#scary dragon appears out of nowhere

[talesfromdvalin]

A DARK HORSE

cr - @jam8366 You're teaching Neuvillette how to feel. Translate or reblog is alright, but only if you remember, that I may ask you to delete if I would not alright with your blog. Thank you. The place I live most of all. MASTERLIST.

He's learning to understand human emotions, though he's finding it difficult - the longer the water dragon ruled the court, the more questions clogged his head. He had no suitable answers. Everything that brought him thoughts was keyed from within the fountain of Lucine, and that is where Neuvillette goes when he gets unbearably homesick.

"Dreary," of course, is a relative term. The loneliness of a water dragon is very different from the loneliness that Furina experienced; and yet it runs through his veins.

Neuvillette noticed you around the same fountain more and more often. Usually you were already gone when he approached, but he was fascinated that your voice was nowhere to be found in the vastness of the ocean. He'd never heard it, of course, but Neuvillette would certainly recognise it. So why do you come?

Neuvillette asked you that question once. He stayed to wait, and when the time came, he approached. His voice sounded particularly quiet, not like the ships. You laughed - it made sense why Nyovilette had not heard your fate.

It brought mystery. What did your soul weep for, what did it rejoice in, what did it love? The man - aka absolutely anyone - aroused curiosity. Like a small child wanting to stir up an ant's nest to see what was inside.

Of course, he wasn't interested in you alone. Every man is exceptional; that makes him a mass into which Neuvillette had yet to burrow. If the local waters helped him to know the hidden things, how do people cope without clues…?

Neuvillette looked at the little child. The mother standing beside him was comforting, oohing and aahing and fidgeting around the boy who had fallen. A small scratch on his leg, a consequence.

Did it hurt…? Neuvillette watched from a distance, trying not to draw attention, but your appearance made him flinch. Yes, he couldn't understand why the boy was crying over such a trifle - how vulnerable the soul must have been born, or how weak the human body was…? It would have been reasonable to ask, but the water dragon was not used to intervening on his own. Besides, it was a kind of detective game to try his hand at being a spiritual and material expert, digging out clues and putting them together. Except that you brought a red stain to Neuvillette black and white picture, diluted with water, and he learnt that the child was crying not because of pain or sadness, but because his mother was letting him know that the fall was something scary, and that if the parent had just laughed and picked the boy up, nothing would have happened.

Honestly, it didn't fit into Neuvillette understanding, but he chewed over everything you gave and accepted it. Who better to know the man than the man? He is often rather uncomfortable asking people directly why they do things this way or that, and although the water dragon has cultivated an immunity to embarrassment, it is probably best to have his own 'guide' to the new world so as not to disturb and worry the people. It could very well have been you, but…. you had your own reasons for refusing.

You didn't like people. Or rather, you didn't like being among them. Neuvillette didn't offer any requests or deals for that very reason-being a "guide" meant taking you out of your comfort zone, which was something a man couldn't afford to do, to put it mildly. Still, there was one feeling that made Neuvillette both anxious, curious, and indifferent. He wanted to learn these subtleties, but preferably not on himself, and so the water dragon carefully searched for manifestations of family love, fake love, sincere love, romantic love and friendly love.

"Well, you can take care of me," you said jokingly when Neuvillette shared an inquisitive fact, "and I'll take care of you. And we will experience love whether we want to or not."

From this expression Neuvillette concluded that love could not be chosen but he did. It was a conscious decision to be more interested in you than in others.

I wonder if he loved you. The water dragon saw your vomiting, nausea, drinking, singing and dance-like movements. You thought it made him disgusted, but in fact absolutely not - Neuvillette can't be disgusted through the normal human body, so you absolutely denied everything but friendship in your head. This freed up your heart to flirt with other people. Neuvillette learnt from you, and didn't really understand why you weren't interested in him if you promised each other. Is the love he was trying to know really a different kind of love for a man? And you… and you were friends. You loved him with a different love.

One day you asked him for help. You had to create a situation where you would be alone with Risley, which was quite difficult, because you had never been a criminal, and Risley rarely left the fortress. It was a strange, incomprehensible feeling; you were familiar with the wolf even before you started communicating with Neuvillette , but somehow Neuvillette felt like if he granted your wish, it wouldn't make anyone better.

The water dragon asked why you wanted to meet him so badly. You confessed that you've been communicating by letters for a long time, and it seems that Risley has the same "love" for you. If you see each other, you will sort out your relationship. And Neuvillette . wanted to help. He didn't know how to upset those he held dear, and if it meant you would smile at someone other than him but remain happy, the man saw no reason to object.

Yes, you met Reesley. And Neuvillette had sinned - learnt the details from both sides. They seemed too different, too contradictory. Wolf said he did offer you a serious relationship and you asked for time to think about it. You told Neuvillette that nothing special had happened. Oh, good. The water dragon overcame the embarrassment, right? He asked you directly how you felt about him.

"Friendship," you were hard-pressed by the question, because you were afraid Neuvillette confession would be awkward, unnecessary, and you automatically felt guilty that you'd misunderstood each other when you'd agreed on permanent companionship, "care, respect. I want to be there for you when you're homesick and help you cope with heavy emotions. I know it's not easy for you alone, and I promised you companionship and support.

Then Neuvillette asked another question: how do you feel about Risley?

You already wanted to cut off the dialogue and go cry from hopelessness and resentment. It was all wrong. You couldn't agree to romantic intimacy, but you couldn't break the heart of the one you actually cared about the most, either.

"I'm interested in him," you said softly but firmly in response, "I want to find out how far our relationship with him can go.

"But you don't want to find out with me? - Neuvillette spoke as if he wasn't in pain, and in fact he was. Neuvillette just wanted answers,-I wish it."

How creepy and scary; answering honestly was all you had to do. And yet. maybe love is a choice after all, and you can choose to love Neuvillette ? He's never treated you badly. He was always there for you. Neuvillette remained the purest of beings, revealed his secret, told his story and all the details you wanted to know, trusting that you wouldn't share it with anyone.

The silence remained a needle in Neuvillette soul. He raised his hand when you opened your mouth; it was a kind of call to silence. The water dragon understood without words.

Progress.

And the longer you pondered the question, the further your pity drifted away - in truth, you didn't sympathise with Neuvillette any more than you might have worried about the broken heart of an inexperienced schoolboy confessing his love. It was an old creature, grown up and conscious, breathing different air, drinking different water, feeding on the power of the elements when your body demanded vegetables and tea.

You. fell in love. In an instant. It wasn't close to talking about feelings for Risley; they were, after all, sparked by interest, curiosity, not delayed in developing. And here it was quite different. After maybe a couple of months, Neuvillette called you to show you something underwater. He wanted to share a place he'd discovered not too long ago, and a dragon rarely shared much. You stopped halfway through because you, um. wanted to take a chance. Huge, empty space, just fish all around, and not even the seaweed reached down to the level where you were. And down below, a terrible, black darkness. It was as if it was sinking to the lowest level, flowing into the ordinary water of the Teiwat.

"I've never seen you in your true form," she suddenly uttered, running water into her mouth for the first time in a long time. Neuvillette froze.

"It's true," he didn't realise what you were getting at, though some suspicion crept into his head. And soon you shrugged, as if calling for action.

"Even divers don't swim in here… and if someone did notice, I don't think they'd believe them. People haven't learnt how to take underwater photos yet. I'd like to meet you again. But I'm not interested if such an acquaintance would make you uncomfortable," you chose your words carefully, telling the truth.

Neuvillette smiled. You had seen that smile so rarely that for some reason you smiled too. He didn't have to be asked twice. A strange peacefulness crept down the dragon's back as he asked you to rise above his neck so you wouldn't accidentally get into trouble. Turning into a creature of this magnitude was biting at your lungs; a marvellous bodily dissolution, glowing and feeling the hard impenetrable skin beneath your feet. You managed to grasp the small protrusions of large needles to keep from falling off and being swept aside, while Neuvillette continued to grow a long, agile tail. His primordial body was flexible and slender, with long horns and whiskers pushing back from his flat, oblong skull. When the transformation was complete, you saw a huge creature hovering in the water like a bird caught in an air current.

You pushed off the scales with your feet, swimming swiftly up to the dragon's muzzle and examining the intricacies of the broad muscles. It resembled an axolotl - snow-white and blue, marine, enjoying the freedom of its body. Yes, Neuvillette felt wonderful. The power released at last was boiling in his cold blood. His stomach twisted with hunger. He wanted to soak his body in water, wait for it to be satiated, and you finally froze in the middle of his muzzle. Deep eyes exuded a water-reflecting glow with a faint burgundy tint. Sharp pupils, all yours, all towards you.

"You look happier that way," she whispered, knowing he could hear far beyond your hearing, "I like you better that way.

Neuvillette laughed. It sounded so strange and appealing - air bubbles rose to the surface, white teeth bared from beneath a thin lizard mouth, eyes squinting. You treasured a moment of his freedom. And he moved forward, weak and cautious, but the wave of his movement swept you up, carrying you backward, forcing you to grab at the scales. Neuvillette was playing around. He watched the water ride you before deciding to become your sea horse, making you his rider.

And that's when you fell in love. You fell in love with the way he made sure he didn't hurt you, the way he moved freely and contentedly in a familiar environment, wanting to do so more often. You fell in love because you realised you wanted to make this creature happy, and because you felt happy around him.

Yes, love is a choice.

And you chose to love each other. Then it came to the point of having to teach him about intimate contact, even if it all happened incredibly slowly. At first, innocent kisses only went down to the top of your head, and that already weighed immensely. You treasured every touch that Neuvillette gave you, because he was learning to love like a human. You didn't like it. You kept telling him to behave naturally.

And Neuvillette appreciated it in return. To behave naturally meant that you loved him the best you could, the best you knew how, and that you loved him completely, accepted him.

A water dragon loved a mortal girl. Morax would have laughed at that already.

#headcanon #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette headcanon #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin headcanon #genshin impact #fluff #au

[cosmic-glow]

Notes: What will Bilbo's reaction be when he discovers that someone has bought his house without him knowing?

Warnings: Bilbo x gn!reader; a little scary with a little plot; soft angst; SFW.

Bag End was a peaceful place to live, the hobbits were friendly and rarely started fights, the grass was green, there was a sparkling lake behind the hill, there were no wolves or dragons around... It was all the peace you needed after so many adventures. All the gold you got throughout your life, you spent to buy that house at the top of the hill, it was a difficult bargain, but it was worth it. The house was beautiful and huge, the coziest den you've ever been in, with round windows that allowed you to see the entire length of Bag End.

The house was perfect, the only problem was that strange things happened. First, your paintings kept falling off the walls, then you started losing things that were right under your nose, they suddenly disappeared and appeared in another place you hadn't left them, but the strangest thing was when started knocking on the door in the middle of the night and whenever you went to see there was no one. You tried to ignore it, coming up with an explanation for everything, hobbits love jokes like this, they must have just been trying to scare you into laughing a little. But the problem was when you started hearing footsteps and voices inside the house when you were sure there was no one there but you.

One afternoon, you were in the living room reading a book when you heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen, as if all the pans had been knocked over at the same time, glasses were being knocked down one at a time, the sound of glass breaking gave you goosebumps, but as soon as you arrived in the room, ready to catch the person who was tormenting your days, you were floored by the vision you saw. There was no one in the kitchen and there wasn't a single cutlery on the floor, all the dishes were stored in the cupboards and drawers as you had left them, was it all a figment of your imagination?

- Who is doing this?! Show up! You don't scare me, I'm not leaving! - you said, turning around and looking everywhere.

- This is not your house! - an enraged voice shouted from behind you.

When you turned around in fright, you found a small hobbit, wavy red hair and an angry face staring into the back of your eyes, how did he get in? Where did he hide? Or how did he pass by without you seeing him? And better: who was he?

- Who are you?

- The real owner of this house, Bilbo Baggins, and I should be asking who you are, intruder!

- I bought this house! I'm not an intruder! Get out of here!

- You get out of here! Now!!

Bilbo screamed and the walls and floor shook, you felt much smaller than the enraged hobbit, the residents of Bag End were usually peaceful, but that man seemed different, something told you that you had no idea what he was capable of.

- Look, there must have been a misunderstanding, I spent all my money to buy this house, and it was completely empty when I entered, I don't know if they lied to me, but if that was the case, they deceived us both.

- Sackville-Baggins, they must have been the ones who did this, those damned gold-thirsty... - he looked away from you and cursed under his breath.

- ... Well... And what do we do now? I have nowhere to go... - you started, afraid of irritating him again.

Bilbo was silent for a while, he shook his nose and walked past you to the living room, still silent, you followed him and when you arrived he was already sitting in an armchair with his back to you. A cloud of smoke beginning to form on the ceiling from the pipe he was smoking, the fireplace crackling in the background. He was fast.

- Bilbo...? - you called and he sighed.

- I don't know, it's not fair for me to kick you out when you were as deceived as I was... - he thought a little more and you waited - Stay, the house is big, we can share - he looked at you and smiled, now looking like a hobbit very different from what you had meet.

- Thank you, Bilbo.

[...]

The days passed and, to your surprise, it was very easy to get along with Baggins, after the anger disappeared, he revealed himself to be very friendly and kind, he committed himself to helping with the tasks and was very attentive, you never imagined you could have such deep conversations feelings with someone you had just met, but with Bilbo it was so easy, it was so comfortable to talk to him, you soon developed a deep affection for him.

- I never wanted to share my peace of living in Bag End with anyone, so I find it very interesting how you ended up becoming an extension of that feeling, and not a division, Y/n - he told you one night, a little before of you sleeping, taking you by surprise.

- You also brought me peace, Bilbo... - you smiled at him and, without thinking too much, kissed his cheek - ... Thank you for everything.

- Good night, Y/n - he said with the happiest smile you've ever seen on his face.

The next day you woke up early, Bilbo was already in the kitchen making coffee, you managed to get close enough in silence to scare him with a hug, he smiled when he saw it was you.

- Good morning, sleepyhead, did you have good dreams? - you confirmed without opening your mouth, still sleepy - I know you're sleepy, but can I ask you a little favor?

- Say...

- We ran out of nut cakes and I don't even have flour in the pantry to make another one, could you buy it at the market? People don't like me and the more I avoid them the better I get - you laughed and stretched.

- Okay, I'll go, but don't start eating breakfast before I get there! - you demanded.

- No way! - he joked.

At the market, you stared at the cakes in the window, unsure of which one to get while the bag of flour weighed under your arm. You didn't like nut cakes, but Bilbo did, so here you were.

- Can I help you? Oh! These were baked this morning, would you like to try a piece to choose? - the baker said.

- Oh no, it's not for me, it's for Bilbo, I don't particularly like walnut cake.

- For whom? - the baker asked with his eyebrows now drawn together.

- Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins, he's still living in the house on the hill - you were confused when the baker turned pale.

- I'm sorry but you must have been confused, as Mr Bilbo Baggins died decades ago.

- What? - now it was you who was confused.

- Yes, that's why the house was for sale, I don't know why Sackville-Baggins didn't keep it, as they always wanted it, but Mr. Baggins passed away and his grandson moved out, so the house was empty.

You left the bakery without saying anything else and without buying any cake. It wasn't possible, surely the baker had gotten confused, you had just spoken to Bilbo, touched him, he was making coffee in your kitchen, you were sharing the same house, how could he be dead? You entered the house, opening the door with force, causing it to slam against the wall announcing that you had arrived, the sound echoing throughout the house.

- Bilbo?!! - you called.

The house was silent, nothing, no one responded. You dropped the bag of flour at the entrance and started looking for the hobbit, the house becoming almost a maze for you. It seemed like every time you called his name it was like you were denying the reality that haunted you, it couldn't be true. When you entered his room, the room you left last, without even bothering to knock on the door first, it seemed like the truth was forcing you to accept it. He was gone. No, he had never even been here with you.

When hot tears came to your eyes, looking at the now emptier room, an item caught your attention, it was a red book on his desk. You picked it up and read the title: "There and Back Again". When you opened it, a small piece of paper that was inside fell out and landed on the bedroom floor, near the trunk. You took it and the tears finally fell when you read what was written.

“You were my best adventure, Y/n.

Love, Bilbo."

It was the only proof you had that everything you had experienced was real and not a lucid dream.

Sorry for any typos;

Buy me a coffee?

October Calendar;

Masterlist

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[devildom-drabbles]

Snippet - Pumpkin Carvings

How would everyone carve their own pumpkin for decoration? 🎃

To get into the spirit of Halloween, MC decides to carve a pumpkin!  Once it’s finished, they leave it on the front porch of the House of Lamentation as a decoration.  Seeing MC’s finished pumpkin motivates the demon brothers and those who visit to carve pumpkins of their own.  Let's take a look at the designs each of them made and how they came to be!

(Click on the "pic ref" at the end of each description if you'd like a visual of a pumpkin that resembles what the character made. I do not own or take credit for any of the images.)

Lucifer actually had no intention of carving his own pumpkin due to his busy schedule and lack of interest in the activity.  However, after receiving enough pestering and taunting about making one since everyone else had done so, he’ll spend an evening locked in his room carving one of the most intricate designs the three realms have ever seen.  The tall pumpkin will depict an artistic rendition of the front of the House of Lamentation and its surrounding scenery, so visitors will see the large house in-person and then a smaller version of it by the doorstep.  (Satan and Belphegor have tried to smash the pumpkin, but the spell Lucifer put on it beforehand keeps it well-protected from any damage.) (pic ref)

Mammon gets really invested in carving his own pumpkin, confident that it will be the best one out of the bunch, and enjoys creating the final design.  With slanted eyes and the biggest mouth lined with pointed teeth, his jack-o-lantern leans more on the scary side, and he uses its appearance as a great opportunity to jump out of nowhere and spook his brothers and MC for a whole day.  When he wakes up in the middle of the night to see the scary pumpkin in front of his face (as revenge from the others), he becomes terrified of it and promptly puts it outside with the rest of the pumpkins.  (It’s still the best Halloween jack-o-lantern, he says, but just...only for decoration.) (pic ref)

Leviathan considers this activity his time to shine!  He'll happily utilize his artistic skills to display Ruri-chan and his other favorite anime characters (and let them shine) in jack-o-lanterns.  Yes, that’s right, Levi will end up carving multiple pumpkins because of his enthusiasm to decorate the outside of the house with the things he loves.  (He may not have stopped if it weren’t for Lucifer stepping in.)  Although most of his designs involve 2D characters, he’ll also craft a dragon similar to his chat icon since the light inside the pumpkin makes the dragon appear to be breathing fire. (pic ref)

Satan, without a doubt, will have a cat design on his pumpkin.  They’re one of the common symbols of Halloween in the human world, right, MC?  Well, that makes it all the more fitting, then!  Rather than carving the pumpkin to look like a cat face, however, he will cut the shape of a cat within the center, making it appear as though the cat is sitting while facing a full moon. He finds it to be adorable while still giving off a mysterious-like vibe. (pic ref) 

Asmodeus originally wanted to carve his face into the pumpkin, but nothing he did came remotely close to capturing his perfect complexion!  After some comfort and advice from MC, he’ll try again with a different design instead.  He ultimately goes with a “Day of the Dead”/”Sugar Skull” type of pumpkin carving, consisting of a skull that’s decorated with paint designs and some sparkly fake jewels and flowers (for that extra pop, he says).  It may not be his face, but it’s full of his charm, so he’s satisfied! (pic ref)

Beelzebub...forgot that he was supposed to be carving the pumpkin and ended up eating the whole thing instead.  Whoops.  Luckily, Belphegor had prepared for this and got an extra pumpkin for him.  Determined to do it properly this time, Beel will choose to snack on the seeds and guts of the pumpkin while working on a design similar to a cyclops type of monster.  Mike Wazowski, is that you?  He remembers MC mentioning how monsters are a common theme for Halloween, and the design allows him to cut out big pieces of the pumpkin to eat afterward. (pic ref)

Belphegor almost didn’t carve a pumpkin at all, but MC and Beelzebub’s excitement in the activity rubbed off on him and pushed him to try it.  He goes with a simple yet creepy face design, drawing it first with marker while Beel scoops out the insides of the pumpkin to eat.  Once it’s completely carved, Belphie’s jack-o-lantern glows ominously with x’s for eyes and a string of sharp-cut teeth.  The idea came from something he saw in a horror movie before, and since it was easy to design, he’s pleased with the result. (pic ref)

Diavolo will opt for a jack-o-lantern that mixes two of the most recurrent designs in the human world, according to what he found online and learned from MC.  His pumpkin has the usual eyes and nose, but the inside of the mouth spells out the word “Boo!”, which he thinks makes it extra fun.  He wanted it to be whimsical and approachable to everyone who visits the castle (just like he wants others to view him), so he intentionally avoided carving a scary design this time.  His pumpkin (along with Barbatos’s) is placed outside near the main castle doors. (pic ref)

Barbatos will want to match the same vibe that Diavolo is going for, so he’ll ensure that his own pumpkin is rather tame, too.  Rather than a typical jack-o-lantern face, though, he’ll paint and carve his to look like the head of an owl, including hollowing out eyes that give them depth and etching many of the other features, like feathers.  But why an owl?  Well, they’re a predator to rats, so Barbatos hopes his pumpkin will scare away those tiny wretched creatures. (pic ref)

Simeon will be eager to carve his own jack-o-lantern, but the problem is...he can’t decide on just one face design!  When he notices a tower of pumpkins while he’s at the market with his friends, he instantly figures out what he should do.  He carves four small pumpkins, each with a unique face and design that represents one of the members of Purgatory Hall, which include himself and Raphael.  His pumpkins are stacked together and are used to decorate the front porch area of Purgatory Hall, where Luke’s and Solomon’s own pumpkins are located as well. (pic ref)

Solomon knows that Halloween involves magic and spooky elements (among other things), so he’ll create a pumpkin design that meets both of those aspects.  After carving out a hole in the middle of the face of a large pumpkin, he’ll paint and place a smaller pumpkin inside of it so that the whole thing resembles an eyeball.  To top it off, he’ll enchant the pumpkin to be animated, allowing the “eye” to look around and even blink occasionally.  He has a lot of fun with making it, and he enjoys greeting it each time he enters and exits Purgatory Hall (as does Simeon, but Luke...not so much). (pic ref)

Luke will have a hard time coming up with an idea for his pumpkin until he decides to bake some pumpkin-flavored treats and notices his collection of cookie cutters. Inspired, he paints the outside of the pumpkin and then carves a shooting star-like design with the help of his cookie cutters and a hammer.  (Simeon supervised him, don’t worry.)  Michael’s love of the constellations motivated Luke to choose the star cookie cutters specifically.  Although the carving is simple, the light from within makes it stand out nicely just like the stars in the sky. (pic ref)

#it was hard choosing only one design for each of them! 😵‍💫 #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me headcanons #snippet

[gabineteolvidado]

Hey! <3 Love your art. And Im curious, Who is your favorite Disney villain? and why?

4.- Yzma She’s threatening and even cruel, but also flamboyant, over-the-top, and entertaining. Every scene with her and Kronk is just pure hilarity. An amazing character that is extremely underrated. She’s clearly intelligent to be able to become advisor to the emperor. And a woman of science.

3.- Hook Perfect combo of threatening and silly. He shooting a guy for singing! haha While this isn't my favorite adaptation of Peter Pan (or my favorite Disney movie), Hook is a great character and memorable villain: entertaining, scary, charming, and sad all at once. It's weird how often I find myself rooting for Captain Hook.The man is beaten by children every other Tuesday, and spends every waking moment fearing that a crocodile will appear out of nowhere and devour him whole because the croc was fed Hook's own hand (by the movie hero!) Hook and his pirates are basically the Team Rocket of Disney.

2.- Frollo Judge Claude Frollo is a Monster. It is evil to willingly do evil acts on others… but it is far worse to do the same…and never even recognize your evil! Frollo committed practically every sin in the book but is convinced its forgivable since he believes he’s doing it for God. He thinks he is a “good” man and that his religion makes all of his actions praiseworthy and acceptable! Frollo doesn’t even realize how evil he really is. And he has convinced the young Quasimodo that he is a hideous monster not worthy of love or heaven's light. This is a new level of cruelty.

1.- Maleficent (The animated one, not live action) Maleficent is just amazing. The way she acts, the way she moves, the way she changes shape… I love everything about her. People whine because they claim she went after a baby for such a ‘tiny' slight. But in fairy dynamics, she was reacting appropriately. As the highest ranking fae in the land, by not inviting her the royals were insulting both her rank and her power. And her battle with the prince…. God, just let her win. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Ahem I like her design. Pretty demonic. And Maleficent as a Dragon is so great (My heart has a soft spot for lizards, dinosaurs, dragons). I like her voice. Eleanor Audley is brilliant in her performance. But the day I heard Rosario Muñoz Ledo as Maleficent she sent chills down my spine. So much power, so much presence. Here, listen her.

It's so sad that Disney canceled this dub so they wouldn't have to pay royalties.

#disney villains #maleficent #claude frollo #captain hook #disney yzma

[karmic-toast]

☆Onto Liyue★

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Warnings: None

A/n: to any one confused, Lumi is Y/n!! Not LUMINE!!

“Rock paper scissors shoot!” “Oh, you won again Lumi! You must be good at this.” Bennett says. “I think this has more to do with your bad luck.” Lumi countered. Bennett is the first to spot you. “Y/n! You took so long, we were starting to worry!” They definitely didn’t seem worried at all, playing rock paper scissors, but you don’t say anything about it. “See? I knew you could do it!” She adds, spotting Albedo behind you. Soon, Albedo is all over Lumi asking her questions he’d bombarded you earlier with. “So, you say you’re from a different world? Have you always looked like this?” Lumi looks at your freshly bandaged finger and slightly backed away as Albedo pulled out his dagger. “Woah there, I have golden blood. I’ve already checked.” “How interesting. Two creators.” Albedo murmurs to himself. “Sooooo. Do you think you can convince Mondstadt that we’re not imposters?” Lumi asks hopefully. Albedo almost immediately shakes his head. “I doubt it. Jean seemed to have her mind set on that your grace is the imposter. She’d kill you on the spot.” “Oh.” you, Lumi, and Bennett sigh. “Maybe with a few more allies…” Albedo suggests. “Is there anyone else in Mondstadt?” you ask your friends. “Everyone in the knights of Favonius is out I guess.” Bennett says. “Diluc is stubborn, and Barbara and Rosaria would be really… religious. I wouldn’t count on it that they’d go against their ‘creator’.” Lumi adds. A layer of silence falls on the four of you. A tiny thought rises in your head, but you were quick to push it down. You couldn’t go to Liyue. There were bigger threats there. “…Liyue?” Lumi put forward, stealing your idea that you had just discarded. No one replies. “C’mon guys, I’m sure there’s someone…” “Actually, your grace has a point.” Albedo murmurs. “If you get the qixing on your side, maybe even the adepti, that would be victorious.” “Okay then.” you agree to the idea. “Alright, let’s go!” Bennett cheers. “No.” you and Lumi say. “It’s too dangerous.” you quickly add once seeing Bennett’s crestfallen face. “But I wanted to help…” Bennett trails off. “You can help by gaining some support for us,” Lumi suggests, to which Bennett happily nodded his head. “I will do the same.” Albedo pledges. After saying your goodbyes, you and Lumi start your adventure in Liyue.

Throughout your journey, there were several close calls. After leaving Dragonspine, you both were immediately attacked by the knights. Though none of them had been able to catch you, they had planned a pretty good ambush attack. Another was when Diluc himself had appeared out of nowhere with a fiery claymore. Luckily, he missed by an inch, but that didn't stop him from tackling her to the floor. You had managed to get a hold of his weapon, which was miraculously still burning and drove him back. After the incident, Lumi had a little limp. She promised that she was ok, but you couldn’t help but worry. Other than those scary times, there weren’t that many ambushes. It unsettled you in a way.

The fic you read mentioned way more pain and heartache than this, right? … Rain drenched your surroundings, yet a single droplet of land didn’t drop on you. You couldn’t say the same for Lumi though. She was soaked from head to toe, only being spared from the harsh wind of the storm. Lumi had suggested that you were some type of water god, to only which you replied by laughing. The torrential rains soon stopped and happy chirping arrived from nearby birds. You both approach a clearing, where most of the trees conveniently surrounded you. Lumi lets out a sharp gasp and grabs onto your shoulders. “It’s Dvalin!” she cries out, catching the attention of the sky blue dragon. Sure enough, the dragon was there, in all of its glory. It was mostly covered by the leaves of nearby trees, so you were impressed that Lumi had found Dvalin so quickly. “Your grace.” the mystical creature rumbles. “Dvalin could help convince Venti that we’re not the imposters!” she says excitedly. “Barbatos has yet to recognize you?” it said, cocking its head to one side, slowly. “He kinda let his people chase me out,” you say sheepishly. It lets out a growl of displeasure, which is terrifying by the way. “I shall go and teach him how to respect the divine one. But before that, can I give you the pleasure of flying you to your destination?”

Riding a dragon was NOT pleasurable. For most of the ride, you had to squeeze your eyes shut. At least Lumi was having fun. You could hear her yelling ‘faster’, and ‘higher’ through the roaring wind, which you really hoped Dvalin couldn’t hear. Thankfully, the ancient dragon continued its pace. Soon you could see the yellow-leaved trees of Liyue. “We’re at Dihua Marsh!” Lumi exclaims as you both get off the dragon. The islands were more breathtaking when you could see it in person. “Excuse me, my lady, I shall head back to Mondstadt. And teach that insolent fool a lesson.“ “Ooohhh! Sounds intense.” Lumi replies distractedly, while she looks around her surroundings. The dragon flapped its huge wings and left, and the two of you wasted no time and went forming a plan. Surprisingly, Lumi denied the golden blood plan, which seemed most logical to you. She reasoned that even if it wouldn’t earn the two of you an immediate execution, it would still be a problem if the imposter had the blood of the gods as well. “Let’s go to Wangshun inn.” You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. She wanted to go see the person that was capable of slicing her head off in a mere second! “Are you seriou-” “C’mon, what’s the worse that could happen? Plus, I know you want to meet him as much as I do~” Sighing in defeat, you give her the most annoyed look you could muster. “I swear, you’ll be the death of me.” “I could say the same for you!” “Excuse me?” somebody quips from behind the two of you. Lumi quickly grabs onto your hand, ready to run at any notice. “Uuuh, huh?! Is it just Paimon, or do these two look exactly the same??” “Yeah…” It was Aether and Paimon. “Aether?!” Lumi was the one to overcome the panic first. ”Oh yes, umm I heard that you knew someone named Lumine, so I…” he hesitates. You cock your head in confusion. Lumi seemed to have noticed what was going on. “Ah! Did Bennett or Razor say that my name is Lumi?” she says sheepishly. “You’re…?” the golden-haired boy wasn’t able to mask the disappointment in his eyes. “Oh come on! Do you mean that Paimon was dragged all the way here for a wild goose chase?! You owe me some sticky honey roast, Aether! Don’t you know how tiring it is to keep up with you when you run??” The fairy complained. The boy doesn’t answer. He stares at his feet for a few moments of silence. His mind trails over to the person who led him on this worthless quest. “Excuse me, have you someone named Lumine? She’s my sister… And she also wears outlandish clothes!” Aether inquires the blonde. “I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung,… have no idea who you're talking about. Perhaps you should find better luck asking someone else. But do not worry dear traveler, for with my left eye, the Auge der Verurteilung, which sees the threads of fate, I shall search for her.” “Excuse me have you seen my sister Lumine? She wears outlandish clothes.” This time a white-haired boy replies. “Oh! I think I might know! Lumine as in Lumi, right? She’s from a different world, like you!” Aether had perked up at the possible mention of his sibling. “Wait, you know where she is?!” “Yep, in Liyue. Alive and well. At least I hope.” … “So who told you that?” “Bennett.” “Oh. Well, I’m very sorry for this misunderstanding.” “It’s alright.” Aether sighs, placing a hand on his forehead. “We were going to the Wangshu Inn anyways.” “Oh, really!” you perk up. Aether's face pales a bit. “As somebody who has a twin, I know how similar the two of you could be, but your voices!? You sound like a duplicate of her.” he points at Lumi. “Well, I was going to say, maybe we could join your adventure to the Inn!” you say opting to ignore his somewhat offensive observation. “Sounds good to Paimon!” “And I as well!” Lumi peeps. “I guess we could.” Aether consents. You meet eyes with Lumi and she wiggles her eyebrows. You immediately knew what she was trying to say. Aether had no idea about the imposter situation.

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

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“Must’ve been hard for (Y/N), being all alone,” said the girl, chewing on a nail. “She must’ve had to be brave.”

Her mother raised a brow with a cheeky smile. 

“And Izuku didn’t?” 

The girl thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess.”

“Well, I think becoming a soldier of fortune is a scary thing,” the mother replied, leaning back in her seat, watching the distant ocean waves. “There’s always someone trying to kill, maim, or cheat you in that life.”

“But he didn’t even make it that far!”

The mother laughed. 

“Am I telling this story, or are you?”

Her daughter pouted, comically poking out her bottom lip as she crossed her arms. “It’s just that he didn’t, is all.”

“Of course not,” her mother replied, still watching the waves. “He scarcely spent a week aboard the ship meant to carry him off to the front lines of Gildur before disaster struck… ”

***

By his fourth day aboard The Dragon Maid, Izuku decided that he didn’t much care for people outside his village, even if they were all from the same Florin stock. 

The Dragon Maid was a Florin ship of the line, with eighty guns and a mean, smelly crew. They were certainly an unpleasant lot by anyone’s standards; they screamed, they cursed, they gambled, they drank, and they hated anyone who wasn’t one of them. Whenever Izuku passed, they’d spit and swear, always ready to start a fight— but strangely enough, Izuku had gotten so used to Bakugou’s prickly personality that their treatment hardly fazed him. Hatred and vitriol were nothing to him; rather, it was the disdain and scorn of his fellow soldiers— especially the officers— that galled him more than anything. 

Since the day he boarded the ship, Izuku had never fancied himself above any sort of work. Often, found himself swabbing the deck in lieu of learning other skills to make himself useful on board during the journey, and he took every possible opportunity to learn as much as he could from anyone who would teach him. His peers, with their noses in the air and their thumbs up their arses, would laugh and jeer at him, tossing around under-handed insults to everything from his appearance to the question of his legitimacy, and more than once, he’d had enough cause to demand satisfaction, should he have desired it. Even so, he’d kept his mouth shut. It was of no consequence whether or not he was well-liked. His earnings would come with or without the acceptance of his peers, and once he had those, he would return to (Y/N) just as he had promised. 

Still, being in the company of such unbearable pricks with no reprieve was almost torturous, and Izuku found his patience tested to its limit and beyond. It was on that fourth day of the journey— a hot, sunny, bloody miserable day— that Izuku finally lost his composure, giving insult the dignity of a reply.

It all began with a man named Shoto Todoroki. 

Todoroki was a quiet man, calm and serene, with two-tone hair and a scar on his left eye. Ordinarily, Izuku would have preferred his company to that of the other officers— silence was far better than jeering, after all— had it not been for the air of superiority that followed the prick like a dark cloud, heavy and oppressive in every move, every breath he made. As it was, Todoroki reeked of entitlement and daddy’s money and a military education, and Izuku despised him.  

“Why are you here?”

The question came out of nowhere. Izuku was belowdecks, helping the cook— an old, greasy, gnarled man with a missing leg and withered arm— with his duties, chopping onions, cleaning pots, anything to make himself useful, when Todoroki came down to fetch a meal for the captain, with whom he’d been in conference all morning. As soon as the chef was busy preparing the meal, Todoroki turned to Izuku and asked that singular, pointed question like a quarterstaff to the head. 

“Excuse me?” Izuku asked, wondering if he’d somehow misheard.

“You are a farm boy with no education,” said Todoroki, his expression impassive. “You have no fighting skills that I have seen, and you’re too meek to defend yourself against the others when they harass you. You have no rank, no name, and no fighting spirit— so I’ll ask again. Why are you here?”

Izuku blinked. He blinked again. Todoroki was still standing there, so Izuku figured he’d better make some kind of reply before he was deemed a more of a fool than he already had been.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” he shrugged.

Todoroki’s eyes narrowed. 

“It’s all of our business.” Todoroki’s hand drifted to the cutlass at his waist. “When we go out and fight, you may end up being the man that watches my back. If you’re worthless, then I have a right to know why you think you’re worthy of guarding my back, or anyone else’s, for that matter.”

Since his arrival on the ship, Izuku had done nothing but work to prove himself. He had endured all with a steel spine and iron balls, and he had kept his tongue carefully in check. Somehow, this insult, delivered so matter-of-factly, was worse than all the others. This was cold, impersonal. 

This was unbearable. 

“I’m not worthless.”

As you are, you're unfit, unworthy—

Todoroki raised a brow. The cook was wisely silent, and stood as much apart from the two of them as he could in such cramped quarters. 

 “Are you not?”

You're not someone who can provide for her.

Izuku’s hands balled into fists at his side. 

“No,” he replied. “I am not.”

Todoroki hummed.

“I don’t believe you.”

Izuku’s vision went white. He felt his hand close around the handle of a cast-iron pan, freshly hot from the fire, and he swung it wildly, connecting it to Todoroki’s face once, twice, three times before he was pulled away and shoved to the floor. 

“Madness!” cried the cook, fury in his gnarled face. “Bloody fucking madness! Were you born without brains, you stupid bastard, or did you give it away to some poor beggar?”

Across the way, Todoroki was holding onto the counter, pulling himself upright. Izuku’s blows had dazed him, struck him down, but not downed him entirely. Briefly, the urge to lunge once more washed over Izuku, but he did not succumb to it. Instead, he put his head in his hands, and he felt hot tears begin to form in his eyes.

He’s right, Izuku thought miserably. I have no place here. These people have trained their whole lives to be killers, leaders, professionals— and I’m as green as summer grass. I should have a plow in my hand, not a sword. What the hell am I thinking?

Who knows how long he would have sat there in his misery, or what would have happened, had there not been a timely interruption? Certainly, striking a ranked officer like Shoto Todoroki would have resulted in severe consequences for someone like Izuku— but in that very moment, a series of whistle blasts sounded, and the three men in the kitchen looked at one another, frozen in place. 

“Was that—”

The words were barely out of Izuku’s mouth before Todoroki was bounding across the kitchen and up the stairs, taking them three at a time. 

“Enemy ship!” said the cook, pulling Izuku to his feet with more strength than Izuku would have given him credit for. “Up lad— go, go, go!”

Izuku scrambled up the stairs and onto the deck, and out of the confused throng of sailors and soldiers, Bakugou grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the starboard side of the ship. 

"Get ready," Bakugou told him, nodding across the water to a speck of a ship a good ways off. "She flies Gildur's flag."

Izuku swallowed. 

"You're sure?"

Bakugou nodded. 

"She's a big ship. Bigger than ours."

"Well," said Izuku, "How do we counter that?"

Bakugou turned to him then, his russet-red eyes sharp. 

"I don't know," he said, "but if I had to guess, we'll need to get the fuck off of this ship and onto that one, especially if they have more guns than we do."

Izuku huffed a panicked laugh. 

"Better to be on the ship with less holes in it, I guess."

"And better to take out the other men aboard before they can take more of us."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

Both Izuku and Bakugou turned to find Shoto Todoroki standing behind them, still as regal and princely as ever he was, despite the fact that he should be growing a goose-egg on the side of his head even now. Dark thoughts passed over Izuku, and his hand gripped the dagger he kept strapped close to his breast, ready and willing to finish what he had started— but Bakugou stepped between them and into Todoroki's space, his nose inches from the nobleman's. 

"It's impolite to eavesdrop, my Lord Cunt," Bakugou snarled. "Fuck off elsewhere quick-like, before I start feeling antsy."

Bakugou's hand went to his pistol— a less quiet solution than Izuku's dagger, but one that would prove just as effective— but Todoroki raised his hands in a surrendering motion. 

"It's a genuine question. If you don't want to die, listen closely."

Todoroki explained their situation in no uncertain terms. The gunners belowdecks would be doing all they could to destroy the other ship, and the captain would be giving orders and steering the ship so that they would be in the best strategic position to strike. Under no circumstances were they to board the other ship without the captain's orders. At best, they would cause confusion among the men, and many would follow them, leaving their own vessel undefended before it was time. At worst, they would simply die. 

"But," said Todoroki, "there are things a man might do to make himself useful, and there are exceptions to every rule when a ranked officer is among your company."

His meaning suddenly became clear. If the two of them stuck with him, Todoroki would take what they had to offer, and with his knowledge and experience, he would put them to their most effective use. 

"Very well," said Izuku, releasing his dagger. "Lead on, Midshipman."

Izuku could have sworn he saw Todoroki's mouth tick upwards— the first expression he'd seen from the man— but it was gone before Izuku could be sure he hadn't imagined it. 

In hindsight, Izuku should have realized that the conflict would not commence immediately. Rather, it took several minutes for The Dragon Maid to come close to the other ship, and even longer for her to draw alongside. The wait was unbearable— not just for Izuku, but, it seemed, every man aboard as well. All were twitchy and tense and silent as a graveyard, and even Todoroki seemed to have a darkness about him that had not previously been present… but when the action finally began, it became impossible to tell one moment from the next, and Izuku was glad of Todoroki's earlier direction. 

The deck was in chaos. Muskets were firing, men were dying— and Izuku was standing there, gaping like a fish out of water. He stood behind Todoroki, who was screaming orders above the din of the cannons— Fire! Quickly, you sons of bitches, load! Fire!— and from all that he could tell, there was nothing more that he could do. 

That was, until a man a few feet from himself was blown backwards by a cannon blast, his left arm lost to the blow. 

Izuku's body moved on its own. He was over to the man in an instant, flinging the soldier's remaining arm over his shoulders.

"Take him to the surgery!" Todoroki commanded him. "Iida will know how to staunch the bleeding!"

Izuku lifted the man with strength he didn't know he had, and by himself, he dragged the man belowdecks and took him to the serious, severe-looking barber-surgeon. When Izuku entered, Tenya Iida was shoving a biting stick into a sailor's mouth, and a second later, the barber surgeon began pulling out a large, cylindrical piece of broken, jagged wood out of his shoulder. 

"Iida!" Izuku called out over the screaming of the wounded sailor, "This man needs immediate medical attention!"

"One at a time!" the medic barked without looking over. "I have no one to triage—"

Izuku wasn't there to hear excuses. He hefted the man he was carrying to the operating table, then grabbed Iida's shoulder and roughly made the medic face him.

"If you don't do something for this man, he will die," Izuku said, fury coloring his words. "He's losing a lot of—"

Roughly, Iida shoved him away, and told Izuku that he would not be bossed around in his own surgery— but even as he did so, he began to prepare a tourniquet for the wounded man Izuku had brought in, so Izuku figured his part was done and made his way back to the deck of the ship and into the fray. 

The scene he rejoined was not pretty. 

In the brief moments Izuku had been gone, enemies from the other ship had boarded The Dragon Maid. Everywhere he looked, Izuku saw cutlass locked with cutlass, strength matched with strength; across the way, he could see that Todoroki was back-to-back with Bakugou, each of them fending off Gildur's soldiers for all they were worth, and he cursed himself for not being at their side when things turned ugly. Soon, however, he would find that there was no time to worry with such; for the moment he placed a single foot forward, Izuku found himself engaged with defending his own neck. 

It took three deaths for Izuku to reach his former position. The first death came quick, easy; a man came running headlong at him, screaming like a banshee, and Izuku side-stepped instinctually, just like Aizawa had taught him.

"Momentum is a hard thing to stop," Aizawa told him weeks ago at their first training, "but an easy thing to counter. Its strength is its weakness, and once a man's back is to you, it's easy after that."

As Izuku plunged his sword at an upward angle into the small of the charging man's back, he reflected on the truth of those words. Aizawa had taught him to think first, act second— but he was now so practiced that the thinking bit was almost subconscious. 

How's that for worthless? he thought somewhat smugly— but that pride only lasted as long as it took to take three more steps, and then he was engaged once more. 

Izuku caught an overhead blow with the blade of his saber, using two hands— one on the hilt, one on the blade— to brace against the crushing strength of his opponent. The man before him was burly, strong, but it made him slow. Izuku danced easily around him, dodging slow, heavy blows, waiting to land his own strike until the big, ugly fool was enraged enough to overextend himself in a desperate swing, and Izuku shoved his cutlass directly through the man's throat. 

The third death, however, was not so easily won. 

Izuku had nearly reached Bakugou's side when a slender, almost skeletal sailor from Gildur's crew came at him with a knife. The man was too fast for Izuku to dodge or counter, and it cost him blood and flesh— a gash cut from his left jaw to his right eyebrow. Izuku stumbled backwards, raising his cutlass in his best attempt at defense, but the other man was damned fast. He swung again, and though Izuku moved fast enough to avoid the knife being plunged into his temple, he couldn't avoid the bite of the knife, mirrored this time on the opposite side of his face, from his left eyebrow to his right jaw. Blood flowed from both of the wounds, blinding him; Izuku felt sure he would die as he wiped furiously at his face, trying to regain his sight, but by the time he managed it, he heard a solid thunk, and he opened his eyes to find the knife-wielder dead at Todoroki's feet. 

He opened his mouth to thank Todoroki, but he could scarcely say the words before Todoroki's eyes widened, fear coloring his usually expressionless face. Before Izuku could turn to see what had frightened his comrade so, he felt pain blossom at the bottom of his skull, and he knew no more.

***

"But he wasn't really dead, though," said the girl, looking up at her mother with those beautiful, sea-green eyes she'd gotten from her father. "Right?"

"Right," the mother agreed. "Fate wasn't finished with Izuku Midoriya. He still had much farther to go before he would find his rest."

The girl nodded, satisfied— but that was not all of the story that there was to tell. 

"Even so," the mother continued, "No one was there to tell (Y/N) that. She waited anxiously for news of her lover, hoping for word of his safe arrival— but what she got instead was a letter detailing his demise, and the sinking of The Dragon Maid…"

***

The parchment fell from her hand and onto the floor. 

(Y/N) stumbled backwards until she felt her hip touch the table in her kitchen, and she threw out a hand to brace herself against it, her chest squeezing her lungs empty and her stomach churning with the sickness of sudden, blindsiding grief. 

"No," she breathed. "No."

The word felt right, so she repeated it again and again until it lost all meaning. 

Her father simply watched her, his brows drawn together in quiet concern. Only moments before, he himself had handed her the parchment, not telling her what it would say. It was with no warning and no compassion that she had received the news of Izuku's death, and it cut her to the core. 

"I want to make you happy," he'd told her before he left. 

The memory galled her. With stinging nose and tear-filled eyes, she looked at her father, and instead saw the man who had sent Izuku away, who had forced him to leave the farm in search of gold. Malice rose in her then, and she said things no daughter should say to her father. 

"You did this."

Her father blinked, impassive, and rage blinded her to aught else. 

"You as good as killed him when you sent him away," she continued darkly, her tears coloring her voice, "You're as much of a murderer as if you had cut his throat yourself!"

Her father shook his head. 

"Oh, my daughter— I know you're upset—"

"He was the love of my life, and he's dead because of you!'

Her father sighed.

"He knew the risks when he left this farm, girl—"

"And so did you!" (Y/N)'s chest heaved, and her vision began to fade at the corners. "You knew the risks, and you still sent him away! You know he's a good man, father— he loved me, he would have been so good to me—"

"He couldn't have provided for you—"

"I would rather starve with him than feast without him!" 

"That's foolish talk," her father said, but (Y/N) had heard enough. 

"Get out," she told him— nevermind that this was her father's house. "Get out!"

The farmer left. 

(Y/N), alone with her grief, succumbed to it, let it pull her beneath its murky waters, and drowned there. 

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u have fave characters right? from any media? alright, list them and rank on a scale of 1-10 how good they would be with a tiny.

Okay so I got a little carried away and these are not ranked in any particular order (except alistair) so WHOOPS, i should be put on r/wooosh but here you go. Enjoy <3

One - Alistair Theirin, Dragon Age (origins)

My wife. He would be VERY good with a tiny. Careful and protective and gentle—constantly checking to make sure youre doing alright and cracking stupid jokes to keep the mood light. His big, stupid hands are as warm as his big, stupid heart. You would be 10000% safe around him.

Two - Fenris, Dragon Age (2)

My girlfriend. Fenris is, despite all appearances, one of the most normal chill guys in dragon age imo. He would not be pushy or grab you out of nowhere, respecting boundaries and personal space is extremely important to him. There’s not another place quite so safe as Fenris’s hands in all of Kirkwall. Actually that’s not saying a lot, Kirkwall sucks.

Three - Arthur Morgan, Red Dead Redemption (2)

My husband. Now, Arthur may look and act all big and tough and scary, but deep down he’s got a soft spot for little things and creatures. You would be no exception to this. You’d make several appearances in his journal and in his hands. He doesn’t fully trust himself with you, feeling like a big brute that could easily crush you, but he trusts most of the camp even less. Arthur gets into too much trouble himself to guarantee your safety, but he would do everything in his power to keep you alive and well.

Four - Wyll Ravengard, Baldur’s Gate (3)

My husband(2.0). Wyll quite literally treats you like a prince/princess. You will receive the utmost loyalty, chivalry and respect when you’re around him. Every hand will be presented as an offering; a question, rather than a demand or a force. He will be wide eyed with wonder at you, how small you are, and overcome with the urge to protect you at all costs. He may come across a bit overbearing in this regard, but his heart is always in the right place.

Five - Viktor, Arcane

Viktor would be very, very curious about you. He might be a bit less reserved when it comes to picking you up, but he’s gentle and careful nonetheless. He thinks you’re incredible and is reluctant to let you go, assuming this is a borrower situation; but you both know you’ll be back. His hands will be twitching to hold you again until you do. What a wonderful curiosity you are, to him. He’d want to study you, at least a little, and even if you refuse he’s still at least taking notes on your behavior. He can’t help it!

Six - Astarion Ancunin, Baldur’s Gate (3)

Albeit curious, Astarion wouldn’t pay you much mind at first. It’s not until you start showing him consistent kindness and interest that he actually starts to have conversations with you and wants to be around you. In the beginning, if you’re to be picked up it would be with an eye roll and a gentle fist. Later on, he cares a great deal more about if you’re comfortable and starts to offer his hand to you instead. Why you seem to like him so much, romantic or not, he can’t seem to puzzle out. He can’t provide you with the earthly services he’s given for so long, so you’re a curiosity and a mystery to him and he is enraptured by you.

Seven - Zevran, Dragon Age (Origins)

If there’s one thing that’s important to Zevran, it’s bodily autonomy, and due to this you would be asked every single time you need to be picked up or carried somewhere. It doesn’t matter how comfortable you get with each other, he’s firm on always making sure to ask before you’re in his hands. He never closes you in a fist and is incredibly gentle and careful. It feels very surprising to you, seeing as he’s a literal assassin, but it’s more than welcome. It’s very easy to feel very safe around him.

That’s all I could conjure up for now! The rest of them would all just be more Dragon Age characters and I already fear I’ve accidentally mischaracterized them as is. So, thanks for the ask, do come back to my box again!!

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #giant tiny #rain rambles #not art #viktor arcane #alistair theirin #alistair dao #astarian #astarion bg3 #sfw g/t #arthur morgan #wyll ravengard #zevran arainai #fenris da2 #dragon age g/t #baldur’s g/t 3 #thanks for the ask! #asked and answered

[cybernightart]

Genji headcanon number £&#%[

More rambling time!

Considering how all the physical activity Genji does, and how fast he runs, and the fact that every 7 seconds he can travel the same speed as a f1 race car for 2 seconds without any build up (just instantly going that speed, and even crazier can instantly stop himself). This man probably eats so much, like we already know that canonically him and Hanzo growing up would competitively see who can eat the most ramen or whatever and would end up stacking up towers of bowls. So according to my math which is not a good thing to go off of (and additional research) the male athlete requires around 6,000 calories a day, and considering Genji does so much more than physically capable than a human (not including the cybernetic stuff) he would probably eat so much more than that, and what would bring it back down is the fact he is a cyborg so there's less of him that his body needs to fuel with food. But he still probably eats over 10,000 calories a day and is just having to like make the most calorie packed food physically possible or constantly be eating when he's not actively on a mission. He probably even scares Reinhardt with the amount of food he eats, and I can totally imagine those two having eating contests and Genji beating him on more than one occasion to the point it's kind of scary.

And the only reason Genji doesn't seem to put on any weight is because he burns it all so quickly(man has a metabolism of a god). And the speed of which he burns it gets even crazier when you add the fact he gets like a 10% speed increase during his ultimate, which means he's traveling even faster and the fact he can dash during that as well... This is basically just calculating how much food Barry Allen The flash would have to eat but if he ran slower.

hanzo's entirely human and we already know he eats way more than you would expect, because he's also very physically active all the time and he still travels nowhere near as fast as Genji does.

Additionally what are the reasons I think again you can move so much faster than Hanzo does is because the way their dragons are. Hanzo sends out his dragons summons them from his arm and shoots them away from himself, and when Genji summons his dragon as he says "the dragon becomes me" and he physically embodies the ability and extra power the dragon gives him and physically takes that on. Genji is having adrenaline on steroids. I could also be wrong on this cuz I haven't looked in a little bit but I'm pretty sure Hanzo doesn't have a lightning shooting off of him during his ultimate unlike Genji who when you look at him during his animation there is little lightning and electricity coming off of him while green smoky self is pouring from his eyes and mouth. And in comparison hanzo's tattoo glows and dragons starts spiraling out of his arm as his eyes glow, even kirko summons and sends out her spirit unlike Genji who just embodies it.

To Genji probably just by the way he summons his dragon unintentionally turned himself into a superhuman ignoring the fact he already HAS A DRAGON xD

This then ties back into another head cannon, that the clan unintentionally was underfeeding Genji for many years. To the point it's stunted his growth for so long that they thought he was going to be way below the average height. And it wasn't until maybe when Genji was around 16 they get a new doctor for their Clan (because there's no way they're going to a hospital) and they're just like" how much are you feeding him?! Because whatever it is it's nowhere near enough". So then they start feeding Genji a lot more a lot more often and he just shoots up in height and just gets physically bigger, because Genji if you calculate the height of his model is around 5'10-6ft tall when the average height in Japan is 5 ft 7 for a man. Which is really ironic that he is so much taller than he appears to be at first, because Cassidy is 6'1 and when you stand them next to each other at their full heights Genji is fractionally shorter than him and he is so much taller than Angela and Hanzo, and you can even see in all the promotional pictures with Genji and kiriko standing next to each other he is a good chunk taller than her. And it's even more ironic when you remember his dad gave him the nickname sparrow because he was so abnormally small as a child and probably even into early teenhood, all because genji's dragon just got to be built different I guess.

#genji #overwatch #overwatch 2 #genji shimada #genji headcanons #hanzo

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Eyes on Magic

I know it’s not how the xianxia genre works, but realistically? Any government should keep a wary eye on cultivators. Some amount of your empire’s or kingdom’s spy network should be devoted solely to making sure you have info on all the scary magic-users around. Who they like, who they hate, who they have friendly brawls with that level whole villages. What can they do? What won’t they do? And at any given point in time, where are they?

In short, your fantasy empire ought to put as much effort into keeping track of cultivators as they do military generals and major religious leaders. After all, a sect leader might qualify as both.

I think you can square this pretty well with the background of the Jianghu, everyone having a rep and a Name. Obviously, people talk. It wouldn’t take much for an empire to station undercover scholar-officials in a few choice disreputable taverns to pick up intel. Granted, there’s a risk of sudden horrible death in a jianghu brawl, but that’s what disposable scholars who can’t get a government post are for.... Maybe worse, there’s a risk of recruitment, if you survive that brawl.

(Of course, if you survive and turn down being recruited - and survive that.... Looks like the empire lost another spy anyway, because you’re likely to be very busy. Dodging assassinations, or being dragged along on some damnfool idealistic crusade as the Scrolls Guy. Possibly both.

(...Make that definitely both.)

As for what governments do when they have this information?

Smart politicians will mostly leave the lightning-throwers alone, outside of noble appeals to defend the country from invasion, other evil magic-users, and maybe floods, droughts, and plagues depending on their skillset. Smart politicians will keep what they ask for reasonable, and in everyone’s best interest. What sect can’t use a little good PR from clearing a canal vital to trade and irrigation?

...I know what you’re thinking. When’s the last time you met a smart politician? Worse, a smart bureaucrat? Because every government has its paper-pushers, who have access to all the info politicians do; maybe more, since they’re the ones who filter “what’s really important”.

And the more petty the bureaucrat, the more viciously they defend and try to expand the power they have. If part of that power is access to info on a magic-user said mage would rather not have spread around....

Yeah. Things get messy.

But it also means things can get interesting, if a magic-using person tries to disappear. Some nobody potion-maker or guy who curses people with warts, if they try to fade out of sight, it should be easy. The sect leader who can bring down a dragon with one mighty blow? Yeah, no, people are going to notice. And be looking for him. After all, too many people tend to think, if a person is innocent then why are they hiding....

Conversely, this means that if a Dread Necromancer appears out of nowhere and starts raising a zombie army, someone’s spy network has failed. Heads should roll.

...Okay, maybe not this minute, we don’t need to give the necromancer more bodies....

Magic is showy, flashy, and fun to put in stories. People who can do it are the stuff of legends. And in a more realistic world, of gossip and espionage!

Just imagine the tension, as a sweating advisor reports to the emperor, “One of our cultivators is missing....”

#creative writing #worldbuilding #xianxia #wuxia #fantasy

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Peng - Tai Lung’s nephew

For those unfamillair the film Kung Fu Panda from 2008 was a huge hit. So much so it go itself sequels TV specials and a cartoon series named Kung Fu Panda Legends of Awesomeness. 

It’s a great show. It gives us a lot more information on the Furious Five, Shifu, and a lot of new characters. One of those new characters is Peng, Tai Lung's nephew.

Now all the fans of the original must be pretty confused. I now will try to make sense of it by addressing all the inconsistencies in the lore and finding explanations to them.

1. Tai Lung doesn’t have a family, right?

Not true from the bat. Everybody has/had a family. Someone had to purposefully left him in front of the palace. It probably were his parents or one of his parents.

2. Why would they leave him like that?

Now that's tricky. We never get information as to why he was abandoned. The keyword is nephew. A nephew is a son of your brother or sister, or a son of your husband's or wife's brother or sister.

We know Tai Lung never married, no girlfriend, no fuck-buddy, any one-night stands. Unless something new comes out and retcons it too. It's most likely that Tai Lung's whole life revolved around kung fu, training, and becoming a dragon warrior.

It must mean that Peng is the son of Tai Lung's brother or sister, or a son of their husband's or wife's brother or sister.

The thing that changes everything is whether they left Tai Lung before or after his brother/sister was born. It could be that they haven't been ready for a child, yet. Maybe they were too poor or had too many children, maybe even both. We just don't know. There's too little information.

3. Why didn’t they come back for him or tried to reach out?

It would've been awkward, to say the least. ''Hey, we're your parents. We left you here because we couldn't take care of you, but now we can. Want to come with or keep in touch?'' They are basically strangers. And appearing out of nowhere would seem like they want to gain something from having a famous relative. Before Tai Lung tried to steal the scroll he was kind of a hero. Just like the Furious Five and Po after him.

Besides, I doubt there is something like a paternity test in ancient China, even or especially in animation.

4. How could they know anything about Tai Lung?

Do you know how sometimes people that gave away their children are still somewhat interested in their kids well being? Just to make sure they made the right choice, and the kid is happy and safe. Also, people talk and gossip. They could've just dropped by a couple of times and asked ''Who is this snow leopard?'' and people would start gushing about how Tai Lung is so awesome and might be a dragon warrior.

5. Why The Jade Palace?

Well, why not? From Tigress's backstory, it looks like ''scary'' animals might have a hard time fitting in with ''cute'' prey animals. Also, living in a palace where you can learn history, kung fu, and even become a hero beloved by everyone is nicer than possibly living in an orphanage until you're too old.

There are still many questions and things that can be explored but I wouldn't call them lore braking or contradictions. There is just more to the story and I hope we get more of it.

Peng only showed up in 3 episodes (I think) that mainly focused on him in the present and not his family and the past. I'm going to write another post dedicated to him in the future.

If you have more questions feel free to ask and I'll try to answer them best of my ability.

I haven't watched kung fu panda or the show in a long time. So I'm going to watch it to refresh my memory and maybe see something I haven't noticed before.

#Tai Lung #Peng #kung fu panda #kung fu panda legends of awesomeness #Po #kfp

[morroodle]

I've decided to combine my hyperfixations. Ninjago Httyd au. Don't ask me how this works.

Cole: Catastrophic Quaken

Quakens are bulky, intimidating Boulder class dragons that attack by slamming into the ground or their foe. Despite their appearance, they're actually big softies who are very protective of their friends. In other words, this is literally Cole as a dragon

Jay: Armorwing

Yes I know the skrill exists but hear me out. I'm basing these choices not only on element but also on personality, and I really don't think a skrill would be the right companion for Jay. They're just too scary. Armorwings are relatively solitary, but considering they are likely relatives of boneknappers I imagine they are really friendly so long as you don't threaten their hoard. Armorwings are scaleless, so they collect scrap metal and weld it to their bodies to protect themselves. Considering Jay's origin, I think an armowing would be great for him.

Kai: Monstrous Nightmare

You saw this coming. Your mom saw this coming. Everyone saw this coming. Monstrous nightmare is a stoker class dragon that can set itself on fire. They're flamboyant and very loyal, and even if they don't do what their rider wants all the time, they'll take orders when things get serious. There is no easier choice.

Zane: Razorwhip

Zane was... tough. Originally I wanted to give him a Bewilderbeast, but that dosent exactly work if I want this to be a proper au with stories. So even though I think it would be a perfect fit in both element and personality it just wouldn't work in a story. I could have gone with a snow wraith, but much like Jay and the Skrill I didn't think it would fit. Razorwhips are loyal dragons that have always seemed very serious to me, and they're protectors. Combined with the metal thing, I think it's a good fit.

Nya: Scauldron

This was another hard one. Scauldron seems like the obvious choice, being the main water dragon, but I didn't think it fit. Again, personality played a big part in these choices. Scauldrons are far from friendly and they have never really been trained. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I wouldn't call Nya aggressive, but she's nowhere near as friendly as the rest of the ninja. The scauldron is also shown to get very homesick, and I think that matches Nya as well. Honestly I really wanted to pick something else but sadly there is a severe lack of tidal class dragons.

(There are like no good scauldron pics)

Lloyd: Rumblehorn

I thought Nya and Zane were hard... then I had to do Lloyd. There was no obvious choice here. There are very few green dragons, and certainly none with anything resembling Lloyd's powers. I honestly don't think a rumblehorn is a great fit either but there was no better option (please give me a better option). The reason I chose a Rumblehorn, aside from being 1 of 4 green dragons, is because rumblehorns are protectors. Unlike most social dragons who either live in packs or symbiotic relationships, rumblehorns protect other dragons, even when discouraged, without getting anything in return. Seems pretty fitting to me.

Morro: Stormcutter

(Yes I'm doing Morro too what do you expect)

Ok so I don't have the best reasons for this one but stormcutters are my favorite and so is Morro so shut up. Im going partially based on headcannons I have for him because there really aren't any evil dragons. Stormcutters are big 4 winged dragons that are very agile. They can be quite ferocious but are also very curious, and are arguably protectors. This might not be universal but Cloudjumper (Valka's stormcutter) seemed overall pretty tired and unamused by toothless/the babies antics, and that fits great with my redeemed Morro headcannons (poor boy is so tired of being alive).

That's all I have for now but I fully intend to make more of this au in the future. I plan on writing how I think each of them met their dragons and maybe their dragons names, and who knows maybe I'll draw some of this next time I have motivation. Let me know if you would like me to do more characters and which characters you'd want to see, or give me your takes and explain why all my choices are terrible.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago zane #ninjago nya #ninjago lloyd #ninjago morro #httyd #how to train your dragon #ninjago httyd au #long post

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 2.5) Chapter Five

Chapter Five: Final Battle

            “There he is…” said Akira, smirking sadistically at the idea of destroying Shibusawa. She had met up with Atsushi, Kyouka, and Akutagawa again. They had also defeated their abilities. Unfortunately, Atsushi’s gift wasn’t working with him, so Akira, Akutagawa, and Kyouka left him to make their way to Mukurotoride. Because of the dragon and (Y/N)’s fight, they had been forced to hide. Now, however, the group was looking at a part-dragon Shibusawa standing in the ruins of the tower.

            “What’s our plan?” whispered Kyouka.

            Before the three could discuss, Akutagawa stepped out brashly. “Shibusawa, correct? Rashoumon!” His ability appeared. “Demonic…Armor!” His coat reformed into a strong suit around him, shielding him from harm.

            “It appears we’re going to attack! What fun~!” Akira grinned and jumped down to join Akutagawa. In her demon-like form, she tended to act before thinking, usually when it meant she got to fight.

            “So you lot are gifted,” sneered Shibusawa.

            “Aww, is someone trying to be scary?” Akira pouted playfully. She was commenting on how Shibusawa’s single horn and claws reminded her of her own ability. She then tilted her and grinned insanely. “Trust me…you’re nowhere close.” As if to prove her point, Kyouka joined her in the crater, glaring defiantly at Shibusawa.

            “Why are you here?” questioned Akutagawa.

            “I just want that man to live in the light,” said Kyouka, “I’ll kill this man. Demon Snow!” The blue apparition appeared beside her, katana drawn.

            “Apparently, there’s going to be a line,” jeered Akira towards the white-haired man.

            “To think the three of you would take back your special abilities,” said Shibusawa.

            “We aren’t the only ones,” said Akira. She knew that there were other strong ability users in Yokohama who undoubtedly took back their abilities. Undoubtedly, (unfortunately in Akira’s mind), her father was one.

            Akutagawa took advantage of the others talking and made the first move. He jumped at Shibusawa with the intent to punch him. The hit landed, tearing through Shibusawa’s torso. He didn’t even flinch. Akutagawa’s eyes widened.

            “I’ve already passed through death.” The white-haired man smirked with a deranged look in his eyes. “How do you kill something that’s already dead?”

            “We could always slice you into tiny pieces like the gods of old!” chirped Akira, leaped up into the air. She landed a blow on Shibusawa, but once again, he was unaffected. He retaliated by kicking her away and punching Akutagawa.

            “You abomination,” growled Akutagawa, skidding to a stop.

            Kyouka sent Demon Snow towards Shibusawa, who met her head on. He stopped her with one hand. Using the other, he blocked Akutagawa who had tried again. Akira attempted to take advantage of his hands being full by attacking from above. Shibusawa threw his head up, using his horn to deal a blow to Akira, who was already injured from her battle with her ability. She collapsed backward, groaning in pain and coughing up blood. Demon Snow and Akutagawa were thrown into rocks on either side of the crater. Shibusawa jumped up, heading for Kyouka.

            “I’ve taken the light of your lives, but that light isn’t enough,” said Shibusawa as he attacked. His claws grew longer, preparing to kill the young girl.

            A sudden beam of blue light landed between Shibusawa and Kyouka. Both jumped back in surprise. Atsushi had arrived. He was more tiger-like than man currently, with furry legs and arms and eyes with slit pupils. The wild ferocity still remained in his eyes. His teeth were bared in a snarl.

            Shibusawa smiled insanely. “Dragon Tiger is a well-deserved name. The Russian who told me of your existence told me that the chaos of the dragon is the true form of the chaos of special abilities. Then, as you are the one who embodies the tiger, you are the antithesis of all special abilities.”

            “It’s about time,” sighed Akira in a bored tone, rotating her shoulder to ease the pain.

            “Took you long enough,” said Akutagawa, scowling in annoyance.

            “Are you going to kill me again, Atsushi Nakajima?” questioned Shibusawa.

            Kyouka, Akutagawa, and Akira widened their eyes. Sure, they had been surprised to learn Shibusawa was already dead, but after Atsushi protested that they shouldn’t kill him, it was shocking to learn he had originally died at the boy’s hands.

            “I’m simply going to return something to where it belongs,” growled Atushi.

            Akira smirked. “Found a loophole for your ‘morals,’ good for you.” She didn’t particularly care whether or not Atsushi would assist in killing Shibusawa, but having him with them definitely increased their chances of success.

            “Don’t be mistaken. I’m not stopping you,” said Shibusawa.

            Atsushi pounced, but his opponent blocked. They both skidded to the sides.

            “Good, Atsushi,” praised Shibusawa, “You are indeed special.”

            Atsushi launched himself at the white-haired man, who met him head on. They clashed over and over, neither gaining the upper hand for long.

            “I’m definitely not bored anymore,” said Shibusawa, kicking the weretiger to the side.

            Akutagawa cut in with a sudden attack with Rashoumon, keeping his distance from Shibusawa’s claws. Akira lashed out as well, jumped towards the white-haired man. Shibusawa first took out Akutagawa by grabbing the two strands of Rashoumon and whipping them around. The mafioso was pulled of his feet and hit the ground hard. Since Akira was about to close in on him, the white-haired man blocked and raked his claws down her already bloody arms before gripping them tightly. Akira twisted around and kicked him in the head. Annoyed, Shibusawa slammed her into the ground, disorienting her and causing her to cough up blood. Demon Snow attempted to slice him in half, but the tough dragonhide on his arms acted as armor. He punched the apparition back towards her owner before leaping to the pair. He delivered a powerful kick, sending Kyouka flying.

            “Demon Snow!” she cried in worry as she flew backwards to a rock. Kyouka would be extremely hurt if she hit her back.

            By this time, Atsushi had regained his wits and moved into action. He maneuvered himself between Kyouka and the wall, saving her.

            “The four of us need to combine our strength,” said Atsushi, unfazed from the hit, “Otherwise we can’t secure our place of being. You can call Demon Snow again, right?”

            Kyouka simply stared at him.

            “Kyouka, weretiger, demon…” said Akutagawa, standing, “You understand what you need to do, don’t you?”

            “Yeah, I know.” Atsushi stepped out to face Shibusawa.

            “Of course,” said Akira, grinning in sadistic excitement.

            “Kyouka,” said the weretiger, “You said you didn’t want to hate Demon Snow. She’ll respond to your words.” He propelled himself towards Shibusawa after those words. Once again, the pair were caught in a flurry of attacks, dodges, and blocks.

            “Your naivete is beautiful,” sneered Shibusawa. He leapt into the air and began hovering above them.

            “Kyouka! Akira!” yelled Atsushi.

            “Demon Snow!” Kyouka called forth her ability.

            Demon Snow materialized behind Shibusawa, driving her katana down on him. At the same time, Akira jumped up from the ground to claw him, pinning him between herself and Demon Snow. Taking her chance to do real damage, Akira reached up and tore the top of his horn away.

            “It is no use! Give up!” said Shibusawa angrily.

            Akira moved out of the way before he was pinned on a slab of rock. She then flipped herself onto the katana, driving it further into the man.

            “You underestimate us…” She smirked, showing of her fangs. “You’ll regret it~. After all…hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Though I suppose in this case, it’s ‘gifted’ scorned.” Akira flipped away, but not before she dangled the piece of his horn she had taken in front of him.

            “Akutagawa!” yelled Atsushi.

            “Don’t tell me what to do!” shouted Akutagawa. Nevertheless, he used Rashoumon to create a giant sphere-shaped prison around Shibusawa and then raised it into the air. Before it closed, Atsushi jumped inside.

            All the other three could see from the outside were flashes of light from the inside. Blue streaks appeared, indicating Atsushi was fighting hard. Suddenly, the entire orb was surrounded in golden flames, like an explosion of power had come from within. Akutagawa, Akira, and Kyouka were forced to shield their eyes from the heat and light. For a second, everything went quiet. No light, no sounds, nothing. Then, the sphere shattered. Blue light radiated outward, destroying the fog wherever it went, freeing Yokohama. When Akira could see properly, she knew for certain Shibusawa was gone, permanently. Atsushi was the only one there, floating to the ground. He turned around and smiled at them softly. Kyouka returned the smiled with a relieved one of her own. Akutagawa simply scoffed, refusing to acknowledge Atsushi. Akira smirked proudly, tossing her “souvenir” to herself. Behind them, the sun began to rise. They had survived. Yokohama was saved. They were there to see another day. Akutagawa turned and began to leave. Clearly, he was satisfied with the job being over and just wanted to leave.

            Akira sighed and looked out over the water. Her ability deactivated. Her human form returned. She smiled to herself. Although she exhibited sadistic enjoyment of fighting Shibusawa, she hadn’t had time to really think about how it felt to work with others. It felt…nice. Maybe it would be fun to work with others more… Akira scoffed to herself. Teams only slow you down with rules, she thought, It’s much better to work by yourself. Then, at least, you can make your own decisions and not have to worry about people’s opinions. Really, the raven-haired woman was hiding the deeper abandonment issues she held inside her. She knew she had problems but refused to acknowledge them. Akira equated it to being weak (incorrectly, of course). So, not knowing what else to do, she banished the thought to the back of her mind. Instead, she turned to see who was approaching since the sound of footsteps could be heard. Akira grinned after seeing who it was.

            (Y/N) and Dazai, now in their Agency clothing, walked towards the group. Dazai looked towards (Y/N), pouting as she pushed him farther forward.

            “Come on,” she prompted, motioning to Atsushi.

            “Fine…” Dazai looked towards Atsushi and sighed, becoming serious. “Atsushi, what I did earlier…” He was trying to explain why he acted like he was on Shibusawa’s side. He had already done so for (Y/N), but now she was making him do the same for Atsushi since (Y/N) knew the poor boy was probably confused and felt betrayed by Dazai’s actions.

            “You…You tried to protect this city.” Atsushi smiled. Obviously, he trusted Dazai and didn’t ever believe the brunette was really betraying the Agency.

            “Do I look like such a good person?” questioned Dazai disbelievingly.

            “Sure, why?” said Atsushi.

            “We’ve already been through this,” sighed (Y/N), “You’re a good person, Dazai.”

            The brunette blinked, surprised, and chuckled. Two people with bright hearts trusted him so completely. One, the boy he was trying to make into a strong man who could protect Yokohama. The other, the woman he loved more than anything else in his life. “Well, whatever.” He brushed aside the comments. Dazai then got silent for a moment, pondering something. “I hope he managed to fill his boredom and loneliness.”

            “Is this really what you wanted?” asked Atsushi. “Just as Shibusawa was able to forget he’d been killed before, I think Dazai can put his past behind him again.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Well said, Atsushi. Unfortunately, Dazai’s mind is too powerful to forget so easily.” She said it playfully, but there was an element of truth.

            “But this is right,” said Atsushi softly, thinking to how he had to kill Shibusawa again, “At least, for now, I’m proud we were able to protect this city together. I think it’s at least a little more beautiful to live on with you and Kyouka and (Y/N) and the others.”

            “Yeah, by the way, speaking of ‘others,’ ” said (Y/N), frowning, “Were you here the whole time?” She turned to Akira who was standing quietly to the side.

            “I was, yeah. Helping your Agency got me some injuries,” said Akira, “But I got some fun out if it, so I’m fine.”

            (Y/N) deadpanned. Why am I friends with people who care so little for their own health? “And…that thing?” She motioned to the horn in Akira’s hand.

            “This?” The raven-haired woman held it up. “It was Shibusawa’s. I’m thinking of hanging it in my bar.”

            Of course, she is… (Y/N) sighed but chuckled at her friend’s antics.

            “She was a lot of help,” said Atsushi.

            “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Akira waved her hand and turned to leave. “I’m going to clean up my bar and have a drink. See ya.” She left before she could get roped into being “buddy-buddy” with people and fall into friendships with them. As usual, she closed herself off whenever possible if things weren’t entertaining or usual to her in some way.

            (Y/N) smiled to herself, understanding Akira’s reasons, and then turned, hearing more footsteps.

            “You!” called a familiar voice. Kunikida and a few members of the Agency had arrived. “Boneheads, you’re still alive!”

            “You guys are okay!” said (Y/N) in relief. She had trusted they would survive, but tiny doubts had, of course, plagued her. She was human, after all.

            “Of course,” said Dazai, putting a hand on her shoulder. He smiled at her. “We’re the Armed Detective Agency. Right?”

            A small blush covered her cheeks. “Yeah!” We’re the Armed Detective Agency. No matter what gets thrown at us, we come out on top. Always.

#there's a will; there's a way #bsd x reader #bsd anime #dazai bsd #bsd manga #bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd fic #bsd fanfic #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #armed detective agency #original character #oc #bsd ocs #bsd oc #bungou stray dogs oc #bsd dead apple #dead apple #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #tw yandere #yandere

[frodopotter7]

A Vampire in Hamburg- Part 4

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Warning: This chapter is going to be tragic, sad and a bit brutal

On the next day Ringo told Paul and John that they would visit a castle. "A castle? In Hamburg? I don't think so?", Paul asked confused. "Yeah, it's kinda hidden. That's why we didn't talked about it in German.", George lied. Paul just nodded quietly. So they started walking though Hamburg, while George was trying to feel the energy of the portal. His feelings told him they were close. They stoped as they arrived near the miniature store, where the Germans had an exhibition of the whole world in tiny. As they crossed the street and went into the next street, they saw a black and noble hotel called 'Sir Gentleman'. On the left side of the hotel was a little dark alley. Apparently for the workers in the hotel. "George, let's leave. That doesn't look right. Where should there be possibly a castle?", Paul questions with a bad feeling. "No, I know it must be there." George  walked in firth. Only with his vampire powers he could open the portal. They rest also followed in the dark small alley. It seemed to turn into a tunnel and everything was dark. Suddenly they saw a bright light at the end. As they got closer the normal world of Hamburg seem to disappear.

The Beatles  found them self right in front of  a huge creme looking castle. It seemed to be not in Hamburg anymore. It felt as if it was somewhere else. It was night and the full moon shined bright down on them. There was a huge garden with lots of flowers in it. The castle gave a creepy atmosphere because of some dragons and monster statures that where placed on the roof and were used as some sort of ornaments. "How?" Paul stuttered. "It's night. Although it should have been morning." "Did we accidentally toke drugs again?", John asked and he himself wasn't sure if this was meant as a joke or not. "No, this is just an illusion for the atmosphere.", George lied again and felt all the memories he had with this place.

Back in the days he trained here. Mr. Greif had explained him a lot about his powers and because of him he was able to control them. As he saw all the flowers he remembered how Mr. Greif loved gardening and how George helped him with it. Mr. Greif was usually calm and friendly but then again he could have horrible mood swings and scare everyone. This good hearted old man had a favour to appear more as a classical creepy vampire to be leaved alone. Why should anyone else leave in a huge castle all alone with only some students sometimes?

George was again the firth on to enter the terrace. "Come on guys. We have a meeting." Ringo followed. Paul and John looked scared at each other, but then also followed. George opened the huge wooden door and entered the empty stone hale. It seemed gaben up year ago. It seemed different and more scary. Very unusually was that there where cobwebs everywhere. Mr. Greif was very perfectionistic with cleaning so this made no sense at all. Also the darkness fruit vampires had no problem with light. Why could Mr. Greif not leave the normal time as usual? But still it was George only hope. So he didn't let it bother him. The steps of the boys echoed on the walls because of the marble stone. Everyone was scared. Paul grabbed John's hand without even noticing. John looked down on Paul's soft hand, but didn't dared to say anything. "Mister Greif!", George then yelled. Silence only George words that came back to him. After a short while a figure appeared on top of the huge stares that lead up to the upped stage with a left and right side. "Hello.", a deep and scratchy voice said out of nowhere. Paul and John both yelled and got closer to one another. George mood was grim. This wasn't Mr. Greif. "Where is Mr. Greif?" The person got into the light and now faced down to the Beatles. It was a tall and abounded looking man. George didn't saw anything good in him. His aura was deep black and huge. He wore a black and old dirty coat. George activated his closer looking skill. Yes, the dirt was dust and blood. The man had also black leather gloves and big and solide shoes. His face was pale even paler than George or Mr. Greif. The man was lanky and blocky at the same time. His grin was like from a monster. Not only his canines where sharpie knifes also the rest of his teeth seemed like little knifes while his canines where the hugest and they had blood spots on them. The eyes of the man were deep red and full of killing lust. George bite his lips nervously. Shit, this man was a fully grown and extremely powerful vampire. George needed to be careful. So he tried to stay as calm and cold as he could. George noticed how Ringo came closer to George. He was scared as well. The man didn't move and fixed his eyes on George. "A baby?" "I'm not a baby. Where is Mr. Greif?" "He is out of the house. Let me bring you to his assistant." "He doesn't have an assistant. He lives alone." "Oh, George how long have you been gone?" Paul and John both looked shocked as the stranger knew George's name. "Let's follow lads." "I don't want.", John whispered. "Please." "Yeah, I'm really nice. I just look so scary." The man rushed down to them. Within just an eye blink he stood right in front of Paul and looked him right into his brown eyes. Paul was like freezed and started to sweat. The man grabbed Paul's cheek and squished it pretty hard. "Don't worry you little bunny bugs. We will only help you. The assistance can help you all. "Hey, let Paul go." John protested. The vampire let go and leaved a bleeding scratch on Paul's cheek. "Don't worry. We also have something that let's you see again." "See?" "Well, you wear contacts. Free your eyes from that. Now please flow me." With that the vampire was on top of the stairs again. Scared all the Beatles flowed.

They went into the right floor and got deeper into the maze of the castle. Only George knew that they where on the direct way to the main tower in the middle of the castle in which usually Mr. Greif's office was. As they finally leaved all the same looking stone dark floors behind them, they finally arrived in front of a brown door with the name Mr. Greif written on it. In side the room there was a huge desks with lots of magical stuff on top of it. It was a whole chaos of paper. The rest of the room where book shelfs and bubbling mixtures. The tall vampire closed the door and stood now next to the desk. Behind the desk there sit a small old man, with a huge white moustache and a white lab coat. His voice was more higher and more friendlier than the one of the vampire. As far as George could see he couldn't find a aura and also no signs that this was a vampire two. This man was only incredible old. "Hello my friends. Sorry for Nox. My butler just is a bit ruth sometimes. I'm still trying to explain him communication. You must know he once was a bad guy but now I tempted him. So you are here because you can't control yourself George?" "I only talk to Mr. Greif." The man got up and walked over to George. "Oh come on. You can trust me as much as you trust him. I know everything he knows. Now let me help you. I could also help your friends." "Who are you?" "Oh how not polite of me. I'm Professor Hollow." "Professor Hollow?" Ringo asked. "You know him?", George looked down to Ringo. "He written a book about vampires." "Yes I did." "What is going on?", John asked confused. "George, didn't you told them?", the professor asked with a playful friendly voice. George bared his teeth. "I see. You are still confused by the blood. Yes, I know why you are here. I see everything." The Professor lifted his white bangs he had on top of his forehead. He exposed a green third eye. John and Paul where about to scream again. "Oh, come on please. I'm not the most scary thing. Your friend is also not a human." "George, what is he talking about?", Paul was obviously worried. "I'm a fruit vampire." "A what?" "He is eating fruits to hide his true killing monster." "What?" "He killed the woman." "What?!", John and Paul yelled at the same time. "George, please say this isn't true." "It is." "And now he wants my help to remove the beast inside of him." "Kinda, yes. I still want to talk to Mr. Greif." "He is on a mission. Anyways. I have something for you." He toke out a little syringe. "Oh no." George knew that he couldn't hold he fear back and just by looking at the syringe he dropped. "What is going on? I want to go home!", John yelled as Nox grabbed him and Paul. "Leave the little Richard alone. We want to have a little more fun with him."

With that Professor Hollow gave George the serum. George started to transform. Nox was distarcted by the transformance and Paul could escape his grip. Paul immediately ran off. Nox wanted to follow, but Hollow held him back.  "No forget him. He is not important." "Why are you doing this to him?", Ringo screamed. "Because we hate fruit vampires and they need to finally get real vampires." "But the book?" "Yeah, that was from me. Actually it was the whole plan. You came here. To Hamburg. It was only a question of time till George would get mad and you as his lover would obviously notice." "Lover?" "Oh come on. It's obvious even if I had only two eyes. Anyways, you found my book and got mad at George. George was so into his fruit rush that he didn't notices that he had been turned into a bat and just flew away. It was Nox who killed the woman. But now you are here and it is already too late. Ah I see the serum is finally working." George's started to shake and couldn't stop moving. His fingernails turned into claws and his skin got more pale. His eyes turned red and his breath went wild and deep like a thirsty wolf. "Here you go your firth human blood." Hollow gave George a red liquid in side a test tube. George immediately drank it. While he madly enjoyed the blood, Ringo started running away. "That's right Richard Starkey, George is defiantly going to fancy your blood. It smells very sweet and delicious." Nox lusted. George trough the glass away and immediately faced the door where Ringo just had disappeared. He activates is powers and his teeth come out and he started chasing Ringo. "So everything is working perfectly after plan. So and what will we do with you?" Hollow turned to John. "Maybe the glasses." He grabbed John's face and squished it. "Yeah, let's get you in the experiment room."

It was Paul who was leaved alone now. Ringo was somewhere in this huge castle and probably also was hidden. George was a mad and dangerous vampire and John was in the hands of this professor. Amazing! What's next? Paul was in pain. Exhausted he went into a metal shelf. He was in some sort of big hale with only metal stuff in it and weird chains that hung down the clinging. He heard noice. People came. It sounded like this weird professor and this vampire. The dragged someone with them. Paul watched all through a little whole in the shelf and tried hard to don't make any noise. Any wrong move would mean his death. It was indeed the mad professor and his vampire friend. Paul still couldn't believe George was one of them. The one who got dragged on the floor was John, who nearly passed out and was only half there. They attached him to the chains and he tried to do something. "You will not get us!" "Oh we already have you. George will lose his mind and kill Ringo. He can't escaped the monster. Ringo is probably already dead." "But you will never get Paul!" "Yeah, that's a shame. But no one will believe him anyways. So please hold still Mr. Lennon. It's only a little poke from the syringe." "NO!" John tried hard to escape, but the (Betäubungsmittel) had made him way to weak and he was also attached to the chains. "It won't hurt and believe me." The professor pushed in the syringe into John's arm. He yelled in pain, but instead of only screaming he also sang. "Nothing's gonna change my world! Nothing's change my world!" And then he gave a message to me with his last words. "Paul! Run! Escape and tell Brian. At least save your life. I lo..." But he couldn't finish because his body already changed. Paul's eyes got bigger as he saw John's disturbing transformation and the smile of the professor. On John's face crazy eyes appeared and his face now had so many eyes everywhere. John's hands turned in fins and his legs were welded together. Out of his mouth came huge tusks and his glassed dropped on the ground. Paul had to close his eyes and cover his moth. He couldn't take anymore of this horrible transformation and the evil laughter. His body was shaking in panic. John's scream got more and more inhuman and the laughter went louder. Tear ran down Paul's checks.

And then everything was quiet. Deadly quiet. Paul didn't wanted to open his eyes. The one who broke the silence was the professor. "It worked! We toke all his humanity and turned him into a deadly killing machine." "And now?" "And now we kill this little big nosed Beatle." "Oh, yeah. His blood smells so delicious." They went and left their new made monster behind. It had brocken the chains. Paul heard that the door was looked. Shit now he was looked inside here. He toke the risk and watched trough the hole again. His jar dropped. John was gone. Instead a huge and monstrous looking walrus with lots of eyes in his face was inspecting the room. Paul knew that this was John, but he probably couldn't remember. The walrus was getting more and more angry and started to destroy things with his horrible (Stoßzähnen). Paul started to cry. They had killed his John and turned him into a killer weapon. Paul though a while in panic. It wouldn't toke much longer till the walrus would destroy the shelf and kill Paul. What should he do?

That was when Paul noticed something in the eyes of the walrus. The thing couldn't see anything it was probably nearly blind as John always was when he didn't wear his glasses. Paul knew this would be his death, but it was his only chance to escape. As the walrus was busy destroying the chains, he sneaked out of his hideaway. Paul ran to the glasses and hold them tight. The monster walrus turned around. Paul was freeze in his movement. His body was shaking even more now. "John. It's me Paul. Paul McCartney, your friend. We are friends.", Paul said slowly like he would talk to a litte kid that only learned how to speak. But John couldn't remember and rushed to Paul. "Stop!", Paul screamed. "I got your glasses!" Paul lifted them up. The walrus looked at them. "You need them to see." But he didn't seem to get it and the monster just dropped Paul easily to the ground. The heavy walrus mad Paul choke and he couldn't breath. He immediately placed the glasses John's face. But the monster had already pushed him away. So Paul was thrown against the metal shelf. His head started to hurt and his felt warm liquid running down his back head. The walrus was still confused to see something at last trough two eyes by now. That he stated to attack Paul agin. This time he pushed his tusk into Paul's leg. Paul yelled in pain, but tried to keep. It down to not show that he was still down here. "John! I'm Paul! Your Paulie. Princess. I want to help you. I'm not your enemy. I love you, Johnny! Don't hurt your little bunny princess." The walrus stoped and pulled out his now blood filled tusk out of Paul's leg. The blood rushed out unstoppable.

But Paul had awoke a little hope in the monster. It tangled his head and saw something in Paul. The walrus didn't know what this feeling was, but this boy seemed to nice. "Hi, Johnny are you back?", Paul said weakly. The walrus barked and started to tape on my leg. Gently I touched the walruses brown skin, which had the colour of John's normal hair. It felt so hard. Almost like stone. "I love you, John.", Paul sighted. The walrus had released what it had done. It didn't know what this human was but he liked this human. This human was nice. Nice human. Paul. Sounded nice in the ears of a walrus. As well as the word love. "Aul", the walrus try to growl. "One day you look to see I have gone. But tomorrow my rain so I will follow the sun. And now my time has come and so my love I must go. Although I lose a friend in the end you will know." With this last word Paul sang, he passed out. Too much red liquid had ran out of his body.

While Paul was dying Ringo ran for his life. He ran as fast as he could, but this castle was just too huge. Behind him he heard the noice of a blood dripping George, who was really into a blood rush. Ringo rushed into a room. He couldn't get to the front door so he just jumped trough a window and ran around in the garden to find an escape. He passed the flowers and made the one mistake. He turned around. George was standing in the window and he looked very brutally and not even a bit like George. Well it was George, but blood dripped down his lips and his teeth looked like knifes. His eyes where red and he had a creepy smile on his face. He licked his lips and started running. Ringo screamed in panic and ran away. Sadly that's why he didn't notice a rank and dropped on the ground. On luckily he even landed in a rose bush. Roses that were like George. They might be pretty, but also have sharply thorns, which destroyed Ringo's cloth. He tried to catch himself and closed his eyes, but still his faces got some scratches as well as his hands and arms. Bleeding right in front of a vampire in a blood rush who was already trilled by the smell of your is indeed not the cleverstes thing. Helpless Ringo stretched his arms and ducked down. He was shaking. He was crying. He was fearing. "George, please. Have mercy! I'm your friend." George or the vampire that just looked like George couldn't understand. He saw his bagging rather amusingly. It was a bit like playing with your food for him. George made small and slow steps to Ringo, who couldn't stand up. He was trapped between the roses and George came closer while tangling his head creepily. Ringo opened his eyes and desperately searched for an answer. Ringo found the death head of a beautiful rose, that he must have ripped from the body as Ringo had been falling down. He grabbed the white rose, that was coloured by Ringo's red blood. Ringo looked up to the vampire, that was now right above him and gave him the flower. "George loves flowers. George loves the nature. Maybe he remembers this." "No, he doesn't." The wrong George started to lick the blood from the rose. "But I love George. I love the real George. The George that cares for his environment. The George that is helpful, talented and friendly. I can't see auras like you, but I know that yours still is like his. Gentle and careful and full of love. George is something." George eyes widened and turned brown again. "Rin...go.", he stuttered. It was really hard for him to talk, because the monster inside of him wanted Ringo's blood so bad. Ringo's eyes filled with tears. "George?", eh wanted to stand up. "Don't come closer. I can hold this for very long." He gave Ringo the rose back. "Ran, ran somewhere where I can't find you. Take the flower and rub it over your wounds. It will heal the pain." "I won't leave you behind." "I'm not myself anymore. I don't think I will every be again and now run!" George yelled in pain. Ringo jumped up and couldn't move. He wanted to help George. But he couldn't. He held the flower in his hand close to his breast. George's eyes already turned more red again. Ringo risked his life and just ran to George. He gave him a little kiss on the cheek and felt how George's tear dropped down on Ringo's lip. But then Ringo turned around and ran away as fast he could. He could hear George screaming. His scream was now more inhuman. Ringo heard Paul screaming and he heard the screams of a walrus, but he ran. He ran without a pause. He knew it was too late for his friends. Although he didn't wanted to believe it.

[nsk96]

Spicy Water

A Dragon Raja fan fiction by N.S.K.

Episode 61: A Protector

Nadi: for some odd reason though, I feel like Ruri isn't a threat to me

Finger: what makes you say that?

Nadi: I spoke to him. He was scary but he didn't hurt me. He just warned me to stay away

Finger: uhhh, red flag, girl!

Nadi: the Ruri we think we know, would have attacked me. I think he's different now

Finger: elaborate

Nadi: I noticed that Ruri tends to show up whenever Chime is confronted with his past. It's almost like Ruri is just protecting him

Finger: and...

Nadi: some people develop alternate personalities as the brain's way to protect them from reliving the trauma of past events

Finger: so, if we leave him alone completely, then Ruri wouldn't pop out?

Nadi: not guaranteed, since there could be many things that will trigger his traumatic memories. With professional help, we can block out triggers and maybe get Ruri and Chime to merge

Finger: then what's the plan?

Nadi: I can maybe get him to see my therapist

Finger: you have a therapist? What for?

Nadi: just someone to seek advice from, for managing daily stress...also to help me get my memory back.

[Suddenly a little boy appears out of nowhere]

Nadi: whoa, who are you? How did you get here?

Finger: Lu Mingze. What a pleasant surprise

Ming-Z-Lu: I noticed you two found yourselves trapped in this place. I can get you out...for a fee

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#dragon raja #spicy water #dragon raja fan fiction #nsk #spicy water comic #dragonraja #nadi agnimitra #finger von frings #lu mingze #ming z lu

[fairy-farmer]

Animals of Brimstone Farm

Decided to post a list of animals on my farm and some tiny headcanons I have about them about them (some are kinda lame, sorry for that ><"). I'll be updating the post as I'll get more animals/as they grow! More UTC!

Pets

Mango (♀️):

Quite lazy

Owns the bed

Guards the waterbowl often

Banana (♂️):

Talkative

Loves to run

Clingy towards Mango

Strawberry (♂️):

Hoards toys

Will pounce on anyone no matter how much bigger they are

Thinks he's super scary (he's not)

Grape (♀️)

A lap dog despite her size

Has the biggest puppy eyes (and will whine for human food)

Treats the chickens and ducks like her babies

Chickens

Potato (♀️):

Thinks she's the boss (she is)

Kinda stand-offish

Walks around as if she's on a runway

Pasta (♀️):

Shy but friendly

Likes to hide in weird places

Will most likely sit on your head

Dumpling (♀️):

The actual hiding master

Thinks fingers are food

Loves scritches

Rice (♀️):

A brat (affectionate)

Really fast (does she teleport???)

Would break something and then act innocent while right next to it

Ducks

Poppy (♀️):

Quacks only when walking

Surprisingly not into water as much as the other ducks

Pretty independent but likes to be pampered from time to time

Begonia (♀️):

Has the vibes of a grumpy old man

Will sit in your way and then act like you're the one who's in her way

Fastest swimmer

Saffron (♀️):

Follows the farmer around a lot

Curious about everything

Has no fear

Forsythia (♀️):

Can get comfy in the worst places

Doesn't like to be petted much

Messy eater

Cows

Muffin (♀️):

Loves hiding in tall grass

Would probably go on a long journey (aka go to another town and get lost) if given the chance

Likes to lay her head in people's laps

Zabaione (♀️):

Very energetic, frolicks a lot

Nudges you to ask for pets

Quite gentle. You could probably put your hand in her mouth and she won't bite (Don't try this at home)

Shortcake (♀️):

Very shy around everyone except for the farmer

Likes scritches behind her ears

Has the sweetest moo

Cheesecake (♀️):

Really smart

Amused when people get surprised by her appearing seemingly out of nowhere

Very likely to eat the crops

Goats

Dragon (♀️):

Will climb anywhere and everywhere

Kinda lazy

Has a tendency to attack the scarecrows

Dwarf (♀️):

Considers clothing a delicacy

Can jump so high you'd think she has springs in her legs

Where Dragon goes, Dwarf often follows

#stardew valley #sdv animals #sdv cat #sdv dog #sdv chickens #sdv ducks #sdv cows #sdv goats #the recolours are by Elle and Asterisk 555 and can be found on Nexus #animals of brimstone farm

[dianaposting]

Christmas' spirit

Noelle watched the campfire in silence as Azzy counted the children. Even if Susie had reassured her that it was safe, the fear of the fire spreading out was still somewhat present.

"...where is Jamie?" Azzy asked.

Noelle looked at the children again. Jamie, a small squirrel-like monster, seemed to be missing. A kid raised their hand. "He said he was going to the bathroom"

Noelle sighed in relief. She fidgeted with the lantern in her hands, glaring in the direction of the toilets. Of course, she couldn't see them because the bunkhouses were on the way.

"So, are you kids having fun?" Azzy asked. Some kids nodded. "Which has been your favorite part of the camp so far?"

Noelle saw something move between the bushes. A snake-like girl raised her tail. "Swimming in the lake!" She cheered.

Noelle glared at the human kid in the multitude. They were slightly older than the rest, and very quiet. They reminded her of Kris. They shyly raised their hand, and Noelle pointed at them, inviting them to speak. "And you?"

The kid hesitated. "I... I liked building a tent... with the purple lady"

Noelle smiled. "I'll let her know!" She replied.

The kid looked down, blushing a bit.

Soon after, Jamie appeared through the corner. Azzy waved at him. "Hey, Jamie! Everything okay?"

Jamie nodded nervously as he went to sit next to his friends. Noelle gulped. This was her time to shine.

"What story are you going to tell us tonight?" MK's younger sibling asked.

Noelle turned on the lantern and placed it below her chin, giving her that silly scary look. Between the bushes, something moved. Noelle smirked. "Have you ever heard the tale of Christmas' spirit?"

"Do you mean the Scrooge story?" A kid asked.

Noelle shook her head. "It's a different one. A legend that not many people know about. It's not documented in any book, so you won't learn about it in the library. Only the Boom family knows about it, and those they share it with"

"Sounds like bullshit!" A little boy claimed.

"Hey! Watch your mouth!" Azzy replied.

"Bullshit bullshit bullshit-" the boy began repeating.

"You're not getting your t-shirt tomorrow," Azzy warned him. It wasn't true, but it made the kid go silent.

Noelle sighed. "Where were we? Right. Anyway, this is a real story. It happened back in the 15th century, when this was the Ebott kingdom."

"You kids know the deal," Azzy explained. "Princes and princesses! Knights in shining armor and dragons hoarding treasures! Brave sailors and reckless pirates!"

Noelle giggled. "You're confusing them, Azzy"

"Do you kids know what was invented in the 15th century? A hint, it has to do with books"

No kids raised their hand. Noelle sighed. "The print was invented in the 15th century. Anyway, Hometown is a very old town. Back in the day, it was a county ruled by a cold countess with two daughters. The oldest one was named Christmas, like the December holiday."

Noelle heard a kid mutter "what a boring history lesson"

She chuckled. "Des- Christmas was a very talented girl. She showed admirable skills in sports, and a great interest in legends. Despite being a teen, she was close friends with the old blacksmith of the town, a man known for his fantastic tales about a world beyond our own"

"Darn, we should've played them the Lord of the Hammer movies..." Azzy muttered.

"Eventually, the old blacksmith passed away, not before giving Christmas one last request. He left her a very cryptic note, which led her to believe that she had to find some sort of hidden treasure at the bottom of the lake"

The snake girl raised her tail once more. "This lake?"

Noelle nodded and put on her best devilish grin. As scary as she tried to appear, she just looked like a dork. "Yes, Sally. This same lake. One night, when everyone else was asleep, Christmas dived deep into the lake, carrying only her trustful club. The following morning, Christmas was nowhere to be seen, and eventually she was assumed to be dead. Her gown appeared at the shore, which led everyone to assume she had drowned. And, in honor of her memory, her mother composed a song that you've probably heard already"

Azzy took the red guitar from the ground and began playing the only song he knew to play. Dess' favorite song. The lost girl.

"However, her spirit didn't die," Noelle revealed. "People say that if you go deep enough in the lake, you will hear her song playing"

The lights suddenly flickered. "What was that?" A scared kid asked.

"Nothing to worry about," Azzy tried to calm him down. "The lightbulbs are kinda old"

Noelle sighed. "Rumors say that during the middle of the night, the spirit still wanders around the lake, searching for the hidden treasure that costed her life, and lusting for revenge of those who wronged her"

The lights began flickering again as Noelle turned off her lantern. Azzy sighed. Suddenly, the speakers began blasting an eerie melody, the same song Azzy had played in the guitar, now whistled and with an unnerving droning bass. Noelle covered her ears. Too loud. "DID YOU SET THIS UP?" Azzy yelled.

The volume lowered as an eerie laughter resonates through the camp. Noelle noticed a figure leave the bushes and pointed at it. "OH, WE'RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER!" A distorted voice announced.

The figure finally stepped into the light. A feminine figure with black hair wearing a torn red princess gown, a hockey mask and a baseball bat covered in barbwire. The kids began screaming. "IT'S THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT!" Azzy shouted. "GET INTO THE BUNKHOUSES!"

Chaos ensued, as the children ran towards the safety of their bedrooms. However, the human kid and the snake girl tripped and were left crying on the floor. "Shit" the distorted voice realized as the ghostly figure took off her mask, revealing a deer girl the same age as Azzy. "Are they okay?"

Noelle was beginning to regret this. She helped the kids get up from the floor, and made sure they didn't have any injures. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She apologized while imagining the angry parents. "Nothing to fear, see?" She pointed towards the deer girl. "She's not a ghost! She's Dess!"

The kids stopped crying as Dess approached them, still dragging the bat through the dirt. She turned off her microphone. "Sup?"

"That was too scary!" The human child sobbed.

Azzy sighed. "We're getting in trouble for this..."

"Dess is that barbwire?" Noelle pointed out.

Dess grinned as she displayed the bat with pride. "Hell yeah! Kris had some laying around and I thought, why not?" She touched it and grimaced. "And it's pointy!"

"Dess what the hell?" Azzy protested.

"Can I hold it?" The human kid suddenly asked.

Dess offered the weapon to them. "Sure!"

However, as the kid was going to take it Noelle confiscated it from her hands. "How about we watch a movie and you don't tell your parents?"

#deltarune #fanfic #summer camp #idk lol just a silly shortfic i thought of