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luschia-sims · 1 year

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The Sims 4 Luschia-Sims Lepacy Challenge (WIP)

I am currently working through the rest of the generations and testing the already finished gens so feel free to play or give any suggestions! Also let me see all of your creations for this challenge @luschia-sims ! Play in normal length lifespan.

Generation One: Work Life vs. Home Life (Get to Work)

The big dilemma; To be successful in your career or the best parent and partner you can be. Growing up, you always strived for success. Your parents would set up lemonade stands and bake sales for you to run on the weekends for extra cash. You enjoyed these events, always getting involved with the exchanges and making some money for yourself. It was rewarding. Throughout high school, you wished to be employed in a highly-accredited career- to be recognized for your hard work. Your family was so proud of you. They’re who you have to thank for who you are now. But is it who you really want to be? You love the wealth you have acquired though your dream is to be loved for who you are and not just for your worth. Will you continue to lounge in your wealth on your lonesome or be in search of the one who loves you for you?

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Genius, Materialistic, Foodie.

Career: Doctor OR Scientist OR Detective.

Rules:

Live in either Willow Creek, Oasis Springs or Newcrest.

Join and reach level 10 of your chosen career.

Attend work with your sim at least 2 times a week.

Reach level 10 of the baking and charisma skills.

Fall in love with and marry your best friend.

As an adult, open your own small business in Magnolia Promenade.

Complete aspiration.

In your business, make §5,000 worth of earnings.

Have two children.

Generation Two: Rock On! (Get Together)

Your household was the typical nuclear family: two loving parents and their well-behaved children. Except you were the one to break that chain. A child expected to respect and care for their family turned out to be the total opposite. Throughout your childhood and teenage years, you resented your parents. The thought of them made you sick. During school, you decided to make a pact with your closest friends. And from then on, you were hanging out every weekend, jumping from place to place, party to party. Staying up until the early hours of the next day. Your raving days felt infinite until one morning, you got the news that you were to be a parent. All of a sudden, your whole world came crashing down. How were you supposed to take care of a child in your state? You’re employed in a minimum-wage job with little-to-no nurturing capabilities. What will the future hold for you and your new bundle of joy?

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack.

Traits: Insider OR Dance machine, Hates children, Music Lover.

Career: Fast Food Employee, Self-Employed Musician.

Rules:

Create a club as a child with your closest friends.

Have a bad relationship with your parents.

Join the fast food employee job as a teenager and achieve level three in the part-time career.

Be in a romantic situationship with one of your friends from your club as a teenager but break it off before you age into a young adult.

Move to Windenburg with a friend as a young adult.

Have a club gathering at least once a week.

Reach level 10 of the DJ mixing OR dancing and guitar skills.

Complete aspiration.

Rekindle your teenage romance as an adult, have a child with them, and move in together.

After your child is born, quit the fast food business and become a self-employed musician.

Never get married.

Generation Three: Learning to Love (City Living)

Living in the quiet town of Windenburg all your childhood wasn't your thing. So you decided to pack your belongings and move to the big city. San Myshuno was the perfect place to begin a new chapter in your life. New places, new experiences, new people, new everything! You wanted to leave your old life behind, find new friends and maybe even love. The only problem was you are horrible at flirting. But for now it didn't matter and the possibilities were endless! Throughout your young adult life, you focused solely on your friends and career, creating new memories and seeking new experiences. Your life seemed perfect. As you matured, your friends began settling down and starting families. You were in a crisis. Will you follow your friends and feel the need for a perfect life or will you travel at your own pace and learn that imperfection is the true perfection?

Aspiration: City Native.

Traits: Unflirty, Perfectionist, Cheerful.

Career: Political OR Critic OR Social Media.

Rules:

Move to San Myshuno as a young adult.

Join and reach level 10 of your chosen career.

Become friends with your landlords and neighbors.

Explore and succeed in every San Myshuno festival (complete all objectives).

Reach level 10 of the singing and painting skills.

Give an apartment key to your best friend.

Have at least one child.

As an adult, move into a different apartment in another district.

Collect all snow globes OR city posters.

Attend karaoke night every week.

Complete aspiration.

As an elder, move in with your best friend.

Generation Four: A Man’s Best Friend (Cats & Dogs)

Jumping from apartment to apartment, you didn’t experience the joy of a pet. As a teenager, you hung flyers around the city and picked up babysitting gigs to make some extra cash. Once you earned enough money, you went against your parent’s rule and bought yourself a furry friend. Providing them with a loving home, food, and water every day and giving them all the toys in the world. You and your parents were close, but nothing can compare between a sim and their pet. As you strolled through the streets of San Myshuno, you encountered hundreds of stray animals. The pain it brought to you was unbearable- so from then on, you made it your mission to help any animal in need. As you get older and into young adulthood, you move to the beachside town of Brindleton Bay and decide to open your own vet clinic. And who knows, you may even find someone who loves animals just as much as you do.

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals.

Traits: Cat lover OR Dog lover, Bookworm, Active.

Career: Babysitter, Veterinarian.

Rules:

Join the babysitter part-time job as a teenager.

Get your first pet as a teenager and become best friends forever with them.

Move to Brindleton Bay as a young adult with your furry friend.

Have at least 200 followers on your pet's Instagram.

Adopt a stray animal.

Have six pets as a part of your household in your entire lifetime.

Quit your babysitter gig and open a vet clinic.

Make §15,000 worth of earnings from your clinic.

Reach level 10 of the pet training and veterinarian skills.

Marry a sim with the opposite animal lover trait as you.

Have at least one child.

Complete aspiration.

Generation Five: Time Waits for No One (Seasons)

Playing with cats and dogs in your childhood was fun but you believe the peaceful life of a gardener is right for you. As a child you joined the scouts group which grew your love of the outdoors. You’re a clumsy, hopeless romantic who wears their heart on their sleeve and during high school you fell head over heels for someone who felt the exact same way as you. Every holiday brought you overwhelming excitement; Love day, Winterfest, Spooky day, New Years day. The happiness of your loved ones brought you joy. As soon as you graduated you married the love of your life. You were comfortable in your relationship and knowing that your children will grow up in a good home. Everything was just right.

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist OR The Curator OR Angling Ace.

Traits: Loves outdoors, Romantic, Clumsy.

Career: Gardener

Rules:

Become a scout as a child and collect every badge.

Be in a romantic relationship with someone throughout high school.

Enjoy every holiday to its fullest (complete all objectives).

Marry your high school sweetheart as soon as you graduate high school.

Join and reach level 10 of the Gardener career.

Reach level 10 of the flower arrangement and gardening skills.

Complete chosen aspiration.

Maintain a small garden for your entire lifetime.

Have two biological children and one adopted child.

Build a greenhouse in your backyard.

Generation Six: Living in the Lap of Luxury (Get Famous)

Your parents believed the quiet life was the life for you all- four walls full of memories and a home-cooked meal to come home to at the end of the day. Yet, that never seemed to be enough for you, always longing for more- a life outside of your comfortable four walls. Your dream was to make it big in the world... to be a star! As a child you begged to your parents to enrol you in acting classes which of course they agreed to because all they wanted for their babies was to achieve their dreams. As you got older you knew that your acting capabilities would be adored outside of these acting classes and ventured to Del Sol Valley! You'd known all of your life that you'd be a shining star and made it your mission to show the world your talent.

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity OR Master Actor.

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Outgoing, Jealous.

Career: Actor

Rules:

Join the drama club as a child and achieve level four in the activity before aging up into a young adult.

Be close with your siblings.

Move to Del Sol Valley once you become a young adult.

Master the acting, media production and one of your chosen skills.

Become a global superstar (level 5 celebrity).

Acquire at least two quirks.

Join and master the actor career.

Join your sim to every acting gig they get.

Have 5 celebrity friends.

Create a streaming account once you are a two-star celebrity and begin creating content.

Have one child with one of your co-stars.

Have a celebrity perk for every celebrity star you have.

Gen 7: Island Living

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Be close with and live with your grandparents in Sulani.

Gen 8: Discover University

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Gen 9: Eco Lifestyle

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Gen 10: Snowy Escape

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Gen 11: Cottage Living

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Gen 12: High School Years

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Gen 13: Growing Together

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Gen 14: Horse Ranch

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Gen 15: For Rent

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peppermintlark · 2 years

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I’m not the most creative with WIP asks but mhm… what’s your favorite worldbuilding fact/aspect you’ve created for your current story? How and why did you choose the names you did for the characters in that story? :0

So my favorite worldbuilding aspect is actually the surname naming conventions in Adrift! Here’s a little bit of the lore for how surnames work in the area of Lumistrand where Adrift takes place (under the cut bc it got a bit long):

A family gets to choose their surname

If you leave one family, you can change your surname to better suit that new family

Nobles tend to put more stock in the importance of blood family, but outside of nobility, this region puts a lot of stock in the importance of choosing your family

Your chosen family group can have a surname together!

Nobles get to use different elements in their surnames than non-nobility

There is a ceremony traditionally done to change one’s surname. It is a secular ceremony, but it can be made religious.

Nobles are allowed to use elements of ocean, sea, and sky words in their surnames. Examples:

Wave

Breeze

Cove

Moon

Nimbus

Aurora

Non-nobles are allowed to use elements of earth and stone words in their surnames. Examples:

Clay

Stone

Basalt

Flint

Chalk

Silt

How the naming ceremonies work:

One candle is lit for each family member being named

The old surnames, if there are any, are written in sand. The names are thanked for their time in the family members’ lives. Water is poured over the sand to wash away the old names. The family members drink whatever water is left.

A fruit—usually a segmented fruit, like an orange—is split into pieces. Each family member feeds a piece of that fruit to each other member of the family. If the family is larger, they will acquire multiple fruits to accommodate.

This is both a ritual of bonding and a ritual of cleansing.

The new name is carved into a stone or wooden plaque, depending on what the family can afford. Sometimes, the plaque is made ahead of the ceremony. Other times, the carving of the plaque is part of the ceremony. The plaque will hang in a prominent place in the family home.

The family feasts and makes merry until the candles all burn down. Once they have burned down, the wax is poured in pools onto the corners of the name plaque. This closes the ceremony, and the family officially has a new surname.

Notes:

If the family has a little extra money, they will get special candles made for the occasion! Each candle will be personalized to a family member using scented oils and herbs.

The word “family” here does not necessarily mean blood relations. It can also mean found family, newly married partners, etc.

If the family is religious, they may have a religious figure, such as a prophet of their chosen deity, oversee the ceremony. However, the ceremony is, in general, secular.

As far as how the main four characters were named:

Florence (he/him) was named that partially because Vibes, and partially because I thought Flor was a cute nickname! Like, Florence just sounds like a gay prince name

I named Persimmon (he/they) after reading a story about how there was apparently this folk story that if you ate a certain number of unripe persimmons over the course of a week (I think?) your gender would change, and I was like. Yeah, I’ll name a character after the Fruit of Trans Your Gender

Hawthorne (she/they) was named for the magical properties of the hawthorn plant, but I...forget what those are.

Mariposa (she/her) was named for her fighting style, which resembles the movement of a butterfly!

Thank you SO much for the ask, Waya!! It certainly got a bit long sghdfugh I hope you enjoy!!

#adrift #from the lark themself #asks

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offkeyed-reason · 5 months

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....time to expand on thunderclan's mildly outdated, and very shunned by the other clans' tradition. (for everyone that's new here it's child brides as incest prevention.) ...at least in regards to flaming wishes.

(once again, i'd like to recommend that people block the tag ❀ flaming wishes ❀ for their comfort. it's probably going to be filled with darker themes than most warrior cats content will go into and frankly it's a wip and i have no idea what i'll stuff into it yet. this is just a courtesy warning cause i don't know where this fucking ride's going.)

if a leader wants to instate arranged matehoods, it's heavily recommended they lead by example and take an arranged mate themselves. this can be done at any point in a leader's reign, but an arranged mate has to be a cat that no one has seen the leader spend much time with. naturally, this typically results in cats who are born during the leader's reign.

from seedstar (two leaders before oakstar) all the way to sunstar (for canon compliance), we know for certain that thunderclan leaders instated this tradition. there's a handful of cats who can be traced back to these leaders, which gives them a surprising amount of influence in the clan.

after the mapleshade incident, families are tracked through mothers, though leaderkin is tracked differently.

littlestep's mother, deerdapple, is the daughter of tinysong, the daughter of seedstar. (how my family tree pans out has littlestep as the father of willow-, spotted-, red- so they're reasonably influential kitties. willow's kits won't have the influence of seedstar's lineage as a great-great-great-great grandparent isn't worth remembering.

additionally, leopardfoot's mother swiftbreeze is hollypelt's -- from deerdapple's first litter -- daughter. this technically gives tigerclaw two different leader lineages, but he's too far descended from seedstar for it to matter.

speckletail's and whitefern's (one-eye's) mother, raindapple (the rainfur in goosefeather's curse) was thrushtalon (hit with the lady beam), daughter of owlstar. this makes goldenflower, lionheart, mousefur, runningwind, and dustbreeze pretty influential.

the simplest one is one that canon's already sorted out for us! oakstar's the father of pinestar, who's the father of tigerclaw! granted... pinestar fucking off has completely tanked tiger's and leopardfoot's reputations, to the point where tiger has tried to completely ignore his father's existence and try and coast off of oakstar's existence. this fails for the mapleshade incident.

weedwhisker is doestar's son! doestar, who kept getting unlucky with her chosen mate dying during her short leadership (starclan was very pissed with the whole mapleshade thing and refused to give her nine lives) got desperate and chose both heronwing and rabbitstep, poppydawn's littermates. neither one really claimed parentage over weedkit, but thunderclan knows it was one of them.

frostfur and brindleface are weedwhisker's kits!

longtail is sunstar's son! sunstar died before longkit was apprenticed, but because he's a leader's son, that makes him extra important! his sister, cherrybranch, is also important, but she wasn't spoiled nearly as much as longkit.

...as for thistlestar's legacy, well everyone knows whitestorm is his from a previous mateship, but for some reason the older cats don't question it when thistlestar arranges mateships for his acquired clanmates...

#❀ kittycolonies ❀#❀ flaming wishes ❀

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the-undertale-mouse · 2 years

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Ask Frisk and Company Index

A friendly tool for navigation because the blog is huge and while they organized it chronologically, tumblr makes it hard to work on mobile. they used to have other links on their header but i think tumblr broke them. and scrolling either from the beginning or the latest to any point in the middle is a lot of work! (wip because this blog is very long!) CatBird (CB) and Miamouse (mm) dubs included!

The Beginning 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 IT STARTS (CB), You Started an Ask Blog (mm), 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, THE TALK (CB), 15, 16, Beware the Man Behind the Couch (mm), 17, 18, 19, FRISKY MONSTERS (CB), 20, 21, Love Trouble (mm), 22, MASTER OF ROMANCE (CB), 23, 24, OMG YOU’RE LIKE TOTALLY OUR OPT (CB), Return of the Flirt Master (mm),

Red Echoes 25, 26, RETURN OF THE FALLEN (CB), 27, 28, Your Very Best Enemy (mm) 29, 30, END OF DETERMINATION (CB), 31, 32, Myths and Mystery (mm), 33, ONE JOB (CB), 34, 35, 36, 37, CHARA STRIKES(CB), 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, Hostile Takeover (mm), 43, MK HAS ACQUIRED A BEA(CB), 44, 45, 46, LAMENTATIONS (CB), 47, 48, 49, Dodging Fate (mm), 50, 51, THE TRUTH IS REVEALED (CB), 52, 53, Not Easy to Kill (mm), HARD TO KILL (CB), 54, 55, HOW TORIEL GOT HER GROOVE BACK (CB FIRST PART IS DUB ONLY), 56, 57, 58, SINS OF THE FATHER (CB), 59, Gaster’s Darkness (mm), 60, 61, SWAN DIVE! (CB), 62, 63, Frisk’s Confession (mm), 64, DON’T GIVE UP(CB), 65 [Meme Lord!], 66, 67, 68, 69, IF YOU MEME IT, HE WILL COME (CB), Rise of the Meme Lord (mm), 70, 71, A PAINFUL METAPHORE (CB), 72, 73, 74, Self-Sustaining Tornado of Feels (mm), NEVER AGAIN (CB), 75, 76, ORANGE SCENTED ERRORS (CB), 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, AN ENDING? (CB), Soul Searching (mm)

THE MULTI-VERSE (CB)

Man Who Speaks in Hands Guide

Just before the crossover: M138, M139, M140, M141, M142, M143, M144, M145, M146, M147, M148,

Sweet Dreams and Nicecreams 82, 83, M150 M151,M152, M153, M154, M155, M156, 84, 85, 86, SEXY BURGER DREAMS (CB), 87, M157, M158, 88, M159, 89, SPONTANIOUS NICECREAM (CB), 90, Sweet Dreams and Nicecreams (mm), 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, MEETING THEIR MATCH (CB), 96, 97, M160, M161, M162, M163, M164, M165, Dark, Darker, Yet Darker (mm), SECRETS SPAGHETTI & SHORTCUTS (CB), M166 98, 99, 100, 101, A FISH WEARS A BRA (CB), 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, BURGERS AND NICECREAM (CB), 108, M166 Forget Me Not (mm), NOT AGAIN! (CB), 109, 110, 111, 112, M168, M169, M170, M171, M172, M173, M174, M175, M176, M177, M178, M179, M180, M181, M182, 113, I FEEL ANGRY! (CB), Gilded Tears (mm), M183, M184, 114, M185, 115, M186, M187 116, 117, HERMANN’S NEW HIT SINGLE (CB), Un Gooping the Goopster (mm) M188, M189, M190, M191, M192, M193, M194, 118, 119, 120, DON’T DO THE THING! (CB), 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, All’s Fab in Love and Science (mm), SUCH SWEETHEARTS (CB), 127, 128, M196, 129, 130, TEXTING TROUBLES (CB), 131, 132, 133, 134, 135, SHE’S AWAKE (CB), 136, M197, M201, 137, 138, M 203, Never Gonna Give You Up! (mm), 139, M 204, M 205, 140, 141, 142, GOTTA MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND (CB), 143, M198, M199, M200, 144, 145, 146, THE MOTHER REMEMBERS(CB), 147, Some Complex feelings (mm), 148, 149, 150, 151, M 202, M 206, M 207 CHOCOLATE HEALS ALL (CB), A Nicecream Miracle (mm), M208, M209, M210, M211, 152, 153, 154, M212 155, BACK WHERE THEY BELONG (CB), Goatally Grounded (mm), 156, 157, 158, 159, 160, 161, 162, 163, 164, 165, 166, 167, Sibling Rivalry (mm), 168, 169, TACTICLE SANS INCOMING (CB), 170, 171, 172, 173, 174, 175, 176, 177, 178, 179, PORCELAIN PIGGIES (CB), 180, 181, 182, 183, AN IRREDEEMALE WORLD (CB), Don’t hurt de Pokemans (mm)

Extra Dark Chocolate 184, 185, 186, 187, 188, 189, THE ENIGMATIC STRANGER (CB), 190, 191, 192, 193, 194, 195, 196, 197, 198, Shadows Approaching (mm), “THEY” (CB), 199, 200, 201, 202, 203, 204, 205, UNSPEAKABLE MEDIOCRITY (CB), 206, 207, 208, 209, 210, The Dark Knight and the Sand Guardian (mm),

#ask frisk and company #afac #archive #index #afac dub #miamouse #studio catbird #red echoes #sweet dreams and nicecreams #extra dark chocolate

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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bakugou katsuki alphabet hc’s

a/n: just a little something something for me being swamped with final preparations and my wip being nowhere near completed!!!

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Bakugou is not that affectionate, hate to tell you guys that. He’s a cat through and through. He’s someone who touches you when he wants to, not when you want it. Sometimes it varies, but most of the time it’s him giving you a look, after all, he will never outright tell you to touch him. But you can see it, the slight eyebrow lift, the curl of his lip because you’re not being affectionate with him. It happens both in private and public, but there are moments in private where he just is clingy, not in an overly clingy way, but a: let’s hold hands while being on our phones sorta way.

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

There is not much in this world that will take Bakugou’s breath away. He’s just that sort of guy that even when he’s caught off guard, you will never ever know it explicitly. That being said, there is one thing that does take his breath away. Arguing with him

Now, I'm not talking about crazy psycho bitch arguing where the both of you are going through some world war with each other. I’m talking about an argument where he comes in knowing he’s in the wrong but him not knowing what to do. Argue your side, explain why he’s doing things wrong, how it’s wrong, and how to improve. Taking his insecurities and his inability to do things correctly isn’t something he enjoys being attacked about, but when you take it in, absorb it, and help him it just steals his breath away because holy hell, you respect him, you love him, and he feels the exact same way.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Bakugou does cuddle, but oh boy does it take a long time for him to be able to allow this to happen.

Bakugou is a little spoon. now shut up and listen to why. When your relationship first begins, he is not open to showing his affections, and would turn onto his side before ever asking to hold you. So you have to take it up to yourself to snuggle into his back side, nose buried into his spine. With time, and with Bakugou finally opening up and expressing his feelings, and his ability to be as vulnerable as he can get, most nights it's with him laying his head on your chest, his body draped over yours. He likes this position because he feels like he’s protecting you. if anything happens at night, he’ll be the first to be hit, and that’s all that matters.

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

World domination, easy.

Bakugou isn’t someone who allows for intimate relationships like picking a penny from the penny jar. He is a tiny bit arrogant and thinks he deserves the best, so when he finally chooses you to date there’s a 99% chance it’s ending in marriage. He wants the both of you to succeed.

Whatever it is in life that you want to do, what you dream to do, it automatically becomes his dream too. He’s going to support you and help you get there or his name isn’t Bakugou Katsuki.

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

All things considered, especially what people would most likely think, he puts in a lot of effort.

Again, you aren’t some casual relationship, if he’s dating you that means you’re endgame in his eyes, congrats!

He may be an angry tsundere the entire time, but he remembers everything. Every important date in your life you better remember, because this asshole will then ask you seven years into the relationship about how you remember the outfit you wore on your first kiss and if you say no he’s gonna both yell at you and hold it above your head for all eternity.

He puts in effort!!!!

Sure, sometimes you might not be priority number one, but you never fall off the top ten list and he always makes sure to make it up in some sort of way if you feel negligent because of this.

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Bakugou is someone who talks you through it.

Why are you scared?

Is there something you can do about it?

How can I make it better?

He’s all about prevention, improving, helping. He wants you to feel better and he’s always been better with his words over his actions when it comes to aiding. It’s not to say that he won’t comfort you, because he will definitely touch your head and bring it to rest against his shoulder only after he’s done helping you out. He feels like he can help you through your fears and merely hugging and saying it’ll be better isn’t the way to help.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Bakugou remembers everything about ya, he’s going to get you the gifts you really need.

Yes, need, not want.

Oh you want a whole new makeup collection? Uh no, what you need is a whole new ass vanity and make up organizer because he’s seen those same damn colors you want in your collection but you don’t have shit organized so you don’t know!

Oh you want a new video game? Uh no,,, okay fair, he wants it too, so you both need it for date nights.

Bakugou absolutely hates getting gifts in return, for some reason he thinks its atone to charity work or like guilty gifts. If you want to give him a present, he might allow it, but do not and I mean DO NOT give him a gift for what he gives you (outside of appropriate holidays of course).

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Bakugou hugs you, that’s a given. But how he hugs is pretty dependent on mood and where the two of you are.

When it’s in public he’s a major fan of the one armed hug, the typical “we besties but not like that” hug. Never ever think it’s because he’s embarrassed of you, he’s just… emotionally constipated and he can’t fathom hugging you while everyone watches because he gets nervous. But there are times, in public, where something happens. Something that causes him to worry for you, and he’ll be on you in an instant, his arms slamming you in. One on the small of your back, the other between your shoulder blades. He loves you and only when he’s not in control does he forget his boundaries.

In private though, it’s another story. He’s the person who has their arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his hands holding onto your hips ever so softly. He buries his face into your neck and just breathes. Sometimes he likes to sway with you in his arms, other times he likes to carry you too.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He’s definitely an… acquired taste of romance. Nothing he does is outside the spectrum of what is considered to be romantic! If he had done it with a sugary sweet ‘im so in love with you smile’ no one would say anything, but he does these things in a Bakugou way where people are like: “ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN?!” and then look over at you who’s crying because you think he’s the most romantic person in the world.

Oh he has hella problems, just because you’re it for him doesn’t mean he knows how to behave correctly. He goes through self reflection because of this! He needs to figure out what intimacy means for him, and how to express it to you while also keeping your ideas of intimacy in hand. It always works out though, he will always put together how to make it work.

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Surprise, surprise, Bakugou Katsuki is a jealous man :)

The worst part of Bakugou’s jealousy is that he knows that he has no reason to be jealous. There are only a handful of people Bakugou feel inferior to, like truly and honestly inferior to. He knows he’s not always the best, no matter how hard he tries, but he knows where he lies in the world. So when he sees other people flirting with you he knows right away that there’s no reason to be jealous. But that doesn’t do anything to the instinctive monster in his mind that tells him to murder the random extra for even considering you to be on a level similiar to theirs.

He storms over, fury and murder in his eyes, parking himself right behind you, eyes glaring at the person who is flirting with you because on god he’s not going to say shit until he has to. If the person doesn’t understand that their presence isn’t welcomed, then Bakugou has no issue twirling you where you stand and shoving his tongue in your mouth. In fact most of your public kisses have stemmed from situations like these.

But the dangerous jealousy is the one where you invoke it. The eyes on him the entire time you’re flirting with him, fueling the fires of his jealousy and irateness. There’s nothing stopping him from going over there, but in this? This is a competition for him. Who’s breaking first? He’ll grab someone nearby, eyes on you while he flirts himself. Although it’s not really flirting he can’t understand anything the person he grabbed is saying, he just enjoys the anger in your own eyes until one of you -- most of the time him -- snaps and storms over.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Hohohoho, Bakugou Katsuki is initially the worst kisser in the entire WORLD.

His kiss is like slimey, too much saliva, sweat pouring from his face because he’s nervous. He won’t touch you because if he did he’d leave handprints on your clothes. He clumsily clashes his teeth against yours, and oh god is this the appropriate amount of tongue to use?

Just teach him

Bakugou is a lowkey sucker for kisses, he enjoys nights where you poke him in the face obviously wanting a kiss from him, but he can’t help but make it difficult for you. He’ll face poke after poke until he gets up, face trying to stay angry until you pull him into a kiss. He’s much better at this point, he likes holding your cheek with his right hand, his left hand either grasping your wrist or holding your hand. He’s into the slow and languid kisses, the ones that keep you shut up for moments to come because he enjoys blue balling you.

Bakugou will kiss you every day until the day he dies, even if he’s mad at you or something, no day is passed without a kiss in the morning and at night.

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

Bakugou Katsuki is a hard one for this.

On one hand, I can see him not being the first one to say it. Bakugou being the first to admit to something as deep, as soul revealing as being in love with you? It can happen at anytime during the relationship, but he will first murmur it when he swears you’re asleep, and then again when you ask him.

But on the other hand, I can see him saying it first. Bakugou isn’t an idiot, he knows you won’t say it in case he doesn’t return your feelings, but the thing is Bakugou has been in love for quite some time so he’ll say it out of the blue. Not in the middle of silence but during a conversation that you don’t register until he’s glaring at you for ignoring his statement.

After all, Bakugou doesn’t lose. ;p

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Bakugou isn’t dating you just so he can say he’s dating someone. Hell nah, if he’s dating you like hell he isn’t gonna have you take his last name so he can show you off to the world like some toy he had won. It’s not done in a bad way, just a smug ‘I married the best person in the world’ sorta way.

Bakugou is a small and intimate most likely modern sort of party. There is no free bar, like hell he’s going to let people get wasted through his money on his day. But it definitely becomes his favorite day in the entire year watching you come down the aisle and getting to dance with you.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Bakugou enjoys date nights at home.

He likes coming together with you to prepare dinner, chucking food at each other when someone messes up. Then the food is taken to the living room where he threatens not to mess anything up or feel his wrath. After the threat, you sit between his legs and the two of you go ham on video games or watch a movie.

Other than that he likes amusement parks, museums, hiking, and camping trips!!

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

He will not lie to you to make you feel better. Don’t go to Bakugou expecting a cheerful pick up when you’re in the wrong because he will not allow you to believe that you’re in the moral high ground when you’re wrong. This also means you can’t give him half explained stories, don’t start something with him expecting him to support you when it’s questionable if you’re in the right.

P = Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Oh he definitely is.

Every day comes a new sort of competition, some sort of race where the both of you need to express how the other one is better. Sometimes it seems like a fight match between the two of you, but you both know that it's all fun and games. He respects you and thinks of you highly so will always give it his all. And if he learns how to manipulate your body to get where he wants to be, so be it.

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Bakugou 100% asks for your opinion on things. If he’s sharing his thoughts that means he fully expects your opinion on it and ten reasons as to why you believe it. Your opinion is valued to him and he’s not arrogant enough to forget that your voice matters as well.

And Bakugou will always share his opinion, even sometimes when you don’t ask for it. He’s open and honest and always willing to give you the feedback you need. He respects and loves you too much to let you get away with a lie from him.

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Bakugou isn’t a spontaneous person, but life is just so out of control for him that most things while originally planned, end up being on the spot.

Like oh, our date night at this restaurant we planned was ruined because I had a last second call into the office that I couldn’t say no to, there's this little hole in the wall three blocks away if you want to go there instead?

He likes having an agenda, okay?

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

On his own, Bakugou is a sprawler in his sleep. He turns left and right, flipping under the covers and kicking them off. He warns you of this well before sleeping in the same bed together, but when you finally get the chance to do it, he calms completely. He lays on his stomach, his head pressed into your stomach, an arm securely wrapped around your waist while he remains still at night. He’s a bit of a holder, even if he won’t admit it.

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Bakugou would not even admit to liking you should he not trust you.

Trust is the most important thing to Bakugou, if he can’t trust you then there’s no reason for him to be dating you.

He would willingly let you choose the fate of his life if that was an option.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He’s a complete novice to everything when you date him. You have to teach him a lot of things because he never really grew up with it and well, his parents have a very unique style of love so he thought that you would be dominating in every aspect and he had major qualms about that.

He is also somehow willing to try out everything with you without needing to be asked. So those sexy ballroom tango classes you saw one day? He’ll bitch the entire time before the class but will be the first out of the door to go to these events.

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It takes awhile. While Bakugou trusts you completely, being vulnerable just isn’t him. He doesn’t like being vulnerable, so it takes a lot for him to just… break down and split open showing everything about him to you.

In this state he’s emotional and somehow emotionless. Tears soak his cheeks, his lips red and raw, hoarse voice, thick words. He looks like a mess and you don’t know how to fix it, but you guide him through it. He might not acknowledge how he was in this state later on, but he will thank you quietly one night.

Remind him that it’s okay to be vulnerable, he needs to be reminded.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

He enjoys it when you do any of the boyfriend challenges from tiktok. Oh yes, this boy is well updated with the trending challenges thanks to Kaminari and he just waits around daily to see when or if you’ll do it to him. If not he’ll ask you why you aren’t doing it to him yet, and you just kinda ‘:O you want me to do that?!’

He also is super into spa nights. He will paint your toe nails, massage your body (as long as its reciprocated), and lounging with you with big fluffy towels, eating cucumbers with lemon and chile, and face masks on!

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Bakugou is a scary nurse. He just screams at you the entire time as to how stupid you are for getting injured, but will take care of you perfectly. And don’t you dare smile at him while he fluffs your pillow and make sure you feel 100% okay because he is MAD at you and you can’t be happy because he was scared shitless earlier! Oh yeah and you’re an idiot, and he made the soup slightly warmer than needed because he was so angry so let it cool down before you eat it, unless you want to burn yourself, which wouldn’t surprise him!

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

When you don’t speak up. He doesn’t like it when you hold your opinions to yourself, he finds it aggravating and annoying. Speak up if things bother you, don’t be spineless especially around him.

He hates uncleanliness and lack of personal hygiene. Brush your teeth every day, shower when you need to! CLEAN YOUR DAMN ROOM!

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Bakugou Katsuki is in fact a passionate boyfriend, he just has his unique ways of showing it. He never wants you to feel like he doesn’t love you, or doesn’t feel so deeply about this relationship because he would damn the entire world for you. And yeah, he likes and wants the passion, but give him some time to be comfortable and adjust to your ideals of it!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bakugou cums for the final time and he’s a panting shaking mess for a few minutes afterwards. He lays there in the cum, sweat, and other fluids while looking you in the eyes, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and love. He’ll press a kiss to whatever’s nearest before pushing off the bed to grab towels. He cleans himself off, and depending on how you’re doing will either clean you off or make you clean yourself off. Sometimes he takes you to bathe and other times he says goodnight, wraps you in your typical sleeping position and knocks out.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bakugou's favorite body part of his (outside his cock) is definitely his arms and his shoulders. He’s got powerful arms and shoulders, they’re wide, sturdy, and thick. They look good, they’ve always looked good. But they look so much better with your desperate hands clinging onto his shoulders like some lifeline, his skin permanently scarred from your raking fingers when you cry his name… oh yeah, its definitely that.

Bakugou is a cultured man who loves tits, ass, and thighs equally. He loves seeing your breasts squeezing around his cock as he’s strapped to the bed, your mouth in a sly smirk because you won’t suck him off. Your ass? He really fucking loves slapping your ass as you lay against his lap, counting the number of spanks he’s given you. He loves how soft and how much it bounces with every smack. And your thighs? He loves when you’re riding his face or the way they tighten so powerfully around his waist.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Bakugou’s cum is as good as cum gets, if you ignore the weird spicy aftertaste to them on the occasions he eats spicy food. He loves having it splattered against your face, the thick milky liquid just dripping from your face while you look up at him with shining eyes. He also admits to enjoying kissing you after oral sex, the taste of intermixing cum and spit overwhelming him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bakugou is a panty thief, well really, anything he can get his hands on (even when you’re dating). He enjoys seeing you wandering around the room without your matching panty or bra, desperately trying to find the other set. It’s most definitely in his pocket at the time you can’t seem to find it, the fabric running between his fingers while telling you to just wear a mismatched one because he’s the only one gonna be seeing it anyways. Who you trying to impress???

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU VIRGIN BAKUGOU

He does not know what he’s doing, but he’s a fast adapter. He’ll be a complete booty for the first round and you can laugh for ages about it, but afterwards he’ll know what works and what doesn’t -- though sometimes…. Lol nvm

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Anything that shows off his strength.

Against the wall, wheelbarrow, anything, anything, anything that can show he’s sooo much stronger.

He also likes missionary too, he’s just the type okay??? Plus perfect access to his shoulders.

Reverse cowgirl.

Doggy style.

Anything where you’re pressed chest to chest, it just brings up the level of intimacy for Bakugou.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

This is serious.

Bakugou isn’t a joking person to begin with, and he doesn’t magically evolve a humor boner while he’s slamming into you.

I mean sure, the two of you can breathlessly laugh at things, but it’s not because you’re exchanging jokes -- you tried once and he just sorta… glared at you. If he wanted to laugh during sex he would rather die, this is serious to him, so be serious too.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His pubes are darker than his hair, but they’re in the same blond family.

They are also very well-groomed. He thought it was appropriate to make sure he wasn’t a wild untame bush before fucking you because he wasn’t sure how you liked it. He also likes it well groomed because less chaffing in his costume.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bakugou is someone who thinks highly of sex, so he is 100% focused in on it while fucking you. There’s nothing on his mind except getting you to cum a big scream of his name. At times he can be romantic, he’s done the flowers on the bed before and thought it was completely fucking stupid. You know he loves you so, and if he loves you dearly why does he have to change the way he behaves during sex?

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Bakugou is an angry masturbator.

It was a great way to find release before you, long days at work crumbling over the second he was in the shower. But when the two of you finally do start dating and having sex he believes that it’s best to masturbate when the two of you aren’t in contact.

He unashamedly will call you and tell you talk, jacking off to the sound of you telling him about your day, unaware of what he was doing.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Switch - Bakugou will sub or dub

Brat - when Bakugou is a sub, be ready to tame him at all costs. He’s not an easy sub to handle before being tamed, but once you have him, he’s easy.

Degradation - he enjoys it both ways, he likes hearing his natural language bleed into the bedroom and seeing how it finally gets to you in a way that benefits him. But he also enjoys hearing the curse words used against him, done in the same manner and tenor only someone who knew everything about him could do.

Spanking/hitting - Its a time he can use his quirk, he enjoys seeing your bruised skin burning in ways that have you panting for more.

Sensory deprivation - forcing you to succumb to him entire, trusting that he does whats best is a head rush to him.

Sounding - ...he’s a bit of a masochist.

Biting/marking - he likes making sure everyone knows you belong to someone

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Dining room table.

Hallways before the room.

The bed.

Midoriya’s bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Good god, just stroke this man's ego and his boner will be flying sky high.

Gently run your fingers against his shoulder, whisper into his left ear while talking about trivial things, whatever you do, don’t let it on that you’re horny. Scrape your fingers against the nape of his neck, lips brushing against his raising skin.

This man is head over heels for you, and when you are so comfortable you are your true self around him (including wearing any sort of lingerie in the colors black, orange, or geen ((bonus points if its inspired from his hero costume))) he’ll be ready to bounce.

Calling him your hero.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Whining.

Do not whine.

Now I don’t mean in a ‘you whined for his cock while he pulled away from your shuddering hole, you wanted him more’ but more like a ‘Katsuki please fuck me!!! You haven’t fucked me in so long and I need you cockkkkk!’ sorta way.

Its pathetic, he fucks you enough, stop that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Short kings like Bakugou have to be good at eating out, it’s the law, congratulations.

He grows to be good at it, and loves to have you writhing in his arms, or better yet, have your fingers yanking at his scalp while you ride his face.

He kinda gets overwhelmed when you suck him off, years of screaming suck my cock just sort of desensitized him to the power behind the words, especially when its your mouth around his aching leaking cock. He loves having you meet his eyes, the threat of what’s to come if you look away bubbling in his veins while he presses his fingers to your throat, to feel his cock stretching that out

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

You guessed it, he’s a middle kinda man.

He spans on both ends, most of the time leaning towards the fast and rough sex because that’s his personality, but there are more than enough times where its slow and sensual that you remember.

He enjoys having you crying out a lot, sure, but there's more than enough instances where he enjoys having you pressing gently into the bed, fingers grasping your waist, cock pushing into you just enough to create the friction that you crave. Your fluttering eyes, soundless gasps, and sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.

Yup, yup, he likes that so much better but won’t admit it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t enjoy quickies, he feels like they’re half-assed versions of sex, sure, its exhilarating to see how fast you can possibly make each other cum, but it’s not as fun. Not enough moaning, contact, or pleasure that presents itself in quickies as a proper sex session gives.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Bakugou doesn’t mind experimenting, he’s super big on the ‘try it once to see if you like it, go on from there’ sort of mentality so he’s tried it all. Something are a bit of a long term discussion, anything ass play took some time for him to consider, and then allow you to try out in bed. But he does try anything you’re up for as long as you give the same energy back about the things he wants to try.

Risks… depends on what you consider to be a risk.

Fucking in public? Hell no, Bakugou aint gonna fuck you in public, risking his reputation and yours, just so you can milk him of his seed.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Stamina for fucking days son.

One round is a warm up for him. He’s used to sweating, used to fighting with every ounce of energy in his body for up to thirty minutes and walking away without so much as a sore shoulder. Fucking you is like a typical patrol without villains for him. He can go plenty upon plenty of rounds. Although, he is pretty easy to make cum.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys were sort of a weird subject to bring in, only because Bakugou insisted that he could do everything that a toy could do and better. After a month of arguing that no, he could not do what a toy could do, you finally caved and went to a sex shop.

He was mistaken, he can’t do everythiing a toy can do, and good god do you guys own literally everything on the planet.

Toys are meant to be shared, even Bakugou isn’t that stingy to implement that!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bakugou hates hates hates being on the receiving end of teasing. Okay, ‘not like don’t ever do it’ hate it but in a ‘i hate what it does to me’ hate it. He hates feeling inferior, on his knees begging for you to do something more than just teasing while his cock throbs on his stomach.

But oh does he love teasing. His thumb pressing down on your bottom lip, watching while your eyes are hazy in need, babbling words pouring from your mouth while he teases the shit out of you until finally giving you what you need, what you want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bakugou is not quiet outside of the bed, and he is definitely not quiet in bed.

He’s definitely someone who makes the rougher noises in bed, the throaty growls, puffing breathes. He’ll moan in your ear, growl by your throat, hiss against your skin. He makes every noise in the world he isn’t afraid of shit. He feels good and the entire fucking world will know if he has to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Bakugou is a bit of a masochist, like a slight, slight masochist.

He enjoys when you're sadistic with him, pulling his hair, and sounding. Tear at his skin, make him bleed, make him beg. He’s a hero because he can stand back up even after being hit, he must like it just the tiniest bit.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Six inches soft, seven inches hard. Thickiest fucking dick you’ve seen though, that shit be like |||| thiccc ya feel? Curves upwards, and lots of veins on dat bitch.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Definitely not as high as everyone wants it to be.

His sex drive is actually pretty average, not too high, not too low. He does get horny pretty quickly because you know how to work him, but he doesn’t walk around being half hard all the time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Bakugou is most definitely asleep five minutes after climaxing. Most fuck sessions happen after dark so it works out just fine. In the rare times it happens in public, or in the morning he won’t fall asleep but he’s a bit spacey for about thirty minutes.

#bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha x reader

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saintlethanavir · 3 years

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Post ME3 Fic WIP!

Full WIP is on p/treon!

I finished ME3 on call with @thecoffeerain so i was possessed to begin a sorta fic about after the end. We chose Synthesis as an ending (synthetic and organic life melds) and my oc Castor (a cousin of the protags in MEA) survived but Charlie’s oc Astrophel Shepard was MIA. This is set a decade after the time of ME3 and they romanced Garrus!

The sounds of pattering feet and shrieks of delight bring Castor out of his funk. Little hands, almost as rough as his, tug at his old leather jacket now covered in small patches and buttons. Two big blue eyes gaze up at him with excitement and wonder while a tiny, squat body wiggles into the space against his side.

“Dad says we’re leavin’ in five minutes! He says we’re all gonna go see the big me!”

Ah right.

Tired as he is — there was barely any sleep to be had on normal days, let alone after nights like the one before — Castor cannot deny his daughter a smile. Who could, after all? Even her chunk of a tail is wagging with excitement. Every atom of her small body simply vibrates with boundless energy. He jokes sometimes that she’s feeding off his life force like a little vampire, to which Garrus shakes his head and snorts.

If she starts growing fangs like a real one let me know. We’ll get caps for them or something.

“Thanks kiddo, why don’t you go put on your coat and tell Dad I’ll be out soon. Gotta send out a message real fast,” he murmurs affectionately, his good hand —the right— patting the top of his daughter's leathery head.

She’s off like a shot in a matter of seconds, again with the patter of tiny feet. It will never cease to amaze Castor how she moves so fast, been like that since infancy. Always raring to go somewhere, meet new people and talk about her life. If the person she cornered knew about the giant lobsters that came out of the sky to eat the people of Earth but her papa’s saved the day!

Most did. They had been evacuated or fought, or both. But they always made time for the darling Krogan daughter of the famous Archangel and Lieutenant T’Eana.

T’Eana-Shepard.

Last nights dream pokes about Castor’s skull with a pointed stick made of growing migraines and eventual nosebleeds. At least it was from stress and thousand times broken nose, not haywire biotics. Though he still had plenty of days where it buzzes sharp beneath his flesh.

No time to think about that right now though. His therapist would be proud of him for not latching onto that spiral, there used to be a time when he would have found comfort in it.

With a grunt and creak of achy joints, Castor moves from his squatting position on the guest room floor to stand and fully face the console before him. A flicker of bright orange numbers and a long scroll of text lights up his pale face, settling over ridges and hard lines of scars acquired almost a decade ago now. Sometimes when he least expects it, Castor can still feel the shrapnel rocket across his cheek. The ringing in his ears never quite went away after that explosion, it’s become more of a comfort now instead of a hinderance at least.

Shaky fingers move about the holographic screen, the pattern muscle memory now. After ten years of punching in codes and swiping away notifications furiously, Castor has come to not expect anything. Still when he comes to the end of the sequence, his torn up hand hovers over the [ SEND MESSAGE ] button. As if those extra seconds will make any difference, that maybe he would call him first and he’d hear the voice he so desperately wishes to hear again. For real. Not just in VI or the vids, even promotional ads….

Inevitably, Castor is always the one to press the button first.

#mass effect #me3 #garrus vakarian #garrus x shepard #mass effect fic #castor t’eana shepard #x: do you want company?

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deiliamedlini · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday

I don’t have any new writing to post, BUT I do have something extra for anyone who read Through Hell or High Water.

I wanted to think about Link’s headspace, so I wrote most of Chapter 3 (aka that banger of a chapter, ahem pun) from his perspective as a way to think about his character and make notes. None of this was ever intended to be published, so it’s rough and the content is just me playing around to figure out how Link’s mind works rather than just Zelda’s, and where they overlap and where they differ, and some of it will probably change, but this is just an experiment that I’m posting for fun, and after *checks watch* um, many months of not posting a chapter, it’s totally allowed!

It’s a big spoiler for Chapter 3, if you didn’t read that and ever plan to, and there’s a bit of his character that hasn’t come up in the main fic yet. It’s also implied nsfw, which I don’t write well so just let me hide from that. It’s also about M rated like the fic, so mind your step! Excuse me while I hit the post button now and run away to work on Chapter 5 again.

This is 7000 words of me thinking about why Pirate Link goes to a brothel. Enjoy.

Link’s hand ghosted over the scar that ran along his face marring his lip and eye, and he shuddered. When he’d still cared about the way he’d looked to others, Ashai had been forward enough with him; it wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d thought. He trusted her, especially since he hadn’t even paid her for her compliment. But sometimes, he still thought about when he’d first received it and even he, battle-hardened as he was, felt his skin crawl at the thought of doing that to someone as young as he’d been.

Daruk had been his guide. He’d taken him on the nearest safe ship to Outset, and found him work on a new crew.

When it was still raw, even months after receiving it, he’d become used to the horrified looks people gave him. He’d even begun to relish it simply becaise it kept people far away from him while he’d begun sorting through his new life, and he needed space to do it.

A scared Hylian boy with a massive personal vendetta and an aversion to socialization didn’t make for the most interesting companion on a tight ship. It was impossible to conceal that he was Hylian, but he’d fabricated the rest of his story: He was a disgruntled apprentice who’d witnessed too much Hylian oppressiveness and longed for the freedom of the sea.

With that story, he finally became a thing of interest: a naïve Hylian boy looking to be educated on the ways of the world.

Daruk showed him around the streets. He taught him simple lessons, lessons about keeping valuables on his hands rather than in his easily picked pockets, and Link had then acquired rings that he didn’t feel like parting with, keeping the gold bands on his fingers instead.

So, as a teenager, he’d slowly become accustomed to his new life, and then began to embrace it all. The Goddess hadn’t punished him, after all. She’d simply entirely forsaken him when she made him suffer through the worst days of his life without any hope for a future worth significantly planning for.

So he was content to indulge his every whim.

He pierced his ears first. It had been stupid, and he’d used a dirty needle, winding him in bed with an infection that nearly took his ears off entirely, burning and red for several weeks. But once it had settled and he’d gone some time with small studs keeping the holes open, he’d found it quite enjoyable to replace the studs with hoops and stoned jewelry that they’d acquired from their plunder.

The next thing he’d done was gotten his first tattoo. In ancient Hylian, he’d gotten the word ‘freedom’ plainly etched in small letters. It was on his arm, and sat lonely around the rest of his clean skin. It was too small, and Link quickly began to fill up the space with several things he’d come to enjoy. Many of them were words, some were simple designs, others were pictures. They grew so many that they’d encroached up his neck, onto his back, onto his chest. He wondered if he should just move to his leg next, because he liked the scarcer look of his other arm, still tattooed, but not nearly as heavily. It was only once he’d filled a full arm that the rest of the crew believed he was starting to adjust to the life of piracy rather than simply dabbling, as many younger runaways and thieves did.

But between that all, he’d given in to the more carnal desires he’d been pushing away for so long as a Hylian boy brought up in the eyes of the Goddess.

He was young when he’d opted for piracy. Far younger than Zelda with her first experience of the forsaken world. So he considered his younger self to be more impressionable and easier swayed in his beliefs than she was. She still fought to please the Goddess. He’d given in and let Her be drowned in the depths of his memories.

He could still remember the first time he’d felt someone take his hand. She had been a merchant who’d comforted him in a moment of his crushing sorrow. She had done nothing else, but he’d flinched away before realizing that was exactly the feeling he needed, and fell into her comforting arms as if she were his mother, because the feeling of having someone hold him up for the first time since he was a child was entirely comforting in a way he’d never known. He realized that in Hyrule, he couldn’t remember holding anyone but his sister on stormy nights when she’d run into his room crying in fear, or when she’d leapt into his arms when she was proud, because Hyrule hadn’t had the chance to groom her into the stone-cold puppet everyone else was just yet.

So this stranger woman selling seashell jewelry held him without a second thought while he broke for the first and only time on Outset.

He wanted more than the comforting arms of a stranger after that.

Daruk had helped him initiate what they all knew would be one of the more awkward experiences of his life, but Daruk took him to the brothel on the interior of the island, and Link had been carefully led by a woman who’s name he couldn’t remember into one of the private rooms.

It hadn’t been more than a few moments before he was shaking from the feel of her hand trailing along his arm, and he’d been left in such an embarrassed state after that she’d decided he wasn’t going to benefit from a slow introduction. She’d stripped herself bare and pushed him back onto the bed before he could make heads or tails of what was happening: thrown into the ocean and told to swim or drown, as it were. And when he was lying back, half dead from the shock of it all when it was over, she’d kissed him.

He’d never been kissed before, and it was with near horror that he realized he’d lost his virginity before having his first kiss.

If the Goddess hadn’t struck him down by then, after all the self-indulgent pleasure, the tattooed and pierced desecration of his body, and the flagrant disregard for all the Goddess’ teachings, he surely would be safe from Her wrath from then on.

Sitting in the tavern now, drink in hand, he thought about Zelda, and how he understood her far more than she realized.

With his eyes closed and his head tilted back, he could see her just in front of him, her eyes narrowed and set into her default glare of indignity as she looked at him. That was the look that he hated on her face. It was the look he remembered and recognized well enough, his own memories burning within his mind, forcing his eyes back open so he could drink again.

He thought back when he and Urbosa had managed to uncover the schedule for The Wanderlust’s crossing thanks to Ashai, and the only information about passengers was that the mission for the ship was to deliver the Governor’s young daughter to him.

Link knew of the Governor and his family. Of course he did. Governor Rhoam Nohansen was a well-known pirate killer. He’d never met the man, yet, nor did he know what he’d looked like. He’d heard that his wife had died and that’s why there was no Governess on Windfall. He’d heard that he had a young daughter. That was all.

So when Zelda and Paya had been dragged before him, he was more than a little surprised to see that the ‘young daughter’ actually meant ‘young woman.’ He’d suspected the blonde to be the girl they wanted. She fought harder, she protected the frightened Paya, and she’d looked him directly in the eye in a way that no servant to a respected lady ever would.

Link took another sip of his drink as he watched Ashai saunter by him, not sparing him a glance, her attention elsewhere. And thoughts of a certain woman on the beach had him too distracted to care.

When they’d been settled aboard The Epona, he’d watched her from a distance. Her fight had drained quickly, replaced by sickness and exhaustion. He knew it was smarter to stay away. To her, he was the monster with a gun to her head, who’d done little more than ripped her from her safe passage home. So, for a time, he didn’t indulge his curiosity about her.

But when he saw her practically passed out, pale and sickly against the rails of the ship, he wanted her spirit back, for her sake if not just his own. Because to be a Hylian on Outset, she’d need to conjure up every ounce of the fight that he’d found so interesting in the first place.

“Mr. Woods?” she’d asked, and he’d hesitated. He’d never told her his name, but she’d retained it from hearing it called. And hearing it in her voice? That was going to be burned into his brain.

Still, she’d tried to project that energy she’d been so full of, but he could almost see her spinning. She was too sick for any real fight. He remembered his first time on a ship, conditions much the same as her own. He felt himself practically dripping pity and empathy for her, but there was nothing he could do but make her as comfortable as possible: food, drink, medicine if they had any left. She looked worse up close with her dark, sleepless circles under her eyes, and her ghostly, clammy skin.

“You can call me Link.”

“I can also call you Mr. Woods.”

She was still in there, and for all his attempts to view her as cargo, he couldn’t. She felt so familiar to him, and yet so different. She wasn’t the same as he was, but he had to admit that he was intrigued just by what he knew of her, of what he’d seen.

It didn’t help that she was simply attractive on top of it.

And while Link could easily say that he found most people attractive in some way, Zelda was in his personal top tier. It made it more difficult to look away, especially when their time at sea had deprived most of the crew of anyone new in the first place.

He’d seen her with Mipha, engaging in small conversations that she looked both hesitant and pleased to engage in. He’d seen her and Paya sitting in the back of the ship.

He’d caught her staring at him.

While he knew she didn’t favor him in any positive way, he hadn’t missed her eyes on him as he’d been working the past few days. He’d burned under her attention like the painful mark left by rays of the stinging sun. He’d seen her eyes lock on his neck, or his arms as he’d pass, possibly on his tattoos specifically. There would be no Hylians she’d ever met in Hyrule proper with any marks on them, and though he was far from the most inked crew, he was the one she knew. He indulged in the selfish feeling of keeping her eyes on him. He’d rolled up his sleeves, and he’d worn looser shirts with low collars. It was all in harmless fun, never even daring to go near her, but making the deliberate adjustment of his shirt when he knew where she was looking. She kept her curious eyes on him—though he admitted she watched the rest of the crew with equal unfamiliar fascination. It didn’t matter. He wanted to enjoy his selfish thoughts to pass the time of the last leg of their trip home.

That’s when his dreams started taking a far less gentlemanly approach.

Outside of his dreams, he was fairly positive that she didn’t realize just how obvious her ‘covert’ glances were or she’d likely have stopped. She wasn’t terribly subtle; questions were written plainly on her face as she stared over Paya’s shoulder to watch Sidon at the wheel, or Daruk carrying an armload of equipment across the deck.

Content knowing that she wasn’t repulsed at the sight of him at the very least (though he knew full well she was appalled by his career, life choices, and likely his personality), he’d gone over to her. Or, well, he’d gone to see Mipha, who was beside Zelda, and he’d indulged in teasing her by grabbing one of the lower ropes and leaned into it. His shirt was already short-sleeved, so the angle offered her his whole arm while his muscles were taut. His shirt lifted slightly, but from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but hold in a chuckle because she didn’t even notice. Her eyes were glued to his arms, and her mouth dropped open slightly. And then he turned to her, letting her know that she’d been scandalously caught in a moment that the Goddess would not approve of.

She’d clearly felt his silent smugness, snapping back at him when he’d said no more than a simple hello. And he couldn’t stop himself from teasing her further. “Goddess, the heat has gotten to you, hasn’t it? Perhaps it’s because you’re wearing that tarp of a dress. I’m sure there’s something else you could wear if you wanted.”

“Are you trying to dress me now, Mr. Woods?”

His mind had a brief moment of failing him. A sudden rush of images barraged his mind, all of her in various states of undress with his assistance in the overall process.

He knew his face had changed, though he’d be surprised if she could read lust in one’s eyes as a properly raised, religious Hylian woman. He didn’t need to work hard to set her off balance because of it though. “I’m actually waiting for Mipha. Do you mind?”

He’d conversed with Mipha about supplies they’d need when they got ashore, and he listened intently to her list, but his ears perked at the harsh sound of a frustrated whisper from Paya’s voice.

“You have been inappropriately staring at the man who has admitted he would have killed me. The man who captured us. The man with the gun on his belt. Remind yourself of that the next time you are lost in his eyes.”

“Paya!”

“If I know, then the Goddess surely knows. And she will only seek more recompense for your actions.”

“I… I can’t help the way my thoughts go. I believe that it’s the Goddess testing me.”

“Then you’re failing.”

“I know.”

Link had frozen. Oh, he was surely doomed now.

He was in his mind, in a world wholly unconnected to reality. Something about being stuck on a ship for months at a time had made him more than a little fixated on the pretty girl on board. At sea, he’d made it a personal rule that the crew was entirely off limits for any trysts or romantic indulgences, especially when his job required total impartiality. What he did on shore with a few of them was an entirely different story. Outset was where they all found themselves able to breathe a sigh of relief, and Link still found himself addicted to the feeling of being with another after all the years of staving off any affection, physical and emotional. And the one time he’d let himself be flooded with familial affection, he’d wound up halfway to piracy. Repressing all of it was still second nature to him when he needed to call it forth.

So, while in his mind, he felt no shame in imagining one of the only two non-crew members casually walking into his room. Maybe he did when he’d open his eyes and see the glare in Zelda’s eyes as she stared at him, but right now, he didn’t care about anything but the real-life satisfaction his indulgent little fantasy would bring him while he was alone in his cabin.

Link knew very little about Zelda, but he knew that she wouldn’t move with the expertise he pictured. The Hylian would definitely not be as forward as she was in his mind. But what the hell did he care when all he needed to do was pretend his hand was hers.

She was tantalizingly close to him, watching him with lusty eyes like that of the brothel workers he’d frequent, but that didn’t quite look right on her, even in his mind. He stared at her, trying to figure out how exactly she would look at him if this situation were ever to happen.

But there was movement off to the side, and Link’s eyes shifted. Someone else in the room with them.

In his mind, he moved fake Zelda off of him as gently as if she were real. Harsh, judgmental blue eyes of an ethereal being glared at him. “Is she just a toy to you? Are you playing with her until you are bored? You have plenty of toys on this island for that. Leave her be.”

And in the next moment, he was sitting up back in his real room, his hand against his chest as he steadied his breathing. He was alone, and now, an absolute mess for all the wrong reasons.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, running his hands along the blanket a few times before tangling them in his hair.

A solid decade of this life still wasn’t enough to completely chase off the Goddess’s chastising voice. She was still an intrusive nuisance, as if she could read his mind and tell him exactly how disgusting he was being. Because that’s what he’d been taught. That’s what all Hylians had drilled into their head to promote their agenda.

His fingers toyed with the chain around his neck, the one with the symbol of the Goddess on it.

No, She wants Her children to be happy, and to find that happiness wherever and whenever they can.

Why was the Goddess here in his dreams, chastising him for his thoughts about Zelda, as if Zelda was the only one he’d ever fantasized about. Was it because she wasn’t a willing participant in his thoughts? No one ever gave permission to be thought about. He’d dreamed of people he’d never even spoken to, just a beautiful face across the room. He’d fantasized about several people, sometimes all at once, entirely against the accepted religious beliefs about the Goddess and romance. He couldn’t control that; and since being on Outset, he never had tried. Why would She expect him to now?

Screw this, he thought as he pulled his things back on. There was work he could focus on instead. They’d be at Outset soon enough.

He continued his tasks with a guilty feeling deep in his gut whenever he looked at her. She was leaning on the rail with Revali beside her, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel a damned thing other than extreme guilt thanks to the Goddess’ untimely intervention in his mind.

He hadn’t made many solid attempts to speak to her, but then again, had she really wanted to? Besides, he was about to be rid of this short-lived fixation. He’d be able to get to shore, distract himself for a while, and come back with a clear head to get his job done. There were more important things to focus on, and getting Zelda home was the first step to accomplishing them.

Link made his way into the launch boat with Sidon as they lowered it down for the others. Mipha bounded over the edge, and Link was half expecting her to dive straight into the water in her excitement, and he chuckled when she rocked the launch with her eager bouncing. A few others joined, but Link wasn’t focused on who they were, instead fixated on the beach and the sand and waiting for the relieving feeling of solid ground beneath his feet. As much as he loved being at sea, this was a homecoming he always looked forward to. He barely cared who else was coming ashore.

Until Zelda appeared over the edge.

She looked down at the rungs she was expected to climb down, and her eyes widened. She pulled away and nervously swayed backwards and then forwards again as she said something.

Revali laughed at her and offered his hand. Zelda shook, and it was as if she hadn’t even noticed Revali was helping her. She grasped his hand, her eyes single-mindedly focused on finding the first rung and then her unsteady footing.

She pushed her large skirt out of the way as she tried to see the next rung down, but it was impossible with her obstructed view. Her grip tightened, and her foot fumbled, causing her to cling tighter to the ladder. Link found himself standing up, ready to move in case she fell. But Mipha started to call out where the rungs were, and Zelda descended much easier.

She’d reached the boat, but her foot swung wildly, looking for the next rung.

Link took a step past Mipha and grabbed Zelda by the waist, gently guiding her down and holding her when she jerked forward from the unexpected movement in the relatively small boat from her additional presence.

When she turned, his hands slid on her waist, and he felt the muscle in his neck twitch. She smiled to herself, a prideful one that nearly brought Link to smile because of it. But her eyes met his, and the smile faded for them both.

He could feel her muscles contract, stiffening in his grip, but not pulling away. And for far longer than necessary, she stayed staring at him.

Link nearly choked in surprise when he realized that her eyes weren’t hostile, but soft. It wasn’t the usual look she gave him, the one where she projected her dislike of breathing the same air as him. It was at least something that said she might be willing to tolerate his presence, which was far more than he’d ever asked for.

“Thank you, Mr. Woods,” she breathed out.

He nodded slowly, and felt her hips jerk to the side, reminding him where his hands were. He dropped them immediately, and stepped aside for her to sit.

“Of course, Miss Nohansen.”

He’d barely noticed that Mipha was calling out the steps for Paya, and he grabbed her when she, too couldn’t find the boat thanks to her skirts.

Her wrist automatically smacked down into his hand with an admittedly stinging amount of force as soon as she was steady. Paya, unlike Zelda, was not tolerating him, and would likely hold his head under the water and watch him drown if she could. They both went to their seats. Link took the oar and tried not to think of Zelda’s soft eyes.

It was exactly what led him to sit in the brothel nursing an ale, thinking back on everything.

“Hey love,” Ashai said, sitting across from him. “You have anything for me?”

“Mission successful,” he said over the rim of his mug.

She grinned at him. “We should celebrate. You don’t look too happy though. What’s wrong? I know that look. You’re not just here to report in on our deal, are you? Looking for more info already? Because I hear that Fyre’s crew is chasing a lead that you can easily catch up with if you’re going to be waiting around for a while. Or are you just pining for someone?”

“Just pining,” he repeated with a snort.

“Oh, pining will do it everytime. Is it a girl? If it is, I can wear a wig for you and you can just have at it. For a price, obviously.”

Link chuckled and looked up, a small grin on his face.

Ashai had been his business partner for many years now. She provided him and the crew with leads on spoils, and he made sure to ferry whoever he could into her attentions, including himself, as well as offering her a share of the profits from the haul she’d led them to. But they’d become fairly good friends over the years, and in a few moments of weakness, she’d become the person who knew the most about his past besides Urbosa. It bothered him. While swords were strong, information was powerful, and she nothing short of well-informed on half the people on the island.

“I was looking to forget her, actually. Is Shad here today?”

“He is.” She reached her hand across the table and grabbed Link’s, toying with his fingers with faux innocence. “But I’ll tell you something; running from your problems never works to keep them away. You’re better off facing them. And I can help with that.”

“You’re just trying to get my money,” he laughed loudly, pulling his hand from hers. “I could always head right back to Sidon. He doesn’t charge.”

“Everyone charges a price, Link. Ours just happens to be in rupees.”

He felt her foot lightly run up his leg until it brushed the side of his thigh. He caught her and stopped her before she could go any higher, and Ashai’s eyes lit up scandalously excited.

“Someone is sensitive today! He’s got it bad, huh?”

Link let her go and she dropped her foot, rolling his eyes before taking another sip of his drink and letting his eyes scan the room to try to find Shad, hoping he wasn’t with someone already. He wasn’t interested in waiting, and when he had the option, he often preferred familiarity over anything. Not that he’d say no if they said Shad wasn’t free but someone else was.

“It’s been a while, okay? I’m just a little… pent up.” He let out a bemused breath at his unintentional word choice.

“Oh, Link, leave this to the experts. You’ll want the room for longer than usual. I’ll help you think about the girl, and Shad will help you forget, and then you get it all. Get it all out of your system now, so you can be completely indifferent when you see the girl again. You’re pent up? You need a release.”

Link bit his lip as he laughed. Sitting back in his chair, he regarded her. It had been a while, and it wasn’t like her idea could hurt. He found himself nodding, digging into his pocket for several rupees. He knew the rates by hand at this point.

While he fished it out, Ashai waved Shad over from the corner of the room, and he appeared behind Link.

Ashai took her share of the rupees and left the rest on the table for Shad.

He pushed his glasses up his nose as he took in how much Link had paid, then massaged his hands over Link’s tense muscles. “It’s been a long time since you were here, Link. I was beginning to think that you’d found yourself a relationship.”

Link scoffed and leaned back into Shad, closing his eyes as his muscles further relaxed, already forgetting half of why he was here. He didn’t care how much of these interactions with Ashai and Shad was an illusion cast in the gleaming reflection of his rupees; right now, it was real and it was what he needed. “Eternally married to the sea, Shad. I’m shocked you remember when I last came.”

“Well, I don’t know what you do when you’re alone, but I never forget my favorite client.”

“I’m sure you say that to everyone,” Link said, standing up and pressing a long kiss on his lips before finishing off the rest of his drink.

“I do. But don’t tell,” Shad winked, grabbing his rupees.

Ashai stood and grabbed Link’s shirt, leading him to the stairs. “You’re on the clock now, Link. Might as well flirt in the privacy of a room instead of out here. Unless you’re into that now, then just let me know and we’ll make it happen.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Oh yeah sure. Maybe we’ll give everyone a show next time. But really, I’m just...”

“Relieving some of that stress?” she offered, pushing him into a room.

“Just that.”

Ashai checked her reflection in the mirror before turning back to Link. “Wig or no?”

Link’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No, no. I thought that was a joke.”

Shad made an intrigued face as he went to the potions on the wall and mixed a few together. “Are we here to make you forget someone?”

“Yes. A blonde!” Ashai laughed, bounding over to Shad to take a glass for herself and one for Link. “Drink it down.”

The potion was a requirement for everyone, a cheap brew that didn’t last long until it wore off, but it was effective in protecting the many partners who entered and exited these rooms. Link didn’t ask how, but with his track record, he was more than grateful someone had concocted it.

Shad tugged Link’s belt. “You just looking to be taken care of, or are you feeling generous too today? How are we playing this?”

Link scoffed and nipped at Shad’s lip, pulling away with a wink. “I’m always generous.”

Ashai laughed and gestured to Shad, and both of them were on Link before he could function. His eyes rolled back, and Link shook his head. “Yeah, maybe not today though,” he managed to breathe.

“Didn’t think so,” Shad chuckled, pushing Link’s jacket off so it fell on the floor.

Ashai snorted as she pulled Link’s belt off, gently setting it on the ground. If there was one thing none of them liked to casually throw around, it was the pirates’ belt of weapons and explosive ammunition. She led them back towards the bed, and she climbed onto the mattress to crawl behind Link, her lips lowering to his neck.

Link was already feeling dizzy under their attention barely a minute into his time, a testament to how badly he needed this. There were days when he’d visit the brothel out of sheer want, and other days when he didn’t realize he practically needed to be here.

It wasn’t long until Link pulled away from both of them and tugged his shirt off, tossing it blindly. He turned to Ashai, his fingers working deftly at the buttons of her blouse while Shad undid his scarf and folded it onto a nearby table before joining them.

Losing track of time was easy. It wasn’t until the three of them were on the bed with Link trying to catch his breath that he pushed his hand through his hair during a brief pause between them all that Link even remembered exactly where he was.

Ashai was playing with Link’s earring, her warm breath in his ear and her hand against his chest. Shad was pressing soft kisses on Link’s skin, until suddenly, they weren’t soft lips but teeth.

Link grinned. “No rest for the wicked, I guess.”

“Not if you want your money’s worth,” Shad said.

After a while, Link was distantly aware of some banging somewhere outside the room, but there were always noises, and he paid it no heed.

It was only when Link was ready to collapse onto the bed beside Ashai, that she put her hand on Link’s chest and let her leg run along the outside of his thigh. “Yes? What is it?” She turned her head, having heard the additional person in the room, and expecting to see the madam of the brothel. But that was not who she saw.

“Oh! You’re not the madam.”

Link’s brain kicked directly into overdrive, waking him up from his delirium to see the intruders in the room.

Revali.

And…

“What the fuck?” he balked, gasping at the sight of Zelda in the room, beyond fiery red with her hands wrung tightly together in the fabric of her dress and her eyes focused hard on something in the ceiling.

“Fuck!” Link hissed multiple times as he pulled himself from Ashai and Shad, wishing that they’d caught him at any other time. The three of them had made a fair mess, and hadn’t really planned for this to be the end of their romp. Link grabbed the rag that was in the water bucket near the bed and promptly cleaned himself off as best he could before handing the rag to Shad.

“Why the fuck did you bring her here?” Link hissed as he scrambled to find his own pants, muttering to himself as he looked in the piles of clothes until he finally found them.

“You’re urgently needed.”

Part of Link tensed in anticipation, waiting. But another part of him stared at Zelda in horror, seeing her in this room. Her shoulders were shaking, and he could see her levels of discomfort had escalated far beyond measurable. Snapping back to Revali, who looked both uncomfortable and bored at the same time, Link hissed, “You couldn’t fucking wait?”

“Not really. Can we speak privately about why I brought her with me?”

He tossed Shad his pants as well. Link dressed wildly in his haste, the pants whipping against the floor several times before he managed to lace them up with his shaking hands.

“I swear to the fucking Goddess, if this isn’t life or death, and you brought her in here as some fucking twisted joke…”

“It’s not a joke. It’s an emergency.”

Link ran his hands through his wild hair several times, groaning as he felt sweat on his hand instead, so his wild sweaty hair was plastered all over his forehead, and he wished he had twine to just tie it up. But that was in his jacket pocket. Across the room.

“Shad?” Link said, watching the man’s eyes turn to him. Though Shad didn’t look embarrassed or panicked, he did look concerned for whatever this urgent matter was. “You can go,” Link said, nodding to the door.

“I’m sorry,” Shad whispered before pressing his lips to Link’s fiercely punctuating his apology before he cast a glance at Ashai still on the bed, and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Link felt his heart racing, and he glared at Revali. “You can speak in front of Ashai. She knows all about Miss Nohansen.”

At the sound of her name, Zelda inadvertently glanced at him and Ashai. He was still trying to tame his unruly hair, and her eyes were wide as she glanced at Ashai, burning when Zelda noticed that she still hadn’t bothered to get dressed and Link was still only halfway to decent.

Ashai grinned and grabbed a sheer robe, one that did very little for modesty except for the patterns that were over the fabric that made it slightly harder to see through, and strode over to Zelda as she tied it.

“I can tell you’re Hylian. No one here would bat an eye at what you just saw. You can look down now. We’re all covered here.”

She touched Zelda’s arm, but Zelda flinched away. Link was almost shocked she didn’t use the knife that was clutched in her hand to force Ashai to step away.

Link was going to say something, tell Ashai to back off, or to implore her to remember just how sheltered Hylians were and just how traumatic this would be for a devout follower.

But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to that effect. If Revali was telling the truth, there was a bigger situation to address than Zelda’s comfort. “Were you seen with her?”

“Yes, but it’s far less attention than she brought on the beach.”

“Fuck. What happened?” Link asked as he looked around for his bandanna to take care of his hair, but he remembered it was with some of his things he’d abandoned on shore at camp.

“Someone ran their mouth. Said we have a governor’s daughter with us, and that the ransom was going to be worth all our weight in rupees. So I got her off the beach before anyone could get a better look at her or think to act.”

Link froze, dumbstruck. His eyes narrowed, his fist clenched. He was going to have some serious words with whoever it ended up being. Words, or more likely, fists.

“Who was it?” Ashai asked, hastily rushing to the window, as if she could see the crew lined up before her. “Who was stupid enough to tell another crew that you have precious cargo, and cargo that is an easily manipulated, fragile, frightened girl.”

Both Link and Zelda’s eyes snapped to Ashai. She didn’t seem like she was intentionally insulting Zelda. She had nothing to gain. It almost sounded like she was simply stating a fact, just in the rudest possible way.

“I don’t know who it was yet,” Revali said hesitantly. “I was more concerned with getting her out of there before anyone got any ideas. I told Mipha to watch her lady there. And Captain went home for a visit, so it’s on you Link. You had your quick fuck, now get back and deal with this.”

He turned towards Revali, taking a few steps towards his crewmate. “’Deal with this?’ I left you in charge for a few fuckin’ hours and you let everything go to shit! This isn’t my fucking mess, it’s yours.”

Link was breathing heavily, still reeling.

The vein in Revali’s neck was bulging. “My mess? Well excuse me, Mr. Quartermaster, I’ll do your job and you keep your fucking title.”

“Maybe if the crew had voted for you, you’d have the damn title. But they wanted me, didn’t they?”

“At least I wouldn’t be fucking some prostitutes while we have valuable cargo with us.”

“You think I don’t know how to do my fucking job?”

“Yeah, that’s right. And I think I could do it a thousand times better.”

“Then why are you here crawling to me for help?”

“Despite what everyone thinks, I can’t do everything myself. I can’t defend a helpless Hylian girl and fight off several crews on my own.”

“Defenseless? Looks like you armed her,” Link said, turning to Zelda finally. She looked as uncomfortable and nervous as he expected, a familiar knife tight in her hands. She was watching him, but couldn’t hold his gaze when his eyes met hers. So, he turned his attention back to Revali. “Couldn’t arm our crew? Was that what you failed to do?”

“You seriously think it’s my fucking job t watch you and Captain fail to be there for our crew?”

“Do you think I’m a sand flea? I don’t live on that fucking beach, and neither does Urbosa! This arrangement has never been a problem with you before until we gave you someone to watch. What, can’t handle two girls at once?”

“You’re so busy with—"

“Oh please, shut up!” Ashai said, crossing the room. She held her hand out to Revali and pushed Link back by his chest. Link took several steps back with her, knowing that a fist fight with Revali was probably the wrong solution to this problem anyway.

“Go take care of whatever it is. I’ll keep an eye on the girl while you do,” Ashai said, letting Link go and getting comfortable on the bed, crossing her long, exposed legs.

Link gave her a look before crossing the room to Zelda, leaning on the desk with all his things. He watched Zelda squirm for a moment, acutely aware that his eyes were on her, but unable to meet them herself.

Until he spoke, that is.

“Miss Nohansen?”

“What?” Zelda snapped, her voice cracking as she turned to him. Her hair whipped around as if she were in the wind, and she glared at him, challenging him to answer her.

But her eyes watered and shook, and soon, her expression melted until she was entirely looking away in shame or embarrassment. Or both.

Are you okay? It would have been such a stupid question. And while he wanted to make sure she was, he knew that she distinctly wasn’t.

“Never mind.”

He realized that he was still in nothing but his pants, and he began to gather his things. He grabbed his shirt and threw that on immediately, and then his belt, his effects, and then his jacket before sitting on the bed to pull his boots on.

He couldn’t look at Zelda. There was a shame burning within himself at the thought that he’d been caught by her, of all people. That the Goddess really was still poking her head into uncalled for situations. She’d seen into Link’s mind, into his private thoughts, and she’d sought to punish him for it.

Hyrule still had its claws in him after all, as everything he believed about the Goddess was wiped clean with this simple act. By this one girl walking into the room. He’d deal with his morals later, though, when he had time to figure out why the fuck this was happening to him, and why She was so intent on creeping back into his thoughts after all these years of being able to ignore Her disapproval.

“Okay, let’s go,” Link said, brushing past her, waiting by the door.

Zelda glanced pleadingly at Revali, though he shook his head. “You’re safer here. Besides, she’s got as much to lose as we do if you’re harmed or taken. She’ll protect you. Keep the knife, if you’re so nervous.”

“You want me to pretend to be a…” Zelda trailed off, wide eyed and mortified as she stared at Ashai.

Ashai smiled and shrugged. “If you want.”

Link shot her a disapproving look.

“Just don’t leave this room and you’ll be fine,” Revali said.

“We’ll be back soon,” Link promised before he and Revali headed out the door.

#wip wednesday #legend of zelda #loz au #pirate au #link #zelda #zelink if you're squinting #Link and everyone else if you're not #link is a very conflicted character #there’s a banned tag but you’ll understand what it is #because there's a brothel and we know what happens in brothels #mind the fic's tags basically if you read this #writing

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sternguard77 · 3 years

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Been working more on my Death Guard as I’m really close to having my army built and updated for 9th Ed. Which will be nice for when things open up and I’ll be able to get a game in at last. Thankfully I already had a lot built for 8th so its just been getting a couple of units built and regeared to work better for 9th rules.

The most ambitious project amongst the new additions have to be my Blightlords and Lord of Virulence I’ve managed to slap together. They’re a WIP but I’ve got some key alterations done. The core of the unit is an OOP easy-build Blightlords kit (Easy to Build: Lord Felthius and the Tainted Cohort). Two of them are fine as is but the Lord himself I’ve turned into a LoV by swapping the Plague Spewer arm from one of the Terminators. As well I added a spare fist from my Plague Marine kit to serve as his Plague Claw.

I also had an old Typhus lying around and figured with the new model out it’d be safe to convert the old shortstack into a plague flail for some melee power. And for the former plague spewer I scrounged up some bits on Ebay for an extra combi bolter arm and axe. I still need to get these guys together but they should come together without much fuss.

But even once they’re done, I’d be one man short of a basic squad with Felthius off on HQ duty. So I acquired a suitable body from a Forge World Dark Angels HQ

A bit of scouting the bitz box, cutting and green stuff later and I got a suitable addition to the squad.

I think it came out really well and I’m quite proud of how cleanly the model ended up coming together.

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #chaos space marines #death guard #blightlord terminators #conversion #weekly hobby update #Lord of Virulence

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nny11writes · 3 years

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For we will raise you, in safety and peace

Okay, tumblr ate the first attempt at this post, hopefully it doesn’t devour this one as well! Here’s the deal, I can’t seem to figure out a good ending for this fic to save my life and I don’t want it to languish in the pile of unfinished wips. So I’m going to post what I have here on tumblr to at least get it out there somewhere. If anyone has suggestions for an ending I am all ears! HUGE shoutout to @venn364 for helping me figure this fic out to this point and for helping me Horde-ify hush a by baby!

Rating: Teen (for some cursing) Category: F/F/F Relationship(s): Glitradora (Glimmer/Catra/Adora) Characters: Glimmer, Catra, Adora Warnings: None apply, this is a fluff fic Additional Tags: Multiple PoVs, fluff, happy fic, happy ending, crushes, idiots in love, dorks in love, young children, Catra deals with the curse of being cute, Adora is a massive dork but what else is new, Glimmer tries to flex on her crushes by singing, lullaby, hush a by baby, post war, post canon Summary: During the post-war reconstruction of Plumeria, Glimmer volunteers herself and voluntells her crushes to take care of the local children to keep them out from under foot. She just, didn’t expect the Horde to require childcare as part of their regular duties and rotation. Or Three Sapphics watch one another interacting with young children and go, “Well guess I’m somehow more in love, cool cool cool.”

Adora and Catra looked at one another and shrugged. “Yeah okay.”

Glimmer was relieved, don’t get her wrong, but that was…not exactly what she’d expected. “Just like that? That simple?”

It wasn’t like she’d expected them to just hop on board with her, even if she’d wanted this to all pan out.

Catra rolled her eyes, a bit too theatrically thanks, before answering, “Well, I mean, sucks to be doing Cadet chores again, but, whatever. Just a buncha kids.”

“I feel like I’m missing something,” Glimmer grumbled, rubbing a hand at her neck. “You’re not trying to act too cool, and you’re not freaking out enough.”

They shared another confused look before Adora spoke up. “I mean, why would I? We’ve done a bunch of rounds at the Infant Pods, more than our fair share in fact.” That last part she said with a pointed look at her oldest friend.

Catra stretched lazily, “I will not apologize.”

“Point is, we can do this. It’s pretty simple over all, especially with you there as a third!”

Glimmer laughed, “Wait. Hang on, seriously? I’ve never babysat before but you two have?”

“Really? Weird. But, uh, yeah. Everyone in the Horde has some child rearing experience, it’s literally part of your Cadet chores and rotation.”

The galaxy must be on it’s side right now. The Horde, the EVIL Horde, had enforced babysitting chores. “Why?”

Adora shrugged, “Well someone has to make sure they’re clean and fed, doing their homework-”

“Not destroying property or getting in dangerous situations before we could send them to the meat grinder-”

“Keeping them out from underfoot, and getting their energy out too.”

“Also the whole, sometimes babies just die when you don’t, like, hold them enough thing. ...What? Did you think Hordak was at the Pods rocking them to sleep?” Catra laughed.

It certainly was an image. Glimmer giggled as she pictured Hordak overwhelmed by a literal wave of babies. “No, I just never thought about it I guess. You’ll have to teach me.”

They both grinned and Glimmer felt her heart skip a beat. It was, look, don’t judge, it was a really, really good look on them, okay?

It only took a few minutes to arrive at the temporary nursery Perfuma had set up. While Plumeria was still being cleaned up, she’d wanted a safe place for the children to go, and only needed a few extra hands to help as she pulled her subjects to help redesign their homes. Not that she’d put it like that. Something about syncing their harmonies while reconnecting with their innermost roots? The point was that Glimmer had offered to help mostly to help and partially to avoid another extremely long and boring meeting, but one teleporting queen with no childcare experience was not ideal. Perfuma had been the one to suggest Catra and Adora, seeing as the reconstruction really relied more on Perfuma regrowing the homes in this particular space.

So, they were working with what they had. And apparently that meant Horde soldiers. Experienced Horde soldiers who knew what to do with kids. Weird!

When they arrived, it was chaos.

Catra couldn’t help the small grimace she wore, she’d never been fond of IPD. Kids are loud, they don’t have boundaries or respect for other’s boundaries either. She doesn’t know how many times some toddler or Junior Cadet had petted her or pulled her tail and ears with their mysteriously sticky little hands while covered in snot. But she could also say that the one good thing about it was, without fail, some baby was going to think you were the hottest shit ever. And it had done wonders for her low self esteem as a Cadet to know that she’d always collect a gaggle of kids who everyone claimed were impossible to handle doing exactly what she wanted.

It had actually been kind of hilarious out in the Crimson Waste to use some of the tactics she’d learned in the IP against grown gangsters and thugs.

Catra could also say that the very next best thing about it was watching Adora either slowly unravel into a total mess or watching Adora get all the other kids under her thumb. Not that Adora would think of it like that, the goody two shoes, but kids seemed to naturally either love the blonde or desire nothing more than to destroy her.

Especially at the time, Catra could relate.

She was actually kind of interested to do this now just to see Adora go at it again.

And also Glimmer apparently had no experience with kids and Catra would kill to watch that skiff wreck. No, ugh, she had promised to help hadn’t she? Alright, no watching that skiff wreck unless it happened before she could intervene.

She snickered a little as, just like she used to, Adora gave the attention claps that none of these particular kids would know. Embarrassingly, the old rhythm still made Catra’s back straighten a hair just thanks to the amount of times she’d heard it.

Adora’s voice rang loud and clear across the little fenced in area, “Atten-shun!”

The kids mostly stopped, but Catra had a feeling that was due to an adult shouting and not out of their training. Did rebellion kids have training? They had to get some kind of education for sure. Huh. Probably should look into that, like, now that it was post war and all.

“Hello, salutations, and greetings!” Adora started her old spiel as if she’d never stopped, putting on her ‘force captain’ voice which was almost a mockery more than anything else. Not that Adora realized that. “I am Adora, this is Catra, and this is Glimmer. Today we will be watching, caring, sharing, and not botching a wonderful day of enrichment with you. Starting now we will do our very best to educate, captivate, and celebrate without need to castigate! It is time to have fun and run, uh, under the sun! Can I get a hoo-ra?”

The part about their newly acquired sun was a nice touch, Catra mental gave Adora extra points for finally having learned to change it on the fly. Catra weakly lifted a fist to mutter ‘hoo-ra’ with a few confused kids. Oof. Rough, but not unexpected. These ankle biters hadn’t been trained to respond promptly and loudly to Horde commands.

Yet it still had about the same effect. The children were already split down the middle looking at Adora like she was a complete idiot or like she was the best thing ever. Soon more of them would think she was the best thing ever than not, kids loved Adora’s canned speech. It always got a few laughs. Kids were easily entertained by someone clearly putting on a show and rhyming.

Adora put on an over the top look of bewilderment, putting her fists on her hips in some sort of quasi-power pose before asking, “What kind of hoo-ra was that? I want you to shout from deep in your lungs, you won’t sound dumb when it’s all in good fun! Now can I get a HOO-RA?”

Catra gave a slightly more enthusiastic call, and was delighted when Glimmer gamely screamed her head off and then blushed as the kids stared at her, because they had still not shouted. Alright, this had already paid off! Nothing better that watching Glimmer blush like that.

Adora was smiling warmly at the queen, that was always a good look on her. “I SAID HOO-RA!”

This time they managed to get most of the brats on board. A whole army of kids no taller than her waist who were thrilled to scream, a few even did it more than once. It was kind of nostalgic.

“THAT’S what I call a call! I am floored by this horde-” Adora’s eyes widened in panic as she tried to pivot her pre-written speech for a second time. “-o-of wards! Floored! I am floored!”

Aaaand twice was one too many alterations. As much fun as it would be to watch Adora fall apart over it, Catra knew it was mean. And she was trying to, you know, to be less mean.

“Ca-Adora,” wow this was harder than she’d thought. She hadn’t almost called Adora a Cadet in years. “Will be working with any of you who’d like to play a singing and marching game. Line up in front of Adora if you want to join.”

Catra grabbed Glimmer’s hand to pull her forward, which really was only for the benefit of getting to hold Glimmer’s hand. “Anyone who does not want to play a game can join us, we will be taking care of the infants so it’ll be quieter.”

She was not surprised when most of the children flocked to play. There were always a few quiet ones or nervous ones who would hang back, and she was counting on it. Sure enough four kids shuffled their way instead of towards Adora, who was already sorting her little platoon into rank and file, teaching them a quick sound off to learn their names.

Catra motioned between her and Glimmer, “You know our names, what are yours?” The kids shifted awkwardly, looking at one another to start. Catra smirked. “If you don’t want to say I will give you a nickname. For instance, this is now Sparkles.”

Glimmer glared at her, but Catra didn’t stop or let her get a word in edgewise. She pointed at the first kid with glasses, “You can be Specs, short for specification.” A bold faced lie if she’d ever told one. “Stripes, I like your shirt!” Less of a lie. “Flower Power just like Princess Perfuma,” she nodded to the boy with a flower crown. The last kid was nervously shifting hoof to hoof, “And Two Step you got some fancy looking moves.”

“And what do you all think we should call Catra?” Glimmer asked, grinning evilly, as if the kids wouldn’t just suggest kitty or fluffy or whiskers. Maybe tails if someone was feeling creative.

“Kitty!”

Catra chuckled, it was like clockwork. “How about Big Cat? It’s cooler than Kitty!” They nodded gamely to the change. “Cool. Now, does anyone want to help me with the babies? We just need to hold them.”

That was how Catra found herself leaning back against a tree with an infant sleeping on her chest after she’d situated Glimmer and the quartet. All while snickering at some of the concerned looks being shot their way as Adora got the platoon marching and singing. If they weren’t gonna get their asses in gear to manage all the hyper kids, then they could suck it up. Besides, it wasn’t even that intense of a song.

“I think that learning is cool!” The kids echoed after Adora. “Which is why I will stay in school!”

It was schlocky and dorky, if she’d been over there she’d have died of embarrassment already.

Still, Catra couldn’t help but melt a little as Adora exaggerated a high march and then kids behind her did basically whatever they wanted as she marched them around the nursery. It was nice. Even if it made Adora look really dumb, it also made her look happy. Something Catra hadn’t seen a lot of from her in years. Oh no, she was getting mushy about this now?

Disgusting. She needed a distraction stat.

“Anyone have a good story?” Catra asked and after a beat of silence, promptly ignored the kids as they started almost talking over each other to tell something about their day or who knows what. Thankfully Glimmer seemed interested even if a little stiff and awkward. Catra was grateful that her fur hid a sudden blush as she watched Glimmer holding a baby and being enthusiastically engaged in the kids' stories.

Wow.

She gets away from the Horde for less than a year, and now she’s getting sappy over Sparkles.

Gross.

Adora, of course, had a plan. A good one with details and everything!

She was using her patented IPPA (thankfully, things had to be going pretty bad for her to resort to Infant Pod Plan B) and so far things had gone well. She’d taught her platoon to march, even got them to make up some rhymes to sing for it (even if she’d had to backtrack after one of the boys said ‘butts’ and everyone then started to just scream sentences with little sense ending with ‘butts’). After a bit of that she got them doing some basic exercise with her. Jumping jacks and running, she’d then start a game of charge and was already wincing in sympathy pains as some of the kids hurled themselves full speed at the enemy team only to fold in half around their linked arms. Still, the point was to give them free reign here to lose their minds and wear out their bodies a little in preparation for a well earned nap or quiet play time.

After making sure that Catra had eyes on her group, Adora left to hunt down water for everyone, and maybe spent a little time making heart eyes across the field.

Catra, despite what she thought, was pretty good with kids. Especially little infants. Between her fluff, heat, and purrs she was an instant baby soother. Adora would know, she was once the only big baby that Catra would soothe the same way. When they’d been younger, Catra used to lose her temper during IPD, but the older they got the more she’d pull it together. There had always been something heartwarming about watching Catra sit down with a kid who was upset and listen to them intently.

Then there was Glimmer. Gosh, she’d been so nervous going in, but seemed to be quickly becoming a favorite. Because Glimmer always listened to people, no matter their age, and her high energy responses appeared to be winning her fans. The more she integrated with the kids, the more she relaxed too. And there was something absolutely mind blowing about watching her bounce a little baby in her arms, while gasping in genuine delight at something a kid had scribbled into the dirt with a stick.

Adora didn’t even blush, didn’t feel a lick of shame as she quietly got affirmation that yes, girls.

“Ew,” one of the kids snickered after finishing their water, looking right at her before making a face.

She smiled, shrugging and offered her best, worldly advice. “Girls are great.”

“Ew.” They repeated before giggling and skipping away to their friends.

Whether they eventually agreed with her, liked boys instead, like everyone, or even no one, Adora felt very assured in her assessment of wow girls pretty, so she let it slide.

Later, standing at the barrel and handing out gourds of water or helping kids re-apply their protective balms (the sun was nice, but the sun could apparently burn you which was insane), she did another check. Taking note of any particularly worn out kids to send over to Catra’s group, and was very pleased that no one seemed to be really injured. Man, this was way easier than manhandling Recruits who were about to be Junior Cadets. Maybe she could do this more often? Without all the jockeying for power and praise it was actually fun.

After another thirty minutes whizzed by according to her internal clock, Adora decided it was time to start her platoon’s cool down for water and snacks. Maybe a nap after that. It was all smooth sailing!

Adora managed to make eye contact with Catra, flashing a quick few hand signs they’d made up when they were eight and almost lived in the pods between Adora’s clumsiness and Catra’s random bursts of high energy. Catra nodded, both hands occupied as she bottle fed one of the infants, and Adora almost died. First of cuteness, because Catra was looking so cute! But also from laughter because Glimmer’s tongue was sticking out between her teeth in concentration as she carefully fed another infant. And also because she looked super cute doing it!

What a sight! It took her another minute to realize she was just standing there staring at them with a horrifically soft smile on her face. And Catra was staring back with an equally mortifying soft look. And Glimmer was now looking between them with her own embarrassingly tender look.

So this is how I die, public affection.

For some reason this was the thing that set her off. Blushing as red as her jacket, Adora pivoted around to call the platoon to get some snacks and more water. Which, considering most of them were either still singing or making up marching songs, took a little bit to organize.

The snack and water break had been decently timed, they had just finished burping the last of the babies when Adora called all the kids over. Catra waited with Glimmer until everyone else had something to eat, before mingling as best she could. It was more second nature to keep her head on a swivel, making sure no kids were making a jailbreak and no one was beating someone else’s face in. Although that probably wasn’t a concern on the Rebellion side. Maybe she’d have to rescue a kid from suffocating under a bunch of hugs?

She shrugged and got a gourd of water, barely finishing it before Two Step tugged at her hand. They’d only gotten more energetic the longer they’d been helping, so she wasn’t even surprised when they asked, "Can I pet your fluff!?"

Catra sighed heavily. This is what she got for wearing a crop top around children. She turned to look at the Two Step and smiled as best she could while also dying inside. If she didn’t let it happen following her own rules, many kids would simply find a way to make it happen anyways. Better to get it out of the way and without sticky hands. Seriously what do kids even do that makes their hands that sticky? "Sure, but only if I can touch your antlers, they look fuzzy."

They almost stabbed her in the stomach with said nubbly antlers in their excitement, apparently oblivious for at least a moment about how fragile they were. Two Step was still wiggling around the way they had the whole afternoon as they rushed to explain, "They are! They’re new and growing in bigger and my dad says that someday they’ll be HUGE like his!"

She ran a few fingers carefully along the warm velvet and nodded, it was softer than she’d actually expected it to be, and it almost seemed like she could feel the blood pumping in them? Or maybe her brain was messing with her? Either way, weird. "Neat. Your turn kiddo."

Catra did her best to not groan in annoyance when the girl simply leaned forward to rub her face on the fluffiest part of her belly.

"You said pet."

"I am petting!"

"Petting is done with your hands, not your face."

"Says who?"

Well shit, had her there. “...alright, well played.”

She glared as the trademark a high pitched whistling sound of cooing alerted her to Glimmer and Adora looking at her with hearts in their eyes and sparkles around their faces. Not literally, but she could picture it. The traitors. She could see Glimmer mouthing the words so cute and groaned. She was not cute! Ugh!

“Okay, I think that’s enough.”

Two Step grumbled but let go. “Thanks!” And with that they skipped away to hang out with the other kids.

Oh yeah, definitely time to put the kids down for a nap if they could.

It had taken longer that Glimmer expected to calm down the kids. A small handful of them went tearing off around the field cackling like loons as Catra easily loped after them on all fours. Which of course resulted in more kids wanting to get chased for some reason, shrieking in delight each time Catra put on a hair more speed to tap their arms or legs. Eventually even they were exhausted and fell panting into the grass for Adora and her to watch while Catra continued herding. It was adorable and Glimmer was never, ever gonna let her live down her afternoon of being a sheep dog. If only Bow or Entrapta were here to take a picture!

Glimmer reluctantly left her post of watching and jeering at ‘Big Cat’ to help Adora get the youngest ones situated and sleeping rolls or blankets laid out. For the ones who refused to take a nap (whether because they weren’t tired or wanted to pretend they weren’t tired), Glimmer asked around to find a few decks of cards for them to use. She wrangled a promise from each group to be quiet so their friends could sleep, and by the time she’d finished that it was tempting to take her own nap.

Adora was efficiently sorting kids into sleeping spaces, and Glimmer smiled a bit at the way she let pairs and groups just pile up together. Having seen the impossible looking ways Adora and Catra could be found tangled up after a nap, she felt pretty confident that they knew what they were doing.

When Catra finally arrived with the last two kids, both of whom she carried under her arms as they giggled, Glimmer was grateful for the chance to relax a little with her friends. She nudged Adora’s side as they passed and whispered, “Maybe afterwards you can use She-Ra? You know, give them a climbing gym or swing them around.”

Adora blinked rapidly before breaking out in a huge grin and did a little over the top flexing before they made their way over to sit with Catra. And for a few minutes they sat in a peaceful silence, enjoying the sounds of the forest and leaning against one another.

“Pssst,” Stripes rolled over to look at them, making huge puppy dog eyes before asking, “Sing us a lullaby?”

Glimmer’s eyes sparkled as she turned to watch Adora and Catra apparently debate the issue, because hello! Getting to hear them sing lullabies! They rapidly signed back and forth, faces squashing and stretching as they added emphasis to the conversation before they turned and nodded.

“Okay,” Adora said softly, “but you can’t laugh, we only know Horde songs.”

“The Horde had songs?” A little boy asked, popping up from his blanket with a huge smile.

“Yeah we did. To be fair, they’re not uh,” Adora faltered and quickly looked at Catra, which to be fair Glimmer hadn’t considered that the songs they knew might be inappropriate. She quickly decided that she also didn’t really care.

“Adults probably wouldn’t like them here.” Catra supplied with a mischievous grin, apparently knowing that the kids would all be desperate to hear them now.

“Catra!” Adora hissed in what was probably supposed to be a whisper.

“I want to hear!” Glimmer added fuel to the fire and snickered at the look of betrayal on Adora’s face. “What? I do!”

She threw her arms in the air before huffing in her fake annoyed voice, “Fine, I’ll sing a song!”

There was a moment before Adora shakily started to sing both a very familiar tune set to very different lyrics.

Hush-a-bye baby, your crying will cease For we will raise you, in safety and peace If the walls crumble, there’s no need to bawl We’ll burn the villains, princess and all

Glimmer sputtered, accidentally ending it before it even started, not just because the lullaby included a line about burning rebellion citizens to death including princesses. But also because her mother used to sing this to her! “Wait, wait, wait, that’s- that’s not how that song goes!”

“Wha- yes it is!” Adora huffed, arms crossing as she blushed, “I said you couldn’t be mean!”

“First of all, you said I couldn’t laugh and I didn’t! Secondly,” Glimmer cleared her throat to sing her version. She’d always loved singing, even took lessons when she was younger before deciding she’d rather do it for fun. But what was the point of being able to sing flawlessly under pressure if not to flex on your crushes?

Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Buckley’s a washer, who wears a gold ring; And Tambour’s a drummer, who drums for the king.

Not that she got any further than Adora did before being interrupted as well.

“Ew, it’s all princessy!” Catra jeered playfully getting a few giggles from the kids.

“Uh, yeah, my mom sang it to me when I was a baby!”

“Gross. Ours is better!”

Adora laughed nervously, apparently unsure what to do as their play fight went down in front of a room full of impressionable children. Which, really, was her own fault for not expecting it.

Glimmer puffed up and leaned forward, tapping Catra on the nose just to be a brat before issuing the challenge she knew would get results. “Prove it!”

Ah, the good old stand by of “prove it”, as equally effective as a double dog dare!

So Catra, looking genuinely affronted, took a breath and sang in a wholly and unfairly good voice.

Hush-a-bye baby, your crying will cease For we will raise you, in safety and peace If the walls crumble, there’s no need to bawl We’ll burn the villains, princess and all

Baby is drowsing, valiant and brave With Hordak’s power, disorder we’ll stave Though cadet’s sleeping, her dreams we all share For order and harmony’s, our duty to bear

Hush-a-bye baby, do not you fear Never mind, baby, your squad is right here Strong little fingers, but eyes must shut tight Stay sound asleep now, until morning’s light

“People sang to you as babies about Hordak’s power and burning people?” Glimmer asked, both perplexed at the Horde-ified version and slightly disturbed. No wonder some of their soldiers bought the Evil Horde’s propaganda if this was what they were taught from the cradle!

“Glimmer, I love you, and I say this with as much respect as I can,” Catra said without an ounce of respect in her body or soul, “We grew up in the Fright Zone under the eyes of commanding officers of the Evil Horde. What did you think they sang to us about?”

Well shit, had her there.

#Glimmer #Adora #Catra #Glitradora #SPOP #she ra #fanfiction #fanfic #dorks in love is just *chef kiss*#the Horde sings lullabies to their babies #surprisingly familiar but wildly different lullabies #halp this fic won't let me wrap it up in a satisfying manner so I'm throwing it into the wind to see what falls out #this could absolutely end with them going into a relationship #or it could absolutely end with them just crushing on one another #suggestions are welcome!

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third-rail-vip · 3 years

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wip whenever

(because I can’t pass this off as six sentences even though it’s sunday)

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My notes for this seasonal but not so festive fic are actually starting to resemble real live paragraphs in places, so here's a chonk so i can feel productive. This fic has 3 cameos, here’s just one of them*. I’m going self indulgent guys. 2021 is the year of me writing it because i feel like it. Anyway, here’s my very wippy wip:

Having her head in the clouds was a lifelong acquired hazard, despite every new danger in the world Ivy was still the distracted kind of clumsy. The well worn tread of her boots failed to find purchase as she stepped forward - her eyes following the strings of lights and paying no attention to the patches of ice glazing the stairs.

Skittering on the traitorous surface she gasped, arms grabbing out for anything to steady herself on but she was too far to reach the railing. Just as she resigned herself to going arse over tit, a familiar arm wrapped itself around her waist, and a mock-judgemental sigh ruffled her hair when her shoulderblades bumped back into MacCready’s chest.

“Look at you,” he cooed. “Like a baby radstag.” Ivy didn’t have to see his face to know the smirk he was wearing as his arm wound tighter around her waist.

“Oh, aren’t we smug.” She rolled her eyes, sinking her head back onto his shoulder so she could confirm his exasperating expression.

“We can’t all be this agile. It takes years of honing your senses to know your footing without even look--”

Her world flipped horizontal as MacCready’s legs disappeared out from under him, dragging them both down to meet the frozen metal steps with a painful thump.

“Fuh-- my frickin’ ass,” Mac groused under his breath, rocking onto one hip beneath where she’d landed unceremoniously in his lap -- and in doing so jammed enough .308 rounds into the back of her thigh to floor a behemoth.

“You have the grace of a dancer,” Ivy snorted once she’d got her winded breath back. “No really, you’re like fred astaire reborn. Teach me your ways.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Falling for me so soon?”

A chuckle came from the tunnel entrance behind them where a security guard leant, arms folded, against the wall. The man lowered his sunglasses enough that Ivy caught the glint of steely blue eyes as he winked at her over the rims.

“I’m flattered. Truly,” he snerked, pushing off the wall and swaggering past them down the stairs. “But I’m afraid I’m simply married to my work.”

Smooth bastard even almost disguised the ground slipping under his sneakers as he stepped out into the marketplace.

“Jackass,” Mac muttered somewhere behind her head -- still trying to rub some life back into his butt.

Just because they’re together doesn’t mean they’re going to stop taking the piss out of each other - there’s just extra touching. *Now with added Deacon. This is the first of potentially hundreds of times Deeks will wind up MacCready, especially about Ivy. And I’m looking forward to it.

#wip wednesday #maccready #ivy kendrick #robert joseph maccready #my writing #deacon #mac x ivy #then i met you

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I saw your r recent contribution to the post about hard vs soft magic systems and I agree wholeheartedly. You also mentioned having a bunch of worldbuilding and stuff about the magic system, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to share some?

(For reference, this is the post in question)

Certainly! While the worldbuilding/magicbuilding hellscape i was describing in the notes is actually in regards to an original-content wip I've been working on, i also have a LOT of headcanons regarding the BBCM magic system too! (Do not ask about my wip's magic system, because i won't be able to shut up about it)

WARNING: long post ahead and mobile won't let me include a cutoff/read-more line. If you're not interested, get ready to scroll down like your life depends on it (and it does).

So! First things first. Here's what we know about the BBCM magic system:

Magic requires spells, most of the time. This seems like a no-brainer, but still an important distinction. There are a lot of magic systems that don't require vocalized spells - Avatar: the Last Airbender, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Ninjago, to name a few. Spells are rather common for wizard/witch/medieval fantasies, and are typically used to control and channel the intent of the magic. This suggests that the magic of BBCM is some kind of force or energy that needs spoken commands to control.

Spells are repurposed words from Old English, aka the language of the Old Religion. (Let's ignore the obvious anachronistic nightmare of the fact that Old English is exactly the same language they would've been speaking in this time period.)

The use of a spell causes someone's eyes to flare gold, plus that fancy wooshing sound effect that Arthur miraculously never hears. This suggests that magic somehow changes your physiology, although it could be also just be a side effect of channeling.

However, magic doesn't always require a spell. Though never fully explained, it appears to be something only innate magic users are capable of - Merlin, Morgana, Mordred. It is something less controllable than spellwork, typically governed by moments of strong emotion rather than logical intent.

The show consistently flip-flops between the idea that magic is something you're born with, and that Merlin is rare for being born with magic. It's never clarified just how someone acquires magic. Gaius asks Merlin where he studied, suggesting that it's something you can learn, while Balinor claims that you either have it or you don't. Though not confirmed fact, i suspect it's similar to how it works in the show Supernatural. There, some witches are natural-born, while others are taught (and some get their powers from spooky demon deals).

It has a life-for-a-life policy. Basically like the Law of Equivalent Exchange from Fullmetal Alchemist, a life cannot be created without another one being sacrificed first. This rule only canonically applies to creating life/the Cup of Life, and any other possible applications aren't addressed.

This rule apparently doesn't apply to animals, as Merlin brought a dog statue to life without killing anyone (that we know of), and Valiant's shield had three live snakes in it. However, it's possible that lives were taken as payment in the process of animation without Merlin's knowledge, but it never happens on screen so we don't know. So either a) animals don't have souls to exchange in the life-for-a-life policy, b) they do but it happens off-screen, or c) those animated animals aren't actually alive.

The Cup of Life infuriates me from a magicbuilding perspective. Ignoring the obvious question of how it came into the druids' possession, its existence isn't clearly defined. Does it require the fancy rain ritual that Nimueh gave it, or was she just extra? Why does drinking from it give you life, while bleeding into it makes you undead and also mindlessly obedient to the sorcerer who made you as such? Were there life-for-a-life consequences for creating an immortal army? Wtf happened on the Isle of the Blessed to allow Merlin to "master life and death", and what does that even mean? All valid questions that never get answered.

Spells sometimes need need a 'source'. Think the staff from "The Tears of Uther Pendragon" and Morgana from "The Fires of Idirsholas." It is unclear what makes these spells different/special.

There is a power hierarchy. Some spells are too powerful for some practitioners to cast, although the reason for this is unclear. Does it drain you of energy/life force? Do you exhaust/overwork your magic muscles? Do you get a little pop-up that says 404 Magic Not Found? Unclear.

Magic is something that can be trained and improved. For example, Morgana gradually became more powerful over time. Merlin naturally had a lot of power straight off the jump and just had to discipline it, but he's a ~special~ case so he doesn't count.

There are some subsets of magic that are definitively born traits. Morgana is a Seer, possessing this capability even before her magic manifested. Likewise, Merlin is a dragonlord, which he inherited from Balinor. Although Balinor did mention that it wasn't a sure thing he would have the ability until he faced a dragon, so there may be some variation in whether or not someone lucks out in the Magic Gene Pool. This may suggest that natural-born magic is hereditary, as both Morgana and her sister Morgause had it. Vivienne and Gorlois both probably didn't have it, otherwise you'd hear Uther bellyaching about it, which raises the question of where they got it? A grandparent, perhaps? Maybe they both carried a recessive magic gene or something...

Unless you're Merlin, magic can be taken away by the Gean Canagh. It's not explained how this is possible, though, as it's never explained how you acquire magic in the first place. But Merlin never lost his magic because he's "magic itself" which if you ask me is just a deus ex machina wrapped inside a headache wrapped inside a heaping load of chosen one bullcrap. But it's canonical lore, so we have to consider it.

Despite my previous complaints, i actually find the idea of Merlin being "magic itself" rather intriguing. Is he a creature of magic, like a dragon or a questing beast? Is his body made of magic, like how a statue might be made of clay? Does it run through his veins like blood? If this is the case, then why didn't he suffer more severe ramifications for losing his magic? Why didn't it kill him? How did it restrict his magic in the first place? Placebo effect? The fanon explanation is that he's "the living embodiment of magic" but that makes my bullcrap richter scale shoot off the charts because that makes NO sense whatsoever. "Son of the earth, sea, and sky?" What does that MEAN?

There is a vivid link between magic and the Old Religion, which has its own beliefs and rituals and deities. Primarily, the Triple Goddess. The Triple Goddess is actually an existing deity in Neopaganism and Wicca. This also suggests the existence of the Horned God, another entity from neopagan lore and her masculine consort/counterpart, but that is never confirmed.

WHO. OR. WHAT. IS. THE. FREAKING. DOCHRAID. She's described as a creature of magic, which suggests that humans/humanoids can be creatures of magic, fueling my theory that 'Emrys' isn't human.

Destiny exists. It is unclear who creates/writes destiny, who controls it, who or what is privy to knowing about it, and what that means for the concept of free will.

The crystal cave is a thing, i guess. It's the heart of magic, is haunted by Taliesin, and is filled with prophetic crystals. I actually skipped the episodes that involve this stuff because i disliked them, so i don't know much about the Crystal Cave. Apparently ghosts can manifest there tho???

The veil is a thing too. It is unclear how some spirits can retain their human figure and mentality, like Balinor and Uther, but others become dorocha. I imagine its also like Supernatural - being a ghost for long enough will drive you insane, and though it takes a while all spirits eventually turn into dorocha.

Creatures of magic exist. These are normal creatures who have magic imbued into them somehow.

Okay, i think that's everything we know. It seems like a lot, but keep in mind that all of those rules are VERY nebulous. But that at least gives us a jumping-off point!

So here's my working theory/headcanon.

Magic comes from a connection to the spiritual energies of the Triple Goddess. Kinda like a third eye, and for the sake of simplicity that's what we'll call it. The druids have adapted a way of life that revolves around faith and magic, likely in an attempt to cultivate and one day attain this Third Eye. Like Gaius, who trained with the High Priestesses, you can study and practice and discipline yourself into acquiring it.

Magic is a cosmic force owned by the Triple Goddess, accessible to anyone with the Third Eye link. Imagine the Triple Goddess as a milkshake and the so-called Third Eye as a straw. The studying and training that people dedicate their whole lives to is basically just looking for/building a straw.

However, some people are just naturally born with a straw in hand, but require practice and study to be able to properly use it. Or like Morgana, it takes a few years for them to even find it/activate it.

Spellcasting is essentially just sucking through the straw, and the vocalized spells gives that Magic Milkshake some purpose/intent/shape.

The bigger the spell, the more Magic Milkshake is required. Some people have bigger/wider straws than others, so magic comes easier for them. But with enough training and practice anyone can widen their straw/strengthen their straw-sucking muscles to cast with the big leagues.

The Gean Canagh devours your straw/Third Eye. Perhaps you have to rebuild a new spiritual connection from scratch, or perhaps it permanently severs any and all connection to the Triple Goddess. Like getting excommunicated from the Church, only worse.

The Crystal Cave was/is the Triple Goddess's home, but she's out of town on a business trip atm so she left the spirit of her most loyal follower, Taliesin, to look after the place. It's super powerful and has all those cool crystals because it's hella steeped in her magic juices.

While most magic users get a standard-issue straw, others get Fancy Premium Membership Straws. Normal joe shmoes like Gilli have plastic straws, while a Seer like Morgana has a metal one or something (can you tell this metaphor is starting to get out of hand?). Those Premium Straws are only hereditary in nature. So there's a Seer Straw, or a Dragonlord Straw, or a Disir Straw, but it's also not a sure thing you'll even inherit it at all. It's all luck of the straw draw.

Creatures of magic aren't just animals that possess straws, though. They've been made/produced using magic rituals and processes and spells. Like Nimueh's afanc, nathairs, wraiths, shades, etc. So probably like a thousand years ago, some especially powerful shmuck came by and invented dragons. Which leads me to an important question: WHO THE HELL THOUGHT THE DOCHRAID WAS A GOOD IDEA.

Im reluctant to say these creatures were invented by the Triple Goddess, though, for reasons I'll get to in a moment.

So this still leaves the whole Cup of Life, life-for-a-life policy thing to be explained. I do believe that the policy is universally applicable to the creation of souls, and i do believe that animals have souls too. But individuals get their souls exchanged for those of equal value. So every soul has a certain weight to it, and you need to exchange souls of equal weight to create one. So when Merlin brought the dog to life, some random dog somewhere dropped dead against his knowledge.

Creating undead armies involves killing them and then resurrecting them. That's what 'undead' means. Zombies. So yes, to raise an immortal zombie army, Morgause's spell probably caused a bunch of people around the world to mysteriously drop dead.

Which leaves two last things to explain: destiny and Merlin.

Destiny is, i think, a combined effort between human choice and supernatural predeterminism. That is, for the most part humans make their own choices, but there are occasions where the Triple Goddess has to step in and do some course correction. Uther starting the Purge was free will, but Arthur and Merlin's destiny was an act of divine damage control. The Triple Goddess sets destiny into motion and informs a chosen few about it.

Okay SO. That leaves Merlin. And this is the bit im kinda excited about.

The Triple Goddess is a reservoir of power, a cosmic force of spiritual energy intrinsicallu linked to the fabric of the universe. People can spiritually reach out and tune into/channel her supernatural frequencies. But as a milkshake cannot suck itself through a straw, the Triple Goddess likewise cannot cast a spell. She can influence destiny, but she can't physically cast any magic on her own. That's why she didn't create the creatures of magic.

So a few years ago, Uther hecked up big time. And people of magic, the Triple Goddess's followers and acolytes and straw connections, were dying in droves. I can imagine that all those Third Eye tethers snapping en masse was painful for her to go through. She relies on the tethers to remain connected to the real world, and if all the tethers snap then she will be cut off from Earth altogether. And Earth requires magic to continue existing/thriving, so that's kind of a no-no.

So, the Triple Goddess knew that the only way to save the world was through divine intervention. Thus began the destiny of the Once and Future King and Emrys. She knew humanity is bigoted so there was bound to eventually be a repeat of Uther, so she made OaFK resurrectable, so they could keep him on the bench in case anyone ever needs him again.

Where does Merlin/Emrys fall into things?

Well. The Triple Goddess knew that saving her people and the world would require an immense magical undertaking, something no ordinary magic user would be able to pull off. But she has the power, if only she could use it. But a human can. So the Triple Goddess decided to be reborn into the body of a dragonlord's son. Merlin. Emrys. Magic itself.

Of course, this whole Being Born As A Human Thing is tricky, and as anyone familiar with reincarnation knows, you don't usually recall your past lives. So she became Merlin, unaware that he was ever the Triple Goddess. (Although she did add a clause saying she'd be destined to remember her past life eventually, which got hecked up for reasons ill explain later)

That's why so many creatures of magic/magic users recognize Merlin by his presence, why thr druids carry such reverence for him. Whereas the sidhe and other individuals don't recognize him, because they are blinded by heresy. They may have a spiritual connection to the Triple Goddess, but do not use her magic as she intended, and she's too busy wearing jaunty scarves to excommunicate them herself.

Why get the Once and Future King involved when she could just save everyone herself? Well, the Triple Goddess prefers to let the humans keep their agency and save themselves, and would rather remain in the role of protector/helper. Its just her nature.

But if that's the case, then why did Arthur's destiny fail? It's simple: Kilgharrah.

Remember what i said about the Horned God, counterpart to the Triple Goddess? Yeah, that's Kilgharrah. Like the Triple Goddess, he's another power reservoir, but he's jealous because people worship her and not him. He is against everything she does and actively seeks the destruction of the Triple Goddess's magic/influence for Jealous Evil Reasons. To stop him, the Triple Goddess enlisted some of her followers to bind him into the body of a dragon (perhaps this is how dragons were created) so he would never be able to do that. Years later, the Purge happened and "Kilgharrah" got locked away, further cut off from his power.

When Merlin walked in, unaware that he used to be the Triple Goddess, Kilgharrah seized his chance at revenge and manipulated Merlin into setting him free. Then, once free, he decided to lay claim to the power vacuum left by the Triple Goddess's quasi-absence. He began controlling destiny in whatever limited capacities he could, using magic of his own to permanently bury Merlin's knowledge of his past life. Then he ensured that Arthur would die and the Triple Goddess's magic would never return. But since he doesn't have FULL control over destiny (his powers are still limited by his dragon form, after all), he couldn't rewrite the bit where Arthur gets benched in Avalon. He's probably conspiring with the sidhe to ensure Arthur stays trapped there forever, or else he would've come back a long time ago.

As for how the Gean Canagh took Merlin's magic...well, yes, it devoured his Third Eye straw, but those are created by a strong spiritual connection to the Triple Goddess. And since he's literally the big TG himself, all he had to do was find himself again (by returning to his old home, the Crystal Cave) to recreate a new one.

Over the last 1500 years, Kilgharrah/the Horned God has been steadily accruing followers and worshippers in the hopes that one will become strong enough to release TG's bonds on him. Then he can kill her once and for all and claim full dominion over the universe, with the sidhe to support him.

I imagine that's how Arthur's resurrection would happen - Arthur and the rest of the dead Round Table are in Avalon when they learn about the treachery and plot to kill Merlin/take over the world, and spend the next few hundred years fighting their way out of Avalon.

Okay, I think that just about covers it. God, that was long. Any questions?

#i should probably write a fic for this huh #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #bbcm #ask #magicbuilding #fish post

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