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nuttynutcycle · 6 months

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Prompt fill for @epiclamer prompt fill game! “Okay I know it was literally JUST posted but what about a switcheroo, tall villain and short hero :]'

“Little one,” he hummed, “Come out of your hiding place.” His grin sharpened as he reduced a pine tree into splinters and broken branches. “I won’t bite.”

That was less than reassuring. The protagonist clutched the stolen plans closer to her chest, barely daring to breathe.

The antagonist had sneered when he found the empty case, smiled when the protagonist barrelled out of their hiding place through a window and laughed as she ran into the forest. Equal parts leisurely and methodical, the glint in his eyes riveled the one lining the axe.

“Leave the plans behind. Still time to escape.” the antagonist cut down another tree and the protagonist winced. She curled her body and crawled under a fallen tree, moving as quickly as she dared.

After weeks of preparation, three bribed guards and nine bypassed levels of security, leaving the plans was not an option. Her breath hitched when she saw the electric fence come into view. The buzz in the air meant the antagonist had gotten the power back on before she had predicted. Stomach on the ground, she wiggled into a rotting log. Gross, but effective.

“I know your face.”

She unrolled the plans and winced at another tree crashing through the underbrush. Her eyes flickered over the diagrams, committing as much as she could to memory.

“One of my more impressive talents is my ability to find people,” the antagonist said as casually as having a chat about the weather. “And those they care about.” Another tree fell, skewering the moss below. “Can you really protect everyone?”

No, but that’s a problem for later. She took one last look at the plans, counted to three and crawled out of the log and into plain sight. The sticks hurt her hands and the dust made her cough.

The antagonist grinned, eyes shining through the haze.

“Are these your plans?” She held up the plans in mock surrender. “I thought they were your diary. My bad.”

He twirled his axe. “Giving up that easily is a disappointing end.”

“What can I say?” Her shrug did nothing to hide her tremor. “You make very effective threats.”

“One of my many talents. Drop them on the ground.”

“I’d like to make a deal,” She swallowed dryly. “I give you the plans, you turn off the electric fence for the next ten minutes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Counteroffer – I put my axe in your knee and take the plans before your first scream is finished.”

“Shame, I was on track to win the ‘Best Legs’ contest at work.” The protagonist slowly backed away.

The antagonist laughed at that, some mirth entering his grin. The tip of the axe rested against the ground. “Alright, have it your way. As soon as my property is back inside, I’ll turn the fence off for ten minutes.”

“…I have your word?” The antagonist was many things, but in their line of work, his word was as close to honourable as you could get.

The antagonist nodded.

Maybe the protagonist would regret this, but she tossed the plans to the antagonist. The antagonist reached up and casually placed the plans on an overarching tree branch – out of the protagonist's reach.

“Thank you for returning my work.” The antagonist’s expression shifted, eyes sharpening and smile hardening.

Welp. “This was nice.” She struggled to keep her voice steady as he matched her backward scramble step for step. “But my team is waiting for me, I really must be going-“

“It was foolish,” his hand slammed into a tree beside her, sending splinters and wood chips flying, “to memorize my property.”

The protagonist’s voice faltered. “We have a deal.”

“And as soon as you’re secured in a cell and the plans are in their case, I’ll cut power for ten minutes. I’m a man of my word.” He levelled the axe at the protagonist, and this close, the bloodstains were clearly visible. “Walk.”

The protagonist’s breath hitched as she turned back towards the imposing building.

“Don’t be upset.” The antagonist said from behind, axe twirling. “Desperation suits you.”

#my writing #writing #prompt #prompt fill #snippet #writing snippet #heroes and villains #hero x villain #protagonist and antagonist #sorry this took so long!#no editing we die like men #sorry for the crappy writing

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 13 days

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This is inspired by this ask! Thank you for letting me use this idea @ceilidho. Also not proofread because it's late and I should really be sleeping

Part 2 here

Butcher!Simon who can't help but get excited, as excited as he can get, when he sees you walking down the sidewalk towards the shop.

You're such an adorable thing, really. Always nervously wringing your fingers when you leave your dog outside. Always polite and soft spoken. He's never seen anyone as pure as you before (even tho he can't know how pure you are but compared to him you are basically a saint).

Your dog is the opposite of you, big and scary with a mean face but utterly whipped for you. It's obvious that you got it for protection and it's intimidatingly well trained. Simon admires the way you handle the animal. He wouldn't mind letting you handle him the same way.

Him and the dog might not be so different, he thinks. Both hardened old men, used to a harsher lifes, that soften for you and would follow your lead every day. Hell, he'd be as well behaved as your dog too if you put a collar and a leash on him and kissed his head the way you kiss your dogs when you leave him outside.

It's a familiar dance at this point, you tie your dog to the pole outside, look into the shop, notice Simon already looking at you and promtly look away at your dog once more.

You draw a few deep breaths, kiss your dogs head (damnit he never thought he'd be jealous of a dog) and Simon can't help but smile behind his mask, utterly enamored.

If only you weren't so intimidated by him. He really wishes he could have a conversation with you but he never gets more out of you than one word answers and a finger pointing at the meat you want.

And fuck, Simon is no conversationalist but he's really trying for you, but you're so damn timid around him. If he doesn't get to hear your pretty voice more he might just lose his damn mind.

So when you open the door, the chime a soft sound in the backround, entirely unfitting for this type of shop, his gruff voice stops you.

"You can bring him in with ya."

"I'm sorry, what?", you ask, confused.

"The dog.", Simon clarifies and you stand there in the open door looking at him like he just told you that he'll be butchering and selling your dog next.

Did he already fuck this up? You seem even more intimidated than usual. The diversion from your routine making your interaction even more tense. He tries to soften his voice when he goes again.

"You can bring your dog inside with ya, if it makes you more comfortable, sweetheart."

Your eyes are big when you meet his. Whether it's because of what he offered or the petname that slipped out, he isn't sure.

"But the sign says only service dogs?", you question genuinely confused.

Simon nearly snorts at your expression, like a deer caught in the headlights and damn him, if he doesn't wanna catch you.

"It's fine, just don't tell the boss. He won't know that it's no service dog as long as you don't rat me out. The boss can't tell a dog from a cat if I'm bein' honest.", he whispers conspiracionally. And then he swears he nearly has a heart attack.

You giggle. You giggle and blush brightly red at the same time, hiding your mouth with your hand and it takes everything in Simon to stop himself from jumping over the counter and pulling that hand away because the glimpse of your smile?! Yeah, he's fucked.

"Maybe next time I'll bring him in with me.", you finally answer. And Simon could die a happy man, finally having had a conversation with you (maybe just a short one but a conversation nontheless) that involves something other than the meat.

He's utterly fucked when you walk up to the counter, still blushing prettily (he didn't know he could make you do that so easily) and softly say your order.

He's utterly fucked when you pay, look at his name tag and say: "Thank you, Simon."

His name in your voice is a sound he will never forget again. He's sure he sounds like a fool when he says: "Have a nice day."

He's even more fucked when you turn around and he watches your cute ass walk out of the shop, giving your dog a treat for being so well behaved.

He nearly faints when you turn around, before walking away, gift him with a smile and wave goodbye. He returns the gesture mindlessly, glad that his mask is hiding the stupid expression he surely is wearing at that moment.

Oh yeah, he needs to catch you. And for that he'll have to prepare dog treats for next time.

#the sewer writes #butcher!simon x gn!reader #simon x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #just a short thing #and it turned out really crappy although it was nice in my head #sorry about that

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criticaaaaaaaal · 2 years

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new......... new au

pt 2

#the owl house #luz noceda #amphibia #anne boonchuy #NEW AU *BACKFLIPS*#the bush girl and the double menace au #you'll see what i mean about the double menace #i am SO sorry if my handwriting is SUPER super crappy. i might write a transcript #king clawthorne

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hobiebrownismygod · 3 months

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May I request a Fic where readers Birthday lands near Christmas. My own falls on the day after. Reader constantly pretending like it doesn’t get annoying when people don’t separate their birthday from Christmas. How would Hobie remedy this?

Sorry this took so long! I loved writing this and I hope it was accurate to what you were asking for. Thanks for requesting! <3

Hobie Brown x GN!Reader ☆ Masterlist ☆ Taglist

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You woke up shaking your head, rubbing your eyes with a yawn. It was bright outside, light snow peppered along the glass of the windows, letting in enough of the sun to leave you blinded for a moment.

You glanced over at your beeping alarm clock and shut it off with a groan. You must've forgotten to turn it off.

It was the day after Christmas and everyone had gone back home, the holiday season basically over. Your living room was littered with wrapping paper you hadn't picked up from the night before, with a few little present you'd gotten from your friends here and there.

It had been a nice day. In fact, you'd enjoyed it a lot.

The only problem was...today was your birthday.

And no one remembered.

Well...that wasn't necessarily true. Some remembered, but they'd wished you yesterday, rather than today, mashing your birthday up with Christmas and calling it a "double-whammy". Telling you you were so lucky to have your birthday fall so close to one of the "best days of the year."

But you didn't really feel lucky.

Ever year your birthday was forgotten or disregarded, often ending with some of your friends completely forgetting how old you were in the first place. You couldn't count on your fingers how many times your friends had gotten your age messed up because they'd forgotten your birthday had passed just the day after Christmas.

They'd apologize of course, but it didn't feel the same.

It felt like your birthday was something...boring. Unremarkable. Unnecessary.

And over the years, you'd eventually stopped celebrating it as much, not really paying mind to the years passing by, each time with fewer and fewer birthday wishes and surprise calls.

And you expected today to be exactly the same.

You tiredly stumbled down the stairs, stretching your arms out clumsily as you noticed your boyfriend standing in the kitchen, cooking something.

"Hobes?" you called out curiously, walking over and peering over his shoulder to glance at whatever he was making. "What're you doing?"

"Jus' makin' ya a proper birthday breakfast. Y'like flapjacks right?" He asked offhandedly, flipping over the pancake with a swish of his wrist.

Your eyes widened slightly and you couldn't help but feel your heart jump. "A birthday breakfast?" you asked softly.

"O'course. It is your birthday, right? I didn't mess it up?" He asked quickly, gazing at your expression to make sure he was right. "What? Were you expecting me to forget?"

"No, no, I just-" you stopped yourself. "Yeah. I kind of thought you'd forget." You said with a slight smile.

"How could I forget my dove's birthday?" he asked with a hearty laugh, tossing one of the pancakes onto a plate for you. "I got ya a present too"

"you already got me a present though?"

"That was for Christmas. Christmas isn't the same as y'birthday, darling." He said with a smile, pouring an ample amount of syrup over your perfect pancakes. "Your birthday’s much more special."

"You think so?" You asked with a sparkle in your eyes as you took the plate from him, grinning at the little smily face he'd made.

"Are ya mad? O'course it is! Your birthday is one of the most special days of the year." He said, pouring the batter over the pan once again and adjusting his little apron around his waist.

"Everyone else left already though." You said a little dejectedly, grabbing a fork from the counter. "It's the day after Christmas, everyone'll be out of the spirit. It's kind of a crappy time to have a birthday-"

"Don't say that" he cut you off, pointing his finger at you. "It's the perfect time to have a birthday. Everyone else is off doin' other crap, so it's just you and me!" he put his arm around you, pulling you a little closer with a smile. "Sound fun?"

You laughed, burying your face in his shoulder and hugging him. "You're amazing."

"I try." he responded quietly, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back. "Now eat your breakfast. I've got the best day planned for you, lovey."

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drunkenlionwrites · 11 months

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Eldritch horror Trigun AU. Vash x Reader

GIF by roseillith

Sending thanks to @jelly-doughnut-drabbles for the amazing idea! This is less of a Dark Fantasy AU, more like an AU set in a canon Trimax Universe.

The reader here is just a character for exposition, but if I continue it, it will definitely be reader x Vash fic.

I want it to be more on par with Lovecraft’s eldritch horror/cosmic horror.

The cold wind blew harshly - so strong, that your cloak did nothing for you, even if it was weaved with sturdy worm’s bristle. The grass caressed your bare feet, though wet with cold due, they were making you feel even more cold. The valley behind the Old City and the lake was not far ahead, so you persisted on your journey, determined to fill your jugs with as much fresh water as you can carry. Slipping among the ranks of Hunters outside was a hard task, but you just burned with desire to venture outside once again, even if the surface was swarmed with Prymaras. You’ve felt both excitement and primal fear pumping through your blood, making you feel bolder and more adventurous, as well as cautious and careful.

Once you arrived at the bank of the lake, you’ve hastily pulled the jugs out of the sack, filling them with water, both your hands submerged into the icy water. Now you just need to fill them all, cork and quickly retreat Home. When you’ve finished pulling the last one out of water, you’ve noticed a pair of piercing blue eyes watching you. Dropping it and falling painfully onto your bum, you tried to descry the creature watching you under the five Moons. It was an enormously tall man, wrapped in the red cloak. “The bringer of Ruin” you whispered to yourself in terror, your lips quivering, your limbs refusing to move. This is it. This is the end for you. You should’ve listened to didus’.

He slowly approached you, squatted down pulling the cloak from his head and held out his hand palm up, as if you were a wounded animal. He said something to you in a language you didn’t understand, his timbre gentle and coaxing. You just looked at him with wide eyes, filled with terror, at which he shook his head, sighed at started conversing in your own language. “Where did you come from, girl? It’s dangerous out here. You could’ve been captured by all kinds of creatures roaming out here. Are you one of the underground folk? Come, I’ll walk you closer to your home.” “You…you speak my tongue?” you managed to stutter out. “Are you him? The Bringer of Ruin”? He looked solemnly at you, saying “I have many names. I am not aware of that one, but I may be him, yes” he gave you a pained smile. At your terrified gasp, he looked into your eyes once again and slowly said “I have no intention of harming you, girl. Come, I’ll walk you home. Can you get up?” he asked, taking your sack with one hand and hoisting it up to the shoulder, his other hand stretching out to you...

“Didus’!! Didus’!” you screamed on the top of your lungs, descending countless stairs. You’ve gotten your fair share of scolding by the gate guards, and as soon as they let you go, you’ve made your way to your hut as soon as possible, banging on the door still in shock. “What happened to you, child? Where have you been?” an old man opened the door, catching you into his arms, when you collapsed onto your knees as soon as the door opened.

Tears began streaming down your face, your small figure shuddering as you wailed in your grandfather’s arms. Your little brothers and sisters gathering in a small room, their faces full of worry and fear, inquiring from you and grandfather about what has happened to you, the younger ones also beginning to cry, with older ones trying to console them. Once peaceful cozy household descending into chaos for half an hour.

When you came to your senses, you told the whole story to your family by the old shell rock table, sipping on the mole soup grandfather managed to cook using the fresh water you brought. “Foolish, foolish child!” didus’ scolded you. “By the way you described him, it could have been The Bringer of Ruin. The fallen god of Past…No one who saw him has lived to tell the tale on how exactly he looks. Don’t you ever do such a reckless thing again! We can use the underground water just as anyone else. “It’s too dirty. I want them to eat more healthily so they can grow up being sturdier and stronger than I am” you pointed to your siblings with a move of your head. “Sestro, we will be fine! Just don’t go out…please…” the eldest brother said.“Who’s that dyadya the sister has met? Grandpa, grandpa, tell us! Younger children pestered the old man. He grunted after taking some time thinking about it.

“All right. But I’ll tell it to you just for the reason of making sure you won’t be sneaking away like your careless sister did, okay?” You silently crossed your arms at that, but did not dare to say a word, listening to your grandpa. You knew the tale, but no one has told it to younger ones. “This story is not for children, for it is as dark and gloomy as it is truthful. This is a story about our Universe and the Creation of the Old city and the New city.” Grandfather continued.

"The ones who lived before us has written that before the Ruin our land was full of sand and was scorching hot, warmed by the two Suns. People used to live on the surface, everyone was safe, and the land was relatively prospering, before the Old God sent two of his Angels to punish our kind for cruelty and greed our ancestors possessed. The ancient ones wrote that people used to rely on other folk, called Plants, for the land in the past was not prosperous and didn’t have enough food and materials for the folk to use. Those Plants could use their powers to create all kinds of things: provisions, eternal light, eternal water, eternal flame among other things. But people were cruel and greedy, so those two Angels were sent to bring the end of the cruel age, but one of the Angels fell in love with people on this planet and tried to save us, fruitlessly, from his brother, the second Angel, which took the Plants from people and doomed us to death, destroying everyone and everything he could so that he can build a New World.

The second Angel managed to save some people, which were our ancestors, so this is how we have ended like this. This was thousands of years ago, so our land has changed a lot. Some folks think that what we call “prymaras” used to be those “plants”, but they became corrupted by our greed and the Angel’s scorn for humanity. Now we are doomed to dwell underground, relying on strong and brave people among us to bring us resources from above. At least we are relatively safe here, so long as we can stay strong and train the best Hunters and Gatherers.

The thing you should be afraid of the most though, are two Angels, who still roam above. The Bringers of Ruin: the one who wears a red cloak and The Corrupted one. Even though it’s believed that one of them loves humans and there are tales of him saving some who almost perished above, the last seeing of him was so long ago, that no one among the living remembers it. He’s also called a bad omen. So, kids, learn from your foolish sibling and be nice, eat well, train well and everything will be okay.”

He smiled while finishing his story, his eyes closed and the whole face covered in deep wrinkles. His voice and the tale calmed the siblings, their tummies full of warm food, the light in the oven warming up making the hut feel safe and cozy. The whole story resembled a grim fairytale to caution little children to not do the things the adults don’t approve of. The household peacefully went into deep slumber after thanking their grandfather, the sole caretaker. They need to awake well rested and strong tomorrow, after all.

Sorry I half-assed it a bit. It was just brewing and brewing in my head, I needed to spew out an exposition.I also used a few words from my native language, cause I have an idea that the new society kind of all came back to the native languages they used before coming to Gunsmoke. Just for fun. So the words are: Prymara - a ghost/ a nightmare Didus' - grandfather Sestro (from sestra) - sister Dyadya - an uncle

Here's some of the lore of this Universe I have in my head:

Knives achieved all his goals. The Earth fleet has been destroyed, all the Plants taken from humans, with humans slowly dying out, only smaller portion staying alive with Vash’s help.

Knives beginning building his “Paradise” slowly terraforming Gunsmoke, first making it into a decent prosperous planet, but slowly going insane, still being fused with a big portion of his “sisters” and having nothing to live for anymore, no one to talk to.

Vash is hiding from his brother, helping the few colonies of people to settle underground, helping them to live their lives.

Knives finally has a psychotic breakdown and does something to the Suns, probably eliminating them (maybe closing them in a different dimension/destroying/whatever, which corrupts Plants and makes them into mindless constantly hungry creatures, needing life energy to continue existing (ironically), so they capture any living being that they can on the surface. The settling of the reader calls them Prymaras.

The society we have now is more of a family tribe style now, completely depleted of any kind of technology, relying on gathering, hunting outside, which requires the strongest specimen, with weaker ones weaving clothes, making simple furniture, tools and utensils.

They have limited knowledge on what has happened in the past, relying only on the notes of the ancestors.

They have health problems because of leaving underground and by not having a light source even if ascending on the surface ( I don’t care about the fact that the surface would be a striking cold temperature in reality not suitable for any form of life, it’s still a fantasy/horror, so it’s just like a Never-ending Night or something like this), that’s why they most value the physically healthy and strong individuals.

Humanity is no longer having contact with Vash, considering him a Bad Omen, guilty in the Ruin, terrified of him just as much as of Knives.

Vash wanders the planet all alone for thousands and thousands of years, seeking a way to restore the Suns and heal the Plants somehow, still refusing to kill. Still searching for penance.

Song used while writing "Toumei" by Alber Karch, Ichiko Aoba

#vash x reader #trigun x reader #vash x you #trigun x you #trigun facnfiction #vash the stampede #trigun au #it just lives in my head now #i hope somebody likes it #sorry for the crappy writing tho i was in a rush #lion writes

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doevademe · 11 months

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Short prompt: What if Nico was a year older than Percy? When Annabeth, Thalia and Percy went to Westover Hall to look for the Di Angelo siblings and saw Nico checking his Mythomagic cards (even if he's 15 he is still a lovely freak) Percy's first thought was "I want to play with him" and the second was "OMG he is dark and cool" and he got so crushed by teen!Nico. And being the adorable Seaweed Brain idiot he is, the first thing he does is going near Nico and blurts: Hey, I'm Percy. Wanna dance with me? (Remember they were on the school dance) What happens next, I'll let you think~~

Percy was uncomfortable.

But he needed to be here. Grover had found a couple of demigods, siblings, and very powerful. The loud music filled the cheaply decorated gym as he, Annabeth, and Thalia shuffled awkwardly trying to blend in.

Usually, he got expelled before any big balls like homecoming or prom ever took place, and he felt really out of place among the 11-16 year olds just dancing to the music or hanging awkwardly by the punch table.

He really wanted to join that second group, but Grover was panicking, since he only caught sight of the older sibling, a girl that was sipping from her fruit punch and looked like she wanted to run away or go Carrie on the attendees.

"We might find the other one on the dance floor," Annabeth said. Her tone seemed to be hinting at something, but Percy, for the life of him, couldn't think of what.

"You and Grover can do that," Percy said distractedly, then he turned to Thalia, missing his best friend's frown. "Can you stay by the one we found? We don't want two missing demigods."

Thalia looked like she wanted to argue solely because Percy had proposed it, but bit her lip and nodded curtly.

"What about you?" Annabeth asked, looking intensely at him.

"I'll... look by the bleachers," Percy said. Anything to escape this atmosphere.

He ran away before Annabeth could protest, and once he was behind the bleachers almost tripped on a guy wearing tweed sitting on the floor, organizing a deck of cards.

"Is that... Poseidon?"

His father's visage was extremely accurate, as he swung his trident around while atop a chariot pulled by hippocampi.

"One of my favorites," the guy said back. "He gives the best terrain boons if you have the right deck."

Now Percy didn't know what the guy was talking about, but the way his velvety voice said it made his throat dry as if he was tossed in the middle of the desert.

"Oh, cool," was all he could say. The guy looked up and smiled at him. Percy froze. His eyes were dark like an abyss, and his pale complexion almost glowed from the reflection of the gym lights.

"You're also hiding," he stated simply. Percy could only nod. "Me too. My sister is far more social than me. She gave up on making me interact with others long ago."

"Um... I'm Percy, by the way," he said. And because he hadn't proved how lame he truly was yet, he added, "Wanna dance with me?"

The guy looked shocked before looking back at his hand full of cards. With the low lighting it was difficult to tell, but his cheeks may have turned slightly redder.

"Everyone would see..." He said so low it was almost lost to the music. "Do you... maybe want to stay here and... play with me?"

"Okay!" He said stupidly, not even hiding his excitement at sitting close to the guy. "I don't know how to play, though..."

The guy smiled again and beckoned him closer. Percy followed and sat down as if bewitched.

"It's okay, I can teach you," he said kindly, offering him some of the cards. "I'm Nico, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Nico."

Percy didn't know how much time passed as Nico explained the basics of Mythomagic (apparently it used both cards and figurines?), but he was entranced as this cool, older guy taught him how the game worked and a few tricks to the deck he had lent him.

"Okay, I think you're ready," Nico said finally as he set his deck down. "Let's start."

"Peercy!" Grover's familiar bleats interrupted them. Percy was about to look at him in annoyance when he noticed how panicked he looked. "The girl is... oh, you found Nico."

"You were looking for me?" Nico asked, and Percy remembered why he was here. The demigods. Chronos rising, make sure he didn't have more supporters.

"I... I guess I was," he managed to say. Nico looked bemused. "It's a bit of a long story, you see—"

"There's no time!" Grover interrupted again. "Dr Thorn! He... has Annabeth, and Bianca too! Thalia is going after them, but—"

"My sister?" Nico stood up, worried. "What does that creep want with her?"

"We'll explain later," Percy promised.

Despite being worried for Annabeth, a part of him was also excited. He could finally show Nico that he could be cool, too.

"Right now, we have a rescue to go to."

#Percico #my writing #writing prompt #ask #proscrix #sorry this took so long #had some issues with stuff related to lore #things that this prompt doesn't even touch on #but it mattered to me #Also crappy internet

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randomchaosyay · 3 months

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Ginba Orochi - Music

Warnings: None

Reader gender not specified

Happy Birthday to music boy 🩵

“The match up for the finals has been decided folks, it’s (Y/n) versus Ginba Orochi!” You felt a grin form on your face as Hanami announced the match up, following Orochi’s semi-final victory.

As people slowly started dispersing from the stadium you made your way over to your boyfriend, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Congrats on the win, you better not go easy on me love.” You congratulated Orochi on his quick burst victory.

“Same to you.” Orochi said, a small smirk on his face.

You both parted ways there, you had a tradition not to see each other till the day of the match, so neither of you would accidentally give up any strategies or plans that you’d use the next day.

You spent the day perfecting your new launch and training. Both of you had battled each other many many times, but the win loss board was exactly 50-50, you both had an equal amount of wins and losses against each other. This time you were definitely going to come out on top, you were sure of it.

~🩵Time skip to the next day🩵~

“It’s time for the long awaited final of the tournament, (Y/n) versus Ginba Orochi” The crowd was cheering loudly as both of you entered the stage. You both quickly launched your beys at the start signal and after a tough match you won, with a burst finish.

51-50, The sound of the burst was music to your ears.

#writers block 😩#I couldn’t really remember his personality and they took the show off Netflix 😭#happy birthday music boy🩵#fanfic #x reader #beyblade #beyblade x reader #one shot #crappy writing #Ginba Orochi #Orochi Ginba #Orochi ginba x reader #Not much actual interaction #sorry!

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marsgod · 2 years

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May I request a staff!gn!reader who’s actually Crowley’s younger sibling but they’re nothing like them? Like they’re the literal opposite of the Headmage

And whenever the Headmage comes to their class to “visit” aka embarrass them in front if the whole class, they will use magic to kick him out if they have to

And they’re not afraid to blast a fireball at him to get out.

Ans if anyone even laughs ot breathes wrong during or after Crowley’s visit, they’re getting detention

I pray for the ADeuce duo 🙏🙏

- underrated staff anon

omg….. Ace would be in constant trouble (x10000)

In short, Ace is laughing/screaming, Deuce is crying, Crowley is desperately trying to escape and [name] is unimpressed.

⇢ Twst x Gn! Crowley’s sibling! Reader

⇢ Warnings; N/a

Crowley is def the type of sibling to embarrass his siblings, older or younger, intentional or not

He just loves you and he’s extra so obviously that mixes rlly well

When you came in and applied? omg he did not let you rest a second, he was constantly over to your room to talk about this and that l

yall also constantly fight and that’s probably the only time everyone likes crowley being over cus yall get physical rather easily…

Crowley raced into the class, hanging onto the door has he hunched over to catch his breath before waving his arms. Your stare and the stares of students did nothing to deter him from coming up and whispering in your ear.

you looked at him in confusion before staring Yuu and Grim in the eyes, “No.. Really? This’ll be fun then,”

Yuu felt a shiver as a smile that could only be described as sadistic graced your lips, you were still staring and they prayed you would at least blink. Do something other than stare at Yuu as if you were going to send them through hell.

You both continued your conversation, turning away as Ace leaned in,

“What did you do?” He aggressively whispered

Yuu stiffly waved their arm before whispering back, “I don’t know what I did, They just looked at me!”

“Ah, talking in class? You two should know better, come see me after class.”

The entire “I’m so gracious” theme that he does sometimes spreads to you, everyone can see how similar you are but you will fire ball them if they mention it

#twst headcanons #twst x you #twst x reader #twst staff #{cecilia} >underrated staff anon #twisted wonderland #twst crowley #im sorry this took so long #i had an idea but then lost it and the paragraph w it;-;#if i get a better idea i’ll send it but sit w my crappy writing for awhile👍#{..🌸writing🌸..}

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aangelfreckles · 1 year

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I'm curious about what y/n's motivations are as to why they tried out to be the royal guard for two substitute rulers. Was it fame? Money? A title? Was there a debt they needed to repay? Friends? Love at first sight?? Was it... because they were playing the long-game assassin/intel collection? Prophecy?? --

bonus question in the chances that the previous question were major spoilers. What are the boys' opinion on y/n or what do they like/dislike about them? :3

Eeek such good questions!! Ok ok so this gonna be done in multiple parts because the comic I'm making about Sun and Moon's opinion on Y/N are a bit long (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

So let's start with Y/N motives!

TW! THIS PIECE HAS SLIGHT BLOOD AND SLIGHT IMPLICATIONS OF PAST ABUSE

Y/N was raised in a village quite far from the rest of the kingdom but still close enough to be considered a part of it, They never saw outside of that small village in their childhood. from the day they learned to walk they were constantly trained by their mother to be a royal guard, nothing else. They were put through years of ruthless training and grew up with a mindset that their only use was to be a royal guard. They have no idea why their mother wanted them to do this so badly, they learned to stop asking after a while. When it was finally time for them to tryout for the royal guard position they knew they couldn't mess it up, this is all they know.

Now, what would happen if 2 rulers showed them that they matter a lot more than just being a guard? (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

#some Y/N lore be upon yee #I'll go in a bit more detail when i post their ref sheet #someone give this poor guy a hug #sun #sun x y/n #moon #moon x y/n #daycare attendant #sun x reader #fnaf #sun and moon au #moon x reader #tw slight blood #tw slight implications of abuse #tysm for the ask!#twin rulers au #daycare attendant x reader #sorry for my crappy writing

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asger-eerika · 4 months

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https://youtu.be/G71DmxRvpzc?si=bomCrIVrZQs-UNN8

Imagine to this song that you are dancing with any of your favorite characters, any game in a black and white ballroom the lights flickering the brink of death close at hand but not now, not while you can have one last moment with them one last dance, your final goodbye to the person who brought life to this cold world but to your heart who showed you that maybe you weren't alone as you reached into the abyss of night.

~ Small story because inspo beware it's not read over nor will Grammer be fantastic or good ~

"Breathe." It felt as ice had entered your lungs but heat embraced your body a painful but awe inspiring feeling a contrast so heavenly that you thought you had died already but not yet not as the violins kept playing your feet would move to match theirs, the patterns the strokes of their hands down your back across your neck their lips on yours, every movement a acknowledgement a loving bind, a Swan mated for life would soon join their lover in death than find another, much went for you two as the black floor became nearer and your skin felt too cold to be true but your parter, your soul, the spirit you had mixed with your own stood with you forever more until you could stand no more.

"Goodbye, little Swan." You felt a kiss on your head, and the lights turned black, ashes are all that are spoken then.

#dancing #black swan #think thonk #neuvillette fluff #toji fushiguro #wriothesley x you #genshin impact #ffxiv #crack idea #favorite characters #jjk #crappy writing #so sorry #light angst #angst

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semperama · 8 months

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One thing that's taken a long time to come to terms with as a writer is that I won't always be happy with everything I've written after publishing it, but that has no bearing on how much readers will like it and I shouldn't expect it to. It helps to acknowledge that my feelings about my own writing are valid but also subjective. Different stories hit different people differently, and that includes the author.

#erin rambles #sorry this is not brought on by anything in particular #other than me revisiting something i wrote and feeling crappy about it #and trying to remind myself that just because i feel some kind of way doesn't make it the objective truth #especially when other people DO clearly like it #a lot of the time i do enjoy my own writing but....not always...

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crescent-lockhart97 · 10 months

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Doki Doki Literature Club: Yandere!First Class Trio + Zack Imagine

inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club

warning: obsessive-possessive yandere behaviors, implied violence, mentions of blood

It's your first day in school and you're currently looking for clubs to join when you eventually come across one that piques your interest: the school's literature club.

Out of curiosity, you open the door to the club room only to accidentally interrupt an ongoing meeting. The people inside quickly turn their heads to look at you, the intruder. Realizing what you just did, you blush and apologize and are about to leave them alone when one of them comes bounding over to you: a tall yet cute boy with unusually spiky, jet-black hair and a scar on his face, who introduces himself to you as Zack.

Before you can even say anything, he's dragged you into the room and introduced you to the others. You notice they are all attractive as Zack: a suave yet reserved redhead named Genesis; a mature and gentle giant named Angeal; and lastly, the club's handsome yet aloof long-haired leader named Sephiroth.

Angeal and Genesis are just as quick as Zack to welcome you into the fold. Sephiroth, however, remains silent and barely acknowledges you. Although this saddens you at first, you quickly forget about it with Zack, Angeal, and Genesis interacting with you on the regular and making you feel welcomed.

You start attending club meetings, writing and sharing each other's heartfelt poems, and there you begin to notice recurring themes in their poems: Genesis often writes about a divine figure he calls "the goddess" and a journey of three men looking for her gift (you eventually find out that his inspiration is LOVELESS); Angeal mostly writes about dreams and honor, his hometown of Banora, and cooking; and Zack is fond of writing about friendship and becoming a hero.

However, it is usually Sephiroth's poems that shock you the most with how dark and somber they are: mostly centered on his abusive childhood and the lack of a maternal figure. 100% of the time everybody is left uncomfortable. (Thank Gaia Zack is there to lift the mood up!)

Before you can even stop yourself, you stand up from your seat and give Sephiroth a comforting pat on the back, surprising the others. He stiffens at your touch at first, but eventually relaxes and mutters a quiet "thank you."

Little do you know, this is when Sephiroth starts paying attention to you... 😈😈

Angeal has everybody's backs during break time: He always brings sweet treats and goodies that serve as effective pick-me-ups. (Zack just ends up consuming most of them, however.)

As time passes, the members become more and more fond of you to the point that their desires start taking a dark turn.

Zack is the first to fall for you, and he hides his darkness behind his veneer of cheerfulness and playful charm. You are slow to catch on at first, but you begin to notice his increasing cockiness and machismo, especially when he finds you interacting with other guys in the school. Overwhelmed by his changing behavior, you start making up excuses to get out of hanging out with him, opting to hang out with Genesis and Angeal instead. They are no better, unfortunately.

Glad that Zack is no longer hogging your time and attention, Genesis is pleased and starts inviting you on theater dates and buys LOVELESS tickets for the two of you. You grow to love both the poem and the play, and you and Genesis have intellectual discussions about it during break time.

Enjoying your blossoming bond, Genesis starts throwing subtle flirtations at you (comparing your beauty to "the goddess" of his poems) and ramping up the skinship between the two of you, which makes you flustered at first until you realize that he's gradually disregarding your boundaries and personal space.

You express your discomfort with his unnecessary touching, only for him to suddenly snap and accuse you of wanting other men to touch you instead. Horrified and hurt by his accusation, you abruptly cut him off.

With both Zack and Genesis on your "must avoid" list, you realize you can no longer stay in the club. You stop attending club meetings, not wanting to make everything awkward for everyone.

Missing your presence, Angeal reaches out to you. Compared to the other two, he is a lot less aggressive and much smarter in his approach. He starts inviting you over to his house to bake desserts with him (because hey, who can resist baking delicious treats?) and gives you advice on how to improve your culinary skills.

That's when he asks you why you've stopped attending meetings. Although you are initially reluctant to reveal the reason, there's something about Angeal that makes you trust him easily. Once you've finished telling him your predicament, he even offers to "scold" (read: beat them up, but you don't know this, ofc) Zack and Genesis for you. However, you reject the offer (but are grateful nonetheless). (He doesn't mind you not going back to the club, though, because that just means he won't have to share you with them.)

Having grown protective over you, Angeal begins accompanying you from school to your house (so he can find out where you live 💀💀). With the combined efforts of his mature disposition and his gentlemanly gestures, he succeeds in hiding his possessive nature and gaining your trust. Everything goes well with him until you start hearing rumors about a male student beating up other male students to near-death over a certain student.

You don't think much of it at first until one day, while waiting for Angeal to come out of the school premises so he could walk you home, you hear strange scuffling noises at some alley.

Curiosity eating away at you, you go and investigate. It is there that you find the shocking sight of blood-splattered Angeal holding up a male student by his collar, screaming at him to never look at you again. That is when your brain puts two and two together and concludes that he is the rumored assailant. Before Angeal can explain himself, you run away in fear.

You look behind you from time to time, trying to make sure that Angeal hasn't followed you home. Right when you're about to look forward, you end up colliding face-first into something hard, causing you to fall on your butt. Still in pain, you look up and see someone you never expected to see: Sephiroth.

He offers you a hand (something you didn't expect him to do) and you take it. He asks you why you were running and what you were running away from.

Teary-eyed, you spill everything to him, not just what you have witnessed but also his friends' increasingly strange and alarming behaviors. Sephiroth does not say anything, but you know he is listening with the way he is looking at you so intently.

Unable to hold back, you embrace him and sob into his neck. Still, he does not say anything; he just holds you and caresses your back.

Inside his mind, however, he is secretly plotting their deaths: for trying to steal you away from him and for putting you into immense stress. Ever since the day you tried to comfort him, he's been seeing you in a new light. Of course, being observant, he's not oblivious to the way his friends have been acting around you. However, unlike them, he decided to remain lowkey about his feelings.

Unbeknownst to you, he's been stalking you and sneaking into your house. In fact, he's even taken photos of you while you are asleep. In his notebook, he no longer writes about his lack of motherly love or his tumultuous childhood. His new subject is you.

He starts planning in secret: both the deaths of his rivals friends and how he'll finally claim you as his once and for all. While he's gotten a little closer to you, he still keeps you at arm's length (so you don't find out about his evil plans).

One day, Sephiroth tells you to come to the club room after class. You express your reluctance at having to come face to face with Zack, Genesis, and Angeal. However, he tells you not to worry about them and that "he'll take care of them."

If only you knew what he had meant by that...

Once you open the door, you are met by a sight that shakes you to the core and makes bile rise to your throat.

On the floor are the bloodied and battered bodies of Zack, Genesis, and Angeal.

Before you can react, you feel something hard hit the back of your head, knocking you out immediately.

You wake up with a pounding headache. Uncomfortable with your position, you try to adjust, only to find out that your body has been bound to a chair. Panicking, you try to wiggle free from your restraints, only for a baritone voice to tell you, "Stop struggling. It's useless."

Looking forward, you see Sephiroth sitting in front of you, his beautiful face bathed in blood and his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. The only thing separating both of you is a wooden desk.

Realizing what he has done, you start screaming and crying, questioning him about what he has done. Your outburst does little to faze him, however. He simply reaches out and gently grabs your chin, compelling you to look at him.

Sephiroth starts explaining everything: how he fell for you, how he felt revolted by the sight of his friends trying to woo you, and how he planned their deaths as a way of "protecting you." He even reads to you the few poems he has written with you in mind.

You can only weep in your spot as you listen to his deranged ramblings. Nonetheless, Sephiroth doesn't mind, for he finds beauty in your fear.

With his three friends now out of the way, there's just him.

Just Sephiroth.

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flashdoesahundredyarddash · 5 months

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eyeballing at gl:tas halbarry even barry didn't appear at that show at all (idk I feel like if barry appears in gl:tas the halbarry fandom will explode)

Can we all agree that the portrayed writing for the characters in GL:TAS is one of the best-perceived versions (<- Might be me but that show actually understood the characters, let me be honest...) Especially the comics they have on this show...

(UHM YOURE SO RIGHT BTW. I would explode)

So, if we ever got a glimpse of Hal's civil life + league life in the show every now and then... I feel that we would get to explore partially his relationships with people, like how they did for characters in the show. Not to mention, we don't exactly get Hal content, because that DCAU GL and FLASH over different media has kinda been John and Wally, unless we talk for movies but I also love that duo though, they're funny...

I would let the people in charge of GL:TAS write for Barry... Or PLEASE if he did, I would enjoy seeing them with The Brave and The Bold dynamic... (Would literally kick my legs and giggle). I could image that the series version of Hal and Barry would be a take on their friendship, specifically with how they act with one another. They would also personally portray Barry as a nerd, let's be honest... Or just the way (If anyone has ever seen Star Trek: The Original Series) (TOS) Spock (<- Star Trek reference, uhmm K/S is so Halbarry..)

THEY WOULD SO BE KIRK AND SPOCK IF THEY WERE IN GL:TAS!!!!?!?!?!!? Hellooo...

It's a literal crime that they canceled this show, have you SEEN the promo art for GL:TAS season 2 (<- The art by Bruce Timm, I hate him but we get to see a little glimpse of what could have been)

#cessmaga asks once again #my favorite thing to write on #is it insane to think i never thought about barry being brought into the gl:tas up until now... where have i BEEENNNNN #speedster ramble #this would be so cute to draw but i could never ace the gl:tas art style unless it was through crappy silly doodles..#i think they should kiss #LETS be honest chat (chat: cricket noises)#halbarry been on my mind recently that everything has been thought through those two...#if dc lets me write for them i will do them justice believe me #i might just be losing the attraction with halbarry fans but you guys are GOING to be fed soon with my content pleek...#barry allen #hal jordan #halbarry #people do not get their bond like i do (<- this guy thinks about them 24/7)#so sorry about the star trek references brought in...i compare halbarry to kirk and spock so many times...star trek has become a hc #with these two #it starts with barry but hal knows only little because <- jim is kinda a nerd as a child

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mrkida-art · 2 years

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Dwarves and death - My headcanons

TW mentions of death and funeral practices Time to share some headcanons! This one is sort of grim as it focuses a lot on death, these are heavily based in the legendarium but as always, I'm not always canon so keep that it mind. Here we go!

In my head, dwarven culture and religion is inherently linked with death and reincarnation. The concept of death is always present but also celebrated. Some of their most important religious death related figures are the Seven Fathers.

Seven Fathers of the dwarves are destined to live and die seven times each. Due to this fact that they are viewed as figures not fully alive nor dead. That every time they reincarnate, they are believed to have one foot in the realm of the living and one foot in the realm of the dead. Some dwarves (such as certain moon priests) are believed to be able to peer into these realms while still alive, but only the incarnations of the seven fathers are believed to be able to enter the realm of the dead while in mortal form. In art, this is reflected in the way they are portrayed. They are always depicted with skull faces which symbolizes their deep connection to death itself. To dwarves death is very important, after death they are supposed wait in the afterlife until they are called by Mahal to rebuild the world. So it's important to live and die well.

In my hc they believe that in order to be reborn in their current form once Mahal calls for them, their bodies must be preserved in stone (Stiffbeards however preserve their dead in halls carved directly into the permafrost of the north east). If any parts are damaged or missing, they are usually replaced with a sort of beautifully decorated prosthethics.

However, sometimes a proper burial isn't possible. One examples (out of many) is the battle of Azanulbizar. So many dwarves died during the battle that they could not bury them according to their customs. So instead they were burned on great pyres, later known as the "burned dwarves". I hc that if a dwarf is not buried in "the proper" way, that essentially means that they will be reincarnated. In order to successfully go to the afterlife and live in peace they need a body ready in the mortal world for when they return. If that body is not preserved in stone or ice, they will be reborn in order to obtain a new body. If that new body isn't buried properly either, the cycle will continue. This is why it's incredibly important that tombs are well maintained and cared for, if they fall into disrepair it means that the dwarves who are buried there risk losing their mortal vessels.

Losing their vessels isn't necessarily a bad thing though, they are believed to go to the halls of waiting for seven days and nights after death to meet their kin, until their souls must once again return to Middle Earth. In their new forms, while living, they will not remember their old families and loved ones, however, in death they will remember all their past lives. The bittersweet nature of it all however is that they will not return to their past forms, once lost, they are lost forever.

Dwarves must also pass certain age related milestones to be able to reincarnate in that form. If a dwarf dies too young, they are destined to live again. They must experience the proper joys and sorrows of life to enrich their soul in order to stay in the Halls of Mandos after death. However, like mentioned earlier, this will be done in a completely new form. To dwarves, this is both a comforting and grim fact.

Some dwarves chose the road of reincarnation themselves, this is uncommon but there are several instances of it happening. Their motivations for doing so are however not known.

#my headcanons #tw death #sorry for my crappy writing haha #mr.kida-verse #dwarven belief systems #dwarven culture #the seven fathers #worldbuilding #text post #dwarven views on death and reincarnation #prolly a lot of typos and stuff in this wooops #tolkien dwarves #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr

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