#tiny snapdragon | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

stalkerofthegods · 5 months

Text

Ares Deep dive

Ares

Herbs • Garlic, basil, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, anything with tiny yellow flowers, spicy stuff (ex- peppers, paprika), Water hemlock, Snapdragon, Poppy, Nettle, Magnolia, Ginger

Animals• Vulture, Colchian Dragon, serpents, barn owls, woodpeckers, dogs, horses, Stymphalian birds, boars

Zodiac • Aries

Colors • Red, black, and dark purple

Crystal• garnets, rubies, bloodstone, obsidian, red scoria, smoky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

Symbols• a helm, a shield, a spear and sometimes a sheathed sword, flaming torch, armor, palace, four fire-breathing horses

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• Iron, armor

Diety of• masculinity, civil order, Battle lust, courage, City guards/police, Rage, Violent deeds, Fights, Murder, Manslaughter, Quarrels, cheese, dancing, rebellion

Patron of• the Amazons, City defenses, City defenders

Offerings• Dragons, Dragon imagery, Dragon art, Strong dark red wine, Strong whiskey, Pure water, Black coffee, Black tea, Olive oil, Beef, Red meats in general, Cooked fat from meats, Blood from cut meats, Heavy spices, Spicy foods, Garlic, Red, black, and dark purple candles, Art or statues of Him, Statues of horses or dogs, Weapons, armor, and shields (ex- art, statues, toys, handmade.), Trophies, Spicy jerky, Sport drinks / protein shakes, Hand drawn or printed art of HimArt or images of dogs, horses, and vultures, Feathers from vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls, Iron or steel jewelry, Red flowers (ex- roses), Thorns, Miniature or toy weapons and armor (especially helmets), Snake skin, Animal teeth, Write down your fears or successes and give them to Him, Medals and ribbons you’ve earned, Antiques, Photos of riots or past wars, hot sauce, Pork ribs, homemade meals, poultry, hare, venison, wolf hearts, chili peppers, lemons, green bananas, unripe peaches, batons, bullets, kendo swords, shields, military helmets, bullet-proof vests, military boots, military belts, dynamite sticks, grenades, lion pelts, shark teeth, ram skulls, explosives (handle carefully), Medals or Certificates, dog fur or dog teeth (ethically sourced), horseshoes, bull horns, war memorabilia, broken glass, spicy jerky or twiggy sticks, Carmel, sushi, stormwater, spicy salsa, Mexican food, chocolate or chia pudding, burnt matches, cigarette butts

Devotional• Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered, Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs, Donate and support victims of war, Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven’t tried before, Try new things and don’t feel ashamed about doing so, Tell Him about your accomplishments, Tell Him about your fears, Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself, Learn about history, past wars, and past riots, Learn what they accomplished or failed to accomplish, Learn and educate yourself about the downsides of war and what can happen to the people affected by wars, Partake in combat sports (ex- martial arts, fencing), Exercise, Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, and Civilization, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, Pray to Him (ex-strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle), go to a protest, learn first aid, educate yourself on PTSD, do unharmful things that give you adrenaline rushes (ex- amusement park rides, bungee jumping), watch action movies with him, pet a dog, Playing Strategy Games, Work on managing your anger, bones, go do axe throwing, a playlist that makes you feel, brave, energized and confident, keep track of your successes (this can be daily tasks, when you conquer them cross them off, and then offer the list to Ares), write down or draw art of your fears, go to a rage room, pray or meditate during thunderstorms, watch war movies and documentaries and play war/combat and strategy video games

Ephithets•Adámastos/adamastus/ἀδάμαστος/ΑΔΑΜΑΣΤΟΣ/ἀδάμας -unconquerable & indestructible, Ænyálios/enyalius/ἐνυάλιος/ΕΝΥΑΛΙΟΣ -war-God, Alcimus, Álkimos/alcimus/ἄλκιμος/ΑΛΚΙΜΟΣ/Adj - valiant, brave, Alloprósallos/alloprosallus/ἀλλοπρόσαλλος/ΑΛΛΟΠΡΟΣΑΛΛΟΣ- loyal to the struggle and to the souls who are engaged in it, Ánax/ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ -lord, king, Aphneiós/aphneius/ἀφνειός/ΑΦΝΕΙΟΣ -rich, wealthy, Arrectus, Árriktos/arrectus/ἄρρηκτος, ΑΡΡΗΚΤΟΣ -unbreakable, Brotoctonus, Enyalius, Hippius, Hoplochares/Hoplodupus/Hoplophorus, Íppios/hippius/ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ -horseman, Mægasthænís/megasthenes/μεγασθενής/ΜΕΓΑΣΘΕΝΗΣ/μεγασθενές -very strong, Megasthenes/Mægasthænís., Ombrimothymus:See Omvrimóthymos/Omvrimóthymos/ombrimo hymus/ὀμβριμόθυμος/ΟΜΒΡΙΜΟΘΥΜΟΣ/ὀβρῐμόθῡμος -doughty, indomitable, Oplódoupos/hoplodupus/ὁπλόδουπος/ΟΠΛΟΔΟΥΠΟΣ -clattering in his armor, Oplokharís/hoplochares/ὁπλοχαρής, ΟΠΛΟΧΑΡΗΣ -rejoicing in arms, Oplophóros/hoplophorus/ὁπλοφόρος/ΟΠΛΟΦΟΡΟΣ - he who bears arms, Phrictus/Phriktós/phrictus/φρικτός/ΦΡΙΚΤΟΣ - horrifying, Polæmóklonos/polemoklonus/πολεμόκλονος/ΠΟΛΕΜΟΚΛΟΝΟΣ -he raises the clamor of combat, Polemoklonus/Polæmóklonos, Sceptuchus/ Skiptoukhos/Skiptoukho/sceptuchus/σκηπτοῦχος/ΣΚΗΠΤΟΥΧΟΣ -he who bears a scepter, Teichesipletes/Teikhæsiplítis/Teikhæsiplítis/teichesipletes/τειχεσιπλήτης/ΤΕΙΧΕΣΙΠΛΗΤΗΣ—he who storms the cities in battle, Vrotoktónos/brotoctonus/βροτοκτόνος, ΒΡΟΤΟΚΤΟΝΟΣ -the slayer of men.

Equivalents• Mars (Roman), Onuris-Anhur (Egyptian god), Tiu-Tyr (Germanic god), unnamed war-god (Scythian god).

Courting• unmarried, but courting Aphrodite.

Past lovers/crushes/hookups• Aerope, Agraulos, Harmonia, Otrere, Astyokhe, Demonike or Sterope, Kyrene or Asterie, Astyokhe

Personality• He’s a great father, and a great lover, I talk to a godspouse of his and they talk about how he calmed them and was always there. He’s a great father because I’ve talked to a person who their father is ares and he’s always there for them, he’s also generous.

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman

Curses• Routing armies, Cowardice, Death on the battlefield, Military invasion, Sacking of cities, Rebellion, Uprisings, Sedition

Blessings•Driving armies, Bravery, fighting strength & endurance, Averting war (peace), Repelling invading armies, Maintaining civil order, Crushing rebellions, Restraint violent instinct,

Roots• Thrake, Ancient Greece.

Parentage• Zues and Hera

Siblings• Enyo (twin sister), Eris (sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Athena (half-sister), Hephaestus (brother), Hermes (half-brother), Dionysus (half-brother), Hebe (sister), Heracles (half-brother), Aphrodite (half-sister).

Pet• four fire-breathing horses (Aithon (Red-Fire), Phlogios (Flame), Konabos (Tumult) and Phobos (Fear))

Children •ANTEROS (God of reciprocated love, son of Ares and Aphrodite), DEIMOS (God of fear, a son of Ares and Aphrodite.), ENYALIOS/Enyalius (A war-god son of Ares and Eris), EROS (God of love, a son of Ares and Aphrodite), HARMONIA (Goddess of harmony, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.), NIKE(The goddess of victory, a daughter of Ares), PHOBOS (God of panic, son of Ares and Aphrodite),AEROPOS/Aeropus (son of Ares and Aerope.), ALKIPPE/Alcippe (daughter of Ares and Agraulos), AMAZONES/Amazons (Warrior women of Assyria, daughters of Ares and Harmonia), ANTIOPE(daughter of Ares and Otrere), ASKALAPHOS/Ascalaphus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), DIOMEDES (son of Ares and Kyrene or Asterie), DRYAS (son of Ares), EUENOS/Evenus (son of Ares and Demonike, and sometimes the son of Ares and Sterope), HIPPOLYTE (daughter of Ares and Otrere.),IALMENOS/Ialmenus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), KYKNOS/Cycnus) (son of Ares and Pelopia or Pyrene), LIKYMNIOS/Licymnius (son of Ares most say his father was King Elektryon), LYKASTOS/Lycastus) (son of Ares and Phylonome.), LYKOS/Lycus (son of Ares who used to sacrifice strangers to his father), MELANIPPOS/Melanippus (son of Ares and Triteia.), MELEAGROS/Meleager (son of Ares and Queen Althaia, but most call him a son of King Oineus), MOLOS/Molus (son of Ares and Demonike), NISOS/Nisus (son of Ares, but most accounts say he was a son of the Athenian prince Pandion), OIAGROS/Oeagrus (a son of Ares but some say his father was King Kharops),OINOMAUS/Oenomaus (son of Ares and the Pleaid Sterope or Princess Harpinna), OXYLOS/Oxylus (son of Ares and Protogeneia), PARRHASIOS/Parrhasius(son of Ares and Phylonome.),PARTHENOPAIOS/Parthenopaeus (son of Ares and Atalanta, many say his father was Melanion or Meleagros), PENTHESILEIA (daughter of Ares and Otrere), PHLEGYAS (He was a son of Ares and Dotis or Khryse.), PORTHAON (son of Ares or according to others of Agenor), PYLOS/Pylus (son of Ares and Demonike.), REMUS (son of Ares and Ilia), ROMULUS (son of Ares and Ilia), TEREUS (a son of Ares.), THESTIOS/Thesius (son of Ares and Demonike or Agenor and Epikaste), THRASSA (daughter of Ares and Tereine.), DRAKON ISMENIAN (A monstrous dragon-serpent, it was a son of Ares and the Erinys Telphousia.)

attendees• DEIMOS & PHOBOS (The twin gods of terror and fear), ERIS & ENYO (goddess of strife, hatred and war), KYDOIMOS/Cydoemus (The god of the din of war), NIKE (goddess of victory), OTHER ABSTRACTIONS(spirits described such as Rage, Anger, Threats, Death and Valour)

Appearance in astral or gen• In ancient Greek art, he was depicted as either a mature, bearded warrior armed for battle, or as a nude, beardless youth with a helm and spear.

Festivals • Artemis Agrotera/Kharisteria , and Genesios, maybe.

Day • Tuesday

Scared places• Odrysia in Bistonia, Thrake (his birth-place)

Planet• Mars

Tarot cards• Chariot & Emperor card

Scents/Inscene • Frankensince, Sandalwood incense, resin, burning wood (especially if Himalayan salt in thrown in since it reminds him of blood), and red sandalwood incense

Prayers•

Prayer to Ares for the Safety of a Soldier

Bold-hearted Ares, bright-helmed son of thundering Zeus and noble Hera, well-honored god of war, any battle will you face, any foe will you fight, without fear and without hestitation. Ares, god of warriors, ally of those who risk their lives on the field, to you do soldiers offer their prayers. You know each one’s name, O Ares, you know their lives, you know their worth. Great Ares, I pray to you, watch over ____________ who heeded your call, who practices your art, whose name you know well, for s/he is one of your own who does you honor with each day s/he serves. Ares, I pray to you.

In general

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers the prayers of the despairing, I honor you

For Courage

Ares, fierce-hearted son of Zeus and noble Hera, full-famed you are as god of war. To you do soldiers pray when battle is most heated, when mettle is most needed. To you as well do we turn in desperate times, to you do we call for strength, for the spirit to endure. You understand the terror of struggle and strife, you confront it in every way. Ares, your courage is unquestioned, your might and your prowess unequaled. Ares, friend to those in direst need, I pray to you, grant me the nerve to face what must be faced, grant me the will to do what must be done, grant me the heart to forge ahead.

Links/websites/sources •https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/ares/

https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/624476009567289344/ares-offerings/amphttps://aspisofares.wordpress.com/tag/offerings/https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://scarletarosa.tumblr.com/post/187742800571/ares-greek-god-ofhttps://www.tumblr.com/diana-thyme/722942201197363200/greek-gods-101-ares @enyalios-shrinehttps://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/ares/

BIG HELP TO

https://www.tumblr.com/tarotbee

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, so don’t judge so quick, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here. Please excuse my grammar and everything, I tried my best.

251 notes · View notes

brittle-doughie · 10 months

Note

I’d like to imagine that y/n is involved in all the adventures going on in kingdom, and considering the previous update, I’d like to see y/n casually dropping that they fought a dragon like it’s normal to their new rockstar friends and them getting instantly worried

bonus if y/n brings snapdragon cookies as proof

[Be you, hanging with Black Lemonade and Bassist Cookie one time, jamming to her tunes when she taps your shoulder.]

Black Lemonade: You know, Y/N Cookie, I’ve heard a lot of talk about you and this Cookie Kingdom you’ve got going on.

Bassist Cookie: Aw yeah! Cookies from many of our gigs have brought you up here and there, quite the big deal.

Y/N Cookie: Well, when you’ve been through and been to places as much as I have, you aren’t really easy to be forgotten about in the eyes of many.

Black Lemonade: What exactly did you do for it to be like this?

Y/N Cookie: Oh boy, it’s a LONG story. Where to begin…

———————————————————————————————————————

Y/N Cookie: Where are you taking me!? You just upped and grabbed my arm out of nowhere!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Calm down, I’m just borrowing you for a second! I can tell you’re different from those other cookies? I just need a further analysis on you!

Chili Pepper Cookie: Get back here with Y/N Cookie, you little!

Gingerbrave: You let go of Y/N Cookie right now!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Ugh, so annoying. I’ll give them back when I’m done, promise!

Y/N Cookie: I could just slip away right now…

(Strawberry Crepe Cookie suddenly grabbed you with their large crepe arms!)

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Not happening, I didn’t even get to have some time with you because of these…basics!

Healer Cookie: Hang on tight, Y/N Cookie! We will do our best to rescue you!

Y/N Cookie: Strawberry Crepe, we can talk about this. Just put me down and we can-

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: I needed to run field tests on these arms anyway, I’d rather they stop functioning all together before I hand you over.

Y/N Cookie: WHAT-

———————————————————————————————————————

Clotted Cream Cookie: Are you ready, Y/N Cookie?

Y/N Cookie: I made sure to pack everything I needed, I am missing some clothes, but I can manage without them.

Clotted Cream Cookie: Good, it won’t be a long stay, so there’s no need for worry.

Financier Cookie: The airship is ready to take flight, Consul.

Clotted Cream Cookie: Shall we, Y/N Cookie?

Y/N Cookie: There’s actually one tiny problem left.

Clotted Cream Cookie: Oh! What would that be?

(Y/N Cookie points to their legs, showing that Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry, and Dark Cacao are holding onto them tight.)

Clotted Cream Cookie: I think I see the problem here…

———————————————————————————————————————

Moonlight Cookie: Ah, no more! Your words hurt like the terror of nightmares. Y/N Cookie, stay close to me.

Y/N Cookie: Moonlight Cookie is right, Stardust Cookie! The Wizards meant no malicious intent, you’re not a failure!

Stardust Cookie: You look particularly fond of this cookie, Moonlight Cookie…what is it about them that you cherish? What is it about them that washes away your sorrow…?

(Moonlight moves more in front of you to block Stardust’s line of sight, Stardust’s attention on you has made her on edge.)

Stardust Cookie: Move aside, Moonlight Cookie. I wish to see them, to see what makes you hold them dear.

Moonlight Cookie: N-no, please. It would bring me pain to see them hurt.

Stardust Cookie: I will not bring them harm, I just want to get a look at them closely. Y/N Cookie, was it? Step forth.

Moonlight Cookie: They do not wish to, please understand-

Stardust Cookie: Allow them to make their own decision, you cannot speak for them.

Y/N Cookie: Leave her be, I’ll do it.

(Moonlight clutched you close in her arms)

Moonlight Cookie: Y/N Cookie..no….

———————————————————————————————————————

Hollyberry Cookie: There they are!

Tarte Tatin Cookie: Y/N Cookie!

(There, sheltering in the cave, was you. You held your stomach as jam was stained on your head as you held it. Your sword laid next to you, claw marks littering the blade. Your breathing was heavy. Hollyberry was FREAKING OUT.)

Hollyberry Cookie: Y/N Cookie please! It’s alright, I’ve got you. Tell me you aren’t hurt badly!

Y/N Cookie: Still breathing and-WHOA! Hey, come on now, Holly! I can’t exactly do that now that you’re squeezing me tightly again!

Hollyberry Cookie: Haha! It’s just that I’m really happy to see you alive! You had no idea how horrified I was when the Red Dragon carried you away! Pitaya Dr-Pitaya Cookie is still fuming from that!

Pitaya Cookie: Your dough! It’s all scratched up! Grrr, that imposter will pay for this….

Tarte Tatin Cookie: You are incredibly lucky to have escape the dragon’s grasp…

Snapdragon: (worried babbling as they went to your side)

Royal Margarine: What do we do know? The Red Dragon will surely come back!

Y/N Cookie: I can still fight, we can still make it to-ARGH!

Hollyberry Cookie: I can’t let that happen, Y/N Cookie. I can carry you the rest of the way, but you’re not drawing your blade again.

Y/N Cookie: Don’t worry about me, the others are hurt too..

Tarte Tatin: Eeugh! I’ll be alright, Y/N Cookie.

Y/N Cookie: Liar…

———————————————————————————————————————

Black Lemonade: ….

Bassist Cookie: Woah….gnarly.

Black Lemonade: Are..are you being serious, Y/N Cookie? A dragon? You fought a dragon?! Are you alright?!

Bassist Cookie: Yeah, are you all good, man? No lasting injuries or…

Y/N Cookie: Outside of burnt dough, several broken ribs, head injuries, and multiple therapy sessions, I’d say I got out of that situation pretty fine.

Black Lemonade: With what you’ve told me, you really are quite a big deal at your place. I’m..actually kind of flattered now since you’re a fan of mine.

Y/N Cookie: Oh yeah, totally. I’m hoping to make Snapdragon Cookie one too.

Black Lemonade/Bassist Cookie: Snapdragon Cookie?

(Cue Snapdragon Cookie suddenly popping out from behind you)

Snapdragon Cookie: Kyaaha!

Black Lemonade/Bassist Cookie: WHAAAAAAAAT?!

Snapdragon Cookie: Buubuu!

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #black lemonade cookie

462 notes · View notes

hugemilkshake · 1 month

Note

You write the Dragons so good and oh my gosh snapdragon is one of the cutest little cinnamon roll 😍

Can I please request The Dragons reacting to Reader giving there attention, kisses, hugs and cuddles to Snapdragon trying not to get jealous???(And Ofcourse they won't admit there jealousy because they have pride and all)

Enjoy the milkshake! I remember I didn’t play cookie run for a while and when I got back on I remember getting snap dragon and just saying “that’s a baby… THATS A BABY-“ so yeah it was a tiny shock

Jealous much?

-platonic or romantic-

Pitaya Dragon

Pitaya Dragon is constantly getting jealous of Snap Dragon.

And when that happens Pitaya Dragon always gets a little more… needy? Desperate? Aggressive?

Well Pitaya keeps challenging you AND Snap Dragon to a fight. But mainly you

If you agree, Pitaya doesn’t actually fight you. They just tackle hug you and claim they’ve won.

Now just let the dragon hug you, they have an absolute death grip so you won’t be able to break free.

Pitaya just wants you to pay a little more attention to them.

Ananas Dragon

Now Ananas Dragon decided to visit Pitaya Dragon for ONCE

Ananas decided to bring you along for the fun of it

Ananas and you met Snap Dragon and you immediately adored the young dragon

Now Ananas can get pretty jealous towards… well… everyone

But Ananas has standards, they’re not going to yell at the young dragon.

So they started to boast about how much cookies used to worship them

They wanted you to be impressed by them

So just… please give Ananas some praise..

Lotus Dragon

Lotus decided to introduce Pond Dino and Snap Dragon to each other

The two became friends pretty quickly which is fine

But… when the two dragged you with them The Blue Dragon got a bit jealous

But instead of trying to get your attention they offered you to drink some tea with them so you could get a break from the two

Lotus knew how to divert your attention so the you two can spend time together

Lychee Dragon

Lychee Dragon was forced to meet Snap Dragon

Lychee already didn’t like Snap Dragon but when Snap Dragon was able to take your attention away from them? Now Lychee really didn’t like Snap Dragon

Like did you think Snap Dragon was cuter than then???

Well two can play it that way

Lychee will shift into their Mangosteen Cookie form and try to charm you away from Snap Dragon

If that doesn’t work it goes to snarky comments

And if that doesn’t work then they’ll pout

Please don’t ignore them..

Longan Dragon

The only reason why Longan Dragon allowed Snap Dragon to step foot into the Longan Palace is to study the young dragon

But when you start to not notice Longan and focus more on Snap Dragon

All Longan will do is give loud sighs and hope you stop talking to the young dragon

Snap Dragon

Snap Dragon is so smug when one of the older dragons get jealous of them

They enjoy stealing your attention away from the other dragons

They might have to tone it down when Pitaya is around though

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #pitaya dragon cookie #lotus dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie #lychee dragon cookie #longan dragon cookie

95 notes · View notes

zoe-oneesama · 2 years

Text

Kwami Swap Master Post

Marinette:

Cat: Maotif (Lady Noire Variant), Original Design Fox: Huli Rouge Turtle: Bi Xi Bee: Marigold (original post), Marigold redesign, Marigold Chinese, first sighting Butterfly: Mariposa Peacock: Plumette, Belle Blue, Belle Blue with Chloe Snake: Serpentine Dragon: Snapdragon Horse: Yili Monkey: Surili Rabbit: Lucky Rabbit Mouse: Multimouse redesign, chibi Pig: Piglette Tiger: Báihŭ

Adrien:

Ladybug: Original Design Fox: Malin Rouge Turtle: Michelangelo Bee: Buzzy Bee Butterfly: Ombre Snake: Aspik Redesign Dragon: Dracon Pig: Hogwash

Alya:

Ladybug: Ladybird, Heroes Day, first sighting Turtle: Koki Marina, hair options, first sighting Bee: Myèl Jaune, first version

Nino:

Cat: Cat Scratch Fox: Fox Trot, first sighting

Chloe:

Ladybug: Scarlet Lady, Heroes Day, first sighting Cat: Chartreux Butterfly: Monarch Peacock: Blue Blood Rabbit: Satine Random Sketches

Lila:

Ladybug: Harlequin Coccibella and Bella Stella, Bella Stella, Harlequin Fox: Good Fox Volpina Bee: Miele and Regina Butterfly: Farfalla Rabbit: Leprotta Good and Evil Mouse: Multi Topi Rooster: Fenice Pig: Good and Evil (unnamed) Dog: Cucciola Ox: Dominataur Goat: Caprascuro

Sabrina:

Cat: Bob Cat Fox: Kit Bee: Andrena, first sighting Peacock: Mystique Mouse: Comousiner Rooster: Favorelle Dog: Miss Hound redesign, Original Design Phalène Ox: Blue Belle Goat: Chevron

Luka:

Cat: Cat Sith Fox: Zorro Turtle: Heavy Metal Bee: Aristaeus Snake: Viperion Redesign Rabbit: Hoppollo

Kagami:

Ladybug: Lady Tentou Cat: Kuro Neko, first sighting Fox: Kitsune, many chibis Turtle: Kame Verte, many chibis Bee: Mistubachi, first version, many chibis Dragon: Ryuko redesign, first version, many chibis

Mylene:

Ladybug: Lady Beetle Mouse: Polymouse Redesign, Original Design Sourette Rooster: Gold Wing Dog: Ultimutt Ox: Buckaroo Goat: Brebisou

Ivan:

Cat: Wild Cat Bee: Killer Bee Mouse: Rat Trap Rooster: Spring Chicken Dog: Bull Terror Ox: Minotaurox Redesign Goat: Battering Ram

Nathaniel:

Cat: Picatso Fox: (currently nameless) Mouse: Microdent Rooster: Caladrius Dog: Painted Dog Ox: Battle Bison Goat: Caprikid Redesign

Rose:

Ladybug: Dotted Lady Fox: Foxy Bee: Bumble Bee, first sighting Rabbit: Bun Bun Pig: Original Design Miss Piggy Tiger: Unnamed

Juleka:

Cat: Panthera Noir Bee: Yellow Swarm Peacock: Sweet Pea Pig: Unnamed Tiger: Purple Tigress Resign, Chibi, Original Design Tigresse

Max:

Ladybug: Spotted Guard Bee: Yellow Guard Horse: Pegasus redesign

Kim:

Cat: Hell Cat Bee: Roi Abeille

Alix:

Ladybug: Beetle Bug

Gabriel:

Cat: Black Plague

Nathalie:

Fox: Jackal

Jagged Stone:

Bee: Sting

Aurore:

Fox: many chibis Turtle: Shellegant, many chibis Bee: Miss Sting, many chibis Dragon: Pleut Blue, many chibis Rabbit: Lapin Royal

Ondine:

Turtle: Tortue Marina

Marc:

Mouse: Tiny Mouse Rooster: Rooster Bold Redesign Dog: Furmidable Ox: Oxenfree Goat: Goat Gruff

Zoé:

Ladybug: Coccecilia Cat: Dandy Lion Fox: Fox Glove Turtle: Shellonia Butterfly: Gladiolus Peacock: Poinciana Snake: Hydra Gea Dragon: Drakanthus Horse: Peony Trail Monkey: Simia Rabbit: Cotton Tail Mouse: Rodendron Rooster: Chick Pea Pig: Pigsqueek Tiger: (unnamed) Dog: (unnamed) Ox: Moobloom Goat: Fauna

Emilie:

Butterfly: Unnamed

Very Old Season 1 Kwami Swaps Compiled for Marinette, Adrien, Nino, Alya, Chloe, and Lila

#kwami swap #kwami swap master post #my art

2K notes · View notes

storiesbyrhi · 2 months

Text

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: To build a home. 2888 words.

1986

When the temperature dropped and a near-constant fog hung low over Hawkins, you were glad, being more of a winter witch than summer. You stood on the peak of a hillside and looked over the vast plains surrounding the town. The mist made everything look ghostly and romantic.

The land had been returned to the descendants of the original Native American peoples who once lived there, but with no immediate plans to reoccupy the space, your new coven had been granted permission to make home on the condition you would oversee its protection.

For the moment, you were alone on the hill. Eddie was hiding from solar rays in the trailer, listening to the radio and writing in a journal he had recently started.

There was a lot to do before your sisters arrived and you wanted it all done by then. You wanted everything to be perfect. The first dwelling of a new coven would set the tone for centuries to come. It was time to build.

The advantages of being magically blessed were many, but you’d always thought enchanted seeds had to be right up there in the top ten. You’d had seven seeds soaking in seven jars over the past seven days.

You’d lined them up and filled them to halfway with moon water. In went a seed each, apple slices, and petals. In Ash’s jar went dahlia petals, while Hailey’s had peonies. Purple mums for Meg. Foxglove for Ev. Mel’s had snapdragons and lucky last, Kelsey’s was filled with delphinium.

Now, you’d fished each seed out and planted it where their cabins, cottages, and homes were to be.

“I plant these seeds,

Where homes will grow,

By moonlight

And good intentions.

In this time,

And in this place,

A coven new

Offers protection.”

You laid on the grass in the shade of an old sycamore tree. Closing your eyes, you let yourself melt into the natural world. Bones became tree roots. Blood swapped for mud. Total harmony. Infinite peace.

The air grew cooler and the shade expanded outwards. Darkness enveloped you and your body slowed as if you were in your final resting place. That’s how he found you; not asleep but not awake.

Eddie surveyed your work. The seeds had already sprouted, grew, and bloomed. Magical in their speed. He picked one of the snapdragon flowers and squeezed the base, like you’d shown him. It opened the flower’s mouth, a tiny floral puppet. Eddie smiled to himself.

You felt their heartbeats before you saw Eddie. Sitting up, you watched the deer and her fawn meander in from the forest. She’d looked at you, poised in question. What is he? Is he safe? Given a witch’s blessing, she let her baby approach Eddie.

He too had heard their heartbeats. Eddie had remained where he was, mindful not to scare them. When the fawn appeared at his feet, he slowly opened his hand to the animal and let it eat the snapdragon from his palm.

“You would know if it was poison, right?” he asked in a quiet voice. The fawn looked up at him, long eyelashes and soft whiskers.

Eddie turned to find you standing close behind him. You were getting very good at sneaking up on him.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Making friends?”

Eddie nodded.

“Feeding my flowers to them?”

There was an overwhelming feeling that the moment was beautifully preordained – and really, knowing fate, it probably was.

Eddie turned back to the flowers. “I thought you said they would grow into homes?”

“They will. They just need some time alone with the moon… Shall we?” You held your hand out to Eddie.

…

While you appreciated Walmart’s late night hours, their range of Halloween costumes was less than ideal. You stared at the row of wigs for a while before drifting away in search of decorations. October was a good time to find homewares you’d use all year round.

You were shaking a snow globe filled with little black bats when Eddie appeared in front of you, holding up a vampire costume. “It comes with plastic teeth,” he pointed out. “And a cape,”

You snorted. “Is that your pick? Because generic vampire would be very meta of you.”

He smiled but shook his head. “I don’t think this would put the humans at ease,”

“Probably not. So… something more friendly?”

“Yes. More… normal,” he said in a way that made ‘normal’ sound taboo. Eddie’s gaze wandered from you over to the back corner of the store. He handed you the vampire costume then walked away without further explanation.

You frowned, watching him go. Looking down at the costume in your hands, an idea sprung to mind. The red cape. You returned to the wigs.

A little later, Eddie was waiting for you when you came out of the fitting room with a white dress. You glanced at the jeans and long-sleeved blue polo top he was holding.

“I need a cat,” he told you seriously. “The children in the toy aisle are…”

“You’re afraid of them?”

“No. I’m afraid I’ll eat them. Come. Restrain me if you must,” he announced dramatically, loudly. The Walmart employee at the fitting room door gave you a concerned look as Eddie grabbed your hand and dragged you away.

Both your endeavours were successful; Eddie found the necessary prop in the plush toy bin, and you raided the craft section. With a few other odds and ends in the basket, you were ready to head home, arriving at Forest Hills just before midnight.

Eddie carried the shopping inside, leaving you to unpack and get started on your project while he brewed tea for you. He had been practicing with flavour combinations and brewing times, constantly requesting feedback since he himself could not drink the tea without immediately throwing it back up. The best he could do was let it linger on his tongue and capture the taste in the few seconds before his dead mouth killed it.

“You should sleep soon,” he insisted, albeit softly.

You took the mug of tea he held out and smiled at him. “I will. I just want to organise this stuff,”

“Why are you making it? Could you not cast some sort of illusion spell? Or magically will all the pieces into the shapes you want?”

“I could. But where’s the Halloween spirit in that?”

Eddie nodded and began to go through his costume pieces. “Could you possibly spare a spell for a pair of my boots? They need to be brown, I believe,”

“Didn’t want to just buy some brown boots?”

His frown was bordering on pout. “I’d never wear them again.”

You laughed. Eddie had been developing his own sense of style. If style was beat-up combat boots and a ratty denim jacket he probably stole from someone in the city. Consistently though, he wore a lot of black.

“I’ll work on it,” you agreed with a nod.

An hour later, when you kept pausing mid-sentence to yawn, Eddie whisked you off to bed, tucking you in and wishing you sweet dreams.

“You going to sleep too?” you asked, meaning ‘do you need the bat spell?’

“No, my love. I’m hungry,”

“Walmart kids wet your appetite?”

He chuckled, always amused when you made dark jokes. He kissed your forehead and watched you fall asleep, then left Hawkins in search of violence.

…

The next day, Eddie waited for the last of the light to leave the porch before he stirred. He’d spent hours curled up in one of the many nests you’d built for him around the trailer. The nest on the porch was as soft as his fur and perfectly positioned so he could sleep in the sun all day.

When night fell, cool and calm, he flew inside and found you in the bath. You said the words with your eyes closed, letting a human-shaped Eddie settle on the tiles.

“You’ve been gone for hours,”

“I was just outside. These may be the last fine days we see this year,”

“My baby sunshine bat,” you cooed with a smile, waking yourself up to look at him.

You had woken that morning to Eddie curled around you, satiated and happy. He asked to be battified, then disappeared outside. You’d spent the day working on your costume.

Eddie rested his chin on the edge of the bath, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body. “I miss you when I’m not near you,” he said suddenly.

“I thought you were just outside,”

“I was. Even then. Even sleeping. It’s too far.”

You held a hand up for him to take. Tangled fingers. A warm pulse against cold skin.

“Maybe we should stitch our bodies together,” you whispered.

Eddie’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “I could just bite down and never let you go,”

“I could cut you up into itty bitty pieces and consume you entirely,”

“You’re starting something you cannot finish,” Eddie warned, his eyes growing dark. He untangled one of your fingers and held it between his teeth.

“I’d let you eat me whole.”

Eddie dropped your hand abruptly, pulled you from the lukewarm bathwater, and had you wrapped around him like a koala before you even registered movement.

“I will reach my hand into my throat and tear down until I find what is left of my unbeating heart. I will serve it to you and you will feast and we will become one.” His voice was earnest and emphatic.

Teeth clenched, you smashed your forehead to his and pulled hard on his hair. Maybe you said what you needed him to do out loud, maybe he read your mind. Either way, you were facedown on a mattress within a second, Eddie’s teeth and tongue scraping and licking up the backs of your legs.

“I…” he started.

“Want…”

Words separated by kisses.

“To…”

By bites.

“Eat…”

Like a recited spell.

“All…”

Well timed magic.

“The…”

He was at your hips.

“Love…”

Pushing beneath you.

“Out of you.”

…

Little witch…

His voice was in your head.

In your dreams.

Then, real.

“Little witch, my love? You wanted to check on your flower houses before the night is through,” Eddie said. He was right. That had been the plan. But the sun had set, he’d taken you to bed, and you’d lost hours with him. When did you fall asleep?

Slowly, you crawled from bed and checked the time. Midnight had only just left you. Heavy, sluggish movements. Weighed down by an unscheduled nap. You flopped back onto the bed.

“Do you need help?” Eddie asked as he came to stand in front of you.

Pouting, you nodded.

You watched him collect fresh clothes, ruminating over what he wanted to see you in. Eddie pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed, hooking underwear on and sliding them up. Still foggy with sleep, you felt like you were still rolling through a dreamscape. Eddie worked slowly. Sensually. With tenderness. It almost brought you to tears.

With your shoes laced up, there was no reason left to delay. You twinkled your fingers at Eddie, asking to be lifted off the bed. He acquiesced, leading you out of the bedroom and through the trailer.

On the car ride to the new coven, with your Moody Midnight mix tape playing loud, you watched Eddie out of the corner of your eye. He wound down the window and glided his hand through the fall wind.

As the flowerbeds came into view, Eddie’s mouth dropped open and an expression of pure delight lit up his face. He was out of the car before you cut the engine.

The seedlings had gone. In their places, beautiful buildings set apart from each other with enough space to grow gardens and vegetable patches, yet close enough to wave through windows.

Kelsey’s cottage was the first on the street, a warm welcome with shutters the shade of delphinium blue. It seemed small, unassuming, but you knew as soon as she moved in, she would charm it so it grew bigger and bigger on the inside, never changing on the outside. Eventually, as the coven embraced new members, Kelsey would take on housemates, her little cabin becoming the heart of the sisterhood.

Across from the cottage were Ash and Hailey’s cute tiny homes, their dahlia and peonies growing strong out front already. Down the way sat Ev’s Victorian style house. It was grand and gothic, and undoubtedly filled with secret nooks and spaces that Ev would hide all sorts of weird things in. Both Meg and Mel had dwellings on the far side of the field. Meg’s thatched roof a bright purple, and Mel’s garden already sprouting with plants she could feed her turtle.

“This is… It feels…” Eddie didn’t know what to say. Truthfully, he couldn’t believe this type of magic was allowed. It seemed too immense, too obvious.

“I know,” you told him. “We don’t always build like this. But I want them to feel at home, you know? I want this all to feel… right.”

Eddie nodded, finally stopping his awestruck pacing, and focussing on you. “They will love it,” he assured you. “I love it… It’s…” Still, not a single adjective would form. He looked over the buildings again. “Wait… There is not… You have not grown a home for yourself?”

“For us,” you corrected.

“For us… Please don’t tell me you intend on dragging that trailer across town?” Eddie joked. Half joked. There was clear apprehension in his tone. A little fear in his eyes.

You laughed. “No. I don’t intend on doing that… It’s just, you know, we haven’t talked about what kind of home we want.”

He couldn’t maintain eye contact, turned back to the houses, watching them as if they were going to continue to grow. They wouldn’t, of course. Not with an audience.

You let Eddie ponder while you walked the perimeter of the field. The land the coven would care for extended far beyond the little neighbourhood you’d grown from petals, but the air was already crackling with magic. Out in the forest over the hill, a family of red foxes were jumping and playing. Bats swooped through the sky and fireflies carved patterns through the dark.

Eddie sat on the doorstep of Ev’s Victorian. He listened to your heartbeat. How, when other living things came close to you, their breathing synced to yours. Leaves twisted in your direction like you were the sun. The center of everything. Definitely his.

You were almost out of his eyeline, crouched down scratching the belly of a fox cub, when you went still. For a moment Eddie thought you’d sensed or seen danger, but quickly you were up and turned to him. “You do want a home, right?”

In an instant, he was in front of you, the breadth of the field nothing to him. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because. Like I said. We’ve never talked about it.”

Eddie’s brows pulled together and his expression so sharp it could have been mistaken as anger, rather than the abject confusion it was. “Everything I have ever said has been about you. Loving you. Getting this far,”

“Yes. Yeah. But logistically… Vampires are nomadic. And all the time taken from you. You don’t want to see how the world has changed?”

The foxes had gone, unnerved by the thing that wasn’t human or witch. The breeze had settled, the trees providing a windbreak. Eddie saw through your line of questioning, tracing it back to the niggle of anxious thought settling in your brain. His face softened, then the beginning of his trademark smirk.

Eddie threw himself onto his knees at your feet, twisting his hands in the layers of your long, black skirt. “I am bound to you. Where you are, is where I am.”

You couldn’t help but grin. His dramatics wouldn’t distract you though. Dropping to your knees you looked at him seriously. He laughed.

“Eddie. You have been trapped in Hawkins for a hundred years. I’m not going to be the next witch to keep you here,”

“You want to know what I desire, in the deep, dark, catacombs of my soul?”

It was rhetorical, but you nodded.

“What do you picture me having done between 1586 and… well, you? 250 years of stillness? No, my love. I have seen the world. I know what is out there. It may have changed, but it will change again and again. I don’t want the world. I want you. I want to know you when you’re happy. I want to see you build this coven. Grow plants. Heal human ailment and cast witch magic…” Eddie tipped his head to the side a little, cocky as ever. “Logistically we should consider blackout blinds and room for books, not international travel.”

You wore that glazed-over look, drunk on the articulation of Eddie’s love. “You want a library?” you asked, voice coming out in a dumb whisper. Eddie nodded. “Me too. Maybe two… One for fiction and one for non-fiction,”

“Maybe three. Fiction. Non-fiction. Then, one for grimoires and other craft books.”

The foxes watched on from burrow doors. They still didn’t know what he was, but as long as he was with you, they’d leave him be.

End Note: Thank you to @jo-harrington for, well, the cannibalism.

There is a short playlist linked in this, little witch's Moody Midnight mix tape. I hope you like it.

There are a lot of people on the tag list that I have no idea if they read this story anymore. Feedback and love are deeply appreciated. xo Rhi

P.S. I hope you love your witchy homes @vintagehellfire @courtingchaos @pastel-pillows @ghost-proofbaby @kookygranger @toomanyacorns

Fic Taglist: @paranoidmunson @idkidknemore @paprikaquinn @stardustworlds @loz-brooke @wyverntatty @vintagehellfire @dark-academia-slut @scarletwitchwhore @becks1002 @mrsdollardog @heyndrix @luceneraium @rosaline-black @devilinthepalemoonlite @goldencherriess @iamwhisperingstars @wiltedwonderland @blueywrites @breezybeesposts @jadehowlettthewolf @spikesvamp79 @foreveranexpatsposts @tortoiseshellspells @wingedpeachjudgegiant @stardustmunson @live-love-be-unique @fangirling-4-ever @reanimated-alice @b-irock @gh0stlybunnie @myown-worstenemy-2003 @woozzz @cyberxlust @hiscrimsonangel @buckysbarne @m00nlight101 @word-wytch @spicysix @briasnow-blog @goth-cowgirl-03

All Eddie Taglist: @solomons-finest-rum @ruinedbythehobbit @sweetpeapod @thorfemmes @corrodedhawkins @grungegrrrl @lilzabob @averagemisfit03 @ches-86 @ilovecupcakesandtea @onehotgreasymechanic @hazydespair @mel-the-fangirl @eddies-hid3out @siren-lungs @aheadfullofsteverogers @hiscrimsonangel @dashingdeb16 @cultish-corner

#Mine #Burning Yarrow #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson/You #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x You #Vampire!Eddie Munson #Bat!Eddie Munson #Witch!Reader #Eddie Munson x Witch!Reader

94 notes · View notes

justauthoring · 4 months

Text

the bond - chapter fifteen.

*bond: a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences.

word count: 5958

based off of: 3x11, 3x12, 3x13 & 3x14

a/n: GUESS WHATS BACK

tag list: @ernyaeger - @luvelyxp - @urfictional - @decaffeinatedtealover - @ange-lica-3 - @midzuumi - @leiriswhore - @urfictional - @frasheliza - @echothy - @usernamehere91 - @happygirl5798 - @dwarfnip - @hegdus - @cheoriemoawa - @snapdragon-atelier - @fckwritersblock let me know if you’d like to be added!

“U-Um, hello!”

You pause at the feeling of a tug against your skirt, eyes slowly flickering downwards only to see a wide pair of innocent eyes staring back at you. Instantly, a smile curls on your lips as you crouch so you’re more at the child’s height, tilting your head curiously.

“Yes?” You ask, voice soft as you peer down at him.

The boy fidgets for a moment, hands behind his back, body twisting before suddenly there’s something shoved in your face. You blink, head jerking back slightly at the sudden intrusion, before your eyes focus on what’s being offered to you – it’s a flower. A single flower that the boy had obviously plucked from the ground himself; it’s white and in full bloom and it isn’t very often that you see flowers anymore and you feel your heart warm when you realize that this boy had gone out of his way to pluck this and give it to you.

Raising your hand, you slowly take the flower from in between his tiny little fingers, your smile brightening with warmth. “Thank you so much, Louis,” you whisper, reaching forward to ruffle his hair.

His cheeks warm in response and he giggles at the action, half-heartedly swatting your hands away as he grins ear to ear.

“I saw it and thought of you,” he explains when you pull your hand away and the comment makes your heart melt.

“That’s so sweet, Louis,” you grin, poking at his sides lightly while holding the flower in your other hand safely, not wanting to crush it.

His lips part to say something, but before he can, another voice cuts in;

“Hey, kid,” Jean calls, pulling your eyes on him in surprise, not having heard him walk up. Your eyes drift past him to where he’d been before with Armin and Eren, seeing the other two walking with Historia, carrying some supplies you all were gathering for the orphanage Historia had set up.

“Historia needs you for something.”

You know instantly it’s a lie but Louis, oblivious in his naivety, simply smiles up at Jean, nodding quickly and moving to run off, but not without sending you one last nervous, bashful smile. You wave at him as he runs off, slowly pushing yourself to a stand, dusting off the imaginary dirt on your skirt as you turn to grin up at Jean who’s made his way over to you, taking the now vacant spot in front of you.

“Were you jealous?” You grin up at him, eyes wide with mischief.

Cheeks warming, Jean looks to the side; “of course not. He’s just a kid.”

“Well, he’s quite sweet,” you comment, holding up the flower the boy had given you with a bright grin, watching Jean carefully. His eyes slowly flicker to the flower, a heavy pout present on his lips as he glowers down at the inanimate object. “Look at the beautiful flower he gave me. Said he picked it specifically for me.”

Jean stares at it for a moment before he lowers the crate in his hands, plucking the flower from your fingers in one-swell movement. For a moment, you panic, not wanting the flower to be crushed, but Jean is careful with it as he slowly uses his free hand to brush back a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear and then proceeding to thread the stem of the flower behind your ear as well, so that’s tucked nicely and resting against your forehead. Your cheeks warm instantly, heat running through you as you stare blankly up at Jean and he simply grins down at you.

It takes you a moment, before your lips part, and slowly reach to touch the flower, meeting Jean’s eyes; “Jean!” You hiss lightly, shaking your head at him, but not removing the flower either.

He just chuckles, “it compliments your eyes,” he smiles.

You blink, before sputtering, eyes zipping around you; “someone could see!”

Jean snorts; “as if they don’t know already.”

Pouting, you glance at your feet, hugging the shawl around your shoulders tighter; “still…”

Stepping towards you, Jean shakes his head; “why do you still get so embarrassed?”

Cheeks burning, you glance up at him; “stop teasing me.”

“It’s a genuine question.”

You just huff, moving to step past him, leaning down to grab the crate you’d been about to bring inside before Louis had called for you. Before you can however, Jean quickly cuts in, taking it from your hands. You watch him with parted lips as he takes your crate, stacking it on top of his own, bending down to pick the both of them up.

“I’m capable of carrying a crate, you know,” you comment as you fall into step next to him.

He shrugs nonchalantly; “I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t help the smile that curls onto your lips despite yourself, letting your eyes wander as the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. You watch the kids as they run around, not a care in the world, giggling and playing around with one another, unable to stop how happy it makes you feel.

“What’s got you so happy?”

Blinking, you turn to Jean, seeing his eyes already on you.

“This is so wonderful,” you say simply, “what Historia is doing for these kids. I mean, look how happy they are.”

Jean doesn’t respond right away, and after a moment of silence, you turn to face him. He’s still just staring back at you.

“What?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“Nothing,” he brushes off, “it’s just… you’re so good with them.”

“The kids?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“I love them,” you explain, “I always have. I always wanted a little brother or sister when I was younger but it was just my mom and I so…” Letting your eyes wander around, you try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that twists in your chest at the thought of your mom and how alone she’d been… you try not to think about Kenny.

But of course, despite how hard you try, he still comes to mind.

“Have you told anyone?” Jean asks softly, gesturing towards your friends ahead of you. You marvel at the way he’s able to just know, not having to ask or clarify. It warms your heart in a way you hadn’t thought possible, finding it sweet how well Jean seems to understand.

“I told Mikasa,” you nod, “mainly because she’s an Ackerman too… but she didn't really know anything either. Still, it was nice to tell someone.”

“And the rest?”

You frown, glancing at your feet.

“You know they won’t judge you, right?”

Swallowing thickly, you sigh; “but what if–”

“What if nothing,” Jean cuts in before you can finish, pulling your eyes on him with a blink. “They would never think any less of you if they knew Kenny was your father. They know who you are.”

Staring back at him, your lips part.

Jean just nods at you; “I promise.”

“I-I… I’ll tell them soon,” you whisper, “maybe… maybe tonight?”

Jean smiles, “good idea.”

“We can win! We can beat ‘em! With the new weapons, the Titans will crumble like paper!”

Taking another spoonful of your soup, you raise a brow at Marlo who’s sat across from you.

“You’re so damn worked up,” Jean grumbles, sitting beside you, “only you would be happy about becoming a Scout.”

“That’s right,” Sasha nods, turning to Marlo, “didn’t Hitch try to stop you from joining?”

“Hitch?” Marlo raises a brow, “why would she?”

Almost instantly, you recognise the shit-eating grins on both Connie and Sasha’s faces.

Poor Marlo…

“Why?” Sasha laughs, “‘cus you two are… you know?”

They both laugh like two kids.

“I don’t follow, but…” Marlo, ever so oblivious, simply shrugs. “Hitch told me off, saying I wasn’t cut out for it and not to act cool. That if I stayed in the Military Police, I could coast along in life. I thought she was better than that… Told her I was wrong about her.”

“You shit,” Jean curses, shaking his head.

“Huh?”

“Marlo,” Armin calls, “are you stupid?”

“He’s a bow cut imbecile,” Sasha glares.

“Marlo,” you call, pulling his eyes on you. “Hitch was, you know…” And you trail off, not sure how to tell him exactly. Was he really that oblivious?

But then you remember the guy sat next to you, and you think he could be.

Seemed most boys were.

“You idiot,” you huff, pressing a hand against your forehead.

“Why?” Eren questions, turning to you in genuine confusion. “Marlo said nothing wrong.”

“Figures you’d say that…” You huff, shaking your head as your eyes briefly glance in Mikasa's direction before turning back to Eren. “You’re just as much of an idiot as he is when it comes to girls.”

Eren’s eyes widen, lips parting to argue, but Jean cuts in before he can, turning back to Marlo. “Anyways, the only ones as worked up as you are the recruits with zero battle experience.” you nod to Jean’s words – he’s right.

“Whoa, whoa…”

Pausing, you frown at the familiar voice.

“Think you’re some veteran hero now?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you glare at Floch.

“Compared to you,” Jean says simply, “I am.”

But as usual, Flock doesn’t let that go, moving to stand up with two others trailing behind him as he moves to stand at the edge of your table, directly beside you. “How rude,” Floch grins, setting his hand on his hip. “Weren’t we in the one-oh-fourth together? Besides, we’re not the only ones. Everyone in the walls is pumped up about the idea of retaking Wall Maria.”

Everyone at the table stares back at him blankly.

“Is that so?”

Floch blinks, “still… you all do seem different now. It’s your faces, I guess…”

You huff when his eyes fall on you.

“Even you, Y/N… you look at me differently,” he frowns, “what happened?”

You just glance back at him; “you wanna know?”

“N-No…” He stammers, losing his edge, “I think… I think I’ll ask later.”

He walks off then, and slowly, the mood lessens as him and his friends leave. You freeze when you feel a pair of eyes on you, noticing Jean look at you. Clearly, he wants you to speak up about your father now…

You quirk a brow at him, as if to ask; now?

And he just stares back. Now.

Swallowing thickly, you ignore the nerves that burst through you, moving to clasp your hands tightly beneath the table, feeling your palms grow slightly wet with sweat. Your eyes flicker across the table, before seeing Jean’s reassuring gaze, and you force yourself to speak; “I-I–”

“I’m outta here,” Connie calls before you can finish, your wide eyes falling on him. It seems he hadn’t heard you... “See you later.”

Sasha turns to him, “eh? So soon?”

He stands up, “Tomorrow's a prep day, so I’m heading to my village in the morning.” Then, grabbing his plate, he moves to walk off. “Might find out something new there. Goodnight.”

You don’t argue or try to pull him back – this was his mom and you didn’t want to bombard him with something new… especially if it revolved around your own parents. You knew how much his mom meant to him and how often he visited his village in hopes that he might discover something new… discover something that might bright his mom back.

He never did though.

And it felt like he never will.

Sasha waits until he’s fully gone before speaking up; “turning Connie’s mom back to normal… isn’t impossible, right?”

You swallow thickly.

“Yeah…” Armin mumbles, “if our understanding of Titans keeps improving, someday…”

Silence falls over the table.

“A nightmare, huh?”

Blinking, you turn to Eren confused.

“Eh?”

“With all that’s happened,” Eren mumbles, voice soft as he moves to explain. “It’s been so vague… But who exactly are we fighting against?” Biting your lip, you frown at his words, thinking of Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie. “That is, are Titans just… people being tormented by some nightmare? For a time, I was… one of those Titans–”

“Eren!” Mikasa suddenly cuts in, voice sharp.

Eren gasps in response, blinking out of his thoughts as he looks at Mikasa across from him.

“You still have bread and soup left,” is all she says. “Save talking for after you’ve eaten.”

Face easing, Eren glances at his bowl; “right. Sorry, Mikasa.”

“For crying out loud, Eren,” Jean pipes up, sending the boy a mirthless glare. “I swear that’s all you do lately… mumbling shit to yourself.”

Frowning, you grab Jean’s arm, hissing his name.

He just shakes his head to you, softening his expression as he turns back to Eren; “when you should be trying to remember that one guy. You saw, right? In the cavern when those memories came back… That guy in the Scouts who you think met your dad.”

“Yeah,” Eren nods, “that day, I’m pretty sure he was with my dad.” Taking a drink, Eren slams his cup back down on the table. “He’s gotta know something. The thing is, though, I feel like I’ve met the guy somewhere.”

“You mean not Dr. Jaeger, but you, yourself?” Armin clarifies.

Pressing a hand to his forehead, Eren nods; “I think so…”

“I mean,” you mumble, meeting at Eren’s. “It’s possible.”

Sasha leans forward at that; “smack your head and see if you remember.”

“That’s right, twerp,” Jean is quick to agree. “You might remember if you stopped holding hands with Historia for once. Get a head-butt from the commandant.”

Narrowing his eyes, Eren turns to Jean; “if that helped me remember, I’d–”

But he cuts himself off before he finishes, lips parting as his eyes widen almost in recollection. You frown in response, leaning past Jean’s shoulder to glance at him as he stares off into space for a moment before suddenly standing, slamming his hands on the table so abruptly it causes a bit of your own soup to slosh out of the bowl.

Jerking your head back, you glance up at him.

“The Cadet Corps commandant… Keith Shadis!”

Turns out the man in Eren’s memories was Keith.

After you and the rest of Squad Levi rode out to talk to him, the mission to reclaim the Wall was officially announced.

Thus, a celebration on the night before the mission had been announced. A celebration that was rewarded with actual meat to all the Scouts–of course, Sasha had instantly gone ballistic at the sight, salivating in the mouth and nearly tearing Jean’s hand apart when the meat had been taken from her. Eren and Connie had then elected to tie her up against a post so everyone could get their fair share; something you’d initially felt bad about, but when she tried to take a chomp out of your own hand, you decided it was maybe best.

So, now, you simply sat at the table with the rest of your friends, nursing your drink while you savoured the meat in small bites, simply listening to the chatter around you.

Truth was, you’re not really listening to anything around you. Your thoughts are filled with the thoughts of your home, and the fact that come tomorrow, you’d be returning. After all this waiting, all the patience and the loss and the trouble in between, you’d finally be returning home.

You couldn’t believe the words yourself. It still felt unreal.

Jean had tried to talk to you, but he’d easily recognized that it was hard for you to gather your thoughts currently. So, he left you to yourself, a silent reassurance by your side while he left a hand on your thigh to let you know he was there for you even if he wasn’t saying anything and if you needed. You appreciate the sentiment, a smile on your face when he’d first done it, bumping your shoulder against his own every so often.

You think of your mom, of the day she died. You think of Ms. Schneider and the way she’d sacrificed her life for you. You think of the day you’d been forced to flee the only home you’ve ever known, a place that had once been the extent of your entire world; you hadn’t known anything outside of those walls and that small, poor village. But you’d loved every bit of it and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because when you felt scared or lonely, you thought of those walls, of your small home. You think of Ms. Schneider’s fresh baked bread, and your mothers warm hand against your cheek, and you think that despite it all, you’d been loved and cherished and protected and the two most important women in your life had given theirs for you.

And you were going to finally be able to return that sacrifice and reclaim their home so they could rest in peace.

But, somewhere along the way, ultimately, your thoughts turn to Kenny. Kenny who's your father, Kenny who you’d been searching for and never really found, at least not in the way you’d hope, and your eyes fall to your friends around you and you think, you didn’t want to go into what could be your death without them knowing the truth.

They were your family now. All of them. And you cherished them all so much. It wasn’t right of you to keep such a secret from them. Not after all of you had been through.

“I have something to say, if you all don’t mind,” you find yourself speaking, the chatter that had existed amongst them all quieting as Eren and Connie take their respective seats. All pairs of eyes fall on you, and even in the corner of your eye you see Sasha seizing her struggle to listen as well.

Your eyes meet Jean’s ultimately, and he’s smiling at you like he already knows, the grip on your thigh squeezing in reassurance before your eyes flicker across the rest, and you find yourself smiling brighter when you see Mikasa looking at you warmly. Maybe she’s been waiting for you to say something as well. Either way, the smile is reassuring in ways she’ll probably never know.

“What is it, Y/N?” Armin asks, head tilted in question as he glances at you.

“It’s just… we’ve all been through a lot together,” you explain, holding your drink close to yourself as you smile in thought, remembering when you’d all first met, fresh faces in the recruits. Never could any of you have known just how all of your lives would change. But, regardless, you are happy it changed with them. “I adore each and every one of you, including you Marlo, even though I’ve only known you for a short time,” you add, sending him a smile as he flushes lightly in response. “So I don’t want there to be anything hidden between me and you guys.”

Armin’s brows furrow, and Connie looks positively confused. Eren’s waiting for you to finish and Marlo is glancing around trying to gauge everyone else's reaction. You laugh lightly at it all, biting your lip.

“I joined the Scouts because I was there the day the wall fell in Shiganshina. Because it was my home,” your eyes flicker to Eren, meeting his knowing gaze. “But, I also joined the Scouts to find my father. I wasn’t really sure if I ever would, but my mother’s dying words asked me to, so I knew I had to try… and…”

Everyone waits patiently, and a hand is reaching for yours, threading through your fingers as you turn to Jean, struggling to find the words. He just nods at you, silent but no words are needed for you to understand.

You nod in return, his assurance allowing you to say the words you’ve been struggling to say for a while.

“I found him.”

There’s a chorus of gasps, shock flooding the faces of those who didn’t already know.

“Who is it?” Connie asks, the first to speak as he usually is as he glances at you with impatience.

You meet his gaze, swallowing thickly. “Kenny Ackerman.”

There’s a pause. You hesitate to glance at everyone’s reactions, fearing the worst despite all of Jean’s reassurances. What if they did hate you? What if they thought you were some sort of monster like him? This was the man who had captured both Eren and Historia only recently after all… had helped try to sacrifice Eren to Historia…

Surely Eren must at least despise you because of it.

But as your eyes finally fall on Eren, gaining the courage, he’s just looking at you with wide eyes.

“Like Kenny the Ripper?” He’s asking, leaning towards you past Armin in surprise.

Turning to him, you hesitate; “y-yes…”

He doesn’t look mad or upset or disgusted or anything. Instead, he just looks absolutely surprised, a certain kid-like expression of wonder in his gaze as he shakes his head. “Woah.”

You turn to him, baffled, before Armin is speaking up; “that makes you an Ackerman… like Mikasa.” Of course he’s the first to make the connection, glancing from you to Mikasa, before settling on you with wonder.

Meeting Mikasa’s gaze, she moves to answer for you; “to my knowledge, Y/N and I have no relation but yes, we’ve talked about it before.”

Connie whips to face you; “you told Mikasa before you told us?”

Sasha in the background calls out indignantly in response. As usual, the two are in sync with one another (even while one is tied up against a post).

“Hah,” Jean lets out a cackle, letting go of you as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I knew before any of you.”

You roll your eyes at his smugness, but Connie just glares at him, before looking at you in betrayal. There’s a hurt expression on your face, and you’re touched in the way he regards your friendship, Sasha too, and rush to explain.

You sigh, “I was just nervous… I mean, after all Kenny did, I didn't want you guys to think less of me...”

There’s a pause, and everyone is staring at you in disbelief.

Armin shakes his head, the first to speak when he sees the panicked look in your eyes; “we wouldn’t.” He assures, his voice sure with certainty as he smiles lightly at you.

You return his smile.

“Yeah,” Eren pipes up from beside him, shrugging as he glances at you, taking a bite of his meat. “You’re too nice to ever be like him. Like… way too nice.”

“Oi,” Jean calls out sharply, glaring at Eren. “Quit it.”

Eren just blinks back at him; “what?”

Biting your lip, you smile to yourself.

“I feel like it isn’t my place to say,” Marlo speaks up hesitantly, “but I agree.”

You turn to him, but before you can say anything, Connie is reaching across the table to slap a hand on your shoulder. You huff slightly at the weight, but when you meet his eyes, he’s grinning brightly at you.

“As if,” he says, chuckling. It’s simple, but it says enough.

The worry that had been plaguing you for days washes away like a breeze, feeling as if you weighed ten times less than you had before, body easing as you nod at all of them, smiling brightly.

As chatter falls amongst them all again, your eyes meet Jean’s once more, blushing at the grin he sends you. Rolling your eyes, you just shake your head, shoving him lightly as he laughs. But, as his arm wraps around you, you fall against him with ease, unable to fight the smile that won’t fade from your lips.

Even as a minute later, Eren and Jean start arguing again.

You inhale sharply, trying to steal the nerves running amok through your body.

You haven’t felt this nervous since your first mission outside of the walls but you try to ignore it and focus on prepping your gear, making sure everything is locked in place properly. Which is proving to be a bit more difficult given that your hands won’t stop shaking.

“Y/N.”

Pausing, a small gasp leaves your lips at the sound of Levi’s voice, head slowly turning upward to see him standing next to you from where you’re crouched. As usual, his face is hard to read as glances down at you.

He’s already in his gear, his green cape wrapped around his shoulders, and it looks like he’d been on his way to Commander Erwin before he’d stopped by you. A quick glance to your left tells you you need to hurry as Erwin is getting ready to make his speech to the crowd that has gathered below the wall, and letting out a shaky exhale, you turn back to Levi.

“Yes, Captain?”

His face softens then, just faintly. If you weren’t watching so carefully, you wouldn’t have noticed it. His face twists slightly, as if struggling to find the words, but before you can say more, he’s reaching forward, letting his hand fall on your head gently. “Stay sharp out there,” he says, voice quiet in a way so only you can hear him.

Your lips part in shock, meeting his eyes as he smiles just faintly down at you.

“Don’t get killed.”

The words are said plainly, but you can see the meaning behind them as he looks down at you.

Truthfully, you and Levi haven’t really talked about him being your family since right after Historia’s coronation. He’d been clear about you not telling anyone else, and besides Jean (who you’ve made swear he’ll never tell anyone), you’ve kept that promise. And you didn’t let yourself be fooled into thinking your relationship with Levi would change, although he’d been kind enough to acknowledge the fact that you were family, Levi was still your squad captain and you didn’t want to betray that trust in any way.

But he’d been different in subtle ways. Sometimes you’d catch his gaze on you, as if watching to make sure you were okay. He was harder on you in training, but in a way that told you it was more because he wanted to make sure you were prepared and strong enough for anything. And then, in the same way, he was less harsh with you if you did something wrong versus than he was with everyone else.

A fact that, despite his own words, had caught the attention of your friends. You can’t remember how many times Eren has complained to you about Levi being hard on him and asking why you seemed to not get the same treatment. Sasha and Connie teased you that you were a teacher’s pet, as well, of course. Even Jean, who knew, couldn’t help but pout at the way you seemed to get off a little easier than the rest.

But you didn’t really mind.

You wouldn’t really say it, but you liked the special treatment. Even if it got you teased.

Because Levi is the only family you have left, and even if he doesn’t show it or even though the two of you are still working out just what that means, you know he treasures that fact. And you do too.

So, his words are simple. Plain. Not all that special. But you get the meaning behind them.

Your family, now, and he doesn’t want to lose you.

He pulls his hand back, and you smile; “will do, Captain.”

He nods, moving to step away, before you call over your shoulder; “Captain?”

And Levi halts, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“You too.”

He nods, slowly, turning back to face ahead of him.

Then, just as he moves to walk away, he adds; “now, hurry up.”

And you just laugh, nodding, wrapping your cape around your shoulders and flipping the hood up like Erwin had ordered.

You wanted to stop and look.

Look at the home you’d left behind.

But Jean hadn’t let you. Reminding you that there was no time to stop, and that you needed to keep going if you wanted to get it back.

That had been enough to keep you going, not faltering as you shot your gear forward, continuing to make your way to your post as you waited for the signal that Eren had shifted to his Titan.

The familiar light flashes a second after you reach your post, head turning over your shoulder in the direction, stepping toward the edge. As per practice, Eren instantly hardens in his Titan form, successfully covering the hole in the gate, as Mikasa moves to help bring him back up.

A few moments later, two green signals are shot up, signaling that Eren had indeed covered the hole completely.

Instantly, a smile curls onto your lips.

He did it.

You knew, in that moment, you’d owe Eren a huge thank you for allowing you the possibility to return home.

“WooH!” Sasha and Connie cheer from behind you, and you laugh as you glance back at them.

“Looks like we’re one step closer,” Jean says, stopping next to you as you smile up at him.

You nod, “yeah…” And the words leave you breathlessly, your fingers twitching beside you.

Distantly, you hear Hange call out the order to move towards the inner gate, and with one last warm glance Jean’s way, the four of you make your way as per ordered, making sure to keep your hood up and over your face.

You follow close behind Eren, whilst Jean, Connie and Sasha follow behind you, eyes peeled as you make your way towards the inner gate.

You were so close. You couldn’t fail.

Then, suddenly, to the right, a red flare is shot into the sky.

You halt.

“The signal to halt the mission!”

Turning to Jean, you frown. He returns your look with confusion.

What did that mean? What happened?

“All troops,” Hange orders, “scatter and stand by atop the wall!”

“Roger!”

Everyone rushes to listen, moving to your respective spots on the top of the wall as you glance the direction of where Commander Erwin is. There’s Scout’s lined across the wall, and it’s like they're searching the walls for something. Tapping their swords against the side of the wall, moving slowly and carefully down.

“What’re they doing?” Connie asks from beside you, “should we really be waiting like this?”

“Yeah,” Jean mumbles, “so much for our surprise attack…”

Biting your lip, you glance at Eren, sighing.

A few minutes pass, and no one says anything as you all watch the Scouts search across the wall, the silence around you all thick with anticipation.

It isn’t until a flare is shot into the air and the call of a Scout finding a cavity in the wall, that you realize what they’d been searching for.

It’s Reiner.

His sword stabs right through the Scouts chest, pulling back as his gear falls out of the wall and his body soars towards the ground. Your entire body tenses in response, taking a small step forward as you reach for your own weapon, eyes widening in disbelief.

But Levi is quicker.

He reaches Reiner in seconds flat, soaring down the side of the wall and lodging his sword right through Reiner’s throat. He doesn’t let up, using the momentum to take the both of them down the wall, shifting to stab his other sword through Reiner’s chest. And you think maybe, somehow, Levi’s done it, but then he’s pulling back in the next second, letting Reiner fall to the ground with a loud thud.

A minute later, that familiar flash of light appears and the Armoured Titan appears.

“Keep on the lookout!” Erwin bellows, swiping his arm out beside him. “Look for his allies–!”

Another flash appears, and your wide eyes fall behind Erwin, as the flashes multiply, lined up in a row, the smoke slowly dissipating to reveal the Beast Titan you’d heard about and numerous other Titans on either side of it. Too many Titans… all just appearing out of thin air like an army along the Beast Titan.

The fear is undeniable, coursing through your entire body.

But your eyes can’t look away, and you watch as the Beast Titan takes a boulder from beside it, lifting it with ease and chucks it right where Commander Erwin is.

“Boulder incoming! Get down!”

The ground shakes beneath you, eyes turning back to Reiner who has since pushed himself to a stand.

Effectively, this was it. You realized.

The final battle.

The survival of humanity…

That’s what Erwin had called it.

And in every possible way, he was right.

Reiner had fallen for the trap of using Eren as bait, just as the Commander had predicted. Once again, you’re left wondering just how strategic his mind must be if he’s able to come up with such foolproof plans even in the midst of chaos. You figured, though, that was why he was Commander, and even if sometimes his ideas seemed insane, you’d follow without hesitance regardless.

So, that’s exactly what you do, following closely behind Jean, the thunder spear prepped on your arm as you weave your way through the village you’d once spent your life walking through with ease. Hange and Mikasa had succeeded in their half of the mission without a hitch, blinding Reiner, which meant it was up to you and the rest of squad Levi and Hange to finish.

If you failed, that was it.

There was no room for failure.

The second you turn the corner around a house and see Reiner, you’re lining up your shot just as you’d practiced with the thunder spears before, aiming and then shooting in time with everyone else. All of your thunder spears shoot forward, lodging themselves into Reiner’s nape, the momentum slowly just briefly as you all pull back, triggering the explosion.

The force of it sends you back, and you’re careful to angle yourself around, moving out of the way of the explosion, before glancing back.

The second the smoke fades, hope blooms in your chest.

“We-We got ‘em!” Jean bellows, “it worked! The armour on his nape is peeling off!”

You shift, twisting your body to land on a roof and let yourself glance in the direction of Reiner better.

“R-Really?” Connie gasps as he lands on the roof next to yours.

“The spears worked!” Sasha cries in disbelief.

They’re right. It did work.

But–

“Do it again,” Hange shouts, “attack again with the thunder spears and finish him off!”

But no one moves.

Because suddenly, you remember who it is. You remember that it’s Reiner and despite everything, he’d once been a friend. He’d once thought you could trust. He’d been a comrade… and you found it hard to find the momentum to attack again.

Even if you know you should.

A single glance around, and you know your friends feel the same.

“Reiner…” Sasha breathes, and you shake your head.

“You guys!” Jean is suddenly crying, your eyes falling on him with a start as he glances back, meeting your gaze dead on. The meaning is clear. “I thought you were ready if it ever came to this!”

He’s… he’s right.

You want to see home, don’t you?

You want to go home, don’t you?

You can’t hesitate.

“Let’s do it!”

“Yeah!” You cry, raising your arm in the air. “We’ve got this!”

The four of you leap forward, and the rest follow, shooting your thunder spear forward and at Reiner’s nape once more. It lands with ease, and as you pull back, there’s only a split second of hesitation, before you trigger the explosion.

You wanted to go home.And you will.

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #levi ackerman x reader

47 notes · View notes

yams-here · 7 months

Text

So I like thinking about franchises that disappointed me in some way

and after watching too many reviews I redesigned the High guardian spice characters (and thought of how the plot could work way too much)

Rose in this version isn't a complete idiot, and may not be so book smart, but she is very good in combat because she's kind of a fangirl. Like, "she studies attacks and can probably name pretty much every guardian" fangirling. While she is still kind of a dumbass, she's the one that always brings Sage down to earth whenever she gets too stressed. Although she is mostly the source of that stress. Her mom was taken by the rot, but she isn't really sure what it is, so when Thyme mentions it devastating her home she's like "!" so they can actually have something that might bring them together. She decides to take on forging and weapon enchantments so she can have a moment where she steps out of her mom's shadow to do her own thing teehee Sage here is still kind of an ass (her sexist discourse to snap was NOT a Girlboss Moment) but here I think it would be interesting if it was something that other characters think its weird too. Like its a belief ingrained into her together with the more traditional upbringing by her family (thus her only knowing old magic) so it can be part of her character development learning how those thoughts should be changed and that not everyone thinks like that, But she still tries her best to be respectful and kind. (also, her parents sent her to the academy because new magic is VERY new, so the fact that it was being implemented in the curriculum was not widespread, specially in a small town like where she was raised in.) she's an overthinker to the core, so sometimes she needs her friends to calm her down, although sometimes that anxiety is what prepares them for something they weren't even expecting.

Parsley is honestly well written enough in the original show, so the only things I would change is that the progress with the conflict with her parents is stretched a little through episodes, and the conflict is that while her parents want her to be a blacksmith and take on the family business (and help take care of her three thousand simblings) she wishes to go out and do something for herself as a warrior, because she wanting to go to school to become a blacksmith and her parents fighting her on it because they want her to become a blacksmith is kinda dumb. also her short ass hammer feels so weird to watch in the series, so I think that a longer handle would make it a little better. also tiny irony of her weapon being taller than her. Thyme feels like she should be written better because shes the only one that actually has any correlation to the plot, but she kind of... isn't?? I like her backstory of being ran out of the woods she lived in because the rot was devastating it and her dad staying behind to try to solve it, but I think it would be more dramatic if her dad was killed in the conflict but she doesn't know so dramatic moment when she finds something that belonged to him (maybe a little charm she made? for protection? in the way children do that stuff for their parents) and she connects the dots. Also the rot here is because the overuse of the power new magic is able to draw out without the control of old magic is taking too much energy from the earth, and woodsy areas thrive on it, thus the root like structures of the rot. The trees are basically oysters for the magic energy of the world. When its bad, they turn bad too. Also make her more of a "expresses affection through favors and actions, not words" person. She, Rose and Sage took wayy too long to become friends. Amaryllis stays the same because she is perfect and I love her and if you disagree to talk to the wall I personally think Snapdragon is good too but I would make him genderfluid instead. I think that the idea of Caraway THINKING he might be a trans girl but that ending up not the correct answer would reinforce his "there's always more options than you think" speech. And someone needs to point out how he's drawn to women that scream at him. Also we need a better arc with his dad instead of the raw carrot that was the canonical "his dad reinforces toxic masculinity hurr durr" thing we got (that wasn't even well made btw) NOW TO THE SIDIES

Slime boy is now named Slime boy because of an accident he had in potions class the previous year (he's one year older than the main cast) which caused him to continuously produce a slime like substance instead of stuff like spit and sweat. It doesn't inconvenience him a lot other than him making bubbles when he speaks every now and then. He's just an assistant in the terrasphere shop, and the owners are Alloe and Anise (wow they actually do something else in the story!!) but he's mainly just a more experienced student that sometimes knows things the main cast doesn't like secret entrances and cool rooms and stuff. He's a full on bard because that was barely explored in canon and music based attacks are cool. He has the tiniest little crush on parnelle cuz I thought that would be fun Parnelle is ENBY because I SAID SO (and cuz cal is stablished as transphobic and I like payoffs) and since whatever they're doing at the academy is never really clarified, I made them kind of an animal whisperer, like they call on animals to assist them in battle and other stuff. (Maybe then we actually get to see the trixies again after their prolongued mating dance that lead to literally nothing in episode 1) being an animal whisperer is a very rare "old magic" hability thus why they entered the academy one year earlier than expected. They sew their own clothes and are still the generally weird little guy they are in canon, except this time its explained as them preferring to communicate with animals ever since they were a child. They are still very polite and friendly tho, always happy to help. Cal is (his full name is calamagrostis and like if I was named that I'd be an asshole too) still parnelle's cousin, but he doesn't outright bullies them. in fact, he isn't an outright bully, he just tends to look down on other people that don't follow what he believes in, which is a more traditional view on the world, kind of like sage, so I thought of him maybe being a catalyst to her being like "wow I can see why my way of thinking may be bad now, I don't want to be like him" which pushes her to grow and stuff. And I want him to grow as well, so I thought, maybe he and Snapdragon used to be friends, but recently they drifted apart and he started to kind of resent him after he came out as genderfluid, but deep down he still misses his friend, so maybe that pushes his character development. And other people saying that hes kind of a prick. idk I just really hate the trope of a bully character just being there to be the mc's punching bag instead of getting development.

In general, the lore would be (I think, I'm not the best at lore) that Guardians are generally like soldiers, but in a more captain america type of way. they're more like beacons of hope and symbols or power and peace than soldiers are, (thus rosemary knowing a bunch of them as they're usually famous) but they are still required to know combat. High Guardian Academy is known as a guarantee to become a good soldier, and a high chance to become a guardian. They VERY recently implemented new magic in the curriculum, but are experimenting with mixing its high power output with old magic's control of it, (thus why caraway knows how but why none of the students are being thaught it. It's a fairly new tecnique they'd rather get a good grasp on before teaching a bunch of children how to use it) because since they're expertly trained guardians they can tell that a terrasphere takes too much energy above what would be considered okay. They just aren't aware of how much tho, the extent of the rot is a secret held close to their chests by witch country, which is where the terraspheres come from, which has brought them tons of profit and advancements. So when someone knows about the extent, or tries to stop it, they are eliminated, (thus why thyme's dad died. People that stayed in the fairy woods and knew how bad new magic could be were all "silenced" so they could keep profiting out of it.) (Any letters or research about the rot, or from the people that knew, were burned and interfered with, thats why no one else knew about it.) idk what else to talk about cuz this show had such little things to explore but there's so much filler that almost none of it got explored but I think it had potential, even if I prefer to focus on character interactions and how they change eachother. Again, I'm not very good with lore. and plot.

#art #digital art #original art #high guardian spice #hgs rosemary #hgs sage #hgs parsley #hgs thyme #hgs amaryllis #hgs snapdragon #hgs slime boy #hgs parnelle #hgs cal #hgs redesign #hgs rewrite #kinda

108 notes · View notes

yellowplumfruit · 6 months

Text

there’s a tiny jumping spider building it’s nest on my snapdragons :’)

#my new best friend!!!!!!!!!!!!#idk what to name them help

55 notes · View notes

queen--of--shadows · 1 year

Text

Scars

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader shows Azriel his scars are as beautiful as he is.

Warnings: mentions of childhood abuse

Word Count: 1,664

Notes: Thank you again @cityofidek for this sweet fluffy request! I hope you all enjoy 🫶🏼 Your comments/feedback are always so appreciated! Xx

---------------------------

Thanks to the increased intensity of Cassian’s morning workouts, your aching feet begged to be closer to the fireplace, so you inched down the couch and flexed your toes against the delicious heat. The plush chenille throw you had engrossed yourself with over the past few nights was almost done, but your tired eyes and sore hands needed a break.

You had been down in the Library for hours, cozying up next to the warmth of the fire and embroidering along the edge of the massive piece you began weeks ago: a garden of lush, blooming flowers against the soft, pink blanket—peonies, winter roses, tulips, twirling vines of jasmine, snapdragons, summer hibiscus, all in bright colored threads and accented with tiny sparkling beads. You came here often—a comforting, quiet refuge from the bustling life upstairs.

You don’t know how or when you dozed off, jolting awoke to the scent of sun-kissed cedar and fresh morning mist. Scrambling to sit up, you immediately recognized who it belonged to.

Azriel’s deep, low chuckle had you quickly rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes.

“Every time I come down here, I find you asleep over your work,” he said softly with a tsk, head propped up against his fist and one long leg crossed over the other. He was leaning back casually on the couch opposite the one you were just sprawled out on.

“I have no idea when I fell asleep,” you mumbled, gathering and folding up your work. “The fire had me feeling so cozy,” you giggled in a still-sleepy daze, extending your hands against the heat.

And immediately regretting it.

A muscle flickered in his jaw as Azriel averted his gaze towards the back of the small reading corner, where the blaze from the hearth couldn’t reach. The cool darkness was no doubt inviting him and his shadows to hide. At parties and gatherings, he always avoided the fire, his scars running deeper than the surface of his skin. Azriel’s childhood was traumatic and painful, and you knew how he felt about his hands, so you hurriedly changed the subject.

“What are you doing up so late?”

A dumb question to ask. Azriel was always out on long missions and odd hours, working tirelessly to defend and protect his Court; it was one of the things you admired so much about him.

He didn’t meet your eyes when he responded, still facing the dark that beckoned him, his shadows swirling imperceptibly faster around him to create a soft, shielding cocoon. “I just got back from dealing with Devlon and his cronies.” Forearms braced against his muscled thighs, he looked down at the palms of his hands, picking underneath his nails. Something deep in you stirred at the distant, harsh tone of his voice, and before you could think, you crossed the small distance to where he sat on the old, worn leather couch.

“Is everything okay?”

Another dumb question—you cringed, wanting to shrivel up and disappear knowing you were making the situation worse, let alone provide any comfort.

Azriel kept his eyes locked on his hands as if he was alone and you were no longer sitting mere inches from him. His silky dark hair, tousled from his flight home, was long enough to hang in front of his brow, almost covering his eyes.

“Sometimes…I remember how much sin I’ve committed with these hands. How many people they’ve hurt, how much pain they’ve inflicted.”

You didn’t move, didn’t dare to.

“Sometimes, when I think about it, I hate it. I hate myself. I hate these grotesque hands that cause so much suffering,�� he breathed, a cool, icy rage lacing his voice, barely above a whisper.

Your mouth dried out. Unsure how to respond to the sudden morsel of truth and pain and despair the Shadowsinger had just revealed to you, you remained frozen where you sat.

You and Azriel had been friends for a few years since you moved into the House of Wind and began working in the library under Clotho. During your first months, you joined the Valkyries in training, where you met Azriel, and the two of you quickly became friends. Or at least you considered him a friend, ignoring the crush you developed on him when you first laid eyes on the unbearably handsome Illyrian. His quiet, calming presence had you often gravitating toward him, whether it was at parties, during training, or family dinners—your seat at the table next to him was always reserved.

You hadn’t been able to sleep properly for months after Nesta told you about his past—many years ago when you mustered the courage to ask about his hands.

The same hands he was now speaking of, ashamed of the brutal burn marks that littered his skin.

Heavy silence filled the air between you, interrupted only by the crackling of the burning wood.

“Azriel…” You choked on his name, grabbing one of his hands, solid and sturdy and warm. He looked down at your hands against his, then finally lifted those burning hazel eyes to meet yours. He went utterly still, awaiting your words.

“Azriel, that’s not true. You do what you have to for a reason. Those people hurt others and deserve what comes for them. If it weren’t you, it would’ve been someone else.” You kept your voice strong and steady, and didn’t look away from his intense gaze as you continued. “These are the same hands that have been training me, strong and skilled, and the same ones that bring me tea late at night when I’m working down here. The hands that carry and play with Nyx, loving and kind. The hands that lift up those around you when they’re down.”

Azriel was breathing unsteadily as he said, “No…look. Look at how beautiful your hands are against mine. They’re hideous,” he scoffed, shutting his eyes as he turned his head back to the darkness, clutching his fingers tightly around yours. Azriel’s vulnerability had you trembling as you reached up to cup his face and gently turned him back towards you. “Your hands are beautiful, too, Az. These scars don’t define you,” you assured, tracing your thumb softly along the length of his scars.

Maybe your words weren’t enough.

Not enough to undo 500 years of ache and rage that found their home in the intricate swirls of bumps and grooves atop his perfect hands.

A smile tugged on your lips as an idea popped into your head. “Here, maybe I can help…I want you to see what I see.”

You didn’t miss the incredulous look on Azriel’s face as you shot up and began ruffling through the drawers of the large oak desk in your self-claimed reading nook, digging out a small pouch and scurrying back to a very confused male. “What are you doing?” he asked, assessing the pouch in your hands with his arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest.

“Give me your hands,” you demanded playfully, reaching out with one hand and holding your supplies behind your back with the other. Concern and confusion sparked in those golden-hazel eyes. Azriel reluctantly uncrossed his arms and placed his hands in yours, palms facing up.

You flipped his right hand over and got to work—carefully trimming down the rough, dry cuticles, cleaning the flaking specks of blood from around and underneath his nails, and filing them down.

Nausea roiled against your gut as your mind flipped through the faces of Illyrians you met in the past, wondering whose blood Azriel had to scrub off before coming home.

You swallowed down the thought and worked silently, fully aware of his gaze fixed on you.

After cleaning up both hands, a flicker of your magic summoned a hot towel, steaming with eucalyptus and mint oil. Azriel didn’t say a word as you wrapped his massive hands in the towel, squeezing them together. You took a corner and gently cleaned his nails and fingers before finally pulling out a small bottle of lavender lotion, massaging his hands with your nimble, skilled fingers.

“All done,” you declared with a broad smile and tilt of your head, pleased with your work.

But as you looked up at his unreadable expression, a knot formed in your stomach and a sudden heaviness crushed against your chest. Had you overstepped?

You held your breath as Azriel studied his fingers, flexing and contracting his hands in the deep orange glow of the dimming fire.

Cool relief washed over you when he finally whispered, “Thank you.”

He grabbed your hands and placed a sweet, tender kiss on the back of each, hesitating for a beat to assess your reaction before pulling you in for a hug. You had never seen such a display of affection from the Spymaster, but knew that deep down, he craved this kind of love and intimacy. You wrapped yourself around him, hoping he would finally see what you saw in him—his beauty that shined through even the darkest of his shadows.

“Thank you,” he whispered again against your neck.

He pulled back but didn’t let go of your hands, his shadows now enveloping you both as the rest of the Library faded away into velvety darkness.

“Let’s go,” he said, standing up tall with his magnificent wings spread proudly behind him, reaching an arm out for you.

“Where?” you asked as you stood, realizing you would follow the beautiful male to the ends of the world if it meant you could make him feel even an ounce of the love you had for him.

“Anywhere.” Azriel pulled you into him for another warm embrace. “I can’t waste a fresh manicure,” he teased with a wink.

Surprise and delight bubbled up inside you. “It’s a date,” you chimed, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“It’s a date,” he laughed, echoing your words as he scooped you up with his beautiful, strong hands.

---------------------------

taglist: @cute-baby-ducks @brekkershadowsinger @iangelofmusic @j-pendragonx @foggypeanutmongeroaf @luckypersonmentality @eddiesbixch696 @davinaclaire16 @lexie1o9 @thewarriormoon @halfmeltedcandles @cartoonnerdgirl @wrensical003 @abigailrose98 @cafe-inaaa @moonlightazriel @caosfanblr @redbleedingrose @lovebookie123 @sarahstone217 @minetticatinwonderland @jtargs @bookish-dream @blurredlamplight @rellik181 @simplywitchy @his-sweet-nightmare @theravenphoenix26 @icantthinkofanythingplease @sebby-staan @brooke3132 @azriels-angels @mrs-azriel @sparklymiraclecheesecake @cityofidek @dreambeliever13 @atlascorriganlovescookies @fo-cus @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @elenas-safe-spot @dreambeliever13 @mysticalcheescakemiracle @sarahstone217

#azriel x reader #azriel acotar #shadowsinger #spymaster #ACOTAR #night court #ACOTAR fanfic #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fluff #acotar fandom #azriel fluff #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #acotar series #acotar headcannon #azriel

383 notes · View notes