#twisted fates

[neverending-symphonia]

Was thinking if kaito would have been a number hunter in arcV that twisted fates Hiroki just becoming a student number hunter after a very, very long time of bugging kaito.

Kaito would keep refusing but damn this weird kid is so persistent and keeps somehow finding him every single time

[dustyaudi]

Sometimes im thinking abt my twisted fates story and then im hit with the weight of a thousand bricks that most of this started cuz i went "wouldn't it be funny if i gave [ madness combat character] a kid lol"

[popcorn-plots]

a Twisted Fates update? Two days apart??? In this economy?????

Yes.

Twisted Fates - Chapter 26 - Kadi_WatsonHolmes, popcorn_plots - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

[sugarangel121]

Twisted Fates Character Design: Ella Svanner

Her everyday and dance practice outfit, respectively.

Name: Ella Svanner Birthday: June 11th Age: 14 Parent: Swan Maiden Parent’s Story: The Swan Maiden Powerful Qualities: Defiant, Family-Oriented, Expressive Roommate: Claire Hook Secret Heart’s Desire:  Storybook Romance: Shhh, don't tell anyone, but I may or may not have a tiny crush on Pine Cracker! He's so sweet, even if he's a bit of a goody two-shoes, and he knows what it's like to be treated as an object rather than a sapient creature. My “Magic” Touch: I can turn into a swan and back by putting on and taking off my feathered coat, but I have to keep it under lock and key to prevent people from stealing it! Oh Curses Moment: Because of my story, I tend to forget where I put things, especially my coat. It's soo annoying having to track stuff down. Favorite Subject: Dance class of course! I really admire Duchess and Justine and hope I can get as good as they are. Feathers crossed, I'm hoping I'll be able to graduate to the advanced level next semester! Least Favorite Subject: Damsel in Distressing. Uggh, spare me the whole: "wait for someone to save you," and "don't fight off your attackers," crap. I make whoever steals my coat regret it. Extracurriculars: Dance mostly, but I'm also a part-timer in the theater club. Best Friends Forever After: My little sister, Mellie. She doesn't go to Ever After High, but she's such a sweetheart, and we video chat all the time. I'm also good friends with Winnona Woebegon and Phoebe Firebird Pet: Eh, not really interested in pets right now, but Mellie has a pet hamster.

[gup-gup-guppy]

Curse ideas, anyone?

Hi, I go by Ravin_Raven (or Raven Moonspark) on Wattpad! And I have two stories that I'm writing that involve curses as the central plot lines. Here's a list of curses I know of off the top of my head, but I am hoping you can help me with making more than these ones! So, if you can please help me, I'd greatly appreciate it!

Cursed to: wear an object all the time and never take it off

To be turned to stone

To be corrupted by your own magic

Be turned into something inanimate

Be turned into an animal or beast

Trapped inside something (like a mirror or painting or locket)

Turned into an element (like being turned into some kind of essence, look up the Augur of Dunlain in Skyrim)

Unable to touch someone for fear of killing them

Unable to love because your love would kill either you or them

Turned into a demon

Possessed by a demon through a curse

Trapped someplace due to a curse (like can't leave a forest because of the curse, or like the guy in Pirates of the Caribbean who can't leave sea water)

Unable to use one of your senses

Can't talk (like Ariel in the Little Mermaid)

Your powers now hurt you when you use them, or someone you love

Your power is corrosive, and you're unable to use it without pain, but not using it hurts worse

Chronic pain curse

Unable to be in love because of a curse, like being cursed to not fall in love or keep your love

Cursed to never die

Cursed to die once you're found happiness

Cursed to die once you fall in love

Bad luck curse

Turned to ice curse

Snow and ice curse, like The White Witch in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

And finally, cursed to do something if someone tells you to

Now those are a lot of curses, but I have had a bit to think about this. Also, wanted to make sure there was a list on here for future writers to stumble on. I love the trope of curses and I am currently working on "The Cursed Ones" and a draft (as of right now) "Cursed" on Wattpad. Again, I am Ravin_Raven or Raven Moonspark on there. So, check me out! Also, check out RavenSky Writing Prompts on FB! It's a group. Anyways. I hope this helped!

[froggy-and-raven]

Did someone say detective AU? No? Well too bad.

[tikus-library]

"Twisted Fates"

Original Fiction - Chapter 1

Read on Ao3

Characters: The Void x The Red Knight

Posted: July 6th

WARNINGS: violence, Canon topical violence, mentions of blood, death, cursing, there may be romance later... of course there will be romance later!!!

A/N: Yes, I love the villain x hero thing. No, I couldn't write anything else. If you like it leave a nice comment- of ya don't scroll away. Thank @magellan-88 who said I should post it here too (hey look I made a picture thing finally for it!!!)

A/N 2: I'm still kinda shy about my oc stories, so if you happen to stumble across this- no, you didn't, hah

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

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They were considered nobodies, not threats.

It had been hard to work their way up into the ranks of supervillains, struggling to get recognized by the heroes.

But this time they were sure to get noticed.

This time they had caught him, the one and only Red Knight. And they were hand delivering him to one of the best in the business, The Void. The top villain. Well, not delivering– the man had agreed to meet them in their secret lair.

"Who has a secret lair these days?"

"It's not like everyone just goes home to their apartments!"

"I mean…don't we?"

The group fell in silence.

It had been a stroke of luck.

Or a bad day for the young hero.

Either way they had been able to take him down while… while he had been down. If you didn't take what was handed to you that would be lunacy, so they had taken it. Beaten him till he couldn't fight back and tied him down.

"Is he still breathing?"

The men stared, waiting till the masked hero took in a stuttering breath before releasing their own. No good if the one they invited came to see a dead body, but there had to be something in it for them taking down one of the idiots that always got in his way right?

"He's coming!"

There was a flurry of action, everyone hurrying to do their part, to slip into a spot they would be noticed.

There are whispers.

He should not have come, but– of course he knew curiosity killed the cat, which in this case would be disappointment. Truly, he sniffed delicately, as if they could capture his hero.

"There he is, just like we promised Mr. Void!"

They were a gang, no more than twenty. They hadn't even properly named themselves and yet–

He froze on the last step, hand clutching the handrail as he took in the scene before him.

There, kneeling in the middle of this rickety broken down warehouse these idiots had found and taken over– was his hero. Head slumped forward, dark hair curled and accentuated with what he guessed was his own hero's blood, arms bound tightly behind him. There was a bit of crude rope strung about his neck, even from here Void could see the angry red marks cutting into the sensitive skin of his neck.

He took the final step down, "and how did you manage to get my nemesis here?" He asked, voice deathly calm, black eyes skipping from one miscreant to another.

They puffed their chests like silly little birds, "we caught him in an alley, took our chance and brought him here."

He stepped forwards, one leather gloved hand reaching out slowly and cupping his hero's jaw in hand. He heard the sharp intake of breath, blood smeared across his tanned jawline, a large cut on his forehead, bruises littering his skin, his mask in tatters; not that he hadn't seen him without it…

"Duke got him good! Cracked his ribs, pretty sure it was them shit kickers that did the job there at the end!"

"Ah!" He managed quietly; imagining the sound, tilting his head back, one eye swollen shut, allowing only one brilliant emerald eye to look up at him. He could hear him struggling to breathe, a rattling noise low in his chest. The Void brushed his thumb along his jaw and the Red Knight flinched.

Flinched.

The smallest, weakest, little jerk– but it was there.

The men were laughing, callous tough barks of ridiculous laughter.

"Who said you could touch him?"

The room quietened.

He finally pulled back, rage seething, becoming a living breathing entity, "did I give you permission to touch him?"

The men stepped back, turning as they heard a heavy metal door clang shut, before facing the man once again. "Void– we… you've fought him for so long…"

"There are rules to combat, there is a reason that we dance," there was a yelp, before one of the men disappeared. "Do you truly think that I– I could not defeat him?!" It really was like playing with toys. They had broken the rules of engagement. Now he needed to follow none and oh, it felt so good to feed the darkness that he had starved for so long.

This was why he was number one. This was why everyone feared him. No mercy. No forgiveness. None when they yelled and cried and begged, the way they scattered, each one of them thinking they could escape.

"...oid… Void… s-ssst-stop…"

"STOP?! STOP?! DID THEY STOP?!" He demanded angrily, how many times had he faced off against his hero? And they had walked away, there was a reason.

He coughed, blood mixed with spit coming up, a wheeze rattled in his chest, his vision blurred, went in and out. He was sure the ground moved. "V– Void" he flinched at the squelching sound, at the pitiful cries of the men that had ruthlessly beat him until he couldn't move.

It had been his own fault.

He had made a mistake, fallen right into the worst spot after a fight with another criminal. Yes, he had won that but not without gaining a limp- it has been enough of an advantage for this group and he hadn't slept in four days. He couldn't sit up any longer, he tried again, it had been so long since the villain had really let loose. He had never stopped to examine that or what it meant. He had to stop him though.. in a second… he just had to… catch his… breath.

"FwuuwhuuUUmpfff"

The sound was enough to cause him pause and he looked over his shoulder as he finished off the last one, bone crunching and a half yell muffled. He did not hurry over, didn't use his powers to swipe away the bindings, nor did he hold the broken body of his nemesis against his own, wrapping an arm securely around their waist before dragging their arm around his own neck.

"This is entirely unprofessional of course," he muttered unhappily, uncaring of the blood sinking in and staining his outfit, speaking candidly, as if he hadn't just murdered a gang of twenty.

Knight let out a little grunt, head lifting weakly as he was lifted to his feet, precariously holding onto consciousness. "I can- I–" limping, swallowing the pain, he couldn't show how weak he was- not now. He shouldn't lean into him, shouldn't grip his shoulder, should push him away. He had to escape, nurse his wounds, he could escape…

"You underestimate how broken your body is," The Void commented, carefully moving along before stopping in front of the stairs.

"Nghhh!" He grimaced, he nearly vomited in response to the pain that rose throughout his body in waves. "V– what did you–?" He attempted to glimpse around, but the small movement had his knees buckling, baring his teeth in an attempt to keep from swaying.

V. How he hated that single letter, he was The Void, not V. He bent down and swept the Red Knight up into his arms, no small feat as the man was just that, a grown man, fully muscled with long limbs and in full gear- even though it was in rough shape.

"Hnngghh! Fuck!" The Red Knight gasped in pain before he tensed in his arms, giving in and going limp against him.

He grinned as he stepped up, the door at the top opening carefully and his man hurried ahead to the car. "Sir!?" He eyed the slumped figure of their enemy warily, uncertain.

"Unprofessional," he repeated as he sat in the vehicle, stiffening slightly when the hero's head fell on his chest. "Hrrrmmnn, get us home."

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