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This story idea is a sprawling crossover blending various characters, mythologies, and themes. Here's a brief synopsis tying the diverse elements into an epic tale:

"Elena of Capcom: The Multiversal Convergence"

In a world where mystical energies collide with the advanced technologies of Sega and Capcom, a cosmic anomaly called the Moon Drop Convergence threatens to merge dimensions, unleashing chaos across all realities. The antagonist, Pink Chrome Metal Sonic Girl, a rogue AI infused with dark celestial energy, leads an army of corrupted mechanized beings. Alongside her are the cunning bounty hunter Jynx the Wanderer, and the battle-hardened duo, Mighty Armadillo and Espio Chameleon, manipulated into joining her cause.

The Heroes Assemble

The convergence pulls heroes from across worlds to stop the catastrophe:

Elena: The graceful Capoeira master from Street Fighter who brings harmony and a connection to the earth’s energy.

Sean and Blanka: Fighters who represent resilience and raw strength, offering tactical prowess and primal power.

T. Hawk and the Masked Luchador: Warriors of tradition, blending their cultural roots and unyielding spirit to inspire their team.

Chanel Black Cat: A cunning and glitching enchanter who weaves spells through digital magic, connecting the multiversal threads.

Dani Moonstar: A mutant shaman with ties to mystical realms, wielding her psychic arrows and tiger spirit.

Selena Gomez as Alex Russo: Reviving her magical roots, she returns as a reluctant but resourceful wizard with an arsenal of clever spells.

The Civilian Allies

Among the chaos, a team of extraordinary "ordinary" people lend their support:

Bad Bunny, Daddy Yankee, and Darling (Gooneychnga the Rap Boca): Musicians turned freedom fighters, using their lyrical talents and charm to rally resistance movements.

Karol G: The fierce mermaid princess from Ariel’s lineage, commanding the oceans and wielding aquatic magic.

Clairo: A dreamy singer whose voice unlocks hidden powers in enchanted artifacts.

Shakira: The Mouseketeer warrior, using rhythmic agility and a blade imbued with lunar energy.

Sunspot (Bobby): A fiery mutant who amplifies his powers to light the way in the darkest moments.

Firestar: A Latina Nu-Mutant who ignites the battlefield with radiant flames.

The Sega Cameos

Joining from the Sega dimension are Espio the Chameleon, whose stealth and ninja skills provide critical intelligence, and Vector the Crocodile, bringing raw muscle and investigative expertise.

The Moon Drop Girl

The key to resolving the Convergence is Moon Drop, a mysterious hybrid of Chao and human with ethereal beauty and immense power. With her moon-sickle halo and bright dark amber-yellow eyes, she holds the secrets to sealing the dimensional rift. However, her innocence makes her vulnerable, and the team must protect her from Pink Chrome Metal Sonic Girl’s clutches.

The Final Showdown

In the climactic battle, the heroes confront the antagonist on a celestial battlefield where reality bends and shifts. Alex Russo, combining her wizardry with Dani Moonstar’s spiritual connection, creates a portal to counter the convergence. Meanwhile, Elena, Blanka, and T. Hawk hold the front line against Pink Chrome Metal Sonic Girl’s army.

Karol G summons a tidal wave, Clairo’s song disarms the enemy, and Shakira’s lunar blade delivers the final blow to the rogue AI. The combined efforts of Selena Gomez, Dani Moonstar, and Moon Drop close the convergence, restoring balance.

Aftermath

The dimensions are saved, but bonds are forged across worlds. Moon Drop chooses to remain as a bridge between realities, while the team vows to defend against future threats. Their unity proves that no matter where they come from, the spirit of heroism transcends dimensions.

Would you like me to expand any specific part of the story or develop individual character arcs?

Here is a list of notable Latino Marvel heroes and their contributions to the Marvel Universe:

Latino Marvel Heroes

America Chavez (Miss America)

Real Name: America Chavez

Powers: Super strength, flight, interdimensional travel by creating star-shaped portals.

Heritage: Puerto Rican (from a utopian parallel dimension).

Notable Stories: Member of Young Avengers, Ultimates, and West Coast Avengers.

Fun Fact: America is an openly LGBTQ+ character and a trailblazer for representation in comics.

Robbie Reyes (Ghost Rider)

Real Name: Roberto "Robbie" Reyes

Powers: Possessed by the Spirit of Eli Morrow; transforms into Ghost Rider with superhuman strength, invulnerability, and a Hellfire-powered car.

Heritage: Mexican-American.

Notable Stories: Member of Avengers; his Ghost Rider adaptation introduced a fresh, urban take on the character.

Sunspot

Real Name: Roberto da Costa

Powers: Absorbs solar energy to gain super strength, flight, and energy projection.

Heritage: Brazilian.

Notable Stories: Founding member of the New Mutants and a leader of X-Force.

White Tiger

Real Name: Hector Ayala (Original White Tiger); Angela del Toro; Ava Ayala

Powers: Super strength, agility, and enhanced senses from the mystical Tiger Amulet.

Heritage: Puerto Rican.

Notable Stories: Ava Ayala (the most recent White Tiger) is a member of The Mighty Avengers.

Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Real Name: Miles Morales

Powers: Spider-like abilities similar to Peter Parker, plus invisibility and bio-electric venom blasts.

Heritage: African-American and Puerto Rican.

Notable Stories: Protagonist of Ultimate Spider-Man and into the Spider-Verse films.

Anya Corazon (Spider-Girl/Arana)

Real Name: Anya Sofia Corazon

Powers: Wall-crawling, enhanced strength, and agility; later gains spider-like carapace armor.

Heritage: Mexican and Puerto Rican.

Notable Stories: Operates as Spider-Girl in New York, eventually joining The Young Allies.

Firebird

Real Name: Bonita Juarez

Powers: Fire manipulation, flight, and immunity to toxins and radiation.

Heritage: Mexican.

Notable Stories: Member of The Rangers and ally of the Avengers.

Nova (Sam Alexander)

Real Name: Samuel Alexander

Powers: Super strength, flight, and energy manipulation as part of the Nova Corps.

Heritage: Mexican-American.

Notable Stories: A young hero following in his father’s footsteps as a Nova Corps member.

Living Lightning

Real Name: Miguel Santos

Powers: Turns into living lightning, allowing energy manipulation, super speed, and flight.

Heritage: Mexican-American.

Notable Stories: Former member of the Avengers and The Rangers.

Reptil

Real Name: Humberto Lopez

Powers: Can transform parts of his body into dinosaur-like forms.

Heritage: Mexican-American.

Notable Stories: Known from Avengers Academy and Marvel’s Heroes Reborn.

Cecilia Reyes

Real Name: Cecilia Reyes

Powers: Generates a protective bio-field around her body.

Heritage: Puerto Rican.

Notable Stories: A reluctant hero and medical doctor for the X-Men.

Victor Mancha

Real Name: Victor Mancha

Powers: Technologically enhanced; controls metal and electricity.

Heritage: Latino (mother was Mexican).

Notable Stories: Member of the Runaways.

Echo (Maya Lopez)

Real Name: Maya Lopez

Powers: Mimics any physical action she observes, making her a formidable fighter.

Heritage: Native American (Cheyenne) and Latina.

Notable Stories: Adopted by Daredevil and Ronin personas; recently featured in Hawkeye on Disney+.

Would you like details on any of these characters or suggestions for stories involving them?

This level of interconnected lore and exciting new character developments adds even more intrigue to the film. Let’s delve into how these elements can be integrated into the Talisman storyline, as well as the broader Marvel-Disney cinematic universe:

America Chavez’s Cameo

Role in the Film: America Chavez (played by Xochitl Gomez) appears in a critical scene where Dani Moonstar and Magik are trapped in a collapsing dimension. Using her multiverse-jumping powers, America creates a portal to guide them to safety.

Connection to the Plot:

America senses the dimensional disturbances caused by the vengeful spirits and arrives to investigate.

Her brief interaction with Dani hints at a potential team-up in future Young Avengers or New Mutants projects.

Easter Egg: During her cameo, America mentions a strange energy signature she encountered, teasing a connection to Doctor Strange or Secret Wars.

Dora’s Marvel Transition

Introduction of Dora: The mysterious character "Dora" is revealed to be a Marvel reimagining of a beloved animated character transitioning into the superhero genre. Dora could be reintroduced as a bold Latina explorer with newfound mutant abilities tied to geography and time manipulation.

Role in Talisman:

Dora joins Dani and Magik, using her powers to navigate the ghost town and unearth its hidden secrets.

Her character bridges childhood nostalgia with the Marvel universe’s deeper lore, appealing to both younger and older audiences.

Sophia the First and the Kingdom Hearts Connection

Sophia as a Teenager:

The grown-up version of Sophia (played by a young actress like Jenna Ortega) makes a brief appearance as a magical ally who provides crucial information to Dani and Magik.

Sophia’s character hints at her evolution into a Kingdom Hearts-style Disney warrior, combining royal heritage with mystical abilities.

Kingdom Hearts Movie Teaser:

Sophia drops the name “Kiraara” or “Lila,” a new Disney-Japanese manga-inspired princess.

This character, accompanied by her magic dance companion Rei, can jump into stories, setting the stage for a cinematic crossover between Disney princesses and the Kingdom Hearts universe.

The teaser could include a glimpse of iconic Kingdom Hearts elements, like the Keyblade or familiar characters like Sora and Kairi.

Kiraara or Lila: The Manga-Inspired Disney Princess

Design and Abilities:

Kiraara/Lila is a magical dancer with powers tied to storytelling, allowing her to physically enter and reshape tales through her movements.

Rei, her companion, acts as her protector and guide, combining graceful dance techniques with powerful combat skills.

Their aesthetic combines traditional Japanese kimono designs with modern Disney princess flair.

Role in Future Projects:

Her introduction teases a larger Disney cinematic universe involving Japanese manga-inspired storytelling and crossovers with Marvel and Kingdom Hearts.

Impact on the Marvel-Disney Universe

The inclusion of America Chavez, Dora, Sophia, and Kiraara/Lila broadens the appeal of Talisman and sets up exciting possibilities:

America Chavez: Strengthens connections to Marvel’s multiverse storylines.

Dora: Brings in nostalgia for younger audiences and represents a culturally rich Marvel hero.

Sophia the First: Bridges Disney magic with the Marvel universe, hinting at larger crossover potential.

Kiraara/Lila: Introduces manga-inspired aesthetics to Disney’s cinematic universe, potentially revitalizing the Kingdom Hearts franchise.

Would you like further details about these characters, their potential arcs, or how they might connect to future Marvel or Disney projects?

This addition adds another layer of excitement and cultural richness to the Talisman movie. Let’s flesh out how Nelly Furtado’s song, her cameo, and the inclusion of Amara’s character elevate the movie:

Nelly Furtado’s Debut Song and Cameo

Nelly Furtado contributes a powerful and ethereal track for the movie’s soundtrack, titled “Luz y Sombra” (Light and Shadow). The song reflects the movie’s themes of resilience, identity, and finding strength in the darkest of moments.

Song Description:

A haunting blend of acoustic guitar, indigenous rhythms, and orchestral elements, transitioning into an empowering anthem.

Lyrics that explore balancing inner light and darkness, resonating with Dani Moonstar and Amara's struggles.

Cameo Appearance:

Nelly plays herself, performing at a mystical event hosted by the local community to honor their ancestors.

The performance takes place in the ghost town’s only surviving structure, a centuries-old church illuminated by hundreds of candles and decorated with vibrant papel picado banners.

Her song ignites the spirits’ memories, providing a crucial turning point for the characters.

Amara’s Role in the Movie

The fan-favorite mutant Amara Aquilla, also known as Magma, makes a triumphant return to the Marvel universe. Played by a surprise guest (rumored to be a prominent Disney Channel star or a beloved telenovela actress from Disney Latin America), Amara plays a pivotal role:

Backstory: Amara, who has been living in exile due to the uncontrollable nature of her volcanic powers, becomes a guide for Dani and Magik as they navigate the haunted burial grounds.

Character Arc: Her journey mirrors the themes of the movie, as she learns to channel her fiery abilities in harmony with the earth's energy, helping the team escape the vengeful spirits.

Rumored Cast Expansion

Michelle Rodriguez’s Feature Debut: Michelle Rodriguez is rumored to play a new mutant character tied to the Eldritch spirits—possibly a descendant of their original guardian. She is portrayed as a fierce warrior with the ability to manipulate obsidian and lava, tying her powers to Amara’s.

Amara’s Actress: Speculation surrounds several potential candidates:

Isabela Merced: Known for her strong performances and ability to balance vulnerability and power.

Danna Paola: A telenovela star with the charisma to bring Amara’s fiery personality to life.

Impactful Moments in the Movie

The Event: The movie’s pivotal scene takes place at a vibrant Día de los Muertos celebration in the ghost town. Nelly Furtado’s performance sets the emotional tone, blending sorrow for the past with hope for the future.

Amara’s Stand: In a visually stunning sequence, Amara uses her powers to create a path through the burial ground while Dani’s courage inspires the spirits to let go of their anger.

Michelle’s Character Reveal: In a dramatic twist, Michelle’s character sacrifices herself to seal the spirits in the ground, ensuring their rest and the safety of the living.

Fan Service and Easter Eggs

Nelly’s performance features a cameo by Disney Channel Mexico’s Amara actress, hinting at her deeper connection to the X-Men universe.

During the credits, a montage teases Amara’s integration into the New Mutants lineup and potential spinoffs involving Magik, Dani, and Kate Bishop.

This combination of musical brilliance, nostalgic characters, and cultural depth sets the stage for Talisman to resonate with both Marvel fans and broader audiences. Would you like the focus expanded on Nelly’s performance, Amara’s character development, or Michelle Rodriguez’s rumored role?

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For Thalia x Hawke 😏😈

What is something they find hot about the other? How would they describe one another. Who teases who? What about?

THAWKE THAWKE THAWKE the most mediocre ship of them all

What is something they find hot about the other?

Thalia finds Hawke's big muscly body hot. LMAO. Also he does have a handsome face; it is enhanced by the beard, however.

I think it might be weird to say "Hawke is more attracted to her personality" but to some degree I think that's true. I think he finds it hot that she's a smart and rational person despite all the insanity she's been through. That's hard to pull off, he should know!

That said, I think he does like a redhead. He thinks the short hair suits her better than the long and makes her look very cute. (This is especially interesting to me because both Cullen and Blackwall think it's sort of a travesty she cut her hair after Trespasser – something something Hawke is more likely accept her after everything she's been through? IDK)

How would they describe one another.

Thalia: In love with his own tragedy.

Hawke: A woman of singular poise.

Who teases who? What about?

I think they both tease each other about various things; I think this is sort of interesting that it comes up when they're both being too serious? Like they're not precious about each other's failings haha – I think that's definitely a departure for Thalia because she lionized the other two men in her life in various ways. She doesn't have stars in her eyes when it comes to Hawke – I think because they've walked in similar shoes.

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he is so dumb and i hate him

[sunasbon]

۶ৎ riding ceo! sylus who’s manspread out on the high fashioned black leather couch, the sagging springs creaked and scratching against the wood floors boards underneath — as the kaleidoscope of colors streamed through just off the skyline, tenth floor of the site. your thighs were starting to ache a bit, the sight of the exquisitely guiltiness of the angry flushed dick sawing in out of your pussy.

— the stretch was so deliciously so good . . . . pure heaven on cloud nine to its fullness, feeling his pelvis rutting againist your clit with a lewd thawk, grasping at the sides of your hips to meet his downwards thrusts sent zig zags through your spine.

‘… sylus. . f- fuck!, your killing me..’

sylus brows knitted together, shimmering of sweat gathered at his forehead as you rolled your hips in figure eights for the tenth time or so it felt like, you were his secretary steaming a freshly brewed coffee, filling out his important paperwork for those executive meetings he goes off to for a few hours — with you at your desk always completing the stack of white paper in a pile to finish for the night was a fucking drag.

‘hah — sweetie.. you feel good.. on top of me of course.

pornographic moans and groans bouncing off the walls of the office corridors, where anyone could walk into those extravagant enormous heavy doors just a few feet away or perhaps here, your hand were clutching at his board shoulder to maintain your balance against his hips rutted upwards into yours

— the stretch was so deliciously so good . . . . pure heaven on cloud nine to its fullness, feeling his pelvis rutting againist your clit with a lewd thawk, grasping at the sides of your hips to meet his downwards thrusts sent zig zags through your spine. a low groan torn from his throat, at the sight of your the ways your eyes went back into your skull till you saw white, or was it the exquisite feeling of your pussy clutching down onto of as if it was your last.

sylus grasping the column of the back of your neck, his tongue licking a stripe upwards where beads of sweat had formed made you left a breathy moan underneath his hold, the snowy trenches of his hair sticking to his forehead like glue — as you’d clawed at his back, his beefy muscles clasping around your body as he starts rutting into your hips at a faster pace, rolling his hips in a circular fashion. it was way too good to be true.

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Vocabulary List for Fight Scenes

Combat Actions

Hoist

Dart/Dash

Deflect

Shield

Sidestep

Snatch up

Stalk

Stamp/stomp

Stretch

Stride

Wagger

Oust

Leap

Lose ground

Mimick

Mirror

Negate

Overpower

Parry

Rear to full height

Resurgate

Suanter

Seize

Take cover

Throttle

Twirl

Unleash

Withdraw

Entwine

Flee

Gain ground

Grasp

Cling to

Breach

Duck

Dodge

Hits

Amputate

Bloody

Carbe

Castrate

Collision

Connect

Crush

Defenestrate

Destroy

Disfigure

Dismember

Dissever

Grind

Maul

Perforate

Rend

Riddle with holes

Saw

Smack

Splatter

Sunder

Torn Asunder

Traumatize

Whack

Writhe

Gut

Hammer

Maim

Mangle

Plow

Puncture

Melee

Assault

Attack

Barrage

Bash

Belebor

Bludgeon

Carve

Chop

Cleave

Clio

Club

Crosscut

Dice

DIg

Gore

Hack

Impale

Jab

Kick

Knock

Onsalught

Pierce

Plnt

Punch

Rive

Shove

Skewer

Slice

Smash

Stab

Strike

Sweep

Swipe

Swing

Transfix

Thrust

Visual Flair

Agony

Asphyxiate

Chock

Cough up bile

Cut to ribbons

Flop limply

Fractue

Freckled with blood

Gouts of blood

Grimane

Hemorrhage

Hiccup blood

Imprint

Indent

Resounding

Retch

Rip

rupture

Shiny with gore

Spew

Splash

Slumped in despair

Splatter

Split

Tear

Topple

Void

Vomit

Wedge

With a fell gaze

With a fiendish grin

With blank surprise

Audible Flair

Bang

Barking

Bong

Boom

Crack

Cackle

Clang

Clash

Crash

Cry

Echo

Elicit a curse

Frunt

Hiss

Howel

Hum

Moan

Muttering

Whoosh

Whistle

Whizz

With a keening cry

Thud

Thunk

Thawk

Splat

Snarl

Swoosh

Squeal

Sing

Sickening Pop

Silintly

Shriek

Shout

Snap

Thundering

Effects

Blind

Burn

Cause frostbite

Cauterize

Concussion

Combust

Daze

Dazzle

Deafen

Disintegrate

Electrocute

Freeze

Fuse flesh

Immobilze

Incinerate

Melt

Pralyse

Petrify

Purbind

Radiate

Reduced to

Shock

Sightless

Stun

Transiluminate

Death Blows

Annihilate

Behead

Decapitate

Disembowel

Eviscerate

Extirpate

Murder

Obliterate

Raze

Exterminate

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the 'evil imposter' just wants to be a baker!

Prologue: The Foodie turned Imposter?!

Part 3: Mint Tea

[ part 2 ] || [ masterlist ] || [ part 4 ]

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After that bone chilling scream, what happened next was a blur. Vaguely you remembering forcing yourself to run to the windows, crashing through it as you landed outside and behind the headquarters of the knights of Favonious, you stared in fear when a purple hue shone above you, Lisa was ready to hurt you again with her electro powers but-

Thawk!

A flying chair was hurled towards her and hit her straight in the face! you would have laughed but the pain from being electrocuted made you cry, your body was shaking from the immense pain, Lisa was powerful despite what you saw in-game.

The next thing you knew, you heard footsteps and yells from approaching knights, you had nowhere else to go but. .

As Jean ran to the window, the last thing she saw was you, meeting your gaze for a moment and then. . you hurled yourself off the wall and into the lake that had surrounded mondstadt.

The winds that Stormterror brew was stronger than before, as if he was irked more than usual. Perhaps that was the cause of the presence of the imposter, someone so villainous to even try and imitate the divine. .

Still. .

terrified [color] eyes and cold gray blue eyes met only for a moment, the acting grandmaster faltered, hesitated for a moment to yell out orders when she felt something pierce her heart.

she clenched the fabric just above her chest, the pain lessened but it still lingered. . .

𓂃 ོ𓂃𓅩𓂃 ོ𓂃

Burning,

then drowning,

and last, darkness.

Those were the last things your body experienced before finally giving in.

Afraid, Sadness, Confusion. . betrayal.

Those were the feelings that haunted you in your final waking moments.

As you were unconscious, you were susceptible to the nightmares that formed from your experience, like you were trapped in that same scenario in that damned office.

Labelled as an imposter, your life almost being taken, and being struck by powerful lightning, or rather electro. The feeling of being struck by such. . otherworldly power, it felt like being burned and drowning all together at the same time. It left your muscles sore and stiff, you were sure the librarian's attacks would leave scars on your skin.

Stirring awake you sat up, you hadn't been unconscious for long as your clothes were still very much wet. In the struggle of fighting the waters to not drown, your cinnamoroll slippers were lost, perhaps now at the bottom of the lake. The only thing you had left was the same sword Jean pointed at you, the same sword she had almost used to take your life.

A part of you wanted to throw it, discard it some place she'd never be able to find. But you couldn't, not out of guilty but out of exhaustion and the need for a weapon to defend yourself with.

The winds caressed you gently, letting the tears that left your eyes be carried away by the wind.

What hope and respect you had for those characters seemed to slowly die, your comfort game now felt like a prison, it felt like you were in a survival game with all these odds stacked against you.

What crime did you commit to warrant your life to be targeted and taken away from your grasps?

You stomach growled, ah. . "I'm hungry. ." you hugged yourself as you sobbed, the overwhelming feelings you tried to hold back and bottle up were now surging from the broken damn that was your hope. That same hope that was shattered by the knights of favonious, by Jean and Lisa. You wondered if the other characters will treat you in a similar fashion, or maybe even worse.

You ended up falling asleep once again, from the hunger and exhaustion you felt from your very first day in the world you once felt comfort from. . what a pity.

In your tired and frantic state you had never noticed you were in the ruins of Stormterror's lair. The said dragon returning from who knows where, landing near your sleeping form, his neck craned as his head neared your body.

Eyes blinking every so often as he sniffed, although it was faint he could smell it. The smell of warmth and compassion the diving creator had for its land, weak, but it was there. And for Dvalin that was enough, he opened his mouth, and from it dozens of fish fell from it, forming a pile right beside you.

Your nose scrunched up at the smell of fish but you did not wake.

Satisfied Dvalin rested near you, head facing in your direction.

However numerous days and nights had past and you did not stir or wake from your slumber, Dvalin who had already been in a bad state as it is, lost control of his emotions and flew in a fury towards Mondstadt.

For they were the ones that caused you to fallen into such a depressive state. It was well with-in his rights as the dragon of the east to protect your honor as the [redacted]. So please, wake up, if you do not, you may end up dying once more. . .

𓂃 ོ𓂃𓅩𓂃 ོ𓂃

When you awoke Dvalin was gone, in the distance you could see the storms brewing from a far, in the direction you assumed that lead to mondstadt.

"Why. . why is there a pile of rotting fish beside me?" you wondered, fingers pinching your nose at the disgusting scent. The fish seemed to have been out for a few days already hence it was in a very undesirable state.

"There's not even a body of water in this ruins. ." you realized when the fish were salt water fish of all things. "God. ." your hand reached to brush through your greasy looks "how did I get here?" you wondered aloud, and of course nobody answered. You'd be more scared if there was.

Your stomach painfully twisted, your body was reaching it's breaking point due to the hunger. Eying the fish, you decided it was best to not risk it and so you began your descent from the ruins of the Dragon's lair. It was harder said than done due to the wind barriers and the lack of a wind glider meant that you had to climb down the infrastracture.

Which was a pain considering you woke up at the very top.

You were only halfway there when you stared at your bruised hand, [color] eyes squint at the shimmering liquid in your hands, barely noticeably, was it glitter? it was hard to tell with all the sweat that accumulated from your rock climbing.

You wiped your hands on your pajamas, as something caught your eyes from your peripheral vision. A statue of the seven. .

Cautiously you walked towards it, hands outstretched, hovering but never quite touching. What if touching it alerts Venti of your presence. . was he an ally or a foe. .

your arm fell limp on your side, you couldn't risk your life.

So in the end you turned your back to the statue as you began walking to a pillar you could easily climb done from. Your hands were aching, part of you screamed to touch the Statue so it could heal you if possible but you ignored it, choosing to endure it.

"Ah!-" you screamed as your grip loosened and you began to fall. You were headed towards the wind barriers, you shut your eyes tight as you brought your arms up to protect you face, fearing the worse!

Instead of getting cut by the fierce winds or being pushed back like what you had seen in game, all you felt was a gentle embrace. You opened your eyes slightly to find yourself floating down to the ground.

". . ."

without even questioning it, you dusted off your clothes and smile in relief. "Thank you to whoever is looking out for me. ." And, not wanting to waste anymore time, you looked around to scavenge for some ingredients, there you found an abandoned cooking station which you made sure to remember its location as you tried to find ingredients otherwise, what was the point of a cooking station if you didn't have any things to cook with?

you found some old utensils, mint, a pot, and calla lilies. Finding nothing else and being unable to kill birds for fowl and the fishes had been scared away you went back to the abandoned cooking station. You filled the pot with water from a nearby pond and boiled some mint in the water (the fire being provided by a nearby fire slime that had been nothing but accommodating for her strangely enough- and stuck beside you).

Sitting pretty on a crate you patiently waited for the tea to brew.

meanwhile. . .

"So there is an imposter that has defiled the lands. I see, this is very serious." Amber nodded in understanding as she, Kaeya and the traveller, Aether and their companion Paimon, had returned to the city after dealing with the temples that had been powering Dvalin.

Jean continued "Yes, although her status is unknown we must make sure to see to it with our very own eyes that the imposter has been dealt with." The blond haired traveller knew that 'dealth with' meant 'killed.' He felt a shiver, was Jean always this. . cruel? merciless?

"This will take precedence above all else. So Stormterror will have to wait." The acting grandmaster decided with shocked him.

Aether looked confused at the situation, an imposter? a creator? as far as he knew, this was a case of identity theft, did that constitute being killed on sight in this land? also, how was that more important than the crazy dragon that had been terrorizing the city for months?

Someone make it make sense for him.

Seeing his confused looks, Kaeya, who had been silent up until now, quietly explained to him the situation.

"In Teyvat, there is a being higher than the seven Archons. They are the divine creator. The origin of everything in this world, it is through them we exist, and it is to them we return in death." he explained in simpler terms.

Ah so the ultimate God, wait. . was that the unknown God that trapped him here?! and took his sister?!

"What do they look like?" Aether asked, trying to remain calm. It seemed that disrespecting this creator would end with him getting killed so he tried to act as neutral as possible. However if the divine creator was the one responsible for him being separated from his sister. .

not even the knights of Favonious will stop him.

"Let me show you," the captain offered "there is a statue made in the exact likeness of her excellency, or so I heard." he chuckled and guided him and Paimon out of the office. As he exited last, he glanced at the three that remained at the office, scheming and planning of ways to catch the so called imposter.

The Statue was located in an intimate area, it was smaller than the Anemo Archon's statue which towered over all in the city, just in front of the cathedral but the statue of the Great Creator made up for what it lacked in size with quality.

Aether stared at the statue that was erected behind the cathedral, he studied the well defined features of the statue and breath a sigh of relief upon realizing that the Great Creator and the Unknown God were not the same person.

And yet, "she seems. . familiar. I know this person." he frowned, facing morphing into a look of hopelessness and confusion until his eyes lit up with recognition. "Care to share traveler?" Kaeya patiently waited for his response.

"I saw her. When I was falling to Teyvat, I saw and heard her voice. ." Aether placed a hand on his chest, closing his eyes as he reminisced that distant memory. "She talked to me with so much sweetness and warmth. When I was in the beach, first waking up alone, I felt a presence, I'm sure it's her."

*He winced, clutching his head as unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time, memories flooded his mind. Memories of soaring through the skies, of falling to the ravenous oceans and being caught by a green haired warrior. . the feeling of being struck by lightning, holding someone in his arms as they drew his final breath-

"Aether!" Paimon floated beside her partner, small hands trying their best to comfort the traveller by rubbing his back or patting it. "are you okay?"

He did not answer, brows scrunching up as he panted, 'what was that?'

"I see." Kaeya's eyes shifted to the statue made in the Creator's image, he paid no heed to the fact that the traveler fell to the floor in a state of disarray.

"Why. . " Aether stood up, not entirely offended at the man's lack of care "why did they label them quickly as an imposter though? Wouldn't they first think it is the creator?" It was a reasonable point to brought up.

The blue haired knight hummed "it is because of an old prophecy that foretold the end of Teyvat, when an evil being that wears the face of the creator descends to bring chaos and trick the loyal followers of the Great Mother."

"How are you sure the prophecy is real or it is fulfilling though. . I mean, not all prohpecies are fulfilled. ." Paimon cautiously asked with a frown.

"True" the cavalier captain chuckled, yet it was humorless "but the fact that they showed up in Mondstadt, during the Stormterror's crisis. . when the city and its people is in a state of unrest. You can see why it led to this conclusion, right?"

Aether frowned at that, "it could have just been a coincidence." he defended.

"It could be, but it doesn't change how uneasy the people feel, they'll seek answers to why this whole situation is happening, for them it is easier to blame an 'imposter' of the divine Creator, which is an omen of destruction and misfortune."

Meanwhile you were sipping the improvised mint tea straight from the pot. It tasted spicy and bitter, a weird description but it worked well enough as you felt the burden on your stomach ease up. **

"This is going to be hard."

The Pyro slime that stayed by your side seemed to agree as it sorta nodded.

*Although when you were playing genshin impact, you progressed pass mondstadt and other nations, but upon returning to teyvat or getting 'isekai'd' time seemed to turn back to the starting point of the game. The memories of the residents of Teyvat were changed, yet the vision holders could remember your presence, your gifts (artifacts, weapons) and the strength you gave them. There will be characters who remember though, or partly so. **Funfact: there is a type of mint that specifically helps with staving off / delaying hunger (peppermint oil iirc), [name] applied that knowledge in this chapter because she couldn't find anything to fully help with her hunger.

also Teyvat is trying to keep you alive, hence when you were about to hit the wind barriers in stormterror's ruins you were able to pass through it without it hurting you and it (the wind barriers) helped break your fall.

Please pet Dvalin, and tell him he's a good boy (and don't mention how the fish had rot and you ended up disposing it. .)

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[wafflesrock16]

Shakarian Viking/Soulmate AU

Remember how I said this idea wouldn't leave me? I had to write it out. Who else wants Viking berserker Shepard and Anglo-Saxon prince Garrus? Below a the cut.

Shepard watched as Jarl Anderson lowered his torch, setting the brittle branches at the base of the pyre aflame. The scent of pitch and smoke filled her nostrils, the loud crack of timber breaking the stillness of the gathered group of watchers. They stood near enough to feel the heat of the fire on their faces as it consumed the wooden structure, red tongued flames licking at the platform and the shrouded form that lay atop it. 

“He’s in Valhalla, now,” she heard Kaidan murmur. “We should all be so lucky to die in glorious battle.”

Shepard frowned. Jenkins had only been raised to the berserkers the year prior. He had never voyaged to the havens. This was to be his first raid along the Widow Sea’s frontier. He had known the risks, as did all who ventured here. Still, his death sat like a heavy stone in the pit of Shepard’s stomach.

At least he didn’t have a soulmate tethered to his spirit. There’s no one feeling hollowed out with inconsolable grief back home. The reasoning did little to staunch her guilt; if anything it only made it worse since it caused her to feel grateful she didn’t have a soulmate, either. 

Shepard sighed. She was the berserker commander. Jenkins was her responsibility. She wasn’t a wet nurse, but she ought to have kept an eye on him; at least admonished him to stay out of the trees. The silver-barked forests in this region were deadly. Old enemies with eagle eyes and rapier-like claws favored the cover the thick woods offered. 

She turned away from the funerary pyre and the low, solemn chanting that had begun as fire swallowed Jenkins mortal body. Nobody stopped her as she strode away from the conflagration, back toward the longboats. She needed a moment alone with her thoughts without guilt crowding in on her.

 The turians know we’re here—they must have spied us well before we made landfall though bleed me if I know how. Shepard found herself walking past where the dragon-headed longships had been pulled up onto the beach, lost in consideration. We outnumber them, though they have the advantage of knowing the terrain. They also have at least one skilled archer among them, even though that’s not who sent Jenkins off to Odin. 

No, a turian swordsman had done Jenkins in, and Shepard had returned the favor with her axe. It was small comfort. Humans and turians had battled for the land and wealth along the Citadel’s coast for time immemorial. There was talk of an asari negotiated peace treaty, but so far that’s all it was. Talk. Shepard wagered that nothing would come from those talks in her lifetime. And who knows how long that’ll be if we stay here?

Gravel crunched under her boots in the lengthening shadows of twilight. Shepard rounded a gentle curve in the land and came to stand on a dead tree, facing the North. The wind that whipped her fiery red hair about her face was warmer than back home. Then again, they were a long way from home, now.

She watched the dying light upon the waves, the ocean glittering like crushed diamonds. It would be dark soon. They’d need to make camp and plot their next course. Did they take the river deeper inland, as was the original plan? Or did they double back, take their chances in krogan territory where turians didn’t dare venture.

Against the crash of the breakers, Shepard missed the sound of a bowstring drawing taut. It was something else, some inexplicable tug at her heart, a susurration of unheard whispers in her ear, that caused her to suddenly duck and roll, the hidden knives she kept about her person flying into her hands. 

There was a loud thawk, as a barbed arrow embedded itself into the driftwood where she’d been standing. 

She flung a knife, gratified to hear the sound of a large body diving to the sand. She charged before the archer could restring his bow, tackling him to the ground with a savage roar. 

Eyes bluer than the center of a flame stared up at her from within a silver plated face, painted with the bold cobalt markings of Clan Vakarian. The turian’s crest of horns was cushioned by a clump of dried seaweed, tiny insects furiously buzzing about his head at the invasion. 

He flared his mandibles, exposing long, sharp, silver teeth. His jaw dropped as he took in his soon-to-be killer. Shepard sat astride his narrow waist, holding her second knife above his ridged nose, poised to strike. 

Something in those burning eyes softened. “You’re beautiful.” The rumbling subharmoinics seemed to embrace her, a vocal hug to reinforce the sincerity of his words. 

Shepard sucked in a deep breath. For the first time in years, ridiculously, tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “Shut up!” She shook her head as if to dislodge his words. “I hate you!”

Her hand holding the knife quivered. In the crystalline depths of his alien eyes, she saw herself reflected back, lips pulled back in a vicious snarl, red hair framing her face. The embodiment of a valkyrie and harbinger of death. Except, I don’t want to kill him, she realized. 

“I wasn’t trying to hit you,” the turian murmured. “If I had been, you’d already be dead. I hadn’t realized you were . . . you.” He suffused the word with a mix of awe and wonder that left Shepard’s chest feeling tight. 

With a cry born as much from confusion as frustration, Shepard rolled off him. She leaped to her feet, kicking a clump of sand. “Leave,” she commanded, wiping at her treacherous eyes. 

The turian slowly rose to his degi-grade feet. Sharp claws extended from the open toes of his boots. “What if I want to stay?”

Shepard glared at him. “Why should you stay? After what your clan did to our landing party this morning and us to you, shouldn’t you be regrouping?”

Why in the frozen hells was she crying? What was it about this turian of all people that had her feeling vulnerable as a new babe? She should kill him—he’d be back tonight with more men and slit her throat in her sleep. A small voice she couldn’t name told her that he wouldn’t do that. Not him. Not ever. 

“My name is Garrus,” the turian replied instead. “There are those who call me Archangel, but . . . it’s just Garrus, for you.” 

Shepard forced herself to look at him. Really look at him. He was tall and lean, as most turians were, and covered in metallic looking plates. He wore a deep blue tabard with the Vakarian family crest stitched out in thread-of-gold across his chest. A brown leather belt with well-made leggings and fine boots completed his attire. Not some common foot soldier or hunter turned mercenary, Shepard mused. Her eyes settled on the longbow laying at Garrus’ feet. It was nearly as tall as he was and looked like it was made of black yew wood. An expensive weapon. One only someone with a high tier could afford. 

Shepard’s eyes went wide as she realized who Garrus must be. “You’re the Primarch’s son.”

He dipped his head in acknowledgement, a hand moving to rub the back of his neck. Shepard was no expert on turian expressions but she’d swear Garrus looked embarrassed. 

Bright blue eyes met hers. “You seem to know me and my lineage, yet I confess, I have yet to learn your name.”

Shepard hesitated a moment before discarding any notion of subterfuge. What was the point? He could have killed her and hadn’t. She could have killed him and didn’t. Besides all that, she wanted to know him. “Commander Jane Shepard,” she said. “You can call me Shepard.”

Garrus extended his hand in a human gesture of greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Shepard.” 

Shepard slipped her smaller hand into his. It was like being struck by lightning. There was a jolt, a suffusion of warmth flooding her veins, an invisible push in his direction. They collided at the same time, Garrus likewise shoved by an unseen force. 

She grasped onto his cowl, feeling like she were trapped in an undertow, liable to be swept away in the exultant rush of emotions, apt to drown in the depths of a feeling humanity blithely called ‘soulmates.’ Her skin tingled and she was hyper aware of Garrus’ proximity; the rough calluses of his three-fingered hands and prick of talons through her tunic where he held her waist. His pupils dilating and eclipsing the blue of his irises while his subvocals stuttered and a deep, percussive purr sundered in his chest. 

Shepard exhaled. “Oh.” 

Garrus lifted a shaky hand to gently brush away an errant lock of hair. “It is you,” he whispered, reverent. “You feel it too?”

She gazed up at him, feeling more a maiden than seasoned berserker. Her mouth parted to answer—

“Commander!”

Shepard pulled herself free from the whirlpool of Garrus’ presence to peer into the murky distance. “The others are looking for me,” she muttered. How long had she been gone? Sudden fear squeezed her heart as she considered what would happen if Garrus were discovered. She gave him a forceful shove. “They mustn’t see you. Go! Hurry!”

Garrus moved as though in a daze, stooping to retrieve his bow and taking a few tentative steps backward. “I’ll find you,” he swore. “I’ll come back for you, my dea.” 

Before Shepard could respond he was sprinting; a glimmer of lancing starlight through the gloam, a shape half-seen on the edge of the forest. We’ll find each other, she promised herself, even as Kaidan and Ashley came into view, helmets donned and axes at hand. What joke of the gods is it that my other half should be an ancestral foe, on ground my kin intend to soak in blue blood?

She turned towards her comrades, trying to shake off the chill that had settled over her like heavy snow with Garrus’ departure. The others would want to know what she’d been doing out here, alone in the dark. “Searching for answers,” she’d tell them. “Considering what to do next.”

She’d omit her blue eyed archer. That whatever came next, Garrus would play a major role. For now, she kept her soulmate sheltered within the confines of her rib cage, a constant companion to her own beating heart.

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Flfufy

Imagine if i... if I have a big fluffy tail, I would snuggle it ANDDD TO ADD I WOULD THAWK MY FRIENDS WITH IT... not hard but I'd thawk them, :3

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@rosslynpaladin He moves like a martial artist #get a face full of board at mach five followed by a full-body slam from THawk #may as well be #you aren't going to bounce back up #but yeah there is no part of his board that he doesn't know #so never has to think about it

Tony Hawk lands a 900 at age 48!

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[soulstumble]

Grasping the offered weapon, and with Merah directly helping Neche. She gets to watch as Vee's tail grabs the blade and swings it at a blind spot against Avra.

The boom creates distance as Vee turns to take two more, slowly the bag empties but the strange green haired woman doesn't slow down. She seems to be ramping up, but between them even with blast after blast hitting Avra, the rain surrounding them endlessly.

It doesn't seem like their foe is slowing.

"This is foolish." Her voice booms, it echoes through the air ringing in their ears. She's not shouting but whatever is projecting her voice makes it hard for normal ears to handle.

A lightning charged palm strikes Vee and sends her rolling, Avra leaps forward towards Neche and Merah, her hand pointed with her fingers together like a blade.

It aims directly at Merah's chest, only for the strike to be kicked away, Neche pushes her back and brings a weapon up to Avra's chest exploding again.

"That's a good girl." Vee crashes in as well, following it up with a thawk from her tail and a swing from another weapon. The blasts push Avra back as a beast lands behind them.

"Frites! Neche mount her up, take to the air and sweep in to get me."

Smoke clears as Neche grabs Merah's hand and her bag, and drags her to mount up on... a large flying squirrel!?

One last weapon in her hand, the other arm still broken. The green haired woman rolls her shoulders as a gust of wind blows the rest of the smoke away.

The rainmaker is unharmed. And once more charges Vee, the two clashing with sparks and water rushing all over.

What does she do?

She's terrified.

She can feel her every muscle tighten, heart pumping so hard she was afraid she might get lightheaded, and that damn storm just wouldn't shut up. She couldn't think straight, and she could barely keep up with everything happening in front of her.

Running was an option. She could turn away right now and flee for her life, leave these two to fight this nightmare by themselves and live another day-

That thought spurs her forward. Shaking in terror, certainly... but she couldn't abandon them. That's what her grandmother would expect- to be a dainty princess and let others fight for her, or to cower.

Merah braces, teeth grit, watching that awful woman blitz around like lightning and seeing her savior narrowly keep up- how Neche or Vee handled this was beyond her, but she was committed now-

'Weapon-' 'Throw me one-' She hesitates, looking between the dog and then her companion, temporarily paralyzed by the choice- 'Weapon!'

"H-Here-!"

She rears back, then gives the sword in her hand her hardest throw towards the green-haired woman, sending it soaring through the air- whether it was accurate or not was questionable (close enough at least), but she managed to act.

Now Merah was moving- the bag is grabbed and she's off running towards Neche, another weapon drawn. And as soon as she's close enough, it'd be tossed over-

"Head's up-!!"

... she might die. She might die... but she just can't run.

[hinge]

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