#siren! I think. they're bird to me

[b4kuch1n]

siren

#bakuspecial #cw: nudity #cw: body horror #monster #siren! I think. they're bird to me #I think this has been brewing since that stream mim did of drawing dnd monsters only from official text description #and when the official art for the sirens were shown I was like. oh thats just a woman with wings #lmao like. granted. its an official dnd book available for all audience. you cant make it too Bad To Look At #(I do not agree with this but it wasnt about me. if its about me its gonna be about very few people lmao) #but yeah. after that I got slightly too into the idea of putting more bird into birdwoman #but I also do genuinely love monsters that are Rearranged Human Parts so. I couldnt commit too much to the bird scales Im so sorry #I wanted the fleshiness. the feel. textural experience of holding her hands and being like oh that's a human #even when ur eyes tell u otherwise. mmm #...I looked to my right as I was typing these tags and saw. the fucked up pikmin I tried to sculpt the other day along with the pin #and got startled #its so. its so fucked up. gods. dusty white naked grainy parsnip #I used to have that one doll I butchered wanting to customize in a box next to me and thats way less upsetting than this. man #its perfect actually I will never throw this thing away. anyways #now. now I go to bed. its sleep time for the baku #have a good night lads! you CAN have it both way easily you just need a big bat

[cookiepie111]

༊࿐ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 ༊࿐

Part 2 of drink from the leche of sirens

Part 1 here

A/N: I'm back after what felt like f forever! Crying screaming throwing up it's finally finished! Part two of könig x nymph! Black Reader. I'm over the moon so many people liked part one i loved writing it. Love to hear your thoughts on this chapter or any ideas. Feedback,likes and reblogs are appreciated🙏🏾 also if you wanted to be added to the tag list please let me know. I've read this like a thousand times but if theres mistakes im sorry oop(Yes this title is from the new hunger games. I watched it and I'm obsessed! Please talk to me about it! )

Sisters in order of appearance Aganippe, Bolbe

Tag list: @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome

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Red. you wouldn't say it was your colour. It's a harsh and rough colour that didn't suit you. A colour you've never taken any notice of before. But you're seeing it everywhere. It's in the berries, the birds, and the flowers. You're seeing /him/ everywhere.

"Sister! Sister! What about this one? " You watch, fiddling with the braslet on your wrist as your sisters pull up a man from the water, he's tall but too skinny and smooth. not your man. A shake of your head, and he's shoved back down the water. Why was it so hard to find this man? You should have paid better attention to his armour, although that wouldn't help much. You're not well versed in the human wars and their armies.

"When did you see him?"

"Around the willows and lake i think it was xxxx "

one of your sisters hums, coiling her hair around her finger, oak skin still wet from the water. "That was Around the date from the Eastern fight, so he's probably with the reds or the greens " that was something the most you've gotten about him "but they're both pretty big armies." She stills looking up at you

"are you sure you were supposed to heal him" huh what did she mean, were you supposed to do anything with him? he just found his way there to you, you could do whatever you wanted with him right?. You weren't sure what your sister was asking, the look on your face must have made her nervous "I mean, maybe you shouldn't have let him go"

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Magic is believing its a lot faith. There aren't any other options könig has so faith and believing are the only things he can hold on to. Belief, that the charm held tightly in his hands, will bring out a nymph, and faith he'll see you again.

The water ripples in the centre, slowly then rapidly, as bubbles ascending into the air.

This is what könig hates about magic it's too unpredictable, it's recklessness, and lacks control. Makes it hard to challenge and counter it. He needs to be in control, know all the moves his enemy could make, and magic doesn't allow that.

The lady standing in the water isn't the one könig's looking for. Her presence is off in every wat, from her appearance to the way the air moves around her. Her hair falls straight down her body it only moves at the tilt of her head. He expected this. Of course, finding his little nymph wouldn't be in easy task, but he more than ready.

"You're not the one I'm looking for," his efforts to keep composure are wasted on her, try as he might to stay neutral, its hard to miss this annoyance that slips in his voice.

"I'm sure I can be just as good," she responds, wearing a warm and gentle smile that never reaches her eyes. It's wasted time trying talking to her, he needs answers not idle conversation.

The waters are calm and still, yet his legs weigh heavy in the water. He's fighting against the waters just to make it to her, he shadows the sun just standing infront of her. He knows his presence is off putting, most women would have turned and run they wouldn't let him get his close. She only smiles the closer he gets.

König feels his feet sinking, or at least it seems that way. When he turned to gaze at her, she's still adorned with that same smile. Only König's looking up at her, not down, His knees are immersed in muddy water. She's now beaming with joy from her new catch.

Her hand catch könig's chin as he struggles to break free, forcing his face to her "hey don't worry. I'll tell her how good you tasted!"

So she does know where she is. That's all könig needs to know, ripping himself from the mud. She stares blankly at him, unimpressed by his display of strength.

"Where is she?" König's hand wrapping round her throat

"Haha, what's this? Are you trying to hurt me?" she dismisses him. König watched as her body phased between liquid and solid trying to worm her way out. Her face drops as she panicked, clawing at his hand while he tightened his grip. " You'll talk"

They struggled for a bit before she let out a screech, causing König to loosen his grip just enough for her swim away. Regaining his wits, könig stands straight in the water, looking around. He'd lost her, but He'll remember this for next time. The spirits are tricky things

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A high-pitched shriek ripples through the air, your sister rushing by, tears streaming down her face, complaining to everyone she passes, "YOUR STUPID SOLDIER ASSAULTED ME!"

"Your soldier?" Your attention sharpens at her call – she found him. She found him! Oh, she found him.

"That stupid man asked for you. He nearly killed me! He's such an ugly and scary thing, why else would he cover his face?". I thought you said he was cute!

Another sister chimes in, "You're just mad you have terrible luck with masked men." Your sister's face burns, her eyes sharpening as she turns to you, "If I see him again. That man is as good as dead." Ah, she's serious. It's best you find him soon.

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There isn't a better colour for könig than red. It suits him quite well. It's the colour of the flag he waves high, the flames that light the night, that clear the way for a sege.The blood that paints his body in all its many shades after battle. more than that. It's His source of comfort, his efforts, and proof of his labours turned physically in the form of a carnelin bracelet that sits on his wrist.

The only proof of his nymph he ( had). He'd never be so careless as to lose it. in all his years, he never lost it, if its gone, it's only because it's been taken. He can't lie he is a bit annoyed You took it, but in exchange for his life, he couldn't complain.

He should go clean up he's a mess from that encounter with that other nymph. It's not enough to warrant a full bath, just his face he can wipe his body down with a towel. He wipes the towel across his face, reaching down to wet the towel. In that moment, he freezes, there atop the bubbling water, a carnelin bracelet.

#könig x black reader #könig x nymph!reader #könig x reader #cod x black reader #x black reader #könig x y/n #my wtiting #könig imagine #könig x you #call of duty x black reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader

[schafpudel]

What Kind of Duck, is Duck?

OK. So first, let's get this out of the way:

Duck is not real. Duck is, first and foremost, the vague idea of a duck. Duck... is not strongly based on the reality of ducks as an animal.

She is extremely stylized, a blobby little chibi-mascot in a world of anime humans and realistically rendered animals and animal-people. She has contradictory traits - the yellow coloration of a duckling, on the functional flight feathers of a bird that's entered its adult plumage. Her thoughts and actions are noticeably less bestial than those of Mr. Cat or any of the talking-animal students, not beholden to instincts.

When asking what kind of duck our friend Duck is, we must first admit to ourselves that this is a silly question. Ducks like Duck do not exist. She has little candy-cane legs, for god's sake. God bless her.

(If we want to get real meta, perhaps we could speculate that she isn't a real duck because she is a story-duck: escaped from her narrative like the prince and the raven, and the wilis maiden, and the ghost knight, oblivious to her origins. It would, if nothing else, provide a fun watsonian explanation for some of her oddities.)

But fandom is all about getting fucking silly with it, and building elaborate though exercises about shit the creators didn't think about. And I'm an animal nerd. So this is how I choose to have fun. Let's go.

Analysis of the Birb

Duck can be safely assumed to be a Anas platyrhynchos domesticus, or domestic mallard, as this is the typical barnyard duck throughout Asia, Europe, and... really almost the entire world. I say she must be a domestic mallard, and not wild, for one simple reason:

On the left is the typical appearance wild mallard duckling. On the right are various domesticated ducklings. That's right; the solid yellow color we associate with baby ducks? Specific to domesticated ones! Solid yellow is a sign a duckling will grow up to be a white duck; ducklings that grow up to be other colors have darker fluff mixed in.

(That's right. She'll have white plumage like a swan...)

Many white ducks have orange bills, legs, and feet; other white ducks, especially as ducklings, have orange legs and pink bills. Duck's bill is far more pinkish than her feet, but it's still noticeably orange-y, putting her in sort of a middle area. (By the way, have you ever noticed that Duck's hair color as a girl is the same as her bill color as a duck?)

If she's intended to be anything in particular (which I doubt she is), it might be the German Peking - native to the area, and the creamy-yellow tinged adult plumage of the German Peking compared to other white ducks seems to be reflected by the tint of the duck-feather quill Autor provides as a substitute for Drosselmeyer's swan-feather quill.

However, let me provide my personal baseless headcanon.

Come and see the humble Call Duck

The Call Duck is a Dutch breed, speculated to be descended from a variety of duck imported to the Netherlands from Japan. Call ducks are a smaller-than-average breed, with a note-worthily "cute" appearance compared to other ducks, even as adults: large forehead, round cheeks, short bill. They're also noteworthy for being sociable and friendly with their human keepers, making them great pets compared to other ducks... as well as very, very noisy and talkative.

(Nobody's perfect.)

There's also a certain... symbolism, I think, to the Call as a breed.

Call ducks are friendly and talkative because they were bred not for eggs, or for meat, but for hunting. Not that they themselves hunted! But their innocent, friendly talkativeness, their cheerful noisy voices, were shaped as a siren song to lure wild ducks into funnel traps. Unwittingly bringing the demise of its own kind, the Call duck's sweetness is exploited by hunters to draws other ducks to their doom.

Duck is kind, and sweet, and wants to be friends with people, and wants to help them. She saw the Prince on the lake, like a wild swan, and wanted to help him in any way she could.

In Drosselmeyer's eyes, this made her the perfect person to become Princess Tutu, to set the story back in motion... and through that friendly kindness, send every "character "in the Story to their doom.

#princess tutu

[bruciemilf]

I honestly think that for Gotham criminals—regular criminals, drug lords, pedos, abusers, etc—getting caught by a vigilante with Bat in their name is the best case scenario at this point. Like, at least with Batman, Batwoman and Black Bat, you at least know you're making it out of it alive. If they've had a bad day, maybe you'll end up with a few broken bones or be sore for a month or two, but you'll recover.

If you're caught by Red Hood when he's had a bad day? Say goodbye to your life. If Red Robin hasn't made a singular smart comment during your fight and you want to get out of this without lifelong injuries, just turn yourself in right then and there. Robin chooses violence on the regular, you never know if he's going to be normal or downright vicious, and it's best not to take the risk without a reasonable vigilante there. If you're fighting an angry Nightwing and there's nobody to hold him back, it's best you start saying your prayers so maybe someone will show up and pull him off you at some point .

For Rogues, see, there's safe Rogues. If you're one of the Sirens and catch a Bird having a bad day, the worst they'll do is break down crying when faced with the prospect of having to fight you. Selina has been faced with countless of these breakdowns over the years and is the most equipped to handle them, Harley can distract and knows calming techniques, Ivy's easy to rant to. If you're Harvey, or Oswald, or even just a generally harmless Rogue, as long as you aren't doing something horrible, they'll leave you be. If you're literally any other Rogue—Bane, Black Mask, Riddler, Scarecrow, the Joker, etc, be thankful if you make it back to Arkham with more than eight bones intact.

ESPECIALLY if they let you have the first hit. That means they can claim provocation when they're standing over your barely-breathing body. They don't get into as much trouble with Batman if they can claim self defense.

Bruce, Cass, and Kate are the only ones with defined no-kill rules. The rest abide by it for peace sake for the most part, but there are always exceptions, and you don't want to be one of them.

OH GOSH YESSSSS

Let's be honest, - the rogues? Family friends. The Sirens are family PERIOD, and Harvey's their second honorary father after Clark, courtesy to Bruce. Also, kids tend to assimilate traits from people they look up to/love.

Robins and Rogues, tale as old as time.

When he's sad, Tim will flop himself over Bruce like a bunny. " Tell me a joke, Brucie," and of course a tired but fond sigh leaves Bruce's lips. " What do you call a vegan BBQ?"

" What?"

" A funeral."

Tim rolls his eyes like Harley, too.

Cass learns the sophisticated art of tantrums and pouting from Selina; Crossed arms, bratty eye roll, so much sass she's sizzling. Bruce has a Sigh jar, now.

Damian picks up an interest in plan and promptly transforms the manor in his very own botanical garden.

Alfred doesn't mind. The air is fresher, smells cleaner, they look beautiful againts their monochromatic palette, and everyone must take care of them. No exceptions.

A breath of relief unlocks Damian's stiff frame. " Persephone smiles upon us."

" Persephone? Where did you learn that, habibi?"

" Aunt Pamela said Greek Mythology belongs to lesbians, so I can't divulge."

Caught between " Jason hits Bruce with every single legal technicality Harvey thought him to evade getting benched" and " Jason accidentally calls Bruce pet names Spanish or Italian when he's distracted."

" My alma can yo- SHIT,"

" GUYS, HE DID IT AGAIN!"

Also, there's a difference between murder and killing; Bruce won't weep after monsters, that's for damn sure. Which gets him questioning gazes from the GCPD.

" Do you know how many people your buddies kill?"

" Do YOU?"

#asks #batfam #bruce wayne #batdad #batfamily #writing #jason todd #cassandra cain #damian wayne #tim drake

[doodle-pops]

Hi Mina! I was just curious what you think Úmaiar (fallen Maiar) are like depending on what Valar they used to serve? I saw a HC that Succubi/Incubi are Úmaiar who were formerly under Irmo's domain and that makes ALOT of sense. I also HC that Maiar who follow Varda and Oromë are least susceptible to corruption because Varda is the embodiment of the polar opposite of Melkor and Oromë is also heavily against evil. Other than Aulë, whose Maiar do you think are most susceptible to corruption?

Howdy! I had to put a great deal of thought into answering this question because I've never thought about this before. I couldn't answer them based on who I believe would be easily susceptible to corruption, but rather what the Úmaiar of each of the Valar would be like. Forgive me if it doesn't sound 100% right (they're all mushed).

Irmo:

From what I know, the fallen Maiar were mostly Balrogs and other spirits. You mentioned the Incubi and Succubi as Irmo's fallen Maiar and it sounds about right with that one. There could be those who bring an unnecessary amount of nightmares for terrorising purposes and trap people in the dream realm, those who are the spirits of confusion, and trickster spirits.

Námo:

With Námo, he can have spirits who terrorise both the living and dead; hunt the souls of the recently dead and devour them. Some might commit desecration of the recently dead; messing up their burial sights to prevent the souls from properly crossing over.

Yavanna:

This one is from a headcanon I saw on Yavanna (can't find it), but an Úmaiar of Yavanna can be those who create poisonous plants and those like the Venus Fly Trap. I picture the Valar concept of good/safe to be beautiful creations, so imagine when these corrupted spirits create such beautiful plants but they turn out to be harmful to both people and the environment.

Ulmo:

Ulmo might have sirens or the carnivorous version of his regular merfolks who don't follow the rules of the ocean which is to keep sailors safe. These guys hunt for the flesh of men/elves and cause most of the shipwrecks just to devour sailors. There might be other monstrous sea creatures as well.

Nessa:

This one is a wild thought, but I pictured a corrupted Melian for this one. Since it was she who taught the birds how to sing, I can picture a corrupted version of her singing songs of enchantment to lure travellers into the deep forest and steal the essence from their souls to preserve/strengthen herself.

Oromë:

I can picture some of Oromë's Maiar being corrupted, and I enjoy using references from Ossë who is known for being tempered and was easily persuaded by Melkor. A few of Oromë's hunters and Maiar who take the form of beasts could be a few of the beasts Melkor had created. Also this could be the start of Chimeras appearing in Middle Earth.

Stripping their true form and recreating their darker versions, or those who were willingly corrupted, enjoyed the idea of hunting; the thrill, the chase, and joined Melkor because he offered them the opportunity to hunt without restrictions and bask in the thrill. So now you have these 'hunters' who ride out to capture elves and men.

Manwë:

I assume any Maiar of Manwë would simply become dark versions of themselves. Mostly fighting against the Valar the same way Mairon left Aüle, I picture Eönwë doing the same (I imagine his wings turning black). Perhaps some of Manwë's eagles changed their forms to appear more menacing and become spies. I like to picture some of Melkor's first dragons were the corrupted versions of Manwë's eagles who were caught and tortured.

I couldn't think of any for Tulkas, Nienna, and Ëste. Furthermore, as mentioned, Varda Maiar would be the least susceptible to corruption, and we already have two of Aüle's Maiar dancing the lambada, so there you go.

#irmo #namo #yavanna #ulmo #manwe #nessa #orome #silmarillion headcanons #irmo headcanon #namo headcanon #ulmo headcanon #yavanna headcanon #nessa headcanon #orome headcanon #manwe headcanon #character talks .𑁍༊˚

[8bitscarlet]

A Little Favor

Summary: If the team was going to get to Strucker, you had to find out where he was. Natasha knew someone who could get you the information. It would come at a price though, mostly against your pride.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Enemies to Lovers (cussing, alcohol, canon violence, mention of blood)

Word Count: 6.6k

Translation: ебать: fuck сестра: sister

A/N: Part Thirteen for Accidentally on Purpose is finally here! Sorry for the wait and I hope you guys still enjoy this chapter (even if there is a little less wanda). Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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"I can't believe you made me come with you," you grumble, hiking up your backpack on your shoulder as you follow Nat up the stairs.

She looks back at you, rolling her eyes as she checks the way, "Oh come on. I drag you from your girlfriend to see family and I'm the bad guy?"

You glare at her, "First of all, we're not dating. And secondly, this is my least favorite informant."

Nat holds open the stairwell door as your case hits against the steps, grimacing as you try to pick it up higher, "They're your only informant."

"Exactly. And now that you two are chattering away like birds on a line, I know you've told her about my 'love life'."

With a grin, she leads you down the hallways of a quiet building. It's the middle of the afternoon, not many people are waltzing around. The city noises come through the windows, honking horns and passing sirens.

Adjusting your grasp on the handle, you feel the case sway at your legs and watch Nat walk around free of any luggage. You wonder how you ended up with all the gear and then you see that mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"So, you two do pretty well together in the field. You know, super strength and her magic."

You grunt, catching up with her as she rounds a corner, "Mhm,"

"Have you guys figured out some moves together for your... extracurricular activities?"

Staring straight ahead with a clenched jaw, you glare at the directory as you adjust your shirt, while someone walks out of their apartment, to cover your gun. You both smile at the stranger and let out a sigh,

"Who's on first."

Nat clenches her brows, slowing herself down but you keep the same speed, "What?"

"No, no. What's on second. Don't you remember, Nat?"

She touches her forehead, confusion in her eyes, "Are you having a stroke or something? Remembering some spicy memories?"

You tap your ear with wide eyes, "You know what, I think there's bad signal in this hall. Maybe move to that corner? Away from me."

"You know she's going to say worse things," Nat finally stops at a door and waits for you to suck it up.

Placing down the case, you take in a deep breath and try to fill your lungs as much as you can. Blowing all of the air out of your nose in one calming breath, you peek out through your eyelid and see Nat raise her brows. Her fist slowly raises up to the door as you rub your temples tightly and shake your head,

"I swear Natasha, if the first words out of her mouth,"

One quick knock and you hear quiet footsteps on the other side as you straighten yourself out. Locks slide and twist as the door swings open slowly and you see a short blonde peek around the door. There's a grin on her face that's replaced with a deep set frown. Her green eyes flick around as she leans out further, like she's searching for something else you were supposed to bring.

Those eyes flick to you and you see the same mischievous gleam she shares with her sister, "You left your girlfriend behind, Y/N?"

You glare at Natasha, "I'm leaving."

She grabs your collar and yanks you back towards the apartment. Yelena grabs the case you brought as you both follow her in as you choke with your collar pressing into your throat. You're dragged along, Natasha's finger digging into your pressure point and keeping a steady amount of pain. You grimace, smacking her away as you stand in the living room and look around.

Yelena clicks her tongue, popping open the case and nodding with quiet appreciation.

"Leaving? I'm glad to see you too, Y/N. You can pretend to miss me, you know."

You chuckle softly, glancing up at that accent that brings back a myriad of memories. Sitting inside hotel rooms with the two deadliest Black Widows on recon missions and sending them out to obliterate the target. Then there were other moments where it was just Natasha and Yelena, joking around as you played card games and drank to another successful night.

"I missed you," you glare at her as you turn from the piece of art hanging on on the wall.

Yelena sighs, wrapping her arms around from beneath your arms and squeeze your back against her. You pat her hands as she slides away from you and walks to the kitchen. You hear bottles clinking and hear her let out one of her extended groans.

"You could at least make it a little more believable than how you were Wanda's plus one and nothing has happened."

She slides a glass of clear liquid across the counter as you let out a sigh, taking it up to your nose and grimacing at the strong alcohol. Never changed, vodka would always be in your life as long as these two were there.

As you sip on it and feel a shiver roll through your spine, you glance out the balcony, "We're teammates."

There's a choking sound behind you and you glance over your shoulder, watching Nat using her glass to hide the smile on her burning red face. Yel sits on the armrest near her, clenching her brows as if she's expecting a better lie from you.

"All of those long recon mission together. Just the two of you alone with nothing to do," Yelena lifts up her glass and takes a long drink, "Something had to have happened."

"Yeah, something happened. Two things, in fact," you hold up two fingers as you plop down into an armchair, "Board games and," you drop one finger to flip them both off, "card games."

She wiggles her brows, "Strip poker?"

You glare at Natasha, "Can you control your sister?"

Nat crosses her leg and sinks down into the chair, closing her eyes as she starts to give in to the jetlag, "Oh, so she's conveniently not your sister now."

"And to think," Yelena takes a drink and looks at you with about, "I was going to make you a vest."

You sigh, slamming your drink down and feeling it burn your throat. Coughing, you stand up to grab the bottle for a refill and listen to the two of them agreeing your and Wanda have slept together at least once.

Peeking inside the fridge for some snacks, Yelena lets out a pointed hum and you glare at the left over macaroni and cheese. You know a jabbing question is about to come your way and Nat is doing nothing to stop it, in fact, she's encouraging it.

"I thought you were supposed to be the best and you let her, of all people, catch you?"

Standing, you pull the cork from the bottle with your teeth and fill your glass. It glugs out as you point your glare towards the blonde,

"I was tired and she cheated," you point towards Nat, the vodka swishing around in your glass before you tilt it towards your lips, "She actually shot at me!"

Yelena nods carefully, "Just one mag? You are sensitive."

Your middle finger rises up again as you walk back towards the chair, glancing around for a file, "I'm sorry, do we need to talk about that time I left you for SHIELD or do we need to reenact it?"

Glancing down to the coffee table that can easily be moved out of the way, you push up your sleeves as your brows raise in a challenge. Nat shakes her head as she glares at you mentioning that day, swirling her glass before resting it on Yelena's thigh.

"Are they like this all the time?"

Natasha nods, taking a drink as she smirks at how worked up you've gotten without Wanda here to simmer you down. She knew you hated being alone here because all the two of them do is pick on you. Anything you could try to retaliate with bounces off their sibling shield.

"Am I the black sheep because I don't have an accent? I can fake the accent,"

Yelena pouts at you, "Aww, you want to be like us? You are sensitive! Getting in touch with your heart after getting a girlfriend?

You point to your left, "That. Can we start to focus on that?"

"Oh, avoidance. They're hiding something, Yel." Nat glances back at you and sees you sigh before stomping over to the dining table, "We'll break 'em after you break down that file. Good cop, bad cop."

Yelena sighs and walks over, sliding a manila folder from between some books on her path. She starts riffling through the papers, placing them into specific piles according to what they are. Maps, highlighted with certain routes and backdoors, reconnaissance of the building and surrounding area. You flip through everything, eyeing all the colors and notes she's added, smirking at her colorful language of things to avoid.

"I even got you something special," Yelena holds up a grainy photo but you recognize that man's face, your blood boiling just from the sight, "Proof."

You nod, taking it with a slightly shaking hand as you realize you might actually be able to get Strucker, "Wow. Maybe someone will actually hire you."

There's a sting on your finger as she yanks the paper from your hands and slices a paper cut along it, "You know, your family and friends discount is now void."

"Thank you," you whisper quietly, staring at the papers as Nat silently scribbles down some notes.

Yelena grins at you, pride shining in her eyes as she swipes at her nose. You chuckle quietly at how she subconsciously copies her sister as you lean on your hands.

"You're welcome," she tells you, "And now you get to repay your debt!"

You turn your head as your brows clench tightly, glaring at Natasha. She casually closes her journal with a smirk, sipping on her vodka as she goes to find some snacks. You were looking forward to a nap in Yel's guest bedroom but it looks like you'll be suiting up instead.

"And I know, you must be thinking, 'What debt?' Well, let me tell you," Yelena starts to talk as you rub the pressure behind your eyes, "I've helped keep your name out of every mercenary's little mouth. I should be claiming ten percent of that little allowance Stark gives you but," she quiets slightly, glancing over to see if you're paying attention.

You are, but you're glaring out the window as you tap your fingers against your arm, tightly crossing them over your chest. Yelena continues as she clears her throat,

"I'm only asking for a teeny, teeny-tiny, little favor."

You turn around quickly with a scoff, "Uh uh, nothing with you is ever one little thing," And you know you're right when you see her reaching into her coat closet and pulling out that infamous sleeveless fabric.

She gives it a little shake as you shake your hand, "Oh no. No, no, you hang that back up."

Yelena sighs dramatically as she slides the vest off the hangar and slides her arms through. It fits onto her perfectly and you see the other vests that are hanging inside the closet.

"It's just one lovely afternoon of bodyguarding your very favorite sister in the whole wide world."

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Rubbing your eyes, you take a glance at the clock. Nat keeps her eyes trained on the windshield, bending her finger with silent worry. She always hated going on missions with her sister. Feeling like she had to constantly be looking over her shoulder to check on her.

As you glance back at the sleeping Widow, the seriousness of being on mission has slipped away and all you can see is the scared kid all those years ago in a warehouse. When your blood soaked on her hands as she saved your life, refusing to run to save her own. You shake the memories from your head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Leaning back against your seat, you know that it's almost time to leave. Nat will want everything settled, down to the smallest detail. She's not letting her little sister get hurt under her watch. Reaching behind you, you smack Yelena's propped up leg and pull her from her light sleep. She jolts awake, hand gripping her holster as her eyes look at you.

"Equipment secure?"

Yelena grumbles as she throws her upper half over the back seat, "Check."

"Weapons ready?"

You listen to a rifle being cocked, "Check."

"What're you doing with that rifle I gave you," you peek over at her, questioning the case you brought all the way from New York. She made you drive hours to a storage container and sift through boxes and forgotten memories for that hunk of junk.

Yelena shoves her head up between the seats, "Did you eat before we left?"

You roll your eyes at her avoidance of the question, "That's not part of the checklist."

"Look, I'm just making sure you're okay. Y'know, since I don't want your girlfriend coming after me if you die."

Sighing and blocking out Nat's giggles, you look back, "No. I did not eat before we left."

Nat lets out a disappointing tsk as you glare at her and Yelena points to one of her many vest pockets. You clench your bows as she opens one and pulls out a granola bar she has stuffed inside. She holds it in front of you, smoothing out the wrinkled wrapper.

"Hey! It's chocolate chip!"

Yelena winks as you rip it open, "I still remember how to get you to eat something moderately healthy."

"Let's go, you can eat and walk at the same time right?" Nat checks over her pistol as she chambers a bullet and looks at you, "Won't choke?"

You swing open the door, grumbling to yourself as you start walking towards the large tower in front of you. Covering your holster on your side as you stuff the rest of the bar in your mouth, you adjust the extra magazines on your waist. Grimacing as your knife pokes into your thigh, you try to shimmy it around.

You hadn't dressed up for a low vis mission in a long time. Usually all your equipment was out to see when you wore your uniform and now you wonder how you ever got used to how uncomfortable it was to have velcro scratching at your skin.

Gripping the stair railing, you lean over and feel your front holster dig into your stomach, "Really?" you grunt and force your thighs to continue climbing up the stairs,

"Big Ben? You couldn't have picked somewhere more public? With less stairs?"

Yelena glances back at you, finishing braiding her hair, "Well actually, Big Ben is the bell right there. This is actually- and you're not listening to me. Neither of you are."

She keeps talking anyways. Talking about how neither of you ever listen to her and that she always feels ignored and other things that you don't hear because you're not paying attention.

You raise your shirt slowly, wrapping your hand around the grip of your pistol as you glance around the old building. There's some scaffolding around, just like on the outside. You slowly try to find any vantage points as your eyes glide over the large gears that run the clock.

Stopping as you turn around slowly, you make eye contact with Nat and see her hand already resting on her gun. There's something off, you can feel it in your bones as you see Yelena peering up some of the scaffolding towards the bells.

"Y/N..." she says quietly, leaning towards one of the windows.

You shush her and she whips around, "Is this what happens when you get old? You get unbearably crotchety and grumpy? I pray I never have to get," Before she finishes, you hear a whizz as the glass near Yelena's head shatters, "Should've listened to me!"

The bullet impacts the floor next to Nat's foot as she sprints off towards the stairs you just finished climbing. The glass begins to shatter as you lunge forward and grab Yelena as she tries to duck behind some of the gears. The bullets are too precise, you have to get out of here and quickly, put a second wall between you and shooters.

You eye the shattered glass and shout for Nat to make her way out of the scaffolding outside. If you can beat the gunmen to the ground, you can lose them in the street. You practically drag Yel by the collar of her vest, barely hearing her calling out where the shots are coming from over all the deafening shots and pounding in your ears.

You grab the scaffolding and hop onto the rail, looking up and down at the platforms, trying to find a path.

"You can climb right?!" you shout over the gunfire as you press your back against the rails.

She puts her foot in your interlaced hands, "I'm letting you know now," she leans down and pats you cheek, "This is gonna be a cool way to die."

"Shut up," you grunt and shove her up, buying her time but not telling her about it. If she knew what you were doing, she wouldn't be climbing right now. You saw the gunmen clambering in behind her and you know you have to hold them off.

They come flinging down through the windows onto the scaffolding, flipping and climbing around like monkeys. You groan, seeing that coiled snaked on their uniforms. You knew you hadn't seen the last of them after their attack on the Compound.

"These assholes," you grunt as you duck underneath a kick as it shatters the stained glass, taking the opportunity to swing down a section. Four of them chase after you, not noticing the blonde who's trying to find Nat. Which is fine by you as you grab the metal railing with a grunt and throw your feet forward.

As your feet slam into a Serpents chest, the scaffolding breaks under his weight and he makes a quick descent to the ground. Gunshots chase after you, as you squeeze yourself through the construction and sprint through a tarp.

"Oh shit!" you shout, lunging forward as you roll beneath a baton meant for your head and take out the guy's legs. He grunts, kicking you off of him and you feel your heart leap up into your throat as you snatch the railing before you fall off.

The wind is blistering this high up and as you take that split second to glance down at the height, you really wish Yelena hadn't told you how tall Big Ben was. The Serpent clambers up to his feet and you see his baton electrify. You flick out your foot before he can move, trying to catch behind his knee but catch him too high. You kick the back of his thigh hard and he brings the baton harder on your chest.

You feel the air fly out of your lungs and hear the cracking of the wood. His arms raise above his head as you wrap your legs around his ankle. As the electricity sparks through your body, muscles tensing as you shake violently, the scaffolding breaks beneath you. He was expecting the fall, as your legs wrap around him and drag him down with you.

As the electricity leaves nothing but a burning heat in your nerves, you reach out and grab a metal railing, swinging and quickly losing your grip with your cramping muscles. You slow your fall just enough that you don't break through the wooden platform that you land on. You grunt, resting your head on the wood as your arms hug around it.

"Please, don't break. Please, don't break, oh you beautiful thing," you gasp out, kissing the plank.

The railings begin to hum out a deep tone as there's movement around you. You pick up your head and see that the Serpents haven't given up. You grumble to yourself, climbing up to your shaky legs and noticing the reflections in the windows.

Grabbing your gun, you slam your shoulder into the window as you see a baton come swinging for you again. Firing out, you get three shots into the attacker and shove him over the side. Wrapping your arms around a rifle that juts through the tarp, you press your hand against their shoulder and throw them back into the tower.

Watching them knock into a set of gears, you can hear something different on the wind as you clench your brows. Looking back, you can hear it clearly as you eye another group of Serpents coming for you.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Grabbing hold of the railing, you swing yourself out of the safety and look in horror at the scene in front of you. One of the railings has come loose from the whole structure and you can see the metal straining as Yelena hangs onto the end. Her whole body hugs it like a bear cub stuck high in a tree as she yells at you to start moving your ass.

You hear a clang and see the bolts holding the railing together are starting to snap off as Yelena is nearly parallel to the ground.

"Where's your sister," you mutter and sprint to where she is across the treacherous path.

You slide down an angled platform, narrowly avoiding swings that are meant to knock your head off. Using the rest of the bullets in your gun, you knock a few into the carriage that takes the workers up and down the tower. One end tilts down as your feet strike against the wood and you bound forward.

Your foot lands perfectly on its railing as you reach out for the next one and swing yourself forward, feeling the metal clamps tearing at your calluses.

"I'm coming!" you shout to your sister, slamming straight into a Serpent and taking him with you. You shove him forward against the hail of bullets meant for you as you jump out of the safety of the metal cage around you.

You reach out, whipping around with your eyes locked on the creaking pole Yelena is hanging off of. She tries to shimmy her way closer but the creaking grows louder and you can't get yourself to take in enough air to yell at her to stop.

"Y/N! Where are-?" her question is lost to the wind as her screams echo after the loud crack.

Wrapping your arm around the railings, you reach out and as soon as you feel the slightest molecule of fabric against your finger you clench. Your fingers wrap around her vest as your shoulder nearly gets popped out of its socket, trying to hold onto the platform.

"What the hell is in your vest!" you shout, trying to point your terror at something else.

Yelena grunts as she plays with some of the pockets flaps with complete trust in your strength, "Look, the pockets do come in, oh shit."

"Oh shit, what?" you grimace, trying to pull her up but feeling like you're trying to pull up a whole building.

"I'm stuck!"

You groan, the exhaustion of the fighting getting to you as you feel the slickness on your fingers against the metal. Her vest jolts a millimeter through your sweaty fingers, your forearm shaking as you try to hang on. Yelena glares up at you, one hand wrapped around your wrist and the other trying to get the railing out of her vest.

"If it's a comfort, falling from two hundred feet will kill you just as well as from four hundred feet."

The scaffolding begins to shudder as you glance up, hearing bullets growing closer and the grunts of clambering Serpents getting closer. You squeeze your bicep, trying to use your sheer strength to bring her and the railing up to you.

Grunting, you glare down at her, "Did you need to say that right now?"

There's a heavy thud next to you and you just glance over to see the dark boots that landed next to you. You don't hesitate to swing your foot, straining your hip to catch them.

"Unzip the damn," your next kick misses and you feel the electricity explode through your body.

The burning vibration is felt through your clenched teeth as you hold in your yell, trying to keep your thoughts on holding onto Yelena. You watch her, fingers trying to get the zipper to slide down. You let go of the railing and roll back onto your shoulders as Yelena screams, seeing you slide closer to the edge.

Your arm wraps around a pole at the last minute as you try to keep the Serpent away with flailing kicks. Every muscle and tendon is resisting you as you try to reach for the knife against your hip. Your fingers skim against the handle as the vest starts to slip away.

"Come on," you grimace, trying to get your wrist to bend a little more and fight against the doses of electric shocks that break through.

The scaffolding shakes again and for a moment, you wonder if you could wrap around Yelena and save her from any of the trauma of careening down to the ground. You glance back to Yelena after knocking the Serpent off his feet with a hard kick but you notice something pop up from beneath you.

"Drop her!"

With a yell, you let go of Yelena's vest and watch her green eyes widen in fear as you grab hold of the zipper. The teeth cling against your skin and you feel the warmth of blood run down your hand, but hear the tearing of fabric as Yelena flips backwards through the air. Nat grabs onto her and you quickly flip up onto your feet, grabbing the Serpent and kicking them off.

They don't give up and you feel a pressure wrap around your calf as you glance down away from your bleeding hand. You see the wire but before you can even move, they're out of sight and you're yanked off your feet, slamming right into the railings.

"Shit, shit, shit!" you yell, trying to grab onto anything but your bloody hand keeps slipping.

You only fall one level thankfully before you get your arm wrapped around the railing, grimacing as you feel bruises starting to grow, "I am so tired," you grunt as you try and curl your leg up, "Of fucking falling!"

Your fingers try to grab hold of your pant leg to pull you leg higher, to rip off the wire that's cutting off the circulation to your foot. It stings against your skin, burning as you feel it rubbing it raw. Glancing down, you see the Serpent trying to work their way back onto solid footing and leaving you to take the fall by yourself.

"Oh, you're such an idiot," you grimace, glancing over at Nat pulling Yelena up, "Huge idiot!"

You clench your eyes shut as you loosen your grip and let your arms slide away from the railing. Nothing holds you to the scaffolding and you know the Serpent is counting on you to keep you both anchored. Accepting the fall and feeling your world slow in anticipation, your mind jumps away from the redhead and green eyes you have here and travels back home.

To sitcoms in quiet hotel rooms and smirks shared in meeting rooms. From the hot blood that pours down your arm to the cold fingers that traced over your scars. If you make it out of this, she can never know you let go of your one safety rope.

As the wind starts to run past you, two hands roughly grab onto you and your clothes. Your shirt bunches up around your neck as your eyes shoot open and you watch the young Widow lunge forward and nearly slams her face onto the plank. Her yell is distant in your ears and you watch the glint of her knife grow closer and then completely pass you.

The weight that was your promised death falls free and you look down, watching them bounce off the scaffolding. You gag slightly, knowing that could've been you but instead you feel yourself begin to rise. Nat and Yelena groan as they pull you up towards them, falling once you're over the edge. You gasp, realizing you had been holding your breath the whole time and roll to sit upright.

Your feet dangle over the edge as you stare out across the city for the first time this whole trip. Yelena lies there next to you, her face resting in her hands as she tries to catch her breath. Glancing over, you see Natasha lean against the railing, disgust on her face as she wipes your blood off her hands.

"You know," Yelena starts as she pats your thigh, "If you wore that vest I got you for Christmas..."

"A parachute wouldn't fit in there," you say through clenched teeth and dab at the huge gash on your finger with your shirt.

Nat chuckles quietly, "You are so sensitive. It was just a little fall."

You groan, "Can you guys come up with another word or something?" you clamber up to your feet slowly, feeling a sense of vertigo as you try to look up to the sky, "Did you get what you need?"

Yelena glances over at you, pulling a sheepish grin on her face and then pulls herself just slightly closer to the edge. You watch her slowly point over the edge,

"Actually, it's with them."

You stare at her, not a single ounce of emotion on your face but a billion different cuss words on your brain. You don't tell her any of them despite having to climb down all those stairs right now, but you see a sheepish grin grow in a hearty laugh.

"I'm kidding! Jesus, so serious. Have you forgotten how to have fun?"

Nat pats your already bruising shoulders, "I think we all know where their fun goes,"

You slap her away and throw an abandoned baton through a still intact window, "Alright, I'm leaving!"

Clambering inside, you see a few bodies littered around and you nod at Nat's work. No wonder it took her so long to get outside, they sent the other half of the group through here. Lucky for her, the floor inside is pretty stable.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Yelena walks in after you, stepping over some bodies to get ahead of you, "You don't want to stay for tea and biscuits?"

The late afternoon sun shines through the empty window frames and you carefully step around broken glass and discarded weapons. Pointing out to the descending sun, you glance over at Yelena,"

"I think we're late to high noon tea."

Nat shrugs as she leans against the exit, "If only we had a clock to tell us,"

You snort with a roll of your eyes at the horrible joke, standing there in the middle of the room as you try to read the backwards clock hands, "Seriously though, what time is-."

There's a horrible clanging that erupts and you feel like your ears are going to burst as you slap a hand over one ear. You duck down as you pull out your gun and follow after Yelena, yelling out curse words between the clanging. It wasn't a brand new hour, those bells weren't ringing to give the time.

You sprint down the stairs, trying to beat the second wave of Serpents and shove Yelena towards the car. She slaps at you to keep lookout as she jumps into the trunk and starts to set up her rifle.

"Put on your seatbelt!" Nat yells at you both as you clamber into the passenger seat and the engine roars alive.

"Got it mom!" you tell her, rolling down the window and readying your pistol.

The cars around you speed past as you peer into the side mirror and watch the large black SUVs making their way around traffic and motorcycles slithering through gaps. Before you can shout out that one's coming up on the side, Nat snaps at you.

"I told you!" she jerks the steering wheel and you grab hold of the handle as the car runs over a surprise speed bump and the motorcycle skids out behind you, "Don't call me that!"

You peer back behind you, your now numb and bloody hand grabbing onto the nylon seatbelt. Yelena is already buckling in and both of you listen to the click of the belts as you let Nat focus on driving. The motorcycles are getting closer as Nat takes a sharp turn, horns honking out for her to be careful, only to be shoved out of the way by the bulletproof SUVs behind you.

There's an intersection coming up and you know Nat is going to ram straight through that red light. The bikes are getting closer and you've got to get them off your tail. You unbuckle your belt as cars from the intersection start to go with their green light, the bikes coming up on the side.

"Left! Go left!" you yell at Nat as you lunge to the backseat and shove Yelena down towards the floor as you kick Natasha's arm to the side. Bullets rain through the window, the headrests and backseat eviscerated by the bullets as the car screeches around the corner.

You grab the rifle that Yelena had set up by the door and shimmy over the backseat, using the muzzle to clear away the glass on the trunk. The rifle sits in your shoulder securely as you fire at the tires of the incoming vehicles.

"Turn right! Ебать! Right, right!"

The car nearly tilts on two wheels as she turns and you see the construction that's blocking all but one lane of road. You look at Nat's exhausted eyes and you both look at Yelena as the car comes to a grinding halt thanks to her directions.

"Whoops," Yelena chuckles, clearing her throat as she peers over the door.

You clench your brows, "Whoops? Whoops?! We are so far past whoops! Whoops is a distant speck in the rearview mirror!" Bullets start slinging through the windows as the Serpents climb out of their cars and start collapsing on your position.

"Whoopsies?"

Ducking as the rest of the windows shatter, you can hear the bullets whizzing past you and glance forward. There's a break in the traffic, just big enough to squeeze through. You'll be returning this rental with some dings and scrapes, but it'll be returned.

Throwing yourself back over the seat, you slam against the front seat and point at the escape route. The engine revs, tires squealing as you prop the rifle out the window and start shooting. The bullets are shooting off the side mirror, a few close shaves as you duck back inside the car with a groan. Your gun is the only one you hear firing out enough times to keep the soldiers at bay.

"Yel, will you use that expert marksmanship training to," your voice catches in your throat, stopping you from taking out your anger on your little sister. You choke and pat Nat's arm heavily, "Nat, fucking drive."

You grab your pack from the front seat and shove a protesting Yelena down to the floor, tearing off her vest to try and find where the blood is coming from. She yells at you to stop hurting her, smacking you to back up but you shove her down.

"I told you to duck, сестра."

She winces as you press gauze against the bullet wound that's gone through her side, "When do I listen, fuck that really hurts." Yelena breathes out carefully, her fingers starting to fall loose from her grip around your shirt.

"Hey, hey. Open those eyes. Look at me, Yel!"

"Yelena!" Nat's panicked voice breaks through the chaos of the world as she tries to see what's going on. There's a loud squeal as the tires clip along the curb, she needs to stay focused or you're all going to crash.

You slam your bloodied hand against her seat, "Just drive, Nat! Drive!"

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Your hands shake as you stare down at them, still slightly stained red from that car ride. You remember a time when they didn't shake. When you could distance yourself from this pain and dread you're feeling. Despite the cold weight in your body, you're thankful for it.

There's bandages on one hand from the zipper wound and you can feel the aches in your joints and the growing bruises. A single light is shining at the other end of the locker room you sit in. Your locker is the only one open, gear shoved into it and bloody clothes piled around your pack.

Nat took Yelena as soon as the coast was clear, telling you to get all the papers and get home. You couldn't lose that information but you couldn't lose Yelena. You remember the fear on her face. The fear she tried to cover with the calm expression of a leader. You could see right through her though as she shoved you out of the car, telling you she'd call with any news.

Glancing at the screen, you wish that it would glow. Just to hear any kind of news, good or bad. You just need to know what's happening to your little sister. If you need to be going on a revenge mission or if you just need to send her a little card.

Your throat is raw from the sobbing you've tried to keep silent, the tears stinging your eyes and stuffed up nose. The Compound was nearly empty as you limped inside and you certainly didn't want to alert the remaining tenant. You were careful not to make too much noise, not wanting to lie about how allergies are kicking your ass.

Pressing your hands against your eyes, you suck in a deep and congested breath. Letting it all out, you listen to the shaking breath as you open your eyes. You pour the cold water from your bottle onto your hands, trying to rub away the evidence of the trip. Every time you look down at them, all you can think about are Yelena's eyes rolled to the back of her head as you tried to keep her breathing.

There's a creaking that catches your ears and you look up quickly, wiping at your face quickly and hoping your eyes aren't bloodshot. You clear your throat but you can't get rid of the itching rawness.

"You're not supposed to be here right now," you try to deepen your voice to cover over the trembling in your voice.

The door closes but there's slow footsteps that make their way closer to you. You hold out a hand and shake your head ,

"Did you hear me? You can't fucking be in here."

Slowly, Wanda walks towards you but doesn't try to sit down next to you. She stands there, looking down at you for a silent moment. You avoid her eyes, clenching your jaw as you try to hide the pain and fear that is crashing over you. Her hand reaches out to you and you flinch away from the comforting touch. You don't deserve it, not after letting Yelena get shot.

"Don't. Stay away from me," you nearly growl as her hand grows closer, "I'm warning,"

As her hand rests on yours, she kneels down and takes the rag you had been using to try to rub your hands raw, to free yourself from the images in your head. It falls to the ground as you feel yourself fall right after it. A choked cry catches in your throat as you reach out for something to grab.

Your fingers wrap around her hoodie as you press your head into Wanda's shoulder and cry. You don't know how you body is still producing tears but your vulnerability is clear for Wanda to see. And you don't even try to hide it from her anymore.

She doesn't leave. She doesn't leave you to wallow in your pain alone and she doesn't make you talk. She just whispers to you quietly, soft and sweet things. Reminding you of how tough your sisters are. That it would take more than a little bullet to knock either of them down. How strong you are for getting yourself back here and dealing with all of your injuries. Her words wrap around you with a comforting warmth as her cool hands soothe your wounds.

Breathing her lavender scent in deeply, you realize just how tired you are. Your eyes are starting to fall in this shield of comfort. As fingers run through your hair, you feel your body start to twitch with approaching sleep. There's a loud buzz next to you and you quickly shoot up, hand reaching out for your pistol but you find Wanda's hand instead.

She glances up at you, a small grin on her face as she holds up your phone for you. You stand as you take the call and listen to Nat give you a quick rundown of the situation. She got in touch with a safe house doctor and Yelena was fine. She was alive.

She was sleeping so Natasha would call once she woke up. That's all you needed to know. That she was alive and she was going to stay alive.

As you end the phone call, you let out a heavy breath and listen to it crack with the rest of your emotion pouring out. You press your hand against your mouth to stop the sound from reaching Wanda's ears but she's already moved. Her hands wrap around your arms and hold you there, near her and you don't dare move a muscle away.

"I'm glad you're all safe," her voice barely has to rise above a whisper with how close you two are.

You breathe in carefully, "Hadn't seen her in years and this was... not a great family reunion."

"Hey," Wanda grins as she pushes your hair back from your eyes, "I'm sure she enjoyed it."

You chuckle, "Those two are really weird aren't they? Adrenaline junkies."

Wanda smiles, hand running down your arm as she kicks over your pack and watches a half drunk bottle of vodka fall from the vest you have stuffed in there. Your Christmas present. She hums with a mischievous grin,

"I thought I smelt something on your breath. Didn't even come share with me."

"Yeah, yeah," you smile and press her down onto the bench as you kneel down. Grabbing the bottle, you hold it out for her to take and wiggle your brows as she takes a small drink.

"Don't you 'yeah, yeah' me." she grins over at you, "You walked past me on the couch, didn't you?"

You glance up from slowly unpacking your bag and take the bottle she passes back to you, "You were up when I peeked in. Not entirely there though."

She watches your brows raise with a silent question. You had seen her sitting there in a dim living room, hands resting on her face as she stared into nothingness. You knew that stare even from across the Compounds. As her eyes flash to you, she sees your comforting glance.

"Had a few thoughts. I was... I am glad you came back tonight."

As she shivers at the strong taste of the swig she takes, you scavenge around your pack, "I got you something."

Wanda passes the bottle back to you with a sigh, "What cheap souvenir did you find this time?"

Lifting up your head as you take a long swig, you raise a brow at her choice of the word cheap," Excuse me. These souvenirs are priceless in your heart." Holding up your hand, a chain with a few jewels hangs off your finger and catches the distant light.

Wanda looks down at it, drawing in a careful breath as her fingers reach out for you. She takes it slowly from your grasp, this small little knick knack that will be the one thing that truly is priceless in her heart, "Where did you get this?"

You hum, leaning against the bench and watch her carefully look at each gem that's attached to the chain, "Your ability to describe things is near perfect. So, besides finding legal," you watch her nose scrunch at the emphasis that this was all legal, "Avenues, it was easy to find."

It's a lie and she knows it, but she doesn't scold you. Her fingers move carefully as if she's actually holding her mother's old necklace and you hope that she always thinks of her when she sees it. Slowly, she peers deeper at the gemstones that represent her and Pietro and the beautiful gem in the center mixed with the two colors. Inside of the gleaming stone, the North Star was suspended.

"It looks just like my mother's," she freezes for a moment, noticing the intricate braiding of the metals and the design it makes. A simplified sunflower, a request of your own but you avoid her eyes as she glances up from it, "Why...why did you,"

You shrug, "We're acquaintances, remember?" Quickly, you flip over to your knees and grip her thighs tightly, "Hey, do we have any more popcorn to microwave?"

Wanda slips the almost empty vodka bottle from your hands, "It's time for bed. You've had a long day."

Watching her walk away, your eyes drop lower and lower on her body as you rest your head on your hand. She turns as she reaches the door, flicking on all the lights and blinding you. You chuckle, she knew what you were doing, you were anything but subtle but she doesn't seem appalled. She hangs around for a moment longer with a curious look in her eyes.

"Thank you. Come watch some shows?"

"Anything for the princess," you mutter with a grin, watching her scolding eyes as you climb up to your feet and follow her out for some popcorn.

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The Sign and it's Magic and some WILD arse theories

This is not meta this is me cataloguing my brains current tracking of The Sign and it's magic - plus some wild ass theories I AM SO EXCITED (I also know nothing about the mythology/stories on which any of this is loosely based) (If anyone has done or does meta on this, particularly the magic stuff I am SUPER curious but not the best at scrolling tumblr rn so feel free to tag me)

Okay SO

So green eyed stabby boy got green eyed RIGHT AFTER Phayas necklace broke off so it's reasonable to conclude these thins are connected

He ?wasn't a willing vessel, did the Mors essence somehow sneak in with the purpose of killing Phaya

Then we had Tharn use magic while grasping HIS necklace (his necklace which I have NOT been paying enough attention to)

Phaya burned green eyed Mor (revealing his green eyes) AFTER the necklace got put back on, but I am PRETTY SURE Phaya has touched him before then, so that suggests something happened to awaken his powers, presumably the same thing that awakened Tharns (what is that thing? Stress? Proximity? Time?)

@plantsarepeopletoo pointed out we had water dream for Tharn and FIRE dream for Phaya which is FASCINATING especially with the reveal of the giant (?fire?) bird at the end of the ep that is presumably Phaya

Question

Has the necklace been suppressing their powers? - things changed when Phaya's got broken and then Tharn ripped his off to throw that punches

Random Thoughts

Okay so we have been repeatedly told that Tharn did very bad things in his past life and the Karma of that means he should have died as a child, and is still constantly in danger (and maybe even his parents paid the partial price with their deaths...).

We know Green Eyes is possessive of him and currently the doctor, and presumably has always been the doctor and presumably knows who Tharn was. (Abbot seems to know this?)

Tharn is a ?water spirit, I know nothing. Seems to be not disimilar from a siren who lures men to their deaths

We had the cop dead in the second ep (I think) in the ocean, still not clear if suicide but that Phaya investigated and was then lured out to sea - siren links

Green Eyes is the water dragon

and then Phaya is a fire bird? pheonix?

(OH MY GOD THE WINGS, THE TATOO, THE FOESHADOWING AHHHH)

Wild Ass Theories

OKAY SO lets assume Past Tharn and Past Doctor are both water spirits/gods, they were bound together in some way (married? or the mythological inter-being equivelent?).

Past Tharn lured men to their deaths (siren thoughts, linked to the man who died and the fact that Phaya got lured out into the ocean - also might explain the bad karma)

Past Tharn lures in Fire spirit bird who is injured, something something something they fall in love.

Green eyes isn't okay with this for a multitude of reasons shit goes down and ?everyone dies

Details unknown, looks like we're getting backstory next ep

BUT

We do know that Past!Phaya is also someone past!Tharn wronged right? so maybe past!tharn betrayed his love in the end, and that is how they died... or maybe past!Tharn killed himself after his love died as a result of Tharns betrayal...Maybe even swearing that in his next life he would give his own life before letting him die again (thereby explaining the focus of the visions)

Did green eyes die at all then or has he been living on, waiting for his love (Tharn) to reincarnate?

Phaya seems to be getting at least some memories back, more than Tharn so far. Phaya remembers him as a siren and now he remembers his past self too at least a little. Of course this is a dream, it may well be only half remembered when he wakes.

Other Thoughts

Of course this show also has a whole crime thriller thing which I am loving and I have thoughts and questions about that too, but they're mostly magic related... (why the vision of Tharns dad at THAT moment? was the truck vision of his dad, cause the show seemed to imply it was though his visions are normally future. Although he also saw that girl die which was in the past and seemed to be about proximity and perhaps the strength of her emotions idk. So what about that proximity triggered the vision)

I think that's emptied my brain, thankfully, GOSH I LOVE THIS SHOW

#The Sign #The Sign The Series #Incoherant ramblings of a fantasy nerd #rturts is wondering

[robodove]

SHOW US THE PIRATE STUFF DO THE MERMAID STUFF ALKNASDAS

OKAY I FINALLY HAVE A LITTLE TIME ARRGAGRG I hope this aimless infodump is readable

so! Their designs and junk are a mess rn but I do have some stuff of them!!

Ignore the little dragon in the last I'm still working on Lloyd's whole... business. And! Don't mind the text in the pink one, I was just tryna think up silly nicknames!

Anyways! They aren't really... Traditional pirates? Y'know.. cause their crew size is like 5 + a child and ancient beast.

Under division is a small ramble

Cole's the "captain" and is a selkie (although I know they're usually seals I accidentally chose a sea lion)! He's the sea lion in the pictures and I'm desperately trying to work his skin into the design. I thought it'd be silly since he was raised in dance and entertainment.. and hey! Sea lions are known for that too!

(he wasn't meant to look so forsaken here, sorry Cole)

Jay is a mermaid (thing?) When in the water, he has the lower half reminiscent of an electric eel (I saw reminiscent as there are some major differences)! No one really has powers in this but he can still shock like that,, Ed and Edna are still human in this and I'm trying to remember if they still lived at a scrapyard or a shipyard.

Both Kai and Nya are only half mermaid! Nya ended up inheriting way more mermaid traits than her brother, who doesn't even have a tail in water, but still has a lot of human drawbacks. She can only breathe underwater for so long and ironically Kai can last down there longer. He just chooses not to since I thought it'd be funny to still let him be scared of water in this 😭 sorry Kai. He still has the recognizable sharper teeth and has bits and flashes of shimmery scales but is overall the most human of the bunch once you count out Cole's unskinned form.

I couldn't resist myself on Zane and ended up making him a siren. Mainly because.. bird! And also if he was going to be organic, I wanted to isolate him from the other sea related creatures. He has the wings and feathers of a gyrfalcon and can't swim as well in the ocean! He ends up bonding with Kai over this Kai originally hadn't liked him too much! Reasonably so since.. y'know.. sirens eat people. And mermaids in this.. although Zane eats human things as he was raised on it by a still very human Dr. Julien (who I guess is more of a bird-oriented wildlife scientist in this? ornithologist?). insert joke about him being a hand raised bird.

I don't have my sketchbook with me right now so I'm scrambling for pictures but ! Like all their designs, he's still a work in progress. Will most likely make his legs longer or something but this is just my ideas LOL

And anyways! Onto Lloyd! (And the others?)

I was struggling to decide what Lloyd should be,, like? A dragon could still very much work and his normal version is already so cool?? However, I ended up on leviathan.. a baby one. The serpentine aren't decided but Lloyd's still pretty much not taken seriously by the town. Still winds up being taken in by the "ninja!"

Garmadon is still locked up, although now at the bottom of the ocean! The Skulkin are drowned/dead pirates?

Wu is who I've been struggling to decide on as well! For whatever reason I've been contemplating making him like just some statue in the Destiny's Bounty that speaks to them.

There's plenty of other things going on,, Kai and Nya come to them on accident and Jay is over the moon to see other moons and wants to show them their "ways" despite having never even met others before. Cole is desperately trying to keep everyone in one place as they've accidentally made the perfect collection of the world's most valuable pelts.

Kai still raises Nya at the forge (which in this, is beachside), but years later there's a rise in pricing for the scales of mers and the boy decides that they need to leave in effort to protect her. Nya is devastated because this is their home! Where else would they even go?? They barely have any cash! Kai's decision is further inland AND with the money they get from selling the forge. Yadda, yadda, the buyer turns on them and they wind up in the ocean near their home! Kai's knocked cold, which is for the better as Nya swims them further and further into open ocean.

For the first time, Nya meets another mer as she tries to save her brother, and he helps them aboard a ship! The Destiny's Bounty! (Or perhaps a ship before it? It's all still up in air)

I'd expand more but I'm out of time </3 please give any suggestions if you'd like to! I'd always appreciate criticism

#ninjago #ninjago au #zane julien #cole brookstone #jay walker #kai smith #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #if you've seen my stuff before then you bet this includes glacier #low tides au

[cloudcountry]

♡ AUBURN'S MUTUALS !! (there's more of you than i thought HELP)

@tinyletterz / 🍙 — my friend since forever ago, genuinely one of the kindest people i have ever met. she's so cute and she writes beautifully!!!! i highly HIGHLY recommend her flower language series GFGRGRGRGRFRFR

@identity-theft-101 / 🪓 — bonded over mushroom stayed for the eels tbh!! chaos incarnate BUT he has a cute bird named asa that said she loves me so i'm winning

@names-are-dumb / 🐚 — i'm so glad i got to introduce them to twisted wonderland. i am reliving my own experience through him rn. IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE OCTAVINELLE GRAHHH!!!!! one month later and we're married he's my husband and my angelfish that i write cringe ass sonnets too and i adore him <33 muah muah

@merotwst / 🧶 — LITERALLY SO SWEET OMG. she's so warm and welcoming its no wonder people just gravitate to her :C i adore her tbh she made me feel so welcomed even though i'm still scared of most twst writers LMAO

@shkrmpp / 🦐 — one of my first moots!!! personally i really love their hair dye headcanons GRAH they're so cute BUT!! they also draw C:< AND ITS A CUTE STYLE. plus their blog always looks MUAH

@siren-serenity / 🌙 — YOU'RE EVIL I STILL THINK ABOUT "i need you" WHY DID YOU WRITE THAT /lh no but actually you're so good at writing angst that rips my heart out like. if i want to sob i'm going for your azul angst (ITS A GOOD THING PROMISE)

@siphoklansan / ☔ — BEAUTIFUL ART. STUNNING. i love love love how much detail she puts into her pieces (yes i am thinking abt the floyd piece for the lipstick challenge ITS SO CUTE) AND SHE DREW STUFF BASED ON THE SONG HEART ATTACK AND I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY DAY.

@fukashiin / 💌 — silly little goofy deuce rambles and omg the leech twins. I REREAD THE STARING THINGY SHE WROTE OVER AND OVER AZULLLL AZUL'S PART IS SO %@$!%##@%!$#$%@!$#%@$!#%!@%#$!@#$%

@ryuubff / 🪼 — omg there is literally so much i could say about them. my first obey me mutual. the first person who was alike "omg let's create solomon content together." i love talking to them sm and honestly they deserves the best because they're so kind and creative C: WAHHHH

@hisui-dreamer / 🌟 — SO SWEET. i know i'm saying a lot but i have so many mutuals that made me feel so welcomed and rinna was one of them. every single piece of work you'll find on that blog is brewing with emotions and gentle care I LOVE.,,.., I LOVE!!!!!!

@officialdaydreamer00 / 🌠 — ?!?!?!?! ALSO INCREDIBLY KIND AND SO SO CREATIVE!!!! they draw me things all the time and it literally melts my heart :((( i love lov love talking to them about octavinelle and they're super easy to connect with :(((

@the-v-lociraptor / 💙 — we literally just became moots a little bit ago BUT i find a lot of good fanart through her!! she reblogs a lot of cool stuff :D !!!!!

@ceruleancattail / 🔷 — I FORGOT TOW RITE SMTH HELP EM anyways <33 ceru writes some cute ass shit that makes me kick my feet and squeal (AND ALL THE AZUL CONTENT I HAVENT BINGED YET....UGH IM SO EXCITED)

@i-like-forgs / 💪 — appreciator of sand cats and draws a lot!! the creator of my wedding venue with azul and enabler of so many of my ramble i am clinging to his ankle as he drags me around

@valerie-leech / 💚 — we just started talking but they're part of the auburn azul wedding squad!! :D im excited to interact with them <3

@twst-beam / 🎉 — we also haven't talked a lot yet but i can't wait to get to know her better C: !!

@iseethatimicy / 💎 — a fellow azul kisser!! i finally found another one!! :D has an unholy amount of azul memes i do not know where they come from (probably pinterest) but they are Fascinating

@acornwinter / 💫 — sends random shit in my inbox because they started talking about their dreams once and i decided Yes!! and now they draw my ocs and its super cute and i love their little tiny ppl drawings C:

@totallymem3 / 🥀 — we just started talking but!! very sweet <33 her art style is just MMMMUAH CHEFS KISS!!!!!!!!! i love it. it reminds me of spring.

@z3llous / 🐸 — draws azul SOOOOO good i love lovelovlevoevloev his art!!! its so scrumptious i eat it all up for breakfast lunch dinner ON NOMNOM

@cecilebutcher / 🪩 — has a bunch of really cool ocs!!! igor my belobed /p they have such a creative mind and its a pleasure to listen to them ramble about the characters they created!!! :D

@ang33333333l / 🙏 — another azul kisser!! we haven't talked much but i can tell doll is a very sweet person <33

@axvwriter / 👻 — SHE HAS AZUL'S DORM UNIFORM AND IM SO JEALOUS. LITERALLY SO UNFAIR.

@soru-ya / 🍞 — THEY WROTE AROACE CONTENT FOR ME :((((( CRYING RN they're such a good writer please go check them out PLEASE im begging you

@rains-asleep / 🐝 — ANOTHE RGOOD WRITER WHAWHWAHWHAHWA <33333 we had such a deep conversation about caramel once it was enlightening.

@shinysparklesapphires / 🎀 — floods my inbox with precure stuff and now its next on my watch list. started the laura and azul siblings conspiracy :O !!!!!

@twistedchatterboxed / 🌊 — The jade kisser ever. we have a lot of mutual moots (hehe say that ten times fast) so i'm excited to get to know her better!! :D

@keii01 / 🍡 — she's so sweet i want to put her in my pocket and carry her around everywhere i go!! she draws a lot of cute stuff too (there is no such thing as too many ribbons <3)

@tsun0tar0u / 🐉 — showed me a genshin glitch once and i have never been the same. also i would die for kafka btw. normal about rollo btw. So Normal.

@non-binary-lil-shit / 🍄 — enables my marine bio and mycology rambling!! also i am very concerned for you C:

@queen-shiba / 🦁 — your profile theme is literally so pretty i am eating it right now (IDK I JUST LOVE ORANGE) also the leona blender post made me so confused but also i laughed really hard HELP

@vioisgoinginsane / 💜 — she likes some vampire game i think LMAO but the twst content? YUMMY. a writer once in a blue moon and apparently best known for the BITING ROOK HUNT post. GET IT!!!

@moonlit-midnight / 🌸 — hannah is such a good writer :(( WRITES PLATONIC FICS DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE!!! PLATONIC FICS!!!!!!! they're all so adorable and make me want to curl up under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate <3

@ryker-writes / 🦚 — asked about to deep sea and LET ME TELL YOU i got so excited about it and im still writing it hehe. ryker writes a lot of familial angst so its that your thing go for it!!

@datboredpencil / 💀♦️ — GORGEUYS ART ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS YUMY UMY UM AN ENTIRE BUFFET!!!! theres a lot of idia x cater content too if thats youre thing!!! :D

@twistwonderlanddevotee / 🪷 — we havent talked a lot but im still happy to have you here!! :D

@beeirdos-buzzing-bogaloo / 🐥 — apparently very normal about sebek. the Most normal. we havent talked a lot but hes silly :D

@dove-da-birb / 🪿 — literally so funny. putting you in my pocket right now!! ALSO I LOVE YOUR BRAINROTTING HELP

@loser-jpg / 😬 — YOUR BEWILDERMENT AT MY DASH SPAMMING WAS REALLY FUNNY i hope you get used to it </3

@ashipiko / 🌺 — THE #1 ACE KISSER EVER???? her art is so munchy and yummy i want to eat it :(( HER STYLE IS SO CUTE SRSLY IF YOU HAVENT SEEN HER ART YET PLEASE CHECK IT OUT

@shyhaya / you should pick an emoji!! — wrote the most fantastic delicious delightful heart wrenching thing for azul and tagged ME in it :(((( AAAAAA IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE IT SOONER. IF YOU EVER WRITE FOR AZUL AGAIN PLEASE TAG ME I'D LOVE TO SEE IT.

@musicalhistorical / 👹 — omg hi quotev person you've been putting up w my bullshit since forever ITS SO FUNNY TO SEE YOU HERE LMAO

@thehollowwriter / 🎶 — ITS LITERALLY A CRIME I HAVENT FOUND YORU WRITING SOONER??? WHY HAVENT I SEEN IT??? IM GOING TO BINGE YOUR AZUL FICS RIGHT NOW EVERYONE SHUT UP I AM SHAKING YOU AROUND QUINN

♡ AUBURN'S ANONS!!

magical girl anon

seahorse anon

❤️ anon

#I TRIED TO KEEP THESE SHORT SO I WOULDNT WRITE A PARAGRAPH HELP #🐙! blog things #🍙! remy #🪓! identity #🐚! cole #🧶! ellie #🦐! shrimpy #🌙! siren #💌! winou #🪼! gi #🌟! rinna #🌠! irene #💙! raptor #🔷! ceru #🏎️! hydra #💪! ryoko #💚! valerie #🎉! calira #💎! icy #💫! winter #🥀! meme #🐸! zell #🪩! cecile #🙏! angel #👻! axvie #🐝! rain #🎀! sapph #🌊! rubia #🍡! kei #🍄! remi

[purseowner4thequalityanimation]

Shin Megami Tensei NINE's demon roster consists of new designs, returning designs and REPEATED designs. And no demon demonstrates this better than Harpy, whose model appears in NINE's roster no less than 5 times. Rather than just post 5 gifs and be done with it like I normally do, I have decided to curate a short overview of the BEST Harpy appearances in MegaTen! Hit "Keep reading" (after viewing this post in my blog because the formatting gets fucked up if you don't) NOW!!!!

Harpy and Furiae appear in Shin Megami Tensei 1 but they don't share assets yet so who gives a crap. Siren is a blue harpy, I guess.

Furiae returns in Shin Megami Tensei II with a new sprite, joined by

Ocypete, Celaeno and Aello! There's some slight asset resharing among them as Aello and Furiae share the same base sprite, but the others share with non-harpy demons so as far as this post is concerned they're original. Combined with artist Kazuma Kaneko's tendency to embellish demon designs in artwork and you'd never expect that all these birds were destined to be textureswaps for an underperforming 2002 XBOX JRPG.

But they were! Now we're cooking! In Shin Megami Tensei NINE the 5 bird-ladies return in one fabulous package. If you love Harpy then you'll love Harpy being given a haircut and a dyejob and reappearing four times. You'll love how they appear alongside themselves for hours of gameplay because they're within the same 10-28 level range. As an added bonus for the asset-reuse lover, said gameplay takes place in looping CG render backgrounds arranged into dungeons so just imagine leaving the town square in Ocarina of Time and arriving in that exact town square except mirrored. By the end of NINE you will love asset reuse, because you will not make it to the end of NINE otherwise. (The harpies are also in Shin Megami Tensei IMAGINE but without the looping backgrounds it just isn't the same.)

Honorable mention to Persona 1 which squeezed in the named furies Megaera, Tisiphone and Alecto by using the same upperbody sprite as the three named harpies. Unfortunately Atlus were too afraid to include the named harpy Podarge for a total of 7 unique birdladies, so Persona 1 will only be commemorated by an opacity-reduced overlay of the six they bothered including.

Only regular Harpy survived to the DS-3DS era, using her Soul Hackers design where her head kind of looks like a pinecone. After gracing us with her presence in Strange Journey (+ Redux) and Shin Megami Tensei IV(+ Apocalypse), the Harpy disappeared from the pages of SMT history never to be seen again. As for actual history, I think Harpies were evil birds in Greek mythology but don't quote me on that.

Special thanks to @veskscans for the SMT1/2 art of Harpy, Furiae, Ocypete, Celaeno and Aello, and @eirikrjs for the Soul Hackers Harpy scan. NINE gifs by me, other sprites from the MegaTen wiki.

#Shin Megami Tensei #NINE #MegaTen #Harpy #Furiae #Aello #Celaeno #Ocypete #my writing

[dynoguard]

History's Lance - A Side Story

My name is Ronax Tallplume. I am an archivist, class 4, Civilian Logistics, Agriculture and Welfare.

I don't know where I am.

That's not entirely true. I am in my house, or what's left of it, but my house is not all here. Nor is what's here where it should be.

I remember emergency sirens, and an alert broadcast. Someone from one of the Science Towers talking about an emergency procedure. I just remember looking up and seeing a ball of fire in the sky.

Then screaming and then-

The fireball looked at me. No, that's not right.

Then it was very cold, and very quiet.

Then I was here.

The rear half of my home is still entirely intact, as is a section of the yard outside and some of the sidewalk. My kitchen is where the home ends abruptly, cut cleanly through as though by a laser. There's no sign of burns or scorches, but along this line on the ground is a thin ring of irregular cyan-colored crystal growths.

This line forms a circle about 20 meters across centered on the house's capacitor box. Everything within the circle is just as it was before the siren went off.

Everything outside the circle is utterly wrong.

I do not recognize the plant life. There are trees and shrubs, but their leaves are strangely shaped. In place of the carpet ferns are simple leaves that poke up through dry, patchy soil. The air is also dry, and chilly, and it smells wrong.

It's night. I must have been knocked out for half a day at least. And there's no lights anywhere, much less the entire city of Tailspire.

Where the spike am I?

-

I spent most of the night taking stock of my situation. The recorder is charged for the foreseeable. I have some food from the half of the kitchen that's here, but water will be a problem.

I took the hangar pole from my bedroom closet. I don't have any weapons, so a tail's length hollow steel rod will have to do.

I've set out to find water. I've started hiking downhill. West by the sun's position.

-

I found a stream after six hexands or so. I've marked the trail with some rocks, and am following the stream. I've spotted more signs of life. Some of the insects seem familiar, but they are a fraction of the size. I've spotted a variety of unfamiliar birds, none of whom seem to have teeth.

No flappers though.

I also saw something else. Some kind of giant vole, I think. It had four legs, was covered in short, flat fuzz, and had curling horns coming from the sides of its head. Instead of scuttling on the ground it stood with its legs directly under it, legs that each ended in a pair of black claws. It barely had a tail to speak of. It'd say it was five, six claws long, muzzle to haunches.

It gave a low, staccato honk and ran into the foliage when I tried to get close.

Is this Primore at all? Did I get thrown to some other planet, or skipped into another universe like on Worldshifters? Something about the crystal ring seems familiar.

There we go... the stream led right to a small lake and...

A village! Little stone and wood houses in the distance. Dromeons by the size of the houses! Thank Zarr!

-

They weren't dromeons.

They were tailless, flat-faced things that smelled like cittervoles, about half my size. They wore clothing, they had tools, but they're completely alien. I tried to approach slowly to not spook them, but they ran as soon as I spoke.

I'd hoped that my F.I.S.H. would be able to pick up on their language, but the charge is drained and it doesn't use the same cells as the recorder.

I waited a bit to see if any would come out to try and communicate, but after three came out holding what appeared to be large knives or small swords, I decided to attempt again later.

-

I returned to the pond to try and speak with the creatures again. When I arrived, one of their number came forward with two animals like the four-legged vole-thing I saw on the path. It led them with plant-fiber ropes looped around their necks.

Livestock, I assume.

The creature left the two livestock animals tied to a post next to the pond, a new addition since the last time I arrived, and ran back to one of the houses when I tried to approach.

I'm twice their size, and I can see now that they don't have claws or fangs, or any natural armaments at all that I could see. I must be terrifying to them. The animals are a gift to appease me, it seems. Maybe the pole scared them. I'll leave it behind next time.

I have food enough for now. But that won't last long. If I'm not rescued, I may have to take them up on that.

-

It has been a thirdmoon. I have taken the creatures' livestock offerings twice, on days were I was not able to trap wild game. The four-limbed voles are gamey but filling when you cook them right. They come in a variety of sizes and shapes. I've been leery to try the plant life since I have no idea what is poisonous.

I've been thinking about Meg a lot. Partially because I miss her, but mostly because she was always talking about StarNest. She loved everything about space travel, especially the science. She'd go on and on about all of it. Especially the stasis thing. Time slip.

"Did you know they use time slip fields to make more chronite?"

I remember her saying those exact words.

"When the field collapses, everything in the space gets shoved out. Anything that doesn't undergoes the Bronzehorne process and forms chronite crystals."

I remember it so clearly. Maybe because she said it. Maybe because of the ring. The dirt just beyond the ring bulges. It's harder than the surrounding earth. Like it was packed together.

I've been in the time slip. I have no idea how long. If Meg was here she'd know. She was good with science and stars and things.

I didn't notice before, but the stars are different. Even I know that takes a long time. Long enough for voles to learn to make swords. How long is that?

They told us in school we weren't the first people on Primore. They told us we probably wouldn't be the last. That was a comforting thought then.

I watched a vidplay once about a big-brain flapper that got frozen in ice and woke up in the modern world. Awful effects, dumb script, lot of plop-jokes.

He must have been so lonely.

-

The spiking voles attacked me.

They had one of their own tied to the pole when I went down to get water. It was wrapped up in white clothing and was screaming and wailing. I cut the ropes with my claws and tried to tell it calmly I wouldn't hurt it.

I heard weird, hard running steps behind me and before I turned around one of the little monsters had a spear in me. It was on one of their labor animals, both of them armored up like for war. I knocked them both down with my tail and ran.

I'm back at the house. I'm trying to bind the wound but it won't stop. I want to go home. I want the warm air. I want Meg.

Meg. Meg, where are you?

It's getting dark.

-

I don't want to hurt you! Listen, please!

I'm just lost. I'm like you, I talk, I can feel. Please!

Stop! I'm not a monster!

My arm, you broke my arm! Why are you doing this? You horrible naked little voles! Overgrown garden pests! ANIMALS!

I never did anything to you and you stabbed me and burned my home!

Get back! I have teeth! I'll bite! That's what you understand isn't it? Hurting and biting and killing!?

Come at me then! You're so brave with your rocks and knives when I'm bleeding and tied up! You wanted to feed me one of you, so c'mon!

Do it. Do it you cowards!

Meg. Meg. I'll see you soon Me-

--

The last testimony of Ronax Tallplume, previously known as the Singing Stone of Silene, recently translated by and repatriated to representatives of the Granite Mountain Dinosovian enclave.

#short fiction #dynoguard #questionably canon #tragedy #dinosaurs #dino scalie #time travel #dragon slaying #saint george #ai assisted artwork

[schafpudel]

Epidemiology of the Raven's Blood

Part 0: Prologue

Realistically, the blood does things because it's convenient to the plot of the anime, and no deeper thought needs to be put in than that. However, while it does explain inconsistencies in its writing, it's boring and not fun to my pattern-seeking brain. I like to piece together coherent internal logic to stuff in fiction, even if I know the authors themselves didn't think that hard about it. It's fun to me!

At the same time, Princess Tutu's meta-fictional conceit does give us some wiggle room to borrow the Doylist understanding and smuggle it back into a Watsonian explanation. So...

In-universe, I think, the purpose of the Raven’s Blood can be understood as a plot device to easily convert a separate “character” and their body into a narrative extension of the Raven; that this is why Drosselmeyer would write it into the logic of his story. Bored of a character you introduced previously and want to heighten the stakes? They're a toadie of the Raven now. And when we go a level down in fictionality...

To the Raven, other living things exist to be exploited. The only use you can have, beyond being a meal, is being a pawn who can get it what it wants – and what it wants is to consume. Like some ancient castle-bound vampire or wicked dragon, its power and intelligence are ultimately in service of a simple predatory desire. If you are neither edible nor manipulable, you are simply a nuisance.

Diseases and parasites will manipulate pain and pleasure, fear and love, the body and the brain. But while a real disease or parasite’s goal in psychological and physiological manipulation is to reproduce, to turn the infected into a means by which to spread itself to new hosts... the Raven's curse is uninterested in this. What matters, to the Raven, is that the cursed becomes a minion and a pawn, who can bring its prey closer to its own mouth.

Part 1: Lay All Your Love On Me

Part 2: Serving Your Heart On A Platter

I’m sure you’ve heard of a sickness that feeds predators their prey. Toxoplasmosis, for example makes male rats as horny and lovesick over the smell of cat urine as they are at the scent of female rats, switching the pathways of fear and desire, to lure them into being devoured. The pathways between the two run parallel, you see. For the infected, every cat becomes a succubus, a siren, a beautiful creature calling its prey to their willing doom. And, if the parasite gets what it wants, this is how the rat dies.

       Why am I talking about this? Because Mytho starts talking about feeding himself to birds literally the day that his symptoms start presenting, in episode 14.

It’s true he’s saying this while antagonizing Fakir, so one could also brush it off as him just Saying Shit to make his roommate as uncomfortable as possible. But also – we know what the Raven wants, in the end.

For most of season 2, however, Raven!Mytho doesn’t continue to talk about feeding himself to crows. He’s mostly focused on seducing sacrifices, manipulating public opinion, having meltdowns about not being loved enough, and being petty to Fakir and Kraehe. His sense of self-preservation (in as much as Mytho has ever had one, cough) seems genuinely intact for episodes 15 through 21. If Mytho is feeling weirdly giggly about getting eaten during that timespan, he’s doing an awfully good job of hiding it.

And then Mytho starts molting into a crow monster at the end of episode 21, and the rat toxoplasmosis symptoms kicks back in.

(We're not told what he's smiling about here in episode 22, but the next episode, episode 23, makes it obvious:)

This does seem likely to be a Mytho-specific symptom; Rue shows no sign of this. The Raven has been particularly invested in eating Mytho’s heart for a long time, after all; Mytho’s job as the Raven’s doordash delivery guy was always going to be temporary even if he hadn’t beeninterrupted every time. It’s entirely possible that other people could end up with this “symptom” too, but we never see it.

The fact that Raven!Mytho proceeds to acts so strangely cuddly after telling Kraehe she’s an ugly fuck (but also that he needs her love) feels somehow related to this enthusiasm for getting eaten by crows. His voice delivery in the Japanese audio for the heart/lips/blood line sounds…  …I hate to say this.

It sounds like he thinks a crow girl ripping out his heart and touching it onto her mouth is really hot.

(Yea, of course she's shaped like an uggo human (and he's in the process of moulting into a majestic raven and he's sosososo excited for that) - but hey, she's technically a crow as far as he knows, and she has black feathers....)

(And while regular!Mytho seems negative to neutral about that in season 1, Raven!Mytho only ever complimented Kraehe for having crow-like qualities.)

Anyways! In Mytho's final state under the Raven's Blood, he immediately obeys the Raven's orders to be devoured, completely ignoring Rue and Tutu's pleas.

...You know, until the Fairytale Confession of Love, because this is a magical curse and it is a fairytale.

Part 3 and Part 4 are not ready yet but are in the works. See you soon.

#princess tutu

[hchollym]

What are your thoughts and opinions about fleur? I think she is really interesting and had a lot of character potential. Also what are your thoughts on veelas in general. Personally something about it to me just feels off.. idk

I've talked about Fleur before in this post, as well as her parallels to Percy in this post. 🥰

As for Veela in general, I think they're just a lazy "twist" on the Sirens of Greek Mythology, and it's incredibly sexist.

Both Sirens & Veela are beautiful women who are overly sexualized & tend to represent "dangerous" temptation by women (i.e. the Sirens' song leads men to their death while the Veela's dance hypnotizes men and makes them act stupid & impulsive).

To make things even more misogynistic, Veela hair is considered "temperamental" in a wand, and when Veela become angry, their faces start "elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long, scaly wings were bursting from their shoulders" & they can throw fire from their hands. JKR basically mixed the 'overly emotional woman' stereotype with the 'hell hath no fury like a women scorned' stereotype. 🙄

I do find it funny that it's implied that Veela can only hypnotize people who are attracted to women, so if a character isn't overly affected by them, then they could either be gay or strong-willed, and good luck guessing which one! 🤣

Thanks for the ask! 😊

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[ramblermagpie]

rehabilitated harpy y/n and eclipse!

@naffeclipse glorious cardinal instinct makes me ramble a quick idea so please don't laugh at me!

I had an idea op the harpy y/n the rehab graduate! fresh in the wilds never having met another harpy of their kind but meeting other types of harpies and people learning how to one day go back to the wilds OP got a unique set of skills and mixed costumes and cultures was taught pretty well everything but sirens danger they know stranger danger met many types of people but is siren unexperienced just see a potential friend/neighbor op met shark mer and other sharp tooth friends don't know about the danger of the siren song! can hunt hide and run just fine even make a pretty good igloo and for their hobbies learned from other harpies songs, swimming, and dancing with crafts! the first few days in the wilds they waddle and swim trying to find others and just meet Eclipse cause OP is excited to make a new friend and Eclipse thinks they are funny and cute harpy op is a nice neighbor and even does gifts and helps and eclipse is flattered! y/n thinks Eclipse has a beautiful voice and thinks they're a lil weird but sweet guy Op is just a sweetie bird who is a lil naive but gaining experience! If Eclipse has his sun and moon OP has babysitting experience and loves babies and will ride and die for babies the stories OP has of babysitting other species fluffs and grooms their feathers well for nap cuddles.

#cardinal instict #eclipse x reader #sun drop #moon drop #daycare attendant #fnaf #fnaf au #ramble fnaf #prompt idea #ramble of ideas #so many ideas #i could drown in ideas!

[witchofthesouls]

I loved the "TFP kids are eldritch/magical/supernatural beings, or descendants of" drabbles. Soo, Raf= dragon, Miko=siren and Jack=??, idk, Fae?? At least, that was what I got from reading the parts about "June"

Also, those drabbles about the kids getting their asses turned into sparklings and being as feral as they are adorable, but still obviously other, is something I didn't knew I needed

I think the team (idk if you would include Smokescreen, Wheeljack and Magnus) would notice that their kids are other sooner or later. Not that it would make them love the kids any less (I think that it would make the need of protecting the kids more intense, cause Megatron)

Also, Fowler? He knows, and is simply playing the dumb part. He is an agent, he has seen a lot, he simply knows what to look for. He also has a feeling that if he lets anything happen to those kids, he will answer to "June" (not only cause of Jack, but also because of Miko and Raf; you can't tell me she hasn't claimed them as her own)

Please, keep writing, I love your content :) :)

Ohhh, Thank you!

Miko is definitely has ancestors from the Deep Waters. I’m keeping it ambiguous since I’m still sorting out what kind. Certainly ningyo (Japanese mermaid), maybe an amabie, which have mystical abilities on prophecy and dispelling disease.

The Esquivel family are descendants of dragons. To what extent is uncertain, but all of them have some sort of pull towards things: a deep hunger for knowledge, a drive to collect, and enjoyment of ridiculous hot temperatures, both climate and food. (No fear of fire or heat, this family.) Raf’s talents with technology aren’t really out of place amongst his family. They simply accept that Raf has a Thing for it, like mama’s horde of cast iron and terra cotta cookware and extensive memorization of recipes and Maria’s (the eldest sister) love and wanderlust for lost cultures.

Tbh, the Darbys really switch depending on my mood and muse, especially if June even remembers what she is. They're definitely Other, but what kind? Who's the say? I mainly pulled from fae folklore and mythos, but then got sidetracked on witchcraft, the supernatural, and a divinity streak.

Jack has something for birds, and birds love him. Dark wings, glossy feathers, and secrets along with Sight. Even with a forgetful heart and drained memories, he still remembered to feed crows and ravens. The ones that always, will always find him. Jack often asks Agent Fowler for French fries and sunflower seeds. If the Autobots aren’t careful, Jack will sneak out of the base to watch the sky and pet the local animals.

Questions, questions. So many questions thing one has. He usually lingers around the computer or medbay on the walls or ceilings. Usually, Optimus and Ratchet find out where he is since he pipes up with a question about what’s in their hand or what are they doing or what does that mean.

If any of them want to keep him nearby, then tell Jack a story. Any story. He enjoys them, especially mythos or things about their lives. Or keep art supplies out and about. 

Oh yeah, you're on the money about June. She definitely claimed the other kids via domain, allegiance, or the simple affection that those two keep Jack company. (If June had been caught in the blast range along with the kids, the Autobots would have had a very dedicated guardian for the trio of sparklings, for good and bad.)

Agent Fowler knows there’s something, especially it’s far more noticeable with Jack. As a human, the teen was quiet, but as a Cybertronian, the kid could fall absolutely silent: no vents, no boom-ing or thud of his steps, no whir of his joints. Jack simply likes to appear and disappear, so it’s best to keep the kid in line-of-sight because he can suppress himself to their sensors as well.

June has similar abilities herself. The way she can only be found if she wants to be found.

These kids would be well protected and they will keep them at the base. Small, vulnerable, and easily transportable. Between the Decepticons and humans… they would honestly would rather have them under Decepticon watch and pray to whatever deity that's watching them that Starscream's Seekerkin-coding is active.

Jack's abilities to completely suppress his own presence is simultaneously worrisome and relaxing. On one hand, he can go outside without an adult covering his signature. On the other hand, he can go outside without anyone knowing.

Example: The base cougar.

MECH has no qualms about strapping down and experimenting on living Cybertronians to dissect their biology… they have nightmares what would be done to the kids if they get caught. 

Ultra Magnus would be the hardest to convince that Raf is a sapient being. This hardass would treat the baby Predacon as a misbehaving puppy. 

Even working with bestial forms and Blaster's cassettes, he doubts that Predacons had higher intelligent thinking. Clever creatures. Fantastic hunters. But truly sapient? That's a question that was highly debated by venerated academics and geared towards no.

Jack and Miko hate him for that. They can pick up the difference on how he treats them versus Raf.

Of course, Predaking changed everyone's stance.

Jack is very smug about it. Smuggiest little bird, especially with that pleased-as-punch field and particular flick by his wings.

Wheeljack adores Miko. Loves how bitty, bitey, and aggressive she is. Likes how sharp she is and how you really have to get some force to claw her off your plating. She likes leaving marks on armature. If anyone wants to find Miko, then she’s climbing and chewing on Wheeljack, Bulkhead, or Optimus, found in the main lounge around the kiddie pool and the TV, or napping in the nest of pillows and blankets.

Yep, definitely had a hand in building a sturdier playpen for Raf. The old one worked well until Miko and Jack helped him dig his way out of it.

He thought it was ridiculous how locked up everything was. Wheeljack understood that with little ones running around that shouldn't be weapons, wires, and ammunition on the floor. But really the scrap metal? The diagnostic equipment? The cleaning supplies? Paranoid copters and jazzed-up creators all of them.

And then he saw Raf cutely toddle his four, little legs to make a mean attempt to inhale the wrench out of his reach...

Wheeljack gets it now.

Even helps develop a contained fire alarm because of Miko and Jack's budding arson tendencies to give Raf things to flame on.

The kids practically adore Smokescreen. He lets them run amuck on the floor, walls, and ceilings. Not afraid to really get into their play and would build their settings for background. Everyone finds rock blocks and wood pieces in the weirdest places.

Smokescreen is that babysitter that shouldn’t be a babysitter or in charge of mini-anything. Raf would absolutely go ham on all the rocks and garbage-dump scrap metal left to the side, Smokescreen’s shins would be dented as hell from the swordplay, and they all find out the dangers of gas fire and water. 

Smokescreen is absolutely dramatic in death scenes. Taking his time to expire while rolling around. He makes sure to lie on his back because once the kids stuffed slime at the base of his door wings to resurrect him. And they got it deep into the seams and systems, right down to the protoform even.

#ask #azula nyx #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #jack darby #miko nakadai #raf esquivel #june darby #agent fowler #ultra magnus #wheeljack #smokescreen #humans into cybertronians #humanformers #maccadam #my thoughts #my writing #Soul speaking #tf headcanons #magic #fae #creature

[luvring]

Hi!!! If your still taking requests can I ask abt mhin (from touchstarved) with a siren s/o?

MHIN WITH A SIREN S/O

gn!reader | ok. some gender stuff i had to work around here. since i couldn't 100% confirm if sirens affected only men or Everyone (yknow. w women Not Being Sailors) i went w the assumption Everyone is affected. "First you will come to the Sirens who enchant all who come near them" is GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!

and tho sirens are usually half-women i still used gender neutral terms! found depictions of male sirens which disappeared around the 5th century bce so. yknow. mythology.

! a Little difficult to safely prove your problem (especially if you run with the idea that sirens die if someone survives hearing their song) to mhin unless you're capable of transforming into the usual mermaid appearance, or perhaps the half-person half-bird version, etc. in which case,, it's pretty easy to tell. lol. to be fair you point out that mhin transforming isn't exactly safe either.

^ if it's the half-bird version i think they would exhibit a Certain kind of Shock since their form is also some sort of bird creature. like okayyy twinning ?! you'd get to compare your forms and they're like ? there's some major differences between us but i see what you mean

it intrigues them about how good your voice could be, and they wonder how long they could listen or if there's some sort of work around. like would it affect them the same if They were in their monster form, and do either of you really want to test that theory

^ specifically a solution that doesn't involve others bc there Is already 2 solutions,, but neither of you are very excited by this experiment Or involving anyone else.

one big (good!) difference is the fact that you both know you aren't alone, if ykwim. like, it isn't being a siren that's important to mhin, it's that you guys can relate to each other's problems and can face them Together

there is definitely. a conversation you have about whether you enjoy being a siren or if you would try to get rid of that part of you if given the chance. how your thoughts compare to mhin's, and reassuring them that even if You didn't want a 'cure', you understand why they do and support them. or that you Would choose to be something else,, and mhin keeping that info in the back of their mind for later

anyway. on a more lighthearted note.

in general, mhin doesn't really treat you differently than they would if you weren't a siren. other than maybe making sure you aren't picked for karaoke and—depending on how often you sing while alone—making sure it's safe to come into your room, it doesn't affect day-to-day life very much!

being a siren doesn't stop any date ideas, walking around, physical affection, etc. What about a good singing voice means you can't tease them or help them clean up after a mission or trying new sweets together. LOVE WINS!

imagine if it was like,, you had to have the intent of luring someone in + you don't Die if your 'target' survives,, so you could hum or sing without someone being in danger. and Mhin knows that. but the others don't. Idk i think we should let them be a menace. support it, even. play along, if you will

^ ! if this was the case they would at least be very interested in hearing you sing while you're one-on-one. like as a siren Out of the water Not leading sailors into a rocky death,, if you're in a safe enough environment, there's really less risk of...death. and they trust you!

but seriously,, ais and vere say something irritating and mhin is shooting you a look. and you have to tell them No you will Not sing to fuck with them right now

mhin asking if there's specific songs you have to sing or if you could technically sing something dumb + silly. not because they secretly think it'd be amusing to watch someone fall under your control but solely because of curiosity /sarc

! being a siren could potentially pull off different jobs which means you can work as a Team :) no longer alone!

are you a siren with a mermaid form? if given the chance mhin would take you to...a lake...the ocean... a body of water so you can show them what you look like, and they're just. in awe. they understand how sailors would've fallen for you and others like you

Something to be said of how mhin wishes their curse was more like yours in this case (alluring, control over your power, not intrinsically horrific, etc) but Let's not think about that too much

#touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #mhin x reader #nia + touchstarved