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Danielle and Danyal's meeting... very, very quickly goes very sour from, basically, the moment Danny steps into his room and finds Ellie sitting on his bed (strike one) and reading the comic books Tucker introduced him to (strike two). By the time she's looked up to address him, Danny has the door locked, and a hand hovering near the knife hidden under his shirt.
She gets her third strike when Danny, in a voice that could make the mountains tremble, demands to know how she got into his room, and she lies (with uncertainty of her decision growing in her chest) that Jazz let her in. Danny's hand shifts closer to his weapon, and he turns towards her fully, and says that Jazz would never let someone he didn’t know into his room, and who was she.
(Vlad Masters had underprepared Danielle for her meeting with Danny -- not out of any completely direct malicious intent, but he failed to mention just how... 'touchy' Daniel could be -- he failed to mention the scars littering up his arms, unhidden by the hoodie tee he meets Ellie in. He failed to mention that along with those scars, that Danny was visibly lean, capable of doing very real damage without the use of his powers.)
(He tells Ellie that he’s adopted, and that he is observant and clever, but ungrateful and has a bad attitude.)
Her final strike occurs when Ellie, trying to keep her facade of cheeriness, tells him that she’s his third cousin once removed. Immediately, Danny has his dagger pulled out, and Ellie finds herself with the cold metal of a blade pressing against her throat.
Danyal 'A.G' Fenton hasn’t killed since he arrived in Amity Park. At first it was because mother told him to keep a low profile, and killing would do the opposite of that. But, he's been slowly learning from his sister and friends over the years the value of human life. So it's become a combination of keeping his head down, and also that life has value to it.
But. That doesn’t mean he can’t kill, nor is he opposed to doing it if the situation calls for it. It just means that he doesn't do it. And ‘Danielle’ is an unknown in his room, claiming to be family to him, and appearing uncannily similar to him and his family. Either someone hired her and she was trying to pass herself off as a relative to him because that someone realized Danny was the biggest threat, or, his false death has been compromised, his mother was unable to tell him, and the league was aware he was alive.
No matter how he looks at it, this Danielle was a threat to him, his sister, his friends, to Damian, and to the Drs. Fenton. Danyal Fenton doesn't kill, but he has no problems doing so.
(Ellie, pinned under Danny’s knee and the blade to her neck, is too terrified to think of phasing out of his hold. Not that it would help, he would just chase after her.)
“You have broken into my home, dared to lie to my face, and when I demanded to know the truth, you dared lie to me again." Danny's scowl could cower even Skulker, his glacier blue eyes burning. "Your continual breath has been a favor from me, that I have graciously allowed, from the moment you entered my room, dahkil."
"So I will ask one more time," he hisses, "who. are. you."
Danielle, only a few months old, unprepared for the ice storm that is "Daniel" Fenton, and his clone in only flesh and blood, and not memories, immediately breaks. And tells him that she was his clone, that Vlad sent her to come capture him, and to please not kill her.
Danny's face twists with anger, Ellie thinks he's going to kill her anyways. Instead, he withdraws his knife and gets off her, stringing out curses in Arabic as he sheathes his weapon back into its hiding place faster than Ellie can blink.
He switches to English as she is collecting her bearings (and contemplating fleeing), and Danny paces the room like a tiger in a cage. "--of course that wretched, arrogant, peacocking little ingrate would do something so infuriating. I should have driven my sword into the shrivel of his heart when I had the chance--"
Ellie, for a moment, thinks of leaving while he is distracted. And starts to slowly creep away. But Danny notices instantly, and whirls on her. His too-bright eyes bore into her head: "Where do you think you're going."
"...I'm leaving."
And Danny scoffs at her, "Why? So you can fly back to Masters and tell him that you failed to capture me, and that I know that he cloned me?" He says, and Ellie remains silent -- that's exactly what she was going to do. "He will destroy you within seconds."
Of course, Ellie rears back in offense, and she finds the footing to glare at him. "He would not! He's my dad, he loves me!"
Danny gets in her face, glowering back with an equal intensity. "He does not." He snaps, "Vlad Masters has not a soul in his body nor a heart in his chest. He would sooner cut off the hand that helps him stand, than to take it along with him."
"If you're really made of my blood, then I will teach you only this: we bow not our heads nor our hearts to anyone." Danny's too-blue eyes narrow, and his voice dips into a hiss, "Especially not to a conniving snake like Masters. Your heart: cut it off, or cut it out. He will sooner leave you to bleed."
Then, he unlocks the door and drags her out before she has much time to act. And as he drags her down the hall he shoots Sam and Tucker a text, and they meet up at Nasty Burger. Ellie is a spitfire, but Danny has her too intimidated to leave.
"This is Danielle," he tells them bluntly as he corners her into the booth, "she's my clone. Masters created her."
Ellie is with them for a week, and somehow throughout that time, Danny manages to actually get her to like him throughout that time. He's callous, blunt, and full of sharp edges that you can cut yourself on. But when he's not spitting venom, he's fretting.
When he drags her back to the house after being with Sam and Tucker, he pulls her to Jazz's room and opens the door to tell her the same thing. "This is Danielle." He says upon abruptly opening the door, interrupting Jazz's studying as he pulls Ellie inside. "She is my clone, Masters created her. She needs clothes."
Then he turns and leaves, shutting the door behind him. Ellie, in that moment, thinks that now's her chance to flee. But Jazz then squeals, and she is trapped in new arms, shaken around by Jazz Fenton, excited for a sister.
(Ellie finds herself complaining to Jazz that night, shoved into old pajamas. She's in utter disbelief that Jazz could care about a jerk like Danny.)
("He's rough around the edges, but Danny does care." Jazz tells her, combing through her hair with her fingers. "We've been working on it ever since he joined the family, but Danny warms up slowly. He's usually less stoney; I think your arrival spooked him.")
("Spooked him?" Ellie repeats, she doesn't believe it at all. "He has a funny way of showing it, he threatened to kill me!" And she turns around just in time to see Jazz's press her lips into a line.)
("He's... very protective. He'll deny if you ask him, but he worries a lot." Jazz's fingers find her hair again. "What I do know for certain though, is that he wouldn't have kept you here if he wasn't worried about you at least a little bit.")
(Ellie doubts it.)
But Ellie is indeed there for a week, and the day after her initially rocky introduction with Danny, he is a little bit kinder to her. Still kinda a bitch, but he's less harsh to her, if... almost uncomfortable around her. Flighty, kinda.
Whenever she gets mouthy at him though, he looks oddly smug about it and, infuriatingly enough, praises her attitude. He is very, very annoying. And still kinda terrifying. But hearing him shout insults via puns at someone during a ghost fight that happens that week lessens the intimidating factor,,, a little bit.
Things go about,,,, relatively,,,, similar to canon. In the sense that it ends with Ellie defecting from Vlad because she finds out that Danny was right and that Vlad didn't actually care about her. (And that Jazz had been right too; Danny, in his weird, mean way, had been worried about her as well)
Danny looks out of his depth as she talks about how he was right, and he cuts her off with a vaguely uncomfortable clearing of his throat. And gives her the most awkward, but genuine apology he can muster.
"I should've used more tact when telling you about Masters, and I... apologize for threatening you when we met. I was..." he makes a face like he's sucked on a particularly sour lemon, "worried. First about my family, and then later about you."
(Ellie will be damned: Jazz was right)
Before Ellie leaves, Danny puts a hand on her shoulder and tells her: "I wasn't kidding about what I said to you when we first met: you are of my blood, and as such, you do not bow your head nor your heart to anyone."
Ellie looks at him, thinks about the last week, and smiles like she's caught him in a trap. "What about Sam and Tucker then? And Jazz?"
Danny smiles, it's awkward and tilted, like his face isn't used to the gesture. "We bow not our hearts, but that doesn't mean we can't share."
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How You Turn My World; Chapter 4
You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.
Character; Lilia Vanrouge
Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog
Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out
Word Count; 2.2 K
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
As per usual, don't put my work into AI.
You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.
“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”
At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.
“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner.
But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.
… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.
The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.
You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly.
What are the chances…
“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.
The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.
You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”
You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.
“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.
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Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.
“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.
The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.
Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.
The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”
Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”
The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”
Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.
“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.
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The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.
But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.
“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.
Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.
… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either.
One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”
But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.
‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’
At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.
“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”
And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?
The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.
What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.
“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.
Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.
“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”
Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!
You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone.
“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.
From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.
They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”
That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.
It was him — Mr. Sparkles.
And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).
But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.
“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”
My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.
He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).
“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”
“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”
The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.
“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”
You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”
You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.
“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”
From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.
But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.
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To be continued!
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granby + iskierka + keynes
#em draws stuff#em is posting about temeraire#temeraire#iskierka#john granby#doctor keynes#<- I do not know if keynes ever gets a first name so This Shall Do for tagging purposes for the present moment#speaking of which. my logic here is that granby is always getting whopped upside the head and stabbed and shot and dropped from high places#and therefore I think he should maybe cultivate his relationship with his crew's surgeon. because he is going to Need to.#keynes now. My Friend Keynes. I reallyreally would like to know More About Him and how exactly someone ends up as an aerial corps SURGEON#what is UP with this man I would like to KNOW about him#I would like to write fic even maybe. Hello Sir. Your Backstory?#designwise he ended up looking like patrick gallagher who you may be aware of for his role as awkward davies masterandcommander#which was not entirely intentional but I did end up leaning into it as I went on with the drawing.#he looks a lot like many people's version of tharkay here... I should make an effort for distinguishing them by drawing More Tharkays.#either way. keynes and gong su my favorite tem characters I don't really see anyone drawing. my underappreciated blorbos...#(this is maybe because I'm only on book 3 but) keynes is certainly on page a deal more than certain fellows I could name#anyWay. we are slowly creeping up to drawing BigLarge Iskierka but not all the way there yet. Stay Tuned.
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so with confidence I present my rarepair...fluffyriceshipping!
they were originally a joke ship (which was my last chance to get out) but they grew on me more and more throughout last year, and months later they've become my favorite pair to draw! their name was the funniest thing to make of them because i got to joke around with their jpn names
the tl:dr of them is that there's a lot of good drama to make of thirty-somethings with the weight of responsibility of their respective cultures on their shoulders, as well as their personal thoughts of the trainers of their respective regions, all this culminating together to be really compelling for me to develop, so I'll ramble a Whole lot more under the cut about them :D!!
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ok now that the people that wanted to see more about what i'm crazy about when i'm not online are here you guys better prepare for the worddump lmao
before they meet its postgame and they’re both in their thirties (early to mid), lance post gsc/hgss still upholds his champion position and managing the dragon's den alongside any g-man/undercover rocket work on the side (in workaholic mode), riley post dppt is occasionally battling at the battleground but also holing himself up with patrols on iron island and doing egg research and training his aura (Also in workaholic mode)
i'd say all the work makes byron and roark try to get him a break from all that, convincing him at some point to take a vacation! see the sights my guy you've been workin yourself to the bone
it's canonically shown in hgss that riley does appear as a partner for the battle tower, so at some point he is in johto! the region resonates with his cultural sensibilities so maybe he revisits it again to instead actually relax there.
lance would probably catch his hat flying away when he's visiting elm's lab (a fellow egg researcher) in new bark and riley would have absolutely fell first for him (and i'm a sucker for meet-cutes,,,)
and from there they hit it off! being both skilled trainers in their own right they battle and go out to eat after and talk about their family (clair and the elders, for riley's case his family friends byron and roark), their culture (dragon clans and aura guardians), and then when they talk about their respective trainer kiddos (silver and dawn) something clicks between them (it’s a Really rough snippet but hopefully it’s decent)-
"Do you have any kids? I know the news loves to make up some kind of story about secret love affairs with a random person." the guardian says, awkwardly.
Lance smiles, "Oh, yeah! I have one but he's technically not mine." Riley chokes on his iced tea.
"I'm sorry?" A million thoughts roll through his mind as he processes his words said so matter-of-factly.
"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm only partly joking."
"E-Elaborate..."
The champion explains the general gist of things as he's met him, Silver, his kid-by-odd-circumstance, was homeless for a while, but was training alongside some other up and coming trainers. Uncovering some Rocket related files, he learns he's the son of the boss of the entire organization, and after some on and off meetings he eventually got him a place to stay at the Dragon's Den, and soon after began living with him at his place when he warmed up to the idea of adoption.
There are times he gets overwhelmed with all that he's been through, and some nights its all too much. But Lance was there with him, stayed with him every step of the way, unlike the one who gave him that abandonment anxiety in the first place.
"He's my kid, not by blood, and maybe not by his family, either. But instead, by his own decision he chose to stay with me. I'd want him to keep the freedom he has now." Lance states, firmly. "And now he's grown up as strong as I believed he could. I'm proud of him, as much as he tends to deny that." Riley senses his draconic aura swell with pride, mixed with a humbling sincerity in his words.
"What about you? Any kids of your own?" the sudden flip of the question surprises the guardian briefly.
"N-Nothing adoptive but…I suppose it's similar, in a way to meeting them as you have."
The guardian's turn, now. Dawn was someone he met when he was training on Iron Island, and also served as a guide to get her through the caverns. When he felt something off in the aura surrounding the area, he eventually learned of Galactic causing the pokemon on the island to feel restless and agitated. With her, they were able to clear the island of their antics and even gifted her a Riolu egg on her journey. From there, he was impressed with how strong she was, and did hear from Cynthia that she raised his present up to evolving her into a Lucario. He couldn't have been happier.
That was the case, until he caught the aftermath of the events of Mt. Coronet.
What Cyrus did, the lengths he'd go to, and dragging the both of them into a mess that could have torn the world apart.
After that, Dawn stayed home for a while. Cynthia put him as a contact for her mom, who was really worried for her. With his aura and her friends, Lucas and Barry, they were a big help for her recovery. And eventually, after a lot of time and work, she became the region's champion. She messages every now and then to him, as processing any trauma is never an easy road, but he realized how lucky she was to have the people she'd met to keep her steady, and knew she'll be alright.
"I...still wish I could've done more for her," Riley says, quieter. "Cynthia told me about what happened in that other world, and it...it was a lot for Dawn, a lot of emotions to help her figure out." he finishes, sheepish.
"…I don't blame you for feeling that way, I wouldn't know what to do in a scenario like that, either." the champion says, unsure too.
"It's amazing, in a way. All these kids going through so much on their own. I'd be proud were it not so scary, realizing how young they are to go through what they have been through."
"There's only so much you really can do, as an adult. I've realized that fact a long time ago." Lance's aura felt oddly melancholic, as bright and pretty as it may appear. "It's either immediate or slow when things change for them, and sometimes you'll have to make a choice on the spot when the time comes for them to decide what they want to do." It sounds like he’s speaking from experience, but the melancholy makes it appear that he's had some regrets.
“I trust in them to find their own path, eventually. When they’re together, those kids are gonna be alright on their own.”
His reassurance helped, even if only by a small amount.
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I should make some kind of master post about them at some point but WAH god I’m so happy I can actually put them together in pokemon masters, they’ve really grown on me and I’ve developed a lot for the both of them in my free time, but yeah this is the rarepair that’s been on my brain for ages now, a gaze into my goo brain 🤪
#kagarts#pokemon gsc#pokemon hgss#pokemon dppt#trainer riley#stat trainer riley#champion lance#lance pokemon#fluffyriceshipping#🌊🍚🐉#yeah I’m establishing the tag for em in emojis. free reign bitches!!!!!#long post#writing a fic is hard but i could write millions of words about these two. the character analysis is compelling#catch me being annoying about them in the coming months#being able to talk about them is so nice bc I was pretty scared before because of some people I used to know#but now I get to be free and awesome without worry and it’s been great! I’ve got a friend who’s encouraged me to talk about them here#and so I shall! to my friend I want to kiss you on your forehead for hearing me out about these two#new year new yaoi new me >:]
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i always thought of dilf geto suguru loving skin-to-skin contact with his newborn baby😔❤ with the twins by mama's bedside as she rests from the birth days ago while suguru, shirtless, sits at a chair nearby, lovingly cradling his baby, who only has a diaper and a cap, in his chest looking at his family with so much love in his eyes
dilf nanamin too....skin-to-skin contact with his baby in the nursery as mama rests in their room hhhhhh why arent they real :*(
"we're not having a baby," you tell him time and time again. and geto just chuckles then, getting lost in the smell of your shampoo, in the lingering perfume by the nape of your neck, arms encircling your waist, and just...accepting it as fact. he's content with this. he's already got two beautiful girls who call him by the name papa, so why should he want more. he doesn't. he's sure of it.
then he'd pull back, looking to where his forearm rests against your middle, bringing his palm down to your lower belly and kinda...feeling the space there. wishing and wishing, that tug in his chest calling out to him, urging him, "what if..." he whispers, words caught in his throat, unable to say the rest of that sentence for fear of what might come next. your reaction, your rejection...would be too hard to bear.
and you know what exactly it is because you've seen the way he lingers just a little bit longer inside you every time he finishes, eyes staring at what's not there. lost in a daze, in his own world imagining his release taking root with hands splayed across your womb. for a second picturing you full with his child, glowing and resting under warm blankets, burrowing in soft pillows, waddling around your kitchen in the middle of the night hoping to satisfy a craving. he'll stop at nothing to deliver, not even if he has to make a drive out or if he needs to pay extra for same-day shipping.
you'd smell so good, feel so soft...my wife, my wife, my wife—is pregnant. she's carrying my child. he won't stop saying it, he wants it so much... and he knows you've talked about it, you don't need to have a baby now, had agreed that your parenting days are yet to be over anyway. of course, you'd want a little baby made up of the two of you, but the thought of going through a pregnancy is a lot. or at least, just for now. "its for the best," you tell him while on your tip toes, leaning in to kiss the pout off his face, "besides, we could still make babies, isn't that the fun part?" so he'll swallow it down. you'll seduce him, and the both of you will forget about it for the time being.
but his want only grows stronger. you'd see it on his face, in the way he looks at the pamphlets at the nursery when he drops the girls off, at the squirming little bundles in incubators and carriers, newborns swaddled in pink and blue, he stares at strollers by a display window and when they cross him by on the street, his fingers caressing the wool straps of a onesie at a store as he sighs fondly. "how cute..." he mutters, in awe of the detail and the craftsmanship at work, olive greens and navy blues with the cutest embroidered stitches of flowers and woodland creatures, "this would keep him warm...a warm portable boy..." he chuckles to himself, doesn't even realize the things he says, or that he says it aloud, but your heart clenches at the thought...would it be so bad to give him another.
and maybe you should have seen it coming, but the two of you weren’t the most particular when it came to protection, and by the time winter arrives, your belly swells and so do your ankles. “this kid doesn’t move or make a sound, i think he’s only kicked once the past six months,” geto says from behind you, his hands feeling over your bump. and you sigh, leaning back into his hold, about to nod off into slumber when he feels so warm, so comfy, relieved when he takes some of the weight off in his arms, lifting your belly up and keeping it there.
“you’re just looking out for mama aren’t you?” you coo, hand over geto’s and at that very second, your baby kicks and you both feel it in your palms. “im thinking he’s a mama’s boy," he laughs, can’t stop caressing where his baby’s foot had been. grinning wide, you admit to him something you already know, “you're gonna be his favourite...i feel him responding to your voice more, and he'll be just like you…i bet you’d been a quiet baby yourself…”
he's not geto when he holds his baby for the first time. special grade curse user or villain extraordinaire, but suguru...just suguru holding a baby in his arms while he gingerly feels the fine hairs, fixing the little cap atop their head, watching as a tiny fist wraps around his one index finger. oh, his heartbeat pounds when they gurgle and fidget, pulse jumping with sudden fear, before he calms again, smiling, cooing at them, a steady lup-dup, lup-dup beats through the cotton, soft and constant against his palm, trailing up his fingers, and down his spine. a life he holds onto. a life he's made.
#its geto day!! heres a soft one...#3 feb is the best day of the year...sunny celebrates her bday and so does her husband#anw will probably post more throughout the day but soz anon for ignoring nanami i shall post him sometime in the future but for now#this is a geto girls only event if ur not a geto girl go home#sunpiece#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#jujutsu kaisen fic#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen hcs#geto suguru hcs#geto suguru fic
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Somewhere Only We Know
solomon x gn!reader
warnings/tags: slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship, partial solomon backstory spoilers?
summary: You hadn't heard from Solomon in weeks, and you were worried. So you go out in search of him.
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AN: haha... its been a hot while since i posted my own writing here..... wrote this in like june when i was extra emo about solomon lol. title taken from Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. read on Ao3
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You were worried. You haven't been able to get into contact with Solomon for weeks. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to be somewhere he had no reception, but he'd always let you know beforehand. Everyone you had asked simply apologized, saying they had no clue where he was. And so, you decided to go and look for him yourself, remembering all the different places he's shown you, or told you about. You brought some provisions along, unsure of how long it would take to find the witty sorcerer you loved so dearly.
You spent most of a day checking around the devildom, teleporting from place to place without any signs that Solomon had been there recently. Settling down onto a large stump with a sigh, you pull out some of the food you had brought. All the teleporting was starting to wear at you, but you couldn't possibly stop now. It took only a few minutes to finish the food, the taste barely registering. You quickly packed up your things and stood. There was no time to rest, there was still the human world to search. You steeled yourself, before teleporting once again.
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Solomon wandered through a quiet field. The clear air helped to sooth his wrecked thoughts, but not enough. The sadness and grief he usually held at bay had overwhelmed him once more. In times like these, he tended to isolate. To run away and keep everything hidden from those around him. He hated this part of himself. The part of him that was a sad, lonely little boy. A boy that had lost anyone dear to him. A boy who curled up in the corner of the dark basement he lived in. His face was tense as he walked a game train through the tall grasses around him. The trail led him to a small ruin. A fallen tree that once stood proud and tall, next to a crumbling stone wall. He ran his hand along the once familiar stones, a deep melancholy gripping his heart. He sat gently on the fallen tree, and gazed up to the endless sky. Dusk had begun to settle in, the clouds painted in dark blues and saturated oranges. His tears were silent, slipping down his face and dropping onto his clothes.
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The sky was growing dark as you finally felt traces of Solomon. Even without casting anything, his magic tended to seep out and stick to his surroundings. You followed the trail you were sure he had walked, steps quickening as you felt him more and more. Finally, after searching hell and back, literally, you see him. There's barely any light now, but you could never mistake his frame. You broke into a run, a sound of relief bursting from you. He looked towards you at the sound, surprised. He was less alert in this state, less aware of everything around him. The moment you reach him, your arms are around him, holding him tight to your body as you fall to your knees in front of him. It took Solomon a moment to fully realize what was going on. He looked down at you, seeing the way you clung to him as though he was your lifeline. The way you pressed your face against his chest, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders.
"How.. How did you find me?" Solomon inwardly cringed at the way his voice wavered.
"I looked everywhere. Everywhere you've ever taken me, or told me about. I was so worried Sol, I was so, so worried." You pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains evident on his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he was gone. Knowing Solomon, it was entirely possible. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, cradling his face softly as though he might break. "I couldn't get in contact with you, no one knew where you were, I thought.." You swallowed back your tears. "I thought something happened to you."
Solomon's eyes widened, how long had he been gone? Everything was one big blur as he tried to recall how many nights had passed. "You know nothing can happen to me, I've always survived any mess I get myself into." A defensive smile tried to make its way onto his face, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm okay, you don't need to be so worried MC."
"Please Sol… Please don't lie to me." You raised up your torso, so you could press your forehead to his. "You're always there for me when I need you, let me return the favour." Solomon took a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to begin falling once more. He raised his arms to wrap around you, leaning against you. The two of you stay like this for a while, just holding each other and breathing. Your legs were straining to keep you up but you didn't even notice. All of you was completely focused on Solomon in this moment. Without realizing, you began to hum. A gentle, soothing tune that Solomon had hummed for you countless times when you were broken down. A soft, sad smile made its way onto his face.
"My mother used to hum that for me. During the cold dark nights, when I would cry, she'd come down and hold me. When I was a very young boy." You cracked your eyes open, and looked at him through your eyelashes.
"Is it alright?" He gave an affirmative hum, and you continued the tune. Solomon shifted his head down, nuzzling into your shoulder. You leaned your head against his. You weren't too sure how much time had passed, before he pulled back.
"Why don't you come sit next to me?" His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure your knees would appreciate a rest." You nodded, finally noticing how stiff you had grown as you moved beside him. You laced your fingers with his, and leaned against him. "... I'm sorry. I never wanted to worry you so." He squeezed your hand. "Thank you.. For coming to find me."
"Always, I will always come find you Sol." The promise warmed Solomon, helping him return to himself. "I love you Sol, I love you more than words could ever say." You turned to look at him, your eyes so full of love and care. Solomon had no clue what he had done to deserve you. His adorable little apprentice, who could calm his heart without even trying. Who warmed the forgotten parts of himself, that had been stuffed away by the years and years of pain and sadness. Who took the hand of that little boy, and brought him out into the warm sunlight.
"And I love you too, my Dear. more than I've ever loved anything. More than anything I've ever felt." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll try to rely on you more, I promise. There are things I still can't bring myself to talk about, but I hope I can one day." A tired loving smile found its place on your face.
"I will wait as long as you need." This time, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was such a tender kiss, so full of yours and his love. It was then that Solomon's stomach let out a growl. Come to think of it, he can't remember the last time he ate. He gave a sheepish laugh, worried he had somehow ruined the moment. "I brought some food, we could eat together?"
"That would be wonderful, my Dear." You started pulling things from your bag, the meal was rather simple, prepared in a rush. Then you pulled out the soft blanket you had brought in case you had to sleep outside. You spread the blanket out in front of the tree and sat down. Leaning slightly against the tree behind your back, you pat the space next to you. Solomon sat down, pressing into your side as you passed him some food. You ate together in a comfortable silence, staring up into the starry sky. Solomon's hand found your own once more, the warmth welcome in the chilly night air. You stayed there til morning, pointing out constellations and talking. Solomon told you a bit more about his childhood, and you shared a bit of your own, before you both fell asleep against each other.
#solomon#solomon x reader#obey me#obey me fanfic#obey me shall we date#obmswd#lowkey forgot how to tag this sorta thing lmao#adrians writing#not q'd#late night posting again bcz im nervous haha#i want to write more and then. actually post it here#have a couple other fics i can post but extra nervous bcz theyre about my mc rather than reader insert#also might rewrite my first obm fic at some point
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justice for my 2023 kinktober fics that were never finished or never got started on LMAOOO
#𝐍°⦗ 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 .ᐟ ﹕ ̊ ̟𐦍#its tough out here fr#i dont even have a synopsis for miguel’s fic like what#i rlly wanna try posting these tho#im hoping i can at least post satan’s plaything#or maybe miguel’s#we shall see
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For the Let Me Count the Ways ask game, would you do 31. "I wish..." for Legolas and Gimli, please?
Let Me Count the Ways ask game
The westering sun glimmered through the golden leaves of Caras Galadhon, casting its dappled light upon the grass. The breeze that filtered through the branches blew in from the south, carrying with it the first fresh hints of spring. The song of water splashing from beautiful fountains and trickling through a thousand tiny streams between the great roots of the mallorn trees echoed through the quiet evening air.
Blind to these beauties, Legolas passed like a shadow between the trees, head bowed, eyes upon his feet. At any other time, he would have been overjoyed to see this glorious city with his own eyes, to walk its paths and breathe in the scents of niphredil and elanor.
Yet there was a heaviness in the air, a weight in his chest that would not abate, and every sight and sound of beauty only pierced him deeper. The others spoke of their loss—Sam had even composed a poem—but Legolas found that he could not. Something stopped his lips, a sorrow and a fear that defied all speech. He could not even translate the Elven songs he heard for the others.
He had not wandered far when he became aware of a new scent, one that brought him up short. Smoke.
For a moment, he saw a fearsome being of smoke and flame, rising from the shadows to tower above the trees...but no. No, this was a small fire of underbrush and twigs—innocuous, if unexpected.
Stepping around the trunk of a large tree, Legolas found the source of the smoke in a small fire, built on the ground in the tree's shadow. All vegetation had been carefully scraped away in a circle around the fire.
Gimli sat tending the fire, bareheaded and with only a small axe hanging from his belt. Reddish hair spilled over his shoulders in braids, freed from the bands that normally held the braids together at the nape of his neck. He sat silently as Legolas watched, staring unblinking into the flames.
Legolas finally spoke when Gimli merely continued to sit there, unmoving. “If you are cold, would it not be wiser to ask for more blankets?”
With a start, Gimli turned and looked up at him.
“Such a small fire cannot bring much warmth,” Legolas continued. But then, he was continually surprised by what his mortal companions considered to be comfortable. Some of them chose to inhale smoke, yet complained when the smoke from their cookfire blew into their eyes. The halflings walked about barefoot in all weather, yet shivered and complained about the cold when it snowed. Perhaps this small of a fire was adequate for a Dwarf.
“I do not tend this fire for warmth, Master Elf,” Gimli grunted. “But fear not. I will see that the flames do not burn any of your precious trees.”
“I did not insinuate that—“ Legolas bit his tongue and took a deep breath. Now was not the time. Striving to keep his tone more neutral, he began again. “Then why do you tend this fire, Master Dwarf?”
Gimli shifted a little so his back was turned to Legolas, an obvious dismissal. “It is a Dwarven custom,” he said stiffly. “I would not expect you to understand.”
For a moment, Legolas thought of turning on his heel and leaving Gimli to whatever it was that had drawn him away from the others. After all, he clearly did not want Legolas there.
And yet...Legolas had just come from the others. They all rested, finding solace for their griefs and comfort for their weariness. Legolas had tried to rest. He had tried to seek out his own people and the comfort of their familiar customs. He had tried wandering alone.
The ache remained.
“No,” he admitted in a soft voice. “I do not understand. But I should like to learn.” He strode closer, sitting with his legs folded underneath him, on the other side of the little fire. “May I watch?”
Gimli's brows bristled, his eyes glinting with the reflection of the flames. But after a long moment of glaring through the heat shimmers, he merely grunted, “Do as you please.”
When he returned his attention to the fire, the anger seeped out of his face, leaving behind nothing but a weary sadness. He sat still for a moment, then with a sigh, he reached into his boot and pulled out a small, sharp knife that he held in one hand. With the other hand, he pulled one of his reddish braids over his shoulder.
A flash of steel, and the braid lay in the palm of his rough hand. Closing his eyes, Gimli murmured, “Balin.” Then he dropped the length of hair into his little fire. The flames crackled hungrily about it, devouring the hair in seconds and adding to the smoke curling into the air above their heads.
Gimli selected another braid, a narrower one just over his temple. One stroke of the blade, and it joined the first, cast into the fire. “Ori.”
As Gimli continued, Legolas realized he was reciting the names of the fallen Dwarves they had found in Moria. His kin...his friends. Legolas remembered how Gimli had boasted of the comforts they would enjoy when they reached the underground city. Easily he recalled the cry of anguish from Gimli when they found Balin's tomb at last.
Again and again, Gimli cut the long braids from his head and cast them into the flames. So many had fallen. So many lives lost to darkness and fear and cruel death. And then, with one final slice, Gimli tossed the thickest braid yet into the fire and sighed, “Gandalf.”
The ache rose up in Legolas' chest, growing tighter and tighter, more painful than Legolas thought he could stand. His hand fell to his belt and pulled out his own knife, a long, slender blade with an ivory hilt. Then, reaching up to the narrow braid that hung behind his ear, he sliced through the strand of hair.
There it lay, pale in the palm of his hand, so different from the thick reddish tresses Gimli had cut. “Mithrandir,” he murmured, then tossed it into the flames.
The fire roared up around it just as it had with Gimli's braids, turning it to ash within seconds. The fire knew no difference between Elf and Dwarf.
And as the scent of his own burning hair reached his nostrils, Legolas felt the ache begin to recede as if the flames consumed his pain as well. Perhaps not even his grief could withstand the fire.
Together, they sat staring at the heart of the fire, where together the remains of their hair crumbled away into ash. An Elf and a Dwarf, sitting in complete silence under the boughs of a tree, watching as their tiny fire burnt away to nothing.
By the time the last embers winked out, night had fallen upon Caras Galadhon. Now starlight and moonlight streamed through the branches of the trees, and a chill hung in the air that made Legolas even more aware of the absence of the fire's warmth. But still he waited, watching Gimli in silence.
At last, Gimli rose, stooping to make sure the fire was fully extinguished and then brushing off his hands. Legolas slowly got to his feet as well, unsure whether he should speak or not.
“Why?” Gimli's voice was hoarse, and full of an emotion Legolas could not decipher. He did not look up. “Why not...sing your songs? As the rest of your people do?”
“Because the songs bring me no comfort.”
Gimli did look up at him then, his eyes keen even in the darkness. But of course, he was a Dwarf. “And so you sought out me, of all people, for comfort?” Skepticism dripped from every word.
“Not...I did not expect....” Legolas fumbled over his words, and he did not know why. He felt none of the anger or outrage he might have, once. It seemed to have burnt away in the fire as well. “I...I wish....”
He hesitated. He did not know how Gimli would react to the thoughts slowly solidifying in his mind, and suddenly Legolas realized he wanted to avoid angering the Dwarf. Not out of fear or a simple desire to keep the peace, but...out of respect. Gimli had shared with him a small piece of his grief, and quarreling in this moment felt the same as if Legolas had stamped out Gimli's fire with his foot.
“Yes?” Gimli asked, crossing his arms. “What do you wish?”
“I wish I could have seen Khazad-dûm in the days of its glory,” Legolas said in a rush, stumbling slightly over sounds so unfamiliar to his tongue. “I wish I could have seen those great halls filled not with darkness, but with light and life and...everything else you spoke of. Not overrun with Orcs and...other evils.”
Gimli shuddered. “Let us not speak of that.”
Fingers of fear clenched around Legolas' own heart as his thoughts strayed to the end of their journey through Moria. “Then let us speak of wonder and beauty,” he murmured. “Will you not tell me of the days when mithril was mined, or the beauties that were wrought from it? Or perhaps you could tell me of your kin, if you would.”
Gimli cocked his head to one side, looking Legolas up and down as if seeing him for the first time. “Why would you want to hear about that?”
“There is much I do not know about this world.” He drew a deep breath. “And much I was told that I begin to think was wrong. Or at the very least, not the entire truth.” He met Gimli's eyes unwaveringly. “Long has there been strife between our peoples, Master Dwarf. But it need not be so between us. Mithrandir would not wish it so.”
Bowing his head in sorrow, Gimli murmured, “No, he would not.” When he looked up at Legolas again, a small smile twitched underneath his beard. “And it's Gimli, lad. No need to be formal.”
Legolas blinked in surprise. Never before had he been called 'lad' by someone a mere fraction of his own age. Recalling his manners, he bowed deeply, hand upon his heart. “Very well, Gimli.”
“So, you wish to hear about mithril, do you?” Gimli asked, as they turned to leave the little clearing. “I never saw Moria while the mines were in use, but my father told me the tale of when it was first discovered....”
They walked side-by-side through the trees in the starlight, Legolas shortening his stride to match Gimli's as they spoke of days long past. The silvery rays of the moon illuminated shorn locks on each of their heads, the fraying ends of braids in red and gold blowing free in the wind.
A strange sight to others, but to those two, it brought peace.
#ask and you shall receive#general-illyrin#ask games#let me count the ways#lord of the rings#lotr#legolas#gimli#my first time writing for them so i hope i did okay!#very much inspired by a never-posted fic from an ex-friend of mine but i tried to make the concept my own#this is supposed to be specifically fanfiction of the book but i can't help being influenced by the movies either#particularly in the case of gimli calling legolas 'lad' or 'laddie' - sorry not sorry that's just here to stay now#also if i could draw i would totally do a picture of them re-braiding each other's hair after it grows out a bit more#legolas with dwarf braids and gimli with elf braids YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! <3
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On the verge of a rut, Wolfwood attempts to leave. Vash makes an offer.
“Let me help you,” Vash says as Wolfwood stares, cigarette dangling from his mouth.
They’re in the courtyard of the motel they’ve sequestered rooms in, and Wolfwood had been on the way out. Vash had caught him and cornered him, and had blurted it out without further thought.
“Help me with what?” Wolfwood’s brows pinch, and Vash scratches the side of his head sheepishly.
“Y’know…” Vash says, and gestures towards the general area of Wolfwood’s lower half. “Y’know. As friends. Let me be your partner.”
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#vashwood#Trigun stampede#trigun#Vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#my fic#I wish twitter would let me post gifs without it looking like ass#anyways#enjoy#this was the last WIP I had of any fic in my drafts#where shall we go from here...
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Day 8: Mountain/Chains
Prompt List
Pt. 6 of The Empire of Samadhi AU
Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 (you are here) | Pt. 7 (coming sometime...)
(This is day 8 of the Monkie Destiny Challenge Prompt Month October 2023)
Wordcount: 2k
Summary: Red Son is the son of an old empire, Mei is the daughter of a new one. Red Son, consumed by fire, was put into an induced stasis sleep to stop the world from burning until his family can find a way to safely remove the fire. They find a way but he never wakes up. Hundreds of years later he awakes to discover his power resides within another as she stares at him with wide eyes on fire.
Split.
They reached the mountain at daybreak.
It wasn’t massive but it still counted as a mountain, albeit a small one. There were seals and spells lining the caverns on the inside of it, if nothing much had changed since Red Son had last visited the place. It was a little out of their way and put them a good half a day behind schedule to reach, but the mortals were insistent. Much to Red Son’s frustration.
Why they were taking this detour was simple.
Liú.
That little puppet Mk had tucked into his sash comfortably that morning, with his little puppet arms and face free of the fabric. He’d spent a needlessly long amount of time making sure he was comfortable, not being crushed. No matter how many times Red Son told him he likely couldn’t feel it, Mk wasn’t taking any chances.
“Just in case,” he had said that morning. “He might be conscious. It would be boring to look at the inside of a pocket all day.”
No matter how much Red Son scoffed at it, Mei chimed in that she thought it was a good idea so that was the end of it, and he could do nothing to convince him otherwise.
They were idiotic fools.
They were weird.
They chatted with the puppet all the way too, and on the way up the mountain, in-between complaints of sore feet and burning muscles from their upward decent. Red Son had to listen to their aggravating recap and their ‘Sifu Samadhi, he might look scary but he’s a softy,’ all the way up the mountain.
Red Son was not a softy.
He was going to kill them both the moment he had the fire just to prove that.
“He can’t hear you,” Red Son tried to tell them for the thousandth time.
“Maybe he can,” Mei said, sticking out her tongue like she did every time she replied.
Truly they were idiotic.
He had no doubt if Liú really was conscious as a little puppet, he would have rather been shoved into a pocket than listen to their whining. At least then the sounds would be muffled.
“Are we there yet?” Mei groaned. “We've been walking for ages.”
“Two hours,” Red Son said through gritted teeth, “is not ages.”
“It's dark out,” Mk complained, “I want to sleep.”
Red Son took a moment to breathe. If he pushed either of them off the mountain now he might never get his fire. “This little detour is costing us precious time. The sooner we reach the top the better. Unless you’d rather take a nap and watch the world burn from this vantage point?”
That at least shut them up for a while. Then there was nothing but annoyed noises and huffing and puffing.
Honestly they held up better than expected. Despite their complaining they were keeping up with Red Son’s, what would be considered, brutal pace for mortals.
They reached the top before sunrise.
Luckily the big open surface carved out remained which meant they wouldn’t need to clear anything. The last time Red Son had been here, there had been monuments and structures and even green life everywhere. He didn’t acknowledge the blackened empty state of it.
Red Son drew the circle in the ash and dirt himself, since he didn’t trust either of them to know what they were doing. It didn’t take very long, but it was long enough for Mei to complain again. Red Son ignored her. He scratched the letters into the dirt then snatched some of his fire from the rings and lit the spell. The fire filled the grooves quickly until every bit of lettering was illuminated.
“Now,” he said, dusting his hands off and turning to Mei. “First things first. This is going to cause quite a commotion in the middle of nowhere. Without any life disguising my power, we might as well be sending an invitation to that thing to come find us. So.” He stepped over to one of the edges of the flat space, purposefully not too far away from the circle, but not close enough to mess with the spell. “This is our escape route. If he comes, stand here, and it will take us out of here in a more permanent teleportation than I can currently provide.”
“Cool,” Mei said. “Where does it go?”
“Let me worry about that,” Red Son said, crossing his arms. “Now the spell. Not that I care but keep in mind that if you lose control at any point during the ritual, he will undoubtedly die.”
“What?” said Mk, shielding the puppet with his hand.
“No pressure or anything,” Mei muttered. She frowned at the spell.
“Hurry up, we don’t have all day,” Red Son snapped.
“You can do this, Mei,” Mk said. “I know you can.”
That made her crack a smile. They were both so strange. “Thanks Mk.” She seemed to brighten just a little bit. “Alright, let's do this.” She got into position and planted her feet.
Mk hurried forward and placed the puppet in the middle of the circle, gently brushing ash from the spot so there was a clear spot to place it down. He then scurried out of the ring, cursing as the hem of his hanfu caught fire. He stamped it out, giving a big bright smile when Red Son glared at him.
Mei took a breath, closing her eyes. She placed the palms of her hands together in a meditative movement, then her eyes snapped open and she stared with intense focus at the puppet on the ground. “Ready.”
Red Son nodded. He lifted his hand, breathed and released the puppet from the seal.
It was an awful twisting, crumpling moment, then there the puppet stood at its full size. Its one eye blinked.
“Now!” Red Son yelled.
Fire exploded over them.
Red Son thought just in time to yank Mk behind him to shield him from it. Red Son planted his feet, nearly slipping from the force of it.
“A bit of overkill,” he said through gritted teeth as he held the fire at bay. She likely didn’t hear him mutter it over the roar of the flames. That had been his intention. He wasn’t stupid enough to interrupt her focus on purpose.
The puppet cowered, shielding its face, but its feet remained glued to the ground, trapped by the spell. The flames washed over it. It wailed.
“Ignore it!” Red Son yelled to Mei before she could hesitate or ask. “Continue the ritual!”
The fire burned through layers of the curse.
“It's working!” Mk spoke like he could see it which was absurd.
Chains flickered into view. They connected to the puppets wrists and ankles, long and icy and blue. Deep churning gray ones wrapped around the rest of him as though they were holding him together. Those chains were much thinner and weaker than the blue, but both could be handled just fine. One part possession, one part curse. The seals on the chains lit up with light, exposed by the fire.
The fire flickered green. Red Son grit his teeth and said nothing.
“You almost got him! Keep going!” Mk yelled.
“I… am…” Mei grunted, straining and pushing the fire at the puppet, trying to keep it aimed at him. Some of it lashed out to the side, dangerously close to Mk.
“Focus, Dragon Girl,” Red Son barked.
“Both of you zip it!” Mei snapped back. “Stop yelling at me-”
One of the chains cracked.
“Keep going, you're doing it!” Mk cheered.
“I asked for quiet please!”
The puppets' eyes flickered from empty to wide and pained and human. The puppet-like designs on its skin seemed to start to burn off. Its screaming was muffled by the fire.
“This is really hard!” Mei yelled.
“Of course it is!” Red Son yelled back. “Keep going!”
A chain snapped.
“You’re doing it, Mei! You’re doing it!”
“Yeah!” Mei cheered. Her power surged and pressed firmer against the curse.
Red Son hadn’t sensed anything, perhaps due to the massive surge of power in front of him. But quite unexpectedly he exhaled and his breath was visible, even with the flames in front of him.
He snapped his head up to look at the sky to find frosty clouds looming above them and closing in. The air behind where the fire was not was growing cold.
Red Son hadn’t felt him coming.
They needed to leave. Now.
“Dragon girl! Stop the fire! We need to go-!”
He landed a short distance away at the edge of the space and the mountain shook with the impact.
Red Son stumbled, on his feet, some of the fire escaping past him and over to Mk.
The fire vanished.
“Mk, grab Liú,” Mei barked. If Red Son wasn’t distracted he might have been proud of her authoritative voice, clearly reminiscent of his own.
Mk jumped into action and ran forward, jumping over rocks. He scooped the puppet off the ground, and bolted back to Red Son.
The figure that filled Red Son with such dread started forward.
The fire blasted into existence again, all of it focused on the possessed creature.
“Leave it! We need to go!” Red Son yelled. He and Mk were already standing in the escape route, they just needed Mei.
Chains flickered.
Red Son realized that his uncle was walking into the circle they’d made for the puppet.
Chains, white freezing chains, thin and thick, wrapping around every limb, tight around every movement. There looked to be hundreds of them, some of them thicker than some tree trunks Red Son had seen, and only getting bigger, as they stretched out of sight. They wrapped around his wrists, his arms, his ankles, his legs, his tail, his throat, his torso, his head.
Every single chain link from big to small had a seal on it.
The horror that Red Son felt choked him for a moment.
“Wait!” Mei yelled. “Do you see that? Maybe I can-”
“YOU CAN’T!” Red Son roared. “LEAVE IT, MEI.”
He could see her hesitate. It was a split second of her really truly considering… Then she growled. With a frustrated yell, she hurled as much fire as she could at their pursuer before she abandoned the circle and sprinted towards where Red Son and Mk stood.
“Hurry!” Mk held out his arm to her. “He’s right behind you!”
Mei didn’t glance back, she just launched herself forward, leaping at them.
Red Son slammed his hand onto the ground on top of the spell to activate it seeing her trajectory. He didn’t pray that he’d timed it right, he knew he had.
That was the moment that everything went wrong.
Mei was jerked backward, the Possessed catching the back of her hanfu.
Mk lunged out of the circle and tackled him.
Mei was catapulted forward and bowled into Red Son, knocking him off his feet and partially out of the spell.
The possessed moved forward, Mei lunged for Mk, the spell activated just as she touched him and the mountaintop exploded.
The impact of Red Son hitting the ground face-first nearly knocked him out. It left him dizzy and disoriented for a moment.
He pushed himself up and staggered to his feet.
He looked for Mei first, expecting her to be a short distance away, buried by rubble or fighting his uncle, but very suddenly realized several things:
He wasn’t atop the mountain any longer. He was beside a running river, surrounded by trees. It was damp, not as dry, there was no ash or flame to be found.
He couldn’t feel the warmth of his fire at all, which meant it was no longer in close proximity with him.
His uncle, Mei and Mk were nowhere to be found.
His fire was gone.
Red Son punched a tree, splitting a fist-shaped hole into the wood.
Then he wordlessly screamed at the sky for more than a few reasons but mainly because that had really hurt.
Imbeciles.
| beginning | next (coming...sometime...) |
#KNOX WRITES (me)#Monkie Destiny Challenge (2023)#Monkie Kid the Empire of Samadhi AU#Monkie Kid#LEGO Monkie kid#Monkie Kid Mei#Monkie Kid Mk#have i just skipped day 7 entirely? m a y b e#not purposefully i just had the idea for a truth serum/curse fic thing and i was thinking about writing that just haven't had the time#this one was already partially written#I'VE HAD A VERY FULL WEEKEND OKAYGBS;FKLSMDF#hopefully i'll get todays prompt out too before the day is done#whew weeee#we shall see how this goes i don't have any ideas for it yet hG;LSKJF#REMEMBER TO HYDRATE#this one feels very short BUT ITS FINE MOVING ON#MY COMPUTER KEEPS OVERHEATING I NEED TO SPEED OFF HERE I'M JUST TRYING TO POST THIS WHEEZING#straight up i couldn't think of what they were going to do next so i did this to give my brain something new to consider mWAHHAHAHA#what will happen next... hm..?
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✎Character: Neutral gender MC (GN!MC), Simeon Obey Me!
All character and picture belong to: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All
🎂 Happy Birthday my malewife angel :D. One shot for you
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"MC, what is that thing you're holding?"
Simeon comes behind you and points at your diary. You're panicked and close the book instantly. "No, it's nothing!"
Simeon innocently just staring at you, "Oh, okay then"
"But, Simeon... What brings you here? ... What is that thing you're holding?" You're curiously looking at the handsome angel that sits in your window
No human in this world would expect a night where they're visited by an angel who brings bedtime stories. But Simeon, being an unexpected angel, does it. He is just laughing at your question, he scratched his ear awkwardly.
"It's actually... Luke's book. I just want to say "Good night" to you. I know I can text or call you, but... I want to say it directly... So... I came here... And forgot that I promised Luke to read one of his favorite stories"
You can't help but laugh at it, how come? Simeon always strikes you as a composed man, and now he's coming rushing to you just to say good night, and accidentally brings his son's book?
"Well then," you said. "You gonna read me a story now? Should I wash my feet first and come to bed, papa?"
"MC...." Simeon hid under his hand, it's so fun to tease him like this.
"Okay, fine. But since you're here, you can't just go off to Purgatory Hall now." You throw your eyes to House of Lamentation's garden, the only visible place in the middle of the dark night, "Wanna take a stroll?" Simeon nodded.
You both walked side by side, to avoid uneasiness, you both talk about the trivia. But in the end, Simeon just telling you a story from Luke's book he holds.
"... So the mama bear told them "It's time to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long adventure" and the babies fell asleep. Such a simple story, don't you think?"
"But, Simeon... Ain't we comin' here so you can escape my tease?"
"Eh, that's right - WAIT, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT-"
Oh, this clumsy angel~
You both sit down at the garden bench, letting the cold night air come and go. Yet, Simeon ear is still red.
"Aren't you cold, Simeon?"
"Y-Yeah, I do. But I can handle it, how about you?"
Seeing you shivering, Simeon's eyes widened a bit. He has nothing in his hand, so he hugs you.
"S-Simeon…?"
"Ops, sorry. You look cold, so I reflexively hug you"
His wide chest felt so warm, his arm holds you tightly, makes you feel comfortable to lean on.
"Simeon... Why did you being so clumsy today? I mean, I don't mind but... That's just strange, you even come to just to say good night to me"
"Uh... It's a secret"
You turned and looked into his eyes, "Hey, no secret between us"
"But it's... WAH-" Simeon jolted when you raise your arm. Your finger searching for his ticklish place.
"Wahahaha! No! MC, please!"
"Say it or no stop for it!
"Waaaah! No, please....!"
You continue to tickle him until you both fall from the garden bench.
"Oh MC, AHAHAHHA! No, please! I just want you to be the first to say "Happy birthday" for me! AHAHAHAHahaha..."
Now it's your turn to have red ears.
The night air being more cold and cold as the time pass by, but it's the heat who's brushing towards you two
"Uhm..."
"...."
"Sorry, I slipped up. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable..."
Yeah, tomorrow is his birthday, but...
"Well, if you want it so bad, you can ask me tomorrow, no?"
"...Yeah, sorry. I don't mean to bother. Sorry for being so selfish and careless..."
The clock at House of Lamentation faintly tolling. 12 times, but the angel in front of you is busy burying his face behind his hand.
Simeon peeking through his finger, seeing your face just as blushed as himself. He raises his head and hugs you again.
"...MC, it's midnight already... Would you... Wish me the happy birthday...?"
He looked into your eyes with a spark of hope, as if he's ready to cry if you say no. Well, as if you would refuse him in the first place
"Happy birthday, Simeon. I wish you the best for this year. But I personally gonna wish you to be more clumsy"
" ! "
"Heheh, you're far more cute this way"
Now he's ready to dig a hole.
"Ah, uhm.... O-okay... If that's what you want... Thank you, MC"
He averts his gaze from you. You know for sure he's already trying to search for another topic.
"Ah, MC. Look, the moon is beautiful tonight"
"Now, did you just accidentally confess your love for me...?"
"Huh...? Oh! Hehehe, I just remember that was a way human confess their love to each other..."
"Oh, Simeon!"
You two burst out laughing.
Simeon still locks his eyes to yours, a calm gaze, his composed eyes. He's just smiling brightly, there's no voice coming out of his mouth. You're amazed by his tender expression.
"But that one was on purpose though"
#now i think about it this one shot is so long#ah yes Im still exist here#finally one wip posted#*putting aside 10 other draft*#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me solmare#obey me fanfic#obey me simeon#shall we date obey me#obey me fic#obey me side characters#obey me mc#simeon x you#simeon x mc#simeon obey me#simeon x reader#gn!mc#gn!reader
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guess who should have an official summary and character art for their acotar fic by hopefully the end of the week?
thats right ME i feel pretty solid in what i have for the plot that i shall post a little teaser including the dramatic ass title i chose.
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acotar fic#oh dont worry i will have tamlin art on the front page !!#and i shall drop the art and details for the second main whos an oc i made#just imo but i felt there definitely needed to be a fresh character to help drive healing for tamlin#as im basing lots of the mental health aspects of this fic off my own experiences#which are weirdly similar to tamlins at times sooo i feel i have jurisdiction here#i also like posting my art and people enjoying it so even more dopamine
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yall really liked this scene last wip wednesday so here have another little bit of it
edit: heres the link :]
#luz noceda#hunter noceda#i have also figured out that the bestie duo name for these two is#pittwins#which i assume comes from the bird app so idk if ppl actually use it here? we shall see#the owl house#toh#toh fanfic#hunter toh#bee post#bee writes#fr tho im so surprised the last post got 50+ notes#considering that my actual fics usually get like. 3.#so thats cool#i would like to finish this some day. and the last post gave me a lot of motivation but progress is so slow#i have no free time. but its going. so thats good#also u can probs guess the premise of this fic from this little bit which is good (??). its like. 10% a crack fic. just a little bit#wip wednesday#sparkle on its wip wednesday dont forget to be yourself besties
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They used to play the game a lot. One of them would say a name, and they wouldn’t ask the question aloud if they were anywhere even slightly public—secrecy was too ingrained in the three of them, and Mike had taken to it quickly enough—but they’d all hear it anyway: if they were a shifter, what animal would they be? They’d toss ideas back and forth, sometimes settling it at once, sometimes arguing for days. It was more fun than it had any right to be, and it hadn't taken Dustin all that long to figure out why: they’d never had anyone to share this with before.
Shifters mostly stuck with their own kind. In a town as small as Hawkins, that meant shifters mostly just had human friends, and politely avoided each other in the grocery store. It was part cultural norm and part instinct—something about being near other shifters made their animal side a little stronger, and animals don’t trust strangers. Especially strangers with sharp teeth.
Mike had practically had to sit on them to get the three of them to be friends. For the longest time, just being around Lucas had made Dustin want to bolt. Hares and badgers weren’t even natural enemies, but it was enough that they weren’t friends, and that some deep part of Dustin, the part that lived right at the base of his skull, knew that Lucas could maul him with one well-placed strike.
Will hadn’t been so instinctively frightening—no one has anything to fear from a mouse. Where Dustin got jittery around the other two, Will went still and quiet. But Dustin had been as wary of that as he had been of Lucas’s on-edge sharpness. Everyone knew Will’s dad was a rat. Will had taken after his mother, but you never know with mixed shifters, and no one wants to tangle with a cornered rat.
Mike and Will had met on the first day of kindergarten and become instantly inseparable. Lucas had moved into the house next to Mike’s during spring break of first grade, and they’d hit it off almost at once. Mike hadn’t been able to understand why they’d both balked so hard when he tried to get them to play together at recess.
Most people would probably have given up after a few weeks. But Mike was one of the most stubborn people alive when he got an idea in his head. It didn’t get any easier when he and Dustin got close at summer camp, but Mike started second grade with an iron-hard determination that they would all be friends. Whether they liked it or not.
It took a little over a month for him to get all of them in his basement at the same time, very cautiously playing board games. It was another month before the three of them spent more than thirty seconds alone together, and even then it wasn’t voluntarily. Mike’s mom interrupted a game to insist he take a phone call from his grandma right now. Mike went with loud and lengthy protests, but he went, and then Dustin, Lucas, and Will were left staring at each other in suddenly stifling silence.
It was Will who broke it. Will had always been much braver than you’d expect a mouse to be. “If Mike was a shifter,” he said quietly, “what do you think he’d be?”
Lucas barely hesitated a moment. “A donkey.”
Will nodded pensively. Dustin snorted. “Because he’s stubborn as a mule?” he asked, at the same time as Will said, straight-faced, “Because he can be a real ass.”
Dustin and Lucas both lost it. Will grinned, and then joined in the laughter. That was how Mike found them, collapsed on the floor and giggling, drunk on the cut tension.
They weren’t magically friends after that. But for Dustin, at least, that was when it had started to feel possible.
#I crave the joy of Post!!!#stranger things#st grimm au#every 500 words I'm like :( why is there no one I can share this with :(#and I grow disheartened#so instead of growing disheartened I shall Post#and then write on#this fic also continues my accidental quest to give will a really dry sense of humor#I'm not sure I remember a single joke from him in canon#dustin and lucas are more the funny ones in their friend group I think#will is the audience (very important role. no shade here)#but apparently I simply must have deadpan humor in my stories#just can't do without!#and everyone else is too raucous#so will has been assigned this role#this is only the second such joke across two fics so I think I'll be fine wrt getting too ooc#but also maybe I should rewatch the show to get a better feel for his voice#alas! what a hardship this shall be
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Day 4 for @atlararepairmonth with the prompt “First Date!”
#ducky’s art#atla#atla fanart#avatar the last airbender#bumi#king bumi#pakku#master pakku#bumku#atlararepair2023#didnt really finish the lighting here but eeh i wanted to get it posted and it seemed already complete so-#bone apple teeth <33#also i may or may not write a fic of this (depending how much its taking me to write the pakoda fic for this event) we shall see-
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