#//His grandmother always spoiled him with some; making them for him herself

[dutybcrne]

Alhaitham has one HELLUVA sweet tooth, send tweet-

[areyoudreaminof]

Next Gen Headcanons:

Nyx:

-very into architecture, loves buildings. The Prythian equivalent of a lego kid. Builds Feyre a studio and builds Oriana a little dollhouse.

-He carves little wooden animals, like his grandfather. His mother and aunts aren’t sure what to make of it at first, but they grow to love it.

-Nyx wears goggles when he flies high. When he’s older (like 100) he gets really into the idea of an aerial corps for the Illyrians.

-He loves all his cousins but is closest to Cricket. They’re called the “Terror Twins” in the family. 

-Not much of a “ladies man” in the traditional sense, but the ladies love him because he’s easy going, respectful, and doesn’t play games.

-he’s an okay artist, if he put in more effort he’d be better. 

-he’s embarrassed by Rhys’s over the top fashion sense. 

-he’s a daemati, but hates going into people’s minds unless absolutely necessary. 

-very close to Az and Nesta. He trusts them both implicitly. And his first word after "Mama" was "Nena!" for Nesta, of course.

-his best friend is the Winter Court Heir. They have a secret handshake.

Cricket:

-Helion’s shadow. She breeds horses and Pegasi with her grandfather and they’re very, very close. She’s a very talented equestrian and trains the Day Court horses on her own. 

-Her real name, Mathilde, comes from the Lady of Autumn's sister. Lucien gave her the nickname Cricket, when she was a baby. She babbled at night.

-she’s a Spell Cleaver and she got all the Day Court powers. No Autumn powers to be seen

-When she grows up, she becomes THE Emissary for all the courts and the human lands since she’s so well connected. She really doesn’t want to be the heir. She's ruthless at negotiation, thanks to Eris's training.

-Cricket is Lucien with a better upbringing. Snarky af.

-Rhys is her favorite Night Court uncle, but also her mortal enemy in their prank war.

-Very close to her parents. While she got Lucien’s hair and eyes, she got a lot of Elain’s features. 

-Extremely close to Eris. She is given Autumn citizenship, title of Grand Duchess of Autumn and a smokehound. She calls her hound Trajan, her favorite Day Court hero.

Froggy:

-she is a prodigy and teaches herself to read at some young ass age. Very quiet and proper, but isn’t afraid to get dirty. She speaks Scythian fluently and teaches herself old High Fae. 

-Her real name, Cyra, is an ancient Day Court name. Helion picked it out. Froggy comes from Cricket, who thought her baby sister looked like a frog when she was born.

-she looks the most like Helion, and has “Day Court looks” with Elain's golden heir. Which is funny because she got the Autumn flame and is more or less considered Eris’ heir by himself and the Autumn court. 

-her smokehound is named Brigid, the first fae in Autumn to wield fire, whom she idolizes.  

-She is super close to Nesta and Feyre. She adores Cassian. 

- she’s very empathetic. I toyed a lot with her getting the Seer gift, but she instead has a very good intuition. 

-She always wears a bow in her hair. She thinks it looks sophisticated. She picked it up from her human cousins in Scythia.

Orianna

-very funny and mischievous and caring. Spoiled rotten by her parents and the House.

-The House LOVES HER. The House gives her the best room, and a kitten. It just showed up when she wanted it. It's a real kitten she calls Pudding.

--she loves music and singing. When she’s older (a few hundred years old) she does a research project for the library and compiles old oral folk tales and songs from the women in Illyria. 

-Nesta’s velcro child. Orianna is ride or die for her mother. She does love her Daddy though. 

--her wings are from her grandmother. 

-She and Froggy are the closest, but she hero worships Cricket and Nyx. 

-Orianna was also raised and watched a lot by Clotho and the other priestess in the library. She is named Research Assistant when she's little and she takes it VERY seriously. She loves Clotho the most.

-She is the official representative of the Library at the House to the Day Court.

-Gwyn and Emerie are her aunts. Full stop.

-she loves her Aunt Feyre and loves to paint with her. 

-when she feels angry and upset, Uncle Az takes her for “quiet time” where they color together. It helps her calm down. He teachers her how to sing and old Illyrian songs.

-Cassian calls her his princess.

-she will become the first Valkyrie Librarian

[yetanotherexhaustedalchemist]

Lapis Ashengrotto

Lapis Ashengrotto is Azul's little five-year-old half-sister. She's the daughter of Azul's mother and stepfather. Like her brother, mother and grandmother, she's a mage, but she's still too young to be able to use it much.

Despite, or maybe because of, the twelve year age difference, Lapis absolutely idolises Azul. She thinks he's the coolest and smartest person to ever live. (She loves her parents and grandmother very much as well! But Azul's always been the one she goes to for advice or help with homework first.) Azul, for his part, cherishes his little sister and would spoil her silly if their parents didn't stop him.

She's a shy girl, but she's always eager to learn, and she likes to feel useful. Her parents occasionally have to trick her into doing her homework... because she's so determined to help them in the restaurant instead. She can't wait until she's old enough for her father and brother to teach her the ins-and-outs of law. (She can already correctly use terms like 'signed under duress', 'leonine', and 'plausible deniability', concerning her teachers on occasion. Her parents have gotten several confused calls.)

Unfortunately, like Azul, Lapis is also bullied by her classmates - although, fortunately, not nearly as much as he was. Maybe she's protected by the fact that, despite being small even for her age, she isn't as chubby as he was - or, maybe it's the potential for danger her blue rings imply. Either way, Azul hates that she has to feel inferior to her peers, and he does everything in his power to make sure she never has to suffer like he did.

Lapis is always the first person to greet Azul when he returns to the Coral Sea for the holidays - she launches herself into his arms and clings onto him for as long as she can, beaming the whole time. By the way - yes, she's acquainted with the twins as well. She knows a lot of merfolk find them scary, but she isn't intimidated by them. To her, they're just her brother's friends! Floyd plays hide-and-seek with her when they're bored and Jade tells her about life on the surface! (Coincidentally, she's bullied less on the days after they accompany Azul in taking her to school.)

And, oh yes! She's specifically a blue-ringed caecelia. She is just as venomous, but she has the ability (not seen in the animal counterpart) to choose whether or not to inject her venom into a bite.

(A lil drawing I whipped up for this. Yes that's Azul)

A few other things about her:

While she could be considered twisted from Morgana (Ursula's sister from the little mermaid sequel), I mostly just learned about blue ringed octopuses and thought 'oh it would be cute if Azul had a half-sister who was one'

'Lapis' obviously comes from lapis lazuli, a deep blue gemstone that was highly valued for being able to produce some of the most intense and vibrant blue dyes. (Also, the word azul, which comes from azure in turn comes from the word lazuli)

The average blue ringed octopus weighs around 80 grams, and have enough poison in them to kill around 26 adults at any given time. Lapis weighs around 17 kg (212.5 times heavier than a blue ringed octopus), thus meaning she has enough poison in her at any time to kill 5525 adults.

On multiple occasions, Azul has been mistaken as Lapis' teen father by strangers. He was embarrassed at first but now thinks it's funny.

Lapis has a habit of, whenever she faces a minor inconvenience (eg, dropping a slice of fruit from her plate) sighing deeply and lying face-down on the floor for several minutes. She's completely quiet and doesn't get in anyone's way, and she doesn't mean to be melodramatic. She's just coping. When she's recovered she gets up and goes about her day like nothing happened.

Lapis' coffin design and alt of her SSR art. Please be nice to her, she's shy

[whorefordaemon]

Requests open?!! 😃

How about Daemon reacting to reader lover/wife/etc flirting with guys and girls in front of him on purpose 😈

Hey anon! My first ever request! Hope you like it! I added a few extra details to make it more smutty and well, more Targaryen lol

"Give me your babe."

Daemon watched, eyes glaring as he stared at his sister wife who was dancing with some Lord from some where.

Daemon and her had had a fight last night, about the one thing they always fought on. She wanted a babe. And Daemon didn't want to risk losing her.

He had been there. Watched as life slowly left his bold and fierce mother, the Princess Alyssa, day by day after the birth of his sister. He had watched his grandmother howl and scream in the night, mourning her dead babes. He watches every year or so, as his cousin Aemma is killed little by little with every dead babe she brings forth and no son.

Can't she see? How desperately he wishes to spare her of such a fate?

What would he do if she was gone?

But his wife, stubborn as she was, refused to listen.

He had been on top of her, inside her when she locked her legs around him and refused to let him pull out early. The hot and tightness of her cunt was too alluring and Daemon hadn't been able to successfully separate himself from her before he was shooting all of his seed deep into her.

He had stared at her, eyes wide and breathless as she giggled. "How long do you think you can stay away from me, brother? How long before you're back here, inside me, railing me to our bed? I promise, I will have your seed in me soon enough."

He had raged at her, tried to shake some sense into her but she had refused to listen. 

She had wanted a babe. And there was no stopping her. He had always given in to her demands before. He had spoiled her, he knew.

So he had taken to ignoring her. Refusing to fuck his beautiful little sister wife unless she promised to behave. It had only been a day and he was already going crazy.

She had only shown him her tongue before walking away, promising she'd have his cock back in her cunt by that very night.

And so far, she was doing a fantastic job riling him up. She had dressed all pretty, in a long black dress with sleeves designed to look like dragon scales and a back that was open for all to see. He imagined tearing down her dress and fucking her from behind, seeing way more than just her back.

Her hair was left open and he imagined pulling her by her hair whilst fucking and holding her in place as she ran her tongue down his cock.

He imagined giving a few smacks on her arse as she rightfully deserved for forcing his hand like this.

He was distracted the whole feast, unable to forget his raging hard on as he drank in the sight of her.

She turned to look at him once the dance was over, a smirk identical to his, as she laughed at whatever it was that the Lord had spoken.

It was a fake laugh and Daemon smirked, there was nobody who could've hoped to have had his wife's interest the way he had. But they could try, he mused.

He hoped for her sake she would put a stop to this charade though. Before he lost his cool. But alas, his sister was proving herself to be very foolish.

He watched, hands clenched into a fist as the Lord placed a kiss on her hand and she smiled. Did this sod have a death wish?!

He got up abruptly, the eyes of everyone as always on him, and made his way over to his wife.

He put his hand on the Lord's shoulder, a huge smile on his face as he greeted him. His grip tightened and his smile widened as he noticed how nervous the Lord became, moving away from his wife.

His. His. His.

"Lord, may I have my sister back? I haven't had the pleasure of her company all evening." He reminded the man and watched as he squirmed at the remainder that his wife was also his sister. Their queer customs never failed to make these Andal Lords uncomfortable. And he loved making them feel uncomfortable.

"Sure my prince." He stuttered before moving away.

Daemon watched him run, his tail tucked between his legs. He stared at everyone in the room, daring them to come between his wife and himself.

He turned to finally face her. His beautiful sister. A sinister smirk on his face which she replied with a soft, sweet smile on her face. "Brother." She whispered.

He pulled her into a dance, running his hands down her body. She stared up at him. For them, no one else existed in the great hall.

""I've missed you, brother." She confessed, looking him in the eye.

"It's barely been one whole day." He told her.

"So? Usually you would have filled me with your cock atleast twice by now, before the day was out." She told him in Valyrian, shameless with her words. Her eyes showed her desire for him. He knew his eyes held the same look.

"Usually, you'd be much more well behaved."

"I want your babe brother. A beautiful, pure Valyrian babe who may one day rule all of the seven kingdoms." She told him.

"Birthing is no easy task." He warned her, a pleading look came over him.

"I'm a dragon and a woman brother. I was born with the strength of a dragon and my body was made to bear children. Your children. I won't let you deprive me of my destiny." She told him, sounding more like him than ever before. So sure and so full of life.

Daemon smiled. "Children? How many do you plan to give me?"

She smiled, a soft laugh breaking their tension. Yes, their fight was over. He had lost before he could even begin to fight.

"A dozen. At the very least."

She grabbed his hands and began to pull him out of the hall and towards their chambers. "And me thinks the earlier we start, the better."

He laughed before pushing her against a wall in a dark corridor. He caged her inbetween his arms, their noses touching as her breathing got heavier. "The chambers are too far away. I say, let's make a babe right here." He whispered in her ears.

She stared up at him, eyes so full of lust and hope, Daemon felt his breeches tighten further. He turned her around, pushing her against the wall before his hands went under her dress. He let his fingers travel under her gown, tracing her legs up until he reached her cunt, which was wet and throbbing. "Hmm, no undergarments, my filthy whore!" He accused her. The vile words only making her more aroused.

"All yours brother." Her breathing hitched, a loud moan escaping her throat.

He rubbed at her wetness, brushing his fingers against her pearl and laughing as she squirmed and shook in his arms. Her head thrown back into his shoulders as she moaned.

He gathered her wetness before poking at her entrance. Sliding one finger in and pulling out slowly. Repeating this gesture a few more times and slowly adding more fingers until he had three stuffed inside of her.

He pulled them in and out of her furiously and the wet noises reverberated in the empty corridors. Daemon was sure anyone walking by would be able to guess what they were doing. He couldn't wait to hear the noises they made when it was his cock inside of her.

It wasn't long before she was tensing up, her cunt tightening around his fingers as she came.

"Fucccckkkk" she whined.

He pulled his hand out of her cunt, pulling at his breeches and freed his cock. It was aching painfully. He used her wetness to stroke his cock slowly before once again grabbing her dress, pulling it up so he had free access to her cunt.

He lined up, rubbing his cock at her little pearl and watched as she shook lightly.

He chuckled. "So eager, dear sister."

"I am! I want your seed. I want your babe! I want your cock! Please brother, give it to me please." She whined, moving her ass backward, trying to push his cock into her cunt.

He laughed harder, "patience.." he whispered before suddenly, without warning, he rammed his entire length inside her.

She screamed, Daemon bringing his hand to her mouth to prevent her from screaming too loud as she came all over his cock, her cunt tightening so much Daemon hissed, unable to pull his cock back out.

"Shhh...sister. Do you wish to alert everyone else to our sinful behaviour?"

She didn't reply, too lost in her pleasure. Her whole body shook as wave after wave of pleasure passed over her.

Daemon stayed inside her as she calmed down before slowly pulling out. Then back in. And out. And in again. And out. In. Out. In. Out. Until he was thrusting balls deep inside her in quick, rough thrusts that made her breasts shake, even within the tight confines of her dress.

"Ah! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Give it to me love. Harder, harder please harder." She whimpered, pulling him closer by turning her face and kissing him full on the mouth.

Daemon had to hold her tightly to the wall so as to maintain his jackhammer pace.

The two kissed, biting at each other's lips and promising to love each other always.

Daemon held onto her hips, eyes on her arse as it slapped against his thighs, making all the more obscene and wet noises. He loved it.

"AH!" She screamed as she came a third time within the span of an hour. Her legs felt dead and she was sure she'd have fallen if Daemon hadn't been holding her up, still chasing his pleasure from her body.

She tensed, anticipation building as she dreamt of a silver haired, purple eyed babe.

She wanted his seed so bad. So, so bad!

Daemon grunted and growled and his hands moved from her hips to her waist. He pulled her off the wall and flush against himself as he thrust in one last time.

Hot cream filled her up as he came inside her. It hit her inner walls and she felt it as it shot all the way up into her womb.

Both husband and wife. Brother and sister moaned as they together came down from their high. They held onto each other, refusing to be parted after having such a intimate coupling together.

She sighed happily, laying her head against his broad shoulder and he hid his face in her neck. She knew. Just knew that they had made a babe tonight. She had, as always, gotten what she wanted. She really was spoiled!

[whinlatter]

omg, andromeda and ginny, parvati and harry, peter and lily, petunia and james (humor me)

waaaait i love these!

andromeda and ginny (@saintsenara also asked about andromeda and harry so answering that one here too): poor andromeda. your beloved husband, treasured daughter and the son-in-law you tolerate all die, and then you get (1) seventeen year old trying to do up godparent with his gobby girlfriend in tow. nightmare. in this is what andromeda imagined teddy would be up to each time harry and ginny babysat:

i reckon it takes andromeda a long time to properly warm up to and trust harry and ginny after the war. harry, she understands, has at least some claim to being involved in teddy's life as godfather that she honours even if she doesn't like it: ginny's just an add-on to that. i do tend to like the idea of andromeda as someone who left her family and married for love but who is still marked by her aristocratic origins, who retains a kind of protective conservativism and sense of propriety that makes her a bit sceptical of this guardianship arrangement of 'grandmother plus teenage godson plus his girlfriend apparently'. i think it gets a bit easier with time, though as teddy gets older, i can imagine harry still being quite deferential to andromeda's wishes while ginny's the one to lightly challenge andromeda's authority a bit more and taking a more liberal approach as a guardian to teddy. i can imagine them falling out over ginny buying teddy some booze or to taking him to get a piercing or tattoo or something. (andromeda was born in the mid-fifties, after all). this conflict with ginny reminds andromeda, painfully, of her clashes with dora all those years ago, which just makes it all that bit worse.

parvati and harry: yung parvati definitely fancied harry. and you know what? i maintain that yung harry thought parvati was quite fit too (he's into hair and he stares at hers a bit. i rest my case). i also maintain that the only reason yung harry didn't fancy parvati more is because she giggled too much and he can be such a sourpuss. and as a paid up member of the campaign to let girls giggle (CLGG) i say: justice for patil!

peter and lily: to me, peter was exactly the kind of misogynist dweeb that male friendship groups often pick up early and let slosh around within their ranks for far too long past their expiration date. (you know what i mean! there's so often that one guy! and he sucks! and they're like yeah but he's been here too long there's no getting rid! and then he ignores you when you go with them to the pub! fuck that guy!) i don't think peter and lily were ever close - i'm always struck how in her letter to sirius, lily talks about peter's visit in the context of her trying to have his friends visit to cheer him up, rather than out of her own affection for him ('James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell — also, Dumbledore’s still got his Invisibility Cloak, so no chance of little excursions. If you could visit, it would cheer him up so much. Wormy was here last weekend, I thought he seemed down, but that was probably the news about the McKinnons...') i tend to subscribe to the view of the marauders that is sirius, peter and, to a lesser but still real extent, remus, all orbiting james, and lily being closest with sirius of those four by virtue of him being james' best mate, but never really being one of the four of them herself, and definitely being least close with peter out of all of them. i don't think lily distrusted peter, but i think the secret-keeper switch shouldn't be taken as sign of great warmth and affection.

petunia and james: james, obviously, thought petunia was a fucking nightmare. petunia, obviously, thought james was a spoiled layabout wastrel of the highest order. she did however get a wee look at lily and james' wedding pictures despite herself and think sirius was really fit. just because she's a dickhead but that doesn't mean she can't have taste!

thanks anon!

[astra-galaxie]

Hey Astra! So... do u have any Headcannons about Domuel (Samuel x Donna)?

(Accurate picture of me thinking of new headcanons for requests like these!😂)

Oh! A new ship challenge to test my headcanon-making skills! It's been a long time since I made my Chief King headcanons, so it’ll be nice to make some for him and Donna! I wish we could have met Donna; she sounded like a lovely woman…

Since she was an architect, Donna designed her and Samuel’s house, which they built together a few years after their wedding. Samuel let his wife do most of the design work, but he added some of his own touches to the plans, and together, they built their dream home where they raised their family

Donna was so excited when she found out Cathy was a girl. While she loves her son, she always wished to have a daughter. She helped teach Cathy plenty of things and cherished their grandmother-granddaughter time together. Samuel also loved getting to spoil their granddaughter, but they made sure they didn't spoil her too much (but there were times when they made exceptions)

They loved sailing in the Grimsborough harbour. They spent a lot of time on the water when Donna was designing the Nautical Museum to help her get into the right mindset to create the plans to replicate the Pilgrim ship

One of their favourite types of date nights was going out to the Historical Centre’s theatre to watch its plays. They had memberships to the theatre for how often they attended

Samuel taught Donna how to use a gun so she could defend herself if ever the need arose. Donna didn’t like handling guns but knew how important it was to ease Samuel’s worries about her being defenceless, so she paid close attention during his lessons

They used to go on double dates with Serena Johnson and her husband. Donna always got a strange feeling from the other woman, but she knew Serena and Samuel’s friendship dated back years, so Donna stayed polite and civil toward her

Every morning before he left for work, Donna tied Samuel’s tie. It's not that the cop couldn’t do it; it was simply a tradition they had started one day as their way to say goodbye to each other in the morning. After Donna died, Samuel didn’t wear ties for a long time, unable to tie them due to how much his hands would shake as the memory of Donna tying them with love haunted him

I feel like if Donna had still been alive during the current timeline, things would have gone differently during season 1. Sadly, she died long before we could meet her… It would have been nice to learn more about her.

Thank you for the ask!

[empresskadia]

I think the most powerful gifts you can give a Spartan is one that reminds them of you for when you're aren't there. Sometimes they're off doing missions, and you're separated, and they really miss you. Having that little reminder always makes it better.

Like, say, for Naomi, her partner has an Ace of Spades playing card on the pauldron of their armor like their uncle did back when the Human-Covenant War began. Luck was important to him, so it was important to you. Naomi was just as important to you, so when you couldn't always be together on the same ship, you gave her two things: A copy of the card on your shoulder and a magic eight ball to keep in her room. You may or may not have replaced the die inside with things you would say, so it was like you were there in spirit when you couldn't be there in person.

Not when you're getting scouted for some big secret project led by a guy whose name you forget but a number that reminded you of hers.

096?

First, I got chills reading this! Second, I gasped so loudly my dog came to check on me to make sure I was okay. Third, I was like ‘fuckin Musa! Naomi’s gonna murder you.’ Like I didn’t know how the Spartan IV program started. I lowkey went feral for this ask, you’re spoiling me and I adore it.

I love this so very much and this is canon in my head now. How cute is this!!! Spartans don’t have personal things but the item their partner gives them becomes their prized possession and they would break bones if someone tries to take it.

Like for Linda, she has pressed flowers that you gave her and kept on her dog tags at all times, when she’s thinking about her partner or missing you, she grasps the chain and feels a little closer to you. Or a small charm on Nornfang that you made for her that Linda never takes off. Whenever she takes down targets and sees the charm, she thinks to herself that she can’t wait to hear about the mission you’ve been sent on or just to see you in general.

There is a ring that your grandmother passed down that you always wear on your pointer finger and end up giving to Kelly because it fits on her pinkie/places it on her chain because you wouldn’t see her for a few months. When Kelly’s thinking about her partner/missing you, she subconsciously spins the ring, and later, ends up seeing her name/spartan tag engraved inside the band. Or give her one of your earrings that your father gave you, so she had half of something that was super important to you and feels very protective of the jewelry because she knows you adored your father.

For John, it’s the exchanged dog tags, one is his and the other is yours. Sometimes he takes it off and runs his finger across your name and service number, he doesn’t realize that his expression softens just a bit but Cortana and Blue team know he’s thinking about you.

Everyone on Blue team knows that Fred has a favorite combat knife that you gave him and if something happens to it, he is going to kill someone, and no, it’s not an exaggeration. Kelly witnessed him panic about losing it once and horde of brutes didn’t even have a chance to blink before they were dead. There are personalized words written on the inside of the knife from you and it will be over his dead body before someone tries to take it or use it.

But also! Luck is important to Naomi because it reminds her of John too and we see how worried she is for Chief in the books, this is very important to her! So you give her the card and tell her about it, she’s putting that on her armor in the same spot that you have it in. It makes her feel closer to her partner and her eyes soften anytime she glimpses it from the corner of her vision. Especially once she gets recruited for Kilo-Five and you get sent on a secret ‘mission’ that she can’t know about. Naomi knows there is something you’re not telling her but she won’t push because it’s classified, which kind of worries her.

When Serin tells her about the whole Halsey thing or finds out about her dad, she shakes the eight ball wishing you were there to talk with but quietly laughs to herself when she reads the message because it’s 100% something you would say. Naomi constantly starts asking BB if there were any messages sent to her, getting antsy when he tells her no every time to the point BB shares this with the captain.

Eventually, Naomi asks Serin if she could find any information about you, giving her your full name, service name, rank, and all the important things to find your file. If anyone could get into classified mission files, it would be BB and Serin.

It's BB saying, "Oh that's rather somber to find out." that has Naomi wanting to panic. Did something happen? Was her partner hurt? Were you hospitalized? Did you get killed? She knew she should've upgraded your armor with those last bits of data, what was she thinking?! Naomi's thoughts are spirling but nothing prepared her for what your file read,

'SPARTAN-IV Lieutenant - pending transfer to REDACTED'

'Augmentation Procedure - Successful'

'AI Partner - Pending Compatibility with REDACTED'

'Stationed - UNSC REDACTED'

'Notes - Expand'

"What does it mean by Spartan-IV?" Naomi had to ask, she had to know because all she recalled was her own augmentation, the pain, the recovery, the loss of her sisters and brothers in arms, something that she might've just lost her partner to.

[lunarmoonanons]

Fire and Salt chp4

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At the day of her aunt’s funeral, YN tries to process her emotions. Grief and guilt eat away at her stomach as the family she wanted so much to be together grieves. 

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Masterlist 

Death was such a funny thing. You are gone, but your body is still here. At least your family could have some closure and pretend you can hear them say goodbye. That really can’t happen if the body left is a burnt skeleton locked in a stone casket. YN was grateful she never saw the body of her aunt, so that the memory of Laena’s face would be from when she met her on her 7th nameday, not of a blackened skull. 

YN stood with her family as they prepared to toss the casket in the seawater, her small hand holding onto her father’s folded ones. Her little brother Jace had already been grieving from the loss of Ser Harwin, and Luke had been in a sad state since the news of death arrived. The faces at the funeral were solemn. YN looked to her grandfather and grandmother, then to her cousins who were barely holding back their tears, then resting on the face of her uncle Daemon. 

She held back her own tears, and slight anger at the insinuation of her granduncle Vaemond. His glare at her brothers was not missed, and YN briefly hoped he’d fall into the water. She chose to ignore her rage, and kissed her father’s shaking hands to comfort him. The chuckles of her uncle Daemon unnerved her, but this day was not about her. 

As they pulled the heavy casket to the waters, YN kissed the tips of her fingers and blew it toward that direction. Mentally asking any god out there to welcome her aunt Laena. A guilty feeling clawed at her throat and burned in her tear ducts. YN blamed herself. If she was not so selfish to want her cousins here, the gods would not have killed her aunt to bring them. 

As soon as the service was over and everyone was talking above, drinking and socializing, YN stared at the water. Occasionally flicking her eyes up to see Seasmoke in the air. Her thoughts were stopped when her grandfather came to stand next to her. 

“Still in love with the sea, my darling?” He asked, only receiving a shrug in return. “It is good you love the sea and high tide YN. It shows great promise for your future. As the lord of the tides, Lucerys will rule the seas and will require your guidance as a shipmaster.” Corlys promised her, hoping she’d be more amicable to sharing the seat with Luke. He would have Driftmark, and she would be in charge of their fleets. 

“I don’t deserve it…” YN whispered, causing the man to frown and kneel to her. 

“Why’s that my darling?” His gentle tone and soft touch brought the girl to hiccuping tears. Her guilt finally overflowed. “YN. YN what is it?” 

“It’s my fault. I didn’t listen when papa said that Rhaena and Baela could not come to Westeros, but I pestered and was selfish. So the gods killed their mother because of me.” YN hiccuped, trying to wipe her tears. “Even now I’m being selfish. This day should be about Baela and Rhaena’s grief, but I’m crying. I’m a spoiled, stupid girl.” 

“No. No my darling you are nothing of the sort. You could not have killed Laena. This was a tragic loss, an act out of human control, it was not your fault.” Corlys tried to comfort her, smoothing his thumbs over her brown, wet cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder sniffling away her sobs.

When she finally stopped shaking, YN pulled away and kissed his cheek sweetly. She looked at her brother who was near her cousins, deciding she should offer them condolence. “I’m going to talk to Baela and Rhaena. I promise I won’t dissuade Driftmark, but you should talk to Luke about his responsibility. He doesn’t feel well.” 

Corlys nodded to the girl and stood tall, letting her make her way over to her cousins. Eyes on her silver white curls. As YN got closer, she passed by her other grandfather and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, as she always did, before continuing onward to her cousins, passing by the stares of the queen, and her uncle Aemond. Once she was there, her grandmother had already wrapped her arms around them. YN patted Jace’s arm in sympathy and went to the two girls. 

The three of them turned to YN, Rhaenys smiled kindly at her granddaughter and reached her hand toward her, ushering her toward them. YN tentatively walked forward, kissing her grandmother’s cheek. 

“Hello grandmother, hello Rhaena, hello Baela.” YN smiled. Taking Baela’s hand. 

“Hello YN. Come sit with us.” Rhaenys rubbed the girls back. 

“You two look taller from when I last saw you. I’m glad we kept writing to each other. Better to be friends than strangers when we meet again.” YN offered her cousins. 

“It’s to see your face again cousin.” Baela said, smiling only slightly when YN rubbed her thumb over Baela’s hand. “I missed you since you saw us in Pentos.” 

“I’m happy to see you again YN.” Rhaena said, her lip starting to quiver in grief. 

“How are your dragons? Are you going to claim Vaghar?” YN asked when she saw, hoping to take her cousin's mind to something a little more positive. “There’s no one else here who could match aunt Laena but you. I think you’ll be an excellent dragon rider.”

Rhaena smiled, and rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, Baela offering her little sister some comfort and smiled at her in support. “Do you really think so, YN?”

“Of course. Don’t you agree, grandmother?” 

“Indeed. Laena would be proud to see you claim Vaghar.” Rhaenys smiled. “One day you will ride Vaghar above High tide, as one of you three sit on the driftwood seat.” 

“You’re silly grandmother. Lucerys will have the seat, he can bring heirs to driftmark and I will head the ships.” YN gasped to herself and turned to the girls. “You two can join me on the seas. If I never claim a dragon, you two can watch the skies and I the sea.” 

The three girls giggle, not noticing their grandmother appearing disdained at the thought of Lucerys having the seat that should rightfully go to one of these girls. But YN did not seem to care about High tide, or at least heading the house. 

After a time, YN went to look for her father, seeing him waist deep in the water swaying slightly. She couldn’t tell if he was crying, or if he was drunk, but her grandfather seemed upset to see him like this. And before she could fetch him herself, Corlys angrily told Qarl to fetch him. Catching the eye of Aemond, YN walked over to him but was stopped by her uncle Daemon. The tall man was so strange. He made no effort to speak, he only stared at her face in curiosity, smiling at the belt where she would keep her thin sword. 

“You have your mother’s eyes.” Was all he said before walking away. 

Shaking off the strange encounter, YN finally found Aemond standing closely to the stairs. 

“Aemond.” He turned to her and gave a small smile. Trying his hardest to seem adult and regal, when all he wanted to do was run around on the rocks with YN. 

“Hello YN. I am sorry for the loss of your aunt.” Aemond offered. 

“Thank you. We haven’t been able to write yet, and I wanted to know how you've been. How has your search for a dragon gone?” She asked, her sweet smile that graced her smooth light brown cheeks causing the boy to blush slightly. 

“It’s uh.. Gone well. In fact I think I’ve just found a candidate.” He said, looking at the sky where Vaghar flew, YN pulled her gaze up then snapped it back to him. 

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Vaghar is meant for Rhaena to claim. She was her mother’s dragon, and now Rhaena should claim her. How could you think to steal that from her? She’s just like us.” YN scolded him in whispered tones. 

“Why should I care about her? I have a right to claim a dragon.” He postured and fed his ego. 

“Maybe you do, but it’s a horrible thing to do to someone who's been in the same ship we’ve been in. Rhaena has had no dragon her whole life, just as we have. I’d think you should have more empathy for her. Be happy that there is a chance for one of us to have a dragon.” YN said, before touching his cheek. “You’ll have a chance one day. But don’t step on others to get the chance.”

Aemond watched her leave. YN was truly too kind. But his mind was made up. Too long did he suffer ridicule from others at the lack of a dragon, too long did he feel unworthy of a Targaryen title. YN would understand once he had the dragon. He was doing this for her, he would be worthy of her and father would elect to bethrothe them when he had the largest dragon under command. 

YN would understand. She’d have to.

[wishingforatypewriter]

4, 7, 11 for your Baavira kids?

4. Having this/these character/s as their parents, how did it affect them?

Some of Tai's earliest memories were of sitting on Kuvira's lap as a toddler while she drafted legislation in Ba Sing Se and read each document to him in a voice so steady it was calming, so pursuing a career in law and politics felt as natural as breathing for him.

As Kuvira and Baatar's eldest daughter, Avani felt the pressure of the Beifong legacy and wanted to become the greatest metalbender there was. She also saw the way her mother dedicated the whole of herself to her work and internalized the same priorities. This is partly why she ultimately decided to prioritize her position as an Earth Kingdom general over relationships with both of her great loves.

Priya (ever the middle child) had a rebellious streak that often clashed with her mother's military discipline. She ended up leaving home at a relatively young age to pursue a career as a professional dancer and going no-contact with her parents for a while.

As the first nonbender of the siblings and a young engineer, Jae felt stifled growing up in a city that Baatar had rebuilt. He felt like his father's legacy was everywhere and there was no room for him to make a name for himself in Ba Sing Se. So he decided to go to university in Republic City and took a job at Varrick's company as soon as he graduated.

Shreya often felt like Kuvira infantilized her because she was the youngest and a nonbender, so she was always closer to Baatar. She grew up learning from her father in his workshop and watching him lecture at Ba Sing Se University, and he was the one who inspired her to become a civil engineer.

7. Which parent do they most resemble look-wise?

Tai and Shreya look more like Baatar (they also both wear glasses), while Avani and Jae look more like Kuvira. People say Priya looks more like Suyin than either of them.

11. How are their relationships with other relatives (grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles etc.)?

Tai is closest to Opal and Baatar Sr. He shares his aunt's love of reading, and they were always able to connect over old books and their shared project of preserving the family's history. He also enjoyed looking through his grandfather's sketchbooks.

Avani is closest to Wei and Wing. They always spoiled her and played with her as a child, and they were the ones who got her involved in youth earthbending tournaments. She also has an affinity for her Great Aunt Lin, whose style of metalbending she preferred to her grandmother's.

Priya is Suyin's darling. Growing up, she spent most of her summers in Zaofu, dancing in her grandmother's troupe and training in the meteorite garden. It was no surprise to anyone that Priya was the one who ultimately inherited the title of Metal Clan Matriarch from Suyin. She also adores her Uncle Huan and often joined him on his travels around the world.

Jae and Bolin always had a good relationship, and it got even stronger after he moved to Republic City for college. It was even Bolin who recommended he apply for the internship at Varrick Global Industries.

Shreya is also really close to Opal. As a non-metalbending Beifong woman, she sometimes felt like Aunt Opal was the only one who understood her.

Ask me about my next gen ocs!

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.24

Genre: Drama, Angst

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

OSAMU STANDS HIS GROUND

Y/n felt her heart rate increase as she took in the sight of Himiko’s grandmother. “Mimi, what are you doing here?” Himiko simpered, fluttering her lashes at the older woman. “Don’t give me that bullshit Himiko. I heard everything you were spittin just now. Always knew you were a little bratty shit.” The old woman hissed, stepping further into the restaurant. Looking over at Y/n, Himiko’s Mimi smiled. “Come here sweet girl.” She called, ushering the woman over. Y/n made her way over, pulling the old woman into the tightest hug she could muster. “God, It’s been a while Mimi.” She laughed, her eyes watery. “It sure has. I hear ya been busy, makin a life here in the big city.” Y/n nodded against the woman’s shoulder as Osamu’s mother gave her a friendly squeeze on her arm. 

“After ya called me, I had to go get Mimi and bring her here. There’s no way I’m lettin that witch, her parents, or your shitty parents ruin all the hard work the two of ya been puttin in here.” Osamu’s mother stated, glaring at the other occupants in the restaurant. Mimi let go of Y/n, and motioned for Osamu to make his way over. “It’s nice to meet you Osamu, I’m that wretched girls grandmother. Y/n’s Nana was my best friend.” She informed, as Osamu bowed. “No need for that. You’ll be my grandson-in-law someday if I have anythin to say about it.” She teased as Y/n let out a noise. “Mimi! You’re just as bad as Nana.” The woman scoffed shaking her head. For the first time all morning, Osamu smiled. “Can I get ya anythin to drink while we wait for the police?” He whispered, leaning down so he could hear her better. “How bout some tea and a plate of your best Onigiri. Throw some dumplings in there too sweet boy.” She stated, giving his cheek a pat. “You idiots find a chair and park your asses.” She bellowed, causing the other adults in the room to shudder. “We’re dealing with this dirty laundry now.”

Himiko’s grandmother drank her tea and munched on her food. Humming and complimenting Osamu between every bite. Himiko, her parents, and Y/n’s parents were nervous. Y/n’s parents wanted her to quit this silly dream she had wanting to work in the food industry. They felt that it was beneath them and they had prepared her to take over. Himiko’s parents spoiled their daughter too much, and had no qualms with setting up their future son-in-law with a job they felt was more fitting of his future station. Himiko was just a selfish bitch that wanted to see Y/n suffer. Unfortunately for the group of them, Himiko’s Mimi was no fool. Finishing off her tea, the matriarch of Himiko’s family sighed, deeply. “When Y/n’s Nana died, I promised her I’d look after Y/n.” She began, leaning back in her chair. “I did the best I could, trying to be fair between the two of you.” She stated, glaring at Himiko. “And it is absolutely disgusting that you would steal her confession and take it for yourself.” She hissed, causing Himiko to shrink into her seat. “It was a long time ago Mimi.” The woman whispered, her voice small. “You say that like it wasn’t a big deal, and I’d believe ya, if I knew ya really loved him.” Her Mimi scoffed, rolling her eyes. “She does love him!” Himiko’s mother sniffed, causing her mother-in-law to snort. “We all know it’s bullshit. She’s just a selfish brat that’s treatin this poor boy like he’s just a piece of property and not a person.” 

Glaring at Y/n’s parents, Mimi hissed. “And the two of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Getting involved in Himiko’s scheme. Against your own daughter no less!” She shouted, shaking her fist. Y/n reached out to settle the woman, worried she might hurt herself. “She wasn’t meant to work in a hovel like this.” Her father sniffed, causing Y/n to roll her eyes. “This isn’t just some fucking hovel.” Osamu hissed, slamming his hand on the table. “This is my place of fuckin business. This is my fuckin dream, and if it wasn’t for Y/n, I don’t know where it would be no thanks to ya no good fuckin daughter.” Osamu glared, as Y/n’s parents shrinked back. “Ya have no fuckin idea just how smart ya daughter is. How amazin she is and how much this place has come alive with all her fuckin help.” Y/n’s parents had always pushed their daughter to follow in their families footsteps. They never understand why her grandmother was adamant to teach the girl how to cook. “She was meant to run the family business.” Her father snarled, standing up to Osamu. “I’ll let that business burn to the fucking ground.” Y/n scoffed rolling her eyes. “I don’t fuckin want it. I never fuckin wanted it, so quit trying to force me to do it.” The police had finally arrived, and Y/n sighed in relief. “I’m done havin this conversation. I’m not dealin with the business anymore, so the two of ya can take your asses home and fuck off.” Y/n’s parents were going to argue, but Himoko’s Mimi gave them a glare. “Don’t even think about it. You two are in a shit load of trouble.” Osamu was going to say something to Y/n, but she was already making her way toward the door.

“Take care of this.” Atsumu grumbled, patting his brother’s shoulder. “When she’s ready, I’ll let ya know.” It’s not what Osamu wanted to hear, but if it’s what Y/n needed, he would respect it.

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[violueta]

who else ready to YAP! hihi i go by a ton of aliases and forgot which one i applied with my bad but im mika and im here with jangmi, a brand new muse that i cant wait to develop with u all :D just drop a like and i'll send u a dm to get plotting :3 (my about section for her is coming soon..a lil busy atm T^T)

just some ooc info before i go on a massive ramble about her, im currently a full time student dealing with end of semester assignment rush and exams so excuse me if replies are sporadic..if i ever take over 24 hours please just bump me or something... im also really new to tumblr so..excuse any mistakes :3

sry 4 this i wrote it out n im too lazy to proofread

BACKGROUND

lee jangmi, born 3003 to a middle class family, being her parent's little girl who got spoiled beyond belief. the amount of stress her parents went through to have her made them treasure her greatly, always making sure she was always happy.

family life was good! family life was happy! until both her parents lost their jobs due to sizing down, leaving the family with a complete lack of income. her father found a job rather quickly but it paid significantly less than what they originally had and they were still relying on one income so things were a bit tight. jangmi was blissfully unaware of this fact at the bright young age of one, her parents always putting on their happiest faces to their daughter and still going out of their way to give her a wonderful childhood. with the help of her maternal grandmother, jangmi was raised in the most loving household a girl could ask for.

however, this lack of money was catching up as her mother fell behind in terms of systems, her father needing added packages and upgrades to work but not being able to afford any for his wife. this meant that her family had fallen to a socioeconomic status that terrascape paid less care to. one day jangmi's mother dropped her off at her grandmother's so that she could spend the day trying to find a job, as she had been doing for around three years at this point. that night, her mother never picked her up and her father called up, wondering if she was with jangmi.

she was not.

after a week or so, jangmi's father had accepted that his wife was gone. unable to deal with life without the woman he loved and a daughter that was constantly distressed with the lack of her mother, he gave jangmi to her grandmother and disconnected from terra to search for his wife, knowing she might've left him but she would've never left jangmi.

so from the age of four, jangmi was raised by her grandparents and their elderly neighbours and they raised her just as she was used to, loving and a little bit spoiled. being raised in such a good for environment, the girl is quite unaware of the bad side of the world; she thinks that terra truly is paradise where everyone is always happy and thriving, simply because that's how she and the people she's aurrounded herself with have done in life.

well, she tries to think that way at least. having her parents leave with the only explaination of 'they went on an adventure!' even at the age of 20 has her craving to know more, has her wanting to figure out what happened with her parents. once she hit her teens and started actively staying awake at night, she discovered a glitch in which the entire server just frozen in time? she's never actively done anything during this hour as the idea of fucking up something scares her greatly but, she's always blamed that glitch on the reason why her parents are gone.

for now she prefers living in ignorant bliss, treating terra the way that terrascape wants her to, as a modern day garden of eden which, it kind of is considring how lucky she's been in life. maybe her ignorance is just to avoid losing her lifestyle of living upper middle class, knowing the place is a lot darker than she puts on. even after bae gyuok, she chooses to ignore this massive event, acting as if nothing has happened in the first place. (although, in her own time she's trying to figure things out but, she isn't getting very far)

PERSONALITY

she's soft spoken and gentle, often just going along with the crowd and trying her best to fit in as she would rather die than ever be seen as different. she puts herself out as confident yet not cocky, extroverted but not loud; a perfect personality that will have people love her, just as she's always been loved by those around her. though her gentle nature and willingness to go along with people is natural, she's hardly the social creature she seems to be, preferring a night in with her grandparents and their dog watching old movies. she lacks her own perception of self as a consequence for trying so hard to fit in and she sometimes gets jealous of others who are more willing to be themselves, arguing with people who disagree with her out of sadness, not anger. she can let herself get carried away when spurred on and can be quite reactive at times, a reason why she surrounds herself with people so similar to her; she can keep her image.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

u see i kinda suck at these? i like coming up with plots with specific characters in mind BUTT!! here's some vague ideas.

friends, ex-crushes, aquaintances, neighbours, all that stuff. maybe someone who she finally expresses her worries to? like late night talks about terra and how theyre realising the system seems a lil..Off..

IDK! im okay with anything :D just (as i said before) give this a like or send a dm to me first if ur in the mood to plot with her! i can use dc if it's easier :3

[at1nys-blog]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanon of Rin Okumura with a female childhood friend who is exactly like Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood..she certainly wasn't girly and she trained as an exorcist when she was 7 and became a Senior exorcist at the age of 13 and she was a teacher by the time she is 15 and she had a Meister as a Dragoon user and Doctor. She was raised by her grandmother after her parents died in the line of duty when she was 6. She is immune to blue flames. Herself and Rin do often bicker like an old married couple..or she would hit him with her wrench.

Rin Okumura's relationship with his childhood friend from childhood to now and evidently falling for her.

Yukio Okumura's relationship with his childhood friend from childhood to now.

Shiro Fuijmoto's relationship with the daughter he never had.

Izumo Kamiki's relationship with her

Shiemi Moriyama's relationship with her

Ryūjj Suguro's relationship with her

Renzō Shima's relationship with her

Konekomaru Miwa's relationship with her

I had so much fun writing this thank you for the request. I hope is good enough because this is like my third time making a bullet point type of ff so if it isn’t good I apologize.

Also this contains little spoilers of the three seasons, read at your own risk

Father Shiro Fujimoto’s HC

Growing around exorcist, you already knew what you wanted to do from a young age. After your parents died during a mission, the dream to become an Exorcist became your reason to keep going

At 6 you went to live with your grandmother, which had a little nice apartment close to a church.

This is how you became closer with the Okumura brothers, Father Fujimoto and the other Exorcists of the church.

A week before your 7th birthday you got into an incident with a minor demon, nothing too serious but Fujimoto decided to start training you along with Yukio to become Exorcists.

Fujimoto treated you as his daughter.

He loved spoiling you with gifts and whatever

Birthday, Valentine’s Day, Christmas you name it

will try to make you be more "ladylike" but fails everytime. He wants to buy you a new doll? You ask him to get you the new Transformer; he wants you to wear a dress? You rip them apart so you don't have to wear them

Gives up almost immediately because he just wants you to be happy and comfortable

Jealous dad mode if you hinted to have a crush on a boy you met at the park or if you joked one of the teachers was better than him.

Dad joke 25/8. Like you can’t escape him and his dad jokes.

Sleepovers at theirs because he wants to read you three a goodnight story. Again impossible to say no.

Tells Rin and Yukio to protect you even though you can handle it. For him is their mission to keep you save (spoilers you keep them out of trouble)

Breakfast is his favorite time of the day because he loves domestic bs with his three kids.

Makes your favorite, if one of the twins hate it even better (most of the times is Rin the one who complains)

Proud of you and Yukio when you became Senior Exorcists at 13. Celebrated by taking you two outside at his favorite restaurant.

Tried to make you drink some sake because “you are old enough.”

Got you a notebook for you to write down everything you need.

When you become a teacher he might have or have not shred some tears.

Proud dad awards goes to him because he won’t stop reminding the Vatican you are just 15 AND a teacher.

Yukio Okumura's HC

Is he very shy with you at first but opens up after a while

Is embarassed when you protect him from bullies but is very grateful that you stand up for him

He is not a picky eater unlike his brother so whatever you like, is fine with him

When you start training as Exorcists would 100% leave sticky notes on your front door wishing you a good day when he wakes up before you

always asks you how training went during dinner

He is the one starting a fight between you and Rin because every time you deny liking each other he would use the "you act like a married couple" proof

Your and Rin's shipper #1

He is the one that knows all your secrets because he is the twin able to keep them

Hates you when you force him to ask a girl out

or when you set up on a blind date because "I'm a teacher and member of the True Cross, I don't have time for dating"

you don't listen to him

Also involved Rin but everything went so horribly wrong never asked him again to play Cupido for his brother

Side eyes Renzo whenever he is around you. Renzo breaths too close to you? Side eye. Does Renzo ask you for help during study sessions? Side eye. Does Renzo require your help during a mission? SIDE EYE

He only trusts Rin and Bon with you

Knows when you are lying to him

Shiemi Moriyama's HC

Used to visit her mother shop a couple of times while an Exwire

While Father Fujimoto was busy buying herbs and plants you were in the back listening to her

She learned you aren't too fond of flowers (to keep) so started gifting you trinckets and other stuff that you could use for your selection of guns

She is glad you try to help her during your lessons as much as you were able to

loves your food even though is not the best (yours is number three on her list)

Ask you to show you your creations if possible and is very invested in what you make

Listens to you carefully, might not understand much but still actually listens to you and asks a lot of questions

Will ask Nee to decorate the room with flowers and trees to make it more cozy

Comes to you for advice on boys cofcofYukioOkumuracofcof

Your and Rin's shipper #2 because of Yukio

Shiemi is too nice to tease you but would totally tell you to confess because she can tell there is something going on between you two

Shiemi is the one behind your surprise bd party but also the one who might almost spoil it (I can see her being too excited that she would give you hints not on purpose)

Izumo Kamiki's HC

She is reluctand to befriend you, just like with everyone else

Gives you the cold shoulders for the first weeks of knowing you, because you are friend with Rin and she thinks you want to force yourself as her friend

She also thinks you won't like her that much

But you give her space and it takes her off guard because what does it mean you aren't forcing yourself in her life? She is not used to it so she will confront you?!

She thinks is all a plan to make her spill her secrets and such but when you say that you want her to feel comfortable around you she just

She is in aw

She thinks you are cool

You are one of the few people she actually likes

Tries her best to be a good friend to you outside school time

Looks up to you but won't admit it outloud.

If she has problems with homeworks or anything school related would come to you for help but will never let people know

Bon found out by accident though

If she does particularly good you will write a note on her test making her hide it because there is no way people will see it but Paku

Fangirls over it when in her room alone

When she is okay with you talking to her you find out she is pretty nice

Izumo is another member of the "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad

Ryūjj Suguro's HC

Has a platonic crush on you because how can you be this young, a Dragoon, a Doctor AND a teacher?

He lies to himself saying that you being the teacher is just a plus since he always wanted to Meister Dragoon

Looks up at you

Subtly tries to impress you with his skills with fire weapons

Self proclaimed president of the "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad.

It started as a joke but Renzo made him make it his mission to keep him away from bothering you

Loves your laboratory

He is able to hang around in your lab even if you aren't around, is very quiet so he uses to study if the library is full or if he doesn't want to be around people

Likes to tease Rin when test's scores are out

Still can't believe you are friend with Rin

Asks you for private lessons if possible because he wants to be a Dragoon and wants to be the best of his year

Heart eyes when he sees your gun's colletion

Totally asked you advice when he had to choose the Meister because he wanted to ace EVERY SINGLE ONE????

In Kyoto you found out he talks about you a lot (thanks mama Suguro)

Konekomaru Miwa's HC

You help him a lot with his self-esteem (boy needs it)

Complimenting him a lot when you know he is in need of it

Has a hard time not treating you as a teacher outside the classroom

Loosen up a lot during your time in Kyoto

Was the brain behind the creation of "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad as a joke

Realized he created two monsters (Izumo and Bon) because the two of them take it seriously

feels the need to apologize to you for that even though you repeat him is okay and that you found them funny when they scold Renzo

Slip in some secrets about Bon and Renzo just to have a laugh with you

He has a lot of ideas for new Dragoon weapons

A LOT of inside jokes between the two of you

Renzō Shima's HC

A flirt since day1

pouts if he gets a bad grade as a way to make you change it (doesn't work)

the victim of death glares from Yukio; head hits from Bon; Izumo's kicks

Bon and Izumo would totally keep him away from your lab

You know he is a good student but likes to act dumb

Your favourite of the class but you never made it show

If he doesn't flirt he is pretty funny to be around

Think of him as one of your closest friends

In Kyoto befriended his family immediately

Made a video when him and Rin got drunk as blackmail

Heart broken at the School Festival because, wait a second he is with the enemy????

Second guessing everything he did and said to you

You did think it was your fault if he sided with them

Second guessing your job as a teacher because you had to notice if your stundents have a hard time

Rin Okumura’s HC

When your grandmother went to Fujimoto’s church to pray you went with her and this is how you met Rin first and then Yukio

Kept meeting him and Yukio at the park near your house and started to be close to them

He was the type of kid to make you go out and play with him and his brother

Falls in love with you the moment you punched a kid because they were bullying Yukio

Made a note to himself to never anger you

Would pretend to hate your favorite food because he knows Father Fujimoto will make it just to piss him off

Mentally knows all the things you like

Gifts you random things. Wild flowers, pretty rocks and such

Reminds Fujimoto you don't like to wear dresses

A little jealous when you start hanging around Yukio more than with him

Thinks you have a crush on Yukio because you go out with him too much, but tries his best to get your attention

When Satan takes over Fujimoto he can't face you becuase he thinks you hate him. He hates himself enough as it is

Can't avoid you long becuase you are his teacher at cram school

If he was surprised about his brother being a teacher, he is even more surprised to find out you are his teacher as well

Kinda of made 2+2 to why you hung out with Yukio a lot

Jelousy will increase because of Renzo trying to flirt with you in class but he is also proud of you because you don't fall for it. (proud boyfriend)

On lunch break you spend your time with him and the rest of the class (unlike Yukio you aren't as busy as him)

He likes to tease you every now and then but just to make clear to the others he is close enought with you to do so cofcofRenzostopflirtingwithRin'sfuturewifecofcof

Hates it when you hit him for no apparent reason (you always have a reason but he is oblivious as always)

Confesses twice. Once while drunk and the second time after the battle against the impure King in Kyoto

After you accepted his confession and told him it was reciprocated he won’t let you eat anything but his food

if you try to change bentos with Miwa he would give you a bombastic side eye

Clingy because Renzo won’t get it you two are a couple now

Bickering increases now

Acting like a married couple

Gets hit a lot by your trinkets because he likes to play with them while you are trying to work

He breaks your stuff every now and then this is why he isn't allwed in your lab if alone (Bon teases him because he can hang around there even when you aren't around)

But he gets back at Bon because “I’m her boyfriend and you are not” as if he cares but Suguro let's him brag about it

He let’s Izumo act all lovely dovey with you because he is scared of her when she is mad

KURO LOVES YOU

And Rin is jealous of a cat too

Kuro is a cuddly cat with everyone but with you? Even more

Is always napping on your lap no matter what

Rin let's you choose for everything because he just wants to make you happy

Feels the need to protect you even though he knows you can handle it

Still jealous if you have a mission with his brother

Would text you every five minutes you are away

[invisibleraven]

Haunted Holidays

December 4: Scarf <-AO3 link

When Emily Benoit was a child, she was always fascinated by how her grandmother was able to take some yarn and needles to make all manner of things; hats, sweaters, dish cloths, socks, and a multitude of scarves.

“Do you want to learn mon petit chou?” she asked, and Emily nodded yes.

From then on, everytime they drove out to visit her grandparents, Emily learned to knit. Simple things at first; the stitches, how the thickness of the needles made a difference, as well as the different quality of yarns.

She started with the dish cloths, a square of yarn with a border that was suitable for cleaning jobs and not much else. But they were easy, and she could do one in the time the car drive to her grandparents took, or the length of a movie, her needles clicking and clacking along as she watched. Her parents came to put up with the sound, even if her papa complained every so often.

As she grew older, she took on more complicated knits; sweaters-though her grandmother cautioned her to never make one for any romantic partner lest they were married first, apparently there was some curse associated with that. So Emily made herself one-a red knit sweater with little flecks of black that made her look like a fuzzy strawberry, but she adored it all the same. A cream cardigan for her mother, a shawl for her grandmother, a vest for her grandfather, a hat for her father.

After her grandmother passed, Emily put down her needles for a spell, feeling like it wasn’t the same not having her there to trade patterns with, but eventually she resumed knitting, a beautiful quilt out of the last skein of yarn her grandmother gave her. It sat on the foot of her bed until Luke was born, then it moved to his crib, and he took it with him when he moved out.

Luke had no interest in knitting himself, but he always adored anything his mother made him-even if she would never understand his love of beanies when they lived in California.

Then Luke told her she was going to become a grandmother herself. He and his husband Reggie had decided to adopt, and Luke shyly asked if she would knit a blanket for their new bundle of joy? Emily was, of course, thrilled by the idea.

So when Kurt Johnny Patterson was brought home, it was in the mint green blanket his grandmother made for him. And two years later when their surrogate gave them Shania Joan, she too got an Emily Patterson blanket.

Emily loved spoiling her grandkids with knitted goods-had even taught Reggie a few simple patterns, though he was pretty hopeless at it, his enthusiasm was adorable. He did manage to make a decent dish cloth or two, and Emily used them until they unraveled with pride.

This year though, she figured she would make the whole family scarves-they had declared they were going to a ski lodge for the holidays, so the kids got to experience snow for once. Emily and Mitch were invited of course, and she delighted in having a White Christmas like she had as a child.

Only when she lifted her needles, her fingers were cramped and achy-arthritis was a pain, and it prevented her from doing much knitting these days. She scowled at the yarn, which is how Shania and Kurt found her after raiding her cupboards of all her cookies.

“Whatcha doing Gran-Gran?” Kurt asked.

“I was going to try to knit us all scarves for our trip, but my fingers aren’t cooperating, my little bumblebee,” she explained.

“Can you teach us how to do it?’ Shania asked, giving her a big smile, showing off her missing front teeth, half her words whistling as a result.

“Of course I can honeybun,” Emily assured her. So just as her grandmother taught her, she showed the children how to pearl, to stitch, how to add and drop rows with ease. Letting them pick their own yarn and that for their fathers, even her and Mitch.

In the end the scarves were a bit uneven and lumpy-but Emily vowed she would wear hers until it wore out. And she did-but by that time Shania and Kurt were much better, and made entirely new ones to replace it.

[miscellaneousjo]

Introducing my OC: The daughter of General Hux and Captain Phasma! I haven't gotten to this part of my fanfic universe yet, but I wanted to show people my awesome OC.

Quotev Link:

Full Name: Brienne Gwendoline Hux (yes, she was named after Brienne of Tarth and Gwendoline Christie. In my AU the characters and the actors are separate people and they're all good friends with eachother, almost to the point of being siblings. Hux and Phasma also thought the name had an air of strength and sophistication to it, so yeah).

Nickname: Bri

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Homeworld(s): Arkanis, Parnassos (in my AU, at this point they're working on making Parnassos habitable again, and had made significant progress by the time she was born, so she considers both planets her home planet, even though she mostly only goes to Parnassos for family functions and vacations).

Time Period: Post-Sequel Era.

Family: Armitage Hux, Phasma (Parents), Brendol Hux(Grandfather, and yes, he's alive, unfortunately), Rae Sloane (Grandmother-figure), Keldo (Uncle), Frey (cousin), Torben, Siv, Gosta, Carr, Ylva (Aunt and Uncle figures), Torbi (Cousin-figure), Rey Skywalker, Ben Solo, Finn, Rose Tico, Poe Dameron, Zorii Bliss (Aunt and Uncle figures), Other Sequel-Squad kids (Cousin figures).(Yes, the Scyre Clan is alive and well in this AU. The people of Parnassos are very good at faking their deaths, I guess, lol. Also, as I always say, THE POWER OF FANFICTION!!!).

Relationship With Family: 

Parents: Bri loves her parents very much, and strives to make them proud, but this pressure can sometimes get to her head (This makes her similar to her cousin-figure, Hope). Her father doesn't want her to be pressured, and doesn't need her to be the best at anything in order to earn and maintain his love. Hux doesn't want his daughter to end up like him, and doesn't want her to resent him like he resents his father. Bri knows this, and doesn't resent her father one bit, but still feels pressured to be the best. Phasma spoils Bri a little, but makes sure she doesnt take it for granted: after all, Phasma didn't have any of the luxuries Bri has growing up. Phasma makes sure Bri knows how to protect herself, and Hux is always happy to help her with her homework. They're both very protective of her, as she is their only child and they don't want to lose her (they dont exactly baby her, but sometimes it can feel that way). They're not the 'rub some dirt in it' kind of parents when she gets hurt. Instead they make sure she's okay and patch her up (or if Auntie Siv is around, have her patch her up), always reminding her that what doesn't kill her only makes her stronger. 

Grandfather: Bri resents her grandfather for bullying and abusing her father. She wishes he stayed dead after her parents killed him the first time. Brendol keeps trying to insert himself into her life so he can manipulate her, but Bri and her family are having none of it. 

Grandmother-figure: ​​​​Bri looks up to Rae Sloane, and aspires to be strong and confident like her and Phasma. She also appreciates her for looking out for her father. Rae is more of a grandmother to Bri than both of her father's biological parents combined.

Uncle Keldo: ​​​Keldo is a lot more cautious and less violent than Phasma, and tries to instill these values in Bri. However, he must acknowledge that it is better to be prepared for violence, and have it not occur, than naively assume it won't happen. This is something he has learned from Phasma; its better to be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener in a war (I saw that quote on Pinterest somewhere). 

Other Aunts and Uncles: Bri is very close with the entire Scyre clan, and they all dote on her, like they did for Frey. The rest of her aunts and uncles love her, and Finn especially loves telling Bri the story about how he threw her mom in the trash compactor. Phasma jokes that Finn is actually Bri's brother, which Finn hates (Bri also jokes about Finn being her brother, just to mess with him, but Finn definitely takes on a more Uncle role for her). Torben would give her piggy back rides when she was little, and can still pull it off as she gets older. Siv was usually the one to patch her up when she scraped her knee or got other injuries while visiting Parnassos.

Cousins/Cousin Figures: (Also for AU info Frey got reset to 5 when she was resurrected and Torbi got set to 3, because idk fanfiction logic). Bri looks up to Frey very much, and admires her greatly. Frey, in turn, admires her Aunt Phasma, so it's a familial zig-zag of admiration (that probably sounds stupid, lol). Frey teaches Bri how to stand up for herself and how to be confident. Bri and Torbi would play a lot with Frey growing up (or for Frey and Torbi, growing up again) and would go on 'adventures' exploring the woods surrounding the Hux estate on Arkanis, or the rocky spires of the Scyre Territory on Parnassos. They never went too far, though, at least not without an adult. Frey knew better than to wander too far from the safety of adults, and she wasn't about to put her little cousins in danger. At least, not on purpose.

-There was one incident where, while exploring the woods surrounding the Hux estate, the girls lost track of time, and before they knew it, it was dark. They got lost, and Frey ended up starting a fire to keep everyone warm while they figured out how to get back. Thankfully, they weren't gone too long, as Phasma went out and rescued the girls. She wasn't mad, but told all three girls to keep better track of time next time.

Anyway, Bri is also really close with the rest of the Sequel Squad's kids, espscially her older cousin-figure Hope Solo. They both feel they have a lot to live up to with their parents being who they are, and as they grow up, they learn from experience and eachother to not let the pressure get to them.

Friends: Frey, Torbi, all the Sequel-Squad kids. They grew up together, so it only makes sense.

Enemies: Snoke, Palps, Grampa Brendol (as she calls her paternal grandfather), Captain Cardinal.

Reason for being enemies: Snoke and Palps should be a no-brainer, for all the stuff they did to the galaxy and her family and friends. Brendol because of all the horrible things he's done to her father. Cardinal because of all the stuff he did to her mother's family as 'revenge' against Phasma (I'd recommend reading my fanfic "Star Wars Academy" to get more context, not just for this but the whole AU:

Lover: N/A (Hux and Phasma joke that she's not allowed to date until she's 30).

Appearance: Curly red hair (because any Hux must have red hair, IT'S THE LAW) that goes to about her shoulder blades. Usually she leaves it down or in a low ponytail. Sky blue eyes, with a very intense stare (like her mom). Pale skin with freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. She's about 6'2, right between her parents in height, so she's pretty tall. She's got an Amazonian build, much like her mother.

Usual Clothes: Black tanktop, fingerless gloves, armband with Norse runes (to call back to the Scyre Clan being partly inspired by viking culture). Gray camo pants with lots of pockets (to fit all your weapons, of course!), Black Combat boots. Belt with a holster for a blaster and pockets for knives (her mother taught her there's no such thing as too many weapons). On cooler days she'll wear a long sleeve black shirt and/or a black sweater. 

Accessories: Chromium cuff bracelets (think Wonder Woman's bulletproof bracelets). Pearl earrings. 

Tattoos/Birthmarks/Freckles/Moles/Scars: Freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, a few stray scars from various childhood adventures, mostly on/around her elbows and knees, with a few on her hands as well. One notable scar is on the side of her lower right leg, from scraping it really bad on one of the rocky spires on Parnassos (it ended up needing stitches, thankfully Siv wasn't too far). She has another faint one on her left cheek from falling face-first on the ground, also on Parnassos. Later on she sustains some more scars on other parts of her body from the occasional skirmishes. Phasma calls Bri's scars her 'battle scars'. 

Abilities: Bri has been trained in a variety of weapons by her mother, and seems to be best with knives. She's very skilled with blasters as well. She's also skilled at hand-to-hand combat to the point where she can break bones with her bare hands if her opponent isnt careful. She's also fairly academically smart, thanks to her father, and well-versed in battle strategy.

Personality: Bri is a very loud and bold person, and is very confident and sassy. She's quick-witted and headstrong. But deep down, she is also insecure about her abilities, and is a major perfectionist. She is always striving for perfection, and can burn herself out if she isn't stopped. She'll spend all night studying or practicing or working out, and one or both of her parents have to get her to go to bed. Sometimes her desire to prove herself can lead her to be reckless and bite off more than she can chew, and either her parents or some other family member need to come rescue her, which only furthers her insecurity. But as she and her cousin Hope grow older, they both learn to overcome their insecurities, partly from eachother. 

Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Extrovert. 

Good Traits: Confident, quick-witted, headstrong, independent, smart, proud, reliable, brave, loyal, observant (especially in combat, i.e. scanning for weaknesses), hard working, 

Bad Traits: Insecure, perfectionist, a bit reckless, overly-independent, loud, sassy (sometimes coming off as sarcastic), a bit impulsive, impatient, can sometimes come off as aggressive when she's angry, overworker.

Likes: The outdoors, rock-climbing, exploring, boxing (she ends up on her school's female boxing team in her teenage years, and later becomes captain of the team, and yes, that is a reference to her mother's rank in the war), being independent and self-sufficient, action movies, history books, especially war stories, seafood, shiny things.

Dislikes: Losing her independence, failure, being not good enough, bullies, stormtrooper helmets (they block her vision, she doesnt understand how her mom could work in them), needles (not necessarily a fear, just a dislike),

Strengths: Being physically fit, she is skilled in both armed and hand-to-hand combat. She's also well-versed in battle strategy, and fairly academically intelligent.

Weaknesses: Her need to prove herself can cause her to be reckless, which can get her into trouble. Her overconfidence is her weakness (yes, that is another reference), leading her to take on more than she is capable of. She overworks to the point of being harmful.

Hobbies: Hiking, rock and tree climbing, boxing, target-practicing (blasters, throwing knives, bow & arrow, you name it), reading,

Fun Facts:

-Rumor has it her first word was 'murder'. She and her parents neither confirm nor deny this.

-When she was little she called Frey 'Frey-Frey', which everyone finds super cute.

-She's inherited her mom's appreciation for shiny things.

-She's also a major cat person (of course).

-When she was first brought home from the hospital, Millicent looked at her curiously, and then did that super cute forehead-touch thing. Immediate connection, and it's adorable.

So yeah, that's Brienne :)

[landslidc]

meet eamon ricci, a mortician who lives in downtown ashmore. they’re 22, born 02/25, making them a pisces- which makes sense, they are pretty closed off and compassionate. they’re originally from ashmore; i wonder if they’ll stay in ashmore forever ― lorenzo zurzolo, bisexual, male, he/him

Name: Eamon Amadeo Ricci Nicknames: None Age: 22 Birthday: February 25th, 2001 Zodiac: Pisces FC: Lorenzo Zurzolo Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him/His Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 5′11 Blood Type: A- Build: Slim Scars/Piercings/Tattoos: No scars, both ears pierced, one tattoo which reads "memento mori" on left forearm Vices: Alcohol, Cigarettes Favorite Colors: Red & Purple

The Ricci family has been in Ashmore for five generations now. The Riccis have owned and operated Ricci & Sons funeral home for as long as the family has been in Ashmore though their ties to the mortuary industry date back to their ancestors in Italy. For as long as anyone can remember the Ricci family has been synonymous with death. Without any doubt, Eamon knew he would follow in the family business and began working as a mortician as soon as he was certified.

Eamon still lives at home with his parents above the funeral home. It's most practical given his line of work and he is usually the one on call at night for any mortuary services that might pop up in the middle of the night.

Growing up Eamon was always an outsider. Most people were quick to judge the reserved kid whose parents dealt with dead bodies all day. He was labeled creepy early on in life and never really outgrew the title. It's true that he loves the macabre and embraced the title more than tried to outgrow it. He flourished most when he went off to mortuary school because he was around like minded individuals and some of his best friends were made by learning his trade. Most of his friends don't live in Ashmore but he keeps in contact with them via text quite frequently.

Eamon is quite a cautious person. He's seen all the stupid ways people have died and his goal is to make it to old age.

Eamon has an older sister in her 30s who decided she wanted to save lives instead of helping the dead and became a doctor. Despite living in the same town their whole lives due to the age gap he and his sister aren't very close and he only ever sees her during the holidays and family gatherings.

Eamon is a terrible cook. He could burn cereal if that was possible. He's completely spoiled by his mother's cooking every night and never learned the skill.

Eamon is quite crafty. He knows how to both crochet and knit and has been known to give a homemade present every now and then. He's currently working on a blanket for his grandmother who no longer can crochet herself.

[deathdxnces]

Her birthday was five days ago.

It feels long ago, now, the time when that information would have mattered. Sometimes Irelia tries to remember what it was like, if only to reassure herself that life had existed once. O-ma and Ohn always made her favorite foods, and father always tried to gift her something special (the thought is accompanied by a small pang, heart twisting; everything had been lost when they took the house — she has nothing to remember him by, now, except for the blades).

It was Zelos who went out of his way to make every birthday the most special. Her eldest brother had always been prone to spoiling her, but on birthdays he made a point to make it her day. Whatever she wanted to do, Zelos would have seen to it; when he didn't have a surprise of his own, like that one time with the festival. It had been the first time she had seen Lady Zinneia on the stage. You stared at her with the brightest eyes I ever saw, he used to say in familiar teasing, always continuing with his seemingly perpetual good humor. I knew then there was nothing I could do to make the next birthdays more special.

I would give anything to just have them all with me again. Nothing would have been more special than that.

Try as she might, the lump in her throat isn't easily ignored. Everyone had said it would get easier, that you learn to live with it. At times, Irelia almost believes it. Some days, when she is so busy training and aiding in patching up the warriors and making sure the younger kids have something to eat, the pain is a distant thing. There isn't enough time to think, and she is too exhausted when finally lying down to sleep. Some nights, when they trade stories and gather around bonfires, when the others even ask her to dance, the hurt is dulled rather than piercing. It is never gone, but she can live with it.

Yet in moments like this, when remembrance feels like solace and self-inflicted punishment, the grief makes it hard to breathe. The world seems as colorless as it had been that day, the last time she had been home (the first time she killed).

Irelia would wonder what the point is to keep fighting, but that would feel like a betrayal to them all. The point is her grandmother loved Ionia and all its beings, everything Noxus threatens. The point is her father had valued the harmony they ruin. It's Zelos, and the joy he found even in the smallest things and the love he had always so willingly offered to any around him; it's Kai and his fascination for the flora grown in their garden or found in Navori's nature.

It's Ohn, who died at thirteen, the same age she had until four days ago (he was her older brother, too, but she is older now). It's Ruu, who was murdered at four. The point is to fight for them, what they loved, what they hoped to be. For the justice no one else would give her family's spirits but the defenders of Ionia.

She heard others talking around the camp ('the war is lost', 'they have reached the Placidium', 'we cannot fight that', 'some of our best are facing a siege, what can we possibly do?'); she had seen hopelessness and defeat in their eyes. Some had simply left, hoping to hide or run, as if anywhere would be safe while the noxians stayed. Irelia is barely fourteen, yet she knows it is a foolish hope. There is no running from this, only facing the invaders head-on.

Her decision is made quietly, to herself, amidst the somberness that covers them all like a shroud. They move to fight for the Placidium, a last (desperate) stand — and she will join her people on the battlefield. It doesn't matter if some still think she is too young; there will be nothing to fight for if they simply wait, and she would sooner die than live in a world where Noxus prevailed. For those who came before, she would fight.