#there was this weird aura of danger the whole time

[amygdalae]

dreamt i was in a surreal unsettling low poly indie game that does not exist

[sleepingdead96]

Prepared for Anything Pt. 2

Part 3, MasterPost

Gotham was a terrible place to live.

It was great.

People weren’t overly friendly or familiar with people they didn’t know, meaning they paid Danny no mind. No one mentioned he had fangs. No one commented on his slightly pointed ears. And no one questioned his strange ability to ward off muggers and would be criminals without even having to speak to them. His ghost aura came in handy sometimes.

It also mean that rent was dirt cheap. Especially in Crime Alley where Danny had taken up residence. It was made even cheaper by the fact that Danny didn't need heating with his ghostly physiology. It cut a lot down on bills. Not that it really mattered much. As Ghost King, he had an abundance of funds that he wasn’t sure he could dry it up within fifty lifetimes, let alone his one. However immortal it was.

The downside was the old wiring. Leaving him here. Eating Mac and cheese out of the pot he’d been cooking up as he watched the fire flicker and smoke plume out the windows.

Now, Danny hadn’t been planning to flee his apartment, it’s not like he woulda been in any danger, but his neighbour, some guy named Jason, had gone door to door, ensuring everyone was following the fire drills that children learned in elementary school which were ultimately incredibly flawed. Who really believed that an entire school of children would stay calm and collected during an actual fire?

Jason was nowhere to be seen now, though. Danny wondered if he was okay, but that guy currently helping a family out onto a fire escape, Red Bird. . .Red Helmet or something, would probably make sure he was. He was apparently a crime lord, but a good one?. . . .

. . .

Gotham was weird.

Just as the red guy and the family reached the ground, a scream for help called from the second top floor. They sounded young. Danny looked up to see a little girl at a window and flames raging too close for her to go anywhere.

Well. . . that was concerning. Who had left such a young kid unattended? 

Red Dude was dashing out to the front of the building to get his bearings, looking for a way up. He wouldn’t be able to reach the girl using the fire escape. Danny took another bite of his Mac and Cheese, watching as the man’s grapple gun jammed.

Danny heaved a deep sigh. 

He supposed he would have to get involved.

Leaving the crowd of tenants that had huddled on the sidewalk, Danny trudged back across the street and into an alley. He went far enough that no one would see him and opened a portal. With one hand, he reached in, found purchase on his quarry, and turned away to drag the ladder out and behind him.

Danny found Trigger-Happy-Dude starting to scale the building. Danny interrupted him before he got too far.

He belatedly wondered where the fire-fighters and cops were.

“Oh, hey, look what I randomly found in that alley.”

Red Dude paused to look at him. Looked at the ladder trailing behind Danny.

“It’s a ladder.” Danny raised it slightly from his lazy hold, noting how much he felt like he was giving an infomercial right now. “Pretty long, huh? Long enough to reach that floor, I bet.” Danny added helpfully with an encouraging nod. “How fortuitous.”

The Red Dude was quick to drop down and take it from him, but stared at Danny the whole time as if was abnormally weird.

Which was rude. Danny was just abnormal, thank you very much.

“Uhh. . .good work.” Red Dude said, setting up the ladder with Danny’s help. The vigilante tested it for stability. 

Danny scoffed. As if he would purposefully tamper with it.

Which wasn’t too far-fetched in this city.

Red Dude deemed it acceptable. “Hold it steady for me, would ya?”

Danny nodded.

The man climbed up and Danny held both sides, pouting down at his pot of Mac and Cheese he’d had to set aside for the moment.

Ah, the sacrifices he makes.

Across the street, there were a multitude of cheers as Red Dude reached the little girl and settled her on his front like a backwards piggy-back hold.

Danny stepped aside when Red reached the bottom to pick his pot back up.

Sirens cut into the roar of flames above their heads and the loud call of the tenants that had lasted rather short, a few half-hearted cheers dying on the wind.

It was the middle of the night. Everyone was tired.

The mother of the little girl ran up to take her child and flagged down the first paramedic to arrive on the scene.

Danny returned his gaze to Red Dude who equally eyed him. Or at least, Danny assumed. His head was facing him.

“You’re that guy who punched out Joker.”

Danny paused with his fork halfway to his mouth. He slowly brought it the rest of the way. “How’d you know about that?”

“Cameras.” Hood tapped his helmet with a finger. “I saw RR and Robin’s video feed.”

Danny hummed, nodding along as he chewed. He wasn’t terribly concerned. Danny was just a random guy that happened to punch another random guy. It probably happened all the time in a place like Gotham. There was no need for further investigation into who Danny was. The vigilantes had probably forgotten all about him until this instant.

Red Dude looked at his pot. “That’s what you’re eating?” He said, somehow conveying judgement through the modulator.

“Yep.” Danny took another bite. After a moment of contemplation, he left the fork in his mouth to produce another from his hoodie pocket. He held it out to Red Dude. “Mac and Cheese?”

The dude leaned back slightly and his crossed arms gave the impression he was offended. “You just carry forks around in your pockets?”

Danny shrugged. “Ah, ya know, never leave home without a back-up fork.”

Red Dude considered him for another moment and Danny thought he’d decline. But then, he shrugged, his stance relaxing somewhat. “Sure.” He accepted the fork.

[timeskip]

Gon and Killua's relationship is so. Here is Killua's first friend and he is light itself and Killua hates himself in comparison to him. Here is Gon's first friend his age and being with him reminds Gon that the journey should be fun and they should be kids. Gon doesn't know that Killua hates himself in comparison, he just sees Killua as a friend who gets flustered and shuts down at compliments--but he doesn't know why, he doesn't REALLY understand the lack of love Killua has had his whole life.

When it comes to how Gon sees Killua, it's easy to forget how much Gon doesn't know... He knew Illumi, he knew "I want to be friends with Gon" and he knew Illumi's reaction to that ("you are incapable of friendship") but he doesn't linger on it. There's an anger and protectiveness that lights Gon up from within even that first time he saves Killua, a part of this radiance that Killua clings to and also believes he's not allowed to have near him. This love, this familiarity, Illumi's promise of betrayal that Killua and Gon are both aware of but which Gon has stopped seeing as important, it's something that Gon has accepted. He doesn't think about it, because why should he? Killua is with GON now, they're friends now, they don't have to think about the fact that Killua used to be told he was incapable of that.

(And to a degree, this is part of Gon's emotional repression technique to dealing with problems he can't immediately rush down and Fix, and he won't think about that until it snowballs into something unignorable.)

And Gon loves Killua and feels safe with him, and he protected Killua from his family. That's not to say he isn't aware that the Zoldycks are still dangerous, or even that Killua doesn't still have effects of them raising him, but Killua never shows that to Gon. He never talks about Illumi's voice in his head or the idea of betraying his friends. He hides his habit of running. And, when Gon sees it in action, when Killua knocks him out and runs and Kite dies, Gon accepts it because Killua's agency is important to him, because Gon expects (perhaps unfairly, but he's also. 12. He's allowed to be a little dumb) for Killua to protect Gon, because if there's anyone who can stop Gon it's Killua. He lends Killua his back--he trusts Killua to watch for danger and things Gon can't do. He trusts Killua even to knock him out and run. He won't blame Killua for being (in Killua's own eyes, and the eyes of the adults) a coward.

This is the acceptance that makes Gon bright to Killua, but it's also something so profound about Gon trusting someone this much, not immediately rushing ahead and wanting to do his own thing and being stubborn about it to the point of anger at Killua. It's easy to forget how much Gon trusts Killua, even when he pushes him away and hurts him during the confrontation with Pitou. Even then, Gon stopped for him! Even though it hurts, even when he's spiraling, even though he was leaking aura, he stopped.

Because Killua is still Gon's friend. Even though (from Gon's POV) Killua has no idea the emotional weight of this--even though fighting Pitou was Gon's responsibility, not Killua's--Gon still listened. And then he makes sure that he's going to head forward alone, because in that moment he can't stand how calm Killua is being. How Killua could give forgiveness for what Pitou is doing to Komugi, because--like with Illumi--an injustice has been committed and something must be done. Can't Killua see that?

This is the thing; Gon has given his acceptance of Killua in full. He has given no such thing to Pitou. I don't think this is that weird, Gon is still forming his morals and to him Killua is! his friend!!! He loves Killua!!! He wants him by his side, an unspoken wish for him to come with him in the palace invasion!!! But there's always been a way out for Killua, the knowledge that Gon met Kite first, that Kite gave him his dream and this isn't Killua's fight. But Gon fails to see that where he put Kite on a pedestal that's only driving Gon deeper down, Killua has put Gon on a similar pedestal. They're hurting each other and Gon never meant for Killua to get in this deep; he must know that Killua is here for him and not Kite, but there's no way he knows just how much Killua sees in him. He just doesn't know, doesn't realize, doesn't think about how important he is to Killua. In some small way, Gon sees this friendship onesided, just like Killua does.

[willowser]

touya + eggplant ; 3.2k ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚

touya's message comes across in the early afternoon, when you know he should be working.

the image that comes to mind is — hilariously sweet: him in ill-fitting trousers and freshly combed hair, leaning too far into some desk as he fiddles with his phone. biting his lip, most likely, running the very tip of his tongue across the hole his piercing left behind; amused.

it'd be even better, you think, if he wasn't sending you three eggplant emojis and nothing else.

it's bold, and startlingly so. enough that your heart rate skyrockets and sweat forms instantly on the back of your neck, in the creases of your palms, as you overanalyze three cartoon vegetables harder than you ever have in your life. you could easily believe he's sending this as a drunken joke, but he's been stone-cold sober since he was released, and if that had changed, even in the slightest, yumi would have told you.

you type out four different variations of the same question — asking what the hell that's supposed to mean — before sending none of them. are you...being a weirdo? eggplant emojis are inherently sexual, right? and maybe touya's been away for a while, but surely he would know that. right? in a single, wordless text, he's managed to make you sixteen again; too young to be crushing on your best friend's older brother.

— though you think of him now as he was only days ago: eyes clear and focused, razor sharp and set on you from across the todoroki living room. the very memory makes your stomach churn, violently; just a kid that should be worrying about their studies, and not about a boy that wouldn't give you the time of day.

before your thoughts can get themselves any more scrambled, another text follows suit:

yumi wants to know if u wanna come for dinner

eggplant, you tell yourself, as in the actual food that people eat. the actual vegetable, and not the dickish inquiry you thought it was. you do your best to ignore the little wave of disappointment that washes over you, and then the following crash once you realize that you wouldn't actually mind if he was asking after what you thought he was asking after; you, carnally.

you collect yourself enough to send him a normal, not weird text in response confirming that you'll be there, and his thumbs up comes across almost instantly. as if he'd been waiting for you.

touya was always in and out of their house when you and fuyumi were in school, but you caught him every now and then when things were good. safe at home, doing his best to hold down a job and stay out of trouble, soaking up a warmth from his family he never got as a kid, when their dad was around. how couldn't you have developed such a crush on him? to see him happy and whole, more dangerous than anyone expected, mysterious in a way that excited your teen heart — and kissing up to his mother at the dinner table?

you're not delusional enough to think he ever noticed you or your big goo-goo eyes, but sometimes he would stick his head into his sister's room, to grin and wiggle his eyebrows at you, before getting pelted in the head with a stuffed animal and chased away. it earned a high-pitched laugh from him, more of a game than anything sincere, but you still thought of him while staring at the ceiling in your own bedroom, wishing.

in all the time he was away — in rehab or jail or who-knows-where — you thought you'd outgrown your juvenile infatuation, but — here you are, still, with fevered cheeks at the very thought of him.

here you are, still, taking care to choose your clothes for dinner, as if it were only going to be you and him. fussing with your hair for far too long, as if he would notice. making little crescents with your nails into your palm outside the door to the todoroki house, as if you haven't been here thousands of times.

you've seen him since he's been home, of course, in the last few months, but there's been this weird aura surrounding you both, worse than it was when you were younger. you're tip-toeing around each other and you both know you're tip-toeing, and he's always wearing his little smug smile and looking too long. it's hard to be around him, really. a little easier to text, but every winky face he sends only winds you up even further.

when the front door swings open, you hold your breath unintentionally, neck straining until you realize —

it's only shouto.

"hi!" you say, trying not to sound as winded as you feel, though shouto — as usual — is unimpressed.

he blinks at you, two-toned, and almost rolls his eyes like the rotten teenager he's capable of being, attitude too much like touya's. there's a little doughy dumpling in his hand and he turns away from you while using it to wave further into the house. "she's in the kitchen."

fuyumi, even though you didn't ask. you follow him in and stick your tongue out at the back of his head, before going off to find your best friend — who is, indeed, in the kitchen, surrounded by bowls and utensils and too many real, actual eggplants.

"what did you do?" you ask upon seeing her treasure trove of purple veggies on the counter. "rob a farmer?"

there's really an absurd amount of them, though she doesn't look up from cutting one into little rangiri pieces. "no, actually, they were on sale at the farmer's market!"

you eye one closest to you before poking at it, oblong in shape and — kind of ugly. it feels odd in your hand when you pick it up, but that's probably because you're hyper-aware of every sound in the background of the house, of the burning embarrassment tucked away in your pocket in the form of touya's three emojis. shamefully, your thoughts take a dark turn, and when fuyumi finally glances up, you toss the vegetable back onto the counter too fast.

she snorts and shakes her head, pushing up her glasses with the back of her hand before pointing at the little steamer basket of dumplings near the stove. "try one! before shouto and natsuo eat them all."

you consider it for a moment before weighing just how much eggplant it seems you're going to consume tonight, and decide to wait until after dinner, if they're still there. along with her veggies, she's got a little tub of red miso out and also some pork frying in a pan, as well as too many bowls in the sink already. though you admire her passion for cooking, you know she'll wait to clean until everything is plated, and no one else will help her, so you take to starting on the dishes instead.

the frown she sends you can be felt, but you've been in this kitchen long enough that you think she should just give it up.

there's such comfort to being in here, with her, maybe because you really have done it so many times by now; the water is warm as it runs over your hands, sending little goosebumps up your arms, and you nod your head absentmindedly to the sound of her knife against the cutting board. you absorb the heat from everywhere quickly, and when you begin to smell the garlic and ginger cooking, you feel like a warm, doughy little dumping yourself.

you get lost in it with her and all the tension from the day melts, dissolves completely when you can lightly hear fuyumi humming over her sizzling pan. she tells you about some other things she bought at the market, gossip about a mutual friend you both have, she asks about the shirt you're wearing and why she's never seen it before, and you're rinsing your hands of dish soap when you hear her squeal—

"ah! get out!"

when you peek over your shoulder, you can see touya there, leaning too far over her own, smiling with full cheeks as he investigates what she's cooking. half of a little dumpling is in his hand and he looks down at it, makes a face before turning it over, and then he places it right back in the steamer.

"ew, gross!" fuyumi nudges him away with her elbow before plucking it right back out, trying to hand it back off to him. "nobody wants your half-eaten food."

and then, much to your horror, right in front of his sister — touya's eyes cut across the kitchen to you. one corner of his mouth quirks up in his little smirk and then you're whipping back around to look down in the sink, despite it being empty. his stare can be felt, too. you wonder if it's a todoroki thing.

"ew," fuyumi mumbles. you feel like you've been caught in some kind of way, though you don't doubt she clocked your affections for her older brother the minute they developed.

it's not something she's ever spoken directly to you about, however, which you're grateful for. you don't know how you would be able to handle that discussion, but she's always made sure to pass off the odd and unprompted little updates about touya over the years.

when he speaks again, it's clear his mouth is full. "shouto said he's not settin' the table."

"okay, then you go do it."

"no," touya snorts, "he's the youngest, that ain't fair."

"and you're the oldest, so you can ask him to do it."

"he doesn't listen to me and you know—"

"alright!" fuyumi sighs, and when you peek back at them, she's shoving her knife into his hands and shaking her head to herself, before stalking out of the kitchen.

you unravel out of your little dumpling warmth immediately, though your goosebumps return in full force. touya grins at you, happily, and tosses the kitchen knife in his hands in a way that looks too proficient, too dangerous for what it is. your teen heart thumps loudly in your ears, charmed and enamored by his tragic mystery.

— and then you take in his still-pristine work outfit, openly, now that he's watching you; slacks a little slouchy on his narrow hips, white shirt buttoned up to his neck. the tattoo there is covered up by bandages on purpose, and though he means to simply hide them from view, it only sharpens all his edges.

the small pink, hello-kitty band-aid on his cheek helps, too, in a cutesy way. makes you all too aware of how much has changed over the years. how much he's changed, all the work he's had to do, the dues he's had to pay. your heart swell stubbornly, seriously, and you try to shake it away.

your voice starts out small, embarrassingly enough. "you look nice in your fancy office clothes."

touya's hand slip into his pocket and he rocks back and forth on his heels once, pleased, before looking down at his loose tie. "think so? you like a white-collar man?"

you look back to the sink, shy. it pulls him in; a moth to the flame of your hesitance, and it's not a moment later that he's leaning up against the counter beside you, watching your heated face carefully. the knife at his side gleams in the kitchen light and — you're not afraid of him, couldn't be, but you wonder if anyone else has ever been.

the truth of what landed him in trouble with the law is unknown to you, the one thing fuyumi never shared, and you can't help but to be curious as to why. you're practically family at this point and it's not as if you could ever look down on them, ever, and while you couldn't possibly understand the horror they went through with their father — you can sympathize with the fact that it wasn't easy. that he left scars they'll always nurse.

touya's always been so out of your reach, despite being just down the hall. blame it on time or the slight age difference or your relationship with his sister; it's hard to hope that he could be here, at your side, truly. finally.

instead of answering, you simply turn so that you're facing him, hip leaned against the counter, and the bright eyes he has on your cheeks are almost impossible to be at the mercy of. even worse when his smile grows, boyish-ly cute.

"what, coming on too strong?" he asks, laughing quietly when you put on a brave face and roll your eyes. "figured the emojis would'a opened the door a little."

your cheeks flame, and you press your hands into them to tide back your smile at how — flirty he is. the step back you take doesn't go unnoticed. "i couldn't even believe what i was seeing when you sent those."

"oh, yeah?" the tone of his voice changes then, shifts a bit lower. if you weren't tracking his eyes as they shift down to your mouth, burning a little brighter, you might've though you'd upset him or said the wrong thing. "what'd you think i meant?"

you glance away from him, directly at the ugly eggplant you'd been fiddling with earlier, and the dark thoughts return. when you don't answer right away, he reaches over to flip on the tap, running the knife blade underneath the stream as you map the wide expanse of his hands, the length of his fingers. small, translucent scars litter his knuckles.

"i don't know," you lie, and then it seems like you have said the wrong thing, this time; touya turns a little, placing all his attention in the dish soap and the sponge you'd left out to dry.

you are sixteen, speechless, nervous by his proximity—

"you seein' anyone right now?"

—but this is not the same boy that left you behind.

you have to laugh in order to keep yourself rooted to your spot, here on earth in the todoroki kitchen, and it brings his attention right back to you. "uh," you say, lamely, "what?"

it makes him laugh, too, all your sputtering. "yeah, c'mon. i mean, i know i'm fucked in the head, but," and then he really laughs, open-mouthed, showing off the piercing still in his tongue. "i'm workin' on it, and stuff. renewed and reformed, or whatever."

"hang on," you shake your head quickly, frowning at him as you replay the words over and over; his self-deprecation is so genuine that you almost missed it. "i don't think you're...fucked in the head."

"well, that makes one of us—"

"no, touya, i'm serious," the step closer you take has him looking away, down into the empty sink; hilariously, a mirror of yourself that you never could have imagined seeing. it does strange things to your heart, your stomach, and your nerves. makes you bolder than you really are. "i've never thought that."

he doesn't say anything for long time, choosing to watch droplets of water as they fall from the faucet. his jaw works in the silence, like he's chewing the inside skin of his cheek, like he's thinking too hard.

and then he says, quietly, "i know." he continues without looking at you, sensing the confusion on your face. "i know you never did, 's'why i couldn't..."

you blink, lost suddenly in the meaning of his words and their whirlwind. you think back to all the times he grinned at you from fuyumi's doorway, how uninterested he seemed in you from across the dinner table, his silence on the rare occasions you were alone together.

you've known touya since you were fourteen and he was fifteen. you remember when their parent's got divorced and when touya got his license and when he got locked up, the first time. you've known him through so many of his bad moments and it never dimmed the little stars you had in your eyes for him, and you once thought that was a bad thing, that it would only lead to heartbreak time and time again from him. you once thought it was something only you and fuyumi knew about.

"i am tryin' now," he continues with a sigh, a little winded. "seriously. got this shitty job and am goin' to my meetings. not as big of a piece of shit." when you start to object, he shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop you from arguing. "i know, i just mean...you wanna white-collar guy, i'm a white-collar guy."

you feel shy again, especially as the high points of his cheek flush pink. boyish-ly cute. "so that's why you sent me three eggplant emojis instead of just asking me to come eat dinner?"

touya snorts. "yeah, like i said, i'm workin' on it."

"no, i..." it feels wrong to admit anything to him like this, so close as his grin grows on his handsome face, dimples showing. you've been thinking about moments like this for years, but now that it's here, you feel a little dizzy, looking into his bright eyes. "i like the eggplant emoji." you step away from him for just a moment, to grab his half-eaten dumpling, and his expression grows serious — a little dark — as you nibble on it. "i like the way you...do things."

his smile grows knife-sharp, something he's too good at wielding. "well, in that case—"

"can i come in yet? our dinner is about to burn."

you both whip around to take in fuyumi, hovering at the edges of the kitchen with her arms crossed. watching on, her cheeks tinged pink, too. you try to step away, embarrassed and caught, but touya only leans in, knocking his hip to yours.

fuyumi rolls her eyes at him, but the small smile she sends you has you wanting to be swallowed up by the floor; this isn't a discussion you've ever had to have with her, but now — it's inevitable.

you suppose you can't complain too much.

"okay, you had your moment, now get out," she sticks her tongue out at touya before shooing him away, making a small noise when he pinches your elbow teasingly. it makes him laugh when she swats at him, and he only holds up his hands and tries to drop all his weight back on her as she steers him out of the kitchen.

you fish the knife out of the sink and return to cutting another eggplant once she's back and stirring in her leeks and little miso mixture. the moment is tense between you to begin with — but then she's humming quietly under her breath and knocking her hip into yours, too, tucking you back into the comfort of this house you've always been in. this family you've always loved.

"you know," she murmurs eventually, rolling her eyes with another smile when you glance up at her face. one of the eggplants is weighed in her hands, and even she frowns down at it, before shaking it at you in a way that makes you both laugh. "he made me buy these, by the way."

—tucking you back into the comfort of this family that has, maybe, always loved you, too.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Apollo x fem Yayoi reader from Majo taisen

-When Apollo heard that his opponent was going to be a woman, he was initially going to refuse, as he believed all women should be admired and treasured, but when he heard from Heimdall that you wanted to fight, to prove yourself, Apollo agreed.

-He had heard others talking as he prepared, hearing your name being thrown around, as he was curious as what type of woman- no… what type of warrior you were.

-Some called you childish and arrogant, hearing how you had set fire to your home just to see the man you loved again when you had been alive.

-Some called you hot tempered and abrasive, ready to throw down and get into fights with anyone that you felt disrespected you, acting nothing like the nymphs Apollo usually surrounded himself with.

-It was the words of some warriors that really piqued his interest in you, “She’s a passionate young woman. Once she sets her mind on something, there’s no changing it. Apollo’s going to have his hands full with that one.”

-When he first saw you, he was stunned to meet someone so young, and even the way you dressed was a bit childish as you grinned across the field at him, lollipop in your mouth.

-You were… absolutely stunning.

-Apollo couldn’t pull his eyes away from you, not that he wanted to, your aura, your visage, everything about you was stunning to Apollo, as you weren’t hiding anything, you were showing him everything you had, confident in your skills.

-You were a bit weirded out by his staring, “Uhh you okay?” you were looking forward to a fight, but when he first saw you, he just stared at you like a weirdo.

-He instantly crossed the field and took your hands in his own, “Marry me Y/N!”

-He sudden proposal shocked everyone, the whole stadium, except for him, turning comically white, before loud shouts erupted from all over, shouting at Apollo. The gods were telling him to fight you, not flirt and propose to you, while the humans were telling him to get his mitts off of you!

-You on the other hand were stunned, as you had not been prepared to be proposed to, but there was something unique about him, something you wanted to know more about.

-Those who knew you knew that this was dangerous, because once you took an interest into someone or something, there was no changing your mind!

-For the second time, the stadium was stunned as you leapt into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, “You convinced me! I wanna learn more about you!!”

-Apollo was elated to hear your acceptance, as the stadium was stunned by what they were seeing as the newly engaged couple headed backstage.

-Ares was stammering, looking at Zeus who was laughing warmly, stroking his beard softly, “That rascal- but I suppose I can approve. Those two are very much alike!”

-Ares didn’t see it, as he shouted at Zeus that both sides needed to get new fighters for the next round, something Zeus agreed to.

[ctheathy]

Yandere Miles “Nine” Prower Headcanons

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Author’s note : Here’s the Nine hcs I promised!! Hope you enjoy these little double trouble posts <3<3

The original post with yandere Miles [Where Was My Hero?] + Similarities ➷

Nine/Reader [Romantic//Platonic]

+Slight WWMH Tails x Reader in bonus section [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs ⚠️ :

Fiercely overprotective behaviour • Slight anger issues • Severe trust issues • Slight delusional mindset • Anxiety • Jealousy • Emotional dependency • Descriptions of bullying • Nine is somewhat snappy

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Nine is a mobian who grew up mainly reclusive throughout his life until you decided to come around. Having dealt with severe bullying alongside the obvious loneliness through the years having caused in quite the instinctive distrust, and the amount of time he’s kept himself isolated in his underground workshop not helping with his antisocial behaviour in the slightest. No matter how the two of you would have met, it’s likely going to start off with you finding yourself intrigued by the nine-tailed presence. Perhaps you are a naturally doting individual, felt mesmerised by the uniqueness of the extra metallic tails, found his aura lure you in, or something else completely; But whatever is was, something you hadn’t realised is that this had caused in unintentional staring, unknowingly pushing attention onto the fox. And Nine, being the rather defensive spirit he is, would immediately assume the worst and take offense to this; resulting in you being cruelly confronted and perhaps even attacked, demanding answers for the unwanted observation. But the harmless intend you had behind your interest was quite literally the last thing he would have expected to occur.

The yellow furred fox has lacked normal interaction for a very long time, so when you start to compliment him to no end, he feels a slight sense of awkwardness, not used to the tender gestures you offered and praise slipping off’ another’s tongue so easily. It made him feel different... yet it somehow gave him a sense of closure with your words in particular. Which was surprising to him to say the least, especially as it had almost made him forget he was literal seconds away from clawing your face open with the metal tips of his tails. He knew he had met oddballs before, but you truly took it to a whole nother level. Though trust still wouldn’t be the exact wording to describe his current state right at that time, as he obviously still holds his suspicions, but your comments had certainly shut him up for a while. He would clam up and just stare at you wide eyed as you excitedly circled your way around him, not knowing what on Mobius to do about this situation. But little did he know that this would be the mere start of a dangerous soft spot starting to develop.

Though you had gotten out of harm’s way at first meeting, unfortunately for your case, this has not stopped him from continuously trying to push you away at first hand; he still thinks you’re weird... Rarely anybody had gone out of their ways to even speak to him if it wasn’t for harassment reasons, much less pamper him like you do-! He’d likely remain to add in on snarky comments, hoping it could scare you off one way or another. But even something that caught up with him over time was the realisation that despite your affectionate demeanour being quite the irritation to him at times, for some damned reason he just couldn’t dare to lay a finger on you with harmful intend. When questioned, he’d often just end up telling you and perhaps even himself that it’s purely due to the fact that you lack fighting experience and are rather delicate for your kind, giving him the opportunity to indirectly insult you once again, even if he realistically just can’t get himself to hurt you.

Another awkward one when it comes to your doting nature, but unaware of the emotional attachment that is slowly starting to form within his own mind. He’d find the growing fixation with you to be strange and uncanny to him, most likely behaving fairly cold torwards you in response, trying to reason with himself. He knows he’s more than capable taking care of himself, so why does he legit feel as if he’s dying when lacking your presence? Even his companionship with Sonic paled in comparison to what he felt torwards you. Over time he’d start noticing how much more numb he operates when you’re not around. Even when including subjects that would usually excite the fox, it’s almost as if it lost all meaning to him. It honestly being a surprise to even him how quickly attached he had gotten

For a certain while, he would even just put the blame on you for creating these changes in him so frequently; feeling as if he could have kept all his focus on a future surrounding his mechanical work until you and your mesmerising tactics came around. But this wouldn’t exactly stick with him for long, cause in the end he would really just put the accountability on himself for not escaping these sentiments while he had the chance, realising it to be irrational to blame you for something out of your control now. Even at this rate, finding himself at a dead end right about now, it really just results in a switch being flipped around inside of him; a little bit of hope wanting to give these said alliances one single try to work out for the both of you.

At first the fascination with you happened to be nothing but guilt-free, it even having been considerable as wholesome in a way. He’d especially invite you over to his workshop a lot, seeming to be incredibly thrilled telling you all about everything he’s learned over the years and show you the latest inventions he’s been working on. It almost had felt as if these moments in particular were slowly starting to recover the inner child of his that he’s lost track off a long time ago. But something you didn’t know about was the unwell side to this that also just so happened to be in growth. You’d find yourself spending more and more time in his workshop, weirdly after Nine had decided upon giving you an one hour talk on why the place was more trustable than any other out there; lecturing you without true purpose and trying to get his said conclusions across. You cannot remember when you’ve last seen the outside world, but you trust Nine. Surely you could take his word for anything ... Right?

He would be especially starved for your praise and appreciation, finding himself melting right on the spot when even just a simple compliment gets tossed his way. When being an individual who is gentle with their wording, he really takes everything that leaves your mouth to heart; but there remains a risky segment to this. Just due to how accustomed he can get to your encouragement, he can easily be put in a state of fraught when the amount of it has been too little for his liking. This also being the exact little push in making him contribute in acts that could potentially be considered as dangerous for as long as it catches your attention. He also gets severely apprehensive and rather uneasy when you need to leave his workplace for personal reasons; his anxiety being very much capable to be pushed torwards a full-on panic attack in no time. This would likely end up in him questioning the point behind their wanted leave and instead offering to do the job for them, which would eerily sound more like a demand than anything else. When the offer is insisted, however; he’ll still go with you, no questions asked, being fearful for your welfare and literally snarling at those who even dare getting too close.

If danger were to fall on you, he would absolutely lose his mind. He’s already naturally protective of those who earned his approval, and he truly expects himself to be ready for anything that could be causing them potential harm; so when a hit still does manage to strike you, it makes him feel distraught and genuinely terrified for once in a while. He believes himself to be pathetic in a way, failing in your safety despite having made a strict promise to himself to keep your fragile self in high priority. He also tends to become extremely discomposed when something like this manages to happen, which would be somewhat surprising to say the least, as he’s usually pretty collected of himself. In a scenario like this he would get on the paranoid side when it comes to your welfare; literally demanding you to remain in Sonic’s eyesight while he takes care of the little nuisance... Despite the connection that’s grown between the two, he wouldn’t even trust Sonic much when it comes to your sake, but it would have to do for now. He’d for sure go out of his way to hunt down whoever the fool was that decided to inflict harm upon you, may that be in secretive or through whatever means; he will get them to be at his mercy and he will make them pay for their unjustified actions. Not giving much care torwards his own physical self and energy levels when it comes to that; avenging you through pure wrath just to prove himself to you.

Despite the aggression tendencies he may experience from time to time, he certainly isn’t one to harm his darling in any way possible. The least that could happen is a screaming outbreak being shown and him acting somewhat snappy torwards you for a day or so, but even these are extremely rare experiences; only really happening if you continuously push his buttons and try to get on his nerves by will. And even so, he just couldn’t get himself to remain mad at you

As mentioned before, other than his overprotective demeanour, Nine honestly just makes himself out to be rather cool and perhaps even cold torwards his darling at first hand, despite it under the surface being much closer to the complete opposite. This also includes in not realising how much it could actually affect both the relationship between one another and perhaps even the darling themselves if they just so happen to be a sensitive soul. But even that little facade of his gets crumbled into bits real fast when one small tiny hunch of you wanting to leave finds itself into the picture. When given the hint that you want a break, he becomes a mess. In a sense of recollection, Nine would overextend himself and work himself to exhaustion in order to get you to come back with him. This often ending up in fighting everything and anyone to obtain items as a peace offering, believing apologies by word to be far too insignificant.

May that not work? He might already just be on the mere verge of snapping himself. He almost becomes a whole nother mobian when out in this state, his emotions and his true instability starting to show. He feels a dreadful sense of desperation, one he absolutely doesn’t wish to remind himself of; but at this stage, he’d honestly take anything as long as it could prevent your leave. He would hunt you down, literally feeling as if he’s on his knees at this point. Overwhelming his darling with the unsanitary desperation lingering in his eyes as his broken tone burns its way through their ear canal, all while practically being pinned to a nearby wall. And when having them cornered like this, he doesn’t even give his darling a way to respond torwards the situation to begin with. Because as much as he wants to deny it, he wouldn’t even take a no as an answer anymore; giving them absolutely zero opportunity to make the choices of their own will and putting an end to the entire conflict finding himself in your arms, despite how you would’ve had a clear expression of both disapproval and discomfort plastered on your face. Honestly making you wonder whenever he truly wasn’t aware of your squirming form under his touch or if was his selfishness who simply made him uncaring torwards it.

Neither of the two being too far out of reach fromout your perspective.

Bonus section #2 : Differences

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To understand the changes they have between one another, it’s important to take note of the one thing that sets them apart from eachother in the first place. It’s accurate the particular state was caused by Sonic not being there for them when they needed it most, but the actual difference between the two would be their eventual responses torwards the mistreatment they’ve faced; ultimately Nine started fighting back all by himself, while for Miles’s case ... he literally snapped. Their current positions in their timelines would hold quite the difference as well; Miles’ mental state being the more unfavourable one out of the two, and having even worsened so as the years went on, while Nine’s weaker side would include his emotional state.

While Miles was closer to wanting to prove his worth to the world in the end, Nine would rather be captivated by the idea of getting back the youth he never had, returning those connections in his life that he’s always lacked. His desperation levels also lingering a lot higher than those of Miles do. But despite this, which may even come by surprise; out of the two, I can still see Nine being the more stable one, genuinely wanting to keep himself on proper levels of behaviour stability and the severity of poor choice making being a whole lot less. Unlike Miles, he knows and understands the differences between wrong and right; and though these could sometimes be infringed due to his emotions taking a toll on him, he deserves a whole lot more credit on atleast trying to keep himself restrained in instability matters. A negative part on his side, however, is how much more dependent emotionally he can become on a darling who holds a sweet demeanour torwards him. Though being one who tends to be calm and mature for his age, due to him having lacked a responsible role model growing up, I can also see him becoming reliant on his darling’s decisions and personal view on things, making him even more vulnerable torwards his obsession.

While Miles would usually just be one to showcase the roots of his thoughts and emotions without a speck of shame or reconsideration noticeable in there, Nine would definitely be the one who’s a whole lot more closeted with how he truly feels. He’s just been hurt so many times that it’s rather become a strong habit for self protection more than anything else, it being no doubt that he has major trust issues to work on. Though right at the same time, both remain to put a lot of faith in their darling, but for different reasons. Nine’s high hopes laying torwards the beliefs that his darling won’t just betray and leave him behind with the reliance he has on them, while Miles’ complexity rather being his trust that his darling shall be able to purify the unfair planet, much like he believes that they did to him.

An important opportunity Miles never got was much like with Sonic, Nine would specifically offer you the creation of a world with just the two of you, except this time it would very much be by will. A place where he’ll finally be happy and given the freedom he never had, one where absolutely nobody can seperate the both of you or bring your life into any considered danger. One where he could completely put his fate into your bare hands. A place better than New Yoke City or even Green Hill or any other universe could ever be-! No matter how long the both of you would have moved on from past occurrences surrounding the Prism Shard, Nine remains to be on edge ever since, as he surely doesn’t trust any dimension out there to be good enough for your sake. The only suggestion seeming to be acceptable to him being a world created from his own hands, truly believing you to desire the exact same thing.

Making him not understand why the tears keep rolling down your cheeks in acknowledgement to his masterwork.

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[itsclydebitches]

I think I sent an ask like this along time ago? IDK though.

The weird thing about Oz is that it feels like there was stuff they could have brought up if they wanted us to view him in a darker light that they just...dont

Like, that whole thing with Oz conquering the world with Salem and tricking people into worshipping them as gods. Yeah he eventually saw what he was doing was wrong, but that was after he and Salem had 4 kids. So for a long-ass time he was an imperialist god-king

Or the part where he nearly attacked Ruby once she asked Jinn the question.

It just...feels like those are totally things that should be discussed more. But instead they focus on a bunch of other things that are really weird to hold against Oz.

Like why focus on this you have way better things to hold against Oz right there.

That's very possible, anon! I don't know how many unanswered asks are sitting in this inbox now, but it's not a small number...

Totally agree. I think Oz gets criticized to an unfair degree by the canon and fandom alike (no one is shocked to hear this lol) but part of my issue is what he's criticized for, not just the extent. The show tends to take incredibly weird perspectives like, "How dare you give our uncle cool bird powers with no downside" and "How dare you save group members from a deadly airship crash." The fandom takes stances with larger political implications like, "How dare an abused man 'steal' his daughters away from the mother who wants to use them for a magical form of genocide" or issues that fundamentally break the core concept of the show: "How dare you let teenagers fight dangerous battles / How dare you reincarnate - something you have no control over - into a 14yo boy." The show does engage with some of Ozpin's morally complex choices with no easy answers like, "Is it okay to keep secrets if history has shown severe downsides to revealing that information?"... but then the answer the story decides on - "No it's not" - immediately doesn't apply to half the cast, with no examination of how that changes our perception of Ozpin's choice. And, as you say, the show simultaneously introduces HUGE mistakes - "You positioned yourself as a god! Then a king!!"- that the characters could absolutely mistrust him for... but they don't. Because they're too busy focusing on all of the above.

The only thing I'd push back against here is anyone being mad at Ozpin for "nearly attacking" Ruby. I'd consider that a highly unfair criticism as well given that:

We don't know if he would have attacked. He just charges with his and out-stretched, so Ozpin could just as likely have been intending to snatch the Relic

All these characters have aura and train/hit for funsies on a regular basis. It feels like a stretch - one working to paint Ozpin in an unfair light - to act like Ruby taking a hit is suddenly some horrific event that's worthy getting up-in-arms about

In this same scene the girls pull their weapons on Qrow and Oscar - someone WITHOUT that training/fully unlocked aura - gets punched into a tree. Again, consistent morality. Why is Ozpin in the wrong for charging with an open hand (ambiguous) but the girls are justified in pulling their weapons (clear intent)? Why should Super Fighter Ruby be defended for taking a hit after forcibly stealing secrets from Ozpin, but we should shrug off the newbie farm kid taking a hit for the "sin" of being an unwitting, passive vessel?

Plus... as said above, "forcibly stealing secrets." I'm not saying Ozpin is 100% justified in attacking Ruby over this, but I think he's a HELL of a lot more justified compared to actions like threatening Qrow or attacking Oscar. Ruby ignored his requests to give the Relic back; she ignored how terrified he clearly was. She wasted a wish (which Ozpin knew would happen). She revealed his entire, traumatic history to the group PLUS a total stranger (Maria) which, again, Ozpin knew would happen. Of course he tried to stop her. We will never know what lengths he would have gone to, whether he would have truly fought Ruby or just made a last minute grab, but even if he had fought her... It think that's understandable. We can argue about whether it's right, but it's not the sort of thing the heroes should be holding against him once tempers have cooled, especially when he has stuff like playing God that they have hold as a long term grudge.

Out of everything Ozpin has done, maybe being willing to fight the prodigy fighter to keep her from making one of the stupidest decisions we've seen in the show to date is pretty low on the sin list.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Kept By The Pack

CW: details of you getting kidnapped, fear, violence, mention of animal death

This one doesn’t go into individual details of meeting each werewolf, or their individual personalities just yet. Only one is named so far.

You’d ventured out on your own to a popular, heavily forested hiking area, staying at a beautiful and absurdly cheap lodge. The employees had all been wonderfully friendly, and the weather was beautiful. You just couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being watched wherever you went, indoors and out… and the employees were maybe just a little too friendly. You started to wonder if you’d stumbled into a yellow-deli situation, but they didn’t seem to share a cohesive religious or philosophical worldview.

The real problems didn’t start until it was time to leave. First, your rental car’s engine gave out. Then, the internet went down… and without good cell service up in the mountains, you couldn’t exactly call to let anyone know what had happened.

You went to the front desk for help, of course, even if the employees made you a little uneasy. Luckily it was Hunter behind the counter. The calm and collected butch was at least one of the ones you felt more comfortable around. He promised that he would call somebody to take a look at your car, and calmed your anxieties about leaving soon.

The weekend went by, with nobody coming to fix your car. You even tried to hitch a ride with other vacationers, but nobody would take you up on it. Stranger danger, and all. You watched each person and group leave, one by one, dread slowly growing with each departure, until you were the only guest left.

Without the chatter of other guests, the lodge felt absurdly empty. You found yourself jumping at every noise, goosebumps prickling at you. It was impossible to sleep that night. Eventually, fed up with the circumstances and the lack of help from the lodge’s staff, you resolved to make your way back to the main town yourself. You packed what you could into your hiking bag and left the rest there.

You snuck out as carefully and quietly as you could, knowing that if anybody caught you, they would try to convince you to at least stay until sunrise. The forest was dangerous at night. You couldn’t rationalize why, but you felt the risk was worth it as opposed to staying at the lodge any longer.

As you walked, you thought more about your stay. The employees hadn’t done anything to hurt or scare you outright. You wondered if maybe you’d hallucinated the weird aura between them, the looks they gave you…

But it didn’t matter now. You were already on the side of the road, surrounded by giant trees on either side. All you had to do was just follow the road that few miles to town. Then you could get a new rental car, drive away, and never think about this for the rest of your life.

Then again, maybe this would make an interesting story to tell your friends. Or your therapist; they were probably the best person to ask about this whole ordeal. Maybe you could even write an article about it for a travel website.

The nighttime air was humid and windy, alternating between sticky springtime warmth and cool gusts leftover from winter, driven by the moon. A twig snapped in the forest nearby.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding already. It probably wasn’t anything major. Just a squirrel, or a bird… still, you reached into your pocket and grabbed your bear spray, pulling it out and feeling the weight of it in your hand.

You didn’t even have time to calm your heart, or flick the safety switch on the spray, before you were pinned facedown in the gravel beside the road. Head ringing from the impact, and scraped up, you laid still in shock for a moment. The bear spray clattered away uselessly.

“Don’t move,” a voice growled near your ear.

You started thrashing. Grabbing at the dirt, kicking wildly, whatever you could do. The person— the beast— flipped you over and held you down by the wrists and throat with clawed hands. You gurgled angrily, still trying to knee them, but the oxygen deprivation was too much.

They bared their teeth at you, sharp and glinting in the low light. The hold around your neck loosened ever so slightly, letting you gasp and cough. “I respect the fighting spirit, pup, but it’s time to give up. You’re no match for us.”

Your panicked eyes flicked to the tree line, where more animals emerged from the tree line to circle you. The adrenaline gave you one more rush— you growled and spit at the one holding you down. “Playing with your food like this is stupid. If you’re going to eat me, just fucking do it already.”

The wolf(?) above you looked surprised, and one or two of the others snickered.

Another voice chimed in, “Bold words for a pinned rabbit. Not our fault you’re so fun to play with… I think we’ll keep you around a little longer.” Another clawed hand grabbed your chin and forced a few pills in your mouth.

You tried to spit them out, but they held one hand over your mouth and pinched your nose with the other, with the first monster still holding you by the neck. You had no choice but to swallow, and the hands retreated from your face.

The white wolf stroked your neck gently, as if to praise you for doing what they wanted. Your head clouded too fast, with the pills kicking in and adrenaline wearing off. The wolf stood on its back legs and slung you over its shoulder.

Distantly you felt the scrapes and bruises throbbing, and heard the wolves chatting amicably with one another as they brought you back up the road, away from the rest of civilization. Dizzily, you watched the sun rise over the hills and trees. You hadn’t even been close enough to see the skyline of the town.

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You woke with a dry mouth and pounding headache, body uncomfortably warm. You tried to push off the heavy fur blankets, but— it wasn’t a blanket at all. Of course not. Of course, with your luck, the monsters were right there, piled on top of you and each other.

You were too tired to panic, and your thoughts flicked from once place to another lightly, as if you weren’t afraid you were going to be tortured or die soon. They were still playing with you, like a cat cuddling a mouse it intends to kill later, weren’t they?

You stared at the ceiling, eyes tracing over the lighting fixture and paint details. You were back at the lodge… and the wolf that pinned you had the same hair, and eyes, and quality of voice as Hunter.

Werewolves. Of course. It all made sense now, you thought deliriously. Monsters that you loved reading about happened to be fucking goddamn real. You’d be thrilled if you thought you were going to live.

Werewolves… yes, the pieces began falling in place. They weren’t a cult, per-se, but a pack. Belatedly, you thought it would’ve made an interesting anthropological study topic… if they hadn’t fucking kidnapped you. The absurdity of it all…

One of the wolves at the edge of the pile snuffled, and began kicking as they chased rabbits in their dream.

[nerves-nebula]

I think one of my fave things about Abe's design is like. You somehow managed to make this guy have that eerie unsettling-ness of that One Guy you knew in highschool who was WAY too old to be anging around the highschool perfectly, or the high school senior who only dated middle schoolers or freshmen bc theyre Easy Prey and they wanna be Cool and Adult. Its that coworker at the corner store who's 23 when youre 16 and he's "got everything figured out" and like your idol. He's so...Nailed. Perfectly. He doesnt seem like a Predator TM or a Monster or a Villain or anything but he has that. Aura. That SOMETHING. That certain glint in his eye that makes you double take when you're older but I know for a FACT I would have never noticed when i was younger. You took that guy, and you perfectly encapsulated him. He's not Scary, hes kinda...doofy? No. Harmless. He has that Harmless but says some stuff that nooo its just a joke dont think too hard abt it kinda vibe. He's kinda lanky and awkward. Its kinda charming. He probably has a way with words where older folks would be like "Youre fuckin weird" but i know wi would have been enamored with. He has a face where its lax and easy and he would NEVER hurt you...but hed push boundaries. hed push just a little more each time and make you think "whats the harm".

Idk how you did it. but you nailed it perfectly from how he holds himself, to what we've seen in how he acts, to how he talks, to even how he never even is punished for what he did. besides what would probably equate to having his favorite toy taken away.

Anytime i see abe, i cant help admiring all you did to craft this guy...and then feeling that prickle up my arms and back of "Danger danger danger" that I only know I would see now as an adult.

thank yyyyoouuuu <<<333 im SO GLAD i was able to capture that vibe it's TOTALLY what i was going for. the whole concept of abe's design is "older teen you'd think is cool but would recognize as kind of scummy and a loser once you're an adult"

it's genuinely so fun to post about him and get responses like this like. not only have i tapped into the experiences people have had with people like him but i've done it in a way that makes them gush about how WEIRD THAT IS it's !!! so flattering !!! LIKE YIPPEE YAAAY IM DOING STORYTELLING FDSJFISDMFSD its sooo gratifying

thanks for taking the time to write this out it got me kicking my feet giggling <3

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Can we get headcanons on the farmer attempting to learn the languages of the non-human characters of the valley? Jio, Krobus, The Dwarf, and Malaya?

Yea :3

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Malaya:

Ah, the pouring rain... Malaya had been looking forward to this weather for weeks now, to walk to Ridge and feel the droplets falling on her shoulders and head from the sky.

So there it was - the loneliness, the forest and the chill drops falling on her skin. Malaya has this wonderful urge to dive headfirst into the nearest pond!

Before she could do anything, she noticed a figure coming out of Ridge Forest. Who on earth could that be coming out of such a dangerous place?

Ah, the Farmer! Malaya breathed a sigh of relief, for the young farmer was one of the few who knew her secret. The green-haired woman greeted them with a warm smile.

Farmer smiled back at her, and said something that made Malaya's eyes widen in surprise. It had been so long since she had heard her native language, the language of her parents and sisters... The mermaid language...

Farmer scratched the back of their head and wondered if Malaya understood them. They speak her language!?

Ah, just learning? Well, if Farmer was so interested in the language of mermaids, Malaya would gladly help them.

The memory of her mermaid speech was... not a pleasant one, for the last thing she had heard in her native tongue were the demands and threats of her greedy family. Now, Malaya can now converse in her language over other, more pleasant topics.

Her native speech is pretty easy for humans, so Farmer should have no trouble learning all the basics.

Dwarf:

Dwarf was not at all surprised when the Farmer, having first broken their way to them with their iron pickaxe, understood nothing of what Dwarf had told them. Not many humans know Dwarfish.

A pity, they were already starting to get a little bored in the Mines, without clients and company...

Time passed rather quickly for Dwarf in the Mines, so they didn't notice that a whole month had already passed.

And then the Farmer showed up again. Interesting...

And then, the Farmer addressed them in the Dwarf language! The language of their people!

Pretty amazing to learn their difficult language in a month! Well, the Farmer's accent is still kinda weird, and they carry a Dwarfish translator, from which they must have learned.

Nevertheless, amazing results!

Dwarf, in principle, already trusted them, a strange chaotic person with excellent mining skills.

So they will tell the Farmer about the history of their people, the great forges and the underground cities that were as lively as human metropolises.

At the same time, they will help the Farmer to improve their spoken Dwarfish, for their language is still not very polished.

Jio:

Jio thought he could meditate in peace and quiet, sitting cross-legged on the roof of Ninja house.

But the spirits had apparently decided that the elf had had enough peace for the day, and there was a noise from behind him that made his keen ears perk up.

In another situation, Jio would have already raised his weapon and pinned the stranger against the wall, questioning who they were and what they were doing here.

But he immediately sensed the familiar aura (and the peculiar odor of dirt, grass, and monster blood).

Whatever the Farmer wanted to tell him, he didn't have time. So without even turning around, Jio continued his meditation, hoping the Farmer would leave.

But when they greeted Jio, the elf nearly broke his neck when he abruptly turned to face Farmer.

What had they just said? It.. that was... Elven language. And of an old dialect spoken by his ancestors who lived even before humans.

How do they know that language? And is this really the Farmer standing in front of him?

In a rather rude form and threatening to pierce their shoulder with his katana (merciful Yoba, Jio, calm down...), the elf demanded an explanation.

It's unclear why the heck the young Farmer needed to learn a dead language, but Jio isn't about to waste his time on those and teach them how to properly speak the language of his people. And no, Farmer, he doesn't have to explain why. Now shoo, or he'll call Kiwi and tell her he's found a live knife-throwing target for her.

Krobus:

Krobus knows the language of humans perfectly well, so he had no difficulty in communicating with Farmer.

What was his surprise when Farmer addressed him not in human language, but in the language of the shadow people.

Krobus was also surprised that the Farmer had managed to find a translator somewhere. It's just that shadow people people don't keep any diaries or books. Hmmm, probably the notes of other adventurers....

Though Krobus admits - he only understood half of the sentence, for Farmer's knowledge of the shadow people's language still leaves much to be desired.

But if the Farmer is willing, Krobus is happy to help them hone their language. They have helped Krobus learn a lot about humans, and he would like to repay Farmer's kindness and patience.

Eventually, Krobus will even start telling the Farmer jokes in his language, the meaning of which cannot be translated into human language. It's pretty funny to watch when the Farmer didn't understand for half a minute what was so funny, and then they realized and laughed at the pun.

Krobus began to catch himself thinking that if at least one person did not wish him harm, was interested in the language of shadow people and behaved peacefully, then maybe in the future, shadow people and humanity will live together peacefully.

[bas-writes]

Latex

Character: Zoro Reader: afab (ambiguous anatomy, no detailed descriptions of genitalia) Word Count: 1100 CW: chapter 1074 spoilers, explicit n.sfw content, implied poly relationship with Luffy, quickie, vaginal sex, mean top Zoro, verbal degradation (reader is called "slut" and "whore"), dirty talk & teasing, exhibitionism, danger kink, scent kink, prey/predator play undertones, biting, breeding kink (not pregnancy related) Synopsis: Tight, latex-like outfits have an extraordinary effect on you and Zoro. So you sneak for some alone time as soon as an opportunity happens... A/N: so, Zoro's Egghead outfit reveal, huh. not even going to pretend otherwise, it got me hard, harder than beast pirates outfit, and it's something. I'm a slut for cyberpunk, I'm a slut for Zoro, do the maths what cyberpunk Zoro has done to me 😂hope you gonna enjoy the horny ride!

“Take some responsibility, will ya?” Zoro snarls into your ear, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. “Look what have you done to me.”

A little nook he dragged you into doesn’t even hide you two fully. Anyone walking into the room would immediately see everything, every little detail of what’s about to come. Just a thought of it makes you weak in knees and so wet you don’t even need him to touch you for your slick to overflow. As if you weren’t struggling enough with his aura alone…

Zoro’s gaze was piercing you from the moment you changed into the latex-like suit, sinful thoughts written on his face the more visibly, the more aggressive his eye gleamed. He didn’t even try to hide his intentions, this bastard, with his beastly smirk and bulge in extra tight pants. Little was left to your imagination with the way the futuristic outfit clung to his body; all the delicious muscles, his thick thighs, wide chest, powerful arms exposed and underlined. Ideas spurred in your mind, intense gaze plastered to your back stirred them and pushed just right, a familiar needy knot in your abdomen tightening way too fast for the situation you two were in. 

You could swear nothing broke through your facade, not a single whim on your face, not a twitch of your equally exposed body. And yet, he knew. Could he sense it? Did something about your behavior betray you? Was it his extraordinary smell, picking up your arousal with ease? He eyed you like his little cornered prey, just waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike.

He pounced at you as soon as the others left the room.

“Walking in this tight—” He squeezes your ass before giving it a harsh, shamelessly loud spank— “latex suit right in front of me? Like a slut?”

He ruts against you, the huge bulge pressing to you with hunger, almost desperation. You could feel him pulse through the weird fabric; the layers of clothes between the two of you could as well just not exist. The shape of his hard, big cock is so distinct you can swear he’s already freed himself from pants.

But the slick feel, the incomparable friction of latex still remains.

“Do you want to do it right here, in front of Luffy?” Zoro nibbles on your ear lobe with a harsher thrust of hips at the same time. “Breed your little, tight hole?”

Something explodes close, the whole dome shaking. You budge, a tad startled, but he keeps you steady, his thick arm wrapped around you and pressing you close. An attempt to make you feel safe? A clean sign you’re his at this moment? A demonstration how little does he care about stuff outside your little, lewd bubble?

“Nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere.” He groans, the need in his voice turning it nearly demonic. “Not until I’m finished with you. Fuck, you turned me so hard, you little—”

Your pants slide down too easily for the fabric to be a true latex—and you thank Vegapunk for it with your whole body and mind. Zoro doesn’t ponder over that even for a split second, his huge hand slips between your legs, reaching for your folds.

“So wet already?” He chuckles and licks your ear. “Such a needy slut…”

The time’s short and neither of you lose it. He plays with your slick only for a moment before he rips his own pants down; his thick, veiny cock dry-thrusts against your ass, and he growls and clenches teeth on the back of your neck.

You mewl, needy and starved; your voice echoes through the room loud enough to break through the turmoil outside. A little itch of fear of being seen just stirs you on even more, you thrust hips back at him, begging for more attention.

“Yes, that’s right, ass up, whore.” 

Zoro grabs your hip, angles you for his liking before entering you with one, rough thrust, almost the whole length in at once. The sudden stretch, the hot, thick pulse deep inside of you, has you screaming—but his hand immediately rests on your lips, almost cutting your air as he presses it hard.

“Not so loud, you gonna alarm Luffy.” He says but his hips immediately pick up with the speed, his hips slapping loudly against your ass. “Or maybe you want it? You want him, too? You think your slutty hole can take us both at once?”

You throb eagerly at the suggestion, clenching hard on him as he starts pounding into you, no thoughts, no mercy, just the primal need to breed you hard and well. Zoro’s breathy grunts, the strong squeeze of his arm around your torso, latex-adorned muscles pressed to your back, his cock simply drilling your insides—it just drives you crazy. Each feral thrust drags you a mile towards ecstasy, the knot in your abdomen so tight that you’re sure your mind will snap together with it.

“C’mon, cum.” Zoro’s voice is so heavy with lust you almost see white just from the words barked at you. “Be a good slut and cum for me.”

As if he’s pierced you with sheer will, you cream on his cock as soon as he orders, spasms of your body forcing him to clench you even tighter. He doesn’t stop nor slow down, mercilessly fucking you through your high.

“Mnnn, tight—” He growls and bites you again, harsher, so close to breaking your skin. His hips lose the rhythm, a few erratic thrusts later he cums, but even that can’t stop him. His hips don’t cease until you’re nothing but a trembling, life-less mess in his arms.

Explosions ring in your ears as you come down from your highs together, Zoro still deep in you, some of his thick load trickling down your slit despite the tight seal of his cock.

“Are you happy now?” He playfully scolds you and licks the nasty bite mark he’s left. “All well-bred… You like fighting with my cum on your thighs, huh?”

He slowly pulls out of you—and before letting you go, he guides you for a kiss: a hasty and hurried, but passionate one. There’s no time for affection and the right words, but he still wants to praise you, to appreciate and love, to promise even more.

“Keep that nice and in.” He takes a deep whiff of your sweaty skin as he helps you put your pants back on. “I want you to sit on my face when we’re finished with this hell.”

[soulntes]

2. RETURN OF A GHOST, HIS DREAMS

CHAPTER 3 : SEYKXEL'S PATH

this feels like a long dream..

a dream where he is free. running through the forest endlessly, taking in every detail she had to offer in his presence. from the bright sky with the sun's rays of light to the plant's strips on their leaves. the soil, leaves, grass, sticks, anything that his feet felt were new but something from a long time.

there was no way from waking up but isn't intending to when he feels a strong sense of aura and connection to the planet. it's purity and original richness of beauty that soothes your soul, feeling the need of protecting it.

miles remembers the part of the forest was close yet a long way to the tree of souls. he makes his way moving each plant, carefully not to alert dangerous creatures and during his long journey to the great mother's... he finds a home. only one.

as he examines the set up, he was impressed by the crafting built by hand from the stitching, to it being put together into a hut that caught his attention. around the cozy canopy there were several prey hanging near the fire set up, along with tools like utensils and herbs for cooking and weapons and medicine. there were toys as well, made out of some kind of straw and plants keeping it from falling apart that were shaped like horses and flying banshees.

their decorations of feathers and bones and anything they sew as it was welcoming to him. but why were there human weaponry inside since navi are against human technology?

other than the odd technology, the home felt comfortable and peaceful by it's nature surrounded with trees and a stream not too far from the hut. miles traces the home with his huge hand feeling the firm straw and sticks, it feels familiar to him but he never quite remembers being here.

the man confused with his memory heard a snap in the woods and pulls his knife out from his sheath on his chest, in a guarding position in case of a surprise attack. out where the sound came was a na'vi woman.. she seemed to be unfazed by his actions as she softly smiled at him, setting down her kill from a hunt, making her way towards him.

the na'vi woman approaches the marine putting her hands out in offering to hold. miles felt utterly speechless that she didn't see him as a threat and there's a feeling that she wasn't one.

this dream became to freak him out a bit.

he puts his knife back in and when he reaches out, suddenly sees his hands were blue- in fact his whole skin's blue but the only difference is that she has four fingers and his are five.

miles doesn't remember who he was before.

this was weird.

he puts his hand in hers, she pulls him closer to place her forehead against his, closing her eyes in a moment of bliss. taking in a deep, calming breath there was a moment of peace with the forest embracing their love.

this intimate and vulnerable moment he didn't understand that was happening, he felt loved and comfort. he closed his in return to enjoy the new found euphoria that his body embraces and return the gesture.

their moment was interrupted by a voice of a young.. human boy? "mother look at what i caught!" the boy held an odd creature with both hands offering it to his mother. miles wonders how are they related in circumstances since their species don't quite align with each other. plus, how the hell did he understand what they were saying? in his mind it's english but they way he hears it is in na'vi.

the na'vi woman smiles lovingly at the child praising and petting his braided hair then the young boy smiles directly at miles. the hell was going on his sleep since it is all a dream.

right?

next came another so called dream.

it was the same home. it was beginning to eclipse and all three of them were inside the hut. miles curled close to the woman meanwhile the boy next to her clings onto her side. she was awake staring at nothing with a glint of worry as she fiddles around with his five fingers and hums a soft melody.

he watches how her body language is different from the first time so he asks, feeling uneasy with her weird behavior, "what is wrong?" miles rests his head on hers grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

this got her to look at him. he knew something bothered her, "depends what my answer is going to be, are you going to be upset?" she whispers biting her scared lip and her son slightly moves to find a comfortable position.

miles hums, sitting up to hear her out, holding her face gently in his hand, creasing the faint scars on her striped, blue skin under her left eye and her lips with a reassuring grin, "i'm not. with whatever you have to tell me, if it's important, i will do everything in my power to please you and be the man you deserve. for you and him."

the words that came out were on repeat because he doesn't even know who she or her kid is.. who he is. but he felt the need to prove himself to her that he can never be upset with her. the thought of displaying an emotion such as that towards her is sickening to him. she looks at his eyes carefully to find a hint of hesitation or slight disappointment.

there was nothing but reassurance and love in his eyes so she takes a couple of deep breaths and grabs his right hand and guides it towards her stomach.

she keeps looking down waiting for a kind of reaction that'll be a good sign, "i'm with child, yawntu."

her news came as a shock to him but he wasn't upset. not even the slightest, in fact he was fueled with excitement and brought her into an embrace with his hand behind her head while kissing her head and petting her hair.

"you don't have to worry anything, i'm happy about this." his words felt like her worries were lifted as she cries silently that he genuinely means it, "thank you.." she softly says with her ears pinned down and her heart full of relief.

... beep...

she tightly held onto him and rubbed her scent on him softly to display her loyalty but compassion and love towards him, "ma miles..."

"pulse 168!" someone says faintly.

miles looks at her, "yes?"

.... beep...

"i see you..."

everything disappeared. the home he was in disappeared. she disappeared.

a bright light shining and blocking his vision upon awaking his slumber.

"you're fine. stay calm." assured a female doctor with a white suit and see through mask.

the man that was in the same attire as the woman checking over whatever miles can barely grasp the situation.

his vision began to irritate him when it started to see clear of his surrounding, "colonel can you hear me? colonel?" suddenly he saw a navi in front him addressing him and punched him straight in the face and quickly stands on his two feet.

he is high on alert waking up to blue aliens everywhere that he growls to warn them off. miles didn't know what was really going on from those dreams to whatever they're putting him through at the moment he continues to fight various of navi in a crowded space of machines and wires.

the colonel uses whatever gadgets he can gets his hands on and his fists to keep them away while the blue soldiers were trying to maintain their awaken leader of his state of panic.

doctors were yelling to sedate him because they didn't think he was going to wake up suddenly to defend himself. it took a couple of punches and thrown objects for the recoms to get ahold of the colonel before he causes damage to himself when lyle confirms that it is him.

miles looks at him and his team carefully that all of them are avatars now. blue striped skin. pointy ears. bright yellow eyes. and behold a tail with a braid at the nape of their necks.

once he has calmed down he sees his hand with all five fingers not remembering anything past this, he slightly pushes the corporal aside where he can see his own reflection. the traits of the navi were on him now when he sees his small canine teeth but the only things had of himself is his hair is shaven and his tattoo.

"well ain't this a bitch." miles states at the karma he was at now. he got a recap of where their destination is heading to and the officials gave him a screen where he's going to look back at a video of himself from 16 years ago.

miles got into full military attire, a dark green tank top and pants with combat boots, he looks over the screen that lyle put him to watch a video of the man who passed his memories in any case of back fire.

the video started out as an introduction of the man with the memories that were given to him was colonel miles quaritch and that he is him. which meant only that he is alive because the original colonel died long ago at the battle against the navi. he describes what he might look like his last mission to bomb the tree of souls back fired.

a man named parker came to help quaritch about how it was going to work with the identity, personality and memories installed into a encoder device, a soul drive, that's going to get sent back to earth where he was in the process of growing in a lab. as a imprint of the original to return as recombinant bodies of their predecessors in continuing the mission. as fully autonomous avatars. reborn.

what he doesn't remember is his death because it wasn't installed only up to he can memorize. human colonel quaritch reminds him that they're any similar is that their looking for payback.. revenge on those who betrayed him and humanity but the only one they're after is jake sully.

miles does remember the man who he considered a reliable ally turned into a traitor when he escaped and announced war on the rpd.

human colonel's video log ended and miles was left with questions unanswered. is this his only purpose of birth to the rda? what would happen to him and the rest of the recoms after the mission is successful?

most of all, who is the na'vi woman he's been dreaming about in his procedure of growth?

everything he was trying to grasp begins to irritate him more especially his hatred towards the planet and indigenous habitants. his primary mission to hunt down and eliminate jake sully.

it so sudden but given the circumstances miles has to follow direct orders and lead the new group of recombinants of hybrid warriors for the mission.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

the omatikayans return from their recent raid against the rda, derailing the train transporting weapons and any kind of technology. their secret base location and sanctuary in the hallelujah mountains helped them tremendously since rda's gunships sensorys don't pick up any of their stolen technology.

the war party settled their ikrans on the edge of the rocks, ingyen hops off hers starting to look for her son. spider comes rushing to her when tuk announced their arrival, "sa'nok you're back!" he calls out and wraps his arms around her waist, smiling that she made it home safe.

ingyen goes on her knees to be equal in height and return the gesture to her child, "seykxel, my sweet child. everything went according as plan and the great mother guided me safe back to you." all during their sweet moment, jake scolds his second son, lo'ak, about his rash choice of not listening to orders of a spotter.

she always thought since the sky demons returned, jake sully became stricter and acted as if his sons were his soldiers. they were simply trying to please their father in complete different outcomes that'll get them grounded instead of guidance. ingyen already talked to neytiri of her husband's reactions towards their children and that she should remind him the importance of a child's ideals of their parents and children want to be seen.

after jake has left to seek complete his duties, ingyen goes to her nephew with a pat on his back and he leans into her touch. lo'ak will always be a good son in her eyes since he's been accepting and playful with her son throughout childhood.

"sometimes i want to pluck your sempul's eyes out and feed them to my tsìlpey or yell at him so i can lecture him about you boys." lo'ak shakes his head with a slight grin knowing she would do it without hesitation to defend her sister's children from any harsh punishment, especially the sons. she shoos him to attend to the ikran along her son so they'd get ready for dinner soon.

the day becomes night of organizing the materials and weapons and attending the injured, ingyen was beginning to have dreams of a navi man with very short hair with a black symbol on his right arm.

none of the avatars around the omatikaya fortress looked none like him and she was beginning to be cautious of who it might be.

it always start out in the forest where she was hunting or exploring along her boy then there'll some kind of shadow figure in sky people clothing either show up frequently in her vision or if he was actually there in front of her. cradling her face and intimate moments with each other.

she didn't know who to tell because her sister will imply guidance of some kind of sign mother eywa is trying to send about danger. obviously not jake sully because he didn't know much of the roots of having visions which he'll immediately take her to his sky friends to run some tests. the only option she has is her mother. the tsahik.

of course mother knows best. since the first day she brought seykxel to her, mo'at sent prayers so he can be lead into the path he is destine by eywa. her mother loved how small he was compared to navi babies and how she accepted him as her grandbaby telling him all that she knows so he can be well on his own as he gets older despite who his father was.

ingyen finishes the chores left around her home already heading towards the sully's hut where the whole family was gathered. the kids were inside with their grandmother as neytiri and jake were outside discussing among themselves. she entered greeting everyone and starts to watch their interaction before she can talk to her mother alone.

seykxel told his mom he was going with kiri and lo'ak to the lab so he can greet max and norm as well ask for more spare batteries. she agrees by pecking his forehead handing him his empty exo pack that he left in their home before sending him off.

as soon as they left her mother spoke first knowing she wanted to talk, "what is wrong my child? i've sensed your easiness ever since these raids began?"

ingyen can't ask how she knew because her mother would give her the knowing look so she sighed sitting next to her watching her organize her herbs and tools. "sa'nok, i've been experiencing these dreams of a man. a man i do not know or familiar with because nobody here has the exact image. no long hair, small ears, five fingers that are touching me and looking at me with admiration. we act like mates in what i dream and i am frighten by what it'll mean for me and seykxel. what do i do mother? what does it mean?" mo'at experiences in this kind of field where one dreams of another at where they could possibly meet or their destiny.

mo'at holds her daughter's hands closing her eyes to feel her energy and see if eywa has a quest or path she will end up in. within her heart, ingyen is prepared to what her mother may possibly tell by her worries and hint where her life might head to.

as soon as mo'at open her eyes, her face full of concern looking at her daughter when she pulls away gently. her mother knows something is upon her daughter and her grandson. she takes a deep breath before she spoke, "'ite, what is upon you you choose what is right and whatever the path you are lead to, helps you in what you're looking for. what seykxel desires in his life. there's someone waiting for you both."

ingyen now is frantic what got her mother to the conclusion of finding what she was looking for and someone waiting. she didn't need anything else other than her child. this someone she doesn't know, are they looking for her as well?

mo'at continues, "my child.."

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

the three kids were in the lab since kiri visits her mom daily keeping her updated on her life and how much she loves her and wishes to have known her. sometimes she talks to her as if she were really there.

spider already knows how much it means to her when he joins her when they're pretty much orphans and take in by their parents. orphans stick together.

"you know what really sucks though. you can breathe earth air for like hours, i only can breathe yours like ten seconds. i even have to hold my breath when i take my mask off to eat something my mom makes before i die of starvation. " spider states while taking off his mask in the lab.

"yes that really sucks monkey boy. for you." kiri teases him poking fun at him and she was reaching for her mask, spider tugs the end of her tail for play and have a hissing contest.

the kids greet max and norm preparing to wrap up their day of overload work. before spider mentions of his batteries norm grabs four spare and toses them to him and he thanks him.

they're watching old videos of dr. augustine's research and experience on pandora as a scientist and the discoveries that she is theorizing meanwhile hanging out with the humans. lo'ak out nowhere mentions how kiri's mom became pregnant.

"so who do you think knocked her up?"

"pretty sure it was norm." spider comments and lo'ak agrees.

kiri looks at them in disgust, "you don't deserve to live." lo'ak does it all time where he wants to know the truth of his sister's birth but in a way she gets embarrassed.

"he's the teachers pet. he's out of the lab with her all the time."

"i would kill myself. i would drink acid." kiri stares at both boys at her claims and spider points at the video laughing, "bro you're right. he's like in every shot. look! he's giving her the look."

then she slightly pushes spider to quit with the teasing which is making her upset and he immediately stops.

her little brother always wants to find trouble so he continues his rambling, "see, i'm thinking their two avatars together out into the woods.. all alone." kiri hits her brother yelling how gross it is of what he is assuming between her mom and norm.

the topic of fathers bothered spider because he didn't really have one and the way he sees other navi kids with both parents has him wanting that. he does have all of his mother's love, he just wants to at least experience it.

spider always feels as if he was born into this world just be compared who his biological father and from that day since he abandoned the name miles completely, took on seykxel, the name his mother gave, and spider so he could at least be accepted. it wasn't always like that because his mother is also outcast since she took him in and raised him as her own son.

he feels guilty to loving him came with the consequence of not being seen as a true navi no matter how much he was born into their lifestyle. he wasn't like the deceased man who hurt the omatikayans.

he'll never be like him.

"guys, i mean sometimes it's not so great to know who your father was." spider sadly points out how much the man is hated deeply by everyone. at one point anyone thinks when they see him, all they see is that cruel, despicable man.

the sully kids stayed silent which made spider wanting to change the conversation that he never even met him. both of them try to let know that he isn't him.

kiri hold onto spider to budge him out of whatever he's thinking, "you know your mother doesn't think of you as him. all she sees is her son. seykxel kay. that's what she named you, monkey boy. 'your strength from now in the future'."

he already knows the meaning of his name that his mom gave him the first day she met him. he remembers hearing his song cord for the first time that she crafted with love and sang it every night to this day. to remind him as the blessing in her life of his birth.

when he returns to his hut, he sees his mom preparing their beds as she mumbles under her breath. she has a habit of doing that but today was unusual because she went to see his grandmother for something.

ingyen sees her son entering and greets him with warm hug and pecks his mask, "oh 'itan, welcome home. i hope you behaved at the lab because i have a gift for you."

spider's face lit up when she brought out a covered object laid carefully on the ground. she sat down patting the floor indicating him to sit next to her.

he sat down looking at her first then the wrapped up gift. ingyen nods towards it giving him permission. he was curious on what it was so he takes the cloth off steadily because if it is something important he didn't want to break it on accident.

ingyen couldn't contain her excitement ready to see if her boy loves what she made for him. spider finally unraveled and what he saw is a bow that's a bit bigger than his regular one but perfect for his height.

decorated in the colors of the mighty warrior he's heard in his mother's stories before and during the battle of the hallelujah mountains. the stories of the warrior he admires and what he appeared as and his colors, everything were almost on the bow.

he's speechless stuttering over his words.

"do you like it seykxel?" she says waiting for his response and he touches the bow on how soft the handle is and how strong the string feels. the texture is simply incomparable.

"sa'nok, what's it for?" he questions looking at her curiously as to why it's his gift, ingyen chuckles grabbing his new bow handling it in his hands, "it's for you silly. this bow i decorated and with the help of uncle norm and max adjusting to your size, an early birthday gift like they say. this is like the mighty warrior's, tsu'tey's, bow that he gave me to pass down and now it's yours, ma'itan."

spider couldn't believe it. this was really his bow he uses in his toughest battles. he couldn't handle the joy tackling his mom in a bear hug with tears in his eyes. she comforts him meanwhile he thanks her with gratitude.

ingyen smiles widely at the excitement her son is experiencing, "you deserve it seykxel, become the warrior you want to be. the great mother knows you best."

now spider is hopeful that the name his mother gave him, he will live up to it.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

they're almost landing their long trip from earth, the recoms prepare for their important mission to bring justice to earth. miles quaritch is determined bringing back the traitor for betrayal all those years ago he has in his memories.

but miles can't shake off the idea of the woman with the human child as he falls back into his slumber and hopes in dreaming the same to find the answers he is desperately looking for.

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[orangelemonsstuff]

Pets are similar to their Masters

Silver Bullet Au by @jackplushie (i hope im not bothering you haha 0v0; i just want to credit you haha)

Part 2

//Gender Neutral Reader//

bartender!Reader being wholesome with an elderly woman on the bus (kind old people are my weaknesses)

Summary: Crowley called you in for a meeting, as you do, you encounter a sweet old lady on the bus

Tags: Fluff and Small Angst

You bend your knees to pick the gray cat up and carry it on your arms, for some reason its calm on your touch this time but not to others who tries to touch it.

it always hisses and even scratches your costumers even leaving a mark on one of your "dangerous" patron that also reminded you of a fierce cat (more like a lion...)

but you do not know who's much more fiercer whether, its Grim or your usual costumers but... you are sure betting your money on the cat.

You tried to put the him inside of your oversized varsity jacket, trying to fit him in so he would be covered with your attire

well bringing him with you Crowley's turf would be a bad idea but, he needs to know who's keeping you out of danger.

ha, this would make the other old man happy, now that both of you had Cats... but probably not Dog Man, he would likely to scold you for trying to hide the cat in your jacket and complain about cat hair covering your suit

Grim wriggled in your arms to make himself comfortable (which made you uncomfortable since his sharp claws keeps scratching your clothed abdomen and chest)

finally, he found the right spot to settle so you could carry him, he purrs as he put his head outside the unzipped part, treating it as a window for you scratch his head and feel the wind.

you hum with satisfaction as you wrap your arms on the bulge of your jacket with head of a cat outside.

the cold wind of the night touched your face as you walked to the bus station, it wasn't even too far from your location yet it felt like hours trying to get there at this late hour, with an attire like this too.

you knew only few busses still operates at a time like this especially at this place since its a spot known for criminals and muggers to walk around.

so you strategized and observed your foggy windows during your work hours when a bus comes around, at what exact time and day. (well this only costed you a week of annoying overnights, long talks and questions from that tall weird stranger with a mysterious aura who always comes by at the specific late time, which you don't really mind since he is talkative and he tips well.)

now, the you, which is sleep deprived, tired, and groggy from those nights is trying to ride a bus to that crow bastard's place...

the reason why you are about to leave your precious bar and home, was because you were called by Crowley himself to personally go to his office tonight.

this must be important since he doesn't call you that much but to only discuss important things (especially financial issues which he doesn't really aid well)

of course he can just send a limousine or maybe even just a simple car from him to pick you up.

but, you need to keep a low profile as a modern citizen if you don't want your whole cover blown.

after all, one small mistake and it would cost you all of your hard work

he also inquired that you wear the "special outfit" one of his men sent you

you yourself well knew who that delivery man is, for he is the supplier of the beverages you use to make your drinks after all.

you just never knew that ShAdy Man also serves personal deliveries for Crowley.

the parchment box contains a grayish black leather blazer adorned with a dull yellow on the lapels, paired with a leather pants with the same color and same dull yellow line on the side,

a multicolored bandana for your arms, a plain white shirt, and a black and white striped tie

the attire itself looked like a school uniform more than what a yakuza or a guerilla would wear.

but to be fair the only reason you are wearing this voguish get up are so that the guards would let you in the building safely and don't take you to Crowley beaten up.

although...

you don't want anyone to know who you're actually working for, or attract any attention that might cause you trouble in the future.

that's why you wore a varsity jacket you used to wear before to hide your outfit (plus student discount even though you dont go to school anymore due to your situation and your job)

but perhaps the jacket is too big and had enough space to sneak a little gray cat in, plus, you worry for what might happen to Grim if you just left him outside or even, inside of the bar.

speaking of Grim, he is quite comfortable at the position he is in while silently listening at the taps of your shoes,

eyes closed, purring at the warm of your body and the jacket hugging him against the cold shivering night.

you arrive at the dimly lit bus stop, just in time the breaks of a yellow bus were pressed and the mechanic door opened right infront of you.

great timing, now you dont have to wait and get hurt by grim if he ever try to do something funny with that sharp claws of his

as you stepped inside you notice that there were only few people in here,

a sleeping worker guy on the left

a old lady on the right near

a group of suspiciously 5 hooded teenagers on the back

'they are probably in highschool or maybe college.' you guess (they look like hooligans, but it's not right to judge a person by their appearances)

for some reason you swear you saw them before but you can't get your finger where and when.

maybe usual costumers at your bar?

another weird thing is that the big Orange hooded guy scooted over so you could have a place to sit.

you eyed the empty spot as the other two which is Purple and Green tried pull their hood down even further so it would hide their faces completely.

but just when you are about to walk towards the empty seat besides the hooligans, Grim all of a sudden hissed at the five, turning their heads on opposite direction to hide their faces more now.

he seems really pissed off once you got near them, maybe their presence annoys him like those costumers in your bar?

a Red hooded fella seemed a bit irate at the cat and clicked his tounge for hissing at him but the Blue one nudged him with his elbow and grumbled.

not wanting to offend them any further you just turned your back and just sat with the old lady on the right instead

you were sure the moment you turned your back, the group started whisper-bickering to each other.

they're probably talking shit about Grim

as you sat, she turned her head towards you and nicely smiled, you smiled back in politeness, just like how you always do with your costumers

you position Grim inside of your jacket as he sleeps peacefully with the warmth you provide, the old lady notices it

"going to a vet? at this kind of time?" she asked with a kind voice

"a-ah no... I'm just going to buy him some cat food because our nearby pet store ran out..." you reply, yawning and wrapping your arms loosely on sleeping Grim.

"he doesn't go to the vet? he doesn't even have a carrier? cats like that can carry diseases you know..." the old woman, wide eyed expressed her confusion and worry on her wrinkled face.

crap, you didn't even had a thought of taking him into one nor even have a time to take him to one

"well... im also supposed to get a carrier for him toda-- i mean, tonight too so we can properly visit the vet tomorrow?"

you reply nervously

you are not sure if you can lie with a straight face infront of a innocent old woman like that but you managed to do so.

"ah... i see~" she sighed in relief as she patted her chest, she quitely eyed Grim's furry head

is she going to try petting his head?

you had seen other people trying to touch Grim and it did not end very well...

some people left your bar with scratches

other with bad mood and a paw print in their face

and others with disappointment who didn't get to pet the cat

you flinch as her hand moved towards Grim, fearing that she might get hurt by his sharp nail-knives

but instead it wasn't what you expected...

Grim was so docile and tame towards her as he gently rubbed his head for friction with her hand.

"why are you tensing up dearie?" she beamed at you as she continued petting Grim

"I'm sorry... i thought Grim would claw you like he does on other people" you fiddled with your fingers, embarrassed to look at the woman.

she's probably an expert towards animals like Grim

"you have a very sweet cat~ i do not know why he act so aggressive and erratic towards other people like you say" she chuckled, scratching Grim's furry chin as he purrs with delight

you could've sworn you heard a quick whisper of "that's not a sweet cat that's a fricking raccoon that bites and eats anything it wanted" from the behind seats.

must've been your imagination

You smiled at the the thought of the sweet lady just trying to pet Grim without any ill intent like those people who wants to get a bit of your information.

"you know... Pets are similar to their owners" she slowly raised her hand up to your height and patted your head instead

you surprisingly just sat there and took it

in normal sense if some random person on your bar tried to pull this move on you, you would've broke their arm perhaps it doesn't have to be you that have to break their arm.

"the little guy doesn't seem docile and open towards people who has bad intentions inside of them" she grinned, continuing petting your head

"maybe same goes for you..."she ruffled your hair for the last second she was petting you as she put her hand down to relax on her lap

your eyes widened at the statement

the bus stopped all of a sudden, shaking and breaking your moment of silence and retreated of what she just said

you finally arrived at your destination.

you stood up, carried Grim up swiftly and took a quick glance at the woman.

she was smiling softly at you with a rosy cheek

you nodded down as you carefully take your steps down the bus, walking fasr, not even trying to look back at the bus that just drove away or the people from behind it who knows where they are going to go.

•••

you looked from your left and right to see if someone was following you even though you only rode a bus with few people on it but you couldn't be more careful.

after few minutes of walking you finally arrived at your actual destination.

a sketchy old big building that almost looked like a palace wooms over you from the distance of how tall it is

there were two well built guards are waiting for your pass to enter the building.

you took a deep breath, taking off your jacket to wrap it around Grim who just woke up and struggling to break through the wrap

he doesn't seem angry but he seemed trapped

after you showed your bandana and confirmation pass, they nodded to each other and opened the gate for you as they bow their heads

"we shall inform Headmaster Crowley"

"please do." you confirm at them

radio statics was heard from behind you, you continue to cradle Grim who had free'd his paws from the jacket wrap and now scratching your clothed chest again like before you arrive but you don't seem to care

your shoes clacked on the concrete floor as you headed inside of the building

there are only several people inside yet everyone seemed to be bowing at your arrival as soon as they notice the bandana on your arm and formal attire.

"you know... Pets are similar to their owners"

Are they really?

"maybe same goes for you..."

if anything, you wouldn't want to be similar to him

because that would be bizzare and uncanny

"the little guy doesn't seem docile and open towards people who has malice inside of them"

it's not like you open to any of your costumers at all, they are all shady people who would use of the advantage of any dirty little secret you said to ruin your life...

"thats why you should keep your secrets to yourself, lock it in, and build a barricade over it so no one could ever break it or break you by using it " he lectured to you while you listen mindfully.

if anything you would just rather be a normal bartender of Silver Bullet instead of being a person with secrets just like your clients.

you opened the wooden oak door to the waiting room, 6 men are inside

2 are guarding the door very rigidly

as the other 4 were waiting and having some tea

well one of them is drinking beer but you know him well enough to pretend its tea for him.

all of their heads turn to you as you stepped inside of the scented waiting room.

a waiting room for a office where all of this hell began

you might never know if Crowley just sees you as a pet or just a tool to keep his legacy standing--

but...

you don't want to be the same as him

a/n: uhh well this is not what i actually planned but i have another idea on my drafts (and what i originally planned to write) and going to be the sequel of this fic so stay tuned (≧▽≦)

ps. i did not proofread this im way too lazy, I'm sorry you have to read this with a shitty writing

[whom-the-hell]

When I laid my eyes on you

Yan!chrolloxreader

Synopsis: Chrollo Lucilfer, the leader of the famous and dangerous gang “Phantom Troupe”, has laid his eyes on you. Does that mean you get to be pampered with gifts and affection you deserve, or does that mean your life will become a cycle of fear and confusion, trying to escape this mans grasp?

Genre: horror

Words: 2.5k

Pronounce used: none(no description of reader)

Warnings: possessive behaviour, kidnapping, noncon kissing, food poisoning, obsessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, delusion, abuse, mentions of sadism(nothing explicitly descriptive)

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It was currently evening, you sighed peacefully at the sight of the sun setting through your café window as you stand behind the counter, waiting for the remaining customers to leave. You worked in a semi small café in the middle of your town, a small and peaceful place to visit when wanting to relax. Your café had this aura you couldn’t quite put your finger on, it was warm and cosy, it made you feel safe and secure, as if nothing can get you while you’re in here.

Daydreaming was also a common thing you would do, because while looking out the window and slowly drifting away in your own thoughts, you haven’t noticed a tall man standing in front of the counter. You only noticed him after he spoke up. “The sunset really does make you dream about the future, it is almost impossible to not be mesmerised by such beauty.” A silky yet soft voice adds to your daydreaming session, and then you snap out of that illusion of comfort and peace. “Oh! Hello there sir, sorry about that, what can I get for you today?” You straighten yourself to meet the stranger. “Don’t apologise, I sometimes also drift away at the sight of a sunset.”

You look at the man standing in front of you. He had a slender body shape, a nice pale complexion, black hair and those, almost, soulless grey eyes.  You find yourself feeling uneasy at the sight of this, very attractive, man. “I- um. What can I get for you today?” He gives you a pleasant smile cocks his head to the side. “Just a cup of black coffee please.” A moment of silence filled the room between you two as you type in his order. “And could you give me your name, please?” You look up at him to meet his gaze. It was a weird sensation that passed by between you two, you couldn’t look away from him even if you wanted to. Something in his eyes sparked, as if he found something he was looking for, for a very long time. “Chrollo.” He simply answers, not breaking eye contact with you. You clear your throat and look away, trying not to make it more awkward between you two as it was. “I’ll ring you up once the order is ready.”

You turn around and get straight to work, trying not to think about the weird interaction you just had with a guy that has the looks of an actor. “Well that was weird…” You think to yourself and continue working on Chrollos order. The whole time you felt uneasy doing it, you felt like you were being watched. Your every move, every action that you’ve done, felt like it was being carefully studied. Once you turned around, you saw him already standing beside the counter, waiting patiently. “Relax Y/n, you’re overthinking this..” You think again, trying to not seem nervous. “Here’s your drink sir, have a nice rest of your day.” You smile and leave the strange man to get his drink and leave.

The rest of your shift passed by like a breeze, an easy way to end your day. It was about 8pm when you locked the door to your adored café, catching a bus home.

The next day at work was nothing unusual. A customer comes in, asks for a drink, they pay, you make the drink, they leave, nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it was so ordinary you were bored out of your mind. “Maybe if I call my friend nobody will mind, right? I mean, there are no customers coming in anyway so..” You dial your friends number and start talking to them on the phone, and the conversation of the strange man from the other day comes up. “He was so hot I’m telling you. He was like this main character who walked out of a Kdrama. I couldn’t even hold a conversation with him, I mean, what was I supposed to say to him? Hey hot stuff, you wanna go out with me after my shift ends so we can talk about how cool the sunset is?”

“I would like that.” The same silky voice from yesterday calls out from the other side of the counter. You quickly turn around in surprise while a crimson blush creeps up on the sides of your face. The man had a cocky smile on his face and his full attention was on you. “I-I’ll call you back later…okay?” You put your phone down and come closer to the counter. “Was I talking that loud..?” You think to yourself.

“Apologies sir, the talk was not about you.” You said with your brave face on, hoping he would buy your act. “Why of course, I have not meant to get in the way of your gossiping.” “I was not gossiping, I was just talking about my day to a friend.” You quickly answer to him. He nods with a proud smile on his face. “I apologize for assuming. May I get the same order as yesterday?” “A black coffee coming right up!” You turn away from him and quickly make his drink, hoping he doesn’t find you weird after that dumb interaction.

Once again, he’s standing right beside the counter, watching you make his order. “There you go sir, have a nice day.” You smile politely and hand the coffee to him, his cold fingers brushing against yours. “You too.”

As embarrassing as it was for you at that moment, you not realising, the relationship between Chrollo and you got more serious. He would wait for you after work and lead you safely home, bring you to dates in restaurants and even send out handwritten letters to you. It was all going perfect, in your mind he was the perfect guy for you, and as time passed by, you found yourself deeply falling in love with this man.

Those romance filled days go by in a flash. You felt yourself be pampered and safe around him, he took care of you, everything was the way it meant to be. Though in reality, it wasn’t. It started to feel as if without him, you’re unsafe, lonely, afraid. Afraid of the shadows in the alleyways, or the strange glances from passers-by. Without him you built up an illusion of fear, as if without him, you were in complete danger. Why? Every time you went home alone, you felt like multiple pairs of eyes watched you go. Every time you headed to work, you felt the feeling of unease creep up behind you. At home you could barely relax because the sense of paranoia didn’t leave you be. You were scared, on edge, always. You start taking breaks from work: “Maybe I’m just tired.” You thought. “Maybe I just need a break.” But it only got worse. Now you felt targeted, no sense of privacy was given to you in your own home. You even called for your friends to come over, but the feeling didn’t leave as the days progressively got worse. Only when Chrollo was there you felt at ease, those eyes disappearing in an instant as he gently touched you. You had no choice but to rely on him.

Relying on him also meant that he would often come over to your place, make you food, read books to you, sleep in the same bed as you… This relationship you built up with him was comforting, maybe you put too much trust in him, maybe you let him in your life a bit too much, maybe you opened up to him for no reason, and maybe you let him take control of your actions too often. But now it was just Chrollo, and he was everywhere. All you could’ve thought about was Chrollo, all he ever told you was that you only need him, and you agreed. So, he took a step further and sealed the deal. You were already his, why would he have to waste any more time by you communicating to other people, or by you being able to look at other guys? 

He called you into his place for a date. “I’ll treat you today, I’ll even cook food for you.” He spoke. “We’ll have a great time; I have everything planned out.” And you believed him. He always sounded so excited about your dates together, so rejecting him was almost impossible for you. “Fine then, should I help you cook?” “Last time we tried cooking together, you almost burned down my apartment, so maybe this time I’ll manage on my own...” You could hear him smiling through the phone. “Fine then.” You say and put down the phone, hurrying to get ready for the date.

You smiled at the delicious looking homemade food standing on your table. “You didn’t have to cook so much food...” You pointed out. “Why not? I thought you enjoyed my cooking.” “I do! But it’s just that you put so much effort and I-“ “Then enjoy my food.” Chrollo cuts you off. You smile and sit down. You pick up the red whine filled glass and take a sip. “Damn, that tastes great!” You point out. “You like it? I bought it just for you.” He winked. It was true, he did buy it just for you. And he cooked food for you, so what’s wrong? Why do you feel so empty after this dinner? Why do you feel sick? Why are you running to the bathroom to vomit? Why are you passed out on the cold bathroom floor? And why the hell is Chrollo carrying you to his car?

Your body ached, you had the feeling that your head was about to explode, and your heart beating at a rapid speed. You wake up in a nice, cosy bed with the pillow that felt like heaven. The blanket was soft and cold, and the rooms temperature was just perfect. But wait… This isn’t how your room feels like. And the heavenlike pillow, and the cosy blanket was not yours…

You jolt up, immediately looking around the room. There you see Chrollo, peacefully sitting in an armchair, reading a book, and drinking what seemed to be black coffee. His gaze turns all its attention to you in almost an instant. “You’re finally awake.” He said, a small smile plastered on his face. “W-where am I…?” You whispered out, not having the energy to yell or put on a fight. “Home. Our home.” Chrollo answers, putting down his book and making his way to the bed you’ve woken up from. You immediately flinch and crawl away, not wanting to be any closer to him. To that he frowns. “It’s fine, I won’t hurt you.” “Did you poison me…? “I did no such thing. I just took you to our place. The place where you will feel safe and secure.” He moves closer to you, his hand reaching out to lift your chin to look at him. Your eyes swell and fresh tears fill your eyesight. “Don’t cry, darling. You’ll be happy here. Happy with me and me alone.” He wipes the tear rolling down your face and leans in, placing a soft kiss to your lips. The lips that will, for a long time, be cussing and protesting against him.

Sadly, your protests will go unnoticed since Chrollo didn’t really seem to mind. He knew this would happen one way or another, so you being pissed for getting taken away against your will, to some random home was not surprising to him. But he didn’t just take you to some place where he would keep you in for eternity, no. He took you to a place where he could ‘cherish you’, or at least that was what he told you. “I love you and you love me. I know adapting to new places is hard, but I’ll help you get used to this, I promise.”

It been a week. A week of fear and confusion flooding inside of you as you try to escape this so called ‘house’. This wasn’t the place you would call home; this was a cage. A cage which you couldn’t leave without permission of a misogynistic man. It didn’t take long for you to figure out that the strange gazes you felt were the Phantom Troupes members spying on you. It didn’t even shock you that the man you fell head over heels for was a No. 1 wanted criminal in Yorknew City. What surprised you was the fact that after getting kidnapped, his demeaner fully changed. The hot, cheerful, and caring person you once knew perished into nothingness, and you were left with a manipulative, egotistic, selfish man. Of course, he thought you still liked him, but those sweet and loving feelings were long gone, replaced by anger and hatred.

Unlike you though, Chrollo still had a life. Places to be and things to do. It was indeed his duty to go and work, so he would leave you. You thought that him leaving would give you a chance to escape. A chance to leave this hell hole and go somewhere safe and peaceful, but once again, all your hopes and dreams were crushed. Chrollo wasn’t a dumb man, he was clever, fast, evil. He would leave one Phantom Troupe member with you. All your actions and words would be remembered and immediately reported to him. You sweet talking any of the members would backlash into a storm coming back home. You would horribly punished once he would be back. “And there I thought you were acting good… Why must you hurt me so much?” His eyes would say otherwise though. A part of you thought he would enjoy this. You acting up and him taking the matter into his own hands, you being completely obedient and calm after the things he has done to you.

Months pass, you feel yourself drifting away from reality as the days pass. A part of you dies in the presence of him in your space. You would have to act clueless around the Phantom Troupe members, loving towards him. He would lay you down beside him, hug you, kiss you, and you would have to endure whatever he wanted to do at the time. You would have no right to speak up against him, no right to act out, no right to ask about the outside world, no right for any conversation that would be associated with family or friends. You were trapped, completely trapped. And he enjoyed seeing you obey, him feeling completely in control of your actions and thoughts.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

have been putting together Iliaster Pokemon Teams off and on fooooor the last couple months or so... I always like to put way too much thought into teams so under the cut I have all my reasonings for these choices. I like Pokemon and I like these characters a Perfectly Normal Amount <3

BRUNO/ANTINOMY:

Lucario: feels just very much like a good partner Pokemon for him...same shade of blue, very noble and loyal, EXTREME SPEED!! something something Lucario's innate aura reading and ability to sense emotions and thoughts vs. Bruno's complicated quest to figure out who he is. I think they would be friends!!! It gets amnesia too in whatever funny Pokemon AU Bruno's situation happens in

Skitty: obligatory Bruno kitty cat pokemon <3

Armarouge: T.G. Halberd Cannon/Blade Blaster type vibes, its pauldrons literally turn into a cannon, fire type echoing the sun in the Antinomy/Yusei duel, also a very loyal Pokemon. Plus bonus counterpart to Primo's Ceruledge >:3c

Rotom: silly little guy who likes motors and electronics and machinery!! Also Bruno having a ghost type and being. yknow. a robotic copy of a dead man. I think it suits him.

Yanmega: T.G. Recipro Dragonfly, it literally has eyes covered with a red visor, it's super fast and its design echoes a vehicle (aircraft rather than motorcycle, but still.)

Registeel/Regieleki: in Tag Force 6 Bruno uses and seems to really like Machina Fortress, so I wanted to give him a big 'ol bulky Steel Type. Antinomy gets Regieleki as a counterpart because it's literally The Fastest Pokemon, probably great for Delta Accel Synchro <3 Also Modern Age/electricity/android type invocations...

Porygon/Porygon2: Bruno needs a boxy little computer friend!! Antinomy gettin the evolved form since a big part of Porygon2's lore is that it was made for space travel...thinkin bout that duel again. The Porygon line, Porygon2 especially, also has a really similar color palette to Bruno's various forms!

Miraidon: ok ive seen people give Jack Miraidon and i get it, it's his color palette, BUT LIKE. THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST BRUNO POKEMON EVER. literal robot motorcycle from the future who washes up on the beach with limited memories!!! it has a silly goofy friendly form and a badass powered up fighter form!!! it can be the perfect counterpart to Yusei having a Koraidon!!! LISTEN.

LESTER:

Skarmory: Meklord Emperor Skiel of course!!! Violent metal bird moment!!

Wingull: in the Tag Force games Lester really likes the Stuffed Seagull Plush item and I think that's just so cute

Zorua: Little red-haired mischief-maker that can create illusions and false appearances?? IT'S PERFECT FOR HIM.

Klang: From the episode when he infiltrated the twins' school, he used Gear Golem the Moving Fortress....gotta give him some gears.

Durant: Skiel Guard! Little weird metal bugaboo :]

Iron Bundle: challenging myself to give all the Iliaster members (aside from Z-one) Future Paradox Pokemon...Lester of course gets the Bird one. It even shoots a laser like Skiel does!!

PRIMO:

Bisharp: god his whole team is just Mean Blade Guys but like. Look at Him. That's Primo. the way Bisharp commands an army of Pawniard the way Primo commands the Diablo also relevant.

Ceruledge: This is kind of the Primo Pokemon of All Time For Me--haunted grudge-powered knight that "cuts its enemies to pieces without mercy" with sword arms infused with "the lingering resentment of a sword wielder who fell before accomplishing their goal"--like... COME ON. DUDE.

Mega Beedrill: gotta shout out the iconic bee commentary of course, and also it's Another Violent Pokemon With Sharp Dangerous Blade-like Arms.

Melmetal: MEKLORD EMPEROR WISEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scizor: Metal-clad evolution of a blade-armed beast, also violent and merciless. And it does the thing where it uses its pincers to look like it has three heads--funny for one of Aporia's components~

Iron Valiant: ANOTHER PRIMO POKEMON OF ALL TIME FROM GEN 9. LIKE!!! White robot with a big dangerous sword, created by a mad science supposedly, "said to be cruel enough to take its brilliantly shining blade and cut down anyone confronting it without hesitation"... THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT

JAKOB:

Mega Aggron: Granel <3 Big fuckoff metal monster. I also thought it would be fun to try and give the Three Nobles each a pure Steel type Pokemon for the Robot Funsies.

Barraskewda: For Granel's bizarrely fish-like canons and components--Barraskewda also being based on a projectile weapon a bonus, too.

Skeledirge: GOTTA give one of the Nobles something that ties into their sub opera singer namesakes, plus Skeledirge's Spanish influence is perfect for Jakob/Jose. And its an aquatic-based animal like all of Granel's components, too :^)

Alolan Golem: For Jakob's big old beard and eyebrow, PLUS it's a grumpy stubborn beast that launches electric rock blasts. Just suits him imo.

Ursaring: gave myself the added challenge of giving The Three Nobles each an unevolved Pokemon that Aporia has the fully evolved form of.... Jakob gets Ursaring for their matching surly expression and eye(s) plus the Guts ability boosting Attack when inflicted with a status effect is perfect for the Gaining Power Through Suffering motif of these guys <3

Iron Hands: Freakishly powerful big bulky electric robot monster!!! Yellow color motif like Granel!!! probably one of the most Meklord-y Paradox Pokemon, to me.

PARADOX sidenote it's so fucked up he just doesnt have a tag force sprite. sad!

Origin Dialga: Since his whole deal in BBT is having a deck of stolen Legendary Iconic Dragon Cards, i GOTTA indulge and give Paradox a bunch of Legendary Dragon Pokemon!!! Origin Dialga is for the time travel and also it's just a bizarre creature that feels on par with Malefic Paradox and Truth Dragon tbh. Plus it was created by Arceus, and Pdox was created by Z-one <3

Zekrom: GEE PARADOX WHY DOES YOUR MOM LET YOU HAVE TWO UNOVA DRAGONS... he's got that whole black and white color motif with his mask/the Malefic dragon armor. And Zekrom's got an engine...like a motorcycle...

Reshiram: Beautiful long haired bishie of a dragon plus the aforementioned black and white motifs. Also the concept of wanting to make a true AND ideal new future is really fun and kind of Very at play with Paradox~

Espathra: A.) im a Psychic Duelist Paradox truther, I rly wanted to give him a Psychic type, B.) Espathra is a violent weirdo that literally has his hair color palette/style. In my mind's eye this was his partner Pokemon originally ....Paradox with a Flittle is so funny to me.

Roaring Moon: if anyone deserves an Ancient AND Future Paradox Pokemon it's... WELL. THIS GUY. Malefics are almost all Dark Dragons so give him the freakish vicious Dragon/Dark that's like a twisted version of an existing monster (much like how Malefics are twisted versions of existing cards ;])

Iron Treads: Successfully continuing to give all the Iliaster guys Future pdox 'mons...Iron Treads is a big robot tire effectively which works great for a guy who motorcycles through time!!!

SHERRY:

Lunala: For that freaky Soul Binding Gate skeleton door, also a Pokemon that is brought under Necrozma's (Z-one's) power. Sherry having Lunala and Aporia having Solgaleo also just makes me a little insane.

Florges: FRENCH. FLOWER LADY. EASY PICK.

Rapidash: For Horse of the Floral Knights/Sherry's horse shaped duel runner...i love that she's a horse girl 🥴

Teddiursa: For that TEDDY BEAR!!! And also, again, her having a Pokemon from the same line as Pokemon Aporia has is just a fun detail for me.

Tsareena: 100% female. Floral Knights/Chevalier le Fleur. Kicks and fights triumphantly.

Iron Leaves: in general Virizion is already a perfect Sherry 'mon (grass horse, based on French literature, etc.) and I imagine she originally had one before it somehow Became an Iron Leaves when she joined Iliaster :^)

APORIA:

Solgaleo: i mean. He Just Looks Exactly Like One!!!! Also Steel/Psychic is a really good type for this big miserable monster lion angel robot. Plus it can be controlled by Necrozma.

Kingambit: Evolved form of Primo's Bisharp, a powerful and intense leader that fights primarily with brute strength. It's also got an ability that boosts its power the more of its allies fall (die <3) Power through suffering!!!

Silvally: Synthetic chimera of mishmashed fused parts created in a lab :) Can only evolve and reach its true potential through friendship :))) also giving him Silvally and Z-one Arceus just to make myself a little sick in the head.

Klingklang: Evolved form of Lester's Klang, mechanical 'mon that echoes the Ark Cradle's Sun Gear(s) that Aporia protects

Ursaluna: Evolve form of Jakob's Ursaring, hulking powerful bear with big claws and a back sail that looks exactly like Aporia's big metal halo.

Iron Jugulis: MEKLORD ASTRO DRAGON TRISKELION!!!! also a hydra like Aporia's duel runner >:D

Z-ONE:

Necrozma: first of all it kind of looks like Z-one's freaky life support+huge claws contraption second of all something something Infinite Light vs. Necrozma being a light consuming monster third of all the way it can dominate and lord over Solgaleo and Lunala. pounds my fists on the pavement.

Celebi: HE'S THE BIG BAD HE GETS AS MANY LEGENDARIES AS HE WANTS and he needs Celebi of course. Time Angel :)

Omastar: Freaky ancient Pokemon that resembles the nautilus shape of Z-one's contraption...also there's something about fossils being kept alive in there somewhere I'm sure.

Mimikyu: this is like. perfect for him tbh HDHGSDFG Wears the guise of another Pokemon and pretends to be it (and I would definitely give Yusei a Pikachu,) reacts with violence and panic when pushed into a corner, Fairy type (like all the Timelords are), competitively can fill the niche of being Difficult and full of underhanded status effects and tactics and I think that's just lovely for Z-one <3 In my mind's eye I like to think this was his partner Pokemon from even before The Yusei Factkinning Event.

Bloodmoon Ursaluna: Well it's literally got the odd 'device' clamped over one of its (weird glowing) eyes and also. For Aporia <3 That's Aporia <33 Z-one's giant time-displaced apex predator with a big weird circle on its forehead <3333

Arceus: THAT'S GOD BABEYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Portal characters in game vs Portal characters in the musical

Game Chell: Silent, is pissed the whole game, hates these robots and their nonsense, she will bite you

Musical Chell: Vibing, only talks in musical numbers, is romantically interested in like two of the robots, just here for the ride

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Game Glados: Cold, petty, the threatening aura of White Diamond from Steven Universe, cares for Chell in her own weird way, monotone

Musical Glados: Dramatic, a disney villain, still petty as hell, does not give a shit about Chell, every other thing she says is sarcastic (literally)

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Game Wheatley: Patient to a degree, little guy, is not romantically interested in Chell AT ALL, calls you ‘Love’ like one time and its during his boss battle, is panicking and having a breakdown for most of his reign over Aperture, apologizes

Musical Wheatley: Thinks he’s no nonsense but in reality he is the nonsense, is tired of everyone around him, calls Chell ‘love’ ‘darling’ etc, has a crush on Chell for whatever reason, another disney villain yet again, tall, is surprisingly pretty good at his job all things considered, never apologizes

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Game Rick: He appears for like five minutes, country accent, does not kiss Chell during the boss fight (On account of having no mouth and that Chell would deck him immediately),has no idea what’s going on but would probably kick someone’s ass for you if he could, 

Musical Rick: Shows up for like half the musical, is a loser, does not have a country accent, kisses Chell during the boss fight for whatever reason, dips whenever there’s danger, he is very tired

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Game Fact Core: Shows up for five minutes, no nonsense, monotone, does not actually say fact at the beginning of every sentence, 

Musical Fact Core: “Aw shit, he huffed the neurotoxin again”, is genuinely unhinged, I don’t think he’s well, shows up for half the musical and still steals it, this man is seconds away from snapping and killing everyone

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Game Space Core: Space :)

Musical Space: Space :)