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Demon Twins AU Idea
(Got a little carried away, but here you go! Short version: while Damian learns from their father, Danyal is investigating the Fentons. They try to do a vivisection on Dami, and Danny is NOT having it. He goes a lil berserk)
When Damian al Ghoul is sent to learn from the Bat, Danyal is sent on a long-term undercover mission.
Two scientists, Doctors Jack and Madeline Fenton, had discovered a new type of Lazarus Water. Danyal was to be adopted and report back on the differences between the Pits and this “Ectoplasm.”
One day, just a year into his mission, Danyal is investigating the nonfunctional portal when a large bookshelf covered in various samples topples, forcing him to duck into the portal and, unfortunately, the “on” button.
Danyal al Ghoul, the Shield to the Heir of the Demon, dies.
When ghosts begin to come through the portal, Danyal fights them back with an ecto-scimitar and a quiet determination that the American Government discovers nothing about the paranormal invasions.
When the Fentons find out that Danny is a halfa they don’t rush in, they’ve seen Phantom fight. They bide their time, creating a ghost-specific poison of diluted blood blossoms, slipping it into his food.
Danyal realizes he’s been poisoned too late. (Damian would be disappointed)
When he comes to, he’s strapped to a metal table in flimsy paper clothes. He feels weak, like if he sat up he would pass out.
Jack and Madeline are standing above him.
“Look honeybun! It’s awake!”
“Thank you sweetie! Now,” Madeline says, “while I am impressed that you managed to pretend to be human for so long, you did make a mistake.” She smiled, turning to rip a sheet off of-
Damian.
(His twin, his brother. He looks like he has been dragged to hell and back already, bloodied and barely breathing.)
“You really shouldn’t have based your human form on a celebrity child.” She taps a finger to her chin, thinking, “The real question is who should we start with? The monster or the template?”
“I say start with the boy lovekins. I wanna know what made him easier to mimic than anyone else.”
When Madeline picks up a scalpel, Danyal glares.
When she walks towards Damien, his twin freezes.
When she moves to cut into his twin, all The Shield can see is green.
When it fades, he is clutching his Ahki to his chest in Nanda Parbat.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#demon twins#demon twins au#bamf!Danny Phantom#danny phantom#danny fenton#damian wayne#damian al ghul#danyal al ghul#tw: vivisection#also general violence#vivisection#vivisection au#Dami is The Sword#Danny is The Shield#basically Damian will rule the league#but Danyal will be just as important#danny protecc#he attacc#but most importantly#he has his brother’s back#Damian is older by two and a half minutes#worst 152 seconds of his life#pit affected danny phantom#pit rage
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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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Web Novel Weapon Tournament
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Xin Mo - Luo Binghe’s sword (Ver. 2: Electric Boogaloo - SVSSS)
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it is literally The web novel weapon??? like it’s the demon emperor’s golden finger that he found in the eternal abyss? it has fanon continuity points as well if you believe that the metal rod wei wuxian (MDZS) touches in the mouth of the turtle is either a previous or later form of xin mo. Xin Mo is soooooooo good that it had to fight itself at one point! XIN MO SUPREMACY !!!!!!!
Ruoye - Xie Lian’s spiritual device (TGCF)
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Ruoye is technically a demonic weapon or whatever as it doesn't need spiritual power to control, but that also might just be because it's sentient and has a will of it's own but is deeply loyal to Xie Lian obviously. Ruoye can extend REALLY far!!! And he can form protection barriers, and decapitate zombies, and chop vegetables. There's nothing this good bandage baby can't do!! Peak performance! AND it'll pretend to do a snake dance while Xie Lian plays an instrument while busking!! Isn't that adorable! Xie Lian wears it on his wrists usually, and sometimes Ruoye will like tighten or rub his wrists to express fear or comfort Xie Lian and its so cute. Ruoye is so good. Personally I think despite Ruoyes background being like. Horribly tragic, thats what makes it so Good. All that pain and suffering made this thing that ended up protecting Xie Lian all these 800 years. But I left it last in case it's too much. (tw suicide mention) Ruoye was created after being soaked in Xie Lian's blood when it was used to tie him up while various people stabbed him with a sword a hundred times. Then when he was able to return home, it was used by his parents to kill themselves for a variety of reasons we won't get into. Then, upon finding them, he tried to kill himself too. But his cursed shackles prevented his mortal body from dying, so when he died he just came back; he came back to a silk bandage that after taking the life of 2 royals, and being soaked in the blood of a royal and former god and stuff, it came to life!! With resentment technically. But he's a good boy.
E-ming - Hua Cheng’s cursed scimitar (TGCF)
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E-ming is the best boy. Hua Cheng forged his saber when he was defending humans who got caught in the middle of a big ghost battle for dominance, essentially. He dug out his cursed red eye and created E-ming from it. So his eye is on the pommel of the sword, right in the center above the handle, and it emotes!! When its happy, the eye curves into a crescent and it vibrates!!! It cries when Hua Cheng is mean to it in a fucked up sense of self loathing since his sword is born from him!! E-ming grows bigger when Xie Lian(Hua Cheng's god and eventual husband) kisses the blade, because silly erection joke! But also it begs Xie Lian for praise and attention because its BEST. BOY. Oh and I guess also the entirety of the heavens fears the cursed blade E-ming, which has the power to reopen any wounds its made an on an individual before. Just the thought of E-ming makes gods shake in their boots. But more importantly, he's best boy.
#xin mo#svsss#ruoye#eming#e ming#tgcf#mxtx#polls#wn weapon semifinals#web novel weapon tournament#queue
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Well
This idea has been in the works for long enough, so I think it’s about time I finally present it.
Fellas
The hyperfixation was too strong for me, and I decided to make something wonderful with it.
I present to all of you nutcases
SAMURAI JACK: DUO OF DOOM
An AU concept I’ve been refining for the past month or so that follows Demongo and Scaramouche as the main characters.
It takes place roughly a few decades after “Jack and the Baby,” but instead of following the timeline set up by season 5, I wanted to take the universe in a bit of a different direction
The AU is organized into 2 seasons, each having 13 episodes, JUST like the original show.
While not all 26 episodes have been fully fleshed out just yet, most of the crucial ones HAVE been, so I wish to share with you all what I have so far…
Season 1:
This season puts us in the shoes of Scaramouche, a full-time assassin looking to make it big.
While the job isn’t EXACTLY something he was passionate about, it pays the bills, so he decided not to be too choosy. He at least enjoys the fame that comes with it, even if his mechanical heart is still rooted in music.
However, he isn’t the only one looking to make it big in the assassination business.
There seems to be an entire group of assassins, a syndicate, who aren’t too happy about an “outsider” trudging through their terf, and they aim to put a stop to it.
While Scaramouche feels he is more than capable of handling these wannabes, one of his squabbles with them led to him stumbling upon a creature that proved to be quite a nuisance, a soul-eater who keeps swooping in and stealing his kills.
Even after the initial battle, this entity, Demongo, chooses to follow Scaramouche in his endeavors, certain that such a clumsy fool would lead the demon to more powerful warriors for him to imprison.
Episode 1 — After being cornered and losing the upper hand, Scaramouche is “saved” from being turned into scrap by Demongo, who steals the soul of the worn-out assassin to add to his ever-growing army.
Episode 2 — I don’t have anything specific planned for this episode outside of the two bickering for the majority of it and only coming to an agreement at the end of it: Demongo can take the souls of their bounties, and Scara will take the credit so he can get the money from it. Demmy doesn’t care about money anyway, so he’s fine with this outcome.
Episode 3 — While I don’t have the details down just yet, I have a few loose ideas for it. By now, Scara only has a boring-ass flute, a boring-ass scimitar, and a boring-ass knife, so Demmy decides to lead Scara to a place where he could get that pathetic little weapon of his upgraded. I can see Demmy picking a fight when he shouldn’t have, almost getting his ass beat when Scara saves him (the guy helps rank in the money, so why let him get squashed?).
By the end of the episode, Scara is worn the fuck out, and immediately assumes his soul was gonna get snatched by Demmy cause of it… but it doesn’t happen. Instead, Demmy just tells him to suck it up so they could get a move on. Demongo probably knew he could’ve easily taken Scara’s soul by now, but chose not to. Interesting…
Episode 4 — I don’t have anything for this episode yet.
Episode 5 — Ezekiel and Josephine Clench are the main antagonists of this episode, wanting to snatch a bounty from Scara and Demmy (the bounty probably being some poor passenger on a train, just so the setting can match the one the divorced couple originally appeared in). The only issue is Ezekiel and Josephine keep trying to betray the other to claim the bounty, which lead to both of their inevitable defeat. Even if they also have their disagreements, Scara and Demmy can at least recognize that working together certainly gave the two the upper hand, and squabbling like the Clenches was PROBABLY gonna get them killed as well. This is the point where the two start becoming decent friends.
Episode 6 — We get to see where exactly Scara has been crashing this whole time at the start of the episode, which is… a weirdly isolated lil home, something that certainly surprised Demongo, who assumed the big guy would be living a more social, lavish personal life. Regardless, since Demongo was entrusted to stay here to begin with, he decides to return the favor and try enchanting Scara’s scimitar to be a little more useful in battle, fucking up the entire thing thanks to Scaramouche running his mouth and scatting in the middle of all of it. The scimitar now only responds to his scatting SPECIFICALLY, which Scara doesn’t seem to mind, even if Demmy certainly does. Ah, and this is also the episode featuring two of my ocs, Spunk & Clunk, who are mainly there to encourage the two knuckleheads to try combining their fighting styles to get the upper hand & catch their opponents off guard.
Episode 7 — This is a filler episode where Scara decides to take Demongo with him to spend some extra cash they snagged. This is where Demongo has his first outfit change (since Scaramouche was not letting this fucker walk another step wearing nothing but a vampire cape). This is where Demongo gets acquainted with modern society, since bro knows jack-shit about it thanks to “growing up” in the Pit of Hate. Needless to say, bro quickly finds out he has a sweet tooth.
Episode 8 — The two are looking to find a way to enchant Scara’s prized flute as well so it can be used in battle. In trying to find the right place to get it enchanted (since Demmy doesn’t trust himself to not fuck shit up again after last time), they find themselves being stalked by someone hired by the syndicate to get rid of them. I like to think this mysterious person is Mira, the Princess looking to free her people. Perhaps she was promised a way to help her people by the head-honcho of the syndicate. Really, I just wanna use as many og characters as I can and make sure they’re used in meaningful ways... oh and the flute does get enchanted at the end. Forgot to mention that.
Episode 9 — This is another filler episode, cause I like the idea of Scara teaching Demmy how to properly dance and I wanna see that shit happen. I’m sure Demmy will find a way to make use of that talent in battle. At this point, the two have become VERY close, and Demmy has let himself loosen up quite a bit. I have nothing else figured out about this episode.
Episode 10 — This is a funny fuckin idea. Thanks to alcohol being flammable, I can absolutely see Demongo being a lightweight, so I’m thinking Scara makes the terrible mistake of taking Demmy to a tavern (probably the same tavern Da Samurai was seen in all those years ago). Thanks to his intoxication, Demmy gets the two of them in a shit-ton of trouble... There’s definitely a bar fight scene here, cause I think they’re funny.
I AM considering throwing a lil curveball in here at some point. Y’all familiar with the idea of being intoxicated makes ya more susceptible to talking about things and thoughts that you’d normally keep under wraps? I’m thinking about applying that here, where at the end of the episode, Demmy (still very much intoxicated) out of nowhere asks Scara why the big guy is being so damn nice to him. He asks this not just because the two were not on the best of terms just a few months ago, but also because he is under the mindset that he needs to repay that kindness, a mindset that came about due to working under Aku (even if Aku’s “kindness” more so comes in the form of being allowed to live or be apart of his higher ranks and shit). He starts rambling about how he feels he can never fully repay that kindness and is stressed the fuck out about it. Of course, Scara reassures him that he doesn’t need to repay shit, and he chooses to be nice to him cause he likes hanging out with the lil guy. Saying this confuses Demmy is an understatement, but Scara tells em that they’ll properly talk about it once bro is actually sober. The episode ends with Scara taking him back home (probably carrying him cause I like being self indulgent like that IWNWKWMWOSKSOS).
Episode 11 — The episode starts out with Demongo attempting to play Scaramouche’s flute, and failing miserably. Since Demmy does not have ANY experience with modern media, Scara decided it would be a funny idea to take the lil shit to go see a movie. Unfortunately, Demmy doesn’t understand when to keep his mouth shut and ends up getting the both of them kicked out afterwards. This doesn’t bother the lil shit though as he starts laying out how he would’ve written such a thing, seeing the original piece of work as a “flawed, uninspired mess” and such. However, he accidentally lets a few things slip, such as his questionable stance on authority and his fear of failure. Before Scara can ask about any of this, the two of them realize that Demmy no longer had Scara’s flute, losing it at some point. Demmy, in an extremely vulnerable state, zips off in a panic, but is quickly found again by Scara, who talks with him about what’s going on.
This is where the real meat of Demmy’s character gets revealed (even if hints of it have certainly popped up here and there in the past). He reveals how he was sent back to the Pit of Hate to be punished after failing to kill Samurai Jack. He was only able to leave once he regained the strength to bust out of there himself, and fears what his ex-master would think if he ever found out about this… which is something that Scara isn’t sure how to feel about, especially since he’s been wanting to climb the ranks to get Aku’s attention ever since he became an assassin.
Demmy feared being punished for slipping up yet again, letting down another individual he admittedly looked up to. TLDR, bro is NOT doing okay, and Scara decides to comfort the lil guy. Once Demmy is able to pick himself back up, the two try to head back to the theater when another character stops them. This fella (definitely an oc I need to design) appears to be a fellow music-lover, and (not recognizing who these two were) decided to return the flute to its rightful owner. The fella decides to let the two know about this one village where hundreds of people gather to party and dance and shit, thinking the two would be interested, which leads us to…
Episode 12 — The rave episode. This is where shit gets FUNKY… and extremely self-indulgent.
Donning some flashier outfits, Scara and Demmy decide to head to this “rave” to see what it’s all about, just cause. However, throughout most of the episode, Demmy struggles to tell Scara something and does not know how to approach him about it.
The details here get a lil fuzzy since I haven’t really mapped out how the middle section of the episode goes, but eventually, a few assassins from the syndicate track the two down and attempt to be rid of them once and for all, but with all the bright lights and dancers about, it makes things more difficult than they wanted it to be.
Eventually, the assassins get their chance to attack, but the duo handle the situation with ✨style✨, and it’s only NOW when Demongo finally musters up the courage to confess to Scara (via gestures, since Demmy couldn’t find the words for it and ultimately just said “fuck it”). Scara reciprocates the gesture, but advised that the two of them take care of the dudes trying to kill them first before talking about the subject any further, which Demmy agreed on.
Once that’s all said and done, the episode ends with the two heading home, taking a moment to talk about what they are now and where do they go from here.
I don’t care how self-indulgent this is, but RIGHT as the episode’s about to conclude, I can see the two sharing their first kiss!
Look
I’m shipping trash.
This was inevitable WJJWJWSNWIKSOSMS
Episode 13 — I WISH I had a fully fleshed out version of this episode prepared, but at the moment, all I know for certain is that this is where the two finally decide to face off against the heart of the syndicate and get these guys off their back once and for all, thus allowing them to take the title of the world’s greatest assassins… by technicality.
Season 2:
A few months have passed since the last episode as the two start to adjust to their new life as a couple.
The start of this season focuses on the two retrieving the old souls Demongo had lost during his first battle with Samurai Jack, the two eventually deciding to seek out the samurai so they can defeat him once and for all.
But things do not go as planned, especially since Demongo is still hesitant about immediately going back to serving his old master.
Episode 14 — The Titan Demongo once controlled has been running amok in a populated area, and while Scara & Demmy initially did not care to take care of it (assuming Jack would come in to save the day), when the beast kept raging on with no one else stepping up to the challenge, the two decide to take care of this beast before it causes any more problems. Plus, Demmy could really use the extra strength provided by such a beast. After all, in this universe, Demmy can harness the strength and abilities of the souls he collects, a power that will come in handy down the road…
Curious as to why Jack did not arrive to the scene, the two decide to make it their mission to find Samurai Jack for themselves, actively seeking out people who might know a thing or two and interrogating them on the subject.
Episode 15 — The duo seek out the four distinct souls that Demongo used to fight Samurai Jack all those years ago: the knight, the white tiger, the four-armed warrior, and the black samurai. None of them no longer being in their prime certainly made defeating them rather easy, even if each of them had their own special… quirks that delayed the inevitable…
Like the knight guy. I wanna give him Don Quixote vibes.
Episode 16 — I have nothing planned for this episode at the moment.
Episode 17 — I only have the main idea for this episode thought out, which is how the two come across the three singing sirens that once hypnotized Jack long ago. However, their singing does not work.
Why?
Because this version of Demongo is absolutely gay, and Scaramouche (despite being pan) is far too prideful in his own singing to fall for somebody else’s.
And this pisses the sirens OFF.
Episode 18 — I’m not sure EXACTLY how I want this episode to go, but all I know is that THIS is where the two find the Scotsman along with his… INCREDIBLY large family, and decide to fight him to interrogate him on the whereabouts of Jack.
I want the Scotsman to survive this fight, so I’m thinking what happens is his daughters (who are like… still VERY young at this point) enter the fight as well to protect their father against his own wishes (and perhaps the others in his clan also chime in), forcing Scara and Demongo to retreat… but not without at least a LITTLE bit of vital info as to where Jack could be (even if I’m unsure what it would be just yet).
Episode 19 — This episode is a bit of a parody of the “Jack and the Baby” episode. The duo stumble across a random-ass baby and, despite Demongo being so incredibly disgusted by it, Scara does not have the heart to abandon the poor thing, so they keep the lil thing until they can find someone else who will take care of it for them.
Needless to say, neither of these nutcases should be fathers.
Episode 20 — This is where shit hits the fan.
The two find Samurai Jack, but he’s barely recognizable. Age has certainly taken a toll on his physical appearance, and he has dressed himself in armor that made it almost impossible to tell it was him.
Before the three fight, Demongo notices how “the fire in his soul had dwindled” since the last time the demon has faced off against him. This made Scaramouche realize that Jack’s sword was nowhere to be seen, and while he and Demongo at first suspected he was simply hiding the sword, they eventually put two and two together to figure out Jack no longer had the sword. However, even though Scara wanted the details on what exactly happened (so he can make fun of Jack for it), Jack attacks, starting the fight.
At some point during the battle, Scara gets badly wounded, and Demongo stops fighting to try and patch him up the best he can. This surprises Jack, not knowing a demon like Demongo could express such concern for another living being like this. Of course, Demmy is incredibly offended by this assumption.
However, Jack then proposes something. He tells the two how they may put themselves in danger by taking him out and submitting to Aku. Scara brushes it off at first, but Demongo…
Knowing what would happen if either of them ever failed Aku again…
Demongo hears Jack out, fearing what Aku would do to Scaramouche in a worse case scenario.
Jack offers the two the chance to take his side, to stop Aku once and for all.
While Jack does not have his sword (as it got destroyed at some point, much like in the comic), he has been searching for decades for a way to get it back, and is confident Demongo could help in some way.
Scara refuses at first, finding disgust in the idea of working with a guy that wants to erase centuries-worth of history and everyone in it just to save whatever the past was like for him.
But Demmy quietly proposes to Scara that they simply get rid of Aku first, then Jack. Scara is still confused as to why he of all people would want to side with Jack, and while Demongo despises the idea as well… he simply cannot trust his old master to not harm Scaramouche in the future.
The two decide to take Jack’s deal, even if they’re not entirely happy about it.
Episode 21 — The daughters of Aku make an appearance in this episode, but instead of being nine twins, almost all of them are from different mothers, all training under the head cultist to become stronger. Only two of them are twins that came from the head cultist: Ashi and Aki. They are the youngest of the nine, and by that I mean they are actually just children that are being indoctrinated to be merciless warriors. The other sisters are much older and have heavily-varying body types to make them a little more distinct from one another, and in accordance to their signature weapons. The weapons themselves are actually why Ashi and Aki are twins, since they wield the same weapon in canon. None of them have the essence of Aku in them because that whole plot point is just plain silly to me and causes WAY too many plot holes for my liking.
Meanwhile, Jack has recruited the Scotsman to help the gang out, and the big guy is NOT happy to be working with the two assassins that tried to kill him… ESPECIALLY Demongo.
I’ve been looking into the topic of the fae recently, and I thought it would be a funny nod to its lore for the Scotsman to genuinely think Demongo was part of the fae and insult him as such, which Demmy take GREAT offense to.
What none of them realize is that there was someone else following the group in secret, which turns out to be one of Scotsman’s daughters, Flora. Despite not even being a teenager yet, she still had the fiery fighting spirit of her father, and wished to be sure her father would be safe from the goons that attacked him before. Of course, she tries to ensure her father doesn’t suspect her presence, knowing he’d disapprove of her risking her own life for his sake.
However, the main gang’s squabbling is interrupted when the daughters and the head cultist arrive, the latter being there to personally ensure the death of the samurai.
While Jack handled the head cultist and the duo handled most of the daughters, the Scotsman found himself up against the two youngest twins, who he just did not have the heart to fight, even if the two were more than willing to tear him apart.
This is when Flora makes her presence known, defending her father from the twins, much to Scotsman’s disapproval. However, seeing someone their age fight for someone she deeply cares about, the twins start to reconsider their alliance. Scotsman actively telling his daughter how he refuses to let her fight and get herself hurt is the final nail in the coffin for the twins, since their own mother was not nearly as considerate. This is where they start asking questions, such as why would the Scotsman refuse to let his child fight in battle and such, all culminating to the big guy letting the fatherly instincts kick in and deciding he was going to be a MUCH better parent to these two than the head cultist ever was… much to Flora’s displeasure.
By the time this is said and done, the other three have taken care of the of the daughters and the head cultist, Jack wishing they could’ve found a way to get through to the other daughters as well… but Demongo immediately dismisses that thought.
The demon at LEAST tries to butter up the Scotsman and try to make a proper alliance, but the big guy still hates his guts, deciding to take Flora and his new daughters home… especially since the former was MOST DEFINITELY grounded for that little stunt she pulled.
I can see Demongo just shrugging it off, telling Jack “Well, you can’t say I didn’t TRY” cause I feel like he’d rub it in Jack’s face how him trying to be nice for once absolutely failed KWMWKWMWOSMWOD
Episode 22 — Scara, Demmy, and Jack come across an old house seemingly in the middle of nowhere, most of which being covered in a botanical mess of plants and vines and shit. They were going to ignore it when Scaramouche felt interested in investigating the residence, and so the three proceeded inside the home.
While they dig deeper and deeper into the home, Scara keeps getting brief and vague flashbacks to something, but he can’t quite remember the details too well. It’s only when he alone eventually discovers the miniature lab underneath the home when his memories become active again (ya know… like a computer booting up old videos and shit).
He starts remembering the first few moments of becoming active, with his creator welcoming him into a world. As present Scara starts going back to all the weird shit the three of them found, he starts to recover more and more memories, up until he recalls his creator’s last words to him. Present Scara stops to stare at a broken window, a piece of cloth still being stuck in one of the many shards. Judging from the barely visible insignia featured on it, it appeared to have once belonged to one of the members of the syndicate from season one.
His creator had a bounty on his head.
Demongo has been asking if Scara was alright throughout the entire ordeal, but ultimately, Scara simply tells him that this place just reminded him of some simple, distant memories. Demmy, while still suspecting something major was up and thus trying to be as supportive as he can, accepts the explanation for now.
Before they depart, Jack eventually chimes in to ask if Scara knew what this place was and who used to live here, the big guy eventually replying with “No.”
Episode 23 — The episode starts with Jack briefly parting ways with the duo so he can get some answers as to how he can either return or replace his sword. Since Demmy and Scara weren’t too fond of going on such a boring journey, they’re happy to stay behind. After Jack wanders about, coming across all sorts of oddities (like maybe stumbling across the Grim Reaper, the one from Billy and Mandy making a brief cameo thanks to how THAT universe is seemingly connected to all other CN properties). Eventually, he stumbles across the portal guardian, who has grown old and frail, but NOT from proper aging. He tells Jack about how “the timeline has shifted”, and how he can no longer see into the future like he used to. He is uncertain of what will happen next, and tells Jack to be careful, for nothing is certain anymore. Jack returns to Demmy and Scara, who SEEMINGLY have just been goofing off for the entire episode. Jack is absolutely traumatized by what he just witnessed… but decides it’s not worth talking to these two about it. Plus, the two don’t seem to care anyway.
Episode 24 — This episode starts with the EXACT same setup as episode 23, but instead of focusing on Jack’s perspective, it focuses on Scara and Demmy’s perspective. After the two have some silly banter, Demmy decides to talk about his “upbringing” and how he is quite literally the only one of his “species” due to how his creation required not only PLENTY of resources, but also VERY precise conditions. He throws some little nuggets of information in there, like how he is basically made entirely of carbon, more so than any human or similar organic creature. Scara is fascinated by this, but gets a curveball thrown at him when Demmy asks about HIS creation.
At first, Scara is VERY but hesitant, but eventually gives in and tells Demmy about his background, his creator, and even the last conversation the two of them had. Demmy is quite fascinated by the idea of Scara seeing the old man as “his dad”, especially since Demmy himself doesn’t have any equivalent to that. Can’t have a parental figure if you’re just a weird creature that just POPPED out of the ground one day. However, Scara reassured him that it probably was for the best the small demon never had a parental figure.
He tells the lil guy about how his old man wanted the big fella to live a good life, and he good to others in turn… and feels a bit gross knowing that he eventually turned to the same kind of job that got the poor old man killed, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. Even if Demmy is not the best with comforting (in fact, I’d wager he’s typically kind of shit at it), he tries reassuring the big guy that the two of them are at LEAST doing some good NOW. Even so, Scara knows all this was just temporary, and admits he is a little afraid of trying to start a clean life if they were to ever take down Aku.
Demmy, who had once thrived off of the idea of being a menace to others, decided he was willing to at least attempt to be better if it meant helping his big tin can partner out, which is something even Scara is surprised to see, but he doesn’t reject the idea. Ultimately, the two decide to try and “wing it”, see where this plan to take down Aku goes. The two start gushing about one another when Jack finally returns, which mirrors how the previous episode ended. Neither party knows what just happened, nor do they care to tell each other.
Episode 25 — I’m not entirely sure what this episode will entail either, but I’m at least certain it will involve Jack gaining “his sword” back, or at least a spiritual rendition of it, much like what happened in the comics. However, this alone would not defeat Aku once and for all, and Jack knew that well, so he still trusted Demmy and Scara to help him take down the big guy for good.
Episode 26 — This is the episode where the big fight with Aku happens.
I dunno how it starts, but I sure as hell know how it ends.
While the three are able to decently weaken Aku, they are unable to do the finishing blow. The battle keeps going, wearing out the three while Aku keeps on fighting.
However, due to Aku’s weakened state, Demongo gets an idea, a DANGEROUS idea.
He decides to try and take the essence of Aku himself, which
To everyone’s surprise
Actually works!
An Aku-shaped skull forms on Demongo’s chest, solidifying his control over his former master.
While Jack is hesitant as to what Demongo would do next, one of the first things Demmy does is harness Aku’s powers to provide a portal into the past, offering Jack a chance to go back into the past and right Aku’s wrongs. Despite it being the main theme of the original show, Jack refuses, choosing to stay in the present and help the people that still needed his aid here.
Demongo was extremely relieved to hear that, not only cause he didn’t want to risk himself and Scara being erased from existence, but also because Demmy KNEW someone was going to have to take Aku’s place as ruler, and he… weirdly didn’t want that.
The old Demongo would have dreamed of this day to come, but not THIS Demongo. He just wanted to live a simple-ish life with Scara, finally feeling content with himself.
Eventually, the two make a deal.
Due to Demongo having Aku’s essence, he would become the new public figure, donning a new emperor outfit & everything. However, he alone would not be the one to make the big decisions and shit.
He of course had Scara, who he’d ensure would live a more comfortable life by his side, but he didn’t wanna put any kind of pressure on the big guy to help him out.
No.
That kinda power would be put in Jack’s hands.
After all, he IS the son of the original emperor.
Despite this, Jack spends most of his time traveling the land and helping those in need, ensuring peace throughout the world…
…
Also, if there would be any kind of epilogue of sorts, it would DEFINITELY involve the two dorks getting married, because I’m based like that. :))) KWMWKWMWOSM
Alrighty!!
Now that the entire AU’s basic outline is out of the way, I wanna share some art I made exclusively for this AU so far!
First off, since I plan for Demongo to have alternative outfits as the story progresses, I made 3 additional default outfits for him to don.
All three of these outfits were initially designed by @tigerarainbowra-blog while I only tweaked them a bit, so you can thank her for these AWESOME outfits!
This one with the BEEG shoulder pad jackets is a favorite of mine (making its initial appearance in the rave episode), and is definitely the one bro is seen the MOST in throughout the entire AU.
Meanwhile, this last one is only seen halfway into season 2 once he gets used to being around Jack.
Scaramouche also had alternative outfits as well, but I haven’t gotten around to designing them just yet, so :p
Aside from additional outfits, I also have whipped up some designs for some original characters that’ll appear in this AU!
These two, Spunk and Clunk (named by the lovely @aceofcards0715 ), were heavily inspired by the two jester robots seen in the GBA game “Samurai Jack: Amulet of Time”.
The diamonds on their arms are supposed to be in relation to the syndicate, even if I haven’t quite figured out the details or it yet.
I was fascinated by just how similar these two looked compared to Scaramouche, so I doubled down on that idea.
You can see these guys as like
Newer models that were created using the same schematics for Scaramouche himself.
Cause I’m sure those schematics are out there SOMEWHERE…
Speaking of Scaramouche, I felt like giving the fella a BIT of a backstory, so I decided that instead of, say, being created by a bunch of evil scientists…
He was instead built by a retired one, who left once he had enough of the twisted work Aku put him through.
He is where Scaramouche gets a lot of his more humane quirks, even if the big guy doesn’t really remember his creator all too well.
The details are fuzzy…
Tigera also was the one to originally make Fern’s design.
Honestly, she’s been a BIG help with this AU, both with the designs and the episodes themselves, I couldn’t thank her enough for it!
Go check her out if you haven’t already! She’s SUPER talented!
Anyway
I have plenty of more original characters I want to properly flesh out, and a lot of new designs for some familiar faces (since this AU DOES take place a few decades after season 4 of the original series), so this will NOT be the last time you hear about this AU.
Oh no…
THIS is just the BEGINNING…
Although, please do keep in mind that this is just a concept I made for funsies, so I don’t plan on actually doing anything BIG with it.
Additionally, some details are subject to change…
HOWEVER, despite all of that, I hope what I CAN provide is still overall engaging!
I MIGHT just write out some of these episodes in the future, if I can garner the motivation for it…
For now though, I hope you all enjoyed this brief lil glimpse into the funni shit that occupies my brain on a daily basis! KWNWKWMWOSMOSDM
#samurai Jack#SJ#samurai Jack au#SJ au#samurai Jack duo of doom#sj DoD#DoD#Duo of Doom#Demongo#Scaramouche#samurai jack scaramouche#sj scaramouche#scaramongo#fandango#cd au#cdverse#cd art
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types of weapons the hunters would use pt. 1
the korean s rank hunters first. this is largely inspired by... the extreme little variation of weapons ive seen lmao there was so much potential... but alas its up to me.
choi jongin:
a whip. it's about as dramatic as he is and i feel like the crackling of it like fire... sort of. it also would just looks sick, and it's clear he uses weapons (from the gauntlet he wore in that one arc) so why not something ranged for a ranged-style like mage? and, i won't lie, i was probably influenced by the ren faire whip guy lmao... i mean, if that level of drama doesn't scream jongin i don't know what does. he jumped out a plane during jeju too
baek yoonho:
his fists seem accurate for him. if i had to choose, a hammer maybe? something reinhardt-esque. it also adds to his slight tank-like abilities and fighting style. reinhardt is like... 7 feet tall too so this hammer would be huge in comparison to yoonho lmao... or, maybe something less tech-y and more of a simple sledgehammer, like harley's
min byungyu:
he studied for the test. we see him have a mace thing so that counts. interesting that a healer chooses a blunt object to fight with... pretty slow way to die, but it allows knock-outs instead of kills. would've been super interesting to see him fight more with it
lim taegyu:
similar to byungyu, he has a unique weapon, a pretty cool looking bow that has an interesting design. but since he's a ranger class hunter, i think he might have a throwing spear as well or something similar. something that uses aim, and is basically just a bigger arrow, but still a ranged attack style
cha haein:
i do love her sword (and her pickaxe) but a scimitar or glaide would be cool (partially inspired by xiaolong from lookism and the guan yu version of the bident from the hades game). it's also interesting that she seems to have a very european sword rather than the usual south-eastern ones we see throughout the draw sword guild - i'm gonna guess it's loot from a dungeon from the way the hilt looks... that should be an interesting story to hear how she got it lmao
woo jinchul:
i think a weaponized shield suits him. something like the chaos or zagreus' shield from the hades games - chaos specifically because of the purple. something about how he's a protector but isn't afraid to choose violence or get his hands dirty...
sung jinwoo:
he's a walking weapons arsenal are you kidding me. he's got literally everything. he cycles through 7 weapons in the manhwa and has collected even more - he gives igris that electric longsword. raska's fang, knight killer, the pair demon king daggers and then the pair of kamish's wrath daggers thomas gives him.
well, anyway, that the korean s-rank hunters (plus jinchul)'s arsenal upgraded. might add on more if i find more cool weapons :)
#solo leveling#only i level up#head canons#long post#choi jongin#baek yoonho#min byungyu#lim taegyu#cha haein#woo jinchul#sung jinwoo
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if ur open to one shots maybe one where aru goes missing (post noi) and he fights and tries really hard to find her??
love ur writing btw
OMG YES THIS IS SO GOOD (also THANK YOU for gassing me up this week has been really hard for me and suddenly people are just being super sweet 🥹🥹???)
She’d been right next to him. In their big fluffy bed, a million miles from everything bad.
She had been right there.
“Shah?” He called out, sounding strangled. He already knew she wasn’t in the house, he could feel it in his bones.
He called for her again, his attempt futile.
Shaking, he dialed her phone, it going directly to voicemail.
What was going on?
Aiden grabbed his scimitars and his “amamma bag”- Aru loved to call it that, and-
Where was Aru??? Why is she not here???
Her phone wasn’t at home though, and he turned on the find my phone and pressed TRACK on her contact photo. It showed five miles away, in the old abandoned mall near Emory College.
Aiden buckled into the car and took off rapidly speed, breaking at least seven traffic rules in the five miles he drove. His hands were slick with panic, and he could feel his chest constricting, the same thought cycling through his head over and over again. Not again.
He parked on the street outside of where Aru was- or at least her phone was. He needed to get it together. No amount of panicking would help her if she was in trouble. He breathed deeply and searched the atmosphere for anything even close to vajra, her electrical bolt. It usually made the air more charged, a small sign he’d grown to notice over the years he’d been around Aru.
It was faint, but the smell of a storm lingered in the air. It wasn’t unlikely for Georgian Februaries to be stormy, but this smell was too… centralised. Too adamant.
He raced into the warehouse, pulling up his black hood. He heard a muffled scream and the scraping of metal, and then suddenly a thud and pure silence.
Aiden rushed forward, heart pounding in his ears. That scream was definitely Shah. When he entered the room, he saw a demon bleeding from the nose on the floor, groaning and rolling onto its side. And tired to a toppled chair, was Aru, mouth stuffed with a cloth. Aiden put her chair the right side up, pulling the gag out of her mouth with a strangled sob. She jumped into his arms, fearless, and completely unfazed, more comforting him than herself.
“I’m okay,” she told him softly. “You got me. I’m alright.”
“How did I-”
“Not important.” She interrupted. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter, though, is getting this asshole-” she gestures to the demon with a broken nose, a neat mark of her handiwork- “dead, or out of here.”
“I vote for dead,” Aiden said grimly, pulling his scimitars out.
“And I don’t,” Aru said. She walked over to her captor, the ground practically shaking with her rage as she gabbed his face and menacingly said, “who sent you, dick wad? Who told you where I live?”
The demon gave a wimper as she continued to squeeze his very broken face. “T-the woman. Pretty.”
Aru frowned. Aiden was at a loss too. “There are millions of pretty women in the Otherworld. Which one, demon?”
“Promise. Promise you won’t kill me.” Aiden couldn’t see the expression Aru made to the demon, but its shoulders sagged for a moment before clearly responding, “Opal.” And promptly dissolving into dust.
I grabbed Aru’s hand, scared she’ll disappear, too. Again.
“Opal, huh,” she murmured, eyes unfocused.
“Shah, do you need to see a doctor? Did you hit your head? Any broken bones?”
She brightened for a second, refocusing on Aiden. “No, I’m fine.”
And so she was fine.
They walked to the car, the chill winter night willing them straight back into their blankets at home, but this time?
Aiden didn’t let go.
#aru shah#roshani chokshi#the pandava quintet#aruden#lightning smolder#aiden acharya#aru shah and the end of time#aru shah and the city of gold#aru shah and the nectar of immortality#aru shah and the song of death#aru shah and the tree of wishes#tpq#one shot#asks#ask me anything#anon this was so cool!!!!
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So I've been analyzing the Triforce Poly to figure out Baldur's Gate builds for fun, and honestly their fighting styles say a lot about them and really interest me.
Zelda: archery. She's thematically associated with defense, sealing, and shielding, but the most common thing we see her actually use is a bow. Shoutout to Twilight Princess Zelda, who uses a sword, but while it's probably hers it's notably when she's possessed by Ganon. I have feelings about the fact that she's an archer and the other notable tool of the goddess is a harp. Something about strings on a frame. Something about angels and smiting. Hylia DOES have a sword, but she gave it to her knight.
Link: sword and board. Skyward Sword link definitely fits the paladin archetype, you literally get back to Skyloft via prayer. Honestly though I think his devotion to Zelda would've been blasphemous if she wasn't. Y'know. The goddess incarnate. I have feelings about that. Anyway, Link does multiclass into bard notably in Ocarina of Time, but the thing about Link is that he's a hero. "Love not the sword for its sharpness, but that which it defends," etc etc. He might be a chaos gremlin who specializes in property damage, but he helps the little guy and carries groceries for grandmas in need. He wields the sword of the goddess and the shield of Hyrule. He is a divine weapon, but also the protector of Hyrule, and both of these are equally important.
Sometimes it takes awhile for him to find one or the other- you could say a lot about Skyward Sword, for example, because he Starts Off with the weapon of the goddess and develops and understanding of what that means as he goes, but he only gets the Hylian Shield after engaging with people and exploring and immersing himself in the land. In Wind Waker, he starts off with the shield of an old hero in his family, and has to basically rip the sword from the jaws of the gods with undeniable moxie. He's not a weapon of the gods, he just demands to be, because he's foremost a protector and the shield is inherently tied to his family.
Ganondorf: dual scimitars, trident. His notable scimitars have the names of his mothers carved into them, and the Spear of Power is a callback to Ganon's very first appearance and Zhu Bajie's war rake. Notably, these are melee weapons, and he uses both hands for offense. He tends to compliment his fighting style with some casting, like fireballs or lightning, and of course there's the massive fuckoff demon king transformation in several games. As far as I know he doesn't use a shield. Demise came later on, development wise, but he also uses a greatsword and lightning.
Ganondorf is a king who plays politics and can lie like a devil, but if it's to the point that he's actually personally fighting you there's no need for illusions or sugarcoating. He's a warlord and his style is hit you until you die, and he will fill both hands with pointy objects to overwhelm the opposition and make sure you stay down. Also from personal experience, fighting a dual wielder or a polearm is Fucking Terrifying. Archers are sniper fear, either they hit you or they don't, and they need time. Sword and board is somewhat predictable, if hard to actually hit. Dual wield or polearm is like picking a fight with a tornado.
Thematically speaking, the scimitars are carved with his mother's names. He wields the blades in their name, aligned with their goals, and it's a connection to his roots as the king of the Gerudo people. The spear is more connected to his nature as the heir of Power, the weapon of the Demon King. In FSA, pulling the spear from a stone is actually what transforms him from a Gerudo into the Demon King, in a sort of magical girl King Arthur situation.
Also to round it out because I think I'm funny, Vaati can use a sword but he fights you as a caster because he doesn't want to fucking touch you. He's above that. Then after his demon transformation he's just trying to swat you like a fly because he's mad.
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Mollymauk knows it's a long shot. Hell, it's probably a shorter shot to throw his scimitars to Tal'dorei — but he knows he'll never forgive himself if he doesn't ask. There will always be a part of him that will nag at the back of his thoughts if he doesn't say something.
(And Yasha will nag him, too. Which is probably worse, because he can't disappoint Yasha.)
So he breathes deep, runs his hands over his hair, and stares at the mirror for just a moment longer.
"Alright, Tealeaf. You can do this. You've only been friends through near apocalyptic catastrophe — this won't affect you or your friendship if he says no." He says, now gripping the edge of the sink. It's a rather nice looking sink, actually, but that's to be expected in Rexxentrum. Not the basins or tubs of smaller towns, but proper water service running through the city, and yes, he knows he's stalling thinking of running water versus still basins of water, but he's itchy with anxiety.
Mollymauk breathes deep, pulling his coat on once more — not the old coat, that had been ripped and turned into a blanket by Yasha, since she knew just how important it was to him — and he inspects himself once more.
He's grown. His hair has grown out, closer to how he'd had it before he'd met the Nein. He's added a couple more tattoos, one visible from the open collar of his new, silky blue shirt, a peek of vibrant lines of a tree branch extending up from his ribcage and onto his pectoral muscle opposite the peacock. Some of it seems to glitter in the light thanks to Orly's handiwork. Molly thinks it looks rather nice with the rest of his ink, and he hopes everyone else does, too.
One person in particular.
He fiddles with his sleeves, picks at his fingernails for a moment before turning with a new determination to the door.
Say it now while you've got the chance, he tells himself.
The rest of the Nein are beginning to head up to the room where Caleb has set up the tower for the night. The last few remaining are Yasha, Veth, and Caleb — Yasha meets Molly's eyes and seems to read him immediately, giving him the shortest smile and a nod of encouragement before she begins to head up.
"Veth, you should come with me," Yasha says, "I have something to show you."
Oh, Moonweaver bless you, Yasha, Molly thinks.
Veth asks what it is Yasha wants, but Yasha simply stammers through some excuses as she encourages Veth to follow. Once they've both disappeared up the stairs, Molly finds his pulse quickening.
It's been quite some time traveling together. Caleb looks tired, but he also looks accomplished, happy, healthier than he had in the beginning. Molly finds that the most attractive part of him, these days, that he looks like he's happy with himself. Confidence, newfound steadiness in himself.
He thinks back to the things they've done, the risks they've taken for each other. How many fights had turned to Mollymauk diving in front of Caleb to take a hit, to defend him from something that would easily cut through Caleb's coat, and in turn his body?
Caleb seems to be reading Mollymauk in return, but what he's thinking, Molly can't tell. He's too scared to imagine what he's thinking of.
So instead he avoids eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's been a journey," Molly says, watching as Caleb collects his things from the table.
"It has." Caleb says, sounding level and noncommittal. "We've come a long way from hunting demon toads."
"Devil toads," Molly corrects, and he watches the corner of Caleb's lips turn upward in a smile.
"Devil toads. Yes." Caleb says. "You seem like you have a question?"
"I… I do, actually, yes." Mollymauk says. He rubs his hands together anxiously, thinking for a moment that if he were a cricket he would be the noisiest one alive, swiped up by a predatory bird faster than he can comprehend.
But he's just a tiefling in a tavern with a good friend, hoping not to embarrass himself.
"I was actually wondering… Now that we're, you know, some of us are splitting ways, some are going with each other," he thinks of Beau and Yasha. "I was wondering where you plan to end up?"
Caleb hums.
"I was thinking just outside of the city," Caleb says. "Any particular reason to ask?"
"Well," Molly says, drawing the word out. "You know, I was with the circus, and that's… not an option any longer. And while sure, sure, Lucien had family I could track down, it seems a bit rude to pursue that, gods only know if they'd want anything to do with me, so…"
Caleb says nothing. He only stares at Mollymauk with a raised brow.
"... And Yasha and Beau are definitely going to have their own thing going on, so I was thinking maybe I could, you know, stick around town, find a spot around here, and maybe…"
Gods, when did his palms get so sweaty?
Is he shaking?
Why is asking this so much harder than propositioning a stranger?
(They've only risked their lives for each other, been through hell and back, torn down a near demigod to keep each other safe. Normal bonds of friendship.)
"I'd like to see you now and then, now that things are settling down, and I was wondering how you'd feel about…"
Caleb's watching him so closely now. Mollymauk feels his face burning.
"Mollymauk." Caleb says. Molly stops in his stammering.
"Yeah?" He says, his voice more a squeak than a vocalization.
"Are you asking me on a date?"
Molly finds that the wood grain of the floor sort of looks like a dragon from this angle.
He swallows.
"Yes?" He says, not looking up.
"I think, well. We are definitely at a good place to think about these things," Caleb says, "Though I do plan to take some students, and to chase down the remaining evidence of the Assembly and their actions…"
"I'm flexible," Molly says, and then he pauses. Don't make him uncomfortable. "My schedule is flexible. I'm sorry. Didn't mean —"
"I think, perhaps, it would be nice to see how flexible you are, Mollymauk Tealeaf." Caleb laughs, and Molly finds himself taken aback.
"You—" he starts, then laughs in return. "Caleb?"
He gets only a smile in return.
And oh, what a smile it is. Mollymauk feels his knees go a little weak, finds laughter bubbling in the back of his throat as Caleb ushers him forward for a hug, arms wrapping around him. When he pulls away, he feels hands on his shoulders,
lips against his forehead.
Mollymauk says nothing, but he smiles.
A return gesture, a promise of more.
It's not quite love yet, he thinks, but it's a start.
An ending to one story and the first page of another.
#widomauk#rly feeling the slow burn post campaign Molly lives au stuff recently#and some alternate storyline ideas but I'm not digging into those. i am sleepy and this is unedited but it's a Drabble
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Into the Weave
Chapter One can be found here.
The detritus of the dilapidated temple was stinking death.
At first, you discerned nothing but sandy-colored ruins: thick clouds of dust wafting in the air covered the view. At the same time, the irregular, crooked outlines prepared you for the ruthless sight: the theater of cruelty was about to unfold before your eyes.
Once the dust settled down, you realized with horror that the square before the shrine was strewn with corpses. The unnaturally outstretched arms of one cadaver reminded you of an ancient mythical character who dreamed of flying to the sun. Not far from him lay a nun with a frozen rictus. She was clutching a white volume with gold embossing in her hands. From under the massive column that had once adorned the entrance to the temple, charred tibias protruded. On the altar, next to the Holy Book rested a severed hand with a thin ring inlaid with a blue gem. On the blood-stained pages, you made out a prayer celebrating a certain Aurora, a goddess whose name Mystra, for some reason, desperately wanted to erase from people's memory.
Out of the blue, Gale emerged. He wiped a red splatter off his cheek and winced as his sleeve brushed across the ragged edges of the wound. It wasn't his first battle, true, but he rarely got involved in fights, so he seemed a little disoriented and dazed. By the time he appeared on the battlefield, the melee had already been in full swing, and he did not have time to process the situation. Was it Mystra who started this ugly mess to help him get rid of the remorse that was sure to overwhelm him later? Or was there another cluster of fanatics wanting to take back something that never belonged to them in the first place? Was there a community of hostile bigots ready to take offense at a quiet cult, worshipping an unknown deity? Maybe the situation was much more complicated than he imagined... and much more nuanced than Mystra had described?..
Gale glanced at his hands and distantly registered that they were stained with gore, but he couldn’t comprehend whether it was his blood or someone else's. Mystra's sweet admonitions prevailed, and he participated in the massacre. Blinded and intoxicated by the mere idea of indirectly promised power, the wizard lost control and severely lambasted a belligerent cleric darting toward him with a scimitar. The goddess's voice throbbed in his head, reverberating and repeating, taking over his will. He could not think straight. Every picture his mind offered was generated by an erstwhile exchange with Mystra.
Now he should stop and ponder things over.
Glowering, Gale looked around. He approached the nun with the white book and carefully pulled it out of her lifeless hands. Aurora's Scripture.
Breezing through the pages, the wizard tried to plow through the rituals, customs, and traditions dedicated to this deity, and when the realization struck, he stood there, rooted to the spot.
Aurora, whom Mystra proclaimed a petty demon, was just a minor goddess of dawn. No matter how much she wanted to destroy the world, she simply did not wield enough power to compete with Mystra—or other known gods.
Did Mystra... lie to him? Was it all... hoax?..
Suddenly, the picture fades. The memory dissipates.
“In a sense, I am still responsible for the destruction you’ve just observed,” Gale sighs, clearing his throat. “If you say we part ways after what you saw… so be it. I have been stalling for months, wondering if I should reveal this embarrassing fragment of my miserable biography, and the only purpose I pursued so far was honesty. I am not an infallible human. I am not the ideal man you may be looking for. I am not the perfect partner you undoubtedly deserve. I did wreak havoc in the past, punishing innocent people who worshipped a harmless goddess of dawn. I will not try to justify my wrongdoings by a maudlin apology or mawkish explanations; I know the only reaction it will provoke will be sheer repulsion,” the wizard paused for a moment, as if trying to regain his composure. “Probably, you might be feeling aversion already. Well. I am guilty. And I will accept your decision if you feel this burden is too much for you to bear.”
You raise your eyebrows, not fully comprehending his train of thought. Are any of you perfect anyway? He seems to be comparing himself to the other members of the party, not even grasping a simple concept: you are ready to accept him the way he is. Yes, he’s made a lot of mistakes, blunders, even. Yes, he cannot be forgiven on the basis of his lack of knowledge. But hell, hasn’t he sincerely admitted that he was blinded by his love for Mystra—for the Weave, Magic incarnate? He was ready to sacrifice his own being to touch the untouchable, to dissolve in the endless patterns of sorcery and become history—in the most literal sense of the word. To many, these ulterior or not so ulterior motives evince his desire to make a difference, or exhibit his ambitious nature. To you, they represent his vulnerability: driven by his ungovernable imagination, Gale can throw himself in the thick of it, forgetting of his human needs.
You are here to tame his passions. You are here to become his pillar. You are here to help him navigate. The past should remain in the past, along with the vindictive goddess, claiming him her minion every time she needed to reassert her authority and do the dirty work. The past should remain in the past, along with the undulating affection, severe mood swings, and precise instructions directed at innocent people she chose to abhor.
Gale takes your hands in his bigger palms and carefully brushes his lips across your knuckles, leaving a gentle, chaste kiss. In a moment, he softly pulls away and resumes his lengthy monologue.
“Tav… These hands are covered in blood. I will not caterwaul about it, swearing up and down that I didn’t mean any harm and it was Mystra who bludgeoned me to do it. But I will do my best to deserve you. I will rectify all my mistakes—”
You can’t wait any longer. Gale is certainly known for his propensity towards verbosity, but you’ve always told him that his practiced tongue should find some other use than futile volubility. Normally, he cackles at this and winks, feigning embarrassment, but you know his other penchants, too. But these are between you two. Not for anyone else to know—not even for Mystra.
Smiling, you squeeze his both hands and nod, putting an end to his inexhaustible loquacity. With a forceful tug, you haul him over to the tall sculpture of Mystra at the far wall of the temple. You know what he needs.
Closure.
He has to reconcile with his past to take a first step forward and start from scratch. His errors have contributed to his personality, and Mystra, no matter how much you disdain her for the haughty treatment and ambiguous decisions, has molded the man you love and admire. He is not perfect. But he is good enough to right the wrongs and atone for his offense.
Standing before the towering silhouette of Mystra, Gale grows silent: his distinguished eloquence gives way to speculation. He is contemplating his own choices, reflecting on the previous experiences, but his ruminations don’t seem to be boiling down to a bleak blur of old recollections. No, he’s meditating on his future—the future devoid of outright manipulation.
The wizard peruses the refined features, but his gaze is lacking habitual awe, reverence, and veneration.
“I’ve spent years loving you like mad,” he suddenly blurts out under his breath. “I sacrificed myself to the Weave to just feel the familiar tickling at the tips of my fingers. To just feel you. But you never loved me back. I was such a fool.”
He shakes his head in frustration and sighs again. He is not the one to mourn his past, but it has never dawned upon him how much time he has actually dedicated to someone ready to spare him once necessary. Yes, Mystra is a proud goddess; she has her own views on what's right and what's wrong, but has she ever tried to condescend to a human being she’s teasingly called her lover? Has she ever taken pains to explain her vision of the world she has been planning to create?
Out of the blue, you sense a slight shift in the atmosphere, the tickling at the tips of your fingers. Is this the magic he’s constantly talking about? Is this what it feels like to be able to control spells? Is this is the sensation the Weave gives anyone it chooses? Whether it is the Weave to blame, or the inner impetus caused by a powerful emotion you dare not name, you approach Gale from behind and tenderly place your warm hand on his back. You don’t want to ruin the moment of the wizard, blankly staring at the monument, but your subtle touch only creates magic between you two. He quivers, wakes from his trance, and looks at you. With increasing astonishment, you realize he’s beaming with love and endearment. Sure, you’ve seen this emotion before, but he’s appeared so reserved that you’ve started to think you might’ve spotted a mirage. He’s been so affected by his previous setbacks that he’s never relinquished the hold on his feelings.
Now he is contented. He feels safe, at ease, taken care of. And the thought that you’ve helped his wounds heal excites you so much that you cannot suppress your own smile.
“On a brighter note, I seem to have finally found my personal happiness. One thing gods will never experience.”
You emit a quiet chuckle. This propensity towards verbosity is incurable, but at this point all his non sequiturs have become a charming idiosyncrasy you’ve learned to appreciate. Besides, you’ve found a way to shut him up. One kiss to his cheek is sufficient to silence him, but you can’t miss a chance to irk Mystra, so you press a fervent kiss to his lips—for the arrogant goddess to see. In fact, you’d do so many other things in front of that lovely sculpture, but you have to be respectful. At least, appear to be respectful.
You don’t know whether Gale reads your mind or his intuition tells him something you don’t know, but he turns to the stature again, straightens up his posture and says a few words that still resonate in your head. He has rejected the plaguing passion of the Magic—and chosen you over the Weave.
“I will be your obedient servant, Mystra. But I will never knuckle down again.”
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@shiroi---kumo sent in: ☠️ (and they know what for)
Chaos' orders were clear, they usually were. Usually, the vessel didn't have to do much of anything. All it did was delegate to others, whether it be its fanatical subjects, or its loyal guard. But sometimes, Chaos tried to test its loyalty. Despite how docile it was, the vessel still had a will separate from Chaos. Memories and emotions could transfer, surely, but giving it so many years to develop outside the usual parameters had its downsides.
It didn't expect much from those tests though. With enough deaths of innocents, it could harden its heart. But when the beast whispers in its ear this time, constricting in its head as its tail rattles with delight, the demand itself feels insurmountable, impossible. But its will was given, and so it must be done.
"The Demon Swordsman will be brought here, and you will kill him."
Chaos doesn't even ask if it was clear, it already knew that it was so, if only by the distress that coursed through the vessel's veins. It slips away as soon as it came, and the vessel hesitates. It hasn't hesitated since the first murder by its own hand. But Kumo's my friend! No he isn't, not anymore. Makenshi was the enemy, he is supposed to destroy the vessel. It wished the Unlimited would just get it over with and figure it out, sometimes.
You can't kill him! Yes it can. It's killed some more directly innocent than Makenshi could ever be.
This was a first step toward the inevitable. Taking one more life from the Undying meant nothing at all, even if the weight in its chest tried to scream otherwise. If anything, it would only speed the process further. It would be a kick in the ass, possibly to force the Unlimited to work through things in order to end Chaos once and for all.
It calls the guard to the throne chamber. It knows she will argue, but there is nothing either of them can do to change this.
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Ai waits quietly in the brush, having enough leads to guide her to where the Swordsman was spotted last. It was around a quaint little town, somewhere that felt so unassuming. The townsfolk don't even seem to notice how closely they're being monitored right now, and she would prefer to keep it that way until her quarry was in sight. She truly wishes it didn't have to be this way. She wished she could keep things as quaint as they appeared, but she has a job to do.
In some time, he comes into view from the edge she lay waiting in. Good, this could be easy. She wonders if he knows that she was watching him. She wonders if he would even recognize her here. She hoped not, it would make things all the easier if he thought she was a normal solider.
Two scimitars rest in her hands, as she grips them although they were a lifeline. She takes a breath, as quiet as she can, and moves for the attack, her steps silent and quick as she goes for a takedown, moving the scimitars to use their blunt end, aiming to hit him on the temple with them, hopefully being something which could knock him out without too much of a fight.
The swordsman was likely tougher than that. She'd seen him fight before, how quickly he could move and how strong he was. She needed to be careful. Entropy might have the excuses of his death being the end of a calmer era in Wonderland, but she did not. Allies in the past or not, they were adversaries now.
This was a fight for her life, if anything.
#ffu spoilers#tw; dehumanization#ai - ic#yu - ic#ai - threads#yu - threads#ai - verse - reign of entropy#yu - verse - reign of entropy#shiroi---kumo#thread: a forced hand#graphic design is NOT my passion and i'm not comfy with my art rn so iconless it is#WEEEEEEE this is a lot.#this is a whole whole lot#hope you like it cause these kids sure won't!
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WIP Wednesday
Hello, hello. Chapter 39 is coming along nicely. I'm about 13k into what's estimated to be probably a max 19k chapter (three scenes left to write), so it'll be a little bit shorter than average for this arc, but I'm trying to streamline some stuff since the last two chapters involve a lot of fight scenes and conflict and there's just no time for a lot of downtime, etc.
As such, here's two small scenes for a preview!
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Mighty Nein Battle Tactic, code name Inclement Weather:
Primarily an ambush tactic for melee fighters, using the Ring of Obscuring or Marine Layer (or both for a thicker fog), the party hides within and signals their location with individual bird calls whenever someone gets within five feet of them. If the person close by doesn’t respond, then they are an enemy and dealt with accordingly.
Fjord never considered the psychological ramifications of trapping people in fog and startling them with bird calls until now, but maybe it was the just the audience. A bunch of kids with swords and a little bit of magic and something to prove rush into something like this, and suddenly they realize they’re in over their head and get scared. You would think this would inspire pity and you’d be right if they were not scared kids with swords and a little bit of magic. He was getting back exactly what he gave whenever someone wandered close to his section of the fog simply because his opponent was being too reckless.
They were children, but they were dangerous, and as much as it hurt him to fight lethally, he couldn’t see well enough to hold back even if his targets weren’t being completely erratic. Pragmatism won out, as it always did, and he took solace in the fact that he couldn’t see the bodies he was stepping over.
Someone came up on his left and he whistled his call and got back Beau’s as a response. He relaxed a bit.
“Inclement Weather, nice,” she said, casually- a bit too casually.
“What happened in there?” He shot back.
“I dunno, man. Why didn’t you catch the runner?”
Fair. He swallowed his pride and didn’t argue with her. He could hear Cree and Caduceus doing their calls from farther back and they both answered, their responses punctuated by the wet sound of a glaive being driven into someone’s intestines and twisting them like so much fucking pasta. Cree also wasn’t in the vicinity of fucking around with these people.
“Where’s Lucien?” Beau hissed, noting the absence of his call.
“Must still be fighting the arsehole who was watching us.”
“Must be a tough opponent if he’s still fighting.”
“Must be.”
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The blade in Eadwulf’s hands hummed like an Elven lullaby as he shook off Lucien’s blood curse. For fuck’s sake, he had hoped to have a few more rounds of it. Scowling, Lucien spun and danced and tried to land a hit, but now his opponent was playing for keeps and he wouldn’t allow a single thrust to land, leaving him constantly on the defensive, parrying the much larger blade to keep it from finding purchase.
Worthy opponent, his tail. It was only fun when he was winning.
“You’re slowing down,” Eadwulf grinned, managing to make even cheek look stoic. Was that disappointment in his eyes? Oh fuck that.
Vigor renewed, Lucien lunged like a demon in a furious dervish of spinning blades. Eadwulf’s defenses couldn’t hold against that kind of savagery. He faltered under the weight and dropped to one knee and Lucien, seeing that moment of vulnerability, trapped his neck between the two adamantine scimitars, panting and ready to take it as a prize.
His opponent looked at him with resignation, tinged with a sense of deep personal victory that this was how it would end, even if it wasn’t necessarily how he intended the fight to go. “I see why Bren is in love with you.”
Lucien startled. Bren… Bren… Who the fuck was Bren? Caleb?
A sense of abject fury rose so fast that the Beast was curious and supplied its own echo to the way he growled out, ”This whole time… You thought you were fighting Mollymauk?!”
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Find the Word Tag Game!
Thanks for the tag, @stesierra! I have been tagged for this many times before, and always wanted to try it, though at the time most of my WIPs were very early in the drafting process and I couldn't find the right words to fit the game.
Now, I'm going to try to do it! I'll choose excerpts from multiple WIPs of mine to make sure I find all the words.
My words are: Demon, Habit, Erase, and Slaughter.
Demon -
(Snippet extracted from Enchanted Illusions)
Context: After escaping from a group of monster hunters, Evangeline and Clarence - her vampire best friend who was deeply injured in the prior confrontation - are chased into an old cathedral by the leader of the vampires. With no other choice, Evangeline makes one last stand against the hunter, alone, to protect her injured friend.
[...] “It is a demon! A beast unworthy of mercy, an unholy creature of the night which needs to be eradicated from this land. Step out of the way, child, and let this be done.” The leader of the hunters said pragmatically, though she knew he was just being condescending. Evangeline stands her ground against the hunter, even as he steps closer. Behind her a wounded Clarence lay on the ground of the cathedral, keening brokenly as blood flowed down from the gash at his side, a steady red stream making a puddle underneath him. Evangeline knew her friend was losing far too much blood, even for what a vampire could physically handle. They were running out of time.
“He is not a demon, he’s a person. Clarence is just as human as any of us, and he doesn’t deserve this! In the time we’ve spent together he’s only shown me kindness - which is a thousand times more than I can say for you, Barnaby. All you ever did was torture him and try to kill us.”
Thunder crackled on the storm outside, and the so-called holy man glared at the answer, his polite facade fading away just as easily as it’d appeared.
“I’ll only say this one more time, girl. Step away, or I will be forced to treat you as a threat as well.”
Evangeline scoffed, shakily leveling her thin sword at him as she braced herself to defend her friend. “I’m not going anywhere. If you want to hurt him again, you’ll have to get through me. Let’s see how well this ends this time - how’s the eye, hunter?”
Barnaby narrowed his eyes, the fresh scar across the left side of his face crinkling as a reminder of their last confrontation. Fury filled his features, and a disdainful smile came next.
“I see that this demon has corrupted you too. A shame really, you had so much potential.” Barnaby said, reaching for his weapon - a wickedly sharp scimitar forged from the finest silver. Evangeline held back the urge to recoil when she saw the sharp tip glimmering in the candlelight.
And with that, he struck and the fight began. One attacking to destroy and kill, and the other fighting to defend the one she loved. [...]
Habit -
(Snippet extracted from Open Secret Files)
Context: Manipulated by his superiors, Theo Stallard - a young detective - finds himself in a dire situation he never intended to happen, and which will have very bad consequences, for himself, his family, and his friends, as the villains frame him for a crime he did not commit.
[...] “This villain will pay for his crimes,” The government officer said coldly. “We have our methods, he’ll regret ever crossing this line, and will tell us everything about his operation, do not worry, detective.”
Atlas snarled, struggling against the agents holding him back, only to receive a swift punch in the ribs. With a cry, the young man doubles over, coughing. The Director smiles.
Theo winces, concern and doubt growing within him. This is wrong, it isn’t what he worked for.
“The investigation isn’t through yet. You’ve got no right to arrest him without proof, much less to physically harm him.”
Atlas looked up at Theo, shocked. The Director looks to the young detective, answering him with a dangerous smile.
“I will do as I please. Whatever it takes to get this superhuman under control - he is a threat just for existing unchecked, and one I will not allow. He has committed crimes, I just haven’t found physical proof of it, and when I finally do, it’ll be the last nail on his coffin. Vigilantism is a nasty habit, and it will not be tolerated on my watch, as you should know.”
She paused, lowering her voice and leaning closer.
“And I believe I don’t need to remind you that your brother was involved in this case and that your part in the capture of this vigilante is the only reason he hasn’t yet been arrested. You’d want to keep things this way, wouldn’t you, Mr. Stallard?”
Theo grimaced. “This wasn’t the deal. You lied to me, you all did. I was only supposed to retrieve the lost files, you never said anything about arresting someone without a single shred of evidence.” He glares.
“Stop being difficult, detective. We’ve all got prices to pay and you’ve done your part. You’ve got a promising career ahead of you, and I can ensure it stays that way, or not. It all depends on your silence.”
“I won’t let you do this. You won’t get away with it - I’ve read the files. Yeah, I did. And you know what I found? Your entire operation is a farce, a scam to tamper with the limits of human DNA, and for what? To build a perfect soldier. Someone who can control the mutants and superhumans you so despise. This is more than illegal, and I refuse to be a part of it.”
The Director shakes her head, disappointed.
“You do know how to make things difficult, don’t you?”
Before Theo could answer, the Director pulled something that looked like a small pistol from under her jacket and shot. A glass dart lodged itself in his shoulder, and everything went numb. As he fell to his knees, limbs shaking and twisting at the effects of the serum, the Director walked over to him.
“Ah, ah, don’t you fret. This is just a serum, you’ll be asleep in a moment.” She knelt down before him. Theo tried to move his arms and push her away, but his limbs didn’t seem to respond to him, as if weighed down by rocks. The Director reached for the bag behind him, shuffling through its contents until she found what she was looking for - a folder containing the incriminating files. “You did a very good job, my boy. It’s a pity you’ll spend the rest of your life in jail for stealing government property, once the news gets notified of how you went rogue.” She patted his shoulder condescendingly, rehearsing her lie, before a smile crept up on her pink lips “Don’t worry, though, I’ll take good care of your little brother. With his talents, he would be perfect for my tests, don’t you think?”
Theo whimpered indignantly, trying to get up but not moving a muscle, his vision hazy as the woman stood up.
The last thing he saw, as consciousness slipped away, was the outline of an armored car driving away, then it all faded to darkness. [...]
Erase -
(Snippet from Supernova Initiative, funny scene)
Context: Spending some time on the main planet of the Dantraxxi System, the team seeks to relax and lay low after multiple chaotic confrontations with the intergalactic wars. Pax decides to try and fix a very broken race ship for the sake of partaking in a local race, but his trial and error to get the old piece of metal to fly leads to some hilariously chaotic interactions as it crashes onto the station.
Pax clambered out of the fallen racecraft. Behind him, greasy smoke billowed from the motor and he noted that the ship had left deep drag marks on the metal floor, a tell-tale trail from where it’d crashed. Gears stuck together on the engine, creating a high pitched whirring sound before flying in all directions, making Pax jump.
In front of him, just a few feet away, he saw Kailathell holding a tablet with a smug look on her face, narrowing his eyes - and promptly discarding his goggles, darkened with grease and soot - he finally understood why she was chuckling, as the hologram came into view. The footage of his not-so-glorious attempt at flying the makeshift ship was looping on the screen.
“Oh hell no. Erase that! Erase it right now!”
Kai shook her head, laughing.
“Nah, fun-size, this one’s for the scrapbook! It’s too glorious to throw away. I think I’ll call this: moments before the disaster. The future needs to see this.” She spun around playfully when Pax tried to take the tablet from her hands, too easy to avoid. Impatient, the teen was nearly jumping around her, but it only made his friend laugh more.
“Give me that!” He lunged for the tablet, only for Kai to hold it high above her head, making it impossible for his human height to reach.
“Ah, ah, ah…. No you don’t”
Pax jumped a few times, growing impatient with the realization that it was completely out of his reach as the alien girl stood still. Behind her, Pax saw his brother walk by.
“Aw, come on, that’s not fair! Ethean, do something!”
Ethean took one look at the chaotic situation of his brother and their friend and shook his head with a barely restrained laugh as he walked away. “You’re on your own for this one, bro.”
Pax scoffs, turning back to Kai, who still had her arm held high, a smug, victorious grin on her face. Though irritated, Pax can’t keep the laugh out of his voice. “You’re literally impossible when you want to be, you know that, Kai?”
The alien smiles.
“Yes, yes I do. And I am proud of it. You’re not taking this tablet from my hands, ever, baby!” Kai did a little twirl, before pointing the tablet on his direction. When he made a grab for it, she swiftly pulled it back, before he could even touch it.
Pax smiled, challengingly.
“Fine. I’ll just hack into it later anyways.”
Kai sticks her tongue out, placing her tablet onto her backpack. “I’d like to see you try, human boy.”
She walks away, and Pax follows her with her eyes. On the background, the other members of the team walk by, and he overhears their conversation, turning around to realize they’d been standing there the whole time.
“You owe me 20 credits.” Cassiopeia says, contemplating the wrecked race ship before them, with her hand extended to Aleks.
“Ugh, fine.” The young mechanic sighs, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a few dirtied Dantraxxian credits. Cassiopeia proudly pockets them as the sputtering of the ship them slowly goes silent.
Pax tilted his head, amused.
“You guys had been betting on me?”
Cassiopeia dismissed him with a flick of her hand.
“Nah, betting against you. Aleks thought that the piece of space junk you claimed to fix would last 10 minutes in the race, I was more realistic. Bet on 5 minutes, guess who won?”
Pax made a face at the young space pirate, which she returned in equal fashion. Beside her, Aleks grinned genuinely, trying to be reassuring.
“You’ll get the hang of it, Pax! When I started fixing ships most of them exploded, so crashing is actually one step ahead.”
For a moment, Pax only blinked, trying to decide if the mechanic had been joking, only to realise his friend was being utterly serious. “That’s so reassuring, thanks.” Pax replied, a deadpan look on his face.
Aleks gave him a thumbs up as he walked away.
“Always here to help.”
Cassiopeia laughed and walked towards Pax. “Come on, let’s get you out of these beat-up clothes and into something presentable. We're going to the city, I know a tremendous ice cream place on this planet, you’ll love it. Plus, we’re just joking. Though the crash was - indeed - the most hilarious thing I ever watched through a camera system, the ship was too beyond repair anyways.”
“Yeah, ice cream sounds amazing! And um, yeah, I kinda should have seen the crash coming when I chose to fly that ship in the first place, so no hard feelings”
He giggled, and Cassie smiled. “Good, let’s go then!” [...]
Slaughter -
(Snippet from The Last Wrath)
Context: Trapped in the royal court of the Capital city of the Morosyn Empire, Luciaya voices her dreams of one day escaping and going home to freedom. Her best friend, Quinn, a royal courtesan, has different thoughts on the concept of freedom in the Empire, and in doing so reveals his tragic past to his deeply worried friend.
“If the plan works and we’re lucky enough, we can go home one day. Wouldn’t that be great?” Luciya said, looking at the purple birds flying freely above the Imperial City’s many spirals.
“What home?” Quinn asked, bitterly leaning over the castle’s marble parapet, eyes fixed on the arena below them, where the festival’s fights had begun. “There’s no home to return to, my friend… At least not for me. Not while they rule over every aspect of our daily lives.” He said, running his fingers pensively over his gold bracelets, gifts from his many patrons.
He looks up at Luciya with a sigh, before staring straight ahead, eyes jaded as he begins his explanation.
“Let me give you some perspective then. A few years ago, I lived in a village in the Arkellyan province of Kyreen. The Morosyn Dynasty had conquered the kingdom's capital more than a decade prior, that’s true, but there were some provinces yet untouched that remained free. Kyreen was one of those places. The Emperor, and his army, would soon change that.” He paused, eyes fixed on the gladiatorial combat below, wincing at the sound of metal against metal.
“My village resisted bravely, and the Emperor - long may he live” He sarcastically spat the last bit, a touch of deep disgust in his mellow voice at the imperial salutation, mocking the voice of the Imperial nobles who said it. “He wanted to make an example out of us. Long story short, the royal army slaughtered my village, and… almost everyone died. A few of us were selected to be sent as slaves to the Empire, to ‘prove the efficiency of his Warlords’ - for outstanding traits. Some were the strongest, or more important, more… beautiful.” He looked at his hands blankly and shook his head.
“And now, here I am. It’s been five years. I haven’t seen a glimpse of the world outside the Imperial City for five years, and I am to entertain a nobility that I despise. A dancer who has no say on whose music he dances to.”
There was venom in his words, eyes aimed sharply at the nobles sitting on the other side of the stadium, who were cheering joyously on the gruesome battles below with gilded garments and fresh wine. Quinn scoffed, turning around and leaning on his elbows, so his back was turned to the unsavory scene before them. He shrugged tiredly, looking up to Luciya, who was now staring at the conflict below with a haunted look.
“So, you see? We’re all trapped here. We’re all slaves - to an arena,” He gestured vaguely with his head to the gladiators fighting below “to our beauty, or our debts. Even to our names and ideals. It doesn’t matter. Really. All the roads lead to that fancypants princeling seating high above everyone in his golden chair, laughing at our blood that pays for it. While that guy is alive, we’ll never truly be free. And we’ll never truly be safe.”
Quinn pushed himself away from the marble parapet, swiping a piece of candy from the pristine table of a soldier beside them. He quirked his head at Luciya, before smoothly walking away. “Food for thought.” [...]
Your words: sharp, tug, lovely, shimmering
Tagging (gently with no pressure): @clairelsonao3, @rickie-the-storyteller, @writernopal, @tabswrites and @elshells
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Just a Little Game
(In which a Pinterest comment of all things inspired me)
The ground shook beneath the green-clad hero’s feet. He dodged plaster falling from the ornately carved castle with flying dives and rolls only a master could even dream of executing. The Blade of Evil’s Bane sang in his hands as he sunk it’s metal into the hoards of rotting monsters that stood between him and the princess. Dang, it was hot as heck in this place. He wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead. He could feel his limbs weakening, straining under the monumental weight of the fate of the world.
A terrible monster loomed ahead, hair long and wild, red as blood. It roared ferociously and withdrew wickedly sharp tridents in its hands. The beast smiled, blood and saliva dripping from its curved fangs. Its face was almost human, contorted into a horrible sneer. The rest of its hulking frame was granted no such luxury. Rotting strips of cloth hung off powerful arms, shining black and pink with Malice. Its feet were more akin to hooves, cloven and perfect for smooshing him into the ground.
He heard clattering behind him. It was the Champions! Daruk with his mighty fists, Revali armed with swift flight and even swifter insults, Mipha with her diminutive grace and silver trident, and Urbosa with lightning in her eyes and a scimitar in her bronzed hands.
“Link!” the princess screamed. She was bound to a pillar with chains. Her beautiful golden hair hung in strands across her face. “Save me!”
The Champions and the Hero surged forward, weapons primed for the fight. The beast gave a terrible roar and charged. Their combined strength could barely make a dent in its shields. Link whaled against the demon with no avail.
“Little guy! I'll cover for you,” Daruk roared. He rolled across the rocky terrain, launching himself high into the air. The monster whipped around, ready for his attack. Its tridents flashed in the hazy red light.
“Daruk! NOOO!”
“Daruk Rudania, this is the third time I have called you in!”
The fight stopped. A muscular man with a shock of white hair stood at the door of the fence, hands in his hips. Daruk stood up sheepishly, brushing off his knees.
“Sorry Uncle Bludo,” he called. “Well, that means I gotta go. Can we play tomorrow?”
The seven of them were splayed out on the grass in Link and Zelda’s back yard, breathing hard and clutching sticks, their makeshift weapons.
“Yeah! See you tomorrow, Daruk,” Link signed. They exchanged a quick hug. “Eww, you’re all sweaty.” He scrunched up his nose. Daruk laughed in that strange, booming way of his.
“Back atcha, little guy!”
A chorus of good-byes followed him out of the yard. Mipha flopped back on the grass.
“I am quite tired”, she admitted. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes. “Shall we continue tomorrow?”
“Does this mean evil wins?” Ganondorf shook the leaves out of his many scarlet braids. “I think that’s the first time this has ever happened when we’ve played.”
“I guess it does,” Urbosa mused. She smiled and punched Ganondorf in the arm playfully. “I gotta go too. Mom’s gonna be pissed if we’re not home by dark.”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll catch up with you,” he said, waving her off. Urbosa rolled her eyes and hugged Zelda before she left. “Catcha ’round, little bird.”
That left Revali, Mipha, the twins, and Ganondorf in the gigantic yard. The wooden fence, weathered with age, banged open. Sidon rushed in.
“Big sister! Dad says we gotta go.” Mipha smiled and ruffled his strawberry blonde hair, straight and long just like hers. Sidon hopped into her arms as she bade a quiet farewell to her friends.
“I guess this means the great Revali will have to make his leave,” he trumpeted. Zelda scoffed and threw a chunk of dirt at him. He squawked indignantly, prompting peals of laughter from the young trio.
“You won’t be laughing at me when I become the greatest archer of all time!” He banged the door with a flourish, but still waved goodbye as he disappeared around the corner.
The three of them were left, breathless and basking in golden light and green grass.
“Are you sure you don’t mind being the bad guy all the time?” Zelda asked. “We can trade off sometime.”
“Nah, I think it’s funny watching all of you shrimps try and take me down.” He tousled her hair playfully. Zelda giggled and reached up to yank on his braids. The two of them erupted in an all out hair tugging war. Gan growled and flung her over his shoulder.
“Help, help oh courageous hero!” Zelda flung her hand over her forehead dramatically. “The beast has captured me once more!”
Link grinned and picked up his stick. “Not on my watch, oh wise princess! Now away, foul beast!” He whacked Gan’s leg with the stick. Zelda dropped like a sack of stones. Disgusting gurgling sounds and growls came out of his mouth as he slowly collapsed, clutching his leg.
“Curses upon you, hero and goddess!” He roared again and faked convulsions. “Currrseeeeeeessssss…”
He flopped one more time, then lay still. Zelda and Link could hardly control their laughter.
“Zelda, Link, it's time for you two to come to bed.” Their dad stood on the porch with an entertained look.
“Okay dad!” Zelda hugged Ganondorf tightly. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow,” he agreed. “You too, squirt.” He pulled Link into a hug. “Goodnight, Mr. Roham!”
“Goodnight, Ganondorf,” he said back. He ushered the little blond twins into the house. Ganondorf brushed the rest of the gunk out of his hair. He left the yard, already planning his attacks for the next battle. And tomorrow? Tomorrow was going to be the most fun they ever had.
#sapphie writes#legend of zelda#the legend of zelda#breath of the wild#botw#the champions#ganondorf#link#zelda#Mipha#Revali#Daruk#Urbosa#no beta we die like my sense of self worth
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Ishkarim
Image © Adam Langford.
[From the Fighting Fantasy book Battleblade Warrior. Beyond the Pit is a little ambiguous about what exactly the ishkarim are supposed to be. They’re called demons in the stat block (what little stat block Advanced Fighting Fantasy has), but the flavor text refers to them as undead. I added the bite attack so they have some offensive ability when unarmed.]
Ishkarim
CR 8 CE Undead
This creature has a desiccated humanoid upper body, with sharp teeth and skin pulled tight over its bones. Below the waist, it has six bony legs, each ending in a hook rather than a foot. It wears armor and carries a sword and shield.
Ishkarim are undead created by demons to act as guardians or semi-disposable soldiers. They are formed from devotees of demon cults who failed their masters one too many times, but remained loyal up to their death. Thus, their bodies retain some loyalty in death, and their souls remain tethered long enough to form some sort of more impressive demon once they finally are consigned directly to the Abyss. Some ishkarim work alongside demon worshipers, acting as both a symbol of both punishment and reward for the cult’s depraved believers.
Ishkarim are almost always found in groups of at least two. They fight primarily with manufactured weapons, although their teeth are sharp and can sap the flexibility from muscles and joints. Ishkarim use their spell-like abilities to target enemies that keep their distance, or to enhance their weapons before going into melee. Different ishkarim may fight with different armaments, but the ishkarim working together usually carry similar gear (often wielding the favored weapon of their demon lord). Most ishkarim can climb, but those that are created by aquatic demon lords like Dagon and Gogunta may have a swim speed instead.
Ishkarim CR 8
XP 4,800
CE Medium undead (extraplanar)
Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 ft., detect good, Perception +18, see invisibility
Defense
AC 23, touch 12, flat-footed 21 (+2 Dex, +4 natural, +4 armor, +3 shield)
hp 97 (13d8+39)
Fort +7, Ref +8, Will +11; channel resistance +2
DR 5/-; Immune electricity, undead traits; Resist acid 10, cold 10, fire 10
Defensive Abilities scuttle
Offense
Speed 30 ft., climb 20 ft
Melee masterwork scimitar +15/+10 (1d6+5/15-20), bite +9 (1d4+2 plus ability drain) or bite +14 (1d4+5 plus ability drain)
Ranged masterwork light crossbow +12 (1d8/19-20)
Spell-like Abilities CL 8th, concentration +11
Constant—detect good, see invisibility
3/day—align weapon, dread bolt (DC 15), versatile weapon
1/day—greater magic weapon, unholy smite (DC 17)
Statistics
Str 20, Dex 15, Con -, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 16
Base Atk +9; CMB +14; CMD 26 (34 vs. trip)
Feats Cleave, Critical Focus, Improved Critical (scimitar), Improved Initiative, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Shield Focus (heavy steel shield)
Skills Climb +19, Intimidate +18, Knowledge (planes) +13, Perception +18, Sense Motive +18, Stealth +15
Languages Abyssal, Common
SQ martial training
Ecology
Environment any land or underground (Abyss)
Organization solitary, pair, patrol (3-6) or band (7-12)
Treasure standard (masterwork leather lamellar armor, masterwork heavy steel shield, masterwork scimitar, masterwork light crossbow with 20 bolts, other treasure)
Special Abilities
Ability Drain (Ex) A creature bitten by an ishkarim must succeed a DC 19 Fortitude save or take 1d3 points of Dexterity drain. The save DC is Charisma based.
Martial Training (Ex) An ishkarim is proficient in simple and martial weapons, light, medium and heavy armor, and shields.
Scuttle (Ex) An ishkarim can move half its speed as a move action without provoking attacks of opportunity.
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Potatoes Rap Cypher
Aru: Let's Go!
Lightning child, lying, wild,
Feral when you get me riled
Took legendary hero title
Don't make me bury you under Palace's tiles
Leader of the new Pandava crew
Took on demons, deities, and my father too
Got my sisters on my side, nothing we can't do
Now see what happens when my Vajra hits you
*autotune*
Pandava Arjuna, daughter of Indra, ended the war between devas and asuras; spread out the amrita, sided by Krishna, fly with Subala, leading the Nairrata;
Smartass as Krithika, Drip hero pajamas; Ping pong be playin' ya, Rich so they call me Shah; Rook at me charge, hero at large, strike the boys so hard, I'm dating an apsara.
Mini:
Terrified, but not for me
Worried for your health when you mess with my team
Daughter of Death, your soul will reap
Beg my father for life, you won't get my mercy
Dee-Dee in hand, didis' my clan
Making illusions and blocking your mans
Indian-Filipino, two worlds at my command
Cats-eye glasses looking down on the land
Stared down a giant, nearly made him cry
Say I look like Dora, ok fine
I'm just prepared, couldn't beat me if you try
Piss me off and you might just die.
Riding nightmares straight outta dreams
Killing it out here, save your begs and pleas
Healing the game, nothing can touch me
Oh you're afraid of snakes? Their prince calls me his queen.
Brynne:
Killing you all like my name on your tongue
Flows like the wind, you better run
Get me enraged and you're all done
Oh by the way, my brother's Hanuman
Gave me a mace because I am smashing
Hulk wishes that he could have my level of thrashing
The blows that I'm landing, the deaths I am handing,
Bodies falling and crashing
Rakshasa blood because I am a savage
Baddie in the kitchen, causing fire damage
Shapeshifter, cannot touch me when I ravage
Ask Ammamma about all of my wrecked havoc
Eating your armies like platters of Pira
Ask Gunky and Funky, I'm the one to fear-a
Only calm when I'm with my baby Hira
Don't mess with the greatest wind war-rea (warrior)
Nikita and Sheela:
*with soul*
Floral fashionista breaking your scheming
Taking us down? You must be dreaming
In five seconds, vines have you screaming
Begging for mercy when the eyes start gleaming
Tiara on point 'cause I am a royal
Wearing the PJs 'cause I win in my sleep
Critique your outfit as you're buried in soil
Got the future in my sight, man we can't be beat
Boss from Guyana, should've dawned on ya
Psychic wonder child, just call me Anya
Walking like a model looking down on you peasants
Spilling tea of the future in the past and present
Underestimate us 'cause we have no myths?
We'll just sneak up on ya, you won't know what hit.
Mess with our squad, you'll be feeling the trouble
When we're done with you, you'll be seeing double, oh.
Aiden:
Prince charming shows up, now start the dance
When the scimitars come out, you won't even stand a chance
Taking out full armies in a camera flash
I'm a Shadow, facts, finish it with one slash
Ladies fall as I hit them with the smoulder
Fighting as I bear burdens you could never shoulder
Make you regret the battle, you don't wanna start this
Striking without mercy, you can call me heartless.
Heroine troll loves a snob like me
Love her more even if she's the death of me
'Cause they tried to kill me twice, came back every time
I'm the baddest Wifey you'll ever find
Draupadi incarnate, Pandava adjacent
Got BB's fire inside, doesn't matter who I'm facing
Hear my voice and what I'm 'bout to do
As I take the title of best husbando AND waifu
Rudy: Oh yeah. Alright! Ok! Let's go! Uhhh... You know what, screw it.
*throws rock* *autotune*
Bringing in the Naga Prince; Fangs sharp enough to break the skin; Scales on my face glistening; Underwater kingdom, always dripping
Black and white vision 'cause you're all old news
Made two ancient snakes dance to my tunes
Barely need to try so I often just snooze
Why bother steppin' up? I just can't lose!
Turning pale, they flail, they bail, they wail, they run the second they see the tail; It's fun, you're done, I've won, so run, snipe with my bow like it's a gun.
Strike like a serpent 'fore you take a breath (hiss)
When I'm through there ain't nothing left (hiss)
Reckless, risk taker, rushing ahead
Got my dark queen with me so I don't fear death
Kara:
Sun's out, daughter's in
Burning, brazing, fury blazing
Calling you out for all your sins
Turn them to ashes, don't think I'm playing
Deus ex machina, dictionary
More knowledge than Alexa, visionary
Tired of the toxic, making me weary
Pulling out Sunny, show you pain that's searing
Killed the Sleeper first, made him feel his curse, showed him I can hurt, took down the worst;
Forgot it all, can't make me fall, standing tall, can't play this doll;
My fire inspires, burns all of the liars, sitches turn dire, I'm lighting your pyres; Down to the wire, Aiden, my ire, rising higher, burning brighter.
Trident I'm armed, I'm bringing the harm, you're not even warm, my climax has formed, sided by Rama, ending the drama, fulfilling my dharma, that's Karna's karma!
Cypher List (in case I do this again)
#aru shah#the potatoes#the pandava quintet#aiden acharya#yamini kapoor mercado lopez#brynne tvarika lakshmi balamuralikrishna rao#kara shah#based on a previous post about them rapping#let me know what you think!
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