#Curse of the Mystic Sword
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Fem Reader who possesses the Curse technique ability of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception (This power comes from the Fate series)? Bonus, if she’s like sweet and gentle to everyone, but in battle, she’s cold, merciless, and swift? HCs with the JJK men, like Gojo, Itadori, Megumi, Sukuna?
Most characters think you can stand with them. The big dogs of the big dogs. As a student, they'd bet 100% that you'd go for Special Grade given the proper training. As an adult, you’re probably already one, if not a very strong first grade.
Sukuna has strong interest in your technique.
He sees someone with the ability to kill anything regardless of the power difference. He automatically wants to see it in action and the potential damage it can cause. If possible, he’d even like to claim the skill for himself (think of his interest in the Executioner’s sword).
Your technique causes you to be high on his list of most potential, second only to Megumi. The only thing that stops you from being first on his list is that you still need awareness on how to kill your target or get around their technique to be able to touch your target. If Sukuna touches someone, chances are he’s going to kill them anyway.
Either way, he wants to keep you alive for now if only to see if that sweet nature of yours (the one holding you back) will win out over the cold, calculated, barbarian he knows is inside you when you fight. It’s a form of entertainment while he’s under lock and key in Itadori’s body.
If things had been different, he might've been willing to keep you as a servant ALA Uraume.
Satoru thinks the world of you.
He has you right up there next to Yuuta and Geto in terms of skills and personal importance. He didn’t really expect after his birth, when the Jujutsu world spun and more powerful curses appeared, that it would also be accompanied by the revival of a technique once thought extinct.
Satoru likes to be paired with you to figure out how your powers work and to see you in action. A part of him would like to fight you and to test your skill out against infinity, but your curse technique has an added sure kill effect so that’s a bit out of the question.
You remind him a lot of himself. He definitely smiles when that good girl nature disappears and he can confirm for a fact, that you're crazy (affectionately).
Satoru likes to pick on you and constantly tries to rope you into his schemes and games, bringing you to his side when it comes to rewriting the jujutsu society. He likes to speak in terms of “our” “us” “we” when it comes to the two of you. Due to your potential to be a special grade, the fact that both your techniques revolve around your eyes, and the simple fact that you might be the only one who can grow to understand both the rush and excitement of power while being able to circumvent the loneliness that comes with it.
You’re also so genuinely kind to him, and he thinks that you earnestly care about him and want to be around him. You’re not the only one who is like this to him but it’s more special when it’s you.
Megumi is a bit annoyed by you, not because of anything you’ve done wrong, but mostly because that sweet nature of yours causes you to overly worry for him, like a mom, and vice versa.
Like Itadori, you’re a good person so he worries about you when it comes to interacting with others. He’s worried someone might take advantage of that gentleness of yours. However, he’s aware well enough that you can take care of yourself in a fight.
He isn’t really scared of your power. It reminds him of Nanami, after all. What he is scared of is your worry and fretting and scolding. Megumi absolutely refuses to tell you when someone or rather something gives him a hospital visit because of it, constantly reminding the others not to tell you when it happens for his own peace.
In battle, he relies on you much more than you rely on him, instantly feeling more relaxed and confident about hard missions when you’re there.
He gets embarrassed when you remind him that you rely on him, too, that the thing that helps you see is his planning and observation of the enemy, that’s better than your own.
Ironically and hypocritically, he finds you too self-sacrificing for your own good when you get out of control. At the end of the day, you’re more important than him.
Itadori thinks you’re scary since you first met under less-than-ideal conditions.
When you meet again at school, he’s shocked that it’s you. He straight up asks if you have a twin, a scarier really strong twin. He’s a bit more respectful when he figures out that you’re that scary twin.
You're easily one of his favorite people because of how nice you are. You're usually willing to go out with him when the others bail out. He often forgets how crazy you get otherwise.
Itadori really values your opinions when it comes to fighting and techniques. He confides in you often until he can rectify the fact he has to kill to survive, including humans. Itadori wonders how you compartmentalize everything, but between your sweet personality and the brutal one, but he’s too scared to learn your answer.
Despite this, Itadori still doesn't entirely understand your technique even when you explain it to him multiple times. He just knows it's kinda badass. You slice and things die, almost always.
(You're still working on figuring out how to explain it to him in a way he'd understand.)
#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#megumi x reader#sukuna x reader#yuji x reader#itadori x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#adel hcs
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EMD ONE-SHOT
As promised I’ve written One and Two being protective siblings since we passed the prelims. Read below 🖤
One
Consciousness pulls to the forefront of One’s mind. The slider snaps awake to the quietness of his brother’s lab. He blinks once. Twice, before registering the fact that he had passed out.
One sits up attentively from where he was sleeping against Two’s desk. “Oh, crap,” he hisses. “How long was I out?”
Nothing.
He’s trapped under a soft purple blanket that had been tossed lazily across his previously relaxed shoulders. One’s limbs fight for freedom, flailing around, eager to detangle from the cozy blanket, which he has no memory of cuddling up with. Finally free from his bounds, One climbs to his feet, clutching Two’s blanket in his hands. “Hey, if you were trying to get me to sleep, it didn’t work.”
Nothing.
One frowns. Now that he’s more awake, he realizes that it’s dead silent. Not even the sound of light tinkering reaches his tympanum to put him at ease. The slider spins around, hoping that maybe Two had just fallen asleep as well, but no. His chair is empty.
Dread seeps into his chest and his heart rate hammers as his eyes dart around the lab.
Where is my brother?
One curses himself mentally and searches the rest of the house. Every room he passes leaves him feeling more and more anxious. The last time he left Two unsupervised, it didn’t end so well for his brother. One’s spent every day since then trying to prevent another accident from taking place and risking Two’s life. He was lucky that he only lost an arm that day.
Every room, he ends up back-tracking and walking through the hallway empty handed. He’s not here. He’s not here. He’s not—
It hits him suddenly, like a wave crashing into a mountain of rocks, and he stops. A fuzzy memory resurfaces. Before he nodded off, Two had been talking about needing to stock up on scraps for future projects. One curses again, silently, in case Huginn and Muninn were perched somewhere nearby and heard him. It’s not unlike them to tattle to Dad whenever he misbehaves. This, especially, Draxum can’t find out about.
There is only one place Two goes to to find junk for his toys. That’s on the surface. The one place that’s more dangerous than their own home.
One rushes to his dad’s lab, thankful that his pops is out running errands, which makes stealing the blue mystic sword much easier. He’s only used it a couple of times before, under Draxum’s surveillance… but he can’t wait for his dad to come home and show him the right way to swing.
He pauses, then slowly reaches for it. When his fingers brush the handle, he almost flinches away, but remembers that Two is up there alone. He picks the weapon off its display and draws a breath, concentrating. In a quick sweep, he makes a portal just big enough for him to squeeze through. It’s not perfect, he thinks to himself, but it’ll do.
One loops the weapon through the sash along his waist and steps through.
Two
Repo’s scrapyard is just a few miles from the closest portal into the Hidden City. Two took the opportunity to slip away while Number One slept, figuring it would be a quick trip. After several days of sleeplessness, Two was sure One would not be awake for a while yet. By the time he noticed, Two will have returned with a wagon full of scraps.
The sky is dark and the moon shines bright. Two pulls his wagon through a narrow alley and takes the route he’s less likely to run into humans, the route he always takes to get to the scrapyard. The paved path takes Two through the woods that are behind the junkyard. It’s usually quiet, which Two appreciates. One accompanies him on most of his trips, unless Two manages to sneak out while his brother is occupied with training or asleep, like today, for example.
He’s almost there. Just a few more steps, until he reaches the torn back fence that gives him full access to the human’s metal scraps.
Something rustles far off to Two’s right, making him stop abruptly and swivel his head in that direction. An unsettling chill runs up his spine; the only weapon Two has is the brand new mechanical arm attached to his left shoulder, but even that is still in its early stages of development. He hasn’t had the chance to test out the new upgrades…
Two hesitates, but continues forward slowly, trying not to make any sudden moves too quickly. He takes a step and hears a growl coming from the same place, and that makes him freeze. He turns his head and stares into the darkness, where he finds two glowing orbs staring right back at him. The animal snarls, baring its sharp, hungry teeth. It inches forward, its crazy eyes glued on him as if he were its prey.
Two’s blood turns ice cold. His whole body tenses, prepared to fight. He’s certainly trapped, he can feel it even without looking. A fight would put him behind schedule, especially with untested weaponry and the months he’s spent out of practice. Two glances to the fence, thinking maybe he can make it if he runs. That was his first mistake.
The animal attacks while he’s distracted. The next thing he sees is the animal’s teeth gnashing into his face. Two throws his new arm out in defense, hoping to fire a blast, but the machine's transformation stalls. Two curses sharply. The animal’s jaws lock tightly around his metallic wrist. It tugs and thrashes, jerking Two forwards with too much strength. He stumbles. The arm creaks and cracks and Two can feel the wires in his shoulder start to tear. Panic screams at him in spite of him and Two aims a fierce kick at the mutt. That was his second mistake. It pulls and Two loses his balance. He falls back and the animal rips the mechanical arm off with one violent jerk. Pain explodes in his shoulder, but he doesn’t even get the chance to cry out before the canine pins him to the ground with its claws.
Something hard pierces his shell, probably a rock. The dull tip digs uncomfortably into his shell’s soft tissue, making him squirm and kick. The animal snarls in his face. Two flashes his teeth in a threatening hiss. But that’s all he can do. The thing is much bigger than he had anticipated, almost twice his size.
A flash of blue blinds him and the next sound he hears is a sharp whine when Number One tackles the beast to the side. All at once the pressure lifts. Two sits up and scrambles back, his whole shoulder throbbing.
He stares as One fights off the creature, apprehension stirring deep in his stomach when its teeth sink into One’s forearm and draws blood. It starts to pull him, like it had with Two, but One is much harder to throw around. He wrestles it to the ground, shoving its head into the ground until it’s forced to still. Two sees One lift his sword back and hears him swiftly bring it down through the animal’s neck.
Silence hushes through the alley as the rabid canine draws its last breath, and One gets to his feet and steps back. He doesn’t move after that.
Two stares at his back with wide eyes, silent, until One finally turns around.
“You okay?”
Two frowns. One’s stare is vacant. He’s been seeing that a lot lately.
“Are you?” He counters with a raised eyebrow.
One’s eyes trail to his bleeding arm, but he just shakes off the injury as if he’s had worse. “What, this? This’s like a papercut.”
”Scoff. It certainly is not.”
He watches One cautiously as he comes over and kneels in front of him. He places his hand over Two’s and gently moves it so he can assess the damage to the stump at his shoulder.
“You snuck out on me,” he says after a while.
Two turns his head away dismissively. “I needed my supplies. You needed to sleep,” he huffs.
“No, I needed to make sure you didn’t run off and get your fake arm torn off,” One retorts.
Two narrows his eyes and shrugs him off.
Number One rises and picks Two up by the back of his shirt. “C’mon, let’s get that shoulder cleaned up, okay?”
“I didn’t get what I came here for,” Two protests, but One is already waving the sword around, making a portal home. The blood-stained ōdachi falls at his side, then One faces Two and stretches out his injured hand that Two notices is shaking.
“I’ll come back with you tomorrow,” he promises. Two bites back an argument and swallows it thickly. There’s a slight lump in his throat that makes him avert his gaze.
He hates to admit it… but if he had One to tag along as usual, this entire debacle, most likely, would not have happened. But now he’s lost a prototype prosthetic without even reaching the gates of his destination. If there had been people around, the commotion he stumbled into could have gotten him into much more trouble than he’d been equipped to handle. The whole thing was just another disaster. All of this he knows just as well as One, which is why he complies, taking his brother’s hand and follows him home.
Two sits on the floor of the lab while One starts to assemble the tools needed to put his arm back in place. The softshell scowls when he sees Number One’s blood seep through the poorly wrapped bandages around his arm.
“Did you even clean it?” Two asks with a hint of distaste.
“I can do that later,” One crouches beside him and lays the tools out onto the floor. “So, what first?”
Two narrows his eyes. “No, you won’t.”
One lifts his gaze and holds Two’s stare. Two doesn’t look away. He raises an eyebrow. “You won’t.”
“If you don’t tell me which thingy-majig does what I’m going to start guessing.”
Two’s eyes widen. “Do not do that, you’re going to mess it up!” One’s hand drifts towards the screwdriver and Two just about loses his mind. “Not that one!” he barks. One stops and gives Two a smug look which he meets with a glare. He huffs, then sighs and starts to explain the process of attachment, making sure One follows his directions to the letter.
It takes much longer than Two would like, but finally, they reattach the mechanical arm and he can move it freely again.
One leans back. “There, done.”
Two flexes his fingers and rolls his shoulder. It could do with a few tweaks, but it’s good for now. He looks at One again as he gathers the tools and puts them away. The previously white bandages are now a much darker red.
After a moment, Two stands and approaches One. “Give me your arm.”
“What?”
Two stops and scowls. “Your arm. Let me see it.”
“I told you I was gonna—”
“Let me see it.”
One shifts, but stretches out his arm. Two grabs his wrist and unwraps the bandage around his forearm. Two’s nose scrunches up at the sticky mess under the wrap. One pulls back.
“Don’t worry about it, I can take care of it.”
“I let you fix my arm,” Two retorts.
“Yeah, but you didn’t really have a choice.”
“Neither do you.” Two turns around before One can protest and takes out the medical kit in the back of his lab. He gets One to sit then sits in front of him just close enough that he doesn’t have to reach to clean One’s wound.
Two drenches a cloth with alcohol and wipes away the blood staining One’s scales. Aside from a few grimaces and quiet hisses, One doesn’t complain any more. Neither of them say anything for a while, until Two cleans up enough red to be able to see the full size of the bite.
“You need stitches. And something to ensure you haven’t contracted a virus.”
“You think so, doc?”
Two glares at him and One closes his mouth, which is usually impossible for him to accomplish. But Two’s been noticing that a lot as well. A lot of things have started to change recently and Two’s not sure he likes it.
After a few beats of silence, Two retrieves a needle and wire. “I can sedate you, if you’d like.”
“Nah, I’m okay. I should stay awake in case you forget what Dad taught us.”
“I don’t need your help,” Two remarks sourly, then starts stitching.
“Are you mad?”
The question takes Two off guard. He pauses, sensing One’s frown, but continues to poke the needle through. He doesn’t know the answer to that, so he doesn’t say anything.
“You’re mad,” One states. “Why? Because I saved you?”
Two feels the corner of his mouth twitch. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he mutters.
“What, that dog thing showing up and attacking you?”
Two doesn’t answer that either, though his jaw tightens around an argument. He doesn’t want to fight right now. He hears One huff quietly. He doesn’t say anything else. Two continues to stitch him up in silence. When he’s finished, he wraps Number One’s arm with a fresh set of bandages. While Two puts away the medical supplies, One cradles his arm close to his chest.
“Don’t tell Dad about this or we’ll both get in trouble,” he murmurs while rubbing his wrist.
Two zips up the kit then lifts his head to look directly at One.
“I would never.”
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Sapphic Books List: Bodyguards
What’s better than women protecting other women? Explore the lives of body guards, knights, and guns for hire!
Fantasy:
The Ruthless Lady’s Guide to Wizardry by C.M. Waggoner
These Feathered Flames by Alexandra Overy
Alpennia series by Heather Rose Jones (Daughter of Mystery, The Mystic Marriage, Mother of Souls, Floodtide)
The Queen’s Curse by Natasja Hellenthal
Sword of the Guardian by Merry Shannon
Elemental Attraction by K. Aten
Science fiction:
Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir (Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, Nona the Ninth)
Godfall series by Barbara Ann Wright (Paladins of the Storm Lord, Widows of the Sun-Moon, Children of the Healer, Inheritors of Chaos)
House of Fate by Barbara Ann Wright
Contemporary:
Break in the Storm by Sherryl D. Hancock
Securing Ava by Anne Shade
The Bodyguard Affair by Anna Stone & Hildred Billings
Protecting the Lady by Amanda Radley
Guarded Desires by Anna Stone
Honor series by Radclyffe (10+ book series)
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Realmz is a Macintosh RPG from 1994 that has a ton of content packed inside. It comes with one built-in scenario that doesn't have a main quest line so much as it does a dozen separate oversized sidequests, as well as a bunch of extra scenarios you could buy separately. There's hundreds of items included in Realmz, and I'm not sure how many of them are actually used in the base game, whether they were included for the add-on scenarios, or whether they were just added in the hopes that they'd be used in the future.
The creators of Realmz clearly had fun coming up with all the extra items. Especially all the flavor text! ESPECIALLY for all the cursed items. Here's some of my favorites, taken from the Realmz Character Editor. It was really hard to narrow these down (Reproduced as they were written with typos.)
Broadsword +2
A weapon fit for a lord. This weapon will bring many a jealous stare.
Scimitar of Trickery -2
A foul curse brought upon by an evil druid so long ago. Even the gods do not remember why.
Mace of Destruction +3
This weapon is extremly powerful and has always been in the hands of evil. Until now!
Morning Star of Pain -2
Aaagh! Sharp pains shoot through your arms as you try to bring this weapon to bear. What diabolical force created this?
Flail of Devilish Dare +4
Woe be the netherbeast to confront a foe who brandishes this weapon.
Tip Sword of Stench -2
The olfactory emissions produced by this item cause its wielder to choke and gag whenever need is greatest.
Sword of the Omen -3
This small blade brings visions of horrible destruction. Before the end of the first new moon they invariable come true.
Battleaxe of Death -2
Faaaughh!! What sick wizardry is this? It inflicts damage on the wrong side!
Bow of Thumbs -3
A criminal creation is this. Somewhere a vile wizard laughs.
Bow of Shalomar
This mystical weapon was though to have been lost when the golden elves were banished from the Realmz. That does not now seem to be the case.
Throwing Hammer +3
If a hammer could swat a fly on the wall at a hundred paces, this hammer would be the one to do it.
Cobra Strike +4
Though it is disgusting to look upon, it is a mighty weapon in battle.
Firestorm
Invented by a senile fire giant who was attempting to construct a interior heating system, firestorm arrows will blanket an area with flames that persist up to five rounds.
Cheters Blade +8
This weapon was once the weapon of Cheter. Cheter was an aid to Charon, ferryman over the river Styx. Cheter was slain while fighting at Charons side battling a powerful demon wishing to cross Styx without paying.
Leather of Darkness -2
Spawned from the pits of hell itself! Woe is the adventurer who mistakes this for a suit of armor.
Armor of Imprisonment -3
This suit looks innocent enough until you try it on. What twisted wizard created such poison as this?
Gauntlets +24
These gauntlets radiate so that none but the moronic will deny the power of their bearer.
Gauntlets of The Void
Contemplate what is worst in men, and you will find a portrait of he who created this filth. Baaahhh! They hurt even to look at!
Cloak of Darkness -3
Many have considered the possible good that could have been done with the huge amounts of raw power used to create this cursed cloak.
Salt
Table Salt, useful for curing meat and perhaps throwing in the face of enemies.
Gauntlets of Pain -2
This foul curse is considered one of the most painful. One will never play the flute again if worn too long.
Hellsbane +11
Created by Chetnyet the Brave in his quest to rid Hell of all devilkin. Such a fool who believes that hell can fall to the likes of just one man.
Necklace of Shackles -5
At first this necklace appears to be valuable. Hmmmmmph!!!
Shadow Mask
A perminent smell of rot pervades this mask. Though it smells disgusting, it's benefits are vast.
Staff of the Ages
Can turn any creature into a statue of stone. The mind is not destroyed and the cursed creature often goes mad from boredom over the centuries.
Mystic Luck Stone +20
This unique item is a true wonder. Taken from the dead body of a Vex Witch by "Bolo the Angry". A powerful ogre who found the witch dead of natual causes.
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Hope is a dangerous game
Thank you so much to anyone who read the last one shot! I really appreciate anyone who took the time to read, like or re-blog!
This is mainly from Gale's P.O.V just before Shadow-cursed Lands and his confession. Nothing explicit; just fluff. Tav (f -Serena) X Gale. 1057 words and I do not own anything other than Serena :)
Gods she was beautiful.
Gale’s brain let the thought roam free, the urge he’d had to reign it in when the dark magic coursing through his veins heaved had vanished. He watched her train with abandon and revelled in the fact he could glance in her direction without the guilt and concern that doing so would end their lives.
He had noted that beauty when she’d dragged him out of the portal.
The type of grace that elves possessed was a magic unto itself, but she was spectacular. The others had made the same eyes at her that he had; his incessant babbling about his life in Waterdeep and tales of misbegotten adventures as a youth had been his weapons in the war for her attention.
“Your flank. It’s always the flank!” Karlach’s voice boomed as it broke his silent reverie. “You know, I will always watch your back Ren but sooner or later you’re going to feel the point of a sword there.”
“I’m left-handed! It’s hard.”
Serena was left-handed. Of course, she was. Gale had spent his time studying her since he’d decided he’d have to keep away from her, since the night of magic happened, and he’d seen that thought whirring in her brain. He’d worked out that she liked the outdoors, that she enjoyed the sound of water, she was better at cards than she told anyone – often faking poor hands and bluffs - and that when she was happy, genuinely so, she smiled with her whole face. This was one of those times and far from the usually clench of agony in his chest, it was just his heartbeat throbbing away at the sight of the brightness in her eyes.
It was a different kind of feeling.
There was no anxiety around her. There were no knots in his stomach when he looked at her; just the feeling of warmth. The feeling of not wanting to wait until she spoke to him or looked at him again. He didn’t question that she was fond of him, whilst their relationship had not been spoken out loud, their glances and touches were the most intimate he’d ever felt.
He was falling in love with her.
He was in love with her.
And wasn’t that the cruellest joke of them all.
His Mother would have been thrilled if he’d spoken to her and told her of Serena; intelligent, brave, beautiful, good. She’d been no fan of his special relationship with Mystra; no fan of his designs of wanting more than mortality. This, this she would have been ecstatic about.
And he wouldn’t ever be able to tell her.
Because it wouldn’t be anything more than a blip in time; maybe a moment before his destruction. His Mother would never know about how he’d met someone who made his heart sing; who laughed at his stories, genuinely and with heart; who made fun out of him with a soft glance.
He supposed the real question was would he even be able to tell Serena?
Would it be fair?
One part of him screamed to do it; to take her away to a secluded spot, show her the heavens and then some, tell her how if it were the real world and if he were at home, in his cluttered tower, he would’ve taken all the time in the world to do this right. He’d have taken her out, showed her any realm she wished to see, taken her to any place she had wished to visit.
Then there was the other part. The part that couldn’t forget the orb despite its silence. The part that reminded him how selfish that would be when he knew what the outcome was: oblivion.
And that was if she was even receptive to the whole idea. It hadn’t been lost on him that they were from different worlds; hers filled with blood and steel, his filled with mysticism and power. It was possible he’d read the whole thing wrong. That her glances were that of sympathy and pity not wanting and compassion.
He groaned and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
It was all so complex.
It was all so human.
“You look a million miles away.” He startled as she sat beside him. “I’m tired of my flank being told off so I am having a break.”
Sweat beaded along her brow, her skin flushed with the heat. She glowed. “Just lost in thought. Your flank looked good to me.” As the words left his mouth, his brain caught up.
“I am very glad to have you watching my flank.” Her shoulder knocked into his, that familiar teasing tone had been slowly creeping back since Elminster’s visit. “Maybe you should go and spar with her, I can watch your flank too.”
He didn’t flush, for that he was grateful.
“I’m not sure sword fighting is my forte. A wise man knows him limitations and using an executioner’s axe is most definitely mine, especially if you want me to keep my hands. Very difficult to cast the array of spells at my arsenal without them.”
“I am almost positive they have much better uses than simply casting spells.”
Gale’s heart stuttered. This was definitely a flirtation. It was one of her more obvious ones. While he had tormented himself about all the outcomes, the more impulsive part of him couldn’t help but lean into her: messy hair sitting on her damp skin, rosy glow of her face in the evening light.
“Oh, really?”
Serena was so fast that he barely had chance to register, entwining her fingers in his. “Oh, most definitely.” Her voice lowered to a whisper and he couldn’t help but glance around the wide space, checking to make sure he had not actually succumbed to death, and this was some sordid fantasy he’d spent weeks pushing away.
Her breath tickled his cheek, her lips close to his ear.
“You… are also an excellent cook.” The giggle brought him back to reality and before he could register his disappointment, she planted the lightest kiss on his cheek before dancing away.
His skin tingled with the faintest ghost of her lips.
His soul tingled with faintest glimmer of hope.
For the first time, in what felt like an eternity, the tiniest gleam of a new voice in his head whispered: maybe she will find another way.
#bg3#bg3 gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate gale#bg3 tav#tav x gale#rizzard of waterdeep#the wizard of waterdeep#gale x tav
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Fae — Yandere!Malleus x reader
Small idea for spooky season!
You heard of the mystical powers fae had — from being harmless tricksters to ones that could steal your life away (if not literally then symbolically) just by knowing your name. Yet, nothing could have prepared you for what was to come.
Being a magic user was already troubling for your parents, ones who were against the public opinion that using magic was a harmless thing. Perhaps it was the rumors of what fae could do or the incident your father had in the woods that made your family so against magic.
"If I hadn't run them out, I might've been burned alive," your father said in a somber tone one night on the front porch. He was drinking a cup of warm tea while looking off into the woods just outside of your home. You lived close to Briar Valley, a reason why fae sightings weren't unheard of. "Those fire fae were close, took one of my friends and I have no idea what happened to them," your father then turned to you. "Don't go into the woods by yourself, no matter how bright the day is, it'll be pitch black in there. Most of all, don't mess with magic."
However, your non-magical parents didn't expect you to suddenly wake up one day and shoot a book off of your shelf with a flick of a wrist. You thought it was by coincidence, but weird things happened more and more around you. Soon enough, you found out you used magic, and you were given the opportunity to study at the prestigious Night Raven College. Your parents wanted you to go to Royal Sword Academy, but it was too competitive that year, and you hated the uniforms.
Everything at NRC went as you thought it would, with most classes being pretty standard for what you thought a magic school would be like. During the dorm assigning ceremony you looked at your fellow first years and thought how cool it was that you were using magic. Sure, your parents were stressed when you left home to the far off Isle of Sages, but it was so exciting to you! Finally, you got to see other magic users, people from all over the world outside of your little village by the woods!
You liked potionology a lot, especially when you got to get hands-on with the ingredients. Unsurpisingly, you were sorted into Pomefiore. While you couldn't stand your fellow classmate Vil for his strict nature, you still liked studying with him. However, you also had a thing for the architecture in the school — the old castle-like structure of the school was fascinating. You admired every small gargoyle and grotesques that greeted you from the edges of the building. That was where you first met him. It was in the beginning of your third year at the school.
"That's not a gargoyle," a voice startled both you and your friend.
"For magic's sake can you not sneak up like tha—!" your friend groaned but came to a halt when they turned around and met the emerald gaze of the person speaking to you two. "M-Malleus?"
You whipped your head around. You shared the same history class, but barely talked to him unless it was for a group project. He was extremely hard to talk to, but you always tried to warm up to him when you could. The only thing you knew about this student was that he was extremely strong, a crown prince, and that he was always excluded from parties for some reason. He was much scarier close-up, but what could he do, curse you? There was nothing you did to cause that, so there was no need to be afraid.
"Hey, how are you doing?" you smiled at him and your friend looked at you in shock.
"H-hey, that's the Malleus you idiot!" your friend whispered to you, pulling your arm so you got closer. "He could get angry with someone like us treating him like a normal student!"
"He is a student here, I don't see why we can't get close?" you shrugged. While your friend looked at you like you lost your mind, Malleus smiled a little to himself. A human? Let alone one that wasn't scared of him? How interesting.
"If you would like, I can give a better explanation of why it's a grotesque?" he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your friend jumped back, perhaps he was really scared of Malleus because he soon left you two.
"Sorry about that, he's a bit jumpy," you frowned. I'll have to tell him it's not that bad later, you thought to yourself.
"No worries, I'm used to it," Malleus looked down at the stone floor, a sad look on his face. It hurt you a little too to hear that from him, it must've been lonely if everyone treated him that way.
"Hey don't say that, you shouldn't get used to it, it's not healthy at all," you grabbed his hand, something that caused him to look at you with a shocked expression. You could've sworn he blushed. "Do you come up here often? I like spending rainy days studying up here listening to the showers," you pointed at one of the towers. Malleus smiled at you, a smile that made your heart skip a beat.
"Not really, I go to the tower opposite of it actually," he replied. The two of you would begin to spend more and more time together, talking about the grotesques or the classes you two took together. He invited you over to Diasomnia while you snuck him into Pomefiore. Other students began to take note of your closeness to the crown prince himself. However, no one was brave enough to warn you about his growing obsession over you, nor the threats to your freedom that came with spending more and more time with the fae. You should've listened to your father, stayed away from Diasomnia altogether.
"Malleus, have you seen my album? The one I got over last winter break?" you asked, he shook his head.
"Maybe you left it back home during the summer? Forgot to pack it?"
"Oh, maybe," you muttered. This wasn't the first time something went missing from your room. You swore your roommate wasn't capable of stealing anything, they were too nice for that. Vil even said that it was weird stuff was going missing when you asked him about it. Little did you know the culprit was right in front of you this entire time. Lilia noted this growing obsession too, but what could he do? It was the first time Malleus ever felt so attached to anyone, let alone someone that was as great as you. All Lilia could do was support him by pretending he didn't notice, though Lilia did give you a little warning.
"I hope Malleus has a nickname for you?" he joked while playing a rhythm game with you.
"Huh? Why would he have that?" you laughed. Lilia just smiled at you, hitting a perfect combo by the end of the song.
"Just in case. Fae's and names don't go together."
Time passed and things started to get worse and worse. By the next month when Malleus was a third year and so were you, your friends started to avoid you and people began to part from your direction. It was as if the only person with you was Malleus, almost like everything you did revolved around him.
"Do you want to study with me tonight, y/n?" Malleus asked after the history lesson.
"Sure, why not?" you said, not thinking too much about your answer. But it was weird, you swore that you told yourself you were going to study with your roommate instead. Wait, did you?
"Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the winter break with me, I'll be traveling back to Briar Valley," he suggested a week after that incident.
"Of course!" you smiled, but then immediately you felt like something was wrong. No, when was the last time you went back home? You went back last summer, but during the small holidays when you usually went back home or stayed in the dorm you suddenly spent more time at Briar Valley than anywhere else. Did you agree as quickly as you did now? It was weird, something wasn't clicking. It was like whatever he said you agreed. You even agreed to turn down a person that you had a crush on during second year, something you cried about for weeks. That was when you started to suspect something was weird.
"Wait, I have a question," you stopped the fae.
"What is it?" he asked with a small smile, the one that made your heart skip. But this time, your heart skipped a beat as his eyes seemed to be colder than usual.
"You said you were a fae, right?" you asked. He nodded, which prompted you to ask the next question. "...Are you using my name on purpose?"
He was still smiling, but you could tell in his eyes the smile wasn't sincere, almost mocking, like a plan was going in the right direction. Turning to you, he pulled you a little closer.
"What do you mean by that, child of man? Do you really believe everything about fae in the books?" he asked, it sounded like he was mocking you. It was different from his usual kind voice.
"No, but, but my parents did warn me about one thing," you said slowly, trying to pull away from his grip. "Never tell a fae your name," you repeated what your father told you before sending you off to NRC.
Malleus didn't say anything.
"You started to use magic on me since I told you about my name and after I said I wanted to be closer with you, right? Look, I know you care about me and our friendship, but I don't think this is the right way," you tried to steady your voice, it was scarier than you thought. There was a building pressure, likely Malleus's doing.
"...Not bad, your father's words hold true," Malleus replied. You sighed, knowing that you two were likely going to have to part ways because of this. But Malleus was thinking otherwise.
"i don't want to end this though, I just adore you so much," he added on, his voice was smooth but you knew that he was likely angry you saw through his magic.
"I can't go on like this, knowing you're trying to keep me as your friend or whatever by using magic!" you felt anger boil over. You lost so many friends while being with him.
"How do you plan to stop it though? It's not like you can change the situation, I know your name," he said nonchalantly. "I could make it so much worse, but that would be no fun, I still want you to be you."
You knew that deep down too, he was much stronger than you both in magic and in general power. He was a crown prince, you were just a regular human living in a small village. Your father likely already had a bad reputation with the fae living right in the woods next door because he escaped from their wrath without being burnt for something.
"I will give you a chance however, to have something outside of the life I want us to have, the one that I think would be the best for you in all honesty," Malleus broke you away from your thoughts. "There's a book in the library here at the school, one that was written by the fae to break any spells. Find it, break the spell I have, then you can go as you wish," he explained. You knew what book he was talking about, but no one knew where it was, not even the ghosts living in the library. "If not, then we will pretend this never happened."
There was no chance for you to fight against the fae by brute strength, and while you knew this was an unfair fight, you had to try. You didn't want to have your life determined by a fae prince.
"Fine, by the next moon?" you asked. He nodded.
"You know that's usually what I place as the deadline," he smiled. You didn't smile back, you glared at him.
"Very well, I wish you luck, y/n."
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REDESIGNING MAGIK
Welcome to Limbo! Our group chose Illyana Rasputina, the marvelous Magik for this round!
Introduced as the younger sister of Colossus, Magik joined the 80s New Mutants team as a young teen and has since flourished into an A-Lister in her own right. She's been a member of the Phoenix Five, Cyclops' renegade X-Men squad, the Krakoan New Mutants, and the 2022 X-Men team.
She has several inspiration points for artists and redesigners to pull from. She's most well-known for her all-black 2012 look but has also sported demonic and fantasy influences as someone connected to the hellish Limbo and her malevolent alter ego, the Darkchylde.
See what our enthusiastic and talented team of artists did this round, and make sure to follow them on social media for more fantastic art!
(The handles presented after artists names are their Twitter handles, but many use the same name on other platforms!)
Léa Dupic | @/kimodraw
"I went full speed ahead into medieval land and dressed Illyana in a full metal shiny armour, putting emphasis on her sword bearing arm with a biiiig spiky shoulder pad. Gave her a punk lesbian haircut while keeping her iconic bangs, because I think she should be allowed to be more of a punk lesbian. And I couldn't resist adding a touch of demon form with the horns. She's gloomy she's menacing she's spiky and shiny she's the girl of my dreams."
Giovanni Saroldi | @/RaulGiova
"Just like matter, let’s give ‘Yana three states! Solid, liquid, gas? Kinda, not quite! From angelic to demonic, with her main form being the in-between totality of herself, where she can draw whichever power she needs.
It’s geometric, it’s chic, it’s retro-futuristic Terry Moore with the Horns of Galaxy The Prettiest Star meets Ludmilla from Bartok mid-transformation."
John Caden | @/johncaden64
"I've always felt the Bachalo design was great, but could get very male-gazey. I tried to make it more comfortable, while also keeping the same goth feel. I do feel she needs to just go all-in goth, so let's shave her head, get some thick black mascara and commit to the bit! "
John Marsh | @/pastelrake
"What if Illyana had been a Russian figure skater?"
Joe Pryde | @/joeprydecosplay
"My inspiration for this design came from the idea of “what if Magik was an elder emo” complete with Kristen Stewart fem mullet, high waist buckled tights, and sleeveless crop top hoodie. I also wanted to pay homage to previous designs."
Haydn | @/ThatsSoHaydn
"I had but one simple thought: What if the Soul Sword was a rapier? And thus fencing Magik was born. I wanted the geometric shapes of the dark bodysuit to contrast with the curves of the golden armor, whilst still adding a little magic and mystery with her cloak and mask. "
Dale Yaddow | @/DaleYaddow
Version 1 "The Savage Magik".
Having been stripped of her magical knowledge, Illyana Rasputin hunts down various enchanted artifacts to replace what she's lost. Becoming desperate she seems to be willing to steal and sometimes kill to get these talismans. Among these are the Soul Dagger of Pixie, the medallion of Daimon Hellstrom, Holy bands from "Heven" and a cursed skull from an alternate version of Lockheed.
Version 2 "Mistress Magik"
This is an older more seductive Magik that's been corrupted by the
influence of Selene and embraced her sensuality, opening up a whole new avenue of mystical arts that she hadn't dared explore before. She now uses her SoulSword to capture the essences of her foes and much like Selene feeds on them keeping her young and vital.
Version 3 "Magik, Queen of Hell"
Many questioned the logic of Magik giving Limbo to Madelyne Prior but the end game has been revealed. Illyana allowed Madelyne to tether her magic to Limbo, knowing eventually "Maddie" would get greedy and begin bringing more power to that dimension. With a carefully hidden clause in the Limbo transference spell Magik takes back Limbo and all the power within it and successfully overthrows all the Hell Lords, unifying the many dreaded dimensions under one fearsome rule, hers.
Anthony Ruiz | @/thwwipstickers
"Almost as soon as Magik was decided on for this design challenges I had two ideas strike me simultaneously ... The first of those ideas was the image of Illyana as a 90's Riot(ish) on the cover of a Magazine. I wanted to give her an edgy grungy vibe but still pay homage to her Demonic nature.
Shortly after Finishing my first Design I just knew I had to make my second idea come to life.
What if Illyana was an Anime Mech Pilot and Wore a Plugsuit... thats it... thats the idea. I really wanted to strike the Balance between Anime Plugsuit but still being noticeably Magik and X-men.
I kept the Bright yellow Color scheme with hints of black and red and chose to interpret her Armored arm into a Mechanized oversize cybernetic arm that helps fuel her Plasma Powered Soul sword that springs forth from her Gauntlet."
Isaiah Cox | @/isaiahbeenlost
"When designing my Magik look, I wanted to expand on ideas I had when drawing her a couple years ago by keeping her look sleek, yet scary stylish! So, I referenced a lot of Castlevania and Yoshiaki Kawajiri designs to get that cool anime look for her down! I plucked some fashion inspirations for the costume from places like: Mugler, Alexander McQueen, LaQuan Smith, JRPG rogues and medieval accessories! And for her new soul sword, I decided to give her an Odachi because since she already lived her Cloud Strife fantasy starting from the Bendis-era, I thought it was time for her to live her Sephiroth moment with this giant Japanese sword!"
David J Hughes | @/0ddeity
"I think with Magik I started out pretty traditional for her. Then I got to thinking our Russian Queen deserves a Mugler-esque fit. I wanted to go down the knight or warrior route, but then I thought ‘What If’ this was an AU Illyana raised by Patch and she got all of Logan’s training rather than Kitty and Jubilee, or, alongside them. So, bham, Oni-demon menpo mask and samurai elements on top of the Mugler flair."
Fleshmonk | @/fleshmonk
"Went through a bunch of design iterations, but settled on this cool plasticky vinyl plugsuit like version of Magik. I gave her a bob to mature her a bit and to move her towards a new silhouette."
Joshua Bruckner | @/joshingtonbear
"I took a bit from Magik's more armored designs, which I've always liked the most, and her goth jock aesthetic, and blended them. I rejected the Bachalo booty shorts in favor of a skirt, which gives her a bit of a 'cheerleader from hell' look."
Seye Sanyaolu | @/seye_art
"My intention for this redesign was Magik in a very dystopian future and so I imagined a 3/4 darkchylde Illyana that is in control of her self and powers (although almost lost it). In this future, most of the X-Men are gone and Illyana keeps a worn and frayed X-jacket on for the nostalgia :’)"
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Do you have any tips on how to name a story/book? Bc I’m really struggling to come up with something good
Book Title Ideas!!
Fantasy Book Titles
"The Chronicles of Eldoria"
"Realm of the Shadow King"
"Echoes of the Lost Kingdom"
"The Crystal Throne"
"Legends of the Eternal Dragon"
"The Hitman's Apprentice"
"Sorcery of the Silver Moon"
"Beyond the Enchanted Forest"
"Tales of the Arcane Isles"
"The Last Guardian of Light"
"Crown of the Winter Realm"
"The Fireborn Chronicles"
"Winds of the Wandering Mage"
"Secrets of the Starlit Citadel"
"The Frost Queen's Curse"
"Whispers from the Ancient Tome"
"Sword of the Celestial Knight"
"The Phoenix's Prophecy"
"Echoes of Eternity"
"The Shadow's Embrace"
Romance Book Titles
"Swiping Right"
"Romantic Vibes Only"
"Coffee Shop Confessions"
"The Social Media Sweetheart"
"Chasing Sunsets"
"Love Notes and Lattes"
"Lost in Translation"
"The Dating App Dilemma"
"Love in the Fast Lane"
"City Lights and Romance"
"Instant Chemistry"
"The Modern Love Story"
"Love in the Clouds"
"Swipe Left for Heartache"
"Heartstrings and Harmony"
Mystery Novel Titles
"The Enigma of Midnight Manor"
"Murder on the Moors"
"Whispers in the Shadows"
"The Secret of Willow Creek"
"Death at Darkwater Bay"
"The Puzzle of the Poisoned Pen"
"Ghosts of Greyhill Mansion"
"Vanishing at Verona Villa"
"The Mystery of Moonstone Manor"
"Murder in the Misty Woods"
"The Case of the Crimson Cipher"
"The Secret of Sapphire Springs"
"The Silent Suspect"
"Echoes of the Old Mill"
"A Lethal Legacy"
"The Mystery of Midnight Hollow"
"Murder Among the Magnolias"
"The Cryptic Conundrum"
"The Haunting of Hawthorn House"
"Deadly Deception in Dahlia Valley"
YA Novel Titles
"The Echoes Between Us"
"Invisible Constellations"
"Catching Shadows"
"Threads of Serendipity"
"Bloom and Blossom"
"Growing Pains and Paper Planes"
"Dandelions in the Wind"
"Whispers in the Quiet Hours"
"Crossroads of Everlasting Echoes"
"Forgotten Names"
"The Color of Tomorrow"
"Redefining Normal"
"Footprints in the Sand"
"The Art of Glowing Up"
Paranormal Book Titles
"Mystic Bonds"
"Wolfblood Chronicles"
"Twilight's Enchantment"
"Soulbound Serenade"
"Nightfall Destiny"
"Nightshade Kisses"
"The Crimson Courtship"
"Bloodbound: A Tale of Moonlit Passion"
"Witchcraft and Whispers"
"Enchantress' Embrace"
"Heartbeat Hex"
"Welcome to the Coven of Desire"
"A Moonlit Affair"
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Hey, I dunno if your still taking requests but I have one!
What about s/o having hair like Entrapta's from She-Ra? I would love to see how they would react to their s/o with that!
Hello, I'm sorry for the long wait! I'm finally getting around to answering old requests, before opening new ones.
I haven't seen She-Ra, but I did look Entrapta up, so I hope I haven't gotten anything wrong!
Neon Leon
Leo is both insanely fascinated over your hair-
But also, very very terrified at first.
Remember when Leo wore that blond wig that ended up being completely and utterly evil??
Leo does.
Leo has flashbacks of this when he first sees you using your hair to grab a mug off the counter that was just out of hands reach.
May or may not have screamed.
"S/o, I don't mean to freak you out but- YOUR HAIR IS CURSED!"
"What- wait no it's just-"
"Don't worry- I got this!" he says, as he whips out his sword
Cue panicked screaming from everyone in the room as Leo attempts to 'save' you
He really thought you were in danger okay-
After managing to convince Leo to not chop off your hair,
You have to explain to him that your hair isn't actually cursed by some weird dude looking to steal stuff
"I was born like this, I can just make my hair move and stuff."
Cue Leo's suspicious squinting.
He does believe you! He just cant help peaking around corners detective style to spy on your hair at first.
Once he gets use to it tho, he's got to admit, having hair you can use to grab things jussst barely out of reach is amazing!
His jaw drops when he realizes you can fight using your hair too-
Your hair wraps around a rather slippery warthog mutant and launches him several feet away
Leo is staring in shock and possible fear
They'd been trying to get a hold on that mutant for ages, and you just managed to grab him no problem???
And launch him like a soft ball???????
Mad respect
Enchanted/cursed hair or not, Leo's just glad it's not using you for evil!
Plus, you seem to be having fun, so he's cool with it now.
Don Tron
Donnie's insanely curious about your hair
Absolutely runs some tests and experiments (with your permission ofc)
He's seen you lift mugs and smaller objects-
But what's the weight limit???
Is it like a muscle that can be trained to lift more over time????
Is it possibly sentient?!
You let him come up with new theories
But as soon as the conspiracy board and red strings come out,
You're lifting him with your hair and carrying him away for a break.
He loves when you help him out in the lab
Using your hair to grab and hold tools or parts
It's similar to using his spider arms, but 10x better since it's his s/o helping him.
Your hair also inspires him to make a different version of his spider arm battle shell-
This one using a more fluid movement to match your hair!
He lowkey looks like Doc Oc...
Villains do their best to avoid you both
Having one person who can grab and yeet them away was bad enough-
But now there's two??????
They are sprinting as fast as they can
Not fast enough though!
You're able to use your hair to grab and swing from walls, catching up to villains with ease
Donnie's impressed, you didn't even need a tracking device!
You two also found out another trick you could do,
You're able to use your hair as a extra set of arms- so you both came to a realization
You could use your hair to hold more controllers.
You two need an extra player???
Bam, you're holding two more controllers
Donnie cackles manically every time you two score extra points using this method
Is it technically cheating????
Maybe
You can't deny it takes a lot of skill and practice to do though, so who cares?
Not you and Donnie, that's who!
Mystic Mike
:0 !!!
Your hair can move?!?!
Please please show him what you can do!
Absolutely loves seeing all your tricks
From lifting a mug, to scaling a building-
He thinks you and your hair are awesome!!
One day, he's literally in the middle of talking to you when he interrupts his own sentence in a huge realization-
"So then I chased them down on the shells hogs and- WAIT WAIT HOLD THE PHONE-"
"Holding."
"NOW ANSWER IT!"
"Hellooo?"
"You can use your hair to paint!!!!"
Cue both of you jumping up and sprinting to his room
You can, in fact, use your hair to paint!
Whether it be using your actual hair as a paintbrush,
Or holding multiple brushes and items at once!
It makes art time ten times more efficient- but also extremely chaotic
Sure, now you both have easy access to art materials, but now your hair can literally spin everything
The guys entered the living room one day and saw it absolutely covered in buckets of paint
You are now banned from holding stain causing items in the common areas and Donnie's lab.
When you two go fight together
Mikey quickly learns that you can use your hair to help climb and scale buildings
Which leads to you crawling upside down on a ceiling at full speed, with Mikey floating beside you, at enemies
There are high pitched shrieks whenever you join the battle
You may or may not be a local cryptid now.
"S/O, they're calling you a spider mutant!"
"Nice."
Big Red
Like Leo,
Raph also thinks your hair is alive
Though, he's more concerned than fearful
If your hair is alive, then should he ask it if he can pat your head??
You reassure him that your hair is not alive or sentient
He's still wary about it though
Definitely gives it suspicious looks when you're not looking just to test it
When you catch onto this though, you start moving your hair 'without your knowledge' just to play around
Raph shrieks
"I KNEW IT!!!"
You'll have to explain that you were just pranking him lmao
He does realize that your hair isn't alive eventually though.
Is genuinely impressed by what your hair can do
Especially when he realizes you can lift heavier objects too
If you're able to lift him with your hair, he'll scream
Definitely has a fanboy moment
"WHAT!? How is it so strong?!?"
Even if you can't lift him with your hair,
He's still impressed!
Throughout the day, you'll use your hair to grab things that are out of reach and hand it to him
Usually it's subconscious,
Like when he just barely got into a comfy spot after a long patrol and realizes his phone is just out of reach
You grab it and hand it to him offhandedly
Or when he's sleeping and the blanket slips off, you'll reach around to pull it back up and make sure he's covered
He appreciates these little gestures so much
Absolutely warms his heart and makes him a little misty eyed.
During battle,
He sees you literally form a fist shape with your hair and deck a rather aggressive yokai right in the face,
Sending them flying down the street
Raph will stop and stare in awe
"Woah!! S/O that's amazing!"
He's so proud of you
Then he realizes the hidden city police are making their way towards the two of you
Cue both of you hauling it towards the nearest portal
"GO GO GO!"
"I CAN'T GO BACK TO JAIL!"
Hey everyone, I'm going through my old requests and writing them. I can't promise I'll get to all of them, but I'll do my best when I have time!
Sorry for the huge wait, life got crazy
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Firm believer that weaponry makes for the perfect wedding gift.
Appliances? Unwieldy. Flowers? Short-lived, fragile.
A knife is so much more poetic. Personal. Defends your home, defends your honor.
The ceremony of the occasion only adds to the mysticism. Ties it to the family name. Will it be blessed? Cursed? Passed down the generations? Locked away after a tragic maiming or demise? A... disappearance?
It's the gift that will not stop giving. Love that. Sword for you
#Everyone I have ever loved has received a knife at some point#What happens next is up to you!#Magical#My first father still has the dagger my mother gave him#She's crazy and so am I
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Character Peek
Vessel of the Light Force
Since there has been a lot of time going into the main character art posts, I've decided to do these to at least get some consistent posting in the meantime! :) Closeups and more details under "read more." Click them for better quality!
Her Radiance, Princess Zelda. This is the princess seen in the stained glass windows of Minish Cap, paired with the Hero of Men seen in the prologue. Along with being a princess, she takes on a priestess sort of role in her Hyrule (which is young, and although prosperous is very set back in terms of development thanks to the Era of Chaos). She is the daughter of King Gustaf. Her mother was from the Wind Tribe; Zelda originally had her red hair, but it was turned golden by absorbing the Light Force. Her birthday is April 28th.
Amidst the Era of Chaos, when Demise's armies resurfaced in vengeance for their fallen monster, she was overheard pleading for guidance by the Picori on the other side of a hidden, mystical door. They revealed themselves to her (it was believed that they were creations of Hylia in her era, so they believed a descendant could see them - and she could)! They pledged to help the people of Hyrule in their darkest hour, and Zelda has been an ambassador to them ever since. She is close friends with some of the Minish who have decided to stay.
With her help, the descended Minish crafted the Picori Blade with the inspiration of the ancient Goddess Sword, intended to vanquish the evil in the same way. They sought a hero to wield both it and the Light Force, a pure embodiment of their realm's energy. Zelda was chosen to protect it after the war's end, as her divine blood made her capable of doing so. Her absorbing the Light Force is actually what made Hylia's bloodline (her reincarnations) from then on capable of wielding her ethereal power even without the use of a relic.
She will not appear as often as her counterparts, but she plays a vital role in understanding the history of early Hyrule and the legacy of the Picori Blade. (For example, fashions! The wing accessories in her hair are meant to resemble lesser versions of Hylia's wings, and her casual clothes ended up inspiring the dresses of other toon counterparts).
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In Another Life follows a fued of the Goddesses. Tired of the cycle caused by Demise's Curse, the three come to an agreement: they will break the boundaries of space and time and allow the fued to be settled by their Champions. If one seeking destruction, chosen by Din, holds victory, then the world will be erased and built again without the demon's influence. If the heroes blessed by Farore and the princess blessed by Nayru succeed in returning their foe to their seal, then the world will live on. Farore hopes too to end the cycle, but Nayru believes it not to be her place.
The eternal bond between Hylia and her chosen hero will be tested as Hyrule's branches in history reach out to them through broken mirrors. They have found each other in every lifetime - but will their unbreakable connection be enough to save existence itself?
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You are an ancient, sentient cursed sword known for corrupting even the most valiant and well-intentioned of heroes. However, you cannot corrupt the most recent hero whose hands you have fallen into - not because of their purity of heart, but because of their incorruptible cynicism.
Prompt courtesy of @writing-prompt-s
The Wielder was silent - too silent - during the planning meeting. So Gleamsteel held its thoughts to itself too, and was not surprised at the council's close when the Wielder walked off not to dinner at the campfire but to an empty grove where they drew Gleamsteel and opened their mind willingly.
I need your help, the Wielder thought, stepping smoothly through the first practice sequence. We can break through the tower defense, but once we do there's no way we can stop the sorcerer's ritual and save the princess. Am I wrong?
Gleamsteel thrummed. It's a one in a million shot... it ventured.
The Wielder didn't laugh out loud, but Gleamsteel could hear the tired scoff down their mystical connection. That's what I thought. Okay. They shifted into the second form. Okay. The princess has to die, and it has to look unequivocally like the sorcerer's fault.
Holy shit, Gleamsteel articulated before it could stop itself.
This time the Wielder did sigh out loud. It's not personal. I feel bad for her. I'd save her if we could. But she's just one person, and if that ritual goes off everyone in seven leagues dies. They cut downwards with extra venom. That's not a balanced risk, not for someone just because they have sentimental, maybe symbolic value to the king.
Hm. Gleamsteel pushed its tendrils towards that disgust. Such a selfish order, to put countless other sons and daughters at risk to save his own -
Knock it off. The Wielder straightened out of their form, swishing Gleamsteel's tip down into the dry dust. I told you I don't want to be king and I don't want to be a king maker. Stop with the creepy whispers or it's right into the bin with you when this is down.
Then what do you want?, Gleamsteel snapped. You don't want fame -
Crowd loves to see yesterday's hero fall, the Wielder said, spinning the sword in their hand and slicing through a theoretical foe.
You don't want power -
Ugh. What would I do with it? Make things worse?
You want wealth? Riches?
The Wielder ended the sequence not with a flourish, but with a perfectly controlled thrust. You know my terms. I want my due, and I want to walk away alive. You help me and I'll help you get into the hands of someone more, ah, amenable. Isn't that what you want?
Gleamsteel simmered with rage. How are you... Why won't you let me help you? You must want something!
Momma always said look out for them insisting on giving you something for free. The Wielder stuck Gleamsteel into the soft grass under an oak tree, picked up their flask of water and drank deeply. 'Cause that only means they're hiding the cost until its too late.
If Gleamsteel had lungs and teeth it would've snarled.
Stay focused here. The Wielder crouched beside the blade. Tower. Defense. Princess. Ritual.
"Chosen One?" Came an uncertain voice. "You all right?"
The Wielder stood swiftly, seized their sword and sheathed it, giving a reassuring nod to their companion. "Clearing my head. Big day tomorrow, eh?"
"Indeed," the companion said, clearly relieved to be in the Wielder's presence. But Gleamsteel felt their eyes cut to the hilt, felt the threads of doubt and the hunger to be chosen themselves...
That one, Gleamsteel whispered to the Wielder. I'll get you through tomorrow and you'll give me to this one as my next Wielder.
Done, the Wielder said immediately and clapped their friend on the shoulder to go with them to dinner.
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!!!~Fic Recs~!!! (Pt. II)
Here is a follow-up to my last post of Fic Recs (in which I listed my favorite completed multi-chapter ROTTMNT fics).
In this post I'll be recommending ongoing multi-chapter fics. In no particular order, here they are:
There Must Be Something in the Water by Filsamek
-This fic has been such a delight to read. The premise is interesting and even chilling, and the ways in which the turtles have to puzzle out how to solve the problem at hand has been exciting to follow along with. Very interested to see how the conflict will be resolved and what further Mystic concepts the author will introduce!
Blood, Water, and Thicker Things by JumpingInMuddyPuddles
-While this fic has but 4 chapters thus far, I am absolutely psyched for future updates! This is, in a way, a "sick fic" but combined with Leo pushing his needs aside and facing imminent danger while suffering AND featuring a Leo-Donnie team-up mystery with action and high-stakes...! In the words of Donnie in Lair Games: Nom nom. Nomnomnom.
The Old College Try by theashemarie @theashemarie
-There is just something about this fic that grips me in such a way that it almost hurts to discuss. Leo's characterization feels very accurate and very real, and somehow the ways in which he struggles with his identity in general as well as his identity surrounding intelligence/academia really hit me in the heart. I don't know if it's because I already relate to Leo so much, or if its because of my own (academic) experience of feeling like no one will take me seriously and having that odd and alienating (ADHD-related no doubt) infantalization grate on me, but... the ways in which Leo has to confront his relationship with his place on the team, the character he plays, his true interests and passions, and his relationship with his brother who has claimed the title of "the intelligent one" is hard-hitting. Add to that the struggles of humanity/fitting in with society, of the seemingly inherent selfishness of valuing your own pursuits despite risks or pitfalls therein... the tension is amazing. Oh, did I mention-- this is about Leo and Donnie going to university lmao. But its actually also about so much more, as you can see... Overall: this author is a master of character depiction and I cannot wait to see how the rest of the story unfolds...! Donnie in this fic is also so wonderfully rendered. Best of all are Leo and Donnie's interactions in such a foreign setting, and them having to (re-)learn to navigate one another's feelings this new environment brings out. Ah! Good, good stuff. And if that does not convince you, there's also action, a prominent villain, impossible choices....!
All the Ashes in My Wake by paperxcrowns @crows-murder
-Ooh, I can just tell this one is setting up to be some serious Leo angsting. The premise works so well, and I'm eagerly awaiting for that moment when Leo can no longer keep hiding things from his brothers and the dam breaks. The suspense of wondering how that's going to happen is so, so good. Also, insane dramatic irony that is causing sooo much angst. Leo's brothers hurting him/unknowingly forcing him to do things because of a curse... Dramatic! Irony! Delicious.
Last Grain of Sand in the Hourglass by TjLockticon @last-hourglass
-This fic is a sort of alternate take on the ending of the movie, wherein Leo stays trapped in the prison dimension, but not because Mikey's portal failed– rather, because it brought Future Leo back to the past instead. The ensuing chaos and angst is really well-done, and my favorite parts were actually how each brother came to terms with the situation and how to react around this version of their brother, all while their 'true' brother is still trapped and suffering. The chapters with Present Leo in the prison dimension are a really unique take on his experience there. Another thing I found very intriguing is how Leo's Mystic powers and his swords are included in the plot. I'm looking forward to seeing what further angst lays ahead and how the author chooses to resolve the complexities of feeling introduced with the bros getting attached to Future Leo and also Casey's suffering at the idea that this situation cannot endure, and he will lose his sensei all over again. Wild!!
Alpha Stage by snailsnaps @snailsnaps
-Oh I have so much to say about this fic. The premise is so heart-wrenching and interesting, and scratches that itch (in a way) of having had the planned turtle tots episode canceled. And yet, Donnie is still totally himself, mentally, despite being tot-sized. What is a total delight is the art in this fic. Each illustration is so charming and impeccable and adds to much to the story. I keep coming back to it, and I'm excited to see where the author takes the narrative!
The Same Little Faces by awkwardusagi
-This fic also scratches the itch of the canceled turtle tot episode, but the focus on this one is particularly on Leo being turned back into a tot! I love this take because the author explores the dynamic between Mikey getting to be a big bro for the first time, Donnie and Raph witnessing this, and Splinter giving all of them tips and tricks he knows about how to wrangle hyperactive turtle mutant babies. It also has the interesting and really innovative idea that tot Leo retains the memories and experiences of teenage Leo in his subconscious, and this plays a significant role in the plot. I won't say much more, but the cast of characters and how they slot into the big kerfuffle at hand is also so fun! Particularly my favorite Hippo and Worm duo... and Señor Hueso! The relationships explored are so captivating and heart-wrenching in their tenderness. Leo's insecurities manifested in the form of a turtle tot who cannot hide away their pain from their family... ahhh! It's overall super fun and super sweet and I felt so gripped by the narrative. I'm really interested to see how the author will resolve the conflict!
I May Be Invisible, but I Still Look Good by Dandy @dandylovesturtles
-Ohhhh my gosh, where to even begin with this fic... It follows Leo's (mis)adventures dealing with a Mystic curse that renders him invisible, intangible, and inaudible. I feel like I can't say much about the plot because I don't want to spoil the experience of reading it– each installment of puzzle-solving regarding Leo's curse is so unique and intense and gratifying to experience, so I won't go into too much detail. Leo's characterization is so wonderful and feels so real. His thoughts and reactions and struggles and how he chooses to endure them and cope with them is just... so Leo. Which means that there is a lot of silent suffering, of course! We love to see it. (I'll also briefly note that this extends to all the brothers! I just mention Leo particularly because we are in his head.) The author's ability to depict Leo's panic attacks and dissociation is my favorite I've encountered. It's also, of course, entirely heartbreaking to read. The enemies and the Mystic curse are incredibly engaging as well; they feel very much like classic fantasy adventure obstacles/antagonists that I used to read as a child, which is such a fun thing in the setting of Rise, and fits in very well. It's so believable within the universe. I'm super excited to see how the breaking of the curse will play out! I've probably re-read the fic in its entirety 2-3 times now, and each time it was equally as engrossing. Not only that– the author is such a master that I've noticed foreshadowing interlaced throughout, and that has been such a delight! This fic inspires me, and invigorates me, and leaves me wanting to read basically anything else from the author. I cannot recommend it enough!
Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis by a_platypus
-This fic includes Future Leo being transplanted into the past, but his meeting with the turtles and April and Casey as well as the circumstances surrounding his presence are not so innocent. The tension and dramatic irony created by this set-up are gripping and exciting. And kinda makes me wanna smack a Leo (or two). The dialogue and relationships are so well-written, and the pacing is really nice. Everything feels very in-character and believable and intense. Also, just an aside, but the interactions between Present Leo and Future Leo feel so believable, and the way they change how they relate to one another over time feels very organic and natural. It's handled and presented very well, and is one of the central reasons I'm excited to see how the plot progresses moving forward.
The Aftermath by Starrcrossrose
-This fic is set post-movie, and focuses on the healing process Leo (and the others) have to undergo, and all the complicated emotions involved. There's particular emphasis on the relationship between Leo and Donnie. The author does an amazing job showing the reader what is going through both their heads and how they're struggling under the burden of Leo's decision to sacrifice himself, as well as the circumstances surrounding this (namely, Leo's mental health). It's heart-wrenching to see them both struggle under this burden and knowledge, and even more so to witness how it drives a wedge between them. Another aspect of this fic that I love is the angst surrounding the idea that Leo is doing all he can to cope and to heal, but his family is so worried and so anxious for him that they push him to recover more quickly, and this actually ends up complicating things and even making things harder for Leo. The frustration is real! The depiction of a well-meaning family making a suffering family member feel even more isolated, ironically, feels very realistic and therefore all the more maddening and heartbreaking. The recent chapters made me have to go and like. Lie down. It's that intense. And that good.
As before, I did my best to figure out which authors have accounts on here and tag them, but if I've missed you/you know the author's @, please let me know and I'll update the post!
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2018#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fics#rottmnt fic recs#fic recs#tmnt fics#tmnt fic recs
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Drow Name Tables
Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.
These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.
EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.
Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning
Akor/Alak beloved, best, first
Alaun/Alton lightning, powerful
Aly/Kel legendary, singing, song
Ang/Adin beast, monstrous, savage
Ardul/Amal blessed, divine, godly
Aun/Ant crypt, dead, deadly, death
Bae/Bar fate, fated, luck, lucky
Bal/Bel burned, burning, fire, flame
Belar/Bruh arrow, lance, piercing
Briz/Berg graceful, fluid, like water
Bur/Bhin craft, crafty, sly
Chal/Chasz earth, stable
Char/Kron sick, venom, venomed
Chess/Cal noble, lady/lord
Dhaun infested, plague
Dil/Dur cold, ice, still
Dirz/Div dream, dreaming, fantasy
Dris/Riz ash, dawn, east, eastern
Eclav/Elk chaos, mad, madness
Elvan/Kalan elf, elven, far, lost
Elv/Elaug drow, mage, power
Erel/Rhyl eye, moon, spy
Ethe/Erth mithril, resolute
Faer/Selds oath, sworn, vow
Felyn/Fil pale, thin, weak, white
Filf/Phar dwarf, dwarven, treacherous
Gauss/Orgoll dread, fear, feared, vile
G'eld friend, spider
Ghuan accursed, curse, unlucky
Gin/Din berserk, berserker, orc, wild
Grey/Gul ghost, pale, unliving
Hael/Hatch marked, trail, way
Hal/Sol deft, nimble, spider-like
Houn/Rik magic, ring, staff
Iiv/Dip liege, war, warrior
Iim life, living, spirit, soul
Illiam/Im devoted, heart, love
In/Sorn enchanted, spell
Ilph emerald, green, lush, tree
Irae/Ilzt arcane, mystic, wizard
Irr/Izz hidden, mask, masked
Iym/Ist endless, immortal
Jan/Duag shield, warded
Jhael/Gel ambitious, clan, kin, family
Jhul/Jar charmed, rune, symbol
Jys/Driz hard, steel, unyielding
Lael/Llt iron, west, western
Lar/Les binding, bound, law, lawful
LiNeer/Mourn legend, legendary, mythical
Lird/Ryld brand, branded, owned, slave
Lua/Lyme bright, crystal, light
Mal/Malag mystery, secret
May/Mas beautiful, beauty, silver
Micar lost, poison, widow
Min/Ran lesser, minor, second
Mol/Go blue, storm, thunder, wind
Myr/Nym lost, skeleton, skull
Nath/Mer doom, doomed, fate
Ned/Nad cunning, genius, mind, thought
Nhil/Nal fear, gorrible, horror, outraged
Neer core, root, strong
Null/Nil sad, tear, weeping
Olor/Omar skin, tattoo, tattooed
Pellan/Relon north, platiunum, wind
Phaer/Vorn honor, honored
Phyr/Phyx bless, blessed, blessing
Qualn/Quil mighty, ocean, sea
Quar aged, eternal, time
Quav/Quev charmed, docile, friend
Qil/Quil foe, goblin, slave
Rauv/Welv cave, rock, stone
Ril/Ryl foretold, omen
Sbat/Szor amber, yellow
Sab/Tsab abyss, empty, void
Shi'n/Kren fool, foolish, young
Shri/Ssz silk, silent
Shur/Shar dagger, edge, stiletto
Shynt invisible, skilled, unseen
Sin/Szin festival, joy, pleasure
Ssap/Tath blue, midnight, night
Susp/Spir learned, skilled, wise
Talab/Tluth burn, burning, fire
Tal/Tar love, pain, wound, wounded
Triel/Taz bat, winged
T'riss/Teb blade, sharp, sword
Ulvir/Uhls gold, golden, treasure
Umrae/Hurz faith, faithful, true
Vas/Vesz blood, bloody, flesh
Vic abyss, deep, profound
Vier/Val black, dark, darkness
Vlon/Wod bold, hero, heroic
Waer/Wehl deep, hidden, south, southern
Wuyon/Wruz humble, third, trivial
Xull/Url blooded, crimson, ruby
Xun demon, fiend, fiendish
Yas/Yaz riddle, spinning, thread, web
Zar/Zakn dusk, haunted, shadow
Zebey/Zek dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm
Zes/Zsz ancient, elder, respected
Zilv/Vuz forgotten, old, unknown
Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning
a/agh breaker, destruction, end, omega
ace/as savant, scholar, wizard
ae/aun dance, dancer, life, player
aer/d blood, blood of, heir
afae/afein bane, executioner, slayer
afay/aufein eyes, eyes of, seer
ala/launim healer, cleric
anna/erin advisor, counselor to
arra/atar queen/prince
aste bearer, keeper, slaver
avin/aonar guardian, guard, shield
ayne/al lunatic, maniac, manic, rage
baste/gloth path, walker
breena/antar matriach/patriarch, ruler
bryn/lyn agent, assassin, killer
cice/roos born of, child, young
cyrl/axle ally, companion, friend
da/daer illusionist, trickster
dia/drin rogue, stealer
diira/diirn initiate, sister/brother
dra/zar lover, match, mate
driira/driirn mother/father, teacher
dril/dorl knight, sword, warrior
e servant, slave, vessel
eari/erd giver, god, patron
eyl archer, arrow, flight, flyer
ffyn/fein minstrel, singer, song
fryn champion, victor, weapon, weapon of
iara/ica baron, duke, lady/lord
ice/eth obsession, taker, taken
idil/imar alpha, beginning, creator of, maker
iira/inid harbinger, herald
inidia secret, wall, warder
inil/in lady/lord, rider, steed
intra envoy, messenger, prophet
isstra/atlab acolyte, apprentice, student
ithra/irahc dragon, serpent, wyrm
jra/gos beast, biter, stinger
jss scout, stalker
kacha/kah beauty, hair, style
kiira/raen apostle, disciple
lay/dyn flight, flyer, wing, wings
lara/aghar cynic, death, end, victim
lin arm, armor, commander
lochar messenger, spider
mice/myr bone, bones, necromancer, witch
mur'ss shadow, spy, witness
na/nar adept, ghost, spirit
nilee/olil corpse, disease, ravager
niss/nozz chance, gambler, game
nitra/net kicker, returned, risen
nolu art, artist, expert, treasure
olin ascension, love, lover, lust
onia/onim rod, staff, token, wand
oyss/omph binder, judge, law, prison
qualyn ally, caller, kin
quarra/net horde, host, legion
quiri/oj aura, cloak, hide, skin
ra/or fool, game, prey, quarry
rae/rar secret, seeker, quest
raema/orvir crafter, fist, hand
raena/olvir center, haven, home
riia/rak enchanter, mage, spellcaster
ril bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw
riina/ree enchanter, mage, spellcaster
ryna/oyn follower, hired, mercenary
ryne/ryn blooded, elder, experienced
shalee/ral abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher
ssysn/rysn artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell
stin/trin clan, house, merchant, of the house
stra/tran spider, spinner, weaver
tana/ton darkness, lurker, prowler
thara/tar glyph, marker, rune
thrae/olg charmer, leader, seducer
tree/tel exile, loner, outcast, pariah
tyrr dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion
ual/dan speed, strider
ue/dor arm, artisan, fingers
uit/dar breath, voice, word
une/diin diviner, fate, future, oracle
uque cavern, digger, mole, tunnel
urra/dax nomad, renegade, wanderer
va/ven comrade, honor, honored
vayas forge, forger, hammer, smith
vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot
vyrae/vyr mistress/master, overseer
wae/hrae heir, inheritor, princess
wiira/hriir seneschal of, steward
wyss/hrys best, creator, starter
xae/zaer orb, rank, ruler, sceptor
xena/zen cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler
xyra/zyr sage, teller
yl drow, woman/man
ylene/yln handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth
ymma/inyon drider, feet, foot, runner
ynda/yrd captain, custodian, marshal, ranger
ynrae/yraen heretic, rebel, riot, void
vrae architect, founder, mason
yrr protector, rival, wielder
zyne/zt finder, hunter
House Name Prefixes - Meaning
Alean the noble line of
Ale traders in
Arab daughters of
Arken mages of
Auvry blood of the
Baen blessed by
Barri spawn of
Cladd warriors from
Desp victors of
De champions of
Do' walkers in
Eils lands of
Everh the caverns of
Fre friends of
Gode clan of
Helvi those above
Hla seers of
Hun' the sisterhood of
Ken sworn to
Kil people of
Mae raiders from
Mel mothers of
My honored of
Noqu sacred to
Orly guild of
Ouss heirs to
Rilyn house of
Teken' delvers in
Tor mistresses of
Zau children of
House Name Suffixes - Meaning
afin the web
ana the night
ani the widow
ar poison
arn fire
ate the way
ath the dragons
duis the whip
ervs the depths
ep the underdark
ett magic
ghym the forgotten ways
iryn history
lyl the blade
mtor the abyss
ndar black hearts
neld the arcane
rae fell powers
rahel the gods
rret the void
sek adamantite
th challenges
tlar mysteries
t'tar victory
tyl the pits
und the spider's kiss
urden the darkness
val silken weaver
viir dominance
zynge the ruins
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Mermay time >:3
Casteshipping au where Bakura was an infamous pirate captain who went down with his ship. Due to a cursed artefact present on his ship when he died, sometime after his death, he woke up on his ship as an aquatic humanoid. He never really leaves the ship or its general area and stays extremely territorial of it.
Enter a runaway (swimaway?) siren prince from Atlantis who has a Little Mermaid fascination with humans syndrome going on for him. He sneaks onto Bakura's ship, hoping to find some sort of exciting human regalia, only to be confronted by a very angry creature, pointing a sword at his neck. Bakura chases him around the ship, but unfortunately, due to the lack of a tail, he's considerably slower than the intruder.
Eventually, the siren starts taunting him and asking questions, which Bakura is very surprised to be able to understand (an effect of the curse). They end up talking, and the siren introduces himself as Atem. Bakura tells his story, which Atem finds really exciting, and he instantly develops a new special interest in piracy. They hang out for a while, and even after leaving, Atem stops by a lot to listen to more of the ex pirate captain's tales, given that he's not in one of his famous 'let's stab the pretty merguy' moods.
One day, Bakura ends up showing Atem the mysterious artefact that trapped him in the ocean, and Atem instantly recognises it as a lost divine treasure with mystical powers that is said to be from Poseidon himself. Atem tells him that supposedly it gives the wearer some sort of authority over the ocean and urges Bakura to put it on out of curiosity. Bakura does so with hesitation, and initially, nothing happens. After a few seconds of silence, though, the old ship suddenly starts shaking and moving. Atem and Bakura make it out on the deck, and they realise that the ship somehow started sailing underwater. Bakura wants to see how much control he can really exert over the ship, and he uses the currents to push it up to the surface.
Atem obviously falls on the floor because tail, but otherwise, he's extatic because he's technically never been this close to the sun. Bakura is also very appreciative of the sun, but now he doesn't really know what to do. Atem suggest that they just sail around for a while and see where the wind takes them. Bakura agrees and away they sail.
They end up rebuilding Bakura's old crew with other supernatural outcasts, and Atem discovers that he can make legs for himself. They go on fun vengeance adventures and treasure hunts, and they become the au's equivalent of the Flying Dutchman (I will come up with a name for their ship, I swear). Atem gets to live out his pirate fantasy away from the court, and Bakura gets over the betrayal of his old crew. They do an impromptu mid-fight marriage Pirates of Caribbean style, and they live happily ever after. The end :)
(Unless Atem's abandonment of his role as crown prince eventually comes to bite them back in the butt in the inevitable sequel.)
#yugioh#yugioh dm#ygo dm#yugioh au#thief king bakura#bakura#atem#pharaoh atem#casteshipping#kingshipping#baka stuff#mermay
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Hit The Road
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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.
Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.
"A hunter shouldn't act with the heart instead of the head" said the leader of the hunters' clan, which gathers in a different town every six months. On the other hand, they also say that you shouldn't let a vampire take what's yours without a fight. Here you are, lost in a new town, hoping to find the one who took everything from you without even thinking about the consequences. The cursed one with blue eyes and fangs that can pierce even your soul.
You feel the weight of the leader's words as you wander through the new town, determined to find the blue-eyed vampire who took everything from you. Each step you take is laden with the determination to seek justice and reclaim what was lost. As night falls, you prepare for the impending battle, reminding yourself that as a hunter, your courage and determination are your greatest weapons against the shadows lurking in the darkness. You must kill Damon Salvatore at all costs. But you know you're going against your clan's rules. It's like a double-edged sword. You wound and will be wounded. Your clan is against hunting alone. Well, that's not the only reason your clan doesn't want you around anymore.
"Does anyone know where the hell I can find a man with blue eyes and a pretty shitty sense of humor?" You say as you enter a place called Mystic Grill. This small town seems like the type where everyone knows everyone.
"I think you're looking for Damon Salvatore. May I ask what you want with him?" A tall human with blonde hair speaks to me. He looks strangely ordinary.
"Just some personal matters with him. Nothing major." You reply to the tall blonde human, trying to sound casual despite your true intentions running much deeper. He looks at you for a moment, seemingly assessing your answer, before finally stepping away.
"I think he's big enough to take care of himself, but if you want, I can take you to him." What a kind person this is standing in front of you.
"Would you do me this favor?" You say, trying to feign friendliness, although something inside you has changed significantly. That repugnant vampire has changed you and simply left as if it meant nothing.
"Of course, you seem to need to settle something with him. Just need to grab my coat." The stranger picks up his coat from the chair and heads towards his car. It makes sense why the vampires here get along so well. A friendly face, and humans are already willing to help you. The car ride was quick enough that you didn't have to explain much about the reason for being in Mystic Falls.
"A piece of advice, talk to Stefan if you don't get what you want with Damon. Stefan tends to be more reasonable. Maybe even Elena. Right there at that mansion, you'll find what you're looking for." The man who identified himself as Matt during our journey became increasingly helpful to you.
"I appreciate the advice, and in return, I'll tell you, you should stop being so kind. People in general don't deserve that much kindness, especially people who stopped being human a while ago." You say as you look deeply into his eyes. If he doesn't take vervain, he'll probably take this advice to heart. He looks confused, but you're already in front of a mansion. I guess you've reached your destination. You grab the backpack you brought with you and bid farewell to the human.
You knock once, and there's no answer. How irritating it is to wait for someone to grant you entry. You knock again, still no response. How frustrating. You decide to try once more, knocking on the door with a bit more force. It's when you hear footsteps behind you.
"Can I help you?" Says a man behind you. He's so close that you end up attacking him. He's definitely not human, but he's not Damon either. He falls to the ground, unfazed due to his supernatural nature. I bet he's a vampire. Perhaps he's the reasonable one Matt was talking about.
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being caught off guard. Need a hand getting up?" You say, reaching out to the stranger who is still on the ground.
"You almost offend me by offering help, but thank you for the consideration. If you don't mind, I'll savor my humiliation a little longer." He replies.
"Is it humiliation because I brought you down, or because you're still on the ground?" You don't want to gloat over other people's misfortunes, but you end up smiling.
"Humiliation because I was brought down, of course." He retorts with a hint of sarcasm.
"Don't feel bad, it happens to the best of us. I heard the more recent the transformation, the more ruthless you become. Or maybe not. Are you sure you don't want help?" You say as you watch him slowly get up. You can bet he hasn't fed in a while.
"You couldn't have come here just to make me fall at your feet, what brought you here?" He says looking at you, it seems like he doesn't find it strange that I talk about vampirism so casually.
"Indeed, it was a man named Matt, but my goal here is to reunite with an old friend." You say as you intertwine your arms in front of your body. He seems to understand.
"What did Damon do this time?" He asks, as if he's already accustomed to seeing people looking for that idiot.
"I hope you won't be upset by what I'm about to do; it's nothing personal. I just need to get his attention and then I'll leave. Once I take from him what he took from me." You say as you take the stake from your backpack and drive it into the man in front of you. There's a bit of vervain on the tip of the stake, enough to incapacitate the vampire before you, but not to kill him. That's why you don't aim for his heart. I'll make Damon come to me no matter what it takes. Get ready, Salvatore. You've messed with the wrong hunter.
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