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Running With The Wolves

Wolfwalker!Moon Knight (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You're on the verge of being labeled a witch, but can one handsome stranger (and his two "brothers") save you from the same cruel fate as your mother, who was labeled as one and burned at the stake?

Can you handle the truth about your heroes identities, despite it all? Would you find out who your masked savior truly was beneath his cloak?

Only you could answer that.

TW/CW: Witch hunts, violence, graphic violence, graphic death, blood, public execution, parental death, persecution, grief, depression, Wolfwalkers AU, Moon Knight AU, incorrect lore

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: I was watching Wolfwalkers and it gave me the idea for the boys. I did a little research into the lore, so some will be inaccurate (my pagan ancestors would frown upon me lmao) as well as historically inaccurate; so what is in this fic is largely based on the film. It will be especially inaccurate because y'know, Marc is American and Jake is Spanish and Steven is English etc, as well as Khonshu being around (but in the comics he's had a Viking Moon Knight so this isn't too far fetched he'd be in a place like Ireland) so please bear with me, my poor mind has been going through it lately and I wanted to write somethin' pointless, so enjoy this weird ass AU I came up with! (Header does not indicate the reader's race!)

Taglist: @enheduannasposts

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PT. 1

"I heard tha's the girl who lives on the outskirts." You heard a young woman whisper to her friend. Her accent was clearly not from Ireland. She sounded like one of the people from England. They'd been arriving slowly but surely, like a trickle from a leaky bucket, since you were a child.

Your skin prickled as you looked over the vegetables in the market stall, tended to by an old woman who was blind in one eye. Mary, her name was. Mary was probably one of the only around here who was kind to everyone, unless they gave her a reason not to. And those two English girls certainly gave her a reason...

"Aye, ye two hussies best be leav'n this girl be!" She spat, waving her old wooden stick around. "She 'ent done nothin' to ye!"

The two women jumped back with a yelp and scurried off, an armored guard eyeing you and Mary warily.

Your nose crinkled at him and you turned your nose up as you looked back at the crop Mary was selling.

"I'm sorry, lass. I don't like 'em either." Mary said, winking her blind eye at you.

You can't help but smile as you trade some herbs for the vegetables, placing the juicy morsels into your basket. "I just would like for things to go back to the way they were." You sighed.

"Like when I was a girl, before they came to our town. Things were fine, everything was in balance."

Mary leaned in, holding a finger to the sky as she spoke quietly to you.

"Aye, lass. But don't worry. The crimes these English folk are doin' to us? They'll be payin', mark my words! The land, the very sky itself is angry because we can't honor the promises we made so long ago." She grinned, half her teeth missing from old age. "Then, maybe we'll be forgiven."

"Aye, or maybe be consumed by the wolves and the forest while we're at it." You smile sadly. You remembered being safe in those woods as a girl, playing in the creeks, chasing birds and hares, the wolves singing on the breeze...

But the wolf attacks have become ever so common, now. None had been bitten, but their homes had been trashed, their livestock spirited away into the cover of night, wolf tracks everywhere. You were the only one whose homestead was spared. You often wondered why. The only thing different between your little plot and the rest of the homes that were driven empty was... wait.

They were all English.

You weren't. That house you lived in had belonged to your family for nearly half a century. The English farmsteads were placed on the grounds that were cleared by the King's woodcutters and soldiers, they were the ones being attacked. Not you.

But lately, you've heard other tales as well. A "devil in white" the King's men would ramble, their voices shrill with fear. A man in white armor who moved like a ghost, and fought like hell itself. You paid no mind, figuring it may be some hermetic hunter who called the forest home, who simply didn't want to have them invade his solitude.

Maybe--

"Lass, you should get home." Mary said, looking at you with worry as a small gaggle of women whispered and pointed at you. You were used to the stares, you'd been getting them as a child. But since the English arrived, those whispers became accusations.

"Witch."

Your mother had faced a similar accusation, given her odd habits and ways of whispering to the wind.

Some considered her addled, even moreso when she began raving of spirits and the voices she said came from the ground.

You remembered the night that she died, the horrible, evil way that she left this world.

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You were only twelve years old, gripped hard by the local men as the bishop to your village spoke from the Bible, quoting things about the crimes of witchcraft and how your mother could only be cleansed by fire.

You screamed, and kicked, and cried and cursed, but all that earned you was a punch to the gut as they lit the kindling beneath your mother's feet.

You'd heard tales of witch burnings, but you'd never ever thought such horrible deeds would come to your town; your safe, warm little home.

Your mother was strange, yes, but she taught you many things that had proven useful. The best herbs to cure the worst fever, the best tonics to drink to cure an ailing cough, how to track in the woods, how to trust the forest to show you the way home; but only if you respected it as a living being, and respected the souls who lived within.

She wasn't a "witch" to you.

She was your mother.

And she was right in front of you, burning.

"Mummy!" You screamed, your voice sounding as though you swallowed shards of pottery.

She looked at you, and smiled, crying and struggling against the ropes that bound her to the stake.

The fire crept up, up, until it reached her feet.

You could smell it--the acrid, disgusting stench of oil and burning flesh. You could see her skin blister, peel, and burn away as she screamed, begged for mercy. Mercy that the church was not willing to grant her.

You screamed and cried until your throat was raw and bloody, struggling until you broke free of the men's arms.

You didn't think twice on it--you leapt towards the pyre.

Your mother was dead. You knew this. But all you wanted was to hold her one last time, even if all that was left now was blackened, charred flesh.

Your soft, delicate hands burned, your dress beginning to catch aflame as you desperately tried to reach for what little remained of the woman you loved most in the world.

The pain was so blinding, so debilitating that your vision went white around the edges, and you saw the world begin to go dark.

"Damn it--put the girl out!" Was the last thing that you heard before you lost consciousness.

When you'd awoke, it had been two whole days since your mother's trial and burning. Two days since she plead to the "court" about how they were treating the land; that if they didn't change their ways they would all suffer for it.

The first face you saw was the bishop looking down at you with a solemn and sad expression, completely different from the way his eyes had gleamed maniacally as he cheered the death of your mother.

"I'm sorry, dear girl." He said kindly, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Your arms and hands were wrapped in clean linen--or, well, as clean as they could get it, anyway--your burns itching and painful.

You gritted your teeth, feeling hot tears burn as you glared at him, your throat still raw and aching.

"You killed her!" You meant to yell, but it only came out a hoarse croak.

"Aye, girl, I did. But I took no pleasure in it."

Liar. Filthy, disgusting liar! You wanted to shout, You smiled when she screamed!

"Your mother was bewitched by the devil, don't you see? The only way to ensure she could make it to heaven was if she was cleansed by fire." He told you, his wrinkled eyes looking at you with such gentleness you could almost scarcely believe this was your beloved mother's executioner.

"At least now, you know your mother made it to the gates of heaven. And hopefully God finds it in Him to grant your mother eternal peace." He continued, "After all, she loved you greatly, and there is nothing more pure than a mother's love. Even if it was the love of a witch."

You bite back bile that wanted to rise--partly from the pain, partly from disgust--and turned your head away, your tears heavy like chains that hung from your lashes and held your eyes closed.

"So hopefully, we can pray she found salvation and forgiveness in the fact she loved you so."

His hand brushed a lock of burnt hair from your face.

"Don't worry, girl... You can go home. But I must implore you not to give in to the teachings your mother no doubt gave you. None of that talking trees or animals nonsense, you hear?"

You wanted to kick him, to bite his disgusting fingers off and pluck out his eyes. But... all you did was nod, and say:

"I understand."

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Later that night, barring the English women's gossip, you'd had a fairly decent day. Your snare on the edge of the forest had gotten a nice hare; providing you with some nice soft fur and meat and bone.

You'd spent your days thereafter doing much of the same work you'd done since you returned to your empty home the week your mother died. You gardened, placed more snares, cleaned the house, worked the loom, began weaving a small tapestry.

One night, you were broken from your tedium by heavy hands on your door, making you yelp and prick yourself with a needle.

You stuck your bloody fingertip in your mouth and stuffed the tapestry into your heavy wooden chest, rushing to your front door to see what was the trouble.

When you opened it, there was the bishop, flanked by two men in heavy plate armor. You felt a shiver creep up your spine; the sight was eerily similar to the night your mother was taken away, only this time the bishop looked so ancient he looked like a piece of dried, brittle leather.

"Dear girl, thank God you're alright." The bishop breathed, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.

Your brow creased, and you opened your mouth to speak, only for him to cut you off.

"That... That man, that devil whom the townsfolk here and elsewhere have been seeing--he was here. Tonight! He killed four of the King's finest men!" He said, panicked, his touch cold and clammy.

"And earlier in the day... wolves. A pack of white wolves! I feared for you, girl. I know that you're alone and so far from town." He shuddered a breath. His lungs sounded awful, even to your ears. Honestly... If the man had allowed it, you could have fixed his long coughing illness. He's been suffering for years with it, sometimes to the point where his surmons had to be delivered by proxy.

He was suffering... but so had your mother, whom he murdered in the name of his god.

Your jaw was tight, and you nodded. "I... I see. I haven't been attacked yet, sir. B-but I will keep an eye out and alert you if I see anything strange."

You wouldn't.

"I don't want that devil to hurt anyone else."

You hoped he chased them all away.

He mistook your shaky voice for one of mutual fear for the man that haunted the nights, like the dreaded vampires back in England and the smaller towns and villages.

"Yes, dear girl." He put his hand to your cheek and smiled, his aged features twisting in agony. "A good girl. May God protect you."

"And He, you." You replied, the words tasting like rotten meat on your tongue.

"Such a good girl." He turned, coughing into his hand. "May God help civilise this land..."

Thunder boomed in the distance, almost as if the very sky itself was urging the cruel men on their way, to leave you be.

As soon as your door was closed, you grabbed a nearby cauldron and heaved it over to your hearth, hanging it from the iron hook and dumping the pail of water into it to boil.

You hastily stripped your clothes free and dumped them into the cauldron, rushing to find your small bottles of tonics.

When you'd found the ones you needed, you dumped them, alongside fresh herbs, into the pot with your soaking clothes.

You knew, based on your own observations, that those who coughed often spread it through touch or spit. And he had coughed into his hands and touched you; you simply don't want to take the risk.

You had to start selling your healing tonics "under the table" as Mary said, as cleaning agents for clothes and blankets just so you could pass it to the townsfolk with sick family. You hated doing that, but seeing a sickly child able to run around with her siblings again without fear of that wretched cough was worth the pain of lying.

You watched as the water bubbled, standing naked as you poked at the fabric with your long wooden spoon, swirling it around and around.

Once you deemed it hot enough, you carefully picked up the cauldron and set it on your stone slab at the mouth of your hearth, you scooped some of the herbal water into your wash bucket and began scrubbing at your clothes mercilessly to rid it of any possible sickness.

Once they were clean enough, you hung them near the fire to dry (but not close enough to catch fire while you were asleep).

You felt goosebumps chill your skin as the wind rattled your shutters, so you grabbed a heavy woolen blanket to wrap yourself up in while you dug around for a new linen dress to put on.

It was a small comfort, given how early in the year it was, and these certain storms always brought unseasonably cold weather in their shadow, but you accepted it nonetheless.

You walked over to your wooden chest and pulled out your half-finished tapestry. It was one your mother started when you were barely hip-height; your father, strong and large, next to your mother, petite and soft. Interconnecting between them was you, holding their larger hands in your tiny ones.

Much of it was unfinished, and only within the last year did your grief finally allow you to finish what she started, as this was the only thing left that you had of her. When the church took her away, your mother knew they were coming, so she hid certain things out in the woods for safekeeping, only telling you their whereabouts. Once the church lifted it's eye from you one autumn day, you finally ran out into the clearing your mother hid her things in.

Being able to have something to visually remember your parents by wrenched your heart in a bittersweet way, but it was all you had of them, other than their rings you wore, hidden and slung low beneath your bodice so nobody would see.

You knew if the bishop found out... He would have them all destroyed, burned like your mother; and he would likely have you thrown into the stocks and publicly lashed as punishment.

In a twisted way, the bishop cared for you. He saw you as an innocent, God-fearing girl who had been brainwashed by your witch mother, whom only acknowledged the paganistic "Old Ways".

You hated having to keep up the act, but you didn't want to die. You owed it to your mother and father, wherever their souls were together, to live on.

You blinked, and a heavy teardrop splashed down onto the tapestry.

Your body jolted with the clap of thunder. How long had you been crying? Had you been crying this whole time, but didn't realize it? Oh, you hated how often these crying fits would strike you.

All you wanted to do was think of the happy times with your family, but it always came back to the fact that they were dead and you were alone.

You dropped back onto your bed, the old, dried wood creaking beneath your weight, the smell of the straw mattress stuffed with dried flowers and clovers soothing to your senses.

Your eyes felt heavy, weighted down from your painful thoughts, and you turned your head to look at the wreath above your bed, shamrocks with dried berries carefully strung together; it was something your mother taught you. You couldn't remember the significance of the thing, but making them when you were bored became a mundane comfort.

You closed your eyes and sighed heavily.

You would need to check your snares in the morning.

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Your leather shoes squelched in the mud as you carefully made your way to the treeline early that next morning. You nervously chewed the inside of your cheek to check if the coast was clear before venturing into the bushes.

It was early enough none had arisen yet to start the day, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon as you set off into the forest.

Yes, setting your traps beyond the treeline was dangerous, as they would tell you, but you knew the game in the woods was fat and ripe, perfectly full of meat. If you could hunt at all, you would try your aim at shooting one of those slovenly bucks with a bow and arrow.

But a hunter you were not. Trap-maker, yes. But no hunter.

Your tiny iron dagger was slung low on your hip, your mostly-empty wooden sack carrying fresh bait for any snares that were sprung, or if the bait had been snatched.

The first two traps hadn't been sprung, but picked clean, most likely by birds and quick-witted squirrels. No luck in catching anything.

But as you neared your final trap, you heard an odd noise. A wheezing sound, almost, followed by heavy pants and a whimper.

Your footsteps stopped as you peered around the thick trunk of an ancient tree, your breath catching in your throat as you looked at the sight in front of you.

It was your last snare, set up with some bread and berries to lure in a rabbit or squirrel (as was your typical game) but it seems that this time, somehow... you snagged a wolf.

And this was not a normal wolf; it was one with fur as white as the coldest snow, now muddied and stained from the soggy ground it flailed around in; your snare secured firmly around its neck and front paw, cinching the two together in a painful manner.

Your heart broke as you saw the creature struggle and wheeze, choking out quiet howls that couldn't be heard through the underbrush.

With your jaw set tight, you stepped out of the clearing, and the wolf turned to you, trying to limp away.

"Shhh, hush, now." You soothe the animal, your hands out in front of you as you got lower, trying to seem less threatening.

Yes, the townsfolk feared wolves, but you wouldn't just leave this beautiful creature to slowly strangle to death on one of your own traps; your soul wouldn't be able to handle the weight of guilt.

"I won't hurt you, sweetie." You say, your voice calm and soft as you reached out.

The wolf snapped tentatively at you, whimpering as the pain of the cord dug further into its throat and paw, red stains now blotching the white fur.

"It's all right. I won't hurt you..." You urge the panicked animal. Your own eyes locked with its dark brown ones, and you could almost hear its thoughts plead:

Help me. Please. It hurts. Please!

You wait for the wolf to still, and sit its haunches on the ground, those big, pained eyes staring right through to your very soul.

Once the wolf is calm, you hook your fingers through the snare, reaching for the part of it that looped around, and try to loosen it enough for it to slip free.

But to no avail, the amount of flailing the wolf had done had twisted and cinched it to the point you couldn't. Your brow pinched and you nervously chewed the inside of your cheek before unsheathing your dagger.

Upon seeing the glint of the blade, the wolf whimpered and panicked again, beginning to flail once more as you reached for it.

"No!" You say, frantically trying to calm the beast. "Stop! You're making it worse! Please--I'm not going to hurt you."

You grunt as you leap forward, crushing the wolf against you in a bear hug, trying to calm its thrashing body as you swing your sharpened blade through the cord, severing it from the branch it was tethered to.

You sliced your thumb in an attempt to cut the cord around its throat, but you somehow managed it, your blood leaving fresh streaks of red and pink through the wolf's surprisingly soft fur.

You drop your dagger and release the animal, falling back on your bum as you carefully crawl away as the canine heaved for uninhibited air, its barreled chest shaking with effort.

Once it had collected itself, it limped up to you, it cut paw hanging an inch or two above the ground as its wet, charcoal black nose sniffed at your wounded thumb.

Its pink tongue laved out and lapped up your blood, as if to say "sorry" for causing you to injure yourself for trying to aid it.

Your eyes however, were drawn to the cuts into the wolf's throat and paw, oozing small rivulets of blood as it stared at you.

"Oh... You poor..." You breathed, rising to kneel on your knees, dirtying your skirt even more.

"I... Those can get infected. Please. I... I can help you..."

You don't know why you were trying to bargain with an animal, but somehow it paid off. The wolf nosed its way into your lap, ears flattened up and eyes pleading up at you.

"Okay..." You murmur, scratching behind one of its ears. "Let's get you home, boy. I have stuff there that can help ya."

The wolf whimpered.

"Er... Well, I assume you're male?" You chuckle awkwardly, trying to think of how to carry this large and hefty animal back home without being seen.

"I'm not gonna violate you by takin' a peek or anything." You clear your throat when one of the wolf's ears flop as "he" tilts his head at you.

"Er. Okay. Let's go..."

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It was easier than you thought, getting him back home. As the sun crept higher, the fog and mist were your ally as you smuggled the "dangerous" animal back to the safety of your home.

You had to haul him over your shoulders and beat feet through the underbrush. Once you were safely inside, you had to (with great difficulty) maneuver the wolf down onto your bed.

You chuckled when he rolled over--and he was most definitely a "he"--and began rolling this way and that into your blankets, making small huffs and growls.

"Ah-ah..." You murmur, reaching out to brush your hand through his muddy fur. "You might make your injuries worse, 'kay, m'love?"

That seems to get the wolf's attention. You weren't sure if he could understand you, which honestly had you thinking you were crazy, but the way he sat up and stared at you, one ear flopping down as he looked up into your eyes sent a strange feeling through your body.

"Hmm..." You murmur, brushing your fingers tentatively around his wounded throat. From his muddy thrashing he'd accumulated a fair amount of dirt, and that would lead to infection.

You hike your skirts up and tie them around your waist, and you could almost swear you saw a look of modesty cross the wolf's eyes as his ears slicked back against his head and he buried his muzzle into your warm blankets.

You scratch the back of your head, a little confused at his reaction as you adjust your knickers and rush to gather your herbs you'd need, plucking dried leaves and roots that hung above your hearth.

You set the herbs down into your mortar and pestle and begin to grind them down, mixing them evenly into a dissolvable mass that would melt in the water once you'd boiled it.

You crack your knuckles and grab a pail, untying your skirts and smoothing them out, frowning at the mud stains as you reach for your door, making a "shush" gesture to the wolf.

"Stay quiet and don't go near the windows! It's dangerous if you're seen." You gently urge him before slipping outside into the morning light once again.

The trek to the well was always annoying, but your neighbors never minded you coming to fetch water, knowing how dangerous it could possibly be for you to hike to the creek at the edge of the forest just to get yourself some of the life-giving liquid.

You inwardly cringed when the Kenny's daughter, Aisling, was already at the well; her belly already round with her unborn child. Barely 19 years of age and she was already with a babe; she was often sickly as a child, this you remembered, so her family (namely her husband) was very concerned about her well-being and that of her impending birth.

Upon seeing you approach, Aisling smiled widely and waved at you, saying your name chipperly, almost like an excited morning bird.

You were really hoping not to have a conversation so early, afraid someone would know you were harboring a wolf inside your home...

"Hello, Aisling. Feeling well this morning?" You hum innocently at her as you tie your pail up, before cranking the wench and lowering it down to the water below.

"Yes, surprisingly!" She giggled, patting her belly with a soft smile. "M' little one decided it was a good day to let mummy keep food down."

"That's good! I still recommend broths if you feel nauseous, however..."

"I know, I know. My mum is constantly making sure of that." She sighed with a roll of her eyes, hooking her own two pails of water onto her yoke.

Your hairs raised and you reached out, the wench slipping from your hands and your bucket dropping all the way back down into the water below the earth.

"No! You mustn't lift something that heavy." You caution. "It's not good for your baby."

"Ohhh! You sound like my father." She sighs, frowning deeply, her hands on her hips. "I'm not helpless, y'know!"

"Yes, I'm aware, but--"

"Aisling!" Her husband panted, trotting up to the both of you. He was at least a decade or so older than she was, but nonetheless it was a good match; he seemed to love her greatly. He was English, and one of the few kind ones you've known, in fact. A gentle giant.

This fact was emphasized when his large bulky hand reached down to touch her belly, sighing with relief. "No, no, you know that you can't be out here alone! The wolves!"

"I 'ent seen no wolves!" Aisling pouted up at him.

"That doesn't mean no wolves see you, m'love." He sighed dejectedly at her. He gives you a kind smile and a nod, hoisting the yoke over his own shoulders, "Aye, lass. Glad to see someone else talking some sense into my pretty little wife, here..."

"Bah!" Aisling scoffed, throwing her arms in the air as she waddled back down to their house.

He shook his head with a chuckle, "I swear, if we have a girl and she turns out like her..."

"You'll have your hands full, alright." You sigh, cranking the wench again.

"Aye." He says, giving you a cautious look. "But, I must warn you, the same way I did Aisling... with these wolves about, it's dangerous..."

"I know." You smile. "I'll be fine."

"Alright..." He replies, giving you one last look before going back home to his wife and family.

You on the other hand, rushed back home with your water to your waiting furry companion...

You almost dropped the pail of water when you saw what he was doing. Somehow he managed to nose open up the chest containing your mother's things, and was insistently sniffing the tapestry.

"Ah! No, no, no!" You frantically say, setting the water down to rush over, gently shoving his snout to the side to close the chest.

"Gah..." You sigh in relief, and smile softly at the wolf, reaching out to pinch and squish his cheek. And surprisingly, he took it well, making a little "whurf!" as you do.

"Don't go through my stuff, it's not very polite after I risked my arse you take care of you." You chuckle, setting yourself to task of boiling the water with the ground herbs. You kneel next to the remaining bit of water on the floor, dipping a rag into the pail and making a clicking noise with your teeth.

The wolf tipped his head to the side, ears pricking up at the noise as he slowly moseyed over to you shyly.

"Oh relax, I won't poison ya." You chuckle, dabbing the soaked cloth onto his fur, cleaning him of the muck.

He of course, did not like this. He whimpered and tucked his tail between his legs, his gorgeous brown eyes pleading with you.

"Ah! That won't work on me, Mister... You need to be clean before I can clean your wounds!" You cluck at him, not falling for his cute little attempt.

Thankfully, he sits there and lets you gently massage the mud away, carefully cleaning around his wound sites before hastily grabbing the pot of boiling water and pouring some into a wooden bowl.

You scratch behind one of his ears and say softly, "Now... I'm going to take care of you, okay? Now... just let me..."

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"No! Down! Bad wolf!" You groan, watching as his tail wagged happily, one of your kirdles firmly in his jaws, daring you to come get it.

"Ooooh! I should have left you in the woods!"

His ears flatten back and his eyes get big, giving you the sweetest, saddest look you've ever seen...

And it definitely broke you.

"Ah... You little... mouth off my clothes!" You grunt, tugging the garment from between his teeth, groaning at the sight of tears from his fangs.

He dropped down onto his front paws, wagging his tail happily as he makes a playful whine and yip.

"Oi! Ya seem just fine now!" You scold the animal, shaking the torn kirdle in front of him.

It was true. In just one day, your furry companion seemed to have healed miraculously faster than what was natural. It concerned you... but you didn't feel threatened by the creature's playful antics.

If anything, having him around made you feel less... lonely.

Dinner was almost ready, a simple stew with vegetables and salted meats tossed in. You weren't sure if wolves could eat such a meal, but you would feel awful if you were eating and your new friend merely had to sit and watch.

You sigh and toss your clothes aside, watching with a snort as the wolf playfully dove for it, rolling around and kicking it with his feet as you used your ladle to scoop two bowls.

You curled your feet beneath you as you plopped a spoon into your bowl before placing the spare on the floor. Your wolf's ears perked up and he sniffed the air, licking his chops as he abandoned your torn-up kirdle in favor of investigating the food you placed for him.

You smiled around your mouthful as he accidentally dipped his nose too deep into the broth, whipping his head around with a heavy snort.

"Ah, that's not how you eat, by the way..." You hum innocently, and again, your wolf gives you an almost human reaction, flattening his ears back as he seems to glare at you for a moment, before lapping at the food, curling his tongue around to eat the bits of veggies and meat.

"Oh, I'd love to keep you, but you don't belong here, fella." You say, scratching his ear softly in an affectionate way. Your skin crawls when you hear a mournful howl travel from the forest, across the fields, and into your house.

Your wolf whimpers and looks at you.

"As soon as you're ready, I'll sneak you back out to the woods." You promise him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

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He looked out from the treeline, his glowing white eyes staring out from the darkness.

A large, fluffy animal--a gorgeous white wolf, fur stained with mud--sidled up next to him, ears flattened back.

"Still no sign of him?" He sighed, frustrated.

The wolf whimpered, his tail tucking and nose dipping towards the ground in a response that seemed to say "no".

"Damn it!" The man roared, his fists balling tight as he began to pace angrily.

"Still no sign of your third?" A deep voice rumbled from the trees.

He lifted his gaze to spot him in all his imposing glory--Khonshu; god of the night sky, the moon, justice and many things in-between. His lithe frame ominously perched on the limb of an ancient, thick tree. One of his legs dangled down while the other supported his arm, his dominant hand clutching his staff in a tight-fisted grip as he stared down at him.

But mostly, he was his fist of vengeance. He was dispensing justice against those who imposed their will on the weak; like the other Englishmen who oppressed the local populace with their threats of jail, execution...

He also had to deal with bandits. Bandits, constantly seemed to prey upon travelers trying to find better places to live, to eke out a livelihood to support their families.

But right now, he was on edge.

He was incomplete. He was missing a vital part of himself. Someone he would not be able to fully function without.

Finally, his tongue unglued itself from the roof of his mouth and allowed him to speak.

"No."

"He is alive. I can feel it." Khonshu sighed, almost sounding bored. "You and your wolves... Sometimes they are a gift... other times it is a curse."

It was true... there weren't many of his kind left, and they were useful as a commodity, but also a vast hindrance if they were separated. Very few were born after being hunted to near extinction, and even fewer still were bitten and turned.

He tipped his head to the side, "He will come back. But until then, we have work to do. There is a group of soldiers that have taken women and children from their homes. I'm sure you can deduce what it is that they intend to do to them. I want you to stop them and set their captives free." Khonshu tapped his staff against the thick bark of the tree, and in a sharp breeze, he vanished.

"Right..." He said, his throat tight; his body thrumming with anxiety, his hand shaking immensely at the strain of lacking such a vital part of himself. He wondered still, if he would be able to control himself, to hold himself back without him.

His wolf companion moved forward, nudging his snout into the palm of his hand, whimpering softly.

Sparing one last glance over the countryside, he made a hefty sigh.

"Where the hell are you?"

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Pt. 2: I will get to it eventually, I swear you guys

Extra super late author's note:

Yeah it's gonna be at least one or two more parts. I am gonna split it up to ease on the scrolling time for you guys! That and it feels neater than cramming so many lazy time skips into one post. I am going to get the rest of my drafts cleared (hopefully) and begin eating away some of those asks I have piled up in my inbox (that Tumblr didn't manage to delete by some miracle...)

My trip might be postponed, dealing with a lot at home, like me almost burning the house down today and almost passing out from the damn smoke because wooooo fire is bad

If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have none whatsoever!

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #wolfwalkers #wolfwalkers au

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 10 months

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Nimona headcanons part ? (I don’t even know I lost count last week)

Ambrosius stopped wearing socks in the house

Because every once and a while he would walk around on their carpeted floors and then go to grab Bal’s right hand and get shocked

He would jump away with a small curse while Nimona would cackle in the background

Whenever Nimona wants attention or doesn’t get their way they make noises that they know annoy Bal and Ambrosius

She’ll ask if she can pick the movie that night and Bal will tell her no cause she picked the last two nights

And she let out the most annoying high-pitched “aaaaa” they’ve ever heard

Whenever he gets bored and doesn’t want to terrorize the citizens he’ll make random animal noises and makes the boys guess what animal it is

They’ve got good at telling a difference

But it also leads to very weird sentences like “growl like a grizzly bear one more time and you’re grounded for a week young man”

I feel like board games are hell for Bal

This poor baby just wants to get through one normal game of Monopoly (or whatever off-brand game they were playing)

And every time Nimona will find a way to turn the game on its head so she wins

And Ambrosius the love of his life the apple of his eye the sunshine to his moonbeam plays along

This man goes out of his way to make it difficult for him to win

He’ll twist the rules or come up with brand new ones on the spot that sounds so legit it makes Bal search for the damn rule book

There have been times when he’ll look Bal in the eyes and say “Sorry love the rules state that the leader of a successful coup wins the game”

And he can’t even get mad cause Nim and Ambrosius have the cutest little matching smiles on their faces when they think they’ve successfully fooled him

When Ambrosius cleans on a normal day it’s not uncommon for him to get sidetracked

He’ll play music and he’ll sing or he’ll dance (or both if he’s feeling especially bored)

He’ll always manage to drag Nimona and Bal into it

Sometimes when it’s just Bal and Ambrsius in the house he’ll play slower songs and drag Bal out into the living room and slow dance for a bit

When it’s Ambrosius and Nimona alone he’ll let her take over the aux and play her favorite songs

When it’s all three of them together they have a little dance party

I’ve seen so many videos making fun of Bals “amazing” sneaking skills and I feel like Ambrosius is good at hiding

He’s been in the limelight from the moment he was born and there were times when he was sick of it

So he got good at blending into a crowd and sneaking

It used to freak Bal and Nimona out when they first met him

When Bal first met Ambrosius he assumed that he would be a showboating prince of the school

And sure there were moments when he would play that part

But that’s all it was a part

When he’s out of his armor he’s quiet as a church mouse

Bal got very used to hearing Nimona yell from across the house “fucking hell do we need to tie a bell to you or something make a noise Nemesis”

After she gets used to it she finds it kind of impressive

Cause he’s able to sneak up on both her and Bal and they’ve both got really good hearing

It doesn’t take long for them to convince him to use his powers for evil

You see Bal has a bad habit of getting stuck in his head and when he does his reaction time is shit

So it's fucking hilarious to watch as he flails when Ambrosius snuck up on him a minute before

It always gets a good laugh out of the trio and it gets Bal out of his head for the rest of the day

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I need someone to take my laptop away #these dorks keep me up at night #I want to be able to sleep without writing down a million headcanons #please I havent seen the sun in weeks #I'm joking I left the house today #after the movie was over

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askthatoneanacondraikaiguy · 4 months

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Omg it's so random but Does Kai and Skylor still wear clothes to hide potential genitals from people ? If so, how Wu does get the clothes ? Because they're both pretty large and tall so they need extra sized clothe now.

Does Kai and Skylor still sleep in a bed ? You said they can pretty much curl on themselves and sleep anywhere but maybe they could sleep together in a king sized matress with a lot of warm blankets ?

Okay, yeah, that's definitely random! But, a reasonable question.

So, I'm gonna answer your ask in reverse, so that any snake people nudity can be included under a read more. Later, I'll post the illustration of Kai napping separately (with a matching Skylor art) too for people who wanna reblog that but not the rest of this answer.

As for beds, yeah, Kai and Skylor can still sleep in beds. They usually do. However, they are also very comfortable sleeping from suspended forms. Anacondrai would sleep in swamp trees and rainforest branches suspended over bodies of water for quick escapes and opportunistic hunting opportunities.

(I'm realizing now; considering how large Anacondrai can get, they almost definitely hunted gators at some point in history)

As for concern of nudity and clothes:

Skylor and Kai technically don't need to wear clothes, but it'd feel pretty weird if they didn't, like walking around in underwear but not pants; technically you're covered but Man It Feels Weird.

I personally HC that Skylor didn't get to pick out much of her wardrobe growing up with her father, so she's taking advantage of her new freedom to use it to express herself. She may have no control over being an Anacondrai or how that looks, but she has control over how she dresses now, and she embraces that.

in season 5, Wu apparently orders the Ninjas clothes? Not just the tea uniforms, it's suggested that their new ninja uniforms arrive that way too. He probably has a friend or something in textile and fashion work that he can call up for getting the clothes for his Ninja.

Skylor doesn't have that and I don't think she would have been taught how to alter clothes, but I figure she could go to Nya for help on that front. Nya designed her own Samurai suit (and also had more than a few hand-me-down outfits in her life), she definitely knows how to alter clothes to fit better. Kai is the one who suggests it when he sees Skylor struggling with, say, skirts designed for human waists and not Serpentine ones.

Further answer (including an illustration; not NSFW I don't think but there are no clothes) under the read more;

Snakes genitalia is internal, so, no, at any given point Kai and Skylor don't have to worry about it. The closest to that would be the pelvic spurs, but I HC those only occur on wild snakes and not on Serpentine. It's one of the ways you can tell a Serpentine newborn apart from a normal snake.

(Fun Fact: Anacondas are ovoviviparous, meaning they hatch their eggs internally and give birth to live young instead of laying eggs like Pythons)

(why'd I dedicate so much time to the lighting on the scales in this? No clue)

For some reason Aspheera canonically has breasts (or the implication of them in the contour of her clothing at least). But I refuse to think about what that implies for Serpentine as a whole. Skylor's transformation has basically just given her thicker scale armor across her chest.

I hope that answers your questions!

#anacondrai kai #permanent anacondrai au #ninjago au #ninjago kai #triple m art #skylor chen #skylor ninjago #anacondrai skylor

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anghraine · 3 months

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I decided to watch Rings of Power and I still like it! General thoughts on the first episode:

This episode does a lot of heavy lifting to introduce everything in a somewhat rough and often disconnected, but engaging enough way.

The voice-over exposition at the beginning is obviously echoing the PJ FOTR one, but it's more awkward and sort of generically high fantasy. I still like it better because a) no Númenóreans were harmed in the making of this voice-over, b) retaining the Finrod-Galadriel age gap while simultaneously leaning into their sibling bond is really cute, c) Finrod using a heavy-handed metaphor in which the greatness of SHIPS figures largely seems entirely in character and also very Telerin (Eärwen's son!!!), and d) the overall story of how Valinorean Elves ended up in Middle-earth is so highly editorialized that it feels like the self-serving Noldor version of the story, which amuses me.

I enjoyed the introduction of present-day Galadriel. She's clearly the most impressive and competent person in the company she's leading while also being kind of unhinged, which I appreciate in a female protagonist. Good for her.

And I like that she's clearly this ancient being and her fixation on FIGHTING EVIL FOREVER is, in part, a product of being old and immortal and stuck in a singular mode of being. However, she's also right and the comparatively young people around her are being condescending assholes (like Gil-galad, but especially that one guy who semi-mutinied against her and is prodding her on the ship).

(Oh, and she has great hair. I actually don't care if the entire wig budget went to her specifically.)

The only one who seems to really feel bad about their dismissive treatment of her is Elrond, which tracks. The hints that he isn't seen as quite an equal ("Elf-lords only") feels silly, but it's not a huge deal for me. And I like that he and Galadriel are bros alongside the tension in her relationships with basically everyone. S2 Celebrían plssss

I still think the complaints about costuming/hair, and incessant comparisons to costuming in PJ!LOTR/WOT/whatever are largely pretty absurd. I particularly liked Arondir's armor and how dissimilar it is from the aesthetic of the Lindon Elves, everything Galadriel wears, and the weirdness of the ritualistic armor removal as they approach Valinor. The Elves spontaneously bursting into unsettling song was odd but extremely on-brand for Tolkien, so it was fun to see it actually done onscreen.

I also think the show is quite beautiful in general and a pleasure to simply look at (no, not only because of the budget).

I don't like how heavily and visibly made-up the main female characters are, however, especially Bronwyn (who also has my least favorite costuming of any of the mains tbh). It reminds me a bit of how Padmé Amidala's heavy and perfect make-up in her death scene in Revenge of the Sith always distracts me from the pathos of the scene. God forbid she wasn't hot as she died, you know? I don't care about middle-aged and older men being cast as Elves, but I'd like to see more older actresses, too!

The Harfoot stuff has an interesting mixture of cuteness and underlying menace. It doesn't interest me as much as what's going on with Galadriel, Elrond, and Arondir/Bronwyn, but I like Nori quite a bit and the whole aesthetic they have going, so I don't mind spending time with them, even though it's kind of detached from what's going on everywhere else.

Speaking of Arondir, the Southlands stuff is interesting because there's so little to work with in terms of canon (even if they had rights to everything) and the canon that does exist wrt them is super racist. So having the textual racism towards Southrons actually be brought up in-story, and rejected by an Elf protagonist who is being played by a Black man, is like ... there's a lot going on there and other people are probably better equipped to talk about it.

Personally, I would have liked to see Arondir fall in love with Bronwyn rather than being presented with it as an established thing, especially with the conversation about how this almost never happens etc. His actor does a great job with what he's given, though, and I laughed at the other Elf who is like "do you know how rarely romances between Men and Elves ever happen? do you know they always END TRAGICALLY?!"

Arondir: mmhmm

Other Elf: THEY DIED, ARONDIR

Arondir gives off big "distracted by drawing hearts around Bronwyn's name in his Trapper Keeper" vibes in that conversation and, idk, it was just really entertaining to me.

Bronwyn herself is all right thus far. I did really like the moment when she's talking about how she's from the allegedly creepy village and the people there are her relatives and friends. By and large she seems the most normal person in the cast, honestly.

I also enjoyed how deeply ominous the "approaching Valinor" music was, lmao. A bit overkill by the end, but I rather like the idea of Valinor being scary if you're not supposed to be there.

ETA: cutting between the different plots via the Middle-earth map is a bit silly as well, but functional enough. Interesting to see Calenardhon on the map before Gondor even exists!

#anghraine babbles #long post #tv: lotr #rings of power #legendarium blogging #legendarium fanwank #finrod #galadriel #elrond #sw fanwank #elanor brandyfoot #arondir #bronwyn #pt critical #pj critical

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 4 - Help From Hoping

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, blood

Summary: Jason goes on patrol, gets hurt, and shows up at YN's place, just like old times

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

But still I can't help from hoping To find someone to talk to Who likes the way I am - Waitress

The Narrows was active tonight. Dick was off in Bludhaven, dealing with a gun running deal involving Two Face so Jason was on his own, patrolling the area on what was apparently, the busiest night for petty crime in history. He didn’t mind the downtime, and by downtime he meant punching some muggers, maybe cuffing a few of Maroni’s minions to a lamppost, but he was getting bored tonight, itching to go to YN’s place. He had hoped maybe around 1AM he could have checked on her, not waking her, just making sure her windows were secure. God out of context, and even when she had given him permission he sounded like a stalker. He might as well cuff himself to a lamppost. He got the drop on a drug sale to a couple of young-looking teens, approaching, making sure to look as scary as he could, moving the gun he carried so it glinted off a floodlight over the alley door of a nearby club. Scare the teens into not seeking out the drugs and the criminals into leaving the kids alone. The kids took off, but the drug dealer wasn’t exactly frightened. He laughed, producing a knife. Jason glared.

“Dealing to kids is pretty low, even for scum like you,” he said. He could see the dealer roll his eyes, not bothering with a retort. Jason fired, intending to injure the dealer, get him cuffed somewhere as well, but the guy moved, throwing his knife. It was well thrown, slicing through a weak spot on Jason’s arm, right where his protective shoulder padding met the armor on his arms there was gap and that’s where the pain lanced through him. He didn’t flinch, approaching the now dead body of the dealer. He knelt down, frowning at the sight. He hadn’t meant to kill this guy, not that he was heartbroken over it, but he was worried. It was a less than a minute fresh kill and yet the body was…melting, skin dripping, blood that was almost a purple color seeping from the wound. Jason reached to where he kept some evidence bags and collection devices on his belt, getting some skin samples and blood drops to take back to Dick. Something was weird about this body, and he didn’t want whatever it was to sneak up and bite them in the ass because he didn’t do his due diligence. He heard sirens nearby and took off.

He was climbing a fire escape, wanting to get to a rooftop to contact Dick when he felt the pain from the cut in his arm. O ya, that was still there. He winced and sighed, getting to a secluded spot and removing his helmet. He looked at the cut, seeing it took very red around the open wound. He couldn’t wait to get this taken care of or if would definitely get infected and he hated infected wounds. He was 13 the first time he got one and it had made him violently ill for a week and he never wanted that experience again. He put the helmet back on and took in his surroundings. There was a safehouse nearby, or there was YN’s place. It was an easy choice. He dropped by her window, the ledge barely enough room for him to fit, but he made do. He knocked and the light came on. Her face appeared, looking freshly awakened, but still alert. She saw him and opened it, letting him climb in. By the time he closed the window and curtains again she was back with a large first aid kit.

“Do you need help getting the gear off still or have you made that part easier?” she asked, and his heart stuttered. It was just like old times, she was ready to just help, no questions asked. He pulled off the helmet and she took it, setting it gently on her dresser. He moved to his arm, removing his armor there and then hitting a button on the back of his neck that had the chest and shoulder protection loosen. She grabbed the front, pulling it off him, quietly working like this happened every night. She did have to help with his shirt, getting it over his head.

“Maybe could have just cut off the sleeve…” Jason said but quieted when he saw her looking at him, her eyes crawling slowly over his skin, taking in ever muscle, freckle, and scar. He smirked a moment, glad he still could get this reaction from her, then he blushed as he thought about her, what she would look like, feel like, so many things he normally only let himself think about when he was alone.

“Get on the bed Jason,” she said, and he startled for a second, blanking on why she was asking him to do that and then thinking of about one thousand things to do in that bed with her. “Be easier to stitch up your arm if you’re laying down. He turned a shade of red he didn’t know existed and laid down, letting her angle his arm on a towel so that she could get a better look at it. “I took some low level EMT classes over the summer in case I ever met up with you again…”

“So that’s why you have a first aid kit the size of a dishwasher,” he said, grunting a little as she disinfected his wound. She chuckled before shaking her head and getting the needle and thread ready.

“No, I bought that the day after we started talking again, knew it was a matter of time before you showed up bloody at my window,” she said, starting to stitch him. “So, what was it tonight? Assassins? Mutants? Rogue nun?”

“You’d be surprised that nuns are very violent,” he said. “But no, a drug dealer. He was selling to some kids, I was going to shoot his shoulder, injure him so I could cuff him somewhere for the cops, but he threw a knife at me, ended up killing him. Then he melted…” The needle stilled for just a moment, but Jason noticed.

“Melted?” she asked, waiting a second too long. He frowned, side eyeing her as she tied off the stitches, putting everything away to be cleaned before bandaging his arm. She moved to put things away, but he grabbed her hand. He was ignoring the question gnawing at his brain now.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “I know I can’t just drop in like this anymore, I’m not your boyfriend or anything…”

“Jason, you’re my forever, you never have to ask to come here, I will never shut you out,” she said, looking at him. “Boyfriend, friend, whatever, you can always come to me.” He nodded, swallowing hard.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Um, so before, you paused…”

“The melted people thing?” she said quickly. He nodded. “I just know that Maroni is probably involved, and it makes my skin crawl. The only thing I really know that he told me in the brief time I was speaking with him, was that he had something new that he was going to implement, something to make sure his drugs were able to be the only pills people wanted. I’m not sure what it is or how it works though.” He nodded, sitting up more as she sat down on the bed next to him.

“Thank you for the information, I’ll talk to Dick about that later,” he said. She reached out, brushing hair behind her ear and she leaned into the touch before catching his hand and holding it.

“I wanted to talk to you about something, can you stay for a little bit?” she asked. He nodded. The city could be burning, and he would take a few minutes for her, no matter what his vigilante drive told him, if she needed him, he was going to be there. She got up, grabbing some papers from her desk, sitting down again, showing them to him. “I wanted to find the mysterious donor to thank them for trying to help my mother and for setting me up back here in Gotham. Be honest with me, did you or Dick do this? Is this corporation that is listed at the official ‘donor’ one of yours?” she asked. Jason took the paperwork, looking at the bank statement and then the letter. His eyes caught on the name of the company, Plostast Holdings and his heart stopped. ‘The last stop Jason, where you were when I found you, and the place you’ll be when you are old enough to be a Wayne and not just a Robin’ Bruce had said, laughing at his own lame anagram. Plostast was where Jason would be able to make a name for himself, turning the company into whatever he wanted, something for after Robin so he could keep helping people. Jason’s vision was tunneling, and he felt himself falling.

“Jason? Jason!” YN was calling. He moaned softly, eyes opening. She was over him, staring down at him, worry creasing her forehead. “Are you ok?” He must have passed out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you would react like that.” She helped him sit up again, feeling his face and looking into his eyes, making sure he was all back. He could feel he was sweating; his head was aching at the moment.

“Do you have any pain pills?” he asked, he needed something, or he wasn’t going to be able to focus on getting back home. She nodded and reached into her kit again, getting some headache meds and giving him water. He took them and drank the glass, trying to organize his thoughts. “Bruce…that’s who the donor was,” he said finally. Her eyes widened.

“Why? Why would he do any of that? Have you talked to him?” she asked, already knowing that he hadn’t. He shook his head again. “Why would he help and not talk to you about it?”

“I don’t know, not like he cares about me at all,” he said, fists clenching. He felt her hand on his cheek, turning him to look at her again. “Green?” he asked. She nodded. He tried to will away the anger and rage that came to him at the thought of Bruce out there, butting into Jason’s life but not coming to him directly. Why do it this way? To draw him out?

“I will go to Bruce, talk to him. I will make sure he knows I will pay him back; I don’t want any of his money, not when it should be spent on you,” she said. Jason leaned to her, his head falling to her shoulder. “He doesn’t get to abandon you and then try to buy me. If I had known…”

“You would have taken the money anyways,” he said softly. YN turned to look at him, almost offended. “I would have forced you too, to go and help your mom. I know the treatment didn’t work but at the time it was hope and you needed it and I would do anything for you, including telling you to take Bruce Wayne’s money.” She smiled softly, looking at him. He looked at her and he wasn’t sure when the moment shifted. One second, he was looking at her, glad for her to be there with him and the next he needed to kiss her, for her to know that he still loved her, that he still wanted to be hers. She must have felt the same because in an instant their lips met and she was holding him, one hand in his hair, the other on his back, his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, going from deep and passionate to soft, little kisses traded over several minutes of just smiling and whispering to each other. He barely noticed when the sun started to peek into the room.

“You need to get home, Dick will be worried,” she said softly. He nodded, looking at her, a question on his face. “I won’t be kissing anyone else if you’re worried about that, who could I possibly kiss that would live up to Jason ‘Red Hood’ Todd?” Jason smiled and nodded, pulling his shirt back on and getting his gear back on again. She went, grabbing the helmet from the dresser. She kissed him again before he put the helmet back on and headed out the window. The morning was bittersweet, mixing the feeling of getting what he wanted, YN back into his arms, with the confusion of Bruce. He didn’t know how he felt, but he needed answers.

#jason todd #jasontodd #red hood #redhood #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #strangeduet

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bojangos · 1 year

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star wars / mandalorians / ‘the righteous’ doodle dump lmao i have been Busy but smushing bits of time to doodle here and there; description of what each image is below the cut! (and also briefly in captions of each image if you click through!)

1: Ursa Wren (doing the weird stripeys on her armor was fun, actually. also realized she doesn’t have a bes’karta???

2: Tani Gilamar for the Righteous - Mij Gilamar’s (repcomm) wife but she is very plot relevant in the fic (no spoilers)

3: Adonai Kryze in Mourning Gray (winks)

4: trying to figure out what formal wear would look like for more traditional mandos, and the solution was “something that can easily be pulled on or off of armor” hence. big long cloak situation. The one jaster’s wearing is inherited from like his ba’ba’buire and is like three inches too short for him (meanwhile jango’s is intentionally short so he can move around and not be ‘bogged down’, what a grumpy teenager. custom made with fett marks though)

5: me singing “jaster’s mom has got it going on”-- anyway that’s what she looked like, featuring baby jaster and the thigh high wellies she wears for working around the farm

6: Young Bee and Baby jaster (bee ALSO had it going on as a young man apparently)

7: a kal skirata design I am not entirely happy with yet partially because he looks exactly like some of my OCs lmao. i knew i wanted him very tanned though with a lot of sun damage (living on mandalore unshielded will do that to you)

8: Vhonte Tervho v2 complete with better, more dramatic montrals and markings

#i like how you can tell which i drew on desktop and which on my ipad based on how dark the background is #my art #bo art #mandoblogging #mandalorians #republic commando #star wars #star wars legends #ursa wren #adonai kryze #jaster mereel #jango fett #kal skirata #vhonte tervho #mandalorian ocs #mandalorian oc #doodle dump #sketches

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jonathan-samuel-smith · 7 months

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In one of your posts you ask for a prompt then I hope you don't mind mine: knight and magic where there are rumours about a feral and bloodthirsty dragon into the mountains and his bard who keeps him sleep

Meanwhile Jon is the dragon who likes to play and Damian just wants peace and knows art and music very well

YOU ARE A FUCKING GENIUS!!!!!! I am always taking requests :)

fic under the cut.

Relationships: Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne

Characters: Maya Ducard, Kathy Branden, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent

Tags: Fantasy, Dragons, Fluff, Dialogue-Heavy

Being a mage wasn’t strictly illegal, but it was highly regulated, and if you had the power your freedom would be curtailed and people would fear you. So Maya and Kathy told not a soul once they discovered what she could do.

Kathy Branden and Maya Ducard are some of the best knights of the realm. Kathy is known as a shining beacon of chivalry and Maya is known as easily mingling with the commoners as if she were a nobody. They’ve been working together since they were squires, so they’ve had their petty squabbles and become all the more stronger for it. They’re both very smart, but Maya is the tactician, and Kathy is only a little better at de-escalation. Kathy’s noble parents were killed when she was young so her grandfather gave her over to become a squire so he could bring all his remaining focus on their estate in his child’s absence. Maya’s family had a proud tradition of being knights but Maya had to prove herself before she was allowed to become a squire; she caught a thief stealing from her family’s serfs and returned all the stolen goods he had stashed away.

One day, the king of the land sent the two to investigate the rumors of a bloodthirsty dragon in the mountains and the bard who keeps him asleep, to learn how to use his skills for other dragons or to kill the dragon once and for all. They wore thick fur armor to combat the cold of the mountains, Kathy’s golden hair braided and bundled near her cheeks like earmuffs, Maya’s short haircut hidden behind a fur hood. Their cheeks and noses were red from the cold but they took breaks to make fire. Kathy was secretly a mage, and could create magical flame when the firewood was unsuitable. The only souls who knew about her powers were Maya and the dead who tell no tales.

They were getting closer to the rumored spot, when they heard a mild voice singing out dulcet tones.

“La la la la, hmm-hmm~ Da da dee dum…”

“You know Damian, you could write actual lyrics?”

“That would be a feat for me~” Damian sung as he played his pipa.

Kathy and Maya slowed and tried to quiet themselves to listen.

Jon laughed, mirthful. “Maybe I can help! What would you want to sing about? A wish? A fish? A delicious vegetarian dish? A star, a marr, a land way afar? A boat, a goat, a gloating goat’s boat?”

“Hmm. Would you like to swing on a star, or carry moonbeams home in a jar? If you could do whatever you wish? Or would you rather be a fish?” Damian sung, adjusting his chords to match the whimsical tone.

“These two are weird.” Kathy whispered to Maya. Maya nodded, and they moved in closer to view them. The bard was a small arab-chinese man with cropped black hair, brown skin, a handsome face, and green eyes. The Dragon looked around as young as the bard, with blue slit-pupil eyes and red scales, pink on his underside, with stripes of yellow on his cheeks and around his wrists and ankles. Right now he was in his more human form, with horns and wings, clawed tip fingers and a big tail and hair on his head. But really, He couldn’t look more harmless if he tried. He was wearing just some scuffed linen pants and a cloak, green, presumably borrowed from the bard as he was dressed in a white flannel shirt with a green vest which had brown leather fastenings, and thick soft leather pants and fur boots.

Jon laughed again. “I love this game! Would I wish to be a fish or a caster? Who moves oceans with a pace much faster? Than the beat of my dragon wings? … Say, what rhymes with Wings?”

“Oh, I’m sure there’s many things. As many as the echoes when a bell rings.”

Jon clapped. “Do you know any new stories?”

“So many of the stories i’ve learned to tell are about bad dragons, Jon.” Damian looked sullen.

Jon pouted. “I don’t like you hiding things from me, Damian.”

“Oh. Well that’s okay! Tell them to me anyway. I want to know what the humans think of us.”

Damian took Jon’s hand. “I don’t think you want to know. It’s best you forgive their ignorance for the sake of peace and move on.”

“I will tell you if you really wish. However, I could tell you a new story?”

“That sounds really cool!”

“A new story?”

“One nobody has ever heard before.”

Maya stepped into their clearing. “I’d like to hear it.”

Jon let out a surprised cry, and Damian jumped on top of the log he’d been sitting on, holding his flute like he was ready to bash the poor thing onto her head. “Who are you? What do you want? Can’t you see we’re just trying to have our peace?” Damian demanded. Kathy stepped out too. “There’s two of you?!”

“We can see you two just want to have fun. How old are you?”

“I’m 17, he’s 20.” Jon answered. Damian glanced at Jon disapprovingly.

“Hey, that’s the same age as us!” Kathy said cheerfully.

Maya put her hand on her hip. “Do you see us drawing our swords?”

“...No.”

“Then put the lute down.”

“It’s a pipa. But fine.” Damian said, hopping off the log and securing the lute to his back. “What do you want?”

“We heard that you have ways to put dragons to sleep, but it looks like you’ve learned how to tame them!”

Jon puffed out his cheeks, offended. “I’m not a wild beast to be tamed! I’m his best friend!”

Damian nodded. “Dragons are really just misunderstood. We’re lucky they haven’t actually started a war against us for always hunting them and attacking them.”

“We just want to be left to our hoardes in peace! Except me, I guess.”

Maya eyed him suspiciously. “You’re the bloodthirsty dragon?”

“Bloodthirsty? No! I’m just curious and love to play! Humans have such fun games. And this one is really cute.” He says, jostling Damian’s shoulder. Damian rolls his eyes. “I think we can all get along! Right Damian?”

“That would be ideal.” Damian sighed. “But people don’t see it that way.”

Jon pouted. “It’s not fair! I’m nice, i’m not scary at all! I hate when the humans run away from me.” Jon was almost crying. Damian sighed.

“Come here, I’ll give you a hug.”

Jon’s tail wagged and his wings flapped. “Really? Yay!” He pulled Damian into a hug, who returned it.

“You’re such a crybaby.”

“Wow, you two are really good friends!” Kathy observed.

“My mom says that all dragons have a human they’re supposed to protect. This one’s mine. Say, do you think that’s why humans hate dragons? Cause we add them to our hordes?”

Damian nodded. “That is probably where tensions first began. Humans miss their family members and friends.”

Jon nods. “That’s why I don’t make you live with me in my cave!”

“Is it a nice cave?” Kathy asked.

“Yes! It’s very spacious and there’s no bats or rats or bugs, there’s soft moss everywhere and a nice cool pool with a small waterfall to relax in or help shed my scales. I’ve got lots of stuff I like there like star charts and spyglasses and shiny rocks and gems, some stuff Dami has given me, some art i made that i’m proud of. I’m still young so my horde isn’t that big yet but it’s gonna be huge when i’m older! Dami will help me.”

“Will I?”

“Won’t you?” Jon gave him puppy dog eyes. “Even if you don’t live with me it’s still your horde too. What’s mine is yours. If we don’t have a big horde then it’s like we don’t care about eachother or something!”

“Tt. Don’t be an idiot. Of course I will help, I already do.”

Jon smiled and hugged Damian again, nuzzling the top of his hair. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Damian blushed, embarrassed.

“Jon, there’s people around.”

“Hmm?” He said, wrapping his tail around Damian. “Why are you pointing that out?”

“Tt. You’re warm.”

“And you’re cool like a nice rock. But so squishy. Humans are so squishy, like babies. It’s very cute.”

“Why don’t you live with your dragon, if you’re so close?” Maya asked Damian.

“My family doesn’t know about him. They’d want to know where I'd gone, and ask to visit my new home. It’s easier just to pretend I don’t notice them trying to set me up with village women and return every day with a jewel from Jon’s horde. I tell them It’s my payment for my performance but I replace it the next day and take a new one.”

“How does your family afford meals?” Kathy asked.

Damian scoffed. “My father is one of the wealthiest nobles in the kingdom. All my other brothers became knights in his service, but I’m sick of fighting. I just want peace.”

Kathy and Maya shared a look. “Sometimes that’s all I want, too.” Kathy confesses. “But I have a job, and I need to report back to my king. What should I say?”

“Say the dragon was fearsome and made you leave him and the bard alone. I don’t want people bothering me.” Damian groused.

“No, don’t do that! Then people will still think dragons are bad, and I won’t have any human friends.”

“Jon, I keep telling you, people don’t understand that dragons are good.”

“Then let’s change that!” Maya spoke up. “You talk like people can never change their minds! But I did! Kathy did! Make them see you for who you are, both of you. You should bring your family to meet Jon.”

“Out of the question! They would slay him on sight!”

Jon puffed up his chest. “As if they would have any chance, my fire breath can melt their weapons!”

“And burn them to a crisp!”

“Ah, right. That would be rude.”

“Ya think?!”

“But there must be something we can do!” Kathy proclaimed. “Maybe…. You’re a bard. You could write a song! Spread it around! Or a book, all about your life with Jon. Change people’s minds, then have him meet them.”

Jon’s tail swished. “I like collecting books. They’re so pretty.”

Damian sighed. “Things are fine as they are. Jon and I are happy. If we get caught up in this crusade to end human-on-dragon violence, we would become a target. I just want to be left alone.”

Jon sighed. “I really wish I could add you to my horde. I’d give you the nicest things, whatever you asked for.”

Damian shot him a glare. “And what would I tell my family?”

“You’ve got a secret boyfriend in the woods and you’re running away to escape homophobia, but you’ll be back to visit.”

“A secret boyfriend, who flies and finds me collectables.”

Jon nodded. “And who loves you very much.”

Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. “They’ll still want to meet you.”

“I appreciate that you want to be left alone, but I can’t just let an injustice like this stand by. Dragons deserve to be respected! I am going to have to tell the King about this.” Kathy spoke decisively.

“I think it would help if a bard could eloquently communicate the situation.” Maya tried to convince Damian.

“Me, Eloquent? Please. I just like music. I hate talking to people.”

Maya frowned. “Alright, what if we take in Jon as a prisoner with you nearby to show that he’s harmless?”

“No. You can’t put him at risk like that. He’s the only thing that matters to me in this godforsaken world, I will not let you harm a scale on his hide.”

“Jesus Christ, who hurt you?”

“Damian just has these black moods a lot. Don’t you know anyone like that, who gets sullen for no good reason? The best thing is to just give him whatever he wants and stay by his side.”

“We’ll go alone. But we’ll tell him what we’ve learned.”

Damian sighed. “If you must, I cannot stop you.”

And so the two brave knights returned to their king, who went down in history as the ruler who united the humans and the dragons in harmony. Kept out of history were the two boys who started it all, as they just wanted to be left alone, and sing songs in the mountains.

#damian wayne #jonathan samuel kent #damian al ghul wayne #jon kent #super sons #supersons #ask answered #anon ask #my fanfic #fanfic #fanfic talk #jonathan kent #fantasy au #dc comics #jondami #damijon

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pilot-boi · 1 year

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Plotbunny AU - pt 4

And we have yet more bits of the plotbunny AU:

Jaune is very Brother Shaped in this AU

He's seen what too much negativity does, thanks to Alyx bringing him the 'extra time' that held the memories of the future, and he knows that the people he came to call friends were all in need of a hug at one point or another.

So he might.... get a little carried away.

(Absolutely no one minds. The blonde guy in the armor is very huggable and has a very cute pet bunny that he's willing to let people pet and cuddle) Ruby blows herself up and sees that guy whose pet dropkicked a robber's escape vehicle into a Dust store? Gets greeted with a hug. She'll take it! Friendship is amazing!

Yang, checking in on her sister and seeing her talking to a tall blonde guy and his own little sister? Gets invited into a group hug when he wishes them goodnight to go tuck Alyx into bed in her room at Beacon.

Ren gets a weird half hug/steadying shoulder pat in the morning when he's half asleep when Jaune catches him nodding off against his locker, guiding him to a nearby bench.

Nora sees Jaune doling out hugs and goes "Ah yeah, bring it in!" and just goes for it. Spines pop and ribs ache and she feels loads better about being at Beacon already.

Weiss does not want a hug from tall, blonde and scraggly weirdly considerate, she just wants to pet his giant fluffy bunny. So maybe that means she lets him lift her up to pet its head, fine, that's just so she can reach Juniper's ears properly when she's so big!

Blake catches Jaune reading to Alyx and sneaks up on them to read over his shoulder and he unconsciously catcher her in another sideways hug and she will deny to her dying day that she made one of those odd little startled "blerp" sounds cats make when you surprise them.

Jaune's hugs for Pyrrha are so soft and gentle and hesitant; he hugs her like she's spun out of glass and not a 6 foot something amazon who could wreck him in a heartbeat, always silently asking her permission and making sure she's okay with any contact before he initiates it. She doesn't know it, but he wants her to have choices and the ability to refuse anything, even this small thing, he'd let her stomp on his heart a thousand times to make herself feel better in any way, and he hugs her like it when she's looking down or looking cheered.

(Yes, I have feelings about Pyrrha and her everything and how unfair it all was and always will, I'm not sorry)

He also gives Alyx so many hugs. So, so, so many.

Listen, Jaune is Alyx's Emotional Support Person and Alyx is a reformed hellion who is trying to be Better. Positive reinforcement is the way to go, and that means telling her stuff like "thank you for being considerate of their feelings Alyx" and hugging her.

Because Alyx herself wants to be better, to make up for how she treated people, how she treated her brother, and the people of the Ever After, and the Rusted Knight, and wants to write a story better than her previous one.

And she uses Jaune as her measuring stuck, as it were, since with Lewis not here she doesn't.... have anyone else.

Something Jaune is horrible aware of and feeling the pressure about. Remember, he's not really Volume 9 Jaune, not really. He has the memories of him, hazily, but he's still young, and not the man Alyx remembers, who had long confronted his flaws and worst character traits from teenager hood (and gotten new ones).

So yeah, Jaune overcompensates just as much in this story as he did in Volume 1 and 2, just with hugs and brother instinct instead of flirting and machismo.

Alyx, for her part, is still struggling not just with her own growth and regret over her own losses and actions, but seeing this Jaune so, well, emotionally healthy is putting things into perspective.

(She'll take the hugs, though. Brother Gods knows they both could use them.)

Jaune's actions and overcompensation is kind of funny, to her. But also inspiring, so she tries to emulate it in her own way. But for a reformed hellion like her, that means some different ideas of expressing affection and aid....

(I would say I am sorry to Cardin for what Alyx will do to him once she sees him bullying Velvet, but someone needs to be the butt of the joke, and it's not nearly as bad as what she does to Mercury and Adam)

Juniper is just happy for all of the extra cuddles and to see Jaune so much happier. This was worth sleeping in the cabbage for that time, for her.

Jaune is brother shaped in every media he’s in. You’ve just turned that up to eleven, like we all deserve

Your thoughts on the different hugs and relationships are so incredibly correct. He gives them all so many hugs because his friends (SIBLINGS!!!) have had hard lives and they deserve love!! Jaune is good at hugs and he gives them often!!

Giving Ruby a hug when she’s down about having no friends! Giving Yang a hug when she’s worried about her sister! Giving Ren a hug when he’s overworking himself! Giving Nora a hug when she’s dealing with being in a new place! Giving Blake casual hugs and affection that don’t come with the worry of violence!

RESPECTING WEISS’S BOUNDARIES!!!

Also, the whole thing with Pyrrha deserving to make actual choices. Yes yes yes. Arkos are so tender and so gentle and I would’ve died for them

I love Alyx trying to be a better person and basing her actions on what her newly acquired big brother does. Jaune being a role model is so incredibly precious to me. Positive reinforcement my beloved

Sorry Cardin, get wrecked.

As for Mercury and Adam, I’m fine with Mercury getting his ass kicked by Alyx. In my opinion he also deserves a chance to leave the cycle of violence. This is all he’s ever known, and he’s a victim of this life as much as Emerald is. Since this is a feel good fix-it AU, I beg you to let him heal

As for Adam… I don’t know if I like Alyx being the one to take care of him. It’s important for Blake’s growth that SHE gets to be the one to get rid of him, so I don’t know how you’re gonna handle that

Juniper continues to be adorable and we love her

#rwby #jaune arc #alyx #pyrrha nikos #mercury black #adam taurus #mine #asks #plotbunny au #anonymous

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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okay we've seen yandere terzo and secondo, so what about yandere copia and/or sister imperator ??

Seestor request anon I love you. - Jez

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Copia

He's an observer. He watches you silently, hidden behind something and observes you longingly.

He's very shy and awkward, the chances of him approaching you on his own are very slim. Almost zero, really.

Might approach you once he reaches position of Cardinal, but the chances are still low. Even if he does, it's very brief and he runs away from it really quickly.

He needs to become Papa and get his plastic surgeries to finally feel anywhere near confident enough to actually talk to you.

But he doesn't just want to talk, no. He's self-conscious. He needs you to see him as this cool, strong man from the very beginning, otherwise he convinces himself he doesn't even have a chance.

Probably arranged some sort of scene that made him appear as your knight in shining armor while not overdoing it to the point it feels unnatural. He's watched a lot of movies, he's very good an balancing it.

He learns about your hobbies and does his best to get good at them while pretending he needs your help to learn them.

He wants you to feel like you're meant to be together, like in a romantic movie!

And he succeeds, slowly wooing you until you're all his.

He's soft and clumsy and he absolutely uses that to his advantage, even if subconsciously.

Young Sister Imperator

Her possessiveness probably spiked after the shit Nihil pulled in Kiss the Go-Goat.

She lets you be seen, but not heard. You're always supposed to follow her. Hold her hand. Worship her.

She's this weird kind of yandere that needs their partner to show yandere-like tendencies with their love for her.

She needs you to be possessive like she is. She needs you to obsess over her. She needs you to worship her.

At the same time, she needs to be the one in charge.

It's a thin line between not doing enough and doing too much. You have to get really good at reading her mood.

While she wouldn't really yell much, she has her own punishments. Most of them are just giving you the cold shoulder and not speaking to you or just tormenting you during sex, but if you've really messed up, she might actually slap you across the face or physically push you. The pregnancy hormones have a role in that, but it's mostly just her own temper.

The chances of her getting aggressive are low, but never zero.

Old Sister Imperator

On one hand, Seestor is way calmer than she was years ago. On the other hand, she does get worse in a way.

She will no longer hit you, no matter what limits you push or what rules you break. She grew out of hitting.

She's much more willing to belittle you, make you feel insignificant for disobeying her. She could pick anyone to be her pet, and she chose you. Show some damn gratitude.

She wouldn't make you jealous, she'd make you feel insignificant. It's the type of subtle mind games that get in your head but also somehow make you feel like it's nothing in a way. Like you're being dramatic for looking into what she said so much.

She's the kind of lover that puts a lot of pressure on you, but she always does it to your subconsciousness. It's never direct, it's always so subtle.

She's much more likely to ignore you for days if you mess up. And then to get mad when you stop trying to talk to her.

She'll only grant you the mercy of finally getting her to speak to you again when you completely break down, crying on the floor and clinging to her feet.

She's gonna make it sound like everything that happened was your fault and you'll believe her because why wouldn't you?

You'll be wrapped around her little finger and she will string you along as she pleases.

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #ask #anon #request #copia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #sister imperator #sister imperator x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #yandere

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cerberusthenking3 · 12 days

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A Flower to be Seen Not Heard

No image,which is rare,but this is an OC from my own creative universe so no art

It's much darker than my usual stuff but not to a huge extent

Warning:Soft,safe vore,possessive pred,child prey,mentions of sexual and physical abuse,extreme cuddling,aftercare,darker undertones

Blossom POV.

The cart pulls to a stop as I step out of the door held open by the guards sent to watch over my arrival.I step out as one guard says,"Hello ma'am,Lord Tergu is very excited for you're arrival"I nod and say"Let us go then,mortal"I look up and notice in the crowd that there is a young female human wearing some sort of dog collar,she staring at me with wide eyes and I notice a larger male human has a sort of leash in hand and watch as he pulls it and thus the child away from the guards and into the crowd.I raise a finger as a single flower petal flies towards the child before touching her arm and fusing into her skin,what I have just seen is concerning but I need to speak to Tergu first.I turn to the guard and follow him through the streets to his palace,arriving at the large building in under five minutes and I look up with a blank expression which quickly shifts into a warm smile as I see a young man run out of the palace door and stops infront of me before saying"Blossom my friend,how are you?"I smile softly and say,"I'm good,Tergu,you?"He waves the guards at the door aside as he walks me in while saying,"I'm good,I hope the journey wasn't too stressful."I look over to him and say,"Not at all,and I'm sorry if I sound distracted,I saw something concerning during my arrival."He looks over with a worried galnce before saying,"What is it,I have noticed your distaction?"I respond by saying,"A young child with a collar,and a grown man dragging her around like a pet."I notice the look of horror on his face before he responds with"Before we took this city,I visited once and noticed that the Lord,Hamuisis I believe,dragged around the woman he took as prizes like that,his nobles followed the same standard"I look up thoughfully and say"Could that man be a noble who escaped your.....judgement?"He raises his hand up to his face,and I notice that his claws are showing and starts biting his first claw.I look up and say,"It could be nothing,but we should still go and make sure that the kid is okay,obviously I placed a petal on her,just to make sure we can find her if something is wrong"He nods and walks out of the room and after about twenty minutes he walks in with a group of soldiers who all seem to be ready hunt if the man gets away.I close my eyes and focus on the petals location and step forwards as I discard my main kimono and am left in only my light armor and a decent t-shirt and shorts.Tails flick out from my tailbone as I reveal the vulpine form of my birth before leaping out of the window with them following out through the door.

Rose POV.

I lay on the cold,tough earth as I hear my master and his friends laughing inside of the nearby building.My hand slips off the new bruses on my chest from being slammed into the table and up to the tight leather collar and try to pull it off without any success.I sigh and lay back down before hearing a soft growl behind me and turn to see a large peach and white colored fox,it's fur has a wierd patchy look to it with blotches of peach fur and a main base of white fur.I murmer slightly as I look at the beautiful fox and try to convince it to come over so I can pet it when I hear a mans voice speak softly"Are you okay kid?"My eyes flick to the side as I see a man in weird shiny armor with a sort of crown on his head with the visage of a dragon wrapping around the midsection of a fox.....no kitsune with a splattered gold and silver body.I look over at the fox again without thinking and notice that it has nine long tails fluttering back and forth behind it and nervously respond to the man"I-I'm f-fine sir,m-master will let me in after his friends leave"The fox approaches me and it's fur melts with its body and I watch as it shrinks down into the beautiful woman who had arrived in the expensive carriage earlier that master made a lewd comment about before taking me home to take his frustration out on me,luckily only hitting me.She reaches towards me and says softly"That doesn't answer the question he asked,Are you okay"I stare blankely at her and say"Yes ma'am,I'm okay,why?"She leans down and pushes my kimono to the side and lets out a horrified gasp before turning to the soldiers and saying"Go in,she's hurt and from the smell in the air,we're correct"The soldiers rush past me and the man with uer approaches masters home before banging on the door loudly and yelling"ANY PERSON WITHIN THIS BUILDING MUST EXIT IN UNDER TEN SECONDS,ELSE I WILL SEND MY SOLDIERS INSIDE AND THEY WILL TAKE NO PRISONERS!"And after a few seconds,master and his friends come rushing out of the door as a few of the soldiers burst in while he and most of the soldiers stay outside to watch them.

Blossom POV.

I hold the human carefully as I glare at the grown men who are knocked to the ground as the house is torn apart for any stragglers.The largest man,who was with the kid,is glaring daggers at the child as I summon my tails to hide her from his gaze as I smile at the look of horror on his face which morphs to disgust as he realizes what I am.Usually I wouldn't show my tails off to random humans but scaring the shit out of an asshole with the added bonus of the little kid seemingly enjoying looking at them.I look down and say"You may pet my tails if you'd like to,just be gentle"I see her eyes light up as she gently runs her hand through my fur and I watch her eyes sparkle in joy.I hear Tergu say"Go back to the palace Blossom,I don't want the child to see this"I look down at the kid and say"Don't worry,we'll take care of you,you're safe now"I morph back into my true form before grabbing the human by the scruff of her shirt.I leap up into the tree's and flick through them at high speed,making sure that the human is held tightly and doesn't slip of while I'm atleast two hundred feet off the ground.After a moment I arrive at the palace and slip through the window easily as I land in the guest room I usually stay in when I'm here.I lay her on the bed and carefully curl around her while allowing my tails to fall over her.She looks up and says"Why are you helping me?"In a very confused and worried tone before continuing with,"What will you wan't me to do if it's not a problem to tell me?"My tails tighten a little bit without trying to hurt her.I ask her."Whay do you expect to happen?"She looks up confusedly as I feel a scent hit my nose,It's horribly wonderful.I look down and realize that she is bleeding from an open injury on her leg,salivia begins to fill my mouth as I give a soft and tentative lick.I fucked up,I fucked up,I should not have done that,I look up at her and shakily mutter"O-ok kid,w-why dont you run out to a guard,tell him I'm locking the door and to send one of the prisoners,okay?"I nudge her to the door,but when she gets there, I feel myself slipping,and I watch in horror as she stops at the door and turns around to ask,"Are you okay,ma'am?"Too late,all I can do is not hurt her,leaping towards the child I knock her to the ground.My tail pads the fall and I stand over her as I watch her just freeze,she doesn't struggle or scream but she just lays there while breathing heavily.

Rose POV.

I stare up at the nice kitsune who just slammed me into the tile floor.She leans down and licks my face roughly,and I cough heavily,gasping for breath after her tongue leaves my face.She opens her maw and drops of heavy salivia fall onto me,fear flooding my mind and I feel my body tense up and I pull my legs and arms closer to my body and squeeze my eyes shut.Soft warmth envelopes my body and I feel something incredibly sharp slide over my back and I flinch,expecting her to bite down on me but I hear her swallow heavily.I feel a slightly tigher ring and warm wet liquid,likely salivia,slide down her throat with me as I go down the tunnel that fully engulfs my body.I slide down into a massive pouch which is glowly dimly pink and it has similar pattern of pink and white patches,while scared I feel curiosity overtaking the fear and I reach a shaky hand towards the wall and when I touch it the organ pulls my hands into the wall and lightly squeezes it.I hear her voice echo from all around me say"Curious little thing aren't you,don't worry,you're alright,my tummy won't hurt you"Her voice is much lighter and sounds almost playful,unlike her more serious and worried tone she had just a minute ago.She happily purrs as the stomach clenches and churns around me but as I thrown around I hear her clear her throat and the organ steadies around me and she talks in her normal tone with a bit of a purring undertone"Sorry,I let my instincts take control for a moment,I'll spit you out and get you some food"I sigh in relief when I feel my vision slowly darkening and I quietly ask"Is it really safe in here ma'am"I hear her respond confusedly"Yes and I'm Blossom but why?"I say,"I'm Rose,and if it's okay with you,may I sleep in here?"She stops and says,"Oh,of course,I just thought you would be scared,you may sleep,and I'll let you out tomorrow,but first,I'm going to morph back into a humanoid form,it will get much tighter,is that okay?"I curl into a tighter ball and say,"Yes ma'am,I'm used to sleeping in the cold,and the warmth in here is great,im not afraid of tight places so it's worth it"The stomach,as promised,goes much tighter and snaps around me,I quietly say"Thank you ma'am"before snuggling into the walls around me and fall into sleep.

Blossom POV.

I pull my armor back over my slightly bulging stomach and then carefully stand up as I hear the soft snoring.I grab my kimono off of the coatrack that the guards placed it on and slip into it before walking out of the room and to the hallway.I lick my lips and get the amazing orange-like flavor that Rose possessed,amazing,she's so much better than those bitter prisoners I usually use to sate my hunger.I hear a soft growling noise so I walk to where it its coming from and see Tergu walking through the door with blood all over his face and arms.I slip up to the ceiling as he walks under me,my muscles tense and he goes under me.I release the ceiling and fall straight onto the young lord,knocking him onto the ground and he yells out in suprise as I grow rapidly into my true from and open my mouth,pulling him in and licking all over his body,pulling the blood of and sending it down to my actual stomach before spitting him out in a puddle of salivia where he looks at me,gasping for breath and with a confused look.He asks"Not that I'm complaining but why did you spit me out,you usually swallow?"He looks at my stomach just as Rose moves around a bit, and his eyes widen, and he asks."Is that........"I nod and quickly shift back into a human before saying,"Don't worry,she's alright.Do you want to go in with her?"He thinks for a second before saying,"I don't think I have a choice in the matter,do I?"I shake my head and shoot towards him,quickly morphing back into a big enough form to hold them both and drag his entire body into my maw,easily engulfing the young lord and sending him down.He slides into my pouch as I adjust it around my charge and the young lord to let them both lay comfortably on the separate sides of the organ.I cuddle it around the two of them as his fingers brush against the sensitive flesh as it pulls his hand in like Rose earlier and and I start purring as I allow the organ to gently churn around them.I stand up from my blissful state and walk past quite a few confused guards but once I see the head of the guard he waves off the humans following me before holding Tergu's door open and letting me into his room.I leap onto his bed and wrap around myself,using my tails to pull the comforter over me.I softly purr as I slowly fall asleep,I was planning on finding the childs family but maybe I'll just keep her for now,I could use another human toy and cuddle pet to protect.

#soft vore #safe vore #possesive pred #child prey #extreme cuddling #tw injury #tw abuse #aftercare

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traveleroffarawayplaces · 1 year

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When the Wind meets the ocean early

This is based on my incorrect quote of post-lu Wind meeting pre-lu Warriors and Time. If you want to see that, you can go here!

Warning, I have not played Hyrule Warriors so I am def. going to get this wrong. Enjoy.

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Wind, no Link, as he had to keep reminding himself, stared at a very familiar portal shifting in front of him. He scrubbed at his eyes, wondering if he just traveled into the past or not. Glancing over, he noticed Tetra was also staring at the gaping portal.

"Do you think these lead to a different time?" Tetra wondered, staring at the portal for a long time before she gasped and doubled over.

"You okay?" link asked, before he too doubled over in more shock then anything.

It was like something was calling him, no, more pulling him, towards the portal. He couldn't help but stumble a little blinking bleary.

"Are you saying you had to feel this last time?" Tetra asked, walking towards the portal in a daze, but stopping last minute, barely touching it.

"This is weird, its not like last time." Link frowned, he too strolled towards the portal, stopping just short of entering.

"Together?" Tetra asked, tilting her head towards Link as she hefted her sword, no doubt thinking about the black-blooded monster the last time there were portals.

Link nodded. "Lets go!"

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Coming out of the portal, was a total warzone. Literally. Explosions boomed around Link and Tetra as monsters and hylians ran around waving swords, sticks, and bows at each other aggressively. As Link and Tetra walked through, a monster, a bokoblin specifically, ran straight into Tetra's drawn cutlass, spearing it through the middle. Hylians and Monsters paused and turned to stare at Link and Tetra as they took in their surroundings.

"Well, I can say I didn't expect this." Link stated, staring at the sea of monsters. "Well, at least we prepared for a fight!" he said, drawing Four's old shield his shield and his sword and stabbing the nearest monsters. Tetra soon followed with stabbing monsters.

Behind them, the portal collapsed with a quiet ruushh.

Tetra and Link steadily fought toward the hylians, stabbing, twirling, and slashing at all the monsters that came near. An aeralfos swooped from above and Link raised his shield, bracing for impact. But it never came. He blinked and stared at a very familiar scarf and a much more familiar shape appeared on the back of the aeralfos.

Warrior! Holy Hylia! Wait, was this what Warriors was talking about back during our quest? Link smiled at the sight of his friend.

"We must retreat! They have us 5 to 4!" Warriors (or past Warriors? Link had no clue) A faint call of "retreat!" and "Go back!" followed.

Past Warriors landed next to Link and Tetra, beckoning them over. "New people, come over! We got you covered!" Tetra and Link nodded, falling behind Warriors as he waded through the swarm of monsters as he stabbed any monster who dare come near.

They moved for what felt like hours. (Well, I mean Warrior's Hyrule is pretty big, not Wild big but pretty big. Link's brain supplied, and he sighed in return.) Until they had arrived at Warrior's Hyrule town, however it looked a little more run down then usual.

“Link!” A voice called out and Wind turned, staring at a small version of Time without any scars or anything. Aww, he's so young! Wind cooed silently, relishing the moment he finally wasn't the youngest. Artemis, or as Link supposed, Zelda of this time, was strolling towards them. Her armor glittered in the rising sun, and her eyes narrowed into stilts once she saw the newcomers. Both mini-Time and Zelda stopped in front of Warriors and Zelda crossed her arms.

"Who have you brought now Link? More people from portals or traitors?" She asked, staring at Tetra and Link as a predator picking apart its prey.

"No! They are from a portal! Impa saw them come from a portal. Right Impa?" past-Warriors turned towards a sheikah women with a big scar over her left eye, with red eyes. Link instantly recognized Warrior's Impa, however, she was not wielding her giant sword.

Impa merely nodded.

"Well then. What is your names?" Zelda asked, her armor grinding against itself.

"I'm Tetra and that's Link." Tetra said, crossing her arms.

"Oh no, another Link?" A voice asked and Wind started, turning around to see a little floating demon-thing with a helmet of stone. Only one of her eyes were seen and she was mainly black and some grey.

"Uhm. Who..?" Link blinked at the demon. She scoffed.

"I'm Princess Midna, geez. I don't get payed enough. Your almost as bad as my Link." She snorted before sticking her tongue at past-Warriors. "Well, now I am leaving. Good luck with the renaming stuff. I heard that Ravio got some new stuff and I'm hoping to annoy him. He's fun to annoy."

"I think that's mainly Legend's job." Link muttered under his breath as Midna vanished into the crowd of people heading for a big purple tent. Tetra snorted beside me.

"Well, Tetra was it? Follow me and I can show you around while the Link's work on nicknames." Zelda motioned, leading Tetra away. Tetra waved at Link as she was swallowed by the crowd.

"Well, another link. Hi, I'm Link and this is Link." Mini-Time introduced himself and pointed to past-Warriors.

Link nodded. "Yeah I already knew that. Before you ask how, I'm not telling you. So much more fun this way."

mini-Time blinked, staring at Link for a moment. "So all of our names are Link, so we'll need nicknames!"

Past Warriors blinked, then shrugged stiffly. "I've just been calling the squirt Young link. Maybe we could call you Toon link?"

Link frowned, his eyes narrowing in on a patch of ground in front of him. "I mean sure, but like actual nicknames. So if you need to be called someone can't just yell 'Link' and have all three of us come."

Mini-Time shrugged. "I guess you can call Mask? My last adventure had to do with Masks."

Link smiled. "Then you can call me Phantom, since Tetra and I just had defeated Bellum."

Past Warriors stared at them. "Well I'll just go by Link since this is my time period."

"Its settled then. We have Link, Phantom and Mask!"

BONUS:

Ravio sighed, staring at the mess Midna made when a clatter was heard. Turning around, he saw Sir Scarf Hero Sir and Mini Link walk in with a familiar third person. Narrowing his eyes, he blinked at the third look-alike Link.

"Ravio, meet Phantom. Phantom meet Ravio." Sir Scarf Hero Sir introduced, pointing to the newcomer.

"Well thank you Sir Scarf Hero Sir!" Ravio cried, motioning Phantom over.

Phantom snorted. "So thats where the nickname came from Warriors?!"

Ravio's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he felt himself choke. When Phantom was finished laughing, he looked at Ravio curiously with a tilted brow. Sir Scarf Hero Sir and Mini Link was looking at Phantom bewilderingly.

"Wait, who is Warriors..?" Sir Scarf Hero Sir asked, and Phantom and Ravio shook their heads.

"No one in particular!" they shouted in unison. Then stared at each other.

No one moved for a few minutes, before Phantom and Ravio started pointing at each other.

"YOU REMEMBER!" Ravio nearly shouted at the same time Phantom yelled out "OH MY GOD! YOUR THAT RAVIO!"

To say Link and Mask were confused would be an understatement. Mask left after they started to talk about odd things like legend, hyrule, sky, time and a bunch of other stuff. Link just stood there, stuck between questioning how they know each other and why they were acting like long lost friends.

#This was fun.#Fics of kit #lu Wind #linked univers Wind #lu warriors #lu time #lu mask #linked universe warriors #linked universe time #linked universe mask #hyrule warriors before linked universe #before linked universe #hyrule warriors #Wind finally knows stuff #finally able to be the cryptic one #little does he know that is how Time became so cryptic.#Time/mask so thinks Wind is a cool role model and wants to be cryptic as him.#and he does #and so the timeline loops AGAIN!

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May I have a knight and princess cookie fan child :>

Alright, here you go, this is Dame Cookie

So full disclosure, I don’t know what gender Dame Cookie is. My three ideas are that Dame’s a guy that likes to wear dresses, non binary, or a trans woman. All I know is that Dame isn’t a cis woman. But for the sake of the thing, I’ll just stick with nonbinary

Edit: so I’ve finally decided that Dame is transfem, and will be editing the post as such, though I may forget some

So I was originally going to name her after shortcake, like Berry Shortcake, but then I remembered, both Princess and Knight are named after things, so why not do the same here? I chose Dame because it was the closest match I could find for a female knight. But she is still based on shortcake

Shortcake:

The design’s fine, but I swear, something about the proportions is off. Or the hair. Or maybe both. Also the sketch looks weird. Oh well. But yeah, my main references for her were Kouign Amann and Wildberry, as well as Princess for the dress. My whole idea was just “princess knight” for her. But what got me to finally draw her was me looking for references for my sketch dump and finding one of someone with a giant lance, and I basically went “I want that”. I gave her yellow hair just for the shortcake bit, and I changed it from Knight’s blonde just because I thought it looked a bit weird on her. And that it blended too much with the armor. I think I might have made the lance too small? It’s supposed to be really oversized. All in all, like I said, the design’s fine, but it’s not entirely what I was picturing in my head. Though then again, I think the picture in my head was that of a human character, so maybe that’s part of it

So anyways, Dame Cookie isn’t too complicated. She’s a fighter, but not as much of an adventurer. I imagine she likes to take part in a lot of tournaments. She’s also very friendly and easy to get along with. Oh, and another thing, Dame is pretty damn big. Like, she towers over their parents, and she’s also ridiculously strong, given she can throw their oversized lance at high speeds with ease. I imagine a scenario in which someone new in town hears of a young royal called Dame Cookie, and they imagine a dainty young girl, only to meet her in person (perhaps in a tournament) and find out Dame Cookie looks nothing like what they thought. But despite her fighting and physique, she also very much likes doing stuff like wearing fancy dresses and going to balls and such

Hmm, I wonder, would Dame have worked better as a darkknight fankid? I mean, mostly because of the large size and incredible strength probably fitting in better with Dark Choco’s family, and the fact that the colors work just as good with him too. Although at the same time, I doubt she’d wear frilly dresses or have her name be Dame Cookie…hm. Oh well, that’s not one of my requests yet, so who knows?

But yeah, that’s Dame Cookie. Hope you like her!

@amythecat2001 you were one of the people who asked

Edit: so the top was a redesign, mostly in the hair. The original is here

#I was originally writing this yesterday #but then I had to go to the movies with a friend and when we got back I was really tired so I went to sleep early #and I’ve been feeling sick this past weekend so it’s been some suffering for me #oh right I was supposed to do licolmond first #sorry about that but I was struck with inspiration for this first #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #knight cookie #princess cookie #princessknight #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #my ocs #my art #requests #answers #dame cookie

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ystrike1 · 1 year

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Not Knowing The Betrayal Of That Day - By Honey Water (6.5/10)

Sometimes a mistake isn't something forgivable. Our protagonist here rushes into a decision hastily. It ruins her life, and her lover's life. He doesn't forgive her, but he also can't forget her, because she's a beautiful woman. He's been obsessed with her for years, and after a seven year separation he returns to restart the most toxic relationship ever.

I'm just gonna say it. The art is not great. I have cherry picked the best panels, and they aren't stellar. This is a cheap webtoon adaption of a novel. Nothing more.

This is Tesa. She is an incredible beauty who lives in an orphanage run by manipulative assholes. She has a lover named Hert. He wants to be a knight, and her dream is to become a respectable maid.

She receives a golden opportunity. There's a very peculiar noblewoman. She's looking for a maid with red hair. Red hair is very rare. Maids who work for nobles also get paid more. That noble family is also looking for knight apprentices, so Hert can go with her. They lure her in with that bait. Money, and a chance to live a stable life with Hert. Tesa is an orphan with no cash, so this is an incredible opportunity.

She signs a paper, but she cannot read.

Tesa is a foolish girl. A stupid, uneducated, peasant.

The noble woman in question needed a body double. There's a nearly senile baron that lives nearby. The red haired noblewoman is still young and beautiful. She doesn't want to end up with a weird madman, but he wants her. He keeps annoying her family. So she came up with a plot. The man is crazy and dumb as a stump. He'll accept any beautiful woman with red hair.

Thankfully there is a timeskip. The baron accepts her because she is pretty, but he thinks she is stupid. She doesn't get a teacher. After three years she still cannot read, and obviously she's in a non-consensual relationship with an unstable man. So, she's miserable.

She also thinks Hert is dead.

Hert was sold as a Gladiator Slave. This kind of slave is used as cannon fodder in war, and entertainment during peacetime. Tesa signed his life away by complete accident, but Hert believes she sold him to prove her loyalty to the Baron. After all, what woman wouldn't want to marry a Baron. Tesa no longer has to work, and she wears fine clothes every day because of her marriage. Hert was also sold to ensure that Tesa stays by the Barons side. She had no real friends in the orphanage. Hert was the only possible issue. The only person who would have questioned her disappearance. The noblewoman who planned all this is very clever. I hope she's a villain later!

Tesa hates every day of her life. She thinks Hert died, so she's listless. She has nothing to fight for. Nobody cares about her. She is just a pretty face that stands next to the Baron. The Baron also doesn't think she's good enough for him, so that leads to...yeah Tesa suffers. It's all offscreen but she's a very broken person. Her eyes have zero life left in them.

Ok so Hert returns??? He's alive and he has fancy armor. He massacres everyone in the Baron's castle. Even innocent people like the maids and cooks. Tesa is Hert's prey.

He wants to know why. Why did she betray him? They were best friends and sweet almost lovers. They adored eachother. Tesa claimed to want him, and he wanted her even more. He killed the Baron because he should be by her side. They were supposed to be together. He can't imagine her with someone else, despite her betrayal.

Tesa isn't mentally stable so she just cries. Hert almost rapes her, and she tells him to kill her. She just wants to die. It's all so stupid. She lost everything because she couldn't read a piece of paper. It's so...arbitrary. Her life was nothing to the people around her. She doesn't tell him the truth. She curls up in a ball and she cries. I think maybe Hert is taking over the Baron's land. He was completely incompetent after all. It's likely that this was Hert's plan all along. He was sweet in the beginning, but he's clearly obsessed with Tesa. She was supposed to be the prize at the end of his journey. He thought she was a spoiled noble wife...but then he finds her...and she's a shattered mess that can't even speak straight.

This is a really sad story. I would rate it higher if the art wasn't mass produced passionless junk...

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Not Knowing The Betrayal Of That Day

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Their Mother 2

The mother of the Eldritch terrors wants to retireve them from the Spellmans clutches.

This is for @liliyhsblog who asked me for a part 2. I hope its as satisfying as part 1.

Warnings: Bloodshed, battles, tentacles, genocide, decapitation, murder, end of the world

~Previously~

“How stupid of you, to bring your only bargaining chip to the battlefield. One thing you seemed to have forgotten about Pandora’s box, is that it released all the plagues on the Earth.” Saying this, she opened the box, letting her children out once again, to destroy the Earth and consume it.

Watching the chaos unfold, the mother smiled with glee.

First from the box emerged darkness, her eldest daughter stood in all her shadowy glory. Her form was smokey, as if her powers could not decide on a final form. With hollowed out eyes and tiny obsidians embedded in her forehead, the eldest eldritch terror stood proud and tall. Glancing at her mother, she smiled till cracks appeared in her face. She turned towards the witches, quickly losing her smile.

Next came her son, the uninvited. He emerged from the box, disheveled with his untidy clothes and tangled hair. The mother tsked before waving her hand, immediately her son’s hair was returned to its former midnight glory, his hair was neatly braided like the Vikings of old. His sickle was sharpened and gleamed in the light while his clothes changed from tattered rags to armor, black leather armor that seemed easily penetrable yet worked as an impenetrable shield.

Glancing down at himself he smiled widely, giddy at his new attire. He smiled up at his mother, like he used to when he was still young. He nodded his head in gratitude and moved to embrace her but she stopped him. Reunions could wait for they were still in serious danger from the coven before them.

After him came her third son, the weird. They slithered out of the box, an octopus-like mass crawled to the mother then climbed up her body, perching itself on her shoulder.

Grinning widely at the Weird’s presence she gently ran her fingers over their head, restoring them to their original form. Feeling the familiar power running through their body the weird morphed into their original form which they had lost millennia ago. On first glance they looked deceptively human, an androgynous human yet on closer glance one would notice their hands shifted from tentacles to fingers and back. On their tongue were suckers, meant to pull in their victims.

Cracking their neck unnaturally the weird glared fiercely at the coven before putting on a menacingly charming smile. His pearly teeth and insidious expression made the Spellmans’ almost wretch.

After the weird, the imp of the perverse emerged. Cradling her child’s golden statue, the mother was enraged. What had the mortals done to her child? How could they turn him into a mere trinket to use as they wished? Sighing in anger she whispered, “Awaken,” the moment the word left her lips the imp started moving, as if it were waking up after a long slumber. Ruby eyes stared at the mother before a sharp grin formed on the little creature’s face. Slowly the imp unveiled its tiny wings and perched itself on the mother’s shoulder, caressing the large golden globe in its hands with its tongue, tempted to pervert reality in accordance with its will.

Next came the cosmic. The being was an intimate part of the cosmos, the unattainable and uncontainable force took a mortal visage. The cosmos was a pale, lean man dressed in a hanfu woven from the very fabric of the universe itself with spinning galaxies and nebulas almost alive on the fabric. His long black tresses trailed down his back. He was the picture of tranquility yet within his mind, chaos reigned.

The returned took the form of a corpse, mostly well-preserved but rotting in a few places. She was deathly beautiful yet she moved unnaturally, as if she was a mere puppet for a puppeteer. She was dressed like a bride, lace covered her arms and a veil covered her hair yet her dress was stained with blood and dirt, as if she recently crawled out of a grave.

The twin of the void emerged next. He was a tall man in a black suit and a hat. Mysterious and strange the man looked like a regular human with his black gloves yet he was anything but. He was created to be the yang to her yin. He was supposed to satiate her hunger, the one in charge of caring for her yet after millennia away from her he was remiss in his duties, leading to her growing impoverished. He was and is, the endless.

Lastly the void emerged. The void took the form of a gaunt little girl in a white dress with frayed hair, a far cry from the terrifying terror she used to be. Hunched over, she gripped her stomach as her hollow eyes stared at the Spellman coven. Licking her lips with her black tongue she stared at her potential meal, prepared to temporarily satiate her hunger with the young coven when her mother stopped her.

The mother looked at her children, disappointed in their current state. She tsked before giving them a little of her power to sustain themselves. Her once powerful creations were reduced to their impoverished states by the measly coven before them. Yet she knew not even their patron goddess Hecate would be able to defend the coven if she chose to intervene.

The coven, however were unwilling to submit to the intimidating terrors and had instead called upon their allies. Heaven, Hell and everything in between. Demons, ghouls and other creatures of all kinds accompanied the Spellmans in a quest for the survival of their universe. Seeing the eldritch terrors out of Panadora’s box Hilda stepped forward saying, “Well, now that you have your ‘children’ back why don’t you leave us alone?”

Chuckling darkly she answered, “Because I want to see your bodies scattered on this field in pieces, I want to feel your metallic blood flowing down my throat as I claim the debt owed to me.”

“What debt?”

“Your lives.”

As soon as the words fell from her lips the battle commenced. The witches fought well, reciting spells and moving elegantly against the attacks of the terrors yet it was not enough. Many witches fell, many were ripped apart and others ran in an tempt to save themselves yet it was all for naught.

The once green grass was a sticky amber, decorated with various body parts. The last of the Spellmans, Hilda and Zelda stood at the center of the field, looking at their surroundings with anguish, their coven was obliterated, the angels and demons torn to shreds. The head of their beloved niece was in the hands of the mother as she grinned maniacally at the pair.

“So much hassle for a little half-born, and yet, she died so easily. I’m disappointed,” she said with mock disappointment before tossing the blonde head at the pair.

Hilda shuddered as she fell to her knees, her grief consuming her as Zelda stood her ground, willing her tears away.

“Now, for a special punishment for you, you shall see your world get destroyed before you, too are consumed,” saying this, the pair were frozen in their places as the mother motioned for her children to finish what they had started.

First came the darkness and her everlasting cold, no one could escape their sins, their guilt, her torment.

Second came the uninvited, he ripped through the populace, feasting on their unwelcoming hearts as his powers grew.

Third came the weird, succumbing the Earth in water, crushing humanity’s cities and submerging them with the creatures of the depths that laid in wait for centuries.

Fourth came the Imp, he corrupted reality, twisting the very foundations of nature akin to a child playing with playdough. His creations were maddening, confusing, chaotic, refusing to settle. The very foundations of reality were cracking, crumbling as he continued.

Fifth came the Cosmic, he brought together the three realms, Heaven, Hell and Earth, they crashed in a symphony of pained screams that echoed through the vastness till everything went silent.

Sixth came the Returned, the dead arose to bear witness to the end, the deceased tormented those who remained, those who fought, those who had hope.

Seventh came the Endless, he brought with him an endless cycle of torment for the mortals, a cycle of eternity only breakable by one. He imbued his powers into the chaotic Earth, creating an unending paradox.

Eight came the Void, the last, the end of all things, she consumed the chaotic, fractured reality with much glee. Finally, she was satiated for the first time in millennia.

In the seven days it took the Christian God to create the world, it took eight days to destroy his creations, the very foundations of his fragile reality were shattered by the Eldritch terrors, it was almost poetic.

After her thirst for revenge was satiated, the Mother took her children with her, into a different dimension in order to grow their own powers once more so that they’d never be as weak as they were, ever again.

Under their mother, the terrors flourished, their powers of destruction grew equal to the Element’s powers of creation. The Universe was now more balanced than it had been in centuries.

#original character #the chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina #eldritch terror #the mother #chilling adventures of sabrina spellman #end of the world #tw. violence #tw.dark content #tw.murder #tw.decapitation

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