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[mun] note, if the interactions between our muses get deep enough for your muse to give Arceus a name, they will hold onto that name until your muse dies or otherwise stops existing.

Names are something they treasure with all their heart, to them its a sign of recognization, of belonging, and sometimes even of love.

For this reason, if they end up giving your muse a name, even if its not the name your muse told them to call them, covertly, its a sign of love from Arceus. They dont expect your muse to like it, of course, because they understand not everyone holds the same values they do, good grief, of course not. How could they?

But names, for Arceus, are a way to forge a bond that will last a lifetime to them. Even if yours has long since forgotten about them; if your muse has given Arceus a name

they will remember it. And they will always follow, if you call them by that name.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 4

Logan Howlett + Omegaverse

Feral mutants? Feral mutants. Readers based on a coyote, because I like coyotes, and it feels funny. For once, the reader is on the scrawny short side. I had to look up coyote and wolf behaviours for this, and I still feel like I didn’t do well. My version of omegaverse amongst feral mutants, enjoy.

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Logan had been living amongst the pack of wolves for who knew how long. When one lived in the woods, as far away from civilization as they could get, you had a tendency to lose track of time. You noticed the passing seasons, only based on the fact that the pack would migrate to better areas, and that pups would be born. What Logan did notice, was the other feral mutant who’d edge at the borders of his pack’s territory.

Everyone knew that the whole alpha beta omega hierarchy was bullshit when it came to wolves or other animals. But for mutants, it was very real, only feral mutants though. For the most part it didn’t mean anything, only a certain feral edge to the feral mutant, even when integrated into society. But putting two together, could cause problems along the way.

Logan had always prided himself on having a steady mind and having patience, at least when it came to living amongst his pack far away from human stresses. But that stupid feral, the one that reeked of coyote instead of wolf, was getting on his nerves. Especially with how they dragged their alpha scent up against the same trees Logan would mark, as if taunting him.

Logan may have been an omega, but that in no way made him weak, that much was clear with just how much of a heavy hitter he was. His usual patience amongst his pack was hanging on a thread though, and when he finally caught that stupid loner feral marking up the spot logan had just marked, then he saw red.

The other feral was younger than Logan, at least he appeared to be, or maybe that was just his mutation. He wasn’t as hairy, not as muscular, more on the lithe nimble side which made him fast. Which made you fast. The circles you ran around logan, nipping at his sides and thighs, jumping away quicker than he could snap back at you, it was all a game.

It was only when you two had travelled deeper into what Logan registered as your territory that he realized what you had done, or at least he thought so. Logan was used to most wanting to pick a fight, so that was what he got ready for, unsheathing his claws and barring his teeth with a feral snarl. The mutant was left confused though, as instead of charging at him with the intent to kill, you just jumped close, nipped at him some more, and jumped back.

Logan wasn’t really sure what to do with that. Maybe hed spent too much time around people, or maybe he was just too old, but having a young buck like you showing such clear interest was new. Logan had had many partners over the years, don’t get him wrong, but no one quite like you. No one as deeply intertwined in their own feral side as he was, at least nobody that wasn’t an enemy.

But Logan also wasn’t gonna act on what was stirring inside him, without knowing how present you were mentally. He knew from experience that some mutants just withdrew into their mind for their own safety, letting their bodies carry on without them being present. You did seem a little confused when Logan sat back on his haunches, staring you down.

“I’m Logan” he finally grunted out, at least wanting to confirm that you understood. You seemed uncomfortable with talking, having most likely been alone for a long time, but relief did fill his system when you replied back, giving your own name.

Getting down onto your stomach, you start dragging yourself towards him, like a more submissive gesture that you wanted to get closer, you wanted him. So, what if some didn’t like omegas that were bigger and stronger than them, you were a man of refined taste, and Logan was the most delicious omega you had ever seen. Plus, hed allowed all your games for so long, if he had really wanted you gone you would be.

Neither of you really liked talking much, instead just relying on the cloying scents hanging in the air, only growing thicker and headier with time as you finally got up between Logans thighs, your sharp canines digging into the strong muscle of it. It was more a request than anything, and had you had a tail you would have been wagging up a storm, as Logan finally huffed and gave a grumble, before rolling onto his front. There wasn’t much presenting in his position, but you really hadn’t expected that from a guy like Logan either, so you didn’t mind.

As you bit your way up Logans thighs, you finally put your jaws into it, lapping up the droplets of blood that escaped before the bites healed back up again. There wasn’t much need for talk in a situation like this, the only noises you cared about were the ways Logan groaned as you buried your face between his cheeks, lapping at whatever you could reach.

Unlike popular belief, omegas didn’t create slick. You guys were just people, with a little bit of extra. So, it wasn’t like Logan was gonna start slicking up and start popping out pups just because you fucked him. Hell, you didn’t even have a knot, if your dick started growing like that you’d start fearing for your health. So really, the whole secondary gender thing for feral mutants didn’t matter much, outside of some changes in pheromones, hormones, and different preferences. You could easily live normal lives without being an alpha or omega posing any problems.

It was most likely the fact that you two had been up here, far away from everything, that had driven you both into such an instinct fuzzy frenzy, your claws digging into the meat of Logans thighs to hold him still, as he snapped his teeth at the air and growled, grinding back against you.

Neither of you had the patience to work Logan open with your fingers, the pitch of Logans noises letting you know that the older mutant didn’t have all day. So, with a few extra wet swirls of your tongue, you finally pulled back, almost clambering up onto his back.

You were skinnier than him, and much less hairy, but it just made it feel extra good as you glued your chest against his spine, your own puffed growls against his ear as you ground against him. Logan gave another growl, one of his hands reaching back to grab onto your hair and wrenching your head to the side, a snapped “get on with it bub” leaving him, voice thick and dangerous.

And who were you to deny him his request. It took some fumbling with your hips to find where it needed to go, since you didn’t want to unwrap your arms from his torso, hands too busy fondling his hairy pecs. Logan groaned as you finally pushed inside, shoving his hips back against yours to make you hurry up, he wasn’t scared of a little pain.

As you bottom out, Logan could at least appreciate one thing about alphas. They may not have knots, or some kind of powerful alpha voice, but shit were they big, and by god did he like being full, something hed blame on his omega needs.

It may have been cold out, but neither of you could feel it, as your bodies moved in rough desperate ways. The forest floor was torn up by Logans claws as he huffed and groaned, the many clearly not one to just moan for no reason. You on the other hand was struggling, face buried against the back of his neck as you panted and keened. You truly were a greenhorn against a seasoned professional, your lesser experience clear in your quickly depleting stamina.

Had it been any other time Logan might have taunted you a little bit. Maybe a few jokes about you not being able to keep up, but right now he just found himself growling that you couldn’t give it to him as hard as he wanted it. Part of it could probably be blamed on his adamantium skeleton and healing factor, but there was also part of you that was trying to be careful. Both for him, but also to keep yourself from finishing to face.

It was damn near impossible, you almost wanted to cry. He was so tight and hot inside, his growls and scent driving you mad. You wanted nothing more than to bite into his neck and mark him as yours, even if you both knew it didn’t really matter in the long run as your healing factors to wipe away any mark or scars you left. It didn’t keep you from licking at your teeth though, your entire body shaking weakly, trying to keep yourself from tumbling over the edge.

You didn’t stand a chance, as Logan seemed to be able to sense or smell just how close you were. So, like the asshole he was, Logan put more energy into his hips, rolling them back against you until you were keening into his neck, hips stuttering and shaking as you mumble out warbled apologies.

Falling limp against his back, you felt not worth your salt. You had tried to entice him for so long, and here you were bursting not even five minutes in, he must be annoyed with you. Count you surprised when Logan makes you pull out, only to flip you onto your back and sit right back down on you, his grin cocky and dominant in ways you just couldn’t match. “don’t worry, pup, we will work on that” he growled, the noise coming from deep in his chest, as he started bouncing in your lap.

One of his rough hands wiped away your tears of overstimulation, looking almost like he was pitying you for picking a fight you just couldn’t win. Hed have you up to par in no time, don’t you worry.

[silenttrxxs]

choi san! x reader

fluff. no smut tonight lads

its been a long day, the same mundane tasks each and every day piling and overwhelming every sense in your body.

you rolled over in your bed, trying so hard to allow the comfort from your multitude of pillows and teddies consume you, to rid yourself of the deepening hollow that threatened to fill your chest. you longed for something more... or more so someone. grabbing your phone where you hid it under your pillow pulling yourself out your own thoughts in the best way you knew how. your hands shaking as you typed in the name on your message tabs and started typing.

● - hey.. i know youre busy but have you got 5 i need ...i need someone right now

you sent the message, trying to calm the noise that built up in your ears, the constant ringing of voices echoing inside your head telling you all these things you knew deep down was meaningless but it didnt stop them from screaming at you. your doubts clouding your judgement more often than you would care to admit. you knew messaging him may have been something you shouldnt have done... heck having a slight epiphany that he would even given you the light of day was something that plagued you daily... you knew you had nothing. not a single thing that could be classed great to give someone in todays society. this eat at you all the time, you tried to give yourself a break; to allow the thoughts to be pushed right to the back of your skull but on days like this... well more so nights like this it had become a nightly routine to be soaked in your own head.

you jumped out your skin as you felt your phone vibrate as it rested on your chest whilst you become clouded in your thoughts again. picking it up and blinking away the blurryness from your eyes.

산 - y/n whats up? come out to your living room...

you looked around, a dim light from your living room coming into your bedroom, you remembered turning everything off before hopping into your bed. stumbling a little you slipped your houseshoes on and padded towards the door, opening it slowly, the light making your head hurt a little but you gasped loudly as you saw him.

San had been practicing before getting your text, the message coming as he picked up his water bottle from his bag, scrolling as he swung the bag over his shoulder.

"im out guys, ill see you tomorrow" was the last words said before he made his way to your home, taking the key from the fob and letting himself in. hed set up a snack table and blankets on the couch and was now sat in the window, his gaze falling on you as he petted your pet cat.

"hey..." he spoke slowly, gently putting the cat back on their tower and walking towards you.

"h-hey w-wasnt you busy?" you breathed out a wave of relief washing over your body as he stepped closer to you.

"care to tell me whats up?" san says his arms wrapping around you before you could utter a reply.

the walls you tried ever so hard to hold up, the bridge you put in place between yourself and others now crashed down. the tidal wave of emotions flooding through your body and as you sobbed into his chest.

he didnt utter a word, no words were needed. he felt your emotions no matter the distance between yourselves, he had once been here, the self doubt eating him whole from the inside.

no words from anyone would rid of the pain that consumes you when this happens. you held onto him tightly the weight of your emotions making your knees buckle from under you, you sniffled back the tears trying to stop the wave flooding you. but the sheer pressure being too much you couldnt stop, hiccuping into his chest as he just held you.

your body finally calming as you felt his comforting hold guide you to the couch, a blanket being wrapped over you both as he moved getting you both into a comfortable position. he planted a soft kiss to your cheek before passing you a chocolate bar.

"eat and rest, im here now im not going anywhere" san said softly.

this was all you needed... him.

[powdermelonkeg]

On the ancient Hyrulean stone tablets

In Tears of the Kingdom, there's a sidequest you get relatively early called Messages from an Ancient Era, in which you are tasked with finding stone tablets hidden throughout Hyrule that contain Zonai-era first-hand accounts of the royal family. There are 13 in total to locate.

You yourself can't read them, and must take pictures of the tablets to take them to Wortsworth, a Zonai Survey Team historian who can read the ancient texts for you.

The problem with this is that he doesn't tell you what the tablets actually say; he reads their ancient Hyrulean as-is, then gives his own take. And it's a take which cuts out so much context from the original text.

Fortunately, I am a nerd.

Unnamed First Tablet

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Ones held y honore als hochmayde to kyng Rauru ond quen Sonia, thaerafter to his suster ond to princesse Zelda. "Her on thaes gret stan ond twelf mo withalle make y endite min time with the hyred roial. "So michte heore remembraunce preserven for the sake of him on whom oure hope raeste."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"It's short, but it's an introduction from a servant to Rauru and Sonia, the founding king and queen of Hyrule. "She also waited on the king's elder sister, Mineru, as well as someone named Zelda, and wrote of their daily lives in 13 tablets. "It couldn't be simpler! "I intend to more thoroughly research what this chamberlain hoped to convey in these ancient tablets."

The actual translation:

"Once held I honor as handmaid to king Rauru and queen Sonia, thereafter to his sister and to princess Zelda. "Here on this great stone and twelve more withall make I ending my time with the hired royal. "So might here remembrance preserve for the sake of him on whom our hope rests."

Account of a Celebration

The ancient Hyrulean:

"So swete the song of kyng Rauru, ond so grete the beaute of his susteres daunce, that wer min eies ond eres captif. "Ond so hende quen Sonias gasen on us alle, so felt y min herte als captif fallen. "Seruantes lyf, tho moche laboursum, han moche jolitee as welle. Longe be the lyf of the roial familie thaere y love so."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is an account of a party from those days. "It says King Rauru and his older sister sang and danced together while Queen Sonia looked on. "We think of royalty as austere and reserved, but these nobles amused themselves with song and dance. "But what a vivid recounting of a scene never before related in any history book… "The descriptions of their personalities and expressions make the ancient past feel alive again. "This stone tablet is a first-class find. Well done, dear chamberlain, in leaving behind this account for us. "I'm positively beside myself to think of how this story from the ancient past persevered so long to reach us today."

The actual translation:

"So sweet the song of king Rauru, and so great the beauty of his sister's dance, that were mine eyes and ears captive. "And so had queen Sonia's gaze on us all, so felt I mine heart also captive fallen. "Servant's life, though much laboursome, have much jollity as well. Long be the life of the royal family there I love so."

The Strong Queen and the Receptive King

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Sonia, quen to Hyrules kyng, bi birthe Hylian preesterresse, hirself yborn of londe, nat of skie aboven. "Speken she with open herte, eornest to alle, euen even to the Zonais kyng. "This kyng ythinke it gode aventure so to lerne of the londes folke. To sen his hed ybent to listenen is swich plesaunce."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This one looks to be about Queen Sonia. It claims that Sonia was a priestess before marrying Rauru. "Despite his status as a Zonai, a people popularly thought to be gods, she would counsel him without any trepidation. "Moreover, Rauru heeded this counsel. "This account gives us firsthand knowledge of the nature of Queen Sonia and King Rauru's relationship. "Rauru found himself unexpectedly charmed by her strong will, and before long, they were married… "Er, that last bit isn't in the text. That's me speculating. "History rarely speaks of a person's character prior to being elevated to royalty. So I can't help but fantasize."

The actual translation:

"Sonia, queen to Hyrule's king, by birth Hylian priestess, herself born of land, not of sky above. "Speak she with open heart, earnest to all, even even[sic] to the Zonai's king. "This king thinks it a good adventure so to learn of the land's folk. To seen his head bent to listening is such pleasure."

The Harmonious Couple

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Oft wys Rauru, kyng of kene blade, weyve his werk real in faver of the hunte. "Ond oft queynt Sonia, quene of kene insight, seke out him and repaire this kyng to kyngly besynesse. "In hir sapience semes she divin, that she cunne him ever finde and for hes folly semes him the mor humain. "Ond the kyng? O, he laughe. Nat him hir equal for hir wit, he kunne. Ond the quen, she laughe to, als even she scolden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is a tale of King Rauru. "Apparently, he would vacate his official business from time to time in order to go out hunting. "I had the impression he was a stricter, more serious king, but I guess he had a lighter side as well. "However, Queen Sonia was always a step ahead. She would put a stop to King Rauru's hunts and bring him back. "We rarely get a glimpse into the down-to-earth side of royalty in this way. It's an important find, to be sure."

The actual translation:

"Oft was Rauru, king of keen blade, leave his work real in favor of the hunt. "And oft quaint Sonia, queen of keen insight, seek out him and repair this king to kingly business. "In her sapience seems she divine, that she can him ever find and for his folly seems him the more human. "And the king? Oh, he laughs. Not him her equal for her wit, he knows. And the queen, she laughs too, as even she scolds."

A Pilgrimage of Light

The ancient Hyrulean:

"The kyng was late y-come this aven, so maked the quene to sharen tales of hir lond, of shirines al grene yglouen. "Of erli daies sinnes Hyrules funding have diverse monstres hir reaume biseged ond assaylled. "Uncesinge in striffe, thei broughte to despeir folkes lyfen. Kyng ond quen ysete thamselue to bringen scurge to ende. "With might of light ond pouere, driven abak ybeen, ond the roial couple made thes shirines to selen him awei. "Thes holi selen ben yclept Shirines of Light. "Gret kyng, grete quen, y thank ye. Ye foughte whan y wer maiden-child, that y kude pes toknouen."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"The subject here is the actions King Rauru and Queen Sonia undertook not long after Hyrule's founding. "With the kingdom established, they were worried for their people, so they set out to eradicate the monsters troubling them. "They created structures called Shrines of Light to seal the monsters away so that they could never be revived. "There's more here about light…and time too… The sense I get is that the two of them may have had supernatural powers. "Though it's part of ancient history, it's a feat those of us living today should still be grateful for. Truly an important discovery."

The actual translation:

"The king was late to come this evening, so made the queen to share tales of her land, of shrines all green glowing. "Of early days since Hyrule's founding have diverse monsters her realm besieged and assailed. "Unceasing in strife, they brought to despair folks' lives. King and queen set themselves to bringing scourge to end. "With might of light and power, driven aback they been, and the royal couple made these shrines to seal him away. "These holy seals been called Shrines of Light. "Great king, great queen, I thank you. You fought when you were maiden-child, that I could peace to know."

The Researcher Mineru

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Queynte Mineru, the kynges elder suster, falles so dep in hir bokes swich that she oft foryetes to eten. "In min wieried wei don y what much y con, but y fer haven that it ben litel avail. "Of late treteth she of 'constructes,' thinges did she make with her hondes as vessel for spirit whan bodi-lich failen. "So, seyde she, might she liven longe, in spiret yhused within this 'construct.' "Though Mineru ne semes to holden ani deceyte… Bi my feith, y kan nat als trouthe thes wordes bileven"

What Wortsworth tells you:

"Here, we learn a bit about Mineru. "It says that she neglected to eat or sleep while making something called a…construct? "It was part of her research into a means of returning to life as a spirit possessing a new body, should her original one die. "To you or I, this sounds less like history and more like some sort of ghost story. "But remember who we're dealing with. They may have had unfathomable powers that made such things possible. "The revelation that Mineru was a fellow researcher makes her feel like a kindred spirit to me, and yet… "The chamberlain who inscribed these tablets treats Mineru with such care and kindness that it warms my heart."

The actual translation:

"Quaint Mineru, the king's elder sister, falls so deep in her books such that she oft forgets to eat. "In my worried way do I what much I can, but I fear have that it be little avail. "Of late treats she of 'constructs,' things did she make with her hands as vessel for spirit when body lies fallen. "So, said she, might she live long, in spirit housed within this 'construct.' "Though Mineru nay seems to hold any deceit… By my faith, I can not also truth these words believe."

The Foreign Princess

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Ful fyn is the weder this morn, ond have y audience with theos princes seyd ben kin bi fer distaunt yeres to quene Sonia. "Bi gras has she been given a name most swete, of Zelda she ben yclept. "In certain folk stered suspecioun, for straunge wer hir garnementes ond sodein wer her aparaunce. "Yet wolde hir contenonce ond bering maked proof of hir right blod and bond to quene Sonia. "Als be Zelda to remainen for a wile with us, y wil mi-self als hochmayde offre ekein hir servis."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is another fascinating entry. "If my translation is correct, the Zelda described here is Sonia's distant relative. "According to this, she arrived in Hyrule unexpectedly from another kingdom. It seems she was a beautiful princess. "Her strange clothing perplexed the people of Hyrule, and many were suspicious of her at first. "But this Zelda had such an undeniable air of nobility that those who doubted she was of royal birth were soon silenced. "Note how clearly this conveys the writer's feelings regarding Zelda. "Once it was clear Zelda would be staying, she applied to be chamberlain to the princess. That suggests real admiration."

The actual translation:

"Full fine is the weather this morning, and have I audience with this princess said be kin by for distant years to queen Sonia. "By grace has she been given a name most sweet, of Zelda she been called. "In certain folk stirred suspicion, for strange were her garments and sudden were her appearance. "Yet would her countenance and bearing make proof of her right blood and bond to queen Sonia. "As be Zelda to remain for a while with us, I will myself as handmaid offer asking her service."

The Free-Spirited Zelda

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Princesse Zelda recent comes to sen Mineru, the kynges elder suster. I com eck, for hir to seruen. "Todai cam hit ipassen that Mineru sheued to Zelda construct althergrettest y hav ysen. "Zelda, she much desired on hit to riden, ond ne conne nat y seien coust hir stoppen. Though I dyde protesten. Loudli. "Neuer the lesse she made to sitten heighe upon the constructes sculdres ond to riden like an hors, al ful of grace. "Min lausion, so graunt alredy, dyde grouen al the mor."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"The subject here is Zelda and Mineru. "Zelda apparently visited Mineru often to assist with her research. "I have no idea what kind of thing this 'construct' that allowed people to ride on it was. "But Zelda rode it so well that our author the chamberlain was again impressed by her skill at everything she tried. "That's the long and short of it here. "But more than the narrative, what strikes me is the back and forth between the chamberlain and Zelda. "The chamberlain tried to warn Zelda of the danger, but Zelda pushed past her and rode the construct anyway. 'It's short but so evocative of both the level of technology found in this era and the character of their visitor Zelda. "The 'treasure' found in these stone tablets is the pearls of wisdom and nuggets of personality contained within."

The actual translation:

"Princess Zelda recent comes to see Mineru, the king's elder sister. I come with¹, for her to serve. "Today came it pass that Mineru showed to Zelda construct of the greatest I have seen. "Zelda, she much desired on it to ride, and nay could not I say cause her stop. Though I did protest. Loudly. "Never the less she made to sit high upon the construct's shoulders and to ride like a horse, all full of grace. "My laudation², so great already, did grow all the more."

The Latest Trend

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Facioun nou favereth garnementes adourned with muscheron patrons, ond fer ond wid beon thei wern. "This tast for mucheeron com of the casteles seamestre, who sogte to seuen clethes for princesse Zelda to plesen. "This facioun, Zelda telled to the seamestre, waere in hir treu hom wel loved. "In hir tim werd everichon patrons of bright hewes, in the shap of mucheron. "Anou our hende semestre set herte on thes patrons copien, which sele to mani happi persoune. "Y seche after som for min one but ne coude nat an on yfenden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"Here we learn something about the fashion trends of that era. "The story's catalyst is their Zelda telling a tailor about the mushroom-patterned outfits becoming popular in her homeland. "Intrigued, the tailor fashioned some clothing in that vein, and it caught on in ancient Hyrule. "Do you know Cece from Hateno Village? Imagine the look on her face if she were to find out! "They say that trends go in cycles, but… I didn't expect mushroom patterns to have been in fashion so long ago! "One last thing about the chamberlain… "Her interest in fashion shows there was more to her than devoted service. She was just like anyone else in the kingdom."

The actual translation:

"Fashion now favors garments adorned with mushroom patterns, and far and wide be they worn. "This taste for mushroom come of the castle's seamstress, who sought to sew clothes for the princess Zelda to please. "This fashion, Zelda told to the seamstress, were in her true home well loved. "In her time were everywhere patterns of bright hues, in the shape of mushroom. "And now our head seamstress set heart on these patterns copied, which sell to many happy persons. "I seek after some for my own but nay could not a one find."

An Ancient Ghost Story

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Of late have y herd it told a straunge ladi walkes around the castel in derk of night. "She ond princesse Zelda semes als twinnes two, but this on nadda ne light in hir eien—mor als a ded thing than not. "When she is asked about thes walkes, princesse Zelda of that ben no-thing remembren. "What monstre, or spirit of derknesse, be this visioun? So afeard y am of min imagenninges that y con nat slepen."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This one is an ancient ghost story. "My understanding of ancient Hyrulean isn't perfect, but I know a ghost story when I see one. "It's a firsthand account of a ghostly or maybe corpse-like woman who appeared each night looking just like their Zelda. "No matter the era, it seems, people can't resist sharing a good ghost story. "A bit like how there have been eyewitness accounts of our Princess Zelda in the newspaper, even though she's missing… "Could our Zelda be a ghost too? No…of course not."

The actual translation:

"Of late have I heard it told a strange lady walks around the castle in dark of night. "She and princess Zelda seem as twins two, but this one has no light in her eyes—more as a dead thing than not. "When she is asked about these walks, princess Zelda of that been nothing remembered. "What monster, or spirit of darkness, be this vision? So afraid I am of my imaginings that I cannot sleep."

For the Hero's Sake

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Sith hire founding has Hyrule swich hardshippe ysene, but that is onli smale moment of time. "Mineru, the kynges elder suster, seyes of this kyngdom that hit ne mot nat awaren aye be ycaccht, nat evenforth fer futur. "Princesse Zelda tells hire that this futur be wrat alredi, that a champioun bith from the skie comen. "Bitwene the two, thei imaked to finden a wei this champioun in that distaunt time to ohelpen. "Her min treuthe, sogte thei to up-reisen the Temple of Time, into the skie to warden hit onyenes ivil. "Al dyden so in fer distaunt dai, our kingdom mighte be safed. "In min herte y woot y helpen mot, ond y asked of Mineru, canst yow devyse the menes to upreisen in the skie thaes stane. "Min wordes iseie nat enow, but thei thaes memorie safen, of the roial familie, heigh in the skie for that future time."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"That one is all about the feats that Zelda performed for the sake of the hero. "The details are unclear, but essentially, the chamberlain trusted in Mineru and Zelda's predictions and wanted to help. "She put forth the suggestion to Mineru to build a mechanism that could make her stone tablets float in the sky. "Which I take it are the very tablets you found, Link? But it doesn't end there. "If my translation is correct, it suggests that their Zelda worked with Mineru to raise the Temple of Time into the sky! "The idea of the Temple of Time—a grand edifice built in that ancient era—being lifted to the skies to await a hero… "Although given the appearaance of the sky islands after the Upheaval, perhaps it's not so far-fetched as it seems. "What must it have been like for the chamberlain to live through such miraculous times?"

The actual translation:

"Since her founding has Hyrule such hardship seen, but that is only small moment of time. "Mineru, the king's elder sister, says of this kingdom that it nay may not aware it be caught, not even for the far future. "Princess Zelda tells her that this future be wrought already, that a champion be from the sky comes. "Between the two, they made to find a way this champion in that distant time to help. "Her my truth, sought they to up-risen the Temple of Time, into the sky to ward it against evil. "All done so in far distant day, our kingdom might be saved. "In my heart I want to help more, and I asked of Mineru, can you devise the means to uprisen in the sky these stones. "My words I see not now, but they these memories safe, of the royal family, high in the sky for that future time."

The Day the Land Rose

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Swich wondrous sight y hav bihelden that ne con hit nat justil be described. "The Temple of Time y sawe, ond al londe yheld it, reisen to the skie, both ferful ond majestatic. "As princesse Zelda itold mi, in fer distaunt future comes a champioun to that place, the hope that Hyrule safen. "For that champioun be hit that y thes grete stane inscriben. "The kynges elder suster, Mineru, sendes nou thes stane to the skie, that the champioun mought hem ireden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is an eyewitness account of the day the Temple of Time floated into the sky. "It's a landmark discovery for the history of Hyrule. It may be one of the top 10 most important discoveries of all time! "Even among all the breathtaking displays of power we knew of from the era, to raise the land and its buildings into the sky… "That was a feat impressive even to those accustomed to wonders. You can tell as much from this account. "Zelda predicted that a hero would appear in the land they raised into the sky and that he would save Hyrule. "The chamberlain took this on faith and wanted to know how she could help. "So she inscribed these records on the stone tablets that Mineru sent into the sky. "Give me a moment. I need to view these accounts as a historian and not get so swept up in personal sentiments…"

The actual translation:

"Such wonderous sight I have beheld that nay can it not just be described. "The Temple of Time I saw, and all land held it, risen to the sky, both fearful and majestic. "As princess Zelda told me, in far distant future comes a champion to that place, the hope that Hyrule is safe. "For that champion be it that I these great stones inscribe. "The king's elder sister, Mineru, sends now these stones to the sky, that the champion might him read."

A Parting Resolve

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Rauru, Hyrules kyng. Sonia, hir quen. His elder suster, Mineru. Ond eek princesse Zelda. "Al whom y served, ond loved. Al whom thurghhon. Alon kerv y thes wordes upon this stan. "This stan, ond al thritene, serven als roial families recorde, min werk final, ful-wroht for al age. "Mani the mark made bi thes much biloved peples—som eth-sene, som unsene. "Whan y make remembraunce of hir markes, fele y flaume of hope, though ful small, within mi. "Hit be als though thes markes som graunt design describen. "I ne con nat met princesse Zelda hir lov for hir londe. What mor than, ask y, can y do for Hyrules peples. "Let min lyf lede mi fro hennes-forth an answere ful-worthi to this questioun."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"It seems this is the last of the records. "The royals whom the chamberlain served so faithfully were gone, one by one… "It's heartrending to read. Her pain comes across so clearly in her words. "What's less clear from these entries is the cause of all these partings… "Well, each new mystery is an opportunity to do more research. If I keep digging, someday I'll unravel it."

The actual translation:

"Rauru, Hyrule's king. Sonia, her queen. His elder sister, Mineru. And the princess Zelda. "All whom I served, and loved. All whom they're gone. Alone carve I these words upon this stone. "This stone, and all thirteen, serve as royal family's record, my work final, full-wrought for all ages. "Many the mark made by these much beloved peoples—some as seen, some unseen. "When I make remembrance of her marks, feel I a flame of hope, though full small, within me. "It be as though these mark some grand design described. "I nay can not meet princess Zelda her love for her land. What more than, ask I, can I do for Hyrule's peoples. "Let my life lead me for hence-forth an answer full-worthy to this question."

And that is all thirteen slabs translated.

¹ "Eck" has no apparent equivalent, but can be guessed to mean "with" from context.

² "Laudation" might not be correct; failing to translate "lausion" in English, I turned my switch to French mode, and the word that took its place was "admiration." "Laudation" was the closest related word with similar letters.

[skyartworkzzz]

Cult of the Goat rambling

Came up with some lore ideas, gonna put it here til Im able to draw it out!

Also mixing up with @lenorblr 's idea of the Old Gods still being around! (bless u again for sharing this with me <3 )

So, as Ive estabilished before, this universe is like a Fell version of COTL to me But how do we make an universe already quite spooky edgier? By alterning the GOOD things that happened in it What if those things did not happen?

Yk how Shamura was the one responsible for showing a world of wisdom to Narinder, until he carried on with it greedily and got punished for it? What if Shamura was the one on board with it but not Narinder? Given that the morals are reversed here, I think Narinder would be the kindest out of all the other Bishops, meaning that hed probably be the one to empathize and be able to recognize recklessness the best Shamura got all the Bishops on their side, but once Narinder expressed disdain for where their plans were going, they all sealed him away into his own domain

Since the Old Gods would still be around, the Bishops would be at constant war with them while trying to maintain their power over their own Lands (I like to think that since these are Gods we are talking about, itd be a bigass territorial and devotional conflict) So naturally, the world got much gloomier and dangerous than usual, the monsters became more terrifying and the biomes grew more traitorous, it is incredibly hard to survive in this world if u are not within the Bishops' domain/kingdom walls. Anyone outside of it cannot be trusted

NOW WHERE DOES THE GOAT COME IN THIS: Instead of being sacrificed in order to appease Narinder, the goats are sacrificed in order to empower the Bishops, which have been looking for ways to become stronger to face the Gods, so naturally these species quickly came to extinction until The Goat was the only one left

When they were executed, just as originally, their soul was transported to Narinders domain, and there they became his vessel

ALAS and however, instead of intending to free himself for the sake of power, Narinder wishes to be free in order to stop his siblings since he is the only one who can. So in order to do that, he makes the Goat his vessel and asks for a cult to be started in his name; the more devotion, the more powerful he grows, until inevitably the Goat has to lay down their own life

Now les say u could choose whether ud want to or not: If you lay down your life, the Goat is murdered and Narinder is fred, therefore implying he escapes his prison and went on to battle against his siblings As an extra, if this were to be game-esque, I imagine a post or pre-credits scene where the Goat can be seen walking into the afterlife with all the others of their kind welcoming them in

If you don’t lay down your life, the Goat offers themselves to become Narinder’s literal vessel. They would go back to the world of the living while possessed by Narinders aura, and thats how theyd beat the Bishops all at once

Once the battle is over, Narinder projects himself out as their shadow and expresses how reckless but brave they were, also pointing out that he is rather impressed by how resistent of a vessel they ended up being Narinder then warns about now being trapped inside of the Goats body and that they have consequently made themselves the new God of Death, given that they now possess Narinders powers. The Goat accepts such fate and is allowed to continue as a cult leader

So in the end, we have a Gods Vessel with their divine living inside their mind and body, both holding custody of the Crowns power like a single person And still having to face the Old Gods but thats for later brainstormi-

Eventually I think if there were to be a Mystic Seller, they would be responsible for freeing Narinder from the Goats body and giving him a mortal carcass. Before it was done tho, the MS wouldve likely warned both about their powers: Narinder would have to be reborn as a mortal in order to be his own person again, since the Crown cannot sit upon 2 brows, unless the Goat would be willing to sacrifice themselves which- hm. I think if this was once again in a game-style - before the options would show up to us - Narinder would interrupt to say he agrees with his condition Honestly I think he would be pretty chill with that LMAO just like “welp Ive done my part already, now its time to retire”, or be like “you wear the Crown well, u should keep it” @ the Goat, so he is revived and made into a follower with no personal problems

IK SOME OF THESE THINGS STILL DONT MATCH Ill likely play around with these ideas and doodle it out to test waters, BUT YEAH thats my interpretations thus far x’D

Hope yall like it! Thank chu for reading <3

[bloodyneptune]

Sister Sage theory:

I think her plan is to drive Homelander to do something that'll have people turning on Supes and Vought. So she starts pushing him to see himself as superior and humans as something he shouldn't care about killing.

That would feed into Homelanders need for love and approval, because hed only want it from people who are 'worthy'. He already thinks hes better than most supes, so of course the only 'worthy' person is Ryan.

But look what she did by insulting Ryans suit as not being 'unique', it hit Homie in the ego, which caused him to ruin Ryans first foray into Superheroing and turning him away from the only thing Homie has to bond with him, pushing him to Butcher. Which triggered Homelanders need for control, while shes causing uncontrollable chaos in the world around him. The more chaos, the more he has to control, the bigger the chaos the bigger his actions will be

He'll snap, massacre some folks, and everyone will be terrified and vote for all that anti supe legislation, crippling Vought. Which I think is her goal, she clearly doesn't enjoy her powers, and Vought is the reason she's got to lobotomize herself just for a break.

She's based on Lex Luthor, who's whole thing was stopping Superman from taking over the world, and Ozymandias who was cool killing millions to save billions with an incredibly intricate plan involving working with, tricking, and ruining the reputation of his 'Superman' (Manhattans even referred to as 'the Superman' at one point)

But theres more! I think she's working with Neuman, and knew Homelander would go to her if they just put her name in front of him. The most prominent book on her table is 'Beyond Human' almost like she set the scene for him.

Why do I think this? You know what causes strokes? Lack of blood flow to the brain. Do we know any supes that can control blood and would want Hughie distracted from his mission? See, I think his mom is being forced to work with someone, because theres no WAY his dad gave the power to make medical decisions on his behalf to a lady who he cant count on, that he talked to a few times after two decades, over his SON who knows him better than anyone. And no way he didnt know his dad had a DNR.

I think they caused the stroke, changed his will, and planted his mom there to make sure his only option was V. Why would his mom even look in his pocket, know what was in the vial, or how to administer it? It's one of Voughts biggest secrets. So someone had to know he had it and told her (You notice the side eye that Sage gave A Train when Hughie texted? He's one of the most famous people on earth in the middle of filming a blockbuster, theres no reason for a sus side eye if he gets a text...unless she knew)

[POTENTIAL SPOILERS] And most of us know what happens when you give V to someone who's brain dead (lets just say his dads not making it to the Winchester this time). Maybe its a ploy to make Vought look bad, cause chaos, maybe he'll have to take his own dad down and they have plans for Hughie that they need him in a certain mindset for. Idk, Im not the worlds smartest person

I think the whole theme of this season is "nobody is who they seem", and I think Sage is going to do what nobody else could, and bring them down. Id love it if next season was a take on the Mutant Registration Act. Could you imagine Homelander, on the run, thinking supes are superior to humans? Still with his need for love and adoration? Dude, he'd be Magneto (with several personality disorders).

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 7

heavy smut, sinji watches you get pounded into, gun mention, violence.

“hakari wait-“ you had tried to say, before the next thing you knew, you were bent over the table. your back arched off it, staring up at hakari with doe eyes and you felt a heat to your core.

your lips embrace with his, him biting on your bottom lip so softly and licking your tongue. his hand finds its way to your panties, tugging at them softly. this was his way of asking for your grace, taking his other hand and grabbing a hold of your jaw and looking down at you.

“give this to me.” he said, wasnt really asking, more demanding. he also kept his eye on sinji, who was writhing in pain from the beat down he endured.

you nodded, no longer worried about sinji and your bottoms were off. the cold air of the room instinctively made you close your legs shut, but hakari slammed them open. he gets in the middle of them, leaning down to your neck and kissing at your throat. you shivered, then arching into his hand as he gropes at a fat breast.

he must have been craving you, because there was no slowness, by that being said he was already making out with your clit.

your hips instinctively grind against his face, trying to chase that high he and you loved. the slight nibble on the throbbing muscle that you desperately missed, pulling at his hair and moaning aloud.

“tug on that shit.. make it hurt baby.” he whispered, but sentences being muffled by having a mouthful of pussy. he didnt drop his eye on sinji. sinji was still groaning, but he was watching both of you.

sinji, being sinji, grew more and more aware on his situation.

and you didnt care, hakari’s mouth felt so damn good for you to not pay attention. and hakari always had this combination, one that made you cum quick, one that had you seeing stars.

“give it t’me.. c’mon mama.. c’mon mama fuck.” he cooed, licking at your clit and shoving two thick fingers into your pussy. he automatically knew where your g-spot was, so whenever he had been knuckles deep in you, thats where he was.

and that gummy spot was making you roll your eyes back, making a creamy white around your hole and on your lips. hakari loved it, scooping some with the two pads of his fingers and smearing it all around your pussy, labia, lips, clit, everywhere. the coil in your tummy had snapped and you were down for the count, feeling his fingers be pushed out by your gushing pussy.

hakari wasted no time, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his pants. he didn’t bother pulling them down, taking his cock out and watching you. he shoved his fingers in your cunt again, moving his finger in your cunt vigorously until you were conscious again and that coil snapped- he had that affect. you may not even think you could cum again and hed draw it out.

“h-hey-“ sinji tried to get up, but hakari aimed his pistol at him, drawing yours and his attention.

“hakari what are you–“ you tried to say.

“you try to stop me from fuckin’ my girl and i will pop one in you.” he said, almost a growl. he looked back at you, smiling kissing your throat again and having you whine. he slid himself inside, angling his hips and slamming them against yours.

if you could moan coming through your gut, thats what it would sound like. he put a hand on your hip, pinning you down softly and having you cream around his length. he watched your expressions contort into one of pleasure, legs shaking and you throwing your head back.

“thats it.. there you go..” he whispered, going slower as he fucked his cock into you. regardless of the fact he had a gun pointed at your now ex boyfriend, you think thats what makes the situation more arousing.

his thrusts grew needy, grew frantic and he was burning all over, you knew be was chasing his own jackpot. he groaned out, taking his free hand from your hip to the back of your head and brought you both close.

“i love you.” he said, fucking into that gummy spot and panting. “i love you..” he said again, turning the safety off as he heard shuffling from sinji. “i fuckin’ love you..” he said again, his hips slamming into you harder.

JACKPOT!

“dont you dare!–“ sinji went to say, before a guard or three of them pinned sinji down, making hakari chuckle. you were completely out of it, a pretty panting mess hakari would say.

“dont think about coming back ‘round here, aight?” hakari told him, dragging the tip of the gun down his face. “i dont need her permission to shoot.”

and you never really did see sinji after that.

[i-cant-sing]

I recently watched an autistic lawyer drama, which inspired this ask!

How would Halima and Mahir react to reader not being rejected out of law cases and even discriminated against by both clients and coworkers due to her disability (any disability will do whether mental or physical). Despite being very capable as a lawyer, people focus on her disability rather than her skills. Maybe she had a case that was instead passed on the either of them as the client demanded to have a “proper” attorney

Well, in this AU, they would both be lawyers. Halim works at his father's firm, and Mahir has started his own firm, both of which arebvery successful. You would probably be a friend of theirs from law school and they've both been very fond of you ever since, and now you were hired by Mahir's firm (even though Halim fought hard to get you in his firm with all the added benefits and bonuses, it was you who decided to work for Mahir because you felt he would be good at giving you constructive criticism. Halim is a softie).

So you have a stutter, but you have never let it be a problem. No, no, you were confident and hardworking and smart. Even in law school, you were good at defending your mock cases and thesis.

And your clients were always satisfied with your work as well, even if you were always supervised by Mahir for the first few cases. And since he was happy with your work, he decided to let you handle the next case on your own.

And boy oh boy did he know he made the right choice with you when you brought in a very big, very rich client. He gave you a nod of approval when you were leading the client to a meeting room.

Halim had decided to drop in by Mahir's firm to hang out with him (and you of course, although he'd much rather take you out with him. But you're far too concerned with work ethics), when he saw you leaving the meeting room with tears in your eyes. He followed you to your office, eyes widening at you sobbing quietly, looking startled when he called out your name.

"Y/n?" Halim walked closer, pulling your hands away from your face that were trying to wipe away the tears. "What happened?"

And that was enough for you to start crying again.

You told him everything, about the new client you had found, and how he berated you for having a stutter, said that he doesn't need a useless stuttering clown to fuck up his case and make him lose millions, and to go fetch him a more competent lawyer and threw a wad of cash at your face to "go fix your stutter and your face".

Halim's mouth had never dropped so fast and while he was busy consoling you (and plotting this guy's murder), unbeknownst to the two of them, Mahir had listened to all of this(because he ahd his assistant inform him whenever Halim entered the building so that he could keep his friend away from you) and was now inside the meeting room, ripping this client a new one using all the dirt he had gotten on him before Mahir had allowed you to get a new client (you didn't think hed let you have ANY client did you? The world is full of nasty criminals and he doesnt want one within 100 metres of you.) Within 5 minutes, the client had left Mahir's firm with his tail tucked between his legs.

When Halim was done consoling you, Mahir had entered your office and apologised on behalf of the rude client and had told you that you will not be dealing with him anymore.

"But- but he's worth a lot to the firm!" You argued, standing up to run after the client and beg him to stay. You didn't want Mahir to lose a client because of you.

But Mahir grabbed your shoulders before you could run, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

"Not more than you."

Meanwhile, Halim had excused himself to the restroom to make some calls that ended up in making sure that no firm in the entire country takes this jerk's case, and if someone does, then Halim uses his daddy's money to buy off the judges and police to get fake evidence and make this guy lose his case and money. Oh and Halim and Mahir will team up to fight the case against this guy and there's no way that anyone can win a case against them when they work together.

No one gets away with making you cry.

[gaslybottoms]

some post singapore nortrell that fell out of me after listening to landos happy noises over the radio

max loves singapore. he loves the way it feels a little like coming home every time he travels with lando for the race. they call it a boys trip every time, even though its not, even though its because landos racing. but they always carve out a little time for each other between the sessions, and on the wednesday before landos duties really start, they have a date night.

so singapore holds as many memories for him as an adult as it did when he was growing up.

he watches the race from the back of the garage, biting his nails as lando is chased down by the two mercedes. but carlos - sweet, wonderful carlos who had made landos first anxiety riddled seasons that much better when max couldnt travel with them - gives lando the tow he needs to keep them both out of danger.

lando crosses the line p2, and max cannot help the grin that stretches across his face when he hears landos delighted giggle through his headset.

most of his team are gone, already down under the podium, but max hangs back and waits. he isnt sure hed be able to hold himself back, and this is landos moment. they can have their own later.

after the podium, max spies lando rapidly approaching him in the pitlane as the team gathers for the photo. he opens his arms without thinking, and lando jogs into him, screeching with laughter as max picks him up around his waist and spins him, before placing him gently back on his feet. lando stumbles a little, his energy fleeting, but max holds him steady, one arm around his waist as lando tucks his head agains maxs neck. his curls are wet, sticky with champagne and sweat, but max presses his face against them anyway, kissing the top of landos head as he steers him towards his team.

"proud of you buddy," he says, and when he looks at lando he sees tears glistening in his eyes even as hes smiling.

because max loves singapore, and he loves lando, and theyre now forever etched together in history, landos name written amongst all the greats that came before him. its not quite p1, but maybe -

"next year," lando says, clasping maxs face between his hands and kissing him soundly, uncaring of all the media surrounding them. "next year ill win it for us."

[crazywolf85]

WORDGIRL AU HCS:

The Coach

REAL NAME: Coach's real name is "Parto Satria Ardiansyah". He can also be referred by Satria and Ardi but only with family or close friends since he doesn't want his identity to be reveal for obvious reasons. his deadname is "Aisyah Hendra Fatamah", he sometimes let people in his family to call him "Hendra" or "Fatmah", he doesn't mind only with family.

PERSONALITY: Coach's personality is mix of canon, rarity from mlp, georgette from oliver and company, and jessica rabbit.

FAMILY: Coach have a great relationship with his family. his dad, mom, grandparents, loves him dearly. coach can be a little salty with his brothers The Masked Meat Marauder, Police Commisiner Watson, but they love eachother.

MARRIAGE: When coach married his first husband "Nick Michols" at the age of 22 things change, he is struggling for Nick's Expectations. Nick is a emotionally abusive husband who always have ways to bring coach down, but when coach give birth to his first daughter it's like his problems went away. he loves his daughter dearly and would do anything to protect her even from his husband. Nick wanted a son so he's pretty much a deadbeat father and a neglectful one also, that leads to their divorce. but eventually coach found Hal Hardbargain and Masked Bagger/Bill then married them immediately as coach have his second child which is a boy.

AGE: Coach's age ranged from the og which is 38 and the au is taken after 4 years so hed be 42 now.

VILLAIN SCHOOL: Coach is the Leader/Princibal of the villain school. Coach is strict, manipulative and honest to his students, no akwardness or slipping off his words. He's very secretive of his own intentions and background, his student doesn't mess with him but often see him as a father figure. Coach also saw his students as his own children but often shake that thought. The student catch most attached to is invisibill because they and coach grew up together, the same as whammer but coach was his babysitter. when it comes to ms question it's very complicated, coach is guilty for failing her but also glad to have her gone because she have a grudge against him.

OTHERS: coach, seymour, reason,and scoops grew up in the same city which is jakarta. they are good friends even would hang out in granny mays house.

Coach and tobey is like a uncle an nephew since coach is friends with claire, same goes to becky, she may see him as a threat but also as an uncle figure since coach is very close friends with sally.

Coach and glenda are close, but he would find her strange to say the least.but theyre very good friends.

Coach have a grudge against his ex nick, which is understandable but nick is already regret his action and often appearing sheepish towards coach.

Coach and leslie are very close friends, they like to gossip and other girly stuff.

FASHION SENSE: Coach has love for fashion. always wearing his earrings, rings and whistle. he loves handbags that are specifically from the COACH brand. he wear many feminine outfit and does his make up very often. also loves expensive colonge.

STATUS: Coach isn't kicked out of his house. he does have an apartment but that is just for his villain school, he still have his own house where he lives with hal, bill, his kids and also two cats. coach isn't that broke since he has mr big as a friend, bill as a grocery store manager and hal as mechanic. Coach definitely ask for money to them many time.

ABILITY: Eventho coach is small, he have the strength of a full grown tall man. he exercise daily, going to the gym with the boys and take martial art class. he can defend himself pretty good, you would not wanna mess with him. he can also dodge things easily and use swords or katanas very well. hes pretty much powerful in this AU.

that's pretty much it, ill add stuff if there's more i can come up with.

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[konoisms]

he hears growling from below. how can he hear them? a flicker of magic goes through the air, and he realizes its probably just Their energy surging through him. he wraps his arms around himself. hes cold, and theres snow in the air. he doesnt know whats happened, and if whats happened is even real but he assumes it is. he doesnt think hed be hallucinating. he hears his name called, but he knows its not spoken. "xelqua, mighty xelqua, do you even watch over this world? im struggling to even keep my own thoughts .. coherent. i dont even have control of my own body. it hurts. if you can hear me, xelqua, please, save me, save us." its scars voice. he recognizes it, and his chest aches. he must not be hallucinating. something has happened. and theres zombies, his friends, theyre zombies, hes sure of it. he stands up, his large wings wrapping around himself. the tips of them have changed from their normal parrot colour to a slight purple, scars prayer giving him slight power. he grabs an arrow, slinging it into his bow. he grabs a torch, and lights the arrow on fire. he shoots down at the ground, hoping to see something, anything. it hits the ground, starting a small fire. roughly three people stare up at him, running over to the ladder. "fuck."

[adorable-deku]

ok so new au post bc it went haywire after the horses

so, all might has to be in a hospital for a while after the fight with all for one. this is a v secretive hospital where u basically have to be a hero, a politician, or heinously rich to get into. coincidentally, there is also a person who is both heinous and heinously rich who decided to send his son there.

ironically, doing the exact same thing that nana shimura did w her own children for exactly the same reason (otherwise what? trust trubasa with his kid?). izuku is kind of sickly, which is hereditary, and quirkless, which is also hereditary. all for one, father of the year, has a dragons hoard of quirks, including passive ones which just increase health. he weighs his options and without asking izuku (of course), figures hed be better off suffering the short lived pain of quirk transmission than suffering the long term pain of a crazy weak immune system.

after doing this, he sends izuku to the best hospital in the country to recover so, in the timespan where hes fucking up all might, in case anything goes awry (which it does). he also uses a quirk to change his eye and hair color, and remove the freckles.

so izuku has an illness nobody really understands (bc its a symptom of forced quirk transmission), but hes a tiny fucking trooper and the whole hospital loves him. hes a tiny ball of sunshine who talks like a little adult but stumbles on the adult words and gives nonsensical advice like kids do, but a little scarier

All might is in a kind of tucked away corner of the hospital that people arent supposed to go into, but izuku gets away with everything (historically) and loves to explore, so inevitably izuku ends up in toshinori's ward. maybe the door's open bc hes recently woken up or smth and the nurse is in there and this man sees a fluffy little dude w them Big Ole Eyes peeking in from the hallway. izuku skitters away after a short scolding from the nurse but ofc he returns later to talk to the thin man w the intense blue eyes whe looks haunted

at this point in life, izuku has encountered a lot of people who look haunted and hopeless, whether while around his father or at the hospital. he likes cheering them up. in a way, its selfless, bc he doesnt expect anything for it. but its also selfish in the way a child is; he wants them to smile for his own self satisfaction rather than bc its actually helping them. hes a bit emotionally stunted empathetically for obvious reasons

all might feels like hes lost all hope and thinks he could probably never use one for all every again. izuku thinks calling something impossible is just giving up on it. theyre both wrong but they help each other and grow together and become very close.

(unrelated but all might does not give izuku his real name. izuku asks and the first thing that pop into his head is captain america, the movie he watched before his shit got rocked, and steve was added into his glorious hall of monikers)

its also assisted by the fact that since izuku has come to the hospital, his father has not visited him even once, despite promising to. all might has never met izukus father *cough cough* but his impression of him already isnt very good. he gets so attached, despite telling himself thay he cant get attached bc look what happened to nana, right?

all for one gets his kid back many months later, when his brain damage is repaired enough for him to be awake a few hours a day, and his adorable mischievous child is going on and ON about becoming a hero. whoever 'steve' was, all for one was gonna beat their ass.

[silenttrxxs]

hybrid! choi san x reader

being part of a world where hybrids and humans co-exist was weird, there was always a nervousness with showing the animal side of yourself to anyone.

San was a prime example of this, being part of the most well known groups in south korea it was hard to constantly hide this part of him. Everyone knew but the personal feelings that san held was something he really didnt have the guts to do, he would rather live as one with humans than deal with his werewolf side.

He had grown up always doubting himself, his werewolf side was dangerous, sometimes deadly. He had blood on his hands, none of it being his own. He wanted to live his life with no worries, it seemed humans had more of an easy life.

Today was no day different to any others it was the same thing as normal, waking up early and getting himself showered and ready to go to the dance room, new choreography meaning each member had to practice until they got everything right and synchronised. Today was feeling different in a slight way though, he'd woken up in a sweat, looking around the room, the sun creeping through the curtains blinding him a little before he stretched before groaning as he felt a pain spread through his whole body. He rolled his eyes as he realised what this meant.

See being a hybrid meant he would experience ruts, this being a basic instinct that he would have to fulfil to stop the pain or take certain supplements that would counteract the feeling so he could continue the day as normal. He groaned as he stood up in pain, the weight between his legs being the root cause of this. Grabbing his phone he text the only person he knew that could help him.

"Y/N, its time, please tell me you have time off work i need you" San text hoping that today would be a free day for you.

You was busy, lining up stock on the shelves in the KPOP Store that had kindly offered you a job, making sure the photocards were lined up perfectly you felt your phone stir in your pocket and the name lighting up the screen.

산 (san) - "Y/N, its time, please tell me you have time off work i need you" you rolled your eyes a little letting out a slight giggle. Walking to your boss you smiled at them.

"hey boss, im all done for the day is it okay to clock off early" you asked sweetly, praying she would allow you to clock out and get to san as quick as possible.

"yeah sure, well be closing early today if it doesnt get any busier" your boss said smiling at you. You practically ran to the back grabbing your lanyard and clocking out and unlocking the locker grabbing your bag and getting out onto the streets or korea. Taking a short stroll to the nearest station was nothing, you had done this many of times before. You pulled your phone out typing out a message to San.

"im on my way now baby dont worry okay, ill be there as soon as possible" you pressed send hoping to god your signal would work.

San smiled as he reached into his pocket in the canteen.

He typed a message back quickly before smiling at seonghwa and sitting down slowly. They began eating their food conversing about the next comeback season and how much work that they would be putting onto themselves along with hiding the hybrid side of them to make sure that atiny would never be scared of them.

You grabbed your phone seeing the message from san lighting up your phone. You switched your headphones on and got off the subway. Taking your time to enjoy the slight peace that you could get before entering the KQ building.

산 (san) - "i need you to milk me baby, it hurts".

Reading this you felt a blush creep up your cheeks and across into your ears.

San had finished his food, taking the trays and tidying the table off he walked to the lobby waiting for you to arrive. He had always made sure that security knew to let you in. Giving you a lanyard to allow yourself through the gates wasnt enough for him, hed always been one to make sure that you had nothing go wrong whilst you come to see him, no enemy pack around to cause mischief. Your safety alone was his main priority, human and hybrid world combined.

You took your headphones out before entering the building bowing and greeting staff and trainees as you came in, before looking up and locking eyes with san. A wide grin plastering both your faces as you walked closer to him. He stood there with outstreched arms, you tried not to run into him keeping your body from leaping forward you kept your speed.

San took you into his arms wrapping his warmth around you like a blanket. "Hey baby, how was work?" san said placing a chaste kiss to your forehead and running his hands down your arms, lacing his hands with yours. He had to touch you, his body craving your touch and softness.

"it was good, i managed to get the rest of the day off and rushed here as soon as i could, im guessing hongjoong actually let you skip practice today then?" you questioned knowing today was supposed to be jam packed for all the members.

"Yeah it wasnt easy but after speaking with both him and seonghwa it was easy. He will just work me harder next time so i can catch up" San explained to you before gripping your hand and leading you to he dorms upstairs.

San took your bag before you had even noticed. hed always had treated you like a princess, being in his rut didnt mean this would change apart from the possibilty that walking alone would be a challenge when he was done with you.

"God, i cant bare it any longer" San said as he shut the door and locked it pushing you against the door. His breath fanning over your neck, his words melting into your ear as he left a barely there kiss to your neck. This causing you to shiver in anticipation.

"I cant bare this anymore baby, i need you on your knees for me" he said before guiding you to the couch. unzipping his trousers and allowing his cock to spring free. You almost drooled at the sight alone. Your eyes widening and your body heating up.

You got on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with doe eyes, knowing exactly how to drive him insane. Your tongue slowly wetting your lips. He hissed as he watched you intently.

"F-fuck baby" he hissed out before moving slightly, his hand stroking his cock gently, your took the first step placing a soft kiss to his tip before moving his hand and taking the entirety of his cock into your mouth, relaxing your throat enough to drive him wild. He growled lowly as you did this. His hybrid side making an apparence as his ears popped out, the soft black ears complementing his features so well. He knew you loved this side of him. It was rare that he felt completely comfortable to let him free. With you he had no worries. He allowed himself to completely let go.

"O-oh my god" he moaned out as you started to allow your mouth to continue to tease him, your throat clenching around his length as your hands found themselves gripping onto his thighs your newly done manicure leaving marks in the soft flesh. Looking up at him through your lidded eyes he sucked in a sharp breath before gripping a fistful of your hair and pulling you off of him harshly. Before you could argue he'd thrown you over his shoulder and into the bedroom.

Your body landing on the soft bed and your clothes already thrown across the room. you laid there bare against his silk sheets. "Always so beautiful for me aren't you princess" San said complimenting how you looked all laid our for him. "J-Just fuck me already san" you groaned out the roughness from san had driven you crazy. You was ready to beg for him. He stripped himself to nothing, his cock red and leaking.

You moved into postion, your ass on display for him. You both loved this postion. Hed always leave marks of him on you for you to enjoy seeing everytime you had a shower or something.

Gripping your hips he lined himself up with your folds and thrusted in harshly, holding himself still for a moment whilst you fluttered around him getting use to his size.

(reached limit part 2 incoming)

[keysimash]

fuck it. Cringe ass Magolor post from yours truly.

I've wanted to write a proper fic where the tables are turned and instead of Reader petting kitty Magolor, magolor pets and gives physical affection to the reader, but burnout and writers block and embarrassment have mostly stopped me but iys cute and its fluffy and whatever I'm throwing this into the wind, outline and.general thoughts I've had

Cringe incoming

Magolor is always happy to recieve pets from a trusted human with their giant warm hands with long, dextrous fingers that can scritch and pet in ways his own hands cant,

The first time he reciprocates would probably be around 4 - 5 sessions, citing that he "doesn't accept it for free" and that its polite to reciprocate and he wants to look at and examine your weird humanness more closely

OR

if he gets Jealous of His Human coming into his vicinity smelling like Other Fucking Carnivores. Originally in my deleted/reuploaded mag/reader fic this was gonna be a whole thing where the reader was friends with a bunch of Scarfies, and he got PISSED and basically marked the reader by getting super cuddly all of a sudden, the reader doesn't know because humans cant smell like that, and they try to hang out with their Scarfy friends who are like. Staying at least six feet away like "Ummmm. Did you get a boyfriend??? You've got DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH scent all over you lol"

I mean. I've been around mag/reader fics since I was like what, twelve? That sounds right, I dunno I can hardly attach a numerical age to kid memories ANYWAY I've SEEN. how many ppl write him as super possessive and jealous ESP fuckers who are horny for the crowned version you are all sinners none of you are free from sin. This cat is not well adjusted. Anyway

He'd start with your hands, taking them in his gloves, then he'd take his gloves off himself. His hands are smaller under his gloves but still pretty big compared to his own body. Still, though, I think they'd be about the size of a human hand, if Magolor himself is about the size of a backpack, since in official art it seems like his hands are half the size of his body?

I picture them soft and brown, scarred, with squishy pink paw pads on the soft parts of the palm and the last pads on his finger tips. He flexes them, and dark claws come out, relaxes, they retreat: repeat this a few times before he places his gloves neatly somewhere nearby, putting them there without looking or turning, hes already seen the room: hes looking at You, big yellow eyes, glowing a bit. White pupils all wide, taking you all in, making his eyes look lighter.

When he actually starts touching it would be more curious that affectionate, hed definitely be bending fingers and gently moving your elbows, not painful, just Examining, his skeleton is so different after all, and he has no limbs to speak of. he presses deep with his hands until he feels the bones underneath, puts his hands in different spots, on your shoulder, asks you to move and feels the bones move with. Takes a claw and runs it under your fingernail, just barely pressing in, not enough to hurt, just enough tto scrape out any dirt, remarks on how dull your claws are.

The readers own reaction would definitely affect his a lot. He really needs input from others to figure out how to compose himself, a calm and composed yet pleased reaction would fluster him more than anything as he would start to get embarrassed himself doing something so focused on another and yet, he would want praise very badly.

Teasing him would get teasing back:

He would call you silly names making fun of your human features if you teased him lol like "foot-haver" or "magicless loser" etc (he would immediately stop if you seemed actually upset)

but it wouldnt take much to make him into mess ;)

Any flusteredness or embarrassed behavior he will latch onto and tease relentlessly in order to feed his own ego and false confidence, somethin like:

"Hah! You should see your face" "does it feel that good? I havent even done anything yet"

If he gets called out on making petting seem .. less innocent he will accuse you of being the one with a dirty mind lol

The two possibilities here are either his human partner gets more flustered, which might go something like:

he starts purring at the reaction to his own touch, starts running one claw lightly along your arm. Presses up close, close with his head under your chin, purring purring purring, you can feel it and hes like a little furnace. Because he floats he can press his whole weight against a human with little effort, he presses and nuzzles then his hands find the back of your shirt and knead. His face he rubs along your shoulders and neck

OR the tables get turned on the cat egg:

Pointing out his purring, saying something like "you seem excited to do this, dont you? :)" Or commenting on how cute or lovely he is and keeping on doing it, hitting that reward center in his brain so starved for attention -- hed probably make a cute little sound at that -- or if a human touched him and started petting him while he was trying to give affection, that reciprocation would make him pull his scarf down and lick one long stripe up your arm.

I was thinking about Halcandran tongues: carnivores, yes, so barbed like a cats to lick the meat off bones, but: they're not exactly flexible like a cat, they can move but not as freely, they're not exactly egg shaped but still. So grooming would become, either something one did with ones own hands or, a communal activity, social bonding.

He would feel scratchy, his face soft: a lot flatter than a normal cat, he still has a bit of a muzzle but not much. The whiskers tickle, he pauses at the crook of your elbow, looks up at you, licks a few more times, pulls away a bit.

"You taste salty..."

If allowed to continue he certainly will, kneading and laving over the crook of your neck, nibbling curiously at collarbones before nosing into the dips they make under your skin, etc etc. He will examine the shell of your ear with a paw, purring close to it, will lick through your hair if it's short, it would be like fur to him; long hair he would comb through with fingers, hovering around you to nuzzle the back of your neck, purring all the while.

Eventually, he might get to your hands, and he would, well. I should stop before I make a post tha would get me banned from.tumblr, lol.

[limpfisted]

its actually really interesting that wyll will CHOOSE to be the blade of avernus and also CHOOSE to go avernus with karlach, rather than become duke

like he really went “i would rather go to hell and be my own man AND FIGHT DEVILS than have to deal with the other dukes and the patriars and all the corrupt and evil decisions i would have to make.”

fighting is what wyll knows. and while im sure he knows there are parts of being grand duke that would be easy for him, and REWARDING—being kind to the poor and needy in the lower city and the outer city, giving them what they need—he would also have to deal with the soul-crushing trauma his father dealt with having to deal with the people who r actually powerful in baldur’s gate, plus the flaming fist, plus florrick n his father. who all KNEW he made a deal with a devil, who KNOW he was basically a homeless teenage drop out even if he did MAKE himself a hero. if u think that wouldnt be used against him…. rip

(wyll is lawful good. his father is described as valiant, heroic—but hes also nuetral good and every other named npc his father deals with in baldurs gate from the politicians and his fellow dukes to EVERY flaming fist is “lawful evil.” that weighs on a person like wyll.)

he tells u he knows its crazy, but i think fighting in avernus genuinely excites him

he gave himself a new title. i think he kinda… accepts being a handsome devil warrior at that point

bc while wyll is kind and good he also is an extremely intense person who loves the bloodshed of evildoers and ripping the horns off of devils. u fight a god n he goes “what a great fight!” lmao

hes a dreamy, imaginative person who could find both great satisfaction and great horrors in both (going to the hells IS crazy and there would be no grateful meek and needy people to help that would like, really satisfy wyll the way helping refugee children would. and it wouldnt be as easy as “give food to the hungry” or “dry a little boys tears” u know what i mean? and hed still have to deal with disrespect, and like. having his basic needs like food n water not met. there is something to be said about the cushy luxury a grand duke would have, even if i dont think wyll would ever really want that, tho he would want that for YOU.)

i dont think there IS a fairy tale ending for wyll ravengard. sad but true. but there will be. so much dancing. n really how could he ask for more!

[yourrlocalhellhound]

How Vladimir Makarov would react to you getting hurt during a safehouse raid. (Child edition)

You were Makarov's only child, and the only one who he cared about other than himself. He wasn't the best father by any means, never being around and always being distance with you, rather choosing to show up, buy you something expensive and leave again, but he did his absolute best to make sure you were safe as he knew his reputation made him, and by extension you, a target. You were at one of the safehouses, the Konni soldiers attending to you as usual until you heard gunshots and before you knew it, the Konni soldiers were dead. You were terrified and hid under your bed, trying to hide before eventually being found out. You were dragged from underneath your bed and eventually beaten and left for dead in your own bedroom, the assailant trying to kill you despite you being a child to get back at your father. Although there were thankfully alarms on the safehouse, especially since it was the one you were in and more Konni soldiers quickly arrived and found you. You were immediately treated by a few of the medics that were with the backup soldiers, although thankfully you only suffered severe bruises, cuts and a broken arm. Your father had an alarm where he would be immediately notified if the alarms went on in the safehouse as you were there so he was on edge after getting the notifications, although it quickly turned to fury once his soldiers informed him of what happened to you. You were immediately rushed to the nearest, and private, hospital, being put under a fake name and having one of his soldiers be your so-called Uncle so he could stay with you until Makarov arrived. You had a private room and were immediately given treatment, partly because you were a child, and partly before your father paid extra for extra treatment. You were given the best food the hospital could provide and flavoured medicine so it would taste nice, and you even had a TV and a window view so you could watch your cartoons as well as the falling russian snow. You lied comfortably in your bed, it being a one that would recline of course, snuggling under your extra blankets as your fathers soldier watched over to you before your father arrived, under a fake name too, of course. He paid all of the medical bills without question, although when the doctor gave him the paper that said all of your injuries, he had to control himself not to... Well... 'No russian' the whole hospital and he probably would have if you weren't in said hospital, although he managed to keep his anger under control once he walked into your hospital room. He would now never leave your side, escorting and helping you to the adjacent and private bathroom in the hospital, and if any of his soldiers needed his input, he'd give them it from the hospital before tending back to you. He'd get angry if anything you wanted or needed wasn't given you to immediately, and he wasn't afraid of mouthing off or any of the nurses if they took too long getting another carton of your beloved apple juice. Once you finally were able to be discharged, you were now always with your father, on missions, in the safehouse, you were always with him, but if he couldn't, you'd always be in a safe and reinforced place with cameras and hed always be watching you, and if you were with him, child leash you it was, even when you grew up into a teenager.