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By undead wolf lord

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Important question but how would Shang have reacted if medusa reader had died between Mkx or something, like not long after many of the other characters were turned into Revannts, she got taken out as well despite her best efforts, and got resurrected by Quan Chi. How would he react when he comes back in mk11 to his wife’s death and turned into a undead servant.

Short answer: Astonishment at the fact Quan-chi managed to get his hooks into her. Shortly follows by a cold fury he barely manages to contain. Given who is allies are and the fact he’s got beef with EVERYONE, he’s not going to show the full extent your death and enslavement has on him. Granted, Medusa!Reader doesn’t exactly make it easy.

Long answer below:

Fujinn groans as he blinks against the low torchlight. The first thing he notices is the feeling of cold metal wrapped around his wrists, and just a glance up confirms what he suspected to be true. He's chained to the ceiling with both his arms in the air. The demigod's chains rattle as he looks to his left and right to find Night Wolf and Shang Tsung chained by their hands with their backs against pillars decorated with skulls.

"Night Wolf! Shang Tsung!"

Fujinn's calls finally rouse the Matokka and Sorcerer from their stupor. Both men take a quick moment to observe their surroundings, which look to be made in a gothic style, with bones decorating every surface as far as they can see. Night Wolf is the first to speak.

"Where are we?"

They already had a good idea where they were, given that the last thing they recalled was attempting to sneak past the Netherealm armies, only to be captured by Lui Kang's Revenant. That and Shinnok's decapitated head directly in front of them, where its been placed on a wheel that crackled with red lightning. Just as Shang Tsung was about to answer, a familiar voice beat him to it.

"Why, you're in Lord Shinnok's Bone Temple."

Shang Tsung feels his heart skip a beat at that voice. While it's raspier than he remembered with a dual undertone, leaving a faint echo to your words, he's known it for so many eons that he'd recognize it anywhere. Yet, as he tried to turn his head to the side to catch even a glimpse of your figure, you were already gone. Instead, he's met with former Empress Sindel's Revenant.

"Sindel, you look well. Death becomes you."

He comments with his usual poise and smug expression, barely faltering when Sindel scratches his cheek.

"Always the charmer, Shang Tsung. I will enjoy feeding Lord Shinnok your soul."

Your voice could then be heard again; this time, the Sorcerer can get a good look at you.

"Can we not have ssssome fun with them first? I'm sure our Lord has been dying for some entertainment."

You stood in front of the pillar Night Wolf was chained to with a veil that covered the upper half of your face with a familiar, serene, and sinister grin he fondly remembers. However, you had undergone many changes after his death. Like the rest of the Revenants, your once vibrant and lively form had become an ashen grey, with your snakes becoming black as coal with glowing yellow eyes. While he couldn't see your eyes, as usual, he could make out a faint glow from behind the mask; no doubt, your gaze had become filled with fire with barely a trace of you left. You had a thick orange line covering the entire neck like that of a choker, yet Shang Tsung already knows that's the injury that killed you after Sindel chopped your head off.

Sindel scowls at you. "This would not be because you wish to keep the Sorcerer for yourself, would it?"

You reply with a clear, patronizing tone while waving your taloned hands in front of you. Sindel and Night Wolf scowl deeply at you. The latter's expression shifts into one of disgust as you lean close to him, your nest of snakes snapping their jaws just a hair's width from his skin.

"Oh no no, Sssindel. Fujinn and Night Wolf, the man who killed you, most certainly deserve to suffer. I am simply reminding you to enjoy yourself while doing so, to entertain our Lord. However, if I may make a suggestion,"

In the blink of an eye, you stood before Shang Tsung to gently caress his face, careful with your talons, unlike Sindel.

”Wouldn’t he make a better Revenant than a snack for our Lord? Surely, it could never hurt to ensure our victory for the New Era by recruiting more minions.”

The Sorcerer's gaze narrows in a mixture of cold fury and dejection. How could Quan-chi, that second-rate Sorcerer, have the gull to claim his wife as a minion? How could you, a conniving sorceress who's always stood by his side for centuries, be brought so low? He should've been wiser as to listen to your suspicions of Quan-chi.

Yet, it's a relief to know that even in your sorry new form, your love hasn't wavered. Even if said love includes you briefly scuffling with Night Wolf's Revenant on his behalf, only so you could drag him to what remained of Shinnok to make him "better and stronger" once you see the damage the Revenant did to his face.

"I am sure Lord Shinnok will resurrect you once I convince him of your worth. I did not forget our vows, my love. Not even death will part us forever; soon, we will never be apart."

Fortunately, Fujinn interfered before you could carry out your plan, by sending an arrow in your direction which you easily dodge. You hiss at the demi-god as you move your entire body in front of Shang Tsung to block him from view.

"HE. ISsssSss. MINE!"

You then pounce at Fujinn who held out his crossbow in front of him to jam between your jaws, preventing you from sinking your fangs into his flesh.

Despite the flashes of pain that pulsated from his face, it still touched Shang Tsung to know that you still remained so steadfast in your devotion to him, as much as you could under Shinnok's control anyway. There's no use in stewing in his anger and astonishment for now. He will succeed in resurrecting both you and Sindel, then claiming Kronika's crown for himself with you by his side as his muse while rebuilding fate and destiny in his image.

A/N: I hope this answered your question well enough😅Don't forget to comment, like, and reblog!

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Okay, so!

My giftee was interested in c!Technoblade and a playlist, so I made a little song cycle! The cycle is in 8 parts (acts) with 7 songs each, and the whole thing will take just under 3 hours to listen to, with each individual act being 20-25 minutes. I'm posting the graphics, song lists, and spotify playlists (there are 8 separate playlists) in order, but if spotify isn't your jam, isn't accessible, or if you'd rather all in one go, at the end of this post (along with some more info about the cycle) is a youtube playlist that contains all 56 songs all at once!

Act 1: World Conqueror • I'm Born to Run (American Authors) • Taking Over the World (Coyote Theory) • Aulon Raid (The Mountain Goats) • Renegades (X Ambassadors) • Ends of the Earth (Lord Huron) • Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde) • Immortals (Fall out Boy)

Act 2: (We Have) The Blade • The Horror and the Wild (The Amazing Devil) • Revolution (The Score) • Riot (Hollywood Undead) • Legend (The Score) • The Phoenix (Fall Out Boy) • Raging Fire (Phillip Phillips) • Unstoppable (The Score)

Act 3: Interlude; Peer Pressure • Borderline (Tame Impala) • Angry Too (Lola Blanc) • Victorious (Panic! at the Disco) • Blood (End Credits) (My Chemical Romance) • Bang! (AJR) • Sinners (Barns Courtney) • Never Going Back (The Score)

Act 4: Die Like One • Pale White Horse (The Oh Hellos) • Point of No Return (Starset) • Let's Kill Tonight (Panic! at the Disco) • Rebels (Call Me Karizma) • Enemies (The Score) • Born Ready (Zayde Wolf) • This is it (Oh The Larceny)

Act 5: Retirement or; • Thousand Eyes (Of Monsters and Men) • People I Don't Like (UPSAHL) • Whatever it Takes (Imagine Dragons) • Under the Pressure (The Score) • Another Way Out (Hollywood Undead) • Monster (Willyecho) • Ghost (Confetti)

Act 6: Welcome Home Theseus (Minor Acts of Terrorism) • Play Dirty (Kevin McAllister [SEBELL]) • Emperor's New Clothes (Panic! at the Disco) • Wrecking Ball (Mother Mother) • Glory and Gore (Lorde) • Bang Bang (Hippo Campus) • Allies or Enemies (The Crane Wives) • Novocaine (Fall Out Boy)

Act 7: It Ends Today (I'm a Person) • Roots (Imagine Dragons) • Wolves (Sam Tinnesz, Silverberg) • My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light 'Em Up) (Fall out Boy) • Fire (Barns Courtney) • Wine Red (The Hush Sound) • Take Me To War (The Crane Wives) • Ready Set Let's Go (Sam Tinnesz)

Act 8: Sic Semper Tyrannis • Bit by Bit (Mother Mother) • Up The Wolves (The Mountain Goats) • Creature (Half • Alive ) • Kings (Tribe Society) • Run Like A Rebel (The Score) • The Ballad of the Broken Bones (The Low Anthem) • Hieroglyphs (The Oh Hellos) ━━━ ➼ ━━━━

I tried to pick music that aesthetically, musically, and lyrically matched c!Techno's vibes--the playlist follows his story from pre-DSMP to post-Doomsday (so not the whole thing, but a nice, peaceful ending point). The intention is for you to follow c!Techno's journey as you listen, and I think this playlist has a rather nice message about finding yourself and finding peace through rather hostile circumstances and worldviews. It gave me a lot of peace and joy to make, and I hope you enjoy, giftee and anyone else, and have fun listening! Youtube Link

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Jaune: hay ruby do you ever get hit with nostalgia.

Ruby: yes but I don't understand how you can get nostalgia about the war against the night lords.

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Jaune: Well it just reminds me a lot of this one show I would watch as a kid. I remember the intro song so well I even brought it with me on a CD. oh I know we can watch it later. I have the whole first season With me. It's in my look box I keep under my bed.

Ruby: Oh that's a great idea. I can invite Yang Weiss and Blake and you can invite Pariah, and that ghost that keeps bothering you guys. It'll be like a sleepover. I can just imagine it now the hero rolling up and knocking out the mean night Lords before they could harm anybody like superheroes.

Jaune: Good idea you can even find some cartoons from your childhood as well. We can make it a night full of childhood memories, see for your sister has some as well. AND WEISS .

Ruby: oh you said weiss pretty Quick there are you trying to see if there's any childhood stuff you can use to woo her.

Jaune: w-whhat nooo… yes How did you figure out that we're supposed to be the same intelligence and I'm a dumbass.

Ruby: I'm a wolf Jaune, wolves are always clever on the hunt. Puffing her chest out in Pride .

Jaune: huf. Can you please do This for me. Ruby it wasn't my intention for it but you know it just came to me and I really would like to get to know her better.

Ruby: Why do you even like her so much she shut you down at every corner would make a horrible mate.

Jaune: There's just something about her. her headstrong defiance of her beautiful blue eyes. She's the type of person that doesn't let anything Define her or hold her back. Every time I've seen her talk and she acts like she has complete control of her destiny. I guess in some weird way I'm just jealous of her but that's also what makes her attractive to me she's just free I guess.

Ruby: … huh well I'm free spirited you know. ______________________________________________________________4 Hours later ______________________________________________________________

Yang: All right we have an assortment of childhood nostalgia guaranteed to bring back anyone from depression and talk about how good the old days were.

Weiss: I Fail to see how this will help us.

Yang: Because some of us had a childhood Beyond drinking blood that was thousands of years old or whatever you do and fighting my siblings to become the heir of a company.

Weiss: Do you have any idea how racist you just were.

Blake: ironic.

Jaune:  what your family owns a company.

Weiss turning your head to look at the full next to her.

Weiss: Are you for real right now. like really real are you that much of a fool.

Ruby: alright before you start belittling my underling let's start with pulling a show name out of a hat.Sticking her hand in and pulling it out it red Dragon Tales.

Yang: Alright I'm first. walking up to the assortment of DVDs they had laid out on a coffee table, picking one up and walking over to the TV which had a DVD player plugged into it courtesy of Jaune. everyone got to their seats Ruby plopped down on Jaune lap. Yang sat next to Jaune on the couch making sure he didn't do anything with ruby. Weiss Sat by herself on a single seat. Pariah sat on the other side of Jaune.  Blake laid on the floor flat on her stomach. and Ren was just sort of floating in the air.

2 hours later

Yang: Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales It's almost time for Dragon Tales Come along and take my hand Let's all go to Dragon Land.

Blake: You're Insufferable. I know we have the whole weekend to watch this but stillI can think of much better ways of spending our time. Like keeping Jaune magic under control.

Weiss: I think for once I agree with you. But I don't think that  country bumpkin is as scary or powerful as you say. What is more likely is that our head professor made some sort of bet that he can make a human strong and so he intervened making it seem like Jaune was that powerful after all the image of everything amongst the council. 

Pariah: Well there's no need to be so mean I'm sure Jaune is plenty strong. and while that does make some sense I still believe he can achieve strength Just look at Achilles after all. 

Jaune: I think we're getting off topic. here let's just pick out the next one. sticking his hand into the Hat as quickly as he can he pulls out Hercules by Bisney.

pariah: it's my turn. Oh I just know you'll love it Jaune it's a story about the hero Hercules similar to me except in real life he's a bit of an asshole. Oh I know you can come visit my family up in Mountain Olympus maybe even visit my uncle Hades I'm sure you'd like pomegranates there we could have some together.

Jaune: maybe some other time like during summer break. Maybe if we still had time you can come visit my family. We live up north Near a mountain range.

pariah: oh I'd love to meet your family. I'm sure we could have a lot to talk about (like a marriage contract).

Weiss: He said you live up north right. 

Jauna: Yeah.Scratching the back of his neck.

weiss: I hope you don't live too far the farther you go the more dead it gets. I'd hate to spend some time where trees don't bloom. Most of the wildlife you'll see is a mixture of Undead and dying.

Jaune: Does this mean you'll come visit me and my family. Jaune said with all the Hope in his voice possible.

weiss: no but if you have a stable Village up there there's lots of dust and magical crystals that can be harvested well necromancy is a rare Magic and it's Crystal's even rarer they are still widely used to bring the dead back to life such as Frankenstein's or recently deceased people you can make a killing selling those things. your family may be a profitable business venture if you have a stable community set up.

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Smokinotter: Frankenstein's as they referred to by the creator of the first one are a hodgepodge of creatures or humanoid Parts brought back to life usually sentient although they retain none of the personality of the people or creatures they are made up of. In essence they are completely new people whose life is dependent on getting new Mana circulating through them. to bring a Frankenstein to life you need a death Crystal which is concentrated death Magic. unlike regular zombies which are mostly mindless Drones with a little bit of death magic put into them. although the occasional one can regain their Former Intelligence and become “alive again” Although this is a rare occurrence and only happens to those with obscene amounts of magic power before death creating Liches. ______________________________________________________________

Pariah: anyway back to the movie( you fucking blood sucking Leech).                              

I don't care how far, I can go the distance 'Till I find my hero's welcome waiting in your arms I will search the world, I will face its harms 'Till I find my hero's welcome waiting in your arms.

Pariah: Isn't that just a beautiful song Jaune.

Jaune: yeah I can totally imagine you being someone's knight in shining armor.

Thunderstorm appearing outside 

Pariah: Yes….. me 

Blake sensing this is going. alright I'm next.

Ruby hey we didn't draw your movie out the Hat.

Blake: Nor do I care to do this stupid quote tradition you do. standing up and walking over to a collection of DVDs that are slightly smaller now she picks Mulan.

Blake: This is the animated movie we will be watching and you will enjoy it.

Yang: Someone's feisty, what's wrong cat got your tongue.

Blake: Deep breath in deep breath out. No Now shut up and enjoy it.

Let's get down to business To defeat the Huns. Did they send me daughters When I asked for sons? You're the saddest bunch I ever met But you can bet before we're through Mister, I'll make a man out of you Tranquil as a forest But on fire within Once you find your center You are sure to win You're a spineless pale pathetic lot And you haven't got a clue Somehow I'll make a man out of you I'm never gonna catch my breath Say goodbye to those who knew me Why was I a fool in school for cutting gym? This guy's got them scared to death! Hope he doesn't see right through me Now I really wish that I knew how to swim We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon Time is racing toward us 'Til the Huns arrive Heed my every order And you might survive You're unsuited for the rage of war So pack up, go home, you're through How could I make a man out of you? We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

Ren: You know for someone who's all about equality this movie was an odd choice for you given the time period.

Blake: really I like the message it sends plus I also helps that most of our heritage stems from Mistral.

Ruby: It's my turn. Before any objections could be made she hopped up from Jonah's laughing with a skip and a Beat ran over to the DVD collection the Hat apparently having been long abandoned. Retrieving from the collection Halloweentown another Bisney product. 

Weiss: A childish movie for a childish person.  I suppose I'll go next leaving only the pumpkin left since ren came from a time before TV shows and movies were a thing. I'll have to show you all what class is. Wes elegantly getting up from her seat and walking across the floor without making a sound picked up a DVD with. The Phantom of the Opera on it.

Yang: huuugh boring  you should really get some better taste and movies.

Weiss: unlike you I'm refined and I'll not be wasting my precious time on something as foolish as an action movie.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find 'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside my mind Sing once again with me our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet And though you turn from me to glance behind 'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside your mind Those who have seen your face draw back in fear I am the mask you wear, it's me they hear Your spirit and my voice in one combined 'The Phantom of the Opera' is there inside my mind 'The Phantom of the Opera' 'The Phantom of the Opera'

Weiss: I hope you all learned something from this that fine Film Production will far exceed anything for the Mindless masses you all should thank me for the chance to learn this. A collective groan was heard from the group; the only ones who liked it were Ren and Blake.

Jaune: Well I guess it's my turn to walk up to his DVD. It's a strange thing compared to the others, no advertisement, no coloration, just a simple disc and a case  labeled Konrad Kerr's.

Weiss: That's a strange name and are you sure this isn't a pirated copy? One Wouldn't surprises me given where you come from.

Yang:  why is it a strange name for a movie granted that's definitely a pirated copy but still.

Weiss: well if you must know Konrad Kerr's. was the one who started the whole night Lord's War he believed that through fear he could rule an absolute power it's unknown what he was many believed him to be a lich a little son believed him to be a vampire all that's known as that he was an incredibly dangerous individual with sadistic tendencies comparable to that of demons.

Yang: Then it's probably some really old movie during the war about how he was beaten by a hero or something. How did this even come up by the way.

Ruby: oh well we were at the Museum and Jonah talked about how he got nostalgia and so we sort of spiraled out from there about watching movies and TV shows from our childhood.

yang: huh so this is what vomit boy listened to when he was little we 'lad.

Jaune: Yep I remember watching this movie over and over and over again my dad said it was his favorite. He said Grandpa even helped in making it.

Plug it in right off the bat this did not scream child appropriate but living so far and into the woods where grim and far worse can get you it's not surprising that children would not be exposed to the most appropriate media. and then it started although in the style of animation what they were exposed to was unfiltered Gore true acts committed by the night Lord's army.

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Boys and girls of every age, would you like to see something strange? All your nightmares will come true: the Night Lords have come for you.

We have come for you! We have come for you! Run in fear from the Lords of Night! We have come for you! We have come to butcher you! Maim and kill with bolt and blade and claw and fright!

It is time! Your lives will be through! The Night Lords have come for you.

am the one who has seen your death, ready to make you breathe your final breath!

I am the prince of the crows in the air, cower and run, or face me if you dare!

We have come for you! We have come for you! We've come for you! Come for you! Come for you! Come for you!

Rend their flesh, break their bone; death to the slaves of the Golden GOD!

It is time! Don't we love it now? Everyone's waiting for the next surprise!

Black eyes, claws for hands, gnawing on a dead man, something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream!

We have come for you! We have come for you! come for you! come for you!

Everybody scream! Everybody scream!

The Night Lords are taking wing.

I am the one that will tear off your face! Flay, slice and slash, then leave without a trace!

I am the 'who' when you call 'Who's there?'

I am the wind rushing through your hair.

I am a symbol of the Legion's might, filling the hearts of my foes with fright!

We have come for you! We have come for you! We've come for you! Come for you! Come for you! Come for you!

To all creatures everywhere, life's no fun without a good scare.

It's our job to frighten you; the Night Lords have come for you.

It is time!

Don't we love it now? Everyone's waiting for the next surprise!

The Dominus Nox will chop you into blocks, you'll scream out for mercy as he flenses off your skin!

We have come for you! Everybody scream! Won't you please make way for a very special guy?

Konrad Kerr's is Lord of the Lords of Night, everyone hail to the Dominus Nox!

We have come for you! We have come for you! We've come for you! Come for you! Come for you! Come for you!

Rend their flesh, break their bones; death to the slaves of the Golden GOD.

NIGHT LORDS: La! La-la-la! La-la-la! La-la-la-la-la! FOR CENTURIES

HAVE I LAIN DORMANT, AND NOW I RETURN...

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Throughout every moment of this song everyone saw every bit of violence from the generals of the night lords taking to the night to rip and tear their enemies to bits. to Konrad Kerr's himself appearing to men being Chopped into blocks begging for mercy as they were flayed alive. by the end of it Ruby was hiding under the blanket on Jaune lap pariah was hugging into his shoulder and genuine fear. Blake's hair stood on end at the back of her neck. Ren for the first time in a long time felt fear not for himself but for what could have happened to his friends if this were true and the Lord of night did return. Weiss for all her Elegance couldn't deny this man was absolutely a vampire of sorts, how else could you explain such an oppressive Aura after all vampires were the peak of evolution, the second closest being humans. Yang for all her bravado and all her tribes cruelty before she left to live with her father permanently never experienced anything close to this. all the while Jaune was singing along blissfully unaware of the true context of the song just liking the tune of his childhood show.

Jaune: Well that's episode one we still have a few more to go I think it was 29 more in total. Before he could make good on his words a blast of magic lit up from Yang's hand destroying it.

yang: oops sorry but after a while if not flexing I get a bit Twitchy. Hey I know how about we all have giant sleepovers you know like friends do. to anyone other than Jaune it was obvious she was scared to sleep by herself.

RWB_: Great idea/I suppose it wouldn't be a problem trying out common people's traditions/I've been feeling a bit more sociable. 

Blake: You know this explains too much about you how you are so unnerved about going to the school.

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righter hear and this was a bitch and a half to make and I want to say I am so sorry for how long it took to come out but I got strep throat and it only got worse as I try to write this along with hitting writer's block and playing video games with friends.

I'm sorry also let me know if I should avoid this type of writing in the future because this felt super cringe oh yeah also I own none of the Affiliated songs or products related to what I have put into here I am merely using them for references to Childhood songs in reference to how fuckt up Jaune was.

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Ask Richter and Co. is now open for business!

Somewhere, hidden out of sight in a dingy apartment in Tokyo, lurks a creature of the night... What will you ask of him?

You can find Richter's full story here. Character descriptions under the cut!

Richter Belmont

Age: 262

Species: Vampire

Occupation: Pretending not to exist

Hobbies and interests: Woodworking and carpentry, model building/gunpla, cooking, video games, listening to music, watching movies

While Maria and Alucard were successfully able to free Richter from Shaft's influence, his sins- unwitting though they may have been- did not come without a price. Castlevania's dark energy changed Richter, cursing him with an illness few other than the legendary Simon Belmont have ever overcome. Seven days later, Richter was dead; Seven days, several minutes, and a drop of blood later, Richter was undead. 

Though Richter's family pledged to support him despite his newfound monstrosity, he knew his presence would only put them in danger. In order to protect his wife, Annette, and their young children, Richter left home, accompanied by Maria and their new friend Alucard. The three of them took up residence in Berkeley Mansion, an abandoned manor in the woods outside the town of Veros. There, the three were able to carve out a comfortable (if unorthodox) life for themselves.

Alucard and Richter soon became close friends, and stayed together through Maria's death, the burning of their home, numerous Dracula-related events, and finally, Alucard's pursuit of Dracula's reincarnation. The two now reside in a small apartment in Tokyo, where Richter spends his time attending to household chores and pursuing his hobbies. 

Up until recently, his existence was kept an absolute secret; he's now known to several of Alucard's associates, but still avoids the Agency and their landlord.

Alucard (Legal name: Genya Arikado)

Age: 577

Species: Dhampir

Occupation: Office worker/paranormal investigator/vampire hunter

Hobbies and interests: Fashion, magic, literature, illustration, listening to music, video games

It seems the long-suffering child of Count Dracula can never have a moment's peace. Though Dracula is no longer a threat, and Alucard has long since come to terms with himself and his family history, he's now terrorized by an entirely different type of horror: employment. Gone are the days of galavanting through Europe, sword in his hand and sister at his side; now he endures miseries such as emails, meetings, and rent.

When he's not working or sleeping, Alucard can generally be found spending time with his friends and family, or participating in the local goth and visual kei scene.

Soma Cruz

Age: 19

Species: Human

Occupation: College student

Hobbies and interests: Video games, manga, magic and the supernatural, fashion

There are those who have expressed concern over Soma, the reincarnation of the dark lord, being left to his own devices. Those who know him, however, know that Soma's no more of a threat to humanity than your average young witch whose enthusiasm far exceeds their experience. Though he wholeheartedly condemns his past life's decisions, Soma is fascinated by all things related to vampires and magic; he is eager to learn all he can, and maybe just a little bit bitter that he can't turn into a wolf. 

For many years, Alucard and Richter kept Soma at a distance, afraid of what would happen if he were to learn of Richter's existence and the truth of Arikado's identity. Fortunately, Soma took the revelation in stride. He greatly looks up to Alucard and Richter, and can often be found at their apartment, playing games or nagging them to teach him new spells.

Other Friends and Family

Mina Hakuba

Soma's best friend, a miko at Hakuba Shrine. Mina is no stranger to the supernatural, as her family’s shrine has long played a role in the fight against Dracula and other threats; though she lacks combat skills, her ability to keep a level head in the face of danger is impressive. Her kind heart, polite manners, and relentless determination have earned her many friends.

Julius Belmont

Richter’s great-great-something-or-other grandson. Though Dracula himself is no longer a threat, Julius is still active as a vampire hunter, dividing his time primarily between Japan and Romania. He can sometimes be a bit rough around the edges, but is a loyal friend nonetheless.

Yoko Belnades

Richter’s extremely distant cousin, a witch who works at a Latino-Japanese interfaith church in Tokyo. Yoko is a chatterbox and a bit of a gossip, but she knows how to keep a secret when need be, and is quite sharp-witted. Richter finds she often reminds him of Maria.

Maria Renard

Richter’s beloved little sister. An expert vampire hunter and powerful witch, Maria lived a long and eventful life, eventually dying of old age. Her spirit is a frequent visitor to Alucard and Richter’s apartment, always eager to stay involved in the goings-on of her lifelong housemates.

Annette Belmont

Richter’s wife, a headstrong woman who bravely defied Dracula. Though they lived separately for most of their lives, Richter and Annette maintained a devoted love for each other, and Richter has always regretted the pain his mistakes caused her and their then-young children. 

Juste, Lydie, and Maxim

Richter’s parents. A rowdy yet inseparable trio. They accepted Alucard into their family just as openly as Maria, and though he was already an adult by the time they met, Alucard views them as having been far better parents to him than Dracula ever was. However, Juste is by far the most nosy of Alucard and Richter’s ghostly houseguests, and has a tendency to complain about any interior design choices that he finds distasteful.

Trevor, Sypha, and Grant

Alucard’s very first friends, and Richter’s distant ancestors. A rough-and-tumble group of misfits from medieval Wallachia. Though their visits are less frequent than others, they’re fascinated by “the future”, finding it both amusing and disturbing.

Dante

Alucard and Richter’s long-distance friend. A cambion devil hunter, and talented guitarist. He was Richter’s first (and, for many years, only) friend after Maria’s death. His carefree attitude belies a dark past not unlike Alucard’s own.

[satoshi-mochida]

Some games on the PlayStation Indies sale. Full list here, ends November 29th.

2064: Read Only Memories

A Light in the Dark A Little Lily Princess

A Space For The Unbound

Alchemic Cutie

ALTDEUS: Beyond Chronos

Battle Princess Madelyn

Broforce

Bugsnax

Caffeine: Victoria’s Legacy

Coffee Talk Coffee Talk Episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly

Cotton Fantasy

DJMAX RESPECT

Doki Doki Literature Club Plus

DREDGE

Fault -Milestone One-

Giga Wrecker Alt.

Hoa

Idol Manager

Ikai

Inside

Kaze and The Wild Masks

Limbo

LUNARK

MAGLAM LORD

Mercenaries Wings: The False Phoenix

METAL MAX Xeno Reborn

Metal Wolf Chaos XD

Mighty Switch Force! Collection

Monochrome Order

Mothmen 1966

MUSYNX

No Straight Roads No Time To Explain

Oddworld: Soulstorm

Panorama Cotton

Project LUX

Rabi-Ribi

River City Girls Zero

Shadows of Adam Shantae and the Pirate’s Curse Shantae: Risky’s Revenge – Director’s Cut

The Wild at Heart

TOKYO CHRONOS

Touhou Double Focus Touhou Genso Rondo: Bullet Ballet Touhou Genso Wanderer Touhou Genso Wanderer Reloaded Touhou Kobuto V: Burst Battle

Umihara Kawase BaZooKa! Undead Darlings

Undertale

Virgo Versus the Zodiac

Wavetale

When the Past was Around

White Day

[adventure-showdown]

What is the greatest Doctor Who story ever told?

Wow, we are now down to a measly 256 stories

as before everything has been put into groups of 32 (as fairly as i can manage). Every day I will post the matches for one group, with Friday's off. At the end of the round groups will be paired up and mashed together to do it all again. That means the order the matches below are listed in has no baring on what they'll be against next round

You can still submit propaganda for posts here

ROUND 1 ROUND 2

ROUND 3

Day 8

Death of the Doctor vs Miracle Day

For Tonight We Might Die vs Small Worlds

A Day in the Death vs The Mark of the Berserker

Day of the Clown vs The Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith

K9 and Company vs The Nightmare Man

Adam vs Ghost Machine

Everything Changes vs Reset

Exit Wounds vs Children of Earth

The Curse of Anubis vs Dream-Eaters

Out of Time vs Detained

The Curse of Clyde Langer vs Co-Owner of a Lonely Heart/Brave-ish Heart

Fragemnts vs Captain Jack Harkness

The Wedding of Sarah-Jane Smith vs The Custodians

Dead Man Walking vs Countrycide

Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang vs Goodbye, Sarah-Jane Smith

Fear itself vs The Metaphysical Engine or What Quill Did

previous and future days under the cut - unfortunately i will have to get rid of the links after each day because there will be too many and the post will break, however they will all be tagged #round 3 (I think this is the last round I'll have to do this)

Day 1

The War Games vs The Gunfighters

The Daleks vs The Edge of Destruction

The Romans vs The Sea Devils

The Invasion vs The Time Meddler

The Green Death vs The Daleks' Master Plan

The Curse of Peladon vs The Aztecs

Terror of the Autons vs The Web of Fear

The Chase vs The Enemy of the World

The Daemons vs An Unearthly Child

The Power of the Daleks vs The Time Monster

The Dalek Invasion of Earth vs The Macra Terror

The Ark in Space vs Inferno

The Three Doctors vs The Evil of the Daleks

The Horns of Nimon vs The Tenth Planet

Spearhead from Space vs Dr Who and the Silurians

The Sensorites vs The Mind Robber

Day 2

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances vs Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel

Day of the Doctor vs The Stolen Earth/Journey's End

Partners in Crime vs Gridlock

A Good Man Goes to War vs Turn Left

Blink vs Amy's Choice

Planet of the Ood vs The Runaway Bride

Utopia vs The End of the World

The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone vs Dalek

Midnight vs The Doctor's Daughter

The God Complex vs Smith and Jones

The Eleventh Hour vs The Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords

The Girl Who Waited ve Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead vs The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon

Father's Day vs Fires of Pompeii

The Waters of Mars vs The Doctor's Wife

The Beast Below vs Vincent and the Doctor

Day 3

The Fifth Citadel vs The Scarlet Empress

Camera Obscura vs The Book of the War

Lungbarrow vs The Cars that Ate London

Unnatural History vs Vampire Science

Mad Dogs and Englishmen vs The Creeping Death

The Eleven Day Empire/The Shadow Play vs A Photograph to Remember

The Scorchies vs Alien Bodies

The Forgotten Village vs I am the Master

A Full Life vs Interference

Living Legend vs Solitaire

The Year of Intelligent Tigers vs Human Nature

Peri and the Piscon Paradox vs No Place

The Lumiat vs Rhys and Ianto's Excellent Barbecue

Square One vs Gallifrey IV

The Last Post vs Death and the Queen

The Adventuress of Henrietta Street vs The Bekdel Test

Day 4

posted alongside day 3 to catchup on an earlier missed day

City of Death vs Trial of Time Lord

The Keeper of Traken vs The Brain of Morbius

Earthshock vs Castrovalva

Planet of Fire vs Survival

Enlightenment vs Paradise Towers

The Mark of the Rani vs State of Decay

The Pirate Planet vs Battlefield

The Key to Time vs Remembrance of the Daleks

The Curse of Fenric vs Warriors' Gate

Snakedance vs The Face of Evil

Horror of Fang Rock vs The Stones of Blood

The Deadly Assassin vs The Robots of Death

Genesis of the Daleks vs Mawdryn Undead

Vengeance on Varos vs The Five Doctors

Logopolis vs Ghost Light

The Androids of Tara vs The Caves of Androzani

Day 5

Whatever Happened to Sarah-Jane vs The Halloween Apocalypse

Listen vs Hell Bent

The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang vs Under the Lake/Before the Flood

Last Christmas vs The Pilot

Mummy on the Orient Express vs War of the Sontarans

Village of the Angels vs Oxygen

Dark Water/Death in Heaven vs Time Heist

Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror vs Husbands of River Song

World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls vs It Takes You Away

Spyfall vs The Haunting of Villa Diodati

Flatline vs Eve of the Daleks

The Woman Who Fell to Earth vs The Magician's Apprentice/The Witch's Familiar

Thin Ice vs Fugitive of the Judoon

The Power of the Doctor vs Demons of the Punjab

Face the Raven vs Extremis

Flux vs Heaven Sent

Day 6

Time Crash vs Space/Time

Unnatural Selection vs Shada (webcast with 8)

Space in Dimension Relative and Time vs Doctorin' the TARDIS

Farewell, Sarah-Jane vs P.S.

Downtime vs Dr Who and the Daleks

The Flood vs Old Friends

Nothing at the End of the Lane vs Dalek Weetabix advert

The Land of Happy Endings vs An Adventure in Space and Time

Night of the Doctor vs Step Into the 80s/On Through the 80s

12 Doctors 12 Stories vs Pond Life

Merry Christmas Doctor Who vs Clara and the TARDIS

Shada (animated reconstruction) vs The Zero Imperative

The Star Beast vs Dimensions in TIme

The Room with All the Doors vs Scream of the Shalka

The Devil of Winterborne vs The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot

The Terror Game vs The Curse of Fatal Death

Day 7

The Chimes of Midnight vs The Company of Friends: Izzy's Story

The Red Lady vs Albie's Angels

Absent Friends vs The Holy Terror

Ship in a Bottle vs The Kingmaker

Scherzo vs Jubilee

The Greatest Show in the Galaxt vs UNIT Dating

Storm Warning vs Human Resources

Seasons of Fear vs Day of the Master

To the Death vs Dragonfire

The Love Vampires vs Zagreus

Horror of Glam Rock vs The Natural History of Fear

Neverland vs Caerdroia

Doctor Who and the Pirates vs Robophobia

The Marian Conspiracy vs The Silver Turk

Better Watch Out/Fairytale in Salzburg vs The Happiness Patrol

The Grey Man in the Mountain vs A Death in the Family

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Aemond Targaryen Playlist

This is a mixture of young and older Aemond

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid- Pierce the Veil

Brand New Numb- Motionless in White

Burn- 2WEI

For the Dancing and the Dreaming- Erutan

Dragon- Built by Titan

To The Sky- Owl City

Castle- Halsey

I See Fire- Ed Sheeran

Where No One Goes- John Powell

Rise- Katy Perry

Love the Way You Hate Me- Like a Storm

Soft- Motionless in White

Kill or be Killed- New Years Day

Killer in the Mirror- Set it Off

Animal I Have Become- Three Days Grace

Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Lorde

Run Boy Run- Woodkid

King for a Day- Pierce the Veil

Natural- Imagine Dragons

Surface Pressure- Jessica Darrow

The Devil Within- Digital Daggers

Can You Hear Me Now- The Score

Born for This- The Score

Burn it Down- Skillet

Paint It Black- Ciara

Fight Like This- Decyfer Down

Blood//Water- grandson

The Middle- Jimmy Eat World

Young God- Halsey

Echo- Jason Walker

Bad Mother Fucker- MGK

Hold Me Down- Halsey

Who’s Laughing Now- Jessie J

Been to Hell- Hollywood Undead

Broken- lovelytheband

Whatever it Takes- Imagine Dragons

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

Demons- Imagine Dragons

Train Wreck- James Arthur

Warriors- Imagine Dragons

Cold Hard Bitch- Jet

Soldier, Poet, King- The Oh Hellos

Monster- Imagine Dragons

Seven Nation Army- The White Stripes

I’m So Sorry- Imagine Dragons

Outside Looking In- Jordan Pruitt

Start A Fire- Ryan Star

Lonely- Justin Bieber

MONSTERS- Shinedown

Monsters- Katy Sky

Cult Leader- KiNG MALA

Carry on my Wayward Son- Neoni

Leave Out All the Rest- LINKIN PARK

Black Betty- Spiderbait

Brother- Madds Buckley

Silence- Marshmello

Live Like a Warrior- Matisyahu

Wearing Me Out- Shinedown

Little Lion Man- Mumford & Sons

Family Portrait- P!nk

I’m No Good- New Years Day

Feel Invincible- Skillet

Red Right Hand- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

Burn it to the Ground- Nickelback

Try- P!nk

Horrible Kids- Set it Off

Just Give Me a Reason- P!nk

Shapeshifting- Taylor Acorn

Human- Rag & Bone Man

The Good the Bad and the Dirty- P!@tD

Play with Fire- Sam Tinnesz

Dead and Gone- State Champs

Walk Through the Fire- Zayde Wolf

Could Have Been Me- The Struts

Run Boy Run- Woodkid

[nestedneons]

By undead wolf lord

[memento-morri-writes]

hi !! I was wondering if you have any dnd characters you wanna talk about :) (in response to ur tags on my post)

ARE YOU KIDDING ME, OF COURSE I DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this is going under the cut because I talk too much!

So, the love of my fucking life is my swashbuckler rogue, Rook. (art of him here and here.) He has a very, very fucked up backstory, which I talked about here. (mind the tws on that post.)

I posted several snippets of the prose version I did of my favorite session I've ever played with him here. (again, mind the tws.) (I will gladly share the link to that entire doc if anyone wants to read it, as I'm very proud of it.)

But to be brief, he's the bastard son of a nobleman who's father hated him. He ran away from home as a teen, booked it to the nearest port town, and joined the crew of a pirate ship, captained by a woman named Zara. She was his mentor for YEARS and taught him everything. She also gifted him his magic rapier.

He got named first mate, which some people took issue with since he was one of the youngest crew members. They betrayed him and kidnapped him, giving him to rival pirate captain Kora Wolf, who kept him prisoner for two years before he was able to escape.

He ran away and entered the Feywild and was hiding there for several months before he was recruited by the party.

Currently, my poor man is having a terrible time. Two of the his party members are close with Captain Wolf, and one of them bought her lies about Rook, and now doesn't trust him. On top of this, he's been cursed by a demon lord, which is currently affecting him by not letting him sleep, partly due to terrible nightmares.

He's a super interesting character because on one hand he's very paranoid and mistrusting (especially now with his lack of sleep), but he also has never been shown much kindness in life, and it doesn't take all that much for him to be willing to die for you. He's incredibly reckless and will dive into dangerous situations without a second's thought, especially to save his friends. He joined a pirate crew because he was terrified of getting stuck in one boring place, and that says a lot about him. He idolizes Zara, and I have NO IDEA how he'll react when he meets her again, since he never got to say goodbye and has changed so much in the nearly 3 years since he saw her. Our party's gunslinger lowkey adopted him, and after the scene I linked above, he told someone "I missed having someone to take care of." which almost broke me.

As you can tell, I'm obsessed with this man, and I love making his life miserable. But don't worry, he'll get his happy ending. I have plans for an Inigo Montoya-style revenge duel between him and Wolf, and it's gonna be great.

My other current character is Cyra (she/they), a fire genasi barbarian/fighter. She was raised by a cult-like warband following the destruction of her hometown as a child. Later, she ended up falling in "love" with the daughter of the leader, and having a very toxic, fucked-up relationship with her. She eventually realized how bad her situation was, and realized there was no saving her gf or changing her mind, so she ran off, stealing a sand skiff as she left. They're currently becoming buddies with our party rogue, which was completely unexpected to all of us, players and characters. Last session we left off mid-combat with undead pirates in attempts to get some cursed treasure. Oh, and they have a flaming metal quarterstaff that they can summon by pulling it out of their chest. Which a major villain (who happens to be the rogue's ex-wife) wants so badly she tried to rip it out of Cyra's chest...

As for other characters, I have some very, very fun concepts for a few, including:

Zenara (they/them): tiefling warlock who was an accidental mix of a bunch of character from Critical Role Campaign 2. Occasionally gets possessed by their patron and wakes up with no memories of the shit they've done.

Avra: shadar-kai/reborn assassin who should be dead, but woke up somehow "alive" again after a mission gone wrong.

Morana: character for a future pathfinder game that will happen someday. Autistic necromancer witch with a raven familiar. Creepy as hell and very morbid. No empathy and very practical, to a degree that other people occasionally find disconcerting. Exiled from her hometown for graverobbing and necromancy. Apprenticed under a guy who turned himself into a lich.

I have literally over 30 other character concepts, but most of them are not well-developed, and this post is already WAY too long.

Now, PLEASE, TELL ME EVERYTHING. I wanna hear about your characters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how long have you been playing? what's your favorite class? Tell me all about your fucked up little guys!!!

[bootyshaker900o]

“Playlists of my unhealthy obsessions/Simping”

These men have caused such a brain rot- that like they are my whole personality. I made a little playlist of songs for them

Dave/William Afton (🧍‍♂️ I have problems)

Jocelyn Flores - XXXTENTACION

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me the Horizon

Yandere - Jazmin Bean

Sex, Drugs, Etc. - Beach Weather

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Perverted - Elita

The Neden Game - ICP

Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart

Say My Name - Alex Brightman

Imma Kill You - ICP

Blow My Brains Out - Tikkle Me

CHOKE - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Ryn, Rabinit Run - Flanagan and Allen

Boogie Woogie Wu - ICP

Donnie

Dirty Harry - Gorillaz

Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

Hell of a Ride - Bo Burnham

Family Jewels - Marina and the Diamonds

I’m still standing - Elton John

Puppet Boy - DEVO

Afraid - The Neighborhood

Reflections - The Neighborhood

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

One day - Lovejoy

The Ending - Hobo Johnson

Trouble - Hazel Bloom

Teen Romance - Lil Peep

Alien Blues - Vundabar

Team - Mag.Lo

Bad - Michael Jackson

Orphan Tears - Your Favorite Martian

Draxum

Problems - Mother Mother

Zydrate Anatomy - Paris Hilton

Toxic - Britney Spears

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighborhood

Trom Cat - Tyler, the Creator

E.T. - Katy Perry, Kanye West

Molly - MSI

Enemy - Imagine Dragons, JID

Never Satisfied - CORPSE

Desire - Meg Myers

Venom - Little Simz

Daddy AF - Slayyter (don’t ask)

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Such A Whore - JVLA

Six Forty Seven - Instupendo

Silco

Daddy issues - The Neighborhood

Genius- Sia, Diplo, Labrinth, LSD

Same Old Love - Selena Gomez

Guys My Age - HEY VIOLET

Life of the Party - The Weeknd

High Enough - K.Flay

Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

Why don’t U - Father, ABRA

New Americana - Halsey

Do You Even? - Jorge Aguilar II

Sugar Daddy - Qveen Herby 

Royals - Lorde

I Feel Like I’m Drowning - Two Feet

New Person, Same Mistakes - Tame Impala

Cold - Maroon 5

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Fantasy - Bazzi

Raph (my sweet baby boy 😭)

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Somebody To Love - Queen

Careless Whispers  - George Michaels 

Her - Tyler, The Creator 

Are We Still Friends? - Tyler, The Creator

Trumpets - Jason Derulo

Hold On, We’re Going Home - Drake

Rodeo - Lil Nas X

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

EARFQUAKE - Tyler, The Creator

Mine - Bazzi

Die for You - The Weeknd

Love on the Brain - Rihana

Crazy In Love - Beyoncé, JAY-Z

Lucifer

Gooey - Glass Animals

Love Me Dead - Ludo

The Distance - CAKE

Like A Stone - Audioslave

Luxurious- Gwen Stafani

Applause - Lady Gaga

Please Me - Cardi B, Bruno Mars

Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Love Is a Bitch - Two Feet

Aint no Rest for The Wicked - Cage the Elephant

Animal - Sir Chloe

Mr. Saxobeat - Alexandra Stan

Judas - Lady Gaga

Livin La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

White Flag - Bishop Briggs

River - Bishop Briggs

Blurred Lines - Robin Thicke

Sway - Michael Bublé

Juicy

Monster Energy Gun - KevinKempt

Chop Chop Slide - ICP

Get Low - Lil Jon

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Star Shopping - Lil Peep

Never There - CAKE

Shake That - Eminem, Nate Dogg

Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead

Revenge - XXXTENTACION

POLTERGEIST! - CORPSE

My Mom - Eminem

Asshole - hooligan chase

Under the Influence - Eminem, D12

Shots - LMFAO

Him and I - G-Eazy, Halsey

The Hills - The Weeknd

my boy - Billie Eilish

Leo

Ain’t Shit - Dojo Cat

Feel Like God - Gazy

Nightmare - Halsey

Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Mujeriego - Ryan Castro

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics, Annie Lennox

Let’s Groove - Earth, Wind, and Fire

Pizzazz - Akintoye

Slumber Party - Ashnikko

INDUSTRY BABY - Lil Nas X

Milkshake - BBY KODIE

Bad - Michael Jackson

Pony - Ginuwine

Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco

Blah Blah Blah - The Oozes

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

Joker (Joaquin & Heath’s) (don’t ask- please dont)

Purple Lamborghini- Skrillex, Rick Ross

Fame - David Bowie

Wolf is Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

To Catch a Predator- ICP

Back in Black - AC/DC

Tentative - System of a Down

Rainbows and Stuff - ICP

Hokus Pokus - ICP

Murder Go Round - ICP

The Juggla - ICP

HAHA - Lil Darkie

Broken - Lund

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Criminal - Britney Spears

Cradles - Sub Urban

Loki

Mind Games - Sickick

I’m A Slave 4 U - Britney Spears

Who is She? - I Monster

A Pearl - Mitski

Cigarettes Out the Window - TV Girl

Redbone - Childish Gambino 

All for Us - Labrinth, Zendaya

Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Imagine Dragons

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco

Partition - Beyoncé

Suit and Tie - Justing Timberlake

Jealous - Eyedress

Yellow - Coldplay

My Oh My - Camila Cabello

[hades--baby]

The Alpha Up North

Summary: Quinn thought he could escape all of his problems by trekking up north with his bruised, bloody, and nearly dead misfit of a wolf in tow. However, the old-blooded vampire failed to realize that David Shaw wasn't the only alpha that swore to protect Darlin with everything he had. The alpha up north made that clear real fast.

Note: Gregory Keaton just gives off this fatherly love kind of vibe and I thought that I'd extend that love to Darlin (because lord knows they need some of that in their life right now). Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)

Word Count: 6330

Quinn’s lips were tainted in a dull red tint that matched perfectly to the shade of thick crimson blood flowing from the horrendous open bite marks on Tank’s exposed neck. He’d been relentlessly draining them the entire drive up north, ensuring they only had enough blood in their system to keep them alive and (barely) breathing. The draining hadn’t come to a pause until their face had fallen deathly pale and their skin turned incredulously cold to the touch—just how he wanted them to be. 

And though he would never fully admit it aloud, part of him missed the vibrant warmth that used to radiate from his little misfit of a wolf. The same vibrant warmth that used to counter his own sullen cynicism that he’d adhered to over his undead years. 

He missed the way they used to show off their sly, confident grin at crowded bars as the two of them threw back an obnoxious amount of liquor and hustled pool to earn some extra cash from the poor souls that dared to play against them. He missed how the two of them used to have fun together. He missed the old them.

The one that actually liked wreaking havoc through the streets of Dahlia as if they had nothing better to do with their time. The one that didn’t give two shits about the unempowered brats they were supposedly friends with nowadays. The one that didn’t report him to the fucking department over some minuscule situation that wasn’t even that big of a goddamn deal. 

Well, it wasn’t a big deal to him, at least. 

“Where the fuck are you taking me?”

Quinn sucked in a sharp breath, startled from his thoughts thanks to Tank’s strained voice filling the cab of his truck. He flicked his gaze into the rearview mirror, looking over the roughed-up wolf. The bright moonlight graced their face, showing off how little color they still had under their smooth skin. Their eyes were heavily lidded, barely propped open as they tried to scan the dark moving landscape just outside of the car's tinted windows.

Quinn’s hands tightened around the steering wheel until he was practically white-knuckling the round mechanism. The thick sole of his boot pressed down on the accelerator a little more. He needed to get to the cabin he had secured before Tank could gain their strength back. And even though it wasn’t very likely that the slumped wolf would gain their strength back that quickly, it didn’t hurt to get there sooner than later. 

“Where the fuck are you taking me, Quinn?” Tank repeated, adding a little more animosity to their tone. 

“You don’t have to worry about that, Misfit. All you need to know is that we’ll be there soon enough,” he said, watching them through the rearview mirror for a little while longer before looking back at the open road.

In all honesty, Quinn wasn’t all that worried about keeping a close eye on them. The amount of blood that he had drained from their veins was surely enough to keep them from doing anything rash. Of course, the thought of trancing them to keep them still and complaint had crossed his mind when he first got the jump on them, but he decided that he’d rather play on with a little psychological torture instead.

He wanted them to know that they were too weak to save themself. 

That they truly couldn’t do a damn thing to get out of this situation, regardless of how badly they wanted to.  

So he opted for just checking in on them every few miles in the rearview mirror of his dusty truck. 

He could see them messing with the tight restraints that were skillfully wrapped around their wrists, twisting and turning in an attempt to loosen the ropes, but that did nothing but cinch them tighter than before. They didn’t stop fidgeting until Quinn pulled into a long gravel driveway that led to a small cabin he’d been thinking about the entire drive up north. 

Tank was on high alert the moment the tires of the sedan crunched against the loose gravel of the driveway. Their shoulders tensed and their head whipped around with the little strength that was still pumping through their body. A small smirk graced the sadistic vampire’s face as he saw almost all sense of hope slip away from their tired eyes, depleting into near nothing. 

Had they finally come to terms with the fact that they weren’t going to be getting away this time?

That tonight would be their last night alive?

That this would be the end for them?

Whatever they were thinking, he hoped it was something drastically hopeless. 

He popped the driver’s side door open and practically ripped the back door open. He cinched a grip on Tank’s shirt collar and yanked them out of the back seat just to have them land on the sharp gravel spread over the ground beneath them. The injured wolf groaned in pain, trying to get back on their feet, but Quinn grabbed onto their collar again and started dragging them towards the front door before the soles of their boots could even attempt to plant on the ground. He was expeditiously becoming careless with the way he handled them, completely disregarding their attempts to get away from him. 

He didn’t care if he got their scent all over the damn place anymore. He had managed to hide their scent all the way up from Dahlia to this shit-hole backwater county in the middle of nowhere. There was no way that anyone from the Shaw Pack or the Solaire Clan would find them out here with them being completely off the grid. 

There was no way that anyone would find them out here. 

Quinn kicked the front door open, threw their limp body inside, and slammed the door shut behind him. Fear quickly flooded Tank’s chest and slowly crept up their throat as the entire cabin was enveloped in utter darkness. Not even the faintest glimmer of moonlight found its way inside. 

Much to their dismay, the old vampiric bastard had bashed their face to the point of their own blood backlogging their sense of smell, making it practically impossible for their nose to pick up on anything other than the metallic savor of the crimson liquid that was supposed to be pumping through their veins. 

So with no sense of smell and no source of light to aid their already struggling eyes, all they could do was lie there and listen to Quinn’s feather-like movements as he moved about the cabin. 

Tank hated this feeling. 

They hated feeling… helpless. 

They couldn’t use the enhanced senses that they had always relied on as a wolf, they couldn’t get free from the damn ropes that were tightly wrapped around their sore wrists, and they couldn’t get the fuck away from Quinn. 

They wanted to scream and fight with all their might, but they couldn’t. 

And that infuriated them. 

Before they knew it, a few low-light lamps flickered on and Tank was slowly granted their sight back. They took a chance to look around, moving nothing but their eyes to take in their surroundings. 

The cabin was notably small. It wasn’t really anything but a simple one-room structure with little to no furniture to fill its space. It was quite evident that nobody actually lived in it and they figured that it was probably just some throw-away place that Quinn had managed to get his hands on. 

Tank warily pushed themself up onto their hands and knees, but their limbs shook with exhaustion and their tied wrists made it even harder to keep themself upright. They eventually fell back to the hardwood floor, helpless and ready to close their eyes for good. 

Quinn abruptly slammed a wood chair beside their shaking form and pulled them up onto it. He cut the ropes away from their wrists only to retire them to the uncomfortable armrests of the chair. He then tied their ankles to the legs, making sure to pull tighter than he really needed to. 

“Blood-sucking prick,” Tank muttered under their breath. 

“My dear Misfit, you are in no position to be calling me such mean names,” Quinn taunted, looking up at them from his kneeled position in front of them. He tightened the ropes even more before standing upright. “You know, I’ve always thought that this little thing between us would end in some big glorious fight. The type that would leave both of us bruised and battered and almost dead. But here you are, tied up in front of me with no means of escape and little to no fight left in you.”

Tank barely mustered up enough energy to clench their hands into fists, but they weren’t able to hold it for long and they ended up releasing the tension to rest their palms flat against the armrests. The old vampire smiled at the subtle sign of weakness they tried to conceal, thrilled to see that his little wolf really didn’t stand a chance against him anymore. 

Quinn unexpectedly shot his hand forward and wrapped his fingers around their neck, squeezing nice and tight. His nails dug into their skin, making them wince in pain as his fingers dug right into one of their open wounds. Most of them had stopped bleeding, but the sudden jerk prompted blood to start seeping from them again. 

“Oh, don’t hold yourself back, Misfit,” Quinn said, shaking his head as his grip tightened. His eyes were wide and manic; his pupils nearly dilated to the edge of his glowing irises. A devilish grin spread over his face and his fangs emerged a little more. He let out a deep chuckle, running his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “No one but me is going to be able to hear your cries out here, so you might as well let loose.”

It had been hours since Quinn had started his ruthless assault on Tank. 

The poor wolf had endured hours of the vampire's relentless torture and he wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. And for once in their life, Tank wasn’t so sure how much more they could take before they’d give in and give up. 

They were slightly amused by the fact that they were actually admitting that to themself. 

Out of everyone in their life, they had been the most stubborn about giving up. They had always been the one to pull through, no matter the situation and no matter the cost. Hell, they had been scolded halfway to hell about how reckless they’d been with their lack of self-preservation, yet they always managed to make it out alive. But as they sat strapped to that damn wood chair with blood seeping out of every place imaginable, they really weren’t too sure if they could hold out any longer. 

“Well, I think I’m done playing with my food,” Quinn sighed, lazily strolling back over to their limp figure. He stopped right in front of them, the toes of his boots knocking against their own. He cupped their jaw and slowly tilted their head back, forcing them to look into his eyes. “What do you think, Misfit? Should I just end it all here for you? Or should I keep our fun little game running a little while longer?” 

Tank clenched their jaw, wanting to snarl some sort of harsh obscenity at him, but they couldn’t manage to get anything out. They attempted to bare their teeth at the age-old vampire, but they could barely get their canines to peek past their bloody lips. Quinn hummed at their cute attempt of aggression. 

“I suppose I’ll just put an end to our little game. It was fun while it lasted,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and taking his hand away from their jaw so their head limply dropped back to their chest. 

Fuck. 

They were going to die in this stupid drabby cabin at the hands of a goddamn monstrosity of a person and there was near nothing that they could do about it. 

“How should I do this? Snap your neck? Drain you? Turn you?” he prompted, adding a devilish grin to the last option. 

Tank found the strength to tilt their head back enough to look him in the eye again, an almost begging look falling over their face. Quinn smirked and narrowed his eyes at them before cocking his head to the side. 

Quinn had never seen or heard Tank beg before. 

And he thought he never would. 

But now that he’d had a tiny taste of what that looked like…

Now he wanted to see more. 

“What’s wrong, Misfit? Afraid to have me as your maker?” he asked as he took a small step toward them. “Or are you more scared about losing the wolf in you?”

Tank squirmed in their chair at the thought of Quinn turning them. They didn’t want to become a vampire and they sure as hell didn’t want him to be their fucking maker. They’d probably end up being like that Adam guy that Vincent and Lovely had talked about. Apparently, the guy had killed his own maker and kept on living (sort of) with that heavy secret under his belt. Except Tank would make sure that everyone knew exactly who tore off Quinn’s fucking head. 

“Now that I really think about it, turning you seems like a much more favorable option,” he said, smiling a little more while kneeling down in front of the wolf. “Turning you so you can endure an endless amount of suffering just by my hands alone… sounds fucking extravagant, don’t you think?”

They tilted their head further back in an attempt to get away from him, but they soon realized that they had exposed more of their neck and they immediately snapped their head back down to hide their bloody jugular. Though, that did nothing to stop Quinn from committing his atrocities. 

“You know, I always told myself that I’d never actually turn anyone. Too much responsibility in having progeny to take care of. Too much work. But maybe—just maybe—I’ll make an exception for you,” he said, running his tongue over his fangs. 

He cupped their jaw with one hand again and roughly forced their head back to expose their neck as he stood up straight. He placed one of his knees on the seat of the chair right between their legs, hovering right over them as he stared deeply into their wide eyes. His thumb gently pulled at their bloody bottom lip before trailing all the way down to the middle of their throat. His eyes scoured their neck for a few long moments, then he took a steady deep breath and slowly lowered his head. 

But before he could truly reach their neck, he froze in place and his eyes widened ever so slightly. His head ticked to the side and his eyes flicked toward the front door of the cabin. After a few silent seconds, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. 

He had sensed something that they hadn’t, but what was it?

“Hold that thought, Misfit,” he said with an eerie calmness, looking back into their eyes for a split second before pushing off of them. Their chair rocked back slightly from the force of his shove, but it soon settled back on all four legs. They watched as he peeked past the thick black-out curtains that were covering the windows before making his way to the door and slipping out of the cabin. They let their head slowly teeter before it slumped back down, chin hitting their chest. 

Well… fuck. 

If he wasn’t going to kill them or turn them now, then they might actually just die on their own from blood loss. They had been feeling like absolute shit for hours, but now it was really starting to hit them. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and an excruciating amount of pain was starting to set in. 

Their head felt far too light, their entire body was shivering with merciless chills, and they could feel their mind finally slipping away from the reality of their situation. Their breath was rapid and shallow, their heart was racing, and they were fighting just to keep their eyes open. 

They despised the feeling of being out of control. 

It all felt wrong.  

And for the first time in a very long time, Tank admitted to themself that they were scared. 

They’re not sure how long they had been sitting in their fuzzy state of limbo, but a careful pair of footsteps entered the cabin and that was enough to pull them from their daze. They were afraid that it was just Quinn coming back from whatever mindless hunt he had just gone on, but the person who had just walked in didn’t spit some snarky comment like he would have. If it had been the old-blooded vampire, he would’ve been talking their ear off about how he was going to finally end them with some sort of wicked grin on his face. 

No, it wasn’t Quinn who had just walked in. 

A large, warm hand gently cupped Tank’s face and tilted their head up. Tank slowly peeled their eyes open, silently wondering when they had closed them. Once their vision focused, they immediately thought that they might have actually died because what they were seeing was impossible. They had to be completely fucking delusional or some shit because what they were seeing couldn’t be real. 

“Gabe?” they rasped out while narrowing their eyes. 

They were quite aware that there was no way that the man standing in front of them could be Gabe Shaw, but they didn’t care for logic anymore. They let the full weight of their head slump into the man’s hand, to which the mystery man let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head. 

“Not quite, kiddo. I’m Gregory Keaton. Remember me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over their bloody cheekbone. 

Gregory.

Yeah. 

They remembered him. 

He and Gabe were practically brothers all those years ago. And even though the two alphas had gone their separate ways to assemble their own respective packs, Greg always seemed to find some extra time to spend with the Shaw family. Hell, he had actually been the one to help Tank feel a little more at home when Gabe and David weren’t around to do that themselves. 

After their initial introduction—which had been a little rough because all introductions with Tank were a little rough—Greg had quickly found that the young wolf wasn’t really the talking type, so he found other ways to get to know them and to simply spend time with them. 

He showed them how to fix up some of the old upholstery on their motorcycle and in Gabe’s old ‘62 Chevy Camaro when they were in high school. He would mutter dumb little dad jokes that Tank pretended to hate even though they secretly loved them. And when Gabe and David couldn’t get through to them, Greg always managed to get them to listen a little (it might take a good thirty-minute motorcycle ride and a heart-to-heart, but he always managed to get through to them one way or another).

It had been years since they had seen him. 

The last time they had actually seen him was at… Gabe’s funeral. 

Tank had to admit, they really missed the old bastard. 

“You still with me, kiddo?”

Their eyes focused back on his face before they slowly nodded. The minuscule movement made their head spin and they immediately stilled, squeezing their eyes shut while leaning their head into his hand some more. 

“Yeah, I remember you, Greg,” Tank muttered.

“Good. Let’s get these ropes off of you and get you home,” he said, gently patting their cheek once before kneeling down in front of them. Their head lulled a bit as they watched him cut away the rough ropes.

“Where’s Quinn?”

“Already taken care of,” he said, trusting that the members of his pack had already offed the bloodsucker. He continued to work the ropes off, frowning at the sight of their wounds as he grazed his fingertips over the raw skin of their wrists. The amount of blood, gashes, and bites that littered their skin made him wonder how they had managed to hold out as long as they did. “He won’t be bothering you or anybody else anymore.” 

“Good.”

Once the ropes were off, they involuntarily slumped forward. Greg caught them and picked them up with ease, his arms hooked under their limp legs and back in the process of it all. Their head tucked into the crook of his neck, finding solace in his warm embrace. 

“How’d you find me?” Tank asked, their rapid breath starting to slow down. 

“Ansel noticed that Quinn had been spending an awful lot of time in this little cabin for the past month or so. Once David gave me a call to tell me that you had gone missing and there had been a sighting of him heading out of Dahlia, we assumed that this is where he might have taken you,” he answered, stepping through the door and into the cold forest. 

Tall pine trees loomed up above them and the dark sky peeked through the very tips of the fresh green tops. 

Tank loved the sight of the star-ridden sky.  

They desperately wished that they could keep their eyes open long enough to get a good look at all of the shining stars, but they could barely manage to keep peeling their eyes open after blinking, so they had a feeling stargazing was out of the question. Even so, they tilted their head back to rest against Greg’s shoulder and forced their eyes open so they could watch the stars one last time. 

“Hey, Greg?” they started, swallowing hard as they continued to stare at the shimmering abyss above them. 

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“I think I’m dying,” they concluded in a strained tone, letting a heavy breath trail their words. “And I think I’m a little scared.”

“You are not dying on my watch. You hear me?” he said, shaking his head as he trekked over to his truck a little faster. 

A large group of the Keaton Pack had accompanied their alpha on his mission to rescue Tank. They had been tasked with the job of tearing Quinn limb from limb while their alpha sought out the young wolf that had been snatched away from their own pack. And since the entire group was waiting by his truck, he could only assume that they had taken care of the bastard leech for good. 

Greg rested Tank in the bed of his truck and climbed in as he called his healers over. He settled himself in the middle and gently set the younger wolf’s head on his lap, running his fingers through their hair in an attempt to soothe them.  

“You’re going to be just fine, alright?” he said, looking down at them. Their eyes were unfocused and he could tell that they were staring past his face and at the stars instead. He remembered that they had a knack for stargazing. There had been countless times he and Gabe had found them lying out on the roof of the Shaw house just to stargaze in peace. “Plus, I have a feeling Gabe would come back to haunt my ass if he ever found out you died on my watch.”

Tank let out a huff of a laugh at that. 

“Yeah, he probably would,” they said, a small smile flashing over their face as they thought about what Gabe might have said to them right then and there if he were still around.

And as Tank stared at the glimmering stars with Greg’s fingers soothingly working through their hair, they couldn’t help but feel at peace as they slowly slipped away. 

Tank wasn’t all that sure where they were when they’d woken up, but they knew it wasn’t home. 

They weren’t at their shitty little apartment in the shady industrial district of Dahlia, nor were they tucked away at Sam’s comfy cabin in the middle of the woods. 

So yeah. 

They weren’t home. 

And that kind of terrified them. 

They couldn’t really remember much of what had happened, but they did remember bits and pieces. 

Though, part of their memory felt more like a dream than a reality. 

Like Gregory Keaton. 

Part of them felt like the old alpha had just been a figment of their imagination as they slowly descended into the madness of blood loss that Quinn had so graciously bestowed upon them. But it soon became apparent that they weren’t imagining anything as the bedroom door beside them opened and the person they’d been thinking about stepped into the room. They forced themself upright, hoping to get a clearer view. And the sight was almost enough to send them reeling back onto the mattress. 

“Hey there, kiddo,” Greg greeted as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. His weight made Tank sink towards him and they had to plant one of their hands down to keep themself from slamming into his side. He set a hand on their shoulder to keep them from falling any further, which they were more than grateful for because they weren’t too sure if they could have stopped completely on their own. “You gave us a bit of a fright back there. We thought we had lost you for a minute before one of my healers could find your pulse again.”

Tank didn’t know what to say. 

They hadn’t seen him in such a long time and with the situation at hand, they didn’t really know what to do, what to say, or what to even think. They felt like they were everywhere and nowhere all at once. 

“Here. Drink this. Feels like you’re still running a little cold and this should help warm you up a bit,” he said, gently patting their back as he handed them a cup of what looked to be tea. Tank took it in their shaking hands, happy to get something warm in their system. They just needed something to soothe their soul a bit. “Your pack is on the way. They should be rolling in soon. Oh, and David mentioned something about your mate tagging along too.”

Their eyes widened at his last statement. 

The fact that Sam was coming along wasn’t what surprised them. 

What surprised them was the fact that David had told Greg. 

“So you found yourself a mate, huh?” he teased with a smile as he playfully nudged their shoulder. They nodded before taking a long sip of the warm tea. He had added honey to it. He must’ve remembered that they liked their tea that way. “Does he treat you well?”

“He does,” they answered, smiling slightly. “More than well.”

“Good. You let me know if he ever treats you differently, you hear?” he said, giving them a faux stern look. They nodded their head in response. “But from what I’ve been told, I don’t think I have to worry about that all that much. A vampire with a knack for healing magic? That’s not something you see every day.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty damn special,” they said, their words slurring a bit as they spoke. Greg just assumed that the healing magic was still pumping through their veins pretty hard. “He’s saved me more times than I’d like to admit.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a couple of wolf packs and a vamp clan looking out for you now,” he joked, huffing out a light laugh. 

“Greg,” someone called from the entrance of the bedroom. The alpha looked up and perked his brows to let the person know that he was listening. “Shaw’s here.”

Tank perked up slightly and took a deep breath through their nose in hopes of catching the comforting scent of their pack, but they weren’t able to pick anything up. They furrowed their brows and slumped slightly, which Greg seemed to notice with ease. 

“Senses still shot?” he asked, looking at them with a sympathetic look. They nodded and looked down at their cup of tea. He set a hand on their back and gently patted them a couple of times. “It might take some time for your senses to come back. That bloodsucker did quite a number on you.”

“Right,” they muttered, nodding their head once more. 

David soon appeared in the opening of the bedroom. His eyes immediately landed on Tank and they could see visible relief roll off of him. Tank let a small smile pull at their lips before it dropped and disappeared completely. They were too drained to really hold anything up right now. Even the hot cup of tea cradled in their hands started to be too much for them to hold. Greg must’ve noticed that too because he placed his hand under the cup and carried the weight in the palm of his hand. 

“Let me take that for you,” he said. Tank was grateful that they could drop their hands back to their lap as he took the mug from them and made his way over to where David was standing. 

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done tonight,” David started, but he was promptly interrupted by Greg letting out a light chuckle. He placed a hand on the younger alpha’s shoulder and squeezed comfortingly. 

“I already told you, David. You and the rest of the Shaw Pack are like family, especially that one over there,” Greg said, gesturing his head toward Tank. He couldn’t help but smile at the young wolf. He viewed them as one of his own kids. Same with David. “I’d do anything to protect you two.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, go on in. They just woke up a few minutes ago,” Greg said, patting David on the back a couple of times before looking over at Tank. “Can I get you anything else, kiddo?”

“I’m alright,” they said, shaking their head. “Thanks, Greg.”

The older alpha nodded once more, gave them both one last reassuring look, and then disappeared into the hallway. David stood frozen in the doorway for a few moments, looking Tank over a couple of times as they kept their eyes trained on the hardwood floor set below them. The tall alpha stepped towards Tank, keeping his strides steady and methodical. He kneeled down in front of them and fell still again.

Tank couldn’t bring themself to look him in the eye. 

They wondered if he knew the whole story behind the night's events. 

They hoped he knew that they didn’t go after Quinn. That the damned old-blooded vampire had jumped and snatched them while they were on their way home from work. That they didn’t go looking for him on their own. That they didn’t break the very promise that they had made to him and Sam. 

They hoped he knew that. 

They hoped he knew all of that. 

David slowly and steadily raised one of his hands into the air, not wanting to startle them with any quick movement. He set his warm palm on the back of their head and eased them forward, pressing their foreheads together. They both closed their eyes and took a deep breath before Tank completely slumped forward to rest their head against his broad shoulder. He held them up with ease, letting them put their entire weight on him. 

“You’re alright,” he whispered, embracing them comfortingly. 

Tank squeezed their eyes shut and frowned, pressing their forehead against his shoulder even harder.

Tank wanted to cry. 

They wanted to just cry and let it all out. 

But they couldn’t bring themself to do that in front of David right now.

“I didn’t go after him on my own. I swear to fucking God, I didn’t go after him on my own. I don’t know how but he fucking jumped me and almost drained me and then we were in the middle of the woods in some fucking cabin and then—” Tank tried to explain in desperate rambles. 

“Hey,” David said, shaking his head while slowly pulling them away. He looked them in the eye, making sure to keep them upright and steady as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. 

He had never seen them so… vulnerable. 

Tank had never been the type to show what was truly going on in their head or in their heart. 

They had never been the type to show—what they would call—a moment of weakness. 

Seeing them in such a state almost made him freeze. 

“You’re not in trouble, Tank,” he started, keeping his voice as straight as he could. “I know you didn’t go after him on your own. And even if you had, you still wouldn’t be in trouble. The only thing the pack and I care about is whether or not you’re okay.”

Tank stared back at him with a wide-eyed look for a few beats before slowly nodding their head in response. 

A set of car lights peeked through the blinds of the room, making both of their heads whip toward the window.  

“That should be Ash, Milo, and Sam,” David said, sitting back to give them a little space. 

The sounds of the front door opening, hushed deep voices, and rushed footsteps echoed down the hallway and led right to the bedroom. Sam soon appeared in the doorway in a flash, almost ramming into the doorway as he slid to a halt. His eyes met Tank’s and he let out a heavy sigh of relief before stepping forward and dropping to his knees in front of them. 

David got back up to his feet to make ample space for the two to properly reunite. He made his way back over to the bedroom door, looked back at the pair once more, and then headed out to the living room, where the others were undoubtedly waiting to hear how the young wolf was doing.

“Can I touch, Darlin?” Sam asked as he hastily looked them over. Tears filled their eyes as they nodded their head in response. And the moment his hands gently graced their skin, they lunged forward and fell right into his embrace. Sam held onto them tight, not showing a damn sign of letting go anytime soon. He pulled them close into his chest, cradling his tough wolf. 

“I swear I didn’t go after him, Sam,” Tank sobbed, finally breaking down in their mate’s arms. Hot tears streamed from their eyes and their shoulders shook from the intensity of their sobbing. “I swear I didn’t go after him. I promised that I wouldn’t and I swear I didn’t—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sam interrupted, shaking his head while gently patting their hair down on the back of their head. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t go after him. I know he got the jump on you.”

“I swear I didn’t break my promise,” they whispered, trying to speak coherently with their shaking voice. 

“I know you didn’t, Darlin. I know you didn’t,” he reassured, pulling them in even more. He kissed their forehead and silently looked them over as he gently rocked them back and forth in hopes of soothing them. “Another healer got to you before I could, huh?” he said, smiling a bit while playfully jostling them around.

They smiled as their tears started to slow down. 

They smiled. 

And that was enough to make Sam’s heart melt even more. 

“Mr. Keaton seems to care about you a whole lot. Nearly stared me down when he first opened the door,” he continued to joke, hoping to pull a little more of a smile from them as they started to calm down some more. He could hear their heart slowing down from the rapid pace it had once been set at. 

“He’s protective, is all. It’s been a few years since I’ve really seen him and he’s still the same,” they muttered in response, slumping comfortably against his chest. “But don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he already likes you.”

“Now that’s just the healin’ magic gettin’ to your head,” he said, shaking his own head a bit. 

They let out a light huff of a laugh. 

Their heart had finally calmed down and Sam could tell that they were starting to slow down altogether. Healing magic had always struggled with putting Tank down. They seemed to always fight through the usual drowsy effects that typically came along with healing magic. But Sam could see that they were giving into it for once. He could see that they were accepting the fact that they needed rest and that they needed to—for once in their damn life—sleep and heal.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” they asked, slowly tilting their head up to look at him. 

“Damn right I’ll be here, Darlin,” he said, nodding his head. They tilted their head up and managed to press a gentle kiss to his lips (with the help of him leaning down a bit to not strain their neck). “I’ll be right here.”

“Mkay,” they muttered, nodding their head as their eyes closed. 

Sam didn’t care that they were sitting on the floor in their own little awkward bundle. He could wake up with a crick in his neck or a bad back and he still wouldn’t care. He was just happy to have his dear Darlin in his arms, listening to their heart beating clearly, and their lungs breathing in air. 

Quinn was dead. 

His mate was still breathing. 

And they were okay. 

They were okay. 

[huntinghornenjoyer]

RAAAAH MY BOYS PART 2

Picking up right where we left off,

DS3: Genguchi, the Paladin- Like many champions of Ash, Genguchi originally meant to link the fire, but failed. When the link of flame was threatened, and the lords abandoned their thrones, the fire brought him forth, a humble cleric from an age where the Gods were still revered by many.

The world he woke in was strange, and horrid. Kingdoms were rotting, undead littered the lands, and to make matters worse, strange folk told horrid tales of a terrible darkness beyond even the Abyss. Disgusted by this change, Genguchi soon swore himself to the Blue Sentinels, for they reminded him of the Legendary Blades of the Darkmoon.

Taking in Irina as his teacher, Genguchi soon discovered that Faith alone would not grant him the power necessary to traverse the amalgamated domains of the Old Lords, and so learned a bit of swordplay from the various phantoms he had met.

His journey remained unremarkable, save for his meeting with Sirris, who taught him a rather strange bow.

It was only after defeating the Pontiff Sullyvahn that Genguchi finally came face to face with what the link of Fire was doing to the world. He met Yorshka, and swore to become the last Darkmoon Knight, before proceeding into the Cathedral to confront the Maneater.

What he did not expect was to meet one of the Gods, a true and powerful god, within the wicket jaws (?) of Aldrich. Fury unmatched consumed Genguchi, and he half-beat the foul saint into the stone of the Cathedral, raining down miracle after miracle onto the mass until it finally stopped existing.

Shaken yet unbroken, he proceeded to destroy the remaining lords, and finally, upon finding the eyes of the Firekeeper, allowed her to put the flame to rest. Then, and only then, did he know peace.

ER: Argus, the Knight- Few Tarnished remember the campaign against the giants that resulted in the loss of their grace. Fewer still remember life before that dreaded event. Argus, for better or for worse, remembered both with immense clarity.

He was a knight of little to no renown in his time. Better off than the general rabble of soldiers, sure, but not remarkable enough to be blessed with proper servitude to any one lord, and especially not a demigod. Despite this, he associated himself strongly with the Redmanes, admiring Radahn's prowess and ingenuity in warfare.

When he was finally called back to the Lands Between, Argus found a world devastated by war, with noble souls few and far between. He fought, with little purpose, until he met the witch calling herself 'Renna'. How odd it was, he thought, that someone gave him such an artifact. How odd it was that the former mater of Torrent left something for the one who would take that steed as their own.

And so with somewhat renewed purpose, he sought the Demigod who he surely thought could give him direction: The honorable General Radahn.

What he found confused and terrified him. Caelid, a fetid waste ruled by horrid perversions of life. The redmanes, bereft of their heraldry, fighting desperately against the spread of the decay which seemed to permeate the very land they stood on. And, eventually, General Radahn, mindless and half-dead.

Upon hearing the Castellan's word to the Champions gathered for the festival, Argus resolved to strike the General down with honor, fighting alongside a half-wolf he had met once or twice, and a comical Jar who offered rousing words.

After defeating Radahn, Argus went to investigate the Carian Royal manor, wherein he met 'Renna' once again, who this time called herself Ranni, despite bearing no resemblance to the Carian princess.

Having sought true purpose, Argus agreed to serve her despite his reservations, learning that the honorable half-wolf and giant blacksmith were also in her service. Descending into the Crater left by the great falling star, he handily retrieved the fingerslayer.

Yet he could not leave Ranni to her dark path alone. Against his better judgement, he followed her, and upon dispatching the Baleful shadow, went his own way. For a time.

After finding the ring in the chest she gave him the key to, Argus left to continue pursuing her, braving the Lake of Rot and Malformed Star known as Astel to finally find Ranni, almost lifeless, sitting atop her slain fingers.

Upon receiving the Darkmoon Greatsword, and learning of her plan, Argus dedicated himself fully to defeating Radagon, and making Ranni's dream come true.

And he succeeded. Finally at peace with himself and assured of his actions being for the good of the world, he retired to the stars with his queen.

At least until NG+ lmao.