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noroi1000 · 10 months

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HI! I'm the one who asked if your request is open ^^

I'm just want to know how would it be if the mc/reader is the one who defected not suguru. How would both of them react. Thank you so much!

I've been reading you on AO3 and I'm so glad I found your tumblr too!

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Wild Animal

Summary: You were always their best friend. You were so tiny to them. You could fight; you were a sorcerer. But to make them smile at you again, you took their bad thoughts to make them smile. Instead of letting Suguru kill someone, you did it.

Warnings: mentions of death

You were so close to your friends. You were sometimes cute to them, sometimes funny. Sometimes pretty. Shoko has told you more than once that they like you. But how can a girl who is their friend fight for their hearts? Besides, you could never choose between them.

Even though you were starting to see that they were getting closer to you, much closer than to the others, you didn't want to do anything that would change your current life.

You were so docile to them. Even though you were strong enough with your technique to fight any of them. There's a reason why, when they were grade 1, you were grade 2. And then you were promoted to semi-grade 1. You were getting closer to them. And that was the point. When you are at the same level, you will be just like them!

You won't be weaker, and you won't be stronger.

But you were docile to them. You internally liked the feeling of them smiling at you so softly. And you were docile and sweet.

That's why Satoru said several times that you are like a cat. And Suguru confirmed it. To them, you were so docile.

Docile animals don't attack without reason, right? They won't do anything wrong, right?

After the mission with Riko, you collected their negative emotions for you.

You collected it, making them stop thinking about it.

They told you absolutely everything. Including their inner thoughts about it.

Right after everything that happened, thanks to Satoru, you understood what death is. He told you what it felt like to die. And you could have listened to him and hugged him.

Satoru understood that he was strong and that he had to protect weaker people. He is higher than others. And as someone stronger, he can keep them safe.

He understood something he had previously rejected.

But Suguru...

It was Suguru who knew the role of the sorcerer from the very beginning. That the sorcerer must protect non-sorcerers from curses.

But then... Suguru didn't know what was right or wrong anymore.

You hugged him and calmed him down. You did everything to make him forget about what happened.

You took his negative emotions for you too. You comforted him and told him not to think like that. You convinced him to smile. To live as it was before and not think about what had to happen anyway. He could fight, but someone would still lose his life.

Luckily, it wasn't him who died...

When you managed to see Satoru smile, Suguru wasn't smiling in any way.

„Why do sorcerers have to protect people?”

"Why do we have to protect them even if they are the ones creating the curses?"

„Why can't we eliminate the source of what is killing us?"

„Why can't we erase non-sorcerers?"

The questions that were swirling around in his head also started swirling in yours.

For several months, you did everything you could to convince him.

„You may hate non-sorcerers. But they cannot be completely eliminated. This is not something possible, Suguru.”

You had some important conversations with him. And he smiled at you.

He didn't have to worry as long as there was a ray of light in such a badly damaged Jujutsu society.

Even if Haibara was a clear example of this, you are still with them.

You helped him get out of his madness. You took all those bad thoughts away from him, and that's why he could only think about your funny words.

Not seeing that by taking their honest thoughts, you were destroying yourself from the inside.

If you combine the thoughts of both of them, something will come out that may be a solution for them to never think of such a thing again.

Satoru thought about how many people were dying. He was thinking about whether he should kill the cult members. He watched death, and he killed. He himself died.

After death, you can rise and become someone else.

Satoru, who understood more after death...

And Suguru... He had complete doubts about the lives of non-sorcerers.

Killing them so that only the sorcerers remain... Or forcibly turning them into sorcerers...

You took over their thoughts and started destroying yourself. You couldn't stand it... You couldn't stand what you knew.

You started to have a different view of the world.

Panic attacks that occurred at night. The fact that you were crying while sitting on your bed. You're fighting something made by humans...

People are afraid of disasters or that, at some point, artificial intelligence will eliminate them.

But they don't know that from the very beginning of their existence in the world, they have been creating something even more dangerous. Something that's around every corner and causes death...

People could change. But they are not sorcerers who can die and then rise from the grave.

You wanted to be that docile again. Let them hug you and play with them.

But you couldn't smile.

Witches and humans... It's all black...

There is no whiteness here.

Suguru and Satoru are shades of gray.

You are a black figure in the soul. You had shades of gray, but you agreed to accept all their negative thoughts. That's why you became darker.

You are as afraid of death as anyone else. But they were right.

You killed the first non-sorcerers for no reason. Simply because they cause sorcerers to have to protect them. It is because of people that sorcerers must exist. If it weren't for people, you too would be normal, and you would live a normal life. That's why... You didn't explain yourself to anyone.

Because no one would understand anyway...

Even those whose bad thoughts you turned into yours.

You could have been meek. But docile animals also sometimes attack when they have a reason.

You didn't want them to destroy themselves with what they thought.

So you will destroy yourself for them.

You can't be their girlfriend. You couldn't choose between them. You couldn't fall in love with them because it would destroy the friendship you've had for so many years.

You will destroy yourself so that they don't have to lose what they worked for. Strength, a high place in society, their friendship, and respect.

Everyone works for themselves and for only themselves.

You work for yourself, and you want them to get their dream worlds, at the cost of your life.

Because you agree with them...

What they thought was true.

Curse user?

Why you?

They were frozen when they heard this. You couldn't be a curse user! Not you! Of all the people around, you?!

The knowledge that you, their friend, who could be even closer, is a murderer and a curse user strikes knives in their hearts.

Their hearts were broken when you avoided them. They couldn't even find you. You escaped completely.

Even as special-grade sorcerers, they couldn't find you.

And tears came to their eyes every time they looked at your old photo.

They heard about the murders you committed. But they couldn't do anything.

They couldn't kill you.

But it was inevitable.

When no one could catch you, they were sent to kill a dangerous curse user.

Their docile kitty has changed.

But the sparkle in your eyes when you saw them didn't change.

You wanted to run away as soon as they stood in front of you.

You felt the sudden pressure of their energy pressing against yours.

You heard that they are much stronger now. These three years passed very quickly.

And in order to distract you from what was happening to you, they grew stronger. They trained.

To catch you in one move.

You didn't even feel like fighting. You felt like your body was ready to give up because it knew it had no chance.

Your waist was held in place by a strong forearm, and a large hand appeared over your mouth.

Your wrists were also grabbed.

You looked terrified at Suguru's hands that were holding you.

You jerked your body to try and get free.

They really didn't even move an inch.

"...Our kitty got claws. She's not so docile anymore." Satoru laughed, pulling you closer to his chest.

They can't kill you. They can't capture you and lead you to death.

Unless their superiors are suspicious, they will lie.

They will say they destroyed you on the spot.

In fact, you will just sit quietly at home. As a punishment, with no way out. So that you don't endanger them or you.

Suguru was even grateful to you for showing him what would happen to him if he followed that path. But he would never forgive himself for letting you die because of him.

Non-sorcerers are fools who deserve to die.

Sorcerers are crazy. And everyone has their own morality.

Suguru smiled, leaning slightly toward you.

"Satoru, claws can be trimmed. And a wild animal can be tamed and turned into a docile kitten."

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thewickedjazzy · 27 days

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𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 : A vignette fic

Pairings: Chuuya x fem!reader x Dazai

Tags: crack, mention of word 'crotch' , mention of words' S&M' 'ropes & belt' but overall nothing nsfw, swearing & curses. please let me know if I forgot any Xx.

Author's note: omg, omg!! So this is my first vignette, i love the idea of it sm (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝), so a vignette fic is basically a collection of multiple shot scenes. And the fact that it's crack? Tops it *mwah mwah* hope you guys actually enjoy it? Please let me know if you want me to do more of this.

P.S. I'm not sure who created Chuuya and Dazai's bantering scene in the photo, but I edited it a little, and UwU, it's cute.

Word count: 2.2k

You and Chuuya Nakahara stand side by side, squinting down a narrow alley that reeks of old ramen and questionable life choices. The tension in the air is thicker than a badly cooked stew, but it’s not because of the mission. No, it’s because you’re stuck with Chuuya—the guy who seems to have skipped the tutorial on how to chill out.

“I still don’t get how we became friends so quickly,” you mutter, glancing at Chuuya from the corner of your eye.

Chuuya huffs, adjusting his fedora like it’s the crown jewel of his entire aesthetic. “You think I get it? The last thing I expected was to actually like one of Dazai’s friends.”

“Wait, are we actually getting along now? I should definitely blog about this—‘Unexpected Friendships: How I Learned to Tolerate My Frenemy.’” You said with an exaggerated british accent, your head tilted slightly to the side, giving a flirty pout and holding up a peace sign with a wink.

“Don’t push it,” he warns, though there’s no real heat behind his words.

The truth is, working with Chuuya is surprisingly easy—once you get past the short temper, the constant complaints about Dazai, and the occasional death threat. You had always thought you’d be in over your head dealing with someone from the Port Mafia, but instead, you found yourself enjoying his company. His straightforwardness was a breath of fresh air compared to Dazai’s endless scheming.

As you two began your search for the culprit who had pilfered sensitive information from both the Agency and the Port Mafia, you couldn’t help but throw a bit of sarcasm into the mix.

"Okay, but imagine stealing information only to figure out that the most feared Port Mafia member has a whole wardrobe collection of fedoras. heeehh," You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

Chuuya shot you a sidelong glance. “If you keep making jokes, I’m going to start thinking you’re the one who stole the files.”

“Please, I wouldn’t risk getting on your bad side,” you replied. “You’ve got a way of making even paperwork seem like a death sentence.”

“I’ll torture you one day,” Chuuya said with a sigh, more exasperated than serious.

“Oh, absolutely!” you said with mock enthusiasm. “I've always wanted to experience the classic ‘tortured by Chuuya’ scenario. Make sure to use ropes and belts, though—nothing says 'fun' like an impromptu S&M session.”

Chuuya’s eyes widened, and he froze in place, his face flushing bright red. “What?!” he stammered.

“Bestie, I’m kidding,” you said, stepping closer and whispering in his ear with a mischievous grin, “Even though I’m not entirely joking... I’d love to see you try it someday.”

Chuuya’s blush deepened, and he turned away, clearly flustered.

You chuckled and patted him on the back. “Come on, lighten up. Let’s get back to finding that bastard before you actually get the chance to use those ropes and belts.”

You and Dazai were hanging out at Chuuya's house, enjoying some wine and the rare moment of peace that didn’t involve life-or-death situations. However, you should’ve known better than to leave these two motherfuckers alone together, even for a second. As you walked back into the living room, you were greeted by the sight of Chuuya looking absolutely furious while Dazai was laughing like he had just heard the best joke of the century.

As they both turn to look at you, their expressions shift from whatever chaos they were engaged in to sheer confusion. Why? Because you’re now wearing sunglasses—at 10 p.m.

Chuuya, barely containing his anger, is the first to speak. “Why the hell are you wearing sunglasses indoors? At night?”

You strik a dramatic pose, placing two fingers under your chin and lips bitten like you’re about to slide into someone’s DMs with a “Hey, baby girl, you up?”. With all the confidence in the world, you sit down across from Chuuya, leaning back nonchalantly.

“I’m wearing sunglasses,” you say, your tone oozing fake coolness, “so no one knows what I’m looking at.”

Then, you slowly shift your gaze to Chuuya’s crotch, your eyes completely hidden behind the tinted lenses. The room goes silent for a moment, tension hanging thick in the air. Chuuya’s face turns from angry to completely flustered, his eyes widening as he realises where your focus is.

“W-What the hell are you doing?!” Chuuya splutters, clearly thrown off by your audacity.

Dazai, who had been watching the whole thing, finally loses it, bursting into uncontrollable laughter. He nearly spills his wine as he clutches his stomach, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Oh my god! y/n you did notttt!!” Dazai gasps between laughs.

Chuuya shot Dazai a glare, his face still bright red. “Shut up, Dazai! This isn’t funny!”

You stand in the middle of a crime scene in Yokohama, your head pounding like a drum solo gone wrong. Sleep? Who needs it when you’ve got coffee—enough to make your system hate you for life. You’ve been running on caffeine and sheer willpower, and it’s a miracle you haven’t started seeing pink sheep dancing on the rooftops.

Dazai is strolling around like he’s on a casual walk in the park, while Kunikida is already knee-deep in his notebook, scribbling down everything with the precision of a man who’s too serious for his own good. Meanwhile, you’re squinting at the crime scene, trying to piece together the puzzle through a caffeine-induced haze.

After what feels like a marathon of connecting the dots, you sigh heavily, shaking your head as the realization dawns on you. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter. “It’s the dead guy’s girlfriend. Classic case of ‘hell hath no fury.’”

Dazai glances at you, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Figured it out, have you? And here I thought you were too sleep-deprived to function.”

“I’m running on three cups of coffee zero hours of sleep I'm ready to fight god or become him, but I still have more brain cells firing than you, Dazai,” you shoot back, earning a chuckle from him.

The investigation leads you to the suspect’s location. Turns out, she’s an ability user, so the police are out of their depth. It’s the Agency’s mess now, and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or if you’re just about to add another layer of mess to your already weird day.

The three of you burst into the room where the suspect is holed up, only to find her cozied up with another woman, their fingers interlocked like they’re the leads in a sappy romance drama. It takes you all of two seconds to figure out what went down: she killed her boyfriend because he cheated, and now she’s got with the girl he cheated on her with.

Before you can say anything, Kunikida charges in with the no-nonsense attitude of a man who’s had enough of everyone’s crap today. He knocks her out cold and cuffs her with swift efficiency. Meanwhile, Dazai’s just standing there, hands in his pockets, watching the whole thing like it’s the best entertainment he’s had in weeks.

As the suspect curses under her breath, you can’t hold back the joke that’s been bubbling up inside you. It’s too good to waste, and your brain is running on autopilot now.

“Well, well, well,” you say, grinning like a maniac. “It’s obvious she did it for the plot. You go, queen! Honestly, you better spill the tea when we get to the investigation room.”

Dazai loses it completely. He doubles over, laughter echoing through the room.

Kunikida narrows his eyes as he tries to process what just came out of your mouth. “This is serious! How can you joke about this?!”

“Come on, Kunikida-san,” you say, patting him on the back. “She’s in cuffs, the case is solved, and we’ve got a hell of a story to tell back at the office. Chill a bit, yeah?”

Kunikida just shakes his head, muttering something about needing a vacation. But despite his irritation, there’s a tiny, begrudging smile tugging at his lips.

After what felt like an eternity drowning in paperwork at the Agency, you finally hit send on the last report and tossed your pen aside like it had personally wronged you. The boredom was suffocating, and you needed a break—preferably one that involved good company and even better wine.

You grabbed your phone and shot a quick text to Chuuya: “Yo, I’m crashing at your place before you head out. Got wine. Don’t argue.”

With the wine bottle in hand, you made your way to Chuuya’s place, already picturing the relaxation ahead. When you knocked on his door, it only took a few seconds before it swung open, revealing Chuuya in nothing but his black pants, the belt hanging loose, and his chest on full display.

You blinked. Then blinked again. It wasn’t every day you got to see Chuuya Nakahara shirtless—okay, maybe this was the first time, but still.

“Hey,” he greeted casually, as if this was the most normal way to answer the door.

“Sheeeshh, lord have mercy!” you giggled, not dropping your gaze off of him just yet.

He rolled his eyes, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he stepped aside to let you in. “Shut up. I was just about to get dressed.”

You sauntered past him into the living room as if you hadn’t just been blessed with the view of the century. You tossed your jacket and vest onto the nearest chair and unbuttoned the top few buttons of your shirt, trying to fight off the sudden wave of heat.

“How hot is it in here? Ugh, must be the humidity,” you muttered, though you knew damn well the real reason your face felt like it was on fire.

Chuuya, seemingly oblivious to your internal chaos, started yapping about something—what, you couldn’t quite tell. Your brain was too fried from the paperwork and the unexpected view to keep up. He eventually headed towards his bedroom to get dressed, leaving you to pour two glasses of wine. You took a deep breath and followed him, wine glasses in hand.

When you entered the bedroom, Chuuya was already half-dressed in his usual getup, adjusting his choker in the mirror. You couldn’t help but stare at his waist, so slim it could rival that of a top model. The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“How many bicycle crunches do you do? Ain’t no way your waist is that slim.” You pouted, genuinely baffled at the injustice of it all. Like, seriously, what the hell?

Chuuya shot you a look that could only be described as utterly confused. “Say what now?”

Ignoring him, you walked over, setting the wine glasses aside before placing both hands on his waist, feeling the firm yet unfairly slim muscles beneath your fingers. “Ain’t no way you’re not wearing a corset underneath. Be honest.”

Chuuya froze, his face turning a shade redder than his hair. “Are you serious right now?” he sputtered, his voice rising slightly as he smacked your hands away. “Get a grip!”

You pouted dramatically. “I’m just saying, Chuuya. It’s not fair. I can barely do a sit-up without collapsing, and here you are, looking like you walked straight out of a fashion magazine.”

Chuuya headed over to his glass, holding it to his lips before drowning his wine in one go, probably regretting ever opening the door. “I seriously hate your guts.”

"Nahh, you love me," you say, raising your glass in a mock toast.

“Only because you bring wine,” he quips back, finally allowing a small smile to break through.

You clink glasses with him, both of you taking a sip. For a moment, you just stand there, enjoying the quiet. The mission can wait; right now, it’s all about enjoying the moment—and maybe, just maybe, teasing Chuuya a little bit more.

You: [sends a photo of yourself in the arcade, holding an AK and posing beside the score] “Honestly? SLAYED 💅🏻"

Bandages Whore: Ah~,😫 my bella, it would be an honour to meet my end by your hand—your tight black dress has me mesmerised.

Tainted Wine: I will kill you, Dazai! And y/n delete that photo right now!!!

You: Too late, it’s already immortalised in the group chat, babe.😚

Bandages Whore: got my first death threat online ngl the world is healing.

Tainted Wine: Piss off shitty Dazai! But seriously, y/n you look absolutely gorgeous and with that gun? A real spitfire. (ꈍᴗꈍ)

Bandages Whore: Spitfire??? Chuuya, what century are you from? 😭😭😭

You: Spitfire? 😭😭 Where’d you dig that one up? I CAN'T- KSJEJWIW

Tainted Wine: Hey!!! I was trying to be nice! At least I don’t go around asking to be killed in every conversation, you damn weirdo!😠

Bandages Whore: Maybe, but at least I know how to give a modern compliment. You gotta keep up with the times, Chuuya!😭

You: It’s okay, Chuuya. I appreciate the effort. But next time, maybe skip the spitfire line and try something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m in a black-and-white movie. 😭😭😭😭

Tainted Wine: I HATE YOU GUYS! 😤

Bandages Whore: [sends a photo of Chuuya doing yoga, looking very zen]

Look at Chuuya here, so zen and peaceful.

You: Aww look at him, very demure, very considerate, very mindful. ๑(◕‿◕)๑

Bandages Whore: Very demure? I'm dying 😭😭😭

Tainted Wine: Stop with that trend and those slangs. You’re older than that! Seriously!!🤦🏼

➵Want more of Chuuya & Dazai ?

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markerofthemidnight · 5 months

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The Six Veldigun And Their Horror Monster Archetypes, or How To Make A Good Veldigun OC

So I’ve been thinking a lot about Veldigun. What would happen if I created more, specifically. The thing about them is that they’re all made to fit into specific horror monster archetypes: so I figured, why not explore those archetypes to help those who want to make good OCs that seem like they’d be canon characters?

(Note to self that I only have fairly limited knowledge of horror movies, and what I have seen is based almost entirely on Kill Counts for them. So this is just a collection of that limited knowledge, plus some extra help from TV Tropes.)

The Main Six

Clyde - Basic Horror Monster

There’s really not much to say about Clyde. He’s a parody of your basic supernatural horror monsters: the Xenomorph, the Thing, Pennywise- that last one especially is clearly a big inspiration for him.

You could also say the Velociraptors from Jurassic Park (or the Indominus, or the Indoraptor- really any of the smarter dinos) and I wouldn’t blame you. Clyde’s biggest weapon is easily his intelligence, no matter how fast he is or how badly he can warp body and mind.

Winfrey - Brown Note Being

(ok I know this is kind of an awkward name given the trope’s named after a recurring joke from South Park but it’s what TV Tropes calls this kind of horror monster so I’ll go with it)

This is the best trope I could find to sum up what he is, if what was established in the old lore still keeps up. He’s really big, and mainly stays in the same place all the time, but his “music” is what makes him dangerous.

He’s like a Quiet Place monster but in reverse. Other similarities you could pull include the Bird Box monster and Medusa.

Klaus - Slasher Villain

I think it’s been said in the old lore (again, if it still keeps up) than Klaus doesn’t absorb people’s minds like the others, he just kills them. This combined with his humanoid appearance (humanoid for a Veldigun, that is) and height makes it pretty obvious what he’s pulling from.

Big members of this archetype include Ghostface, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger (kinda?), Jason Voorhees, and- most importantly as he has been said to be a big inspiration for him- William Afton.

Jack - The Trap

This is less of a horror monster archetype and more of a horror game mechanic but come on, this is clearly what he’s pulling from.

He’s supposed to be like a mimic, or the Dread Duckies from Dark Deception. An inanimate object that you think is safe to approach, but then oh fuck, you’re dead.

Simon - The Exception

Because there’s always one of these kinds of monster. Whenever there’s a whole bunch of different monsters and they all have different mechanics, there’s always one that actually doesn’t pose a threat to you at all. Not much more to say.

The Flock - ???

…I’m not actually sure what he’s supposed to be.

My closest guess is that he’s supposed to be a horror monster that’s actually not a monster at all but just a particularly aggressive animal, like Jean Jacket from Nope. What do you guys think?

Archetype Ideas For All You OC Creators

And here’s what you’re all looking for: the part where I list off all the horror monster tropes I can think of so you can make Veldigun of them! Take a look:

Parasite/Hive Mind - Hive Mind Veldigun that has a “main body” with limited abilities but can also infect people into sorta sub-Veldigun that can’t infect others themselves and can also be killed. How would you guys take this? I’m thinking “nest of countless brightly-coloured, itching ants that lay eggs under your skin to brainwash you” myself.

Mind Hive - Ok, what if there was a Veldigun that didn’t absorb minds in the same way the others do? As in, there is no “main” Veldigun and instead just all of its victims fighting for control?

Little Menaces - This is kinda a sub-kind of the hive mind idea I brought up earlier but think about it. You know Gremlins? What if that but Veldigun?

Blind/Deaf - This trope has become ALL TOO FUCKING popular in the past few years. We need a Veldigun about it.

Ghostlike - Basically if Grimmso got the chance he deserved. All the basic ghost abilities: invisibility, intangibility, flight, etc. Is this a bit too OP for a Veldigun? Yes. Do I care? No.

Living Curse - This kinda wasn’t worded correctly but imagine a Veldigun that’s less of a tangible entity and more of a force. Like the Smile curse, or the Killer Track from Hatchetfield.

#dreams of an insomniac #doai #veldigun #pastra

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rozeliyawashereyall · 3 months

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Liya rant let's fucking go

Again! Little reminder Liya is a separate character from me, Roze! I've just been using her a pfp because I didn't have one for ME y'know?— also, there's lot of Greek mythology references but I don't care let me make my OCs in peace goddamit

Basics first—

Her full name is Liya "Minthe" Noor! Hehe

Birthday is on the 29th of October

She/They pronouns

A genderfluid lad :3

She isn't human per se... but a nymph! An underworld water one ^_^ (a Naiad basically–)

Ethnicity is greek-egyptian! Can speak Arabic, English, and Demotic Greek :3 (and just a lil bit of Armenian)

Just a silly gal looking for a home after being cast out by her father

Mbti is INFP-T

Now, Liya Noor.. I have so much lore on them i might need to make a separate post!

Let's get straight to the point~

Minthe can exist anywhere she wants. Whether it be in a different universe, an audio RP (hehe), or in a game. With just a ring of her bell, she'll be teleported there to lurk from the shadows.

The underworld is surrounded by a series of rivers: The Acheron, river of woe. The Cocytus, river of lamentation. The Phlegethon, river of fire. The Styx, river of unbreakable oath. and The Lethe, river of forgetfulness. <- Liya was created by Cocytus, along with her sisters.

Year is 1683

After being assigned to go collect a human soul for the first time, she accidentally fell in love with the mortal land, getting distracted by it. So instead of collecting the soul of the dead human so they could properly pass, they instead started touring around, watching the markets, stage shows, etc. completely forgetting about her mission.

Unfortunately for Minthe, her forgetting to collect the soul caused a..slight troublesome event for the mortals. Since the soul wasn't harvested, the body was still alive despite the heart no longer beating, causing quite a freakout in the city, which led to a lot of crazy theorists rioting and semi still sane people leaving the land.

After her father found out about Minthe's terrible mistake, he cast her out of their home, with a quest on her hands.

"prove you're still worthy to call yourself a child of mine, and you shall return. Fail, and you'll be drowned in the river of Lethe, forever to forget."

The problem was...he never told her what her quest was. He basically just told her to "fuck around, find out, and pray I agree."

A year later. Minthe was travelling along the mortal land in the late 16th century of Scotland, searching for a clue to what her quest was, when she met a woman in her early 20s, her name was Liya.

They befriended each other quite fast! Uh, before Liya was hanged and then burned at the stake for the accusation of being a witch. Yeah, that messed up Minthe up quite a bit.

After that sad event, she named herself Liya, as a little momentum to her friend, and an almost rebellious act towards her father.

Year is 1832

After almost 200 years of pointless searching, Liya finally relented and went back down to the underworld to ask what her quest even was

On her way to the underworld. Liya meets a kitten! A cute, slightly injured one. She takes the feline under her wing, planning to soak the cat in the river of Styx so it'll live an immortal life with her! Just like how Thetis did to her son, Achilles.

Now, walking from the mortal realm to the underworld is a long, long way, taking almost 5 years by just walking. So instead Liya decides to find a shrine of Hermes, to ask him to guide her into the realm of the undead. But after searching and searching, she found all the shrines...but the ones dedicated to Hermes.

In a fit of frustration, she destroyed a shrine dedicated to the goddess of Spring, angering her badly.

In punishment, she cursed them. Killing her feline companion, and making a mint plant grow inside of her stomach. Forcing Liya to endure a century of suffocation from the plant, but never dying of it.

Ah- that's all for now, I'll probably make a part 2 of this one day.

But for now you get this!!

#my art #Liya Noor #oc #lore #my sad loser of a girl #i have no idea where the dividers are from btw #randomly found them deep in my gallery #backstory #OC: Liya Noor

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yellowocaballero · 2 months

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re: utopia, one thing that i personally find funny is that a popular CN gacha game (damning words when it comes to taking me seriously, i know) just had an arc where the antagonist was a guy following Order that wanted to put everyone into a collective hallucination where everything would be perfect (obv without the opportunity to grow as a person Ever, but well, at least everyone is Satisfied), and him being a jesus figure that would suffer for everyone's sins and be aware of the dream/control it. (man i wonder if they had a naruto rerun while writing penacony)

i really liked it, but i did not anticipate that i'd get two cakes due to my favourite writer tackling similar themes (well they do be as old as time)!!!!1!!!1 and i think that you're really good at getting your point across — you once said that writing a fic is kinda like a dialogue with yourself to you, if i'm not mistaken —, and i always have to clear my glasses after reading your works because they get covered in dried little tear dots from my eyelashes, and what im saying is that im excited to do so again. it sounds stupid. thank you for sharing your work, im incredibly excited to see you unravel the narrative knot into heartstrings. yellowocaballero going to ascend to moirahood on national tv in 2035, keep your eyes peeled, everyone!

anyway sorry for blabbering so much i hope this didn't come across as comparing (though you'd be better obviously) i just crack up every time i think that you got around to writing naruto fic when that arc dropped. the timing is great. prophets of the new age receiving a beam of light telling us about personal growth and lifted jesus allegations. if i ever see you writing fic for honkai star rail or genshin or whatever it's going to be both too soon and the greatest thing i've ever read in that fandom. stay funny (not an obligation or a threat, you can be unfunny if you want, but i don't think the universe prepared for that opportunity. it'd flop into itself like a wet tissue)

Oh, literally I downloaded Star Rail because I was interested in some of the stuff I heard about it. Played it a little and never picked it back up again. I should, I'm just awful about phone games! Not ADHD enough. Maybe I can watch a playthrough...?

I love nice life parallelism. I do think the themes of "the bad guy wants everyone to be happy" is inherently kind of interesting, because it inherently raises a lot of questions - why is he a bad guy, if he wants to be good? What about his plan makes him a bad guy instead of a good guy? What delineates a bad and good guy, anyway? How did this guy get so turned around that he thought badness was good? If handled well, it's inherently a rich character. If badly, then it's just kind of nonsensical and goes against its own messaging.

The "well, the bad guy is right, but since he kills people about it that invalidates his own point" approach is always boring and conformist, but it can be surprisingly hard to shake. I don't think Obito, Madara, and the Ame 3 are 'bad guys who are right morally but with bad methods' - I think they're good people who are so deformed by their world that a hugely destructive evil scheme is the closest they know how to come to goodness. By that logic, Obito had to be written as...deformed. Very much so. But that was what made him so interesting to explore. How do you un-deform that? Is that even possible? When we put him on the good guy team, is he genuinely a good guy who overcame his warped nature, or is he just a warped person doing good guy things? FWIW, I think a big difference between the HSR character and Obito is that what Obito can't partake of this Eden because he thinks of himself as somebody who's far too late to save (also, isn't God/Jesus all about Free Will?)(Calvinists DNI).

I don't think this story gets too sad...it's just too nuts...but, of course, you have to feel sorry for Obito. He wants to change the system that ruined him, but as the evil created by that system he still can't fully see the very important thing that he's missing. We've seen him shy away from the thought already - if only a perfect world can create good people, how the hell do you explain Naruto? As the reader, we want him to be helped. We continue reading in the hope that he will be helped. Thanks for the ask, I really should find some way to consume HSR.

#too much of a normie for phone games and too much of a puritan to want to play gacha #my asks #my writing #fun ask ty very much

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luffythinker · 1 month

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God i love trans Shigaraki so so so badly, have something i wrote, i don't know where to go from here i was just letting my mind wonder in a scenario where Shigaraki has a crush on Overhaul and Overhaul is making an effort to try and make this alliance work so he puts on a pretend pleasant face.

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Maybe it’s because of his quirk he was never able to grow facial hair. Tomura always thought this was weird, weird the way his body grew hair in places like his pits on and between his legs but not on his face.

He would think there should be some older authoritative figure in his life yelling down his ear for him to shave it all off but that’s missing too, just like the hair on his face.

Examining himself in the filthy bathroom mirror, it doesn’t have to be this way..

the bathroom, not whatever’s wrong with him.

He doesn’t have to use the League's filthy bar bathroom; he could just go over to that prick's place. The new hassaikai’s bathroom is much much nicer. ( Okay it isn’t truly dirty in here, Kurogiri makes sure of it but it’s not as clean as Kai’s which is the whole point)

Using one finger to pull at the skin under his eye, digging said finger into that pink skin slot where his eyeball sits inside his head wiping the sleep boogers away. Maybe it’ll even make his eyes feel less dry. Maybe.

He’s not gonna wash his hands or his face just wipe em down on his boxers the only thing he’s got on.

His house, his bathroom, his rules. No shirt all service. Shut the fuck up.

God he hates the person who stares back at him in the mirror. HEY, theres some hair growing on his chest below his neck, sweet. It's little dots almost like how his legs look yet his face is a desert wasteland?

Whatever, Tomura hooks two fingers into the side of the cabinet pulling it open like a case. Avoiding knocking anything out he grabs his meds, turns it on the label side to make sure its what belongs to him and not Dabi’s pills. He can’t always be bothered to remember to take this shit but Sensei was generous enough to humor him when he asked so he better be taking it.

He pours himself one oval-shaped pill into his palm same color as his hair, he takes it with the faucet water running it into his hands ducking his head to drink like a dog swallowing it out of his hand.

He’ll be back to take another one later this evening.

He didn’t lock the door when he came up here, he knows this because when he goes to turn it someones on the other side trying to do the same thing.

“Shit,” The man’s crystal blue eyes instantly drew towards his small chest. “Put a shirt on, I gotta piss. Move.”

At least he doesn’t shove him outta of the way like he normally does. Maybe because he caught an eyeful? He stop giving a fuck about that the first few times it happen.

Tomura makes his way to his room upstairs further inside the bar's back rooms. His last remaining clean shirt doesn’t have long sleeves, it’s black though. “Kurogiri!” He yells holding it up. “Did you wash clothes today?”

Instead of yelling back the mistful man appears before him with an empty basket. “You neglected to hand in your used garments of the days prior Tomura Shigaraki. I haven’t washed your clothes yet.” He clarifies.

On his desk chair there's his stinky shirt from yesterday's running that arrogant assholes errands. Kurogiri collects them and walks back into the dark corridor. “Oh,” He stops before the darkness can disappear and Tomura can put a shirt on. “Before I leave a message for you.”

He makes a face at the older man. “Ugh, go on then!” He gestured with a rotating motion of his hands sitting on the foot of his bed crossing his leg.

“Overhaul says he’ll need your assistance with a mission of some sort. He didn’t give me all the details, however he encouraged that he’ll need your answer by the end of today. Would you like me to inform him or create a lie for your absence? Though, personally I think it be very punctual of you to attend in proving him wrong about you.”

“What does he want?”

“I do not know, but I can gather it might be about thievery.”

“That asshole thinks I can just get up and go wherever whenever? Gimme a break! I can’t even put my fucking shirt on!” It’s already going over his head, arms poking through the sleeves shaking his hair afterwards. “Tell him..” Tomura thinks for a minute. “Tell him I'll be there, just give me a damn minute.”

Kurogiri’s eyes flicker like he's blinking. “Very well.” Then he’s gone, swallowed up inside the portal.

Tomura falls back on his back, can’t he just leave him alone?

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It’s not a black tie event, he shows up several minutes late with only his nintendo switch and a few pieces of hershey's kisses Toga gave him because he forgot to eat having all the time in the world to be late choosing to look for his binder instead.

How funny would it be if he came here tits out and Overhaul noticed? Ha, he’d die on the spot.

“Good afternoon.” Nemoto greets him in the living area of the hassaikai’s new building. He’s a filthy casual like their friends or some shit. Tomura resists the urge to hiss at him like a little kid instead he opts for using his eyebrow the man can definitely see under his unruly hair in acknowledgement that he isn’t ignoring him completely.

The man doesn’t know him very well and probably thinks he’s as unruly as his uncut haircut, still he smiles. It isn’t a real smile, it's like a.. Uhh how does he describe it? Like a knowing smile? Like he knows more about Tomura’s attitude then he does about why he can’t grow hair on his chin like Chisaki does. (Even though he’s got a clean face everytime he sees him he knows that man can grow a beard if he felt like it.)

“He’s in his office.” Nemoto answers his unasked question.

“Eh, thanks.” He presses a button on the elevator, going up to the highest fucking floor because what the fuck is wrong with the people here? First it was going around in circles like ants underground and now it’s climbing skyscrapers like fucking birds or whatever the fuck.

Once he reaches the second to highest floor (it’s the highest floor in his mind) he makes his way past the porcelain waiting room straight towards the office doors. It’s decorated with a not plastic plant that probably doesn’t get watered as much as it should but just enough to keep it alive.

“I’m here.” He raises his arms not bothering to knock once he’s inside,

“Close the door behind you.” Is all the stupid monotone voice says behind a big executive chair tapping away at a computer. The doors should close automatically he grumbles to himself closing them.

“Thank you.” It doesn’t mean shit.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

That’s when his yellow eyes look up from his work staring at him like he’s interrupted a room of workers. He isn’t scared of him but he still stiffens under those eyes sometimes, they don't ask for respect, it's something they already own. Reminds him of what should be that ‘older authoritative figure’ not in his life..

Chisaki, not just his eyes, demands a form of it, respect, from Tomura everytime they talk. Like when Dabi raises his voice at him but an entirely different story all together.

God he hates Overhaul.

“I am glad you could.." He makes a face between nauseously repulsed and pretending to smile "maintain yourself this evening.” The man beaked man tried to compliment locking his fingers on the desk. Probably taking advice from barrier quirk guy. He knows because Kurogiri and Compress talked to him, told him ‘the young head practices patients with you so you should at least try and meet him halfway.’

He’s not going to be the bigger person, there will be no ‘meeting him halfway’ or anyway.

“Have a seat.”

Shigaraki comes further inside the wasp nest pulling the chair out enough to sit in. The way this man’s trying so hard makes him want to throw up all over his clean table and him.

--- stopping mid point

i don't know what to make them talk about fjdghjdbf is this good? Shig is taking t-pills first i labeled Dabis pills as pain pills but Dabi cant feel anything so hes not taking that, idk what hes taking

also theres an implication that Shigaraki and Dabi have flings sometimes but they dont have a relationship just fuck buddies cause this is a Shigahaul story

idk what to do here , tell me what you think

ohhhh this is fun!!! i love shigaraki's pov here, hes so funny to read, love being inside his head and reading his thoughts (also love the implied shigadabi)

i love seeing shiggy taking T, its hard for me to picture him with facial hair but im imagining him trying minoxidil for months and be so frustrated that it doesn't really help his facial hair to grow 😭😭

also the the piece is good!! im not quite sure what overhaul and shigaraki would talk about here, maybe about the supposed mission? but then im thinking how this would divert to be more personal / lead them to talk about something else, but I guess it depends where you want the story to go, sorry i dont have many clear ideas at the moment :((

but totally unrelated (not really?) but while reading this i think it's crazy that we never saw someone in bnha with a quirk that could produce hormones, or something like that!! i was thinking about ivankov from one piece and how her devil fruit powers is able to give people hormone therapy and a quirk like that would be so cooljfjdjdjf

one touch and boom u give trans men all the T they need/want 😁

#trans shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #overhaul #shigahaul #bnha #mha #rei replies #kai chisaki

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pleaseburger · 3 months

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Are you like, fr about recommending trrpg systems? Cause BOY I'm in the market for one. I've only tried Dnd (too rules, too expensive, too genre locked) and Fate which I'm still feeling out but I'm getting the feeling it's too freeform for the players I'm DMing for. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it, I guess.

Anyway, if none of that made a system spring to mind, just tell me about your favorite/go-to system and why it's that one!

of course I was!! this is my purpose as a micro influencer!!!

you have basically asked me the equivalent of "I have tried pizza, which is popular but I did not like, and tofu, which is too open to all the possibilities in the world (fate is good and cool, like tofu). what should I try eating next". so hopefully you see why this is hard to answer

I have been playing Starforged as my main game for the last year or so. it's the sci-fi fork of Ironsworn (which is free btw :3). ironsworn is lovely cause you can play it as a GM with a table full of players, or co-op with other players and NO GM, or even just by yourself!! the rules are split up into mini rules packages called "moves", which trigger whenever you do something in the game and then have their own varying outcomes that can suddenly change the game in ways no one expected.

characters in ironsworn are defined by Assets instead of a class or a big list of skills; each asset is like a superjuiced D&D feat, empowering you to do really cool stuff or even *giving you completely new moves that are unique to your character*. whenever you're feeling stuck, the Oracle tables are there to jump-start your imagination. my playgroup loves asking the Oracle for her opinion on stuff all the time. you can run a game of Ironsworn/Starforged as a GM with absolutely zero prepwork and be okay because the moves and oracles are there to support play.

my absolute favourite RPG is HEART: The City Beneath. it's gorgeous, haunting, evocative, and tragic. the core of the game's engine, the Resistance system, is a tension builder and drama generating engine, because as the players Do Stuff, they build up stress to their resistances, and then after building up too much stress, the dam breaks and it all comes crumbling down in a juicy dramatic consequence, which the book has like a hundred options for you to choose from if you cant think of anything interesting right away.

your character's background comes with a bucket list of things you could do (like eating something you really shouldnt, or getting a landmark named after you), called Beats, and then you pick 2 of those Beats every session. if you do either of them, you get a new ability from your class! it's very cool because it inherently tells the players what kind of cool stuff they can do, encourages them to do it by rewarding them for taking action, and it makes prepwork *very* easy for the GM because the players have to tell you exactly what they want to do the next session.

the classes in HEART are also some of my favourite archetypes out of any game I've read. the deep apiarist, who has hollowed out their body to be a host for a hive of psychic bees, can do things like get through tiny gaps by letting their hive chew up their body and rebuild them on the other side. the vermissian knights are basically an order of cursed paladins that are obsessed with creating a failed train network that was planned hundreds of years ago but never came to be. there's a gun wizard class. and all of them have a dozen abilities that are all enticing; no features that boil down to being a +2 bonus to attack rolls, you want to collect as many of these things as you can.

but the best part of game is the setting itself, the Heart. it's a red wet heaven under the surface of the earth, a rip in reality where a strange otherspace has crawled in. whenever someone enters it, it tries to build itself in the image of their desires, but it does this slowly and badly. everyone has a different theory on what it is. what this means for your game is that even though the heart has a very strong identity and hits a specific feel, it shapes to the style of GM you are and the desires of your players as the game unfolds. every table's Heart is just a little bit different.

#asks #ttrpg

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thatmaddogley · 1 month

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DESCENDENTS

Warnings

-Cursing

-Mention of SA

-Mentions of abuse

-Talking about abuse and trauma

-SH

-Abuse, hitting, throwing

Part 2/?

“Would you love me the same if you knew the things I've been through? The things I cannot change. Would you love me all the same?”

(Quote is an Inspiration from ‘Would you fall in love with me again?’ from Epic the Musical, created by the amazing Jorge Rivera Herrans)

"I don't know what l♡ve feels like."

Chloe looks to Red with a look Red has never seen before from anyone else. A somewhat worried, and concerned look. One where only those who truly care for you could ever give.

“I should probably start from the beginning.” Red said, nails scratching herself repeatedly. Red had done that ever since she was little. Scared, nervous of her mother. What her mother would punish her for, for not being a good daughter, for not making her proud. What the consequence would be for that day if she didn’t get everything right. When she got older is when the Queen laid off the punishments, but still, not by much.

“My mother always hated me.” Red started, “From the moment I was born. I reminded her of her. And not in a good way. I reminded her of the version she used to be in highschool. I had the same pink hair as her and was always smiling and giggling. Even as a baby. And she did not like that at all.”

Chloe listened, a bit surprised Red’s hair was pink. Although she was kind of confused on how the genetics worked. That’d have to be another day.

“She hated labor.She thought it made her look weak. Once the labor was done, she ordered her soldiers to have my hair dyed to permanent Red and to dress me up like a soldier, or anything that she liked. First thing she said to me when I was born was ‘Ugh, she is absolutely ugly’ And I can believe that because Maddox tells me the story every once in a while.” Red laughed with fake humor. Laughing to hide her pain. Chloe knew that all too well.

“What about what you remember? Like your first memories? Sorry again if I’m intruding…” Chloe said, not wanting to cause Red to break down in tears or to get mad and angry at her for asking too many questions.

Red heavily sighs “Well, I remember the first time I called her ‘Mommy’ instead of ‘Mother’. Gods…I remember like it was yesterday…”

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Flashback-

4 year old Red had been running around the halls, playing by herself at the moment because that's all she could do. No one wanted to be friends with her because if they did end up being friends with her, their parents' heads would be added to the Queens collection and the kid would go to the orphanage with all the other unfortunate souls who had tried to be nice but that just got them without parents.

Now Red was a smart girl. Very cautious girl. But since she was playing a game that involved running and looking forward, she didn’t exactly see the cape on the floor which ended in Red slipping and falling on the floor, but also twisting one of her bones really badly.

The person with the cape turned around, and it was her very own mother…uh oh. Red’s heart started pounding. She didn’t care about the immense pain she was having, her mother would punish her worse.

“Excuse you?!” Bridget yelled, quickly turning back to her daughter on the ground. “What do you think you are doing?”

Red couldn’t think of words so she just whimpered in pain.

Bridget’s eyes widened as she bent down and grabbed Red by her neck collar. “Did you just whimper, you pathetic excuse for a daughter?!

“No! No I didn’t! I didn't, Mother!”

“Yes you did and you know what that means!” The guards backed up, scared of what the Queen could do.

“No! Please no Mommy!”

…

“What did you say?” The grip on her neck tightened as she didn’t answer. “I said WHAT DID YOU SAY!”

Red wiped her eyes as she tried to breath, but her mother’s grip was too much. “I-i- I said- something I wasn’t…wasn’t supposed to…”

“That's right! Guards get over here!” Bridget yells as she throws her daughter on the floor. “Slice her with that knife. Make her feel pain. Make sure she will remember to NEVER play or call me that ever again! Give her a scar that she will never forget for the rest of her life!”

“Do we heal her afterwards, your royal majesty?”

“Let her bleed out until she can’t go any more. It will only make her drowsy in pain and loss of blood. But make sure she doesn’t die. I need her for my heir unfortunately.”

Red wanted to scream, shout, cry for help from her mother. But shouldn’t when her mother was the one doing this…And as soon as she felt the blade on her skin, and watching her mother laugh as her daughter got tortured…She realized at that moment, she wasn’t loved. She was hated. And no one would ever love her. Not her mom, not her subjects, not even herself. She vowed to never feel love again if it was the last thing she did. She would never open her heart out to anyone…

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At the end of her story, she was sobbing. She didn’t even realize it. Chloe moved forward and hugged her, telling her it was okay, and that she was there. Red didn’t even seem to care that Chloe was touching her. She buried her head into the crook of Chloe’s shoulder and let out all her emotions that she couldn’t let out in the past 12 years.

A few minutes later, Red finally let go of Chloe and used a napkin from her bedside and wiped her tears and sniffled. After a few seconds, she spoke. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve to see that.”

Chloe looked at Red, compassion in her eyes. “Please don’t say sorry. It's not your fault…”

“But I’m weak-”

“You are anything but weak Red.” Chloe says with determination. “You are honestly the bravest person I have ever met. You’ve gone through so much. So much more than you think and it made you stronger. But sometimes, letting your emotions out for someone you love…it's necessary Red.”

Red looked down, playing with her fingers nervously.

“I don’t know what love feels like.”

Chloe grabbed Red’s chin and made her look at her. She slowly placed her hand in between Red’s hand, and squeezed ever so lightly.

“Maybe I can teach you.”

EndNotes!

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Hey! Thanks for the positivity of my first work. That gave me a lot of confidence to make the second part. Don’t worry, that's not all of Red’s trauma. Only the tip of the iceberg. But if you have any idea for where this story should go, just comment! Love you guys always! <33

August 8th, 2024

Written by Thatmaddogly

#fyp #gay #lesbian #tumblr fyp #glassheart #chloe charming #rise of red #red hearts #redcharming #fanfic

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darkpoisonouslove · 9 months

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3, 6, 19 and 21 for Valtor and 2, 4 and 25 for Daphne from the character ask game? 🙏

Thanks for the questions!

Valtor:

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

How overpowered he is. This is literally the crux of pretty much every issue with him. I'm going to take them one at a time.

First off, it is ridiculously easy for him to just get what he wants. He barely encounters any obstacles at all, especially when the Winx aren't there to fight him. This creates inconsistencies with the backstory. If it is this easy for him to steal magic and he's so powerful, it is hardly believable that he wasn't doing this before he was imprisoned or that if he was doing it, the Company were able to limit the damage he'd do (especially since the leftover Company members seem so powerless against him in the present when they should be even stronger as fighters after the 17 years they've had to acquire wisdom, experience and to develop their magical abilities further; make it make sense!). And not just that. The idea that he can just waltz into both CT and Alfea, take over the first and dispose of the head of the latter, not to mention what he did on every other world he set foot on, erases any kind of stakes from the story. It implies that he cannot be stopped by the authorities. So why is he hiding then instead of taking over the world since nothing has given us the indication that there is a force that could stop him? Leaving that issue aside, he just succeeds too easily, which makes everyone else look like weak, incompetent morons and doesn't help him either. Most of the places he robs of their magic were hardly protected at all when making him struggle a little but still succeed and outsmart his enemies would have done much more to highlight his power and cunning. They just go about building him up as a threat in the wrong way.

Secondly, he starts to unravel so badly from 3x18 onwards. The minute they introduced the Agador Box, it was game over for him and his credibility as a villain. This might seem to go against the idea that he's overpowered as the Box seemed to be a plot device demonstrating that he, too, is limited. But the truth is that nothing they'd shown before has given us any indication that power could ever become too much for him. The Box doesn't make sense when his goal was always to collect power and he himself never gave any indication that he was getting overloaded in order to foreshadow his need for it. The truth is that they needed a way for Winx to defeat him after they went overboard with his abilities and the Box was pretty much it. All his spells go in, then with the help of some fairy dust all his spells go out. Boom! Problem solved. By a cheap plot to get rid of the virtually invincible villain they created. If they'd set some limits from the start, this literally never would have been an issue. I'd actually argue that it makes way more sense for him to come with preexisting limits installed by the Ancestral Witches. After all, they wouldn't want their creation somehow amassing enough power to overthrow them and possibly kill them. It would have given him something to overcome and been a much more organic way to keep him at a power level that wouldn't require them to turn him into a pathetic wet cat for the Winx to be able to defeat him.

And lastly, I think his invulnerability contributes the most to people misinterpreting him. I have seen Valtor stans swearing up and down that he is composure personified and so in control of himself, which just... isn't true. Valtor is calm and collected for the majority of the season not because that is who he is as a character but because there is nothing that can oppose him and truly stand in his way. Think about any instance when something doesn't go like he wants it to, be it mind-controlled Ediltrude and Zarathustra telling him Griffin is trying to escape in 3x11, the Winx and their teachers failing his plan to kill Bloom in 3x14 or the Trix laughing at him in 3x25. His instant reaction is violent anger (less so in 3x11 but super evident in both of the other examples). Really, his composure is proportionally tied to his excessive power that no one else can challenge. And in those last episodes when it becomes clear his power is not going to be enough, he's not unraveled completely yet because he's exploiting everyone else's emotional weaknesses such as siccing the Trix on Bloom in 3x22 under guise of letting them fix their mistake from 3x20 and lying to Bloom he's absorbed her parents into his body in 3x23 to save his skin. He still believes that he can win because he's holding the better hand but once his spells are scattered in 3x25 and he loses the Trix as his minions, he goes completely off the rails. That is to say that his power is a crutch and limiting it from the start could have afforded more opportunities to explore his character, make him more interesting and compelling if he has to struggle and isn't allowed to keep his composure this much.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Being obsessed with Griffin

Too many things for comfort. Definitely the pride that easily crosses into arrogance. Recently someone told me that they've noticed I can act quite arrogant and I was like "We know but hey!" I'm pretty sure that it's not in the grand proportions in which it is with Valtor though so... at least I have that going for me. 😅

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

Well, that's easy. I HATE what they did with him and the Trix. Okay, he wants to keep them under his thumb by making them bicker with each other but a) that shouldn't have worked after the previous season and what happened with Darkar and b) why would he feel the need to manipulate them when it's never indicated that they can be a threat to him? I am a firm believer that they should have leaned way more into the fact that the Trix are descendants of the Ancestral Witches. They could have mostly kept his strategy of divide and conquer but with the added bonus that he is implied to be mega uncomfortable in the Trix' presence because of how much they remind him of the Ancestral Witches. That would have done wonders for his character and saved that particular subplot. His discomfort with the Trix would perfectly foreshadow his confrontation with the Ancestral Witches in 3x26 and could give us context of why Valtor is amassing so much magic (to ensure he'll never be under his mothers' thumb again). It'd give more depth to his character and make him feel more real when there is a negative situation he's desperate to avoid.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

My favorite thing is to have him be wrong about something/have someone else (usually Griffin) get the upper hand on him, lol. I think you can easily infer why from all my ranting in the first question so I'm not going to rehash that whole thing again here. I'll just add that it's really satisfying to watch someone wipe his smug look off his face. 10/10 would recommend at every possible opportunity. (Quick note: the way his defeat was handled on the show wasn't even cathartic because they had already torn him down so much since 3x18 through the script itself that Winx didn't really get to crush him in a satisfying way, especially considering how personal he made things for them during the season.)

I don't like having to write his speech patterns because I am always second guessing whether he sounds the way he's supposed to. He does have a more formal way of speaking and I have to remind myself of that constantly. It's a struggle to keep his dialogue in character and I am not a fan of that. But like everything, it gets easier the more you practice it.

Daphne:

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That's so tough considering how badly canon treats her. I'm still unclear on whether her being the previous Keeper of the Dragon Fire is just one dub's version or canon all around. While to me that's always been canon, I'm gonna be very controversial with my unpopular opinion - my favorite thing about her is that she was resurrected. Yes, season 6 could have hardly treated her worse and yes, they probably brought her back for Bloom's sake, not her own but I am happy regardless because it pisses people off Daphne deserves to be more than just the ghost that died for Bloom's sake. Her season 6 storyline may suck but it is the first time that the show has treated her as her own character rather than as a prop for Bloom's story and I support that idea. I really wish people would think about that instead of insisting that Daphne stay dead just because the show dropped the ball with the execution of her revival.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Oh, ouchie, that's a tough question. It may be because of my long-standing obsession that's currently been kicked into motion again but the first thing that popped into my head was The Hunger Games. There is just a great similarity between Daphne and Katniss both going above and beyond to protect their little sisters. And thinking about this a little more in-depth, that would actually do Daphne a very big favor because it will allow her story and feelings to be explored like they never were on the show. If she were the main character just like Katniss is, she doesn't have to be sidelined for the sake of focusing on Bloom. Daphne will be the center of the story which will allow us to witness her journey and more of her character. She would still be defined by her sacrifice for Bloom (so her character won't be warped beyond recognition) but she won't have to be contained and limited by it. She can have her own story and be the main player in it, have her trauma explored because that is one of the central things The Hunger Games focuses on.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Oh, it's impossible to remember what my first impression was because it's been about 20 years since then. But I am positive that I always loved Daphne! However, now I am able to appreciate the nuances to her character and all the potential that she has. She's definitely one of my faves and deserved so much better!

#winx club #winx valtor #winx daphne #ask #solisvia #winx meta #meta

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sunbloomdew · 11 months

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oc inspired paintings :D

lyrics from "Message In A Bottle" by The Police

lyrics from "Tonight, Tonight" by The Smashing Pumpkins

see more about these pieces under cut :]

you don't have to, i was drinking melisa and as such was a bit sleepy while writing it. might not be very detailed or sensible lol

so, these are actually my ocs inspired paintings! first one is for haru and second one is for primrose. they are 'mirror characters' as i like to call them.

they were created alongside (more or less, the concept for them was anyway) and share themes and arcs in a way :)

now a little bit about the landscapes i picked and the songs.

"Message In A Bottle" is one of the songs from haru's playlist. There are a couple of reasons for why i chose it. First it's about loneliness which is a central aspect of haru's arc. they are a character who hates being alone and tries their hardest to make sure that doesn't happen. However in their pursuit of social renown and validation of a collective, they abandon the only people who loved them in the first place.

Loneliness is one of the things that prompted them to change in a way that would earn them approval of strangers and aquaintances. But their transformation ultimately didn't lead to them feeling better, instead it made them even more lonely - not able to connect with their newer friends and not able to open up to the old ones anymore.

The lyrics i chose have sort of a double meaning. It's how haru was feeling before their change begun. but it is also the way they are continue to feel, no matter how badly they deny it. the lyrics are also a contrast to their actual situation - they are surrounded by people who don't understand them - wether because they don't know them or don't know them anymore.

Second is the imagery. Haru was created for Our Life Beginnings and Always. While they are a spring themed character, i view them as the period of ending of spring and beginning of summer, so they embody both seasons to a degree. A castaway island in the song is something that i definitely associate with summer. And a summer, beach, california child is what haru tries to emulate, even if it's not truly what they are.

Third, it's a little inside joke with myself i have. i'm developing a pirate au with olba characters and ya know. bottle messages.... pirates......

Almost forgot but the last thing is that haru listens to a lot of 80s & 90s music, and this song came out in 1979 so. they definitely have heard it before. not their vibe but they thought it was okay.

anyhow, that song is fucking good, go give it a listen <3

and now for the second painting.

"Tonight, Tonight" is a song from Primrose's playlist. I think this song describes the uncertain nature of the future, but regardless of that, at this moment, tonight is tonight. There are things to come but not now. later. tomorrow. It ties into Primrose's arc.

At their core, Haru and Prim's stories are about change. Haru who rushes into things, changes themselves almost mechanically - with no regard for themselves or others, just to achieve their short-term goal. Primrose is going to be the opposite. A character who clings to the way things were, who never wants to plan for the future, afraid of what might change.

She is content to pretend that everything is just fine and things will go back to the way they were, losing herself in the comforts of her stories, books and the internet. Primrose is my Our Life Now and Forever character who is also spring themed except it's the winter-spring period. The change of the season is more visible and that makes her even less likely to accept it. The spring connection and imagery is more important here because spring is in a way a season opposite of fall. So part of the reason Primrose is afraid of change is her awareness of the fact that she doesn't really fit in Golden Grove.

Her journey will be about accepting that change in inevitable. And Haru's journey is about letting things be the way they are.

Her aversion to change is especially highlighted in her teenage years - everyone around her seems to be changing yet she is staying the same, not knowing if it's a bad thing or not, but not willing to find out either. I connect this song with her, because i feel like this is her expressing that she is not clueless about change but won't easily accept it either.

The lyrics are a bit of a foreshadowing to Prim's state as a young adult. People around her are figuring out their post high school plans, but she doesn't want to leave her hometown. "You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth." is the way she feels about leaving for university/college right away. It's also a bit more subtle in a way how growing up makes you leave some pieces of yourself behind, wether you want it or not.

I've been listening to other songs by The Smashing Pumpkins and what i like about them is that they aren't very direct with their meaning. It's a little bit how i want this character to be too. Maybe. Primrose isn't nearly as developed as Haru at the moment.

Some smaller things about the second painting. This song reads to me as Qiu/Primrose song specifically, step 2 one probably. I chose a forest with those type of trees because Rosie is Canadian and they have boreal forests there. Also i liked this imagery for her.

this song is good too, although i like "1979" from the same album more. still, give it a listen :3

i wanted to post some oc stuff, cause i get distracted by my other characters easily and start working on them, but i still wanna yell into the void about Haru and Rosie :]

toodles~

#sunbloom draws #mei's kids #olba mc #olnf mc #olba oc #olnf oc #original characters #landscape painting #digital art #digital artwork #digital painting #i made them a little bit ago but i still like them enough to post them #and ya know they are not the best in the technical sense and some of the oc stuff have changed in the meantime......#but i had fun #and it doesn't mean i shouldn't post them #it was what i felt when i was making them #and if i learned something new in the meantime that's great <3

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Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire (6)

part six of seven | 6.4k | Explicit (for real now) Part One | Part Five | Read on AO3

It’s a two chapter day, friends. Enjoy some smut. I tried to break this up so that if you just want the PWP this part will make sense without reading the rest of the series. warnings: nsfw under the cut! blood drinking and biting kinks.

Most rational people probably would have been worried to get caught in a thunderstorm and lose power with a vampire in their house.

Not Steve Harrington. Especially not when that vampire was Eddie Munson.

Instead Steve relished the way that they had to move by candlelight. He went around collecting as many as he could before setting them in the living room, creating a little haven of a fiery glow for them to huddle up in. Eddie didn’t waste any time grabbing a few blankets from the back of the couch and spreading them out on the living room floor. He turned to Steve and showed off his handiwork with a flourish and a dimply grin, looking a little bit shy and entirely delectable.

“Smooth,” Steve smiled back, unable to contain it despite how absolutely cheesy they were both being. He was almost nervous from how badly he wanted to kiss Eddie now, so Steve moved into Eddie’s reach before taking his offered hand. By the time they were face to face, Steve couldn’t bother to keep up with any pretense, or wait to get his mouth on Eddie’s any longer.

As slowly and gently as he could possibly force his limbs to move, Steve reached up and brushed his thumb against Eddie’s bottom lip. He took another step closer into Eddie’s arms, and titled his head in silent question.

Eddie answered by closing the space between them and slotting his lips against Steve’s. His mouth was soft, pliant at first, like he was happy to let Steve decide how far he wanted to take things. Just the one taste of Eddie’s lips, however, and Steve was already sure he never wanted to stop.

Steve sighed against Eddie’s mouth as his whole body relaxed further into the kiss. He stepped ever-closer to Eddie until they were chest to chest, slipping his hands up to cup Eddie’s neck on either side. Eddie took that as an invitation, looping one arm around Steve’s waist until his hand fisted in the back of Steve’s shirt. Then he slipped the other into the fine hairs at the nape of Steve’s neck, just barely stroking with his fingertips until Steve shivered and melted further into his grasp.

Steve let out a little whimper, and Eddie took the opportunity of Steve’s lips parting to delicately trace along them with his tongue. Steve outright moaned at the sensation, already worked up well beyond anything he’d imagined, and Eddie chuckled darkly against his mouth.

"Damn, you sound gorgeous,” Eddie purred, and Steve’s eyes flew open at the praise. Eddie was already watching him intently, still running his fingers through Steve’s hair in delicate strokes. “You okay, Stevie?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Steve breathed out, managing what he hoped was a coy smile. Eddie licked his lips and slowly dragged his hand from the back of Steve’s neck forward, tracing along his jaw and leaving a trail of crackling sparks in his wake. Then he gently took Steve’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned Steve’s face to the side.

For the first time, and god he hoped it wouldn’t be the last, Steve exposed his neck to Eddie for the taking.

He licked a stripe along the underside of Steve’s jaw, then started sucking gentle kisses into the tender skin of Steve’s neck. Steve tightened his grip where his hands had fallen to Eddie’s shoulders, and he felt Eddie’s smile against his throat.

Eddie slipped one hand down Steve’s chest and popped a few of the buttons of his shirt open with ease, giving himself easier access. He lavished every praise upon Steve’s neck, except the one thing Steve wanted the most.

“Eddie,” Steve panted out his name like he might die if he didn’t give it the proper reverence. Eddie didn’t move his lips from the column of Steve’s throat as he hummed in response. “Bite me. Please?”

Eddie’s kisses stilled, and for a moment Steve was afraid he’d gone too far. He knew how needy he sounded, desperate for Eddie’s teeth in him again like a drug.

Steve just wanted to give Eddie everything he needed.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked finally, drawing back to study Steve’s face carefully. “Because I was just kidding, before. We don’t have to.”

“Were you kidding?” Steve asked. “Or are you just trying to make me feel unpressured?”

A smile danced along Eddie’s lips like Steve had him called out precisely. “The latter.”

“I never know which one means which, Eds,” Steve admitted freely.

“I wasn’t kidding,” Eddie clarified with a thick swallow. “I want to, but only if you do.”

Steve was already nodding frantically before Eddie finished speaking. “I wanna feed you, baby.”

Eddie growled in response, but the way he moved his mouth back to Steve’s neck and sunk his teeth in was almost gentle. Soft, like devotion.

Steve’s flesh gave way beneath Eddie’s teeth like it was made for him. Steve gasped at the feeling, and wasted no time getting a firm grip in Eddie’s hair. Eddie drinking from his neck felt like so much more than it had the first time, when Eddie bit into the supple skin of Steve’s wrist. This was deeper, hotter, like Eddie’s tongue and lips and fangs might burn a mark right into Steve’s throat and down into his very soul.

It was intoxicating. Steve recognized the familiar tug of his hard on pressing against his jeans, but the dull ache of it was almost quaint compared to the delicious throb he could feel with each heartbeat that gave way to Eddie’s mouth.

Steve felt dazed, like he could float right up out of his body and never get enough of this bliss. He whimpered again when Eddie withdrew with a slurp that by all means probably should have disgusted him. It only turned Steve on more, and he swayed a little in Eddie’s grasp.

Eddie laughed again, another deep and breathy sound that left Steve’s nerves tingling. Then he gripped onto both sides of Steve’s waist and slowly lowered them both to sit on the blanket he’d laid out. Eddie tucked Steve up against his side, practically cradling him in his lap as they sat facing one another. Then Eddie moved back in to suck the bite mark without biting down again, before gently lapping up any trickles of blood that had worked their way down Steve’s neck.

Steve felt absolutely divine.

“How do I taste?” Steve asked, breathless and craving to know.

“God, sweetheart,” Eddie licked his neck again. “I don’t even know if I can describe it.”

Using the hand he still had tangled in Eddie’s hair for leverage, Steve pulled back, earning him another delicious growl from the back of Eddie’s throat. Steve ducked away from Eddie’s mouth on his neck so he could look him in the eye. “Come on, tell me. You’ve always got the prettiest words. Please?”

The way Eddie’s eyes shined at Steve in that moment, almost made him believe that Eddie was fucking proud of him for daring to even ask.

“Like heaven, Stevie,” Eddie said with the softness of an angel in his voice. Slowly, he dipped his head back towards Steve’s neck, keeping his eyes on Steve’s face like he was asking permission. Steve nodded, and almost immediately felt Eddie’s fangs sink into the taut flesh again. Steve distantly wondered if he’d come in his pants like a goddamn fourteen year old if Eddie kept doing that.

Steve got lost in the sensation of Eddie’s mouth on him, of giving Eddie a little bit of life itself with each passing second. Too quickly, Eddie withdrew again, this time pulling back enough so Steve could see his own blood staining Eddie’s lips. Eddie swiped his thumb across his bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, and Steve watched like he was in a trance.

“Sweet, just like I thought you would,” Eddie said, still answering Steve’s question. “Like honey, or the damned nectar of the gods for all I know.”

Steve smiled, stupidly proud of himself for somehow managing to taste good, wondering if that was something he could even control. Then Eddie drew in nearer to Steve’s lips until they just barely brushed against Eddie’s own.

“Try for yourself,” Eddie commanded.

Steve didn’t hesitate to dive in and obey. He licked into Eddie’s mouth and was immediately consumed by the metallic flavor of his own blood on his tongue. He could only barely make out the sweetness Eddie was so enamored with, but Steve felt electrified by it all the same. Eddie swirled his tongue around Steve’s, enveloping them both in the taste of it.

Steve felt like he might be flying.

He drew back long enough to suck in a ragged breath, already losing his senses again from nothing but Eddie’s mouth on him. Eddie kept his eyes trained on Steve’s face, soft and assessing, while Steve glanced down. Curiosity got the better of him, and he did a double take when he realized his instincts had been right.

They were floating. Literally.

“Um, Eddie…” Steve trailed off, looking down at how the floor had disappeared beneath them.

Eddie was still too caught up in Steve to even see what was happening. He drew Steve’s earlobe between his teeth before murmuring, “What’s the matter, baby?”

Steve only managed to jerk his chin down towards the floor, which they were still levitating about a foot above. Eddie followed his gaze with a confused squint, then his eyes went wider than Steve had ever seen them.

“What the fuck?” Eddie yelped, and they both went crashing back down in an instant. Steve mostly landed on top of Eddie, who broke the fall for both of them. He didn’t seem hurt so much as upset.

“You okay?” Steve asked, completely unbothered, albeit surprised, by the newest bit of magic Eddie could apparently wield. He moved to stroke Eddie’s cheek, which finally snapped Eddie out of whatever shock he’d been caught up in.

“Um, yeah,” Eddie said, staring around them again and blinking slow. Then he laughed, disbelieving, and Steve felt a some of the knot of worry in his chest loosen. “Apparently we haven’t exhausted testing what I can do now.”

“If you can fly, maybe you can turn into a bat,” Steve suggested, waggling his eyebrows up and down with a smirk. His worry that he’d stepped past the mark with his joke quickly dissolved when Eddie grinned up at him.

“Why does that excite you?” he murmured, running his hands up Steve’s sides again.

“‘Cause I could carry you around in my pocket,” Steve said simply, then nudged his nose against Eddie’s again. Eddie let out a breathy laugh before he leaned up into another kiss, this one soft and supple, like his mouth was made to be broken in by Steve’s.

They stayed like that, lazily kissing until Eddie fully relaxed back into Steve’s hands. Then Steve moved to straddle Eddie’s lap, placing his hands on either side of Eddie’s face while Eddie got Steve’s hips in a searing grip.

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” Steve whispered against Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie’s grasp on Steve tightened, but he didn’t immediately have an answer on the tip of his usually silver tongue. Steve chuckled, happy to finally have caught Eddie off guard for once.

“What happened to the smooth talker?” Steve asked, teasing just a little. Eddie’s eyes shuttered, though, and Steve realized too late that he’d misstepped.

“He uh, was full of shit, honestly.” Eddie sighed, gaze trained somewhere on Steve’s chest instead of his face. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Stevie, but I’m all bravado, little action.”

“You seem pretty good at the action to me,” Steve murmured, but the tight line of Eddie’s shoulders didn’t loosen again like he’d hoped. Steve wasn’t always great at reading between the lines, but he thought he understood what Eddie was getting at—what he was too embarrassed to look Steve in the eye and say, even.

“Have you not…done this before?” Steve stopped everything he was doing, except to keep dragging his thumb along the flushed skin of Eddie’s neck in soothing circles. Eddie didn’t seem to have any objections to that, at least.

Steve could have sworn he’d heard some very explicit rumors about Eddie and a few girls from their class in senior year, and even a guy or two (that part Steve had dismissed at the time, because otherwise he would have had to examine the very high level of interest he’d had in knowing more details). But Steve couldn’t bank on just rumors alone, since those were what nearly got Eddie hunted down for ritualistic murder just a few months before.

“Not since I’ve been like…this,” Eddie whispered, glancing down at himself like his body had betrayed him, somehow.

The realization hit Steve like a ton of bricks, and he felt like an idiot for pushing too far, too fast. Of course Eddie was nervous. You don’t have sex as a vampire for the first time very often. Especially after an unexpected levitating incident.

“Hey, we can stop—” he tried, softening his voice.

“No,” Eddie shook his head emphatically, tossing his curls around in the process. He was so fucking beautiful like this, lit up by the glow of a million candles. Steve couldn’t help but feel a little relieved at his quick denial. “Just…let’s go slow?”

“I can do slow,” Steve promised with a drawling smile to match. “Tell me when you want me to stop?”

Eddie nodded, and Steve inched forward until he could drag his lips along the line of Eddie’s jaw, just barely nipping and sucking as he went. Eddie sighed beneath Steve’s touch.

Even though Eddie was near invulnerable, physically, Steve didn’t dare but treat him like the most precious thing he’d ever held between his hands.

Steve only pulled away long enough to strip his shirt off the rest of the way, overheated already, and gently pushed Eddie until he was laying flat on his back. Steve hovered over him for a moment, drinking in every tiny expression that flitted across Eddie’s face—the desire, the expectation, the unmitigated affection that made Steve’s heart soar.

Tentatively, Steve slipped his hand beneath the hem of Eddie’s t-shirt and let his fingertips graze the skin there in a tantalizing crawl. Steve felt Eddie’s muscles twitch beneath his touch, so he sat back to assess if he was moving too quickly. Despite asking to go slow, Eddie didn’t seem to have patience for Steve’s checking in on him again. He sat up far enough to whip his t-shirt off in one swift, fluid motion, before laying back again.

Steve still wasn’t quite used to how Eddie could move at the blink of an eye now, but there was no doubt that he found it incredibly hot. That wasn’t what had Steve stuttering to catch up with the sight in front of him, though.

Eddie’s hair splayed out on the floor around him as the little hints of red in his curls caught the flickering candlelight all around them, like a halo of fire. His skin almost glowed in the low light, incandescent and begging for Steve’s hands, his mouth, his every ounce of adoration. Steve reached out with trembling fingertips, in awe at how the scars that once mottled every inch of Eddie’s stomach and chest were nearly gone now.

Eddie watched Steve’s face with worried eyes, like there was anything at all about Eddie’s body that Steve wouldn’t be enamored with.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked softly.

“Just worried it’s gonna freak you out,” Eddie bit his lip, then glanced very pointedly at Steve’s own, much more prominent bite scars.

“Eds, you’re beautiful,” Steve breathed out. He was determined to prove it, too, especially after Eddie hid his face behind his hands. Desperate for a little friction and for Eddie's eyes on him again, Steve ground his hips down into Eddie's in a languid thrust. It had the intended effect, as Eddie dropped his hand and groaned, then watched as Steve did it again. Feeling the press of Eddie's hard-on against his own was wildly tempting, but Steve promised to go slow—wanted to, even.

So Steve savored the feeling of riling Eddie up beneath him, pressing sloppy kisses along Eddie’s neck, his collarbones, his chest, and moving lower as Steve left a series of bite marks all over his abdomen. Steve took his time, moving as deliberately as he could drag his teeth, his lips, his tongue along the planes of Eddie’s body.

“Stevie,” Eddie whimpered his name as he slid a hand up Eddie’s thigh and unfastened his jeans. The sound left Steve near ready to explode.

“Hmm?” he hummed against Eddie’s skin without stopping his work sucking on Eddie’s nipple.

Eddie threaded his hand into Steve’s hair and gave it a tug until Steve drew away and looked up at him. His eyes were so black they reflected the candlelight around them like they were trapped in an inferno.

Steve was ready to jump in and burn alive as long as Eddie kept looking at him like that.

“My turn,” Eddie said, then he effortlessly maneuvered their positions until Steve was the one on his back. Eddie quirked an eyebrow at him as he rested his fingertips against the button of Steve’s pants.

“Please,” Steve nodded, somehow sounding wrecked already. Eddie’s breath hitched as he undid the zipper, then slid Steve’s pants and boxers off in one go. Steve was already hard as a rock, his dick straining upwards until it rested against his stomach and begging for Eddie’s attention.

Eddie didn’t disappoint, taking in Steve’s naked body on display with an obvious and ferocious hunger on his face.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Eddie murmured, before he leaned down and started returning the favor of leaving a trail of unhurried, lazy kisses across Steve’s chest.

Steve nearly stopped breathing when Eddie popped his fangs out and scraped them across Steve’s pecs and down, leaving the barest of scratches across Steve’s abs. The sting of it was sinful, too much and not enough all at once. Instead of putting his mouth where Steve wanted it—needed it—the most, though, Eddie changed direction moved back up Steve’s body, unhurriedly soothing over the marks with his tongue.

“Do you have lube?” Eddie asked eventually, unabashed in his hunger now.

“In my room,” Steve half-whined, knowing he didn’t have it in him to go get it, but desperately wanting whatever Eddie had in mind.

Eddie didn’t seem to have any hesitance about retrieving it himself. He raised an eyebrow as he sat back on his heels, like he was waiting for Steve to elaborate.

“Left bedside table. Top drawer,” Steve said, feeling a shiver as the cool air prickled at his skin now that Eddie wasn’t draped all over him.

“Don’t move, Stevie,” Eddie instructed, and Steve didn’t dream of doing anything but listening. Eddie was gone in a flash, leaving Steve’s cock desperate and weeping against his stomach. He fisted his hands into the blanket on either side of him and took a few deep breaths to try and steady himself while he waited.

It didn’t take long, of course. In less than a minute, Eddie reappeared in the living room and hovered over Steve, looking windswept and disheveled with his pants halfway undone, and his chest absolutely littered with marks that Steve had left behind.

Eddie drank in the sight of Steve laid out on the floor for him, not having moved an inch, and bit his lip. “Goddamn, you look pretty.”

“You too,” Steve sounded shaky still, but he managed a wink. “Now get back down here, Eds.”

Eddie didn’t hesitate to slide right back into place between Steve’s legs, sitting back on his heels with the newly procured bottle of lube in hand. He set it aside for a moment, then hooked both hands behind Steve’s knees and pulled Steve closer, bending his legs until his feet were planted flat on the floor on either side of Eddie’s thighs. The position just made it easier for Eddie to spread him open wide.

“You wanna feel my fingers in you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked as he stroked the underside of Steve’s thigh. If Steve’s dick twitched just from the suggestion, actually getting to feel it might completely do him in.

“Mmm, yes,” Steve answered, maybe too quickly, but he was too turned on to be embarrassed.

Eddie bit down on a smirk, just barely pinching the underside of Steve’s thigh and then slowly dancing his fingers towards the curve of Steve’s ass. “Yes, what—”

“Please,” Steve choked out before Eddie even finished asking. The barest of touches on his skin weren’t enough anymore. Steve needed more.

“Love it when you say please,” Eddie murmured as he reached for the bottle of lube again and uncapped it. He kept his eyes on Steve’s face as he carefully slicked his fingers. Steve laid back and tried to relax, cock throbbing in anticipation and completely entranced as he watched every move Eddie made. Just the feel of Eddie’s hand slipping between Steve’s legs alone, then the cool slide of the lube Eddie poured over his overheated skin, had Steve writhing with want, and left the bite marks on his neck pulsing in time with his aching heart.

The first press of Eddie’s finger against his hole made Steve’s entire body jerk, and Eddie gently shushed him and pressed a kiss to the inside of his knee. He never moved away, just waited for Steve to relax again before finally pushing inside. Steve hummed at the pleasure, immediately pushing further down onto Eddie’s hand at the sensation and already wanting more.

Steve was so keyed up already he thought he was desperately close to begging for it.

Eddie didn’t make him, though—at least not much. “Already want more?”

“Please,” Steve bit out, staring up at the way the shadows danced across the ceiling from the flickering candlelight as he tried to catch his breath.

“Look at me, Stevie,” Eddie said, not moving another inch before Steve’s eyes landed back on his. “Good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

Steve bit his lip hard, barely repressing an absolutely wrecked sound at the reverence in Eddie’s voice. Then he pushed a second finger in, stretching Steve so deliciously that Steve couldn’t hold back the wild moan it pulled out of him. Steve clutched the blanket again, reveling in the burn and the realization that that Eddie’s fingers were bigger than his own. Steve already felt so much fuller than all the times he’d worked himself open alone in his bedroom, imagining a scenario just like this.

The real thing was so much better.

Eddie gave him a moment to adjust before he dragged his fingers almost all the way out of Steve in a torturously slow pace, before thrusting them back in and scissoring them open. Steve whined and rocked into it, over and over, chasing a high he couldn’t really catch until Eddie crooked his fingers just so and found Steve’s prostate.

“Fuck,” Steve hissed as a shudder came down over him in waves. He watched as a dark, satisfied smile worked its way across Eddie’s features. Another little thrill ran through Steve as he watched the firelight glint across Eddie’s fangs, accentuating Steve’s blood that still lingered on his lips.

Eddie kept stroking Steve’s prostate, but shifted his body forward just enough so that he could dip his head between Steve’s legs again. He trailed kisses along Steve’s thighs, watching them shake as he moved his mouth further towards Steve’s cock.

Eddie paused again just as he reached the line of where Steve’s hip met his thigh, then looked up to Steve in question as he ran his tongue along his teeth. “Can I taste you again, sweetheart?”

Steve wondered if Eddie was trying to see exactly what he had to do to make Steve come apart without ever laying hands on his dick, but he didn’t hesitate to nod his head. “Fuck, yes, Eds.”

Eddie licked his lips before he bit down on the sensitive, tender skin of Steve’s inner thigh. The sting of Eddie’s bite combined with the absolute rapture of Eddie’s fingers still moving inside of him, and the heady feel of Eddie sucking as he fed had Steve’s eyes rolling back in his head. The keening sound he let out was near a scream as he grabbed onto Eddie’s hair in as tight a grip as he dared, and held Eddie’s mouth flush to his leg. Eddie hummed against him, then bent his fingers again until Steve saw stars.

“Eddie, shit—that’s so, so good,” Steve babbled. “God, fuck, I—”

Too soon, Eddie withdrew his teeth and Steve felt the hot trickle of blood make its way down his leg. Eddie lapped it up with ease, not stopping the path he licked up the inside of Steve’s thigh until he finally reached Steve’s aching cock.

He hesitated for the barest of seconds, teasing Steve just long enough for Steve to cry out in frustration. Then Eddie flattened his tongue right along the underside of Steve’s shaft, and sucked the tip into his mouth without stopping for breath. Eddie wrapped his free hand around the base, bobbing his head as he hollowed out his cheeks. Steve clenched around Eddie’s fingers as he watched, as mesmerized by the sight of Eddie swallowing him down as the feel of it.

The pink swell of Eddie’s lips, slicked with some ungodly combination of Steve’s blood and sweat and precum might’ve been enough to send Steve over the edge, honestly. But then Eddie kept on sucking Steve off like he was fucking born to do it, and Steve knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with Eddie’s hot, wet mouth enveloping him so fully, not with the constant slide of Eddie’s deft fingers inside of him, not with the dull thud of Steve’s blood already rushing in his ears as a tight knot of pleasure started to form in his gut.

Steve didn’t know how long he managed to hold on, to sink into the sizzling ache that threatened to consume him whole while a string of nonsense flew out of his mouth, but eventually his hips stuttered and he could barely hold it back.

“Fuck, Eds, I’m gonna—” was all the warning that managed to claw its way out of his ragged throat. Eddie groaned around his cock, and that was more than enough. Steve came with a broken scream, his back arching up as he felt Eddie’s throat and tongue work to swallow down every drop of cum that Steve gave him. It was carnal, the way Steve’s blood buzzed in his veins, the way he could barely breathe as Eddie kept working his fingers inside of him. Steve clenched around them again, almost overwhelmed with it as he rode out the most consuming orgasm he’d ever had.

Eddie released Steve’s cock from his mouth, but gave it another couple of pumps with his fist that left Steve squirming. The whole time, he didn’t stop milking Steve’s prostate, watching him with eyes so satiated they were nearly red. Red from Steve’s blood and absolute bliss.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed, drawing another shudder racing down the column of Steve’s spine and pushing his fingers in further. Every inch of Steve’s body was sparking until it almost hurt, and Steve was right back to begging.

“Please, Eds, let me touch you,” he whimpered, staring Eddie down as he did. Eddie bit his lip, like he wanted more from him, knowing Steve was absolute putty in his hands. “I’ll use my mouth, my hands, anything, please, Eddie, just—shit I need to—let me make you feel good—”

Steve’s whole body convulsed again, and Eddie finally relented, sliding his fingers out of Steve’s hole in a slow crawl. Steve whined at the loss, but also felt like he could finally catch his breath.

He realized he was already half-hard again.

“So good for me,” Eddie hummed. He moved to lay beside Steve on the floor, then gently stroked Steve’s chest, his neck, and finally his face. “You okay?”

“Will be if you let me return the favor,” Steve groaned, then ran a shaky hand up the outside of Eddie’s thigh.

“We can take a break—” Eddie tried.

“Uh-uh,” Steve cut him off with a shake of his head. “Wanna taste you, too.”

Eddie dropped his head back and laughed, sounding a little delirious as he exposed the column of his throat. Steve couldn’t resist, he reached out and just barely brushed the pad of his thumb down the side of Eddie’s neck and watched him shiver in response.

Faster than the lightning still streaking across the sky outside, Eddie caught Steve’s wrist in a firm grip and pulled Steve’s hand away from his neck. Then he drew it in towards his lips and kissed Steve’s palm.

“That mouth is gonna kill me, sweetheart,” he whispered. The admission sent a jolt through Steve that made him want to give as good as he got.

“Pretty sure I’m the one who’s naked and covered in bites,” Steve remarked as he rolled his weight on top of Eddie.

“You did a pretty good job on—” Eddie’s speech stuttered when Steve slipped a hand down to the bulge in Eddie’s pants and squeezed, “—me already. Jesus, Stevie.”

Steve merely smiled at Eddie before sliding down the front of his body, then sitting back on his heels between Eddie’s legs. Eddie bit his lip and watched as Steve finally got his jeans off, finding a delicious wet spot waiting for him at the front of Eddie’s underwear. Steve licked his lips before he moved to take them off, too.

“Wait,” Eddie stopped him in a rush, and Steve didn’t bother to suppress his pout as Eddie pulled away from him again. But then he crawled onto his knees and shuffled towards Steve until they were chest to chest, and leaned forward to briefly kiss the frown right off of Steve’s face. Eddie looked Steve right in the eye and murmured, “I wanna be able to look down and see you on your knees, yeah?”

Steve could only manage a gulp and a nod as Eddie moved to stand in front of him. He looked up at Eddie through his eyelashes, then slowly dragged Eddie’s boxers down his thighs.

Steve would’ve liked to pretend he was suave enough to pause in the face of Eddie’s erection just to tease him, but in reality Steve just needed a minute to marvel at how perfect it was—long and thick and flushed so pink that it was the most color Steve had seen on Eddie’s skin in months.

The fact that his own blood helped make that happen was not lost on Steve for a minute. He couldn’t help it, he licked his lips again. Then Steve leaned in nosed along the veiny underside of Eddie’s cock, intently watching Eddie’s face as he grabbed on and spit on the tip. Eddie groaned from that alone, and Steve could see the shallow rise and fall of Eddie’s chest with each stilted breath he sucked in. It only got better as Steve started to pump his fist around Eddie’s dick, spreading the slick around in earnest before he finally dove in for what he really wanted.

Steve already knew he loved giving head, even if he hadn’t ever done it for another man before. He loved making people feel good with his mouth alone, to be able to taste the reaction he could draw out of them just as much as he could see or hear it. But he wasn’t prepared for how good it would make him feel to suck Eddie into his mouth for the first time. It felt filthy yet divine, like Steve was ascending with each whimper he managed to pull out of the vampire he was currently on his knees for.

Steve moaned around the salty heat on his tongue, practically melting from the slick velvet weight of Eddie’s cock filling his mouth. He swallowed down as much as he could in one go, feeling Eddie’s tip press against the back of his throat until his eyes watered and Eddie fisted a handful of Steve’s hair between his fingers with a whine.

“Goddamnit,” Eddie whined, his eyes flying wide open to stare down at Steve again. His stance faltered, and Steve placed a steadying hand on the curve of Eddie’s ass. “Your mouth was made for my dick, wasn’t it, Stevie?”

Steve pulled back and freed his mouth to reply, smirking up at Eddie as a trail of spit and precum crested from Eddie’s slit right to his lips.

“I was thinking the same about you, before,” Steve admitted.

Eddie laughed again, another strangled yelp of a sound that let Steve know just how affected he was by Steve’s mouth. “Dirty minds think alike, I guess.”

“Mmm,” Steve hummed in agreement, then looked back towards where they’d abandoned the bottle of lube on the floor. “You want my fingers, too, Eds?”

Eddie groaned and bit his lip, like he was nothing but tempted by the offer. Still, he shook his head no.

“I don’t—” Eddie sucked in a breath, then continued. “Not yet, okay? I’m scared I’ll lose control, and I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Steve thought to argue, to insist that he trusted that Eddie would never do anything to hurt him, but he wasn’t going to push Eddie past what he was comfortable with. Eddie knew his own body, and all Steve wanted was to give him whatever he wanted.

So Steve nodded along, happy to follow Eddie’s lead, before lapping at the slit of Eddie’s cock with his tongue again.

“Steve,” Eddie moaned, tossing his head back and making the most beautiful, ragged sounds Steve had ever heard as he sucked him into his mouth again. Eddie’s grip on Steve’s hair tightened further when Steve cupped Eddie’s balls, then tenderly pressed a finger back and against his taint in delicate strokes. “Fuck, baby, ‘m not gonna last if you keep that up.”

That’s the point. Steve didn’t bother to say it, but he thought the way he hummed as he kept stroking his fingers might’ve gotten the sentiment across. Eddie groaned again and let his his hips stutter forward in a half thrust that left Steve gagging.

He pulled off of Eddie again on instinct, but smoothly transitioned to jerking him off instead. Desperately aware of the resurgence of his own erection, as well, Steve moved his free hand off of Eddie’s hip and started pumping his own cock with it. Eddie grappled on to Steve’s shoulder and keened as he watched.

“Come on, baby,” Steve encouraged, blinking up at Eddie and desperate to see him come apart. “You taste so fucking good, all full of my blood. Please come on my tongue.”

Steve opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out, and that was all it took. Eddie came with a feral cry, painting Steve’s tongue, chin, and chest with thick ropes of cum. Steve lapped up every drop he could until his own orgasm hit, then he fell forward until his face rested against Eddie’s hip as he rode it out. Still panting above him, Eddie stroked Steve’s hair through it, massaging Steve’s scalp as he all but doubled over and tried to catch his own breath.

Steve didn’t know how long they stayed like that, clutching each other and covered in the mess they’d made of one another. Eventually Eddie’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor beside Steve with a weak laugh.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie breathed, taking in the cum leftover on Steve’s face. “Look at you, beautiful.”

Steve smiled, lopsided and feeling completely ruined as Eddie dragged a blanket over and started to wipe Steve’s face with it. He distantly thought about how he was probably gonna have to scrub the carpets, too, but he felt too boneless to care.

Once Eddie had cleaned him up a little bit, he pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s forehead. “Stay here, sweetheart.”

Once again, Steve couldn’t fathom doing anything but flopping back onto the floor in a heap until Eddie returned a few seconds later with a glass of water. He helped Steve sit up and wrapped Steve up in one of the clean blankets before he made him sip on it.

“You doing okay there, Stevie?” Eddie asked once Steve had drunk enough for his liking. Steve nodded, but that didn’t seem to satisfy Eddie’s question. “You still thirsty? Hungry?”

Steve thought it was sweet, and probably even necessary, considering how much of his blood Eddie must have had. But Steve didn’t feel an ounce of distress in his body, only contented and a little bit sleepy.

“Only thing I need is you and me in my bed,” Steve admitted around a yawn. Eddie laughed, sounding unbearably fond about it. Then before Steve even knew what was happening, Eddie whisked Steve into his arms and up the stairs to Steve’s bedroom. It made Steve feel a little bit dizzy and definitely more alert, but the soft cradle of his pillows and cool sheets beneath him softened the blow. “Don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to that.”

Eddie just smiled down at him before crawling into bed beside him. Then Eddie pulled Steve into his arms again before starting to shower soft kisses across Steve’s face.

“Ask me again,” Steve said, feeling like his whole body was aglow with how happy he felt. It took Eddie a second to catch on to what he meant, but then he complied easily.

“You doing okay?” he asked softly.

“Never better,” Steve sighed, meaning it fully. Especially once Eddie started massaging his neck again. “You?”

“I’m fucking perfect,” Eddie hummed, then dragged his lips against Steve’s in a brief, chaste kiss. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Steve smiled again in response, completely serene and satiated. He thought maybe he could stay there in bed, folded up in Eddie’s arms and listening to the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows forever. He nuzzled further into Eddie’s neck, thinking he might let himself drift off to sleep now, before a silly thought occurred to him.

“And you thought you were all talk,” Steve mumbled before laughing at himself. He felt Eddie’s responding chuckle as much as he heard it.

“I dunno, Stevie,” Eddie whispered, a dreamy smile in his voice. “You must bring it out in me.”

Part seven!

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How did roleswap citrus meet each other? 0: also how are some of their conflicts reversed? if this is stuff you can share lol :)

HI ok so im still working out a lot of this au in my brain bc i am kind of bad at aus so sorry if some of this seems kind of bad or makes no sense….. This is also gonna be a long one and answer a lot more than just ur question so sorry. But i need to infodump it somewhere </3 ill put it under a break bc this is a LONG One sorry

So for morro ive talked abt how i think hes a robot who was built to fulfill the green ninja prophecy and his is his sole purpose/directive. To defeat the dark lord. Kind of how zane/echo are ‘built to protect’ and live by that (or try to lol). So morro is created a long time before the ninja come together and he seeks out wu in order to figure out how to get to Garmadon. Because his purpose is to defeat garmadon. And wu is like.(who the fuck is this guy) and basically takes him in under the impression that. Maybe he could actually be the green ninja? And even though wu realizes its definitely not morro he does keep trying to train him bc he doesnt want morro to go off on his own to try and find garmadon. But eventually he has to come clean and morro is annoyed bc he thinks wu has put everyone in danger by stalling the prophecy (he obviously doesnt believe it when wu tells him hes not the green ninja because he *is*!) and he tries to leave as wu predicted, but wu doesnt let him and instead shuts him off for his own protection. Morro gets to live in the monastery basement for awhile and wu always thinks abt powering him back on but doesnt bc hes like. This guy is going to try and do stupid shit (hes right). So he just stays in the basement until obv the ninja arrive and the shows events happen as normal but the monastery gets burned down and in the rush to get out and the move to the bounty, wu forgets abt morro being there… and when he does remember hes there, he ultimately decides its probably for the best if he isnt powered on again bc there IS a green ninja now and he doesnt know what morro would do if he met lloyd. And doesnt want lloyd to get hurt. So cue skybound when nya and jay are on the run from nadakhan, instead of going to the lighthouse they instead go to the ruins of the monastery because jay remembers wu had this cryptic ass basement he would never let the ninja go into, and jay thinks maybe theres some kind of crazy secret weapon in there or something that can stop nadakhan. Instead they find morro, and they power him on. And hes like. Oh! Youre the other ninja from the prophecy. and agrees to help them although hes a little confused on whats going on bc hes like shouldnt we be fighting garmadon… but he joins the substitute ninja in the fight against nadakhan.

Echo was Dr. Julien’s original son who was alive and like. A #real boy. I think maybe dr. julien wife(??) died in childbirth and echo was born very sickly so dr. julien sought out a magical way to heal him. I think this is probably how he got involved with the skeletons in the first place bc them seeking him out always felt random to me i feel like they should have some history mb. So maybe like samukai or another skeleton was like oh i totally know a spell that will make your son healthy and normal. And dr julien was like . Hm. but kind of desperate so he went with it and of course it did make his son healthy and normal. Except the price of the spell is that it curses the soul of the person its used on. So echo lived normally with his father for many years until he was outside late collecting firewood one evening and was attacked by treehorns (this was before dr. julien built the guard robot) and A) discovered he had the ability to control the wind which was cool. Except he didnt know how to use it and just kind of fucked up badly and got lost in the woods while trying to run from the treehorns. And B) was still injured in the fight and now Also Lost and basically died trying to get home from both injuries + hypothermia. Rip bozo!. And of course dr. julien was devastated and like pinocchio-core i guess decided to build a new son and that is the Current Zane. he is a copy but he was never told about that of course bc dr julien didnt want to think abt the son he lost. But yea echos soul was cursed and he went to the cursed realm which um. Hardened him so to speak. He learned he was cursed because of his father and it pissed him off a little bit but only mildly. But i think the cursed realm is like hell or whatevr so the ghosts go through bullshit all the time bc like. Theyre the souls of the damned or whatever right. So by time echo manages to get out hes become apart of the pre eminents ranks and her plans and what not and hes like sure whatever. I want revenge on my dad for cursing me (<-- guy who has gone through the ringer) but he gets out at the end of s4 and discovers. Oh. my dad didnt just curse me. When i died he replaced me with a stupid machine! Ok! And he possesses zane and also does pre eminent plan and etc….average s5 stuff i think. Idk im not the best at rewriting seasons if anyone has any ideas for this let me know.

I think at the end of s5 echo doesnt get his shit rocked because i like him. And i think it would be nice if he could get along with zane a little. So maybe he stays as a ghost and maybe nya or borg or whoever builds him a robot body he can possess and use instead of being a ghost all the time:) and he doesnt necessarily join the team bc hes not . a ninja nor does he want to be but hes still the master of wind so hes a useful ally to the ninja and helps them out with bigger threats. LIKE. the sons of garmadon. Transition…. (PS. i also think that echo and morro would meet in skybound bc echo would also be on the substitute ninja team but this would be undone by jay. Of course)

So. the SoG go to the ruined monastery at some point or other to try and find some dirt on the ninja and also just to find old wu scrolls or whatever they can scrounge up. And What they DO scrounge up is this fuckass robot whos been here for however long bc. Obviously skybound didnt happen! And jay and nya never went back for morro bc they were like. Umm he was weird and also would probably try to kill lloyd if he met him maybe. And also like lets be real they just wanted to ignore this shit ever happened why else would they leave echo in canon lol. So the SoG find Morro and power him on and hes like ummm. Hey. its me. The green ninja. Who are you. And harumis like…??? Are you sane or what. But she sees an opportunity here. Bc this robot solely wants to fight garmadon. And shes like. Ok. well we’re gonna get garmadon here. If you help us you can fight him. This is your destiny. And hes like damn ok sure sounds good to me! (nobody is gonna tell him that the destiny already happened and theres Another Guy who is the green ninja btw). So morro joins the SoG idk what his name should be. Mr. M is fucking stupid sorry. If anyone has any ideas for morro biker name lmk. But hes there or whatever and then when lloyd goes undercover in the SoG and snake jaguar fight a la mutt malamute style. Morro and lloyd fight and morro reveals his identity to lloyd as the green ninja (he thinks hes very cool) and lloyd is like. What. lmfao. And is like. Youre not the green ninja …? I am…? And they get into a fight abt it and morro beats up lloyd bc hes annoyed at all the lies this guy is saying to him about how his destinys already been fulfilled and wu lied and etc etc. lloyd loses the fight rip bozo.

I am a wojira duo fan and i think that persists here except its echo and nya instead so im gonna talk abt that. I think theyre friends. So i think nya would confide in echo about the events of skybound and so i think echo remembers what happened (in my mind skybound is like. Everyone can remember it but they have to be reminded what happened for it to be recalled? Bc splinter implies lloyd and clancee have vague impressions of it in their minds. Idk its interesting). So he remembers morro and when lloyd is like yea some fuckass robot is saying hes the green ninja jay nya and echo all collectively just kind of look at each other about it. Like thats OUR fuckass robot saying hes the green ninja. And because i am not limited by pacing i can do whatever i want and have jaya tell the team abt skybound finally (things that shouldve happened in s8 originally lol) and theyre all like. Oh. what girl. And jay insists that if they can get to morro and tell him what happened in the lost timeline he will remember it and join them bc hes a good person at heart. (probably). So the next time they encounter him would actually be when pixal finds the SoG in ‘the quiet one’ so i think. Echo and her went together to go stall them since echo can also just fly over w the mech using powers lol. So they find killow morro uv and echo and morro fight 1v1 . yuri btw. And echo reminds him of what happened and morros like. Hm. I do remember this. But i need to help the SoG so i can defeat garmadon and prove im the green ninja. So fuck off? But i think obv when the SoG DO revive garmadon morro immediately tries to fight him and gets his ass kicked……I dont think he gets destroyed but i do think he gets fucked up enough (the ninja probably fix him) that he realizes lloyd wasnt lying and that he isnt supposed to be the one to fight garmadon. Like theyve all been saying. Which kind of fucks him up a bit bc like. Thats literally his sole purpose and wtf is he existing for if he cant even do that. Youve given the perfectly good robot anxiety oh no. but also i could probably talk abt this for another like 4 paragraphs i need to put an end here bc this is already like 3 pages on google docs…….Sorry you did not ask for all this. But i needed to explain the context

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