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"Heir." — Darth Vader.
— CW: 18+, smut! Breeding, sort of mean talk, Vader is pretty bitchy, misogynistic tones. | Word count: 0.7k (not proofread!!)
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“This will change nothing between us” His modulator hides the rapid breathing of his lungs while his large hands lay on your sides, pushing you further against the bed, sliding his thick pale length in and out of you.
He didn’t even bother to remove his armor, even though you had seen him countless times without it. Simply removing his codpiece in order to get the job fast and easy. You feel the rigid, scarred skin of his cock bullying your pussy causing you to moan and writhe underneath his large, dominating frame— almost to the point of making you shiver with both fear and arousal. The power imbalance excites you; it always does, but that cloud of sick cravings isn’t thick enough to blur the true intentions and the solid purpose of this rough interaction: To give the Empire an heir.
When you moan after he repeatedly hits that spot inside of you, his gloved hand squeezes your cheeks forcing you to look at the black holes of his helmet. He can read your thoughts, he always does– but especially in these moments when you are more vulnerable than ever. You wish to see his eyes, to see the amber glow of his irises looking at you with nothing more than disdain. His lips twitch, another gesture you are unable to see.
“This doesn’t make you closer to me—” Vader squeezes your jaw, his palm is huge in comparison to your head as he pushes it harsher against the silky pillows. “Do not entertain yourself in those foolish fantasies of kindling compassion.”
It hurts; every single word hurts. But he is right. It would be easier for you to stop clinging to pointless hopes. You take a deep breath and look away. Vader's voice is unyielding, and you can feel the sadness radiating from him. You force yourself to accept that you will never understand him. Tears prickle at your waterlines, completely opposite to the greedy way your overworked pussy is clenching around him. His breath hitches at the feeling as the hand grasping your jaw now circles around your throat, squeezing it hard enough to reduce the airflow.
“Say it.” He commands, and you know exactly what to say.
“I’m nothing more than a v-vessel to carry your heir” You moan loudly the words he makes you repeat every time he fucks you relentlessly; closing your eyes only for him to squeeze harder, causing you to snap them open. “I’m n–not special— I’m not l–loved”
“Good.” That’s the only sort of ‘praise’ you will ever get out from him. His hips speed up, the cold, smooth steel of his armor grazing your skin makes you whine, it’s so unfair. You were stripped of your life; of your happiness— only to fulfill the twisted mission of a deranged man.
But you cling to that little ray of hope nonetheless; You envision your body round with his offspring, carrying the only thing that will tie him to you… and the thought makes you smile weakly through the tears. Obsessed with the idea of simply existing to fulfill a role you didn’t even ask for in the first place, doesn’t sound too bad right now. Being his wife and Empress is one thing, but to be the mother of Darth Vader’s children— sounds like a whole different story.
The only thing you wish is that your baby doesn’t inherit those liquid gold eyes that you hate.
His orgasm takes you by surprise, yelping in delight at being filled to the brim— a long time ago you stopped asking yourself how all of these was even possible after seeing him without his armor, scarred and broken, but now it a forgotten thought. He is providing you with the tools to complete your life mission, and that’s good enough for you. Like always, he takes a few seconds to recover his breath, never looking away from you. Vader fixes his codpiece and turns around, readjusting his glove but never wiping the drool that stays in the leather, your drool.
Curling on the bed, your hands lay on your stomach, stroking the skin. Soon, it will get swollen, and round. Soon you will carry his child.
“And you will love it.” You whisper with a small smile, draping the blankets over you, as you fall asleep to the feeling of his cum trickling down your thighs.
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(I'm sorry the chance of jaune keep himself in the world closing the gate letting RWBY leave I just gotta reveal a legend)
The void the final spot he didn't think to see again. It's not a bad way to go, not a bad way to go out at all. As he falls, Jaune's eye closes. An unknown time pass as a large fellow comes across his body.
???: Huh what's this another victim of the rift......What is this...this kid got some potential maybe he can be my ticket out of here.
The figure picked up the unconscious Jaune over shoulder as they continued to walk on going through a portal.
???: When you awaken, I'm gonna help you become great... maybe even you might reach my fame...of the mighty GILGAMESH...HAHAHA
(Yes this bumbling fool he can be actually dangerous)
Everything was shaking. It was soft and subtle, save for the pressure placed on his abdomen. Jaune's stomach churned as he felt an ever so familiar stinging climb to his throat. He let out a burp, then found himself being thrown through the air.
"A mighty warrior is not vomit-resistant!"
Jaune shook his head as he regained his bearings, finding himself in a strange world. One completely different from the one he was in before. All around him was gold and white, with clouds rolling in the distance across a field of low-hanging mist. It was beautiful compared to the black void of stars and golden archways that he left behind. That he fell through.
"So, you've finally come to, have you?" Towering across from him was an imposing figure covered in a red cape, gold and black armor adorning his torso and arms while purple pants with red polka-dots covered his lower half. "Greetings, soon-to-be mighty warrior! You've been blessed by the mighty Gilgamesh!" A screech brought his attention to the eagle perched on the stranger's shoulder. "And Enkidu!"
"Wh... Where am I?" Jaune asked. The bridge! The others! He had to-
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Jaune was pushed to the ground by a staff. "And where do you think you're going?"
"I have to find my friends! They're-"
"Already gone." Gilgamesh shook his head. "You were the only one I could save before the realm between realms collapsed."
"Then... Then they... and I..."
"You're alive. They probably are, too." This brought life back into Jaune's eyes. Gilgamesh smiled and lifted his staff from Jaune's chest. "Aha! I knew that would lift your spirits, even if I don't exactly know if they're alive right now!" At this, Jaune slumped. "Hey, hey! Don't give up so soon! I didn't grab you for no reason you know!"
"Then why did you save me?"
"This is a pocket dimension of my own design." He glanced around the area. "It is here that I can train myself, mind, body, and soul, and other parts of me that makes Gilgamesh as mighty as he is!"
"So... you can get back to Remnant?" Jaune brought himself to his feet.
"Indeed!"
"Then I can go back to Remnant!"
"Nope!"
"Huh?"
"I see something in you. A greatness that reminds me of my rival, yet untempered as his became." Gilgamesh thrust a finger out towards Jaune. "I intend to temper that greatness until you're half as great as he is!"
"What?"
"But enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is morphing time!"
"What?"
"EXCELSIOR!" Jaune blinked, and the fight was already over. What little was left in his stomach expelled through his mouth as his body was slammed through a thick wall that suddenly appeared behind him. Jaune rolled across the ground until he was finally stopped by Gilgamesh's own foot on his chest. "Hm... It seems I overestimated you." He snapped his fingers. "No matter! Let this be your first lesson of Gilgamesh: Don't get hit!"
Jaune could only groan in pain.
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3-5 Things Your Muse Can Easily Be Identified By.
colours
Gold: The color of the earth, of regality and ambition
Red - The color of fire, of the forge, of passion and courage
Black - Color of restraint and power
scents
(i can never do scents well..)
The smell of charcoal, from the fire of the forge
The scent of earth, a natural odor of his bloodline
Flowery...shampoo? He likes those, and perfumes of the type
fashion
A R M O R
long top clothings, undercoats and shirts that fall below his waist
comfortable pants, even if a little baggy at times, as he doesnt like feeling confined
gloves, leather boots
chockers
objects
smithing hammer
armor
jar of precious and not so precious gems and rocks
poisoned dagger
religious necklace, a gift of his family
body language
Soft smile
Standing proud
Sharp gaze
crossed arms
aesthetics
A working forge, the fires burning, the hammer hitting the metal
A thick, colorful, magical forest, full of wonder and adventure
A quiet spot above town at night, with a full view of the small lights below
A deep cave full of wondrous crystals, reflecting the light in thousands of colors.
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"I'm Sam the Scared, not Sam the Slayer."
"Scared? Of what? The chidings of old men? Sam, you saw the wights come swarming up the Fist, a tide of living dead men with black hands and bright blue eyes. You slew an Other."
-AFFC, Samwell I
Sam admittedly is not a warrior as he was repeatedly reminded by his abusive father, but we see him kill an Other with a knife, slay a wighted Small Paul who was already big and strong in life and beat up Dareon for abandoning their party and the Night’s Watch. Without realizing it, he actually is brave and tough, especially on behalf of those he cares about.
"In the Age of Heroes it was supposedly the stronghold of a pirate lord who sat here robbing ships as they came down the river."
. . .
"They will take anything these days. Dusky dogs and Dornishmen, pig boys, cripples, cretins, and now a black-clad whale. And here I thought leviathans were grey."
-AFFC, Samwell V
Behind the dais a kraken and grey leviathan were locked in battle beneath the painted waves.
-ADWD, Davos III
Having fought a brawl, and killed in one-on-one, when Euron inevitably attacks Oldtown, it would be the first battle Sam participates in as a combatant, especially if Euron attacks through the Honeywine that flows through the Citadel after carrying the longships overland to the river like Harwyn Hardhand did.
Sam, as often befits his story arc, would find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, shoved by fate into a fight he doesn’t want.
**Slight The Winds of Winter Spoiler**
Euron Crow’s Eye stood upon the deck of Silence, clad in a suit of black scale armor like nothing Aeron had ever seen before. Dark as smoke it was, but Euron wore it as easily as if it was the thinnest silk. The scales were edged in red gold, and gleamed and shimmered when they moved. Patterns could be seen within the metal, whorls and glyphs and arcane symbols folded into the steel.
Valyrian steel, the Damphair knew. His armor is Valyrian steel.
-TWOW, The Forsaken
When Euron attacks Oldtown he will likely be wearing that Valyrian steel scale hauberk that will make him impervious to any weapon directed at his torso, giving him a significant advantage in combat. One could aim for his head, but he would likely be wearing a good helmet. Even Lazy Leo, skilled with a bravo’s blade and dagger, could try to slay him but fail to get past the armor.
However, there is likely one weak spot that his armor wouldn’t cover: his eyes. The black eye that gave Euron his sobriquet of “Crow’s Eye,” itself evokes the term “bullseye,” the black spot in the middle of the target an archer intends to hit. “Crow” is also a nickname for a member of the Night’s Watch.
Sam saw the sense in the decree, but he hated longbow practice almost as much as he hated climbing steps. When he wore his gloves he could never hit anything, but when he took them off he got blisters on his fingers. Those bows were dangerous. Satin had torn off half his thumbnail on a bowstring.
-AFFC, Samwell I
She captained the ship's red archers too, and pulled a double-curved goldenheart bow that could send a shaft four hundred yards. When the pirates had attacked them in the Stepstones, Kojja's arrows had slain a dozen of them whilst Sam's own shafts were falling in the water.
-AFFC, Samwell IV
She waited till the longship came within two hundred yards before she gave the command to loose. Sam loosed with them, and this time he thought his arrow reached the ship. One volley was all it took. The longship veered south in search of tamer prey.
-AFFC, Samwell V
Sam showed a steady progression in his skills at archery. When he came to Oldtown, he already made a friend in Alleras, who himself (or perhaps herself) proves to be an expert marksman when first introduced. Alleras will likely help Sam improve further. It’s noted in the last chapter, Sam manages to reach his target, which just so happens to be an Ironborn longship.
Knives and bow and arrows are the tools for a huntsman, the sigil of House Tarly. Sam already killed with a knife with the Other, and killing with a bow and arrow, he would become the striding huntsman of his sigil.
In a dose of irony, Euron is killed not by an axe wielded by some tough, armored warrior or a sword wielded by a gallant knight in shining armor, but by an arrow to his crow’s eye from an overweight scholar. Then again, at Oakenshield, the Reader showed Euron was never good at dealing with those kinds of people. lol.
Euron’s death will have left the Ironborn at Oldtown leaderless and they will likely be crushed when an aiding army arrives at around the same time. Like Bloodraven, Sam’s deed of slaying the rebel king with his bow may win the battle, but may likely be overlooked by the singers. He would be the unsung hero.
On a side note, Euron’s Valyrian scale armor is too valuable to miss given even Aeron admitted it is the only one that exists in Westeros. I think Sam might keep it, and if it likely doesn’t fit him, he’ll probably give it to Jon, especially after learning about the assassination attempt against him.
“Here Jon, this will make you less vulnerable to daggers.”
It would fit with the comment Jon mentioned to Sam of wanting to be “Valyrian steel,” and symbolically would serve as a mark of progression for Jon’s character. The red gold and black steel are also Targaryen house colors.
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6. Ring
Again. Run through it again. It must be perfect. Anything less would result in a guilty verdict. Or trial at Witchdrop. Perhaps he could press for combat. If she named him her champion... what were his odds against who the Tribunal may name. Certainly it wasn't a matter worthy of the Heavens Ward's time, was it? He was getting distracted. Back to his testimony, run through it again.
A small knock warned him of a visitor and Anselme turned to face the heavy door. The room was sparse, yet at least his name had afforded him some few luxuries. A table with parchment, ink and quill should he decide to pen a confession as he awaited trial. A simple bed rather than a straw pallet on the floor.
Heavy locks were undone before the door swung open, admitting a stern guard. Rather than manacles he carried Anselme's personal effects bundled into the Knight's cloak. The bundle was set down on the table and the soldier bowed lightly before departing without a word, making way for the second visitor.
Anselme looked with outright confusion between the returned items and the man who came through the door next. Taller than when he'd last spoken directly to him, rather than glimpses in passing, yet not quite fully a man grown just yet. Lennaux stood just within the doorway, folding arms over his chest and staying well away from the frame to keep from smudging his white cloak as he stared at his older brother. The expression on his cherubic face carefully neutral.
"You have been acquitted. Your armor and weapons have already been returned to the manor. You are not to speak to anyone on your way back." He explained flatly, his voice just as carefully even. "Visit Mother before returning to duty. She has cried every day since your arrest..."
"Then there is time still to make it to the Tribunal..." Anselme did not move as he interrupted, rooted to the spot as he tried to process the information his brother passed along. Recalculating his plan for the daring rescue.
Lennaux tilted his head slightly, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.
"Oh, no. Her trial is already over and done with. Did you truly expect to be permitted to testify on her behalf...? Did you believe you would be granted leave to fight for her in trial by combat?" The younger brother wondered, clearly amused. "Such a shame the trial was moved to this morning. Take heart in knowing that she did not implicate you. Not that she had opportunity to..."
The room swam, cold stone spinning as the Knight reached to brace a hand against the rough-hewn bricks of the wall.
"Why, Lennaux?" He demanded, his voice sounding thin even to his own ears as he struggled not to be sick. "Hate me if you must, but why this? Make your grievances known and demand satisfaction, I will not run from your challenge! Enough of dragging others into this petty feud." Anselme pushed away from the wall to take a staggering step towards his brother, large hands curling into fists as he crossed the small room.
Lennaux's hand struck out from under his cloak like a serpent, something small that flashed in the dim candlelight thrown directly into his older brother's face to stop his blind rush cold. A small ring, sized for a slender finger. Pale gold adorned with glittering diamonds bouncing off of Anselme's cheek before hitting the floor with a gentle tinkle of delicate metal. It hadn't been to her tastes, but she had accepted the promise gift nonetheless and laughed off his solemn vow to have something befitting her made before the ceremony.
The Knight knelt slowly to retrieve it, the glitter of precious metal and gems blurring in the grief and anger that gathered stinging hot along lower lashes before sliding down his cheeks.
"There is no mourning period for heretics. Do not wear black... and choose more wisely in the future how you try to escape your responsibilities." Lennaux informed his brother casually rather than answering his questions and demands. Lingering a little longer to watch the Knight grieve. "Oh, do pull yourself together. You barely knew her... perhaps she was even a heretic in truth."
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Hi
If it's not too much to ask, how did you manage to paint the gold on your Malenia cosplay that well?
With the ER boardgame coming out soon, I've been rather dreading the tree sentinel that comes with it as I often struggle with golds
hi!! ty for the ask! I’m not the greatest at teaching but I can try and explain what I did the best I can! And thank you so much!
I’ll use the helmet as an example. All of the armor is painted this way save for the white parts of the legs.
So I started with a Vallejo airbrush base coat gold.
I then went in and did a little dry brushing with black acrylic/black acrylic diluted with a little water to add some basic shadows. I used a combination of soft brushes and a natural sponge to help blend it out.
Next I sprayed the whole helmet at this point with a matte spray varnish to protect the paint so I could go in with water mixable oil washes in black and brown to make a dark brown grimy color. I did a few passes of the oil wash and let it sit for a few seconds before wiping it away with a paper towel. It mutes the shiny pristine gold really well and adds that extra layer of dimension to the piece, while also helping the shadows to look a little less uniform. In different areas I layered the wash more heavily to get a little more variation.
If you’re painting minis I would recommend an army painter or citadel brand wash for this part rather than water mixable oils, I think it’ll be way easier to control on a smaller scale! But here’s what it looked like after a few wash passes:
Then, I blended the shadows out further with more gold acrylic (mixed with a little black to make a nice darker gold color) using the same dry brushing/sponge method. To get that flecked gold texture over the dark spots, I just used my sponge with just the tiniest amount of paint on it and pressed it gently onto the surface in a couple areas. Again using a natural sponge will yield a better result. It looks like this after it’s all done:
I then added highlights with a lighter/less yellowy gold, but I went REALLY light on them. You really only want to hit the high spots here - for example the crest/point on the top of the helmet, the edges of the wings/wing details, etc. it REALLY helps pull the gold back from all of the shadows and weathering.
After that I sealed the whole thing in matte spray varnish one more time and the helmet was all finished!
Essentially it just involves carefully planning out how to layer your paints. I def recommend doing some tests if you can.
I know painting armor is a lot different than painting minis but I hope I was able to help at all! Good luck with your project, I’m sure it’ll turn out badass!!!
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October's over, and now it's TURKEY TIME
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THE SPOILS OF VICTORY! After the worlds-shaking conclusion of ULTIMATE INVASION, a new team of heroes bands together to save the future! From mastermind Jonathan Hickman and superstar artist Stefano Caselli, don't miss out on this foundational issue for the new line of Ultimate Comics!
White Widow #1 - Sarah Gailey, Alessandro Miracolo & David Marquez
Yelena Belova returns! Superspy. Rogue agent. Shadow of the Black Widow. Yelena Belova has been many things, but striking out as a hero in her own right is new to her. Now that she's finally free to choose her own path, who will she become? Sarah Gailey (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Eat the Rich) joins forces with Alessandro Miracolo (Obi-Wan, Yoda) for a groundbreaking new chapter in the life of one of Marvel's most enigmatic antiheroes.
A Christmas Bestiary HC - John Kenn Mortensen & Benni Bodker
A tongue-in-cheek guide to the beasts to watch out for
during a cozy Christmastime.
In the wintry season, when we all delight in joyful thoughts of family,
presents, and sugarplums, we mustn't forget that the night is dark
and full of terrors. Thankfully, bold adventurers Benni B dker and
John Kenn Mortensen have journeyed far and wide to comb through
ancient tomes, listen to folk tales, and spy upon loathsome lairs to
catalog the most frightful creatures of the netherworld that appear
around Christmastime.
A Christmas Bestiary is an essential guidebook to all the horrors
that await us during the darkest time of the year, from common
creatures such as Baba Yaga and the Krampus to the less encountered (but quite deadly) Yule Wight and Gryla.
Cheerful Amnesia GN Vol 1 - Tamamushi Oku
Arisa might have lost her memories of the past few years, but she's not about to let that get her down. When her girlfriend Mari invites her on a trip, it's the perfect chance for the two to put their feelings about their complicated relationship into words...but Arisa will have to start working again first if they want to pay for it!
Depth Of Field GN - Enjo
Hey, Kon-chan. Why don't we have sex?
One day, in his secret after-school spot on the roof, Hayakawa met Konno. Some called Konno "hard toapproach," "scary," or "intimidating," but whenever he had his camera
pointed at his latest subject, it was clear he was enjoying himself.
Respect, envy, jealousy, an inferiority complex... Hayakawa's complicated feelings
toward Konno, who has everything he ever wanted, continue to intensify...
A story of emotionally immature love, high school, routines heaped together, and
conflicting focal points, from up-and-coming author Enjo.
Ghibliotheque: Film Korea HC - Michael Leader & Jake Cunningham
From smash hits such as Parasite to cult favorites Oldboy, Okja, The Handmaiden andTrain to Busan, Korean cinema is a hotbed of creative talent and the force behind the most exciting, captivating filmmaking in the world right now. In this essential guide to the country's cinematic story, Michael Leader and Jake Cunningham, authors and hosts of the hit podcast Ghibliotheque, guide you through the must-see films from a century of Korean movies. Combining reviews and director biographies with recommended further viewing and a catalogue of beautiful film stills and movie
posters, this is your one-stop guide to an incredible, captivating artform.
Good Comics For Bad People HC - Zach Stafford
Master of the hilarious, unpredictable, and just plain weird ZACH STAFFORD's GOOD COMICS FOR BAD PEOPLE marks his graphic novel debut, and features all the laughter, absurdity, and bodily fluids that have made his worldwide mega-hit webcomic so (in)famous!
Includes all your favorite Extra Fabulous Comics, plus book-exclusive comics that can't be found online and an introduction by SARAH ANDERSON, the mastermind behind Sarah's Scribbles.
Harrower TP - Justin Jordan & Brahm Revel
There's nothing to fear in the quaint town of Barlowe, New York-except, that is, for the Harrower.
The children think this boogeyman is just an urban legend, but this purveyor of puritanical vengeance is very real, and there's no escape. The Harrower seems unkillable, and spans generations, always returning...
Jessica Brink is a teenage girl, who, along with her equally skeptical friends, is in for much more than she could ever imagine on the night of a Halloween party. What gruesome secrets will she uncover as she flees the encroaching, bloody mayhem of The Harrower, the unstoppable force that stalks her and her friends?
Monthly In The Garden With My Landlord GN Vol 1 - Yodokawa
Asako Suga needs a change to get over her recent breakup and decides moving to a new home would be just the thing. She finds a great little place a little removed from the city with a lovely garden, but there's a catch-the house also comes in with a live-in landlord! Having a charming girl lazing about would be distracting enough, but it seems she's keeping a secret as well...
Noblesse GN Vol 1 - Jeho Son & Kwangsu Lee
Rai wakes up from an 820-year-long sleep and starts his new life as a student in a high school founded by his loyal servant, Frankenstein. But his peaceful days with other human students are soon interrupted by mysterious attackers known as the "Unions."
Ogami-San Can't Keep It In GN Vol 1 - Yu Yoshidamaru
Ogami-san has been keeping a dirty little secret from her peers at school: Puberty has emptied her mind of everything but perverted fantasies! For the sake of leading an ordinary school life, she pulls out all the stops to keep her mental wild side under wraps. But when she literally reaches a hand out to Yaginuma-kun, a cute but mysterious boy in her class, her innermost thoughts just come spilling out! All she wants is to get to know him (and his body) better, but she can't do that without the risk of exposing her true self. What's a girl to do?!
Robotics Notes GN Vol 1 (of 3) - Keiji Asakawa
The year is 2019, Steins;Gate world line "1.048596%". On the island of Tanegashima, augmented reality has exploded in popularity and robots are becoming last year's fad. In danger of being closed, the Chuo Tanegashima High School Robotics Research Club decide on one final project... to build their own GIANT ROBOT!
Stories Of The Islands GN - Clar Angkasa
Once upon a time... A princess was cursed to live as a snail, Two sisters were trapped by their father's wrath, And a mother and daughter faced a hungry giant. No one is coming to save them. Will they get their happily ever after? In Stories of the Islands, debut graphic novelist Clar Angkasa takes three folk tales from her childhood in Indonesia and gives them back to the girl characters, following their hopes, dreams, and journeys for independence from malevolent forces-both natural and unnatural. Why should women in folk tales be sidelined or reduced to tropes? What if we tell their stories, instead? Filled with deep emotion, spectacular settings, and a mix of panel art and full dramatic spreads, Stories of the Islands is bright reimagining of familiar stories for a new generation.
The Cat From The Kimono HC - Nancy Peña
This surreal and imaginative adult fairy tale follows a beautiful black cat through a fantastical world where he'll survive impossible odds to make his way home... to his mistress' kimono!
Once upon a time in Japan lived a beautiful young woman. The beloved daughter of a silk mill owner, she was lavished with gorgeous kimonos from across the province, but her favorite was the first one he gave her. It was a deep crimson painted with soft, purring black cats, and was crafted by the finest weaver in the mill. The weaver, besotted with her beauty, professed his love to the maiden. Indifferent to his advances, she preferred the warmth of her feline finery to his, leading him down a dark path that separates the woman from one of her beloved black cats! Thus, the cat begins a fantastic voyage, from the bottom of the sea to the smokey markets of London, sometimes in the company of Sherlock Holmes himself, as he becomes a figure of myth and legend.
Travel the world on this surreal journey through the imagination of renowned artist Nancy Peña (Madame Cat), whose gorgeous style is inspired by Japanese painting.
Unended GN - Josh Bayer
What prevents you from finishing your life's work? Josh Bayer finds a manuscript of an unfinished play inside his deceased father's desk. The play tells the story of Josh's mother's early death (age 37) and his father's struggle with single parenthood. When he attempts to adapt the play into comics, it triggers a series of personal crises. Bayer's limitations and futile ambitions are brought into sharp relief as he grapples with an estranged, unknowable parent and the play's frustrating lack of resolution. Humans worship lore, myth, and fables, but many people's creative dreams become abandoned. Why? Josh Bayer stitches scattered memories into surrealistic episodes permeated with dream logic. Unended is a Promethean quest to excavate the creative fire hidden inside us.
Whatcha scooping up this week to kick off November, Fantom Fam?
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Find the Word Tag Game
(Oh Baby a Triple!)
(tw: drug mention, blood)
tagged by: @drabbleitout & @sleepyowlwrites & @ettawritesnstudies!!
my words: pillow, slippery, country, frighten, god, grey, black, white, brown, gold, silver, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet
tagging: @drippingmoon, @drabbleitout, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @sleepyowlwrites, @woodhousejay, @akiwitch, @ettawritesnstudies, anyone who wants to, and my fucking brain. just. I’ve had enough lmao
your words: nice, near, nature, neither, nasty, normal
pillow (Meridian)—
In the very birth of the morning on Tournaltis, Corin burst through the door to Warren's room. "It's ready!"
Warren jolted awake, hand darting under his pillow on force of habit, disorienting him when he couldn't feel a firearm or knife. He settled when Thrive's hand found his shoulder.
"What's ready?" Thrive asked, already alert but voice husky from sleep.
Corin looked at Warren, who nodded. "Okay. Well. Lab, please."
Warren and Thrive dressed and met Corin in his lab, where Thoeala waited for them in human form. Her elbow-length hair, shining like obsidian under the low lights of the lab, draped over her shoulders, and she had on a light nightdress ——— had made for her.
"What're you doing here?" Corin asked her.
She shrugged, perched on one of the tables. "I felt some nonsense in the air and decided to investigate. What's going on here?"
Corin threw his hands up as he approached a console near the back. "Oh, sure, let's broadcast this to the whole galaxy."
slippery (Aurora)—
"What do we do?" Warren asked.
Before he could get a response, rain pelted down, pinging off of Warren's armor and soaking into the dirt, turning it to slippery mud. He watched the twins glance around in fear behind a group of soldiers that fell, dead before they hit the ground.
"This is that 'getting worse' business I talked about earlier," Thrive murmured.
A high-pitched whine, loud and eardrum-shattering, split through Warren's head with such intensity that he dropped his rifle and clutched his helmet, scrambling to silence it at all costs. He popped the helmet off and pressed his palms to his ears.
He sank to one knee, knowing without seeing that the others remaining were experiencing the same thing, even Thrive, who dropped beside him, splashing mud around.
country kingdom (which is a lot bigger than a country 😭)(Meridian)—
"He would've kept himself alive as long as possible for the good of the kingdom, but that's all he's ever done. He's never once felt like he's been alive for himself, and I needed him to know that at least I give a fuck about that."
"Setting aside the fact that it's insulting to assume that I don't care about my own father's wellbeing, we would have come back for him. We needed a plan." Thoeala's gesticulations began to increase the more incensed she grew. "We had to come at them prepared to defend the rest of the kingdom should they be released, and—"
"So then we come up with a plan now. Get everyone's heads together and figure it out now."
"Papa, I love you, but you're being reckless in the name of love."
Warren narrowed his eyes. "You know...I'm getting a little tired of people saying that. I've put up with a lot of shit from the entire universe, and I'm going to be selfish about something for once in my life. Deal with it."
frighten (Rebirth)—
Thrive took his hands in his own and a wave of calm rolled over Warren long enough that he could take a deep breath and resist the spots dancing before his eyes. The feeling of their fingers laced together reminded him of everything he'd fought for, everything he'd yearned for before ———. He looked back into Thrive's eyes.
"I know it's frightening," Thrive said, tone smooth and slow, purposefully keeping eye contact. "And I know you're overwhelmed. We're going to get you through this. I'm here, and I've got you. Alright?"
Warren swallowed and nodded. "Yeah...okay."
"For now, please rest some more. I've got work to do, but I'll be a moment away at all times. I have an office down the hall. My door will always be open, so if you need anything, yell and I'll hear you. I'll have someone install an intercom system in here if you'd like."
god (Eternal)—
Upon stepping through the front door, they were greeted by Guetry, who marched into the foyer with fire in his eyes and a half-asleep Mercury trailing behind apprehensively.
"What's the big fuckin' idea, huh?" Guetry hissed. "What happened to bein' a god damn team? You have the nerve, the gall to up and disappear without tellin' anyone for like, three days?! Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Guetry, shut up," Warren groaned, drained. He gratefully handed his bag to a smiling R'lisian helper.
Guetry looked as if he'd just been slapped, and he reared to retaliate, his height suddenly very apparent and alarming. "Oh! You wanna fuckin' go, little boy? I got time and two fists, I ain't playin' these games—"
Thrive's hands immediately dropped onto Guetry's shoulders and he pushed him a few steps away from Warren, getting close to his face. "We went to ———," he muttered, voice heavy and muscles tense. "Let it go."
Guetry's jaw clenched and he glanced back and forth between them, the fire leaving him as quickly as it had ignited. Though he stayed silent, breathing hard, the animosity remained.
Thrive released him and strode away.
"Good goin', darlin'," Mercury sighed, patting Guetry on the back before he also turned to leave.
grey (Rebirth)—
All manner of fire stopped. Only three of the Morrite antechamber guards remained, coupled with two allegiants that had been squirreled away in the other rooms. They turned their attention to the source of the booming voice in the biggest doorway.
Standing at eight feet tall at the very least despite being slightly hunched, a massive Morrite, larger than any other Morrite Warren had ever seen. He had a vivid bloom of night blue skin fading from his back and bleeding into his natural pale gray, bulging, unhealthy-looking muscles protruding from his too-tight silken cultural robes. Bright black eyes, familiarly shark-like, darted around at everyone, the shadow from his sunken sockets making him horrifying to stare at.
"Fucking hell," Warren said. "Please don't tell me that's Hyret."
Guetry exhaled over his shoulder. "That's a decade of those Morrite drugs that partially make up reaver rock."
black (Aurora)—
A few days later Warren found Thrive in his office, on call with Delegate DeCosta and Senator Roundtree.
"...So the mass we'd found is linked to drastic spikes in energy signatures we found in the area," Roundtree was in the middle of saying. "We couldn't determine the source until someone suggested it could be the Emmuli home world."
"Emmuli home world?" Warren blurted from the door. "They have a whole home world?"
"In a manner of speaking," Thrive said hesitantly. He lifted a hand from the surface of his desk it to pull up a blurry three-dimensional image of a black dot in the middle of nothing. Its shape twisted and undulated, only to come back into a general sphere. "Nothing's able to get close, but the Node's imaging has brought us this footage of a rogue planet in the darkest part of Ashva."
"Andromeda," Roundtree corrected.
Thrive aimed an uncharacteristically bitchy eye-roll right at the comm panel and Warren covered a burst of laughter with a loud cough.
white (Rebirth)—
During the middle of the night, Warren rolled onto his side and reached an arm out to pull Thrive closer, only to realize he had once again been abandoned. He stretched and ducked out of the tent.
The sight of the Milky Way over his head made him feel safe, as did the glowing rock he spotted near the bank of the river, making it easy to see that Thrive was staring right at him from his place with his chin tucked in his hand and his legs folded beneath him on the ground, like a diligent guardian.
Warren made his way over and sat across from him. Thrive waved over a pile of white stones between them and a weak flame crept up from beneath it, feeding on the fuel until it licked at the air and became their sole source of light and heat.
He watched the fire flickering in Thrive's eyes from where he sat, turning the saturated green into shimmering molten gold. The shadows dancing over his face made him more striking. He kept his gaze on him, flutters of longing mirroring the flames in his stomach until Thrive broke the silence.
"I'm going to take you up on that offer."
brown (Meridian)—
Before Warren could reply, a sentry began the process of opening the door, which consisted of so much more pomp and circumstance than was truly necessary. After a whole three minutes, the door swung open to let Thoeala through first, then Thrive—clad in gold cape and a brown Tournaltis state suit—and he glanced around at the sentries with nothing short of disgust and irritation.
"Hi, Papa," Thoeala said, striding briskly to Warren and wrapping him in a tight hug.
Thrive stopped in front of the guard with Warren and nodded. "Ataneq."
"Your Majesty," Ataneq said, tipping his head in a bow.
"Hey," Warren interjected. "None of that formal shit with family, I don't care what anyone else says."
Ataneq had the wherewithal to look a bit sheepish. "Okay. Father," he corrected.
gold (Aurora)—
A gathering of light particles formed in front of the viewscreen. It grew in number, passed through the air, gently kissed everyone on that bridge, held them close, sent pride into their hearts and calmed the sorrow from preceding events. It clustered together to take the shape of a curved spine, a pair of broad shoulders, a long torso, attached to a kneeling form. Tournaltis robes, a golden cape, flaxen hair, a strong jaw.
Thrive gradually stood, the light completing his reconstruction, his eyes filled with gold. His cape cascaded around him, a fall of warmth spilling from his shoulders. The glow of his eyes faded and he silently gazed at his friends and crewmates, laden with exhaustion.
Then he broke into a subtle and breathtaking grin.
silver (Rebirth)—
"I know what to do with you," Esyl said. "We'll take them to Ysha. She'll pick the meat clean off of their bones."
"No!" Nar said. "We will take them! We've earned the reward!"
Everyone laughed.
"Reward?" yet another venevan shrieked. "Ysha does not reward graha for doing their jobs!"
"Does she reward graha for bashing in skulls of those who defy her?!" Gosrah barked, raising the club and her own crudely-made mace in the air over her head. "She sent us to retrieve intruders in silhou ship, and she expects us to bring her spoils!"
"The obhelian is valuable cargo," Esyl said in a grossly calm voice, his grin widening despite the threat on his life. He reached into one of his pouches. "She will want him intact."
Before Thrive had time to realize what was about to happen, a flash of silver swiped across his field of vision and stinging pain bloomed over his entire face. Drops of bright crimson blood splattered onto the pale dirt at his feet and more cascaded down his cheek and off of his chin. He dabbed the wound with his wrist and raised his eyes to Esyl, who flipped his knife from hand to hand with odd dexterity.
red (Rebirth)—
The Ganymede rumbled as her guns kicked into gear and fired consistently at ———'s ship.
Warren stumbled to the nearest panel and inputted from memory the command needed to bring up a timer on the viewscreen. He knew what it was for, and his hands shook with the anticipation.
Thrive yanked a cable out of the console. Guetry reached up to the light in his temple and pressed, activating his port, which popped out with a tight snap. He winced and a lone drop of blood rolled down the side of his face originating from the self-inflicted wound, leaving a dark red line contrasted against his pale skin.
Varussa swung the ship around when ——— began to fire back. Emnophene's hands worked the controls and they dodged weapon fire left and right.
"Get us closer to that asteroid," Thrive demanded, pointing to a particularly large specimen looming to the right of the viewscreen.
Guetry plugged the cord into the port in his skull, wiping the blood away with his sleeve. "How do we know where we're going?"
Thrive trained his eyes on one spot through the window, his face a picture of calm. "I can see it."
Warren whipped around to face him. "You can what?"
Thrive paused, a crease in his brow. His eyes glassed over, voice somewhat distant, surprised. "...I can see the Palace."
orange (Rebirth)—
Though hesitant, Varussa wasted no time steering the Ganymede, still in mirror shields, to the Blue Palace. Thrive walked up the viewscreen and raised his hands.
Warren and Guetry watched in silence as the air inside the bridge shimmered, expanding outward, encompassing the whole room until it could no longer be contained. With a grunt, Thrive shoved the shield through the walls, and space wobbled in front of them. The Palace's shots bounced off and ricocheted everywhere.
Through the reflection in the window, Warren could see the pinpricks of orange light in Thrive's eyes. The hair on his arms stood on end as the air crackled with power.
The comm lit up and Guetry pressed the button with an unsteady hand.
"Obhelian!"
"Be quiet, ———," Thrive muttered, his own hands tremoring from the effort of his task. His voice reverberated through the floor. "...I'm saving your life." The heavily damaged ship zipped away from them, past the asteroid. Thrive growled and contorted his left hand into a claw, grabbing onto it. "You're not going anywhere."
yellow (Eternal)—
The room went silent. The Archmaster's frame settled, like old steel beams. He gave Thrive a long stare, and a jolt of dread nearly uprooted Warren from his place.
The Archmaster came back around to Thrive, and continued to stare him down. Neither of them moved otherwise, nor said a word, until the silence was abruptly broken by the Archmaster.
"Kill them."
Thrive's shield was up and blocking them from veteran rifle immediately. "Don't do this," he pleaded over the barrage of yellow and noise. "Don't make me do this. I can help you."
"Your kind has bred hatred for long enough."
"Please!"
Warren heard the break in his voice he'd never heard before and knew it was futile. He knew it, Thrive knew it, but the Archmaster was determined to end the conflict their way. Warren looked around at the different eliyi. They all had a chance. To be free from ———.
They'd all been too affected by ———. It left them with no choice but to fail.
He expected this.
"Thrive…"
"I can't do it." His breaths came out stuttered through the whine of the rifles. "Warren, I can't."
"You don't have a choice. If we're going to finish off the Emmuli, you know what has to be done. They're not going to let us fight without interruption."
Thrive went still. The eliyi didn't let up their fire. The Archmaster took to screaming at his Headmasters, and they charged into the shield, bouncing off with no consequence to Thrive but a minor stumble backward.
"I'm sorry," Warren said in earnest, his own voice wavering. "I'm so sorry."
green (Meridian)—
Thoeala grinned. "Father coming through in the clutch."
"For sure." Warren smiled warmly at him. "My gorgeous king."
Thrive rolled his eyes. "That doesn't give you carte blanche to shower me with honorifics and reverence."
"Agree to disagree." Warren realized they hadn't moved yet, and he looked to Calen, who'd been strangely quiet. "What's the holdup?"
Calen frowned at the controls. "...We have a problem." He paused, then quickly revved up the ship, swerving away from the planet. "Oh, big problem…!"
"What's going on?" Thoeala asked.
"Meteors," Calen responded, glancing at the viewscreen, onto which he'd brought up a sensor screen. On it was a mass of green blips, falling onto the surface of Veneve. "Oh, shit...there's hundreds."
"The moon," Warren blurted. "God, fuck! The moon!"
blue, indigo, violet (Rebirth)—
Warren tossed the core of the fruit to Thrive, who caught it in one hand without looking and atomized it. "Got a form suit for me?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." Thrive moved away from the panel and led Warren into the corridor, to a room the size of a walk-in closet. Shelves upon shelves stacked with form suits, some of the top shelves stocked with breathing apparatuses similar to those from the silhou. "Take whichever one you want. The ones on the right are suited for breathers."
Warren reached out for a royal indigo-violet suit with a delicate blue iridescence. It felt like silk, stretched like spandex, and seemed like a thinner material than the form suits he had worn in the past. "Leave it to the obhelians to do something more efficiently."
"We were considered the second most intelligent and powerful race in Ashva," Thrive said. "Not without reason."
Warren squeezed past him to get changed in their quarters. "Were you guys considered the first most modest, by chance?"
Thrive gave a low, wicked chuckle in response.
#tag game#Find the Word#guys I'm so tired this took me three hours#not complaining. just an observation lmao#red and orange are chronological actually#by a couple pages#also most are long but it's so difficult when all I wanna do is show everyone everything right now immediately#like yellow is a nightmare. it's so long. I'm sorry 😭
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It’s been a LONG time since I’ve written fic. I also don’t think I’ve written from a Second Person POV since middle school, but here we are. Ended in kind of a weird spot because I have to go to work.
I’m posting from mobile, otherwise I’d throw this under a read more.
CW: scars, burn scars, and burning
You always wondered why the brother’s were so harsh on Mammon for his sin. Sure, it could be annoying to have things go missing and then found on DeviBay. Yes, it could be expensive to replace an item like a DDD or paying off his debts.
But no one batted an eye at the amount of money Asmo spent on the water bill or how much it cost to replace something that Beel had taken a bite out of unexpectedly. No one said a word when Lucifer brought home 3 bottles of the Devildom’s rarest liquors or when Levi bought out all of the computer parts in the human world.
So why Mammon, you wondered.
Until you didn’t. Until you were sitting in Purgatory Hall with three angles. Because Raphael looked familiar, even felt familiar in a way. Uneasy filled your throat when he and Simeon showed you their angelic armor, beautiful and pearlescent even in the artificial lighting. The weld lines looked familiar. Weld lines? What a weird thing to think about… Then, and only then, it clicked.
Three faces with blue eyes, rimmed with gold at the bottom, laughed and smiled when you made your excuses to go back to the House of Lamentation. You’d seen eyes like those. You’ve seen eyes like those every day, first thing when you wake up.
“Mammon? Mammon, are you home?” Knocking feels frantic but your heart aches, it burns inside your chest. “Mammo-“ the door swings open and Mammon smiles, slightly out of breath and in his demonic form.
“Look at ya, human, couldn’t even wait until I got back from patrol. Don’t worry, the Great Mammon won’t tell-“ he stops short when you throw your arms around him in a hug, nearly throwing him off balance. “Oy! W-what’s all this? I’m gonna get all your weird human germs on me!”
It’s half hearted, and he’s definitely busted when he kicks the door closed and wraps his arms around you in return. This is his moment. His. He doesn’t want other people looking in and seeing what you give him. It’s his- Mammon leans his head down, resting in the crook of your neck. Your scent washing over him, taming his thoughts.
The two of you stand like that for awhile, until Mammon clears his throat. “Uh, my-“ he looks over his shoulders. “My wings are getting heavy.”
Your hand runs over his markings as you pull back. He shudders briefly, holding you at not quiet arms length. “Do- can you only pull your wings in?”
He looks confused by your question, confused about everything really. “Of course. Ain’t nothin’ the Great Mammon can’t do.”
You flinch as the sound of cracking and tearing as his wings retract. He doesn’t.
You push him over to his couch, straddling him as you sit facing him. His hands hover, not sure where to go until they settle on your hips. He doesn’t say anything for once, as a dusting of pink crosses his face.
You comb your fingers through his hair, settling against him. His eyes flutter closed and you watch as he relaxes under your touch. He lets you be tender with him. He wants to be good for you, to be cared for by you.
You unclip his battlement at the neck and slide it back, undoing the sleeves as you go, cataloguing every inch of exposed skin. His eyes crack open slightly and his Adam’s apple bobs under your touch.
Your heart throbs as you run your fingers over his markings. You had never noticed it before, but it was different. The silver skin pulled taught and too smooth. Mammon gulps and his fingers tighten at your waist.
“Your brother’s markings are black.” He looks away and his jaw tightens. “Yours aren’t markings.”
He can’t meet your eyes. He can’t, but he tries anyway.
“I got hit pretty bad in the war.” His arms circle around you and he bows his head to rest on your chest as he drags you further on to his lap. “The uh, the-“ he pauses, “the armor couldn’t protect me from a smite. A-and it heated up.”
You go back to stroking his hair, kissing the top of his head.
“Barbatos found me first. Had to pry it off me. Ruined my other set of wings.” His voice is thick and you feel him shudder under you. “I- I didn’t get a choice when Barbatos shifted me. An emergency. So he let me look the same just… just less-“
“Less angelic.” You finished. “What do you mean choice?”
There’s a pause and Mammon shudders under you.
“My eyes. I didn’t get to change them.” He’s quiet for a long time after that, just holding you and listening to the sound of your heart. “Belphie said once that I was pathetic for trying to look like what I wasn’t anymore. Jerk.” You feel your shirt dampen with tears and you hum in agreement. “I didn’t wanna-” a sob stops him short. “I didn’t wanna look like me either.”
You think this might be the first time Mammon actually gets to say this out loud. How his brothers picked new eye colors or hair. How they looked and felt different, but also the same. How the first few thousand years felt like living with not-quite strangers.
You miss dinner in favor of tucking in on the couch and watching a movie instead. You help Mammon into more comfortable clothes, kissing him gently and running your fingers softly over his burn marks. He can’t quite meet your eyes, so you gently brush your nose against his before kissing him softly once more. “Thank you for telling me.”
He sniffles and tries to give a brave face. “A-ain’t nothin’. Nothin’ the Great Mammon wouldn’t do for you.”
You smile, cupping his cheeks. “Thank you, handsome.”
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Working out some personal costume designs for the batfam that I don’t hate.
Transcription of my written notes in the read more
Tim Drake:
Tim Drake:
Red Robin is a dumb name. Redbird or Cardinal?
Main colors: black and red, yellow, orange accents, brown
BTAS era nightwing dominos
No dedicated tool belt, many pockets & sheaths stashed on body: along arms, thighs, ribs
Knee pads, shoulders, forearms & elbows, shin guards in boots. Key armor spots but overall built for speed. Relies on staff.
Guards on back [of hands] & first knuckles. Built to retain dexterity.
Leaner build relies on gadgets/staff for offensive. Still good for hand to hand, but physicality means that sometimes it’s not enough. Defense is not getting hit.
Top edge of mask follows eyebrow movement
[back view of cape, top third is black, bottom two thirds is gradient to red]
Dick Grayson:
Gold nod to discowing
Black, blue, gold, navy
Escrimia sticks still stored on back
BTAS domino low down over nose
Minimal shielding. Emphasis on mobility. Defense=redirection of opponent’s force
All bats get armor on knuckles, even Mr. Gymnast.
Blue on last two filanges
Grippy palms. Some non-Newtonian tech that increases grip with pressure and slips when released
Lots of pockets/compartments on forearms
Inside of costume has a lot of joint support: soft landing tech like Shell (Portal), firm areas in [backs of] knees so thin lines don’t dig in as bad, non-stretch of “harness” that [spans] palms-shoulders-torso/hips prevents Dick from tearing his shoulders every other night
Full grippy shoes [soles]
Cassandra Cain:
Black Bat
Black, pale yellow/grey
2 part mask: cowl & bot half. Can take cowl off and keep bot [on].
Nose bit sticks out more on cowl over bot mask
QUIT Fuckin emphasizing the female body. She is JUST as shadow blob as Bruce. Draws a lot of parallels to Bruce’s batman uniform
Cass is completely covered; no skin showing. More armor/padding than Dick & Tim, less than Jay and Bruce.
With chest padding there is NO BOOB emphasis. Very androgynous look. Gotham refers to Black Bat as they/it
Mask is NOT forgiving with facial expression, but anyone who knows Cass can read her body language
Farthest wing tip [of chest bat logo] trails down shoulder
Doesn’t have much color on suit. Only definition seen is light glancing off edges & the bat insignia
Got the arm spikes
Batarangs are probably blunted rather than throwing knives at people.
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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS. repost, do not reblog!
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APHRODITE / LOVE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger
APOLLO / SUN. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account
ARES / WAR. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children,gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves,bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath
ARTEMIS / WILDERNESS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling
ATHENA / WISDOM. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes
DEMETER / HARVEST. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air
DIONYSUS / MADNESS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines,inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause
HEPHAESTUS / CRAFTSMANSHIP. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes,ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles
HERA / MARRIAGE. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold
HERMES / MESSENGER. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries,does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee,menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers
POSEIDON / SEA. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow
ZEUS / SKY. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence,badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch
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Armor Champions - Season 4 - The Cale Saga - Episode 190 (Do Not Copy)
An enraged Rico flew up to his opponent in the light sky. He formed a large spinning ball of yellow energy into his hands as Cale flew closer to him. And Rico pushed his left palm forward which released the rotating projectile.
"Earth Release!" called Rico. "Forbidden Mass Creation!"
Rico closed his eyes as the shining ball struck his opponent. After the sound of his projectile slowly faded, the champion in turquoise armor opened his eyes.
Armor Champions Season 4 -- Episode 190: Trey Chaolan
He soon found his opponent Cale standing at the other side with no damage to his body.
"Wat da hell?" cried Desoto.
"Get out of there!" Joey shouted to Rico.
Cale smiled wickedly at the crazed detective for a moment. Then a long ray of red energy shot from the android's eyes at his left shoulder. And Rico had fallen into the green grass below.
Once the champion slowly rose up, Cale floated down as he found an ailing Rico covered in dirt.
"Look at you," said Cale. "You have fought for these inferior beings far too long."
Rico slowly rose his fists and the wicked android replied "You cannot even best me with a final attack without thinking of others."
Then Rico faced him with determination as Cale told him "Face it! Your power of friendship will not win against perfection like me."
And Rico ran to attack Cale once again.
At another side of the battlefield, an injured Aaron rose as he laid on a large tree behind him. And he watched as Rico gave out another flurry of punches to their enemy.
"No!" thought Aaron. "I can tell Rico is not going to make it. This beast is a lot stronger than all the other enemies we fought in the past."
He slowly stood up and cried "Now... We are fighting against this menace!"
He soon fell onto his knees and began to feel pain coming from his entire body.
"This enemy!" cried Aaron. "He can be stopped! I believe in it! He can be destroyed!"
Suddenly, his body began shining a golden light as his muscles became larger. The color of his eyes were green. And his hair spiked up as its color changed into gold.
As blue electricity began surrounding his energy, Aaron spotted another person walking forward from the trees before him. Aaron finally fell to the ground as his Super-Kainobi form faded. And the newcomer walked toward him as Aaron laid their face down.
This was a young man with bright skin and black eyes. He had shaggy black hair and a thick but clean beard. He wore a long-sleeved blue shirt underneath a red gi-top with a thick purple belly-band. He also had on a pair of red gi-pants and short black boots. And he had a slightly-muscular body.
The man lowered to the fallen Aaron on one knee and said in a soft voice "It's okay Aaron. I'll take over from here. I'll make sure your friends and this planet are safe."
And the stranger began walking toward the battle.
Cale continued punching the helpless Rico until he was hit with a powerful Right Front Kick. Cale rolled until he crashed onto a larger tree nearby. And someone walked toward the fallen creature.
A male voice softly asked "Another android huh?"
The other champions slowly stood up and spotted the person standing before Cale.
"Just who..." asked Kody. "Or what is that?"
"I have no idea," said Jede.
The black-haired newcomer continued to stand before him as Cale stared in shock.
"Whoever he is," Relena replied. "That guy's in danger if he stays there too long!"
Desoto analyzed the newcomer using only his eyes.
Then the cowboy in black armor responded "Dis guy's power! It feels like..."
"Like what?" asked Joey.
And Desoto answered "He's tough! He's like Billy tough! Even dat idiot Aaron!"
Cale jumped up and faced his attacker with determination.
"Da bastard!" thought Desoto. "He's gonna get creamed by dat monster!"
Cale gave out a great punch using his Right Fist that was surrounded by a sphere of dark-red energy as he yelled "You'll pay for this, Bastard!"
The mysterious man caught the attack with his left hand. And he gave a calm smile to the shocked Cale.
"What is this?" cried Cale.
Meanwhile, an ailing Aaron made himself to his team. Both Joey and Kody helped him as Aaron found Cale fighting against the young stranger.
"Aaron!" cried Relena. "Are you alright?"
And Aaron cried "It's you after all!"
After he threw the last punch with his left fist, Cale stared at him with distain.
"Are you finished yet?" asked the stranger.
Cale took a few steps away as he took a huge breath.
He soon replied "Neither you or the children in armor there will be able to ruin the plans laid by my master Trey."
Aaron quickly lifted his head and cried "Trey? You mean Trey Chaolan?"
The mysterious man responded "You work for Trey huh? I'll find him and put a stop to Trey's scheme."
He gave another smile and added "But I'll probably have to handle you first, do I?"
The man laid his left hand forward and told the villain "Alright then, get ready Android. This will be the beginning of the end for you."
Before Cale was able to react, the newcomer blew a small wave of white energy to him. The villainous Cale was pushed toward the many trees at the other side. And he faced the stranger who placed his right hand on his waist.
Cale soon flew with great speed toward him. The stranger blew another wave of white energy to stop the villain once again.
"Are you just going to stand there?" asked the newcomer. "Or are you going to attack?"
The angered android balled his hands into fists as he yelled "I'll get you!"
"You know what," The newcomer told him. "I have another idea in mind."
Then the man placed his left hand forward. A small ball of blue energy formed and he blew the ball at his opponent.
"Blue Dog!" He called.
The projectile made the android turn around.
After that, the new warrior blew another wave of blue energy from his right hand which pushed Cale a few steps away.
"Go now," He told Cale. "Go and tell your master Albatross says I'm coming after him."
"It is him!" cried Aaron. "But... I haven't seen him since after I met Trey. It's you... Albatross!"
"Albatross?" repeated Relena.
Aaron answered "Albatross! He was one of my closest friends. I haven't seen him for years though."
"Wait?" cried Joey. "You were friends with that android's maker?"
Aaron's thoughts:
During one afternoon, two soulless androids had destroyed many houses at a small suburban area in Osaka as innocent people hurried away.
Meanwhile, someone hurried to the front of a small malt shop. And the building was blown away by an energy cannon made by one of the androids. The person was pushed onto the ground. And the person spotted a large arcade machine falling toward him from the explosion.
This was Aaron Brief as a small boy with fair skin, blue eyes, and short violet hair. He wore a green T-shirt with a darker V-neck, white shorts, gray socks, and white shoes.
Once the machine fell closer, the boy was pushed away to the alley nearby. And the boy found another person who saved him.
This was a skinny young boy with fine skin, gray eyes, and short brown hair with his sides cut. He had on a golden-yellow shirt with short sleeves, green jeans, and brown shoes.
Once the machine smashed onto the ground, a large piece of it flew toward them. The smaller Trey hurried by pushing his right hand forward. Gray energy soon gathered around the large component. And with a flick of Trey's right point-finger, the mechanic part was pushed away.
Aaron wrapped his left arm around Joey as he replied "I was only eight when I met him, Trey Chaolan. After a few weeks passed, I heard that Trey's father had won some sort of science contest which made him a lot of money. And that was the last I saw of Trey."
A relentless Cale informed everyone "After I return to my master, the entire world as you know it will be changed forever. But you all will not be present to see his plan come become a reality. Soon you will be dead!"
And Cale flew off.
After that, the mysterious man called Albatross gathered with Aaron and his team.
"Your three friends are safe," He announced. "They won't be found out by the android."
"I still can't believe this!" cried Aaron. "You're here! I thought you were killed long ago by an android's bomb!"
Albatross gave a small laugh and told him "Not a chance! I and a few civilians got out of the building before the bomb hit it."
Then he responded "I came to find Billy Williamson and guard him from the android. Trey believes Billy is the key to creating a way to the Dark Dream World."
"The Dark Dream World?" repeated Jede.
"Ah!" whined Desoto. "Not dat place again!"
"Is this Chaolan person?" asked Kody. "Is he a being from that cursed plane?"
"No, he's not," answered Albatross. "But Trey wants to open the portal so that he may be able to turn this entire planet into a wasteland. That is if the chairman of science don't take Trey's creations seriously."
"You mean this Trey guy plans to destroy everybody on this planet if these scientists..." questioned Rico. "...don't reply to his demands?"
"He will..." replied Albatross. "...unless someone presents Trey's plan from the start. I must stop the android from finding Billy immediately. Right now, Billy's powers are the only chance Trey has at opening the portal successfully."
"Oh no!" cried Relena. "Does this have to do with Billy's dark powers?"
Albatross responded "If they get a hold of Billy, Trey will force him to use his Tao powers to open the portal. Then the whole world with everyone and everything on it will be in terrible danger."
An angered Desoto lowered his head and Kody said "We must warn Billy immediately."
"Yes," Albatross told them. "We need to find Billy and put him somewhere safe, in a dark room if possible."
And a worried Jede cried "By the gods!"
At the other side of the long green forest, the two champions -- Billy of the Ice Dome and Carla of the Golden Grail -- had seen the android Cale pass them like a speeding bullet. Meanwhile, Billy had carried the small boy Camerion on his back.
The pair with Camerion hurried to the top of a larger tree.
And Billy ordered Carla "You and Camerion fly back to the others."
"Wait!" cried Carla. "What are you going to do?"
A determined Billy stood up and told her "I'll follow the android back to his lair. Then I'll alert everyone with my cell phone."
"But what if the android finds you?" questioned Carla.
"Don't worry Carla,"
Billy gave out a strong grin and replied "I'll think of something."
Carla thought for a moment.
After that, she leaned to Billy and gave a quick kiss on his right cheek.
"Okay Billy," answered Carla. "I'll leave this to you. But be careful."
Carla flew off with Camerion on her back, the blue armor on Billy had vanished. And he wore his regular clothing.
He silently chanted "Polgeszhunta, Polgeszhunta."
A pale-blue light began shining around his body as Billy flew forward to follow his target.
The quiet Cale flew as quickly as he could until he reached a house that was located on the top of a large mountain.
It was a large house that was made with sand-colored bricks. The place had no windows. But it did have an air machine hanging from its left side. There was also a door at the front hat was made of brown wood. And its roof was also made of the same wood.
The android carefully flipped down from the roof. And he walked inside from the door.
Billy landed below at the opened door. He soon walked inside and crept on the stairway which led down to the basement. And Billy hid behind a large metal shelf as he listened to the android who was with his master.
"I have bad news," reported Cale. "Albatross Zane knows of your plan. He is now telling it to the Armor Champions."
Trey wore a red top with long sleeves, black dress-pants, brown socks, and black dress-shoes.
He replied "Oh great, now they know I'm searching for the Key. The champions may also know that the Key is suppose to use Tao witchcraft."
Billy thought to himself "Tao Witchcraft? Were they looking for me all this time?"
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Promises made over lava lakes
Galaxy’s heart was pounding as she scrambled between a cluster of large trees in the crimson forest. The air was thick and humid as she shakily loaded the crossbow in her arms and glanced behind herself as her body shuddered and ached from her impromptu run. Around her, the low growls of hoglins echoed through the forest, stalking the intruder that dared to walk through their territory and foolishly get too close to their young.
The nether wasn’t Galaxy’s favorite place in the world.
Since her first few days exploring the vast oak forests and bright blue skies, she’s spent a lot of her time exploring everything the overworld had to offer. Every corner had a new village to trade in or a long-abandoned mansion to investigate or an old weathered shipwreck to discover. It wasn’t hard to see why the netherworld was the last place she would ever visit.
The land was hot and smelled of smoke. Filled with bubbling lava and sharp red rock that crumbled behind her armored boots, Galaxy often found herself climbing across dangerous ledges that hung mere feet above the red hot sea below or dodging scorching fireballs from ghasts. It always seemed as if death lingered around every turn from the Crimson forests to Soul sand valleys, the only reprieve one could get was hiding in a small hole and never coming back out.
As much as it was tempting to dig a little burrow and forget about how much death and cruelty the lava dimension had to offer, there were potions to brew and important materials for building that she couldn’t get anywhere else.
Galaxy waited for a few moments more, tensing at every rustle or snap of a branch, and sweating under the heavy layers for her diamond armor as the fungal forest breathed around her in a haze of squealing and roars. From the sound of it, the hoglins might have been distracted by a stay pack of piglins that roam these forests for hunting and she took this as her chance to dart from her hiding place.
Ducking under branches and past blooming red vines, she ran as fast as she could without looking back, knowing that tripping up here could mean a painful death and respawn that would leave her with fewer items than when she started.
In her blind run, she failed to properly check her surroundings and ran straight into the path of another group of piglins patrolling the forest. Usually, piglins would be easy to deal with, they wouldn't bother her if she didn’t get in their way but today she was unfortunate enough to not have any gold armor or gold to trade and they weren’t too pleased to have a stranger invading their space.
The piglins readied their bows and drew their axes as Galaxy raised her crossbow in defence, trying to swallow her panic as she looked for an escape route. There was no way she would survive fighting a whole group of them by herself and the standoff makes her think numbly that she should have tried harder to get someone to watch her back as she travelled.
“Ah fuck me”
Galaxy pulled the trigger in one swift motion, hitting the piglin in front of her and sending the rest into a rage, barely stopping before loading another arrow to fire. The chaos under the trees was a mess of dust and arrows and screams as she darted about, clenching her teeth as she felt arrows graze her skin. She switched her crossbow out for her sword in the frenzy stabbing one of the creatures as it got close and ducked under the swing of another axe as she made a break for an opening. The soft shine of gold caught the edge of her vision as she ran, too close for comfort, and left a dull ache in her arm as she ran but she paid it no mind.
Injuries could be dealt with when the threat of death was more of a memory and the only thing she could hear was the emptiness of the nether wastes.
She ran until she collapsed, gasping and coughing from exertion
and from running so long without a break. Black spots danced in front of her vision as she lay on the warm earth and forced herself to calm. Slowly, the world began to fill with noise as she caught her breath, gone were the howls and squeals of the Crimson forest and the constant unease at the slightest sound of a bowstring and in with the gentle hum that came with the Warped lands.
She blinked as she looked around, hearing nothing but the hum of the forest and the distant sound of lava popping in the distance. The girl pushed herself up with her elbows with great effort groaning at the pain that started to spread through her bones. Her upper arm burned fiercely as she forced herself into a sitting position and a swipe of her palm over it came back bright red.
She looked around again as she struggled to get her rucksack off her back wondering where all the endermen had gone. They are known to live in the Warped forest and no piglins dared to enter. They are especially dangerous to humans if provoked, but she’s sure she isn't human enough to be a threat and she won’t go out of her way to harass the creatures of the nether. It wasn’t worth dying over after all.
She pulled out some bandages and water, momentarily morning the loss of not having a healing potion that could take all her pain away and stitch her wounds immediately. She was lucky enough to get a few blaze rods and nether wart before the trip started to go south, so if she wasn't too exhausted she could start brewing potions tomorrow where the world was more kind and the air was clean.
Making quick work of bandaging her wounds and chugging a whole bottle of water, she pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and packed her things, hoping to make it back to her portal as quickly as possible, only stopping when she heard leaves crunching behind her.
Galaxy felt a spike of fear go through her at the sound, fearing the piglins had followed regardless of the forest she was in before the fear turned into annoyance and anger. She had just wanted a few supplies for potions but she had been chased high and low as if she personally griefed their homes. If the stragglers wanted to march to their death here, it wouldn’t be her fault, their only witness would be her blade and any endermen that would stalk past their corpse.
Galaxy gripped her sword tight as she swung around hoping to catch her stalker off guard and maybe take out a limb only to come face to face with a child.
They’re pressed up against the tree in fear as they stare down her diamond blade, blood-stained and glittering with enchantments. Their hair is a wild mess of pink almost hiding a pair of wide dark eyes shivering in gold armor that doesn’t seem to fit them right. Underneath, she can see the green botches across their skin, of what appears to be the beginnings of the curse, where their clothes and armor fail to cover them.
She narrows her eyes at them, quickly darting her eyes up and swiveling her ears around to listen for the sound of hooves against the dirt. She doesn’t hear anything beyond a distant yowl that she guesses is an enderman.
“Shit, kid. I could've killed you!” she growls, the nether dialect thick with her accent, using her sword to point off into the blue-tinted fog of the woods” Leave! I don’t want you here”
“Please! Hear me out!” they yell in response, not moving from their spot probably from fear of being impaled” Let me stay with you!”
Galaxy whips her head around so fast she’s sure it might hurt later. She wants to laugh at how ridiculous this sounds“No!”
“Please!” they beg” You managed to get past the others and fight them off, just think about it”
“Have you lost your mind! Go home, I don’t need to get attacked by piglins thinking I stole one of their kids! This place is enough stress already.” Galaxy complains grabbing the kid by their arm, ignoring the offended grumble at being called a child, and pulling them off in the direction she believes they came from. If she’s lucky she could bolt and they wouldn’t be able to find her again
“No, no, I can’t go back” they mumble as they stop abruptly and nearly make her stumble. No amount of tugging will move them no matter how much Galaxy tries.
“And why the fuck not?”
“Because they’ll kill me!” this gives Galaxy pause, arms lowering from where she was about to shove them out into the woods and leave them there. She’s never known piglins to kill their own kind, due to them being fiercely protective over their bastions and wondering packs. There should be no reason for them to kill one of their own, especially one as young as this.
“Don’t bring me back to them please” the child begs, eyes shiny with unshed tears” I don’t have anywhere else, there’s nothing out here. You can just help me out of here and I won’t be in your way but please don’t let them find me, “
Galaxy purse her lips as she looks at them again, thin and small and just barely reaching her chin, in armor too big and death hanging over their shoulder if she turns them back out into the hell that is the Crimson forest once more. She holds her breath and sighs, rubbing her face with her hands, surely getting netherrack dust all over her cheeks. She curses herself for having a conscience, for having a heart. For thinking even for a second about how these mobs left their kid out here to die.
“Fine, only to the nether wastes you hear? I swear to god if you’re lying to me” she starts, glaring hard at them and they scramble up of the floor and wipe their tears.
“No! I’d never! Thank you! Thank you!”
Galaxy’s compass lays gently on her chest as she fixes her bag on her back and begins her hike through the Warped forest, one heartbeat and armored boots followed by the soft clicking of hooves.
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Notes:
My Actual Minecraft gameplay: put a boat down and a baby piglin got in and I took it to the overworld and promptly forgot piglin's can't survive there. Spent five minutes freaking out that I killed it and lost my friend, now lil dude is now immortal and chilling in my living room.
#minecraft#original work#original non-human characters#canon typical violence#non graphic violence#enimies to friends#strangers to friends#platonic#writing#writing dialogue
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Mateo Kihell rode beside his Princess’s Carriage. It was a rather nice day - the weather was fair, and and there was a light breeze that carried the scent of wild flowers on it as they rode through it.
He was apart of a large company - 40 strong. They were tasked with escorting the Princess of the Empire from her Castle Neckart to Motostoke Castle in her Father’s Kingdom. It would be a grueling ride. The safest way to travel between the Empire and the Kingdom of Galar was through the Slumbering Weald - and even that wasn’t safe. There was only one road through the Weald and that road as often watched by thieves, Rovers, and cutthroats. It was also a route notorious for causing the disappearance of anyone unlucky enough to leave that one road. Still, the only other option was to go through the southern road between the Dracca and Kalos - and that would be a far more treacherous path. The Empire and Kalos were never on friendly terms, and the Dracca was an unknown variant that was full of dangerous Dragons.
Still, with a team of 40 well trained Knights, Mateo wasn’t too worried. He was currently riding on his well-trained mount. He was a Couross Rapidash - a variant of war-Rapidash commonly bred in the Empire. They were taller than the Galarian or Eastern variants and commonly had a deep blue coat with white spots that almost looked like the night sky. Like the Galarian variant, the Couross had a bi-coloured mane of orange and blue, but it’s tail was long and tuffed at the end. They were a common breed in the Empire that were bred during the Wars over a century ago.
An Umbreon ran at their side. The sleek black fur on the Pokemon showed no sign of sweat as he ran effortlessly beside them. Cyne had been Mateo’s partner for many, many years now. They had been training side by side since Mateo was only seven years old, and Mateo trusted the Pokemon with his life.
Yes. It was a nice day. Mateo looked up as the sun peaked through the tree canopy in patches of bright gold. The only sounds that could be heard was the sounds of hooves clopping along, and the wheels of the carriage and wagons being pulled along.
The attack happened so fast that Mateo didn’t even register what had happened right away. A volley of arrows launched from the trees to the left and collided with the company with a cacophony of screams and shouts. Cries in pain and of battle suddenly rose up as the company whirled towards their attackers. Mateo reached down for his long sword that he had strapped to his waist but before he even had the blade fully free another volley of arrows released from the right hand side and Mateo heard the deafening scream of his Rapidash as an arrow hit it square in the chest.
The great beast reared up and threw Mateo from his back before he tumbled sideways to the ground. Mateo hit the earth hard and felt the wind get knocked out of him, and for a moment his vision went dark - but then he heard an urgent bark from Cyne, and he quickly whirled to his feet.
Men were charging out of the trees now. At first Mateo thought they were a group of Rovers... but that thought quickly disappeared when he got a look at them. These men were fully dressed in iron armor and carried with them shields, helms, and weapons. They were far too well geared to be common thieves. No, these men were being funded by someone with a lot of ‘disposable income’.
Mateo released his sword from its scabbard and was about to charge at them when he heard his Captain shout: “Mateo! The Princess!”
Immediately Mateo’s blood ran cold, and he whirled back away from the attackers and hurried over to defend the Princess’s carriage. Just as he reached it though - there came a new wave of shouting, and Mateo turned to press his back against the door and looked back just in time to see bodies and the splintering wood of wagons fly through the air. To Mateo’s dismay, a large Machamp rose up with a thunderous roar. With his four great arms he tossed the Imperial Knights aside like they were straw. The Knights tried to fight back and slashed at him with their sword but the blades just bounced off his thick body armor.
One of the enemies came up then and distracted Mateo, and he turned around to face a large brute who was coming barreling towards them. With a shout, Mateo raised his sword and parried the other’s attack. The two swords clashed and Mateo fought to hold back the other... and then Cyne attacked. The Umbreon released a powerful Swift attack that cut through the man’s painted armor like paper and the man collapsed with a painful scream.
A new wave of screaming came from the rear of the company, and Mateo looked over to see a massive Obstagoon leap up on top of one of the wagons. He held a Knight by the throat in his massive jaws and blood trickled down from the helpless man to the wagon beneath them. They were being attacked on all sides...
Without thinking, Mateo wrenched the carriage door open and reached in to pull the Princess out. There was a look of terror across her beautiful face. In any other situation he would have been spellbound by her. He pulled her towards him by one of her delicate hands and scooped her up in his arms. She let out a terrified scream as he pulled her free... and not a moment too soon. The moment he pulled her from the carriage - the Obstagoon landed on top of it and the painted carriage splintered to pieces. Apparently the Pokemon had dropped his ‘prize’ when he had seen the carriage and came racing towards it.
Mateo quickly placed the Princess down and pushed her behind him, “Princess! Make for the trees! Run!”
For a moment she didn’t react. She was looking at the beast as if petrified...
“RUN!“ Mateo pushed her, and she seemed to snap out of it. Holding her little yellow and white Pokemon - she started running for the trees. Mateo went behind her.
The Obstagoon grinned as he saw them run and leapt off the remains of the carriage and gave chase. Mateo tried not to look back as he ushered the Princess forward but he could feel the thing getting closer...
And then Cyne was upon him. The Umbreon leapt from the fray and collided with the Obstagoon so hard that both Pokemon went tumbling into the underbrush.
They were almost clear! Once they made it to the trees, he could hide the Princess! She’d be safe and-
A sudden rush of pain hit Mateo square in the back. It felt like someone had punched him hard enough to knock the wind out of him once again. The force of the impact sent him flying from his feet and he landed on the ground with a painful ‘thud’. Whatever had struck him was pinning his cloak to his back, and he didn’t have to guess to hard that he had been shot. He could feel the arrow sticking out of his back.
His mouth suddenly went dry. He tried to look up but his vision was fading fast. The last thing he swore he saw... was the Princess vanishing in thin air... and then everything went black.
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Summary: The boys have done the shock challenge, and now is your turn. Luckily for you the boys allowed you to film a video and not do a stream like sapnap. However, you reacted more strongly at how the boys reacted to the shocks. When the pained was too much; the boys just want to hug you.
Warning: None. The reader gets shocked many times. The reader cries due to the pain. Just a 2/4 fluff. A splash of angst. The Devil compelled me to write this as a fluff instead of a NSFW. :(
Dream team x Non specified reader :)
"Tell me when you guys are ready, so I can start recording" Your voice comes out softly almost scared of the upcoming challenge. You look at the collar around your wrist; your other hand fiddles with it nervous as you hear the voice saying that they are ready. You open your camera on Discord, so that they can see you. A nervous giggle leaves your lips as you look at the camera. The boys confirm that they can see you.
"Just be careful when you play, and you should be fine" Dream says taking a fatherly role. Not wanting you to be hurt after feeling the pain of electrocution himself.
"I’ll be okay". You say giving a small smile to the camera. Wanting to appease him knowing he initially didn’t want you to do the challenge. You insisted wanting to know how it felt. Slightly curious about how difficult the game would be.
"Um I’ll start the recording. Are you all in the world?" You ask wanting to get the challenge over with.
"Yeah, we are here" George says voice sounding excited to see if you would be able to endure the challenge.
"Ok I’ll run the command, and start playing". A few seconds after running the command you were ready to start playing. Moving your character towards a tree breaking three pieces of it before making a quick crafting table, sticks and pickaxe. You collected enough rock to make a rock pickaxe. Looking around you spotted a good cave making your way towards it. You found some iron and coal. Quickly letting it cook you made your way further into the cave seeing some zombies and skeletons. A loud scream left your lips at the fear of being hurt, and taking damage in real life. The boys yelled telling you to go towards the enemies and try to defeat them.
"No! They are going to kill me"
"Well, it’s part of the game, go and kill them" Sapnap said trying to encourage you to approach the zombie. You did what he said killing the zombie easily a yell of victory leaving your lips. Only to be replaced with a pained one when two skeletons appeared out of nowhere to shoot arrows at you. Both of their arrows hit you only to get hurt again by a creeper. Electricity flooded your senses making your hand twitch involuntarily. A loud yell left your lips at the pain flooding your body.
"AH Fuck! That hurts so bad." You yelled as both skeletons shot at you again both arrows coming your way. The boys stayed silent as Dream tried to tell you what to do. You were able to kill the skeleton. Your hands trembled against the keyboard. The electricity from before making your body shiver at the thought of the pain. The boys asked if you were okay noticing the shivers running along your body. You gave a shaky yes as you focused on making some armor, shield, and an axe. By the time you got out of the cave it was nighttime. You had gotten hurt around 5 more times. The fact that it was nighttime made things harder as you got shocked multiple times trying to find a lava pool. Mobs seemed to follow after you like a magnet. You made the nether portal quickly, and got in taking a deep breath as your body trembled violently. The boys took note of this seeing as your breath got faster every time you took a shock. You appeared in a place full of piglins, and with your luck there was no gold close that could help you make some quick boots. The piglins started attacking you; showering you with arrows as you tried your best to escape. Your eyes glossed over at the pain of the multiple shocks and little to no time to recover from each. The fortress was close to your spawn point, so you made your way towards it. Only to find the WORST fortress ever. There were wither skeletons everywhere, magma cubes, and blazes even on the sides of the fortress. You tried to hold back your nerves as you started to climb up the fortress, and a Blaze fired at you successfully making your character catch fire. Screams of pain filled the boy’s ears at the painful shock being distributed to your wrist. Making your way inside the fortress trying to hurry as much as possible; until three wither skeletons appeared in front of you trying to kill you. After killing two of them the third came from the back hitting you. A loud yell left your lips as your character’s hearts turned black. Your head rolled back as your hand came to cradle your face; tears running down your cheeks as the shocks continued. The boys yelled at you to log out of the game, but your mind was swimming with pain to even pay attention to their words. Seeing you clearly in pain the boys trapped your character in a box as they tried to softly talk to you. Hoping they could help you calm down.
Sobs left your lips as Sapnap and Dream opened the door to your room going in to give you a hug, and turn off the game. They tried to calm you down as George kept saying encouraging things into your headset. The night ended with the three of you watching a movie together cuddling with Sapnap as your legs laid on top of Dream’s lap. George was facetiming you guy’s as he watched the same movie on his computer. The three of them spent the night relaxing and giving you love. They apologized over and over again feeling horrible for making you go through the pain.
"Well the only way I’m forgiving you guys is if George comes over soon". You said making the boys laugh, and a promise that George would come to the U.S. soon.
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