#haven's arc

[dandeliondee]

your tomb

[whalehaven]

Already planning his revenge on Cody for making him take this mission.

His little brothers are way too excited for this.

[onaperduamedee]

You have to trust someone at some point, Moiraine.

[francarieq]

i’m still mourning their deaths😔😔

[bobauthorman]

How to Muck the Nuck

I wanna talk about how the final battle against the Nuckelavee went. This monster has been terrorizing Anima for a decade, maybe longer, and when it first shows up it is clearly a force to be reckoned with. But once Team RNJR (Mostly Ren) get their heads in order they take it down semi-easily. This might seem like a bit of an anticlimax, but consider this.

In Mountain Glenn, Dr. Oobleck states that older Grimm are more dangerous because they've developed the ability to recognize threats and pick up on patterns, using the line of elephantine Goliaths as an example. The Goliaths don't attack Vale because they that if they do, the Huntsmen defending the kingdom will wipe them out. They only attack when the surge of pent-up negativity is release, drawing in so many lesser Grimm to help overwhelm the kingdom's defenses.

Now, let's look at the Nuck's attack patterns (Spelling out the name every time is a pain, so I'm abbreviating it)

The first time the Nuck''s presence is felt, it's in the aftermath of Shion Village's destruction. Said destruction was also caused by the raid of the Branwen Tribe, so it's most likely the Nuck taking advantage of the bandits distracting the village's defenders to launch its own attack.

In Ren's flashback, the Nuck attacks his village, a place where hiring a Huntsman was seen as the final desperate move, not the first instinct. Ergo, it was a place that was outside the regular sphere of protection from the kingdoms.

In the present storyline, the Nuck attacks Team RNJR because, from a purely superficial view, they are no threat. Teenaged, runaway students, and Qrow is slowly dying from poison. So it attacks without fear.

But while Team RNJR may not have the strength advantage, they make up for it by fighting smarter. Ren's Semblance allows people to become invisible from a Grimm's negative-radar, giving them the opening to take it by surprise. And then they pin down the Nuck's arms, taking away its maneuverability. This allows Ren to finish the beast off.

So, yeah. I like it when characters win by acting clever.

[ghostclangen]

moon ninety-three - leafbare

bitethorn Also has a crush on rockspeckle btw. love this lesbian

(also, the Hornetstar thing just means it was my executive decision as opposed to the game's.)

[chiliger]

Some clones.

(Top: Rex, Fox. Middle: Echo, Fives, Hunter. Bottom: Tech, Omega, Cut Lawquane.)

[whumpwillow]

Demon's Haven 14

💥Flashback chapter💥

he isn't the most powerful demon, he just likes to think he is (or he did...)

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masterlist

warnings: blood, torture, past whipping, partial nudity (he's just not wearing a shirt), weird thoughts on purity and sin that isn't specifically mentioned as religion but pretty close, light gore (not described much), clawing at own throat, scratching

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The angel came back.

Envy had spent an uncomfortable amount of time in these blasted chains, which left his arms without feeling from the position he found himself trapped in. The holy water used to clean his wounds had dried, but the sting hadn’t dissipated. Like the aftereffects of eating overly spicy food, it lingered on after the original offender was gone. He’d suffered through what he thought must have been a day and a night before the angel returned, brightly burning in her righteousness.

Maybe if he begged her to wash the holy water off, she’d listen. He was disgusted with himself for the thought.

The angel stepped inside the cell with the same damned crystal bowl as yesterday, or the day before, or whenever his last torture session had been. It irked him not to be able to tell the time, but he knew he had more pressing concerns.

“I’m still clean,” he said by way of greeting. “Didn’t get up to any trouble, don’t need a bath.”

He waggled his eyebrows in a way that he hoped was condescending. The smile he plastered on his face was a forced effort; he didn’t want the angel to catch how scared he was. Knowing the bite of holy water on his skin and in his open wounds did nothing to diminish his fear of it. If anything, it made it worse. He clenched his hands into fists to keep them from shaking and rattling the chains.

“This is for that mouth of yours,” the angel intoned.

She didn’t look at him, only set down the bowl on a small wooden table that looked to be not a table at all but a giant wooden spool turned on its side. It came up to her hips. She set a white cloth into the water and pressed down, letting it soak up what would surely be Envy’s future pain.

He tried again. “I’m sure I can think of better uses for it, if you give me a chance.”

His voice shook a little on the delivery and he cursed himself for it. The angel wrung out her pristine cloth and Envy watched every single drop of water that came from it fall back into bowl, sending ripples across the surface.

“I need to fix that attitude of yours. Then you be made pure.”

The angel spoke with perfectly even intonation, not a drop of cadence out of place or showing any emotion at all. She strode over to him and stood directly in front this time, rather than moving behind him where the lashes where. At least he wouldn’t be going through that again, though he was sure whatever else she had planned for him was equally as terrible. He hated the anticipation. The unknowing.

Envy tried a different tactic, seeing his options wearing thin and time running out. Water dripped from in between the angels slim fingers. It mixed with his blood on the floor.

“Listen here you little bitch, when I get out of here, I’m going to rip you to fucking shreds. You hear me? I’m the most powerful demon there is, I could compel you to—”

The angel slapped the cloth to his neck. It was so sudden that it cut off the entire tirade he’d constructed in his head and all he could manage was a weak gurgle as the holy water ate through the fragile skin at his throat. He gasped, and the motion alone was enough to bring tears to his eyes. No. He would not cry again. No.

The angel wrapped the cloth around his neck and smoothed it out, then stepped away to admire her work.

“Hck—”

Envy opened his mouth, but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t even scream. The holy water ate through the skin at his throat and into the tissue and muscle. He didn’t know where the water started and where the blood began, where he started and where the pain ended. The pain never ended. Tears streamed down his face, and those, at least, washed some of it away.

It burned it burned it burned.

“Ple—ack—ples!” he yelled, coughing in the middle.

The angel watched him impassively. Envy thrashed in his chains, trying in vain to move his arms down to rip the offending cloth off his skin and only succeeding in bloodying them more than he already had.

After what seemed like an eternity, the angel made a satisfied “hm” and took him down from the chains. Envy fell to the ground in a pathetic heap, his limbs not strong enough to support him under the weight of his pain. He wrenched the cloth from his throat and lunged, a feral gleam in his eyes.

He was free he could kill her he could compel her—

The angel kicked him in the face, one shiny shoe connecting with his nose and Envy was back on the floor. A sickening crack reverberated through his skull and lights flashed in the darkness behind his eyes, bright and twinkling like stars. He cried out and raised his hands to his nose. Blood already began to seep from in between them.

The angel put a foot on his chest to keep him down, and he would have been indignant about it if he weren’t so fixated on the bowl in her hands. She poured the remaining holy water over his exposed throat and he screamed. He bucked under her hold, his back arching fruitlessly under her heel, but the angel stayed in place regardless of his efforts. Envy’s hands went from his face to his neck. Fingers scratching, tearing, clawing desperately at the skin to try and remove the source of the pain but there was none he could grasp.

He made a loud keening sound like that of a dying animal, half-gurgle and half scream. Fog filled his vision while a wretched smell invaded his nostrils. He realized it was him—the smell and smoke of his flesh being burned away. He rolled on the ground, ripping up the wounds on his back, grasping at his damaged throat.

He didn’t even realize the angel had already left. When he finally did, he spat weakly on the floor, wishing that it was enough to say he still had the upper hand. He knew that he’d never had it to begin with.

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[coachbeards]

"god nathan's mad at something duke did when they were kids!!! get over it!" i love duke but like. he literally stuck tacks into his back to see how long it'd take him to notice because he couldn't feel it. like. he literaly. bullied nathan. canonically. TACKS. in the back!!!! when they were like 8 years old!!!!!!!! it was "congratulating him" on the fact that a girl was talking to him or something,,, and he didn't talk to another girl for TWO YEARS because of this

[dandeliondee]

even more kirbs but gijinka and haven versions

[whalehaven]

Don't ask Wolffe how he got here. He really has no idea.

[where-is-caithe]

And another one. A follow-up to the one I posted earlier.

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Haven’s dreams were tumultuous and nonsensical. Flashes of skulls, green smoke, deep laughter and blood dripping down pale skin. Her own subconscious not letting her rest. She knew they were dreams, and yet she couldn’t drag herself free of them. Hot chains wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her to the ground and her hands began to sink into the earth. There were flames around her and the booming deep voice of someone telling her she was about to die. She was thrown back and a hot blade was plunged into her chest.

Haven felt herself falling, drifting in nothingness.

She felt blood pooling beneath her back, running down her sides, her stomach, the corner of her mouth. She was no longer breathing, her heart had stopped. She was calm, eyes flitting around the empty space, floating in complete darkness.

Something to her left shifted, stood, took two steps forward and reached for something. Shuffling sounds she couldn’t place. The movement of the figure sent her into a panic and she clawed for consciousness, ripping herself back to reality as her eyes shot open, sitting up and gasping like she hadn’t actually been breathing.

With bleary vision and stiff movements she turned to her left, to the figure that woke her.

“Lay the fuck back down,” she demanded, her voice shaking but sure, her vision unfocused.

The figure gave her an amused glance but did not move further, her black hair falling from its braid, her red pupils burning as they looked at her.

“Cross this is not a damn joke, get back on the fucking ground.”

Haven hoped the urgency in her voice and her steadfast gaze would stir Cross to do as she was asked, but her damn pride was too great and Cross still did nothing, still stood in silence, watching Haven breathe at her.

With a growl, Haven stood and took the couple of steps needed to get into Cross’ space, even as her vision swam and her head pounded.

“For once in your life listen to me, you fuckin’ shithead,” Haven raised her fists and slammed them weakly onto Cross’ bare chest. “I bring you back to life and you don’t even have the decency to listen to me when I fucking tell you to do something.”

Haven paused and looked up in shock, realizing what she’d just said.

Cross is alive. Haven had brought her back.

Her fists softened, her open hands tracing across the skin of her chest, the gnarled scar of flesh knit back together, the strong beat of her heart beneath her palm. Noting the dried blood in lines down her front. Haven didn’t need to look up at her to know Cross was silently watching, her brow creased, her eyes burning. Haven’s breath came out shakily as she traced the ridges of her scar with timid fingers still covered in her blood.

“Haven.”

Her breath hitched, hearing her name in that deep, steady voice, the voice she wasn’t sure she would ever hear again. She looked up, meeting her gaze, and Cross looked so soft, grateful, even, and it made Haven’s heart pound, her cheeks and the tips of her ears burned. She’d never seen an expression like this from Cross. She surprised her even further by tilting her head down and brushing their lips together, softly. Warmly. Appreciative.

And Haven gasped, her eyes slipping closed, her hands going still against Cross’ chest as Cross lifted her hand to Haven’s cheek, dragging her fingers into Haven’s hair and gently tilting her head to deepen the languid kiss.

Haven didn’t know how long they were standing there, her head was spinning, she was shaking and her breaths came out in quiet gasps against Cross’ skin. She heard herself whimper softly as Cross’ hot tongue swept into her mouth and she felt a rush of embarrassment color her cheeks even darker, that such a soft kiss could make her fall apart so easily. And Cross was soft, delicate, with Haven’s mouth, exploring with her tongue, catching her lips on fangs. Haven let herself be kissed, encouraging her by parting her lips and running her tongue against Cross’.

Cross never kissed like this. Their kisses were always hot and heavy, aggressive. Sometimes bloody. Always a prelude for sex. That’s not to say Haven didn’t like Cross kissing her aggressively, and she’d also been kissed softly before. It was always a stranger she didn’t care much for, and she was always bored. They were too timid and afraid of her. Not Cross. Never Cross.

When they parted, Cross was breathing heavily and it gave Haven a rush.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her thumb sweeping Haven’s cheekbone before she passed her.

Haven attempted to compose herself but when she turned around and saw Cross dutifully lowering herself back to the sleeping pad on the ground, she couldn’t hide her surprise and affection.

Before Cross could change her mind and leave, Haven crossed the tent and straddled her hips, sitting on Cross thighs and spreading her hands across her belly.

Cross made an amused noise but made no move to get up, her lips stretching into a small smile.

“Sh,” Haven demanded, creasing her brows as she studied the mended flesh, mentally reaching into Cross’ life force to see if there were any abnormalities. Cross’ essence, her soul and life force, was much weaker than it had been before she died, but that wasn’t unexpected. What was a little bit strange was the sensation of her own life force intertwined. She wondered idly what that meant but brushed the thought aside as she checked Cross for further eccentricities. She felt mostly normal. A couple of sprains where the muscle and bone had repaired, which Haven fixed easily with an annoyed groan from Cross.

“How do you feel?” she asked suddenly, still running her hands along ribs and muscle, feeling through flesh and bone.

Cross grunted, “not much different. Electric. Energized. And angry.”

Haven nodded, “as expected. I’m still wonderin' what happened up there.”

“I feel a pull to you.”

That made Haven pause, not just because she was dodging the question. Her eyes flicked to Cross’ face, inscrutable as always.

“Would you like to elaborate?” She huffed after a moment of silence.

Cross gave a noncommittal shrug, “that’s it, Haven. I feel pulled to you, like there’s a rope between us, connecting me to you.”

Haven frowned. She didn’t have anything to say about that. Didn’t have an answer for it. Of course, she knew who would. She wasn’t looking forward to that conversation with her mother.

“Well, other than that I don’t feel anythin’ wrong with you. I was hoping you could rest a bit longer,” she said with a sigh, “but since we’re huntin’ a god and we’re on a timeframe I can’t keep you down.”

Cross suddenly grinned, “you could keep me down if you’d like.”

She’d meant it as a joke, but Haven was considering it.

She rolled her eyes and stood.

“We should clean up. We’re both still covered in blood.”

“That was my plan, before you demanded my attention,” Cross looked pointedly back at her but it only made Haven smile.

“A demand you obeyed.”

Cross bared her teeth and followed Haven to her feet, towering over her as Haven grinned and her heartbeat quickened at the show of aggression. Haven pat her cheek with one bloody hand.

“I have to go kill something and clean up. I’ll find you when I’m done and we can talk about whatever the fuck we’re doing now.”

With that, she left Cross’ tent and stepped into the blinding desert sun, deeply regretting that she didn’t know where her hat was.

[intertexts]

Hellooo i was wondering if u had like a masterpost ??? Or smnthin abt nhw cause i adore ur fics in that au but i also dont know what is goin on

oh!! yeah thanks for the reminder i do literally have a masterpost of all of @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone & my nhw stuff in my drafts right now that i need to finish! (to be clear it's his au literally just as much as mine, they do like. 85/90% of the heavy lifting when it comes to Actual Plot & terrible scenarios and worldbuilding and stuff.... all i do is bonk the wards together silly style & also torment ashe & talk abt powersets <3333 it's a shared custody situation <3)

while i'm finishing that up today though this is the closest thing to a complete summary/masterpost yet! it is pretty incoherent. that is a running theme of all my wardsposting LMAO. mac has all of the actual well written essays & such (they're linked also!). anyway u also can look through the [#new haven wards] tag on both of our blogs! pretty much everything is in there too. we've been having a good time with ashe and the trickster lately :]

[stork-balance]

i love the riordanverse and i hate it too what does that say about me

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

preemptively sorry for how fucking long this is it is YOUR FAULTT THOUGH!!!! large bowl of seeds for u. it is almost 2am sorry.

SO. there are. two ways to assign the prime defenders powers etc. the first way is just, like, categorize their existing powersets within the prt framework, & the second is to give them entirely new abilities based on the way worm works. delightfully, all the powers they Do have work really well for the most part, so even that doesn't require a ton of shuffling.

categorizing their pre-existing powers:

wiwi-- breaker w/ a shaker subclass. neither of them rated very high, but that's already a rare and versatile enough combination!!

dakota-- brute babeeeey!!! brute/mover its so straightforward. hell yeah babey. i don't know what he'll end up looking like post-heart removal & stuff but my guess is that'll end up looking more like a mover/striker.

vyncent-- now THIS one gave me trouble. i... hm. to say this without talking about stuff that i don't think has come up much already, (hey!! you're at that clockblocker pov! directly related to what flechette says!) i'd call him a grab-bag cape, irt the greats at least. post-greats-- again, i don't know what his powerset will look like after this arc! but if he's going all in w/ the fire magic, that would for sure be some striker shit! :]]]

giving them new powers... man i'm reining myself in so hard from five more paragraphs on Why exactly i'm saying all this.

wiwi still breaker for sure, maybe breaker-master, maybe master-stranger. yknow. powers are fluid, the prt categories are pretty rigid. i... don't know. enough about his situation yet to be clearer than that vague idea yet-- i really like the idea of him just. ditching his body & using a noncorporeal form but he still has to keep an eye on his body i think that's great. the noncorporeal form would b able to change its visibility but still b limited by proximity to the body. & fluctuating energy shit powered by fluctuating amounts of recent-death in the area, maybe probably also limited in that it's only accessible in his breaker form.... also i think u will appreciate this style note from the [UNNAMED PARAHUMANS TTRPG] i'm referencing a lot here.

dakota--in this situation he probably would not. have that mechanical heart and shit. he' would still be a mover/thinker-- thinker rating is for faster mental processing + senses imminent pain for the people in his immediate vicinity. not danger, just pain; it immediately registers ambiently & can be generally traced back to whoever it is. no he can't turn it off ever, it manifests as feeling a similar level of pain, yes it works on himself. + mover-- he can fucking fly. no super strength, just very fast flight & the general "won't splat himself flying into something" capabilities, which meshes well w/ the faster processing & reflexes. i'm split on how exactly this would work mechanically but i will NOT go into that now. i am also not going into the 15k discussion in my brain on why dakota 'notoriously bad at thinking about things' cole would be a thinker but u gotta trust the process ok??

vyncent-- trump!!!! somehow this is the only straightforward one to me? he can copy powers at the full strength or ability level of the original for an unspecified amount of time that's usually 1-30 minutes by touching the cape. crucially, he doesn't have any edge on how to use these powers + can easily misuse or become extremely overwhelmed by them. he's easily the most powerful out of the three of them <33

ashe-- ashe is NOT HERE currently and also it's 1:30 am so i gotta go fucking sleep soon BUT they would be a master. easy. :o) they can make some lil guys n do stuff with them!!!!

in general these are pretty fucking cracked abilities, all of them would b oosely above a seven or so in a number rating once they're really settled in their powers-- this is mostly because i'm assuming that they would still be heirs-apparent to the prime force equivalent, which would b the triumvirate :]] anyway. good lord. this is like the cliff notes edition of what i've been thinking and scribbling in the notes app for the past several hours. sorry if it's fucking incomprehensible. gn!!! <333

AAAAAH FUCK YESSSSSS OKAY OKAY OKAY my response is probably going to be equally as long. so it's fine. oooouh buddy.

I KNOW WHAT BREAKER MEANS NOW !!! I dontttt think ive learned shaker yet. breaker is like.... breaking the laws of physics/shifting planes or whatever. PERFECT for william hell yes. for putting them actually in worm world ... ughhhh breaker/master william is REALLY cool. I havwnt learned stranger yet but i think he would develop a complex over being classified as stranger <3 (like how weld doesn't like that he's classified as a brute even though that's not exactly what it means, he just doesn't like the word) . GODDDD just thinking abt putting pd boys in worm is fucking me up haven't they been through enough. I want to see them all in a fit of despair. william ditching his body is SO good I miss when he would do that, also the powers being limited by how far away he is AND THE AMOUNT OF RECENT DEATH IN THE AREA. holy shit. that's so fucking good . im sure he would not overthink at all the fact that he is stronger when more people around him have died . I'm sure he'd do awesome in the leviathan fight for sure for sure .

DAKOTA BRUTE <3 DAKOTA BRUTE/MOVER I LOVE THIS A LOTTTTTT hellbyes. awesome. it's so perfect for him <3 worm world I'm SURPRISED u didn't stick with brute for him. eyes emoji. I trust your judgement but now i am Thinking... Hmm..... YOU BRING INTO QUESTION something I have been thinking about. and I'm going to probably get derailed a little here but stay with me. how the way powers manifest directly relate to the trigger event. because for a WHILE before we learned taylors I was like "OH i bet the powers are going to be directly related to what traumatic thing happened to them" and then we learn about taylor and grue and a couple more and I kind of lost that theory because while you can. technically draw relations between their powers and their events it seemed like too much of a stretch to do . HOWEVER now my thinking has changed AGAIN and I think the powers ARE related to specific trigger events but it's not as straightforward as "oh something scary happened to you with bugs so now you have bug powers" I think it's gonna be more complicated than that. WHICH. THE WAY THIS RELATES. BACK ON TOPIC NOW. to DAKOTA . assuming his trigger event is still he and katori falling off the building I think it's AWESOME that his powers would manifest as FLIGHT for one. and the fucking. pain sense thing. fuck me up. dakota extreme hero complex cole would be so fucked up by a power where he ambiently senses pain from the people around him at all times and cannot turn it off. I'm sure he would feel so normal about being around william chronic pain wisp 24/7. also I can SO CLEARLY imagine how this power specifically would lead to him getting super overwhelmed in chaotic situations like he does in canon. and just fucking. bolt out of there because it's too much. again. he'd have such a wonderful time in the leviathan fight

I AM AT CLOCKBLOCKER POV !!!! actually technically I'm on kid win pov now but I haven't finished his chapter yet. vyncent grab bag cape..... yeah... I think it would be EXTREMELY funny imagining the PRT in pd world trying 2 classify vyncent like. what the fuck does this kid do . what do we do with him. hes got other guys in his head that give him powers. is he a master??? no he can't fucking control them. is he a striker??? only SOMETIMES. is he a blaster?? AGAIN ONLY SOMETIMES. cannot classify him bitch!!!!!!!! giving him worm powers though.. UGH. being able to touch someone and COMPLETELY copy their powers but only for a short period of time???? I fucking love that a lot. he WOULD be the most powerful out of them!!! I can hear taylors inner analysis dialogue about him now and it's very similar to the clockblocker "DONT LET HIM.TOUCH YOU" panic. loooove imagining this playing off of the rest of pd,,, i know there was AT LEAST one time where he had william sort of transfer some of his ghost powers for a minute? I think it was during the lich fight in the theatre but i just remember vycnent floating and going intangible and NOT KNOWING how to control it or anything. loveeee that. in world dynamics I feel like vyncent would be a late addition to their team (instead of coming from another world maybe he just. had his trigger event happen way later than the other two..or something.) and not trusting them as much at first/being REALLY shaky using either of their powers but after a while being really comfortable in a fight with using either Williams or dakotas powers in a fight. Just like. imagining the fluidity of how they'd work together in a tense situation assuming they're not being complete dumbasses <3333 UGH it's really good

AAAASHE ASHE ASHE IM SOOO SO GLAD YOU INCLUDED ASHE IN THIS I miss him.so much every day. from what I know so far master involves having/making/controlling some sort of minion (cannot think of a better word than that rn) AND I THINK THATS REALLYYYY perfect for ashe. i assume he would actually work pretty closely to canon in that his limitation would be the book? or if he doesn't have the book maybe his limitation would be a) having only a few different types of things he could summon (the big hand, the water fairy, duck etc) and/or b) only being able to control them.for a short amount of time after they're summoned so he has to be quick about dismissing them. can't keep the demon hand around for too long or it might start picking things up and throwing them at random. putting teammates in danger bc he can't control it anymore etc etc. alsooooooo in clockblocker pov they VERY briefly mentioned the possibility of having secondary trigger events (?!!!!?!?!) and you know I locked onto that SO FUCKING HARD. ashe being born with powers and then his secondary trigger event being his mom's death <3 im.NOT even going to attempt to talk about how the trickster would work in worm world/if it would even exist in this setting bc i don't know enough about the types of powers and things yet..but just know. I am keeping this in the back of my mind "this is a fun surprise tool that will help us later" style

[ghostclangen]

moon eighty-two - leafbare