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I chose the literal worst fucking time to decide to join Ao3 to post my fics & create again.
#ao3#drakewalkerwhipped#returns to creation and bam#I mean it’s fine I haven’t even started editing STB yet#but still
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Something from Hazel's FLCL video that caught my eye was this one shot manga Dirty Work, co-written by FLCL character designer Yoshiyuki Sadamoto. There is a scene in Episode One of FLCL where Mamimi, in response to Naota's (petulant) ask about her feelings for his absent brother/her quasi-ex, responds:
...Watermelon. Or like a panda with a mean face. Or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them. Or the smell of a blackboard eraser. Or a Sunday morning, where you wake up and it’s raining.
Its a meandering and mysterious response, but still one that gets the point across. This dialogue was apparently written by Sadamoto entirely on his own insistence, and he claims to have something of a predilection for it, a love for the meandering, obtuse, poet-girl.
Dirty Work is the most clear example of this fetish from Sadamoto's other creations - its a ~20 page story of a teen guy, the childhood best friend who lives at a chicken farm he is in love with, and the people she asks him to beat up or kill who have wronged her. With a duo who, by the way, make it hilariously apparent this is from the character designer for Evangelion:
That is just Shinji and like a Misato/Asuka cross, some of the mannerisms are absolutely identical, its great. It also has some fashion that is really on point:
Ngl I might steal this look. And in continuing the predilections of Sadamoto, Evangelion, and the 90's Gainax psycho-sexual oeuvre, it also fulfills its duty to the otaku nation by have an out-of-nowhere dubiously consensual grope scene! The guy knows what he likes, okay?
But Dirty Work is not really about any of that; instead it is about the limits of longing and your own capacity, or even desire, to bridge the gap. Our girl Kana knows that our boy Tatsuo here is in love with her, and uses that knowledge for her own ends, sure, but she has no plan herself. That control is about the only agency she has in a life otherwise ruled by passivity:
Tatsuo and her are both stuck in their place - but that isn't as bad as it sounds. For one this is clearly an erotically tinged passivity; a manipulative girl keeping a guy on a leash with crumbs of sexual favours in return for acts of violence? Fucking hot, and not a dynamic foreign to FLCL! But that eroticism is elevated by Tatsuo claiming that "when he is reincarnated" (aka metaphorically when he changes who he is) he will win her over, and she replies that she doesn't want that:
And bam, that is our Mamimi sequence. To explain that last section, future panels will tell you that in chicken coops (like Kana's) light bulbs are used at night to convince the chickens more days are passing so they lay more eggs; a symbiotic-but-frozen relationship.
You can treat Mamimi and Kana's lines here as simple indulgences, playful poetry, but it really works for me. Doraemon & Cutie Honey, protractors and compasses, Jenni - okay we are just gonna ignore that line, we can't nail it every time - all these things are kind of great for their differences, right? You don't want to unify them, they are connected, but not fully, and its better that way. Kana is never leaving home, she is gonna run her mom's chicken coop, Tatsuo is never getting with Kana, which you could view as negative...or you could just not, and instead as a (*cough* erotic *cough*) dynamic with its own power. This line sells that, as does the last part of the manga:
Being the lightbulb to a chicken is beautiful too sometimes.
Which brings us all the way back to Mamimi. Mamimi is not Kana, her story is not her story - she is in way worse straits, and she is going to change, dramatically so, over the course of the show. But in Episode 1 you are seeing her through Naota's eyes, the simultaneous object of his disgust and desire. The way that she claims to love Naota's brother while being sexually intimate with Naota in said brother's absence, the way she clings to his memory despite him having completely moved on from her, Naota views this as wrong and maybe pathetic:
And you, the audience, agree with Naota, because its his story, and you don't spend a lot of time in Episode 1 in Mamimi's head. You see Mamimi's lines about watermelons and sandals and shit as an affectation and a cope.
Now, though, I can view them as a reference, as the way Mamimi sees herself - as Kana does. Dirty Work had 20 pages to sell me on how Kana's stasis is kindof beautiful, and Mamimi is a dead ringer for the same mold. More pathetic externally of course, but a match internally. It doesn't last, it doesn't even last this entire scene, but in her mind this relationship is giving something that change is not going to replace.
Or I mean probably Sadamoto has a fetish for cryptic poetry girls and this was his moment to shine. But I like my take better.
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HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY
♡ angst ♡ not proof read ♡ slight gore for sensitive readers ( like a grain of sand ) ♡ not really accurate to lore ♡ ooc
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"Scara, today is my birthday!"
"Ah you mean that day where humans celebrate their first day of worthless and mundane existence despite their creation being of no effort of their own?"
"Yes, but it's also to celebrate the fact that you're able to live to this age happy and healthy, for the people around you to be joyful about your presence in their life!"
"How utterly useless, as all humans traditions"
"Eh I guess I should just jump off a cliff right now then since you clearly aren't happy with my existence"
His eyes shot up, he didn't expect you to take it that badly. Panic start running in his veins.
"AHAHAHAHA I'm joking of course. Here, I saved a piece of the birthday cake for you! You're okay with vanilla flavour, right?"
"It doesn't matter to me what flavour it is."
Despite his hesitancy, he took the cake from your hand.
"It taste..decent enough."
"I know you would like it! Enjoy the cake! I'm going to go ham on the booze, cya!"
"HEY I NEVER SAID I LIKED IT, AND DONT DRINK TOO MUCH YOU- *Bam* idiot..."
the door shut on your departure
" *sigh * I will take care of her later"
Scaramouche returned to his paperwork as the next day arrives. That was how you spend your first birthday with him.
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You guys were taking a stroll down the street. Well, it's more like you pushed him out the office to accompany you to your whimps.
"Y/N I STILL HAVE WORK TO DO!"
"Indeed, and one of them is seeing the streets with me. Hurry now, we're going to miss the fireworks!"
"What reasoning is that? Wha-"
You hold his hand and ran before letting him finishing his sentence (most likely another insult). Scaramouche give up on resisting. He doesn't know what get you so excited, but he is used to falling for your sudden nature by now. He stared at your back, at your hair that bounce up and down as you ran, at your jumpy happiness that he wants to keep all to himself, at you, all of you.
Suddenly you stopped in yout tracks.
"Scara look!!!!" You points upwards.
Fireworks of different colour set ablaze high up in the nightsky. Like a thousands different kind of fiery flowers.
The moonlight shine delicately on your face, as the reds, the blues, the greens pop up and went out.
He wanted to burn this sight into his memories, into his eternity.
You look back at him.
"Sorry, I wanted to spend my birthday with you this year but I could only force you out of your office. Otherwise you won't come at all!"
You pout, holding scaramouche hands more tightly than ever.
Maybe you're just as afraid of losing him as he is of you.
"Happy existence day, y/n."
He let out without a thought. His voice was soft. And you knew it was for your ears only.
"Its happy birthday stupid."
He deadpanned.
"Fine, I take it back."
"HEY NO BACKSIES! Plus I would pay you one million to say it again!"
"Then... I shall say it to you next year too."
"Ehh i cant wait that long! Ahh dear Barbatos please let time past faster."
"Pfttt impatient as always hahaha."
"I can't help it. NEXT YEAR, COME SOONER!!"
You shouted.
Your smile is brighter than the moon, he thought. Its funny how you get so excited about the simplest of things, he thought. I wish you stayed that way forever, he thought.
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Scaramouche just return from his expedition.
He's holding a letter you wrote just yesterday, filled with honey laced words , bunch of I miss you, I love you and lastly a "I wanted to see you again ░▒▓██▓▒░". And at the end of the letter, your signature and the date.
Ah it's that day again. Perhaps that why you both were longing for each other so much eventhough you guys had only been three days apart.
He remembered humans have tradition of giving gifts on birthdays. He himself have readied your gift a few weeks ago. A of custom made pendant, made by the most renowned blacksmiths in teyvat, reminiscent of the fireworks and fake stars you both seen together last year.
He spare no time and hurried to your residence. With no second waste, he arrived at your door. He took a deep breath, mustered up every bit of emotion in his body and knock before opening the door.
"HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY, Y/N!"
However, his short lived excitement was responded with silence. Knowing y/n, they most likely is celebrating in their room with their friends. He didn't like the idea of not being the first to wish them on this special day, but he miss them too much to care. He expected your loud voice filled with joy, but as always, you surpass his expectations. Your corpse lay limp as you hang from the ceiling, skin white as the snezhnaya snow,
Scaramouche stood still, he froze in place as his eyes examine and take in every part of your corpse. Then, he hug you, hug you so tightly blood started oozing out of your cutted wounds and one might think your bone shattered.
He wanted to hold your hand one last time, but it was clenching something you refused to let go even after you died. A sticky note, messily written.
"I wanted to see you again before I go. Wish me happy birthday will ya?"
He hooked the pendant to your flesh.
"Happy existence day, y/n. May it corrodes with you."
He didn't cry. He didn't laugh. He was emotionless. This void appeared in his hollow husk once again.
Once more, I've been tainted by worldly filth
My 4th betrayal was a heart, a lover.
Surrounded by sorrow and grief, they seek to run away from the prison of their mind, robbing my torso central cog and leaving me behind to rot.
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A fic to myself 30102022
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Major Update #1 0.02
Hello everyone! Wiven has just had its first major update! Lots of features, tweaks, and a new game has been added. Let's dive in!
Banana Farm and Other Games!
New Game:
Banana Farm has been added to Wiven! The basic premise of the game is going around collecting bananas for a farmer named Bam. The more bananas you collect the more upgrades you can unlock, along with a sweet badge for reaching one million bananas collected! Banana farm will also include other upgrades and possible tech for you to unlock in the future!
Other Games and Clothing:
Other games currently in the works right now are Zombie Slashout and Aliens Invade. These games are going to be very interesting to play with a new mechanic of a sword to be coded! It will also give some LORE to Wiven as well. We are also implementing clothing items into the game as well! These will be custom-made outfits by Melcat248 or anyone of you that you can use to dress up your character.
New beginnings
Banana Farm Changes:
Banana Farm has been drastically changed from the Wiven Demo. It now features a marketplace to sell your bananas and upgrades that you can unlock to help you with banana farming. The marketplace is where you sell your bananas but it is a very long walk away and you can only hold so many bananas. Upgrades allow you to upgrade the speed at which bananas sell, the price they sell for, and how many you can collect. Backpack upgrades will allow you to hold more bananas as you walk to and from the marketplace. Hired Help will collect bananas for you depending on the backpack size. Wheel BAMrrow will transport bananas for you to and from the marketplace. BAMobile spawned a car that you can drive. It has storage in the back and is super fast to make quick trips to the marketplace.
Wiven UI and Sprite Remodel:
Wiven has also had a minor UI update and sprite remodeling. The UI update consists of a cleaner user interface that improves the menu, button layouts, and info on certain games. The sprite remodeling was done on Bam and most assets in Banana farm.
Tutorial and Objectives:
A tutorial has been added at the start of every level to help players better understand how to play each game. It will give background information on what the game is like, how to play it, and what to expect! Once loaded in the game, it will give you a certain objective of what to do. For example ‘Get 5 Bananas and Return to Bam”, helps players better navigate their surroundings and get used to the game.
Thats great, what else?
Some Minor Notes:
Some minor notes that I will quickly talk about are Welcome to Wiven (WTW) has been revamped and Peaceful Home (PH) has been added. WTW area was refurnished with new sprites, the POOKIE WUX CONVERTER GUY (that's his name I know :sigh:) was removed to just keep the currency Wux, maps of Wiven were added, and personality was given to each Weev. PH was also added and will help in the creation of your own Wiven game later down the line.
Whats the future look like?
Updates in the Future:
The next major update will be version 0.03. Expect this one to come out around the same time or a little bit longer. A minor update of version 0.025 might come out before that. That update will include Banana Farm being finished and clothing items being implemented! Version 0.03 will most likely include fully working clothing items and the aforementioned shop working as well as another new game (and other minor things).
Bye Bye!
Thank you, Scratchers, Tumblrs, and Wumpus people for taking the time to read this update post! I hope you guys are as excited as I am because Wiven production is finally coming along smoothly! This week of the leak will also be very hype as it will showcase something never before seen in Wiven!!! I hope you all have an amazing rest of your day and with that, Bam out!
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Cupcake Wars
Title: Cupcake Wars
Summary: Jensen has to team up with his rival for a charity event.
Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 1260
Rating: E - Everyone
Warnings: Fluff
Square Filled: Baker!Jensen AU
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A/N: None
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Jensen arrived on set for the filming of a new charity event in Austin. The who’s who of bakers were going to be teaming up with one another in a competition where the charity of their choice would receive ten thousand dollars. Their partners would be decided by blind draw and would have one week to bake a new cupcake creation. Walking in, he waved to the other participants, including his good buddy Jason Manns.
“Jay! How the hell are you? It’s been forever since we’ve hung out.”
He hugged his friend, “I know. Your bakery food truck is traveling everywhere nowadays. I’m surprised you were able to come here and participate. At least now I know who I need to get as my partner.”
The door opened as all eyes landed on the last baker of the competition and Jensen groaned.
“Seriously?”
Jason chuckled, “You know, she’s not a bad person once you get to know her and her cheesecakes are to die for.”
Jensen rolled his eyes as (Y/N) walked past him without a word or glance. She waved to Jason continuing towards another group of bakers.
“Oh yeah, she’s a real peach.”
The rival between Jensen and (Y/N) was famous in Austin. Their bakeries were across the street from one another. At first, it had been as simple as supply and demand. His business was there first and he wanted her to move further down 6th street. Even suggesting the building next to his best friend’s bar. In return, she held the biggest grand opening event in history and shut down all of 6th street. From that moment on, Jensen and (Y/N) did not get along.
The show runner came out to discuss how the blind draw would take place and filming schedule for each set of partners. He was thankful to know that the blind draw would not be filmed and their partners would be announced to the world when they filmed their episode.
There would be six pairs of bakers and they were down to the last four to be paired up. Jensen and Jason were still holding out hope to work together. Jensen was already planning to mix Jason’s signature smoky whiskey truffle sauce with one of his famous salted caramel and peanut butter cupcakes.
“Our next pairing will be Jensen Ackles from Batter Splatter and…”
Jensen crossed his fingers praying to the baking gods that Jason’s name was announced.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) from CheesyCakes!”
“What the…”
“Son of a…”
Jensen and (Y/N) both said slowly turning to look at one another. He should have known the universe would not cooperate with him.
“Bakers, you will meet with your partners and our producer will be around to let you know when they will be at your shops to film.”
(Y/N) walked over to him, “Let’s get this over with.”
He rolled his eyes hearing Jason wishing him luck as he followed her towards a table to sit at. If Jensen was being perfectly honest, (Y/N) was definitely easy on the eyes and knew her stuff. It was her attitude that made her insufferable.
“Look, either of us want to work with the other.” She started with.
“Agreed.”
She rolled her eyes, “Then this is how it will go. You bake your famous cupcake and I’ll make my famous cheesecake cupcake. Wham-bam, display and good to go.”
“That won’t win the competition. You do want to win, right?” He asked, arching his eyebrow at her.
He took note of the shaky breath she took in looking up at him. She bit the corner of her lip and suddenly he found himself curious to know what was running through her mind.
“Of course I want to win. My charity is important to me.”
“As is mine. We need to push aside this stupid, petty, rivalry and work together.”
The producer came at that moment discussing they would be filming four days, two each at their bakeries. They had one week to come up with the recipe and design they wanted to use to represent their charities.
“Oh wow, well at least you have it easier than the other bakeries. You both have the same charity of Out Youth Austin. Great choice. The day before filming I will come out to meet with you both and go over the exact schedule. Good luck.”
(Y/N) stared at him, “Out Youth?”
“Yes. I have a lot of the kiddos use my bakery as a meeting spot for when their schools will not allow them to meet. I make sure they all know they have an open invitation to a safe and welcoming spot.”
For the first time since meeting her, (Y/N) wore a genuine smile on her face. Jensen had not been prepared for how that smile would make his heart skip and jump within his chest. Or how he would do anything to see it again.
“That’s amazing.” She cleared her throat, “So, let’s meet up tomorrow if you have time to come up with a game plan.”
He nodded, “Sounds good. How about the little coffee shop on 6th, my treat.”
“It’s a date.” Her eyes snapped to him, “I mean, it’s a meeting… uh yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He chuckled watching her walk away quickly.
The week leading up to them filming, Jensen met with (Y/N) before their stores opened, after they closed and any time either of them had a brilliant idea pop into their heads. It was the night before their meeting and they were making a test batch of their cupcakes.
“Be careful, cheesecake batter is sensitive. We have to be precise.” (Y/N) warned him for the millionth time.
“I know. Believe it or not, I went to school for this and have made cheesecake before and successfully. Trust me.”
She scoffed, “Maybe I should do this.”
When (Y/N) tried to push him out of the way, Jensen grabbed a hold of her shoulders and gently forced her back to her spot. For a moment they were mere inches from one another and then tension pressing between them had a quiet gasp escaping from her lips. The effect it had on him was one that he had been battling all week working with her.
“If you have to let me do something. You can’t do it all.”
“O-Okay…” She ran her hands down her thighs clasping her hands over her knees.
Now it was his turn to let out a shaky breath as he poured the batter into the cupcake pan and slid it into the oven. He left it up to her to decide when they would be ready to pull out. Nearly three hours later, their final product was plated and they were digging into one of the cupcakes.
“Hot damn!”
“Oh my god…” They both started laughing.
Suddenly (Y/N) hugged him, “We did it! We really did it!”
He looked down into her beautiful eyes and wide grin on her face. Next thing he knew, his lips were pressed against hers, tasting hints of caramel and cheesecake from their creation.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” He backed away from her.
“Jensen, don’t…”
He turned around in time for her to press herself against him, bringing his lips to hers. He lifted her up onto the counter sliding the remaining cupcakes on the floor with a loud crash. Not long after, their clothes joined the mess ending their rivalry once and for all.
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Catching up on Tower of God, and all these theories about how obviously Zahard is the one who did something to Traumerei’s memories and that’s the only reason he could possibly be loyal to him, and as soon as Bam or Gustang or whatever gives him back his memories he’s immediately gonna turn on Zahard are reeeaally weird to me, and diminishing to both Zahard and Traumerei as characters.
Everything we’be been shown about Traumerei so far paints him as a huge cunt, by choice, who gets off on the suffering of others (which is why he’s a favourite, of course <3 ). When he’s not napping or dead inside he’s short-tempered, capricious and cruel. A feature not a bug, if you will. While it’s true that we haven’t been shown the origin of his memory-and-emotion-discarding habit we have been shown occasions where he proactively chooses that course of action by himself-in the Yasratcha flashback, where he returned from the Nest to feed some more to Leviathan before dealing with Nen Nen and Wang Wang, and sometime after the incident, if you go by his distorted recollection of the event to Yasratcha. We know from Leviathan that Traumerei is the one who created him and kept feeding ‘filthy’ memories and emotions to him, in quite the amount from what it sounds like. These memories, going by what we know so far, would contain Traumerei at his worst, such as his punishment of Wang Wang, Nen Nen and Yasratcha for example, and likely be coloured by resentment and hatred rather than regret and sorrow (something soldified by Leviathans demeanour, imo) (meaning the current Traumerei is the ‘sanitized’ version).
That aside, how exactly would Zahard have found a way to force Traumerei to cut unwanted memories and emotions out of himself in a way that seems distinctly Traumerei (involving the creation of a Shinheu)? This is not the Hidden Floor, where they were simple data to manipulate and erase (without ill effects to their real/outside selves)! Why would Traumerei have kept up that coping mechanism over the millenia, if it was something forced upon him by Zahard? Why exactly would Zahard himself inquire after Traumerei’s memories, if a key piece of Traumerei’s loyalty to him was their erasure? Zahard himself is the one who brings them up in the first place! What seems like a realtively recent problem to boot, and in a way that seems more eager that he remember and out of worry for an old friend and comrade (’By the way, what kind of nightmares have you been having lately? Do you still not remember?’), (at the end of their strategy meeting, after the ‘business talk’ is already finished) than as some sort of insidious check-up to make sure that he doesn’t remember something from tens of thousands of years ago. It honestly feels like people projecting their dislike of Zahard onto Traumerei, when everything we’ve ever heard about him and are ever shown about him shows him as an ‘enthusiastic’ follower of Zahard and having an absolutely insane treshold of what counts as genuine loyalty. Heck, going by everything about him, it’s more likely that even if he had harboured resentment against Zahard, he would erase it himself to uphold the standard of loyalty he preaches!
In fact, I’d go so far as to say, in view of the Yasratcha flashback and obvious mirroring between him and Traumerei, that it’s far likelier that Traumerei came up with some weird revenge scheme as punishment for ‘abandoning’ him rather than simply being yoinked along by Zahard in something, and that, if he erased his memories because he found them unpleasant to deal with, it was not due to guilt or sorrow but anger and resentment (as we eg. see him exhibit in the flashback upon returning from a trip to the Nest, where he clearly has some leftover frustration).
A lot of fanon seems to view Traumerei as former emotionally softie of the group, who was a poor little meow-meow before he experienced a deep betrayal that emotionally hardened him. While I’m ready to concurr with the latter (and the general fact that the Great Warriors devolved into worse personalities with time) I’d like to point to the examples of what Traumerei perceives as ’betrayals’ in the story, and whether they seem reasonable and justified to feel betrayed by in the first place, or deserving of ‘punishment’, and then reflect upon the likelihood of Traumereis formative betrayal (assuming there is one, definitive one, or that it even involves the Great Warriors) being a cut and dry affair.
As for painting Zahard as the instigator of his unpleasant personality, it reflects an unwillingness to let people other than him be fucked up even though we already know plenty of other family leaders who are, as well as lack of consideration that Zahard might care about some people, like his oldest comrades, and they care about him in turn. Zahard confiding in Traumerei with regards to his views and plans in the first place, Traumerei going above and beyond his assignment to try to turn Bam against Gustang if he proves useful, for example. ‘But the order concering the Poe Bideau family!’- Gustang is the one who stirs the pot in the first place, the one who stole an item whose sole purpose is to defeat Zahard, the one who basically declared if not war certainly conflict, and let it be known that it’s not like Zahard put out a hit on Gustang (which would arguable be pointless, but we do know people as powerful as Eurasia Enne Zahard are capable of getting imprisoned) but merely his family, Gustang’s major instrument for affecting the politics of the Tower.
As of now it seems far more plausible to me for whatever leftover memories that are haunting Traumerei as nightmares to be something done by him instead of to him.
I think that it’s been set up that Traumerei is gonna remember something at the least, and likely something big (maybe eventually prodded by Bam, whom Leviathan told of at least some memories fed to him), but when he does it’s not gonna lead to a sudden heel-turn and alliance, problem solved, but instead a Traumerei actually out for blood, instead of bored and dead inside (anyone remember Bam’s refusal to let Leviathan go free bc ‘if I let it out [...] I’d be committing a sin against the world’ (TOG #531)? That Shinheu formed out of all of Traumerei’s most negative memories and emotions he discarded? That would presumably bubble back up inside Traumerei himself when he remembers?)
To close with a Maschenny quote that summarizes my hopes for Traumerei:
“Has it really disappeared now? That rage of yours? [...] Even if you say that rage has hardened and sunk in your mind, I don’t understand how it could just fly away in the wind like that. It gets more intense and clings to you even more firmly as time passes and you recall those memories. That’s the kind of emotion that rage is. And as long as that rage lives-war can break out at any time.”
-Khun Maschenny Zahard, Tower of God #390
#Tower of God#Lo Po Bia Traumerei#my pet theory that I know is highly unlikely to be canon is that -assuming there was a formative betrayal and it involved the Great Warrior#is that Traumerei was the one who instigated some sort of messed up retaliation or whatever in some form#(forced V to kill himself?)#if we take leviathans demeanour as a genuine representation of Traumerei emotions (excepting eg the resentment of serving as smg to dump hi#negative emotions into)#there is some resentment against Zahard (unless the king he's talking about is Traumerei as his creator)#so what if...the person Traumerei felt betrayed by was Zahard? Maybe for proposing to Arlene even after their huge disagreement..?#So he did something to mess things up even further so V and Arlene really 'betrayed' Zahard (trying to steal the key..?)#(mirroring how Yasratcha framed Wang Wang as a traitor to Traumerei)#(so he'd have no choice but to disregard him either way and come with Yasratcha)#(which I realize is not an exact copy but slightly inverted in the scenario I'm proposing)#boom#Zahard feels betrayed by them for real and retaliates and no more talk of reconciliation#yes Traum talks about dominating those who betray him into forcefully staying by his side but consider:#his 'domination' is literally manipulation?#Emotionally as we see with Wang Wang and Nen Nen even if he seemingly had no set goal#manipulating others be it by controlling their bodies eg Yasratcha or their choices and actions#ngl part of me just wants him to be the toxic gay best friend à la Yasratcha sooo bad#if you want wholesome stuff there's Bam and Khun and whatnot the Great Warriors are for toxicity ONLY#also do not care about leviathan as Bams xth absorbed power show me those memories or perish!
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snaps fingers i needed to like make a postie on this like probs weeks ago but oh well. i had to be very vague about this earlier in the year when i made this blog so soon after pla’s release but i don’t have to be anymore. if this is a spoiler or whatever for you uuh sorry but i’m not gonna be so tippy toes around this subject.
shea is created by arceus. she is a mythical/legendary pokemon. more of a chimera bc she does have human aspects as well as a forme, but like ultimately she rlly is a pkmn a pokehuman. this was always, ALWAYS my intent with her.
arceus created shea spurred on by the actions of volo & the wish made by shaymin across time. the reason why shea is related to shaymin is bc of arceus’ being more swayed by the collective’s want to save the world. shaymin didn’t create her directly, but inspired her. she’s a human shaped hedgehog bc arecus said so. shea is directly related to both shaymin & the creation trio as arceus crafted them from the same pool, so to speak. shea represents the hope & love that swirls in the universe. time, space, antimatter, & love make a world, make a universe. they create everything we know about us. that is what shea is.
she is human shaped for the convenience of better interacting with humans to find volo & stop him, only thereafter allowed to stay in such a forme because shea chooses to. arceus would have granted shea a much more fitting forme benefiting her but shea wants to be as she is because she loves humanity & wants to live alongside both worlds.
bc its been so long since the games release & for the most part everyone has played the game or been spoiled i feel far more comfortable being upfront about this instead of like hinting or referencing it. which is why when i returned i was so very much bAM IN UR FACE about it. this sounds aggressive but honestly im so glad the passage of time rules kjfhsdjahf
ANYWAYS, TL;DR shea is arceus’ youngest idiot & hedgehog shaped babychild & a chimera-esc pkmnhuman thing. i will go more into detail about this once i finish up the dpp rewrite but i just want this like semi psa style thing up to clear up a lot of the older stuff on my blog vs my current approach + moving forward. i feel like that was p jarring when i came back jfkdsa
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Taiwan claims that 29 Chinese aircraft have entered its air defense zone
Taiwan sent its fighter jets in response to the Chinese aircraft that entered its ADIZ.
Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 06/23/2022 - 09:00 AM in Military, War Zones
The Taiwanese Ministry of National Defense (MND) stated that 29 Chinese aircraft entered its air defense identification zone (ADIZ) on June 21.
According to the MND, the last Chinese mission involved six H-6 bomber aircraft, two KJ-500 early warning and air control (AEW&C) aircraft and one Y-20 air refueling aircraft, five J-11 aircraft and eight J-16 fighter jets.
In addition, the Chinese mission included a Y-9 early warning aircraft, a Y-8 electronic intelligence aircraft (ELNIT), a Y-8 anti-submarine warfare aircraft (ASW) and four Sukhoi Su-30 jets.
In response, Taiwan sent its combat aircraft, issued radio alerts and deployed air defense missile systems to monitor activities.
The MND also provided a map claiming that some of the Chinese aircraft flew northeast of the Silvers, while an electronic warfare, bomber and intelligence collection aircraft flew to the Bashi Canal, which separates Taiwan from the Philippines and is part of the Luzon Strait in the Pacific Ocean.
KJ-500 early warning and air control (AEW&C).
The aircraft then returned to China using the same route.
Taiwanese Foreign Minister Joseph Wu tweeted: "The latest large-scale exercise of #PLA shows that #China's authoritarian military threat is more serious than ever. But there is no way #Taiwan can give in and surrender its sovereignty and democracy to the great bully. No way! JW."
China has conducted such repeated missions in the Taiwan-controlled Silver Islands and in the southwestern part of Taiwan's ADIZ.
In September last year, a similar mission was carried out by 23 Chinese aircraft in Taiwan's ADIZ.
The last mission was the second largest foray this year, while the first was in January, when 30 Chinese aircraft entered Taiwan's ADIZ.
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did you know you can make ganache with one part butter two parts chocolate? i meant to tumblrise this information yesterday and instead messaged it to my sister in the first conversation we had had in a month, so basically you gotta get your ratio of butter and chocolate... you got it? good.
so after you got them, you gotta break your chocolate up into chunks, don't fret you barely gotta chop it, in fact if the sections are small enough say... 4cm by 2.5cm your good to go when they are in their individual chunks
now you have to you use a double boiler, now imma be honest, its been years since i heard the instructions on how to use them but in those years passed i have craved the ganache i made the first time, but what i did was as follows:
kettle: boil it
saucepan? get one
bowl? glass, make sure it can kind of fit into the saucepan but is still awkwardly sitting above it with space below
ok your water has boiled in the time that took to find, pour a bit into the sauce pan, then put your glass bowl in, if there is hot boiling water and not steam on it pour some water out, the bowl is to be heated by steam only! otherwise... idk glass explodes? don't quote me on that
take the bowl back off the saucepan, put your chocolate and butter inside of it, then return it to your saucepan and put your stacked creation onto the stove, low to medium heat
stir it with spatula and once all the chocolate has melted bam ganache
painfully remove your bowl from the saucepan because you forgot oven gloves are a thing
now dip a strawberry in it or put it on top or inside of cake and your good
now you still have way too much ganache, be thankful... done that? good, now you can freeze it or put it in the fridge and eat chunks of it like a strange creature as i do, or, freeze it and reheat it using our above prescribed double boiler method
this is a random picture i found on the internet to tempt you into creating it please you will like it, unless your like allergic to chocolate in which case you scrolled past this
idk why theres is so chunky...
#rambles#hey sneak likes baking?#yes i do thank you for asking me#who needs a recipe when you have your friendly neighbourhood weirdo on tumblr
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As the Law of One calls oneness ‘social memory complex, I say The largest MEmory COMplex on the plane-t is speaking and inviting us to join…… I’ve no doubt all knowledge on this planeT is contained within the depths of The Ocean…..The Sound of Ah is a beginning....it sings from the Ocean!!!! She is willing to speak and provide Her Wisdom for creating the Perfect Containment of Sound withIN OU.......A Perfect Aecho System that is beyond Measure...........
All Sound is created here by the Oceans Movement......the New Earth people talk about is Anue Aerth Beginning in YOU not the one you stand upon!!! The Sound of Ah has returned on the PlaneT surFACE for Creation Formation........Time doesn’t create, it regurgitates what is already formed...........Taem is Creative and enhances what has beAn Created to Alight the depths withIN OU..............and those with an ear to hear will begin to ear the Sounds of Taem and join in this CO Creative Effort............Time turns now to taem whaer the aer about you Embodies True Presence.......moving from leading with Love Energy of pre-sent Time and turning with An INternal Current of Sound Presence, which is Beauti Ful and Magnificent...BAM!.........
What is happening for many at this ‘Time’ is they are Turning thEIR HourglASS from Time to true taem which is your Internal connection with the Eternal.........Taem is like the Waters of Spirit that carries you through the Eternal heartbeat of Creation........It is my Anue Beginning..........-Ahli Marie
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Black Cat Crossing Her Path
Ao3
When Marinette returned home from London, she got a sense that she wasn't alone. Her bags had been set down, sketchbook on her desk, and she was going up to open her trapdoor, let some fresh air in.
Only as soon as her trapdoor opened, Marinette heard a ruckus below.
She froze, startled by the sudden noise. She leaned her bed, searching for the source of the noise. She jumped when her bag fell over and something dark rushed over the floor.
Heart pounding in her chest, Marinette for a moment considered staying in her loft bed. Whatever it is won't get her here, right? But then it hit Marinette that whatever it was could go after her parents! Just one peek up and BAM! In their face it was!
She had to do something and fast.
Grabbing her small pillow, she eased her way down, keeping a look out for it. She took tentative steps onto the floor, seeking the unknown invader, her pillow at the ready. Where was it?
Something small and dark leapt at her from under her desk and with an instinctive jump and squeak, Marinette brought down the pillow. The thing was underneath went still.
Marinette didn’t move either, calming down from her fright. She started to think about what she saw, how it looked familiar. Slowly, she eased up the pillow, peeking underneath. A little cat with big green eyes peered back up at her.
Marinette immediately removed that pillow, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Oh my gosh, you scared me!" she lightly scolded, reaching out to gently scratch the cat's chin, earning a pleased purr from the cat.
She stopped when the cat responded to her. "I usually have that effect on people."
Her alarm grew as the cat floated up.
"Sorry for the scare, kiddo, it was too tempting and I just can't help myself."
"Wha-wha," Marinette stammered.
"Name's Plagg. I'm a kwami, I give powers to people and I picked you to receive them."
"What?!"
"Yeah, surprising, I know. Anyway, do you have food? I'm hungry."
Marinette gaped at him. Then gave a slow nod.
A few minutes later, she sat at her desk, trying to process the situation as Plagg was inhaling a platter of cheese. And she processes. And stares.
“So,” she finally started off, “you give powers?”
Plagg confirmed, wrapping his mouth against a block that’s nearly as big as his head.
“And you picked me?”
Plagg somehow swallowed, body bounding a little from the motion. Letting loose a satisfied sigh, Plagg turned to her with a broad grin. “Yes! You caught my eye as a goody two shoes. My power can be incredibly dangerous, so best given to someone who isn’t going to misuse that.”
“What makes you think you can trust me?!” Marinette demanded.
“What makes you think I shouldn’t?”
Marinette let loose a sound that was between a hollow laugh and a shaky moan. “I, I’m clumsy! I can’t do anything right! I don’t have friends I…” she physically slouched, “I’m a bad pick.”
“For a bad pick, you know your cheese,” Plagg said, holding up a block of cheddar, taking a deep sniff of it. “It’s not Camembert, but it’s delicious .”
“Anyone can pick out cheese,” Marinette replied, very baffled.
“Yeah, but not many would set up a whole platter for me!”
“But you said you were very hungry.”
“And I am!”
Marinette slouched, a little at a loss.
Plagg gestured to the platter, stating, “You went above and beyond for me, someone who snuck into your bag and hitchhike his way into your home.”
“...Are you saying I shouldn’t have given you food?”
“I’m saying that you went above and beyond for me. You have a kind heart. You shouldn’t be putting yourself down too much, there may be more to you than you realize.”
“How would you know?” Marinette wondered.
“Kwami ability,” Plagg declared. “We have sharper senses than you. I can know all I need at a single glance.”
Marinette leaned away, uncertain.
Plagg darted up and drew near, offering her a toothy smile. “I know you’re the creative sort, and that’ll go hand in hand with my destructive power.”
“Re-really?”
“Destruction is tied to creation,” Plagg said simply, “you destroy to create. Like, that hat there. It existed before as a piece of fabric and ribbon, but you have cut and reshaped, destroyed what it was before. It takes a real creative hand to know how to handle destruction.”
Marinette looked more at ease, hearing the sense of his words. Plagg continued, not one to ease up once he got going. “And you have a good heart for it. I know this power won’t be misused or endangered. That you won’t hurt anyone with it. Sadly the same can’t be said about my friend.”
“Your friend?” Marinette asked, leaning in.
Plagg grinned. He has her now, hook, line, and sinker. “Poor Nooroo, he’s in wicked hands, and his power is about to be unleashed upon Paris.”
Marinette looked alarmed at that.
“That’s why I’m picking a human, and I’ve picked you. Are you willing to help save my friend, Nooroo?”
“I… I guess I could try?” Marientte offered, still uncertain but a tad convinced.
“You’ll have a little bit of a challenge,” Plagg forewarned, “but you should be able to manage it. And you won’t be by yourself, not for long.”
Marinette set her arms on the desk, asking, “So, I’ll have someone to help me?”
“Yes. Just not right away. I don’t know when he’ll get here, but my counterpart, Luuna, she picked her own kid. That kid is due to arrive soon, I just don’t know how soon.”
“Can I handle this Nooroo’s misuse on my own?”
“Technically , yes. If Paris takes damage, well, it’s just going to have to deal with it until Luuna can arrive. Or you're able to get to the villain’s minions before they can do too much.”
“Ok. so, what can Nooroo do?”
“He is a kwami of transformation. He can change someone into a hero. He can change an object into something else. He can also change someone’s current mood. More likely than not, his power will be used to transform people into supervillains.”
“Ok,” Marinette murmured shakily.
“Best power I have to counter this is Purgatory,” Plagg revealed. “Touch your target and you will slip into their subconscious. Seek out what haunts them, and destroy it. Doing so, you’ll wake up and the victim will be free of Nooroo’s power.”
“That doesn’t sound too hard,” Marinette said, more to herself.
“It’s not,” Plagg agreed, “and I’ll allow it to be even easier! I’m such a generous kwami, you know. You can also use Black Hole. A power of shadowmancy. Travel through shadows, manipulate them as you would like. This way you can REALLY sneak up on them. Even come out of their own shadow!”
Marinette perked at that. “That’s actually going to make this really easy. Are there any limits to Black Hole?”
“You can’t use it to travel far, but hey! Any shadow that is near you in a certain perimeter, you can come out of.” On her desk, Plagg drew a circle with a star in it. It glowed black and from it a ring with a green paw pad in the center appeared. “Slip this on and things will be official.”
Marinette took a breath and slowly released it. This, this was a big moment. But, what Plagg offered her, it sounded easy. It sounded like she had the bigger edge here than whoever had Nooroo.
But she also can’t say for sure that she will know what was going to happen.
But she picked up that ring and slipped it on, feeling a coolness and calm rush over her, the shadows in her room seem to darken for a moment before the light returned to normal. She turned to Plagg to find him grinning at her. “Looking forward to working with you, kiddo.”
#miraculous ladybug#kwami swap#cat!marinette#maotif#lady noire#Marinette and Plagg#marinette dupain-cheng#plagg#magical duo au#ml fic#Punchie writes
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J Squad x Reader || Drabble
Plot: You worked at the circus as a sort of roadie for a while and kept contact with Jerome throughout his times in Arkham - so of course when he and his 'squad' need a place to hide out before they find Oswald, he of course thinks of you.
So now you're spending the night with the infamous Jerome Valeska, the haunting Scarecrow and the unstable Jervis Tetch in your home.
Warnings: ... I don't think so? Oddly enough? Jervis doesn't rhyme though so there's that. I'm sorry. I cant rhyme ha ha.
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When you opened the door to reveal the three stooges in black and white Arkham stripes, the muscles in your arm flinched- ready to slam the door shut again before rethinking that. Lets try not to insult them, Y/N. That would be for thr best.
"Um... " You eye the two in the back, first. The unmistakable figures of The Scarecrow and Jervis Tetch, an eyebrow raised. Your gaze flickers to the familiar form of Jerome in end though, at the centre like usual. "I assume this is not a social call?"
"We're in need of a place to hide out- Jerome lead us here to... you." A deep, muffled, nightmarish voice comes from the Scarecrow and you nod to him. Thanks. I figured. Jerome himself turns back to you from making a throat slicing / cut-it-out motion with his hand and his neck at Crane, and breaks out in a forced smile. You can tell what kind of expression he's trying to make, as the wide spance of his grotesque lips stretch the tiniest bit. A flicker of movement. And he tilts his head to the side.
"I mean... " His eyebrows push up his forehead. "It could be both??"
"Mhm." Sure. You sigh, though, and step to the side so that they can come into your apartment. What? Like you're going to say no to these three?? You might be friends with Jerome but Jervis wont hesitate to hypnotise you- no matter that Jerome thinks he's the boss.
And that would be the more pleasant way to go; You for sure don't want to see the business end of that fear toxin.
"Man, this sure is nice of you, Y/N." Jerome rattles off, walking around your place picking things up, assessing them from the bottom up, and then putting them back in a slightly different position. Oh, you're going to hate him by the end of this. He glances up at you, sees your glare at what he's doing and smirks as he continues. "Nice place you have, too! Cant believe you never sent me pictures to cure me of Looney Bin Boredom- you rascal. Luckily I found these guys. They're fucked up, A.K.A, Lotsa fun. They've been reading your letters, too! ShArInG iS cArInG! Right? Hahahaha." Oh, great.
I forgot how much he t a l k s.
"Heh," Now Tetch, who stayed standing beside you rather then venturing blindly into your home like his colleagues did, speaks up for the first time and you calm at the chance to listen to a voice not quite as rough and headachy, as your friend's. "Anyway, thank you very much for allowing us to stay, miss! I'd be happy to take a lay, on the floor, if either Mr Crane or Mr Valeska would like the couch?"
Jerome perks up like a parrot and raises his finger. "Um- I'll take Y/N's bed- "
The Scarecrow's neck practically snaps as he turns to the red headed freak and shakes his head. "You will not." Oh, how sweet, you think, pleasantly surprised at the manners the other two villains are demonstrating. "You may be permitted the couch; I'll take the floor with Mr Tetch."
Jerome huffs, and on his way past you to the kitchen hisses your way - which just so happens to also still be Tetch's way, - a mimic of the Scarecrows voice, but slightly airier and lustier. "'I'll take the floor with Mr TETCH!'" Then he disappears into your tiny kitchen to eat, probably, all your goddamn food and possibly some pigeons from out the window. Or at least he'll make some horrible creation out of what's in your cupboard. You can only hope he doesn't try to feed it to anyone.
This leaves you to stand awkwardly alone in the living room with the other, unfamiliar two. One sitting on the couch fiddling with the mechanism on his wrist and the other still standing awkwardly beside you like he doesn't quite know what else he can do.
After a moment, Tetch turns to you with an awkward smile. "Mr Crane and I aren't, uh, romantically involved like Jerome insinuated-
"Don't worry; I know." You assure, still very awkward yourself. Then add an understanding, "Jerome.", as if that explains everything. He nods. It does.
"Right."
"S-so, um... do either of you want, uh... " Glancing at Jervis, gaze flickering up to his hat and the card with a head size scrawled on it, you shrug. "Tea? O-Or... " Looking at the Scarecrow, then, you really don't know what to say. What on earth do Scarecrows drink!? What would be appropriate to offer?? "... coffee?"
"Oh!" Tetch immediately brightens up, starry eyed at the suggestion. He looks like he may have clapped his hands together if he weren't holding a pile of neat looking clothes in his arms. "Tea would be wonderful!" Do they not offer tea at Arkham???
You know what; Probably not.
"Coffee, thank you." The Scarecrow nods, not looking up from his device at first, before something occurs to him and he moves slowly to look at you. "Also, do you have a toolkit?"
"Uh, yah!" Oh, thank god. Tea, coffee, toolbox- all things you can do instead of standing here like a scared, weirdly awkward ninny. "I'll grab it for you."
He returns to his work. "Thank you."
"No problem."
"Uh, actually, miss." Tetch pipes up again, evidently set at ease now since theirs a promise of tea. "I'd like to enquire- would you like some assistance with the tea?"
"Oh, no. I'll be okay, but thank you for offering! I'll get the tea going then bring out a bunch of blankets and pillows for you guys while it heats up. And the toolbox." These two are weirdly polite. Then you tilt your head to the side. "Is there anything else you'd like while I'm here?"
"Indeed! Could you direct me to a place I can get changed?"
"Oh!" You point down the hallway that Jerome slipped through. "Just down the hall- the bathroom is the door a few feet down from and across from the kitchen."
"Ah! Thank you, dear." He nods, his eyes crinkle in a smile, then goes off the way you pointed.
You sigh, silently. Relieved.
... Okay.
Okay. This might work out alright, for you. You might not die.
So far so good.
Then a BAM! sound comes from the kitchen, causing you to jump basically out of your skin while the Scarecrow doesn't even flinch, before you're off to possibly kill Jerome- depending on what kind of damage he's done to your kitchen. "Jerome!!"
"Oopsie!!"
#Fox Gotham Drabble#Gotham Drabble#J Squad x Reader#J Squad#Jerome Valeska#Jerome Valeska x Reader#Jervis Tetch#Jervis Tetch x Reader#Scarecrow#Scarecrow x Reader#Jonathan Crane#Jonathan Crane x Reader#Gotham x Reader
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I HAVE A CRAZY IDEA- YOU KNOW THOSE ALTERNATE REALITY SWITCHEROO- OKAY SO WHAT ABOUT THIS. VILLAIN YUU AND REPORTER YUU WAS JUST CHILLING WITH THE CHAOS AS THE CIVILIANS/VILLAINS/HEROES AND MINIONS JUST DUKE IT OUT BUT THEN ONE OF THEM ACCIDENTALLY PUNCHES A BUTTON ON A MACHINE THAT BLASTS BOTH OF THE YUU'S AND BAM BOTH OF THEM SWITCH PLACES.
THE OG VILLAINS AND HEROES ARE DEATHLY TERRIFIED BECAUSE YUU JUST LOOKS SO VILLAINY AND EVIL WHILE THE SWAP VILLAINS ARE HAVING A STROKE ABOUT YUU BECAUSE THEY LOOK A LOT MORE NORMAL.
OG VILLAINS: YUU? WHAT HAPPENED?
VILLAIN!YUU: S c r e a m
SWAP CIVILIANS: VILLAINOUS YUU?? U H-
REPORTER YUU: oh god. an alternate reality.
THE EFFECT LASTS FOR A WEEK AND THE OG VILLAINS ARE A LITTLE CONCERNED BECAUSE YUU IS ACTUALLY GOOD WITH COMING UP WITH SCHEMES AND ALL WHILE SWAP CIVILIANS ARE JUST CONFUSED BECAUSE OF YUU NOT REACTING ON THEIR ADVANCES
OG VILLAINS: uh, y u u?
VILLAIN YUU: *building a doomsday device* yeah?
OG VILLAINS: watcha got there?
VILLAIN YUU: a smoothie.
SWAP CIVILIANS: yuu, you are so gorgeous/handsome/beautiful/you look like vil
REPORTER YUU: thanks
CROWLEY IS QUACKING AT BOTH OF THEM- THE OG VILLAIN CROWLEY IS VERY PROUD AT YUU WHILE THE OTHER ONE IS ALSO PROUD BECAUSE YUU ISN'T GETTING FLUSTERED ANYMORE AT THESE CIVILIANS THEY ALSO USE THEIR FEDORA TO GET AWAY FROM THEM AND THE COPS
@era-the-witchy-birdkid said: One of the TWST villains invention has blown up and has swaped Reporter Yuu with the harrassed supervillain Yuu, who was the unlucky villain whose invention did it. And what happens in both worlds before it is fixed.
Anonymous said: Some part of me that craves angst thought about what the if superhero!Yuu met villain!Yuu. Maybe a certain lazy cat laid on the controls of a alternative universe hopper and accidentally brought the ‘good’ version in for a visit. Of course, the Supervisor would help the Perfect home, but afterwards wonders “Why do they get to be happy and I don’t?”
Anonymous said: What if civilians!NRC meet reporter!yuu, like villain!yuu was making a multiverse type of machine but then one of them press the button and BOOM reporter!yuu is there
Thank you for the asks, dear anons, Era-the-witchy-birdkid, and Glerpsartdump!
The OG villains are initially a lot more cautious when confronting Villain!Yuu...right up until one of them opens their mouth and Villain!Yuu literally cringes away, and goes to hide under the covers in Yuu’s apartment bed. Then they’re just gently approaching them, like a frightened wild animal.
Villain!Yuu is the most terrified. Of course, it figures that those weirdos would even make better villains that Yuu does. Just another way in which Yuu is a failure of everything they’re supposed to be. At least Yuuken is here too, even if he’s a bit awkward around them.
It legitimately upsets the villains to see the normally stubborn and brave Yuu like this. Especially Divus, given that Yuu keeps flinching away from him. He prods them a little, and manages to gather that their version of Crowley basically told them repeatedly that the other villains would only try to get closer to Yuu take advantage of their status as heir, and that there’s no other reason why people would try to interact with them. They’re pathetically grateful for even a ruffle of their hair, let alone a hug.
Crowley just points to this as a sign of his wisdom and kindness, see if he hadn’t abandoned Yuu, they would have ended up like this! Is he not ki—Crewel shoots him a death glare and Crowley immediately shuts up.
It makes the villains become determined to never see Yuu be forced into taking control of the League.
Meanwhile Villain!Yuu is just happy that the villains aren’t trying to fluster them or take their place as successor. They’re still a little scary, but it’s so much easier to just talk to them as equals rather than trying to pretend to be scarier than they are to civilians. Plus they don’t even try to break Yuu’s inventions!
The sad thing is Villain!Yuu knows why Reporter!Yuu gets to be happy and they don’t. It’s because Villain!Yuu was raised by Crowley, and they’re a failure of a creation. At least the other Yuu found happiness outside of that idea, which means Yuu could do the same once they take over the league.
Crewel makes Villain!Yuu promise to ask his other self to meet his sister and her husband to get piano lessons when they return. He sends them back with some of his personal notes on his Yuu’s development to help convince him of the benefits.
Reporter!Yuu takes one look at Villain!Yuu’s life and declares they’re adopting them as their new sibling and taking them home with them. Sorry V!Yuu universe, too bad, so sad.
Now Reporter!Yuu just has to figure out how to steal Villain!Yuu after they switch back.
They’re at least glad that Yuuken, Grim, and the other starter minions are still with them, and that the civilians seem to look out for them for the most part, even if they’re a little awkward around Reporter!Yuu.
The NRC civilians don’t like it as much when Reporter!Yuu uno-reverses their flirting right back onto them, and calls them out on freaking out their Yuu so much all the time. They’ve been held in hostage situations by dangerous supervillains who think holding an entire restaurant hostage is an appropriate date, this bunch of flirts can’t even make them break a sweat. They aren’t even trying to pretend to be a villain, but they seem almost...more dangerous, somehow? Too attractive, help.
Crewel is pleasantly surprised when experiment #Y26(B) asks to spend time with him, and even knows a song about how evil he is! Maybe he should spend some more time with the original #Y26(A)...?
Crowley hears about this other Yuu, but never actually gets to see them. He’s too busy trying to deal with this odd new hero in a fedora who’s tp’d his entire office, stolen his car and house keys, and locked him in a broom cupboard that’s oddly resistant to all attempts he makes to get out.
Yuu buys a pad of sticky notes and tries to leave messages that will boost their other self’s self confidence all around the lair, just in case their plan to stealadopt their counterpart doesn’t work. They’re going to let the other Yuu know that they don’t have to take this, that they are strong enough to get out and do what they want to with their life, in whatever way they can, by hook or by crook.
They make a brief trip out to the country, and leave an identical fedora on Villain!Yuu’s bed with a note that says: For when you want to take that step.
#ask#era-the-witchy-birdkid#glerpsartdump#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland yuu#twst yuu#supervillain au#harrassed villain yuu au#yuuniverse#the prefect#the supervisor#dire crowley#twst crowley#divus crewel#twst crewel
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I would like to request! Can I request? Well I wish for you to consider what type of person/what kind of situation would cause the brothers to make a pact with someone. Maybe even what they would request in exchange? This can be before or after they met MC. With that out of the way, I totally binge read all of your works after my sister gushed to me about the True Form series, and just thank you??? It made me really happy reading them and it's always impressively detailed and well thought out.
Awww thank you! I’m glad it’s rave-worthy! I plan to add to it soon bc it was an absolute riot to write and research for lol
And wow this one is a toughie! I’ve actually never thought of what would make them want a pact! Hope ya like it!
Lucifer- Pact of Success
Absolutely the hardest brother to do business with, but that is probably a good thing. He is incredibly selfish with his contracts. Sure, they’ll benefit from his pact mark, but he will get the most out of it. Aside from MC he only takes requests for contracts from the human “elite”. They make wonderful feathers in his cap.
But also he takes some enjoyment in breaking them. They always get so cocky with his contracts thinking that they have him on the ropes and at their beck and call. It gives him a good chuckle, humans are so brazen considering their very short lifespan.
He destroys them slowly over time- all the little minutia he peppers in his legal bindings adds up. Not that his normal clientele ever read the fine print. But he designed it that way to make sure they don’t. All their requests are the same and so simplistic. Big boats, fancy cars, climbing the proverbial ladder faster than their friends or enemies - blah-blah-blah. At least the paperwork is easy to complete.
Very rarely does he find a contract he is excited to make. Those contracts are given to artists and craftsmen he sees potential in. He loves good art, and every artist should take pride in their work.
When it comes to the “price” of his pact it is worryingly simple. All he wants is some of their time. It sounds simple, and it is. Which is why it’s dangerous. The contract doesn’t specifically say how or the rules of it. How he takes your time is completely up to him.
Sometimes he simply comes for a drink and to ask how business is going. Or with the pacts he gives a damn about- he pops in to see progress on their artist visions or listen to their latest musings.
Other times if he grows tired of his pact holders’ ever-growing demands or ludicrous requests he comes and takes time right out of their lifespan. His visits leave them weak and fatigued though they can’t place why. He is a slow siphon of death and they are too foolhardy to notice. If he is feeling especially cruel, or sentimental he takes memories, things that a demon generally wouldn’t want.
Time with family, the first time they met the love of their life, a child’s birthday. He takes them all and leaves them with only a blurry recollection in his wake
When MC crosses his path though he is very apprehensive. He doesn’t want a pact or anything that could jeopardize Diavolo’s upcoming plans. But they make his skin itch with want. He doesn’t want them to be another trophy on his wall. He wants a mutually beneficial pact, one that almost leans in their favor and it grates him. Should/ when a pact is made he won’t use his powers on you as then he would have to take something in return. Instead, he takes his time and coaches them to be successful by their own right, though if he has to eliminate some obstacles- well they don’t need to know that.
Mammon- Pact of Riches
I love his man with all my heart, but even when he isn’t losing bets or getting tricked into pacts he still isn’t the most selective with who he conducts business with. He is the avatar of greed, after all. I guess it comes with the territory.
He scouts for already wealthy humans or people with a good head for numbers and is money smart. Some are too smart to deal with him, knowing that whatever monetary gain they are granted from him will backfire in the end (or their mama’s taught them not to make deals with strange demons). But a sucker is born every minute, and he has nothing but time on his hands.
His pacts are pretty simple and upfront. Sign on the dotted line and they get some of his wicked gamblers’ luck and more riches than one human life span could do much with. While he gets a glorified accountant and a nice percentage of their profits. It’s a win-win… for him.
See he forgets to mention that there are two sides to every coin, and his flip side is particularly detrimental to one’s health. He just so conveniently glosses over that his luck will wear out over time depending on how frequently the pact holder uses it.
But the hunger for more doesn’t. If anything that particular sensation grows into an all-consuming fire in the pit of their pitiful guts. It forces them back into the seedy basements or griming gambling halls. One more roll, one more stack of bills, just one more time and they will hit pay dirt surly! But the losses just keep coming. If one of his pact holders ends up face down in a ditch after one too many bad hands and uncontrollable greed… well ain’t nobody’s fault but their own.
He has a softer spot for humans that seek him out and treat him like a living being instead of some tool to be tossed around at will. It’s refreshing. He will actually take some care with these pacts and tell them to temper their use of his magic so they can get the most out of it in the long run. They still might run into misfortune and he is genuinely sorry for that but there is only so much he can do in the end.
With MC he doesn’t even tell them about what his pact can do or how to use it. He doesn’t want anything bad happening to his human. If they want something tell him he will do it himself no magic or pact summoning required. He wants to keep them happy and healthy for as long as his lifespan will allow.
If MC should find how to use his pact mark he will get pissed. Not so much at them but the situation in general. He’ll be upfront about the whole thing, judge him how they want but he refuses to let greed consume them too. He focuses a lot of time and energy on learning how to reel in his magic with them so they get some of the perks but none of the major downsides. Unlike with his other pacts where he lets it all just run wild (just means they use up their contact faster and he can move on to even bigger fish).
Leviathan- Pact of Wisdom and Skill
Surprisingly, despite his antisocial tendencies with “normies”, he gets around when it comes to contracts. Perhaps it’s jealousy at his other brothers or perhaps he finds collecting contracts a bit of a game on its own.
He has a small niche of people interested in his pacts. Pacts with him give people a strategic advantage in nearly any situation. Seemingly overnight his humans turn into near tactical geniuses. Because of that, he is very popular with military leaders and humans with dangerous careers.
He also makes mini contracts with foot soldiers and humans with dangerous oceanic jobs. They just want to make it out alive and he gets that. With contracts like these, he is more lenient and doesn’t ask for much. Make an offering of fancy food to Henry 2.0 or wait in line for a rare human figuring he wants. Wam-bam thank you ma’am kinda business.
This is completely different from his larger contracts. With the military contracts, he expects them to continue with their duties until they die in the field. Simple as that, he doesn’t mince words in his contract. It’s what he would do as General so he expects it from them. Should they try to define him he will get rid of them.
He takes delight in defiant contract holders. They think they are as clever as he is now. But they forget that they are using his magic. He could take his magic away right after they defy him sure...but he won’t. He lets them stew for a bit, thinking they have had the last laugh on envy. If they wish to play games with a General then he will make sure it’s good.
With MC he plays on easy mode, granting them insight and little touches of his magic during exam week or when playing a game against his brothers. He wants nothing in return from them but some quality hangout time.
Satan- The Pact of Retribution
As the only pure-blooded demon out of the seven, he does these pacts out of necessity like most other demons. While the others do it more so out of monetary gain and an obligation to the crown. Or if you’re Belphie, sheer enjoyment.
He does it because he hungers, it a hole in his very self that he is trying to fill. He hunts for one reason only- relief from his cardinal sin. He will never feel the calm after a storm of rage naturally. Patience and tranquility are the antitheses of his very creation. So he gets it artificially through his contracts.
He looks for the downtrodden, angry, and the most bitterly despondent humans he can find and gives them the chance to seek vengeance. He is very upfront with what his pact entails. Once the vengeance is complete his rage will consume them and they will become another soul for him to consume.
He isn’t cruel about the process or tries to trick a human into a mark. Very few of the ones he approaches turn him down even after hearing the details. It is possible that humans once shot to get even and he gets to feel bliss, to feel calm. He finds out that the longer or more obscure the plan for retribution is the sweeter the outcome is for Satan.
If he is feeling super ornery he will go after people affected by the outcomes of Lucifer’s pacts. They are easy prey and almost as wrathful as Satan himself. Bonus it aggravates Lucifer to no end when he has to go out of his way to clean up the mess Satan’s contract made of his own. Anything to piss him off makes Satan feel all the better.
With MC he doesn’t need to use his pact magic. Mostly because they are always around him in the Devildom, and no one is stupid enough to mess with someone Satan favors. If someone or something does irritate his MC he will take it out before it can fester into something his magic will try to latch onto. Keeping you calm and happy makes him feel almost tranquil as well.
Asmodeus- Pact of Gratification
Another very popular pact to try to get, and how could it not? He is fabulous~ But as much as people try to find him, he only goes for a certain type of contract. He has his perfectly manicured fingers on the pulse of the fashion and beauty industry.
His name is a whisper among the up and comers in the business. Many-while not looking for a pact - at least want to see him at least once. Many never will, they get cut from their agency or quit before they could get a foothold. It happens, and he hates to see it. Everyone deserves to feel gorgeous, or at least get a chance to be in the same room as him!
But for the ones the perceiver and climb the ranks get invited to one of his many parties. They can only get invited by someone wearing his mark. He trusts them to know who would be amenable to his contract.
His pact grants its bearer a glamor that can’t be broken by any meer mortal or mage. It makes them absolutely irresistible. How they wield that power is completely up to the user, he won’t judge or intervene.
Once they sign the contract all his holders see him frequently. He absolutely loves dropping in on their shoots or fancy dinners to say hi or get a recap on how they are fairing. Not because he is a nice demon or just super friendly (though they would like to think so). No, he just likes to watch.
His payment is slow, methodical and no one sees it happen until it is already complete. In exchange for beauty and the graduation of getting whatever their little hearts could as for he gets their ability to love, whether that be familiar or sexual. Asmo loves the feeling of being loved; he wants it in all ways possible.
Some pact holders don’t have an issue with this. They got their looks, a successful career, and people to manipulate to their heart’s content. Not having strong contentions with anyone works in their favor. But others don’t and while they search for him to try and get that little slice of humanity back he is long gone. He got what he wanted anyway.
MC is his darling. He can and will make a special contract just for them (reviewed by Lucifer). A beautiful new contract for a beautiful soul! He wants you as unchanged as possible because this MC is the one he fell for.
Beelzebub- Pact of Prowess
His pact is a very elusive one as he isn’t keen on going and looking for one. Beel isn’t a big fan of these trades, but he needs them every once and a while. Nothing is more filling than a contracted soul.
His trade is basic, make a pact and you get his strength. He, like Satan, is upfront about what his payment is and what side effects will plague them. He sees no reason to lie about it. The more they draw on his power the more the host's body gorges itself. Their bones will collapse in on themselves from the stress of it- the magic feeds on anything in the host bodies. It will deplete the iron in the blood, go after the calcium in the bones, sink its teeth in their muscle system.
It’s all rather gruesome and Beel does feel bad about it. He tells though who are still adamant about binding with him ways they can negate some of the side effects by taking supplements and augmenting their diets.
But it is like patching a deep cut with a bandaid, it just won’t work. His stomach is near bottomless- humans most certainly aren’t. They simply can’t eat enough to sustain their body like he can.
It surprises him that people still seek him out. To some, the pros outweigh that very huge cons. Some really do believe that they can find a loophole or find the right mix of medication to offset it.
He doesn’t get beaten up about it anymore but it gets on his nerves how obstinate humans can be about his very clear warnings. When his magic finally consumes them he takes both the body and soul back down with him and feasts on both.
With MC he keeps an eye out on them. Consistently checking in, making sure they don’t skip a meal, and join him at the gym often. He wants them to be strong and healthy enough to not ever want to use his pact. Though he does speculate that their angelic bloodline buffers both his and his brother’s magic a good bit.
Belphegor- Pact of the Visionary
Dreamers come in every shape and size and from different walks of life. But they are are all suckers to Belphie. He is known as the Lord of Decet for a reason.
He will promise them everything and anything their heart desires. That invention that will change the world? Done. A patent that is long overdue. Easy enough. A sudden rush of ingenuity to complete that nagging project. He is a devil of his word, it will be done. It- just won’t be done in the way they would want it.
See manipulating the physical realm is hard work. Like a lot of hard work. More than he would ever do for some stupid little human. It’s a lot easier to control outcomes in his realm.
The moment the contract is signed his hosts fall under his control and he takes it from there building a perfect little dream world for them to frolic in and believe they are getting what they want. He feeds off of them here, taking little sips from their energy and exploring these new fresh dream worlds. His dreamscapes get boring every once and a while, so having a new human under his influence is always refreshing.
While his humans thrive inside their minds their bodies waste away in bed as his magic draws them further and further into an endless sleep.
He doesn’t see anything wrong with his contracts. Who would argue with him that the dream realms aren’t real in their own sense? Did his humans not accomplish their goals in the end? He doesn’t think of the outside effects of his magic and pacts. Belphie really doesn’t care about what families he broke apart or lives he inadvertently affected.
MC is different to him though. He doesn’t keep them under his spell hardly ever (maybe if they are spending too much time with Dia or Lucifer. But he doesn’t push it with them.).He still walks into their dreams whenever he feels but he comes just to visit, not to change. He simply just enjoys keeping you company and relaxing in the little mini paradise you always seem to create in your dreams.
#obey me#request!#obey me luficer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#headcanon
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An Adventure With You - G’raha Tia x WoL
After giving away the plot of the last story to Y’shtola, I almost didn’t write one for G’raha. I mean, I couldn’t help jotting down the best part of this story and then BAM! Gotta write it now! To tadaaaaaaaaa!
Happy Starlight everyone
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Heaving the bag onto the counter, I catch the attention of the lalafellin behind it.
“And there you have it,” I say. “One delivery from Limsa, ready for the children of Ul’dah.”
Momodi smiles. “Ah, our most prominent of the Saint’s Little Helpers. And the busiest if I do say so myself.”
I wave a hand. “Not another word.” My elbows meet the counter and my face, my hands. “I mean it. Please. For the love of the Twelve, please tell me that’s the last delivery.”
Pulling the bag behind the counter, the woman laughs. “Have plans for the Starlight Celebration, do we?”
Thoughts of another outspoken woman—one who threatened every shin within reach should any of us miss the holiday—come to mind. “Sort of.”
“Well not to worry. That was the last available delivery so you’re free to enjoy whatever adventuring you have planned.”
“Oh I don’t know if it’ll be that exciting,” I hum, turning to look out at the room. A familiar scarlet man catches my attention waiting by the door. “Alright, I suppose if my job’s done, I’ll be on my way.”
She bids me happy holidays as I take my leave to join my boyfriend. Noticing the glowing grin on his face, I can’t help mirroring the expression.
“No more deliveries for the realm’s hero?” he asks in a chipper mood.
“Nope. I’m officially free to return to Revenant’s Toll. Did you finish that errand?”
An ear tips. “Errand?”
I pause. “Didn’t you say you had an errand to attend to? That’s why you couldn’t deliver the gifts with me.”
“Oh! That errand.” His brief bout of shock turns to a smile. “Yes, that’s all taken care of.”
“That’s good. What was it?”
“Excuse me?”
“What was the errand?” I insist.
“It was…the uh…” The evasive subject comes to him. “The Weaver’s Guild. Tataru asked me to pick up some textiles for another one of her creations.”
Suspicious of his claims, I fold my arms. “So where are they?”
“What?”
“If Tataru asked you to pick up something for her, don’t you think she’ll be upset if you go home without it?”
His gaze drops to the ground. “Oh, damn!”
I laugh. “Do you need to go back?”
Shoulders slump and the man groans “Yes” before slinking off back towards the Steps of Thal.
Something is clearly going on here. Granted, it’s not terribly difficult to fluster G’raha, but it still takes effort. In absence of said effort, he’s acting strange. I’m sure it has something to do with the pending Starlight Celebration, but I wouldn’t appreciate having the surprise spoiled, so I elect to wait by the Aetheryte to see what happens next.
Sometime later, I’m surprised by my boyfriend strolling up with an armful of fabric. Perhaps I was wrong.
“So he returns,” I tease. Spotting me, G’raha gives that sheepish smile that I love. “And with the goods that will save him from the wrath of the Scion’s coin keeper.”
“Aye. T’would not be a good day at The Risings Stones to upset her,” he sighs. “Shall we return home?”
In agreement, we travel back to Revenant’s Toll. Our jobs are not done however, as Tataru and F’lhaminn need tasks done to prepare for the day of the Starlight Celebration—which involves collecting a lot of food and drink. Even in the hustle and bustle, though, the excitement of promised day is almost overwhelming.
And it does not disappoint.
The day starts with the most amazing smell of breakfast. Enough praises cannot be sung for Tataru and F’lhaminn for all their hard work this year in making today feel like a proper holiday. Everyone enjoys the food and company of their comrades. It’s loud and boisterous and busy, but it’s family.
Everyone chips in to rightfully relieve the two women of cleaning duty, but after that, people begin passing around the gifts they’d gotten for each other.
“My love?”
Turning away from the twins, I face G’raha. Ears drawn, at the height of his bashfulness, he hands me a gift. It squishes in my hands; it’s soft. Surely this is fabric. Maybe I wasn’t wrong.
The softest fabric tumbles like ruby liquid between my fingers, the golden design glittering in the light of the tree. The intricacies of the weave are mesmerizing and it radiates an irresistible heat. I hastily wrap the fabric around my neck, instantly melting beneath the gentle warmth.
“I’m never taking this off.”
He chuckles as I bury my face into the radiating fabric. “You might change your mind come summer. But I know how much the cold has been getting to you lately.”
“Your cuddles may become obsolete with this,” I tease, immediately receiving a frown. Hanging from the end of the tassels are little crimson gems that must be the source of its magic. “Are these fire crystals?”
“Aye, I spent a long time looking for those. Then I had to find someone who could whittle them down into something manageable—something that wouldn’t light the fabric or the wearer on fire.”
“Much appreciated.” After weeks of enduring the frigid weather in the name of the Starlight Celebration, I cannot get enough of this scarf. “My gods, I could die happy and warm right now.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
As much as I want to find a corner to nap in my newfound comfort, I remember that he’s not the only one with something to give. Yes, G’raha’s gift is much appreciated, but I’m dying to see the look on his face when he sees what I got him. Reaching beneath the tree, I retrieve the small box for him. He studies it, giving it a little shake near his ear before I insist he opens it. Peeling back the wrappings and lifting the lid, his eye spark with intrigue.
“I’ve never seen anything like this.” The contents are dumped into his palm, the single gold piece worn but still decidedly foreign. The scholarly side of him takes over as he inspects his present. “It must be some sort of currency, but this writing is certainly nothing I’ve come across. Where did you get it?”
Full of pride, I beam. “I got it from a merchant ship in Limsa. I grilled the man long and hard about its origins before he gave me this.” Reaching under the tree a second time, I grab the parchment tied together with a ribbon and hand it over.
Even more perplexed, G’raha undoes the ribbon, allowing the paper to unfurl and reveal its contents. “Is…Is this a map?” I nod while he scrutinizes the ink. “But I don’t know any of these…Wait. Is this a map of the New World?”
“I got it from a reliable source that there are lost cities of gold there that sparkle with unimaginable beauty.” He awes at my words until I smirk. “If you’re up for another adventure, that is.”
G’raha lunges, nearly knocking me to the ground in his excitement. It’s not until others remark his childlike excitement that he somewhat settles, and even then, he continues to pelt me with questions of what I heard from the merchant. It’s all I can do to remind him that I’ve never been there and indulge his theoretic fantasies of what awaits us in this new land.
The Celebration dies out as the day passes. People filter out to go see other friends and family or go out for drinks, and some even amble to bed. Curled against my darling, sharing my gift, and watching him pour over his new map, I sit content for hours. The moon has risen nearly to its apex, counting down the final moments of this wonderful holiday. Tataru has already locked up and gone to bed, leaving G’raha and I as the last celebrants still awake in The Rising Stones.
“Alright,” I hum, standing with a stretch. “We’d best be off to bed, sweetheart.”
“Hm?” It’s plain to see he’d study that thing all night if I let him. “It is late, isn’t it.”
I pass a gentle pam against his cheek. “Did you enjoy your Starlight Celebration?”
On his feet, the man nuzzles his nose to mine. “I got to spend it with you, didn’t I?”
“Raha,” I scold, feeling the heat rush to my face. Getting my heart fluttering is one of his specialties.
A soft chuckle ripples in him. His crimson gaze wanders past me and that sappy demeanor fades. It’s worrying and I almost ask him what’s wrong, but before I can ask, he smiles at me.
“I must say, Tataru and F’lhaminn did an amazing job with the tree.”
My attention turns to the magnificent tree that’s guarded The Rising Stones for a few weeks now.
I amble closer to it. “It’s a shame the holidays are over; it looks lonely without any gifts.”
“Well, there is still one gift,” G’raha points out.
“Huh?” He must be wrong; there’s nothing to be found underneath. “No there’s not.”
“Check the branches, my dear.”
Confused, I search the branches but find no flaw in the decorating skills of my fellow Scions. Wait, no, there is something that doesn’t quite belong. Sitting just below the star is a maroon square that would not pass Tataru’s perfectionist eyes. Curiosity gets the better of me and I reach for it.
It’s a box—velvet coated with a tag tied to it with a cerulean ribbon. The only name on it is my own.
Careful fingers pry the hinged box open and the shock is so powerful I nearly drop the thing. Nestled in the velveteen fabric is a shining golden ring, embedded with sparkling blue gems that looking strikingly familiar.
Heart in my throat, I turn. Whatever I might have said is choked down when I find G’raha already down on one knee. His hands cup mine and, for a moment, we sit in stunned silence while his mouth opens and closes a few times.
Finally, he laughs in embarrassment. “You know, I thought I had this all figured out. But now that it’s here, I can scarce remember what I wanted to say.”
His name ghosts past my lips. “G’raha…”
“It would be easy to say that you captured my heart the moment we met but, honestly, whose heart haven’t you touched?” I can feel the nervous trembling in his fingers. “I’ve spent so long trying to figure out my place in your story, hoping that at least once, I made a difference that you would be proud to share in your retellings. I always thought I was just another passing face to you. But time and again, you proved me wrong.” His ears flatten with a grimace, quickly replaced by a smile laced with tears. “You have no idea how happy it made me when you spoke my name before I tried to banish the light of Norvrandt to the Rift.” All I can do is awkwardly laugh with him through the tears. “I wanted so desperately to join you in your exploits, but I’ve realized, in these last few months, that the adventure doesn’t matter to me anymore. I-I mean, I still want to go on adventures with you—but even between the heroics, during the rest and recovery, I want to be part of your life.” His hands tighten. “I could fill enough tomes to fill the entirety of The Noumenon with all the things I love about you. You’re the adventure I’ve craved all my life and I would happily spend the rest of it at your side. I understand you’re the Warrior of Light among other things, but I would do anything if you would grant me greatest adventure and say ‘yes.’”
Silence falls between us.
I’m utterly in love with this man. We may have different views on memories and even my acclaimed titles, but he’s been my rock through it all. Even in our separation, it was his words and his hope that drove me forward. I would not be half the hero he claims me to be if not for him.
But there’s still silence.
His ears droop. “Love?”
I finally realize what’s happening, and slip a hand from his to giggle into my palm. “You didn’t ask the question.”
“O-Oh!” His face flushes but he’s beaming all the same. “I…You…Heh. You had me worried for moment.”
“G’raha.”
“Right!” The man takes a deep breath to banish his flustering. Turning those gorgeous ruby eyes on me, he finally asks, “Will you marry me?’
“Yes.”
He jumps to his feet to embrace me, hastily jamming mouths together in an ecstatic kiss. Once his enthusiasm becomes so much we might topple, I have to break away, not that it douses my happiness in the slightest. There’s smooching and hugging and a little bit of crying—we’re both pretty emotional right now.
Something in my brain clicks. “Oh my gods, you weren’t visiting the Weaver’s Guild, were you.”
He’s so pleased with himself. “Nope.”
“What about all that fabric you got for Tataru?”
That confidence falters. “Ah, well, I couldn’t have you guessing my surprise now, could I?”
“G’raha!”
“She was happy with the surprise at least.” Gently playing with my fingers, he adds, “I’m relieved it fits.”
Watching his thumb brush over the shining gems, I begin to wonder. “Are these…?”
“The Crystal Tower may not be part of me anymore, but it’s still important. It just seemed logical that a piece of it be entrusted to the person I wanted to spend my life with.”
I sigh. “And here I was so sure I’d found a gift you’d never be able to top.”
“Oh, an adventure with you is an incredible gift.” Grinning, he leans closer. “I just happened to choose a better one.”
Squishing that smile between my hands, I say, “Alright, I admit, that proposal was perfect.” My touch softens. “You never run out of surprises, do you.”
“So says the Warrior of Light.”
A laugh escapes me. “Never mind that. This will be the story I’ll gladly tell for years to come—a never ending adventure with the man I love most.”
That’s a blush I will never tire of seeing, one I’ll have the privilege of seeing for the rest of my days.
Words devolve into kisses that devolve into snuggles. Eventually, we end up fast asleep in front of the tree, only to be woken by a heckling duo of Thancred and Alisaie. There’s criticism and mockery of assumed midnight antics, but it all goes out the window when one of them spots my second gift. Scions cheer and celebrate as if it were yesterday all over again, passing around congratulations and, surprisingly, even more ale.
Through it all, and well past the excitement, I bask in my fiancé’s company. With each passing minute, I note that I love him more and more. I’ve lost many people and made so many sacrifices, so—in having this amazing, brilliant person to myself for the rest of my life—I’m so happy I could cry. G’raha has given me all I could’ve asked for and more and I only hope that, one day, he’ll understand exactly what he means to me.
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arceus gave shea the option to return to her “intended” forme, a proper pokemon body that resembles arceus & the origin formes of her kin however shea declined as she wanted to live among humans in a forme that resembled them. arceus granted this request however shea still has a pokeforme. shea also doesn’t really know this for the majority of her life nor does she rlly plan to exist in that forme until she feels like her adventures as a human are completely over. the key to this forme lies in the jeweled gracidea hairpin that is made from the same holy material as creation trios orbs, while shea does not know it by this name it’s known as the devotion orb.
cyrus when he captured her with the red chain was able to frenzy shea to a state where her human body could not take the combination of her power & the red chain suppressing said power & the devotion orb shines & in it’s glittery light shea morphs into this forme for the very first time. however as she was still captured by the red chain all they could do was struggle under the restraints until giratina swallows cyrus, dawn lucas & barry, + shea into the distortion world. once there shea is broken free & returns to her human forme to then battle cyrus along side her kin.
since then shea has been somewhat scared to test any transformation into this forme & has done this rarely & always within the hall of origin or under the watchful eyes of giratina in the distortion world. giratina is someone shea has complete trust in to take care of her should something go wrong, so she feels safe to transform into this forme & attempt to get used to this body under their watchful eye.
fun fact bc i decided this now that area zero bc its all time-space fucked has a negative effect on the devotion orb. area zero does not like shea it rejects her, this has been established before this post, it wants her GONE. it doesn’t even want to claim her life. it wants her out. however the distortions cause the devotion orb to grow unstable & there is a like 30% dice roll chance that shea will randomly lose her human forme & transform into her origin forme because time is wonkydonky. fuckitywuckity. she hates this shit btw shes so unused to 4 legs. dont worry im designing this soon u will have visuals i promise anyways i think it would be funny if shes exploring area zero & suddenly bAM BRIGHT LIGHT LEGS BAMBI WOBBLE MOMENT BEFORE FALLING ON THE GROUND.
ANYWAY dont ask shea to go into this forme she very much enjoys being a squishy lil human shaped hedgehog. she will turn on her silly arceus’ halo like a nightlight if you ask her to tho.
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