#Magic Knight of Snow

[magicalgirloftheday]

✧・ﾟ:Today’s magical boy of the night is: Magic Knight of Snow, Neve Kiss from Cute High Earth Defense Club Happy Kiss!!✧・ﾟ:

[dork-a-doodle]

You’ve heard of The Miraculous Ladybug Love Square

Now get ready for: The Deltarune Magical Girl AU Love Octogon!!

dear god why did i do this to myself

For added context: Susie and Kris know each others identity (they became magical girls together), everyone knows Berdly’s identity (he believes no one knows), no one can resist Susie (she has no clue and thinks everyone (except Kris) only tolerate her)

[jon-sedai]

I could say that ASOIAF is a very medieval lit story at heart and you’d be like, “well no shit Sherlock, tell me something I don’t know 🙄”.

And I’d say: “Ok bet. ASOIAF’s medieval core is best exemplified through Jon Snow and Bran Stark, two distinct yet mirrored iterations of one hero-knight whose origins can be traced to Percival and his magical quest. Both are Percival (and both are potentially the grail king) but one is as close a 1:1 copy as we can get (Jon) and the other is the Percival archetype completely flipped over its head before it even begins (Bran). Jon, by the author’s own admission, is the fantasy hero in the most traditional sense. He’s Percival who was inspired by the knights and left his mother’s castle to chase after chivalric glory (Jon III AGoT), only to find out that he has a massive misunderstanding of the knight’s purpose and honor (ACOK/ASOS arcs). No one told him of the ethical dilemmas involved with being a knight. No one told him that he could meet the fair maiden and either be completely incapable of helping her (Gilly) or help her, leave her, and be burdened by her death (Ygritte). No one told him how hard it would be to have his entire world view upended and upon going back to his fellow knights and saying ‘hey friends maybe we should all re-evaluate the system in which we operate and how it might be causing us to betray the vows we swore’ he’d be met with disdain. No one told him that, like Percival, he might look back to his mother’s home and see what has become of it (and his sister whom he left) and upon making the decision to go back to it he dies before he can even get his foot out of the gate. Percival made it back home and Jon might too, but where Percival still had his mother’s shirt to remind him of his boyhood Jon had to kill the boy because the fate of the world depended on it. Jon stumbles and rises, only to stumble again. But nonetheless, he gets to be a knight. But on the other hand, there’s poor Bran! He doesn’t even get to fail at being a knight in the first place because that storyline was fucking taken from him before he could realize his dream of leaving his mother’s home. Jon at least got his call to action. Bran’s dazzling dream of knighthood doesn’t even get off the ground (quite literally). He climbs, falls immediately, and once his eyes are awakened he realizes that he is now incapable of being Percival as he’d wish to be. There’s no battling evil knights. There’s no saving fair maidens. But then he’s visited by a wizened old man who’s like ‘hey Percival, you can never be a knight but I’ll teach you how to be a mighty wizard!’ And that would be cool and all….BUT BRAN WANTS TO BE A KNIGHT GODDAMNIT! When he auditioned for the medieval lit play, he picked up the Percival/Arthur script. Yet that’s not what he ultimately got when the cast list finally got out. Because who the fuck switched it out his hero-knight script for the Merlin one??! So now he has to try and figure out how to be a knight who’s actually a wizard, and it fucking sucks y’all.”

[allmalaze]

Game of Thrones Crafting Magic

The Starks are common Users of the craft but Ned has always been wary of it. Lyanna was exceptionally gifted in that she was gifted with both icecraft and Skinchanging, though she could only become a wolf. Brandon was an Icecrafter, odd for a male but not uncommon, much more impossible, but still odd. The gifts passed Benjen. As only Ned survived to have children, his heirs go as such:

Robb: Warg bound to Greywind

Jon: Warg, bound to Ghost

Sansa: Icecraft and Wavecraft, Warg bound to the spirit of Lady still

Arya: Icecraft and Warg, bound to Nymeria

Bran: Warg and Greendreamer , Bound to Summer

Rickon: Warg, Bound to Shaggy Dog

(Since the current generation is canonically full of skinchangers, why would I want change that) Though all of them are Wargs, Only Robb and Jon have the capacity for literal skinchanging and much like their paternal aunt, take the shape of wolves. Though it is unknown if little Rickon, still much a babe, has this talent or not. All six of Ned’s children have the capacity to share minds with their direwolves though. Bran most of all.  

As children of Catelyn Tully, especially with her blood breaking through so obviously, they have the capacity to use watery forms should they have been trained. But Robb, doomed and dead as he would be, had no such luck. Bran will likely learn as the next Three Eyed Raven. Rickon is too young to tell. Jon, as a bastard of Stark, likely only has Northern magic, though after taking the Black, Lord Commander Mormont had him Gifted with Icecraft. He was capable with some tack in Icecraft, much to Ghost’s chagrin, but he has little practice with it, but much potential. As much as Arya, but less than Sansa.  

Margaery Tyrell is a Grasscrafter, after her mother, and her grandfather. Though she seems unsuited for it, much like her grandmother she is truly vicious in the use. She was personally tutored by her fathers Tamed, the Grove with Eyes, taken the shape of a young maiden with blue eyes and honey blonde hair( as she appeared for almost three generations now), currently named Genieve Flowers. Willas and Garlan had the powers skip over them. But the famed Knight of Flowers, Sir Loras, possesses some skill in casual grasscraft, a fact his mother always finds amusing and further strengthened his relationship with both her and his sister.  Lord Mace has the secondskin of a bumblebee. A rare form, that his father found rather a source of pride, but his mother finds wasted on him.

Unreasonably, all three of the current generation of Royal Baratheon children hold some amount of Orecraft ( since they're the culmination of Exceptionally Lannister breeding, the thought of the craft doubling down in them was amusing) with Marcella, still young, having the most potential. But Joffrey, now thankfully dead, had a certain precision that came to shifting shapes like needles and sharp points. Tommen’s craft is only just beginning to surface. Neither Cersei, Jamie or Tyrion possess any skill in the powers. Neither did they’re father or mother or any of their siblings. None of other Lannister children of the current generation seem to possess any talent in the craft or shapechanging. 

The Tullys, also a doomed lot, possess the capacity for the powers in more abundance. Though let it not go unnoticed that there ARE fewer of them. Catelyn and Lysa both have the power of Wavecraft. But as Lysa’s mind and body deteriorated so did her powers. Catelyn has lost her access to the craft following her death and they had not followed her after her revival. The Blackfish has the power to take on the form of a speeding murman. Edmure, lackluster as he is, posses none of the powers. But his first child with Roslyn, boy or girl, will be born with Wavecraft.

Jon Arryn was not capable, but his sister Alys did have windcraft. His Brother Ronnel had the second skin of the Shrike. Robert Arryn, poor little thing that he is, would have the form of a, you guessed it, robin should he grow well. But he has yet to attune himself with his animal self, for lack of mental and physical fortitude.  The Arryns of the branch houses have some skill in Skinchanging and have populated the Sparrowmen army often.

Though Robert and his Brothers possessed none of the powers, the current generation of Biological Baratheon children all possess some form of Boltcraft. Shireen and Mya have the most capacity with it, though Shireen's youth and kind heartedness reduce her use of it. Gendry refuses to utilize it for he feels it is a curse ( as the crown lands are disputed territory between the stormlands and Riverlands , it’s not uncommon for the occasional bolt or wave crafter to be born in the lower reaches. Though as all boltcraft is rare, most crafters will gain wave before bolt).Edric is mildly capable, though mildly is putting it highly and may be too generous. He is middling honestly, and dislikes Shireen’s casual skill in the craft.

Oberyn was a skinchnager with a serpentine form. Though even he was unlikely to use it in battle, finding that the venom of snakes was preferable to the actual physical change. Though it was well rumored (and in fact very true) that he enjoyed doubling his penis for sexual proclivities. All of the Sandsnakes possess Stonecraft to a high degree. A distasteful trait amongst noble bastards usually but well prized in Dorne where blood is greater than titles. Though they use it in different capacities attuned to their personalities and professions, the eldest four are masters of the craft. As the second half are still young and still coming to terms with the craft theirs is only potential. Ellaria has no gifts save for her life and daughters. Doran had some skill in changing into some species of lizard, but lost this power as his gout increase. Elia had some skill in Stonecraft, but not much range in term of material. The larger it was the easier she could wield it. Practically no capacity to use sand.  Arianne has some skill in it, but it is not too versatile, she has used it mostly on gemstones. Quentyn Nymeros had the skin of a horned lizard, but lost this gift along with his life. Trystane has shown no gifts but is still young.

 Asha, the only woman amongst the Greyjoys, sans her Harlaw born mother of course, possesses Wavecraft, but None of her dead brothers do. Theon, foolhardy as he is, has the form of a mermun, but seldom used it in the landlocked Winterfell. I wouldn’t be surprised if he himself had forgotten he makes use of the powers. Euron is faithless in many ways . Double damned but only half blind. He had no gifts save for savagery. Victarian has no powers but this is a co-happenstance, not a curse. Aeron is Waveblessed and a shapechanger. He holds the form of a squid, but was often too drunk to remember to activate it and oft forgot how to properly utilise his second skin. He attributes the waveblessing to the drowned god’s mercy and a source for his devout ways. Balon possessed the power to change but none remembers into what. It is said he was a rare multiform. Rare amongst Skinchanger below the Wall, where the skill is less trained.

The Targaryens, being Valyrian , and relatively new to the continent had access only to their blood magic but lost most of it with the death of the last dragon. A two sided sword, brought down from when the valyrians wove their blood with the dragon’s fire. Dragons could not live without blood or fire. Neither could the Dragonlords. After they began intermingling with the Westerosi it became more common for a Targaryen to be born with access to the craft. Most of them were not well talented though and the gifts were small. The taint of old Valyria still strong in their inbred blood, kept the magical connection to Westeros faint.

Daenerys is the first Dragonlord and Bloodworker since Jaehaera, Cousin-Wife of Aegon the Dragonbane, met her end. It was through this quirk of Birth, or perhaps the conclusion of Destiny, that she had faith enough to revive the dragons and rise as Azor Ahai. The Amethyst Empress Reborn. The Prince that was Promised in the Song of Ice and Fire. 

[pinkestmenace]

Thoughts on Dark Meta Knight

A continuation of 'Thoughts on Shadow Kirby'. This is a long one!

TL;DR: I first talk about his relation to Taranza and Sectonia, then comes the fic I 'accidentally' wrote, then I talk about his (mirror) abilities and relation to Meta Knight (or rather, his inherited memories.)

Have you ever noticed how whenever people talk about the whole Dark Meta Knight/Dimension Mirror/Taranza/Corrupted Sectonia issue, it's always "Taranza must hate DMK so much!" and never "DMK must hate Taranza so much!" or even "Why did Joronia/Sectonia keep a magical mirror that clearly oozed bad vibes?" (Note: I'm neither saying Taranza is a poor uwu boy who did nothing wrong nor that he is evil incarnate. He didn't know DMK was in there nor that the mirror had lingering corruption. I am however saying he was a fool for stealing an important magical artifact! All three were hurt here.) I mean, come on. Sectonia is an individual with agency. You're telling me she just placidly accepted this whole situation and only gets to serve as an "Evil queen needs to die!" and "Woe is Taranza, his beloved is dead!" plot device? She could have been corrupted/replaced by her own reflection! Maybe she was as interested in studying DMK/this weird danger orb in 'her' mirror as he was in corrupting her.

That is, if he did corrupt her. Who's to say he wanted that? Or had the ability to, other than by speaking? We've heard nothing about him having corrupting magic. Besides, what would he gain from it? Sectonia could've already been somewhat unhinged before she got the mirror and this was just the beginning of a domino effect. Remember, the mirror you fight him in in Triple Deluxe seems to be the one that was in the middle of the Central Circle, not the entrance of the Mirror World. That's the one Dark Mind was hiding out in and judging by how destroyed it still looks inside it's also the most likely place for any corruption to linger. (Luckily for the other inhabitants, I'd say. Not so lucky for him or poor Shadow, who in DMK's absence was likely left alone to defend the Mirror World and therefore grew more agressive like we see him in other games. He had no allies and no choice but to learn to fight.) I think that Shadow spawned when Kirby first entered the mirror, but DMK was likely around at least a little longer than that, judging by how he seems to have a pretty good grasp on his abilities already.

So. Since Triple Deluxe is clearly inspired by fairy tales, (Consider the Dreamstalk/beanstalk, a palace in the sky and a wicked beauty-obsessed queen with a literal magic mirror!) why not spin a little tale of our own?

I want you to imagine being Dark Meta Knight for a moment.

Mirror, Mirror, From the Sky — Who's the Wickedest and Why?

Once upon a time a dark force secretly infested your world. Depending on how long you've been around, you either spawned as a flawed clone, or you got to feel yourself being corrupted. You may not even know who you are, other than what the wisps of your inherited memories and skills tell you. Either way, the heydays of good fortune, friends and fair weather are nothing but a burning memory to you.

Dark Mind, the force calls itself and it takes an interest in you, since it could use a strong henchman. Now you have this flaming eyeball breathing down your neck, playing at being your master and ordering you around. Tsch. Do you dance like a pathetic little puppet? Do you plead with it using the fancy words you find on your tongue, but did not learn yourself? Do you obey to save your own skin, or resist and risk having your mind broken and hollowed out further? Do you have it in you to become a double agent? You are a scared toddler who only just learned how to walk. You are a hardened knight who has no patience for this. The armour you wear shows traces of battles you haven't fought. You cling to it in preparation for what's to come.

It sends you to go remove some obstacles. A pink child and your own doppelganger. Fueled by bitter resentment and childish petulance you dare to bend your orders just slightly. Rather than rend the child into pieces, you refract him into four. Rather than sending your doppelganger back to his maker, you lock him in with yours and break the mirror to prevent his escape. (As well as Dark Mind's escape, that is.) Your master is angry. That's fine. You're already wrong and broken and don't give a crap.

Eventually the child and his refractions fix and enter the mirror and your master gives you an ultimatum. Twice it told you to get rid of the brat and twice you have failed! Now, to prove your loyalty you must put your life on the line. Beat the brat. At any cost. Surrender is not an option! You shed the veneer and take out your frustration on the child. But he's too strong. You can feel your body give out! You remember how to beg. "Master, please, I can't take any more!" It's no use. Its fiery gaze scorches you, it widens the cracks in your mind and forces you to continue, miserable marionette that you are.

You shatter and your consciousness fractures. Where did you go so wrong? Why did this have to happen to you? What will become of that strange charcoal child you saw stalking you? You want to go home. That home isn't yours. What does your counterpart think? Like the allegory of the prisoners and the shadows on the cave wall you don't know more than what little you can infer. His flickering gaze is unreadable. There is no cave. You are the shadow. You have no idea what philosophy is.

??? days later you somehow wake up. You get your bearings. You're still in this ruined miniature dimension, but your master is gone. You're alone. Tsch. Figures the brat and your blue bastard of a counterpart would abandon you. What's wrong with them?! (What's wrong with you? Are you really that disposable? Maybe they didn't know you still had life left in you either. Did they mourn for you?) At least the mirror portal is right there. You'll go back to the Central Circle, find something to eat and then you'll plot your revenge against the world that failed to welcome you! You just have to step out...

...into a large bedroom. You look around. Fancy furnishings that would befit a palace. A breathtaking view of the rising sun, which drapes the room in purples and oranges. It hurts your eyes. You look down. A vanity? Where the Shards—

You don't get time to think before a piercing shriek rends the air. You look to your left and see a strange spider-like creature charging at you, wielding twin rapiers! You quickly leap out of the way and draw your own sword.

The woman stops in front of you, clad in a simple but refined silk nightgown, her four unoccupied hands balled into tight fists. She stares you down with her four front eyes. Is this spider as afraid of you as you are of her? She's Princess Joronia, you soon learn. She received the mirror as a gift.

She sympathises with you and offers you a cup of herbal tea to calm your nerves. You've never had tea, (not-you remembers the taste) but by the Mirror's mercy do you know you're thirsty! You accept it, if only to buy yourself time to figure out what's going on and come up with a way to escape with the mirror. The tea soothes you, although it has a strange aftertaste and Joronia's smile is gentle, if a bit too practised. Her gleaming upper eyes gaze patiently into yours. She doesn't drink. You're tired, so tired.

The next day you wake up inside the mirror and try to leave again. Joronia didn't seem so bad. Maybe you can convince her to let you return the mirror! You find it's been magically sealed.

"Oh, don't worry," says 'Joronia' through the glass, her eyes and smile just a little darker and haughtier than they were yesterday, "it's only a safety precaution until we get to know each other better." But months later she still hasn't let you leave with the mirror. Instead, she's been staring into it more and more, fussing endlessly over her make-up and increasingly ostentatious outfits. She laments to you as if you are nothing but a pet she can vent to freely. "Uhuhuhu~! Didn't I look simply unacceptable before? I just couldn't stand my dull reflection. Tell me how gorgeous I am! Then I might even feel generous enough to feed you."

You grow bitter. How trapped you are! Behind you is the ruined hellscape where you were broken and humiliated. In front of you is an increasingly deranged self-obsessed woman who you're forced to ingratiate yourself to for scraps. Tsch! You are caged and seething! The day you find the person who subjected you to this your sword will taste blood! Soon your vibe arsenic joins the maddening sulfuric stench that abhorrent eyeball left behind. Your mind and the mirror grow ever darker in a vicious cycle. It's been years. You yearn for sights you have only seen in dreams. You cannot die.

The reborn and remade Queen Sectonia doesn't care. She's too busy solidifying her power and enhancing her own grotesque beauty to pay attention to the machinations of naughty little strays. Your sharpened tongue pleases her just enough to spare you and coax out news of the outside world. You are her obedient pet. The keeper of her innermost secrets. More loyal than her advisor. You hone yourself and your blade when she's not looking.

So when Sectonia dies and the seal goes with her, you are ready. You don't care who's on the other side. You. Only. Want. REVENGE.

* * * * *

Headcanon time!

I see DMK as leaning into using his mirror abilities, not so much because he wants to prove himself superior to Meta Knight, but because that's something only HE can do. Something he 'earned', not inherited. He wants to be the best at something without needing help.

When he spawned he already knew how to speak, move and wield his sword. Or rather, the second he attempted to do any of these things he 'remembered' how to do them.

Wouldn't it be funny and tragic if so much of his life consists of discovering skills he didn't know he had, that belong to someone who isn't quite him? What surprises will his memory give him today? Amnesiac roulette.

Imagine: he's just idly fidgeting with a sheet of paper and looks down to see he's accidentally folded a perfect little origami crane. He crushes the crane. Tsch. Another skill he didn't earn! (Later he secretly learns to fold something Meta Knight hasn't folded before, just so he can say he made the skill his own. He will deny this.)

He didn't know he had the ability to mend his cape. Yet when he found needle and thread his hands traced the movements with practised ease. He refuses to mend his cape and claims it fits his rough-and-tough aesthetic. (He collects scraps and quilts a cozy blanket for his hideout. He claims to have found it in the trash.)

He comes across a book in a language he has never seen before. He can read it! The contents make little sense to him. He tries writing, but discovers his handedness is opposite to Meta Knight's. Ink smudges his left glove as he adjusts. (It shouldn't matter. He's ambidextrous! Try as he might, he still cannot draw or write with his right hand.)

Infodump about memory function incoming! (TL;DR: there are several types of memories, some about life events, some about sensations or skills.) I hope I can explain this correctly using an example.

Imagine you're going for a stroll in the park. You don't have to think consciously about every movement you make because you already know how to walk. You decide where to go and your brain handles the details automatically. (Procedural memory. This is what let him immediately move and fight.)

You spot someone walking a dog. Your brain goes: "Dog!!!" You don't have to analyse every feature of the animal to know this because the holistic concept of "Dog" in your brain immediately lights up and couples it to the language part of you to remember the correct name. (Semantic memory. This let him recognise the world and understand speech.)

You consider petting it. Your hand experiences the ghost of fur underneath. It just stopped raining, so your nose anticipates the wet dog smell as well. (Sensory memory. He gets whiffs of sensations and tastes he hasn't experienced himself.)

You approach the dog. Suddenly you realise you've seen this dog before! It was last week and when you pet it wrong it snapped at you. You remembered a specific event. (Episodic memory. He didn't get this one and therefore doesn't remember Meta Knight's life. He has to puzzle out what his 'original' is like from the other remembered scraps he got.)

[anrisimps]

The sparring session always ends up with them tussling on the ground with the duchess pinning the duke down

[countrymusiclover]

11 - Playing Princess For a Day

Part 12

The Siphoning Princess

Tag list [ @mystrey101 @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @onentaien-kwara @melvia-ito @child-of-of-the-sunshine

Two days later

Waiting at the bus stop I shifted from foot to foot getting impatient over the fact that my daughter had just now gotten out of school for the day. I could have taken her out of school but I knew it was better for her to not get behind on the new lessons they would be teaching her. The bus pulls to a stop and the doors open with kids filling out onto the streets. Scanning the heads I finally saw the familiar blonde pigtails and the backpack with princess tiaras scattered across it. “There’s my birthday girl! Ohhh. How was school?” Extending my arms, Tessa jumped up into my waiting embrace.

“It was fun. I got sung happy birthday by my class.” She said once I had set her back down on her feet, taking her backpack off her back.

Intertwining my freehand with her tiny one making our way down Main Street heading into granny’s diner for her afternoon birthday snack that the elderly woman had given her since she was five years old. “Hey Granny, I finally brought you the birthday girl.”

“Hi granny.” Tessa waved to the woman once I lifted her up, sitting her on one of the barstools so she could see her.

The older woman turned around and turned back to us sliding a plate of cookies over to me and my daughter with a small smile. “Peanut butter cookies , same as always.”

“Thank you. These are her favorite desserts.” I smiled at the woman before she made a face walking over to the cash register and coming back with a piece of paper in her hand.

“This got dropped off here a few hours ago. I was told to only give it to you when you brought your little one in here.”

Taking the folded paper from her hand I watched her walk away when I began unfolding the piece of paper seeing a note written out on it. “Note on this day a very special event shall be held, the Royal birthday celebration of Tessa Hunter. This event is held at the address below this message. Before attending this event the birthday girl is asked to go to Gold’s pawn shop and pick out a dress for tonight - well Tessa, it appears we have another stop to make. Thank you for the cookies, granny.” I chuckled, having a feeling I already knew who was responsible for this letter. Making our way outside and down to the pawnshop building.

Stepping inside I instantly saw Mr. Gold or rather Rumplestilskin my father waiting for us to come inside. “Ms. Hunter, Ms. Tessa, I have been expecting you.” He was standing behind the glass counter when we walked up to him.

“Papa - uh yes, Mr. Gold. We got a letter saying we needed to purchase a dress from you before going to our next destination.” I corrected my words quickly, recalling who he was from when I was here a few days ago. I couldn’t wrap my head around how it was possible. Henry likely would have an explanation, yet today was all about my daughter not the evil queen's curse.

He snapped his fingers opening a wooden cabinet that was off to the side revealing a hold row of dresses of all colors and sizes. “Pick whichever one you want. There's a fine selection for each of you.” He stepped away from the cabinet allowing me and my daughter to walk up and eye the dresses before us.

Pushing a few aside I came across an interesting one I thought I had seen before. Taking out the hanger I came into contact with a long light red ball gown that was decorated with lace and some pearls on the waistline. “It's beautiful, Mr. Gold. How much shall we owe you for these?”

“It's on the house, Renae. It's her birthday and she should have everything.” He rested his hands on his cane.

“Thank you so much.”

Tessa came out from the back room twirling around in a light blue and green dress that fell down to her knees. “Look mama, look. I'm a princess.”

“Yes, you are sweetie. Today you certainly are.” I grinned and my supposed father mirrored the same look. I quickly changed into my gown and we made our way to the address we had been given. The address led us to a house that I had never seen before so I assumed it belongs to Mr. Gold considering he owns the entire town basically. Tessa and I slowly walked into the old house rounding the corner until I paused in the doorway noticing David standing in the center of the large open room. “David, you - you didn’t have to do all this for her birthday.” I led her forward to the man who was dressed in a tan tunic shirt and matching pants that made him look like the same prince in Henry’s book.

“Like I said the other day. I chose to do this for her, it’s not a "have to situation.” David lowered himself down onto one knee extending a hand out to my eight year old. “May I have a dance with you, princess Tessa?”

“Yes.” She squealed, putting her hands in his larger one.

Standing off to the side in my own dress I watched the pair get in the position to start the dance. I pressed play on my phone playing Royal ball type music that I found on Youtube. David allows my daughter to put her feet on top of his while he spun her around doing a simple dance with her. For that brief moment I let myself just enjoy it all, seeing my daughter over the moon and it was thanks to a man who wasn't even her own father but simply just a friend of ours now.

David finally stopped dancing with my daughter and instead came over offering me his hand to take now. “Renae, would you care to dance? You look beautiful in your dress.” Softly placing my hand in his I smiled allowing him to lead me out into the center of the room.

“You’re rather handsome in your prince getup.” I complimented him, placing my other hand on his shoulder while his freehand came to rest on my hip and tugged me closer against his chest. David and I began moving across the floor with such ease that surprised me while I felt the fabric of my gown getting gently thrown up into the air. “You appear to be a natural at this. Did you learn dancing lessons in two days just for this?”

He shook his head no, chuckling down at me. “No. I guess I just remembered my wedding dance lessons.” Unknown to either of them at the time, they were naturals at this type of dancing for a reason. They were in sync with one another.

“Well I'm impressed, Charming.” I grinned before he gently spun me out and away from his chest then back into his embrace. My mouth parted opened realizing that our noses were brushing up against each other and we could feel the others breathe on our face by how close we physically were.

David blinked his eyes softly whispering my name. “Renae.” He started to lean forward where I thought he was about to kiss me till another woman's voice enters the room.

“David!”

“Mary Margaret.” Her husband quickly separated from me where I bent my head down blushing a deep very red not expecting someone to find us here.

David's wife crossed the room coming over to me and growled in my face. “I want you to listen to me, Renae. Stay away from my husband, do you hear me? He's mine, not yours.”

“Mary Margaret, I promise nothing is going on between us.” I attempted to reassure the woman before me now.

She scowled at me, spinning on her feet. “It doesn't look that way to me. So this is my one warning. Stay away from my husband before I have to involve the mayor.”

“What have I ever done to her.” I muttered to myself watching her closely walk out of the room with David leaving me and my daughter there, confused on how she even knew we were here in the first place.

“Subjects of the Enchanted Forest we are overjoyed to announce that we are pregnant with our first child.” I grinned standing in the center of the room wearing a golden crown on my head with my husband standing right by my side. “According to Doc we are going to be having two beautiful children rather than just one.”

Everyone in the crowd began clapping and cheering at our happy news while Charming and I intertwined our hands together where he planted a kiss to the side of my head seconds before the main doors to the grand room busted open showing us Snow White strolling into the room. “This was supposed to be my life, Stilskin. And you stole it from me.” She stomped down the aisle glaring at us once she was standing directly in front of us with the whole crowd watching what was about to happen next.

“Snow, what are you talking about? I saved your life. I helped you escape the Evil queen's huntsman.”

The princess clasped her hands together in front of her. “Indeed you did. Except what you don't know is that before he died my father had declared I am to marry your prince Charming. I kept waiting and waiting until I found out the rumor that you're father the Dark One had made a different arrangement with King George and just like that my fairytale ending was over.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. There were never ever rumors about the realm like that.” Glancing between her and my husband something wasn’t adding up. “If you want vengeance then what do you plan on doing to us?”

Snow stepped up onto the platform causing me and Charming to take a few steps backwards from her. “I have a gift for you. My gift to you is this happy, happy day. But tomorrow, my real work begins. You’ve made your vows, now I make mine. Soon, everything you love, everything all of you love, will be taken from you. Forever. And out of your suffering, will rise my victory. I shall destroy your happiness, if it is the last thing I do.” She spun on her heels stomping towards the door about to just walk out of the room until.

“Hey!” Charming throws his sword at her, but she dissipates in a strange cloud of purple smoke before it hits her. He warmed me watching me pick up the ends of my dress despite my growing pregnant belly and walking over to where Snow White previously stood. “Jaide, be careful.”

“Charming, come here. I think I found something.” I waved him over noticing a lock of black hair on the tile floor.

He came to my aid picking it up and handing it to me with such confusion. “A hair. What's so special about that?”

“Because I have a hunch that it wasn't really Snow. But the Evil Queen herself.” I explained clutching the small hair in the palm of my hand. Dropping my other hand I felt a kick against my stomach making my attention go elsewhere. “Oh!”

My husband asked full of concern. “Are you okay?”

“The babies are kicking. Just - can you hold me?” I whisper to him hearing whispering from the large crowd of guests behind us all worried just as we are. Charming gently wrapped his arms around my waist as much as he physically could with the pregnancy. Laying my head against his chest I knew there was only one person who could give us the answers, my father.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[saturdaymorning90skid]

My main influences for my book (that I want to turn into an anime and manga) are Steven Universe, ‘90s shoujo anime (especially Sailor Moon and CLAMP), and Japanese mythology. Also, I like to give the story a fairy tale flair; like I said, I’m trying to create something that has the same effect on modern audiences that movies like Snow White and The Wizard of Oz had on people living through the Great Depression. All of this coalesces into one girly-ass book.

[cyberneticcreations58blog]

[madcat-world]

From anndr

Snow Queen and Fire Knight

[boypr1ncesss]

also their restock more than doubled the amount of shoujo they have so it should go without saying that i'm thrilled by it

[unalivejournal]

Hi my name is Gawain Son of King Lot of Orkney and I have a long red cloak and green silk girlde with gold streaks that ties around my waist and an earthy brown beard like the barren wasteland I traverse and a lot of people tell me I look like King Arthur (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Morgan Le Fay but I wish I was because she's a major fucking hottie. I'm Arthur's nephew but my physical and mental abilities are lacking. I have a strong sense of chivalry. I'm also a knight, and I go to a magic castle called King Arthur's court in Camelot where I'm the youngest of the knights (my age is unknown). I'm a member of the high table (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly red. I love Bertalik of Hautdesert and his wife and I buy all my clothes from them. For example today I was wearing a brown mantle with matching embroidery around it and a green silk chastity belt girdle, King Solomon's pentangle and a green tunic. I was wearing no lipstick, red and gold arms, black boots and a red ring. I was walking towards the Green Chapel. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was depressed about. The Green Knight pretended to swing his axe at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

[sixeyesonathiel]

very niche drabble from my drafts but honestly i would die without posting anything new in a day so i hope y'all will like this and see the vision LMAO, will have different parts <3 since lyra have pointed it out, just saying now that the reader is the cashier :D

isekai'd as game protag nerdjo x isekai'd as saintess npc reader, fluff.

the sunlight catches in your hair again.

satoru doesn’t mean to look. really. he doesn’t. but it’s kind of impossible not to when it glows like that—when every strand shimmers gold in the light of the descending sun like threads spun from divinity itself. it’s almost offensive, honestly. like the devs knew exactly what they were doing when they coded your idle animation to lean forward with a hum and tuck a loose wisp behind your ear just so.

he shifts his weight from one boot to the other, arms crossed, mouth tight, trying to look casual and not like he’s completely entranced by the way the snow melts before it even touches you.

he shouldn't be staring. he shouldn't want to.

because he already has a crush.

back home—real home—there’s a girl who works at the little corner store where he always buys his merch and energy drinks and plastic gacha keychains. she wears cute earrings. remembers his name. slips extra digimon stickers into his bag when she thinks he’s not looking.

he can’t seem to recall what she looked like, probably because of this whole isekai thing but he was sure about one thing. he was going to ask for her number, eventually. probably. maybe. someday.

but still he could not peel his gaze away.

you’re kneeling by a bed of bluebells—early bloom, thanks to your passive skill, blessing of spring. soft petals brush against your fingertips as you gently trace the outline of each flower, humming a song he’s pretty sure isn’t in the game’s ost. a small smile plays on your lips. the world around you feels alive in a way it never did when he played this on his old console—birds chirp too realistically, snowflakes glint too sharply, the wind carries your voice just enough to tease at the edge of his hearing.

and he’s just standing there. holy sword at his side. cape slightly crooked. heart lodged firmly in his throat.

“you’re staring again,” their rogue probably says behind him. maybe it’s their archer this time. he doesn’t hear. or rather—he refuses to.

because how the hell is he supposed to focus on defeating the demon king when you smile like that?

he’s the hero now. the chosen one. satoru gojo, level 99 celestial knight. maxed-out stats in everything that mattered: strength, speed, light magic resistance, charisma so broken it’s been nerfed twice since launch. and yet here he is—still taking psychic damage from the way your lashes flutter when you blink at him.

he’s been here for weeks ever since dozing off in a middle of some cutscene. isekai’d straight into his favorite game—celestial hearts: divine war of fate—which was absolutely not supposed to be a dating sim. it was about strategy and honor and battle mechanics. not about feelings or pretty saintess girls in glowing white cloaks and soothing voices who keep patting his head when he looks tired.

“sir gojo?” you say gently, glancing over your shoulder at him, smile soft and patient.

your eyes catch the light and sparkle—sparkle, literally sparkle. like someone turned the shader settings all the way up just for you. “you look flushed. are you feeling alright?”

“y–yeah,” he says, cracking audibly. god. why did his voice do that. he clears his throat. straightens up. resets his face to what he thinks is a neutral, knightly expression. “must be the sun. y’know. too hot.”

you blink. your lips part in polite confusion, and you glance up at the sky.

“but it’s snowing.”

“…right.”

his hands twitch at his sides, fingers flexing restlessly in his gloves. damn this game. damn the developers. damn their incredible, stupid attention to detail. your hands—bare, of course—hover over the flowers again, cupping one like a tiny offering. your sleeves fall past your wrists, white and gold embroidery catching the breeze. he knows your bio by heart: “saintess of the divine spring, miracle maiden of light,” the usual npc flavor text. maxed healing. high affinity scores. probably a tragic backstory somewhere in your questline.

but none of that mentioned how your laugh sounds like windchimes strung across heaven’s gate.

“sir gojo,” you say again, standing now, brushing imaginary dust and flower petals from your skirts. your movements are dainty, practiced, but your brows draw slightly inward with genuine concern. “you’ve been standing still for a while. are you sure you’re not overheating?”

his cape flutters awkwardly in the wind. his fingers go rigid. he can’t even blink.

girl. please.

he opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again, as if maybe this time something normal will come out.

“maybe i’m…” his voice trails off as he wills his brain to function. “overheating from your… divine radiance?”

the words leave him like a spell miscast.

a pregnant pause.

then—your eyes go wide. your lips twitch. and you laugh.

not a dainty giggle this time, but a laugh. soft and delighted and surprised all at once, curling from your throat like a melody no bard could replicate. you lift your sleeve to hide your smile, cheeks faintly pink—not blushing, no, the game probably just coded you to respond to compliments with a heat shader—

he’s going to die.

he’s actually going to drop dead right here in the middle of a flower field over a non-playable character.

somewhere deep in the forest, a bowstring snaps with unnecessary violence. someone—probably the mage—lets out a strangled, exhausted noise of pure despair.

satoru barely notices. he’s busy fighting for his life.

you’re still smiling at him. the wind rustles the bluebells. your hair glows like god’s personal sunbeam. the scene is perfect. it looks like a damn cg cut-in. he expects text to pop up any second with your name and some sappy line like “i’m glad you’re here, brave knight.”

but instead you just say, softly, with an amused little tilt of your head, “you’re strange, sir gojo.”

“i get that a lot,” he mumbles.

and somehow, impossibly, you smile brighter.

he has to beat the demon king. return to his world. back to traffic, vending machines, anime reruns, and microwaved curry. back to a life without hand-drawn skies and snow that melts against your skin and the way you say his name like it’s a blessing.

but you’re looking at him now like he’s the one glowing.

and satoru thinks—maybe. maybe just a little longer.

a few more days of fumbling compliments, of you laughing at his dumb jokes, of trying not to combust every time your hands brush his.

a few more days of your soft voice calling him “sir gojo” like you don’t even realize you’ve already enchanted him more deeply than any demon ever could.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Master Post 3 Link

Completed AUs Master Post Link

NSFW (+18 ) Link

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 12/25/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 3.

(Updated as of 06/05/2025: Stop onOne-Shots: The Fib: Part 1)

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

Child Support

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

Demon and Angel Brat

Single Dad

Jason's Doll

Misplace Baby

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

The Audit

Why Ten?

Cluster of Cores

Demon Head Slightly to the left

Danny Fenton's Ex

New Management

Billy's Parents

Phone a friend

Super Robin

Cassandra's Curse in Gotham

Marriage Trap the Office Supplier!

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

The cinnamon roll's son

One hell of a good Bellhop

Lights and Camera

One-Shots

Red Yummy

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

Corporate Rivals

Rude Kryptonian

Ecto-Specialist

Side Hustle

Copyright

Love at first (club) meeting

Catnip for heroes

Old Friends

Danny the Nanny

Lights and Camera

Hot Wings

The ones who got away

Vanishing Bookstore

Petal to the metal

Lover Boy

PenPal

Fishbowl Bones

Unwanted House Guest

The Roommate

Missing Half

Danny's Did you Know?

Yeti's orders.

Who's Child is this?

Requests

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Nightowl Appartement

The one with Sunset Hair

The lost In-Laws

The Lady and The Dad

Big Brother does not approve

Gotham's star and Shadow

Pride in Gotham

Revenant Prompt

The King and his Not-Knight

Contestant Number 3

The Lost son of the Bat

AroAce Danny

Extended Family

Master Post 3 Index

Mult-parts

Passion for Fashion

Alley Boyfriends

Mr. Flavor

Freelance Inventor

The Summoned Demon

One-shots

You ARE the father

The Good Luck Charm

To be Human Again

Travel Buddy

Shift

A little bit of Home

New Money

Beyond the Grave

Lex Luthor's annoyance

Die with a smile

Cold Case

Online Siren

The End and the Beginning

Damian's (not) real friend

Family Bonding

Gotham Gossip

The old Switcharoo

A Pen Pal's Duty

Gamer Boy

Rent-A-Scandal

Silver Tongue Snake

Pin-Man and the Merry Metal Makers

Burst Your Bubble

The Contingency Plan

What's Your Poison?

The cousin

Tax Bracket

Not my Business

The Fib

Request

Access Granted

Skulker's Past

Surviving Babysitting

The Twins

Echo's Dad

The Artifact Repair Man

Flip of A coin

New Neighbors

Over and Over again

The West Wing

Never the Bride

The Masters Boy

Starstruck

My Lost little song

The Hostage Prince

John's Mask

COMPLETED AUS MASTER POST INDEX

The Bakery is a Front!....right?

Cave Boy

The Adoptive Son

Alfred's Boy

[eklaize]

Book recs?

Hey capri community! I would love to hear some book recs from you! Setting: prefer fantasy/otherworldly/period over the real current world.

Gender doesn't really matter, there can be romance and spice (slowburn is always fun). Can have darker topics if done well.

Most importantly I really want to feel what the characters experience. Can be love/deep connection, fear/panic or whatever emotion but I want to gasp or laugh when reading… It's really hard to describe.

Pacat gave all that to me, but it's hard to find in other books so far. (Freya's A Marvellous Light was one of the ones that managed to do it, the second book less so tho, haven't read the third yet.)

So if anyone has a recommendation, please drop it in the comments. 👉👈 ----------------------------------------

EDIT: OMG thank you so much for all the recommendations! I compiled them in alphabetical order, so other people can refer to the list in case they need a recommendation as well:

A-Z (☑ read / ☐ not yet read /📜 currently reading)

☐ A Ballad for slayers & Monsters - Rita A Rubin ☐ A bone in his teeth - Kellen Graves ☐ A Gentleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel - KJ Charles ☐ A Master of Djinn - P. Djeli Clark ☐ A Spear cuts through water - Simon Jimenez ☐ A Strange and Stubborn Endurance - Foz Meadows ☐ A taste of Gold and Iron - Alexandria Rowland ☐ All for the game - Nora Sakavic ☐ Angels & man - Nicolás Rafael ☐ Angels before man - Nicolás Rafael ☐ Ballad of Sword and Wine: Qiang Jin Jiu -Tang Jiu Qing ☐ Beacon Hill Sorcerer series -Sheena Jolie ☐ Blood Over Bright Haven - M. L. Wang ☐ Crier's War - Nina Varela ☑ Dark Rise - C.S.Pacat ☐ Glitterland - Alexis Hall ☐ Heaven Official's Blessing Mo Xiang Tong Xiu ☐ Iron Breakers Trilogy - Zaya Feli ☐ Long Live Evil - Sarah Rees Brennan ☐ Lymond Chronicles - Dorothy Dunnett ☐ Iron Widow - Xiran Jay Zhao ☐ Murderbot Series - Martha Wells ☐ Nightrunner Series - Lynn Flewelling ☐ of Knights and Books - Rita A Rubin ☐ Parasol Protectorate - Gail Carriger ☑ Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon ☐ Realm of the Elderlings/Farseer Trilogy - Robin Hobb ☐ Reforged - Seth Haddon ☐ Rose of the Prophet Cycle - Margret Weis/Tracy Hickmann ☐ Scum villain's self saving system - Mo Xiang Tong Xiu ☐ Shades of Magic -V.E. Schwab ☐ Silver Blood - TL Morgan ☐ Simon Snow Trilogy - Rainbow Rowell ☐ Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo ☐ Skulduggery pleasant - Derek Handy ☑ Something Human - AJ Demas ☑ Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller ☐ Song of the bullrider - Alex "Muun" Singer ☐ Swordcrossed -Freya Marske ☐ Sword Dance -A.J. Demas ☐ The Alexander Trilogy - Mary Renault ☐ The Binding - Bridget Collins ☐ The Crossroads trilogy - Kate Elliott 📜 The Darkness Outside Us - Eliot Schrefer ☐ The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison ☐ The Grandmaster of demonic cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi) - Mo Xiang Tong Xiu ☑ The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee ☐ The Hair Carpet Weavers Andreas Eschenbach ☐ The Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard ☐ The husky and his white cat - Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou (check TW) ☐ The Hyperion Cantos - Dan Simmons ☑ The Last Binding Trilogy - Freya Marske ☐ The Left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin ☐ The Magpie Ballads- Vale Aida ☐ The Magpie Lord Series- Kj Charles ☐ The Prince's Psalm - Eric Shaw Quinn ☐ The Queen's thief - Megan Whalen Turner ☐ The Queer Principles of Kitt Webb - Cat Sebastian ☐ The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater ☑ The Rifter Series - Ginn Hale ☐ The Scottish Boy - Alex de Campi ☑ The Tarot Sequence Series - K.D. Edwards (check TW) ☐ The Traitor Baru Cormorant -Seth Dickinson ☐ The Winner's Curse - Marie Rutkoski ☐ Tiger, Tiger - Petra Erika Nordlund (Webcomic) ☐ Will Darling Adventures - KJ Charles ☑ Winter’s orbit - Everina Maxwell ☐ Untamed - Anna Cowan