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thedragonnerd · 3 years

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Rayaari headcanon - being protective of each other

(inspired by this lovely anon)

Most of the time, Namaari feels welcome when she goes to visit one of the other lands, even within Heart. The majority of people in Kumandra want nothing more than calm after six destructive years, and are happy enough to welcome former rivals now as visitors to their markets and towns. However, there are some who still view her as the untrustworthy Fang Princess, responsible for all the problems in the land. They like to throw insults or barely veiled threats at her, although they are usually smart enough to do so beyond Raya's hearing, and Namaari just allows the remarks to wash over her, choosing to ignore them. And then one of them makes a mistake - hurls a severe threat towards her without realizing Raya is standing right next to her.

Raya has her sword drawn before Namaari can even blink, thrusting it towards his chin. 'What were you saying?' she growls, and one look has him turning into a quivering mess. Not even his stuttered words of apology seem to appease her, and it isn't until Namaari rests a hand on her arm that she lowers her sword.

As Princess of Heart, Raya should be well-versed in attending political meetings and being able to negotiate on trade deals and more. Yet, six years of living in the wilderness and on the run means she is more prepared to face dangers such as bandits and the Druun compared to some Talon politician, staring imperiously at her from across the table. She knows people judge her lack of leadership knowledge - she can hear the whispers and side glances when she's trying to join in during some dinner event after Council meetings.

It's at one of these events where she is cornered by two snobbish young men from Spine, who start to ask her all sorts of difficult questions about Heart policies. She can feel the judgement behind their eyes, and it takes great restraint from her side not to simply punch them in the face. 'I'd spend more time worrying about that awful clause you allowed to happen in article fifteen,' a smooth voice comes from behind Raya, and she feels an arm fall across her shoulders. 'And less time worrying about Heart's policies, since they'll be the ones enjoying your failures once this deal is ratified.' Namaari doesn't move from her side until they slink off into the crowd.

Raya loves to watch how children choose to interact with Namaari. The Fang 'kittens' are already used to their Princess joining in with their games, or settling them down for a story. But the small children of Heart are only just beginning to learn the wonder that is Namaari enacting out some valiant battles or stories, witnessing it for the first time during a cultural exchange visit between children of Heart and Fang.

'Raya, help meeee,' she hears a dramatic cry, and laughs as she watches Namaari falling in slow motion under a mass of tiny bodies. She waits for a moment, letting the giggles increase in volume as the children "help" Namaari in her fake death scene, and then wades into the chaos, scooping Namaari off the ground in a bridal hold. 'Don't worry, Princess,' she says with a wink. 'I'll save you.'

Raya is beautiful. Of course, Namaari doesn't need to be told this fact - she noticed it long ago with her own two eyes. Unfortunately for her, it seems half the population of Fang, men and women alike, have also noticed now that Raya has been visiting more often. And Raya might be unobservant when it comes to matters of love, but even she can notice some of their unsubtle behaviours.

'Oh wow, your arms are just so muscly,' a woman says, reaching out to squeeze Raya's bicep. She's in the midst of a crowd of Fang women, and Namaari can see her slightly panicked expression from over their shoulders. 'Ladies, I believe Chief Virana is looking for you,' she announces loudly, coming to stand side-by-side with Raya in return for an incredibly grateful side glance. The women give her suspicious squints, but shuffle away eventually, a few of them throwing small waves over their shoulders. 'Don't worry, Princess,' Namaari whispers in Raya's ear as they watch them leave. 'I'll save you.'

Raya can see how much effort Namaari puts into getting to know her friends. It's strange enough for Raya that she even has friends now, and perhaps the better expression might be more 'family', but either which way, Boun, Tong, Noi and Sisu have all become incredibly important to her. And so, Namaari tries - she accompanies Raya on strange adventures on Boun's ship, or visits Talon or Spine to see Noi and Tong, or tries to act normal around the dragons while Sisu and Raya catch up on all the news.

Sisu and Namaari have their own form of friendship, Raya knows, and Noi is susceptible to Namaari's gift with children. But Tong and Boun have been harder to crack, so it's with relief that she sees them beginning to be friendlier and invite Namaari on her own merit to their dinners. But then she over hears them plotting to drag Namaari and herself on some wild camping adventure, and, taking sympathy on Namaari's twitching eye, she relents, especially as she knows Namaari seems to feel obligated to say yes to all their requests. 'No can do, fellows,' she says, bumping her hip against Namaari's. 'We're going on a trip for just the two of us this weekend.'

Namaari comes across as extremely badass and tough, and although Raya knows this all to be true, she also knows there is a giant softie hiding just beneath the surface of her personality that few people get to see. However, she initially isn't sure the same can be said regarding Namaari's mother. The first time Virana catches them kissing, shock written all over her face as Raya pushes Namaari back in surprise, Raya's pretty sure her life flashes before her eyes.

'So you're the woman my daughter talks about constantly,' Virana says, and her gaze seems to pierce Raya's soul. 'I wondered when I would be meeting you.' Raya's pretty sure she manages to stutter out some ineloquent response, before Namaari is huffing a laugh and grabbing onto her hand. 'Mother, be nice,' she admonishes. 'No threats against my girlfriend.'

(Raya's almost too surprised by Virana's laugh to realize that Namaari's just called her the big "girlfriend" word)

#raya and the last dragon #rayaari #ratld #raya #namaari #rayaari headcanon #they are always protective over each other #also protective of the other's heart #overly protective #sweet protective

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 years

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¤°~Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?! Part 3°~¤

Previously...

"STOP YOUR STEP!!"

At the end of the hall, Senior Vanrouge and Sebek were conversing with the ghosts knights. "They became angery just because of a mere joke I made about them. Such a bunch of narrow minded ghosts." Lilia jests with ignorance in his tone.

"Ugh, the guys from Diasomnia! Why did you bring these ghosts here?!" Ace yells out in fear. "You naive ghosts who dare to snarl at Lilia. I'll get rid of you guys!" Sebek said with very little amusement.

Present Time..

After the fight with the ghosts. The student's and Headmaster go to the field so ghosts won't bother them. Students who were also kicked out the school stayed at the field. "Ha...haaa. Ugh the sides of my stomach hurt so much." Ace tries to say as he and Deuce groan and grumble in pain.

"Ace, Deuce." A familiar voice spoke. "Ah, Prefect Roseheart!" The two huff out as they nod. Azul and Kalim stood next to Riddle, but Azul looks at the two with confusion. "Where is Prefect (Y/N)? Shouldn't you two be with her?" The prefect of Octavinelle points out.

The A-Deuce combo only shrug. "I think she got mixed up the crowed." Deuce says as he looks at the growing crowd of students. "How did you guys get put here?" Ace asks the three dorm leaders.

"We had gotten chased out by some ghosts that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Even though it was valuable time for the three of us to study together." Kalim responded, while Azul shot him tired glance. "Kalim. Shouldn't it be "valuable time where we teach you about studying."?" Riddle could only sigh and cross his arms. "We almost got Kalim to understand the question..!"

"When we stayed in class, a bunch of ghosts appeared. They chased us out while saying, "this will be the brides fitting room!"" Grim watched as more students came up to them. Telling the same tale. "Everyone who was kicked out from campus has already gathered around..!"

"It seems like the whole campus has been taken away by those ghosts." Deuce said rather calmly. Ace on the other hand was more shocked than calm. "Oi! Principal, what's going on!?"

Before Mr. Crowley could respond, Ortho decided to explain. "I'll be the one to explain. You see, yesterday..." Once the young Shroud told everyone of the events that occurred. Everyone went silent. The only person who spoke after Ortho, was Riddle.

"The ghost groom has been searching for his ideal princess. Then had chosen (Y/N) as his ideal bride... That's the idea, correct?" Riddle revised as his expression was oddly calm. "WHAT!!!!" The group of NRC boys all screamed in anger and fear, a lot of other expression as well.

"We need to save her!!" Ace says immediately after the video was shown. "What will happen to (Y/N) if she does marry the Ghost Groom?!" Deuce asks the principal with fret. Mr. Crowley casted his eyes downward, with a somber voice he said.

"If (Y/N) marries the ghost prince, that is the same meaning of signing a contract. Which will mean, once the wedding is over.. SHE WILL FOLLOW HER SOON-TO-BE-HUSBAND TO THE UNDERWORLD!!!" "EEEEHHH!!!" Everyone yelled out in shock.

Mr. Crowley continues: "I put my guard down because I never would of expected someone who meets the conditions of the prince and his ideal Princess would exist in this world." Headmaster Crowley said with dread in every word he spoke.

"(Y/N)... Is going to be a ghost..!?" Epel gasps out with fear. "We can't let that happen!" Jack gruffs out as he bared his fangs. Many others agreed at helping the female student from her impending doom.

"We need to come up with a plan then!" Ortho tells the group of fired-up teens. "How about we start talking with them? We can throw a party! I bet that the ghosts will definitely let (Y/N) go if we just explain the situation."

The young Al-Asim heir suggested to his fellow peers. Rook nods, agreeing with his classmates. "A truly splendid idea, Roi d'or." A slim smile crepts on Rooks lips, "though..." The huntsman drawls out, his eyes turn a bit narrow.

"Do you think you'll be able to persuade a groom who has been searching for his bride for so long?" Rook crossed his arms over his chest as he continues on. His voice hinting with amusement. "If I was in his place, I'd never let my beloved go."

Leona growls, "so our only option is to just beat those ghost into submission." Vil scoffed at Leona and his idea. "Have you forgotten that we all ran all the way out here because we couldn't do just that." The male model said sassily with a frown gracing his painted lips. "No matter what we did, we couldn't defeat all those ghosts."

The headmaster starts to speak, "they are truly a infuriating opponent to take on. We should avoid confrontation as much as possible." Lilia starts to ponder as Crowley squawked about. "Lord Sam is well versed in the ways of ghosts and things of a spiritual nature. Shall we go see what he has to say on the matter?"

"Lord Sam... Do you mean Sam from the student store?" Deuce questioned the old fae. Lilia hums, "I was acquainted with his great grandfather." Cater starts to laugh dryly. "I still can't tell when you're joking or when your being serious... Lilia."

"Then we must make haste to the student store!" The headmaster yells as he and the others rush to Sam's shop. As soon as the shop door closed, Sam greets them. "Yo, headmaster and little demons. Whay could you be looking for that brought you all here?"

Sam chuckles and shakes his head. "Kidding! I know you're looking for something to deal with that ghost groom, right?" Sam told the group of teens and headmaster. Riddle is perplexed by Sam and his words. "This speeds things up but it sounds like you knew we would end up here."

Sam starts to laugh once more. "My friends on the other side bring me all kinds of info." Soon Sam's voice quickly turns less cheerful. "But things are getting really dicey. Ghost are tied to this world by a really powerful "lingering attachment".

Sam explained more in depth on what he meant. How they still come back because of the "attachment". "And as long is it remains, they'll keep comin' back." Grim felt realization struck him like lightning. "That's why the ghost of Ramshackle keep coming back!"

"Bingo! Precisely. That's why ghosts are so hard to handle." Ortho asked how they can save (Y/N), saying there was no such item like that to get rid of the ghost permanently. Sam grins and says, "IN STOCK NOW!" Azul looks at Sam selection while Leona tsks.

"Groom and brides are especially quick to meet tragedy. So they turn into ghosts all the time." Sam then holds up a item, "to get rid of a ghost groom. You need the "ring of severance." Slide this ring onto the host's left finger while saying "I shall love you till death do us part." And it will forcibly send him to the other side."

"How could (Y/N) give this to him? She's not even here!" Vil said as he picks up the small ring. Crowley gasped as he remembers something about the ghost groom. "Hold on a moment, the ghost groom was a boy who loved a challenge."

"So if one of you asked for (Y/N)'s hand. He'll see it as a duel for her hand in marriage, you don't have to win. But you must be able to give her the ring and tell her what to say." Lilia giggles at the crows plan. "It'll be fun to watch the drama unfold by stealing someone's bride."

"We shall call this plan... "Operation, Lovely Bride To Never Be!"" The headmaster said confidently, "it's a bit long for a name." Ace mutters under his breath. "Now I must decide on who the grooms will be for his plan." Crowley exclaimed as the male students to crowd and shout. "I'll do it!" "Let me do it!" "As if!"

The headmaster started to sweat with nervousness stirring in him. The gleaming eyes of the students were scaring him! It was almost as if each student was ready to take a role as a groom by ANY means necessary. Which it seemed like the students were readying themselves for.

"Alright alright! Will do a vote! I will write down all of your names and put them in my hat. I'll choose four grooms for this operation. So that means four names will be drawn." Mr. Crowley says with a exasperated look on his face.

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(Y/N) sat in the far corner of the "fitting room." She held a blank expression as she looks at herself. She wore a beautiful wedding (gown/suit/ect) as her hair was spruced up and was placed into a (loose/ponytail/ect). A (white/gold/silver) tiara with a veil attached to it was on her head. (Y/N) wanted to rip the thing off her, but then the ghost would force the item back onto her head again.

Sighing and cursing under her breath. (Y/N) felt queasy, or maybe it was because she hadn't ate anything yet. This was all happening so fast! (Y/N) did not want to be married to this ghost groom. She hoped that her friends would find a way to get too her before the wedding started.

"Bleh..." The female utters as she looks at her bare feet. A knock was heard on the door as a soft "coming in" was heard. A slim ghost that wore a white suite appears in front of her. He was the nanny of the ghost groom.

"Come, my dear lady. Your fiance is waiting, he needs your help with decorations and would like your words on it." (Y/N) felt herself become stiff, but agrees. Playing along was her better chance of escaping her "wedding". "Of course," (Y/N) said politely as she walks with nanny ghost.

The two reach the cafeteria, now transformed with pretty decorations and tombstones. Along with dark blue flowers and white sheets cover each table. The nanny smiles at his prince with nostalgia. "It seems like only yesterday you were a small child. Trying to find follow your dream and find your dear princess. A dream you lost long ago with your life as well. What a cruel twist of fate." The nanny said as his voice started to crack.

"If only I had arrived at your room faster, I could of helped you escape..." The sweet prince smiles at his caretaker. "It is alright now, know need to bring up the past. Don't let all that stuff bring you down."

The young princes smile never faltered. "Besides, going through all that pain and sadness is what allowed me to meet (Y/N)!" His caretaker could feel his spirits lift at the princes words. "Oh prince Elias, you are always so courageous and strong."

(Y/N) could feel her heart cry at what she heard. She didn't know that... Breathing in a gulp of air, she slowly walks closer to the two. 'It's gonna be okay..' "You did a great job Elias." (Y/N) said as she gives him a small smile.

The ghost groom returns her smile tenfold as he looks at his bride. "My goodness, (Y/N)! You look just as beautiful as a.. Well beautiful than an' undead flower!" Elias said happily, (Y/N) giggles at his childish wording.

"Thanks." The caretaker gives the two a tender look. "You both are just perfect for one another. Prince Elias, we must get you ready before nightfall. You have to look your best for your princess."

The caretaker jests as he pushes the prince out of the cafeteria. "Wha- but I wanted to-!" "No sir, you must get ready. *Sigh* your still a stubborn little boy too." Elias waves at (Y/N), "I shall see you soon, my love!"

Once the two were gone, the ghost soldiers take (Y/N) back to the dressing room. Before the door closed, (Y/N) asks them something. "Can I please have something to eat? I haven't ate in a few hours."

To be continued...

(Okay, part three was supposed to be the end of the series. But that didn't happen, so I'll do my best to make sure part four is the last installment. I really wanna get to work for the Halloween event for Twst and a bunch of other stories I wanna put on this account! But I have to wait until I finish part four. Thanks for reading!)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #nrc #ghost marriage #ghost marriage event #Riddle Roseheart x reader #Ace Trappola x reader #Epel Felmier x reader #Rook Hunt x reader

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sp00kworm · 3 years

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Under the Old Oak (The Lord of Darkness x Reader)

Pairing: The Lord of Darkness x Reader

Warnings: Adult Content

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The forest was vast in the Kingdom. The Princess had her champion, even if he was not truly hers, and the realm was restored to peace and warmth. The winter, however, still arrived, though it was not as brutal as it once was. The snow was light, and the air was bitter, but no gales battered the lands. It was almost a peaceful winter. You’d spent the winter mornings breathing the cold air, wandering the woodlands in search of foxes and squirrels as you scribbled ditties into the journal. Music was perhaps the only joy you had anymore, and even Princess Lili was amused by the folk tales. The winter, however, was gone, and so spring had overtaken the trees, bursting forth bluebells heavy with flowers and delicate snowdrops which swayed in the breeze. The trees were bursting with new buds of growth, light, new green leaves bursting from curled up shells, but there was not yet enough of them to block the sun and create a canopy. You let out a breath of warm air into the cool morning and watched it drift away into the trees before you avoided a fairy circle of toadstools and tutted.

“You are mischievous and rude.” You uttered to the giggling sprites which had laid the trap on the route they knew you took every morning, “And to think I bring you cakes!” You teased as you threw your lunch muffin in the air.

The sprites gasped and darted for the muffin, their sparkly magic light glowing as they each took a sniff and a nibble at the candied fruit decorating the top, “It was a joke!” They giggled as they dragged away the muffin into their mossy homes, “Thank you!” They jeered together as crumbs fell into your hair. You brushed the mess out of your hair before continuing down the mossy path, bouncing around the poisonous toadstools and circles of stones before you reached the stream. It was shallow with the lack of rainfall yet, and you hopped along the deep-set stones, wetting your boots as you went across to reach the soggy bank on the other side. The mud slapped against your boots and you laughed as you headed towards the old oak tree. It sat away from the bank; its roots protected from the constant onslaught of water which would cause it to rot in the silty dirt. With a sigh, you tugged your scarf tighter and sat back against the mossy bed at the base, breathing in the fresh air as the stream trickled on in the background.

After a few more moments of peace, you reached for your satchel and pulled free your journal from the leather bag with your pencil. Your hand harp came out next and you undid the cloth around it to play a little tune, filling the air with a simple set of scaling notes to check the tuning of the instrument. With a twist of one string, it was into the correct range and you opened your notes to look at the new song you have been working on. It was an old ditty, something that your grandmother had sung you as a child before she passed, and you were determined to rewrite the lyrics for the new legend. The old one was a sad tale, of the darkness being born and spreading sadness throughout the land, but you figured the new tale should be something joyful, with an ending that reflected the new era of light that had been bestowed on the world.

“What have I written?” You asked yourself as you opened the page the song was scrawled on, barely able to read your own writing half of the time. With a squint, you started to pluck at the strings, softly, letting the notes gently hang in the air as you opened your mouth to hum the words quietly.

“Under the old oak tree, boughs cast shadows of dark and silt.” You swayed softly, “In the shadow sits eyes of glittering green, watching a maiden of white and snow.” The harp sung with you as you gently continued into the old verse and rolled the words around in your mouth, thinking about how to change them.

“Darkness, temptress, wanted one true love. The Maiden’s honour was not his to tempt, and hero slayed him with the sword.” A couple of sprites listened quietly in the branches over your head before glittering and dashing down into the water to pluck at the new water clovers growing in the silt. With a hum and a flourish, you continued, “The fairest maid denied his request, leaving him in shadows and dust, only for her handsome champion, to part ways when the sun rose up.”

A rabbit snuffled at your boot as you continued, “Daylight blinds her heart, when demons sit afar.” With a soft whistle you continued on, tapping your foot to the beat as you blended into a soft, harp solo and finished with a gentle smile. The rabbit sat quietly, chewing on bluebells before it twitched, its eyes wide with fright as its ears flicked. It twitched again before bolting for the trees and its warren. You jumped with fright as a fox tore past you, hot on the creature’s tail, its teeth snatching at the cotton tail of the rabbit. With a gasp you looked away as the fox caught it by the back legs and tried to ignore the scuffle as it continued into the grass and plants away from you. There was a rush of fur and you looked on sadly as the fox carted its kill past you, dripping with blood. There were squeals in the brush and you tried to take solace in the fact that the mother was feeding her new pups.

Silence stretched out as you scribbled in the notebook, singing soft lines as the air grew warmer and warmer around you, stretching past midday. A few sprites came along to sit on your harp as you continued to sing about the end of the Darkness.

“Darkness sleeps in hearts of man, cruelty and hate combined he thrives.” You whispered, “Yet light blinds and he sleeps he sleeps.”

“A beautiful ditty.” A voice rumbled from behind you, “In details, however, it is wrong.” A beautiful timbre caressed your ears, deep and filled with wisdom of a thousand ages.

You clutched your handheld harp close and looked around the clearing, “Who are you? Where are you hiding?”

“Nowhere. I do not hide. You are sat in the shadows.” The voice purred, “Here I am.”

You flinched as you peered at the long shadows of midday, “The shadows? No creature is shadow.”

“I am no creature.” It purred, “I am the shadows. I am the darkness you are sat in.” It promised, “Can you not see me?”

You looked at the floor and then peered hard at the shadows of the roots before two burning green eyes appeared in the darkness followed by a great smile, pointed fangs snapping before the smile melted away again.

“I am weak here, but I listened to your song. I heard you speak of me, sweetest thing.” The green eyes burned as they watched you.

“Why are you listening?” You asked, fear clutching at your heart, “I’m singing a song of what happened.”

“And your song is beautiful. You speak of the Darkness. I am he.” The Darkness purred as though his mouth was pressed to your ear.

“The Darkness is dead and gone. He was destroyed.” You whispered to the green eyes, “Everyone knows he is dead.”

“Dead?” The creature laughed, “Darkness cannot die, for the folly of man is where I reside. Every human is cruel and foul, and so I will never see an end.” He promised with another hiss, the teeth snapping in the shadows and disappearing once again as he moved along the shadowed roots, peering out from another hole.

“Are you here to goad me…Am I to face the pits of your foul home?” Resolve held your words together as you peered into his burning eyes.

A great, deep chuckle resounded in your ears, and you felt the exhale against the hairs on the back of your neck. He laughed again at your shivering.

“Do you think me a liar? I have told you. I heard your song and came here to listen closer.” A black talon peaked from the shadow before curling back into the darkness.

“Isn’t lying your speciality, oh Lord of Sin.” You spat as you took a step back towards the sunlight.

“Lying? It is a sin, but I do not lie. Witches have pacts with me, I do not lie to them about power. I did not lie to the oh so fair maiden in your tale. She was to be mine. If she did that, she would have been a Queen.” He hissed from the shadows, “Do not twist my words, mortal. I too was lied to in that story.”

“Did you not deserve it? You corrupt the innocent and wanted permanent darkness and death. Those are hardly good things.” You took another step towards the light and the Darkness hissed at you with scorn.

“Think of another tale to sing. Your telling of mine is foul.” The eyes receded back into the shadowed roots before glowing, then disappearing, as the creature closed his eyes. There was silence. You rushed into the sunlight and peered around the clearing as you tried to catch a glimpse of the green eyes burning in the shadows. You rushed back for your harp and bag before making sure to run into the trees and back towards the town.

It got warmer as the week progressed, the leaves on the trees were beginning to unfurl properly and soak up the warming rays of the new sun. After a week you dared to enter the woods again, taking the same path you always did, jumping toadstools until you reached the base of the sprites’ tree.

“I brought you a biscuit.” You offered up into the branches, “They’re lavender and honey, you said you all liked that last time.”

The sprites chittered before taking the biscuit from your fingers and letting crumbs fall into your hair. You brushed at the crumbs and smiled.

“Have you felt anything weird lately?” You asked, “Anything untoward?”

The sprites paused in their eating to look at you confusedly, their little pointed faces confused, “We sense all manner of things. Black and white, light and dark. All are normal in our woods.” One sang before another grinned and tugged at your ear, “White as the unicorn, black as pitch. All is the same to the Fae.” She giggled and the rest sang a soft little rhyme about the fox and the hare.

“You’re all so useless sometimes.” You sighed.

The sprites paused in their dances, “We told you the answer. No lies we speak.” They sang again as they took the food and disappeared back into the moss and birdhouses.

You huffed at the branches, “Useless Fae and their riddles.” You kicked a pebble into the small stream as you slowly moved across the steppingstones.

The water had made new pond weed and sludge grow over the steps and you yelped as your boot slipped and landed in the stream, filling with icy cold water.

“Oh, by the Gods!” You cursed as you hopped along the rest of the stones. When you reached the bank, you hopped a little further, into the dryer dirt before standing on a great pile of moss and upturning your boot. Water splatted onto the dirt and you huffed again as you hopped to the oak and tucked your boot against the trunk along with your other, hoping the warmer air would dry the inside of it.

As usual, you opened your bag and plucked your hand harp from inside the fold, unwrapping the cloth from it carefully before listening to its gentle noise. The soft plucking of the strings rose up into the canopy and you smiled at the noise you had always loved. Your grandmother was the finest harpist you had ever met, and you wished you had her level of skill as you plucked at the notes for the song she had first sung to you as a babe.

“Darkness see the Light, on the break of day. Season turn cold to warm, with her never ending sway. Once the dawn doth break, the dreams are chased away. Darkness see the Light, on the break of day…” You hummed softly, plucking in a gentle cadence as the sunlight worked through the new green leaves, dappling across your face. Soaking in the glow, you let the song die on your lips as the birds sang high above, hidden in the mass of leaves from predators and prying eyes.

“Such a wonderous song.” A dark voice rang out from behind you. Once more, you startled and peered into the roots beneath the giant tree, “Sweet thing, have you come to sing for me again?” The Darkness purred from the depths, his green, burning eyes morphing into the burning orange flames of fire, “Or do you sing of me again to tarnish my name?” He teased as he raised a single claw before curling it back into the shadows, begging for you to come closer.

Fear curled along your spine, “I don’t sing for anyone. I sing for myself.” You promised as you turned on the moss to see the eyes burning into your skin, looking as though into your soul, “I would not sing of you if it were not the song’s lyrics. I have to play this for the town festival.” The confession ran like water and you covered your mouth with a gasp.

“Lies cannot be spoken to me.” The Darkness chortled, “Your songs are tales. Beautifully woven to enchant even the deafest of ears.” He complimented, “I would like to hear another, if you would be so kind?”

“Why should I play for you?” You asked, spitefully, “You almost ruined the world.”

The Darkness laughed again, “Ruined? I merely changed the order. There is balance in the light and dark, and one day that balance will be mine to destroy. The shadows will have their time once again. It is the order of things.” He observed mildly as you held your hand harp closely, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

“Would you destroy everything to have it?” You asked, curiosity burning away at the anxiety in your gut.

The Darkness hummed, “Perhaps. But perhaps it would be best to turn the humans to my own side.” He grinned, as though a new nefarious plan was forming in his mind, white teeth glittering in the roots of the tree before he spoke again, “Play for me little harpist. One more song, I beg of you. The sound is like nothing I have below.”

“And what is it you have below, Darkness.” You asked as you opened your book.

His smile faded, “Screams and bellows. The sound of the foulest torture. There is some music in my power, but it is not that of…” His mouth moved before he spat the word, “Innocence…or purity. There is little joy in it.”

“You do not lie…do you?” You whispered as the eyes burned.

“Why would I lie about such things?” He spat, “Sing for me, please. Play a song.” There was tiredness in his voice as his mouth disappeared into the blackness of the shadows and dirt.

“I can sing for you.” You nodded gently and sat before the shadowed roots, ignoring the burning orange gaze as you remembered the next line of the song.

“Behold the singing song bird, watch the bubbling stream. Before the dawn breaks, naught can be seen. Dreams of sorrows past, chased by the burning light. No more will they bother you, despite the aching blight. Darkness see the Light, on the break of day.”

The Darkness’ eyes lowered with the song, his gaze low and tired as his claws slid back into the roots, disappearing into the dark chasm of his own shadows.

Your voice came to an end, and you opened your eyes not to see the Lord of Darkness nor his gaze. There was silence as the leaves rustled over your head, flapping against one another as you sat, staring into the roots, wondering where the creature had disappeared to during your tale.

A groggy noise of discontent sounded, “Why did you stop singing, song bird?” He asked, a single eye peering out from the shadows.

With a smile you chuckled, “I thought you had fallen asleep.”

The Darkness smiled, fangs exposed as he laughed, “I was close. Your music is gentle, like a Mother’s song to a babe.” He complimented, “You surely sing for the court?” He asked.

A blush graced your cheeks, “No, I sing for myself.” You reaffirmed, “One day I will maybe share my songs with the world…but not for now.”

The Darkness watched you for a moment, “I could make it happen.” He tempted softly, “There would be no one that didn’t know your name.”

“I won’t fall for your temptation.” You huffed, “I would rather sing and make the children happy than be forced to entertain the King and his finicky court.”

“Then perhaps a world without a King is what you truly desire?” He asked with another purr.

“Don’t twist my words against me. I want nothing from you.” You told him as you laid your harp back in your bag.

The Darkness opened his other eye, “Nothing? After such a graceful performance…” He tutted to himself before he twisted a finger into the dirt and you watched your boots wiggle, as though there were invisible feet within them, “Consider this a small token.”

You watched as your boots marched their way over, under the influence of some sort of magic, before jumping and landing in your lap, cosy, lined with rich fur and utterly bone dry. They shined bright with wax polish and smelled as though they were new.

“I…” You stuttered, “I can’t accept these. They’re made for royalty.” You brushed the fur inside.

“Take them. It is payment for your music and for your craft. Wear them well, little bird.” He purred before you watched his eyes grow tired again, the orange turning green and disappearing into the roots randomly before he hummed and disappeared entirely, “I will see you again.”

“Yes…See you next time.” You whispered as the roots twisted and knotted back into place, the Oak hiding where the creature had once been beneath it, “Maybe I’ll have something new for you.” You pulled on the heavy boots and smiled at the warmth and the fit before rushing back over the stream.

You jumped from the rocks and smiled as you looked back into the trees. The sprites bolted from their homes.

“Darkness clings and darkness takes hold.” They whispered in your ears, hidden along your coat collar, “Temptation is the beginning of sin.” They rushed before ripping through your hair, “Careful little one. Darkness tempts in other ways.”

“What do you mean?” You asked but they disappeared up into their homes, leaving glittering dust behind them. You looked up and listened to the silence of the birds before rushing to make your way home before the darkness decided to set in. The sprites cowered in their moss homes as the night rolled in that night, and the wolves howled beneath their trees.

“Does the bird’s song ever wake you?” The Darkness asked from his shadowed hole, his eyes watching your fingers move over the harp, “You only come to sing as the Sun raises to its highest point.” He observed, “Does someone else occupy your time?” He asked with a hiss.

“No.” You plucked a string particularly forcefully, “I’m busy in the mornings.” You confessed, “I have to cook and clean for myself now.” You felt tears well in your eyes.

“What troubles you?” The Darkness asked, the tips of his claws peaking from the roots.

“My Mother passed.” You confessed, “She was all I had left.” You whispered and the Darkness reached out before recoiling from the sunlight with a howl, forgetting himself as his eyes flared with anger.

“Does her passing not anger you. Such sorrow is ill-fitting. I have heard your song in the night.” There was a flicker of something in the shadows, “Can I not offer you some solace, bird?”

“I want nothing of your tricks, Darkness.” You spat, “I want to remember her in her chair, not as a walking corpse.”

The Darkness recoiled at your spite, “I offer no such thing…Only my company. If you would have it?”

You did not keep your shock to yourself, “Truly? You won’t trick me and drag me away into your hellhole?”

He laughed, “No, sweet thing. Where would the fun in that be?” The creature teased before tugging at your bag, “Sing your sorrows. Soon, your heart will not feel the pain anymore.”

You took hold of your bag and took out your hand harp, tightening one string with a watery smile before you sung late into the afternoon, beginning the process of healing your own heart.

“Will you stay a little longer?” The Darkness asked as the sun reached to dip below the horizon. You’d been visiting for so long that you couldn’t remember the time before you did. Your days creating were much more fun with someone to critique your lyrics.

“It will be night-time soon.” You muttered over the rain which pattered against the Oak’s leaves. You were protected underneath it’s canopy, huddled in your fur, your boots tucked against you as you looked out at the rain. The stream bubbled with fresh new water, rushing harshly against the rocks.

“Night is just the day without light. What troubles you so that you cannot walk in it? There is nothing to harm you in these woods.” He offered, eyes flickering with green jealousy.

“There are wolves and mean sprites at night. Even forgetting that, I can’t find my way back without being able to see where I’m putting my feet.” You joked as the Darkness’ fingers tested the space outside of the roots, his claws curling into his own palm.

“Wolves are not after prey such as you.” The Darkness rebuked, “If I were here, no evil is greater than I. We would be alone, to enjoy the silence.”

You noted the whimsical tone of his statement, “Alone?” You asked gently, “Alone to do what? I have no songs about the night.”

He did not miss the joke, “All I would ask is that you sit, and talk with me.”

The rain hissed as it poured against the trees and greenery. You were both quiet for a moment as you digested his request.

“Perhaps not tonight.” You replied, “I…”

“I do not need an explanation.” The Darkness’ tone was harsh, “I understand that your kindness does not go that far.”

“This is not a kindness. I do not pity you.” Taking a handful of leaves, you began to peel them from their stems.

“If not pity, then why do you still come?” He asked with a snarl, his pointed teeth clenched.

Peeling another leaf apart, you wondered why you still entertained his request, “I suppose that I have come to enjoy your retched company.”

“You flatter me, harpist.” The anger seemed to dissolve from him, “Then why not come, entertain me in flesh, tonight?”

“Not tonight.” You smiled as you stood up, gathering your harp and shaking the sticks from your coat, “I heard there will be a storm soon.”

The Darkness moaned softly in the shadows, “Yes. Such a wonderous event. The fear, the agony and the unrest to the land. A time for my shadows to spread further.” He purred inside the roots before his burning gaze rested on you, “Meet me then, in the thunderstorm, I beg of you, my sweet.” His claws peered from the shadow before receding.

The taste of blood covered your tongue from biting your cheek, “When?”

“The day after next.” He whispered as you dipped your hand into the roots. The cold touch of the shadows made you shudder before there was a press of something to the back of your hand, “Wear something to dance.” The Darkness hummed before his lids grew tired and he disappeared into the roots. You jumped and took your hand back as the oak tree groaned and moved back its old roots, hiding the opening once more.

Thunder crashed for most of the next day before the real storm swirled over the land, black clouds twisting in on one another, rolling and spewing torrents of hammering rain. Wind blew down the mountainside for most of the morning. Carefully you chose and outfit in the afternoon, shuddering as the rain bounced off your windows, twirling in the fine silks and singing with the harp clutched in your hand about angering the mother of the skies. You watched the sun set as you ate, spooning your food into your mouth as fast as you could manage before you stole away into your room to grab at the large coat. The rain lightening as you stepped outside, your harp protected in your bag from the torrents. With a smile, you bounced into the woodlands from the cottage’s backdoor, mouth open wide as you sung once more.

“Rain and wind, thunder and howl, across ye plains. Birth of life, green and root, into the soil ‘gain. As the sun sleeps, douse the land, with water o’plenty. Watch and wait for Mother to sing, about when the larder was empty.” You sang as you rushed into the woods, listening in fear for the wolves as the rain slowed to a drizzle. Your hood flew from your head as you rushed beneath and over the homes of many animals, hunkered down away from the foul weather.

Suddenly, you were laughing, twirling into the stream as the rain soaked your hair and the water filled your pumps. A great thunderous crash made you face the sky, looking into the clouds as blue electricity singed across their surface. Another crash was accompanied with a flash of light and you grinned at the power of it before jumping from the stream and throwing your coat off, the silks attached to your shoulders flaring as you plucked your harp from your bag and played over the rain and thunder, spinning in the moss beneath the Old Oak.

“Sweet harpist.” The Darkness purred and you opened your eyes as black silk and cloth rippled in front of the tree, the roots closing with a groan of upset behind his giant figure. The clothing covering him draped over his giant, ebony horns, falling in waves that rippled with the wind. You peered into the hood and saw his orange eyes. His eyes watched you, panting, sodden with the rain falling from the sky. His clawed hand reached from within the cloth covering and you span from his reach with a gentle pluck of your harp.

“You tease me.” He offered before another thunderous crash sounded, along with his laughter. The cape hood and cape around him billowed again in the wind, the encrusted jewels clinking, and you looked to see as the silk around his arms in two cuffs ripple gently. His form was interchangeable, and you watched him float before two cloven hooves thudded to the ground from beneath the bottom seam of the cloth.

“Are you going to dance with me, my lord?” You asked as you span to play your harp away in your bag, thrown beneath the tree.

The Darkness nodded from within the hood and offered his red, clawed hands once more, “Let us celebrate this night.” He rumbled; his voice distorted as the thunder rumbled again overhead.

In his palms, your hands were dwarfed by his own, and you held onto them tightly as the Darkness drew you in closer to him, his silks blending with your own before he led you around in a small circle, one arm outstretched and the other placed at your hip. The cadence of the rain grew louder and louder as you both twirled past the oak tree and through the woodlands, trampling flowers and brambles as you span around in each other’s embrace. Rain soaked you as you laughed and ducked beneath his arms, and the Darkness howled with laughter as the thunder crashed and boomed overhead. A lightning flash revealed his red face, sharp, angular, and long with a mouth of white teeth, his incisors long and sharp. He leaned over and you reached to catch his face, pausing your dance in a great meadow which was soiled and boggy with water. Gently, you took hold of his cheeks, running your wet thumbs over his boiling skin. His hooves sunk in the mud as he leaned closer to you, staring into your eyes as the rain dripped from his great horns.

“I suppose you think me a monster?” He asked as the thunder rolled above you both, drowning his bitter laughter from your ears.

“You’re the Darkness. You are not man nor monster.” You whispered close to his lips, “You are balance and sin.” It seemed like your tongue was loosened, “The sprites warned me…about temptation but you have given me nothing but comfort. There has been no agony, only laughter.” You reached to his pointed ears and closed your eyes as the rain rushed over you both.

The Darkness raised his great cloak and shielded you both from the downpour as his lips pressed against your own. It was gentle at first, hot and intimate, before his teeth nipped at your lower lip and his pointed tongue pressed into your mouth, hot against the coldness of your own mouth from standing in the rain. The Darkness wrapped you tighter beneath his cloth, the silk brushing your damp skin as one large hand cupped your face, his thumb tipping your head higher, and his other skated down your chest before cupping the small of your back.

The kiss was long and passionate, filled with the decadence of the night, some things that the light simply could not offer to you. He pulled himself away from your lips, leaving you gasping for air as you recovered, wrapped in his great cloak.

“I feel…many things, when I am with you, little one.” The Darkness confessed into the folds of his cloak, his eyes looking into your own, meeting them with a confidence you had never seen before in an courter, “I would make you my ruler.” He confessed as he pressed your hand to his hot chest, underneath the cloth.

You looked up at him as rain dripped from his horns and over your own face, dripping down the bridge of your nose in speedy tracks, “I don’t want to be a master.”

“Then play for me, for all time. Play music and inspire my name into those once more.” He begged softly, clutching your hands before he hissed, the thunder crashing overhead once more.

“Can we be together?” You asked in a whisper, fear making your fingers tremble.

“For eternity.” He promised, “Beyond and after the ends of time. Sing songs of Darkness and Love for me.”

“Eternity…”

There was another rumble, and you took his hands again, before the lightning struck a tree in the distance sending fire and wood exploding into the sky. His hood disappeared with a gale of wind before the cloth and silk wrapped around you once more and the Darkness hefted you into his arms, bleeding black with shadows and darkness as the storm and its plight fed him power. You leaned back in awe of the sky, rain burning your eyes as the clouds rolled above you. A great growl sounded from your lover’s chest before he laid you back against a great stone tablet, made for the harvest ceremonies of the fae. Your back met the stone gently before the silks slapped and stuck to the rock and you moved backwards as a furred leg rested against the edge. Red and black merged on his skin as he took hold of the silk and pulled you to the lip of the table, his eyes hungry for a taste of you.

“Can we do this here?” You asked, breath escaping you as his huge form covered you, the black material shielding you from the rain as he stole another deep kiss.

“Yes. Anywhere. Whenever. I adore you.” He heaved as he pulled away, his words heavy in the air as he leaned back to tear as your clothing, exposing perfection to his gaze, “You are temptation.” He uttered with another heavy groan as lightning struck the earth again, “Glorious Sin.” He moaned as his tongue laved at your neck, tasting the flesh, “Surely this is what innocence tastes of. Purity and…” The Darkness broke off into another guttural moan as he kissed down your chest, pressing his tongue to your nipples, enjoying them as they hardened into sharp peaks. His hot breath pebbled your cold skin and he moved over your stomach, squeezing, and enjoying himself as he reached the dip of your hips. His tongue dipped to wrap around you, and you writhed against the table as rain crashed against the hillside.

#legend 1985 #darkness x reader #the lord of darkness x reader #the lord of darkness #the darkness #darkness #legend #reader insert #demon x reader #monster x reader #devil x reader #gender neutral reader #monster boyfriend #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #monster bf #monster x human

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ohmygodtheywereparabatai · 3 years

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A piece for LuZhao ~

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“My aunt Ursa loves this play to pieces.”

He hopped down from the edge of the stage, easing some anxiety that he would slip off and Zhao wouldn’t leap out in time - though the prince didn’t know it. “She goes on and on, until Azula gags and runs out at the lovey-dovey scenes, and Zuko’s head falls into my lap. I’d stay still so he could sleep, and sit through the rest.”

“Sad.” He stared at the darkened lanterns, the sun sinking overheard. “Sounds like you envied the princess.”

“Oh, no.” The royal dug into velvety sand with his bare feet, smiling, “I loved her stories most of all.”

The crowd had deserted a performance met with flowers and encore, and Lu Ten had slipped through the back door, jumped him with a bright mask strung with feathers. Zhao’s heart had nearly stopped - not when he scared him, but when he tugged off the band and threw back his head, laughter overflowing from deep in his belly, his father’s laugh. When Lu Ten’s eyes lowered to Zhao again, he’d gone white, and he was speechless. Though the prince didn’t know it.

“Pff, no way.” He followed him when he took the steps onto stage left. “You? But you’re a soldier. What’s there to like in something so... sappy? It’s a waste of time.”

“On the contrary, friend, it’s a gift.” Lu Ten skimmed the wooden boards as they creaked underfoot, retracing the performers’ exact positions, dust flying with each sweeping step. He was careful to maneuver around strewn flowers. Zhao crushed the cool petals freely, releasing their aroma on occasion, until he noticed Lu Ten’s hesitance and did the same. “Here-” He looked up just as a mask was shoved into his hands. The fanged red one, with a feathery tuft to cap the actor’s head. Zhao crinkled his nose, sensing the rest of his plan. “... No.”

“Come on! You don’t think being a soldier and being an actor ever intersect? Don’t you know fighting and performing take quick thinking, light feet, a heart full of hope?” Lu Ten struggled to disguise a handful of blue streamers under his robe, then gripped Zhao’s hand in his own. The older boy barely found the voice to cry out before faux orange flames slithered down his sleeve, and he shivered - his cheeks went hot. “Lu...!”

“Think of a girl! Think of the cutest girl you’ve ever seen.”

“I-”

Lu Ten popped the band around his ears, settling a blue demon’s tusked face on top of his own. “Now I’ve caught her! She’s my prisoner in the underworld, and she’ll be mine forever! You, the brave Dragon Emperor, must decide your fate and hers. Is destiny your friend today - or is it your doom?”

“Shouldn’t you be the-”

And the prince flew forwards - Zhao, just reaching to itch at the feathers clumped under his ear, staggered back and threw out his arm. Paper ribbons flew wide, his heels instinctively diving around flowers to avoid trampling them.

Ohh, Agni. He caught his balance, bubbled with enthusiasm gleaned from literal years spent absorbing Lu Ten’s every word. “You’re a bigger fool than you are a god, wretched spirit. Don’t you know you only pull the tides because they recoil from your touch?” Their footsteps thumped on the floorboards, displaced air rustling the tied lanterns. “Don’t you know the moon wanes at the hideous sight of you because she turns her face away? Or are you as blind as her to the truth?” Zhao exhausted the ammunition left, red streamers colliding with blue and rolling out over the stage. “There is no damsel!” He cried triumphantly. “You failed to find whom I truly gave my heart to.”

Lu Ten leapt for him, shouts and winded breaths mingling as they pinwheeled to a stop. “Ohoho...” Were they breaking character? Was this in character? Abort, abort! Lu Ten cracked a grin behind the mask, though Zhao didn’t know it. “I never guessed you were so well versed, Mister Stage Fright.” An arm gently pinned his throat. “Speak! Who is she, then? One more prisoner should sate my lonely company. More so than yours, Noren.”

“The... the lonelier company is mine, always.” His eyes glittered, peeling the band loose. The red dragon’s face rattled aside. “I knew immortality when I knew love. You, of all champions sent to slay me, only fuel my true form... So I ask, if I must die at your hands, to see yours. Just once.” His hand rose, curled, uncertain, fingertips drawn to the ingrained lines in Lu Ten’s mask. Zhao was driven by their adrenaline, assured by the single shield of anonymity between them. When that too fell away with a swipe of Lu Ten’s thumb, he paled; all words shirked his throat.

Your true form.

“I...” Zhao shot a wild look around. “I thought we were- I thought you were, er, the mortal girl. The Dragon Empress, right? It’s dark out, so I couldn’t tell-”

A chuckle interrupted the whistle of his breath. “... I guess I wore the wrong mask.” Though, this once, the prince knew better.

“Yeah... just a misunderstanding. You get it, don’t y-”

He shut him up, the sunset converging on the horizon with the moment the world ebbed away. The taste resembled sea salt, tea leaves, earth and warmth.

#part one of i try to kick writing block’s ass #half the edit is somewhat serious and then half is just CRACK and you kno what THAT’S JUST THEIR VIBE #‘to the moon and never back’ because zhao YEETS IT LIKE A FOOL #sideburns are a war crime #luzhao #zhao #lu ten #your local clown writes!#i had deep thoughts about zhao dying at the literal water spirit’s hands and zuko finally drowning the mask at lake laogai buuuut #nope! happy times only. theater nerds speaking incomprehensible geek babble

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grelleswife · 3 years

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Hannamey Headcanons

@bapydemonprincess requested some Hannamey headcanons for an OTP ask meme; my answers are included below!

I'm assuming that we're in a more auspicious version of the Season 2 verse where O!Ciel wins and stays human, although Alois eventually dies and leaves Hannah free to pursue her love in peace.

Pre-relationship

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Mey experienced a full bi panic when she first laid eyes on Hannah in that seductive black dress. The maid didn't recognize her feelings at the time, but she had a crush. Although Hannah didn't show it, the comely young maid caught her eye straightaway. The demonness was quietly amused by how taken Mey Rin was with her; Hannah knows exactly what kind of effect she tends to have on the sapphics >:3. Due to her devilish instincts, she sensed that Mey had a tragic past, and that she'd sent many souls to an early grave (the act of killing tends to "mark" the spirit in ways some demons can perceive), which piqued her curiosity. 4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Mey Rin! She tends to fall fast and hard in romantic relationships. As a demon, Hannah took longer to acknowledge her growing attraction for the maid as something other than carnal desire. 5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Both of them did, to an extent. Mey Rin was distraught because she knew she shouldn't harbor romantic feelings for someone who served an enemy of young master, while Hannah, after becoming acquainted with the pain of grief through Luka's death, was none too keen on being entangled in an intimate relationship with a human. Love could not be suppressed for long, however... >:3

General

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Sort of. Their first few trysts occurred under the cover of nightfall, in the woods near the Phantomhive manor. That way, Mey Rin wouldn't have to risk a visit to the Trancy estate, and Hannah was sufficiently far away from the grounds to avoid Sebastian detecting her. However, their first proper date took place when the Phantomhive servants went on a trip to London. Mey Rin split off from the rest of the group to have a rendezvous with Hannah at a little cafe. They both started off a bit awkwardly (Mey was a bundle of nerves and Hannah felt uncharacteristically shy), but once the conversation got going, the bubbly, smiling maid of Phantomhive soon drew Hannah out of her shell. The demonness bought Mey a plateful of the tastiest pastries on the menu; of course, Hannah didn't eat or drink anything herself, but dear flustered Mey was too caught up in the moment to notice. When it was time for Mey to rejoin the other servants, Hannah walked her part of the way back, and the two held hands. >w< 3. What was their first kiss like?

Mey Rin bid Hannah goodbye after one of the demon's nocturnal visits, but they both lingered, neither wanting to be the first one to leave the secluded forest spot. Hannah took an indecisive step towards Mey Rin. Then she tenderly cupped the maid's face in her hands, bent down, and kissed her. When they parted, she whispered a simple "Good night" before disappearing among the trees, leaving Mey Rin red-faced and trembling. The maid dreamily stumbled through the next day, grinning and tripping on air. The demonness wore no perfume, but she smelt of petrichor, and a whiff of the earth after it rains never fails to remind Mey Rin of that first kiss. 7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

It depends. Hannah is melancholy, withdrawn, and secretive, while Mey Rin tends to be cheerful and outgoing in environments where she feels secure. However, if Mey Rin is nervous or unsure of herself, Hannah will take the lead in order to spare her lover the anxieties that come with prolonged social interactions. She'll gently pat Mey Rin's back or hold her hand to help the maid stay calm. 8. Who gets jealous easier?

Hannah. Demons jealously guard the souls they hold dear, and are very protective of their mates. If Hannah catches someone trying to make a move on her woman, she'll either wrap an arm around Mey Rin's waist and hold her close, or step between Mey and the (real or imagined) rival...giving them a deadly glare that makes the bravest heart quail. She bares her fangs and lets her demonic essence show, her long hair writhing like Medusa's serpents, until the interloper beats a hasty retreat. However, after a few conversations with Mey Rin on the subject, Hannah learns to calm down a little. 9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear?

Under normal circumstances, I don't think either of them is given to making crass remarks. Hannah prefers subtle innuendos--double entendres or inside jokes that no one but Mey Rin will understand. She'll smirk knowingly when she catches Mey Rin's longing glances at her cleavage (causing the maid to turn into a blushing, incoherent mess). Mey Rin gets a little bolder when she's tipsy; she'll climb into Hannah's lap and whisper about all the things she hopes the demon will do to her when they're alone. Shortly thereafter, Hannah finds an excuse to leave the party early with her lover so that she can make good on Mey Rin's suggestions. ;)

Love

1. Who said "I love you" first?

Mey Rin! She gave Hannah a small gift (a little embroidery piece of an owl), and when she saw how stunned the Trancy maid was at the gesture, Mey Rin blurted out, "Why do you look so surprised? You know I love you, yes I do!" She was mortified by her outburst and slapped her hands over her mouth, but Hannah just laughed and gave her a warm hug. 2. What are their primary love languages?

physical touch and acts of service, with quality time being a close second. Like most demons, Hannah views language as a tool for manipulation--in her mind, actions speak far louder than words when it comes to revealing a lover's true intentions. And since Mey Rin spent most of her childhood and young adulthood deprived of meaningful connections with others, she craves small intimacies like having the demonness brush her hair or hold her when she needs comforting. 4. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Very often! They're extremely snuggly in private. Mey loves to sit in Hannah's lap or rest her head against the demon's bosom, and Hannah dotes on her human. They have to be cautious about overt PDA in the Victorian period, but no one will look twice if two very good lady friends stroll arm-in-arm together... 8. Who's better at comforting the other?

Mey Rin is a little better at this because she's naturally warm and empathetic. However, Hannah has a quiet, reassuring presence, and she learns to tell when Mey Rin is feeling sad or vulnerable and needs a little cuddling. 10. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

As explained above, physical affection! 12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Hannah calls Mey Rin "beloved," her flower, or her little princess; Mey Rin is initially hesitant to speak so familiarly with an ancient, powerful demon, but she'll sometimes call Hannah "honey," "love," or Chinese terms of endearment.

Domestic Life

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Demons' concepts of mating bonds aren't the same as our ideas about marriage, so it never occurred to Hannah to make a formal proposal. But one day, Mey Rin wistfully confessed that she would love to be Hannah's wife, if society were more open-minded about that sort of thing. The demonness couldn't bear to see her human sad, so she used her powers to make a pretty engagement ring (amethyst set in gold) to give to Mey shortly after this conversation. If they couldn't have an official ceremony, then damn it, they'd make their own. 2. What's the wedding like? Who attends?

It's held in the Phamtomhive garden, among the roses (Sebastian and Hannah reached an uneasy truce after Alois's death), and all the Phantomhive servants attend. The triplets are also there to assist with the ceremony, strewing flower petals, carrying the ladies' wedding trains, and so on (my headcanon is that they're babey demons who serve as Hannah's subordinates). Lizzy, Sieglinde, and Ran Mao are Mey Rin's bridesmaids. Both Mey and Hannah wear beautiful dresses (pink and purple, respectively). Instead of having a religious official preside over the ceremony, the ladies exchange vows that they wrote for each other. 4. Do they have any pets?

Oh yes! Hannah sometimes takes in injured wild animals to nurse back to health, like a fox kit that got its paw stuck in a trap, or a robin that broke its wing, so they soon have a smol menagerie on their hands. 8. How do they celebrate holidays?

Mey Rin loves holidays like Halloween and the Chinese New Year, so Hannah learns about the associated customs and traditions to help her wife celebrate. For events like Halloween, they'll coordinate costumes (one year, they both dressed up as witches), and save up lots of candy to give to the local kids. Hannah uses her demon powers to add spooky touches to their home, like magical floating candles and ghostly shadows that appear in the windows when someone passes by. Mey Rin gets a huge kick out of it! 10. Who's the better cook?

Hannah. When you've existed for millenia, you pick up a few skills here and there, such as navigating your way around a kitchen. ;) She loves spoiling Mey with her favorite treats. 11. Who likes to dance?

They both do, though Hannah is usually the one to ask Mey to join her on the dance floor.

#hannamey #mey rin #hannah annafellows #hanna anafeloz #hope you like them fren! >w<

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jetsetlife138 · 4 years

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Imaginary - Chapter 8

Rating: Mature for this chapter, but Explicit in future chapters

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: A mysterious device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional human that has been cast into Hell. Pentagram City’s residents are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with different intentions. Chapter Warnings: Abuse, Kidnapping Attempt, Non-Consensual Touching Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

The walk to Valentino’s office… or… headquarters… or lair… or whatever you wanted to call it was uncomfortable at best. Angel guided you through the streets of Pentagram City, making sure to deviate from the main roads by taking back alleys and seedy shortcuts to ensure that you remained unnoticed by Hell’s residents. You were afraid to ask how he knew about the obscure alternate routes, but considering his profession, which you had learned was an adult film star who alternated as a hooker, you supposed that he would be well-versed in that sort of thing.

“Listen, toots. If anyone asks, I didn’t set this up. Got it?” the spider demon urged, hustling down the alley.

“Why would that matter?”

“Because!” he snapped, slowing down so that you could keep up with his long legs. “I don’t wanna be the one who catches shit when the little princess realizes you snuck out right from under her nose. And I especially don’t wanna take the blame when Smiles discovers you’re gone.”

“What difference does it make if Alastor finds out?” you asked, perplexed. “I mean, I can understand Charlie. She’s giving you free housing, and you’re already on thin ice with Vaggie, but Alastor doesn’t have anything to do with you being there.”

He cackled maliciously. “Babe, you really are too much. Whether you wanna admit it or not, Smiles is obsessed with you. If he finds out that I took you to Big Vee, someone he’s not too fond of, I might add, he’ll probably eat me - and not in the way I’d like him to,” he added, grinning salaciously.

Much to your horror, you then began approaching a building with the words Porn Studios plastered on the front in bright red letters.

“Val… works in the porn industry?” you inquired, a hint of contempt in your voice.

“It’s a thriving business, baby. If you were looking for a ‘respectable’ establishment, you ain’t gonna find one a those in Hell. Get used to it.”

The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Valentino ran Hell’s gritty underbelly, and if he was in charge of the porn and prostitution industries, surely he was in a place of power.

When you reached the empty lobby inside, Angel motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs. “I’ll go an’ let him know you’re here. Sit tight.”

The moment he disappeared through one of the doors, a slight sense of dread fell over you, causing you to stir uncomfortably in your seat. Wringing your hands nervously, your thoughts began to wander. Did you just make a huge mistake? Should you have put your trust in Angel? Why didn’t anyone else mention Valentino as a trusted source before?

It was too much. You shouldn’t have gone there. A feeling in your gut was telling you to run and avoid this place at all costs.

Just as you had gotten up to leave, Angel came back through the doors. “He’s ready for you, toots. Come on back.”

“Angel… I--” you started to protest before he cut you off.

“You wanted answers, didn’t chya? He’s not known for his patience, babe. Come on, let’s go.”

Against your better judgement, you followed him back, swallowing thickly and trying to keep your nerves steady.

As you approached a large wooden door, Angel knocked twice before holding the door open for you. Hesitantly, you walked past him into a large office with tacky decor. Risque pictures lined the dark purple walls and a giant furry pink couch sat in the corner. Beneath your feet was a zebra-skin rug, which you were sure had been an inhabitant of Hell at one point.

At the very end of the room was a large and intimidating desk with a tall chair behind it that was faced away from you. Once you were just a few feet away, the chair swiveled, revealing a red-eyed demon adorned with a fancy flush coat and heart-shaped glasses. His outfit made him seem much less sinister than you were sure he probably was.

“Well, what do we have here?” he hissed, cracking a fanged smile. “Angie, when you told me that you were bringing me a living human, you didn’t say that she’d be so… delicious.”

Angel chuckled awkwardly, brushing past you to stand closer to Valentino.

“Don’t be shy, sugar. Come a little closer to Daddy and let me get a good look at you.”

Struggling to hide your grimace, you took a few more steps forward. Feeling his eyes scanning your form, you crossed your arms defensively, as if trying to physically hold yourself together.

The demon hummed thoughtfully before he stood up from his chair, gliding smoothly around his desk before he stopped directly in front of you.

Holy shit. He was tall. Even taller than Angel.

Pursing his lips, he circled you, inspecting you like a vulture honing in on its prey. Eventually, he stopped in front of you before demanding, “Sit still for me, sugar.”

He then placed a large hand over your chest, not in a sexual way, but as if he was trying to feel your heartbeat. Closing his eyes for a moment, you felt a strange tingling sensation where his hand was only briefly before he pulled it away with a smile plastered on his face.

Stepping away from you, he leaned back on his desk in a casual position before addressing you. “So, my little worker bee here tells me that you’re looking for some insight. That right?”

Unable to speak, you nodded your head.

“Walk me through what happened. Give Daddy all the intricate little details, baby. Don’t leave anything out.”

You wrinkled your nose as his use of the word daddy. It was incredibly off putting and didn’t at all appeal to you, but you went along with it anyway.

Clearing your throat, you started to speak, your voice shaking. “W-well… I-I was out shopping with my friends, and I saw a television that was a few decades old… probably from the seventies, at least. The remote control was next to the t.v. I picked it up, turned it on, and suddenly I was thrust into this place. That’s all I can remember.”

“Hmm,” he hummed aloud, tapping his index finger on his chin. “How very peculiar.”

“Whadya thinkin’, Val?” Angel Dust pressed, just as intrigued.

“Angie, baby… why don’t you run and get Vox. I’m sure he’d be interested to hear this little human’s story.”

“Y-you sure, boss?” Angel asked, hesitating.

Valentino narrowed his eyes at the spider. “Are you really going to waste my time with stupid questions?”

“But… you said this would be discreet-”

SLAP

You winced as Valentino backhanded Angel Dust, causing the spider to stumble back, holding his now tender cheek with a shocked expression on his face.

“Remember your place and do as you’re fucking told,” the demon snarled, baring his teeth at his inferior. “Now.”

Frowning, Angel Dust gave you a subtly apologetic glance before sauntering out of the room, leaving you alone with the pimp.

Even though you were genuinely upset at how Valentino treated Angel, you couldn’t bring yourself to act on your anger. When you had lost your cool with Lucifer, it was different because you were surrounded by Charlie and Alastor and you had the luxury of voicing your outrage, as foolish as it may have been. In your current predicament, however, you were utterly alone and at the mercy of Valentino. Clearly, you were out of your league.

“Um,” you stammered, practically trembling where you stood and wanting to ease the quiet tension. “Wh-who is Vox?”

“He’s an associate of mine,” the demon purred. “Something tells me that he’ll be able to enlighten us to your little predicament.”

“Really?” you pressed, partially intrigued, partially terrified. “Why do you say that?”

Before he could respond, another voice could be heard approaching. “Seriously, Val? You’re gonna send your whore to fetch me like I’m some kind of bitch who’s at your beck and call? You can’t just-- oh.”

The new demon froze as he entered the room and laid eyes on you. The sight of him was just as alarming to you as you had been to him. Rather than a zoomorphic creature, it was like he was a cross between a human and a television set. He was about as tall as Alastor, sporting a striped tuxedo with a black and red striped shirt underneath. His red bowtie prominently stood out in comparison to grey undershirt.

On top of his flat-screen t.v. head, he had a black top hat with sound waves etched into it. His eyes were red with one of them containing black rings around the pupil. His entire appearance was unsettling to say the least.

“And who do we have here?” Vox asked, his tone immediately changing from irritated to seductive.

You hadn’t realized that Valentino had moved next to you while you were distracted by Vox’s entrance. He entangled one of his fingers into a strand of your hair, twirling it around his lengthy digit, causing you to flinch. “This is the human that we’ve been hearing about all over the Seven Rings,” Val whispered close to your ear. “She has quite an interesting story. Why don’t you be a doll and tell my associate here what happened to you, sugar?”

Inhaling a shaky breath, you repeated your story about the television set. As you spoke, Vox’s eyes widened in shock as he exchanged glances with Valentino who had a menacing smirk on his face. As you finished your story, Vox had a similar expression to Val as he eyed you hungrily.

“Excuse us for a moment, won’t you, baby? Daddy’s gotta have a little chat,” Val snickered as he pulled Vox aside and stepped into the room adjacent to the one you were in.

You briefly wondered what had happened to Angel Dust until their whispers brought your attention back to them. Unable to stop yourself, you stepped closer to the doorway, listening in on their conversation. It was difficult to make out anything that they were saying, but you caught certain things here and there.

“...didn’t think that it would actually work! By the time I heard that there was a human…”

“...exactly what we wanted. What’s even better is that she came to us…”

“...not going to go quietly. Her little friends at that rancid hotel…”

“...just do it. We’ve waited too long for this…”

From what you had heard, you weren’t at all liking where this was going. Everything inside of you was telling you to run.

Just as you were looking for an escape, the demons came back into the room with venomous grins on their faces. “Going somewhere?” Vox asked, interpreting your actions.

“I-I need to get back. The others will be looking for me soon, and I--”

“Now, now,” Valentino cooed as he towered over you, running a finger down your arm. “You just got here. It would be rude to leave so soon.”

All of the courage that you had gathered over your time in hell had immediately dissipated. There was no way that you could overpower two demons. It was clear that you were at their mercy. “Please…” you begged, still looking for an exit. “I was just looking for a way home. I didn’t mean--”

“Don’t worry, fleshling,” Vox soothed with false sweetness as he also caressed your face, giving you unwanted chills. “We’re going to get you home. But first… we’re going to have a little fun with you.”

“W-what do you mean by fun ?” you asked, not really wanting to hear the answer, but trying to buy time until you could come up with a crafty escape.

“Oh, don’t you worry, sugar. We’re going to take good care of you,” the moth demon purred as he continued to fondle your clothes. “You’re ours now.”

“You know, I do really hate those who can’t show a little more respect to those of fairer means,” a familiar voice interrupted.

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. Never did you think that you would be so relieved to hear that eerie static-filled voice.

Valentino and Vox immediately went rigid, but kept their hands where they were on your body. “It’s rather distasteful,” the Radio Demon continued, emerging from the shadows. His eyes were radiating a crimson glow and his smile was even more malevolent than you had seen it in the past. “Like bad meat.”

The tension in the room was palpable as Alastor’s antlers seemed to lengthen in height and width. The dark circles under his eyes appeared once more and his pupils turned to dials as his teeth elongated to emphasize his already terrifying grin. “If you would, kindly remove your hands from her.”

“No one asked you to intervene, Bullwinkle,” Vox snapped, tightening his grip on your arm.

“What?” Valentino asked, suddenly distracting and quirking a brow at his cohort. “Bullwinkle is a fucking moose.”

“So what? They both have antlers,” Vox countered, shrugging. “Who fucking cares?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt what I’m sure would be a fascinating lover’s quarrel,” Alastor teased, earning a growl from the other demons, “But I really must be on my way.”

“No one’s stopping you!” Vox pointed out, baring his electric blue teeth. “But you’re not taking the fleshling with you.”

“If you refuse to relinquish the human to me, I’m afraid I’ll have to take a more aggressive approach. I’m sure no one wants that,” Alastor remarked, tilting his head mockingly, his frightening appearance still in place.

“You really want to threaten us?” Valentino questioned with a chuckle, his eyes flashing from behind his heart-shaped glasses. “We’ll annihilate you.”

“Oh, ho, ho,” Alastor laughed, straightening his monocle. “As much as I would enjoy proving you wrong, I’m afraid you’re confused. You see, I’m here to ensure that the human remains safe before she is claimed by Lucifer. He has very specific plans for her, and, as I’m sure you can imagine, he won’t be thrilled if he finds out his prized possession is being held hostage in this… fine establishment,” he sneered at the last part of his statement.

The two demons exchanged worried glances with one another, hesitating before speaking. “Lucifer wants her?” Vox pressed, eyes darting between you and his partner-in-crime.

“That’s correct,” Alastor replied, not bothering to mask the smug undertone. “I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell the King of Hell that his shiny new toy is being soiled by two clueless brutes. Would you?”

“Fuck,” Valentino grumbled before gripping your shoulders and thrusting you back into Alastor, where you landed harshly aganst his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you, his clawed fingers digging into your shoulders posessively.

Vox glared at Val with disbelief as he stammered, “You’re just handing her over?! She’s the key--”

“Shut the fuck up, Vox,” Valentino snarled, narrowing his eyes and giving him a subtle, unspoken warning. “It’s not the last we’ll see of her.”

Fuming, Vox remained silent as his eyes flashed at Alastor. Valentino then bent down, his eyes boring into yours as he whispered, “We’ll see you soon, sugar.” Sitting up, his lip curled as he addressed Alastor once more. “Now get out.”

With a flick of one of his ears and no other words exchanged, Alastor relinquished his hold on you and escorted you out, moving so quickly that you had to practically run in order to keep up with him.

“Alastor,” you addressed him breathlessly, “Just… wait a minute--”

“Not here, darling,” he urged, still moving with urgent haste.

After nearly fifteen minutes of power walking, you had reached the hotel. The moment the door shut behind you in the lobby, you glared at the Radio Demon while struggling to catch your breath. After a few moments of tension, you asked, “Is that really what you think of me? A ‘shiny new toy’ for Lucifer’s entertainment?”

Alastor, who had returned to his far less threatening appearance, simply smirked while twirling his hand and summoning his microphone before leaning on it casually. “No, sweetheart. That’s not all I really think of you.”

“What the fuck, Alastor,” you blurted out, unable to stop yourself. “You’re a god damned enigma! Is this how you get your rocks off? You tormented me when I first got here by making not-so-subtle threats and touching me constantly like a weirdo. Then you suddenly became nice and supportive, and after Lucifer, it seemed like you were actually going to help me, only to then make it seem like you’re just biding time until you can hand me over to him! What’s your game?! Is this how you drive your prey crazy before you slaughter them? Why are you such a creepy bastard?! What did I ever do to you to deserve these mind games?!”

Yikes. You didn’t mean to let all of that spill out at once, but you couldn’t help yourself. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. What’s worse was that during your rant, Alastor just gawked at you, seemingly unfazed. If anything, he was entertained, which only made you more upset.

After a few seconds of silence and him just staring at you with an amused expression, you emphasized, “Well?! Answer me!”

He then sat up straight, making his microphone disappear into a cloud of smoke before approaching you. Just as you were about to snap at him again, his long arm circled around your waist, pulling you close while cupping your face with his hand, running his thumb along your cheek. Before you could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours, moving against you in a deep and sensual kiss, making you forget the world around you.

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Random HCs for Some of My Verses

Future’s Blurry (the Past is a Trap) verse:

-Glaucus has no idea how he wound up with a pet mad scientist. He WENT there intending to kill Besithia, he DID. Instead he found himself with a mad scientist on his heels, complaining about not having a fancy lab anymore and needing it if he’s going to prove Glaucus wrong.

-Oh yeah, Glaucus thinks with a squint, somewhere in the whole “somehow not killing the scientist” (not that he COULD, Prompto had come from that man and if there was a chance ... well, he loved Prompto more than he hated Besithia, it would be worth the annoyance) Glaucus had said that Besithia wasn’t smart enough or skilled enough to be Really All That™. Besithia had immediately taken offense, forgetting all about his life being in danger in favor of his pride, and demanded HOW DARE. OF COURSE HE WAS.

-Glaucus had snorted something to the order of how if he was REALLY all that he would be able to make a cure/vaccine for the Scourge, not just piddle around infecting things with it and claiming to have done something NEW (the scourge infected everything by nature, essentially infecting machinery wasn’t new, it was just calculated stupidity).

-Glaucus thinks that might have been what led to his acquisition of a scientist actually. Besithia so insulted he’d been willing to defect from the empire that they both knew would never condone a vaccine for their precious Scourge just to prove Glaucus WRONG.

-At one point he has to stop and laugh hysterically over the fact that he just took out Niflheim’s R&D division at the kneecaps. By doing a slightly (SLIGHTLY) more adult version of Double Dog Daring their head scientist.

-There’s also the fact that, to get proper funding, housing, and equipment for his new pet scientist, Glaucus could no longer just subsist on bounties from Hunts and dragging Ardyn from hotel to hotel. No, he needed money, manpower, resources that couldn’t be tracked.

-Lucky for him, he was once Cor the Immortal, the guy in charge of busting illegal butts and then later in charge of the surviving population of humanity in the Long Night. He knew a thing or two about discreet resources and acquisition of funds.

-The Insomnia Underworld had no idea what hit it. It feels like one minute their going about their days, discreetly infighting between the families, laundering their illegal items, the next minute everything is being taken over like dominos by an icy-eyed TEENAGER that can’t seem to DIE no matter what is thrown at him.

-By the end of the year post getting his scientist, Glaucus had (unwillingly) re-taken his title of The Immortal and was the shadow king of the entire freaking Underworld of Insomnia and a good chunk of Lucis. Anyone who didn’t like his new rules of conduct were killed or kicked out and those who were smart enough to swear loyalty found themselves magically bound by their word (Glaucus had no idea how he pulled off that trick, he blamed the KoL and their shenanigans during the time travel). Glaucus then put some of the less scummy and more intelligent ones in charge and calmly swanned off to go back to running around the wilds taking on Hunts and blowing up Nif bases.

-The new Lieutenants in charge of the underworld on behalf of their new Underworld King all just ... kinda blinked at each other and silently asked “What Just Happened?”

-And that is how Cor/Glaucus ended up the reigning king of the Lucian underworld and Besithia got to play mad scientist in a hidden laboratory all Right Under King Mors’ Nose thank you and good night.

...

Risk the Fall (We Have Felt It All) verse:

-The others in the main cast of the first game get reborn too, don’t @ me.

-As we all know, Lightning is the new Crown Princess of Lucis and Hope is the new Crown Prince of Tenebrae, the others are also their own characters so to speak except for Snow and Serah but we’ll get back to them in a sec.

-Sazh is an Armaugh. He’s Weskham’s nephew and his new name is Sors. He’s three years older than Lightning this time around, but he STILL gets teased as the “Old Man” of the group, which he bears with good humor. He ends up being her Hand, just like Ignis is for Noctis.

-Fang and Vanille are reborn as half-sisters who look nothing alike. Fang is the elder of the two and just as Throw Hands as ever. She’s like- three-ish years younger than Lightning. Vanille is five years younger than Lightning. They don’t have the same mom, and only stumbled on each other by happenstance. They started by recognizing each other from their past life and then started comparing their current one and talking about it was funny that they both came from a fling rather than a marriage. Then they start talking about their respective moms (At least Vanille’s is dead I think? Who knows, but this way Fang gets to adopt Vanille and drag her home) and from there they talked about what little they know of their respective dads.

-And find out their descriptions of appearance and temperament described by their mothers match.

-Eerily so.

-“We’re sisters!” Vanille (who needs a new latin name btw) squeals in joy, throwing her arms around Fang, who just snorts dryly and says,

-“I swore that if I ever met ‘im, I’d stab him where the sun don’t shine. But since he gave me you ... I guess I’ll just give him a black eye. Maybe break an arm.”

-Far, far away in Insomnia, Cor pauses and reaches for his sword on instinct, sure for a moment that someone was plotting bodily harm against him. There is no one in the study but him, Regis, and Clarus however, so he shrugs it off a moment later. Probably just the nifs cursing him out for his latest mission or something.

-Snow and Serah come back as canon characters. Because I Said So.

-Luna is 8 years old when she tentatively creeps up to Zagreus/Hope, tears in her eyes, and softly asks “Hope” if she can see her sister.

-Zagreus stares at her in shock, then slowly kneels down to be eye level and whispers, “Serah?”

-She nods, blue eyes so much older than they were just yesterday before something caused her to remember, and Hope kisses her forehead before hurrying off to find his computer. Over Skype, Lightning and Serah cry for joy and sadness.

-“We’re not sisters this time,” pouts Lightning just a little.

-Serah smiles, sugar sweet and innocent, “I guess you’ll just have to hurry up and marry Hope so we can be sisters-in-law.” Both of the elder reincarnates choke on their spit while Luna laughs.

-Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the jungles of Galahd, Libertus tiredly puts ointment on Nyx’s cuts and scrapes while the grinning Ulric holds an ice pack to his black eye, “Just had to pick a fight, didn’t you,” mutters Lib, “always gotta be the Hero.”

-Nyx smiles, and Lib notices it’s that strange, far-off sad one he gets sometimes, the one that makes him look way too old and weary for his years, “I promised,” he says simply, an apology and unknowable explanation all in one. Libertus doesn’t ask WHO he promised, he knows Nyx won’t tell him. “I promised” has been his excuse since they could barely walk. Libertus isn’t sure he wants an answer at this point. Some things just aren’t for mortal men to know.

#Secret Engima Rambles #The Future's Blurry (the Past is Trap) verse #Risk the Fall (We Have Felt It All) verse #mwahahahaha

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trinketprince · 4 years

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Analyzing the IDW Sonic Issue #24 cover

Cause it actually gives us a pretty good insight on which characters will/allowed to appear in this series! (or at least I assume)

Ok so just to give some general context, Ian Flynn has said in a previous interview that classic era characters won’t appear. IDW Sonic, (at least for now, is strictly Modern Era)

So we can expect to not see these following characters in the IDW Sonic comic-verse for a good while.

Classic Versions of Sonic, Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Vector, Espio, Charmy, Eggman and Metal Sonic

Segasonic the Hedgehog (Mighty the Armadillo and Ray the Flying Squirrel)

Sonic the Fighters (Honey the Cat, Bean the Dynamite and Bark the Bear)

Sonic Triple Trouble (Fang the Sniper/Nack the Weasel)

Tails’ Sky Patrol (Carrotia, Focke-wulf, Bearenger, Witchcarter)

Sonic R (Metal Knuckles, Tails Doll)

Silver Sonic

Battle Kukku Empire (XV, Speedy and Doctor Fukurov)

Chaotix (Heavy and Bomb)

But in IDW Sonic Issue #3, Sonic mentions The Hooligans, so at the very least they can mention the existence of classic characters.

But this restriction of characters does beg the questions though? What is and isn’t off limits in IDW Sonic?

Apart from Classic Universe, there are three other universes that come from the sonic games. Boom Universe, (though quite loosely-considered as a universe) Storybook Universe and (a more sketchy, loosely considered as a universe) Chronicles Universe.

In the case of Boom!Sonic, given the design of Sonic and the rest of the cast, we can outrule Sticks the Badger and Lyric from appearing, not sure if they’re allowed to reference them though.

In the case of Storybook!Sonic, they’re allowed to reference the storybook games (as shown in IDW Sonic Issue #16). However using characters such as Shahra and Merlina is also unclear (but I’d guess they won’t appear).

In the case of Chronicles!Sonic, given the whole Ken Penders thing, I bet that Shade and the rest of the characters won’t even be given an allusion to.

Well how about one-off characters? Characters that appeared once or a few times in Sonic’s adventures?

Well, this is where this cover helps! See, as of the current issue, IDW Sonic Issue #22, a generous amount of characters has appeared.

The Main Cast (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy)

Returning Cast from Forces (Wisps, Vector, Espio, Charmy, Shadow, Rouge, Omega, Silver)

Antagonists from Forces (Eggman, Metal Sonic, Orbot, Cubot)

IDW exclusive new characters (Tangle, Whisper and her former Squad, Rough, Tumble, Jewel, Dr. Starline and others)

Returning cast not in Forces (Cream, Vanilla, Cheese, Chocola, Gemerl, Blaze, The Babylon Rouges (In a spin-off comic))

Returning Villains not in Forces (Zeti)

That’s almost everybody we see in this cover... except for a few characters.

That’s right, some previously unseen characters like Big the Cat, Froggy, and Marine the Raccoon of all characters, are seen again.

In Big’s case, it isn’t as jarring. He was bound to appear sometime, being apart of Team Rose, appearing in Sonic Adventure, his role in the Sonic games is far too big to skim over. In fact we actually may have an idea on where he is in the current arc. In IDW Sonic issue #22, page 5, we see a speech bubble, “Froggy?! Where are you?!”.

While Big is not explicitly shown in the actual issue, he is most well known for this phrase and his love and concern for Froggy, his pet frog. This suggests he may be present in the Restoration HQ...

... His fate, however, whether he got infected by the metal virus or not is undetermined.

After scanning the room for people who has not been infected Gemerl stated that every one in there are already in different states of infection. So unless Big has somehow escaped (which to be honest, his character seems to be the type to pull surprises)...

... Big is already infected and left behind with Vector, Charmy and Vanilla.

Now for Marine. Blaze originally came to Sonic’s dimension because she felt something was wrong.

She is introduced to Tangle as a princess from another dimension who wields the Sol Emeralds. She eventually joins the fight against Neo Metal Sonic and taking back Angel Island.

At the end of IDW Sonic Issue #12, she says her work is done and decides goes back to the Sol Dimension.

In the Sonic 2019 Annual Issue, there is a story that involves Blaze visiting Silver’s Garden.

And according to David Mariotte, the 2019 issue takes between issues #12 and #15. So Blaze was still in Sonic’s universe until at most before the Metal Virus arc started.

In the Metal Virus arc, Blaze is absent, most likely already having returned to the Sol Dimension. So with the appearance of Marine, does Blaze return back to Sonic’s dimension in this arc? Does she bring Marine along? Why?

And the presence of the Babylon Rogues and Jewel in the cover coupled with the solicitation description for IDW Sonic Issue #24:

“The Last One Out" As the Metal Virus spreads, Tangle's hometown of Spiral Hill Village stands as one of the last strongholds of the uninfected. Sonic, Tangle, and the remaining heroes of the Restoration make a stand, but will it be enough?

And the fact that the last time the Rogues and Jewel were last seen was during the jewel heist at Mineral Museum suggests that they will appear there once more.

Does the appearance of Marine, who’s only appearance in the game series is Sonic Rush Adventure, and the Babylon Rogues, who only appeared in the Sonic Riders spin-off games, suggest that other one-off characters will reappear in this continuity? Like Tikal and Chaos from Adventure, Elise from 06 and Yacker from Colors?

Speculation:

Yeah remember when I said that Big is the type to pull surprises? I bet that in a later issue it will be revealed that Big got on the ship safely. However, Froggy is infected, Big, who cares for Froggy too much, couldn’t bare to leave him behind. I mean, that one throwaway dialogue could be a clue for what’s to come. He compromises the safety of the ship, spiraling the mood of the heroes down further. I think that someone of note is gonna get infected, other than Big. And that would send Cream’s mood to be even more desolate.

It can’t be Tails cause he’s working on the cure, he’s got plot protection cause he needs to bounce back from his mistake (dropping the cure, and it’s incomplete). Sonic is plot protected as well and Knuckles is on Angel Island. Espio needs to avenge the Chaotix so he has a flimsy plot shield. Tangle is needed because something is definitely gonna happen in Spiral Hill, where Jewel is currently in, so she’s protected.

I think it’s Amy. Just think about it, she’s one of the main 4, she’s the head of Restoration, she’s been doing so well, handling everything that comes at her, She is the face of the restoration and who many people rely on. She is Cream’s role model. And she promised Vanilla that she’d protect Cream. When you take her away, everything seems more hopeless and desolate, one of the main pillars of the sonic franchise has crumbled, and now the metal virus seems more dangerous than ever.

It can also be Whisper, Whisper and Tangle’s spinoff series ends exactly before issue #23 will come out. And in the spinoff, one of it’s main themes is the friendship that Whisper and Tangle have. They’ve become close to rely on each other. And as much as I hate to think it, Whisper may be “fridged” to boost Tangle’s desire to save her friends in issue #23. A setup for issue #24, where the metal virus goes to Spiral Hill, where Jewel is.

Now why am I mentioning Cream’s role here? Well it’s because Cream is the hidden star of this arc. Think about it. Charmy’s infection is the catalyst for Sonic to check up on Cream and her family. Gemerl’s main purpose is to protect Cream, and he is currently the protector of the uninfected, given that all other “protector” characters, are currently unavailable (Sonic is infected, Shadow has turned, Silver is busy, Blaze is not yet there, Omega is ripped, Vector is infected, Amy will soon turn). Chocola and Cheese, her friends, compromised Tails’s cure. Vanilla turned in front of her eyes. So many of the events are centered around Cream, and there will definitely be one more catalyst for her big role.

Enter Marine and Blaze. Cream is friends with Blaze, finding friendship with one another in Sonic Rush. And in the cover, we can see Cream holding hands with Marine. There will definitely be an interaction between the two of them considering that

All characters in the cover are posed in a way where all interactions have meaning. (Babylon Rogues are together, Chaotix are together, Dark are together, etc.) Why pose Cream and Marine like this when they’ve never interacted before?

Both are related to Blaze in a way, mayhaps a humorous introduction may happen between the two “Oh Hello Ms. Blaze!” “I’m her real bestfriend!” etc.

If Amy does turn, Cream, for once in her life will be alone, Amy is gone, Vanilla, Cream and Chocola have turned, and if I’m right, Big is already infected as well. Even the more minor friends she has like Sonic is infected, Tails is busy, Knuckles is MIA and Vector (Sonic Riders), has already turned. Blaze will be the only person left, a sister figure that Cream can cling onto.

And as a final catalyst, A few more people will get infected, whether it will be Tails, or Sonic or Blaze, I can’t guess. But what I will guess is that Cream will definitely have a big role in this arc’s ending.

Aurgh! I’m just so excited for the upcoming issues, and seeing this cover definitely made my brain churn!!

#sonic the hedgehog #Sonic #idw sonic #long post #comic #big the cat #marine the raccoon #archie sonic #Metal Virus Arc #cream the rabbit

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heavenlybursts-blog · 5 years

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CHARACTER: ANNIKARAS ‘ ANNIKA ‘ VIRNA *

story: stormchasers ( wip tba ). classification: warrior age. 25 origins. la’marthis weapon of choice: broadsword fun fact: she’s well versed in languages and quite the history buff

primary motivation. returning her clan’s stolen artifact to her people. becoming both princess and warrior - the two can exist simultaneously , she will show them.

traits. outgoing , impulsive , clever , eager , easy to impress , jokester , blunt , warm , empathetic , loyal , brave , doesn’t mince the details but rather enjoys the bigger picture , dramatic.

aesthetic. swords. metal. iron. trees. mountains. air. organic. natural. blood. bared fangs. grit. bustling city streets. war cry. iron sharpening iron. weary bones. a heavy crown. rebel.

#p: annika virna.#s: stormchasers.#c: annika virna.

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blooddrinkingbartender · 4 years

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My Type of Guy | Pokemon Profiles

Below you will find Pokemon Verse Profiles for Bill, Leofric, and Antonio. Please be aware that there will be mentions of Sword/Shield Pokemon and locations, due to Bill and Azrael both being from Galar. It’s also long, hence the cut. This will be added to the verses page shortly.

Bill Goodwin

Name: Bill Goodwin (former name was Lord William Godolphin IV)

Age: Over eight hundred years old.

Birthday: 7th December 1171 (Star sign: Sagittarius)

Gender: Cis Male (he/him/his pronouns)

Sexual Orientation: Pansxual.

Species: Vampire (died and turned the year 1203)

Powers and Abilities: Mesmerism (able to force people to obey his commands, entrance them, or forget that they encountered him, it’s arguably his strongest skill, but it works a lot better when he’s also applying physical contact), flash steps (he can move at abnormal speeds. He can cross a long distance in a literal blink), heightened senses, forming very long claws, regeneration (the time it takes depends on the severity of the wound and how long it’s been since he last fed). Able to create his own shadow weapons of sorts, such as using them to create tendrils to grab/damage opponents, and he can smell lies ‘like when someone rips ass in a car’.

Weaknesses: Can’t enter a place without being invited (however, that doesn’t stop him using his mesmerism to force people to invite him in), some people can naturally see through the glamour and/or resist his mesmerism, fire (kills all vampires), sunlight (surprisingly, it doesn’t kill him, but it still burns him to the bone, leaves him in horrible pain, and makes him wish he could die), can’t utilise his super speed if he’s being watched (he can move quickly while you blink though), cannot consume normal food or drinks without vomiting them up again soon after (he still has eaten or drank normal things for the taste), the sap and juice of fresh plants burns him like acid, and holy symbols repel him (as long as the wearer/user knows this and/or has faith that it will. If it works, in his point of view, the symbol glows in a blinding light and he feels the sensation of something pushing him back.)

Ethnicity: White.

Current Residence: Travels a lot.

Former Residence: Galar. His old massive estate has now become a Pokemon sanctuary for orphaned and abandoned Pokemon.

Nationality: Galarian.

Current Pokémon Team:

Gilli the Flapple (after the Cornish Gilliflower apple, just for a fun fact there.)

Sly the Thievul

Morgowr the Lapras

Divine the (Authentic) Polteageist

Flurry the Frosmoth

Princess the Gardevoir

Divine (named after the art of divination through tea leaves) has been with Bill since he was a child and his later turning into a vampire over eight hundred years before. He’s able to drink Divine’s tea without being sick as well. He’s glad to have at least one team member be able to live all these years with him. The rest of the Pokemon have been caught recently or are descendants of previous team members.

Princess is also able to sense when Bill is soon to enter an episode and warns him accordingly. Gilli, Flurry, Princess, and Divine are all female. Sly and Morgowr are male.

Mother: Glanna Godolphin (deceased)

Father: Lord William Godolphin III (deceased)

Siblings: None

Height: 6′3″

Weight: 200lbs

Body Type: Mesomorph/Muscular

Hair: Ginger, as is his beard.

Eyes: Very pale grey with slit pupils and red sclerae (Regular grey with normal pupils and sclerae when glamouring)

Languages: Kalos, Kantonian, Galarian Sign Language (GSL) and Unovian Sign Language (USL).

Distinguishing features: He has major burn scars on the right side of his abdomen, chest, part of his right arm, and just above his butt. A hunter managed to set him on fire. Luckily, before it could kill him, he managed to put himself out. That Hunter paid with her life. He can see himself in mirrors, despite popular belief. He’d be very sad if he couldn’t. The same goes for photographs. However, he doesn’t cast a shadow. If he doesn’t drink blood for a long time, he starts to age. Drinking blood reverses this effect.He has three scars on his chest that are either from arrows or crossbow bolts. They’re all under his left pec muscle. He can only assume that that was how he died before he became a vampire; someone had shot at him three times and at least one of the projectiles had killed him. He has a birthmark on the back of his left hand that’s shaped like a crescent. He often jokes that it’s because one of his ancestors was a werewolf. He also has a tattoo of a Cornish Heath plant snaking around and down his outer upper thigh.He usually is in a ‘glamour mode’ of sorts in order to blend in with mortals a lot more easily. He can turn this on and off as he wishes, but some people are able to still see through it when it’s on. When he’s ‘glamouring’, his fangs look like normal teeth, his skin looks more like a healthy pink than the deathly white veiny visage it actually is, and his eyes look a warm grey with regular pupils rather than yellow with slit pupils and red sclerae.

Hobbies and Interests: Video games (yes, he got into them as they came out), dancing, astronomy (might as well enjoy the stars if you’re nocturnal), vlogging (yes, he got into that too), origami, drawing, mythology (he has met some figures of myth, or so he claims), and smithing. He’s also pretty good at playing acoustic and electric guitars, acoustic and electric violins, a lyre, the harmonica, the ocarina, and the accordion.

Occupation: He streams videogames, playing his instruments, andvlogs for money for the most part. However, he also works as a barman wherever work finds him.

Personality:

Starting out his life in a large coastal town in Galar, William Godolphin was the only survivor of the eleven children his parents gave birth to. His father was a lord and his mother was a blacksmith’s daughter who was married into the family.

William lived a fairly easy and unremarkable life with his loving mother, not-so-loving father and a few servants. His father made sure he worked hard however, not wanting to hand him everything on a silver plate, and told the same of his servants. That said, William was fairly well off, and spent his childhood and adult years getting ready to take on his father’s estate. On finding out his bloodline’s wealth and notoriety was founded on thievery, murder, extortion, he was not so willing to do so, but he was unsure of how to find a way out of it.

However, at the age of 31 years old, tragedy struck, and he was attacked and bitten while taking a walk. Despite being weakened by a draining of his blood, he was still determined to get home. But then he was shot and killed, reviving as a vampire soon after. He has no clue how he became a vampire, and who made him (although his maker would often speak into his head), and it did take him some time to get used to his new condition. However, after about fifty years or so, he managed to wrap his head around all of it.

He started out his unlife as a bit of a sadistic asshole, to be blunt, as a result of being puppeted by his maker. After the death of his parents (he hid his condition and they went to the grave never knowing what he became), he dismissed his servants to his father’s uncle’s house, took his inheritance, sold his old estate for a sizeable sum, and travelled. He struggled with his maker’s control, but his Pokemon, especially Divine, helped to keep him grounded.

During the mid-1500sm his maker died and he was free. He decided to try and use his abilities for good, targeting criminals like murderers or rescuing those who might have needed it. He knew he couldn’t bring back those he had killed or restore the minds he broke when he was still mastering his mesmerism abilities, but he could at least start doing better with his life and do his best not to hurt another person (within reason).

At this time, he changed his surname to Goodwin and went Unova to settle there, moving from place to place (although he visited other places and went back to England from time to time). Over 300 years later, during the 1850s, he changed his first name to ‘Bill’ (becoming Bill Cyrus Goodwin) and settle down, content to stay off blood for the rest of his immortal days.

But then he realised that that wasn’t what he really wanted to do. He got the spark to travel again after finding out that so many species of Pokemon had been discovered in all the regions. He decided to get moving on again, and is currently in Galar.

Leofric Lawford

Name: Leofric Lawford (nicknamed Azrael)

Age: Over a thousand years old.

Birthday: 10th December 867 (Star sign: Aries)

Gender: Cis Male (he/him/his pronouns)

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

Species: Cursed Immortal (stuck at the age of 35)

Powers and Abilities: Heightened sense of smell and hearing, phasing through walls, ceilings, and floors, knows when a person close by is soon to die or a disaster is soon to happen. However, he can resist the call and avoid showing up to it should he choose. His shout causes people to feel icy cold and numb, about to sprout massive black claws, super speed and strength. Able to temporarily paralyse someone with his glare.

Weaknesses: He has a permanent collar of chains around his neck that he cannot remove. This could potentially lead to him being exposed as what he really is, making him need to hide it under his clothing. Iron and silver. Salt also keeps him away. If you make a line or a barrier with salt around yourself, he can’t get to you. He can’t touch sage bare handed. Things like grepa berries, coffee and chocolate can make him feel sick as well.

Ethnicity: White

Current Residence: No fixed place of residence, nomadic. Does work as security and bouncers for various places.

Former Residence: Galar.

Nationality: Galarian

Current Pokémon Team:

Galahad the Corviknight

Percivale the Absol

Pembroke the Audino

Bloom the Comfey

Charlemagne the Aegislash

Wallace the Alomomola

Mostly healing types in his time, and most of them named after Knights, real or perhaps not. He also can be seen spending time with Mudsdales. Galahad, Charlemagne, Bloom and Pembroke are female. Charlemagne has been with him since before he was turned into immortal a thousand years prior.

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 240lbs

Body Type: Mesomorph/Muscular

Hair: Light brown, shoulder length, and wavy.

Eyes: Brown, white sclerae, normal pupils. (They glow red when he uses his powers)

Languages: He’s learned as many as possible.

Distinguishing features: He has many many scars from his days of battling. The most notable at the bite marks on his throat. They will never heal.

He has a slight beard. It’s not as full as Bill’s, but it’s definitely fuller than basic stubble. He rides a white motorbike.

He doesn’t smile very often. If you see him do it, take a picture; you’ll never see it again in your life otherwise.

Even though his job as a security guard in most places means he has a gun on hand, he refuses to use it. He hates guns; he believes they’re cumbersome and too noisy.

Hobbies and Interests: Reading, poetry, plants and botany (he also researches how to better weaponise them, and for healing), photography, history, boxing, and surprisingly, painting.

Occupation: No real occupation as yet. Does odd jobs for money, as well as battles.

Personality: As a normal human, he was rather stoic, and guarded, but still kind, brave and benevolent as a knight. However, the more heroic side of him was buried after he became immortal. He also had a knowledge of herbalism, using plants and the powers of Pokemon to heal and help others; something he still does if needed.

As an immortal, he is still brave, stoic, and still somewhat good, but now he is also cold, guarded, and quite judgmental to those around him. But he has a soft spot for humans and Pokemon, rescuing them and treating them with a distant sort of kindness. But he has killed humans that he has deemed to be sinful and in need in of ‘retribution’. This extreme treatment is usually saved for the most heinous criminals however. He has also subjected them to a ‘cruel mercy’, where it was more of a punishment to leave them alive.

He has dyslexia. It wasn’t identified until 1881, and then not coined until 1887, so he’s been suffering in silence about it. He also has some slight shortsightedness, but makes up for that with his other abilities.

He also prefers to be fair in a fight or a battle, giving his opponents a fair chance to defend themselves and fight back. That said, he believes underhanded tactics can be a tool to use only when necessary.

Without his Pokemon, especially Charlemagne, he would have completely burned up around his cursed state years ago.

Basic Backstory: Leofric was born in an older time. He was a brave, benevolent and chivalrous knight (not officially, but was considered one) who worked alone, helping the poor, the weak, and the defenceless from those who may threaten them. He was even known as The Silver Knight. It’s said that his Aegislash used to be a regular sword before it was possessed by a fallen friend of his. He has not confirmed or denied it.

He was suddenly killed and then revived as a cursed immortal by a a strange magic-user who was trying to employ the power of Xerneas (said sorcerer had been terrorising the village he had been living in at the time) after he was wounded during a battle with them.

However, this just fueled by his rage towards the man. He spent a long while biding his time and training his skills until he felt that he was powerful enough to challenge his maker again.

He indeed got his revenge in the end. But his hunger for revenge was never satisfied. In fact, it only seemed to grow and rot within him. It is sad but perhaps safe to say that his original personality, the brave, kind and generous knight, had been buried beneath his anger. Not gone, but repressed.

However, he has more reason and kindness than most would assume. His own team of Pokemon help to keep him in the real world and grounded, and stop him from falling off the deep end. This is also why he still has his empathy and compassion, often stopping to help or heal those in need.

While he travels, he has a tendency to get attached to a place and stay there for at least fifty years before moving on.

He has since gone back to Galar.

Antonio Lombardi

Name: Antonio Lombardi (former name was Enrique Giordano as you’re concerned)

Age: 38.

Birthday: 8th August 1981 (Star sign: Leo)

Gender: Trans Male (he/him/his pronouns)

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.

Species: Human

Ethnicity: Romance

Current Residence: Travels a lot but has a fixed home in every region but Kalos.

Former Residence: Kalos.

Nationality: Galarian-Kalos.

Current Pokémon Team:

Adelaide the Greninja

Erickson the Hypno

Serena the Alakazam

Grace the Roserade

Venus the Milotic

Maria the Ninetails

Erickson is the only male Pokemon on Antonio’s team. The rest are all girls. They also like to help with his magic tricks and performances, as well as help him with his work and moving around.

Mother: Getrude Giordano - Currently not talking to her.

Father: Benito Giordano - Currently not talking to him.

Siblings: Emily Giordano(Older sister) and Sophia Giordano (Younger sister) - Currently not talking to either of them.

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 170lbs

Body Type: Ectomorph

Hair: Black, shoulder-length, and slightly curly.

Eyes: Green

Languages: English, Kalos, and Unovian Sign Language (USL).

Distinguishing features: A benign mole underneath his left eye, and a slash scar across his left cheek and down to his neck. He wears make-up to hide it. He also has faded scars from top surgery.

Due to scoliosis, his chest and back are slightly tilted to the side. This isn’t easy to see unless his shirt is off. It does cause him pain and also makes it harder for him to walk longer distances. He is considering surgery for the scoliosis, but he knows there are risks.

He uses a cane to get around. He actually owns three canes; one has a sword hidden inside of it, another is extendable, and the last is a normal cane. He weaponised them after a mugger attacked him, causing the scar on his face.

He’s a smoker. He always has a lighter and some cigarettes on him. He also a wind-up pocket watch which has a green fish, a red fish, and a yellow fish among a reef on the face which his main prop in his stage hypnosis acts.

He has habits of nodding his head, rhythmically tapping his foot or hand against the floor or the table, blinking at the same time as whoever he is speaking to, and gesturing with his hands while he talks.

He also has synaesthesia, seeing certain colours and shapes whenever he hears certain noises ‘connected’ to them. He also experiences smells on rarer occasions.

Hobbies and Interests: His magic skills. He has dabbled in sleight of hand, misdirection, and mentalism (including stage hypnosis), and he is very good at those too. He has also dabbled in Escapology, and is able to get out of most rope bindings, straightjackets, and pick locks. He also likes to read, cook, practise his tricks, and tend to plants.

Occupation: A magician who travels. He also does admin work and voluntary work.

Personality: While he’s on stage, Antonio speaks with confidence, authority, and even some glee.

Off-stage, he’s quiet, jaded, and very cynical. He prefers to just be left alone for the most part. He doesn’t have much faith in humanity. He also pretends to be a massive sceptic, and ‘holds’ the opinion that those who believe in ‘real magic’, the supernatural, God etc. are nothing more than fools.

That said, he isn’t a complete asshole. He secretly has a lot of compassion and empathy for other people. He performs at orphanages and hospitals for free and donates a portion of his earnings to charity.

If you can break past the guarded shell, you have someone a bit on the nicer side.

Basic Backstory: Antonio was born in August of 1981 to a Kalosian Father (Benito) and a Galarian Mother (Gertrude). They were loving, but distant and stern. He often found himself entertaining or at least occupying his own mind with various tasks. When he was a child, his first Pokemon was Adelaide, his Froakie, although now a Greninja.

He also grew up in a strict household, which he found himself hating as he grew older and it eventually put him off any kind of opening up. He found himself interested in magic tricks and illusions after one of his neighbours showed him a few. He soon met Milton (a Drowzee at the time) and befriended him.

He started to teach himself more magic when he was in teens and became very good at it, especially as he grew older, and also with Milton’s help.

He also realised he was gay, much to his dismay. Even now, he keeps that firmly under wraps. Eventually, at the age of 17, he had a falling out with his parents over his lack of faith and closed-offness. He went on a tirade on how their beliefs are, in his words ‘a big steaming pile of shit’.

After being told his synaesthesia was a sign that he was evil and he punched his father for it, he was essentially kicked out. Uncaring about that, he changed his name and went to Galar to make a name for himself, remembering his mother’s stories of when she lived there. He started very small at first. He was able to find a place to stay. He worked as much as he could and performed his magic on the side with Milton. He was eventually invited to bars to perform and that got him attention and more money. He met Maria, Grace, and Venus (a Vulpix, a Budew, and a Feebas at the time) while going through Galar and took them all in after he realised that Maria had been abandoned, Grace had been left to die after her roses were plucked off painfully (she gained them back and more after evolving), and Venus had been caught in some litter.

He also witnessed a vampire feeding on a person later on, and this terrified him. Said vampire came after him, but Maria scared it off with her fire moves. Even now, he tries to tell himself that it didn’t happen. When he turned twenty, symptoms of his scoliosis started to become prominent, coming with pain and finding it harder to walk or run for longer distances.

Luckily, this didn’t affect his magic shows too badly. At the age of thirty, he made his way up and officially became known as Lord Enigma when performing. He then decided to make his way to the Unova, where he met Serena the Abra and kept her long enough for her to evolve into an Alakazam.

He now has a place in every region, and a lot of his money from his jobs and performances goes to charities or Pokemon shelters for the most part. While he never believed he’d have a full team, he’s glad he does.

He still does magic and performances and voluntary and temporary work wherever he is, but as far as he is concerned, he is definitely never going back to Kalos.

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It was instinct honestly and the Princess barely recalls acting; she saw the glint of metal and next thing she knew her body lurched in front of him to guard the demon. Guard the one that's always been guarding her. Surely he could have fended for himself or perhaps the spear would have done him in as she stares down at the spear embedded within her abdomen. Knees buckle as she falls, blinking. She doesn't feel pain. "...I'm sorry," she mumbles. "I disobeyed." So tired is she. "I love you..."

tw: violence + gore !

stop the Inferno Train all by yourself as it speeds through the railway at unimaginable speeds and you’re legendary. with your skill and influence, catch the attention of Hell’s crown and they’ll appoint you as head of the PUNISHMENT DISTRICT. but fail to protect your pupil and you don’t need anybody to say a word as you brand yourself a failure. mouth agape as blood covers his features and arms turn numb to the weight that falls against his body, forcing him to stumble over and catch the remaining angel’s spear against the palm of his hand. the feathered fiend lock their eyes with his as his smile falters and their’s begin to form in a sickening display of fortuitous success.

God is good. God is merciful. words of the forgotten church echoing in his mind as memories of chanting the very verses in a white dress and long red hair hugging accentuated features cause his lips to quiver with unadulterated loathing. a good girl can only take so much cruelty when the world causes her nothing but pain. ‘ take the gun ’ papa says and he tells her to shoot ; makes a soldier out of her. when love causes her heartache she forgets the man and looks after her family. when war takes her brother away she follows in his footsteps and when she returns to walk through the Ticker Tape parade all she can think of is that she has become a shell of the person she had once was. she’s a nobody ; a sinner ; a killer. from the beginning she’d had always been bound to go to Hell, nevertheless, the Happy Hotel was something she never thought she would be… possessive about. care is a rare thing within the Radio Demon but over time the idea of it —- something he’d lost along with his humanity has began sprouting within him in ways he had never imagined.

something ignited in his veins. a fury so strong that those who would try to stomp out the fire in his eyes will be engulfed by flames before they have a chance at escape. claws strike fast, digging into white linen and silver armour. the iron burns but he digs and twists and watches in satisfaction as the angel’s face, now threatening to put their entire weight over the deer contorts in horror. the holy being’s knees buckle as Alastor tears that heart right out of their chest, damaging ribcage and muscle and crushes the beating thing in his grasp prior to shoving it into the angel’s mouth and down their throat. pristine fangs may attempt to bite down on the elk’s arm but the radio host takes the jaw next and tears it off its bony hinges, discarding the disgusting thing by his feet. his shadows make quick work of feathered wings as its twisted and torn of, thrown over his shoulders as he catches a glimpse of them flapping about desperately in his peripheral. the rest is ruthless evisceration as he strips the angel of its skin and crushes their bones beneath his heels.

and when it’s all over he rushes over to his sunshine and rainbows now pale and convulsing as she dies on the concrete made up of angel feathers and blood. there’s no hesitation as he takes the girl in his arms, and brushes the blonde hair away from her sweat filled face and crying eyes. god, oh god. ❛ i’m here. ❜ he manages to croak out over a tight throat, assessing the damage. brows weaving together as crimson hues fill with tears. chapped lips quivering. shoulders shaking.

❛ i’m right here. ❜ pathetic. whimper. nothing matters anymore. appearances don’t hold up in situations like this. this is why he never wanted to get attached. this is why he preferred no company but his own and the shadows that have become a part of him over the decades. another dying love withering away in his arms as he survives and they leave. they always leave.

❛ charlotte, ❜ he whispers, rocking back and forth as he held her. ❛ my sweet charlotte. i’m right here. ❜ for he would forever wander the Nine Circles alone, but he would never abandon her in her time of need… even if it were the last.

#dcadlysin #glinda vc: I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPYYYYYYYYY #BLOCKING YOU 5EVER JORDAN.#*♔.･ inquiry ♬♪#*♔.･ ic ♬♪#*♔.･ novella ♬♪#*♔.･ i roared / and i rampaged / and i got bloody satisfaction ( v: lady in red ) ♬♪#tw: violence.#tw: gore.#tw: death.

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toomanysweaters-moved · 5 years

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So I guess, for those interested in the My Hero Academia OCs...

Name: Original unknown. Had it legally changed to “Nanashi No Gombe” (essentially, and intentionally, just means “Nameless Mr. So-and-So”. Yeah, translations aren’t perfect, I’m well aware).

Nickname: “R@tking” is his screen name. He doesn’t make an effort to give himself an identifiable “villain persona” since he doesn’t really care.

Occupation: Hacker for hire, for lack of a better term.

Quirk: “Data Touch”. In simple terms, he can convert digital data to “mental data” that can be stored in the human brain, & vice versa, as well as transfer said data to viable storage (be it a hard drive or someone else’s brain). All of which can be done through just a touch.

*Some things he’s done, canonically, are: save the entire Bee Move Script to his long-term memories, upload Bonzi Buddy onto a hero’s brain out of spite, and change a villain’s native language to Klingon.

Origin: Came as a result of a Quirk Marriage between a technopath and telepath, trying to breed a child with both their quirks (I.E. Todoroki). When the child immediately seem to have any power over minds OR technology, and even seemed to be quirkless, they disowned him. Only for him to discover his abilities on his own later in life. And use it to his own ends.

Name: Kumo Oshiro.

Nickname: The awfully generic “Spider Queen”, as she loves to call herself. She’s honestly much more of a princess, though.

Occupation: Assassin.

Quirk: “Armored Arachnid”. There’s no real explanation needed; she’s a fucking spider-centaur with an exoskeleton stronger than steel that looks like something out of a Monster Manual. She’s terrifying.

Origin: Her father, a deadbeat nobody Yakuza with a worthless “spider silk” quirk, was an avid user of Trigger in order to make himself useful. As his criminal career seemed to slow to a crawl, he had the wonderful drunk idea to have sex while on pumped full of the stuff... and as it turns out, using a quirk-amplifying super drug while having unprotected diddly doo can come with some very severe consequences.

Name: Mai Akino.

Nickname: “Chimera”. Well, I mean, that was originally her nickname for her villain verse, but looking back on it now I like it more.

Occupation: U.A. Student! Second year!

Quirk: “You are what you eat”. She can mimic the traits of animals she consumes; grow deer antlers, bear claws, snake fangs, shark gills, things like that. If that sounds familiar, I’M WELL AWARE a character with almost that exact quirk ended up appearing later in the series... she was my first OC, and I made her before reading the manga. But hey, it actually ended up really cute because she looked up to Tamaki...

Origin: This absolute fucking angel. Her mother, who was a retired pro-hero with a simple “cat” quirk, raised her to be the softest, sweetest, most hard-working little thing with high moral values... at least, before she ended up suffering fatal injuries from what was suspected to be a random criminal encounter. The last thing she did for Mai was make sure she was taken care of; got her applied to U.A. like she’d always wanted.

*Tl;dr DEAD MOMS DEAD MOMS DEAD MOMS DEAD

*... also, her dad is a mystery to her.

Name: Masami Akiyama.

Nickname: “Comeback, the Delinquent Hero”.

Occupation: Pro Hero. Runs her own “Hero Office” in Hiroshima... which, in actuality, is just a cheaply refurbished gym in the bad part of the city. She only wanted her own office because she didn’t like other people telling her what to do, much less what she was doing wrong.

Quirk: “Kinetic Adaptation”. Complicated explanation aside, the jist of it is she can essentially become as hard as the hardest thing she’s gone up against, and hit as hard as the hardest thing that hit her. So, persay, if she got shot with a gun and survived, she can now punch with equal force to the bullet. Similarly, if she were to punch a brick wall at full force, her entire form is now as tough as said brick wall... at the cost of bloody and possibly broken knuckles.

*She compensates for the fact her quirk inherently ends up with her having to get hurt by being a fucking bruiser. A self-taught martial artist that doesn’t fight fair whatsoever, and ends up fucking up criminals without even needed to use the quirk she gets her nickname from.

Origin: Nothing particularly special about her. Just a girl that came from a household with an overly strict, unloving mother... and in turn, grew a nasty temper and a resentment for authority. She didn’t originally plan on going into the Hero Program, despite a desire to do good... but, the appearance of the hero Midnight made her reconsider.

*She’s a no-nonsense hero. She does her job, and does it really well, but doesn’t do it pretty. She works within the limitations of the job, and doesn’t actually do anything that goes against the rules, but... she has a very poor public opinion because she isn’t flashy and can be pretty brutal.

*A student muse interning under her actually compared her attitude to that of Eraserhead, in that she doesn’t care for the “celebrity” side of hero work and just wants to do her job, which I think was pretty apt.

Name: Undecided! I never actually got to finishing up her blog, but did have the intention of having most of her family actually be from the United States if that can give you any indication.

Nickname: “Parlor Trick, the Magician Hero”.

Occupation: Pro Hero, but very recently out of school. Probably still working as an assistant to more experienced heroes.

Quirk: “Magician’s Secret”. Can, seemingly, will all manner of magical shows & tricks into existence by her desire alone... a very odd quirk with unclear functions and even more unclear limitations. No one actual knowledge of it seems willing to explain it, either.

Origin: She and her quirk come from a family of hero’s, passing along thee same quirk; all originating from her great grandfather. who was of the first generation to actually gain quirks... and actually used it to become a legendary magician, until he was officially ousted as having used his powers to “cheat” and is remembered as being completely fraudulent. Ever since, the rest of her family have become very successful heroes and constantly work to bring good-wil back to their name.

Name: Also undecided. Never got around to her blog, either.

Nickname: None. She’s barely a villain in the traditional sense, so coming up with a edgy alias was never big on her list of priorities.

Occupation: Urchin, in that she’s legally homeless and survives by what she can steal. Albeit... she’s not doing THAT poorly.

Quirk: “Sinkhole”. Does exactly as described- it’s a powerful emitter quirk that can create huge fucking sinkholes. Pretty much useless for direct combat, but is great for causing a big scene that people will run away from and hopefully not get injured by, leaving her to raid store shelves unimpeded under the guise of it being a normal disaster.

Origin: She was born to a fairy decent couple, with a fairly decent early life... sadly, it all changed when her quirk activated the age of ten, during the stresses of a natural earthquake... in which, in it’s uncontrolled state, she ended up accidentally destroying her home... and, although it’s arguable, causing the deaths of her parents. She ended up orphaned, and after wasting a five or six years at the orphanage... she just walked out and decided to make a life for herself.

*Without a proper education, family, or support though... there wasn’t many options for her. One day, she tried shoplifting, was caught, and in the stress of the situation... her quirk activated again and caused a panic. Everyone went running thinking it was a earthquake... which gave her ample time to take whatever she wanted on her way out. And thus, her “occupation” became clear.

I think, at this point, I should probably just make a BNHA Multimuse.

#She says I'm her spirit animal... // OOC //#not blog related #was on tangent and wanted to explain all of them bc i love them #i'm gonna have to make a fucking multimuse when the storm is gone aren't i

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