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may we get three twirly spinny foxes please ? 🥺

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'Warm All Night'

🦊Request: 4. I actually want to see rio sleeping outside for once, would be fun and ags would just tease her by saying "oh, don't worry rio, i will keep our baby warm all night"🦊

SORRY FOX I FORGOT TO FINISH IT! HERE IT IS <3 I only have one fox request left!

Warning: Daddy Mommy Kink / Fluff / Tension / Hurt /Comfort / Domestic Fluff / Triad Polyamory / Therapist Rio / Psych Agatha / Reader Trains Service Dogs / Arguements / Backstory / No Magic AU / Smoking Cigarettes / Drinking / Campfires / Wanted to go camping but I can't lol so they will!

4. I actually want to see rio sleeping outside for once, would be fun and ags would just tease her by saying "oh, don't worry rio, i will keep our baby warm all night"

You and Rio loved camping every summer. Agatha pretended not to like it but something about seeing you and Rio skinny dipping always cheered her up.

But Agatha demanded you at least rent a cabin. So that is how this whole mess started.

It was Thursday and all of you had taken Friday and Monday off to go to this gorgeous cabin. You were excited as Agatha drove your old pickup truck. The bed was full to the max of stuff you probably didn’t need. Rio had cracked open another Arizona mango tea. She had a map pulled open as she told Agatha which back roads to go down. There was zero service where you were. Which you knew was Rio’s preference. No electronics, no checking on work emails. 

You had appointed yourself as DJ because one time you got your partners lost in Yellowstone, and now you never got the chance to give directions ever again. And Agatha got car sick way too easily so she drove the majority of the long car trips, which always made Rio antsy to get out and walk around. 

You opened the music that you’d spent hours downloading last night instead of packing. Your sunglasses pulled over your forehead as you picked another tune. Agatha and Rio rolled down the windows a few miles back to smell how delicious the air was. 

No smog here. 

It felt cleaner now, as you sped down gravel roads. The tree’s getting taller and taller as you got closer to the cabin. 

You put on Caamp ‘ All the Debts I Owe.’ And you sang the lyrics obnoxiously loud and threw the dial all the way up so that the sound system vibrated the bench seat. 

“Honey, honey, get the kids in the car now

Put the cash in the trunk, get the keys, let's go

Hit the biggest bank in Chicago

For all it had, we're thieves you know

Remember the thing that I told ya'

Three years, two moons ago?

I promise I’ll be right behind you

But you’re gonna die if you don’t hit the road”

You kiss Agatha’s cheek, and she smiles as the wind whips her hair. Rio puts her arm out across the back of the bench, and you place your warm palm against the inside of her thigh and she instinctively grins happily at the contact. 

Keep your lights down, keep your voice down low

Wear your hair down, whichever way you go

And I’ll meet you in Idaho

Three kids in the back of a Caddy

She said, "Come here and kiss your wife"

And I know you’re real mad at me

But you’re on your way to some kind of life

Daniel, John, and Abby

Promise me you’ll treat your mother nice

Keep your lights down, keep your voice down low

You sing along too loudly, and the car slows eventually as Agatha knows the turn into the dirt driveway to the cabin. She turns off the engine, and you and Rio are out of the truck so fast. She doesn’t have time to yell at either of you. 

You throw your old David Bowie T-shirt at your wife and Rio barely avoids getting hit with it as she takes off her tank top and throws it at you to slow you down.

 You two have an ongoing tradition that the first to get into the water doesn’t have to do dishes the whole weekend. Agatha has tried to stop you two from doing this, but no such luck. 

You grab Rio around the waist, and she yells at you, but you pull her back, and you don’t take your red vans off as you dive off the dock and into the water. 

You let your body be unguled by the ice cold water. You hear the water splash under the lake, but you were still surprised when Rio’s hands find your hips and she guided you up to the surface.

You wrapped your legs around her and you both broke the water above cuddling her hands found your thighs and held onto you. 

“You little cheat!” Rio spits out lake water and pushes one hand to smooth her hair. 

“You are always such a sore loser!” You tease, and Rio grabs your chin and pulls you in for a wet kiss. Her lips are wet but you push your body into hers so you can kiss her even closer. 

Rio bites your bottom lip and you moan and she dunks your face under the water while you are distracted. You pop back up and spit out water. 

“That is me being a sore loser! You wanna see a sore loser!” Rio teased but you splashed her while you started to swim away from your wife. “Hey! Where do you think you are going, Ariel? Come back here and kiss me! I’ll be your pretty Prince Eric! Oh my god you swim fast, what are you part fish? I married a mermaid! Or are you a Selkie? DON’T IGNORE ME!” Rio tried to swim after you but you were faster. And she was talking too much.  

Grabbing the edge of the old dock, you easily hoisted your wet, dripping body onto the old wood. Your vans made a squishy noise as you put wait on them once more. Water pouring out of your poor shoes. 

Agatha sauntered overpulling her sunglasses up to her hair, and threw a towel at you. You caught it and wrapped it around your shoulders. 

“I will not be unpacking the truck alone, get your tight ass OUT OF THE WATER RIO HARKNESS!”  Agatha yells at the one wife still trying to swim to the dock. 

You ignored your wives walking up to the doc with your wet vans until you get to the truck. You find a large, dark green duffle bag with all three of your clothes, and you pull out a sweatshirt from a greenhouse Rio worked in when she was twenty-two. You take off your wet bra. Throwing it across the inside dash to dry. No one is around for miles, so you can be naked and no one but your wives is gonna see it. Your nipples harden from the cold water, and you put the tie-dye green house sweatshirt on. 

Kicking your shoes off and throwing them on your truck rooftop. You grab the two biggest duffels and start to unload the truck. Opening the old cabin door and throwing the stuff down. You heard Rio and Agatha outside flirting and bickering, which was the same thing for them. 

You came back out, and Rio eyed you like you had hurt her sense of self. 

“You are on my shit list pretty lady.”

“Oh no, what’ll I do. You are so scary.” You tease, and Rio is gawking in offense at you. Agatha just rolls her eyes and shoves three brown bags of groceries into Rio’s wet arms. 

“You know you could have brought me a towel too,” Rio complains at Aggie who just takes the cooler with the ice and starts to walk towards the cabin. You find your phone and the small JBL speaker that you’d stolen from Rio. Turning your tunes back on, you finished bringing it all in. 

Aggie was sorting the dry food into the pantry, and all the cold stuff was in the fridge. Rio found the big bag of charcoal and started up the grill. You made the bed, putting your pillows and sheets on. It just felt better to have the smell of home. So you threw the summer quilt across the bed and then found the toiletry bag to locate a hair tie. You grabbed two onto your arm, and then went back into the kitchen.

Agatha put the tea kettle on, which was so on brand. She’d been here less than thirty minutes and needed tea. You located the ‘Southern Comfort’ and put it on the counter. Agatha saw it and took out three mugs, being together this long meant words weren’t needed. 

You opened the fridge to find one of the giant containers of ground beef and two portobello mushrooms. You took out a clean plate and formed the burgers, and salted the mushrooms. Agatha sliced the cheese and put it on the side of the plate you were working on. Aggie leaned across the small space to kiss your cheek. Your lips curled at the corners in pleasure at her touch, then you turned and walked out to your cranky wife. 

Rio, howeve,r was a lot less cranky when you walked out. She’d stolen the speaker back. And she was playing your playlist, continuing the song from the drive. You always liked it when Rio and Agatha enjoyed your extremely thought out playlists. 

You wrapped your arms around Rio from behind, who put her hand over your arms. 

You released Rio and then pulled her wet hair back with the secon hair tie and put it in a messy bun on top of her hair. She thanked you in spanish and you squeezed her butt before going back inside to help Aggie. The song played through the screendoor now. 

‘Wear your hair down, whichever way you go

And I’ll meet you in Idaho

I know you’ll miss me, I’m barely fifty

Ain't comin' with me are all the debts I owe

You don’t have to kiss me, just bear with me

And I'll be back someday I hope

I know you’ll miss me, I’m barely fifty

Ain't comin' with me are all the debts I owe

You don’t have to kiss me, just bear with me

And I'll be back someday I hope

Oh, I hope

Oh, oh, oh, I hope’

You three work together to make dinner, and you eat on the picnic table on the back deck looking out onto the lake. 

You pass Rio her vegan ketchup, and Agatha pours you ice water to go with your hot toddy. Which was another tradition for camping. 

Rio reaches over to hand you the bread and butter pickles as you build your burger. 

“Rio, are you wearing the strap?” Agatha asks as she serves the salad onto Rio’s plate. 

Just as Rio is about to take a bite of her portobello she stops. She looks confused for a minute. 

“I thought you packed it?”

“Rio! I told you to pack it or wear it! You said ‘Yeah of course.’”

“No, no, you asked me to pack the straps to the truck! Like the bungee cords!”

“Rio Harkness, why would I tell you to pack it or WEAR IT, if it was bungee cords?” Agatha groaned in frustration, throwing her napkin at Rio’s face. 

The crumpled napkin hit Rio in the face as she panicked. 

You took a knife and cut your burger as the two tops freaked out over sex toys. You were so hungry you weren’t super worried about it right now. 

“It’s not a big deal! We don’t need sex toys! We got fingers and mouths!” Rio says, and Agatha grinds her jaw. 

“Sex toys, as in you didn’t pack any! As in you didn’t pack the rope or I don’t know, after care pack?” That was what Agatha was really upset about. 

Rio gulped now, and you turned to look at your wife. 

Now she was in real trouble. You three lived a pretty kinky life style. You had specific aftercare things. It was one of Aggie’s rules that no kink scene could take place without proper aftercare. You loved it about your wife.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t get spanked in a bathroom in Ross for being a brat. Because that still happened a lot… 

But no care kit meant no kinky scenes….

Rio knew in this moment, that she’d fucked up. 

“I thought you we-” She scrambles for help. 

“No! We made a list! You read the list you were in charge of after care packs! You were in charge of sex toys! You were in charge of shampoo an-” Agatha realized in that moment that she didn’t have shampoo for this trick. 

“Can I start by throwing our younger wife under the bus by saying she was downloading music for hours? ” Rio tried for comedy and you shrieked with a mouth full of burger. 

“No, you cannot throw Bunny under because you were inept! Did you even read the list?” Agatha wasn’t a happy camper. 

“If I plead the fifth, can I maybe g-”

“You are so getting punished. And tomorrow you can drive three hours to the nearest town and buy us shampoo and conditioner. And I don’t know, fucking soap!” Agatha is peeved to say the least, but Rio is joking too much. And you know that she’s not taking this seriously, and that means it’ll only get worse. 

But you eat your burger. Part of being married to Agatha and Rio for the past ten years means you know when to join in and when to hang back. 

And you didn’t want or need to be in this fight. 

You three eat, and Agatha throws barbs at Rio every now and then, and Rio only makes it worse. 

Rio is stuck on dish duty as you go take a shower with no soap, just to get the lake water out of your hair a little. 

When you come back, Rio is in her boxers and baggy grey sleep shirt and she’s on the bed smoking a cigarette. 

Oh shit, this wasn’t good. 

“Forget it, I’m not doing it!” Agatha growled but didn’t look up from her book. 

Oh man, you wondered when this would come up. 

Rio always tried to get Agatha and you to go sleep in the tent the first night. She’d pack a tent and say just one night in the tent. 

Agatha did not sleep in tents.

Agatha was a tough mother fucker, she worked hard, she liked nice things. Agatha could tie you and suspend you in under five minutes. 

But Agatha liked bubble baths, soft plum colored cashmere sweaters, and a good cup of tea. You loved this about Aggie, you loved that after a long day of work you could crawl into Agatha’s lap in the study. Where she’d have a book and a steaming cupa. Where she’d play with your hair like you were her kitty curled up. Agatha was hard as nails to defend you and she’d proven time and time again that she was your protector.  

Rio on the other hand. 

Rio was just as smart and just as protective over you. But Rio was way more rough and tumble. Rio had grown up with a lot of brothers. Rio was way more likely to wear biker boots and a flannel. Rio listened to rock music and was obsessed with getting the slugs to leave your veggie garden alone.

Rio was thoughtful, keeping Agatha’s favorite flowers in the garden. 

Rio loved sex rough; she’d get this pent-up energy, and you two would end up wrestling. Somehow, it always ended with you naked, even if it didn’t start sexual.

Where Agatha liked to leave big bite marks, Rio liked to suck and give hickies. 

They were opposite sides of the same coin. 

Agatha was cool and calculated but had a slicing tone. Rio was loud and abrasive and spoke before she thought. 

The first time you ever went home to meet Rio’s family, they instantly loved you. Agatha would constantly get overstimulated, having grown up with a single mother who was cruel. 

Rio’s Abuela understood this, she loved Agatha and would often pull her off to the side away from the nine cousins and many brothers who tried to play with you and get you drunk. 

Rio and you always made sure Agatha didn’t get uncomfortable in these parties. Because they were a lot. But you could tell a lot about Rio from her large family.

Your home was the perfect mix of rainy sunday spent curled up on the sofa, talking. Rio and you had Friday horror movie nights, and Agatha rolled her eyes but spoke through the whole film. 

Agatha bought tickets to the Opera, and you had Thai food Wednesday dates. 

Rio was an early riser ,and you two went to endless greenhouses as Aggie slept in. 

They were opposites. 

Though Rio and Agatha had their own things too. 

You got out of work later than they did, which always bothered your wives. They texted you throughout the day, making sure you’d eaten the lunch Rio packed or drank the water bottle Agatha demanded you consume. 

Every night, you’d come home to see them playing Scrabble. Their weird thing. 

You don’t know why or how they’d started this.

But dirty words were double points, and on the fridge, they kept a scoreboard. Making wagers and sexual favors for whoever won. 

It was hilarious to come home to Rio shouting and Agatha sipping her wine in victory. Rio won too, but not as often. 

You’d come in to the smell of dinner waiting for you, they always waited no matter how late. 

And Rio was usually screaming at the top of her lungs. 

“YOUR FATHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR MOTHER SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES! YOU CUNT! THAT IS NOT A WORD! AND IT’S NOT ON A DOUBLE POINT SPACE!” 

Agatha would cackle her witch's laugh, and you knew Rio had lost again.

They argued about philosophy and weather or not a therapy technicuqe was sound. They’d talk about their patients, never names of course,  but questions for each other. It was like they got a kick out of each other’s brains, and you would quietly watch the two of them. 

Like they played their own game, and you were the only one who understood the rules. 

There were things that drove you all insane that each of you did. Rio refused to drink out of a glass for milk and juice. She always forgot to remembered to write food you were out of on the grocery list. You hadn’t ever put your socks in the hamper and never remembered to bring your to-go mugs in from your truck. Agatha had never, not once, thrown her tea bag out in the trash.  Always leaving it in the mug in the sink. And she left more hair in the drain then a yeti.

But you had your rules, house rules; like everyone in bed by ten pm no matter what. This was a hard rule for you and Rio.

You had your intimacy rules, Rio would get really upset if you and Agatha watched a documentary without her. Even though she slept through documentaries.

 Neither of them liked it if you didn’t text them that you got to work safely. Or if you left them on read for more than thirty minutes in fact.

You hated it when Agatha got angry and raised her voice, so Aggie had learned to keep her tone lower even in arguments with you. Because she understood it was a trauma point for you. She yelled at Rio who grew up in yelling and didn’t mind though. This didn’t bother you. 

You had your kink rules, no one choked Agatha, not ever. Rio loved using knives on you but did not like being tied up with rope at all. You didn’t usually top but Rio switched back and forth every now and then. You didn’t like queer slurs used in bed, and disliked being blindfolded, stuff like that. 

Agatha was a licensed Psychiatrist. 

Rio was a licensed Adolescent and Family Therapist. 

You taught service dogs and worked with people with varying disabilities. 

Which is how you’d all met. You’d started the organization, and met them at a conference. You three spoke on a panel for mental health.

You didn’t know each other. But the more each of you spoke, the more turned on by how fucking smart each of you were you all got.

Rio would always claim she was first.

But at the hotel, which was comped, you were at the bar with one of your free drink tokens. You were looking at the list of cocktails. 

It was really Agatha who walked up first.

“You know, the martini is actually very good.” 

You looked up to see her, her hair no longer up tight, but gorgeous and long around her shoulders. Her lipstick not as dark a red as it was on the panel.

“Good to know, but I’m not big on olives.” You say conversationaly, always unaware of a gorgeous woman hitting on you. But Agatha wasn’t deterred, and she found you adorable. You both sat at a table as you decided on a drink. But her company was so distracting that you didn’t order. 

You both talked for about twelve minutes (yes, it matters) before Rio came over.

“What are you two beautiful women doing here at the bar?” She teased, and Agatha arched an eyebrow. Unsure of who Rio was flirting with, but never one to lose. Agatha had decided she liked you, and she wouldn’t be going back to  her hotel room alone. If things went how she wanted, you’d both be spending a lot more than a night together.  

“Where else would we be, Doc?” You teased, fingers still holding the menu and Rio’s face lit up, enjoying your game. 

“Well, most people are at the pool.” Rio sat down at your table.

“I work with service animals for a living, if I wanted to swim in urine I’d go back to the kennel. Besides I didn’t bring a bathing suit, and this doesn’t seem like the place for skinny dipping.” You said and both Agatha and Rio’s eyebrows raised. 

They liked you. 

“Kinky girl, and perhaps we can skinny dip later, I didn’t see any signs against it.” Rio flirts back easy and Agatha is both turned on and frustrated by the Therapist. 

“Well, right now she’s picking a drink.” Agatha states like she was ‘here first’ and she wasn’t sure what Rio was doing, but she wasn’t getting the signs. 

“Oh, what are you having?” Rio asked and you eyed the list. Unaware of Rio and Agatha looking at each other.  

“Haven’t made up my mind.” You say not realizing they weren’t talking about drinks right now. 

“Let me choose one for you,” Rio states, doesn’t ask, but she eyes Agatha. 

“No, I’m sure she’s going to try a martini. They’re very good, even without olives.” Agatha’s eyes turn stern and full of seduction at Rio. You lick your lips still looking down, still unaware. 

“No, you have to try the Mexican Muel, it’s got tequila. Nothing is as good as tequila. Especially if we move this party over to the pool.”

Agatha chuckles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Rio licks her top lip and Agatha’s eyes fall down to it. But they both turn to look at you, wondering if you feel how hot it’s gotten at your table. 

Their eyes fall to your neck and cleavage. You tilt your head to the side and they both trail their gaze down your throat to the small bit of lacey bra peaking out to play with them. 

Agatha is the first to snap out of her hunger to speak, realizing no one had in a minute. 

“Tequilia  may be fun, but it’s not good long term. And everyone regrets it in the morning. A martini has class. It’s made for more than a good time.” 

Rio laughs now and Agatha smirks like she’s winning. 

You look up now and realize finally that the conversation is flirtatious. You don’t know people, not like the doctors at your table. 

But you knew animals. 

Rio’s eyes were dilated, and it wasn’t the drink. And she kept licking her lips like she had a juicy bone. 

Where as Agatha’s voice had dropped a level, she had a flush at the base of her neck. And she was playing with the stem of her glass like it had an erogenous zone. 

You understood now. 

They were flirting, you realized you were a third wheel here. That was a bummer, seeing as they were both gorgeous. You would have killed to be a fly on the wall of their hotel room tonight.  

“You know, I think I’ll go order that drink. You two have fun.” You say with a knowing expression but Agatha and Rio both grab your arms gently. 

“Where are you going?” Agatha’s voice cracks in panic. 

“You don’t want to go swimming?” Rio says ontop of Agatha.

You were half standing up and you realized you’d misread this situation. Much like you always did with people who were flirting with you. 

You slowly sat back down and the waiter came over and both Agatha and Rio were looking at you expectantly. 

“Do you know what you’d like to drink?”

They waited for you to decide and you thought about it for a moment.

Go big or go home, you figured. 

“I have two free drink chips, can I cash them both in now?” You asked him, not looking at either women. 

“Of course, you want both now?”

“Yes, I want both.” You said and your life was never the same. 

As for your job. You’d always had a thing for dogs. And you had what the person who trained you a decade and a half ago called “Alpha temperament.” Which you’d always thought was a fucking joke.

But Rio said it made ‘perfect sense’. Because when you walked into a room full of dogs, you were calm and assertive. 

All eyes were on yo,u waiting for a command.

You’d joked while tipsy that it didn’t transfer to the bedroom once at dinner, and Agatha snorted. Before feeding you a piece of her pasta off her fork. You bit it and she told you very flirtatiously in front of work friends;

“I think your wives would disagree, you always have our attention in the bedroom.”

You didn’t consider yourself the alpha of much of anything in life.

Agatha and Rio were the ones who grabbed your arm that evening at the bar. 

But you were in these times, an emotional power bottom for sure.

You knew you could fix this fight in a matter of sentences. But you felt like you shouldn’t have to.

Rio was being stubborn and waiting for Agatha to go pitch a fucking tent. So she was punishing her by smoking inside.

Agatha was sitting on the wooden kitchen chair. Her glasses were on as she pretended to read. You knew for a fact she wasn’t reading, her eyebrows said it all.

She was being passive aggressive, which was very scary on Agatha. 

Rio had taken out a pack of cigarettes. And was smoking inside, two things Aggie hated.

Rio had argued for the rule to be made that while we were camping, she was allowed such luxuries. Agatha didn’t agree, thus the tension. 

You stepped into the main room of the cabin and sighed. 

Eyeing Aggie and turning to the right and looking at Rio. The two of them were in a power play standoff.

You groaned and went outside, letting the old door slam behind you.

This was supposed to be fun. This was a vacation. 

It was so hard to get your schedules to match up for this. You had to train someone for the past two weeks to take over your main admin duties. And you knew a mess waited for you.

You went to the truck to find a pile of wood, and you reached into the glove box for your favorite lighter. 

Going out towards the river that connected to the lake. You set out to build a campfire for yourself.

It didn’t take five minutes for Rio to come find you.

She carried a folded chair, a tent, and marshmallows.

She threw the tent down and you reached out for her. She unfolded the chair and handed you the marshmallows, but you shook your head.

Rios' eyebrows raise,d and she looked over her shoulder to see if Aggie was there. Before taking the half-burnt American Spirit out of her mouth and handing it to you.

You sucked in enjoying the burn and taste of nicotine.

“Mi corazón! You tryin to get me in more trouble? Aye!” Rio teased, but you glared at her now.

“What’s that? Why are you mad at me?”

You didn’t like that. You never picked sides when they argued. And Agatha and Rio were always the voice of reason if you were mad at one of them. No one played sides, only love was there at the end of the day. 

“You couldn’t just apologize to Aggie? You had to push her buttons and make our first night all fucked up? Come on Papi! You just had to say sorry, and you wouldn’t be fighting!”

“We aren’t fighting!” Rio commented like it wasn’t her fault at all. You were getting angry now. 

“Rio, if we aren’t fighting, then why are none of us naked and making love right now under the stars?” 

Which was the plan all along.

You ask, and Rio huffs a breath and reaches for the cig. She thinks about this. 

She pats the folded chair for you, you get up, walk over to it and plop down. Not thank ing her and not leaving her.

Rio throws her cigarette into the fire. Before turning and building the tent.

You know Rio better than that. 

She’s not ignoring you, she’s asking you to sit with her while she thinks. While she processes this. Rio was a fucking shrink, of course she made mistakes, but she was nothing if not able to find a healthy way to deal with something. She was a king at looking at the bigger picture. 

Aggie had a bit more OCD, but it was way manageable. It’s what made her a great Psychiatrist, she saw it like a detective. Like a person was a puzzle and finding the right chemicals to help them were her cases. Agatha wanted people to find stability and safety. 

But she was a bit of a control freak and the OCD tendencies every now and then stopped her in her tracks. 

A random weekday Rio had broken one of Agatha’s favorite mugs and she didn’t know how to do her mornings. She didn’t get angry or complain, but you both noticed she didn’t know how to do her routine. 

It took two mornings before you and Rio talked about it. 

Rio and you dug the mug out from the outside trash bucket, found out who made it, and express-shipped a new one.

 Agatha needed structure and routine, no matter how much she pretended she didn’t.

And loving Agatha and Rio wasn’t in the big things. Not the gifts, expensive dinners, and nice clothes. It wasn’t even in camping trips and road trip playlists.

It was in the broken mugs and the intimacy of shared silence. 

You three took the time to really understand what each other needed to feel safe and loved. 

So you gave her the intimacy of shared space and waited for Rio to process and think this through. ‘Why was Rio doing this?’ ‘Why did she feel the need to pick at Agatha?’ ‘Why hadn’t Agatha reached out to solve this problem either?’ ‘Were people's boundaries crossed?’ 

You knew that these were the things Rio asked to check in with herself.

And you knew Rio would come to a decision on the best next steps shortly.

You reached over to Rio’s ass jean pocket and pulled out the pack, lighting another one. As you watched, Rios' body bend and flex as she easily put up the tent. Even in the quickly dimming light.

Only Rio didn’t get the cool-down time. A resolution didn’t happen.

Agatha came out in a blind rage.

“The fuck is that?” Agatha snapped, and you looked at Rio, and she cringed. Oh! You realized you were smoking. This wouldn’t end well for your ass cheeks. 

“Um-“ you start, and Agatha grabs it from your fingers and throws it into the fire. Before she walks over to Rio and grabs the pack you put back, tossing it in as well.

“Well, that’s not good, see it’s got plastic-“ Rio starts always the environmentalist, and Agatha is practically blue with anger. She’s past red, past the veins popping out of her neck and forehead.

“SO BOTH OF MY WIVES WANT LUNG CANCER NOW?!” Agatha fumes, and you stand up.

This was power bottom time. 

But she turned to you and held up her finger.

“No!” She snapped, and you bit your lip and sat back down. Agatha turned to Rio once more. 

“Tell you what! You want to sleep in a tent so badly? Sounds great! You sleep in the tent, in the cold, by your fucking self! I’ll keep our baby warm tonight!  Inside, without you! While punishing her for smoking a cigarette that Daddy brought!” Agatha snarls, and Rio actually looks absolutely frightened. 

You reach for the marshmallow bag, but Agatha is faster. She grabs you by your ponytail and leads you back to the cabin.

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In the morning your ass is already deep purple from buises. And you wince and pull out from under Agatha’s body. Neither of you got much sleep, three in a bed was no longer a luxury but a necessity for sleep. 

You grimace at the cold floor but you pad over to the dufflebag and find a pair of Rio’s black loose boxers and Agatha’s dark heather crew neck. 

You don’t put shoes on as you pad outside to the tent. 

You try not to wake Rio up as you unzip the tent flap and you kneel onto the floor of the small canvas. 

But Rio’s awake and she’s got her arms behind her head to prop her up as she looks at you. 

“Morning Daddy.” You say and Rio gives you a sad smile. 

“Hey baby girl.”

“Did you get any sleep at all?”

“Nah, you?”

“An hour and a half. Pretty sure Agatha got less than that.”

“I was an idiot. I’m so sorry I ruined our first night of vacation. I should have apologized. Agatha was right, and I just..” Rio mused and then closed her eyes and breathed. 

You rolled onto your side on the floor and curled against her body. One of her arms immediately wrapped around your body. 

“Why did it upset you so much?” You asked the right question it seemed.

“You would have been a fantastic therapist.” Rio whispers in the early morning night. 

“Funny, Aggie always says I should have been a Psychatrist.”

“You are wicked smart, you could do either. You could do anything you want. We both believe that, anything you ever want, you can do. We believe in you, you know that right? There isn’t a thing we wouldn’t do for you.” Rio says and you turn and kiss her, used to her morning breath, marriage meant not caring. You missed her kisses last night. 

When you lean back you look into Rio’s eyes. 

“I know. But I’d hate dealing with people all the time. I like dogs, they tell you everything you need to know.” You say and Rio smirks, she liked watching you at work. You were in your element, it was clear to your wives that you were made for your line of work. 

“I think I got frustrated, I didn’t take my ADHD meds…and I didn’t want to tell either of you. So I was irritable and upset that I forgot our stuff. I could have been honest, but I was ashamed.” Rio admitted and you brushed the hair out of her eyes. 

“We love you, you don’t need to hide your mess ups. We love you no matter what, ok?” You tell her and Rio kisses your nose. 

“Let’s go make the apology breakfast of Aggies dreams.” Rio says and you chuckle.

____________________________________________________ 

When Agatha wakes up she panics, neither wife is in her bed. She’d been having a nightmare and neither of you were there. She’s sweaty and she quickly goes to the bathroom to splash water on her face. 

She looks up to see shampoo, conditioner, and face soap. Agatha smiles at the sight. 

When she opens the door you and Rio are laughing and she eyes you both. 

You turn in your seat to see her you get up and kiss Agatha’s cheek. Before taking your leave.

“Where are you going?” Agatha panics and Rio’s face says the same. 

“I am going to go for a quick dip. You two talk, then breakfast. I won’t go far.”

“Be careful!” Rio calls out, not loving you going swimming alone. But both of them could see you from the deck. 

You swim for around twenty minutes before you get out. 

You didn’t bring a towel and you are dripping wet in Rio’s boxers and no shirt. You left Aggies crew neck on the dock and quickly put it over your cold torso. 

You hear something in the distance and look back at the cabin. You can see Rio and Agatha holding each other from afar. So you decide it wouldn’t hurt to give them a few more minutes. 

So you go to investigate. 

You follow a small hiking trail head until you hear a whimper. 

Knowing for sure now it’s a dog. 

You walk faster worried that the animal is hurt. 

That’s when you meet her. 

She looked almost etherial in the morning light. 

You tilted your head to the side and put a hand out, not walking forward. Letting her come to you. 

She did, quickly too. And you pet her after she sniffed you enough. You bent down to see if she had a collar. 

“You lost gorgeous? Here with a family?” 

You spent the next thirty minutes walking with the dog, who didn’t need to be drug along. She seemed just happy to follow you. You didn’t see any other cabins, and no campers. 

Knowing that Rio and Agatha were probably worried about you now. It was time to head back. 

“Do me a favor, don’t jump on Agatha. She hates that, unless I do it and I’m naked. And if they let you in the cabin, you cannot under any circumstance eat Rio’s boots. She loves those things. They will say you can’t get up on the bed, but you can get up on the sofa with me. Because I run super cold. We’ll go to the vet tomorrow and see if you have a chip. If not, I think you and I should hang out, how does that sound” You ask as you walk with the sweet golden retriever. “You gotta follow those rules though. Because I don’t want to spend the night in the tent next.”

Her tail wags and she makes a quick detour, you stop and wait for her. 

She comes forward with a stick and you are all too happy to throw it as you walk back. 

“You know, I was a stray once too. And then these two pretty ladies found me.” You tell the dog who seems happy to rub against your leg every now and then. “I’ll tell you the story of how we fell in love while we walk ok?”

The dog listens to you, as you walk in the early morning of the woods. 

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WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by the wonderful @clareguilty and who am I to resist the temptation of posting sneak peeks? ;D

Tagging @blairwaldcrf @kimmycup @miazeklos @kymera219

Now, have an excerpt from Murder and Mischief, the sequel to Murder Triad that I'm currently working on!

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“Remember when we first came to London and I said that there was still… unfinished business I wanted to take care of in the US at some point?”

Stiles hopped onto the table right next to the box, turning to face his pack. No and Peter exchanged a look, something between curiosity and intrigue. The betas all stood in a half-circle around Stiles, attentively listening to him with varying degrees of frowns on their faces.

“You want to kill someone,” Isaac said slowly. “Because that’s what you did before.”

Boyd and Erica had gone into graphic detail on how Gerard had died. For every crime he’d ever committed against them. The kidnapping and torture of Stiles, Boyd and Erica. The involvement in the Hale Fire – though he may not have set it himself, there was no denying that he had condoned his daughter’s actions, that he had set his daughter onto this genocidal path to begin with.

Stiles pressed his lips together and nodded, a serious look on his face. That also changed the pack’s mood though, because he was very rarely serious. He quipped and snarked even through life threatening danger. Stiles’ eyes landed on Derek.

“Kate Argent is still alive,” Stiles offered softly.

“I tore out her throat myself,” Peter argued with a growl and a flash of red eyes.

“Yeah. You, an Alpha werewolf, dug your claws really deep into her,” Stiles glowered at the floor. “It turned her. I found out a couple months ago. Been keeping tabs on the hunters who stayed in Beacon Hills with Kate and Gerard. Listening in on what goes on in the hunter world. Kate’s alive.”

“Alive and a werewolf?” Jackson asked tensely.

“Nope,” Stiles offered a mirthless smile. “The shape reflects the person. In her case, that is some… weird, blue abomination version of a jaguar for some reason. I saw pictures. They’re not flattering.”

“Months,” Derek repeated lowly, arms crossed oh so tightly over his chest. “You’ve known she is alive for months. Why didn’t you…”

“Didn’t have anything concrete,” Stiles shook his head. “Rumored whispers. No leads. Didn’t want to bring down the mood with something that either may have still turned out to be nothing, or something that we couldn’t follow up on.”

The Nogitsune stepped up to him, resting a hand high on Stiles’ thigh as he leaned in, head tilted to whisper into his ear. “But now you found her? And you want to kill her?”

“Well, I wanted to offer Derek, Peter and Cora that part, on account of, ya know, the fire,” Stiles couldn’t help but lean into No. “But yeah, end-goal is her being permanently dead. I was thinking burning the body afterward until there is only ash left that can not even be resurrected.”

“Poetic,” No purred, licking a stripe up Stiles’ neck.

“Behave, demon,” Stiles hissed, pushing the Nogitsune off some. “The betas are still in the room.”

“You can’t talk about murder and expect me not to get aroused,” No frowned at him.

“You people are so fucking weird,” Jackson muttered with a shake of his head.

Thankfully, Peter had mercy on Stiles and the pack and grabbed the Nogitsune around the waist to pull him off their Spark. The fox hissed at him displeased but let it happen, for now.

“I know where she is. I know what she is. I know how to kill her. I know how to kill her protectors – that’s what’s in the box. She has been gathering Berserkers, which are a little harder to kill than hunters. So… Again, none of you have to go. You can stay here, safe in our den.”

“If you think we’ll let you go back on your own, you are out of your mind, Batman,” Erica frowned at him. “I may sit out the killing itself, the whole Gerard thing was… a lot. But I’ll still come.”

“We both are,” Boyd clarified, wrapping one arm around his mate and reaching out for Stiles with his other. “You brought us back to life. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah, I may not be ‘you resurrected me’ indebted to you, but you’re Alpha Mate of our pack. You’re pack. And this is about avenging our pack,” Isaac raised his eyebrows.

“We’re all in this together,” Jackson confirmed.

[the-queen-of-geese]

Class 1-C

I invented 19 OCs to fill up UA’s Class 1-C for the purpose of one of my fics. Here they are. Oh, and yeah, the Triad is kinda like the Plastics. I was too lazy to actually come up with a good name so there it is, do what you want with it.

Seating Chart

Students

Misaki Amano

Female

Quirk: Blossom. Can conjure small flowers.

Friends: Nakamura, Yamazaki

- sweet

- kind of shy

- crush on Monoma

Venti Castellan

Male

Quirk: Wind

Friends: Sasaki, Sugita, Takeda

- very chill

- loyal to his friends

Tamiko Fukui

Female

Quirk: Map. Has essentially a mental map of places she’s been to

Friends: Uchiyama, Watanabe, Yamazaki, Kendo

- very protective of her friends

- kind of like the mom of her friend group

- almost like the Kendo of Class C

Mai Hayasaka

Female

Quirk: Shadow whisper. Can stretch her shadow to overlap others’ and transmit her whispers through it, so it sounds as if she’s whispering right in your ear

Friends: Saito, Okazaki

- one point of the Triad

- kind of dumb

- girly girl

- the Karen Smith of the Triad, if you know what I mean

- can still be vicious

- crush on Takeda

Emi Ito

Female

Quirk: Mimicry (can copy other people’s voices)

Friends: Monoma, Takeda, Iwasaki

- won a bunch of beauty pageants in the past

- cheated in most of them

- crush on Takeda

- not exactly the nicest girl in the school

Satomi Iwasaki

Female

Quirk: Live Origami

Friends: Ito, Matsumoto

- dating Kimura

- fake

- likes Indian food

Arya Kimura

Male

Quirk: Chameleon

Friends: Kurata, Minami, Sugita, Sasaki

- loud

- kinda clueless

Kazuki Kurata

Male

Quirk: Chocolate. Can basically turn anything he touches to chocolate (including non-living organic matter, eg. a dead body)

Friends: Kimura, Minami, Matsumoto, Sasaki

- kind of whiny

- jokes around a lot

- clown of the friend group

Kaito Matsumoto

Male

Quirk: Hair Growth. Can control the growth of any and all of his hair.

Friends: Takeda, Kurata, Iwasaki

- pampered rich boy

- kinda whiny

- condescending

- pretty boy

Akiko Minami

Male

Quirk: None

Friends: Kurata, Kimura, Sasaki

- very friendly guy

- smart kid

Ariana Nakamura

Female

Quirk: Arena Trap. When activated, everyone standing on the floor in a 10-meter radius is unable to move their feet from where they stand.

Friends: Amano, Yamazaki

- really, really wants to join the Triad

- actually works hard in the class

Yuki Okazaki

Female

Quirk: Dolores. Can hear everything perfectly clearly within a 300-meter radius.

Friends: Saito, Hayasaka

- knows basically everyone’s secrets

- is blackmailing half of the General Studies course

- one point of the Triad

- crush on Matsumoto

- rich

Kiyoko Saito

Female

Quirk: Semi-Shapeshift. Can change her appearance (hair, eyes, skin, height, etc.) but cannot transform into anything else or add mutations

Friends: Okazaki, Hayasaka, Monoma, Tokage

- queen bee of the Triad

- like an Aphrodite kid

- could conceivably be compared to Drew/Regina

- in certain universes, Monoma’s ex

Takashi Sasaki

Male

Quirk: Hydra. Any body part cut off immediately regenerates and grows another. Can be stopped by cauterizing.

Friends: Castellan, Minami, Kimura, Kurata, Shinso

- popular boy

- the one who introduced Shinso into most of the other friend groups

Ethan Sugita

Male

Quirk: Can manipulate die rolls

Friends: Castellan, Kimura

- smug but for the most part actually pretty chill

Akaru Takeda

Male

Quirk: Magnet - can attract metal objects

Friends: Matsumoto, Castellan, Ito

- 3 dogs

- Nice Guy™

Hana Uchiyama

Female

Quirk: None

Friends: Fukui, Watanabe

- sweet

- a little insecure

- has a crush on Sasaki

Natsumi Watanabe

Female

Quirk: Fox. Can turn into a fox and back.

Friends: Fukui, Uchiyama

- the sassy one

- forgotten middle child

- has a crush on Sasaki

Sumiko Yamazaki

Female

Quirk: Pain Split. By touching someone with her palm, she can transfer half of her pain to them, but as soon as she’s no longer touching them, it goes back to her.

Friends: Fukui, Nakamura, Amano

- nice

- has a crush on Nakamura

[disorganizedkitten]

It's In The Blood Chapter 1

Miraculous Ladybug | 2018 | 1,288 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Next

Emilie and Hugo Agreste do not regret what they just did. They're probably in a mountain of trouble, but Chat Noir hadn't come back and Ladybug was losing. A normal civilian would just watch. They're not normal civilians. Their mom keeps fifteen Miraculous in her bedroom. She's also Ladybug. And their dad is Chat Noir. They do not regret helping out.

Emilie and Hugo Agreste crashed through Emilie’s window as their transformations timed out, leaving two kwami and two teenagers on the bedroom floor.

“Mom, is so , going to ground us for a month,” Hugo panted, staring at the ceiling from his new spot on the floor.

“She doesn’t have to know,” Emilie offered, moving over to collapse on her bed.

“Emi?”

“Yes?”

“How else, why else and who else would get into Mom and Dad’s bedroom, open the decorative chinese themed record player from like, a hundred and fifty years ago, and then take two Miraculous to go be superheroes and help them fight an akuma?”

Emilie pulled one of her pillows over her head and groaned. Her brother was right, darn it.

“Possible future punishments aside, you two were pretty good for first time superheroes, especially with how little time we had to explain our powers to you,” Emilie looked over at the tiger and fox themed Kwami, unsure of which had spoken.

“Thanks Trixx!” Hugo answered from the floor. If he thought it was Trixx, hopefully it was Trixx. Neither Kwami corrected him though.

“Thanks,” Emilie echoed, moving her pillow and lifting her left hand to stare at the purple harness bracelet that had just turned her into a hero.

“Do you think Mom will let us keep these?” Emilie rolled over to the edge of her bed to look at Hugo. “I mean, I want to spend more time with Czaar and Trixx, and we didn’t do anything overly stupid today, right?”

Hugo turned his head to look at her and pursed his lips. “Maybe? She’s always said she doesn’t want us trying to be superheroes, but, we weren’t that bad today, right?”

“You really weren’t,” Czaar confirmed with a nod.

A knock interrupted the four’s conversation.

“Emilie! Hugo! Get out here, now!”

“And we’re busted. Wish us luck!” Emilie rolled the rest of the way off her bed and moved over to the door. “Coming mom!”

Hugo pulled himself up and followed her, his smile gone now.

Trixx shot Czaar a look which the magenta Kwami returned, and they both shot to their respective user’s shoulders. Caliph and Kitso had been useful today, even if they weren’t supposed to be out using Miraculous.

Marinette and Adrien Agreste were waiting in the living room, their own Kwamis with them.

“Hi Mom. Hi Dad!”

“Emilie Gina Agreste I swear I have said-”

“Bugaboo, let them talk first,” Adrien suggested, cutting off his wife’s triade.

She shot him a look and turned back to her daughter and son, crossing her arms. “Alright, explain.”

“You can’t be that mad at us.” Emilie started, fiddling with her bracelet. “We tried to wait, we really did! But then Dad got knocked off the tower, and he wasn’t coming back up, and we- We got worried Mom! I panicked! I know where the Miraculous are kept from last time Aunt Alya and Uncle Nino needed theirs, so I just went and opened it. I grabbed one, Czaar gave me a quick speil and I transformed! It was my idea, Hugo just refused to let me go alone. He grabbed a Miraculous and followed me out. If someone’s getting in trouble it needs to be me! He was just watching my back like you’ve taught us!”

“Okay that’s no fair Emi! It was just as much my choice as yours! They’re my parents too, and you’re my sister! Of course I followed you out!” Hugo turned back to their parents, “I could have stopped her, and I could have stayed. But no one in this room can deny that you needed help out there, and Emilie and I kept each other safe. We know we broke rules, but all of our parental figures are honorary superheroes, and you two, our full-time parents, are also full-time superheroes.”

“We stayed safe while we were out too!”

“None of that was safe Emilie,” Marinette cut in unhappily. “Akuma are never safe, and fighting them is worse.”

“And yet you two do almost every day!” Emilie shot back.

“That aside-” Adrien waved his hands to get attention and pointed at the couch. Emilie and Hugo followed, sitting down but not relaxing. “-It’s still not safe, we just have more experience.” Adrien sat down in one of the chairs and pulled Marinette with him.

“Can I lecture them now?” Marinette asked, her arms still crossed.

“Emilie, Hugo?”

“We have to sit through the lecture either way, might as well get through it now.”

“Hugo’s right,” Emilie scowled.

And so Marinette set off, telling her kids over and over in as many different wordings as she could think of that they had been really stupid, that it was a super unsafe thing to do, how she could’ve had a heart attack when they just popped up, and anything else on her mind, pacing the entire time.

“And lastly! As much as I hate that you two were out there, you did do well and Congratulations are in order. Your father and I crashed into things no less than four times in our first hour and he fumbled his special attack.”

“Plagg doesn’t explain things!” Adrien defended, before turning back to his children. “And now that that’s dealt with, the big question comes up.”

“What big question?” Emilie asked slowly, turning to look at Czaar, Trixx and Hugo.

“I hate you for suggesting this Adrien, and I hate me for actually agreeing.” Marinette plopped back down beside Adrien and pulled at her earring nervously.

“With the Lahiffes in Canada, we are a little low on teammates. So, your mother and I talked about it after you two rushed off, and, assuming you agree to some conditions, we’ll let you keep a Miraculous each.”

“What?” Hugo and Emilie shrieked in tandem.

“What’re the conditions?” Emilie asked, excitement written all over her face.

“One;” Marinette started dramatically, “If the Akuma is attacking during school, you do not leave. Unless you’re being evacuated, in which case run away from, -not towards- the fight. You are not to skip on anything to help unless we call or text you saying it’s crucial. Being a superhero taxed our friendships due to having to duck out all the time, and you two shouldn’t have to deal with that.

“Two; There will be no racing across the rooftops without leaving a note or telling us first.

”Three; We do want you guys to watch each other’s backs, but please do not do anything stupid. No self sacrificing or anything crazy. If you pull a stunt like what your Father loves to do, I will confiscate your Miraculous.

“Four; Miraculi are not show off items or toys. Do not transform unless absolutely necessary, do not transform if someone could catch you, and do not tell anyone you are in possession of a  Miraculous.

“Five; Your Kwami will be your responsibility. They are to be kept secret, and we’ll help come up with ways to keep them near you inconspicuously if needed.”

“Honey I think that’s everything,” Adrien interrupted before Marinette could keep going.

“Excuse me if I’m not happy we’re just allowing our kids to enter the super dangerous world of superheroing!”

Emilie and Hugo stared. They got to keep them. They got to keep them! Heck yes!

“You won’t regret letting them, and Czaar and I can keep an eye on ours as needed,” Trixx assured her. “Assuming the agree that is.”

“Assuming we agree? Hello? Of course we agree! Thank you thank you thank you!” Czaar moved as Emilie leapt out of her seat and tackled her parents in a hug. Some habits came in your DNA. So did Miraculous compatibility.

“Agreed,” Hugo added.

[soulsxng]

"It's just a little cut, it's not... oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought." Yori to Nyl and Teo! (fatestouch)

@fatestouch | Blood starters | Accepting!

Nyl's up and headed toward the door even before Teo comes through it with Yori in his arms. The kitsune bleeding steadily from a gash on his lower thigh. Having smelled the blood, the only thing that kept him from immediately demanding to know what happened, was the fact that Teo seemed to be giving Yori a bit of a scolding.

"Which is exactly what I told you before, Yori! What kind of 'little cut' would have your struggling to walk with that leg, huh? You're so reckless sometimes; you know you're not indestructible, don't you? What were you thinking?"

As if he was one to talk-- as if any of the triad were, really. The number of times one of them had come home with some gruesome injury or another was too many to count at this point. But Nyl had to admit, it was always more surprising when it happened to Yori. He usually had the better head on his shoulders of the three of them when it came to dangerous situations.

Still, it did happen.

"Should I call Io?"

"Probably. There was poison on the blade, and while it isn't anywhere near enough to kill him, he's a little bit loopy. Not to mention he's bleeding pretty bad...but he killed the target, so obviously that makes it all fine and dandy in Yori's book-- hey! Don't go encouraging him!"

As grumpy as Teo was about it (Nyl and Yori had both learned by now that Teo's anger was just a show more often than not, to cover how worried he was), Nyl couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped him. Leaning in to give his poor fox a soft kiss before Teo toted him off to the couch.

"The job got done, and nobody on your side died, right? I'd say you both did pretty good...even if Yori's a bit beat up. Besides, you're not looking like you're in that great of shape either, General." Cue a sharp toothed grin when Teo gave a stubborn huff; moving to gather up some things to start cleaning their wounds with. "Both of you just take it easy, and I'll give Io a call."

[lotusbloghub]

getting ready for bed.

✨ — ship: senna x lucian x seren (s/i)

✨ — cw: a very brief mention of weed.

✨ — summary: a polyamorous triad's antics as they get ready for bed. nothing too special.

✨ — from @timothymcgees’ drabblecember prompt list :) i really like this challenge and i plan on doing a few of these. this is way longer than a drabble is supposed to be, but that's... fine. reblogs are appreciated as always!

Seren always draws out her gaming sessions into the late hours of the evening—or all the way into the early hours of the morning if she can manage it. Even when she’s exhausted, demotivated and annoyed, she can’t bring herself to put the controller down.

This only becomes a problem when it’s very late and she has somewhere to be in the morning. She knows she needs to sleep, but five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? She just wants to take this bounty, or grab this last collectible, or buy a new saddle and maybe a new horse too. Then she’ll go to bed, she swears!

But alas, it’s never that simple. Her partners have to pry her away from the screen almost every single night.

Tonight, she predicts them. She’s mindlessly tapping away at her controller, slumped over in that old, dusty beanbag chair of hers when she hears Senna and Lucian begin to move around upstairs. She glances over at her phone, which sits on the floor beside her, to check the time. 11:20 PM. Yeah, okay. She needs to get off her ass and get ready for bed.

Senna, who’s already in her pajamas—a black tank top paired with colorful, fluffy pajama pants that have stars on them—comes down to the living room to collect her phone charger. As she passes Seren, she taps her on the shoulder, “C’mon. It’s time for bed.”

Seren groans in childlike annoyance, yet she’s very quick to stop what she’s doing and close out of the game. She’s exhausted, that much is obvious; she can barely keep her eyes open.

“When do we have to get up tomorrow?” She calls over her shoulder. She knows they have to go grocery shopping in the morning, so she knows the answer is early, but how early, exactly? She wants to gauge how screwed she is.

“Uhhh… like, eight.” She calls back, already on her way back up the staircase.

Okay. That’s not too bad. That’s like, uhm… more than 5 hours of sleep, she thinks.

Seren sighs through her nose. The end of her tail flicks against the ground in overtired agitation as she shuts her PlayStation down for good. It takes her several long moments of silent encouragement to will herself to her feet. She grabs her phone and her blanket—a thin Dollar Store blanket with a fox printed on it—and begins the long trek upstairs.

All the lights are on. The bright, yellowed light strains Seren’s eyes, despite having spent the previous hours staring at an even brighter screen.

Lucian and Senna are going about their nightly routines, darting between the bathroom and the bedroom, washing their faces and changing into clean, comfy clothes. Seren doesn’t have a nightly routine. She simply collapses into bed and passes out for ten, sometimes twelve hours. She wants to do that now, but the only thing that stops her is a hand grasping forearm, yanking her towards the bathroom.

“C’mon.” It’s Lucian’s voice, deep and gravely and commanding. “Brush your teeth.”

Seren grumbles as she’s crammed into their very small upstairs bathroom with the pair of them and practically shoved against the sink. With a defeated sigh, she drops her fox blanket on the floor and snatches her toothbrush- no, wait, that’s Senna’s toothbrush. She grabs her toothbrush and smears a glob of toothpaste on it, holding it under the running facet for a little too long before sticking it in her mouth.

Lucian mirrors Seren, moving much less lazily than her. No one in this house had a history of great self-care, but Lucian and Senna have a history of being motivated to take action long before Seren is, so as they assume better habits, they force her to as well. She’s grateful for this.

“Do we have a shopping list?” Asks Senna, who’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, tucking her curls into a satin bonnet. "I know we need eggs, bread, uh, cereal... but what else?"

Lucian spits out a mouthful of toothpaste before replying. "I wrote a list. Don't worry."

“Don’t we-” Seren tries to speak into her toothbrush, but she stops herself. She, too, spits out a mouthful of toothpaste and wipes off her mouth before starting over. “Don’t we have to meet Akshan for something too?”

“Uhuh. That’s why we’re going so early. He couldn’t meet us later, for whatever reason.” Senna responds, the annoyance in her voice very clear.

It feels like they're always meeting Akshan for something. No one but the person who orchestrated the meeting knows for what. It's usually for something really stupid, too. Once, it was for a giant variety pack of Monster Energy. Around this time last year, it was for marijuana seedlings Senna had offered to pay for. Those really got them through those late winter months. Seren hopes that's what it's for this time.

“Huh,” She shrugs, wearing a sarcastic smile on her face. “Busy man.”

Senna hums. “I doubt it.”

Lucian splashes cold water onto his face, drying himself off with a very old and overused hand towel. He tosses it aside into the overflowing dirty laundry basket afterward.

Someone should do that laundry, Seren thinks. It's not gonna be her, though.

Pulling away from the sink, Seren goes to leave the bathroom. However, she's quickly grabbed up by Lucian, who takes hold of her face this time.

"Wait," he says. "You still have makeup on."

"Uhg..." Seren groans, halfheartedly struggling against his firm-yet-gentle grip on her jaw as he reaches onto a low-sitting shelf, pulling a single makeup wipe out of a dispenser and bringing it up to Seren's face. It feels cold and wet against her skin, making her groan and grumble some more. He wipes off a layer of foundation, concealer, and powder she's had caked to her face since early this morning, as well as faded eyeshadow and black eyeliner. One makeup wipe was hardly enough for the. job, but Lucian made it work.

"There. Don't that feel better?" He says in a half-teasing, almost patronizing way, and Seren glares at him. While doing her best not to get caught in the crossfire, Senna takes the filthy makeup wipe out of his hand and places it in the trash.

"I'm going to bed," She announces pushes her way past the two of them.

"Uh, I am too!” Seren pulls away from Lucian's grip, who lets her go without a fuss since he's done with her anyway. She scoops her blanket up off the floor and practically skips out of the bathroom, towards the bedroom, and into bed. She collapses onto the mattress and worms her way under the covers before Senna even has the chance to get comfy.

Seren hears Senna laugh; a warm, melodic sound that warms her heart and clears her head of worry. "I thought you didn't wanna go to bed," She comments, slinging an arm around the vastaya's body.

Seren snuggles closer to her in response. "I never said that." She speaks into her skin, face nuzzling against her shoulder.

One by one, the lights flick off. First, the bathroom, then the hallway, then the bedroom room, leaving only the dim light of their lamp. It's enough to illuminate Lucian. He slips off his shirt—a big, black t-shirt that's even too big for him, the six-and-a-half-foot giant he is—and crawls into bed with them. He, too, huddles up to Seren's side, effectively sandwiching her between the pair of them.

Seren feels her face grow warm. The feeling of laying between them, their skin touching hers, their hands dancing over her body so lovingly, still proves to be too much for her after all these years.

"I love you guys." She blurts out. She couldn't have stopped the words from leaving her mouth if she wanted to.

She's always worried they find her flirtations incessant, meaningless, annoying or boring, but they smile bashfully and reflect the energy nearly every time.

"We love you too, Seren," Lucian says. He brings his hand up to caress Seren's face; a much gentler touch than the one she'd felt mere minutes before. Callused fingertips dance over her freckled skin, carefully tilting her head towards him. He leans down and kisses her on the bridge of her nose. His fingers lace into her hair as her face—her entire face—rests comfortably in his palm.

Seren feels Senna's arms snake around her waist. She cuddles up to her back, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before resting her head there.

Seren sighs, long and heavy, her entire body melting into the bed, and into their touches.

Without disturbing the embrace too much, Lucian is able to flick off the lamp with an outstretched arm. He then readjusts himself, wriggling deeper into the nest of blankets, wrapping his big, strong arms around both his partners, but mostly Seren—she feels like the most important person in the whole world right now. She feels like a king or a queen or a god. She cannot imagine a better feeling than this, not even worship.

It doesn't take long for her eyes to drift shut. She falls asleep peacefully in the arms of her lovers.

[womenofwonder]

RWBY characters races for AUs set in our world.

How I’m going to do this: three things. The first, the city they live in Remnant. This is the least important because that leaves us with only five…maybe six places compared to our world’s hundreds of countries.

The second will be the original of their names, which they’ll have to keep in the AUs, meaning that they need some culture background for them.

The third will be their fairy tale origins.

So to start, Ruby Rose:

She lives in Vale, which is similar to France (I’ll explain why in another post maybe), but technically grew up in patch, a small island off the coast of Vale. I have no idea about Patch’s culture as we hardly ever see it, so I’m going to skip this one. We also don’t know if either Summer or Taiyang was originally from Vale.

We know Taiyang is Chinese from his name, so I’m going to say she’s half Chinese. I also wrote a western au once and really love the idea of Taiyang being an Asian Redneck…so I think I’m going to say Ruby is very, very southern just because that would be adorable.

But if you don’t want that idea I generally see Taiyang being either Asian-American or Asian-French, or Asian-British if your doing a HP AU. Summer is harder to pin down, but Red Riding Hood was originally an Italian fable, so I’m going to have her be Italian or Italian-American.

Weiss:

Weiss is German, although making her simply white America/British would work. I could see her being Russian too in some AU because Atlas fits well as Russia. For American works, Pennsylvania has quite the German population and coal mines, so that works pretty well for her.

Blake is really complicated. From Remment Australia which is culturally SEA (south East Asian), has an English name but parents with a Hindu-inspired names, but neither looking vaguely Indian. I’m going to assume her family are immigrants (as they are in cannon I think) to Australia, maybe even changed their name to help them fit in. Immigrants from where? Well, India is an option, but I like to think Malaysia. They have a large Indian and Chinese population, and I like to think Blake is a mixture of Chinese, Malay, and Indian ethnicities, from Malaysia and immigrated to Australia. And if you think this is crazy or unrealistic, you haven’t seen anything yet. The sheer mix of cultures I’ve seen growing up as an ex-pat is insane. This isn’t too crazy.

For Yang, we already have Taiyang as an Asian red-neck. Or at least I do. Raven and Qrow are going to be a little harder to pin down, but I’m think bandits getting replaced by mafia. Which mafia? I don’t know, take you’re pick. Branwen is Welsh, but I can’t think of a Welsh mafia. Coming from Mistral I would see them as being Triad, not Yakuza because Raven’s gang is famous for being less than coordinated.

If you need a logical reason for Yang having blonde hair, Taiyang could be only half Chinese, half blonde (blonde is race right?).

Either way I see Raven operating in an American city like New York or Detroit.

This would mean Yang is fully Chinese ethnically.

JNPR:

Jaune’s name and inspiration are all French. However his mother does come from Mistral (I think), so I do see him being half Chinese, but nationally French. It’s also funny to imagine him with a French accent.

Pyrrha: she’s Greek or maybe Greek-American with her parents being recent immigrants. Argus seems to Remnent-Greece and her name and fairy tale are greek.

Nora: she should be Scandinavian. I feel like in a MCU AU she’s Thor’s daughter. But she also grew up as a street rat in Mistral, which is hard to fit in our world. Therefore I’m going to have her in America, the great melting pot (and also America seems to be more like Mistral than any other Remnent king with our state system), and she going to ethically Scandinavian but knowing nothing of her culture due to her upbringing.

Ren: obviously Chinese, but I might have him be American-Chinese to fit his story nicely in with Nora’s.

Others:

Coco: we’re all ignoring that she’s based off Coco Channel, so let’s make her a LA girl

Velvet: Australia, because of the accent. Or maybe English because that is her story origin

Fox: he’s difficult, because tribes are pretty rare in modern AUs. But his story could work for various things. He’s one of the few black characters so he could come from practically any African tribe (I’m currently going with Hausa because it’s one of the few I know anything about). His name is based off ‘the fox and the hound’ which is a rare American story, so he could also be from a Native American tribe if you want the AU to be more American-based.

Yatsuhashi: Japanese, this one is thankfully easy.

Sun: Chinese. He comes from a tribe as well, but I can’t think of any nomadic Chinese tribes except the Uyghurs. Making Sun a Uyghur doesn’t make much sense but it will serve to piss off certain people on the internet. And now this is going to be taken down, isn’t it? Oh wait, this is tumbrl. This is anarchy. It won’t. Forgot why I liked this place for a second.

Scarlet: sorry for the rambling there. Anyway, Scarlet is definitely English. “I hope I don’t get sand in my shoes.”

Sage: well, he’s black, but other then that we have nothing to go one. He’s also from Mistral but that doesn’t really work? If Mistral is America as well as China I guess we can make him African American. Or whatever else works best for the AU. He might be Indian too now that I think of it. Or even Maori. Really options are limitless here.

Neptune: Yeah, so probably just American, but does have both a French last name and an Italian first name. So probably ethically American (aka white mutt). Also he lives near a port, I think I’m gonna gone with him being from Tacoma Washington because I am.

Flynt: African American

Neon: Japanese-American because of her meme (it started as part of Japanese pop song on YouTube, the latter of which is America summed up in one invention)

Oscar: Hispanic-American, he just looks it. And I’m guessing he lives in Kansas for obvious reasons. His last name isn’t Hispanic but their could be a lot of reasons for that. Or he could be Native American (Pawnee, Cheyenne, and Osage are all Native American tribes in Kansas).

Penny: well if she’s still a robot she probably stays white, but if you want her human in this AU she might end up being half black as Pietro is, although she also could just be adopted. I guess the later makes more sense, huh? I figure she’s American, with her dad working with a ‘well meaning’ but ultimately corrupt government. Probably living in DC, as that has both the government and the poverty issues.

Emerald: oohh, boy. This is hard. Sustrai is Basque, and Aladdin is a French addition to an Arabian story, she herself is dark skinned with anime features that are super unhelpful for this sorta thing.

I have three ideas. Brazilian, mostly as there’s no South American themed RWBY characters I can think of, and it’s diverse enough that someone looking like Emerald would fit. Secondly, for American centered stories she’s just an orphan with no idea of her ethnicity. Or she could be African, Indian, Pacific Islander, or Hispanic or some mixture between those four. It’s honestly really hard to tell. In my fanfic she’s from Suriname and ethnically 1/4 Indian, 1/2 Creole, and 1/4 Javanese.

Ilia: Sioux (Native American). Ilia means a lot of things in a lot of different languages, and Amitola mean rainbow in Sioux, so I decided to just stick with that.

Mercury: American, white mutt American. I’m guessing New York or Philli for where he grew up, it seems like a place where he’d be comfortable

Neo: the new novel reveals her father lived in vale (btw I haven’t read it, I’m just getting this off the internet) and her mother was a assassin who’s origins aren’t known. She doesn’t really have a fairy tale. So I’m going to go with British or French (thank RWBY thoughts for the first one) although in an American AU she works as just a white American.

Robyn: depends on what Atlas is in this AU, but probably German or American.

Qrow: I already mentioned he’s probably Chinese due to being from Mistral. It’s a bit weird to think of him as Asian, but not as weird as it to think of Raven as white, so I’ll take it. Although I do like the idea of him being American Irish, that’s fun.

Winter: whatever Atlas is in this AU, German or American, although British and Russian would work well too.

Maria: Mexican

Salem: If you want a AU where she’s just a normal person then New England or Italian for her story origin

Watts: British

Tyrian: uh…I have no idea, but he looks white. And he kinda has a British accent? I want him to be southern for the accent tho. Probably just another crazy American

Cinder: her fairy tale is French but her origin is Chinese. Also, Cinderella doesn’t really have an origin, it’s an ancient story with every culture having at least one Cinderella story. So I’m going to say Chinese.

Hazel: American, from the Midwest. He’s darkish so maybe he’s a POC? Part Native American or Hispanic? Idk or really care I can’t stand Hazel

Roman Torchwick: American-Italian, he runs/works for the mafia

Ozpin: American because of the whole wizard-of-Oz-thing or French, because he seems to have come from Vale.

Glynda: American or French for the same reasons Ozpin is

Oobleck: Jewish American (because Dr. Seuss was)

Professor Port: Russian, due to his fairy tale, or English, due to his style

Taiyang: already said he’s a red-neck Asian.

Raven: depending on whether you want her to be white or not, either Chinese or Irish American, like I already said.

Cordovin: Karen

Ironwood: again, depends on Atlas in the AU. Either American or German…maybe Russian

Clover: Irish-American (or German, obviously the ace-ops depend on where Atlas is. I’m just going to do the rest of them assuming Atlas is American because Germany isn’t that diverse)

Harriet: African-American, I guess. It kinda messes with the story because Harriet is supposed to be privileged, which doesn’t really work in this AU, but she’s also obviously black.

Elm: Just normal American, maybe greek-American because of the Aesop fable themes

Vine: Tibetan based on his design

Marrow: either African-American or Pakistani/Indian-American. (I’m personally going for Pakistani)

Klein: english. All butlers are English. It’s a rule.

Pietro: African-American

Johanna: Pakistani or Indian American

Fiona: Jewish-American (kinda random but while she’s obviously white she also needs to be a minority for the Faunus thing to work)

May: normal upper glass American/German

Ghira: Half Malay, Half Indian, from Malaysia but immigrated to Australia later in life

Kali: half Chinese, half Indian, but also from Malaysia

Adam: much like Fiona I’m going to assume he’s Jewish due to him being white but still needing to be a minority. German or American, again, depending on where Atlas is. Or he could be Chinese, even though it doesn’t work with his name, due to the theory that he was trafficked much like Cinder. I’m going with ethically Jewish though

Sienna Khan: Indian

Huh, I actually finished that. I’m pretty sure I was accidentally racist multiple times and apologize in advance,

I’m exhausted and starving and not thinking straight. But anyway, here it is. Your very messy guide to modern RWBY AUs. I swear this was insane to sort out.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

okay but like... LB/Rena Rouge/Panthera Noire

Ladybug and Panthera Noire both crushing on their favorite dumbass reporter who jumps into danger for "the integrity of my footage", but also falling in love with each other as they fight side by side and lay their lives on the line for each other

In private they're all mushy and romantic. and then they get an akuma alert and see a picture captioned "some idiot is running toward the akuma with a camera?? the fuck????". They look at each other and simultaneously say "THAT'S OUR IDIOT" before pausing their cuddle session to fuck up Mr. Pigeon ver. 36.0.

This power couple (that no one knows is a couple) just flirting with Alya at any moment they can get. The Ladyblog is the prime source of fan edit footage because of the gay energy they have with each interaction. Especially once they state that they're only willing to do interviews there after Prime Queen.

LB and Panthera discuss the possibility of dating her as a triad but the identity and safety issue comes up. Neither is willing to risk her safety for the sake of a few dates.

...but then Sapotis happens and Panthera goes "so if she's also behind a mask it's safe to kiss her right?" and LB goes "holy shit yes" and they ask her out after LB borrows the Fox miraculous for Rena to patrol and it's very gay

Bonus: Paris gets into shipping wars over the three of them. The Ladyblog's refusal to take a stance on which ship is "superior" only fuels this fire.

Y E S

[colehasapen]

(ONE SHOT) tion'ad hukaat'kama STAR WARS

(belated) Whumptober no.27 - Ok, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card?

Comfortember no.6 - Afraid to Sleep

He finds Cody in the hall. The young cadet is drenched to the bone, skin ashen, and he stares out at the trashing black waters outside of the facility with wide, haunted eyes. Every flash of lightning or crack of thunder has the lanky verd’ika flinching, and something about the way the boy is holding himself makes something heavy settle in Alpha’s stomach. The kid is standing oddly, his arms curled around his stomach, and one side of his face is a mottled mess of dark bruising around a blood-shot and swollen amber eye.

It’s already long past curfew for the cadets, so to see one of his kids wandering the halls, obviously injured, when he should be resting makes Alpha clench shaking fists at his side. “Cody.” The growing cadet flinches, finally dragging his attention away from the turbulent water of the winter storm outside of the training facility. Wide eyes meet dark brown, and Alpha raises an eyebrow, scanning his gaze across Cody’s wet, ruffled appearance. “What are you doing out right now, cadet?” He asks, but Cody just blinks, seemingly confused by Alpha’s words, like he can’t understand.

He looks groggy, and if the bruising on his face means anything, he’s probably concussed.

Alpha sighs. He’ll need to get Cody out of the halls before any overseers come by and see him out of his pod after curfew. He steps forward, scooping his kih’vod into his arms with ease and, seemingly on instinct, Cody loops his legs around his hips and his arms around Alpha’s neck as he tucks his face against his older brother’s shoulder. Osik, he can feel the frigid chill of the boy’s skin even through his own reds.

Cody shivers, curling himself as close to Alpha’s body heat as possible, lashes fluttering against the skin of his neck and shallow breaths puffing against his jaw.

Walking quickly and quietly, Alpha makes his way back to his own bunkroom. The one Cody shared with his brothers would be too far away, being on the other side of the facility, and there were too many overseers and trainers between here and there that would take any excuse to see the cadet sent to the labs. The room that Alpha shares with his own squad will have to do, and he knows his fellow A-classers would keep their mouths shut.

“What the kark, Seventeen?” Spar spits immediately, sitting up in his bunk and eyeing Cody like the cadet was a venomous creature instead of a growing kid. Across from him, Fordo also sits up, though he looks more interested than horrified; he’d always had a soft spot for cadets, even if he’d never admit it, and had been jealous when Alpha had been assigned a CC squad to train. Spar’s sudden outburst has Havoc, Colt, and Blitz stirring as well, and soon Alpha has five different pairs of eyes staring at him - or more specifically at the kid in his arms - and looking confused and amused.

They’d be teasing him endlessly for this. They’d already teasingly been calling Alpha Squad-17’s mother, so he’d probably just made their day.

Alpha gives them all a sharp look, heading for his own bunk where he gently lowers his little brother onto the rough sheets, kneeling down to be eye-level with the boy so that he can study his injuries. Cody winces when he lifts his arms to let Alpha tug off his wet tunics, breath heaving in pained gasps until he can drop them again, and Alpha grimaces at the sight of the massive collection of bruises that this reveals. They’re dark against his brother’s skin, stretching across his stomach and ribs, up his chest and encircling his neck like someone had sat on him and tried to choke him. When Alpha manages to get him to turn around, it reveals more lashing bruises across his spine in all the places that would hurt to most, and he makes a strangled noise of fury at the sight.

His squadmates have gone cold and quiet, and he can hear one of them hiss in dismay.

“Here.” Colt makes himself known at Alpha’s elbow, a tube of high-grade bacta that Havoc had probably swiped from the trainers. Alpha grunts in thanks, taking the most-likely-stolen container from his brother and turning back to Cody.

The boy’s amber eyes are clearer, and he watches the A-classers around him nervously. They’re all so much bigger than him, and much bigger than he’d ever grow, their genetics modified for size and strength, and Cody was still only in his second growth cycle and smaller than his batchmates, barely the size of a natborn preteen. They were dangerous, and Cody was smart enough to recognize that.

“Alright, Cody.” His head turns and his eyes dart towards Alpha, and the kid winces at the look on his face, then hisses when Alpha smears chilled bacta across his back, hunching away from the cold gel. “What did you get yourself into this time?”

Cody bites his lip, then flinches at the rumbling crack of thunder, curling towards Alpha’s hands. “Priest picked me for extra training.” The small cadet reports quietly, voice almost dull, and ragged from the bruising around his throat, and Alpha growls furiously.

Priest had been sniffing around Alpha’s cadets since they had been small, looking for any chance to throw them into his bloody fighting ring, but Alpha had made sure that the trainer would know that he’d notice should any of his boys go missing. He’d made sure that everyone would notice if they disappeared; the five boys in Squad-17 were the best of their age group, and were even better than some of the older cadets, and they were all slated for high ranks once the Jedi came to collect them. Unfortunately, the man’s interest had only grown the better Alpha’s boys got in training. The fiercer they got, the more talented they became, and suddenly Alpha had found Priest observing their training more often. He had noticed that the man’s eyes had been caught by Cody - the quick little cadet with fire in his eyes and the habit of fist fighting training droids, the one who never gave up even long after he was expected to - and Alpha had been forced to grit his teeth no matter how much he wanted to push Priest from the highest spire and watch him go splat.

He had hoped that the Prime’s own interest in Cody would keep Priest away, but it would seem that it hadn’t stopped the demogolka from dragging his kih’vod off.

Alpha grits his teeth, and he knows his squadmates are shifting to attention, he can hear Blitz’s muffled snarl of fury at the name. “What happened, cadet?”

Cody ducks his head, turning around so that Alpha can apply bacta to his chest next. He hesitates, before his expression shutters, and Alpha recognizes the look on his face as the one he gets during debriefings. “He sent an older clone to collect me from my pod after curfew with the permission of the overseers, and the trooper took me to a secluded landing pad where Priest was waiting.” An odd light crosses the boy’s expression, and he curls his arms around his stomach, trying to make himself look smaller. “When we were done, he ordered me to return to my pod and left.”

Alpha’s hands spasm across his little brother’s chest, gritting his teeth as he stares at the dark bruises painting his brother’s brown skin, and he can hear Havoc and Colt muttering something to the third member of their triad across the room. They all knew too well what happened during private training with Priest, because they had seen what he had done to Blitz once upon a time. They had lived through having Blitz returned to them, beaten within an inch of his life and broken in a way none of them could truly fix, and they had all helped him put himself back together to the best of their abilities.

“I didn’t want to go back to my pod though.” Cody continues, voice shaky, “I was scared that he’d come back.” The boy admits, shivering not just from the cold he had been forced to endure or the frigid storm water that had likely seeped into his bones.

“Kid, if any overseers had found you, you could have been sent to the labs.” He warns, and while it’s cruel to remind him of the fate of so many brothers, his little brother had always been too reckless, and Alpha would really prefer it if one of his kids didn’t end up cut open on a table.

Cody sets his chin stubbornly, then hisses when Alpha smears bacta across his neck and jaw. “I wasn’t though.” The cadet grumbles, and Alpha scowls at the stubborn brat. “And you found me, so it worked out.”

“I found you lost in your own head, you brat.” Alpha retorts, angry at the fear he feels. If Fox hadn’t told him that Cody was missing, he wouldn’t have even gone looking, and it might have meant the cadet’s death. Alpha doesn’t like being afraid, but the longer he spent with young lives under his protection, the more scared he seemed to get. “Anyone could have done that.” He pokes his kih’vod in his bony shoulder, carefully avoiding the bruises Priest had left behind. “And then where would you be?”

Cody blinks, expression growing distant once more, and Alpha grips the back of his neck to drag him out of whatever headspace his most reckless kih’vod had found himself in. Then, his small hands shaking, his kid reaches out to grip, white-knuckled, at Alpha’s reds. Alpha sighs, ruffling close-cropped black curls, and his little brother leans into the touch. “Toss me an extra top, would you?” He calls to his squadmates, and some shuffling follows before someone’s extra tunic is lobbed at his head. He catches it without looking, then tugs it over Cody’s head, listening to his kih’vod squawk in offense. “I’ll take you to see Baar’ur Gilamar.” He tells the boy quietly, “Try to get some sleep.”

Swimming in the oversized tunic, Cody stares up at Alpha with wide eyes, so Alpha gently pushes the scrawny cadet until he’s laying down before he lays down next to him and stretches out. Throwing one arm around his kih’vod, Alpha pulls him close until the small body is tucked against his chest. “Go to sleep, Kot’ika. I’ll watch your back.”

It’s a testament to how exhausted the cadet is that he doesn’t argue, and instead drifts off almost immediately, breathing evening out to little huffs. Alpha stays quiet for a long moment, gently rubbing Cody’s back, tracing each bump of his spine, and listening to the muted chatter of his squad.

Alpha doesn’t even need to look up when a vent clatters, “I’ve got him.” He says quietly, and Fox lets out a quiet breath of relief. Sighing, Alpha curls himself protectively around his baby brother, listening to Fox shuffling closer.

"Is he okay?"

"He will be." Alpha says confidently, “You did good kid.”

Cody would heal, and the next time Alpha had to train with Priest, he'd make sure to be extra vicious.

[crazyclownthanos]

Mirage Adlai

“You’re the right one here?! Please stop trying to make me snoop to your level”

“Carrying on the will of Yuno? Well don’t you know”

Character information

Mirage is one of the leading protagonists in White Clover. He is a nobleman of the Adlai family current leaded by his older brother Droite Adlai, having their headquarters located in Maratopia Mirage resides in Nean Village with his siblings and parents Grey and Gauche Adlai.

Mirage comes from the French origin meaning “Illusion & Fantasy”

Alias:

Mirror Mirage

Licorice (Drioite)

Mini Gauche (Asta)

Ba ba-tan (Eleanor & Lawé)

Bakarage (Noelle) ———-> Baka + Mirage

Smart Shrimp (Zora)

Title(s):

Hugo eyes

Will carrier of Yuno

Member of the fearsome three

Member of the new light triad

General information

Status: Alive

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Affinity: Forcefield magic

Age: 11 (At the start of White Clover)

Birthday: December 4th

Constellation: Sagittarius

Height: 151cm

Weight: 38kg (83.7p)

Blood type: A

Hair: Black (dyed)

Relatives: Grey Aldai (Mother), Gauche Adlai (Father), Marie Adlai (Aunt), Droite Adlai (older brother), Lawé Adlai (second older brother), Eleanor Adlai (Younger sister), Unmaed step aunts, Unamed Grandfather, Undernamed step Grandmother.

Apperance

Mirage’s original hair color was blue though the color never suited him and with the magic touch of hair dye his hair turned from blue to black after using multiple packets of hair dye. Mirage sports black ruffled up hair as well as bangs that cover his left eye

Mirage is the tallest of the fearsome three standing at 151cm taller than the average 11 year old. He isn’t too interesting to look at it but he’s sure a sly character to look at.

Mirage hates formal clothing and isn’t ashamed to walk around in any form of clothing out in public. His usual wear consists of a loose baby blue long sleeve with an untied string at the front, Navy blue pants to add and brown lace knee boots.

Personality

Mirage is a confident person who isn’t afraid to speak his mind often communicating smart strategies or useful advice that would help advance the party, he has a favor of being right in every conversation though whenever he’s proven to be wrong he gets angry fast this is one of the results of him being short tempered. All of the Adlai children have anxiety triggers and Mirages anxiety trigger is being complicated so openly giving the mode of “Grey mode” this causes Mirage to turn red, cover his face, wobble his names, etc. Aside from his anxiety trigger Mirage inherits Gauche’s traits of quick thinker and affective strategies thankfully no sibling complex’s. Summoning up his personality Mirage will not be afraid of calling seomone out and is a chilled person to be around for sure somebody everyone can rely on.

Traits

Intelligent

Confident

Keen thinker

Tactician

Reliable

Opinionated

Short tempered

Sad

Relationships

Family

Grey Adlai

For the longest of years Grey had prioritized raising her 4 children and Mirage had acknowledge this knowing what she went through of her own childhood trauma Mirage feels special to call Grey his mummy often helping her out around the house.

Gauche Adlai

Sometimes Mirage can find his father a little strange with his complex worrying that someone would mistake him a predator, his foolish actions can be a little embarrassing among all of the weird stuff Gauche does Mirage likes Gaiche and thinks of him as a cool dad.

Droite Adlai

Droite would always tease Mirage often playing around with him if he were a cat. He thought of his brother as a man of care but yet a man of danger he. These two had a 6 year age difference and with Droites duties of a magic knight and running an undercover agency they never had room to talk a lot but nonetheless they like each other.

Lawé Adlai

Same with Lawé, Lawé would always ruffle up Mirage though these two have a 4 year age gap, Mirage carries memories of them painting and taking morning strolls in the fields warm memories he remembers. This soon changed after feeling a ghastly disturbance in his aura causing Miragw to be suspicious of him. Mainly Mirage tries his best to be supporting and kind to his brother.

Eleanor Adlai

Out of all his siblings Mirage feels the closest to Eleanor having a 2 year age gap and Mirage consentenly helps with Eleanor doing daily activities. With Eleanor being blind and the youngest child all of her brothers can be overprotective off her welbeing.

Marie Adlai

Mirage easily get along with Marie the two of them have a close relationship you can always spot the two organizing dinner, buying groceries or chasing down a criminal.

Fearsome three/light triad

Karra Marron

Karra and Mirage are bestfriends. Always backing up each other in the craziest situations, Mirage isn’t stupid enough to let Karra to give her money and ask her to buy food that would be stupid. To describe their dynamic they have strict mother-daughter dynamic always laughing about some joke or Mirage lecturing Karra. Mirage sees Karra as a reckless, idiotic, brave, vibrant person, someone he would trade anyone in the world for.

Ace Silva

Mirage makes sure to look out for Ace. Seeing Ace break down infront of him and Korra was the most disappointing feeling ever becuase he wasn’t there to protect him, since that day Mirage has been protective of Ace like a mother duck always checking up on him seeing if he’s 100%. Hearing about him being the vessel tot he white devil his opnion of Ace never changed devil or not Ace was still Ace to him.

Others

Yuno Ginberryall

Mirage dosen’t know too much on Yuno but he does know he is the will carrier of him. Only speaking on occasion his read of aura was bright and grew to like him pretty fast connecting to him with every word on the ideals of this world. He views Yuno as a capable person who he believes that he can do better than him.

Genji

Mirage thinks of Genji as the first person he can count on. His high skills and excessive knowledge impressed him on their first encounter though he does find the fox transformation a little bit odd but overall from his point of view Mirage thinks of him as a hopeful boy with unlimitless poitential.

Battle powers

Magic

Forcefield Magic: Forcefield magic allows Mirage to create a purple time of space where he has the ability to levitate, stop time, store and shield

Left eye?

Abilities

Creative mana: Mirage use this creative to use his forcefield magic in ways a normal mage couldn’t

Keen Intellect: Mirage is told to be known for his quick adaption to any situation

Aura reader: Lawé talks on chakras had an impact on Mirage and using the knowledge he gained he use them in a new light, a light to read people’s auras

Tacticin: Being only 11 year olds Mirage comes up with a smart strategies ensuring everyone’s safety and acknowledging the circumstances

High mana detection: Mirage possess high level of mana detection

Physical Strength 2/5

Magic amount 4/5

Magic control 5/5

Magic sensing 5/5

Cleverness 5/5

Always wanting to be right 5/5

Trivia

Mirage is heavily ispired by Ray from the the promised neverland

His left eye socket is a tool that will be useful in the future saga

He was originally going to have blonde hair

Mirage was named after one of Gauche’s spells out of his grimoire

Favorite food are pastries (all types)

Likes are being the right one in the conversation and ducks

Has a strange fear to owls

[elletromil]

elle’s self rec list

So I did one of those about two years ago and I decided why not do another one! Some fics from the old one will probably be repeated here, but who cares, it’s my list, I get to make the rules :D

There's Something About Us - T, Hartwin, Merlin/Roxy, Percilot, AU,  Words: 49,369

Roxy had her eyes closed, twirling her drum sticks expertly but unnecessarily between beats, unbothered by the strands of brown hair that had gotten loose from her ponytail. Merlin had shuffled closer to her drumset, as he often did, his feet keeping her rhythm, eyes closed as if in concentration. Percival was half hunched over his keyboard, looking at the crowd without seeing it, his voice having taken that far-away edge that only added to the ethereal of their song.

Without shame, he started swaying to their music, letting it wash over everything else so that only their harmony stayed.

In which Eggsy, Roxy, Merlin and Percival are a famous alien music band, Harry is a hero of the Galactic Patrol and Valentine and Gazelle are evil humans.

This one is my longest fic to date and quite frankly, I am insanely proud of it. It’s heavily based on the Interstella 5555 movie Daft Punk did for their Discovery album, but you don’t need to be familiar with it to read this. It took me four years to finish this and probably closer to five years to write it all since I started writing a while before I started posted it. But oh man, am I proud of this story.

Of Flowers, Thunderstorm and Tranquility - M, Hartwin, AU,  Words: 9,702

The fresh snow crinkles satisfyingly under his feet as Harry slowly makes his rounds of his part of the Forest. He is seconds away from humming when a whimpering sound from a bush nearby gives him pause.

Harry carefully makes his way towards the sound, on his guard. He gasps in surprise when he parts the foliage. He doesn’t know what he expected, but one thing is certain, it wasn’t the unconscious Summer Child curled up around himself.

This one is quite probably the one I will forever think as my masterpiece. The idea pounced on me and wouldn’t let me go until I had written it all. It is also on of the very few stories I ever wrote that goes higher than a T rating.

of flowers and fireflies - cowritten by @insanereddragon - M, Merwin, AU,  Words: 43,882

“You're trying to tell me that you're my dog?”

“Well, yes. Though I’d rather you say familiar if you don’t mind.”

“That’s… That’s impossible. The spell didn’t work.”

--

Eggsy is a familiar. For many human lifetimes, familiars live waiting for a call from one of the populations magic users. During their time of waiting, they seek out magical sanctuaries for their kind. Eggsy and Lee are on their way to one such place when tragedy strikes, and only Eggsy makes it to his new home at the Hart estate sanctuary.

Merlin is a magic user. After the death of his family, Merlin is taken in by the Hart family on their estate. It’s there, growing up beside Harry, that he first learns of his magical abilities and struggles with growing up without the support of a magical family.

Even though their paths cross while growing up on the estate, it isn’t until many years later when Merlin performs a summoning for a familiar that they connect. A friendship grows to something more while the two learn to navigate their newly formed bond.

So there are two reasons why I absolutely love this story/verse. The first one is that I got to write it with Red. Back then when we decided that ‘hey, we only need 10k for a mini bang, let’s do this, 5k each will be a walk in the park’ we were just starting our friendship. Fastforward a few years later and I can’t envision my life with Red in it. Also we were very dumb and both have no chill because the easy 10k mini-bang we thought this story would be ended up being  a 43k proper big bang

Only love can hurt like this - T, Eggsy/Tilde, Hartwin, Eggsy/Harry/Tilde,  Words: 8,001

He’s not stupid, his life isn’t a fairy tale, he’s not going to marry the princess now that he’s saved the world. Heck, if his life was a fairy tale, he would rather be the princess marrying the Knight.

Harry is dead, Eggsy has picked up his mantle as a spy and Tilde doing her job as a princess and helping to lead her country in the trying times after V-Day. But even busy as they are, Tilde and Eggsy both kept in contact and what develops between them is more than simple friendship.

All in all, life isn't that bad.

Except Harry isn't as dead as they all thought he was.

I started writing this before the sequel was out and my only regret is that the movie treated Tilde’s character do terribly. There are so many different ways they could have handled it so that Tilde would still end up being Eggsy’s motivation for really wanting the antidote and well... They really didn’t go that way, did they? Anyone, concerning Tilde, I am mostly in fanon-land where it concerns her or whatever @solrosan ​ comes up with because Rosa is an amazing writer and one of the very few I will accept angst from. But I digress. Consider this as a fix-it that instead of ignoring Tilde completely, goes the route I prefer when I see love triangle and transforms the situation into a healthy triad. Because I can.

I Get a Little Bit… - G, Merlahad, Ghenghis Khan video AU, Words: 6,062

Merlin is putting his two children to bed when his phone starts ringing with a too familiar alert. He curses under his breath, thankful that Roxy is already fast asleep and won’t reprimand him on his language.

Or the Genghis Khan Merlahad au everyone wanted but nobody was writing.

The summary is pretty self-explanatory here I think.

Nous n’avons rien à faire, rien que d’être heureux  - T, Merlahad, Merhartwin, AU,  Words: 5,982

“Harry, Merlin, I present you the first gift of my courtship. It is my intent, if you accept, to show you that I can not only provide for you a home and protection, but cherish you.”

Harry and Merlin have been in a relationship for decades. Many a siren have proposed them over the years, but Eggsy is the first one they're willing to give a chance.

And Eggsy isn't about to let it go to waste.

So I was insanely lucky during the last reverse-bang and managed to lay claim on a couple of @paxdracona ​ artwork (I love Pax and all of her art too, it’s so inspiring and wonderful and gorgeous and yeah, go stare at it you won’t regret it). This story is what I came up with for it and I must say I am quite proud of it. Who doesn’t love a good courting fic after all?

Don’t be scared of what you don’t already know - G, Hartwin, AU,  Words: 14,601

“I wouldn’t mind the company for one more day.” Harry smiles sheepishly and Eggsy spies a glimmer of something raw in his warm brown eye.

It’s all he needed to be convinced. It’s not really selfish if he suspects Harry is just lonely as he is, right?

“Okay, yeah. I can totally wait another day.”

After he's been chased out of his commune by his dick stepfather, a surprisingly kind dragon invites Eggsy to stay at his place for the night. Or well, it's supposed to be just for one night, but Harry doesn't seem to mind when Eggsy's stay keeps getting longer and longer.

That’s one of the other reverse-bang I wrote and the other artwork I got to claim from @paxdracona​ which made me insanely happy at the time because well, I had already written a few ficlets about her dragon!Harry and magpie!Eggsy and I really wanted to write a longer one.

Room for Three (Not Only You and Me) - G, Merhartwin, Words: 6,797

The first time it happens Merlin honestly doesn’t know.

Though, in Merlin’s defense there is nothing indicating that this is any different than usual.

Wherein Merlin date-crashes Harry and Eggsy’s dates without realising it at first. Except, when Merlin tries to give them some space, they don’t seem to be happy about it.

Writing oblivious characters is always fun especially when you wouldn’t expect this character to be so clueless most of the time. Also, well this is the fic that made me meet Red so of course Imma forever recs this.

Stay - T, Hartwin,  Words: 2,765

They nearly walk by without seeing the other, the only reason they do in the end is because Eggsy has to suddenly sidestep a wandering child and would have tripped on his own feet if it wasn’t for the hand shooting out and righting him at the last moment.

He turns around to thank the stranger only to realise that a stranger the man is not, even if he’s barely recognizable from the last memory he has of him.

After Poppygeddon, Eggsy stayed a Kingsman agent but Harry decided it was time for him to retire. Which also meant going halfway across the world and cutting all ties with his previous life. They never thought they would meet again.

Of course they do.

I wrote this as a gift to @honey-bee-britt and while the series is still not completed, it can still be read as a stand-alone. I am so proud of this one fic too. It’s some of my best work I think.

If I only could make a deal with God -  T, Hartwin,  Words: 5,089

He's not even sure he wants to be a part of Kingsman anymore. The Knights might accept him now that he's saved the world from Valentine's madness, but there's only one position to fill. And he doesn't know how to feel about taking up Galahad’s mantle. Not sure how he feels about replacing Harry.

The night after Harry has been killed by Valentine and Eggsy has saved the world from the madman, a familiar fox appears to him and leads him to the Underworld.

If luck is on his side, Eggsy might just sway the God of Death into returning Harry's soul to the living.

Who wants a Hartwin retelling of the Orpheus and Eurydice legend? Because this is what it is. Because this is me and of course I will write as many mythology au or fics with mythology references that I possibly can.

[light-and-heartful]

Nutri Ventures - Hulu Kids - Trailer

I always had this idea of an RPG video game based off the Healthy Eating cartoon from Portugal, Nutri Ventures, where it would have the same battle system as "South Park the Fractured But Whole" (a very simple tactics battle system) (they’d even pitch it as the family friendly alternative to that game as well as it would be the world's first Edutainment RPG Video Game), and by the way the battle system would be the same as that game, but the overworld system won't it would be top down, with the same animation as in the show, and even voice acting during the text boxes that you can turn on and off (the voices) at anytime] and it'll be not just for younger players but also older and more experienced players as well, here's some ideas that you can even submit them to Ubisoft (since they're really good with RPGs made in the Western Region) to make it for a game for the Nintendo Switch, so please listen to these ideas and consider them

it would follow the story of the show (with some minor changes to make it follow a game more, but we'll get to that), will have ONLINE Player-VS-Player battles in the form as a device from one of the scientists in Grandland HQ, who's good friends with Theo's Grandfather, that you can find in the Grandland labs & can let you battle with yourself from different universes (aka different playthroughs of the game by different people), it will also have a mini-game multiplayer mode (for offline & online) that has up to four players play the mini-games in the game's story mode such as

the Candy Bowl where it plays just like the show and has the move around the game in a camera view where it focus on the screen moving side to side as it shows them moving in circle while keeping the view front side in a continuous moving track shot (with you passing the Goal Bowl of the game at top at certain times), think of it as like NBA Jam if it was for Candy Bowl

the Pod Races where it's a basic Mario Kart racing game (with two different versions, one that has it just on the ground and you can only turn left & right to race and another where you're underwater and you can move left, right, up, & down to race

the Deep Fryer Rally where it’s like that Mario Party 6 Mini-Game “Treasure Trawlers”, where you move topdown by pressing the L&R buttons together repeatedly and turn by pressing ether L or R repeatedly, and you’d aim your position on the paddle boat in order to try to scoop up the Fried Foods with a crane (but the scoop is a fry strainer) by pressing one of the d-pad buttons in order to score points, and it would use the rumble feature as a way to tell where’s the fry food is in the grease (with the more it rumbles the closer you’re at your mark) the player with the most points wins

the Veggie Games where it features all the events from the Green Kingdom chapter

Jousting where it's a four way Joust (or three way in story mode) where players has to charge into other players in order to take down one of his/her hit points while also controlling their horse, last player standing wins

and the Oracle's Quiz (that game is the final test to get the everlasting fruit in the Orange Kingdom Chapter) where the Oracle gives you questions related to food, cuisine, health, recipes, things like that

and the main feature of the game has the players gaining different status effects happen to them when they eat certain foods that's are each based off of their health benefit, like:

Meat & Eggs give you extra attack power cause it's for force for muscles

Dairy Products give you extra defense power cause it's for protection of bones

Vegetables give you extra maximum health cause it's for healing

Wheat & Grains give you extra mana for attacks cause it's for energy

Fish & Seafood gives you extra Experience Points cause it's for Intelligence

Legumes give you extra turns cause it's for boost

Fruit cures ailments cause it's helps with sicknesses

also I'd change the names of the Bad Kingdoms cause I feel like that's fair

Sugar Kingdom would be the Pink Kingdom

Fats Kingdom would be the Bronze Kingdom

Fried Kingdom would be the Gold Kingdom

Salt Desert would be the Silver Kingdom

(also the story behind the Bad Kingdoms is that the rulers of them were also scientists in Nutri-land, but cared more about making the food taste good rather than being nutritious, this lead to many of the other guardians experiments being ruined and the citizens loving their food but kept experiencing the effects of eating them to much, so the Nutri-Guardians kicked them out, and Alex made them into his main four guys for coming up the recipe for Gen-X 100 when he otherthrew Nutri-land and called themselves the big four, and were a team for a while until Alex had enough of the ingredients for Gen-X 100 to run for years, so they went their separate ways)

there are other features include:

-a pit of 100 trials-esc optional enemy gauntlet where you go through a tower of 100 floors with something to fight on each floor in order to progress, & each 10 floors there's a boss [the first 7 being a hologram of a guardian of a kingdom, the 8th being holograms of the rulers of the bad kingdoms all at once, the 9th being a hologram of Nexus, and the last one being hologram of a younger teen version of Merdock (who looks similar to Theo)] in order to get rare and powerful weapons for each character

-extra bosses in the Orange Kingdom, Red Kingdom, & Green Kingdom chapters if you lose the mini-games of those chapters [like if you lose the Candy Bowl, you'll have to fight Candyman, if you lose the joust Theo has to fight the winner, if you lose the Deep Fryer Rally Theo, Ben, & Lena would have to fight Fritz & Fritz Jr. (but you’ll still get chased out regardless)  & if you lose the Veggie-Games you have to fight, the team leader of the winning team with Lena, Ben, Nina, & Inca]

-the bosses added as the final boss to the chapter include:

the Mind Control machine turning into a giant baker robot in the Orange Kingdom chapter

Jomanda betraying the Red Kingdom by summoning a Hydra to attack the village after the big fight with Alex in the Red Kingdom chapter

a mechanized dinosaur tank that has the big laser cannon that Alex used to almost destroy the legumes on it's head and two small ones on it's arms (kind of like the Barrel Dragon from Yugioh) that the scientists made Alex that'll you'll have to defeat it on the train before it crashes into the castle in the Brown Kingdom chapter

a powered up Alexander Bluebeard who's gone mad with Nutri-Power (like he eats a big platter consisting of a Grilled Shrimp, Bell Pepper, and Steak Kabob, a bowl of Red Beans & Rice as for a Side, and a Strawberry Yogurt Smoothie as a Drink, and this fills his the Nutri-Powers to the max, and will use more foods in the fight to boost his stats) in the Blue Kingdom chapter

& that Two-Headed Dog from the first episode of Season 6 breaking in through the ceiling of the pyramid just as they were forming the Triads of Light & Darkness to attack the heroes in the Green Kingdom chapter

-Some of the timelines would be connected together to match the form of play, in the Red Kingdom chapter, at the end of the section where Theo, Genevieve, and Nose crash into the salt desert and have to reach the dragon, it would have Theo talking to the dragon, and then cuts to Genevieve & Nose waiting near the Volcano, fire coming out the top, and the Dragons coming after them and then cuts to black and you’d to a few moments earlier where it has the Red Kingdom preparing to defend the kingdom and have the big battle between Alex, with a neverending heard of G-Squads coming during the fight, until it’s interrupted with Theo, Genevieve, & Nose coming in riding on the dragon, and Theo & Genevieve joining the battle & in the Brown Kingdom chapter, it’ll have you play through Theo, Ben, & Guardian Brown getting trapped in the mine first, and when it gets to the point where Theo gets knocked out from exhaustion in the desert, then it cuts to earlier in the day where you play as Nina and go with Johnny to find the treasure and as the two fights Curling Stone & Betty, it would be interrupted with Theo coming in still unconscious as his medallion drags him into it, where Nina & Johnny gives him some Water, Theo joins the fight, and the battle continues, and then it would lead to Theo, Lena, Ben, Nina, & Johnny getting together to go deal with the war only when they get there they discover Alex using the weapon he got from his Father’s Diary on the Legumes

-the Pink Kingdom wouldn't do that whole alternate vision thing where everything is good when you're hypnotized but gross when you aren't, it would all look good, smell good, and taste good (which is how they get the people to be hypnotized by it), but still give you the negative effects of eating too much sugar (even when Lena & Nina enter it for the first time, and your playing as Lena you have the option to keep trying the candy from the Mistresses over and over again until you say no and trigger the first fight with the matrons or until a sudden snap happens and it shows that Lena's lost a tooth, and it would lead to her getting so disgusted at everyone's teeth and big bodies that she just yells everyone to stop, and that triggers the first fight between the Lena and the mistresses, with it later in the fight having it introduce Sid as he jumps into battle)

-whenever you are at sea (floating or diving) in the Blue Kingdom chapter, it would have you doing a board game esc movement, where you draw where you want to go, and it will move in that path, and as you move enemies can move in you too and can cause battles, it kind of works like "Star Fox Command" on the Nintendo DS

-the game has you leveling up your party members of Theo, Lena, Ben, & Nina in order to improve their stats, but there's also Guest Party members who can't level up and are part of certain parts of the story or when you find and meet up with them after you completed a chapter (but they'd leave if you leave the area too far), and they include

Sid for the Orange Kingdom chapter (he's a healer like Nina)

Genevieve (or the Black Knight early on) for the Red Kingdom chapter (she's a fighter like Theo)

Johnny for the Brown Kingdom chapters (he's a shooter like Lena)

Alexander Bluebeard for the Blue Kingdom chapters (who's only available when you have your pact with him) (he's a Brawler like Ben)

Inca for the Green Kingdom chapters (she's a shooter)

Fritz Jr. for the Dragon’s Fury Challenge section in the Red Kingdom chapter (where it would have more enemies there than puzzles and traps) & the Submarine and Neptune’s Trials part of the Blue Kingdom chapter (he's a fighter)

and FYI, the different classes each shows different ways of fighting and different weapons, this is the list of them:

Fighters like Theo uses Swords and other Melee weapons and attacks by pressing certain buttons with certain timing

Shooters like Lena uses Arrows and Guns and attacks by aiming at the right target by trying to keep the cursor in the center of the circle as the cursor moves on it's own

Brawlers like Ben uses Shields and Heavy Swords and attacks by holding a button down and letting go in the right time

Healers like Nina uses water to help other party members regain their health, and doesn't need to press buttons to attack

also all each character’s attack moveset would be determined on the weapon they use (which the weapons you can use are determined by a character’s Level an whenever if it has a “G” on it so that Guest Party Members can use it), as it has different attacks and added effects for it, and an added move specific for each character, Theo can get charge his attack for two turns, Lena can analyze the enemy to reveal it’s stats (including showing the amount of Health it has left onscreen), Ben can guard with his belly, and Nina can use her cuteness to try lower the opponents defenses

-the whole quest would have it not only regaining the seven kingdoms but also to find all the stones from the start, not just starting at the end of the Red Kingdom chapter [so in the beginning of the game Theo already has the White Stone but gets it's power after talking to a Kangaroo Rat in Racing Gear as one of the Guardians of the Temple of Nutrition, he finds the Yellow Stone from a tower in the Yellow Kingdom that used to bring the people hope but worn out when Ty-Paw’s army kept attacking, and after a vision with a Journey to the West-esc monkey in the Temple of Nutrition about never give up doing what's right, Theo gets the stone and uses it's powers to defeat the invading army, and in the Orange Kingdom chapter (where it would have the 2nd test be facing the Magician Rabbit from episodes 1 & 2 of Season 6 instead of fruit bats, cause the beginning of the Black Kingdom chapter would have it start with them using Theo’s pendant to power up the Rocket into Space) the Orange Stone is in the tower used to power the Antenna for the hypnosis machine, and after a vision from the Stone Monster in the Temple of Nutrition (when it had the pendant force Theo onto the stone when it looked like he tripped when they were trapped in the iron capsule) where he talks about trusting others and try listening to what they have to say, Theo gets the stone after he and his friends getting free from being locked up in the iron capsule thanks to Guga and uses the power of the stone to turn the Pink Kingdom into a Giant Fruit Filled Garden (as shown by a cutscene of all the buildings from the Pink Kingdom being crushed and destroyed by vines & growing trees and it having a shimmer of light peek from the cloudy skies and keeps growing more and more until the sky is completely bright and blue)], and each time the players complete a chapter and get the stone & gain it's power, you get an extra special move you can do by filling up a gage by doing good button commands when attacking to do special things to happen to attack foes or help yourself (like the Star Spirits or the Crystal Stars from "Paper Mario")

-there would be a travelling chef character in towns all over the kingdoms where you can make different recipes using different foods (which all the kingdoms will have food from all the different food groups from the start, cause they'd like to keep in touch with eachother) to turn and combine ordinary foods you have into better foods to the increase the amount of stats you'd gain (for example, if you have an Egg you can eat for extra attack power, but when you give it to the chef along with a Wedge of Cheese & a Grilled Ham Leg, he'll make it into an Omelette where it would not only give you tons more attack power than a regular egg but also extra health as well and extra defense too) and it will even have a recipe log with tons & tons of different recipes

-and lastly in the beginning of the game when you start a new save file, you may not be able to change the characters' names, but you'd be able to explain a little bit about you the player, including your name, what kind of playstyle you want to do for button commands (which are described by Theo's Grandfather as an Easy Game or to play a Little Bit Harder) so all players can enjoy it, and you'd also put which food group your favorite food is (which will give a slightly more better chance at getting extra stats when you eat a food), and it would be a profile for each time you'd do a PvP battle or play an online minigame with someone, they're kind of like street passes

I just think it would be a perfect fit, don’t you think?

[whitehairedclea]

Red Roulette part VI

Suddenly the phone rang. Helena came over to answer, glad that she would get away from the strange conversation with the drunk Balalaika.

"Hello? I'm drinking with the Soviets right now, so fast"

On the other side, Sebastian said gaspingly, "... they stole! That!"

Helena looked for a moment as if she was going to pinpoint what had been stolen. Quickly, however, this special thing broke through the drunken state of mind.Her face returned to its natural colors, as if instantly  sobering.

“The fox sensed another enemy”, Balalaika thought.

“Close the casino now, I'll be right back," Helena said and hung up the phone.

She put her coat over her shoulders and was about to leave when at the last minute she turned to Balalaika "Little problems, maybe we'll talk next time".

It was on the corner of Tenth and Eleventh Streets. The quickest route for her was to cross Ninth Street and walk past the GoofFest strip club. It was owned by the African-American Rowan "Jackpot" Pidgeon, who recently started dressing up his girls in red wigs. Satisfying customers' bizarre fantasies. Helena felt sick at the thought of it. But she had no other choice. She moved briskly forward. A huge neon sign caught her attention, and in front of the entrance there was a group of girls waiting for customers. One of them, a petite blonde, seemed to be clearly leading. At her snap of fingers, the other lit her cigarette."You're right, Candy!" "You're so smart!" they shouted over each other. There must be a queen in every anthill, but for a split second Helena wondered why this particular girl. She looked virtually identical to the others.That's when she heard a fraction of the conversation.

"Candy! Do you think he's gonna come back here? Do you think? That would be so amazing!" one said, lightly bouncing in excitement.

"Of course!” Candy shouted “That was only three months ago, stupid. He's the biggest big deal in town, so he's busy now!"

"You would be like the Queen of Roanapur!" The brunette smiled, then walked over to the car that had just pulled up. After a brief agreement on the terms, she jumped inside. Helena was just about to pass them when one sentence caught her attention. Enough to even stop.

"Neither of us managed to reach Mr Chang even once! BUT you on the knees! In his car ! oh my my!”

“What a dumb bitches”, thought Helena “what the fuck is this cult "

She couldn't believe how much simple blowjob could be idealized. Who she thought she was to keep others under her heels when she was just like them. Helena coughed to get their attention.

"And you think that now you will be like some fucking Pretty Woman? He will come back to you and will create a happy family ? And they’ll live happily ever after ...I want to vomit“

The laughter stopped and Candy's face was like a trampled ant on the sidewalk.You can try to escape reality, but it was almost like a disease. Helena felt a rush of satisfaction.

"WHO should a girl like me be if she is not living in her dreams you fucking bitch?"

"... whoever she wants to be. A woman can be whoever she wants, even in such a lousy town.”

"Really? Haha, funny, I wonder if you really never satisfied a guy to get something!”

Helena did not like the raised tone of her voice, so she walked closer to her. Pressing her against the wall. Her red lips were practically touching Candy’s ear. With a slight smile on her face, she replied:

"The difference, sweet Candy, is that I was satisfying men who satisfied me MORE"

She looked at all the girls as if she were going to let them know there was no point in treating Candy special. 

Suddenly a car drove up to the club calling one of the girls. They looked at each other which one was to go. Helena grabbed Candy's hand and threw her towards the car.

"Since it's hard for you to wake up, I'll help you see reality" she added and moved on. The other girls stepped back to make way for her. These kind of woman pissed her the most - powerless. Not because of their weaknesses but because they agreed to be weak. They chose the path of an ant. That was the thing what pissed her the most. She wasn't so surprised that Chang was like an Apollo for them. The head of the Triad, rich boss with the highest builting in the city, unapproachable and mysterious. It was better for them to wake up now and maybe try to do something for themselves. For Helena, it was slitting the throat of the club owner and taking the premises. They'll never probably do that and just be stuck in an anthill.

She didn't look back and wished she hadn't wasted so much time. "You handle some bitches business like you don't have your own problems" she said to herself. 

She finally made it to the casino, where Sebastian opened the door for her. Several workers were already waiting inside.

"How did this happen?" she asked calmly, lighting a cigarette.

"Boss, nothing happened, we'll arrange everything" said one of them.

It made Helena really mad. She tossed the standing bottle at him.

"MY DIAMOND WAS FUCKING STOLEN! AND NOTHING HAPPENED ?!"

[weaselle]

DEAD EARTH MASTER POST

DEAD EARTH CHAPTER ONE

Breen was in over his head, he could tell that much. But when the crowd in the arcade pit had started to close in on the man with the ears, Breen had stepped up beside him without thinking. The man was tall, with dark skin, and when his hat had gotten knocked off revealing ears that were, fox? cat? well, several of the crowd were Colony Loyalists, and they began hissing things like “shifter” and “genie” and one of them shoved the man from behind. Breen shoved that man back, and when the man with the ears had darted away through the crowd Breen didn’t fancy being left alone with a bunch of loyalist knucklers, so he dipped along with him.

They exited into an alley through a door that caused alarms to sound, and footed it fast just ahead of a six pack of the loyalists, turned a corner, and found themselves trapped in a dead end alley. The man with the ears was pressing buttons on his belt.

“Hey,” said Breen, “those guys are gonna be --“ and then they were, and it was too late.

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Three of them turned out to have sticks of some kind, and two of those went for Mr. Ears while the other one paired up with an unarmed buddy of his to lay into Breen.

It was happening too fast for him to keep track of, he took a numbing blow to the shoulder, landed a punch to someone’s ribs, caught a fist on his cheekbone, grabbed a wrist and yanked someone hard into the wall to his back. The three combatants next to him were a busy blur “Get them down so we can tie ‘em” yelled one of the two still in the mouth of the alley, and Breen had an ankle kicked out from under him and went to one knee. The man with the ears and his attackers brushed by him and the attacker facing Breen was sort of gathered into that brawl. “Fuck!” somebody shouted, as someone else screamed in horror and pain, and all of a sudden there was nothing happening, as the group of men stood back from them.

Breen stood back up. The man he’d yanked into the wall had retreated halfway down the alley and was leaned over with his hands on his knees pouring blood out of his nose. One of the others was in a crumpled heap at the feet of the dude with ears, a messy hole in the side of his neck. Ears, crouching slightly, was covered in blood and grinning a fanged expression devoid of humor.

“You gene-shifted piece of shit,” said one of the men, stepping through the rest to stand in front of them. He unzipped his light jacket, and they could see the butt of a gun holstered under his arm. “you’re gonna die”

“I may,” said the man with the ears, “ but you definitely will. I’m a Galloglas”

That seemed to faze the man facing them, and he stopped. Into the second he spent frozen, a woman’s voice sounded from the mouth of the alley. “Hoy, Jackal, you need a hand in here?”

The man with the ears, Jackal, wiped his hands on the back of his pants and straightened, “Good to see you Captain, these fellows and I were just playing a game of Guess Who’ll Die”

“Oh,” she looking at the men in front of her “for fun? Or, are we taking bets. Because I bet it’s them.”

Their attackers were stuck between Jackal, Breen, and the woman behind them, and they didn’t like that at all. Some of them had turned and Breen got a look at her, leaning a shoulder against the wall nonchalantly, one hand hanging loose near her hips while she inspected the nails of the other. One of the loyalists glanced back at Jackal, looked at her again, said “Fuck this” and left, edging very carefully past the woman at end of the alley. The guy with the busted nose went with him.

“And then there were three,” said the woman, tilting her head and looking at the remaining men with mild interest.

The guy with the gun said “Galloglas, hunh?”

“I am,” said the woman.

“I hear you folks think you’re hot shit”

“Some people seem to think so,” she shrugged

The man with the shoulder holster sneered, “Well I think --“ and his hand snaked under his arm.

“He’s -- !“ Breen started to shout a warning, but suddenly the woman’s fist had a pistol in it and she had somehow already fired three shots and was holstering it before the man ever got his own weapon out.

“-- got a gun...” Breen finished, shocked, looking down at the three dead men.

The woman ignored him and brushed past, going to Jackal. “You okay, Jacks?”

“Yeah, lost my hat, these fools got a look at my ears, made a thing out of it. Sorry, Captain”

“Here,” she said, unwinding a scarf from her neck and handing to Jackal, who used it as a headscarf to conceal his ears once more. “Who’s your friend?” she asked him, indicating Breen with her head.

“Dunno, he stepped up when these colony boys closed on me in the arcade.”

“Any good?”

Jackal lifted a shoulder “He can take a punch”

“Hey,” said Breen, “Hey! I’m like, right here”

Neither of them looked at him; Jackal grinned. “Sticks up for himself” he observed, then quirked an eyebrow, “and for others...”

“Right,” said the woman, turning to face Breen “I’m Hex, what’s your name?”

“I’m Freghzer Breenlund, from Americo Lunar 4, but my friends call me Breen; nice to meet you” he said, holding out his hand.

Hex left his hand hanging there and squinted at him in amused judgement “You always tell such long stories Breen?” Before he could come up with a reply she said “C’mon fresh-face, this is an awful lot of dead bodies for this part of the system, we gotta get out of here. But first you’re gonna help me an’ Jacks stick these fuckers in bottom of this garbage tank.”

A little while later, they arrived at a bar. Well, a place that sold alcohol and had places to sit, anyway. Jackal had led them there, saying “the drinks would be overpriced if they paid you to have one, but nobody’s likely to notice some suspicious stains. Or a gunbelt, probably” eyeballing his captain, who had rolled her eyes and shrugged into a long thin coat from her small pack.

Hex sniffed her shot glass and set it carefully back down. Wouldn’t do to spill it, she mused, probably melt the table. Her crewman Jacques was sitting comfortably looking around the room in an idle, way, but she’d known ol’ Jackal for so many years she could tell when he was on edge.

And embarrassed. He was supposed to stay on the low, not cause a four body pile-up - that was shitty, she caught herself, he shouldn’t have to be embarrassed that those bigots were willing to fight to the death over their hatred of what, of who, he was. This trouble was not his fault, and she’d have to be sure to remind him she knew that when there was time. It was still trouble though, and had to be dealt with.

“How’d the thing go,” she asked him. He looked at her and gave a very small shake of his head. Ah. Well, the bad luck was just rolling in today, wasn’t it. She briefly laid her hand on his while looking directly into his eyes, broadcasting  reassurance and respect. He blinked and nodded slightly and took a deep breath. Went back to scanning the room for trouble.

Fresh-face had almost stopped choking on the shot he had downed. Dumb-ass from the Triad Lunar Colonies. Sure was pretty though. “Hey kid,” she said, wondering how old he was “ if you’re from Americo 4, whatchew doin’ in the Euro Quarters?”

“What? I’m-“ he coughed again, “I’m like, the same age you are.”

“Doubtful” said Hex, baiting him, rolling her eyes.

“Well” he seemed less sure, “I’m no kid, anyway. I’m 32 years old”

That wasn’t so bad. Carried himself like he was ten years younger though, fucking colonists. “So what brings you to the EQ?”

Breen’s eyes went sideways, and he ducked his head slightly as he mumbled “tried to win the VR Sprite Class Obstacle Open”

Hex narrowed her eyes “Really. VR pilot, are you?”

“No.”

“No?!”

“No, I’m an actual pilot. Real ships.”

Hex laughed “Oh no, Breeny, Breeny no, tell me you didn’t think you could win in the Lunar Pro VR racing circuit because you can fly a real ship.”

“Yes. I’m good at it.” he declared sullenly.

“Oh! Well then,” she responded too cheerfully, “I didn’t realize you were a good pilot. Won the Sprite Obstacle Cup no problem then, I  imagine, good pilot like you, hmm?”

She could see he didn’t like it, but he just looked down into his empty shot glass. “No.”

Awww. She stopped teasing. “So... how’d you do?”

“Lost in the 5th heat”

Shit, that wasn’t bad, really. For a non-pro newbie. “Don’t feel too down, Breeny, VR is very similar to reality, but it’s not exactly the same as racing a real ship, and the people you were racing, they live in that difference every day.”

“Yeah,” he said bitterly, “I sort of caught on to that”

“So what is it that has a good pilot like you entering the VR pro racing circuit, anyway? Can’t find a real ship to fly?”

Breen sighed a big sigh. “That’s not it. I have a ship, nice little sprite class hauler. Saved up for a decade, thought I found one just needed a bunch of cosmetic work, real good price. Then as soon as I bought the ship, these new licensing fees got voted in, plus it turns out the guy I bought from had rigged the torque rings with fucking pig iron bearings -- worked fine for the test flight, broke the bearings to pieces on the way back to Luna. Half melted one of the torque rings and damaged some of the back end frame running her dirty to get to a dock.” He stared morosely at the table top, drawing invisible circles with the bottom of his empty shot glass. “By the time I had the paperwork cleared and the frame repairs done, replaced the inner ring and outfitted it with proper chromed titanium bearings, I’d spent all the money I had saved to start my first venture. So. Got a ship. Got a crew even. But I’m broke and I can’t use my ship and crew to go earn some money ‘cause I can’t fuel up or supply the ship at all, and the crew wants bank trust receipts up front. Fuck. Fuck! I really needed to win that race.” He looked ready to cry.

Hex was intrigued. He wasn’t cutting very fine a figure as a captain, but she could respect the hustle. Plus, the whole thing was lining up to work out just the way she needed it, and that was a rare thing indeed. “Hey,” she said, waiting until he met her eyes. “Sometimes these things have a way of working out. I just may be the answer to your problems. Although, in true Galloglas fashion I’d be answering your problems with more problems.” Breen was looking confused. “Breen, my lad, you’ll never guess what Jackal and me were doing at the EQ Arcadium... care to guess? No? That’s no fun, okay fine, well, as a matter of fact, we were there trying to hire a ship. And we can pay up front.” She half turned her head without letting her eyes leave Breen’s. “What do you think, Jacks?”

“What do I think?” said Jackal, staring over her shoulder toward the front door “What I think is those two assholes from the alley went and found some friends from higher up the food chain, that’s what I think”

[sasorikigai]

BLOOD TIES - Prelude Meta

Years ago, a great war between realms brought the universe to the brink of destruction. In their most desperate hour, Earthrealm's champions rallied in strength and spirit—saving their world from the forces of evil. In the years that followed, there existed a peace between realms for the first time since the Mortal Kombat tournaments began. But peace did not last for long...

The story begins in the Himalayan wilderness with Kenshi Takahashi battling infamous Red Dragon member Hsu Hao and other Red Dragon members with Takeda Takahashi, his son. While Kenshi is quick to attempting to subdue his enemies in order for Takeda to escape, Kenshi incites by trespassing the Shirai Ryu Territory, which smoothly transitions forth Hanzo Hasashi’s abrupt intervention, which quickly disposes of Hsu Hao by a skewered kunai to his chest, with a flaming fist impaling the Red Dragon’s head. 

Even in this brief fighting scene, it could be referenced that Kenshi and Hanzo has been close friends, who would reciprocally save each other’s lives, and acting not only on vengeance, but justice (but this parallel and ongoing concept when it involves Hanzo will come later on, repeatedly, in fact). 

"Good is not nice, polite, well-mannered, self-righteous, or naive, though good characters may be some of these things."

Hanzo Hasashi may be a redeemed character who has gone through hell and back to experience growth and redemption, but he is a natural loner - a lone wolf throughout the franchise, ever since he lost his family, his clan, along with his life. His senses of duty may force him to perform heroic acts, but he does not consider chitchat or politeness to be parts of their obligations, lest someone really deserves it through mounted trust and reciprocation as it is extremely hard to downright trust anyone. Also, he may want to be an affable person, but Hanzo believes that being nice does not always get things done, and that doing good requires them to be harsh and cruel, particularly if he has to teach something. This may be an intermittent effect, applied only when necessary; to train Takeda, who wasn’t obviously handpicked by Hanzo himself, but taking care of him on Kenshi’s behalf. 

Hanzo may be no longer an Anti-Hero, nor Vigilante Man, but he still harbors that significant dualism in a sense that he could be a genuinely friendly, sociable, caring person, always looking out for his friends and family and trying to do the right thing. It's just that this niceness doesn't extend to giving free passes to the truly vile and horrific among his enemies (Quan Chi in canon, Havik in the comics). They are the reason why the villain should Beware the Nice Ones, especially since Hanzo is not gonna wait to be angered or snap before the inevitable beatdown/killing begins. Hanzo will find them, will stop them and (if they're lucky) will kill them before they can hit that Berserk Button (where Hanzo fails, which will come later on with Hanzo vs. Havik fight). 

The Shirai Ryu Temple is full of Shirai Ryu warriors who lost their families in the Netherrealm War, sole survivors like Hanzo Hasashi himself. It’s a jarring reminder of his death, and resurrection as Scorpion, as he would serve as the Enforcer of the Netherrealm on Quan Chi’s leash... With all things past him, as Kenshi Takahashi helped Hanzo to get him out of the darkness, Hanzo reciprocates the good deed upon them. Kenshi has his own vengeance as Kenshi was performing a deep covert cover mission to eradicate the Red Dragon’s cult leader, Daegon. When his cover was blown, his son living in Thailand was also blown and Suchin (Kenshi’s wife) was killed in gruesome matter before Kenshi could get there, but Suchin was smart enough to hide Takeda in the next town, to escape slaughter. Hanzo takes him in, as he sought revenge and find death. Takeda fears and resents Hanzo, because he is a wraith from hell. Kenshi, intimately knowing of Hanzo’s demons, tells his son that Hanzo conquered his own years ago. When Hanzo catches Takeda running away from the Shirai Ryu Compounds, he catches up to the boy and tells him. 

“You are a survivor, Takeda, like me. But Shirai Ryu do not run. We fight.” 

This philosophy, the strong, iron-willed Sasori Hanzo wears will be a continued ouroboros that will repeatedly return as the comics’ events continue. It will also become the catalyst in Takeda’s harbored strength as he grows from a weak boy to a formidable warrior. 

Hanzo trains Takeda, as the young Takahashi battles Forrest Fox, who comes on top as he gets beaten over and over again. Years later, Takeda simply feints using his speed, instead of countering Fox when he attacks. Hanzo immediately calls Takeda out for playing around, even when he could have utilized his advantage to strike at first opportunity given. Hanzo does not hold back with his criticism, be imposing and charismatic when he needs to be, while also offering protection towards Takeda, as he assigns Fox to protect him. 

"Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys; look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death."

Imposing, intimidating and austere, Hanzo Hasashi, at least before the events of MKX storyline still harbors the duality of his personality (Hanzo and Scorpion), Scorpion being that of vengeance, hatred and wrath, while Hanzo is his humanity and compassion. One of the worst things Hanzo’s enemies can ever do with him is to do something that gets him well and truly furious, because rage makes him close to being unbeatable despite him being a mortal being now. He will go into a frenzy and become stronger, faster, braver, more agile and more indestructible than he has ever been, and he will annihilate anyone who stands in his way. In Takeda’s training, Hanzo is most definitely harsher with him than any of the other handpicked ninjas, for Forrest Fox comments on “If you thought Hanzo was a harsh master before, wait until you meet the real Scorpion.” And Hanzo regards the Shirai Ryu as his blood and family - For Hanzo Hasashi is a Grandmaster, a commander cares deeply about their men and exhibits it constantly. A mentor to the officers (generals and ninjas) under them, Hanzo takes a deep personal interest in their welfare and try to keep them out of harm's way. Even those non-kombatants, who stay behind the front defense line (those that work in infirmary, women who take care of the ninjas, as being a traditional Japanese setting, there still are more women non-kombatants than their male counterparts) will be treated with utter respect and made to feel as valued as the ninjas on the front line.

Hanzo thinks of being abruptly interrupted by Raiden - unexpected and unwelcomed - as the Thunder God warned Hanzo of the Netherrealm Invasion damaging cosmic barriers that protect the Earth from realms beyond. A powerful demon from another realm broke through before Raiden could repair them. Hanzo comments that it is Raiden’s fault, and as he recalls his memory, comments to Takeda that if this demon shows up, warns that warriors don’t dance around it, but kill it before it kills him. Forrest Fox, corrupted with the Blood Code, massacres almost all of the Second Shirai Ryu and takes Takeda to Grandmaster Hasashi, who is in a mental entropy; a state produced by a psychedelic from Hanzo’s own poison collection, reliving old times to stroke the fire until vengeance consumes him. He struggled years to control his vengeful spirit, and now he’s lost yet another family, corrupted Fox waits for what Hanzo will become. 

In his poison-induced delirium, Hanzo remembers the tragic, agonizing event, seemingly from a lifetime ago, Hanzo fights against Lin Kuei warriors, and comes across Harumi (Kana) and Satoshi (Jubei), who are solid frozen with Sub-Zero before him. That day, Hanzo has lost everything - his family, his clan - as he thinks himself becoming Scorpion, the hellfire never being able to burn him whole. Takeda refuses to kill Hanzo, and Fox calls on an occasion where Hanzo has been especially hard on him, considering Hanzo handpicked every fighter he trained, except Takeda, and calls him a runner, not a warrior. Hanzo gives into Scorpion’s persona, burning Fox in hellfire, then Takeda splits him in half, killing corrupted Fox as they burn the Shirai Ryu Compounds, and plans to visit Raiden, to have him beg for mercy. 

Since Hellfire is often explicitly magical in nature, it may also have other affects or the way it does what it does is different from conventional fire. While normal fire might melt something with heat, Hellfire may just disintegrate it entirely, or even go against the annihilative nature of the fire itself, as it was shown with corrupted Forrest Fox under the Blood Code. Maybe whatever normal fire affected will be hot after but eventually the heat will die down but with Hellfire, the object may stay hot or even feel cold. More than that, when used on a living creature, Hellfire might not hurt it the same way as normal fire. Instead of burning the body, Hellfire may burn the soul and physical injuries are the result of a wounded spirit that may never heal. And this also goes along with how Hanzo faced his violence; immoral, thriving on hatred rather than love, not only it destroyed communal sense of his wholeness, it left his world in monologue, rather than dialogue. 

Hellfire itself was a stark metaphor of his violence ending by defeating itself, Hanzo Hasashi’s own triad of body, mind and soul. For it had created bitterness in a sole survivor within him and brutality in destroying them as his cruel madness pulverized so many innocents. 

At this point, Hanzo’s hatred towards Raiden is rampant; for he blames the Thunder God for giving him the Kamigodu Dagger, then having the Second Shirai Ryu massacred, to come close to losing almost everything, save for Takeda and his own life.