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elvsium · 3 years

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✱ ╱ ben barnes + cis man + he/him ━ if you happen to find yourself stuck in tartarus, make sure you don’t run into DESMOND TITAN there. the FORTY-THREE year old has made quite the reputation for themselves under their alias as HADES, a BOSS for THE SOULS. while their enemies often describe them as unyielding and reticent, their syndicate would say that they’re astute and just. they DO think that zane was murdered, but they’ll be keeping that to themselves for now. ( specks of red on an otherwise impeccable three piece black suit, always being five steps ahead, holding fast to your own set of morals )

the stats ,

FULL NAME: desmond emeric titan.

NICKNAMES: des.

BIRTH PLACE: tartarus, california.

BIRTHDATE: november 19, 1977.

AGE: forty-three.

ZODIAC: scorpio sun.

MBTI: intj — the architect.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis man & he/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual .

AFFILIATION: the souls.

ALIAS: hades. POSITION: boss.

FAMILY: kronos titan ( father ), rachael titan ( mother ), zane titan ( brother ), donny titan ( brother ), sara titan ( sister-in-law ), reese titan ( nephew ), dennis titan ( nephew ).

the story , (tw: brief mentions of death, abuse, murder, cancer)

the youngest child of kronos and rachael titan, a couple who seemed to be together since the beginning of times, desmond was born in a life of opulence and violence. his father had already created a crime empire in california by then, and the family business was never a secret to the child, nor the certitude that that was his future.

rachael was a caring mother who tried her best to protect her sons from the titan patriarch, a cold man who was ruthless in his business and at home. he had a plan for his sons and expectations that would be met. oftentimes emotionally and physically abusive, his only reason was that he was raising men.

always more introverted than his older brothers, desmond was content being by himself. he wasn’t a loud or hyperactive child, preferring books and puzzles. he had an insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and showed brilliance at an young age that his father immediately saw as an asset to be explored.

at a too young age, desmond knew more about guns, drugs and the ins and outs of crime than people twice his age. he was thirteen when he watched his first execution. a man who had wronged the titans and his father used the opportunity as a teaching tool. all in preparation for when the man would leave his empire to his sons.

he thrived in his studies and graduated high school much earlier, leaving tartarus to go to college. it was a chance of temporary freedom outside of his father’s domain where not everyone knew what being a titan represented. still, he knew that being there was just part of his father’s plan and he would ultimately be back to the fold.

at nineteen, he was back with a degree in business and finance and to the news that his father had been diagnosed with cancer and was ready to step down. despite his young age, he wasn’t surprised when his father gave him the position of consigliere. it was a way to have his sons at the head of the syndicate.

the three brothers made a solide team, each with their own complementing specialities and personalities. but only a few years after the change of administration, their father had second thoughts and word got to the brothers that kronos was planning on overthrowing the three and take the syndicate back.

by then, it had become clear that his condition had decreased and the disease and treatment alike were taking a taking a toll on the man’s mind. seeing their father slowly deteriorate into nothing and with the threat of an attack hanging over their heads, zane, donny and desmond came up with a plan to deal with it all.

they kept it between only the three and made sure to make it as quick as possible for the patriarch, a mercy killing. to everyone it was simply an accident; an old, sick man that fell down the stairs, no one bothered to check his system for narcotics that had nothing to do with his chemotherapy.

the syndicate only grew after kronos’ passing, but with the years so did the divergencies between the three brothers. desmond would say it was brothers’ brashness and inability to see reason that ultimately made caused the split. after that last conversation he left the room knowing he would never go back.

taking the very few he felt he could trust, he formed the souls. many, getting the downtown area could be seen as drawing the short straw, and maybe it was, but that didn’t bother the youngest titan brother. he already had a plan about how to make the souls the biggest syndicate in tartarus and full grasp of his own potential.

in the last five years, the souls have grown as he predicted. finances couldn’t be better, he has plenty of loyal members by his side, ambrosia has been a hit and they’re a force to be reckoned with, but power is addictive and he wants more.

zane’s passing came as a surprise, and not a good one, despite their fights and differences, the man was his brother. desmond knows he was murdered and finding out who did it and avenging his older brother is only one of the many things in his mind.

the personality ,

he has a presence and confidence that just commands respect, that makes him a great leader. knows what he wants and will do whatever is needed to make it happen.

an introvert who likes his own company and doesn’t have much patience for small talk. actually, doesn’t have patience for anything that doesn’t interest him or will simply make him waste his time.

very observant, he will figure out what it is that you want and use it to get what he wants, he can be very persuasive and manipulative. also the owner of a dry sense of humor. he can also sound insensitive and patronizing.

he is a very strategic person, not prone to impulsive decisions. desmond likes to analyze and ponder before choosing a course of action and then he will have four different backup plans in case something goes wrong.

also pragmatic and extremely organized. he can get very frustrated when things don’t go his way, but is cold enough to remain rational and works well under pressure.

desmond doesn’t trust easily and can be paranoid at times, but it comes with the job. he knows there’s always someone scheming against him and he must be on alert.

also doesn’t gets emotionally attached easily. he has an armor he's built around himself that makes hard for people to get too close to him and refuses to show people any vulnerability.

someone who puts a great deal of value in loyalty. if someone proves themselves to be loyal to him he will fight as hard as he can for them, but it only takes one betrayal for it all to be gone.

he tries to be fair when he can and isn’t unnecessarily cruel — he sees that in itself as lack of control —, but he’s a ruthless man to his enemies and those who cross him.

enjoys quiet nights at his place reading a book or playing online chess, though lately those haven’t happened very often. he is an workaholic and though he can delegate he knows he still has to keep an eye on everything.

the most important thing to know about him is that desmond has three dogs that are his children.

#tartarus.intro #gonna be honest #i wrote this in the spam of a week so who knows what's happening #but i did it finally so

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hopesfm · 3 years

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✱ ╱ charlie hunnam + cis male + he / him ━ if you happen to find yourself stuck in tartarus, make sure you don’t run into DONNY TITAN there. the FORTY - SIX year old has made quite the reputation for themselves under their alias as POSEIDON, a BOSS for THE STALLIONS. while their enemies often describe them as tempestuous & brutal, their syndicate would say that they’re jovial & clever. they DO think that zane was murdered, but they’ll be keeping that to themselves for now. ( laughter lines with bright eyes, the smell of a storm on the water, bones breaking with one blow, bloody knuckles & a gentle touch, a surprising secret cleverness ) elodie + 24 + she / they + est.

STATISTICS .

full name donovan antony titan

nickname donny, don, poseidon, tony ( his brothers only )

sexuality bisexual

birthplace tartarus, california

date of birth april 9, 1975

zodiac aries

PERSONALITY .

donny has always been known as a brutal man. he carries himself like a fighter, & he is one --- far more likely to swing a punch himself than to let someone else do it for him. you take an eye from him, he’ll take two from you. you take an eye from his family, he’ll take your head. it surprises some to see how much he loves his family, the fierceness & the gentleness he can muster for them. he’s loyal & protective, even has some quiet care left for any souls or titans that have claim to the family name, though that’s not an invitation to cross him. his children are undeniably his world.

he has a sense of humor, loves a good laugh, & can be surprisingly friendly & warm, often considered easy to talk to. he can be the life of the party, but rarely in excess, & his boisterous spirit & fast friendship charm many. some days he can be easygoing, calm cheer unflappable. but his temper is the stuff of legend, bright features hiding a mercurial, sometimes volatile attitude, largely unpredictable. he can be reasonable one moment & vicious the next. he doesn’t forgive easily, holds a grudge, & one misstep could undo years of trust if you say the wrong thing at the wrong time.

his perceived lack of subtlety, his pride, his preference for a good old fashioned fistfight rather than passive aggressive jabs, make many see him as more of a blunt weapon, dangerously strong & ruthless but not too smart, easy to trick. they are wrong. carefully hidden behind his whirlwind of a persona is a keen, considering mind. he’s a fast learner & very observant, picking up on the little pieces he isn’t expected to notice, finding the one thread that can pull someone apart. he values information, the details that make people tick.

he feels most himself, most at peace, alone on his boat, surrounded by deep blue water.

HISTORY .

tw : abuse, murder

tartarus is the only home that donny has ever known. the second of kronos’ sons, he was raised in a life of blood stained luxury. no amount of money, no amount of their mother’s love, would have been enough to save the boys from their father. the abuse kronos put him through shaped poseidon into the man he is today, he thinks, & that isn’t complimentary. when he was sixteen, donny had the bright idea of hitting back. the beatdown he received in return taught him the importance of maintaining strength & the value of a killing blow, one strike & done, no time for payback.

kronos recognized his fighting spirit & made him his interrogator, his executioner, his attack dog. donny didn’t go to college, learned all that he needed to hands on, developed his own language of violence. he found brief solace in restoring an old boat, in the work that left his hands aching, in the silence out among the waves. when he was made the underboss after his father’s retirement, he began to take a special interest in the docks.

whispers that his father wanted to retake his power, overthrow his sons, didn’t sit well with him. he was all too eager to work with his brothers to kill their old man, to ensure that they got away with it. consolidation of power & a little revenge at the same time, it couldn’t be sweeter. he thought it couldn’t be sweeter. afterwards, safely at home in his apartment, he was sick for the first & last time after a job. he let the memory of his old man turn his spine to steel, & years later, when he & hades tore away from the titans in glorious fashion, it was what kept him from looking back.

he’s long understood crime. marriage, fatherhood, divorce --- those were all new to him. he had no good example to follow, but he certainly had a bad one to study. throughout it all, every twist & turn with his family, donny has been careful, cautious beyond belief of any warning sign that he’s becoming his father. he rarely raises his voice with them, nevermind even thinking of raising a hand. he will not explain this fear to anyone, has never put it into words, but his success so far means the world to him. he trusts in his family. he loves them.

zane’s death --- zane’s murder, he’s convinced --- has been like dropping a lit match in dry forest. donny is furious, barely restrained, takes any accusation of guilt as a personal insult. he & zane rarely agreed, tumultuous relationship turning into a battleground after he left, but that was still his brother. even when he hated him, he loved him. strategically, donny recognizes the importance of this moment, the destabilization of the titans, the opportunity to strike. he’ll play the part in public, vie for power & kill or con anyone in too his way. privately, his chief concern is finding the killer & putting their head on a pike. maybe he’ll send a thank you note to their widow after, but right now ? he wants blood.

#tartarus.intro #king / intro .

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falconfriend · 3 years

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preview; 16+ with some serious trigger warnings, I went back and forth on posting but I hope that it's good for someone else too. Check the tags on the original post if it's shared without tws, and mind them—I've had to avoid fic for trigger warnings before, and there's a lot of other, better fic out there! I don't think I did anything special here.

if you're Rif's friend please don't read this one I would die /lh <3

“…Hey, Zane?”

Jay’s twisted in his seat, and he’s so worried, so quickly. Zane has been in such deep trouble so many times. Of course, Jay’s mind is racing. He’s expecting some sort of villain, or massive malfunction, and… This thing is bad. Zane has both accidentally raised a thousand other anxieties, and can’t think of a way to soften them with the real answer.

This thing is bad. They’re staring down a monster here, and he knows it, and he’s going to share it with Jay.

“Zane.” Jay softens. It’s- kind of difficult to see him like this, Jay so immediately, effectively rising to the occasion—many would underestimate him, with that—Zane sitting here fumbling. “What is it, are you in trouble?”

Now or never, Zane. “Yes.”

Jay’s voice stays sharp, posture hesitant but on alert; he moves from twisting in his seat to sitting facing Zane outright. “You can’t just say that. What is it? Zane, if someone’s going to hurt you- did someone hurt you? Are you hurt?” He’s recognizing the rush in his voice belatedly- beating himself up for it, slowing down his words right at the end and wishing he had sooner-

“I’m unhurt,” says Zane, levelly, and he’s starting to wonder how much longer he’ll be able to trust his voice. It shakes. “I’m... I am in danger.”

Jay swallows and nods. He tries to leave enough silence for Zane to expand upon that. The edge of his shoe scuffs lines into the fine powdered dirt, the air is almost calm, cricket-filled.

"Zane?" The anxiety in his voice doesn't match the air, when it comes out. It could surprise someone who doesn't know him as well. "No pressure, but I am gonna keep filling in the worst possible answer."

The air stays still, cricket-filled. Jay turns to look at him and-

“Oh. Okay.” ...and the look on Zane's face doesn't tell him he's wrong. It is such a rare thing to see Jay find his resolve like this. Zane notes it. He needs to thank him. “What do we do?”

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“Do you want me to tell the guys?”

Zane deflates, his voice is soft. “If you could, please.”

“Yeah. Yeah - Zane, of course I- hey. You’re gonna be okay.”

There’s a beat of silence between them—heavy and uncertain, from Jay’s end; trying fruitlessly to project silent gratitude into the space between them, from Zane’s.

“You need to tell Pixal.”

“I know.”

“She just- she needs to hear it from you, Zane. She deserves that.”

“I know.”

#suicide ideation tw #suicidality tw #there's an assumed and immediate focus on staying alive though #it's that kind of place. Zane's in that place where it is hey I need to ask for help to survive this #assumed only because he chose hardcore for it to be. he didn't choose because it felt right and didn't wait for answers #he just knows it will be right later

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lori-the-dragon-ninja · 4 years

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Not so special afterall

TW///blood/stabbing

Cole: Anyone got a plan?

Kai: Well, we could-

Cole: Let me stop you right there, anyone got a good plan?

Kai: You didn't even let me fini-

Jay: Maybe we can do a surprise attack?

Lloyd: Hmm... Alright, here's the plan...

The ninja are in the first realm, Faith called them over when she noticed dragons disappearing. Her fears turned out to be true, other hunter clans are still capturing dragons.

Forstbourne was busy caring for younglings, she needed to stay at her nest and protect them, they were too young to even see. Faith, and the ninja took some dragons and started looking. The rest of the former hunters decided to stay in case any of the other clans decided to attack.

The ninja managed to track them. They can hear what seems like half a dozen dragons in the clan's camp. It has a wall with guards around it so they can't just sneak in.

They decided to use a distraction. All the dragons, led by a fire dragon rode by Faith, flew straight for the gates. All the guards from the wall ran to defend the front gate, just like planned. With the guards gone, the ninja could easily sneak in over the back wall unnoticed.

It didn't take them long to find the captured dragons, since they were roaring in distress, and break the chains.

The previously captured dragons' escape got the clan's attention. Half of the guards went to fight the ninja.

All the dragons, including the ones the ninja brought, started to flee when the arrows started falling from the sky and chains started trying to grab them, wrap themselevs around the dragons' bodies like snakes and leaving them trapped.

They could probably survive the arrows and avoid the chains, but due to all the horribe memories, the dragons decided running would be a smarter option.

For the ninja, it was all going well, until an earth dragon, in it's confusion and fear while trying to break free and leave, slammed it's head in the ground creating an earthquake that threw Lloyd off his feat.

He tried to get up as fast as he could, but before he completely stood up he felt a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen.

He looked down and saw a blade coming through his belly, covered in blood. His flesh started to burn. Pain started to grow by the second.

He didn't scream. He experienced worse. This was more shocking and frightening than it was painful. At least, at first. When the pain started to grow, and didn't stop, that's when he started hyperventilating and sobbing.

He didn't even acknowledge what was happening around him. He didn't notice the guy who stabbed him laying on the floor, unconscious, in a pool of blood. He didn't notice the fight being over. He didn't notice his friends calling him.

He could hear muffled screams in the distance, but who was that? Who were they calling? He didn't know and he didn't really care. He couldn't take his eyes off of the wound, the blood slowly trickling down his skin was... hypnotic.

It's almost like time slowed down. Everything was calm. It was just him. Silence.

Then, the real world hit him as he snapped back into reality.

He was suddenly on the floor, his breathing out of control, everything was loud. He was confused, disoriented, scared.

Kai: Lloyd?! Can you hear me buddy?

Nya: It's okay, it's gonna be okay! Everything is going to be fine!

It sounded more like Nya was telling that to herself.

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The dragons flew away during the battle. The ninja had to cross a big ravine to get to here, there was no way they were going back that way on foot. And without the dragons, they couldn't go back to Ninjago.

Faith: There might be a way around if we go north.

Jay: Might? Might be? Lloyd got stabbed,the dragons left us stranded and there might be a way back to camp? Great, just great!

Zane: There has to be a way. The other clan got on the other side and they don't have dragons to ride. Logically speaking, there has to be a way around.

Jay: But where? Where do we even start?

Cole: How about we ask someone from this camp?

Camp Leader: Hah, we'd rather die than help you!

Kai: Oh, you will die after what you did to our brother!

Camp Leader: Then so be it.

Faith: I know of a way back, but it requires climbing steep cliffs, which Lloyd cannot do. So I guess we just go north and hope that there really is a path there.

Lloyd was laying on the ground, Nya was carefully using her powers to wash the wound so it wouldn't get infected. He was bleeding quickly and they couldn't do anything to stop it.

In order to put pressure they would need to remove the blade. The blade was clogging up the wound, slowing the bleeding. Removing it would only make things worse.

They had to travel north. It was their only choice.

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After hours of traveling they made a camp and took a break. They have been carrying Lloyd for miles, and he was heavy. Not to mention they had to comfort him all the way because the pain only got worse over time.

The bleeding didn't help. He was pale, very pale. If the bleeding didn't stop soon, they would have to cauterize the wound, aka heat something up and put a burning hot material against Lloyd's skin. They didn't want to cause him even more pain, so they tried to put that off for as long as possible.

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After the break they had to start climbing a mountain, which proved to be even more difficult. They were already exhausted, both from the fight and the trip. They had to stop again and take a nap. At least for a few minutes.

Lloyd was still bleeding, but luckily the pain stopped getting worse, although the level it was at now was still quite agonizing and wouldn't let him rest.

But what was worse, he started hallucinating.

He saw three glowing dragons land near him. They looked just like the golden dragon. They looked so real. Were they real? No, that was impossible, right? Was it impossible?

Cole: Uhh... guys?

The ninja started to open their eyes.

Cole: Does anyone else see the golden dragons?

Lloyd: So... I'm not hallucinating?

Without a warning, there were three bright flashes of light.

"Can we help you?"

"Help them? We don't know who they are!"

"They look like they need help!"

"Are you insane? What reason do we have to help them?"

The two arguing voices were interruped by a third, soft one.

"Fortisa is right, we should help them."

"Flos? You can't be serious!"

Flos: Yes Letalis, I am serious. Don't you sense it?

Letalis: Sense what? That they're trouble?

Fortisa: Flos has a point. The young boy. He is one of us.

Jay: Uhh, what's going on?

Cole: Who are you people?

Flos: My name is Flos and these aree my sibilings: my sister Fortisa and my brother Letalis.

Letalis: And who are you? And why are you on our territory?

After the introduction and explanation of how they got into this situation, the three sibilings offered to take them to their home and care for their wounds.

Having no better choice, the team accepted, fearing that they would be dooming Lloyd to bleed out if they didn't accept help.

Zane: Thank you. We are forever in your debt.

Flos: No problem. It was our pleasure.

Letalis: Speak for yourself...

Nya: Just one question; why did you help us. I mean, it's no that I'm complaining, it's just- ya know...

Fortisa: Doesn't really make sense? Yeah, I get it. Buy you know, our kind has to stick together.

Cole: Your kind?

Fortisa: Yeah, my sibilings and the blond kid.

Lloyd: Me? What are you talking about? What kind are you?

Flos: Oh, how rude of us, I apologise. We are the dragonies, the hybrids between the mighty dragons and the cunning oni. And we sense, so are you.

They are oni and dragon hybrids? What? There's more of them? Was the First Spinjitzu Master not the only one? Did he have more descendants than Lloyd, Garmadon and Wu? Is there something else master Wu hasn't told them?

After briefly for the wound the sibilings transformed into dragons and took the team higher up in the mountains, then down through tunnels, through what seemed like a maze, back up all the way above clouds until they saw a village.

Above the village more golden dragons soared, in it was dozens of people, presumably also hybrids.

I guess being an oni-dragon hybrid doesn't make you so special afterall.

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #happy ending #golden dragon #first realm #the realm of oni and dragons

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