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@stubborngods asked: â[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt. ( katsuki n izuku )â
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Having the ability to Spider-Man your way across a city was great - until the blood loss hit. It required a lot of muscle power and when your side was wounded, more than anywhere else, it just wasnât a long term solution. So heâd made it out of the villain battle or whatever - what did it matter now that he was plummeting through the air to his death?
Izuku sighed, exhausted. Heâd gone out on patrol today on his own, which⌠also wasnât good. But he was used to saving himself, so he twisted his body in the air to be face to face with the ground, closing one eye and aiming as he pressed his fingers together. If he timed this right he might only have to break one finger. He was too tired to have properly control today.
Before he could even have the thought, arms wrapped around him and his fall was abruptly stopped dead. He yelped in surprise, twisting around to see who it was, his fight or fought instincts kicking in.
He immediately relaxed when he recognized the face. âKacchan,â he breathed in relief. âYou scared me!â He was so relieved he could almost laugh, and truly he seemed on the verge of it.
There wasnât even time to feel foolish when they realized heâd been sarcastic and theyâd missed it - because then there was the most pretty noise, and beautiful red smeared and Maze was distracted. Leaning closer, eyes trained on Septimus instead of whatever victim. Theyâd never gotten to see this side of things before. It was fascinating. Is this how they looked killing people? They moved to the ground to sit, pulling their knees up and resting their arms on top.
It was a little bizarre. They were so curious about this odd man, and how similar he was to them. No one had ever been before. It was hard to come up with words. Theyâd avoided people for so long, dodged any and all interactions and done nothing but sit silently and roll their eyes, only ever breaking to kill. That weight on their chest eased in the way it only did with a knife in their hand, but this time just knowing they werenât the only person with such⌠preferences.
They didnât want to interrupt. They knew how important those last moments were, how precious. So they waited until the thing at the sharp end of the blade was dead and then they rested their cheek on their arm. âDo you have any other kinds of friends?â They spoke quietly, a whisper, barely loud enough to be heard so that they wouldnât disturb the precious moment too aggressively.
Septimus was vaguely aware of Maze in his periphery, but the man clutching helplessly at his hands was at the center of his focus. Cold green eyes stared unblinking at the face opposite his, tracing each detail, attuned to every stuttering breath. Heâd done this a thousand times, the taking of lives an established motion in his personal regimen, and yet somehow, it never lost its novelty. Every muscle was tensed in delicious anticipation as he basked in the suffering heâd wrought.
He stayed deathly still, and just as expected, the victim succumbed. The dying manâs eyes lost their luster, their fear, while his desperate fingers fell limply from where theyâd clawed in useless protest against Septimus. His facial features ceased their twitching movements, the choked air freezing in his worthless lungs, and finally, he was gone. Nothing left but this husk of what had once been.
Low in Septimusâ chest came an unrestrained, rumbling chuckle. He waited not but a moment more before releasing his hold and retriving his knives from the corpseâs flesh, watching with an absentminded grin as the body slumped unceremoniously to the ground. The various punctures continued to leak small waterfalls of glorious crimson, though Septimus knew theyâd soon stop. He inhaled deeply, savoring the bitter metallic scent, then exhaled, the previous tension in his system dissipating.
He cast Maze a spare glance then, his captivation with death sated for the time being.
âWhat other kinds of friends are there?â He questioned dryly in return.
Ah, so people like them didnât have real friends after all. They werenât surprised, and they were too distracted to be disappointed either. What a nice way for bad news to be delivered⌠âI know of them vaguely,â they responded, eyes trained on Septimus with intrigue. Their eyes were maybe a little too wide, and the red coloring swirled like the blood pooling on the ground below the now dead thing between them. The crouched position they took made them look entirely like a creature, only the suggestion of a human past hair so bright red it matched their eyes. âDo you ever keep friends around? Or, anyone? Or will I never see you again?â They kept their hopes low, pushing away any possibility of feelings of any kind. Everyone let you down after enough time passed, and everyone left. Even if he agreed to see them again, what was the point?
So why did a secret part of them want to see him again? That was nonsense.
send in â youâre such an idiot. â for the sender to clean the receiverâs wounds while lightly scolding them for being so reckless when the receiver show up on their doorstep for medical attention.
alternatively, send in â at least i have you here to look after me, right? â for the receiver to clean the senderâs wounds while lightly scolding them for being so reckless after the sender shows up on their doorstep for medical attention. ( feel free to elaborate on how they got the injuries!! )
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no but the thing is, when the hero falls in love with the villain she is falling in love with the darkest parts of herself. she is owning her shadow and the owning makes her stronger. it is not about whether a ship is toxic or romanticising abuse because itâs not about two individuals. the struggle is not one between two people, just like the love is not between two people. when the hero falls in love with the villain she is loving herself. when she loves herself she is stronger, better, able to transform darkness instead of running from it. at the moment of loving, a person changes. the loved changes. and the love of the villain changes the hero. itâs all about this, donât you see?
Puck: Whyck as a thief. All through their childhood up until theyâre 14, working under Tovar in a group she runs. Always presents as a boy - only their group knows they were AFAB and anyone who isnât family, Tovar intimidates. Working jobs, not knowing theyâre a Mistborn.
Syl: Because theyâre are going to be quite a few of these that are drastically different, Iâm just going to summarize these four years into one section. Training, meeting Ellend and becoming friends, potentially some silly romancing before they die. Tren dies six months before Whyck dies and they spiral and completely isolate and destroy all their relationships. They kill four Inquisitors (because they get a power boost from Tren on accident, and are REALLY emotional about losing her) and the Lord Ruler blames it on the Skaa bc Whyck signed the crime scene w an old Skaa rebellion name. TLR starts executing Skaa âto make a pointâ and Whyck snaps and jumps in to save them and faces TLR and dies, silly kid.
Roshar: Five years on Roshar spent mostly traveling. They start in the Horneater Peaks and travel around quite a bit before heading to the Shattered Planes to fight in Dalinarâs army and learn how to fight. I know Brandon said that none of his books happen at the same time or whatever but I want to roleplay with all the characters so hush actually, this is me having fun. They become a Windrunner and lean into documenting their time on Roshar with a drawing journal :) I love this era for Whyck actualky they deserve to be happy.
Nalthis: He does go here for a sec to see Tovarâs world and to visit her. Apparently sheâs a queen here which is WILD, and she gives Whyck some of her breath, just to give him an awareness of people around and better vision with colors (which is why his paintings are usually hard to see for anyone without breath, and also why Hoid detects him later! Fun stuff!)
Whyck: Upon returning to Scadrial, they can no longer go by Puck or Syl because those names are known already, so they just decide to go by Whyck. Tovar was from Nalthas and left the planet so Whyck is alone (potentially!! Iâd love to see some plotting change that) and ready to face TLR⌠only to find out Vin already handled him bc I think âwhat happens when youâre not the chosen oneâ is a really cool plot for Whyck. This is where he reconnects with old friends and settles into this new life and maybe helps out with the next problems they have, but mostly his arc is learning to Chill and prioritize himself a little bit. Poor boy needs a break.
AUâs
Immortal: Putting this in the AUâs because if he does have any ships/friends at any point then I like the idea that he gets to just enjoy them and pass on, but I will do this at the drop of a hat. I want Whyck to become a silly little galaxy traveler like Hoid except instead of collecting magic systems he collects histories and drawings and people - because he wants everyone who wants to, to remember as much as possible. Thinking he maybe has a bag of holding type thing, or maybe a little house inside of a bag like Newt Schmander or something, and thatâs where he stores all the drawing books and historic journals heâs filling up :)
My baby!!! OC for the Cosmere; born on Scadrial and turned into a Mistborn despite being full blood Skaa bc I thought it would be interesting and then my DM went hard with it and honestly⌠I was so right for that. The rebellion that made them a Mistborn (including their parents) all got wiped out except for their caretaker Tovar, who raised them as a street urchin thief. Discovers theyâre a Mistborn and gets taken in my Tren Veritas, a noble whoâs half Skaa, to teach Whyck how to control being a Mistborn (and to train them to join her little rebellion determined to be the downfall of the Steel Ministry). Long story short, her story is very similar to Vinâs (which I didnât know the time, but it did make me chuckle to learn later. My DM was so silly) and at the end of the day Tren dies. So does Whyck though, so hello! Brought back to life because they have a spike in them (post Trenâs death) and realize theyâre too weak to face the Lord Ruler so they travel the Cosmere looking for a power that will win against him. They find it on Roshar, where they become a Windrunner. Fun stuff.
As far as canon characters go, theyâre best friends with Ellend Venture and eventually friends with Wit/Hoid, as my DM said the method that brought Whyck back to life might have aftually made them immortal! WILD time to learn that let me tell you. Anyway, used to be a DND character from a campaign based on the Cosmere and I grew really attached to them. They also had a romance with Zane (who was characterized a bit differently and had been raised with Ellend as his older brother, it was wild) at the which Iâll focus on for this blog unless someone gives me a ship for them :) I BEG yâall to send a cheeky ship in if you ever want to. Whyck dies at 18 and stays on Roshar for five years, so from 19-24, theyâre on there.
Genderfluid, portrayed by Amandla Stenberg, has three different names. Whyck is their birth name, Puck is their thief name, and Syl is their noble name. I think theyâre super neat, thatâs all.
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@stubborngods asked: â[ đđđđđđ ] â sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavor of what they ate or drank on their lips ( pick someone i have no braincells left )â
Decided on: Dorian and Artemis
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Dorian was a snacker - she always had been. There was always something in her hand, even if she wasnât actively eating it. Today it was a large bag of Candy she was whittling away at. No matter how much she ate - and it was a lot - she never seemed to get sick or even tired of the sweets. In fact, sheâs hum softly every time she popped one in her mouth. She must have been a little too enthusiastic about it, because as she popped the newest piece in her mouth, her friend (and super secret mega crush) Artemis leaned over with that smile they always had and asked for some to enjoy themself. Dorianâs only thought was that she would do anything to keep Artemis smiling⌠so she agreed. And when Artemis ignored the candy Dorian held out and smacked a kiss on her lips instead-
A real kiss. Not a peck or something sweet. There was tongue. Dorian had never even been kissed normally before, by anyone, let alone the person sheâd been hopelessly pining for ages now. But this kiss lingered, and Dorian had time to shut down and restart again, her hands almost wrapping into Artâs hair-
And then it was over. Dorian blinked. Once. Twice. She was reeling. And then she recognized Artâs casual expression as they weighed the flavor of the candy. Dorianâs face went a deep red and they tried not to strangle the infuriating cat in front of them. âWhat was that?â
@stubborngods asked: â[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness. ( edmund n henry )â
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When his mother kissed him in the forehead and that staple wave of magic flowed over all of them, they all knew exactly what to expect. They knew what it meant⌠or at least, Henry had been sure he knew. That was, until all the strength left his body and the poison settled deep in his body. He lost his balance far too quickly, his skin growing pale and his knees shaking and giving in. Just as he was sure he was about to hit the ground, arms wound around him and he was propped up onto a shoulder- and then scooped up into arms whole sale. He wasnât surprised when he looked up to see Edmund.
âIf this is how I die so be it,â he sighed gently, closing his eyes and curling against Edmund. He felt so much younger in that moment, like any moment heâd hear the waves and feel the tilting of the ship and theyâd be back on the Dawn Treader, or maybe just trekking through the forest. Back to days when everything was simple and all he needed was his husband close by⌠maybe he shouldnât have joked though. It would only hurt Edmund more.
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(Pretentious sentences from various sources for muses that like to speak in grandiose sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"You could be magnificent."
"Alcohol is the anaesthesia by which we endure the operation of life."
"You would make a beautiful corpse."
"When all the facts fall short of believability, fantasy feels reassuringly solid."
"Every choice you make has a consequence in the future. One wrong choice and you lose."
"Sometimes fate deals us a strange hand."
"Do you know the difference between order and chaos?"
"Every story has a beginning, but no story truly has an end."
"Trauma scrambles the senses. It transforms even the most lucid mind into a labyrinth."
"Time is a flat circle and we are all stuck in it."
"Stories end gracefully. Everything else ends in shock and horror, falsely certain of tomorrow."
"We mortals are but shadows and dust."
"Every search for a hero must begin with something that every hero requires: a villain."
"I don't sleep. I just dream."
"A rotten tree trunk appears strong until the storm breaks it in two."
"The person who extends an open hand in friendship had better have a blade in a fist behind his back."
"A man without his word is no better than a beast."
"All the bright, precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back."
"Time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, we're going to do over and over again."
"St Paul had to be blinded before he saw the light. I hope it doesn't take something so dramatic in your case."
"A spy can have a hundred names, a hundred faces, a hundred identities - but you only get one soul."
"To deny who you are is much more painful than confronting what you hate about yourself."
"Did you confuse reacting with feeling?"
"Any man can be a success, but it takes a madman to be great."
"We can never know in the present if the ripples created by an individual's actions will have a consequential event downstream."
"How will the world speak my name in years to come?"
"I'm going to do you the honour of letting you die superbly."
"To kill the snake, you have to cut off its head."
"We all want to be saved. Sometimes, it's just from ourselves."
"Allow me to dispel a few rumours so they don't fester into facts."
"The future is an equation with a thousand variables that keep changing."
"What we do in life echoes in eternity."
"You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority."
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