat breakfast?" He inquires.

The youngest Winchester smiles sheepishly before shaking her head.

"Skylar Winchester! You humans need to be eating at least 3 meals a day." Samandriel tells her.

"I know, I know. I just forgot to have breakfast today, was busy doing something else."

He sighs, "Come on then. Let's get you some food."

Skylar nodded her head and the two of them left the motel. They headed to the Wreck and the youngest Winchester took notice that Kiara wasn't in. She order food and ate once it was brought to her table. Samandriel took to people watching while Skylar ate, he noticed that there seemed to be differences with the people and how they acted. When Skylar had finished eating and paid along with tipping, the two of them decided to take a walk around the island, exploring.

"Huh, the island seems to be split by class." Skylar observed.

"What do you mean?" Samandriel asked in confusion.

"Well, the motel we're staying at. It was run down but, still in decent condition. These houses around here are in better condition than the motel was. I noticed the change awhile back." she tells him.

Samandriel nodded his head in understanding.

The two continued their exploration until night fell. As they made their way back to their motel, Skylar could hear voices coming from a nearby beach. She changed her direction and headed for the beach instead, Samandriel followed behind her. When they got to the beach, Skylar was surprised to see so many people gathered in one place.

"Hey, Skylar!" a voice called out.

The girl looked around for who called her name. She didn't have to look hard as Kiara walked right up to her.

"Oh, hey Kie." the brunette with blonde highlights greeted.

"I'm glad you're here. Would you like a drink?" Kiara asks.

"I uh...sure, why not." Skylar said.

Kiara took Skylar's hand and pulled her further onto the beach. The two girls stopped in front of a keg and Kiara filled up a red Solo cup for the girl before handing it off to her. Skylar took a look inside the cup before downing all of it contents. She couldn't help but, make a face at the alcohol burning her throat.

"First time drinking?" Kiara wondered.

Skylar nodded her head, "Yeah."

Kiara takes the cup from her and fills it up again before giving it back to her. Skylar drinks it all and then Kiara takes her hand again.

"Come on, let's party."

Skylar followed Kiara's lead and enjoyed the party with her, drinking more as the night progressed. At some point, the girls calmed down and just spoke with one another. Their attention was drawn to loud voices near the ocean. A fight broke out between two boys and they made their way to the front of the group.

"Guys? Guys!" Kiara called out.

There was nothing they could do, having to be witnessess to the brawl. Around them, the others were chanting for the two boys to fight.

"Stop! John B!" Kiara called out again, pleading for her friend to stop.

The fight was taken into the water as the boys attacked one another and one boy began to hold the other boys head in the water.

"Topper! Topper, stop! No!" Another girl cried out.

"No!" a boy standing beside Kiara shouted.

Skylar felt helpless as she was frozen by the scene playing out in front of her. The boy then turned to Kiara.

"He's drowning him." he tells her.

"I know." she responded.

"Topper!" the same girl from before shouted.

Then a blond boy intervined and put a gun to the back of Topper's head. Topper froze when he realized what it was.

"Yeah, you know what that is. Your move broski." the boy said.

"Come on. Chill, dude!" someone shouted.

"JJ!" the girl cried out.

"Chill!" the boy that had been standing beside Kiara shouted.

"JJ! Stop!" Kiara shouted.

"JJ! Put the gun down." a female voice said.

"Did you say something, Princess?" JJ asked her, gun still pressed against the back of Topper's head.

"We're good. We're good." Topper tells him, putting his hands up. "Alright? Come on, man!"

JJ shoved Topper down into the water and turned around.

"Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please?" the same girl from before said to Kiara.

When JJ pulled the gun out, Skylar had reached for the back waistband of her jeans as she had her own gun stashed there. Samandriel came up beside her, guarding her.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted pointing the gun into the air and fired two rounds.

"Are you crazy?! You idiot!" a boy shouts at JJ. "Why would you do that?!"

"It's not worth it!" Kiara shouted.

"I was saving his life!" JJ shouted back, shoving the one boy back.

"Stupid! You're gonna jeopardize everything!" the boy shouted.

Skylar took notice of John B. passing out in the ocean. She makes her way over to him and Samandriel follows behind her. He kneels down beside John B. and holds his hand over him before Skylar stops him.

"Don't. You'll expose yourself. These kids don't know anything about what's out there." she whispered to him.

Samandriel nodded his head and put his hand down. Kiara and the two boys came up behind the two of them.

"We're going to take him home," Kiara tells her.

"Let me help you guys." Skylar says.

"No its okay. This is our mess."

"I want to help."

Kiara looked to the two boys with her and they gave her shrugs.

"Okay, you can help."

The five of them picked up John B. out of the water and they brought him to a beat up mini van.

"Place him inside and then we can take it from there." Kiara tells Skylar.

The girl nodded her head and got the van's side door opened before helping the trio get John B. inside. The five of them set him down carefully before Kiara, JJ and the other boy turned to Skylar and her friend.

"Thank you for this. I'm sorry my idiot friends ruined our night." Kiara tells Skylar.

"They didn't ruin the night. It was pretty interesting for my first party." Skylar said.

"Well, I hope we get to see you more often." JJ flirted.

Kiara elbowed him in the side and Skylar laughed.

"You guys are definitely an interesting bunch.

"Sky, we better be getting back." Samandriel tells her.

"I apologize but, my friend has a point. We'll see y'all around." Skylar tells them.

Kiara, JJ and the other boy gave her a nod before giving waves. Skylar and Samandriel gave the trio waves of their own before turning around and heading back to their motel. They returned to their room and Skylar retired for the night.

The next morning, Skylar woke up with a pounding headache and the sunlight shining into the motel room wasn't helping. Samandriel approached her bedside, checking on her wellbeing.

"Ugh, I don't know how Dean drinks all the time. My head is killing me." she groans.

"That's because your brother started drinking when he was around your age and is now an alcoholic. He also drinks every so often during the day and not all at once like you just did last night. Unless he goes to a bar." Samandriel tells her.

"Never again, I feel like shit."

Samandriel places two fingers against Skylar's forehead and his eyes became a blueish-silvery color as his grace ran through the youngest Winchester's body. She let out a sigh of relief as his grace healed her. When he was done, Samandriel took his fingers off her forehead and he looked down at her.

"Mmm...much better. Thank you Samandriel." she tells him.

"You're welcome." he responds.

Skylar then hummed thoughtfully, "I would like to check up on John B. That fight was pretty rough last night and he was nearly drowned."

"That sounds like a good idea." Samandriel agrees.

She nods and then climbs out of bed to get ready for the day. Samandriel stepped out to give her privacy to change. Once she was ready, Skylar joined the angel outside. The two headed out, and Skylar decided they should head to the Wreck first to ask Kiara where John B. lived. The two journied to the place and entered the diner when they arrived. Skylar looked around for Kiara and found her behind the counter.

"Hey Kie, good morning." she greets the girl.

"Oh, hey Skylar. Morning to you as well. What can I do for you?" Kiara wonders.

"I was wondering if you would mind telling me where John B. lives. I just want to check up on him after last night."

"That'd actually be great. Pope and I haven't had the chance to check on him because we both have to work this morning and JJ is most likely still out cold at his home."

Kiara gave Skylar directions to John B's house and the girl gave her farewells before leaving, Samandriel following out behind her. The two of them began the walk to John B's house. When they eventually arrived, they could hear voices inside.

"You're skimmin' above the surface, John B. Now down here is foster car, juvie. Pretty big drop for a smart kid like you. Up here is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. Outer Banks...or foster care on the mainland." a female voice said.

Skylar started patting herself before finding what she was looking for and walked up to John B's house. Samandriel hung back.

"John B? You home?" she asked, knocking on the screen door.

Inside she could see John B. and a police officer, both who turned their heads to see who was there. John B. had a look of confusion on his face and the police officer seemed a little irritated. Skylar opens the screen door and steps into the house.

"Ma'am, is there a problem?" she asks the officer.

"Who are you?" the officer asked instead.

"Agent Wilson with NOV-8," Skylar tells her before pulling out her badge to show the officer.

"NOV-8? Never heard of it and you look a little young to be an agent." the officer said.

"We're an elite international organization of women operatives from all over the world. They keep an eye on exceptionally, intelligent females, like myself, and hire them once they believe they are ready no matter the age." Skylar explained, putting her badge away.

"Now, is there a problem here?" she repeats her question.

"Just questioning John B. here and letting him know that he will have to go into foster care as he isn't old enough to be on his own." the officer tells her.

"I'm sorry but, that can't happen. John B. here is my charge. NOV-8 is an only a female organization but, we send our agents out into the field every now and again to work with our counterparts that we have on radar. John B. happens to be one of those men." Skylar explained.

"I see..." the officer says.

She then turns back to John B. "Are you sure you didn't come across a wreck yesterday?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." John B. answers.

"It's better if you didn't, understand? I'm gonna look the other way, as long as you stay out of the marsh." the officer tells him.

She moves past John B. and Skylar to walk out the door.

"I got dogs livin' better than this, John B. You might wanna think about cleaning up." she remarks before walking out of John B.'s house.

Said boy turns to look at Skylar when the officer was gone.

"Agent Wilson?" he asked in confusion.

"What? Oh, no. My name is Skylar Winchester. That was just an elaborate lie I came up with. It's kinda what I do..." the brunette with blonde highlights explained.

"Wow. That was a really impressive lie. I actually believed you." John B. tells her.

Skylar shrugged, "Like I said, it's kind of what I do. Now, are you alright? I actually came here to check up on you after last night."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm good. Not the first brawl I've gotten into." he says.

She steps closer to him, and carefully raises her hands to place them on his cheeks. John B. allows her to do so and watches her.

"That black eye doesn't look so good." she notes.

"I don't know, I think it makes me look tuff." John B. comments.

"John B! You inside?" a voice called from outside.

Skylar quickly pulled her hands away from John B's face and stepped back from the curly haired boy. The blond boy entered the home, minutes later.

"Oh, hey Skylar. I wasn't expecting to see you here." JJ says.

"Hey JJ," she gives him a smile. "I was just checking up on your friend here after last night."

"It is not the first brawl we've ever gotten into. Pogues vs Kooks is a daily occurance." JJ explains.

"John B. was just telling me." she says.

"Well, I better be getting going." she mentions.

"No!" both boys exclaimed.

"You can stay here, we don't mind." John B. tells her.

"Hey wait a minute, where's your shadow?" JJ wonders.

"My friend Alfie? He's around." she says.

"Oh, alright. Kiara and Pope should be here soon." JJ tells her.

The trio hung around John B's house, the boys getting to know Skylar until Pope and Kiara showed up. Everyone moved outside to hang out on the porch.

"I almost wanted to call this whole thing off. Peterkin told me that she'd help me with DCS if we stayed out of the marsh but then, Skylar here showed up and told such a believable lie that even Peterkin believed her and left me alone." John B. tells the others.

"Woah, how did you pull that off?" JJ wonders.

"It's just something I do. You just need to believe in the lie you're telling and tell it with confidence." Skylar tells him.

"Would you mind demonstrating?" he asks.

The others turned to her, curious and she shrugs.

"Sure, I guess. Umm...my name is Skylar Winchester, I'm a huntress but, not the kind you usually think of. I hunt the monsters that are out there, the monsters you only read about in books. My friend Alfie is actually named Samandriel and he's an angel. I'm also friend's with the king of Hell."

The Pogues shared looks with each other before looking back at her.

"Wow, you're right John B. I actually believed her." JJ says.

"That's a very impressive lie." Pope comments.

"What do you do that requires you to lie elaboratly?" Kiara inquires.

Skylar only gave them a smile, one that told them that she had secrets that she intended to keep hidden.

"John B, listen to me. I have a plan." JJ says, changing the subject.

"You've got the key to Cameron's big boat, right?"

"No," John B tries to dismiss the blond's idea.

"There's scuba gear. We borrow that and go down to the wreck this afternoon, that will save you for certain. You don't see rich kids in foster care." JJ says.

John B looked at his friend blankly before sighing.

"Alright, fine. I'll meet you guys once I've got the equipment." he says.

Everyone parts ways and Skylar reunites with Samandriel and the two of them head down to the beach.

"So, tell me about your new friends." Samandriel says as he walks alongside Skylar.

"They're not my friends, Samandriel. I just saved John B. from being taken into foster care and his friends are grateful."

"But, didn't they just invite you to hang out with them?"

"I mean...I guess."

"Then they'll be your friends soon enough, as long as you give them a chance."

Skylar sighs, "I'll try my best. But it won't be easy. They clearly don't know what's out there."

"Maybe so but, you aren't supposed to be a huntress here. You're supposed to be a normal teen girl."

"Samandriel, I can't just stop being a huntress. It's a part of me. But, you're right. Sam and Dean sent me away so I can try to be normal while they deal with Amara..."

Before Samandriel could say anything more, JJ approached the duo.

"Hey Skylar. John B's got the gear. We're meeting at the dock and I'm here to bring you there."

"Right, okay. Oh, JJ this is my friend Alfie." Skylar introduces the blond to the brunet standing beside her.

"Nice to meet you, man. You coming with?" JJ wonders.

"No, no. I have my own things to do." Samandriel tells him.

"Alright well, you ready?" JJ asks, turning to look at Skylar.

The girl looks at Samandriel, who gave her a subtle nod, before she looked back at JJ.

"Yeah, lead the way."

The duo walk away from the beach, heading in the direction of John B's house.

"So what brings you to the Outer Banks?" JJ wonders.

"Vacation." Skylar answered.

"Ah, so you're a Touron then."

"I uh...I guess so."

"So is it just you and your friend then?"

"Yeah, yeah it is. My brothers...they're busy with some family business and sent me here with my best friend to relax."

"I see. And are the two of you...?"

"What? Oh! No, no. We're just friends, really good friends. And no, to answer your next question, there's no one back home either. It's just me and my brothers. It's been that way since I was eleven."

When the last sentence came out of her mouth, Skylar had a flashback to when her mother had been possessed by a Leviathan who had attempted to kill her before Dean sliced her head clean off with his machete.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. I didn't..."

"It's alright. You didn't know and I've had time to grieve."

An awkward silence fell over the two of them until JJ cleared his throat.

"Um...the dock is right down there. C'mon."

He heads down and Skylar follows after him. The others were there, on the boat, waiting on them. When the duo boarded the HMS Pogue, John B. drove the boat out into the marsh. When they got to where, Skylar assumed the sunken boat was, John B. parked the boat and dropped the anchor while Kie starts to check the oxygen levels of the tanks that John B. had stolen.

"This is empty. You took empty tanks?" she questioned.

"I-" John B. takes a seat beside her.

Kie checks another tank, "Okay, this one's a quarter full. It's enough for one of us."

"Love it when a plan comes together," Pope comments.

"Does anybody know how to dive?" Kie asks.

The boys looks at each other.

"Anybody?"

"It's kind of a Kook sport." JJ says.

"I...read about it." Pope says quietly.

"Great, Pope's read about it. So someone's gonna die." Kie says.

"Look, y-you put the thingie in your mouth and breathe. How hard can it be?" JJ wonders.

"If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets in your bloods and you get the bends." Pope informs him.

"The bends?" JJ asked in confusion. "Like bend over?" he bends forward slightly.

"The bends will kill you." Pope tells him.

"Right." JJ says, pretending he knew that.

"I can...I can dive." John B. pipes up.

"You can dive. I'm cool with that." JJ agrees.

"Since when can you dive?" Kie asks him.

"I'll do it. It's fine." John B. assures her.

"Let me do some calculations real quick." Pope tells him.

He reaches for the pencil and paper on the dashboard of the boat.

"That boat's about 30 feet down."

"Okay," John B said, listening to his friend.

"So, it'll take about 25 minutes at that depth."

"Twenty-five," John B repeats.

“Which means you need to make your safety stop at about...ten feet. All right? For two minutes.” Pope tells him.

“Yeah, yeah. Ten feet, two minutes. Got it.” John B agrees.

Kiara suddenly jumps into the water after taking her shirt off.

“What was that all about?” Pope asks.

“I don’t know but, I liked it. A lot.” JJ answers.

Skylar rolls her eyes, typical teenage boy behavior.

“Uh so...” John B says.

“Yeah. Uh, when you...uh, when you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?” JJ says, handing an odd shaped key to his friend.

“Stick in, twist, pull.” John B repeats.

“Yeah. My dad moved weight back in the day.” JJ says.

John B starts to gear up.

“Hey! I tied my T-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It’s where you need to do your safety stop.” Kie calls out.

“Cool,” John B says.

“Keep an eye on this,” Pope says, pointing at the oxygen meter. “You need to make sure you have enough air to decompress.”

“Okay, how much do I need?” John B asks.

“Unclear. Breathe as little as possible.”

“Zen. Think Zen, you know.” JJ tells him.

“Yeah, got it.”

Kiara climbs back onto the boat.

“Hey, if we get caught in the marsh, we’re basically screwed so...better get a move on.” Pope says.

“Copy that.”

Kie approaches John B and places a kiss on his cheek. He stares at her for a moment, clearly surprised by her action.

“Diver down?”

“Diver down.”

John B pulls the scuba mask over his face before getting into the water. The squad watches as John B swims down. They watch his descend until a siren whoops being them. Pope looks over.

“Shit, JJ.”

JJ turns around, “Guys that’s the police.”

“Oh you gotta be kidding me.”

Skylar looks between the police boat and the spot where John B had gone down before she kicked her shoes off and jumped into the water. JJ, Pope and Kie look over when they heard the splash but, then looked back at the police boat.

“Yep, that’s the police.” JJ comments.

“Just act frickin’ normal.” Kie tells the boys.

As the trio on the boat deal with the officers, Skylar swims down to John B. She notices him searching the boat, so she helps him. He notices her before continuing his search. It wasn’t long until he found the cargo hold. He inserts the key, twist and pulls, removing the lid. Skylar swims closer to him and helps him pull out a backpack that was inside the cargo hold. Then the duo makes their way to the anchor line and start to head back up. They both stop at Kie’s tied T-shirt and when John B looks up, he notices another boat beside his own. So they wait for the boat to leave. Then they see someone’s silhouette just above the water and they’re still waiting. By the time the other boat finally leaves, John B had run out of air.

“He’s definitely out of air.” Pope says.

“And so is Skylar. She jumped in without an oxygen tank and has been down there the whole time.” Kie adds.

Suddenly, both John B and Skylar’s heads break through the surface.

“There they are!” JJ exclaims.

“Oh God! Jesus Christ! Don’t scare us like that!” Pope says.

“How’d it go down there?” JJ wonders.

John B makes an okay sign with his hand before he swims around to the back of the boat, Skylar following behind him. JJ heads to the back of the boat as well.

“Did you find anything?” he asks.

“Did I find anything?” John B repeated before lifting the backpack above the water.

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!” JJ cheered, taking the bag from his friend.

“Y’all okay?” Kie asks.

“Yeah, I ran out of air.” John B answered.

“Doing alright,” Skylar responded.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Kie tells them.

“Yeah, the cops were up here, but uh...took care of ‘em.” Pope tells John B.

John B and Skylar climb up onto the boat.

“My bad,” John B apologizes.

“You’re all good.” Pope tells him.

“Yeah, you kinda missed the show, brother.” JJ says.

Kiara looks over her shoulder, as John B takes off the oxygen tank, and notices something.

“Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o’clock.” she states.

“What?” JJ asked.

Everyone else turns around and looks at the approaching boat.

“Do you recognize that boat?” Pope asks.

“I’ve never seen it.” Kie says. “What are they doing back here? The marsh is closed.”

“Let’s not stick around and find out.” JJ says.

“JJ, get the bowline.” John B tells his friend.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

He moves to the front of the boat and gets to work on pulling up the anchor.

“Should we wait on ‘em?” Pope wonders.

“No, we’re not.” John B tells him.

“Are you joking?” Kie asks.

“Go get the stern. Go!” John B. tells Pope.

“JJ, hurry up.” Kie tells the blond.

Skylar kept her eyes on the boat, an unsettling feeling blooming in her gut.

“Guys, don’t wait for me. Go.” JJ says, still pulling up the anchor.

“Pull out the stern.” Pope says.

JJ moved a bit further back into the boat after the anchor was up. John B. started up the boat and began to drive.

“I don’t like this.” he comments.

“Are they coming for us?” Pope wonders.

“Maybe they’re out fishing.” John B. suggests.

“Go, go, go, go!” JJ says when he notices the boat still heading in their direction.

“Go into the marsh,” Pope directs.

“Let’s go!” Kie says.

“I’m going,” John B. steers the boat into another part of the marsh.

“Act natural. Act natural.” Pope tells the others.

Skylar and Kiara noticed that the mystery boat was following behind them. They share a look before Kiara turns to the boys.

“Hey guys, they’re following us.” she alerts them.

“Oh, this can’t be good.” Pope comments.

“Shit,” John B. mutters under his breath.

“Dude, you gotta go faster.” JJ tells his friend.

“I’m going!”

“Gun it!”

It became a boat chase, John B. attempted to get away from the strangers but, they continued to pursue the Pogues. John B. would turn around a bend and the other boat would turn not too far behind. Skylar’s eyes went wide as she saw one of the guys pick up a rifle and aimed it in their direction. The man missed but, the Pogues ducked down when they heard the gunshot.

“What the...” Pope said.

“Holy shit!” Kiara exclaimed.

“John B, get down.” JJ tells his friend.

John B. does his best to continue to steer the boat while crouched down to avoid being shot at. Another shot goes off and luckily misses the teens again.

“Oh my God, we’re going to die.” Pope cried.

Skylar stands up and pulls out her handgun from out of the back waistband of her jeans. She takes aim before firing a shot back.

“What the-” JJ looks up to see the girl standing upright.

“Keep driving, John B.” Skylar tells the curly haired brunet.

She fires off another shot just as another one goes off from the guy. She takes the hit in her left side.

“Oh my God!” Kie exclaimed.

“What? What is it?” John B. asks, looking over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, keep driving.” Skylar tells him, not faltering as blood poured from her side.

Kie gets up, “Shit! Pope, move.”

She moves past him, heading for the front of the boat. She gathers up a net when another gunshot goes off.

“Get down, Kie!” John B. tells her.

Skylar fires back but, missed, hearing the bullet clang against the hull of the other boat. Kie walked to the back of the boat and tosses the net into the water and everyone watches as the other boat runs straight over the net before coming to a stop as the net most likely got tied in the rudder of the boat. Another gunshot goes off but, the teens made it away safely.

“Oh my God! Whoo!” JJ cheered.

“Whew!” Kie sighed in relief.

Skylar lowers her arm before she stumbles back, which John B. notices.

“Boo-yeah! Pogue God, man!” JJ exclaims.

“Skylar, are you alright?” John B. asks the girl.

She turns around and offers him a reassuring smile before she collapses to the boat floor.

“Oh my God!” Kiara exclaimed.

She makes her way over to the other girl and opens up the girl’s flannel shirt before lifting up the shirt underneath. The first thing she notices is a large scar that ran down from the center of Skylar’s chest to her right hip, she takes note that the scar resembled a claw mark...a very large claw mark. Then she notices the bullet wound on Skylar’s left side.

“She’s been hit and is bleeding out.” Kiara informed the boys.

She places her hands on the girl’s wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. John B. steered the boat back to his dock. When they reached the dock, John B. and JJ tied the boat up before JJ and Pope picked up the unconscious girl and carried her up onto the dock before gently setting her down. Kiara resumed applying pressure to the wound.

“What do we do?” Kie asks.

“I...I don’t know.” John B. stuttered.

“We don’t have what we need to patch her up.” Pope says.

JJ thinks for a moment before getting an idea.

“Alfie? Alfie!” he calls out, hoping that the girl’s friend was nearby by chance.

The Pogues heard a strange noise before turning around, jumping back in surprise at the sudden appearance of Alfie.

“What happened?” he asks.

“We...we were being shot at and she took a hit while defending us.” Kiara explained.

Alfie waks over to Skylar’s unconscious form before crouching beside her. He places a hand over the wound once Kiara moved her hands out of the way. The Pogues watched as some kind of light seemed to emit from Alfie’s hand before watching as the wound heals itself.

“What in the...” Pope mutters.

When the gunshot wound was healed, Alfie moved his hand away from the girl and Skylar woke up moments later.

“Sky! Are you alright?” Kie asks in concern.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright. Not the first time I’ve been shot.” she tells her.

“What just happened?” Pope wonders.

Skylar looks at Samandriel before looking at the Pogues.

“So, what’s in the bag?” she asks, changing the subject.

The Pogues all look at each other before John B. grabs the discarded bag and starts to go through it.

“What do you think it is?” Kiara wonders.

“Gotta be money, right?” John B. says, rifling through the wet bag.

“That or a couple of keys with street value to the low-to-mid-mils!” JJ says cheerily.

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope asks in exasperation.

“Wow, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.” John B. says.

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” Pope tells him.

John B. continues to rifle through the bag before pulling out a smaller bag. He opens it up and pulls out a metal, cylinder canister. Skylar gets up with the help of Samandriel and makes her way over to the others, watching in anticipation. John B. opens the canister and turns it over. Out slides a compass into his hand.

“Oh wow. Yup. That’s about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass.” Pope says.

JJ takes of his hat and Skylar notices John B’s intense gaze on the compass. JJ turns back, looking at his friend.

“Dude, what? It’s not worth anything.” He tells his friend.

“This was my father’s.” John B. shares.

Kie, Pope and JJ all share a look with each other while Skylar looks at Samandriel. Something told her that something big was about to happen with this group and she had a feeling that she was about to be dragged into it with them. This semi-apple pie life of hers was about to get interesting and she planned on looking after her new friends, and try to keep, what just happened, out of the minds of the Pogues.

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years

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Did You Purr?!

- Supernatural & Marvel Bingo, Spnquotebingo

Squares: Wing/Grace Kink and Quote-GoodOmens

Paring: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings?: Fluff, Father Son bonding, Lucifer being fatherly, Wing/Grace Kink, Soulmates(mentioned), me trying to flirt.

A/n: Reader doesn’t live at the bunker all the time[She lives off campus of her collage]. This one-shot is shorter then the others,but respecting the rules of the bingo card there won’t be any nsfw content.

Annoying pain or a itch that couldn't be scratched is how Jack described it. He asked Sam and Dean about it,but they were no help. Planning to ask Cas and he was unavailable. Jack had one final option go to his father to ask him what's wrong with his body.

Lucifer met his son a state over in a retro fashioned dinner. Together they sat in a both a milkshake in front of the young nephilim. "So you said you had a problem with your body?" The archangel said not quite ready for the 'Your going through changes talk'. "Yes. There’s been this unbearable pain in my back that's just been getting worse each time I "'teleport'" as Dean put it." He said as he slipped the cold dairy beverage.

"Oh thank you father!" He said with a sigh as he held his chest. "It's just your wings. When was the last time you groomed them?" Lucifer asked his son. "They need to be groomed?" The boy asked confused. The devil ran a hand down his face that stupid angel that's watching over his son couldn't even teach him basic knowledge. "Yes you need someone to groom them every two weeks."

Jack looked up at his father. "Can you do it?" He asked making the pour fallen angel choke on the air he didn't need to breath. After calming the coughing fit. "No! That's a very intimate thing. Only specialized angels or Soulmates are allowed to do that." He said. "So like Y/n?" The boy said, his father's eyebrows raised and a smirk played on his lips. "Y/n,Y/n Winchester? Is your soulmate?!" He asked with interest. Jack nodded his head his father. "She said she was the only one that could see my wings and Cas told me that we were soulmates." Jack stated. "Well why are you still sitting around here for got to her!" Lucifer said raising his arms. "She's across country on a solo hunt and I don’t think I can fly that far like this." The nephilim said. Lucifer stood up and grabbed his son by the arm dragging him outside. "Hold on tight don’t want to drop you in a random state." With that they were gone only think left was the milkshake and a couple Bill's.

They appeared outside a motel where a F/c '67 Shelby sat outside. The father and son duo walked to the motel room that radiated with her presence. Lucifer rises his sons hand and high fives him patting his shoulder. "Have fun. Heard that Winchester's are quite dominant in the bedroom." The man hummed. Jack turned to ask what he meant,but his father was gone. Knocking on the door it only took a minute for the door to creak open before it was open completely. The youngest Winchester stood in a large flannel that could be a hammy down and short sleep shorts covered by the button up. Her hair was frizzy and her eyes were drowsy,but her body was tense and her hand held on tightly to the demon blade. Y/n relaxed when she realized who was in font of her. "Jack what are you doing here?" She asked as she let him in rubbing her eyes. "And what's wrong with your wings ?!" Her voice held shock as her eyes widened at the sight the normally golden wings were a dark brown,patches of hard leather like skin were exposed and shedding feathers fell all over the floor.

"That's what I wanted to talk about." The young nephilim said as he stood in front of her pain etched on his face. "I need help grooming my wings." Jack said bluntly. The youngest Winchester just starred at him confused before nodding. "Yeah? Yeah. Of course just sit on the bed." She told him as she went to lock the door again. "Do you know how to do this?" Y/n asked as he shook his head with a sigh she went to grab her phone to search up how to groom bird wings. Close enough right? Going around the motel room she got the supplies she needed and sat behind Jack placing the warm water and towel aside. “If it hurts tell me,babe.” She said as she uses the now moist towel to clean the wings as feathers fell on the bed, the grim was thick,but after awhile the now with a dirty bowel of water and washed wings things were looking better. “How you feel?” Y/n asked her boyfriend. “They feel lighter,but still a bit heavy.” Jack said shacking his wings out.

Reaching forward she ran her hand through a patch of large wings causing him to stiffen and the once slicked wings to fluff out. Combing her fingers the lose and decaying dirt brown feathers fell out and Y/n went to the base in in between his shoulder blades and she froze when a unexpected sound came out of Jack that shocked them both.”D-did you just purr?” She asked confused and blushing. He didn’t respond as his flushed face looked straight ahead. Not slowing down her movement she continued as her angel purred silently trying to stiffly it as much as possible. Y/n was finished within half a hour,but Jack didn’t seem to notice as she got of the bed and started to clean up. “Jack?” She said snapping her fingers pulling him from his sleepy daze. “All done,sweetheart.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist his face resting in the crook of her neck. “Guess Ill get out of your hair and let you finish the hunt.” He said as he was about to fly off when she held onto his forearm stopping him in his tracks.

“I’m actually almost wrapped up with this hunt and I’ll be heading back to my apartment. So after I’m done here you can stay at my place, if you like.” She with a smile leading him to the door. He stepped over the threshold as she kissed him goodbye leaning to his ear to whisper something. “By the way...I like it when you purred might have to find out what other sounds you can make.” With a signature Winchester smirk she closed the door leaving the poor nephilim shell shock and a blushing mess. Turning around he saw his father standing there with a cheesy grin as he gave his son a thumbs up. “Sounds like a date?” He teased his son as they both left the dingy motel with out a trace.

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stimmypaw · 3 years

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MLP x WC crossover (????)

Hi! I decided to come here and share some concepts I've been playing with in my brain

When I was a kid I loved the idea of a MLP and Warrior Cats crossover, both being important parts of my childhood, never went too far with it though! These days I've been thinking about how it could go however, and I think I had some interesting ideas I'd like to share, on read more there's some sketches too ehhehe (just sketches though!)

Ok to avoid going too much into negative stereotypes I think its a good call to make them a tad more like farmers, they don't farm much other than what they need (they still hunt and eat meat) and in general oppose the princesses, their ruling, the cozy pony life and capitalism. I suppose they would be also a bit more similar to mafias maybe but uh without any money. Unsure what they'd call non-clan ponies, city-slickers? Boot-lickers? Monarch-pets? I don't know!

They all believe firmly in Starclan, who here, are responsible for making leaders into Alicorns. They have 9 lives too I think? I want the ceremony where the dead ponies come and give gifts to the leader to still be a thing, but in general you come out of there an alicorn! Only leaders are alicorns.

They also believe Cutie Marks are granted by Starclan (if they are or not idk hah) to an apprentice when they're ready to be a warrior! Apprentices who achieve a cutie mark too early in training are expected to pass a few tests first, and rarely a pony won't get their cutie mark but when that happens they will discuss with their mentor and leader about the possibility of not being a warrior, ponies sometimes will leave the clans searching for their destiny or start training as medicine cats or nursery keepers, stuff like that. Of course they're not called queens hagshaha they hate the monarchy!

Other changed terminology is that instead of -kit and -paw apprentices and kits are called -filly and -hoof. Also every cat with the -fur suffix now has the mane suffix, -claw isn't a very common suffix either, common options are -horn, -shoe, along with stuff the ponies live with that the cats don't like fruits, grains, metals and the like! Ah and the names can be together or separate doesn't matter.

To species, unsure on that either it makes sense for the Riverclan ponies to be mostly Sea Ponies as expected but I don't know about the other clans as much. I haven't watched the show in years knowing more about it would probably help this crossover a lot! So far I've sketched mostly riverclan cats and added wings to a few with names that seemed fitting, they're just sketches though

BUT I do know one thing

Bloodclan is located in the Canterlot(?) corners no one dares look. Is there a sewage system?? I'd put them there maybe. They wear metallic spiked hoof shoes and uh horse gear in general and backpacks but emo and spiked and full of weapons. Fake horns or horn add ons to make them dangerous, same to wings. Scourge replaced his feathers with knives.

Ah and they all have fangs, it's one of their definitive traits as warriors, Firestar grew fangs.

Okay that's the infodump, below is some sketches, do feel free to send me messages about this specially if you know more about My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic than I do.

Duo

Fire Heart 💕💖

Idk if its Blue Star or Bluestar, or Yellowfang or Yellow Fang

Unsure about these designs I am Trying

Squirrel Flight!

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m-austinbooks · 4 years

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Dear @midqueenally, Merry Christmas from your Secret Santa! When I was reading through the list of AUs you liked, I saw “superhero” and went “ahhhh”. So here you go, a Modern Westeros!AU where Jonerys are a badass superhero duo and Christmas inexplicably exists. I also wrote a little <2000 word drabble, which is kind of fluffy but with dark undertones(???). I hope you enjoy!

The Dragon Queen and The White Wolf

Daenerys had become a nocturnal creature. The night was where her enemies lived, darting into the shadows at the sound of her wingbeats. It was where Jon was strongest, stalking those enemies through Flea Bottom alleyways and catching them in his claws. It was when their baby son found his voice, wailing loud enough to raise those who still existed in the day.

The night before Christmas offered no break to that pattern. She and Jon curled up together on their favourite window-seat, watching the skies instead of the festive lights, leather and lycra peeping darkly from beneath their warm wools. It was hard not to watch her husband too, admire how the moonlight played over his handsome face. It scattered like a thousand stars in his night-black curls and turned his skin to scarred marble. His dark eyes flickered away from the glass when their son began to cry, and they rose together, smiling, sighing, fingers entwining as they crossed the room and looked into Aemon’s cot.

‘Aye, aye, we hear you, pup,’ Jon murmured, the low rasp of his voice settling deep in Daenerys’s stomach. He scooped their boy up, arms that could rend limbs from torsos cradling Aemon so gently. ‘Hush, little one.’

‘Like father, like son it seems,’ she teased, ‘howling at the moon.’

Only when Aemon’s crying had faded to sparse whimpers did her husband reply. ‘What’s this, Dany?’

‘That’s what you wolves do, isn’t it? Howl at the moon, hunt in the snow, sniff each other’s … hindquarters.’

Jon snorted where once he would have bristled, ‘Only at family reunions.’

Dany chuckled, rooting around in the cot for something for Aemon to chew. He was teething, and the canines that were coming through were already sharp as a Stark’s. The grip on the lion teething toy she gave him was supernaturally strong. Despite inheriting the star-bright hair of the Targaryens, Dany’s blue-green eyes, the wolfblood was strongest in him.

Jon seemed to map the path of her thoughts. ‘He’s a dragon too.’

‘In name only.’

For the other great superhero families, Stark and Tully, Lannister and Tyrell, power was a shared bond, but the blood of the dragon was something to bear alone, only kindling in the womb of a Targaryen mother after the previous Dragon died. It had been a lonely path to master her flames, her flight, poring over her long-dead brother Rhaegar’s notes for clues on how to control her gifts. But Rhaegar had died young with his observations incomplete, awaiting a revision that never came.

‘It’s not just about the powers,’ Jon insisted. ‘Otherwise, what would I be?’

Dany was feeling stubborn tonight. ‘Still a Stark. You have the wolfblood.’

Raising his eyebrows, Jon summoned a perfect sphere of ice and balanced it on the tip of his finger. He rarely acknowledged it, this strange twist to his Stark heritage: an unknown mother and ice powers.

Aemon gurgled in delight, grabbing at sphere with his tiny fingers. It was too cold for him, and he cried out when the shock of it went through his arm.

‘Yes, shiny, but cold bad.’ Jon passed the baby to Dany, whose skin was always warm.

‘I suppose he prefers the heat,’ she allowed, watching Aemon curl into her with a cheek-aching smile.

‘So do I,’ Jon’s low rumble was behind her, then tucked into her neck. Wrapping his arms around his family, he kissed up her face, paying special attention to the black scales that emerged at her temples whenever she stoked her inner fire. ‘How couldn’t I?’

Dany sagged back into him, admitting to herself that she preferred how fresh and cool he always felt. ‘You know, it seems pretty quiet out tonight. After we put Aemon back to sleep, we could…’ She reached back and slid a meaningful hand down her husband’s thigh.

‘Aye, we definitely could…’

The warning blare of their phone cut him off immediately, not the normal handset she kept for social calls and dentist appointments, but the one with their police liaison waiting on the other end, ready to disclose which of Dany’s enemies had scuttled out of the shadows this time.

‘Of course,’ she said, kissing Aemon on the top of his curly head before lowering him back into his cot.

‘Bet it’s the Hero Flayer.’ Jon shrugged out of his jumper, slipped out of his jeans. ‘Only he would be enough of an arse to start something on Christmas Eve.’

‘Don’t validate that stupid name.’

‘What should I call him then? Pinkie? Creeper? Git we should have pegged as a murderous psychopath from the first day of Hero School?’

‘The last one,’ Dany murmured as she picked up their work phone. Jon searched the room for his personal mobile, and an eyeful of the back of him in his skintight super-suit made her miss Missandei’s first words.

‘Sorry, Missie. Dragon Queen is ready to go. White Wolf is also on standby. How can we help?’

Missandei’s voice was oddly terse. ‘We have a hostage situation at the Wall.’

‘The Wall? That’s Stark territory, and very far for us here.’

‘The Starks are there, but the situation requires Team Winged Wolf’s specific talents.’

‘Who is it? The Mountain. Crow’s Eye? … Hero Flayer?’

‘Someone new, unlike anyone we’ve ever seen before. He can summon blizzards wherever he goes. And there's something else, though this has been harder to verify. Something about … corpses … reanimating.’

‘Corpses?’ She tried to match Missie’s sober tone and imagine an opponent formidable enough to summon her so many leagues north. But all vague thoughts of danger dissipated in this warm room, where her family was safe and Jon played with his son’s feet as he made his own phone call.

‘It sounds … fantastical, but there are hundreds of eyewitnesses and almost as many casualties. The number is growing. Dragon Queen, the Starks – in their full capacity as wardens in the North – have declared a state of emergency. They need your flames. Please, hurry.’

‘Understood, we’re on our way.’ She set the phone down with a heavy click.

Jon approached, reclaiming her attention. ‘Gilly answered. She promised to drag Sam up to our floor in a couple of minutes.’ The look on her face was enough to make him pause. ‘How bad is it?’ he asked.

‘Trouble at the Wall, we need to be quick.’

‘The Wall?’

‘I’ll tell you on the way.’

They donned the rest of their armour with practised efficiency: gloves, boots, masks and, in Dany’s case, a rich, red cape. Sam and Gilly arrived quickly, still in their pyjamas, their own little boy sleeping in his mother’s arms. And knowing that their son was watched, they took the stairs up to the roof.

On the rooftop, despite the tapestry of Christmas lights unfurling far into the distance, she noticed the dark most, the dark and the bitter cold. The idea of undead creatures held a little more power out here.

‘And so do I,’ she reminded herself, letting her flames spread within her, then without. Jon sighed beside her, drawing closer to her heat despite his indifference to the cold. ‘My love, we’re about to face something a little different today. Something in the North is waking the dead. Your family are fighting, but they need us.’

There was no doubt from him, no smirking scepticism. He just stared at her with those dark, wolf-wild eyes and nodded, ice collecting in his palms. ‘All right, let’s go,’ he said.

Dany was and would always be the only dragon in her lifetime. She had grappled with her gifts on her own, spent long, lonely years fighting to suppress them before she could even bring herself to accept, explore and master them. But she had found her match in Jon, the man who never flinched from her flames. The man who could follow her off the edge of rooftops, skating through the sky beside her on rivers of ice. The man who stood with her when Goldcloak searchlights stamped dragons and direwolves across the blackening sky, mask on, claws out, as hungry for the blood of his enemies as she was. And when the fight was over, he was the man who could melt into her arms without hesitation, who would hold the little dragon-wolf they had made together with the gentlest hands. With Jon at her side, she could do anything.

The last of her fear slipped away.

The Wall glimmered on the horizon long before they reached it, and the dark, formless mass that churned beneath it, she saw that too. Her rage burned hot. How many lives had already been stolen tonight? How quickly could she end these enslavers of the dead? Could she defeat them all in one night?

As they sped closer, she took a deep breath, running through the plans she and Jon had tossed between them on the flight over, picking the ones that best fit the situation sprawling beneath them. Jon called out to her, catching his siblings roving along the top of the Wall. It was nowhere as tall as it was once claimed to be in hyperbolic, semi-historical textbooks, but it was a great vantage point to slash at the undead citizens that climbed up to kill them. Unfortunately, they were not alone up there. Strange, tall creatures encrusted in ice stalked them along the Wall, taking their time, waiting for the Starks to tire themselves out. 'They’re like the White Walkers of old,’ Jon whispered. ‘I heard stories about them as a child. I thought they were just stories.’

‘Let’s see what fire does to them,’ she said.

‘Give them all the seven hells,’ Jon growled.

She dove towards her goodbrothers and sisters like a silent spear. Jon’s family were giving the Others a wide berth, but an uncontrolled strike could still hit them, burn them, kill them. Still Jon had sent her off with nothing more than a vicious smile, his trust absolute. The knowledge gave her power, precision and just a little spark of joy, despite the bleakness off the night.

‘Dracarys!’ she hissed, and the frozen world before her bloomed with fire.

#jonerys secret santa 2019 #midqueenally #game of thrones #game of thrones fanart #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #jonerys #show jonerys #daenerys being the hero she is #jon is too short oops #boatie #myart #mywriting #Daenerys POV #jon is just a stark here #mild jon thirst #... merry christmas #.😂#not beta read

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zenithlux · 4 years

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Cadence Update - 28

Catch up on the full story here!

Now and again we try To just stay alive Maybe we’ll turn it all around ‘Cause it’s not too late It’s never too late

Never Too Late - Three Days Grace

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Over the next few days, things fell into something akin to a schedule. Nero and Nico would arrive in the morning before Dante had even rolled out of bed. Then, Nero would carry Roxy to the backseat of the van, give her the blade Kuro had blessed, and wait for Vergil to hop in after. It had only taken a day for the devil-hunting duo to lapse back into what Vergil assumed was normality. Nero and Nico fought more with each other than they did demons, but Vergil could sense a certain underneath all the arguing. When they did encounter any demons, Nero would let Vergil out and the two would fight them off together.

There was just one, glaring problem: Vergil couldn’t kill anything on his own.

He had been worried something like this might happen. It didn’t matter how strong he was on his own; he was still a familiar. And, for reasons he still hadn’t figured out, familiars couldn’t kill other demons. Every time he tried, he failed miserably. His most vicious attacks would do nothing, leaving Nero to kill them himself. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the demonic energy always shot straight at Nero, no matter how much damage Vergil had done. Nero had apologized, but they hadn’t figured out how to fix it. And the less energy Vergil had, the more pain Roxy was in. Every day put Vergil further from figuring out how to fix her paralysis, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Nico had tried to solve it. Nero had used their blade instead of Yamato, but it didn’t do anything. Nico had offered to drag Roxy out, but she could barely raise her arms, much less stab a demon. She’d been too weak to summon Aki, much less hand him off to anyone else, so that was out. Vergil tried everything he could think of. He’d dragged a few demonic bodies back to the van, but both had spurred back to life before they reached her. Nero had done the same, even holding her hand to kill them, but the energy still flocked to him. Vergil had even slipped back into his corporeal form to try and direct more energy at her. But nothing happened, and he had a sinking feeling that nothing ever would.

How had Kuro managed this? Aki mentioned that it had taken the dragon a few years to even manifest himself, much less reveal his existence to her. Another lie that, unfortunately, Roxy hadn’t been aware of. Vergil had learned through her thoughts that Kuro had revealed himself to her as some kind of passing demon with interest. She hadn’t had a clue that he’d already existed within her and had just waited until he could show himself to let her in on it. But no matter how much Vergil cared for her, they didn’t have years. They all knew that Mundus would be back. The former (or current?) Demon King would find his way out in due time. And if Roxy was this week, both her and Vergil would be dead in a heartbeat.

Or enslaved, the thought of which was much, much worse than a quick death.

After four days of no luck, Vergil could tell that even Nero was getting upset. “How long do you think this will take?” He said even though his present company had no hope of answering him. “I can’t stay away from Fortuna forever, even with Dante’s constant visits.” He sighed, rubbing his fingers aggressively through his hair. Vergil didn’t blame his son for being so close to a breaking point. Vergil himself felt positively miserable, as his only contribution to the last few days had been almost-demon-kills and long, fitful naps beside his summoner.

He could feel Roxy’s frustration as strongly as his own, even though she was rarely lucid enough to express it.

Nero stabbed through another demon, wincing as the energy swarmed him. “Sorry, Pops. I’m not doing it on purpose.” Vergil shrugged, prowling around Nero impatiently, before pouncing on another demon, biting its neck for good measure. It didn’t bleed out - of course not - and Nero shot it without about as much gusto as a snail. “Is she close to standing at least? Surely she’s getting stronger.”

Vergil sighed, but it came out as nothing more than a huff. ‘No’, was the easy answer, as ‘I don’t know’ made him uncomfortable. Luckily, he didn’t have to say anything as Nero plopped himself on the ground, spinning Blue Rose in his hand. Vergil sat beside him, glancing at the van behind them. Nico was missing from the front seat, probably checking on Roxy. She was fine if a bit tired. Vergil could feel her in the back of his mind no matter how far away he got. She was mildly more awake today - thankfully, as she’d been in and out of sleep for a few days now - but her back still hadn’t healed. Vergil could still see the strings connecting them; small, fragile things that still didn’t show any signs of improvement.

Finally, Vergil sighed and tapped the ground. Nero glanced at him, and he drew a circle in the dirt with a claw, before drawing a line through it. Nero snorted, but Blue Rose stopped spinning. “I can’t stay here much longer.” Vergil drew a question mark and Nero sighed. “Nico will stay behind to help, but Kyrie needs me.” Vergil nodded, even though his heart sunk at the thought. Nico could only do so much. He hoped that Roxy would at least be walking before Nero left, but it wasn’t fair of him to expect that.

So, he drew a single word in the dirt, “Go.”

Nero nodded. “Don’t worry, pops. It’ll all work out.”

A rumble pulsed around them. Vergil’s ears flattened on his head as he searched for the source. A quiet dream laugh echoed from beneath him. He slammed his head into Nero’s side. The younger hunter swore as he rolled to his feet and darted to the side, giving Vergil just enough time to leap out of the way. A massive demon burst through the ground, sending chunks of concrete in all directions. Vergil’s gaze jerked to the van, but he was forced to dodge away as a giant fist slammed down where he’d been standing. “Wonderful,” Nero said as he propped Red Queen on his shoulder. “I swore I killed you months ago.”

Vergil had never seen this creature before. It towered over them with lava swirling through its rocky body. Two, massive horns curled off the top of its head, but Vergil’s attention was drawn to the massive, shark-toothed mouth in place of its stomach. “Human!” The creature roared. “You were the one who fought my brother?”

“Guess so,” Nero said. “And he was just as ugly as you.”

Vergil wanted to roll his eyes, but his gaze kept shifting to the van. They needed to pull the beast away before it crushed the helpless women inside. But Nero wasn’t moving, and the last thing Vergil wanted was to draw attention to them. The creature roared again before his stomach snapped open. A ball of fire shot at Nero, but he simply hopped out of the way before Vergil could react. Nero clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “And now I’ll just have to take care of you too.” He slammed Red Queen into the ground, revving it with a wink. That time, Vergil did roll his eyes; Nero was acting far too much like Dante for his liking.

The creature roared again. Another fireball shot at Nero. Vergil backed away, glancing at the van again. Nico was in the front seat now but had yet to move. But with a building at her back and the demon in front of her, Vergil knew she wouldn’t have a chance. He considered going back to the van himself. There wasn’t exactly much he could do to the monster.

Unless.

He closed his eyes as Nero continued to run the Goliath around. Vergil wasn’t sure why he and Dante spent so much time playing with their prey, but it didn’t matter. Instead, Vergil focused on his memories of Shadow. The way her body moved and twisted in whatever way she wanted. She could have fought a creature of this size, and he couldn’t rely on Nero any longer.

My tail…

His eyes snapped open. Of course. He’d spent hours working on summoning his demon tail. Surely that could use that now. And as Nero continued fighting, Vergil focused on his tail. After a few moments of nothing, it snaked out around him, sharpening in a form similar to his demon tail. More tendrils seeped off his body in response, and he was satisfied when he found he could recall them at will. Perfect. As Nero slashed across the demon’s chest, Vergil leaped forward, slamming his tail into its leg. The creature howled, surprised as he swung at Vergil. But Vergil sunk into the ground surprised to find that it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. He slipped back out on the other side, stabbing his tail into the opposite leg. The demon swung to the side and his stomach-mouth widened. But as the fireball launched, Nero appeared and knocked it back into him.

“Not bad,” Nero said. “But you need a lot more practice.” Vergil glared at him, but Nero’s wings appeared and the man was gone, launching into the air. Nero kicked the Goliath in the head, leaping off of it with a whoop of delight. The monster stumbled. Tendrils shot from Vergil’s tail, wrapping around the creature’s legs. He yanked back as hard as he could. Goliath went down in a heap. Vergil backed away, snarling as Nero moved to take its head off. “You ugly piece of…”

“Wait!” Nico said.

Nero froze, Red Queen inches from the beast’s neck. Alarm swept through Vergil as he realized that Roxy was standing, arm over Nico’s shoulder. The frozen blade was in her other hand as they limped toward them. “What are you…?” Nero’s voice trailed off as Roxy shakily extricated herself from Nico’s arms and stumbled slowly forward. Vergil moved to her side, uncertain what he could do if she fell. And while the pain was obvious between them - Vergil could feel it in his own back - her determination was as strong in her eyes as it was in her heart. The strings between them pulsed with energy, though it was far less than Vergil wanted. She unsheathed the blade as she approached the dying demon. Its eyes rolled up toward her.

“You,” It whispered. “My master wants you.”

“Well,” She said, out of breath as she dropped the sheathe. “He can’t have me.”

Then, with both hands on the hilt, she stabbed the creature straight through the eye. Blood pooled at her feet as it screamed; a shrill, terrible sounding thing. Then everything went ominously silent. His body vanished, leaving behind trails of red orbs and demonic essence. It all cascaded into Roxy, nearly overwhelming her. Vergil moved first, leaping to her as she clumsily dropped to her knees. He propped his body against her back as the sword fell from her hand. She took a deep breath as her head fell back toward the sky. “There,” She said quietly. “I did it.”

Then she slumped forward, her eyes closed, and she said nothing more.

#zenni-writes #cadence #update #vergil #nero #nico #vergilxoc #vergilxroxy #I'm glad the fight scenes aren't as long as Blazing Tempest #;_;

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