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xkaidaxxxx · 2 months

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Jack Atlas x Reader

Royalty

Sorry for any ERRORS (late night writing)

Mentions: Foul language, Physical and Verbal Abuse, Self doubt,NSFW,etc.

”Obey my orders! You’re the first born. You didn’t work so hard your entire life for nothing!” Your father yelled. Slapping you in the process. You had a few marks on your arms hence why you wore gloves“Y-yes sir..I understand. Don’t beat me.” You said. “ Alright.” He said leaving the room. You cried still believing his words. One of your maids walked out of the closet where she picked out pajamas and treatment for your wounds. “ thank you.” You said grabbing the clothing and changed into them. “Come sit darling. Treatment time.” She said. Hannis is your personal maid. Always cared for you. You sat down.“ I hope he’s a kind, considerate, strong man. That he protects me. I can’t take this anymore.” You cried. You wish for him be your knight in shining armor. After an hour you went straight to bed. Your dream was wonderful. Dancing in the ballroom surrounded by shining stars. You fell landing on the ground. Seeing flowers around you. You heard a laugh and someone holding onto your hand. You woke up crying. You felt like it would never be . “ Princess breakfast will be ready soon.” One of the maids said. You got up feeling pain but ignored it. You fixed up your hair, light makeup,etc. “ You’ll be meeting him tomorrow. Going on a week vacation. No sexual activity will be tolerated. Sleeping in separate rooms. I expect you to behave.I don’t want his parents to think you’re not suitable.” Your father stated while you ate breakfast. You knew exactly how to act and what to do. The entire day you spent having fun. Painting, reading, playing piano, and most importantly screaming your pain out in the hidden part of the castle you found when you were younger. Tomorrow was finally here.

You sat in silence as the car drove you to the location where you’d vacation. “I’m aware no matter how this vacation ends we’ll marry so you don’t have to up the perfect pink princess act. It disgusts me.” He says. That knight in shining armor wish you had was quickly washed away. “Purple.” You replied, holding your tears back. “Huh?” He questioned fixing his gloves. “ My favorite color is purple. Offend me by saying "perfect purple princess.” You responded. You realized you messed up. “Remember your place.” He gripped your wrist. You yelped.“You obey me from now on.Don’t be such a baby. I’m not gripping hard.” He let you go. “I broke my wrist this morning. I didn’t want to ruin our trip by saying so..I’m sorry Prince Atlas.” You cried silently. Rolling his eyes he huffed. Months passed he was such an asshole,arrogant, disrespectful, abusive. At least not as horrible as your father. This was for the Kingdom. It’s people. It was beneficial for both kingdoms.You walked down the aisle. Wearing your white dress. It was breathtaking. It hugged your body wonderfully. Your guests gasped as they saw you. They all believed the love story. Tears slipped as your father walked you down the aisle. Tears of sadness,yet no one noticed. You and Jack held hands smiling fakely The wedding and coronation went according to plan. “All hail King and Queen Atlas.” Was said by the preacher. The guests and staff repeated. The entire time you were thinking about Prince Charming in your dream. That’s what got you through it all.

Day before the wedding “We expect an heir to the throne.”Jacks mother said. “Yes.” You replied and left the room with him.

After the wedding

In your now shared room. You sat at the edge of the bed dressed in comfortable clothes. “Y/n..I had a talk with a friend last week..it was a rude awakening. I apologize. I abused you..I have to live with the guilt forever. I never put myself in your shoes. You lost your mother..your father abused you for most of your life. You were forced to marry. You have to carry our children without wanting to. I should’ve helped you instead of adding fuel to the fire.” He said while kneeling on the floor. You were angry at everything he did.You want him to feel guilty until the day he dies. “Don’t expect me to forgive you like it was nothing.” You cried then slapped him. He didn’t hurt you at all, not physically or verbally. “Hit me until you're satisfied.” He said. You kicked, slapped and punched him. You threw heels at him. You threw some of your jewelry at him leaving some cuts behind. You threw a lamp at him. It hit him straight in the head.“ The pain you’re feeling is nothing. I’ve dealt with worse pain. This is the only time I gladly obeyed you.” You spoke, slapping him one last time. He silently walked to the bathroom cleaning up the blood from the small wounds you left behind. Honeymoon: The entire month was fun. Playing chess, dancing, horseback riding, swimming, baking,even bungee jumping, etc. Everything that made you both share your innermost self. Open up your hearts to each other. In such a small amount of time. Laughter spread throughout the castle's entrance. Jack embraced you. You both experienced fun. “ I see the honeymoon went well.” Your father spoke. You nodded.“we enjoyed every second of it.” Jack replied. “ The baby will be so cute.” His mother said.“ We decided to wait. We aren’t ready for a baby. Bring lunch to our room.” Jack commented.You guys came back with new versions of yourselves. They couldn’t believe how you rebelled against them.

“Lunch then dance in the ballroom? ” He asked as you walked upstairs. “Lunch, dance, then cuddle and watch a movie.” You responded. “ Anything for you” You blushed. He was getting to you. “ Jack..I like you.” “I like you too y/n.” He responded by carrying you inside the room then shutting the door, locking it. “ Can we try?” You asked, leaving a peck on his lips. “Yeah of course.” Setting you down carefully you bit your lip as he took your jewelry off and unzipped your purple dress. You were nervous yet turned to face him once the dress pooled on the floor around you.“ Beautiful.” Was all said removing his clothing. “there’s no way.” Your cunny clenched around nothing. Slick running down your inner thighs. You quickly laid down on the soft bed. He spread your legs revealing your pussy. His cock hardened. Precum leaking. Pulling your panties off you suddenly got very nervous. He sucked on your pretty little clit stimulating strong pleasure. You moaned and gripped his hair. You moaned and whined. “J-Jack” he loved hearing you moan his name. “I-ha!” He smirked, pulling away, stopping your orgasm. You whined. “You want it baby?” He smirked You nodded. “Beg.” You gave him a death glare“It’s your job to take care of me. Now give me what I want.” You replied pointing at your cunt. He raised his eyebrow loving your attitude and how you were correct. You whimpered as he inserted a finger. He began thrusting it, noticing the blood. He said nothing to not alert you. He added another. “ Deep breaths. Look at me.” You looked directly into his eyes. He guided you with taking deep breaths he thrusted his fingers. Stretchin you as much as he could. After a while you gushed all over his fingers. “ s’good Jack.” He sucked his fingers not caring about the blood. You gasped. “I’m bleeding !? Jack no don’t- its-‘ “It's yummy, baby.” He aligned his cock to your hole. You inhaled as he entered you then exhaled. You cried in pain. He was well aware that no matter the amount of prepping, he would still tear you. He gave you a passionate kiss and rubbed your clit trying to keep you distracted from the pain. It worked because soon after you were acting like such a slut for him. Asking for more and more. “Y-yes just like that.” You said. His cock hitting your g spot. He groaned at how tight you were. “Such a selfish wife I have. Gripping her husband's cock for dear life.” He teased you. You didn’t even care. Didn’t bother to respond. You scratched his back. There was a knock. “U-uh lunch is here my king.” The servant said. “ Can’t you hear -fuck my wife and I are b-busy. Hol- just leave it there.” He responded. You didn’t care that anyone could hear you. All you cared was how your husband was fucking you. “Yes my king.” The servant replied leaving in a hurry. He turned you over. Spanking your ass and pulling you back against his chest yanking your hair. “ Jack!” You yelled, releasing on his cock. He pushed you face down ass up. Thrusting faster and harder making you stupid. Mumbling incoherent words and drooling. Face red and eyes rolled back as he spanked you. “feel so good.” You hear him. He pulled out cumming on your back and ass. He made sure every drip of cum he had to offer was on you.You knocked out. He quickly grabbed a cloth and cleaned you up. “Y/n? Baby you okay?.” He said, shaking you carefully. You woke up and smiled lightly as he carried you to the bathroom. “M’sleepy.” He smiled, setting you on the counter. “I know.” You yawned hearing the bathtub filled. Suddenly you both were comfortably sitting inside. He washed you gently. He knew in the morning you both would be marked up. “I’ll do it.” You said “No darling. I’ve got it.” You use the little energy to yank his cloth to wash him up. He was loved by someone so deeply like he’s always wanted. He loves you just as much Taking things slow was out the window. It’s like you knew each other your entire lives.

After an hour he brought the lunch that was left outside. “It’s cold.” “It’s fine. I always finish every meal that’s given to me.” He fed you giving you a soft look, signifying that he will care for you til the end of time. You cried as he fed you. Turns out he was your knight in shining armor.

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five-rivers · 1 year

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Ten Years Earlier

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@modordracena

Part of the same AU as Waking the Woods and Rumors of the Woods of the Kingdom of Amity.

“... then, the headless man leaned down, its stomach-mouth level with Erasmus’s eyes. It licked its blistered lips and said, ‘Oh, joyous day! Even if you kept your side of the bargain, I would have devoured you, but now I may eat you and still be considered righteous!’ And the headless man put its whole stomach-mouth around Erasmus’s head, but Erasmus had taken the advice of the lady Josephine, and put the bane-needle in his hair, so the headless man pricked its lip, and since it was a creature of magic, it jumped away, so Erasmus could draw his sword and cut the creature in two! The four! Then eight! And the headless man was no more than pieces of meat. But Erasmus was not satisfied, so he took the chest-eyes of the creature, and buried one under the Tree of Sorrows, and the other under the binding-stone of Elmerton, where they may lie to this day.” Jack Fenton smiled blankly at the air over the childrens’ heads. “And that’s how your great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather met his wife!”

“I’m not sure you have the right number of ‘greats’ in there, dear,” said Maddie, who was working on repairing an alembic on the workbench.

“Eh, close enough, right kids?” He beamed down at the two toddlers and one almost-toddler in front of him.

“He’s not my great, um, great-great-great-great-great-great-great–” Tucker gasped, “--great-great-great-great-great-great–”

Jazz burst into tears. Then, because Jazz was crying, Danny started to cry.

“Uncle Jack, I told you that story would be too much,” said Flynn, rousing himself from the thick tome he’d denied he’d stolen from the Royal Library. “Jazz is only seven.”

“But it was my favorite when I was a kid!” protested Jack, moving to comfort Jazz. “What’s got you so upset, butterfly?”

“He killed him, he killed him, I don’t wanna,” she wailed.

“Hey, hey,” said Jack, “you don’t have to kill anything. Neither of you do! Your dad will do it for you.”

“And so will I!” said Maddie, who had abandoned her project to come over and pick up Danny. As she bounced him on her hip, he pressed his face into her shoulder.

“You don’t have to,” said Flynn, “because monsters like that don’t exist anymore. Not around here, anyway.” He yawned. “Amity’s magic reservoir was the woods, and they’ve dried up. The only place nearby that’s had anything significant in over a century is Daire.

Jazz continued to cry, but her wails became more sniffle-like. She must have understood what Flynn was saying, because Danny sure didn’t.

“Like, maybe if you’re in a place where the reservoir is in the mountains or the desert, you might get something, but not here.”

“You never know, nephew!” said Jack. “That’s why we Fentons are always prepared in case there’s an emergency that needs our Ranger prowess!”

Jazz whimpered again.

“Jack,” said Maddie, dangerously.

“Oh, yeah! But that’s not going to happen! Not while we’re around!”

“No one in either of our families have been Rangers since before either of you were born,” said Flynn.

“And yet, that’s what you’re researching, isn’t it?” said Jack, stabbing a dramatic finger at Flynn.

“Yeah, because I want to be an archaeologist, and Rangers made note of where the ruins were. I’m not going around monster hunting any time soon, and neither is Jazz. Or Danny.”

“But it’s good to be prepared,” said Maddie. “You never know what will jump out of one of those ruins. Are you okay to go back down and play with your friend, now, sweetie?”

Danny nodded, and Maddie set him back on the floor next to Tucker.

Tucker leaned over and whispered in Danny’s ear. “Was it real? The story?”

Danny shrugged. “I dunno. Grown-ups say stuff sometimes. Wanna build something?”

Tucker shrugged. “Sure,” he said, and they went back to the blocks they’d been playing with before Jack’s story.

Danny was lying in the bed he shared with Jazz, but he couldn’t sleep. Every time he tried, he remembered all the things Erasmus had done. All the creatures he had killed. It was scary, and not just because of the creatures.

When Jack was speaking for them, doing their voices, it was so easy to forget that they were just creatures… And Erasmus had been in danger all the time.

The movement of a light in the main room showed in the gaps of the door and Danny sat up. Jazz didn’t stir. She’d cried for a lot longer than he had, and she’d worn herself out. He slipped out of bed and opened the door.

“Oh, hey, Danny,” said Flynn, who was still reading the book, this time by candlelight. “Can’t sleep?”

Danny shook his head.

“Me neither. Although, in my case it’s because I have to bring this back by tomorrow… or else… What’s up?”

“Was it real?” asked Danny. “The story?”

Flynn shrugged. “Parts of it, probably. Want to come up and sit here with me? Avoid waking your sister.”

Danny nodded and let go of the door, letting it swing back into place as he walked over to Flynn, who picked him up and put him in his lap.

“Whatcha reading?” asked Danny.

“Ranger records. Most of what Rangers did wasn’t fighting monsters, you know. They did stuff like surveying, setting the roads straight, and, you know, other stuff… that I’m not studying.”

“Why?” asked Danny.

“Why am I not studying them, or why Rangers did surveying?”

“Yeah.”

Flynn nodded. “I’ll try to get both answered, then. Places with a lot of magic in them are… hard to map. When you’re going someplace, you use landmarks, right? Places and things you recognize and know where they are.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny. “Or you remember- you remember where you turned, or the stars can tell you sometimes.”

“Yeah, that’s a bit different. Dead reckoning.”

“Dead?” asked Danny, his eyebrows pushing down and together.

“Just a saying,” said Flynn, quickly. “Don’t worry about it. But in magic reservoirs, landmarks move around, or the space between them can get bigger or smaller.” He looked down at the book. “There’s some other stuff that happens with maps and space in places like that, but between you and me… I don’t really get it. Rangers tried to keep track of how things moved, so people could navigate through the woods. It used to be a lot bigger, so you couldn’t just go around it, or cut through it.”

“How much bigger?” asked Danny.

“I’m… not sure, actually. But the idea here, with what I’m doing, is that I should still be able to get an idea of what landmarks were near other landmarks, and figure out where important ruins are based on that. Specifically, I’m trying to find the old city-state of Vex.”

“Oh,” said Danny, also not really getting it. But if Flynn couldn’t get it, it must be really hard. Flynn was an adult. “Is it hard?”

“Kind of. But even though I might have to return this book tomorrow, there are others I can look at… Which is why I’m here, Urn doesn’t have nearly so many records. I’m glad I don’t have to go back home for another week.”

Danny put his hands on the edge of the table and twisted to look up at Flynn. “You’ll play with us before you go, right?” So far, despite being impossibly cool, Flynn had been pretty boring on this particular visit.

“Of course,” said Flynn. “Feeling better?”

“Uh huh,” said Danny.

“Ready to go back to bed before your parents hear us and kick me out for keeping you up?”

Danny giggled. “Yeah,” he said.

“Alright, then,” said Flynn, standing and heaving Danny over his shoulder, “To bed with you! Sleep tight!”

Three months later, the Fenton family received a letter from Urn, written by Danny’s Aunt Alicia. Flynn had gone into the woods to try to find the ruins of Vex. He never came back.

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023

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nothoughts-justdraw · 1 year

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The Super Mario Bros Movie Highlights (SPOILERS AHEAD! DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️)

Alrighty, so I've recently watched the super mario bros movie. And I gotta say, it was the best movie based on a video game since sonic. I loved everything about it. The references, the animation, RAINBOW ROAD, everything!

Now, a few of yall know that when I see a film, I go over some of my favorite moments from the film and usually my thoughts on those parts. I won't be going over everything so if it seems like I'm skipping stuff, it's because I'm mainly going over my favorite scenes. So let's get right into it, shall we?

First off, the voice acting. Chris Pratt honestly did a good job playing mario. When the cast was first revealed, a lot of people were concerned that Chris Pratt was gonna mess up the role, but it actually sounds pretty decent for the film.

Mario's original voice actor for the games, Charles Martinet, does make a cameo in the film. Using his iconic Mario voice.

The entire opening scene with mario and Luigi is filled with a ton of references that I wish I could go over but don't have the time-

That dog was out for blood-

We get to see Mario and Luigi's family!

The video game mario is playing looks a lot like the game, kid icarus. But I'm not entirely sure. Still a nice little detail to include to classic nintendo system.

PAULINE!!

I wanna know more about the secret sewer system! Especially when you learn peach's backstory, It just raises more questions!

The mushroom kingdom looked beautiful! They really did an amazing job when it came to making it feel like the games.

Jack black as bowser is the best thing to come out of this movie. Change my mind-

Also, I love how bowser just fawns over peach. He really does care, he's just a bit...intense with his methods of showing love.

BABY MARIO AND LUIGI

Peach just flipped mario like he weighted nothing-

The whole training sequence was funny, well-animated, and visually appealing.

🎶I NEED A HERO-🎶

Rip mario. Got chomped by a mechanical piranha plant while trying to rizz up the princess

Bowser singing was something I never knew I needed until now.

The entire sequence of them traveling to the jungle kingdom was so cool! They were (almost) all the levels from the game and I was geeking out the whole time!

DK RAP

CHUNKY ISN'T DEAD!-

Mario and DK's interactions with one another in the movie were hilarious. They act like siblings who constantly argue.

Okay, but Bowser practicing his proposal to Peach was adorable

MARIO KART

AND RAINBOW ROAD 🌈 🌈 ✨️

Okay, so this isn't a highlight, more of something me and my sister thought was gonna happen. But I thought, during the scene where they were fighting on rainbow road, that there would be a moment where we see Chunky bite the dust (not actually of course. No death in this film, just implied death-) and that someone would yell, "Chunky's dead!"

Tell me that wouldn't have been hilarious to see-

BLUE SHELL BLUE SHELL BLUE SHELL BLUE SHELL BLUE SHELL-

Mario: my dad thinks I'm a joke too...

DK: yeah, well....YOUR DAD'S RIGHT!

I like how they kept bowser's wedding outfit from super mario odyssey. Wish they had done the same for peach though

Bowser looked so sad when peach rejected him. Couldn't help but feel bad

(If it wasn't obvious already, bowser was my favorite character in the whole film)

Peach being a badass!

The little blue star was dark as hell-

Poor Mario was close to tears when he reunited with Luigi. They really are the best brothers-

FINAL BATTLE 10/10

Film ♾️/10

YOSHI POST CREDIT SCENE! SEQUEL?! GOD I HOPE WE GET A SEQUEL! I NEED MORE OF THESE GUYS-

Okay, so those were my highlights from The Super Mario Bros Movie. I loved this film and I am definitely buying the DVD once it comes out!

Now, I leave into the void once again. And I leave a ballad of pure perfection. Enjoy.

youtube

#super mario #mario bros #mario movie #the super mario bros movie #illumination #BEST. MOVIE. EVER.#review #and then there's Chunky #he's dead #....#DK CHUNKY'S DEAD #Youtube

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levithestripper · 8 months

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how link didn’t fold right then and there is a mystery

#jack plays: tears of the kingdom #yes i know its not actually zelda idc #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #tears of the kindom spoilers #loz totk #loz #totk #totk spoilers #totk zelda #totk zelink #zelink

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aboxthecolourofheartache · 1 year

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I think I have one (1) more Trigun Stampede thought, and it is that they were cowards — cowards! — for writing out Milly because they couldn’t handle the truth: she would pick up Wolfwood’s dumb, giant machine gun cross like a loaf of bread in one hand, the car in the other and use the cross to jack up the car while Meryl changed a flat tire. Or to swat a bug. Or get a ball off the roof for a group of children playing Space Footie. Her power was simply too great for the narrative; she transcended, she’s waiting on the higher plane to punch Knives’ teeth in as politely as possible, that wobbly core thing is going to turn around and launch a staple the size of a compact car straight into his face.

Male egos in tatters, studio execs in confused tears, total carnage on the anime front.

But like seriously, my kingdom for another living female character.

#where is your god now little man #she’s seven feet tall BUILT and sweet as a lamb #Box attempts Trigun

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kay-kay-is-kray-kray · 11 months

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Been on a tears of the kingdom kick and utterly consumed by this game, so here's what I think how the boys would play the game:

Riddle: doesn't.

Trey: Found out there's a recipe list and that intrigued him. Is an avid explorer motivated by the food and environments. Has completed the recipe book.

Ace: spends more time paragliding than anyone. Dude probably Speedran to get Tulin once he heard about his ability. *Active* participant in Korok space program. He cheeses every shrine he can even though he's perfectly capable of solving the puzzles.

Deuce: makes pretty good zonai devices, especially motorbike ones with emitters on them. The problem is that he hasn't figured out how to upgrade his batteries.

Cater: takes screenshots of everything and anything. Looks up guides so he can get the different outfit sets. 100% skateboards the rails instead of using the minecarts. Shield surf champ.

Leona: that dude who posted himself on Reddit killing 5 lynels in the coliseum, no damage no mounting, then says it was easy.

Ruggie: sneakstrike king we stan. Dude never takes off any of the stealth outfits and knows exactly when to fold.

Jack: Dude maxed out on stamina before the 2nd dungeon. Also has the nicest dream house in Akkala. Is the most committed to sidequests.

Azul: has somehow memorized the coordinates of every key area. Comes in crazy prepared for every battle and situation. Knows exactly what fuses to use because he has tested every single possible combination. Has also taken inspiration from the recipe book into the Lounge's menu.

Floyd: naked run 3 hearts for funsies, has completed all of the shrines but doesn't feel like cashing in his rewards, purposely taunts the gloom hands and other horrors. Started cashing in on batteries the second he realized he could commit vehicular homicide.

Jade: loves collecting shrooms, knows every recipe on the book. Spends a lot of time on the various mountains this game has to offer. Pretty sure spends a lot of time in the caves too. Has the most bubbul kills.

Kalim: Minecraft extra-ore-dinaire. Dude has 115k rupees because he keeps finding diamonds in his ore. I don't know how he does it. Is unaware of the duplication (or any other) glitch.

Jamil: also a sneakstrike king and knows how to make good Zonai devices but Kalim keeps interrupting his game time during critical moments and his missions fail. Is very good at dodging enemies, almost at Leona's level.

Vil: plays during his downtime. Is a very good fighter and explorer and also has made some amazing zonai devices. Is just an all around good player.

Rook: A+ sniper, no eyeballs needed. Dude took out a gleeok on the first day. Has maxed out the compendium. Takes the loveliest photos too.

Epel: the berserker of the cast. Will throw himself into moblin camps for sport while screaming. Has the most golden apples of the cast.

Idia: Speedran the game the very day it came out, now spends his time making Oppenheimer-like B52s and testing them out with Koroks and enemies alike. Spams the duplication glitch. He also owns the collector's edition and I already hate him for it.

Ortho: creates those zonai devices that terrify me on Twitter. He also studies the enemy AI a lot. Is that dude who figured out how to simultaneously use batteries and electricity to stay in the air.

Malleus: plays just to see the dragons, then dips.

Lilia: spends most of his time in the depths. Is loving The Horrors™️ and having a grand old time. Has the largest dubious food collection.

Silver: the only person to actually treat the koroks well. Somehow collected all of the seeds.

Sebek: plays defensively and with two handed weapons. Keeps getting wiped out in 2 hits because he keeps forgetting to fuse. Insists he knows everything. Has maxed out all his pony points. Named the giant black horse "Malleus" (would have named him Lord Malleus had there not been a character limit).

#twisted wonderland #riddle legit doesn't play games #twisted wonderland memes #I don't feel like tagging I wrote this because I need to distract myself from this migraine #kalim also treats the koroks well he just forgets they exist #tag yourselves I'm Jack and Lilia #it's not a zelda game to me without horrors

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lifeofkaze · 2 years

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The Joker and the King - Part 1

THE DAUGHTER OF THE SUN

A/N: This story is Part 1/2 of my contribution to the HPHM Cardverse AU by @ariparri You can find the second part of this story here.

All the realm had gathered at the Court of Clubs. The throne room was brimming with people, representatives of all four kingdoms sitting at the long tables, decked with plates of polished wood, crystal goblets, and clear carafes of the finest flowery wines. The vines climbing the half-open walls of Orion's court blocked out the star-bright night outside, the orbs of light hidden in the leafwork casting their soft, golden glow over the high-ceilinged room instead.

The hall was seldomly as crowded as it was today. The only space where people could have possibly moved about without bumping into each other was in the middle of the room, where the tables and benches had been cleared to create a wide, unobstructed space. It was set apart from the rest by a ring of braziers on the ground, their flickering flames a stark contrast to the soft light pervading the courtroom.

Orion wasn't sure which of his advisors had come up with the idea of calling in the circus for the Great Gathering of the Four, or if the Jokers' presence in the capital had been by fate's design alone, but judging by the gaping faces of his guests it had been a fortunate turn of events, indeed.

Tearing his eyes away from the watching crowd, he returned his gaze to what was happening inside the circus ring. A young woman was moving through it, stocky in build and dressed in nothing but a leather vest covering her upper chest and blood-red, puffy trousers. Her dark hair, the ends of which were dyed a vivid blue, clung to her forehead with sweat as she spun her torches around herself, weaving a web of fiery trails around her. She danced to the rhythm of a drum and fiddle, played by someone Orion couldn't spot. With every beat she set her feet anew, spun this way or that, a fresh fountain of fire rising into the air whenever she brought the torches to her mouth.

Applause branded as the fire-dancer extinguished her torches by swallowing one after the other. She bowed and made way for another woman - so small and scrawny that Orion thought her to be a girl for a moment - stepping into the ring, a lithe, orange tiger by her side. She stood directly in front of the giant cat and raised her hand, locking eyes with the beast, and their dance began.

Orion watched the show, more entertained than he had been doing idle small talk with the envoy of the Kingdom of Hearts when something drew his attention. There, by the side of the circus ring, something gold was gleaming through the half-light. He looked for the cause of the reflection, and when he saw it flash across the room again, he found the source to be a woman covered in a long brown coat. She was watching the girl with the tiger intently, shifting her weight from side to side. As she did so, the light caught in her hair and made it glitter, as everything about her seemed to glow. Orion couldn't make out what was causing the golden gleam from a distance. Curious, he leaned sideways on his throne to where his right-hand man - the Jack of Clubs - was sitting.

"The lady standing by the Spades delegation", he said quietly, "the one with the dark coat. Who is she?"

The Jack of Clubs drew her brows together as she searched the crowd until she saw who Orion meant. What had been a curious look before turned into one of dismissiveness.

"I don't know, Your Grace," she shrugged, clearly not further interested. "She looks to be one of the Jokers."

Orion made a thoughtful sound. "I wonder what her act will be."

"Let's find out," the Jack of Club smiled. Before Orion could stop her, she beckoned to the guards, who nodded and made their way towards the woman at once. A murmur went through the crowd as they exchanged words with her. After a short discussion, she followed them, albeit reluctantly, to the dais where Orion and his staff were sat. A man fell into step behind them, his red vest precious but worn. His dark hair was receding and his beard streaked with silver, yet the look in his eyes made him out to be someone who was used to commanding respect.

"Ethan Parkin of the Great Carnival, Residents of Jokers, Director of the Circus of the Sun," the guard announced as the odd pair climbed the steps to the dais. He glanced at the golden girl, visibly unsure as whom to announce her, and she made no move to help him. She kept her head bowed, her coat still drawn tightly around her, her eyes fixed to the ground.

The Jack of Club waited until those who had watched the dais turned their attention on the girl and her tiger again, but Orion noticed the whispers and furtive glances directed their way. He wished his advisor would have waited until the end of the show, but it couldn't be helped now.

"Greetings, Master Parkin, most skilled of Jokers," Orion said to the older man, who looked back at him with self-assertive eyes. "It is my pleasure to host you and your marvellous company at my court tonight."

"The pleasure is ours, Your Grace," Ethan Parkin replied and inclined his head just enough for it not to be considered an insult. "I hope you find my troupe to your liking?"

"I have never seen better," Orion smiled and meant it. His eyes settled on the woman at the director's side. "Are you part of what's yet to come, my lady?"

The woman still didn't look up, and a sound almost like a scoff escaped her lips. Ethan Parkin looked almost tired as he laid a hand on the woman's shoulder, but the expression was gone as soon as he began to speak in a well-practised manner.

"May I introduce you to the jewel of our circus, the shining wonder and light of our show," he made a dramatic pause, "the Daughter of the Sun."

Still smiling, he squeezed his protégée's shoulder, and she slowly raised her head. Up close, it became evident what had caused the glow from across the room. Her hair, which was the colour of dark fir honey, was covered in gold dust, as well as her brow, the bridge of her nose, her cheekbones, even her lips were speckled with the glittering golden powder. The sleeves of her coat had fallen back to reveal tanned underarms around which gleaming golden cuffs, fashioned to look like blazing suns, were wound.

"Your Grace," she said, her voice giving away nothing of what she was thinking. Her eyes rose to meet Orion's, and he found them to be a striking blue, as vivid as the sea on a summer noon. In them, there was no trace of the reverence or even fear people not used to royalty usually displayed upon meeting a king. There was a derisive spark in them, a look of disregard and haughtiness that Orion knew from people who had seen the ugly side of nobility once too often.

"Daughter of the Sun, is it?" one of Orion's lesser advisors asked, an amused ring to his voice. "Pray, tell us. What does your little dance consist of, girl?"

The woman's glittering eyebrows rose fractionally. Her eyes flicked to the circus director, who looked at her sternly, and she bowed her head.

"My lord would know hadn't he called me here."

The noble's mouth opened in outrage, and Orion could only just hide his smirk. Down in the circus ring, the girl and her tiger had made way for a group of jugglers. They were doing their best to entertain the crowd, but it was obvious that this wasn't the course the show had been meant to take.

"The king wanted to meet you," the Jack of Club said sharply, as if that was both explanation and justification enough. Not heeding her, the woman's eyes settled on Orion.

"He has met me now. If you'll excuse me," she added, dropping into a courtesy that couldn't be more overdone had she tried, "I believe my lords asked for a little dance."

Not heeding the exasperated look of the circus director, the woman straightened and walked away, down the dais and straight into the crowd. Her posture had changed, making her walk differently from before. Her presence had a natural command about it, drawing eyes and making the people part for her like waves before the hull of a ship. A drum rose from somewhere in the room, its sound deep and rhythmic, perfectly aligned with each of her steps.

Upon reaching the ring of braziers, she let her hand drop from her coat, shedding it like skin as she walked into the light. Now Orion saw why they called her Daughter of the Sun.

Her costume was the same as the other artists' - a vest that revealed too little to be disreputable but enough to draw the eye and flowy trousers that allowed for movement. But where the others had opted for bright but simple colours, the fabric of her clothes shimmered in the brightest gold, glittering and sparkling as she walked to the centre of the ring. Fixed to her arm cuffs were wispy veils of a sheer fabric, which connected to golden spangles set upon her shoulders. Her feet were bare, but golden bangles adorned them as well; he knew it was impossible, but Orion thought he could hear them faintly ringing as she knelt on the ground. She bowed her head, and her hair fell like a shimmery curtain in front of her face.

The speed of the drums increased and the music rose, the sound of the fiddle dramatically low as something descended from the canopy of branches above - a hoop, Orion realised. When it was close to the woman's head, she looked up and extended her hand, the light refracting from her powdered skin as she closed her fingers around its curve. The music swelled and she flexed her muscles, and Orion thought that there was a satisfied smirk on her face as she was pulled from the ground and up into the air in a sudden movement to the gasps and claps of the crowd.

The hoop rose while she climbed to perch in it, high and higher still. It began swaying as she bent her body in angles that seemed too unnatural to be true, and would have any ordinary man's spine had he attempted to do the same. The hoop began to move in unison with her, soon swinging in big circles around the perimeter of the ring. The woman inside it spun, and dropped, and climbed, and turned around it, all in time with the lively melody and the commanding sound of the drum. Her costume, hair and skin glittered and sparkled, the light coming from both ground and ceiling flashing off her and making the sheer veils trailing behind her look like incandescent sheets of sunlight.

There was a squeal of both terror and delight as the hoop suddenly dropped, but the Daughter of the Sun remained unfazed as she bent through it, hooking her ankles around the metal and hanging from it upside down. As she passed the royal dais, Orion saw a look of concentration on her face, mixed with a sheer, unbridled joy as she soared through the air. Her body was strong and her movements well-practised as she slowly drove her hoop towards the centre again. She curled herself into a ball in its midst, suspended only by the strength of her arms. The hoop began to spin faster and faster until she looked like an orbit of golden light casting her rays into Orion's throne room.

As the music reached its height, she let go and jumped to the ground, where she landed gracefully on her feet and knees, rising with her arms stretched over her head and a winning smile, bathing in the thunderous applause of her spectators. The nobles were still hollering when the members of the Circus of the Sun gathered and bowed in the direction of each table with their hands joined together. The Daughter of the Sun drew her cloak back around her, and Orion felt like the light had dimmed just for the sheen of her costume being veiled again.

After the props and braziers had been disposed of, the Jokers stood at the far end of the hall, where wine and food had been laid out for them. The people of the Great Carnival might have chosen to lead a life away from the Four Kingdoms, but they were a part of the realm, nonetheless.

As soon as he could, Orion excused himself from the conversation the King and Queen of Hearts were having with the Queen of Diamonds and made his way across the room. The people he passed bowed respectfully and Orion inclined his head in their direction, but he wasn't really paying attention. His focus was set on the Jokers' table. Once he had reached it, he put on what he hoped was his most open and sincere smile.

"I'm glad to see that tales of your craft were neither exaggerated nor embellished," he told the Jokers, who shared confused looks upon the King of Clubs' presence among them. "Having you gracing my halls tonight has been the utmost honour."

"The honour was yours, Your Grace," Ethan Parkin said with a smile, raising his crystal goblet in Orion's direction. "To your health."

"And to yours."

When they had drunk, the artists slowly turned back to their conversations. Orion drifted through them towards the edge of the group, where the fire-eater and the girl with the tiger stood with the one he had been looking for.

The Daughter of the Sun drew her brows together as he approached the three of them. Contrary to most people, she neither bowed nor curtsied, instead crossing her arms in front of her chest. Ignoring their sudden silence, Orion inclined his head by way of greeting and smiled.

"I see why they attribute you to the source of light and life. Your performance was every bit as beautiful as your name would suggest."

"Thank you, but you don't know my name," she replied and not a word more.

"May I have the honour of learning it, then?"

"You may not."

A confused frown flickered across Orion's face. "If I have upset you in any way…"

The Daughter of the Sun shook her head, gold dust falling from her hair. "You haven't."

"Then what's the matter?"

"The matter is," she said pointedly, "that talking to you bores me. I generally prefer not to be bored."

Astounded by her bluntness, Orion tilted his head to the side. "I'm sorry I cannot seem to hold your interest."

"And yet, here you are, still talking."

Somewhere beyond his confusion, Orion had to admit that her abrasiveness had something intriguing, almost refreshing, even. It had been a long time since anyone had dared speak to him like this.

"May I ask you for the reason for your disdain, my lady?"

The sound she made was dismissive, to put it mildly. "Spare me the pretentious talk. I don't care for kings and their like."

There was a bitterness in her voice that surprised Orion. "Not every man is alike, it goes for man and king alike."

"So you're no mere man then?" she said and looked him up and down. "The way I see it, you're not better than the rest of them. You disrupted our show for the simple reason that you fancied talking to me. Tell yourself you're just like us, but you don't think twice about what happens after you snap your fingers. We have to be at your beck and call, and if they're not, there's always your thugs to ensure everyone is well at heel, are they not?"

She jerked her head at Orion's Royal Guard, who were standing behind him at a discreet distance. She was becoming increasingly angry, her eyes flashing as she spoke, but somehow, Orion had the notion that it wasn't actually him she was getting so riled up about.

"I know nothing of the way of the Jokers," he said placatively when she paused to take a breath. "The Free Folk are a mystery, but knowledge is the flower of our minds, and I'm always eager to learn."

"We had our reasons to choose the Joker's life, and for each of us, it's a different one," the Daughter of the Sun said coolly. "Our secrets belong to no one but ourselves, and it's not your place to command them from us."

"With all due respect, that's not what I -"

"With all due respect, I don't like to be told what to do. Your agency over us ended when our show did, so if you don't mind," she said and dropped into a curtsey that was so overdone it would have made Orion laugh had he not been so dumbstruck, "I'm not interested in talking to you anymore."

She rose, plucked the wine goblet from his hands, turned away, and marched from the Hall of Clubs with her grinning friends, leaving behind a trail of golden dust dancing in the air.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #lizzie jameson #hphm cardverse #cardverse au

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heartxshaped-bruises · 5 months

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

TAGGED BY: @fantasycorrupted (( thank you <3 )) TAGGING: @ask-thedepressedkidatthetable @lxvefrxmthextherside @kingdom-of-vanity @myriadxofxmuses @exquisitexagony && everyone who wants to !!

✧･ﾟ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

► NAME: Raffael Dolan

► NICKNAME: Rafe

► TITLE(S): Private

► AGE: 29-34

► SPECIES: Human

► SEX: Male

► NATIONALITY: American

► INTERESTS: Fishing, Heavy Metal and Hard Rock, playing Guitar, Cars, carving Wood, Stamina Training

► PROFESSION: Car Mechanic // Former Soldier

► BODY TYPE: Toned & Heavy (dwindling due to substance abuse)

► EYES: Light Brown

► HAIR: Dark Brown

► SKIN: Peachy, Dry, Freckled, Scarred

► FACE: Oblong

► POSTURE: broad, looming, tense

► HEIGHT: 1,86 m

► VOICE: sample here

► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: A bleached out band shirt with a cut-off leather- or denim vest. They're plain, so no battle vests because he rarely wears them in public due to work, animosity that he doesn't have the patience for and because he doesn't want to accidentally tear them while he's on jobs.

► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: -----

► COMPANIONS: A female Otterhound named Harley

► ANTAGONISTS: He has a lot of bones to pick with the local Sheriff's Department because they tend to get into his family's business. There's a general feeling that the whole world is out to get him and he can't shake it off. Apart from that more vague thing, anyone who poses a threat to his family. Especially towards his brother Marky. He's still on good-ish terms with Rachel, but they aren't as close as they used to be.

► STRENGTHS: generous, loyal, animal lover, energetic, talk active, helpful, down-to-earth, supportive

► WEAKNESSES: easy to upset, instable, oversleeper, mistrusting, violent, jealous, insecure, lonely

► FRUITS: Oranges, Apples - the usual. He's not a big fruits fan.

► DRINKS: Dr. Pepper

► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Beer & Jack Daniels

► SMOKES: Occasionally

► DRUGS: His pain medication and Pixie Dust

► DRIVER'S LICENSE: Yes. Thanks to his military training he's basically allowed to drive most vehicles.

#★ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ: ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴅᴏʟᴀɴ

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kayzero · 8 months

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My Favorite Episode of Doctor Who

tonight i wanted to rant about my FAVORITE Nine episode:

"The Doctor Dances"

Firstly, “Are you my mummy?” rewired my fucking brain, I had that echolalia going for months after the first time i watched it

secondly. it’s So Fucking Smart.

Jack Harkness, don’t much like him to be fair, he’s too flirty, but i suppose i might’ve gotten The Curse of Immortality from him subconsciously. but you could get the twist of the episode with all the clues from the previous episode

same as the Doctor did

here are the facts of the episode:

German Air Raids have poor children scrambling about stealing food—woulda died anyway if a bomb were to hit, yeah? might as well get something out of this horrible situation.

A Child Died during an air raid, Nancy’s brother, to be precise

The Bomb That Wasn’t A Bomb was actually an alien ambulance, and finally,

Something Is Going Around looking for its Mummy, changing anyone it touches or that touches it into a perfect copy

The second that the word ambulance came out of Jack’s mouth, the first time I watched it, I said to my girlfriend at the time (first girlfriend, high school senior while she was a freshman, she actually introduced me to Doctor Who), “How do you think an alien ambulance goes around healing its patience?” And you know what she did? She just smiled and said that she had already seen the episode, so she already knew the answer.

But like.

Actually, the perfect comparison comes to mind—Penny Snapcube banned the smile emoji from her chat halfway through her playthrough of Tears of the Kingdom. It’s a subset of Twitch culture, popularized in Pointcrow’s stream, I could believe.

His exact quote was, “Do not say things like ‘oh I can’t wait for him to X’, or ‘chat, what was his reaction to Y?’ That’s a spoiler too. I now know those things are coming. Just smile instead.”

So now, instead of incidentally spoiling a twist or a secret in a game that a streamer is playing, or when the streamer shows any amount of foresight and like, correctly guesses near a plot point, chat will spam the smile emoji.

But Penny got pissed by her chat doing that Every Time she would say or do anything related to the game, because, in her words, “You responding like that tells me that there’s something involving what I just said coming up in the game.”

so my gf saying “I’ve already seen this episode” not when I asked about the air raids and not when I wondered about the Time Agents and not when I said something about this being Doctor Who’s take on a zombie invasion, never any of those times, but specifically when I mentioned the ambulance?

You know how Netflix does that “hey are you still watching” prompt shit, where the only time you wouldn’t be annoyed is if you fell asleep or started making out with someone? The prompt popped up in between The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances and I clicked off the iPad, stood up, started pacing, and going like

“What’s the easiest way for an alien miracle machine healthcare system to function?”

And eventually I opened Netflix back up and turned The Empty Child back on and skipped ahead to when the doctor (not the Doctor) got a gas mask. At this point my girlfriend clearly gave up and knew I would get it eventually and wanted to go back to cuddling so she skipped back a bit to where the doctor was talking about the sick kid being brought into the hospital.

I think I said something to the effect of “It probably transforms you into a healthy specimen. But how would they know what a healthy human looks like?” And my girlfriend skipped ahead to when the Doctor was saying that something was stupid.

“Oh,” I realized. “They don’t.”

so the machine scans a specimen, heals it up to full, catalogs it as a healthy member of its race, and then shoves it full of nanobots and makes it heal every other member of its race it comes into contact with by transforming it into what it believes is a healthy specimen. except it’s stupid. it thinks a distressed child wearing a gas mask is a perfect human. don’t explain the psychic connection, neither. how come they all surged forward when Jamie found Nancy that first time? how come Jamie went back to his room when the Doctor told those sickbed patients to go to their room? eh. who knows. anyway, i felt like a proper genius when the next episode came on and the Doctor said word for word what i said

(those two skips from the gf probably helped more than a little, but i paid her in cuddles, she received her due recompense, if not the credit at the time)

oh right, the mystery of the mother didn’t get this one the first go round but i think i’d get it today. back then i didn’t know The Mystery Novel Rules—All relevant characters must be introduced in the first act. Or in this case, the first fifteen minutes of the previous episode. So now I would realize that they wouldn’t introduce a new character to serve as the mother, so the Older Sister must actually be a SA Victim and a teenaged mother to her ‘younger brother’.

#doctor who #ninth doctor #the doctor dances #'Everybody lives Rose. JUST THIS ONCE! EVERYBODY LIVES!' my heart.#nancy gets this line at the start of the episode to that fucker of a houseowner #'half this street thinks the missus is messing around with the butcher. but she isn't. you are.'#is weaponized homophobia okay if it's to steal from the well-off to feed orphan children?#actually no it isn't okay #guy isn't the 1% he's just a less-than-decent guy who does well for his family #and gets the butcher's meat in exchange for a bit of *his* meat #so nancy's in the wrong but that's okay #she's not homophobic herself. just uses society's homophobia for the orphans.#...probably. probably not homophobic herself.

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