#shatter point lineage
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shoplifter
Pairings: Step Dad Mark x Security Guard Jeno x afab Reader
Summary: when you got caught stealing in a sex shop, you thought you'd earn another lecture from your stepdad. however, the lesson was not what you’d excepted
Genre: smut
Warnings: noncon elements, unprotected sex (be safe!), anal sex, rough sex, threesome, stepcest, double penetration, face slapping, pussy slapping, humiliation, degradation, fingering, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, creampie, overstimulation.
Word count: 3k+
THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL GIRL DINNER. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
You sat there, your gaze fixated on the ticking clock, the anticipation clawing at your nerves. The wait was killing you—you’d been caught in this stupid fucking store, having maybe tried to leave without paying. The rent-a-cop had seized you, dragging you into the dimly lit backroom, but you managed to pull the name of Mark Lee out of your pocket like a desperate trump card. A way to escape the clutches of this predicament. The guard had glowered at you, reluctantly agreeing to make the call.
Mark would undoubtedly give you hell for this, yet he would also ensure that this embarrassing incident remained hidden from prying eyes. He wouldn't want the world to know that his step-daughter had been caught in the act of petty larceny within the confines of a sex shop.
So, all you had to do was wait.
The guard had given you a hard time when you dropped Mark's name. As if your father—no, your stepfather, you had corrected him—being who you claimed, he was automatically invalidated any suspicion. According to the guard, if your lineage held true, you could afford those tantalizing toys and bottles of lubricant. And perhaps, on some level, the thrill of doing something forbidden excited you. You had made sure to emphasize that point, emphasizing both the ‘naughty’ and the ‘excited’.
Too bad your criminal career apparently went bust on your first heist.
Voices echoed outside the closed door. There was an edge to Mark's voice, a tone that sent a shiver down your spine. The guard, on the other hand, seemed to find immense amusement. Telling the rich and powerful that their children got busted stealing sex toys probably was the highlight of this guy’s week.
"Hi, Mark," you greeted him, mustering a demure smile as the door swung open.
"You have no idea how disappointed I am in you," he responded, his gaze cold and piercing. Gesturing towards the desk, he continued, his voice laced with disdain, "I've already had a chat with Jeno here... but I'd like to hear it from you. Did you steal these items?"
His eyes settled upon the incriminating evidence displayed on the desk—the dildo and the bottle of lube, silent witnesses to your foolishness. You merely shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that seemed to catch him off guard.
He sucked in a sharp breath. "You've been acting out, breaking rules since..."
"Since my mother died," you finished his unspoken words with a bitter edge.
The truth was, you had been defying rules long before that tragic event shattered your world. It was just that Mark had finally taken notice of your rebellious streak, particularly after he started sending you to that exclusive, expensive school and footing the bill for your reckless driving tickets. It had hurt, realizing that he only seemed to experience distant emotions—distant disappointment, distant pride, distant everything. But it wasn't you who had changed when the loss struck.
Still, you couldn't help but resent his attempt to guilt trip you using your mother's death. "Save the 'since your mom died' lecture for the drive home," you said sharply.
Mark scowled, a realization dawning upon you that you had never seen him truly angry. He had always kept his emotions at arm's length—detached disappointment, detached pride—those were the only versions of him you had witnessed lately. "Why did you do this?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.
"Because I wanted the damn dildo," you replied matter-of-factly. Your words hung in the air, unapologetic and unyielding. It didn't faze Mark. You even contemplated mentioning how lonely this summer would be since he had forbidden you from seeing those he deemed "bad influences."
"I understand, you know," Mark said, his voice devoid of its usual robotic tone. “And you could’ve paid for it, you have the money. I wouldn’t have judged you. We all need a release.”
You maintained your stance, reiterating and emphasizing your reasons. He just simply nodded. As you prepared to urge him forward, his hand landed firmly on your shoulder, and Jeno, the guard, promptly shut the door.
“Mark, wha–”
Confusion tinged your voice as you questioned what was happening, but the air in the room suddenly grew colder, the atmosphere thick with tension.
"As I mentioned, I spoke to Jeno," he began, his voice chillingly detached. "He won't pursue legal charges, and I've taken care of the stolen merchandise. However..." He paused, his words hanging ominously in the air, "I believe it's time for you to learn a lesson."
In an instant, the fabric of your shirt was torn away, leaving you gasping in surprise. Before you could react, Mark forcefully maneuvered you across the room, bending you over the edge of the desk. Shock and fear coursed through your veins as you struggled to comprehend his actions.
"What are you doing?" You exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and fear.
He leaned in close, his grip tightening on a fistful of your hair. "Sweetheart, we all have to control our desires and restrain our darker impulses," he whispered, his words laced with an unsettling intensity.
Your voice quivered as you registered the pressure against you, feeling something hard pressing into you. "What?!" you managed to utter, your mind reeling from the sudden turn of events.
“I’ve watched you prance around, debasing yourself, and I tried to reign myself in, thinking you just needed time. Time’s up.” With a forceful grip, he tore your skirt away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. "You've continued to defy me, and now it's time for you to understand the consequences of letting others have their way."
You tried to twist and strike him, but the guard grabbed your arms, wrestled them behind your back, and cuffed them. “Your daddy paid for some more toys as well.”
You struggled in vain, yelled your head off, and screamed when a hand dipped underneath your underwear and rubbed your pussy. It was only when Jeno cut you off by forcing a cloth into your mouth that you realized that it was Mark’s. You thrashed and moaned when a finger entered you. Your body shuddered, going very still when the next one entered, stroking inside.
“I wonder if this will be an effective punishment. She seems to be enjoying it.”
You shook your head and let out a furious growl until Mark pulled you up, working you over with his fingers. “You’re already wet, huh?” He asked, though it didn’t feel like a question. It felt like an observation, like he’s commenting on the weather and not your obvious arousal. “Jeno, come look at her. She’s so needy.”
“Fuck, she’s so turned on by this.” Jeno said, licking his lips as he looked down at you. He grabbed your bra and tugged, straps biting into your skin until they gave way. You squealed when he pinched a nipple. Sobbed when, while fondling that breast, he put his mouth on the other.
You shook your head. This was not happening. Your stepfather and some rent-a-cop were not raping you in a backroom at a sex shop. You were not, despite Mark’s assertions, ‘dripping wet’. You did not like being manhandled by two guys who knew what they were doing.
This was not happening.
You looked up, seeing Jeno pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Your eyes immediately went back to the odd stains in the ground when they landed on Mark. You were certainly not intimidated by seeing your stepdad’s cock.
“This is your place of business, Jeno. So I’ll let you pick, which hole do you want?”
Okay, he had humiliated you, fondled you, but your stepdad wasn’t going to fuck you. He wasn’t going to team with some random asshole to fuck you.
“Ass.”
“Grease her up.”
You stiffened at that. Jeno tossed a bottle—that lubricant you stole, over to Mark, who had managed to wrestle your panties off you as while warding off your attempts to kick him. You tried thrashing and wriggling when they held you down and two slick fingers pressed into your ass. You never let anyone there before, and you were not going to let it happen now. You tensed, clenched, and let out a cry as the man forced his fingers inside you. Someone slapped your ass hard.
“It’ll hurt more if you keep being a stubborn bitch.” Jeno growled.
An angry, forced cough from Mark, and he corrected himself. “It’ll hurt more if you keep being stubborn.”
Apparently his stepdaughter was not a bitch, even if he was going to rape you. That was almost funny. Then your ass was slapped again and again. Mark fingered you roughly, forcing his digits in and twisting. Eventually, you yielded, relaxing your muscles. It did not go unnoticed.
“See, baby? You can be a good girl.”
Jeno stood up and walked over to the chair, sitting down and motioning towards himself. With a grunt, Mark hoisted you over his shoulder—damn, he was in shape—and approached. As much as you tried to break free, you couldn’t. Then Mark positioned you, and Jeno put one his hands on your hip. Something much thicker than those fingers pressed against your ass. You let out a muffled attempt at a “no” as you were pulled down.
He was big.
You yowled, planted your feet on the floor and tried to stand; only for Jeno’s arms to loop around your waist and pull you back down.
”Goddamn… Relax your stiff little body, you bitch… My cock won’t fit if you are so tight.” Jeno grunted into your ear and then moved his hand to your chin, taking out the gag. His thumb slipped inside your mouth, pressing at the back of your throat.
Somewhere in the back of your head as you were lifted up and down, you were thankful for that—hopefully he wouldn’t last long.
You didn’t think you could last if he didn’t finish right quick.
“Tell me how good I’m fucking your greedy little ass.” Jeno growled into your ear, a hand flicking down to rub your clit.
Your legs were struggling to stay wrapped around his, and you whimpered against his neck. Getting no response, his hand that was rubbing your clit now slapped you across the face, and his thrusts slowed yet got harder as he slapped you once more.
“What the fuck did I say? Tell me how good I’m fucking your ass!” He yelled, grabbing you by the chin to look up at him.
Your eyes stung with hot tears from the pleasure, already feeling the all too familiar knot in your stomach forming. “Please! It feels so good! M’want more!” You said through gritted teeth, whining in pleasure as he slapped you across the face once more.
“You dirty fucking whore, giving you my cock and you still want more, hmm?” Jeno knew you were close, he could tell from the way you tightened around him and from your breathing pattern. Your eyes flicked over to Mark, who now was walking over to you.
“Oh? Seems like our little whore’s enjoying this better than I thought.” He said, “I had a feeling you had the makings of a true anal slut here.”
You heard a loud ‘smack’ followed by a sharp stinging sensation exploding all over your pussy as you were suddenly spanked. Causing it to clench around nothing.
“Shit. You were right man, she’s so fucking tight. She really might be an anal slut by the end of this.” Jeno grunted, laughing. His hips never stopped moving.
“Really now,” Mark chuckled as he cupped your chin, “Anything you want to say to that, baby?”
“Th-That’s not-” You knew you were full of shit, but your pride didn’t want to admit to something embarrassing like that. With a gasp, you found yourself in a headlock. Your back was pressed against Jeno’s front, his forearm applied pressure on your windpipe.
“Now, now, it’s not good to lie like that.” He licked your face, gnawing at your earlobe. “Bad girls like you should be punished.”
“I-I’m… N-Not a bad…” You tried to deny it, but the harsh grip around your neck made it hard to get the words out. Yet in some ways, you could only think about how good this was feeling. Causing your pussy to quiver and your ass coiling around.
Mark smirked with an amused brow, “I’m sorry, don’t think we caught that.’
“I-I’m…”
The man leaned in closer, “Hm?”
“I’m… bad… girl..” You uttered.
They glanced at each other and grinned while Jeno grabbed and groped at your breasts, giving your chest a nice fondle.
“Speak up slut,” he twisted a nipple causing you to moan, “So that we could hear you.”
You looked up, tears started falling down your face. “I’m… a bad… girl…”
“That’s our girl,” The two cheered, laughing loudly at how cock-drunken you were. “Glad to see you’re finally realizing your true calling.” One of them said.
“With that said, I think it’s high time I gave you a little reward.” An evil smirk curled Mark’s lips. You wriggled, trying to get off as he traced his fingers against your pussy. “Just as a curiosity, have you ever taken two cocks before?”
“No,” you said, out of breath.
“Yeah, thought so.” He grabbed onto your hips lining his cock up to your cunt, while Jeno leaned you back a little.
Fuck. Mark smirked and watched as your face twisted into something horrified.
“Look at that, your old man is coming to join in. You gonna behave for him? Hmm, princess?”
With those words leaving Jeno’s mouth, it sent you over the edge completely, nearly screaming as you came right when Mark shoved his cock in your pussy. He hissed with how tightly you were clenching around him. Your back arched high, and Jeno continued to pound into your ass. You choked and gasped for air, the pleasure became too much for you to handle.
“P-please… S-stop!” you stuttered pathetically, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to push Mark away with your legs.
You were stuffed past the point you thought you would burst. They started out uncoordinated, being bounced up and down the big guy’s cock while the other slammed in awkwardly. But they soon found a rhythm, each withdrawing at the same time, and slamming you down on their cocks tougher. Over and over.
It was overwhelming.
“Look at your slutty fucking stepdaughter, Mark. Such a little whore,” Jeno laughed, continuing to abuse your ass with his cock.
Mark smirked as he flicked your nipple, “Does your daddy’s cock feel good inside you, princess?” then gave it a painful twist. “Wanna be a little cumslut?”
You just moaned in response, unable to form coherent words.
“I think,” Jeno reached up and pinched at your other nipple, “your daddy asked you a question.”
“Yes! Yes, I wanna be your little cumslut, please.”
Everything happening all at once was making you lose your breath. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Both of the cocks hitting that sweet spot inside you. Before you even had time to react, you saw white. Your whole body lunged forward as you came around both of their cocks again, soaking them. Words couldn’t even leave your open mouth, your brain not working properly.
“Jesus Christ,” a voice said, and you couldn’t register whose. “Did you see that?”
“Yeah,” another one came. “She squirted with two cocks fucking her. Such a dirty slut, aren't you?” Several slaps landed onto your face. You assumed it’s Mark because of his position.
You couldn’t think straight anymore, body shaking pathetically under him.
“T-too… much,” you whimpered through gritted teeth, your knees moving to try and push Jeno away.
Mark roughly forced his cock back in your pussy, his own orgasm so close. With sporadic quick thrusts, Jeno bottomed out inside your ass, and you could feel it all, warm and coating every inch of your walls. You were screaming, and he held his cock inside you for a few moments before slowly pulling out of you, grunting and panting as he regained himself.
Mark’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard and grunting as you clawed at his hands. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, and you’re gonna take it all, right princess? Gonna be stuffed full of our cum?” He growled into your ear, before straightening again.
You couldn’t think straight anymore, sobs and moans escaping your lips as he fucked your sensitive cunt. Within seconds, Mark thrusted one last time into you before you felt his thick load spurting inside of you. He let out an animalistic growl as he came, grinding his hips slowly against you.
When he finished, he paused a while, nipping at your neck. Then he pulled out, and you were shoved off Jeno, sent sprawling into your stepfather. He gently laid you on your side. You laid there, face pressed against the filthy floor as clothes rustled.
“Again, thank you for calling me in on this, fuckface.” Mark said. The hell? He knew the fucking rent-a-cop.
“No worries. I didn’t believe her when she dropped your name—the picture you showed didn't quite match up.”
Picture? You forced yourself to look at the two, both half-dressed.
Mark had opened his wallet. “It is a few years old. She started dying her hair shortly after it was taken. Started wearing contacts, too.”
“What?”
“Ah, baby. Yes, me and Jeno go fairly far back.” Mark said, nodding. “I have a lot of business interests, and that means a lot of varied social circles.”
“So… about her…” Jeno said, trailing off.
Mark shrugged, contemplating the situation. "I'll leave her in your hands while I head home to fetch a change of clothes for her. Once that's done, we can make a few calls to ensure the lesson continues."
A whimper escaped your lips, particularly as Mark referred to leaving you in Jeno's "care." As if on cue, he dumped a bag containing chains and clamps onto the desk, casting a wicked grin in your direction. You instinctively tried to edge away, but Mark leaned in closely, lowering himself to one knee.
"Luckily for you, summer vacation has just begun, so you won't miss any school while you're grounded," he stated firmly, his tone holding an unusual warmth. You shook your head, refusing to accept what was unfolding before you.
"Baby," he continued, "it's crucial for you to learn that actions come with consequences. However, you're a smart girl, and with proper guidance, I'm confident we can improve your behavior."
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@jilymicrofics March Prompt 4: Despondent || 447 words || Read on Ao3
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James doesn’t get mad. Not like Lily.
But right now, his vision blurs and his fists clench and he feels rage flowing through his veins like he’s seldom ever felt before.
MAGIC LINEAGE PROTECTION ACT ADVANCES TO WIZENGAMOT FOR VOTE, UNFIT MARRIAGE NULLIFICATION AMENDMENT ADDED.
The headline is splashed on the front page of The Daily Prophet above a black-and-white photo depicting serenely smug members of the Old Guard of wizardry. Though James’ wand is on the counter across the little kitchen, the glass next to him on the table shatters, pumpkin juice pooling amongst the shards.
“James?”
Lily’s worried voice floats through from the other room, her hasty, light footsteps announcing her presence, a look of concern in her face as her eyes take in the scene before her.
James can’t speak. He can’t speak, he can’t think, all her can do is feel—the panic, the anger, the revulsion for these men and their shriveled selves.
Delicate hands come to rest on his shoulders as she follows his gaze to the discarded paper. Her voice comes out quietly.
“Oh.”
His left hand comes up to rest atop hers, rough fingers tracing along the cool metal of her wedding band.
“I thought they were killing that bill,” she breathes, despondent.
The exhaustion in his wife’s voice helps him find his own—gravely and tight. “Pushed it through with a quorum overnight.”
“It…it wouldn’t change anything, you know.”
His hand tightens around hers. “Like hell it wouldn’t, Lily. What’s the point of all of this”—he gestures haplessly to the room around him—“if I can’t give you any of the privileges that come with my name? The money in my family’s vault?”
“I happen to love you with or without the money, contrary to some of the nastier rumors,” she replies coolly.
He runs a hand over his face. “Of course you do, Lily I know that I—"
“Am spiraling,” she nods. “You don’t think I’ve been keeping up with this? You don’t think I’ve thought of this—us—from every possible angle?” Her hands slide up from shoulders to neck until they’re cradling his head, Lily firmly pressing her lips into the curls between them. “I love you, you git. And no law will change that, alright? They can nullify whatever the hell they want but they can’t force us apart. They can’t tell us our love doesn’t exist.”
James spins around in his chair and catches her eyes, jaw tight.
“But what if I die? What if, next Order mission, I just—"
She cuts him off with a shake of her head, green eyes glinting with a defiant spark. “Then you better live, Potter. That’s all there is to it.”
#jily#jple#james potter#lily evans#microfic#jilymicrofics#in laughter in strife#kelsey writes#i wrote this at 3:30am and i've gotten like 4 hours of sleep so my apologies
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Charlotte Katakuri - BITTER
Requestor: Anonymous (you were wise to request this anonymously I think XD )
Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB she/her
CW: I don't know how to warn this. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. It's short and SHARP.
Your scream of terror rang in Katakuri’s ears like a siren. Just like the mythological beast’s enchanting song, he couldn’t get the sound of it out of his head.
It echoed with every thump of his heart.
Your eyes wide with fear, the way you went ghost-white at the sight of him. Everything about him was monstrous to you, not just his size, or his fangs, or his lineage. His very existence within your home had struck you as wrong.
Things had been slow going between the two of you, since your marriage by Mama’s will nearly a decade ago. It had taken almost a year for you to each truly relax around one another. Months after that before you could consider what you did to be called cuddling.
Slowly, carefully, and steadily, the two of you had grown closer. Responsibility turned into affection, turned into trust.
Turned into love.
A sweet love that was the soft tangle of fingers as you sat together. A gentle love that was full of deep breaths and slow movements, consummation within the confines of what intimacy you could handle. A love that was akin to a tree, more than a flower. Slowly taking root, but sturdy and strong, branches hefty enough to cradle you both well.
It was all gone now.
He didn’t even have to ask why. He didn’t even have to ask how.
Slumping to his knees, Katakuri presses his forehead to the ground, doing everything he can to look smaller, to look less threatening, to look as fragile as he feels.
“I won’t hurt you.” He says, voice even and firm, held together by decades of practiced control. He repeats the phrase a couple more times, until the thundering of your heart calms a little. Until the shivering in your legs and arms aren’t skittering through the floor against his skin.
“I promise, I will never harm you.” He says finally, eyes and face still pointed toward the floor. He doesn’t have his scarf nearby, he hasn’t needed it while inside his home for a long time. He could use his power to get it, but if you’d lost enough of your memories that you didn’t even know what Devil Fruits were, he didn’t want to send you into a panic right now.
He could look ahead.
Should.
But he can’t.
Every ounce of his control is focused on his own heart, his own words. He cannot spare a drop of concentration for anything else, or he will fall apart. The perfect son of the Charlotte family, defeated by a single wail.
Countless battles. Internal and external. Enemies and weaknesses laid low and set as mortar and brick to separate himself from anything that could crack the mask he’d made.
Scraps of film were left on the floor. Shattered pieces of the remnants of your memory.
Left behind on purpose.
Left behind on command of his mother.
Left behind as a message, more than even the state you were in.
He had dared to put something above himself. Above his family. Above his mother. He had dared to love you so completely that only a fool would’ve missed how far he’d fallen.
To dare to love anyone more than his family.
This was the cost.
#Forget Me Not Event 2024#reader insert#x reader#amnesia#one piece fanfiction#request event#angst#charlotte katakuri
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Elysium Ch.1: The Beginning of the End
Summary: What do you get when demigods are sent to the human realm as punishment for wreaking havoc on Olympus? Chaos. And a whole lot of trouble the mundane world is probably not ready to face, ever.
PROLOGUE: The Beginning
DRABBLES: Son of Shadows (JENO) | Of Love & Lust (JAEMIN)
NOTE: I know Percy Jackson has picked up again with its new series, but despite some similarities, this fic is not inspired by the lore. I have never read any of the books. All real people mentioned in the story are only my uses. I do not imply any likeness between them and my characters. A lot of the concepts from the original mythology might also be changed to fit the plot. I do not allow any of my works to be shared anywhere else. I only have Tumblr.
© neonacity 2023 - 2024
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“Say you’re given a chance to sit down with any deity and just talk to them for five minutes, who would you choose?”
You crinkled your nose and peered at your best friend from the comfort of the faded bean bag you are slumped on. The room was warm and the weather was making your eyelids droop, but you managed to shift a little on your seat to look at the boy who was currently playing self-catch by throwing a baseball against the wall. Yangyang looked equally bored as he flicked his wrist lazily with ease.
“Should it be a deity?”
“Well, yeah. It’s not like you see them every day.”
“You don’t get to see Princess Diana every day. Or Beyonce.”
Yangyang gave a snort.
“Beyonce’s still alive, Nugget.”
You reached out for the closest cushion pillow and threw it at the boy who effortlessly ducked to avoid it. You glared, but he simply laughed to brush you off.
“My point is that, why ask for a deity if there are aspiring people who I can get a chance to talk to?”
“Do you really hate the gods that much,” Yangyang asked with a slight frown creasing the top of his nose.
“Do you really love them that much, Beep?”
Now, it was his turn to scoff at the mention of his childhood nickname. Yangyang rolled his eyes before fully turning on his seat to face you.
“For someone who studies at Rosewood, you treat the celestial world with so much irony.”
That made you pause. Rosewood Institute… An academy that had centuries of history riding on its back. In the eyes of the world, it is a regular boarding school, albeit a shadowy one. For the chosen—or as what they call it—it is a fort that means so much more than any earthly concept.
Rosewood Institute is the frontier in the mortal world that serves as the learning nest of demigods and half-bloods.
Half-deities and children of anyone connected to the world beyond all pass through the halls of the school. While humanity has since moved on and cut ties with their connection to the gods, their legacy remains and walks among them secretly under shadows. The only exception from the half-bloods housed within the academy were the 'darlings of Olympus,' namely the children of the big honchos residing in Elysium itself.
For many, being a part of the community of demigods is a badge they wear with pride.
Well, except for you.
You don’t want to call it hatred, but as the daughter of a humble forest nymph, you stand in a place that still puts you in the viewpoint of someone destined to look up to those with ‘bigger lineages.’ Alas, big names can come with big egos, and so it has tarnished the way you live your life at the Institute every single day.
You slumped back in your seat now and stared at the dusty, aged ceiling of the room you and Yangyang call the Journalism Club. You wished his question was rhetoric, but the hanging silence told you that he is actually expecting an answer.
“I am just not all hot and excited about it. You already know why.”
Your best friend sighed. The sound of a ball bouncing against the wall started again from his side.
“Not all of them are bad, you know.”
“I’m not saying anyone is ba—”
The crashing sound of something heavy, followed by the shattering boom of breaking glass made you stop. Pulling yourself up from your seat in panic, you stared in shock at Yangyang who also looked frozen from surprise. It didn’t take long for the both of you to get what was happening, and soon enough, you were both scrambling out of the room without another word.
Scratch that. Every single one of these demigods ARE trouble.
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“What on earth is going on here?!” The billowing smoke from the room made you cough out your words as you barged through the door. You couldn’t see way past a few feet from the dust that was still settling, but you could make out moving shapes from behind the smoke screen. You squinted hard to make out what was happening when you saw an arm shoot out of nowhere to grab at something.
“What the hell, Haechan. You said you knew what you were doing!”
A few coughs came a little ways from your right.
“I was, I swear! I followed everything that was written in the book.”
“If you did, then how come you blew up half of the room?!”
“I might have read one of the words wrong—”
“You what?!”
“I'm dyslexic, okay!”
You blinked away the sting that was already making you start to tear up to properly make out what was in front of you. Now with more of the dust settled, you could finally put a face on the voices.
Huang Renjun, son of Ares, the God of War.
And Lee Haechan, child of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and Warfare.
Both locked up in what seemed to be a deathly grip—well, with more of the latter being strangled by the former.
“I am going to kick your a—”
“Hey. Stop. Is everyone okay?”
You jumped a little as a sudden creak came off from the corner followed by the sudden burst of light into the room. Somebody had enough sense to open a window, which made the rest of the smoke finally escape outside. Standing beside it was a boy with blonde hair that almost glowed like the sunlight.
Mark Lee. The heir of Zeus, ruler of the sky… and the God of all Gods.
“We’re good. But I don’t think the room is,” a dark-haired boy answered on behalf of the group as he toed a fallen chunk of plank from the ceiling. He turned it over with his booted foot, which only made the wood break into pieces again.
“You think? Everything is scorched off. I liked this room. Now we have to—oh… hello there, Princess.”
“Uh-oh…” Haechan whispered under his breath as he pushed back his skewed glasses up his nose bridge. Renjun, despite himself, finally let go of the other’s collar as his eyes shifted towards the other three. Mark cleared his throat and reached out to scratch the back of his neck, so instead you turned to the only two boys who are yet to avoid your withering look.
You froze in your place and glared at the other boy with silver platinum hair who smiled sweetly at you from where he stood. Upon his greeting, everyone in the group turned to look at you, as if it was their first time to notice you there.
Lee Jeno, son of Hades, God of the Underworld; and Na Jaemin, beloved child of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty; looked like the poster children of light and shadows. Their current expressions drove the imagery well, too.
“Can somebody tell me why half the room melted off?” You asked through gritted teeth, your eyes boring holes at Jaemin who was still smiling so pleasantly at you—a fact that, to be honest, only made your blood boil more.
“Haechan tried to make a spell that he got from one of the books in the library. He… wanted to make the room cooler,” Jeno answered.
“What do you mean ‘he’? You were all in on the act too! Didn’t you say the heat here was much worse than Uncle Hades’ second circle of the Underworld?!” The brown-haired boy in question bristled.
“Book? What book?” Yangyang, who had run after you, but was too shocked to speak before, echoed from behind. Renjun shifted a little guiltily on his feet.
“Well about that…”
“He got it from the Restricted Section,” Jaemin said, still looking unbothered about everything.
You felt seconds away from an aneurysm.
“You mean he stole it?” You emphasized the word as you shifted your gaze to the thief in question. Haechan slightly frowned and looked away.
“I just borrowed it.. “
“You are not allowed to borrow it, let alone touch it. That’s why it is in the Restricted Section!”
“We weren’t even supposed to use it, but Renjun and the rest—”
“Me?!”
“Is it really not possible to have any of you stay out of trouble for at least one day?!”
You wish you were overreacting, but you couldn't really be as close to the truth as you are. In fact, you are almost ready to sacrifice Yangyang's blood just to go back to the time before the 'golden heirs' of Olympus stepped foot into your life.
It had almost been a month since the boys arrived in Rosewood. As the chosen heirs of their godly parents, they stayed in their respective domains to be trained and raised differently from the rest. When news broke that they were banished temporarily to the mortal realm as punishment for a gaffe, the Academy was thrown into excitement and chaos—well, mostly chaos from your perspective.
You’ve been wanting to know what it is exactly that these men did to be exiled from Olympus, but to be honest, they have also been keeping you up almost every single day with their antics. It’s almost like trouble is always hovering around them, and since then, you have never known peace.
“We apologize. We really didn’t mean it this time. We were just trying to learn new things,” Mark, the eldest of the group, told you placatingly. You turned to look at him with your lips in a tight line.
“This is a school for the demigods, Mr. Lee. Not Hogwarts. You can’t try spells here.”
Jaemin frowned, his curiosity genuine.
“What’s Hogwarts?”
“You can try spells there?” Haechan seconded.
“To the office, all of you,” you said as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You have just turned on your heel when someone else stepped into the room, his eyes silently roaming the mess stretched out in front of him.
Mark straightened at the sight of the man. You did the same, slight surprise marking your features.
“Headmaster.”
“Papa?”
Your father, looking the least bit troubled by the mess, turned to give all of you a smile.
“Hello kids, it seems like you are having quite an interesting afternoon.”
“Sir, we can explain—”
“They used a spell to—!”
Both you and Mark stopped mid-sentence as he raised a hand.
“I’d love to know the full story, but for now I need to talk to all of you. Can you all please come to my office?”
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The boys looked around silently as they settled on their seats at the Headmaster’s office. You, not being a stranger to the place anymore, sat on the closest one to your father’s table, your fingers fidgeting slightly on your side. The man in front was peacefully making coffee as if he has not a care in the world, but you could sense in the air in the room that something was up. That was the thing about your father. Nothing ever seems to ruffle him up.
You know, having been raised by him in the walls of the Institute himself since you were a kid. Even before you officially became a student here, you have seen the way he had handled all kinds of matters in Rosewood. After all, being the Headmaster of one of the select places in the mortal world where the offspring of gods and otherworldly creatures reside does come with its fair share of trouble.
“Is something the matter?” You braved to ask the question that everyone in the room was itching to voice out. He turned to all of you with a smile and lifted the coffee pot he just finished brewing.
“Coffee, anyone?”
You and Mark caught each other’s gazes before slightly shaking your heads. The rest did the same.
“Mm. More for me then,” your father murmured more to himself with a chuckle as he settled behind the ancient-looking oak table. You all watched nervously as he took his time to sip on his drink. The whole room seemed to be holding its breath. Off on your other side, Haechan seems on the verge of chewing his fingers off.
“Papa—”
“We might have to temporarily close off Rosewood,” the Headmaster said to gently cut you off. You froze, processing what he just said for a few seconds. You expected everything, except for this.
“What??”
“There has been a little bit of trouble brewing in the borders of our world and Elysium. Today, I am going to make an announcement that students and their families have the choice to go home or stay here if they want.”
None of what he is saying makes sense. Beside you, the boys looked paler under the light.
“What do you mean we are closing down Rosewood? We never close the Institute ever!” You blurted out, unable to keep yourself quiet anymore.
“We have never done it, yes, darling. But this time, the case is a little bit different,” the man replied to you kindly and under control still. He then turned to his other visitors with the same even temperament.
“I have been in touch with all of your parents to tell them about the changes in the Academy. They are yet to give me their answer as to when you will go back to Olympus.”
Mark fidgeted a little on his seat and gave the boys beside him a quick look.
“Uhm… About that…”
“Can you at least tell us what’s happening?” You said through gritted teeth as you turned to your father again. The man in question paused a little as if to study you… weighing whether to answer your question or not. Finally, he leaned back against his seat and removed his wire-framed glasses.
“Several places in the mortal world had been under attack. Monsters and beasts have been roaming the place. The celestial army has been keeping the cases down, but we expect the events to… grow.”
That is the second time you were speechless today. You felt your palms turn cold as you stared at him, mouth open. The headmaster met all of your gazes evenly, his usually warm facade finally showing a glimpse of the seriousness of the situation.
“What…”
“Tartarus is collapsing on itself and the world, I’m afraid, is not ready for it.”
Your heart dropped to your stomach.
Tartarus, the deepest place of the Underworld.
Tartarus…
The prison of the gods’ greatest enemies.
You stared breathlessly at your father until something clicked. Slowly, you turned to the boys sitting beside you who seemed to have turned to stone. One look and you knew. One look and the question was drawn automatically from your lips.
A/N: Look who's back... I know I haven't been active in this account for months, but 2024 is literally just a few hours away and I wanted to close the year (and hopefully start the new one) by picking up writing again. I have no promises, but I hope this little chapter can do its magic. Happy New Year, everyone!
“You… What have you all done?”
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#mark nct x reader#mark x reader#nct dream fanfic#nct dream angst#nct dream imagines#jaemin x reader#jeno x reader#renjun x reader#nct demigod au#nct fic
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PROPAGANDA
SAKURA HARUNO (NARUTO)
1.) 1.) It is repeatedly stated throughout the series the areas in which she excels. We are told over and over again that she is gifted (early on in the series) or tremendously strong (end of the series) and yet with the exception of of the Sasori fight, there seems to be a staunch refusal to actually SHOW her being competent in a fight. 2.) her backstory ties into nothing plotwise as far as the overarching world and history of the village and its families. The three other leads (Sasuke Naruo, Kakashi) all get their own relevant backstory that gets delved into. But Sakura? Neither has one nor goes off and embroils herself personally into one of these overarching plot points. She is constantly forced to just be a companion/side character to the stories of her male counterparts. 3.) She’s given so much potential for a great powersuite and those all either go unrealized or she gets shown up by other characters. idk if this is what was meant by propaganda but its what i got
2.) Despite becoming the world’s best surgeon and doctor at age 17 (including doing open heart surgery in the middle of an active battlefield), her achievements are routinely undercut and underplayed by the canon.
It’s all the more disappointing because in some ways, she’s a very realistic and humanistic depiction of a teenage girl. Unlike her teammates, she grew up in what we would consider a pretty average family situation (two living parents who love her, even if they don’t understand her choices), and has relatively average goals at the beginning. Compared to her teammates who are orphans from dynastic ninja clans, who were basically born to a lineage of massive amounts of powerful ninja magic; Sakura’s civilian family has given her no genetic predisposition to being powerful. Despite this, she’s shown to be highly intelligent, achieving top scores on exams and having a deep knowledge for theory and concepts.
She begins the story having a crush on Sasuke Uchiha, a boy who has no interest in her, and hating Naruto, their village’s Omelas Child. However, as she works with her team, she bonds with them on a deeper level, and works very hard to meet their natural level of skill and not be deadweight on their team.
However, despite the fact that trios are treated with deep cultural and narrative significance throughout Naruto, the narrative quickly abandons the “Team 7 Trio” framing in all the ways that matter, becoming the Naruto-and-Sasuke show in all ways that matter. When Sakura gets her time to shine, she’s always undercut. Her massive physical strength and strong sense of self in Shippuden are never treated with the same reverence as her teammates’. Despite the fact that she can easily shatter rock and manipulate the ground with her sheer physical power, and that she was originally presented as good at genjutsu (illusion magic); she becomes a field medic/doctor – a carer/support role, rather than a DPS. Her decisions to advocate for herself and the people she cares about (such as trying to kill Sasuke) are treated as foolish and naive, not a heroic choice to try and help her friends at a large personal cost.
She also basically never gets to fight a man, except for one important case: Sasori. This is important, because the female characters in Naruto are routinely presented as less powerful and less of a threat than male characters. While her fight with Sasori is a fantastic arc, it ends with Sasori undercutting her victory by being like “well actually I wanted to die”, implying that he’d chosen to let her win, not that her win is well deserved. This is at the start of Shippuden, she doesn’t get a solo fight arc after that.
Of course, the most egregious thing done to Sakura is that she’s married off to Sasuke. Despite the fact that Sasuke is never once shown to give a shit about her, and the fact that her character development in a large part was about her giving up the childish and misogynistic desire to be a wife to the cute guy in her class, suddenly they’re together. Sasuke is a deadbeat husband, however, and immediately fucks off, to the point where he doesn’t recognise their child when he meets her, and tries to kill her. Sakura-the-housewife-waiting-at-the-window-for-her-husband’s-return is again now deeply in love with a man who doesn’t give a shit about her. The only photo she has of them together is shown to be a cutout of another photo of Sasuke stuck on a photo of her. She’s again trapped in a housewife box, her achievements and skill sideline to her ability to rear a child for the male lead. And worse, despite the fact she’s a very confident person who otherwise has no issue advocating for herself, she doesn’t really seem to fight back against this awful status quo in her relationship, grateful for the scraps of affection Sasuke delivers to her once a decade.
3.) Despite being on a team of three, she’s always side lined for the other two. Her whole thing is healing, then in a major arc at the end of the main series a character gets hurt and when she goes to attempt to heal them, she is pushed aside so Naruto can do his amazing magic healing that he just learned and is already better at it than her.
HINATA HYUUGA (NARUTO)
1.) When Hinata was introduced she goals, weaknesses, interesting interactions and relationships with characters other than naruto and a personality of her own. Post timeskip in shippuden, however, she was reduced down to simply ‘naruto’s future love interest’ and little else. The entire Hyuuga plotline was dropped and she no longer had any relevance or personality outside of naruto. Part 1 hinata was shy and insecure on the surface but underneath that she was determined & hardworking, even to her own detriment. Her struggles were compelling. Her interactions with neji and her family are something you look forward to seeing more of. In shippuden she’s like a flat carboard cutout of hinata. Her shyness exaggerated, her relationship with her family suddenly perfectly fine and boring. In part 1 naruto inspires her to keep trying but he isn’t the reason she’s working so hard, in shippuden he’s pretty much all she thinks about. Her change in character design really highlights these changes - the perfect little wife for cishet men to fantasise about.
2.) Her entire personality and arc is boiled down to “shy uwu waifu in love with Naruto” and basically any development she gets, which is barely at all because Kishimoto hates women, is as attributed to NARUTO and Naruto only. Even her reaction to her beloved COUSIN’S DEATH makes her be like “omg I love Naruto” and serves to further NaruHina, which is absolutely insane she would Not react like that. Naruto only starts being romantically interested in her at the beginning of like, The Last movie, which is after 500ish episodes of her being treated as the sidelined love interest who is devoted to a guy who only cares about her when she’s a damsel in distress on a fight.
There are so many parts of her character that are/could be interesting, like her part in the Hyuga Clan due to being born as a superior and her dynamic with her cousin Neji as a result, (which could have had SO many great moments of reconciliation and standing up for each other grrr grrr) an exploration of the impact of her bullying & being looked down upon (even when she’s supposed to be a superior member, which adds to the shame) LIKE MANY OF THE CAST, seriously the people Naruto trauma dumps to are mostly consisted of people unfairly treated like that and it could have been used to further NaruHina WHILE showing her struggles
She is an incredibly capable fighter but the moment Naruto is there, she instantly becomes defenseless and needs to be saved by her crush, mostly as a “wow look at him isn’t he so brave and kind to do this for her?!”
There’s an episode where she is literally used as a defenseless punching bag for Pein by trying to sacrifice herself for Naruto and telling him she loves him, JUST so he can be more angry and have more motivation to beat Pein’s ass (aside of the yknow. Killing his loved ones thing) AND her confession is ignored by Naruto for the rest of the series. Just like any moment she shows her crush for him is met with obliviousness, which would be fine if they weren’t the main couple and didn’t go on for THE ENTIRE SERIES!!!!
In Boruto, the shitty sequel, Naruto is basically her deadbeat husband in her bland lavander marriage and Boruto is rightfully mad about Naruto’s distance from the family and even says he left her basically a single mom and barely pays time to the family, and Hinata’s role in the show as the housewife is being like “no you see Boruto you have to understand your father’s pov as the Hokage” and the narrative treats NaruHina’s marriage as a Good, Healthy Thing as if the characters are not miserable in this marriage.
3.) Man I don’t even like her that much but she deserved SO much better. She was introduced as the heiress of a really powerful and renowed clan with complex dynamics, yet the author somehow decided to do almost NOTHING with the potential she had, and gave her very little personality besides being shy and fawning over the protagonist. She gets slightly more active in Shippuden (part 2), but her character still pretty much revolves around her love for Naruto, which sucks because again, she has so much potential. It’s no secret that women in Naruto are badly written, and Hinata certainly is no exception. The male characters get dozens of episodes/chapters about their motivations, their backstories, what pushes them to keep going, and Hinata gets almost nothing besides her lifelong crush on Naruto that we are reminded of literally every time she’s on screen.
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Invocation to Hekate Soteira - Peace for the Children of Gaza
Mother Hekate, Goddess of the Liminal Spaces,
Hekate Kleidouchos, Keeper of the Keys,
Hear the desperate cries of your innocent children in Gaza and the West Bank, echoing through lands and seas.
Guide us through the labyrinth of life, unlock the doors we face,
Be our compass in the chaos, our sanctuary in this sacred place.
Hekate Kourotrophos, Guardian of the Young, lend your sacred care,
Wrap the children of Gaza in your arms, show them love beyond compare.
Be their shield in the daylight, their comfort in the night,
Be the hope in their eyes, their courage in the fight.
Hekate Atalos, the Tender One, feel the weight of their despair,
Hold their hearts within your hands, show them someone cares.
Let your compassion be their guide, your tenderness their song,
In a world that feels so cold, show them they belong.
Hekate Agrotera, Mighty Huntress, track down peace where it hides,
Be their eyes in the forest of fear, their steps where danger resides.
Lead them to safety, to havens free from harm,
With your bow and arrow, protect them from alarm.
Hekate Antania, Enemy of Mankind, turn your wrath on those who divide,
Be the avenger of the oppressed, let justice be their guide.
Strike down the walls that imprison them, shatter the chains that bind,
Be the sword of retribution, the defender of humankind.
Hekate Brimo, the Angry One, let your fury be their shield,
In the battlefield of life, be the power they wield.
Turn your rage into a fire, a blaze that lights their way,
In the darkest corners of their world, be their break of day.
Hekate Despoina, Mistress of All, make the oppressors yield,
Be the authority they respect, the scepter and the shield.
Command the winds of change, the tides of time and fate,
Be the voice of sovereignty, that the tyrants cannot negate.
Hekate Enodia, of the Paths, guide them through the darkest night,
Be the lantern in their hands, the star in their sky so bright.
Lead them through the crossroads, where their destiny unfolds,
Be the map to their future, the story yet untold.
Hekate Epipurgidia, on the Tower, be their watchful light,
Be the sentinel in the darkness, their guardian in the night.
From your lofty vantage point, see dangers from afar,
Be their early warning, their guiding northern star.
Hekate Gorgo, the Grim, instill fear in the hearts of their foes,
Be the terror in their eyes, the nightmare that never goes.
Turn your gaze upon the wicked, let them tremble in their sin,
Be the face they cannot forget, the conscience from within.
Hekate Khthonia, of the Underworld, where the river of justice flows,
Be the keeper of their secrets, the knower of their woes.
In the depths of their despair, be the light that never dies,
Be the hope that springs eternal, the truth that never lies.
Hekate Kleidophoros, Bearer of Keys, unlock the doors to their salvation,
Open the gates of opportunity, the portals to liberation.
With each key you turn, unlock a brighter day,
With each door you open, show them a better way.
Hekate Krataiis, the Strong, be the pillar of their foundation,
Be the rock upon which they build, the core of their determination.
In the storms that rage around them, be their anchor in the sea,
In the winds that try to break them, be their stability.
Hekate Krokopeplos, Saffron-Cloaked, wrap them in your protective embrace,
Be the warmth in their winter, the smile on their face.
Clothe them in resilience, drape them in your might,
Be the cloak that shields them, in the day and in the night.
Hekate Nyktipolos, Night-Wandering, guard them when the sun takes flight,
Be their eyes in the darkness, their senses in the night.
Walk beside them in their dreams, be their guide in realms unseen,
Be the whisper in the wind, the force that stands between.
Hekate Perseis, Daughter of Perses, bring them through the darkest plight,
Be their sword in the battle, their courage in the fight.
With your lineage of power, be the magic that they wield,
Be the strength in their spirit, the armor and the shield.
Hekate Phosphoros, Light-Bringer, illuminate their path so dim,
Be the dawn of their new day, the hymn in their morning hymn.
Shine your light upon their road, be their beacon in the dark,
Be the spark that lights their way, the fire that ignites their spark.
Hekate Propolos, the Attendant, lead them to safety on a whim,
Be the hand that pulls them up, when their hope begins to dim.
Guide them through the labyrinth, be their compass and their chart,
Be the intuition in their mind, the empathy in their heart.
Hekate Propylaia, Before the Gate, guard the entrance to their homes,
Be the keeper of their hearth, the walls made of ancient stones.
Stand before their sanctuary, be the lock and the key,
Be the guardian of their peace, their security and their glee.
Hekate Soteira, the Savior, in your name this heartfelt prayer roams,
Be the miracle they seek, the angel that guides them home.
Save them from the perils, that lurk in shadow and in light,
Be the wings upon their back, the daybreak to their night.
Hekate Trikephalos, Three-Headed, watch over them from every side,
Be their lookout in the front, their rear guard far and wide.
With your trinity of vision, see what's hidden and what's known,
Be their eyes in every corner, where danger may have grown.
Hekate Trimorphis, Three-Formed, in you their hopes and dreams reside,
Be the facets of their soul, where love and fear collide.
In your triple aspect, be their past, present, and future,
Be the sum of all they are, the editor and the tutor.
Hekate Trioditis, of Three Roads, guide them through choices yet unknown,
Be the signpost in their journey, the seeds that they have sown.
In the forks that lie ahead, be the wisdom that they seek,
Be the courage in their choices, the voice when they are weak.
Hekate Trivia, of the Three Ways, let your wisdom to them be shown,
Be the teacher of their life, the mysteries they've known.
In the crossroads of their fate, be the lantern in the mist,
Be the answers to their questions, the chances they can't resist.
Hekate Adonaea, guide our magic, direct and firm,
All that hurts shall be returned.
Be the force that shapes their spells, the focus of their aim,
Be the power in their words, the sanctity in their claim.
Hekate Nyktipolos, Night-Wandering Queen, open our eyes, allow all to be seen.
Be the revealer of truths, the seer of what's concealed,
Be the clarity in their vision, the reality revealed.
Hekate Hieros Pyr, Holy Fire, be the flame that never dies,
Be the inferno in their soul, the passion in their cries.
Burn away the darkness, consume all that's unjust,
Be the fire that purifies, the ashes to the dust.
Oh Hekate, let your voice ring out in the celestial halls,
Gather the Gods, from their heavenly realms and sacred walls.
Implore them to lend their might, their love, their divine grace,
To the people of Gaza, suffering in this unforgiving place.
With tears in our eyes and hope in our hearts, we pray,
Hekate, rally the Gods, guide us toward a better, brighter day.
#hekate#palestine#hekate temple#worldpeace#war#peace#free gaza#gaza strip#hellenic polytheism#hellenic pagan#hekate temple in gaza#hecate#anatolia
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Zeref: So basically, Natsu never grew up... *very nonchalant as he sits at the bar in the guildhall*
Erza: (✿◠‿◠)*** *as tables and people are flying all around them* I'm so sorry this had to be your first Fairy Tail experience... *CRASH!* (✿◠‿◠)********* So very, very sorry... *barely restraining herself from Brawl Defusal at this point*
Zeref: *chuckles* My first experience...? You do realize I taught your guild's founders?
Erza: Y-Yes, well...!
Zeref: Not to mention, you were the ones to raze my empire. Alvarez has never been in such shambles. It's all in Invel and Ajeel's hands over there. Dimaria's retired... Brandish moved to Ishgar, apparently?
Erza: ......... *CRASH!* *SHATTER!* *SCREAMS OF "Uncle!"* (✿◠‿◠)*** You do realize you were literally asking for that ass-whooping...?
Zeref: *watches a barstool narrowly miss his nose as it flies past* Oh, I won't dispute that point. However, I'm pointing out the flaw of your apology.
Erza: Yes, well... *sees telltale lightning charging up in the atmosphere... too much to be from one mage alone* (✿◠‿◠)*** We weren't expecting you and our First Master to be sticking around, reincarnated. So technically, this IS your first experience... You're not an enemy anymore.
Zeref: Mmm... I suppose not. *watches Erza nearly bolts out of her seat once Natsu is blasted through a new hole in the ceiling* ≖‿≖ But truly... You need not apologize. You act as if this is my first rodeo with Natsu.
Erza: You knew him as a babe!!! ... And a little kid. (╬≖_≖)
Zeref: *gestures at the steady stream of lightning-flames spewing through the hole in the ceiling and nailing Laxus down below* And my original point that I labored toward...?
Erza: ......... (╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖)(╬≖_≖) He's not... ALWAYS this bad.
Zeref: n__n *Gajeel and Natsu bash into each other midair, Dragon Force activated* He could be sweet, it's true. Well, I'm speaking of the boy who died... I assume that kind nature passed onto the Etherious Natsu, but I can't say I've had the distinct pleasure of confirming that...
Erza: ... You're exaggerating.
Zeref: He absolutely refused to listen to a word I said. It took Igneel to get him to learn reading and writing.
Erza: (╬≖_≖) I beg your pardon, but *I* taught him reading.
Zeref: And as Irene's offspring, that makes sense. :3
Erza: (╬ಠ益ಠ)I am not-
Zeref: ≖‿≖ I have several ways to confirm your lineage, Erza. It's useless burying your head in the sand.
Erza: (╬≖_≖) ... Regardless, I fail too see how my lineage has anything to do with me teaching Natsu valuable life skills.
Zeref: (❋•‿•❋) Simple. Natsu won't bring himself to heel without overwhelming force to make him respect you. Igneel knew your pains long before you ever did, but you're to be commended for guiding him down the right path.
Erza: And you couldn't "overwhelm" him on your own...? You HAD to dump him on a dragon? (╬≖_≖)
Zeref: Unfortunately, with the Curse afflicting me, the options were "love him to death" or take a compassionate Fire Dragon King up on his offer to teach Natsu. (❋•‿•❋) It fulfilled several objectives anyway.
Erza: *whole guild is shaking from everyone going all-out on each other by now* *huffs* (╬≖_≖) I just... There must be SOME way to calm him down. Surely we can't let him remain this way forever? *mostly irate about property damage and broken bones from these brawls*
Zeref: ... Well, I COULD suggest a possible stratagem. *nonchalantly sips tea*
Erza: (☉_ ☉) ......... *bolts up to her feet and Requips Purgatory Armor, brandishing a sword towards Zeref* You KNOW a way to tame his reckless tendencies?! (╯°□°）╯
Zeref: ... From a certain point of view. (❋•‿•❋) Lord knows I must do the same with Mavis whenever she gets... mischievous. Yearning for new adventures. (❋•‿•❋)
Erza: Zeref, I will not ask you again. (╬≖‿≖) What is this "stratagem"? I must know this. This could change EVERYTHING!
Zeref: Well, I certainly hope it would... Because you'll need to get...intimate with him. VERY intimate. ≖‿≖
Erza: ... Now when you say "intimate"... You mean head pets and hugs? (☉_ ☉)
Zeref: He's not a little boy anymore, Erza. ≖‿≖ You'll need to consult your "books" for those kinds of tips, I'm afraid.
Erza: Why would you even SUGGEST such debauchery?!?!?! (⊙▂⊙✖ ) Are you suggesting you and our First Master have been...?!
Zeref: Oh, we crossed that bridge over a hundred years ago, Erza. I'm told that's how August was born. ... And how his very belated siblings are on the way, as we speak.
Erza: *scandalized* (⊙▂⊙✖ ) Sh-SHAMELESS!!!!! Y-You have to be joking!!!
Zeref: *shrugs* Believe what you will. ... Just know that I'm a little sore at the moment, so I can't reel Mavis in. Apologies.
Erza: What are you...?! *whips her head around, seeing Mavis whip up a war strategy board* Who the hell is First Master going to war with?!
Zeref: No one. She's just making the brawl more strategically organized. (❋•‿•❋) ... If chaos can even be "organized". (❋•‿•❋)
Erza: *drops sword and hurries over to Mavis, waving arms frantically* F-First Master, please, no...! (⊙▂⊙✖ ) The guild is already in the red...!
Mavis: (๑╹ω╹๑ ) *tuning Erza out effortlessly* Zeref's going to need to punish me BAD for all the strategies I've got in mind for you guys...
Erza: ...
Zeref: Still sore, Erza. So. Good luck~ (❋•‿•❋)
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long long elden ring meta about Ranni and breaking the Elden Ring below
I see the opinion a lot floating around tumblr and twitter of people hating Ranni for having Godwyn killed instead of Godrick in her plot to shed her flesh. Everyone hates Godrick so by killing that demigod she still would've been able to kill her body and preserve her soul
but honestly like. it HAD to be Godwyn for her ultimate plan to succeed. Marika (probably) lent the Black Knives to Ranni and how far her hand in the plot after that goes we really don't know. but if Ranni was going to force Marika's hand to shatter the Elden Ring, since only she or Radagon could, it had to be someone Marika loved.
Godwyn really seems to have been the poster boy of the golden lineage as a national hero over the war with the dragons and protector of Leyndell (his knights were the dragon/Leyndell Knights with the desc "knights sworn to defend the royal capital of Leyndell."
Miquella and Malenia were developing the Haligtree, Rykard assisted Ranni, and it doesn't really seem like Marika had a bond with Radahn. So Godwyn remained to be the sacrificial lamb and stir up the status quo.
when it comes to people blaming Ranni for the onset of deathblight it's good to point out also that no one could've predicted the aftereffects of killing Godwyn's soul but preserving his body. the game reiterates that he was the first demigod to die, with no precedent as to what would happen let alone dying in such an unorthodox state. and if anyone's to attribute the rise of deathblight to you could point to Marika as a source for burying him under the Erdtree.
also...there seems to be a common idea that Ranni is an evil mastermind sitting in a dark room rubbing her hands together and laughing menacingly over the amount of bloodshed and suffering that came out of the Shattering, and that she sadistically murdered Godwyn for purely selfish reasons. but going through her questline it never seems like she ever took pleasure in the plot.
she felt she was doing what she had to to remove the Greater Will's influence. she's so aware that what she's doing is dangerous that she even refuses to take you along on the quest, YOU go out of your way to join her in her ending.
fromsoft games run with the themes that stagnation is destructive and in order for the world to get better there MUST be change. and Ranni wasn't the only one planning to disrupt the golden order, she was just the only one to succeed.
Miquella, a fan favorite, (and Malenia) grew the Haligtree specifically to replace the Erdtree. Mohg was trying to raise a new dynasty to replace the Greater Will with the Formless Mother. Both of them failed.
Miquella failed in the Haligtree. The Haligtree is rotting away. that's why he left in the first place. Mohg also failed, as we see that Miquella never woke up for him to become Mohg's god despite being fed blood.
#sam crying#ANYWAY.#thats my thoughts on the matter#im a huge godwyn fan but he had to die#might be a stretch to call leyndell knights his since theres speculation the mausoleum knights might be his army instead#but considering they use dragon incantations and we know it was godwyn who had a relationship w dragons and their worship#i wouldnt say its out there to think of leyndell knights as his#that morgott then took control of during the shattering
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MHA Ch.401 leak reactions
A chapter about All Might, Stain, and AFO is called “The Lunatic,” which really describes ALL OF THEM. Next there will be a chapter with the Rooftop Trio, the Origin Trio, the vestiges, and Tomura called “About A Boy.”
STAIN KNOWS ALL MIGHT BY SMELL? And goes around sniffing random blood splatters in the street?
Do you think Stain had an orgasm doing a combo attack with All Might?
AFO’s combination of “Forced Activation” and “Phlebotomy” to desanguinate himself is some next level horror shit.
Then again, AFO and All Might bleeding out for each other right after Toga and Ochako ended up the same way is poetic (romantic?)
Lol, of COURSE AFO can change his blood’s composition. That’s why his blood type and true family lineage is unknown. (Uhhh what else can he change?)
AFO MOUTH VORE! AFO MOUTH VORE!
Ok, I did not have “Stain pulls an Obi-Wan Kenobi” on my bingo card.
All Might is told to live by Stain…and by his car. Like the car thought, “Stain’s right, better make sure to emphasize that point as I lay dying.”
AFO goes back to the laser again. Very uncreative after FORCED PHLEBOTOMY.
TOSHI GETS ANOTHER SPIDER-MAN MOMENT!!!! I think his one un-shredded limb is his right arm, aka the one that goes SMASH, though he seems to be using his shattered left to help him crawl too.
But now the goo teleport quirk is in play!! Will AFO keep being distracted by All Might? Will AFO warp All Might with him this time??? And if not, is that the opening for Kurogiri, Mic, and Aizawa? (Omg, if they help carry Toshi the way Toshi carried Aizawa at USJ, my brain will break.)
#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha 401#mha 401#all might#toshinori yagi#stain#chizome akaguro#AFO#all for one
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Zelink gets Isekaied into BG3 Pt8: Goblin Camp
Zelda- High Elf Draconic Lineage Sorcerer
Link- Half Wood Elf Champion Fighter
So far: Team Zelda explored the Risen Road, Team Link dealt with Lady Ethel and Mayrina, and the Dream Visitor did an oopsie.
The party approaches the Goblin checkpoint outside the camp proper. Zelda, with the confidence of her mental victory over the Dream Visitor, uses her aura of authority (unrelated to the tadpole) to get the past the guards.
Right before they cross the bridge, the voice of The Absolute begins to dominate the party's minds. However, instead of the artefact, the Triforce symbol lights up on Zelda's hand and silences it with the sound of the bell of creation. (The sound that goes off when Zelda uses her power in BotW.)
The glowing Triforce fades and becomes a tattoo on her hand. In the confusion afterward, Gale asks to analyze the new tattoo. Once he does, he struggles to convey what he's found. Whatever power Zelda... used(?) was magical, but not of the Weave. His mind is racing, but Wyll steadies him. They have only conjecture and theories, so they resolve to continue on and wait for camp to get Gale to do more research.
In the Goblins' courtyard camp, the first thing they notice is Volo. Link is the only one who met him, since he left after interviewing Link about his encounter with Goblins. He gets dragged off into the Shattered Sanctum by Gribbo as usual.
Zelda plays with the Owlbear cub, Lae'zel humbles Crusher, Gale tricks Klagga out of the poem, and Astarion works his magic on Grat.
Inside the Shattered Sanctum, they first meet Priestess Gut. Zelda puts on a pretty good show of claiming that she's received a "divine message from The Absolute" that she needs to tell her in a more private setting. On the way to her chapel, she tells the party via tadpole link to ambush her on her mark. The assassination goes off without a hitch and Zelda says a prayer.
The party starts to investigate the Defiled Temple and takes out Polma the Ogre. During the short rest they take there, they discuss the strategy for the rest of the camp. They were unable to do recon due to running into Gut immediately upon entering. Link suggests a plan of recon and sabotage. Scope out the floor plan, locate Dror Ragzlin and Minthara, find and/or free any prisoners they can, destroy as many war drums as possible, and take out and hide as many patrolling guards as they can manage.
By exploring a bit further, Gale finds the Selunite puzzle room and decide to explore a bit before carrying out their plan. They find the Selunite Outpost in the Underdark. As fascinated as Zelda is, they have enough on their plate and go back up to carry out their plan.
The plan goes pretty well. Volo and Liam are freed, several drums and even more guards are taken out, Abdirak has no takers.
The party enters the worg pens and instead of demanding for the Goblins to leave the bear alone, Zelda tells the party to be ready to attack.
The fight's a bit chaotic, but it is a successful fight. Link and Zelda are the most surprised to see the bear turn into Halsin.
The conversation with Halsin goes as normal, no great solution to the tadpoles and the Grove is still in danger.
The party plus Halsin discuss the remaining Goblin leaders and how to go about dealing with them. They decide that Minthara is in a secluded enough area to take her out without alerting the rest of the camp. Then Ragzlin will be a full battle.
For the sake of stealth, Zelda asks Halsin to stay in the Worg Pen while they deal with Minthara.
The Minthara operation goes a bit sloppy, but luckily Zelda inadvertently hits Minthara with her staff in a pressure point as the Drow lunges at her, knocking her out. Minthara is left on the floor there since the Goblins in the room needed a bit more attention to eliminate.
The party fetches Halsin and in a glorious battle, the defeat Dror Ragzlin and claim the cult's treasure.
Right before the party warps back to the Grove, Link leans out the front door, sounds Lump's Warhorn, and they leave to let the Ogres have their fun.
#Baldur's Gate III#Baldur's Gate 3#BG3#Legend of Zelda#LoZ#Breath of the Wild#BotW#Tears of the Kingdom#TotK#Zelda#Link#Hero of the Wild#Zelink#Zelda x Link#Shadowheart#Lae'zel#Astarion#Astarion Ancunin#Gale Dekarios#Gale of Waterdeep#Wyll Ravengard#Karlach Cliffgate#Karlach#Volo#Volothamp Geddarm#Abdirak#Priestess Gut#Dror Ragzlin#Minthara Baenre
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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [Heaven Scenario]
ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Sakamaki manor
Yui: ( Uu...I can hear the storm raging outside. )
( I got scared and instinctively came to Subaru-kun's room but I wonder if he's even awake? )
*Knock knock*
Yui: Subaru-kun, are you awake?
Subaru: ...What do you want at this hour?
Yui: I'm sorry. But I'd really appreciate it if you could let me in...
*Rustle*
Yui: Kyah!?
ー Subaru opens the door
Subaru: Oi, whatcha screamin' for? Don't tell me you're scared of the thunder?
Yui: Y-Yeah. I am. That's why I want to be with you...
Subaru: You're such a scaredy cat. This sort of this has you pissin' your pants?
Yui: I mean, I can't help it.
Subaru: Guess I have no other choice. Come on in.
Yui: Yeah. Thanks.
ー The scene shifts to Subaru's room
*Rumble rumble*
Yui: Quite the weather we're having today. I feel as if it keeps on getting worse...
I wonder if this'll end well? It looks as if the window will shatter any second.
Subaru: It's not that bad. Stop worryin' so much.
Yui: But...
Subaru: I'm right here, see? But you're scared regardless?
Yui: ...No, I'm not scared when you're with me.
Subaru: ...! I see.
Yui: Subaru-kun...? Are you flustered, perhaps?
Subaru: Fuck off! I'm not! Stop starin' at my face!
*FLASH*
*Crash*
Yui: Eek...!
Subaru: What? Seems like you're still scared after all.
Yui: I mean, I didn't expect the thunder to be this loud...
Subaru: So I just gotta make it so you can't hear the thunder anymore, huh?
Yui: Eh? Yeah, I'd be very grateful if you could but...
Subaru: Come on, scoot this way. I'll give you special permission to get inside of here.
Yui: Inside of here...You mean your coffin!?
Subaru: Yeah. It's completely soundproof to the point where you can't hear the rain or wind at all, so feel free to use it.
Yui: ...Yeah, thanks, Subaru-kun.
ー Yui glances at the coffin
Yui: ( His kindness really shows in the way he'll look out for me despite his rough personality... )
( But the inside of a coffin is pretty narrow and dark, isn't it? )
( I feel as if having to get inside of here all alone will be scary in its own way... )
Subaru: ...What? Why are you looking back and forth between me and the coffin?
If you've got somethin' to say, then tell me.
Yui: ( It's a little too embarrassing to ask him to join me so...I can't bring myself to say that. )
( But I'm sure I'd feel much more reassured if he were with me. )
Subaru: ...
Aah! That's fuckin' unfair! Don't gimme that kinda look!
Yui: Eh? What kind of look?
Subaru: You know...The way you're lookin' at me right now!
Fine! You want me to join you in there, don't you?
Yui: Eh? You don't mind?
Subaru: I just offered it myself, didn't I!? Don't make me repeat myself a million times.
Yui: That'd be incredibly reassuring. Thank you, Subaru-kun!
Subaru: No need to make such a big deal out of it, is there...?
Come on, get in. God, you're such a handful.
Yui: Fufu, pardon me.
ー The two of them get inside his coffin
Subaru: How's that? A lil' better?
Yui: Yeah! This coffin really is amazing.
I think I understand why you like spending time in here so much now.
Subaru: Guess so.
Yui: The soundproof walls are remarkable as well. When you put on the lid, you actually can't hear anything anymore.
Subaru: Duh. Whose coffin do you think this is?
Yui: ( It really puts me at ease. So quiet and cozy... )
( But that's mostly because Subaru-kun here with me. )
( This is bliss. I'm no longer afraid of the rain or the thunder. )
( Fufu, it's almost hard to believe that I was so anxious earlier, cowering in fear at even the slightest sound. )
Hey, Subaru-kun.
Subaru: What?
Yui: It's surprisingly comfortable inside a coffin.
Subaru: Right? I optimized its comfort after all.
I didn't just consider how sturdy it'd have to be, but I thought very hard about the interior as well.
I chose an upholstery which would allow one to lie down for several days on end without it putting strain on the body. The softness of the fabric shouldn't disappoint either.
Yui: ( He's being unusually elated. I guess he really puts a lot of thought into his coffin. It's kind of cute. )
*Rustle*
Subaru: Oi, are you listenin'?
Yui: Ah, my bad, I spaced out. What did you say?
Subaru: ...No, it's nothin'.
Yui: ...?
What has gotten into him all of a sudden? He turned away...
Subaru: I said it's nothin', 'kay?
Yui: Nothing? ...Ah!
( I only just noticed that when inside this coffin, we're naturally huddled up together and our faces are close to each other as well... )
( Did he perhaps look away because he got embarrassed? )
Subaru: ...Ugh.
Yui: Subaru-kun, are you perhaps...?
Subaru: L-Let's call it a day already! This coffin is very comfortable to sleep in as well, you know!? I'm sure you'll be able to sleep soundly.
Yui: ...Yeah. You're right.
( He's going to sleep already? ...I feel a little sad. )
( I would have liked to chat for a little longer now that it's just the two of us.... )
I'm sorry, were you actually about to go to bed?
Subaru: Not really. I wasn't, but...
What's your problem? You can no longer hear the thunder, right? But you still can't sleep?
Yui: No, I just thought this was a good opportunity to talk a bit longer.
Is that too much to ask?
Subaru: ...
Yui: Subaru-kun...
Subaru: ...
Yui: ...
*Rustle*
Subaru: Ahー God. What's your problem? Stop starin' at me like that!
Yui: Eh!? I'm surprised you could tell while facing the other way?
Subaru: Your gaze is bothering me. I can't sleep like this.
Oi, Yui!
Yui: Eh? Ah, yes!
Subaru: Just how defenseless are you, cuddlin' up to a guy in a confined space like this?
You really need to start bein' a little more aware of potential dangers! How many times have I already told you this!?
*Rustle*
Yui: Ah...What has gotten into all of a sudden?
Subaru: It's not sudden! Clingin' onto me like that while givin' off that delicious scent...
How do you expect me to keep myself under control under these circumstances!?
Yui: Subaru-kun, why are you upset? Did I do something...?
Subaru: You still don't get it? Guess I have no other choice but to teach you once more then. I'll suck you thoroughly from your neck.
*Rustle*
ー Subaru bites her
Subaru: Hah, nnh...
Yui: Nn...Wait, Subaru-ku..Nn...
Subaru: Nn, kuh...Nnh...Why would I wait? You're the one who pushed me this far.
Yui: ( His fangs...are sinking in incredibly deep... )
Subaru: Haah...How's that? Do you realize your mistakes now?
Yui: Nn, my mistakes...? But I haven't done anything wrong...
Subaru: You're still sayin' that? I don't know if you're actually just ignorant, but you seduced a guy, didn't you?
Yui: S-Seduced!? I didn't!
Subaru: Aah!? You totally did! What if one of the other dudes attacked you instead!?
Yui: That wasn't my intention...I just wanted to talk and feel your touch because it's you...
I would never do this with another guy. I wouldnt like it if it's with someone other than you.
Subaru: Y-You...
Hah, is that so? In that case, I'll drink your blood even more, as you wish. From this side next...
Hah, nnh...Nkuh...
Yui: Ah...!
( He's being really intense...I fear that I might lose myself in this feeling... )
Subaru: Nnh, nn...Hah, nn...
Nnh...Hah, nn...Haha, your blood really is on another level. I seriously feel like I might go crazy.
Your body twitches just from running my fingers across your neck like this...
Yui: Ah, you can't, it tickles...
Subaru: Hehe, you don't actually dislike it, do you? Tell me that it feels good and that you want more.
Yui: I-I can't say something so shameful.
Subaru: Little late to get embarrassed at this point, no? We both know that you love it when I suck your blood like this. ...Hah, nn.
Nn, nkuh...Phew...Nn, haah...
Yui: ( Ah, oh no...I'm about to faint already... )
ー Yui loses consciousness
*Rustle*
Subaru: ...Ah? Shit. Did she faint?
My bad, I had too much! Oi, wake up.
Yui: ...Zz, zz...
Subaru: ...Oi, don't tell me you're asleep? Fuck, this sucks.
Yui: ...Zz, zz...
Subaru: I'm all alone with her in this narrow space right now.
And you're tellin' me I have to hold back!? You've gotta be shittin' me!
But she'll definitely get angry if I try anythin' funny while she's asleep, right...?
Haah...What am I supposed to do about this...?
ーー THE END ーー
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15 Lines of Dialogue - Rose Trevelyan
Thank you for the tag @the-rebel-archivist !
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
It would have been infinitely easier to do this with my Garrett Hawke, but I chose my girl, my rogue!Inquisitor, Rose Trevelyan. My long fic In the Shattering of Things is in first person, so I spend all together too much time inside her head. Most of her best lines are just thoughts really, but I stuck to dialogue here. The thing about Rose is that she's just a lady. It takes her ages to start to get her feet under her-- to trust that she has any capacity for leadership. And still she's out of her depth a lot of the time, so it's rare for her to have any grandiose soundbites.
But she's witty and brave. Bit of a brat. She meets the horrors of the world with compassion and pluck. And, personally, I think she's rather funny (especially in banter).
Is this the part where I learn you’re a vile rat instead of a cream puff?
If you weren’t so concerned with my melting you might have melted too!
I’m as good as an open book to someone like you. No reason to pretend I’m not. Leliana and Josephine would kill me for admitting as much, but there you have it. Only one of us was trained by Lady Mantillon.
Picking bits of chocolate out from between a stranger’s tits feels a touch bold.
Perhaps you resent her because she’s a little bit right. Elves have been denied rights and representation just as often as mages.
You put me here. On this bloody throne. You knew what I was. What I am. So imagine how I must feel when I hear something like that.
You should really rethink your height at the very least.
Given the state of the Inquisition’s finances, I’m not sure what I can hope for. A burlap sack with a wine colored sash perhaps?
That’s kind of you, Bull, but I’d appreciate knowing your objections ahead of sallying forth on the wings of my wild optimism.
Yes and with my eloquence, I’ll be lying face first in my own pile of metaphorical horseshit
I've half a mind to make a fool of myself with the Nug King. Maybe three-quarters a mind.
There’s nothing quite like a family with a storied lineage that’s managed to squander their wealth. The combination of snobbery and desperation is always a joy to behold.
It’s comforting to know I’m worth less than two trebuchets to you
I suppose the legend of the Herald has its uses, but it’s not for everyone. Some people would rather see that I’m frightfully ordinary.
It looks like the Veil is just over there up in the sky. But it’s everywhere isn’t it? Right here where we’re standing. Under the ice on the pond. Inside these tents. It’s strange to think of. Before all this it was easy to forget there’s magic in all of this.
Tagging @warpedlegacy, @skinwalkingxana, @ammoniteflesh, @kiastirling, @delicatefade, @samseabxrn , @crackinglamb, @breninarthur anyone else who wants to jump on!
#Rose Trevelyan#OC: Rose Trevelyan#Dragon Age Fan Fiction#Rogue!Inquisitor#In the Shattering of Things#Dragon Age Inquisition#Hawke x Trevelyan#Cullen x Trevelyan
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Yiga, Assemble! Oh wait this is a semi-serious story ([-})=* (Yiga/Forgotten Noble Reader)
Continuation of:
I'd like to think that Kohga has no recollection of who you are, but decided to help anyway because he couldn't pass you by. They're all literal murderers and criminals, mind you, but even with thousands of years of outdated moral codes to abide by, he's not always the best at doing the whole 'what would Ganon do' thing. Ironic, since he's the head honcho of their little family of murder-y evil worshipping freaks.
The tragic part of that is that you do remember. That doesn't explain how he's lived for over 100 years or if he was even alive back then now that the timeline has changed, but you suppose his longevity could potentially be attributed to some long-held secret of his family, provided their origin as ex-sheikah.
Yes, he is literally a century-old man-child. No, seems to have not matured one bit.
...and all the sudden you're sitting on the prototype of a car as he tinkers on the wheels, or exchanging small talk that's gone from distant and cold to something possibly... pleasant. It's a startling realization to find that you've come to actually 'tolerate' your captivity.
You know very little about him, about them all really, but you've caught small glimpses of who they might be, and that shatters your already broken perception of reality even more.
This man, who lights up at even the smallest of breakthroughs. This man who draws in the sand his ideas for schematics and muses about what the future might look like, as if he actually believes that future might happen. This man who delves deep into the abyss without a hint of fear for the benefit of the people he cares about. At some uncertain point, to your deeply unsettling discomfort, that started to include you, too.
And....You were... Hopeless. For so many years. Wandering, aimless, uncertain of your purpose or why you were even there.
You were always forgotten, even before. You'd been forsaken by more than just the royal family, by more than the citizens of that accursed Kingdom of Hyrule, by more than the one person you thought you could consider a friend, a true friend.
Your life as it was before had meant nothing, and it ended without even a pitiful struggle at the hands of the very people who now kept you as one of their own...
Your last life spent as the discarded member of the royal family was ended at the behest of the Yiga. That likely meant that he himself had been the one to deliver the order to strike you down.
Stumbling upon the cobble roads of Castle Town, a paper bag filled with apples and trinkets... Your voice calling after him as you ran to catch up to him, waiting for him to spin around--
You both must've realized by now that you could have attempted to escape at any point, and yet you for some reason hadn't. Would he let you go? Would they spare your life this time? Were you ever really free to come and go in your own kingdom?
They were tragically misguided people.
...who came from broken families after your lineage had failed to protect them for eons.
..and in the end,
Not your death, nor the countless others, none of them meant anything. Not anything in the face of it all.
At some point, realizing the fatal hubris of that wretched royal family, you came upon another startling realization.
Could you could have done something, had you not been so useless.
Had you found a place amongst the royal family, had you possessed grand powers like that of the crown princess Zelda, could the fathers and the grandfathers of these boys not been sent to die? Could that Calamity that you were no longer alive to witness have been halted had the country had one more leg to stand on? Could you have stepped up had you not been so weak by nature?
Could you have meant anything, after a life of living as if you weren't even there?
Well, it seemed it really was true after all. Because now there was no one in this world who even knew you were there.
Dark eyes, that glinted faintly red if caught just right in the light of the setting sun. A curious look sent toward you from above the stone wall upon which he sat. A hand reaching out, waiting to pull you up.
"Jeez! That was one scary look you had just now. If looks could kill, I'd tell ya!"
You snapped out of your thoughts, just to find a rag in your hand.... huh?
Oh, you were polishing dug-up Zonai relics. That made some sense. What didn't make sense was--
"Alright, you've been making weird faces for long enough." A hand reached out from over your shoulder and snatched the cloth from your hand. "Did you maybe wanna talk about it- Whoa, hey!!-" You jolted away and nearly knocked over the shelf of gadgets had it not been for his hands grabbing you and the symbol of his magic stabilizing it before it fell onto the both of you.
"Hey! Hey!!!-- What was that about?! You could've been smushed!! Splat!!!" He spun you around and shook you frantically, but you looked up at his stupid-masked face without fully processing the situation. "I didn't bring you in here to knock over all my stuff!!!"
He then stopped his panicked assault, but not without gripping your shoulders tighter and leaning closer, putting his face right in yours. That eye symbol stared at you, and in your state of mind you weren't sure what expression dashed upon your face as you focused on it.
But he did catch whatever expression you held and fell silent, casting his head down as he gently pulled his grip away.
"Well, whatever." He muttered, sounding more bitter than anything. "That's enough for today. Go do something somewhere else."
Wordlessly he pointed to the door, and as you came to your senses you looked down at your hands and then back at him. You didn't catch it, but as you turned to leave his raised hand faltered a little, before falling to his side.
Left alone, he couldn't hear your footsteps as you continued down the hall, and suddenly the room was heavy with silence.
Then, he clutched his fist and turned back to the workbench he'd been sitting at before. He shouldn't have kicked you out like he did. He should have just sat you down and had you rest for a moment.
And as he felt his hands, he held them out before flipping them over and staring at his open palms.
"Haah." He sighed, ungracefully plopping back down.
"...."
"....rrg!" Aaah!!" He stomped his feet and threw his fists up in the air. He then threw his head down and crossed his arms, groaning against his work desk.
He didn't even do anything, but when you looked at him like that...
"Rrrrrg!!! I didn't even do anything!!!" He continued to bang his fists and stomp his feet before slumping down flat against the blueprints he'd been working on. "...I didn't even do anything, so why..."
Why do I feel so guilty when I look at you?
#master kohga#x reader#reader insert#the legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#master kohga x reader#yiga clan#botw yiga#totk yiga#kohga#This one is very Kohga centered#slight angst#alternate universe#legend of zelda#fun for the whole family#reincarnated au#fanfic#even if it's just a banana#this banana for you#will proofread later
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My Godrick Headcanon is that in his youth he was naturally androgynous, so he never needed the mimic's veil to pass as a woman while fleeing from Leyndell. Some nullhead cooked up the rumors that he used the mimic's veil, which he let stick because he would rather have it be said that he used trans magic than the fact that he was a femboy.
I will also take this moment to point out how on peak the golden lineage hair genes are. Like holy fucking shit. Hormonal imbalances, the shattering, old age and trauma but the hair game is still on fleek
#godrick the grafted#godrick the golden#elden ring headcanons#elden ring#godrick takes my monster fucking obsession to new heights#okay but if it became canon that he grafted a dragon cock on to himself I wouldn't be surprised#if anything what i need from him is his hair care routine
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Somebody has to leave first
Star Wars, 1400 words,Ezra Bridger
Something something growing up something something ded parent something something Ezra Bridger in the Chiss Ascendancy. I've never heard of canon in my life.
Ezra Bridger talks to dead people.
They do not, it should be noted, talk back.
He knows all things are possible within the Force, so he's always gotta keep in mind that his monologues run the very real risk of becoming dialogues, probably at the most embarrassing or inconvenient times, but honestly if a ghost has nothing better to do than listen in on his diary entries to the beyond that says more about them than it does about him.
He doesn't talk to Kanan. It seems like the obvious assumption, follow in the shuffling footsteps of Obi-Wan Kenobi and claw out frantically for a point of stability to serve as compass in a world gone upside down. And there was a time where a smile or a few words of pride from Kanan was all Ezra needed to reinforce his foundations and stand tall and ready. But the truth of it is, he doesn't know if Kanan would be proud of him, which would be less of a problem if Ezra himself had any uncertainty about his life choices.
Besides, even ten years on every time he thinks about that last glimpse of Kanan, wreathed in flames, he wants to dig his fingers into his skin and deeper and pull and pull until the memory and the sick feeling in his stomach are gone. He cannot think about it. It is an impossibility, it is not something his mind is capable of bearing, the idea of another living person who he loves burning and burning and burning is not something that can live inside of him sustainably. He thinks of Kanan and he feels sick and sad and selfish for not being able to focus on all the good memories.
No, Ezra doesn't talk to Kanan. Ezra talks to people he has only ever known in death.
He talks to Master Mace Windu and tells him he wishes he knew how to see shatterpoints. Ezra is good at building connections, building bridges, yeah yeah yeah, but every web has one thread at risk, one point where a quick pull will unravel the whole thing. Ezra's had his entire life shattered twice before with no warning, he would really love to know how to prevent the inevitable third round. . Shouldn't this skill just come free with the lineage?
He talks to Thrass-- "can I call you Thrass?" Everybody says Thrawn needed a brother, and yeah, ok, his older brother died and Thrawn went off the rails there for a hot eighteen years, but Ezra's here now, reporting for little brother duty twenty years late with caccoleaf; but better late than never, right? It feels right, picking up Thrass's flag in the relay of Sky Walker investigation and running hard and fast with it as far as he can go. Feels kinda like when Zeb would start a repair project on the Ghost and then leave the second half for Ezra to finish off with no need for explanation or request, just the trust that Ezra knows what to do. ...Thrawn kinda feels like one of those handed off projects, too, but Ezra doesn't even say that part to the dead, just in case they really are listening and decide to tell on him. Ezra never had an older sibling by blood, but they seem to adopt him everywhere he goes. He figures it's his turn to adopt one back, even if it is posthumous.
He talks to Master Depa, because, as his grandmaster, she's legally required to think he's doing a great job. He talks to her about being a teacher on a warship, asks how she delt with knowing every time she ruffled Caleb's hair over breakfast it could be the last.
He tells her every time he wonders if he permanently stained his soul with the dark he remembers that she came back as strong a Jedi as anybody could ask, and it really does make him trust in himself.
He thanks her for raising Caleb, although would it have killed her to teach him just a biiiit of Vaapad?
He tells her he understands, fundamentally, like a burning cole lodged in his ribcage, her desperate need to protect her student, to die so that he could live.
He tells her she would be proud of the man Caleb became, but that it probably wasn't what she expected. Caleb didn't grow up into Caleb. Caleb grew up into Kanan, and secretly Ezra always wonders if Kanan would have been someone who would have fit back in with the Jedi of his childhood.
Ezra's cabinet of entirely metaphorical ghosts all roll their eyes at this transparent attempt at obfuscation, because all the ghosts Ezra has made up to talk to are assholes.
Ok, fine. So maybe Ezra's pretty sure that the found family who gave Ezra Bridger, Jedi Padawan a home might not know what to do with Stybla'ezra'bridger, Jedi Navigator.
It had taken Ezra and sacher actual months, long nights of sitting at Ezra's kitchen table with big sheets of paper and cheap wine, tossing potential names for their brand new program back and forth. They settled on Jedi Navigator mostly because Thrawn told them they had three days before the official paperwork had to be filed, and they hadn't come up with anything better that they could both agree on. Ezra hit submit on his part of the project proposal and that night he'd laid awake imagining a scenario where he got to tell Hera and Kanan-- "See? Jedi Navigator. Something from each of you."
He's heard the war is over. The Rebellion won and turned right back around to build another Republic. He's heard there's another Jedi --not Kanan, miraculously returned like Ezra dreams at least once a month-- and he's going to start a new order. And he's tried to imagine himself somewhere in all of that and it doesn't fit. He fit on a bunk bed in the Ghost with his family around him, doing their part to beat back the constant press of fascism. But there's no more Empire, no more family all squished together in one little ship. Even if he wanted to climb back into that bunk he knows his head would bump the top now.
The space between eighteen and twenty-eight feels like a lifetime. At eighteen Ezra had just gotten all his clay together and ready to be moulded into a person, and then he'd flung himself half way across the galaxy and wound up being moulded and fired in a different kilmn entirely. There's an Ezra somewhere out there who grew and changed right alongside that cramped little family, who moved forward in their orbit, chose his path and his place on the same game board. He probably knows how to fit in. He's probably working at the Jedi school or part of the reconstruction efforts on Lothal or a commander on a Republic ship stamping out the last remnants of the Empire.
Ezra's not jealous of this other version of himself, this what-if world he built in his own imagination specifically to hurt himself. He expected to be struck by the longing for home, by the bitterness of lost possibility. He isn't.
He can't tell Thrawn this because Thrawn spent eighteen years becoming something monstrous, shredding himself and everyone around him in an increasingly desperate dancing of 'I can fix this I can fix this I can fix this' and when he’d come back the hole his departure had left had long since healed over.
He can't tell Kanan this because--- the force of the explosion, maybe, was enough to make it quick--
Hera's a General now, apparently, and Ezra's certain it suits her just as he's certain even in a world where he'd stayed he wouldn't be asking a General for existential advice at 3:00 AM. Every thing he learns about what's happening in Lesser Space is a double-edged blade.
They aren't really supposed to know much at all-- not relevant, but Theliva keeps offering Ezra little nuggets of info about the Spectors like an awkward stepparent offering candy to win affection from a recalcitrant child. To which Ezra says, 'did you know it was actually just so easy not to join the Empire?' If Ezra's parents had been alive and he could have carried on their family legacy-- well. Isn't that what his whole life's been about, at the end of the day? Hauling around other people's legacies, trying to build something new out of the scattered pieces.
He offers himself up, everything he is on open palms to the gallery of ghosts, living and dead:
This is all I have to offer. It is enough.
#Star Wars#Ezra Bridger#tumblrfic tag#star wars why?#listen man i don't know#sometimes you realize you've grown up and you're not at all where you thought you'd be and that's ok actually#also wanted to poke at some of the weird things your brain does if you lose a parent young#anyway I do think at some point Ezra and Luke become like online friends who scream together about trying to teach Force sensitive kids#this is also clearly unbetaed because sometimes your brain starts writing in the shower and you just gotta throw it into the universe#star wars rebels#chissezra au
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Don't know if this has come up, but since the new part of Chapter 7 just dropped the other day, I just got hit with an idea on what Sebek's UM is or might be.
It's often a major joke that he is very loud and yells all the time. But what if that's because it's part of his UM that seeps out unconsciously? Like a sonic based attack or ability of sorts that doubles as a literal foghorn alarm clock (which is a nice parallel if you think about it since Silver is always sleeping). And if he's possibly twisted from Maleficent's lightning, what follows lightning? Thunder. And what happens when people are sleeping at night and there is a particularly loud thunder clap overhead? They wake up!
Also, think about it! In the second Halloween event, we find out that Sebek sings opera. And what is a common trope in media involving opera? Being able to break glass with your voice.
If my theory is right, Sebek's UM is meant to shatter the sleep spell around them because HE IS A LITERAL WALKING ALARM CLOCK!!!! 😂
I haven’t thought too much about what Sebek’s unique magic could be, but this is an interesting idea! Since unique magic is tailored to the individual, taking circumstantial evidence (personality, skills, etc) into account to predict the nature of it is fair. It’s similar to the line of thinking that leads many to suspect that Ace’s unique magic will be to copy others’ magic (since Ace himself is known to imitate his peers’ voices and picks up on new skills like dancing quickly; additionally, copying skills can be seen as a parallel to his mirror, Deuce, whose unique magic also relies on ‘borrowing’/using the power of others).
I like that this proposal for Sebek’s UM ties back to sleep and dreams, which seem to be very important for episode 7 given… recent events 😂 (I wonder if his loudness will actually be a plot point??? Imagine Sebek singing like a dejected Disney princess to save the day—)
I forgot where it was exactly, but I do remember reading a fairy tale retelling which featured a princess that was able to use her gift of song to disorient her enemies (literally by singing so high-pitched that it ruptured eardrums) and to summon animals to fight for her (though the latter sounds like a skill Silver would have, not Sebek). It’d be super coincidental if Sebek ended up having similar abilities due to the loudness of his voice.
Something I wonder is?? Not just what Sebek’s UM is but if he already has it or not!! He was apparently a late bloomer when it came to developing his general magical abilities, so I wonder if this also extended to his UM. Sebek seems to be perpetually locked in a state of identity crisis since he’s always holding up one half of his lineage and putting down the other half. Does this inability to accept and to recognize himself as he is preventing him from unlocking his UM…? Or has he already acquired it through sheer force of will and training??? I want to know so badly!! (If Sebek doesn't have his UM yet, it might also be interesting to see him and Ace bond over their feelings of inadequacy?? And then maybe unlock their UMs one after the other like Deuce and Epel did!)
I also think 🤔 Is Ortho able to acquire a UM…? Because it would be cool to see him also bond with Ace and Sebek over that detail! (I feel like those three, or at least Ace and Sebek, are still trying to figure out their identities and learning to be comfortable with who they are, thus perhaps leading to a lack of UM.) And do you know what that means???? 👀 It means we have a red (pink), green, and blue trio without their UMs… PINK, GREEN, AND BLUE LIKE FLORA, FAUNA, AND MERRYWEATHER, THE THREE GOOD FAIRIES…
#Ace Trappola#Sebek Zigvolt#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#notes from the writing raven#Deuce Spade#Silver#Epel Felmier#Othro Shroud#Flora#Fauna#Merryweather#Sleeping Beauty#twst theory#twst theories#twisted wonderland theory#twisted wonderland theories
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