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SUBMAS MASTERPOST
Hello, my name is Crit (he/them.) Welcome to my SUBMAS art blog, @critterbitter! It is sfw, but please take care if you are a minor, as I’m Old. Thanks! To reach my main blog, please direct your attention to @proxycrit .
This is a masterpost of all the art and comics I’ve done for the funny train men so far. Feel free to browse and definitely feel free to comment!
(Here’s my kofi as well! If you wish to tip.)
All work can also be found under #myart.
Comics/Art List:
A SUBMAS spotify playlist-- Post Hisui Muppet Council
Emmet and eelektross— you and your dog get sent to feudal japan
Ingo and lady sneasler— you weigh like a bag of grapes
Emmet, meet volo
tynamo and emmet’s first meeting (they become friends instantly)
Litwick and ingo’s first meeting (they become enemies immediately)
Aftermath of training
The starters perform care on full grown men
Committing war crimes on both eel and man
Submas kids— the Snack that smiles back, litwick edition
Box shenanigans (caricatures of the children)
Emmet and litwick come to a deal
The difference in starter relationships boggles the mind
Good morning, litwick (good night, lady sneasler.)
Ingo fights his inner envy demons with the communication stick
Coat flapping
You are Beloved, Lampent. That’s all. 
A jackie at gear station
Tynamo evolution blues (this is funny)
The imposter syndrome sets in (it is no longer funny)
Library blues (elesa should be paid for carrying books)
Sassy night light
Happy eel dog
The joyful ordeal of evolution
Eelektrik boa (a gold standard!)
Lampent discovers discourse. This becomes everybody's problem.
Nimbasa trio walk and talk
Couch party (it's poll time!)
SUBMAS AU: Conventional Starters
Lampent is an umbrella, if you squint
Happy Holidays!
Eel-esa outfit (cause, you know, she dresses like an eel. Get it? Get it?)
Scheming
Master of manipulation.
They left Lampent in a Deino's Parking Lot
"These are our Exoskeletons, Elesa."
Chance meeting
Forbidden Lore Unlocked
Introducing Elesa, the New Kid from Sinnoh
Elesa and Blitzle
Outside the crowd
Volume Control
COLLAB: Forgiveness is Electric
Volume Control (Reprise)
Food Exchange
Electric starters
Homesick
Metaphorical and Literal Rat Children
Trouble starters
Snapshots: Route 3
Snapshots: Castelia City
Snapshots: Virbank Complex
Snapshots: Desert Resort
Snapshots: Route 8
Snapshots: Nimbasa City
Snapshots: Celestial Tower
Snapshots: Pinwheel Forest
Snapshots: Route 18
Snapshots: Anville Town
Snapshots: Undella Bay
Snapshots: Flocessy Ranch
Snapshots: Route 10
Snapshots: Driftveil City
Snapshots: Twist Mountain
Snapshots: Relic Passage
Snapshots: Route 6
Snapshots: Opelucid City
Snapshots: Chargestone Cave
Snapshots: Dream Yard
Snapshots: Route 1
Snapshots: Striaton City
Snapshots: Black City
WORLD BUILDING
Giratina and Arceus
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kizoken · 3 months
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‧₊˚𖤐˚ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁.ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀   ˚‧⁺・ ˖ ·CULT LEADER!GETO x FEM!READER x SUKUNA
SYN0PS1S : ❛the head of the cult has prepared to sacrifice his sweet and devoted follower to the ancient fiend they worship, though it might not be the type of sacrifice one thinks of at first.❜
W0RD C0UNT: 4k
C0NTENT WARN1NG : 18+ C0NTENT, smut, cults, rituals, light geto x reader, afab!reader, dry humping, hand job, true form sukuna, some plot, impact play, monster fucking, light choking, mind break, dumbification, degradation, corruption kink, double penetration, manipulation, implied breeding kink, oral (f → m),
AUTH0RZ N0TEZ ; now this is a lil embarrassing fjvdfsc but anyways here it is, but rahhhhhhhhhh i finishedddddd, anyways, happy belated samhain everyone!!! plus ty vegas bae for beta reading some and giving me motivation, blessings 2 u 🙌🏻😽
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Your attention fixated on detangling and smoothing your community sister's hair with the fine boar bristles of the wooden hairbrush, complimented by the dim yellow light emanating from the ceiling in your room. 
She would always find herself at the end of the day on the small stool near your rustic vanity table. She worked and played rough throughout the hours of the day. Never truly caring about how her appearance would look in the end. 
Or maybe she did this on purpose in hopes of staying in a cozy room for as long as allowed. You do not blame her, though. You were the only person aside from the leaders to have her own room. And being the closest friend of the communities favored had its delights. 
“Junko, would you like to sleep with me tonight?” You enquired, leaving the hairbrush on the table as you began to tangle her hair into a braid. The girl stopped fiddling with her dress as she heard your words. 
“R-Really?!” Her tone was eager, and a faint squeal slipped from her. “Big sister, you’re not playing with me— are you?”
Your hands begrudgingly abandon Junko's half-done hair as she snapped her head to face you, a dreamy grin expanding along her soft face. She observed as your calm expression turned into a stern one, as you did not want to redo the braid. Upon this, she faced back and conceded to let you finish her hair.
"I know how crammed the quarters are becoming. You're my favorite person, and I want you to be free from the stuffiness sometimes." You contemplated keeping Junko as an occasional 'roommate', it was unfair to have an exclusive room. But the master always interjected when you requested for everybody in the circle to have more space.
'Sharing space is fundamental for our community belief, y/n! Us leaders have our own rooms for paperwork reasons as well as communing with higher spirits. We do it for the community, always. And you, you will help us achieve contact with our upper lord— of course, you need space to collect your thoughts and energy.' Is what master Geto said in your ear in one of your recurrent visits to his quarters.
"Thank you, sis," the girl's words cut through your trance whilst you recalled the recent memory. "And thank you for finishing up my hair!" 
Junko's final sentence before bolting to the futon made you realize you finished her braid while thinking of the master. "You're welcome, don't wait up for me, rest up." 
Your train of thought rounded once more to the leader of your community; he had not called for you at all throughout the day. Master Geto usually took at least an hour out of his busy schedule to have lunch or tea with you. 
The sudden change in routine patterns was inconceivable, as he was the first one to push and be adamant on these frequent visits to be carried out. No matter what. 
Truth be told; you longed for his company, his silk-wrapped words of praise to you, his delicate touch. It was wrong to devote yourself not only to the lord above but to his high priest. The hierarchy was renowned and respected. He calls upon you, not you on him. You do not— ever visit him unless urgent, only when he calls. 
You began to blend some hydrating cream around your face, ready to settle down next to your friend and sleep away the night. Then, a sudden knock to your door attained your attention. You let them in to state the matter at hand. 
"Master Geto wishes to see you, Lady y/n." said one of the master's right-hand men once he stepped in for a moment. 
"I'll be right there, thank you."
Your fingers dabbed quickly to spread the cream all around your face, careful not to miss a single spot. "I'll be back." You announced at the doorway right before hustling through the hallway straight to Geto's room. 
Every wrinkle and crease on your dress was attempted to be smoothened by your hands once you were in front of Geto's door. After adjusting your hair, a little, you placed a soft knock on the wooden door, followed by an invitation from the man to come inside.
"You wished to see me master?" 
"Well of course, I missed your gorgeous face!"
His words like nectar provoked your heart to race and for your eyes to avoid his gaze to the side then to the floor. “Come closer and sit, pretty.”
Obeying his command you stepped further into the dim-lighted room, each step soft and delicate so as to not bother the leader in any way— he worked very hard after all and might be exhausted after a long day of work. You then settled yourself in front of the short wooden table with fragrant, fresh cup of tea neatly placed next to his. 
The placing of the cup dawned confusion on you, you looked up to your master, ready to relay your question onto him. His wide stare halted you from doing so, penetrating iris’s locking down on your frame. His expression became one of serenity; a smile creeping on him, though you could see his tension on his body. 
“Did you not hear me?” His low voice with feigned gentleness drove shivers down your spine and your heart to stop pumping blood for a second.
“Sit.”
Your surfacing smile pacified the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Of course,” You stood up to approach him and settled down in between his legs. “Forgive me sir…I should have been more empathic… you must be tired.”
His muscular arms wrapped around you, squeezing your body, commanding you to stay put. 
"Indeed I am." Geto breathes those words into your ear low. To you, he was a snake, something to tread around with ease and care so as to not agitate such predator. And to him you were a little mouse, one that he could eat whole, a most refined delicacy to his species. However, Geto tended to, cared and spoiled you to the best of his capabilities— of which were substantially abundant. And it was hard to remove your attachments towards this man, he had marked every inch of your soul since you arrived at the commune. 
His beautiful face found shelter in the crook of your neck, he laid there and took in your floral aroma. But this was no different than any other previous encounters. Your presence was gratifying enough for Geto, though he coveted something rather more carnal. 
There was no surprise as his hands began to wander around your inner thighs and his kisses embedded themselves on your neck. His touch was synonymous to the ecstasy a drug can give you, and like a fool, you have become addicted to such caresses. His fingers sneak to uplift your dress and play around your white panties.
Your hips began to circle around his lap, allowing your ass to grind on his growing erection. 
Geto venerated how your clothed pussy lips welcomed him with such feverish touches. And that’s as far as he may allow himself to go, delving in the pleasure of your unyielding purity. One in which he did not pride himself to steal but effervescently teased to take in these alone times with you. 
“Master,” you exhaled, grinding harder on him. “More, I want to feel you more…touch me here…”
“Such greediness will lead you to sin; one that will ruin you.” His words did not attest to his actions. From your hips, his slender fingers approached your clothed cunt, looming his touch round your aching clit. 
“I desire to be ruined by your hands…” you squeal and reach towards his face to caress his face. “No…you could not— ever ruin me. You’re a heaven-sent miracle of a man; you would bless me rather than ruin me.”
You intertwined your hand at the back of his, halting him from any further stimuli. “Touch me, however you like, master.” 
“Only if you touch me however you want, my dear.”
Your mouth crept upwards, you moved to straddle his right thigh and place your palm on the tent of his robe. 
Not long after, you were pumping on his pulsating cock with your hands as you rubbed your dampening pussy on his thigh. His rough hands clasped around the fat of your ass and his lips locked onto yours, delighting himself by the way your plump lips clung to his.
Your thumb teased around his tip, rubbing and then tracing the veins that adorned his shaft. Geto’s body melted by your touch, shuddering and holding onto you rougher as he felt the rush catching up to him. In these moments he fantasized on the way that your velvet walls would squeeze on him, take him and memorize his shape. He assumed you were untouched, so he imagined more than once taking your purity for himself.
You plunged yourself in the buzz of pretending to ride him, you were on your own illusion of him. Your cunt clenched at the thought of his girthy dick stretching you to his liking, on the way his tip would abuse your cervix and maybe, just maybe fill you up with his cum until your thighs were stained with white trails of cum by how full your womb was, it could no longer hold his seed inside.
Those naughty— no, horrendously nasty thoughts, procured your orgasms to leave you both in a mess and shaking. Hot breaths conversed on each other's lips and moans began to cease on their volumes until your controlled breaths and eye contact remained.
“Clean yourself on me, angel.” You looked down to see your hands covered in his thick orgasm, you nodded and began to wipe your hands onto his cotton vestment. 
“Won't it ruin it?” you whispered, as you also took a glimpse of the damp stain on his robe. 
“I have more to spare,” Geto exposed his upper body, revealing his toned physique. “Come lay on me and finish your tea.”
Obeying his words as holy gospel, you found yourself once more in between his legs and taking a sip of your now cold tea.
This wouldn't be the last encounter you would have with the cult master. There were plenty more after that leading to your ‘ascendance’ and contacting the one true god. Geto’s touches became more ravenous, his fingers clung to your flesh as if he wished to melt himself to you. His words began to increase in somberness, his voice still charming and enthusiastic though as time passed the hype in his voice became performative and forced to carry. 
Even now as he left you all alone in the abandoned shrine and exhausted after performing the calling. He left you with one last gaze, his hand traveling around the frame of your face with his fingertips. 
It felt like a last goodbye. And it was. To him, at least. To you it was a mere oracle or channeling session, one that it was heavily assured that you would come out alive from. There was nothing to worry about. 
Keeping a positive mentality, you ventured further inside the old walls of the shrine to where Geto had told you. Never once startled, not even by the ominous setting you walked through. 
There was something in the air, in its mood that mustered you to halt in your tracks. The atmosphere became heavy, you could feel it press against your shoulders and forehead. In what seemed to be a parlor that led to multiple traditional doors, something led you to a particular one. 
Now you’ve become skeptical, the pressure never ceased to keep on squeezing down as you approached such compelling energy. Though you persevered until you fell onto your knees. You performed a bow, he was there, you knew it, somehow, and began to recite a prayer to enter in a meditative trance. You claimed it as energy, as anybody could feel such presence from up close. Asserting you would hear a voice; have a vision even. But you felt an enormous hand reach to pinch around your chin and cheeks just before entering your trance. 
Your eyes shot wide open, and nothing could prepare you for such a sight you were to behold. Four red eyes gazed upon you before the lower two inspected the surroundings, though the ‘normal’ ones kept themselves locked to your face. 
His big and tattooed face could make anybody outcry a bloody scream or faint on sight, however you remained planted frozen in place. 
“Where am I?” he asked, his low voice agitating you by its authoritarian sway.
You mustered whatever courage you kept tucked inside you to diligently answer this ‘thing’, “The once holy shrine where they worshiped Lord Sukuna Ryomen.”
“Hmm,” he seemed pleased by your answer, though this was not his only question. “And who are you supposed to be?”
“Sukuna’s oracle.” you whispered, still locked in his gaze until he let out a laugh. Once ceased Sukuna gaze fixed itself on you again this time in a deep examination of your figure and face. 
“How can such a pretty thing be my oracle?” ‘oracle’, the code name used for sacrifice, “Such a pity…but I know how to make good use of you.”
The air began to feel heavy around you, somehow making you daze and sway. His crimson irises and his sharp smile toyed with your heartstrings; he looked terrifying though nonetheless charming. “Do you wish to serve me?”
How could you refuse, the strange allure impregnating the air took reign over your decisions. “With all my heart, my lord.”
“Come,” his grip on your face loosened yet never strayed away from your skin. He led you to inch closer to him, slower and slower until you had to shift while resting on his large lap. 
You wore a white dress that fell to your ankles with buttons on the front of which Sukuna’s fingertips began to rip button for button. His third and fourth hand slipped under and was pleased to find out you wore nothing under as he kneads at the flesh of your hips. 
Heat between your legs pooled as the anticipation and daze rised. Suddenly you gasped as a hot wet thing lapped at your cunt. You had not observed the fiend very well, but it appeared he had been summoned naked and had a peculiar mouth running along his torso, though you caught a glimpse of some robes nearby. It was explicit he was not wearing one as you felt a large, thick thing bud at your back. 
“Such smooth skin,” he started, trailing his enormous hands through the now exposed skin of your chest and trailing his fingertips to your nipples. “Are your lips the same?”
“You’re more than welcome to feel for yourself, my lord…use me.” words that dripped out of your mouth were thrown out due to the heat of the moment. However, they came from the deepest places of your psyche as you let out a fraction of your desires out in the open. 
And Sukuna did not hesitate to tie his lips to yours in a hungry manner. It had been over a thousand years since he had walked the land, he was going to seize the opportunity to have you as his. That is until he became tired of you. 
His belly tongue’s tip began to nudge and circle around your clit, rubbing it around and stimulating it until coursing is way to your entrance and digging itself inside. His other tongue teased your own in such heated kisses, roaming and getting to know the manner of your touch and taste. 
Your hips circled around his belly tongue and your moans increased in volume, Sukuna wanted to hear you in your full splendor. Leaving your lips, you whined but was soon subdued as he went down to your neck and shoulder blades.
He did not want to waste a second, after all he had been put to rest for some thousand years or so, but who's counting? Certainly not him, as he took his sweet time to stretch your pussy out with his lower tongue. 
"Feels s-soo good, lord ah~" you felt along his big body, not knowing which place to hold onto. But your fingernails dug deep in his whichever flesh they grasped on. "More~ need you."
Though you were shy in to moving your hips to please yourself, you desperately wanted to induce some friction of your own. Sukuna could tell the desperation in your restraint movements.
"What is it that you're waiting for my dear, hmm?" His words traveled to you low and slow, his hot breath circling around your frame. "You shy?"
He grinned as he taunted you, revealing his sharp canine teeth, enhancing the true horror that he is. "Let us fix that."
One of Sukuna's large hands wrapped itself around your small neck. Pressing onto the sides and blocking the arteries that lead oxygen, or the only thing that kept you sane at the moment. Your vision began to blur as your senses numbed out, leading for your subconscious desires to reign over.
As the fear and shyness decreased the intensity of the movement of your hips increased, rutting yourself against the fiends lower tongue you babbled how you wished more of him.
You whine while sensing the tip of one of his cocks tap at your entrance. One last lap at your pussy and Sukuna found solace inside you. He was not coy in revealing his deep moans to you, as you moaned alongside him as if you both were chanting a similar symphony. And he had not felt the touch of a woman for at least two thousand years., He's allowed to do more than just moan.
An indent began to appear on your lower stomach as he buried himself deep. You felt so full of him, as if all your 'chastity' and devotion was worth the sacrifice. Though your human nature is to be greedy and desire to have more. His lower dick slapped against your back while Sukuna fucked himself with you.
Your hands reached at your back to stroke him, teasing and fondling in the tip in a sloppy manner. "Want! I-ah!"
The demon-like figure chuckled and buried two thick fingers to satiate your needs while stretching you out more and more as a means for you to take his other dick.
"What will you do to stay with me?" Sukuna started as he lifted you in the air as if you were the lightest feather and depriving you of any further carnal sin.
"My lord!" you squeal in displeasure. You thought on his mean demeanor as you stroked along his muscular arm that was closest to your face. He squeezed further around your neck, waiting for a definite answer. "Anything- hgn!"
Finally appeased with an appropriate answer he lowered you backdown, yet now fulfilling your truest desire of having all of him. Thrusting his two cocks inside of you he delved in the blissfulness your slick walls felt around him. As well as finally having a loyal companion in this new era.
The first woman he had in a millennium, with a body that drove him mad, with such devotion that at the mention of carrying his offsprings it might make her stay by his side till the end of her— your life.
Lord Sukuna had not emerged from the shrine he currently resided in. It had been a solid two days since you had been escorted to be his offering. To replenish his energy and strength, to become once more the almighty being he was always destined to be. Even if it meant he’d rip you apart, limb from limb and feast on your mangled body. 
Geto had placed watchers at a safe distance around the shrine to notify him immediately once he surfaced. The lack of response or movement around the area bubbled a fuming discontent on the leader. 
He had mourned you for the first few hours of your departure, you were his favorite doll, his pretty little lamb. How could he not? There was a void filling deep within him from such absence, your pleasurable words resonated around him, and your delectable touches on his skin began to ghost throughout his flesh in that lonely night he had to give you up for the greater good. 
But as time flew by, suspicion and dissatisfaction started to eat away Geto’s mind as no concrete response was ever given to him. It pestered his psyche once the dawning realization that the ritual might as well not work at all made the man grow wary. 
He had tricked foolish minds into desecrating and summoning an ancient and malevolent fiend into the physical world. Something that was still to date, illegal in the country. What if you had figured it out, that this was not a community, built for good and benevolent things, but instead a malignant cult? Was it that you ran straight to a police station as you found out your divine purpose was all a facade? 
No. It cannot be it would have been a shit fest of cops and news anchors by now. And the people surrounding would have notified Geto immediately if you had left the shrine at any time. Something was off and Geto was forced to investigate, get to the bottom of it and resolve whatever went wrong; right. 
So, there he stood right outside the devil's den, ominous and deadly as ever. But he knew how fiends worked, so there was no trembling limb overcoming his body as he entered the old building.
The wooden floor creaked beneath his weight with every step he took further in. He resumed the trail he had previously taken the day of the ritual. The same one he took you through. Geto had an inkling you had not moved from where he previously left you. 
Sure enough, as he approached the central room of the shrine, voices could be heard; muffled and in a low volume. The holes, ‘claw’ marks and pieces of wood peeking from the walls and floor meant something happened. 
With heavy, rushed footsteps Geto approached where the voices came from. The sight he was witnessing was the last thing he would have ever thought of. Sukuna had finally manifested into the material world; however, he was finding solace in you. More specifically inside you. 
Geto stood there frozen, observing how the fiend he desperately tried to summon, fuck his favorite disciple. He felt taken aback by how you moaned his name, the way your skin welcomed his touch and how your cunt swallowed his length enthusiastically as you sat on him. 
Sukuna’s tummy tongue ran itself along your spine as his other one licked around your neck, intensifying the pleasure he provided you. Two of his four hands groped around your tits while occasionally pinching and tugging at your perked nipples as the other two held at your hips while one of his cocks pistoned themselves into your pussy.
His other cock, placed lower than the one inside you, rubbed on your puffed out clit. Your brain was disconnected to reality for some time now, only thinking of the fiend using you. 
Sukuna had marked you in every way, the most prominent to the eye being as bite marks. Geto trailed his eyes through all of the scattered indentations left by Sukuna across your back, fuming with jealousy. It should have been him, but before he could step forward, he felt something drip out of his neck. He reached out to it, hoping it would be water or sweat, though he saw a blooming maroon color stain his fingertips. And he saw yet another familiar crimson looks with a devilish grin, though now it was through the fiend he so desperately tried to summon right before he collapsed to the floor.
You did not hear nor felt a presence in front of you drop dead at all. Your full attention was on Sukuna and only Sukuna. And he was only focused on you and weakening havoc in humanity…later.
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microcosmicheart · 12 days
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Where does your power lie? + What benefits you reap
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You. *everybody claps*
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Pile 1
10 of Cups, Page of Cups, Temperance.
Your power lies in your emotional control. Where some people freak out, you can remain calm.
I’m seeing people may look to you for solutions or leadership despite you not actively stepping into that role.
You have the maturity and balance of an elder, opening your heart readily and easily, but just as easily keeping it close to you.
You can be professional with those you don’t like.
Your benefit:
You’re a master of either your mind or your words.
You may be able to think rationally during stressful times, or be able to defend yourself verbally against others no matter how pissed you are.
Pile 2
2 of cups, 9 of cups, Queen of Pentacles
Your power lies in your depth and ability to give love from an endless source.
You’ve met yourselves on a deep level, or spend a lot of time nurturing yourself. Your heart is BIG
You don’t need anyone to cosign or affirm you because you’ve already had any necessary conversations with yourself. Because of this, you're capable of tremendous love. You can give and give and give without exhaustion because there's enough room for everyone!
You're the epitome of nurture not only for yourself but for anyone you love on as well.
Your benefit:
Your loving nature can take you anywhere you please!
I don't mean this in a kiss ass or manipulative way, but in the sense that your heart makes people want to give back to you without you even having to ask.
You definitely leave a profound impact on people you encounter.
Pile 3
Fool, King of Pentacles, Strength
This is a very powerful group. Your power is you.
Your interests, endeavors and desires all have a magical quality to them. This is my star pile.
This energy actually reminds me so much of the inspo for this reading, Wang Yibo.
You'll always reap the rewards of your hard work and labor, and you have endless, boundless potential.
You're resilient and you're ready to do what has to be done in order to achieve your goals, dreams and desires.
Your benefit:
Your outcome is harmony
This is not to say you won't deal with the bullshit of life along the way, but as long as you're working toward something, you'll achieve it no matter how long it takes.
Pile 4
Queen of Wands, 9 of pentacles, Queen of Swords
You’re IT simply put.
You may be in a very competitive environment where people are waiting for others around them to slip up but it’ll never be you. You stay on top of everything you own and are in charge of; and whatever it is that you do, you do it well.
You are consistent, fair, and in charge in a way that sets you apart. You also hold an air of regality that's easy to spot and for some, feel before you arrive somewhere.
Your benefit:
You literally have no need to defend yourself despite being in such a competitive environment.
For most, with such immense pressure they’d be looking over their shoulders trying to prevent others from interfering while also doing their work, but not you!
Your results speak for themselves and to be honest not many people want to see you fall! Some see you as an inspiration or view your work as spectacular.
Specifically hearing “pride of our division/department”.
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lizzaneia-elizalde · 1 month
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the way i gasped when i see you have obey me! as fandom you follow is so dramatic, no but i swear I gasped dramatically pinky swear!!
Your headcannons for Yan! Solomon because he's my husband. I love his enigmatic style and how he has "oops! just created another disaster but hey i also have the solution" energy and on the serious note that despite knowing he had very less chances with MC in original timeline he still had their back everytime. I love my Shady McWizardson so much i cannot explain it to you. When NB came i was like 'this is it. this is solo stans era and we are living our dream!' How they'd play house with each other has me kicking my feet!!
Alsooo,, who's your favourite OM character 👀
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Yandere! Solomon
GIRL I AM ALSO IN LOVE WITH SOLOMON HE'S SO SHADY AND LOWKEY YAN. Although he DOES need to lay off the kitchen like stop going there bbgirl-- ALSO, favorite OM character? With the brothers, it's Beel. I love my big boy, my himbo, my everything. Jealous and clingy Beel is a blessing that comes once in a blue moon and I thank last year's valentines event for that. Outside of the brothers, it's ironically Solomon and Barbatos LOL FAIR WARNING THOUGH, I'm not that far yet in Obey Me Nightbringer. I did complete the original Obey me up to 80, but that's it. SO THERE WILL BE DETAILS THAT ARE WRONG!No nsfw for this one hehe
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You know how everybody says that no things and events are coincidences?
This sorcerer definitely and deliberately got you transported back in time to solo you.
You don't need to know that though.
At first, he indeed got a bit guilty from isolating you so suddenly and without a warning from your beloved demon brothers.
But the more he saw the beauty of you and him living like a domestic couple together?
It eased his guilt almost immediately.
Back then in the original world, he spent most of his time gazing at you from afar. Wishing that it was he who was closest to you.
Not those demon brothers that he can't seem to shake at all.
Sure, he became your master/mentor, but that's it. You never saw him more than that.
And it frustrated him greatly.
So he had no choice. I hope you forgive him for that :(.
Solomon definitely got more closer to you once you went back in time.
But it was still hard not to frown when he sometimes hear you cry in wanting to go back to the present.
So, he does his best to distract you from everything.
Solomon definitely manipulates everything to his whims if it means getting closer to you.
I can also see Solomon being nicer to you and a distant coldness to him when somebody speaks to him that's not you.
Two-faced Solomon is a thing i've been thinking about for quite a while, and it fits him so well.
If he had a choice, he would just keep you from rekindling flames with the past brothers at all.
But he's too nice for that.
That, and he can't afford your image of him to break at all.
People will warn you about him and how he's shady.
But you know him best! He would never force a demon on a pact at all! All of these demons only knew the sorcerer Solomon, and not him.
Oh he would definitely use tears also. He will not hesitate to do so once he knows tears are your weakness.
He will build an image of a mischievous but good sorcerer in your eyes.
And he will not hesitate to eliminate those who threatens to break that image at all
Both of you are human! Only you and him are all the both of you got. The others cannot be trusted that much.
Even the brothers! They're not your demon brothers that's for sure.
So only rely on him.
And only him.
Let's just say it was a bad day for Solomon.
He went back to the present and he can hear the present demon brother's bemoans of agony from not having you.
They were about to tear the whole devildom apart trying to find you.
Oops, Solomon didn't tell them. His bad, really.
The sorcerer society also decided to pester him greatly.
Then, there's Barbatos in both the past and present to bring you back to the present to not mess with the timeline anymore.
But Barbatos foresaw this already. So what's the point?
This only made Barbatos frown and say "He's gonna regret that."
Eh. He won't.
When Solomon went back to the hall, he realized you weren't there.
Strange, you're usually home by this time.
He asked the demon brothers, nothing.
He asked Simeon and Diavolo. But nothing also.
He even went as far to ask Thirteen, only to get a face full of octopus.
He's getting frustrated, not until he saw little Luke acting fidgety.
Oh. He knows where you are.
Unfortunately for him, you ran away from the hall because you figured out that he deliberately transported you here.
You screamed at him, asking him why.
And you started to question everything about him. About how if he's really as nice as he is, as to why he's so adamant on helping you, on how he knows every solution to everything!
Solomon can feel his whole resolve crumble. All his hard work down the drain.
Last chance to make this right...
He got on his knees, hugging your legs and crying his eyes out. God knows how desperate he was for you to believe him.
"NO! Y/N I SWEAR I DID IT FOR A GOOD REASON I CANNOT SAY!"
He made it seem like the time travel was necessity for your safety, that something will happen if he didn't do it.
The waterworks, and his heartfelt confession of finally admitting his feelings wholeheartedly, and that he never lied to you... It felt genuine (It's not).
And you, ever so soft on him, decided to forgive him that easily.
And he smiles, for he knew he got to you.
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Lies Become You - By Seoru (7.5/10)
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I don't like this one personally. The clichés gradually pile on until it becomes unbearable. The beginning is good. The art is good. The lore is good, but by chapter fifty our main character is blessed by a goddess with purification powers to match. Oh, and an entire magical royal family starts drooling over her. It gets cheesy, which isn't what I wanted or expected.
Veronica doesn't exist. The Prince's evil girlfriend is an actress hired to push him into the arms of the right woman. The plan works. The idiot prince chooses the innocent queenling "Veronica" tried to "poison". The issue is nobody wants to pay Veronica for her amazing performance.
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She doesn't get the clean escape she was promised, or a single gold coin. Lacey (this is also not her real name) has to run for her life. She works for a criminal group called Fiore, and they somehow abandon her and string her along. Her relationship with her boss gets toxic. She has to cut ties with Fiore too, and find a new life with no cash on top of that.
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She sneaks onto a ship, and she meets the Handsome Prince, Halid. Lacey actually respects Halid. Halid is the only man who saw through her Veronica act. Most of it anyway. Everybody in court was charmed by Veronica's beauty and flattery. Halid was completely disgusted by her behavior. "Veronica" was hired to be obsessive and possessive around the bland prince, to teach him a lesson. Her example showed the idiot that it's better for him to choose a good bride, least he get stuck with a crazy beauty. Halid was so enraged by her behavior that he scorned her several times in public. He didn’t know she was acting classless on purpose, so she understands why he hates her.
He immediately proposes to her.
Huh?
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Let me make this quicker for you.
Halid was jealous. He wanted "Veronica" to fawn over him and love him instead. Lacey assumes he wants a contract marriage. He lets her believe that, but he intends to keep her.
What a set up!
Lies. Backstabbing. A handsome prince with odd preferences when it comes to women. Why is he interested in a firey liar like Lacey??? Could it be? Is he actually...dare I say it...interesting???
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Nope.
Halid knows Lacey. They met as kids. He is obsessively in love with her. He hasn't done anything with any women, and he's been pining for her since the day he met her.
Why?
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Halid can hear voices.
Lacey's presence stops the voices.
Also her real name is Nerys, and she has special amethyst eyeballs. When they enter the magic kingdom of Irina a dragon rises from the sea to welcome her. Our crafty street urchin actress quickly becomes a stock, bland...Lost Saintess character.
I am so frustrated right now.
Even writing this is painful. After twenty five tense and hot chapters this is the conclusion we get. Nerys was born a special snowflake. That's why she gets everything handed to her on a golden plate.
It. Is. Maddening.
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There's even an annoying mascot/magical familiar character. Allow me to remind you. In the beginning we had.
- A veteran criminal actress who manipulated a prince into marrying a more ideal bride.
- An angry prince (who doesn't like her) that agrees to save her when she flees treachery.
- A guild of villains who intend to haunt her because of her past "work" +plus tons of other formidable potential enemies.
But...in the end we get this. Nerys is the uncontested princess consort. NOBODY objects to Halid's choice. Nobody important anyway. The Fiore guild just kinda fades into the distance. Nerys goes to another nation and she gets armed guards, so they're really no threat. Even though they used and controlled her as a kid, and the guild master should be her final boss...but he isn't.
No.
Nerys has to host a bunch of tea parties, with other princesses that kiss her butt.
I hate you Seoru.
I don't like you on a personal level.
You wrote one quarter of a good book, and then you stapled generic otome isekai junk over the rest of the pages.
Fuck you.
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The wedding is beautiful!
She even gets poisoned!
How dramatic!
The main suspect clearly didn't do it though. Halid's younger brother is also a Nerys fan.
Everybody is.
Politics doesn't matter when you have special amethyst eyes. The real villain is some shadowy idiot that we don't even meet until the end of season 2.
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The issue is none of the main characters are a threat. The villains we have are just there to get slaughtered. Halid and Nerys are both OP. Like, godly OP. Both of them have more magic than anyone else, which makes the romance feel so damn hollow. Halid didn't see and fall for "Veronica" in all of her evil glory. He knew she was Lacey from the start...so he knew she was kind and tragic from the start. We don't get a fascinating and morally grey couple. We get two OP blessed hotties in mutual love.
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Halid's parents also completely approve by the way. No problem. Everybody thought the prince would never marry, because he's been keeping himself virginal for Nerys. He doesn't even have like...an affectionate relationship with his parents...but they let him do whatever he wants anyway.
His parents literally like Nerys more than him its insane.
Snore.
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Our reality is essentially the creation of our subconscious desires—as within so without and all that stuff. However, the composition of our subconscious mind is often littered with absolute noise created by our environment. If you grew up not too well—if your caretakers were monsters, gaslighters, and so on—there’s gonna be more confusion in there.
It requires strength and courage to remain faithful to the tunes of one’s own original music that comes from the Soul. Wouldn’t you feel better developing your true divinity—the higher aspect of your identity—rather than people’s idea of what you should become?
Pile 1 – Wounded Healer
Priestesses of Ambition & Healing
Green Alchemist (Nicolas Flamel)
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Where you came – 5 of Wands
Chaos. Pure chaos. Conflicts, sense of alienation, people backstabbing each other, people cheating, manipulating, you name it. Just, pure, purely ugly world, in a manner of speaking. Why a child should be born in such an environment is such a mystery—maybe karma, maybe… dharma.
If karma, it’s probably some fucked up bloodline curse shit. If dharma, it’s probably the case that you’re a healer meant to stop the curse from running through the next bloodline. And none of this is a walk in the park. This is walking on hot ember on the way out of hell.
At any rate, there was always a lot of noise—yelling and screaming—in your psyche. It was a battle you fought to keep your sanity. On the one hand you didn’t want to become like your environment, but on the other, you were moulded by it—you almost didn’t have a chance to not become somewhat similar to it.
How far you’ve come – Page of Cups
You fought your battles and you’ve won. You are… beginning to master your emotions. You’re trying to be the one in control. You’re learning to be a good person. You’re detaching yourself a lot from what you used to be in the past. None of that was ever you anyway.
You feel responsible for the way you were, but you’re also accepting that people can always start anew. You have hopes in your heart. You know here is only your beginning. And you’re mature enough to understand not everybody is gonna be happy with your development, transformation, even. Some hyenas are gonna wanna convince you of what you used to be.
They’re gonna wanna drag you down to hell again. But this time, you’re saying, ‘no more’ and ‘fuck off’. Fuck you very very much, I’m outta here—I’ve got to meet my destiny. And so you will!
What’s in store – Knight of Cups Rx
Not gonna lie—it’s still not gonna be easy ahead. What can I say? You’re only beginning, fam. Of course a lot of things are confusing if you’re starting anew with so little guidance. Alright? Don’t be too hard on yourself. If anything, you’re really turning into a hero because you’re gonna make it against all odds.
Sometimes, you may feel like the world has once again turned against you, but… FALSE! You’re just dealing with remnants of your trauma (even abuse in some cases). PTSD is a hard shit to deal with and you may want to read up recurring nightmares, flashbacks, general anxiety that comes with PTSD, and all that stuff.
To be honest with you, very little of that would help without real spiritual work. But who’s to say you can’t overcome that? And let me share a little secret with you: subliminals for self-love and detaching from traumas are really gonna help tons. There are also reiki sessions for that if you’re more into that. All for free on YouTube~
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Pile 2 – World Traveller
Priestesses of Magick & Innocence
Red Geographer (Marco Polo)
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Where you came – 8 of Cups
You’re someone who’s parented yourself growing up. Like Matilda, I think. -I haven’t watched that movie.- I think the home environment you grew up in was almost devoid of love, if not, at least it was very emotionally unfulfilling. Growing up, you dreamed of alternate realities or faraway futures where you are more appreciated for the sensitivity/gentleness/kindness/uniqueness that was inherently you. You were sad a lot.
You’ve always had this inner knowing deep within yourself: surely everybody was born to be loved. But for your immediate reality was so disappointing, you found it really hard to cope with day to day life. You daydreamed a ton. In psychology this may be called maladaptive daydreaming, but heck, this was the only way you knew to cope, lest you wouldn’t survive.
Quite frankly, this world hasn’t been exceedingly fair with you. I think you’ve lost a lot—emotionally and spiritually. You’ve had your faith in new people and new situations destroyed way too many times for a single human being to endure. You’d wanted to give up way too many times to count.
How far you’ve come – King of Wands
And yet, here you are and you’ve managed to keep your fire burning. How’d you do that? Only you and God knows, damn. Most people would probably never understand the sorrow you’ve had to endure and they only see the exterior in which you appear to be infallible.
They say you’re strong and amazing, but deep down, you wish they’d appreciate you for your weak moments, too. You want to be held like a child, but this you can’t show to anybody because… simply, nobody gets that. Nobody expects you to have this weakness.
One way or another, you’re just a badass and you’re on top of everyone else. And you’ll continue to be that and more. Right now, there’s not a lot to worry about because you’ve proven to this sickly world that you’re indestructible. It’s your game now. You’re making the rules. -Hope you don’t lose your purity on the path towards greatness.-
What’s in store – Queen of Pentacles
Well, well, well… A mother figure, indeed. Isn’t it quite lovely? This isn’t saying an actual mother, to be honest. Could even be a boyfriend/girlfriend/just friend who understands you deeply (like a mother should) and sees the deepest layers of who you are.
Someone who understands you on a Soul level. Someone who holds you like a child, someone who holds you so tight all your broken pieces stick back together again. Someone loyal who will stay for a long time, if not forever. With them, you feel stable. Safe, secure, taken care of.
On top of that, you’re gonna be rich. Filthy rich—no, I’m kidding, you’re not filthy. But wow, are you gonna be ssooo wealthy. Everything is ssooo gonna be alright and never a day again you feel like you’re lacking anything—not passion, not soul, not money, not whatever. Sounds like ultimate happiness to me. How does that sound to you~?
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Priestesses of Good Fortune & Luck
Gold Astronomer (John Dee)
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Where you came – Ace of Swords Rx
You’re someone who’s always had a vision—a clear one at that—of what Life on this Planet should look like. At the very least, what Life should look like for yourself; it was an innate knowing you wouldn’t have been able to communicate with the adults around you. Not even to your peers. Somehow, there’s just a feeling that you’re different. There’s something exquisitely kind and pure about the way you perceive the world. But that became your downfall.
Constantly feeling like you aren’t fitting in, you doubted yourself a lot and actually tried to be just like everyone else. It’s only natural—people want to feel that they belong. Being ostracised is not a fun thing. So on the path towards growing up, you lost a lot of yourself. You lost your vision and forgot what you came to Earth to do.
Essentially, you’re an advanced Soul. You’ve come from advanced civilisations off-planet on other planes of existence, in other words, you’ve known Life beyond Planet Earth on other dimensionalities. You must resonate with either being a Lightworker or a Starseed; mind you, those two things are very different. Losing your vision also means losing communication with your Star Families residing in the Higher Realms.
How far you’ve come – 7 of Wands
You threw away your inner compass and tried to assimilate yourself to life on Earth as a human being. In a manner of speaking, this is your betraying your Soul’s Essence. The result? A continual sense of losing everything you know about yourself. I’m sure your Star Families have catapulted you into what they term spiritual awakening and it almost killed you, probably, in a sense.
You were quite literally thrown into hell, or more accurately, thrown into a process of realising that you had been heading towards hell all along. All of the ideas/dreams/life goals you had were never part of your Soul’s original plan and now, they must go out the window and you must press the fucking restart button. It was world-shattering to say the least.
But here you are. You managed to survive. One way or another, you miraculously dodged death and your fucking enemies are obliterated—at least, aetherically. And now, quite honestly, you feel like you’re on top of the world. Even if it isn’t yet looking like that, you know things can only get better from here. Cuz now, you’re doing your own thing and it feels damn good to finally be yourself.
What’s in store – 3 of Pentacles Rx
The path ahead may still be a little lonely. Like, you will still need to tread alone and try your best to keep out external noises. What else can you do? You’ve only just begun. Like a butterfly that’s only been born, it needs to work hard on its own to get out of the cocoon. A butterfly should not receive help at this phase lest their wings don’t gain the strength to fly—this is real!
Rest assured though, it’s all gonna be worth it. Because, if it’s any consolation, when your Life is finally what it should look like—like your original vision when you were just a kid—those who have ever doubted you or tried to discourage you will be so, so, so ashamed of themselves. You have so much Good Luck and Fortune in store for you. You’re probably already receiving trickles of this good vibe even now.
Just you wait, one day a shooting star will fall out of nowhere and your entire world is gonna fucking flip in all the best ways, and then… you won’t even remember having had the hardships you’ve gone through. It’s aaallllll gonna be so worth it because you’re meant to inspire and change the world for the better! You ARE the exam-fucking-ple~
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Day Twelve
A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))
Prompts For Day Twelve Self-Harm/Sacrifice/Character Death 
Alt. Prompt For Day Twelve Abandoned 
Prompts Used for Day Twelve Sacrifice, Character Death, Abandoned
Tw's; Guns, Injury, Blood Mention, Death/Child Death Mention
Chapter Twelve under the cut :)
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Robin stood his ground as the people around him started to yell.
“You just got back!” Babs shouted.
“Master Jason, that is highly ill-advised-”
“Jason, you’re benched, you’re not going-”
He started walking towards the cave’s exit when Dick grabbed him from behind.
“Of all the stupid, irresponsible things you have ever done,” he was saying, “This takes the cake,” He started turning Robin around in his grip even as he kicked and fought.
“Dickface-!”
“I didn’t worry about you,” he continued, “For two and a half weeks,” he manhandled him into the chair, “Just so Bruce could go do whatever the fuck he did with the pits so you could go right back out and get hurt again!”
He went still, quiet. Dick was crying. It wasn’t like the few times he’d seen him cry before; this was fat, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he hissed venom from his teeth. It should’ve been terrifying.
“It’s my life,” Jason said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my twin,” he continued.
Three heads turned to him, confused. “What?” he heard someone ask softly.
Anger bubbled in his chest. “He’s already been fucking abandoned by someone who was supposed to protect him. The same person who was supposed to protect me and left me there with that fucking monster. The same one who fucking kidnapped me to hand me over to the Joker!” 
He ripped the face mask off, showing off the J carved into his cheek. “I’m the one who has to live with that night, Dick! I’m the one who has to live with what she did and said. Did you know I have a twin?”
“You what?” he heard Alfred breathe. Glancing around the room, he could see Babs being just as shocked.
“I have a twin,” he repeated, “That she took somewhere and swapped with her friend’s dying kid. The same dying kid she used to manipulate Batman into dropping her case.”
“What are you talking about?” Babs asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Catherine wasn’t my bio mom,” he said, trying to make his voice soft.
Batman hadn’t told them. Of course, he hadn’t told them.
He waited for everybody to react before continuing. Dick was acting off; he suspected he knew something, but didn’t call him on it. “Sheila Haywood gave birth to me, an older brother, and my twin. She says my older brother was dead before we were born and named my twin, Daniel, after him. She took Daniel and not me when she fled Gotham after getting in trouble with the law. She said she couldn’t cross the border with him, and her friends had a sick kid our age with the same name and looks, so-”
“She swapped them,” Dick finished. “I... looked through your phone. Not everything, just your emails,” he confessed. “But, Jason, you don’t have to do anything-”
“Like fuck I do,” he spat. “I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks, and I want my phone back,” he added, glaring at him, “But he’s my twin. This was Sheila’s doing. They may not be my actions, but I want to be there for him. I know what it’s like being abandoned by her. And if he died because of her neglect... I want to know. I need to know. Dick, he’s my twin. I have to know what happened to him.”
They looked each other in the face a few moments. “You’d go out anyways, wouldn’t you?” he asked.
Robin nodded.
He sighed. “You grab a com?”
Barbara and Batman both protested. Robin merely nodded again, going for his left ear before remembering it was on the right. He tapped it.
“Testing, testing, one two three,” he said.
Dick nodded. “Let me wash my face and get a domino on. We’re going to find him,” he swore.
“He hasn’t been cleared!” Batman roared.
“You looked over me in the plane!” Robin yelled back. “I’m doing this. If it were about anything else-”
“You don’t even know if it’s him!” He growled back.
“If I was missing and it were a chance it were me-”
“That’s different-”
“No! No, it’s not! Even if it’s not him, it’s still a missing kid. I’m not sitting this one out, papa. I can’t.”
Babs looked at Alfred, who’d raised his eyebrows. That was new.
“I said no, you’re not cleared,” he said firmly.
“Beloved,” Talia jumped in. “Arguing with him does nothing. He’s already said he will go anyway.”
“I have ways-”
“Yes, you do, and they worked well for Dick, did they not?” she said dryly. “He will figure them out eventually. Save them for when he is truly a danger to himself.” She turned to the child next. “This is not an invitation to be reckless. You are to use your training and be careful. Do not make me regret backing you,” she said, looking him up and down.
“Yes ma’am,” he said immediately.
Babs sighed. “I see you finally added pants,” she joked.
He grimaced. “Had to. Scars,” he replied. He fixed the mask back onto his face properly, “Same reason for this.”
She hummed. “We’ll have to develop another one. Maybe one with a cool speaker,” she muttered.
He smiled at her, not that she could see. She was still mad at him, but she was at least willing to understand. It felt nice to have her back in his corner.
“Don’t encourage him,” the bat growled. “He is disobeying direct orders-”
“B, you’ve lost this one,” she said plainly. “We might as well encourage him focusing on other things. Besides, I think he looks cute with the mask,” she said, looking at him up and down. “It suits you,” she said, softer.
Alfred walked over to him, fussing over his cape and masks. “The leggings fit?” he asked.
He took the actions for what they were. Nobody was happy with him right now; they’d all much rather he stay in tonight, let them handle the missing ghost. However, they knew what it was like not to be able to back down from a case. They’d be hypocrites if they tried to keep him benched.
Robin shook his head. “They’re not perfect, but they won’t hinder me in any way for now,” he said.
Alfred nodded and said something about getting measurements when he got back for some leggings of his own.
Nightwing entered the room again, weapons firmly on his back and domino in place. If they didn’t know better, they never would’ve known about the tear tracks that had clung to his cheeks just a few minutes ago.
“Let’s do this,” he muttered. “And Robin?”
He looked at his big brother.
“Please be careful, little wing. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened tonight.”
He nodded. He was, at least, planning on not having any accidents today.
They left the cave together, pulling out grappling hooks and going separate ways. They knew the rough area he had to be in, but there were a lot of places for a child to hide.
Batgirl had been the one to find the camera outage by Crime Alley and the surrounding areas. Searching would take awhile, but if it meant they got to find a missing kid, they would do it.
They gave each other updates as they went. “Cleared the Bat Burger and surrounding buildings,” Nightwing said, “Moving on,” he added.
“Hn.”
“Got to the library, clearing surrounding area,” Batgirl said.
“I see a group of kids. I’m going down and seeing if they know anything,” he said into his com.
“Robin, repeat the last part of that? Your com glitched,” Batman huffed.
“I’m going down to see if they know anything,” he repeated as he touched the ground, going to the side of the building.
“Roger. Be careful,” Nightwing responded.
He walked up to the kids. “Hey-”
“ROBIN!” one of them shouted, throwing themselves at him. He caught them easily.
“What’s with the new mask?” One of the older ones asked.
“Dude, people are saying you died- how are you here right now?”
He shrugged. “I got better?” he offered.
“Dude, did you die?” A different kid asked.
“Look, I’d love to stay and chat,” he said, handing the little kid off to one of the older members, “You guys know I would, but I need to find a missing kid. White hair, green eyes, possible meta. Seen anyone like that?”
They shook their heads. “No, we haven’t seen anyone like that. There is a possible,” he gestured for the older kids to cover the younger one’s ears, “Kiddy ring that opened by the dock. If kid’s been gone for awhile, they might be there. We’ve been trying to flag you down, but-”
“I was out of commission,” he finished and cursed. “I’m sorry. I’ll let the Bat know and we’ll investigate,” he promised.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Nobody we know, yet, but we’ve been keeping an eye on everybody. There are whisperings they’re targeting the Narrows.”
He growled. “Noted,” he said. “I’ll get you guys next time, this is my first night back and I had less time than usual to prep,” he said, genuinely apologetic.
“You’re good, dude, you’ve helped more than you realize,” he said as the younger kids whined. “Good to see you again. And uh, I don’t know what the mask and pants situation is about,” he lowered his voice, “But word is, the Joker got you. Just to let you know, the kids are getting restless. I know we’re not the only group you help, and they’re making some serious waves. It’s as brave as it is stupid,” he muttered.
Robin nodded. “Thank you. Seriously. Don’t worry about me,” he said, trying to be soothing, “But I’ll take care of it. Let the other’s know I’m back, but the bat might be keeping me on a short leash,” he chuckled a bit. “I’m not really supposed to be out tonight.”
“But you can’t keep out of it if it’s a kid involved,” the other boy finished, smirking.
Robin smiled, even if they couldn’t see it. “Yeah. I’ve never known when to quit,” he joked.
The kids waved good bye as he grappled away. He pressed the com in his ear.
“Who’s online?” he asked.
“Nightwing,” his brother said.
“I’m also here,” Batgirl replied. “What’s up Robin?”
He relayed the information he’d just been told, “I’m going to search a bit more around here, but they’re usually pretty on top of all the rumors and stuff in this area. I’ll touch base with more groups soon, but-”
“We understand,” Batgirl responded. “Just cleared the surrounding area of the library. Moving on,” she said.
“Clearing some buildings by the Croc sewers,” Nightwing grunted. “No sign yet,” he added.
“Roger. Going to continue to... I’ll be right back,” he said, trailing off. “Just found something that weirded me out before I took my break,” he said, muting his com.
He could still hear their chatter as he swung down into a nearby alley with some white vans.
The people he’d seen before he got called to the docks that one night oh so long ago were back. Their white suits were perfect, not a spec of anything on them as they walked around, scanning buildings and wearing ugly goggles.
“There’s something in this area,” he heard one mutter.
“Oh for sure,” the other one responded. “But where is it coming from?”
He stood there, listening intently.
“Those ecto-scum won’t know what hit them,” he heard one mutter. He heard one of their machine’s beep and he heard them call out, “Hey, I'm getting another hit over here.”
Ecto-scum? What kind of people were these-
He heard footsteps coming towards the alley he was hiding in. He wedged himself between the wall and a dumpster, intent on finding out more.
“Don’t be scared, little ghostie,” he heard someone mutter. “We just wanna hunt ya-”
He didn’t like where this was going. Anytime a potential threat had said they were ‘hunting’ him, it usually ended up bad. He shuffled down a bit closer to the ground, shoving his legs underneath the dumpster, careful not to let them stick out on the other side. Not that they got close.
Sometimes being short was cool, but this was humiliating. He forced the thought out of his head.
He thought they had left the alley when he felt something grab onto his cape. He managed to maneuver himself out from underneath the dumpster before reaching back and kicking the man that had grabbed him in the elbow.
He started running when he noticed more white suits. He pressed his com, frantically looking around.
“S.O.S! This is Robin calling for emergency back up,” he said as he attempted to dodge more hands. “Guys in white suits, white nondescript van lisence plate unknown,” he continues, ducking out of the way of hands coming at him, “Weapons unknown- too many,” he said as more arrived. “I can’t- LET ME GO!” he said as he kicked wildly.
“Little wing, where are you-”
“I, I’m not sure,” he said as he struggled. “Near the building with the good gargoyle-”
“That doesn’t narrow it down!” Nightwing barked out.
“Robin, what do you see?”
He looked around. He spotted a teenager his age with white hair as he floated on top of the building above them.
“A... glowing teen?” he said.
“HEY!” he yelled, getting everybody’s attention. " LEAVE HIM ALONE! IT’S ME YOU WANT!”
The earth shook as he yelled more, glowing green rings coming out of his mouth. Robin felt the earth shake and the com in his ear popped.
The guys holding him dropped him as he reached desperately for the com unit in his ear, ripping it out. It began sparking.
Well. So much for that.
Maybe if he had any sense he’d run. But, he was Robin, and there were guns being trained at what had to be a fellow child hero. One who’d clearly never had training. One who held an undertone of fear as he squared up to these assholes who had started trying to shoot at him with unknown weapons.
He was Robin, and he’d never backed down from a fight in his life. He stood with his back to the other hero.
“Robin,” he introduced.
“Phantom,” the other boy responded, looking at him weirdly. “I didn’t know you were a ghost, too.” He muttered.
He didn’t have time to respond as he punched someone that had started coming at them.
“We’re talking about that later!” he shouted over his shoulder. He swore he could hear the other boy laugh at him.
So, this was the guy his big brother had been looking for. This... this must be his twin.
He tried not to let his emotions get in the way as they worked together to take down the agents. At one point they pulled out these glowing green shields. Common sense told him not to touch them, but that left him open. He checked his belt.
Thank fuck it had batterangs. He really should’ve checked this thing before he left.
Phantom disappeared and reappeared next to him at some points, catching his blind spots. He threw his projectiles at a few of the people training their guns at the other hero.
It was like they had fought together forever. He, again, had clearly never had formal training, but they worked with it. Instead of getting in Robin’s way, what he lacked in skill he made up with innovation.
His power list had to be ridiculous. He covered the ground in a thin layer of ice, leaving the agents slipping and skating over the pavement.
Robin’s boots were equipped to handle such shenanigans. He couldn’t exactly fight the Penguin or Mr. Freeze if his boots didn’t hold up against ice, now, could he?
They kicked and fought. At one point Phantom covered his fists in green and started punching. Robin could tell he was being careful, but he still left several agents unconscious on the pavement. Robin tried not to take the time to be impressed.
He could tell he was impressing Phantom as he threw punches and hits.
That was when things started to get weird.
He had just socked somebody in the jaw when, as his feet hit the pavement, his left went out from under him. Normally, this would come with searing pain, but he felt nothing. Except...
His left foot felt like his body had in the plane when he saved them from that missile.
He dared to look down. His foot was translucent, which should’ve been the weird part except it was going through the ground . What was happening?
“The fuck?” he asked out loud and tried to use his arms to push himself up. His right gave out- no, it also went through the ground. Seriously, what the fuck was happening?!
Phantom looked at him where he was laying on the ground. “Robin!” he called. “Pull your limbs out of the ground and try to feel them!”
He watched as Phantom tried to pick up the slack, wailing into the different agents. Seriously, where was Batman? Nightwing? Anybody?
He did as he was told, pulling his arm and foot out of the ground. Then he registered the other boy’s words.
“How the fuck do I feel my limbs?” he yelled out.
“You just do! Just, think of how your solid body parts feel!” he yelled back.
“What the fuck does that mean?!”
“Figure it out!”
He tried to focus on how his other arm felt as a suit approached him, Phantom’s back turned and already dealing with three more.
“Fascinating,” the man whispered.
Nope, fuck this, this is getting weird. He desperately searched his pocket for something he could use. All he had was some... Halloween candy? It’ll do, but he should check the rest of his pockets when he got home, it was April there shouldn’t be Halloween candy in his plane belt.
He threw it at the man, who cursed, then choked. He fist pumped; he managed to get a piece in his eye and his mouth.
The man doubled over. “Agent G?” he heard someone vaguely ask. They ran over and started attempting the Heimlich.
Normally, Robin would help, but right now he was focusing on becoming... solid? This was such a weird day.
What did he do on the plane again? He focused on the weird feeling, and it spread. He could feel his left hand go intangible, then his foot, then it traveled along until his whole body was translucent and he was having trouble keeping it above pavement. Then...
He let it go. His body was solid again within seconds.
He had gravel in his pants. That was an issue for some other time.
“YES!” he yelled out, then took a running start at the ‘agents’? Again, a super weird day.
He extended his now-solid leg into the man’s abdomen, using it as a springboard to transition into a flip. It wasn’t a Nightwing flip, but it did nicely for both saving the man’s life and incapacitating him. Nice job, Robin-
He went to jump back into action beside Phantom when he started floating. It was like today was trying to be difficult.
He ended up grabbing onto an cheap ass suit jacket trying to keep from floating away. Phantom looked at him weirdly.
“Dude! What are you doing?!”
“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I couldn’t do this until a few hours ago!”
Phantom’s eyes widened. “You’ve only been like this for a few hours?! What are you doing out?!” He said as he grabbed onto Robin’s middle.
“Looking for you!” he replied, then- “Look out!”
“Wha- OH SHIT-”
He ducked, covering Robin’s body with his own.
The glowing harpoon missed them by inches. They heard someone curse wildly.
“Now, ecto-scum, you can either come quietly, or we could continue to fight,” they heard someone say.
Neither were very inclined to find out exactly what that meant. Phantom kept a hold of Robin as he attempted to take him and retreat.
“There are too many,” he heard Phantom mutter. “We need back up-”
“I’ve been trying to call the rest of the bats,” he said. “I don’t know why they aren’t here-”
“Fuck!” Phantom shouted. They may have made it a couple streets over, but agents had still been on their tails.
Phantom’s back was opened up. His suit was burned at the edges and he grit his teeth. He descended before the pain could knock him out of the air completely.
“Ow, fuck,” he hissed, “I think they changed the formula, that hurts so much more-” he said as he began shaking.
“Shit-” Robin muttered as he attempted to see what he had in the other pockets.
“Go!” Phantom grabbed his wrist. “Just go, I can deal-”
“No way,” Robin growled out. His feet finally planted themselves on the ground and he hauled up Phantom as best he could, “I don’t leave people behind,” he grit as he began dragging him into an alley.
“Both of us aren’t going to get out of here,” Phantom hissed. “You have the better chance. Just-”
“I don’t leave people behind,” Robin emphasized. “Especially not fellow heroes who just saved my ass,” he added, giving Phantom a look. He set him beside some boxes in the alley, hoping the ground wasn’t suspiciously wet or anything like that. “You stay here, I’m going to see if I can signal someone.”
“Roger,” Phantom said.
Robin could see he was trying not to worry him, but that the wound was bad. He wasn’t sure how bad. He hoped Alfie could help him; he wasn’t sure how ghost biology worked, and he doubted the butler had more knowledge in that area.
He left Phantom in the alley and used his grappling hook to get on top of the building next to them. From here, he could see some agents a couple streets from where he’d stashed Phantom, using the same machines he saw earlier. He figured they were some sort of tracker; they didn’t have much time before they were found.
He thought he could see a spec of something before it disappeared. He didn’t want to shout out to it in case the ‘agents’ heard; they may be tracking them already, but that didn’t mean he wanted to help them hunt them down. He cursed under his breath.
He tried to search more of the pockets of his belt. He found some gauze, some other miscellaneous band-aids, a couple more baterangs, more Halloween candy-
He jumped out of the way of a glowing shot. How rude!
He threw the rest of the Halloween candy, not wanting to waste the baterangs. He grappled back down to hopefully throw them off of Phantom’s trail; he was the one hurt, not him.
He looked around, running through a labyrinth of alleys. Luckily, he knew right where he was. He prayed nobody had ever discovered his secret hiding spots.
He tried to stick close enough to hear Phantom if he yelled out. As long as he has his dark, smelly alley ways correct...
He slid down and checked a brick. It was loose. He removed it and looked inside, grinning.
He pulled out the rubbing alcohol, bottles, and rags. He shoved his hand further into the hole and found the matches wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.
Before he was Robin, he got himself into some... situations. He had never touched them afterwards, afraid he or someone else would need them some day. Turns out, having some of Batman’s paranoia rub off on him was useful. Who knew?
And to think he and Nightwing had accused him of having a hoarding problem. Next time Alfred wanted the bat to look through his suits and get rid of the ones he didn’t need anymore, Robin might just take the old bat’s side. Just for a minute.
Nobody ever went against Alfred for that long. The man was a saint for putting up with them and everybody knew it.
He poured most of the rubbing alcohol into the vessels and pre-wet the rags before shoving them into the necks of the bottles. He only had two, so he wanted to make them count.
He didn’t think he had a lighter in his belt. That would suck when it was time to light one of these suckers, but-
He ran faster to where Phantom was hidden. He could see the vans beginning to pull up, agents pouring out of them.
Just how many men was part of this loser club? He’d been to those boring field trip assemblies so they could go over expectations and things with the parents there, and even those never had this many people. They always had so many people at those things!
He wasn’t even sure if any of their villains had ever had this many men on their side before, including during team ups.
He pulled the match box out of the bag he’d put it in. Miraculously, they had actually stayed dry. He got closer before he attempted to light one, dragging the matchstick against the striker. It caught, causing an orange flame to flicker out.
He held it up to the rag, catching it ablaze. He threw it and took cover, hearing more so than seeing as it shattered on impact. He heard someone screaming. He checked to make sure nobody was in the alley with them, most of them being distracted by the fire that exploded out after he threw the Molotov and ran to where he’d stuck Phantom.
The other boy was halfway up, trying to hover off the ground. “Dude, what-”
Robin held up the pre-made Molotov he had left. “These,” he breathed, “Should be used in hero work more often. I forgot how fun it was.”
Phantom looked at him a minute before registering what he meant. He grinned. “Robin-”
“I know, I’m awesome, let’s go before they get past it!”
He took his hand, dragging him through the alleys. He could see daylight beginning to peak out from the horizon line. He thought of the baby bird; he’d love to get a picture of this.
“We need to get to the rendezvous point,” he muttered. “If we can do that, I think we’ll be okay,” he said.
“What’s the rendezvous point?” Phantom asked. “I can fly up-”
“No,” Robin said. “Even if you weren’t hurt, they know to look to the skies; it’s how they figured out which alley we were in. I was on the roof,” he explained. “The roof tops and skies are off limits until we get to the building we need,” he continued. “Then we get on top of it. The bat keeps emergency coms hidden in one of the gargoyles; we grab one, then we can call them, and they can help us,” he surmised.
“The bats are out,” Phantom said. “I was with them earlier-”
“And Nightwing was dumb,” he finished for him. “He said he didn’t realize what was happening at first. He cried about it,” he forced himself to laugh; he didn’t find anything about the situation funny, “He feels bad. He’s on your side, 100 percent.”
Phantom got quiet, and Robin looked to him to make sure he wasn’t getting worse.
“He... he’s really on my side?” Phantom asked.
The snort Robin let out was genuine. “I wouldn’t be as intent on helping your ass if he didn’t think you were someone worth saving,” he replied.
He snuck another glance at the other hero. He was smiling slightly now; he looked good like that. He looked his age.
Robin figured he could tell him about everything else later as he led him through the alleys.
“Anyways,” he muttered. “You said something earlier. What do you mean I’m a ghost?"
Phantom paled a bit. “I... think we have to get somewhere a bit safer before I explain that. Red, someone on my team, won’t be happy but it’s vital information, especially if the GIW’s already in Gotham. You won’t be able to go anywhere without them being your shadow,” he said.
“Oh, that’s comforting,” he replied dryly. “I get more enemies out of the deal? Sweet,” he continued.
Phantom snorted. “Trust me, I know,” he said. “It’s not all bad. I’ll stick around and teach you some things.”
Robin was already liking the kid. “Like not getting stuck in the ground?” he guessed.
“Yes,” Phantom said. “And how to drop the intangibility without dropping your pants,” he said, laughing slightly.
Robin let out a startled laugh. “If it makes you feel better,” he said, “I got gravel near my junk.”
Phantom wheezed, “I accidentally dropped my pants asking out a girl I liked,” he laughed.
Robin laughed with him.
The situation may be slightly fucked, but at least they were getting along before Robin had to destroy his world view. That certainly made some things easier to believe.
As they approached the end of the alley, Robin signaled for Phantom to stay behind while he scoped out the road in front of them. He carefully looked one way-
There was a white van coming his way.
He immediately ducked back into the alley, pulling out another match and lighting the rag. He threw it at the van and turned to run.
He felt someone grab him by his cape. “Oh, no, little ghostie,” he heard someone say. “You and that other scum from Amity Park have caused enough trouble for us tonight!”
He covered his face as the Molotov exploded, throwing bits of glass and fire everywhere. It cast a menacing light on the face that had caught him.
The white suit had goggles on, like the rest did. She had a scar that disappeared into her hairline, going down behind the right lens of her goggles before ending near her chin. She had a grin on her face. “You and the other one are going to make nice- OOF-”
Phantom was standing in the alley, barely. Wisps of green smoke came from his fist. “Leave him alone,” he growled out.
Robin ran towards him, intending on tugging him down an alley and losing them on foot before more agents appeared.
“Oh, what’s wrong, scum?” One of them asked. “Shocked we know your little alleys as well as- HEY!”
Robin threw a baterang at the man. It hit his gun.
He could probably beat them if he was by himself, but he had Phantom to think about. He pulled out his grappling hook, out of options. He aimed it at the roof of the nearest building, grabbing Phantom’s waist-
Someone grabbed his foot as they were taking off. He kicked wildly, trying to get the agent to let go. His grip slipped.
He watched with growing dread as his grappling hook zoomed off by itself, eventually unhooking from the building and dropping to the ground below. He hoped whoever picked that up used common sense with it.
He tried to remember the feeling he got earlier when he hovered. He managed to get it for a few seconds before his vision blurred. Nonono not right now-
Curse things like blood sugar, always getting in the way when it’s the least convenient. He tried to power through it-
He dropped it, dropping them to the ground. He tried to take the impact for Phantom and popped back up, already in position to fight.
He could only hope somebody found them now.
He swung at one of the agents. The adrenaline and energy he’d had a few hours, hell, 20 minutes ago had greatly faded. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew with this one.
He saw Phantom out of the corner of his eye trying to blast weapons out of their hands as they fought. He knew, eventually, something would give.
Either they’d get back up, and they’d get to go to the cave, get some sleep. Talk about things, figure out what the fuck he’d been talking about earlier with the ghost stuff. This was the ideal outcome.
Or, they’d... lose. They’d get captured. Go to who knows where, where these losers in cheap white suits would do who knows what to them, and, if the way that they’d scrambled his com earlier was any indication, the bats wouldn’t be able to track them.
They’d be stuck there indefinitely. And Robin had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy to escape.
Before the Joker, if this had happened, he wouldn’t have even thought twice about it. In spite of his childhood in crime alley, he’d allowed himself to get caught up in the magic. He’d been compensating for a childhood spent knowing the lights could go off today because mommy didn’t pay the bill, that he could go hungry tonight because daddy had debts to pay and he used the grocery money to do it. That any day, he could seek out a friend he hadn’t seen in a while and learn that they had already passed away, way too young, because they were working with some villain or another, or they had starved, or froze to death, or-
Well. You get the picture.
As Robin, he’d never had to face any of that. It was Jason who’d had that experience. Maybe he shouldn’t have separated the identities so much.
Maybe he should’ve remembered the cocktail kits sooner. Maybe he should’ve been utilizing the alleys all along. Maybe he should’ve concerned himself with the kids of the alley more and been more involved, it had been his home for fourteen years for fuck’s sake-
Maybe his morals shouldn’t have been as rigid as the bat had insisted they be. He knew that Dick had left for a reason, and even though he hadn’t wanted to see it, and though he loved his papa, he was beginning to see where the logic had been flawed.
He heard a noise like someone cocking a gun somewhere behind him and felt himself get pushed down. He heard it go off and the aborted scream next to him.
He dared to look.
Phantom had been hit in the chest this time. He just barely clung to the edges of consciousness before going under. A bright ring of white light enveloped him before leaving him looking just like Robin in his civilian identity.
… They could unpack that later. He needed a plan-
What would Jason do? What would he have done-
Jason would’ve left Phantom behind ages ago. But that wasn’t who he was anymore. He had to think of something better-
He saw someone coming towards them out of the corner of his eye. He had blood covering his lenses and he wasn’t sure who’s it was as he wiped it off and grabbed the person coming at them by the wrist.
His vision swam again. Just a few more minutes-
He slammed them forwards and into the concrete wall, using their own weight against them. He grabbed the gun they’d been holding.
One of the few things he’d never been taught is shooting, but didn’t someone once say the best way to learn was real-world scenarios? He supposed it couldn’t get any more real-world than this.
He aimed for someone else’s gun. He squeezed the trigger. The recoil sent shocks down his arm and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his balance. He may not know anything about this, but he was certain that was wrong.
He heard a yelp. He opened his eyes back up to see he’d hit his mark, the gun in the other man’s hand showering them in small bits of plastic.
He tried to cock it to get it ready to shoot again.
He didn’t know too much about guns. Maybe he should’ve taken Willis’s offers to teach him how to shoot when he was smaller, but his mom had always begged him to wait until he was at least 16; Alfred’s attempts at teaching him had always been vetoed by the bat, and he was beginning to regret allowing Batman to do that.
He knew the damage a gun could cause. He knew people who’d been taken by a bullet before they met their fate. He’d always thought he’d never use one, always disliking the destruction and chaos they brought.
He never stopped to wonder what would happen the day he needed to cause the damage and chaos a gun brought with it. He didn’t figure out how to cock it.
A hand wrapped around his, making him drop the only weapon he had remaining. He tried to wiggle out of the grip before he saw they’d already grabbed Phantom. He remembered the glowing green rings that had shook the earth when Phantom first came to his aid.
The sun shine down on them, the dewy morning air still holding that bit of April chill. He took a deep breath, aiming away from Phantom.
He screamed. Loud, harsh, and unabashed as they started dragging them to a van. He caught a glimpse of Nightwing on a rooftop as he did so.
He almost had a spark of hope before the agent carrying him cracked him in the head with their gun before throwing him into the back of the van on top of Phantom.
He felt agents jumping into the van and peeling off. The van shook, like someone had landed on top of it. People began shouting.
“Please, Dickface,” he thought, “Please rescue us.”
A few miles later, he heard the shouts outside stop. He felt the weight on the roof be thrown off.
He could only hope whatever scrambled his com hadn’t completely killed the tracker in his belt as they were driven out to who knows where.
At least he’d found Phantom. At least he knew he didn’t have to go through another kidnapping alone.
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actualbird · 2 years
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assorted hc rambles that one way or another have something to do with the academia in tot's canon
wc: 1k
cuz even if i know this is a game of romance and wits and murder mystery law, hyv cant just drop the cast like the nxx team (aka vyn and artem have doctorate degrees, mc is a graduate attorney, luke has a master's in bioengineering, and marius is working on his master's in oil painting) and not expect me to want to know more about how theyre interacting with their specific spheres of academia
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stellis university's biology department is begging "Pearce, L." to please consider giving a guest lecture for their students, pretty please
i think it's very entertaining to remember that several departments at stellis university have a bunch of Celebrity Poster Students/Alumni/Profs.
psychology dept obviously has the graceful intelligent dr vyn richter and hoo boy, that incident back in his personal story 3 where for a hot sec the university believed a SKETCHY CALLOUT POST accusing him to be a TOXIC MANIPULATOR....okay thats pretty on par for the course of how social media works HAHA. but my point here is that vyn is beautiful and a great teacher and theres a fanclub for him and he was momentarily involved in juicy drama. hes the perfect poster prof, he brings in a lot of attention and, in turn, interested students.
the law dept obviously has artem wing, and theyve also got rising attorney mc too!! im not sure if ingrid rosworth is canonically also a graduate of stellis uni, but if she is, im sure the law dept can drop some spicy rumors about ingrid and artem's Bitter Rivalry or something
aaaand the fine arts department has The marius von hagen as a grad student, and that in itself is already a big draw and a bunch of publicity.
but what about the STEM nation?
luke pearce is the only person on the team that is in no way affiliated with stellis university. he got his master's degree at national central university, which (and i know i mentioned this before but i want to mention it again) is noted in the Big Data Lab to be a canonical rival school of stellis university
National Central University has been competing with Stellis University for the top-ranked college domestically for years, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses. [from the Big Data Lab entry on NCU]
which is already so hilarious to think about. can you imagine national central university and stellis university's sports teams go against each other for a big game and suddenly the nxx investigation team is divided due to school loyalties? luke's gonna be the lone ranger rooting for national central and everybodys gonna affectionately call him a traitor
but i digress.
while luke is the most lowkey of the team in terms of publicity/popularity he gets from the media, surely, surely this canonical genius' bioengineering contributions during his studies garnered attention from the nerds at stellis uni.
the master's thesis written by Pearce, L. is something many students and faculty have been fangirling/fanboying over the moment they read it, and it becomes known that Pearce, L. is currently residing in south stellis, and thus the dept keeps sending luke emails inviting him to do a guest lecture sometime
and he always just replies with a concise and friendly "No thank you! :D" because 1) hes got enough on his plate to do right now and 2) cuz of stupid school loyalties jhvJHVKSJHFS, hes not teaching on enemy territory
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"MY DISCIPLINE'S citation style is better than YOURS!!!"
luke (biology/engineering) and vyn (psychology/pedagogy) use APA. mc and artem (law) use The Bluebook Style. and marius, our sole trooper in the fine arts, uses MLA.
if ever the team have to collaborate with somebody else in the team who is outside of their respective discipline's citation style to co-author some research, blood will be shed. the chaos would be immense. everybody assumed they were using the same citation (i.e. whatever citation each of them were respectively used to) and then when they realize the formatting discrepancies, the ACADEMIC RIFTS IN MANUALS OF STYLE, everybody gets extremely defensive and comically overdramatic over their preferred format of choice
vyn, luke, and marius: //squinting at the bluebook format
vyn: this is...
marius: youre gonna be way too passive aggressive with your thoughts, what we need is blunt aggressive. this format sucks balls
artem: it does not suck balls
vyn: no, he's right, it does
marius, muttering to himself: oh that was a weird feeling, vyn saying im right
artem, louder: it doesnt!!
luke, looking at mc with the biggest saddest puppy eyes: w-when did you change so much...i...i thought i knew you, i trusted you 🥺🥺🥺
mc: STOP MAKING THAT FACE AT ME, I HAD TO ADAPT IN LAW SCHOOL. WHY ARENT WE BULLYING MARIUS??
marius: uh, cuz marius is right and holy and all of you are wrong?
vyn, immediately switching sides cuz he loves the drama: MLA is ridiculous. why on earth is the only number present in the in text citation the page number?
marius: cuz it's simpler and doesnt take for-fuckin-ever to read past?????
luke, grumbling: least MLA could do is have the year in the in text citation...
marius: thats what the works cited portion is for, bitch!
artem: so you want us to flip all the way to the works cited portion to see the year? that seems like it would take much longer to do, like it would take forever---
and this argument would go on for far too long.
moving on
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one day vyn is sick and has to postpone a class and...
if vyn comes down with the ails, he'll of course have to update his students about how he wont be coming in on that day.
now, he wanted to start off his email saying. "I am afraid I will have to postpone classes [...]" and whatnot, but vyn is Very Sick. he starts writing the email, passes out like a few words in, and when he wakes up he sees the email he had accidentally sent to all his students:
Good day, I am afraid
(based on this hilarious tumblr post)
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stardust-wanderlust · 7 months
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Ok - Real Talk
This fandom is wild. I’m seeing people write dissertations about how *that* side of the fandom doesn’t understand the nuances of *my* favs while completely ignoring the nuances of the rest of the characters (and it literally doesn’t matter if it’s the TopMew side or the Boston/SandRay side because I’ve seen these crappy takes for both though the TopMew ones seem to be more obnoxious about having to be right)
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OFS has everything:
A voyeuristic chaos gremlin
A Babygirl!Stalker
A depressed cokehead poor little rich boy
A depressed alcoholic poor little rich boy
A ‘King of the Side Hustle’ actual poor boy (who is just super over it all)
And the lesbians
So when someone says Mew is coming off as a little bland, it’s because he is not fitting with the full on Telenovela vibes of everybody else!
It’s also why I think the ‘master manipulator’ think pieces were so prevalent for the first couple episodes. People were just trying to figure out which soap character he was going to be. — I think he is going to be the *Tyra Banks ‘we were all rooting for you!’ Character (as Tyra)* living his best Lemonade!Era. And therefore we just haven’t seen it yet (we are only 5 eps in my dudes).
From day 1 the actors and creators of this show have said that nobody is really going to be all good or all bad. That means there are no villains (yes, that includes our favorite petty bitch!boston). But it also means that there are no heroes (or damsels in distress - no matter how much Ray tries).
So when I say that Mew is condescending and sanctimonious - I am not hating him. I’m just pointing out one of his flaws - they want us to see these character flaws.
It’s no different than when someone points out Ray’s financial condescension when he is cosplaying poor with Sand. I love Ray, he and all of his issues is my favorite in this show. But silver spoon, generational wealth, rich boys don’t understand poverty and can be very patronizing about it until they learn.
That is nuance. And this show is chock full of it.
So, as someone who is not really vibing with the “Standard Thai University BL” TopMew yet, I would like everybody to chill. TopMew are currently in their ~a little boring and bland~ 2gether era. But I have faith that Jojo and the other creators won’t be keeping them there for long (see the Ep. 6 preview 👀).
Remember, this is the Messy Gays being Messy show and Mew hasn’t gotten his chance to be messy yet.
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It is arguable that the environmental movement, funded largely by WEFers, is meant to distract from the systematic poisoning of our food and water. Putting aside geo-engineering, which few who farm do, the manipulated science that accompanied Covid flared suspicion about every Big Pharma product. And Big Pharma and Big Ag are married. Covid and the vaccine changed everything and everybody, even those who profited from it egregiously like the upper .01 percent. Naomi Wolf recently visited the denizens of the Upper East Side to find the former Masters of the Universe now feeling shame, going grey, wearing sweatpants, and confessing their injuries.
Recently, MIT invited Steve Kirsch to speak to undergraduates about the dangers of the Covid vaccine, a remarkable turnaround. Out in the wilder, wider world, throughout the early 2020s, a shift to rural areas took place. Many left the developed world to move to a freer (for them) developing nation. The principal driver on the right was suspicion of Covid, the vaccine, and the sudden authoritarianism shown by government. But the pandemic’s "science" and propaganda was so egregious, so absurd, that suspicions rose across the political spectrum about the the food we eat, the water we drink, and the pharma products we take. Even childhood vaccines are now showing a diminished uptake.
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HEADCANONS - THE TWO SIDES OF T.HOMA
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so everyone knows the nice side of our favourite housekeeper, the t.homa who knits sweaters for stray dogs and cats, who never turns down a request for aid, who fixes things for people and who knows everyone and everything going on in i.nazuma. the t.homa who enjoys the housework and will do anything, absolutely anything, for the k.amisato family-
-and that's the point. he'll do anything.
there are lines, of course, things he won't do (at least, not without justified cause), but he won't shy away from doing what is... necessary.
and the best thing about being t.homa is... well, people trust him. why wouldn't they? he's a sweet guy, he helps people, he enjoys cooking and cleaning and plays with the children. what's not to trust about a man who worries for the wellbeing of the local strays, who laughs at himself without fear, who takes the time to learn everybody's name, to listen to their troubles?
and he uses that. oh, does he use that.
AN EXPERT MANIPULATOR
his smiles and his charm aren't false - most of the time. but he weaponises both to lure people into a false sense of security, to put them at ease while he methodically breaks down their barriers and finds their weak points, even if he never intends to exploit them. he's made himself into the kind of person someone will happily tell their secrets to, who will look to him for aid or advice, who will unload their problems onto him because he is a fixer and he'll fix it for them.
and all the while, t.homa is keeping track of everything said, of every detail that might one day be important. because t.homa knows things; lots of things.
he has a keen eye for body language; for microexpressions and posture. most closed books are splayed open before him, unable to conceal their true emotions, their intentions, from his discerning gaze. there are those who escape him, of course, but they are few and far between.
because he knows the people around him, because he can read most of them so easily, he is like a puppet master guiding them along the paths he needs them to take. a quiet word here, a suggestion there, an innocent retelling of "idle gossip", and he manipulates people into doing what he needs them to do - and they do it, because it's t.homa. they can trust him, can't they?
part of being a fixer means sometimes getting others to do the dirty work, when you need to be seen with clean hands.
RUTHLESS; RESOLUTE
once given a task, there is little t.homa will not do to see it to completion. he prides himself on being reliable, on having that reputation as someone who can get things done. if the task can be completed in above-board ways, wonderful. but if he needs to utilise some more underhanded methods, he won't hesitate. he does what needs to be done - no more, no less.
and this is not a man who stands down easily. if the job requires it of him, he will be merciless in his pursuit of success. he won't hesitate to step on people to achieve the desired result. and, of course, if the job requires him to... rough someone up, for example, he won't even blink an eye at the violence necessary to send a message - or to remove a problem entirely.
that's not to say he takes delight in causing harm to another person - he doesn't. if something can be done without violence, he will always take the peaceful option first. but he will bloody his hands without hesitation if he has to.
LOYALTY LIKE NO OTHER
once you have t.homa in your corner, you have an ally for life (or until you break his trust, or wrong those he cares for). he will not only throw down his own life to come to your defense, but he will do whatever he feels is necessary to protect you, to avenge you, to help you. this is a man who threw a polearm at a literal god without hesitation, without flinching, without fear (and he'll do it again - he's watching you, ei.)
and his loyalty to the k.amisato estate is the strongest of all. they gave him a home, a family, when he had neither. his loyalty extends beyond a.yato and a.yaka, to everyone who lives and works within those walls, for anyone with close ties to his lord and his lady.
how aware a.yaka is of his darker responsibilities is unclear (this can be discussed with muns if required for interactions), but the majority of his jobs are ordered - no, requested - by a.yato. a quiet word, sometimes only a meaningful glance, and t.homa slips quietly from the estate to see it done. whether it's blackmail, threats, or worse - he won't fail him.
a.yato never asks for the details, and t.homa never gives them. the commissioner doesn't need to know where the bodies are buried to know they won't be found.
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We've had a hell of a day and I want to go home. And pour one out for a dear friend.
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His death is a heavy weight on all of our hearts. He will be sorely missed. By us. By the Master Detectives. By every booze retailer in town. Truly, Kanai Ward is lesser without him.
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That doesn't sound like good guy talk. We've succeeded in bringing an end to the internal strife plaguing Amaterasu, and helped Makoto to consolidate his power into an unapproachable citadel of control.
...let's hope for the best! d(^_^d)
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EVERYBODY DIED MAKOTO.
Our boss DIED.
The scientist we were supposed to question DIED.
Vivia LIVED and he's mad about it.
I'm glad you're happy but this was a complete shitshow on my end. Even if you wind up being a well-meaning saint I still kind of hate you for manipulating us into this.
Yomi manipulated Yakou into killing Huesca. Makoto manipulated Yuma into distracting Yomi. The entire Nocturnal Agency was the ball in a game of power between these two rich dipshits today.
I'm mad about it and I want to hit something, but I'm powerless in the face of the corporate machinations that have taken place here. All I can do is go home, cry about it, and pour my grief into a big pot of my arsenic and battery acid stew. T_T It was Chief's favorite.
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Maybe YOUR FACE is just a rumor.
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That comeback hits so much differently when delivered to a man never seen without a mask. At this time, Makoto's face is, in fact, a rumor. There exists no evidence of it being real.
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So what I'm hearing is "Anywhere but the Restricted Area." Not the Restricted Area, where we're at now, but the Restricted Area Restricted Area. The one nobody ever goes to, not even Peacekeepers, but there are allegedly shipments of corpses being trucked in.
Where we will most likely find the secret secret lab, instead of this classified secret lab.
Of course, even trying to go there at all is fucking reckless. I don't know how we're going to sell that to Yak--
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T_T
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Makoto, that looks like a ring box. So help me, if the next words out of your mouth are "You can give this to Kurumi when you propose" then I'm going straight to prison in the cell next to Yomi.
Yomi: The hell are you in for? Yuma: Punched Makoto square in the dick.
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I hope it's a bomb.
I mean. I do not. Hope it's a bomb. For obvious reasons. Because I do not want to open a bomb present.
But if it is a bomb, then at least we'll be able to brush away the ambiguity and know exactly where to stand on the Makoto subject. I would rather know that he's the enemy than continue to have to wonder.
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Halara, Yakou's been stone dead for at least ten minutes. You can stop with the chest compressions. There isn't a medical technician in this world that can bring him back from what I-- uh, the deadly assassin Fink did to him.
In seriousness, I talk a lot about how much of a poser Halara is. That they are not an emotionless stoic mercenary but try very hard to give off the image of an emotionless stoic mercenary. The traumatized desperation visible in Halara's unceasing attempts to resuscitate a body that has to be cold by now speaks volumes to the character buried beneath their façade.
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We'll go home and pour one out for him.
...does anyone else drink alcohol in this group? We may wind up pouring a lot out for him.
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It's okay. We got to say our goodbyes. Don't ask what that means.
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BESTIE NO. There's a very important moment of frozen time in recent events! If you make me have to do the Mystery Labyrinth and kill Yakou all over again, then so help me I will give you passive-aggressive silence for at least three days.
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Come to think of it, Fubuki would be a perfect lifehack answer to the whole "Mystery Labyrinth reaps the soul of the victim" conundrum. We use the Labyrinth, find the deeply held secrets, and then grab her hand and skip back a few seconds over that frozen moment. Bob's your uncle, we know everything and no one had to die for it.
Fubuki can fix the central moral conundrum baked into the premise.
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No, he's been through a lot. We spent hours undergoing an important emotional and philosophical journey five minutes ago. He's exhausted. I can't blame him.
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This is, once again, the recurring theme. The Mystery Labyrinth reveals tons of information but doesn't help. Whoop-de-dee, we learned about Yomi's corruption in the most secret hidden truth the Labyrinth held. Didn't matter. Makoto already got that information another way and confronted Yomi without our involvement.
The effect is mitigated only because Yakou was already dying. But otherwise it'd be another reaping of a soul for no goddamn reason whatsoever. In chapters 1 and 2, we reaped souls that didn't deserve it. In 3 and 4, the killings we committed contributed nothing of value whatsoever to the predicaments we were in.
Going into the Mystery Labyrinth never does anything good. How could it? It's a murder weapon. That's all it can be. I've been saying non-stop about the Peacekeepers that they are an institution of violence that exists for the sole purpose of violence and cannot be anything but violence. The same is true of the Mystery Labyrinth.
It only exists to kill.
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Oh good, Kurumi's here to offer half-informed advice about how it's super-virtuous that Yuma's killing people like this.
Okay Kurumi, I'm not gonna be too hostile 'cause I like you now. Let's hear what you've got.
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Oh, no, that has nothing to do with us. Don't even try to blame yourself for that.
In fact, it's the biggest irony of the case. After all that fuss we made, running out the door and trusting that his lanky bones won't keep up with us, it barely even mattered. Yakou's plan for tonight's entertainment was to round everyone up and take them to the same place I snuck out to visit anyway.
In fact, if we hadn't roped Makoto into our shenanigans, everything would have played out the way Yomi planned it, and it would have ended with all of us being shot Halara putting a few more dead cops on my tab.
If you think about it that way, your questionable plan to go ask Makoto to his face if he's doing shady shit was the curve ball that saved the day, Kurumi. You should take a victory lap. You gambled it all on black and came away with a big score.
In a roundabout butterfly-effect chain-reaction sort of way, Kurumi Wendy took down Yomi Hellsmile. Don't fuck with high school girls, man. They're feral.
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Do YOU have the answer to Photo Lady's identity!?
Kurumi, you are this close to getting Best Informant in Kanai Ward validation from me. That's not an accomplishment. You're the only informant in Kanai Ward. But still.
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BOOM, Photo Lady. Figured it was something like that.
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Unfortunately, Huesca was conspiring with Yomi, the head of the Peacekeepers. So. Obviously. The Peacekeepers weren't going to arrest Huesca over it, were they?
No, when you're in a pincer trap like that, there's only one outcome. She fell off a balcony onto some bullets. Accidental death.
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Yakou is no different from the Theater Girls in chapter 2. Someone close to him was murdered in a city where justice is a farce. Abusers thrive and victims get fucked. Even murder's just part of the game that unchecked capitalism is playing on its people. What other recourse did he possibly have?
When murder gets rewarded and cries for justice are brutally punished, the only option left to you is to become a murderer.
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It explains a lot about his behavior since we got here. Ever since the WDO burdened him with this huge investigation, Yakou's position has effectively been, "Guys, I'm begging you, PLEASE don't get me killed before I do."
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I'm not onboard with the overarching message of "Conviction is more important than being right or wrong," which keeps getting brought up. I think a lot of people have done terrible things with absolute conviction in what they were doing. It's good to doubt yourself and question if you're making the right choices.
But as a character beat, I respect this for Yakou. I honestly think, like the Theater Girls, Yakou did nothing wrong. But I can believe that Yakou believed that what he was doing was immoral. That on some level, a part of him was like, "Dude, we're really going to go full murder-suicide?"
But he chose to follow his feelings and do what his gut wanted him to do, even if it's "bad". He was true to himself, to the very end. That's why he was able to face Shinigami's oblivion with a smile on his face.
In a roundabout way, I think Yakou came close to my own philosophy of morality. He just phrased it differently.
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I really enjoyed the Watts post! He is an underrated favorite of mine and in particular the rooftop scene is one of my favorite character moments, for both him and Cinder, and you articulated something that always sat poorly with me when I read fandom interpretations of his speech and character in general. He's a far more interesting character than the one-note stooge that most seem to peg him for. As a sidebar, in that post you mention the possibility that someone could pour years into manifesting their semblance, only to find that they never had one. I'm curious about this. Are there any truly semblance-less characters? Besides Mercury, who was robbed, I thought anyone without an ostensible semblance had just never unlocked it, but had the potential inside, just waiting to be realized.
after cinder he’s easily the member of the cabal i find most interesting because there’s just… all these little details to add up. none of his character development is flashy or obvious but he’s also so integral to salem’s machinations and has this web of histories and grievances with so many other characters that he ends up feeling like one of the most fleshed-out secondary characters in the whole show. idk why people collectively decided to treat him like a cardboard cutout.
as for semblances! kind of? i would consider never realizing a latent semblance to be functionally the same as not having a semblance at all, and my read on semblances generally is that it’s not so much “unlocking your unique superpower” as it is “learning how to press your aura outward and whatever form it takes under the pressure of your identity and your desires and your needs will stick for the rest of your life,” i.e. the ability doesn’t meaningfully exist until the first time it happens creates the pattern for every subsequent use.
(i figure this is part of why traumatic semblances are so common. you react to intense acute stress so strongly that your aura imprints on it and then that follows you forever, for better or worse.) (the other part is that hyperarousal gives you a huge burst of energy by shutting down your digestive system, redirecting blood flow to your muscles, rapidly burning short-term energy reserves like fat, and dialing down non-essential processes like neurological hearing; within the world of rwby all of this would logically have the effect of boosting aura.)
the kids [pyrrha, nora, ruby] have actually stated a couple times that everybody does have a semblance—BUT, there are some important qualifiers attached:
1 - in after the fall, a semblance is defined as a “special ability unique to every warrior on remnant”
2 - in roman holiday, roman thinks of semblances as “one of those special abilities some people had that often seemed like magic”
3 - during the semblance conversation in volume five, ren indicates that the semblance is the most advanced kind of aura manipulation, the sort of thing you don’t begin to focus on until you’ve mastered everything else.
4 - neither jaune nor oscar had any idea what a semblance was until they entered the social circles of huntsmen, and jaune had never even heard of *aura.*
5 - “everybody has a semblance!” is also just… unverifiable, because anyone who doesn’t have a semblance is presumed to just not have found theirs yet, even if it’s taking an unusually long time.
so it seems to me like “everybody” actually means “every huntsman and huntress” and it’s fairly rare for people outside of these circles to have one. (as always, it bears repeating that rwby’s core cast is 100% huntsmen and military personnel, and the only noteworthy civilians characters are people who work for salem. expanded materials offer a lot more glimpses into what life is like for normal folks in this world, but our perspective is largely through the eyes of an elite warrior class.)
anyways, in the WOR episode on the subject, salem defines aura as a “life force” that flows through all living things. huntsmen are distinguished by their ability to “amplify and control their aura,” and semblances are merely a “projection of aura into a more tangible form.” this tracks pretty well with the mechanics shown in the story proper: it requires “intense concentration” to generate defensive aura, aura is exhausting to use at first but builds up like a muscle with regular exercise, and regeneration of depleted aura is not an automatic or natural process but rather an active technique (we see jaune practicing in volume seven, and ren remarks that he’s getting better at it). ergo, aura manipulation is not simply a matter of channeling the spiritual energy you naturally possess—you have to do something to charge it up first, and then you have to actively sustain that for as long as you intend to use aura.
[sidebar: this is a big part of why the narrative use of aura-breaking as a dramatic device works. it’s not a health meter. you don’t break a person’s aura by whittling down them down to zero, you do it by pushing them beyond the brink of their trained instincts and then breaking their concentration. the easiest method of doing so is by attrition, but a single blow they’re not expecting or not ready for works too.]
sooo taking all of these bits and pieces together:
1 - the existence of aura is common but not universal knowledge.
2 - aura cannot be manipulated in its natural, dormant state—it needs to be ‘released’ first, which can be done deliberately by an experienced practitioner (e.g. pyrrha) or by training (e.g. ruby) or during periods of acute trauma or stress (e.g. ren, nora).
3 - once a person’s aura has been released it requires serious effort and dedication to become worthwhile
4 - semblances are the highest level of aura manipulation; anyone who possesses a fully-realized semblance has mastered the discipline.
5 - spontaneous (usually traumatic) manifestation of a semblance seems to be fairly common but do not correlate to skill; e.g. ruby petal bursts once during training before even coming to beacon but it takes months, perhaps years before she’s able to do so consciously and consistently.
6 - aura itself is shown to be subject to normal human diversity of capability—if it’s possible to have an unusually large quantity of aura (jaune) then it must also be possible to have an unusually small amount.
7 - it’s also shown that a person’s aura can be permanently damaged: pietro’s aura never healed from removing pieces of it to make and remake penny.
8 - a person’s semblance can also be stolen or destroyed forever (mercury).
9 - it follows that aura disabilities must exist, both congenital and resulting from irreparable damage due to injury or illness. (i think this is probably why nora ended up with scars aura can’t heal; she overclocked herself so hard she injured her aura.)
so all in all i think it’s probably more common than not for people to just… not have a semblance. to have a dormant aura or a weak or erratic aura that can’t be amplified to the level required for aura manipulation or sustained at that level for prolonged periods of time. to have had a traumatic experience as a child that manifested your semblance and also burnt so much of your aura to keep you alive that your aura is all but nonexistent now. or even to be trained to the level of mastery in aura manipulation and never develop a semblance at all because you never ended up in the right moment to figure it out. like in principle everyone has the potential to manifest a semblance because it’s just a projection of aura shaped by your identity, but in practice aura manipulation is difficult and semblances are such a specialized and individual form of that discipline that it feels sort of like saying everyone has the potential to be an olympic gold medalist.
like, the cast of rwby comprises almost entirely professional warriors who are explicitly the best in the world at what they do. it makes zero sense to me to look at their proficiency in the magical discipline central to their profession and generalize that to the entire global population, imo, and far more sense to conclude that the kids are just kind of sheltered from what’s normal outside of their very restricted social circles.
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So I'm trying to write a "Scott has enough patience so he becomes the monster everybody kept forcing him to be" fanfic (keyword on the trying lol I'm not good at writing fanfics) and it got me thinking something.
What would make him actually snap, taking all the comments until the point he's tired of being the good guy and for once shut all of those comments down by going to the other side of the cause? I mean, he almost died -and actually died three times which is weird how he's handling it like he's pro at it -that could factor the mental side. The consistent negative comments from the "evil" characters (and from his own pack too wtf bro) so why can't the fandom write him an actual good evil plot??
Scott is smart enough on his own, he got outshined by Stiles and Lydia's since they're a lot smarter academically than Scott's (they dared asking him wtf AP stands for??? Just because he does bad in one class doesn't mean he's bad in every class ya get me? He stupid but he's not everyday stupid) so giving him some moments of darkness, and him actually do a type of "I don't harm innocents but I'll slit your throat if you harm one" type of manipulation evilness then expect me to die because I want that Evil Scott more than the typical Scott is a bad friend/true alpha/beta/hE forCEd [blank] shenanigans
Davis did Scott dirty by not making him bad from the Meet Nemeton Day episode alongside Stiles...full of potential to make Scott actually face his mental and emotional health but they have to make the definitely not supernatural token human jackhammer to become the bad boy of the week.
Sorry for the rant I just want you to know how I feel it could go down if Scott had a few loose screws and go downhill.
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I sense the frustration coming off this post and it's something I can empathize with but I feel I have to caution you -- and people who feel as you do -- about a bad habit we fans of Scott fall into. We let fandom's poison color our appreciation of our favorite character.
Peter never said that biting Scott was a mistake, and that he wished he had bitten Stiles that night in the wood. When Peter complained about Scott it's because Scott had too strong a will to fall for his manipulations. His complaints were never about Scott's inadequacies, but about Scott being 'morally bland' and 'incorruptible.' When fandom states that Scott wouldn't have a chance against Peter, the first person in line to disagree would have been Peter, considering his canonical behavior.
Derek didn't resent the Master Plan because he recognized that Scott's actions saved him and his pack. In fact, he chose to learn from Scott and became a better person. Part of that evolution is that he stopped caring about the Hale legacy or revenge; the only reason he came back to Beacon Hills was for Scott. In the end, Scott's influence enabled Derek to become a True Alpha as well. His last words weren't to Stiles or Peter, after all. It's only parts of the fandom that think that Scott took something away from Derek or brainwashed him into a cult.
Theo and the Doctors recognized that the threat to their plans that Scott represented. After all, he was the only one that had to be eliminated. Deucalion told Scott that it was him that Gerard was truly afraid he couldn't beat. This was what was on the screen, and that's the only thing that fans of the show should take into account.
And not just the villains. The Sheriff of Beacon County turned to Scott when the crime was supernatural. Satomi Ito. His mother. Hellhounds. Banshees. Even Stiles. They all believed, even if they were angry with him, that Scott would be able to save the day. They didn't care that he got a D on a test or that he took summer school, because they weren't looking for a reason to dislike him. That's what parts of the fandom do, and for the chance to shift attention to the nearest shitty entitled white boy.
Because Scott did have moments of darkness and violence, no matter how much parts of the fandom want to diminish them, but the difference is he overcame them, no matter how much parts of the fandom want to act as if he didn't. Heroes have something different that marks them as such, and they have had it since humankind first started writing heroic stories. I would tell you what it is, but I'll let Derek say it from The Divine Move (3x24).
DEREK: When there's no chance of winning, he keeps fighting. When all hope is lost, he finds another way. And when he's beat down, he stands up again.
Scott's darkness is Despair. It's the temptation to give up, to recognize that his opponents are too powerful for him to care about other people, that he can't win without becoming like them, that what he wants is forever out of his reach because of what was done to him.
This includes Night School (1x07) when he barely manages to shake off Peter's mental enslavement. This includes Battlefield (2x11) when he has every reason to give into Gerard's manipulations, including his own mother's pleas and threats to Stiles and Allison. This include Motel California (3x06) when he convinces himself that his suicide would be the best thing he can do for everyone else. This includes The Divine Move where he pushes aside the memory of Allison dying in his arms to take care of Stiles while finding a way to win. This includes the entirety of Season 4 to the moment he rips that skull off his head. This includes the end of Status Asthmaticus (5x10), when he asks "why would they come back?" instead of focusing on what was done to him.
This is what happened, in both the show and the movie. This is what this story was about. This is why he is the heroic lead protagonist. This is why we like him, not because he never touched the darkness, but because he did touch the darkness and he rejected it. Well, maybe I'm being too presumptuous, but that's why I like him.
But too often, I think we've allowed ourselves to be blinded by an overwhelming majority of fandom who wanted a white guy instead so much that they'll look for ways to bash Scott. And they have to bash him really hard in order to make the real hero a guy who broke into Scott's house, threw him up against the wall and threatened to kill him on their third meeting and then bit four kids to serve as soldiers in a war. They have to bash really hard in order to make the real hero a guy who was so much of a coward that he worked with the woman who burned his family alive in order to get what he wanted. They have to bash really hard to make the real hero a teenager so fundamentally insecure that he lied to every single person he loved about an accidental death and then worked with there enemies to cover it up, selling his best friend out in the process.
So we spend time defending Scott from these people and their fanon creation -- and don't get me wrong, it's a good thing we do that -- but we have to remember that they are wrong. Absolutely wrong. Because their alternative version comes from banality and racism, and the story they wanted would be full of brutality, selfishness, and the capitulation to the worst instincts of human nature.
So my advice to you is to keep that frustration, but direct it at the media that actually deserves it.
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LCDrarry 2022 Master List
Dear lovely Participants, Creators, Alpha and Beta Readers, Cheerleaders, Readers and Fans of our fest,
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One More Lantern by vivi1138
Prompt: "xxxHOLiC", 2006, Series Podficcer: bluedreaming Word Count/Duration: 8,396 words/47 Minutes Rating: Teen and up Warnings: smoking, spirits
Summary: Harry is plagued by spirits who seem intent on devouring him, and there’s only one place they can’t follow: a house hidden in wizarding London, belonging to Draco Malfoy. Harry didn’t intend to stay. He certainly didn’t foresee falling in love. Yet here they are. A slice of life where Draco is a sap, Harry buys ice cream, and spirits keep throwing their peaceful life into chaos.
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feels like the most important thing in the whole world
Prompt: "Young Royals", 2021, Series Artist: kairennart Art Medium: Digital Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: Prince Draco, after getting into a club fight and staining his reputation, is forced by his parents to attend a boarding school far away from home. There, he meets Harry.
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Chosen by Destiny
Prompt: "Merlin", 2008, Series Artist: digthewriter Art Medium: Digital. Filters and Photo Manipulation Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: Bound by destiny.
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[Art] The Strictly Curse
Prompt: "Strictly Come Dancing", 2004-2022, Series Artist: Ladderofyears Art Medium: Watercolour Pencils Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: When Harry and Draco are paired together in the first series of magical Strictly Come Dancing, the unthinkable happens. The Strictly Curse hits, and they fall in love.
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Howl's Moving Drarry
Prompt: "Howl's Moving Castle", 2004, Hayao Miyazaki Artist: OkaySky Art Medium: Digital art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: A digital screenshot redraw from Studio Ghibli's Howl's Moving Castle featuring Harry as Sophie, and Draco as Howl.
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The flames are part of us
Prompt: "Promare", 2019, Hiroyuki Imaishi Artist: P_pato_roldnart Art Medium: Digital art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: Harry has never had any doubt to stop and extinguish the flames and their fire wielders. After his first encounter with their Leader Draco Malfoy, Harry is starting to get suspicious of the Ministry and their intentions to catch every witch and wizard that can control fire.
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Glowing like a star
Prompt: "Stardust", 2007, Matthew Vaughn Artist: Sator Art Medium: Digital art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: A star shines brightly when his heart is happy.
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One Summer's Night
Prompt: "Whisper of the Heart", 1995, Yoshifumi Kondō Artist: honeyrinee Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Content: female drarry
Summary: Harry and Draco go out for a bike ride one summer's night.
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take my hand, take my whole life too
Prompt: "Crazy Rich Asians", 2018, Jon M. Chu Artist: ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: dinner at the newton food centre
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At Last I See the Light
Prompt: "Tangled", 2010, Nathan Greno & Byron Howard Artist: julchen_in_red Art Medium: paper, cross-stitch Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: On a placid lake, near a storied castle famed for illumination, all at once everything looks different.
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[Art] Good Night and Have a Pleasant Tomorrow
Prompt: "Saturday Night Live", 1975-2022, TV Show Artist: written_in_ash Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none
Summary: It's Weekend Update with Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter!
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A game without winners
Prompt: "Hunger Games: Catching Fire", 2013, Francis Lawrence Artist: Gnarf Art Medium/Word Count: Digital Art & 311 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture
Summary: Fate picked us. Two strangers. Fighting to survive. Delivering the show they wanted to see.
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Recipe for Life
Prompt: "No Reservations", 2007, Scott Hicks Authors: Drarrelie and Janieohio Artist: MarinelilP Word Count: 66,202 words Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: Explicit Warnings: Off-Screen Character Death (as per the original movie), Orphaned Pre-teen
Summary: Draco has the perfect life. He’s a star chef at one of Manhattan’s most highly acclaimed wizarding restaurants, he has a lovely apartment in Brooklyn facing the park, and in just a few days, his best friend and her daughter are coming up from Virginia for their yearly summer visit. Life couldn’t be better. True, he would’ve preferred it if his dependable sous chef hadn’t been counting down for her maternity leave. He could have lived without the hassle of finding her replacement. But life isn’t always made to order. A love story in thirteen courses. Bon appétit! 🥣
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Goodnight, and Have a Pleasant Tomorrow
Prompt: "Saturday Night Live", 1975-2022, TV Show Author: Phoebe_Delia Word Count: 1,428 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None
Summary: It’s Weekend Update with Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter!
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little fools
Prompt: "The Great Gatsby", 2013, Baz Luhrmann Author: sunflake Word Count: 2,704 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: none
Summary: "I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy." — "The Great Gatsby"
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I have not yet forgot myself to stone
Prompt: "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", 2004, Michel Gondry Author: elskan_ellis Word Count: 3,230 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: references (no details) to child abuse and war crimes from canon, PTSD
Summary: This time, he thought it was going to be a different kind of new start.
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Forever and Always
Prompt: "Brooklyn Nine-Nine", 2013, Series Author: FirepawSupremacy Word Count: 3,700 words Rating: Mature Warnings: none
Summary: The man looked sheepishly at Harry. “Sorry, Harry, but… one of my people has to win.” He disappeared, leaving a flabbergasted Harry behind. The betrayal… Harry slumped down, sitting on the table when he heard Draco’s voice outside the door. “Draco! Draco, in here! In here. Help!” He pleaded to his boyfriend, whose eyes darkened in interest when he stumbled into the room. “Please, let me out.” “Oooooh. Hello, tied-up Harry. Why would I want to get rid of such a delicious sight?” he asked, hand slowly tracing Harry’s collarbone. Damn his ability to seduce me. OR It's annual heist time, and our beloved couple fight to be crowned 'Amazing wizard/genius'.
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Havin' a Good Time
Prompt: "Shaun of the Dead", 2004, Edgar Wright Author: ChibisUnleashed Word Count: 4,811 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Zombies, Violence, Comedic Violence, implied/ambiguous minor character death, death as a general theme, Dead People
Summary: Here's the plan: take car, go to Mum's, deal with Lucius (Sorry Lucius), grab Ron and Hermione, go to the Three Broomsticks, have a butterbeer, and...
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May the odds be ever in their favor
Prompt: “Hunger Games: Catching Fire“, 2013, Francis Lawrence Author: Nelween Word Count: 6,327 words Rating: Mature Warnings: mention of death, mention of blood, nightmare
Summary: After the war that had drowned the country in misery, the Ministry developed a video game. The winners got money and the losers got their name put in a data base until, once a year, the Minister chose twenty-four candidates to participate in the ultimate battle royal. Last year, Harry and Draco miraculously survived the tournament and thought they could finally live their life in peace. That was, until they received a letter from Minister Riddle himself.
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rumour has it
Prompt: "Merlin", 2008, TV Series Author: epsilonargus Word Count: 8,547 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: None
Summary: Slytherin King Draco Malfoy overhears the wrong conversation, and discovers court wizard Harry Potter is to be engaged to Ginny Weasley. That's fine, he's not devastated or anything—he would survive this. He has always known after all, that he must love the prat in secret.
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Purge
Prompt: The Forever Purge", 2021, Everardo Valerio Gout Author: Gnarf Word Count: 8,914 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - The Purge Fusion, Guns, Weapons, Breaking and Entering, Drinking, Foster Care, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Running Away, Torture, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Blood and Violence, Murder, Arson, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Morally Grey Harry Potter
Summary: Harry had made it fifteen years through foster care before he packed up his things at age sixteen and ran. The American dream, that's what it was called in movies, right? Maybe he could have that too. The Purge was only once a year and usually a little price to pay. Until the American dream turned out to be a posh Brit moving in next door just before the Purge, revealing secrets to Harry he had never dared to dream of.
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The Pirc Defence
Prompt: "The Queen’s Gambit", 2020, Series Artist: sleepstxtic Word Count: 10,267 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: None
Summary: “Would you like to play some chess?” Harry asks, eyes fixed firmly on the horizon, feet dangling over the sapphire sea. He leans back on his hands, palms face-down, hair flying in the wind, and he is beautiful like this, Draco thinks. The way he seems to belong to this place, barefoot, tanned, like an island boy come home to roost. They were rivals, and they were lovers, and they were the greatest chess players of their generation. Exactly in that order.
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Plausible Deniability
Prompt: "White Collar", 2009-2014, Series Author: Bearixt Word Count: 10,500 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None
Summary: “Harry, being released to you is simply an opportunity that arose from this—one that I will grab while I can. You call the shots; I just give my expert advice. You want to catch this copycat, don’t you?” “One Draco Malfoy in this world is already enough,” Harry mutters. Staring straight at him, he crosses his arms. “That’s it? No tricks, no hidden agendas?” Draco raises his hands. “You’re right. Christmas and New Year were boring, and I can’t imagine celebrating my birthday here when I can be out partying.” “I won’t let you out just so you can have fun, Malfoy. You’re a criminal.” — An ex-con man works with the agent responsible for his incarceration to catch a thief.
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Woke Up This Morning
Prompt: "Russian Doll", 2019, Series Author: CreepingMyrtle Word Count: 10,553 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Temporary character deaths
Summary: The party was swirling on the other side of the door. Harry opened his eyes, looked at his reflection in Luna’s bathroom mirror, and said as calmly as he could, “What the fuck.” Harry Potter keeps dying. And dying. And dying again, and Draco Malfoy is sharing his death loop.
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i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones
Prompt: "Merlin", 2008, Series Author: DevilRising Word Count: 10,722 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: mentions of illness, death, and homophobia
Summary: "This is my decision, and it is final, Draco!" "But father! It isn't necessary. The army is the strongest it's ever been; who would dare attack us?!" Lucius shook his head, his eyes alight with rage. "Are you questioning my authority?" he asked, his voice low; dangerous. "Magic has never been a larger threat to this kingdom. I can not have the crown prince unable to defend himself." Draco swallowed hard, his blood boiling. He couldn't argue though, not publicly. He grit his teeth, saying, "My apologies, my Lord." OR The one where Harry is hired to teach Draco how to use a sword, and they fall in love.
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Welcome! Everything is Fine.
Prompt: "The Good Place", 2016, TV Series Author: melociraptor Word Count: 12,432 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, mentions of a bus accident, brief scene at a hospital
Summary: Draco dies and goes to heaven! Or does he...
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embrace the deception
Prompt: “Psych”, 2006, Series Artist: vocatives Word Count: 13,522 words Rating: Mature Warnings: no archive warnings apply; reference to off-stage murder; implied sexual content; anti-Auror sentiment
Summary: Draco Malfoy shouldn’t feel like the stable one, not when he spends his days pretending to have clairvoyant powers and solving mysteries with Neville Longbottom. Harry Potter, however, seems to be on the edge of a breakdown, and he’s growing increasingly obsessed with his former rival.
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Summer Place
Prompt: "WandaVision", 2021, Series Artist: wolfpants Word Count: 14,201 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Accidental drug use
Summary: Draco has the perfect life: a perfect house on a perfect street with his perfect husband. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So why does something still feel wrong?
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Prince of Starlight
Prompt: "Tangled", 2010, Nathan Greno & Byron Howard Author: OutstandingMoralFiber Word Count: 14,261 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: None
Summary: When Harry climbs up a lone, hidden tower to escape a hippogriff, the last thing he expects is to come face to face with a frying pan, then almost die. Thrice. But what is an adventure without some high stakes and romance? 🌙✨
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Waiting for the hint of a spark
Prompt: "The Magnus Archives", 2016, Podcast Author: Pineau_noir Word Count: 14,373 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Horror, Body Horror, The Magnus Archives typical horror
Summary: “Statement of Elphias Doge.” Draco raises his eyebrows, but continues, “regarding an unusual apparition he saw during the first and second wizarding war against…” Draco turns off the turntable. “You knew this was a possibility when you were assigned,” he whispers to himself. He's honestly a bit surprised this is the first statement to mention the Dark Lord. He's been at the job nearly a month. When he’s more confident his voice won’t warble, he starts the recording again. “Against Voldemort.” A Pause. “Statement begins.”
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How To Train Your Werewolf
Prompt: "How to Train Your Dragon", 2010, Chris Sanders & Dean DeBlois Author: Clueless_Pigeons Word Count: 14,485 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Werewolves, small descriptions of violence, wounds, blood and injury, light angst
Summary: Werewolves are the largest group of outcasts in the whole Wizarding World. One night, every month, they attack everything that comes across their path. Somehow Draco Malfoy finds himself living in a village that gets attacked frequently by a nearby werewolf pack.
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Once Upon a Walk in the Woods
Prompt: “Sleeping Beauty”, 1959, Wolfgang Reitherman, Clyde Geronimi, Eric Larson, Les Clark Author: Dexiha Word Count: 15,670 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Sleeping Curse, Mentions of blood, Imprisonment
Summary: It was prophesied that before the sun set on Draco’s eighteenth birthday, he’d fall victim to a curse which would send him into a deep sleep from which he’d never wake. At least, that’s what his father had told him for as long as he could remember. And it was the reason his parents kept him locked inside of his rooms.
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Perdition
Prompt: "Constantine", 2005, Francis Lawrence Artist: makeitp1nk Word Count: 21,234 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: necromancy, blood, mentions of suicide, magical creature attack, panic attacks, immoral Ministry, murder
Summary: Ten years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy commits suicide. Or so it appears. Determined to find the truth, Auror Rosier discovers more than he bargained for with the help of a man who disappeared a decade prior -- the one and only, Harry Potter.
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Draco's First Holiday
Prompt: "The Holiday", 2006, Nancy Meyers Author: Meowfoy Word Count: 26,032 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: none
Summary: Draco catches Blaise cheating, breaks up with him and decides to leave his French Villa behind to swap houses with a woman named Hermione and her husband Ron. His relaxing vacation becomes far more interesting when a handsome stranger (Harry) knocks at his door in the middle of the night. They meet and get to know each other, and suddenly Draco feels much better about his decision to leave France behind for Britain.
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Believe: The Gentlemage's Game
Prompt: "Ted Lasso", 2020, Series Author: TheGoblinMatriarch Word Count: 26,514 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: none
Summary: The pureblood sport of Shahmat has its cult following but has been dwindling in popularity in recent decades, so a corporate team of marketing experts, league owners, and investors punch up the sport with new rules that make it easier to follow, more appealing to the muggleborn crowd, generally sexier. As part of the launch, Richmond’s Hellhounds, now owned post-divorce by Pansy Parkinson, have hired Harry Potter to see them through the new rules. Can Harry successfully coach a sport he’s never heard of before? Will Hermione be able to handle people knowing more than her about something? Will there be kissing? (yes, nobody panic, there will be kissing)
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catch a falling star
Prompt: "Stardust", 2007, Matthew Vaughn Author: flintandfuss Word Count: 27,747 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: mild gore, violence
Summary: A star falls. A hidden evil stirs. And beyond the wards of The Wall, three friends embark on a quest in a twice-magic land. Their mission? Retrieve the fallen star and win a date with the lovely Cho Chang. But nothing across the Wall is what it seems. And for Harry Potter, finding the star is only the beginning. *** Harry was off his broom in an instant, lost in a fantasy of bestowing Cho with a glittering rock the size of his fist. Its beauty would pale beside Cho’s soft smile. 'I knew it would be you, Harry,' she’d whisper, her hair falling in a gentle curtain as she leaned in to— “Were you trying to kill me with that glorified tree branch, or are you as blind as those hideous glasses suggest?”
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Murder For You
Prompt: "Lucifer", 2016, Series Author: Rei382 Word Count: 30,220 words Rating: Mature Warnings: (mention of) murders, slut shaming, threats of violence, recreational drinking, mention of recreational drug (potion) use, homophobia, mention of intended infantifide, mentioned self hate
Summary: When Auror Harry Potter is called to the scene of a crime, he thinks it will be just another murder case. But when it turns out that the victim is an acquaintance of his civilian advisor and childhood nemesis, one Draco Malfoy, he's no longer sure that will be the case. Harry doesn't want to believe his colleagues' suspicions about the culprit, but when a second victim connected to Draco Malfoy turns up, he has no choice but to admit the truth. Draco Malfoy is an essential player in this case, and Harry is determined to find out why.
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Our Time
Prompt: "Arrival", 2016, Denis Villeneuve Author: Mosrael Word Count: 39,761 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Time weirdness, disorientation, break up/make up (with an HEA), a bit of trauma and grief
Summary: Draco Malfoy is an expert in Ancient Runes at Oxford University’s College of Advanced Magical Studies. When he isn’t at the head of a lecture hall, he spends his time alone in cavernous libraries with only crumbling scrolls and runic dictionaries for company. One day, a group of Ministry officials interrupts his research with the aim of recruiting him to lead an elite team of investigators in a top-secret race against time to decrypt a set of recently uncovered ancient runes that threaten the very fabric of time. Draco feels certain he can save the world, if only he didn’t keep getting distracted by his co-lead, one Chief Cursebreaker Harry Potter. If only that distraction didn’t evolve into something so much more.
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To Be Loyal, Brave, and True
Prompt: "Mulan", 1998, Tony Bancroft, Barry Cook Author: Purplehotmess Word Count: 41,474 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Canon-typical Graphic Depictions of Violence, Unforgivables
Summary: apprivoiser (French) - Literally translates to “to tame”; to form a bond with one another; to become known to each other through small moments Where a fluffy little Pygmy Puff, who's not really a Pygmy Puff, steals Harry Potter's heart and helps defeat the Dark Lord.
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Rush [For A Gap That Exists]
Prompt: "Rush", 2013, Ron Howard Author: sleepstxtic Word Count: 42,012 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Sexual Content, Graphic Depictions of Injury and Recovery
Summary: There is something about racing that sets your blood on fire: the speed, the thrill, the action. The rev of the engines, thunderous as they charge down the track, the trail of sparks that fly in their wake. This is not for the faint of heart; and yet, there is a story here, one that is fragile and tender. A story of love and loss that grew amidst the most infamous rivalry in Formula One history: the story of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
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Englishman Extraordinaire
Prompt: "Falling Inn Love", 2019, Roger Kumble Author: BlueSundayCake Word Count: 45,326 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Panic attacks, unhealthy relationships (not main pairing), near-death experience, FTM trans character, vaginal sex
Summary: When Draco's life goes to shit, he gets scammed. Maybe it's for the best. Who doesn't love new beginnings?
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My Big Fat Weasley Wedding
Prompt: “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”, 2002, Joel Zwick Author: slyth_princess Word Count: 65,109 words words Rating: Mature Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol
Summary: A decade after the war, Harry Potter is lost. There was a time when he knew exactly who he was, where he was going, and what he wanted. He is not that man anymore. Until one day he decides he is done. No more wearing clothes that don't fit, stuck in a job that was meant to be temporary, and simply coasting through his life. He has a plan. And, unsurpisingly, every single Weasley and honourary Weasley seems to have an opinion about it. But it's fine. Harry knows he is doing the right thing. What he didn't plan for, however, was to find love in the most unexpected place. And with the most unexpected person. Still, it's going to be fine. Like he said, he has a plan. Weasley opinions be damned. He's got it all under control. Doesn't he? Featuring a million Weasleys, a daft labrador, and a whole bunch of people just trying to figure out their lives.
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In the Bleak Midwinter
Prompt: "Peaky Blinders", 2013, TV Series Author: fools_errand Word Count: 105,439 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Minor Character Death, Gambling, Substance Abuse (Magical Herbs), Attempted Assault (Not Main Pairing), Tragic Sirius
Summary: After serving in the border wars for the ever-expanding dominion of Lord Voldemort, Draco and his cousins have returned to Hogsmeade to resurrect the old Black Family name in crime. But when a shipment of wands bound for the front lines falls into their possession, they find themselves at the centre of an investigation backed by the Dark Lord himself. Draco’s ambitions lie far beyond the borders of Hogsmeade, however, and he won’t let anything get in his way – except maybe a bespectacled newcomer to town, who knows more about the missing wands than he’s letting on.
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